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itshype · 1 year

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How I Met Your Brother (DC x DP)

Dan joins the Justice League - not as part of his rehabilitation, but as a reward for doing so well.

Tucker makes the grave mistake of mentioning Dan in front of Jazz. And as an eldest sister myself I would not be happy about an alternate version of my sibling being left completely alone in the world, no support, no family to then be turned into a psychopath. And I would be furious for them to then be imprisoned - not for life but for all time?

However, unlike me, Jazz is the world's foremost authority on ghost psychology. She has Dan out of his Thermos and in a larger enclosure within the week.

Now, a lot of fics have Jazz as a magical therapist who can say a few sentences and make any bad guy cry. Sorry, not today though.

First, they resocialise Dan like a feral cat (solitary confinement does make people get loopy), sitting outside his enclosure and hanging out, doing homework etc. This sort of gets him to figure out emotionally that he's no longer in the timeline where everyone he ever cared about died.

Danny discusses with him how many nightmares he's had over just the idea of losing his entire support network the way Dan did and he can't imagine what he's been through. But no emotions are not, in fact superior to having negative emotions.

After a few months, he decides that he does in fact want to actively try and get better. He goes to a therapist (because family members can't do therapy!!!) who's just unhinged enough to get a kick out of counselling a ghost from an alternate timeline.

There's only one relapse. Clockwork fixed it and they don't talk about it.

A month or so later they let him out of the enclosure for good. They offer to symbolically destroy it but Dan thinks they should keep it just in case.

While Dan's humanity has returned, his actual human half is gone forever. But he's interested in doing something with himself. He can't get a GED, or a degree, or be an astronaut. Maybe something in entertainment?

Tucker makes the grave mistake of mentioning that the Justice League headquarters are in space. Dan isn't as powerful anymore now he's no longer a halfa, but he knows he's handy in a fight. He loves space and due to having them repeatedly and ineffectively implemented against himself - a deep knowledge of international war tactics.

NGL, this isn't where I thought this story was going. But Dan is now an international politics, war policy and foreign affairs expert, I guess.

He helps a fair bit on the team, but his key contributions are his encyclopaedic predictions of how different international communities will react to events. If an out of control meta in Paris takes down the Eiffel Tower, he predicts which countries will immediately 'crack down' on their superpowered citizens - that sort of thing. It's invaluable for their PR team and young meta safety.

He's a friendly guy, doesn't judge anyone for losing control of their powers or going 'too far' on a villain who hurt their friends and family. And he never shuts up about his kid brother who is apparently also his best friend. He briefly mentions a baby sister he's never met and that makes everyone pretty sad.

He doesn't consider this Jazz his sister. He's already had a sister named Jazz and isn't looking for a 1:1 replacement. This Jazz is more like a mum-friend. However, he never had a Danny or an Ellie in his last life.

"My little brother told me about the trick to this level in Doomed 17, want me to explain what you're missing?"

"Sorry, I really can't possess you, even for 'anti mind-control' training. That isn't how overshadowing works, you can't become immune without exposure to ectoplasm in dangerous doses. No, I can't get you some pure ecto, my baby brother would kick my ass to hell."

"Yeah, my baby bro and I both wanted to be astronauts, I died so it's not in the cards for me anymore, but he has a real shot still, we're all rooting for him!"

Most Justice League members think he's a dead eldest brother with living siblings he's still in close contact with.

It's all fun and games until he tries to take a bullet for Batman during an ambush and it's actually an amnesia ray designed to make Batman forget about a specific case until the bad guy can complete his plan.

"I killed you all before, and I will do it again."

#dc x dp #dp x dc #mine #notfic #danny fenton #danny phantom #dc comics #dan phantom #dark danny phantom #tucker foley #jazz fenton #justice league #batman #bruce wayne

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fellow-anime-weeb927 · 2 months

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I am back :D (the anon who recently asked you about the idea of reader being mother to the 6 sons in mashle)

I just that the necklaces would probably annulate the magic of the owner too, but reader doesn't really care about it since nobody in her family had magic before (if we don't count the sons). But, since it's a familiar relic (or something like that), naturally her sons also would have their own four necklaces at some point. Neither of them use them, it's not beneficial for them, but they do keep it with them since they see it as being closer to their mother. I also thought about how the smallest area in which the necklaces work would be around the core of the necklaces, to protect it from being destroyed by magic.

I'm sure at least some of them (especially Domina) would be jealous of Mash for being a lackmagic, at some point, since they think about it as the fact that Mash resembles their mother the most (no matter how their mother looks physically). Pops would be so weirded out when four necklaces appeared in Mash's hand in the period of 1 year (I think it would be better if they didn't appeare at the same time?) And Mash would have 0 idea about why or from where (at first he thought that Pops was the responsible for it). I think it would also be convenient that the necklaces wouldn't break forever unless all four are broken in the spam of a certain amount of time. If the time passed, but other necklaces wouldn't be destroyed, the broken would be repaired by itself. I imagine the necklaces being just a square with a beautiful pattern inside and a chain holding it by one of the edges (with a time of hook of the edge?) and since it's a familiar relic, it would probably have more antique style (baroque? Or maybe the renaissance?). The sons would probably treasure it deeply, especially since when their mother fell into a coma. Also, because of the background of the reader (the mother) I believe that the necklaces would only left their owner to lift them. Also, the more damage the owner receives the deeper the necklaces (the core/the square) will go into the owners skin (where the heart is located) as if to protect them better, since if the necklaces break (the four of them in the certain amount of time) the owner either dies or suffers a lot of damage. It doesn't burn or anything, tho.

Since Doom is the nicest of the siblings (not counting Mash and Domina's change in behavior) I would say it's because he's the oldest and has been with their mother the longest. I also believe they (the sons) would visit their mother, no matter if she's already in the coma or not. Epidem would be so obsessed with his pudding because mother "introduced" it to him, idk. Fanim would definitely enjoy the freedom so much because his mother always talked about it and how they always should be free (he got his own version of freedom but nvm). Delisaster likes to party so much because mother said that you never know what will happen next and if there's will be food on the table tomorrow (because of how bad her background is) so they should enjoy their lives at the fullest while they can (she would try to somehow ignore that she married a power hungry man, but it was for her own best). Domina would anticipate the day mother wakes up because all his older brothers told him about how kind and nice and beautiful mother is. Mash wouldn't even know about the existence of his mother (spoilers ahead) since he just randomly disappeared from there. If mother wakes up the day of the eclipse without a clue of what is going on (her husband trying to hunt down their youngest son just to take his heart and be immortal), first of all, all the sons that would be there at that time (depending on when exactly mother wakes up, but we'll take the time after they fought the first four visionaries, but before Dot, Finn and the gang arrived there to fight) would be delightful and shocked (imagine Innocent zero manipulating them to do the horrible things they did because "It will wake up mother") that mother finally woke up. Reader would try to get their head around what is going on and how much time passed while the four of them are sitting or rather standing around her bed where she was laying for all this time. Imagine if when Doom is fighting Mash, Doom says something like "You came in the perfect time, mother just woke up" while Mash doesn't have the slightest idea who this "mother" is. While they're fighting Doom explains a bit more and Mash is just like 🧍‍♀️. If Domina sees her when he there or if he hears Innocent zero talk about her awakening while fighting him he would be so shocked and probably feel slightly betrayed because "what do you mean she wakes up when I'm no longer welcome there?" Mother would definitely not know about how Mash disappeared from the 'house' or how Innocent zero abandoned Domina. I also can guess that she wouldn't be arrested alongside Innocent and the four sons, and rather the Bureau of Magic would let her free like Domina, since she was in a coma for like 15 years and didn't know what was happening exactly (I'm 100% sure Domina would convince them somehow, doesn't matter the fact that she passed out into a coma only after giving birth to 6 sons. He probably asked the boy who used magnetic magic and had a twin for a favor (since his dad is the head of the Bureau of Magic? I think)). And so she would have time to get to know Domina and maybe Mash more?

That's it for now, I will come back >:) Also, can I be '🎨 anon' ?

Woah :O long Mashle rant, I like it picasso✨👍🏻

Very interesting about the necklaces, I can already imagine how pretty they would look👀✨

This does fit the original manga very well hello?? You even managed to make it seem like it actually happened in the past omfg-

Props to you 🎨 anon🛐

(maybe I should make an anon list just in case hehe-)

#mashle x reader #mashle magic and muscles x reader #innocent zero #innocent zero x reader #mashle innocent zero #mashle innocent zero x reader

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nyx-sagau-dreams · 2 years

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Hey how does you think sagau would react from a neglectful family? How would our housekeepers react to a reader who's forced to live in a place that's absolutely filthy? Like anything they do to help ends up being a Sisyphean task. The stress keeps surmounting until they feel doomed by their environment. And the people themselves are.. uncoordinated to say the least. I like to imagine Thoma would have a few choice words.

