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illycanary · 1 month

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What Aang’s Relationship With His Kids Tells Us About His Relationship With Katara

Bumi: “Oh, boo-hoo. Must've been real hard for you, flying around the world with dad, riding elephant-koi all day.”

Tenzin: “Oh, so that's what this is all about.”

Kya: “That's what it's always been about. You think you're some savior who has to carry on dad's legacy.”

Tenzin: “Who else is going to do it?”

Kya: “How about all of us?”

Bumi: “Yeah, we're Aang's kids too.”

The whole problem with this family is, Aang didn’t believe that.

Aang has a long, undeviating track record of never questioning anything he believes about the Air Nomads. Who the hell has a perfect and complete understanding of their society, government, international relations, education system, religion, morality, genetics, and reproduction at age 12? According to Aang? He does.

The entire lynchpin of Aang’s Book 3 arc is all about how Air Nomads are pacifists and cannot ever under any circumstances harm a life. (We’re going to ignore the body count Aang’s already wracked up over the first two seasons for the sake of preserving his feelings because those were soulless NPCs or something.)

And yet Aang never questions this…

Monk Gyatso’s bones surrounded by a pile of Fire Nation soldier bones. The picture doesn’t fit Aang’s image of Air Nomad peace and harmony, so he ignores it entirely. It NEVER comes up despite its overwhelming relevance to Aang’s internal conflict and the sorts of advice he seeks from authority figures in the third season (despite Monk Gyatso being the penultimate authority figure in Aang’s life).

Another thing Aang never questions?

There’s no such thing as a non-airbending Air Nomad. They’re just all born that spiritual. And spirituality is the golden key that unlocks bending. (Because Bryke said so.)

Despite Guru Pathik not being a bender. Despite the fact that Zhao, literal spirit murderer, is one. Despite Toph—the most un-spiritual, cynical, feet-on-the-ground-head-nowhere-near-the-clouds member of Aang’s friend group—being the most powerful bender of the lot. Despite Hama being a waterbender equal to none but Katara while completely cut off from her culture and turning her back on everything we believe about water bending’s inherent ties to community, connectedness, and love (Iroh’s words). Despite Azula mastering the god-tier lightning technique BECAUSE she’s practically dead inside and values life least of all things. Despite the fact that Princess Yue has the literal MOON SPIRIT THAT IS THE SOURCE OF ALL WATERBENDING living inside her, and yet she still somehow manages to not be a bender.

Despite the fact that Air Nomads roam all over the world, sewing their wilds oats throughout every nation, yet no airbending toddlers ever crop up in Fire Nation or Earth Kingdom preschools.

Despite the fact that non-monogamous societies where men have multiple partners father more children and boost the population faster than in societies that favor “attached” relationships, yet the all-airbending Air Nomads still somehow have the smallest population of any ethnic group in the world.

Despite the fact that Aang’s twin, Ty Lee, is RIGHT. THERE. with her unparalleled aura-seeing, chakra blocking spirituality and her GRAY EYES in a world where color coding is ~totally~ not a thing… *sigh*

But nope. Air Nomad parentage = airbending child. Always.

So when Katara births a child that is… not an airbender? Not any kind of bender at all, in fact. There’s only one logical conclusion (in Aang’s mind).

That is not Aang’s child.

Aang never had a problem traveling with non-airbenders before. He was non-exclusionary by nature. Katara and Toph and Zuko were welcome. Sokka and Suki were welcome. The more, the merrier, in fact. Because Aang loves nothing as much as he loves an adoring audience.

Yet Bumi never travelled with Aang.

Bumi’s as old in this picture as Aang was in the first series. He had an entire decade in which he should have been the most important thing in his parents’ lives. His personality was already more or less formed (not completed, but the groundwork was laid) by the time Tenzin came along. Bumi’s inferiority issues began long before there were any airbending children around to siphon Aang’s attention for training purposes.

Aang and Katara didn’t have another child until Bumi was on the verge of adolescence because Aang was convinced that Katara cheated. And I’m guessing it took Mr. “Let Your Anger Out, And Then Let It Go” about ten years to forgive his wife and give her the chance to get it right. (Which is at least four years longer than he gave her to forgive her mother’s murderer, in case you forgot.)

Acolyte: “Sorry, I thought you were the servants.”

Bumi: “We’re Tenzin’s brother and sister!”

Acolyte: “Avatar Aang had other children? The world is filled with more airbenders?!”

Kya: “We’re not airbenders.”

Acolyte: “Oh… I’m so sorry.”

The Air Acolytes—whose whole identity, purpose, lifestyle, and religion center around every detail of this man's life and beliefs—didn't know Aang had more than one child.

The best case scenario here is that Aang simply pretended his older children didn’t exist because he was ashamed of them and made Katara keep them shut away at all times.

And maybe that could have worked… If Aang and Katara had ever had any privacy in their relationship. But they didn’t.

The Air Acolytes have been following Aang and Katara since the comics. They’ve been there at every step of Aang and Katara’s life together. Observing. Fangirling. Emulating. Diefying. Looking for weaknesses in the relationship because Katara was only his “first girlfriend.”

Yet, somehow, they didn’t know Aang had three children.

I can’t imagine a way for them not to know unless Aang actively told people, “Those aren’t my kids,” and let Katara bear the shame and stigma of having the world believe she was unfaithful.

All because Aang couldn't entertain the idea that he was wrong about some facet of a society he never understood clearly.

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #atla meta #anti kataang

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y-rhywbeth2 · 5 months

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I know we sickos all love the tragic memory of Durge killing their parents as a child, but honestly - as a lover of interpreting Durge as a tragic eldricht horror cuckoo/changeling creature - my favourite memory is baby Durge playing tag with the other children in a "time before Bhaal".

They're being gentle with their friends, but the narration explicitly describes them as hunting and compares them to a predator. If Durge pities their child self the narration just goes: "Mayhaps that child was already a murderer." "Oh, sorry, did you think this was a happy memory?" asks the game before it points and laughs at your naivete.

You pair that with the little cuckoo killing their foster parents and it's very much like somebody took in a baby predator. Sure, it hasn't grown into its claws and aggression but then we reach the starting point of puberty and suddenly the once cuddly baby is a danger to everyone around it.

Oh, except that apparently there's a chance that Durge was already killing things as a baby!

We know they were aware of Sceleritas following them around when they were young, occasionally talking to them as he does in the dead family memory - even if he hadn't presented himself yet. Even if he doesn't always speak, did Durge grow up seeing him out of the corner of their eye?

The fun thing about Durge is that we get to make our own character out of the scraps we're given, so all of it is up to us to decide for our own characters/playthroughs.

I interpret Durge as being like the Bhaalspawn we meet in Throne of Bhaal, Gavid, and the 3.5e tieflings - they've always known they were different. Always had dark urges and whispers in their mind, coming from the essence in their blood.

Kids have accidents around them, pets go missing. Maybe they have black outs, maybe they're aware but can't stop (small children aren't exactly masters of impulse control). We know from a later memory that Durge feels self-hatred regarding their urges, so presumably they learnt enough to know this is wrong and feel guilt. Do they still feel pain and nausea if they resist? I'm going to assume for my own take that since they got the Urge back then, they did.

I wonder if their family ever took them to wizards and clerics, trying to find out if their child was cursed?

Then that family dies. Violently. Graphically. Another tragic accident taking place around the twitchy weird kid who sees monsters and hears voices.

If you play paladin then the Oathbreaker Knight tells you that you've broken your oath multiple times, so I assume that these disasters didn't stop happening.

And judging from the fact that they showed uncharacteristic compassion to a homeless person at the peak of their "I'm such an evil bastard villains like Elder Brains and the God of Tyranny are impressed" era, I think that Durge ended up homeless themselves at some point between losing their parents and joining the temple (I'm also pretty sure that's the period of their life the cannibalism memory happened in).

And then they "came of age" (I recall the age of majority being 15 in the Realms at some point, but can't find that anywhere so don't take my word for it) and Sceleritas introduces himself, and it's time for a family history lesson that explains everything and Orin gets a sibling she absolutely never wanted, ever - put that thing back in the ditch it came from, so help me.

#this is “still not shutting up about Durge” hours #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #durge #the dark urge #long post

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theivorybilledwoodpecker · 2 years

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Today is the first day of Native American Heritage month. And in a little over a week, the SCOTUS is going to hear argument for and against the Indian Child Welfare act. ICWA was passed to stop the cultural genocide of Native American and Alaska Natives.

For hundreds of years, white people tried to destroy Native American and Alaska Native culture. What led to ICWA was a period of time from the 1800s until 1978. Native American, Native Hawaiian, and Alaska Native children were taken from their families and forced into residential skills. Parents who refused could face imprisonment or lose their other kids. There are accounts of tribes hiding their children on days they knew government representatives were coming...so when the govenment caught on, they started unannounced visits. In addition, children would be taken from their families and adopted out to white families.

In schools, children were punished for speaking their own languages. They were forced to dress in anglicized clothes and have anglicized hair cuts. They were physically, emotionally, and sometimes sexually abused. Some died of malnutrition. Some were murdered. And others survived but were traumatized.

For those adopted, experiences differed based on the family, but they were still forcibly assimilated into white culture and still experienced that trauma. Some never saw their birth families again.

ICWA was created to stop this. It allows Native Americans and Alaska Natives to control the foster care and adoption placement of tribal children. Now, it's being challenged.

There are a few white families who say it's racist to not let them adopt Native American and Alaska Native children, and they have taken the case to the same SCOTUS that defied the Constitution and years of precedent by saying tribal land was a territory of the state and that states could charge some cases for crimes committed on tribal land.

So a few things:

This cultural genocide did not happen a long time ago. ICWA was passed less than 50 years ago. There are boarding school survivors and adoption survivors today who are watching this and speaking out against this. Earlier this year, the Department of the Interior found 50 unmarked grave sites at former residential schools. Grave sites, not graves themselves. Each individual site would contain multiple graves. Unmarked. Children who were kidnapped, died, and were buried without a name. And some people think that white people are entitled to adopt Native American and Alaska Native children and that tribes should just move on and trust the government.

The trauma children who were forcibly assimilated faced is well-documented. They grew up not knowing their family or their culture. They are desperate to stop other children from going through that.

Native Americans and Alaska Natives have sovereignty. This is recognized in the Constitution, through the fact treaties were signed with tribes, and through years of judicial precedent. The idea that the SCOTUS decided to hear this case instead of letting the decisions of lower courts stand is alarming. Sovereignty means that Native Americans and Alaska Natives have the right to self-governance and self-determination. They are regarded similarly to a separate country. If the U.S. decided to tell England to hand over its children to be placed with American families, it would be seen as a joke at best and a declaration of war at worst. Because one country cannot just barge in and control another country's government on peaceful terms. But if ICWA is overturned, the SCOTUS will be saying that sovereign nations have no right to control the foster care and adoption placement of their citizens.

So what can you do? Spread awareness of this. Post about it on social media. Write to your representatives. Don't let this case slip from your mind. And if there are protests in your area, join them.

You can ask your state's Native American and Alaska Native tribes what you can do to help. If, like me, you live in a state with no recognized tribe, look into cultural centers run by unrecognized tribes. Or donate to organizations like the Native American Rights Fund.

