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drawnfamiliarfaces · 5 months

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If Chase Yuong and the First Ninja start a fight, who will win in your opinion? Either way, it's going to be epic.

anon ANON thank you. I've been dying to think more about those two in the same context, ever since i realized the similarities of these two idiots i like (greenish hair? martial artist? magical? kinda lived long???) But i've shoved those crossover-ish ideas away since i am busy with other stuff lol. but this gives me an excuse >;)

Ok, if we do NOT take canons in consideration (because lets be truthful, cartoons rarely can give a full scope of a character to our satisfactions lol) so I have 2-3 vague scenarios in which they clash (IMO either of them can win??? (because i like them both, even if i am more of First fan, so I cant decide who of them winning would be more entertaining lol)):

If First Ninja in his prime (sometime after imprisoning Sorcerer but before the Ultimate Lesson) clashed with 700 yo Chase Young (since this fucker is canonically 1500 yo) who would probably try to defeat First in order to make him part of his Jungle Cats harem:

Chase is ridiculously, stupidly overpowered but one could argue that at 700 he hasn't yet reached the height of all his powers, so First would certainly have a fighting chance. First is supposedly uniquely trained since (probably) his birth by his Ninja Clan and continuous battles with the Sorcerer (and most likely other creatures, like Sorceress and Tengu and etc.) throughout his teenage-young adult life to take on enemies like Chase - overpowered magical beings/soulless monsters - with the help of Ninja Mask and all its powers.

Admittingly, in this case the win will most likely go to Chase, if only because of his experience and overwhelming array of powers at his disposal. Though considering we do not know the full scope of Ninja Mask's powers, First has like maybe 15-25% chance to win (and at least 30-45% in my mind if i consider my own hc about the mask lol), but not 0%.

If First Ninja's 800 yo. spirit somehow was released from/embodied by Ninjanomicon to clash with 1500 yo Chase Young in the Modern Present:

Here a lot of my hc come in play. I fully believe that if First - with all the developed abilities, experiences, memories, power (and possibly spirits) acquired during his stay/merge within the Ninjanomicon and from over like 200 people who ever used the mask over 800 years - fought 1500 yo Chase - who spent at least a century or 2 or 3?? hidden away in his Fortress, growing just a bit complacent, since he clearly became too strong and thus bored of the world when it couldn't offer him decent opponents anymore, at least not until current Monks - the fight could go either way.

Chase is still stupidly OP, but its clear that he was deprived of good opponents for a loooooong time, since he resorted to fight against/taunt teenagers and Omi, who is basically a kid still. And they frequently managed to outmanoeuvre him in their confrontations, if not in an actual hand-to-hand fight then at least in common sense lol.

Meanwhile First trained and learned with his each of his successors years in and out, and while we dont know exactly what sort of things happened, we can say for sure that the fighting was continuous. Ninja barely had any rest, for the Sorcerer probably attracted chaos inclined allies and minions and thus a never ending stream of enemies for Ninja to battle.

If basic bitches clash aka OG Good Chase and First Ninja before he was First Ninja:

This is just for fun and because I fully believe that pre-Ninja Mask First will trounce Good Chase. xD

We do not know Chase's past, and there are various headcanons on how he came to be a Xiaolin Monk, but let's just say that judging by his apperance and XS voice, he is probably a very young adult-ish before he drunk his Soup, so he most likely was a Monk since at least his pre-teen/teen years. He appears to be insecure in his Monk-ness and in his abilities to become the greatest warrior despite his competence, since he was swayed/manipulated/convinced? to sell his soul to a demon for more power and freedom from Monk values.

If we judge First's appearance and voice, he would be perhaps a slight bit older than Chase when he became The Ninja, and not to mention since he was born into the Ninja Clan, he was likely trained since he was very young. His personality appears to be very studious and there is certainly a great deal of strength in his character since he not only managed to continue on with his duty even after loosing his brothers but also not succumbing to the overwhelming Power of the Mask that can corrupt those of weak belief and hold the title of the Ninja longer than anyone else.

(Not to mention I am of very biased opinion that Ninjas are cooler than Monks. lol. Also we can assume they all have magic of some sort. Like think Naruto like Ninjas and Xiaolin Elemental Dragons/Monks.)

ALSO in case 1, obviously if they fought with the agreement that if Chase wins he would ABSOLUTELY add First into his Jungle Cat harem. First will most likely add/request a stipulation that Ninja Mask was not taken with First and I can see Chase honoring that agreement, so the Ninja legacy will continue on and Chase still gets an incredible warrior to his ranks, and perhaps more warriors if the future ex-Ninjas would decide to try and fight him later on. ;)

(first's animal form would be either a leopard or iriomote cat (both native to Japan) or a crow because tengu connection/associations ;D )

And if First wins, he certainly would figure out how to contain Chase, (perhaps even in the Ninjanomicon itself hohoho) since he somehow managed to contain a sorcerer that controls chaos with some binding, magic from a mythical beast and in a deep hole that perhaps connected to some dark realm, like??

;)

#que?#rc9gn first ninja #first ninja #chase young #xiaolin showdown #rc9gn #crossover #ninja showdown #long post #i am so sorry for the length but i got so passionate about this i think im creating an au in my head now lol #also i think i accidentally mentally added gay tension between those two im going INSANE #im sick and i keep giggling about it so now my throat is sore and i probably have a fever but alkfa;skd

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mtkay13 · 11 months

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Lord Zhou and the Ghost Valley Master Cross-posting because i'm just that wild, hah! /jk More about the art below! --and a little talk about WenZhou and their relationship to power (+ some meta).

So hum, it is no secret that I enjoy a bit of "spice" in WenZhou's dynamic and at times am very prolific on my nsfw twitter account.

Collars and leash stuff have been on and off, and I was recently enabled for more of that by friends going wild about ZZS on a leash, etc, etc. LBR: I don't think you need any reason to go feral about that kind of stuff--but seeing how I myself seemed to regress to the state of a wild horny beast while making this painting, I felt like I may need to adress it a little. Here are some of my thoughts about WenZhou & power:

WKX and ZZS are both men who are/were in a position of extreme power. Both rose to that position of extreme power, but from very different starting points and motivations.

ZZS was, from what we know from how he describes himself in TYK and from how he behaves in QY, a very smart, cocky, ambitious kid, who probably deliberately sold his services to HLY to keep rising. There were probably ideals mixed in that, but point is, ZZS desired that power, that influence, and was encouraged to reach it. Becoming a sect leader so young was probably a shock, but nothing indicates that this position wasn't wanted. ZZS also mentioned not having a physique as advantageous as ZCL's when he was a child; so he probably had to work hard to reach his goals. Point is: the power was desired and strived for.

WKX has, without a doubt, needed the power, without ever really showing any pleasure nor satisfaction in having it. Surviving in the GV =/= reaching the top; if anything, becoming the GVM put the largest target on his head--but it is likely that reaching the position of GVM was necessary for him to execute his plan (find the key, pull the right strings, obtain his revenge). WKX was a little genius who didn't want to study, and probably wasn't dreaming/aiming for power. Conclusion: the power was a necessity and a tool. Many various characterisation points/analysis/dynamics can be pulled from this, and it is quite interesting to explore how, later, their relationship to power can evolve, both re:the rest of the world and each other. For the following personal analysis, I also worked with the following points from the book:

ZZS admires WKX's strength and power

WKX seems to have multiple fantasies of control and domination

ZZS seems receptive to many of them (including the biting, the somno stuff, and the cnc suggestions)

WKX admires/envies/resents ZZS' freedom

ZZS has fun becoming a subversion of his past self (swearing, being gross, being ridiculous, being openly cocky)

WKX is a control-freak and is very patient

ZZS is a bit conservative

WKX quite the opposite

Now how does that bring me to ZZS on a leash for the GVM?

(note that this is my current conclusion, not the conclusion)

I like to think that on the one hand, ZZS is that man who sees himself as a man and enjoys a lot of things about masculinity. The power that he likes for himself, he also enjoys seeing it in someone else's hands--he likes fighting for it, but (and this is a very personal interpretation) I like to believe he gets the most thrills from being overpowered; because it shows how strong the other is, bc it subverts whom he is himself. The power he's fought to get, has had all his life, but ended up leaving him alone at the top, feels good when taken from him--or when there's someone strong enough that he isn't alone up there anymore. On the other hand, I feel like although WKX would benefit from relinquishing some control and power, he does enjoy using it in a personal, pleasurable way, rather than by necessity. While he probably likes toying with presentations, with appearances, and doesn't mind being perceived as the wife, as the more submissive one in their fake-traditional relationship play of husband and wife, having the power, holding the leash---simply out of pleasure and mutual satisfaction is, I think very cathartic and arousing for him.

But then, why precanon? For the aesthetic bc I'm a simp for TC!era ZZS. And because showing him so strong, so powerful, yet leashed, is kind of a reminder that... It's not about real power. It's not about who, between them, is the strongest, the most powerful, the winner or whatever. It adds that thrill, the aknowledgement that this is out of freewill and choice and pleasure, I guess.

On top of that, man, I'm sorry, but peak TC!ZZS right post-QY canon after he's become the most powerful man in the country but is completely jaded by what happened in the end? On a leash? For a man he respects?? ugh

Anyway TLDR; I think it's hot and all of that gibberish barely has anything to do with my actual motivations to draw this.

#tian ya ke #zhou zishu #wen kexing #tyk #wenzhou #zzs #wkx #meta #qi ye

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tzov · 1 year

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I saved this as a draft for a long time but I want to share it now:

Boys and men in sports humiliate and injure to prevent girls and women from "encroaching" on what they consider their domain.

I've tried to talk about this many times in my life, and I always get the, "you just can't handle competition, you just expect me to go 'easy,' on you, you're just whiny/weak/holding up the game, this is unavoidable" when it was extremely obvious to me that I was being maliciously targeted by boys in an attempt to humiliate me, not in an attempt to simply win the game.

I recognize common threads between complex individual experiences:

-That the excess violence was CLEARLY not necessary to win;

-That it was done to me/other girls and not boys of a comparable size/skill (or, often, lesser size/skill);

-That it would occur when I was not that great of a threat i.e., they would spend the whole CASUAL game focused on shutting me down even though a lot else was going on; and then, when it was serious and we were actually trying, we would be having fun, getting rough, and then when I was up, the clear moment of a DECISION (with a petulant gleam in the eye) to make it unfun by SUDDENLY kicking/slapping/shoving me EXCESSIVELY hard (in a way I could not prepare for as it had no precedent in the game), PURPOSELY (this is not hard to tell) hurling the ball as hard as they can at my head while I'm not looking, etc. (and this was often on top of disproportionate, unsportsmanlike ridicule/taunting, i.e., condescending/disgusted/impatient that I never saw boys do to each other, instead of the fun shit-talking that I DO understand is part of sport);

-In situations where they would not allow me to play (i.e., ignore me completely as a teammate, refuse to assign me a role, etc.), because they ASSUMED I couldn't before I could prove otherwise, and then when I insist, instantly hurting me on purpose so I still never get a chance to show that I am skilled/competitive;

-And finally, it was ALWAYS in conjunction with specific comments about my femaleness, or comments about how I'm overconfident/need to be taught a lesson (and I would not include this point if I were bragging about my skills or messing up the game, I can tell if I'm holding up a competition).

