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iicarused · 3 months

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prologue.

hazbin hotel various x reader // interactive fanfiction

synopsis: the beginning of an end. this is to explain who you are and the only two relationships you have, which is lucifer and adam. two acquaintances that you never called a friend nor foe, but they are the only two that has known of your existence — so why is there someone else waiting for you at the docking point in hell?

beware: mentions of the dead

a/n: not much lucifer interaction:(( also reader has never seen adam with his mask on!!

you seen it all. the creation of the world, the creation of the first humans, the fallen, the aftermath. you recall the day when adam was first created like a faint memory, because that is when your purpose in life began. it was a sad tale, really: the first man created bestowed a lovely wife, only to be taken from another man who fell from the heavens above. you watched his second wife suffer the same fate as the first, then adam was suddenly sitting at your canoe.

“what the fuck are you supposed to be?” he questioned. adam was the only man with an exception to cross the waters without a token.

“i suppose you could know me as a lot of things,” you answered vaguely, “life, death, the in between, but i am no more than a ferryman helping you cross to heaven.”

“you talk like you have a riddle to say.” he snorted back a laugh. “what’s your name?”

you pondered his question, and even tried to recall what the gods above tried to call you. “i never had one.” it was pathetic to note because you never really thought this question would come up; there was no use for it before. “never needed one.”

“well sweet stuff, i think a lot of people are going to start asking.” adam raised his arms over his head before leaning against the stern. “you can’t just call yourself boat lady all the time.”

“perhaps i’ll get back to you on that, but for now you may question it.” you pushed your paddle against the dock, signalling to adam that the travel came to an end.

“come visit me often, sweet stuff.” he bid a farewell with an extra token tossed your way. “maybe you won’t need to hide that face of yours by then.”

you didn’t say anything in return, but instead gave him a wave before pushing yourself back to the deep waters. since then, you would often bring souls or the rare person who sat on your canoe to the docking of heaven — since then, adam has waited for you when he was aware of your arrival.

“your hair is growing past your shoulders.” you once whispered to him.

“what? do you like?” he cooed while brushing his hand against yours when retrieving the souls.

you answered with a shrug of your shoulders.

another time was when you had people on your canoe and no souls to bring. “your attire is different.” you commented.

“just got promoted, sweet stuff. any update on your name?” he guided the people off your canoe but never took his gaze off of you.

you shook your head.

finally, there came a day where you tapped your foot anxiously against the wood of your canoe. hands delicately handing the souls of the dead to adam, and it was quick for him to notice.

“are you good?” he asked.

after transferring the souls, you took his hands and brought yourself up to the dock. this was the first time you ever stepped foot on something close to land, for your balance knew nothing more than the movement of the water. his touch was warm and welcoming, his expression falling into one of surprise. your cold fingers ran up to his wrists, your thumbs pressing against his plush skin.

“y/n is my name.” you kept his hands at bay, like you knew he was coming for your veil to show your face. you felt that twitch, but he remained calm.

“you sound like a y/n.”

this was the first night you looked over your shoulder — adam stood at the dock and fluttered his wings in a way to say farewell — quite the odd fella. no matter how brash he seemed, he always made sure to wish you well on your travels.

lucifer was no different, as you could see more similarities than differences. you recall meeting his wife once or twice, but never more than small encounters of a kind greeting. the king of hell wasn’t always there, yet he tried and you could see that each time. a sheepish smile and a wave of his hand to dismiss the last time he hadn’t seen you. he was always kinder than adam,and more hospitable than you want to admit.

“golly! that’s quite a large batch than last time, don’t you think?” lucifer gawked, taking the three jars that illuminated with flickering lights: souls always resembled fireflies to him, not that you would know what they were. “are you sure these are earth's arrivals?”

you gave a curt nod, pulling at your veil so it wouldn’t fall. “some didn’t meet heaven's judgement,” you whispered. “rules are a little skewed right now, but they hope to figure it out soon.”

you watched lucifer expression fall sour before his gaze fell on the jars. his lips tugged into a solemn smile before he sighed. “yeah, heaven has always been a little unorganised — besides the point, are you hungry? lilith just cooked a nice batch of-“

“it’s best for me to leave.” you brought your paddle to your chest, your fingers curling around the smooth wood that helped you with your sails. you always preferred to stand while sailing the rivers. “you have a wonderful week.” you bowed your head before bringing the tip of your paddle to the edge of the dock, pushing yourself back to the waters.

“maybe next time.” lucifer never said bye, farewell, see you later, none of it. never believed in it and will continue to offer a place in his castle for you.

there came a year where lucifer hadn’t shown up at all, and it was very unlikely that he would get someone else to do his job for him. instead, you would finally rubber ducks on the dock — different varieties of them — at first, you didn’t know what to think of them, nor did you know what they were. curious, you took each one and left the souls, or person, to wait at the dock while you left.

you never took these creations to adam, as you were more embarrassed by the fact you did not know what they were. so you left it to conversations with the dead to explain it to you.

“they’re toys!”

“they’re meant for the water!”

“you can squish them and they’ll make a sound!”

each one explained in various ways, and it always intrigued you. while you forbade yourself from touching the porcelain waters of souls, you did drop those ducks on to the water and watch them float.

while you sailed down the rivers of entering hell, you found the air to be cold. in all your years of coming to this side of all 6 realms, hell was never meant to be cold. you found yourself listening more intently, barely stroking your paddle through the calm waters, lifting your veil over your eyes to catch a figure waiting for you at the docks.

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alwaysjustmina · 2 months

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Whispers of Rain

Chapter 15: I Can Hear You Say My Name

This is it for this arc - some of you may want to yell at me with how it ended but trust the process and that I know where I am taking this. I hope I didn’t lose anyone on this journey, this arc was one of the hardest things I have ever had to write.

I don’t know if anyone noticed that the chapter titles really tell you about the chapters you are reading, Rain by Sleep Token, really had the best words for this story.

Thank you again to:

@papaslittlesunshine for beta reading this story (if there are any mistakes in this last chapter, it is all my fault! I wanted her to read this along with all of you!)

@midnight-moth for listening to me go on and on about this story

@kamonart for the beautiful artwork

And to all of you dear readers, the comments and the kudos, truly mean the world to me. I am so excited everytime I see someone saying something about something I wrote. It always blows my mind you all like it.

What’s next? Next I am starting to write for Raindrop April, some shorter stories I need to get out and have been putting off while writing Whispers. I will pick back up the next arc in the SITO world sometime mid April, posting at the latest at the beginning of May.

Read below the cut or here on AO3

The car ride to Ifrit’s estate was quiet as both Rain and Aether were lost in their own thoughts. Aether thinking about his baby brother and wondering what he would want to do first when they got topside. He couldn’t wait to show him the world, to rebuild their bond. He was hopeful once Ifrit was taken care of, the memory loss would vanish, that maybe there was a tether there that could be broken by death.

And let’s not fool ourselves, the only way Dew would be safe, the only way they would all be safe is if Ifrit was dead. Dead and not able to reappear in some lower circle of hell. They had an incantation to make sure that didn’t happen.

Rain’s thoughts were plagued by Dew and what he was doing, did he read the letters? What did he think of them? Would they survive this together? He tried to push thoughts of Eidolon to the back of his mind, if this was his last moment he wanted to only think of Dew. He ached for him, he missed how they were. The feeling so strong in the pit of his stomach, the butterflies that still showed up when he looked at him. How his belly still did dips and turns like he was on a roller coaster, did Dew still feel that way when he looked at him? Or did he think Rain had left him to rot here?

How did they end up here? All he wanted was to be Dew’s, to be his mate, his partner, his lover, Dew was his everything. His world started when he first looked at him and Dew looked back, it ended when he saw Ifrit dragging him away and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He would wait forever for Dew, they would go at his pace. He just hoped it wasn’t too late for them.

As they got closer to their destination they went over the plan again. They were going to infiltrate the estate, with the intel they had, they knew Ifrit was onsite today and not a lot of staff would be there. The security scouring the area for Dew and Eidolon. There were only a few guards with him and the regular staff that they were assured would not hinder the two of them. They had also seen the atrocities that Ifrit had plagued upon others.

They would arrive close to lunch when Ifrit took his meal out on the veranda. He had no company coming over today, he hadn’t had much in the way of friends and since the festival his image had dropped in many fellow denizens of the pit. This was another reason he was dangerous, he had nothing to lose with his fall from his lofty heights. Everyone was vying for the top spot left vacated by his forced demotion, which only fell further every day he didn’t have Dew and Eidolon back in his grasp.

The only weapons that they were able to use were their powers, it had something to do with the incantation. Made weapons wouldn’t end him. Rain was still worried about how his water magic would kill Ifrit, but he had made sure he was ready. He could whip the water from his body, douse his flames, and drown him. Aether was only there as a backup, if Rain failed he could step in and make sure Ifrit was taken care of once and for all.

It was eerily quiet as they crept in through the abandoned tunnels under the estate, vermin scurrying away as they made their way to the door that opened up to the basement behind casks of wine. Mildew and must flooded their system with each breath they took, the dankness of the basement permeating their pores.

