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#and also joker would be dead or would die very quickly because that is a necessary part of any potential fic I write
002yb · 7 months
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Ik this is dickjay Nation but uhhhhh 👀👀 sladejay (maybe "exes") because it would make Dick soooooo mad lol
‘Dickjay nation’ omg. You’re kind of not wrong though hahahaha. A lovely ship, but for now: sladejay (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈)
Some sort of UtRH!AU where Jason specifically asks that Deathstroke keep Dick tied up in Bludhaven. It's a very personal request and Jason trusts Slade to follow through. He needs his confrontation with Bruce and Joker to go uninterrupted.
And Deathstroke agrees. Of course he does. Jason is his babygirl, after all.
Only Jason's plea quickly turns from being about Jason to being about Deathstroke and his vendetta against Dick.
Which leads to catastrophe that Jason wasn't anticipating. Namely: Bludhaven being nuked. Only this time? Zero evacuation, all casualties.
And Jason knows that Deathstroke is a little unhinged. So is Jason, but the severity of the attack would blindside Jason so thoroughly. Because he recognizes the devastation that just happened.
For all their grief, Jason would have believed the animosity with Deathstroke and Dick to be more performative than anything. But this? The nuking, the fallout? It's too much. It had nothing to do with Jason and everything to do with Deathstroke. Slade made it about him.
Just -- the whole of Bludhaven? Infested with criminals as it is, there were innocents there. Children. Runaways. People that needed help…
And Jason has to go into his spat with Bruce knowing this catastrophy is entirely on him. A low level of panic running through him and making Jason erratic because Jason just killed so many people the way he was killed - the way Joker killed him and Bruce left him to die. An explosion; fire and smoke and collapsing buildings. Jason should have died then. He still can. He should go help; he can't leave though, because he's been stuck in this place waiting for Bruce for a lifetime.
Chose him. Someone chose him. Make it alright because Jason is suffocating (smoke in his lungs, dirt in his face, and lazarus choking him violating him killing him).
Traumatized boy has a bad day, basically.
Anyway, Jason's confrontation with Bruce still goes poorly and all Jason feels is a helpless rage.
No one chose him - Bruce chose Joker, Deathstroke chose himself and -- no. Jason chose himself. And now a city of people are dead for it. And maybe some of them needed to be purged, but all the others?
Jason has so much blood on his hands. He's drowning in it every time he fights to swallow back his screams.
Love it when Jason gets catty and mean in his grief, but also? He is compassionate through and through. This isn't the justice he wanted. Not for himself - not for the people like him.
Only he did, didn't he? A mercy killing.
It's the only reason Jason wanted Deathstroke to go to Dick. To stop his intervention; to hold him back, to make him stand down because Jason -- he knows Dick would kill for him. Dick has tried to before (surprise Jason knows about Dick beating the Joker!AU!?). But Jason - what? Needed that from Bruce? Couldn't accept it from Dick because that would mean being saved and Jason was anticipating... Jason bites his tongue and tastes blood and holds fast to his neck.
Slade seeks Jason out after everything. The vision of smug triumph and Jason loses it on him. Raging because of all Jason's losses and having to see Slade smile like they mean shit all
It's a vicious lashing out. It's Jason shoving Slade back, unprovoked, and screaming as best as his torn throat will allow. An ugly rasp and painful gasps.
Slade gets impatient about it, restraining Jason by his wrists and shoving him back against the wall. Keeping Jason pinned despite how Jason fights him. And Slade's voice is even as he tries to talk Jason down, but Jason keeps fighting him so Slade snaps, as well. Snarling at Jason because 'you asked for this.'
Regret hits Jason in an instant. For everything. Everything.
He mourns the children, but Slade wouldn't understand the loss, would he?
Slade doesn't appreciate the lack of gratitude or the personal attack. If Jason wants to make it personal though, Slade will give as good as he gets.
And he doesn't believe it, but he says it anyway: 'you deserved it. all of it.'
There's a cruelty in that which cuts too deep. And Jason has been cut one too many times.
They fight. It's not much of one because Jason is beaten already. Blood bleeds through the bandages at his throat, sopping through torn and sloppy stitches. There's still water in Jason's lungs, shrapnel in his chest and grief and anguish heavy in his heart.
Slade doesn't so much retaliate as he restrains. Because for mad as he is, he's not there to hurt Jason past how he already apparently has.
It ends with Jason forced to his knees on the floor, bent over and pressed into a makeshift cot. Body trembling as he breaks for all the loss that happened in a single night.
He shouldn't have come back. He should've let himself suffocate in that fucking coffin. Good riddance. Good fucking riddance.
'Why did you ask me to intervene if this is how you were going to act?'
'Because he would have chosen me.'
'So would I.'
'You didn't.'
Slade and Jason being on two different pages for the first time since they fell into a tumultuous relationship. They're both damaged, both a little fucked in the head. What they need and what they give are incompatible in that moment and Slade might adore this boy - but he doesn't have the capacity to put together broken things. And Jason might be at a point in his life where he doesn't want to be put together at all.
'You're a child.' Slade would sneer. 'Looking to be saved by heroes.'
'So kill me! That's what you do, huh!?' Just such a low point. Drawing in all of Slade's personal failures and mixing them with Jason's own hopelessness. 'So do it. Do it!'
But of course Slade doesn't. He pushes away. He leaves.
And Jason picks up his pieces on his own.
Something about messy breakups and the struggle with age differences and loving someone but not in the way they need and the responsibility of someone else's mental health and the line on those expectations and just. Tragedy all around.
For real, I love sladejay as a comedic ship I don't know what the heck this was I didn't even get to jealous!Dick Grayson I'm (」°ロ°)」 but this is so long already ahahahaha hopefully this is...fine? It's new! I'll get better with more exposure/practice hahahaha.
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fortanuvasyama · 4 months
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#THEY DID WHAT TO JASON?????#ALSO IF ROSE HAD TO RESUCITATE HIM IT MEANS HE DIED BC OF WHAT BRUCE DID????#omg
@crepus i spotted your tags and had to say something lol
the answer is... maybe??? idk what Jason would have done if he was brought into the fight under different circumstances, but he did choose to work with Joker B of his own free will (and agreed pretty quickly, though that might be more because the [supposed] plan was to kill Joker A) (and also bc Joker B has decided he's not the Joker after all and that he needs to kill Joker A after which I guess Joker B would... die? kill himself? i think? idk man) and he actually set up a distraction with Rose to prevent Bruce from interfering (bc I'd imagine Bruce wouldn't want him to kill Joker A 😒)
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(side note: lost my shit laughing here at the entourage of actual bats following the batmobile)
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(btw that kid with Rose up there ^ was part of Joker B's group and Jason had the condition that the kid be uninvolved if Joker B wanted Jason's help)
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(that's why Rose has the kid with her, so Batman can help the kid)
ANYWAYS so Jason is at the fight because he wants to be/he has a chance to kill a Joker/Joker B gassed him into not being paralyzed by fear, so depending on which motivation you think is right then one could argue that it's Bruce's fault he's involved.
BUT ANWAYS.... the set-up here is: Joker B is driving a train that will (unbeknownst to Jason) crash into Gotham and cause a big boom. It's a trap to lure in Joker A - who wants to kill Joker B because there must only be one Joker, blah blah - and Joker A comes swooping in on a dirigible/blimp (filled with bombs) to blow up the train.
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A big fight between them and the henchmen ensues, Jason gets Joker A at gunpoint, and then Joker B reveals the true plan, and Jason gets booted out of the conductor's car.
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(btw i'm omitting panels that are unnecessary to my narration, there's more in-between chatter that makes the story flow better)
so Jason decides to go for the blimp and steals Killer Moth's suit-wings-jetpack-thing (no idea what it really is) to get there, and hijacks the blimp. He tries to call for Batgirl (Stephanie atm) and gets Batman instead, and outright tells Bruce that he chose to do this, and also that they need to stop the gas in the train and the bombs in the blimp somehow. But there's no way to do either in a way where the gas won't blow into the city anyway...
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And so Jason's solution is...
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a big explosion that eats up the gas with the bombs in the blimp.
(genuinely a miracle he's not dead just from that lmao)
And there's an argument to be made that, uh, Jason... drowned. And was dead. For a pretty solid amount of time.
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and Rose resuscitates him!
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Rose is a miracle-worker apparently lol
A N Y W A Y S the point is, yeah Bruce could be held responsible for part of this if you look at it a certain way. I definitely think Jason's plan of blowing up the ship he was on by crashing into something in order to save people is very reminiscent of a certain other time.....
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.....yep.
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dawnstruck · 2 years
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Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Thanks....
I'm probably super late to answer, but this is such an interesting question. The following list is in no particular order; I'll also mostly disregard what I think of the franchises in general, any shipping stuff, and whether or not I think the character was done justice in canon. With many series, I kept reading/watching beyond what I truly enjoyed, because I adored the characters. A good story is important, but I won't truly get invested unless there is a person or dynamic I wholeheartedly love. Also, this got way longer and more poetic than I intended.
Levi Ackermann (Attack on Titan): Love him. Love him to bits. Love that he is technically an overpowered character, but so fallible. Always falling short in a lot of way, often unable to save those he loves. Still trying to do what's right, trying to make the world a better place. He is so full of hurt, and love. I love how everything about him is a contradiction; he is tiny but Humanity's Strongest, a literal son of a whore and the commander's right hand man, a thug with a potty mouth and a cleaning fetish. Levi cares and he cares so deeply. He is such an iconic character
2. Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist, particuarly 2003): Another tiny boi. Full of genius and heart and grief and rage. Edward is intriguing because he learned a really hard lesson when he was just a child. The story literally opens with him making the biggest mistake of his life, and then follows him trying to make amends. I love how is a spunky teen, and a major in a corrupt military, and a big brother, and a prodigy. A loud protagonist like him could easily have been a caricature, but instead he has a lot of facets and depths, and seeing him grow was a delight.
3. Ronan Lynch (The Raven Cycle & The Dream Trilogy): Ronan. Ronan, Ronan, Ronan who is capable of the most fanciful dreams and the most garish nightmares. Whose greatest gift is the worst burden anyone can possibly imagine. He is so tough and so vulnerable. Ronan is bruised knuckles and black boots and sprawling tattoos; he is Sunday mess and hand cream and raven chicks hand-reared in his palm. Ronan grows an entire forest out of a dead language, he would die for his family and friends, and kill for them, too. He prays and dreams and does not talk about his feelings. Ronan is barbed wire: he hurts and he protects, and sometimes he gets all tangled up in himself, only few people dare get close enough to try and unravel him again.
4. Dean Winchester (Supernatural): Hurt boi #4 because they are my favorite flavor. I love that he had to grow up way too quickly. From the beginning of the series, he was such an interesting juxtaposition, hyper-masculine but also geeky, a maternal figure to his brother and a failure in his own eyes, chosen by God and hunted by Hell. He went through so much and still always tried to put other people first. Self-destructive to a fault, insanely quotable, stupidly handsome, and beautifully 3-dimensional.
5. Tanaka Ryounosuke (Haikyuu!!): The joker, the idiot, the loudmouth, the perv even. The backbone of Karasuno that never breaks. Tanaka has such beautiful contrasts in him. He could be such a one-note character (if haikuu had any one-note characters), but instead he is what the team desperately needs. Where everyone else has their moments of weakness and despair, Tanaka is so reliable on the court, which makes the one match where he hits a wall feel so daunting. I love that he messes around a lot but, ultimately, he is always there, from the very beginning. I love his posturing and how he is ultimately just a boy from a small town. I love that he gets the girl. I also love that Saeko is his sister, but she didn't quite make it onto this list.
6. Fa Mulan (Disney, animated original, ofc): Mulan was my crush and my rolemodel and my pre-teen bisexual awakening. She embodied genderfluidity in a way that was way ahead of its time. Mulan is soft and feminine and caring, she is tomboyish and klutzy and wicked-smart, she is strong and manly and suited for war. Mulan's decision to join the army was not born out of a need to run away or prove her worth or to kill the Huns. She did it out of love, to protect her father, her family, her country. She knowingly put herself in grave danger, either by dying on the battlefield or by being found out. To me, the moment she is pulls herself up the pole to get the arrow is one of the most iconic in film history; that shit shaped me. She also managed to bag Shang, and boy, was he the other half of my sexual awakening.
7. the Unicorn/Lady Amalthea (The Last Unicorn): The whimsical fairy tale setting allows for such interesting story setting. The idea that she is the last of her kind, that she didn't even know because she was living in her eternal forest, that she left the sanctity of her home to look for the others, with no idea what she would find... I love that she, too, is ultimately a terrible and ancient thing, much like the harpy. I love her arrogance and ignorance, her wisdom and naivety. I love that she is turned into a human and hates it, and hates it more when she falls for Prince Lear. I love that she has to be brave and fight to save the other unicorns, that she succeeds but is forever changed. She is the last unicorn, and the first that learns to love. It's such a bittersweet ending, such a painful parting, and cherishes it nevertheless.
8. Brienne of Tarth (A Song of Ice and Fire): A tall woman. An ugly woman. A woman who is ugly and stays ugly, who grows strong because and in spite of it. The world has been so terrible to Brienne, many times over, but still she chooses to be kind. She devotes herself to Renly because he danced with her once, to Caitlyn because she showed her kindness, to Jaime even because he finally looked and truly saw her. I love how, especially in the books, we get to see a lot of Brienne through Jaime's eyes, how she grows more beautiful and precious the more he gets to know her. Brienne does not have to change for a man to love her; a man is changed because he loves her. Brienne is valor and strength and hard work through and through. She is a knight and she is a woman and neither has been a easily won.
9. Minerva McGonagall (Harry Potter): Do I even need to say anything? McGonagall, especially as portrayed by Dame Maggie Smith, is an icon. She is a badass. She cares for her students, even if she doesn't openly show it. She is easily the best teacher at Hogwarts, for quite a number of reasons. She is loyal and good and true. She does not pull her punches. She's witty and visceral and the kind of grounded mature character that HP needed, without turning into a caricature like some of the others. Many of the most memorably moments from HP canon, imo, involve McGonagall. From her welcoming the first-years over her feud with Umbridge to her stepping up against Snape and finally desperately calling Harry's name when she believes him dead. I was never a true Potterhead, but God, do I adore her.
10. Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf): The sidekick that was the protagonist to most. Dylan O'Brien brought so much to the table here. Stiles is the everyman amidst a sea of monsters, and yet he is the true force to be reckoned with. Stiles was the heart of the show and the brain. He was the snark and the ace up their sleeves. I love my quiet, tormented boys, but I also love my loud-mouthed idiots who are actually crucial for the group to succeed. I stopped watching TW a long time ago, but I still often think about Stiles.
Some honorable mentions:
Sokka (Avatar: The Last Airbender)
Keith (Voltron: Legendary Defender)
Sailor Mars/Rei (Sailor Moon)
Madame Adelaide (Aristocats)
Elle Woods (Legally Blonde the Musical)
Thor (MCU)
Spock (Star Trek)
Newt Scamander (Fantastic Beasts)
Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III (How to Train Your Dragon)
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If I do end up writing Batfam fics at some point, I really want to do one where Damian shows up at the manor determined to be the perfect heir to Batman, except he’s met with all these competent vigilantes/disaster humans that his father loves and comes to the conclusion that to be the perfect heir to his father, he too has to care for these dumpster fire train wrecks of human beings.
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Jasonette July Day 14: Loss
Written by: The Maribat Pit  @jasonette-july-event Prompt: Loss Rated: T (Presumed Major Character Death) Based on the trailer for the upcoming Gotham Knights game: https://youtu.be/IhVf_3TeTQE (TW: flashing images towards the end of the trailer)
Jason is walking home on a rainy night in Gotham after a long day working with Roy.  He was hoping to quickly get back home to his girlfriend and relax for a few days. He felt his phone vibrate, he took it out from his pocket to see it was a call from Batman. The words “Incoming Transmission: Code Black” were written boldly across his screen. Jason had a bad feeling about this. He walked into a nearby alley and looked around to see if he was truly alone before taking this urgent call.
He was unsure whether to pick up the call or not, his relationship with Bruce had been strained ever since he was killed by the Joker and came back as the Red Hood. Even if they had reconciled, they still argued and disagreed with one another.  This was probably him asking if he was willing to go undercover again like he had done with Black Mask.  He continued to stare at the phone, thinking of all the possible reasons that Bruce may have wanted to call him. “What is Code Black?” He thought to himself as he answered the call.
