Do you have info on commissions in general? such as 2dmvs, songs, etc. Anything released by the devs about stuff like what it takes to commission artists for content that’ll be used ingame, how long in advance the creator that’s being commissioned has to be contacted, have there been any rejected/remade commissioned songs, etc etc.
I’m particularly wondering if there’s disclosed info about the song Order Made and any other commissioned songs that had the Sekai version vocaloid tuned by the producer, because how would the game’s management arrange for that?
Here's some stuff I know
Most of this is taken from the Corocoro producer interviews, and you can find them all here. I mainly just skimmed them for trivia, but they're worth a read and there's probably some stuff I missed.
According to devs, the process of commissioning and producing songs can take around 8 months, though according to individual producers, the production of the song (not including recording vocals and mixing) can take anywhere between days and about a year. Producers are given a story summary, along with some words and phrases that staff would like to be reflected, and then given free reign on the rest (though management does oversee things)
In addition, event plot outlines have to be finished by the time the producer is commissioned for the event song, although this definitely didn't seem to be the case earlier on in the game, as you'll see further down this post.
According to Project Message vol.15, earlier commissions would have their SEKAI version Virtual Singer picked based on the producer. This is why Nijiiro Stories has two Virtual Singers, as staff decided that MEIKO and KAITO fit the image of OSTER Project best.
Both TONDEMO-WONDERZ and Showtime Ruler had their first drafts scrapped. Tondemo was because Sasakure didn't like his early drafts, but Showtime Ruler's first draft was rejected by staff because they didn't think the style was right.
Surii actually made two versions of Kagirinaku Haiiro e. He asked staff to pick which one they preferred and that's the one in the game.
DIVELA wrote two songs before Tenshi no Clover
Depending on the artists, the song can take a matter of days to compose, or months. For example, DECO*27 composed needLe in 3 days, but it took Giga 6 months to finalise Ready Steady.
Here's an interesting one. Karasuyasabou looked at fans talking about WxS stories to help him with writing the lyrics to Showtime Ruler, alongside reading the stories himself. He describes the song's lyrics as being "written with the fans".
There's a bit of a grey area in how things were handled early on. For example, DECO*27 mentions in his Corocoro interview that he was given character illustrations and he talked about story, suggesting that he was given something to work with there. However, PinnochioP mentions only being given the prompt of "abandoned theme park" and some character designs, and NayutalieN mentions only being given character designs because things weren't set in stone at the time (I think NayutalieN was approached very early).
So yeah, MORE! JUMP! MORE! was written with no knowledge of story. NayutalieN was informed of things as they progressed, but it was still vague details that he was given. Also mentioning fragments of feelings in the lyrics was a complete coincidence.
OSTER Project mentioned in her interview that On A Holy Night, This Singing Voice had not been completed when she was commissioned, so she also worked from very vague details.
40mP was another producer who was approached long before release
SEGA specifically asked 40mP for a song with a "serious story" but "not too dark" (same link as above)
Meanwhile, HachiojiP was advised to add classical elements to RAD DOGS fit the event story
Ayase was contacted long before the release of the game as well, despite his song not releasing in-game until quite a while after release.
Ayase also was given the privilege of choosing what unit he got to make a song for. He chose VBS because he thought they fit hit vibe most and because he thought they were cool.
Police Piccadilly was requested to make a song that wasn't "too agressive or over-the-top"
Aqu3ra was given a bit more free will though, and was just told to make their comm sound how they wanted it to
They also made two demos, and after consultation with staff, chose one of the demos to finalise
TOKOTOKO was told to make "a song that would be exciting in live performances". As you can probably tell at this point the prompts received can vary greatly between producers.
there's not a huge amount of information outside of the corocoro interviews, and they've only done up to Yuukisan (Mirai) so far, so there's limits on how much i can tell you. Also not every song got an interview, so now Nulut, no Mafumafu, no Neru unfortunately. I suggest to keep an eye out for new interviews if you're interested; they seem to be going at a pace of one or two per month.
