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the-rawr-ster · 3 years

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Words for Proheroes, UA staff, and All For One

Warning: lots of cursing, minor spoilers, mentions of abuse, harsh words, and lots of yelling, and also mentions of suicide, depression, ptsd, ect.

Any of the characters I mention, I say I hate but I don’t and understand they’re human so they make mistakes. I also know they already know that I’m right and probably feel super shitty. I still want to put my two sense in.

So I made a post and some comments on tik tok about hero society in MHA. I didn’t get everything I wanted to say so here’s just a ranting dump about several characters and groups.

The only heroes actually can respect are Miruko Hawks. Let me explain why. Hawks literally called out the heros on their BS speeches. Which I really admire. He’s blunt, which is an extremely respectable trait to me in most cases. And he’s very passionate about the work he does. He cares about people but unfortunately because of how he was brought up (manga spoilers here stop before you spoil it for yourselves). Just like many of 1-A, but also very different, he was quite literally raised to be a tool used by the military for their bullshit. And I think this might have changed based on who saved him. As many of you might know, Hawks grew up in an extremely toxic environment, I won’t get into the nitty gritty deets. The one that got him out of that was Endeavor, his favorite hero. He was his favorite hero growing up. But that only goes so far. Hawks respect for Endeavor (like many of his fans) was because he wasn’t fake, he didn’t pretend to like people, he didn’t pretend to smile. Endeavor was very different from many of the other heroes (horrible father and husband though (an okay hero though, which I think is part of why Stain hadn’t killed Endeavor even though he had plenty of opportunities)). Now we haven’t seen much of Miruko as far as I know, but just from her couple of minutes on screen in the anime, we can already guess that she respected Hawks. She likes how Hawks rolls. He’s confident, laid back, and he’s not a bullshitter. And just for that I can respect her. I also think Bakugō should be the number one hero but that’s a story for another time. I also have respect for Sir Night Eye and I’m sure I don’t have to tell you why because you can figure it out.

Now let’s get down to why I fucking hate hero society. Let’s just start off with the fact that it’s almost identical to how it would be if superpowers existed. There would be quirk discrimination, there would be people that abused their powers, ect. Ect. But most of all, heros get away with anything (much like cops irl). They use violence to stop violence, which goes completely against what heroes say. And we see this with All might a lot. Heros with flashy powers get noticed more than others. YOU SENT CHILDREN TO WAR!!!! THAT IS IN NO WAY SHAPE OR FORM OKAY!!! THOSE CHILDREN ARE FOREVER GOING TO BE TRAUMATIZED BY THAT SHIT! And I understand that at some point they’d have experienced something, but when they chose to be heroes it was a time of piece, but then for whatever reason everything went south. Regardless, these kids brains are still developing, idk how but this will definitely change the way their brain develops. Honestly I’d be surprised if none of them ended up commiting. I don’t want them to but in their mental state they’d at least be thinking about it. I actually wrote a fic about a pro-hero commiting. I could write an essay on why heroes suck balls, but that’ll be done another time).

As much as I’d like to talk about each individual hero, I really want to talk about UA students and Staff, and why the staff sucks potato juice.

Let’s start with the obvious one, Nezu. HOW DO DOZENS OF VILLAINS INFILTRATE ONE OF THE MOST PRESTIGIOUS SCHOOLS? THAT DOESNT MAKE SENSE, obviously your security system fucking sucks. NOT ONLY THAT BUT YOU ONLY HIRED ALL MIGHT BECAUSE OF HIS STATUS AS A HERO!!!! HES A HORRIBLE TEACHER!!!! AND NOT ONLY THAT BUT YOU ALLOWED ALL OF YOUR STUDENTS TO BE PUT ON BLAST FOR MILLIONS TO SEE, talkin bout some “We HaVe SoMe Of ThE bEsT heRoeS.” THATS bullshit because y’all lost an entire child to a lizard, a magician that puts people in marbles, and a musty old man with blue flames. If y’all produce the best heroes, y’all wouldn’t have lost Bakugō in the first place. AND WHY DO YOU LET MIDNIGHT WALK AROUND WITH SEX TOYS????! And you put all of your students in one place for all the LoV to have access to them. Yes there’s security, BUT SERIOUSLY? WILL YOU EVER LEARN?????

Next, is Present Mike, I love you man but HOW DID YOU FEEL COMFORTABLE TELLING EVERYBODY AND THEY MAMA THE NAMES AND QUIRKS OF THE STUDENTS???!!!! Like Nezu may have enabled it but you could have chosen to not do it.

Aizawa, OH SIR DO I HAVE WORDS FOR YOU. I’m sure you might already know this, but you should know I know. You’re one of the worst teachers, coming to a close second to last place on my list of horrible UA staff. First of all, you hardly taught your students proper combat training. That’s one of the most basic skills every hero needs. You’re slacking dawg (sorry for the disrespect Hound dog). Secondly, HOW DO YOU CONSISTENTLY LOSE YOUR STUDENTS? HOW DO THEY ALWAYS END UP OUT OF YOUR SIGHT? Like you’re really good at hero’s stuff but you’re slacking as a teacher. And why? Why haven’t you punished Mineta yet? It’s literally as clear as a sunny day that he’s a pervert. He is consistently making inappropriate comments and sexually harassed/assaulted several of your other students, and this is outside the LoV attacks, while you were on duty. Oh and let’s not forget about you emotionally manipulating your students!!! YOUR STUDENTS!!!!!! Needless to say I have a hate love relationship because I know he cares for his students and is not prone to favoring, unlike some *cough cough* all might.

MIDNIGHT, I respect your drip and your feminism. I just hate how you were written. YOU LITERALLY WALK AROUND WITH SEX TOYS!!! What do you even do? Like what’s your job at UA? I see you so often but like, what is your purpose? I love you though, and I wish you’d step on me.

ALL MIGHT, OMG I HATE YOU ALMOST AS MUCH AS I HATE ENDEAVOR!! FAVORITISM FAVORITISM FAVORITISM!!!! OMG IT IS SO PREVELANT IN YOUR “teaching.” You treat Deku so differently from the way you treat Bakugō. And I understand that they’re different so they have to be taught differently, by HOLY HELL! You borderline cheered for Deku when he fought with Bakugō. AND YOURE A SHITTY HERO FOR THE WAY YOU TALKED TO DEKU WHEN YOU FIRST MET HIM!! What if he didn’t grab onto you? What if he did what Bakugō said and jumped? You’d be responsible for that in a sense, because you made him feel worse than he already did. I respect you for being upfront with him, and that’s not what the issue here is. Deku was clearly emotionally unstable!!! You didn’t even teach him how to use his quirk, HES BARELY EVEN 16, how does that make sense to you? Anyways moving on to my biggest pet peeve with you, YOU PUT MY BOY IN CHAINS AND A MUZZLE KNOWING DAMN WELL THAT HE WAS FUCKING TRAUMATIZE, WAY TO GOT MR.NO.1 HERO!!! WAY TO FUCKING GO!!! AND THEN EVERYONE JUST SAT THERE AND WATCHED!!!! YOU COULD HAVE HANDLED THE SITUATION BETTER!!!!! HE WAS CLEARLY NOT OKAY WITH IT!!!! DO BETTER! YOU HUMILIATED HIM IN FRONT OF MILLIONS OF VIEWERS!!! THE LoV treated him better and they didn’t even know about his trauma!!!! I have so much to say about all might, and some of them are positive too but I’ll probably do a post on that next Wednesday, but for now we’ll be critiquing. HOW DID YOU EVEN BECOME A TEACHER? I feel like there should be more qualifications than being a good hero. BUT ANYWAYS, YAK my whole deal with this man.

Those are all the UA staff I really have beef with, but I also love their characters and how they were written. Now onto my beef with some of these parents.

