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These Secrets That I Have.
what if I told you that I've fallen?
PAIRING: mark lee x fem!reader
GENRE: our friendly neighborhood spiderman ; the best friends
WORD COUNT: 4.3k+ words
WARNINGS: eventual smut, choking kink, arson
SYNOPSIS: Joking that your best friend is the infamous superhero bitten by a spider has been a habit for the group. It was all a joke, until it wasn't.
A/N: THE UPSIDE DOWN KISS!! spidermark agenda, I wouldn't let you die. and forgive for the poor attempts of comedy lmao. anyways, happy reading and don't forget to share your thoughts about this fic! <3
''With great power comes..''
''Great responsibilities--''
Gasping dramatically, Johnny stands up as his finger points accusingly to the male who's unknowingly straining his vocal chords due to laughing so much.
Mark shakes his head, clapping his hands in amusement. ''Dude, everybody knows that.''
''Nobody gets it right.''
Jaehyun joins the tallest among all of you. ''Except spiderman.''
Cackles once again blooms, the way these two delivers their impromptu exposing session is so comical that you are all gasping for air.
If you didn't know better, those faces full of shock mixed with betrayal would fool you into thinking your best friend is actually the one behind the infamous red and dark blue suit with webs and spider symbols decorating it. No ones knows when it actually began, the spiderman jokes. Johnny and Jaehyun are certainly the ones to start the teasing on Mark, doting on him and urging him to 'admit it' in every chance they get. Oftentimes, the jokes are fueled by Mark's fast reflexes. Someone can react fast, alright, but something about Mark's tells that there's a deeper root or cause, Johnny's words.
Personally, you don't really think Mark would be the 'friendly neighborhood' superhero neither do you consider even the smallest chance because-- one, the male is literally with you almost 24/7 and spiderman saves people 25/8. And two, you've stayed at Mark's apartment more than you've done to your dorm, you know the in and outs, every nook and cranny of the space-- not once did you found even a mere clue that suggests what Johnny and Jaehyun had in their mind.
''You really gotta back us up here, dude. You know what you've seen.'' Once again, the faux seriousness shows in his words and his eyes widening to convince, you decides to ride his flow this time.
''Actions speaks louder than voice, Mark. If you're not spiderman, then explain the spidey senses!'' Johnny throws a cap towards Mark's direction, effectively making the man catch it within seconds, eventually proving your 'theory'.
'I told you so' looks are exchanged between the three of you. Haechan barks a laugh at that.
''This is fucking crazy.'' Clearly, he's enjoying the show judging by the tears escaping the sockets of his eyes.
The series of persistence is left to deaf ears. Mark prefers downing as much pizza as he can right now rather than dealing with endless accusations that, to say the least, is absolutely nonsensical. ''Y'all would cut this shit out or you'll have webs shoved down deep in your throat in a minute?''
By now, Mark should've known making empty threats that has connections with spiderman's universe or spiderman himself will just worsen the situation he already finds hard to be in. Albeit his ears ringing, Mark didn't make any effort to stop the banters of his friends regarding if he's the superhero bitten by a spider or he's just a natural. Concluding that the discussion is harmless, he doesn't find the need to.
Ha! It's not like he's actually the 'Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman', right?
Another groan escapes past your lips, fingers drumming the white table. 15 minutes upon arriving at 7/11, your instant ramen slash source of distraction from boredom sadly disappears in thin air. What the fuck is taking Mark Lee so long?
''--so you mean, 10 muscled people holding rifles each was nothing against 1 spider descendant or some shit?'' Your ears perks up.
''Yup, flicked those robbers away to the police like it was nothing.''
''Damn crazy, and fucking awesome.''
''That's spiderman for you,'' The boy browses through the ice cream freezer near you. ''Still can't believe he's in this area just minutes ago.''
Eh? The superhero was here? Then that would mean the said robbery took place somewhere not far from where you were eating your ramen peacefully. How come you didn't hear the sirens? You sigh, mind wondering the possible outcomes if the robbers decides to raid the stores nearby and eventually reach yours. It fuels your urge to go home even more.
Supposedly, this trip shouldn't last no more than 10 minutes considering the fact that the store is not even 3 minutes away from your dorm and choosing chips to your liking only takes less than 5 minutes of your time-- depending on how indecisive you are and how crazy your cravings are. It'll all bring you back to the comfort of your bedroom in no time, nonetheless.
But a certain someone thought it's a good idea to leave you at the store and tells you that he'll be back in a bit, making you wait like some child for their parent. Heck, no parent would even leave their child alone at a convenience store, opting to take the kid with them. He insisted on meeting here again in spite of your whines to go separate ways so you can enjoy the warmth of your bed all the while he fulfills the errand that he so eagerly wants to finish.
''This motherfucker, I swear to God.'' Informing Mark that you'll go back via message, the chair lets out a faint screech as your body heat lingers a little longer after standing up to leave. Just as you turn around, your shoulders meets a chest, sending you both to a halt as the collision sinks in. You look up to see your most awaited best friend with his unstyled chest nut hair serving as a curtain for his same shade orbs. He breathes heavily, as if catching some air to fend his lungs.
Eyes raking down his body, you drink in his appearance. He looks like he just came from.. a fight. ''The hell happened to you, dude?'' Your figure heads towards the store's exit.
''Police thought I was one of those that belonged to the robbery, took me a while to convince them I'm not, sorry.''
You snort. ''Well, I would mistake you as a robber too with this beanie and all black outfit you have.''
Mark scowls. ''They thought I'm a victim, just for your information.''
''Really? That's surprising.'' Laughing softly under your breath, you tosses a bag of chips to Mark as compensation for your teasing.
The gust of cold breeze remains disregarded, warmth coming from the other's body heat is enough to ease the coldness. Passing by where the crime occurred, your feet unknowingly fasten their pace, shuddering at the thought of danger albeit the police cars and armed officers surrounds the area in protection stance.
Overhearing a reporter going on about something along the lines of 'the cops thanking Spiderman as it weren't for him, they wouldn't be able to catch the criminals' makes you sigh.
They should really stop depending on the superhero. You thought.
''Isn't it scary?''
Mark turns to you. ''What is?''
''The way greed can drive humans to intense, irrevocable madness. It pushes them to do these things that'll not only put their lives in danger but will also fail to satisfy their desires. Sure, they can have money in the palms of their hands with just a snap, stealing from people-- but will those bills last for a long time? Will that be enough for them? Certainly not.''
A brief glance from Mark is what you received, the bop of his head caught by your peripheral vision assures you to keep going. ''The more they steal, the more they crave. If the officials thinks that every on-going and unsolved crimes plastered on the news by the media will scare the criminals away because they are apparently doing their best to find the suspects and pull them out of wherever hole they are hiding, they're wrong. The cops wouldn't be forced to use their best assets and experience sleepless nights if the criminals are not doing well at their job, right? Those announcements of endless searchings and calls for the people's help only pats the wanted people on their back, telling them they've done an excellent mayhem job.
Sometimes, I don't even know who to blame when crimes, like this kind, happens. Is it the criminals themselves because they lost their morals over materialistic things? Because they gave in to the urge of possessing those that goes beyond what they can comprehend? Is it the police for not hearing the reason why these criminals have done it? Is it the society who embodies judgemental and discriminating in all sorts of way that probably pushed them to do such things? Or is it the government who failed to make education and employment accessible to everyone no matter what their status in life is?''
Kicking a pebble out of your way, it creates a dull thudding sounds. ''Proper education and enabling people to have a grasp of legal source of income would probably prevent crimes from happening. I'd like to think that most are just desperate measures.''
Mark hums. ''What you said are somewhat right. They makes sense.''
''But.. ?'' You know there's more that he itches to say.
''But, as much as everyone deserves to be heard and understood, some are just born evil. Born without remorse for others. It'll surprise you how we encounter many people such them in our daily lives. So avoid thinking that criminals did what they've done because they had a traumatic and devastating life. You're unknowingly justifying the ends by their means, something you cannot do especially if the lives of innocents are on the line.''
It's unclear why Mark sounds firm and sure regarding of meeting the people he just talked about but since their existence is not exactly a secret from the whole world, you suppose he's correct.
Too caught up in your conversation, your feet reached the entrance of your dorm's building in no time. Turning around, you offer a cheeky smile at him. ''Thank heavens then that I don't need to worry about my safety.''
Mark returns your smile with a hearty scoff. He knows where this is going. ''Uh-huh, and why is that?''
''Because I have Spiderman as my best friend! You'll protect me, won't you spidey?'' Giggling, Mark nudges your arm as you walk side by side, resorting to shaking his head instead of joining your spiderman agenda.
Spiderman or not, Mark vows to himself to keep you away from the darkness of this world with all his might. He already lost his uncle, he couldn't afford to lose someone so dear to his heart once again.
The alarm blares loudly and pierces your ear drums, almost busting them yet you didn't make any effort of getting up. The ringing sounds extra loud today, though. Ah.. you don't really want to wake up. Your body shifts to a new position, hands searching where your phone lays.
Definitely, no one wants to wake up before the roosters crows in a weekend where you should be using all your time to rest in preparation of yet another tiring week.
Skin making a contact with the source of the sound, you didn't feel any vibration with it. Just as when you decided to go back to sleep and withstand the annoying ringing of the alarm, rapid knocks on your door overpowered the previous sound, effectively pulling you out of the borderline between dreamland and reality.
You sit up. ''Fuck--'' It is only then that you realized, the alarm isn't coming from your usual alarm clock. Instead, it is the fire alarm ringing and announcing the state of your building.