In the end, all of this DOES result in my being less practiced and skilled, which serves as an ad hoc justification for it

In my memories, it seems like they are angry that a girl has the audacity to try, because nothing is more hammered into our heads than, "girls are weak and it's unthinkable to lose to them or take them seriously." Just because women can't compete with men at certain high level sports obviously does not mean that every individual girl will lose to every individual boy--- and it's so important for me to tell the difference that I am very thoughtful about whether it's "rowdy crazy high level man stuff--" I've never been interested in participating in that because it's scary and feels pointless.

As a lifelong athlete, I also have a lot of experience with accidentally getting hurt, with "intimidation" as a legitimate strategy, with making a beginner player quit because they obviously don't belong in your game; but these are all ways boys will try to pass off their cruelty.

It's also worth noting that boys my age were UNABLE to physically overpower me until about age 14, and all of this still happened (though it happened a lot more after that). I know that sometimes girls can hold up games and be overconfident and I can imagine that would be annoying. But sport is so important to me, and this pain is so deep, and I've been told these things all my life, so there's no way I would not be looking out for such nuance.

For most girls, it really only takes the one experience for them to never try again. For me, I BELIEVED people for a long time that I just needed to accept that things get competitive and rough-- and that's why I put myself through it over and over, only to find that something else, something far more sinister, was clearly at play.

In summary, men and boys are actively unsportsmanlike and unnecessarily cruel to girls and women who want to try to build skill and compete in various sports, and this is nothing to do with biological differences-- just misogyny.

#women in sports #title ix #misogyny in sports #radical feminist safe #og

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sanjisprincesswifey · 2 years

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jealousy headcanons

summary: what makes op boys jealous

♡: with sanji, zoro, luffy, usopp, ace, sabo, & law. 1,080+ words. sfw content. drabbles!

sanji is jealous like a mf and you can’t convince me otherwise. even if you aren’t in a committed relationship, he fumes at the thought of another person even looking at you the way he does. anyone who has your attention that isn’t him, he has a fucking stroke. he’s ready to throw hands (or legs?) with whoever dares try to talk to you. but don’t be fooled by his idiotic, violent tendencies towards anyone because under all that toxic masculinity sanji is incredibly insecure, especially when it comes to you. even if you reject anyone else's affections, just the thought of you loving someone else sends him spiraling. even with all the reassurance in the world, there’s a chance sanji won’t believe you. i expect yandere vibes from him…

with how stubborn he is, zoro swears he doesn’t get jealous. in the beginning stages of him realizing he has feelings for you, he would never get jealous even when a certain blonde cook would fawn over you right in front of him. he thought he was in the clear. it takes until you’re actually his that his feelings of jealousy surface. he keeps it "cool" though, or so he thinks. in all honesty, when it comes down to it he can’t hide it as well as he thinks he does. even though zoro isn’t a man of pda, he’s suddenly all over you and that is your telltale sign. he pretends like he doesn’t care that much, but he’s easy to read so you figure it out quite quickly. don’t be surprised if he asks if you still like him.

he doesn’t understand his feelings at first, so luffy will express his jealousy covertly. although he isn’t a stranger to these feelings, it has never been to this degree and never over someone else before. it’ll start with stares at you that will last longer than normal or he’ll sit closer to you when he’s with you or he’ll ask questions that could make you assume he’s jealous, but he won’t outrightly say it. “you’re helping usopp, again?” emphasis on the again or he’ll suggest a more fun activity to do with him instead of anyone else in an attempt to coax you. don’t be surprised if you or someone else has to put two and two together. although it won’t be too difficult when luffy is passive-aggressive all day long until you give him the attention he wants.

out of all the strawhats, usopp takes the award for most jealous boyfriend. and he’s jealous over the most tedious things; franky showed you his latest invention? jealous. sanji asked you to cook with him? jealous. much like sanji, usopp is insecure about who he is and how good of a boyfriend he is, so he needs a whole lot of reassurance. he’s more jealous of his crewmates rather than random strangers too. usopp has always noticed his crewmates overpower him in strength and don’t fear heading straight into danger to protect the ones they love. he, however, knows he lacks those qualities which sends him into a jealous fury. you’ll be able to tell when his jealousy is taking over because his lies, although obvious, are incredibly ridiculous. “let me tell you about the time i singlehandedly defeated 8,000 men with both hands tied behind my back!” like okay babe, sure!

oh, ace gets so fucking mopey when he’s jealous. this man is the definition of a golden retriever boyfriend, but when he’s jealous??? boy oh boy. he’s needier, poutier, and clingier than ever the minute he feels a single ounce of jealousy. “babe, do you still love me?” he asks while tugging on your sleeve like a child. and it’s every single goddamn time too. ace is even more jealous when it’s his brothers giving you attention or affection; he knows what teases they can be especially when they notice his jealousy. even though his brothers may get a kick out of it, ace does not enjoy being jealous. the poor baby associates the feeling with the thought of losing you and when he starts thinking like that, he crumbles. you’re everything he needs and he just hopes you feel the same way about him too.

to no one’s surprise, sabo feels the need to prove himself when he’s jealous. he’s cocky, and a little bit annoying, but he’ll prove that he’s a better lover than any person that could ever have their eye on you. you have to humor him and pretend like you didn’t already know that. if he sees you with someone else he’ll puff out his chest, drop his voice an octave lower, and approach you with a confident smile on his face. sabo’s petty about his jealousy, so when you’re talking to whomever he’ll walk up to you mid-conversation, wrap an arm around your waist or shoulder, and maybe even slap or grab your ass so the other person knows that you’re his. you have to hold in your laughter until the other person walks away because you see right through his façade. sabo’s the complete opposite of ace, random strangers coming up to you makes him ten times more jealous than if it were someone he knows. for the love of god please just kiss him and tell him not to worry because he could keep this act up forever.

law hates feeling jealous in any type of way mostly because his jealousy is rare. he’s even cockier than sabo when it comes to you. he knows you love him, and he knows he loves you so what’s there to be jealous over? to law, absolutely nothing. on the occasion that he is jealous, know that it’s bothering the hell out of him. like an itch he can’t scratch or a word that’s just on the tip of his tongue. the thing is he knows he won’t lose you but watching someone try to win you over especially if he’s right next to you infuriates him in a way that almost scares you. sure, he’s not one to claim you as his own, but that doesn’t mean he enjoys having filthy men's eyes all over you. law’s whole demeanor changes when he’s jealous, his body language is unhappy and cold even more so than normal if you can believe that. and he’s not cutesy jealous like the rest of these lover boys on this list, law is incredibly unpleasant to be around when he’s jealous.

like, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated! (✿◠‿◠)

#black leg sanji #sanji x reader #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #monkey d luffy #luffy x reader #usopp #usopp x reader #portgas d ace #ace x reader #sabo the revolutionary #sabo x reader #trafalgar law #law x reader #one piece x reader #one piece headcanons

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shuttershocky · 2 months

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Is DMC5 a good entry point for a complete beginner?

Story-wise perhaps not. 5 references the entire series from 1-4 and even the anime and some books, but if you don't mind being lost (5's story is real simple anyway) then in terms of gameplay DMC5 is the easiest place for a complete beginner to start.

In 1 and 3, Easy mode had to be unlocked by getting the crap beaten out of you (DMC2 is so poorly balanced the entire game is extremely easy mode), and only in easy mode can you get autocombo (where simply mashing the attack button will make you do combos rather than needing to train yourself into doing the inputs and proper timing). In 5 however, you can start with Human (easy) mode from the start, and autocombo mode is simply a matter of holding down R3 on your controller, meaning you can swap in and out of autocombo whenever you like, an improvement on DMC4's auto combo where you had to pre-select it before starting a mission.

Another thing people don't talk about when it comes to DMC5 as an entry-point is that it also has the most fair enemies in the series. The past games (DMC3 especially) have some excruciatingly punishing enemy designs that can feel incredibly uninteractive if you don't know what you're doing. 5's roster of enemies have verystraightforward rules, with the weirdest enemies probably already being the Hell Judecca and the Furies. If you don't know what you're doing, you can absolutely go through the whole game by just beating faces in.

(This has led to statements from people that 5's enemies are all punching bags without any strategy involved, but enemy behaviors are actually greatly varied too and if you want to actually score big on Dante Must Die you still need to study them, they're just made so that new players can actually fight them without getting frustrated)

The one caveat I'll give for DMC5 as a new player's first DMC game is Dante himself. You get to play Nero and V for the first half of DMC5, because when you finally unlock Dante, Dante's upgraded so many times in the past that by the end of 5 he's got the following:

4 styles that change his controls

4 melee weapons (7 after beating Son of Sparda mode), 4 range weapons, and 1 of the melee weapons swaps between two modes

Devil Trigger (a super mode)

A second Devil Trigger (an even stronger, separate super mode with unique attacks)

Dante's so hilariously complicated (and overpowered, once you get good) that even some experienced DMC5 players tend to shy away from fully exploring Dante beyond a couple style mechanics and their favorite weapons, but if infinite depth you can spend forever with and still keep learning new tricks hundreds of hours later is your kinda thing, then you'll have a lot of fun (and will also like Dante in DMC4 who is even harder there)

______ If all this text intimidates you, I promise Devil May Cry is actually a welcoming series to get into. The games offer you multiple difficulty levels and plenty of tools and get out of jail free cards likes orbs to revive you or a couple incredibly overpowered mechanics that you can spam to cheese your way through fights. making sure that the skill floor is accessible. Difficulty is something you challenge yourself with, not imposed on you as a requirement to pass.

But if you DO chase that ridiculous skill ceiling, then the likes of S-ranking DMC3's final bossfight on Dante Must Die will make even Sekiro look simple. The games won't kick your ass until you ask them to, but when you do then prepare for a beating like little else can give you.

Oh and one last thing: Playing as Vergil does in fact, feel that cool.

#Devil May Cry

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zeroducks-2 · 1 year

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tell us about the nasty Slade man from TT03

since you guys (and @exhausted-pigeon) asked, here's me talking about iconic Teen Titans 2003 Slade :D

Disclaimer right here. Unlike a lot of fortunate folks, I did not have Teen Titans available to watch back then (I really missed out, especially cause I was in my pre-teen years and that would have been The Perfect Show for me at that point). This means that I only got to watch tt03 recently, therefore these thoughts don't come from someone who holds the show dear as a childhood memory, and who fell in love with it a long time ago, who had their christening to DC stuff through that and yada yada.

I'll therefore discuss tt03 Slade without personal/emotional involvement, and keeping in mind that tt03 is indeed a show intended for a young audience. I'll be adding screenshots for poignancy, so it's going to be a pretty long post :)

End of disclaimer, now onto the good shit.

So, what to say about Slade. Fans have been calling him downright devious, the Teenagers Tormentor, A True Menace To Society, a master manipulator, and a child predator even if there's nothing *too* explicit being that this is a show for kids.

(not that kids being the target audience stopped them showing Slade sleeping with Tara in NTT back in the '80s, but that's a conversation for another time)

Do I think that any of this is true? The answer is essentially yes, I agree with all of the above.

Slade is a very fun character, and his presence dominates the scene every time he's on screen. He's a solid villain, one that feels truly threatening for the protagonists (and not like a forgettable bad guy who can be overpowered with The Power Of Friendship™), and he fits perfectly with the dynamic of the show. He will do the most ridiculous corny things, like materializing at random in a corner of a panoramic wheel cart, while the wheel is in motion, right when Terra and Beast Boy are about to kiss (just to ruin their night basically).

I tried to find a gif cause this scene is too funny but sadly I didn't manage.

But he will also (and mostly) do fucked up shit which people nowadays argue as not belonging in a kid show, like grooming teenagers and/or forcing them to work for him.