His phone sparks to life with the image of Bruce, Jason immediately knew something was wrong. Bruce never showed his face in any Bat related communication. “If you’re watching this, I’m dead.” Jason could not believe what he was seeing, he barely registers the rest of the message. Thinking back to how he first met Batman, trying to steal the wheels off the Batmobile. To him, Batman was invincible, invisible and unstoppable. After all his training as Robin and even after his return as Red Hood, a small piece of him had felt that Batman could not be beaten. He had watched Batman face aliens from outer space and gods from another world. Knowing that Batman was well and truly gone felt...impossible.
He slowly trudges home, his vision blurs as he slowly makes it home on autopilot. He enters his apartment, not even taking his wet clothes or shoes off. Marinette hears him walk in, “Welcome home Jay, I made boeuf bourguignon.” Jason doesn’t even notice her, and in that moment she knew something wasn’t quite right. Normally Jason would joke about how it was a miracle nothing was burning, it could happen, given how clumsy Marinette was.  He slowly drags his feet to the living room and slumps on the sofa, his head in his hands. Marinette peeks her head around the corner, looking visibly concerned.  
Marinette slowly walked to the sofa and sat next to Jason, putting a hand on his thigh. “Jay?” she quietly asked.
Jason’s voice begins to crack “He’s gone, I can’t believe it, he's really gone.” He lifts his head up to look Marinette dead in the eye, “Mari, Bruce is gone.”
Marinette gasps, she had heard the news report but she didn’t think it was true.  She had assumed it was the start of an elaborate ruse, but the look in Jason’s eyes told her otherwise.  Marinette knew Jason and Bruce’s relationship was complicated, but he was visibly hurt and shocked by the news.  Jason wanted a lot of things, he never really wanted Bruce to die, not like this anyway. If that were the case he would have gone through with his plan of blowing up the Batmobile, all those years ago.  Marinette reached up to gently wipe a tear from his face, he held her hand close to his face before she could pull it away.  It was the first of many that would be shed at that moment.
For so many years, before and after he died, Jason wanted Bruce to understand him.  He seemed like a pointy-eared brick wall at times, he never thought there would come a day when it would fall.  Batman had almost seemed untouchable, even when Bane broke his back, he came back stronger than any of them.  Marinette gave a startled little squeak as he pulled her close to him, before wrapping her arms around him. He pulled away slightly but her face was still very close to his, he ran his thumb along her cheek as she leaned into his touch.  He savoured the warm softness beneath his fingertips.  His teary eyes looked into hers for a moment, before he leaned in close to kiss her.  At that moment, he needed to feel the warmth that radiated off of her.  He needed to hold her close to him, he needed to know that she was really there, and not just a cruel fleeting dream.  
Marinette was surprised, in the years that she had known him this wasn't a side of Jason that she had seen before.  There was a feeling of desperation in that kiss, one that only Marinette was privy to.  Whenever Jason kissed her in the past, sometimes it was passion, sometimes with a gentle softness, and other times because he took a certain delight in making her blush.  This time there was passion, but almost never with the desperation and anguish he felt at that very moment.  By contrast, Marinette was a lot more trusting, more forgiving, more optimistic.  It was something that Jason didn’t take lightly, especially considering the person he was by comparison.  With the Kwamis' help, she had seen him through his bouts of pit madness.  Nevertheless, when the kiss broke, she was breathless for a moment, but she didn't pull away.   She rested her forehead against his, brushing aside the occasional tear from his eyes.
For the rest of the night Jason continued to hold Marinette close to him, his chest heaved with sobs every so often. Even with his complicated relationship with Bruce, he was still the one who adopted, taught and cared for this street urchin of Gotham. As the two held each other, Jason’s phone began to ring, displaying Nightwing’s blue bird symbol on screen. Jason took out the phone and looked to see who was calling. He stared at the screen, unsure how to talk to Dick after the loss of Bruce. He looks back to Marinette, ”answer it” she told him with a gentle smile, he needs to be with his family now.
Jason took a deep breath and answered “Hello?”
He could hear Dick’s voice, unusually hoarse on the other end “Hey Little Wing, you saw the message didn’t you?”
Jason solemnly responded “Yeah. I got his message.”
“We need you Jason, just as Bruce said, Gotham needs its guardians. We’re all here at the Belfry. Babs, Tim, Steph, even Duke and Cass. Are you with us?” asked Dick.
Jason looks back to Marinette, who then nodded to him with a smile and mouthed “Go.”
He turns back to the phone, “I’ll be there in an hour, Ladybug can handle things here”.
As he ends the call and stands up from the sofa, Marinette puts a hand to his chest and lifts a finger, signaling to wait just a moment before running to the bedroom. She returns with two wrapped presents, “They were meant for your birthday next month, but...I think you need it now more than ever.”
She places the two boxes next to Jason, and asks him to open them up. Jason picks up the first box, slowly unwrapping to reveal new body armour. His eyes widen, he runs a hand across the large red bat symbol on its chest.
“Mr. Fox and I worked on this for you, he may be an excellent inventor but he lacks a tailor’s touch.” she explained. Taking out a cue card from the gift box, Marinette clears her throat and begins reading from it. “The tri-weave bodysuit consists of an outer and inner layer made from a titanium-dipped tri-weave fiber mesh.”  Marinette tried to read the words with some confidence, despite the fact that English was her second language. She wasn’t even sure if English speakers understood what these words meant. “Sandwiched in between is the MR-fluid based liquid armor system. The proprietary WayneTech Smart MR-fluid hardens in response to impacts, specifically designed to provide superior shock absorption.” As she read the cue card, Marinette thought working these materials into the design was challenging enough, never mind having to list out what they were for.  Still, not everyone had her magical super suit, so she never really thought about how a normal human would have to shield themselves.  Judging by the smile growing on Jason’s face, clearly she was reading some things right. “The liquid body armor layer is also more flexible than the ceramic or fiber-based armour, allowing for greater maneuverability.”  Marinette took a breath and gently placed the cue card back into the box, “I hope you understood those words, because I didn’t” she joked, and for the first time since he’d come home she saw Jason smile. “I also modelled it after your favourite hoodie for maximum comfort.” Saying the last two with emphasis as if it was the most important thing when it came to armour.
Jason chuckles, “This is perfect Pixie, thank you.” As he stands up to give her a hug, she stops him and gestures to the other gift. As he opens the second box he sees within a new Red Hood helmet. “Same materials as your suit. Light, breathable and comfortable.”
Jason picks up the new helmet and begins inspecting it from all angles. He is curious about the black embellishments around the vision slits of the helmet. “Hey Pixie, what's with the dark eye rings?” he asks, turning his head to face her.
She gives him a wink “Red Hood with a pinch of Ladybug.”
Jason places the helmet down and goes to the bedroom to change into his new armour.  Tikki zooms over and both of them give each other a firm nod. If Jason was putting his trust in Marinette to hold the fort here, there was no way she was going to let him down.
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nightwingmyboi · 4 years
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So remember how you made a post about Dick killing the clown? I remembered something else.. Which needs some love too but I'm not.. articulate enough. It's Tomasi's Nightwing run, him and Tim went to an island to save the mother of.. something. And Dick killed a man, like electrocuted him and let him drown and we got shots of the dead guy with other drowned corpses, to save a baby. That was. Oof. Horrible villain though I'm glad he's dead.
Yeah, that situation is pretty interesting. I feel like you articulated it just fine...like you said, Dick caused lightning to strike a guy named Creighton Kendall in order to save a baby. 
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Nightwing (1996) #146
Nightwing definitely killed that guy, and it was kind of sudden! Now, I would add that Dick only resorted to such measures after Kendal threatened the baby, and that anon is spot on when they say that Kendal was a horrible human being. He committed mass murder, and he had a room full of hundreds of dead babies. So, absolute shitbag. Even Talia tried to shut his operation down. So, Dick isn’t killing some run of the mill criminal here. Still, Dick didn’t really dwell on how he handled the situation, which one maybe might expect considering how he has gone to great lengths to avoid killing in the past?
I had to mull this situation over for a while, because I couldn’t decide whether I thought it was out of character or not. How could someone who is often described like this: 
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New Titans (1988) Annual #7
Seemingly forsake his moral code so quickly and easily? Eventually, I feel like I was able to wrap my head around things. I do think that this was ultimately in character for Dick, though perhaps Tomasi should have addressed the impact/aftermath more. I think that the key thing to realize is that, as much as Dick’s morality is often simplified to being Bruce’s no-kill rule copy and pasted, it’s all a bit more complex than that. 
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Nightwing (1996) #112
Batman would say that morals are the bottom line, the thing that lasts. I’ve heard him say that no matter what, you can always depend on yourself to respond with predetermined ethical integrity. I know that’s true for him, but I’m not so sure I agree with the principle in general. I think most of us surprise ourselves a lot. 
So, simplifying here, but ultimately, Bruce’s code prioritizes “ethical integrity.” In Gotham’s senseless violence and chaos, Bruce anchors himself through his belief in justice. This is why, for Batman, “morals are the bottom line.” So Batman doesn’t kill. And, even for the Joker, Bruce won’t step across the line. 
Dick isn’t like that. Where Bruce is devoted to justice, to fundamental right and wrong, in a way that can at times make him seem cold, Dick’s loyalty is to people first and foremost. Dick feels an obligation to Bruce for all that he has done for him. Even more than that, Dick wants to make Batman proud. And it is that--it is Dick’s loyalty to Bruce--that motivates Dick to follow Batman’s code. 
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Teen Titans/Outsiders Secret Files
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Maybe what matters most is the person we’re hoping to impress. For years and years, I tried to evaluate every move I made through Batman’s eyes. I was morally reliable, predictable. When I finally let go of that, I was lost. 
Dick doesn’t totally buy into Bruce’s ideology, but he has loads of respect for the man. He wants to be deserving of Bruce’s love, and he believes in Bruce enough to trust in Batman’s code and his training. 
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Having someone count on you for their physical and emotional safety is intense. It’s another set of expectations you have to live up to. And maybe they’re even more demanding than the ones you set up for yourself. 
But really, in the end, Dick isn’t as focused as Bruce is about doing what is ethically right. He’s primarily concerned with doing the thing that helps protect the people who rely on him. For Dick, friends and family are the most important thing, much more important than his own morality. This is why, whenever his loved ones are in in serious danger or are killed, you’ll see Dick contemplate crossing the line. 
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New Teen Titans (1984) #18. When Kory seemingly dies in an explosion, Dick threatens to kill Komand'r
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New Teen Titans (1988) #75. The Titans are nearly dead, and Dick snaps.
And by “contemplate,” I mean yell and attack lol. Dick's faith in Bruce’s code can and has been eclipsed by his desire to help people, especially when his friends and family are in serious danger. You’ll also see this pattern in the situation with the Joker. Tim seemingly dies and the Joker has spent the last several years causing hell for Dick’s family, so Dick choses to cross the line Bruce has drawn and beat the Joker to death. 
I feel like Bruce and Dick’s responses here really sum it up. See, when Bruce slips up and nearly kills the Joker (a trend in this family, I know), he thinks about the morality of his action, and regrets that he nearly became part of the evil that killed his parents: 
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Batman (1940) #614
But, in contrast, when Dick allows Blockbuster to die, Dick doesn’t initially think about how it was wrong to kill someone. 
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Nightwing (1996) #93
He thinks about how he has failed and let Bruce (and even Tarantula) down. Because, while Bruce views his actions in terms of ethics, Dick views his actions in terms of people. This is why Bruce and Dick, despite having very similar priorities, are often in conflict, because, though Dick is loyal to Bruce, the people Dick loves are always going to be more important to him and take priority over a code of ethics. And, though Bruce cares deeply for others, Batman can’t sacrifice his beliefs, not even for his family’s sake. Interesting dichotomy there. 
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Mwahahaha >:D Thanks to the S/O’s traumatic fear of hospitals post I now have an idea! As a sequel to it, can I get Headcanons where Akira and Akechi get critically injured (from Metaverse or an accident I dunno) & they have their own death experiences while in the hospital/ER (they survive thanks to the promises they made with their S/O but still) and their worried S/O visits?
*Casually posts this at 3am* I return from the Super Mega Hell I call transcribing interviews to bring you this
Also… Uh very minor Royal spoilers I guess? In Royal there’s a chance that Mementos is completely dark when you go to one floor but that’s it
As for Akechi’s part… Spoilers for the seventh palace (for vanilla P5) so just incase anyone here is not up to this part I put his part under the cut!
Akira Kurusu & Goro Akechi getting injured and having a near death experience with a S/O who is scared of hospitals for that exact reason
Akira Kurusu:
> Everything was going rather smoothly
> You were in Mementos, taking care of a few requests
> But eventually, you got to a floor that was particularly confusing… And completely pitch black
> “Um Joker? I’m pretty sure I’ve seen this broken wall like three times already.” Skull said as he pressed his face against the window 
> “Did I make a wrong turn? No but… I went right and…” Joker muttered to himself as he mentally tried to recall the path he took
> “Should we go back to where we were?” You asked as you squinted trying to see anything in the darkness
> “I’m not exactly opposed to that idea but um, where exactly would that be?” Asked Fox
> “Navi, can you see anything?” Noir asked as she turned to the hacker
> The girl opened her mouth to answer only to be cut off by something no one wanted to hear
> Rattling chains
> “That doesn’t sound good…” Crow said as he leaned forward to grip the driver seat
> “Joker we have to-” Mona began to say
> He didn’t get a chance to finish however as moments later, the Mona car was knocked over causing the Thieves to scream in fear and tumble out
> “Do we even stand a chance?” You asked as you gripped your weapon and looked at the Shadow before you
> The Reaper was… Well, terrifying
> “We don’t really have much of a choice.” Crow replied as he raised his saber
> “Get ready everyone!” Joker called as he rushed towards the Shadow
> You were hitting it with everything you had
> Magic, melee attacks, guns… Even Almighty attacks
> But it seemed like that was barely effecting him
> And what’s worse, you were running out of items
> “Joker…” You say as you turn to him
> Everyone is exhausted, all of you are breathing heavily, trying your best just to stay conscious
> You watch Joker, the leader, your boyfriend, lets out a shaky breath as he turns to Mona
> “Mona… Turn into the car and… Please… Get them out of here.”
> “’Them’? Wait, Joker you don’t-”
> “Please.”
> “No, Joker, you can’t be ser-”
> “I leave you in charge of driving, [Code name].” He says before turning back to the Shadow and aiming his gun at it
> “Wait!-”
> “See you at the entrance.” He says with a smile as he fires a couple of times before turning and sprinting in the opposite direction of the Thieves
> “We- I- We have to-” You stutter out as you turn to try and run after him but then you feel someone’s hand on your shoulder
> “Joker gave you a task to do didn’t he?” Crow says as he gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze
> “But…” You say, tears making your vision blurry
> “Come now, this is Joker we’re talking about, I’m sure he meant what he said.”
> You sniffle quietly before nodding
> “You’re r-right.. Let’s go, everyone.”
~~~
> It’s silent on the way back
> You glance over at Crow who is sitting in the passenger seat and notice that his expression is a lot more… Different than usual
> You’re used to seeing his signature polite yet charming smile but this time he looks…
> Scared.
> Does that mean?…
> No, don’t think like that. This is Joker we’re talking about. I mean… This man runs across rooftops without the slightest care there’s no way he could be defeated…
> Right?
> After a bit more driving you eventually manage to reach the first floor
> But instead of going up the last platform you stop, just right before it 
> “Hm? [Code name]?” Queen says as she leans forward a bit
> “I- I want to wait for him.” You say, trying your best to keep your voice from shaking
> You can almost feel everyone turn to look at you but instead of saying anything else you just grip the wheel a bit tighter
> “… Okay.” Crow says after what feels like ages, “let’s wait five minutes and then go up, alright?”
> You nod and bite your lip
> You can’t cry right now, because Joker is fine, and if Joker is fine, then there’s no need to cry
> You repeat these words over and over like a mantra but…
> … Five minutes pass, and Joker is nowhere to be seen.
> You let out a shaky exhale as you grip the wheel once more
> “We-” you begin as you shut your eyes “we have to go up.”