With panic taking over your emotions, your body moves fast. Getting all the things that you know is important before soaking a blanket in water, covering yourself with it, and finally running out to leaving your room. Tears pricks your eyes as you meet the fiery blaze engulfing the whole building, enclosing in with every blink and every breath you take. You step a few backwards, lips quivering as you try to ignore the scorching heat seeping through the wet blanket, threatening to burn your skin any minute. Your eyes wavers.
There's so many ways you could die but dying helplessly amidst of an arson is not what you fancy. A scream of horror couldn't even be used to express your fear, you remain quiet and whimpering despite the shivering of your body, arms hugging yourself.
Your doors shut close once again, your back leaning against it as you falls to the ground, drops of tears continuously running down your cheeks. The fire started from a floor below yours, or at least that's what it seemed like. Meaning you absolutely have no chance of escaping the flames unless you jump out of your window. Surely, you're somehow survive a fall from the 5th floor, right?
A rattle created somewhere in your house snaps you out of your nonlogical thoughts. Looking up, you don't know whether to believe your eyes or rub the surface of your orbs, taking a second look in case what you're seeing is just a figment of your imagination. Maybe you're slowly losing some screws in the head.
But the movement of the figure, jogging towards you, tells you otherwise. ''What the fuck.. ?''
It's real.
It's him.
It's Spiderman in the fucking flesh.
Once again, you are stolen from your trance by his arms gently pulling you up, steadying you. Without much of a warning, the superhero scoops you in his arms and flies out of the window. And holy fuck, does it scared the shit out of you that the fibers of your body started to scream nothing but hold on tight to the man who's swinging down the building with you.
The uncalled adventure ended before you could even processed that your building is currently burning down, you got stucked between the fire and now Spiderman just saved you. No one should be able to blame you if you take days to properly digest what just happened.
He stands before you for a few more seconds, as if raking down his eyes. You tilt your head when he nods and runs to save the others. ''The fuck.. ?'' For the nth of the day, you let out a curse.
Your brain is totally playing with you. There's no fucking way Spiderman helped you, made sure that you got no wounds slash you're safe and sound before nodding as if to assure himself. Johnny is gonna combust if he's to hear your story.
The comfort of the thick blanket engulfs your figure as you hold your cellphone and wallet in your hand. Sighing, you turn to Jaehyun who came to your aid at this goddamn hour. ''You don't really have to stay with me, Jay. Pretty sure this'll end in an hour or so, you can go back now.''
Stubbornly, the male shakes his head. ''Did you know how worried we are when we heard from Mark that your dorm was on fire? Johnny and Haechan almost even flew out of Busan just to make sure you're alright.''
''Dude, I'm really fine, I promise. I can manage this, just rest.''
His hand pushes your head lightly to lay on his shoulder. ''No, you rest.''
Giving up, you let yourself relax, leaning your weigh towards Jaehyun as you pull the blanket tighter around you. The dreamland train is ready to send you to your slumber when your eyes opens abruptly, realizing what Jaehyun just said.
''Jay?''
He hums.
''From whom did you heard about the fire again?''
''Uh.. Mark?''
''And where is he right now?''
''... Dunno, maybe he's somewhere that's why he couldn't come.''
Your silence tells Jaehyun you're not convinced by his reason.
He silently prays Mark doesn't kick his ass.
2 hours passed and you decided to make Jaehyun drop you off on Mark's place, opting to stay there until everything's alright back at your apartment. It is proven that the male's walls have nothing against your persistent whines as you now lay on Mark's bed, scrolling through your phone.
Ever since stepping a foot here few minutes ago, you didn't catch nor sense Mark's presence. In usual days, it's Mark who zooms from wherever he is to your place once the news of something happening to you reaches him. But today, it was Jaehyun instead.
Your thoughts ponders to where it has been circling earlier. A voice inside you says something you surprisingly don't find hard to believe. Maybe it was your best friend who found you first after all, just not in his signature beanie and all black outfit.
''That's dumb. I should stop joining Johnny and Jaehyun with their shenanigans.''
You must've gone crazy now that you're talking to yourself.
''What's so crazy about that? Doesn't everyone talks to themselves at least once? It's not like it's so bad. According to scientists, taking to yourself brings you comfort and such.''
Of course, that's bullshit. You hate reading anything that involves science.
''Mark is not the superhero who got bitten by a magical spider that turned him into a man who saves the people from fire and crimes. Mark is just your stupid of a best friend that thinks putting strawberries in a microwave is a good idea because he likes his fruits warm. Mark is your best friend who's scared of cockroaches so how come he's a hero whose powers came from a spider? Mark is not Spiderman--''
Wrong. Absolutely Wrong.
Your claims got debunked right after you lay them down. You're absolutely fucking wrong.
The superhero whom you got to meet earlier, now stands in front of you once again. Hissing at what seemed to be a burn, unaware of the other presence inside the room, the mask comes off of his head, revealing the face the media and government would pay billions of money to see.
All this time, the jokes that Johnny and Jaehyun threw weren't all bullshit. Because the moment Spiderman turns out, the familiar chestnut shade eyes meets yours, effectively stilling both of your figures.
Holy motherfucking shit.
Spiderman IS Mark Lee.
''...''
''...''
''...''
''... let's treat your burn first.''
The hero nods like a puppy.
''Ouch! At least dab it gently. I may have powers but immunity to stings isn't one of them, you know?'' That only pushes you to dab the cotton pad harder on his burnt skin, earning a yelp.
''You deserve that after hiding this secret from us for how many years.''
''Who said I hid it from all of you? Johnny and Jaehyun have known about this months ago.'' Your glare scares the superhero embarrassingly. To be fair, it's not like Mark intended to let the duo know. It was accidental.
''And you didn't even dare to tell me, your literal best friend?'' You know exactly why he didn't want to risk revealing his secret even with those he trusts the most, you just don't know how to properly mask the worry inside you.
Mark, instead, smirks. ''Just say you're worried, it's not that bad to admit it, you know?'' He's right.
Your finger fumbles the cotton, eyes staring deeply to Mark's as you weigh the outcomes if you say the very sentence that lays at the tip of your tongue. The hem of your shirt moves, courtesy of Mark of playing with them.
Fuck it.
No one knows who leans in to who, all you know is that you desire to take more than the heat coming from Mark's tongue on yours. His arm wraps around your waist, flipping your position so you would be the one to lay on the bed, hovering your figure as his kisses travels down to your neck. Whimpers escapes your lips, hand threading the brown strands while the other feels the firm chest through his suit.
Your clothes soon flies to god knows where, the chilly wind bites through your bare skin but the flames of Mark's tongue licking every surface he can eases it. The lips comes back to meet yours one more time, devouring every area that he can reach. It's nothing like you expected to experience from Mark.
It's fierce, hot, and needy.
Wet sounds of kissing echoes through the silence of the room, rustling clothes accompanying it as Mark takes off his suit.
Fingers ghosting over the line that serves as an entrance to your core, your breath hitches. They entered Mark's mouth first, sucking and licking before pulling them out full of saliva just for the show. Finally dipping inside you, a sigh couldn't help but to be let out. It's deep, something you're unable to do whenever you're left to fend for yourself.
Mark gets on it, inserting one after another with little rest in between until he feels you're stretched enough for him. You pant, the angry red tip touching and tracing the line of your pussy, enough to send you desperate. So desperate that you whine and grinds your hips upwards to meet his length.
Caging you in his embrace, Mark's lips stays on yours as his cock slowly but smoothly slides past your opening, the veins rubbing along your walls enough to receive a quiet moan from you. There's a slight sting caused by the stretched of Mark's girthy dick but that's what you wanted, for it to hurt even a bit. In order for you could feel Mark fully.
''Good?''
''So good.''
Mark chuckles, observing your facial expression as he makes circles with his hips, hand caressing your sides in a comforting way. When he senses that you've gotten used to his cock sliding in and out of your entrance, he with no doubts quickens his pace. He starts fucking.
Screams of his name along with vulgar profanity fills the apartment, loud skin slapping fuelling the hunger for release. ''More, more, more-- fuck, Mark, please.''
The male grunts. God, just your calls of his name is enough to make him come. It takes him a lot of self-control to prevent his climax from raining on him quickly. With the determination of bringing you over the edge, his hips snaps harder, harsher and faster.
The way his tip gets caught on your walls before fully pulling out is hypnotizing. Hands gripping the pillow beside your head, Mark changes his angle a bit and that's when you scream his name loud enough for the neighbors to complain tomorrow. Mercilessly, Mark's bulbous tip jabs on your spot dead on continuously, giving you no time to catch some air.
His mouth attaches to your skin as he paints it with love bruises, a remembrance of your activity. ''Aah, shit-- are you close, baby? Are you gonna come around my cock? Tighten your-- fuck-- walls around me until I can't fucking-- aah-- breathe?''
You nod, chanting his name like a mantra as you plead him to bring you the mind numbing pleasure. Scratching his back, nails digging and creating crescent moon shapes on his skin-- Mark finds himself only getting closer to coming. His fingers wraps themselves around your wrist, placing your palm on the expanse of his neck. Mark groans when he feels the pleasuring grip on the sides of his throat, eyes rolling to the back as the perfect press sends him to his peak.
With your walls pulsating around him, white cream creating a customized ring for his cock, Mark thrusts once, twice, trice and a few more before he pulls out. Ribbons of white makes itself known on your stomach through the warmth it radiates. His head is thrown to the back as his mouth falls apart, moaning your name.
Minutes passes by and it was only then that Mark came to his senses, laying carefully beside you. Despite just having his cock inside you not long ago, Mark visibly stills when you wrap your arms around his waist. You chuckle.
''Any secrets you have that you want to tell me?'' Whispering against his shoulder, Mark gains the courage of placing his arm to hug you side ways. He smiles, staring at the ceiling.
