#but kill a few humans suddenly it’s edgy

[loserrofthecentury]

I never want to see another skybound take again, cause most of it is just “Starscream is so sadistic and malicious for no reason, he’s so bloodthirsty” HE ALWAYS HAS BEEN? HE’S BEEN A PIECE OF SHIT SINCE HIS ORIGINAL INCEPTION? Read some other tf media than idw for once oh my goddddddd

It’s so frustrating cause the main reason I like Starscream in Skybound is because he’s treated less like comedic relief but like. An actual threat. But people hate it because for reason they figured out Starscream wasn‘t a nice character?

Also, and I feel like it’s very obvious, but Starscream is meant to contrast optimus?

#transformers #transformers skybound #Starscream #skybound defender till I die #I’ve even seen one take where they said him and earthspark were the worst starscreams #like what is your ideal Starscream then #also on the “it feels like they trying to be edgy excuse falls flat #cause the deaths in idw are way more extreme than anything current in skybound #melting your own kind while playing music and no one bats an eye #but kill a few humans suddenly it’s edgy #oh my god.

[whbfan]

The Two Stars That Fell From The Sky | Part 3/6

Michael: You’re a monster and you flaunt your power by being called a God by the humans. You deserve to be punished and die a thousand deaths.

Michael: In all dimensions, time, and space, there is only one God and he is our Father… You deserve ten thousand deaths over your very existence.

Looking at the angel of young rage, the old dragon spoke calmly and deeply without a trace of anger in his voice.

Elder Dragon: We have never claimed to be gods. We are vessels and humans are water. They seek for a place to rest and we only harbored them. They are at liberty to choose the place to be harbored.

The steady demeanor of the elder, the last remaining adult dragon and leader of the Dragons, was heaving than a roar of rage, making the angels who held their spears fearlessly flinch.

There were two shadows shivering behind the elder dragon. The dragon covered them with his tail and continued.

Elder Dragon: Is this horror what your God wants? Did your God want to be recognized as the only God…? Otherwise, you—

The dragon was cut off. A few seconds later, his head was separated from his body.

Sizzle

Where his head had fallen off, there was the smell of burning meat and smoke blossomed.

With a flash of light from his fingertips, Michael slit the dragon’s throat and called to his men. They came to his side and when they saw his face they froze in horror.

A nasty rage in a way he had never seen before made his face look monstrous.

Michael: The words of a heretic are always sweet and plausible… We don’t need to hear any more of it.

Michael: You dragons have the relic named the ‘magic pearl’.

Michael: A being that isn’t God has created a ‘treasure that grants all wishes’. Your holy items will be returned and your race will be pardoned through annihilation.

The cold eyes that looked devoid of any tears were beautiful but terrifying. His gaze rested upon the two hatchlings trembling behind the dead dragon.

The dragon with the pink scales that resembled a sunset and the dragon with blue scales that resembled dawn clutched each other tightly with their scarred bodies.

Michael: There’s two left. Since we have yet to find the magic pearl, we’ll be able to find it in one of your stomachs if we kill you both.

Michael: Michael said, “Cut open the belly of the heretic lengthwise and find the magic pearl. Through it, we, the only offspring of God, will win the battle against Hell”.

Upon Michael’s orders, his subordinates aimed their sharp swords and charged for where the hatchlings lay.

But then, they suddenly stopped and slit their own throats without hesitations.

With a splash—!! of blood, two angels instantly fell. They had taken their own lives.

When he saw them, Michael hastily looked up at the sky.

A holy halo like a tiny sun had descended and twelve holy wings shining beneath it.

Michael: Brother Lucifer! You’re here…!

Michael’s face which looked edgy until now broke into a rosy smile.

Michael: I thought you went to Raphael and Gabriel. I am so glad to see you here…!

Although all his subordinates were taking their own lives, Michael paid them no notice and spread his arms wide toward Lucifer.

But Lucifer was raging as he looked down at Michael and his eyes shone completely white.

Making even the other angels who were not next to the dragons slit their own throats and collapse.

Fountains of blood spurted in all directions, followed by sounds of collapsing bodies.

But Michael was not agitated in the least. In fact, he jumped about in happiness.

Michael: Please wait a while! We’ll be able to find the magic pearl soon! I’ll blow them up and show you and God the magic pearl…!

Michael had barely finished speaking when he stared at the hatchling shooting them a ray of light from both his eyes in a single line.

It was the shortest straight line to the target and even the angels standing in the way were scorched by its light.

But before the light could touch the hatchlings, Lucifer descended to the ground faster than the light to stop Michael and gouged out one of his eyes.

Michael turned with a scream. The light coming from his intact eye failed to hit the dragon but scratched the surroundings and burned the angels in the way.

Michael: ARGHH…!!!

As Michael screamed, Lucifer spread all twelve of his massive wings and flapped them with all his might.

The crazy gale his wings made ripped the atmosphere and nick in the boundary of dimensions beyond.

Lucifer: [Leave. This may be the grave of your parents, but it is not your grave.]

The two hatchlings thrown by the wind each disappeared into crevices of different dimensions.

The two dragons disappeared into a dimension rift, leaving behind the sad-looking Lucifer and the image of Michael on his knees, tears streaming from one of his gaping eye.

—

And the dragon with scales like dawn—

???: That’s… not a normal comet.

Said Gamigin, a novel of the 72 devils, as he surveyed something dropping vertically from high up in the sky.

Gamigin: I think it would fall somewhere around here… What the hell is it?

He moved on, following the star—or what it looked like it as it fell with a bluish light.

—

Lucifer: …That kid survived.

Lucifer didn’t seem too interested as he spoke.

But the boy speak with joy as though he met the best audience.

???: Yes! That’s me! That day, I was saved by you and again by [Gamigin].

???: Oh, right! [Gamigin] made this staff for me too!

Lucifer: Where is he now? Is he dead? Or did you kill him?

The boy didn’t seem uncomfortable despite Lucifer’s inconsiderate question, but he did shake his head with a slightly crestfallen look on his face.

???: [Gamigin] is here… in here.

The boy closed his eyes, burying both his hands in his chest.

???: [Gamigin] found me and took care of me but he was always sad.

???: Because a dragon who is a greater entity than himself, a noble, is much too weak and dying…

???: He told me that it would be more dangerous if I returned to where I used to live.

???: that beautiful species like mine must survive.

???: So he wanted me to live here. He didn’t want my species to die out…

???: He apologized for our suffering from the war between Heaven and Hell…

The boy recalled the face of [Gamigin] who had looked at him as a father would and smiled bitterly.

???: So… [Gamigin] gave me everything he had and disappeared.

???: His powers, his life, and even his name.

Gamigin: I heard that you had a sibling. I hope you find them. Even if it takes a long time, you must…

The boy looked calmer once he finished telling his story, but he didn’t look sad.

Gamigin: So my name is Gamigin. If you need to call me—

Lucifer: …Get lost. I don’t want to hear anymore.

Gamigin: Hehe. What shall we have for dinner later?

The small creature in Lucifer’s eyes was a dragon, bathed in the light of the blue dawn, but he took his every word in good faith.

Lucifer: …I don’t mind. Just don’t lick me, wipe with your hands.

Seeing the tears streaming from Lucifer’s eyes, Gamigin was about to bring his face close to his, but he hesitated at Lucifer’s words.

But he soon beamed and nodded.

Gamigin: I’ll try!

Lucifer wanted to ask if he had to ‘try’ for that, but just layer back down and closed his eyes.

He still felt weary of everything. Of the afterimages of the past that kept tormenting him, and of the young dragon that kept moving about loudly.

He felt much too apologetic and sad that he didn’t want to think.

#the two stars that fell from the sky #note: some dialogues were fixed/changed to be more accurate #what in hell is bad #what in ‘hell’ is bad #whb #whb spoilers #whb gamigin #whb lucifer #whb michael #whb event

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ N o t e ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Soo this is coming from a headcanon series in development. I got carried away lol. Also, this is taken from my Patreon, so if you want go check it out 🩵 As always, your feedback is appreciated 🩵

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ P a i r ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Gojo x Reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ P l o t ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ He lies in bed and thinks about his latest exorcism. Suddenly, an intense feeling of loneliness struck him, and he decided to call you.

The lamp on the nightstand flickered weakly, casting away the darkness with difficulty. In this dim light, Gojo was staying in his bed, with his legs crossed, one hand under his head and the other resting on his chest, thinking about his recent exorcise. A grade 1 curse spirit was terrorizing the village of Ine, located on the coast in far north Kyoto Prefecture, disturbing not only the marine life but also the people. Its activity became noticed by the Jujutsu Society, and based on people’s descriptions, they sent Gojo to take care of it.

In his opinion, other sorcerers could’ve killed this one easily. He suspects that the higher-ups wanted to get rid of him for a while, as they probably had enough of him, or maybe they plan to do something devious to Yuji again.

As gratitude for getting rid of the village curse, one of the families let him stay overnight in their home. The bed was soft, the food was amazing, and he even got to show off in a fishing competition. The day went smoothly, and he can’t wait to return to Tokyo, to his students, to you…

A soft smile appeared on his face. Even if he was gone for a few days, he already missed you deeply. He doesn’t show his affection very often because your relationship already goes against every principle he has about the life of a jujutsu sorcerer. Yet he can’t help but wonder…what if…

Nah, he is just tired, and even more so that he is beginning to imagine impossible scenarios.

To ease the feeling of loneliness, he picks up the phone and calls you on video. It rings a few times before you finally pick it up. Around you, it’s pitch black, and your phone’s light is illuminating your sleepy, half-lidded eyes.

Stupid. He didn’t realise how late it was.

“Hello…” You didn’t manage to see the caller’s ID, you just answered on instinct. You thought it was something serious if they called so late in the night.

“Hi…did I wake you up.”

The voice was familiar, and you scoffed.

“No, I was in the middle of poker with your students.”

“Really? Please tell me they didn’t lose all their money.”

“Not yet, I had a full house when you called me. Wasted opportunity.”

Gojo chuckled softly.

Before he left, he asked you to take care of his students for him. You were one of the few he trusted, not only because he was in a relationship with you but also because you were strong.

“What’s up? Are you alright?”

You sounded a little concerned. He looked like he needed some sleep. He was pale, had dark circles under his eyes, and he could barely keep his eyes open.

“Yeah, I wanted to check on you, but I didn’t realise how late it is.”

“I see…” you yawned. “Well, we’re ok. We trained today a bit, then we went to eat something. After that, Yuji wanted to see a movie, and we all went with him. It was something  with...worms... guy turned into a worm…”

“Human Earthworm 4?”

You snapped your fingers.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, that one. I didn’t understand his hype about it, but maybe I’m getting old. Anyway, they are making progress. Yuji is very happy when we learn about techniques and curse energy, Nobara catches on quickly, and Megumi is edgy as usual.”

“I don’t know where he got that.” Gojo chuckled again.

You could see him relax as he heard about his students, so you kept on talking. His face would become brighter, and his eyes would shine with joy and pride.

“Yuji is safe, don’t worry.” You said, knowing well, that was one of the reasons he called. You were also aware of the vicious intentions that the higher-ups held.

“Everyone is safe. But you didn’t tell me about you. How was the exorcism? And where are you, by the way?”

“Some people invited me to stay overnight as a sign of gratitude for getting rid of the curse. And the job went smoothly. I mean, they sent me, what did you expect?"

You scoffed at how arrogant he was, but at least he was in a better mood.

“Ey Gojo, stop being so arrogant, would you? One of these days, your presence alone won’t be enough. You need to be more humble.”

“That day is very far.” He chuckled. “But I can’t say I enjoy the loneliness, though.”

“I know… it will work out eventually.”

A short pause followed, in which he moved his gaze away from the camera to the room he was in. It was quiet; the lamp stopped flickering, casting shadows on the wall. Through the open balcony, there was a breeze that kept shifting the curtains left and right, creating a tranquil atmosphere that he wished could be shared.

“Wish you were here with me, tho. The moon is nice.” He said it without realizing it as he watched the full moon through the open balcony. Then he took a pause.

He already feels guilty for letting you watch the students, and he also feels guilty for pulling you into his chaotic life. But again, there are few people he can trust, so he doesn’t have much choice, right?

This thinking process was done in total silence, as you didn’t say a word. But you couldn’t help smiling, as it was another confirmation for you. Gojo cared about you, but he was afraid of showing it. Who can blame him?

“I figured..." another pause. “The feeling is mutual.”

Gojo shifted in bed, trying to figure out what to say next.

“Maybe we can come back to the village one day and show me the surroundings since you seem to get along with the locals. Exorcise a curse or two on the way.”

“Sounds like a plan.” He smiled as he stared at the camera in his new position.

“Listen, it’s getting late."

“I know, I’ll let you sleep. Talk tomorrow. Text me when you wake up.”

“Sure…Good night, Gojo.”

“‘Night, Y/N.”

He tossed the phone on the bed and rubbed his face as he groaned.

