Irondad fic ideas #152
Every year around the holidays, a "bug war" breaks out in the Parker-Stark households
Not bugs as in creepy crawlies. Technology bugs. Surveillance.
Tony and Peter are both determined to figure out what the other wants for the holidays
The two are on surprisingly even ground: Peter's spider-sense doesn't consider this a threat, and FRIDAY won't snitch. They both have to find any "bugs" the old fashioned way.
Bonus:
Soon enough the whole Ironfam is wrapped up in it. November and December become a time of yearly paranoia, everyone watching what they say and "checking for bugs."
Even Peter's friends discover tiny bugs on them. When Ned first learns the itty bitty robot behind his coat button is from Tony Stark trying to find out what he wants for Christmas he faints on the spot
Bonus 2, Crack Taken Seriously Boogaloo:
For a bit of drama: it's all fun and games until one year Peter gets kidnapped. The situation is bad. They only find him in time thanks to one of the "holiday bugs" Tony recently snuck on
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Iruma-kun, the Six Fingers and Humanity
I have been mulling over this idea for days as I devoured the Iruma-kun anime then manga and am still struggling to articulate it. The best I can boil down to is the whole goal of the Six Fingers and the return to origins is, unbeknownst to them, a desire to become more human.
I can understand, in a way, their frustration. Demons used to be merciless killers, where the strong surpassed the weak and magic, aggression and power won the day. Now we see they have idol concerts and theme parks and silly games to help demons safely purge their “wickedness” which is, in reality just another part of their nature. The majority of modern day demons deny a large part of themselves. The whole idea of a wicked cycle is endlessly fascinating to me, like this species has compartmentalized themselves so much that their pent up darker impulses periodically spring out and require them to be handled gently or hidden away. I can see how this practice is insulting and incredibly restrictive of what a demon is.
Now, right from the start, Iruma has stood out in the demon world for a few reasons. First and most obviously, he lacks any practical or cultural knowledge of demonic society. We see Iruma ignorantly stride past social norms and boundaries he didn’t even know existed. If it weren’t for his upbeat, people pleasing attitude he’d be written off as a delinquent but instead he helps foster an environment of change in a bunch of slackers and misguided students. And change is a radical concept in a society that hasn’t replaced the demon king in centuries since the old one disappeared. The effect of Iruma’s very presence, his enthusiasm and attitude and cooperative abilities can be seen so strongly on the Misfit class that its no wonder he’s become such a stand out student.
So I had heard of Irumean when I first started the series and had high expectations of him being a full on bastard. And he simply wasn’t. He was arrogant, reckless, rude at the worst but even those around him commented that his innate, unnatural kindness was still there. I argue because Irumean was never a true wicked cycle. It was Ali-san’s attempt to induce a demonic ritual onto him. But humans aren’t like demons, Iruma is a good, kind, patient boy due to his trauma and strength of character. At any point he could lash out in the most horrific fashion and leave everyone stunned because he is not bound such such strict rules of personality and conduct. His humanity is as much a strength as it is a weakness.
So according to recent chapters, Iruma has traces of Delkira’s energy. My first thought was that it was emanating from Ali-san, which is a distinct possibility but why was the ring attracted to Iruma in the first place? My next theory is that Delkira had some connection to humans as well. Either he’s a hafling or a demonized human or spent a significant amount of time in the human world. Either way, this human perspective is what made him so powerful, such an irreplaceable leader that his throne has remained empty for so long. One could even argue that the energy that the Six Fingers identify as ‘Delkira’ is actually just ‘human’ since the King’s energy is familiar while a human’s is not.
My whole round about point I’m doing a very poor job of explaining essentially boils down to, demons want to return to their origins to have more control over their baser instincts. Instincts and free will that humans, such as Iruma, possess naturally. But while Iruma has the capability for great evil, unrestrained by a set cycle, he also has such an overflowing well of love in him. Delkira, what little we’ve seen of him comes across as brash, fickle and cruel. You may note those are human traits as well. But Iruma also leads with kindness, dedication and teamwork. He will make a marvelous King because the humanity he brings to the table will help all of demonkind.
I do believe as the manga progresses we will see Iruma’s humanity become a game changer in the battle against the Six Fingers. How he sees the world (both human and demon), how he interacts and inspires others, how he fights. Reaching a point where not only does Iruma stand up for himself but he is forced to cause harm (and by consequence addressing his people pleasing trauma) and behave in a manner not seen by demons outside of their wicked cycle. When he does, years down the road, become King, I believe he will address the concerns of factions like the Six Fingers. Demons are not meant to be fully contained but cannot be allowed to run rampant. With his feet in both worlds, I believe he will be able to balance both opposing views and ‘heal’ the underworld as the prophecy states. Not just from the instability of the Six Fingers but from this bizarre evolutionary cycle demons have fallen into over the centuries.
