#He may be a gentle giant but he's also very malicious
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#undertale#undertale aus#undertale artist#utmv#undertale au art#utmv fanart#horrortale sans#horror sans#yn x canon#He may be a gentle giant but he's also very malicious
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Eeeyyy! Guess who wants more Phantasmo x reader? Me! :D (btw, I am the "chubby reader" anon if you haven't noticed!)
Could you write some Phantasmo x tiny/borrower reader? (And a reader more taller than Phantasmo? Or even a GIANT reader???)
🤨
Why do i feel something… odd about this ask…?
Well, i’ll hand you some headcanons…
(Also i hope Fluff don’t jump at my throat on this one)
☆~Phantasmo with a borrower darling~☆:
You two have met when you were spotted by him and lifted by his ghost tail, him bringing you very closely to his face, his cold breath on your tiny face and his piercing malicious eyes on you… you desperately tried to plead for your life… and him still deciding what to do with you… until he spoke:
Phantasmo: how long have you been here?
Y/n: . . .I… i…
Phantasmo: a n s w e r M E.
Y/n: eeepp! 6 months s-sir…!
Phantasmo: 6 months… hmm…
Phantasmo then squeezed you with his ghost tail a little tighter and gave you a really creepy grin.
Phantasmo: say~ how about this: i spare your pathetic little life and in exchange… you’ll be my little stress toy~
Y/n: s-stress t-t-toy…? What do you-!
Before you could ask any further, he tossed you on his palm and started squeezing the hell out of you, his hand would tremble lightly from excitement of bringing you pain and with the amount of pressure he was applying to your tiny body… until he stopped and examined you to see if you were still alive, and, to his surprise, you were. Maybe with a few broken ribs, but you were still alive!
Phantasmo: Hmm~ good, good~ perhaps you’ll be of entertainment for me~
He then would lock you up in a… rather spacious cage…? And place a big cookie in front of you… at first you were suspicious and scared it would be a trap: that he was only toying with you and at any moment would kill you, maybe the cookie was made with poison? Or worse: he would place a big snake inside the cage! Weirdly enough, it even looked like he was reading your mind and tried to… “reassure” you:
Phantasmo: no, there isn’t any tricks to this, i can be nice sometimes… see?
Phantasmo would then pat your head with his pointer finger gently.
Phantasmo: now~ try to get some rest and… don’t dream of a snake eating you alive or you eating a poisonous cookie! Hahahaha!
Yeah… talk about reassurance… you two may not had the best start but, eventually, he would grow more fondly of you! :D
He would still call you his “little pet” or his “mouse” just to fluster you~
Basically your routine would be: be squeezed by him whenever he’s angry, stressed or bored; eat; clean yourself; sometimes go on a “walk” with him (he would put you in his pocket of his lab coat) IF he’s feeling nice; sleep and repeat.
When you two grow more fond of the other, he would… get more bolder with his shenanigans: he would “threaten” you to put you into his mouth and bite off your limbs… or swallow you whole… (of course, you don’t like that one bit and burst out crying. He immediately apologizes and swears he will be more gentle with his “threats”, which is actually him fooling around with you, but since he almost never interacts with people, he has terrible social interaction and say shit like this)
Of course he loves you, he just sucks at showing it, lol
But… sometimes, SOMETIMES, he might feel a little tempted to… have a taste of you. Now, now: i know Fluff has confirmed that Phantasmo can’t eat or drink… but she never said he can’t place something or someone (don’t you get any funny ideas) on his mouth ☝️
Eventually he… does places you on his mouth, but, but, but: he asks for your consent first… you were… still with a back foot on this but… you kind have been… also a little curious to know what it is like being inside a mouth… you nod and he claps his hands together happily: he brings you towards his lips and opens his mouth, he waits a few seconds for you to climb in. You do and… god, oh god his mouth was much more scarier up close! You immediately tap his tongue and he (a little sadly because he really liked your taste) let you out.
He would then always start asking you if he could place you on his mouth, which you would agree but under the condition of him always letting you out whenever you felt uncomfortable or scared.
Sometimes he would playfully and lightly chew on you, you know, like a chewing toy. He would also press you against the inside of his cheeks just to tease you.
He really loves your taste: you taste bitter to him, but, since he loves coffee and can’t drink it, you are the perfect substitute for that! :D
Oh oh oh! Also one more thing: he would definitely sew you a couple of little clothes, just for you. 🥹
☆~Phantasmo with a tall (and a giant) person~☆:
Honestly Phantasmo wouldn’t be intimidated by your size if you were a couple of inches taller than him, there’s even a old drawing of Fluff where Phantasmo is interrogating a (presumably) tall guy:
(Image above was drawn by Fluffpillow)
Okay, the (presumably) guy isn’t THAT tall compared to Phantasmo, but my point still stands: he isn’t easily intimidated by size, at least usually…
But a GIANT? Ohohoho boy, he would be both: amazed because imagine all the experiments and bodies he can create with yours?! And absolute panic because, well, HOLY HEAVENS it’s a MOTHER FUCKING GIANT!
Okay, i know i said i would do both but… what if i… *proceeds to cheat by making the tall person have shape-shifting ability*
Like imagine the scenario: you saw Phantasmo haunting someone and you decided to scare him and teach him a lesson. At first, obviously, he isn’t afraid of you, i mean, why he would be? Especially with someone like yo-! And then, poof! You grew 10 times more bigger than him!
He immediately tries to disappear out of your way but you manage to grab him and bring him closer to your face while smirking triumphantly at him:
Y/n: not so tough now, eh little guy?
Phantasmo: y-you d-d-don’t scare me…!
Y/n: oh really~? Then what if i…
You teasingly opened your mouth, of course: you wouldn’t actually eat him, but~ he didn’t have to know~ he desperately begs you to release him:
Phantasmo: P-please…! Wh-what do you even want fro-from m-me?!
Y/n: i want you to apologize to that child over there you were scaring.
Phantasmo: Hmpf! And what if i-! OKAY, OKAY YOU WIN, YOU WIN! GOD!
It definitely took you two to get through each other’s hearts a little longer because of Phantasmo’s ego and because he was still butt-hurt from your first encounter: he hardly is out best by someone… and he ABSOLUTELY HATES being out best.
But eventually you two start dating! :D
He’s absolutely amazed by your shape-shifting ability and asks you if you could also shrink, you answer him a no.
Every time you want to kiss him, you grow into your giant form and kiss his entire face hfgfggfg
Of course, he doesn’t blush or anything (kidding, he totally blushes when you do that hfghgfgfhfhgf)
When you are not in your gargantuan size, he likes to float higher to look like he’s taller than you (have patience with him, he doesn’t like to feel short 😔🤚)
You also love poking him when you’re in your giant form gfhgfhfgfhhffh (and he annoyingly pushes your finger away from him hgfhhfgffhfh)
You basically managed to make him quit villainy: not because he WANTED TO but more like because he was PRESSURED TO by you:
Phantasmo: ooohhhh! Come on! Let at least do some evil things!
Y/n: N O.
Phantasmo: what if i only steal banks? Or, or: kidnap some ladies or-!
Y/n: do that and i’m gonna eat you.
Phantasmo: Oh! Oh okay! Are you seriously playing the “I’m GoInG tO EaT yOu” card right now?!
Y/n: yes. That or i’ll break up with you: your choice, choose your life of crime or me.
Phantasmo: Ooouhhh! You WOULDN’T dare!
Y/n: yes, yes i would.
Phantasmo: . . .i really can’t have both. . .?
Y/n: no.
Phantasmo: *sighs* F I N E… i’ll choose you…
#dr. phantasmo#telltown#fluffpillow#dr. phantasmo x reader#g/t#sfw g/t#g/t writing#giant/tiny#honestly? i wouldn’t even complain if fluff asked me to delete this post#i mean it#also charlie would 100% make fun of phantasmo when she saw him begging not to be eaten oops!#g/t fearplay#Fluff please… you may beat my ass but you can’t deny phantasmo wouldn’t be into fearplay!
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last weekend I caved and read everything you ever uploaded here once more agskshkdd this is who i am as a person. but im love your writing so much!!! i have an especially soft spot for the naga stories, are those the ones that are about half-snake people? i always mess up the names but how do you think bakugou (and or kiri) would be as a yandere one, when he falls for the reader? i can't remember you ever writing a snake-version of him and idk if you'd be up for it but i'm super curious! xoxoxo
Aww!! Thank you so much :)
And yes! Naga’s are the snake people, semi human from the torso up and giant ass snakes from the hips down!
Bakugou:
If there is one word to describe yandere Naga Bakugou its possessive. It takes a lot for him to chose a mate, he is incredibly picky, picking his mate much past the typical age but once he picks?? Possessive protective to the extreme. You are his mate to do with what he pleases, and absolutely no one is going to take you away from him. Hell, he gets pissy the second another creature, intelligent or not even looks at you. You won’t be leaving his nest any time soon after he snatches you up, even trying to peek over the edges of the flattened down bowl in the ground leads to you being dragged right back to the middle and getting angrily chewed out and huffed at as you get tucked right back into the nest.
I think he’d most likely fall for a darling who hikes or walks frequently in his forest for whatever reason. A hunter, camper, or just any kind of nature enthusiast will quickly catch his eye. You’re so small…and your body is so different than his and yet you constantly come back here, carelessly leaving your scent everywhere, as if inviting him to have a taste. He isn’t one to turn down the offer. He doesn’t have any form of patience, somewhere during a mid afternoon doze and lunch he’ll come to the conclusion that he wants you, all while still ripping the meaty remains of his prey off the bone. Right then and there he decides to have you, still picking meat from his teeth with the jagged edge of a bone. The next time he sees you you’ll be snatched up into his arms and dragged back to his nest, kicking and screaming left ignored as he unceremoniously dumps you in his nest and refuses to let you leave.
I picture him most likely picking a human mate tbh, He enjoys being bigger and stronger than his mate, justifying the overbearing desire to hide away and protect what's his, something other Nagas wouldn’t tolerate. Even if you don’t tolerate it it doesn’t really matter, he is bigger and stronger than you, and can easily just pick you right up and carry you back to where he wants you to be. Biting, kicking, punching, anything just bounces off his hard scales. Honestly fighting like that is more likely to turn him on than anything else~ If you have this much energy you clearly can put it towards incubating some of his eggs right? Hopefully that fiery spirit will pass on to his eggs once they hatch~
He’ll also be curious, painfully so, eagerly twisting and pulling you in his hold like a doll, poking and prodding as he inspects you. Its not often he sees a human so close without eating them. He’s cruel in the sense that he likes to poke your squishy spots just to listen to your cute noises and watch you try and wiggle away from him. Its hardly ever malicious, though, the claws in your mouth, feeling up your teeth. Or large hands encompassing your entire calf as he feels up your leg is pure curiosity. He’ll look almost childish, eyes wide with wonder as he watches you twist and bend, so small and fragile yet so resilient.
He’ll hiss and throw up a fit if you call him out on this but he is also incredibly cuddly. Maybe it’s just because of that protective nature of his but he loves wrapping around you, snuggling his face into your stomach, tongue darting out to smell your skin. Or maybe it has something to do with the fact that you are a breathing furnace compared to the cooler blooded beast. He’s so soft in those moments, eagerly nuzzling you and lapping up any attention you’ll give him, even if he huffs and insists its for your protection and warmth if you say anything. Human skin is so thin and you are so needy for warmth! How did you ever survive without him curling around you to keep you warm and chase off the chill of the night air. You’d be wise to keep your mouth shut about the fact that he is actually sapping your heat with his cold skin. Best not take those rare tender moments for granted, yeah?
Kirishima on the other hand leans more on the protective side of things. He’s younger than Bakugou, more on the naïve side of things and much more at the whims of his instincts. I think he’d honestly mate with the first little thing he comes across, unable to hold back and be patient at all. He’s a bit of a romantic at heart, in a terrifying, he’ll eat and swallow whoever you’re with whole when he sees you way. He wants nothing more than a happy loving mate, round and heavy with his eggs waiting for him when he comes back to his nest. He wants to protect and provide and snuggle with his cute little mate!
He’s brutal, eating and killing anything that comes close to you, and then immediately turning around and crooning and loving on you, rubbing up against you like a dog, his face still coated with any remains of what, or rather who, he just ate. (Lucky for you he prefers to swallow his prey whole…watching him gag up and spit out the bones that he cant digest isn’t a pleasant sight though.) Endlessly doting and so…incredibly suffocating. There will always be a hand, or head, or tail, or something pressed, wrapped, or snuggling against you. Half the time you feel like a living teddy bear as he cuddles and nuzzles you non stop, curling up in his nest and holding you close to his chest, face buried in your hair. The only time he tears himself from your side is to go hunting, and even then when he comes back you are scooped up and squished in his arms until he calms down again, extremely distressed from being separated from you.
He is obsessed with being a good mate for you, protecting, providing, and spoiling his partner. He’ll be traditional, hunting down larger pray than necessary just to impress you. Happily puffing his chest out when he dumps a bunch of hay and leaves into the nest, telling you that he knows humans cant sleep on hard rock comfortably, and so this will be more comfy! (Not that it does much, with how close he insists on being when cuddling, you practically sleep on him instead. Trapped against his firm chest as arms wrap tightly around you). Now this isn’t common behavior for nagas, but he’ll also bring you pretty little trinkets that he finds, gems or geodes he finds in his cave, pretty jewelry he steals from humans, rocks that he really likes and wants to share with you. Reacting positively to these gifts, maybe even making a small little pile for them in the nest will put him over the moon. He becomes so gushy and loving towards you for it you can get away with nearly anything after that.
Unlike Bakugou’s nest which is out in the open, daring any threat to even try and come close to his mate, Kiri hides you away. His nest will be hidden away in a maze like cave (He carved it out himself by hand! Something he very proudly tells you when the two of you can finally converse without you screaming or him fucking you silly). He never leaves your side, determined to protect and love you, but even in the moments he does, escape is hopeless. Even after crawling up the sides of the deep pit carved out of solid rock (you really don’t want to think how strong his claws are to carve out solid stone and made such deep grooves in the sides) you’ll be left wondering and aimless maze, impossible to not get lost or even get near the exit before Kirishima is back, rushing your side and picking you up into his arms in a panic. Naturally, being the innocent thing he is he assumes you missed him and went searching for him instead of trying to escape, but now you’re trapped in an even tighter hold under an even tighter watch as he tries “to make it up to you”.
With Kirishima you have a small chance, though. If you are loving and gentle enough to him, and you ask him so sweetly if you can get out of the cave just for a little bit! Promise! He may take you to a nearby river to play in the water, or a hotspring to soak together. Once you really have him wrapped around your finger you might be able to convince him to go on daily walks (slithers?) with him, only if you look sad and pout up at him enough, insisting that the cave is too dark and scary and you miss the sun. He’ll feel so bad he just might sunbathe with you outside for awhile too.
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what is this hakoda zuko arranged marriage you speak of? i am intrigued
okay so the long story short is that it’s a slight rebuttal of a popular post that is very fun but i find like... unrealistic in a really intriguing way like, how would this ACTUALLY play out. I’ve talked about it at length in my server a few times, and it’s one of those AU’s -- like the genderbend zukka ATLA rewrite or the zukki fic that starts with sokka failing to assassinate zuko -- that lives rent free in my head and I’ve written a couple thousand words for.
tw for like VERY unrequited zuko in love with hakoda and the inherent comedy of sokka being in love with his fire nation stepmom.
so here’s hakoda, chief of the southern water tribe, happily not-married to Bato. and here is a more balanced war, where the north and the south are actually allies, rather than whatever the fuck they were in ATLA. Yue already has a fiance and the Northern chief refuses to remarry. that leaves hakoda responsible for biting the bullet and doing a political marriage even though, as he points out at length, he is an elected official and if he stops being elected it’s no longer a marriage with the chief of the south pole. intelligently but mostly selfishly motivated (yue’s fiance is his nephew, after all) pakku points out that its not like the fire nation knows... that. the fire nation is dumb. ozai’s stupid.
faced with such inarguable points hakoda stiffens his upper lip, pre-emptively ends things with bato on the understanding that if this is another kya situation they’ll get back together and that he’s still the most important person to him but the tribe comes first yada yada, and deals with katara throwing the mother of all tantrums. it is slightly softened by the fact that in return for him marrying the fire nation noble, a thing everyone can agree isn’t traditional, the north has finally agreed to train katara. she heads out before the wedding, in protest but also so as to not cause an international incident.