#ICWA #Indigenous people #indian child welfare act #Native Americans #Alaska Natives

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insufferableprotagonistpoll · 12 days

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Propaganda why Aang is insufferable:

He has some very bad ideas that the narrative never explores and gets rewarded by the narrative for bad behavior.

Mostly just the way he deals with his crush on Katara and kind of forces it on her. It’s honestly really shitty because she never truly reciprocated his feelings and had plenty of moments where she shows she’s just trying not to hurt his feelings with a straight up rejection, but ends up with him in the end just because that’s what he wanted.

Like we know what it looks like when Katara actually has a crush on someone, she wouldn’t let the situation like the war affect how she feels about demonstrating those feelings when she’s so in touch with them. Like how she was with Jet and Haru. I just wish the writing team did a better job of showing Katara developing feelings for Aang way better than they did lol.

Made a series that was otherwise reasonably tolerable impossible to watch. I hate that all the jokes written for his character target 8-year-olds exclusively. Also his little TV show keeps appearing on my dash no matter how many words I block and I hate it

Propaganda why Gregory is insufferable:

This boy is so poorly written, it hurts. In the gameplay, he just acts annoyed and pissed off the whole time. Then, in the endings, he becomes a whole other character who acts scared and sad, which does not match the previous hours of gameplay AT ALL

But that just annoyed me

What really made me hate him was the GGY and Robot Gregory stuff, because OH NO, Gregory could not just be a normal kid who got into this situation by chance, he has to be a robotic recreation of the Crying Child, despite not acting one bit like CC, or, according to the GGY story in the books, he's responsible for multiple murders and is Afton's/the Mimic's apprentice.

Just let this kid be fucking normal!

(Also, unlike a lot of people, I really enjoy what the Ruin DLC did to his character. And don't try to say that's still the mimic, the mimic recycles dialog from the main game. This Gregory uses completely unique dialog, and unless the mimic was able to form new words in his voice all of a sudden, that's still him. He had to make a tough decision, one life or over hundreds and I can respect that)

Suffers from being made into another one of Matpat's ""is actually a robot theory"". It is annoying as hell, especially if its canon. We do not need robot children theories in a game about possession, child murder and serial killers. Especially not dumb theories about him being a 'recreation' of someone with a completely different personality. It has completely ruined any enjoyment I had in that character because we're just going back to the Afton family again

Someone made a good point about how his personality seems to be reminiscent of a certain trend where a video game protagonist has to be snarky even though it would’ve worked better for the horror atmosphere if he was more scared because it would’ve made the player feel his fear. I recall people being surprised about his personality and expecting him to be more scared, and I assume the developers were just afraid of ppl calling Gregory “whiny”, but it still feels like a missed opportunity

#aang #avatar the last airbender #atla #fnaf gregory #fnaf security breach #five nights at freddy's #insufferable protagonist poll #insufferable protagonist tournament #tournament poll

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th3-c0rps3-r0gu3 · 8 months

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Shadows.

Chapter one.

pairings: Natasha X Wanda, Natasha X umbrakinetic child!reader, Wanda X umbrakinetic child!reader, Avengers X umbrakinetic child!reader.

Warnings: swearing. That's it I think lmk if there's more.

Summary: Natasha and Wanda are used to the dark. But what happens when the dark isn't what they thought it was.

Umbrakinetic: the ability to move, manipulate,summon or control shadows or the absence of light. Can move through shadows or turn entire being into shadow.

3rd person.

Natasha woke up before Wanda which was unusual as her wife was always up before her and making breakfast. However Natasha often prefered when she woke up first. She enjoyed watching her wife sleep serenely. It was comforting and Wanda always looked absolutely adorable when she was asleep. However Natasha had things to do this morning and that started with a run. Natasha's days always started with a run no matter what.

The wind was cold against Natasha's skin as she jogged down the familiar streets. She ran her usual run. Natasha was a woman of rutiene and she liked it that way. If Natasha established a habit then that habit stuck. Unless it was Wanda. And today it was Wanda. Wanda was a woman who was proud to say that her and rutiene didn't belong in the same sentence unless it was with cooking. And Wanda being Wanda she had begged Natasha to try something new. Something different. And so now Natasha stood outside a small bookshop.

The bookshop had been a place Natasha had breezed by on her runs multiple times. However she hadn't taken the time to notice it properly. It was a rather wild bookshop. There was no order to it. There were murals on the walls of wizards fighting witches or dragons and knights in shining armour saving princesses. The bookshelves looked to be made of a dark oak wood and had intricate carvings detailed in them. And this was what Natasha saw through a window. And so deciding this is exactly what Wanda had meant Natasha entered the bookshop.

The smell of old and new books filled Natasha's sinuses. Somehow the whole store looked much more magical than it had outside the window. A kind looking woman in her mid 30s looked up behind a counter and smiled at natasha.

"hello there what can I do for ya?"

The first thing Natasha noticed was she had a thick Australian accent.

"Nothing in just looking around."

Natasha responded politely.

The woman simply nodded and smiled at her. There was only one other person in the store at the moment. A rather battered looking teen. Either 14 or 15 years old. However Natasha seemed to stare at the odd looking child. She had skin so pale one would think it white and hair blacker than the colour itself. But what intrigued Natasha most was the girls eyes. They were a pale grey blue but they almost seemed clear. Like coloured glass. The teen seemed to sense Natasha looking at her and looked up and straight at Natasha before shrinking into the bean bag she was in and burying herself back into the book she had in her hands. Her hands were another curious thing. They had black leather gloves on them. Looking away quickly Natasha moved to look at the shelves. She quickly managed to find the fantasy section and tries to find one Wanda might enjoy.

After a while Natasha has found 3 books. A fantasy one called six of crows by Leigh bardugo. A murder mystery book called a good girls guide to murder by holly Jackson and another fantasy book called the witch collector by Charissa weaks. Natasha held the books and walked over to the counter. The Australian woman looked up from the book she was reading herself and took Nats.

"these be all then?"

She asked while scanning the books.

"yeah."

Natasha glanced back at the teen in the beanbag behind her. She couldnt help it. Her appearance was so peculiar.

"if its not rude who's the teen?"

Natasha asked looking back at the woman.

"that's y/n. And if you dare say she looks freaky I will not hesitate to hurt you. Poor kids been through enough."

Natasha raised her eyebrow.

"what do you mean?"

"She's been living in the streets since she was 8 years old. And she refuses to talk about before that so one can only assume the worst."

The woman responded handing Natasha back her books. Natasha glanced back at the teen. The girl had looked rough before and now Natasha knew why. Concerned Natasha turned back to the Australian woman.

"So where does she stay?"

The Aussie womans eyes fluttered over to y/n before she sighed.

"she mostly sleeps where ever she can that's sheltered. I don't know about food though. I let her stay here and read even after the stores closed but she helps with inventory to compensate for it."

Natasha nodded.

"do you think if I offered her a home she'd except?"

The womans face saddened.

"I doubt it. I offered her the spare room to my own apartment but she refused. Said staying extra at the shop was enough. You can try though."

"I will. Thanks for the books... uhm"

"Sandra. My name is Sandra."

"thanks Sandra"

Now filled with determination Natasha took the books and walked over to the teen and sat down in the opposite beanbag. Seeing her the teen hid behind her book again.

"hello there."

Natasha said softly trying not to scare the kid. Y/n just looked at Natasha obviously trying to figure out why she was talking to her.

"hello"

Y/n responded quietly. Natasha figured she would be shy. She glanced down to the book in y/ns hands.

"what book are you reading?"

Y/n searched Natasha's face again before responding slowly and even quieter than before.

"Two can keep a secret by Karen m McManus."

Natasha nodded.

"So what brings you to be reading at a bookstore instead of a library?"

Y/n looked down at her book.

"I'm not aloud in the library."

She murmurs. This makes Natasha frown. The library is supposed to be for everyone.

"y'know your a bit young to be out in your own."

Natasha said. It was obvious small talk to build up to offering a home wasn't gonna work with the kid so Natasha decided to get to the point. Y/n frowns at Natashas words.

"I'm 15."

She said somewhat defensively.

"still young. A kid like you shouldn't be in the streets. I may not know you but I'm sure you know me."

"your the black widow..."

Y/n said softly.

"mhm. And I know that whatever you've gone through is probably shit. There's space at the tower for you to stay."

Y/n seemed shocked and her head shot up and she stared at natasha.

"I can't stay with you... your a superhero and I'm a freak..."

Natasha frowned at her words.

"I'm not gonna force you to come with me but I am going to tell you that whoever called you a freak has made a major misconception. But the offer still stands. I'll come back here tomorrow at 10 am."

Natasha said. Y/n just seemed more shocked before she gently nodded. Natasha stood up and glanced one last time at y/n before leaving the bookshop.

As Natasha walked back to the tower the realisation of what she had done hit. She had just offered a homeless teen a place to stay and now she needed to convince the others to let her keep that offer up. This was not going to be easy.

A/n: and that's the end of the first chapter. Lmk if you want this to continue though I'll finish it anyway because ideas are spinning through my head rn.

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outletcrash · 18 days

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My poison ivy! I'm extremely proud of this. backstory under the cut :)

its been in the back of my head that ivy is indian since forever. i literally have no clue why its just There. she's tamil specifically, because i have favoritism regarding the script its written with.. it tickles my brain...

anyways heres my Poison Ivy: Origins comic i made last night in like 3 hours.

(theres a section here on her early life and the backstory of her parents that im still workshopping. basically she was a bastard child that only her mom supported and they left for gotham)

Bhavani got a job as an accountant for a law firm on recommendation from an uncle who had a company that worked in Gotham (he was kinder to the pair). She was always gifted in math. Bhavani raised her daughter the best way she knew how, even without the support of her family.

Pamela (now nicknamed Ivy due to multiple kids misreading her last name as Ivy. And she was very nature-focused even as a kid, digging in the dirt and identifying different kinds of trees using books she got at the Gotham Library with her mother) excelled in school, surpassing most of her peers. The pursuit of knowledge was the one thing she enjoyed. Her classmates were sticky and loud and irritating, and when she wasn’t ignoring them she was tying their shoelaces together as revenge for talking too loud during quiet time. She managed to make just enough casual friends to not worry her mother too deeply, but this was the start of a downward spiral.

She lost friends, and not many could take on the effort of befriending her. She lost herself in biology, the study of life. Especially plants and conservation. Plants were just so… simple, compared to human society. But their structures and functions and genetics were fascinating. She skipped grades to take higher-level classes on genetics. Her grades were phenomenal but her social skills were extremely underdeveloped. Not like Ivy cared. Humans were a plague on this earth, pumping the atmosphere with CO2 and poisoning rivers and cutting down forests. In her mind, they did nothing but harm the serenity of nature she so cherished.

After graduating with a PHD and doctorate, she got a job as a genetic engineer. She studied alternative ways to help regrow ecosystems after deforestation. Her Gotham University coworkers were wary around Ivy. She was a woman none of them knew anything about, who would say ecoterrorist-aligned comments offhandedly the few times she ever spoke.

Ivy was working on a genetically engineered plant on the day of the accident. It was designed to nurture plant species by sending chemical signals, and it took in energy through waste products left by deforestation and manufacturing. At least, in theory.

