#give him a summer alt dude
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Really surprised that after all these years, FEH hasn’t decided to give Ike a summer alt despite him being a really popular character and being an easy choice for fanservice, but that hasn’t happened at all
Another big mention being Hector but I guess they just want women
#yeyarants#fire emblem#feh#fire emblem heroes#ike fire emblem#Ike#hector fire emblem#Hector#like hello?#really easy choice to make#people will actually waste money for that#I’ll be one of those#but ike is a really popular character but I guess they’ve decided not to?#give him a summer alt dude#heck even soren#but it would be a really cute one of Titania mist ike and soren#I know they’ve done one before with all of them but I can dream#also Jugdral characters#where are the Jugdral alts#I need more#come on feh#hector needs one too#we need more man for summer alts#Ephraim was a big one that I remember#CHROM TOO OMG#and Lucina#damn they missing like really fan faves for summer alts#I know they got a bajillion alts but it’s the only one I would want#please feh#there’s the three houses characters but eh
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Day Nineteen
A03 Link <- Starts at Chapter/Day One for those just joining us :))
Prompts For Day Nineteen
Taken For Granted/Left Behind/”Why Wasn’t I Enough?”
Alt. Prompt For Day Nineteen
Hypnosis
Prompts Used for Day Nineteen
"Why Wasn't I Enough?"
Tw's; Vomit, Guns, Injury Mention
Chapter Nineteen under the cut :)
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Summertime was always fun. Getting ice cream, hanging out with friends, having no responsibilities for three months; it was a break from the monotonous routine of going to school, dealing with people that hated him for seven straight hours, coming home to do work and doing it all over again.
The best part about summer was having time to spend with his mom. Going to different places just to stargaze, getting to see different parts of the world while hunting for ghosts? Even if his parents could be annoying sometimes, it was fine. All he really had to do was get past Jazz and everything would be alright.
Like right now! After the Fenton-Portal didn’t work, they were preparing for a trip out of state to go to different conventions and see if they can figure out what was going on with it so they could fix it. They might even be back in time for his birthday.
He heard his phone ring from the stand. He turned and answered it; it was glitching slightly, he’d have to have Tucker look at it if it didn’t fix itself.
“Hey, Danny speaking. Talk to me,” he greeted.
There was horrible, wet coughing on the other end of the line. “Danny,” Tucker said and sniffed, “We hanging out today?”
He winced. “Dude, even if I weren’t packing for a trip right now, I wouldn’t hang with you. You sound awful, what’s up?”
“I’m sorry,” he said. “It’s just so cold right now.”
His voice sounded off, but not sick-off. He wondered if he did something to his throat; his voice sounded a lot deeper. The words caught up to him and he frowned. “Dude, what are you talking about? I’m melting over here,” he replied as he wiped beads of sweat from his forehead.
Tucker groaned. “No, I’m like, so cold right now dude,” he said. Danny laughed a bit.
“You’re sick, man. Go get some sleep, I’ll call Sam and let her know. I’m sure she’ll bring you something.”
“Ugh, veggie crap,” he sniffed. “I want Nasty Burger.”
Danny rolled his eyes. “Goodbye, Tucker,” he said into the receiver and hung up.
He went to put his phone in his pocket when he saw something in the reflection. Giving a little “huh?”, he went to check again. There was a soft knock on the door.
He turned around. “Yeah?”
Jazz walked in with some pancakes. “I figured you’d want something before we have to live off protein bars and stuff that really shouldn’t count as fruit,” she joked.
Her voice was slightly off, too. It was almost like she had an... echo?
“Thanks, Jazz,” he said, grabbing the plate from her. He swore he could still hear someone talking. “Are mom and dad down stairs?”
“Yeah, they’re finishing putting up the last of the defenses against ghosts. You know how they are.”
He nodded and shrugged. “Yeah, they’re a bit... eccentric,” he said.
She snorted. “Did you hear that they determined that ghosts don’t have digestive systems because any food they give them disappears?”
He raised an eyebrow. “That’s dumb, maybe they just process it a different way? Also, since when are you interested in this crap?”
She frowned. “I...”
“Jazzerincess! Danno! It’s time to go, are you kids done packing-” Jack called from downstairs, devolving into a coughing fit. They heard Maddie offer him a tissue.
Something about it made his insides go cold for just a few moments before he shook it off. The oppressive heat immediately took its place again. Today was shaping up to be weirder than usual. “Almost done dad!” he shouted back.
He looked at Jazz, stuffing his phone in his pocket so he could grab a still-warm pancake. “Thanks, Jazz,” he said. “I’ve gotta finish up packing before dad chokes on his own saliva again and we never get out of here.”
She giggled and left.
Assuming the voices he could hardly hear were his parents', he finished packing. Occasionally, he thought he could see something out of the corner of his eye. He assumed it was nothing. He ate bits of pancake as he went.
He carried his bags downstairs. He‘d sensibly packed a backpack of the essentials and a smaller backpack of consoles, chargers, and books to keep himself occupied in the car and whatever hotels or campsites they stopped at. He had headphones with him. He thought of everything.
He cursed. He’d almost forgotten to grab his toothbrush.
He set the bags on the couch and ran back upstairs, waving to Jazz as he went. There was a weird show on TV showing a boy eating soup in some sort of room with a hospital bed. There was another boy next to him laying down.
He slid into the bathroom, almost crashing into the bathtub as he did. He wrenched open the cabinet before he could think about it too hard, grabbing his toothbrush and toothpaste to go back down the stairs so they could leave.
He shook his head. He thought he saw something weird.
He grabbed his small bag, putting the toothbrush and toothpaste in the side pocket and started to head for the car. The sun beat down on them from above, causing more beads of sweat to drip down his face uncomfortably and make him regret his choice of not going to go stay with Tucker while they did this. Tucker and Sam both had air conditioning.
He thought of the thick cough his friend had this morning. On second thought, he was glad he didn’t stay with him; he didn’t want whatever disease Tucker had contracted.
They piled into the car and started driving down the road. He picked up the copy of Pride and Prejudice Jazz lent him for the trip and started reading.
“Danny, sweetie, why don’t you put some sunscreen on?”
He frowned. “Not right now, mom,” he said.
She huffed. “Why don’t you at least have some soup?”
He frowned. “Soup?”
She tried to shove a thermos in his face. “Come on, sweetie, for me?”
He curled up on himself. “Mom, I don’t want to get souped again,” he said. “Remember the last time I ate soup in the car?”
“Danny, just take the soup so she’ll leave you alone,” Jazz said, grabbing the thermos and shoving it in his hands.
He took a drink. It tasted like piss; he gagged slightly. He noticed his mom and Jazz staring at him expectantly.
“It’s hot,” he said. It was; it burned as he drank.
“Good. Drink it,” his mom said.
He rolled his eyes. He drank as much of the soup as he could, just so she’s stop.
The lingering taste twisted his stomach. As the car moved forward it got worse.
He tried to focus on the book. He hummed under his breath. They’d probably get mad at him if another soup incident began.
He watched as Jazz downed some soup of her own. He didn’t know how she could stand it; the heat was building up in the GAV. He knew better than to ask to turn on the air conditioning; his parents were strict about where and when they turned it on. It was one of the few things that was non-negotiable.
He was beginning to think he was right to put the tank-top on but was sorely regretting wearing sweatpants.
His gut twisted. He jerked in his seat. “Pull over."
“What-”
“Pull over!”
His dad pulled over as he allowed Jazz to take the book. He pulled off his seat belt, opening his door and leaning out.
He could feel Jazz rubbing his back and whispering something to him. It was weird; her voice almost sounded like Tucker’s had earlier.
His mom forced some water into his mouth. He obediently swallowed.
They sat there for a moment, Danny collapsing into the seat. He thought he could vaguely hear a Tick, Tick, Tick, somewhere in the car. Another roll of nausea waved through him.
His gut cramped painfully as he retched, Jazz once again rubbing his back. He thought he could feel someone’s hand in his hair, but he couldn’t decipher who’s.
His mom handed him a tissue to wipe his mouth with when he was done.
They got back on the road, Jazz helping to prop him up using some of the pillows she’d brought. She leaned him over to rest his head on her shoulder.
He almost let the lull of the road put him to sleep. He closed his eyes and let the motion soothe him; he warned them not to give him soup on the road. This was exactly what happened last time he was given soup in the car.
He rubbed his eyes, cleaning out the crusty bits trying to glue them together. Jazz absently kept petting his head. He stared at his dad’s seat.
The driving was too smooth. It was almost like his dad actually knew how to drive; it was nice, and not that he wanted to question it, but it worried him. Jack had never been able to drive this well.
It was like he’d been replaced. He looked around.
He thought he saw something white at the edge of his vision. What was-
They pulled into a truck stop as he started questioning himself. He shook his head; he always got way too car sick on these long trips, especially when he was hot. The soup hadn’t helped. The taste in the back of his throat didn’t help the nausea that still lingered in his stomach.
“What happened to him?” He heard someone ask as they got out of the car.
“He got carsick,” Maddie replied, looking at the person with a protective glare.
Their face scrunched up. “How’d you deal with that in the car?”
“We pulled over,” she stated flatly.
They scoffed. “Figures. Parents these days are much too soft on their misbehaving children.”
“You listen here-”
“Mads! You and Danno comin’?” Jack called. When they turned back, the person was gone.
They shook it off, Maddie helping Danny into the truck stop. When they got inside, she encouraged him to go to his dad.
He almost tripped, Jack catching him and smiling down. “You okay, champ?” he asked.
Danny nodded. He opened his mouth and frowned. He could swear he heard something.
“... Ghosts parading around as teenagers. Don’t be fooled-"
He looked around. “What was-”
Jack started tugging him to the bathroom. “Come on, Danno, let’s get you cleaned up.”
He followed his father on unsteady feet. The more he looked around, the weirder it was getting. Most of the people around them were wearing white; White hoodies and sweats, white blouses with white jeans, white dresses. It was starting to freak him out.
They went into the bathroom. He went into a stall, trying to calm down. What was going on? What was happening here?
He took several deep breaths, trying to gather his thoughts. Sweat dripped down his neck, soaking his tank. He felt wet in places that he didn’t know he could sweat; it felt like he’s had an accident on his way here.
He really wished he’d had the forethought to wear shorts. He wasn’t even sure where they were going, but wherever it was, it was just getting warmer.
He heard someone knock on the stall door. He figured that was as good of a sign as anything that he’d been in here too long and to get out.
He opened the door and got out, going towards a sink. He turned on the cold water and thought about it for a second as it ran.
He stuck his hand under the cold stream. He was going to splash his face, but couldn’t quite get the motions down. Desperate for any sort of relief from the heat, he stuck his head under the faucet.
“Danny?” He heard his dad ask. “You okay there, buddy?”
He didn’t respond. The cold was a blessing on his flushed skin. He already felt like his head was clearing.
Tick, Tick, Tick
Someone had an annoyingly loud watch. He decided he didn’t want to know who, staying under the stream for what was probably longer than necessary.
He went up for air for just a moment before going back to the stream. He wanted to stick his whole body in the sink but didn’t think that would be a very pleasant thing to do to the rest of the people in the small space.
He felt his dad’s hand on his shoulder. “Okay, champ, that’s enough,” he said. He held the whine that tried to escape his chest back by the skin of his teeth; it was like finally getting a glass of water after years without it, and somebody coming along and saying you’d had too much. He almost wrenched himself from his father’s grasp to go back underneath the cool stream.
Jack helped him dry off with paper towels. He felt more balanced as they walked back to the car, even as he mourned the cold stream of the sink.