They crept behind the barrels, making their way up the steps and out through the pantry that opened up into a hall. They saw no one as they moved along, almost as if they were all expecting their arrival.

As they neared the veranda, they could hear the scrape of a fork on a plate, a wine glass being set down. Ifrit was there and they were ready.

But so was Ifrit, “Rainy, woah this took so much longer for you to come than I thought it would. I was beginning to think you didn’t really love our Droplet.”

He didn’t turn around, continuing to eat and drink, his every motion showing he wasn’t worried about the threat that Rain posed. When they rounded the table to stand in front of Ifrit, he finally looked up.

“Oh, Aether, you too? Really? How boring of you.” Laughing he took another sip of the red wine.

“Ifrit, this is your execution, carried out by the injured party, you will not be returning back to this plane after your death. This is your true death, final.” Aether spouted off the speech he was told he had to say. “In the event Rain dies before you, I will finish the job. We will only use our powers, do you understand the terms?”

“Oh even better, a true death duel! Does this mean Rainy can be done too? If I end him, he won’t be able to be with my Droplet.” There was no hint of nervousness in his visage, he was gleeful.

Rain and Aether both knew of this possibility but had signed up nonetheless to take care of Ifrit. With a nod to Ifrit’s question, Aether started the incantation, locking them all in until one side was done. Dead.

Ifrit pushed away from the table, ready to start and end this fight. There was no doubt in his mind that he was stronger than Rain, that he would have Dewdrop in the end. Rain was an ant that he planned to squish. He leered at Rain as they each accessed the other, finding weak spots, ready to pounce.

When Aether was done, Rain was surprised when Ifrit didn’t jump to start his attack. Instead he stood there just looking at Rain with a smirk on his face.

“Did he tell you how much he enjoyed our time together, Rain?”

Rain didn’t answer, instead he started pulling his power up quietly pulling mist to coat the porch floor slowly freezing the ground to make it slick and harder for Ifrit to move. Their bodies coated in rain, the water droplets falling heavier and heavier.

Ifrit threw the first bolt of fire at Rain, which was quickly doused with the water. They found themselves volleying back and forth, one trying to tire the other out. When that didn’t work, Ifrit continued his tirade as Rain started to pull the water from his body. He could see him start to flag as soon as he did it.

Rain stalked closer to Ifrit, his hands shaking as he continued, the face before him starting to sink into his bone structure, the flesh becoming less supple. While Rain didn’t relish the thought of killing someone, he knew this was the only option.

“Did - Did he tell you?” Ifrit cursed his voice, he knew Rain was beginning to get the upper hand and he was losing.

Rain again didn’t answer all his thoughts on his powers, he wouldn’t give Ifrit the benefit of him breaking his concentration.

“He could be pregnant, did you know that? What are you going to do when you have to see me in our child everyday? He will always be partly mine, he will never be just yours, Rainy.”

A child? No, that couldn’t be right, right? Dew would have told him. The image of Dew and Eidolon whispering in the corners and the horrible nightmares Dew had been having. Was it beyond the torture of what Rain thought, was he plagued that he could be carrying Ifrit’s child? Why wouldn’t he tell him? Rain would have supported him?

Ifrit’s plan worked, Rain lost all concentration on the task at hand. He could hear Aether shouting at him, but all he could see was Dew being forced by Ifrit, the image playing over and over in his mind. It allowed Ifrit to regain some of the upper hand, he quickly threw bolt after bolt of fire at Rain, when that didn’t work he sent a wave of fire crashing over all of them. Aether to the side wasn’t affected but Rain was engulfed in the flame. His water magic quickly eliminated the threat to himself, but not before he could smell hair burning on his body.

He advanced quickly to Ifrit, throwing up waves of water knocking him off of his feet, causing the bolts of laser focused fire to fly erratically in every direction. It didn’t stop Rain from pouncing, the slow pull of water from Ifrit before was nothing to Rain’s furry, he pulled it out in record time, and when before him was a desiccated man, he began to flood his lungs with all the water from around them. Not letting up.

“You are a sick fuck! You will never touch Dewdrop again. Never!” Rain shouted between tears and fury.

“He will never be yours again, do you hear me Ifrit? NEVER!”

He watched in satisfaction as Ifrit struggled for breath, the weight of the water on his flooded lungs cracking all of his ribs. He could feel his lungs expanding and expanding outwards as more water flooded them. Never giving up the relentless pursuit of drowning him in the driest parts of hell. His eyes bulged as he gasped for breath, but he would never find air again. The disbelief present on his face, that Rain had beat him. That he could be beaten.

Ifrit died in front of him. The water that flooded him moments ago fled his body to saturate the ground, finding serenity in being able to give back to the world again. Ifrit’s body slowly started to disintegrate into ash. It vaguely passed Rain’s mind how weird it was that he had flooded him with water only for him to break apart like a fire had engulfed him in the bluest hue of its ember. It wasn’t slow, if he hadn’t been watching he wouldn’t have believed that was what had happened to Ifrit. His eyes peered up at Rain, unfocused, in the glassy glance of death. They were the last thing to break down. His death stare would haunt Rain to think about them later.

Rain collapsed to his knees, he was finally done. Ifrit wouldn’t hurt them anymore. He wouldn’t hurt Dew. Dew could start to heal from Ifrit’s depravity. The tears wouldn’t stop, he felt the joy of it being over, but the weight of what he had to do plagued him. He knew it needed to be done, there was no other option, but the questions of what had happened to Dew, now flooded his mind. Where did they go from here?

Moments fled by incredibly fast as he kneeled in disbelief, surprised he hadn’t heard Aether yet shouting with joy. Why hadn’t he heard Aether yet? Why was it so quiet?

Rain quickly turned around to see Aether slumped on the side, a blackened hole surrounding his heart. The errant fire beams Ifrit shot off had hit him. Rain had never moved so fast, flying to his side trying as if that could slow the inevitable.

“Aether, hang on. We will get you to a healer. Hold on!” He cried, reminiscent of last year when Rain was in a similar position with Aether shouting at him.

Aether grabbed his hands, pulling him closer to whisper in Rain’s ear. “It is too late. Rain, it is ok, please watch over Phantom. Tell him how much I love him. Make sure he gets to safety, please promise me this?”

Rain watched as color drained from Aether’s purple eyes, slowly lightening to a white, his body so very cold as Rain held onto his hands.

“No, don’t give up! You are going back with us!” He cried.

“Promise me Rain, please! Promise me you will get him home!”

Rain shook his head back and forth in disbelief. How could this be happening, they had won this. They couldn’t be in this position, not again. They couldn’t lose anyone.

Aether’s voice was getting lighter as he repeated himself over and over.

“I promise, Aeth, I promise. I am so sorry!” Aether gripped his hand tightly before it grew lax, at peace with the promise that Phantom would be taken care of. He was at peace in death, he would gladly give his life for Phantom to have a chance. He was partially to blame for all of this, if he would have spoken up long ago, maybe Ifrit wouldn’t have gotten this far.

“Thank you, Rain” The last words he spoke before he too started to disintegrate in front of Rain. His body turning to ash, caught in the confines of the incantation. He was gone permanently.

Rain didn’t know how long he sat on that veranda besides the ashes of Aether’s body, sobbing for everything Ifrit had taken from them, before he picked himself up and started back towards Dew and Eidolon. Going home, going home to Dew.

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He didn’t just leave the estate, he made sure everyone was out, finding the bedroom where Dew was held along the way. His scent still on the unwashed sheets, intermingled with what he assumed was Eidolon’s or Ifrit’s. The thought of both, either, with Dew made him vomit in the attached bathroom before he closed the door quickly.

There was no one in the house, they had all fled either before the fight or during. Easier for Rain to do what he knew needed to be done.

After he exited the room he left for last, Ifrit’s study, he lit fire to the place. Carrying some documents and a leather bound journal he hoped would give them some insight into what he had done to Eidolon. Aether had been informed Ifrit wrote in it consistently, so he wasn’t leaving it behind.

He watched the fire burn from the car a few miles away on a hillside. Loving that Dew’s elements, both fire and water, had finished this place and the ghoul in the end. The color of the fire against the blood red sky, turned the image in front of him a shade of orange, all the colors of a sunset trying to fight for dominance. Rain found something in the orange, a peace knowing that the ghoul known as Ifrit, his plague on this land was done.

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Driving back to the house was a drawn out process, he had contacted Copia and told him where to open the portal and when. He didn’t question Rain when he said he was bringing back Aether’s brother but not Aether. He knew the time for questions was for later, he could hear the tremble in Rain’s voice. He told him not to worry, they would take care of everything and be waiting for them at the allotted time when they came through to the abbey.

It was dark again when he got back, much like when they had left earlier. The house had lights on in almost every window, as if welcoming the warriors back from the war, he thought with a grimace. Only one warrior, and not much of a warrior.

He dreaded having to tell Eidolon and Dew about Aether, knowing his brother would never forgive him and the rage that would follow once he shared that news. He must have sat in the vehicle for at least a half an hour before forcing himself to exit.