Ivy was working all alone in the lab at 2am. She hadn’t slept for hours, she was so close to her breakthrough. She was so close to making those billionaire bastards pay for what they did to the earth. She wasn’t wearing proper safety equipment nor using proper containment procedures during the incident. And as such, she was infected. The plant didn’t just take in waste material, it took in living flesh. Ivy’s cells were transformed in a gruesome fashion, her entire genetic code was re-written as it spread through her body. Her skin was green and her lab coat was bloody. Her newly-red hair flowed behind her as she escaped the lab, running through university grounds. Each footstep brought grass and dandelions cracking through the concrete in full bloom. Trees and grass grew to get closer to her, reaching for her.

Ivys powers were completely out of control. She was crying and hyperventilating as her mind was warped. It had given her a need for flesh. When she made it to Robinson park, she couldn’t overcome the primal instinct. Plants still crawling at her ankles, and she killed a squirrel with her bare hands and ate it raw. This only fueled her fractured mind to want more. Ivy's first ever murder was a pedestrian, who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. He tried to flee when he saw a bloody green woman with a squirrel carcass in her mouth, but it was to no avail. He was strangled to death with poison ivy vines, and eaten.

Finally, the primal instinct was satiated. Ivy escaped to a warehouse in the industrial district of Old Gotham. She tended to her injuries as best she could, soon discovering she had healing abilities. The injuries from her being torn apart had already mostly healed. She slept on an old couch, dreaming about what she could use these powers for.

When the news broke on the mysterious and grisly death of a random pedestrian, the media was all over it. Since he was killed by poison ivy, and from security footage the culprit was seemingly a woman, the media dubbed her Poison Ivy. Many believed it wasn’t possible, and that the footage was faked, but the GCPD was stumped.

Batman looked through the footage and, by process of elimination (matching the appearances of the scientists who had access to the laboratory, keycard scanners throughout that day and evening, as well as their known affiliations and potential criminal history. Two of them did deal weed but it was nonviolent and they didn’t match the woman in the tapes.)

Dr. Pamela Iyer was the clear suspect. She matched the woman's appearance (besides the green skin and hair, she was a tall woman with long straight hair and a flat nose.) Batman interviewed her coworkers and found she had a history of being antisocial with eco terrorist beliefs. None of them knew where she lived, however. And when the bat interviewed her mother (the only person her coworkers had ever heard her speak to in a positive light) she was very concerned. Suspicious of Batman, clearly, but worried for her precious daughter's well being. She said that Pamela had always loved being near nature, and that she didn’t care for the quality of structure she had to stay in. But other than that, her mother couldn't help. She does bring out the intimidating motherly stare at Batman, making him promise to bring her daughter home safely.

From here, Batman goes on a search. He prowls rooftops and streets and uses the grappling hook for fast travel. All while monitoring city-wide security cameras (thanks Alfred!) and paying attention to police radio. He stops muggings and thefts and helps get a cat out of a tree as he scans Old Gotham.

He came to the conclusion Poison Ivy must be in Old Gotham due to damage on the Robinson Park Bridge, connecting Somerset with the southern island. The damage matched with what had been seen on the sidewalks and streets near the University and the scene of the crime. Dandelions and crabgrass taking the shape of human footprints, cracking through concrete. Batman notices some trees down a certain alleyway in the east streets are warped inwards. Very similar to the trees in the park and university. He follows the unusual growth pattern of the trees, like they were hands outstretching to reach a light source.

There, he finds an old warehouse. He scales the building with a grappling hook, not wanting to be ambushed on the lower levels if he enters on the boarded up front door. Entering through an old broken skylight, he finds what must've been a long abandoned drug dealer hideout covered in fresh blood. Very, very carefully, he examines the scene. But there's nobody there. She just got away, her blood on the rotting old sofa is still warm. He also notes three strands of long red hair, which he places in crime scene baggies for DNA analysis.

His current theory is that the doctor was mutated by her own research. He read her notes and the plant she was experimenting with was extremely dangerous. And the security footage (before it cut out during what he believes was the time of the accident) showed her using improper safety equipment.

He’s on patrol for hours, but can’t find any sign of her.

That night, Bruce synthesizes a pesticide-like chemical that could prevent Ivy's powers. However, he talks to Alfred about how the plant would adapt to it almost like a bacteria, and that it might not be effective more than once.

The next morning Bruce Wayne is scheduled for a charity event. Many rich people are there tied to a business venture Wayne was not aware of. The event was for funding for healthcare systems in Gotham. Little does he know, this is the exact place Ivy plans to attack. She’s hated the rich for years and many politicians and businessmen that support an amazon rainforest deforestation project are there.

She interrupts their little charity event at a historical building in the financial district of old gotham with a surprise. Ivy broke into one of her old greenhouses at the university, taking small samples of extremely poisonous amazon rainforest plants with her. This happened quickly and silently while Bruce was still at the function.

Ivy crashed through the large art-nouveau stained glass windows, supported by giant vines. She is lifted down the staircase like she was floating, more vines and deadly plants crawling in from the giant hole in the glass, moonlight from the full moon peeking through the clouds and illuminating her entrance. London Planetrees from around the building grow in front of doors, sealing all the possible exits.

All of the rich and fancy people in dresses and suits meandering around the building are screaming and trying to run, which is when a mad-with-power Ivy releases her plants.

They grow to gargantuan sizes in moments, releasing toxic spores and fumes and burning people's skin. Ivy finds the most heinous offenders of the rainforest bill and feeds them deadly plants by hand, graphic symptoms ensue.

In the pandemonium, Bruce pulls out some tree facts about the flammability of a certain species, managing to throw a fire source directly at it as a diversion before escaping through a vent in the opposite wing of the hall. Alfred is already outside with the Batsuit, he brought it as soon as he learned of the attack.

Bruce suits up and re-enters. It's a grueling and difficult battle, the most difficult he has fought so far. He manages to spray Ivy with the chemical, and she goes down, all the plants in the hall going still. The excessive toxic fumes suddenly go back to normal levels. Bruce uses an extremely strong tranquilizer on her, she’s still fighting to get up. Finally, Ivy is defeated.

Almost the whole charity gathering was injured in the attack with seven people dead and immense damage done to the structure of the historical hall.

Ivy’s powers are sedated and she’s taken into police custody, where she is deemed insane. Half of the insanity conviction was her actual insanity and the other half was that Arkham is the only facility capable of holding her, especially since it’s located on an island. Batman agrees with Jim Gordon on this comment.

Ivy didn’t say anything during her trial, silently glaring with little remorse. The physician diagnosed her with ASPD (which wasn’t right but it's on her legal documents.)

The comic ends with Ivy in Arkham, talking about the rich swine tearing apart the world, and how she finally has the power to stop them. How she can feel the mutation inside of her slowly winning against the sedative drugs, adapting and consuming the chemical to turn it into energy as it was designed to do. How she will return the world to ecologic harmony, with her own hands. It ends with her in the Arkham cafeteria, staring at a mysterious blonde prisoner a few tables across…

the writing isn't like, a fanfiction. its a guideline for a comic in a series of origins comics im planning. do not get your hopes up these'll be done in like, 10-20 years at my current speed. i have a scarecrow and riddler outline in the works, and plans for a batman, joker, harley quinn and probably a penguin comic eventually. and more villians. once i'm done with all the origins comics i'll be doing like, a regular batman series. just for fun yknow.

#poison ivy #pamela isley #the blonde woman was harley this is 100% a harlivy endgame universe #dc fanart #gotham rouges #harlivy #dc #poison ivy fanart #this plant creature and this gay girl wanna FUCK #ivys the type of fucked up fool to get gender euphoria from being called a critter. an organism even #just like me fr....#harley steals blood donor bags from local hospitals on ivys birthday its like cannibal wine tasting #ivys a cannibal she has to eat raw meat but she doesnt have to eat human meat #its like 2 birds with one stone to her yknow #outletverse

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heart-of-the-morningstar · 6 months

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In Defense of the FNAF Movie…

I was thinking about the FNAF Movie again today and I wanted to go on a little tangent if that's alright with y'all lol.

I know most fans enjoyed the movie, which is great! But I did see some fans, especially some OG fans, who did not like the movie at all, saying it didn't take itself seriously enough, it was too campy, it wasn't scary enough, and it didn’t follow the lore. I can understand those criticisms to an extent. But as an OG fan myself, I think the movie captured the tone of FNAF perfectly.

FNAF at its core, is silly. The concept of kid-friendly animatronic characters that are mascots for a Chuck E Cheese type restaurant being possessed is a ridiculous concept. Granted, how they became possessed is where the horror of the franchise comes into play. FNAF was never all campy or all horror, it was always a mix of both, even in the first few games, just based on the concept alone.

I think too many people expected it to be really scary, but I believe that was the wrong perspective. There were jumpscares in the games, yeah, but I think the most prominent emotion from the early games would elicit dread, not horror. I went into the movie knowing it would be campy and goofy, but I also knew there would be some horror aspects. BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT FNAF IS!

I think if the movie took itself too seriously, no one else would, because fans know it’s not an overall serious franchise. This is the same franchise that brought in Exotic Butters and MPreg in one of their books! That’s not to say that there aren’t serious subjects in the game; a serial killer, multiple child murders, grusome deaths, loss of family members; the game is not all sunshine and rainbows.

But what I think FNAF does as a whole is mix those horror aspects with its campiness really well. You can’t have one without the other in this series. And that’s what I think the movie did a great job with. I don’t think I would have enjoyed it as much if it was too serious or if it relied on humor alone. Don’t get me wrong, this was not a perfect movie, there were definitely things that needed improvements. But I don’t think the tone was one of them.

At first I was a little disappointed that the movie wouldn’t be rated R, but now I can appreciate why they stuck to PG-13 instead. FNAF has never been bloody or gory, any deaths that would occur in the franchise would be off-screen or portrayed in the 8-bit mini games. I think the only time we see blood is during the springlock failure in FNAF 3, and again, it was 8-bit blood. Most of the horror is left up to the imagination of the viewer, which in my opinion, is a lot scarier than just outright showing you what happened. Fear of the unknown is extremely powerful.

The last point I wanna bring up is the fact some people do not like the deviation from the game’s lore. Need I remind you, this is not the first time the franchise has done this. The books have their own separate lore! Some of it lines up with the games, a lot of it doesn’t. But what all of these continuities have are animatronics who are possessed by children who were murdered by William Afton; that is the core story of FNAF no matter if you’re playing the games, reading the books, or watching the movie. They each take their own liberties in telling different versions of the story, but they all revolve around the same main focus. In my opinion, I think it would have been a little boring to see the movie play out one for one like the games, especially considering how confusing and convoluted the game lore is!I’m curious as to where they will go in future movies!

I can see why general audiences and critics would not like this movie, because they wouldn’t understand the tone that it was going for. They wouldn’t get the references or the story beats that the fans would. But it wasn’t really made for them, which is fine! I think the movie we got was really great, not a masterpiece, but just a really good adaption of what FNAF is: a campy horror game. And I’m looking forward to see where they take it next!

Also, if I hear one more person complain about the “Building a Fort” scene in the movie, I will gnaw your arm off. I’m happy we actually got to see the ghost children ACTING LIKE GOD DAMN CHILDREN!