The walk felt longer than it had when they were going to the bathroom. He figured he’d been more out of it before, and now he could appreciate it.
… Assuming you could appreciate a sea of white like this. He didn’t know what was up with that. Oh well; it’s not like his own tank top wasn’t white. It was a hot day, after all. That must be it.
As they walked, he got the distinct feeling of something just being... wrong.
Tick, Tick, Tick
He turned. Nothing. He took a deep breath. He was fine; it was just hot. The heat was getting to him, consuming him whole. That’s all. A cold drink and getting his parents to turn on the AC would fix everything.
His mom and Jazz were already waiting by the car, holding drinks when they got there. His dad opened his door for him, making sure he was in the car completely before closing with a distinct slam. It almost sounded like someone closing the lab door a bit too hard. Everybody got settled before putting on seatbelts and starting the GAV.
He looked around at Maddie and Jazz, waiting patiently for them to begin to pass out drinks. He hoped they got him ice-cold water.
He could see it in his mom’s hand. He waited patiently, not willing to risk his chance of getting them to put on the ac. He could feel sweat still dripping down his back as he waited.
He picked up the book, feeling good enough to go back to reading. He was getting to the good part where Elizabeth finally talked to Mr. Darcy about George Wickham. He was never one to reread a book to hunt for the finer details, but something about this book-
Hang on... when did he first read Pride and Prejudice ? He tried to think back, combing over his education. He normally wasn’t one to read for fun. He opened his mouth to ask Jazz when she read it in school, only for his mom to make a noise.
“Oh! I’m sorry, guys, I forgot to pass out drinks,” she said, turning around and handing Danny and Jazz their waters.
He tore into his easily, making sure not to lose his place in the book. Jazz grabbed it from his lap. He thanked her before tilting his head back, drinking the cold water greedily. It soothed something in his chest, cooling him down and making him feel more human.
When he was done, he asked if they could turn on the ac. His mom twisted to look at him, Jazz giving him the same look.
“Sweetheart, are you okay?” She asked, pressing her hand to his forehead. She frowned. “You’re really warm. Baby, it’s not that hot in here.”
“What are you talking about?” He asked. “It’s boiling; I feel like I’m melting,” he complained.
Jazz grabbed his shoulder. “Danny, it’s really not that hot in here. Do you need us to stop the car? You drank your water pretty fast-”
“No, I’m not nauseous,” he said instead. “I’m fine. It’s just hot, can we turn on the ac?”
His dad looked at him through the rear-view mirror, “We’ll stop to get you something else cold to drink soon, champ. This ac isn’t going on; you might be hot, but the rest of us are fine,” he said, not unkindly.
He didn’t protest any more. He knew better than that; if he pushed, it’d just get his dad mad and, although the man wouldn’t mean to, his driving would become more erratic than it normally was and he’d nearly crash the car again. Considering they were in the GAV, a lot more damage could be done, and he really didn’t want to know how that would play out.
His nose ran a bit. He wiped it, taking a tissue from his mom and putting it in the bag she’d brought for their trash. He cracked his wrists, which had become stiff for... whatever reason. Especially his left. He moved his fingers; they felt stiff and borderline unusable. Cracking the knuckles didn’t help.
He took the book back from Jazz. Where was he again?
Ah, yes, the absolute drama fest Elizabeth had created for herself by not taking warnings as they came.
He smiled a bit. At least she wasn’t Jane; oh, that girl would drive him crazy. He wondered what her father would do in real life to that man. He knew his dad would NOT have stood for that sort of behavior from any suitor of Jazz’s.
He shook his head. Maybe he was getting too into this. Ah, well. What else was he going to do? His wrist felt too stiff for videogames right now.
Tick, Tick, Tick
The car slowed down. He hadn’t realized just how much time had passed; they were in some sort of desert. “Okay, everybody out,” Jack said.
They began getting out of the GAV. His mom grabbed the tents, beginning to set them up. He watched her; she was completely dry as he sweat through his clothes. He felt absolutely soaked.
He thought about putting one of Jazz’s blankets up on the open doors to create a privacy barrier to change behind, but he decided against it. He’d just sweat through those too.
He spotted a door.
Tick, Tick, Tick
He went towards it. He didn’t hear anyone call him back as he went to the door in the middle of nowhere. He wondered what it was doing out there.
He opened it easily. He looked back. He normally didn’t act on these sorts of impulses, but something was wrong. He could feel it. He needed to do this.
He walked through the door, coming to a winding path of halls. He began to walk. Occasionally, he’d see little glowing markers. He went down those hallways; he had a feeling they were important. He couldn’t explain it; it was like something was leading him to something big.
He looked around at the emerald-colored floors. The trim was intricate; it looked like someone had hand-carved it, taking hours of work just to hang here. He had the feeling it would’ve been an honor to have completed a project like that. The tapestries that hung on the walls had the same vibe; it was like they were made specifically for these granite walls.
He had the distinct feeling he’d been here before but couldn’t place when. It was like thinking back to a dream you’d had years before. He looked around.
Occasionally he’d see beautiful statues made from expensive-looking material. He had no idea where he was, but it felt like he’d seen them before. He frowned, trying to think. His breathing was harsh, even though he hadn’t done much actual exercise. He tried to wrack his brain.
He heard voices. He checked the glowing markers; they went straight to the voices. He understood the language, though he didn’t think he’d ever heard it before.
“Mother, why must I learn about this?”
“Because you will need to know soon, darling,” a woman answered.
He peaked his head around the threshold. He saw a woman and a child sitting on an expensive-looking bed with silky sheets.
“Mother, I promise I am ready-”
“Darling, I know you are ready for combat. I want your life to have more than that.”
Danny stepped further into view. Both of their heads snapped towards him. The woman furrowed her brow as the child grabbed a knife from under the pillow.
“INTRUDER!” He shouted, starting to lunge at him.
“Darling, stop,” the woman murmured.
She walked up to him. She was beautiful. She was vaguely familiar; why was everything so familiar-
“Habibi,” she said. Darling, his mind supplied. “What are you doing in this place? How did you get here?”
He opened his mouth to tell her of his parents and their road trip. He couldn’t get the words out. Instead, he stammered out, “I- I’m not sure.”
She placed a hand on his cheek. “You are very flushed,” she said. She turned over her shoulder.
“Darling, go get a servant. Ask them, nicely, to bring me some cold water.”
He nodded seriously. “Yes, mother.”
He started running as fast as his small feet would carry him.
The woman turned back to him. “Jason, your father is incredibly worried for you. Where did you come from?”
He was more confused than he was before. “My name is Danny,” he said.
The woman looked more concerned. “Habibi, what do you speak of?”
The feeling that had been building made his stomach roll. “I think we’re in trouble,” he muttered, almost collapsing.
She caught him easily. “Who is ‘we’, habibi?”
He licked his lips. “Me and Jason.”
She sat him down. “Explain.”
He tried to think. “I-I think, we’re being held... captive?”
She nodded. “I heard the same rumor. Where are you?”
He closed his eyes. He tried to think. “It hurts,” he whimpered. He felt her cup his cheek, stroking his hair.
“I know. Describe where you are, habibi, so we can help you and Jason.”
“... White. White room.”
“Good, good, what about the people?”
His breath hitched. “White suit.”
He opened his eyes. His gaze caught a mirror. If he turned his head right...
“She’s giving him soup.”
The woman looked at him. “What?”
“The- the lady. She’s giving him soup,” he repeated.
He vaguely registered her looking to follow his gaze. “You see him? In the mirror?”
“Yes,” he said. “She had two bowls... I don’t know why- I think she’s getting me something cold.”
“Can you hear them?”
He shook his head slightly. “I think I could before. I couldn’t hear them this time.”
She hummed. “Why did they take you?”
He made a pained noise. “I... I can’t remember. Everything’s wrong. I can’t think-”
“Shh,” she soothed. “It’s alright, habibi. Just relax,” she rubbed his shoulder. “Try to think. What happened when they took you?”
He tried to think. It was like trying to remember a past life.
“They don’t like us.”
He heard her hum again. “You’re doing well,” she said. She rubbed his cheek. “Habibi, why don’t they like you and Jason?”
He felt something painful in his wrist. “They don’t think we’re human.”
She blinked. “What does that mean, habibi?”
He tried to remember. Why didn’t they think he was human again? He felt pretty human right now.
“I...” he trailed off. “She’s back.”
The small child the woman had sent out earlier came back, a cup of cold water in his hand. “Mother, I could not find a servant, so I did the task myself.”
She gently took the water from him. “Thank you, darling. Can you leave us for a few moments?”
He looked like he wanted to pout. “Yes, mother,” he said instead, leaving the room once more.
She held the glass to Danny’s lips at the same time the boy, Jason, held a spoon to his. The cold was soothing, filling his body with relief. The water only soothed for a few seconds.
The woman holding him in her arms tried to ask a question, but he couldn’t hear her. He realized it was the cold broth that soothed his insides. He shook with effort, trying to get his body to hold the spoon.
He got it. He began to watch himself spoon it into his mouth and swallow. With each mouth full, he felt better. He looked at the woman.
“She came back. She gave me cold broth,” he whispered. His face scrunched in concentration. “I don’t think she’s nice. She’s better than the rest, but she feels... weird.”
The woman smoothed over his hair. “Habibi, I know it’s hard, but can you remember anything else?”
He couldn’t. He couldn’t remember why they wanted him, or why his body felt like it was on fire. He couldn’t identify the feeling in his chest.
“I don’t,” he said, “I’m sorry. I-”
He got an idea. He grabbed her wrist. “My name is Daniel James Fenton,” he said. “Please. Please, look into them. Jack and Maddie, my parents. I- I think-”
He thought of the portal that didn’t work. Was it always like that? Hadn’t it been active? He couldn’t remember very much.
“You think what, habibi?” she asked, not unkindly.
“I think they have something to do with this.”
His eyes stared at nothing. Memories slammed into him, one after another. His eyes welled up.
“I wasn’t good enough for them,” he said. Tears began streaming down his face.
“For whom, habibi?”
“For them,” he emphasized. “They don’t love me anymore. They think I killed him,” he cried.
“Killed who?” She asked franticly.
“Danny,” he said. “They think I killed Danny-”
Memories flooded him. They came too fast for him to explain.
“I hurt him,” he cried. “I hurt Dash, they yelled, they found out-”
“Found what out, habibi? You need to slow down; I do not understand.”
He couldn’t. Slow down, that is. The memory of the worst day of his life snatched his breath. He screamed.
His body began glowing in a familiar pattern, going from the center of his palm to just above his heart on his chest. It tore into him, consumed everything; any rational thought he’d had before.
Tick, Tick, Tick
The woman tried to help him; he could vaguely hear her yelling something above his head.
He knew it was too late. Something inside of him told him so.
When the pain subsided just a bit, he looked at her. “It’s the GIW!” he yelled.
She snapped her head at him. “What?!”
“It’s the-”
He disappeared from her grasp. He tried to hang onto her clothing as he was snatched from her grasp; it did not work.
He was slammed back into his body besides Jason, his arm aching from the center of his-
That’s right. He looked at his half-formed hand, shaking. The pain wrapped around his wrist like a cuff, feeling like it was cutting off the circulation. He half expected to look down and find it purple.
He nearly fell off the bed. Jason caught him, trying to calm him down. “Dude,” he said, “Phantom! Phantom, what’s-”
Tears flowed down his cheeks. “I’m sorry,” he said pathetically.
The other boy laughed slightly. “For what?”
“I couldn’t- I tried-”
Jason took him in his arms, rubbing his back. “Hey, breathe,” he said softly, “You’re not making much sense. You need to calm down, Phantom,” he said.
