#casper and nova were really fun ideas

[thecrimsonjaguar]

i think when it comes to the F+C finale it's important to see where the writers were coming from. And it's easy to do that, the lesson/moral they gave simon is fairly clear: Simon needs to appreciate his life because Betty sacrificed so much to get him here. alright, cool, that's good on paper.

I do Also think that the execution was poor.

up until this point, the crown has represented/could be viewed as many things. Alzheimer's, substance abuse, and anything else people have called it. In this series, a newer interpretation has arose: Suicide. And I'm certain the writers were aware of this. Depression and suicidal ideation are such strong themes in this series that they can't NOT be purposeful.

So their attempt at teaching Simon to appreciate Betty's sacrifice can ALSO be read as: Simon, the suicidal, on the verge of a relapse-man, gets put into a body of a child, (and that is very powerful imagery that does not help, actually) and is told nearly expressly that he fucked up in his relationship with the love of his life. He is told he should have sacrificed more for betty. And he says to himself: "Maybe i wouldn't have even found the crown". Basically it's simon pinning the blame on himself for his 1000 year curse on his mistakes with Betty. Which of course can be read as Simon's self loathing but the show does nothing to refute his statement, which i also have issue with. Simon putting on the crown was stated to be a Mistake. it was an accident. No matter what, the crown cursing him Was Not His Fault. Ever. It's not Betty's fault, it's not Simon's, it. was. a. Mistake.

regardless on if they should or should not have introduced these new flaws into simon's character, having simon learn his mistakes like This feels. icky. to me.

#adventure time #simon petrikov #at spoilers #at fionna and cake #I've been thinking about what I would do to change this #because i feel the need to put my money where my mouth is #i cant just say “this needs to be written better lol bye” #i need to prove that alternate ideas WOULD work #and right now my script has actually deleted casper and nova entirely #because i don't know how to keep them #casper and nova were really fun ideas #and the execution was fun too #but i cant seem to make the whole “simon possessed shermy and plays casper and nova” plot point work with my rewrite :( #will accept any suggestions if anyone's got anything! #another thing about the lesson simon learned #is that it -in universe- could have backfired so badly #simon could have Doubled Down #simon was already so depressed and prepared to throw his life away for someone else #and then he gets confirmation that “Actually. You Didn't Sacrifice Enough.” #Simon lets betty go in the bus scene #but what if he just... failed to learn the lesson she was trying to show him? #what if he goes “you're right betty. I should have sacrificed more for you like how you did for me.” #“i can't sacrifice anything for you now. i'm sorry. but for fionna and cake's world... i still have that chance.” #sorry im in fucked up thoughts land #at thoughts

[tattooednursewrites]

Fate, Up Against Your Will - Ch 3

Masterlist

Ch 1

Dean/Reader

Summary: A ghost in the past, and vampires in the present. 

Ch 3

Then (3 years ago)

              You jerked the slide back, loading another salt round into the chamber of your sawed-off as you rounded the corner. The ghost’s target, Emily, was in a salt circle in the living room. You had already unloaded two salt rounds into the ghost, but it was persistent. It wanted Emily.

             The ghost’s first victim, Brian, had been Emily’s live-in boyfriend. His death is what brought you here in search of a case. It had been ruled ‘accidental’, but the steel rod that had skewered him (when he ‘lost control’ and drove his car into a barricade) had demolished his heart in the process. It had seemed hinky to you. When a second body had dropped – another bizarre ‘accident’, but again with a demolished heart, you had known it was your kind of case.

            Your research had turned up that Brian had been cheating on Emily with a woman, Kim, when Kim died in a car accident. Brian would’ve been in the car with her if Emily hadn’t needed him to stay late that night and help her clean up after a dinner party. The girl that died after him had taken Kim’s place as his mistress. You assumed that the new mistress was probably the catalyst for Kim’s rage. So, after taking her revenge on Brian and the girl that had taken her place as his mistress, she was moving on to her next target. Emily.

            Emily had taken the whole ‘ghosts and monsters are real’ speech surprisingly well, considering. Between the shock of her boyfriend dying, and then finding out he had been cheating not just once - but twice, she was holding up amazingly well. Add on the fact that the Kim’s ghost was responsible for the deaths? You were impressed Emily was walking and talking. When you had explained to her that she was the next target, she rolled her eyes like she expected nothing less and asked what needed to be done. No break down, no tears, straight to the point. You respected that. You had salted and burned Kim’s bones once you made the connection between her and the victims, so there had to be something else keeping her here. You were headed up the stairs, to see if Brian had kept anything that belonged to his mistress that might be allowing her to stick around, when Emily screamed. Shit.

