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Season 5 spoiler story part 2: what if Ben had stayed on the island in season 3?
So, this is really late, but here's part 2. Once again, this is not a Kenji Ben ship story, I feel like I may be one of the only people who like Brooklyn and Kenji together, and that's fine. We're all different.
This takes place a few hours after the last part, and Kenji's more or less caught Ben up on everything that's happened since they splitt up.
Also, I don't know the twin's names, so I'm calling them Drake and Jake becasue I'm so original and they ryme.
I also have no idea how to link this to part 1, sorry about that, I'm pretty new. Anyways, enjoy!
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“Wait, what did Darius name the baby brachiosaurus?” Ben asked, laughter in his voice.
“Ally,” Kenji repeated, also laughing.
“So, you have Angel, Rebel and Ally? Where did he even think of that?”
“I think he said it’s from some dinosaur movie or something,” Kenji sighed, “I don’t know, man. But after what he went through to spy on Cash, none of us are questioning his naming choice.” He leaned against his rock, “enough about us, though, what about you? How have you been doing out here?”
“I’m doing great; Bumpy’s herd accepted me as one of their own, except for Rolly. I think he hates me. One time a baryonyx was chasing me, and Star, she’s herd leader, came out of nowhere to save me.” He leaned forward, “I mean, I was a good 50 feet from the herd and she still saved me! I couldn’t believe it!”
“Ok, you have to tell Mae that story; She’s been studying dinosaur behavior for years and I think she might explode out of happiness to hear that.” Kenji said.
“Ok, my turn; Where are the others? Why aren't they here with you?”
“Oh, they stayed behind on Manta Corp. Island. My dad didn’t want to risk their lives coming back here.” It wasn’t a total lie. . . they did stay behind after all. “And they miss you like crazy; Sammy brings you up at least twice a day. And Darius was so worried when we left you, we all were.” Kenji smiled, “We thought for sure you’d change your mind last minute, but no! Crazy Jungle Boy just had to stay in his jungle!”
“I missed you guys too, every day,” Ben admitted.
Kenji saw his chance. “Maby, this time, you’ll come back with us, then?” He carefully questioned.
Ben’s face dropped to a look of confusion. “I don’t know. I mean, once we hit the mainland we probably won't see each other ever again anyway. And, at least, this way I still have Bumpy.”
“Oh Ben,” Kenji moved from his rock to sit next to Ben, “that’s not going to happen.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I love you and Darius like you're my brothers, and Sammy and Yaz my sisters.” He explained, “you guys are my family, and families don’t split up forever. . . they just don’t.”
Ben smiled, then frowned, “wait, what about Brooklyn?”
“Oh yeah,” Kenji grinned, “did I forget to mention we’re dating?”
Ben’s face went from sad to excited in one second flat. “Yes you did! How do you forget to mention something as huge as that?” He gave Kenji a one armed hug, “congratulations! I am so happy for you, both of you!”
Kenji returned the half-hug, “thanks man. I just hope we’re still together when I get back.”
“What do you mean? Worried Darius is gonna steal her while you're gone or something?” Ben joked as he broke the hug.
“No, no, I don’t think that.” He grinned, “Bro Code, Darius wouldn’t do that to me. . . right?”
“Nah, I guess not. But,” his voice turned serious, “why wouldn’t you be together?” Kenji looked at the ground. “Kenji, I’m not stupid, I know your not telling me something.”
Kenji sighed. “Ok, long story short; Mae created a way to talk to dinosaurs-”
“Big deal, I talk to Bumpy all the time.”
“And we can understand them. Cash took her research and created a way that we can make them do what we want.”
“Really? Like what?”
“Like, hit a button, and they’ll roar. Or do a little dance,” Kenji smiled. “I gave Toro a fist bump.”
Ben sat straight up. “You gave Toro a fist bump?”
“Yeah, wanna see? We could head back and I could give you a demonstration,” Kenji offered.
“Ok, sounds great.” Ben stood up. “I’ll just grab Bumpy and we can head back?”
“Great.” Kenji thought of something. “We have electricity in the pent house now. So you can take a showere if you want, wash off all that mud.”
“Oh, actually the mud helps with sunburns and bug bites.” Ben explained.
“Dude, I’ll give you bug spray and sunblock if you just take a shower. Plus,” he added, “my dad respects you.”
“So?”
“So? So you have to look the part.”
“Is that why you're wearing a dress shirt in the middle of the jungle?” Ben asked as he grabbed some berries off the bush and put them in his fanny-pack.
“Yeah, because a Kon always dresses to impress.” He looked at his shirt, “Oh no.”
“What’s wrong?” Ben stood straight up, tightly gripping his makeshift spear.
“I’m covered in mud.”
“And?”
“And my dad is gonna flip! I gotta change.”
Ben started laughing, “Ok, City Boy, let’s find Bumpy and get you to your precious shower.”
Kenji grinned, “thats Mr. City Boy to you, Jungle Boy!”
“And I thought the girls were drama queens,” Ben joked as they left to find Bumpy.
. . .
“Oh, and don’t think I didn’t notice you not answering my question.” Ben stated when they were about a half mile from the penthouse. “About Brooklyn not being with you when you get back.”
“Oh, well,” he hesitated.
“Kenji?”
He sighed, “my dad’s original plan was dino fights for the investors. We talked him out of it, so he changed his mind to showing off our way of talking to the dinos instead. The others didn’t approve and ruined our big presentation. It got Cash and 2 other investors killed.”
“Oh no!” Ben gasped, “I mean, Cash deserved it, but what about the others?”
“They didn’t deserve it; They were just doing their jobs.” He sighed, “we left them on the island so they wouldn’t interfere with our new project.”
“But, why not just send them home?” Ben asked.
“Because since the park failed, again, the world’s turned their backs on dinosaurs. So dad wants to arrange for them to get home discreetly.”
“Ok, that sounds fair enough,” Ben frowned, “But why are they so against this project? It doesn’t hurt the dinos, right?”
“No, of course not.” Kenjit said, “they think we’re ‘controlling’ them.”
“Well, are you?”
“No!” Then he backtracked, “well, maybe a little bit. But it’s better than dino fights.”
“How are you controlling them?” The penthouse came into sight.
“Bumpy, stop,” the ankylosaur stopped, and both boys hopped off. “Stay here and don’t freak out.” He ran through the trees and into the clearing.
Bumpy groaned, “don’t worry Bumper-Car, I’m sure it’ll be fine.” He reassured his friends. . . as well as himself.
“OK, COME HERE!” Kenji yelled.
“Hasn’t he learned not to yell out here yet?” Ben muttered as the pair entered the clearing. Then he yelled “KENJI, BEHIND YOU!” Toro stood like 2 feet behind Kenji. Ben held out his spear, and Bumpy lifted her tail in a battle stance, ready for round two with the carnotaurus.
“It’s ok Ben,” Kenji said, “he won’t eat us.”
“How do you know?”
“Because he can’t.” Daniel appeared out of seemingly nowhere. “The controller in Kinji’s hands. . . encourages Toro to do what we want.” He explained.
“How?”
“It connects to a chip in his brain, Kenji, why don’t you show him?”
“Ok, Toro, dance!” He played with the controller, and Toro walked backwards, side to side and wiggled his arms. “Toro, talk!” Toro roared so loud Ben almost covered his ears. “Fist bump.” He folded his claws, and leaned down for the bump. “See Ben? He won’t eat you. Wanna pet him?” He offered, “Ben?”
Ben looked sick. “The others were right; you are controlling him! This. . . this is wrong on so many levels!” He climbed on Bumpy.
“Wait, Ben?”
“Why? So you can do this to Bumpy too? No way!” He looked Kenji in the eyes, “Tell the others I’m fine, and say ‘hi’ for Bumpy and I.” And with that, he patted Bumpy’s head and she ran off the way they came.
“Ben? BEN? COME BACK!” He started to run after his friend, but Daniel stopped him. “Dad?” He questioned.
“Give him time; He’ll be back.”
“How do you know?” Kenji asked, his voice begging to break.
“Because I’ll talk to him.” Daniel declared.
“You. . . you will?”
“Yes, Hawkes and I will track him down and talk some sense into him.” He explained.
“Oh, he hates hawkes. You know, because of the incident a few weeks ago.”
Danile sighed, “then I’ll talk some sense into him. Hawkes! Drake!” Hawkes and one of the twins came over. “Solo mission, just the three of us. Let’s go!” They made their way to the car.
“Wait! Dad, can I come too?” He borderline begged.
Daniel put his hand on Kenji’s shoulder. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. But,” He saw Kenji’s face fall even more, “I am confident I can make him see reason.”
His face lifted, just a little, “you think so?”
“Oh son,” he hopped in the car, “you should know by now, a Kon can do anything!”
. . .
“I can’t believe him! How could he do that? Even to Toro?” Ben ranted as he gathered more berries for his dinner. “I mean, can’t he see how wrong and cruel and sick it is?”
Sensing the distress in her boy’s voice, Bumpy stopped eating to nuzzle his side. “Thanks girl,” He scratched her chin. “You always know how to make me feel better. Mabey Mae’s on to something with this service dog thing.” He held out some berries, “Hungry?” Bumpy responded by eating the berries. “That’s my girl, what would I do without you?”
Suddenly, Bumpy grunted and raised her tail in a threatening way. Ben quickly grabbed his spear and hopped on her. “What is it, Bumps? Baryonyx? T. Rex? Raptor?”
A voice broke through the forest. “I come in peace!” Oh great, him again.
“What do you want, Kon?” Ben demanded, venom in his voice.
“Just to talk. Could you put the spear down, please?” He asked.
“Will you put down that tranquilizer gun?”
“Touchay.” He walked closer to the pair.
“I wouldn’t come closer, Bumpy doesn’t like strangers.” Ben threatened.
Daniel stopped. “Fine, but Ben, I come with a proposition for you-”
“Not interested.” Ben cut him off.
“You don’t even know what it is,” Daniel protested.
“Don’t know, don’t care. Just leave us alone.”
“Fine, but at least don’t be mad at Kenji. He-”
“He what? Controlling Toro like a puppet? Left the others on the other island? Probably wants to control Bumpy too?” Ben demanded.
“He’s just doing business. And, I would appreciate it if you didn’t interrupt me again.
“I don’t care what a monster like you appreciates!” Ben snarled.
Daniel’s annoyance started to show. “I am not a monster, just a business man with a proposition for you.”
“In that case, they're the same thing.” Ben said, “So what will it take to make you leave us alone?”
“I’ll make you a deal: Listen to my proposition, if you like it, great! If not, I’ll never bother you again.”
“Then say it already.”
“Despite what you think, you did have a panic attack today. And Bumpy did help you like a service dog. So come back to my island with Bumpy and let us study how this connection works. I’ve spoken with Mae, and she thinks there's something special about your bond with that dinosaur.” Daniel explained, “You’ll both be safe there, and you can visit your parents anytime you like. We won’t chip Bumpy, and you would make such a difference for people everywhere!”
Ben thought about it for a minute, then finally said “as amazing as that would be, no! Not if it puts more money in your pockets.”
“Wow! Do you know how selfish that is, Benjamin?” Daniel asked.
“Oh, don’t try to guilt trip me, you monster.”
Daniel began to laugh. “Oh Ben,” he said, “I thought you’d be smarter than that.” He snapped his fingers. “But, I guess I shoudn’t expect much from a boy who chose to stay behind for a dumb animal.”
Ben heard a whistling noise, and Bumpy fell over. “BUMPY!” Jumped off and began searching for the tranq. dart. “It’s gonna be ok, girl. You're gonna be ok.” Then he felt a sting in his neck.
The last thing Ben heard as he faded into unconsciousness was “Get that chip in her head fast, before she wakes up!”
. . .
The next day, as the boat finished loading, Kenji found his dad. “Did you find Ben? What did he say?” He asked, panic in his voice.
Daniel smiled. “Don’t worry, Kenji. Ben is fine; He understands, but can’t come say goodbye because his herd is moving again.” The lie came smooth as butter.
“Oh,” Kenji frowned, “well, thanks dad. I’m just glad he’s not mad at me, I guess.”
“Of course son,” he patted his shoulder, “now, let’s get back to work-”
“Mr. Kon!” One of the twins shouted. “Dr. Turner is missing.”
“Of course she is,”he groaned. “Well, find her!” He shouted at his crew.
. . .
Unbeknownst to most of the crew, in the ship’s underbelly, tied to a chair and unconscious, sat Benjamin Pincus.
. . .
Edit: Ok, I know I said I was ending this story here, but the more I look at it, the more I realize it's incomplete. So, I am making a part 3. It may not be as good at the other parts, but at least it won't be a cliffhanger. Just give me a week or so.
I hope you enjoyed this story, and I hope you have a wonderfull day.
(Also, Ally comes from The Land Before Time 4, I think Darius would like those movies).
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Hello! May I request a romantic match up?
Appearance: nonbinary, 5'8, straight black hair (dyed) to my shoulders, pale, square body, big natural eye bags, beauty mark on side of chin, bad posture, skinny but with some muscle, and I got big round eyes and a long nose (I'm also a big mixing bags of dark styles but mostly emo, metalhead and corp goth)
Intrests: comics, zombies, horror, superheros, plants, books, video games, fashion, music, my pet bird, learning, morbid stuff, metal, collecting, creating (sewing, painting, dancing ect.), animals, gore, running, working out, and just anything I can do to not be bored YOLO
Personality: anxiety, ADHD,witty, sarcastic, curious, supportive, go get it sort of person, confident but insecure about my looks as a non binary person, impulsive, persuasive, passionate, blunt,logical but also emotional, creative, oldest to sec oldest of 5, chill dad or uncle basically,traumatized (PTSD) , smart, eccentric, ditzy, and it kinda just depends who I'm around because I change a little depending on who I hang out with I'm easily effected by others ( I may become more aggressive with someone or get a habit from them on accident)
I also tend to push people away sometimes, my ideal date is going to a amusement park or exploring, my ideal type is just someone interesting, supportive and at least a little bit honest! (They also have to be prepared for lots of emotional baggage to show at some point but I deal with it like a caring champ)
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Hope you like it :) you've been paired with
Pyro C8
Omg everything about you makes them SO excited! They think your looks and your personality reflect each other very well. They love hanging out with you and doing all different kinds of creative things.
You guys definitely end up in some kind of arts and crafts hijinks. Probably at the expense of Spy's designer suits, but Pyro swears it looks better that way.
Pyro is extremely physical, so I hope you like cuddling and holding hands and kisses and hugs and kisses and maybe getting your butt pinched sometimes and kisses and
You bring out their sweet the same way they bring out your silly. They can't help but love you when you're next to them smiling and covered in miscellaneous glitter and/or bloody bits.
Did I say bloody bits? Sorry, I meant hacked body parts of anyone who dare stand in your and Pyro's way. If you were up for it, they'd love to give you an "up close and personal" view of what their day-to-day killing spree looks like.
They may or may not find the idea romantic tbh. Serious power couple vibes going on with this one.
I'm not sure if it's "official canon" bla bla bla but I think Pyro is nonbinary as well, and what better support system could you have than one with first hand experience?
Seriously though, they love helping you come out of your shell! They adore the thought of dressing you up in different dark styles (and adding a little pink bow if you let it happen).
And you just know they'd be so damn supportive when you get insecure. Always a sweetheart, they'd give you whatever you need to make you feel good about yourself.
They might be a little confused if you push them away, but Pyro has never been one to hold grudges with people they care about. Patience is a virtue you wouldn't expect them to have mastered, and yet they let you explain what's upsetting you before helping you out.