His body convulsed. He sobbed into the other boy’s shoulder.
“I wasn’t good enough,” he cried. “I’m sorry, I tried- I tried to tell her,”
“Shhh,” he replied, rocking him softly. “You need to calm down,” he said.
Danny looked up at him pathetically, another round of violent sobs overtaking him.
Jason, the saint he was, rolled with it. He soothed him as best as he could, rubbing down his back and shoulders. Eventually, he calmed down enough to have some semblance of having his life together. The tears stopped. He opened his mouth to tell him what he’d just seen.
The jingle of keys caught their attention. They looked towards the door, seeing an agent they’d interacted with before.
“Come on, maggots,” he said severely. “I’ve been told to take you to the bathroom.”
They followed him. Jason took his good hand in his. They followed the agent to the bathroom, trailing slightly behind as much as they could. Jason rubbed circles into his flesh as they walked.
When they got there, he went for the sink. He turned on the cold water, splashing it over himself. Once he felt like he cooled down as much as he could, he went to the stall to use the bathroom.
He had no idea if that was a real thing he’d seen or if he was just hallucinating. He thought it might not matter; whatever just happened, it’s not like he’d actually given the woman anything useful. Even if he had, what would she have done?
It was probably just his subconscious trying to soothe itself. His parents loving him, taking care of him like they used to; it was probably just a fever-induced dream. He shouldn’t read too much into it.
False hope was going to hurt more if he allowed it to. He knew there was nobody coming; his friends could easily track his ecto-signature, and he still hadn’t heard anything from Ellie. They probably cut their losses.
That was fine. He’d been the placeholder all his life; he should’ve known that, eventually, Sam and Tucker would also move on. He’d always been someone that filled the space until someone better came along. It was his fault if he was hurt that they’d finally gone and done that very thing.
Jason looked at him, concerned. He washed his hands and bent down, drinking straight from the tap. He allowed the cold to run through his veins and cool him down; his head felt clear. He felt like he could think. He’d probably still tell Jason about it; it was just a dream he’d had when he wasn’t in his right mind.
Jason handed him a bottle. He smiled at him and filled it with cold water. He could see Jason filling his with warm. He vaguely remembered that Jason was sensitive to the cold.
He wondered why they had different temperature needs. He wondered what Jason’s core was like. He might check that out when they got to the room; he wouldn’t want to try anything in the bathroom in case someone walked in on them.
When they were about to leave, he got an idea. He took his tank top off, running it under the cold tap. Jason watched him as he wrung it out and put it back on.
“Smart,” he muttered.
Thanks,” he replied.
They made sure the bottles were in Jason’s hoodie pocket before they left. They walked back down the halls, the twists and turns melting together and giving him a low-grade headache.
When they got into the room, the agent shut the door and locked it. Jason looked at him before giving him his water.
He thanked him quietly. They looked at each other for a few minutes.
“All right,” he said eventually, “I’ll bite. Phantom, what was that earlier?”
He took a deep breath before explaining. “I don’t know, man,” he said finally, “I think my brain just likes fucking with me. ‘Why couldn’t you be good enough for your parents, you piece of shit? Huh? You a little bitch boy?’” he mocked.
Jason snorted at him. “I don’t think it’s stupid, if it makes you feel better. That is weird, though. I wonder what was up with the rich people shit.”
He shrugged. “Maybe it was me associating one of my friends with safety? Her parents are rich as shit.”
Jason shrugged again. “Who knows? Brains are weird,” he said. “And if it makes you feel better,” he said getting close and booping him on the nose, “You’re more than good enough for me. You’re my brother, you hear? If anything, they’re not good enough for you.”
He smiled a bit. “Thanks, Ja-”
“Cardinal. Code names, remember?”
“Shoot, that dream has me more fucked up than I realized,” he said. “Sorry, Cardinal. Thank you.”
He waved him off. “You’re okay, man.”
He linked their pinkies together. They sat in silence for a few minute before he suddenly perked up. “By the way,” he said.
Danny looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
He saw the other boy take a deep breath. He looked over to the door before going under his hoodie and into his belt. He could hear two ‘Snap! Snap!’s before he pulled out his hand.
He blinked. “Cardinal. What am I looking at?”
When he looked back up, the other boy was smiling guiltily at him. “I stole this earlier,” he said lowly and held out the watch. “And I may have took this from the van?”
He held out a gun. It was smaller than any of the ones he’d seen before. He sighed. “Cardinal-”
“I know, I should’ve mentioned this way earlier, but I didn’t know how to bring it up,” he said.
He took it gently. He inspected it. “Okay, I haven’t seen this model before,” he said, “But I think I can figure it out. This-” he pointed to the cartridge, “Is where they put vials of ectoplasm.”
He watched Jason nod.
“This one’s empty,” he said, It looks like they discarded it for some reason. I don’t think it’s broken, but I can take a look when my hand regrows.”
He watched Jason take a deep breath. “Do you think we could rig it up to take ectoplasm from our bodies to fuel it?”
He blinked. He brought his left hand up, stroking his chin with what was formed. “Maybe. I’ve never thought of doing it like that before.”
Jason nodded. “It doesn’t need to be perfect,” he said. “It just needs to vaguely work.”
He nodded. “I can probably do that. We might need to steal some material, though,” he contemplated.
“Done. Just let me know and we’ll keep an eye out.”
He grinned. He loved having someone so on board with his plans.
“I think we can get away with using some scalpels as tools,” he said.
“I have a lock picking kit on me, do you think those’ll work?”
He shrugged. “What do they look like?”
Jason took the kit out of his belt. Danny took it from him gently, looking it over. “Yeah, these might be able to unscrew something,” he said.
He helped the boy pack it all up and away in his belt. “I think we’ll need... man, I wonder if they have some sort of specter deflector?”
“What?”
“Something that deflects ghosts,” he explained.
Jason shrugged. “I’d assume so?”
They talked lowly for a few more minutes, going over ideas. Eventually, Jason took the blue journal from the ceiling, tossing it down to Danny.
Sketching ideas was fun. There was still an undercurrent of hurt in his chest.
He didn’t think he’d ever understand why he wasn’t good enough for his mom. Why they disowned him so quick; the hatred in his father’s eyes.
It was a look he hadn’t seen even on the agent’s faces. He looked over to Jason.
He couldn’t imagine doing something like that to him. Or to Ellie, or Jazz, or Tucker and Sam. He didn’t think he’d ever understand why, or how, his parents could do it to him. It was like they didn’t even have to think about it; they’d done it as easily as breathing.
At least he had Jason. He’d had the dream woman. From what Jason said, he’d probably have the Bat too, when they met; apparently, he was in the early stages of an adoption addiction, and Jason was already planning on making it worse by getting him to adopt the neighbor.
They put the journal away before they lay on the cot. They could think about this more tomorrow.
He was still unnaturally warm, but he’d been getting steadily better. He hoped that was a good sign.
He cuddled up to Jason. He hoped the dream was some sort of sign they were going to survive. That there were still people out there looking for them.
He suddenly felt silly for feeling like his friends and sisters forgot about him. Of course, they hadn’t.
After all, he didn’t forget about them just because he had Jason. He just had to be patient.
He just had to survive a little longer.
#dp x dc#ailesswhumptober2023#jason todd#danny fenton#danny phantom#dc robin#robin#batman#ai less whumptober day nineteen#kite flies over the nightingale nest
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Which 3H units do you wish have more alts? For me it’s:
Claude because poor dude doesn’t have a lot compared to Edelgard or Dimitri. I feel like Claude would fit well in a Christmas banner or even in the next desert banner. (azu-taro can return to draw another Claude alt or maybe even have Kaoru Hagiya to draw a Claude alt)
I wouldn’t mind another Hilda alt so as long as it makes sense. Actually, put her in a Duo Hero with her big bro Holst lmao.
Marianne because she is a geniune sweetheart. (I kinda feel that the artist behind Resplendent Julia would’ve drew Marianne very well)
Lysithea because I wouldn’t mind having another Lysithea alt. (I kinda want to see Lysithea being drawn by either Miwabe Sakura or even Kofuzi Konzon)
I would’ve said Leonie but she needs her base form in FEH and the same goes for Ignatz, Raphael and Lorenz.
Seteth and Flayn because dear god were we cheated out of the 1st Summer banner!! I wouldn’t mind seeing Flayn frolicking in a very cute summer dress and seeing Seteth showing of his muscular body. (I’ll let the Shamir and Catherine Summer Duo Hero slide, becuz the girlfriends deserve a summer vacation)
Claude honestly deserves an alt on a banner WITHOUT Dimitri and Edelgard, and I’m saying this as a Dimitri fan. The other too are WAY too overhyped on the banners and poor Claude gets the short end of the stick 95% of the time.
There’s a couple of units I feel definitely need alts, some who aren’t even in the game:
Alois would be great having an alt along the lines of Dozla, where he’s helping people or children.
Manuela ALWAYS can have another alt.
Dedue is in desperate need of an alt. How come him and Hubert have none while Hilda gets THREE?! Oh wait, I know the answer: Boobs. THAT’S why.
Balthus. PLEASE IS, REMEMBER YOUR FEMALE FANBASE. EVEN IF YOU COVER HIM UP I DON’T CARE, I WANT HIM FOR *HIM*!!!
I’m not super crazy about him but Hanneman would be pretty fun.
Jeralt. PLEASE give us a Jeralt alt.
Arval, give my best friend an alt!!!
Shezs, either one. But maybe not too soon since we already had the summer alts.
And regarding your picks, YES Seteth and Flayn need a Duo unit! And Marianne I would be totally ok with her having an alt. You’re right about the others who need their base unit in the game, but I wouldn’t mind them having alts again too.
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Sync Pair Retrospective - Summer 2022
Summer alts in gacha terrify me. Maybe it's because I'm from FEH, but it always signaled the coming of the most uncomfortable art for your favorite female character you could imagine. Thankfully, Masters is still a Pokemon game, and my initial encounter with Summer alts was pretty mild. The realization that the first ever summer alts, Lyra and Steven, were literally just normal clothes, was refreshing. And 2022 followed suit, basically giving N and Hilda a focus on festival clothes. I appreciate it...so much. So glad they continued this with Tate and Liza.
N (SUMMER)
N and Zoroark is absolutely hilarious to me. Dark-type damage at this point felt...underwhelming. At least to me. You had Sygna Suit Cyrus, but very little else in the type's favor, what with most tools being really bad (Grimsley, Karen at the time) or good DPS in exchange for dying (H!Hilbert, BP Karen). Sygna Suit Cyrus was the first significant encounter with a good Dark-type damage dealer, and he was mostly sync and sleep focus. N was the first to feel like he was really taking advantage of Dark as a limited damage type. What he offered was big damage in Night Daze, and utility in the form of Snarl. His sync wasn't the best, but as a DPS unit, he's pretty nice!
Unfortunately time took a bat to the back of his skull.
Night Daze can miss. Yeah, somehow N's kit doesn't solve for the accuracy issue. Moreover, while his DPS is good, it's not exactly life-changing. The accuracy debuffing was nice, but didn't lead into much of note for him, being too inconsistent without On a Roll to matter much. And to top it off, a four-bar move means you need gauge control, which he doesn't really have. N wasn't quite bad, but he's one of those pairs I've never had a good time using.
Which makes the following events worse. Karen got a grid expansion and it was unreal, offering a fantastic 60% flinch rate on her Dark Pulse, better self-setup with double debuff Snarl (N himself only had a 50/50 shot, Karen was guaranteed), and much improved sync damage. Nanu got his grid, and went from mostly a utility bot, to a legitimately astonishing sync nuker of his own. Champion Serena showed up and covered Dark in addition to her natural Water, and while not carrying the same DPS, her sync was unrivaled. And of course, we then got Champion Marnie, who just obliterated anyone's attempt to keep up on Dark-type DPS, and the illustrious SC Zinnia with an absurd Buddy move and some really nice utility for a team.