He doesn’t show it, but he is scared about his feelings for you as they grow stronger each day. You manage to ease his loneliness, something that only one person was able to do before you, and it didn’t end well. What will happen if he starts to love you...? Can it be different? Can he get rid of this curse? Even if he is the strongest, he feels so powerless in front of...

“Damn it… it’s late; I should sleep too.”

He closed his eyes and quickly drifted into the land of dreams and endless possibilities, as the room wasn’t that dark anymore and the air also became warmer.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #gojo satoru x you #gojo x female reader #gojo x f!reader #jjk gojo x reader

[jesncin]

please do tell about why woman of tomorrow sucks i love reading your takes they’re always so well written

Sure! And thank you for throwing me this bone because WOOF

(btw it's totally fine for people to like Woman of Tomorrow, and I can even see why! This is just my experience with it that I wish was talked about more)

Quick context: Woman of Tomorrow is about a space farmgirl named Ruthye who seeks revenge on Krem, a guy who killed her dad. Supergirl guides her on this journey so they can learn lessons about grief and revenge.

The biggest flaw of the comic is the narrative prose. Ruthye's dialogue is a rambly, over-indulgent, stylized mix of an attempt at medieval Shakespearian speak, but then in the last few issues the writer remembers she's a farmgirl so he decides she should suddenly say "ain't" more often and speak in double negatives to sound a bit more Southern. I can enjoy wordy comics! But Ruthye's dialogue and narration is blatantly excessive purple prose. So many scenes would hit harder with a less-is-more approach while still being stylized and characteristic. Sometimes the narrations pairs nicely with the art to create layered irony, but most of the time it feels like it's disregarding the comics medium altogether.

The other thing about Ruthye's narration is that it holds the story back. I get that the narration is Ruthye writing from the future, but the way it's done gives us a very passive relationship with the events of the story. We don't get to be with the characters in the action heavy moments because we're reading caption boxes of Future Ruthye rambling about poetry recounting The Battle of Capes. I'm not experiencing grief or dread with the characters, I'm being told about it. All of Ruthye's narrative rants boil down to "Supergirl is really badass, sad and kind. I promise this is deep." and "here's how my farm girl experience is relevant to this". Ruthye also speaks in glowing admiration, idealization and worship of Supergirl; it makes it really hard to get to know Kara in a humanizing way. I'm sure the purple prose hits differently for others, but I personally think the story would have more room to breathe without it.

You know how people like saying "Superman is boring because everything is too easy for him, he's too powerful" yeah that's Woman of Tomorrow. The conflict Kara faces are not challenges to her character, they're inconveniences. The resolutions to each story don't feel clever or earned. Kara just knows where to find the murdered purple aliens, Kara just happens to have a silver age-reference magical horse that can outrun the suffering-ball Krem throws at her, Kara just toughs out 10 hours in the green sun. Why be a smart storyteller when you can just give your heroine the upper hand every single time? There could've been a great bonding moment where Ruthye uses her famer-smarts to build shade for Kara, she could've crafted a salve to protect Kara's skin. But I guess having her guard Kara from dinosaurs is ok. Kara helps of course, even though she's dying because she's so cool, badass, sad, kind, etc.

Kara's internal conflict is that she was hoping that taking Ruthye on this journey would teach the farmgirl a lesson about revenge, but has Kara herself learned to move on? She's still thinking about Krypton after all. The problem with how this is presented is that it's not a flaw that we get to see evolve with the story. We see Kara act mopey, get an origin story flashback and then Kara tells us this- in hopes it'll recontextualize everything you've read before. By the time we make it to the end, the characters act like they've learned so much and I'm just standing here wishing I got to see all this growth they're talking about.

At the heart of it, I feel like Woman of Tomorrow represents the side of Super-fandom that wants to see the Kryptonians deified by the narrative. They hate seeing Kara do silly girly rom-com teenager things, she needs to be SERIOUS and EDGY and SAD and ALONE but like a god would be and not how a young woman would be that way. How else will boys take her seriously? Don't forget to remind the reader that she's STRONGER than her boy scout wholesome cousin! There's potential in a short revenge story about young girls finding hope in seeing a role-model woman survive loss, but not like this.

"You don't think I could've solved all those problems? C'mon I'm Supergirl." I sure love seeing female characters be badass girl-god legends who don't get to be humanized by being unflatteringly flawed people. Anyway the better Supergirl grief+revenge story is "Supergirl: Being Super". I don't think it's perfect because it misses the crucial difference between Kal and Kara among other things- but as a story about a teenage heroine learning how grief shapes her and those around her, it's way better.

Woman of Tomorrow's art is stellar though lmao would get a copy just as an artbook to reference.

#askjesncin #woman of tomorrow #jesncin dc meta #media criticism #there's a whole Ruthye rant where she talks about how superfam stories aren't pointless because they'll meet opponents stronger than them #and then the story proceeds to show supergirl defeating genocide pirates no biggie with help from horse #all she had to do was fight harder

[goldensunset]

what if you were an edgy teenage boy who was by nature rather lonely and aloof but you did have this one friend and you used to hang out with him and talk about cool chill stuff together and you didn’t really have any other friends but it was okay because he was enough for you but one day when you were planning to meet up with him he died suddenly in an accident and this horrific tragedy badly emotionally scarred you and you blamed yourself for his death and so you vowed to never open up to other people or get attached to them again because friendship is just pain and both of you might end up getting hurt by it all so you became truly cold and selfish and all alone and started to resent humanity and you thought you were twisted and evil and unfixable but you were really just fifteen years old AND THEN one day you woke up in a strange version of your world and you found out you were dead and had to play this weird purgatory death trap game but you were really good at it for some unusual reason except you had to partner up with this girl and like open up your heart and soul to her and that was very hard for you for the aforementioned reasons and you slowly started to bond with her and help her sort through her own issues with her self esteem and your frozen heart began to melt so that within the span of a week you went from being willing to erase her soul to being willing to play this death game again just for her even though you yourself wouldn’t have been too terribly upset if your soul got erased but she was your most precious thing and you kept going because you had to win this game a second time in order to save her since being your most precious thing meant she was taken away as your entry fee in order to promote character growth AND THEN your second game partner was this really annoying snobbish boy who kind of just reinforced all your prior beliefs about humanity but you were trying your best to grin and bear it because that girl had taught you that there was beauty to be found in life and you had to make an attempt to trust other people plus also even if he had been the literal worst her life was on the line here and also most potentially terrifying of all that boy was actually surprisingly a lot like you with how lonely and withdrawn from other people he was but also he was just so suspicious and then you found out he was the one who killed you and he didn’t confirm or deny anything

*INHALE*

but then later you found out that it was a lie and he was innocent plus he sacrificed himself to protect you at the end of this second game so you felt bad for having suspected him the entire time and you blamed yourself for his death because you felt like he sacrificed himself as an attempt to make amends with you after an otherwise unstable partnership because of your refusal to open up and trust him so your heart felt like a tar pit AND THEN you had to play the game for a third and final time and you were convinced that this time you would have to face this all alone because all your friends were gone but even so you marched on for their sake and it looked like it was about to be game over for you and like it was all for nothing but then this other boy you’d had a few mostly unfriendly interactions with in the past few weeks gave up everything he had going for him and put his existence on the line to swoop in out of nowhere and save you even though he was supposed to be your enemy and you thought he hated you but he was actually grateful towards you for a small gesture you once did for him while expecting nothing in return and both of you were very relieved to see each other and to get to be friends even if neither of you were the type to really admit that out loud and you worked together for the last week to try to help him save his sister whose sudden erasure you had witnessed while trying to sort through each other's trauma and then the two of you eventually met up with the girl from before and so the three of you headed towards the endgame together fuelled by the powers of friendship and violence AND THEN you found out that the boy from earlier that you thought had died to save you had actually been alive all this time and he had only faked his death and had been off and hiding somewhere and you were absolutely overjoyed to see him again but this happiness only lasted for a brief moment as he quickly revealed himself to be the angelic being that was actually in charge of this death game in the first place and on top of that he had in fact killed you but had been meddling with your memories the entire time to throw your suspicion off of him and he had killed you for the express purpose of using you as a pawn in this game because he had made a bet with his vice president or whatever about whether or not humanity could be redeemed

*INHALE*

and if the answer was no he was gonna destroy the whole city as opposed to his vice president who was gonna brainwash everyone and he had picked you as his proxy because you represented his belief that humanity was in fact irredeemable and you had just won the game for him by undoing the brainwashing power and yet ironically the nightmare death game had made you a better person and now your opinion of humanity had improved drastically but regardless it seemed like all hope was lost and the city was about to be destroyed with everyone in it except the boy for some strange reason decided he wanted to play one last game with you in the form of a gun duel and if you won and erased him you would get to take his place as the angelic ruler of this place and do whatever you want with the city and if you lost you’d be erased along with all your friends and the city and it seemed like the obvious decision there was to just shoot him and win but your heart was breaking because no matter how much this boy hurt you no matter how much you’d changed you still understood what it felt like to be him and especially after all that time you had spent with him and spent mourning him and drowning in regret at not having been able to bond with him more during the time that you had thought he was dead you still cared about him so deeply even knowing that he had lied to you about everything you just couldn’t bring yourself to kill him and you broke down crying and he coldly shot you just as he had before BUT THEN you woke up some time later back in your own world alive and unharmed and you were confused and just full of so many intense emotions and eventually you realized he had changed his mind and spared your life because your genuine change of heart had inspired a change of heart in him in turn and since you had been chosen specifically to represent him as someone so much like him then the fact that you could change and grow as a person was proof that maybe there was hope for him as well and you showed him that there was worth and beauty in humanity after all even though horribly and ironically he could never join you ever again and be your friend in your world because as the angelic being who ruled over the afterlife he was duty-bound to this position for the rest of his existence until someone else took him out and took his place so in a way him giving you the chance to erase him had been him expressing how tired he was of living on this way in this miserable purgatory even though he presumably had ascended to this position by his own volition it really did seem like he regretted his choice and now wished he could join you and your friends in the world of the living but he was eternally cursed to merely silently watch over you from above with jealousy and you got to meet up with all your other friends and live happily ever after with them but you also had to live with these lingering emotions for the rest of your life. wouldn’t that be wild lol

#i’ve been working on this post for at least a month or two i’m not sure why #i think it was originally in response to dehliadelights’s ask but then i decided to go with a summary of the reapers’ game #as opposed to all of twewy itself #absolutely nobody asked for me to summarize the plot of twewy in a long post. but i did #the world ends with you #twewy #mine: twewy #subaseka tag #long post #neku sakuraba #shiki misaki #daisukenojo bito #joshua kiryu

[digital999placebo]

since im posting old art here’s some germany i never got around to posting bc i thought it was 2 edgy. 1-4 r panels from a scrapped comic about the rise n fall of germany ca 1800-1920s. also 70s in the middle of everything bc y not! click keep reading to read an unedited excerpt from a unrequited gerame fanfic (that i also scrapped) :)

“Gilbert doesn’t put anyone above himself, and you’re a moron for letting yourself believe you were the exception,” Françoise told him, and Alfred still remembers the shape of her back in the setting sun’s red shine.

And then, a hundred years later, the exception came. The exception was nothing like an exception should be, it had quickly been given the nickname “the ugliest child in the world” by both its neighbouring countries –all of Europe actually– and its own politicians.

“Child,” Alfred had heard Austria say to Françoise after the defeat of Napoleon, “is a generous thing to call it, more like Prussia’s failed attempt to play God.”

Alfred saw this supposed child, named the German empire (a funny name considering what it was. Alfred had almost laughed outright at just that, never before had he seen an empire in this condition), once before the depression, and what had at first seemed like words formed out of Austria’s bitterness suddenly became objective truth. In appearance, Germany was nothing like a child apart from its short stature, it aroused no nurturing instincts, and had it been left at some poor, unsuspecting orphanage’s steps, it’d be left to starve.

Stitches disfigured Germany’s face and body, and one particular stitch in its left eyebrow weighed down heavily on its eyelid, keeping the child from being fully able to open the eye, or perhaps it was just the infection, judging by the way the nation’s eye leaked pink and yellow tears. As if it wasn’t already an eyesore, it was skinny as well and hurried after Prussia on swaying crutches, dressed in uniforms too nicely decorated for its young age and lithe frame. Its mere existence was a long list of complications: asthma, momentary blindness, recurrent seizures, necrosis patches due to infected stitches, always feverish and pale; had it been human a harsh wind would’ve brought death with it.

To say that Germany was Prussia’s attempt to play God was fair, but failed Germany would prove not to be. The boy nearly outgrew Russia as a young adult, and Alfred reckoned if Ludwig was to hit a human man, he could very well kill the man with one swing.

When Alfred met Ludwig again in 1927 –or maybe it was 1926 he couldn’t exactly recall– he didn’t at first believe that the man in front of him had been that same child he saw some decades ago. The man in front of him was taller than him, broader in the shoulders too and most surprisingly: healthy; only a few crookedly healed scars were all that remained of the sickly boy that once had stood before Alfred. Ludwig hadn’t even been able to close his hands into complete fists as a child, yet now he was strong enough to bend cutlery with one hand (well, he was irritated and drunk at that point but still).