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Harlequin Prince (2)
Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually
Debbie and Fester Addams
One | Two | Three | Four
Rick and Evelyn O'Connell
One | Two | Three
Harley Quinn
One | Two (you're here!)
10th Doctor and Rose
One | Two (on the way!)
Scooby Gang (there are plans for this one lmao, so plz be patient with me orz)
Jedidiah and Octavius (from Night at the Museum)
One
Queen ClarisseRenaldi
One | Two
This part was line-jumped on Ko-Fi, which means y'all got it sooner than I originally planned!
If you want to line jump your favorite series, you can learn more here
Ironically, even tho the post says about a week of turn around, I get so excited that somebody wants to line jump that I just write it immediately lmao
Steve finally gets a good fight in this one, but it ends way too soon the poor boy. Either way, he also gets to meet some of the party!
As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;)
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Steve knew his dad wasn't in the picture, but he never knew why. He never asked, but he started to get this horrible feeling after a while. Harley Quinn's past was well known to Steve, her previous...associate and her relationship with him isn't exactly a secret, no matter how much his mother tried to keep them from him. She couldn't protect him at school, and she couldn't protect him from hearing people talking on the streets.
So, yeah, from the age of nine, Steve walked around with this horrendous knowledge in his gut, a knowledge that he wanted to think was just him being paranoid. But it wasn't. He knew it wasn't. He just couldn't admit that to himself, and he couldn't ask his mother because he didn't want to send her down that particular lane of memories. So it festered, and Steve pretended it didn't exist at all.
Until, that is, his 13th birthday. It was held at Uncle Bruce's mansion because his mother wanted to go all out. It was as much a celebration for her (a full three years without getting sent to Arkham!) as it was for him (managing to stay alive for 13 years in Gotham with Harley Quinn for a mother). Steve hadn't minded, either, especially when he saw the absolute joy she had when picking out the hugest bounce-house she could find with Uncle Bruce's sleek black credit card.
The party was catered by Steve's favorite Indian restaurant, the guests were limited to immediate friends and family, the bounce-house was extra bouncy, and a table was practically buckling under the weight of the gifts piled on top of it. It was, by far, Steve's best birthday, surpassing even the one he spent in Arkham after letting Poison Ivy out of her cell.
"Hey, Dumplin'!" his mother shouted, waving at him from the top of the bounce house she'd managed to climb. When Steve looked at her, she grinned even brighter and jumped, launching off turrets and rolling down sloped walls before landing on her feet on the ground. "Let's get to them presents!"
Steve laughed, looked at the table eagerly, and nodded. Her grin somehow getting wider, Harley turned, cupped her hands around her mouth, and shouted, "GET YOUR ASSES IN GEAR, EVERYONE! STEVIE'S OPENIN' PRESENTS!"
Soon enough, Steve was standing in front of the table, surrounded by everyone, and not at all sure where to start with the mountain of presents. "You should open mine first," Jason said, grinning as he gestured to a bike-shaped package.
It was, in fact, a bike. A motorcycle, specifically, with a red and black helmet and the promise of lessons from Jason whenever he wanted. Steve loved it immediately and ignored Uncle Bruce muttering about driving laws and how Steve couldn't operate any motorized vehicle until he was fifteen. "Well," he said, "as long as I don't get caught by Batman, who's gonna know?"
That had earned him a laugh and his mother's hand ruffling his hair. "Go on, Dumplin', choose another."
Dick got him a literal outfit's worth of Wonder Woman merch, accessories included, that made Bruce look ready to pop a blood vessel. Tim gave him small tracking pins and a hacked handheld game console to watch the trackers with the promise of free upgrades anytime he wanted. Damien gave him daggers since he "wasn't good enough for real swords, but everyone should have a blade" on them, just in case. Cass, Steph, and Barbara pooled their skills together (and Alfred, they borrowed Alfred a lot) to make him an Unofficial Robin costume, complete with shorts only slightly less scandalous than Dick's original costume.
Bruce, when he finally stopped glaring at the three of them, gave Steve a fingerprint panic button shaped like a bat and easily attached to a key ring. "For emergencies, Steve," he said, "Just hold your thumb to it for three seconds."