N was top dog for a very brief moment in the type, and hasn't really kept up with the shifting of the tides. I'd argue Karen is legitimately just better than him at everything he wants to do. Better gauge control, better debuffing, better secondary effect on solid damage and much better sync. And considering Karen is like fourth best in the type now? Yeah, N stands very little chance. I'd say he got the benefit of Lodge Dawn, whose Team Sharp Entry and speed buffs salvage a lot, but she's not exactly a reliable answer to CS, you know? And so, N just kinda...exists. Sadly.
But again, it makes this next part hilarious.
HILDA
I love being right. I love it more than anything. And once again, my love of supports does not steer me wrong.
Hilda, by contrast, has done pretty alright for herself. Despite being reviled as one of the worst sync pairs of the last year, Hilda was always pretty good at her job. She's a tank, taking hits wonderfully, and at full investment offering some clutch debuffing of the foe's defensive stats. Among other useful options. The main reason to dislike her is really just...no pop healing. First Aid 4, that's it. She doesn't recover well, and as a pure tank, that's a problem.
What she does have, however, is Topsy-Turvy, inverting a foe's buffs to debuffs. Which some may ask, is that really that good? Yeah dude! Have you never played Gauntlet before? Sudden shits in stats occur on the regular, and do you know how valuable it is to invert the early Bar 1 +2 accuracy to a -2 accuracy? Do you know how sick it is to press a button once and have Latias go from a major problem to bleeding out? This skill was great! Sure, some people considered it niche, but I've always thought it held tremendous weight.
That said, this never caught on as a gimmick, despite being delightful, and Hilda does not offer nearly what SS Morty did as a support. If anything, many would consider her primary competition to be BP units, which isn’t good as a seasonal. BP Morty had the same buffing trainer move, but had Potion and Astonish. BP Clemont would show up with the same trainer move, but also accuracy buffing and Screech for better defense debuffing potential. She absolutely couldn’t keep up with powerhouses like Morty, so what possible chance did she have against a nightmare like Aura Cynthia? There was just no reason to even look at Hilda.
Hilda was largely relegated to Gauntlet, being quite good there, but languished in CS. A little unfairly, I might add. I feel like there were enough stages that Topsy Turvy still had merit, it’s just that no one else agreed.
But as a wise man once said, true genius is never recognized until it’s needed, and I am vindicated once again. The 12.5k Master Mode meta added a few new tools to select from, and one of them was the "All Stats +3" condition for foes. While generally not selected for anyone, Summer Hilda suddenly pops off, able to hit the foe for -3 in every. Single. Stat. Suddenly, you're halfway to a full sync nuke multiplier. Need Relentless support? Great, just pack a Leer ally and this condition, and you're at max performance for sync 1. Devastation? Same deal. Power Play is now 83% charged in one action. Anything is on the table now. To say nothing of fights like Glacia, where she comes in with +2 accuracy and the heavy-hitting Blizzard, and you can just...invert it and laugh.
Hilda and N are great examples of what makes a sync pair good long-term. Sure, N was temporarily a great DPS unit, but without some key elements, he's just waiting to get outdone. Comparatively, Hilda's traits are fully unique. Someone may come along and do it better, like how Lucian now outclasses P!Dawn in every meaningful way, but P!Dawn isn't useless because of this, you know? She's just not the top dog. Hilda will always have this niche. Despite being disparaged as a bad support like so many others, she's just another in an extensive list of sync pairs that showed up with something unique and valuable, and has stood the test of time. Sure, neither of these two were like...meta defining options. But man, you can't always be pushing boundaries, and we just got done with Jotho VA and Sinnoh E4, let people breathe a bit.
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Seigfried, Chevalier d'Eon, Medusa, Zhuge Liang (Lord El-Melloi II)
fghshs thank you SO MUCH for indulging me wings
First impression
Seigfried: Oh I know him!!! He's hot, coo-- SUWABE???? OH SHIT OH NO
D'Eon: Ohhhhh, I've heard of them! Like that manga!
Medusa: That's the, uh...least snakey Medusa I've ever seen. Why is she a Rider? Huh.
Waver (because it's basically Waver): AWWWW BABY I LOVE YOU ALREADY, you poor bastard getting roasted in the middle of your class by your professor...
Impression now
Siegfried: You're so stupid. You're so noble. Dear good lord christ you absolute heroic idiot, I love you. Good lord. Go apologize to your wife you dumb wonderful himbo.
D'Eon: They haven't had much time to shine, but I do like them! And reading up on their historicity is fascinating!
Medusa: DAUGHTER QUEEN YAS SLAY I LOVE YOU DUSA WHAT A GIRL, WHAT A LOVELY SWEET GIRL WHO WILL MURDER FOR HER POOR ABUSED MASTER WHAT A GREAT SERVANT
Waver: King shit, nothing like sneaking into an entire ass mage war you were NOT supposed to be part of, somehow being the only mage survivor (Kiritsugu doesn't count he died in all ways but physical), and going back home to STEAL YOUR DEAD PROFESSOR'S NAME AND JOB???? On TOP of somehow scoring an ancient bara king as a boyfriend????? Absolute legend, the El Melloi classroom is the best place to be.
Favorite moment
Siegfried: I haven't finished Apocrypha yet but dude his immediate 'aight time to kill myself for this random homunculi kid who needs help' was kinda legit if stupidly heroic. Also him showing up in Traum pretty much literally to go "i am so sorry I'm such an idiot I love you" and defusing Kriemhild in seconds was fucking amazing. Also his summer alt puts me in hysterics.
D'Eon: Them being basically the only sane NB in Agartha was pretty hilarious, poor d'Eon.
Medusa: I have not watched HF because Reasons but I hear she goes fully fucking apeshit to protect Sakura and I say slay queen you go girl. Also her being just sweet and chill and vibing with Sakura in Emiya Gohan gives me life.
Waver: The finale when he stares down Literally Gilgamesh and manages to survive was glorious. Also everything about Case Files, but specifically the final bit where he gets to talk to Iskandar for a bit. Also also in Accel Order when he's committing so much violence against his baby self and when he absolutely fucking plays Kayneth like a fool, that was hilarious.
Idea for a story
Siegfried: I don't have TOO many ideas here, actually, but I'd like to see Kriemhild put up with his event shenanigans, bless her. Go on double dates with Sigurd and Bryn.
d'Eon: More screentime! Go hang with Marie!
Medusa: I think I'd like to read things dealing with her past and her sisters and the other Greek Servants, but also I would read everything involving Medusa beating the fuck out of Zouken and Shinji :)
Waver: Go make out with your bara boyfriend, also solve more mysteries, also also take a nap. Though Waver teaching Fujimaru mage basics would be adorable! He's in charge of Modern Magecraft Theory, they'd get it a little better.
Unpopular opinion
Siegfried: Uhhhh, call me back after Apocrypha?
d'Eon: It's only tangentially related, but I don't hate Agartha. Like, it's DEFINITELY not Good, but it's not terrible either.
Medusa: /shrug emoji
Waver: IDK man, what are Waver opinions? I love this guy.
Favorite relationship
Siegfried: Him and his wife, him and Sieg so far, he and Kotaro were kind of adorable buddies in the Vegas event.
d'Eon: Them and Marie for sure, it's sweet. Also them and Astolfo is a kind of funny duo, NB RIGHTS.
Medusa: SAKURA FOR SURE.
Waver: ISKANDAR ISKANDAR ISKANDAR, but also Grey and the rest of his class, like damn, I'd kill for Waver as my professor.
Favorite headcanon
Siegfried: I don't actually have many hcs yet.
d'Eon: Neither for d'Eon, admittedly.
Medusa: She and Parvati hang out all the time for sure.
Waver: Like I mentioned above, I definitely hc Waver helps teach Fujimaru how to use basic magecraft so they don't Die. He also helped in EoR to deal with the Mage's Association. I also hc he tagged along with my Fujimaru into the London Singularity.
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For better or worse, we have Nasu to thank for summer 3. Him and the fgo team took a vacation to Hawaii and they enjoyed it so much they created an event based off their vacation.
I knew the first part. Didn't know the second. Too many witty retorts. Brain short circuiting.
But yes. Summer 3 and Babylonia/Solomon (for all my complaints of Babylonia's faults it is an empirically great story) are the things that stand between me and openly decrying Nasu as a fraud. At least in terms of FGO specifically, obviously I cant remark on the original VN or KnK/Tsukihime. But Summer 3 is my favorite event in the game and tied with Atlantis for my favorite thing in FGO period after Lostbelt 1. And that means no matter how begrudgingly, I have to give Nasu some serious credit. I think he's a hack and a sellout for how bad his worldbuilding is (especially when that's the thing I always hear people say, "but the worldbuilding is so good" no it's not he just has way too much of it.) and how he bastardizes the entire franchise whenever money is on the table, but the dude can clearly do some incredible writing when he just sits down and tells a story. without getting caught up in all the things around it. If he took over Jalter's dialogue from Higashide for her summer version, that also means he does my favorite character better than the guy who created her because Summer Jalter despite being a fanservice alt is honestly one of my picks for the best written characters in all FGO.
So yeah. Nasu needs to learn to make his stories more self contained, because so far that's universally when he's at his best, and I won't hesitate to admit his best is amazing. Since he in fact did not head Lb5, i guess Lostbelt 6 will be when I see if that pattern continues or if like LB5.1 has foreshadowed he'll get so caught up in that stupid overarching alien plotline is kills it for me...
#and after that we'll see once again with Lb7...*shudder*#fgo#of course the TRUE best fate writer is Takeshi Kawaguchi#never thought i'd get an ask#positive fate post#sort of...?#I've actually talked with my friend about why we both agree summer 3 is the best and we both agreed it's because it's a self contained#story with a time loop mechanic that allows it to fully flesh itself out#whereas every other christmas and summer event feels like a week of nonstop chaos with no introspection#Gudaguda based on my first experience with it via 4 is like a halfway point
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if i'd known you were fighting with canonseeker i would've warned you about him sooner. the dude is infamous. he commissions thousands in taiyang/summer fanfics/art/etc. and really REALLY hates the "qrow is ruby's dad" theory. he literally went into credit card debt to fund his rwby commission addiction. the dude is also notoriously racist and sexist as well (he basically supports israel and also thinks that female critics in the rwby fandom only follow male critics opinions and that we can't think for ourselves). he's a giant shitstain who's banned from r/rwby and r/rwbycritics both! imagine how shitty you have to be for both sides to give you the boot, lol. regardless, the best course of action is to block him and hope he doesn't keep bugging you on his numerous alt accounts lmao.
In general I need to be better about blocking assholes who won't leave me alone. I'm usually pretty good but if I'm in a pissy enough mood I'll bite back and it can get ugly.
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intelsys alts you can do for chrom
chrom & emmeryn. please. when i beg you. im on my knees. let him duo with his big loving sister. please
chrom & lissa. please again on my knees who would not want to see two destructive forces joined together? please????
if you wont give him sibs at least chrom & one of the shepherds. not robin. listen before you go into a shock, it is predictable and idk .... yey chrobin and all that but .... idk surprise me. dont get me wrong i would be still be happy for chrobin duo but like .... mhm.