More than a failed experiment, Ludwig was Gilbert’s miracle.

#ignore my lacking german in the 70s one -___________- i havent been on a plane since last year i dont remember wat they say #also i love the thought of germany developing body complex/insecurity about his looks bc all the adults around him as a kid bullied him for #his appearance #see last pic who wouldnt bully that #uhm also me n kiwis headcanon that germany cant handle stress at all he just begins consuming himself literally #hetalia #hws germany #tw body horror #i guess if any1 needs that #999art #hws prussia #hws austria #hws veneziano #ugliest kid in the word: germany

[adopocalype]

It was a sunny day in Dreamland, and everyone had a gun. Swearing, violence, furries, several outdated memes, this fic has it all! Join out motley crew as they fight to stop the werewolf apocalypse. Inspired almost entirely by the Super Edgy Kirby Theory Generator.

I first started this all the way back in January of 2019 and I don't believe it'll ever be fully done. A bit of a shame, there would have been a scene where Void Termina breaks all of Nightmare's bones, a full on war between all of the characters that would have become werwolves and those who didn't, with a few neutral parties (namely 02) just attacking everything they see, and of course, it would have ended with the surviving cast all taking a trip to Hot Topic together.

But this first chapter's actually been done for a while and I though now might as well be a good a time as ever to finally upload it. With all that said, here it is-

The Edgiest Kirby fic Ever Made chapter 1: This might be the only chapter

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It was a bright and sunny summer afternoon in one of the less populated corners of Dreamland, and a Tac had found a gun and was on a murderous rampage. Birdons and scarfys fleeing in terror as the Tac fired wildly. A Sir Kibble got hit and died, bleeding blood that was made out of blood.

Soon, Tac had killed everyone. But apparently not everyone, as a certain pumpkin wearing a top hat shot him in the back with a gun of his own. Squashini said nothing and left with a swish of his cape, justice having been served.

From the distant shadows at the edge of the woods, Poppy Bro Sr. watched ominously. Poppy Bro Jr. and Boomer exchanged glances tiredly, knowing that dad was in the middle of another one of his evil schemes, and they both decided to not get involved, heading off to the arcade.

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Later that night in Cappy Town, Chef Kawasaki was putting pineapple on pizza for Mr. Frosty.

"Gosh, no one ever told me you could put fruit on a pizza before!" said Kawasaki, whom had had this forbidden knowledge intentionally restricted from him previously, but apparently Mr. Frosty hadn't gotten the memo on that.

"I wonder what else I could put on a pizza," he pondered, and left to go find ingredients.

Eventually he found himself in a dark and ominous alleyway, harvesting some mushrooms, that may or may not have been edible, from under a dumpster. He pulled one out and got up gleefully, not noticing a pair of glowing red eyes behind him.

"Hey, guy," greeted the shadowy figure the eyes belonged to, "Word on the street is that you're a furry."

Kawasaki turned around, smiling obliviously as always, "Why, yes I am. You wanna RP or something?"

"…Not exactly. How'd you like to be a sharp-toothed, hairy beast for real?" the ominous person offered ominously.

Kawasaki looked a little downtrodden "Oh, sorry but I can't afford to buy a fursuit right now with my current profit intake. I've been thinking of setting up a patreon for myself, but I would need people who actually like the things that I produced for that to work…"

The shadowy stranger, who was very obviously the villain of this fanfiction, was getting tired of this orange, potato-shaped man's talking.

"You know what? Forget this, I'm just gonna skip to the part where I turn you into a werewolf like me. BWAHAHAHAHAA!" He laughed, showing off his fangs.

"Werewolf? Wait! No! But my fursona is a cat! Oh, this is what I get for not doing my homework! WAAAAGH!!" Kawasaki wailed as the shadowy figure pounced on him.

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The next day, Adeleine (who is a human) was wandering around one of the many fields of solidified clouds that are scattered across the mid-atmosphere of Popstar, as one does when they are an Adeleine. As she was walking, she was suddenly struck with a craving for breadsticks.

"I'm going to McDonal- I mean Kawasaki's, do you want anything?!" she shouted to anyone who might be in the area.

"Hamburger," Taranza answered, then went back to crying.

"Hamburger," Kracko said, materializing out of clouds behind her.

"HAMBURGER," came the near-unison response of the various fifty or so waddle dees, bronto burts, birdons, and whatever else was up there.

Adeline pointed finger guns at everyone and flopped backwards through the layer of clouds, falling down to Dreamland at an incredible speed. She landed face down with a loud thump next to Mr. Frosty, who was still waiting for his pizza. She got up and dusted herself off.

"Boy, it's been a lot easier getting back down here ever since I became immune to fall damage," she thought out loud, walking into the restaurant.

"Rev up those fryers, 'cause I sure am…" she waited for the ritual's completion, and was confused when the part where she got picked up and thrown outside never came.

"Nani…?" she whispered, a camera zooming in on her face.

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Outside, Meta Knight tackled a foe through a wall, accidentally hitting a vividria in the face with debris. The vividria shouted "FRICK!" as loud as she could, while Meta continued to grapple with his opponent.

"My sincerest apologies, miss, but I must defeat this vicious dragon!" he shouted as held his enemy from running away.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?!" Chuchu the octopus yelled, as she was obviously not a dragon. She slapped him with a tentacle hard enough to stun him and ran away screaming.

"Get back here you gold-hoarding villain!" he shouted as he took chase, unknowingly causing Daroach to quietly start crying. The mouse covered his face with his hat. He knew he had a problem, but he didn't need to bother anyone else with it. He left to go sulk by himself.

As Meta Knight continued to chase the screaming pink octopus, thankfully having forgotten he had a sword, his edgy doppelgänger watched from the Mirror World through the reflection in a window.

"That dumb bitch's schizophrenia is acting up again," Dark Meta Knight stated the obvious, "I really hope that's something that I didn't inherit when I spawned in his image."

Shadow Dedede walked up, eating a bag of chips, "Lol, you prolly got it too. You're gonna be chasing flying cookies any day now," he taunted.

"Shut the hell your mouth, Sad-ow Dedede!" he snarled, harshly poking the spooky penguin in the gut. Shadow Dedede started sniffling, which soon became full-blown sobbing.

"Why are you so MEAN?!" he cried, pure black tears dripping down his face like oil.

Dark Meta rolled his eyes, "Because I'm EDGY you estúpido pingüino!" (That's Spanish for stupid penguin. Why Spanish, you ask? Because I'm going with the 4Kids dub voices and you can't stop me.) He threw his hands in the air for emphasis, "Being mean is like, the second step for being edgy, right after shopping at Hot Topic!"

Dark Meta would have continued to berate Shadow Dedede, but an alarm he set on his phone went off, "That time already?! I've gotta be at the furry roleplay session in five minutes!" he exclaimed in disbelief. He grabbed his animal-ear headband and jumped through the window reflection into the real world, sprinting off at top speed

As Dark Meta Knight channelled his inner anime-girl-with-toast-in-her-mouth, he passed a hospital where, unbeknownst to him, an eldritch evil lay dormant.

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"You're positively certain?" 02 asked, his usually monotone voice edged with what sounded like actual concern.

"Yes sir, I'm sorry but the test results don't lie, you have severe radiation poisoning," that one doctor cappy from the anime, who's name I haven't bothered to remember, answered.

02 shifted his position on the examination table, which had already been completely crushed by his mass, "How could this even happen? I'm the embodiment of death."

"I thought Necrodeous was the embodiment of death," Dr. Nameless stated, raising an eyebrow.

"No, Necrodeous is just some kid's fan character," 02 explained, rolling his bloodshot eye exasperatedly, "Now tell me why I'm radioactive."

From the other side of the astral plane, Necrodeous looked downward dejectedly, "Heck…" he muttered as a tear fell from his eye-socket, distraught from the sick burn 02 had given him.

Dr. Whatshisface hummed thoughtfully, "Hmmm… Have you eaten any birdons lately?"

02 shifted his gaze around, seemingly embarrassed, "I… Perhaps, what of it?"

Dr. Moustache-Man shook his head disappointedly, "Birdons are a highly radioactive subspecies of parrot that mutated into being as a result of Meta Knight's nuclear testing. Why else would they look like that? That's not a hat on their heads, it's a massive, hardened tumour!"

02 visibly recoiled in disgust, "UGH! Oh, by the blackest of black holes, I think I'm going to be sick," he shuddered, the thorns on his tail bristling, "Guhhhh… I can't believe I actually ate that thing. I need to get my diet together."

Dr. Changeshisnamealot tapped his pen on his clipboard, "You'll be dead within two weeks, Mr. 02, I don't think that's something you should be worried about."

02 blinked, "Well, fuck."

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"Language!" shouted Zan Partizanne. Hyness looked up from playing Five Nights at Freddy's on his phone, "But I didn't say it this time," he whined.

Zan glowered out the window at the hospital, "SOMEone did."

The game screeched at him, causing him to scream at a volume that rivalled a jet engine taking off, and he pelted the phone into the wall, effectively breaking it.

He stared at the shattered phone, "Flamberge can I borrow your phone?" he asked loudly.

"No! I'm using it!" she yelled from the next room over, "I'm listening to Linkin Park!"

"I thought you were having friends over?" Zan asked, still glaring out the window.

Flamberge appeared in the doorway, wearing an animal-ear headband, "It's an irl furry roleplay session, Zan. And no one's here yet, so I'm bored!"

Dark Meta Knight burst through the door, then collapsed, breathing heavily, "Hah, hah… I made it!" he threw his hands in the air victoriously.

Hyness approached Flamberge with an expectant look, she sighed and handed him her phone, "Whatever you do to this, I'll do to your spine," she threatened. He grabbed it and scampered back to the couch, giggling madly as he looked for another overrated horror game to play.

Flamberge sighed, "It makes sense that you're late, and Magolor told me ahead of time that he was cancelling today, but where the heck is Kawasaki?"

DMK put on his headband, "Probably making another atrocity of nature in the kitchen, let's start without him."

"Yeah okay, let's do… the store! I'll be the cashier."

"Alright, uhh…" DMK cleared his throat, "Hewwo, I would wike to buy some bwagles pwese. UwU."

"Dat will be twenty dowollars pwese," Flamberge informed him, ringing up an imaginary cash register.

"OwO! I down't hawe twenty dowollars! Is thewe anowther way I could pay you? owo?" he asked, leaning in close.

"oWo?" she inquired.

"I hawe a cwedit cawd, UwO," he said, producing the plastic rectangle with a wink.

"0w0!" Fwam- err Flamberge confirmed.

Francisca walked out of the fridge, "Okay, I need to go on a walk now. A very long walk. Jam-buh-bye everyone," she said as she headed for the door.

"Alright. Have fun, stay safe," Zan instructed, still trying to determine the specific room to target as she handled her spear ominously. Hyness, still completely engrossed in Flamberge's phone, waved slightly.

"Jwam-buh-bwye, Fwan! OwO!" Flamberge called as she waved.

Francisca left slightly faster.

Outside, a part of the hospital's walls were blown off from a powerful wing swat as a very large, white, spherical creature left the building.

"THERE YOU ARE!" Zan bellowed, unleashing her fully charged "electro eclair" attack.

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Adeleine ignored the loud explosion followed by a furious roar of pain in the distance, rather focusing on the mission at hand: To find Kawasaki and make him cook sixty-five hamburgers and a triple order of breadsticks. She had recruited the assistance of Kirby, whom just wanted to make the potato-man cook for him too, and Marx, who while in the mood for some of Kawasaki's infamous "temperature-of-the-surface-of-the-sun" curry, was also hoping to cause as much mayhem as physically possible.

Also Susie was there, following the group from a five meter distance because either Kirby or Marx, she didn't know which one, had eaten her cellphone. And she was going to stalk them until one of them coughed it up or they died. Also Magolor was there, he was following Susie, and was whining incessantly about how they were supposed to be on a date.

"Suuuuuue… Come OOOOOOOOOONNNNN… I had to cancel my weekly furry roleplay session today for this! And besides, you know these two, they're inde-fucking-structible! Can't we just smooch in an alleyway or something?"

Susie ignored him, continuing to glare at the trio ahead of them. Marx periodically glanced back at them with suspicion, as Taranza was also dating Magolor. Really though, a lot of people were dating Magolor: Taranza, Susie and nine different waddle dees. (Three of which had mysteriously vanished after a date with him, much to the chagrin his sentient houseboat, The Lor Starcutter.)

Maggie's polyamorous ways aside, Adeleine was now walking backwards to look at the two pursuers.

"Hey, you guys seen Kawasaki lately?!" she shouted to be heard from their five meter distance.

"Have you checked the furry groupchat?!" Magolor shouted back.

Adeleine pursed her lips, pulled out her phone and opened up a groupchat she had labeled as "commission farm."