To summarize, Pyro really is just a lovely partner and would be super supportive and caring :) your personalities build off each other super well, which gives you a great dynamic! Also Pyro mask kisses. Muah.
#Idk if this is obcious but thags a smiley dude by his name#tw gore#tw gore mention#thank you for the ask!#tf2#tf2 headcanons#all i can imagine is askee and pyro dominating the world in spiky boots and pink outfits. help#tf2 x reader#pyro tf2
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"Justice is the balance of the world!"
- PPC motto
It's Wednesday and today, we'll review the final important characters of the region! Meet the Police Prevention Corps!
The Police Prevention Corps or PPC are a branch of the international Police operating in Costora in order to bring down the two evil organizations Team Awake and Team Slumber! Their ranks have people from different backgrounds, all united to go against the totalitarian ways.
The agents come from different regions, but all of them have the same mentality regarding the evil teams, extremists must be stopped! They feel reasured by the Director of the corps, as he seems to be a really honest run of the mill guy.
Above them, are the three detectives, the youngest of them is Cooper, a star talent boy who rose from agent to detective in record time. He's always tired and drinking coffee, he refuses being helped, but the director always sends back up to help him out.
Next up, Detective Gina, who happens to be Walter and Zoe's mother. She is strong, intelligent and motherly towards the new recruits. She's definitively the mama hen of the corps. She is also well versed in martial arts, and wouldn't doubt to use them on dangerous suspects.
Before the director, comes Nova. Rumors say she used to be a spy in a war, and also that her looks does NOT match her age. She is a brilliant mind and a master tactician. She also happens to be Nicte's mother, and worries about her having joined Team Slumber.
Finally, Director Marcus, the leader of the PPC, strong believer in balance between progress and tradition, as well as father of Diego and Alma. He was appointed to guide this group since he is a Costoran Native citizen. His methods are quite fatherly some say.
The PPC swore to protect peace in Costora and to prevent the extremist groups to take over. Their missions not only try to stop the operations of Team Awake and Slumber, but also make people aware of the thin line that must be followed by progress so tradition does not disappear.
Marcus has done efforts to have his and Gina's kids away from the dangerous trouble... but if they decide helping them is what they want to do, he's not opposed to accept it and welcome them to the corps.
And with this, we have covered ALL the important Costora characters! I hope all of them are of your liking.
I will see you all on Friday for the final Pokémon!
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Upon request, here is a rec list of bottom Louis fics that take place (in whole or in part) in an office setting. If you’re interested, we also have a CEO/boss Harry rec list here and a general co-workers rec list here. Happy reading!
1) This Heart Is Heavier Than The Bills in my Pocket | Not Rated | 2533 words
Harry is 28, Louis is 18. They have office sex. That is all.
2) Take Off Your Business Suit | Explicit | 3082 words
“Yes, let me get another chair.” Louis said, leaning up off of the desk. He stood up but before he could leave the office to get another chair, Harry was grabbing his hand.
The words that came out of Harry’s mouth made Louis’ knees weak and heart beat quicken. “Just sit on my lap.” Harry said. Whatever he said afterwards didn’t make it into Louis’ ears as he was moving quickly over to Harry and placing himself on Harry’s lap.
Louis would take anything Harry wanted to give him; hand touching, lap sitting, all of it. Louis hadn't realized he was holding his breath until it came out in a quiet sigh. “Okay so th-this one will be slightly different right?” He asked as he pointed at the sheet of paper in front of him.
3) Be Professional | Mature | 3153 words
Basically, Harry’s the Prime Minister of England and Louis is his hot and willing personal assistant.
4) Office Sex | Explicit | 4426 words
Harry and Louis work in the same office. They get a bit naughty
5) Always Coming Back To You | Explicit | 4729 words
Harry's been missing Louis for eight days, and eight days without his Omega feels like decades in his pre-rut state.
Louis happens to come back to him earlier than planned.
6) When You Die (I Become Alive) | No Rated | 5797 words
“Saw your twink in the staff room," Niall says as he enters the elevator. “Have to admit, that ass is big.”
"He is not my twink-" Harry is looking at his reflection in the elevator, "-but I'll see if he works out."
7) I’m What You Need, What You Need | Explicit | 9829 words
Overworked, under-rested, and a little sex happy, Louis accidentally sends his boss a rather explicit photo of himself. Being a personal assistant was never supposed to be this high risk.
8) You Know What They Say | Explicit | 10323 words
Nice guys always finish last.
9) Don’t Know If I Could Ever Live Without | Explicit | 14140 words
“We’ve come up with a solid solution. You’re not going to like it.”
“What is it?” Louis narrows his eyes suspiciously, glancing at a visibly enthusiastic Liam.
“What if you pretended to be an Alpha?” Zayn suggests.
10) Tell Me That You Want Me Tonight | Explicit | 18068 words
Louis Tomlinson loved his job. His boss Harry was great too. He often wondered why a CEO hotshot like him was still single. When a hotel mixup causes them to room together while in The Big Apple, will Louis’ crush turn from fantasy to reality?
11) Tennis Court | Explicit | 18285 words
Louis and Harry are co-workers and Louis is sure Harry hates him because he always refuses to help him with his heats.
12) It's A Terrible Life | Mature | 18821 words
Louis wants to know who’s spying on his work emails, and the curly haired HR manager has been looking very suspicious lately.
13) Put In Them Hours | Explicit | 25009 words
AU where Louis makes the poor decision of hiring an unfairly attractive assistant. Inspired by Rachel and Tag from Friends.
14) You’re The Light | Explicit | 31288 words | Sequel
Before beginning a new graduate school in the fall, Louis Tomlinson decides to spend the summer working in Chicago as an editor’s assistant for the Chicago Tribune newspaper and staying with his old college roommate. What he finds on his first day of work is a tall, gorgeous editor named Harry who has the most beautiful green eyes he’s ever seen—and who also happens to be his new boss.
15) Kiss Me On The Mouth And Set Me Free (But Please Don’t Bite) | Mature | 42074 words
Harry is the CEO of Flora Corp, Louis is his new secretary.
16) I’ve Been Hoping You’d Be Somewhere Better Than This | Explicit | 39980 words | Sequel #1 | Sequel #2 | Sequel #3
The one where Louis is up for a promotion, he just has one tiny, little problem standing in his way.
Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.
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Hello there, im Supra (using the B.O.T account because im a dumbass don't mind me). I see you are a fellow City Of Metronome fan, have any headcanons or something?
OMG HI thanks for reaching out to me, yes I have tons of stuff on my mind that I'd be happy to get out >:D
I've seen people discuss possibility that the city exists somewhere within the LN universe because of how similar they feel. I realize that the metrognome cameos were most likely intended as harmless Easter eggs, but then again I believe everything in LN is intentional. One person I know went as far to say Six is actually from Metronome, since she's often said to be "different" or "doesn't belong."
CoM could also follow a certain thematic trend revolving around senses set up by the LN games; Pale City represents sight, the Maw represents taste, and Metronome of course represents sound
The souls that are used to power scouts are uncannily similar to shadow children, in the sense that they're fuzzy black incorporeal creatures that wear white masks, so I'm using that to support my idea that shadows are people's souls
I have a tendency to assign real-world parallels to the locations and cultures within Tarsier's games, so if I were pinpoint Metronome on a real world map it'd be somewhere on the coast bordering Russia and Manchuria. And I'm making this inference based on not just the faces of the people who live there, but also the apparent intersections of culture and language you can see throughout the city.
Going off of that, Ten is Manchu and New is Kazakh
I have absolutely ZERO DOUBT that Ten and New were basically beta Mono and Six; one kid with some supernatural ability meets another kid who prefers to fight bare-handed and they form a rebel tag team
I read in a recent article that one of the main factors that prevented the project from going forward was the devs' struggle to make the sound mechanics fun and easy to use, so I hatched the idea to just abandon that mechanic and use something that's already prevalent, like photography. It's kind of a twisted idea because the corp is already using this technology to control their slaves, but I like the idea of the rebels using a loophole to their advantage to take the corp down. Plus now that photo modes are a thing in games that'd be a dope addition, assuming you don't let Ten get caught with cold hard evidence of his whereabouts ;^^ (if you try to take a photo of New she either runs and hides or tries to rip it out of your hands)
I haven't seen any mention of this one unnamed character other than on my own blog, so I'm gonna take a sec to go off abt them again. (for reference I'm talking abt the guy in the top right image, lmk if this link doesnt work) As far as I know this is the only image of this character to exist somewhat publicly but it gave me all I needed to make up a whole backstory lmaooooo
First of all I'm pinpointing them as Runaway's parallel because it’d be super awesome if three core characters got resurrected as playable characters in LN. But when it comes to their actual narrative, im getting the image of a spy antagonist who's in league with the corporation and they've been sent to track down the main duo. Make that more tragic by adding the implication that they were friends with New once and are now staying with the enemy for revenge purposes
Ok now this one is real wildboy stuff, because it's not exactly based on any official material, but rather on something that appears to be fanmade. For awhile I couldn't tell who the ghost girl on this mockup cover was supposed to be, because she sorta looks like New, but I remember seeing a face like neither on them on the archived official site; it's a weird case of the Mandela effect but regardless of intention I am running with a number of ideas about this character, because who knows how big the original planned cast was
The idea I have rn is that in life, this girl was childhood friends with New and the spy kid, but their huge falling-out was triggered by some sort of accident that not only killed this girl but cost the spy half their limbs. They then of course directed their anger at New, who came out almost totally unscathed.
This ghost is only visible to whoever she shows herself to, and sometimes appears in front of Ten to assist him in certain tasks
Lastly it’s worth mentioning that while I can't ever see the protags being romantically involved (and i'm doing everything in my power to avoid certain tropes that were prevalent back then), I can't not see them as partners in crime either??? I say heteroplatonicism deserves more time to shine
so yea that should be everything I've written down both on and off the platform, if u read it all thanks a ton 👌
#asks#city of metronome#little nightmares#fan theories#headcanons#btw supra I distinctly remember looking at the game's tag for literally anything I could find#only to see you carrying the torch solo for like a year#and I have to give u props for that because I've been there o7#I remember thinking how awesome it'd be to talk to more dedicated fans of this game but I didnt kno how to reach out kdsjfskldjs#kramblings
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One: Painting and Its Secrets
Summary: This series is about Levi’s slow burn relationship with the reader who is not only a squad leader but a spy who works under Scouts Regiment.
Warning: mentions of death
A/n: I hope you, whoever you are that will read my series will enjoy it as much as I do when I wrote it. Thanks and have a pleasant reading! :)
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3 weeks before...
A blond platinum wig in a pixie cut, button down shirt in beige, a dark brown suspenders, a pair of pants in olive green with a jacket in the same colour. Last but not least a black fedora on top of the head. You stared at your reflection in the mirror, making sure that you looked completely different from the real you at the same time not wanting the disguise you were wearing would catch unnecessary attention. After you were fully satisfied with your look, you took your steps outside your little home.
It was supposedly your off day and you were strolling at the Stohess District and went to buy a newspaper before taking your seat at an empty bench while facing the river. After a few moments had passed, you glanced at your watch and stood up to head to your destination.
Hans Art Gallery. You were on time when you stood in front of the art shop as the business was just begun and you were the first one to enter.
“Good morning and welcome to Hans Art Gallery. Is there anything that I can help you, Mrs?,” the gentleman asked.
“A bouquet of tulips for the man with the black shoes.” You answered to the gentleman who was not wearing a pair of black shoes but upon hearing your sentence and clearly understood your code, he went to the back of the gallery before returned to you and handed the canvas piece that was neatly wrapped with an oil paper.
You calmly walked to your home and naturally looked around you to make sure no one was tailing before you entered your house and produced a soft click sound as you locked the wooden door behind you. You didn’t go straight to your room, instead you climbed to the attic and yet again locked the door. Slowly you unwrapped the frame and brought out your forceps as well as your scalpels, no need to ask how did you get those. The canvas held a drawing of an evening sky which was rich with every shades of orange colour capturing the beauty of the sunset, it seemed like it could bring calmness to whoever that laid their eyes on it, but what people didn’t know, didn’t have to know as well as didn’t have the right to know was what lied beneath the drawing. Yes, the drawing was undeniably beautiful, it was made by none other than one of your assets in the Wall Sina that disguised as an art dealer among the nobles. The said asset had planted a few layers of documents under his drawing which was the main reason you were about to form a surgery on the work of art. Meticulously, you ran your scalpel on the border of the drawing, next you brushed your thumb along the already cut borders to make the edges curled upwards then you used your forceps to peal the drawing away, revealing layers of papers which were believed to be the documents that were hidden beneath it.
“Hmmh.. hmmm~ yare yare, found ya’.” You whispered to yourself and smiled in relief, taking out the pieces of papers and gave it a read.
The documents contained the Military Police reports of Nicholas Lovof’s crimes that included bribery, kidnapping, murders and any other atrocities that were enough to put someone under justified punishments. Not only that, the documents also included a detailed descriptions as well as names of the people that were in charge to kill Erwin Smith, a good colleague of yours, thanks to Nicholos’s manipulations. The said people were; a young red-haired girl styled in pigtails, another young man with a light-brown hair and persumably the oldest one of the pack,a sharp dull blue eyes man with a black hair styled in an uppercut.
Then, you made a copy of the documents and kept them in a scroll so you could send them to Erwin, where the original copy of them were properly sealed in an envelope for you to send them to none other than Dhalis Zachary.
~🎨
You took a deep breath, inhaling the morning’s crisp while staring at the blue sky. It was always your favorite thing to do, starring at the sky, focusing on the colours that it held. From the wide ranges of blues, to the variety tones of the white from the clouds and sometimes the contrast colours of orange or pink that appears during dusk or dawn.
After you had enough of your morning pill from the sky, you stepped out of your chamber and was greeted by your best friend, Hange with a raised of both your eyebrows. Both of you did not need much words to greet each other most of the times. You were best friends since your Training Corps years. Morning wasn’t the time for you guys to start acting real with each other. So, both of you walked by each other to the mess hall to get your breakfast then attended the assembly Scout Regiment’s concourse.
During the morning assembly, you lined up beside Erwin as you were also a Section Commander and had your comrades under your unit to stand in a line behind you. As you were standing, you could see there were 3 people standing beside Commander Keith Sadis, and were introduced to the whole Scout Regiment as the new Scouts. One of them was a girl with red-brown hair tied into two pigtails, named Isabel Magnolia, the other was a man with dark blond hair named Furlan Church and the last one named Levi, a shorter man with black hair styled in an uppercut. All three of them were assigned into Flagon's unit much to his dismay. You glanced at Erwin by your side and he gave you a knowing look. While others found those new Scouts’ names foreign, both of you were exceptional and for a good reason.
They were surprisingly good during their training, for some people who never had a formal training using the ODM gear, they performed fantastically well but they still needed some polishing for their Titans killing skills, except for Levi. You were always up to offer help to them but they often misunderstood since you usually looked cold and always a bit brutal during your trainings which were a famous fact among the Scout Regiment. Farlan and Isabel often thought that you hated them since they received resentments from severel other Scout cadets and thinking that you were also in the same boat as the other Scouts. Levi was always with his bored expression, you could barely read his expressions let alone his thoughts, unlike the other two. There was a time where Isabel blurted about why you insisted to help training them when you seemed to dislike them.
“It doesn’t matter if I like you guys or not, people train to kill the Titans and to survive. You guys seemed to rush things and hiding something, as if you wanted you to get done with killing Titans then move on to do something else that isn’t Titans related and I’m here trying to help you not to get killed by Titans”, you answered. There was a short silence followed after your answer. You could tell their breaths hitched for a moment but you remained stolid nevertheless.