> No one says anything, but it doesn’t matter
> You know everyone’s thinking the same thing.
> You watch as the other Thieves slowly climb out of the Mona car, supporting any of the members that can’t quite find the strength to stand anymore
> Once you’re all out, Mona quickly turns back into his usual form and quickly walks up to you
> “[Code name], let’s go.” He says tugging at your outfit lightly 
> You give a quick nod before finally climbing up the stairs
> You’re exhausted and you wish for nothing more than to collapse on your bed and sleep for about a week
> But what you see as soon as you climb the final step makes you instantly break out into a sprint
> Leaning against the wall is… Joker
> His clothes are torn and there’s blood everywhere but he’s really there
> He’s alive
> “Hey, what took you so lo-” He says before you knock the air out of his lungs as you collide into him
> “Oh my God.” You mutter into his chest as you wrap your arms around him tightly
> You hear him hiss which can’t mean anything good but you feel one of his hands slowly rise until its settled on your back
> “Joker! Y-you made it!” Skull shouts as he hobbles as quickly as he can towards you
> “Oh my, you look horrible!” Noir exclaims as she quickly glances at him
> “We need to get him medical help, now.” Crow says as he glances towards the entrance
> “Yes, um, what’s the quickest way to get to the hospital again…” Queen mutters more to herself than anyone else
> “Come on guys…” Joker begins, his voice a lot quieter than before, “I’m fi…” 
> He doesn’t get to finish his sentence, instead he just slumps forward causing you to stumble as you try to keep the two of you upright
> “Oh no, Akira! Akira wake up!” You shout as you shake him slightly
~~~
> When he opens his eyes again, he finds himself in a dark room
> He groans quietly as he turns his head to try and get a better understanding of his surroundings
> Upon closer inspection, he notices that this isn’t just a ‘dark room’, it’s a prison cell
> Or to be more exact, his prison cell
> Wait then that means that I’m…
> “How did I end up here?” He mutters as he slowly sits up and stares at the all too familiar bars
> “Hm? Oh my,”
> “So you finally woke up huh, Inmate?!”
> Akira watches as the twin wardens turn and face him at the same time
> “How did I get here?” He asked
> Instead of an answer, Akira just hears a deep chuckle
> “This place exists between mind and matter… I believe this should be enough to answer your question.”
> It really isn’t but okay
> “Don’t look at our Master with such a dumb expression Inmate!” Caroline says as she slams the bars with her baton
> “Caroline, I don’t believe this was his intention.” Justine says with her usual calm voice “I suppose he is simply confused.”
> “… Am I dead?” Akira asks turning his head towards Justine
> “Not exactly.” She answers as she glances at her clipboard
> “It seems you’re too stubborn to die, maybe you do have potential after all.” Caroline adds as a small smile appears on her lips
> “Your friends also seem very determined to keep you alive, they’re the reason why you woke up.” Justine says
> “My friends?” Akira asks 
> “They practically dragged you to the nearest hospital! You should thank them for all their efforts!” Caroline says with an angry expression
> “Yes, it seems the bond you share is truly something special.” Justine says with a polite smile
> “Yeah, so stop wasting time and wake up already!” Caroline says before slamming the bars with the baton once more
~~~
> Once again, Akira finds himself opening his eyes
> Only this time, he’s staring at a white ceiling as opposed to a dark prison cell
> Also this time instead of the sound of water dripping, he hears beeps
> Turning his head to confirm his suspicions, he finds a monitor showing his heartrate
> Huh, so he really is in a hospital
> “Akira?”
> “[Name]?”
> He tries to turn his head back but before he can you’re already leaning over him
> “I was so worried… You- You collapsed so I- I tried to wake you up but you…” You practically sob these words out
> “Hey, hey [Name] it’s okay, take a deep breath and try to calm down okay?” Akira says as he raises a hand up to your cheek
> You hate hospitals, he knows that
> Yet here you are, right by his side
> He must’ve made you really worried if you managed to conquer one of your greatest fears
> He makes a mental note of how he will have to make this up to you once he gets out 
> “You stopped breathing Akira.” You cry out as tears make their way down your cheeks
> Oh God, how does he even respond to something like that?
> “… I did?”
> Wow, congratulations dumbass.
> “Yes! I- We- Doctor Takemi… Oh God…” 
> “[Name], [Name], hey, it’s okay, breathe with me okay? Come on, deep breath in…” Akira says before taking a deep breath
> You let out a few more sobs before trying your best to copy him
> Once you do, he smiles softly and deeply breathes out, hoping you will do the same
> The two of you continue this for a while, and eventually you manage to calm down
> “Good, it’s okay now [Name], I’m okay.”
> “Please don’t… Don’t ever do that again.”
> He nods as he strokes your cheek again
> “I promise.”
Goro Akechi:
> “Long time no see” Crow says to the group before his eyes land on you
> You couldn’t help but look away
> This wasn’t how it was meant to be
> You knew what he was planning, but you always thought hoped that you would be able to change his mind
> You quietly listen as Crow talks to the group and clench your fist when he tells you about Shido being his father 
> Panther gives you a quick worried glance but you just raise your head and look directly at Crow
> “Why? Why must you be against us? We- We could’ve-”
> “Let’s finish this.” Joker says cutting you off
~~~
> It doesn’t take long for you to defeat the enemies 
> “Goro…” You mutter quietly as you raise your hand slightly
> But then, something you never expected happens
> You watch as that mysterious persona, who you now know as Loki, appears once more and transforms Crow’s pristine white outfit into a dark blue and black costume, the small red cape turning into a ripped up black fabric and his pure white gloves turning black with talon like fingertips
> “You’re going down… I’ll destroy you…. Go down with me!” Crow shouts as more of the red mist surrounds him
> “That bastard, he made himself go psychotic!” Skull says reaching for his weapon
> “No…” You say as you stare in disbelief
> “[Codename] I know this is hard for you but you need to focus right now. You can’t let him win.” Queen says as she places a hand on your shoulder
> You take a shaky breath and nod
> She’s right. You can’t lose here, you need to snap some sense back into him afterall
~~~
> “Change Shido’s heart… In my stead… End his crimes… Please!…”
> “Leave it to me.” Joker answers staring at the partition
> “We can’t…” You begin as you look from one Thief to another
> “Isn’t there some way to get this open?!” Panther says as she glances at Mona
> That’s when you hear the gunshots
> You can’t help but cry out in shock, one hand flying up to cover your mouth
> You realise the others are talking but you just stare at the partiton, tears flowing down your cheeks
> You don’t move, at least not until Fox physically has to drag you away from the partition
> You don’t really know how long the group has been walking to reach the exit, but then again, you don’t really care about that
> You’re still crying when you return to the real world, only this time there’s no mask to hide your tears
> Your face feels hot, and your head hurts which must mean you look like an absolute wreck right now
> Once again, you notice the Thieves are talking but you don’t listen
> After a couple of minutes, you notice that some of the members are slowly shuffling away and heading off in different directions
> Soon enough, it’s just you and Akira left
> “[F/n].” Akira says, as he turns to look at you “I’ll walk you home, okay?”
> You shake your head at that, mentally cursing at the shooting pain you feel moment after
> “… Here…” You practically choke out
> “Huh? I’m sorry I-”
> “I’m staying… Here…” You repeat, hand vaguely gesturing at the Diet Building
> Akira looks at you for a solid minute before nodding a few times
> “Okay… But [F/n]-”
> “I’ll go home… Later.” You say cutting him off 
> “Right.” He replies as he turn to walk towards the station “I’m sorry.”
> You listen to his footsteps for a little while, but then… There is silence.
> You’re pretty sure you’re out of tears by now, so you decide to wipe your face with both hands
> You need to calm down, crying won’t solve this
> You take a few minutes to just breathe and eventually, you feel yourself shaking a lot less
> Why did this have to happen?
> No, asking this is pointless now
> You look at the Diet Building once more and bite your lip
> Before you can fully comprehend what you’re doing, you find yourself marching towards it
> You really wish your weapon wasn’t just a plastic imitation in the real world
> Then again, what could you possibly do?
> Maybe you could-
> “Hm?” You hum to yourself as you take a closer look at the wall
> Due to it being early evening, there isn’t much natural light left but you’re pretty sure there’s something smeared on the wall
> Not only that, it seems almost like… There’s some sort of trail?
>… Wait, is that?
> You cautiously touch it with your finger before bringing it back for closer examination
> T-This is…!
> Before you can fully process why there’s blood on the wall you hear the nearby bushes rustle
> You move one hand close to your bag ready to pull out your plastic weapon as you take a few steps closer
> “Who’s there?” You ask
> “Don’t be… Stu-” The voice begins before coughing violently
> “G-Go…”
> “Mm…”
> You quickly drop your bag and use your hands to carefully move away the leaves
> Sure enough, there’s the Detective Prince, Goro Akechi, your boyfriend, lying in a small pool of his own blood
> “How- No, wait- Erm- Hospital.” You sayas you quickly move one hand towards your pocket to retrieve your phone
> “Heh…” Akechi coughs out as a small smile appears on his lips
~~~
> You were pacing the hospital hall back and forth for hours
> Despite your constant pleading, the doctors told you that you can’t be in the room
> Your hands are constantly fidgeting and the amount of times you bit your lip caused you to draw a bit of blood
> You hate this place, you would much rather be anywhere but here…
> But you can’t leave him. You won’t leave him.
> “[L/n] - san?” 
> You look up at the sound of your name 
> “Yes?” You ask as your eyes land on the doctor
> “You can go see him now, but…”
> “But what?” You ask as your eyes widen 
> “He’s in a coma.”
> You nod and give a quick thanks before walking into the room
> Your hands are shaking again
> Calm down [F/n], just breathe
> You take a deep breathand slowly step towards his bed
> Goro is wrapped in so many bandages but he’s alive
> “Goro…” You whisper as you gently stroke one of his hands “you absolute fool…”
> You stay with him until visiting hours are over
> But you return the next day
> And the day after
> It’s not until the 3rd day that he actually wakes up
> The first thing he does when he wakes up is raise one hand slightly and flex his fingers
> “Hm.” He hums looking at his hand
> “Oh my God… Goro, how are you-”
> “Terrible.” He says with an annoyed expression
> “I thought you… You know…” You say as you turn to fully look at him
> “I almost did.” He answers, a hint of sadness in his voice 
> There’s a moment of silence before he speaks up again
> “It was… A strange experience.”
> “Huh? How so?”
> He coughs before answering
> “I’m not sure how to explain it,” he says before clearing his throat “I saw… A blue room?” 
> You frown at him, clearly confused
> “Don’t look at me like that… I told you I don’t know how to describe it.” He says, his eyes scanning your face
> “Ah, um, sorry.”
> “You know, I can’t say for sure but… I thought I heard your voice in there.”
> “Hm?.. Wh- What did it say?”
> “You said I’m too stubborn to die, especially in that asshole’s Palace, plus, I heard you crying.”
> You let out a small laugh at that
> “Well, it’s not wrong.”
> “There’s no need to cry over me. I told you, I’m not wanted, I’m a backstabber, a traitor.”
> You click your tounge at that as you reach for both of his hands and squeeze them lightly
> “That’s wrong. You may have betrayed the Phantom Thieves but you are wanted. I want to be with you.”
> “[F/n]…”
> “I… I can’t say I forgive you for what you did, but that doesn’t mean I’m just going to abandon you!”
> Goro doesn’t answer
> Instead, he just squeezes back
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Cafune
Shepard’s cabin is a hell of an upgrade over crew quarters. Considerably less foot traffic, for one, private bathroom for another. The dim lighting alone is heaven. It’s always too bright on the crew deck. Hell, Kaidan even kinda likes the fish.
But it’s the company he really enjoys.
He shifts in his spot on the couch, nestling a little deeper against Shepard, who tightens the arm looped around his waist in response. Kaidan is still at least attempting to read through the reports that have been piling up. But Shepard has spent the last several minutes ignoring his datapad in favor of gazing at Kaidan.
It’s…nice. Really nice. Especially when the datapad gets tossed aside entirely and Shepard’s fingers start carding through his hair.
A smile curves Kaidan’s lips. “Hey, you.”
“Hey,” Shepard says softly. “I missed this, you know.”
“Touching my hair?”
“Mmm. Also the rest of you.” He presses a kiss to Kaidan’s temple.  
A contented sigh slips out of Kaidan’s throat. “Believe me, I missed it, too.”
Shepard’s fingers continue working, making the datapad in Kaidan’s hand less and less interesting. But then they still, followed by a deliberate intake of breath. After a few seconds, Shepard exhales and starts moving his fingers again.
“What is it?” Kaidan asks.
Another pause. “Nothing.”
Kaidan hides a smile and keeps skimming his datapad, even though at this point he isn’t reading a word. Shepard doesn’t hesitate to say what’s on his mind. Only Sam does. “Uh huh. Well, whenever you change your mind, let me know.”
Shepard grunts. But a minute later he drops his hand and shifts his position a little. “Can I ask you something?”
There it is.
“Of course.”
More shifting. “While, uh, while I was dead, did you…?”
Kaidan tightens up without meaning to. Those two years are never going to be an easy subject, especially when Shepard throws the word dead around so easily.
As if sensing his discomfort, Shepard draws Kaidan a little closer to him. “Never mind.”
Kaidan sets the datapad down and settles against him. Shepard’s death certainly isn’t a pleasant topic, but bridging it while tucked in his arms…helps. “No, go on. Did I what?”
“It’s nothing. Forget I said anything.”
“Sam. There are things about…that I’d rather not talk about. But doesn’t mean we can’t talk about it at all. What do you want to know?”
He clears his throat, expression a little sheepish. “Just…wondering if you, ah…met anyone.”
Kaidan blinks. Well. That’s…not what he expected. “Are you…asking if I dated anyone after Alchera?”
“I mean, it’s fine if you did,” he says quickly. “Two years is a long time. People move on.”
A hoarse laugh escapes Kaidan’s throat. Move on. He’d spent the first year in a fugue, and the second convincing himself that functioning wasn’t enough; he had to live, too. He hadn’t quite mastered it by the time Hackett dropped the Freedom’s Progress file in his lap.
Move on. Everyone told him he would, eventually. Some days he’d even believed them.  
“Sam…”
“Don’t worry about it,” Shepard says, voice gentle. “I shouldn’t have brought it up.”
“Why do you ask?” Kaidan asks, curious. If there’s one thing they’ve generally done right, it’s believe in the way they feel about each other. Well. Once they’d mustered the courage to say how they felt about each other, anyway.
Besides, dating is all but a foreign language to Sam. Not that Kaidan has a much better track record of it.
Shepard’s fingers return to Kaidan’s scalp. Kaidan’s not sure if it’s meant to reassure him, or reassure Sam. “I guess…your thing with Joker reminded me…I’ll never know what kind of hell you really went through.”
Ah, right. The thing. While Shepard was with Cerberus, Joker apparently hadn’t mentioned just how contentious things had gotten after Alchera.
“If you found something, er, someone, who made it a little less hellish,” he continues, “Well.”
Kaidan closes his eyes and revels in the gentle churn of Shepard’s fingers. “I don’t really…date, Sam.”
Shepard makes a noncommittal sound.
Kaidan opens his eyes, sensing a challenge. “Come on. In the five years we served together, did I ever date anyone?”
A hesitant look crosses Shepard’s face. It takes Kaidan a moment to understand it, but when he gets there he chuckles in disbelief.
“You’re actually going to say the researcher we ran into on Arcturus, aren’t you.”
Shepard withdraws his fingers from Kaidan’s hair and gestures. “Come on, you can’t argue that wasn’t a date.”
“We had drinks,” Kaidan reminds him. “Once. At your insistence. You literally wingmaned me.”
“Yeah, well, I thought I was doing you a favor,” Shepard grumbles. “The one that got away, and all that.”
“She was not the one that got away,” he says with amusement.
Shepard sniffs. “That’s good, because she was not right for you.”
“Then why…” Kaidan’s eyes widen as realization dawns. “You were jealous.”
“What, of her?”
“Yes. You were jealous.” He chuckles again as the pieces fall into place. “You were in a horrible mood when I came to find you after. Since you wingmaned me I thought you’d want to hear how it went, but you nearly took my head off. I thought you were pissed at Pendergrass for being impossible to take out in public. But you were pissed at me, weren’t you?”