HOW ABOUT CHROM AND LUCINA HUH THOUGHT ABOUT IT? JEE I WONDER HOW MIA GOT DUO WITH LUCINA BEFORE EVEN HER FATHER. makes u think. but i cant talk about mia my love. i love her. i love the summer alt. weird they chose ‘marth’ but nykay. we will live with it. still pretty. i love mia and lucina art.
ok ok but hear me out ...chrom and gangrel XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD listen. liiisten. listen. gangrel got that one skill which if chrom misses he actually hits himself because it is gangrel hitting him XDD please. i beg for this troll. you miss u get hit nyhaha.
who else.
hector & chrom . . . wow. marth and chrom? wild. ephraim and chrom lol. you know who else a dangerous combination ... no, not ike, it is is sigurd. just two lads with flowy nice blue hair. amirite? ok actually i meant cedea jokes on you. cedea his grand grand grand grand mother whom ppl might have shipped her with chrom in tokyo mirage sessions if they didnt know their background LMAO. ok it is a joke dont read this and OMG SHE SHI-- shut the fuck up smh.
pair up with walhart and frick everyone. lets go.
my brain:but colm ye? colm dude. colm my dude. listen. i like thieves. dont judge me bich. colm is cool. dumb and rude and mean but he is cool. this is me trying to think of every blue hair character to pair up with chrom haha. but hey eliwood??? sick. i wanna see blue and red flames mhm yes. roy is cool too.
uuuh .... yeah. i will write serious posts soon ... i will.
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now that it's over, thoughts on Bendis' Superman as a whole?
pretenderoftheeast said: So, thoughts on Bendis' Superman and Action Comics' tenure altogether and separately now that it's over?
Anonymous said: Best and Worst things about Bendis' Superman run
Anonymous said: Now that it is over, what are your thoughts on Bendis' runs on Superman and Action Comics as a whole?
Anonymous said: Retrospective thoughts on Bendis' Superman as a whole now that it's, I guess, done?
Anonymous said: Hey so since Bendis’ Superman stuff seems to be done, what did you think of the run as a whole?
I decided to hold off a bit on writing on this one, if only so that I could reread the Action Comics side of it since Superman stood out in my memory a lot more. But now I have, and as we’re heading into a bold new era of Superman (and it’s coming in fast - just since I made my Superman in 2021 predictions we’ve gotten Ed Pinsent finally reprinting his legendary bootleg Silver Age Superman, Steve Orlando announcing his Superman analogue book Project Patron, an official shonen Superman redesign for RWBY/Justice League, PKJ’s Super-debut turning out far better than I ever expected, Superman & Lois’s first proper trailer largely taking people pleasantly by surprise, and my learning that there’s a Sylvester Stallone Old Man Superman analogue movie titled Samaritan coming out this summer) we’re ready to take a look back with at least a touch of perspective. I’ll lead with complaints, so everybody who’s been waiting for me to say that Bendis on Superman was Bad, Actually, savor this because it’s as close as you’ll get.
The Bad
* I hate to say it, but rereading that side of the run there’s no two ways about it: the structure of Action Comics as a whole is a mess. It baffled me from day one that it was the more acclaimed of the two books for so long - I guess people are hardwired at this point to think of ‘street’ stuff as where Bendis is supposed to be - because it was immediately clear that Superman had a well-defined story he wanted to tell, while Action was the usual Bendis off-the-cuff improvisation. It’s barely even a story in the same way, and it’s certainly not the ‘Metropolis crime book’ people took it as: it’s 28 issues of Superman and his supporting cast stuffed a pinball machine with the Red Cloud pinging off of each other as we wait to see who falls in the hole at the bottom, and partway through Leviathan and the Legion of Doom and 90s Superboy are tossed into the mix to keep it going a little longer. On an issue-to-issue basis it’s frequently really good, but the core plot of the book is *maybe* six issues stretched out over two and a half years.
* I’ve gone into this some before, but structure-wise Unity Saga also has problems: Phantom Planet rules but either it needed to be cut or the back half needed to be a year all its own in order to accommodate the scale of what it’s attempting. It’s got an interstellar civil war leading into the formation of the United Planets, family drama, Rogol Zaar’s whole deal, and Jon’s coming of age, and I’d say only that last one is really properly served. Even Jon forming the United Planets, while contextually somewhat justified in terms of 1. The situation being so far gone he’s the only one who’d even think in those terms, 2. Things being bad enough that these assorted galactic powers would be willing to try it, and 3. Him having the S on his chest to sell it, isn’t at all built up to within the run itself.
* Rogol Zaar sucks. He’s made up of nothing but interesting ideas - he’s an ersatz warrior ‘superman’ of a bygone age of empires up against the new model, he’s the sins of Krypton as a conservative superpower come home to roost, he’s while not outright said to be definitely Superman’s tragic half-brother and the culmination of everything this run does with Jor-El - but none of them manifest on the page, he’s just a big punchy dude with a dumb design who screams about how you should take him seriously because he’s totally the one who blew up Krypton. Even a killer redesign by Ryan Sook for Legion of Superheroes can’t fix that. There are lots of bad villains with good ideas who are redeemed with time and further effort, but I can’t imagine Zaar getting that TLC to become a fraction of whatever Bendis envisioned him as.
* The second year of Action Comics, after establishing itself in its first as one of the most consistently gorgeous books on the stands, leads with Szymon Kudranski’s weak output and then concludes with John Romita Jr. turning in some career-worst work. The latter is particularly egregious because for that first year Bendis writes a really collected, gentle Superman so him getting pushed into being more aggressive should have an impact, but Romita draws such a craggy rough-looking Superman in the first place that it mutes any sort of shock value.
* WE NEVER LEARN WHAT’S UP WITH LEONE’S CAR, WHAT THE HELL. You don’t just DROP THAT IN THERE and then NEVER FOLLOW UP.
The Good
* Superman got his real clothes back after 7 truly ridiculous years.
* Bendis fundamentally gets Clark’s voice in a way unlike almost any other writer - even all-around better writers of the character almost never approach how spot-on he is with having Superman speak and act exactly how Superman should.
* Supporting cast front and center! He writes a dynamite Lois, Perry, and Jimmy (even if many of Lois’s more out-there decisions in the run don’t end up retroactively justified the way you’d hope), Ma and Pa are more fun than they’ve been in decades in their brief appearances, he manages to turn having Jor-El in the mix into a positive, and the Daily Planet as a whole has an incredibly distinctive vibe to it like never before that I hope is taken as a baseline going forward.
* The non-Rogol Zaar baddies? All ruled. Invisible Mafia and Red Cloud are both brilliant ideas executed solidly if overextended. Zod as Kryptonian Vegeta, Mongul as a generational perpetual bastard engine primed to be incapable of self-reflection, and Ultraman as “what if Irredeemable but he’d never been a good guy and also he was a Jersey mobster” are the best versions of those characters by numberless light-eons. Lex is on-point in his sparse appearances. Xanadoth as a mystical cosmic monster older than time who still talks like a Bendis character is however unintentionally a hoot. The alt-universe Parasite is a more intimidating Doomsday than Doomsday ever was. And Synmar as an alien culture’s attempt at creating their own Superman and messing up the formula when they make him a soldier can and should be a legitimate major ongoing villain coming out of this run.
* Pretty much all the art other than what I mentioned already. Fabok does a good job bookending The Man of Steel and Ivan Reis does the work of his career anchoring Superman (special props to Reis as well for drawing the first ever non-Steve Rude interesting-looking take on Metropolis), and meanwhile you’ve got Jim Lee, Jose Luis Garcia Lopez, Doc Shaner, Steve Rude, Kevin Maguire, Adam Hughes, Patrick Gleason, Yanick Paquette, Ryan Sook, Brandon Peterson, and David Lafuente doing their own parts.
* Closely related to the art, all the little flourishes with the powers. Super-speed having a consistent visual with the background coloring changing, Clark internally putting numbers to the degrees of force behind his punches and what situations which numbers are appropriate for, ‘skidding to a halt’ mid-flight before crashing through a window, the shonen-ass major throwdowns as portrayed by Reis, how his super-hearing is handled as a prevalent element. Lots of clever bits that added flavor to what he does.
* While Unity Saga has problems, the whole of what Bendis does in Superman as a means of forward momentum for Clark and his world is excellent. The sort of three-act structure of:
** Clark is led to question his place in things over the course of a few adventures
** Involvement in the larger cosmos and the impact it has had through and on his family makes him realize the answer to his questions is that he needs to step up in a bigger way because there’s no benevolent larger universe to welcome Earth with open arms, nor a cosmic precedent for everything turning out for the best without some help
** As a consequence of the lessons learned by this change in the status quo Clark is inspired to make his own personal change in revealing his identity (with Mythological basically being an epilogue showcasing a ‘standard’ standalone Superman adventure while simultaneously highlighting his new status quo and how it fits in as a summing-up of Bendis’s take)
…does a great job of shepherding through ideas that lend a lot of forward momentum to Superman of the kind he hasn’t seen in a long time. Not perfect, but far lesser stories with far lesser ambitions have made huge impacts, so I’d certainly hope at least some of this sticks around even if, say, regardless of any retcons to the main line there are always going to be stories with Clark as a disguise and Jon as a kid. Oh, speaking of whom,
* KISS MY ASS, EVERYTHING WITH JON KENT RULED
Ahem. Probably a less confrontational way of putting that.
Do I think there was more gas in the tank for Jon as a kid? Totally, making him likeable and viable was the one really good thing the Rebirth era accomplished for Superman and I expect we’ll continue seeing more of it in the future one way or another. But whether or not him being aged up was Bendis’s decision, or working with marching orders to set up the eventually-(kinda-)discarded 5G, the coming of age narrative here is fire. He keeps the essential Clark Kent kindness and bit of Lois Lane cheekiness that reminds you he’s still their kid, which is a combination Bendis is basically precision-crafted to write, but his trials by fire give him a background entirely unlike the by-the-numbers “and here’s how Superman’s great kid grew up to be a great superhero too” narrative you’d expect while still arriving at that endpoint. If superheroes live and die by metaphors then Jon in here is what it means to grow up written as large as possible: leaving home for the first time (and seeming to shoot up overnight!), getting into the muck of how the real world works, being beaten down by authority wearing faces you’ve been taught to trust, scrambling to get through with the whole world against you, and in the end getting through by learning to rely on your own strength while keeping your soul intact and your head held high, and even managing to speak some truth to power. It gives him a well-defined life story with room to go back to and explore the intricacies of each leg of for decades to come in a way Superman hasn’t had since the original Crisis - someone someday is going to write a The Life & Times Of The Son Of Superman miniseries and it’s going to be one of the greats - and negates any question that he’s earned his stature as the heir apparent.
* Coming out of this, Superman’s world is fascinating. He’s out but rather than giving up his day-to-day life he’s openly spending part of his life as CLARK KENT: SUPER-REPORTER and part of his job on the cape-and-tights side of things is now KAL-EL: SUPER-SPACE-DIPLOMAT, Lois Lane coruns a foundation helping people whose personal continuities have been fucked over by Crisis shenanigans, Jimmy Olsen owns the Daily Planet but is still doing Jimmy Olsen stuff because that’s how he gets his kicks, and Jon Kent is going to college in the future. I’m not anywhere near naïve enough to think that’s how things are going to be forever, or shortsighted enough to think there’s no value left in the traditional setups, but god I hope these developments stick around for a long, long time to come and potentially become the new ‘normal’ as far as the ongoing shared universe stuff goes, because it all feels like the right and promising next steps to take for the lives of these characters. However it got here, for all the pluses and minuses along the way even if I maintain the former very much outweighed the latter as a reading experience, Bendis has a lot to be proud of if that’s the legacy he leaves on these titles.
* The recap pages at the desks!