“Well, we have to move on to do something else as in to focus on the formation right?”, Furlan replied with a hint of nervous.
“Yeah, let’s hope so.” You answered.
~🎨
In life, there were a lot of moments where the air would be tense and the night before expedition was one of them. The night was calm and quiet but you couldn’t ignore the heavy feeling in your heart. Tonight was just another night inside the wall but to some in the Scout Regiment, it would be their last. Tomorrow’s expedition would surely cost some of your comrades’ lives and might even yours, for the sake of humanity.
You took a deep breath. But it still didn’t help to calm your nerves. You had been pacing in your room since dinner. You couldn’t stay still, palms were sweaty and heart was beating unsually fast tonight. Something bad was going to happen tomorrow. You could feel it in your guts. You recognized these telltale because whenever you felt like this, you’ll end up receiving death news be it your favorite neighbour from your hometown, your beloved pets or even the Scouts that you had helped in training. Deciding that sitting in your room wouldn’t help lessen the nerves, you grabbed your pencils and sketch papers then headed outside to gaze at the starry night sky to do some sketches in hope of easing your mind.
As you arrived at you usual spot at tower of the Scout Regiment barracks, you slumped down and took a glance at the sky. The moon hadn’t shown itself yet, and there were thick clouds hanging everywhere. Then, you stared at your paper and pencil. Blank. No idea. No inspiration. Stuck. You sighed, and continued to stare at the night sky hoping to relax your mind for awhile. Then, you heard the sound of clicking boots which meant that there were people not far from you. It was Furlan and Isabel whom just arrived, they walked to a figure that you assumed to be Levi. You remained quiet and peeped them from your location. You could heard Isabel and Furlan trying to convince Levi about them joining tomorrow’s expedition. As you were eavesdropping not that you planned to in the first place, suddenly your hand started to sketch the paper, starting with the clouds and adding the diamonds in the sky, slowly without you realizing it, you were sketching the trio starring at the starry night sky under the moonlight that shone magnificiently.
When you were done with the sketching, you returned to your room as quietly as possible and continued to add colours to your drawing before you got sleepy and finally free from your anxious feeling earlier. Before you headed to your bed, you jotted down the date behind your work which now known as painting, no longer just a sketch.
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During the expedition, you and your squad were put around the right flank of the long range formation. There were few Titans appeared throughout the journey, none that your squad could handle. You were beyond grateful that all of your squad were still well and alive at the moment. Then, you received a signal to tighten the formation since the sky started to show sign that it would rain soon and a heavy one at that. You commanded your squad to pull on the hood of their capes and stayed as close as possible with you and each other so that no one would go unnoticed and it would be easier to assist if anything happen.
Despite the heavy downpour, your squad kept moving forward and you efficiently assisted your squad in killing any Titan that came in the way, it was always your promise to make sure everyone under you would return to the wall safe and alive. Then, suddenly you heard a weird noise coming from in front of you, not the usual strange noise that a Titan would make.A load, short but multiple groan as if a Titan was in pain. So, you rushed to the direction of the sound assuming that there might a cadet or a squad that needed your assistance.
You arrived at the same time as Erwin’s and some other squad leaders, surrounded by an Abnormal Titan’s and plenty of your other comrades’ corpses. Then, you noticed Levi standing next to the Titan’s dead body with blood all over him and Isabel’s head in front of him with half of Furlan’s body not far from him as well. Levi seemed to be the only one survived from his squad. His head hanging slightly low, with his hair covering his eyes but the tears streaming down his cheeks didn’t go unnoticed by you. So, this explained the sweaty palm and racing heart you had another night- to see two cadets that you helped with training days ago, only now left with just just head and half of a body. You felt your shoulder fell and knees slightly shaking. You felt like your breath had been taken away.
As the rain started to stop slowly as the sunshine gently peeking from the clouds, you watched how Levi was about to kill Erwin which was stopped by Mike then Erwin explained about the Nicholos Lovof's situation causing Levi to stop his actions and stood silently, digesting the fact that he was caught up in Erwin’s plans.
You did feel bad for Levi, Erwin wasn’t the only who knew about him and his friends’ true intention of joining the Scout Regiment. You knew about it too. It was your assignment to obtain the information about Nicholos Lofov’s crimes and sent it to Erwin as well as finding out the person who was assigned to supposedly kill Erwin. It was just a simple guess as to why those three didn’t refuse so much on joining he Scout Regiment when Erwin offered them to.
You were assigned with that task since you were not only a Section Commander but also a spy under the Scout Regiment as well as the cadets under your wings and some were also assets scattered across the town in disguise as an art dealer in Wall Sina, a commoner who opened a bakery shop or could be anyone in the town that simply invisible to the world but not to you. You needed to sniff around to obtain crucial informations that could contribute to the Scout Regiment strategies, formation and as well as humanity.
~🎨
The barracks became quieter after the expedition ended which was normal due to the lost of lives. You were at your room that night, just checking your report before you could submit them to Erwin the next morning and decided to write some notes in your book. You opened your drawer and saw the painting that you made before the expedition took place. Levi, Isabel and Furlan staring at the sky. Two of the were smiling in admiration to the sky while Levi just being Levi, stoic as ever except his eyes where they were packed with ......hope.
You suddenly felt drenched and decided to go for a glass of water at the kitchen before you headed to sleep. You inserted the sketching into your notebook and brought them with you to the kitchen, it just came across your mind to let Levi had it since you remembered how shattered he looked when he was kneeling in front of Isabel's head. The kitchen was empty when you arrived so you went to grab a cup and filled it with water.
As you took a sip of water from your glass, you saw Levi entering the same room as yours. Both of you were startled for a second yet no words left your mouths before he proceeded to make himself a tea and you with your drink. The room was filled with silence but not an uncomfortable one, at least for you. That was when it slipped your mind that you wanted to give the drawing to Levi. Only if he would accept your drawing. You thought he might wanted it since that drawing was an evidence of a sweet memory that his two friends left him during their short time in the Scout Regiment. Probably something for him to look at when he felt lonely. He was stirring his teaspoon with his back facing you when you called his name. Probably the first time having you calling his name. Probably the first time you would ever interact with him ever since he joined the regiment.
“.....um..Levi,” you called. That’s when your heart skipped a beat. And you felt a bit....just a bit nervous to see him reacting to you. Then, he turned around and faced you, intense dull blue eyes focusing on your eyes, expecting you to continue. You gulped. Man, was his gaze always this tense? You never noticed that before for sure.
“I was at the tower the night before the exhibition, with my sketching utensils because I needed to calm my nerves. Then suddenly you guys came and I made something. I didn’t plan doing it, I just went with the ideas flowing in my head,” you stopped and brought out your painting to his attention. He stayed focus listening to you and eyes never left your face before he took the drawing and examined it. You couldn’t say he was amused but his gaze did soften a little.
“I’m sorry I draw the three of you without your permission.I know I should have asked your consent. And um, you could keep that...... If you want though,” you continued. You felt quite nervous not because you were scared of him, shy probably but not scared. You were nervous because one, you wished your drawing didn’t remind him of his late friends in a bad way and caused him more sadness, two, you didn’t want him to get mad at you for drawing him without his permission and three, um...what if your drawing looked like a toddler’s work? That would suck.
“It’s nice,” Levi finally spoke. His deep monotone voice comforted your ears. You breathed out a relief.
“I want to keep it,” Levi said, hand still holding your drawing, eyes travelling back to yours with a softer gaze and as if asking for your permission.
You nodded, “sure, make it yours, I do hope it’ll help you feel better, if that's even possible”, you replied with a soft chuckle as you slowly stood and got ready to head back to your room.
You saw Levi took a glance at the drawing then looked at you again before he replied you with, “thanks, I’ll treasure it.”
You flashed a small smile before yawning and took off to your room to get your sleep. Feeling light and at ease, knowing your drawing could help lift up someone’s mood.
Little did you know that, back in his chamber, Levi stared at your painting. He indulged himself into the painting that you made, every drop of colour as well as every line and traces left on the paper by you, realized how he missed watching his lost friends’ smiles and thanks to you, he could see his friends’ smiles once again eventhough it was just on a piece of a paper. Not to mention, he finally got to interact with you. You striked a mysterious aura when you first appeared before his eyes which intrigued him to get to know you, yet he never had a chance or a reason to talk to you but you were always there somewhere in the back of his mind. He was utterly grateful with the drawing you made, at least he could carve the smiles of his friends into his mind, their smiles might no longer exist in this world but it would always be in his heart and mind.
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Purpley Giggly Musings 3/1/22
There's probably a vast graveyard of tickle videos lost to time. I know I have a handful in my collection that may not exist anywhere else. Mostly because they're not any good. Like I have a few from a tickle studio named Tickling Down Under, an Australian company that existed for maybe a year. They had some nice setups with cute non-model looking girls and used a lot of feathers and makeup brushes. But the tickling was boring and the ticklees never laughed, giggled, or squirmed. I have a collection of videos from a middle aged English couple who operated their own site, I think it was called T-A productions. It was all F/M, with the woman usually dressed in leather. She looked like a great tickler and enjoyed what she did, he basically looked dead the entire time with no reactions aside from the occasional gasp or squirm. Interesting part of their videos was they sometimes ended with breathing games, where she should hold her fingers over his mouth and nose or bury his face in her leather-clad arm or chest.
There's also a bunch of videos that I didn't save and have never been able to find again. Three in particular haunt me because they were so amazing and I actually had two of them in my hands at one point.
The first was a vintage FF/F, similar to the old Cal Star stuff. The two ticklers were older ladies, and the ticklee was a younger girl like early 20s. They were in a fancy sitting room, with elegant decorations and couches and a piano, with loungey music playing. The two ticklers had her pinned on the carpet, with one holdng her arms as the other tickled her upper body. She was wearing a zip-up top, and they worked to get it open and started tickling her bare perky breasts with cute acorn nipples. That portion is etched into my tickly mind because it was so perfect, the way the tickler was fluttering her nails up the ribs to the nipple, and one of them was cooing with a "Tickle tickle...tickle tickle tiiickle...tickle tickle!!" with a divinely teasing cadence. I had a sample of this clip downloaded from Tickle Theater (now dead of course) and at one point I found the full video after extensively searching various seedy websites. And then I lost it in a foolish maneuver of thinking a directory was copied to an encrypted archive and it wasn't.
The second is some Japanese F/M video. It was on PornHub (prior to the purge) and I should have known better to immediately download it because Japanese clips only survived there for minimal time. I have a couple of 5-second snaps I took of it when I was so excited and sending samples to a friend. The setup was basic, just a voluptuous woman tickling a tied up guy. Her technique was fantastic and he was super ticklish. But what set it apart was the last bit, where she broke out a magic wand massager and teased him to bits by holding it right under his tip and tickling frantically on his sides. It made me completely fall apart. I should have saved it, I didn't, and I've never seen it despite extensively searching a ton of Japanese fetish sites. I don't have a title or anything, it was generically listed as F/M Tickling. Sadly, I know Japanese fetish videos go out of print all the time. I have an amazing movie named Tickling Slut Corps (yes, that's really the translated title) where a guy is tickled by 4 fully dressed cute ladies first in individual scenarios and then three different FFFF/M setups. It's no longer available for purchase. One time I tried to share it on PornHub and it was immediately yanked for infringement.
The last of my unicorn graveyard tickle videos is an old Tickle Japan video. I have a super low quality sample that I fished from an archive site a long time ago, and still it looks like it could be one of the hottest F/M clips ever. It's part of those Spy tickle series where a ticklee is on an X-Frame and a domineering woman enters to interrogate and tickle them. The short haired tickler in this video went by the name Natsuki. She wears a tight black latex outfit, and sunglasses. She stars in some other clips, but this one has a ridiculous ticklish guy and she is so amused and encouraged by his hysterical laughs. The other thing about this tickler is her relentless verbal teases. She never lets up. Throughout her tickles she's constantly making what sounds like taunts, and this cooing chirping noise that sort of sounds like "Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle" but I think it's one of the onomatopoeia words for the tickle sensation. Maybe I can post the sample here and someone who knows the language better can translate. The end of the sample shows her using a magic wand on his briefs, and it's clear she has made him ticklegasm, and yet she continues to tickle and tease mercilessly while now asking him questions. Unnnnnh. There's some other clips with this tickler that are readily available, including a very similar one where she's wearing a red oufit but it's a different guy who isn't nearly as ticklish and though she vibrates him for 15 minutes he never goes over the edge.
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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫: 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧
(Jean x fem!/reader) -> (supposed to be angst but...major fluff) -> 4.9k
Notes: This chapter is a little longer, there’s an extra cut at the end, and loads of fluff! Hope you enjoy and chapter five is yet to come!! ^^
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Jean stood there shocked at the corpse that lay in front of him. How did this even happen? Marco wasn’t that far the last time he checked.
“Is that...Marco?...”
He stood there petrified as his hand clenched. How could this have happened in such a short time?...a lady then asked for his name. Jean was very deep into thought, but eventually gave in.
“Marco...Marco Boddt.”
“Thank you young man.”
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You left the place where you were last standing. You were still upset because of what happened, but decided to let that go as you watched Jean. He seemed so...helpless. You didn’t need to know much to understand that someone probably died...and Marco if anything (since he wanted to go and check on him).
Instead of forcing him to tell you anything, you put your hand on his shoulder. It showed comfort from a distance which gave enough space. He seemed grateful for your gesture, and looked back at you. Teary eyed, he placed his calloused hand onto yours. The Bonfire was now taking place, and you brought him to an area where you both could sit.
Jean hugged his two knees together, and yet still managed to hold your hand. You didn’t move it though, knowing it was helping him cope.
Sasha and Connie joined not much later, and you all huddled together. You felt the sorrow they expressed and well...you felt such sadness as well. You may have not known everyone, but Marco was still a dear friend to you, heck most of the people in your squad (being Eren, Mikasa, Ymir, etc) were somewhat dear to you. You just, never let them get too close was all. You wished you had let Marco at least. He had always reminded you of Bertholdt...except...he was more optimistic and confident. You truly did enjoy his company, and were sad that it was now gone.
As you all sat, you then saw Bertholdt who stood alone. You sighed as you got up, slipping out of Jean’s grip, on your way to Bertholdt. Yes you were still very angry at him (along with the other two), but you’ve always had a soft spot for Bertholdt. Since he was like an older brother, you could never not forgive him. As soon as you reached him, you gave him a hug. He returned the favour as you whispered:
“Thank you...for warning me in advance. Honestly, I’m still pissed off that you guys didn’t say anything, and did things without my input. But at the same time, your advice did save my behind...somehow,” you chuckled as he nodded.
“I’m sorry Y/n...in truth, I should’ve stayed quiet...but I knew I needed to do something.”
“Yeah...just...no more secrets. Okay?...” he stood there as you sighed yet again.
“Let’s go,” on your way back, you hear as the two teased Jean.
Halfway through, Bertholdt stopped and told you he needed to meet with Reiner, whereas Jean had noticed your presence and tried pushing the two away.
“Ahhh, so that’s your competition. Although, I don’t think incest is a good idea-”
“He’s not her actual brother...idiot,” Sasha scolded which caused the two to argue.
“Guys, shut up. Y/n is coming,” they both quiet down as you approached, smirking at each other in “secrecy.”
You sat beside Jean still concerned. He seemed to relax a little now that you were beside him. That being the case, you finally asked:
“So, how are you feeling?” he looked at you, and then your hands.
