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greatwyrmgold · 2 years

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Started watching Parallel World Pharmacy, and I have some thoughts.

It’s not bad, exactly, but it’s not as interesting as it should be. The big problem I have with isekai is that so many of them are so similar. You’ve got your nerdy teen who dies, ends up in a fantasy world with super-awesome magic powers that let him beat up monsters real good and attract 2-5 hot girls that want to befriend him (or more, depending on the target audience), who uses those powers to beat up some monsters real good.

PWP should be different, and to an extent it is. So far, no monsters have been beaten up. But he still has super-awesome magic powers, some of which would let him beat up monsters real good if he ran into them, some of which are restricted to only trivializing everything within a two-field radius of pharmacology. There’s still the hot girls being set up as our hero’s technically-not-a-harem, still a bunch of exposition about lore that doesn’t really matter, the story still centers around all the awesome stuff the hero can breeze through.

I’m disappointed.

If you want a more detailed but stream-of-consciousness series of thoughts, keep reading.

Why is it that fictional hard-working scientists need to have some dramatic reason for wanting to develop life-saving medicines or whatever? Maybe it’s just me, but “I want to invent better medicines so nobody has to suffer like my sister did!” feels like a weaker motivation than “I want to invent better medicines because it’s good when people can be healed.” Like, yeah, the first is more personal, but it’s also more superficial, if that makes sense. Makes it seem like he’s not trying to save people because he knows it’s the right thing to do, so much as because he feels bad.

Dr. Kanji musing on how long it’s been since he directly interacted with a patient and wanting to be a small-town pharmacist some day feels like a way to blunt the impact of a researcher motivated by wanting to find a cure/treatment for a fairly specific kind of tragedy being sent to a world where he can’t actually research that. It’s also a nice touch of characterization.

The name of the dude Kanji got isekai’d into is Farma de Médicis. Farma de Médicis, the medical pharmacist. He makes a joke about how his name sounds like a pharmaceutical company, but still.

Having Kanji/Farma and his maid walk by some paintings of his family while she was expositing about them was a good way to add a bit of visual interest to the exposition scene, without needing to budget too many animation frames. It’s not that interesting, but as exposition-dump scenes go, it’s…above-average.

Speaking of which, I’ve seen and read plenty of isekai and isekai-adjacent stories, and I’m kinda sick of them hovering in this area where the hero is treated more or less like normal despite asking questions that would be really weird for someone from this world to ask. Amnesiac or no, it’s weird to ask if “that kind of thing exists here.” Some characters remark that Farma seems different after the lightning strike, but in more of a “comedy beat” way than a “foreshadowing” way.

The maid worried about the possibility that Farma might not ever remember how to do Divine Arts (magic). I think that it would be pretty neat if Farma had to make do with modern medicine instead of healing magic. Farma casts a water spell ~30 seconds after the scene with the worried maid ends. His biggest problem is that he casts too much magic and can’t make it stop. About a minute later, he starts conjuring everything from gold to sugar. Apparently he can conjure any kind of pure material, and “eliminate” (vanish) it too.

Kanji’s also able to recall Farma’s old memories of how the fantasy world’s medicines work, though I’m not sure whether they’re magical/alchemical elixers or just mundane folk remedies.

Did we need a maid-exposits-about-Farma scene and a tutor-exposits-about-magic scene in the first episode? Also, one of the five magical elements in this world is “none of the above”. (They’re technically called “attributes” and the fifth attribute’s name is just “none,” but still.)

Apparently it’s supposed to be impossible for people to conjure more than one type of substance (ie, both water and earth, like Kanji/Farma did), and that conjuration like the water trick he did practically by accident normally requires a divine wand and an incantation, and Farma using just the wand lets him conjure a “water spear” the size of a small waterfall. And he breaks the magic-potential-meter thingy his tutor grabs to make sure he didn’t waste his whole life’s magical reserves in one shot, and apparently breaking the Divinometer (its actual name, at least in the subtitles) is completely unheard of.

Kanji insisting that his divine mark is a perfectly normal burn while it’s glowing with divine light is pretty funny. I wish it was a consistent funny character trait instead of one funny moment, though. This show could use more moments where Kanji is wrong.

Apparently this world is so primitive that they don’t realize that blurry vision can be improved by looking through a small gap in your fingers. Which is basically just squinting with extra steps, but it also activates Farma’s divine diagnosis-vision, which is another power he has. Ugh. Boundless reserves of not-mana, power over all four elements and “none,” a Divine Eye, knowledge of cutting-edge modern medicine in a world rubbing bat wing lotions on wounds—pick one cheat power and stick to it!

Anyways, Farma’s tutor sees all of these weird inhuman powers, realizes Farma has no shadow (by the way Farma has no shadow), and assumes he must be some kind of monster. He shows up later to bring her medicine, and she answers the door in full plate armor. I mention it because I found her paranoia funny. Also, she apparently did this (and assumed he poisoned the medicine) because she thinks Farma is the incarnation of Panactheos, the god of medicine, which makes me wonder what kind of dude that god is. What kind of medical god tries to murder people for freaking out over the god being weird?

Also, nobody else notices that Farma doesn’t have a shadow. He doesn’t hide from people once he realizes he’s deshadowed, the inside of the manor isn’t dimly- or evenly-lit enough for shadows to not be a thing that happens (as in, the artists drew some shadows in there), and Farma even goes outside just for the heck of it, in the middle of the day, where his shadowlessness would be obvious.

“I need you in my life,” Farma says to the tutor. And a moment later, he gives her flowers. I’ve mentioned that the tutor is a pretty girl, just a bit older than Farma, who shows up in the OP as what looks like an employee at his pharmacy, right? So, um, we’re up to two not-so-subtle love interest characters, because this is a much more conventional isekai power fantasy than I’d been lead to believe.

Farma’s Divine Eye means there’s no House-ish tension around him trying to diagnose people—he just looks at the parts that hurt, guesses a diagnosis, and prescribes something when his diagnost-o-vision glows. Synthesizing the medicine is practically handwaved, since Farma can just conjure all component chemicals, so there’s no early-Ascendance-of-a-Bookworm struggle. There isn’t even a Dr. Stone appeal to learning how various medicines get made or work, because the anime rushes through the synthesis process and doesn’t discuss the biochemistry involved. Is the source material better about this? This feels like something that a light novel would be able to handle better, but also like something a typical author wouldn‘t bother with.

I am really getting tired of this thing where Kanji does un-Farma-like things or casually hands out medicine that shouldn’t exist, someone points this out, and then nothing comes of it. Either have Kanji/Farma be good at hiding this stuff, or have the people around him realize something’s wrong, or just don’t have there be this Big Secret! The tutor figured things out, so it’s not as bad as it could be, but still.

Apparently Kanji has the knowledge, skill, and tools to build a handheld microscope that can look at bacteria. Not, like, “he spends a whole episode scraping the necessary materials together,” or even “there’s a montage of him assembling the microscope”. The first we hear of this project is when he’s putting the finishing touches on it. Because he wasn’t gifted enough already.

Lots of isekai anime have this same round orangish city surrounded by off-white walls in the middle of a green field with a river running through it. Parallel World Pharmacy’s version of that city is hexagonal!

#anime #parallel world pharmacy #isekai #random thoughts

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crystalelemental · 2 years

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Legendary Gauntlet Teams - Tornadus

Hey, guess who's now weeks late, because I thought I did all the Legendary Arena matches but missed Tornadus? It's me. I was a fool. Anyway, Tornadus did in fact happen, and while I'm now not in a position to dredge up full information anymore, I have what I think are the critical components, so let's talk about our good buddy Tornadus.

General Overview Tornadus is hilarious. "I am weak to status, just hit me with status and I lose my damage reduction! No not that one. No, not that one either. Paralysis. Only paralysis." It's so dumb. It can be hit with flinch, but gains immunity pretty fast. You get two flinches. Make them count. The other gimmick is that Tornadus raises its speed reliably, but if paralyzed, it will lose 1 rank of speed every time you hit it. If this isn't cleared up by phase 3, enjoy Ramming Speed. Thankfully, paralysis is always effective. Unfortunately, you will always be dealing with a 20% chance for utter disaster. Each move has a 20% chance for Self Cleanse 1, which removes status from Tornadus. If this happens before your sync goes off, eat 80% damage reduction. Note, it only seems to work on moves. Its sync can't activate Self Cleanse, at least not that I ever saw. It will also remove paralysis between phase changes, but at least that’s a normal thing these fights do.

Bar 1 gains 80% physical damage reduction unless Tornadus is paralyzed. It leads off with big attacks in Hurricane, and will do one of two things near the end of its first round of moves. If you paralyzed it, it will use Toxic. This doesn't spread, but it does mess up your tank if not prepared. Natural Cure and Antitoxin are good traits for your tank in this fight. If it is not paralyzed, it uses Rain Dance. This means perfect accuracy Hurricanes if you don't finish this phase quickly. If you do finish it, it shifts into AoE attack mode.

Bar 2 has 80% special damage reduction, and is largely about AoE attacks. Mostly Brutal Swing, if I'm being real with you. It also uses Bulk Up, which...it's annoying, but not the most threatening thing. Apparently this is also when it gets Ramming Speed. I only ever saw it in Bar 3, but allegedly it’s here.

Bar 3 gets 80% damage reduction across the board, leads with Heat Wave with guaranteed crit, and will start using Hurricane again. Also I'm pretty sure it got Piercing Gaze so Hurricane will not miss. It's great, thanks.

Overall, Tornadus is kinda like Regirock, only way, way more annoying. It's a low-gimmick fight, in that you don't need to know a ton to get in there and fight it. But if the gimmick isn't secured, it's a problem. And unfortunately, Tornadus has the most frustrating back and forth with its gimmick of any Legendary Arena match. Adding Self Cleanse was downright diabolical. Maybe you'll get lucky, but hey, maybe it'll activate seven times in a row and tank the match you were winning for the last two HP bars, who knows.

Useful Units and Combos Obviously, any unit who can paralyze is in. BP Surge has Thunder Wave, Erika&Vileplume have Stun Spore with Piercing Gaze, Sophocles has Nuzzle. These are your F2P paralysis core. For less consistent fare, you have Hau with Discharge, and Whitney for Hostile Environment Body Slam. Volkner can be really good with Hostile Environment 4 Thunder Fang, and Sonia has Hostile Environment Spark with a debuff every attempt.

Classic Elesa is the out and out champion of this fight, though. Guaranteed paralysis on Nuzzle, and a spectrum -1 debuff each time she hits it while it's paralyzed? It's unreal how good that is. Of course, N is really good too, thanks to bypassing his damage reduction skills outright, and being super-effective. For Eggmons, you have Parasect with paralysis and Screech, but expect it to die instantly in Bar 3 with Heat Wave. Snorlax has the same Whitney effect of Hostile Environment Body Slam, too. And Electabuzz has guaranteed paralysis as well.