He walked slowly to the door, dragging his feet. He just wanted to get them home, to rest, pick up the pieces of his shattered being. He was surprised when he heard the front door creak open and Dew’s head peek out of the frame. Rain didn’t even recognize the sound of Dew’s gasp and his feet on the ground before their bodies crashed together. The exhaustive weight of what just transpired hours before found Rain’s knees buckling. Dew held him as he sank to the ground, clinging to one another in desperation. There were no words, there didn’t need to be any, there was time to talk, time to listen, time to put their life back together. Time.

The only thing that broke them apart was when they heard Eidolon, suddenly standing beside them, asking where Aether was.

Rain’s legs trembled as he rose back up to his feet, pulling Dew along with him. He wasn’t ready to let go yet, knowing everything was about to change again. Their eyes locked, Dew picking up on Rain’s hesitation.

His voice trembled as he spoke the words that would seal any future dealings with Eidolon, “I-I am, I don’t know how to say this, I am, fuck.”

“What, spit it out, it isn’t like you killed him too,” Eidolon responded with a huff, exasperation evident on his face at having to deal with Rain again.

When Rain didn’t meet his eyes and didn’t speak for a moment, Eidolon continued, “You didn’t right? He is still in the car right?”

“AETH,” he shouted, running to the vehicle. When he saw no one inside, he turned back to Rain, fury evident on his face.

“You can’t tell me you are this inept that got my brother killed, that YOU KILLED HIM?”

“The spell, it-,” stumbling over his words, he tried to get it all out, taking another breath he steadied himself and continued, “The spell, if anyone in the circle was hit, it ended them. Ifrit was erratic at the end and one of his bolts hit Aether.”

“I tried, Ei-,” that was all Rain could utter before he felt his head swing back with the force of Eidolon’s fist. He fell to the ground again, flinging Dew from him so he wasn’t caught in his fury. His fists pummeled him again and again, not stopping. He could hear Dew shouting at Eidolon, trying to pull him off of Rain. Rain stopped feeling the fists on his face, assuming Dew had finally been able to put Eidolon off of Rain. When he finally opened his eyes back up, he could see Dew standing with Eidolon to the side, his arms around him, whispering in his ear furtively.

Eidolon broke out of Dew’s grasp and knelt down beside Rain, whispering for only him to hear, “You are so fucking useless, Rain. I can’t believe you still exist. I will find a way to make everyone see how useless you are.”

As they stood there in silence, the portal suddenly appeared to the side of the home. The faint outline of the abbey room visible through the center. He didn’t realize time had flown so fast already.

“That’ll be Copia, we should go before it draws attention,” Rain mumbled, bending to retrieve the satchel he brought back with him from Ifrit’s house. When no one moved his gaze stumbled over them ultimately landing on Dew.

His eyes were red and bloodshot, when did he cry? Of course he cried, one of his closests friends had been killed. He wished not for the first, or surely the last, time that he could remove all the pain Dew had to endure in the last few months.

“Please go, this will be the only thing I ask of you, I want you to be safe. I will bring up the rear to make sure you both get through,” Rain begged quietly.

He watched as Dew nodded and grabbed Eidolon’s hand to walk towards the portal. The swirling purple and black lights glistening like the sun through Dew’s hair, the outline of his body illuminated by the otherworldly light. It was only then that Rain noticed Dew was clutching a small package of letters in his other hand. There was no time to question what they were, but he could only assume they were what he had left Dew with. His mind screamed at him to ask if he read them, what he thought, did he still love him? Eidolon and Dew were through the portal in the blink of an eye.

Dew was home. Finally.

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As Rain stumbled into the summoning room, he saw Dew to the side of the room first. His eyes watching as Rain gathered his bearings from the trip. Their friends were all there waiting for them, Copia was there.

He could hear Dew talking quietly with Mountain to the side, as he too looked at Rain with grief. When he moved as if to go to Rain’s side he shook his head, Dew needed him more right now.

He found Copia watching him also, he moved to tell him that he could close the portal, this was everyone, but Copia shook his head.

“Rain, you can’t stay. We already got a summons. You have to go back.” His solemn tone leaving no room for questions from Rain, he knew this was a possibility.

They knew that there were forces at work that didn’t want Rain to go back to the pit and take care of Ifrit, the delay on being able to go was proof of that. They had discussed before going that something like this could happen, they hoped it wouldn’t but were prepared.

“I understand. Can I say goodbye?”

Copia looked to the portal before answering, “You have less than a minute before guards will be sent through. I’m sorry, Rain. We will work on everything we can from this side.”

Before he threw his arms around Copia, he handed him the backpack with the documents and told him to keep it safe. In the hug, he tried to convey everything he could in mere moments. “Please take care of him,” he whispered in his ear before he turned around to stumble across the room to Dew.

He made his way to Dew’s side, to break the news and say goodbye, but he found he couldn’t tell him. He reached out absentmindedly to caress Dew’s face and when Dew pulled back from the touch, his hand quickly dropped to his side.

“I will move all of hell to be back with you as soon as I can. I promise.” He vowed as Dew looked on with confusion.

“What do you mean? We are here now.”

“I have to go back, ‘M sorry I don’t have time to explain, Copia will be able to tell you more.”

“Don’t go,” Dew begged as the tears started to slide down his face again.

Everything in his being was screaming at him to stay, to run away with Dew, to never come back. They’d find them anywhere though, there was no escape. The best he could do was leave Dew with the people who loved him. He tried to take in that one last look, memorizing his face, the tilt of his head as he begged, the way his lips puffed out as he cried. He wished he could see his smile.

“It’ll be ok.”

“It’s not ok, Rain.” It’ll never be ok again, he sobbed to himself.

His time was up.

As he drew away from everyone, he looked at all of them one last time, saving Dew for last. He tried to keep him in his vision until the last second, the portal swallowing him from his sight. He hated that the last thing he would see was Eidolon moving towards Dew to comfort him.

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“You have been summoned back to answer for your crimes against Ifrit Coal and Aether Lucent.” The sound of the key in the cell door was the last thing he heard before he broke down. Pain and grief his only companion in his exile. He was pretty sure that was what he deserved.

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spooky-something · 3 months

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What allegories (alcoholism, classism, social pressure/repression etc) do you prefer reading into The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde and what are your personal headcanons?

MAJOR SPOILERS TO ANYONE WHO HAS YET TO READ THE NOVELLA (Even though it's old as hell 💀💔)

When reading it, initially, definitely got a LOT of strong allegories for drug/substance use/abuse, which was definitely something fascinating, as we've seen it happen around us a lot of our life, and based on what we know, it really did fit a lot on how Jekyll acted during the story

However, the take of it being about things such as being transgender/homosexual, or social norms, or even the stigma on how neurotypical allistic people perceive neurodivergent (this is including everything besides ADHD, too, as I think people tend to forget any mental illness is part of neurodivergence, and not just ADHD) autistic people as "bad" or "savage" or all of these ableist stereotypes is a fascinating take we adore too, as it resonates with us a lot harder than substance use and addiction

Yet, I do truly believe the strongest and most accurate of the themes in the novella are in fact the ones referencing the aforementioned substance use/addiction/abuse, solely for the fact that Jekyll is able to recognize that this would be something he can control (unlike the other things we've mentioned) had he not began this, and that this thing he'd placed upon himself had actually caused severe damaged to all around him (not to mention himself)

Yet, since it snow balled so far that he has, essentially lost all control, it results, in the end, with him commiting suicide via overdose in hopes of preventing more damage (this could also be seen as him desperately needing a high that he ends up killing himself, although, that would be far different from what the text actually says)

To us, it just makes more sense this is the message than the other ones, though they're all fascinating takes

As for headcanons, I personally headcanon Jekyll as Aroace spec and gay, Hyde as Aroace entirely, Utterson as gay, and Lanyon and Poole as either either token straights or bisexuals

Honestly, kinda forgot the rest of the cast 💀

One thing that we don't really consider a headcanon, since it's not the message of the text at all, though something we just like, because it gives us comfort and a fraction of representation we don't have, is that Jekyll/Hyde are part of an OSDD-1B sys, and that the drug never really did anything, besides trigger out Hyde (and allow alternation of his body), who'd been there the entire time, and Jekyll just had no idea, because he had no memory of any sort of vivid trauma (courtesy of Hyde)

Also like to think Hyde isn't evil, because let's be honest... And old man and a young girl??? Those are like... The two most annoying types of people to deal with... Probably deserved it, dude /sat

I'd stamp them near or to death, too, dude... /J

But, yeah, would never truly say that they ARE an OSDD-1B system, since it's just not canon, but in my personal AU or whatever you wanna call it, they're a good representation system

Oh, also, Hyde is definitely a cry baby, that dude cries himself to sleep after losing anything ever, or dealing with the slightest insult, dude has a GLASS ego...

Some could even say that of a scientist's... /J /ref

#classic literature #gothic lit #gothic literature #classic lit #the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde #The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde #edward hyde #henry Jekyll #Mr. hyde #mr hyde #Dr. Jekyll #dr Jekyll

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theredrenard · 2 months

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Fic Title Ideas

I spent a good chunk of time sorting through my Spotify for fic title inspiration, and compiled a list of lyrics + their sources/links under the cut.