Thank you so much for being my first requester <333I hope this is to your liking.

Since you only mentioned Thoma specifically, I only wrote for him. I hope that's okay <33

Ft. Thoma

Gender neutral reader.

Rest, Creator, In Thoma's Arms

The first time you'd left Thoma facing your screen while you ran off to handle yet another task, he was bewildered. The room he could see wasn't exactly a disaster per say, but it wasn't as well kept as he was expecting from one such as you.

He waited for almost an hour for you to return, and when you did, he was shocked to see tears on your face. You seemed startled to find your screen on.

You wiped the tears off as you mumbled, "Must have forgotten to turn this off. Oh well, since I'm back, I might as well keep playing. It's not like I can do anything more. Not yet. Please. Not yet."

You broke down in front of the screen, your face hidden in your arms. But that wasn't the end of it. You stood up, still frustrated and crying, and started to roughly move things around the room.

"Useless, pointless, there's so much to do, I'm the only one who can do anything around here! Why won't they care?! What did they even have that was so much more important than giving us, giving me, a little attention!" You dunked another handful of laundry into the basket again, breathing heavily.

"I shouldn't have to waste my life doing my parents' jobs for them," you whispered.

Thoma struggled with every bit of his power to break the code controlling him, to tell you that you weren't alone. To tell you that even if your parents were awful, neglectful people, that you still had support. That you had him. Oh, how he longed to jump through the mysterious barrier between you and him and give you a hug, and to make you rest while he gave the other people in your home a stern talking to.

The next time it happened, he waited for two and a half hours. Then, when you came back, you couldn't even stay, because you were up to your elbows in dust and soot? And you were around just long enough to grab fresh clothes and disappear again.

Thoma watched time and time again as you were worked to the bone, your dysfunctional siblings not even making the situation easier for you. His conviction in helping you grew stronger and stronger, and in the times where you had logged off the game, or even times where you'd left the game on, he would research a million different way to try to get you out of there.

As far as Thoma, and other he asked, could tell, you turned to them for an escape, for a slim bit of comfort of somewhere where you were more in control of your situations.

So what if...

He brought you here?

For real?

For good?

Forever?

You would never have to work yourself to the point of falling asleep while doing your commissions (He took over then and always made sure you finished them). You'd never have to have another fight about how much work you did compared to your siblings. You'd never have to cry because you went unattended to.

You would be safe. Cared for. Able to rest.

And Thoma would finally be able to do something for the Creator who'd expanded his world like no one else.

So the next time you fell asleep while playing, he would finally be able to save you.

You were exhausted. Down to the bone. A kind of fatigue that can't be slept away, can't be bathed away. A kind of fatigue that you might never recover from.

You'd turned on Genshin Impact, just long enough to do your commisions you swore, and smiled at the sight of Thoma on your screen. Your commissions were set in Mondstadt, so they were fairly easy, but halfway through the first one you were already struggling to stay awake. By the time you'd finished the second one, you had just closed your eyes for half a second....

Thoma risked a glance behind him, and breathed a sigh of relief to see that you had indeed fallen asleep. He quietly pulled out the bag of shiny gems that he'd gotten from the traveller and Paimon after asking them how they'd gotten so many companions.

To anyone else, maybe it was silly or dumb, but Thoma was taking this seriously.

Besides.

Traveler and Paimon weren't the only ones who'd managed to summon people in Teyvat.

So Thoma threw the sparkling gems into the sky. One wish, two wishes, three wishes. More and more wishes. He wish he'd asked how many he'd need. He didn't want to waste any, though, so he just kept doing one wish at a time.

Finally, wish 57. Gold appeared in the sky. Even brighter than the gold that had encompassed Lady Ayaka or Lord Ayato. He turned to where he had seen you before only to see nothing. As the star fell, he opened his arms for you, catching you gently.

And when you opened your eyes, he grinned. "Welcome to Teyvat, Creator. You'll never have to work so hard, ever again. Please rest now."

Despite the shock and fear you might have felt at first, and how you wanted to cry over his thoughtfullness, you did. Even if this was just a dream, being told to rest and that things would be different put you at ease. So you let Thoma take care of you, the exhaustion dragging you back under again as he carried you to Windrise.

~fin~

#sagau #self aware genshin #genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau #sagau x reader #sagau brainrot #genshin impact thoma #genshin thoma #thoma x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #mod nyx writes

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floating--goblin · 3 months

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so logamin

I feel like it's rightfully weird to a lot of people, considering the whole canon dynamic between them, but the way that I like to think about it is like

You have Logan. Orphan, thrust into the real world all too early, put in charge of an immense kingdom that only got united some 50 years prior. Only the second generation of Albion monarchy, with all too little wisdom left over from his predecessors, most of which were just mayors of Bowerstone. From what it looks like, his only guidance came from Walter-- who was all too busy with his little sibling-- and Reaver, who is... Reaver. Currently-busy-sucking-the-continent-dry, human sacrificer, industrialist extraordinaire, literal inventor of capitalism in Albion Reaver. Who tried to kill Logan's parent at least once, mind you.

And then you have Ben Finn-- sweet, idealist, loyal to a fault Ben Finn, whose allegiance you earn once and forever. You could break every promise, raze everything to the ground, leave thousands of innocents to die to the Darkness, and he's the only one who won't leave. Good, devoted, collared dog Ben Finn. Because he gets it-- you're trying to keep the country from crumbling. So what if he doesn't agree with your means to that end? He'll grit and bear. He knows all too well by now what sacrifice means and what the world will take from you, that life is short, that where he's from people don't live to half his age.

He knows what it's like to watch your parents die, to have what flimsy safety net you had unravel beneath you. He knows deep, undying love for his siblings, which Logan clearly has as well-- the same way little Ben Finn tried to protect his much older brothers with his peashooter and his scrawny kid fists, Logan tried to protect his sibling by keeping them locked up and in the dark about his work. Shelter them, bear the brunt of it, so others won't have to suffer. Same mentality as Ben.

When Logan has Major Swift executed, we get to see a rare glimpse of true wrath in Ben-- that was his father figure, the last thing he had resembling a family, ripped from him. He vows to make Logan suffer, advocates for his execution after the revolution; and yet, still fights by his side in the Battle for Albion, still stands by him at Walter's funeral without complaint, still tolerates his existence. A year passes in between the coup and the Battle-- do you think, in that time, he got to see Logan more? The Allies must've had meetings to strategize, and judging by his clothing Logan's been living in the castle; they couldn't have not interacted during that year.

Do you think, then, that Ben Finn-- self-sacrificial as he's always been, now having to see his best friend struggle to run the country and avoid falling into the same pitfalls Logan did-- looked at the disgraced former king and... Got it?

He's had comrades drop like flies left and right-- honest, hard-working people with families back home, who nonetheless were in it for the greater good-- and had to get back up, dust himself off and crack a joke for the sake of morale. He's lived in Bloodstone, a festering wound on the face of Albion, doing Avo knows what; death and decay have always followed in his footsteps, and yet he's chosen to take that as just another piece of the puzzle.

Because when you're talking about saving the world, you come to see people as distant, abstract notions. And he'll always resent that Logan was pushed to those depths of madness, but he can't not get the need to take extreme measures in the face of certain doom.

After all, his best friend, his Hero, is one step away from doing the same. And in their place, he might, too. For the greater good.

So he leaves Bowerstone. Tours the world once over, relives his youth-- which wasn't so long ago, but he feels ancient by now. He's quieter now perhaps, a little more skittish; more alert to a glint of something metal in the corner of his eye, more prepared to jump into action at the groaning of a wooden floor behind him. He comes back to Albion years later, maybe a little more gray and scruffy, but still Ben Finn. Despite everything, still good old Ben Finn. In a decade or so, tensions between Samarkand and Albion will be rising-- in another four or five, Darkness will descend upon Albion once more. New Heroes will have to be made.