Beyond that, you really want a frontline tank that's immune to Toxic in play. Anyone with built-in Vigilance can apply Antitoxin as their lucky skill, so Dawn, Phoebe, Hilbert, and Cheryl are solid picks. It only uses Toxic once, so anyone with Natural Remedy is solid too, so your SS Blue or SS Kris can work wonders. You also have options, however risky, like Eggmon Support Arbok, who has Antitoxin built in. Tornadus is also not immune to debuffs, and doesn't have the best starting offensive stats, so you can limit it pretty effectively by debuffing offenses if needed.

Teambuilding Note that, as I'm doing this late, I'm giving the teams I got to work during Gauntlet, and not taking speculation on entirely F2P teams at this time. As a tradeoff, I’ll give more options, and will only be working from the general pool. I'll try to update them when the fight comes back around, but largely? I feel like this fight is not friendly, given the requirement for paralysis.

Team 1: Marley, MU Torchic, Hau Starting with the long odds pick, here's Hau. Hau has Discharge for good damage, and just needs some support with crit and special attack. Which Marley and MU Torchic can provide, now that Marley has a grid with Team Sharp Entry on it. Hau is fantastic in this fight, but you're definitely at the mercy of Self Cleanse.

Team 2: Sonia, Grant, Sophocles Sophocles can guaranteed paralyze, and has a nice flinch rate for the early fight too. But most importantly, sync nuke with Cakewalk. Grant has some of the best speed debuffing you can find, so he's a solid partner to help Sophocles set up. Sonia was, unfortunately, the only support that made this work. Sophocles needs a lot to get offensively running, and defensively he gets torn apart without the healing and defense buffs.

Team 3: BP Surge, Support Arbok, Elesa Support Arbok actually has exactly the right buffs for Elesa's sync nuke, alongside Antitoxin to avoid the Toxic. You want enough investment to not drop dead from Hurricanes, but it works. Elesa has to be running Spark; Wild Charge gets her killed.

Team 4: Sabrina, Clemont, Erika&Vileplume Clemont is hilariously good in this fight. The natural speed debuffs are one thing, but lowering accuracy early into the fight can really take pressure off a tank. Erika can debuff special defense and apply the needed paralysis, while Sabrina supplies buffs. Clemont has a pretty reasonable sync nuke, but mostly you debuff speed then sustain heal forever.

Team 5: Phoebe, Whitney, Viola Whitney’s actually good on this fight. Inertia sync good. All she needs is the combination of attack/critical hit rate buffing, and Struggle Bug to debuff Tornadus’ special attack. Which is actually a lot, but hey, it’s F2P aligned Whitney’s self-heal is able to boost defense so she gets surprisingly tanky. That said, this is an obscenely difficult fight, and if you have a better crit/attack buffer, or have Ghetsis open for Noble Roar over Struggle Bug, probably a worthwhile trade. But it can be done. If you’re lucky with paralysis.

Team 6: Volkner, Aaron, Tech Lickitung Volkner, as the only dude with Electric Terrain as a move, is a pretty nice matchup against this right. He even gets Hostile Environment 4 for a nice paralysis rate! You know. If the flinch chance doesn’t activate first. Because it can only do one or the other. Also he needs someone buffing attack and crit, so anyone who can do that is good, but I was running dry on options. That said, Aaron does buff both defenses and has a nice pop heal for the team, so like...there are definitely worse options out there. MU Lickitung is here primarily for Screech to increase Volkner’s damage, but the added trap damage is kinda nice.

Gauntlet Interactions As a fight that requires status, I fear the day this thing is paired with Cobalion. Cobalion can be hit with any status, but Poison is done after one recovery, and Burn is done after two. Sleep heals naturally so you have to be really careful with it, and Freeze is too inconsistent. So the best pick is...paralysis. Again. Having Cobalion and Tornadus at the same time is begging to run out of good paralysis options. Uxie has a smaller impact due to it also needing status, but unlike Cobalion, other status works on it, and I think Burn is actually more effective than paralysis.

Final Thoughts Why are the genies always so irritating? Like every appearance is obnoxious. I think this might be my least favorite Arena match. Most of the others have pretty clear rules to follow and you can craft a consistent strategy against as a result. Even the biggest threats, like Moltres and Cresselia, have obvious counterplay that is only limited by your access to options against them - weather setters and Snatch/Haze users respectively, with Flinch and Trap being less consistent but pretty effective solutions as a backup. Tornadus has a bit of that. Paralysis is the focus, and you're limited by needing someone who can paralyze. There's a good number of options, but still an obvious hard cap. What makes Tornadus more annoying than either of them is that it can just randomly Self Cleanse, and mess up your entire clear, with no other solution available. You can only paralyze and hope to god it stays paralyzed, waiting for the potential 20% chance that it clears it. Which it seems to do every time you throw out a sync. It's obnoxious. Nowhere near as hard as Moltres or Cresselia, but definitely more of a nuisance.

#pokemon masters #legendary arena tornadus #legendary gauntlet teambuilding #tornadus

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remma-demma · 7 months

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Warning: this will include spoilers for up to the end credits of FF16 and one or two references to up to 6.5 in FF14 (but you should be mostly good if you’ve done main expac endwalker)

I was thinking about wolraha and their ancients (mine are Apollo and Prometheus) and their shards. As I recently gushed about in the tags of a piece of art of a wol / g’raha in Clive and Joshua’s outfits,I do strongly believe in the parallels between their (wol, g’raha/ Clive, Joshua’s) character archetypes / situations / relationships. I was trying to come up with other shards of azem (ardbert, og golbez) and then I remembered… TENZEN.

You know who was devoted eternally to Tenzen and loved him more than anything else in the entire world and is horrified when someone not quite him starts to try to kill them. Suzaku, the PHOENIX.

A couple of addendums

- Given the different lore of the games I do not actually believe that 16 is a shard of 14 but they were written by the same group of people and there are truly a hilarious amount of parallels that can’t just be brushed off as “it’s a final fantasy game of course it has all these other references that every ff game has”. It’s funny and cool to think about

- Some similarities (which I outlined in the notes of that post) between Joshua and G’raha include 1) Seeking ancient knowledge 2) They are MC’s biggest cheerleaders and their relationships have themes of devotion, protection, inspiration. 3) Mc feels incredible guilt loosing them and when they come back they hide from Mc for months while wearing a cowl. 4) they become more and more corrupted as their journey continues, and they, well, rise from the ashes. (At least that’s how I took 16’s ending credits) And finally 5) Their voices are sooo similar??? I literally thought Joshua was voiced by Johnathan Bailey until I looked it up.

- I’ve thought a little less about this but my Clive is an azem shard thoughts are mainly that they’re both being groomed by a god into shoving as much aether in their mortal body as possible because for some reason they’re ✨Special✨. Also the “being selfless to a fault, always going the extra mile for other people and never checking in on themselves” seems very wol to me. I’m sure a lot of it can be chocked up to “being a ff protag” but idk I’m sure there’s more I’m not remembering.

- I in no way endorse Clive and Joshua being romantic/sexual, love comes in many forms. But also the ancients are based off of green gods and you know how freaky those guys were.

- Honestly my wolraha situation is more of a queer platonic relationship because my wol is pretty ace, but, like I said, love comes in very many forms!! My only solid HC for my Azem / G’raha ancient’s relationship is that they were very very close in an ambiguous way. BFFs forever. Across the cosmos, space and time, etc etc. Not every relationship their shards have will be the same type! Mostly platonic soulmates but sometimes more!

- Who was Ardbert’s Prometheus? Probably Lamitt. She was Ardbert’s first party member and was searching for a cure for a disease that turned her people to stone. 😔 sadly an all too familiar thing for Prometheus shards apparently. Her virtue name is Sophrosyne which means soundness of mind, temperence, being well balanced, etc. I think G’raha would have gone insane in the first if he didn’t have those qualities!!! (Well balanced. All rounder 👀) (edit: also remembered that lamitt was exiled from her clan! Like g’raha :( (edit 2: sophrosyne works really well for Prometheus from mythology too, god of foresight and critical thinking and all

- Not necessarily Joshua I guess but all those other potential Prometheus shards have BIG themes of unrequited love which is, I guess just to point out another parallel to connect them all. (Not that *my* wolraha is unrequited but the writing in the game does truly make it seem like G’raha is constantly trying to confess to the wol and they’re kinda oblivious. I get that that’s how they have to write it because not everyone will interpret their relationship that way but it’s a good data point!)

-Was also thinking of another firebird we have in 14, Azeyma. Her description by Oschon, being a person who was jealous of azem because she wanted the job, would be very funny as Prometheus’s true identity but idk, she wasn’t sundered that whole time and so couldn’t have any shards. Maybe she was someone related to one of them, as she also holds a lot of parallels with Azem themselves being a sun god and all. (Even if you don’t think Azem is apollo, their symbol on the crystal is the alchemical symbol for the sun while all the other 14 are the 12 + 1 secret zodiacs). She is also a goddess of knowledge which ive established as being an important thing to Prometheus and their shards. Idk!! My wol and g’raha are seekers of the sun,,,,,,

- don’t ask me about louisoix’s Phoenix I simply do not know. I don’t want to do the trials of bahamut again.

Anyway thanks for coming to my Ted Talk (crazed ramblings).

Edit: Clio is now Prometheus :)

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yueqqi · 3 years

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I don’t think I can gush about Gu Yun enough. Disabled and too sexy for the plebeians? Best disabled rep I’ve seen in danmei (which is almost never sjfjfjd), also relatable bc I too suffer while being a dramatic bitch in a Gucci bathrobe on a fainting couch and unabashedly making myself a problem for everyone else

#my hearing is okayish but legally blind w/o prescriptions gooo #also chronic pain tho gu yun’s pain is triggered by the medicine side effects but anyhow still relatable #only thing I’m kinda :/ about is that apparently there’s a ‘cure’ by the end of the book which my only gripe is the miracle cure trope #this reads more like a shitpost bc I don’t have the energy to write a whole thing but please yell with me over this drama king #still only 30 ch in haha #sha po lang #priest #gu yun

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fireflykaizoku · 3 years

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Okay this has kinda been on my mind but could I request a female reader secretly saving Corazón from dying by Doffy’s hands and slowly falls in love with him while helping Cora-san find and reconnect with Law again

If you can’t specifically do that it’s totally okay I just really want law and cora-san to be happy together ❤️

Helloo, anon my love! i'm sorry i took so long, but i ended up starting the letter event, and waited to finish this request! i changed the plot a couple of times LOL but i hope you like it! cora deserved that happy ending! ❤

Your ship had docked at Minion Island. Your captain heard from God knows who about the Ope Ope no Mi, and that was his perfect chance to steal the fruit from Diez Barrels before the trade with the Marines.The weather was incredibly cold, and since you didn't have to leave the ship, you decided to stay in your office. Hearing on the News about a boy with Amber Lead disease, you got curious, wanting to search more about it. Maybe find a cure, discover if it was really contagious or not.

Your research got interrupted by a few crew members, who got in your office in a rush holding a very tall man who was apparently injured. Multiple gunshots. To this day, you still had no idea of how he was alive, not just because he got shot, but he was left in the extremely cold weather for what seemed so long. In a normal situation no human being could survive that. It was the first and only case of something like this you've ever seen in your life.

— We found this man barely breathing outside. Maybe you can do something, I'm sure you can help him. — one of the men said.