(on her way, she’ll find aang. with the war less dire, katara will be sympathetic towards his desire to live without committing violence, even if she deeply can’t relate. they’ll have a hot girl romcom summer of self discovery and coming to terms with the dichotomy between duty and love as they become master benders. at some point they pick up toph. they ARE a throuple.)
sokka meanwhile is like.. not cool with it.. but ? kind of relieved? like. he’s the eldest kid. he’s 18, and he’s been a man of the tribe as far as legalities for several years. it would have been entirely understandable if his dad had asked HIM to do it. he had his emotionally crushing romance with yue, and as much as he was like ‘im kind of a prince’, he finds he doesn’t actually want some of the responsibilities and demands that would bring. yue’s life sucks.
back in the fire nation, zuko never demanded a quest and never went on it. he’s spent years hardening into something that, while brittle, can survive the pressures of the court around him. he still has his scar. he still wants his father to love him, but he knows by now that it’s not something he’s capable of earning. he watches his sister, never the most stable person, start to have complete breakdowns of sanity once she hits puberty, and helps her cover for it and receive medical treatment on the down low. he’s the heir, but he lives knowing that if he was ever in a position to inherit his choices are to abdicate or have the baby sister who he raised kill him and destroy herself and the country in the process.
when he realizes the plan is to marry azula off rather than someone more reasonable-- mai is RIGHT there, for fucks sake-- he doesn’t realize ozai’s true intent is to fuck this up through malicious compliance and false shows of good faith. he panics, and does the zuko thing: he blurts out that this is unacceptable and immoral and she’s only 16 and Ozai sees the true opportunity for two birds with one stone. send zuko, let him piss someone off so badly he gets killed or divorced, and he gets rid of zuko from the line of succession permanently. there are those who are incredibly attached to teh idea of a firstborn for firelord, and it’s been a constant thorn in unpopular ozai’s side to nto be able to name azula his heir apparent without costly rebellion. but if he can taint him in the mind of the fire nation so much that birthright is easy to supercede-- yeah. this’ll work PERFECTLY.
so zuko is sent to marry hakoda, chief of the water tribe.
literally NO ONE was expecting it to be a member of Ozai’s immediate family. besides the fact that his oldest child is half hakoda’s age and his brother has 20 years on hakoda, it would have been sus as fuck - the treaty is not favorable enough to grant that kind of secession of interests. it becomes quickly apparent that this young man -- hakoda reminds himself of that repeatedly. not kid. not kid. young man. don’t think of him like a kid, it’s hard enough on both of us already. -- is not a horrible threat. he’s scared shitless and shakes with what he thinks is bravado. he’s desperate to make the marriage work. he’s desperate to not go home. he’s got a giant fucking scar on his face from where the fire lord punished him for some grievous but unstated offense.
zuko “daddy issues” fire nation sees his husband to be and, despite being scared shitless, immediately begins to soften a little. like... he’s not nearly as scary as he thought he’d be. his face can be stern, but it just as easily breaks into huge smiles, and his eyes are crinkled with laughter. he’s incredibly handsome. and his biceps are. his biceps. are. his hands are...
like. zuko thinks. okay. maybe. maybe his marriage duties. won’t be so horrible as he thought. maybe he’s ready for this. and he knows what to expect, Uncle had discreetly provided him the means and the contacts to acquire an intimate education in the whirlwind of activity that was the two months before leaving. and like, once he’d gotten past the nerves, it was often even... good? or at least... not bad? he thinks that even if hakoda isn’t a professional expert, he has a certain.... je ne sais quoi, if you will.
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sokka sees his new stepfather and immediately falls in love because he’s that kind of dumb bitch. (the core of this au is that i cant breathe thinking about sokka falling in love with his hot young stepmom his age who his dad doesnt even want to fuck. like. i CANT. sokka masturbates to ‘hand caught in the washing tub’ fantasies which are even more absurd for requiring zuko to be DOING LAUNDRY. i find it so funny.)
bato watches them at the wedding feast while hakoda is very clearly trying to treat zuko as an Equal Adult Partner and mostly managing to seem like someone having a serious conversation with a seven year old about the game they’ve made up. zuko is clearly enamored with it, soaking up the attention, blushing and doing his best to Bravely Flirt, which at one point includes awkwardly attempting to feed Hakoda by hand. bato has to excuse himself to have a teary eyed giggle, hoping that Kya is in the spirit world looking down and laughing with him. he can’t resent the kid even a little bit, when hakoda is sitting there looking so incredibly fucking befuddled as to what he’s supposed to do with this star struck infant he’s legally wed to
anyways all of this... is very funny. their wedding night... is less so. zuko does not take the rejection from hakoda very well, especially because he’d been caught wanting. HE’S the one who should be rejecting hakoda. and he catastrophizes almost immediately about his potential value to the water tribe, his future treatment, that endless inescapable freezing cold loneliness is the good ending for him here... hakoda, meanwhile, drops zuko off at his home, reassuringly informs him that there’s NOTHING else expected of him and he will be well taken care of, and books it to bato’s. bato refuses to let him in on grounds of ‘you can’t sleep under the same shelter as me on your wedding night to that kid, have a fucking brain’, and he ends up crashing at sokka’s.
sokka, who had KNOWN that his dad wouldnt, but also upon seeing zuko and zuko’s awkward flirting was like... but how COULDNT he???? sokka is relieved.
the core of this fic is that i find it endlessly hilarious for zuko to try and seduce his husband while sokka simps around zuko and bato tries to be heartbroken or betrayed but mostly ends up with a giant case of hysterical schadenfreude. but the thing that CLINCHED it for me, like THE scene. several years after being married, settled into their life. they’re partners and they see each other as people. and zuko just fucking snaps one night
he just kisses him, desperate and clawing and climbing and maybe a little drunk. he knows hakoda is going to push him away, maybe even hit him, but he doesn’t care anymore, he doesn’t care. he can do anything he wants to him as long as he just-- finally does something. zuko is 21 and married to the surface of the sun and the surface of the sun jr is his best friend and clearly in love with him-- so clearly not even zuko can miss it-- and like. listen. listen. zuko is not a patient person. but he’s been patient for this. he waited and he matured and he is a fucking amazing husband and he wants this, he wants him. he wants to be wanted.
but hakoda doesn’t push him away. hakoda doesnt yell at him, or hit him. hakoda gentles the kiss into something soft and closed lipped. he pulls away slowly, and his eyes are so sad for zuko, so pitying. he strokes his cheek with the back of his hand so gently. he says, I’m sorry. I don’t want you.
and zuko daddy issues fire nation swallows
and he nods
and he leaves, even though its his own fucking house
and he knows he’s never going to be good enough
like FUUUCK i am OBSESSED WITH THAT
#long post#lmao i am NOT fucking main tagging this#op#asked and answered#i just want zuko to fall in love with hakoda and for hakoda to gently reject him#noncommittalhum
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I love, love, love you ❤️ I was hoping I could request where the main character begs for Yandere Light to let her get a doggo bc she’s so lonely since he made her quit a job. Like full on having a full ass fit. I’m talking full blown brat shit. Just how he would react and what she would have to do to convince him if you catch that drift 😏😉
yeah, i know what i said in my last post. whatever. never believe anything that comes out of my stupid mouth i am the single biggest sob in the universe.
um… i took this in a… direction to say the least. someone has to stop me from riding suck n’ ride smut bc… it always goes like this.
next light smut there is going to be ass-eating or i swear to god my name isn’t kerry literally all im thinking about is giving him a rimjob. really. this is where we are at folks.
warnings: smut, face fucking (oops), dick sucking, sex, rough sex. he not happy boi
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All you did was watch dog videos anymore. Of course, you watched them because you literally had little else to do during the day, but you just… happened to be more open about it when Light came through the door. Did it have anything to do with the fact you’ve been thinking about getting a furry friend to keep you company from the silence of an empty house and the dark recesses of your mind?
No, of course not. It had nothing at all to do with it, and it certainly had nothing to do with the fact that if you ask him directly, he would say no before any more words could breach the air. You would have to be creative, because when Light said “no,” there was no more argument, and you wanted this argument.
“A Pug. Wow. Beautiful.”
“Look, it’s a—it’s a Corgi. Oh my—wow. That’s amazing.”
You’d play around with different sizes.
“This Mastiff? This gentle giant? Can do nothing wrong.”
“This Bichon matches with the snow!”
And you’d talk about listings you just happened to see online from the local shelters.
“This one—wow. All of her shots. She looks so nice. Oh, and potty trained! What a girl. Damn.”
“He’s sitting down—oh a paw. I see a paw. Can he do the other paw? Oh, yes he can. Also has all his shots. Wonderful.”
Considering the man you lived with, you were pretty positive that he figured out your intentions day one or day two max. It’s been about a week since you’ve been… outgoing in your interest. At this point, it was a game as to who would break first. You bet he was waiting for you to get annoyed with his ignoring of anything you said related to the subject with how blatant he was with shirking you off, forcing you to simply ask.
You weren’t going to make it so easy on him. Though he happened to be the king of hiding his emotions, you knew you had to be getting to him. Light would never admit it, and he would certainly never show it. He wanted to keep that satisfaction as far away from you as possible.
So, you turned up the heat.
Before, you would break off the dog topic after a time, wanting to etch it in your daily schedule only bits at a time. Now? It’s the only thing you talk about, no matter the actual subject at hand.
“There’s another event we have to—.”
“The animal shelter is having an event in the park next week for adoptions.”
“I’m going to have to go for groceries soon.”
“Look at this weenie dog dressed in a weenie costume.”
“I—.”
“Doggo cute.”
It was only a matter of time until—.
“This French Bulldog is—.”
“Y/N.” His voice was clear, demanding. Even after all this time, like a teacher scolding elementary students, it immediately brought you to silence. You sat on your shared bed, legs crossed, as he leered down at you from the bathroom. “I would say it was cute at first, but you know it’s a waste of time to try asking anything indirectly. As if I would succumb to your manipulation, but I let you carry on. You would get bored. You would stop and think and realize that it was pointless to keep it up, but you persisted. I thought to myself maybe you were just trying to see if I would crack and give you the satisfaction of indulging in your antics, and I was right.
“It begs the question. Why didn’t you just ask directly? Easy. Because I would say no, and you would be correct. To allow something else besides me your devotion? Not likely. But what? Did you think showing me videos of Shibu Inus and Pomeranians would make me want one first? You have the logic of a six-year-old, Y/N,” Light began to unbutton his shirt, “Did you honestly think it would work? Or did you simply want to get a rise out of me?” He removed the shirt entirely, then lifted his undershirt over his head just as easily. Light tossed the fabric into the hamper, leaving a pale, lithe abdomen on display. He turned to fully face you and took two easy steps forward. “Why would you want one in the first place? Have I not given my fiancée enough attention recently? Is this your way of getting back at me, hm?”
You were almost at an even height to his belt buckle, but you did your best to ignore that as his eyes demanded attention upwards. His gaze was near malicious, but not quite so. Ah. Lascivious. That’s what they were. You swallowed the knot out of your throat.
“Y-you wish.”
“Your hesitation is very resounding. Then, if you’re so sure, indulge me. Don’t tell me you wanted a distraction from your loving husband-to-be. I know you didn’t want something else to focus on besides me when I’m away at work, so tell me. Tell me why you desired a filthy, shedding ball of fur. Your answer may earn you some mercy.”
You unfolded your legs from underneath you as your foot began to numb under the weight of your leg. Your hands glided back and forth on your thighs. Was there a point in lying? No, scratch that. Was there a point in lying to someone who already knew the truth? Well, his own truth that Light would undoubtedly make yours. There was little purpose in making it worse on yourself.
“No, you’re—uh—right.” Light set his hands on his hips.
“Oh?”
“Yeah, I’m just… lonely when you’re at work. So… yeah.” You risked a peek upwards. Oh, geez the smirk on that fucker. “I’m sorry.” His arms rose from his hips to cross over his chest.
“For?”
“Huh?”
“What are you sorry for? Annoying me for days with your drivel? Wanting a mutt? Lying?” You furrowed your brows. “Oh, that one confused you, hm? Alright, well, if you won’t admit it, I can do it for you. Lonely-“ he scoffed- “You can’t be serious. Such a blatant lie from your lips. The second time you are insulting my intelligence. I’ll ask one more time. Where does your motivation lie?”
“I’m not lying!” You hissed, jumping off the mattress to stand. “What—just what am I supposed to do all day cooped up in this place like a goddamned prisoner? Clean? The place is clean. Cook? As if you’d even let me try. Watch TV? My brain is rotting. You don’t even let me help kids with math anymore online. Just what am I to do? Next thing I may just throw myself out the window—,” Hands gripped your shoulders, causing a slight pain at the intensity.
“You think I’d let you? I expect you to stay here and be good and thankful that you are where you are. I, just as much as you, know—knew women who died to be in your shoes, and you’re ungrateful to be alive and safe? You want more?” You tried to shrug out of his grip, and he allowed you to take the steps away from him.
“I’m asking to be a human being, for fuck’s sake! I’m going to sit here and go crazy. Isn’t it enough that I don’t fuck with the rules anymore? I’m quiet. I don’t say anything. I put every façade you ask me to. All I want is something for me! Something to distract me from literally going insane here! To distract me from everything.”
Light’s eyes sometimes spoke more truth than his mouth ever could. Right about now, the browns were all-consuming, aflame with ire, but his lips were upturned in a challenge.
“A distraction. Caught in a lie, Y/N. Bad form, even for you. After all this time, you still can’t face reality, dearest. I knew you’ve been pitting your mind in some gutter you call the truth. Makes this all easier to accept, but to go to the physical extent? I won’t allow it, and you won’t be able to recess your mind for long, so enjoy that pleasure while you can.” He paused, countenance recessing to something more composed. “You love me, don’t you, Y/N?”
“Yes.” There was no hesitation, no lie in that affirmation. It was the easiest of his questions to answer. “I love you.” Light inhaled deeply, chest flexing with the exhale.
“With love comes compromise, correct?” You responded with a glare. His tone was all too insinuating. “So, let’s compromise, yes? I hate arguing with you.” He reached an arm out, hand open. Your eyes glanced between the extended limb and his eyes before cautiously taking it. His hand squeezed and pulled you in tight. Light twisted and adjusted you so when he fell onto the bed, you landed comfortably on his lap. Releasing your hand, he brought his own up to gingerly glide his fingers across your cheek, a trail of bumps in its wake as it curled into your locks. Almost like a lover. Almost.
His fingers seized the strands and pulled, forcing your head back and opening your neck for his mouth to latch. “Then compromise, dearest. Prove to me what you think you deserve.” He spoke against your skin, open-mouth kisses with a hint of teeth between his words. “And I’ll make judgement.” His hand let go of your hair and traced to the back of your skull to slant your lips onto his impatient ones. The other wrapped itself to pull your body closer until he pushed you off with an unexpected force, almost knocking you to the ground.
From the unbalanced position, you watched him adjust his position to lie in the center of the bed, head angled to watch you from the pillows with both his hands as another cushion for his crown. Light smirked, watching you stand straight. “Well, go on. Compromise.”
Light was never on the bottom. It was non-negotiable. Being anything else was utterly unacceptable for a god. This situation, despite the physical placement of both bodies, was no different. You may be the one crawling on top of him, fiddling with his belt buckle, but he had every bit of this situation in his control. Under his watchful gaze, you removed the strip of leather and threw it across the room.
“You’re going to have to help me here,” you muttered after undoing the fly. Wordlessly, he obliged, allowing you to slip the trousers off of his person. You glanced at his feet. Thank god he took his shoes off already, so he only lied in his boxers.
No, you would never be accustomed to this.
“You always look like it’s your first time,” he remarked. “As if you haven’t seen my cock before. From my recollection, you should be quite familiar with it by now.” You inhaled sharply. “Unless you don’t want to compro—.”
“Shut up,” you hissed, crawling to straddle his legs. “Just be quiet,” you said more quietly. You reached out to rub the only half-erect cock through the fabric. Only small groans were elicited above you. Light was not a noisy one, to say the least. It took your first, painful, terrible experience of deep-throating to even get him to moan fully.
“Do you think teasing is going to get you anywhere?” His voice is always composed during sex, and it really was alarming because… you really couldn’t relate. You glowered, fingers digging under the waistband and pulling. He helped again, lifting so you can get the fabric off. “If you think you’re doing anything fully clothed, I should take a cold shower.”
You made quick work of taking the layers of comfort clothes you had on, off. “You really know how to put on a show,” he deadpanned.
“Shut. Up.” You returned to your position, seeing his cock now fully erect from your previous work. You were sure you were wet, but you ignored it as best you could. You had a feeling you would not be serviced tonight. Before you can even lean down, he spoke again.
“Beg for it. Beg for the honor of sucking my cock. Convince me you deserve it if you believe you are so entitled.” There was not a single physical restriction to keep you from taking it into your mouth, but his words were powerful enough to keep you still. Light was daring you to try and misbehave, and you really couldn’t help the physical reaction his words always do to you.
“Please—,”
“Pathetic. I can have any girl in my bed. I can stick my cock in any person interested, and here you are, an ungrateful brat who wants more. You’re making quite an unremarkable argument for yourself. Perhaps I will take away—.”
“Please, Light. Allow me the honor of sucking your cock, of you fucking my throat. I want the privilege of swallowing your seed. Fuck—please. I’ll do anything.” You leaned down close, but not touching anything. You only lifted your eyes up to his. “Please. I know I’ve been bad. Please, let me make up for it.”
Your words in bed were always forced. He knew you hated dirty talk as much as you did, therefore he always made you speak, always made you confess how much you craved him, wanted him, and whenever you spoke it was hardly ever in lies. Your embarrassment was too prominent in your body language to tell him otherwise.
“Go on, then. Show me.” You licked up his length first, then around the head and back down. “Teasing will get you nowhere,” he repeated. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and took him in, inch by inch. Light was incredibly average despite his ego. It wasn’t impossible to fit the entire length into your mouth with slow adjustment, but that didn’t mean it was fun. You would continue to work his length, getting more and less intense with your pressure and the speed your head bobbed. Still, there was little reaction from him, not there really never was any mind the grunts you could make out. Your inclinations to keep going, and you did until you pulled back.
“How’s—,” His hand was at the back of your head immediately, forcing your head back down, pushing his cock down your throat, pushing until you could feel his balls against your chin. No hair. He was pristine down there. You convulsed, gagged, choked, but he did not release his grip. Hand keeping its hold, he dragged your head up just a hair enough to thrust upwards. Water began to pool at the waterline of your eyes. You had to relax your throat, or this was going to be just worse.
But it was hard, so hard at the pace he was thrusting at. You squeezed your eyes shut and took it the best you can. Listening to his quiet grunts and groans, you forced your lips to continue covering your teeth, but you could not force your throat to loosen. Drool pooled at both sides of your mouth, carelessly falling into both him and the sheets along with the liquid of your tears.
“Your throat is so fucking tight. That’s it. Choke on my cock. This is what your dirty mouth deserves.” Your limited experience could be to blame for its restricting. That, or the selfishness of the man whose grip on your hair tightened even more right before he allowed you to breathe once more.
And breath you did. Gasping, reeling for air as drool continued to leak down. From beneath your hair, you looked at Light, his eyes wild and alive with lust. Small heaves from his smiling mouth mixed with your wet and heavy ones. “Do you think you deserved that, dearest?” You finally wiped your mouth and shook the spit from your arm. “You’re lucky I am so generous. Come. For doing such a decent job.” His hands patted his hips. Swollen eyes met his. “Ride me, before I change my mind and fuck you into the mattress.”
Regaining some semblance of control, you moved to straddle his length. “Oh, your pussy is glistening. Did me fucking your throat really do that much to you? You loved to be controlled, don’t you?” You did not answer, shaky hands guiding his cock so you can sink onto it. You groaned at the feeling. “Tell me how good it makes you feel. How only I can make you feel like this.” You bit your lip, sinking down another inch or so.