“Ah yeah...I’m feeling better,” he cleared his voice. He looked shy for some reason...maybe it wasn’t that, but him being vulnerable?
“What about you?...I know Marco was also a good friend of yours.”
“Hmm...honestly, I miss him a lot. If he were here, he would say something motivating, inspirational even. I wish I got to know him a lot better seeing how nice he was. Well...regardless...I’ll make sure that lives like his don’t go in vain.”
“Mhm,” you scooched in closer.
“Are you still going to join the military police?” you asked as he looked troubled. Maybe he wanted to join the Garrison? You stretched your arms as he stared you down.
“If it helps, I’m joining the Survey Corps.”
“What, why?” a tone of concern splashed over as you eyed him.
“Well...I think everyone...deserves a fair chance...a fair chance at life. And if titans are the obstacles weighing down that opportunity, then I'll try doing anything that will help you guys get one step closer...I really will.”
If only you could do this back at home, in Marely. But killing off titans would never be the answer, not there at least. The heavy boulders they placed on each, and everyone of your shoulders, would never allow the chance of a fair life. One that you have always wanted. So if you couldn’t live out that dream (for yourself at least), you would try to help those here.
At first, you would never have thought to do such a thing, but as time passed, you accepted this place as one with just as many problems as your own. They weren’t that different, except Paradis had a better chance at a newer start. You then looked up to see the stars glisten so freely. One day, you hoped you would be able to as your hand reached for the sky.
“I think...I think I know what I want to do, thanks for that,” honestly, you had hoped he would pick the Mountain Police. It was a lot safer compared to the corpse, and well...it was something he had always gravitated towards. You didn’t want him to die out there...you couldn’t imagine him doing so.
Something you found a little funny was the difference between Jean and Bertholdt. Bertholdt and you were very close, and you would never want him to die. But if he ever did, you were prepared for such an event. But imagining Jean going through death was something that you couldn’t even bring up. You knew Jean was somewhat special to you, but in what way exactly? Maybe in a...no. You couldn’t. You couldn’t think such thoughts.
“Here, we should get going,” he offers his hand and helps you up.
You both walked to your quarters. While doing so, you could see that Jean seemed on edge. You weren’t sure as to why, but by the time you reached the door, all you could do was stare. It seemed as if both of you needed something...but the real question was “what?” What did you both need.
He then put his hand in his pockets, looking downwards as he mumbled the words:
“Well...goodnight.”
“Night.”
He started to make his way, and so did you. Before you could close the door, he caught it mid-way exclaiming:
“Y/n, wait!”
He gives you a small violet. It was a little roughed up (due to his pockets) but you admired it anyway. The way the petals clung, and they way he looked so disappointed in himself (for roughing it up) made you smile. You then put it on top of your right ear, adjusting it the best you could without a mirror, to then asked:
“Does it look good?” he moved it once more and swept a strand of your hair.
“Yeah, much better,” he then drew back quickly as you felt your heartbeat.
“Sleep well, okay? Jean?”
“Yeah, you too.”
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It was finally the day where everyone had chosen their regiment. Annie ended up joining the mountain police. Based on what they told you, she would be a spy from a different (and more “important”) standpoint. Jean however, decided on the scout regiment, along with the rest of your friends.
“Jean, are you sure? The interior is a lot safer if anything, you should go before it’s too late-”
“You can’t convince me otherwise,” he winked as you shook your head.
“Plus, I can’t let you guys have all of the fun, killing titans? Yeah right, also, I won’t let Eren beat me.”
‘Oh...he must mean Mikasa,’ you thought.
At this point in time, you decided to accept that you had feelings for Jean. Though it was hard at first (because of your boundaries), you eventually gave in with each moment you spent. You were smitten with his charms, laugh, and smile. They kept drawing you in and never disappoint.
You weren’t going to lie, you were scared. Not only were your walls down to such an extent, but you were getting so attached to Paradis. Him just being one of the sources of that connection. It terrified you alright, but that warmth Jean gave, comforted you instead.
The way he would always tease you, make your day brighter, and just grab your attention in general, made you happy. But what kept you anchored was both your fears, and reality. Hearing that he wanted to beat Eren, reminded yet again as to who he liked. Mikasa. Even though you knew she loved the hot head, Jean liked her, and if you could support him, that’s all that mattered.
You crossed your arms in disappointment.
“If you want to beat him, there are so many other ways.”
“Like?”
“Your looks?” you both stood there in an awkward silence. He then tried to laugh things off.
“Okay okay, I’ll be truthful, I can’t let you go out there alone-”
“I have Reiner and Bertholdt-”
“Nonsense, you may have those two, but you’ll need a Jean as well.” You laughed at his remark and so did he.
“No but...being a part of the interior would be a safer option, plus...isn’t that what you’ve always gone for?”
He looked back at the others and said: “Yeah but, now this is what I’m going for,” you smiled a little worried, but knowing Jean, you guys could pull through together (hopefully).
Erwin said the last of his congratulatory speech, and you all headed for the stables. You were getting ready for the expedition that was yet to come. You watched as Eren, Mikasa, and Armin grouped together. You and Jean had just started walking, so the others (along with the trio) were in front of you.
“So, you’re telling me that you’ve all decided to join the corps?”
“Of course, why else would we be here?”
“Then Jean, Marco, and Annie joined the interior?-”
Jean then appeared in front of them along with you.
“Marco’s dead.” he said bluntly. Eren looked very shocked.
“Marco’s not, you must be joking-”
“Yes...he is…” you ensure as your arms crossed.
“I wish I could say I wasn’t, but he is.”
Your cloaks were then given out. “The wings of freedom…” Hopefully, one day, you could grasp onto that feeling along with the people who stood beside you.
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“Listen Mikasa, unlike you we’re not willing to just throw our lives away for Eren.”
“We need a reason so we don’t hesitate when the time comes.”
“Show us your worth.”
You felt guilty while listening to this. Yes, you would “try” to sacrifice yourself for any comerdae, but when it came to Eren, it would probably be best if another titan ate him (you cherished him as you friend, but also acknowledged him as your enemy).
Yes, it may sound cruel, but your mission would be back in operation if he did so...but then again, did you really want to succeed in such a cause? The look on Reiner’s face reminded you of what your purpose was, and you sat there composed as Jean went on.
You admired his character. He really had grown up a lot during the time he’s spent here. Everyone agreed with his statements whereas Eren took it as a hard pill to swallow. You then all went to your horses (needed for the expedition) and started preparing for the fight ahead.
He was saddling up and looked over at your side, you caught him in the act and made a face. He made things so obvious which amused you. He shot up immediately as you proceeded to tease him.
Show us your worth,” you playfully said while giving him a dramatic stare.
“H-Hey! I did my best, quit yapping,” you both laughed as he came up and pulled you in by your belt. You were baffled (and flustered) to then see him tighten your buckle.
“Just in case...I can’t lose you to another incident...like I almost did last time.”
He probably said that due to the fact Marco was now gone...you nodded and grabbed his hand before it left you, shaking it. He was a little confused, but then heard the words:
“You can trust me, so don’t you dare wipe my trust away,” he chuckled at what you said and tightened his grip.
“I won’t. So stay safe out there, okay?”
“I will, and you better as well-”
“OhOho, am I intruding on this lover’s quarrel? I sincerely apologize with my utmost apology,” Connie teased as Sasha joined in:
“Jean, how dare you. Stealing my girl away? You can’t! She makes the best pancakes there are! Don’t do this to me!” Sasha sobbed as Jean turned red
“OH SHUT UP!”
To your surprise, Reiner jumped in.
“They have a point, if you’re going to take our Y/n away, you better have our approval if anything. Remember, no sneaking out past 9-”
“Says you,” you scowled as he laughed. You have to admit, when Reiner was in his warrior mode, you hated it. He was such a jerk and you needed that personality to disappear, and be on its way. But when he was himself, he was genuinely kind. Yet every kind smile had it’s fair share of frowns. You still wanted to know more about him, and hey, if this Island deserved a chance, so did he.
“I, ugh. Let’s get going, I don’t need a lecture from Captain Levi.”
You laughed and followed along with everyone else.
Jean POV
I liked Y/n...if you couldn’t tell by now. I knew I could make things obvious, but was pretty sure I could cover up my tracks. I’d say I’m pretty good at that...yeah…. Well, regardless, I’ve known for a little while, but wouldn’t say it’s been a very long time.
Even though I had confronted my own feelings, I never tried doing the opposite. It’s not that I didn’t want to confess, rather, some things held me back. One: there’s never been a good time to say anything. As of recently, things have been so hectic and well, Y/n and I have barely gotten any alone time. Two: I was a little insecure when I started liking her. There were just so many other guys who seemed more beneficial than me...even EREN if I had to admit...no...I take that last part back. Lastly, three: I didn’t want my feelings to ruin our friendship.
I really did like her though. Also, I’m not going to deny that I did have a thing for Mikasa (way back when), but after getting to know Y/n better (and myself in general), that feeling of pure attraction faded away. She’s a nice girl, but not my type of woman (whereas Y/n was).
I heard the war cries of those beside, behind, and in front of me. Each filled with ambition along with mine. Not knowing if this would be their last day, or if there would be a tomorrow, made their yells and screams even louder.
I watched as everyone around me poured their hearts into their calls, while Y/n simply sat there, prepping for the battle ahead. From an outsider’s perspective, she might have looked scared, but knowing her, she was just focused. Trying to get a piece of mind before another war commenced.
I rode off with my squad, things were going according to plan until titans started showing up one, after another. Luckily I was able to escape in the midst of it all. Though terrified, I tried my best to keep myself level headed. Even so, I almost died in the process. A titan was on its way to crush both my horse and I, but one of my cremates killed it. Unfortunately, the next titan to come took him out as I ran.
` I was then riding on my own, hoping I could scope out Y/n if the chance was given. I searched everywhere while riding faster, and faster. Although no traces were found, I did bump into Reiner, Armin, and a large titan.
“Why is she running infront of us?”
Armin then explained his theory, about someone else hosting the controls of that titan. Although I wanted to think of something else, I couldn’t just disregard his statement. This being the case, next thing you knew, I was a diversion trying to get the best of the female titan. I swung from her backside trying to get to her nape, but she protected it as I flew.
To my failure, Reiner decided to be a suicidal maniac (yet again) and plunged straight towards her.
“You maniac-” only seconds later, did he escape and we were on our way to find a safe zone.
We ended up going to a remote place with no titans, a couple of trees, and well...ourselves (along with the horses). We sat there hopeless wondering about what our next move would be.
‘I wonder where Y/n is…no...we need to find a way to get out of here first, then I can think about her…’
“Only two horses eh...I guess one-”
“Jean, I found your horse while riding. It seemed terrified.”
“My horse, Buchwald!” I calmed him down by brushing on his mane.
“I’m surprised you came," Reiner said to Christa.
“Well, I wasn’t too far and had Jean’s horse as well. I simply followed it, and it led me to you guys.”
“Wait, Christa, did you happen to see Y/n by any chance?” I asked worried and she thought to herself.
“Hmmm, last time I recalled, she went west from my squad. I haven’t seen her since but, if she’s with Ymir, she should be fine!! Don’t worry too much.”
Even though I felt uneasy, Christa’s gratefulness (towards us being alive) took my mind off of things. We then started to ride around the field, looking for any squad nearby. Luckily, we spot one in the nick of time, and join them.
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“Yeah, I’m sure the commander is looking for shade, that way, he can set up a picnic for his scouts.”
“That’s very...unlikely,” Armin replied.
‘Great, we have to sit in these trees for gosh knows how long. This is going to be a pain,’ I swung along with the others.
Titans sprawled all around us and we all sat waiting for other orders. Not only wasI agitated at that, but also at the fact I haven’t seen Y/n even once. Where could she have gone? Last time I saw, she didn’t venture too far from me...well...that was at the entrance, so who am I kidding.
I looked around the trees to see many cadets, but not Y/n. Armin caught me doing so, and sighed as I then looked back at him.
“What?”
“You’re worried about Y/n-”
“Maybe I should use my ODM gear to look for her-”
“Jean,” Armin interrupted.
“I’m sure she’s fine, she’s with her comrades. Plus, have a little faith in her. She’s a fighter you know?” he smiled as I sighed.
“Yeah...she is...really is,” I then grinned hoping that...she still was one...literally.
“It’s not that though...I just...don’t trust her surroundings,” I peered down and saw almost a dozen titans. Armin nodded and then said:
“Yeah, and we shouldn’t either.”
I started to think to myself. I knew he meant that in a more “literal” way, but looking at it in a “metaphorical” stance, got me thinking differently. I know I’ve gotten to “know” Y/n during the time given, but have I really gotten to “know” her?
I think I did?...but then again, Y/n has always had a side I’ve never been able to reach. You know, she’s always talked about finding freedom for others, giving them the chances they deserved...but never talked about what she wanted. I hoped...truly hoped that maybe I could help her reach that feeling as well.
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We all retreat in failure. The female titan had gotten away, and now here we were. So many lives lost for such a useless operation.
‘No Jean...let’s not think like that...I wonder where Y/n is,” I started riding faster to the front of the brigade, hoping I could find her.
I passed horse by horse, person by person, yet to my dismay...nothing. I broke a sweat while riding to see Ymir. Reminding myself as to what Christa had said, I approached and asked:
“Where’s Y/n?”
“Ah, she’s in the cart over there. Don’t cry too much,” she smirked as my eyes widened.
‘Why the hell was she laughing?...the hell is wrong with her?...’
I rode towards the cart Ymir pointed to. I didn’t think to look through any, because I had assumed she would be alive. I gave myself a moment to prepare myself for the worst. Even though I did so, I knew nothing would be able to prepare myself for her death...never…. I could feel my eyes water, still shut, ready to open until I heard a voice.
“Jean?”
“Y/N!? YOU’RE ALIVE!?” my eyes widened almost immediately.
“Yeah...I lost my horse and hurt my ankle during the process. Ymir basically carried me the entire time, but once we had decided to retreat, I told her to drop me off here.”
‘That wench-damn, she really got me thinking differently,’ I sighed and nodded my head.
“Are you okay though?”
“Yeah, it’s nothing to, ouch-” she winced and my reaction was to swoop in, but I pulled back as she adjusted the cloth given.
“Okay then...I’ll ride beside you until we get back,” the person riding the horse then winked at me and I panicked.
Hoping Y/n didn’t see, she grinned saying: “Alright, don’t miss me too much though.”
“Haha, I won’t.”
‘Because I already have...so much…’
Original POV
When you had gotten in the walls, you weren’t welcomed with the best greeting. Jean had made it his priority to shield you, and you were grateful for that. As soon as you made it back to the stables, before the medical team could take you, Jean insisted he would instead.
You weren’t exactly sure as to why, but you didn’t oppose it. He carried you by resting his right hand under you, and his left behind you, making sure he didn’t crush your legs in the process.
“Could you...um...cling onto me?” you quickly draped your arms around his neck as he started walking. It only felt like seconds before you both appeared at a field. Tall grass roamed everywhere, along with an assortment of both insects, and flowers (more grass if anything though).
He analyzed the area to then shake his head.
“Ah, I’m really bad at this,” he muttered.
“Sorry…” he placed you on the ground (gently) and then took off his cape. After doing so, he then placed you on top of his cloak, and you giggled.
You wouldn’t deny that it was cute. Even though your clothes were splattered in blood, he still put in the effort so you wouldn't dirty yourself even more. He seemed very stiff, it looked as if he was nervous. You weren’t sure as to why exactly, but regardless, you gave him the time he needed to adjust. You teasingly patted to your left, and he quickly moved over to sit. You let out a small laugh at his attempt, which put him at ease.