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<Heey>

<Any of y'all seen Kawa?>

<I want sum bread fr right now>

<Hello.>

<This is H>

<Hyness using Flamberge's phone.>

<No.>

<Understandable, have a nice day.>

<Jamanke. You as well.>

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"Well that was a dry hole," she concluded, pocketing her phone and giving Magolor a shrug. Then turned back around, continuing her search.

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END OF CHAPTER 1

Here are all of the prompts from the Super Edgy Kirby Theory Generator used for this chapter in order:

Tac ………with a gun

Tac killed everyone

Sir Kibble's blood…is blood

Squashini ………with a gun

Poppy Bros. Sr is the villain

Mr. frosty likes pineapple on their pizza

Chef Kawasaki is a furry

Chef Kawasaki is a werewolf

Chef Kawasaki doesn't do their homework

Adeleine is a human

Vividria says frick

Chuchu is a dragon

Daroach secretly suffers from depression

Meta knight has (very inaccurately portrayed) schizophrenia

Dark Meta Knight is edgy

Shadow Dedede cries black tears

Dark Meta Knight is a furry

Zero is radioactive

Birdon is the result of a harmless creature getting radiation poisoning in a nuclear apocalypse

02 is the embodiment of death

Necrodeus is just some kid's fan character

Necrodeus says heck

Zero has a deadly disease and only has a short time to live

Hyness has said the F word before

Hyness enjoys playing every overrated horror game out there

Flamberge likes to listen to Linken Park

Flamberge is a furry

#Kirby #fanfiction #fanfic #crack fic #this actually probably isn't as edgy as advertized #adeleine #chef kawasaki #dark meta knight #zero two kirby #02 kirby #zan partizanne #hyness #flamberge #magolor #not gonna tag everyone #DO NOT reupload anywhere! I'll get to it myself EVENTUALLY

[storyofthenauseouseye]

France's Reigning Philosophy Champion: Albert Camus

For a guy who died long ago, Albert Camus still keeps a name for himself in the modern zeitgeist. I can't search for literature or philosophy here or on Pinterest without getting flooded with memes about him and his writing. Other than photos of him smoking cigarettes, wearing a dark jacket, and looking like he listens to The Cure too much, the appearance of his characters and themes from his two most famous works - The Stranger and The Myth of Sisyphus - have been kept alive by edgy teens and literature majors alike. But why? Of all of the philosophers and writers from the twentieth century, why has Camus been so consistent in his popularity? Well, it all concerns his works' internal themes and shocking content.

L'Etranger

Camus' most popular fictional text works so well when brought into the modern day for a few reasons. Honestly, the biggest reason is the ease of comprehension and the length. The translations of The Stranger are simple in prose, and the story is short. Personally, the first time I read it, I listened to an audiobook of it at work. The whole thing was only five or so hours, a considerably short listen time compared to even other short works of fiction.

The Stranger is about a man who doesn't feel wrong about his mother dying of old age. He doesn't cry, he doesn't get sad, he just feels okay with his mother passing away peacefully. She lived in a retirement home anyway, so he feels at peace with this event. Later in the novel, an accident occurs where he kills a man. When put on trial, the judge and jury mention that he didn't feel wrong about his mother passing on. In fact, everyone seems to care more about the fact that he's unbothered by her death, and no one even seems to mention the accidental murder of a man. He is later left alone in a cell to consider his existence before he is executed.

If you hadn't noticed prior, the recurring theme of French texts is that they're pretty bleak. It doesn't really get any happier from here.

The Stranger presents ideas catching on with the modern world because the contemporary world needs these ideas to be delivered to them. Why does The Stranger hold such a firm grasp over the twenty-first century? What does it teach us?

"That we shouldn't be so pedantic; that we shouldn't summarily judge — from so high — those who appear to think so differently from us; that we mustn't fall into the trap of thinking others deserve nothing but contempt, rejection, or the electoral or social guillotine" (Laine).

In an era of polarizing politics, cancel culture, internet celebrities, and heightened backlash against people online, Camus's text reminds people of the absurdity of the world in which we live today. It seems strange we should remind humans of their humanity, but if history can show us anything, it's that people have a tendency to get cozy with xenophobic tendencies.

Le Mythe de Sisyphe

Opening a book with a discussion of suicide, the absurdity of life, and throwing slight shade at your ex-best friend all within the opening chapter is insane. Everyone who has ever gone through an English class at some point in their lives or educational journey should know to always have strong openings to entice their readers, but it is entirely wild to begin reading Camus's The Myth of Sisyphus and suddenly be hit with the aggressive opening line which simply says,

"There is but one truly serious philosophical problem and that is suicide" (3).

Intense, right? The idea that follows such a bold opener is that life is absurd. See, if life is meaningless, then why not just kill yourself? If you all feel disdain for your existence, why not end it? After all, if there is no true meaning to your work or your labor, if there is no afterlife or greater personal resolve to any of your experiences, then why even attempt to feel it? Here enters Sisyphus.

Sisyphus was cursed to roll a bolder up and down a mountain eternally. That sounds awful. Well, according to the absurdities that Camus writes about, it isn't all that bad. The main thing to consider is the idea that Sisyphus enjoys his work, or as Camus puts it,

"One must imagine Sisyphus as happy" (123).

One must accept the absurdity of their life and the circumstances they are placed in. If Sisyphus can find peace in his eternal task, we can surely get out of bed in the morning and do the same. It is up to us to make meaning out of the absurdity of our lives.

This idea is quite popular today.

As the digital age brings new trials and hurdles to navigate, it can become disheartening to go through every step of life knowing that most of us will just end up as pieces in the capitalist machine. But Camus, and his Sisyphus, call for us to avoid such negativity.

It's ideas of absurdity - and how to cope with that absurdity - that keep Camus at the forefront of philosophical writers in the contemporary age.

Works Cited

Camus, Albert. The Myth of Sisyphus. Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group, 2018.

Laine, Mathieu. “Camus Revisited, How The Stranger Speaks To Our Troubled Era.” Worldcrunch, 5 April 2018, https://worldcrunch.com/opinion-analysis/camus-revisited-how-the-stranger-speaks-to-our-troubled-era. Accessed 8 December 2023.

Further Reading

#absurdism #french #french literature #absurdist philosophy #philosophy #albert camus #camus #french philosophy #the stranger #the myth of sisyphus #sisyphus #academia #dark academia #academic writing #academic aesthetic #academia aesthetic #english major #french art

[satellite-blossom]

Sort of trying to complete the digital ref of one of my oldest Sonic OC : Purple/Hope ❢

Basically she's a guide for Léa and the other Earthlings on Mobius— well that only raises more questions, doesn't it ?

So to sum things up : the main arc of my paracosm is about Léa, an edgy yet depressed human teenager suddenly being transported to Sonic's world with a bunch of powers and the appearance of their Sonic OC. They're soon found by Purple, who tells them such events are rare but well documented by her people, and that since Léa were the first Earthling in a while + have a soul of the Charm type (indicated by the pink heart on their left cheek) they're the current Gem Captor of this Earthling apparition wave ❢ And indeed, more Earthlings suddenly appear, with Léa's role being to find, protect and help them. Purple is (now) a Criostaine, aka a sort of hybrid of different Mobian species who was originally tasked with assisting Earthlings (especially the Gem Captors), but who gave up on Earthlings after some mysterious event, with only Purple still trying to carry out this duty.

There's only one Gem Captor per apparition wave, so only one new person with the Charm soul type. Usually there's at least a few decades between Earthlings waves, yet when Léa appear there's still an Earthling from a previous wave alive on Mobius. Her name is Kitty and she's friends with Purple. She has a Charm soul so she was a Gem Captor at some point but no other older Earthlings is here... Kitty and Purple seem to share a bunch of secrets together. The older Earthling quickly tries to kill off Léa's "I don't care it's just a dream I'm the only real person here" mindset.

The Gem Captors got their name from the ability of every Earthling transported to another dimension to manifest their soul as a Wish Gem, a colored heart-shaped gem with great powers. By default Earthlings bend reality once into other dimensions, with even their Mobian bodies being a sort of illusion formed around their soul. Manifesting their soul outside of their body allows the Earthlings to access more of their power, especially if they use it to transform into their Wish Form, a sort of Magical Girl transformation where they can use most if not all of their inner potential. However Wish Gems can be stolen, and if they're taken far enough from the Earthling their body will dissipate and their consciousness will go into the gem. If too much damage is done to their illusionary body, they will revert back into a gem too. The amount of time it takes for their body to reform depends of a lot of things : do want to come back ? How badly were they injured ? Did they believe they could come back ? Is the gem being used by someone else, and if yes how intensively ?

On the topic of Wish Gems, they cannot be broken by normal means. As far as Léa has been taught by Purple, intense psychological violence can break a Wish Gem, while there's also another way Purple doesn't want to talk about.

The gems come in different colors depending on soul type. They're pretty much just the ones from Undertale, with just Charm, Innocence and Abstinence being added. The Charm type has the ability to attract at least the sympathy of everyone from Mobius and similar dimensions (Sol Dimension, but also certain other universes). The only thing that can break this love is a "heart-breaking" action, although Léa do not really know what that means. Thus despite being universally loved by Mobians they keep worrying that they'll someday get hated, especially once they get reunited with Exe... (it's good to know that the automatic love doesn't work on Earthlings, or Exe)

There's a lot more going on but yeah that's all I'm going to write for now since I have stuff to do.

I hope this peaked your interest ❢

#berry weird paracosm #berry complicated paracosm #berry rambles

[otere06]

The giant medieval North American city (~1050-1350 A.D)

I've been learning about a large city called Cahokia. It was around the same size as cities like London were around this time (~1200 A.D) So I guess you could call it a medieval city. But it wasn't in Europe. It wasn't in Africa, the middle east or Asia. Not in South America even.

It was in modern day Illinois in the U.S.

What you have to understand is North America had agriculture, they had towns and villages with distinct characteristics, and they weren't innocent people living in harmony with the land, like any good human being they knew how to change the land. For example, the mound builders.

Cahokia was a small town which suddenly and mysteriously exploded out of nowhere. Starting around 1054 it got BIG. They built big mounds, and a GIANT central courtyard.

*Not a real picture, but one of the most accurate artist depictions there are.*

1054 was the year a giant supernova was clearly visable in the night sky, and the dates line up so perfectly there's a good chance people thought it had something to do with their religion, and that inspired the start of the city.

Also after 1054 this area started having stuff like art that eerily resembled art and stories from Mesoamerica. Believe it or not North American societies weren't isolated (they had complex trade routes spanning the whole continent), and so it was theoretically possible for people from modern-day Illinois to get Mexico, it wouldn't have been easy and accessible though, but all it'd take is a few people spreading the word of what they saw. Even though it's debated, there's a chance Cahokia was inspired by Mesoamerican cities.

All these different nations and tribes moved to Cahokia and it became a real big melting pot. In this city you would've found kids playing in the streets, families working to get by, maybe a lower class, an upper class, and some dudes in the middle, edgy teens, old guys missing the good old days, artists making pottery and/or drawing cool stuff, creative people thinking of new stories to entertain people, athletes practicing at Chunkey -

--about Chunkey.

*European depiction of a tribe playing Chunkey. The game didn't originate in Cahokia and it ended up surviving the mysterious fall of the city and was still around centuries later.

You had to run with an arrow, and throw it at this rolling stone with a hole in it. This was the most popular sport, so of course people were gambling and freaking out over it. There were definitely people who hated it though, because throughout history no human beings have ever been a hivemind.

They also occasionally preformed human sacrifices. (Seriously Americans back then why?!)

Then Cahokia declined around 1350. The end.

But what happened? All we actually know is people slowly moved out. One of the strangest things is that there is absolutely no oral history about Cahokia, even though archeology proves it was most likely a central cultural city for the area, like Rome was. Speaking of which, the area around that part of the U.S was fragmented into tons of tribes and villages which were fighting with each other for power, which is what happens after a society collapses and there's no more central power keeping things together.

But wait- the people would live on, survive the collapse, what happened to them? Well the religion and Mississippian culture lived on, but at some point in history new people came on their floating villages from a faraway land. Diseases would spread and kill around 90% of people, making things even worse. Then some of the Europeans might have seen the descendants of Cahokians. People from a collapsed society further damaged by disease. What would people from an up and coming continent like Europe think of people from a collapsed society that was almost completely forgotten?

"ugh, what savages."

Obviously not actually that simple, but it's a fun narrative. They didn't have a lot of stone structures or writing, which is why people don't know about it. Don't be fooled though, this would've been a sight to see.

*Archeology has let humanity rediscover all these monuments and locations in the city, and show how it looked at its peak.*

One day our society will collapse, it might take 5000 years, it might take 50. What's important is how we're remembered. History is ultimately won by people who can leave cool stuff behind.