“God, Light. Your cock feels so good. Only yours can make me feel like this. No one—no man, no woman, no person—can make me feel anything—like—this—fuck!” You sunk down to the hilt before you lifted yourself again, easing yourself up and down his length. “It’s so good—so good.” Light allowed you more time but decided your gentle pace was not enough to soothe him. He roughly grabbed you and flipped your positions.
“Too slow, Y/N. What did I say about teasing?” He brought his hips back and then snapped them into yours. You screamed, and you wondered if the neighbors would call again, but his pace did not relent.
“Light—please. It’s too—too much! It’s too fast. I can’t…” He smiled, a wicked grin over you.
“And you won’t. Don’t you dare think about cumming. I decided you don’t deserve it. This is your compromise. You get to live, marry, and get fucked by me, and only by me, and I will only have eyes for you. You’ll never feel like you need a… distraction again.” You clenched your teeth and pushed your head farther into the pillows. “I feel you clenching onto me. Don’t you dare think about disobeying me.” His thrusts were even, balanced.
“Please, please, please let me cum. It feels too good. You feel too good. I’ll do anything.”
“Then don’t cum.” You threw your hands back and gripped the headboard, feeling it rock in rhythm to his thrusts. They were beginning to become, sloppy, wild, he was close while you were holding back for dear life. “Y/N. You are mine and mine alone. Your body. Your actions. Your mind. I am the only thing you are allowed to think about.” With one final push, his seed released, filling and coating your insides. He rode it out, making sure every drop stayed. He hated to have to wash the sheets after, though your drool stains remained.
Pulling out, he retreated and stood, ignoring your writing, unfulfilled form. “Come. You aren’t going to sleep like—get those hands away from there. Let’s get you clean before you ruin the sheets even more.” Like before, he extended his hand to your heaving form. “Alright, alright, I’ll take care of you, but you need to get cleaned up first.” An unstable hand fit into his own. His gently pulled you to stand and allowed you to lean your weight onto his.
Hot water cascaded down your body. Though Light effortlessly scrubbed washed his hair, you could not bring yourself to match his speed, and by the time he was already done, you hadn’t even washed your body yet. You heard an incomprehensible mutter amidst the running water as he left you alone. He was washing his face as you finally emerged, wrapped in your towel. No romance tonight, you figured. Not that it was any different than any other night. You followed, brushing your teeth, washing your face, and taking your pills while he huddled in bed.
You could only dream of romance anymore. Getting your pajamas on, you approached the empty side of the bed. Before you could get on, Light shifted, opening his arms and staring at you expectantly. You froze. Did… did he want…? “Well, come on.” Ah. Was this supposed to be the ‘I’ll take care of you,’ he mentioned earlier? You supposed he would never wash you in the shower, so this would have to be it. You swallowed and fell into them, feeling his arm wrap you close to him so you lied nearly on your stomach, face buried in the crook between his neck and shoulders. His arm lied around your neck, the other near your elbow on the arm that sprawled on his chest. Oh, hello? What is this?
Ah. This is the quote-on-quote, attention he promised as a fiancé. His eyes remained closed as you stared. How forced was this? You wondered if he hated it, if he saw it was succumbing to your wishes, but it was unlikely. Perhaps it was him showing the physical love outside of sex that you lacked thinking it would keep you from having another outburst as you did before. Him keeping his side of the compromise so you would keep yours.
You allowed yourself to close your eyes before you thought too hard about his actions. The more you thought about it, the more—and less—real it all became, but if he was offering more conventional couple things: cuddling, dates, attention, you would not pose another argument.
“So, no dog?” you whispered.
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Chapter 46: Witchcraft Sacrifice (XV)
After meeting Lu Youxin, Qi Leren's luck seemed to be a little better. At least they didn't meet the dead again the whole way. Although Aisha was very bothered about Lu Youxin's enthusiasm, she also knew that she couldn't offend her and had to endure this harassment from the same sex.
This underground palace was very large. After walking for a long time, Qi Leren finally felt that the terrain was a bit familiar. Recalling the map, he turned to Lu Youxin and said: "There should be a big palace in the center of the underground palace. Want to see it?"
Lu Youxin was busy courting Aisha and bragging about her adventures of fighting ghouls in the sewers of abandoned cities. When she heard Qi Leren’s words, she casually said, "OK, then let’s go and have a look."
After that, she suddenly remembered something and gave him a suspicious look: "There seems to be no place in the map I showed you? You later unsealed a sealed tower?"
It turned out that she was quite perceptive, and Qi Leren explained: "Well, I was lucky and later found another one."
"Heh, you really knew the location of the sealed tower. You dare to lie to me. It seems you ‘re tired of living." Liu Youxin gave a fake smile, tone eerie.
“……”
"But it doesn't matter, the main highlight is still here. Ah, I feel a little excited when I think of being in the same room as so many girls." Lu Youxin laughed, as if she hadn’t just been threatening him.
Lu Youxin's excitement turned into horror after entering the palace. The huge underground house was surrounded by underground rivers, with grotesque humanoid statues and coffins, and several people had arrived above the layers of stone steps.
Qi Leren saw a familiar figure from a distance and excitedly went forward: "Godd ... Ning Zhou!"
His goddess was leaning against a giant statue with crossed arms. She nodded at Qi Leren, but when she saw Lu Youxin, she frowned involuntarily.
Lu Youxin suddenly ran all the way to Ning Zhou and looked at her for a while. She asked like a ghost: "Ning Zhou?"
Qi Leren suddenly swore internally, it’s here, it’s here. This crazy girl won't have a crush on his goddess, will she?! His goddess's chastity is in danger! No, no, no, he will defend his goddess's chastity to the death! Keep his goddess away from abnormal harassment!
Before Qi Leren could make a sound, Lu Youxin suddenly burst into laughter: "Hahahahaha Ning Zhou, you..."
"Get out." Cold-faced, Ning Zhou suddenly opened her mouth, the deep but gentle and lovely feminine voice full of murderous intent.
Qi Leren was dumbfounded: the goddess spoke, but the goddess could speak! Goddess, you have a beautiful voice! Eh, why did Lu Youxin really scram?!
Liu Youxin, who rolled down the stairs with all her heart, stabilized her body in a terrible posture and climbed up from the ground while holding her waist, teeth gritted: "Okay, I'll shut up. Can we not use that trick? Otherwise, if you shout to get naked, won't I walk around naked? Hey, this is a good move. Can you sell me this card?”
Lu Youxin suddenly thought of a wonderful usage and cheerfully asked.
Ning Zhou coldly swept her one eye over her and didn't speak again.
Qi Leren was still shocked that the goddess could speak, until the little girl Ellie excitedly ran down the steps and threw herself into the arms of her sister Aisha: "Sister! It's great that you are all right! "
The two sisters met again in this dangerous place, and both shed tears.
[Players Qi Leren has completed the side task: find Aisha.]
[Reward: increase the survival days by 10 days, and draw a random lottery once.]
Qi Leren draws the lottery decisively. In this dangerous place, everything that can be drawn is good.
[This tooth is poisonous] This is a magical false tooth. If you bite it casually with it equipped, you can kill yourself immediately. You say it doesn’t have any fucking use? You can equip it into the enemy's mouth! You said you couldn't do it? Ha ha, you still blame me for not being able to do it yourself? Remaining use: 1/1.
"..." Qi Leren only felt that his throat was sweet, and now he finally knows why Dr. Lu can pick up cards anywhere. Some cards are truly useless! Taking great pains to think about it, at least this false tooth was still useful to him, as it could allow him to commit suicide when his body is bound. He can't think about what kind of breakdown others would have when they obtained this item…
Anyway, it doesn't occupy a card slot. Qi Leren simply stepped aside and put this thing on, and the denture stuck to his gums quite firmly. After loading, he couldn't help licking the denture deep in the alveolus with his tongue. He had the urge to take a bite... No, he had to hold back. If he didn't hold back, he would have to ascend to heaven.
When Qi Leren secretly installed the false tooth, he looked back and saw the goddess watching him silently.
This..... This scene is so embarrassing! Did the goddess see it?! Just now, he pushed his false tooth into his mouth. Does the goddess think he was picking his teeth secretly? Qi Leren was too shy to return to the goddess as if nothing had happened, so he went quietly to Ye Xia, who stood in front of the rock wall between the two statues and meditated quietly.
"When did you get here?" Qi Leren asked.
Ye Xia studied the totem on the stone wall. After hearing the question from Qi Leren, she said faintly: "One step ahead of you. Ning Zhou and Ellie had already arrived when I came."
"Do you also know Ning Zhou?" Qi Leren asked curiously.
Ye Xia shook her head. Qi Leren was disappointed. He thought he could inquire about the deeds of the goddess from her.
The topic couldn’t go any further. Qi Leren quietly observed for a while. Now there were six people who had arrived at this stone hall, including the Ellie-Aisha sisters, Lu Youxin, Ye Xia, Ning Zhou, and him. He doesn't know if anyone else will arrive here alive.
Just thinking that, a figure appeared outside the stone hall, with light steps and an enchanting figure. There was a rare beauty in her blood-stained sacrificial clothing. At the moment when she appeared, Ye Xia entered the ready-to-go state from her original careless pose of standing with a hand behind her, and looked coldly at the person who was getting closer and closer.
The new person smiled charmingly: "I’m late."
There is a delicate girl behind her, who seems to be an NPC, who has been standing far away and seems to be very afraid of them.
Ye Xia looked cold and called out her name: "Xie Wanwan, you’ve gotten a lot braver."
Xie Wanwan smiled: "Why? If you want to die with me now, it's not the time."
Qi Leren looked at the two girls who were at odds, and didn't know if he should interrupt. Instead, Lu Youxin made a bold mistake: "I said you don't have to be so aggressive now, do you? Hey, the new task conditions have come out, let's solve the immediate problems first. "
Qi Leren looked down the direction of Lu Youxin's finger, and the bloody words appeared on the stone walls filled with totems.
[The living witches gather together, and the dead witches are ready to go. ]
This string of bloody words appears at the top and center of the stone wall, and under the eyes of all, another bloody word slowly emerges on the left side of the stone wall: [Sleeping in rusty iron, burning my body with fire, nourishing the vegetation of hell with my blood; people who wake me up will be executed by hanging.]
It’s coming. Qi Leren's heart is still in the air, thinking about the meaning of these two hints.
The first sentence probably appeared after all of them arrived. There are eight of them now. Which means at the tower where the seal was unlocked in the previous step, only five people died there, four were sacrificed, and the other one should be a NPC eaten by giants. Everyone else survived, which is slightly different from what Qi Leren expected, because as far as his experience is concerned, the difficulty of the previous step is already very great.
It seems that there is something wrong with his luck value, Qi Leren thought sullenly.
Now that all eight survivors have arrived, according to the stone wall’s tip, the dead witch candidate can be triggered, and the second tip right now should be the location of one of the witches.
Sleeping in rusty iron? Is it an iron coffin? The flame burns her body, which may mean her death. The vegetation in hell should say that she can manipulate plants to kill the players who went to hunt her, or simply hang them with vegetation.
This should be a tough one.
"How about we go and find it together?" Qi Leren suggested.
Lu Youxin curled her lips and turned her eyes at him. Xie Wanwan sneered and asked: "Then, because of who sent themselves to death and the uneven distribution of stolen goods, we’ll immediately have a fallout?" You can't trust even your teammates completely, let alone a group of malicious opponents. Those who are confident will go by themselves. At least they won’t turn hostile for rewards afterwards.”
Then, she shrugged her shoulders and walked out of the stone hall along the stairs.
"So hot, I like it!" Lu Youxin touched her chin and looked at Xie Wanwan's back sternly.
Being interrupted by Lu Youxin, Qi Leren didn’t feel embarrassed. He coughed and whispered to Ning Zhou: "What are your plans?"
Ning Zhou looked at him quietly, then took his hand and led him to the gate of the temple.
Qi Leren, who was caught off guard by the goddess' initiative, only felt a burst of burning heat on his face, and was shocked for a while, and didn't wake up until he was pulled a few steps. Does the goddess mean to take him to fight the monsters together? Okay, okay, make a date!
But what about the rest? Qi Leren looked back, Ye Xia smiled and nodded to him, and Lu Youxin's expression was like seeing a ghost in broad daylight. She looked straight at the two people who left hand in hand for a while, looking like the sky was about to collapse and the end of the world was coming.
Why is she so surprised? Qi Leren just thought about it, and the sense of crisis suddenly surged up -- Lu Youxin doesn’t have a crush on his goddess, does she!
No, he won't give Goddess Ning Zhou to a lesbian when he dies! Especially a fickle and crazy lesbian!
The Goddess must be his!
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PS: However, Lu Juju has seen through everything...
Terrified Lu Youxin: Oh my god. There are two gays acting like lesbians here! (What a great amount of information)
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Editor’s Notes: As with the previous, this chapter was co-edited by Miko!
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So, I'm kinda new to Cookie Run, so I don't know a whole lot about the characters inpirations and all that so I hope you don't mind me asking, but what's up with Milk Cookie's design? I've seen people say it's problematic but no explanation on why it is, and I just feel a little lost and dumb lol
It’s okay! You’re not dumb! I’m happy to explain. I’m going to put this under a readmore because there’s… a lot wrong with him and his design. I’ll put a summary before the readmore in case you don’t want details.
TL;DR: Milk Cookie’s appearance, being likely based on the Crusaders and having motifs similar to the Iron Cross used by the Nazis, is antisemitic. Milk Cookie talks down to people of color and also destroys their property without their consent, even if he does not mean it in a malicious way. All of his actions are played off as cute or a joke, which is racist because it makes a white man seem like he can’t be blamed for things he did which were legitimately wrong and meanwhile makes the people of color he harasses seem like the ones who did something wrong. His contrast with Purple Yam Cookie in his release update and the other Cookies he meets is also outright racist, even if not intentional.
Disclaimer: I’m not Jewish or a person of color, so my opinions on Milk Cookie’s design as it relates to how it’s antisemitic or his character as it relates to him being racist are not important. You should consult Jewish people and/or people of color for their own opinions on Milk Cookie above all else. The things I’m about to list out are what I’ve heard from Jewish Cookie Run fans, people of color who play Cookie Run, or other minority groups sympathetic to Jewish people who have expressed their concerns about Milk Cookie’s design.
His appearance:
Milk Cookie’s physical appearance is a major problem for many people because it brings up antisemitic imagery. He is likely based on a paladin from Dungeons and Dragons, since Purple Yam Cookie and Mala Sauce Cookie are also based on Dungeons and Dragons classes. Paladins draw their imagery from the Crusaders, which is an antisemitic group from European history that claimed their religion was a valid reason to murder and oppress Jewish and Muslim people. Milk Cookie not only looks like a Crusader, but religion is a major theme in his design. The crosses, white clothing, and the fact that he is associated with Milk Angel all imply this. His story also says he is on a “divine mission” to bring peace to all Cookies, but a religious mission like that sounds dangerously close to the mission of the Crusaders. The crosses on his shield and mace are, as I already stated, also very visually close to Iron Crosses.
While all of this was likely not intentional on Devsisters’ part, it still brings these kinds of associations to mind. This is why many Jewish people in particular are uncomfortable with Milk Cookie’s design and do not like to see him or talk about him. It does not help that he is always smiling and has rosy cheeks, as it makes him seem “cutesy” and “trustworthy” compared to a character like Purple Yam Cookie, who always scowls and has slashes on his face and chest.
His character and actions:
Milk Cookie’s character is racist in that it makes him, a white man, seem automatically more likable and good as a person than any person of color he meets by virtue of how the story portrays his actions and the people around him. From his debut, he has always been portrayed as a “kind”, “gentle” person who does nothing wrong. Even when he verbally and physically threatens Purple Yam Cookie despite Purple Yam Cookie not threatening him at all, he faces no repercussions for it. Later, he stalks Purple Yam Cookie even after Purple Yam Cookie tells him to leave him alone. Rather than being punished for this creepy behavior, he gets defended by Purple Yam Cookie from a giant Jellyworm and later stays at Purple Yam Cookie’s camp (once again, against Purple Yam Cookie’s will). Later, Purple Yam Cookie nearly falls into a volcano, and Milk Cookie saves him by grabbing onto his clothes. As he does so, however, he says demeaning things to Purple Yam Cookie. Rather than Purple Yam Cookie rightfully being allowed to be mad at Milk Cookie, the story portrays them as bonding afterward. It’s very awkward for a black man to suddenly forgive a white man for his creepy, condescending behavior just because he saved his life.
The Dino-Sour Cookie update included a scene where Milk Cookie told Purple Yam Cookie to mind his manners when speaking to Dino-Sour Cookie, which is very condescending. Purple Yam Cookie is an adult, so he should be allowed to do whatever he likes. A white man speaking over a black man and telling him to “watch his manners” is very textbook racist.
In the Mala Sauce Cookie update, Milk Cookie is once again portrayed as more “kind” than Purple Yam Cookie when he scolds Purple Yam Cookie for not offering to help Mala Sauce Cookie with her tribe’s issues. This is once again a case of Milk Cookie talking down to Purple Yam Cookie, as Purple Yam Cookie is implied to have just met Mala Sauce Cookie and therefore is not close enough with her to the point where he should want to undertake the big task of helping her. In addition, Purple Yam Cookie has his own goal which he wants to stick to, and as an adult, he has the right to want to pursue it before anything else. Milk Cookie’s condemnation of Purple Yam Cookie’s choice to focus on his own goal is just plain rude. Later, after the Dragon’s Valley Squad meets Pitaya Dragon Cookie and receives their advice on how to solve Mala Sauce Cookie’s problem, Milk Cookie once again calls Purple Yam Cookie selfish for wanting to continue his quest rather than stay with Mala Sauce Cookie. All-in-all, it’s a big mess.