Mistuki: You’re really the only parent I hate. I understand Bakugō tried to hit you, but where the fuck do you think he got it from? He didn’t become violent and aggressive out of the blue. He got that shit from you. And will you please get your son some hearing aides, my ears bleed every time I have to listen to him scream. And you should’ve been more reluctant to let Bakugō stay in the dorms. And your yelling is not helping Bakugō. Ask yourself why he hates being around you? I understand that you care about him, but punishing your child by hitting them is not okay, period, wether it’s just a slap or not.

I ko: I LOVE YOU TO PIECES! I can’t hate you. I have so much respect for you, but you shouldn’t have let Deku stay in the dorms. I know you wanted him to be able to experience his dreams, and that you felt so guilty about him growing up without a quirk, but Inko, it’s not worth losing your baby over. You were right to be upset with All Might, PERIOD.

ALL FOR ONE!! I HATE YOU WITH EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING!!!! YOU TOOK ADVANTAGE OF SHIGIRAKI IN A VULNERABLY STATE AND GROOMED HIM TO BE A VILLAIN!!! AND YOU KILLED HIS GRANDMA!!!! HOW DARE YOU!!!! HOW DARE YOU!!!! HE WAS A CHILD!!! HE WAS GRIEVING!!!! HE WAS UNSTABLE AND YOU TOOK ADVANTAGE OF THAT!!! YOU DISGUST ME!!!!

And a big Fuck you to hero society for turning children into soldiers. A big fuck you for letting these children experience traum on that scale! A big fuck you for not saving Shigiraki! A big fuck you for being so full of shit!!!! A big fuck you for making people feel less than for being without a quirk! A big fuck your for being an overall piece of shit society!!

If you’ve made it this far, I apologize for yelling and cursing. Thank you for reading.

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a-walk-in-silence · 4 years

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The Final Coffee... For Now

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Word Count: 6.1k

Summary: The battle is over, and life is starting to pick up the pieces. You have one final mission complete, and there's only one person you can imagine having by your side during the mission.

Warnings: Crying, mentions of injuries, mentions of death, life crisis, there's probably a curse word or two knowing me, lewd comments

A/N: AT LAST, THE FINAL SEQUEL! This has been a wild ride and, honestly, I have been enjoying it so much! As always, I hope you enjoy! Btw if I do any followup stories, I will 100% be tagging the taglist I have, but none of the followups are intended to be a continuation, just a "fill-in-the-blanks" of sorts. Idk but I have ideas and if anybody ever requests anything I will for sure post it

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You woke up in a hospital bed, a hunched over Steve sitting in the chair by your bedside table. Your eyes skipped over him and saw three figures all squished together on the couch, reading one of Morgan's favorite books. Your back was in pain, so you shifted. But the sound alerted everyone in the room, and suddenly you were surrounded.

A bundle of energy flew into bed with you, her arms wrapping around you. "Mom, you're okay," Penny said, her voice shaking. Your hand slowly brushed against her head, trying to calm down her tears while fighting to stay awake. "When Uncle Tony said you were hurt, I was so scared."

"I'm okay, don't worry. Just some bruising, maybe some nerve damage. Nothing serious." You smiled at Tony and Steve as they both managed to wrangle in a scared Morgan. "Hey, Morgoona. It's okay, I don't bite."

She looked up at you with those big saucer eyes. She was scared but she still made it the few steps towards your bed. "Auntie Y/N?"

You nodded, smiling at her. "Auntie Y/N. This is like the time your daddy ended up in the hospital because he burned his hand. Nothing serious. Just needed a little rest."

After a few more timid steps, she reached up, trying to climb onto the bed. Tony helped her get up, and she crawled the rest of the way to join you. "Daddy said you were really hurt."

"Well your daddy lied. Not surprising given how much he overreacts." Tony rolled his eyes at your remark, but you continued. "I just overworked myself. I had a really full day of running around, fighting bad guys. But it was worth it in the end. Everyone made it back. Including…" Your eyes flicked over to Penny. "Your dad. What happened when he called?"

She bit her lip before curling further into your side. "He wanted to know what happened to me. To him. Uncle Happy explained it briefly, and I told him about you taking me in. He then said he wanted to come see me, take me back to New York City and get to know me again."

Your heart broke in your chest. Of course Bobby would want to have Penny back in his life. For some reason, the thought hadn't even crossed your mind. It was stupid to assume you would have her forever. But it didn't mean it didn't hurt any less.

"Well of course, sweetie. Your dad missed so much of your life, I can imagine he doesn't want to miss anymore." You put on a brave face for her, but you knew that Tony and Steve saw straight through it. "And I know you miss him with all of your heart. I'll still be around, and visit you all the time. But your dad needs you, and you need him." You kissed the top of her head, unable to look up at Steve and Tony. You knew that they had sad looks on their faces, and you couldn't bear to see them. You knew you would cry. You couldn't cry.

"But… I don't want to leave you, or Morgan, Aunt Pepper, and Uncle Tony. You… you're my family." You could hear the tears in her voice, and it brought you that much closer to crying. "I don't want to lose you."

You rested your cheek against the top of her head. "You'll never lose me, Penny. We can visit you all the time. And we will. You're part of this family, and you're stuck with us whether you like it or not." You gave her one final squeeze before leaning back to look her in the eyes. "Can you two go find Pepper? I need a moment to talk to Tony and Steve, alone."

The two girls nodded before clambering out of bed, with Tony helping Morgan down. They left the room, waving goodbye.

And then waterworks started. Everything that happened just hit you like a truck in that moment. All of the repressed emotions, all of the tears, they all just came swelling to the top like a tsunami. And they just wouldn't stop.

Losing Bucky, finding out about your mother and your weird ass powers, seeing Peggy and Daniel again, losing Nat and getting her back, and now losing Penny… it all was hitting you in the chest over and over and over again. Your heart was breaking into smaller and smaller parts as it all caught up in your mind. Each moment, each memory, kept replaying over and over again, becoming an ongoing film reel that didn't seem to have an end.

Steve and Tony just watched as you fell apart right in front of them. They knew that rock bottom was going to hit at some point, and Penny was the feather that tipped the scale. Up and down, left and right, nothing made sense anymore. Your life had always been filled with everything, so why did you feel like you had lost it all?

You finally managed to stop crying after about an hour. The boys had left the room at some point to find coffee, and had returned, patiently waiting for you to be the first one to talk. And it took you awhile. You couldn't make sense of your own brain. But you finally managed to calm down enough to talk to them.

"I feel alone, and cold." It was the first thing to leave your lips before you just word vomited over them about everything. And you meant everything. Your entire life, childhood, being in S.H.I.E.L.D., meeting Steve and everything that ever happened. It all just came out in a pure mess of chaos as you tried to make sense of it all. And they listened to the entire thing, never speaking up or trying to talk over you. Even in moments where you would fall silent, they were silent, too. And you were so thankful that they let you get it all out before finally deciding to talk. They had even gotten you a coffee, which probably didn't help with the word vomit.

Nonetheless, you finished talking eventually. And only a few seconds of silence went between you finishing your rant and Tony talking.

"Well what are you going to do?" he asked, standing up from the couch and stretching.

Your eyebrows scrunched together in confusion at his statement. "What do you mean?"

"He means, what are you going to do," Steve piped up. "It's your life. Right now the decisions are in your hand."

"Are you going to retire somewhere, be a miserable old spinstress and mourn the days of yonder?" Tony pouted at that decision. "Turn your pain into art? Turn art into pain? Or are you going to do something else?"

Steve stood up, wrapping an arm around Tony's shoulder. "We're here no matter what, of course. We always will be. But we can't be here for you if we don't know what the next step is."

You looked down at your hands. There wasn't much that you wanted that you could actually have, anymore. Still, you told them. "I want my family. I want my mom, Aunt Peggy, Uncle Daniel… I want Bucky and Penny and little Morgoona. I want my brother and the love of my life to always be there. But I can't have a lot of that. I can't have my mom, Peggy, Daniel, or Bucky. They're gone."

They both came and sat on opposite sides of the bed, both looking at you with nothing but love. "Then how do we fix that? I mean, we had a couple ideas-"

"Not we. You." Tony pointed at Steve, shaking his head. "As annoying and arrogant as you are, you can still make her happy without even trying."