Guilt flashes across his eyes. “No.”
“Sam.”
His brow furrows. “Ok…in retrospect…I was probably jealous.”
“You insisted I buy her a drink!”
“Yeah, because you kept talking about how much you enjoyed her company when she was…researching you.”
Kaidan sighs in exasperation. “She was researching my implant. We were friends. Saw each other a few times and went our separate ways. Well before you and I met, I might add.”
“You were still into her,” Shepard insists. “Come on, I know you.”  
“You ass, I was into you,” Kaidan says with a laugh. “I didn’t want to have drinks with her. You’re the one I wanted to spend that evening with.”
A smirk curves his lips. “Yeah, well, I know that now.”
Kaidan shakes his head. “So if I’d come into your quarters that night and kissed you instead of telling you about my so-called date, would that have put you in a better mood?”
Shepard grins. “Why? Did you think about kissing me?”
“When didn’t I,” Kaidan mutters.
“Boy you had it bad for me, didn’t you?” Shepard says, tracing Kaidan’s jaw with a finger.  
Kaidan raises an eyebrow, not about to give in to the gesture of affection. “I’m sorry, who shot out the window of a quarantine lab and exposed themselves to a bio engineered virus for no reason?”
Shepard squawks in protest. “What do you mean no reason? You were in that room!”
“And I’d already been exposed,” Kaidan points out.
“So I was just supposed to leave you in there was some deadly virus? I kinda like to think I’d have done that you whether I loved you or not. You think I would have left Garrus in there?”
Kaidan holds up a finger. “No. No, no. If it had been Garrus you would have used that tactical head of yours for at least a nanosecond, realized the damage was already done and taken the extra five minutes to go through the decontamination process. Or at the very least, put your helmet on to avoid exposure. But no, you shot out the glass and came after me because you were in love with me and didn’t stop to think. Or grab a helmet.”
Shepard sputters, then glares. “Ok. You might, might, have a point.”
A slow grin spreads over Kaidan’s face. “And because of it you had to spend all that time with me in quarantine. You literally took care of me when I felt like I was going to die.”
Shepard draws Kaidan back to his chest. “Kinda thought you were going to die. Scared me to death.”
“Yeah,” Kaidan says. “I won’t lie…I was glad you were there. Even if it was a little humiliating to be that incapacitated around my commanding officer.”
“I’ll take you at your worst over most people at their best,” Shepard says. His fingers return to Kaidan’s hair, and Kaidan leans into the touch with a hum. “Like hell I was going to let anything happen to you.”
“I know,” Kaidan says, and it’s true. As reckless and unnecessary as that stunt had been, the sound of that glass shattering followed by Shepard’s voice in his ear had made him feel…safe.  
Shepard clears his throat again, shifting uncomfortably. “Is it, uh, is it weird if I admit that I might have…done this a little, when your fever spiked?”
“Touched my hair?”
“Yeah.”
Kaidan chuckles softly. “Thought I dreamed that.”
“No,” he says after a pause. “I just…I don’t know. This is probably really incriminating, but I always had this urge to run my fingers through your hair.”
Kaidan smirks. “You can admit you just wanted to mess it up.”
Shepard huffs.
“You loved me,” Kaidan says with a shrug. “You may not have known it, but you did.”
Shepard nods. “In retrospect, it was really fucking obvious, wasn’t it?”
“Little bit, yeah.”
“In my defense, I have literally never been attracted to anyone before. How was I supposed to know that’s what it felt like?”
Kaidan snorts. “So it never occurred to you that being jealous when I went on a date, or unnecessarily exposing yourself to a deadly virus because I was in trouble, and wanting to touch my hair all the time, might mean you were in love with me.”
“Yeah, the porch swing also should have been a clue,” he muses.
Kaidan rearranges himself to meet Shepard’s gaze head on. “You mean back at the orchard? When I feel asleep and drooled on your shoulder?”
Shepard nearly shoves him off the couch. “So you admit it. You’ve been denying that happened for years.”
Kaidan narrows his eyes as something else clicks into place. “Did you touch my hair then, too?”
Shepard blinks. “This is about you, not me.”
“You did.”
He rolls his eyes. “Ok, maybe…very briefly…I might have.”
Kaidan laughs and settles back against him. “I knew it.”
Shepard grumbles, but snakes an arm around him once more. “Well if it was so goddamn obvious why didn’t you just kiss me and get on with it?”
“Because how could I be sure?”
Shepard stares at him. “Boy, kinda hard to believe we saved the galaxy, isn’t it?”
Kaidan grins. “You said it yourself. How good can first timers really be?”
“Not first timers anymore, are we?” Shepard asks, in a soft voice that puts a flutter in Kaidan’s chest.
Kaidan shakes his head.
Shepard’s fingers flirt with his hair once more. “So…you didn’t actually answer my question.”
The flutter dissipates. “I didn’t date anyone, Sam.”
He runs a thumb along Kaidan’s hairline, expression growing solemn. “You know that would have been okay, right? You know…I’d want you to be happy.”
Kaidan catches his hand, heart jumping into his throat and I’ll be fine echoing in his ears. “Sam.”
So that’s what this whole thing’s about. The next Alchera. The next Mars. The next time they inevitably gamble their lives and lose. Kaidan swallows and tries to pull away from him. “This…this is one of the things I don’t want to talk about.”
“Yeah,” Shepard says, keeping him close and cupping his cheek. “But you need to hear it. I want you to be happy. Always. Whatever that means.”
“I am happy,” Kaidan argues. “With you.”
“And believe me,” Shepard assures him, “I hope that never changes. But I just…need you to know.”
Kaidan’s hands shake as he slides back into his waiting arms. “Please don’t talk about this.”
“Ok,” Shepard murmurs, wrapping him up tight. Kaidan closes his eyes and breathes him in. Solid. Real. Alive. And his. “How about, instead, we talk about all those midnight meals you fixed over the years?”
“What about them?” Kaidan asks, palm slipping under his shirt in search of a heartbeat.
Shepard’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “Started as just ‘hey, there’s a stash of peanut butter and crackers in a drawer if you need a pick me up.’ Next thing you were fixing full entrees in the middle of the night.”
“I was hungry,” Kaidan replies, hiding a small smile.
“Uh huh. You’re telling me the extra plate and fork you always had waiting had nothing to do with hoping I’d show up.”
“Mom always said that if I wanted to impress someone I should learn how to cook.”
Shepard nuzzles his neck before burying his fingers back in Kaidan’s hair. “Mmhmm. So you wanted to impress me, huh? Keep talking.”
Kaidan scoffs. “What, you want to try and tell me that you appearing like clockwork was pure coincidence?”
“You caught me,” Shepard concedes. “I fell in love with the Alenko family risotto recipe.”
Kaidan huffs. Shepard plants kisses up and down his throat, letting his corona flare just long enough to send a current through Kaidan’s nerves.
“Mmmm,” Kaidan murmurs, tilting his head back to give Shepard better access. “Must have been some risotto.”
“Yeah,” Shepard mumbles between kisses. “Except it turns out it definitely wasn’t the risotto I looked forward to all those nights.”
No. It wasn’t. For either of them. Eight years ago when Kaidan had walked into a bar on Arcturus and found Shepard sitting there, it was like something had just snapped into place. For both of them.
“Quarks,” Kaidan says softly.
Shepard pauses. “What?”
“Something Tali told me a long time ago,” Kaidan explains. “That certain types of quarks are tuned to one another on a quantum level, bonded across space and time. The more you pull them apart, the harder they try to snap back together.”
Shepard lifts his head and searches Kaidan’s face. Under Kaidan’s palm, Shepard heart beats strong and steady.
“I didn’t see anyone after Alchera,” Kaidan says. “It never occurred to me. Maybe…deep down I still felt that pull.” He runs a finger along Shepard’s cheek. “Because it turns out you were still out there.”
Shepard swallows, voice catching. “You are such a romantic. You know that?”
Kaidan’s gaze drifts to Shepard’s mouth. “Say it. Please?”
“I love you,” Shepard whispers. 
Kaidan brushes a finger across Shepard’s lips. So many times he’d wanted to kiss them and hadn’t. So many times he’d wondered what it would be like and never had the courage to find out. So many chances they’d lost in the debris now buried under the snow on Alchera.
Not tonight. Tonight Kaidan kisses him slow and deep, drinking in every sigh, every soft sound that slips from his throat, reveling in the feel of Shepard’s fingers tangled in his hair. It won’t make up for all the times they’ve missed.
But it’s a start.  
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PG-13 NINJAGO REWRITE/UNIVERSE ALTERATIONS!
This is basically if the show was meant for a more teenaged and mature audience. I don't know how long this will be, but I'll just start with the characters first, because I can
Because he's my favorite, and I love him, Zane's first: Instead of being a robot, how about something more tragic? DECADES remotely close to the series beginning, Zane was in a very nice family. An adopted, blended family, but a nice family nonetheless. So, what happened? A storm? A fire? A natural disaster? Worse. A war. A raid made by the opposing side, more specifically. Zane protected his siblings and villagers from attackers, but was grabbed and lined up for execution. When they grabbed and injured an elderly man, Zane attacked the officer and punched him. A lot. Another officer muzzle bumped him off and beat him to death in front of his family. The ally side arrive and save everyone. Too bad they're too late to save Zane. All, but one. A scientist who's been reformed and is skilled in mechanics and artificial organs; synthetics. He's also lost his own son. He deserts into the woods with Zane and gets to work, replacing Zane's skin with a stretchy material close to what you find in the legs of old barbie dolls, where the legs and heads were soft, his hair with- well, wig hair, his bones and joints with metal and clock work, his normal eyes with porcelain doll eyes, and his heart with a core that keeps him running and alive. Think Tony Stark's arc reactor, but if it's removed, Zane has 15 minutes to put it back or else he'll die and stay dead. It took FOREVER, but Zane eventually awoke up. The doctor, fuck it, was so relieved and helped Zane sit up and get used to being alive again-and half metal, but let's focus on his motor skills first. He lived with this doctor for a VERY, VERY long time. For context, if we were to set this in 2021, Zane would have died in around 1923 and been brought back in 1944 and saw the doctor that worked on him die in 2010. He's OLD. Back on track, Zane learned all he does, reading, talking, cooking, and whatnot, until the master of ice pays a visit and spends the day with Zane, asking him who he is, how old he is, and how long he's been with the doctor. After his visit, and Wu's, the doctor starts to see Zane slowly realize what's happened to him, but also question where his family is. Turns out the war wasn't easily won because the doctor shows Zane a family in a graveyard, near where they live. HIS FAMILY. And his name is there too. After this, Zane is traumatized, refusing to eat, drink, sleep, and talk, even ignoring his companion in the form of the Falcon. When the doctor sees Zane shaking sporadically, and sees him drooling a lot, he realizes the toll this is all taking on his son, who breaks down emotionally and mentally in his arms.
"F-father?"
"Yes? What is it, Zane?"
"I'm supposed to be dead, right? The tombstone in the graveyard, I should be under it, right?"
Cue silence from the doctor.
"Do you love me?"
"More than life itself."
"And... you would do anything for me?"
"Anything. Why?"
"I want to die. I want you to destroy me!"
The doctor gasps and hugs Zane close.
"I can't! You're my son, Zane! I can't lose you!"
"Am I your son, or your prized possession built from scrap parts and a corpse?"
"Zane-"
"I had a sister!" Zane snaps. "A mother! A father! And three brothers and a cousin and an uncle! I died protecting them and here I am while they rest beneath the ground!"
"You're my son, Zane!" The doctor holds Zane's shoulders to steady him. "You're my son, and I do love you. You're all that I have now, son."
Zane, broken and miserable, apologizes to his father as he drives a screwdriver into his own head, forcing his father to catch him as he falls down.
When Zane comes to, he's resting in his bed and feels worse than ever, as in he's sad and guilty for going off on his father the way he did.
The doctor apologizes for not telling him sooner, admitting that Zane's recovery took so long that resurrecting his whole family would be impossible, even if he'd taught Zane how to do it, no one in his family had the same blood type and some were even allergic to the medicine used to keep Zane's body fresh.
When Zane feels a poke in his head and notices his foot twitches at random, he gets curious. "What are you working on now?"
"You've been having seizures recently. I want to make sure the small cables and wires in your brain are all set correctly, so I know none of them are causing it."
"I see."
"Can you say your name?"
"Zane."
"Can you spell it?"
Cue some focused humming as Zane struggles a little bit. "Z... A...I-"
"Wrong. Try again."
"Z... A..." Long pause. "N... E."
"Good."
"Can... Can you change things from your position? Effect my movements and mind?"
"I can try."
"Can you make me forget?"
The doctor tells Zane it would be better if he remembered his family, but Zane weeps as he admits he'll tey to destroy himself again, if he remembers his family; it's not just grief, it's also a huge amount of guilt over the fact that he's alive while his family is dead.
The doctor agrees and hides his memories of his family.
He also rigs the same wiring to his heart rate monitor; when he dies, Zane will leave and forget him, and the fact that he is supposed to be dead. He'll forget just about everything, except for his name, how to read, breathe, eat, and take care of himself.
AND THAT HAPPENS.
Zane wanders through the woods, mute and silent until some villagers take him in and give him shelter. It takes a village to raise a child, so the village pitches in. Some children try getting him to play with them, but he only stands and stares, even when a little girl tells him she thinks he's cute.
Wu finds him again, and takes him to the monastery, where Jay and Cole are.
They do not like Zane. He stands, he stares, and he barely pays attention to what they have to say, though he does stare at Wu a lot.
They also think he's creepy because, well... remember that one stance Arthur does in the movie Joker, where he stands holding himself between the door frames and looks really creepy? Zane does that. A lot. In the morning when they wake him up and at night when they're about to go to sleep.
They sort of got what was wrong when he had a seizure while cooking; Cole was talking and explaining why he and Jay were keeping their diatance from him, and then heard Zane fall and the pot OF BOILING SOUP tumble on top of him. He shouted for Wu amd Jay and held Zane until the seizure stopped and Zane just stared at him tiredly and almost like he was about to cry.
"Are you... okay, Zane?"
"... Co... Cole?"
"Yeah? What is it?"
"... I'm sorry. Dinner is... going to have to wait." Zane tries to stand, but Jay holds his shoulder.
"Dude, are you sure? We can just order takeout for the night, if you're not up for cooking."
"I'm... I'm fine... J... J..."
Jay holds Zane in front of him by the shoulders. "I'm Jay. Remember?" Zane repeats Jay's name and Jay and Cole help him to sit down at the table.
"Perhaps you should rest for the evening and allow one of your brothers to prepare dinner tonight?" Wu highly recommends as he holds a hand on Zane's shoulder, in case he has another seizure.
Zane reluctantly agrees and Jay and Cole order a pizza; Zane offered to pay, but they told him to sit the hell down.
Upon meetung Kai, Zane is back at square one, except he has Cole and Jay to keep him in check and to help Kai gor when he gets weirded out.
They all get scared when they hear and see Zane banging his head against the wall, like bending his back and head back and curling into the wall as hard as he can and when he had a really bad seizure while sleeping, but don't bring it up because he stares off into space and stops cooking.
YOU CAN ONLY IMAGINE HOW THEY REACTED WHEN THEY ALL GOIND OIT ZANE HAS BEEN DEAD ALL THIS TIME!!!!!!!
Personality wise, Zane is still smart, funny on accident, and very brave with a sixth sense, he's just the most "ninja" out of all the ninja because he's surprisingly light on his feet and quiet as a shadow. When he meets someone new, he doesn't talk. At all. It's a trust thing, so he'll whisper to anyone he does trust to talk back to the new person.
Still the ice ninja, but Kai made the mistake of interrupting a staring contest between Zane and his mirror reflection by tapping on his shoulder.
Zane spun around to face him with terrifying speed, but Kai backed up and held his hands up.
"Sorry, Zane. I just... You're... really cold."
Zane checked his outfit, which was long sleeved.
"I don't know, maybe... take a bath to warm up? Eat a little more? Get sime sunshine?"
Their one sided conversation ended with Zane staring at him before patting Kai on the head, and trying to make his spiky ass hair stay down, and returning to the mirror.
I should note:
ZANE AND MIRRORS DO NOT MIX.