But for now he's home, and his friend welcomes him with open arms-- gives him a room in the castle perhaps, a generous allowance, and the odd adventuring job to keep him from getting bored. Page is still down in the sewers, directing her energy toward workers' rights and children's education, building a system that'll ensure no one's left to rot in the street. Sabine's passed by now, perhaps, but the Dwellers have been given their lands back and are represented in the Court; as are the Aurorans, who have their own embassy by now. Kalin sends letters sometimes, discusses everything from philosophy to petty gossip with the Hero. She's delighted to hear Ben's back, invites him and the Hero over sometime, maybe for a festival-- You should see Aurora nowadays, Ben, it's like a phoenix risen from the ashes! the Hero might say. And it's true-- with the Darkness gone, the "City of Nightmares" has become anything but.

He takes it all in, and something's missing-- and it's not that he, personally, misses Logan, but Logan's absence is... impossible to ignore. Like a vital piece of the scenery that's been plucked out. The Hero probably doesn't mention it, but it's evident that it stings. And maybe Ben inquires about it one night, when it's evident the Hero would like to reminisce-- lets them talk about their childhood, about growing up to see Logan go from a timid, good-hearted boy to a monster. About the way he hid his encounter with the Crawler from everyone and sunk deeper and deeper into his paranoia, convinced that no one will believe him if he tells them what he's seen. Tormented by the vision and doomed not to be trusted, the Seer's curse.

And maybe Ben decides to leave one day-- sick of rescuing chickens from wells and children from trees, he decides to surprise his best friend. And so he tracks Logan down to whatever corner of the world he's cooped up in; most likely in the libraries of Samarkand, a lonely shadow from far away lands, that talks to no one, keeps his face covered, and seems to be seeking something ineffable in the hundreds upon hundreds of yellowed pages he devours each day. Ben's arrival startles him-- he, too, is more skittish these days. And when he sees that familiar face pulled up into a scowl, Logan's sure his end has come for him.

Instead, Ben invites him home. Talks about his sibling, the way they'll never admit it but have him on their mind every waking hour. He tells Logan this isn't forgiveness-- they aren't friends. But he gets it. And after so many years, it's time to let the dust settle. Everyone should come home.

They travel back together, take the long trek from province to province until they reach the coast of Samarkand, board a ship and set sail for Albion. They live off the same small hunt, wild berries and hardtack over the journey back, drink from the same battered old flask, huddle together during storms, ward off bandits side by side. For better or worse, they become comrades-- Ben talks at length around the nightly campfire to stay sane, and eventually Logan joins him. Shares some of his own stories, perhaps-- and that's how Ben discovers the former king never wanted to be a king at all, that he did it for the sake of his parent's legacy and that he clung desperately to his moral compass until his mind broke too far to be trusted. That he always dreamt of being a scholar, perhaps an alchemist or a craftsman of some sort. That he can recite hundreds of poems and epics, that he loves literature just as fiercely as Ben does.

That he'd do anything for his friends and family, no matter how big the sacrifice.

And Ben doesn't forgive him yet, can't do it-- but they reach Bowerstone, and he watches the Hero burst into tears at the sight of their brother, older and more disheveled but alive, and he can't help but think back to being small and helpless and praying every night that his brothers might somehow, through some miracle, return to him.

And maybe sometime down the line, Logan musters up the courage to approach Ben one night and apologize. He speaks quietly, there's a tremor in his voice that's hard to miss; but Ben can tell the apology was composed with care and rehearsed heavily beforehand, and it's thorough. Logan makes no demands, he recognizes he might never be forgiven; he'll live with that, it's the consequences of his own actions, for which he'll take responsibility. Still, he apologizes.

And maybe Ben, good old Ben Finn, who by this point has only been thrust further and further into misery each time he thought he'd come to understand the horrors of the universe, finds it in his heart to forgive him. It won't undo the damage, but... he gets it. There's an understanding that goes unspoken, that Logan's actions will never be forgotten-- but they can live with that, some way or another.

And maybe as time passes, they fall further and further into each other. It's not the youthful, blazing kind of love that's all butterflies in your stomach and grand gestures-- more like furtive glances over the dinner table, correspondence during absences, or sparring matches as an excuse to spend time together. It's slow, a quiet yearning that could be tuned out, but is all the sweeter for being there at all.

They're old by the time they fall into place-- or well, older than they ever thought they'd get. Thirties, fourties perhaps. Long life still ahead of them, but an ache in their bones that's aeons old. Doesn't matter anymore. They'll nurse the ache together.

By then, perhaps, they get a house far from the bustling city life; somewhere near Brightwood perhaps, where the land's decent for farming and the past is alive-- the good parts of it, at least. Somewhere they can wake up to fresh air and rustling leaves, keep a few animals, focus on writing. And The Life and Adventures of Benjamin Finn can come to a close in a way Ben never dared to imagine, one that'll have audiences satisfied:

I lived.

#fable #logan fable #ben finn #logamin #fable 3 #hi. behold my deranged ramblings

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cakeboxie · 6 months

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Our own starlight

A SFW Modern AU Halsin x Tav/Reader ficlet

“What’s something small you miss? From living in the forest I mean.”

“Starlight. It was one of the first things that really threw me off about this… place. Night is unbearably dark, yet somehow unpleasantly bright at the same time.”

TWs: Family death, grief, spoilers abt Halsins backstory.

Reader is gn and undefined besides working in a greenhouse.

AN: waugh this is just kinda word vomit following me having a really good idea. It’s entirely unedited so if you see any errors no you don’t <3

Also I am fighting for my life trying to find a voice for halsin bear with me please.

Halsin remembers being a kid in the cabin his family lived in. His mother teaching him how to cook alongside his younger siblings.

He too remembers sitting outside with his father, the chill of fall nipping at his face while he was taught how to pick good sticks for firewood; along with the promise that next year he’d be old enough to help split up logs with his father.

He remembers a thick book shared between him and his eldest sister while she taught him Druidic magic, and the terror on his mothers face when he gave himself fuzzy little bear ears (and his sister laughing because couldn’t figure out how to get rid of them.)

He remembers being sick, just a little sick. A stuffy nose and a sore throat he caught from falling into the stream in late November when the frost set into snow.

He remembers burying them all that spring.

He didn’t want to, but he knew that disease clings to corpses long after the flesh chilled. He thanked Silvanus that the illness came in December and not one of the warm months that would’ve forced him to bury them immediately lest he meet the same fate.

He remembers the following winter being warmer than usual, but little else of the year.

Halsin knows now that he had gotten lucky, unbelievably so. The gentle winter allowed him to live despite being unwilling to split his own firewood, it allowed him one year to prepare himself before he was truly forced to acknowledge the finality of it all.

He remembers finding his balance the following year. Their garden took quite of bit of work to recover after being abandoned for a year. But he managed it, along with making himself some traps based on some diagrams in an old book and the odds and ends he remembered learning about how to make them more effective from his mother.

“So… why are you here?”

They look up at him, visibly confused.

“Not that I don’t like talking to you- but it seems like you were managing fine past the first year.”

“The expansion of the city drove the animals away. Then men in suits appeared at my door asking for documents I didn’t have. Proof of ownership and deeds to the land our cabin was on. They threatened to arrest me for squatting if I didn’t leave.”

He sips his tea, it was brewed far too hot. Leaving it bitter even with sugar, but it was something he could afford, which seemed few and far between lately.

“I only recently learned what squatting actually is. They’d looked at me like I was a fool for asking”

“That’s… Gods I’m sorry. I can’t even fathom how shit that must’ve felt, I’ve always lived in the city so…”

“It isn’t all awful; being in the city. Living is a much more manageable kind of tiring.”

He was lucky to be as strong as he is, he’d manage to land a job as an unskilled labourer. As much as he resented the title he knew it wasn’t a slight, he didn’t have any of the certifications or diplomas required to hold any other station at the greenhouse he worked in. Even if he knew more about many of the plants they grew from his own personal experience working with them.

One thing of many he’d yet to get used to. Your experience doesn’t matter in the city unless you have a piece of paper proving it.

“That’s fair I suppose… I would give damn near anything to be able to be self-sufficient like that… Alas I’m doomed to forever be a slave to capitalism.”

Halsin wants to tell them that they’re not.

He wants to say that if enough people stopped thinking that they don’t have the option to rebel the entire system would fall apart.

He bites his tongue, figuratively and literally. Wincing as the sharp taste of iron settles in his mouth.

Well, it’s not like his tea could’ve gotten much worse.

“What’s something small you miss? From living in the forest I mean.”

“Starlight. It was one of the first things that really threw me off about this place. Night is unbearably dark, yet somehow unpleasantly bright at the same time.”

They nod, and ponder their tea for a beat.

“Do you have any plans tonight?”

“How forward.”

They scoff, but it lacks venom.

“Just answer me you dork.”

“No I do not.”

Their smile widens considerably.