“It’s very pretty.”
“Not as pretty as you are.”
“I’m sorry, what?-”
“I-I mean, well...UGH DAMN IT!”
You sat there stunned. Did he really meant what he said? You looked at him shyly as he started to mumble to himself. What if he did really mean it?...But Mikasa?...you were so confused. Very actually. He exhaled and looked back at you.
“Is your ankle feeling better?”
“Yeah...I guess so,” you both sat in silence, until he said:
“Y/n...you’re a good friend,” all optimism had gone down the roof as you sat there confirming your thoughts about him, and Mikasa. He could tell the mood had instantly changed, and tried fixing it.
“No, wait, that’s not what I mean damn it. Here goes nothing...Y/n...I like you...like you a lot to the point it drives me crazy. I couldn’t stop thinking about you throughout the entire expedition. Wondering if you were safe or not...if I would make it out alive in time...”
“You know, originally, I had thought that I would need the right time to tell you how I felt, but I soon realized that time wasn’t going to wait for me. It may sound a little cheesy, but we could die today or tomorrow. That being the case, I needed to tell you as soon as I could.”
You looked at him as his expression had softened. Although he was looking at the sun setting in front of you, you could tell his heart was seeking elsewhere. That place being you. This feeling... the warmth...it felt so familiar, but instead of feeling foreign, it felt natural. You gazed as fingers played with the grass that lay beside you.
You felt as ease knowing that he liked you back, and that the Mikasa ordeal was over with...hopefully...since that doubt still ran through your mind, you asked:
“Wait, you do?-”
“Before you say anything, I need to prepare myself.”
“For?”
“Rejection.”
“What?” you laughed as he closed his eyes.
“Of course, only a girl such as yourself would give up on this beautiful masterpiece. That’s how special you are.” he winked as you rolled your eyes.
“No but...I am being serious. Although I confronted that way I felt not too long ago, I’ve always had this lingering feeling in my gut...for you…” he blushed and you followed. But just to make sure:
“What about Mikasa? Didn’t you want to beat Eren?...what happened to that.” a little scared for his response, he said:
“Oh, I meant in general. I gotta try and surpass him at least. He may be a titan but well...I’m Jean,” you both laughed.
“So...what about you?”
“I...can’t...I like someone else…”
He paused, shocked. Sure rejection was one thing, but thinking you liked someone else made his heart sink.
“It’s Bertholdt I’m assuming?..”
You shook your head.
“AHH DON’T TELL ME IT’S EREN!!” you laughed and kissed his cheek. You could feel his face burn up after you doing so.
“No, I’m just kidding. I like you too, a lot...a lot more than you know.”
He held his cheek for a moment, it almost seemed as if...he wasn’t functioning (A/N: ExE JEaN hAS StopPEd WorkiNg). He then looked at you shocked, and beamed brightly (to the point it was blinding, but in a good way).
“You mean it!?”
“Of course-WOAH!”
He lifted you up out of joy, you winced a bit (bc of your ankle) and he immediately stopped. He’s a tad worried (but more excited) and immediately asked: “sorry, you okay?”
“Y-yeah,” the cape that was draped around you, was now wrapped around your figure since he adjusted it. He then puts his head in the crook of your neck and said: “thank you Y/n…”
“For what exactly?...”
“For not rejecting me,” you laughed and you could feel him smile on you.
“No but in all honesty, for being there. You’ve always had my back in times where I never knew I needed it. Humbled me when I should’ve done so myself, and cared for me when I was reckless. And now...you’ve given me the best gift I could ever have.”
“That being?”
“You of course.”
Your smile softened as you kissed his cheek yet again, making his head raise, meeting eye to eye.
“You’re one of, if not the best thing that’s ever happened to me...Jean”
ExtRA (in dot jots/hc’ish):
Warning: slangish grammar
EVERYONE WAS SPYING
Y'ALL COME BACK TO SEE CONNIE'S BALD HEAD WAVING THROUGH A WINDOW
JEan yELlEd aT thE PooR Boy
He (being Connie) then rats everyone out and they come forth (with such spying eyes)
Eren then yells: “SO ARE YOU GUYS DATING NOW, OR WHAT!? WE’VE BEEN WAITING FOREVER!”
“WHAT!?” you both exclaim
Sasha *visibly crying for a dramatic effect*
Christa looking like a saint blessing a marriage between two doves
Ymir: “y’all ain't slick, that’s all imma say.”
Bertholdt be giving older brother vibes, and don’t say anything. Reiner on the other hand, makes a face (teasing of course) and walks away with Berty (it’s like, giving his baby away...which is illegal)
(Jean feeling like he’s committed a crime after Bertholdt’s reaction-)
Mikasa smiles for once, and is awaiting for your answer
“Well-”
“Yes, yes we are...if he’s okay with it-”
“O-of course I am,” you both blush as Eren rolls his eyes (teasingly)
“You guys are like a bunch of kids. Alright, we should head to bed now. Y’all have all the time in the world to be lovey dovey, but for now, let’s hit the hay.”
For once, Jean agrees with eren who gives you both a playful grin
“Especially you horse boy, you gon need it-”
“WHAT DID YOU SAY!?” -a very angry JeAn
Armin taps your shoulder and whispers “congrats,” as he catches up with the other two
Jean is visually embarrassed, but then looks at you and feels nothing but happiness, along with yourself. One you hoped would never disappear.
Ⅲ > Ⅴ
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Now that I’ve finished the HL series again, I think my biggest story wish/”how I woulda done it” writing analysis has to do with mass public perception of the Anomalous Materials team post-Cascade and, by extension, their role as beloved figureheads of the Resistance. As a player, I suspect I would’ve had a more rewarding and more complicated time engaging in a world where the Anomalous Materials team wasn’t hailed as heroes, but instead demonized and scapegoated (perhaps by the falling US government that failed to erase them?). I would have enjoyed the emotional challenge of the now-infamous Lambda Corp. being scorned, blamed, and reviled by the common people. Murderously hated, even... even as our lil’ surviving science team desperately scrambles to try and save humanity, to undo the end of the world they created.
Emotional texture aside, it would have also added appreciable plot complexity, imo, if the leftover Mesa team had to hide from the public due to fear of vigilante justice... and thereby had to hide from the Resistance. The Resistance are still the unquestionable good guys in this scenario, of course -- and in a way, the Mesa team still is, too -- but underlining the latter’s personal culpability for the Cascade would allow the player to more keenly appreciate how our favorite Black Mesa babes (exempting Barney, obviously) had an intimate personal hand in fucking up the entire world. The emotional need to fix the shit you caused (even if accidentally) would likely feel greater both on the player’s behalf and on behalf of the character cast. These guys must be willing to freaking destroy themselves in body and mind at the drop of a hat to make this better! The challenge of making allies you can trust and getting resources would be much greater. The emotional payoff would be greater. And the already high urgency would bubble even higher.
Splitting the surviving scientists and the Resistance into two separate groups would also add fascinating internal conflict within the supporting cast, especially those likely to have joint-membership in both groups: namely, Alyx and Barney. Barney’s goals would be threefold and his role as a spy much more perilous/prominent: 1. assist the Resistance by spying on the Combine, as well as locate the surviving Mesa team (i.e. the best and only chance, a guy like this must figure, of fixing the world); 2. protect the surviving Mesa team by spying on the Resistance and thereby ensure neither Resistance nor Combine locate their labs; 3. help the Mesa team indirectly support the Resistance. And Alyx! Imagine an Alyx -- a character who has never known a pre-invasion world in a meaningful way -- emotionally torn between her intense love and respect for her father vs. a (spy?) membership in the noble Resistance that makes her terribly aware of how these people who raised her fucked everything up. Imagine how fraught this would make her feelings about Gordon, the guy who pushed the cart! Imagine how she might be morally pulled between these two groups and the drama of her decisions about how to best help humanity. Imagine how devastating and dynamic-altering the big tragedy at the end of Episode Two would be for her. Imagine the complicated danger into which this would place all the characters we care about, how much greater the moments of paranoia and relief would be.
HL is an ego-feeding experience in many ways, both in how the good characters consistently flatter the player (and Gordon) and in how the narrative is set-up to facilitate our introduction to this dark and very different post-Mesa world. Obviously, given that set-up, my little what-if causes HUGE tonal clash and isn’t possible to implement at this point in the series. So it’s not a real request, let alone something I think would actually be a good idea to shoehorn it at this point! Still, I enjoy wondering how this slight background dynamics tweak might have changed the emotional cadence of the game and sharpened the thematic questions of exactly what acts of great heroism have to do with selflessness vs. personal responsibility... and a weird mesh of the two.
#redmeta#half life#reeaaaaally feels like barney gets discovered and brutally executed in this scenario so sorry my guy#but still! it could give adrian a fun resistance role and still pit him against the science team without totally demonizing him
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Lessons I learned from the Games
Most of this is just silly, some are actual lessons.
SCK/SCK2:
If you’re going to get murdered, get revenge by leaving clues to the blackmail you have on potential suspects and hope to god someone figures it out
If you’re investigating a crime, being a random transfer student at the end of the year is probably not the way to go, but no one cares because they’re too busy with college applications.
If your niece is coming to your place to investigate a murder and you’re not there, the least you can do is set up a cage to trap any possible break-ins.
Nothing beats being able to hold a gun to the murderer #whySCKremastered???
Teens dealing with pressures to meet college and parental demands
Teens resorting to drugs
Teens dealing with sexism that’s found in abundance in college and work environments
Teachers not giving a shit about what students are going through.
STFD:
If you’re getting death threats, play it cool. Keeps the perps unhinged
Toxicity of fan culture
Throw all CEOs into the closet
Nothing beats Jazz
If you’re going to commit crime in an actor’s community, you must do it with flare
MHM:
If you’re going to buy a Victorian mansion, the least you can do is check for ghosts. And also hire a carpenter beforehand
Never invest your life’s savings into anything
Treat those who help you with basic decency (my god Rose!)
If you’re snooping on someone, don’t give them any indication that you’re onto them
If someone slips a threatening message under your door, open the door.
Victorian houses have all sorts of booby traps, FIND THEM.
TRT:
Don’t trust anyone who’s eager to be your friend
Trust the weirdos and grumpy people
Learn French
Don’t leave incriminating evidence that reveals your lies
There is no such thing as too much food
Women in history have been badly treated by (male) historians.
It’s called the past for a reason
Turn a bad situation into an opportunity to learn
If you’re going to do crime, at least ensure you have an escape route that’s not blocked by the snow
Don’t date people who pressure you to marry them/ask you to prove your love for them
FIN:
As a woman, if you want anyone to take you seriously and help, you have to be adamant, sassy, and everything men don’t like to see in women.
If you’re a POC, the chances of the police helping you decreases
Capitalism sucks
Police suck
Misogyny in capitalism
Old theaters are amazing
Don’t trust the person who’s trying to be your friend!!!!!!
Don’t talk to suspects about your case
Have confidence in yourself
SSH:
Colonialism still exists in the form of capitalism
The art industry is completely profit driven
Mexico and America tensions
The Mayans
They never talked about what happened to the Mayans…..
Don’t deal with shady salesmen
Sometimes saving money contributes to a bad system
If you accepted a position, take your work seriously
Don’t trust the guy trying to be your friend!!!!
Master the art of amnesia should you ever need to use it
Even if you disband a group of art thieves, it’s best to be humble
No one in life is going to help you, even if you get pushed into a monolith
DOG:
This game is why it’s important to put your dog(s) on a leash! (insert that dog vine: “it don’t bite. Yes it do!”)
If we didn’t have uptight rangers, the parks would be burnt to smithereens
Misogyny exists in the woods
People who are just trying to do their job always get a bad rap even though it’s because of them the park still exists!
Gangsters are bad, but also low-key cool
Get back at your enemies by making a fake grave of them
Old people have interesting stories
Gold can release arsenic into water
Always check well water before using
Wood mice are bad for health
If you’re going to get tied up and tossed into your tool shed, keep a scythe on hand
Go birdwatching at night
Torque is a fancy word for screw driver
If you’re a POC, people are most likely to suspect you.
CAR:
There is no job security if you end up in hospital
Sometimes you really need a 2000 calorie sundae
If you went to jail, people are most likely to suspect you first
Don’t spy on your co-workers
Don’t trust the person who’s trying to be your friend!
Don’t procrastinate on a job
If you’re miserable in life, maybe it’s time to sign up for some therapy
If you have a sad backstory, you’re automatically entitled to everyone’s sad backstory
Mental illness: depression
Health awareness: niacin, don’t eat junk food like a 2000 calorie sundae
Don’t dump someone just because they’re not able to give you a lavish lifestyle
DDI:
If you’re going to trash someone’s boat, don’t leave your business card behind
If you’re tired of small mindedness, it’s best to just leave
It’s always handy in life to know boating skills
If you’re trying to report suspicious activity, communicating by bottles is not the way to go
Don’t feed wild animals!
Capitalism sucks
Look carefully at your environment, you never know what clues are left behind
Always make a plan B in case plan A doesn’t work
Don’t be afraid to explore
SHA:
Never trust the guy who’s trying to be your friend!!!
Always trust the grumpy guy
Horses die easily
There is no such thing as over ripe vegetables
Sunflowers should be planted near gardens so that bees come
Respect chickens
Falling in love with a criminal is difficult when your dad’s a cop
It’s handy to know how to ride a horse
Ghost towns are terrifying
Farmers work hard and should be respected
CUR:
Don’t trust the person who’s trying to be your friend!!!!!!!!!!
Don’t be a negligent parent
Before getting married, make sure your partner has a good relationship with your child
Don’t trust creepy people
America and British will always oppose each other
Talking parrots are always handy
British aristocracy was supported through colonialism #got Loulou on his Travels, uh huh
If you’re a spinster, you’re going to be the mom of something
If you’re afraid of becoming a monster, best be dramatic about it
It’s really important to have good communication between partners
Don’t stick your new wife in a room that still has pictures of your old wife and where all the furniture has covers on them
If you have a manor, you better explore it before some 12-year-old gets hurt exploring it
don’t go to great lengths to protect a rock
calling something that skips every generation a “family tradition” is just rude and exclusive
don’t leave your child alone for so long. Don’t keep them away from people their age
don’t write memories, no one wants to hear your life story
CLK:
if you’re going to presume someone’s identity, you better nail the part down hard
don’t blow up the kitchen when there’s only three people in the house and you were the closest and last one in the kitchen
emotional manipulation
gas lighting
if someone mentions stolen jewellery, putting back what you stole just incriminates you
even if you have psychic abilities, don’t be an ass bout it
no one ever tips because no one like the system. Pay your employees what they deserve!
Even though the depression’s going on, people are still dumping money in psychic lessons and dress making
No one ever gives anything away for free
Even if you’re promised money, don’t put too much trust in the promises of others
Don’t be rude to the person who’s trying to help you
If your partner is demanding to be spoiled during an economic depression, find a better partner
People aren’t as smart as you, tell them straight where you left your will.
TRN:
The dumb blonde joke is not funny
Cops are useless and unhelpful
People are more willing to listen to adults then teens/young adults
Celebrities are much different in real life then in their celebrity world.