#fnaf #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddy’s movie #in defense of fnaf #tangents #ramblings #I hope I got my point across #I’m almost 28 now #I was 18 when the series came out #I’d like to think I have a pretty good understanding of the series as a whole #I’d like to hear your thoughts tho #but please be respectful!

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puhpandas · 8 months

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Tony Becker vs. a Panic Attack

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Gregory helps Tony with a bully, but has a panic attack in the process. Tony helps him through it as much as hes able. (!!!warnings: a panic attack, a fistfight, implied/referenced past child abuse, pepper spray mention)

Tony had just been trying to get through the school day.

Usually, bullies leave them alone. Tony and Ellis and Gregory. It's not that they're immune, just that they're pretty much invisible. They're more ignored than ridiculed.

But of course, they've had their share of targetting. Enough to recognize which day is gonna be an eventful one, where the bullies decide to pick on them that day for whatever reason.

This is one of those days. Mitch Watterson is one of the more bigger, bulky kids in class. Not much of an airhead, but more just overconfident in himself because he grew up being feared by others.

At least that's what Tony thinks. He likes to do that. To try to understand why some people are the way they are. Its interesting to delve into what events could lead up to the person they are today.

Mitch has been eyeing him all day. First it started with mean stares, then turned into tossing paper balls at his head in class, until it eventually evolved into Mitch throwing taunts at his back.

Tony knew this was coming all day, which is why it isnt suprising when Mitch corners him at his locker, when school is minutes away from being let out for the weekend.

"How many did your dad kill again?" Mitch sneers at him when Tony hadn't reacted the way he wants so far. He'd been targeting basically the one thing Mitch knows about him that's a sore spot; his Dad. So far, it's taken everything in Tony to not spew what he thinks are facts at him, just to defend his Dad.

"Enough to get caught." Mitch grins at him, a glint in his eye that only gets more prominent when Tony finally reacts.

Tony furrows his brows so hard they hurt. He frowns as he says "He didnt kill anybody. It was just a felony--"

"It was just a felony." Mitch interrupts, his voice high in pitch to mock Tony's. "Heh. Why are you defending him, are you like him? You gonna kill me, too? Are you planning my murder right now?"

Tony grits his teeth as he slams his locker door shut, but he stays silent. He knows Mitch doesnt know what hes talking about, just saying things that may be hurtful, even if they dont make any sense. He really wants to hit Mitch right now, but he knows hes pretty average for his size while Mitch is big and beefy. He would be starting a fight he couldnt win.

Mitch doesnt seem to have the same restrictions, though. When Tony doesnt respond, he let's out a mean cackle and begins to step towards Tony menacingly.

"Maybe I should snuff you out before you can begin." He says, a mean smile on his face as he boxes Tony in. "You're the son of a criminal, and apples never fall far from the tree."

Tony knows that isnt what Mitch really cares about, hes just spewing bullcrap to rile up Tony before he beats him up. All Tony can do is back away to keep distance between him and Mitch, and he hisses under his breath when his back hits a wall.

Mitch cackles at the display, and Tony feels panic grip his chest. Mitch has Tony right where he wants him, and if he doesnt do something soon, Mitchs fists are soon gonna start flying.

Tony wracks his brain for a plan, or even just an idea on how to get out of this, and right as he begins to form a short half-hazardous plan, a figure steps in between him and Mitch.

If the blue shirt and spiky hair isnt indication enough, the fact that he can still see Mitch over the figures head definitely is.

Tony feels his heart drop when Gregory stands between him and Mitch, posture straightened and chest puffed out. Tony can only imagine the hatred and disgust twisted on Gregorys face right now, but he has no doubt it's there. It's an expression hes seen on his face multiple times when they witness bullying.

Tony freezes, not knowing what to do. He'd thought Gregory already left for the day. Mitch stops in his tracks too, looking at Gregory almost curiously. Sure, Gregory has a reputation in school for being tough and not someone you should mess with, but picking a fight with the biggest, meanest boy in class?

Tony cant see a scenario where this ends well.

Mitch seems to recover from the initial surprise quickly, and it's not long before an evil grin spreads across his face, and he laughs. "Well, well, well. Look who decided to step in."

Despite Mitch continuing to step forward, almost circling them, Gregory doesnt falter, and all he does is match Mitchs pace with a glint in his eye.

"Decided to help your little boyfriend?" Mitch sneers, a disgusted look on his face. "Cute. But stupid. You're no match for me, you know that, right?"

Gregory shakes his head. "There are things that matter more than brute strength." He says, and latently reaches for a pocket in his bag.

Tony thinks this is one of those times where Gregory says something super deep, that Tony cant get out of his head after he hears it, but Gregory doesnt continue that sentiment with something smart, all he says is,

"Plus, I hate bullies."

It's only then that Tony can see Mitchs eyes flick for just a moment, so fast he almost missed it, but Mitch looking directly at where Gregory was reaching and then back at him is too much to ignore.

Tony's eyes blow wide, and he reaches out. "Gregory, watch ou--!"

Mitch is on Gregory before he can finish. He dives at him, almost snarling as he goes to grab Gregory's arm. Gregory startles, moving his arm away from his pocket to use Mitchs momentum against him.

If theres one thing about Mitch, it's that hes painfully predictable. Before Mitch can grab ahold of Gregory's arm, Gregory thrusts his fist directly into Mitchs gut.

Mitch keels over, stopping in his tracks to hunch over. Kids in the hallway begin to stop and watch, murmuring travelling through the hall. Before Gregory can make another move, Mitch has recovered.

"Nice try," Mitch grits out, standing back up to full height, and Tony feels his breath get caught in his throat when Gregory doesnt move to get away. "but you'll have to do more than that to--"

Before Mitch can finish, Gregory's smashing his shoe into Mitchs knee.

At this point, a crowd has begun to form, and Tony can hear some kids ooooh at the blow.

Mitch folds, left supporting himself on his knee as his other one collapses under himself. He let's out some sort of garbled shriek, and Tony cant help the laugh that bursts out of him.

Gregory uses this opportunity to reach for his pocket again, for what is unknown to Tony, but Mitch notices, and when it processes, his eyes blow wide.

In a way that couldnt be predicted, Mitch somehow recovers prematurely, using newfound sudden strength to get to his feet and lunge at Gregory. Gregory doesnt even have time to try to dodge the attack, and he makes a suprised noise when Mitch grabs his shirt, tossing him against the lockers and keeping him there with a forearm pushed against his chest.

Gregory struggles, but his arms are trapped beneath Mitchs, and he isnt letting up anytime soon. Theres a pinch in Gregory's brow, and Tony is faintly aware of himself leaving the safety of the wall to take a step towards them, worried for Gregory, even though he cant do much to help.

Mitch pants, looking enraged. Gregory squirms under his weight, and he grits his teeth.

Mitchs free arm winds back. A punch is Tony's first guess, but the way hes positioned his hand, its not to punch Gregory, no. That's easy to recognize. For some unknown reason, instead, Mitch is winding his arm to backhand Gregory.

Tony almost freezes at the shock, movement staggering, but he catches a glimpse of Gregory's eyes from behind Mitchs bulky frame.

They're staring at Mitch, no his arm, reared back above Gregorys head and trembling with unfiltered rage.

Gregorys eyes, shockingly, are swimming with pure, unadulterated terror.

Tony has never seen Gregory look this way before. Gregory is looking at Mitch like hes winding up to kill him.

Mitch takes a deep breath, arm shaking with barely held back restraint. "This'll teach you not to mess with me--"

He readies his arm to strike, and Gregory flinches and squeezes his eyes shut, trembling badly. Tony thinks this is one of the moments where Gregory looks like a little kid.

Tony sees this go down from behind Mitch, something ugly gripping his chest and clouding his thoughts.

Without thinking, and with sudden strength not even he knew he had, Tony charges forward, shouldering the side of Mitchs body enough to displace him. Mitch cries out, his shock sending him scrambling for purchase as he looses balance.

Tony doesnt stick around to see Mitch fall, but he assumes it happens if the crowd all roaring in laughter is any indication. He reaches for Gregory, a firm grip on his arm, and he bolts.

Nobody follows them. In fact, the halls are completely empty, everyone having gathered for the fight or left the school. Tony pants as he sprints, eyes scanning for a place to hide.

He slows in front of the bathroom, skidding inside and dragging Gregory with him.

Tony releases Gregory, hunching over to support himself with his hands on his knees as he catches his breath, his heart hammering.

Adrenaline is still coursing through him, and he feels himself tremble, even after his refills his lungs and his legs stop burning from the sprint.

He takes one moment to listen, and see if any footsteps are racing down the hallway, ready to chase them down, but he hears nothing.

Tony begins to relax, but unlike himself, Gregory hasnt caught his breath yet. In fact, it sounds like Gregory cant breathe at all.

Panic grips at Tonys chest again when he whirls around, and sees Gregory leaning against the wall, knees wobbling and hand clutching at his heart, breaths short and fast.

Tony freezes, not knowing what's wrong. He hovers, taking a hesitant step towards Gregory. "...Greg? Are you--"

Tony doesnt get to finish. Gregory suddenly chokes on air, knees giving in as he slides down the tiled wall onto the disgusting school bathroom floor. He scrambles backwards, as if somethings attacking him. And so unlike what Tony's seen from Gregory, he pulls his knees up to his chest, hiding his face in them.

Tony stands there like an idiot, unsure of what to do. He fights himself to move, because Gregory cant breathe and hes obviously freaking out for some reason.

Hesitantly, Tony crouches down in front of Gregory, pausing for only a moment as he wracks his brain on what to do before settling a hand on Gregory's knee.

"Gregory!" He tries to get his attention. "Hey, Greg, are you okay?"

Tony's hand reels back when Gregory startles away from him like he burned him. He flinches so violently at Tony, that he almost feels hurt.

No. Tony shakes the idea away. Its not his fault. Dont get that into your head.

Tony thinks this is one of those attacks. Where something triggers it and you feel like you're gonna die. He cant remember the name right now, but he thinks that's what's happening.

Despite knowing what it is, Tony has absolutely zero clue how to help.

Tony makes a humming noise, bouncing anxiously as his hands hover, completely useless.

Gregory chokes again, making the most upsetting noises Tony's ever heard. Gregory flinches again, even though Tony didnt touch him.

Tony doesnt know what to do. He doesnt know how to help. You can't look for clues, here. You cant piece together a picture. Theres nothing about this he can latch onto to decipher, to figure out a way to help that wont upset Gregory further.

But Gregory is panicking, and he cant breathe, and even though Tony is scared and doesnt know what to do, he cant leave Gregory to just sit there and hyperventilate without at least trying.

So he takes a deep breath, steeling himself, and Tony schooches closer to Gregory this time not touching him. "Gregory? Hey, Greg. It's me. Tony."

No response, but Tony doesnt give up. "Um. It's your friend. I'm not Mitch, or, uh, anybody like that. I don't want to hurt you. Can you look at me, please? Can you even hear me?"

Tony perks up when Gregory peeks through his knees, slightly raising his head. Tony can tell that Gregory cant really see him, even though hes looking at him, but Tony smiles anyway.

"Hey." He says to Gregory, trying to keep his voice soft. "Um. You're okay, Greg. Were just in the bathroom, so were not nearby any bullies, or adults. It's just us here, okay?" Then he whispers. "If this is even helping?"