#history #medieval #indigenous #native american #illinois #tourism #city

[qqueenofhades]

did you watch lucifer season six and what are your thoughts pls and ty

Ahaha. Yes. Yes I did watch it. Then I cried for a literal hour and attempted to compose myself, only to start crying again when I lay down and kept on thinking about it. Then I had more feelings. Then I slept like the dead due to emotional trauma. Then I reblogged gifsets and had More feelings. Then @buffaluff and @flynnanimal watched it and also required emotional support due to drowning in their own tears. So, uh... we're all fine here now. How are you?

My main takeaway from the final season was the sheer amount of love for the characters, story, and fans that you could feel shining through all the episodes, and which made SUCH a refreshing change. I had feelings in my tags the other day about how a show about the devil was constantly goofy, hopeful, loving, and uplifting, rather than all the grimdark nonsense they could have easily done with it. (As I said, just imagine it as written by the GOT idiots?? NO THANK YOU.) The writing really loved everyone and wanted to give them a proper ending and emotional journey, and it wanted to show the fans that they weren't stupid for having invested six seasons of effort and emotion into this, and just... that is so much rarer than it should be? Compare all the movies and TV shows that treat their fans like the enemy, that want to outsmart them at all costs even if it means changing major plot elements, that ferociously guard spoilers and think that "shock value" means good writing, by throwing hackneyed cliche upon cliche and making everything Depressing, and just... Lucifer had its hiccups and slow points and missteps, of course, but I am SO glad they didn't do that. The entire show consisted of Lucifer slowly but steadily progressing toward being a better man, despite mistakes and setbacks and sometimes a little too much will-they-won't-they. (Season 3 was the only one where I got bored and skipped over the filler episodes with Pierce/Lucifer/Chloe in order to get to the end).

That is an essentially simple premise, but they stuck to it, and they didn't try to create more drama by randomly wrecking what they had already established. I wrote a fic all the way back in mid-season 2 (In Nomine Patris) that ended up predicting quite a few of the future characters who had not yet appeared on the show at that time, including Eve, Michael, and Azrael, and several plot points, including the very major one of Lucifer returning to hell for the sake of his daughter with Chloe. And while this might mean that I am just that good at guessing TV shows (I would like to think this....) it also means that the writers set expectations, followed through on those expectations, and didn't suddenly derail everything or turn it totally on its head just for the sake of cheap shocks. As we can all attest, they certainly caused PLENTY of drama, anguish, pain, and suffering, but they did it in a way that remained faithful to the overall premises of the story and the characters, and wanted to see them become the best versions of themselves. I cried my eyes out at the end and then thought, "hey, I might want to watch the whole series again," which, if you ask me, is the mark of doing your job right. There have been so few TV endings recently where I didn't immediately swear off the whole thing or have to pretend that canon didn't exist, so yeah.

As I said, it was just refreshing to watch something that had that essential deep generosity at its core, where the message is that everyone is worthy of love if they make the hard and painful effort to change and become better, and that even if earthly things feel small next to all this messy celestial drama, they still matter, and that you are loved no matter what. I loved that Amenadiel became God and Lucifer returned to hell as a choice in order to help all the trapped souls be able to work through their guilt and go to heaven. There were obviously certain echoes of The Good Place in that ending; I don't know if it was something they had planned all along or if the success of TGP, another series asking deep questions about life, death, morality, and human nature within the framework of a goofy heaven-and-hell sitcom, influenced it, but either way, it worked so well. Even if it tore my heart out and stomped on it on the ground, it was fitting and oh so lovely to see Lucifer, once the most selfish being in the entire universe, following in Linda's footsteps and becoming selflessly dedicated to helping other people. Just. Chef's kiss.

And of course, Deckerstar. The Hades and Persephone vibes were IMMACULATE this season, and while it did take Lucifer and Chloe the best part of four seasons to get together, they never significantly backslid, never had third-party issues or cheap cheating storylines once they were officially a couple, and Tom Ellis and Lauren German REALLY killed it this season in particular. It was never easy for them and sometimes the drama went on a little too long over the course of said six seasons, but the love story was beautiful and incredibly meaningful and always true to the fact that the actors and characters and writers (not to mention the fans) all loved it so much. They were so much the emotional heart of this, and when they went to hell together in episode 6x03 (where they turned into cartoons because wHAT even IS this show), Joe Henderson said in an interview that this was to give the fans a view into Lucifer and Chloe's future (after) lives post-6x10, and to offer them a basis to write fanfiction. I mean... the showrunner saying to the fans "here, we love you, have something to write fic about!" is likewise pretty shockingly rare. It's again an example of how this show always audaciously poked fun at itself, never took itself TOO seriously, and was always welcoming its fans and the people who loved it to do so, rather than making them feel stupid or taking joy in wrecking beloved characters or plots.

Obviously, I loved Rory, the badass lesbian half-angel goth Deckerstar child straight out of My Immortal (seriously, she was SO edgy, it was amazing), because of the fact that Lucifer's entire arc was always about feeling abandoned by his father and that he was going to have to face it for himself. Dorky Devil Dad Lucifer trying his absolute HARDEST to bond with his daughter was simultaneously hilarious, adorable, and heart-wrenching, and yet again, the Growth. We all remember when he could barely tolerate Trixie touching him, and now we're here. Also, any variation whatsoever of "this is just a brief moment of time that we must be apart, love is eternal and stronger than death and we will never really leave each other" as a line is guaranteed to make me bawl my eyes out. So that was fun.

I got a big kick out of Ghost Dan running around and trying to get everyone to see him, and had feelings about seeing him in heaven with Charlotte and his beloved Pudding Pops at the end. I had feelings about how they handled Ella finding out the truth (or rather demanding to know why nobody had told her) and of course, I obviously loved Maze and Eve and their goth/femme wedding and the fact that they got a good three-season romantic arc (indeed, I wanted more of them). My god, Trixie is SO BIG, she used to be a tiny little nugget. I love that Linda was the moral and emotional rock all along, from the first episode to the very last, and that Amenadiel was Deeply Vindicated when Charlie's wings appeared at his first birthday party. I love how Lucifer in s6 is absolute thousands of light years from Lucifer in s1. And as ever, Chloe was Perfect. I am happy that I spent six seasons with these characters and saw them become better, and that I was never made to feel like an idiot for trusting the writers to end everything in a beautiful and emotional way. Because, well. They did. Sure, maybe I could go back and pick at a plotline here or a detail there, but I don't terribly feel the need to do so? It might not have been perfect, but it was perfect, and I am so grateful that it existed.

#lucifer #lucifer spoilers #deckerstar #anonymous #ask

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Picard Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Agnes Jurati/Cristóbal Rios Characters: Agnes Jurati, Cristóbal Rios Additional Tags: Meta, Developing Relationship, my take on Agnes and Cris's relationship, and why i think it works, Minor Character Death (Mentioned), Psychological Trauma

Title Inspired by @regionalpancake‘s glorious Downtime Drabble “You’re Light On Me”

A while ago, a friend confessed to me that they didn’t really understand what Agnes Jurati and Cris Rios see in each other. They felt the relationship seemed unmotivated and forced, and they didn’t really see why other people thought it worked.

I’ve seen this sentiment a few times since the show came out, and I’m not here to tell anyone they have to agree with the show-writers’ choices or like a relationship if it doesn’t work for them. But I recently reread the little essay I sent that friend in reply (after making sure they’d want to read it ;9 ), and I really liked it, so I thought I’d share it here.

When people say that the kiss between Agnes Jurati and Cristobal Rios at the end of Star Trek: Picard season 1 blindsided them, I understand where they're coming from. I think the showrunners could have done more to make the developing relationship between these characters truly obvious, but for me, it didn't feel like the mutual attraction between Cris and Agnes came completely out of nowhere. Let me explain.

One of the big things about Rios’s character I find striking is that he wants to be stoic and cynical and misanthropic, but he just... can't do it. He tries! He's short, he hides behind his books, and he pretends he doesn't care about politeness. But the only people he ever swears at are Raffi, a very good friend, and the holos (which are a whole other matter, because there is all this self-loathing tied up in Cris's relationship with them). Over the course of season 1, it's pretty clear that Rios is rather good at reading people, and he wants to do right by them. He defers to Picard pretty much immediately and Soji looks at him pleadingly once and he decides to put his ship at risk for her.

Rios doesn't want to like people, he just can't help himself. He wants to be annoyed by Agnes interrupting his reading, but I think he finds her quirkiness disarming and charming. It's already visible in the way he looks at her on the bridge, when they talk about paper books. And then they go to the holodeck to discuss Picard's detour to Vashti. Since Agnes is the audience stand-in, she asks a bunch of questions, and instead of being annoyed or short, Cris patiently explains everything to her (after offering her a seat). Later, when Cris asks Agnes what she thinks about his outfit for the Stardust City caper and she says he's killing it, there's a beat there. He seems almost a little taken aback, either by her sincerity, or maybe by realizing he values her opinion. It's yet another thing they connect over it. (Also robot boxing. That scene is adorable)

With regards to Agnes… I think partially, she's leaning into her natural humour and quirkiness to appear non-threatening and not give herself away, but I also have another read on her behaviour. (This may partially be me projecting WAY TOO HARD, or, to put it more generously, applying some lived experience to what we see of Agnes's character, so your take on this might be very different. But this is what I see.)

When Agnes and Cris talk before they go off to have sex, Agnes is making jokes and smiling. To me, that doesn’t read as fake or a ploy to manipulate Rios, it seems real. And then when he asks, really asks, how she's feeling, suddenly there is this chasm of pain right under the surface. For me, the idea that Agnes has this intense psychological trauma and is dealing with it by finding joy in little things, like watering the plants, and reading papers, and flirting with the hot captain by completely wrong-footing him with a comment about her dad... it feels very authentic. And I can see how this guy, who pretends to be all uncaring and edgy but is actually a big softie not very far under the surface, and who smiles at her jokes and takes the time to explain stuff to her and listens to her babble, that's a nice distraction from the horrible things happening in her mind. Not in the sense that she's manipulatively using him, but in the sense that this kind of human connection gives her moments of light and gives her reasons to keep going, even through so much pain.

After Agnes kills Maddox, she is deeply, deeply conflicted over what she's done. To the point where when they’re leaving the Artefact, she basically says "I don't care if the world ends if I don't kill Soji. Let it all burn. I just can't do this anymore". And then here is this man, who's kind and caring and, yes, hot, and at first it's "I just want to feel something, anything, and he's here, he's half-naked, he's gorgeous". And Rios isn't necessarily opposed to a no-strings-attached fling. Because he keeps telling himself he doesn't get attached and he hates people and he's only ferrying them around because they're paying him. So it's a distraction with a woman who is quirky and witty and pretty, but it won't mean anything, and that's okay.

And then Agnes changes her mind, because she realizes having sex with Rios will make things more complicated. Or maybe because she thinks Rios deserves better. Or that she shouldn't have sex to distract herself from horrible emotional pain because that's kinda unhealthy.

So she pulls back.

And Rios, instead of being annoyed at missing out or feeling like she led him on, or any number of things, asks her how she's feeling. In a way that makes it clear (at least to me) that he really cares about the answer. And for a moment, Agnes lets him see the true darkness inside her. Because she can pretend it's about Maddox dying, she can pretend it's just about being a lonely nerd. She doesn't have to tell him how bad it really is, but she lets herself feel all of the bad emotions for just a moment.

And then she kisses him again, maybe to shut herself up or to distract herself, or because she needs the connection. And he doesn't have any illusion about what it is they're doing. He knows she's trying to feel better, he essentially tells her he knows it's a way for her to deal with her devastation, and he's okay with it. Maybe because he knows what it's like to feel hollow and terrified and need something, anything to cling to.

And at this point, I think they're both still telling themselves that they don't actually care about each other. Cris because he doesn't want to care about anyone ever again so he won't get hurt. (Which, again, he fails miserably at, but I think that's how he wants to see himself and why he treats his holos with so much disdain that Emil tells Picard "He doesn't get any nicer", even though we see Rios being kind to all the people on board.) And Agnes doesn't really have the brain space to allow herself to fall for anyone. She's just taking little moments of light and human connection where she can get them. And they both decide to have sex as a one-night-stand, just to make Agnes feel better for the night, just because they're both lonely and in pain. No deeper meaning behind it.

And then the whole tracker debacle happens. It takes three days to get to Nepenthe and by the time Agnes goes into a coma, they're still a couple days away at least. She doesn't wake up until Picard is back on board, which means she's out for a long time. Even though we don’t see much of the medical drama, we can assume she was very much at death's door. So, now Rios is faced with once again losing someone he feels somewhat responsible for. Someone he has actually gotten close to. And I think that moment and the fear it causes him might make him start to realize how much he actually cares about her.