"Don't sell yourself short, Tony. Afterall, you are her brother, practically." Steve looked back at you before smiling. "I do have some ideas. They're not much in the grand scheme of things, but I think you need a proper goodbye. I talked to Hank and he said he would help create enough PYM Particles for this, but I need your help in return."

"What kind of help are we talking about?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at Steve. You knew he would never put you in danger. If anything, you put yourself in danger.

He patted you on the leg, a small smirk sitting on his pretty face. "All I'm asking is that you help me return the stones to their proper homes, and we can work from there."

You agreed and, a week later, the two of you were standing on the rebuilt Quantum Tunnel in the middle of the forest. Bruce and Tony were currently watching the computer, double checking to make sure everything was okay. Tony gave you a cheeky smile before looking at Steve who was casually chatting with Bucky and Sam.

"You know this isn't goodbye, right?" you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. "Come on, Stevie, we have some stones to return and messes to clean up."

"One minute," he said before looking over at Sam. There was a moment that passed between the two before Steve handed him the shield. "You know, I can't think of anyone better to carry the shield than you. How does it feel?"

Sam held the shield in his arms, almost uncertain. "Like it belongs to someone else." He gave Steve a forced smile before he looped his arms through the straps on the back. "So what gives, Rogers? Hanging up the cape already?"

Steve chuckled before looking over at you. "Nah, figured I would try some of that life Tony always talks about. Maybe one day I'll get up and kick some ass, but not as Captain America." He looked back at Sam, giving him a salute. "Captain."

You smiled softly at the scene playing out in front of you. Steve's promise to try and just have a domestic life with you was heartwarming, even if there was the implication that retirement would never truly be retirement. Then again, could you ever truly give it up either? Sure, as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, you weren't necessarily a field agent, and when it fell you were a silent observer to everything else. But now you had a taste for it.

But domestic life with Steve would be nice. You just weren't sure you'd be able to be as domestic as him. Especially when you had some new kind of powers that you needed to figure out. Maybe Wanda could help. But you knew the two of you would figure it out.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could have sworn you saw Tony roll his eyes at Steve, but you knew he was just being an ass just because he could be. You knew a part of him was happy for you and Steve, even if there would always be something about Steve that rubbed him the wrong way. They truly were a cat and dog, forced to get along through their human owner. And you really weren't sure if you were the human in this equation or the goldfish sitting on the kitchen counter. Either way, you were stuck in between them and you loved them with all of your heart.

"You done, Icicle?" Tony said, finally speaking up. "Not to cause any stress or anything. We can always not return the stones, doom those other timelines to be defenseless. Really, don't mind, but it would be quite rude, don't you think?"

Now it was Steve's turn to roll his eyes. "I'm going, relax, Tony." He joined you on the platform, giving your shoulder a small nudge with his own. "See you in a minute."

"We're going to the same place!" You have a playful shove before shaking your head. "Tony, human Bucky, Sam, Bruce… I'll actually see you in a minute."

Steve picked up Mjölnir, that had been sitting by your feet, before you two travelled back in time.

Returning most of the stones was relatively easy. 2013 Thor was, of course, confused as to why Steve was there, why he had the Aether in stone form, and why in the HELL was he carrying his hammer? But before he could ask any further questions, you were gone, returning the rest of the stones to their proper timelines.

The one stone that was probably the most awkward to return was the soul stone… primarily because the guardian of the stone was an old nazi general that Steve had known in WWII. Red Skull. It took everything in your power to keep Steve from punching him in the face.

"I know we punch nazis in the face, but right now, we have other things to worry about." You grabbed his hand, tugging him away from Red Skull. "If anything, we can find him in the future and kick his ass there." It took a lot of convincing but he finally agreed. You took the soul stone and gave it to Red Skull.

But once the last of the stones were returned, Steve grabbed your hand and started to fiddle with the GPS that was on your wrist. You raised an eyebrow, knowing he wouldn't tell you where you were going. Still, you couldn't help but be curious, trying to catch a glimpse of the date being input onto the device. As if he knew what you were doing, he leaned your wrist away from your prying eyes. You pouted but let him continue on.

When the two of you ended up back in the past, you weren't really sure where you were. You looked around, confused. "Where did we end up?" you asked as you glanced around.

Steve put an arm around your shoulder and turned you around, and then it hit you. Oh. Oh. This was your childhood home.

"Steve-"

"Come on, someone's waiting inside for you." He didn't give you time to react before he was leading you into the house. It was oddly quiet. If you had to guess, Peggy and Daniel were likely at work, so why were you here?

Your footsteps were silent as the two of you made your way over to what you remembered being your old bedroom. But there were no signs that you were even living here. No screaming. No crying. No nannies looking tired. So this was clearly pre-you. But what was the date?

Yeah, okay, you could look at the GPS on your wrist, but what was the fun in that? Plus, Steve would probably stop you from doing so.

It wasn't until you heard crying just down the hall that you had an idea. The two of you went to the door, pushing it open, and inside was a very sickly you. Only she wasn't you. It was definitely your mother. And in a crib, snoozing away, was a baby.

So that meant the baby was you.

Your heart started to beat a little faster as he walked over to the bed. Your mom looked up and a small smile sat on her face even though she had just been crying. "My Y/N…" Her voice was so quiet as you sat on the edge of the bed, taking her hand in your own. "You're so big… but just as big as I remember."

You smiled at her, giving her hand a squeeze. "And you've barely aged a day." You glanced back towards Steve to find that he had left, closing the door after him. You sighed before looking back at her. You knew you wanted to tell her everything, but you knew overwhelming her would make matters worse. Besides, at the end of the day, you needed this goodbye.

"I've been waiting for you. My glowing angel." She reached for a worn book, sitting on her nightstand. She handed it to you, a soft smile on her face. "This is for you." You smiled warmly at her. "How have you been?"

"Been okay, saved the world. Nothing major." You loved the smile that shone on her face. "Made sure that the world was safe enough for people like you. For the future generation."

Her eyes slowly fluttered shut, and your heart stopped in your chest. But she was still breathing. You had to hold onto that hope. "I'm dying, aren't I?" Her voice was quiet, shaking with fear. She managed to open her eyes just enough to gauge the broken expression on your face. She coughed before her head lolled to the side, staring at the crib. "Did you at least have a good childhood?"

"The best," you responded. "Peggy and Daniel took me in, raised me to be the person I am today. I fell in love and found the best family in the entire world. You would love them."

"Is that so?" Her voice was slowly becoming rougher as she kept talking. "Tell me about them."

You laughed before scooting closer to her. "There are so many of them. But I'll try and cover them all." You spent the next 10 minutes telling her about everyone. From Tony to Steve, Peter P. to Peter Q., there were so many names to cover. But she listened, only laughing every once in awhile when you mentioned a funny story.

She eventually fell asleep, so you got up and kissed her on the forehead. "Bye, mom. I hope you move on peacefully."

You left her room and saw Steve just chilling on one of the hallway couches, looking out over the estate. "You know, this is bigger than I expected Peg's house to be," he said before smiling at you. "I'm guessing Howard had a hand in this?"

"Howard and S.H.I.E.L.D., yeah." You sat down next to him, giving him a smile. "Thank you for this. I needed it." You glanced at the journal in your hands. "She wanted me to have this. I'll have to read it later."

"Explains why Peg and Daniel could never find it. Any way, we still have two more places to go." He looked down at your fidgeting hands before reaching out to take them. "You ready to get going? They should be home soon."

"Yeah. I think so."

The next place the two of you ended up was on the side of a busy highway, and you instantly recognized it. "We're in New York. What's here?" But then you spotted it: an open box sitting on the side of the road, beat up beyond belief. And you were going over to the box without a second's thought, looking inside. Sure enough, inside was a tiny black and white kitten curled up in a tight ball. "Bucky…"

"I figured you would want to get to say goodbye. He has always been by your side, so why not go back to that first moment?" Steve kneeled beside you, looking at the kitten with adoration. "It's still hard to think that he's gone."