Don’t steal someone else’s ideaà artist theft
Old trains are super cool
People aren’t as smart as you, tell them straight where you hid your treasure
Don’t dump someone just because people think they’re dumb
DAN:
Capitalism sucks
The fashion industry is brutal
normal size representation
Boss’s can be crappy people
Don’t blackmail people
If you promised to do work, you better dedicate yourself to it
Having a healthy fear of giving away personal information is not a bad thing
Don’t aid stalkers
Covid-precaution: cover face with mask. Act erratic to keep people away from you
Concept of older men dating younger women is actually frowned upon
Love is mysterious
Flashlight on the many women who helped decode during WW2 but largely remain unrecognized by countries today
Forgery is okay sometimes
CRE:
Indigenous cultures continue to be badly and negatively portrayed in media
Capitalism sucks
Environmentalism
Academia is not as research oriented as one wishes it was
Daddy-issues
Native Hawaiians forced to “work with” big corps in order to survive.
Tourism industry and its affects on the environment and native population
Sometimes an upgrade is not a good thing
ICE:
Animal conservatism
Capitalism sucks
International competitions suck
Running away from humans to hide in a cabin and bonding with a wolf is not a bad thing
Never enter a sauna alone
It’s bad business to kick customers out
If your customers are falling asleep everyday in a common room, it’s probably not a good sign of booming business
Don’t be chill over bombs exploding near your hotel
Always handy to know how to drive a snow mobile
Don’t volunteer to be a maid, ever
Cops are useless
CRY:
Don’t dump your job on your girlfriend
There’s nothing wrong with being emo
Men being emotional and desiring love and affection
Men being abused in relationships
Even if your relative leaves you a ton of money, it’s no excuse for not being a good guardian/parent
Don’t trust strangers. Don’t eat food from random people
Customer service is awful. Even when the customer is trying to instigate a horrible reaction in you, you got to put on a smile
Always trust the eccentric lady
Nancy’s sad backstory allows her to hear everyone else’s sad backstory, unless you’re a guy, I guess.
A date in the cemetery is not a bad idea
If your partner demands you to spoil them, get a new partner
People aren’t as smart as you, tell them where you hid your treasure
VEN:
Anyone can help out on an international mafia case
The mafia is very creative and artistic
Capitalism sucks
Assert your independence as a young woman by dancing in a cat suit on stage? I guess?
Money can be found anywhere
Eat the rich
Don’t trust the person trying to be friends with you
Possessive relationships are red flags
Don’t steal a cheap neckless if you’re a notorious thief
Cops kind of useful for once.
HAU
Don’t pull a prank on your partner before your wedding
Don’t invite someone who used to date your partner and still has feelings for them
If your partner is missing, actually look for them instead of sitting around
Crows are amazing
Fiona might have lost her parents at a young age and her life as a hermit definitely had its side affects, but she also saved herself from the misogyny women endured
RAN:
If your friend gets kidnapped, please, at least fake some concern
Don’t waste time with monkeys
The only other person on the island is probably the culprit
WAV:
Girl bullying can be worse than boy bullying
Don’t trust the person who’s trying to be your friend!!!!!!
TOT:
Nancy’s sad backstory allows her to hear everyone else’s sad backstory, unless you’re a guy, I guess.
Academic institutions are struggling to fund research
Capitalism sucks
Even if you hate your lead, don’t sabotage the team
Communication is important
Even if you hate your job, don’t sabotage your team
SAW:
People who resist to change just become boulders in the way of progress
Boomer mentality is soul destroying
Emotional manipulation
Gas lighting
Depression
Sometimes you have to cut away from those you love in order to maintain your sanity
Nancy’s sad backstory allows her to hear everyone else’s sad backstory.
If you have to give your partner a gift every time you fight, you might have relationship problems
Don’t be in a relationship just because you’re used to it
Don’t force someone to adhere to your expectations in life
If you’re unable to talk to your partner and so resort to haunting her inn, you probably have relationship issues
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lokane, spy!au, fake dating, “okay, maybe i’m crazy but did i just hear you say that out loud?” :)
Jane Foster was about to become the youngest person in the state to earn a Ph.D. in astrophysics. That was the only reason she allowed Darcy to talk her into going drinking that night.
Fortunately, Darcy’s version of a night on the town wasn’t as ridiculous as Jane had feared. They, along with two or three of Darcy’s political science friends, stuck to the local bar where all the college kids hung out. It was big, loud, and way too bright for this time of night, but the drinks were good and the live music was pretty listenable.
She could honestly say she was enjoying herself, and then the bomb dropped.
“Let’s play truth or dare!” Darcy shouted, forgetting for a moment that she was a drunk grad student and not a preteen at a slumber party. “Jane, truth or dare?”
“Why am I going first?”
“Because I called your name first, duuuuh,” Darcy dragged it out until her friends stopped laughing. “Come on, pick! Pick or I’ll pick for you.”
They were all cheering, egging Jane on. The pleasant buzz of alcohol in her brain was already starting to sour. “Fine, dare.”
Darcy’s smile grew. “I dare you to… go flirt with the first hot guy you see.”
The two friends ooohed. Jane glared at them, but they didn’t seem to even know which direction she was in. Sensing no other option beyond arguing with Darcy for an hour (once the girl had an idea in her head it would take the full force of the U.S. Marine Corps to make her consider changing her mind), Jane sighed and took another swig of beer.
“Okay, here we go…”
There were a couple of attractive guys at the bar. Some of them had dates, others had that distinct ‘Chad’ look of the kind of guy who thought he was a gift from God. Near the corner, a tall man in a black leather jacket sipped on a fancy cocktail, somehow managing to blend in and stick out all at the same time. That he was, to put it mildly, quite easy on the eyes was also worth noting. Jane made the mistake of staring at him for a second too long, and now Darcy was whistling.
“I think you’ve found your target,” she sang.
“You’re really going to make me do this,” Jane said.
“If it gets you the one thing you need most of all, then of course I will.”
“This guy is going to get me sufficient funding for my research and proper lab space.”
Darcy glared. “The other thing you need most of all. Just go!”
As they chanted her name, Jane started for the bar. She tried to swerve a bit so it looked like she was just getting a refill, but her feet inevitably guided her to the tall man. At first, he ignored her in favor of his drink. It wasn’t until she was standing directly in front of him that he deigned to look her in the eye.
“Hi,” Jane coughed.
“Hello,” he said with a crisp British accent that made her shiver.
“Uh…” she swallowed.“Having a good night?”
“That depends,” the man said, “are you here for me?”
The way he said it struck a weird note. Not enough to set off red flags, but Jane couldn’t help but wish she’d gone with one of the Chads.
“Er… yes!” She said firmly. “I’m here… to see if you want to get a drink. With me, that is. You know…”
It was as if every drop of beer she’d consumed in the last two hours had all evaporated. Suddenly, Jane was painfully aware of the length of her skirt, the sweat on her cheeks. Even her tongue was too heavy in her mouth.
The man appraised her like a painting up for sale. When he wasn’t doing that, he was looking to the side for no reason. “Are you… here for the Manhattan?”
Jane blinked. “You mean the drink? I guess I could try it, though I’m not really-”
“What’s your name?” he asked, his voice hardening. He wouldn’t stop looking at the crowd.
“Uh… Jane,” she said.
The man nodded. “Jane, I’m sorry to tell you this, but your life is in danger.”
He said it so matter-of-factly, Jane couldn’t help but laugh. Doubling over, she struggled to regain her composure before she made an even bigger fool of herself.
“Okay, am I crazy, she wheezed, “or did you actually just say that out loud?”
When she looked up, the man was not laughing. He wasn’t smiling. He looked dead serious.
“Wait,” she said, between dying giggles, “my life is-”
“Excuse me.”
The man had her against the wall. It hit her like a jump cut in an action movie. One second they were two feet apart, making small talk like the strangers they were. Now she was in his arms, her back against the wall, her lips warm on his.
Jane’s tiny gasp of surprise was lost in his mouth. His arms were like iron, impossible to budge. The height difference meant he had to lift her off her feet. Her shoes scraped the floor uselessly. Any resistance she offered was weak and performative. God, could he ever kiss…
When he drew back, Jane tried to lean in. He dodged her lips, not letting go of her hand even as he pulled away and scanned the crowd. “All right, the men at the door have moved on, but I’m afraid the security footage of our conversation will be on its way to their superiors as we speak. Right this way, please.”
The man led Jane down a dark hallway and through a side door. A sign on the wall read ‘Employee Entrance Only.’ The whole space was painted bright red and reeked of cigarette smoke. Something about that stench dragged Jane back into clarity.
“Wait a minute,” she said, snatching her arm away, “what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m sorry, but we don’t have time for explanations,” the man said.
“Yes, we do!” Jane put her hands on her hips. “Look, I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong idea back there, but my friends dared me to go flirt with someone, so if I don’t get back soon, they’re going to think something’s wrong.”
“If you go back, they will die,” the man said.
Jane opened her mouth, but she didn’t know if it was to scream for help or curse at him for even daring to threaten her and her friends. He didn’t wait for her to decide, dragging her out into the cool night air. Cars lined the streets, including a pair of Ubers waiting for their wasted patrons to gather themselves and come outside. The man had his free hand in his pocket, as if to get his keys, but none of the cars beeped. Was he going to steal one? Was she about to be kidnapped and driven away in the trunk of a stolen car?
“This way,” he said, pointing left. “I had to park a block away so they wouldn’t recognize my car, though since the mission has been compromised, it really doesn’t matter anymore.”
“Let me go!” Jane tried to pry his fingers off. As thin as he looked, he was insanely strong. “I’ll scream for help. I will!”
“I’d prefer you didn’t,” he said, “both because it is rather grating and because it won’t help you in the slightest.”
“You really think you can take those guys in the bar all by yourself?”
An unkempt man huddled in the doorway of the next building over, homeless by all appearances, sprang up and unleashed a barrage of bullets from a machine gun hidden under his frayed jacket. Jane screamed as her new friend shoved her behind a car and returned fire. Though his gun was smaller, his aim was true. He got the man once in the shoulder and then between the eyes. As soon as he went down, three more appeared. One attacked from behind and was quickly dispatched with a knife to the jugular.
Bullets flew. Voices screamed. Sirens blared. When it was over, the man from the bar was the only one still standing. He checked all the bodies, stealing their weapons and crushing their phones under his boot.
“I apologize for the mess,” he said. “Frankly, I would’ve preferred you didn’t see any of that, but I suppose it can’t be helped.”
“Uh…” Jane’s jaw was on the ground as she stared at the bleeding bodies. “Uh…”
The man offered her a hand, somehow sensing that this was the most terrifying experience of Jane’s life and that her entire notion of reality had just been put through the wringer. “Come along.”
Jane tried to follow, but her legs felt like iron. “I… what is…”
“I will explain everything when we are safe,” the man said. “All you need to know is that you’ve stumbled upon a highly delicate international operation and by approaching me, you have given my enemies reason to believe you are involved. It should go without saying this puts you in significant danger.”
“But,” Jane gasped, shaking her head. “I don’t understand. I don’t even know you.”
“You may call me Loki,” he said, guiding her down the street. “I am not at liberty to divulge more information at this time, so let’s get to my car and then I will be happy to answer all of your questions. Is that acceptable?”
The ground swayed. Blood rushed to Jane’s head, pounding in her ears. If it wasn’t for Loki holding her, she would still be on the ground. “I should’ve picked truth.”
As if he knew what that meant, Loki smiled. “We all make mistakes, but as long as you’re with me, this one will not cost you your life.”
That was not nearly as comforting as he thought it was. So it was weird that she kind of believed him...
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I always thought Shura’s flashback took place after satan escaped, when shura was sleeping on the couch and yuri says she’s waiting for satan. Anyways, what are your thoughts on Shima, Nemu and where do you think Yukio is headed, in the spirit of quarantine I’ve been rereading blue exorcist and just can’t figure out these three.
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Yes, Shura’s flashback did take place after Satan escaped.
There are two different versions of it. I’m going to contradict myself, maybe Shura’s version was accurate. I’m going over these versions of the conversations and comparing them. It would seem logical that Mephisto could have shown Rin a different version from another timeline. He’s totally manipulating Rin’s emotions and he has the ability to cherry-pick from timelines he prefers.
Shura’s version: Yuri wanted to raise Shura with Shiro and be Shura’s parents.
In Mephisto’s version: The version that Rin is shown when he travels to the past, Yuri tells Shiro she can’t help him raise Shura. She’s going to help Satan. Pretty different versions.
I’m starting to maybe lean toward Shura’s version. Because of the brief conversation, Shiro and Yuri had right before she died.
Yuri looks shocked here...which makes me think that Shura was telling the truth, that Shiro was the one that nixed the living arrangement. Yuri is so troubled because she obviously knows she’s going to die. It’s almost like a bitter pill. She was so close to having everything she ever wanted. A family and Shiro’s love.
As for the second part of your question: What direction are the following characters headed?
CHARACTER PREDICTIONS
SHIMA
I’m going to start with Renzo Shima. I never talk about Renzo, but he’s a really interesting character. I think that his development is more complex than originally thought. In the end, I predict that his character will be redeemed.
Renzo doesn’t seem to have any deep ties toward his family. I think there is a reason for that. He grew up knowing that his life was saved by Takezo Shima. The brave warrior and wielder of Yamantaka, the oldest son of Yaozo who was the pride of the family. As Shima grew older he looked identical to Takezo and also inherited the black flames. The pressure and legacy of Takezo were just impossible for Shima to live up to. So impossible that he stopped trying.
Yaozo Shima seems like quite the task-master and might have been especially hard on a young Shima, especially considering that he inherited Takezo’s black flame. He might have even held resentment toward the Renzo.
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So Shima set out to create himself a new identity. He’s a dead ringer for Takezo, so he died his hair pink as a sign of independence. He also decided to become a spy for Mephisto to get away from Myoda.
I believe that Shima’s angst and lack of emotion is just a facade. He has survivor's guilt for being left alive instead of his brother, plus the added pressure of inheriting the black flames. Nobody has paid much attention to the fact that Renzo is his own person.
Shima goes out of his way to disappoint people, to be the polar opposite of Takezo. He does this as a way of fighting back, to forge a new path for himself. Hence why Shima likes porn so much and acts like honour and duty aren’t a big deal. Shima is acting like this because he’s really hurting.
My predictions for Shima. In the end, I fully believe that Shima is going to grow as a character. He will finally step out of his brother’s shadow and become his own hero. Everybody loves a good redemption story and Shima is going to be it. I think we’re in for a surprise.
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NEMU TAKARA
I know so little about Nemu, so all of this is pure conjecture.
So this creepy little kid is hard to figure out. Whatever Nemu is, he’s so powerful that his ability was sealed by Mephisto. How do I know that? Everything about Takara leads back to Mephisto.
Mephisto owns Takara corporation (what a coincidence), he had Izumo’s Kamiki’s younger sister adopted into the Takara family. Some sort of agreement must have been struck. That’s how Nemu had Tatskuko Kamiki’s little toy. They were raised together, they were cousins.
Nemu was taken under Mephisto’s wing and whatever explosive power he has is sealed by a puppet familiar. Everyone seems to think that Nemu is somehow kin of Armumahel. I just don’t see it as of yet. The only powers he has shown the same sort of powers that Mephisto has. He can conjure material objects out of thin air.
When Shima uses the black flame of Armumahel on Nemu, it should have made him pass out, if he was human. Instead, it wakes Nemu up. This also shouldn’t have happened because the black flame should kill or weaken demons. All it managed to do was weaken Nemu’s familiar.
Whatever the hell Nemu is, your guess is as good as mine.
I predict that he’s a secret weapon of Mephisto’s. Everyone thinks Rin and Yukio are weapons but Nemu is so powerful that he’s being kept under wraps for a reason. Could he be a demon king with a bad temper? Does Mephy keep him subdued so he doesn’t burn out his vessel? No idea!!!