His design is also easily iconic, and he's huge in bulk compared to the tiny, slender kid protagonists, adding to the threatening vibe.

I mean look at that Raven's a mushroom compared to him

But he's not a monster - you know he's a human being while you're watching the show, whether you imagine an eyepatch and silver hair like comicbooks!Slade or you picture a completely different kind of face on him, you still know he's just a man... or is he.

The show subtly toys with the idea that Slade might not be human after all. His face is never shown - every single time one of the characters manages to overpower him and unmask him, they find out that they've been fighting against a robot.

This happens after a fight so violent Robin almost dies by falling off a building, and SLADE HIMSELF saves him - reason being more or less "I'm not done kicking your ass". Eventually Robin manages to overpower him, takes off his mask, and lo and behold:

Slade wasn't even there the whole time.

Also, he seems to live in some sort of lab filled with complicated tech and huge gears that spin into nothing. Does this man even need to sleep, eat or drink?

What is this place and how high is the rent

I love what he did with the huge gears it's so ambient

All of this contributes to the threatening, mysterious aura surrounding the character. Which at times can turn into outright terrifying despite the show being relatively lighthearted. Pretty soon the narrative manages to establish the fact that Slade is nearly impossible to beat, that he will do anything to bring down the protagonists (or bring them under his control), and that you can always expect the worst from him.

But the most interesting aspect to discuss is for most people the child predator vibes this character has from his first appearance throughout the entirety of the show. And to whoever says "you can't tell me that they didn't do this intentionally", well, consider two things

1 - Slade in the comicbooks did sleep with a 15yo, in order to use her to bring down the Titans. So like, the fact that he *might* sleep with kids isn't much of a far-fetched hypothesis and 2 - The way he acts goes beyond the average "well this is a kids show of course the villain will act in weird ways towards kids".

Let me expand a little on this second point. When the protagonist of a story is a kid, the villain that will try to hurt/kill them is not automatically a child predator or a child abuser, only because he hurts a kid. In the context of that story it makes sense that the villain will act as if the protag was an adult - the story was created with a young audience in mind, and if other characters treated the protag like a child it would break their immersion.

So is this the case with Slade? Well yes, but actually no. There obviously is a case of "he treats the characters like adults cause it's a kids show" but does he, really? Slade works with the fact that the characters are kids, therefore inexperienced and easy to manipulate. He also wants an apprentice, which necessarily has to be young. In Terra's case, he plays on her insecurities and her need for someone to teach her and guide her. And then there's the way the scenes are directed and the creepiness factor of just how this man interacts with these kids that rightfully puts him in the creep zone, regardless of what exactly the story will show in terms of explicit details.

For this to make more sense I need to make examples, so let's dive in a little deeper starting with Fans Favorite's ... *drumroll* ...

The Apprentice Arc

It starts out with Slade contacting the Titans to tell them that he planted a bomb in the city. Robin, who's already obsessing at the point of waking up drenched in sweat after nightmares where he and Slade beat the shit out of each other, snaps into action to retrieve the trigger of the bomb.

Tis Robin waking up in his "Pepe Silvia" room dedicated to Slade after a nightmare, for your viewing pleasure.

So off the kids go, and while Robin chases Slade, the rest of the team goes try and dismantle the bomb. Slade tosses Robin around for a while, and when Robin manages to grab the remote control, Slade reveals that this is not a remote control because there is no bomb at all - rather, the rest of the Titans have just gotten hit with a laser beam that infected them with nanomachines. Now Robin has to do Slade's bidding and become his apprentice; if he refuses, or disobeys, Slade will use a button to inflict pain and potentially kill the other Titans, thanks to those nanomachines.

These are said nanomachines attached to the Titans' blood cells, conveniently displayed in huge ass screens. I love this scene so much it's so SERIOUS and SO CORNY at the same time lmao.

What ensues is Robin being forced to become Slade's apprentice, dressed in a cute replica of Slade's own suit,

And meanwhile Slade tosses him around either for the funsies or because Robin dares do something he doesn't like. Explicitly saying that he wants Robin to call him "Master". Please go watch the scene, it's 7 seconds long but it conveys EVERYTHING. This mf calls Robin "good boy" in the most condescending way you can ever imagine. Here, click this, I promise you won't be disappointed.

Here's Slade beating up a child for your viewing pleasure.

So at some point Robin is ordered to infiltrate Wayne Enterprise. The Titans try to stop him, Slade pushes for him to fight them, but baby doesn't want to especially when Starfire refuses to engage him. Slade not only starts to torture them with the nanomachines, forcing Robin to shoot them, but when kiddo gets back to him he receives the ass-whooping of his life, followed by this scene:

Here Slade is basically saying "I'm going to put you in your place in a way that will stick", but the scene is conveniently cut by the arrival of the rest of the Titans.

Robin has the idea of infecting himself with the nanomachines, so now if Slade wants to kill them, he has to kill him too. And Slade... tosses away the button, discarding the nanomachines plan on the spot, because the point REALLY was having Robin as an apprentice. If he can't have him, then there's no point.

Then there's Terra's Arc in Season 2, which goes more or less like this:

The Titans meet Terra, a kid their age who's very strong (she can manipulate the earth) but can't perfectly control her own powers. She's very self-conscious about this and when Beast Boy finds out, she begs him not to tell anyone, which he promises.

Soon after she gets singled out by Slade, who corners her and starts poking and prodding about how weak she is, unable to control her powers, and how her "new friends" will soon find out and once they do, they will discard her.

Honestly the fact that he's so big and Terra's itty bitty teeny tiny really adds to the overall creepiness of this scene. They're blocked in a cave underground btw, and to hammer the point home Slade starts tossing her around until she completely freaks out and almost buries herself under the rubble.

Soon after that, Robin deduces by himself that Terra isn't in complete control of her powers, but Terra thinks that Beast Boy snitched on her after promising he wouldn't say anything. Hurt and betrayed she runs away, and guess who she runs to?

As far as I remember, the amount of time Terra spends with Slade is nondescript. But what she says is that he trained her, taught her to not be afraid of her own powers (which is true, she can control her powers now), and gave her a purpose and direction. She comes back and infiltrates the Titans, now being a well groomed little spy, but despite her efforts Slade keeps being abusive and beats the living hell out of her when she comes back to him after a failed mission. He can puppeteer her through the suit she's wearing, but at some point she manages to break free of his control and the arc ends tragically with Terra killing Slade, and herself.

Is this the end of it then? Nuh-huh. Here comes the

Whatever the fuck is happening to Robin Arc

So Slade is dead. But at some point during a fight, Robin starts seeing him and chasing him, getting a mild ass-whoop like he normally would. His teammates are obviously confused but they comply when Robin tells them to go defuse these bombs that Slade planted - only there are no bombs. And it looks like Robin is the only one who can even see Slade.

The situation escalates at the point of Robin having to be strapped to a bed because he was literally killing himself while "fighting Slade", despite being the only one who could see him. Slade himself is the one that frees him from the restraints, and keeps beating him within an inch of his life, at the point that Robin starts begging.

And here we have what's probably the most memorable line of the whole show: "I am the thing that keeps you up at night. I am the evil that haunts every dark corner of your mind. I will never rest and neither will you."

What is happening here in theory is that Robin got dosed with toxic dust coming from Slade's mask, therefore he's seeing things and his brain is in so much stress that he might die from strain (he ends up saving himself by turning on the light). But taking into consideration what happened during the Apprentice arc, it's easy to see parallels with PTSD.

There is actually more. There's Slade being resurrected by Trigon and going rapey on Raven (you've seen the screenshot before) by tearing off her cape, and there's also an epic moment in which Slade goes to hell, WITH ROBIN'S HELP, to retrieve his own body and aid in the fight against Trigon. But I think my point already came across well enough:

Teen Titans 2003 Slade is a fucking creep, and compared to him, NTT Deathstroke is a sweet little lamb who wouldn't hurt a fly. Which is why it is so funny to me when people claim tt03 Slade is "better cause he never slept with a teenager" - Boy oh boy, you might have not seen it on screen but the subtext is clear as day.

This man has no moral code, no bounds (other than what the PG rating of the show will place on him) and not an ounce of humanity. I don't need to see no scene with half naked kids smoking cigarettes with only a bathrobe as clothing (like this one) to know what this man did.

#long post #Slade #teen titans 2003 #my asks #thank you for asking folks it was my pleasure to talk about this horrible horrible man #they don't make villains like these anymore #and to be honest they never did before #Slade is one of a kind

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(EDIT: I'm going to leave the main text of the original theory as is, but I did want to just add that I don't think the original reasoning of how memories are getting lost necessarily holds up considering what we already know about the angels' ability to erase memories and the fact that Metatron is in this up to his eyeballs. But what I am still sure of is that memories are being erased, and not just in the present)

I just had a fun thought. What if Crowley and Aziraphale's 25 lazari miracle was so ridiculously overpowered that it didn't JUST work on Gabriel. What if they overshot the mark so badly that it just started affecting random other people to varying degrees and THAT'S why there are some characters that some people don't seem to remember fuck all about meeting.

What if it doesn't always affect everyone the same and THAT'S why, when every other angel in the room straight up forgot who the fucking Metatron was, Crowley (and I'm pretty damn sure Saraquiel, but that's a whole other conversation) still recognized him.

What if it started to affect people in unintended ways? What if it started to affect not only someone's ability to retain memories of a specific person, but started being able to affect their other memories too?

We still haven't talked about how Muriel, a fucking scrivener, does not seem to know how to read anymore in the present day.

Her entire job, her entire existence in heaven revolves around reading and writing and keeping records and she almost never gets to see or interact with any other angels except for once every couple of centuries when someone wants something from her. This is an angel who has spent millennia with only her books and records to keep her company. She has probably read more than every other entity in existence combined, and she still clearly has a deep love and affinity for books...

But when she tells Metatron that she's reading a book, she uses air quotes. Not reading a book, but "reading" a book. She's so drawn to books, the desire is there, but the knowledge is gone.

What else is being forgotten? Who else is losing pieces of their memories and themselves?

What if Crowley and Aziraphale are starting to lose memories of their history together piece by piece? Even worse, what if it isn't even confined to the present?

If their memories of their time together were to be damaged or lost early enough in their history, if each time they met they misremembered or couldn't remember the time before... It would affect the way they approached one another every single time. It would alter their entire timeline. Their entire history together could be wiped out without a trace. Or worse.

And there are signs. Subtle ones mostly, the faintest glimmers. A fleeting sense that something isn't quite right, that passes so quickly you're not even sure you didn't just imagine it. But there is one in particular that's slightly more there than the others. A tiny crack instead of a glimmer, so faint you don't even notice it at first, but once you do you can't unsee it.

Remember when Crowley and Aziraphale are working out how to give Job and Sithis their children back without letting an audience of onlooking angels know that they're giving them their exact same children back? Bildad the Shuhite antics ensue, we all have a good laugh at Gabriel's dead set conviction that the human reproductive system consists entirely of ribs, Crowley pokes a little light fun about how he needs to be on his toes under the eyes of an expert, it's a good time. But the thing is...what if he was? What if Gabriel was an expert on human birth?

Here's a fun fact. You know how many times Gabriel shows up in the Bible specifically to discuss someone's womb? Twice. On two separate occasions this angel is sent to Earth for the express purpose of womb related discussions with someone. I mean technically the discussions were more about who was going to be coming out of said wombs, but still. The womb is directly mentioned both times. And when he's talking to Mary he explicitly mentions conception.