— Lay him on the bed and get some hot water and blankets. I'll do what I can, but his hands are already purple. — you said, shutting your book and getting up.

You start treating his wounds, gave him proper medicine, and make sure that the man was warm enough. After a while, he didn't even look pale, and his hand returned to the normal color.

To this day, you still have no idea of how that happened. Some stuff can’t be explained. Maybe it was a miracle, maybe he had a very dedicated guardian angel. There was no other explanation than: God wanted that man alive for some reason.

It took him about three days to wake up, and honestly, you thought he wouldn't make it. But much to your surprise, while you were doing some research lost in thought, you heard a noise of someone moving on the bed.

You turned back quickly, only to see your mysterious patient trying to sit up. Rushing towards him, you gently pushed him back, making him stay still. He was too weak to move or talk.

— Hey, hey. I’m (Y/N), a doctor. — you said, placing your hands on his shoulder gently. — I don't know what happened, but you've been here for a few days. We found you while we docked at some island. I’ve been taking care of you, but you shouldn’t move too much.

The man was about to say something, but you continued.

— I’ll tell the chef to make you some soup. You need to recover, then you can tell me what happened.

You helped him eat, and by the end of the night he was already feeling better. You asked him not to make any harsh movements, which he obeyed. His voice was very weak, but you can notice it was also very deep to the point it made you shiver.

— I need to find Law. — was the first thing he said.

— Who? — you asked. No one said about another person at the island, it was just this man.

— My son. He’s my son. I need to find him. — the man started trying to get up again, but you stopped him from doing so.

Your heart broke in a million pieces. That man lost his child. The kid could be missing, but you couldn’t stop from thinking the worst. There was no one on that island, and with the weather, a child would not make it there alone.

— Okay, let’s make a deal. — you started. — Tell me your name, let me help you get better, and meanwhile, we take you to every island we stop by to try to find your kid.

He nodded.

— My name is Rosinante. — he then proceeded to tell you what happened. About Law, the child who you heard about on the news, he one with the Amber Lead disease; how his brother shot him; and how he made the child eat the Ope Ope no Mi.

Your eyes widened at the last information, and asked the man to never mention this to the rest of the crew. Who knew what they’d do if they found that child since they wanted that Akuma no Mi so bad.

It was supposed to be a simple doctor and patient deal like it always was before you were part of the pirate crew. Then Rosinante would be healthy enough to go look for his soon. But something changed in between that.

It had been a couple of months now, and no sign of Law. Whenever Rosinante got disappointed, you were there to cheer him up.

Maybe it was how his eyes seemed grateful whenever you changed his bandages, his beautiful smile whenever you said something funny, the way he talked about his child, or even his clumsiness, falling whenever he got up from bed.

— Don't worry, I'm sure he's still alive out there. We're going to find him, I promise. — you rubbed his cheek, drying the tear that started to fall. — it was our deal after all, right?

— But what if my brother found him?

— Don't think like this. We need to be positive. We're going to find Law.

It became something normal to stay on the deck talking for hours, sharing a bit of your story, dreams, plans… It felt like you could really connect with each other. That man was an angel, so kind and caring. Very shy at first, but eventually he got so comfortable with you.

You could also look at him for hours, his beautiful blonde hair and hazel eyes. The wide smile, and his big warm hands that rub your own hands when he was getting too cold. You shouldn’t be seeing him like this.

He was supposed to be your patient. That’s all.

— What are your plans? I mean, after you find Law? — although you're going to be so happy to see them reunite, you’d have to say goodbye to Rosinante.

— I have no idea. We’re enemies of the World Government, of the Donquixote Pirates… We’re going to be runaways, I think. — he giggled, thinking about it.

You smiled. For a moment, neither of you said anything, until the blonde broke the silence.

— Do you want to join us? — he asked.

You widened your eyes at the question. You loved your crew, but… You got used to Rosinante. You didn’t want to say goodbye, you didn’t want to be back at spending most of your time alone.

— You don’t have to choose now, don’t worry. — he smiled. — We don’t know when this is going to happen anyway.

It didn't take long for the moment to finally happen. When your crew went back to Swallow Island, you and Rosinante sat by the beach, stargazing and talking, when you noticed three kids, and weirdly enough, a bear.

As they moved closer, you saw Rosinante’s features change. At first he seemed to be in shock, but then he gave his signature smile.

— Law! — he screamed, getting up and running towards the group of kids… And bear. Of course, being clumsy, the blonde fell, before quickly getting up.

— Cora-san! — one of the boys, with a white spotted hat replied. His face showed disbelief. He probably thought his father was dead. — Cora-san! It’s you!

The child ran towards Rosinante, holding him tight. While Law tried not to cry, especially not in front of others, the blonde didn’t hold back. And you couldn’t lie, you cried a little bit seeing that scene too.

After Rosinante told everything that happened for the past few months, it was time for Law to say what happened to him ever since. Now they knew they needed a plan, they needed to go somewhere else far from the Donquixote Family, maybe have their own pirate crew.

You were sitting, smiling seeing them talk, when your friend/patient/possible crush turned to look at you.

— Is this the time where we have to say goodbye? — he asked, hoping you had already made up your mind, crossing his fingers and hoping that you’d decide to stay with them.

You thought for a while. Looking at the man you seemed to be in love with, his child and his friends. The few seconds you took to think seemed like an eternity.

— And what would a pirate crew be without a doctor on board? — you smiled.

#donquixote rosinante #rosinante x reader #corazon x reader #one piece x reader #one piece #one piece scenario #queue

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t0nixium · 2 years

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It’s so funny to me how my special interest in clowns has grown to be such an iconic trait of mine that my friends started jokingly calling me a clown, and I just kinda went with it at first, but now I’m at the point that I genuinely enjoy identifying as such—like that’s just me now, I’m a clown. I like to clown around and make people laugh. Honk honk, bish

And what makes it even funnier is that I used to not even like clowns. In fact, I used to hate them.

It all started with a show called Jojo’s Circus: a cute, cuddly little cartoon about a family of clowns. I was only a toddler at the time, but apparently I loved it so much that for my fourth birthday I had a Jojo’s Circus themed birthday party at some mini golf place. We all wore those cheap foam noses for laughs, ate cake, played mini golf, it was great. Or at least the pictures make it seem that way—I was only four, after all.

A few years later I was… about 7 or so I’d say, and I mysteriously began hate clowns. I don’t even know why, I was just freaked out by them and hated them for seemingly no reason. Maybe something scary happened to me and I can’t remember? I dunno. Anyway, fast forward to age 13 and we arrive at the beginning of my Homestuck phase. Oh boy. What a turning point in my life. Meet Gamzee Makara, the motherfricker that ultimately cured my fear of clowns, possibly using the sheer force of miracles, despite being so terrifying that he makes Pennywise look like a puppy.

I fell in love with him. “What a cute lil goofball,” I thought. Oh, but I was so blissfully unaware of what was yet to come. Yet… somehow when it did come, even though I was genuinely horrified, my fascination only grew. Enter ages 14-15. This was the peak of my cringy teen phase. I cosplayed as this motherfricker, drank Faygo, listened to his music, read reader inserts, wrote stuff like “hOnK :o)” on my sCHOOL PAPERS, saved tons of fanart of him… I hyperfixated on the Makaras hard. And purplebloods in general, honestly. It didn’t help that my favorite color was already purple, so anything associated with the color tends to draw me in hadndjdj

When Hiveswap came out, who were the characters I was drawn to most? You guessed it—the purplebloods. But I hadn’t quite reached the point of no return. No, I was just fixated on Gamzee and subjuggulator culture, not specifically clowns yet. So how did we get to where we are now? Well, as the years went by, I moved on to other fandoms and every now and then a clown character would catch my interest. I didn’t fully fixate on these characters, though; I merely thought they were neat. Krusty from The Simpsons, Hisoka from Hunter X Hunter, Lola Pop from ARMS, and Jevil from Deltarune were some I remember liking quite a bit. I think what really kicked it off was when I happened to come across clown OCs and cosplays, though. I can’t recall the exact age this happened (probably 17-18), but through those, I discovered clowncore. I had no idea you could be so creative with a clown design. The aesthetic was so different than what I was used to; I couldn’t help but be intrigued. The unique designs, the themes of fun and silliness, the absurd colorfulness… I was hooked. A being whose sole purpose is to make others laugh? I’m surprised I didn’t get into clowns sooner because that’s just… so me??

Eventually I ended up doing all kinds of reading on clowns and fell even deeper in love when I found out how much passion and hard work goes into being one professionally. Like, you gotta figure out what kind of character you wanna be, figure out your look, be good at makeup, be a good actor, have at least one or two different skills to show off, figure out your act, know how to handle it when things go wrong, etc. etc. and I’m just?? Clowning is a beautiful art form that deserves to be appreciated. Heck, performers in general deserve loads of respect. I know I could never do all that stuff, especially not in front of a bunch of people with how anxious I get. Instead, I’d rather just enjoy clowning through art and dressing up.

Anyway, as you could probably tell already, I had become a full-fledged clown lover at this point. My favorite characters in media became uh… more predictable than ever, to say the least. *looks at Wes from DST and Sun from FNAF, both of which my friends predicted I would love because they know me too well*

Also at some point I took the plunge and decided to make a whole clown species because I can. Thanks, Big Top Burger. /gen

#long post #clowns #clowncore #idk what to tag this

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superman86to99 · 2 years

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Superman #87 (March 1994)

Bizarro's World, Part 1! Bizarro is back! Hey, wait, didn't this guy explode the last time we saw him, back in 1986? Yep: this is a completely different defective Superman clone who is appearing for the first time, so I'm not sure why he's saying "Me am back!" on the cover. Then again, he is a Bizarro, so maybe he means "Me am appearing for the first time!"

This new Bizarro is created by Lex Luthor Jr.'s main lackey, Dr. Sydney Happersen, in an effort to help cure the mystery illness that's making Lex lose his hair -- and also killing him, but the hair is the main thing for Lex, especially since Cat Grant’s gossip show has aired some paparazzi photos of his newly balding head. Unfortunately, the first thing Bizarro does is zap Happersen in the face with heat vision and fly off. Lex berates poor Sydney, not terribly concerned by the fact that his face is burning.

The second thing Bizarro does is destroy a bunch of ships and set the bay on fire while trying to steal a launch called "S.S. Lois.” Yes, Bizarro apparently thought his beloved Lois Lane was a boat, but honestly I’m just impressed he can read. He must have realized that he didn’t have the actual Lois pretty soon, though, because he then pays her a little visit at her apartment.

Of course, Superman is blamed for Bizarro's shenanigans, including Lois' kidnapping (even his friend Inspector Henderson seems to think Metropolis’ protector might have randomly decided to start kidnapping reporters). The issue ends with Cat's gossip show reporting that eyewitnesses saw Supes snatch Lois -- so hey, Happersen’s plan to cure his dear boss may not have worked, at least he succeeded in getting those paparazzi shots off TV.

CONTINUED!