He hates them. They freak him out. It has nothing to do with memories, he just gets scares that there's another him in another bathroom in another monastery in another Ninjago in another world, where it's all the same, but backwards. Sort of doesn't get that all reflective surfaces like ceramic plates, cutlery, and anyhting else of the sort are just reflecting light.
He doesn't get movies or video games, either. The other three tried teaching him, but he quickly became the player they had to look out for, because he'd get lost exploring the game's map rather than actually playing, which he found boring. Usually he'll just sit back and watch them play, ever the passive observer.
His seizures are due to immense stress and his memories trying to come back, but the little feat of tinkering his father did keeps fighting back, so whenever he's cooking and reminded of the doctor that saves him, he has a seizure.
He can take a lot of damage, but he's not good with getting electrocuted; if he's hit, he's down and useless for fifteen minutes, at least. Remember that cinstricti that almost killed him and Cole? Zane was more annoyed at the snake and concerned for Cole's safety rather than his. AND THE SNAKE DIDN'T FEEL ZANE'S RIBS. AT ALL.
The area around the core that keeps Zane alive is made if a similar material as those squishy slime balls that you sqeeze and the slime spews out of the little holes in the net, but a little more durable. Now that I think about it, it's made of a sort of ooblek substance, but it's a different matieral than cornstarche added. I don't know what, but it's made to keep the core, and Zane, from getting hurt.
Zane actually hides from Nya during her first few months of joining the team. Again, nothing to do with memory, he just got freaked out because she got kidnapped by the skeleton army. She keeps her distance, too, giving him glances and smiles while he stares at her, and Jay even switched seats with Nya to try and help Zane warm up to her, as in he'd sit next to her. He did so and got Nya to talk about something that had been eating her up inside, leading to her hugging him and crying in his shoulder. Kai and Jay were extremely close to yelling at him until Nya pulled away and thanked Zane, because she needed to cry.
When they go off on him for what happened to the monastery, Zane has a mini seizure until he sees the falcon and leaves just as the seizure starts.
Cole and Jay know what to do with these seizures, but when Kai first saw Zane having one, he held Zane and shouted for help until Zane put a hand over Kai's mouth and rubbed his eyes with the other; "I hate when that happens."
For any TLDR people: Zane's basically a reanimated corpse running on robot energy who doesn't remember his past because he asked to not remember. He can talk, he just doesn't much because it's a trust thing. Cooking is his therapeutic thing, he sleeps fine, but he has a hard time going to sleep. Still has his sixth sense and ice powers, he's just more mute and out of tune with the others; guy killed in 1923 is in 2021. Great asset to the team, even though he's the guy they keep an eye on so he doesn't get to badly hurt.
I'll write more about the other ninja, this is just to show how mature this universe alteration is going to be
Oh, yeah, here's Cole's alterations. I didn't change too much of his character, but I hope you guys still like it😅
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aaaa pls tell me stuff abt your ocs they're all so cool!! 🥺💚
Omg I finally finished answering this!!!!! 👀👀
Farcry 5: Zoë Seed!!
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Omg that’s me 😏 she was an entomologist checking out the cool insects of Hope county and unfortunately for her she doesn’t believe in private property when it comes to discovering nature. One day chosen find her trespassing on John seeds property. They think she’s a spy for the resistance as she has a camera, binoculars etc. They take her to the main church (conveniently was a Sunday) once service is over shes handed over to the father and himself and John go through her camera. They only find insect pictures and omg wow she’s not a spy. She’s indoctrinated into the cult and ends up eventually becoming John’s right hand of god 😌🙏 sinners who happen to be an extra annoyance go to her where she makes them confess in whatever way possible. Or they die in the process, whoops 💅🏻 She’s polyamorous with all of the seed siblings including Faith cos like come on now let’s be real they all crave and need loving. However she’s married to John Seed because that baby boy is everything 😤❤️ She also likes to do cult posters and help write songs and sing them cos it’s fun as hell. She is closest with John and Faith Seed specifically out of the 4 Seeds. Other cultists are scared of her, or is it respect? Hmm who knows 😌 She also tortures sinners for fun and chases them around the forest making them as shit scared as possible. Oops 😏
The Magnus Archives: is my oc who is an Avatar of the eye and Rayn Porter is my oc who a avatar of the corruption. They both have the same last name as they are both the same person just if they had gone down different entity routes in their life. I’ll talk about Rose first! (I also have an avatar of the flesh and the vast but I haven’t worked on them yet or got them ‘fully fleshed out’ 😏
Rose Porter: avatar of the Eye, marked by the stranger, the spiral and the vast.
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From an early age Rose always felt the need to watch people, to know, to understand. As she got older these feelings only became stronger and she begins to stalk people, not because she finds that person special for any particular reason they just happened to look to long at her and she saw them doing so. That just sets something off In her so now they must be followed, acknowledged, understood and scrutinised (me self projecting right into my ocs 😌). She found the Magnus institute one day as she started stalking Rosie. when she had seen the woman walking into a large glorious building she knew something was off, like the itching feeling you get, the feeling in your gut, the sensation of something important. She did not know what had over come her to walk in the building so quickly as that would ruin her chances of learning further about this person who dared make her feel so uncomfortable. But there she was. She was hired immediately of course as a librarian, then moving on the be an archival assistant, shocking to her. But obviously not to Elias Bouchard who knew just how useful her alignment to his almighty beholder. To say she had a crush on him would be an understatement. She can’t explain it. Some would call infatuation, some would call it chemistry, but smart ones say it’s because they are both devotees to the eye and she is in so much deeper than she has ever anticipated or even realises 👀
Rayn Porter: avatar of the corruption, marked by the flesh, the lonely and the stranger.
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Rayn despises people (same queen 🙄) they put animals on a higher level of respect than humans. The corruption took ahold of them as a young child, they would always follow and play with cockroaches as a child. However their mother was to say the least an unempathetic, transphobic and cruel woman to say the least. Rayn was raised in a household full of scrutiny, hate and fear. Because of this had very little friends as the only social interaction they knew was their bitch ass mother they turned to the ‘pests’ of their home. Whether these were the slugs and snails in the basement of their home, or they were the cockroaches, house centipedes and rats that dwelled in their attic. They loved and appreciated them all, but their was still something deeper to it. A deep rot had started to form in Rayn and they hated their mother and family. They hated them for how they had cast them aside for not being female, they hated them for all the mistreatment they had faced as a child. The rot started small, a odd old smell that started to lurk around Rayn. Eventually others would notice the smell but would shrug it off as the smell would soon be covered by the smell of Rayns chain smoking. Then one day Rayn was staring in mirror poking at their face and squeezing. They found a sore on her face and squeezed it, pus comes out but something moves underneath. They squeeze harder and something wriggles forth, it’s a very small, juvenile cockroach, streaked slightly in something slimey. As you can imagine that fucked them up a bit, but they learnt to embrace it. Learnt to love that crawling away just underneath their skin are thousands of little legs connected to cockroach’s of many sizes. Sometimes if not managed roaches will find themselves sneaking out of nostrils, mouth and ears. Sometimes even out from behind her eyes. One way they feed the corruption is they set forth the filth at a selected location. All it takes is for them to place a cockroach down in a building and within a week there will be a infestation so strong causing the people in said building to be taken down with it. The Cockroaches will feed on those that they can over power and The Corruption always needs feeding... (Also just want to add cockroaches themselves aren’t actually dirty, they’re actually obsessive cleaners. the locations they live in are dirty)
Telltale Batman- Roz Traegers:
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first encounter with John Doe (the eventually to be known Joker) was at the bar he frequented. They had never once seen him drink a drop of alcohol. He would order beer constantly for his alcoholic sure but never consume it himself. Aside from his alabaster white skin nothing about him seemed out of the ordinary to them. Well except the fact he liked to stare, a lot. You would constantly worry it’s because he was just judging you based on your appearance (a lot of people do) however John just likes to stare at people and found you interesting for some reason (cliches I know, but me and John Doe are basically the same person and I like to think he’d think I’m interesting). Roz has a great dislike towards the people John works with, they don’t appreciate how badly they treat him. Especially Harley. John is so obsessed with Harley and she treats him like absolute shit. Roz had a plan to get Harley arrested, however John found out and threatened to never speak to Roz again. Roz has a soft spot for Mr Freeze specifically from the gang also.
Vampyr: Rose Pine
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works as an assistant to Camellia at the florist. Rose isn’t a very chatty person and has had quite a traumatic up bringing. Her mother, sister and father are all unfortunately deceased. Her father killed her mother, then sister, then Rose, then turned the knife on himself. Rose survived her injuries (hence the scar on her throat) and was put out into the adoption system. Roses father believed he had been doing his family a service by taking their lives before they could be claimed by Ekons. Roses father had been a vampire believer long before they had even breeched the city. Rose always waves hello to Jonathan Reid when she sees him galavanting around. He always waves back and occasionally they will exchange a conversation. One evening they exchange more than just brief chit chat when Jonathan is required to save her from a group of feral Skals. Rose is very badly injured from her encounter and Jonathan ends up having to change the sweet little florist he sees most evenings into a Ekon. Rose is also good friends with Charlotte Ashbury and Charlottes mother Elisabeth. I haven’t played Vampyr in a wee while, I want to get back into it soon so plan on adding more to her story.
Outlast: Rosie Porter
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Rosie worked as a live in psychiatrist for those at mount massive asylum. She lives on the premises that way patient can be attended to at any time. Her experiences throughout life gives her empathy for those that are locked up, that the other guards and majority of other staff just don’t have. Rosie has always been able to empathise with those who would be considered ‘evil’ whether she empathised out of her own sick fascination or because of her heart hurting too much is another question. Rosies favourite patients are Eddie Gluskin and Chris Walker. She was hired after Jeremy Blaire forcibly admitted Chris Walker. Rosie is enamoured with Eddie and he knows it. Knows he has his little psychologist wrapped around his finger. However Eddie would be a hypocrite if he said he also wasn’t wrapped around her finger. Rosie is forcibly committed to the asylum by Jeremy Blaire they start Project Walrider on the patients. Rosie was against it and threatened to blow the whistle on the whole thing (dumb idea) and Jeremy uses her as the first female Walrider test subject. Rosie has engaged in an affair with her boss Jeremy Blaire when she first started working there. Due to their past ‘hands on’ relationship, Rosie is allowed more time with her patients and allowed to be alone with her patients. This has allowed for her to further her work with her patients, as they’re quite open when the know they aren’t being openly judged by the security staff.
Hannibal: Jessi Trees
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is a forensic entomologist who works alongside Beverly, Jimmy and Brian analysing dead people n shit. Jessi first met Will Graham on the scene of a crime when they had both been called out. It was the mushroom killer from memory as the soil was packed with invertebrates filled with evidence. Will has just finished doing his whole ‘this is my design’ when Jessi walks up to him and stands quietly beside him, where they say: “These fuckers are filled with worms and I don’t know shit about worms” Will Graham turns and looks at them like what the fuck? Those are dead people. Jessi merely shrugs, smirks and walks off. Jessi can be described by a lot of people as ‘a cold person’ or ‘indifferent’ but passionate. They dehumanise the corpses they’re working with at that’s the only way they can get justice for them. If they get too caught up in all the sadness of it, they can’t move forward from it. Jessi has a crush on Will Graham and Beverly Katz. Jessi questions Will and Hannibals relationship quietly from the background but never really comments.
Bonus character!! Stardew Valley: Zoë
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This bad ass came all the way from Zuzu city in need of a better and different life. They inherit their grandfathers old farm and get it up and running. The town is filled with wonderful, amazing people. But of course Zoë has to want to become close friends with the person who hates me everyone: Shane (they’re kindred spirits, Shane isn’t aware of this however because he seems to think he’s the only person who can suffer from substance abuse and sever depression haha.) Shane hates them of course until they keep harassing him and he reasilizes she’s a lot more screwed up than he was aware. Zoë is close friends with Shane (ends up marrying him one day), Linus (I would fucking die for him and anyone who’s cruel to him gets my foot in the butthole), Leah (they hang out frequently and like to paint in the forest together), Emily (I have a massive crush on Emily haha, she’s so similar to me it’s great), is also friends with Sam’s dad and Jodis husband Kent (Kent suffers from PTSD and I’ve developed a lot of my own techniques to help with my own PTSD so we help each other out. Also Jodi I’m stealing your husband, just kidding, unless). Zoë’s favourite animals on her farm are her blue chickens (raised by Shane) and her horse Aaron. Zoë’s favourite yearly event is the moonlight jellies festival!
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officialleehadan · 3 years
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Hello darlings and happy Prompt Month! These are so much fun, and I love seeing what you all want ore of!
Today’s story was brought to you by Stella! I love seeing your comments, darling and I hope you love your story!
Prompt: Monster of the Isle
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Our base camp is not what I want it to be, but to be fair, I don’t want it to be here, so there’s not much I can do about that. It has stone on two sides, and our back is to the wall of the cliff that leads down into the valley. There are a lot of spindle-shells, but I can deal with that. There aren’t that many of them, and they’re pretty stationary. I don’t think I’ve ever seen one leave its web at all. As far as monsters go, I actually prefer them to pretty much anything else. Anything else will chase you.
Or, well, did chase me..
I hate this island so much.
Zack, and his name does durn out to be Zack, is competent in a way that is honestly a relief. He and his friends, who introduce themselves as Círce, Marishka, and Siggi. They’re all as competent as Zack, and I quickly decide that I’m going to make sure that all four of them are close enough to see them at all times. They’re all reasonably amiable, and it doesn’t take us long to settle into a comfortable routine wherein they stick close, and I try to warn them whenever I start getting the feeling that something’s about to hit the fan.
It saves their lives. As it turns out, my most pessimistic guess wasn’t pessimistic enough.
The first four soldier to die goes exactly like I thought they would. A pair of lone jokers, hulking gree-and-brown mottled hyenas that stand taller than a man, find us barely two hours after we land on the shore. The first one, a blonde woman with biceps I envy, tries to stand her ground. They’re on her before I can even try to yell for her to run. Three more soldiers try to save her, but it’s too late. The jokers play with her corpse until one of them bites down a little too hard and the other one tries to get the body away from it, and they tear her in half.
The other three soldiers don’t even have time to run before the jokers are on them. They last one, missing a leg and trying to scramble away, yanks the cord on his whole belt of grenades. The explosion throws sand into the air, but it also kills the two jokers.
Four down in the first two hours.
The others take me more seriously acter that. It doesn’t save them.
We loose a fifth soldier to a plant. I didn’t know about it, but I told them not to touch anything he didn’t recognize. As it turns out, the plants are as aggressive as the wildlife. He dies when it flings thorns, each one as big as a knife, through his throat and deep into his chest.
He doesn’t even have time to yell before he’s dead on the ground.
The sixth one didn’t believe me when I said that a spindle-shell will eat anything that touches their webs. We pass one, and it watches us. I keep my distance, but I know that they don’t leave their webs, so I don’t panic at the very sight of it. Unfortunately, someone, I never did see who, got curious. She has time for a single scream before the spindle-shell is on her. I turn around just in time to see it bite into her, fangs dripping with venom. That venom is fast enough to drop a doun-doun mid-charge. A single human doesn’t stand a chance.
The seventh and eight think their guns will do a single damn thing about the giant mosquitoes. They’re wrong. They scream until they catch the attention of another joker. A lone male, this time, even bigger than the last two.
That’s about the time that everyone left realizes that I wasn’t exaggerating at all when I said to run away from everything, and follow me as I run for the only place we have a chance, which is with stone at our backs.
“You alright, Sir?” Zack asks when we’ve finally stopped running, far further than anyone else thought we should, but they’ve seen eight people die by now, and they’re starting to get scared. Zack, I notice, isn’t scared. Or at least he’s not showing fear the way any of the others are. “That was a pretty good run.”
“I ran a lot while I was here the first time,” I tell him. It’s strange, but the panic seems to be getting further form my mind the longer were here, as I settle int ‘okay, I’m here, time to survive’ mode. Círce and Marishka stay close, while Siggi stays just a little further away, on watch, and Zack checks on me. “You four held it together. Good work.”
“Feels wrong not to try and save them,” Círce tells me, honest but steady. “Like we could have done more.”
“You couldn’t,” I reassure her sincerely. “They were dead the moment they set foot on this island. So is anyone else who thinks they can fight, rather than run. That’s just how this place works.”