"This is perfect for the next time we run out of ice cream," Steve said, grinning as he attached it to his key chain.
"Emergencies."
"Oh. So if we run out of mint chip, specifically. Got it."
Bruce merely sighed and let him return to opening gifts.
Alfred gave him a tin of homemade cookies that Steve immediately had to protect from the others. Poison Ivy gave him a Venus flytrap and the promise to help him grow it properly. Selina couldn't be there, but Bruce passed along her gift: a pair of goggles Bruce had handed over with a sigh and quiet request for him to use them responsibly.
Steve opened Duke's present last, eyes widening at the red leather jacket. "Wait, seriously?" he asked, holding it up as he looked at Duke.
"You're gonna be a troublemaker, Steve," Duke said. "Might as well make sure you're bulletproof for it."
Steve grinned wider and pulled on the jacket, swimming in the leather but eager to grow into it all the same.
There was nothing from his mother in the pile, but Steve figured the party itself was his present since she'd done all the planning. When she pulled him away to a secluded room in the manor after they'd all had cake, Steve realized it was just because she didn't want to share this moment with anyone.
She smiled at him, reaching up and gently tucking a few strands of hair behind Steve's ears. "You grew up so fast, Dumplin'," she said, sighing softly.
"Ivy says I'm like a weed."
"Ives is right," Harley said, nodding once before looking away. "Okay, ready for your present?"
"Wasn't the party my present?"
"No, no, Dumplin'. The party was for fun," she said, grinning as she reached behind her and pulled a comically-large mallet from seemingly nowhere. "This is your present."
Steve blinked, leaning over to look around Harley. "Where'd that even come from?" he asked.
"Jester Logic, Dumplin'. Don't worry about it. I'll teach you the trick later," she promised, holding the mallet out to Steve with an expectant expression.
When Steve took it, the weight threw him off. He frowned, shifted his grip, and suddenly had no problem holding it up. He took a closer look, noting the scratches and marks on the mallet and the faded paint. "This was yours," he said.
"Yeah, it was."
"I've never seen it before."
Harley sighed, tugging on one of her pigtails with a slight frown. "Yeah, well, I wasn't exactly a great person when I used it, Dumplin'. Tried to forget about that Harley and all," she explained.
"Then why give it to me?"
Harley looked back at Steve and smiled, reaching out to cup his cheek. "Cuz you're so much better than me," she said. "I think you'll do some great things, Dumplin', and maybe all the good you do will erase most of the bad this mallet's got."
Her words were so serious, her smile was so bittersweet, and she looked ready to cry and deny it. This was the closest he'd ever gotten to learning about her past straight from the source, a past he knew about it, a past that involved a certain person that haunts Steve's mind with terrifying potential. Suddenly, he had to know.
Steve didn't really think before blurting out, "Is the Joker my father?"
Harley froze, her shoulders tensing and her eyes widening as she stared at Steve. "You don't got a father, Dumplin'," she finally said, her voice quiet and her expression conflicted.
"Fine. Was he the sperm donor?"
With a sigh, Harley stepped closer and placed her hands on Steve's shoulders. "I won't lie," she said. "He is, but that don't mean a thing. His crazy ain't hereditary, Dumplin', and he's never gettin' anywhere near you."
"Does...does he know?" Steve whispered, "About me, I mean."
"It don't matter," Harley said, her voice firm and her eyes more serious than Steve had ever seen them. "I'll kill him before he gets near ya. Ives will kill him. Hell, Brucie wil---no, wait, he's got those pesky morals. Fine, Jason will kill him before he gets near ya. Actually, Jason'd kill him anyway, but the excuse will be good if Brucie scolds him for it."
Steve couldn't help laughing at that, feeling a little lighter when his mother smiled back at him. When his laughter trickled to nothing more than a smile, he asked, "Then, was I the reason you left?"