Creator-Watch:

This issue is the start of artist Stuart Immonen’s looooong association with the Superman titles -- so long, in fact, that he outlasted the rest of the Super-Team, having been spared in the editorial massacre of 1999. He’s only a guest artist now, but he’ll soon become a regular one and eventually a writer too. More on Immonen (and why his style looks so familiar today) in Don Sparrow’s section below!

Plotline-Watch:

So not only did Lex kill Dr. Teng, the first Bizarro’s creator, but he also steals his intellectual property? His tendency to mistreat his employees is gonna come back to bite him in the ass one of these days...

Happersen’s logic for re-cloning Bizarro to cure Lex is kinda iffy; this would make a lot more sense if the Clone Plague was causing all the infected to slowly turn into backwards-speaking albino Frankensteins like Bizarro, but that’s not the case. Then again, the original Bizarro did somehow end up curing Lucy Lane’s blindness upon exploding, so I guess anything's possible. In fact, Lex might be able to cure every illness in the world if he created enough Bizarros and had them explode over everyone in the planet, but of course he's far too evil to even think of that.

One thing I don't understand is why Bizarro's suit turns dark (beyond "Silver Age Bizarro's suit was dark"). In the Byrne issue, it conveniently darkens after Superman burns his clothes, but here it just sorta fades into that color as Bizarro’s body itself turns all white and ugly. Did Happersen simply cheap out on the fabric?

Clark thinks it's "weird" that he accidentally broke a light bulb by misjudging his strength, because he STILL hasn't noticed his powers are out of control after like three months of scenes like this one in every issue. Are his journalism powers also faltering? He also mentions that he had to stop wearing a watch Lois gave him because the band was getting too tight. Spoilers: he's gonna have to enlarge a lot more than that pretty soon.

It’s nice to see Cat back on the job again and all, but is it me or is spreading gossip about the man who caught her son’s killer kinda dickish?

Patreon-Watch:

You know who isn’t dickish? Our patrons Aaron, Murray Qualie, Chris “Ace” Hendrix, britneyspearsatemyshorts, Patrick D. Ryall, Bheki Latha, Mark Syp, Ryan Bush, Raphael Fischer, Kit, Sam, Hank Curry, and Bol, so shout out to them! Obligatory Patreon link: https://www.patreon.com/superman86to99

And now, as promised, more from our Canadian correspondent Don Sparrow!

Art-Watch (by @donsparrow):

We open with the cover, and it’s quietly a real classic with Bizarro breaking through a brick wall, Superman-style. The trade dress is all reversed, which is already eye catching, and we’re helpfully given a supra-title letting us know this is part one of a multi-part story. The word bubble with Bizarro’s trademark primitive speech lightens the mood a little bit, which is a good thing, as the cover would otherwise be quite terrifying.

Inside we’re treated to the very first Stuart Immonen Superman story, an artist and eventual author who will have a huge impact on these books. It’s a bit strange to evaluate his art style, which has now more or less become the official modern house style at Marvel Comics (Agree? Disagree? Let me know in the comments). In 1994, though, his crisp and shadowy artwork was totally unique, and something very brand new. Even in these early, expositional pages, he shows a lot of flair, drawing both figures and television equipment with very well rendered simplicity. The colourist lets him down a little bit in the early going here, with the seemingly random rim lighting on Lex Jr’s emaciated face being particularly confusing. [Max: It’s the Clone Plague! He’s Bizarro-ing!!]

On page 3, we get a good look at both a strength and a weakness that defines Immonen’s Superman work. One strength is his attention to attire, particularly Clark’s outfits. His mid-90s baggy shirt and high-waisted dockers look very of its time, without being so fashionable that you lose that it’s Clark Kent. The weakness (and it might be his only one, as he really is a stellar artist!) is that I never thought he drew Superman/Clark’s face handsomely enough. While I appreciated that he makes Superman look quite youthful (relative to, say, Jackson Guice’s Superman) the facial features always looked a little slight, weak-chinned, and average-looking to me. But that might just be me!

The full page reveal of “Superman” leaving the cloning chamber is a good one, despite, again, some weird colouring choices. Immonen’s style lends itself well to rim lighting, but the bright whites on the arm and the blobs of colour on the abs don’t quite pull together (but I get it—this is an in-between era, after the flat newsprint colour, but before fully airbrushed looking digital colouring took over.

On the following page, there’s a great, subtle piece of drawing, as in the background the weakened Lex carefully holds himself up as he decends the staircase, which is a great gesture. Bizarro zapping Happersen looks horrifyingly painful, and I dig that Bizarro is drawn less crystalline than Frankenstein-like, which is appropriate, given the original 1958 Superboy story that introduced the character.

So much of this issue is well drawn, it’s hard to narrow down the best panels, when you could select almost all of them, but the show of Superman darting away from Lois’ apartment is a particularly great image. Immonen’s Superman seems to have the longest hair of this period. Drawing funnels of water as Superman douses the tankers is really well done, as water is notoriously difficult to render believably. One last detail I love is the use of candid photos in the broadcast of Cat Grant’s Hollywood news magazine. It’s a great real world detail that the photos that sort of journalism would use might not be subject submitted. On the whole, a very exciting issue, art-wise, and a good kickoff to the reintroduction of a major Superman character.

STRAY OBSERVATIONS:

Uhh, what exactly does Jimmy Olsen’s t-shirt say? [Max: “Thank You,” obviously. Jimmy is a huge Alanis Morissette fan. Must be a bootleg t-shirt, though, because she spells it “Thank U.”]

Now, this book was written decades before doofy “Nice Guy” meme culture, but Clark is kinda laying it on thick with all the “milady” business here, and it hits the modern ear in a dorky way. [Max: At least they didn’t spell it “m’lady.”]

Canadian Stuart Immonen places a CD by fellow Canadian Leonard Cohen on Lois’ shelf. Canadian Don Sparrow notices. [Max: Chilean Leonard Cohen fan Maxwell Yezpitelok never did until now! Pretty sure I didn’t know who that was when I first read this issue at age 11 or something, though.]

It’s interesting that Jurgens specifically points out how careful Superman is to discreetly come and go from Lois’ apartment—it’s a good detail, and also sets up the contrast of Bizarro’s door crashing indiscretion.

The fact that so many people mistake Bizarro for Superman is actually a pretty good defense of the believability of the Clark Kent secret identity. If witnesses like the neighbour, or the ship captain see the hideous Bizarro in action, and still mistake him for Superman, it’s clear that people are distracted by the muscles and brightly coloured uniform, and clearly aren’t looking closely at his face. Which is exactly how Clark’s true identity has stayed secret for so long.

#superman #dan jurgens #stuart immonen #josef rubinstein #bizarro #cat grant #sydney happersen #dr. teng #bill henderson #clone plague #backwards talking albino frankenstein #Bizarro's World

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kcatta-wodahs · 4 years

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MC Who Does Not Fear Death x OM! Demon Brothers

Or maiming, or apparently any other consequences. You’ve walked into this situation with absolutely no filter and no fear. Time to tear down every structure of Devildom society.

Lucifer

You look at him with a withering stare when he tries to intimidate you into behaving.

“I was summoned out of my trashy apartment to this place, where literally anyone could snap me like a twig on accident. I’m just working on the assumption that I’m already dead.”

He sternly looks at you. “You’re under my protection during your time here. No harm will come to you.”

You snort derisively, which visibly irritates him. “Don’t worry about it. I won’t come back to haunt you if it happens.”

As you continue through your life in Devildom he keeps calling you out for meddling and all that, like usual, and he HATES that you literally *do not care* when he threatens you.

Like HE knows that he wouldn’t hurt Diavolo’s transfer student but YOU are supposed to be AFRAID of him dammit.

His frustration at this ends up turning into a form of respect. You’re about the only person who will stand up to him, and tbh like you’re so fucking fragile but you’ll yell at him all day? That takes guts. Annoying guts. But you’ve got guts.

But also STOP IT. He has enough stress in his life and now he’s constantly terrified that you’ve decided it’s a great idea to adopt a baby balrog

Which you did once. He’s just afraid that “Flamin Hot Cheeto” is going to come back since you somehow managed to imprint on it.

despite the fact that the BABY could easily tear your arms off on accident

Not to mention he gets the flack for EVERY SINGLE ONE of these following stories. You stress him out so much. Please. Please, stop.

He’s almost to the point of begging. The Avatar of Pride is three steps away from either locking you away for the rest of the year or begging on his knees for you to calm down.

But you know you’d find a way out if he locked you up so no worries. It’ll be a good challenge.

Mammon

“Well you WON’T be dead because it’s my job to protect you! Are you doubting the Great Mammon?!”

Stupid human. Yeah, you’re fragile and weak, but that’s why HE’S your bodyguard now, and there’s no way in hell (lol) that he would let you die on his watch.

Lucifer would kill him.

You welcome the challenge, and he thinks it’s funny at first but quickly becomes a flustered mother hen.

“NO, we are NOT going out to Madam Scream’s at 3am! Do ya know what kinda CREEPS are out there at 3am?!”

And you sneak out the fucking window.

He has had more heart attacks in the past week than he has had in the last 100 years of life.

He starts agreeing to your ridiculous adventures JUST because then he can actually keep an eye on you.

He adores the chaos of the laugh that bursts from you every time you narrowly escape death.

He HATES how often you have to NARROWLY ESCAPE DEATH. So he will never tell you.

He almost doesn’t have time for his own shenanigans anymore, because all his time is taken up by trying to make sure you stay alive.

And you’ve figured out that if you turn *any* of your ideas into a money-making one, he will join you whole-heartedly.

So you bribe him because what’s money to you anymore anyway?

Leviathan

I mean he doesn’t leave his room much, so tbh he probably just gets texts from you that make him want to scream.

‘hey uh levi say if someone were to hypothetically be stuck in a succubus’ devil basement to become an unwilling sacrifice to asmo what would that person, hypothetically, do?’

‘probably die’ is usually all he sends back

You always come back, because he always sends a text to the other brothers. In that case Asmo came to rescue you himself and scold the succubus.

You become the friend that he makes funny throwing-shade reddit posts about. (Devvit? Devil reddit? Eh??)

‘Levi so this has nothing to do with anything but is there a cure for a dangerously potent ‘always win at rock-paper-scissors' curse? Asking for a friend’

‘Friend is being held hostage tho so maybe be quick about a response’

He didn’t even know that kind of curse existed. None of them did. What the fuck did you do.

How did you get taken captive by playing rock paper scissors?

He doesn’t know. Nobody does. He expects the play-by-play so he can recommend it as a new anime to his favorite producers.

Somehow your chaotic plans end up with stories almost as great as TSL.

Beelzebub

He physically carries you around.

He’s like “fuck this you can’t get into trouble if I’m holding you.”

If Beel’s on MC watching duty, he’s almost the only one who is successful, just because you physically cannot get away.

But at the same time, he is very easily bribed.

So yes, he’ll go to Madam Scream’s with you at 3am. Sounds like fun.

But he is very protective after losing someone he cares about (who you remind him of so much….) so he keeps you close when you’re out and about too.

If you start getting into a fight with some other demon he literally just takes the fight for you and wins with no trouble at all.

You like having Beel with you.