''If I didn't know any better, I'd say that smiles means you like me.''
''Well, do you?''
''Do I what?''
''Know better.''
Giggles of happiness echoes the bedroom.
It is night and your heels clicking the floor is heard along the quiet alley. You purses your lips, hands buried in the pockets of your jacket to hide from the freezing cold of the night. Eyes remaining to the ground, you steps comes to a halt when you sense another presence just behind you.
The shadow shows an upside down figure of someone, a strange yet familiar way. You turn around with no fear, smile of adore dawning your face as the sight of your boyfriend waiting greets you.
''Hi,'' Softly, you caress his upside down face. ''The people are waiting for you to save them, spidey.''
''Can I get my good luck? So I'd know someone is waiting for me to get back home?'' Chuckle rumbles on your chest as you pinch his cheek.
Your fingers tugs the hem of his mask, enough to reveal the naturally red yet slightly chapped lips that you love. Pressing a loving kiss, you hoped that Mark was able to decipher all the feelings you've put.
''Can I tell you a secret?''
You didn't wait a respond from him.
''I love you.''
You peck his lips.
''So damn much.''
You fix his mask and ensure that it wouldn't slip off of him.
''Be careful while saving the world, will you? I wouldn't know what to do if I lose mine.''
With one last kiss through the fabric of his mask, Mark vows that after helping the people, he will come back safely-- to his very own home, his own world.
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i have this fascination with price. hes sort of this unsulliable steel, consistently to nearly always making the (as the games frame it) correct decisions, even when hes playing fast and loose with the law. his plans always work, hes never truly failed in the sense of real negative consequences for a choice (until 3 but 3 was badly written and i did not like it). hes always (in the game's framing) right. he never shows a moment of weakness.
i love him ❤ i want to see him suffer
i want him to make an objectively wrong choice. i want that choice to have consequences that shake his steady foundations and rock him to his core. i want him to fail. is that weird? i want him to lose control of his carefully maintained stony exterior. i want to see that side of him that is barely acknowledged to be genuinely explored.
i know people justify it by saying hes a military captain in a ridiculously tough branch to get into, so of course hes like that, but in real life those guys are just as human as the rest of us, just as capable of mistakes and taking fat Ls and making poor decisions.
I do love his character, he is my blorbo, i just want to put him in a jar and shake him real hard. is that weird?
Deadass, when I heard what happens in mw3 (still haven't gotten around to watching it, I'm fond of my brain cells and I feel like it'll kill some of them)--my first thought was that they should've killed Price.
Price is always barely restraining himself but he manages to keep himself in check for the most part. I imagine he's learned the hard way that if he lets his feelings dictate his actions then a lot of people get hurt.
Gaz and Soap, however, do not have the benefit of his experience. Ghost does, but he doesn't wield authority like Price's, and I have the feeling that he believes the Price keeps him in check (in his origin comics, he has frequent nightmares in which he assaults and murders people, because he went through months of classical conditioning in captivity).
So, let's say Mak shoots Price dead instead. Suddenly there's no one there to guide the surviving 141. Suddenly the wealth of experience he had to offer, the instincts for warfare that he honed over decades, is gone. Gaz loses his mentor. Ghost loses the man who holds his leash. Soap loses the one commanding officer he had any faith in.
Can you feel how that would raise the stakes exponentially? Price's influence, throughout the reboot, has kept everyone in line. He knows how to break the rules effectively while minimizing the consequences. He knows how to ignore distractions. He is ruthlessly efficient, without being brutal. The other three just do not have those skills. They are not capable of doing what Price does. They have neither the experience (in Gaz and Soap's case) nor the disposition (in Ghost's case).
Price dying would send shockwaves through the 141--through the entire cast--in ways that Soap's death just does not. Soap should have been the one in Shepherd's office with a silenced gun, because assassinating a FUCKING FOUR STAR AMERICAN GENERAL IN THE PENTAGON!!!!! Is not what an experienced captain in the SAS would do, no matter how he feels!!!!!! That is what a sergeant with more aptitude than sense and an overwhelming feeling of rage and loss would do!!!!!!
Aaaaand this is a rant nearly completely unrelated to what you were talking about lol. Sorry. I do want to see that old man suffer don't get me wrong. It's just that the suffering he's been set up for now, in canon, is SO MUCH BULLSHIT.
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A Memory or Me (Pt 3/3)
Sam Winchester x Reader
You and Sam finally talk
You and the boys were in a motel in Corpus Christi Texas. You'd helped Garth wrap up a hunt in New Mexico a few days before and was actually without an active case.
Sam had wanted two adjoining rooms but when the receptionist told you there was one room left you took it. At least it had two beds.
“Sure you don't want Sam to share with you?” You asked Dean from where you sat cross legged in the center of one of the beds. You and him both had already showered and was just waiting for Sam to get out.
He'd been laying down but sat up at your words “Did something happen?” You shook your head and he didn't seem convinced “You've been acting off since we were at Bobby's. Now are you gonna tell me while it's just us or should I keep pushing until Sam joins us too?”
You shouldn't admit it to Dean, you knew that yet once he asked the truth spilled out of you “I love him Dean and I heard the two of you talking at Bobby's. He doesn't love me because I'm not soft and gentle. I can't compete with a ghost Dean. I won't” you tried not to let tears escape but when the first few fell Dean was on his feet pulling you up into a hug “Come on now Y/N. It's not like that I swear”
After a moment you pulled back to look up at him “He told her he loved her five months in. We're now at thirteen months. I never should've thought I could compete with a memory. I've tried to tone myself down, not be as much but it's not working. I can't keep doing this”
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About that time the bathroom door opened. You looked back to see Sam standing there looking between you and his brother “What's going on?” You could see a flash of possible jealousy in his she's until Dean dropped his arms from around you and said“She's upset. I was checking on her”
Sam nodded and looked at you “Baby, why are you upset” “It's stupid” you tried but Dean cut his eyes at you “No its not”
You begged him with your eyes to let it go but instead he blurted out “She thinks you don't love her” Sam's eyes flicked from Dean to you so fast it was damn near comical “What?”
“You two are gonna talk. I'm gonna go sleep in baby” Dean announced. “That's not fair to you” you told him trying to avoid the hurt you saw in Sam's eyes but he shook his head “No, you and Sam are the most important people to me. Figure it out I'll see you come morning”
You watched him walk out then turned back towards Sam. He motioned at the door “So are you gonna talk to me or just my older brother?” You took a deep breath “I know you don't love me because I'm not housewife material. I'm not Jess” “Is that what you think?”
You nodded feeling tears spring to your eyes. Damn you never cried like this. Sam was quickly in front of you pulling you into his arms “Don’t cry baby please”
You buried your face into his chest. You loved him so damn much it hurt “I love you Sam but I know I won't ever compare to Jess” he gently pulled you back from his chest and leaned down just enough to look you in the eyes “You're right. You're nothing like Jess”
A few more tears slipped free of your eyes and he quickly brushed them away “But I don't want you to be like Jess. Yeah I loved her but not the way I love you and by the way I do love you Y/N. You make me so damn happy. After her, I thought I was done. That I'd never let anyone in ever again. But you...you walked right in without even knocking. And I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. Yes you're a hurricane but I don't mean that badly. I mean you're strong, you're unpredictable, you're beautiful and deadly when pushed but you're gentle in your own way. How you help the vics after hunts, the way you make sure Bobby's house is clean and he has meals in the freezer any time we go through. The way you make sure me and Dean eat regularly and drink actual water sometimes. You're the perfect balance in this insane life of mine and you make it so much better. I love you please don't ever doubt that”
You knew he was being genuine from the look in his eyes. He was panicked that you wouldn't believe him and hurting that you'd thought that to begin with “Will you just kiss me Sam?” The smile that slipped onto his face was nothing short of gorgeous “Never think you have to ask me just tell me to kiss you” then he pulled you into a kiss.
The next morning Sam was half asleep when he heard the door of the motel open and quickly pulled the blanket up over your bare body before glaring at Dean who stood in the doorway with a broad grin “I see you two made up” “Get out Dean” he warned but Dean simply laughed “I'm gonna go pick up breakfast”
The door shut behind Dean and Sam looked down to see you looking up at him “He's an ass but means well” he nodded “He's forgiven because once again he pushed us to where we need to be” you laughed lightly “One day He's gonna cash in on us owing him” Sam laughed and pulled you into a kiss “That's for another day. I love you” you smiled “I love you too. Now let's go grab a quick shower before he gets back with food”
@lacilou @fullbelieverheart @prettydeaneyes
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any new Star Wars essays in the making, or are you moving on?
I don't know, honestly.
Part of it is "life gets in the way," I'm working a lot and so whatever time I have left is spent just messing around or meeting with my loved ones.
I've got a bunch of stuff in my drafts. I don't mind sharing it here, most recent to oldest:
Sort of a joke post of me pointing out how stressful being George Lucas' producer must've been, like this guy really DIDN'T WANT to write his fucking scripts, did he? Poor Rick McCallum. Abandoned because who gives a crap.
'Ask' reply on how EU-fueled fandom perception of the Jedi was flipped by the prequels.
'Ask' reply about the themes in Ahsoka and why the show doesn't know what it's about. Problem is, I go about it starting from the basics, so nobody's gonna sit through reading a tematic breakdown of the first Pirates of the Carribean movie, The Batman and the original six Star Wars films before I even get to the show at hand.
"Part II" post about what Ahsoka, Rebels and TCW get right about lightsaber duels, which the Prequels never did.
Quote collection & analysis on just how complex the Prequels were meant to be (in the late 80s, Lucas intimated that the Sequels were the story that was supposed to have gray morality, not the Prequels)
Quote collection on how the themes and principles of Star Wars align with Lucas' own opinions and philosophies.