In the Mango Cookie update, Milk Cookie suggests that he and Dino-Sour Cookie dig into Pineapple Mountain to try to find Ananas Dragon Cookie. Mango Cookie begs him not to do so, as it ruins the island’s landscape and enrages Ananas Dragon Cookie, but he starts digging without listening to Mango Cookie. When Mango Cookie asks what he’s doing, he ignores Mango Cookie’s obvious concern and says he’ll use his shield to defend them all from the Dragon when it arrives. Thus, Mango Cookie’s concern is played off as a joke. The defilement of the island, which is inhabited by Pacific Islanders, by a white man is extremely reminiscent of imperialism in real life, and it would likely make Pacific Islanders uncomfortable that it is played off as a funny story. Ananas Dragon Cookie’s rightful rage about the whole thing is played off as ridiculous too, which doesn’t make it any better.
Milk Cookie compared to those around him:
Every important Cookie Milk Cookie has come into contact with in the Dragon’s Valley story was not white, and almost all of them exhibits traits of racist stereotypes about non-white people that make Milk Cookie look more “perfect” and “likable”. The biggest victim of this is Purple Yam Cookie, but we’ll get to him in a moment.
Dino-Sour Cookie falls into the stereotype of being animalistic. He has sharp teeth and lives alongside dinosaurs, and he even seems to communicate with Jellysaur somehow. Attributing these kinds of characters to a man of color is a classic kind of racist stereotype which tries to make him seem more alike with animals than humans. Simply put, it is dehumanizing. People call Dino-Sour Cookie “feral” because of how he’s portrayed, and that’s… not good when you’re talking about a man of color.
Mala Sauce Cookie, who would likely be Chinese if she were human because mala sauce is a Chinese sauce, falls into a similar stereotype to Purple Yam Cookie. That is, her personality centers around combat. There is also the fact that she’s from a tribe, and her Costume contains motifs like animal skins and dangling golden jewelry which are typically racist when applied to people of color. Devsisters may have been intending for Mala Sauce Cookie to be Mongolian, based on her Costume and her living in a tribe, but that just makes her even more of a stereotype as she’s portrayed with Mongolian stereotypes (like the helmet in her Costume and living in a warrior tribe). Whether Mala Sauce Cookie is Chinese or Mongolian, she is still very obviously a woman of color, and so applying these stereotypes to her is… not good. (And we’re not even getting into how Cookie Run loves to make dark-skinned female Cookies more masculine than the ones with lighter skin, which is a racist stereotype that dehumanizes women of color and invalidates their right to be feminine if they so choose.)
Mango Cookie and Ananas Dragon Cookie both are portrayed as ridiculous for objecting to Milk Cookie’s destruction of the pineapple island, which makes them seem ignorant of “the greater good at hand” and selfish when they are simply trying to defend their home and their dignity.
Purple Yam Cookie has been with Milk Cookie since the beginning, and he is by far the biggest victim of the racism inherent in Milk Cookie’s character. He has always been juxtaposed to Milk Cookie. Even on the title screen for their release update, we see Purple Yam Cookie depicted as “rowdy” and violent, looking at the player with a smirk and wielding his mace, while Milk Cookie in that same screen is partially turned away from the viewer. He is smiling politely, and his mace is nowhere to be seen; we only see his shield. This contrast alone signifies how their different characters clash, and how Milk Cookie is supposed to seem more “likable” and “pure” than Purple Yam Cookie.
Purple Yam Cookie’s character is literally a racist caricature of black men. He is angry, violent, and loud - all the time. Even when he seemingly has no reason to be angry or violent, he shouts, complains about how angry he is, and acts in such a way that the player is supposed to see him as “selfish”. His trauma about the Oven is played off as a joke, claiming that it’s the reason why he’s always angry. The game treats his PTSD as a joke for the sake of making him a racist stereotype. His loading lines in-game are all either about fighting or being angry. He yells in most of his dialogue, emphasizing words that don’t even make sense, just for the sake of making him seem grumpy and rude. He even says things that don’t make sense at all just to keep the angry personality trait! If you equip his Champion of Valor Costume, he claims that “shiny colors” and “fancy clothes” make him angry, and his Costume description contains him yelling at people for complimenting him. He is also depicted with sharp teeth in some cutscenes, which is reminiscent of racist remarks made about black people by white people throughout history, calling them “animalistic” by nature. All of this taken together, combined with the fact that his Skill is all about destruction and that his whole character motive is to fight Dark Choco Cookie to reclaim his title as Champion, makes him into a character you are “supposed” to dislike and view as mean.
Contrast that with Milk Cookie. His dialogue in most cutscenes is polite. He gives encouragement to the player in his loading lines for his Costume. Most of his loading lines are also uplifting and encouraging. He has never been shown to be unnecessarily mad except for once, when he threatened Purple Yam Cookie after hearing he was planning to fight Dark Choco Cookie - and he was not punished for this or made to seem violent by the narrative! Milk Cookie’s backstory is about wanting to thank Dark Choco Cookie, not wanting to fight them. And the fact that he has sprites where he smiles and seems happy, whereas Purple Yam Cookie only ever smiles in canon when he’s being violent, just makes Milk Cookie seem more “pure” and “gentle” to the player. Devsisters likely did not make Milk Cookie and Purple Yam Cookie this way intentionally. It was likely the product of internalized racism, but even so, that doesn’t make it okay or make the racist elements insignificant.
There is probably a lot more I could talk about when it comes to why Milk Cookie as a character is problematic, but these should be enough details to get the gist of it. As I said before, you should consult Jewish people and people of color when it comes to this topic before anything else, but I hope this explanation clears things up.
#just gonna say this now#don't argue on this post#don't send me asks#I don't care#y'all need to be critical of media that you consume#I don't want to hear your apologism#just admit Devsis does racist shit#and let people feel uncomfortable if they need to!
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i wrote a thing?? it’s uhhhh almost three thousand words so you can read it on AO3 if you want. this is my first time properly sharing my writing, so i’m nervous, and i know i have a ton of room to improve. constructive criticism is always appreciated, but please don’t be rude!! in the very relatable words of our beloved alistair theirin, “i bruise easily.” (metaphorically so, this time)
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Thalia was used to feeling unwanted.
The moment the fire had left her fingertips, the life she had always known shattered. She had expected that, really. But she hadn’t expected the disgust in her father’s eyes when her magic became known. She hadn’t expected her mother to cower in fear of her nine-year-old daughter.
Even as her younger brother’s arms wrapped around her waist, the ache in her chest only became more painful. The lump in her throat grew. The tears in her eyes spilled over.
Her family was safe. Her little brother was safe. That should be all that mattered.
Yet she knew they didn’t feel safe. Not anymore. Not with her.
Her own family didn’t want her.
She was cast aside, struck from the Trevelyan records as much as public knowledge would allow.
“We can’t have a mage, of all things, tainting our house’s reputation,” Bann Trevelyan had said.
When the Templars arrived, Thalia felt almost relieved to finally leave her home.
Although, it wasn’t really her home anymore, was it?
With each step taken away from the Trevelyan estate, she could feel the invisible cord connecting her to the place become tighter and tighter until it was pulled taut. Until it snapped.
It felt like the broken pieces of the life she had just destroyed were cutting into her- nothing but sharp edges, draining everything.
Life in the Ostwick Circle felt almost like a dream to Thalia. Then, she was too young to know the horrors mages often faced. She only knew that she was finally learning how to properly control her magic. That there was a library filled with books waiting for her.
She was homesick for a while. There were many nights she fell asleep with tears soaking her pillow, mourning the life she had once had. The brothers she had had to leave behind. The parents whose love she had thought unconditional until she found the exception. Until she realized she was the exception.
Thalia paid little attention to the other apprentices, though not maliciously, or even intentionally. She was so wrapped up in learning everything she possibly could, that making friends was far from her mind.
The others misinterpreted her distance.
In their minds, she was being snobbish, and conceited, and thought she was better than them because she was nobility.
For years, Thalia was an outcast without even knowing it.
It wasn’t until her teenage years that she realized just how anti-social she had been. She was always polite and kind in the interactions she had with her peers, even though they were few and far between.
She made a point to actually attempt to make a friend.
That was when she finally noticed the whispers, and the pointing, and the laughs. When she tried to start a conversation with one of her fellow mages, they would sneer, and hastily end the exchange.
Thalia knew when she was unwanted.
Years later, everything had changed. The Circles were no more. There was a giant hole in the sky. And the key to the world’s salvation was on Thalia’s left hand, glowing a bright, sickly green.
The mage walked out of the Chantry, inhaling a deep breath of the fresh, crisp air she had been deprived of for fifteen years. She strolled leisurely towards the gates of Haven, taking in the sights of people bustling about in the snow.
She stepped outside of the village, her attention quickly drawn to golden hair and a deep scowl.
Maker, Thalia would never understand how the commander managed to look endearing while literally glaring at reports.
She was aware of the fact that he used to be a Templar, and she was also much more knowledgeable of what many mages unfairly faced throughout Thedas. Cullen had seemed wary of her at first. The man had seemed to warm up to her, though, after she had aided the refugees in the Hinterlands and used her healing abilities to help the soldiers.
Ever since she had first met Cullen on the battlefield, he had invaded her thoughts, taking up much more space in her mind than was appropriate. Foolish, she knows, to think of a man she met only a short time ago so often.
He was the commander though, and her the Herald of Andraste (or so many believed). She ought to get to know him better, considering the amount of time the two would be spending together for Maker-only-knows how long. At least until they sorted out this whole “end of the world” business.
However, as Thalia gathered up the courage to speak to the man (and rehearsed the entire conversation in her head), the stares and whispers caught her attention.
“The ‘Herald of Andraste’- a mage! Can you believe it?”
“I heard she’s supposed to be nobility, but was kicked out of her own damn family!”
“Does she even speak? I don’t think I’ve ever heard her say a word.”
“That’s probably because no one wants to get close enough to hold a conversation!”
Thalia turned on her heel and hastily retreated back into the village, back into her cabin.
Perhaps not everything had changed.
Skyhold felt like a new beginning.
It seemed as though Thalia had proven herself when she risked her life during the destruction of Haven.
In all honesty, she had been absolutely terrified. Like, shit-your-pants terrified.
She never, in a million years, would have thought that she would have to face down an ancient dark magister and his pet archdemon.
She was familiar with the prospect of risking herself to save others, though. She had experience in that area. The lives of those hundreds of villagers was worth far more than her own. If it took her death for them to live another day, then so be it.
The whispers and stares had lost their malice. Now it was mostly wonder, and even worship that filled the expressions of those she passed by.
It also felt like the beginning of something with her commander.
In the courtyard, he had promised to never let anything like Haven happen again. The poor man took the deaths of those lost as his own personal failure.
He had also said that he was glad she made it out. Specifically her. While the words themselves could be chalked up to his unwillingness to lose the Anchor or just another life in general, the expression on his face, and his awkwardness after the words left his mouth made Thalia think differently.
Then came his struggle with lyrium.
Thalia’s heart hurt to think of Cullen in pain- to think of everything he had had to experience in his past and the effect it had on him.
His strength through everything, and his ability to persevere only made her affection and respect for him grow stronger.
She had assured him that he was doing the right thing. That he could make it through.
Afterwards, when she had found him on the battlements, she couldn’t help but watch as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath in.
He seemed… at peace, if only for a moment. As if he had been able to lay down a burden he had been carrying on his shoulders for so long.
Each time Thalia thought she couldn’t possibly feel anymore for this man than she already did, he managed to prove her wrong.
Their chess game in Skyhold’s gardens only reinforced the small inkling in Thalia’s head of what if…?
What if her feelings weren’t unrequited? What if Cullen reciprocated?
“We should spend more time together,” Thalia risked saying.
“I would like that,” Cullen replied, his face seeming to light up at the idea.
Unable to form any other words, Thalia simply said, “Me too.”
His eyes were gentle, and a small smile graced his lips as the words left his mouth, “You said that.”
Thalia’s face burnt as he brought their attention back to chess. Her embarrassment was worth it to see him smile, though. Maker, what she would do to make him smile.
Not soon after that, the two began to have near nightly chess games, even going as far to have supper in Cullen’s office while they played.
It evolved into a routine for them. Eventually the chess board would lay forgotten- the pair too wrapped up in conversation and each other to pay attention to it.
The illusion Thalia had built for herself crumbled sooner than she had expected.
Of course, it was on a night when she was feeling particularly brave- particularly reckless.
At the war table meeting that morning, she had caught the commander staring at her. While Josephine was rambling about a very important noble visitor (Thalia couldn’t even remember who it was, now), she had glanced at the man (which she absolutely did not do every twenty seconds, thank you very much) and found his eyes already on her.
He quickly looked away, a blush coloring his cheeks.
She turned back to Josie, with a large smile that she couldn’t seem to hide, and attempted to force herself to pay attention to the words coming out of the woman’s mouth, but ultimately failed.
Later that day, the two had even found time to have lunch together.
Or, well, Thalia had arrived at his office with a report that could absolutely not be handled by anyone else (it may have had something to do with trebuchets, though Thalia didn’t know for sure, as she had barely glanced at it before snatching it from the messenger while they were distracted delivering the inquisitor's own reports), and demanded Cullen eat something after he had denied having breakfast, and initially refused to eat lunch, as well.
Although, he had given in rather easily to Thalia after she had offered to stay and eat with him.
Ultimately, these events motivated the inquisitor to do something she never would have expected from herself- confess.
That night, she had resolved to return to Cullen’s office after they had supper, when most of Skyhold’s inhabitants would be either asleep or shit-faced drunk at the Herald’s Rest.
She donned her favorite outfit- a long, flowy dress with transparent sleeves that lacked a shoulder, colored a light blue which Josie had said matched her eyes, and Thalia couldn’t remember the last time she had worn a dress. Not robes, but an actual dress. She pulled her long black hair over her shoulders, and took a deep breath as she descended the stairs into the main hall.
With each step the butterflies in her stomach became more intense, but at that moment Thalia had no doubt in her actions or what the result of them would be.
As she pushed open the door leading onto the walkway to Cullen’s office, she couldn’t help but smile.
To think that all it would take to move their relationship forward- to something they both wanted, she was sure- was just a little bit of courage.
She almost laughed. She probably would have, if her eyes hadn’t caught the figure leaving Cullen’s office through the door facing the tavern.
It was an elven woman, dressed in the inquisition’s scout armor- Thalia could tell by the shape of the silhouette.
The woman seemed to be… readjusting her clothes, and fixing her hair.
But why would she be delivering something to the commander so late at night? And why would she be so disheveled just from-
Oh.
Oh.
The smile dropped from the inquisitor’s face as the realization hit her.
Of course Cullen didn’t actually want me, she thought. It was ridiculous to even entertain the idea. He probably only dealt with you because you’re basically his boss.
The thought made her heart ache, and her eyes fill with tears.
Throughout her entire life, no one had wanted her.
Why would this be any different?
Why would he be any different?
How could she have believed that this strong, kind, selfless man could possibly have feelings for her- a mage disowned by her own family, with nothing but herself to offer him?
Foolish, really.
The ache in her chest only grew stronger as she made her way back to her quarters.
Thalia knew when she was unwanted.
She was used to it by now.
Thalia allowed herself only that night to mourn what she thought had been. Only one night to let the tears fall freely. There was still a world to save, after all.
Attempts to avoid the commander entirely were futile, considering their positions.
Though she had stopped her evening visits to his office, entirely convinced their friendship had been one-sided and in her head because why would he want to spend time with her that he could be spending with his lover?
When she caught him watching her, she chalked it up to be him double-checking her- making sure she was doing everything right because obviously, as the Herald of Andraste, she couldn’t make a single mistake. His small, almost shy smiles that always made her melt, were never meant to affect her in the way they did. When he went to check on her in her quarters after she was buried underneath a mountain of paperwork, making sure she ate, it was concern for their leader, not for her.
She had mistaken his tolerance for acceptance- for desire, even for the possibility of what could eventually be love.
But of course he would be with someone else. Of course, Thalia wouldn’t be enough because she had never even been kissed, for fuck’s sake. If no one else had wanted her in that way, why would he?
Soon, though, Cullen seemed… different. The circles under his eyes became darker as the days went by. His hand went to his temple- an attempt to ease a headache, Thalia knew- more often than ever before. The candle illuminating his office windows seemed to burn even longer into the night.
Eventually, concern for the man overpowered Thalia’s own shattered heart. If he didn’t want her there, then he could tell her so.
She went to his office at an ungodly hour in the morning, when she couldn’t sleep, and neither could he, it seemed.
Thalia knocked softly on Cullen’s door, and stepped into his office after hearing his quiet, gruff, “Come in.”
“Inquisitor!” he startled, abruptly standing up from behind his desk. “I thought… I thought you stopped coming.” His voice seemed small, and weak when the words left his mouth.
“Yes, well… I saw you had found someone else to spend your time with. I didn’t wish to impose,” Thalia replied, though with no malice, and not accusatory- she was just stating an observation. She ignored the confused furrow in his brow as she attempted to barrel on and get to the point- his well being, which was much more important. He didn’t allow her to do that, though, and stopped her before she could say anything else.
“Who… ? What are you talking about? I assure you, no one has taken your place. My eyes are only on you,” Cullen said, as if it was the most casual thing in the world, as if it wouldn’t make Thalia’s heart beat a thousand times faster because does he mean what I think he means?
His words seemed to catch up to him, as his signature, adorable blush appeared on his cheeks and his hand came up to rub the back of his neck. “Maker’s breath. That is… I mean…”
“What about the scout I saw leave your office? It was really late, and she seemed… a bit disheveled,” Thalia replied, deciding to put him out of his misery, and seek the answer she really needed if he truly did mean what he said.
The furrow between the commander’s brows reappeared, his lips set into a small pout as he tried to recall the scout she was asking about.
“Are you talking about… Maker, I didn’t know it looked like that. She had ran all the way here from the stables with an urgent message from the Hinterlands, then promptly tripped when she walked through my doorway.”
Thalia almost giggled, but didn’t when she realized it sounded like something that she, herself, would do, and that this meant her commander had no lover and might actually feel the same way about her.
However, “Oh…” was all that managed to leave her mouth.
The pair stood there in awkward silence, until-
“Did you really mean-”
“I really meant-”
They spoke at the same time, then met each other’s eyes as their faces burnt red, and smiles graced their lips.
“I did,” Cullen said softly, as he stepped out from behind his desk and stopped right in front of Thalia. “Do you…?”