Harley nodded and gently tugged Steve into her arms, holding him to her and cradling the back of his head. "Yeah, you were," she said, her voice soft and soothing. "I was excited to tell 'im when I learned about you, but then I heard him talking to some goons. He was laughin' about running a kid over, breakin' their legs, and I realized...you wouldn't be special to him. You'd've been like his goons, all expendable and not even worth a glance. I couldn't put you through that, and I couldn't put me through it, either. So, I got us out the only way I knew how."
"By finding Uncle Bruce," Steve said.
He felt her nod. "By finding Brucie," she agreed. "He tried to deny bein' the Bat and all, but your mama ain't dumb, Dumplin'. I'd done my homework, and the butts matched. Once I explained it all, once I told him about you, he agreed to help."
Steve nodded, listening to his mother's heart beating against his ear. He glances down at the mallet again, tightens his grip, and takes a deep breath. "Thank you," he said, "for the gift and for telling me. I'll do good with it, I promise."
"That's my boy," Harley said, pulling back and ruffling his hair. "Now, lemme explain that Jester Logic to ya."
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Hawkins remains boring even after meeting Eddie. After all, Eddie's in high school (his second attempt at senior year, apparently), and Steve...isn't. He should be, probably, but there's no way he's stepping one foot in that suburban nightmare of a building. He can feel the normalcy, the utter boredom, oozing from the place, and he'd rather not subject himself to that.
So, he spends his day wandering around Hawkins, getting a feel for the little town until he could navigate the place blindfolded. He can do the same in Gotham, but it's more impressive there with the winding streets and sprawling sidewalks. Here, it's nothing special.
The most interesting part of his day is when he's sitting on the roof of a video store, one leg dangling over the edge with the other pulled to his chest so he can rest his arm on his knee. He's about halfway through a cigarette when a cop car pulls into the lot and a middle-aged man steps out.
He looks up at Steve, frowning as he calls up, "You shouldn't be there, son."
"I ain't your son," he calls back, grinning as he takes another drag and blows smoke out as the guy rests his hands on his belt. It reminds him so much of Gotham PD rookies trying to posture that Steve can't help laughing. "Is that supposed to intimidate me?"
"I'm serious, kid," the cop says, apparently ignoring Steve's question. "It's dangerous up there. If you don't come down, I'm gonna have to call the Fire Department to bring the ladder."
Steve sighs and puts his cigarette out on the roof. He gets up, stretches his arms above his head, and stands on the ledge of the roof. He grins at the cop, casually stepping into empty air and hearing the guy shout as he falls. He lands in a crouch on the awning over the door, swings to hang from it, and lands on his feet on the sidewalk.
It wasn't even much of a fall, but the cop looks like he's about to have a heart attack. Steve glances at the badge on his chest. "We done now, Officer Hopper?" he asks.
"Don't do that again," Hopper says, pointing a finger at Steve, "Or I will drag your ass to the station and call your parents."
Steve snorts, doing his best to hold his smile back. "I'll keep that in mind, sir," he says, giving a mocking two-finger salute before turning on his heels and walking down the street.
After a few blocks, he veers off into the forest, figuring he'll wander around the trees for a while before going to the Hideout to bother Bev and stare at Eddie and quietly pray someone else is gonna look for a fight.
Did he mention Hawkins is boring? Because it's fucking boring.
Steve sighs, kicking a stick as he shoves his hands into his jacket. He idly notes the forest is healthy. Sure, a few pieces of litter are strewn around, but it's not as bad as the parks in Gotham can get. Poison Ivy would find this place barely passable, which is hard to manage, and he's tempted to call her when he gets home to tell her about it.
He hums softly as he walks, enjoying the sounds of the forest until they just...stop.
The entire forest falls silent, which is weird; forests are too full of life to go silent. Even the bugs seem to have frozen in place, too scared to risk making a sound by moving. Steve stops, looking around him with a frown and trying to figure out what's caused this.
He gets the answer a second later when he hears a scream. The voice sounds young and cracks slightly, so it definitely belongs to a child. Despite himself, Steve can't help grinning as he takes off in the direction of the scream.