Quote collection on Lucas defining Anakin's flaws.
Quote collection on Lucas talking about the fact that we need to be more proactive, which aligns with what Lumi points out sometimes about the Jedi: they should've been more politically engaged because we all should be.
Why I approach Lucas as "word of god".
Personal life/joke-y post dating from the time of the WGA strike about how Jack Black's School of Rock lyrics "In his heart he knew, the artist must be true, but the legend of the rent was way past due!" applied to me. Abandoned because I didn't wanna bum everyone out.
Correcting the notion that Dark Times-era Jedi such as Kanan or Ezra or Ahsoka represent what Jedi were supposed to be.
A comprehensive end-all outlook on how Anakin's flaws all tie together. I've written this one twice and I don't know how to differentiate it from my other posts.
A secret "Part 3" to my TLJ Luke post, in which I point out that RJ's being too "indie", while being a strong point for a big chunk of the film, hampers the film's ability to make Luke feel as badass as he does on paper. I want to illustrate a storyboard for this one, but that takes time.
The evolution of Star Wars' approach to transmedia.
Debunking Star Wars myths: a (very) comprehensive outlook on children in the Jedi Order.
Problem is that only like 2/3rds of these are fully-written... and I still need to find the relevant clips, turn them into GIFs, etc etc.
There's many other interesting Asks in my inbox btw. But I'm already behind on all these, so I haven't begun to touch them.
Then there's the drawings.
I wanna draw a comic of the meeting between Yoda and Dooku in Dark Rendezvous. I wanna finish the comic fight between Maul and Ben. I wanna draw Mace, Shaak Ti, I've got a Luminara fan-art that was supposed to be ready for Jedi June 2022 and an Anakin drawing that looks weird. No time, nor am I skilled enough.
(Like, I trace, that's what I do, it's not a secret I've said so before... but it takes me a long while to do so. I'm not fast at drawing, let alone coloring.)
I could commission some of these, but there are obvious obstacles there.
There's fun tidbits I've discovered here and there but nobody will care about them and I usually try to not drown my blog with bs posts.
Then there's the bigger problem.
All the things I've listed above? I'm not 100% motivated to finish. But a lot of the new stuff I wanna write about is hella negative.
I had a lot of stuff I wanted to say about Ahsoka. But it wasn't all good. It was mostly me bitching, be it about the show or the fandom's reactions to it.
I've also got more stuff to say about Filoni's take on Star Wars, but I've talked about why it's inaccurate like 8 times already, and I don't actually dislike the guy, like there's plenty of things he knows and does that I think are awesome but also people won't stop putting him and his takes on a pedestal and--
oh shit, there's Acolyte too, I forgot about that, gray morality galore, here we come. But here too, like... I've talked a couple of times about why this entire gray morality thing is actually just the gen X-ers trying to make the prequels "cool" and "complex". but I've never explored properly, with quotes and research and shit. but i've talked about it so many times that at this point it'd end up like the Filoni rants, redundant. "we get it already." as if this show didn't have haters lined round the block for absolutely sexist reasons.
Don't get me started on the mountain of lies and/or idiocy that is the YouTuber Star Wars Theory.
And yet he said one thing a few months ago which struck a chord within me and it's the fact that Andor is awesome, excels on all levels because it's treated seriously, like a proper show, not a Disney Plus one... why wasn't Obi-Wan Kenobi? Why wasn't Book of Boba Fett? And I've already established multiple times that I enjoyed Kenobi (yes, including the Reva parts) and I've established that I know what they were going for in Fett and I've established that this is mainly a "Disney Plus didn't know how to structure a fucking show pre-WGA strike" issue more than anything else... but when I think about how these could've been treated instead? When I look at the characterizations and emotional stakes of like Fargo Season 5? It's infuriating. Because it's not bad (talking about Kenobi, BOBF is awful)... but it could've been EXCELLENT and instead it was just "okay" to "good".
I just miss live action lightsaber duels, man. Like, good ones.
and i dunno. maybe I should just let it rip on all this. "go off, king!"
but I think there's so much negativity re: Star Wars that adding my thoughts on these subjects, no matter how structured and reason, will just blend into a wave of needless, un-constructive hate.
maybe I should finish the writings in the drafts and just post them with no gifs, maybe just still images?
but doing any of that feels like a step back.
So that's where I'm at right now.
#just noticed#started this post spelling it “I don't know” and ended it by spelling it “I dunno”#there's all you need to know about where i am right now#sw negativity#i guess?#bummed everyone out after all
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Heyyy, I finally saw the Marvels with my family! OH MY GOD, what a truly unhinged movie. I was fighting for my life for most of it, just basically being like:
What do you think of it as a movie, btw?? There’s so much I like, from the singing planet, to Kamala and her entire family, to the scene where all the Flerkens eat the entire ship(!!). It’s incredibly ballsy — but also, WOW there’s some stuff I don’t like. It’s so goddamn fast paced that nothing has time to breathe, the villain is not very interesting, and I think the way the fight scenes are shot makes the CGI really hard to look at… in terms of looks from the original to this, it’s like comparing Spy Kids to Spy Kids 3-D: Game Over. Oof.
But I still had a LOT of fun, and I don’t really regret it. It’s probably still better than the Flash on account of pure dignity — and I guess to someone who knows these characters better than I do, I suppose the logic of the film makes more sense? My dad was confused by Kamala’s ability to use her powers without the bangles, and I still haven’t seen Ms. Marvel yet… so I might need an explanation on that myself. 😅
I liked the movie! I thought it was fun. Carol, Kamala, and Monica's dynamic was so much fun to watch, and every scene with Fury and the Khans cracked me up! Goose was amazing, too.
But yes, the movie could've been a lot better. I do think they could've added 15 or so more minutes because, like you said, it was so fast and had no time to breathe. I was kind of annoyed that the movie sort of glossed over Carol restarting a sun because that's a HUGE thing to do. Thor (temporarily) did the same thing in Infinity War, and it was rightly treated as a feat of strength, but the movie barely focuses on Carol (permanently) doing the same thing. It's like, "Oh, by the way, Carol restarted the sun. Moving on."
Yeah, the villain is BORING. I really don't know why they went with Dar-Benn, but I guess the problem is that Carol doesn't have many notable villains, and the ones she does have are related to the X-Men, like Rogue, Mystique, and Deathbird, so the MCU couldn't use them. Or they already used what villains she does have in the first movie, like Ronan the Accuser, Yon-Rogg, and the Supreme Intelligence. But I still think they could've used the Brood, Nitro, or Moonstone rather than Dar-Benn. Or even adapted a version of the Kree-Skrull War since I don't think the MCU is going to do it. And if they wanted to use the Quantum Bands (which are basically the Nega-Bands from the comics), they could've made Genis-Vell the villain (who would've turned good) since he's Mar-Vell's son and wields the Nega-Bands in the comics. Basically, there are many more interesting villains they could've chosen than Dar-Benn, or they should've written her better.
The logic of the film does not make sense to me at all; I just took it at face value. I still don't understand Kamala's origin or her abilities, and I've watched Ms Marvel. I think they've overly complicated her origin, and I still don't know what her mutant power is.
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This was a request I got a bit ago from a lovely follower that I cannot seem to find the username of :((( But I hope you're able to find this and enjoy it!! This won't be entirely game accurate for the sake of story length, but I hope I do the prompt justice nonetheless <3
The Monastery
Pairing: Astarion x Tav(m)
Rating: 18+, Minors DNI
POV: 2nd person
Warnings: Angst, death, crying, game spoilers
Your legs almost don't move fast enough, the once grand creche falling down behind you in a cloud of dust and debris that shrouds you and your companions. Bodies collide with the ground around you, the screams of the Githyanki still left inside becoming muffled after the final rocks tumble. Silence. The air around you is thick with dirt and death. Obtaining the Blood of Lathander was no simple feat, and clearly reaped some extremely heavy consequences. The massive weapon facing toward the building should've been a sign to maybe not mess with the the monastery's contents, but the idea of the mace was entirely too tempting to pass up. The enchanted mace's light surrounds you in a soft yellow glow as you stare up at the sky, blinking through the dust. A heavy sigh heaves itself from your chest and you sit up from where your body had fallen, absorbing your surroundings and taking inventory of your party. Gale. Shadowheart. Yourself. Astar-
"Where is Astarion?!"
Your voice is hoarse. Pained with the thought of what could have happened to the vampire spawn. Gale scrambles to his feet, coughing from the particles still floating around the atmosphere, rushing to your side as you drop to your knees in a pathetic display. The damage is catastrophic. The Monastery now a massive pile of cinders and collapsed corridors. Had you known what exactly would happen from you stealing the weapon, you'd have been more inclined to ditch your efforts in obtaining it and been on your way to the mountain pass. The hole in the ground pales in comparison to the hole in your heart from your new realization. Astarion is gone. Caught in the rockslide. And it's your fault. He warned you of the cataclysmic danger of taking the coveted mace. Told you to just leave it behind. I should've listened. Gods, I should've listened!
Tears sting in the corners of your eyes and your head falls back between your shoulders, a strained sob escaping your burning lungs. Sorrow rips straight through the middle of your chest like a newborn Gnoll. Sharp. Angry. Lethal. Gale clings to you tightly to keep you steady, head turning to look at Shadowheart for some sort of guidance. Shadowheart's eyes lower to the ground as the cleric rests on her knees, fighting back her own tears. She's just as lost as he is. After a moment of reflection, it's almost as if a torch lights a fire under Gale's arse and he stumbles to stand, hands fumbling for the small pack he keeps on his back. Potion bottles and scrolls scatter the ground around the two of you, the seemingly never-ending supply of random trinkets and parchment almost comical. Then he finds it. A small scroll with both ends wrapped toward the middle.