“You do now, assuming you don’t mind coming over to my apartment.”

He nods in agreement, and they beam.

Another thing that’s definitely not awful about living in the city is them. He had met them through the greenhouse they both worked at, and had kept contact after they had quit.

The afternoon passes by as it usually does during their little dates. They would talk about their job and their cats, he would reply in kind. His tea went cold long before he finished it, and he’d thank the barista as he handed their mugs across the counter.

The walk to their apartment was nice. He realized as they spoke about the bus they missed how much he missed not being alone.

It was a long walk, he silently thanked Silvanus.

Their apartment was almost identical to his on the outside. Grey building, black doors, painfully sterile.

The inside however, was not. Almost every flat surface was plastered with posters and prints, the shelves full of knickknacks and candles more so than actual books.

“Okay so, I don’t have a couch obviously because I have a studio apartment but my bed doesn’t have the best view of the thing I want to show you.”

They push some things haphazardly out of the center of the room, before pulling a blanket off their bed and laying it out.

“Gods this is so sketchy I’m so sorry- Lay on this and close your eyes.”

“It’s alright. I trust you.”

The blanket is soft, but thin. The linoleum below digging into his shoulders as he lays down. There’s a soft click and the lights turn off, they settle beside him after a moment.

“Okay. Open your eyes.”

It takes him a second to put together what he’s looking at.

Stars. Painted on the walls and ceiling between the posters and tapestries, glowing in the dark of their apartment.

“It’s obviously not as pretty as real stars but… I dunno I’ve never been far enough out of town to see many real ones so I made my own starlight.

“It’s beautiful.”

He doesn’t need to be able to see them to know they’re smiling.

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canmom · 6 months

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Animation Night 179: Unicorn Wars

Hey everyone! Real brief blurb tonight because I talked about Alberto Vázquez last week - tonight I'm going to be re-running Unicorn Wars since last week it was way too late for people to attend!

Unicorn Wars could be roughly described as Apocalypse Now with teddy bears. We encounter a world in which a militaristic country of teddies is locked in a revanchist forever-war against the unicorns who now occupy the Magic Forest. It is a conflict in part religious in nature: the bears are convinced that whoever drinks the blood of the last unicorn will enter into a transcendant state of being.

Our story concerns a fresh batch of recruits, sent on a mission that none of them know is sacrificial. Led by a sergeant who has no idea what he's in for and a reserved priest, they set out with grenades and bows and arrows to find out what became of a lost unit.

Our main characters are a pair of brothers, Azulín and Gordi, or Bluey and Tubby as the English sub renders it. Both of them are deeply screwed up by their parents separation and their mothers' death; Azulín in particular, who took more after their father, has a determination to prove himself at whatever cost, and a contemptuous, bullying relationship to his brother.

But we also encountere the rest of the doomed bears and there are some real characters. The bear culture is a fascinating blend of cute fluffy signifiers and militaristic ones, joined into one nihilistically eugenic competition for status. There's a real fascination in the animation with the physicality of the bears' bodies, the way they squish around, messy scenes of eating, and of course a great deal of gore. You see quite a bit of teddybear pp.

Naturally the mission goes south fast. A lurid trip on colourful bugs brings the first casualties - a fantastic blast of psychedelia - but the teddies are also completely unprepared for fighting the unicorns. Or their willingness to murder each other. In the end, Azulín and Gordi are the only survivors, surviving off the land - and then things really take a turn.

Of the unicorns, we learn much less. One unicorn, María, is something of a deuteragonist - desperately searching for her missing sibling, she finds an old church, where the apes of the forest worship a strange, morphing fleshy entity. We do not immediately see what becomes of this - but María ends up falling afoul of the two surviving bears. Azulín attacks Maria while Gordi can only watch; Azulín hits María multiple times but is ultimately pierced by a young unicorn and cast into the river, leaving María alone with Gordi. (In contrast, in the original short, the Gordi analogue kills the Azulín analogue after they kill a unicorn.)

Azulín, horribly injured, washes up back at the main teddybear base, where the military higherups attempt to make a figurehead of him - completely failing to anticipate his capacity to turn their own forces against them and stage a coup. Where the previous command was simply using the war as a way to stay in power, vengeful Azulín is a true zealot and mobilises the full teddybear army against the unicorns. Meanwhile, Gordi has managed to forge an unlikely friendship with the unicorn María who he has nursed back to health after Bluey's attack.

Vázquez is no stranger to blending cute imagery and extremely dark themes. In contrast to Psiconautas, which felt like a story of the forlorn hope of escape against the bleakness of the world, Unicorn Wars seems more bleak and nihilistic. You know none of this is going to end well; the ending pushes it into a direction of alchemical synthesis, and we'll talk about it when we get there in the film.

Unicorn Wars generally looks amazing, vividly coloured and elegantly blending 2D and 3D animation. And well, there's a reason for that: like I Lost My Body, which shared many of the same animators, this is an all-Blender production, using Grease Pencil for 2D animation, and a very inventive process for the unicorns where the 3D render is converted to a 2D grease pencil drawing which can be further edited by the anmiators. The result is that the unicorns get the sense of life that comes from the slightly imperfections 2D animation, and yet the precise perspective of 3D animation. It's a fantastic showcase of what Blender's 2D-in-3D can enable, and it honestly just makes me really happy to see from a tech-art perspective.

In short, Unicorn Wars is an intense, bleak and also very funny film, I loved it. If you have a reasonable threshold for gore, I hope you'll come to see it with me!

Also check out this cool pixel art of Azulín I found in the gif picker, by @none-dc. (He's such a little shit and this captures it so well.)

Animation Night 179 will be going live now at twitch.tv/canmom, going live now with the film to start in about half an hour (21:50 UK time) - hope to see you there!

#animation night #alberto vazquez #unicorn wars #film #animation

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fizzingwizard · 9 months

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Something else I love about Moomins...

When I was a kid, like nine or ten years old, I had a book called What Kay Did. In the book, Katy is a selfish and mean young girl, who falls off a swing and I think breaks her back or something. As a result, she can't walk, and is cooped up inside and miserable. Little by little, she learns how her nasty behavior made her siblings afraid of her and not want to be with her, and now that she can't go out and amuse herself, she's really dependent on them for fun. So she learns to be nice. She becomes almost saintly, really.

Then, near the end of the book, the family finds out that there's a possibility that Katy will be able to walk again. And instead of being happy for her, the siblings say, "But she's become so nice since she got hurt. If she heals, will she be mean again?" Fortunately, Katy both relearns how to walk, and stays nice, so everyone's happy.

I hated this book. And it's not like, as a kid, I wasn't familiar with moralizing children's books where the main character learned a lesson and grew into a better person. I knew exactly what the book was doing. I just hated it. And I also knew that the siblings weren't meant to be interpreted as cold and indifferent for their lack of enthusiasm on hearing Katy might walk again. It's probably realistic even, if you've been bullied by someone before, to worry that a return to the circumstances where they bullied you would trigger it again. Still I hated them. I hated the book for telling me Katy had to behave a certain way for her to deserve to walk. Even though the way she used to be was truly awful. And I hated the book for requiring me to sympathize with the siblings, who had been treated badly by Katy, when what I really thought was that their resistance her recovery, however brief, was worse than anything she'd done to them in the past.

I hated being told what to think. I hated being preached at about right and wrong. And more than anything, I hated that Katy went through a character arc so dramatic that, in the end, she was completely unrecognizable as the girl in chapter one. That was meant to be good thing, because chapter one Katy was an asshole. But even as a kid, I didn't believe people change that much. Katy ended up more or less a saint. Always kind, always giving, always patient. Because of that, her relearning to walk came across like a reward for being a good person.

I haven't picked up this book again since I was a kid. So I may be forgetting important points. It's always possible I'd feel differently as an adult. That's my disclaimer, but i don't really think so. Because it's not like this kind of book was unusual. Another one comes to mind, the title of which I've forgotten, which was about a plate. In the world of plates, if you let just anyone eat off you, you wound up a dirty paper plate no one wanted. But if you waited and remained pure and clean, one day the King himself would change you into a beautiful porcelain plate and you'd be part of his household. It was a metaphor for Christianity and for virginity. It was more preachy BS.