You nodded, fighting tears from overspilling. Your hands were shaking as you reached down to give him a few small pets. "How long do we have before we need to go? How long until I drive by?"

"Few minutes," he responded, giving the kitten a tiny scratch under the chin. "And then we really need to leave to keep the timelines okay."

You couldn't look away from him, remembering the first day you brought him home. How sick he had been. But then he got better, so lively. Bucky had been your best friend when Steve was away. He was your rock.

You gave him another pet, which caused him to meow. You laughed before wiping away a tear. "You'll be the best cat ever, Bucky. You'll touch so many hearts in your lifetime. Love you, buddy. Couldn't have asked for anyone better, ya know?" You finally looked away from him to glance up at Steve. "Do you want to say anything?"

He seemed to ponder it for a moment before finally thinking of something. "Even when I couldn't always be there, I knew I could trust you to be there for Y/N. You'll be kind and lazy, and probably have your fair share of a coffee addiction as your mom. But you'll keep her happy when I fail. So you better be ready, because you have some big shoes to fill, soldier."

You smiled softly at his response before you reached across the box to grab his hand. "I love you. I'll probably thank you every five minutes during this but I mean it. Thank you. Where are we off to next?"

"Well, this next stop is very top secret. Only you and I can know about this one. Not even Tony. He'll obviously see where we went on the computer, but he can't know what we see." Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion but you didn't ask any questions. Rather, you let him input the times and locations into the device and made the time jump alongside him.

The final site was familiar, although you were standing fairly far away and in the tree lines. You were at Tony's lakeside cabin, though why you were there was definitely beyond you. In the distance, you could see several of the Avengers as they milled around and celebrated. But there were also some new faces that you just couldn't recognize. Who were these new heroes? Or, rather, new people?

Nat was sitting among them, but she looked a bit older. As you looked around, you noticed the running theme. No, it wasn't by dozens of years or anything, but just enough for it to definitely be noticeable. Like Peter. He had definitely lost a good portion of his baby fat, and he had an arm casually thrown around the waist of a dark-haired girl who was chatting with Shuri, T'Challa's sister. And Thor had definitely lost a good majority of the weight he had gained post-snap.

You were going to ask what was going on when a car pulled up, and a very grown up Penny walked out of the car with her dad, Bobby. She was a blossoming young adult, and just as beautiful as she had been when she hugged you and said goodbye.

And then Tony walked out of the house. He made some grand speech that you could only hear snippets of. Even when all of the partygoers were quiet, you were just too far away to notice. A pair of arms wrapped around you from behind as you watched the scene unfolding down by the lake. Everyone started to clap as suddenly you and Steve walked out of the house, each of you holding a small bundle of fabric cradled in your arms. It really didn't take a rocket scientist to know what those bundles were.

You placed a hand over your mouth to keep from crying out as happy tears sprung from your eyes. Your future self was surrounded by love and family, and filled with so much joy and happiness. No, you weren't sure how far into the future this was, but it definitely warmed your heart to see the pure bliss that you radiated when surrounded by loved ones.

"I know their names, you know," Steve said, lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. "I mean, I can guess. Blue and pink, boy and girl. Do you want to know?"

You shook your head, smiling at the scene in front of you. "I want to be surprised." You knew your mind was already guessing about a thousand names for those two twins, but you knew deep down that it didn't matter. A part of you knew their names, too. But why say it out loud when you can hold onto it for a little while longer?

Steve's lips found their way to your neck, gently peppering it was soft kisses. "I have another surprise, but it's not another trip to another point in time." His arms unwound from around you, causing you to turn around. The site in front of your eyes was heart stopping as you took it in. Steve, down on one knee, a ring in his hand.

"Steve." Your voice was breathless as your heart pounded in your chest. There were so many thoughts swirling around in your head, and so much you wanted to say, but then he started talking.

"I've wanted to ask you this ever since I first kissed you, ya know. Something about how well we worked together just told me this was the one. You're headstrong and stubborn, almost as bad as me. Yet you still ground me, and I ground you. When I lost you, I didn't know how to pick up the pieces. You were my everything, and this ring has been burning a hole in my pocket for about 7 years." A part of you was almost surprised to hear that he had held onto a ring this long, especially when you left him. You really felt like an ass, and it clearly showed on your face. "It's not your fault. I was the asshole, remember?" He gave you a cheeky grin before returning to the speech. "I've spent so much time away from you that I know I don't want to spend another second without you in my arms. So, Y/N L/N, I'm down on one knee, asking you to make me the happiest 105 year old in existence by marrying me."

"Jesus Christ, you're old." You laughed before kneeling down right in front of him. "You're older than sin, Stevie. Really, what is everyone going to say at the wedding? Clearly you're just some older celebrity in love with women half his age." You enjoyed watching the huge smile spread across his face as you took the ring from his hand, putting it on your finger. "You know, this is beautiful. But I half expected you to propose by giving me a cup of coffee. This is a bit of a let down, truly."

Steve finally broke, laughing. "Is this your way of saying yes?"

You rolled your eyes before pushing him to the ground, laying down next to him. "Of course it is. But did you expect anything less?" You turned your head to look at him, watching as he rolled onto his side to look at you.

"I love you. So much."

"Well I love you so much." You rolled over to meet him halfway. "When do we have to go back home? I imagine Tony and Bruce are probably waiting. Plus you have a new Captain to give all of the responsibilities of owning America's Ass to." He rolled his eyes and you smiled. "And we have a pair of kids to meet in the future. Can't be late for that, now can we?"

"No, I suppose we can't." He leaned over to you and pressed his lips against yours in a soft, sweet kiss. It only lasted a few seconds, but it held so much in it. A promise for a better tomorrow, surrounded by loved ones and family. Your family. And you were ready for it. It would be a long journey but you had all of the right people by your side. Tony, Steve, and, most importantly, a functioning coffee machine.

--5 And A Half Years Later--

You looked out into the forest, a small smile perched on your lips as you caught a glimpse of yourself and Steve from a few years ago. The day he proposed. And the day that the two of you threw a big party for all of your friends to introduce them to the two week old twins.

Tony took your son from his hands, showing him off to a ten-year-old Morgan so she could meet one of her new cousins. And your daughter?

Well, she had been with Steve, but Steve was walking towards you and he definitely didn't have her.

"Where's 'Nora?" you asked as he came to a stop a few feet in front of you. "Last I checked, you had her."

"Her Aunt Nat wanted to get to cuddle her and be bitter that she was named after your mom and Peggy and not her." He rolled his eyes playfully before looking around. "And Danny?"

"His Uncle Tony. Morgoona wanted to get to hold him and Tony said he would take him off our hands for a few minutes." Steve's arm wound around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. You once again glanced at the forest, catching a glimpse of the two of you before you disappeared. "Well they're in for a fun night."

"Y/N," Steve said, sounding almost exasperated. But he then laughed, kissing the top of your head. "You'll be the death of me. Come on, let's go find the kids. I'm sure they've passed hands since we last saw them."

The first of the kids that you found was Danny, being held by Human Bucky.

Okay, fine, Uncle Bucky. Whatever. You knew that was his name now but you were just so used to calling him Human Bucky.

"So I see Bucky has found Bucky," you teased before sitting on the edge of the table in front of him. "How's your second namesake doing?"

"He's good," Bucky said, eyes never leaving little Danny. "Bucky Daniel. You really had to name another one after me, didn't you, Steve?"

Steve chuckled, sitting down next to his best friend. "Nonsense, he's named after the cat. The cat was much more enjoyable company."

Bucky rolled his eyes, a smirk sitting on his face. "Yeah well he's got your dumb face, Rogers, so who's the real loser here?" He gently booped your son's nose, causing him to squirm a little. But he quickly settled, enjoying the cool of Bucky's metal arm in the hot air.

And then Nat came over with Nora in her arms, a pout on her face. "Steve, Clint said I can't teach her how to fight when she's old enough. It's rude, really. A girl's first birthday present should always be a knife."

"Nat, no knives," Steve chided, but you quipped in.