This is the most exciting thing to happen in the four weeks he's been stuck in Hawkins. As he runs through trees and easily jumps over bushes to take the shortest path, he makes guesses on what he'll find. Maybe Hawkins has a villain that's only now showing up. Maybe the town has a secret alligator or something that's decided to have a midday snack. Hell, maybe someone just decided to be a dick today.
He realizes every guess is wrong when he slides into a clearing to see a few kids (two boys, one girl) surrounded by some weird dog-looking...things. They have heads but no faces, crouched low to the ground and growling at the kids they've cornered. There's around ten of them, which would normally make Steve hesitate, but he's so desperate at this point for a real fight that he doesn't care.
Instead, he reaches over his shoulder, thinks about how fucking hilarious it's gonna be to jump out of nowhere with a giant mallet, and grips the handle as he swings it over his shoulder. "Hey, monster mutts!" he shouts, grinning when all the monsters and the kids finally notice him. "Let's play."
Pure, unfiltered joy rushes through him when the first monster-dog jumps at him. Steve's eyes are bright and his grin is positively feral as he swings the mallet and sends it flying into a tree. He roundhouse kicks another dog, using the momentum to bring his foot down on the head of a third before smashing its body with the mallet.
"Are you insane?!" one of the kids shouts.
"Certifiably!" he shouts back, watching as another monster-dog jumps at him. He waits for the perfect moment to back flip, bringing his feet under the dog to send it flying. He brings the mallet up as he lands, clocking another monster under the jaw. It yelps, crashing into another dog.
"Where'd this guy even come from?" the girl asks, turning to look at the boys with her.
"I don't know, but I'm happy to let him deal with the demodogs."
Oh. That's what they're called. Steve hums softly at the name, grinning as he twirls the mallet and swings with all his strength at one of the demodog. He rests the mallet on his shoulder like a baseball bat, watching the demodog arch in the air with an appreciative whistle. "Solid air," he says, nodding once before looking at the remaining demodogs.
There's only three, the others scattered in the clearing. He can't tell if they're dead or not, but he could always smash them to mush when he's done. Steve grins at the remaining dogs. "C'mon, then," he says, only to be filled with disappointment when they creep back, turn heel, and run.
"Damn, that's no fun," Steve says, sighing as he rests the mallet on the ground and leans on the handle. He looks at the kids. "You guys okay?"
The girl has orange hair pulled back into a messy braid. She's staring at him like he's got two heads but is kind of impressed by it. One of the boys has curly hair being smothered by his hat, and the other is wearing a basketball jersey. They're also staring at Steve like he's crazy. "Dude," the curly-haired one says, "that was awesome!"
"Where'd you get that mallet from?" the girl asks.
"Jester Logic," Steve explains, shrugging as he picks the mallet up and walks over. "Wanna hold it?"
When the girl lights up, he passes the mallet to her, snorting when she immediately staggers under its weight. "How do you hold this so easily?"
"Jester Logic. Again. It's funnier when other people find it heavy."
"That makes no sense," basketball jersey says.
"Who are you?" curly hair asks.
"Steve. Moved here recently. What about y'all?"
"Dustin," curly hair says.
"Lucas," basketball jersey says.
"Max," the girl says, her voice strained until Steve takes the mallet back, twirling it like it weighs nothing.
"Great. Nice to meet y'all. Now, what the fuck were those?"
"How much time you got?" Dustin asks.
Steve grins, thinking he's finally found something that can keep him entertained when he's not hanging around Eddie. "Plenty."
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Afterpain - Translyrics
dont point out the way i reached for the rhymes in this one orz
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If I was never born in the first place,
If I simply vanished someday;
I heard it all,
I found out,
I've realized now
That no one wants me around.
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There's no deeper reason that it was me,
It was just really unlucky;
I heard it all,
I found out,
I've realized now
That no one wants me around.
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Hey, why is it that
You never ever ever stop hurting me so much all the time?
My heart really feels like it's gone dry.
The sorry spells that I hid behind
Must already be past their prime.
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But even so, I
Guess that if things got this bad then I must be the one who's to blame,
Maybe it's fine if this doesn't change.