Fair warning, I did come up with these with a certain ship in mind so they’re specifically tailored to what was going through my mind at the time.

Enjoy, and keep being creative! 💛

Format: Lyric/Title "Song Title" Artist (Spotify link to song)

This list will be periodically updated as I find new lyrics

🌟.•*💫*•⭐️*~•.🌙.•~*⭐️•*💫*•.🌟

Can an angel fall past Hell? (Lived a life meant for someone else)

“Man Eater” Rivals (x)

No way out (You gave me light)

“On Accident” Nico Collins (x)

I swear (I only fell for you on accident)

“On Accident” Nico Collins (x)

Days like these, you wanna get away (Close our eyes, pretend we’re miles away)

“Thelma + Louise” Bastille (x)

They say that love is forever (Your forever is all that I need)

“Scene One - James Dean & Aubrey Hepburn” Sleeping With Sirens (x)

All my life I’ve been on my own (I used the light to guide me home)

“Stockholm Syndrome” One Direction (x)

You know what I’m thinking (See it in your eyes)

“Die for you” The Weeknd (x)

Open your eyes and see (The way our horizons meet)

“All of the stars” Ed Sheeran (x)

How do you fall in love? (Harder than a bullet could hit you)

“River” BRKN LOVE (x)

I know we only just met (So why do I feel invested?)

“Telephone” Waterparks (x)

I can be your best bet (Future favorite regret)

“Telephone” Waterparks (x)

I wanna kiss you every minute, every hour, every day (You got me in a spin but everything is a-okay)

“I Believe in a Thing Called Love” The Darkness (x)

My heart's in overdrive (You're behind the steering wheel)

“I Believe in a Thing Called Love” The Darkness (x)

A piece of you between my teeth (Keep me as a memory)

“Your Name” Artio (x)

So why do I still wake up, two in the morning (Cold sweat, screamin' your name)

“Why do I” Set It Off (x)

Screamin' my lungs out for you, not afraid to face it (I need you more than I want to)

“Shameless” Camila Cabello (x)

So many mornings I woke up confused (In my dreams, I do anything I want to you)

“Shameless” Camila Cabello (x)

There’s no hurry (Don’t you worry)

“Your man” Josh Turner (x)

I think I like you (Maybe more than I should)

“I think I like you” The Band CAMINO (x)

All my nights taste like gold (When I'm with you it's like everything glows)

“Waking up slow” Gabrielle Aplin (x)

I could rearrange (Would you do the same?)

“Waking up slow” Gabrielle Aplin (x)

It's like I never had a doubt (I love you like the sun came out)

“Waking up slow” Gabrielle Aplin (x)

I never thought I needed saving (I was right where I should be)

“What have I done” Dermot Kennedy (x)

Ever since the other night I've been thinking (About the way you smile golden)

“What have I done” Dermot Kennedy (x)

We were running in the dark (We were following our hearts)

“Falling Apart” Michael Schulte (x)

No grave can hold my body down (I’ll crawl home to [him]) *

“Work Song” Hozier (x)

*this lyric was changed from ‘her’ to ‘him’ to suit the ship I had in mind

If the Lord don't forgive me, I'd still have my baby (And my babe would have me)

“Work Song” Hozier (x)

I'm lost without you (A broken clock without you)

“Soft” Babygirl (x)

The world is ugly (But you're beautiful to me)

“The world is ugly” My Chemical Romance (x)

Blood on my shirt (Heart in my hand)

“Teeth” 5 Seconds of Summer (x)

I wish you were here (Won't you fall for me?)

“Fall for Me” Sleep Token (x)

I am yours to the end (Won't you fall for me?)

“Fall for Me” Sleep Token (x)

I don't wanna look at anything else (Now that I saw you)

“Daylight” Taylor Swift (x)

I don't wanna think of anything else (Now that I thought of you)

“Daylight” Taylor Swift (x)

Now that I saw you (I can never look away)

“Daylight” Taylor Swift (x)

I know l'm not the perfect lover (I can tell you love her)

“Lover” Plot Twist ft. Rose & Kennedy (x)

There's a space inside my mind (Where I keep on missing you)

“Missing You” The Vamps (x)

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encounter

02: who the hell was that?

contains suggestive actions, alcohol, i just kinda made them fuck and uh this is a flashback damn

Albedo did not arrive, forcing the Alhaitham to be left alone. It was not his first time being alone while he can hear the cheers of people from miles away. The swaying, the laughter.

Mondstadt is truly fascinating.

The people nearby him gave him alcohol to drink. It was strong, too strong for him really. But still, he was determined to walk and find sanctuary in the library at the headquarters as he avoided people like a plague. His ears were about to bleed.

The grey-haired drunk didn't know how he will get home, but in this moment none of that truly mattersd except for the short quest of going to the library.

He read once that they were sound-proof, or maybe that too was false information next to Albedo telling him that they will have a chat. He even brought a sage-green leather coat, his contact information and name in his left pocket, with him as the destination he should have went was Dragonspine.

Alhaitham hoped to have such an important correspondence and there he learned once again not to hope on anyone but himself.

Now it was too hot, too confusing. Now on the library he was now pinned down, all he feels is the warmth breath of an alcoholic but he did not see himself to be intimidated as the stranger's grip was wobbling away.

"Oh, thank the heavens above for that one." They let go of him and laid in the floor. His turquoise eyes wandered to them as he kept them company. "Miss Lisa will kill me if she knew I didn't do my remidial assignments and spent my time here."

They then eyed the stranger, now unpinned and free to leave, suspiciously.

"How about you?" Their gaze was that of pure curiousity that Alhaitham's shrewd nature disappeared. He was now sitting beside them and just staring at them blankly.

"I was ditched by this guy but not romantically though it was more of a intellectual discussion about the political differences of both our nations and most importantly the literature." he saw them almost sleep for after he said that.

"Boring! You're like that one Alhaitham guy in my class. You're in a party for fuck sake fave fun! But atleast they said he once bitch slapped a senior citizen and now dating this blonde chick called Kaveh. UNLIKE YOU!" They went out to sit, but just as they moved the head it simply bounced back right at them.

Alhaitham laughed. It was of drunk giggles and pure fun.

"And you shouldn't be here yourself." They groaned as a response. "Come here I'll help you up."

If his friends ever found out he did this, they will burst. But as the stranger sat alongside him, the sound of the party never felt this quiet.

"What should you do in a party?" He drank another shot.

"Dance?"

"No."

"Socialize?"

"No!"

"Have sex?"

Alhaitham stopped. Ok sure you were checking him up and all, but that WAS NOT A suggestion okay, it was just listing what to do in a party. Listing.

"I never did that."

"You do look like you never had sex." He nodded.

It was very bad to say that was the last memory he had of that night. He woke up, forgot his coat and maybe you'll never see him again.

Once he was off you then got out of the shadows to see him nowhere to be found. Atleast it was good. You eyed the designer coat and wore it yourself. You felt rich.

And as you twirl it and twirl it again something dropped on it's pocket.

"Is it money?" You mumbled and enthusiastically picked it up.

No it was not money, in fact it was the money.

encounter: prev. masterlist. next.

alhaitham x reader smau

synopsis: after alhaitham accepted to tutor his token dumb classmate, the whole school started rumors and gossip to the unknown reason as to why while you were stuck dealing with him after that embarrassing encounter.

taglist: @crowbird @annathea-annoona @aixaingela @mimimimiaphwsgi @winterpein

#genshin x reader #alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x gender neutral reader #genshin angst #genshin fanfic #genshin fluff #alhaitham x you #alhaitham smau #genshin alhaitham #genshin impact #genshin x you #genshin smau #4ggravate #college au

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thedarkheretic156 · 2 years

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IV_ Eternal Flame_IV

PARTS ❧ Mortals ❧ Death ❧ Sing ❧ Hunt ❧ Loss

TW: slight gore.

The old folklore of the east whispers of a terrible power. Wielded by a lone demigod, fated to walk through the eras the dark fires of hell dancing on her fingers. With no regard for human life, she was fated to be feared and worshipped. But fate is a bitch. Now cursed to be stripped of her powers and doomed to mortality she finds herself in the care of a sworn rival. The great Daiyoki of the west.

❧Hunt❧

I groaned into the grass. It was hot, unbelievably humid and I was bored out of my mind. The cicadas buzzed loudly around us as Rin and I sat making flower crowns from wildflowers. The act felt strange to me, I hadn't ever really stopped and bothered to look at flowers. Much less play with them. But the child seemed to have found curiosity in everything.

Rin sat among a patch of violet-blue flowers, thin fingers wrapping flower tendrils into delicate braids. She looked so content just doing that. I wondered what it would be to feel that at peace. I sighed, throwing a clump of grass in the air. "Rin?" I asked, "Do you want to go hunt?"

Rin's humming stopped, "Hunt?"

I shrugged, "or anything else really, I could teach you how to spar." "I don't like to fight," Rin replied meekly, setting the flower crown down. "I don't think I could hurt anyone." She said, shuddering as if repressing a bad memory.