“I do.” The words were breathy- she practically whispered them- but how was she supposed to form a coherent thought when he was so close and his eyes kept looking at her lips and Maker, he’s going to kiss me.
Their lips met, with one of Cullen’s hands on her cheek and his other on her waist. It was clumsy, and Thalia knew she was doing it wrong, but Maker, this is perfect.
When he made to pull away, Thalia pouted and reached up to pull him back to her.
He smiled against her mouth and let her.
Thalia already knew she would never be able to get enough of the man.
She knew, now, that she was wanted.
#cullen rutherford#commander cullen#cullen romance#cullen x inquisitor#female inquisitor#female mage inquisitor#female trevelyan#first kiss#pining#angst with a happy ending#not actually unrequited love#misunderstanding
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Der Tod Comparison, part 2
Continuation from the Part 1
These are just my own personal initial impressions of each actor playing this role and their interpretation.
At this point, it is almost all of them, no matter how obscure. Counting together with part 1, there are 48 in total. There are a few others that are missing from this list, but try as I might, I was unable find any recordings of them. If anyone knows of any footage with any other Tods, and would be willing to help me find it, I would be forever in your debt. Also, Toho, please release recording with Furukawa, this is killing me.
Masaaki Uchino - an eldritch abomination, somehow masquerading in a human form. Lots of poorly hidden tentacles. The angels are not merely creatures under his control, they are part of him.
Takeda Shinji - He is a pan who is just down to fuck. A magnificent and fabulous diva, and don’t you forget it. Life? Death? He doesn’t care about anything like that. He only cares about his (massive) dick. (Ok, no, he is very good, just, seriously, his posture in every scene he is in)
Tamaki Ryo - took me a while to get a hang of this Tod or to warm up to him, because the portrayal is fairly stoic (and the wig looks like like someone tripped and spilled radioactive paint on it, several times), but this is a collector of souls. Someone who may not necessarily care all that much about the person he is collecting in principle, but the need to have them is paramount, and for that precious second that is spent wanting and trying to acquire them, they are the most precious thing in the universe.
Thomas Borchert - video is of terrible quality, but I guess the closest thing would be a vampire. Mostly indifferent, but occasionally rather campy, with a peculiar oral fixation.
Paul Kribbe - The single least romantinc portrayal, not even a pretense of care, not even as a means to an end. This is a malicious scepter that is hanging over the imperial family specifically and nothing but.
Felix Martin - Another one of the more of the less personal Tods. Very few emotions, either positive or negative, just a minor annoyance. Nor is he quite as ephemeral as Uwe, for example. Keeps modulating the key, not sure I like that.
Jesper Tyden - So very gentle. Sincere in his offers of peace, of absolution to those who are his kindred souls, they are his precious companions and he wants only the best for them. So gentle.
Steven Seale - has rather angelic voice. Wants to be kind (to those that are worth his time), but because he is like a spring under tension, it is rather difficult for him to do.
Olegg Vynnyk - Manipulative bastard. He is pulling strings behind the scenes, every once in a while content with toying around with them in person, but this world is of his own design, everything unfolding exactly as he wishes.
Oliver Arno - He is tired, so very very tired. He loves humans, almost desperately, but how many times has he been through this? Unable to break this vicious cycle, he is in the hell of his own making, yearning, begging, but fundamentally knowing that all his efforts would be for naught.
Martin Markert - Master manipulator. Doesn’t care about anyone, moreso, holds them in contempt, they bore him, they are all just pawns to him. How overjoyed he is at setting them on the path of ruin that they cannot see yet - he is there only for the entertainment factor and nothing else.
Christoph Aphelbeck - Edward from Twilight, there watching you sleep. (Need to find a full version of this)
Mester Tamas - A natural showman. He is used to everyone hanging on his every word, on his every whim being satisfied by hordes of excited followers. Doesn’t quite get it why anyone wouldn’t want to be with him. Utterly uninvolved in anyone’s life, just passing by, but happy to get the credit and the blame. Constantly drunk.
Nemeth Attila - Um. Within 0.2 seconds of meeting Sisi, he imagined to himself an idyllic future with exactly 2.5 kids and a dog, and the moment reality started deviating from that perfect plan, he vowed vengeance onto her, setting out to systematically ruin her life and kill her kids. Creepiness factor is off the chart, and really makes me feel for Elisabeth in a way I haven’t really before. The most amazing thing about it is that somehow this portrayal is not more common.
Dolhai Attila - Terrifying. Grim reaper in the truest sense - just give him a scythe and a hood, and he is pretty much all the way there. Overdoing it a bit, though, there is nothing even remotely subtle about him.
Stanley Burleson - very tactile, the number of times he initiated physical contacts is rather on the high end for other Tods. Very quick to alternate between gentle and caring, and a controlling bastard. Kind of bad at his job.
Addo Kruinzinga - A spirit of death? No, this is a spirit of a cat. You are comfortable to lie on, so you’d best accept the full weight of this animal on your solar plexus, causing you excruciating pain. He’d bring you dead mice and dead leaves, looking at you incomprehensibly when you scold him, and pushes that vase on the floor without breaking the eye contact.
Ryu Jung Han - Very terrible quality of the recording, so hard to say, but he didn’t seem to be particularly romantic or gentle to anyone. More like he wanted to use Elisabeth and Rudolf, but not sure for what.
Jeon Dong-seok - A lonely ghost that was was chained to the empire to do its bidding, and grows more and more vengeful over time. He gains strength to start breaking the chains, even though in order to do so, he has to do some things he wishes he didn’t have to. Unnecessarily pretty.
Aran Kei - One of a horde, one of many. She speaks for the angels, and acts on their behalf, their will, their connection to the world personified.
Yumeki Noa - Gentle and caring, almost doting on those she set her sights upon. Very invested in their demise, but wants to make sure they are comfortable in the process, like smothering them with a pillow.
Ranju Tomu - he has Seen Things. Empires come and go, he had a personal hand in destroying many of them, and getting into gear to crumble another one. Sometimes he wishes he didn’t have to, but that’s his job, after all. The best he can do is to destroy it for Sisi, condemning everyone’s soul but hers.
Aoki Izumi - Some people just want to watch the world burn, assuming there are matches you can find to play with (I know the full video of this production exists somewhere, but it’s been years since anyone who has it that I came across has been active - send help)
Yuzuka Rei - A sadistic bastard who thinks he is owned the world. Not quite as completely self absorbed as a few others, but pretty high up there.
Rukaze Hikaru - A gentle giant, lurking in the shadows, afraid of everything, barely aware of his own strength. Wants to find someone to share his toys with, gets a big boost in self confidence once he realizes that he is not the most messed up person in this play.
Alexandra Mikhaylovskaya - A powerful, vengeful god. Fate incarnate. Not a very charismatic or seductive portrayal, but certainly one of the more breathtaking ones.
Elena Sivkova - The tiniest angel of the night who just inherited the keys to the underworld. Quite lovely, and could certainly grow to rule it with the iron fist later on, but so far she is just learning the ropes.
Shanghai Institute of Visual Arts student (cannot find her name) - A very benevolent entity, a perfect gentleman. Distantly reminds me of Saeko, just not quite as dramatic, more self-composed.
Chuhun drama club student (ditto) - Less of a supernatural entity and more of a pop idol. Not particularly interested in the affairs of those around them, but involved in everything primarily because it’d look good for their image, and out of misplaced sense of ownership.
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TCW rewatch
Season One
Ambush
How did Dooku know about the meeting with Katoonko? Did a certain Chancellor inform him?
Jedi Grandpa!
"See? See? Size matters not!" You know, it makes you wonder how many times Yoda got underestimated because he's tiny. Also, the giggle afterwards.
The resigned clones. Aw.
I will never stop finding it amusing how Yoda turns into a tiny bouncy zip ball of death in a fight. Trust Yoda to weaponize being a nuisance. Also, a beautiful example of deadly dodging
Aw. The part where Yoda talks with the clones about how different they are in the Force.
Also aw, Yoda and the birbs after the fight.
Also, also, Yoda is actually quite friendly to Ventress. When he's talking to Dooku there is something of an edge (not much, though), but with Ventress he's using the Trickster Mentor Voice. Maybe you should have surrendered, Asajj?
Clone tattoo count: 2
Rising Malevolence
Anakin, since when are you asking the Council for permission first? Are you secretly jealous of Plo Koon, or something?
Anakin telling Ahsoka to behave is funny, because it's Anakin.
You know, Anakin, you seem to be the only Jedi upset about Ahsoka speaking up. And don't think I didn't notice you Palpatine, making a pointed comment about how bold Ahsoka is.
Also, interesting contrast between Anakin insisting on finding the weapon being more important to cut to Plo Koon emphatically saying he values clone lives more than finding the weapon. Of course, it turns out that he meant to go look for surviviors ten seconds later, but nevertheless, interesting contrast.
Of course, Anakin decides to reinterpret orders. It's what Anakin does. And yes, he was always going to look for surviviors, but has it occured to you, Anakin, that you could have told Ahsoka that and not put her through all the worry? That was kinda shitty of you.
And here we have Plo Koon performing Peak Jedi Bullshit, by going on a walk on an escape pod in space to fight battle droids. And then doing a Fastball Special with a clone.
So, we have Yoda, Mace and Obi-Wan in camp "geater scope" and Anakin, Plo and Ahsoka in camp "save lives". It's interesting to note that it's one of the situations where both sides have a point. Saving the lives of the clones and Plo Koon is important! It's the right thing to do! But at the same time, Anakin and Ahsoka have a vital mission that they've taken a detour from.
Palpatine is doing subtle shit stirring, of course, by hinting most hintingly that Anakin's decision might be a costly mistake. And then immediately calling Anakin to tell them the Council is "furious" when they're actually concerned and kinda annoyed.
Anakin's reply that he came to save Plo Koon and no mention of clones is pretty telling.
Aw, Ahsoka sensing Plo Koon.
"We're clones, we're meant to be expendable."
"Not. To. Me." <3
So, obvs, Anakin doesn't look completely great in this episode - but there's also the point that Ahsoka is his first child I mean padawan, so he was bound to make mistakes. He certainly teaches her about persistence and determination, but he also fails to trust her and reassure her.
Equally, with the clones, they may not be his main concern when looking
for survivors - he wants to find Plo Koon, because he's Ahsoka's friend first, but he also shows concern for them and care once they're on the ship.
Shadow of Malevolence
And now it's time for Anakin Has a Reckless Plan. Ahsoka and Plo caution him against it, but Anakin is certain it will work out.
Cute detail: Plo and Ahsoka note that Anakin inspires great loyalty in his clones by leading by example.
It's time for The Villains Will be Doing a War Crime!
Hello there Space Manta Rays! You look like you have a lot of teeth!
Oh Anakin. It's good that you eventually listened to Ahsoka and Plo Koon and did change your plan for one where it's not just you as the last man standing, because the clones aren't space wizards like you.
So, it's probably a good moment to note that Anakin's plan wasn't The Worst or anything like that--it does work with the changes suggested by Ahsoka and Plo Koon, and it might have worked even better if Anakin had listened to them from the start.
It's also an interesting point to see how being such a good pilot and so strong in the Force affects Anakin's judgement--it just doesn't occur to him that his baseline isn't the same as the Clones. It's not malicious, and it is understandable. It's a common human bias to think of the things that come easily to you as easy for everyone, when it doesn't have to be the case.
Destroy Malevolence:
Hello Padme!
I see Palpatine sent her right into the embrace of General Grevious. Damn it, Palpatine.
You know how people say that Luke is gentle and so on like Padme, and Leia is brash and aggressive like Anakin. Ahahahaha. Ahahahahaha. You know, the Padme who yelled at Anakin to continue shooting the Malevolence because she won't be a hostage? The Padme who rigged her ship to blow up and nearly took out Grevious?
Plo Koon once again points out Anakin is taking terrible risks. Obi-Wan apparently decided it's time for him to join the party. There was no mention of him taking terrible risks.
Padme and Anakin are being subtle. They're just missing a "we're in love" flag.
Hinty hint, huh, Obi-Wan?
Cutting off the transmission you don't like, Grevious?
And boom goes Malevolence
Rookies
Clone tattoo count: 2
Did the sergeant dye his hair and eyebrows to look like he's going grey?
Great acting there, infiltrator droids. You tried.
A+ acting there, Rex.
Hevy, no!
Downfall of a Droid
Anakin is Having a Reckless and Ahsoka Is the Voice of Reason once more.
Ah, this is the Anakin and Attachment Are a Problem episode. And also Obi-Wan could stand to be nicer about droids.
And here's R3, to whom Anakin will be mean, because he's not R2, but it's OK, because R3 is secretly a spy.
How to disguise a Jedi: put a poncho over your Jedi clothes. Don't hide anything else.
OK, Anakin isn't particularly mean to R3. And he does make himself look particularly incompetent.
I notice that both Grevious and the Trandshan sleezy droid guy have An Accent, unlike our heroes.
R2 is making a valiant escape.
R3 isn't even trying to pretend he doesn't want Anakin caught or dead, is he?
Not my favourite episode.
Duel of the Droids
Really Ahsoka. Don't be mean to Rex and have him carry around a droid.
And here we have Anakin and Ahsoka demonstrating that Jedi don't need parachutes.
R3 REALLY isn't bothering pretending not to be a spy. Like really really.
Ahsoka vs Grevious is going quite well for Ahsoka, so far.
Well, it was going well.
R2 defeats his Evil Counterpart. The day is saved! Anakin didn't learn his important lesson.
Bombad Jedi
Palpatine uses Concerned Grandpa Facade on Padme. It's not very effective.
Hello Jar-Jar. You're like Jaskier on steroids. Someone just needs to let you compose catchy earworms.
So, everyone looks reasonable for looking Jar-Jar behind, but this is one of this occassions when it turns out he's vital.
Oops. Padme gets to hear that the Republic isn't helping very much. (Although trusting the Trade Federation isn't exactly smart on Ono's part...)
Whose cloak could this be, hmmm?
Padme is sure having fun rescuing herself and pretending a Jedi is saving her there.
Yep, trusting the Trade Federation is a bad idea.
And this is why giant bug friends are good friends.
And we end on a Very Important Lesson.
Cloak of Darkness
Interesting little detail: Ahsoka is sent out with Luminara, without Anakin. This seems to be situation as normal, too, so Padawans were not expected to learn and work only with their Masters.
Famous last words, Ahsoka
And I think we see Anakin's influence on Ahsoka, when she threatens Gunray. Luminara shuts that down pretty quickly. It's also interesting that Ahsoka charges in despite Luminara having everything perfectly in grip.
On consideration, this might be one of the reasons why Jedi would send padawans to do stuff with other Jedi. It gives them the opportunity to notice anything of concern that the padawan's Master missed or messed up.
Hello Asajj. You're doing pretty well in this episode.
Poor Luminara. Ahsoka's inner Leroy Jenkins was very strong that day.
Luminara uses Taunt on Asajj. It's super effective.
You know, it's... interesting that the person who says that sometimes soldiers should disobey orders turns out to be a traitor. Not sure if like, given a. what happens later in SW and b. who exactly used the "I was just obeying orders" in RL.
And our traitor gets reward by a stabbing.
Luminara praises Ahsoka. Aw.
Lair of Grevious
Hello there, Kit!
Aww, Nahdar and Kit.
Clone Trooper: I'll blast the door!
Nahdar: I will stab the door!
Kit: Guys, let's just open it?
A statue of a warrior holding a head. All good and not creepy at all.
Hello there Grevious's masks. That is also good and not creepy.
And we have one of the earliest examples of the war taking toll on the Jedi with Nahdar's reaction to loss. He swears revange and says that the strong win, both of which aren't very Jedi sentiments, though they are understandable reactions. Which eventually gets Nahdar killed, since he decides to fight Grevious on his own.
And you know, it sucks that Kit and Nahdar don’t actually have a moment for Kit to be more supportive about this.
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[17 - Lullaby for Zebra • Elise’s Sweet Song •]
“You, you will go there and destroy the factory which manufactures devices for the Chosen Children. If you fail… You won’t want to know.”
Those words echoed in the black furred digimon. He had nothing to lose, nothing to gain either. He was a machine, or he believed to. However, he was organic digimon. A wolf. And his master’s orders were clear.
Destroy the digivice factory. Probably giving Izumi Koushiro the biggest headache if said mission is accomplished.
But it was raining in the human world. It was also dark, and he couldn’t see anything than a flash of light till it hit him. Luckly, his body was strong enough and he survived. The car and its passengers also were fine, just shocked and scared of that lupine digimon. The couple’s Labramon and Plotmon barked furiously at the irresponsible digimon.
Those ones… Why were they yelling at him? It doesn’t matter… He got hurt with the accident, his paw was sprained and he wished he didn’t break it.
He walked till a park and hide himself inside one of those giant turtle-shaped “shelters” with slides and remained there for the rest of the night.
At the morning…
“Where you watching the stream, Elise?” Mitsuki voice was heard by the mysterious digimon, “Some things happened during it…”
“Oh, don’t worry Mitsuki” a girl at the same age as Mirai -- blond hair with bangs and hair looking like the 14yo Yamato, and green eyes wearing a cute sky blue dress -- responded to Mitsuki. Her voice was so sweet and gentle… “I was watching it, but the same moment you got interrupted I got lost. Actually, something came from the screen of my laptop.”
“Something?” he blinked, then took his digivice from his pocket “Like this?”
“Yes! But mine is… Blue.”
“Oh…”
“Oh… a furred paw!” a child in the park, closer to where the cousins Mitsuki and Elise where, had found something cute and tried to poke it with a stick. They were all playfully with no malicious intent, but the lupine digimon roared and scared the children.
All those cries interrupted Mitsuki and Elise’s talk, catching their attention. Mitsuki approached from the group of children younger than him and his cousin.
“What’s wrong?”
They didn’t say anything, and just pointed at the pelt. Elise stood on an average distance and looked at the black fur.
“Oh a digimon...” she knelt to see it better “It’s a… Gabumon with a black pelt.”
“It’s okay” Mitsuki talked to the kids “I think it just got scared, we can handle it from here. Go play in another place please?”
