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etaleah · 9 months

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What Is the Appeal of Sonadow?

I have a lot of thoughts about this ship, what draws people to it, and why some of the criticisms of it are exaggerated or less than honest. Putting them under a cut because it’s gonna get long.

First of all, the critique of “Lol why do people ship them when they beat the shit out of each other whenever they disagree on something, they’re abusive!” is dishonest framing for two reasons. One is that it ignores the fact that Sonic and Shadow are allies far more often than they’re enemies, and even when they are enemies, it’s usually over something serious, not just a minor disagreement. The other is that it’s bad media criticism to apply real human standards to a cartoon animal universe.

When you watch the classic Looney Tunes short where Bugs and Daffy are arguing over whether it’s Rabbit Season or Duck Season and Bugs tricks Daffy into shooting himself, do you see Bugs as abusive and evil? Probably not, because the laws of physics don’t apply in cartoons and Daffy getting shot in the face doesn’t actually hurt him. He’s still completely fine afterwards because he’s a cartoon and is therefore invincible. The same is true for Sonic and Shadow. Have you ever seen either of them seriously injured after one of their fights? Has either one ever needed to go to the hospital because the other beat him up so badly? No, of course not. They groan in pain for about two seconds and then they’re fine. If the creators wanted to convey them being injured, they could show bruises or blood or have bones snapping and the characters limping, but they don’t. The fights are never meant to be taken that seriously. I find this criticism every bit as annoying and overzealous as people who insist that Pinky and the Brain are abusive because Brain bops Pinky on the head. They’re cartoons, y’all. They’re not realistic, were never meant to be realistic, and shouldn’t be treated as realistic. Different standards apply.

To the second point, Sonic and Shadow don’t actually fight that often. In all the interactions they’ve had together, it’s only been a handful of times. They’re allies in the Archie comics, Sonic ‘06, the canon ending of Shadow the Hedgehog (they’re only enemies in that game if the player wants them to be), Sonic Forces, Team Sonic Racing, The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog, and most of the IDW comics, along with the endings of Sonic X, Sonic Adventure 2, and Sonic Heroes. They’re allies for much of Prime as well. But hey, let’s break down the times they do fight:

Sonic Adventure 2: Shadow’s memories have been tampered with and he and Sonic are literally fighting over the fate of the world.

Sonic X: Same thing for season 2, and in season 3, they’re fighting over whether Cosmo should live or die. Sonic says killing her is wrong, Shadow says stopping the Metarex is what’s most important and if that means little Cosmo has to die, well, them’s the breaks, pal.

Sonic Prime: Sonic has broken their world, Shadow is trying desperately to save it, and Sonic is valuing the Shatterverse inhabitants over Green Hill.

IDW: Shadow says Eggman is too dangerous to leave alive and if that means Mr. Tinker has to die too, well, them’s the breaks, pal. Sonic says killing anyone is wrong no matter the reason.

You see a pattern here? Most of the time what they fight over is literally life and death. They’re not going at each other’s throats over petty bullshit like who gets the last slice of pizza or who gets to pick the film for Movie Night. They fight over serious moral differences. I would argue that Amy and Knuckles have gotten angry at Sonic for way less than what Shadow does.

Now, there are a few instances where their fights are stupid, namely Sonic Boom and Sonic Heroes. But I think it’s pretty universally agreed that Shadow is out of character in Boom, and honestly, all of the fights in Sonic Heroes are very forced. There was no reason for Team Dark or Team Rose to fight Team Chaotix; their goals don’t contradict each other in any way and it’s clearly just manufactured conflict to give the player another boss fight. And these are the exception; most of their fights are over serious ideological divides.

Those serious ideological divides are exactly what makes Sonadow so interesting. I personally prefer ships where characters can learn and grow from each other, where their differences can clash until they learn to reconcile them. I don’t find a ship like, say, Sonamy nearly as interesting because I don’t think there’s many (if any) moral stances Sonic would have that Amy wouldn’t. They already agree on the important things. I’m not bashing anyone who likes that ship; if that’s your thing, good for you. It just doesn’t appeal to me because I think Sonic and Amy already having a lot in common morally means they can’t really grow and change from interacting with each other in the same way.

Sonic can bring out the best in Shadow, teach him to trust others and lighten up and learn how to live in the moment rather than being tethered to the past. Shadow can teach Sonic how to think before he acts, to view the world more realistically, and to consider the impact that his insistence on moral purity will have on others. That setup makes for some amazing stories.

Also? These guys love fighting each other. They’re both athletes and very competitive. Look at how much they smile when they fight:

Like…they love this. It’s so much fun for them. Sonic and Shadow are both competitive athletes who love pushing themselves, but in terms of speed, no one is any competition for them except each other. No one else can beat either of them in a race. Imagine spending your whole life winning so easily that there was no accomplishment in it, and then suddenly this guy comes along who’s actually as good as you or maybe even better. Finally you have a challenge and can really enjoy the feeling of being the best. That’d be amazing. They give each other something no one else can, and to me, that’s what good romances are made of.

And all of that is combined with the fact that Sonadow offers an Odd Couple setup, which is always fertile ground for fun, comedic situations that require opposite characters to work together. Plus the Enemies/Rivals to Lovers aspect, which adds a bit of “forbidden fruit” to the mix because we all know that the most tempting and appealing relationships are the ones that are Forbidden (TM). That’s literally the premise of Romeo and Juliet, people who aren’t supposed to be together but end up wanting to be anyway.

I wouldn’t want Sonadow to be canon, but I definitely enjoy exploring it in fandom. It’s a fun ship that offers a lot for a writer or artist to work with. And while I would never force it on anyone, I wish the criticisms of it weren’t quite so shallow and disingenuous.

#it’s possible I missed a few bits because I haven’t played all the games #if so I’m sorry #it’s just not financially feasible to play all of them ya know #sonadow #sonic the hegehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonic prime #sa2 #sa2b #sonic games #shipping dynamics #sonic heroes

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down-in-the-rainbow-square · 11 months

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Hi there! I was wondering of you could do a Fic where the Puppets of Welcome Home (even home) gets transported go our world? (Bonus points If Home just ends up INHABITING/BECOMING the building reader is in)

Welcome Home x Reader - Housemates

The reader's house suddenly becoming possessed by Home is such a great idea! Thank you for the request! Do you go by Kay or Kaylo? Or perhaps something else entirely! Just so I have something to refer to you with. <3 :]

Also, sorry for dipping off the ends of the Earth! I have been... Busy? Something. But I am working my way back!

Not proofread!

Words: 1260

Type: Fic (I think?), platonic

Tw: Food, breaking and entering (kind of), death (mentioned), murder (mentioned), panic/anxiety

So, let's set the scene, shall we?

You lived in the far countryside; you had no neighbours, a vast expanse of land, and a job that paid high enough to afford it. Safe to say, life was pretty good. Each morning you woke up, had a cup of your favourite drink, and got to work from home.

That is until one morning when you were reaching down to open the cupboard to get your favourite cup when the door opened for you! You were confused - a little startled - but tried to brush it off as the wind (you knew it wasn't the wind). Taking the cup, you headed to the fridge when yep, the door opened for you again.

Okay, now you're officially freaked out. What is going on here? Slowly, you took out the ingredient(s) you needed and shut the door. You went about making your breakfast very steadily, your eyes peeled for anything abnormal. Strangely, there didn't seem to be anything out of place. No sign of a break-in or anything, though you wondered why someone would break in to install automatic doors in the first place, and why you hadn't heard it.

Everything seemed to be going fine after that. You sat down at the dining table and had your breakfast. Suddenly, you got a knock on the door. You wiped your mouth clean of any residue and got the front door key. Opening it up, you did not see what you expected.

You were expecting, well, a person. Not a near eight-foot-tall four-armed, four-legged green... Thing. It kind of just stood there, whatever it was, and smiled. Yeah, you were utterly and completely freaked out by now.

It took a few moments of standing there frozen before the adrenaline kicked in and you slammed the door shut. You ran around the house shutting all the curtains and locking everything twice. Quickly, you shuffled under your bed and curled up, holding back tears.

You didn't know how much time had passed. It felt like hours and minutes simultaneously. Eventually, though, you crawled back out from beneath your bed and shakily opened the curtains on your window just a smidge, only to come face to face with a bright yellow circle.

You screamed and shut the curtains.

Now, what were you going to do? What in the world was that out there? Did it want to hurt you? Or, well, I suppose it was multiple things. But still! Were they predators? Prey? How did they even exist? Were they aliens? What's going on?!

Okay, no, you just needed to breathe. Think through this, is all. Alright, now, how did this start? Well, first things first your cupboard doors started to fly open on its own, then you met that giant green... Whatever that was. And then you saw a talking circle. Wow, alright, that did not help.

By then you were so caught up in your panic back under the bed you failed to notice how badly you were shaking. It was like you were some cartoon character getting shocked with electricity. In fact, you were so caught up in it you failed to notice your own house letting these things inside.

"Hey, are you okay?" a soft voice spoke from behind you.

God? Wait no, can't be. You're not dead yet, right? Yeah, you can still feel the carpet underneath you; you're not dead. Wait, but that means they're probably not dead either-

WHAM!

You tried to bolt upright and hit your head on the base of your bed. With a cry of pain, you laid back down on the carpet and held your head in your hands. All your senses were heightened, so this pain felt double the usual. The pain was so bad you almost didn't feel the soft contact on your back. Almost.

You stopped crying immediately. Frozen, you considered turning around to face whatever was there, but quickly decided not to out of fear of some face-eating monster or whatever else your mind had come up with. You simply held your eyes shut and tried to not breathe too loud.

"Hey, you're okay." The same voice. Soft, soothing, not something that would indicate hostility or some ulterior motive. Though you still can't be sure. "We're not going to help you. In fact, well, we could use some help ourselves."

"W-what?" you whispered, not even realising you had before it was already said and done. Once more you froze up, your jaw practically about to break through your skull.

The voice let out a soft laugh. "Yeah," it said. "We're in a bit of a pickle. You see, we're a wee bit lost, and we could use your help getting back home." The soft feeling continued on your back, which you realised was a hand. "So, whenever you're ready, just come on out. We'll wait." You felt the hand leave.

With a soft shuffling noise, you assumed the source of the voice had gotten up off the ground. You heard walking - lots of walking. You realised what the voice must have meant when it said 'we'. The door to your bedroom shut.

You laid there for what felt like eternity just thinking. Thinking about what had just happened to you. You tried to reason your way out of this, to say it all must be a dream, but you knew you were lying. Dreams don't let you feel pain, or at least yours don't. When you hit your head on that bedframe, that was solidification that whatever you were experiencing was real. That this was your life, and you couldn't stay under here forever.

Eventually, you crawled out from under the bed. You weren't quite ready to face whatever was out there, which is fair, by the way. You wanted to be able to defend yourself in case anything happened. Slowly and quietly, you opened up the drawer in your nightstand and took out a pair of scissors. With a deep breath, you wrapped your hand around the door knob.