He damn well used to know how the human birth process works. Who knows, maybe even enough to be considered an expert. Maybe that's why he was the one chosen to deliver those messages. One thing is for certain though, at the very least he was familiar with conception and he knew what a womb was and understood its role in childbirth. So what happened? Did he just not learn about any of that until after the events with Job?

Or did he have that knowledge all along, only to have it taken from him by something that wouldn't even be set in motion until centuries later?

What if that enormous surge of miraculous energy sent a backlash cascading unchecked throughout history, doing things they never meant it to do, now entirely unpredictable, capable of doing anything from making someone forget the name of an old acquaintance to washing away entire swaths of memories that are intrinsic to who they are? Eroding them away like a river, little by little, until eventually they're barely even an echo of who they once were, an empty shell of their former self.

The expert on human birth who can't remember exactly how it all works, but remembers God doing something with a rib once, and so he clings to that. The scrivener who's still inexorably drawn to books, to the written word, even though she no longer remembers quite how to decipher them, only that she loves them.

Maybe even an angel and a demon, the love and trust and devotion that they built over the course of 6000 years, that has outlasted every empire ever built, strong enough to withstand the wrath of heaven and hell combined, its roots as old as humanity itself and older.... torn down brick by brick even as the foundations were being laid.

Empty houses, almost remembering where the things used to be. Looking at where the furniture isn't

#I STARTED THIS POST AS A FUCKING JOKE #like oh teehee wouldn't it be so funny if the Ineffable husbands accidentally memory wiped every other angel they know en masse #and had to adopt an entire gaggle of Jims until they figured out how the fuck to undo it? haha #and now i am in SHAMBLES #good omens s2 #good omens s2 spoilers #gos2 spoilers #good omens meta #good omens speculation #Ineffable amnesiacs theory

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Chapter 29

Third POV

It's Sunday. Eboni has spent her weekend trapped in EJ's Infirmary with Jeff by her side almost 24/7. The teen wants to address this, but she knows he'll just brush it off. She questions why he struggles to vocalize how he cares for her. In her mind, it isn't as difficult since his actions speak for him.

In honesty, she finds the killer being reluctant to voice his emotions kinda cute. Though she'll never admit that out loud. Her eye is healed enough for her to open it. Her cut lip is healed while the bruise on her cheek is fading. Her ribs still ache as well as her ankle, but nothing is broken- so she can manage. Her hand, though, is going to take the longest to heal. The serum is enough to lessen how large the cut is, but it's still going to require more stitching.

On the plus size, Eboni has gotten a chance to get to know EJ and BEN. They don't seem too bad, but BEN is a bit of a perv that's on drugs. If he offers Eboni another mystery pill, she swears to throw him into a tub full of ice-cold water - other than that, he's a good buddy to smoke weed with.

She finds EJ interesting. His knowledge within the medical field is a bit surprising until he opens up on how he became what he is. It's a bit disheartening that slenderman played a part in it, though, but he holds no grudges.

Right now, both Eboni and BEN are playing mario Cart on one of EJ's medical monitors. BEN, of course, hacked it so it can display the screen on his switch. The two have had three races, BEN winning all of them - Eboni in last place every time.

Eboni grabs her pillow, hitting the glitching demon multiple times upside his head. "The third fucking time!? And these maps are complete ass!"

"Ack! Aye! It's not my fault you suck at this shit! I thought you were a streamer!"

"In my free time, when I'm bored. I don't play Nintendo games, you elf!"

"What games do you play?"

"Shooting games - like Call of duty. It's fun pissing those gamer freaks off." She grins.

"Ugh- fine. I'll put one of those games in. What else do you play?"

"Cookin' momma and any just dance game."

BEN laughs, "Really? Just dance? Cookin momma? Those games are ridiculous!"

Eboni raised a brow, "so your saying that they're so bad you can beat me at them?"

"Hell yeah, I can - wanna bet?"

Eboni holds out her hand, the creature shaking it as she proudly says, "DEAL!"

Jeff and EJ sit back in one of the few chairs in the room, watching the two play. Jeff's attention is mostly on Eboni, not knowing that he's smiling rather softly towards her. These pass days, Jeff allows himself to accpet a number of things. The first is his overwhelming feelings for Eboni. Something about her - something within her - keeps drawing him in - making him want much more.

Nothing, and no one has been able to hold his attention almost constantly. His attention span is pretty short. It doesn't take the killer much to become bored rather quickly, but with Eboni, he doesn't face that issue. He seems to find out something new about her every day. Her attitude and feisty nature always make things more entertaining.

After spending two days with her, it still isn't enough. He doesn't want her to leave his side - not even for a second. He never thought he'll be this clingy. But after seeing her so bruised and hurt, a strong, overpowering sense of needing to protect what's his took over him completely. Jeff doesn't care what anyone says, nor how others look at her within the mansion. All he cares about, all he wants is for Eboni to be safe & feel safe.

EJ glances at Jeff, grinning a bit. "She really has you whipped, huh?" He teases, elbowing his shoulder playfully.

Jeff eyes harden, scoffing while shaking his head. "As if."

"Come on Jeff. It's written all over your face." EJ grins, glancing at Eboni. "She's really something. I see why you fell hard."

"I didn't fall for that fuckin' bi-"

"Sprout bullshit all you want. Everyone knows how you feel." The cannibal shrugs, giving the smiling killer a knowing look.

Jeff sighs heavily, leaning back in his chair as he watches Eboni begin to play just dance with BEN. "Whatever....how did yours make you feel?" He asks hesitantly, knowing how sensitive this topic is for EJ.

He smiles, showing his sharp teeth. "She was my world. She gave me this high that I've never felt before, my addictive drug."

"Have you ever...felt this overwhelming feeling to protect her? The thought of any other guy looking at her pisses you off?"

EJ can't help but chuckle. "Sometimes yeah, but you're far more possessive than I ever was. You never seem to leave Eboni alone - not that she minds."

"I..." Jeff doesn't know what else to say. EJ is right as he is most of the time.

"She gives you this sense of control that you've never had, even before being dragged into this mansion. It levels you- but no worries, you're still a crazy mother fucker." He said, patting his shoulder.

The smiling killer doesn't shrug his hand off this time. The eyeless cannibal is right - the desire to have complete control over something, anything, and Eboni gives him that. Giving him complete control over her life. The idea of having someone to control has always been appealing, thrilling even.

Sure, Nina could've filled that role, but she wouldn't have lasted, and her existence irks him. Throwing away such a good life - a life he sometimes wishes he had. Sure, he had a mother and a father, even a little brother, but it wasn't stable - he was never stable.

A cheer breaks him from his thoughts, Eboni performing a rather sensual victory dance while BEN lays on the floor - exhausted. Eboni completely floored BEN in cookin momma, just dance, and even a few shooting games. Even with all the cheat codes BEN gathered, he couldn't beat raw talent.

Eboni bends down, holding her hand out and giving BEN a mocking pitied look. "Switch, please."

Accepting defeat, he snaps his fingers as his Nintendo Switch system appears in her hands. With a giddy smile, she skips over to Jeff, showing off what she won. "I beat the game, demon!" She cheers gleefully.

Jeff stands, patting the top of her head. "Good job, princess."

"What the fuck man! You know how much I love that thing and your praising her!?"

Jeff grins, flipping BEN off as he moves onto Eboni's medical bed. "Go cry about it."

"Asshat!" He shouts before zapping away.

EJ laughs, standing from his chair. "Slenderman is requesting me. I'll be back to do one more check-up on her."

Jeff nods, watching the cannibal leave. He smiles at Eboni, patting his thigh. The teen eagerly jumps onto the bed, moving to sit in between his legs. The killer wraps his arms around her waist, sighing in contentment while Eboni messes around with her new Switch to fit her taste.

"Gonna open up about that little episode you had?" He questions, watching her fingers still against the joysticks.

There has been this unspoken air between the two. Most of it is regarding what took place Friday, the other being their feelings for one another that neither of them are ready to discuss any time soon. Eboni tenses a bit, leaning her head up to look at Jeff.

"I don't..." The topic of her parents has always been a sensitive one. But maybe it's time she forces herself to talk about it.

"If you do, I'll give you a reward." He whispers to her, rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs against her hips.

Eboni gulps nervously, lowering her head as she takes a deep breath. "O-Okay..." she whispers, beginning her story.

It's Christmas Eve. Jacob, Eboni's father's family, has invited him to spend Christmas with them. It was surprising considering they've grown apart the moment Jacob proposed to his wife, Yasmine.

His family fought and never accepted Yasmina, which made no sense considering how sweet and loving the woman was. Unfortunately, she has no family of her own except for her husband and daughter - which played a role in Jacob's family disliking her.

However, both are individually successful. Jacob is a world-renowned martial artist, owning several self-defense studios across the United States. Yasmina is a world-renowned chef and retired gymnastics coach. They've paved the way for their eight year old daughter to have an amazing future.

The family is currently driving to Jacob's family home, which happens to be a huge mansion. Yasmine isn't looking forward to this trip, but Eboni is. The young child couldn't wait to see her aunt that she misses and loves so much. Yasmine was looking forward to seeing Jacob's older sister, though. The woman is the only one she gets along with - the only one she trusts.

"Honey, I told you we should've left before the snow storm gotten closer." Yasmine sighs.

"Yeah, yeah - I get it, woman. You were right." Jacob said, rolling his eyes playfully, which earns him a light smack on his arm.

"Oh, don't start! It's just the snow os picking up. The weather report also said to be mindful of black ice. Maybe we should find a motel and -"

"I've been driving since I was sixteen years old. I'm 30 babe, this storm is child's play."

Eboni giggles, playing with her stuffed rabbit, glances out of her window - gasping at the snow. "Ish so pretty and white! Lookie look!"

"I see, sweetie. It's very beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as my little princess."

Eboni giggles, squeezing her rabbit close to her chest. Swinging her feet at her father's words. "Momma is prettier!"

"Oh, Eboni, stop -"

"Mhm. Both of you are my gorgeous girls. Aaaaall mine." Jacob smiles, moving to place his hand on Yasmine thigh.

After an hour or so, Jacob notices this black van with tinted windows following them. At every turn, every stop light - the van is right behind them, tailgating them. Yasmine has noticed too but hasn't voiced her concerns, not wanting to scare her daughter.

Jacob and Yasmine share a knowing look as they hold each others hands. Jacob begins speeding through the snowstorm, running red lights and making a few sharp turns. Unfortunately, the black is still hot on their tail.

"Momma? Papa? Why is the car going so fast? Ish little scary..." she pouts, gripping her rabbit plush even tighter.

"No reason, sweetie! Daddy is just trying to get there as fast as he can since the storm is getting worse. We might get stranded in the middle of the road if he doesn't hurry." Yasmine explains as calmly as she could.

Eboni notices the two holding their hands and the worried expressions on their faces. Eboni reaches forward, placing her hand over her parents - feeling a sense of comfort now.

The comfort fades the moment Jacob loses control over the car after sliding on a large patch of black ice. The man keeps his composer, turning the wheel in the opposite direction - gaining control rather quickly. He smiles, looking at his wife then at his daughter.

"You guys oka-"

SKREEEEEEEET- BANG!

A sixteen wheeler comes crashing head-on into the family. The front of the car is completely destory, and Eboni's parents crushed. Eboni's eyes widen at the sight, screaming at the top of her lungs- crying out for her parents to speak, pleading with them to let her know that they're alright. Eboni was struggling to keep consciousness, suffering extreme internal bleeding. The last sight of her loving parents being their mangled corpses.

"The poor girl. Her father's family wants nothing to do with her..."

"Losing your parents. What kind of Christmas gift is that?"