The kids nodded and left; Mitsuki approached from Elise “Do you think something happened to be hidden there?”
“Hmm… It was raining last night. Maybe got lost or hurt…?” she kept going, approaching from the digimon “Hey little one? Are you hurt?”
“Be careful…”
The digimon growled, but she didn’t give up. Elise then started to hum a song, and that made the digimon reveal himself. As said previously by the girl, it was a Gabumon, but not a regular one -- it was a subspecies, BlackGabumon.
“Seems hurt” Mitsuki observed the digimon, “Little bud, did you get hurt?”
“...” BlackGabumon didn’t reply.
“Maybe we should call Mr. Kido?” Elise mused, but the mysterious Gabumon lied his head on Elise’s lap “Huh?”
“I think he liked you” Mitsuki chuckled, “Try to ask where it hurts, I will call Mr. Kido to take a look--”
“No,” Elise interrupted him, “He wouldn’t let anyone else approach from him. I can take care of this.”
“I’m not sure if it is a good idea…”
“Let’s get something for him to eat. I heard a belly noise.”
“Fine fine…”
“More children got digivices!?” Daichi exclaimed, Hoshi nodded in response “But but how??”
“They were watching Mitsuki’s stream.”
“This seems a problem” Natsu frowned “I mean, in the past it was a big deal because non-Chosen had fear about the digimon… But now…”
“That seems the opposite of a problem” Sting intervened “This means a Chosen in our actual days won’t need to hide their digimon like before.”
“I understand that! The problem now is that you all are mercenary Chosen Children.”
“What?” Hoshi eyes widened “What do you mean, Natsu?”
“Um, means you’re not on Koushiro’s list. Means you’re like, unregistered Chosen Children. Since with the growth of the number of Chosen Children in the past… The Twelve created a contact list and then, an organization which works undercover to prevent more cases of DigiChosen being taunted by evil forces, such as the Digimon Kaiser’s case.”
“You didn’t tell me about that” Daichi squinted his eyes at her.
“I was about to tell you later” and Natsu responded by a shrug “Anyway, That registered list is important to keep in touch and to make sure no one is being used by evil guys.”
“That didn’t work at all…” Ulforce shrugged. Daichi stared at him and he quailed.
“Ok, but how many people were watching Mitsuki’s stream?” the boy asked.
“Let me see,” Hoshi began to count “Mirai, Mike, Reika, Jin… I think Elise too?”
“Five people... Counting with Kiyoko, Eiji, you and me… 10 kids with a digivice. This means it’s a reasonable number. Excluding the unknown child, we have ten kids with ten digimon partners. But, with Brave Tamer we have 11 D-TimeRune holders...”
“We’re back!” Elise smiled, then stood by BlackGabumon’s side “I brought you some snacks. There was a DigiNoir store around. Here, eat it.”
The digimon gently took the DigiNoir box and opened it. He quietly replied “... Thank you.”
“Huh, what’s going on Mitsukiii?” Pit asked.
“Elise found a digimon” he took the digivice to let his partner see the scene.
“Oh! A Gabumon! But… Is it OK?”
“Of course it is” Elise giggled “He looks like a Zebra. Black and white. Can I call you by Zebra, Gabumon?”
“... Ok.”
“H-hey we don’t know if he’s partnered with someone, Elise…”
“... No” Zebra answered.
“Oh he talked with you…” Pit blinked.
“That’s an improvement…”
“Where did you get hurt? Should I call a doctor for you?” Elise asked, looking at one of Zebra’s paws.
“... No” then he showed the injured paw to Elise “this one.”
“Oh…” he took the digimon’s paw with caution “It’s okay I will talk with a friend, his dad is a digimon doctor. He will tell me what to do so you can heal your paw.”
“... Ok.”
Elise then took her phone and took a photo of her new friend’s paw. Also scanned it with an app created for the purpose of collecting data and information about the digimon’s health. On the next day, she went to see doctor Kido and request for his help. Joe admired the girl’s kind act and examined the data.
“Your friend will be fine, it was just a sprained paw. No broken or dislocated issues.”
“Oh thank you, dr. Kido” she sighed and her muscles relaxed. That a relief.
“I will write the procedures to help you heal his paw.”
“Oh okay.”
She took the paper with the instructions and went back to Zebra’s whereabouts with the medicine. Mitsuki thought it would’ve been a hard task… But apparently that BlackGabumon was feeling safe with Elise around. Mitsuki wondered why, and what had happened to Zebra’s paw in the first place. With no answers from the digimon, he went on a investigative mission by requesting Mirai’s eyes on the cameras around the town.
“I don’t know what you’re looking for” Mirai swirled her office chair to look at Mitsuki in the eye “but On that rainy night something came from the portal on the Sector W. And as you can see...”
She zoomed in the lupine shadow popping out of the Digital Gate. It was a Garurumon? The image was not very good due to the ambient light and the rain also messed with the colors. But Mirai is a computer genius: She ripped the video off the database, and edited it to show the details they couldn’t not see by the light and rain. It wasn’t a flawless edit, but they could see it better: A Garurumon with black fur came out of the portal.
“Do you think… This is the same digimon from the park?” Mitsuki frowned, he didn’t know what to do or what to think of “Is it dangerous?”
“Hmm… That Garurumon appears on this other camera here, and he got hit by a car. Don’t worry, no one got critically hurt. If this is one of the refugees digimon… Lupinmon’s troops will come after him.”
“... Could you tell Daichi about it please? I will warn Elise, she needs to know.”
“Hold on, you keep Elise protected and I will keep you in touch in case of something coming after the Gabumon.”
Mitsuki nodded, and he left in a hurry. Mirai frowned, then looked at the screen and saw Brave Tamer’s chat icon blinking.
“So, what should we do about it” Eiji asked Kiyoko, his eyes paying attention at her and her walking from here to there “You said that mr. Motomiya is a digimon now?”
“I can’t think straight now! Why is it happening to my family!? And to my friends!?”
“Please stay calm”
“I can’t Eiji! My dad is being called a THREAT! My dad, the most beloved person who always cares about the others and encourages them to break their limits… Is against us! I’m not sure if Mr. Yagami won’t… Won’t condemn him.”
Deep down, Eiji had concerns as well. His uncle was one of the closest friends of Daisuke, so he believed Taichi wouldn’t do something terrible like treating Daisuke as a traitor. But Kiyoko had all rights to be concerned and skeptical about it.
All he could do was gently accept her feelings towards the situation.
“Taichi won’t do that” Miyako was present in the room alongside the digimon, Daichi, Hoshi and Natsu “He knows your dad is not doing it on purpose.”
Kiyoko ran to Miyako’s arms, hugging her mother tightly. Miyako smiled and patted the girl’s hair. The grip around her waist has loosen at the first instance Kiyoko felt her mother’s hand on her head.
“Don’t worry.”
“May I ask what should we do?” Eiji calmly repeated his question, now expecting a different response.
Daichi rested his chin on his hand, “We need to… Keep preventing my brainwashed dad to commit a terrible mistake. Meanwhile I… Uh, I will go researching how to save him.”
Days has passed. Zebra, the mysterious BlackGabumon decided to stay with that girl in that world. However…
“Why is he taking too much time to return!?”
The shadow punched the wall, fist clenched. The tension of that action made some of the scouts step back, glancing at him with fear in their faces.
“What? Why are you looking at me, you pack of imbeciles!?” he gritted his teeth “Go back to work!”
They panicked and returned to their usual activities. A greenish Kunemon subspecies -- Dokunemon -- approached from him.
“What now?”
“The eyes of the forest said Lupinmon was breaking your control again.”
“I am aware of it, I can read my victim’s mind. He’s stubborn and strong, and that one name going through his head… That kid is a problem.”
“Kid…?”
That kid… The new Chosen Child.
“What are you thinking of?”
Magnamon caught him staring at his own reflex on the lake, next to the facilities of the army. Something went off in his opinion that he couldn’t tell the loyal knight… Because he had no idea how to.
“It’s nothin’, don’t worry.”
“Are you sure?”
“... The man and the kid… They seemed familiar to me.”
Magnamon did not respond, only kept his eyes lying on Lupinmon and quietly heard him.
“What is this feeling? Why I… I want to help them find this ‘important person’ he meant?”
“I don’t know… But we need to do something.”
“Let’s do it then, find that human-- Argh!”
“Master, what’s going on-- Ugh!”
Flying in the air and gesturing hands to show who was inducing pain to Daisuke and Vee, a humanoid digimon with human face, but his mask had resembles of Stingmon. It wore a suit, flashing moth wings moved to keep him hovering over the duo’s heads.
“Ah, I see you’ve been questioning stuff again. There’s no reason to ask yourself about said feelings. You’re a soldier. You and Magnamon serve this cause.”
That headache kept them unable to respond, all they were doing was growling and hearing that humanoid moth-like digimon speaking inside their minds.
“You poor beings are alive to serve me. So keep loyal to me and I will keep you two alive, or else...”
Daisuke and Magnamon’s eyes glowed in red, just like the time the Digimon Kaiser had control over the digimon once. Once the pain vanished, they looked up and in a very mechanical way.
“Yes, master Papillonmon.”
Papillonmon smirked, with the Dokunemon chuckling at the scene.
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First Meeting
... allegedly
Asra x Lyria (oc)
*It’s kinda like the first one in that I only use my oc’s name once so feel free to self insert! I do use she/her pronouns tho..
CWs: knife mention (for herbs), sex, swearing
She was a young herbalist who met Faust and then Asra at the market
She had fallen in unrequited love with Asra (he didn’t know). She hasn’t really been herself since he had left during the red plague.
She became Julian’s apprentice and worked under him until she was appointed court magician after the count was “murdered” and Julian fled.
She had grown very close to Julian and was devastated when he got sick and even more so when he left.
She ended up travelling around the country as a wandering soothsayer, providing remedies for ailing people she comes across.
She cut her long hair into an above-the-shoulder bob for easier maintenance on the road.
She eventually returns to Vesuvia and finds work at the palace as the court magician.
Spends the majority of her time as the court magician being a friend and confidant to both Nadia and Portia, as well as entertainment at the countess’s important events.
She didn’t know Asra had returned and also suppressed her memories of him so much that she forgot about him entirely
After a long day at the palace...
(NSFW under the cut)
‘Hmmmm,’ she falls on her back amongst the plush pillows and blankets of her bed. “Deft hands…” she whispers to herself as she begins to work her hands over her breasts and down her own body, “soft hair, plush lips” as she teases along her thighs, the image of a beautiful golden-skinned figure comes into focus, leaning over her. Their hand had replaced hers in their aimless wandering along her lower torso and thighs.
The figure tilts their head, curiously surveying the scene before them. With them, they had brought the scent of smoky herbs, cardamom and vanilla along with the sharp tang of sea salt and lemongrass. She goes rigid beneath them.
“I-it can’t- is it really you?” she whispers to the figure. They stare at her with a soft smile before leaning down to press a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth.
The magician’s eyes flutter shut as she lets out a soft whimper, arching towards the figure.
“Tell me what you want”, they whisper, pressing their fingers between her thighs, biting their lip as they watch her every change in facial expression.
“Ohhh more, yes, right there…” they deftly rid her of her underwear and push two fingers inside, making the magician gasp and arch even further into their embrace.
“What do you need?” the figure rasps, obviously getting off on this.
“Just you, it’s always been you” she breathed, head falling back. The figure smiles sadly and stoops to press kisses along her exposed jaw. The magician, amazed at the softness of their lips and the pressure building in her abdomen, let the sharpening pleasure take over her senses.
The figure groans softly while pressing a lovely purple bruise behind her jaw, making the magician moan wantonly as her orgasm hits her in waves. The figure drinks in the sight of the magician, working her down from her high, chest heaving, eyelids fluttering.
“You’re so…” the magician finally opens her eyes long enough to look at the figure dazedly “...beautiful”
She takes in the shirtless person still leaning over her, wearing the face of the one she loves; amethyst eyes with pupils blown wide and breaths deepened with lust, before flipping their positions.
Silently, she begins undoing their pants, focused. She looks up at the figure, who was watching her with hooded eyes, barely breathing and lips slightly parted. “May I?” she gestures towards their prominent erection.
“Please”, the figure breathes, shifting their hips so the magician can slide their pants down to their thighs.
“... You’re so hard...”
The figure looks surprised and then amused, “Don’t sound so surprised.”
The magician smiles and kisses her way down their torso and over one of their hip bones then moves to straddle the figure’s hips, “Is this alright?”
The figure begins to nod only to throw their head back with a strangled moan as she sinks down on their length, their back arching to be even just a little bit closer and go just a little bit deeper.
She rides them roughly and sensually, their mouth slightly ajar throughout. Their heavily hooded eyes follow her hands as she runs them up their chest. She presses the tips of her fingers into their skin, dragging her nails across their chest, just hard enough to leave a mark.
“Shit, I’m- hng!” the figure spills without proper warning. The magician slides off them, pleased with herself.
Once she’s properly settled into their side, the figure finally speaks. “Can I see you again?” they breathlessly ask.
“You know I would love nothing more” the magician murmurs, eyes sliding shut. Next to her the figure disappears completely.
Asra bolts up into a sitting position in his bed. ‘Gods, I-I. That was…’ he shakes his head, fighting through the fog of sleep.
Too early!
“Sorry Faust”, he was still distracted. Asra hasn’t seen her in years, yet the dream felt so real, it must’ve been linked. The smell of white rose and musk stays with him as he nestles back into sleep’s embrace.
(NSFW over)
The magician wakes the next morning in a fantastic mood. She stretches languidly, reflecting on the strange dream she had before dressing to join the countess for breakfast. She stops at the entrance of the dining room, perplexed at the commotion of servants scrambling to prepare for some sort of event. She spots the countess in the center of the whirlwind and picks her way over to her.
“Morning, Nadia. Did I miss something?”
“No, not at all, I’ve been so stressed it must’ve slipped my mind. A dear friend of mine has a birthday tomorrow, I’ve planned a garden party to celebrate.”
“Oh, how lovely. Anything I can do to help?”
“There is the matter of the bouquets. It’s too late to order all of the flowers I need, so I need you to collect and multiply them for me. Horticulture is a specialty of yours, yes?”
The magician nods, “Which flowers?”
“Hydrangeas, peonies, and belladonnas, also known as deadly nightshade. Before tomorrow, if you will.”
The magician nods and eats quickly before collecting an herb-cutting knife and basket for the flowers.
She arrives at the edge of the looming forest, feeling it push and pull her, like it’s conflicted. She warily begins her search.
She lets the voices of the forest wash over her and she takes in her surroundings. Once she’s acquainted with her atmosphere, she begins to search in ernest.
Suddenly she hears quiet mewing from behind her. She turns to see a tiny black kitten stumbling out of the underbrush. Had it been following her?
“Hi baby, where’s mama?” the kitten just opens its mouth wide in a big yawn. “Are you sleepy? Hungry?” she reaches into her utility belt and pulls out a handkerchief, wrapping it around the kitten, she picks it up gently and tucks it into her cloak, snug and warm. She continues her search.
It’s only when she finds the flowers she seeks that she feels another presence in the woods. A predatory presence that doesn’t seem to belong here. She quickly scans her surroundings and casts a barrier that would alert her to any new presence in the area.
‘Ok, calm down, chill, you’re just being paranoid,’ she begins her collection, thanking each bush for the flowers. Once she’s finished her task, she gently plucks a few berries from the nightshade bushes. She puts them in a soft leather pouch, ready to return to the palace. Then she hears it. A shrill cackling echoes through the trees, getting closer as she tries to discern where it’s coming from.
“Fuck, shit, fuck, gods, please no.”
She begins to make her way back, aware she’s being hunted all the way. Soon she begins to hear branches snap and footfalls that are not her own. She increases her pace, carefully at first but accelerating when the sounds grew even closer.
She stumbles into a clearing, tripping on the gnarled roots of the giant tree that seemed to tower over the others. As soon as she hits the ground, it’s on her, a single clawed hand closing tightly around the front of her cloak, ripping holes in the expensive fabric. The magician yelps as she comes face to face with some kind of demonic goat.
“Now now, no need to yell, I know I’m gorgeous,” the goat thing’s voice seems to echo in her ears.
She wrests herself free of her cloak, dropping ungracefully on her ass and scooting backwards until she sat with her back against the massive oak.
He scowls and lunges towards her, clawed hand swiping at her, catching her upper arm and tearing the skin easily. She lets out a piercing scream and forces a shield up between her and the malicious creature.
In a hut in the woods:
“Did you hear that?”
“Stay here, I’m going to find out what that was.”
“Asra-”
“I’ll be back soon, Muriel.”
“At least take Inanna with you.”
“What the hell are you and why are you hunting me?!”
“You’ve taken my place. My wife, my toys, my servants. You act like it’s all yours and you didn’t even work for it!”
“What?”
Just then a figure bursts from the undergrowth, snarling at the demon and protectively placing herself between the magician and monster.
“Lucio.” The count whirls around to face the white-haired magician, who was also stepping between the count and his prey.
“Ah... Asra! I was just leaving. Sorry you couldn’t join in on the fun,” and with that, he turns on his heel and lopes into the trees.
“Bastard. Hey! Hey, are you alright?” he crouches next to the magician, who was checking over a small black kitten tucked in the crook of her uninjured arm. He repeats himself, slowly placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. She flinches anyway. “Ah, sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you…” he eyes the purple bruise peeking out from behind her jaw.
“Ah sorry, I don’t usually startle like that…” she finally looks her savior in the eyes, sucking in a deep breath. “Asra.”
Asra’s eyes widen and he lets out a labored breath, “Lyria… fuck, are you ok?” He gently examines her injured arm, waving a healing hand over the torn skin.
“Y-you didn’t have to…” fuck, why was she acting like a shy teenager?! Asra helps her to her feet, checking her over another three times. “So you’re back…”
He finally looks her in the eye. “Yeah… so are you”
She takes a shaky breath, biting her lip and looking down at their feet. “I missed you,” she whispers.
“Then perhaps we should catch up,” he holds his arm out to her with a dashing dimpled smile and leads her back to the palace.