The door opened to reveal... Nothing. Just the long hallways leading from your bedroom to the stairs. The long red carpet stretched across the hardwood floor past the doors to the other bedrooms and bathroom. Above you, the circular ceiling fan caught dead flies.

"Okay, Y/N, whatever is going on here is not normal," you thought. "Just take it easy, or whatever. Or- what am I supposed to say during this?"

Thankfully you still had socks on, because otherwise you were sure you'd be making quite the ruckus as you treaded across the carpet. With every step you glanced to each door around you, waiting for something to come out and attack. But surprisingly, there wasn't anything at all.

Until you heard it. A faint laugh coming from the bottom of the stairs. Hands clenched around the scissors, you carefully peered over the top of the stairs to see it: a small yellow creature. Maximum four feet tall (though it was hard to tell from your perspective), it had a sort of sunburst effect around the back of its head. The yellow thing wore a colourful squared shirt with long puffy sleeves and a blue overalls dress.

You tried to make your way down the stairs when it made a loud squeak. The figure looked up to you and smiled, saying "hi!" You immediately held the scissors out in front of you, the blades pointed towards them. They raised their hands up in front of them. "Woah!" they said. "Slow down!"

I'll be making a part 2 for this! Hold tight!

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powerpuffobsession · 13 days

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As much as I love Adam for a few fun parts of his character and for what he could have been at the hands of a competent writer (as shown by the fanfics where he gets properly developed)...

I feel like he (and the way he's characterised) is what broke Hazbin hotel season 1 pacing, Lucifer's character and the show's overall atmosphere.

(Long and packed rant under the cut, because I've been having these thoughts since I saw season 1, and I want to share them. Viewer discretion is adviced)

Before Adam existed (pilot era) it was all simple and worked more properly: a story about the hotel and its inhabitants, and most importanty, redemption. It was a small snuggly location with a few characters in the center of a plot

Heaven was in the background and kept as a mystery. Moreover, from what we've seen in the pilot, Lucifer was obviously a background villain or at least an anti hero, one of the real obstacles for Charlie to overcome on the way to her goal (instead of a minor inconveniece resolved in a single broadway song)

But when Adam and his weird obsession with murder broke into that perfectly cut out premise, everything just shattered. Too many themes got weaved into the short story of the 8 episodes: Heaven vs Hell politics, overlords, war, Charlie's conflict with Adam, the seraphims...

All of that pushed the hotel and the redemption to the background instead of Heaven.... in a cartoon that's named after the hotel. Because 8 episodes is not enough to talk about politics, a war and a 6 month redemption course (the latter even happened behind the screen with only some verbal hints given about the amazing secretive progress the hotel guests made that we were not allowed to see!)

(Had this cartoon stayed indie, there would have been a possibility of making more episodes and tackling more themes properly. But big name broadway actors are more important than that, it appears)

Back to Adam.

He is not even a good villain. He really should have been more of a background antihero. Give the man some sedatives, for f's sake! Where did all that rabidity even come from, after centuries of living in Heaven? Honestly, he'd be expected to act calmer and wiser than how he actually did, especially with how old he is (as old as the earth itself). But instead it's like he got frozen in a state of a dumb jock bully from high school

Imagine if Adam allowed Charlie and her hotel guests to prove that redemption is possible, out of principle, or curiosity. Hell, maybe even allow him to threaten to kill them, but not straight away! Later, after they fail to prove him wrong! If that's what Adam's role had been, the hotel part would have gotten time to breathe and more spotlight

All Adam did in the series, was:

1. make a lot of excessive noise

2. do dumbass things (and it wasn't even explained WHY he's the way he is, not even a single flashback or his own musings and thoughts shown, which makes all of his actions fall flat in every sense)

3. break the remains of logic (Heaven looks plain dumb because of him, not able to tell sinning from non sinning and to judge human souls properly. It's not even corruption, since Adam is not that important or benefitial to Heaven, an actual archangel like Michael could have been leading exorcists in his place and do a better job.... it's just stupidity)

And then Adam just died, for nothing and with no consequences.

I mean, straight after Adam's death Lucifer is immediately trying to divert the viewer's attention: "who wants pancakes? :D". It's like the cartoon itself doesn't care that the first human, one of the most mysterious beings in vivzieverse and someone who badly needed a second chance and therapy, just died. By a very stupid joke too (Niffty didn't even have to stab him).

In short, Adam's plotline is a huge waste of screen time...

And while his final smile to Lute may give us some hints that there's something good inside Adam, but it's more akin to mockery. Since we were never shown that there's more to Adam besides "the main character's opponent=ultimate bad"

And of course Lucifer was retconned into a pathetic uwu boi, who's depression and "silliness" have overshadowed the fact that he practically doomed humanity to a life full of pain, suffering and surviving and took away Adam and Eve's home. We don't even get the slightest glimpse of what exactly Lucifer DREAMED of that was so important to force him to do the humans dirty. Meaning it was something abstract and not thought-through anyway.

(Free will my ass.. Adam and Lilith did as they pleased in Eden without the free will, Adam ordering his wives around, Lilith being able to defy him and Eve being able to disobey God. What good did "free will" from that fruit even do them? If anything, it only did harm to everyone)

And so now this daft egotist is being portrayed as this selfless harmless character only for the sake of contrasting the painfully obvious bad evil that Adam is.

That comes off as black and white writing, fit more for a childrens cartoon, despite the show critisizing Adam for thinking in black and white terms. Not a good look

#hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel criticism #anti lucifer

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daughterofcain-67 · 9 months

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🅦hαt 🅞ncє 🅦αs 🅜ínє (fínαl)

(Dean Winchester x Reader)

(Part 1) (Part 2)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: The Winchesters are visiting yours and Jodi’s place and now is as good a time as ever to tell Dean about his daughter. But the thing is, will he believe you? And will he be willing to take on having a family while he’s still hunting?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Mentions of events from different seasons. Be warned of spoilers. Dean Fluff.

Previously…

"Don't you think I know that? You're right, I don't always think before I speak. And I regretted what happened everything I said the second after I let it slip. And I regretted it ever since you walked out of that door, alright? But ever since I got the call from Jodi that you were with her, I knew I had to see you again to at lease apologize even if you wouldn't listen."

"Then show me that you regretted it. Show me how badly you wish you could have taken everything back." You dared as you looked at Dean. Dean didn't hesitate this time around and he backed you up against the counter.

He lifted his hand and cupped your cheek and started to lean closer and closer until...

You suddenly hear your daughter crying upstairs. You saw a change in Dean's eyes as he backed up from you a little. You thought your mind was racing before: it was nothing compared to this moment. What could possibly be going on in Dean's mind now?

"Y/N? Is there something you need to tell me?"

Your eyes widened and you felt like was going to burst right out of your chest as if you were some kind of cartoon character. What could Dean possibly be thinking about right now as he backed away from you? Would he be willing to listen to your explanation? Would he even believe you if you explained that the baby is his? What if he chose to think someone else was the father?

But you couldn't ignore your daughter's cries. You sighed, not answering the question as you walked past him and walked into the living room where you saw Jodi and Sam on the couch.

"Jodi? Can you take care of supper? I need to tend to Y/C/N." You asked and didn't wait for an answer as you started walking upstairs.

Dean followed behind but he looked over at Sam for a moment, "Did you know about this?" He asked as he motioned upstairs where the noise was coming from. Sam put his hands up and shook his head.

When Dean made it upstairs and managed to find your room, he stopped in the doorway as he watched you picking up a baby from her crib. Just the image of you holding a baby was both heart warming yet crushing. He didn't know what he was supposed to think.

Why haven't you told him about this? Was the child his? If not then who was the father? Did you have to go through the past year alone?

Dean slowly walked into the room, ending up by your side. He looked down at the little girl in your arms and he saw how she seemed to be the perfect mixture of you and him with her features. She was so small and vulnerable.

"So... she's yours?" He asked, unable to take the silence in this particular moment.

You looked up at him and saw the way he was gazing down at your daughter. You looked back down at Y/C/N and saw the way she was gazing up at the unfamiliar man but you watched the corner of her lip twitch up into a smile.

"Yeah. She's three months right now." You said and you thought about it for a moment.

"Actually, Dean..." You whispered as you tried to conjure how you were going to phrase your next few sentences. How do you explain this? You didn't want to make it sound more complicated than it was.

"Do... Do you remember the night you came back from Purgatory, the night we first saw each other again?" You asked, daring to gaze up at him again. You watched as Dean's brows narrowed as if he were trying to think but then you saw the look of realization appear on his face. His forest green eyes widened before softening and he looked down at the little girl in your arms.

"You mean... Is she the result of that night?" You nodded as a response and you bit your lip in anticipation of what he'd say or do next.

"Would you like to hold your daughter, Dean?" You asked and you could see the way he tensed up almost instantly. "What if I break her?"

"Dean, you won't break her." You promised with a softened chuckle and you carefully handed Dean his daughter.

As Dean held the little girl in his arms he started feeling so many emotions, so many thoughts flooded in his mind simultaneously. He had this overwhelming urge to protect this little girl at all costs. His little girl. He swore that the idea pf him being a father was so surreal. He thought he would never be able to have a family with the kind of life that he's had.

Then the sudden realization started to get to him. He was a father now. What if he would turn out to be like his own father? What if he wasn't suitable enough to be a father after all?

But the moment that he saw his daughter grin and he felt her little fingers wrapping around one of his, a sense of calm washed over him.

"She's beautiful." He finally spoke and you grinned.

"But why didn't you tell me you were pregnant to begin with?" He finally asked and that was when your smile went away and you put your hands in the pockets of your cardigan you happened to be wearing.

"Dean, I wanted to tell you. I was excited but nervous when I found out and I wanted you to be involved. But when I found out, Castiel was still missing. You were stressed about that and the next thing I knew, you and I got into the fight. I was too angry and hurt to tell you at the time." You began

"Then after I left and found my apartment I started thinking a lot more. I thought that if you really thought it was a mistake to bring me along, that I was just in the way, then you wouldn't be able to handle having a baby around to add onto everything. I didn't want to add onto the pressure you were already feeling so I thought it was best to just raise her on my own. After all I learned a lot from you and Sam about hunting. I thought that if anything came to harm her, I could handle it based off what you both taught me. Then Jodi came along with Cass and Jodi offered her home to us." You continued.

Dean listened carefully and his heart sank at the realization that because of that argument not only had he lost you for a year, but he lost the chance to be with you throughout your journey. He hated the way that he felt in that moment because of that stupid little argument.

He carefully laid the baby down in her crib again and he looked at you before he placed a hand on your hip.

"Y/N, I still wish you would have told me. I wouldn't have let you do this alone. And I've already told you that I've regretted that fight. And I have every day since I watched you walk out of the door." Dean said and placed his hand on your cheek again.

You searched his features as if you were trying to detect any sort of lie. After all, he lied for a living when he portrayed different agents or detectives. But this was different and you could tell that he was really telling you the truth. You relaxed against his touch and tilted your head a little further into his palm.

"But what are we going to do? I want you to be involved but we can't go hopping from hotel to hotel because of the job." You said, trying to think practically about it all and you watched Dean lift a brow.