I frowned. "Just because you can wield a sword doesn't mean you have to hurt people," I replied. "The choice remains with the master, not the weapon."

I arched my back, the laziness of the humid evening weighing down on me. "You're human. You're a woman. The world will be harder on you." even as I spoke, I wondered why I cared all of a sudden.

A small voice rang in my head, what does it matter? A human child, bound to death, what good could a blade bring to her life?

Rin shook her head, "I have lord Sesshomaru to keep me safe." She said smiling, I rolled my eyes.

"And master Jaken, and Ah-un." The child continued in a sing-song manner, "And now~" she added, "I have you too." My half-lidded eyes flew open, shocked more by the brazen coincidence of the words. Wei, the real Wei, had said the same thing. Grinning her beautiful smile, so bright it rivaled sacred fire burning behind her.

And what had happened to her?

I felt myself grimace at the old memory. And then, even after all that, I had just let her die.

10 more days. I counted down. 10 more suns before the feast of Manna, could I even stay near her after that? Can I see through the belief the human child had put in me? Something dark settled in me. Rin placed the finished flower crown on my head. "All done!" she announced, "You look so pretty!" she said clapping her hands.

Not this one. I thought, promising it to whatever wretched deity that was listening. I won't fail this one too. The dusk settled in, painting the sky a beautiful auburn, against the vast sky, Rin's frame gleamed with life. The soft scent of wildflowers clung to her palms. For the first time Y/n, felt peaceful. But she hadn't just realized it yet. Not quite yet.

You are going soft, daughter of the hills.

I jerked up, sitting around wallowing in thoughts was doing nothing.

"Rin," I said. I needed to do something about my boredom, "what do you think about having Pork for dinner?"

"This feels like a bad idea." Rin said sheepishly, "We could always just eat the fish lord Jaken got for us." She said shuffling hesitantly. I grunted, "take this as a small token of advice Rin, never settle for alms from someone, when you can get better things by yourself." I strapped Mrutunjai to Ah-un's saddle, patting the fire-demons snout. He huffed in response lowering one of his heads for a pat.

"But your wounds-" Rin continued, "I don't think you should hunt until they are completely healed, and its already dark, what I lord Sesshomaru finds out-"

I looked at the young girl and grinned. Rin felt a rush of warmth as the cockiest smile laced the older female's face. There was truly something different about her she couldn't fathom. At times like these when she smiled, Rin would feel as though the woman should have been born with razor-sharp fangs.

I pushed my long braid over my shoulder, "Let Onee-san handle this." Th further we walked into the forest the more nervous Rin grew. I knew all she could think about was how Sesshomaru wouldn't approve of their little exercise. But right now I couldn't care less, the Daiyokai and Jaken couldn't be seen since morning. These two would just wander away without any explanation, expecting us to stay put like good little humans and I was far over it.

Having to wait around for them to return to do anything was getting on my nerves. The frustration seeped into my steps as I angrily strode forward. Ah-un at my heels. The overhead canopy grew thicker and Ah-un grunted. He seemed to have spotted something. I narrowed my eyes, scanning the pitch darkness of the forest before us, there was a faint twitch and I grinned, "Good boy" I whispered to the fire demon.

I pulled on his reins and the fire demon stopped, Rin peeked out from his saddle, "What's wrong?" I motioned her to stay quiet and slipped Mrutyunjai off the saddle. I gave her a departing wink and patted one of Ah-uns heads. In an unspoken command, one fire demon to another, Ah-un understood perfectly, leaping gracefully into the midnight sky. Taking Rin away at a comfortable distance from the hunt site. I leaned against my sword, warming my human body for what was to come. An undeniable thrill went down my spine as I wrapped my fingers around the familiar hilt. Usually her blade would have roared to life, quivering with bloodlust. But right now it felt dead in my hands. I adjusted my stance. No time to mope over that now. I locked my eyes on the beast, hiding perfectly with the stripped brown trees around the undergrowth. Mud flies buzzed around, and the beast's ear flick was the only sign I needed to charge. The boar noticed, obviously. At the first crunch of the dry leaves under my foot, the monstrous beast burst out of its hiding place. Plowing chunks of earth with its upturned tusks on its snout. The bellow sent birds flying from all directions.

My speed was drastically low, the human body alien to any kind of fighting, I had lost so much strength, I needed both my hands to hold up my own sword. But my mind hadn't forgotten the eons of harsh training. The demon instinct honned over the years and just the pure thrill of drawing blood took over completely. The boar charged at me, I steadied the blade in my hand and waited, just a little closer now. I dropped to my kneed, wringing the wicked blade with me, slicing through the beast's front legs. The animal's scream rang through the forest, the crimson blood splattering everywhere. The wound tipped it off its balance, slamming head first into the trunk of a wide mahogany.

Good. I thought It was a clean cut through its legs not powerful to dismantle the limb but enough to send its balance for a toss. The splatter of blood had already covered one side of my face. Out of habit, I stuck my tongue out and tasted it. The metallic taste of blood sent shivers down my spine. More.

I needed more.

It charged again, and dashed towards me, its wounded legs buckling, the upturned tusks narrowly missed my torso as I slashed the sword across its eyes. If I still had my ayakashi body I would have just let the beast crash into me, it would have been a blow I could take easily. But now I had to dodge even the lightest attack, one mistake and it would smash me up against the bark of a tree. Well, it just made it that much more thrilling.

The beast now half blind squirmed before me in a panic frenzy. I pulled mrutyunjai up, my arms shaking with excitement and exhaustion. And charged again. It continued to scream in agony as I sliced through it, evading the tusks and curved hoofs. My blows were clean yet ruthless, chopping off the beast's hind legs, ears, and chunks of its snout before allowing it to die. I growled giving the final blow, sinking the blade hilt-deep into its heart. The beast spluttered out more blood before finally falling silent.

I drew the sword from the corpse and Ah-un and Rin descended down. I kneeled down beside the beast pressing my palm against its snout. "king of beasts, slain in sport, slain in hunger, I bow down for your sacrifice." I whispered out in the old tongue, a prayer my clan spoke after every kill.

Rin's pale face popped out of the saddle again, "is-is it d-dead?" she whispered, there was a queasy look to her face like she was going to be sick. I tried to stand up, but my knees gave away. The little hunt seemed to have taken a massive toll on my human body. I doubled over, the world before me spinning. Rin squealed, running towards me at once, I felt her thin arms around me as she spoke, "are you okay? You're hurt aren't you?!" She wailed out, "I knew this would happen I knew -"

I opened my mouth to reassure her but a familiar croak beat me to it. "THERE THEY ARE!" Jaken's strained voice called out, "M-master Jaken-" Rin started, but the toad demon was fuming. Fuming.

I had no strength left to retaliate. Fuck I was worn. There was no breath left in me and my whole body shook from exhaustion. I dropped to the ground, pushing back blood-slick hair from my face.

"UNGRATEFUL HUMANS BOTH OF YOU" he screamed at us, "Going off alone at night, into the forest, without any courtesy of even ASKING your Master Lord Sesshomaru! you have no right!" he continued, "No right to wander off on your own, NO RIGHT- not when Lord Sesshomaru has so generously taken your useless self under his wing-" his gaze pinned on Rin, still smoldering with anger. And I wasn't going to take that.

"We went on a hunt." I explained simply, reigning in the tide of anger rolling in.

He pointed a green finger at me, "I knew it was a bad idea to take you in." He snarled. "There wasn't any use for another dead weight troublemaker here-

"Load the beast on the saddle," I told him softly. There was a long period of silence that followed before Jaken went red with rage, "Only Lord Sesshomaru can command me. He boomed shaking with anger, "you filthy, low-life, undignified-

"Rin." My voice was pure venom. I had just about enough of these insults, "How about we have frog legs for dinner as well?" I asked murderously, The intent to kill seeped into my tone. For a moment I completely forgot who I was and who the goblin in front of me was. I just wanted to kill again. Draw blood. I felt the trance take over me. I flicked out my tongue tasting the thick, boar blood caking my face. More. Cut its throat. A death-like whisper spoke in my head.

Skin it alive. Another whispered.

More. They sang in unison. More.

I felt myself raising Mrutyunjay again-

"Jaken."

The cold voice snapped me back to reality. I blinked realizing what just had happened, the trance wore off as soon as it had appeared. The bloodthirsty voices faded out as if someone had flipped a switch. The thought that I would have struck Jaken down, right in front of Rin made me shudder.

Anger, daughter of the hills, if you don't leash your temper it'll run you over.

I looked up to see Sesshomaru toss the beast onto Ah-uns back. His amber eyes flashed towards me. Molten gold. My human blood quivered, making my teeth clatter. My mortality itself recoiled from pure daunt, as my survival instincts kicked in. I was standing in front of something so much more powerful than my human self. He called it back, tearing the cold unreadable eyes off my figure. I knew more than well what he was doing, a silent warning, using one's ayakashi aura to suppress the weaker species.

A reminder of who really the daiyokai here was. He turned away wordlessly, taking Jaken with him. His long silver hair faded into the canopy as Rin helped her on her feet.