#the arcana game#arcana fic#asra alnazar#asra x mc#asra x oc#asra x apprentice#julian devorak#nadia satrinava#count lucio#muriel
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Title: FrostBitten: Cracks in the Ice
Author: @wickednerdery
Fandom: Marvel
Pairing/character: Loki x Reader (& Jotun!OC)
Rating: Mature
Summary: “The real you.”
Notes: This is a series/multi-chapter fic - Masterlist Here. Ulfr is a Frost Giant, more clearly so than Loki, and “played” by Lee Pace. This piece is two sections, one with Ulfr and the other with the reader and Loki. The whole thing in general is dark, this one’s mostly just angst and violence though…For consistency and length it gets a “Read More”.
Ulfr freezes his door, his room, to a thickness that assures privacy from all, save perhaps Loki. He growls irritation seeing Tia’s body still on the bed; he forgot about her. Lacking his usual patience he simply opens a window wide and tosses her out. Her frozen form smashes upon landing...interesting, but there’s no time for experiments or play just now.
Settling into an overstuffed chair Ulfr works to relax, to clear his mind. It proves more difficult than usual as his mind returns over and over to you. Your interest, your sundae, your delight at his ice wolf, your body...he growls a heady mix of jealousy and arousal in the memory of Loki forcing you to suck him off.
Fucking Loki.
He shakes it away; he’s gotten so far, he gets closer every day, he can’t let one little Midgardian derail everything. He can’t let Loki’s childish games get to him. Deep breath in, slow exhale...
At his best he’s still little more than intermediate in his magic skills beyond the ice-based that come naturally to his people. It takes focus, a clear mind, as eyes fade shut - deep breaths in, slow exhales - and the second layers of magic flow across the room. These hide not just body, but mind and heart.
The world refracts, mirrors, around him and he becomes his true self. As fascinating as the dimension is, Ulfr never feels fully comfortable in it - needing the other to pull him in and out, it’s far too close to the containment rooms of SHIELD for his comfort. More so when the other isn’t there to greet him, like now.
He would say they’re partners, even if only in this task, but that’s still no where near accurate. They neither like nor trust one another and do not share the same goal in the end. Another world, another opportunity, they could just as easily be enemies in battle.
“Have difficultly?” His deep voice announces the sorcerer’s existence on this plane.
Ulfr’s lips curl slightly as he looks for the man. “At least I’m here in full.”
Strange appears before him, cloak billowing in attempts to intimidate. “I’m here.”
“And I’m ready.”
The moment you’re left alone you scramble to redress and return to your own quarters. With chair firmly under doorknob you run to the bathroom to vomit. You brush teeth, even attempt to clean out the taste of him with soap, before throwing up once more then showering.
It’s no use. You can still taste, feel, Loki all the way down your throat. You can sense him in the pit of your stomach and swimming through your veins. It’s like he’s entered your core. It isn’t even the act this time - distasteful as it was - it’s the feeling of being a pawn. That Loki might not even be attracted to you, but thinks Ulfr is and that alone is enough to degrade you.
You look in the mirror, examine sallow and bruised skin, thinning face, and force a deep breath through raw throat. He will not break you. Not for his pleasure, not for another’s pain. Not for anything. You have to be stronger, learn more. Find a weakness, a way to his humanity. If Thor had it, if Ulfr does, so does Loki...no matter how deep it’s buried under sadistic acts and frosty blue eyes.
As the hours pass you force yourself to think on your interactions with the god. Each one. In detail. His peacocking destruction of the city...the sadistic, preening, delight of your first night...the angry disregard afterwards...the playing gentleness of the bath...the events of this morning. Every one a display, every one a tableau of... Your mind falls to the terrible, haunting, ice in Loki’s gaze and the way it counters the bloody red warmth of Ulfr’s…
“Did you truly believe your pathetic attempts at keeping me out would work?” Loki’s voice breaks your thoughts so that you jump. He gives a malicious chuckle as he stands at the end of the bed, over you, as you sit. “I suppose I could admire it...” he slinks around to the side. “The tenacity of it.”
This time you stay in the center, focus on him, refusing to show on your face the fear given away in pounding heart and shaking body.
“Of course, I could also consider it a great disrespect to your king.” Eyes shine their blue at the veiled threat. “Everything is mine. Your room, your bed, you. It’s all mine and I’ll not be denied it.” He flashes an image of himself in full armor, horned helmet, scepter in hand.
You lean back, but do not actually move away. “I know, my king.” You play in.
The vision fades; Loki returns to more regal dressings, pleasantness on his face. “You’re learning.”
“Of course, your majesty.” You smile softly. “Though, I confess, I have much to learn still.”
“Naturally.”
“May I ask a question, my king?”
“Very well.” He’s too cocky to be wary.
“...Why are you doing this?” Loki tilts his head in puzzlement, but lips show amusement; you press on to clarify. “Not taking over Earth, not ruling, I...I get that, I suppose. I mean...this.”
“What?”
“This.” You stress the word, continue. “You’re not a fool, you understand our cultures and you know you’re hurting people. I can see you enjoying it. But...why?”
“I am a god.” Loki insists.
“Gods aren’t sadistic.”
He chuckles. “Clearly you haven’t done enough research.”
“We haven’t offended you.”
His amusement is fading. “You’re getting close to it.”
“Please, your majesty, I merely want to understand.” You get up on knees. “I could supplicate myself and I think...I think you’d treat me worse. Certainly not better.”
He says nothing, only examines you.
“I would think you’d have an easier time getting loyal, truly loyal, followers with kindness. But you just...” The blue in his eyes seems to fade briefly, you swear they go green. “Hurt. Degrade. Why?” You move closer to him cautiously. “I know there’s a good king, a good man, in you Loki...”
Eyes go greener still as the god looks off somewhere you can’t reach, fathom, his face losing all fierceness, all confidence. His face, stature, change...he looks like a lost boy, unsure where he is, what he should do. It’s more haunting a look than he nastiest one could ever be.
“It’s okay...” you whisper, shift closer still. You’re getting through; whatever his guards, his walls, you can see the cracks in the small quiver of his lower lip.
What you can’t see is what’s beyond those cracks. Those memories buried in the darkest parts of him. That pain - searing, cracking, throbbing, burning - dug so far into him it’s settled into his heart. The abyss and those in it churning him through humiliations in the name of preparing him for this. Loki can feel it all, the seeming eons of it, and all at once as he shudders. The Tesseract’s power muffles his scream as tears slip out of green eyes.
You reach out. “I just...want to know you, Loki...” Hand reaches up, brushes a soft, cool, cheek. “The real you.”
In a snap it’s gone. All of it. His eyes flash blue rage and your head crashes against the wall on the other side of the bed. Vision blurs, spins into stars. You kick out under him, claw at hands squeezing your throat. This isn’t an act; he truly rages, hates, for whatever you’ve done to soften him in that moment.
His lips curl over teeth. “You presume to know me?! A god?! You stupid, fucking, mortal whore!!” He shakes you like a rag-doll, head bouncing off the wall, the mattress. He straightens up, lifts you in the process. “Tell me why I shouldn’t end your miserable existence right now.”
You only wheeze.
“Where are your pretty words now?” He sneers, drops you back onto the bed. “Good, stay silent, I’ve no use for your mouth beyond its pleasures. Speak out of turn again and I’ll cut your tongue from between those lovely, cock-sucking, lips of yours!”
Even after he storms out, door locking behind, you don’t move. You let tears stream down your face, wheeze breaths, but don’t dare move. You found a raw spot within Loki’s perfect exterior, the humanity behind the exhibit, and rattled him out of his illusions...but you know deep down that you’ve not yet paid the full price for it.
Sooo...this is the “work” Ulfr had to attend to and, obviously, Loki doesn’t know about it, hahaha! This Dr Strange is from the future and Ulfr’s main source for magical training (outside whatever Loki decides to teach him)...both men may have similar goals, but certainly not the same and that’s all I’m saying on that at the moment, lol! (And forgive any magic-logic lapses, I’m working under the “for the story!” principle, lol!)
(Gif made by me via two gifs I found on Google.)
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#loki#loki laufeyson#loki odinson#loki of jotunheim#loki of asgard#OC: Ulfr#original character#loki x reader#loki x reader x oc#predator!loki#frostbitten#au#dr strange#dr stephen strange#fanfiction#my writing#not my gif#but kinda my gif#angst#violence#give me the darkness#Magic
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You have been granted the oppurtunity to recast your favorite animated movie! The only catch is that each of the characters in said movie are animated characters from different shows/movies (X from show/movie is Bob, X from show/movie is Larry, ect.)
Hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo boi. You have no idea what you’ve just unleashed, my friend!
Once long ago, before the Cringe Ages, I loved recasting my favourite and sometimes least favourite movies with characters from my favourite shows. But then I started taking storytelling more seriously and sentimentally and… art-y, and I started acting as if I was above the stuff somehow. To this day, I still don’t know whether to blame the masses or my own hubris.
But now! Now, the floodgates of my childish, innocent mind are open once more! And I have just the idea: The Nightmare Before Christmas but with Villainous and Batman* characters! (With a few CN villains on the side.) So, I guess you could call it…
The Villainous Nightmare Before Batman!
(No, wait. Uhhhhh…)
The Dark Knight Before Villainous!
Ok, yeah, that should do.
Now you’re probably asking yourself, “Dapper Critter, what are you doing this? Sure, Batman meets Villainous could work, but why are you bringing The Nightmare Before Christmas into this? It’s not even Halloween or Christmas! What are you thinking?!” Well, first of all, Christmas and Halloween aren’t just holidays, they’re states-of-mind. Second, I think it’s time you guys learned something important: I’m a big ol’ lowkey goth baby, baby! If it’s spooky or gothic, I’ll soak it up like a sponge in sink full of soapy water. And nothing says gothic like the hero of a city literally called “Gotham,” a show with a grotesque monster hiding behind the guise of a well-dressed man, and the classic story of Jack Skellington himself! What’s more, all three of these hold a special place in my heart, as they all played a huge part in helping me develop and realize my interest in gothic culture. Lastly, I can see the worlds of these three stories coming together quite easily. Behold, this plot pitch I just made!
“Another Halloween has come and gone in CN City, and another cheerful Christmas is on its way. Black Hat, unofficial master of all that is dark and evil, is thoroughly disgusted that the multiverse will soon be returning to it’s obnoxiously cheerful and wholesome state. He morosely tears a hole through time and space to talk a walk through reality, miserable that he’s stuck living in such a wonderful place. That is until he stumbles upon the city of Gotham, where no matter what time of year it is, the streets are filled with misery and malicious mayhem. Delighted, he sets out to celebrate Christmas his own way: by taking a certain caped-crusader out of the picture and making Gotham his very own holiday vacation home! Little does he know, there’s one special girl who thinks he can celebrate right where he is, as well as a certain clown who’s got his own sinister Christmas party in mind…”
So now that I’ve convinced you, I think it’s time we got down to the actual recasting! Let’s begin, my darling children of the Hot Topic night…
Black Hat as Jack Skellington: This couldn’t have been easier—they’re both creepy gentlemen with excellent taste in fashion. Yes, I know Black Hat is a lot less nice than our dear Pumpkin King, but let’s just say this story takes the odd liberty here and there. Not to mention, Black Hat could easily match Jack’s enthusiasm, intelligence, style, and obsessive inquisitions. Plus, he could totally pull off an evil Santa suit. (Though to be honest, I’m not sure if his snarling, slimy, cockney-accented voice could match Danny Elfman’s melodious singing.)
Demencia as Sally: A devoted, mildly ghoulish, and totally cute fangirl who’s always pining after their darling idol, and who may or may not have been made in a lab? It’s like this fancast is writing itself! Demencia might be a bit more proactive—and scary—in the plot, but I can see her a lot Sally’s dilemma in her as she tries to get Black Hat to notice her and not to abandon them in pursuit of a crazy dream. (Well, that I’m filthy Lizardhat trash.)
Dr. Flug as Dr. Finklestein: Flug, being the only mad scientist who’s employed by Black Hat, as well as the only to survive this, seems like a good pick. Sure, he’s not in a wheelchair and, no, he’s not as creepy as the bugger, but he could still work as our horrid hero’s right-hand man. Plus, since a big part of his canon character is putting up with Demencia’s BS (tell my family that means “baloney-sandwich”), he’d also do great as the one trying to keep the free-spirited love interest under control. Only here, it would be because he’s trying to keep Dem out of trouble so she doesn’t make his boss mad and try to kill him, as opposed to… whatever Finklestein’s problem is. And of course, he can still be menacing if need be. (Just watch the Lost Cases of Townsville and The Tree House…)
5.0.5. as Zero: A cute animal sidekick is a cute animal sidekick, I always say! And 5.0.5. was basically designed to be the ultimate cutesy animal sidekick. Therefore, he can be basically do anything Zero did. Try to cheer up Black Hat? Check. Pull Black Hate’s sleigh? Why couldn’t he? Yeah, he can’t be a flying ghost dog with a glowing nose, but I could just throw bedsheet on him (it was just after Halloween after all) and maybe say he swallowed that anti-gravity device.
Batman as Santa Claus: For Santa Clause, I needed someone who could be the absolute good guy in a world filled with bad guys and weirdos, much like Santa was in the movie. Likewise, since Jack kidnapped Santa to take over Christmas, Black Hat would need to kidnap the guy in charge of Gotham in order to take it for himself. So, of course he’s going to go after it’s #1 protector. I can also see Batman being the voice of reason in this madcap story. Not to mention that he could pull off a Santa suit even better than Black Hat! (In fact…)
The Joker as Oogie Boogie: This one I had some trouble with. I kept asking myself stuff like, “who would be brave enough to usurp Black Hat?,” “who could match Oogie’s siz—er, presence?” or “who would want to kidnap Santa Claus?,” and “Who would be into gambling and crazy funhouse stuff?” And then it came to me: The Joker. I mean, he’s got charisma, a sense of menace, he’s a cutthroat who loves to play with his enemies, and almost always has a big ol’ amusement park deathtrap on hand. Sure, he wouldn’t have the creepy demise like Oogie, but he could get a good beating and traumatizing from Black Hat and/or Demencia (who’d really hate being a damsel in distress, I imagine).
The Delightful Children from Down the Lane as Lock, Shock, and Barrel: At first, I thought of using other Batman villains or Shannon, Darrell, and Ernesto from OK K.O.!, but then I thought it would make more sense to have child villains from a CN show who could do bad things for slime-balls like Black Hat and Joker with pleasure. I instantly thought of these scheming, little monsters from Codename: Kids Next Door (an old favourite of mine). Although they’re usually talk and act in unison, they could have some comical bickering now and then. (After all, “Lenny is an idiot.”) Likewise, I can see Black Hat using Batman’s affinity for young people to get him while his guard’s down. They could make for great trick r’ treaters as well!
Lord Boxman as The Mayor: The mayor wasn’t a very important character, but he was definitely a memorable one, and the first character I thought of who could match his dual personality was Lord Boxman from OK K.O.! They both act like leaders but are really terrible at their jobs, suck up to better villains, and throw a whimpering tantrum like nobody else. (Also, I get to imagine Jim Cummings singing lines from The Nightmare Before Christmas songs, so that’s nice.)
Various CN Villains as The Citizens of Halloween Town: Like with The Mayor and the Trick R’ Treaters, I like to think that the various CN villains who cameoed in the Villainous Orientation series would show up as the denizens of the seedier side of CN City which—as you probably guessed—would be standing in for Halloween Town. Unfortunately, I do not have an encylcopediac knowledge of either Halloween Town residents, nor CN villains, so I’ll just list the ones I can remember and am the most proud of without offering any real justification.
Nohyas as Mr. Hyde: I couldn’t think of anyone besides Black Hat with a fancy hat or smaller versions of himself. Nohyas just so happens to have a suitable villain’s hat, and Handre (his hand puppet) could work in place of tiny clones living under his hats. (And yes, I like Mighty Magiswords. Deal with it.)
Zombozo as Clown with the Tear-Away Face: I don’t believe all creepy clowns look the same, but a ghoulish clown could easily stand in for another. Plus, I used to be a big Ben 10 fan, so I thought I ought to work something in.
Donny as Behemoth: This grass ogre from Adventure Time was more of an outright jerk than Behemoth, but he has a softer side so that would make him a great candidate for a resident gentle giant.
Loony Toons’ Dracula, Billy and Mandy’s Dracula, and Count Spankula as The Vampire Brothers: Do I really need to explain this one?
The Red Guy as Devil: I sure don’t need to elaborate on this one.
The Gangreen Gang as the Zombie Band: The Gangreens were basically based off edgy bands of the late 90’s, and thanks to Gorillaz, we know Ace can play the bass like a boss. Also, I can totally hear Ace saying, “Nice work, bone-daddy.”
Earl (AKA Dopey Black Hat) as Igor: Earl doesn’t get enough to do, inside or outside of Villainous canon.
The Beast as The Hanging Tree: Yeah, I know, I’m messed-up.
HIM as Harlequin Demon: Seriously, this one cast itself!
The Queen of the Black Puddle as Undersea Gal: I don’t watch Courage the Cowardly Dog much, but I remember seeing this villainess once before and I instantly thought she’d be a dead-ringer!
Morbidia and Gateaux as The Witches: Another natural casting derived from my soft spot for Mighty Magiswords. Although Gateaux is a male and a tall one at that, he’s perfect for being a huge suck-up. (I originally considered Miss Endive from Chowder and Duchess from Fosters’ Home for Imaginary Friends, but then I remembered that no matter what they dressed-up as, they’d be unlikeable.)
Monstrous Black Hat as The Monster Under the Bed: Like Earl and the other Black Hat clones, he doesn’t get enough love. (Though this may be a good thing, since he seems too nasty to receive or return it…)
Rob as The Melting Man: There aren’t a lot of CN villains who are melting, per se, but I figured this poor bad guy from Amazing World of Gumball and his unique media-mixed malformity could work.
Biowolf as The Wolfman: Because they’re both well designed wolfmen and I refuse to forget Generator Rex.
The Robins, Batgirl, and Alfred as the Elves: If Batman’s going to be Santa, then his support staff/family might as well be his helpers. Not to mention, they’d look great in cute little elf outfits happily working on Batman’s gadgets in preparation for the big Christmas crime wave.