            You rushed into the living room and were promptly thrown into the bookcase. Ouch. Shaking it off you stood and took in the scene before you. Emily was still in the salt circle, but there were books and various debris in there with her. Since Kim couldn’t reach her, she was settling for throwing stuff at her. You looked around the in the chaos, searching for your shotgun. You noticed something peeking out of the pages of a book on the floor. When you pulled it out of the book you saw it was a picture of Kim and Brian. You flipped it, and as soon as you saw the swak you reached for your lighter. Hoping the lip print was the link, you lit the photo. Kim screamed, turning to attack you before disappearing with the picture. When she was gone you moved to check on Emily.

           “Well,” she said bracing to push herself up from the floor, “now that that is taken care of, I could use a drink.”

            You laughed full out, walking over to her and offering her a hand up. She stood, thanking you and headed for the kitchen. You followed, nodding. “Yeah, I think a drink is definitely called for.”

 ***

              You finished off your coffee and sighed. The diner was nice, and breakfast (although it was closer to lunch time) and coffee had helped with your mild hangover. You left Emily your number before you left in case she needed anything. She had already texted a couple times bitching about cleaning up after ‘Casper the bitchy mistress’. You had invited her to breakfast, but she declined in favor of a little hair of the dog. You understood that, too. You’d been there more than once.

              You stood, picking up your check and taking it to the counter. You passed a booth that was occupied by two men. One had his back to you, but you could tell by his salt and pepper hair he was a bit older. The other… holy panty dropper. If he hadn’t been dining with what seemed to be his dad, you might have made a move. He had light brown hair and some scruffy stubble. He had gorgeous eyes. You weren’t close enough to see the color, which you found disappointing. And his mouth? You wanted to find out if it was as soft as it looked. The waitress at the register cleared her throat, breaking your trance. You paid your bill, leaving a nice tip, before booking it out of there without looking back. You didn’t want to risk getting caught staring.  

 ***

              “Dad, it looks like a simple salt and burn. I know you’ve got a lead you need to follow. I can handle this one.”

              “I think you’re probably right, son. We can check in with the girlfriend of the first vic, and if it seems open and shut I’ll head out, deal?”

              “Deal,” Dean replied, trying not to sound distracted. A woman had just stood up from booth in the back, and she pulled his attention from his conversation. Holy shit she was… hot wasn’t the right word. With her curves and those legs, it definitely applied. But it was more than that. The mischievous twinkle in her eyes, the way her lips had a subtle smirk. She was in a tank and jeans with boots. He didn’t realize how much he appreciated a woman in shit-kickers until that moment. She had her hair pulled back in a messy bun with sunglasses perched on her head. No make-up on, and it looked like she had a long night. Damned if he didn’t want to be the reason for it. He was hooked, and he hadn’t even spoken to her yet. Fingers snapped in front of his face, breaking his trance. Shit.

              “Back with me, Dean? You gonna be able to keep it in your pants and keep your head in the game long enough to close this case, or do I need to stick around and supervise?” John asked, shifting in the booth to turn around. Dean saw his dad’s brow furrow as he looked at the woman that had caught Dean’s eye. Then he shook his head quickly, turning back to Dean. Huh.

              “No, sir. I’m on it. No fun til the job is done, promise.”

              John nodded. “Alright then. We ready to go see the girlfriend? What was her name?”

              “Emily.”

 ***

              John watched the Impala pull from the curb and sighed. Back at the diner he had thought for a minute he had seen Nova. It had been awhile since their paths had crossed, but he knew from the updates Bobby gave him that she was still hunting. His suspicion had been confirmed when they arrived at Emily’s house to learn the ghost had already been taken care of. Something the little spitfire had come right out and told them as soon as they introduced themselves… “Sorry gentlemen, my girl Nova already took care of Casper the bitchy mistress. If you want to help clean up, though, I won’t say no.”