When Gregory reacts again, it's his trembling calming a bit and his head raising slightly.

Tony is really good at recognizing change in behavior. It's what a good investigator does if he wants answers from somebody. Gotta know if they're lying, or if they perk up if they know something. So when Gregory's eyes dart towards him ever so slightly, he notices, and grins.

"Greg." He says, relieved when Gregory isnt about to hyperventilate himself into unconsciousness anymore. Hes not completely okay yet, but it's better than before. Tony reaches out, but after a moments consideration, retracts his hand, just settling on setting it in his lap. "Hey, are you seeing me now?"

Gregory's eyes widen ever so slightly. "T--" he tries, but his voice wavers so much he coughs a bit. Tony leans forward a bit, worried, but Gregory catches his breath, if not normal breathing, then hard and fast but still functional. "H-Hey."

Tony jumps at the fact that Gregory can respond to him now. He leans forward, brows furrowed and hands hovering. "Um. I need you to tell me how to help you, okay? Can you do that? I'm, uh, kinda lost here."

Gregory's breath stutters, and he squeezes his eyes shut, but he manages, "Distraction. Fuh-- Five senses."

"Five senses." Tony repeats, now determined. "Okay. Okay! Uh..." He trails off, glancing around the room. "Okay... first. Greg, whats five things you see?"

It takes some visible effort, but Gregory peels his eyes open, a bead of sweat near his hairline and brows pinched. "U-Um... You, and... the sinks."

Tony nods. "Okay. Okay keep going."

"The... the stalls." Gregory huffs out, his breathing no longer short and fast but gasping and deep. "Um... the tile, the window, an--and my knees."

Tony nods, sagging in relief at somehow helping Gregory calm down, even with his previous cluelessness, Gregory gave him a hint now, and that's all hes got. "Okay! Now four things you hear."

"...My breathing." He chuckles without humor, almost self-deprecating, but stops when it takes too much of his breath. "Um..." He takes a deep breath. "Your voice. The pipes in the wall. The birds outside."

"Three things you can feel." Tony tells him, and this time, sets a hand on his knee, gentle as can be.

Gregory doesn't flinch, thankfully, but he does take a moment to answer, loosening his tightly wound body and taking deep, several seconds long breaths. "...Kay. Your hand." He trails off, shutting his eyes. "...The gross floor, and the nasty wall."

Tony breaths out a tiny half laugh at that, and smiles knowing if Gregory's saying things like that, hes probably feeling at least a little better. "Two things you can smell."

Gregory wrinkles his nose, opening his eyes and giving him a look. "...Dont make me do that in here."

Tony laughs for real this time, and grins when Gregory is able to smile again. "Okay, sure. As long as you're okay now."

Gregory winces when he tries to move his shaky arms to sit himself up. Tony reaches forward, relieved that Gregory's no longer curled up in a ball, flinching away from Tony when he tries to help. He helps Gregory sit up, and Gregory sends him a grateful smile. "Thanks."

Theres a few moments of silence, just Gregory letting himself relax even more and getting his breathing under control. Tony glances at him, questions eating away at him. When the silence continues to stretch Tony fidgets, and the question leaves his mouth without his permission when curiosity overwhelms his sense of thinking before he speaks. "What happened? Why did you react that way when Mitch..."

He catches himself at the last second, but it's not enough. Gregory flinches at the reminder, and he averts his eyes when he gets clammy again, looking uncomfortable.

Tony frowns, scolding himself. Stupid. He thinks. He should be able to push down his curiosity just for a second to help his friends, instead of only caring about getting answers. "Sorry... I, uh..."

"Its fine." Gregory says quickly, and he gets that rigid look on his face Tony recognizes as being deep in thought, mulling something over in his head thats unknown to Tony. He takes a breath. "I... when he was gonna slap me, it just... um... reminded me of stuff that's happened to me in the past, a little. That's all."

Tony's eyes widen ever so slightly when he understands, and he curses internally, feeling guilt curl in his stomach. He never should have asked. "Oh."

Gregory looks away, almost ashamed. "Yeah." He mutters. "Sorry that you had to, uh, see that."

Tony shakes his head immediately. "Its fine, Greg." He insists, leaning forward so Gregory will look at him. "I'll never judge you for stuff like that."

Gregory just stares at him, lips parted, but then he sighs. "Okay. Thanks, Tony."

Tony smiles, then when silence stretches across the bathroom, he decides to change the subject.

"So," Tony starts. "what were you gonna take out of your bag that scared Mitch so bad?" He asks.

Despite himself, a small smirk appears on Gregory's face. "Pepper spray." He says. "I've used it on him before. He cried like a baby."

Tony snorts at the thought of Mitch, the guy who claims to be the toughest kid in school, wallowing on the floor because Gregory sprayed something in his eyes. "So that's what you meant by things other than brute strength."

"Strength means nothing if they cant even touch you." Gregory grins, enough for Tony to see his permanently missing front tooth. "Especially if they have pepper spray in their eyes. It hurts pretty bad. See?"

Suddenly, a tube of pepper spray is thrusted towards Tonys eyes, and embarrassingly, he makes a dumb little yelp and shields his eyes with his hands.

Gregory cackles at the display, and Tony removes his forearms from his face, giving him a dirty look. "Why'd you put that in my face? What if it had sprayed me!?"

Gregory wipes a tear from his eye. "To scare you." He laughs. "And it worked."

Tony shakes his head, but despite himself, he also has a smile on his face. He didnt even see Gregory reach for it, let alone take it out of his backpack.

"I need to get home soon." Tony says after a moment of laughing together, thinking of his Mom. They've probably been here for a long time even after School let out.

"Can I come over?" Gregory asks quickly, like ripping off a bandaid. When Tony looks at him, Gregory averts his eyes.

"Of course." Tony says. He wouldn't want to be alone after that, and even if Gregory could, Tonys happy to keep him company.

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goofydoors · 1 year

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!Entities!x Gn! Reader

Where they kind realize your not too bad , and so do you

Yet Again.. Screech had decided to be annoying little bitch and bite you , of course it wasnt a hard one but it was on the ankle making it slightly sore from his dumb teeth , he didnt even say sorry and just laughed with his shit eating grin , “damn kid.. ill get him one day!” Rubbing your ankle deciding it would be best if you could find the herb of viridis , it always helped if you Got hurt ,

Stumbling on to the infirmary encountering rush and halt a few times Rushs Screams could be heard from far away , no wonder some of his victims get away , he seemed unusually hyper for a literal Ball of murder and sugar rushes

Halt was just there to kinda say hi since it thought you were an intruder so it was kinda awkward since it almost killed you , it just dissappeared as quickly as it came

Popping open the door to the infirmary before you jump onto a bed remebering you forgot the key groaning to particularly no one , actually you were screech and halt , thinking to yourself that it would be best to nap and pray that ambush would leave you alone for once not wanting to scream about rush taking his food or ramble about something Else that would come across him as he destorys everything in his path , exhaustion overtakes you as your eyes droop trying your best to hear if anyones coming , yet all your met with is silence

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Stumbling across you first is rush , its smile growling ever so wider as it stares before leaving again to find ambush and gush over you , hurriedly screaming at ambush in their gibberish language , ambush has no idea because all it can translate is infirmary , yet it tags along because seek had told Them all there werent Any hotel intruders , as you expect they arrived rather quickly , rush was whispering gibberish moving closer to you , “look! Ambush !! “ ambush wasnt exactly in the mood for rushs shit , but you were an exception ,”i see them , hurry the hell up im hungry “ rush excitedly touched you , screaming in delight but shutting up and leaving , ambush lingers a little longer before going another Way leaving you in your nap yet again ,

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So I Think ambush and rush are fluffy and idc what you say , they must be..

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Screech had Also found you , just your luck .. the little iPad shit That caused you All that pain , it wasnt proud in anyway after seeing your face , it was a annoying anklebiting iPad kid but it knew it did something wrong , its smile slightly dropped , setting itself beside you , sliding under the pure White sheets like a stain , it would try to apologize when you woke up , it decided to stay until you woke up ,

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Eyes Saw you and was about to move on until it noticed screech slightly under the covers wrapped around your arm , “what the hell are you doing screech dont you have annoying stuff to do?” Screech hissed at it , “just asking calm Down you rabid toddler “ screech pointed at your ankle and leg “im guessing you did that?” Screech hissed again “yeah it was me “ the High pitched child voice called out “so your apologizing to them?” Eyes- “i want to when they wake up i feel kind of bad for once “ eyes multiple eyes became half lidded “or maybe your starting to like em “ screech hissed “no im not! Ill tattle if you keep saying lies!” Eyes let out a slight chuckle in its head before leaving , it had better things to do than Watch a crush develop even tho screech had the mental capacity of a 10 year Old and he was a child so it made sense ,

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Sitting up groggily i notice something on my arm , thoose familiar teeth , what does it want now .. “what do you want screech you did this !” I slightly whisper yelled at him “im sorry “ it let out , “what..?” Screech was still Holding onto my arm “i Said im sorry!” I felt a smile rise , maybe this iPad kid wasnt all bad “i forgive you but if you EVER do that again as bad i Will get you back and thats a promise im warning you..” screech laughed before dissappearing yet again , silly little octopus or whatever it is , sitting up I notice some fur on the bed , screech doesn’t have fur . Only three people do .. Rush Ambush And timothy , timothy is out of the question this fur patch is bigger than him , so rush or ambush ? Why would they even come here at all , and I’m not dead? Did they take a limb and I didn’t notice ?!?

Checking all over not a single limb missing , huh guess they can ATLEAST tolerate me now I think?… , shoving off the covers that had turned warm due to me laying there for a bit , I think I’ve been asleep for around ..3 HOURS!? oh no oh no.. what the hell am I supposed to do , oh wait I forgot i don’t even need to do anything today , might As well find seek or glitch .. though I think both have more important things .. yeah I’ll find Jeff !, quickly leaving the infirmary tracing back to Jeffs shop , making way back , “hi Jeff! How are you?” Jeff squinted his white eyes before pointing at the tip jar , seemingly empty , his expression saddening . He hadn’t sold anything today .. “I’m sorry nobody survived so far yet, maybe j could cheer you up? “ jeffs eye squinted , reaching into my pocket pulling out 455 coins I buy the crucifix and lock pick leaving me some spare change , as I put the rest into his jar almost filling it , Jeff delightedly sticks out a tentacle to me handing me a little lighter as a thank you I’m guessing, “are you sure? I’ll be fine screech is gonna get it if he tries anything !” Throwing a punch 🤜 to show what I would do , Jeff seemed to laugh yet it was complete silence , “thanks Jeff cheered me up a little even tho I was fine thanks anyways!” Waving to jeff as he waved ,

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You encounter figure , in his library as always , it seems he was picking up fallen books , you had spoken with him once , yet that was him getting mad at you for breaking a book when you tried to escape the library , he was quite murderous , though he’s quite nice , I’ve heard … “f-figure? It’s me” you noticed him stomp over to you , each footstep echoing along , he slightly growled bowing down to smell me , to maybe see if he could recognise me? Not sure , yet he stepped away , “you break book…” worried he might eat you “I’m incredibly sorry I never meant to.. I was just scared as I had heard rumours long ago , yet I just want to be familiar with something .. “ figure seemed to like your answer as he hurriedly tugged on your arm , a little too rough , “calm down we have time! It hurts if you pull too hard!” Figures grip loosened “friend figure excited!” He had messed up speech clearly most likely from all that growling , but he was understandable