I just want to feel alive someway,
Is continuing to breathe okay?
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Hey, please tell me.
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An “I'm sorry” won't reach anyone's ears now, (but I hope that someday it will)
An “I'm sorry” won't reach anyone's ears now, (but I hope that someday it will)
An “I'm sorry” won't reach anyone's ears now, (but I hope that someday it will)
An “I'm sorry” won't reach anyone's ears now.
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I want yesterday's memories all gone,
I hope tomorrow doesn't come.
I was feeling so miserable and so alone,
Someone help me, anyone.
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Hey, if you really
Want to make me out to be the real bad guy in the end, then
If you ignore me, I won't complain.
After all, I'm used to taking pain,
I'll just have to taste it again.
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But even though
I've erased it from my mind inside my dreams it's still so vivid,
I think I'm almost at my limit.
Just one more time before our goodbye;
Oh, but I'm just kidding, nevermind.
Please forget it.
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Come on, let's go meet inside of all the pain,
You and I both in my special place;
Postmortem make-up covering my heart,
The way to solve it hidden away.
A suicide note as a counter-attack,
The stabbing words the little devil says,
“But I really do like you.”
(x2)
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Hey, why is it that
You never ever ever stop hurting me so much all the time?
My heart really feels like it's gone dry.
The sorry spells that I hid behind
Must already be past their prime.
-
But even so, I
Guess that if things got this bad then I must be the one who's to blame,
Maybe it's fine if this doesn't change.
I just want to feel alive someway,
Is continuing to breathe okay?
-
Hey, please tell me.
-
An “I'm sorry” won't reach anyone's ears now, (but I hope that someday it will)
An “I'm sorry” won't reach anyone's ears now, (but I hope that someday it will)
An “I'm sorry” won't reach anyone's ears now, (but I hope that someday it will)
An “I'm sorry” won't reach anyone's ears now.
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An “I'm sorry” can't reach anyone's ears now, (but I hope that someday it will)
An “I'm sorry” can't reach anyone's ears now, (but I hope that someday it will)
An “I'm sorry” can't reach anyone's ears now, (but I hope that someday it will)
An “I'm sorry” can't reach anyone's ears now.
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If I was never born in the first place,
If I simply vanished someday;
I heard it all,
I found out,
I've realized now
That no one wants me around.
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I’ve been thinking about omega Dick + omega Jason where they had a more mentor/mentee relationship with Dick thinking of Jay as his pup almost (mean while Jay had a big fat crush on his mom figure) and then when Jay comes back from the dead hot Dick is all like damn
Anything that features Dick having an 'oh damn' moment towards Jason is so good, hahaha. Unfortunately I've got a bit of an aversion towards the omega Dick trope though, so sorry. orz If you don't mind alpha!Dick though I've written a few thoughts below!
Alpha!Dick stepping up and providing as best as he can to fill an omega role for a pup that desperately needs one, society’s views on that be damned
And a lot of it doesn’t come natural, but the important parts do. It isn’t only omegas who can be tender with their care; it isn’t only alphas who are fierce in their protectiveness
Dick’s independence overshadows traditional dynamics; he’ll provide as needed to ensure Jason feels safe
Alpha!Dick + Pup!Jason
No thoughts just softness. With Dick humoring a rambunctious pup, letting Jason roughhouse with him - pulling at his hair and clothes and having so much patience with him. Just taking all that playfulness until he’s tired and then he squishes Jason beneath him until the pup falls asleep.
Jason having a penchant for nipping! Bites all along Dick’s hands and arms and shoulders because that’s how pups and omegas show affection. And Dick is so fond of them. He’ll roll up his sleeves just so he can see them and show them off because his pup adores him.
But also Dick teaching Jason everything he can. Jason thrives when he feels safe, so Dick makes sure Jason can look after himself regardless if Dick or Bruce are with him or not.
Dick making sure Jason will be independent regardless of how he presents. Jason has so much fight and compassion in him; don't lose that to some designation. Because alphas can be soft and omegas don't have to wait around for some alpha to sweep them off their feet.