"Lord Sesshomaru is just upset." She promised her weakly, "He won't let you go though, so you don't worry, I'll talk to him-" the child continued, giving me well-meaning yet rather empty words of reassurance.

It was clear he wanted me and Rin to return on our own with Ah-un. I pulled myself onto Ah-un's saddle weakly, before pulling Rin up as well.

Her heart and mind were still racing as they leaped into the night sky. The standoff with the daiyokai had sent her human body reeling with fear. But her ayakashi mind had felt it differently. The burn of his gaze, the way his aura had encased her threateningly, her ayakashi mind had felt it at its core. It had been just as powerful, yet not daunting. It was something else that has stunned her into silence, something else entirely. For her ayakashi mind, it was arousing.

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I can't wait to make it a smut already, but we need more plot. T8T

#sesshomaru #reader x sesshomaru #inuyasha fanfiction #inuyasha #anti sessrin #lord sesshoumaru #sesshomaru x reader

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greenyvertekins · 8 months

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Replaying Frontiers to get back in practice and got to tbe scene where Sonic's friends sacrifice themselves to bring him back and... wow. That is still corny as hell, but it also made me think of another time when Sonic had been put into a state of death where his friends had to bring him back. Sonic 06.

And... honestly? I think that, in spite of the bugs and that one scene, 06 did it better. For one thing you a timely play as Sonic's friends and work to bring him back, rather than do the corny handholding and pleading with him just to come back. There's an actual explanation. Sure, the portion if the game probably still SUCKED because it is 06 and 06's game play is like throwing every glitch and the kitchen sink you can think of together and trying to hold it together with nothing but some bubblegum and paper clips... but story wise it was a good plot beat.

I'm hoping that, eith the update, they fix that for Frontiers. Because my only real complaint with Frontiers is... well... the last 2 Islands like ksot other people

I totally agree about '06 being more involved. They made you struggle to bring Sonic back. It's just a shame that his death in itself was so anti climactic. If it were up to me, I'd have Mephiles aim at Elise knowing Sonic would jump in to take the bullet. That'd accomplish three things at once;

1 - Showing Mephiles' utter bastardy. 2 - Depicting Sonic's selflessness. 3 - Achieving the release of Iblis.

I also agree that the way Sonic's state in Frontiers was handled fumbled the ball. It undermines all of the suffering he went through when he's effectively cured in less than five minutes after succumbing. I'd like to have seen the first part of Ouranos having Amy, Knuckles and Tails playable, collecting memory tokens (Shaped like blue stars of course.) to stabilize Sonic.

#Verte's asks #opinion #SONIC '06 #Sonic Next Gen #Sonic Frontiers

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duhragonball · 1 year

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Dragon Ball GT 35

✨GT Stands for Glibly Ticklish✨

All right, so finally, finally, Goku’s a Super Saiyan 4. It took us more than half the series to get here, but-- Oh, shit, they’re making us do this part over again. Dammit.

Seriously, what the fuck was this part even for?

Why are we seeing both versions of Goku? What does this mean? Why isn’t Oozaru Goku here? And baby Goku?

Let’s just skip ahead to when Mr. Satan feels him up. What do you think Super Saiyan 4 body hair feels like, you guys? I have no idea what primate hair feels like... well, maybe I do, since I’m a primate, but I’m not sure this applies here.

I’m gonna say it’s like a cat’s belly. Maybe not all Super Saiyan 4′s, but definitely Goku, since he’s a good boy. Satan seem to enjoy the feel of it.

Back at Baby’s base, he demands to know how Goku pulled off that Great Ape fom, and why he couldn’t do it too. Bulma reminds him that Vegeta’s body doesn’t have a tail. Shouldn’t Baby already be familiar with how this works. He seems to have memories of the Saiyan-Tuffle War, but even if he didn’t, he has access to all of Vegeta’s memories, and Vegeta understood the Oozaru transformation inside and out.

Never mind that shit! Here comes Mongo Goku!

So they fight, and Goku just lets Baby hit him for a while, because I don’t know anymore. In the base he said he’d never forgive Baby, or that he’d make him pay for all of this, but now he’s just like “Sure, beat me up, I’ve got plenty of time.”

Baby goes for a Revenge Death Ball (his third in this series), and Goku just stands there and lets it hit him.

Maybe this is a first for the Dragon Ball franchise? At least for good guys, I mean. Normally, even in a complete mismatch, the stronger fighter will still make some token effort to defend against the attack. Like, remember when Goku hit Frieza with that 20x Kaio-ken Kamehameha? Frieza still held out his hand to block it. Even Super Buu would contort his body to avoid energy blasts. But here, Goku just keeps his arms down and takes it.

But I don’t see the point of doing this. Goku isn’t getting paid by the hour, and it’s not like Baby is threatening to do terrible things to the Earth’s population. He’s already done them. Hell, he hit Pan a few episodes back. Oh, and he blasted both of Goku’s sons.

So Goku starts going on the offensive, but not really, because I’m pretty sure he could kill Baby in two seconds if he wanted to. Baby reminds him that every blow he takes is hurting Vegeta, and Goku reminds Baby that Vegeta can take it. Besides, fuck Vegeta. We’re gonna start worrying about him now? Maybe he should have thought about that when he let Cell become perfect.

Anyway, while Goku beats up Baby, Bulma sets up satellite dishes on the tower she’s in, and uses them to reflect the light reflected from the Earth and focus it directly at Baby. Saiyans require a specific intensity of light at a certain wavelength in order to trigger the ape transformation. When the light reaches their eyes, it activates something in their tails. But Bulma believes that if she amplifies the light enough, then it’ll work on Vegeta’s body, even without a tail.

Baby isn’t entirely sold on her plan, but Goku starts charging up a Kamehameha to finish him off, so Bulma goes for it while she still has the chance.

And I kind of like this aspect of the Tuffleization concept. For the most part, it’s not all that different from the Black Water Mist, except the infected victims still retain enough individuality to pull stunts like these. We kind of saw this earlier when Gohan, Goten, and Trunks tried to help Baby against Uub, even though he didn’t want them to do that. They were too worried about his safety to hold back.

But those guys have nothing to offer Baby in that regard, since he’s stronger than they are. Bulma, on the other hand, has abilities that he doesn’t. While he’s wondering how to turn into a giant ape, she’s already field testing a device to make it happen. And while Bulma would have waited for his order under different circumstances, in this case she’s so afraid for his life that she just jumped at the chance.

The thing is, Baby might have been better off running and hiding. I had been meaning to ask this question for a while now: “Why didn’t Baby just try to possess Goku’s body during this fight?” Well, this episode answers my question. He might have been planning to do exaxctly that, but Bulma stopped him before he could try.

And that is kind of interesting. These infected Earthlings are Baby’s slaves, but their devotion to Baby can lead to situations where they can sometimes work against him. I’m not sure there’s a lot you can do with that in a story like this, but it’s something to think about.

And it works. Baby turns into a giant golden ape, just like Goku was in the last episode, only he’s somehow stronger than Goku this way. So I guess Baby could still try to take over Goku’s body, but now it doesn’t look like he needs to.

✨Positivity Page✨

I gotta say, Evil Tuffle Bulma is really showing me something here.

✨”Good” “Ideas”, Poorly Executed✨

All right, let’s talk about Super Saiyan 4.

First and foremost, SSJ4 is not an idea. They just wanted Goku to have a new transformation, and so they just took SSJ3 and added 1. That’s all they did. This is no different from some kid who draws a picture of Goku with bat wings and green skin and calls it Super Saiyan 12. There’s a character design, and there’s a number, but there’s not an idea.

To be fair, Super Saiyans 2 and 3 are not really ideas either. The ideas were the story elements that were connected to those forms when they were introduced. Gohan was going to tap into his “hidden power” while maxed out as a Super Saiyan, and they needed a convenient way to show how much he had changed, so he went beyond a Super Saiyan to become something else. That’s the idea behind Super Saiyan 2.

Later, Goku teased a new form he had discovered that promised to go one step further beyond the form Gohan had achieved. That’s not the idea, though, The idea was that Goku had this “Super Saiyan 3″ form, and it didn’t work. He used it on Buu, everyone thought it would save the day, except he couldn’t get the job done. It was a plot device used to explain why the heroes had to rely on Fusion, or the Elder Kai’s magic, or Vegeta’s Spirit Bomb plan, in order to win. The Buu Saga was all about subverting the idea of one warrior rising up to defeat the bad guy. And the only way to subvert that idea was to have one warrior rise up and use his ultimate form and lose. That’s what Super Saiyan 3 was about.

The idea behind Super Saiyan 4 is just “Well, we need another transformation. What if we stacked Oozaru on top of vanilla Super Saiyan?” And I don’t have a huge problem with Toei doing that, but it’s pretty weak, if you asked me. There’s not really a theme behind Goku’s Super Saiyan 4 form. He doesn’t awaken it through despair or anger, and it doesn’t have any obvious weaknesses like Super Saiyan 3.