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this is my first time requesting something so im kinda nervous but can you please do some hcs for shinsou, hawks, and kirishima with an alt (like punk/goth/emo your choice) poc s/o? i never really see any so i thought I'd ask (;^;)
So happy to be your first! 💖
Shinso x hawks x poc!alt!reader x kirishima
TW: Maybe some cursing
SHINSO
He LOVES that shit
I mean the dudes got purple hair and probably only wears dark colors year round
Wear plaid bottoms and a graphic tee and he's yours
Hes always really liked alternative style, but the fact that its you wearing it makes it 10x better
And on top of that your poc?? Hes in love
Feels like poc people can rock alternative styles better so he always thinks you look amazing
He l i v e s to see you in your summer outfits because it means short bottoms and short sleeves
The first time you wore a summer outfit in front of him, summer was suddenly his favorite season
"Shit, you look good."
Got sad when summer was over
Tried to get you to wear shorts at least one more time
"Toshi, its like 69° degrees out..."
All in all, he fucking loves it
Plus, yall are the ultimate alt aesthetic couple
HAWKS(Keigo Takami)
I feel like Hawks has a really basic style
Like if he has to go somewhere but it's not super formal he'll show up in a white tee and jeans
But he really likes your style
And he likes the way your styles clash when you go out together
Lowkey starts dressing a lil alternative too
Only here and there though
Like maybe he'll throw on a graphic tee, a flannel and some jeans
But thats pretty much it
Takes pictures for you and gets allll your angles
Will even fly to get a better angle
Enjoys watching you pick out clothes from your closet and stores
Helps you pick out outfits sometimes too
All black outfits are his favorite so he loves your winter outfits
Also let's you dress him sometimes
KIRISHIMA
Thinks you look good in everything
But loves your style because it really suits you
Ofc Kirishima being Kirishima he has a "manly" style
As in muscle shirts, a really clean look, and i feel like hes a little hipster too
He likes the way you clash with his style
But he'll also gladly let you dress him
He looks so good in alt clothing like-
Hes more of a comfy person tho so give him like baggy plaid sweats and a graphic tee and he'll be fine with it
"Please, dress like this more."
And so he did
Honestly likes the way he looks in alt clothes so he wears them more when you guys go out
Likes a good shorts and long sleeve combo so pls wear it for him
Also likes seeing you in oversized shirts (preferably his)
So if you wear one, hes yours, doesn't even matter if you wear it with shorts, pants, or just the shirt by itself
He thinks its a cute coupley thing to do if you guys match so pls match w him
#mha kirishima#kirishima eijirou#bnha kirishima#kirishima x you#bnha eijiro kirishima#kirishima x poc#hawks#hawksbnha#keigo x reader#takami keigo#keigo x you#keigo x poc#bnha shinso x reader#my hero academia shinsou#hitoshi shinso x reader#shinsou headcanons#shinso x poc! reader#shinso x poc#mha x poc!reader#bnha x poc!reader
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luuuune can u give music recs? the songs your fics are named after are all so good
grouping these all together bc most of my inspiration does come from music!! usually, my ideas start w a general vibe or “spark”, and then i flesh it out from there. the spark normally comes from music, but sometimes it’s a book i’m reading, or a conversation i had, or just random things (for example, i saw some flowers earlier this week that gave me an idea for a dabi fic KDHFJSK). i usually pick one song and loop it while i’m writing bc otherwise the variety gets too distracting lol
recs under the cut!! i went pop -> kpop -> punk/emo/alt
to start out w, everyone and their mom recommends chase atlantic lmao but they r just SO GOOD !! and the vibes r so sexy and give me so much angst inspo skfjdkskw
songs: slide, like a rockstar, lust, consume, i never existed. the don’t try this ep is my favorite, and i’m writing a dabihawks punk band au inspired by it!!
i also listen to the weeknd (trilogy), khalid, sza and kehlani (their latest album, it was good until it wasn’t, is a fucking masterpiece) a lot while writing!! 
one of my faves is shinee, specifically jonghyun and taemin’s solo albums (ot5 until i die, but their solo music is sexy and sets the ~mood~ for writing smut lmao). i gave some jjong rec’s in the tags of this post!!
taemin songs: heaven, love and pansy hurt my heart. thirsty, criminal, famous, and sexuality are hoe songs lmao
speaking of shinee, i like other kpop as well!! bts are forever my number #1 (hyyh is one of my favorite albums ever — so bittersweet, makes me painfully nostalgic). also looove monsta x !! tomorrow x together, stray kids and ateez are also great. mamamoo r the only girl group that i like, i just can’t vibe w a lot of gg concepts skfjfjsj (although i do like a few soloists)
a lot of people stan kpop just for the idols but i do like the music a lot!!
txt: ghosting, blue hour, drama (the japanese music video is haikyuu concept lmao), our summer
monsta x: middle of the night, nobody else, gasoline (the title is in hangul so you can’t look it up specifically on streaming services, but it’s the second song on the fatal love album), last carnival, blind, my beast, turbulence (again, hangul title, but it’s track 7 on take.2 we are here)
i also recommend solo albums/mixtapes of the monsta x members!! joohoney’s psyche, i.m’s duality, and wonho’s two eps!!
and speaking of solo work, all of the bts rapline have amazing solo mixtapes. i love their group music that’s hype w heavy concepts/production/choreo (ot7 always), but the mixtapes hold a special place in my heart because they feel so ...intimate, almost? like a piece of their hearts that they’re sharing with the world. rm’s mono is the definition of comfort. j-hope’s hope world is lots of fun, but he just released the extended version of blue side, and it’s absolutely heartbreaking (and reminds me a lot of touya lol). and agust d... listen, i love him more than words can say, so his mixtapes d-2 and self-titled, along w the other song’s he’s solo produced like eight by iu, are very special to me.
i’m not majorly into skz/ateez/mamamoo like i am w the other groups, but they’re all amazing performers so i recommend checking out their comeback + awards show stages!!
i also really love eAeon, he’s a korean indie artist, and his music is breathtaking. he just dropped an album called fragile that’s i adore, the lead single don’t features rm of bts and is unbelievably beautiful.
okay that’s all good and fun but the majority of what i listen to is emo shit lmfaoo i’m definitely more into alt + punk music, here are some of my fave bands and fave songs from them!!
blood command: they are unreal i love them SO MUCH!! they’re a norwegian punk rock band w a female singer, return of the arsonist ep is when i got into them and it’s golden. no thank you i’m more into fake grindcore, saturday city, white skin/tanned teeth, and alarm all assassins are some of their best songs imo
dance gavin dance: listen... their music scratches a certain itch in my brain that makes me go insane akdjfjsk they’ve had a bunch of different lineups but the more recent albums with tillian and jon on vocals are my favorites (jonny craig can suck my dick, fuck that dude). lost, son of robot, bloodsucker, young robot, inspire the liars, jesus h. macy are all great. acceptance speech, man of the year, and evaporate make me cry/lose my mind
mannequin pussy: *chefs kiss* drunk ii is a masterpiece, i cried to that shit every day after a break up, so cathartic. cream and kiss are more upbeat, and their latest song perfect is also vv good!!! patience is a beautiful, emotional album, whereas romantic and self titled have more classic alt bops
G.L.O.S.S.: listen, theyre so fucking cool, and i respect the hell out of them. they only released a few songs before disbanding but i’ll cherish those songs until i die. they perfectly embody what punk should be. demo 2015 is on streaming services, and their second and final ep trans day of revenge can easily be found online!!
wow this is getting fucking LONG so i’ll just quickly list a few more, but this was so fun, i love talking ab music!! pls don’t be shy, i’m always down to give more recs or hear about the stuff that u like!!
movements, yonaka, shiny wet machine, real friends, skating polly, nova twins, the japanese house, bratmobile, yours truly. and, ofc, the pop punk staples: jimmy eat world, paramore, waterparks, stand atlantic, neck deep, the story so far, etc etc !!
#🌘.anon#fun fact i almost went to a mannequin pussy show w my ex#like ... after we broke up#i was rlly gonna go w him to see them play the song that made me think of him and cry my eyes out LMFAOOOO#it was. a moment of weakness . i am not that person anymore#yeah but like#the music i listen to while writing and the music i listen to in general r very different#i have to listen to more lowkey vibe music while writing#otherwise i’ll get too into it and forget what i’m supposed to be doing lmao#i’m sorry for how long this list got omfg i got carried away
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Okay, and we’re done. I’m done. This region broke me a little.
Caitlin was actually pretty tough. SS Brendan is a good partner to Lisia in concept, but in practice it’s fairly tough to get them up and running with Speed Forme backing them up for fast-acting syncs. I also have no idea why I brought Anni Steven. This was a bit of a mistake. But he did land the finishing blow on Caitlin, so like...that counts for something, right?
Okay, this one’s hilarious. So, I actually failed once, and was at one point like damn, Maxie’s really not that impressive on damage, that’s kinda sad. Only to realize I forgot to turn off Crit Shield after Lisia’s clear. This dude won second try with Crit Shield/Reflect up. Poggers.
So when it came to Grimsley, we brought Archie. Not initially. Initially, I tried Phoebe and Steven, but Phoebe just drops because weak to Dark. So I tried bringing Roxanne, but then Phoebe couldn’t buff fast enough, and Steven had to spend too long buffing to try flinch locking, not that he could flinch lock at 1/5, so really I think they should add him to the Lodge next so he’s on a focus banner and I can get him 3/5 without needing candy. Anyway, we pivoted to Archie as a solution, and...yeah, he and May did it. With one failure when May missed sync crit, but they won. I’m thinking I might actually invest in Archie and Maxie after all.
Full disclosure! I initially tried with the SS May team here, but they couldn’t do it. So I brought in SS Steven and Attack Moded them. Glacia got to come along because I want her to experience success and get a thirst for battle. Maybe then she’ll get EX and an expanded grid and 3* Ice Gear like she deserves.
So, SS May. This team sucked. Liza helped buff, but could not take hits, and didn’t get the good grace of Roxanne’s Endurance to weather an extra hit. So instead she just kept dropping, unless Brawly ignored his Rock Smash duties for constant Potioning. And May herself missed so many sync crits, or just had really awkward damage output against certain foes, and it was just such a shitshow. We won eventually, but this was frustrating enough that I need a break from this.
Hoenn’s a rough time. They have plenty of raw power, but their supports are just awful. I’ll be the first to admit that I should’ve traded Drake and Liza around, but then Maxie ran into gauge issues, so who knows. But it would’ve significantly salvaged SS May by giving Team Sharp Entry, and Brawly could’ve focused more on debuffing since Drake can handle buffing defenses. It’s just sad to see the state of their supports. I really want to see someone with Support. A Wallace support, perhaps? And maybe a Lisia? Maybe Winter alts? That partner well with Summer Steven? Please?
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Loved- Roceit
I hope this is alright @transformationloveb as you asked for wholesome Roceit married fics.
Summary: Roman and Dee are married, soft, and use the same pet names me and my partner use. Also, Dee really wants one of the puppies Remus rescued.
TRIGGER/SQUICKS: None. This is a wholesome one my dears :)
Also, Amata is an Australian Sheperd because they are my favorite type of dog and I love her.
Also also. Amata means loved (the feminine version of it) in Italian and as I’ve made some real nifty Italian friends on here and I thought it was a fitting and a quite pretty name, so here we are.
(If I’m being dumb and it does somehow not mean that let me know okay? Take care my dudes, dears and fellow queers.)
“Starlight, could you come here for a moment?”
Dee’s call woke Roman up from his pleasant half slumber. Having dozed off while reading the book one of their friends had given him so many years ago. So long ago even that the pages were slightly dusty and he’d sneezed a few times when opening it for the first time.
