You know what I wanna see? I want him dealing with the death of his brother and sister in law. I want him to be forced to become king regent until his nephew comes of age. Will he change the kingdom for the better, will he raise cheka to be the king the people needs? Or will his thirst for the crown drive him to raise his nephew to be dependent on him, letting him be the shadow king?
It wasn't a burden he truly wanted for himself. The weight of a crown was a big responsibility. One he felt he could carry, not that he would choose it if it sat right in front of him for the taking.
Everything felt unreal. He never expected to wake up to that kind of call from Kifaji. Never expected those words would come out of his lips. Leona's fate had been sealed since he was born. He never expected to hold the crown, and after a long time he realized that it wasn't what he wanted in the end. He just wanted them to see him. Wanted his family to see that he was great too. Acknowledge his abilities, at least try to understand him.
He had escaped this life when he decided to go to Night Raven. He refused to look back. This school, while academically useless for him, the people he had come to know . . . his dorm, he felt like he belonged here. This was the place where he was seen for who he was, and not because of the order of his birth.
Leona's sure he's blanked through half of the day's events. Servants rushing back and forth, arranging for his brother's funeral. He didn't know how to feel, Farena who was his brother, someone he looked up to. Admired. Wanted to be like. Now he was like a stranger, someone who overlooked him and didn't try to understand him. He loved him, and he resented him. Those feelings stirred in his stomach, twisting around in his gut making him feel sick.
Funerals were done quickly, in his homeland it was both a time for grieving but also celebration, because it was the way of the circle of life:
Death was not the end.
His fists tightened as he and his family circled around his brother's coffin, all dressed in white. His mother stood with her head held high, truly dignifed as queen, keeping strong for her first son, but the grief that filled her eyes was a look Leona could not quite bare to see. Njeri stood next to him, Cheka in her arms as he sniffled against his mothers chest. Njeri had strong, silent tears rolling down her cheeks. She understood the tradition, that her husband would not be by her side, but would be somewhere better. It did not mean, that it did not break her heart.
Leona's eyes stayed fixated on the coffin before him. Expressionless as the ceremony began and ended. His mind was static, sizzling in his brain as he tried to still process that this was actually happening. It was torment, pain, not just for his brother and the loss of his life, but for Leona as well. As he had no choice but to say goodbye to the life he was just learning to love. To be dragged back with a whole kingdom placed in his hands. Hands that could destroy so easily. Were they sure this was what they wanted?
Once the ceremony had concluded they made the walk through the kingdom, where music played and the civilians sang joyous songs to wish their king a pleasant journey as he goes to join the ancestors. The day had felt long, and once the festivities were over, the mourning period had begun, and the city grew quiet as the dead. They would all mourn, from the crawling ant, to the leaping antalope. Many would not leave their houses, nor speak or laugh. Abstaining from any kind of sex, or having children. Some would even shave their facial hair or heads to represent the beginning of new life. All in recongition and tribute to their fallen king.
Leona stood outside the balcony in his room. He had made plans, after graduating. Being with Ruggie and becoming world famous magift players. He had found a place for himself and now. . . he had to give it all up. At least until Cheka came of age. Still, it wasn't fair. The thought alone had made him laugh to himself quietly. Life never was fair, was it?
He had never believed in the ancestors, the great kinds of the past. They had never listened to his cries before, but those green eyes look up to the stars anyway.
' You were always such a pain in my ass, always nagging me, never listening to a word I say, always giving me hell and then you go and die ? ' There's anger, resentment in those words, a tremble in his voice he hadn't felt since he was a child. ' You said you'd always be there for me as kids, but you weren't. . . '
A single, hot tear roll down his cheeks. The ancestors never listened to him before, but maybe . . . maybe it would be different this time.
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Something I was Batman fans to Understand is that Jason ACTS Angry when he's Scared. It's a trauma response from the streets. If he showed he was scared he would've been dead.
When Jason is Angry though. If he's truly angry, and we see this throughout UTRH and Lost Days, If he's angry, he steeps in it.
Come closer.
He's not a Bull when he's angry, he's calculated when he's angry.
He's a Bull when he's scared. He's Angry when he's Scared.