"Jodi didn't tell you? Sam and I live in a World War II bunker that was used for this group called the Men of Letters. That's pretty much home now. It has several rooms, a library for Sam and I to do our research, you would love it there." He said.

"I'd love for you to come back with us. It would be a lot safer for Y/C/N. It already has demon seals and we have everything we would need for protection precaution." He continued.

"Wow... it sounds like it's a great place. I didn't know about that." You spoke and you tried to think. It did sound like it would be a safe place to be and your daughter could have a life with her father and her uncle in it.

"All that's missing is the both of you." You heard Dean whisper. Then the next thing you knew, you could feel his lips on your forehead. You closed your eyes as he lingered there for a moment.

When he pulled away you opened your eyes and gazed up at him and you grinned.

"Well.. When should we pack our things to go back home?"

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It's been about four years since the night you came home and you watched as your little girl was playing with Sam's hair like she was trying to braid it and you smiled.

"Unka Sammy, wear this!" Y/C/N smiled as she held up a boa for her uncle to wear. You snickered at the look Sam had on his face for a moment but he nodded and he bent down a little so his niece could put it on.

"What do you think of getting your stuffed animals down from your room for a tea party while you're at it, Baby?" You told your daughter and her bright green eyes widened and the biggest smile appeared at the idea.

"Oh yeah! Come on Unka Sammy!" She said and she took a hold of one of his hands with both of her smaller ones and Sam chuckled a little.

"Oh alright, fine." Sam smiled as he got up.

"Let's go, Half Pint." He said and he picked up your daughter and tucked him under his arm like a football only for your daughter to laugh and plead with her uncle to put her down to walk.

"You two have fun!" You said.

You were glad that you decided to come back home with Dean after all. It turned out to be the right thing to do.

Speaking of the devil, you heard the door open you smiled when you saw Dean coming through the door and he started to make his way downstairs with some grocery bags.

"Hey, welcome back." You smiled as you walked over to him.

"Hey, Sweetheart." Dean smiled and he lifted his left hand and cupped your face. You could feel the cool metal of your husbands wedding band on your cheek as he leaned down, planting a kiss on your lips.

You smiled when he pulled away and you took one of the grocery bags from him so you could help him put them away.

"What did I miss?" He asked as the two of you made it to the kitchen and you grinned.

"Well, your daughter was getting Sam dressed up for a tea party while you were gone. She was even giving him a new hairdo." You snickered and started to put everything away where it belonged. Of course it didn't take you too long to do.

"I'm sure Sammy's having fun with that." Dean said sarcastically with a smirk, imagining his brother cringing at all of the bows in his hair.

"Actually, Sweetheart...I've been thinking." He trailed off, sneaking behind you and he placed his hands on your waist.

"What if we had another kid running around? It does give her someone to play with. And I think she would make an amazing big sister." He continued and he started to place soft kisses on your neck and you blushed. You two hadn't talked about more kids until now but he did make a point.

"Well.. I don't see why not." You said with a smile and before Dean could do anything...

"Daddy! You're home!" You could hear your daughter's excitement ring out in the bunker and you smiled warmly as she started running into the kitchen.

Dean smiled happily as he let go of you and bent down, picking up your daughter and he gave her a big hug, "Hi, Sugar! I heard you were getting Uncle Sam ready for a tea party."

"Uh huh! But we need someone to help serve tea. Can you play with us?" She asked and Dean found it increasingly difficult to say 'no' to his little girl so of course he agreed.

"Sure can. Besides, I've got to see what a great job you did to your uncle's hair." He said and you lightly tapped his arm as if to remind him not to make too much fun of Sammy.

Dean looked at you and he snickered before he leaned down and kissed your cheek.

Needless to say, coming back to the bunker was the best decision you made and you felt whole. Your family was happy and well... nearly complete. You knew one day your daughter would be a badass hunter like her father and uncle, and she would protect her future siblings no matter the cost. Dean definitely seemed to be a lot happier now and you were glad that Dean and Sam showed up at Jodi's after all.

You looked down at your wedding band and smiled to yourself.

"Here's to the fabled 'Apple Pie' life, Dean." you smiled, knowing you both would be happy until the end of your days.

Thank you for reading!

This is the last of the What Once Was Mine trilogy and I thank you guys for your interest! I hope you enjoyed and I thank you for your feedback!

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@chriszgirl92 @wildernessflora

#jensen ackles #dean imagine #dean winchester #supernatural #supernatural imagine #dean winchester imagine #dean x reader #dean x y/n #dean winchester x reader #supernatural x reader

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ghostofthemost141 · 6 months

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Street Spirit

Pairing: Ghost x GN! Reader, First POV, no use of (Y/N)

Word Count: 1,457

Themes: Little Angst, Little Fluff, Hints at Emotional Abuse, Both Ghost and You opening up to each other

About: During a stakeout during a mission on a cold evening, you and your little miss sunshine attitude, manage to break down Ghost's walls he has built up.

Notes: I based this one off of the song Street Spirit (Fade Out) by Radiohead. Super great song! Nickname for this fic is Robin, meaning shining and bright. I aimed for this to be gender neutral but if it doesn't seem that way then please let me know! I'd rather be told so it can be correct for future works. Enjoy!

It may be chilly out here, but I was comfortable. I love winter time, it is my favorite season in the entire year. The snow, the animals being dusted with snow frolicking through the knee deep snow, ice skating, it is truly the best season of the year.

“You payin’ attention, Robin?” Ghost’s sudden voice made me jump.

“Oh uh yes, yes sir Lieutenant.” I said, bringing my focus back to where we were looking.

“Just sir is fine.” Ghost reminded me.

“Yes, sir.”

Ghost made a quiet sigh when he heard me. I try not to annoy him really, but I look up to Ghost in an odd way. He is very strong, very brave, and can turn his emotions off. I am learning so much from him the more I do missions with him and he always insists that I do missions with him, so he can’t hate me that much, right?

“I’m sorry.” I mumbled, but he heard me.

“You don’t need to apologize every single time, alright? You’re fine.” Ghost reassured me, despite his tone remaining the same.

I didn’t say anything back as I regained my focus at the building we were scoping. I could hear Ghost mumbling something to himself.

Makes me wonder how you got into this field in the first place.

Oh.

“I want to make my parents proud.” I said out loud, letting him know that I heard him.

He didn’t say anything back but his eyes were on me.

“They never really said they were proud of me. Ever. Not when I got my first school award, not when I graduated high school, not when I graduated college, not ever. But my younger sister, she could make a B on a test and they would praise the ground she walked on. It’s not fair, you know?” I poured out, not caring whether or not he was listening.

It was silent for a moment and through the blistering cold winds I could barely feel the small tears that were falling down my face.

“Why do ‘ou want their approval so badly?” Ghost asked, surprised he was even asking.

I shrugged my shoulders.

“Cause they are my parents, I guess? I don’t know.”

I honestly wasn’t even sure how to answer that.

“Why do you keep seeking validation from ‘hem when you know it’s not going to change?”

Now he was asking the real questions.

“You got me there, L.T.” I say, seeing a white rabbit hopping around through the snow.

The white rabbit dug through the snow every so few feet, looking for some food. Oh to be a white rabbit in the winter just hopping through the snow, not having a care in the world. The only thing I’d miss is being around L.T. Even though it is quite forbidden, I feel like I have begun to develop feelings for my Lieutenant. Everytime I am near him or close to him, my heart starts pounding out of my chest as if I was one of those silly cartoon characters from the 70s that was in love. Their faces turning bright red with blush and their hearts pounding out of their chests in a very cartoony and exaggerated way. That’s how I felt every time I was around Lieutenant. I most definitely looked up to Lieutenant Ghost and I wish to be like him the longer I am down the road, but I didn’t see myself developing feelings for him. I leaned my head down, in almost shame, feeling more of my tears run down my face.

Why can’t you be more like your sister?

She has better grades than you.

You’ve grown pudgy, you need to be fit like your sister.

She is picture perfect, why can’t you be like her?

Why can’t you be like her?

Why

Can’t

You

Like-

“You’ll freeze if you keep this up, love.”

I felt a soft felt get pushed up on my face by Ghost as he essentially wiped my cold tears off of my face. He is not wrong about that. I was kind of surprised he was looking out for me and he was leaning in close to me- Wait, did he just call me love?

“Thanks, L.T.” I thanked him as my face dried up from my tears.

“Just..Simon is alright.”

I turned to see if he was serious and I could just see from his eyes that he was indeed serious.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Only if it's just the ‘too’ of us.” He reiterated.

I had to hold in my chuckle hearing how he said two, and luckily I managed to keep it together.

“Yes, sir.” I said, nearly letting a chuckle out.

We were now in a comfortable silence, still waiting for our target to show up to the building that we were staking out right now. Price, Soap, Gaz, and Laswell were on the other side of the building doing what Ghost and I were doing basically. It’s just that Ghost insisted I came with him.

“Simon?”

“Hm?” He grumbled.

“Why did you insist I come with you for this and not anyone else?” I ask.

Ghost did a deep sigh, as if he was preparing the right words to say.

“Despite your, little miss sunshine attitude, I see great potential in you.” Simon confessed.

Lieutenant sees potential in me? Pinch me, I must be dreaming.

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah.” Ghost said, “I want to train you to be better than I am.”

“Why? You’re great, Simon. A great leader and person.” I told him.

Ghost did another one of those sighs, except this time the silence between us was longer than it had been. Did I say something bad?

“Well, I actually went through what you went through. Sort of.” Simon started.

And now he is opening up to me? This is kind of crazy cause I have no idea what kind of person Simon is nor who or what he was before he came to the Task Force.

“My father shouldn’t have been a father. He was a real piece of shiet. Always taunted me, made fun of me, commented everythin’ I did, it was as if my existence was just wrong in his eyes.” Simon explained to me.

I felt my heart sink as Simon told me that. I had no idea he went through something like that but I guess it explains the way that he is.

“I decided to join the military, to get away from it all. Only to come across the wrong enemy and..” Simon paused, collecting his words, “my mother, brother, and father were all murdered by the enemy. I was also tortured for hours on end. Bloody fuckers trying to break me, but they never did. I eventually blew the wanker’s brains out. But it all sticks with me.” Simon finished.

I felt a frog enter my throat, in shock from what Simon just told me. I didn’t know what to say. I can tell this has affected him greatly and it sticks with him. He has to live with something like that every single day. I couldn’t imagine. Simon was still close up next to me that our shoulders were nearly touching. Without putting too much thought into it, I raised my hand up and rested it on Simon’s shoulder. I can tell he felt it, but he didn’t turn nor acknowledge me.

“I am sorry about that, Simon. This may seem kind of silly, but if you are ever having one of those days, you know, when it is hurting you more than it should on any given day, you can come to me.” I offered.

“Thank you, Robin. You can do the same for me.” Simon offered as well.

“It will be our little secret.” I teased.

“Don’t push it, bird.”

“Hey, it's Robin to you! Price declared that as my name after all.” I taunted, earning an eye roll from Simon.

“Yeah, yeah.” He mumbled.