“You tell us when to run,” Zack says, and kneels beside me. The rest of the soldiers seem to be setting up something like a base camp. I’m glad to see three of them burying one of the supply boxes at the base of a large, distinctive rock that I vaguely remember from my last time here. “We’ll run.”
“I just hope I can give you enough warning,” I mutter, and look out at the trees around us. “Now you’ve seen them. Jokers and spindle-shells. Brace yourself, because it’s gonna get a lost worse form here on out, and all we can do is try to survive it until the boat comes back.”
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Devil’s Sweet Star (45)
Fandom: Dead by Daylight
Ghostface x Female Reader  
Rated M for Violence, Language and Smut  
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That feeling... you thought it would be gone forever. But it’s still there. And it’s much heavier than before. The question is: why? Why is this feeling of insecurity, this feeling that something dangerous is going to happen to you, still there? You know everything. You know that Danny won't do anything to you, that he will always make sure that the police don't know anything. But you have a hunch that the thing that wants to hurt you... is foreign to the city. to the country itself. You've been hearing for a few days something... unusual. Like voices.
But these voices are inaudible from others. Only you seem to hear them. At least that's what you think. They are strange, impossible to distinguish whether it is men or women who talk to you. or maybe both? Just as it is impossible to know what they are telling you. These are whispers. The only words you managed to understand once were: "Sorrow" and "Suffering". But nothing more. Could it be ghosts? spirits wandering aimlessly and trying to get in touch with you? From memory, you don't remember having a gift for communicating with spirits. But you've always believed in it. And you have always respected the dead, whether they were people you knew or complete strangers. Perhaps this respect has earned you a gift from the gods, allowing you to contact the afterlife? Maybe.
“Have you seen the latest news? In the end Hoggins was not McKellan's murderer. It was Ghostface!” said one the customer.  
“Yeah, I saw. But hey, is it surprising? No. Does this change anything? neither. And I want to tell you: so much the better. At least we are sure of who we should thank.” said his friend.  
“Excuse me? You wanna thank that freaking psycho for killing people? He’s a twisted man! Not a hero!” Replied the first one.
“Yeah, and he killed two others monsters, who stole money from the poorest and even the richest for their personal accounts! Moreover, it seems that Hoggins was involved in a more horrific scandal in Florida. They only got what they deserved.” Responds the second one.  
“I have heard of this story. What a bastard, to let sick people die when they could be saved. You have to be inhuman to do that. Fortunately, we have journalists like Jed Olsen to shed light on this kind of horror. Imagine how much longer Hoggins could have remained free if guys like Olsen didn't risk their lives and careers for it.” said another man before drink his coffee. “We need a guy like him to rule this damn country.”  
If only you knew sir what we know about "Jed Olsen". If only you knew... you would quickly change your point of view. But he and the second man in the trio were right, if Danny hadn't put his life and career on the line, Hoggins would still be free with impunity. And so does McKellan. They deserved to die it's true, and Danny made sure of it. He is both a completely twisted murderer, but also a hero to the inhabitants of this city. A murderous hero... you would have a hard time knowing how he would have reacted, if he ever heard it.
He would be both flattered and annoyed perhaps. Because that's not how he wants to be remembered, he doesn't want to be remembered that way. But simply as the greatest murderer in history who has never been arrested, and whose identity will forever remain a mystery. Like Jack the Ripper in itself. You wonder inwardly if Danny was inspired by it. It’s quite possible.  
“I find it hard to believe what I just heard. Ghostface who goes from murderer to hero of the little people. It looks like the end of the movie "Joker".” said suddenly a woman voice. When you turned your head, you could see Melina, smiling at you like always, coming to the table next to the counter. “Same as usual Amy!”  
“Alright! Right away!” responds Amy with a smile.  
“Hey... you look like you have your head in the clouds. Everything's fine? Jed made you live another wild night? Be careful, you will end up with a little baby at home very quickly if it continues.” replied Melina laughing by looking at you.  
“Really funny Melina.” you start before laughing too. “Even though Jed is... wild, he knows how to be careful. We are not yet ready to have a baby. But let's say that for a few days... I have trouble sleeping well.”
“Oh. Tell me maybe I can give you two or three advices.”
You tell Melina about your bad nights. If at first, she listened attentively and without expressing emotion, once your story was finished, the young woman looked at you with big eyes, as if you had just told her your most shameful secret of your life.
“Shit, so they're after you too...” she said worried.
“What do you mean?” you ask worried.  
“Jed told me the same thing the other day. He said he heard the same whispers and even had nightmares about them. Nightmares where you were there. I thought it was just a fear not to be able to take care of you but... I have to believe that my mystical side was right.”
Hold on. Danny went through the same things you did and he didn't tell you anything? It's not very friendly. But in a sense... you can't really blame him. He certainly had good reasons not to tell you about it. Surely, he didn't want to worry you, or that you would think he was crazy. Even if he is a little bit crazy in a sense. And again, the word is weak.
“You and Jed are related. And I feel like you've attracted... negative entities. Spirits, ghosts who want to hurt you. They may be trying to reach you through dreams first, but who knows how this can evolve. And who can be these spirits.” said Melina worried.  
“You starting to scare me. Why us? Jed and I didn't do anything except ... live our lives and do our work.” you said scared.
“Evil spirits have no particular criteria for attacking someone. If they find a target they like, or someone provokes them, then they go after that person. In your case, I think it's related to Jed. Because I think the mcKellan and Hoggins' souls are not... Left. They are surely stuck here because of their hatred and anger. And since you're in a relationship with Jed, they're attacking you too. Or, it's a much more powerful entity than those two. But in any case, it wants to hurt you. You're going to have to be very careful.”
“There's no way to get them to leave?”
“I could use the objects my grandmother used to purify a house but... I'm not sure I'm as good as she was. It's really very meticulous as a practice.” replied Melina.  
“I'll talk about it with Jed tonight. Thank you very much Melina.” you respond.  
You went back to work and the rest of your day was all about anxiety. If Melina is telling the truth, then you are in danger. Maybe that's why you have this strange feeling of not being safe when, all those who could have hurt you are dead, under Danny's sharp blade. And he, too, had the same experience. There is not much you can do about evil spirits except to drive them out. And you will deeply hope that Melina will be your salvation. Otherwise... you will have to think about leaving the city. Or start praying to God.
The last customers of the day ended up leaving your café, greeting you warmly. Then it was Amy and Corey’s turn who for a few days, got very close to each other. They were so lovely together. You clean the last tables before you take care of the back shop. Danny shouldn't be long in coming, so you'll both be able to discuss these nightmares you're both experiencing. Hoping he isn't too tired or in a hurry to kill someone tonight.
While you were cleaning your kitchen tools, you suddenly hear a noise coming from the room. You put down your equipment and take a weapon in case it’s a thief. You move carefully through the room until you reach the switch to turn on the light. But nothing. not the shadow of a thief, or an object that fell to the ground. You may have dreamed... Then suddenly, whispers. The same whispers you've been hearing for days and days. But this time it looks like it's coming from the back shop you just left.  
When you return to the back shop, you find that the door leading to the outside is... strange. A dark aura emanated from it and mist escaped from the lock and the bottom of the door. The whispers became clearer as you approached.
“(Y/N) …(Y/N) ...It’s time. Come with us. Join us. Feed my hunger. Give us all your suffering and sorrow. For all eternity.” said the voices.
“Who are you? And what do you want from me?” you ask.
“Who we are doesn’t matter. The most important is that you’ll feed us. With your screams, your pain, your sorrow, your blood. Now come with us. It’s time for you to meet your fate.”
Suddenly the door opened on a thick black mist. Giant spider legs came out and tried to catch you. You step back several steps but visibly, they are much longer than you hoped. As it was about to take you away, you feel something pulling you back. Under the effect of fear, you try to struggle when a familiar voice was heard.
“Hey! Hey Honey It’s me! Calm down!” said Danny by blocking yourself by the shoulders, forcing you to look at him. “It’s me...stay calm.”
“Danny...” you start as you feel tears in the corner of your eyes.  
The voices were heard again, and the paws moved towards the two of you. Danny pushed you, one of the spider legs injuring his arm in the process. He took a weapon in his hands and pushed it back to the door before getting against it and locking it. The door began to move, as if we wanted to open it from the outside and then after a few minutes... a silence set in. Everything had stopped. Danny stepped back before looking at you making sure you were still there. Then he joins you, taking you in his arms.
“What the f**k was that thing?? And what did it want??” you said crying.
“I don’t know. But for now...we’re safe.” said Danny.  
“You’re...you’re hurt. I have a first care kit. I will take care of your injury.”
You take the first care kit and ask Danny to come and sit next to you so you can treat him. He winced when you applied the disinfectant but remained motionless until you applied the bandages to him. You then put away the equipment and both of you leave the café to go home. Once at the apartment, you both sit on the sofa sighing, still in shock from what had just happened.
“Melina was right. We have attracted evil spirits. And they're not going to let us go now.” You said.  
“Honey please... Don't tell me you believe in this bullshit...” responds Danny, passing a hand on his face.  
“Danny, you saw what I saw! And you were hurt! How can you not believe in these things?? You suffered the same thing as me! Melina told me everything.”
“Okay, okay, stay calm. If they're really hitting spirits, there's not much we can do but chase them away, hoping it works.”
“Melina proposed it to me... it doesn't cost anything to try. But if it doesn't work... either we will have to leave the city, or we will have to pray to God.” you replied.
“Leaving the city would not be of much use and I have not believed in God for years. So don't count on me to pray to him. Anyway, knowing that I am a murderer I am not sure that he does much for me.” Responds Danny before getting up.  
You watch Danny walk to his office and walk out a few minutes later with his bag. He's not going to go out and kill someone tonight, is he? And even less leave you alone?? This thing, whatever it is, could come back! As he was about to leave, you take his hand before sticking yourself against him.
“Don't leave me alone... Not tonight. Please...” you said sadly.
“We no longer risk anything. I don't think this thing is attacking the two of us again.” Danny responds.  
“How do you know? If it happens, maybe it will only go after you and I will never see you again! Danny please... Stay with me.”
“...Fine Honey. I’ll stay. Tomorrow I'll call Melina. If her magic shits works...we’ll be safe again. Let’s eat something and go to sleep.”  
Despite his words, you do not let him go. On the contrary, you will tighten more and more against him. And he gave it back to you. Whatever that thing is, it will surely come back. Danny is maybe a murderer, but he is the one you love. And if this thing has to take Danny, it will have to take you too.
And that's what it intends to do. One way or another.
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(My second dose of vaccine is finally done! but the effects were quick to manifest, I think my body wanted to do a speed run X) Don't worry it was nothing very bad, arm pain after the injection and the next day, headache in the morning and some dizziness in the evening. But now I'm feeling better! and above all, I will finally be able to enjoy the simple pleasures of life! And go see Dune at the cinema! I hope you’ll like this chapter like the other ones! Well, it's time for my brain to rest! Have a great weekend to you all!  See ya! )
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slashingdisneypasta · 4 years
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Horror Villains / Misc x Reader || Drabbles
Plot: You accidentally summon Beetlejuice because he convinced you that he could help you with your Slasher problem, but he becomes an even worse problem. So, you need your Slasher to help you exterminate him, instead.
Includes: Chucky / Charles Lee Ray and Freddy Krueger
Warnings: It’s got nasty gremlin man in it (Meaning, gross language, dirty jokes and such), and also Slashers (Meaning, gore, swearing, course and suggestive language). Groping (Himself) 
Notes:
Okay, those of you who were with me at MainstreamBaddies; You remember that post I wrote about some rando killer trying to get the reader, so reader goes to the Slasher that’s also trying to kill them for help?
Well this is basically that but with (Movie) Beetlejuice as the rando.
THERE WAS MEANT TO BE MORE CHARACTERS!! But its late and I wanna slep ^^ Hopefully I’ll do Ghostface and Jason tomorrow! 
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THE START / ‘Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice’
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“So… “Worrying my bottom lip, I look from the wall where I can think properly to the small, ‘fun size’ version of ‘Beetlejuice’ who’s looking expectantly at me. Excited even. 
Although I guess that’s a given. If I was that small and had the possibility sitting right in front of me, of growing back to full size, and full power again, I’d be jazzed too. But, still, there’s something very off about this guy, and it isn’t just the fact that he’s the size of maybe 2 thumbs snapped off at the knuckle and taped one on top of the other. He’s very enthusiastic.
In a Gollum-Swamp Monster-Chick Hicks kind of way.
“’So’, what? I don’t have all day baaaaaay – well, I do have all day. I got nowhere to be – not many fun joints for a guy to go to at this size, amiright? Yeah, but, that’s not the point! Do you wanna get rida’ your lil’ problem or not? Eh?” Beetlejuice is practically vibrating, like an alarm clock and I have the most impulsive urge to call his name three times just to stop it.
Luckily, I have impulse control.
“Of course, I do. I… “Eyeing him pointedly, I start wringing my hands. “I just don’t want to create a new problem, in its place.”
He rolls his dark, feral racoon-panda eyes, muttering something lightning quick to himself before throwing out his arms and yelling. “BABE! I promise ya, really, sweetheart. Baby-lemon pie-dumpling-doll-dollar-sugar-tea, I’m just gonna fix your problem! All I want in the world right now is t’ cum-plete our deal! Get rida’ your Slasher, and be on my way! Unless theirs somethin’ else you ask of me, eh? When I’m back to my normal size? You know, I’m big in all the right places sugar tit- “
I took a deep, necessary breath in when he started on the ‘something else’ and now have the required breath to drown out the last words. “Oooookay!! I wont need that.” I say quickly, as a statement. He licks his lips. “But, um… Are you sure you can get rid of them?” ‘Them’. The bane of my existence right now. The co-star in the horror movie of my life. That them.
“Trust me, babe-sickle. It’ll be sinch.” For a moment, he looks absolutely calm. No vibrating, no yelling, no talking really fast. And it hits its intended mark – my assurances. Okay.
“Alright.” I wring my hands one last time, then clap them and step back from the town diorama that Beetlejuice is roaming in. I cross my arms, then drop them to my sides and look around, then finally back at the impatient ghost… who’s doing squats. Good grief, how much energy is in this guy? “Beetlejuice.”
He gasps, jumps up to his feet, nearly falling over because his weight landed wrong and then rubs his hands together. “Here we go!”
“Beetlejuice.”
“Oh. You do it right, babe.”
Oh my god, here we go. Hopefully this can’t make my situation any worse- I mean, I am being targeted by a killer. What are the odds that this goofball of a ghost could ruin my life anymore? “Beetlejuice.”
“PRESTO!”
Human! Chucky / Charles Lee Ray – Chucky’s POV:
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I figure this is going to be a pain, when a screech tears from the ugly old house before I even get in. Confused, and more then frustrated because this spells out nothing but problems for me for when I get in, instead of the nice peaceful kill I was intending to enjoy, I open the screen door -bitch didn’t even lock the front door, it’s like she wants me to kill her,- and rush up the stairs to where the sound came from. “Hold on, I’m not there yet!!”
What the hell is going on?!
“Look, in my professional experience, the screamin’ doesn’t start til the killer takes out a knife, sometimes even before but not before I even get into the house, lady. The audacity of you, here- “
What am I looking at here?
In front of my eyes, my fucking eyes, stands of course Y/N, my victim. And some kind of zebra - one that’s been dead and left out in the swamp for a fuck-long time. He’s got crazy eyes if I’ve ever seen them, and have you seen mine? That’s saying something. Who is this joker? In my coat, I grip the gun I keep just in case strangulation goes awry, but don’t bring it out just yet. Not until this guy reveals his cards, first.
The guy’s eyes flicker in smug amusement from my face, to my gun pocket -evidently, he realises something’s up. Can’t blame the guy, damnit, -, then whips right around, leaving his back wide open for me and my weapon, to my facepalming victim. I smirk at her. “I take it that’s the guy you want rid of, toots?”
“Uh… yeah… “She looks adorable and awkward. The guy lets go of her waist, which he was holding close to his body as she leaned away before, when I walked in and he literally, and I’ve never seen any person do this before, halted in his tracks. Stopped breathing, stopped shifting, it even seemed like the history around him stopped for that ‘caught’ moment. And I swear I heard the sound of record music abruptly being turned off come from his mouth.