Eboni slowly opens her eyes, blinking them a few times to adjust to the brightness of the hospital room. She tries to sit up, whimpering at the pain she feels all over her body.

"Oh no, no! You mustn't move, sweetheart. You have to rest." The nurse said, gently lowering the child back down.

"Momma...papa? Where are...momma and Papa?" Eboni questions, her voice horse. The child was stuck in a coma for a week.

The two nurses share a heartbreaking look. The first nurse slowly shakes her head. "Um... sweetheart, they aren't here right now."

"Wh...what? But momma and papa are hurt! Hospitals heal people! So they should be ok...momma and Papa are ok..right?" She questions, lips quivering. The poor child didn't want to believe the horrifying images of her parents being real. The doctors can just piece them back together. They're miracle workers just like her father taught her.

The nurses stay quiet, not sure how to comfort the child while trying to keep the heartbreaking truth from her.

"Then Tete? Where's Eboni's Tete?" The eight year old questions, referring to her auntie.

The nurses remain silent again, confirming the child's suspicions. Her parents are gone. They weren't coming back. The doctors couldn't fix them. No one could bring them back. Her other family, her aunt, has completely left her to endure this new painful reality alone.

"No... NO MOMMA! PAPA! EBONI IS AWAKE! SHE'S OK, SO YOU SHOULD BE OK!" she screams, forcing herself to sit up - the child slipping into hysterics.

The nurses begin to panic, phoning for the doctor to come. Once there, he orders the nurses to hold the child down.

"But she's just a kid!" The second tries to reason.

"And she'll injure herself further in this state! We have to sedate her!" He explains, pulling out a rather large needle filled with cheer liquid.

Eboni sees this and screams at the top of her lungs, the same gut-wrenching scream as before. She trashes around, the nurses having no choice but to force the child down and strap her in place. The doctor sighs, walking over and forces the needle into a vein within the child's arm - slowly pushing the liquid into her.

Quickly, Eboni begins to calm down heavy tears streaming down her face. From that day forward, the young child's world - that was full of happiness and love - will become a life full of hellish experiences, solitude, and a chain of endless abuse.

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dulcesiabits · 2 years

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Twisted Wonderland characters working in my family’s restaurant headcanons I wrote on break

Ace Trappola: Gets bored and insists on doing magic tricks with customer orders, resulting in them getting lost in a primordial void, known to none except for Lilia (who will not retrieve it for the jokes). My parents never want him to come back

Deuce Spade: Thinks he got himself locked in the freezer and panics so much he breaks down a wall to get out. He was, in fact, not locked in. My parents never want him to come back part 2 (+10 points for being polite)

Riddle Rosehearts: Actually does a pretty good job but then gets into a shouting match with a customer over taking a handful of sauce packets instead of the regulated 2-3 per order

Trey Clover: A normal guy putting in a normal amount of effort

Cater Diamond: Takes a bunch of selfies in various corners of the restaurant to post on magicam. Then forgets to take customer orders because he’s busy coming up with captions that will garner him the most amount of clout

Leona Kingscholar: Immediately curls up in a corner and falls asleep. Doesn’t even wake up when the cooks start using him as a table and put various containers on him to save space

Ruggie Bucchi: Fantastic, amazing, show-stopping, wonderful, etc etc!! He can do everything from take orders up front to prepping the food in the back. He knows the menu better than I do. My parents would be determined to bag him as an in-law to grow our culinary empire

Jack Howl: He’s a good boy and does his best! Works in the back because he doesn’t like dealing with customers. Insists he doesn’t care when someone compliments him but his tail wags so wildly he cools down the kitchen by several degrees

Azul Ashengrotto: Would he be good at this and grow our business through various shady dealings and several surprisingly ingenious policies? Yes. Would I allow him in? No.

Jade Leech: Someone has to keep a strict watch on what sort of mushrooms he’s putting into the dishes

Floyd Leech: I set up alarms so that when he steps one hundred feet within the restaurant, the doors automatically lock.

Kalim Al-Asim: Kalim, my sweet sunshine boy… Jamil and I conspire to keep him distracted with coloring books and playing iPad games with my six year old cousin

Jamil Viper: Annoyingly good at job. Uses a spare piece of paper to write down the names and addresses of every customer who make him mad to keep himself sane ^_^

Epel Felmier: Insists working in the back with Jack and rushes to carry every heavy container around to prove he can. Used to work up front to attract customers and get extra tips with his cute face, but was banned after he almost got into a fist fight with someone who kept flirting with him during rush hour

Vil Schoenheit: I cannot imagine him voluntarily working here whatsoever

Rook Hunt: He does well during rush hour but there’s just something unnerving about his smile and the fact he can list several disturbingly accurate and intimate facts of every customer who walks in. Also, he’s French :/

Idia Shroud: Cannot be convinced to set foot into the restaurant so he shows up as an iPad. Someone’s mean to him so he starts doxxing them and goes “is this you?”

Ortho Shroud: Hiring a ten year old robot child has to violate some sort of labor law

Malleus Draconia: He’s so happy to be invited somewhere he does some ridiculously overpowered feat of magic that terrifies everyone in the vicinity (he probably fixed the freezer Deuce broke and added some extra fun features). Is not invited back and he’s pouting about it

Lilia Vanrogue: Hangs up side down from the ceiling and scares customers for fun :) there’s a large sign with “LILIA VANROUGE STAY OUT OF THE KITCHEN” hanging up but he ignores it every time by claiming he can’t read

Silver: Falls asleep while in the middle of handling food and almost falls head first into the wok before Lilia holds him back

Sebek: Banned because he follows Malleus everywhere and no one can hear each other over the sound of his voice :/

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That sounds awful; I'd love to read it. (But maybe someone could comfort him at the end? Remy? You like Remy and Roman together, right? Right? /lh)

(okay this is ridiculously late considering that i wrote this fic at christmastime and now it's february, but here is the long-awaited sequel to christmas when you're alone!)

(cw -> attempted solitary confinement, panic attacks, mentions of emotional abuse)

word count: 1.9k

The wafting scent of Christmas dinner made Roman's mouth water, but he couldn't bring himself to summon any food. A part of him didn't think he deserved it. After all, he had been stuck here, locked in his room with a magic seal for almost ten hours now.

Usually, Roman wouldn't keep count, but it was one of the only things keeping him from going insane.

With his powers, Roman was typically able to sink in and out of any room in the mindscape, but when Janus made the magic seal at his door, it prevented his ability to do that, rendering him trapped in his bedroom, where he almost thought he could sense the walls starting to close in on him.

The laughing and chattering outside never stopped, and it was driving Roman mad. Why did they sound like they were having so much more fun when he wasn't there? Before he knew it, more tears were sliding down Roman's cheeks as he reflected on the dreadful morning he'd had.

It just wasn't fair. He had tried so hard. Everything he did was in spite of his abilities and personality. Despite being the ego, he did nothing but care for other people. Despite being insecurity, he let the other sides dig at him over, and over, and over. Every single thing he did sitting down at that Christmas tree was unnatural, and that meant that it took so much effort. But nobody seemed to care. In fact, it was almost like they made a game out of trying to break Roman, shattering his attempts at being good and obedient.

It was like they didn't want him to succeed.

The prince curled in on himself in the bed, and he was starting to sob so loudly that he grew hoarse from how much energy it was taking. But the tears kept coming, causing his body to spasm unnaturally. He was trying so hard not to choke on his own tears that he didn't even hear the signature sound of somebody rising into his room.

"Come on, girlfriend. You gotta breathe."

When a gentle hand touched Roman's back, the prince immediately flinched away, expecting an unfriendly touch. But when he smelled a very overpowering coffee-scent and saw that the hand reaching out was sunkissed tan like his instead of pale like the other sides', fear gave way to confusion.

"Sleep?" Roman whispered, "What- what are you doing here? It's only 5pm. It's not time for bed yet."

"Please. Call me Remy. And I wanted to come by and see if I could join in on the festivities," Remy said, "Even bitches like to have fun sometimes, right? I don't know. They let me hang out, but...it didn't seem like they actually wanted me around, you know? And when I saw you were missing, I asked around. Nobody gave me a real answer. So I thought I'd investigate for myself. And here we are."

And now, Remy leaned in, and he took off his sunglasses, propping them up on top of his head. He gazed at Roman with those shockingly sharp gray eyes, eyes that sought truth.

"What the hell did they do to you?"

Roman shuddered as the question was asked. It was strange and unfamiliar, as his tongue flailed to come up with an answer. Frankly, Roman wasn't used to being pitied. He wasn't used to his side of the story being heard out without being ridiculed or dismissed. And because of the events of the morning, Roman couldn't bring himself to tell and risk getting punished again.

"It was my fault," he whispered, "You should go back with them. I'm supposed to be alone. I'm...supposed to think about what I've done."

Roman expected the weight on the side of his bed to lift, and he expected Remy to sink out the moment he was dismissed, with an air of relief. Thank God he didn't have to deal with the whiny little prince anymore.

But no such thing happened. Remy only stared, and he crawled onto Roman's bed fully, his gaze never faltering for a second as his mouth pressed into a tight line. Roman could feel the rage emitting off him in waves, and the feeling made him shudder.

"What you've done?" Remy practically spat, "What did you do?"

Roman judged Remy's tone as an indication that he was angry with him. So words spilled from the prince, in a desperate attempt to correct anything wrong he might have done to vex Remy. He couldn't have somebody else hate him. He just couldn't.

"I was bad on Christmas," Roman whimpered as he held back his tears, "I was bratty, I got the others the wrong gifts, I was insensitive, I- I wasn't grateful enough for my gifts, I cried. I cried and I ruined everything, and- maybe I never should have been there to begin with. Maybe I'm the problem and I need to just- stay here. Out of the way. I never should have left my room to begin with, I-"

"Girl. Girl, calm down. Please."

Remy's gentle tone cut through Roman's hysteria as he hugged the prince tightly, attempting to ground him with his limbs. Trying to use his body to let the panicking side know that he was still on the ground. He wasn't floating away. He was here. And he mattered. His words mattered. Roman couldn't help but lean into the touch, starved of comfort and human decency.

"Please," Roman whispered desperately, "Please don't leave me, I can't be alone again, I can't. I'll do anything, I'll do anything you want, I'll never cry again, I'll never speak again. I'll make you anything you want, I'll be anything you want. Just please- please-"

"Oh, babydoll..." Remy hugged Roman closer, starting to rub circles on his back. Roman could feel the rings on his fingers, but it was comfortable. "Babydoll, please, stop. Stop talking about yourself like that. You don't have to do anything to keep me here, you don't have to pretend to be something you're not. I'm your friend. I want to help you no matter what."

Roman winced.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry- I'm sorry-"

"No. None of that, honeybun. Please?"

Remy gazed at Roman with such earnest eyes, Roman couldn't tear his own tear-filled gaze away. This was so different from what he was used to. Why wasn't Remy yelling? Why wasn't he laughing? Why wasn't he taking Roman away, why wasn't he rolling his eyes? This felt like the stuff of fantasy, something that Roman dreamed up. He stayed silent as he stared at Remy, trying to drink his presence in fully. If it was a hallucination, Roman was sure as hell going to try and enjoy it.

"You're not going to say sorry when you didn't do anything wrong. That's not gonna happen," Remy said carefully, holding Roman's trembling hands and squeezing them, "You're spiraling. You're panicking. That doesn't usually just happen to a person, especially someone like you. You're generally mentally okay, you're usually doing fine. But lately...things have been so off. And I think I know why."

Roman couldn't help but tense up, terrified of what Remy was going to say.