Obviously some comics aren't going to show that, because of how many writers there've been and favorite characters and such, but 'Death in the Family' and the last pannel of 'The Diplomat's son' is a good representation of Angry when Scared. 'Lost Days' is AMAZING with the angry when scared because when Talia shows him that he's been replaced, he's apathetic, and then goes to another room and starts crying. When he learns the Joker's still alive he starts trashing the room
Under the Red Hood is Jason's prime example of calculating while Angry, BECAUSE THAT ENTIRE PLAN!!! It was very well thought out and very well executed up until the final confrontation.
Robin!Jason not letting Alfred or Bruce see how upset he was that His father died is a perfect mix of both, because grief is a fickle thing.
ALSO! LETS SAY THIS TOGETHER
PIT MADNESS IS NOT REAL
there are a lot of comics tho where I think the writers either hated Jason or didn't know what to do with him, so don't bring those up.
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now what if…… incubus!jade leech who falls in love with the human he’s been occasionally returning to for an easy meal (until it’s no longer for food but because he genuinely cares for you), but it’s frowned upon for demons to get too attached to humans because it just complicates the entire business of an incubus (loveless sex), but since he’s seen you so often he just can’t stop himself from visiting you. now it’s not even for sex. now it’s to sleep beside you, to hold you, to kiss you fondly. to act like your lover even though he’s really not meant to.
naturally, azul (also an incubus) isn’t too happy when he learns his secretary has been shirking his duties just to spend more time with a human he was only meant to service once. and floyd (also an incubus) is starting to get curious about the little human his brother has become so infatuated with.
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Oh my god jimmy neutron brain blast driving back from dnd-
If CSD/ y/ngineer are platonic/familial/same person different universes, and they have a soulmate bond, that means that eventually if the bond isn’t confirmed
CSD would begin to feel the effects of the virus once they start affecting y/ngineer.
Not as strongly since the effects of sharing wounds goes exponentially down with each soulmate attached who isn’t a part of the original source of the wound, but still
Infected CSD
The Corrupted Prophet
@pillowspace
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"Stop saying Crowley won't help Aziraphale in S3 he'd go back to him in a HEARTBEAT and nothing would stop him" I get it no one likes the idea of Crowley being bitter after what happened for a long period of time but like can we at least acknowledge that he's currently going through probably the most emotional pain in his life since falling? Can we agree that he's opened his heart entirely - something you couldn't pay him to do unless the world is literally ending and he's desperate - to Aziraphale, and got shot down? Can we understand that he did it AGAIN only to lose Aziraphale again? Not that what Aziraphale did isn't without Crowley's own shortcomings (hiding the truth of Heaven's cruelty from him) but like,,,,
The appeal here isn't Scorned Crowley Doesn't Love Aziraphale Anymore, or Never Wants To Help Him Again, the appeal here is Crowley learning enough self respect to not just walk back right to Aziraphale like nothing happened after Aziraphale has had a pattern of consistently refusing him. Going years ping-ponging between "We're not friends I don't even know him" to "That's what friends are for right?" and "We're friends, why would you even say anything?" and "Friends? We're not friends. We are an angel and a demon!"
Like I get it, Crowley is a heartbreakingly forgiving person. Of course he's gonna forgive Aziraphale, I'll be surprised if he didn't forgive him by the time he walked out the bookshop door, but gdi he could at least grant himself the luxury of being at least a little irritated for longer than however long it takes to make a globe and some books float and angrily cry out to God in his flat. But due to the change of pace and dynamic that is establishing part of the conflict for Season 3, I just really like the idea of him for ONCE prioritizing himself and being like "Okay, fine. We'll get back at it when you're ready, then," instead of just taking Aziraphale back like his words and actions meant nothing to him, when clearly they have an effect on him.
What is Aziraphale going to learn if Crowley just accepts what he did so quickly, like he always has the entire time they've been friends? Idk maybe I'm just projecting too much darkness on their dynamic but I mean, if the pattern of Aziraphale pushing Crowley away/disrespecting him one day and then being fine with his friendship the next + Crowley never stopping to be like "Hey, that's not cool, at least give me a little credit" or smth was fine all along and will continue to be fine in the future, then why, after 6,000 years of being friends and loving this demon, can Aziraphale still not accept that Crowley is just fine the way he is, and instead got excited to promote him to an angel in a heartbeat once the opportunity presented itself? You can't blame all of it on Heaven when Aziraphale has demonstrated his free will/defiance to Heaven so many times. Or, I don't know, I guess maybe we can? Maybe I'm just craving too much angst to the point where I'm letting it cloud my analysis of canon. Idk.
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