And for some odd reason, I get the feeling he’s not human. Can’t conjure a reason why, though.
I should be saying this shit out loud, I’m wasted on myself.
Figuring this guy’s been hired to get rid of me, I take out my gun. “Okay, you’re gonna have to catch me up on what’s happening... Oh, no? Well, okay.”
BAM!
A bullet flies across the room and sticks into the freak’s chest, and that is the end of things going my way.
Because the force of the bullet somehow sends him slamming across the room and through a wall in the back. His body goes ‘poot’ down two stories outside and theirs a silence that doesn’t last long enough for either Y/N or I to digest what just fucking happened before the bastard’s grotty fucking hand spiders up my spine from behind. I wriggle out of his reach immediately on impact, because it’s like a real fucking spider, and whip around, waiving my gun- which is useless now, of course.
Games are over.
The guy looks over at Y/N and grins, throwing his arms out in a ‘ta da!’ way. She winces and just narrows her eyes in a glare. “What’d you think of that, sweet cheeks? I got a flare for the dramatic, you know? Ssssexy! Eh?” When she sticks her tongue out at him, for lack of any words to respond to that with I guess -I mean, I, can think of some choice words for the guy, but she’s clearly not as creatively gifted in the art of insult as I have been told I am. But, a tongue out works, - he grins the most fucking horny grin I’ve ever seen and clutches his sack. Her jaw drops.
“Where the ever-loving fuck did you pick crazy pants up from??” I ask, looking accusingly at Y/N. She chews on the inside of her cheeks and looks even more awkward then before.
“Truce?” She asks, instead of answering my question. I’m genuinely curious.
I roll my eyes. “Ughh, fine.”
“Oh well that won’t do,” The guy speaks up again, looking between us and letting his Johnson go, thank god. The boys have to breath! “Baby girl, blossom, light of my FUCKING DEATH! You wound me. riGHT IN THE HEART! Let me show you, sweetgums, why that was a bad idea.”
Her eyes widen, and I suddenly feel real unsafe. “How about you don’t- “
“Watch this!”
He turns to me, makes some overdramatic hand gestures, throwing his back out in the process and momentarily acting like he’s out of order.
Then he whips back into action and shoots me with finger guns,
And then suddenly everything around me looks 4 times bigger then before. Oh, well, its that or… I’m closer to the ground.
Because I’m a fucking doll again.
I slowly look up from the little black baby shoes and the edges of the godamn jean jumpsuit, to the infected condom in black and white grease paint. “… You son-of-a-bitch.”
He chuckles and turns to Y/N, and gives her finger guns too, but the only other thing that happens this time is he winks at her. “Now, baby! Time to get hitched!”
“What?!” She shrieks.
Freddy Krueger – Freddy’s POV:
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“I’m going to die of boredom before this bitch catches winks. I’m gonna pummel her with the counting sheep she clearly needs when she gets here.” The corners of my mouth lift up from the deep scowl I was wearing before, at the idea. It has merit.  
Behind me the fine folks of Pompeii run for their lives and a red and green striped Vesuvius explodes molten lava over their little town when I remember it’s been 2 days since she’s fallen asleep. Or found some fucking Hypnocil. Or killed herself. Who knows, really. I have a… deadly effect on women.
But damn, it would be a bummer if she killed herself. I was having fun with her. I had plans.
Have, have. I have plans. I won’t give up hope yet.
An hour, or who knows how long later -time is a human construct and doesn’t exist in the dream plain, - , I’m lying on the ground watching Psycho play in the sky when that familiar tingle rushes through me, telling me someone’s entered my world.
I’m just getting up and brushing myself off, taking my damn time like she left me to wait -besides, I can turn back time and make it seem like I appeared instantaneously if I want to. Time’s a construct, remember? And this is my world. I’m just doing this for me, to make me feel better, - when she comes out of fucking nowhere and nearly knocks me over. Im-ee-diate-ly I open my mouth to ask her why she’s so eager, but she beats me to the punch, causing me sadness.
“Wake up, wake up, wake up!”
Hold on, I definitely think there’s something off here. Don’t I make the fucking demands?! “Bitch- ”
“Wake!”
“-I haven’t done anything to you yet.” 
“Up!”
“Goddamn!”
What is going on here!?
“I’ll do anything you want, just please. Wake me up!” Her eyes are deadly serious, and I can’t help the greedy smile I get at her submissive idea. What could have made her this way? I laugh.
“Ohhh, I’ll think it over. Tempting offer, though~” She lets out a growl and let’s go of me in pure frustration, looks around quickly for something and then lays eyes on my glove. She picks it up, and my eyes widen in surprise at what she does next.
The blade slices through the skin in her upper arm before I can take any control of the situation, and a nauseous feeling suddenly rolls me and she whimpers from the pain of slicing herself open, as the world goes blurry around us and she wakes up- of course, still holding my glove, which is attached to me, so I go with her.
“Fucking he- “
Much quicker than you think it will be, we both turn up back in the fucking reality. She hops up immediately and flies across the room to a first aid box.
I’m just assuming, I mean. Because I don’t make any move to leave the bed at all and just close my eyes and groan, and resist the urge to cry.
I hate this placceeeeeeeeee.
“BABES, YOU’RE BACK!”
Now I resist the urge to scream and phase out of existence, because a man just appeared on the bed with me and called me his babes. Instead, I slowly turn my head to him and sinisterly narrow my eyes- and hope he doesn’t notice my distress from a second ago.
I’m starting to understand why Y/N was so intent on getting back here. If this guy, a dung beetle with… oh, god. Clearly, some kind of terrible illness if that smell indicates anything, was hanging around me while I slept, I’d be… slightly bothered too. If only for the stink!
He squints, and while he does, his hair flickers through the various colours in the rainbow, confused. “Sweetbottom, theirs something different about you. Did you get contacts?”
As a knee jerk reaction, I stab him in the gut with my blades. “Stranger danger, bitch!”
My panic dissolves into glee as I jerk the knives upwards… just to turn back into panic when he starts tearing all the way in half from my stab wound up to the top of his head with minimal effort from me. I gulp, and retreat from him to where Y/N is, taping her bandages securely around her arm. I gesture to the freak who’s padded onto the floor and is zipping himself back together in front of my eyeballs. “… the fuck is that?”
“That’s Beetlejuice, he’s a ghost=
“With the most, baby.” ‘Beetlejuice’ stands up straight and rests his hands on his hips, chest puffed out and winks at Y/N. 
“-What do we do?”  She asks, looking with wide eyes at me. 
What does she think I am? The Fairy Godmother of the dead?? I’m no godmoth-
… I could use this. A slow grin spreads across my mouth. “First, you go over there and distract him.” 
For a split second she looks like she’s actually going to go with it, then looks with furrowed, unimpressed eyebrows at me. ‘Beetlejuice’ makes grabby hands at us, and she starts to look more panicked by the second. “And what will you do??”
I yank the bedroom door open. “Run!!”
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b-rainlet · 3 years
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Gotham for the fandom ask thingy.
(I ran here so fuckin fast you have no clue)
Hello anon! :D I will answer this now, so you don't have to wait any longer but also....this would be very nice to answer through gifsets...(maybe when I am feeling up for it).
For now, have this:
(It's not proof read because I just sat at this for several hours and I don't wanna look at it anymore).
Favourite Male Character
You mean...besides the obvious answers?? :D
Ngl, it's S2 Jerome. I love that little twink with his parental issues and his tragic backstory and I wanna see him happy. There's a reason I have a bunch of AUs where he ends up having a family (mostly in the form of Lee as his Mother) and gets some actual help instead of being ostracized for being a mentally ill person snapping after years of abuse.
(This also ties into my very strong feelings regarding the fact that nobody actually helps the people at Arkham. And I don't mean the main villains there, I mean all the inmates who get treated like shit and are left behind on the regurlar (remember in S2 when Arkham was about to explode and nobody was talking about evacuating the inmates???? I do).
Other than that, one of my faves is also Jonathan. Which may be a little surprising because I barely talk about him but he was my favourite character throughout the show and he had way too little scenes.
(Kinda telling that the characters I latched onto are both helpless teens who were fucked over by the people who were supposed to protect them and can both trace their villain origin story back to Jim Gordon not caring enough about them lmao).
But the cast is big and varied enough that I actually like everyone? Butch, Zsazs, Penguin, S1 and 2 Ed, Jervis, Harvey, Jim......I like them all!!
(Special shoutout to 514A too, he was soft and baby and I wanted to keep him safe and sound really desperately).
(Another special shoutout to Barnes!! I didn't expect to like him when I first saw him, given he looked like he was gonna be mean and stoic and all, but I ended up really liking him and his story!)
Favourite Female Character
Let's just pretend Ecco doesn't exist for this answer ajdkaskaslj.
I fell in love immediately upon seeing Ecco but all! the women! are so!!! good!!!!
I especially have a soft spot for the side characters. I mean, upon first watching I got attached to Alice (even though she only features in two episodes lmao), and also Kristen Kringle - who isn't talked about much within Fandom, but she was pretty and her and Ed were actually quite cute but then she had to die for him to become the Riddler which was...pretty much telling us from the beginnning 'The woman here die to advance the men's plots'.
Barbara was also a big surprise to me because I figured she'd be the female love interest and nothing more but!! her and Jerome were the best thing in S2 and also the most entertaining thing about the Maniax Plot. (In several ways, I think I had the most fun watching this show during S2 , it was just. Good).
Also upon being in this Fandom and thinking about certain characters a bit longer I also really like Vicky Vale. And Montoya. And I wish they had kept both around for longer.
(I also wish they wouldn't have made Vicky a love interest for Jim. Or Sofia. No love interests for Jim except Lee and Barbara please).
Also Selina!! I love both Selina and Tabitha with all my heart - which may also be surprising because I barely ever talk about Tabby but I contain multitudes aklskddsm, and while I like sharing my horny thoughts about Ecco, I also love to think about Tabby and daydream about her being happy and exploring her (and Selina's) issues with showing weakness and affection and their strong loyalty regarding people that they trust.
I just.....women. Women good.
(Women also deserve to have more character than just being somebody's love interests and I have enough wips that completely sideline the guys to focus on the woman instead lmao).
Least Favourite Character
I don't have many characters that I hate??
I generally tend to instantly love everybody unless they are specifically made to be unlikeable. (I also spite-like characters who are hated for petty reasons, I just have a lot of love in my heart and not much energy for hate lmao).
But there were characters who annoyed me while I was watching.
For one, I think Gotham has a variety of super entertaining villains, but the main villains of each season tend to be....boring.
Safe for Strange they all kinda fell flat for me. Theo. Kathryn. Ra's Al Ghul. His Daughter. Mostly because their plotlines were less exciting than stuff like Jerome's carnival or Mother and Orphan's Hotel of Horrors.
Or their motives seemed a lot less understandable than the ones of the other Batman villains who pretty much always come from a place of suffering and abuse and break/snap under the pressure that's put on them (continuing this take of Gotham creating its own villains by leaving behind - mentally ill - people that need help, which I think is very true to most - if not all - Batman villains).
And then you have some characters that simply suffer from the fact that the show was cut short - which is pretty much any and every S5 character that had way too little screentime, but in this specific case means Jeremiah.
Because I disliked Jeremiah a lot while watching.
Without wanting to step on anybody's toes, him and Nygma are probably the two characters on this show I ended up disliking the most.
Mostly because Miah felt like a very cheap copy of Jerome and to this day I think it was a bad idea to replace Jerome with him, since Jeremiah - to me - seems like a super flat character.
Maybe if we had gotten him without meeting Jerome first, just having a Joker character introduced in S4, maybe I would've adored him, who knows.
But in comparison to Jerome...no. Just no.
(I will spare you from any longer rambles, but I think if you follow me, I talked about the ways Miah is lacking for me before).
My made up version of Miah though? I love him.
With Nygma it's even worse because I adored him. I instantly liked him. I was 100% behind him right up until the godawful Isabella plot happened and then it just all went to shit so quickly, I couldn't stand seeing him on screen anymore.
It's surprising that I didn't stop liking Oswald but to me, Oswald pretty much stayed the same while Ed became all bitter and hard and I just miss dorky S2 Ed you know?
It actually got so bad, I completely turned my back on Nygm/obblepot as a ship because I was so severly disappointed and I barely talk about Ed because I just can't stand what they did with him.
(Another victim of bad writing).
Favourite Ship
I'm just gonna stick to canon ships because I don't ever shut up about my Fanon ships so you probably know which ones I love the most :D
There isn't much romance going on within Gotham if I think about it - apart from Jim - which I definitely prefer. You wouldnt guess it from my blog, but I am not a fan of too shippy stuff because in most cases it just means sex scenes and I can live without those. I want action! Blood! Dead People! Not a two minute make-out session between two bland characters!
I gotta admit that Ed and Lee have some cute scenes and I would definitely ship them if I didn't dislike S4 Ed so much (S2 EdLee tho?? Yes).
Also I thought Jim and Lee was okay and Baby Batcat was quite cute at times but mostly I don't care about the canon ships.
I do ship Barbara and Jim though :D
I remember right before they hooked up in S5 I was like: 'I wouldn't mind if they got back together' and then went 'yay!' when they did and I wouldn't have minded a little more 'Will they?? Won't they??' between those two and them just having the mother of unhealthy relationships on this show.
(Also Jim/Barbara/Lee poly relationship but we can't have everything).
Favourite Friendship
So many good relationships on this show!
I need to rewatch the show soon because I probably already forgot about most of them but from the top of my head: Oswald/Butch and Oswald/Zsazs
Which were both then done dirty lmao. One by having Oswald be overly petty (one of the few times I was like...Pengy...wtf...) and the other by passing up the obvious opportunity to have Zsazs find out who really killed Falcone and just...letting Oswald and Victor never interact again. 
Then of course Ivy and Selina which also gloriously fell apart. Just like Ivy and Oswald. 
(Gotham isn’t the best when it comes to maintaining friendships). 
And the biggest and most grandious friendship of them all: J Squad. 
(Who have too little scenes together honestly and then also simply fell apart after Jerome died. Consistency who?)
Favourite Quote
I don’t know, I don’t have many quotes in my head from the show. Me and my niece mostly reference: “Yeah, that’s a spoon.” - “IT IS ALSO A FORK!!1!!!”
Also: “Gotta Go! Gotta Go! They’re after me and the Scarecrow!”
(There are some dialogue blurps I have written down somewhere because they are inspriration for gifsets but in order to be able to just recite some of them from Memory, I would have to watch this show way more obsessively). 
Worst Character Death
I don’t even gotta say anything do I? :D
But I think the character death that actually made me cry was Jerome’s first death. I clearly remember crying because...he just wanted recognition! And praise! And instead he was used as a pawn and betrayed by someone he idolized and he was only 18! My poor little meow-meow!
Seriously, the only things that make me cry on this show: Jerome’s first death, any and all mention of Bruce as a baby - told by an emotional Alfred, any and all Bruce/Alfred interaction at all and Solomon Grundy. 
This made me so happy you have no idea Moment
I seriously need to rewatch this show, it’s been so long :D
But I remember being pretty excited for the J Squad Team Up - because I was like ‘If I were Jerome I would definitely work with Tetch and Scarecrow since they’re also in Arkham atm’ and then he did!!
And I also distinctly remember in S3 that I was close to falling asleep right when they scene came on where Oswald realizes his feelings for Nygma and let me tell you - it caught me so off guard, I was awake instantly lmao. 
(I knew that people shipped them but I was so used to mlm ships being popular when they only have a handful of scenes and are platonic friends that I didn’t expect them to actually have a possibility of being canon). 
From then on I was super pumped for them to deliver on that ship but well....we all knew what happened asnksnndk. 
Saddest Moment
Aside from the already mentioned scenes in the character death column, the scene where Bruce leaves and Selina runs to the airport. I always liked Selina but she wasn’t a priority character of mine (much like Bruce isn’t) but then that scene happened and in an instant, I felt super protective over her. 
She is now my baby. My daughter. My beloved wife. She deserves everything and most importantly she deserves better than Bruce Wayne. 
(Coincidentally that was also the scene where I decided I don’t care much about Bruce asldjkjlj. I absolutely adore early seasons Bruce though). 