The Justice League as The Army: Someone needs to show up to shoot-down Black Hat and his idea of Christmas at the end, and since he’s kidnapped Batman, I think it only makes sense that the Justice League would retaliate and come to clean up Black Hat’s mess. He’d also get a reminder that he isn’t just in Gotham City, he’s in the DC universe.
Unikitty as The Easter Bunny: I have my reasons. Them being, Unikitty is good at being sweet and innocent, the episode “Batkitty,” and her world is one of the few Black Hat has interacted with so far. I like to think that’s because he’s too repulsed by her cuteness to touch it. So imagine his reaction when the Delightful Children bring him to her by accident while she’s cosplaying as LEGO Batman or something.
And there you have it! I had a lot of fun making this recast. It was a great way to step out of my comfort zone and to have some fun. Not to mention, I had an excuse to listen to the Nightmare Before Christmas soundtrack early. I sincerely hope you like it as much as I do, @good-guy-is-alive!
Now I just need to make sure Black Hat himself doesn’t see this, or else he might find me and—
Oh no.
No, please, Mister Black Hat, sir, you don’t understand. I just was doing this for fun. I wasn’t trying to make you look—
OH NO.
NO!
NOOOOOOOOOOjglkajgflkjdshGH;LJF’W abfklghlfuGFARGTADS!!!#%RQ#@!
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*Since DC changes their Batman shows like people change their socks, we’ll just say that this is your standard DCAU/Bruce Timmverse Batman.
#goodguy#goodguyisalive#critter asks#critter answers#the nightmare before christmas#villainous#batman#dc comics#cartoon network#self-indulgence#recast#fancast
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ThorBruce Week Day 3- Comfort
A/N: I’m showing up late to the party, but I thought I should contribute a bit haha.
Summary: “Thor came to the understanding that whether it was Bruce or Hulk, he was loved and would always love them back.” Gorr, the God Butcher shows up and Thor is his target. The revengers come to his aid.
Warnings: Graphic Violence, Characters losings limbs, slight angst.
Wordcount: 1551
The first thing Hulk heard was the crackling. The strident sound of bones cracking reverberated through the spaceship. Hulk threw a blue-green alien, smashing it into a wall before he turned around.
Thor was squirming on the ground resembling a bug rather than god. Towering him was a cloaked creature, the arch of its back curving over like a praying mantis. It wielded a pitch black sword, clutching Thor by the neck.
Through his teeth, Thor spoke. “Why are you doing this?”
The creature’s lips curved into a malicious smile. “I am Gorr, the God Butcher.”
Then as if to slit Thor’s throat, Gorr set the blad up to his neck.
“NooOOO!!!” Hulk screeched, his voice almost halting the battle. Witnessing Thor become meek and fragile after a matter of seconds, caused the Hulk to become fearful.
Another alien jumped at him, he merely swatted them away. Hulk tried to gage his own emotions, but one beast jumped on top of him after another. However, his energy only increased the longer he was away from Thor. Every enemy that charged to him died, beaten against the metal of the ship.
“The God Butcher?” Valkyrie asked, running to a spot. She swung the sword, aiming for the Gorr’s shriveled skull. “You will not harm him.” It was a declaration so assured, and very Valkyrie-esque.
Hulk didn’t care who the monster hovering over Thor was. He had to die. That was Hulk’s conviction. With righteous anger, Hulk will crush him to ashes.
The last of the little putrid, blue monsters stood. Thor still quivering along the floor gave a lingering look towards him. Valkyrie protected him, but even she was beginning to struggle with the God Butcher.
Finally, slaying the last of the henchmen, Hulk rushed to Thor, calling out to him in agony.
“Hulk,” Valkyrie commanded,”Buddy, you have to finish this guy off for me.”
Hulk grunted, yanking the killer off the ground. With one hand, he held Gorr by the skull. His head appeared like a walnut in his hands.
He could snap his neck right there and finish the job, but a moan of pain from Thor, lighted his eyes in rage. He peered into Gorr’s beady eyes growling, revealing a long row of teeth.
“If you think you can kill me, you can’t. This amulet gives me all the power I need. I have slain gods of war, peace, love, famine, nature and now I will add the God of Thunder to my list. It is my destiny to decimate the gods of this universe.”
Hulk scoffed, slamming the body into the floor, smooshing it further down, creating a large dent.
“Hulk is no god. You can’t hurt Hulk.”
Then seeing that the Gorr was still alive, he rammed the body into the floor once more.
Hulk paid no mind to the cries of his enemy. He had experience in ruthless killing and conquering on Sakaar, and those killings were more of an afterthought. But this was brutile, unfiltered fury that he was working with.
Piece by piece, Gorr became fragments of flash and bones, and was forming into compost in Hulk’s hands. Ruthlessly, he tossed the body around, never heading the cries of the dying beast. As blood, splashed all over his chess, Hulk ceased his temper tantrum, considering making the killing more ruthless. .
From the corner of his eyes, Hulk could see Thor limping against Val’s shoulder. One last surge of anger was all it took for him to rip that disgusting creature clean in half.
If the God butcher had any last words, there was no one to hear them.
Thor’s gentle voice rang through. “Hulk. Don’t be like that.” But the butcher was an unrecognizable pile of meat. Banner will surely squirm at the sight of that.
Rushing to Thor’s side, Hulk reached out to Thor. No longer angry, he only felt discomfort at the sight of someone so indestructible, someone that he cared about crumbling before him. With his open hand, still using Val as leverage, Thor reached to Hulk.
They were touching each other’s faces. Thor’s smile was telling him everything would be okay, and Hulk believe that..
He submitted himself to the comfort of Thor’s touch, and allowed himself to rest.
Although Hulk was aware of everything that went down on the ship, Bruce awoke distorted and shocked. Before his eyes was Thor with Val at his side. To his surprised, a giant gash was present at Bruce’s knee, residing all the way down his calf. The bone was visible.
“Thor??” was all he could choke out, a terrified lump in his throat building up. He felt a bit dizzy at the sight of the blood and guts all over him.
Fighting off his own tears, Bruce grabbed Thor’s free hand and placed himself beneath the other man. He could do at least this much.
Thor’s groaning incited fear into Bruce. He couldn’t lose Thor, not when they just found each other, and not when everything seemed to be going well between them.
The ship had several sleeping compartments, and when they came to Thor’s they helped him to lay down. After making sure Thor was comfortable, Val hurried to the medicine cabinet.
Thor grimaced pain surging through his body. A bead of sweat rolled down his face.
Bruce grabbed his hand and gave it a hard squeeze.
“It’s going to be okay.. I promise I will do anything to make this better.” Resting his head on the hand he was holding, Bruce swallowed his need to sob.
“I feel like I should be telling you that, Love.” Thor chuckled despite the agony he was in.
A moment of silence fell between them, one man crying and the other trying not to. But Thor was more of an emotional lover than a stoic warrior, and the second he heard Bruce’s broken sobs, gentle tears fell down his face too.
When Val returned with the giant emergency kit, she also brought back a surprise.
“Look who I found.” She said as she rushed inside to quickly get to work. Loki didn’t hesitate to follow her inside. It was lucky for him, that when Gorr hunted their ship, he was elsewhere making a deal with the Grandmaster. No one really knew what that man was up to. He could have easily became another on the list of the god-killer’s victims
“Thor!” Loki called out, staring at the profound wound.
“Brother.” Thor hummed, giving Loki a nod, before returning his attention to Bruce who was in shambles, still clinging to his hand.
Approaching the bed with caution, Loki asked, “How I can be of service.”
He face the fierce eyes of a warrior, but no reproach was given. At these moments, Val tended to be more critical of the trickster god, but today she pointed at bottle of liquid.
“Give him some of this. It’s a pain killer. He’s going to need a lot of it.”
Loki nodded, pouring the thick as syrup liquid into a cup, and carrying it to Thor who was gritting his teeth. Through his grimace, Thor drank the medicine as Loki brought it to his face. It tasted like strong liquor mixed with heavy amounts of plants and herbs. Minty, but not refreshing.
Bruce was still holding onto him when Valkyrie stopped inspecting the wound. Her face was grim.
Loki was beside her, his eyes sorrowful. He shut them and looked at his feet.
Val clasped her hands together. “Thor, I can’t save your leg.”
Bruce gave his cold hand a squeeze, his eyes only watching Thor’s face.
The pain was subsiding only a bit, as he realized that the medicine might have contained something more than all natural ingredients. He was dazed, but not enough.
“Chop the thing off.” His resolve outweighed the other options.
Many years ago, this situation would have been the worst case scenario. But he had seen his brother die twice before, witnessed the loss of Asgard, and more importantly, his people. A leg was nothing.
Bruce stayed with Thor, the entire time, although Loki left the room. Whatever his attitude may tell, deep down he couldn’t bare see his brother hurting.
Bruce couldn’t bare to see Thor in pain either, but he knew that he had to be Thor’s strength and support. He could protect Thor as much as Hulk.
Every second that the surgery went on as Val hacked away, Bruce petted Thor’s head, in gentle motions, wiping off sweat. Sometimes, he would place his forehead on Thor’s or whisper little secrets in his ear to distract him from the pain. The medicine was only capable of so much.
When it was all over, there was nothing below his right thigh. Loki walked back inside, placing a hand on Thor’s shoulder. He smiled but turned his attention to Bruce’s face, stained with tears.
One hand on his forehead and another in his hand, every ounce of Thor was full of Bruce.
Thor was aware of what Bruce had to grow through, seeing him in such agony must have ripped his soul to bits. But he stayed to be his comfort and Thor came to the understanding that whether it was Bruce or Hulk, he was loved and would always love them back.
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It’s Even’s turn!
So, after promising myself I would for the longest time, here I am finally with a meta all about Even. I had a lot of down time recently to (hand!) write about a lot of stuff, and obviously Even was one character I feel a need to talk about. He’s one of the two characters I feel most connected to on this show and it’s criminal that I haven’t really talked about him much yet. Let’s take a look at Even, shall we? Let me tell you, this is one of the kindest, most gentle characters you’ll ever meet on TV. So let’s start there.
Even is a character who could have become brittle and hardened. The experiences of his life are the sort that could have made him bitter. Let’s recap: he has an incurable mental illness that he can’t control and which inevitably recurs, causing him a lot of distress after it’s taken its toll because he believes he’ll hurt people because of it. He fears losing control, which is why he resents it when people try to control him and why he loves the idea of being a director and able to be in control, complete control, of something. He has also been in a relationship for a long time. That’s not generally considered to be a bad thing, of course, but in this instance it’s become cloying, something that keeps him in a place he finds restless and closed in. That it also makes him feel protected in some ways, safe and secure, is irrelevant because even that supposed positive is so restrictive to him that he chafes against it. And then of course, we have all the stuff at Bakka. We can’t know for sure if that was his first episode, the one that led to his diagnosis, or if there had been some before. Regardless, it was catastrophic for him: it was big, it was public, it cost him his friends and his dignity and it almost cost him his life. He was either so ashamed of what he’d done that he didn’t want to go back to the same school, or he was not able to go back for some reason. So this all meant that he had to piece himself back together and then repeat his last year of school in a new place among new people.
For someone like Even, someone who likes being in control, so much of this stuff would be horrifying. It could easily have created a resentful, closed off, angry person but it didn’t. It created a loving, kind, generous person who tries to make everyone around him feel better. We see something of how Even could have ended up at the Halloween pre-game where Sonja gets at him about his drinking and he snaps at her. That’s the resentful, angry person he could have been all the time. So it’s not like he doesn’t have the capacity for that anger and resentment. That means he’s choosing not to be that way. (Incidentally, Sonja’s reaction to his aggression there is a little weird to me; why does she get so upset? Is it because this is such an ongoing thing? I know she thinks she’s doing the right thing, but she’s got to understand how that would feel to him, surely? Any insights from others would be most appreciated). We also see how little Even values himself. He doesn’t understand why Isak would be with him. During a good phase of his life, in s4 when he’s graduated, he’s living with Isak and he seems happy and stable, Even believes he’s a burden. It’s hard to know exactly where he gets this idea as we have no clue about his past really. Plausibly, it could be because people have either said or implied that he was a burden and/or the cause of their pain (throw away comments and well-meaning conversations can have a devastating effect, after all, even if no-one deliberately tried to make him feel bad). Or, the other possibility is that Even is sensitive enough to other people that he noticed the effect his episode had on them (notably Sonja and the balloon boys, particularly Yousef but also probably his parents), and now lives in fear that he is, or will be, just as bad for Isak. We certainly see how quickly Even can read a situation and respond to it when he returns the hat Isak left at his house, so the idea that Even can read the people around him and accurately see that his episode has had a negative effect on them isn’t unlikely. It’s actually heartbreaking that a character who is loving and giving thinks this way about himself, however. It tells us a lot about how all those things in his life affected him, and it’s incredibly sad just how deeply they have cut into his own self-perception.
There are other facets to Even too, of course. He’s unashamed of a lot of things about who he is, which is interesting considering how much else he is ashamed of. He likes cheesy pop music and isn’t scared to show it (Gabrielle and dancing in the kitchen, for example), he’s impulsive and energetic (Taking all the paper towels just to get Isak to react, breaking into the house with the pool to recreate one of his, presumably, favorite movie moments), he’s willing to make a fool of himself (dressing as God in a way that’s not particularly flattering), he’ll talk dicks etc with people he’s just met (with Isak at kosegruppa and after the neon party pregame), he’ll make up stupid stories just to entertain people and/or get a reaction (that first dick story and the aluminium leg after the neon party). It’s hard to know how much of this is Even being Even and how much is awkward flirting because we see all of this through Isak’s eyes and Even has an interest there from the start, but either way this tells us a lot about him. There are a lot of parts of Even that a more self-conscious person wouldn’t be so comfortable showing. In short, he’s a giant dork who will ignore his own fears and insecurities to make other people happy. It’s actually testament to how much Even liked Isak from the start that he tried to hide a lot of this side of him behind a cool, mysterious facade. Some of that would have just been Isak’s point of view, of course, because Isak definitely sees Even as the cool, sexy outsider at the start, but there’s no way Even was so ‘casually’ cool in Isak’s presence so many times without there being some effort behind it. The moment in the school yard is, as pointed out by many gifsets, the epitome of ‘do you know how hard I worked to make accidental eye contact?’
One thing that’s often glossed over in fanfiction (and I’m certainly guilty of this myself) is that Even is a teller of tall tales. The two most obvious examples are the ‘if you touched a dick you had to suck it’ and ‘Sonja has a fake leg’ stories. Now, we have no way of knowing whether this is just part of ‘take desperate to a new level’ in trying to win Isak over, or whether Even’s always like this. But either way, it again tells us a lot about him. He’s playful, he likes to make people laugh (or Isak anyway), and he’s willing to push it to the limit and not give up until the other person gets that he’s joking. When you think about it, this is a lovely trait. Often people will give in, relent and tell the person they’re joking with that they’re joking before it dawns on them. They make it easy for the other person which can sometimes make them feel condescended to. Whereas when Even allows the person to figure it out themselves he has such a joyous response to it, he’s so happy to be found out, that they (or Isak anyway) can feel happy too. There’s a sense of ‘you’re an asshole’ in Isak’s responses, but also of ‘but I found you out’ and so he feels successful. The infectious joy Even has as part of this is important because it shows he’s not doing this to be malicious. He’s genuinely just wanting to have a laugh, and there’s no intention to laugh at someone (or, well … at Isak because he’s really the only one we see Even do this with).
This expands out to other things as well. Think about that moment during their first real conversation, on the windowsill when Even’s amused at Isak pretending to know who Nas is. He could have made Isak feel really badly in that moment, but he doesn’t. He laughs, yes, but it’s more with Isak than at him and he lightens it by saying they’ll listen later. This is a person who likes to tease and laugh but will do it in a way which draws people (or … well, Isak anyway) closer rather than distancing them. This is all in keeping with Even being a gentle, kind soul who likes people being in control of their own lives. Just as he isn’t into being controlled himself, he also doesn’t want to control others as we see with his storytelling thing.
The other thing to remember is that Even is a very brave character. That may seem to be a bit contradictory when we remember that he’s also super avoidant, but hear me out. We see him running from things that upset or worry him over and over again. He ignores Sonja’s calls and texts when he’s with Isak after their first kiss, he avoids Isak after the ‘mentally ill people’ line rather than telling him, he drops his Bakka friends and tries to avoid talking to them right up til s4 in the karaoke bar, he doesn’t want to engage with Isak around knowing Sana and his relationship with Mikael, and we don’t know if he left Bakka to avoid seeing those people again but it’s plausible considering how many other things he avoids. This all suggests someone who’s a bit cowardly, who doesn’t want to face up to the issues in his life. Now, apart from the Sonja one, those all revolve around not wanting to face his past because it scares him and he’s so worried it will cost him his future. But this is where the bravery comes in. He’s had bad experiences around his sexuality in the past; his friends reacted strongly to his attempt to kiss Mikael and his episode either happened concurrent to that or immediately afterwards. And yet, Even still approaches Isak and sees if they can work together as a couple. Even knows Isak has issues with mentally ill people, he knows he could be devastatingly hurt if Isak finds out he’s bipolar, and yet he still comes back that night when isak texts him. He puts himself out there, willing to risk his own happiness, dignity and heart for the possibility that isak might feel the same way about him. He failed out of Bakka in his third year, probably from missing too much school, and yet he’s brave enough to pick himself up and start over at a new school. That’s not easy; neither thing is. To repeat a year after feeling like a failure on top of everything else he’s dealt with, and to do it in a new place with new people. It’s a testament to how strong he really is.
Even has a sad backstory; he feels very much like he’s not worth people bothering with him, and yet all his actions and his personality (his exuberance, his gentleness, his kindness, his bravery etc) all make him a person who the whole group respects. We know this from his clip, and from the Nipple Twist video, where they all support him and tell him how great he is. Which, honestly, is something Even should always hear, because he deserves it. He deserves to be happy, he deserves to have someone love him unconditionally and he deserves to be seen as useful and needed by his partner and by his friends. He gets all those things by the end of the show and that’s a lovely thing for a character who gives so much to others but can’t see it.
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