Especially finding street festivals! You’re in a whole new world and there’s a MILLION things to try. Beel is more than happy to try them with you.

But that leads to arguments about whether deadly creatures to humans are still deadly when dead.

“No, you can’t eat that it’s on fire. I know even small fires hurt humans. I’ll eat it for you.”

“That hot sauce makes every demon I know cry. You really shouldn’t buy a bottle. Please. No, don’t try it. No, that’s too much for one-- oh. Oh no.”

He forgives you as long as you don’t actually get hurt and you give him your leftovers.

Asmodeus

“If I get wrinkles because of you I promise you will never hear the end of it. I will curse you forever.”

He swears on every single one of his lovers that you have started giving him grey hairs.

GREY HAIRS, MC.

Why can’t you just settle down and let them all take care of you? You don’t have to prove anything to the other demons!

But you will. You’re living in Devildom now, and by everything unholy, you are going to live that life to its fullest extent.

He was thrilled at first when you were all for joining him at his nightclubs and parties. Now he hides every party’s date from you.

That time you almost threw yourself off a balcony to try and emulate a very drunk demon’s newest dance move.

“I need to stay TRENDY, Asmo!! I’ll be fine!!”

Ever since learning Demonus doesn’t affect humans you have challenged every single stuck-up tough boy to a drinking contest.

And every single time you win, Asmo has had to *narrowly* save you from being killed by said demon.

And you just say “he deserved it” every time.

And like, yeah okay, he probably did but YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO DIE.

Somehow, you manage to out-party Asmo.

dON’T TELL THE OTHERS but he lives for the times when you practically fall asleep on his shoulder while coming home from a rager. You may not get drunk, but when you’re sleepy, you’re so affectionate and something in his heart melts.

Satan

At first, Satan was all for the rebellious “life life with no restraints” thought process you explained to him.

I mean, he didn’t like the assumption that he and his brothers couldn’t control themselves to not accidentally kill you, but also… fair.

But he didn’t realize that this mindset followed through for EVERY demon in ANY place.

Including RAD, where old and wizened demons were *really* not used to being contradicted

Which led to you “accidentally insulting” your 5000 year old Human Studies professor by giving them a pop quiz on current memes (which they failed).

And left Satan as the one who had to make sure that said professor didn’t kill you.

And the thing is, this keeps happening.

You’ve written all over the school’s library books, pointing out every error.

You *continue* to argue with the demons who threaten to kill you when you say silly things like “No, Solomon did not learn his sorcery at Hogwarts because Hogwarts isn’t REAL.”

(Solomon, meanwhile, refutes you vehemently and seems to grow three inches taller every time you glare at him.)

Satan assures you that he values knowledge and truth and all that, but could you maybe find a less dangerous way to push it?

No can do, Satan, because you already had plans with Mammon to use a curse that writes the history of the actual Sorceric Academy that Solomon attended like 400 years all over the desks in Human Studies. It’s activated by anyone saying “Hogwarts”.

No, no, Satan, it’s brilliant, because you can’t do magic. It can’t be you who did it.

Satan, no don’t tell Lucifer.

I thought you hated him. Satan, wait.

You are the only person in the history of ever who convinces him to come to Lucifer for intervention. You wear that badge with pride and also deep, deep, bitter sadness.

Belphegor

Like, through the plot your willingness to be a thorn in anyone’s side just to get more information really works for Belphie.

He’s like all I gotta do is ask? Sweet. Yeah. Go, human.

But then when he’s all big and threatening and “im gonna kill you” and you just kind of look at him and nod like “yeah, this checks out.”

Frankly, that’s rude, MC.

And then he keeps threatening to kill you and it doesn’t even PHASE you like. You just keep listening to him rant and going “OH i think i get it now”

He liked that you were always looking for more information when he was the one pushing you around, but now?

No. Human, he is going to KILL you here, STOP ASKING QUESTIONS.

And then you do the time-travel bit, and see that he *literally has killed you in one timeline* and you just like

Shrug it off and keep talking about Lilith???????

Tbh what probably stopped him from doing it again is just that you’re fucking insane, MC

“MC, you literally just saw yourself dead in Mammon’s arms”

You wave your hand vaguely in his direction and say, “Yeah okay, but can we talk about the lack of communication in this household because it is tearing this family apart.”

What the fuck MC

When he’s back to normal, tbh he loves that side of you. He loves getting into shit when he’s not sleeping. He will 100% encourage you and be there to make sure that you *don’t* actually die again.

He’s the only one who doesn’t actually try to stop you. Who knew he was so into chaos.

But if you try to drag him to a plan when he should be sleeping he will be like Beel and literally just hold you down while he naps dammit. You brought this on yourself. He needs sleep.

#obey me #obey me!#obey me shitposts #obey me crack #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #bast babbles #my writing #obey me headcanons #gender neutral mc #re-reading this makes me vibrate with the need to destroy things #tldr is that humans are fucked up

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negasonicimagines · 3 years

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Revelation; Part One

warnings/kinks: a/b/o (if you’re penis-repulsed this isn’t for you), smut (duh), brief daddy kink, even briefer mommy kink, cum-eating, cum-marking, cockwarming? (does it count if it’s a/b/o?), light bloodplay, borderline somniphilia (consensual), poisoning, suicidal ideation, allusions to cheating, mentions of conversion therapy, vague mentions of s*xual ass*ult (it doesn’t actually happen in the story, it’s just referred to a lot due to the nature of this universe)

uh… this is another one of those stories that’s just kinda Heavy, please be careful & don’t continue reading if doing so is unsafe for you. I have a variety of other works that don’t have such intense themes, which you can find on my masterlist!

request (+details): Omegaverse: Alphas Yukio and Ellie with a beta reader, but it turns out that reader is a late-bloomer omega who goes into her first heat unexpectedly. / Omegaverse: The setting could be anywhere. The three of them waking up with reader burning hot, believing to be sick but is actually going into heat. The reader could be by themselves when it happens and her alphas come home to a omega in heat / I can’t get this omegaverse idea out of my head, and I hope you don’t mind me telling you this. Reader being alone and confused when her heat came, her alphas gone on a mission. During the time they were gone, Reader made a nest of her alphas’s clothes out of instinct on their bed. By the time Yukio and Ellie returned, Reader is a hot mess from trying to get off, moaning their names and begging for her alphas to help her for she don’t know why she feels like this and is scared.)

synopsis: After Wade discovers you're dealing with suicidal thoughts, he takes it upon himself to help you out, leading to one disaster after another.

author’s note: thank you so much to the lovely anon who requested this for spending so much time with me & making sure everything was juuuust right! Fun fact: we pined, started dating, and broke up, started dating again, and broke up again all before this was published 🙃 sorry everybody, it’s been a rocky road for the past… forever.

Standing guard after school for a few extra bucks is a pretty sweet deal, you have to admit. You mostly just sit around with a pair of binoculars munching on your snack of choice, using a gun loaded with tranquilizer darts to drop anyone who threatens the safety of the school and its residents. If given permission, or an order to do so, you can use your bow and arrow to really take down your enemies.

You’re pretty lucky in life overall, you also have to admit, with two alpha girlfriends and a variety of friends and acquaintances, not to mention the advantages your mutation gives you.

It makes you feel even more guilty for what you’re really thinking about right now. Not Ellie, not Yukio, not keeping an eye out for threats, nothing but a simple question:

Would it be more efficient to slit your wrists with the point of one of your arrows, or to fling yourself from the top of this turret? Which would hurt worse? You look from the sharp arrow you hold in your hand to the plush grass below, managed by some of the other students.

It’s far cheaper to pay students to maintain the yard and house, not to mention it gives students like you a way of earning the kind of spending money that other students receive from their parents or from jobs in town. Your post would be snatched up in no time if you were to pass.

Speaking of parents.

Your father’s exact words to your mother were “I hate that you use a highschool mistake to keep me trapped with you forever!” the last time you happened to hear them argue. They were no longer invited to parent-teacher conferences after that.

It’s a fine reason for him to be angry, but, unfortunately, you’re the highschool mistake he was talking about. The one he’s always talking about whenever they fight. Maybe if you were gone, he’d finally be free. Maybe you’d finally be free from his resentment. He, fortunately enough, rarely lashes out at you directly; however… There’s always been a distance.

Would he love you more if you were gone? If you saved him from… Well, you? You’ve always wanted him to love you, to look at you with something other than anger or resentment. Would he finally be proud of you, for owning up to every horrible thing you are and have done by paying the ultimate price? Would everyone?

You’re holding the bladed tip of the arrow right against your wrist, almost like a normal person might hold a bracelet to their wrist -- trying it on for size, without really thinking about it.

Suddenly, though, Wade’s here. And he’s definitely thinking about it. He yanks the arrow out of your hand, accidentally snapping the wood that makes up its length.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“I- Uh, I don’t know,” you mumble, embarrassed, because you honestly don’t. Being alone with your thoughts gives them the space to grow from their poisoned roots into something dark you don’t really recognize as yours.

“You- You don’t know?!” Wade questions, and the unusual severity of his tone stuns you to the point of laughter. “This isn’t fucking funny, what the hell is wrong with you? Why were you-?! What were you-?! What the fuck are you doing?!”

“I’m standing guard. What the fuck are you doing?” you echo dryly, resorting to quips to avoid telling him any more than he already knows.

“I’m freaking out! I can’t kill you for apparently wanting to kill you, so that’s all I can do! I thought you were on antidepressants!”

“I am. Have been for years. They don’t cure depression, they make it easier to manage.”

“Apparently fucking not! Come on, let’s go talk to somebody and get you an appointment with a psychiatrist. You’ve been on the same prescription all these years, right? Maybe you just need your dosage upped.” Wade’s not asking, he’s telling, his hand wrapped around your bicep to pull you along, although his grip isn’t as tight as you’d expect for a man of his stature, let alone an alpha.

Why does he care so much? He’s always so gentle, even when you piss him off like this. Tears well up in your eyes but you blink hard. You know he’s been through worse. That most people here have. You have no right to cry.

Wade yells at a surprised Charles Xavier until an appointment is set up, which goes pretty well. Four days after that incident, you meet with the psychiatrist who agrees that upping your dosage is the smartest decision, frankly, she’s surprised it wasn’t done sooner. And, after about a week of your new dosage level, you’re feeling better than ever.

Way better.

“You… You’d really wanna do that? For everyone to know I’m yours?”

Ellie nods, cheeks darkened. You’re straddling her, and the two of you have been trading heated kisses with Yukio. Who would’ve thought more of the medication you were sure killed your libido before you could even develop one would be what rescued it?

“Of course we would. I know you don’t like to stereotype, but some of the stereotypes have truth to them. We’re… Territorial,” Yukio reminds you.

“I’m… A beta,” you remind her in a teasing echo of her tone.

“Our beta,” Ellie cuts back in. “Absolutely perfect.”

“Even if I’d rather not let you guys, y’know…” Your hand rubs at the space between your neck and your shoulder - where they’d likely mark you with their teeth - nervously. “...today? Or go farther than what we’re doing right now?”