"Why?" he whispered, purely because he felt like he had to.

"Those bitches out there are abusing you."

"What??"

The word burst out of Roman before he even had the opportunity to control it. His mouth hung open and he felt like his entire world had turned upside down with that statement. He tried to rush to defenses, to tell Remy that it wasn't abusive to help Roman become a better person, that he deserved it, that the others would never abuse anybody.

But he couldn't speak.

Roman couldn't say a word because deep down, he was wondering if Remy was right.

None of this felt right. Instead of a person, Roman felt lately like a caged animal at the zoo. Trapped, stuck, mistreated, dirty, forced into humiliation so people could gawk at him and laugh. No matter what he did, it was always wrong. No matter how hard he tried, it was never enough. Was that really how life was supposed to be?

"Honey, do you really think it's fair that you got locked up on Christmas day?" Remy murmured, "Or that instead of a nice present, you got a book about fucking manners? The other sides out there told me everything, or rather, as much as they wanted me to tell. I'll bet there's so much more that's so shameful that they couldn't even say it. They know what they're doing is wrong. They know they're hurting you beyond repair, and they don't want to admit it because they don't want to lose their toy."

Roman flinched, and Remy shook his head quickly.

"I'm sorry," he said, "I didn't mean to say you're a toy. You're not. It's just- they treat you like one. They think they can break you over and over with no consequences. But that's wrong. There's gonna be consequences. I'll make sure of it."

"You can't," Roman said immediately, his eyes growing wide and desperate, "Please. They'll hate me. They will, I know they will. They'll think I pushed you onto them, they'll think I'm using you. I can't get punished again, Remy. Please. You don't get what it's like to be trapped here alone."

"You're right, I don't," Remy said, "But you shouldn't be able to get it either. Nobody deserves to be locked up like this, especially on Christmas. I know you can be a bit...rambunctious, Ro, but you're a good person. You're good, Roman. I know that. And I think you know that too."

"I-..." Roman deflated. "I don't know. No matter how good I try to be, it's just not good enough for them. And what's the point of goodness if it doesn't help the people around you?"

"That's the thing, babydoll, you are helping the people around you," Remy reassured, starting to gently run his fingers through Roman's thick, curly auburn locks. "Virgil hasn't taken off those shoes. They fit him perfectly. None of them had to take on the burden of decorating the house, or arranging the gifts to look pretty, or setting the table with milk and cookies. That was you, honeybun. That was Roman. Nobody else. The Christmas magic doesn't come from anybody else here. It comes from you. No matter what they have to say about it, you created all this. Without you, this holiday wouldn't be in the mindscape at all."

Roman opened his mouth to speak, but he was just overwhelmed. He started to smile, almost deliriously. It felt so good to be seen, to be recognized in such away, to get attention that wasn't bad. And Remy was somebody that Roman had always admired. Confident, cool, sassy, always able to stand up for himself, no matter what. Remy was the type of person that Roman wished he was more like. And here he was, helping him, reassuring him, telling him how much he mattered and showing him what made him special.

Roman couldn't have asked for a better Christmas present than that.

"Thank you," he whispered, "I'm sorry. Merry Christmas. I...should have gotten you a present."

"Hmm, I know a present you can give me," Remy said with a gentle smirk, "Can I have a magic hug from my magic boy?"

Roman laughed breathlessly and threw himself once again into Remy's arms, relishing in the endless warmth that the man gave, marveling at how he always managed to smell like a warm, fresh cup of coffee sweetened with honey.

"You're magic too, Remy," Roman whispered, curling up closer to Remy and hiding his face in his chest, so Remy wouldn't see how his face went red. "You helped me believe in Christmas again."

(i hope this was some nice food for my rosleep shippers! also i'm sorry this is literally a month and a half late. uh...things happened! but i'm sure a bit of christmas magic is great no matter what season, right? thanks for reading!!! and feel free always to put in an ask if there's anything else whump writing wise you wanna see from me!)

#christmas when you're alone #sanders sides #tss #thomas sanders #whump community #whump writing #roman sanders #sanders sides fanfic #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fic #tss roman #whumpee roman #caretaker remy #tss whumper writing #panic attacks #emotional abuse #christmas whump #holiday whump

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darchildre · 21 days

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Gentlemen and Players

(Got distracted and so didn't get to part 1 before part 2 arrived, so I am posting about both parts at once.)

Hey everybody, get excited - it's cricket time! Everything I know about cricket, I learned from E W Hornung and Dorothy Sayers. Here is the sum total of my cricket knowledge: Raffles and Lord Peter are Good At It. That's it; that's all I've got.

Thing 1:

"Cricket," said Raffles, "like everything else, is good enough sport until you discover a better. As a source of excitement it isn't in it with other things you wot of, Bunny, and the involuntary comparison becomes a bore. What's the satisfaction of taking a man's wicket when you want his spoons?

The line about the spoons is so funny to me. I realize that fancy flatware is worth stealing and fencing or whatever but it's still so funny.

Being a gentleman thief who steals jewelry: daring, classy, dare I say, 'sexy'.

Being a gentleman thief who steals spoons: just the silliest thing.

Also very funny is Raffles pouting in his terrible straw hat about the cricket not going his way not five paragraphs after saying he doesn't care at all about it. Thank god someone properly illustrated this ridiculous moment.

Thing 2: "A young gentleman of the exquisite type," huh, Bunny? Bunny my Bunny, no matter how hard you try, you are not good at pretending to be straight.

Thing 3: Oh, poor Bunny, who is now more worried about being humiliated on the cricket field than he is about committing a crime. Let's be real - I too would much rather rob someone than be watched while miserably (and inevitably) failing at a sporting event. Bunny's a better man than I, because I would probably have faked a dire illness or an overseas trip or something to get out of playing sports in front of people, no matter how in love with Raffles I was.

Thing 4: Raffles' weird moral/ethical code is so fascinating. It would be the height of rudeness to rob one's host. But if you're invited somewhere solely because you're good at cricket, then you're practically being treated as an employee which a) is an insult and b) makes you not really a guest. And therefore it's not only acceptable (if still a bit tacky) but almost compulsory to rob said host, as revenge for the insult he's given you.

Thing 5: Aww, Bunny has decided this time not to get cranky that Raffles isn't telling him things, after Raffles rescued him last time! Very cute - let's see how long that resolution lasts.

Also extremely cute is Raffles' little training regimen of fishing and impromptu games of catch. One hopes they alleviate Bunny's anxiety about sports at least a little.

Thing 6:

...we found an enormous house-party assembled, including more persons of pomp, majesty, and dominion than I had ever encountered in one room before. I confess I felt overpowered. Our errand and my own presences combined to rob me of an address upon which I have sometimes plumed myself...

Because we only ever see Bunny with Raffles and therefore almost always at some point in the commission of a crime, we always see Bunny rattled and anxious, rather than in his element. It's interesting to imagine Bunny at his ease, who is apparently charming, personable and fun at parties. Probably, were he not worried about the police, he and Miss Melhuish might have ended up having a lot of fun gossiping about everyone else at the party. Miss Melhuish is clearly having a lot of fun imagining burglars with him and thinking about whose jewelry she would steal if she had the chance.

Also, the hilarious fear-inspired arrogance of thinking that he and Raffles are "two well-known London thieves" the presence of whom the police might have been alerted to! You have pulled at most three* whole jobs together, Bunny, and haven't run into the police on any of them. You are, as yet, the opposite of "well-known thieves". Literally no one knows about you.

Thing 7: Raffles taking his shoes off so that he can pace properly without bothering other people in the house and worrying (if only a little) if smoking inside is allowed is very cute. I love how excited he gets at the idea of both observing some 'professional' criminals and also beating both them and the police.

Also very cute is Bunny replying to his "My dear Bunny" with his own "My dear A.J.", the very first time we've seen Bunny call him that.

Thing 8:

I had still enough of the honest man in me to welcome the postponement of our actual felonies, to dread their performance, to deplore their necessity: which is merely another way of stating the too patent fact that I was an incomparably weaker man than Raffles, while every whit as wicked. I had, however, one rather strong point. I possessed the gift of dismissing unpleasant considerations, not intimately connected with the passing moment, entirely from my mind. Through the exercise of this faculty I had lately been living my frivolous life in town with as much ignoble enjoyment as I had derived from it the year before; and similarly, here at Milchester, in the long-dreaded cricket-week, I had after all a quite excellent time.

A) The idea that it would be a better and almost more noble thing to actually fully commit to being a criminal rather than the wishy-washy state that Bunny currently finds himself in is going to come up more prominently in later stories, but it's interesting that Bunny is already thinking about it, at least a little.

B) Except that we are talking about Bunny 'my greatest strength is not thinking about stuff I find unpleasant until I absolutely have to' Manders, so no conclusions will be reached at this time.

Thing 9: Awww, Bunny actually does all right at cricket! Good for him. I like that he and Miss Melhuish are continuing to be house-party friends as well and that she "said pretty things to [him]" about the cricket. (Sorry, miss, he's very cute but also very taken.)

Thing 10: Awww part 2, Bunny hearing Mackenzie grabbing someone in the hallway in the middle of the night, clearly thinking it's Raffles who's been caught, and flinging the door open to valiantly rush to the rescue! I mean, it isn't Raffles needing rescuing at all, but by god, he tried. Don't worry, Bunny - someday you will actually manage to heroically come to Raffles' rescue, I promise.

And also we get our first example of Bunny being surprisingly effective at unarmed melee combat but only when he's startled/panicking.

Thing 11: And then, our first properly happy ending, where everyone gets what they wanted: Bunny gets to feel a little heroic and like he's done something good, and Raffles gets to feel clever and to walk off with the best of the shiny things, and they both presumably get enough money to continue not having real jobs. Applause all round!

Thing 12: Raffles did not in any way need Bunny for this job. He does nothing to facilitate the robbery and any help he provides in distracting or hindering the professional criminals is purely coincidental and could have been expected of any of the other members of the house party. Bunny is not useful and it is, in fact, more work to get him to the house: Raffles has to lie to his host about Bunny's cricket skills and then scurry off to clandestinely play catch with him to get him even close to faking it.

Raffles just prefers having Bunny around, is the thing. If there's a chance of something fun/exciting happening, Bunny should be around for it. And if the party turns out to be boring and there's no opportunity for crime, at least Bunny will be there to hang out with.

It's easier to tell that Bunny is smitten, because he tells us all the time, but Raffles is totally head over heels for his rabbit as well. He's just slightly subtler about it because he's not the narrator.

Both Raffles movies from the 1930s are based loosely on this story (and its sequel, "The Return Match"). I cannot in fairness recommend either of them as good adaptations - they are both so straight that they feel they have to give Raffles a girlfriend - but the 1930 version is at least kinda fun, and Bunny gets to tackle a dude in his pajamas.** The 1939 version is a remake starring David Niven and Olivia de Havilland and I love both of them but it has been hit super hard by the Hays Code - barely has a Bunny at all, and Raffles has to turn himself in at the end, because the Code didn't allow people to be shown profiting from a crime. It's a bit depressing, really.

They're not terrible movies and are a bit worth seeing as curiosities if nothing else, but maybe just watch the 1970s tv show instead.

*Depending on where you think "Out of Paradise" fits in the chronology.

**How the dude got into Bunny's pajamas, I'll never know. /Groucho Marx impression

#letters from bunny #raffles #gentlemen and players

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duckapus · 2 years

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We all talk about how ridiculous Danny Phantom would be for the Justice League to deal with but you know who’d be even worse? Timmy. Goddamn. Turner.