And then when Picard and Soji are on board, they all sit down together and figure out the big mystery at the heart of season 1. And here is another thing Cris and Agnes find out they have in common: Both of their lives and minds got destroyed by Oh's machinations. Cris went against everything he believed in when he covered up what Vandermeer had done. He didn't actively kill anyone, but he feels like Vandermeer's death is his fault. His belief in the fundamental goodness of Starfleet was shattered when they threatened to blow up his ship. For Agnes, this kind of shattering of a truth she had clung to comes when she realizes she wasn't acting on the directive of the Head of Starfleet Security in a black-ops mission sanctioned by one of the most important institutions of the Federation. Instead, she was nothing but a pawn, used by Oh for nefarious purposes that had nothing to do with the greater good. The exact circumstances of their traumas are different, but they were both caught up in the same catastrophe and cover-up and it has marked them in similar ways.

I think this is one of the reasons Rios doesn't blame Agnes for killing Maddox. If anything, he gets more protective of her, e.g. by trying to stop Sutra from forcing another mind-meld on Agnes. You can see this in a more subtle scene, too: when Cris says goodbye to Agnes at Coppelius station, he reaches out to touch her face, but then he hesitates and proceeds with extreme gentleness and care. To me, that reads like someone very, very aware of the other person's trauma and possible triggers (forced mind-meld) and caring deeply about making sure she feels safe and has something good to counterbalance the horrible memories.

And finally, we clearly jump quite a bit in time at the very end of season 1. When our motley crew sets out from Coppelius, the Synth Ban has been lifted. Just imagine the bureaucracy that must have taken! That’s not something that can be overturned in a day. Also, Raffi and Seven have had time to connect, so I imagine in that time, Cris and Agnes, too, will have slowly figured out whether they're compatible and whether this relationship is something they might, very carefully and gently, endeavour together.

Because they have a compatible kind of humour, because they understand what it's like to feel deeply broken but to keep going regardless, because she's witty and quirky and he's caring and kind and they went through a very specific hell together, and they might be able to hold each other's hands as they slowly make their ways towards healing.

I’m going to do a metatextual thing here and quote an absolutely gorgeous drabble by @regionalpancake that, to me, encapsulates one very important aspect of the relationship between Cris and Agnes.

     Your Light On Me  

You’d forgotten just how it felt. To feel like you. A stranger, Last seen aboard the Ibn Majid. Proud, red trimmed shoulders, Bright pips, a polished combadge. You signed aboard, And found A different man signed off. You’re old enough to know, She cannot fix you. You wouldn’t want her to. That’s between Pops and you. That’s your work to do, Not hers. But Agnes? Preciosa. Something in her, Shines a light. Reminds you who you are. You have to find, Your own way home. But god, It’s nice, At last, To find, A gentle soul, To hold the lamp.

 Chapter 74 of Downtime

That. Right there. A gentle soul to hold the lamp. I think for me, that's what the relationship between Cris and Agnes boils down to.

They are broken people in a broken world, but by the end of season 1, they have found that they can hold each other while they try to put themselves back together. And what starts out as a fun, distracting flirtation, then turns into "meaningless" sex to stop feeling lonely and sad, finally becomes the beginning of a relationship built on shared trauma, but more importantly on kindness and charm.

I have no idea whether these two can make it work long-term, but I am very much on board for what we've seen so far, and I hope this can help a bit in explaining why.

NB: After I finished writing this a few weeks back, I remembered that there was a fic that came to very similar conclusions. Upon reread, I realized it essentially hits the exact same points I do here and does so absolutely beautifully. So if you want a truly touching in-universe perspective on this relationship, go and read Love Comes Softly by Be_Right_Back (@smhalltheurlsaretaken, or listen to the Podfic recorded by Thimblerig. I cannot recommend this fic highly enough!      

#star trek picard #star trek picard meta #agnes jurati #cristobal rios #agnebal #a gentle soul to hold the lamp #lili's writing adventures #this probably could have done with a bunch more editing #but it's 2:30 am and i really need to sleep #and yes i do still plan on writing an essay in defense of agnes one day #we'll get there #i first need to finish a drabble collection and a way too involved pseudo-anthropology-article #anyway #here is me rambling about agnes and cris for 2000 words #because i love them and their relationship #and they are *complex* #and i have a lot of thoughts about their interactions #and i identify with agnes WAY TOO HARD #wow i need to sleep #more rambly tags when i reblog for timezones tomorrow

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 9

As promised, two chapters in one day! HBD to this trash rabbit. I just get thirstier with age.

Rating: Explicit.

‼️TW: Reader is EIGHTEEN! Recreational drug use, smoking and alcohol consumption, deeply internalised self-loathing, very questionable moral standards. Daddy kink taken half-seriously. BDSM themes in later chapters - explicit content will come with it's own TWs. FIRST PERSON POV. DRUG USE IN THIS CHAPTER. Just generally an uncomfortable vibe, thread carefully.

Summary: You're Peter's classmate, a child of rich and famous but uncaring parents. Getting paired up for a lengthy project with the boy was an interesting turn of events and you don't know whether to feel blessed or cursed when you develop, seemingly, a perfectly normal, harmless crush on Tony Stark. Fueled by feelings of inadequacy and boredom, your life spirals out of control - and you're lucky your newfound friends are there to pick up the pieces even if you cannot find it in yourself to believe these amazing human (and not so human) beings voluntarily give you more than a fleeting glance and an offhanded thought. And they brought cake!

A/N: Ooh, boy. This is a whole mess. Angst. [insert drugs owl meme]. Steve doesn't pass the vibe check yet again, stupid old man. Bruce + Tony be like: I CAN'T GET NO SLEEP CUZ OF Y'ALL.

My beta, whomst I love more than cake - @miscmarvelwritings . She's so beautiful though. And so smart. Wow.

The strobe lights pulsated to the rhythm of the music, bodies swaying, gyrating to the tune. The club was banging this time of night, people were living it up like there was no tomorrow. For me, in the VIP zone it was quieter, calmer, but no less exciting. The atmosphere here was distinctly different from the one on the main floor.

It was hard to wallow in misery even if it only took me an hour to stop resisting the gratuitous amounts of white powder on the silver platters. "It's better when you're there to watch them, they'll do it anyway but at least you can know that they're getting the good stuff!" My idiot father proudly announced, looking at me snorting a line through a rolled up hundred dollar bill.

Whiskey and vodka wasn't doing it for me. It made me feel low and Dad, being Dad, of course noticed it and immediately called a guy who knew a guy and suddenly all of his friends and their baby-faced companions had white under their noses. Cash flew like autumn leaves.

As I went out to the main dance floor to get a closer look at Billie Eilish in all of her edgy, beautiful self, the drug hit me like an avalanche. No trace of the grogginess or the mortification that had hitched a ride on me from Stark tower. I danced and sang and saw dad smiling at me in approval, his equally high and important friends all wearing identically predatory smirks. They were good at spotting the obvious - beauty, talent, money. I had no qualms about the fact that dad was off bragging about my close relationship with Tony. If my father was feeling particularly bold, he'd be telling them he knew and encouraged it all along, his buddies pretending to believe the white lie in turn.

I had exchanged my pants and sneakers in favour of a skirt and fishnets with high heels combo, a decidedly inappropriate attire for a daughter having a family night with her father but he insisted I dress trendy. I loved my dad, I really did, and I knew he meant well - I'd definitely be out of place amongst these TVscreen worthy people in my jeans and sneakers but...Tony was one of those people, and he had never ever said anything bad about the way I dress. Even when I obviously and purposely put on obscene clothing just to get a rise out of someone.Tony just smiled and played along.

Tony Stark was the heartless asshole here? Really, press? Really, haters?

"Standing there, killing time, can't commit to anything but a crime..." I sang along quietly as I hurried back to the VIP area. My dad was standing up and so were a couple of his buddies. "Where's ya goin'?" I asked, taking a seat.

"Be right back baby girl, if you find better company then go on without us," Dad winked, throwing a totally nasty glance at one of the girls. She was not much older than me but her body was stick thin and bolt-ons and Botox were her two best friends. She gave me a dirty look and I returned it, extending a waiting hand towards my dad. He chuckled, depositing a neatly rolled stack of hundreds into my palm.

"Dad, I want a new purse," I whined, just a tad. Just to see the girl's eyes go wide with acrid envy. Dutifully, another couple of stacks landed in my palm without any objections and the company retreated towards the back door.

I sighed.

Fiddled with the straw of my drink a bit, contemplating my options. I could always ditch this party and go somewhere more active, somewhere with better music and kinder people.

"Ay, baby girl, you wanna party with us?" A tall, handsome man from dad's previous company approached me. "We'll have some fun." He maintained a respectful distance but the intentions were clear.

"Nope," I popped the sound, not even sparing him a glance. A few lines of cocaine stared at me from the table beckoning with a better high, a stronger sense of euphoria, confidence and energy to dance, to sing, to be happy. I picked up one of the discarded banknotes, quickly rolling it by a sheer force of habit and cleaning up the tray. One line.

"Holy shit, is that..."

Two lines.

"The fuck?!" I recognised that voice. I have been hearing it every day in the labs, I've been hearing it in my dreams.

Tony was gaping at me, in front of me.

"Hey, Tony. Fancy seeing you here." Any other time, I'd be cringing at my lame greeting but I was feeling way too good to care about trivial things like being clever or being appropriate.

"I was looking...for you," He slowly said, putting a single finger on the tray with the last line of coke and pulling it out of my reach.

"That's funny," I snorted, hastily wiping at my nose to cover the tracks of my very bad, very immoral, very illegal activities.

"It's not, Princess, it's not funny at all," He frowned. "C'mon, we're leaving." And extended his hand. I decided to follow along - there was nothing for me to do at this club anyway, the music was lame and the people were stuck-up.

"I look like a prostitute, Tony, I'll take the back door," I attempted to pull him towards the aforementioned but he didn't budge, just stared straight ahead and towed me along like he was wearing one of his iron suits under the stylish jeans and tee get-up.

He stopped in front of the exit, giving me a critical once over. Wiped my face, again, brushed my hair back. Gave me his shades - I dutifully put them on, figuring the manic look in my eyes was anything but attractive right now. "Jesus Christ, Princess," He sounded desperate. "You're beautiful, don't you fucking worry."

And we made our exit, arm in arm, me trying not to stumble in my high heels, Tony being my rock, my solid foundation. In other words, I was hanging onto him for dear life trying not to fall over and give a reason for a sneaking paparazzi to make a scandalous headline.

"You're doing great, Princess," Tony helped me into his Tesla, slamming the door behind me and hurrying towards the driver's door. I managed to unclasp and kick off my shoes, curling up comfortably into the passenger's seat.

I watched the man as he started the engine and watched him wrestle with whatever personal demons that tormented him as he peeled off and raced into the Friday night city.

"What in the everlasting fuck..." He started, stopping abruptly mid-sentence. "How did you even get in there?"

"I came with dad. He literally ditched me to fuck some whore, like, twenty minutes before you showed up." I shrugged, eyeing the modified panel of the car. It was very obviously Tony's own design. I wondered if he could introduce me to Elon Musk someday.

"What the fuck? And correct me if I didn't hear you clearly," Tony pinched the bridge of his nose. "Your father took it upon himself to drag you to a club, get you drunk, gave you cocaine and fucked off with some groupies?"

"Yah, that's about it. My dad is all about cocaine and whores, the more the better," I replied, leaning in to take a closer look at the car's panel. "Hey, could, like, introduce me to Elon Musk someday? That would be fuckin' awesome."

Tony went eerily quiet, I saw his knuckles on the steering wheel go white. Vague expletives were muttered under his breath. "I'm guessing you're good on sleep?" He finally asked through gritted teeth.

"Sleep? Don't know her," I laughed. "I wanna dance, Tony."

"Of course you do, Princess." His smile was tired and forced and full of pity. "You know, I don't think I'll be able to sleep now, either," He admitted, taking a sharp left. "How about we get some McDonald's and camp out in my lab?"

"Sure, whatever," Not like I had much choice in the matter. What I really craved was a good, long, hard fuck (by Tony himself preferably) but if science calls... I have no choice but to comply. "Get me two Big Macs," I demanded least he try to joke and get me a Happy Meal or some shit.

He did get me the food without any usual grumbling. I didn't like this Tony. Tired Tony, sad Tony, angry Tony. Wrong Tony.

"Huh?" He said and I realized I'd said the last part out loud.

"I don't like a sad Tony,” I said. "It's the wrong kind. Sassy, snarky and perpetually caffeinated Tony is the best Tony. The only proper kind, in fact." I stated with seriousness, shoes dangling from one hand and my McDonald's in the other. Man, I have been seeing more and more of this god-damned elevator recently.

"You're high as a kite, darling," He chuckled then, a real laugh.

"Who's high?" Bruce's voice came from the kitchen.

In a state of blind panic, I jumped behind Tony. "Not me."

Tony palmed his face.

Steve came over from the fridge, leaving the rummaging to Bucky. He took one look at me and suddenly I felt small, insignificant like an ant. I didn't like it much. "Holy hell, the fuck happened? Tony, explain." The Captain demanded, giving me the world's biggest stink eye.

"It's her piece of shit of a father, dragged her off to some night club and left her hanging with his buddies, fucking off god knows where. It's not her fault so lay the fuck off, Rogers, with your self-righteousness," Tony exploded all over Steve, the pent up frustration rearing it's ugly head.