As much as I liked our little moment together, it felt good to be back to our normal basis. From a far distance, I could see Soap’s light signal.

“That’s us.” I said as Simon quickly got up on his feet.

As I was starting to get up, Simon reached his hand down to me. I grabbed it and he lifted me up to my feet. Damn he was strong.

“On the run, Robin.”

“Yes, sir Lieutenant Simon.”

Simon sighed as we began our run to the rendezvous meeting spot for our mission. Things shall be more interesting from now on.

END

#simon ghost riley #cod #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #call of duty #callofduty #cod modern warfare #ghost x reader #cod ghost #cod x reader #modern warfare x reader #call of duty modern warfare #modern warfare 2

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teenagemutantninjatrauma · 6 months

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So recently I was rewatching a few random Fast Forward episodes again (as one does when one is writing a massive AU about something) and BOY DO I NEED TO SHARE A THEORY

So like... Torbin Zixx, right.

This guy:

He gets introduced to us in the FF Bishop episode, of all times, as a mysterious vigilante who has avoided not only being captured but also getting caught clearly on any security footage anywhere! How strange! Anyways, Bishop introduces themselves to the turtles, Raph tries to attack his hologram, and the gang agrees to help Bishop catch this guy. Banger!

And then! We get to this shot.

Now, I don't know if this is a noticeable detail to anybody who like, has a life and isn't obsessed with this cartoon, BUT - boy does this face look familiar. The nose specifically is preeetty prominent.

YEAH I bet none of you were thinking THIS when watching that season (probably a good sign that you have better things to do), BUT I THINK.

ZIXX IS A BISHOP CLONE.

Consider the evidence - because there IS evidence, actually!

First of all, they get to stand back to back in the opening even though they both show up like twice? Three times? For mostly unrelated adventures? Why do they get to stand back to back instead of like, Zyxx getting a spot in the villain lineup that is also in the opening? He is ostensibly occasionally doing good but he’s mostly a trickster able to outsmart the turtles and get away - a trait Bishop has exhibited even when he almost fuckin died in Bishop's Gambit, by the way - so it feels meaningful to set him up here, back to back with Bishop of all people.

Second, they get introduced in the same episode, Bishop to Knight. I know we all rag on this season and the following season for not reaching the previous five seasons' standard, but I believe while Back To The Sewer was genuinely badly written, Fast Forward's issue was only that it wasn't given enough time to elaborate on all the things it set up - it is still written well. Things happen with intentions behind them, we are given as much closure as the show could manage, and so it feels like introducing two characters in the same episode has meaning. Combined with the shot from the opening, it really does feel to me like a point is being made here to compare the two.

Third, there is the parallel of both of them tricking Raph with their holograms - unintentionally and intentionally. It makes sense for Bishop, or someone made to think just like Bishop, to use new modern technology like this, because he's a resourceful bastard!

Look at him flinging himself at people he doesn't like. Me too, man.

"He and Bishop don't look alike!" - Well, not anymore they don't. But look at how Bishop used to look during the first five seasons, during his EPF era, and compare that to Zixx, and then compare Zixx to PGA era Bishop:

The nose, the face shape, the dual communicators? PGA era Bishop does look different and this could be attributed to either change of artstyle or the implication that his clone bodies have evolved and changed over the last century, but Zixx is a piece of who he used to be and has had to evolve differently, and thus looks the part.

(Additionally, we have already seen Bishop make clones of himself that didn't look exactly like his then-current body, when he made the Slayer army in Bishop's Gambit.)

This, by the way, would explain why there is no digital track of Zixx's face anywhere. Because hey, let's be real here - the opening of the episode is dedicated to how much information Bishop personally looks through.

If Zixx was indeed running around wearing Bishop's face, he'd want him gone, but Zixx, being a Bishop clone, would be smart enough not to get caught! Thus, the next best thing would be to get rid of any proof of similarity between them, hence these being the only picture Donnie, a de facto civillian, could find.

(Ironically, this could very well have lead to Zixx becoming the infamous enigma he is said to be in this world.)

They also fight alike, relying on acrobatics and on being able to push and pull their opponents around as needed. I am unfortunately too tired to get good screenshots/clips of this.

"But Zixx doesn't look human!"/"But Zixx has a different voice than Bishop!"/"But Zixx has green eyes!" - He's a vigilante in a scifi space show and has the face and voice of the most well known guy in all of space, is it truly a stretch to assume he might've gotten body modifications? We've already got one guy grafting alien DNA onto himself to survive and it's none other than Dr Baxter Stockman, notably another piece of Bishop's past that's come back to haunt him. Why not two?

You know this would also be in line with what I am now calling the Seeing Double Theme - Dark Turtles and a new Turtle Titan are in this story, confrontations of the future and the past self in some way, shape or form are a running theme of Fast Forward, so why wouldn’t there be a Bishop clone running around

No clue how or why Zixx would ditch the whole "protect all of Earth" mentality, but when Bishop reforms himself and swings into the extreme of establishing intergalactic peace to a point where he can't even be partial towards Earth anymore, does it not make sense narratively for his foil to swing the other way, become a typical "only looking out for myself" type of guy?

"It could also be said that maybe Zixx shows off traits that Bishop usually obfiscates, with the self-serving nature being a good example. We know all of Bishop's grand goals are really just covering for the fact that he's scared and wants to protect himself, right? If you look at the core of everything he does, it's to benefit himself. Zixx forgoes making up any justifications and says it like it is: he only cares about himself and what others can do for him." - additional comment, courtesy of THE Bishop Guy™, @violetvulpini, who's the reason I'm going this insane rn in the first place.

In conclusion, I strongly believe that Torbin Zixx is a Bishop clone gone rogue, similar in origin to the Slayer aka Rat King. He is Bishop shaped, he gets to stand next to Bishop in the opening like they're anime foils to each other, and it is SO interesting to explore.

This has been Trauma, and you've been Zixxed ✌️💜

BONUS: Headcanon territory!

Zixx's purpose was to be a "back-up" clone. Bishop has been recording his findings and work since at least the EPF era when we meet him, so maybe these recordings are then uploaded somewhere so that in case he dies and can't make the body transfer, a new clone is awoken and informed of his purpose. For some reason this system has at some point malfunctioned and awoken Zixx despite Bishop surviving - possibly during the collapse of the lab he and Stockman used to work in, or during the space war that gets vaguely mentioned at one point.

"clone six" or "version six" somehow becomes "Torbin Zixx"?

How did Zixx become a vigilante? Well, we know Bishop doesn't have human blood. Presumably the blue goop that we see him bleed at the end of Bishop's Gambit is something synthesized specifically for his body, so I imagine it would be VERY hard to come by. This, I think, would very easily lead to a life of crime he has more than the ideal set of skills for.

Bishop probably wants him obliterated but can't reasonably dedicate resources to catching or killing who he KNOWS is gonna be the ultimate most hard-to-kill guy in the known universe.

He steals Bishop's fancy car specifically just to piss him off <3

#tmnt fast forward #tmnt torbin zixx #2k3 torbin zixx #2k3 bishop #chatter #blasting headcanons #my writing #help me it's three am #why did i do this to myself #shoutout to fast forward for keeping me insane #shoutout to the writers for writing bishop's ending in this season in the way they did he is so fucking compelling!!!! AGH

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darkstarofchaos · 3 months

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For the character ask game, I'm not sure how many numbers you're willing to do for a single ask, so you can just do as much as you want from this. For Prowl - 2, 3, 7, 8, 12, 15, 16, 23, 25

I don't mind a bunch of numbers! Gives me an excuse to ramble, lol. And to rant, because Prowl deserves better.

2: Favorite canon thing about this character?

His willingness to look Optimus in the face and tell him he's being stupid, and to do his own thing to mitigate the stupidity if he has to. Mostly applicable to IDW, but Optimus needs a foil so badly in G1 that I've pretty much transplanted it into G1 Prowl when I write him. Not in its entirety, because G1 Prowl isn't IDW Prowl, but I like that he has his own opinions on tactics and morality and doesn't just go with the Autobot collective. His job is not to be a yes-mech; it's to keep people alive and win battles. If his commander is making stupid decisions, what benefit is there in standing back and letting it happen?

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

Making the police car an actual cop was the most boring decision anyone could have made. In stories where the Cybertronians choose their alts, especially, there are so many more interesting things you could say about his character by giving him a pre-war job that's completely unrelated to his Earth alt. For example, I like to think he chose it for tactical reasons: it's a common black and white vehicle, thus perfect as a disguise, and the sirens let him "legally" break Earth traffic laws in an emergency. It's far more interesting if his alt is a result of strategy and reasoning instead of, "I guess I'll take the one that matches my old job description."

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

I like that people took the little tidbit about Prowl having trouble with the unexpected that has exclusively appeared in two bios (that I'm aware of) and made it reasonably common. Would be really nice if they treated it seriously instead of making it comic relief, but maybe it does get treated more seriously these days. I don't read a lot of Prowl fic.

Let's talk about why.

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

The image compilations of Prowl getting punched. The prick jokes that litter every TF Wiki page for every G1-based Prowl. The fanfics where Prowl is an uncompromising jerk or straight-up hate sink because the author needed a mean Autobot. The conversations and hypotheticals that make Prowl the source of any amoral action the Autobots take. The people who distill him down into Essence of Asshole and strip out every positive or sympathetic quality he has.

"Prowl gets villainized for being sensible" is one of my most hated fanfic tropes. Grab just about any fic where a Decepticon defects or earns the Autobots' sympathy in some way, and Prowl will be the only one who's unhappy with the situation. Which is perfectly reasonable because that is an enemy and he has no reason to trust them, let alone like them. But because we're supposed to sympathize with the Decepticon, that makes Prowl the villain. The other Autobots aren't naive and unreasonably forgiving, Prowl is just a bad person.

And it's not just IDW fics. G1 Prowl didn't get a whole lot of screen time, and thus no chance to develop his own personality, so he gets slapped with the same portrayal. Never mind the fact that when he does show up, he's one of the nicest characters - sure, he gets in on trash talking the Decepticons (though far less than some of the Autobots), but he's always helping out around base, shows concern for others, and pretty much stays out of interpersonal conflict. And yet, in stories based on a cartoon that has Powerglide, Gears, Cliffjumper, and Optimus Prime himself, I am expected to believe Prowl is the Autobots' resident jerk. Not gonna happen.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

As I mentioned earlier, it's kind of quasi-canon that Prowl has trouble dealing with the unexpected. It's never appeared in any actual media, but it does come from official sources, so I wouldn't call it a headcanon. But I do headcanon that he has some pretty severe anxiety in dealing with people because of it. Things like math and physics are reliable; if something doesn't do what you expect it to, it's because you lacked information, and you can remedy that. You can update your calculations based on the results you actually got, or try to find out what you were missing the first time. Given enough data, you can predict just about anything as long as the results are consistent.

People are not consistent. You can make some sweeping generalizations about them based on categories - social groups, behaviors, readily obvious personality traits - but you can never say with certainty that someone will react in a specific way to something. Once you've known them for a while, you start to understand them and can anticipate them with a reasonable degree of accuracy, but that's assuming their behavior is genuine and consistent. If they're messing with you or pretending to be something they aren't, your data is inaccurate, and you can't correct it unless you know it's inaccurate.