              Dean had stood there shocked. Hell, so had John at first, but then he thanked the girl for her time. Dean had asked him if he knew who Nova was, but he had brushed the question off. Dean had been ready to press, so John suggested Dean go on his own for a bit, to try it out. The distraction worked, Dean had jumped at the idea so quickly John worried it was a mistake. But the boy had to learn to do things on his own at some point. John had hoped his boys would be a team, but that dream left when Sammy did. John shook his head and stepped up into his truck. Dean was smart, and he was turning into a damn fine hunter. He’d be alright. Time to give Bobby a call and let him know he saw Nova.

  Now

              “Yes, Em, I promise I’ll stop by! I know it’s been awhile, but this is the closest I’ve been to you lately. And I think I’ll definitely need a mini vacation once we deal with these vamps,” you sighed as she launched into her ‘be safe’ spiel for the third time this call. Rufus had called and said he was about an hour out. Jessup had texted to say he would be at the hotel in about 45 minutes. You had decided to use the time to call Emily to check in.

           When you heard her take a breath to continue her lecture, you cut in. “Of course, I’ll be safe, Em. I promise. I’ll text you when my backup gets here so you know I’m not alone, okay?”

            Emily agreed, and only told you to be safe and stay in touch twice more before finally ending the call. You sighed, setting your phone on the bed. You had walked to the lobby for free ‘breakfast’ when you woke up. The coffee had been little better than brown water, but they had half a dozen different cereal varieties for you to mix however you wanted, so that was a plus.

            Sleep had been… restless. You rarely hunted vamps… they brought up too many memories. Avoidance didn’t really help, but after over a decade you figured it was one of the healthier coping mechanisms you employed. Plus, vamps usually had nests, and you liked to consider yourself more of a solo act. Sure, you’d collaborate occasionally, but you mainly kept to yourself. It was better that way. Safer. For everyone. You scrubbed your hands down your face, trying to clear your head.

           You opened your laptop and pulled up the city website. A friend you had met in a chatroom years ago, Lucy, had helped you learn some minor hacking. Not anything crazy, for that you had to come up with an excuse for needing it and then beg her to help. The only monsters Lucy knew about were the human ones, and you were determined to keep it that way. You always told her to call you if anything unusual happened and gave vague reasons as to why. The more you had gotten to know her, the more you realized she had some bad shit happen in her life already, and you wanted to protect her from your reality. So, you chatted frequently, and had movie marathons a couple times a year, but you only gave her half-truths about the bulk of your life.  

             No new bodies had been checked in to the morgue with unusual marks, but you didn’t kid yourself into thinking the vamps hadn’t killed again… they just hadn’t dumped the bodies yet. You needed to end them before more people died. Your phone dinged pulling you from your thoughts. Jessup was here and checking in to a room. Good. You texted him your room number.

            There was a knock on the door just as your cell started to ring. Rufus.

            You opened your phone and brought it to your ear as you checked the peep hole. The guy at the door reminded you a little of Garth. His hair was darker, and he wasn’t quite as wiry, but his structure was similar. “Rufus, you close?”

              “Yeah girl, just hit city limits. I’ll be there soon.” He didn’t wait for you to respond before hanging up.

              You opened the door, your gun held loosely at your side. “Jessup?”

              He nodded, extending his hand. “You must be Nova.”

            You slipped Vera back in her holster before taking his hand. “Sorry, can’t be to careful. Nice to meet you, thanks for coming.”

              “No problem. Dean mentioned vamps?”

              You paused at the name. “Uh… Dean?”

              “Yeah, he said his friend Bobby was putting the call out for backup. Do you not know Dean? Winchester?”

              “Can’t say I do. Bobby let me know you were coming, so I just assumed he had spoken with you. Send my thanks along to Dean, yeah?” Damn it, Bobby. He was trying to keep the fact that John’s son was at his place from you. It had to be. There’d be time to deal with that later.

              “Of course. So, what are we looking at?”

            There was another knock at the door, and you checked it to see a impatient looking Rufus fidgeting outside. “Rufus!” you greeted opening the door and pulling the grumbling hunter into a hug. “Thank you for coming to help. I know you’re retired.”

              “Yeah, yeah. Let’s get this over with,” he grumbled, making his way to the table.

              “Rufus, this is Jessup. Jessup, Rufus.”

            After the formalities were done you started going over what you knew.

            Rufus leaned back when you finished going over everything. “Glad you waited for backup. Makes you smarter than most of us. Let’s go check out the places on your list. We can make a plan from there.”

            You and Jessup nodded. “Okay, I’ll drive,” you said, grabbing your keys. Rufus grumbled but didn’t argue. Time to find some vamps.  

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