Part of the reason I hated it was because I really took it to heart. I felt that I was horrible like Katy, and that unless I could achieve her saintliness, I would be always coming up short. Every time I committed a sin, even just in my head, I felt like I was back at square one. And I was doomed to fail, because of course it's impossible to be as good as Katy. We can change some. We can strive for self-improvement. But we'll be fighting our demons forever. (And in the book's defense, I believe I remember a scene where Katy admits she still struggles with her temperament later on, but she does her best not to let it affect her siblings.) With the plates, same thing: you can't live a totally pure and clean life. No one can. In Christianity, that's supposed to be a prerequisite for being human: we are all sinners, all of us. The goal is to try your best to live a righteous life and to be humble. But there's so much judgment and so many attacks on people who falter, and so much smug superiority among those who are convinced they are living righteously.

The Moomins books say something completely different. They were about self-acceptance. "All nice things are good for you," Moominmamma says. That would never fly in my Christian children's literature. And it's not like the Moomin book were anti-religious. (on a tangent: I wondered if what Moomintroll left under the fir tree, the thing that he didn't even tell Snufkin about, was meant to be him giving his soul to God on Christmas. It's impossible for me to tell whether I read that story right or if my deeply religious upbringing is screwing with me again.)

The Moomins don't say it's fine to be a bully or it's fine to do things that hurt you or others. But they don't go around breaking your back for being a bully or rejecting you eternally for not doing what you're told. Things happen in Moomins - characters make choices in step with their nature, and although they rub each other the wrong way sometimes, it always turns out that there was this or that reasoning and no one's really right or wrong. They're all just people. Moomins doesn't expect you to ever try to be perfect. And hiding your demons doesn't protect your family from them, rather it creates more distance between you and makes it harder to support each other and feel supported.

Characters in Moomins aren't so dynamic. But they also aren't completely stagnant. No character would undergoes the vast change that Katy did, or the complete transformation of the porcelain plate. Instead, characters are confronted with themselves again and again. And, again and again, they learn to accept themselves warts and all. A hemulen is a hemulen, a fillyonk is a fillyjonk and it's no use for them to try to be anything else, because that's what they are. Sometimes they're fed up with it and yearn to be anyone else. It's only natural, because no one is perfect, so we can always find bits of ourselves to hate. But inevitably they'll miss themselves. It's when characters listen to voices that tell them they're not enough, whether those voices are internal or external, that they become nasty and mean and mistreat each other.

There are no real bad guys in Moomins. We can only wonder what would happen if someone really mean were ever introduced. But the stories aren't missing such a character - they especially aren't missing the chance to chastise their young readers for their imperfections and urge them to be righteous because otherwise, hell awaits. I much prefer the take that everyone has their own personality and temperament and history, which informs their actions, and that most of the difficulties people have with each other come from not respecting that. You can't have a community by forcing everyone to be the same. A community is different people making the same choice to support each other's differences.

Actually, there is one bad guy in Moomins. It's the aunt in "The Invisible Child." Notably, she doesn't feature in the story. The story is about helping Ninny. About Ninny learning that she is important. That she doesn't deserve to be mistreated and degraded, her every misstep nitpicked. That her wants, her needs, her voice matters. Her cruel aunt doesn't matter at all. So she's not part of the story.

And, when Ninny rediscovers who she is, she's praised in this way: "She's even worse than Little My." I wonder how different Katy's story would have been, if she had Little My to knock some sense into her, without also sapping her of her individuality. I bet that plate never would have become porcelain either, but would have enjoyed life in the Moominhouse cupboard just as much.

#moomin

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lady-ashfade · 2 years

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hi! i just saw the five x wanda!reader. so can i ask a request were five realizes that wanda!reader has gone well.. nuts, like wanda in multiverse of madness, because reader was looking for five since the Texas incident. ? bonus pints if she hurts really bad one of the sparrow.

🐉 anon

Deals broken

Five Hargreaves x Fem! Reader

Of course I will! I really like at this request

Notes: The reader has the outfit Wanda does in M.O.M. Also her powers are a little stronger- Like she can actually bend reality to here will forever.

“This isn’t you’re home” Mr. Hargreaves said to the group of people in front of him. The ones he meet a long time ago claiming to be his kids, seeing how out of order they were he decided not to adopt them at all.

“What are your talking about? This is the umbrella academy” Allison spoke confused.

“Wrong again. This is the sparrow academy” They all turn their heads up to the balcony. A group of people looked right back at them but their attention was snapped away when someone stepped out from the side.

“Dad who the hell are these assholes” Ben, their dead brother now alive spoke, he wasn’t like they once known him.

The umbrella academy cursed out to each other knowing that a mistake was made, not knowing if it was for better or worse yet.

“They call themselves the umbrella academy” The father spoke as the sparrow academy siblings came down and stood beside ben.

But they all glanced at each other and then back at the other set of siblings in front of them. Trying not to show a rise of panic they felt.

“You need to leave” Marcus spoke sternly, the others didn’t take that well.

“Like hell we will” Diego started to walk closer but Luther put his arm out to stop him.

“Like dad said this isn’t your home, so leave. You don’t know what you risk just being in this house” It sounded like a plead and his eyes looked afraid.

“Why do you mean?” Five poked his head. The others glanced at him, knowing that it was him that she wanted.

“She’ll come for you” Ben spat at the younger looking boy.

“Listen Ben-er-ino, we don’t realy have time for another riddle” Klaus walked to the front of the group and stepped right in front of ben. “So quit your yapping and hug your brother” Klaus opened his arms for him to take as we stepped forward.

Ben glared at him and slapped him across the face causing him to tumble back and across the coffee table. “What the hell, you didn’t have to do that” Luther yelled.

“Yeah he did”

Then a fight broke out between the two sets of siblings, the umbrella academy getting their asses handed to them.

Now it’s been one day since the fight broke out and everyone was feeling their best. The world seemed fine unless you count some chances but it didn’t seem like the end of the world.

Expected for Allison who didn’t have her daughter.

But they had convinced her to come along for a stroll since it would be good to get out and get some air.

“Why can’t we just jump again” Allison questions while they sipped on their drinks. All now had their eyes on her.

As five was about to answer but the sound of screamed echo through the park and they looked back to see people running away. The sun started to dim and it was replaced by red, the sky was all red and it started to storm.

“What the hell” they looked back at the building they once lived and recently got into a fight. It looked horrifying there, the clouds being a dark shade of red and black, it looks like a tornado was forming in the sky above it but it never did.

“We have to go” The others groaned but followed. Wondering if this was another dooms day.

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Thunder and lighting could be heard, striking so hard it shook the ground. But that wasn’t all that was heard, screams from the outside and now sounding like it was in the building.

The only thing human sounding was chuckling and even then it wasn’t right.

“And here I thought we had a deal” The sparrow academy siblings dangled from mid air while red energy twirled around them, they could feel it coving their whole bodies.

“We did- I promise, we were just about to call you” You smirked and batted your eyelashes at him. Finding it funny he would lie to you in a situation like this.

“Marcus, Marcus. You do know I can see into that head of yours don’t you? I mean every thought is just spilling out of that head of yours” You walk closer to them, looking up at them in the most evil way.

“Not only were you going not going to tell me, but you broke another part of our deal.” Your used your energy to fly to his level looking him dead in the face.

“I trusted you, all of you. Gave you silly little enemies to fight so the public would love you and, you do this. Do you remember what I said If you even laid a finger on him?” Marcus eyes winding in fair and so did the rest.

Since everyone was focused on something else no one heard the door open and foot steps approaching.

“Please don’t-” Before he could even finish you moved your fingers and pressure start to build up around them.

They scream in pain while trying to get away but they were no match for your powers. The force around their body’s squeeze them only to feel something worse within them.

A burning sensation was felt in their chests and they screamed, their inner body’s started to glow red.

“Do you feel that, all the pain is just a glimpse of what I felt. I didn’t want to hurt you. I gave you options and yet, you still disobeyed me.” You watched them all scream in pain.

“But I hope you know this is me being reasonable” You crushed your hand together and their screaming got louder while the pain only got worse.

Their eyes started to bleed from the corner and their veins start to show, you knew you should stop. But how could you when they asked for this themselves.

“Y/n” your eyes widens and turned your head at the voice calling you. Heart fluttering as tears welded up into your eyes. Not caring anymore about the sparrow sibling you stop you magic as they fell to the ground.

“Five?” You questioned flouting down to the floor yourself. He looked different, the look in his eyes had changed. He must be tired is what you told yourself.

Five moves towards you looking over your features and the new looked you had. The tired look on your face, the eyes staring back at him that had lost all life. Your outfit looked new but it looked like something a comic book villain would wear.

You reached up to his cheek and searched for any signs he wasn’t real. But he was, he was real.

“Thank god” You pulled him closer while wrapping your arms around him. He didn’t know why he didn’t hesitate to hug you back after witnessing what you had just done.