“Of course, baby! The fact that you’ve even done this much…” Yukio trails off, looking over you. Your lips are swollen and still slightly parted as you continue to pant a little. The top few buttons of your (well, borrowed from Ellie) flannel are undone.

“We’re so grateful, and so proud of you,” Ellie continues, drawing your attention back to her. “We’re willing to wait as long as you need, even if that waiting only ends because you’ve decided that being with us like that isn’t something you want.”

“I do. I always have, I just… I don’t know.”

“The feeling’s still there, in your stomach, right?” Yukio wonders.

“Yeah, a little. It’s like… I know it’s not wrong, but something doesn’t feel quite right. Maybe I should just try to ignore it, I mean, you two have needs-”

“Hey. You know better than that, Y/N. We don’t, okay, babe? Not like that. We wanna have sex with you, not- Not hurt you. You understand that, right?” Ellie reassures you.

“I do, I just feel bad for being such a- I don’t know, a tease?”

“We love you. As in, you. If you forced yourself to do something you didn’t want to, just for us, how would we forgive ourselves?” Yukio says what she’s said a million times, but every time it surprises you. You tend to see yourself as only being valuable in what you can offer others— protection, a laugh, some good advice every now and then —you never expect anyone to care for you outside of that. But here they are. Absolutely perfect.

And you were thinking of flinging yourself off a tower a couple weeks ago. Should you tell them? They just think you went for an overdue checkup, which is technically the case. You don’t know what’s worse, hiding it or telling them. You’ll have to talk to Wade, he’s good at giving advice. Might not be good advice, but he’s definitely good at giving it.

“Everything okay, sharpshooter?” Ellie hands gently squeeze your hips to get your attention.

You blink back out of your thoughts, smiling a little and blushing at the nickname.

“Yeah, yeah, of course. Sorry, I just zoned out. I’ve had a lot on my mind lately.”

“Everything okay?” your alphas ask, again, in unison. Your alphas. They probably couldn’t handle it if you had a problem they couldn’t solve, the guilt of not being able to provide for you would overwhelm them.

“Yeah, totally,” you reply, because it is, now, especially here with them. Ellie starts to button up your flannel.

“Oh, we don’t have to-”

Ellie gives you a pointed look, then looks down at her crotch, then back up at you. Your blush deepens.

“Yeah, I’m guessing a cold shower’s in order,” Yukio agrees. “El, you can go first.”

“We can’t go together?” Ellie asks.

“Well, I don’t wanna leave Y/N alone. Our brave little beta did a lot more than usual. Don’t want you to feel used, baby,” Yukio explains to you both.

“Oh, duh,” Ellie agrees. You give her a quick smooch on the forehead before dismounting her and allowing yourself to be pulled into Yukio’s arms. Ellie grabs some clean clothes and heads off. As soon as the door shuts, Yukio giggles, and you look to her with a curious, confused expression.

“Now you’re all mine to cuddle.” Yukio gloats, kissing the top of your head. “Mm… You smell really good, babe. New shampoo?”

“Ish, yeah,” you agree, despite the fact that you started using it nearly a month ago at this point. Maybe the body heat you built up from the makeout session made it smell stronger, though.

Yukio keeps sniffing you, but you don’t call her out on it. She’s a little bit quirky, sure, but there’s no need to make her feel self-conscious about it when the tickling sensation feels kinda nice. She tosses in a few soft presses of her lips against your skin, too, so it’s not like she’s the only one who benefits.

Yukio eventually stops this, though, instead requesting to scent you. You’ve told the girls before that they don’t have to ask, but they— especially Yukio —seem to prefer to. You figure it’s likely to reassure them that you not only tolerate but appreciate their alphahood.

“I love you, you know that? Not just ‘cause you make me smell like petrichor. I’m surprised Ellie doesn’t spend all day huffing your scent, I… I know I would, if I could smell it.” You didn’t mean for the sad envy to ring so clearly in your words, but it’s as sharp as a knife, cutting deep enough to make Yukio gasp softly with sympathy as she rubs your wrist against her scent gland, eyes snapping open.

“Well, next time it’s about to rain, we’ll go outside, then. Every time it’s about to rain,” Yukio insists. “Who- Who told you?”

“Wade. I was just curious. He said Ellie smells like a campfire, the scent even clings like it. He even said I smell a little weird. Most betas smell like something, but I’m just… A blank canvas.”

You feel her rumble a bit with a growl, and her arms wrap tightly around you… Protectively? You blush.

“Y-Yukio?” you nervously ask, caught off guard. Ellie’s usually more of the growling type. Yukio’s pretty good about keeping her possessiveness and any other “negative” alpha traits in check. This side of her doesn’t come out often.

“What was he doing that close to you?” she snarls protectively, and if the growl wasn’t enough to get your heart racing, that was. “Sm- Smelling you?”

“Yukes, Wade’s the same age as my parents. Honestly, he’s- He’s kinda- He’s nice to me. We’re friends. I think if he was going to hurt me, he would’ve done it by now. You two keep forgetting I’m just a beta. No one wants a piece of this pie except for you and Ellie.”

“You’d be surprised at the way some alphas… It’s sick, but they- Because betas, you know, they don’t really produce slick like omegas do, and they don’t have quite as much give, uh… So, some alphas, um, they… Just let me hold you, okay?” Yukio requests. “I can’t talk about it, it’ll make me too mad.”

“I respect that. Thank you. I, uh, I didn’t realize that at all, so thank you for helping me be even safer,” you reassure her. She’s trembling. “Do you want me to hold you, instead?”

“No, no, this will make me feel better. I just… I love you. Can you just…? Just- Just say you’re mine.” This is a request Yukio has semi-often. When she feels weak in comparison to other alphas, when she feels overshadowed by Ellie, any time she needs reassurance or is just feeling bad, she’ll probably ask. You get it, being hers (and Ellie’s, of course) makes you feel better, too.

“I’m yours, Yukio. Always yours. You make me so happy, both of you. Happier than- You make me feel so-“ You get a bit choked up. These girls, these alphas… They’re so important to you.

“Oh, no, baby, please don’t cry,” Yukio implores, watching your eyes water. You turn so that your face doesn’t just rest on her chest but is buried in it.

“It’s just that no one ever loved me before you two. No one, ever. Not my parents, not my ’friends,’ no one. I don’t know why I’ve been so emotional lately, I’m sorry.”

“No one at all?” Yukio questions, but that’s the missing puzzle piece, she realizes. You’re always treating hers and Ellie’s love for you like it’s something you have to earn, no matter how much they insist being yourself is enough. She fully grasps now that it’s never been enough before.

She holds you even tighter.

“Mm-mm,” you confirm, shaking your head a little. “You and Ellie just mean the whole world to me. And- And… Wade’s my friend, too. Can I still, y’know, spend time with him?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course. I just- He’s a nice guy, but… I don’t want him to put you in danger. You can handle yourself, though. Can’t you, sharpshooter?” Her fingers trickle up your ribs as she says the nickname, making you giggle and squirm.

“Absolutely, but it is nice to have two strong, sexy alphas take care of me instead every now and then,” you admit, albeit a bit teasingly, blushing softly. You turn back so that you can see her adorable face.

“Really?” Yukio asks, but she knows.

“Really,” you agree with a smile.

“I’m yours, too. You know that, right?” Yukio checks, fiddling with your hair a bit.

“Mhm. It’s nice to hear you say it like that, though.”

“I can think of other ways you might like to hear it,” Yukio flirts.

“Yeah, you think so? Show me,” you tease back.

“I will…” Yukio trails off as she trails her finger along your jaw, tipping your head up to the perfect kissing angle and- “Eventually, little beta.”

“I- I’m taller than you,” you weakly protest.

“Your breath still hitched,” Yukio reminds you with a giggle and a gentle tap on the tip of your nose.

You stutter a little more before giving up, burying your face again and whining.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I just can’t help myself. You’re too cute,” Yukio half-heartedly apologizes, still chuckling to herself as she strokes your back.

Ellie returns from her shower, inky tendrils of hair ruffled around but with no product in.

“She’s asleep?” Ellie asks, sounding a bit disappointed, but there’s still a significant amount of fondness in her tone.

“She’s not,” you mumble back, and both girls chuckle, Yukio untangling herself from you. You can’t help but pout a little, already missing the bubblegum-haired alpha.

“I know Yukio’s your favorite, but you could at least act a little bit happy to see me,” Ellie half-jokes, and you smile, pulling (though she doesn’t give any resistance) the girl back into your bed. She holds you the same way Yukio did, but you don’t really mind the lack of variety.

“You’re both my favorite,” you argue. Ellie takes a deep breath, likely taking in the way you’re completely embraced by Yukio’s scent.

“I don’t think that’s how favorites work,” she chuckles.

“Out of all the people in the world, you two are both my favorite,” you insist. She takes the hand you have resting on her ribcage and holds it inches from her scent gland. “Please,” you say, before she can even ask. Ellie takes a whiff again.

“Did she leave anywhere untouched?” She wonders.

“N-not really,” you stutter, because now you’re thinking of where she didn’t touch you.

“Well, she’ll have to share a little, then,” Ellie says.

You hum with delight as she scents you.

“You make a new friend?” Ellie questions.

“Huh?”

“You smell… Different,” she responds, looking at you… Well, differently. “Like roses.”

“I have a new-ish shampoo?” You offer, but that just seems to intensify the look.

Your phone rings. It’s Wade. You wriggle out of Ellie’s loose hold on you, answering.

“Hey, you know how I’m your academic advisor?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“Well, apparently, thwarting your suicide attempts isn’t my only job. I also have to tell you when they need you in the office, which is now.”

“Seriously?! I didn’t even throw that pencil at Richard, and even if I did, he deserved it for being such a-“

“Oh, right! Should’ve opened with the good news. Your parents are here to visit.”

“What?! That’s-“ You sigh, not wanting to alarm Ellie any more than you already have. “Okay. I’ll be there. Just give me a second to get dressed.”

“Wow, no shame at all. I salute you. Toodles!” Wade hangs up before you realize he misunderstood you.

“What’s wrong?” Ellie asks.

“Nothing, just… My parents are here.”

“Your… Parents?”

“Kind of have to have those to exist, usually,” you remark, and she snorts.

“I know- I- Well, we’ve known each other for a while, and you don’t really talk about them, so I sort of assumed…” Ellie trails off.

“Oh, um, yeah, no, they’re very alive,” you confirm with an awkward chuckle.

“Right. I’ll go get ‘Kio, and we’ll all go, okay?”

“Uh- Um- Yeah.”

“What is it?”

“My parents, they kind of… They- I love you. And I’m not ashamed of you.”

“But they’ll be ashamed of you,” Ellie understands.

“I haven’t seen them in so long, they don’t even know that I like girls, let alone that I’m dating two, or that they’re both alphas… I want you and Yukio to come with me, but, if they start to- If they’re how they are, I-“

“Give my energy to helping you instead of hurting them,” Ellie uses Piotr’s words.

“Perfect,” you agree, and Ellie smiles back, but it falters. You didn’t mean to worry her so much.

“I’ll go get Yukio. You get changed, okay?”