He has powers to conjure objects like Mephisto, he resists the black flames of Armumahel, but he’s also got a lot of similar powers to Lightning. The guy can conjure and speak to demons and spirits. He can also track the objects he creates. Are those Azazel traits?
Mephisto is the head of Takara corp, and Izumo’s sister was raised by the CEO of a subsidiary of Takara corp. That still doesn’t answer the question of Takara’s lineage. In the Manga, the kid has red hair. I don’t see that trait in any demon kings thus far.
When he does open his eyes he looks a lot like Shura, but we know that’s impossible. Shura never had any kids and Takara is too old. Plus Shura didn’t have any siblings for that matter! But for a second there I thought I got the panels of the manga mixed up. (I did some side-by-sides just for fun, this is just crack-theory nonsense). Mephisto said that he “borrowed Nemu from a third party.” Who is this third party? Unknown!!
So my predictions for this character, a big reveal of his true identity. Amazing superpowers that make him a secret weapon that was hiding in plain view. He will be some sort of divine equalizer.
YUKIO
Yukio’s character can go in so many directions. In the end, we have to decide whether we trust Yukio or not...or whether or not his quest for power will overwhelm him.
We don’t know exactly what Yukio’s human body is made up of. We know that Satan can see through his eye, exactly like Shiro which we just saw in chapter 120. Yukio, however, isn’t made of the same stuff as Shiro. His body is resistant to black, red and blue flames. He’s more like demon-eater Todo. If this is the case, Yukio could potentially become the big bad, he could inherit Satan’s powers and pull the strings.
Buuut.
The latest chapter has changed my mind somewhat. Shiro knows his boys well and he believes that Yukio has a good heart. We also found out that Yukio knew about Satan and his eye from a young age. Yukio has a bad temper and can be dangerous, but maybe his hatred of Rin is all an act? Maybe he’s playing us all for fools?
That was his original mission after all. At the end of the last chapter, Yukio looked like he was about to gouge his eye out. But now that Rin has come back in the picture, it could go either way. Satan is going to zero right in on Rin.
Rin somehow has the potential to piss Yukio off. Going to Yukio might have put them both in danger. Satan can see Rin’s transformation and who knows maybe the bastard is going to try and jump bodies.
My prediction for Yukio: It could go two ways at this point. Yukio remembers he has a kind heart and in the end rescues Rin. Or he turns into the big bad.
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How Camp Cretaceous Connects to the Jurassic World Canon
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The following contains spoilers for Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous.
At first glance, Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous doesn’t seem to fit in with the violent PG-13 dinosaur rampage thrillers we’ve come to expect from the Jurassic Park franchise. Its comical and lighthearted approach to storytelling and character development, not to mention the fact that it is (rather beautifully) animated, makes it seem as though this was meant to be a spinoff franchise similar to Lego Jurassic World. But as the story of six teenagers beta testing Jurassic World’s new adventure camp attraction unfolds, it becomes clear that Camp Cretaceous is not only canon, but could introduce elements that may influence future plotlines.
Camp Cretaceous begins a few days before the events of Jurassic World, but even before the Indominus rex escapes and the timelines officially converge, there are tons of references to the movies. (I love that Mr. DNA makes an appearance in the video game Darius is playing.) Dr. Sattler and Dr. Grant, played by Laura Dern and Sam Neill in Jurassic Park and Jurassic Park III are mentioned as having written articles lately, both on the subject of fossils, rather than real live dinosaurs.
And it is revealed that Bryce Dallas Howard’s Jurassic World character Claire Dearing’s nephews were never going to spend much time with their aunt that day, as she had intended for them to go to Camp Cretaceous rather than with her assistant Zara. But the campers’ shenanigans (namely ending up in the raptor pen and being involved in a stampede) overwhelm counselors Dave and Roxie; they need more staff, especially if more children are going to join them.
Though this change of plan may have turned out well for Claire, as her nephews would not have been present to give her that much needed moment of inspiration to release the Tyrannosaurus at the end of Jurassic World, it had rather disastrous consequences for Zara, who probably wouldn’t have been eaten by the park’s Mosasaurus if she wasn’t playing babysitter.
But the established Jurassic characters are not limited to mere references and unheard voices on the other end of a phone call, because our old friend/enemy Dr. Henry Wu (played by B.D. Wong in the movies but voiced by Greg Chun in Camp Cretaceous) makes an appearance when the kids visit the genetics lab. He’s in a hurry, getting ready for Simon Masrani’s visit to view the new exhibit. But of course he has time to show off for all of camper Brooklynn’s Internet followers.
The genetics lab is also where we get to meet Bumpy, the most precious little asymmetrical Ankylosaurus the world has ever seen. Not that he stays little for long; Wu tells the teens that the baby dinosaurs are designed for accelerated growth. This is a known fact in the books written by Michael Crichton, but is only mentioned in the movies in regards to the Indominus rex.
Also of note in the lab: a mysterious eyeball specimen that is never really explained, and a frozen mammoth specimen. Woolly mammoths, along with other extinct non-dinosaur creatures such as Dimetrodon and Smilodon, are featured in some of the Jurassic Park games, so perhaps this is a nod to that. Or, you know, foreshadowing that it’s possible to clone things that aren’t dinosaurs…things like little girls named Maisie, as seen in Fallen Kingdom.
A lab worker named Eddie hints that he worked for “the other guys” but never explains what he means by this. Combined with the revelation that Sammy, one of the teenagers, was sent to the island as a spy for Masrani’s rival bioengineering company Mantah Corp, this would seem to suggest that there might be another company out there trying to clone dinosaurs. It will be interesting to see if that has any bearing on the events of Jurassic World: Dominion.
Despite a few misadventures and near-death experiences with a Carnotaurus (possibly the same one from Fallen Kingdom seen outside the Lockwood Manor, the one with the scars on his face), everything is going pretty good with the first group of Camp Cretaceous campers. But this is Jurassic World, and we all know that the good times were not going to last.
The children are never the center of the action that we see in Jurassic World, but they are often on the periphery. After her escape, it would seem that our girl Indominus rex might have caused a little more–all right, a lot more–death and destruction than we realized, terrorizing the kids and eating some park personnel before going back to terrorize Claire and Owen and eating… other park personnel.
But it’s not just the kids getting to experience the fun (sure, let’s call it fun) that is the Jurassic World incident. During the beginning of Indominus’s rampage, when Owen is watching the team’s heart monitors blink off to indicate each death, counselors Dave and Roxie have a similar moment of horror as walkie-talkie after walkie-talkie turn from screaming to static. When Simon Masrani’s helicopter crashes, we realize just how close the six main characters have been to the events we see in the movie. It’s almost identical to the live action version as the copter tumbles through the air and smashes into the aviary.
Though events occur at the same time and on the same island, Camp Cretaceous is not telling the same story as Jurassic World. The campers are trying to survive a different set of catastrophes than Owen and Claire, and they have their own stories to tell. After the first incident at Jurassic Park, and especially after the whole San Diego fiasco, the world was introduced to dinosaurs as something more than fossils. Darius, Ben, Sammy, Kenji, Yasmina, and Brooklynn have literally never known life without cloned dinosaurs in it.
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Does that give them a different perspective than the adults? Does it give them a better chance of survival? Let’s hope so, because with the way season one ends, it looks like Isla Nublar isn’t done with our campers.
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LONG post in regards to whats being said about Lena.
Man, every time the CW post something about Supergirl on Instagram or Twitter people really lose their s**t for literally no reason.
People saying that Lena is awful, they wouldn't watch a show with Lena in it, someone went as far to say they would rather die that watch a show with Lena in it??? OK.... Dramatic much? Yet here you are following the Supergirl page and knowing exactly what has been going on in the show because you use it for your arguments. Seriously sort your s**t out!
Also, I may get hate for this and I DO NOT CARE but im totally fine with Lena punching Kara in the face. Personally i think she’s asked for it. You can argue until the end of time that she doesn't deserve the punch for keeping her identity a secret, debatable BUT she absolutely deserves a punch in the face for being an arsehole to Lena and calling her a Luthor and then going to her best friends boyfriend and talking him into betraying her trust! Oh and then letting Lena vent to her about how this meant she would never trust Supergirl again, that was disturbing behavior, played off as an ‘oopsie’ moment. Personally Kara’s Jeckell and Hyde act with Lena has always been a bit disturbing to me, its not always funny. Just like in season 2 when she landed at L Corp with Superman and basically looked her nose down at Lena (re watch it). But a punch in the face is warranted. Punching someone in the face isnt akin to becoming evil!
Also why are people saying ‘I knew she would turn Evil!’ ‘Look what Lena is doing!’ erm... Lena hasnt actually done anything yet. A punch doesn't mean full on evil. Lena said she wants to inflict the same pain on Supergirl that she has caused her, now that’s interesting to me, because Kara hasn't actually inflicted any ‘physical’ pain on Lena and Lena even said she doesn't want to kill Supergirl. Now save for a much deserved punch in the face which looks like it takes place in a virtual world anyway, perhaps Lena is going to go down another route and inflict emotional pain on Kara just like Kara has inflicted it on her. Maybe this is why we saw BTS of Alex and Kara fighting, maybe this world is set up so Kara can experience everyone she loves betraying her in some way? The same way Lena feels she’s been betrayed? Im not saying that’s a healthy way to deal with things but the show would be boring if Lena was like ‘nah its cool’.Plus this is how Lena will see it, something she wouldn't be thinking if Kara had taken the time to explain things to her from the off set. to late now.
Now i know what people will say ‘Kara has suffered so much and doesn't deserve more pain’ yeah... well Kara should have thought about that before inflicting pain on Lena who has also suffered enough pain in her life to. Kara having suffered doesn't mean she has a free pass to treat others poorly, who haven't actually done anything to hurt her or intended to hurt her at all. If Lena had been a nob and out to get her from day one then fair enough, but Lena has saved Kara’s ass/life many times and has never intended to hurt her, but s3 kara (who i wish i could forget) decided being an ass to Lena was OK. Yes Kara thought she was protecting Lena, but that excuse became null and void the moment she started revealing her identity to every Tom, Dick and Nia that she met! Kara is NOT a space puppy! Sure she has her cute adorkable moments but dont mix fan fic with reality. Kara is actually a very serious person who doesnt have all the answers, and doesn't always have a clear view of things. Remember it was Kara who basically told Jonn that there was no more alien hate anymore because SHE didnt receive it, the blonde haired, blue eyed hero of the city who looks human didnt receive hate so therefore it no longer existed. Now this isnt having a go at Kara, its to show that Kara isnt always right and doesn't always have a clear view of things.
Now, people are saying that Kara’s other friends didnt have a bad reaction to Kara admitting she was Supergirl so how dare Lena? OK, you guys are reaching pretty far now and you’re conveniently forgetting what has happened on the show because you’re too busy hating on Lena, so:
1. Winn didnt hate Kara the moment he learned she was Supergirl. OK, well first off, she wasnt really Supergirl yet, just an alien. Winn thought it was cool and wasnt upset she had lied to him? Well Kara keeping her identity from Winn didnt effect Winn in any way at all. There was no Luthor/Super history involved in Winn and Kara’s friendship.
2. James already knew, Clark took that decision away from Kara because he felt she needed a man to keep an eye on her. But this aside, James already knew Superman and was his best friend, he didnt ‘already’ know Kara. He knew who she was before she knew who he was! Again, him knowing her secret had no Luthor/Super implications.
3. Alex already knew and grew up with her. There was no ‘secret’ identity, she came to the Danvers as an alien and anyway Alex was NOT cool with her to begin with.
4. Mon El was also an alien, he wasnt a massive fan of Kara anymore than she was a fan of him. In fact Kara was the ass to Mon El rather than the other way around. It was Kara who referred to him as a ‘Daxamite’ more than once. Now, you could say they did have a history like the Luthor/Super one. Only it was Kryptonian/Daxamite, but the difference is Kara immediately told Mon El who she was, there was no pretending to be an alien from somewhere else or someone entirely different like she did with Lena. Kara knew Mon El was a Daxamite because of the beacon he sent, he didnt deny being one either. No his lie was being the Prince because he knew Kara would NOT have been OK with that. So he got involved with Kara whilst pretending to be something he wasn't. I seem to remember Kara being pretty miffed when she found out he was actually the Prince, only the end of the world was happening and she didnt really get a chance to deal with those feelings because she had to send him away. But later when he came back Kara had had time to process her thoughts on him, but she still told him EXACTLY what she thought of him. Mon El deceived Kara so he could pursue a relationship with her, Kara deceived Lena so she could pursue a friendship with her. Kara and Lena should have a choice in these scenarios because the respective ‘secret identities’ would have made them take pause.
5. Jonn. already knew, nothing to argue here.
6. Nia, Kara told Nia in a moment of solidarity because she to had ‘lost’ her sister, and apparently this was an OK reason to tell the girl you knew for 5 minutes who you are. Do you know who else had ‘lost’ a sibling and Kara has had many a solidarity moment with and who has saved her ass more than once and who she has known for longer than five minutes??? oh yeah LENA!! Anyway.... again, Nia had no reason to be miffed at Kara, she hasnt spent 3 years lying to her or pretending to be someone she wasnt and not fully trusting her. No Luthor/Super family drama or anything.
7. The Legion already knew
8. Cat, Cat was Kara’s mentor and although Kara absolutely lied and deceived Cat, she NEVER treated her crap (save for the red K thing) like Kara did to Lena. Plus once again no Luthor/Super drama. Plus she wasnt Kara's best friend.
Lena is completely different, have a think about what would be going through Lena’s head. ‘Supergirl’ suddenly turns up at her office the moment she arrives in National City in disguise? Supergirl using this secret identity keeps coming back to Lena, using Lena to track down Roulette, to try and get info from her about her mother. Lena mean while keeps saving the lives of the aliens of National City (including Supergirl). Mon El leaves and Kara suddenly cuts Lena from her life until she once again needs her for something? Come season 3 and ‘Supergirl’ suddenly turns on her? All for having a substance she wasn't using to hurt her but to protect her friend Sam? Supergirl calls her a ‘Luthor’ and gets pissed at her for GIVING her the Kryptonite? Supergirl starts telling Lena what to do as though she can? Supergirl then uses Lena’s boyfriend to spy on her? Then suddenly Kara is back and being her best friend again listening to all her vent about Supergirl? Lena goes out of her way to make sure Argo City survives and Supergirl is still later an ass to her because she decided to work with the substance SHE created because Supergirl doesn't approve? Supergirl is an ass to her when they are with Alex and its Alex who puts her in place, but Kara is still coming back to her as her bestie? Kara Joins her in trying to track down Lex and even lets Lena think that she’s been blown up? Lena then has the pleasure of being told by Lex of all people that Kara has been lying since day one and he even has footage?? Lena’s new ‘family’ all knew except for her, doesn't say much for Kara’s trust in Lena. If she hadnt already dumped James’ ass i hope she would now! She would probably be thinking ‘why did James pursue me? Was he sent told to keep an eye on me? Was Kara just sent by Superman to watch me? Did the gang befriend me for the same reason? Keep the Luthor close? This woman has been betrayed and deceived her whole life, not second guessing any of this would be the bizarre thing.