Here’s my controversial take: They could have done this exact same story, beat for beat, and not even introduced Super Saiyan 4. Instead, they could have had the Elder Kai cook up a way for Goku to turn into an adult and stabilize the SSJ3 for he already had. Hell, tug on his ass with pliers, do the Golden Ape bit, have him taste Pan’s tears if that’s what you really want, but instead of him shrinking back down into a Super Saiyan 4, he could turn into an adult Super Saiyan 3 instead, without the drain on his stamina.

And look, that wouldn’t be as much fun as introducing a new form. I get it. The thing is, anybody can draw a new form for Goku. For years, people have been drawing the SSJ4 design with different color hair and fur, and calling that a new form. Or they’ll put SSJ3 hair on the SSJ4 body. It’s all cosmetic, past a point.

And there’s a lot of fans that thought Super Saiyan 3 was taking it too far. I disagree, but I see their point, as I always found SSJ4 a bridge too far. Then again, I’ve always been skeptical of new transforms in Dragon Ball until I’ve had a chance to see them in action. But I’ve watched GT enough times to have gotten used to SSJ4, and I’ve never really warmed up to it. And why?

I think Baby going Golden Ape has a lot to do with it. Toei spent five episodes building up to Super Saiyan 4, and they couldn’t even let Goku have one episode to properly show it off. He gets in a few hits and suddenly Baby pulls out a transformation of his own to even the playing field.

This starts a troubling pattern that plays out over the rest of the series. Goku uses SSJ4 against Super 17 and loses. He uses it against the Shadow Dragons (well, some of them, anyway), but it’s always touch and go in those fights. And Omega Shenron fights two SSJ4′s and survives.

It’s funny, because there’s this mystique of Super Saiyan 4, where it’s like this secret unbeatable transformation, but GT, the series that pioneered the form, is the one that does the most to tarnish its reputation. Honestly, I think the video games were what made it cool, because you unlock that power and Goku’s stats go wild. But in GT, it never really seems to matter that much.

And that shouldn’t come as much of a surprise, because GT never seemed very enthusiastic about Super Saiyans before. Goku and Trunks used SSJ1 only sparingly. Goku used SSJ3 twice against baby, and we’ve yet to see SSJ2 used at all. This show kept playing fast and loose with the “rules” of Super Saiyan forms, leading to situations where it doesn’t really matter what form Goku uses when he fights. And with that kind of attitude, it’s no wonder that Super Saiyan 4 would have a hard time getting a footing in this story.

Design-wise, I’ve never been taken with it. I don’t like the dull-yellow pants, and the hair and body fur just seem silly to me. And yet, I can’t deny the impact. You can’t look away from this guy. He commands your attention, much the same way the other forms did. And I can respect that they wanted to get away from the yellow hair and green eyes. There really wasn’t much further to go in that direction. I just think a different color scheme might have been more pleasing to the eye. Maybe make the fur match the hair. And for the love of Pete, let Goku have his orange pants back.

✨Is this episode worse than “The Roaming Lake”?✨

This is an historic episode because it debuts a new form, but it also flubs the debut by having Bulma trump it with a better form. And I think it’s absolutely stupid how Goku just lets it all happen. He spends a good chunk of the fight just standing around, letting Baby take free shots, and letting Baby talk to Bulma. I know Goku gets this way when he’s got the advantage over his opponent, but this just takes the problem to an absurd degree. This episode is worse.

✨The Blade Braxton Memorial Haiku*✨

How’d his pants grow back?

Oh! Coffee grinder magic?

Was that the secret?

#dragon ball #dragon ball gt #really sucks #2023dbapocryphaliveblog #goku #baby #pan #mister satan #bulma #*haiku does not come with crown as illustrated

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What’s your ranking of the doctors

it's very basic due to my very disjointed and lacking exposure to showa dr who which i must fix soon. so:-

9 and 10 are what i grew up with so between the insane nostalgia and the actually insane quality of the writing (not biased not biased) they are my favourites. it's really hard to go wrong with an ageless god who lost his people rediscovering the beauty of the universe through the eyes of ordinary people

11 much like his seasons i'm very mixed on; i like a lot of his series 5 stuff where there was a fairytale theming going on and they started to make him much more genuinely alien and detached from humanity compared to how 9 and 10 could literally just feel like dudes (not a bad thing either way, either option is an interesting portrayal for different reasons) and they started to confront his morality and influence in series 6 and 7, but a fair bit of it falls flat for me. series 7 eleventh doctor in particular i really dislike i found him annoying to watch

12 is slowly becoming my favourite. everything i just said about 11's best traits being when he's written as truly alien and engaging with the ideas of his influence on the universe and the morality involved? 12 is all that in fucking HYPERDRIVE and it has a lot of charm and a much higher feeling of genuine honesty to it when he is portrayed as an actual old man with a lot of anger and sarcasm to how he does things; which of course also harkens back to doctor who's beginnings and provides a very sharp contrast to the other 3 main doctors since the revival. Very strong case for being my favourite

13. sigh. oh 13. where did it all go wrong girl. it's difficult to say anything about her because i don't think they ever truly landed on a solid characterisation or vision for her; and much of it feels like nostalgia-pandering David Tennant tablescraps and the most severe militant inaction ever put to television, with a very lacking performance which i absolutely cannot blame Jodie for because I don't know what the hell I'd do with those scripts either. I REALLY wish I could say something like "even if I didn't like this era I at least have fond memories of 13 herself" but tragically I think she's the worst doctor there's ever been and it's absolutely criminal

Fugitive/Ruth, conversely, I actually really liked what was shown of her and like many at the time I felt she was a far more compelling Doctor than 13 and the one I'd rather be following! It's a bit harder to go back to her now you know it's setting up the timeless child nonsense but for a single episode, wow; I really do wish this is what we got

War I really liked; I think if you are genuinely going to show the time war and do a story about it this was the best path to go and is a great transition between classic and modern doctors. Really solid bash at it

7 I really love what I've seen of. Token classic doctor mention here but I have seen a fair bit of him and I really am in love with his whole mysterious gait and have been for over a decade

I generally like all the others but haven't seen enough to really say anything on (i have seen the TV movie but ages ago). I really like 3's vibes!

14 is a fascinating decision and I'm looking forward to seeing where they go with him

15 IS GOING FUCKING CRAZY RN I NEED HIS RUN TO BE SO REAL YOU HAVE NO IDEA

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I got bored so I filled out a HuniePop 2 data sheet for my favorite MtR poly ship.

Yes. There are more. But for now, Neil. Below the image, I wrote out what I thought the dialogue would be after you ask him. (Including the baggage + its effects!)

Drink: "Just plain old water is fine for me. Other stuff doesn't really sit right in my stomach." Ice Cream Flavor: "Aw man, you're gonna make me choose? I love ice cream! I guess if I had to pick one I liked the most... Chocolate!" Music Genre: "Pretty much anything with loud guitars and drums. So, I'll just say rock." Movie Genre: "Call me a nerd all you want, but I love learning new things about random subjects from documentaries." Online Activity: "Eh... I don't really do much online. If I am online, I'm usually watching videos before I go to bed." Phone App: "The music player is enough for me. It plays my music to help keep me focused on my work, so it gets the job done." Type of Exercise: "I started going on night jogs a couple of months ago. It's really refreshing running through the cold night air." Outdoor Activity: "I sit on my butt and lounge in garden. I was never an outdoors-y type person..." Theme Park Ride: "I'm too much of a wuss to go on most of the rides... If my family is at a theme park, you'll find me in the lazy river." Friday Night: "I'm usually so pooped out by the end of my work week that I just flop right into bed and proceed to sleep for ten hours..." Sunday Morning: "Weekend mornings are when I get cozy and catch up on my shows." Weather: "I like the rain. It's very calming." Holiday: "Oh, um... I don't really like the holidays. Too many negative memories associated with them..." Pet: "Dogs! We have one right now! He's the only dog in the park without contacts, ha ha!" School Subject: "How the hell are you even asking me that?! Science! Duh!" Place to Shop: "When I was younger, I'd spend my free time in the school library to escape my bullies. I could spend hours in a cozy bookstore now." Trait in Partner: "I'm really happy I found someone who loves me, and accepts me for who I am. Flaws and all..." Own Body Part: "Who thinks about that kinda stuff? Besides... there's nothing special about my body anyway." Sex Position: "...um... Don't judge, but I like doggy style. But, uh... I like to, y'know... be on the bottom..." Porn Category: "Oh. Wow, okay. That is certainly a question... Well, I've never seen anything crazy... so normal? Wait, isn't that just called vanilla? Vanilla. Final answer."

Baggage Neil: "Hey... just wondering. Do you plan on sticking around?" YN: "Maybe. Why do you ask?" Neil: "I don't know... I guess I'm just making sure I don't get hurt. You know, I wasn't adopted until I was twelve. Even after all these years, I still feel like one day, they're gonna leave me. I know that couldn't be farther from the truth, believe me! But sometimes, when I'm away on business trips, I feel... alone. I don't wanna be abandoned again..." Abandonment Issues - Cornelius will drain 5% of the Total Affection goal every time you switch your focus away from him.