"A Scroll of Revivify!"
"We.. Have to have his body for that to work, Gale.."
Shadowheart's tone is somber and quiet, the cleric moving to sit next to your trembling frame. Soothing arms wrap themselves around your torso as you grieve. Warm tears stain your hot cheeks as you sob into your hands, fingernails scratching at the skin just above your eyebrows. How could you let this happen? You're supposed to be the fearless leader. Your earth shattering cries make it increasingly harder to focus their thoughts. Gale tuts. His pack hits the ground with a thud and he starts toward the rubble in an act of heroism that Gale isn't typically known for. Another cough chokes the wizard as he wades his way into the smoke, forearm coming up to shield his eyes from the assault, the cloud devouring his shape. You and Shadowheart wait with baited breath. Minutes pass, feeling like hours.
"I've got him! A little help, please?"
Gale emerges from the settling dust, Astarion's limp body held up in his arms. Your legs react before your brain and you hurry to your feet, running with a speed you've never known to assist Gale in carrying Astarion to safety. His eyes are dull and lifeless. Arms and legs mangled by the fallen concrete and brick. Lifelessness making his body stiff and colder than usual. You brush his hair away from his still open eyes, as if he'd the need to see his surroundings.
"We've got you, Star.. We've got you.."
Bottom lip quivering uncontrollably, you help Gale lower the lifeless spawn to the ground, taking care to adjust his limbs to his sides. Gale hurries for the scroll and opens it up, reads over the words a few times, and takes a deep breath. The air around you seems to stand still, blood pumping in your ears. Gale holds his hands out over Astarion's corpse, eyes glowing an electrifying purple, scleras and irises burning bright like the Netherese Orb itself. Magic sizzles through the filthy atmosphere, zapping the atoms and particles of dirt around you. Your hair stands on end. White light engulfs Astarion's corpse. With the delivery of a quick incantation, Astarion coughs loudly, chest heaving from the force of life. A careful hand moves into his soft white hair and you blink down at him. "S-Star..?" The spawn hurries to his feet, wobbling for a moment while he finds the feeling of his legs and the ground beneath him once more. His eyebrows knit together. Bright red eyes shoot in your direction and the intensity of his gaze nearly stops your heart.
"What in the sweet hells were you thinking, activating that lance? I was right there! Gods, do you have any idea how much that hurt?"
His tone is sharp like his daggers, cutting through you with a viciousness you've never heard him use before. Not on you, anyway. Sitting on your knees, you lower your head.
"S-Sorry.. I'll be more careful next time. Astarion.. I'm so sorry."
Guilt bubbles up like bile in your throat and you swallow hard. Tears threaten your eyes once more and you quickly lose the battle, droplets falling onto your cheeks and down your neck, leaving little trails through the dust and grime stuck to your skin. Gale and Shadowheart keep to themselves, checking their packs for supplies while you and Astarion speak. The delivery of your apologies makes Shadowheart snicker quietly and Gale shoves her shoulder with his own to quiet her. She can't help it. Something about Astarion's temper is entirely too funny to her. The spawn hisses, shaking his finger in your direction.
"Next time? No, no, no, if there is a 'next time', I'll be the one aiming the all powerful weapon. Thank you."
"I-I should've listened.."
Shaking hands reach out to touch the spawn's leg, the child-like nature of your crying making you crawl to him and cling to his scuffed boot. His arms lift out of your way in shock, eyes softening at your obvious shame and guilt. He sighs heavily and pats the back of your head for a moment out of pity. The affectionate display makes him uncomfortable and he chews on his bottom lip for a moment. You lift your head to meet his eyes and he grimaces. Tears and snot soil the entirety of your face, your bottom lip quivering still. Words cannot describe how sorry you are to him, and you rack your brain searching for the right things to say. Had you been more cautious.. Had you just listened to him for once, none of this would have happened. "I'm so sorry.." is all you can muster now. Over and over again. His resolve disintegrates at your quiet pleas for forgiveness. Shaking his head, he pulls you to your feet. His hands meet your shoulders, smoothing the dirt from your armor.
"I do appreciate you trying to fix your mistake. Just don't do it again."
With a solemn nod, you lower your head in shame. Astarion places his hands on his hips and shifts his weight to one foot, eyes moving around his surroundings. He quirks an eyebrow at the still giggling Shadowheart and exhales heavily, a single white curl falling into his eyes.
"Now, shall we go? Or do you have any other chaos to unleash here?"
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thoughts on the ironhide storyline?
Knights of the Golden Circle: the Atomic Robo arc so peak that it's singled out in the site preview blurb.
Well, I'm assuming you mean that, and there isn't an Ironhide RSA I missed. (I'd read it! I prefer the spinoff genre characters to the real-person teams, which may defeat the purpose of the title Real Science Adventures, but whatever.)
"Thoughts." That's vague. Well, I love the bonkers set-up. There are other arcs that can absolutely only be done once (Ghost of Station X, Savage Sword of Dr. Dinosaur, Vengeful Dead), but only this one has the quality of Brian + Scott leaning in like "Okay. We know. We swore that causality is sacred and there will be NO time shenanigans, and that's STILL true. But just this once we're going to bend our own rule slightly, because we really, really, really want our robot to get to be a cowboy. Thanks for understanding."
The art's fantastic. I'm glad this one made it under the wire for the era of pencil-lined Robo volumes because the subtle textures really complete the grungy dusty look. The colors, too. Robo's electric blue and vril's crystalline pink stand out like alien intrusions in the sepia-toned world. Mwah.
My first time reading, I felt like it was a cop-out on the stable time loop to make Ironhide real in his own right. But since then my opinion has reversed! It cultivates a real air of Old West legend for Robo to be preceded by whispers of a reputation so shrouded in mystery that he doesn't even know it. I now actually think it should've taken Robo until maybe his dozenth public superhuman feat to realize I May Be Contributing To The Legend Somewhat.
Robo's initial interest in Ironhide strikes me as a riff on kids latching onto representation in comics. Especially when characters "like you" are stereotyped or absent, so you imprint on someone who isn't supposed to be like you, but represents your personal experience way more. But I'm probably projecting there.
Paradoxically to my RSA opinions, I like historical cameos in Robo proper. Holliday + Reeves + Robo are a really fun trio. Helsie is a fine "final boss", but I'm glad more time was spent on Caldwell's gang to get our fill of saloon shootouts and train chases first.
As an aside—pulps have a tendency to pick a villain from an "anti-American" political group with little thought put toward their underlying ideologies. (Which is how you get "our blonde superhuman can out-punch the Nazi ubermensch, so there" and incoherent Soviet/Nazi team-ups.) I point this out to say that the writing in Robo is generally better than that. It may tiptoe around historical politics a little (Helsingard is a Nazi collaborator, the Knights used to be Confederates), but the pulpy cyborg plot keeps at least one throughline: these were people in the human trafficking business for power and profit. And of the legends of the old west, Bass Reeves would have some very strong convictions about that.
Honestly a weakness here is that the story gives you a lot of hints in place of explanations and just trusts you'll work it out. Like the FIFTEEN YEAR timeskip. I only NOW, writing this, realized that the dates on the wall (which make no sense as "where am I in history?" guesses) are probably reactor lifespan calculations.
It's a better problem to have than agonizing infodumps or actual plot holes, but in some cases I liked my initial assumptions better than the real answers! Like, I first thought he was using his own heart to power his gadgets, and that's what was killing him so fast. Would've been metal if true. (I guess he did rebuild himself to make that possible later.)
Well, even minus that. It's a tasty cowboy trope for the protagonist to know they're already dying (or I've just listened to Streets of Laredo too many times) and a great time travel trope for the ending to be a foregone conclusion and our protagonist to still fight like hell to the bitter end. Yesssss.
In a way, this is already how readers experience the historical stories, trying to piece together the cost for this preordained victory with scraps of historical knowledge and faith that it will all make sense eventually. But this time Robo's in on it, too.
#atomic robo#But enough about me anon. What do YOU think#no really. I have like 1.5 friends who know this comic. Every time I reread it I'm mostly just grinning maniacally to myself
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Some headcanons I have for Jason Todd (Red Hood)
⚠ this does include nsfw and sensitive topics that could trigger someone so please if you're not into that or whatever, leave. and don't sue me. some of these are also from different storylines/comics 😟
• Jay has discolored skin from dying, especially around his eyes and his ribs.
• he names his guns and cleans them after every mission he has, he calls them his "babies"
• (TW) Jay has sh scars from the times he remembered something bad in a detailed view. (the time bruce beat the shit out of him, told him he was worthless and that he should've never believed in him, times he couldn't save innocent people as robin because he was too slow, etc.)
• nothing can distract him from the book he's reading. Somebody could be ripping his hair out and he still wouldn't let his eyes leave the page
• he does NOT have a b0ndage k!nk because it reminds him of the joker having him tied to a chair during what happened.
• he has a hard time breathing and carries an inhaler with him in his pocket/belt because of the damage that was done to his lungs before he died. the Lazarus Pit didn't heal his lungs all the way because there was too much done to them and it wasn't acknowledged as a hurt organ.
• he also smoked as robin because of all the stress both bruce and dick put on his shoulders
• he loves going fast and has been pulled over for speeding many, MANY times. he also loves going fast in other situations, such as sussy wussy times and in general because he's an impatient bitch
• ^ with that, he's a roadrager. he screams at people who go to slow for him, get too close to him, try to "race" him, all of that shit. if there's anyone with him, I feel very bad for them coz they must be embarrassed 💀
• Jay dyed his white streak different colors to support his fruity friend and to raise awareness for different things. he did it in the first place because he lost a bet to Tim at one point and the punishment was to dye it pink.