Because Phantom and his villains might be insanely overpowered but at least they actually make sense and have a specific jurisdiction! Here’s this random kid who can and will make Literally Anything happen whenever and wherever he wants and half the League isn’t even allowed to know why! Batman tries to investigate and while he does find out that Dimmsdale is legitimately batshit insane any time he gets close to figuring it out all his leads end up taking him to a website that literally just says “Fuck You Crocker” in eighteen different languages including fucking Atlantean!(in totally unrelated news Aquaman hasn’t been answering his calls.) The space heroes hear about him and are all like “you mean that little fucker who brought Dark Laser to life?” and this is news to everyone else because somehow they missed the LITERAL DEATH STAR SHARING THEIR ORBIT!!!!

And then when they finally manage to bring him in to get things cleared up Constantine goes even more ballistic than he did with Phantom, because You Absolutely Do Not Fuck With The Fae And Their Chosen. Do you want the apocalypse? Because messing with this shit is how you get the apocalypse.

Now, this Limited Interaction Policy worked out well with Phantom because he and the League had the right perspective to understand why it existed and go along with it. Timmy, who is a child having fun hanging out with superheroes and has been conditioned by circumstance to distrust magical authority figures, decides that Constantine is a bitch-ass motherfucker and starts interacting with the League as much as he possibly can out of Spite, which Cosmo and Wanda are actively encouraging both so he can potentially have positive relationships with adults for once and for the lols. He very quickly clocks Batman and Wonder Woman as being parent-shaped and will often just follow one of them around the Watchtower if he’s bored.

Also when he meets the Young Justice team his first thought is to wonder what would happen if he put Wally “I can run faster than sound but magic isn’t real” West in a room with Denzel “Everything is because of Fairy Godparents” Crocker and locked the door.

#fairly oddparents #dc #justice league #timmy turner #john constantine #fairies are op #batman #dark laser #wonder woman #young justice #thankfully since timmy is a child with no powers of his own they're not in any hurry to recruit him #things get really crazy when they find out him and danny know each other #in timmy's defense the photocopier that made dark laser was misleadingly labeled #but he did in fact accidentally create an intergalactic conqueror

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callsign-bunnie · 1 year

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Do you take rare pair fic requests? I need my fix of Ghost/Rudy, nsfw, with a predator/prey dynamic please ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

You had my brain working over time for this one but I hope you like it! I actually loved this concept and had a lot of fun writing for it! (Slight Dubcon, but it’s fairly obvious Rudy wants it, dw)

When Rodolfo first saw Ghost, he was immediately intimidated. The man was a solid half a foot taller than him. Rodolfo had to look up when he came near. He tried to voice his concern to Alejandro, but ended up laughed off. It was ridiculous, he knew.

So, he’d made a comment. “With your mask, you will fit in well, here.”

He’d been a little irked by the way both Soap and Alejandro stopped him, but then shrunk back at the intensity of Ghost’s stare in the mirror.

It didn’t help the way he kept noticing Ghost just stare at him. Ghost would loom close when they were talking about missions, always watching him. Rodolfo found it hard to ignore. It was always the same expression. But... Rodolfo couldn’t read it from just his eyes.

Especially in the safehouse before they rescued Alejandro. Rodolfo found it hard to focus on the plan with Ghost staring at him the entire time. It was only after they got back to headquarters when Price was explaining everything and Ghost removed his mask that Rodolfo recognized it.

Hunger.

Something about it made Rodolfo feel odd. An emotion Rodolfo couldn’t recognize, but he was starting to realize he didn’t mind so much, anymore.

Something about that, though, made the staring harder to bear. The whole time they were supposed to be taking down Graves, Ghost’s eyes were in the back of his mind. When Ghost wasn’t physically staring at him, Rodolfo could still feel it.

He was hoping it’d go away when they left but then TF141 announced they’d be staying for a while. Rodolfo didn’t really understand the specifics of why, he just knew Ghost’s presence got even more overbearing. His body reacted to him just walking in the room.

He could feel him before he even made his presence known. It was unbearable, the way his body reacted to Ghost. And he knew Ghost had picked up on it. Soon, Ghost was touching his waist, his arm, his back. It was subtle, he knew no one else would see it. It was just enough for Rodolfo to notice.

Oh, and he noticed.

Hunger started to mix with amusement in Ghost’s eyes, Rodolfo could pick that up fairly easily. He realized, a bit later, what Ghost was doing.

He was hunting. And Rodolfo had fallen right into that prey role. But, he didn’t know if he wanted out of it. Ghost found excuses for them to be on missions together, Rodolfo found excuses out of it. It was a game, now, one that Ghost seemed to enjoy playing.

Rodolfo would find excuses to be away from everyone and soon enough, Ghost was finding reasons he needed to be there, too. He never did anything, just watched Rodolfo, made his presence known, and then left.

He would catch Rodolfo’s eyes in the few missions they had to do together, and he’d overpower the other side. Show off just what he could do. Snap necks, throw bodies, anything. It was a show of strength and Rodolfo was certainly receptive to it.

So, Rodolfo shouldn’t have been at all shocked to find himself running through the woods of the mountain, being chased. How they even got there was a mystery to him, but he knew it had something to do with Ghost finally wanting to catch his prey.

Rodolfo had been chased before, it came with the job, but this was different. This was exhilarating. The only thing keeping him running was a want to keep the game going and slight anticipation of just what will happen once he’s caught.

Ghost wasn’t too far behind him. Rodolfo knew, he could catch glimpses of him when he looked back, though he blended into the dark well.

But Rodolfo was good at evading capture. He was smaller than Ghost and could dodge in ways Ghost couldn’t. He could use big trees to make fast turns, where Ghost had to slow down or he’d slam into them. Plus, Rodolfo jogged almost every day when he wasn’t busy.

Still. He knew about Ghost. Ghost had more stamina than Rodolfo could dream of. Ghost could pursue far beyond his prey’s capabilities and that included Rodolfo. Rodolfo was going to wear out, eventually, and Ghost would catch him, then.

As it was, it happened faster than Rodolfo would have guessed. Maybe it was Rodolfo’s stamina, or maybe Rodolfo was ready to get caught. All in all, it happened. And all it took was one small stumble and Ghost was on him, pinning him down with all of his weight.

Rodolfo half heartedly fought at him but it was pretty clear to both of them that Rodolfo didn’t actually want this to end. Quite the opposite, in fact. He wanted to know just what Ghost had in mind for him.

Ghost used one arm to keep him pinned by his wrists above his head, the other working off his jeans. Rodolfo tried not to think about how both of his somehow fit in Ghost’s hand, and squirmed, lightly kicking at him.

Ghost growled a little and slammed Rodolfo’s hips down, leaning down. “Behave, won’t you?”

Rodolfo’s eyes went wide and he shivered, but nodded, going mostly still.

“Good boy.” Ghost returned back to what he was doing before shoving his fingers inside Rodolfo. Rodolfo tensed and cried out, squirming again at the pain it caused.

Ghost ignored him, pumping them in and out at a steady pace. Rodolfo did his best to relax, squeezing his eyes shut. It was intense, though he didn’t take long to adjust. And right as he was adjusting, Ghost was adding another finger, stretching Rodolfo out. With how thick Ghost’s fingers were, he could only imagine just what he was in for once he was prepped.

Oh and Rodolfo had only been able to imagine because as soon as Ghost was satisfied, he was pushing in and Rodolfo was biting his tongue to keep from screaming from just how much it was. Pleasure, pain, everything overwhelmed Rodolfo.

Ghost only stared down at him, though, his newly freed hand moving to grip his neck. Thankfully, he gave Rodolfo a moment before he started to move, starting right up with thrusts.

Rodolfo pressed his neck into Ghost’s hand, moaning. Ghost found his prostate fairly quickly, and he was slamming into it. Rodolfo could no longer stop his screams, arching his back with each hit.

He could almost hear Ghost’s growls over his own screams, and it only added to the overwhelm, sending shivers down his spine to meet the pleasure shot back up.

He whimpered when Ghost suddenly was turning him around, holding his hands behind his back and yanking him up to get a better angle. It just helped him go deeper and Rodolfo swore he could feel him in his stomach.

Ghost’s arm was around his waist, guiding him up and down, which was good because Rodolfo knew he wouldn’t be able to move himself. He felt like he was being ripped apart in the best way and he didn’t want it to stop.

Rodolfo’s orgasm came without expectation or warning, just one moment he was being moved and the next he was screaming so loud he knew someone would have to have heard as his body trembled and shook.

Ghost laughed behind him, though it was breathless and the sound of it sent shivers right down Rodolfo’s spine again. It only took a few more thrusts and Rodolfo could feel him cumming inside him. It was dirty and so so hot.

Ghost let Rodolfo fall back when he stopped moving, panting with him. Rodolfo was half dead to the world, exhausted and sore and spent. But, he was vaguely aware of a gloved hand moving through his hair.

“Good boy.”

Primal kink used to be my fucking jam but I haven’t written it in so long. I hope you enjoyed this!

#no lube in this one because i thought it would break the immersion so just pretend #Ghost cod #Simon Ghost Riley #Rodolfo Parra #Rodolfo cod #Ghost x Rodolfo #Primal kink #predator prey #Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare II #call of duty #queue for dinner again hunny?

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My thoughts on Suicide Squad: Kill the Justice League...

I recently have been playing Suicide Squad: Kill the Justice League and thought I would share my thoughts on it.

I'll start off by saying that yeah the game is getting a lot of flak for various different reasons:

It being a live service title.

It being a part of the Arkhamverse.

The fact you actually kill the Justice League in the game titled “Kill the Justice League”, lmfao.

And finally the whole situation with Kevin Conroy and the fact that this was one of his last performances.

(As we know now it wasn't THE last performance he gave as Batman, he'll apparently be in part 3 of the Tommorowverse Crisis movies.)

I'll start off by saying that I actually did enjoy the game, it's certainly different from the Arkham games being that it is a looter shooter akin to say Destiny, but I didn't actually mind the gameplay and actually think it's rather satisfying once you've upgraded your character enough and get some cool weapons.

I played as Deadshot for the majority of my playthrough of the story, switching sometimes to other characters, especially Boomerang, and I find each is somewhat unique enough.

I really like each character's traversal but HATE the cooldowns, that's a mechanic I find especially annoying, like I want to fly or speed around the city without having to stop every once in a while, lol.

Anyways, shooting and blowing enemies up is pretty fun, especially with the affliction mechanic you get from Ivy, I love the freezing mechanic specifically because it's much easier to mow down enemies.

There's also Gizmo's vehicles which are ridiculously overpowered and I can't lie and say I don't love blowing things up with them, lol.

As for the story... it's a little undercooked, seeing as it is part 1 of a larger narrative, being as this is a live service game it unfortunately ends in a cliffhanger to set up future DLC content.

I think I would be bothered by this more if the DLC wasn't totally free, so instead I'm not gonna nitpick this aspect too much, as I said the DLC is free, if they had made me pay for it I would've probably been more cross.

I do think the world building in this game is really good, there's like remnants you can find of the citizens of Metropolis and what they were doing at the beginning of the Brainiac invasion that I found especially interesting.

Also Metropolis looks and feels amazing, it's probably one of the best open world designs I've seen in a video game, so Rocksteady definitely didn't skimp on the art design with this game.

There's also audio logs you can find about what happened to the League and it's particularly tragic and I think the entire cast of voice actors do a great job.

As for the main story, there's a lot to like and there's a lot to dislike.