Neil: "Sorry if this is a little personal... but how many people have you, uh... well, y'know... How many people did you do it with?" YN: "I don't really keep track of that sort of thing... but believe me, I've been around." Neil: "Wow... I don't think I could EVER do that! Ha ha! Maybe I'm just a sap, but it takes me a while to let somebody see that side of me. Hey! No problem if that's what you wanna do! I just like to take things a little slower." Old Fashioned - For the first 15 moves of the date, Sexuality Token matches directed at Cornelius will cause him to become upset.

Neil: "I just got wind that one of the inventions we've been working on in the lab failed on them... AGAIN. Ugh, that thing has given us nothing but trouble, I swear..." YN: "Why don't you try working on something else?" Neil: "Uh uh! Don't start with me with that talk! I ain't gonna hear it. I didn't get to where I am now by giving up! I WILL make this invention work. I just have to find another solution." Stubborn - Cornelius will refuse to accept any date gifts until he has at least 40% Passion.

HUNIEPOP AND MEET THE ROBINSONS ARE MY COMFORT THINGS, OKAY?! DON'T JUDGE ME.

Franny... Michael... Lizzy...

#rosey rambles #meet the robinsons #cornelius robinson #huniepop 2 #i got bored #comfort post

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DSAF Headcanons

So these are some headcanons and theories that I have but don’t feel like are as concrete as my other theories and are mostly based on interpretation. However I am aware head canons are popular to have and share so I will share mine.

spoilers.

Dave used to be more inhuman looking, but either he removed his more inhuman features to fit in more, or Henry removed them as a sort of test. I think it’s possible he may have at one point had sharper claws, and fangs, and possibly a tail, but these were removed. The reason I think this is because he’s implied to have been treated far worse for his appearance when he was a child than in the present day. Sure this could be a time period thing, but that would take the public in general growing more accustomed to whatever he is, and I don’t think that’s likely given that it’s heavily implied that there’s not anything else around like him, at least not that anyone knows about. So I think that Dave started to cover up or remove any major inhuman traits he could. He of course couldn’t cover all of them, as some were traits that were so distinct that they couldn’t be disguised, such as his missing facial features, scales, and complete lack of any hair follicles anywhere in his body. However I think he cut off his tail, dulled his teeth and claws, and intentionally tends to keep his neck as short as he can keep it most of the time to deal with less persecution.

To get through the Dave theories, Dave has an attention seeking disorder that he developed to cope with his terrible childhood. It’s likely since he was so aware of how unwanted he was, and likely suffered intense abuse at the hands of Henry, and potentially strangers who thought he was some kind of monster because of how he looked, he developed attention seeking behaviours later in life. This makes a lot of sense with his actions in the game. Because he’s far from just sociopathic and a little weird, sure he is and that’s part of it, but Dave does some specifically weird things. For instance he occasionally stretches out his neck to incredible lengths seemingly to get attention. He does weird things like using a string of sausages for murders even though he’s been at this a long time and should know better than to joke around like that. He constantly flirts with Jack, and while that is clearly because of his crush, it’s kind of a weird thing in my opinion to do so blatantly and publicly with someone you hardly know. On top of that he does a lot of drugs and has sex with a lot of hookers, which seems like escapism to me, and perhaps the hookers might also be because he feels like he could never get attention from anyone who he doesn’t pay to do it, and he’s willing to take what he can get. It also explains why he still behaves obsessively and even slightly romantically when Jack DOESN’T take his side, because to Dave all attention is good attention. It’s a clear coping mechanism and a cry for help and it I think might be a severe mental issue he has never been treated for as no one has ever really cared about him enough to both notice and get him help. It also explains his codependency on Henry despite how Henry treats him, Henry doesn’t ignore him and that’s good enough for Dave.

Jack is only wearing makeup on his face, the rest of it is paint and jaundice. The reason I think this is because I don’t think there’s any way in hell that Jack could earn or steal enough money to buy enough orange makeup to cover his body every day, and I doubt he has the time or patience to do it every day. I think that Jack covers most of his body in orange paint, and his face, and other places that are seen a lot, in makeup, so that he’s still got his body coloured, but isn’t spending quite as much time, energy, or money on this. Also because Jack isn’t even getting paid. He only earns tokens and I don’t think very many stores accept those.

After regaining his memories, Peter got really into scrapbooking and journaling. Due to a fear of losing his identity again he decided to try to protect it via scrapbooking and journaling almost obsessively. This is self explanatory as to why it makes sense.

Henry was actually a surgeon before losing his medical license, not a doctor. The reason I think this makes sense is because Henry is oddly good at a lot of surgeries, Dave being evidence of this. Henry not only manages to “safely” remove many organs, but also remove only small portions of brain tissue at a time, indicating experience in surgery. On top of that certain mental conditions tend to help with certain career paths, for surgeons, being narcissistic is actually really helpful to the job because it makes the narcissist believe they are more capable than they are, and in a roundabout way becomes more capable due to a decrease in self doubt and stress during medical procedures. We know for a fact Henry is a narcissist based on lines of dialogue in which he claims to be the hero, or the protagonist. This is just speculation but it makes more sense that he’d be an actual surgeon than just a doctor to me given what he’s been shown to do and the fact that I think he’d be genuinely very good at it.

Blackjack cannot change forms. This sounds stupid because of course he can, he chose to be a dog, right? Yeah that’s kinda why I don’t think he can. He takes the form of his childhood dog and I don’t understand why he’d do that. What does that do for him? It makes him less recognizable. He thinks of himself as the true Jack, yet he takes the form of his own dog, not Jack. I can’t see him willingly doing this. I think it’s more likely he’s stuck in this form by accident as it may have been a form he accidentally took when he first died, and then couldn’t get out of and decided to work with.

All undead characters have not physically aged since their original deaths. The reason I think this could be possible is because in DSAF it’s made clear that the possessed bodies ARE animate corpses, and why would a corpse continue to age? This explains quite a bit, for instance why Steven and Peter look how they do, and why Jack isn’t ever mentioned in the third game for being as old as he is at that point. The only thing that doesn’t fit this is that Dave has wrinkles in the tapes, but I think this might just be a species thing as he is reptilian and they do tend to be slightly wrinkly at times.

Dave survived so well on the streets because of what he is. I believe he has a lot of reptile features, and those may have ironically saved his life. Namely I think his potentially being cold blooded, may have allowed him to hibernate when it got too cold to survive, and his scales may have stopped someone from killing him by making him more immune to being cut or bludgeoned. This is entirely theoretical, but if he is like a reptile to this degree his reptile features are as intense as I theorize they may be.

Henry is not alone in the void, but there was no voidsona thingy in there with him. The only mention of something like this is in a short story by Doggo, but it’s notable that this creature he meets is not in the void, rather in the death void he is sent to after the good ending of the third game. He also behaves like he’s never seen one before so no, myth busted, he was not in there with a void creature. So what do I mean that he wasn’t alone? So if the void is so accessible to black souls like Blackjack to drag people to, does it really make sense Henry is the only person to ever be sent there? My theory is that there are other people like Henry wandering around somewhere. While he technically wasn’t alone, he never met anyone else aside from Blackjack, meaning his mental health is probably nonexistent.

Steven regains his memories when he moves on to the afterlife. It doesn’t make sense to me that they’d still be gone, so he regains all his memory of his past life.

Dee was a black soul, not a clear one. It’s implied that Henry did something more than just kill her, and while children’s souls usually come out clear, whatever he did turned her into a black soul. I think this because unlike the other souls that until Dee’s presence were just confused and in pain, Dee actually acted on her anger. She made the other animatronics aggressive, she could apparently whisper to patrons, and if I recall, she broke things. Not really things the other child souls were said to have done. In fact, the only other soul in the series that isn’t a tulpa that has been shown to be able to interact with the real world like this is Blackjack, who is in fact, a black soul.

Blackjack was not only visible to Jack. The reason I think this is because of the shadow Doggo drawing. This drawing’s existence implies that the children can see him, and draw him.

Dave’s mechanical skills are purely physical and simply a talent, he does not actually have an education on the topic, he’s just good at it. Dave spent literally all of his saved up money on the diner, meaning he probably never went to college, and I’d be shocked if he even went to elementary school. We do know he can read, but I think he learned in the orphanage or from Henry being frustrated he couldn’t, we know he can because he texts Jack. Although I don’t think he understands math. He’s just good at robots, it doesn’t mean he’s smart, he’s just good at it. We know Dave is an idiot so to be as good at blueprints as he is with absolutely no way he has a formal education on the matter, Dave is just really really good at robotics.

Fredbear isn’t dead, just recovering. I find it highly unlikely Legacy would be able to kill a tulpa so easily. I think he’s just very damaged and slowly recovering.

Legacy’s face is torn. Legacy opens his mouth entirely differently from every other character, more wide than open, which looks to me like he probably tore the skin of his face to be able to form this smile.

#dsaf #dayshift at freddy's #headcanon #dsaf dave #dsaf henry #dsaf old sport #dsaf jack #dsaf blackjack #dsaf dee #dsaf steven #dsaf phone guy #dsaf peter

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