"I don't see a problem with the knife. It was one of the first presents Aunt Peggy gave me when I was a kid." You shrugged casually, earning a small glare from Steve. "Hey, it's not my fault that Peg taught me right. As much shit as I give her sometimes, I know that she wanted me to be able to fend for myself."

"I'm with the chicks," Bucky added, leaning against the table as he looked up from Danny who was still cuddled into his arms. "So it seems the final vote is 3 to 2. I guess Daddy Steve and Uncle Clint are in the minority. Guess we're gifting these two their own little sets of matching knives on their first birthday."

Steve absolutely was done with all three of you at this point. He looked around, trying to find out who would help him, but he quickly realized that a lot of the people here would easily pick yours and Nat's side. If not for ideologies, then fear. The final shapedown of this fight would leave him severely in the minority. "Can we at least wait until they're old enough to use a knife without hurting themselves."

The three of you shared a look, seeming to have a silent conversation. The three of you reached a unanimous decision, nodding in unison.

"So five?" Nat asked.

"Five seems good to me," you added, taking your daughter from her outstretched arms. "Don't you agree, little Nora?" She cooed, stretching out her arms as she settled into your arms. "I think she agrees. Human Bucky?"

"Uncle Bucky," he corrected, handing Danny over to Steve. "And I think it sounds like a good idea. Our future little Avengers. Maybe they'll get some of their parents powers."

You groaned, leaning back a little as you studied Lenora's face. "God, I hope not. I don't need them opening up portals or lifting cars with ease. I think I'd actually lose it if that happened."

The group was filled with laughter. But then a voice rose up above the laughter, silencing you.

"Umm… I just want to start this out by apologizing," Peter Parker said as he came to stand on top of Tony's table. "So, I'm sorry. But, um… I sent the Younglings to take care of a small HYDRA dispute in Michigan and I thought they could handle it but it's gotten bigger. Kamala just sent a S.O.S. to me and they really need help."

You looked over at Steve as chaos definitely broke out around you. Avengers were rushing around to get their suits and stuff in order, and you definitely weren't going to sit this out. "You gonna be okay?"

"I got Nora and Danny," he said, looking over his shoulder. You followed his gaze and saw Penny and Bobby. "Besides, I'll have them, as well as Morgan. We'll be fine."

You leaned over and kissed his cheek before climbing off of the table and walking over to Penny and Bobby. "How're you two doing?"

Penny smiled, wrapping her arms around you in a hug. "Doing alright, mom. Been thinking about what I'll do after high school." She looked at Nora, who was in your arms. "Do you want me to look after her while you're gone?"

"Her and Bucky… and also Steve. Can't trust him all on his lonesome." You smiled at her before shifting Lenora into her arms. You adjusted her hold until the baby was snuggly cuddled into her arms. "Shouldn't be more than 20 minutes. Until then, she's gonna need her big sister to keep an eye out for her."

"You got it."

With that, you ran over to Tony, who was holding your nano tech gloves. "If you don't hurry, they're going to leave without us."

"Oh shut up." You rolled your eyes before putting them on and activating the nano suit to encompass your body. "Suit up, Stark. We've got some younglings to save."

The two of you took off into the sky, followed by a couple quinjets and other flying suits and tech. Even Carol had made the trip back to Earth for the party, so she was now joining in on the fight.

You gave one final glance over your shoulder at Steve as he was surrounded by several kids and Bobby. You knew he would be kept occupied, with no missing the fight. Maybe in a few years, he'd join you, but he was happy with the domestic life. You both were happy.

And that's all that mattered…

Except you totally left the coffee machine on again.

Shit.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y., tell Steve I left the coffee pot on and that he should probably make sure everything is okay," you said.

"Okay. Activating Tell The Husband That You're A Forgetful Fiend and Want To Burn The House Down," she said, and you instantly turned to look at Tony who was flying beside you.

"Did you really rename the protocols on my suit? Really?"

You could hear the laugh in his voice. "Revenge for the Battle of 2023."

You were nearly floored, and almost fell out of the sky from shock. But you regained your balance, casting a glance over at him. "This has been 5 years in the making? Seriously?"

"What can I say, I'm in it for the long haul."

You shook your head, a smile on your lips. Then you spotted Sam, flying a little bit ahead of the two of you. "Hey Cap!" you called as you started to gain ground on him.

He briefly looked behind to see you coming up on his left. "Rogers, if you say it, I swear we are turning this whole mission around," he warned, but it was too late as you were soaring past him.

"On your left!"

He groaned, shaking his head. "You and your husband are equally as annoying."

You laughed before falling back to fly alongside Sam and Tony. This was your family. The quinjets full of heroes. The flying heroes that were soaring alongside. The people stuck at home, unable or unwilling to fight. All of them were yours. Very dysfunctional. But it was all yours.

Yep. All yours.

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Twist of Fate

Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Remus Lupin & Son!Reader Summary: Remus hates himself a lot, at least you have enough love for the both of you. Word Count: 2,217 Request: “not to be that person but please can you write some more angsty Remus x son!reader fics because I love that man so much and your writing is just. yes. like imagine how he'd react to finding out his son is being bullied, or how he'd react to his son almost dying, or maybe his son running away because of life is too much. the amount of ideas I have is insane sorry hhh, have a nice day though !! excuse my awkward ass rant !! - an awkward fanboy” A/n: Bold is the request I picked, might do the others idk yet, keep them coming bby I love Remus content. anyway, so I dial the ANGST to like off the scale. Research has been done here:

Bite = Werewolf, Scratches = Scars that never heal nor fade but still human.

There was a funny feeling in your stomach.

It was brewing ever since Harry and Hermione dragged you in to follow your other best friend into the Whomping Willow. You tried to push it to the side as you and Hermione walk out the Whomping Willow behind your dad and what you all thought was Scabbers.

“Sorry about the words I said about your dad,” Hermione whispers to you as you wave her off, “I can understand why you’re very protective over him.”

“He’s all I have left, Hermione,” You say, you could tell the way your dad was angled when he was walking, he was listening in to the conversation no matter how much Hermione talks in hush tones, “Naturally, anyone would be protective.”

“Perhaps, but you are protective of your dad and admire him at the same time, most of the time children can’t be both.”

“To you,” You responded, coming out of the Whomping Willow and inhaling the fresh air, “I didn’t realise how stuffy that place was.”

“I can’t believe Harry attacked a teacher,”

“Hermione, you set Snape’s cloak on fire in our first year,” You reminded her as you and she stood around Ron, who was whimpering on the floor.

“And you accidentally misfired your spell last year in duelling club and hit Snape,” Hermione retaliated.

“No wonder Snape hates us so much,” Ron calls out from the floor, as you ruffled his hair.

You glanced over to your dad, who was snarling at his old friend. You look over to Harry and Sirius, who was looking at the dimly lit castle of the school. You looked at Hermione who was trying to calm Ron, who was busy freaking out that he was keeping a man as a pet.

“Ron, don’t make me hit you!” Hermione threatened as you snorted, “You didn’t know!”

“Yes, yes, you’re right...” Ron nods as You lifted him up from the ground to let him rest on the rock, “(Y/n)?”

“Yes, Ron?” You asked as you watched him in amused as he was still silently freaking out, “What’s the matter?”

“Harry-!” Hermione shouted behind you.

You let go of Ron’s arm to turn around to see what she was shouting about. Her arm stretched out and her finger pointing at the sky. One by one, all of you looked to the night sky to see the clouds parting and a full moon emerging.

Your eyes widen when you could hear your dad breathing turned into a wolf life pant.

“Dad!” You shouted as Sirius lunges forward to grip your dad.

Harry runs to you, Hermione picking up Ron and tugging you to huddle with them. You never really saw your dad shift into a werewolf hen you live with him, in fact, the doors of the cottage you lived with had three locks to make sure if his werewolf figure comes back to the house, he would struggle to hatch off three locks.