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My PJO Official Episode Ratings
Episode 1: I Accidentally Vaporize My Pre-Algebra Teacher
8/10
Episode 2: I Become Supreme Lord of the Bathroom
7/10
Episode 3: We Visit the Garden Gnome Emporium
10/10
Episode 4: I Plunge to My Death
9/10
Episode 5: A God Buys Us Cheeseburgers
10/10
Episode 6: We Take a Zebra to Vegas
5/10
Episode 7: We Find Out the Truth, Sort Of
9/10
Episode 8: The Prophecy Comes True
7/10
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i don't ever deserve it, this respect. the tenderness that make my skin harden and my visions go striking red with paranoia. if anything, i hate when people would still try to reach out to me despite my terribleness. ❝ you can love and be loved, despite what may feel like the eternally brutal nature of the world. ❞ yet, you still tell me this without hesitation one night. i growl. my arms hold horrible itches that can't go away no matter how long i scratch them apart, even to the point of bleeding. did micah tell you to say this to me ? ire builds in thick fluids that makes me want to spit ▬▬ i fucking want it to be blood. i never understand love. i never think it's a thing i can have. i've lived my whole life fighting, i only believe i can not ever have the kindness be made beneath my skin instead of the goddamn hands and blades.
I'M NOTHING AT ALL. what can you see beyond the rage and violence that i have to be for the starwake system ? my hands keep clenching into hot fists then letting it all go, only for me to grasp them back again as tighter tensions. you can tell me it is possible for me to have all of this love, although the most terrifying truth about me : i don't know how to love and be loved ▬▬ YOU CAN'T TELL ME I CAN LOVE AND BE LOVED WHEN THE WHOLE WORLD NEVER TAUGHT ME HOW TO EVEN LIVE. CRUELTY ALWAYS RUNS DEEPER IN THE FRAGILE VEINS AND MEMORIES, THE VIOLENCE SHAPING AS PHANTOMS AND NIGHTMARES. If love is the strongest, why can't i remember most kind memories with micah and philos ? I AM NOTHING. an empty shell. a hollow body. i am sick. I AM SICK. i am sick. I AM NOT I ▬▬
maybe in a different lifetime, i can have all of the love. i don't say anything of this in words or gestures. i believe i should not say anything at all in any ways or this part of the world will shatter by my ugly opening. revealed vulnerability is the rusted knife cutting through the skin. i don't think you will ever be ready to see what i have to carry with me throughout my life, more than ghosts and flames and canine teeth. a harsh sigh leaves my body heavier, twitching erratically like it's begging me for something ▬▬ i don't know, it's tired of trying to act like a human that is alive. anger flickers deeply in me as beating heart. each time it beats, i only want to devour the sun more. if i can't have love, then the world shouldn't have it either. not when it can exist horribly as myself. not as the universe doesn't care about me.
i glance away from @vulpesse, unsure of how you will react to my silence. i don't think it matters anyway. if the world is against me, then i will fight like i always have. i don't fucking need its love. should i even be grateful for your words regardless ? i feel more trapped than comforted, bounded in the sickening reminder that i am not meant to be loved. i didn't came to exist in this damaged world so that i could love. i don't know what my purposes are but to use fear so that people can cower and pray, allowing me with my system to roam as freely as possible, unheld, unhurt, unloved. violence have made me more violent than what any of us stars had to face all alone. i still say nothing. i grab a cigarette and light it, inhaling the burns. when i release pain, i flick the roll. THE ASHES RISE AND FADE INTO OBLIVION AS DYING STARS.
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Old Poem
So I found this poem in my archives, and thought it was worth to publish it as it was:
To my Ex
You gonn’ leave me alone, or what?
You f asshole,
Just don’t follow me around
You f asshole,
Tu sais pas jusqu’à quel point tu me fais ch*
Chien dans la rue, dépourvu de maître
Now that I’m going forward,
Just let me be my own,
And you know what?
I havn’t moved on, ‘cause I still despise you
I wished I felt nothing when I see you, but there is this rage following me and my thoughts
And just the thought of you makes me wanna puke
There’s a fire that can start any moment,
So just go die in whole
And burn, burn all alone
No, you don’t deserve happiness,
After all that you have caused
You treacherous beast
Just leave me alone
Me, I will fly away
With the wings that I’ve grown
They are the wings that you kept cutting
And I thought it was love
How stupid of me,
Living in this stupid society
That taught me nothing but acceptance
Of a fate that wasn’t mine
Be nice, be good, just smile
Where are you? Why don’t you answer, who are you with why don’t you write me enough?
Well now I’m smiling and dancing
rejoicing of the choice of blocking you
Best decision ever done
Although it was painful as sh*
Showed me how to fight
Against the worst invisible chains you were holding me with
Now I’m free of your spell
Go until the depts of this hell
You f asshole
You m** f***
Perro hijo de puta gonorrea cucaracha asquerosa
Vete al demonio, porque demonio eres tú
Y que te salgan pullas, para que todo el mundo sepa,
Lo jodido que estás, porque no tienes cura
Sexist, racist, fascist,
Va te faire f***, tout seul dans ton abîme,
C’est là que tu appartiens, co*ard malparido.
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