• he listens to AC/DC, Metallica, etc. to get himself pumped up or does it on solo missions when he has time. he loves metal (this is canon btw)
• he has scars on his hands/fingers from digging himself out of his grave and punching a lot of people/things without gloves on
• he has a scar up the side of his torso that leans into the middle of his stomach from stealing the Batmobile while bruce was away and getting ejected in the middle of Gotham without fucking protection
• he has a gun k!nk. I dunno, he just does.
• before he died he had a secret PH account on the batcomputer (I'm sure you know where this is going), after he came back he found it years later and still uses it. he has one video uploaded and he's 99% bruce and his siblings found it.
• he still bakes cookies with Alfred whenever he gets the chance. he loves his home-baked chocolate chip cookies that come straight from the oven and will delete anyone from existence to have them
• he kissed roy at least a few times, mostly when he was drunk though. second time it happened, roy was sober and jason almost gave him a heart attack with an unplanned makeout session at the bar. roy hasn't said shit about it and never will.
• he has pictures from when he tried dick's discowing suit on when he was younger, he keeps it framed and hung up on the wall despite the embarrassment.
• he's built like a brick but his scars are really sensitive to the touch, sometimes he has issues putting clothes on due to his whole back tingling at once.
#dc robin#dc incorrect quotes#jason todd headcanon#batfam headcanons#dc comics#lgbt#source: tumblr#jason todd#red hood#headcanon#titans hbo#red hood and the outlaws#arsenal#roy harper#dick grayson#nightwing#tim drake#red robin#2 am ramblings
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read the comic for the first time
so, bear in mind that I read the comic AFTER I watched the movie. so, yes, I am biased. very much so. sorry LMAO
SPOILERS FOR BOTH THE MOVIE AND THE NOVEL BELOW!!
that being said, here are my thoughts!
storytelling:
I feel like I could TELL it was written originally on tumblr. the plot just felt like it wasn't planned at all, and like the story was built on vibes alone
it kinda felt almost- rushed? like, it very very much FELT like a webcomic, and though it wasn't that bad a feeling, it was strange for a hard copy
that being said, I think I ruined it for myself a little cause I read it all way too fast. sneaking chapters in the middle of precalc may not have been my best decision.
characters:
ballister definitely was more Villainous
he demonstrated a more malicious intelligence which was cool!
meanwhile in the movie he's so all over the place and just a dumb gay man which is equally a vibe imo
still cared a lot about ambrosius
this is also true vice versa
it's like that scene in the movie were ambrosius is like "I'll hunt down ballister" but he did that to protect him, while in the novel ballister is all "if anyone will kill ambrosius, it'll be me" but he also did that to protect him
ambrosius was so dumb I wanted to punch him /pos
"let's fight because that is my job!" sir get your silly ass hair out of here
I'm kidding I am not going to diss The Hair
kinda living for the more complex and messy goldenheart. love the soft vibes of the movie though. both are good alternatives.
nimona was standard grade nimona. no surprises. different genre of trauma, but still our nimona
in terms of character design, movie has gotta win for me.
this being said, I am south asian and VERY partial towards ballister's design
and east asian ambrosius is absolutely amazing
but The Hair. ambrosius's hair was awesome in the book. I wouldn't say the movie "nerfed" it or "ruined" it, I just think it's different and ties into his backstory better
and realistically, a knight wouldn't have very long hair and if they did, they'd have to tie it back
I'm biased for asians what can I say
plot:
what do you MEAN ballister technically killed nimona??? what the HELL???
really liked the ending though
I feel like ambrosius didn't redeem himself as well as he should've considering his blEW UP BALLISTER'S ARM
I actually assumed that goldenheart would be pre-established in the novel like it was in the movie and was shocked when it turned out to just be implied
overall? I liked the movie better! but I'm also biased as hell and I saw the movie first and I sped through the novel, and I already had most of it spoiled for me LMAO
that being said, the novel was AWESOME and I actually loaned it from a friend and I'm considering buying a copy for myself! great book, would absolutely recommend to everyone
-Storm
#nimona#nimona webcomic#nimona 2023#ballister blackheart#ballister boldheart#ambrosius goldenloin#ballister x ambrosius#please don't come after me
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What are your thoughts on Sonic Superstars as a whole?
I liked it! It's simple and fun, it serves its purpose as a classic game and captures the feel of the 2D main titles well in a cool new 3D way in gameplay, controls, music, plot, animation, etc. Definitely prefer Mania, especially since I replayed it earlier in the year to refresh myself on it but that doesn't mean it's bad in comparison like some are saying. It holds up against all the other classic games well, I think, so I consider that a win.
I had fun with it. I had to play single player but I feel it would've been a little more enjoyable on multi because it definitely felt like some parts were designed with it in mind, such as the length of the bosses and how much damage they can take, as I can imagine it would've been over in seconds if four players were all fighting it at once if they hadn't. True or not, some feel they drag on a little too much on single player.
The bosses ranged from enjoyable to frustratingly difficult because of how long they were. I can imagine that isn't so much of a problem with multiple players. The actual stages were almost too easy in comparison, they lacked the challenge Mania constantly offered but it made for nice relaxed gameplay in comparison where I could just sit back and enjoy, (which I'd been wanting after the nightmare difficulty of Final Horizon lol) so it's not terrible.
The Eggman themed stages like Pinball Carnival, Press Factory, and Egg Fortress included basically all my favorites and that's not even just my bias, they were the most fun for me gameplay wise too- and they also looked really fucking cool. I always love when Eggman's love for carnival shows and the dark industrial pollution of Press Factory was so awesome and my element, I enjoyed the look and the stakes of act 2 🥰💜
The new robots and boss designs both the funny huge animals and ones Eggman got to pilot were really cool too! And Eggman's adorable model and all his animations were just so precious, he's so full of life and charm and character and made me so happy. 💕 I wish he'd gotten more drawn animation and context in the plot in game but combined with the prequel comic, manga, and Trio of Trouble, it was a good amount.
Admittedly, I haven't played all of the game yet, only the main story mode, so I can only speak for that. I skipped all the extra optional acts and haven't played Trip's and the Last Story. Mostly because I got the game a couple days early but was in a rush to be somewhere, so I only played what I had to get the Eggman related stuff I needed, make my video, and be on my way. XD After main story, I didn't mind spoiling myself the rest.
I find it odd how Eggman is completely absent from Trip's and the Last Story, I hoped to see more of how Trip joined his side and I also feel there at least should've been a bit of context provided for how the dragon got out to fight because it was strange how it just appeared out of nowhere and went just as fast. I didn't expect crazy depth from a classic game but that was a little too random to just throw at you like that lol
But other than that it pretty much gave us just about everything I expected and I'm happy with it. I kinda don't think it was quiiite worth £60 as I enjoyed Mania more and that was way less expensive, (though maybe that's too soon for me to say as I haven't played the other two campaigns), so I say unless you're super eager then maybe wait for a price drop- but I do recommend the experience for a nice little fun time with a faithful classic feel!
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My thoughts on on the New MLB movie
These are mostly my subjective preferences so I'm not saying it needed to be perfect. Some issues are beyond their power and that's fine. Feel free to disagree.
What I disliked:
Adrien's characterization. They replaced our golden retriever with a half-baked sad boi. The new inner conflict just felt forced. I'm not saying they shouldn't have gone for it but it could've been more developed, personally.
The songs. Am I the only one that thinks the pacing would've improved if the songs were omitted entirely? The movie as a whole felt a bit too fast paced. I liked that they added a new rendition of the mlb opening but it would've been more impactful if it was saved for the scene when we finally see the full Ladybug transformation
Ladynoir dynamic. Super unpopular opinion ik but it just felt heavy handed to me. The sparring scene was cute though I liked that better, but ugh that song just...no. too cheesy that's its clear they went for the fanservice. Show!Ladybug would've shut it down so fast. She's a busy girl and they have no time for such things (no matter how serious Chat's feelings actually are) And Chat Noir would've taken it! Cus he likes that about her! Ladynoir isn't cheesy. It's the chase! The push and pull! The back and forth!
Lack of Plagg. Farting and eating cheese??? Really??? THAT'S how majority of his screen time is spent? It's not that itself but maybe there could've been a scene or two more of Plagg actually being a kwami and not just comic relief
No fleshed out Chat Noir beginning. This goes hand in hand w the previous point. There should've been a first meeting scene between Plagg and Adrien as well, AND a full transformation scene. It could've been the first one shown before Ladybug's, symbolizing how readily he took on this role compared to Marinette
Zero marichat. This is petty and immature but I don't care. Let me be petty. Best ship in the love square but zero rep? Hmph
What I liked:
Marinette's characterization. It's like they put our boi Adrien on the chopping block for Marinette's sake and you know what? I'll take it. She's 1000% better here. I love the juxtaposition between her general clumsiness and her being Ladybug, a fucking symbol of luck. Her anxiety is relatable too lololol. And finally her crush seems more tolerable and not at obsessed stalker fangirl levels
Gabriel. I miss evil dad Gabriel too but I like complex characters more. He's still ruthless as Hawkmoth but at least he's shown to actually think about Adrien and care about him, in his own limited way
Tikki. No nonsense and straightforward. She actually feels like someone who'd fight Plagg with fists and I love that lololol. Would've been nice if we heard them bicker or at least interact, perhaps just their voices, once they got out of the box but that's just me
"Stronger Together". I love love LOVE how they emphasized that though both are natural opposites and naturally would clash, they need one another. It isn't just the Ladybug show. Though I miss Lucky Charm, I like that they removed/modified it. Chat isn't just Ladybug's sidekick. But she's still kinda more powerful at least the scales are balanced a bit better
Overall the movie is cute and a good watch. Someone who's not as nitpicky as I am would definitely enjoy it.
#miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir#miraculous ladybug#jeremy zag#marinette dupain cheng#adrien agreste#ladybug#cat noir#ladynoir#adrinette#marichat#ladrien
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Recovery (A Sequel to Exeunt)
Words: 903
Warnings: None
Author's Note: Slight ooc?? I'm not sure. Had to rewrite this fic a couple of times since I wasn't satisfied with earlier versions/ drafts. Fic takes place before the new Siege comic. Either way, I hope you enjoy. <3
Tags: @poisonedtruth @unpetitoiseau @children-of-epiales @shegetsburned @linoleum-ice
Foot tapping restlessly, sweaty palms clasping each other, form leaning back and forth and head aimed at the floor, Marius waits anxiously outside the infirmary. His stomach twists knots into knots, and a tension rises in his Adam's apple. Guilt bubbles in his throat and his tapping increased to a fast pace. Why was this taking so long? Did something happen? Is he--
No. Marius buries his face in his palms, feeling tears stinging his eyes. This can't be happening. It's all his fault. He should've done something-- noticed something was off beforehand. But now it's too late and Henry's hurt. Hurt because he saved him.
It really is my fault.
The door to the infirmary opens and Gustave exits the room. Marius springs up from his seat. "Is he-- is Henry okay?" The Frenchman sighs. "We successfully removed the rest of the shrapnel from his back. Thankfully, none of it seems to reach his spinal cord." Marius releases a sigh he's been holding on. "Gott sei Dank." His voice trembles with a shakiness. Gustave puts a comforting hand on Marius's shoulder, giving him a reassuring smile. "He's still resting but I'll give you some time to see him."
"Danke, Gustave." Marius murmurs.
The door opens with a click and he sees the laying form of one Henry Adler-- a calm look ever present on his face. Marius drags a stool and sits right next to him. He takes Henry's hand and holds it near his chest. "Please wake up soon."
--
"Marius, aren't you supposed to be preparing for your mission?" The man in question gives off a smile as he replaces the worn, withered irises with fresh ones-- evident by their flourishing indigo palette. "Ja, but I finished preparing some time ago." Henry quirks a brow. "Is that so?" He playfully hums, eyes narrowing as his lips spread into a faint smile. "Alright, I believe you. A bit."
Marius finishes with the arrangement and discards the withered ones in the bin. A new weight is added to the mattress as Marius joins Henry in bed. "I hope the flowers keep you company, liebling. I don't want you to be alone here as you recover." A heat makes its way to Henry's cheeks. It had been a few days since he confessed his feelings towards him. He still could remember the memory like it was yesterday.
(Henry clasps his hands with Marius's, fingers interlocking with one another. He had just awakened a few hours ago. "Thank you." Marius's lips twitch at the comment-- still taken aback by the suddenness of the situation. "What do you mean?" Henry smiles and he takes the other's hand and moves it to cup his cheek earning a shudder from the German. "You make me feel feelings that I have not felt for so long." A lock of hair falls to Henry's face. "And that scared me."
Marius's face deflates and Henry quickly realizes. "It wasn't your fault but mine. I was so blinded by my… confusion that I didn't realize it at first."
"Realize what?"
"That I love you."
The look on Marius's face was indescribable and for a moment Henry thought he had made a mistake. But that fear was quickly gone when the German leaned closer, a growing reddening in his cheeks.
"Henry."
Being bold, Henry closes the distance between their faces. "Marius, it's about time I gave you the proper send-off you deserved that night.")
Both of them, still new to the concept of romantic relationships, did some research beforehand and asked for the guidance of other operators (even if the majority disapprove of the pairing). They've just set up some boundaries and ground rules with one another so that both parties can feel comfortable. It has been some time and so far all was well. But then again, this was the early stages of their relationship.
Henry rests his head on Marius's chest, feeling the thrum of the other's heartbeat. "Hmmm, how thoughtful of you." He lets out a long sigh, relaxed. Marius quirks a brow. "But I'm always thoughtful." Henry chuckles at the straightforward yet innocent reply. "I know." They stayed like this for a while until Marius brought up a proposal. "Want to sneak into the workshop again?" Henry flashes him a mischievous look. "Why not?"
Their little moment was interrupted when Nayara entered the scene. For a while she had a shocked and flustered look on her face but she quickly composed herself. "We'll be leaving in a couple of minutes now. Get your gear and meet us at the carrier." Marius and Henry exchanged some looks with each other. "Don't be late, Streicher." Marius was the first to leave, waving Henry goodbye. Nayara was soon to follow but was stopped when Henry called out to her.
"Bring him back alive." Was all he said in a commanding tone.
The woman freezes for a while before nodding. "I will."
And now Henry was left alone with his thoughts. Thoughts that shifted back to Deimos and the warehouse. When he makes a full recovery, Henry promises to himself, he'll have a talk with the man behind that mask. Was he starting to doubt Henry? Unless of course this was his irritating way of testing his loyalty. Henry lets out a frustrated sigh and his hands curl into balls of tight fists.
Oh well, guess he'll have to deal with it then.
#rainbow six oc#henry adler#rainbow six siege#r6 oc#henry babel adler#r6 oc babel#r6 jager#r6 doc (brief appearance)#r6 brava (brief appearance)
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some of my opinions about Graduation Day (spoilers, obviously)
I was going to post this earlier but alas I forgot
It was meh.
Art style.
It never grew on me. It felt like a colored manga. A very strangely colored manga. I list this as the first thing because style is very different depending on the person. I just didn't like that art.
The characters.
Jaime didn't really feel like Jaime.
When you put stress on someone, they do act different, but we have seen how Jaime reacts to stress in the original comic. He doesn't isolate himself. He reaches out to his father, his friends. Or they reach out to him. That's what's so different about Jaime's story- he doesn't have to go through this alone. But this time they shut him out, they don't listen to him, they toss him into another city. Paco and Brenda weren't his friends, they were side characters. We hardly see Bianca and Alberto and Milagro.
And are you going to sit there and tell me that after Jaime missing for a year in the past, his family immediately after graduation dump him on his aunts?
Bianca would have never done that. Alberto would've never done that. I guess Milagro would be happy because she gets his room now but that's beside the point.
The few characters that were introduced weren't dynamic at all. They were sloppily written. Fadeaway is a jerk. The two new scarabs are two-dimensional. They all had so much potential, but it was flushed like crap. Victoria and Ted were probably the best written, but they aren't the focus of the story.
The storyline.
There are so many things you could do to simplify it, or some parts you could take out. The one that bothers me the most is the sudden change that Dynastes has to trust Jaime. The story structure needs her to trust Jaime, but it was very fast. One second she's trying to kill him the next she's protecting him.
(What I'm trying to say, is the writer in me is screaming that when Jaime sacrificed himself for Dynastes should've been her turing point.)
Also, who is Jaime going to face in the next run? The Reach again? What's going to make it different this time?
The origin of Jaime is very jumbled. Are we sticking to the original comic? Rebirth? Batman the Brave and the Bold? Young Justice? Some strange combination of all of them? Ted is alive, so how does that fit into Jaime's origin? It was a strange place to take off at.
The dialogue.
The dialogue in here was horrible.
The amount of unfunny jokes and strange one-liners, like the green beetle calling herself a goth girl, is something that should not be officially published. I guarantee no goth girl has called herself a goth girl like this.
The Horizon.
I had really high expectations for the Horizon. They were something I never really thought about, something that could so easily be tied into all other Blue Beetle stories. They were the original enemies of the Reach, the people that stood up to them long before anyone else did.
They're a bunch of scared piss-ons?
I guess I already had a clear image of what I wanted them to be. I was expecting warrior scarbs, and I got an old Reach dude. Where are the other scarabs? Why are you so scared of the Reach, but not have a protector on board?
Few things I liked:
• COVER ART
• the horizon.
• character designs
• potential of more scarabs
• time management
I feel like the writers only skimmed the original. Or maybe read it once a long time ago. Also the random fan service didn't fit? Didn't come here to see Jaime extremely caked up.
It was short, so they couldn't do much of anything. But it should've been a solid six issues.
(Kinda thinking about rewriting it, like making a fanfiction?? That's how much all of these are bothering me.)
Thanks for reading all the way down to here. I give you these gifts.
#blue beetle#jaime reyes#dc#khaji da#dc comics#batman the brave and the bold#btbatb#batman#young justice#dc blue beetle#blue beetle movie#blue beetle 2023#blue beetle 2006#blue beetle graduation#blue beetle graduation day#blue beetle fan art
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I'm not counting days nor being consistent (for I am the antithesis of that)
BUT FOR OCTOBER THING-
My happiness for today..
actually, brain failed to produce happiness chemicals today. Not for any particular reason, it just left me with no motivation to do any of the things I wanted to do and no joy in the things that I was doing.
Which is weird, to have your life dictated by random chemicals in an internal world shaped by experiences you don't remember, from a world that is too vast for a tiny being such as yourself to understand.
and. weirdness. Today my insides filled with churning hot soup and my heart did the 'beat a little louder a little harder but nothing else is effected except for the underlying feeling of wrongness.
I'll probably explore these feelings a bit more in writing Anuli later (the arc fae goes on tends to line up well with whatever I'm feeling in the moment, moreso that my life shapes up to mirror the story I'm writing, rather than the other way around.)
I can't put names to these, can't do anything to sort them out and the only thing that works well with physical sensations and mushy thoughts I don't understand is to let it happen and just.. live through the day that brain says should've been great if I had only felt right.