Not to mention, all three locks were placed with magical enchantments so therefore when you were just a small boy, you wouldn’t end up like how he became. You always hated seeing your dad ill after the full moon, learning to cook for you and your dad at such a young age and also tend to wounds.

Remus was embarrassed at times because it should be him looking after you and yet here you were, a small young boy, looking after his only family left. But, now you were older, bigger, stronger and nevertheless smarter.

“Remus, old friend... did you take your potion tonight?” Sirius asked, desperation withing his tone. Your dad, twitching, shakes his head. “Run. All of you. Now!”

But none of them does, transfixed, watching as bristles poke through Remus’ skin. You watched in horror as you could see that your dad was in immense pain. You weren’t scared, you were concern about your dad.

Black steps forward and wraps his arms around his friend, presses his mouth to his ear, “You know the man you truly are, Remus. This flesh is only flesh.” pounding Lupin's chest in desperation, crying for his best friend, “This heart is where you truly live, this heart! Here!”

Your dad drops his wand as Peter leaps to grab it only for Harry to aim his wand at Pettigrew.

“No!” Harry exclaimed as you snapped your head towards the rat foe, “Expelliarmus!”

Your dad’s wand flies from Pettigrew’s hand. Peter freezes before smirking at the group of you, your eyes widening, ripping from Hermione’s grip to leap onto the betrayer only to fall flat away from your friends as Peter turns into a rat.

You shuffled through the grass to grab your dad’s wand, as you looked up to see his bones growing larger, you gasped as you slowly stood up, you were a few meters away from your friends, but a big enough gap to know that it would be impossible to reach your friends.

A howl pierces the air and with a shrug, the werewolf was your dad once stood tosses Sirius into the air and stares at you. Green familiar eyes looking at you, almost sensing familiarity within your face.

“Dad?” You called out.

“(Y/n)!” Ron whispers loudly to you, trying to not attract any attention of the beast that was slowly itching itself towards you.

“Dad, please, it’s me - your son.”

With a howl, you jumped back only for the werewolf to slash the right of your collar down to your lowest rib and nicking your knee, to stop you from running away.

“(Y/n)!” Harry calls out, frantically, calling for his best friend.

You crash down to the floor, not having enough strength to pick yourself back up. You lie on your back, writhing in the pain of the claws that strike upon you and was above the werewolf’s head as it strikes again, from left to right of your torso. Barring its teeth to you as it was ready to chomp on you.

“Professor!” Hermione calls out.

“Hermione!” Ron whimpers pathetically, “What are you doing?”

“Saving our best friend,” Hermione hisses as the werewolf turns its head towards the noise and stepping away from you, “Professor?”

The werewolf leaves you, bleeding and gasping for air, struggling to stay awake. The werewolf starts to creep up to trio as Snape emerges from the Whomping Willow.

“There you are!”

The werewolf growls, Snape spinning on his heels to shield your friends, as the werewolf was about to strike down another scratch. Sirius emerge in his black dog form. The two fights, drawing it away from were you were suffocating as Harry breaks free from Snape.

Hermione, despite wanting to go after Harry, rushes to your side. Slowly blinking as you choke on the blood in your mouth. You were going dizzy as Snape came into the field of your blurry vision.

“(Y/n)?”

Hermione calls out, it sounded distanced away, you tried to grab her hand with one hand as the other hand clutches your father’s wand, as you lose your consciousness.

Harry looks over your sleeping form.

He and Hermione had returned from their time travelling experience as Ron was trying to find a position to be comfortable. You were unevenly breathing, wheezing would escape your lips.

You were wrapped up and bandaged up, most of the top half of your body, were wrapped with bandages now stained with blood. Wrapped perfectly, from your shoulder to around your torso. Your knee that as nicked slightly was also bandaged up.

“We better get some sleep, Harry,” Hermione says, ensuring that Ron was in fact asleep.

Harry looks down at you, you were having difficulty sleeping and he heard from Ron and Hermione about the chaos that Madam Pomfrey was displaying as she was desperately doing anything to keep you alive.

“He’ll be alright, yes?” Harry asked.

“Madam Pomfrey would not allow any student to die, not when it is preventable. (Y/n) is in good hands, he’ll be okay.”

“But, these are werewolf scratches, Hermione, they can’t be healed. They are forever on him.” Harry says softly, noticing how you were clutching your dad’s wand - Hermione says that even unconscious you wouldn’t let go of the wand.

“Yes, his recovery will be different, long and slow,” Hermione nods, placing a hand on her best friend, “(Y/n) will heal, even if they don’t seal or fade, he’ll recover.”

Harry nods, standing up, making his way toward to door with Hermione to get to bed. When the next day had arrived, you were the first to be awake, on the bright morning of 5 am.

Pomfrey tended to you as best as she could, as she was limited with your case. You were still wheezing, there was a pain when you breath and sharp daggers piercing you as you move.

“Can I see dad today?” You asked, hopeful, knowing full well that rumours had started and rumours would have reached him.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Poppy says, dabbing your sweat away and helping you sit up so you can consume as much food you can take, “Rumours have started, deary, some involving you.”

“They’re not rumours if they’re true.”

“Yes, I know,” Poppy nods, “But, news spread quickly about you and your father.”

“I just want to see him, I promise I will be back, just an hour.”

Poppy looks at you, you were fiddling with your dad’s wand. Bringing up a bucket when you start coughing blood incase you start throwing up blood, you were truly struggling to breathe but you were very determined to see your dad.

“Okay, when it strikes eight, I want you to eat as much as you can and drink what I tell you. You won’t be going to any lessons unless I dismiss you,” Pomfrey says as you softly smile and nod.

Hours went past, you slowly regaining your strength as you slowly ate food. When it strikes eight in the morning, Pomfrey carefully places a rather oversize red sweater and hands you a walking stick for your knee.

“I can help you if need be,”

“It’s okay, it’s only down the hallway and some stairs,” You say, clutching your dad’s wand in hand as you bite through the sharp pain.

Poppy nods, allowing you to leave for a bit, you took your time to get to the DADA classroom, noticing it was empty as you slowly make your way up the stairs and to the office, where you can see your dad standing, his back faced towards the entrance of the door you stood.

“Looking for this?” You asked softly, watching him turn around to spot you holding his wand, “Peter almost stole it.”

Remus nodded, watching you slowly approach his desk and hand his wand. Remus stares at you, placing his wand on the desk as he manoeuvres around the desk to stand next to you. You looked at him with questioning eyes as he placed his hands on your cheek.

“Rumours are true,” He says softly, “I did attack you.”

“Dad-”

“No,” Remus recoils his hands away from you as he could see the bloody bandages peaking through the oversize red sweater, “I attacked you. I heard the rumours and-”

“Snape is quick with his silver tongue, dad,” You say but Remus was ignoring you.

“You almost died, what if you did die? I would have killed you,” Remus stressed out, stepping away from you, shutting his eyes as he runs his hand through his hair, “I would’ve killed you, my son, I’m a monster.”

With that, you let go of the walking stick and lunged into your dad with a hug. Ignoring the pain as you gripped your dad tightly, shutting your eyes tight like a child afraid of what was under his bed. Remus looks down at you surprised, slowly realising what has happened he lowers his arms down to embrace you.

“Shut up, shut up, shut up,” You mumbled but with his heighten hearing he could hear you, sobbing, “You’re not a monster, you’re my dad.”

“Okay, okay,” Remus kissing your hair, burying his face withing your tangle mess, “I’m sorry for saying that.”

He could hear your quiet tears, they were soft but weren’t as intense, soon you were coughing. This caused you to pull back to cover your mouth. Remus rubs your back as he lets you lean on his desk, him leaning on the desk next to you.

“Think you deserve this,” Remus says pulling out chocolate from his jacket.

“It’ll make you feel better,” You both say in unison, a grin forming on your lips as you take the bar.

Remus chuckles as you, putting a hand on your shoulder to rub it, then pulling you to his side.

“The moral of the story is that you can’t get rid of me so easily,” You jokes, mouth stuffed with chocolate as Remus barked out a laughter.

“Plan foiled again!” Remus joked back.