But anyway, i agree that both Kara and Lena are right to feel the way they do. But i am more on Lena’s side. I get Kara’s reasoning up to a point, to begin with she wanted to protect Lena., but then she should never have become so involved with her if she truly wanted to keep her safe. Her reasons become null and void when she tells people she’s known for 5 minutes who she is without thought to their safety (Nia). She made the decision to be an arsehole to Lena and then use Lena’s relationships against her and called her the only thing she knew would hurt Lena the most. She then kept saying she wanted to tell Lena but allowed others (Mon El, Alex) to keep her from doing so to the point where it was to late. Kara’s reasons started out noble, but they went beyond to far. Especially since Lex and Lillian knew and Kara STILL didnt see a point in telling Lena, Lex got the opportunity to tell Lena because Kara couldn't step up. The moment she knew Lillian knew she should have had Jonn erase her mind or tell Lena herself. Kara doesnt ‘owe’ her identity to anyone, but she should think twice about how much she gets involved with or treats the people close to her that dont know.
Also, it is a betrayal, the writers have said so and even Melissa has agreed she totally understands it. Not telling Lena her secret isnt the betrayal, its everything that came along with it, everything Kara did along the way. (though she could be talking to Eve)
They say the season is a ‘fight for Lena’s soul’ , personally i think being betrayed by Kara is a poor reason for Lena’s soul to be in danger, it doesn't say much for her. But that very statement implies that Lena hasnt gone full Luthor, Otherwise it would be ‘Lena’s soul is lost’.
It will be interesting to see how Lena reacts to the rest of the super friends since back in season 3 she understood secrets that weren't hers to tell and to keep people safe. She knew Alex was DEO but kept it to herself and wasnt arsed abut it and she didnt on Sam to keep her safe. But knowing the writers they’ll forget this part of Lena’s personality and make her miffed at everyone.
Lastly Kara may be the main character but that doesnt mean everything she does is right and she DOESNT have to be your favorite character.
Anyway thats enough. Dont send hate as always will go unanswered and deleted.
#supergirl#lena luthor#kara danvers#anti james olsen#anti mon el#nia nal#alex danvers#jonn jonzz#cat grant#winn schott#brainy#lex luthor#lillian luthor
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When Wade Met Hal (SWS #68)
Previously posted as a KoFi Exclusive short story.
{For those who don't know, Hal Jordan is the Green Lantern, who was played by Ryan Reynolds in a spectacularly cringe worthy movie several years ago. This is basically Ryan Reynolds in one costume meeting Ryan Reynolds in another costume and it was very fun to write}
SUNDAYS WITH SPIDEYPOOL MASTERLIST HERE
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“Wade!” Peter stood up and waved, motioning the blonde over to the table he’d saved in the corner. “Baby, you’re late. I thought you weren’t gonna make it.”
“Heya Petey.” Wade bent down and kissed his cheek, smirking when Peter blushed a little. “My god you’re cute, still blushing when I kiss you. What the fuck.”
“Stop that.” Peter blushed harder. “I’m still getting used to all this, remember? Kissing my hot boyfriend in public and going on dates and--”
“And being madly in love?” Wade finished confidently. “Don’t worry. We’re only six months into this whole thing, you got years to learn not to blush over my bullshit.”
“Wonderful.” Peter sighed loudly, but he still smiled, running his hands confidently over Wade’s arms and mm-hmming over the muscles. “Ready for a drink? Also, I have some news!”
“Can’t wait to hear your news.” Wade promised. “Let me grab a couple beers and I’ll--” he stopped, cocking his head when he saw the beer already sitting in front of Peter. “You already have a drink, Pete. Did you buy your own drink? you just said that you're still getting used to the whole dating thing, but you know I'm supposed to buy your drinks, right?”
“Don't worry, he didn’t buy his own drink.” Someone else interrupted, someone else blonde and buff and wearing a smirk so cocky Wade was almost impressed by the sheer amount of swagger coming from the man. “Seemed a real shame that someone so pretty was drinking alone so I helped change that.”
“You helped change that.” Wade repeated, narrowing his eyes and sizing the newcomer up. “And you are?”
“This is Hal Jordan.” Peter supplied helpfully, pushing Wade forward a little and muttering for him to be polite. “He’s a test pilot for um-- sorry, you’re a test pilot for-?”
“Ferris Aircraft.” Hal supplied, arching a perfect eyebrow when Wade’s grip on his hand tightened to bruising. “But before that I was in the United States Air Force. You can call me Captain.”
“Oh I’m not calling you that.” Wade said blandly. “Wade Wilson. I kill people for a living. Former Special Forces, but don’t worry I won’t make you call me General or anything.”
“Wade.” Peter blanched. “Sheesh.”
“Don’t worry kiddo.” Hal winked at Peter and didn’t let go of Wade’s hand, squeezing hard enough to hurt. “Pilots own the skies, but someone’s gotta be down here on the ground taking care of things. Boots on the ground, the dirty work and all that. Good to meet you, soldier.”
“Not a soldier.” Wade corrected, feeling the bones in Hal’s hand grind together as their shake went on and on, neither willing to let go first. “Just someone who unalives other someones. But hey, you’re a test pilot now huh? That’s pretty cool. They didn’t want you for the real stuff anymore? You bounce just enough to be a crash dummy?”
“Test pilots save lives by ensuring the planes are safe to use.” Hal retorted, straightening his shoulders. “And I haven’t failed a flight yet.”
“And we are all so thankful for it.” Wade bared his teeth in a smile and Hal bared his teeth in a smile and between them, Peter just sighed and put a hand on each of theirs, tapping into his Spidey strength just a bit to pull them apart.
“Anyway.” he said loudly so both men would turn and look at him. “Hal and I started chatting because I recognized the logo on his jacket as one that I’ve seen at Oscorp and apparently he’s testing out a new flight suit for a different company now, the Green Corps? Lantern Corps? Is that what you called them?”
“Green Lantern Corps.” Hal corrected.
“Hm.” Wade eyed the logo on Hals chest, a small green design that looked like a circle stuck between two lines. “What company has a circle sandwich for their logo?”
“It’s not a circle sandwich, it’s a lantern.” Hal said tightly. “And I’d ask you what sort of soldier wears a Spider-man jacket.”
“Don’t knock it if you ain’t tried it.” Wade winked purely to aggravate the other man, and Peter rolled his eyes over the attempt. “And as fun as this whole moment is, I’m actually here to buy Peter a drink and try to get him home and naked--”
“Wade!”
“--and you’re sort of cramping my style, so if you don’t mind?” Wade raised his eyebrows and made a motion like Hal should step aside. “That’d be great, thanks.”
“Oh my god, stop.” Peter tugged at Wade to slow him down. “Listen. The suit Hal testing out tomorrow is one I’ve worked on! Isn’t that cool? My designs are good enough for Oscorp to offer them out as product!”
“That is awesome, baby boy.” Forgetting the annoyingly attractive intrude for just a moment, Wade grinned down at Peter and kissed his cheek again. “And I’m super proud of you. Definitely deserving of a drink and a night out, huh?”
“Yeah that sounds super fun but even more fun?” Peter’s eyes glowed in excitement and Wade’s heart soared a little because he loved when Peter was excited. “Hal says he can get us in to see the tests! Wouldn’t you love to do that? To see the systems I’ve been working on for the last year in action would be AMAZING!”
“Wait, you’ve never actually seen the suit in action?” Wade frowned over the thought of Peter not getting to see what he’d worked so hard on, then frowned even harder when Hal interjected with a condescending--
“Most of the testing is done through computers, champ. Gotta make sure things aren’t going to blow up the moment someone like me gets in the seat, right?”
“Oh, right.” Wade blew out a deep breath. “Someone like you--champ--getting in the seat and blowing up would be--”
“WADE!”
“I was gonna say awful.” he defended when Peter scowled at him. “I was! I just can’t figure out why they need test pilots if you run all the stuff through the computer first!”
“I’ll have you know test pilots serve a very important function as--”
“Alright alright, enough.” Peter threw his hands in the air in exasperation. “Hal, give us a moment please. Wade, a word?”
He dragged Wade over to the corner and glared up at him. “What the hell are you doing? Hal is offering to get us passes to a top secret flight suit testing and you’re being an asshole!”
“I beg to differ.” Wade countered. “Me being an asshole has nothing to do with getting passes to super secret super spy stuff, and everything to do with big and blonde and buff over there buying you a drink and spending every spare second staring at your ass!"
“You’re big and blonde and buff and were planning on buying me a drink and spend every spare second staring at my ass too.” Peter pointed out. “Based on that alone, you two should get alone great. What’s the problem?”
“Okay me and that guy?” Wade pointed in Hal’s direction, and the pilot winked and smiled at Peter before not subtly flipping Wade off. “We are nothing alike, I would never do that!”
“You do that all the time.”
“Okay." Wade huffed. "Well at least I don’t go around bragging about my job!”
“No, you're right. You don't brag about your job, you just announce loudly and often that you kill people.” Peter deadpanned. “Which is much better than mentioning a past in the armed forces.”
“It sorta is.” Wade kicked at the floor, sulking a little. “I just don’t know what you see in him, or why the hell you're wasting your time smiling at that goon.”
“I don’t see anything in him except free passes to a product test that I really want to go to.” Peter assured him, standing up on his toes and pressing a soft kiss to Wade’s mouth. “I’ve been working on aspects of this suit for an entire year, have only seen it happen on computer and actually getting to see someone use it? That’s too good to pass up.”
“I’m gonna be honest, I stopped listening after you kissed me.” Wade confessed and Peter laughed quietly, leaning up to give him another one. “So even though Hal is a hunky crash dummy you’d still rather hang out with me?”
“So much.” A quick nod. “Don’t worry babe. You’re the only hunky crash dummy I’m interested in.”
“I’m not a crash dummy!”
“You fell off the roof last weekend Wade.” Peter said patiently. “Then hopped up and shouted ‘I thought memory foam soles were supposed to save lives, these shoes are crap’.”
“Okay, I’m kind of a crash dummy.”
“And I love you for it.” Peter whispered. “Please play nice with Hal so I can go?”
“Okay.” Wade conceded. “But people who wear lanterns on their coats are dorks, we agree on that, right?”
“Says the man with an ‘I Heart Spidey’ on the back of his eighties bomber jacket.” Peter snorted. “Do you have to wear that in public?”
“Yes.” Wade said seriously. “Because I heart the fuck out of Spidey.”
“Spidey hearts the fuck outta you too.” Peter returned. “Now go make nice and stop letting Hal aggravate you.”
“He sucks, Pete.”
“Yes, the man with the green lantern sucks.” Peter shoved Wade back towards the bar. “Go play nice anyway.”
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more thoughts on flash and agent venom and propaganda, a topic which i am always thinking about but which is particularly relevant now in thinking about how comic fans and writers seem to contradict themselves in every way, how they just don’t GET it
flash thompson went from “tolerating” the army in the 70s, to outright uneasy about his service in the mid aughts, and even downright unproud, wallowing with his medal on the FLOOR, uncomfortable with being congratulated, all that showing he clearly was not proud of being military despite what every writer wants to say about “heroism”...... to being all ra-ra patriotism god and country backtracking his acceptance of a disability in order to peddle the Cool Military Venom shit and that’s what i am talking about when i talk about the propaganda of (particularly early) agent venom-- the advertisement-esque plasterings of ARMY logos, characterization sacrificed specifically for a military agenda, the presentation of the “cool military operations, wow just like a secret spy” plots, etc.
it’s all propaganda, and blatantly so, even BEFORE that happens. that weird terrorist villain (in web of spider-man, i think it was?) is just, conceptually I hated that, and again the story presented this strange gross angle in terms of flash “working out his anger in a healthy way” (unspoken: by fighting an unjustified oil war) as if it were this great, reasonable thing and that is just
no.
also propaganda, even if it is presented by the villain in the piece it is clearly presented as positive in spite of that (weird approach)
flash as a character is fraught with a lot of weird contradictory shit, where he is both uncomfortable with his role as a(n ex-) soldier, and then is turned right around to be uncharacteristically proud of his service and suddenly more religious as well, a character whose father is viciously, violently abusive and fully capable of killing his family, but “was a good cop” who got his “redemption in death” and HOW hollow is that? how can I see both the on-page and implied-via-color violence and cruelty and yet also accept that somehow he is a “good cop” (which does not exist)
even the same writer does this kinds of things, remender wrote these kinds of contradictions, and it is clear how much they simply do not get it.
a different non-flash thompson related comic comes to mind.
captain america corps. that’s a fun miniseries. it came SO close to REALLY getting it. and then at the last minute it turns out the villain is the lady who wanted to start the femizons and is orchestrating everything behind the scenes so ALL the stuff that so closely parallels our current day--the police state, the racism inherent, the protestors and insurgents imprisoned for going against the MAGA-esque hyper-patriotic government (I would say it was heavy handed if it weren’t so startlingly like real life)
allllll of this gets immediately undermined by the revelation that it was NOT whiteness at the core of this but in fact militant feminism--now, we can talk about how those two go hand-in-hand, and the woman in question is 100% white, but this story does not go there. it’s all a personal vendetta against Cap for foiling her femizon plans and her costume has a huge venus symbol on it and it was such a disappointing way to end on, tbh. It came SO close, so very close, it got right into the core of how things really are, down to racial profiling... but it fucked itself over in the end
other people are also talking about the ways superhero comics have failed to accurately grapple with and reflect the things they’re writing about and how they obviously deify government agencies and the police (recommended reading: https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/heat-vision/protest-backlash-failings-a-superhero-culture-1297024?utm_source=twitter&utm_medium=social ) and how militarized the movies are, etc. etc.
It’s true, from older comics onward, increasing to the point of like, SHIELD being corrupt... but it’s because of those outside forces obviously. Nothing to do with the power-serving people already there. It’s just those HYDRA infiltrators. Those “outsiders” (cold war as fuck)
EVEN when it was not that, before the supposed infiltration, even in comics like the She-Hulk graphic novel (which has its own serious issues in terms of misogyny and race) which presents SHIELD as unquestionably the bad guys--well it’s not ALL of them. It’s this leader, this group, Fury’s still good, there’s the good guys, blah blah blah so even that falls short. There are moments, there are always moments--She-Hulk and Wyatt standing up to an antisemitic cop for example--but even from the early, early days (take this from someone who has recently read the first 8 issues of Amazing Spider-Man from 1963-4 ish) there are still these little notions that, well, even though the cops want to arrest Spider-Man, most of them don’t really believe he’s all that bad. They’re mild bystanders at worst until some other person agitates them into attacking Spidey, and they’re still defenders of the people in those comics (as true as that most certainly was NOT in the early 1960s)
This post is a mess, and other people are definitely saying it better than me lmao but there’s a lot of contradictions in superhero comics particularly when the police or military or govt agencies are involved, where even when they’re bad they’re still “good” and blah blahhh blahhh
honestly one of my biggest criticisms of robbie thompson’s Silk run is the SHIELD stuff and mockingbird. that’s a series that gets into some good stuff. in which felicia, the criminal leader, is working for and with the people (homeless youth, etc) but it still is very weak in the tooth and shield is pretty much just there to be the cool government group for the most part despite arresting cindy at one point--i guess because bobbi was heading her team, and they can’t very well have mockingbird be the bad guy but man. didn’t bobbi used to be a CRIMINAL?
anyway
idk what i’m even saying
this got into a few things XD
the problem with straight white men who are unaffected by the same things as a lot of their readers, writing, editing, and drawing the majority of a company’s works becomes pretty clear when you get into just how waffle-y so much of the results are. characters who spent their youth or adolescence hunted by the authorities get older and they get put into those same groups that didn’t trust them, like every time a white punk singer grows up and decides “the machine is good actually”
that sucks huh
#nadia reads comics#what am i even saying. this is essentially my usual criticisms of the comics i read but exacerbated by current events.#it starts out about flash but it expands
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