Feelings are overrated. I can't control them, can't understand them, and I refuse to let my life be dictated by something as fickle as happiness.
= does not mean I will be fighting against emotions, just means I don't want to wallow in them or try sorting them out.
Perhaps I can leave it to lableless energies, and leave it at that.
ANYHWO - siblings played video games with me today. I only play video games a few times a year, because when I was little they didn't want me to play.. I tended to make loud noises and not have the best motor control so I died a lot and could not comprehend the images fast enough for me to process them into information I could understand. (hence why I prefer comics to shows.)
And I laughed a lot, I did not know what to do and it was funny since I tend to squeak when I don't know what to do.
And I ate a muffin today. It was a nice muffin.
And outside! Went outside in the evening as the sun was setting and it was cold and wonderous. I should go outside more as my body only feels right when I'm outside and alone.
The sunset was wonderous though.
ANd stuffed animals! I used to carry them around with me everywhere to hug - because I need constant comfort for said energies I cannot understand nor express - whenever I needed it. Parents told me to stop because it was childish and made me dependent on the stuffies.
So today i brought Lizze the study bunny with me to sit with me for cuddles.
I imagine that Lizze was closeted transgender her entire life but when she died the stuffed animal she possessed was her true self she always wanted to be.
Overall, body is throwing a hissy fit. But It was nice. Very unproductive and very nice.
Also I forgot some coping mechanisms until now. Silly silly. I should never let Bloom have too much time to run rampant, it probably overwhelms faer.
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Fantasy AU (Ralindon)
An au where Raligon is a travelling doctor who stumbled upon a small, peculiar town where people are suspicious of newcomers. However, he still wanted to help the sick and the ones with illnesses, so he chose to stay for a few weeks.
Upon staying there, he observed the large, big tree in the middle of the village. It's surrounded by the village's crops and fields. He also noticed how villagers pay large respect to the said tree. When he asked a child about it, the child gleefully said it was a tree that lights up at night, and it grants wishes on a particular full moon once a year. An adult overheard the conversation and immediately intervened, grabbing the child protectively and glaring at Raligon, she said, "But don't get too many ideas about it. Greedy people who go here to investigate that tree, always ends up dying. There's a monster guarding that tree every night, except for one night. It can grant wishes, but it can also kill unsuspecting travellers and villagers. So don't be stupid." And then the child and the adult left, leaving Raligon a bit confused.
Curious though, Raligon stayed up one night and walked around the village even if he was warned not to. Not that he thinks he can fully defend himself, but because he expects there could be a different side of the story. For what he heard was just from one side, there could be one more than what it seems.
Sitting down under the tree, Raligon enjoyed the gentle, cool breeze, along with the peace that comes along with the night. It wasn't scary, it wasn't lonely. It was the kind of peace he never had with the bustling cities he went to before. It couldn't even be compared to other remote areas he had been to. There was a certain charm to this town. Whatever it was, he was curious about it.
Raligon ended up falling asleep while thinking about everything. He dreamt that he was there in the exact same spot, but seemingly in a different time with how everyone's clothing was presented in the dream. There was someone calling his name. But Raligon couldn't see his face. Only that he knew he had black hair, wore a dark purple cape, and—
He stirred awake, opening his eyes gently and slowly, he saw someone sitting right beside him, but still from a safe distance away. Raligon gasped in surprise, but immediately composed himself. The boy— man? sitting beside him looked extremely similar to someone he just saw, but Raligon forgot his dream almost too quickly.
"Hi! What's your name and what are you doing here?" Raligon smiled at his companion, who didn't even spare him a look. He just sat quietly, looking at the distance.
"Isn't that something I should be asking you?" Came the cold reply of the black-haired boy. It took a moment for Raligon to realize the boy wasn't touching the ground. His heart was racing fast, but he knew he wasn't scared. It was almost too comical at how excited he was to witness something so surreal. It's like he hasn't woken up from his dream.
"Mmm.. but I think there's no harm in asking!" Raligon chiped in, his smile unwavering as he leaned his back towards the tree while he hugged his knees.
The boy finally gazed at him, and Raligon took note of his young and melancholic appearance. The boy didn't say anything, so Raligon stood up, walked towards the boy. Reaching out his hand, Raligon gave the boy another warm smile.
"My name is Raligon Esteria. I'm a doctor who decided to stay here for a while. Nice to meet you!"
There was an unreadable expression from the boy as he continued to just gaze at him. Raligon was about to retract his hand when the boy spoke again. "Haven't those good for nothing villagers said anything about the monster guarding this tree?"
Raligon flinched, wow, this boy has quite a sharp tongue, but it was alright. They were strangers, after all.
Raligon relaxed, he closed his eyes and kept a small smile again, his hand not retracting from the kind gesture at all.
"Well, if you're the monster, I should've been dead now, right?"
There was another round of silence, but this time it felt more unusually comforting than before.
"You're just like that time, too... this is too cruel..." When Raligon heard a faint whisper from the boy, he opened his eyes and he could swear there was a hint of loneliness and longing from the boy's eyes and expression, which disappeared as quickly as it appeared.
The boy took his hand, he felt warm, as opposed to the cold skin that Raligonw as expecting.
"Brandon."
Raligon felt happy to have the boy trust him enough to say his name. "Brandon? That's an great name!"
"Someone...." Brandon paused, looking away and gazing at the moon instead, making Raligon listen intently to his words. "Someone... irreplaceable.. someone important to me gave that name to me..." Brandon then turned towards the tree, looking upward. ".. Under this very tree..."
The breeze blew stronger, the faint swaying of the leaves and rustling of the grass adding to Brandon's melancholic look. Raligon wanted to comfort him in any way, but found that words are the only thing he could give Brandon. And so he said,
"My grandpa used to say that we only give names to people and things we love. I may not know where that important person to you is right now, but I'm sure they loved you enough to let you live with the memory of your bond."
This time, Raligon saw how Brandon's eyes widened, turned glassy for a second, even. But Brandon looked away before Raligon could confirm it. Brandon sighed.
"You're right..." He faced Raligon again, and this time, he was wearing something akin to a smile.
"Thank you."
Raligon blushed, but immediately shook his head and composed himself, "No worries! I didn't do anything but tell what I think! Anyway, it's really getting cold here. Do you want some tea? Or coffee? In my house? I mean.. the inn where I stay.. I have a place... is it called an inn?? It's separated from the main inn but.. ahh.. but it's very small.. " Raligon kept on rambling, at a lost of words from how much his heart was beating.
"You should go back. I'll be here always, anyway." Brandon mentioned, but Raligon shook his head once more, offering a much kinder, calmer smile this time.
"I insist! Even if you are what you say you are, getting a cold isn't good! Okay?"
#loh#lord of heroes#roohi#i had a lot of feelings so this random thing#ralindon#branrali#au#fantasy au#reincarnation au
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if i were someone who worked on batgirls what would i do :
( keep in mind that i am no writer!!! i just mean this in a "what are the things that i will prioritize if i ever had the talent to even be in dc comics' creative team)
1. i will start the comics slow and steady first before we get to the big stuff. i know that technically there is a bigger plot coming (probably) but like, batgirls started off trying to do WAYYY too much. they should've established our main characters and the big players in the story before everything. meanwhile batgirls just... idk. if there was a way i would describe the batgirls series rn it would be hyperactive. and the thing is usually i'm pretty chill with very active stories but like. batgirls is way too fast while still feeling so slow because of the fact the characters just feel so empty and hollow <-- something that could've been fixed if they started it slow and paid more attention to the characters!
2. tell readers which events are canon and which are not. given that all 3 of our main characters are characters that has been SCREWED by canon, i think the readers should know what kinda canon we're working with. whether that be referencing past events through jokes or characters reminiscing of a "simpler time" or maybe even just referenced through the art. i would spend a good amount of the early issues trying to establish which are canon and which are not.
3. NO narration boxes. only thought boxes. having narration in a comic book literally feels so useless most especially with characters like the batgirls. babs obviously has thoughts upon thoughts, cass'll have thoughts, no shit, but maybe less than the other 2, and then steph obviously has a lotta thoughts too. like. i'll never understand why they decided on having narration boxes since the art could just do that. since the artists can just bring whatever needs to be in focus, in focus.
4. the writing will be less light-hearted. i'm usually a sucker for light-hearted stories but when u've got characters like babs and cass i think u have to tone it down a little bit.
5. here comes the obvious part ! : let babs be oracle. make it be permanent. make babs be more serious. remind the audience of the kind of power she held as oracle. just write oracle good DAMMIT !!!! (also make the part that she's their mentor more obvious bc istg reading the batgirls series... it didn't feel like she was their mentor sometimes ://)
6. have guest appearances ! whether that be lady shiva or the black canary, we have to establish their lives OUTSIDE of the batfamily too !!! let steph and kara hang out! let dinah and babs work tgt and share snarky remarks to each other! make lady shiva creepily watch over cass till she notices her and they talk about the whole assassin thing! let! them! have! lives! outside! the! batfamily!
7. not all issues have to have all three of the batgirls. u can have a babs-centric arc, a cass-centric arc or a steph-centric arc. they don't always have to be present around each other! sometimes some babs stories don't need cass or steph there, sometime some cass stories don't need babs or steph there and sometimes steph stories don't need babs or cass there! we have to accept that!!
anyways that's it, i'm just frustrated with batgirls lmao
#dc#dcu#dc comics#batgirls#batgirl#barbara gordon#oracle#cassandra cain#black bat#orphan#spoiler#robin#stephanie brown#lady shiva#dinah lance#black canary#kara zor el#supergirl#super girl
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