Obviously one of the main gripes I see is that you actually kill the Justice League in this game, and... it doesn't bother me too much? I guess that's because I caught on to some of the hints they were dropping about the JL, and without going too much into spoiler-territory, I'll just say things aren't as they seem with them.

Now for the elephant in the room which is how the game treats the Arkhamverse and obviously Batman, considering this is one of Kevin's final outings as the character.

I'll start by saying that Kevin Conroy gives a fantastic performance in this game, he's great as an evil Batman and you can hear it in his voice, he was absolutely not held at gunpoint or anything to record his lines for this game, lol.

There's obviously some issues to be had with how it ends for his Batman, but like I said... not everything is as it seems, so I definitely don't think this is the last we'll be seeing or hearing from Batman in this game, that's all I'll say.

Also there's a tribute at the end for Kevin that's really heartfelt and it made me tear up a bit. 🥹

As for how they try to weave the Arkhamverse narrative into this game? I think it's a bit sloppy all things considered.

Like yeah the museum that Jack Ryder made is cool and all but you literally could've made this game not connected to the Arkhamverse with a few changes and things would've been fine, lol.

(Also I'm not too happy about Arkham Origins being discluded from the museum section, what is your problem with it Rocksteady!?)

The Arkhamverse itself is sloppy sure, and there's fair criticisms to be had about it, but I just don't see a reason why this game is set in that universe to begin with, I guess because Rocksteady thought people wouldn't be interested unless there were some connections to those games.

As for the game being live service, that hasn't entirely bothered me yet.

As I said the DLC is completely free.

And most of the live service stuff is for cosmetics.

If the game had made me pay for more than just outfits for my characters, I would've probably been more upset, so this game isn't really all that predatory with the live service elements imo.

(You also get some free cosmetics in-game for completing Riddler races, so that's cool.)

I do think it's a bit of a bummer that the game has to be always online to play it, but Rocksteady did say there is an offline mode coming soon.

Also I only had like a few connection issues, so it never really interrupted my time playing all that much.

Anyways, I would say Suicide Squad: Kill the Justice League is a solid 7/10 game, it has some flaws sure, but nothing that made me think the game is as bad as some people are making it out to be, I definitely have enjoyed my time playing it and am interested in the DLC going forward.

I certainly hope it lasts longer than most live service games, but you never know with these titles unfortunately, either way I still think you all should give it a try while it's still going!

Well, that's my thoughts on SS: KTJL, I hope everyone enjoyed reading them!

As always stay tuned! Same bat-time, same bat-channel!

#suicide squad kill the justice league #suicide squad #harley quinn #deadshot #captain boomerang #king shark #batman #kevin conroy #justice league #video games #dc comics

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Old returned feelings

🎂: ROTTMNT - more specifically MNMC

🧁: Leon (future leo)

🍫: leo and Donnie

Summary: Leon gets a lee mood for the first time in a long time.

A/N: Leon is future Leonardo and Leo is present Leonardo. Also, damn this is long . But it was also so fun to write.

TW; a single cuss word

Old returned feelings.

Well, this is new..Not really, it had happened to him before, but it had been so long. It felt unfamiliar. A lee mood.

That’s right, the depressed Leon..wanted to be tickled.

It makes a little sense if you think about it, a depressed middle-aged man going through a lot and feeling tremendous guilt….

It’s no surprise that he wants to get out of his head and laugh for a while.

No, the surprise comes when you think about the fact that this isn’t an ordinary lee mood. It’s a lee-onardo mood.

Leo’s lee moods are simultaneously well-known and completely unknown.

Everyone knew that Leo got these “episodes” where he would be more annoying or immature, somehow make even more ridiculous one-liners and also never leave his brothers alone.

This was Leos way of provoking his brothers into satisfying his lee moods, without them ever knowing.

Sometimes , it would work. One of his brothers (usually Donnie) would get fed-up and tickle him until he couldn’t breathe.

But most of the time, they didn’t. And he would spend all his free time thinking about it until it either went away (which could take weeks) or he got what he wanted.

While the obnoxious behavior is the most noticeable, there are other signs of a classic Lee-o mood.

These are very strange to see in a normally somber person. Things like always having a small smile, needing to struggle to stifle a constant urge to laugh, flinching away in anticipation when one of his brothers passed a little to closely.

He hadn’t felt it in a long time. Leon supposed a dangerous war made even the most uncontrollable happy moods disappear, leaving them as a distant memory .

Despite that, Leon knew what was happening to him as soon as he woke up.

His ticklish spots buzzed with phantom sensation, and although his normally sad thoughts were still present, this massive bubbling feeling in his chest overpowered it.

His Lee moods always did trump his other emotions.

The other turtles were still asleep in their little pile, breathing softly and wearing relaxed expressions .

Leon, on the other hand, was wide awake. Visions of scrub brushes taken to the edges of his shell, or fingers working their way under his arms, leaving him holding back snickers underneath his brothers.

The older slider gently climbed out of the pile to go train a bit, maybe take his mind off his tremendous lee mood.

He was still plagued with these giggly visions as he stood up, having to leave the small snickers in his chest to avoid waking his family.

He was still smiling and slightly giggly when he left, not noticing the smaller sliders eyes watching him walk away.

💙💙💙💙(time skip)

As soon as the rest of the turtles woke up, and Leo actually saw the older version of himself doing daily activities, he knew what was up.

He would recognize the signs of his own lee moods anywhere .

All the tells were there.

Small smile? Check

Slight mirthful gleam in the eyes? Check

Looks like he’s penting up laughter? Check

Absolutely amazing one-liners? Double check.

The rest of Leo’s brothers were a little surprised at Leon’s sudden cheery demeanor and oh so very Leo-esk behavior.

But not Leo, he knew exactly what was going on.

—————-

Donnie knew something was up. What exactly? He didn’t know.

All he knew was that Leon wanted something.

He was being extra annoying and telling a bunch of very dumb jokes at breakfast. He kept staring at the turtles with a smile , not of fondness, but excitement. There was a hint of hope in his eyes, as if he was just waiting for something to happen.

All signs that he wanted something, but what?

What is going on?

Donnie decides to ask Leo , he’s the one most likely to know what’s up with future-him.

—————-

Leo was about deciding to help future him out with his little issue, when Donnie knocked on his door.

“Come in” he called, waiting to see what his tech-genius of a brother wanted.

“What’s up, DonTon?”

“I was going to ask you that, but, about future you.” Came the monotone response. Donnie always got straight to the point.

“You noticed too, did ya?”

“Yeah. But what is it?”

“Simple. He’s in a lee mood. Can see it plain as day, checks aaaaallll the boxes.” Leo says, dragging out the all for emphases

“Y’know. I thought he just wanted something. But that actually makes a lot of sense. It would explain why he keeps flinching slightly whenever I walk past.”

“Yup!” Leo says, popping the p, “did you also notice the fact that he’s holding back laughter and smiling like crazy?”

“I did notice the smile, although I can’t say I realized he was holding back any sort of laughter.”

“Yup! I was actually about to go help him out. Would you like to join me?” Leo smirked, offering his hand as if to ask for a dance.

“I would love too.” Donnie returns the tone, not taking the hand but walking towards the med-bay where Leon was staying, whispering under his breath “so you get these too, huh?”

“Oh, sush, you.”

—————-

‘I’m going to go insane if I don’t do something about this soon’ Leon thought, after another round of visions and giggles poured from him.

He just couldn’t. stop. thinking. about it.

He wanted to be tickled already god dammit.

Specifically, his underarms and the shell around them was buzzing like no tomorrow. Light laughter was pulled from him, stored all throughout his body and lungs.

He didn’t know what to do about it. His old methods of provoking weren’t working, because he was older and not the annoying brother the other turtles were used too, acting more like a father figure.

He was stewing in this feeling, almost like a carbonated soda that’s been shaken. All bubbly and tingly and nearly ready to burst.

Then, the door to the MedBay opened. He was expecting Casey coming to greet him or Mikey telling him it’s dinner time.

What he wasn’t expecting was younger him and Donnie.

“Sup old man” Leo called from the entrance, giving a slight wave of his hand, “we came to help you with the little problem you’ve been dealing with today.”

Wordlessly, Leon looks over to Donnie, a silent question.

“He already knows.”

“Indeed. I have become aware of your … conundrum… And have agreed to assist you in the matter.”

A small, anticipatory smile forms on his face, only growing wider when Leo says,

“Hey Donnie, get his arms, will ya?”

“My pleasure. Anywhere specific, Nardo?”

“No need to ask him, I already know. I can see the signs,” he speaks before pointing to the areas the buzzing is strongest, unrelenting now that it was actually happening-

“Here.. and here? Right?” He continues with a cheeky smirk.

Unable to respond, not trusting his voice to not break, Leon just gives the smallest of nods. It’s enough for Leo, who gives Donnie a signal.

Donnie takes it , and pulls out two little metal claws from his battle shell and ‘oh crap that’s gonna tickle like hell’

Not that Leon really minds, of course.

Donnie situates the claws above his underarms, poised and ready , like a scorpions tail.

Leon giggles more in anticipation.

Leo places his hands on the edges of his shell, before whispering (intentionally loud enough for Leon to hear him)

“Three…..” ‘why is he dragging it out?!’ Leon’s whole body is fizzing at this point. And he’s silently begging for his young counterpart to hurry up already

“Two….” The air is filled with anticipation and small giggles “ONE!” Leo shouts, and as soon as he gets the word out, both smaller turtles touch down their weapons.

Immediately a wave of ticklish bliss washes over Leon, happy giggles rolling out one after another.

His laughter is falling on top of itself, because it’s been waiting all day just at the surface of his throat, leaking slowly, waiting for the floodgates to open and come spilling out.

That wonderful feeling of pure, unadulterated glee, transferring from the others fingers and tools, bleeding into his body and straight to his brain.

The tingly sensation he’d been feeling all day is replaced with the euphoria caused by the metal arms under his and the clawing at his shell.

The metal arms start moving down the rest of his side . Moving quickly and in such a tickly fashion, up and down his side, leaving him in stitches.

Leon feels like he is going to burst with happiness at this point, filled to the brim with the amazing feeling of uncontrollable , unfiltered, unstoppable laughter that he hasn’t experienced in so long.

Tears of mirth spring to his eyes as he lays there , laughing out of his mind and lungs. He is having so much fun and he never wants it to stop.

Both of the younger turtles smile, it’s wonderful to see their grumpy , depressed version of Leo smile, and laugh, and be oh so happy.

Leo, knowing he’s revealing one of his own weaknesses, gives Donnie a significant look, before taking a deep breath, and giving Leon the biggest raspberry he can muster on to the center of his plastron.

Leon screams with pure joy, followed by insane laughter and cackling, still filled with happiness. The tears that were collecting in his squeezed shut eyes stream down his face. He’s smiling so wide the others are worried he’ll split his face in two.

This is the greatest feeling ever, Leon concludes. He was giddy, pure laughter and amusement flowing through his veins, replacing the oxygen in his lungs and the blood in his heart.

He wants this feeling to go on for ever and ever.

But, he needs to breathe at some point. He slightly taps the table underneath him and Leo takes the signal, gesturing to Donnie to stop.

He does so, retracting the metal claws and looking down on Leon, his face split by a wide grin and tear tracks down his face, leftover mirth still glittering in his eyes.

Leo comes back with a glass of water, Which Leon gratefully drinks and smiles. He’s so full of smiles.

“Thanks guys, I had a lot of fun. “

“We could tell.” The others say in sync.

Leon glances up in memory. “I’ve missed these old returned feelings.”

—————THE END——————————————

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