The sparrow academy only sat up a bit from still being weak and watched still scared about losing their life’s. The umbrella academy watched the person they once knew as sweet and caring torture people.

“What happened” Five pulled away from you, and your heart throbbed at the lose of feeling him.

“I lost you- You guys just left without a word and I…” You stutter, remembering the feeling you once felt and to be honest still did, until now.

“I couldn’t feel you. Non of you, until today. They helped me see” You away as black spirits found their way to you, going into the back of your body.

Everyone watched in fear taking a step back except for five. He couldn’t blame you but how could he. He too was stuck without his family and loved ones, and he did anything to get them back. He hated to admit it but if he had the chance he probably would be you in this situation.

“I can make it right this time. You have to believe me” You pleaded. Hoping he wouldn’t think you were a monster and leave you again.

“I-i, I can bring everyone back, I can make this reality a good one. Everyone can be happy” Your eyes filled with tears as you continue to stutter looking around for anyone to help.

“Allison” you locked eyes with her. “I can bring back Clare and Raymond” Her eyes widen and her heart speed up. “You can?” you nodded your head fast.

“I can do anything you want.” Your breath start to pick up and you don’t know why but you felt out of place.

“Y/n” you felt five grab you hands and pull you into him. “I’m here now, i wouldn’t leave just claim down” You realized in the reflection of his eyes that yours had been glowing.

“Sorry” You blinked them away and just looked at him and it made you claim down. You looked back at the sparrow academy and it wasn’t full of hated or evil, it looked soft and guilty but they still didn’t trust you.

You stepped towards them while five reached for you but you insisted you weren’t going to hurt them. “You wouldn’t have to worry about me hurting you again, I’m sorry” You pushed back at red energy shot out and it wasn’t small either.

In fact it went through the walls and into the outside world fixing anything you wanted. The others watches as it just looked like red fog around them but not feeling any different.

You healed the sparrow academy and the broken peaces of the house went back into place. Soon the last shot of energy shot through your body as you took a deep breath.

“What just happened” You hear klaus mumble to everyone confused.

“I made this world a home for everyone” you turned back at walked to five. “I just hope everyone includes us.” You asked wondering if you still could be with him after everything he has seen and now knew about you.

“I said I’d love you forever. And i’m not a quitter” Five chuckled and pulled you by the waist and now only inches apart.

“Together forever, darling”

#the umbrella academy x reader #the umbrella academy #five hargreaves x you #five hargreaves x y/n #five hargreaves #five Hargreaves x reader #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #luther hargreeves #deigo hargreeves #the sparrow academy

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kyouka-supremacy · 7 months

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Gin is such a tricky character. They've got a very good premise and compelling relations with other characters which makes them very interesting to explore. They have near to no screentime which makes everybody have a personal and original idea of what their personality is like with equal canon basis, so that in the end it feels like the fandom is filled with as many different Gin-ocs as people that are in it. I'm forever pursuing the objective, doomed to be unsuccessful by its own premise, of finding a fanfiction that features a Gin characterization that perfectly aligns with my own Gin-oc.

Anyways, meet my Gin-oc:

I already mentioned this, but Gin and Ryuunosuke aren't biologically related. Back in the slums, everyone assumed they were for their similar looks and how they never left each other's side, and they never bothered correcting them; what did it matter anyways? In the end, when all their friends were slaughtered, they ended up being the only family they had.

Gin's quite confident actually: she could cut your throat at any given moment, and she knows it. That's the consequence of always having been quite spoiled by Ryuunosuke: not really with words, but it'd be extremely rare for him to criticize anything she does, and he would let her win on everything more often than not. She is the youngest sibling. The difference in age feels a lot bigger than what it actually is.

Gin's the blunt, sharp type; doesn't talk a lot, but when she does it's sure to cut you. She's similar to Ryuunosuke in that. She's the only one who can speak back to the most feared pm member without fearing consequences... And it shows.

The only thing that intimidates Gin is for people that have only ever known her in her work attire to see her in civilian clothes, or the other way round.

Gin is also a little naive compared to their brother: she doesn't contemplate the endless fight between good and evil or what it means to take a person's life like Ryuunosuke is used to, she just gets her job done. She's younger than Ryuunosuke and, although she's still a feared Port Mafia operative, I think she is fairly more immature than him, also given the fact that, again, Ryuunosuke used to spoil her and always tried to shield her from seeing the most gruesome, terrifying sides of the world. It's not like he managed to keep her blind to everything, she is from the slums too and she did see her family being slaughtered in front of her eyes and she does know how cruel the world can be a thousand times more than your average Yokohama citizen; it's just slightly better than it is with Ryuunosuke, that's it. And keep in mind that to me Ryuunosuke is quite naive too, so they're also close in this.

Gin and Ryuunosuke live together. Ryuunosuke moved them to a little rented apartment as soon as he could when he started receiving pm retribution, and they later moved to a big flat when he got promoted to command unit (the apartment was destroyed after Dazai left the pm because. yeah).

Ryuunosuke was actually against Gin joining the pm too. He never contemplated it being a possibility when he accepted to join himself. But Gin never had any intention to sit around uselessly, and was going to join whether Ryuunosuke liked it or not. He eventually gave in, reasoning the pm would have protected her, so it was all for her to be safe (a little naive thinking on his end, but he was young too).

The one and only time Ryuunosuke ever got mad at Gin was when he found out that she killed someone for the first time. Which like, what else did he expect ever since she joined the mafia? And yet he had thought (perhaps, hoped) that her role would be limited to low stakes missions, and that she would have maintained a low rank (he's a little stupid). He was furious. Which sounds quite hypocrite given the fact that he's killed countless people, but the thing is in his mind he always was the only one supposed to stain himself with sin, never Gin. Despite all the lives he's taken, I have reason to believe Akutagawa still values life and understands what burden it is to take other people's; a burden that Gin should had never known. He's quite the protective kind. But Gin is not afraid of Ryuunosuke (of course, he's her dear brother), and she wasn't afraid to speak back at him; in the end, she did what she wanted, but it was a tough tooth to swallow for Ryuunosuke.

No one has to know they're siblings– no one. Ryuunosuke is dead serious on the matter and mildly obsessed by it; he's tormented by the idea of any of his enemies getting revenge on him through Gin, and that's literally his greatest fear and worst nightmare (not only Gin dying, but also Gin's death being his fault). The only people to know they're related are the executives and Hirotsu; if Ryuunosuke ever found out anyone else knew, he would instantly hunt them down and kill them, no matter who they were. At work, Gin and Ryuunosuke act like they don't know each other; Gin never protested, because she understands just how vital the matter is for their brother, and how it would be impossible to change his mind on this.

Gin and Ryuunosuke love each other more than anything. They're always going to be each other's priority, always, I can't stretch this enough. 50% of the reasons Ryuunosuke joined the pm to begin with was because of Gin, because he wanted to take her away from the slums, because he wanted her to be safe. Yet they just... Have no idea how to help or comfort each other. Both of them are entirely inadequate with words when it's about comforting someone. So their only way to show affection ended up just being there for each other, silently. I can picture, in one of Akutagawa's lowest moments, when months of being beaten up are starting to really feel on his already frail body, and his illness is starting to emerge, him vomiting blood at home; and Gin just being next to him without saying a word– because what could she possibly say? But she's still there, next to him, and she's the most important thing for him; and it doesn't make the world any less cruel, doesn't lessen the pain that's killing both of them, but at least there's some sort of white comfort in knowing they're not facing it alone. I really believe that as much as Dazai worked to dehumanize Ryuunosuke, tried to make of him a mindless killing beast only existing to follow orders, Gin was the only thing left to keep Ryuunosuke hanging to the glimmer of humanity left in him. On that front, I find the relationship between them to be similar to the one Kyouka and Atsushi share in Beast: their life is walking through the darkest of nightmares, but they do so holding each other's hand.