“Love you, Dad,” You mumbled into the bar of dairy goodness, “Whether you want it or not, that’s not for you to decide.”

“Trust me, my boy,” Remus kisses your temple, “I’d take all your love to see you live another day.”

“Don’t worry then, I have a lot of love for you.”

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Ken Rants About “Vanishing World” for Probably Way Too Long

Good evening. My name is Ken, I am a dumb, overanalyzing nerd, and I have completely fallen for the narrative Vocaloid producer Grey (a.k.a. Monstrosity) has set up in the first two songs of her series, Vanishing World. I know only two out of the ten-ish-maybe? songs have been released so far, but I’ve been stewing on my thoughts for a while now and I felt that I absolutely needed to get them down somewhere. in this essay i will- I hope that people are able to see this and possibly be interested in checking the series out? I just feel like it deserves a lot more attention. I highly recommend listening to all the work on her channel. https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCrq2qxXTl7u-YKeSqIJ5xZA Now, without further ado, I give you my analysis. i feel like im giving myself too much credit for my hyperfocused ramblings lol

WARNING!

This writing discusses themes of mass death and other death related subject matter. If you are disturbed by these things, then please proceed with caution. Stay safe.

Basic Plot Summary

Vanishing World is the story of the end of the world, and the beasts who cause it. One beast for every element or force of nature or whatever. So far, they seem to choose a human to “cooperate” with in order the wreak their havoc on Earth. Human resistances rise up around the world, although not much information has been provided about them yet. Our story begins in the twenty-fifth day of the month of June, they year 2000.......

Part 1: Aberrant Garden

Kaylee Tagetes was a young girl with a remarkable, and almost scary, gift for gardening. However, as she grew, she spiraled out of control. She began fusing plants with other forms of existence, creating a deadly army for the first destruction god, Carnation. where are your parents??? Also she had this weird flower with a face growing out of her head, but I don’t think it’s that relevant also it just scares me so I’m just gonna ignore it unless I think something up about it, ok? Ok.

An investigator dispatched to “the site of the anomaly (I’m assuming this is Kaylee’s house)” finds this information and more inside of a conveniently placed exposition note that was probably just lying on the ground I guess.

Some important things I want to highlight in the note:

“However, as she grew older, she became... curious about something. Almost like a mysterious force was feeding her thoughts. What was this thing she was curious about, you ask? Simple!

...”By what means? That part... shall remain a mystery.”

“...and it was at that moment when she was poisoned by a spider monster. Acid flowed through her veins. She fell, passed out from blood loss. Probably dead.”

“‘My name is Carnation, the Monster of Flora. You shall hear more about me in the afterlife- your time is up.’“

“Into a giant maw she was dropped... no one ever saw her again as Kaylee Tagetes.”

What these things mean (probably):

Every beast is able to get into the mind of its host and pretty much possess them and lead them to do what they want.

Whoever wrote the note wants the process of monster creation to remain a mystery.

Probably dead. Probably.

use your real name, nerd the one you made up sounds stupid

She was eaten. Trapped within the monster’s stomach.

Our investigator pal jumps on the bandwagon with his own exposition!

“In the year 2100, the apocalypses rises, fear the chrome god monsters and their trapped traitor humans.”

He goes on about how weird it is that Carnation woke up 100 years before the rest. Also that note was pretty strange too I guess. But the question is, who wrote it? Well, my friend, it seems obvious that it was written by a human being, so I propose the theory that Kaylee herself wrote the note. I’ll explain my reasoning soon enough, but for it to make any sense at all (even though it still probably won’t), I need to move on to.......

quick note: the more i think about this the more stupid it sounds for reasons ill get into in a moment, but im just gonna keep the Kaylee Note Theory here in case it somehow leads to me having some grand revelation about the true author.

edit:upon further reflection it may be possible, but i still think there is plenty of room for error within my theory.

Part 2: Ulterior Spectacle

Our Earth was at peace. Finally. But they didn’t let it last.

Stephan Alexander, nineteen year old photographer and the second traitor human in our story. Using a device gifted to him by the Monster of Ice, Morzogo, he is able to freeze any landscape and turn any human being into stone with the click of a button. This device is the grand Tundra Lens. One of the worst birthdays I’ve ever heard of ngl. He goes around killing millions over a period of five months because of what Morzogo had told him.

“They don’t deserve to see the world as you do. They deserve to be a part of a picture, do they not? Make them go still so you may have the perfect picture. Travel the world and make them allll stiiiill, so they’ll be with you forever.”

To summarize the end of the story:

girl’s voice snaps him out of trance was that a pun?

instant regret for literal mass murder

suicide via medusa method (mirror, click, bye bye)

Also, if you watch the lovely PV, you’ll notice that that girl that brought him back to reality is literally Kaylee Tagetes. A twelve year old killed a chaos god of mass destruction that ate her after she was poisoned and lost a lot of blood. This takes place maybe around the year 2032 and she still looks 12. h o w ? guess she’s dead now idk all the humans are gonna be ghosts and talk about their poor life decisions in the afterlife i guess

So yeah that’s basically my explanation for my whole Kaylee wrote the note thing.

Explaining my Kaylee Note Theory:

I think I figured out how she killed Carnation. The poison in her blood. Ingesting that could have killed him. I don’t know what it takes to kill an old one or whatever those things are, but maybe??????

The prophesy just states that the human traitor are trapped. Not dead, right? dont know about poor stephan tho oof. unless the possession automatically gives you op protagonist powers. they’re probably still dead tho

I don’t know what motivation she would have for leaving the note behind though.

Maybe she wrote it as a ghost-type-person-thing????? idk i feel like im reaching at this point ive been typing for over an hour now.

also im not sure where to fit this in but some characters talk about The Crisis which is where humans randomly turn into monsters????? idk its just been brought up once so far so i dont know what to think of it.

Alright. The last thing I want to talk about today is.......

Zone-B and Codename:NULL

We first meet Codename:NULL in the description of Battle: Xelzerin (that’s Carnation’s real name btw. i guess he’s a dork who doesn’t think his full name sounds cool like me). She’s receiving an email from another Zone-B member, Codename:GANYMEDE, who basically gives us some information about Xelzerin we didn’t already know. Including the fact that Xelzerin isn’t dead??? i should have re-read everything before i started typing this has just turned into one big semi-organized mess im so sorry

anyway!! foreshadowing about the Earth and Electric beasts, NULL’s name is revealed to be Madeline in the description of Ulterior Spectacle, and apparently Stephan froze over 70% of the world in only five months. Probably a rich kid.

if i weren’t so tired and had more information about a story that’s barely half-way done, i feel like i would be much more thorough with my analysis and theories. i may type out a part 2 once song three drops. until then, ill wait patiently. maybe ill choke out a little theory if i have a sudden revelation but nothing on this scale. maybe ill be able to choke out a timeline as well. i can barely spell i should probably stop hope you enjoyed sorry it go so messy towards the end especially right here ily goodbye.

proofreading: barely im sorry

#vanishing world #vanishing beasts #monstrosity #monstrosity vocaloid #aberrant garden #ulterior spectacle #kaylee tagetes #stephan alexander #ken does theory #im coughing so much please save me im tired #vocaloid

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(cw: rant because i really don’t understand Harold-hate.)

I hope people stop calling Harold Finch a dick or claiming that he doesn’t care about people because he decided to separate the relevant and irrelevant lists and programmed the Machine to delete the latter.

This always reminded me of all those times when my friends and I were on the street for a protest or petition and some people passing by would yell at us calling us selfish bitches because we dared to say we cared about A but didn’t also mention B C D E F no matter if those were in the same topic or field or beyond our limitations since we said we cared but failed to care about everything happened in this country or on this planet we were clearly hypocrites.

Back to the context of Finch’s choice. That was an American government’s project aiming to prevent events like the 911. The feeds were from the government. They just needed a machine to process and make the prediction. So to build the machine the creator - if they EVEN care - had to balance between two things. To achieve the aim while to make sure some lines are not going to be crossed too much. The government’s feeds meant useful information but also people’s privacy. If they let people know about they were being watched the government would have to shut the program down. Hence they would fail to achieve the first aim which was also the project’s only aim.