I mustered enough courage to tiptoe around the dick measuring contest to sit at the counter. My appetite was gone and my burgers were turning colder and soggier with every passing second. Just like my life.

"Hey, Princess," Bruce's gentle voice halted my train of thought. He approached me carefully, ignoring the men behind me in favour of simply wrapping me up in a quiet, comfortable hug. "You feel alright? Want some water?"

"Nu-uh," I mumbled, unwilling to part ways with the warmth of this embrace.

"... Steve, I found her snorting miles of coke all by herself while an some jackass was waiting for her to be even more out of it. It's rare that I say this but I had literally zero words." Tony punctuated his words by tapping his fist against the wall multiple times.

Bruce tightened his hold on me, a sudden influx of strength accompanied by a quiet, low growl in his throat.

I felt the sudden need to clarify the situation. "Tony, chill. It takes me a lot more to be out of it, I'm fucking coherent and I'm talking sensibly. It's not my first rodeo."

Apparently I'd gone and said the wrong thing because all the men in the room were suddenly growling. I even totally forgot about Bucky who had the uncanny ability to exist in a room without making absolutely any sort of noise.

"The fuck do you even mean by that, Princess?" Tony screeched, probably already knowing that answer.

"From one rich kid to another, you should damn well fuckin' know," I spat, unwilling to admit my misery.

He sighed, audibly deflating behind me. I refused to listen to him, refused to be humiliated and exposed like that for my perfectly human desire to be happy. To not be a disappointment, to not be disappointed in everything and everyone. Bruce was nice and kind and warm and selfless but even he couldn't love me the way I wanted to be loved. Cherished, taken care of. All that mushy stuff. I was selfish, so I snuggled in closer to him, muting the world around me, replacing it with the smell and feel of him.

Cocaine made it a whole lot easier to imagine. Maybe that's why it was so addictive.

"Guys, calm down, you're stressing everyone out," Bruce rumbled quietly. I loved the way his deep voice seemed to reverb throughout his chest.

"Get me a cup of coffee, would you, Buckaroo?" Tony sighed again. I heard the sound of him slurping at his coffee. I heard Bucky's metal arm clunk against something equally metallic before the supersoldiers bid everyone good night and walked off.

Only then I removed my face from Bruce enough to take a good look at Tony. He was eyeing me, too.

"We have a caffeinated Tony," I said, softly. "Now we just need some science to have a happy Tony."

He smiled but it came out watery. He wanted to say something but choked on his words. "C'mere," He finally said, turning in his chair and opening his arms.

I unashamedly made grabby hands, the universal gesture for ‘I want, gimme’, and Bruce delightfully deposited me into Tony's waiting arms. It was like my birthday and Christmas came out all at once. Tony's embrace was warm, like Bruce's, but tinted with an unexpected familiarity. He smelled like motor oil and fancy cologne. It was heavenly.

"You keeping tabs on me, huh? Coffee, science and sass? That's your recipe for happiness?" The engineer asked me, a seriousness that didn't match the joking tone of the conversation at all.

"I think I got you figured out. Peter, too, is important for happiness. But in controlled amounts," I said, giving it a careful thought.

Tony chuckled, sounding a little bit shocked. "What about you?" He said after a brief moment of silence passed, interrupted only by Bruce's tea kettle coming to a slow boil.

"I don't think you need me for happiness," I said, meaning it. "But let's be honest, I'm a nice addition."

He stilled under me, briefly. Bruce cleared his throat.

"Brucie needs me, I think. He's lonely," I told Tony with a sudden influx of desire to be completely honest and 100% transparent. "And it makes me happy, because I need Bruce too. He's the best," I finished.

"Is that so?" Tony sounded vaguely tearful so I attempted to pull back to take a good look at his face. He didn't let me though, gently but firmly pressing my face back into his chest. "And me?"

"I do need you, Tones," I admitted without spilling any unnecessary details.

There was a child within me, small and scared and lonely, like Bruce. I hated her, hated being so soft and needy when everybody else obviously (and understandably) was busy with figuring out their own lives. I wished, desperately so, to just boom-boom-whoosh her away like Doctor Strange magicked away unwanted visitors.

Tony said nothing but his hands betrayed him. They shook and they held onto the skimpy see-through fabric of my top like he was a drowning man and I was his only floatie. For the moment, I closed my eyes and let myself believe he needed me, too.

"I'll catch a wink or two, wake me up if you need something," Bruce broke the silence, having finished off his tea. I didn't notice the time pass so quickly, too lost somewhere between here and there and Tony. In short, I was being lovesick all over the billionaire.

"Bwucie," I leaned backwards, pushing until Tony caved and let me rest my back against the counter, elbows on top of it, legs dangling freely on the sides of his legs. It put a lot of me on display. Tony had called me beautiful earlier so none of my usual habits of being appropriate around the man concerned me. He thought I was pretty!

"Princess," Banner came over to wrap me in a hug that was quite awkward, considering the fact I was sitting on Tony. It took some maneuvering to get it right.

"Night night," I said the usual and got a brief kiss on the cheek before Bruce shuffled off, yawning.

Tony was watching us with an unreadable expression. As soon as I turned my head to look at his face instead, something in him changed. His eyes grew big and round, the crease between his eyebrows disappeared. The corners of his mouth tilted up.

On a sudden impulse, I reached over to run my palm gently over the neatly trimmed line of his beard, following from his chin to his jawline, to his soft tousled hair. His eyelashes shook, fluttered, as the engineer leaned into my touch with the grace of a cat. "Kiss him, kiss him" my brain chanted. I knew I was a coward, I wouldn't do that. "Pretty," I said instead, the word coming out in a whisper.

He gulped, audibly. "Princess, you have no idea..." Shaking his head, as if he was surrounded by a swarm of mosquitoes, Tony briefly looked away. "You have no idea what you're doing."

"Nope," I agreed solemnly. "But at least it feels good. It feels right."

"God," He frowned, one of his hands coming to nervously card through his hair. "Nothing about this is right."

My face fell. Just like I thought, Tony wanted exactly nothing to do with a clueless little teenager. It stung and tears pooled in the corners of my eyes where I stubbornly refused to let them escape and make me into a crybaby. "Whatever you say, Tony." I was ready to agree with anything he said, really, if he would just keet holding me like that.

"Don't," He raised a palm. "Don't close yourself off like that."

Now I was genuinely confused. What exactly did he expect from me? I shrugged.

"You're clever, brilliant and beautiful, you can and should do so much better than all of this," He vaguely gestured towards me, towards himself, towards us and the whole damn city.

I contemplated my answer, briefly. "A lot of people tell me what I should and shouldn't be doing. Don't I get a say?" The bitterness had fought its way out and won. "I just want to be happy for a bit. All the usual bullshit."

He looked taken aback, really. Like he hadn't even considered the option. Typical.

Meanwhile, I continued my word vomit. "I want someone to give a damn about what I want and what makes me happier. Until then, I have no other choice but to take care of myself the best way I know how. Like everybody else does," The weight of his arm landed on my waist, pulling me close to his chest yet again. I didn't resist. No fight left in me. The tiredness seeped deep in my bones, chilly.

The sudden change of altitude startled me. The engineer had picked me up and started walking off towards the elevator, directing it to the lab. His personal lab. The tiles felt cold under my feet where he put me down to make his own beeline for the bar. I would've joined if not the drug in my system - the last thing I wanted was to land in a hospital yet again.

I took the moment to browse my social media, untag myself from all the unflattering pictures, post my usual shitpost. A tiny skirt, equally tiny top and fishnets - I felt out of place in his lab although I've worn more outrageous things previously. I was raw, torn open, bleeding my misery all over the room. That was not in my plan, but then again, when did ever life go as you planned it?

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*guy on the tumblr masthead voice* long post ahoy

I was thinking about the post I reblogged recently about how Queequeg is always saving people’s lives, including—not once but twice—Ishmael’s, and it occurred to me that Queequeg’s life-saving abilities aren’t limited to other people. He supposedly saves his own life in “Queequeg in His Coffin”:

But now that he had apparently made every preparation for death; now that his coffin was proved a good fit, Queequeg suddenly rallied; soon there seemed no need of the carpenter’s box: and thereupon, when some expressed their delighted surprise, he, in substance, said, that the cause of his sudden convalescence was this;—at a critical moment, he had just recalled a little duty ashore, which he was leaving undone; and therefore had changed his mind about dying: he could not die yet, he averred. They asked him, then, whether to live or die was a matter of his own sovereign will and pleasure. He answered, certainly. In a word, it was Queequeg’s conceit, that if a man made up his mind to live, mere sickness could not kill him: nothing but a whale, or a gale, or some violent, ungovernable, unintelligent destroyer of that sort.   

It’s a weird event, and the narration acknowledges how weird it is. It would be reckless to assume that Queequeg is being 100% serious in attributing his recovery to pure willpower, let alone to assume that he literally did will himself back to life. But if we don’t want to drown in the impossible question of “what [in this fictional story] is the ‘truth’?” then I think it is reasonable to assume that 1. Queequeg thinks there is some truth in what he’s saying, and 2. he’s right to some extent. I’m sure there are readers who would disagree, but I just think this whole passage is pointless if we refuse to take Queequeg at his word in the slightest. (Also, I’ve just never been the sort of reader who can constantly be like “is THIS real? is THAT real? how can we really Know anything? how can we really trust this character or that character or the author or ourselves?” I’m not into that.) Again, I’m not saying Queequeg actually controls his own health through willpower alone, just that I believe that his desire to keep living plays a role in his ability to rally. Specifically—and tantalizingly—he claims that there is “a little duty ashore” that he needs to attend to. (Again, you COULD argue that we shouldn’t take that claim seriously, but I’m not going to do that because that approach to fiction seems silly and pointless to me.) Contrast this with Ishmael: after his name (or maybe that should be “name”), the first thing we ever learn about him is that he habitually goes to sea specifically for the purpose of “driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation,” which, we soon learn, is basically a euphemistic way of saying “preventing his own suicide.” Both of them take action to keep themselves alive, but in precisely opposite ways: Ishmael, by escaping to the sea; Queequeg, by remembering the land. There are a lot of differences between Ishmael and Queequeg that are just the neutral result of them being two different people with different backgrounds, but this isn’t one of them. I totally get where Ishmael is coming from when he says “If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me,” but the fact of the matter is that humans are land animals and it is very much not healthy or normal to need to escape human civilization, repeatedly, sometimes for years on end, just to keep yourself alive (😢). Ishmael has that problem. Queequeg doesn’t.

Thinking about this difference—how the sea is Ishmael’s last defense against death, and land, or rather society, which is on land, is Queequeg’s—led me to think back on Queequeg’s history as related by Ishmael in “Biographical.” He, like Ishmael, leaves home alone to see the world, but for him, it was an active desire, not a coping mechanism. Furthermore, I could be wrong, but I don’t ever recall Ishmael expressing a desire to see or accomplish something specific. In “Loomings,” he expresses a desire simply to “see the watery part of the world,” and in “The Ship,” he tells Peleg, “I want to see what whaling is. I want to see the world.” I believe him, but that’s a very vague goal. It’s the goal of someone who doesn’t have a lot of direction in their life, a goal, in Ishmael’s case, born of desperation. Contrast this with Queequeg: he experienced “a wild desire to visit Christendom” and “to learn among the Christians, the arts whereby to make his people still happier than they were.” Not only is that a specific goal, the goal of someone with a sense of purpose and of self, it’s a goal that will enrich not only himself but his community. Queequeg wanted to see the world, but with the ultimate goal of coming home. The only reason he hasn’t done so yet (which I guess makes it the only reason he met Ishmael in the first place) is because “he was fearful Christianity, or rather Christians, had unfitted him for ascending the pure and undefiled throne of thirty pagan Kings before him.” Not only is he a lot more stable than Ishmael, he’s also part of a community that he cares deeply about and wants to improve. He isn’t just running away all the time. “Queequeg in His Coffin” ties Queequeg’s persistent will to live with his will to be part of society. Ishmael has neither of those things, at least not consistently, but for a while, he at least has Queequeg to ground him the way the on-land world (on-shore world? you know what I mean) grounds Queequeg.

Those last few sentences sound harsh, but I swear I’m NOT trying to criticize Ishmael; he is the love of my life and we do not know what has happened in his past that has led him to this point but we can assume it’s something and that he’s not just being edgy for the sake of being edgy. My point is just to show how he and Queequeg contrast with each other and how Queequeg is exactly what Ishmael needs and also just a really cool and admirable guy in his own right. While working on this post I actually hit upon another really interesting aspect to their relationship, but I’ll make a separate post about that. 