Although, those moments of connection became always less frequent as time passed and both of them grew up. The more time Ryuunosuke spent working for the pm under Dazai, the more he was reluctant to show himself vulnerable, the more they grew apart. Ryuunosuke was going through a very hard time and for him it was of vital importance that Gin had nothing to do with it. On Gin's end, it was draining to have to powerlessly, passively witness her brother slowly destroy himself and his own humanity without being able to do anything about it, and ironically that led to her distancing herself from Ryuunosuke in turn. In a funny, cruel way, seeing Ryuunosuke so pained without being able to do anything about it activated the fight or flight response the slums installed in her: since there was nothing immediately tangible she could fight against, her instinctive response was to run away from the situation. I just feel like powerlessly having to see a dear one suffer so deeply without being able to do anything has the potential to be even more painful than having to bear the suffering yourself, and I can see how she would have wanted to distance herself from it. Gin and Ryuunosuke didn't move away or anything, but the time they spent together significantly decreased to the point they were both actively avoiding each other. Ryuunosuke was constantly moody and angry at the world and although it was never - ever - directed at Gin, can you really blame her if she didn't want to spend time with him? It's hard for me to explain this without making it sound like Gin didn't care about Akutagawa, wasn't aware and suffered from his pain, didn't want to help him; because she really did care, and was concerned for his suffering, and wanted to help. It's just something really hard to deal with on daily basis when it drags on for several years, and there's so little you can do, especially if the person you want to help would rather die than let you help them.

It got better, though. I feel like Ryuunosuke touched the bottom when Dazai left the pm. But his and Gin's relationship got better after that. Very slowly, very gradually, but it got better. I like to think something switched in Ryuunosuke with the Moby Dick fight, and he started to change. And if he had to change, he decided to start from his relationship with Gin, because she's the person he cares about the most. He tried to be there for her more often, tried to spend more time with her, and it made her so happy. It took a while, and it was a little awkward at first: after all, Ryuunosuke is still his brooding self, who will tell her “It's been a while // Let's go home” with a frown on his face; but even despite that, what matters is that he's still there where he wasn't before, he's there wanting to spend time with her, and Gin is overjoyed by it, and she smiles sweetly to him. They're fixing their bond together, and I think they will get there! I think they will get their close-to-normal siblings relationship.

Differently from Ryuunosuke, Gin actually grew to quite like her job, especially after the Black Lizard was born. Hirotsu soon enough became the closest to a father figure she could have ever wished for. And she has lots of fun with Tachihara– in a way, they share much more of a siblings relationship than she and Ryuunosuke ever had. They constantly jab at each other, they have inside jokes; they threaten each other's lives on the daily but unfailingly have each other's back in battle. Gin eventually opened up a lot to Tachihara, who she felt like was the only one who could really understand her; she had found a solid common ground in their shared experience of having a distant older brother they struggled to connect with. And she trusted the sentiment was mutual, that Tachihara opened up to her as much as she did to him, completely oblivious to his half-truths. When she found out he was a spy– when he told her he was a spy, it broke her. She felt deeply, thoroughly betrayed; it changed her. She's not much the forgiving type. (talked about the Black Lizard dynamics some more here)

#Also as in: me giving female characters the complexity author doesn't care enough to give them #But I've slowly grown to have such a precise perception of Gin's character that I supposed I could as well write it down #although once again it has NO canon basis #gin akutagawa #ryūnosuke akutagawa #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd analysis #my analysis #mine #q.#26/12/22 #I opened this saying “meet my Gin oc” and yet spent most of it only talking with her relationship with Ryuunosuke #I'm so extremely embarassed for that and I apologize 😭😭#But it really is hard not to talk about character B when handling character A who's is literally born from a novel of character B's namesak #and who's only canon info we have literally is being character B's sister 😭😭😭😭#But also like. I really like Gin and Ryuunosuke's relationship for what it does to both their characters‚ Ryuunosuke as well!#I think it really adds to his character beyond the “obsessed with Dazai's approval”‚ you know.#Btw: Gin drinks coffee like Ryuunosuke drinks tea #And neither of them can cook. They carry on through leftovers and what Hirotsu / Tachihara / Higuchi brings them

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banamine-bananime · 4 months

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my single half-thought-out... maybe quarter-throught-out hope for restoration is that epsilon deconstructs, memory-wise, to maximize pure technological efficiency, but then after the fight (which I hope we don't see but tbh just because i don't think it would be the best use of the runtime. i wouldn't be MAD about seeing the fight. i don't feel it cheapens 'you just have to have faith' any more than seeing anything after the end of s13 would, which is like, technically it does i guess if you're really committed to that one idea? but idrc. it was an interesting framing, making the sacrifice of never really knowing the outcome really have weight by making it have the same consequence for the audience. but to me, it's not interesting enough to hang the hat of the entire series on it. we've had years to sit with not knowing, and even for a new watcher, s14 was always supposed to be that placeholder to drag out the not knowing and make you sit with it a while.) -

ANYWAYS

-then after the fight that program is still running strong as ever. it's not epsilon but it's 'alive' in, you know, a very not-alive sense. and eventually starts to develop, just bit by tiny bit, something that could be considered a personality. maybe consciousness? maybe personhood? the barest little peeps of a naked, blind chick buried in a pile of ashes.

not epsilon and not church at all, and not tex either. but someone new coming out of all that for carolina and tucker and caboose and wash and everyone to get to know, and to show in a very concrete way that hey, this family and everyone they touch maybe isn't doomed to recapitulate the same Cycles of Doom and Badness forever - look at this little baby AI. they could become anything. they get to grow up in a world without the human-covenant war or project freelancer or the chorusan war, without the director's baggage directing who they become, and with a very weird, colorful family.

this new person who is definitely not church or tex but wouldn't exist without them, who maybe helps carolina shoulder some of that unbelievably heavy family legacy. right now, carolina's the only surviving relative left who can do anything to show it isn't all bad and there's hope, that her family mattered not just in bad ways - that good came out of it too. i think she's largely at peace - still grieving, of course, people never stop grieving - with her family's tragedy and with herself and her regrets, and that she doesn't consciously feel like if she doesn't constantly work to make up for everything PFL did then she's awful and it's her fault. but i do think she feels that pressure, even if she knows rationally it isn't a burden she has to shoulder, that she has no obligation to her father to accept/hold any respect for the idea of any sort of family legacy. she loves her mom and who her dad was and her AI siblings. i think it would mean a lot to her to have a new ?sibling?/?nibling?/undefinable-Family-member who doesn't have all the... narratively-doomedness-to-continue-the-cycles, and to see something new and hopeful come from epsilon's sacrifice.

#like i said. quarter-thought-out hope. no idea if there's any way this could be done well. the thought just makes me Experience Emotions #rvb #red vs blue #alexa send post

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Don't mind me, just thinking about how BRUTAL Hollow Knight would be as a roguelike.

Instead of always playing as the same knight every time you die you play as a different vessel, a different knight. Every run starts with you trying to break out of the Abyss (which would somehow connect to the top of Hallownest). The bottom of the chasm in the Abyss is already full of corpses when you start the game, but as you keep dying, more corpses keep piling up.

Some npcs notice that you are a different knight than the one they'd previously met, and each time they introduce themselves to you with a smile and kind words. Other npcs don't notice, they think you might have had a growth spurt, because you seem taller. And then there's a third kind of npcs, those that definitely notice, and that each time they meet you, a different you, they don't know what to do. Sometimes they greet you with a pleasant smile, other times their mood turns sour the second they spot you, because of the harrowing cycle both of you are stuck in. During some runs they talk to you about some of your predecessors, but during other runs they decide to spare you the details, wondering if maybe it's for the best that way. At some point, one of these npcs drops a key and you eventually discover it grants access to a secret room where that npc has been chronicling your attempts. There is a number written in a wall, because they keep tabs on how many of you they've met. There is also an asterisk next to the number, pointing out that the number is only an approximation. It's not accurate, it couldn't be, because certainly a lot of knights must have died before the npc met them.

Hornet... Hornet would like to love every single one of you, she would like to believe that you will be the sibling that succeeds, but she doesn't, she can't. Win or lose, there's no point in caring for any of you, because the soul crushing reality is that even the knight that raises victorious will abandon her when they are forever sealed inside the temple to replace the Hollow Knight.

One day, one of you succeeds. You replace the Hollow Knight. You seal the Infection. You could stop playing the game then, if you wish to do so. But the game isn't over. The next time Hornet spots one of you, she's horrified. Is the new vessel already succumbing? Is the cycle doomed to repeat until the eventual victory of the Infection? Or is it because you were created for a reason, and while that reason might no longer exist, you still do?

The Temple is sealed, and it will remain sealed until there's evidence that the Infection is once again escaping. So you wait, and while you wait, you decide to help people rebuild Hallownest. Even if it's pointless, even if it's doomed if you really are part of a cycle that one day might break. Even then, because what else are you supposed to do?