——— figure had just mostly been around with you showing you books , he was like a massive golden retriever yet a little less cuter . He was still adorable he was mostly lonely and wanted to say so much at the same time , yet his speech patterns could prove to be difficult , he accidentally held you too hard , on where halt attacked earlier it was slightly sore but the pain was less than when you got it , figure apologised by trying to read you a book , but he was of course blind , resulting in him becoming a little bit more upset he had done something wrong , “figure it’s not your fault.. you couldn’t have known, please don’t be sad ..” you held his claws in your hands stroking his flesh lightly , he honestly didn’t mind the fact you were touching him so delicately even though he had ripped people to shreds you held him like glass , he liked it ,”figure?..” he liked you , you were nice to him unlike an annoying octopus , he wanted to become better friends with you and maybe even show you to some of the others , you continued stroking his claws , calling out to him but no reply “figure!” He snapped out of it and turned in your direction , “figure like you , you nice “ his long arms wrapping around you loosely ,”I like you too figure your a good friend “ a smile rose too my face , so he was lonely… he let go and without a word just opened something , it was the door “figure see you later “ he waved his arms slinging , realizing you had to beat up half , waving to figure before leaving going back to room 49 down the long corridors , you had greeted dupe , meeting him once because you miscounted , he didn’t reply he closed the door with a slight smile , traversing through the already familiar corridors was slightly weird as you had been here multiple times staring at the first door you went through, “001.. cant believe im back here..” sitting yourself on the floor for a moment unsuccesful in finding halt , “i feel so nostalgic being where everything turned upside down in the blink of an eye , yet i dont feel remorseful coming here , even though theres literal monsters that could devour me alive , and yet.. it is Way more scary then the surface but this is new .. paranormal, what do ya Think hide,” i start smirking while it hurries back into hiding “i Saw you when i walked in , you were peeking , thats not Nice ! “ no reply “i am not mad i just wanna know you better …im not telling you to leave your closet hide i would never.. im assuming you like the closets?” the door slightly opened just a eye visible “y-yeah..” smiling softly at it , “why do you push me out if i stay for a little bit im curious .?” It started closing the door ,”wait! .. i shouldnt have asked we arent acquainted Well yet that was maybe personal im sorry!” It had opened it again , “you Seem ni..Nice enough..”

——————— seek is coming👀 but some cuteness with his eyes (seeks)

You and hide had been talking it was mostly onesided from your side , yet he was shy that was obvious , i had figurer out he liked personal space and i was kind of intruding but i didnt have a choice i did it to escape screech and rush , ambush was fine he left me alone and we were neutral , hide was starting to become nervous as he muttered a quick goodbye before dissappearing into the closet yet again , ive been on a streak today! Ive talked with most of the entities in this damn hotel! Now its seeks turn.. i just hope he Will give me a moment to explain before he rips my limbs off one by one.. as i finally reached a room where his eyes popped up , deciding i might aswell decide if they were a part of him or not , like sentimental beings or if they were just seeks weird eyes.. “can you hear me ?..” the eye blinked staring at you , so did all the other ones. Creepy… “ can you hear me seek?” I hope that they were just seeks weird eyeballs or this would be awkward.. it blinked one..twice..thrice.. “oh thank god! Wait.. thats not a good thing..” i talk to myself pondering for a moment , “your quite cute actually ..” i wasnt lying the eyes were slightly cute looking with thoose Big pupils giving Them almost puppy eyes , what i did next might get me killed but i couldnt hold back against thoose eyes! The eye slightly widened , it looked like it was getting … shy? “I have to make up with seek before i get lost in staring at you “ inspecting the eye for a little bit extra before opening the next door to more Rooms with more eyes all staring , leading up to the dreaded hallway i had been in one too many times

Stepping in i could feel the Air shift , anger and death reeked , and there he was as angry as ever ,

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I had quickly decided he would kill me before i even opened my mouth if i didnt get a fucking move on , maybe seek was unbefriendable? , hitting bookshelves causing Them to almost Fall on me , hoping it would stop him in the slightest he would need to slow Down to not get hit , he wasnt that stupid to keep running he was smart, as i had hoped the bookshelf fell but right onto him instead trapping him effectively , clawing at the floor. Wood being chipped off as he desperately tried to escape but to no success , staring at him my heart ached to help yet i wasnt a fool he would tear me limb from limb when he escaped , and yet .. his one eye looking at me so desperately , almost begging for help .

It was just you .seek. And that bookshelf , utter silence filled the room as he had stopped violating the floor , both of you were almost having a staring contest , none of you blinking , his eye shifted from you to the floor , out of pure embarrasment that he were to focused to get another kill he had thought he would be fast enough before it fell, i had made my mind up

I was gonna help

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“Im going to help you now okay?..” waiting for his reaction he stopped squirming instead staring at me with his piercing gaze as soon i was in his Range , trying to pull the bookshelf off him struggling as my fingers hurt , “can you give me your hand? I need to use friction.” He stared yet handed me his hand , grabbing onto it i could feel how it was solid yet liquid at the same time , how his fingers intertwined with my own causing a slight hue to appear on my cheeks , most likely he hadnt known that Lovers would often do the same but you were just helping him out , “im going to pull now okay? You tell me if it hurts or anything “ his gaze still on me , pulling with all my might i had gotten him a bit loose fighting he would be fine the rest since he could most likely squeeze out, letting go of his hand as he most likely caught on That i thought he could squeeze out the rest , he was wiggling out , as i was walking away i could feel his gaze pierce through me , who knew one eye would be worse than Two? . Before i slammed the door shut , leaning against it , what the hell happened back there i could have gotten rid of him , for a bit , since hes immortal or whatever he is. He just seemed so helpless i cant even blame myself Any more .

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Glitch had met you once and could not give less fucks

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Halt Met you five times , it thinks your a little bit annoying

——————— hide doesnt like you intruding into “its” closets but your Nice enough it

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Never met shadow

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Screech thinks your fine enough mostly neutral

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Figure likes you alot

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Rush Likes you too

And ambush is pretty neutral too

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Seek is mostly on the not like side but after you helped him he has been intrested in asking why

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And you Well you were uhh confused and about to shit yourself , because this damn hotel couldnt give you a break for no apparent reason ,

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A Lil silly things if youve made it this far without closing it or thinking “this shit is ass “

Oh and in this little short drab you had befriended most of Them figure seek and rush May start to like you more than normal for friends?!?.

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Rush wouldnt stop following me going where i go , except seeks hallways and figures library it would follow me EVERYWHERE breaking the lights in the process so i wouldnt be able to see anything , finally making it into figures library as always he was happy to see me , but more chipper “its me figure!” Growling he were quick to stomp Way to where you were before grabbing you over to a book “read!” He excitedly spoke out before grabbing a romance book , yet it was a children appropriate one , Its Title were The Monster And the Beauty (copied from beauty and the beast)

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Reading into the book getting more and more tired after each chapter while figure never seemingly lost energy ,Falling asleep while Reading figure had only noticed after a bit of silence before snoring was heard “friend?” He lightly shook you but no reply , he would find you somewhere you could lay until you woke up , there arent really Any places that would be comfortable , having decided he would hold you until , his arms hanging loosely around your frame squeezing to get a better grip , after somewhere he could sit , before trying to take a nap too, his head on top of yours ,

He was flustered because he knew this wasnt just for friends ,

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Rush had talked with you for a bit seemingly liking your Company Way too much for your liking , it never noticed following you and protecting you (from nothing) it liked you alot , its obvious to everyone ESPECIALLY seek and figure not liking how much it was with you , rush is Nice and energetic but it can be too much , “rush i see you Down the hall..” it moved away , god rush was killing me with all this attention and cuddling out of nowhere.. “im not mad but please let me be alone for a few minutes atleast . Dont you have ambush to annoy?” It was beside you in the blink of an eye “no. Hes annoying” it was rubbing against you , fur getting everywhere , “rush i love you but this is to much ..” it was too late it was already snaked around you like a blanket set on not letting you go, “you love me! ?” So he had only heard the love part “yes i love all of you .” It seemed to sadden when you Said everyone , deciding you would cheer rush up a little , petting his fur “your fur is so soft rush! I just need your tips!” Its smile seemed to widen , you were in for a Long run of tips butttttt to see its smile widen like that would be worth it

—————— Seek

Sitting quietly on the floor , there seek was seemingly intrested in the carpet , picking at it before noticing you had entered , “Hi seek! Oh how badly i missed you!” He seemed to like what you Said before nodding , skipping over to where he sat before sitting beside him leaning into his shoulder fluttering butterflys in his non-existent heart , “you okay? Your quiet today..” he thought of so many other scenarios you could say that in (not innocent) seemingly making him move away slightly , he had found some books in figures library about the Human body intrested how it worked and had stumbled upon intercourse in one of Them , he couldnt get it out of his head ,

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Seemingly deciding he wanted to try and Woo you like in the books , his shaky hand landed on yours , a moment of silence before your hand slithered into his causing him to look away , “ypu could have asked if you wanted to hold hands ! Me and figure do it so dont be shy to ask..” he didnt like hearing figures name come out of your mouth it made him a bit jealous.. his hand was still shaking since this was the closest contact he had ever had with you , he would try harder tp make you fall for him , he moved closer to you his head bumping into yours as a Way to try and assert some sort of ownership in his eyes , yet you Saw it as innocent friendship , he had looked Down at you his gaze not leaving you once before you finally stared back at him , “you okay? Something on my face?” You had touched around on your face asking if there was anything there he would Shake his head everytime wishing he could get out the Word “that beautiful smile “ yet he couldnt he felt too shy today , just initiating contact took alot out of him , you were starting to notice he was awfully quiet not talking once , and initiating contact alot, maybe he needed some attention because he was upset?, “can i hug you?” It caught him off Guard his singular eye widening , did he not want a hug!? Does he hate me now? , did i miscalxulate the situation?! Theese thoughts streaming through your poor oblivious head , he slowly nodded turning away from you ,

He was extremely flustered

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You were going in for a full on hug grabbing from under his arms your head buried into the crook of his neck , he sat there for a moment comprehending where to even touch or even if he should

You were nuzzling into him a little bit seemingly comfortable as you had done this once with rush and glitch , he seemed to like it as his arms slowly held onto your back ,

He thought this was intimate which was doing a huge number on him and his self esteem , but he was starting to liqiufy from all this affection he was used to chasing and murdering, not whatever this was .. yet he liked it.. ALOT

(Rush is Watching from the end of the hallway and its fucking Jealous )

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He tried to kiss you once(you Didnt notice he aint Got a mouth idiot ) he was so confident after thinkikg you knew (you didnt ) and he was starting to Think he had you in the bag (rush and figure are trying so hard to prevent it and make you theirs because you arent scared of Them or judge Them, and because rush likes you touching its fur and praising it ) seek Got this (most likely not with the other Two)

#doors x reader #Seek x Reader #figure x Reader #rush x Reader #ambush x Reader #roblox doors #roblox #glitch x reader

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catholic-character-tournament · 11 months

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Round 1 - Side A

Propaganda below ⬇️

Kawabuchi

Sentarou was bullied and ostracized as a child for having an American military man as a father. Despite being angry with his father and his heritage, he finds comfort and purpose with his faith, even though it contributes to his appearance as an outsider. He's also the character in the "that slutty catholic boy" popular tumblr post from many years ago ;D

Wolfwood

I love him. Man who has no faith in himself or humanity or god with so much blood on his hands, fighting for something he knows he can never see come to fruition in person. He carries his own literal cross and grave marker on his back. Just… he’s so iconic to me.