Post-Loss of Pup
Something something Dick going feral for a time something
Having Jason in their lives would have tempered Bruce and Dick's aggression towards one another (with Dick challenging Bruce), but once Jason is gone Dick is all gnashing teeth and snapping maw and it's ugly
What were growing pains before and Dick learning his place in the pack becomes almost a severance of that bond because Dick loses trust in Bruce as an alpha completely
Tim enters the picture at some point. Dick also beats Joker and has that kill taken from him which leads to more fights, of course.
Because Bruce tells Dick, 'you don't have the right,' and Dick loses it because 'what right did you have!?' -- to leave Jason, to let him die, to choose being a hero over being the alpha Jason needed
And it's not fair, but neither is life and life has broken Dick so thoroughly. That was his pup --
The only reason Dick comes back/stays is for Tim. Doesn't matter that Tim presents as an alpha; he's still a child, a pup.
Extra: where Dick realizes that Jason never even presented; too young, still stunted. Seeing a photo maybe and remembering that Jason was small. Sitting on the fringes of a small nest and seeing some of his own things and breaking down a bit because he misses his pup; he never got to see him grow - he never will.
Extra extra: Dick falling asleep with his head rested along that small nest and waking up to Jason's scent and being !! until he remembers and then it's sad hours once again as Dick lays there, arms thrown over his face to hide his grief and biting his lip to keep from screaming-wailing-sobbing
Alpha!Dick + ???!Red Hood
Immediate, persistent attraction despite the safe assumption that RH is another alpha
Dick staring at footage of him that Bruce gathered, wide eyed and slack jawed until Tim nudges him and then Dick is snapping his maw shut and babbling a bit because what??
Are they finding a mate for him what's happening again?
A little turned on at the thought of what a fight that'd be just like 👀💦✨
It only gets worse when Dick sees RH being good to street pups like let him mount this man immediately
Dick being a little depraved and like, he immediately chastises himself because omg reel it in but like... Dick's gonna bitch him.
Alpha!Dick + Omega!Red Hood
😳😳😳😳💦💦💦💦💦
Dick is an alpha degenerate muzzle him now woof bark
For real though Dick being hot under the collar and very OTL about needing to keep it professional and like, maintaining morals
He won't be compromised for a genuinely kindhearted, compassionate, wonderfully competent albeit misguided omega crime lord
But also 👀
Also backtracking because idk how Dick gets to know this information? But I like to imagine it's in a situation where RH is vulnerable and instead of taking advantage, Dick like. Loans him a jacket maybe?
That gesture breaking RH down a bit because this is the alpha Jason fell in love with. It's the alpha he's missed so much and wanted so badly for. And it's been so damn long, but Jason gets something that has Dick's scent. And he can nest. It's a sad nest, but omfg Jason would be so 🥺; just comforted and tormented in equal measure and AHHH
Dick being every bit the alpha Jason remembers from before and Jason doesn't know how to feel about it because Jason is so hurt that Dick wasn't there and that when Jason came back, nothing was different and yet everything was and ;n;
Idk they probably get to talking and fall in love and it's heartwrenching because they're both coping with grief over one another in their own ways and yeah
Alpha!Dick + Omega!Pup!Jason
The most anticlimactic ending but like. There would be no hesitation in Dick pulling a trigger on Joker?
Especially after RH is revealed to be the pup Dick lost
Especially after Jason pleads with him and mourns how he was taken away from their pack and Jason doesn't need to say that he doesn't feel safe because Dick can smell it - that distress and grief and loss
Dick won't stand for it.
That's his pup. That's his pack.
Afterwards
Obviously there's something here about Dick being very overwhelmed because his relationship with Jason got complicated, what with the persisting attraction
Jason makes it worse because he doesn't share the same concerns
In fact, with how he was raised (by Dick), Jason is a very independent omega. He doesn't need to wait for an alpha to take charge - he'll court Dick if Dick is too much of a pup to do it himself
And thus Dick has to try and hold off a very beautiful headstrong omega and lbr he's gonna lose
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