People are the only things in the natural world that can deliberately give you false data about what to expect from them. So yes, I think Prowl has social anxiety. And probably some form of people-centric agoraphobia or anthropophobia.

(I also headcanon him as biromantic asexual. It has nothing to do with the above, and actually predates the anxiety headcanon).

15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)

If I had to pick just one pairing, I guess I would say Jazz/Prowl. Which is ironic, because for a long time, it was one of my least favorite Prowl pairings. Not because it was particularly objectionable; it was just everywhere, and I couldn't see it working. I think of Prowl as the kind of person who needs a steady, reliable partner who will let him have his routines and respect his desire to plan things before doing them, and Jazz's thing is more spontaneity and flexibility. He seemed like one of the worst partners for Prowl, especially with how I developed Prowl's disorders over the years.

In the end, though, that spontaneity is what brought them full circle to a pairing I can support. Because I do think Jazz would be willing to compromise and accommodate for Prowl's needs, and that Prowl could eventually trust that he's not going to suddenly change how he acts around him. It's a rather tenuous case of opposites attract, and requires patience from both parties, but I can see it working now.

16. What's your least favorite ship for this character?

First, an honorable mention goes to my immediate impulse, which was Constructicons/Prowl. I get why people want IDW Prowl to have someone on his side, and I don't think the Constructicons meant any harm. But Prowl was forced into the team through a series of traumatic events, the Constructicons like him for things he hates about himself, and being a part of Devastator seems to have contributed to his psychological decline. It wasn't a good or healthy situation for him, and I feel like the Constructicons having romantic feelings for him actually makes it more uncomfortable for me.

That being said, I'm going to have to go with Optimus/Prowl as my absolute least favorite ship. Optimus is very strongly motivated by morality and will generally take what he perceives to be the most moral action in a given situation. Pair that with someone like Prowl, who is willing to cross lines when he feels he has to, and you already have a relationship on rough ground. The only way things can work between them is either for Optimus to accept Prowl's "moral failings", or for Prowl to change a fundamental part of himself. There is literally no option that doesn't require one of them to compromise their principles or change who they are. And since Optimus isn't the kind of person who will do that, the only hope for a relationship is to "fix" Prowl. And that gets into abusive territory, because Optimus has power over Prowl in both the physical sense and in their professional relationship. He also has social power, because because Prowl is unpopular and Optimus is exactly the kind of person you wouldn't expect to be capable of abuse.

And yes. For the sake of argument, it could be toxic from Prowl's side too. He could try to hurt Optimus by throwing his mistakes in his face, or by blaming him for everything that goes wrong. But Optimus has a great deal of confidence in himself and the support of pretty much everyone, while Prowl is isolated and already isn't proud of things he's done. He is far more vulnerable to abuse than Optimus is, socially and psychologically, and he just doesn't deserve that.

23. Favorite picture of this character?

Mmm. I guess I would have to say this one, since it inspired an entire story that I'm still working on. There's actually another one that I like better (which also spawned an in-progress story), but I'd have to do more digging to find the link for that one. Might do it later.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

When I started watching G1, the Autobots were just a conglomerate of near-identical personalities to me. Prowl was just one of the generic background bots who got a few minutes of screentime in one episode and was otherwise relegated to a support role. I was mildly interested by some of the fanfic portrayals I saw, but I definitely preferred the Decepticons, so I didn't read much where he was a main character unless there were Decepticon MCs too. And most of those fics were written by a couple authors whose endings were consistently disappointing, so after I stopped reading their stuff, Prowl just dropped off my radar.

Nowadays, Prowl is my favorite Autobot (well, second favorite after Skyfire). Thanks to IDW, I kind of see him as the Autobot version of Starscream (narratively if not in personality), but he's also a fascinating character in his own right. I love that he doesn't conform to the Autobots as a whole, he's fun to write and analyze, and he was the one good thing I got out of the IDW comics. 10/10 character, deserves better.

#transformers #Prowl #unpopular opinions

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panderghast · 4 months

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I have maybe a pinch of hope left...

Cause like, I have sooooo much to give. And it seems like everyone wants a piece of it, but nobody wants to give anything back. They want me to be dirty, as long as I can wash myself clean again of course (my goodness). They love how quirky I am! Until I need to tone it down, oh my gosh it's mortifying. Why would I wear that in public, say that out loud? I'm going to walk away from you if you do that, I swear to god don't embarrass me. I have strong values and morals; unless we disagree. Then I become stubborn and unpleasant while I defend my opinion and you drown out my voice with your cynicism and ego. I can't even talk about what's bothering me, it's a personal attack on them exclusively. Lord have mercy it is actually about them, because suddenly they do nothing right and nothing is ever good enough for me and they just can't lose me, they can't!

Honestly, I'm also tired of playing into the thought of basic decency being my reward? I'm not your good girl. I'm not a dog. You aren't a dom, and I'm not a sub. I don't owe you that privilege just because you saw me naked and you put your hand on my throat while you fucked me. You don't know the first thing about BDSM, and you can't even tell me the definition of a kink. So why do you think this is a turn based game instead of a bonding exercise around consent? Don't touch me.

The thing is, I want to let someone in. I want to express deep and passionate love. But I am constantly misguided. I am lead to believe these men tell the truth, and then once I get comfortable in their embrace and I feel safe they constrict me like a snake until I stop breathing. My heart is treated like a possession, not a delicate gift. I'm a conquest in some sick subjugation, not a prize to be displayed and discussed and proud of. I'm a very fun toy to have, but I'm like a sports car - but they can't use me everyday, that's why they have their family car and I'm in the garage; they can only take my out when its convenient or they're feeling nostalgic or frisky. All I was asking for is maybe some recognition? A little appreciation, some attention? Maybe give me half as much thought as you did to your Baldur's Gate 3 character. Or, I suddenly turn into their mother and I get to experience all the Freudian bullshit that they packed in their bags and dragged around with them from house to house. I must be able to teach them all the things their lacking, right? I mean, after all I'm raising 4 kids successfully on my own and maintaining a house and budget without help and I do all these wonderful things like cook and clean and make art and I can still love so freely. Wow! I'm a goddess. I'm so special, unique, incredible, astounding...So, that's something that I can share obviously. It must be a secret, a technique I've perfected through all the trauma and opportunities life has given me. If I could only support them a bit...emotionally, spiritually, financially, sexually, physically, mentally...teach them how to take care of themselves since they never bothered to learn. Then I could make them a good partner. For me, of course! ...But I have to make sure I share their interests because mine are a bit boring, they don't get it it's too much information to follow, this cartoon is kind of childish don't you think, what is this a romance, I don't really understand old horror movies they're so badly made...but hey, have you seen the entire Marvel collection? Don't worry, I'll make sure to ask you questions on everything you do like that coincides with my interests to make sure you're telling the truth. Oh wait, make sure that I don't go out without them too much, they'll feel lonely. Why is my phone going off so much? I'm so paranoid about shutting my laptop when I'm done, omg can I stop doing that why don't I leave it open. Hey, they're out of body wash and shampoo btw. Ah, shoot, can I help them clean up because they're just so tired. Can I cover this bill, order this food, get these drinks cause they ran out of money? We haven't gone out in a while...oh it's because I'm not paying or planning for it anymore and the last time you did anything was March? What the fuck do you mean you don't vote? What the fuck do you mean you think feminists are annoying? What the fuck do you mean I emasculate you, I wasn't even talking to you, I was talking to my son about doing his homework or else he would end up living in his friends apartment sleeping on a mattress on the floor with no sheets and his winter coat on cause they couldn't afford the gas bill working a dead end job at a fast food place cause he has no skills...but if the fucking shoe fits, my guy. 🙄

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autistichanseo · 1 year

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What If Gaus Electronics was a daydream Jang Hanseo made up to deal with the abuse he was going through? Hear me out:

Okay to start off: I don’t actually think the show was made with the intention of well, being an escapism Jang Hanseo made to deal with everything so I won’t call it a theory or anything.

But head canon that maybe, maybe Hanseo made up a world where he was the main character just, living a normal office job. Living a boring, normal ordinary life far away from his current position as puppet CEO.

The structure of Gaus Electronics is similar to a cartoon. When Sangsik gets hurt (e.g. when he lost a tooth in the first episode) he magically regains it later on. It’s all silly and lighthearted and nothing truly devastating happens in the show, the only injuries that stay longer then a few scenes are needed to progress the plot (e.g Narae’s arms being in casts so Sangsik and Aziz have to look after her.)

Sangsik makes a potentially catastrophic mistake in the first episode for the company he works at, but this mistakes ends up helping the company. It means Marketing Team 3 gain a lot more respect than they had before.

He makes a mistake and it doesn’t hurt him or lead to awful consequences, which we know for a fact isn’t the case for Hanseo. Even the smallest mistake leads Hanseok to hurt Hanseo or could be fatal for the company. He has to deal with the weight of always having to please his brother (whose impulsive, erratic and mood can switch drastically at the drop of a pen) while also making sure he doesn’t mess up anything as the fake CEO of babel.

Thats a lot of pressure, constantly on his shoulders.

But in this universe he doesn’t have either of those things.

Why not make a world where he could imagine what it’s like to just make mistakes like every other human being and not get hurt for it? To be allowed to grow from them and learn rather than live in fear of what would happen to him for doing so?

Moreover, it wasn’t even Sangsik who uploaded the video in the first place publicly!! It was Mr. Cho the invisible dude (I think that’s his name) which is a great metaphor of how Hanseo has to take the fall for all of Hanseok’s mistakes publicly.

Things that weren’t even his fault he had to apologise for! To the public! He had to endure the hate and backlash for all of it!

Maybe Hanseo in his head makes up this entire universe. He’s the main character, he works for some random office in this world in the lowest Marketing Team. He was never allowed to suggest ideas to Hanseok, but now its his job! It’s his job to come up with ways to market the company he works at!

Hanseo has lived in riches his whole life and it’s all he knows (e.g. how he reacted to the Jipuragi office) so maybe what Matan thought living a normal life was like is what Hanseo thought it was like.

Maybe Hanseo projected onto Matan, and that’s why Sangsik wanted to become Matan’s older brother so badly.

He wanted to be the older brother to him he never got.

And maybe if he also plays the older brother, he could make sure he wouldn’t be hurt again.

Anyone who “hates” Sangsik in the show comes to love him (Narae) or secretly do love him even if they pretend they don’t (Mr. Baek). He has people who care for him and love him even if he’s “stupid” and messes up. Something Hanseo desperately wanted.

He wanted a family. And that’s exactly what Marketing Team 3 could be for him. Even if they were fake. Even if they were made up.

He could at least imagine what it felt like to be happy if he wasn’t allowed to be so.