I'm sure I'm not the first to submit him. But I did it anyway. I hope he wins and I'll do anything in my power to make sure he does

Dude is literally a priest who carries around a giant cross. Yes he uses the cross to murder people but that is besides the point. Also he has a mini church he carries around for on-the-go confession services.

hes literally a priest(hes not a priest in the reboot but he is in the original and thats what matters to Me). he carries around a cross that is actually secretly a gun with guns inside that gun. he runs a church/orphanage. he carries around a portable confession booth and charges people money for it because he is broke as fuck. he dies bleeding out over an alter begging to god for forgiveness he doesnt think he deserves. he is everything to me.

look at this man he's a priest with a cross shaped gun that (spoilers) dies against the side of a church while waxing poetic about life and redemption (/spoilers), this is the Catholic ever.

Wolfwood is liiiiiterally Judas coded in the text. AND his weapon is a massive cross that turns into a machine gun and a LASER. Not to mention his religious trauma. Oh baby. The religious trauma.

Homeboy literally walks around with a giantass 300lb machine gun shaped like a cross called the Punisher. Hes a priest/undertaker depending on what version of trigun you reference. Grew up in a church orphanage. Also literally walks around with a portable confessional box for people to pay to confess to him. Need i say more.

HE IS LITERALLY JUDAS. he is literally leading the jesus allegory to his doom. hes also in love with the jesus allegory (vash). he is also carrying arouns a giant cross rhat is also a gun. hes literally catholic and judas and his tits are perfect. in one piece of official art he's wearing a cross choker. also the catholicism on gunsmoke is about making vash submit. wolfwood looking at that pathetic wet mess of a man oh i can make him submit easily.

He literally carries around a giant cross and is referred to as a priest by multiple characters. also he offers people confessionals

He carries a huge machine gun that is in the shape of a cross that is really heavy (he is strong) and his boobs are huge. So you know hes serving cunt in a god honoring way. Also in trigun 1998 he brings around a small chapel that he uses as a portable confessional and in trigun stampede he holds funeral services as an undertaker which are way overly priced. Also he dies very gayly (basicly confessing his love to his best boy friend forever)

Nick's funny bc he's probably the least Christian acting guy but is literally a preacher. There's a running gag with Vash asking some variation of "what the hell kinda churchman are you?" His gun is a gigantic cross. He rides a shitty motorcycle in the middle of the desert.

ok so thematically the main conflict in trigun is about peace vs violence and its represented by the characters vash and knives respectively. the two aren't /technically/ angels but thematically and through imagery they are and are comparable to michael and lucifer specifically. ANYWAYS. vash and knives are the characters who are constantly pushing and pulling at wolfwood's morality, sort of like a "the devil and god are raging inside of me" kinda deal. his grappling with his morality and faith is a big factor in his character. also he has a giant fucking gun shaped like a cross. and he dies in a church while praying.

Bros an orphan who grew up at a Catholic orphanage and taken away to be trained and genetically changed into a supercharged assassin for interworldly beings that have lots of angel imagery attached. Guy thought he was just going to be taken to become a missonary...instead he got 6 years of religious trauma. He still wears a cross necklace and holds it often. His gun is a literal cross "full of mercy" (its a missile launcher). He never really believed fully in the faith or anything, but the way he interacts with it is FASCINATING. He's jaded by the planet he lives on and his upbringing, and makes him say his most iconic quote: "We're nothing like God. Not only do we have limited powers, but sometimes we're driven to become the devil himself." He prays to a God he doesn't know if he actually believes in, asking for another day— for hope for the human race. The organization hes part of (The Eye of Michael) works for an interdimensional otherworldly being that has an incredible amount of angelic metaphor and imagery attached who intends to purge the planet of humans... and ends up siding with that guy's twin brother who is so Jesus coded it's insane. They are best friends even as Wolfwood is acting under instructions to babysit and watch him for his twin brother. He dies after facing down against his old mentor (named Chapel) and his pseudo brother from the orphanage who was taken into the Eye as well and his Jesus bestie buries him and sticks his cross-gun in the ground after losing his shit crazy style and using his pseudo alien angel Jesus powers to lash out at his brother for being the cause of Wolfwood's death. Rest in peace king

#Kawabuchi Sentarou #kids on the slope #nicholas d. wolfwood #trigun #cct polls #tumblr tournament #tumblr bracket #tumblr polls

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chemspxdr · 9 months

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This Must Be The Place

Satoru Gojo x reader

Summary: satoru is a FATHER and he has A SON (~1k words)

Warnings: a little sad

I forgot that I have a tumblr for fics oops. Gojo satoru has won Hyperifxation of the Month!!

He always hated kids.

Well — hate is, as always, a very strong word.

It’s not children themselves, he supposes, moreso a reflection of himself. Gojo never understood children, even when he was one. Having the burden of seven assassination attempts before he could even speak tends to make a “childhood” fairly desolate.

Talking to kids was one thing, he could get by with a few dinosaur facts he’s picked up over the years. But being a guardian for one is an entirely different ball game. One he never intends to play, thank you very much.

Well.

Intended.

Past tense.

Imagine his — alleged playboy Satoru Gojo’s— surprise when the fucker who tried to kill him, as in cold blooded murder, makes the man he attempted to murder the godfather of his child.

Yeah, pretty goddamn shocking. But what is he going to do? Just say no?

Yeah sorry I don’t want the child you entrusted me with, so I’ll let it get taken in by the worst motherfuckers alive simply because I’m too pussy to attempt fatherhood.

Satoru Gojo is many things, but a pussy isn’t one of them. Maybe that was Toji’s goal, the conniving bastard wanted to prove to the world that there was one thing the great Satoru Gojo could not do.

Fuck that.

The phone rings one, two, three times before she answers.

“I’m getting a kid,” he spit it out the second he heard the crackle of the line and the inhale of her breath.

The line remains silent for a moment.

“What,” not a question, moreso a statement of exasperation.

“I don’t think I can make it any clearer than that, dear,” he shifts gears and passes the minivan in front of him with a tsk. Slow fuckers.

“Are you driving?”

“No,” he shifts again, he doesn’t need to go that fast.

“Liar, I could hear that monstrosity across the pacific.”

“Girls like manual, you know. They say it’s hot when I shift gears.”

“Obviously not hot enough. That brings me to my next point: you need to have sex to make a kid,”

“I don’t like what you’re implying,”

“I don’t imply. You have no time for sex, how the fuck did you make a baby? Did someone snatch your semen in the middle of the night?” She laughs to herself then, ”the Semen Snatcher of Shibuya?”

He doesn’t have time to mock her self satisfied snorts, much less time to refute the ”no time for sex” part.

“Not a baby. A child,”

“Okay, so, adoption?”

“Sort of,”

“When are you getting it?”

He breathes out a laugh, “Him. And I don’t know, ten minutes? Traffic is pretty rough.”

“Oh my fucking—fuck. Now?”

“No. Ten minutes,” he speeds through a yellow light, “Nevermind. Eight minutes.”

“I hate you. I hate you so much. Stop talking forever.”

He laughs again, but the line stays quiet. The silence seems to get heavier with each passing second.

“Toji,” she sighs.

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Satoru Gojo is untouchable.

In the obvious,most literal sense of the word— his infinity wraps him in a comfortable, Gojo-sized bubble. He is impenetrable, god on earth, the chosen atlas of a world he was born to carry and protect.

One he is —regrettably— protecting now.

The curse gurgles below him, once menacing, now crumpled on the cold concrete of an abandoned warehouse. It’s half dead, sort of…melting, almost? Whatever reaction it had to his technique has left it liquified, all discernible characteristics it may have had now flowing in a bubbling mass squirming on the ground.

It has no mouth —he thinks— but its making sounds like it’s choking on its own liquid flesh.

He had to haul his ass across the country, for this. Some half-wit “special grade” that couldn’t even talk. An accumulation of decades worth of cursed energy that no one had the balls or skill to handle themselves. So higher ups let it fester, knowing of its presence — of the multiple disappearances surrounding it’s location.

But they let it live. Brushed it under the rug until they deigned to take care of it. Or, at least, until they could haul out their government-sanctioned weapon of mass destruction on a perfectly good Saturday evening.

The flesh-blob is steaming now. Evaporating, maybe? He couldn’t give a single fuck, really. What matters is that his infinity keeps it from getting onto his shoes. A handy trick in this line of work.

It’s comforting, really. Even if the whole world was burning, Satoru Gojo would stand in the wreckage without as much of a scratch on him. Maniacally laughing — probably.

It’s comforting, he thinks as he leaves the spirit to succumb to its demise, knowing that although it has taken the lives of many, he could take it down with the snap of his fingers.

He’s greeted with a dark, raining sky as he makes his way to the rental; it’s some sort of white sports car, sleek and expensive. It's the least his superiors can offer after wasting his time like this. What was once a light drizzle begins to fall harder, not quite torrential but heavy enough to forewarn a storm in the coming hours.

It’s comforting to know that, if he wanted, he could go home dry and content. He could keep his shoes free from mud that would no doubt dirty the impeccable interior of the car and, later, his apartment.

He reaches for the driver's side door and stops, gazing up into the starless sky above.

He lets the rain hit his skin.

Today sucked.

Scratch that— today sucked ass.

Gojo mumbles as much while fumbling with the key to his apartment. He could just teleport inside, but he has class. He also doesn’t want to scare the shit out of her if she’s still up. He’d rather not risk his luck, lucky enough to have her watch Megumi for the past—

He finally manages to unlock the door, unceremoniously tossing his keys onto the kitchen island. He checks the clock on the microwave, glowing a mocking 4 am into the darkness of his home.

— 44 hours. Shit.

He pauses, listening for signs that he woke anyone with his frenzy of an entrance. The apartment resides in relative silence, save for the occasional rumble from the streets below. Light blue, pre-dawn light filters through the windows.

Grabbing a pillow from the bedroom is too risky, being brutally murdered is not in his plans for the day. What he does plan on is taking a prolonged nap, then eating his body weight in takeout.

He rips his blindfold off with a sigh as he walks around the corner to the living room. He might just have to settle with a thin throw blanket and the couch cushions—

Oops.

Seems someone already beat him to it.

She’s half asleep, sprawled out on the couch, the glow of the muted television dousing her in different hues of blue and green. Snacks and drinks litter the coffee table along with the usual clutter of crayons, paper, and coffee mugs. A soft groan rises from her throat as she stretches one hand over her head and rubs an eye with the other.

“I told him you might come back tonight. He wanted to stay up until you got here.”

Gojo blinks for a moment, eyes dropping from her face to the blanket-covered mass resting on her chest.

Satoru Gojo finds comfort in his infinity for its practical uses. Any unwanted touches are thwarted — if not by his demeanor or reputation — by the invisible barrier surrounding his body.