“Mhm,” you agree, and she heads off to the bathroom. You steal one of Ellie’s band tees and an oversized cardigan of Yukio’s for comfort, finding a pair of high-waisted bottoms to tuck the tee shirt in. You throw on a pair of sneakers, and when the girls emerge from the bathroom, you pop in to freshen up.

Once you’re done, Yukio’s caught up on the situation and the three of you make your way to the front offices.

Wade meets you outside.

“Oh em gee, Y/N, you’ll never believe it, I actually went to high school with both of your parents.”

“Uh… Cool?” You respond, because you’re not entirely sure how to.

“Yeah, uh, I get now that it’s probably not really good news that they’re here, huh? No wonder I found you doing that the other day.”

“Doing what?” Yukio and Ellie ask, though for some reason, Ellie’s is tinged with suspicion, maybe even anger.

“I- Listen, it’s not a big deal, I got my prescription updated and all that good stuff, okay?” You prime them. “I was thinking about killing myself the other day and Wade caught me.”

“Thinking?! You’re gonna call holding the fucking tip of an arrow to your wrist thinking?!”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Ellie sounds as angry as Wade does, but she looks pained. This is why you didn’t tell them.

“Hey, she doesn’t need this right now,” Yukio argues, but she looks hurt, too.

“I mean, I was just considering if it would be more painful than jumping off of the turret,” you mumble, your defense embarrassingly weak.

“We’ll talk about this later,” Ellie decides, and Yukio nods. You three follow Wade to Xavier’s office. Wade breezes in, but you’re practically stuck in the doorway, nervous to look at even the backs of their heads, before they turn around.

“Y/N,” your mom says with a grin, but you know all too well how fake that is. She approaches you, pulls you into a hug, and you want nothing more than to push her away and scrub yourself clean. She doesn’t really love you. The second you speak out of turn, or make a mistake, or give her any excuse, she’ll remind you of your worth. (Or, rather, the lack thereof.)

She slips back into her seat next to your father, in front of the desk where Xavier sits, simply observing.

“It’s been so long,” your father says, but his smile is almost blatantly fake. “Your hair, it’s different.”

“Like you said, it’s been a while,” you say, giving a grimace and an awkward chuckle.

“I don’t think I like it,” he says, like he’s giving his opinion on a sculpture in an art exhibit by some long-dead artist who doesn’t care what he thinks. Like it’s something just… Objective.

“Not sure what to do about that,” you reply sheepishly.

You don’t fully realize that you’re holding Ellie’s hand until she squeezes it reassuringly, three times. A secret code. You step further in to make room for the girls.

“So, uh, I have to ask… Why the sudden visit?”

“Well, we got an e-mail about your medicine, and we wanted to come check on you. Make sure this is the right environment for you,” your mother explains.

“You weren’t sure before you stopped talking to me for two years?” You half-joke, playing dumb.

“Has it really been two years?” A normal person would be asking this rhetorically, and they’d be embarrassed. Your mother, though, is simply trying to gaslight you.

“Longer,” you assure her.

“I thought this place was supposed to provide conversion therapy,” your father says, eyeing your hand, then Ellie’s other hand. “You’re such a fucking liar,” he hisses to your mother.

“Wow, maybe my mom dying when I was young was for the best. Better than this for sure,” Wade jokes, gently elbowing your side. You chuckle, grateful for even the slightest ounce of comic relief.

“You’re even more of a freak than you were in high school.” You squeeze Ellie’s hand tight as your father’s expression darkens even further.

“Funny you should say that, considering-“

“Wade,” your mother cuts him off.

That’s weird, to say the least. You just file that away for later. You have bigger fish to fry, like surviving this visit.

“Y/N, why’d you go for a check-up at all? You barely needed the anti-depressants in the first place,” your mother wonders.

“Because it wasn’t barely. Why else would they raise the dosage?” You ask, and the expression on her face is as stupid as the question she asked.

“Don’t speak to her that way,” your father scolds, like he didn’t just call your mother a fucking liar himself. “You are so ungrateful for everything we’ve done for you, do you realize that?”

“I’m sorry, what have you done for her, exactly? Answer quickly, please,” Ellie retorts.

“El-“ you start, but realize this isn’t anger, but advocacy.

“Well, we sheltered and fed her for over a decade,” your father remarks, smirking like he’s won.

“That’s your job!” Wade argues.

“Mr. and Mrs. L/N… I politely asked that you refrain from visiting the campus, and while I appreciate your concern for Y/N’s well-being, I must ask that you remain respectful of her, her fellow students, and my staff. Causing unnecessary conflict is exactly the reason you were almost banned when you last visited,” Professor Xavier finally speaks.

“Almost banned?!” Wade wheezes.

“Yeah,” you sigh, and Wade’s laughter immediately ceases. “I was cheating in school, according to- To Dad.” The word is poison in your mouth.

“Come on, we all know you’re not smart enough to get those grades on your own. Probably screwing some teacher, just like Mom.”

“That’s enough,” Ellie snarls, eyes glowing orange.

“I never screwed a teacher!” Your mother protests at the same time.

“Oh, that’s right, you just blew Mr. Morin. My bad. Wow, Y/N, you really must be something special for all these alphas to be fawning over you. Maybe I did fuck up once or twice, after all, I’ve heard daddy issues-“

“Well, you visited! Now get the fuck out,” Wade chirps.

“Mr. L/N, must I repeat myself? I know you and Mrs. L/N were interested in a tour. Perhaps a less crowded area would help ease your minds,” Xavier reminds you all of his presence once more.

“That sounds like a great idea,” your father agrees.

“I’m starting to get a bit of a headache, maybe you could show us your room first and I could lie down for a bit in there?”

“I-“ You look to the girls, not wanting them to have to deal with her alone.

“Actually, Miss Phimister and Miss Kitsuna would be perfect additions to a rescue team. The orphanage your friend Russell came from was actually part of a network for mutant trafficking, and we found another hub in Maine. The jet takes off in fifteen minutes, and you two will be back in time for dinner. Better get ready and briefed.”

“But-“ Yukio starts, looking to you.

“Go, be superheroes,” you tell them, and they head out. “Uh, how about we swing by the library first, to give them time to change, and then to our room?”

“You share a room with them? Somehow, I’m not surprised.”

“We were roommates before we started dating,” you correct him.

“Dating… Aw, I bet you really think that’s what it is, too. Having parents in a sham of a marriage really did a number on you, huh?” Your father condescends.

“You know, it’s pretty fucked up how fixated you are on her sexuality. Do you like to picture it, you goddamn creep?” Wade defends you, and your skin crawls. You’d never thought of it that way before.

“Let’s just get that tour started, ‘kay?” You squeak. The sooner you get this over with, the sooner they’ll be on their way, hopefully.

“Good idea, Y/N,” Wade says. “Come on, Textbook, let’s go.”

“You didn’t just call me-“

“Oh, but I did, Textbook. Hey, Y/N, did you know that was your dad’s nickname in highschool? ‘Cause he was so fuckin’ easy to shove in a locker.”

You cover your mouth with your hand, trying not to laugh and failing.

“Just show us the library already, Y/N,” your mother says, pinching the bridge of her nose.

You take your parents to the library, as requested. Wade keeps pace with you while your parents fall back. You can’t hear their exact words, but you know your parents are bickering.

“You never said it was this bad.”

“It’s not that bad. It’s definitely been worse,” you admit, busying your eyes with the paintings that line the walls so that you don’t have to meet Wade’s gaze. You might just cry if you do; you can feel the sympathy radiating off of him.

In these past few months, Wade’s been more of a father than your dad, even more of a mother than your mom, but for some reason that doesn’t make you feel more justified in how you feel about your parents. In fact, it just makes you feel worse, and even if you’ve never actually expressed it, you’re still ashamed of the fact that you wish Wade was your father instead. He actually cares, while your parents are simply legally obligated.

From the day you met, Wade’s always been there for you. If you were to tell your parents what you almost did the other day, they’d just call you attention-seeking and insult you in other ways. All they’d do is make you want to try again.

You and Wade stop at the entrance to the library and wait for your parents to catch up. They do, and you open the double doors to reveal the room.

“It’s like Beauty and the Beast,” your mother gapes.

“I thought so, too,” you agree, attempting a smile, but your parents just ignore you, wandering around the large room. Your mother excuses herself after a few minutes of spinning, saying that the dizziness is making her headache worse.

“All these books and you’re still… The way you are,” your father comments, looking at you with such disdain.

“Winner of the science fair with her loving partners, three years in a row?” Wade questions. “Oh, or maybe you’re talking about the fact that she’s a published poet. How embarrassing for you, I’m sure.”

“Wade,” you protest under your breath, embarrassed. They don’t even know that stuff. After middle school, you stopped telling them about your accomplishments. You figured out that all they’d do is ruin them for you.

“No, no, trust me. It’s more about the fact that she’s slutting around with alphas and won’t even save us the embarrassment of them being girls,” you father spats.

“That’s enough,” Wade snarls.

“Oh, that’s right, we can’t forget that she’s yours, too. I guess anything with a dick is daddy considering I was too busy putting food on the table to play dollies,” he remarks, and you suddenly feel light-headed.

“Seriously, Textbook, I really don’t want to hurt you, especially not in front of Y/N, but I fucking will if you make me.”

“Just go,” you urge Wade, starting to feel a bit dizzy, surely from the stress. You brace yourself on him, disguising it as a touch meant to comfort him. He looks concerned as the edges of your vision start to darken a little.“I- What you’re doing, I appreciate it, but-“

“You appreciate it? You appreciate him disrespecting me, disrespecting our family?!”

“Our family?!” You finally snap. “All I ever wanted was for you to love me, and you couldn’t do that. You just couldn’t. And now we’re a family?! No. No, you…” You start to pant, your face feeling even hotter than before. “You… I hate you,” you manage to get out before your world goes completely dark.

“Fuck yeah, Y/N! I’m so prou-“

But when Wade turns to you, you’re halfway to the ground. He catches you, though, and he catches a whiff of something… Familiar.

Lavender. It’s not just the Wilson scent, sure, but it’d be too much of a coincidence. You smell just like him. You are him, or, rather, made of him.

He’s torn between ecstatic and furious.

“Hey, can we get some help over here?” your father calls out to no one. It’s not a school day, and lots of students are out on missions. He reaches out to you for once in your life, but Wade’s now sitting on the floor, cradling you in his arms.

“No,” Wade argues. “Not yours. Mine.”

“What?” You father asks incredulously. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“She’s. Not. Yours,” Wade repeats, and the more he inhales your scent, the more out of control yet calm he feels. Like he’s in the eye of a hurricane. “My baby. Mine.”

“You’re not saying…” your father trails off as Wade gets up, still cradling you. Wade has to take you to your room; help make you a nest, now. He can smell it on you.

You’re in heat.

He gets to your room quickly, practically tossing you onto your bed. Wait… Isn’t your mom supposed to be here?

And that’s when he hears the sound of pills spilling onto the floor.

He nearly rips the bathroom door off of its hinges. Luckily, your mother spilled what Wade quickly realizes is suppressants, and not your prescription.

“You. You could’ve killed her. You are very, very lucky that my baby-“

“Our baby,” your mother corrects.