(@seerya @dongyeonsimp since I’ve converted you guys to this hc 🫶🏼)

#theres probably more I could add and I will when I remember #poor hanseo man #tvn vincenzo #jang hanseo #빈센조 #gaus electronics #kdrama #i might make a fic about this hc #or art who knows #he makes a full blown map of everything and hanseok catches him #and straight up rips it up #and hanseo cries because its the one thing he had for himself #jang han seo #mypost #gaus hanseo daydream hc

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sholiofic · 1 year

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… wingfic where Zemo is fastidious about keeping them tidy and neat even on the Raft, but when he badly breaks his wrist on a parole mission it gradually becomes clear he can’t groom them now without his left arm: he’s no longer sleek and well-kept, there’s loose feathers sticking out everywhere when his coat slips, and it doesn’t look comfortable at ALL. But letting Sam and/or Bucky help? That’s a whole other Issue.

"Hey," Sam said, as Zemo tried to reach over his shoulder and stuff his wings back under his coat. "You're not supposed to be moving that wrist."

Zemo didn't actually answer in words, but his expression said I do what I want more clearly than words would have anyway. His expression also said Ow. Sam watched him struggle for another moment before he cracked.

"Do you want some help with that?"

"I'm fine," Zemo said.

That was, in general, his answer to everything.

"You dropped something," Bucky called brightly from the kitchen, pointing to a feather on the floor.

Zemo's answer to that was the sort of noise a wet cat might have made.

The care that Zemo took with his wings was meticulous. Although Sam's initial curiosity about his wings had never entirely worn off, over time both Sam and Bucky had gone from being curious and interested, to mainly just annoyed. Zemo would almost certainly have been a bathroom hog even without the wings, he was just that type of person, but the wings took it to the point of absolute absurdity. He spent hours meticulously combing, smoothing, and oiling them—at least Sam assumed that's what he was doing in there. His wing-care oils and combs and perfumes took up the entire bathroom cabinet wherever they went and left no room for anyone else's toothbrush. And all of this just to tuck his wings under his coat most of the time.

Having one wrist out of commission had also put his daily wing-care regiment out of whack. This was funny at first, but increasingly less so as he got snappier about it, and his wings got scruffier. Sam was beginning to realize that the all-day wing care was as much necessity as vanity. Okay, vanity was definitely part of it. But it was obvious that without being constantly taken care of, his wings started to develop scruffy patches and out-of-place feathers.

"Going somewhere?" Bucky asked. Zemo—sitting on the couch with his coat on—glared at him.

Zemo had very nearly stopped taking his coat off indoors, which Sam suspected was partly embarrassment about the state of his wings and partly just that he had a lot of trouble getting the wings tucked into their usual positions if he took it off.

There were times to be cautious and circumspect, and times to bull ahead straight through.

Sam had never been accused of not being stubborn enough.

Zemo gave him a look of wary unease when Sam sat beside him on the couch with a towel, a couple of bottles, and one of Zemo's oversized wing combs, all of them swiped from Zemo's prodigious bathroom stash.

"Have you been in my things?" Zemo said.

"Yes," Sam said. Bucky, in the kitchen, was clearly listening in fascination; if he could have sprouted a giant ear like a cartoon character, he would have done so.

"I don't need help," Zemo said tightly.

"Look, man, you're getting feathers everywhere, and it's annoying. Bucky can't spend all day sweeping up after you."

There was a scoffing sound from the kitchen.

"Think of it as a necessary household chore that you can't do one-handed," Sam added. "So one of us can step in for a bit."

Zemo regarded him with one of his weird hard-to-read expressions. Then, abruptly, he shoved back the tail of his coat and began to struggle out of it. "For necessary household reasons," he said.

"Of course," Sam said, firmly resisting helping him with the coat.

When Zemo got the coat off, Sam saw that the condition of his wings was even worse than he'd realized. Keeping them cooped up under the coat all the time probably wasn't a big help. They were dull and scruffy, and some of the feathers actually looked broken or out of kilter.

Sam carefully settled a hand on his wing. Zemo jerked a little.

"Hurt?" Sam said.

"No," Zemo said, his voice abrupt.

His feathers were softer than Sam had realized. Actually, the only thing Sam had to compare it to—a comparison he definitely did not plan to share with Zemo—was that it made him think of a neighbor of theirs who'd had chickens when he was a kid. The chickens were soft like this, a kind of cloudlike feathery softness, warm and alive.

He was never, ever telling Zemo that.

"I don't know exactly what to do," Sam admitted. "You might have to guide me a little."

Zemo still looked extremely off balance, but this at least got him back in his favorite mode: being a smug know-it-all. And it seemed to work. He relaxed a little as he showed Sam, as best he could one-handed, how to use the comb to separate the feathers and work in the oil.

It was steady, meticulous work, weirdly soothing, but what really caught Sam off guard was how much it seemed to relax Zemo to have his wings worked on. He seemed to be slowly melting into the couch, and didn't even do more than stir a little when Bucky wandered in, curiosity having become too much for him.

"Need some help?"

"Grab a comb and a wing," Sam said.

Zemo half opened his eyes at that, as if to object—but he didn't.

#tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier #helmut zemo #sam wilson #wingfic #bucky barnes #wingterbaron #kinda #with actual wings

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songmingisthighs · 4 months

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okay, i just came back from reading the asks, and if predictions are what you need in order to tell us, then i’ll give you one, even though i still feel like you’re not going to tell us, UNTIL hj opens his mouth, so i REALLY hope yn asks in the next chapter or two

prediction: if i’m being honest, i have a feeling that she “abandoned” them by leaving. like mingi said, wbn!hj is still hung up on her and i feel that hj getting drunk is sort of hinting that she’s with someone else therefore hj can’t have her back. i wouldn’t know how badly a widow would act, but i feel that had she really died, after a while, he wouldn’t be as affected since there’s nothing he can do to bring her back. unless he’s hawkmoth from miraculous.💀 anyway, another thing that i feel like really gave it away is that there’s no pictures of kijoong’s mom around the house. imo, i think if hj really was a widow, then there would be a few pictures of her so kijoong could see, but there isn’t any. hj only has one picture of her, in his office. it’s as if he’s trying to hide her so if they ever run into her in public, kijoong doesn’t just run off to her. plus, i’m a bit biased and i would want her to be alive so then when yn gets with hj, she appears out of nowhere, and boom, drama. bc let’s be honest, your characters can never be happy for one second before drama happens😭

i hope you do tell us what happened to the mom soon though, otherwise jail as per san’s request

i’ve been waiting to use this, but never found the right moment, so i’m just forcing it on here💀

okay but why is this giving nickelodeon cartoons where they would hide the parents’ faces. i hope you know what im talking about.😭

lmao you know me so well i'm not saying anything concrete until i have to

so as of now, the most supported theory is the mom left them BUT !!! what y'all missed is the fact that hongjoong didn't take down the pictures bc he was bitter or he was trying to hide the mom from kijoong so he wouldn't recognize her on the street. he hides them because he gets sad whenever he look at the pictures of kijoong's mom and kijoong don't like seeing his dad sad and spoiler alert, it may or may not have been the cause of his pnes. hongjoong also said it happened so quick, he wasn't able to process shit and she was just gone and logically speaking, had she left and not died, methinks he'd just throw the pictures away or one of his buddies would do it for him

pls if the jail has san i'd GET RIGHT THE FUCK IN CUFF ME SIR and dw the meme placement is sm0rt i like it a lot

I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT it's giving ms cera bellum from the powerpuff girls

#smt answer #khjcs ask

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damnfandomproblems · 1 year

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@ #3695 and other people who agree with them in general

Shut up. Outside of east Asian countries asians are the fucking minority. That's how it is pretty much everywhere with every race. How many Mexican do you see in Denmark or something?

Africa and alot of the Middle East are mostly dark. In those areas they aren't the damn minority either.

East Asian media/its creators are not obligated to give "representation" to other races just because asians aren't the fucking minority in their own fucking countries.

Stop fucking asking us to. Go make your own fucking animated shows or cartoons if you want dark skinned characters that fucking badly. Go make shows made for dark skinned people by dark skinned people. There are other people not dark skinned who would enjoy it.

Just like there are non asians/dark skinned people who enjoy anime. Anime made by and for asians.

America doesn't equal the world but im guessing your from there too if you have this kind of take. Because no one else gives so much of a shit about the skincolor of a fictional character like Americans do. No one cares about your need to attention and "representation" outside America.

Anime is an East Asian thing and let me tell you

Despite it being so popular and mainstream these days in America, asians still get alot of fucking hate. Especially with covid happening chinese people got it even worse. It's GOOD that anime is so popular so it gives asians more rep in America. It has helped tremendously with the racism and prejudice towards them, but that doesn't mean that it's gone completely or that because it's better that anime should stop representing them all together or that they have "too much" "representation".

Stop trying to piggy back off asians and media made for them.

Make your own fucking media. Make your own shows and original characters. There are so many myths and stories from black cultures and histories that you could make a show off of.

Yet you want all the characters in a Japanese specific setting to all be anything but Japanese. Why.

Why not create a whole new show somewhere in Africa with dark skinned characters and with a whole new plot with stuff never seen before about the cultures of those regions? Why not do that? Because it's too hard? Because it takes effort? Because you just want someone else to do it for you?

You reek of privileged entitled 10 year old.

Asians worked hard to be seen as acceptable in America with anime. Before most of you Gen zers were born anime was not that fucking popular in America. It was looked down upon nearly everywhere and was very niche.

If you aren't willing to go through that and think you can just hang onto asians and "make" them support you while you berate them and bring them down

You don't deserve your representation. You are sick in the head.

Leave us the fuck alone and go do your own thing.

I didn't mean for this to be so long but I had to get it out. Sick of all this shit.

Putting this together with this since it seems to be from the same person:

Additionally about my long ask for #3695

NO ONE is obligated to include lgbt representation. I love lgbt stuff. I'm part of the community too, but you are not entitled to representation. And just because there isn't any doesn't mean the creators hate you. Sometimes it's just not nessasary to the story. Sometimes it's just a story about a straight relationship.

You don't need diversity. Stop caring what gender or sexuality a damn character is. It doesn't matter that damn much and if you care that damn much

Make. your. own. content.

Head cannons are fine obv but stop demanding shit be canon. It's not your fucking story.

#response to problem

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Random Character Asks 1, 5, 6 for Jake Slicker AND 11, 32, 33 for OC Annie Bray Slicker

JAKE:

1. Canon I outright reject: That he was as cartoon-ishly closed-minded and bigoted as the early seasons made all the townspeople out to be. Yes, he was bigoted, but there are episodes where you see him acting contrary to those beliefs. For example, there is a season 1 episode where cloud dancing was captured and beaten by the Army. They send for Jake to come patch him up so he can travel to the fort to stand trial for whatever crime they were accusing him of. Jake examines him, then tells the Captain that Cloud Dancing's injuries are too extensive for him to treat, and they need to call for Dr. Mike. He didn't refuse because Cloud Dancing is Cheyenne. He refused because he was too badly beaten. But then, when we see Cloud Dancing, all of his injuries are ones that Jake should have been able to treat. The only plausible reason for him telling them to get Dr. Mike would have been as a way to alert Dr. Mike and Sully to what was happening. Then, when Dr. Mike claimed to need Sully as a translator, Jake backed her up despite knowing Cloud Dancing spoke English. If he was as racist as other episodes make him out to be, then he would have just slapped some bandages on the worst cuts and sent him on to the fort, or at the very least, reveal that he spoke English.