Favourite Location
There are so many different locations, I don’t think I can adequately answer this with my spotty memory :D
But I always loved the few episodes where Alice features, because I love how her scenes are shot so probably the little carnival Jervis prepares for her.
Also!! Jeremiah's church!
Or Commissioner Loeb's secret house (Especially the Attic).
There are a lot of cool locations, I gotta gif some of them soon :D
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some headcanons. long and stupid. hope the readmore works lol
some shenko headcanons (sadie shepard specific because every shepard is different of course) because they live rent free in my head and give me serotonin. sadenko would prob be the ship name lol. which i like because it sounds dumb.
low pda couple. very low. most is hold hands in public, and only on off duty time when off normandy. private about kissing around other people.
affectionate in private though, but not constantly in contact because sadie doesn’t like hovering or constant needs for attention and kaidan is cool about respecting boundaries. sadie is spontaneous and passionate though so she’ll randomly give him a really big kiss and it will makes him smile for hours. she puts her whole heart and soul into them.
likes sharing a bed but doesn’t cuddle while sleeping all the time. shepard thinks it’s too hot to have him touching so she’ll shove him over the other side in her sleep and he’ll gradually move back but she doesn’t really mind. kaidan sleeps heavily some nights and sometimes really poorly but she doesn’t mind staying awake with him and giving him a scalp massage for headaches or talking quietly.
kaidan always calls her shepard. likes always. from habit from the SR1 and trying to be discreet and it bled into personal life. she sometimes gets slightly annoyed it’s like he doesn’t actually know her name so she’ll sometimes just call him alenko constantly and he’s like ‘okay what did i do wrong.’ because generally in private she’ll call him kaidan. often alenko on duty though.
shepard probably eventually semi retired from the alliance mostly because she can’t physically handle it. or psychologically for that matter. she’s pretty traumatized in general from everything. the thing that got to her most was dying and missing two years, and then the whole war thing and nearly dying again. she is fucked up beyond belief after the war for ages. takes a while to graduate from bed rest, to wheelchair, to crutches, to walking. kaidan takes care of her really well and is super protective. takes her to physio and does everything around the apartment. cooks, cleans, whatever. they live in anderson’s apartment, when it’s repaired enough because the keepers fix things pretty quickly. but prior to that a hospital on earth.
she also broke lots of things and had burns. the burns healed quickly with artificial skin grafts and medi-gel but the breaks were really bad. heaps of internal bleeding. they were worried she’d die but she pulled through.
kaidan becomes a bit of a worry wart about it all. really sick and stressed because he’s also trying to help with clean up, helping the rest of the normandy crew.
but eventually their life on the citadel becomes pretty comfortable and nice. kaidan remains in the alliance the rest of his life, the only reason he’d ever give it up is shepard and she never wanted him to. once shepard semi retires early, she talks up yoga and dancing for fitness. kaidan is baffled by the dance thing but appreciates it nonetheless.
it’s really easy to go to earth from the citadel with the beam that remains. kaidan goes down all the time to visit his mother who lived through the occupation, and tend to the property the family own but shepard refuses to come unless it’s by ship, because she can’t handle going through the beam. the beam is setup like an airport but like for instaneous travel. she’s forced on select occasions but only with holding his hand as they walk through. she likes kaidan’s mother, is sometimes confused by her, but likes having a mother figure who is very kind to her.
kaidan’s mom wouldnt have picked shepard for kaidan’s life partner (too messy, not quiet and sweet and kind like she always pictured for her boy) but likes shepard because kaidan loves her truly and she can see that. she just wants him to be happy. he never really told her much about shepard after she died and he came home on shore leave after the SR1 was blown up but kaidan’s mom knew something really wrong had happened to kaidan and he wasn’t the same. she couldn’t have guessed that he had an affair with his CO though. kaidan’s dad was ex alliance and she knew the rules through him and would have thought that was a really bad decision on kaidan’s part. kaidan’s dad if he knew would have been really disappointed in his kid. so kaidan never told him and he died without ever really knowing about shepard although he was a little suspicious. kaidan’s mom’s name libba and i always headcanoned as alma i believe, and casimir for his dad.
kaidan’s family is rich. they never hurt for money, so kaidan is the main one who brings income to his and shepard’s household. shepard has a good retirement pension though. so they’re quite comfortable. shepard finds it really weird because she grew up so poor and she remained poor until she climbed to higher ranks in the military. she worked from enlisted to officer which was really hard but all she ever did her teens and 20s was work all the time and volunteer for hard missions and be reckless.
kaidan had a degree in technology so he was able to join up as an officer.
their affair on the first normandy was probably the most passionate time in their relationship and based a lot around sex and this weird magnetism and insane attraction. it wasn’t shallow but they were both resisting a bit developing the emotional attachment because they knew it was wrong to be fraternizing. he is doubly devastated when she died because holding back didn’t mean anything in the end, she still died anyway. after this, his previous friendship with joker which was quite strong, is damaged pretty much irreparably because kaidan blames joker for getting her killed. joker says some unkind things to him at a service/wake and it nearly erupts into violence. joker was just trying to cover up his own guilty feelings but he alludes to their affair and kaidan is furious at him. they build some bridges during the reaper war but things remain a little snide. shepard knows she can’t fix it with words so doesn’t comment. she knows she missed a lot when she was dead she can’t take back or repair.
joker thinks it was wrong they were fraternizing. kaidan feels guilty but doesn’t regret a thing. in fact after shepard died, he wished he had said more.
after she dies he volunteers for high risk missions. spends a lot of time alone and drinks a lot. doesn’t really help. he’s a bit crankier than normal but he gets by. it feels like a secret he carries around that he can’t tell anyone or let go of. it’s not like he can say to someone ‘oh my last girlfriend suffocated in the cold of space and i was right there and couldn’t save her.’ so he doesn’t say much.
they did go on shore leave once before the mission to hunt down geth remnants with the SR1 after the battle of the citadel. it was to a hot sunny planet. they held hands once there and they blushed because they got to act like boyfriend and girlfriend and it felt a little weird but nice. the sun was baking hot, they drank a lot, hung out a bar and had sex mostly. they thought it was a really happy time. they had to pretend when they came back to the normandy that they went to separate locations but they both had a suntan that liara innocently commented on.
kaidan discovers then that shepard smokes and says she really shouldn’t. shepard gives him a really dirty look so he didn’t say anything again for a long time until he worked up the courage, but he doesn’t ride her about it. shepard also drinks a lot. sometimes quite a bit too much which he always worries about. kaidan doesn’t mind a drink and doesn’t even mind getting hammered occasionally but shepard uses it more like a crutch which is what worries him. she only stops drinking later in life, long after the war. she never did it on duty and hid it well. during the reaper war kaidan wanted her to see someone to talk to professionally but she scoffed and refused which caused a fight.
their fights can get a bit nasty. kaidan can get a little bitter in tone and critical and judgmental which makes shepard really angry. shepard for her part never knows the point to stop and can go too far and say hurtful things. they both apologize eventually and makeup. those kind of fights are rare and are usually the result of extreme external stresses.
shepard wants a dog when they live together. due to citadel policies over life support they can’t have one. but they play with the dogs at the orchard his mother keeps which shepard adores.
kaidan would have as many children as shepard wanted but shepard only agrees to two. well one really. the first was an accident but he’s the favorite really because he’s special and looks most like kaidan, but a mix of their personalities. has some anger issues like shepard but is usually fairly quiet. he had special needs growing up, he had nightmares and sensory issues. their second child was mostly planned and also a boy, who’s very good looking, talented with everything he does, but isn’t a strong biotic like his brother which always annoyed him. the older brother happens to be a biotic prodigy, and joins the alliance to be like his parents.
they might have a third child, a daughter, much later in life when everything is quite stable and the two boys are growing up a lot and shepard gets nostalgic. she would be absolutely spoiled by kaidan as his only girl and looks just like shepard. she looks up to shepard as her idol and hero and goes to dance class with her.
shepard has no idea how to be a parent and can be pretty lax about discipline. it was hard to bond with the babies. kaidan is really good at it and found bonding easy, always got up in the night when he could and let shepard sleep and he loved every second. shepard found it exhausting and hard but loved the kids more than anything in the world.
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113. “...Why? Why are you being...so nice to me? I can’t understand. I can’t understand! I just can’t understand...”
Divergence AU Part II
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It’s been three days since that day in Mementos where I had confessed...almost everything. Okumura died last night just as I had warned Ren. The gruesomeness of the footage made me sick. It’s one thing to kill a Shadow that dissipates into smoke, but to watch as a man’s eyeballs roll back into his skull, black liquid pouring out of his eyes, his nose, and his mouth? It’s...disturbing, to say the least. Everything is going well, a little too well.
I find myself standing outside of the station square in Shibuya, waiting for a certain raven-haired phantom thief to make his appearance. He had sent a text this morning, saying he wanted to talk again. We both agreed in chat that meeting here would be more convenient, but we knew we wouldn’t be staying for long. I’m almost anxious, wondering what he wants to talk about this time. Or perhaps he’s called me here so that he can kill me in Mementos, leaving no trace of the crime? It’s a foolish thought, I know. Ren isn’t the murdering type...but what of the others? Haru will want revenge on her father’s killer, and I have no doubt the rest of the thieves will band together to-
“Have you been waiting long?”
Startled, I nearly jump at the voice next to me. “Oh, hello, Amamiya-k...I mean, Ren,” I reply as if he hadn’t surprised me, having to correct myself mid-sentence. He had told me to just call him by his first name, quite persistently, too. Saying his name aloud feels strangely intimate, yet it rolls so easily off my tongue. “I haven’t been here for too long.”
Ren looks like he’s trying to hold back a laugh as he asks, “Same spot?”
“Of course.” This time, I activate the Metanav, the two of us seamlessly entering Mementos. I’m in my black mask outfit this time. After all, there’s no need to hide my true self from him anymore. My voice sounds colder and harsher as I ask, “So, why did you want me to come here? It isn’t just to tell me that Okumura died, is it?”
Joker shakes his head. “No. I wanted to talk about our plan.”
“Our plan?” I repeat with a scoff. “Joker, you have no plan.”
“I can’t make a plan if I don’t know my target’s name.”
He makes a damn good point, but... “I can’t divulge that information yet. It’s not important. What’s important is that his guard-”
“His?”
Shit. Not even a minute in and I’m already slipping up. No wonder Joker figured me out solely on one mention of pancakes. I irritably continue, “My point is that he is extremely alert and on edge, sometimes to the point of paranoia. He knows you’re out there and that you’re a threat. He also has a Palace.”
“What are the keywords?”
He’s still trying to get information. Honestly, he should just give it up. “You don’t need to know that yet. You’re not infiltrating his Palace yet.”
“Why not?” Joker asks, acting like he’s insulted that I’m keeping this from him. “We’ve been through five Palaces before. This will be no different.”
“Did you not hear me earlier? His Palace is tougher than any you’ve ever faced, especially if you tried to take him down now. You would die.”
“So, what are we supposed to do?”
“We’re going to have to go through with my original plan. It wasn’t meant to catch him off-guard, but it should work so long as you have some trick up your sleeve.”
Joker chuckles. “Just tell me what I’ll need to do. I’d go through hell and back for you.”
“Good, because that’s exactly what you’re doing.”
“Wait. W-What?” he stammers, thinking he misheard me.
“You’re going to have to escape death.”
He stares at me; his expression is unreadable. “You...were going to kill me, weren’t you?”
“Yes, and I will if you don’t figure out a way to stop me.”
“And my friends?”
“I’ll leave that to your imagination.” The truth of the matter is that I hadn’t planned on killing them. Without Joker there to guide them, they wouldn’t have the strength to keep fighting. I could just tell him that, but I don’t.
“Tell me what your plan is. I’ll come up with something.”
“You’ll come up with something?” I burst into nearly maniacal laughter. “You won’t make it on your own. Aren’t you going to tell your precious teammates? Or have you already told them and they’re waiting to kill me?”
“What? No! I didn’t tell them anything.”
“Bullshit! I know how close you are to them.”
“I didn’t tell them. Not even about Okumura. I’m leaving that up to you.”
That catches me by surprise. Looking past my emotional outburst, I can see he’s telling the truth. He hasn’t spoken to them about this. “You...You what?”
“I’ll let you decide what you want to tell them.” After a moment of silence, he adds, “So, what’s your plan?”
Taking a deep breath, I begin to detail my plan. “Somehow, I’m going to find a way to approach the Phantom Thieves as a group outside of the Metaverse.”
“Somehow?”
“The opportunity hasn’t presented itself yet,” I admit, “but that point is trivial for you. I’ll present my evidence of your identities and offer you an ultimatum. I will offer to help you change Sae Niijima’s heart as a final heist. Do that, and I would erase my evidence against you and the investigation will cease.”
“And we would have to disband as Phantom Thieves.”
He catches on quickly. “Precisely. In order to best target Sae-san, the calling card will be sent on the 18th of November and the infiltration will happen on the 19th, before the investigation starts. However, you and your teammates will be ambushed by police and taken into custody.”
“No, they won’t. The Phantom Thieves will escape.”
“You hope to evade the entire police force converging on your location? You’re even more foolish than I thought.”
“They will. I’ll distract them so everyone else can get away.”
“Distract them...how exactly?”
“You’ll see.” So Joker’s going to keep me guessing. Either that or he doesn’t know either. It’s probably the latter, knowing him. He smirks as he walks up to me. “I’ve been told I can be quite distracting,” he adds as he passes me, his hand brushing for a split second against my thigh. The unexpected contact sends a jolt through me. It leaves me paralyzed yet strangely wanting more. Did he...do that on purpose? I shake my head, hoping to clear the feeling. What the hell is wrong with me? I don’t even turn around as Joker asks, “What happens after I’m arrested?”
“The interrogation will begin in a room deep underground.”
“And then you kill me? Sounds fun.”
I whirl around to face him. “How are you so calm about all this? You are going to die! And you have the nerve to think that’s fun!?”
“I won’t die.”
“You’re sure of that? Then tell me: how does Joker, the notorious leader of a group whose plans usually consist of ‘look for the treasure and beat up anything that gets in their way’, think he’s going to outsmart the black-masked murderer who’s hellbent on killing him?”
“I’m sure I’ll figure it out.”
I throw my hands in the air, exasperated at how relaxed he is. He smiles as if he doesn’t have a single care in the world right now. “That’s very reassuring,” I snap, the sarcasm impossible to hide. “You’ll figure it out. Maybe I should just kill you now!”
“You won’t.”
“Don’t push your luck with me!” My body is on autopilot as I brandish my sword, the serrated blade pointed at his throat. “Don’t you see, Joker? You can’t even get yourself out of this alive!”
“You won’t kill me. I don’t think you can.”
Again with his complete nonchalance! “Do you really want to find out?” I hiss. “The only way you’ll leave this place alive is if you kill me first!”
Something seems to resonate with him with this. He spins out of the way, using my brief moment of confusion to ram the hilt of his dagger into my left hand. Instinct kicks in, forcing me to drop the sword from the pain. Joker kicks it away with a heeled boot as he tosses his own weapon away, securing both of my arms in his hold before I can even try and summon my Persona to take him down. He looks me right in the eye as he says, “No one is dying here today.”
“What are you doing!? Just kill me now!”
“No.”
“You won’t get another chance!”
“No.”
“You’ll end up dead! I’ll kill you and your precious friends!”
“I’m not killing you, Goro.”
He’s so adamant about it that it throws me off. He can’t be serious. Keeping me alive would be his worst mistake. And yet he refuses to kill me. “...Why?”
“Hmm?”
“Why are you being...so nice to me?”
“You know the answer to that.”
“I can’t understand.”
“I care about you.”
“I can’t understand!”
“You’re important to me.”
“I just can’t understand...” Important...? Someone like me...is important to him?
“You don’t need to understand yet,” Joker says before releasing me from what became an embrace, “but I’ll make sure you do one day. I promise.”
“What good is a promise you won’t be able to keep?”
“I won’t die. I’ll prove it to you.”
I don’t say anything to that. There’s nothing more for me to say. The rest of this plan is up to him. Can he succeed? I find myself unsure of his odds. Maybe...no. This is the only way we can proceed. It’s a long shot, and it’s very likely I’ll kill him, just like I said.
But if only he knew how desperate I am for him to prove me wrong.
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