He lives a life without the inconvenience of touch, the brushing of shoulders in a crowded room, the cordial shake of a sweaty hand, the impact of a fist to his jaw.

It’s comforting.

Oddly, as he watches her fingers tangle in the tuft of black hair peeking out from under the blanket, Satoru Gojo feels like he’s missing something.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #domestic gojo my beloved

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jokin-around · 6 months

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I feel like people critical of Batman’s origin in media seem to misunderstand the point of the Wayne’s murder, it’s significance in obvious effect is to give Bruce his core motivation for becoming and acting as Batman on multiple different levels (vigilante justice, not killing, not using guns etc) but the more central aspect is that it’s specifically childhood trauma that leaves lasting effects on Bruce for the rest of his life and a senseless act of criminal violence, now this isn’t to say that at any age seeing your parents gunned down in front of you wouldn’t leave some sort of trauma but it’s the fact that it happens when he’s a child that means it leaves such a lasting impact on him for the rest of his life, not to mention it is one of the original superhero origins like Superman’s it doesn’t need altering. Now people saying it’s over shown or used in Batman media like shows and movies I kinda get, it is repeated often but that’s the point, to get across what a horrible tragedy it is and what kind of lasting effect it has on Bruce for the rest of his life being the catalyst for him becoming Batman. And even then there’s plenty of series that either ignore it (normally more kid friendly versions) or simply acknowledge it via flashback rather than playing out the scene itself so I don’t get why people think it needs changing like Bruce’s age or superfluous background information on why it occurs, it’s a senseless act of criminal violence that motivates Bruce into becoming Batman it doesn’t need changing or alterations it’s fine on its own.

Personally my only critique of it is that for a while a lot of DC heroes seem to share the deceased parental figure origin but they’ve moved past that phase for a while now and most other heroes unlike Batman don’t make it their focal point.

EXACTLY EXACTLY THIS WHAT I KEEP SAYING, like sure you could change it if you wanted, but it's not even just the feeling of loss, it's the fact that it happened to him when he was too young to process it and didn't have anyone there who knew how to help him through it

and like on top of that, he's rich, it's not gonna be anymore impactful than it is, and the fact that it was basically just botched robbery adds to the flawed perception of crime he has as an adult

childhood trauma is something so specific and hardwired, like yes, initially it was just some lore added in post to explain his motivations, but even then, it was used cuz that's the kind of thing that permanently alters somebody.

we keep going back to it because a main consequence of trauma is reliving things over and over, running it through your mind over and over even when you want to be done with it, even when you HAVE the tools to process it, I understand the repetition is compounded by comics as a format and the longevity of the title meaning we've gone back to that moment hundreds of times by now, but that doesn't change the reality of why it's a thing

if ppl are tired of that origin there's a possibility they are just tired of what the character is in general and I only say that because it's like... the core of everything that's wrong with him, and the things that are wrong with him are the most important parts in my humble opinion

#meta #Bruce

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what companions would be furries (+ what kind of animal they'd be)

Cait; Incredible trauma. Substance abuse. Questionable employment. This woman already is a furry in canon, Todd just didn't think it relevant to bring up. Not quite hardcore, but not a casual either. She has art and goes to conventions, but she's not getting a suit. There are a lot of good choices for a fursona, but I'm leaning towards a wolverine. They're small and they're fucking terrifying. Those bitches kill bears. They weigh about 30 lbs, give or take. Y'know what else is 30 lbs, give or take? A COCKER SPANIEL. Huge Cait energy.

Codsworth; Would not be a furry, but would find it endearing. Y'know, the same reaction an adult has as a child talks about their wolf roleplay during recess? "I am very confused but at least you have friends and fun, tell me more!" Robot Codsworth's fursona is an octopus, and a synth/human Codsy is a bird. Like...maybe an owl, or something similarly rounded/soft in shape. Think Owl from Winnie the Pooh.

Curie; She's a furry, not a Furry. She's not going to any conventions, and probably isn't drawing her fursona or commissioning art. Its likely she uses it to, like, educate children, like as a mascot for her clinic or something. Same situation as Codsy, two fursonas for her two different bodies. The synth body, that there is a mouse. Cute and very important to scientific discoveries, despite being often disregarded and more often, abused in the field. The Ms. Nanny bot fursona is a blue-ringed octopus, specifically.

Danse; Not a furry. Would find it very strange if it was explained to him, and would assume it was something kids do. Would be visibly disturbed if explained that, no, this is actually more of a teen-to-adult space. If he looks it up later and finds Certain Things, you will be receiving the bill for his next anti-depressants. However, entirely possible he is a closeted furry and has yet to realize this about himself. I'm leaning toward a bull? Bull-headed, obviously, but also, down to earth, reliable, et cetera...it fits his character.

Deacon; KING OF THE FURRIES. Has multiple fursuits, all homemade. Commissions every artist he can find, every Twitter furry artist has him on their waitlist. Does not half-ass his furriness. This man is the furry you only hear about, the one with all the art and custom costumes and all the money to throw at his hobby. His fursonas are plentiful and ever changing, but his favorite one? A chameleon, with holographic, reflective, ever-changing scales.

Gage; would not be a furry. Well aware of what it is due to exposure to Mason. Wouldn't have been into it even if his introduction wasn't him and his crew. He gets the idea, it's just that the idea is weird as fuck. He's a grown man and he has people to scam and/or murder. Obviously, Gage would be an iguana. They have a ridge and a naturally gruff, bored expression. And the skin texture is about the same, too.

Hancock; another casual furry. Its likely he was introduced to it and brought in by someone else, and just kinda stuck around. There are two options as to what he'd be. 1; a sphinx cat. He's lanky, the skin matches, he has some kitty-like traits. The big eyes are a huge part here. 2; sloth. He's a very chill dude, he's always high (sloths getting high is currently contested but the demeanor fits) and despite being very small and not outwardly threatening, is very capable of fucking you up (sloths will use their MASSIVE FUCKING CLAWS for defense).

MacCready; Is a furry. His fursona is a weasel. This is so obvious i don't feel the need to defend or explain this. Look at him. He's a furry. The only interesting thing to say here is that Duncan would also grow up to be a furry. But Mac? He would be a hardcore furry if he had the money. Funds keep him a casual fan. If he did...would be worse than Deacon.

Nick; A first-gen furry. An elder furry. The very old man at the con who sees that you're lost and confused but trying very hard, with your furry 2008 emo paw gloves and your cat ear headband and painted on whiskers, and shows you around. Takes you under his wing (literally, as his fursona is a raven, obvi) and introduces you to various artists, suitmakers, other furries your age he'd think you'd get along with...this community would be in shambles without people like him. He's been here since the beginning and has seen it all, truly.

Piper; dabbled, couldn't get into it. She'd be a passersby, a visitor of a con but not a participator. Interested in the art of furrydom, the actual art and the suits, but as an outside observer. If Piper were an animal...a ferret, a squirrel, a possum, some kind of street-smart rodent. Something clever and tricky, that's always where its not supposed to be. For a wildcard, I could also see her as a bat of some kind.

Preston; not a furry and completely neutral to it. It doesn't interest him, but he doesn't find it weird, either. It's people LARPing as animals, people have been doing that ever since they evolved from animals. He gets it, he really does. Preston would like nothing more than to be a cat that does nothing but sleep and yell for attention. The cat life is peak existence for him. It's just that Preston is very literal, and the furry thing is more exaggerated. He doesn't want cat ears. He wants to not be a human anymore, please for the love of god—

X6-88; furry. A secret, dignified furry. A pretensious one. A gatekeepy one. This furry judges you if you don't have a suit. He has one. He doesn't wear it, it cost more than some houses, it stays in a glass case like a taxidermied trophy hunt. X6-88 is a furry. His fursona? A Doberman, because they were bred to protect asshole tax collectors, which fits with X6 being a courser. Tall, all sharp edges, an arresting glare, and very loyal and hardworking.

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Propaganda why Dean Winchester is insufferable:

Really mean to Cas (called him a child, zero respect for him, calls him family and casts him out when the angels are looking for him), and an absolute dick to Jack (threatening to kill him CONSTANTLY)

>Was a misogynist (loved to call women skanks, bitches, hoes)

>Used gay as an insult multiple time during the show's run (idc if he's gay an homophobic, that's still insulting)

>Beat up his brother for being possessed

>Beat up his brother for losing his soul (not his brother's fault)

>Used dubious consent to get his brother possessed in a different unrelated possession incident after possession was being used (badly...this is supernatural after all) as a metaphor for SA

>Threatened to murder his brother when he was hallucinating (yay we aren't ableist)

>Locked a child up in a box

>Threatened to kill the child he locked up in a box

>Made a creepy, sexual comment about a barely-legal high school girl

>Got the woman and kid he was living with memory-wiped

misogynistic scumbag. theres also a few different times that dean finds teenagers sexy with the most recent and prominent example that i can recall being the scooby doo crossover episode in season 13 where hes super into daphne who in the version they chose for the episode is 15-16 and is interacting with her as if shes a real person cause they got magicked into the episode. he treats everyone around him like shit and the only time the narrative agrees that thats a bad thing is when he has the mark of cain put on him and hes acting no differently than he does usually its just now acknowledged that hes treating others like shit. ive been rewatching the show for shits and giggles with a friend and wow he really does not treat anyone well but i wanna focus on how he treats sam for a second cause dude's hobby seems to be ignoring what his brother wants and lying to sam about doing stuff that directly concerns him the demon blood and souless things are reasonable cause those were both Bad for sam but theyre still part of a wider pattern and the most prominent example of this being when dean tricks sam into letting gadreel possess him and actually gaslights sam about it with the whole ordeal ending when its revealed gadreel lied about who he was and while possessing sam murders a friend of theirs. his voice is just also stupid as fuck im sorry this is just petty but he just sounds like hes trying so hard to be gruff n intimidating but he just sounds like a kid pretending to be batman

Dean’s list of sins is crazy long because of how long the show ran, but the key thing for me is that post-locking Sam in the bunker (season 4 I think?), I just can’t enjoy their relationship anymore. I normally love their sibling dynamic, but Dean’s ultimate worst past-the-point-of-no-return moment for me was demonizing (pun intended) his little brother for being “addicted” to demon blood, which only happened because of a series of events that were either Dean’s or someone else’s fault, not Sam’s. I also really dislike how the fandom treats Dean like this angel (pun intended) who has done no wrong and even tries to justify the MULTIPLE times he’s beaten up and otherwise abused his little brother. Canon Dean is like the polar opposite of fanon Dean: he’s homophobic and racist (jokes about a Black man being sexually assaulted in prison), misogynistic (take a shot every time he calls a woman a slur and you’ll die of alcohol poisoning), and abusive.

Propaganda why the Tenth Doctor is insufferable:

They’re so *edgy*

That one time he committed a genocide by drowning the last children of a near-extinct species (Racnoss) because their mother was evil. The closest anyone ever got to calling him out on it was when Donna noted that his take on a *different* set of weird alien babies (the Adipose) was a lot nicer than last time.

A combination of hypocrisy, sanctimony, and an equally insufferable fanbase. And the dissonance between what he actually does and how the narrative presents it.

#dean winchester #supernatural #the tenth doctor #doctor who #insufferable protagonist poll #insufferable protagonist tournament #tournament poll

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