5. Best personality trait: that he is willing to learn and grow. He learns to read. He comes to accept and help Dr. Mike. He voted for Cloud Dancing to have protected status in the town from the Army after admitting that his initial ‘no’ was about his own issues and nothing to do with Cloud Dancing or the situation.

6. Worst personality trait: that his first, knee jerk reaction is always self preserving, close minded, or bigoted.

ANNIE:

11. Faceclaim for the role : Nicole Kidman

32. Something guaranteed to make them smile/laugh: her Uncle Henry (OC Olive’s husband) could always make her laugh. No matter how dire or dark things were, he could cheer her up, even getting her to laugh at Abigail's funeral.

33. Something guaranteed to make them cry: her mother had a way of always knowing exactly what to say or do to get to her.

#fanfic #oc bingo #thanks for the ask!#oc #dr quinn medicine woman #Jake slicker #annie bray slicker #thanks for the ask!!

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the-therapist-is-ace · 1 year

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(VERY LONG POST!!!)

Hello everyone!

I'm sorry for the people that follow me for other things than BATIM because this is my new hyperfixation at the moment, please bear with me xD

I suddenly decided to share my ideas about some BATIM AU I had for... a while since BATDR just came out and the fandom is back from the dead x)

So basically this is a Power AU. With everyone of the main cast having particular abilities. (I actually had the idea from the fanfiction "Magic cleaner is more than just an advertisment" by @hello-im-not-a-possum on Ao3, go check it out it's awsome!) I just thought it would be funny because why not xD

Those with powers are: Henry, Joey, Wally, Jack, Sammy, Susie, Norman, Thomas and Allisson. Let's go in that order!

Henry Stein: Do I really have to say? Bringing drawings to life of course!

Pre-Ink: At the beginnig it wasn't much; just a little drawing moving on the page here and there. That's actually what gave Joey the inspiration to start cartoons, seeing his old friend's drawings moving on their own on the pages. But when begining animating Bendy, and by his love for the characters he created, it started to become stronger. Strong enough that the Little Devil Darling would sometimes pop up to reality with his friends for several hours in a row. That is until he got drafted for the war and left the studio. As the years passed by after the war, he discovered that he could even manipulate at the manner of an elemental bender the ink. But it wasn't really strong; just enough to make some shapes and forms when he had trouble visualizing an idea. His powers continu to grow after he returned home, but he became a master at hiding them.

In the Cycle: Joey sealed away (I'll get to it on his part) almost all of his powers before throwing him in the Cycle. He knows that Henry have the strongest magic out of everyone in the Studio, so he went through several sealing and bending rituals before sending him in it. But even that wasn't enough, because Henry can still do a few things; the Golden Ink is one of them. He can create it, manipulate it, make it last for as long as he want, and hide them from Joey's view. He's also capable of using the globs of ink to shape them in the form he need them to -there's no handy machines like in the game in this AU, Henry do that all by himself-. And despite Joey's attempts, he's little by little breaking free from the script's influence...

Joey Drew: Devil's deals and rituals. He can make rituals -often satanics but can be both... well could be at the beginning- contracts and deals with people and they CAN'T go against it after "signing" them. He can also easily persuade them if he feel a weakness in their heart.

Pre-ink: Nothing too bad -compared to what he did next- using his deals and contracts to make sure the Studio and Bendy were growing and becoming more popular and loved. Henry was often his impulse control and moral compass. At that time he would never had the idea of using his powers against Henry.

After Henry left: Oh boy. He took it BADLY. He made a deal with GENT Corporation to create the Ink Machine as a way to "replace" Henry's talent, and to prove to him that the Studio didn't need his "temporary bringing the characters to life"; after all the Ink Machine would bring them to life FOR GOOD.

We all know how that sorted out though. -he had to make a deal to every employees to forbiding them to quit-. However, seeing his former -magical- employees having a (very understandable) grudge against him, he made another deal this time with the Machine itself to trap its ink-corrupted inhabitants locked up: by reducing and warping their powers into something else entierly, something twisted. Exploiting a weakness in their minds to bend them and theirs powers. However, a time loop isn't a type of magic that he could hide from magic users, even as weaken as can be. So after throwing Henry in the Cycle to torture him, he made sure that they would forget the loops. But against Henry's magic it's starting to wear off...

Wally Franks: -I took the idea from hello-Im-not-a-possom fic here ^^'- Telekinesis Fantasia style. Only on cleaning supplies and light objects in general; he's still young, it needs time to develop and he's happy for now with the janitor job.

Pre-Ink: Was absolutely oblivious about why every magical people he could feel and see in the studio were trying their damnest to hide theirs powers from the CEO of the place (to each other's too, but not as much as Joey). Wally personally didn't have a problem to admit that he had magic on his own when Drew caught him in the act -it was the equivalent in real life of the Fantasia scene really; brooms, buckets, rags and feather duster flying around in an organized chaos- because he figured that ("Well he got magic on his own! Can't be all that bad right?") He's the one that accidentally revealed the existence of magic to Joey. (well the existence of his employees' magic) He's also one of the very firsts that Drew made the deal to be unable to leave with. So despite what he loved to say, he couldn't even with his magic "get outta here!"

In the Cycle: He's the one that Joey reduced the most. In a Boris body (this is my AU again) he was unable to cast any spell; he's one of the most vulnerable and sensitive to magic now. But it doesn't stop him from being able to change some of his cards to another color or shape in his games with Henry (to this day he had never been caught.) As time pass by though, he have a nagging feeling that he should... Get away from this place... And it's only getting stronger.

Jack Fain: This one doesn't really have a precise name for it. Jack is a litteral muse; mostly to Sammy but he can inspire others musicians and artists if he write lyrics -or poems-. He brings inspiration and motivation wherever he goes, and as such everyone in the Studio appreciate him.

Pre-Ink: He was just the geniune positive energy of all the studio. No matters the crazy deadlines, the inhumane amount of work, or later on the pipes bursting everywhere, Jack Fain always had a smile and tried to give everyone the strenght and will to continu creating. His lyrics never failed to move the audience, and together with Sammy they gained several awards. (all under Joey Drew's name however...) His powers weren't visibles; he was the one that gave everyone creativity behind the scene, the strenght to move forwards and continu despite it all. He wasn't the animator that could bring the drawings into the real world, nor was he the janitor who make brooms and buckets fly to clean after hours. He was the quiet voice in the back of your mind that whisper to you a new idea or a new song. As such, Joey didn't think it was necessary to twist his powers more than the ink did.

In the Cycle: It's more or less the same but without a lot of his memories from his life before the Studio. Asides the moments with Sammy it's pretty blurry. But since there's not really a lot of people to inspire these days (oustide of Sammy when he was lucid enough to remember how to compose) he's quite powerless. But even in his form of a Searcher, he can still bring a bit of joy and strenght to the others Searchers and the Lost Ones that are under Sammy's wing back at the village.

Sammy Lawrence: Can be seen as telekinesis as well, but stronger than Wally's; if he's angry enough (which already happened) he can throw a person across the room with a wave of his conductor stick (it was Joey.) Technically it's more wind control. It's a tangible force that you can feel contrary to Wally's telekinesis.

Pre-Ink: Prodigy. In music and magic both, the guy was already capable of playing an entiere orchestra with his magic at the age of seventeen. He is seen as one of the strongest air-bender (not the last one thankfully) of the century in the element-bending community. As such he didn't had friends in said-community. He left them to meet his best friend, and musical partner Jack. He used his powers several times when Joey's deadlines weren't humanly possible (he prefer to have the band rehearsal his songs before recording them though; he already wrote songs that were impossible to play without magic before. Only realizing when the band looked at him with bewildered eyes when seeing the sheets he had written.) While he very much did not tell outright that he was an air-bender, he didn't tried to hide him from the band members, Jack, Susie or Norman -well Norman was more him discovering Sammy's abilities because he's just spying on everyone than Sammy telling Norman-.

After Susie was fired and Jack went "missing", he went to confront Joey about it. Only to get drugged without his knowledge by an ink coffee served by his boss (I don't believe you can get dependent by only having an ink pipe burst above your head and some drips of ink getting in your mouth sorry ^^') and got bend by a deal at the end of it. Joey wasn't stupid; he knew that Sammy's magic wasn't going to be weaken and twisted as easily as the others; so he went to poison him slowly but surely to erode them.

In the Cycle: His air-bending abilities were completely burried under the corruption of the ink. Now, his connection with the Ink Demon and the Searchers is taking all of his capacity. He can feel when the Ink Demon is coming and hear him talk; call upon the Searchers and communicate with them, ordering them to attack or not, as well as the Lost Ones. All of this as in the game. The only trace of his wind abilities is his capacity to walk through walls. And the feeling that his mind is trying to fly away from the ink trapping it. And what's with the deja vue feeling?

Susie Campbell: There isn't a real name for her powers either; it's more or less emotion-based. If she's happy, her voice -especially when she's singing- will send you a feeling of happiness as well; when she is sad, you will feel upset upon hearing her. And when she's angry... well if she was angry enough at someone, the nearest people around her would have taken a swing at that person's face. She brings emotions to people by mere hearing.

Pre-Ink: Nothing really out of the ordinary at first; the voice actress was appreciated and loved by everyone. She was with Jack, the sweetest person there is in the Studio, as well as the one that bring the most emotions in her acting. Nobody realized exactly that she had power, until she was -for an episode- rehearsing a song where Alice was angry about the latest prank Bendy had pulled on her. The acting was perfect! So much so that the other voice actor voicing Bendy started to get angry at the toon demon, under everyone's confusion. Upon seeing that, Susie immediatly apologized ans shyly explained that it was probably because of her.

However... The day she was fired, everyone remembered it. She was so upset, angry and betrayed that the music department didn't got out unscathed.

In the Cycle: Joey took the opportunity to use Susie's despair as a way to persuade her to make a deal with him; to become Alice. She accepted, and we all know how that played out. With the ink corruption, her voice cannot make people feel emotional anymore. But she gained something in exchange; the ability to lure people with it, like a true siren, and to put them in a transe... However an Angel is patient. And Susie shall wait for her time to take control back of her twisted body, which she was forced to share with a corrupted version of the character she loved.

Norman Polk: Darkness/Shadow manipulation, and noctural vision.

Pre-Ink: Norman definitely didn't tell his coworkers his abilities. Firstly because he didn't want to be called out for his sneaking habit, and secondly because his element doesn't really have the best reputation. The only things you hear about shadow-benders are how cruel they are of stealing light away, how creepy it is for them to roam around in the darkness and how they are all secretly serial killers. Not the best resume to work at an animation studio, you'll admit. However, he used his abilities a lot; he fused with the shadows when he heard something that he wanted to investigate, turn off the lights in the Studio with a mere snap of his fingers -nobody understood what the heck was going on until Joey investigate throughly every employees' abilities before using the Ink Machine- and of course, played a lot of pranks by suddenly making a projector that he had previously covered the lense with his powers, go off. So for an outsider's point of view the projector suddenly turned on without anyone near it. (he scared a lot of animators that day).