ALSO!!! While working on this post, I realized that Ishmael and Queequeg have even more in common with a certain other ship of mine than I previously realized. But I’m gonna hold off on specifying who that other ship is, since I have a tiny, silly lil thing in the works that will establish that parallel :)

#Moby Dick #Queequeg #Ishmael 'Merman Hellville' Fakename #literature #Anna reads Moby Dick #Anna reads books #x #analysis #I have many thoughts #oh my god they were roommates #ok. now I have to write 2000 more words of an essay that's due on Sunday. #ugh I don't want to do that! I want to write 2000 more words about Moby Dick!!!!! #just gentlemen

[neondrawsthethings]

Uhm... Hey everyone lol. And welcome to my Danny Phantom & Flynn Fenton story.

I am alive, I’ve just been so busy with personal stuff and college. I mostly wanted to post this because I am an avid fan of Danny Phantom and I absolutely wanted to talk about the video Butch put out a few days ago with Danny having a “mysterious older brother.”

This has actually inspired me to write for the first time in a millennia and while I’m a bit late to the party and very nervous, I really wanted to make my own version of the story on top of expressing my opinions. So here we go!

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I don’t like Butch like most people in the Phandom but I just want to preface this by saying that I think that his idea for a mysterious older sibling for Danny isn't a bad one, but the execution of it was very poor. The issues I mostly have of it is that it messes up some consistencies with the show, it has plot holes and instead of making Jack and Maddie slightly incompetent with people's safety, it makes them out to be negligible criminals.

A Summary Of The Original Story:

The original story went that they had 3 kids, Flynn Fenton (who's age was not disclosed but he might have been about 10), Jazz Fenton who was 4 at the time and Danny who was 2. Jack and Maddie had created a uncompleted Ghost Portal that Flynn had turned on, wandered too close to when it somehow started working and was subsequently grabbed by a mysterious ghost from the other end. The portal suddenly stopped working afterwards. Jack and Maddie found out about this after reviewing security footage in the lab, which they coincidentally didn't have when Danny had turned into a ghost.

After the whole incident, they hid the fact that Jazz and Danny had an older brother for years and take their time getting the portal to work again so they could save their son. Years pass and Jazz suddenly has a dream about Flynn and eventually confronts their parents over what happened and they tell their kids everything.

As for Flynn, Butch goes off in a tangent about a ghost who was responsible for the uprising and rebellion against Pariah Dark. I forget her name, but it was edgy and she honestly looks like a cartoon concept design for Thor's sister in Ragnarok, but if she had a Spiderman appeal to her.

Anyway, once Pariah was sealed away in the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep, she wanted to rule the ghost zone fairly and with justice. Or something. However chaos ensued now that the ghosts were free to do as they please without Pariah's wrath hanging over their heads. Over time, trying to keep balance in the Ghost Zone took a toll on “Thor’s sister” and she one day stumbled across and open portal and saw Flynn on the other side. She essentially kidnapped him and raised him to be her soldier for justice. Like the Winter Soldier.

The logic for this was that humans have ghost powers in the Ghost Zone. I mean, yeah they can fly and phase through things, but it was never actually mentioned whether or not humans had super strength in it. But go off Butch. Then he goes on to explain that in some reference to the Ant Man movie, over time Flynn just sort of gained powers as he became "one with the Ghost Zone" and became a powerful protector called "Exodus." Then Fartman went on to mention it was a reference for a machine in the Halloween episode.

So yeah, eventually Danny finds him and they've kind of got that dynamic of "I think you're the bad guy in this situation" when they aren't and duke it out until Danny eventually convinces this dude they're related. Oh yeah and Flynn had no memories of his human life.

Gonna be honest, I might have misremembered a few things but it’s honestly close enough.

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The issues I have with this concept are as follows:

⦁ Jack and Maddie have essentially been the direct cause for 3 people being harmed (and sorta killed) in some way by their Ghost Portal experiments. This doesn't even border on negligible at this point. It basically is, especially considering they should have learned not to let Danny near their experiments after losing their first son.

⦁ They come off as criminals considering they hid all traces and knowledge of Flynn from Danny, Jazz and most likely all family members and didn't even report his disappearance. They even had cameras in their lab and that honestly puts across the idea that they disabled them in case one of their other kids gets hurt.

⦁ There's already a ghost who considers himself to be the law of the Ghost Zone and it would appear that Butch forgot he created Walker for that exact purpose.

⦁ The female character who was responsible for putting away Pariah Dark honestly isn't well fleshed out. She can imprison the most powerful ghost in existence but is essentially useless at stopping lesser ghosts from causing chaos? Even if she did have help, how exactly was she capable of such a feat to begin with?

⦁ This messes with the cannon a bit considering there are some plot holes that can't really mix well with the established story.

I saw some of these concerns were also mentioned by the Phandom. Giving Butch the benefit of the doubt here, I don't hate the concept but I think it needs to be worked on more. I've read about what some people's opinions were and at least the ones that gave real critiques had some good ideas. Like maybe making the sibling either Jack's or Maddie's and it would have helped with their obsession of ghosts.

I have my own plot hole filled ideas with how this could maybe be told better. I'm not a storywriter and this might come off a little edgy, but man I love coming up with ideas. So here's mine:

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My Story:

After the incident with Vlad, Maddie and Jack decide that their ghost hunting days are over and resolve to live a normal family life. They have their first son Flynn, who had solidified their decision to quit ghost hunting and settle. After a few years, Jazz and Danny were eventually born and it seemed they had the perfect life.

One day while vacationing in a wooded area (location can change), Flynn had wandered not too far from the camp. Then a flash of light suddenly burst in front of him and he could see a whole other world. Jack and Maddie were alerted to the sound and ran towards where it came from. They gasped at what they saw and knew exactly what Flynn was staring into; a ghost portal. 

Before they could yell for him to stay away, a hand suddenly reached out and pulled Flynn in, the portal immediately closing as soon as he entered. Maddie and Jack were devastated. No one believed them when they explained what happened to their son, and this incident became the catalyst for them to start their ghost hunting careers again.

They worked tirelessly for years to get the portal to work again. Jazz had eventually chalked up their obsession to being a coping mechanism because they couldn't handle the guilt of losing Flynn and were in denial that he was gone. Danny was more of a social outcast than ever because people assumed his parents had something to do with Flynn's disappearance.

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Now with regards to why Flynn was pulled into the Ghost Zone, I would actually like to think Clockwork played a hand in it. I watched the Blood of Zeus recently and I kind of wanted to play around with an idea that inspired this next part.

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Clockwork knows that Dark Dan was never going to stay imprisoned forever. The fact that he still exists, even outside of time, was an omen he needed to heed. So maybe he meddled with a few future possibilities. Maybe he tried to get Maddie and Jack to realise Ghost Hunting was something they shouldn't mess with after hurting Vlad, which led to their decision to settle for a family. Maybe... He wanted Flynn to exist for a purpose.

He was the one who pulled Flynn into the Ghost Zone. Clockwork told Flynn that he would be the key to saving the future from Dark Dan, but withheld information on who he really was until he was old enough. He taught him everything he needed to know on how to defeat Dark Dan and trained him over the years in combat.

Going off the idea that Danny is kind of really average in comparison to the rest of his family, Flynn is a technological prodigy. He created weapons that Vlad could only dream of creating and can utilise technology that puts Tucker to shame. Once he was old enough, Clockwork finally revealed who Dark Dan was and how he came to be.

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As for the fighting portion of everything, I'm honestly not too sure how I could go about writing it. Obviously they team up to destroy Dan for good and Flynn gets reunited with everyone. He might actually prefer to stay in the Ghost Zone and be Clockwork's assistant. Idk.

This is as far as I can go with regards to the story and it was super fun to write. Hope you guys enjoyed reading it too!

#danny phantom #flynn fenton #dp #flynn #I've never posted a real story online before #have mercy on me #lol #and I gotta say that the original story really felt attention grabby on Butch's part

[lion-witchcraft]

Sans (Violentale)

He will probably kill you. He isn't right in the head anymore.

CHARACTER INFORMATION

ALSO KNOWN AS

• Oni/Devil (AU name)

• The Excutioner (Nickname)

RELATIONSHIPS

• Papyrus (Nephew)

• Gaster (Brother/Deceased)

• Grillby (friend)

• Toriel (Ally)

• Frisk (friend)

• Grizelda (Best Friend/Sister in law)

BATTLE INFORMATION

HP

98

AT

29

DF

15

EXP ON KILL

Auto LV up to 20

GOLD ON WIN

666

Appearance

Sans is a skeleton with a few gold modifications made to his body to reinforce bones that were damaged by Undyne. He dislikes shirts and opts to wear a tattered edgy blue and red hoodie zipped open with red edgy pants and a black gold studied belt. His most obvious body modification is the two gold horns on his skull he also has red and yellow eyes instead of blue. His eye lights are mismatched now due to his consumption of Monsters. His teeth were sharpened and capped in gold, his ecto is Red with flecks of yellow. He usually wears a predatory expression, and although it may be hard to believe he once looked much like Classic Sans.

Personality

Sans is originally much like the Classic version of himself, but after seeing his brother murdered,  and his psyche breaking as a result of consuming monsters he becomes insanely unstable with severe violent tendencies. He usually puts on a polite front till he gets his target relaxed then he immediately switches to a sadomasocist reveling in their shock an example of this being when Frisk sees them behead a Monster beside them offering it to them as a dead dog. He has a morbid sense of humor, and his gentle side only shows to those closest to him. He does have an appreciation for art and he actually enjoys body modification although originally he began it because after his actions he didn't want to recognize himself in the mirror.

Neutral Route

He will show up as Frisk leaves the Ruins with Papyrus to warn them that their being watched before disappearing. Then he shows up again to have dinner with Frisk at Grillby's where he suddenly threatens them about Grizelda. Later its revealed that he set all the traps that nearly killed them and as they walk he decapitates a Monster offering it to them. If Frisk kills a Monster Sans will shurg before asking if they ate it, and offer to help if they intend to kill Fate.

Judgement

If Frisk has not killed a single Monster a fight shortly ensues but can be defused. However if they have killed Papyrus, or hurt Grizelda he won't stop till he's killed them or killed by them.

True Pacifist Route

Sans won't understand why their being so nice to everyone especially the gaurd. He will repeatedly try to kill them out of confusion at their actions. By the end a fight ensues and if you keep dodging and reminding him of who he was he eventually softens. He'll help you fight Fate and save Grizelda, afterwards claiming your stuck with them now. On the surface the monsters begin to share their knowledge with humans and in the Epilogue Sans has become a tattoo artist. However it's a cover because he's actually a hitman for hire, and he particularly enjoys targeting criminals. He no longer eats monsters but has to continue to take Venom to ease his mental illness he's developed.

History

Sans like Gaster lost their parents to the war as Skeleton Monsters were some of the first on the battle field. He is no more than a teen when their sent Underground and he like Classic greatly missed the Stars. He was highly intelligent like his brother, and he even was apart of the designs for the CORE. After Fate enters the Underground however, Sans saw him as he truly was, a lying murder. He argues with Gaster on whether they should even be helping him given what Sans sees in him. After the Snowdin expedition Sans feels justified in his beliefs, and is overjoyed when Gaster sees the truth about Fate. He fully supports his brothers love and he begins to love living in Snowdin. When he finds out after doing a routine exam on Grizelda that she's pregnant he cries in joy that he's gonna be an Uncle. When Griz suddenly goes wild and runs off he chases her and sees Gaster die at the hands of the guard. He like Grizelda flies into a rage attacking them until they retreat. Despite the pain he tries to be there for Griz, the pair never have the same level of relationship she had with his brother but they do become like siblings. So much so when he sees her pain in eating monsters he begins eating them with her. It becomes an addictive taste, as does the feeling of fighting. However this greatly begins effecting his magic and his psyche as he has a mental breakdown. He goes on killing sprees developing a sadistic streak tormenting the criminals he finds, and finding joy if they manage to hurt him. One day he takes things too far and attacks Undynes father the previous captain before Fate in the middle of Waterfall. He has a long fight, but wins killing the soldier with his own spear before putting his dusting head on the pike. Undyne attacks him for this, and still weak from the fight he'd just finished can't do much to stop her attacks. She nearly kills him, but before she can land a final blow Griz shows up attacking her giving the citizens of Snowdin time to practically scrape him up and run. He finds out that every citizen donated their gold to Grillby so a cast could be made to fix his bones which were so shattered magic did little to help them physically. This was a wake up call that made him see he had 'issues' and asked Grizelda to give him Venom doses as the Venom has natural properties that cause a relaxing high. He found pride in his new appearance realizing he didn't want to to be the same person he once was anymore he did several body modifications to look how he felt inside. He'd unintentionally earned the name 'The Excutioner' from the many monsters underground even being called a 'Devil' at times. He decides to focus the majority of his hatred on Fate, and swears to end the pain he brings to those around him. Sans is initially distrustful of Frisk because of what happened to his parents, but tries in the beginning because of Papyrus liking them. While ultimately their actions determines how he feels in the end, he does see a lot of himself in Frisk. He believes this may be part of why his darker side wants to corrupt them into the same type of person he's become. Violent and Unpredictable.

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