And when the first signs of the Infection reappear, you head to the Temple once again. Except this time, Hornet appears during the fight. She helps you achieve victory, but gets trapped inside the Temple with you, the new vessel. The next time the Infection reappears, when you open the Temple, Hornet gets out, she's very weak, and apologizes for not being able to help. Next time, she promises. This is another ending. You could stop playing then, and leave Hallownest stuck in that cursed cycle. Or you can keep playing, keep fighting. You visit the Colosseum of Fools and Godhome's Pantheons, because maybe, if you get stronger you will be able to vanish the Infection once and for all.

Eventually, during one of your final fights (when you finally acquire the Awoken Dream Nail), when Hornet pins the current Knight down and you use the Awoken Dream Nail, you're taken into a dream where the Radiance, the true heart of the Infection, is imprisoned.

When you finally defeat it, the Infection and the Temple vanish. There is a shot of the Abyss, where the rest of your siblings sink down into the ground. No one is there to witness it, but when Hornet eventually makes it to the Abyss and finds it empty, she realizes that it's finally, truly over. When she cries, her tears are bittersweet.

#hollow knight #roguelike #hollow knight spoilers #nym's posts

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I am once again thinking of and dying over Doom's John and Sam because how could I not when they have a shared traumatic past, a current complicated but never not ride-or-die relationship, an obligatory scene where she avers her absolute faith and trust in who he is that she absolutely knows he makes up the one percent that becomes superhuman instead of a monster once injected with the chemical or gene serum or whatever that wiped out an entire advanced extraterrestrial civilization because of said sweeping odds that whoever takes it becomes a senseless homicidal monster, and in a movie where every single person dies and is actually called freaking Doom while they share the name Grimm (and yes it's indeed poetic here to make the shout-out to the Grim Reaper), they two are the only two people that survive and he carries her in his arms from the depths, the abyss, to the surface, to freedom and open air, from the darkness of the underground, of death and the monstrous, to the light of the surface, the sky, survival and life and a long awaited reconnection between the two.

Who will dare come tell me I couldn't have made someone who has never ever heard of Doom think I'm talking about a non-incestuous pairing written with romantic after romantic trope if I conveniently left out the part that they're siblings?

I'm also fighting with my brain because I have been listening to Little Mix's Monster In Me on repeat and the dialogue goes something lie this:

my brain: John x Sam.

me @ my brain: No, stop. It doesn't even make any sense. The whole point is John didn't turn into a monster.

my brain: John x Sam. Think about it. Think about the vibe. Think about the post-movie fics that never were because they're siblings and people are cowards.

me @ me: Yes, think about it. The monster in me loves the monster in you.

I would like to thank everyone who gave us this movie. Most canon incest doesn't hold a candle to the insanity of Grimmcest.

Most canon incest doesn't hold a candle to the insanity of Grimmcest.

Preach!

You made my day with this post. John and Sam are iconic and forever favorites and it should be obvious to anyone why if they've read what you wrote here.

This movie is such a treasure and such a perfect confluence of unlikely circumstances and qualities.

In 99 out of 100 universes, John and Sam were exes. And in this one glorious instance they were written as siblings and it's so beautiful.

#grimmcest #asks #anonymous #john and samantha #john and samantha: commentary #commentary #noiv #nr #r: brosis #nc #doom #tw: incest

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tmnt-obsessed-ace · 6 months

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tell me about only one more chance

Kay

So it begins during the sealed siblings ending of Hollowknight (aka, ghost failing to dreamnail hollow to go fight the radiance. Hornet gets knocked out and becomes the dreamer, ghost becomes the new hollow knight and Hollow dies)

Well as Hollow is dying and desperately trying to wake up Hornet (it doesnt work, the spell is already in effect, the only way to wake her now is the dreamnail her and wake her up, destroying her in the process) they look at little Ghost, now suspended by glowing chains

It wasnt supposed to end this way, Ghost was meant to defeat the Radiance and finally let the kingdom rest, not seal her away with no possible way of defeating her now

And Hollow cries, for the first time in their entire life they cry, cry for their sibling now forced to endure their same agonizing fate, cry for Hornet forever doomed to sleep, cry that they failed. They failed their siblings, their father, the kingdom of Hallownest, everyone.

As they lay dying, the void hears their cries.

And the void, agrees that this isn't fair, this wasnt supposed to happen.

So the void decides to allow its last living child another chance. A chance to prevent this and actually save the kingdom.

Hollow is swallowed up

The next time they awake they are back in the palace. Their body completely untouched by the infection. (Though they still feel all he pain and suffering that the infection brought like a phantom limb because we need some pain for hurt/comfort purposes) they are the pure vessel once more

And the void heart is now sitting in the center of their chest. The void now united under their own will

A will that at this current time they were still denying they ever had.

Not only that but their own shade is now stronger, faster, growing restless in their shell

As they try to make sense of this sudden new development they realize WHEN they were.

They were somehow, through the power of the void, sent back to a living hallownest, one month before they were to be sealed away.

All their memories of their sealing are fully intact. They remembering suffering so much, crying and begging someone ANYONE to put them out of their misery. They remember watching hallownest fall through the infected. They remember failing their siblings

Now they have a chance to prevent all that, to save Hallownest (and become the new Lord of Shades, whether they want to or not thats gonna happen)

Only problem is that they still have to pretend to be the Pure Vessel, unthinking, unfeeling just an empty tomb for the Radiance. Which is a hundred times harder now because they have suffered for so long and even though their body is physically unharmed the pain still haunts them.

Now some fun ideas I have!

Hollow straight up kidnaps baby Hornet to try and keep her safe (its not gonna go well for anyone involved)

A confrontation between the Pale King and Hollow in the abyss based entirely on the song "Get In The Water" from Epic The Musical

Hollow gets an emo arc. (If I had a nickel for every time I give my blorbo an emo arc after torturing them I would have two nickels which isnt a lot but its weird that it happened twice)

And the Pale King realizing he FUCKED UP

#hollow knight #hehehe time travel fix it au with angst

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TW: loss of pet.

My baby black kitten died of fading kitten syndrome. She had congenital abnormalities (defects she was born with) like an enlarged kidney (which was very concerning), and extreme anemia aka low red blood cell count (her gums were all white), probably due to the Feline Leukemia she had tested positive for. She was the runt.

She was eating and licking small chunks of wet food off of her lips just the other day. She was play fighting with her siblings just the other day (granted she always was the least active because of the doomed cards she’d been dealt). But despite all her efforts to try and become healthy, in the last 24 hours, she faded.

I gave her the best possible life. Her attempted treatment lasted 12 hours before we made the decision to euthanize her, as she wasn’t responding to treatment and the leukemia was fatal. It consisted of an oxygen chamber, dextrose (sugar for her anemia), tube feedings, bloodwork, X-rays, disease tests. Those 12 hours costed me $2,500 USD. I used my life savings. I wanted her to live so badly. I wanted her to be a grown, healthy and recovered black cat who sat by the window and soaked in the gentle sunlight. I wanted to hold her and have more moments of her falling asleep in my arms— the night before her decline she was fine and had been laying on my arm, swaddled by my hoodie, her tiny 0.87 ibs / ~370 gram body cozy and warm, and she fell asleep before I started watching Survivor. I remember soaking that moment in, the yellow light of the living room. The quiet of the navy night beyond the curtains. A moment of pure coziness and sleepiness. A moment made only by two.

She was always sick and tired but didn’t show her pain. I blamed myself for her rapid decline, but the doctors all said she stayed alive as long as she could because of me (we took in a litter of kittens from outdoors last week, and it’s been so rainy, the wooden blanks under which they rested were all soaked through).

I’m grateful for every moment, my baby. Every nom of food. The way you walked up to me and meowed for food after just one day knowing me. You were starving and trusted me. The way you stared at me and jumped up, put your paws up on the oxygen chamber’s clear walls as they took you away to do treatment— you tried to go to me. I loved you and I love you forever. It was so unfair. It is so unfair. You should be alive now. I know how hard you fought to survive, to grow big and healthy. Your siblings were always so much heavier than you, alive and playing around with each other right now, though you are dead and cold and limp and decaying.

But you’re no longer in pain. You’re not going to suffocate to death. I found you in time and put you through treatment so that you could be warm and fed and given the oxygen you needed to fill your failing body— I found you in time to give you a comfortable death. You should be alive right now, you should’ve been born healthy. But you aren’t alive. But you also aren’t in pain. I did everything I could do and I am so sorry. I will take care of your siblings for you. Through the intense grief. Through it all. I love you forever, my blessing. My little kitten. 🖤

#fading kitten syndrome #fks #veterinary #cats #kittens #kitten #cat #goodbye #i love you forever #i love you #I’m so sorry #my baby #grief #heartbreak #my love #hurt

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