In the Cycle: After he eavesdropped a particularly worrying conversation between Thomas Connor and Joey Drew about the Ink Machine, he got caught, without him noticing himself. Before he could warn others however, Joey called him in his office and used a binding circle to keep him in place before decapitating him. As with Henry, Drew used a lot of seals, and others rituals to reduced and corrupt Norman's abilities; but since dark-benders are not bend by the usual spells as others elementals, Joey had the idea of using its own opposite: light. He switched Norman's head with a projector, and activated the Machine. Then the Projectionnist was born; forced to see only in the limited range of its own light. A perfect way to make his former employee unable to use his magic.

But since he refused to lose his mind that easily despite the ink's influence, Joey directly throw his soul in the -ironically- darkest depths of the puddles, leaving his body a roaming dangerous husk. But a shadow-bender soul's isn't going to be imprisonned in the darkness eternally. Especially with a new golden light in the Studio...

Thomas Connor: Metal manipulation. More particulary morphing it into a different form.

Pre-Ink: As part of the GENT Corporation, he used his powers on a regular basis. Touching some pole of metal to change it for a wrench, use it for a few screw loose, then change it back to a pole... Oh he need a screwdriver? Another touch ans here you go! His colleagues liked to call him "portable toolkit" but that was it. But he didn't used them nearly as much as when GENT had this new client: Joey Drew. The man clearly had powers of his own, and not pretty ones from what he saw. But that's the thing: while he made that Machine, when that... thing came from it, and what Joey decided to do afterwards... Well Thomas was here. Saw everything. And metal morphing capacities or not, against pentagrams, rituals and bending spells he didn't stand a chance.

In the Cycle: As a Boris clone like Wally, he really don't have a lot to work with either; however, even if the ink had weakened his powers greatly, it didn't changed them... Too much. He can't change metal that he's touching anymore, but he have a mechanical arm. And THIS he can act upon. He can morph it however he please, however he can't solidify it more (which led to many broken arm but he never complained). But that's enough to protect his dear Allisson. Poor Allisson that don't remember anything... He will protect her. Through all those blasted loops. Mark his words Mister Joey Drew.

Allisson Pendle: Waves control. It's a seperate branch of magic users who decend from the air-benders, specified in airwaves. In Allisson's case, it's mostly about soundwaves.

Pre-Ink: Allisson didn't used her magic much, asides from messing with Tom when they were working away from each other. She used airwaves to carry sweet loving messages, whispered teases, or reminders that he forgot something. She was honestly a bit surprised that the Music Director was an air-bender (quite powerful too, or so she heard. Then again rumors have a tendency to being exagerated -she quickly changed her mind seeing him sending Joey flying with a movement however-) but she didn't try to pry. Air-benders and the decendants of mutations in their magic weren't exactly friends after all. So they kept their distances -after Susie's replacement it was for the best- until Joey came to her. Asking her a little favor some years after the Studio closed for good, and that the majority of the employees had either quit or dissapeared.

In the Cycle: As she doesn't remember anything, her magic isn't something she reclaimed back from the ink. As such, Joey didn't even take the hassle of twisting it to a weaker version of it. But as the loops are passing and Henry's influence more and more the script, Drew might realize he made a mistake...

And it's all detailled! It took me ages to finish this xD

If you have questions about it, my ask is opened! I'm in the middle of my BATIM hyperfixation, I'd love to talk about it xD (Also no, I didn't really took the books in consideration sorry)

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Are the ArchieSonic comics actually an 80's/90's syndicated cartoon? Episode 62: Stuck in an elevator (part 1)

Welcome back to my look at the ArchieSonic comic series, and how it shared a lot of the same story tropes as a typical ‘80s or ‘90s syndicated cartoon! The last few episodes have had a common theme - first the characters were stranded in the ocean, then they were stranded in the desert, and after that they were stranded in the snow. So what have we got this time?

Episode 62: Stuck in an elevator

I mean, being stuck somewhere and being stranded somewhere are pretty much the same thing, aren’t they? But sadly there’s not really any great examples of this very specific topic in ArchieSonic. In fact the only times I can think of off the top of my head where an elevator was even shown was in the non-canon Sonic Colours adaptation in Sonic #219…

…and the times that Robotnik used a sneaky escape elevator to get away when Sonic had him cornered, such as in Sonic #38.

So yeah, short one this week huh? If there’s any instances of being trapped in an elevator I missed, let me know in the comments! Next time-

Just kidding, I wouldn’t be doing my due diligence if I didn’t try a little harder to squeeze some blood from this metaphorical stone. So I went to TV Tropes to see what I could find on this topic. And sure enough, I hit paydirt:

So instead of shaking our heads and tutting at the lack of elevators in ArchieSonic, let’s broaden the topic to cover enemies and/or rivals being locked in a room together, which I feel is in the same spirit.

Our first example is one I’ve covered before: Sonic #24, when Snively, Robotnik, and the Freedom Fighters were all abducted by the alien collector, Carheem of Wheet.

I don’t think there’s any need to retread this one, as I’ve brought it up a number of times for various episodes. Let’s move on.

The next example is a very brief one from Sonic #48. Sonic had been arrested after being framed for the murder of Princess Sally, and was sentenced to life imprisonment in the Devil’s Gulag.

While he was being transported to the dreaded prison, Sonic found that he was not the only future inmate being taken there. Also along for the ride was Sleuth Dawgy Dawg (no, I’m not kidding on the name), a former intelligence operative who had worked for Uncle Chuck’s spy network but had betrayed the Freedom Fighters when Robotnik made him a better offer.

Mmmm, steak. …huh? Er no, I’m not tempted to go work for Robotnik, what are you even talking about? I think the better question is why was Sleuth still wearing a swatbot disguise when he was en route to the Gulag, considering he’d been arrested 6 issues prior? You’d think the Freedom Fighters would have had time to confiscate the tech and give him a change of clothes, for crying out loud. Anyway, the plane got shot down by swatbots before Sonic and Sleuth could say anything else to each other, so like I said, it was a pretty brief example.

Don't worry, Sonic was fine. He escaped went on to do his best Harrison Ford impression.

Next up is Knuckles #18, an issue in which we saw Knuckles also go to prison. But unlike Sonic he went there willingly, to interrogate Kragok of the Dark Legion. In the previous issue Knuckles had met Tobor, his several times removed great grandfather, a Guardian like himself. Tobor’s tenure as Guardian had been brief, as not long after he was charged with protecting Echidnaopolis, the Dark Legion had escaped the Twilight Zone they’d been imprisoned in and went on the attack.

During the battle Tobor and the then-current leader of the Dark Legion, Moritori Rex, had been transported to the Floating Island and were both buried in the rubble of a collapsing ruin (don’t ask why Echidnapolis wasn’t on the Floating Island at this time, it’s a long story). Not long afterwards Tobor’s father Hawking had arrived and accidentally rescued Moritori, mistaking him for Tobor due to him being badly injured and disfigured.

Tobor had eventually managed to dig his way out of the rubble and exiled himself from the Floating Island in shame.

Did Tobor bother to let his family know that they’d been infiltrated by a leader of the Dark Legion? No, no he did not. Instead he just bummed around on the surface of Mobius for several hundred years until he one day spotted the Floating Island overhead and decided to go check it out, leading to him meeting Julie-Su and then Knuckles. After hearing Tobor’s story, Knuckles decided he wanted more information about it. So he went to interrogate Kragok, who had been incarcerated since Dimitri’s defeat back in Knuckles #9.

Indeed, Knuckles has a massive pair of b- …er, knuckles. Ahem. Anyway, Kragok didn’t want to cooperate, so Knuckles threw out the good guardian approach and switched to bad guardian instead.

…okay, putting aside the AGAB line for the moment to ask something a bit more disturbing - what the hell, Echidna Security Team? Why would a dangerous prisoner be allowed to keep a mechanical arm that can shoot lightning bolts? You would think that when he was arrested that his arm would have been removed and replaced with a non-lethal prosthetic instead, surely? Or hell, just let him manage with only one arm - it’s not like he’s going to need two arms that much inside a prison cell. Or maybe you could rig some sort of EMP field in the cell to disable the arm? I’m just spit-balling here, but anything seems better than letting a prisoner - who I might remind you was the leader of a terrorist organisation - keep a dangerous weapon in his cell.

Anyway, what happened next?

Buggered if I know. A non-specific thing happened and somehow Knuckles and Kragok found themselves trapped in the Twilight Zone - the Dark Legion's former prison. At least at this point Knuckles was able to overpower Kragok and forced him to talk, under the threat of having his face blown off with his own arm.

And what did Knuckles learn from this?

Honestly, not much that hadn’t already been said by Tobor. The main takeaway was that Tobor being replaced wasn’t a freak accident, but actually had been planned by Moritori Rex. This explains how Tobor’s family hadn’t been able to tell that Moritori was an imposter - Moritori had been able to learn everything about Tobor prior to their battle by spying on him for years. We also learned that Moritori was Kragok’s father, but this was later retconned to say that Moritori was actually Kragok’s grandfather instead. Or I guess you could argue that Kragok had just been lying to Knuckles about his parentage, that works too. Anyway, after the exposition dump Kragok and Knuckles managed to escape back to the real world through a portal, but Kragok was intercepted by Tobor (the real one), who yeeted both himself and Kragok right back into the Twilight Zone.

Our next two characters who were locked in an elevator room together are Grand Chief Lupe of the Wolfpack and Queen Hathor of the Felidae, leaders of rival Soumerican clans who had a long history of mistrust and violence caused by territory disputes and both tribes trying to claim ownership of a gemstone called the Ancient Onyx. Dr Eggman’s Dark Egg Legion had previously tried to get their tribes to go to war against each other by stealing the Ancient Onyx, but Sonic, Sally, and Big the Cat had helped to reveal the true villains and negotiate a peaceful co-existence for both tribes.

In Sonic #237 Dr Eggman sent Mecha Sally to abduct both leaders, hoping to undo Sally's efforts by causing each tribe to blame each other for their leader's disappearance and go to war.

Not long afterwards Team Fighters arrived in the Wolf Pack Nation and were informed of Lupe’s abduction by two of her former freedom fighters, Leeta and Lyco. They joined forces to investigate and soon came across Hathor in the jungle, fleeing for her life from Eggman’s forces.

“Emissary” Hathor then explained how she and Chief Lupe had been held captive together.

So yeah, while Lupe and Hathor were still rivals and there was still a lot of mistrust between their two tribes, they were able to begrudgingly put their differences aside to work together on an escape plan. Team Fighters, Hathor, and Leeta and Lyco were able to rescue Lupe and “the Queen,” giving us one of my favourite lines in ArchieSonic:

Sorry, Drago. This queen did not slay. 🙁

Unfortunately Tumblr’s image posting limit means that I’m going to need to make a part two for this episode. I'm attempting to upload both parts at the same time, so if you don't see the other one then treat yourself to a little refresh. :)

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