He got up from the couch, cracking his neck a couple of times to get rid of the stiffness that had snuck in when his head had lulled forward, before getting up and patting over to his husband. His bare feet making gentle ruffling noises on the carpet.
Dee was standing in the kitchen. Rotating the ring around his finger with his other hand. He was nervous, Roman knew. He’d only do that when he was nervous or when he was extremely hungry and about to pester him until he’d go and make him something to eat.
They’d eaten two hours ago. So he must be nervous.
“What is it sunshine?” Roman asked, the pet name slipping off his tongue easily and Dee smiling slightly at it. It’d been one he’d picked up quickly after Dee had started calling him starlight.
His husband had sputtered and shoved his shoulder in a mock offense the first time he’d used it, so of course, it had stuck around.
But that wasn’t important right now. What was important was that Dee was rotating the obsidian black wedding band with his thumb and pointy finger and that meant that he was nervous.
He was now also refusing to look him in the eye.
So Roman approached, carefully reaching out and with his slower movements asking his husband if today was a day that he was okay to be touched.
When Dee nodded he put his hands on the other’s waist and carefully brought him closer, pulling him in for a hug and swaying them slowly from side to side. Left to right and forwards and backward in a motion that could almost be described as dancing if Dee wasn’t still rotating the ring.
“You can tell me anything, my love. Whatever it is that has got you so riled up, we can deal with this together alright?”
A soft huff of laughter was blown against his neck and Dee nodded his head. Carefully pulling away but staying close enough for Roman to be able to hold his waist still.
“Your brother called yesterday evening.”
Roman tensed up slightly, hands tightening the slightest bit on his loves waist but loosening right away.
That didn’t mean bad news. Remus called often these days.
After Dee convinced him to talk to his brother and the two of them had gone to joined therapy sessions together to figure out what had gone so wrong in their past and how they could reconnect, they had slowly begun to do just that.
So Remus calling didn’t mean bad news anymore.
Remus calling Dee instead of him and Remus calling late enough for Roman to not have noticed made the chances of it being good news significantly slimmer though.
Dee seemed to be able to sense his growing worry. And now it was his turn to put his hands on his husbands’ cheeks and look him in the eye.
“What did he say?” “Nothing bad sunshine, I promise.” “Then why are you so nervous about it?"Dee inclined his head at that as if acknowledging his own nervousness for the very first time. He didn’t seem too worried to continue though. And so he did.
"He said he found some stray puppies yesterday. He’d been walking back home after being at the bar-” Roman winced at that and Dee rolled his eyes and pinched him. Trying to remind his husband that they’d gone there too. And often as well, dancing through the night together..
“-when he heard squeaking. Apparently, he found them in a dumpster at the back of the Denny’s. Took the entire box with him because he didn’t want to leave them there.”
Roman slowly nodded at that, dropping his hands from his husband’s waist and leaning against the kitchen counter instead. Cold tiles under his feet sending shivers down his spine and trying to subtly tik tik tik his hand with the ring on it on the counter without making too much noise.
Dee’s gaze traveled to the hand, and Roman stopped right away before Dee planted a small kiss on his partner’s cheek and a soft smile took over his loves features. “You know you don’t have to tone that down when it’s just me dear. You know I don’t mind.”
Roman nodded and gave him a smile, ticking a little more freely, a little more animated as he tried to focus on the subject they were discussing.
“So your question is…?” “It’s not really a question more than that it is a request. We’ve wanted a dog for such a long time now. You told me the house gets too quiet when I’m out at work and you’re home writing. I thought… Well, I thought this was as good a chance as any!”
“Starlight…” Romans started, a heart so full of love for this man. So full of doubt about this decision. “Have you thought this through? You know how much work these things are and, while I’d love nothing more, there are so many things we’d need to get them if we would take one in.”
Dee nodded at that and, miraculously, magicked up an entire list of items they’d need and where to buy them on his phone, Romans eyes widening more and more with each thing he listed of.
“You really want this dog don’t you love?”
Dee simply nodded, quickly pulling up a picture of Remus, soaking wet but smiling from ear to ear, holding three seemingly just bathed tiny puppies in a soft fluffy towel.
“I’m not talking you into this if you don’t want to as well. But I know it’s been your dream to have one and we’ve talked about it so much!”
Roman slowly began nodding his head at that, looking at the picture in front of him as one of his hands found his husbands and locked their fingers together carefully. Securely. Safely.
“Which one did you have your eye on?” he asked casually. Not missing how his love’s eyes lit up and he began to speak in a more animated way as he explained how he’s fallen in love with the middle one because of the white spot under her eye that looked like a spade and how Remus said they were very sweet pups and how she was running around his apartment all day exploring.
“How about we go pay Remus a visit hm? Then we can meet the pups and get to know them a little better and I can finally have that game of twister I promised him.”
Dee lit up at that and, already going over all the things they needed to do and how he could buy most of it online and wondering about where the should put her bed, he flung his arms around his love, picked him up and twirled his shorter companion around excitedly, Roman’s skirt fawning out as he did so.
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“Amata sweetheart, come here.”
A dog with a yellow bandana around her neck ran towards him at full speed. Coming to an abrupt stop on the carpet and staring up at him, mouth open, tongue lolling out.
“Up.”
It had been an interesting five months since they had taken the dog home.
After they’d gone to Remus and Roman watched his husband play with the puppies, nearly crying when the lovely lady that was currently on his lap licking all over his face fell asleep on his chest when he laid down, he’d been won over.
They’d taken her home right away, making an appointment with the vet and going to buy all the things they needed right away for her. The pup wagging her tail the entire time they were in the car. Her little paws on the door and her head barely reaching high enough to look out of the window.
It had been interesting indeed. With having to scrub the carpet clean over and over before she was fully potty trained and watching Dee’s eyes light up when she sat on command for the first time. Feeding her bits of egg under the table or watching he be absolutely baffled by the fact that upside-down bowls could hide stuff.
Interesting yes. But not at all unpleasant.
They went on long walks through the forest near their home more often. Driving to the beach on hot summer days where their backs stuck to the car seats to sunbathe and watch through tinted shades as Dee and Amata chased the waves before running back when they got too close.
And, as he sits here now. Autumn leaves covering the grass of their little garden, the faint smell of paint on and dried smears of it still on his hands from his newest creation, Dee snickering quietly as he takes picture after picture of his husband laying on the couch with the pup as Amata seemed to be trying to lick every inch of his face before giving up and laying down in his lap, he can not imagine a time wherein he had been more content with his life than this exact moment.
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I hope this is alright. I just felt like writing something very soft and now I have created another animal that I would absolutely die for so Naja, meet Amata I guess
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11 22 33 & 44
meghna! ok so i was going to answer these from the lab but i ran out of things to pretend to be doing so i decided to leave and had to drive through the most batshit crazy lightning storm. vaguely terrifying i was speeding the entire drive. am home now with tea though so:
11. A song from the year you were born
okie dokie 1997 let us seeeeeee *googles songs that came out in 1997* oh ok so apparently bitter sweet symphony came out in ‘97 and we listen to it like? several times a week at work and also it’s on helen’s britpop playlist that i very much overplayed last summer so let’s go with that
22. A song to fall asleep to
ok so i’m actually very weird when it comes to sounds when i’m sleeping. when i was in middle school we lived hella close to the highway and so because of that i cannot sleep in silence (i use this sick af white noise app) but also it cannot be anything with words. UNLESS it is give me love by ed sheeran. i have no idea why but i can sleep like a baby with that song playing. but only that one.
33. Your favorite song from your favorite show
so my favorite show is the west wing which mostly just has fun instrumental stuff in the background sometimes. so i’m going to go with a song from a show i just had a great time watching. so i think for that i’m gonna go with outer banks’ use of left hand free by alt-J
44. A song from your childhood
so my dad (like so many dads who spent their 20s in the 1990s probably) was way into jam bands right? and i can say many things about this dude but so much of my love for live music and my appreciation for a live feel in music comes from him. i spent so much of my earlier childhood listening to him talk about the grateful dead shows and festivals he had gone to in his 20s and like it was just as much a part of his personality then as it is in my own now. so for this one i’m gonna go with soulshine by the allman brothers band. it’s like a 6 1/2 min song with some fucking killer guitar and i have such clear memories of sitting in the passenger seat hearing this song. doesn’t have a dad vibe i promise just a good vibe
#fun fact 11 is my favorite number so this made me happy#god my dad would probably actually cry if he knew i was reccing an allman brothers tune to the internet youth lol#god i'm listening to this now and fuck me it really is a sick song#good job andy you got some good taste#thnk u miss meghna
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*** Strong Tongue and Slender Fingers ***
Summary: (READER insert)
Episode 1 Chapter 1: You Meet the Boys
A woman who can't stay dead, has strange abilities, and seeks out Dean and Sam for help.
Notes:
First 2 chapters are in a bad format.
Episode 1 has been Beta'd by http://archiveofourown.org/users/Cassidy_OMalley
Taking place after season 14 (up to 3 years after). The first two chapters are in a crap form, please push through them and help me with gentle constructive criticism. I need it. I know I’m not good at descriptions of surroundings and I’ve no idea how to learn writing them.
There are at least 7 Episodes to Part One, but I am shooting for 10 (as long as my brain works with me.)
Each Episode has an undetermined amount of Chapters when it begins. I will try to add extra warnings at the top of each chapter.
I apologize in advance for it being so slow to update. Writing is not my forte, but comments and gentle constructive criticism help me keep going! Suggestions, little requests, co-creators, co-developers, betas, etc. are welcome to inquire. I feel like I have a great base story, but I struggle with the little things.
Both of the Explicit versions, have extra fun one-shot chapters to add extra Rated X content and fun, but will not impact the story. I will try to add a link to the Alt Scene in the place it would go in the story.
Depending on my time, either my Chapters or Episodes will have a PLAYLIST link at the top or the bottom.
With the exception of characters who are dead on the show, and the Rated X stuff, it's as canon as possible. I try to fact-check as much as possible.
Early evening. Summer. Bar buzzing with people. You’re sitting at the bar, lollipop in your mouth, lighting matches with your fingers. You touch the condensation on your glass and as your fingers move, the water travels in a trail. When some hunters at a table begin talking, you raise the hood of your jacket and listen to the three hunters (ranging from late 20s - late 50s) at the table behind you.
HUNTER 1
We have to move out.
HUNTER 2
I thought the case was 50 miles from here.
HUNTER 1
Winchesters. Don’t know about you, but I’d prefer not getting involved. Or in their way.
HUNTER 3
They create all the problems, then pretend like they helped by fixing them.
You smile to yourself. A driver sits next to you.
DRIVER
So I hear you need a ride?
YOU
Yeah, I’m only headed to Ocean City.
DRIVER
Really? What’s out there?
You throw him a smile.
. . . . . . . . . .
Inside the cab of a semi. You’re asleep, with your head lying against the window. The driver pulls off to a spot in the middle of nowhere, causing you to wake up.
YOU
Are we there?
You look around, groggy.
YOU
Where are we?
The driver attacks you. Pulling you forward with his hands.
. . . . . . . . . .
TRUCK
The truck rocks back and forth as the struggle inside continues. You manage to escape without your jacket and start running, but the driver pulls out a gun and shoots you. Your lifeless body, along with your bag, lay on the ground for hours. After dark, the grass around you grows. The individual blades wrap around your fingers, hands, arms, and legs. As they wrap around your head, you take in a quiet, deep breath. You sit up and look around. You pull yourself up and as you do, the blades of grass die and fall off. The bullet falls out of your back. Looking down, you see an outline of dead grass where you were lying. After looking in all directions, you pick up your bag and the bullet and begin walking towards the highway.