If Finch didn’t separate the two lists, the Machine aka the Northern Light wouldn’t be functional in the first place. The government would then buy someone else’s machine who might not even care about the privacy thing and would make it an open system so the government could track ANYONE they wanted no matter which purpose the government had.

Deleting the irrelevant list was a move that definitely caused sentimental reactions we can see it from Nathan and the audience. A move that later Finch also considered a “Mistake” of his when he had to witness his best friend’s death. And then he did what he could to live with the mistake while trying to do something about it. But it didn’t mean it was “Wrong.”

Making a mistake doesn’t make you a bad person. Making a mistake doesn’t automatically prove what value you had in mind while making the decision is wrong. It only means the way you choose to face the consequences speaks your character as a human. We all make mistakes caused by the right decisions/mindsets. That’s where the value of humanity lies. And judging people by the outcomes of their decisions despite the contexts and situations and the reality is, sorry I really have to say, utterly and upsettingly utilitarianism, by which I mean it really rings the “I adore you BECAUSE everything you do is perfect you’re good at everything you never makes a mistake you’re not a human you’re perfect that’s why I love you.”

And even the Machine made mistakes. And who are we to decide a person’s value by judging how perfect they are or how many mistakes they’ve made even when they caused those because of sensible decisions but no because the outcome was bad “they should have known better or I hate them.” It rings the opposite of the show’s value. Not a machine learned to love like humans. But that “humans can only be loved when they’re such a flawless, perfect machine.”

A person who makes no mistake and hence claiming they’re perfect or the smartest of us all is actually someone never cares enough to act.

And I don’t even mention that most of the time when a story is highly plot-driven of course characters’ good intentions always turn bad to serve the plot because that is a trope?????? In stories, there’s always a dynamic balance between characters and the plot and sometimes to benefit one the writer has to compromise the other a bit but as long as it isn’t overwhelmingly biased that is good writing. And to hate a character for a writing choice is really too hard for me to understand. It was like when I was a kid, and my friend claimed she hated Sherlock Holmes he was such an asshole, and I was curious and asked which story she read, and she told me oh that one with Arsene Lupin and I was like????? But it was a story written by Maurice Leblanc??? And it was natural that he wanted to show how good his own character was??? And if the plot was set like that and you judged a character’s value and personality by that one material??? But no, I failed to convince her because since writers wrote a certain character in a certain way then no matter who the writer was which purpose the plot was serving and which pov the story was written in, what was shown on papers must be the only truth.

Sorry back to the subject. Nathan’s reaction was relatable, and I love to see it as pure goodness in humanity. But that still didn’t make Finch a dick because on the spectrum between sensible and sentimental Finch was closer to the sensible end than Nathan. It only made them two different characters who were relatable in different ways. A thing they might consider to do at that time was to hand the irrelevant list to the police department. WELL BUT COULD THEY REALLY? The American government only wanted a machine to prevent another 911. And giving the list to anyone would harm the privacy dilemma discussed earlier.

Nathan decided to save people one at a time was a noble act. That still didn’t make the choice of deleting it cruel. We might donate our time and money to help a nearby neighborhood/location/country damaged in an earthquake, we probably won’t and can’t do it beyond a certain scale. We help the world by helping whom our road crossed with in our lives. That’s called being a kind person. That’s called a realistic way to improve the world to become better.

And there was no evidence in the show that showed Harold Finch didn’t give a fuck about people’s lives when their roads crossed. Back before the ferry accident, he tried to talk Nathan out of the thing he planned to do because it would get Nathan himself killed in the end. Although he didn’t approve, he went to meet Nathan to face the thing together because he cared and tried to help him. After then, also with his own character arc but really I don’t think his character changed to a totally opposite it was more like since he now chose this full time helping numbers life he allocated more time and energy into this field. He asked John and Shaw to bring Root with them so she’d not be killed. He confesses he built the machine so Collier would kill him and not someone else. He argued if it was necessary when John went to help Riley because John as a friend was closer to him than Riley who had just shot John at the moment. The fact that he wanted anyone harmed Grace to be killed was on the revenge topic so I won’t go into that here, but it still aligned to the traits we humans have, that we care about those who are friends/families/closer to us.

But really, time and time again in fanfictions we wrote about how in the heat of the moment John chose to protect Harold over someone else. Or time and time again people in the fandom adored shoot relationship saying how Root came to care about few people over the rest of humanity or saying how beautiful it was when Shaw avenged Root. Deleting the list was the same thing. It’s called priority and the only one doesn’t need to consider priority is God because they have no limitations and can be everywhere at the same time. Deleting the list didn’t equal to killing people. It meant those who might have died in another 911 would be saved. Before the Machine those killed in an attack and those victims on the irrelevant list would just all die. The Machine Finch and Nathan worked together to bring to the world, its aim was to save those would have been dead in an attack. That’s the meaning when he said “save everyone not someone.” And the priority here felt cruel wasn’t because the one who called the decision was evil. It was because he was not God and the fact humans have limitations IS CRUEL. Just like John couldn’t save Jessica when he was on the other side of the planet. Just like if you only got one shot you can only choose to save a person. Just like every character in the show had to choose between this and that. And we called it beautiful because while it showed limitations it also showed connections.

But somehow Harold Finch was not allowed. He was not allowed to be a human. He was not allowed to be a decent and reasonable person by considering “I really want to do something to help my country and people but given my ability and life plans/choices and resources I picked this specific project I wanted to devote to.” He was not allowed to make mistakes. He was not worthy of love and acceptance and forgiveness even when everything he did all had good and sensible reasons. We said that Harold had hubris issue and god-complex which I agree. But this specific kind of Harold-hate hates him because he was a human and he had to choose or he couldn’t finish the Machine in the first place was actually expecting him to be a god. He was expected to have no limitations. He was expected to save every single person on the planet if he did half way omg what a dick. He was expected to devote and lose everything if he even dared to do a thing to save people in the world. (Which he did, btw)

By hating Finch for being a limited human who just tried to do a thing to help his country which he also succeed was in fact giving his an un achievable standard. It rings so many bad memories like “if you can’t convince me that you also care about B C D E F or you fail to do A to 100% you’re such a lame activist you don’t really care about this world.”

And yes “everyone is relevant to someone.” I love this line, too. And I adore how the writer did the delicate “replacing and advancing the meaning behind a word to charge emotional effects” and probably they did it too well it seems people really believe that Harold Finch used to believe some people were “irrelevant” so apparently he was a dick and didn’t care about humanity, unlike Nathan. But No? Friendly reminder that the full sentence/context of “relevant and irrelevant lists” is actually “relevant and irrelevant to terrorist attacks”?????

And yes about the opening theme. I laughed at Harold after I knew it was him who separated the two lists and deleted one of them, too. The funny part is seeing how in the tv show writing and prompting process sometimes the writer will give something for them can tell/sell a story first but after a while, some things might conflict each other a bit. It’s like the writer might just put some hint as a foreshadow and if in the later episode there’s a chance to pick it up and develop then nice but if by some reason maybe the actor’s scheduled or there’s some plot change then the hint will remain an unexplained detail or even a tiny plot hole but as far as it’s tiny it’s fine. And the show introduced the whole world setting by introducing Finch who at first functioned as not only a character but also a device to tell us/the main character aka John everything the writer wanted us to know at the moment so we could enjoy the story. And when the story just began and there were only two main casts to make the fictional world work it was entirely workable to instead of giving us the simplified but informative enough opening they let Finch say “I build it and actually it was me who separated the lists because brah brah brah and it backfired and I wanted to live with that, so I need a partner.” In this way, the show would be so appealing.

Idk just... I don’t like a bunch of characters for so many different reasons, but I try to separate which ones are the character’s personalities and flaws and weaknesses and which ones are byproducts of a writing choice so that the plot will continue.

:(((

#rant #long post #harold finch #person of interest #my poi meta

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