. . . . . . . . . .
THE HIGHWAY - EVENING
As you walk on the side of the highway, you turn to look behind you and see it. The black Impala that you’ve been looking for. The car rushes past you. You look up and see a starling on a lamp post. You stare at it for a moment and it looks back at you, head tilting. The bird flies off. You smile and continue to walk.
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SIDEWALK - THE NEXT NIGHT
You see Sam and Dean talking. You study them for a moment as you take a piece of candy and put it in your mouth. Before walking toward them, you crouch down and touch the grass. Your hand digs into the dirt. When you pull it out, about 3 worms come with it.
YOU
Thank you.
The starling you saw earlier, picks a worm and flies off. You run your hands through your hair. Taking steps forward you don’t notice the jagged edge on the side of a bumper of an old van you brush past. Your jeans catch on the car and you get stuck. You pull your leg to break free, but you don’t come loose.
YOU
Dammit! Come on.
The sound of your struggle gets the attention of Sam and Dean who notice a big truck speeding down the road. Dean tries to get your attention by waving his arms in the air.
DEAN
Hey!
(Pause)
Hey!
Sam and Dean run across the street to help.
You feel arms wrap around you and pull you back. You are so preoccupied with getting loose and lost in your thoughts that it takes you by surprise. They all watch as the truck rushes through. After a few seconds of just realizing you almost died (again), you force the arms off of you. You take a defensive stance and come face to face with Castiel.
CASTIEL
Just trying to help.
After a few seconds, you relax. Sam and Dean arrive.
YOU
Sorry. I’m... Um... Obviously, not used to being helped out much. I mean, I’m not exactly…
You gesture to show you’re kind of a mess. You see the tear in your pants.
YOU
And now I’m worse.
SAM
You were really close to being hit.
YOU
Yeah, I realize.
Sam puts his right hand out.
SAM
My name is Sam.
You accept Sam’s hand and shake it.
YOU
Y/N.
Dean slightly pushes Sam aside and offers his hand.
DEAN
And I’m Dean.
You accept.
YOU
Hi.
After a bit of awkward silence, Dean decides to speak up again.
DEAN
Well, I bet you need a drink after that near-death experience.
YOU
Sure.
DEAN
Oh, by the way, this is Cass.
You smile at Castiel but quickly look away without making eye contact.
YOU
Thank you.
Dean sends you in the direction of the bar. He walks behind you, pausing with Sam.
DEAN
Dude, I need this.
SAM
Since when do you need this?
DEAN
Always. I always need this.
At a loss for words, Sam sighs.
DEAN
Just tell me. Do you want in on this? Because if not, I’m going to make a move.
SAM
I think I’m good, Dean.
Dean looks over at Castiel.
CASTIEL
What?
DEAN
Where is your head, lately? I’m offering you a chance with her and you don’t even seem to notice.
Annoyed, Castiel pointedly answers Dean, who doesn’t seem to notice Cass’s tone as being unusual.
CASTIEL
No. Thank. You.
Dean smiles, hits his brother’s arm, and runs off to join you. Sam smiles at his brother’s ridiculous behavior.
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MOTEL BAR - LATER
Sam watches as Dean heavily hits on you. He is smiling and talking to you, flirtatiously grazing your hand as he gives you a fresh drink. Castiel suddenly appears next to Sam.
CASTIEL
It’s only a few ghosts. I’m sure it will be a simple in and out job. Where’s Dean?
SAM
Dean is...
Sam looks over the table where Dean and you are sitting.
SAM
Being Dean.
Castiel looks over at the table and sees Dean touching your arm. You return the flirtations with a smile and brush your leg against his.
CASTIEL
What have you learned about her?
SAM
You should probably ask Dean. He’s been talking to her for the last hour and a half. She’s been coming on to him harder than he is to her.
Castiel looks back at the table.
CASTIEL
Interesting. I’m not sure I trust her.
SAM
What makes you say that?
CASTIEL
I don’t like the way Dean is flirting with her.
SAM
What are you talking about? He’s doing what he always does.
Castiel looks at Dean, disapprovingly.
CASTIEL
He’s being too honest about it. Being that open is dangerous.
SAM
Cass, are you…jealous?
Castiel looks at Sam, genuinely confused.
CASTIEL
Of what?
Dean joins Sam and Castiel as you walk away.
DEAN
Damsel in distress.
Castiel & Sam recognize this as a code for a trap.
SAM
What the plan?
DEAN
My plan is to leave with her. You two can pretend to save me in an hour or so.
SAM
An hour? Dean, if this is a trap, you can’t just willingly fall into it.
DEAN
It’s a risk I’m willing to take.
Noticing the ridiculous smile on Dean’s face, Sam rolls his eyes.
SAM
Is she even your type?
DEAN
Uh, yeah.
CASTIEL
I don’t think it’s a good idea.
DEAN
Yeah? When is the last time you saw a woman like that?
CASTIEL
Dean, just because it’s a trap, doesn’t mean it’s okay to use her for sex.
DEAN
Oh, I’m not. She invited me to her room. I promise I’ll be careful by thoroughly checking everything out. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a trap to fall into.
DEAN winks and walks away.
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NEAR THE MOTEL ROOMS - MOMENTS LATER
DEAN catches up with you.
DEAN
Hey, I thought we were having a good time.
You smile.
YOU
We were.
DEAN
Why did you run off?
YOU
If I were running, you wouldn’t have found me.
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MOTEL ROOM - LATER
You and Dean are making out on one of the beds. You are under him. He pushes his hips into you. You breathe heavily at first, moaning, lightly. As Dean keeps going, your moans get louder. He moves to remove your pants, but you push his hands back, he looks up at you.
YOU
Not yet. Keep going.
He gets back on top of you and continues. He adds a kiss. You moan louder.
YOU
Yes.
You keep moaning until you orgasm and Dean pauses.
DEAN
Did you just—?
You nod your head.
DEAN
Damn, that is so hot.
He smiles and kisses you. Suddenly the door flies open and Sam & Castiel come into the room. Dean & you stop and look toward the door. Dean frustratingly yells at the guys.
DEAN
Oh, come on!
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Winchester X Dean Winchester X Reader. Part 1
This is part 1 of a short little story I thought of. Please let me know what you think of it. No warnings just some small swearing.
You
It had been roughly 16 years you had been living and protecting your small town. A small community where everyone understood what was out there and what could come for them. Everyone stuck together and made sure no demons, ghosts or any kind of monster got in. The dirt was infused with salt, every door mat had a demon trap under them, every window was alt lined, every house was armed and connected. It was difficult sometimes. People in the town did die, accidents, old age. Occasionally leaving their spirit behind. But of course that was solved with a salt and burn. Most residents of Winchester ask to be cremated.
It had been two years since the last issue and that was a simple ghost lady who didn't want to cross over without her cat. Safe to say you weren't all that keen on cat murder but you gotta do what you gotta do.
The hard desk wasn't at all comfy on your head, you moved your face to the side just staring at your half empty coffee mug. Your eyes started to shut slowly when "MOM!" Jolted awake by your daughter Athena.
"I swear to god Athena, I was having a nap."
"What? On your desk? Sure... Anyway, the radios going off!"
You leapt out of your seat "Oh shit!" The radio was used for any weird sightings or happenings in the area.
"Y/N! Are you there? Y/N!" The radio screamed from the front room.
You nearly went straight over the coffee table getting to it "Go ahead sheriff!"
"Y/N we found him. Motel just outside of town. It's deffo him."
Your heart fell out of your ass. After all these years it couldn't possibly be him. You had no idea what to do. "Thank you sheriff, I'll go check it out."
"Be careful."
You leant against the table. You couldn't hear anything from the pounding in your heart.
"Mom?" She sounded worried "Is it really him?"
"I'm not sure sweetheart." You walked over to her and pulled her in for a big hug. Kissing her on the top over her head, you sighed "We'll go and have a look. Go pack a bag and we'll head out."
"Guns?"
"Oh 100%"
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You filled the car and set off. It had been a while since you had been on a hunt of any kind. You always wanted to be there for Athena her whole life. You weren't going to go off risking your life with a child at home. Even though you may not go out, you always made sure you and her were fit and fully trained for any situation.
Pulling up into the motel parking lot you saw it, the impala. There's no way it could be anyone else. You didn't bother shutting the music off as you stopped the car. You turned to Athena "Sweety I want you to stay in the car. Just for now. I'll asses the situation first. Momma got some shit to sort out."
"But can I still meet him?"
"Of course baby." You kissed her on the top of her head and stepped out the car. You took the shotgun from the trunk and walked to the center of the parking lock. "I got some balls to rip off." You said to yourself.
Gun in hand you were filled with anger. "DEAN WINCHESTER!" You yelled as you cocked the gun.
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Dean
It had been a long trip. Dean looked over at his brother in the passenger seat, mouth wide open, snoring his ass off. He smiled to himself as he noticed the truck up head was towing a car. Speeding up slightly just so the towing car was directly in front of them. "OH MY GOD! SAMMY WAKE UP!"
Sam nearly leapt out of the seat, he saw the car facing them and screamed at the top of his lungs. Dean nearly swerved he was laughing so hard. Sam looked over at him with a scowl. "Come on dude.. I'm exhausted. Jerk!"
"Oh come on. Lighten up Sammy. If I don't get to sleep, you don't."
"Lighten up?" Sam scoffed "I almost had a heart attack."
"Don't be such a baby." He nodded up the road "There's a motel up here. We'll stay there tonight."
"Fine." Sam folded his arms across his chest and leaned back against the window again.
They pulled up into the parking lot. It was the same old dusty motel like they always stayed in. No doubt this was a place for murderers and crack heads.
Sam grabbed his bag from the back seat "Dude I'm so awake now. I hate you."
Dean gave him a right cheeky smile as always. They dumped all their shit into the seedy room and pulled out a map. "So," Dean looked over it "We are here, the haunting is two towns over."
"Whats the situation again?"
"Two girls been murdered whilst in bed with their boyfriends. Both men have said they got woken from something tickling their foot and then they turned over to find their girlfriends dead."
"So they didn't wake up while they were being murdered?"
"Nope, apparently it looks like they have just dropped dead with no cause what so ever and they said when they first woke the room was absolutely freezing."
"Even though its the middle of summer."
"Exactly!" Dean said with his mouth half full of burger, making Sam give him a look of disgust. "Hey look at this!" He pointed down at the map.
Sam leaned over to look at where hes was pointing "Winchester?"
"The town next door..." He made a small laugh "Hows about we get some sleep, grab some breakfast in this little Winchester place and go interview the boyfriends."
"Perfect!" Sam said as he started to get his bed stuff together.
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Dean
Dean woke to the sun blasting through the curtains they forgot to close the night before. "Ugh.." He looked over at the clock "Dude!" He threw a sock at Sam to wake him.
"Uh!" Sam snapped form his sleep "What?"
"Looks like we're going for lunch not breakfast." He nodded to the clock.
"Oh fuck" Sam groaned as he rubbed his eyes.
They both got up and got ready. Dean let the radio play just to wake them up properly. Sam nipped out and got some gross gas station coffee for the both.
Just as they were both about to leave for Winchester they heard a car screech into the parking lot. Thinking nothing at first they got the map off the table.
"DEAN WINCHESTER!" A female voice boomed through the room. He turned and look at Sam terrified.
"Someone wants you dude."
"Not funny." Dean pulled back the weird net cover on the curtain. He took two steps back, looking like he'd seen a ghost.
"Who is it?"
"Oh shit..." Dean was frozen "Its my wife....."
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