“No, you take pills, you can’t even smell her, let alone feel her like I can. It- It’s so much it fucking hurts. I’ll say it again, you’re very lucky my baby is in heat, or your arteries would be emptying in that shower. Now, go. Don’t come back.”

You groan in pain, stirring, and your mother takes Wade’s advice. Wade calls Yukio. Then Ellie. Then Yukio. Then Ellie.

“What the fuck, dude?!”

“You need to turn around. Now. I don’t have the time to explain. It’s Y/N.”

“Is she okay?” Ellie, always skeptical, asks.

“Obviously fucking not, or I wouldn’t be calling. She’s in heat.”

“But-“

“I said that I don’t have time to explain, fucking turn around! I’m on the verge of going fucking feral, Ellie. You both need to get here, now.”

“Wade, get out,” Ellie immediately demands.

“I can’t,” he admits.

“Get out! Shit, Wolverine! We need to turn around!”

“I can’t. It’s not like that I swear, it’s… I’m going fucking crazy, just one of you will do, but someone needs to get here.”

“Wade, go.”

“I would never hurt her! Come home!” Wade barks before hanging up. He returns to your room to find you’ve made a nest instinctively - thank goodness for Yukio’s affinity for pillows and blankets - and now you’re curled up in pain in the center of it.

“Wade,” you whimper. He’s scared to step closer, not sure if he’s what you want, even if you despise who you thought was your father. “What’s happening to me? Everything hurts.”

“I really don’t know how to say this, but… You’re in heat.”

“But I’m a beta,” you argue, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“That’s what we all thought. But… Remember how you didn’t smell like anything before? Uh, let me start over. When did you start on your anti-depressants?”

“I was about twelve,” you confirm, not sure what that means.

“Yeah, I think those were suppressants. That it’s always been suppressants, no matter what the bottles said. Until you got a prescription without your mother knowing. Do you understand why your mother would do that?”

You shake your head, and he approaches the bed, sitting down carefully as not to disturb your work.

“Her boyfriend around the time she got pregnant with you was a beta. We know him as Textbook,” Wade teases, before continuing: “But, what no one realizes is that he was at Niagara Falls on spring break around the time when you were conceived, and she was hanging out with her next-door neighbor the whole time. Her next-door neighbor was me.”

“Oh, so I’m your highschool mistake,” you say, connecting the dots.

“Huh?”

“Ha, well, whenever my parents- Well, I guess not my parents, but that’s beside the point, uh, whenever they argue and it gets really bad, my father- Well, not my father, but, uh-“

“Continue,” Wade urges.

“Basically, sometimes he uses ‘a mistake I made in highschool’ as code for ‘Y/N,’” you explain. “But the truth is, I’m the mistake you made in highschool.”

“You’re not a mistake,” he disagrees. “You’re- You’re one of the best things that’s ever happened to me. Lots of things are made by accident, but that doesn’t make them mistakes! Penicillin, potato chips, Post-It notes, popsicles! They were never supposed to exist but they do and the world is much better off with them in it.”

“You really do have a lot of useless knowledge,” you realize.

“So do you, that’s why our team always wins trivia night.” Wade slips off his boots, joining you in your rearranged bed. “C’mere,” he suggests, guiding your head to his neck.

“S’really you,” you mumble, already weary, and Wade worries for what’s to come. He almost doesn’t even want to let the girls in. He could get you pain medicine, he could probably even find sedatives. Then no one would ever be able to even touch you, let alone hurt you. “Lavender. You never mentioned the lavender, just the sandalwood.”

“I didn't think you’d be impressed,” Wade admits.

“It’s relaxing,” you tell him. “It’s nice to have things in common with someone.”

“You smell like roses, too, not just lavender,” he makes sure you know.

“Yeah, but I think that’s mostly concentrated in an area I’d rather not discuss with you.”

“Well, just make sure that if you do decide to do anything more with them than cuddle, which I can gladly go through the rest of my life without knowing, bee-tee-dubs, that the girls are wearing alpha condoms, especially if one of them knots you. Standard condoms work in a pinch if it’s just for one, y’know, go, but for heats they’re basically useless because of everything I just said. If they hurt you, I will make their deaths look like accidents.”

“S’not like I can get pregnant anyway…” You mumble, embarrassed. “I’m- I’m really glad it’s you. I- I wished so many times that it was you instead of him. Ow, ugh, that one was bad,” you groan, massaging your stomach.

Meanwhile, on the jet, Ellie is furious with herself.

“Yukio, you don’t get it, I smelled her. She smelled like an omega, but I thought- I assumed she was cheating on us. That maybe she didn’t want to be with us like that was because she wanted to- I don’t know, to be on top? It seems so stupid now.”

“Hey, I noticed she smelled different, too. There were other signs we both missed, anyways. Think about how emotional she’s been lately, or how much farther we’ve been going in other ways. How clingy she’s been, too.”

“I guess I didn’t really notice it because I liked her being more open and needing us more,” Ellie admits. “She- She almost fucking killed herself. And I thought cheating was what she was hiding. I- I just-“

“You can’t beat yourself up over it,” Yukio insists. “We’re on our way back, and Wade’s there to protect her.”

Speaking of Wade being there to protect you, he continues to comfort you as the pain gets worse.

“S’too hot,” you complain, and he releases you from his hold, rising from the bed. He knows he’ll have to leave you soon, because you’re likely going to need privacy before the girls get home, but it’s hard to part from you knowing you’re in pain.

“I’m gonna get you some water, okay? And after that, I’m just gonna stand guard outside the door until your girls get here. I know there’s some stuff you need to do, and that’s only gonna get worse.”

“It’s already awful,” you admit, and he chuckles.

“Good luck, kid. I love you.”

Wade gets a case of bottled water from the school’s industrial-sized pantry, bringing it to your room and tearing it open for you before leaving once more. You take one, immediately guzzling it down.

In privacy, you take off Yukio’s cardigan and your bottoms, leaving you in Ellie’s tee shirt and your underwear. You decide to go ahead and free yourself from the constriction that is your bra, feeling a bit embarrassed that you’re not leaving much to the girls’ imagination for your first time together. You eventually decide to undress completely, wondering when the hell your girls are gonna get here.

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imamotherfuckingstar-lord · 3 years

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Damaged Souls

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: dark humor, cussing, loss of parent.

A/N: A comfort fic for myself/ me dealing with my dad’s passing. NOT EDITED, sorry for mistakes.

Summary: While waiting to meet with Steve, Bucky meets a woman trying to skateboard.

The park was twelve steps away from where Bucky parked, waiting patiently for his usually on time friend. He leaned against his hood, a cup of stale gas station coffee in hand. The plan was to meet Steve for some down time - he hadn’t gotten much time off from work lately. Sam and he were doing some intense intel ventures that brought him away from home in weekly intervals. Now that his oldest friend was, well, his oldest friend - he tried to see the aging gentleman as often as possible.

His cell phone rang and he picked it up to Steve apologizing for running late. “I guess old age has its disadvantages.”

“Come, on, punk,” Bucky teased, eyes following a woman who was walking passed him. She held a skateboard in hand, a duffle bag thrown over her shoulders. “By the time you get down here, I’ll have gray hair too.”

Steve laughed and promised to be there as soon as he could. “Go grab us a bench, before they’re all taken.”

“Jesus, you really are old.”

“Respect your elders,” Steve coaxed, laughing as his dog barked for his attention. “Be there soon, Buck.”

The friends hung up and Bucky sighed, pushing himself off the car hood. He walked further into the park, sipping on his coffee and enjoying the fresh air. Admittedly, he was tired and a little run down. He was truly looking forward to meeting up with Steve, so he wasn’t upset that he had to wait a little longer. It was nice being out, so he took his time looking for a bench and ended up finding one near a basketball court. No one was playing, so he sat down and relaxed.

That’s when he noticed you walking up to the court; he wondered if you were going to play alone but saw the skateboard in your hand. You were the woman who had passed him in the parking lot - he watched as you threw the duffel bag down at the edge of the court. Drinking his coffee, he focused on you - observing as you put on knee and elbow pads on. That was more protection than Sam wore on missions, the thought made him laugh a little too loud because you turned his way. Bucky quickly took a sip of his coffee, pretending to not notice you.

You looked away and continued to secure yourself before moving to the middle of the court. Embarrassed, Bucky tried to not stare, cursing his friend to hurry up so he wouldn’t look like such a creeper. He attempted to think of the things he wanted to tell Steve, mainly asking him for advice on how to rein Sam in but those thoughts were momentary. His eyes quickly went back to watching you attempt to skateboard.

He noticed how unsure you were at first, getting on the board and kicking off but stopping yourself right after. Personally, he never rode a skateboard in his life - he already spent too much time off the ground and he could only imagine how silly he would look. So, it was interesting to watch someone attempting to learn - he was living vicariously through you, whoever you were. Feeling a bit more relaxed as you noticed him less and less as the time went by, Bucky watched freely and even felt excited for you when things started to go smoothly. You were balancing yourself perfectly and even picking up speed, and as if his promising thoughts were jinx - he watched as the skateboard halted and you flew backwards.

Bucky couldn’t stop himself, leaving his coffee on the bench as he raced forward. You had fallen on your back and when he got to you, he was shocked to see you were laughing on the ground.

“Miss, are you okay?”

You blinked a few times before waving a hand in the air. “I’m fine, just...my ass hurts.”

Bucky laughed and offered up a hand. “Let me help you up, it looked like…”

“I ate shit,” you murmured, letting him pull you off the ground. Rubbing the back of your head, he asked if you hit it. “Not hard at all, I guess that’s what I get for being 30 and thinking I was Tony freaking Hawk.”

Bucky had no clue who you were talking about, but he just smiled. “I’m glad you’re okay, if it helps, before the fall it looked like you were doing great.”

Reaching down for the skateboard, you shrugged. “I guess, it’s really not that hard but my body felt that fall.”

“It looked brutal,” he admitted, pointing to the bench he was occupying. “Maybe you should sit down for a bit?”

You looked to the bench then back to the man in front of you - he was attractive, that much was obvious but his smile was kind and that’s what reeled you in. You wondered if he did this often - lingered around the park for silly women who did silly things to occupy their depression.

“I probably should, let me go get my bag.”

Bucky watched as you started to walk away but stopped, turning to tell him your name. He took the hand you held out and shook it lightly. “I’m Bucky.”

“Thanks for watching me fall on my ass, Bucky,” you amused, nodding to where your bag sat. “I’ll meet you at the bench.”

He watched as you left to retrieve your bag, scratching his head and praying that in his old age, Steve would take even longer to get to the park. Jogging back to the bench, Bucky sat down and picked up his coffee just as you approached. You were limping a little and he had to hide his smile as you sat down, tossing the bag down to the ground along with the skateboard.

“I have to ask,” he said, trying to get the conversation going. “Why skateboarding?”

You let out a low laugh but your smile faded quickly; he recognized the pain in your eyes and he felt guilty for asking such an innocent question.

“Well, my dad passed a few months ago,” you explained, feeling the constant lump in your throat forming. “And...it was one of those things, where life just feels empty. So, here I am, trying to cure my depression one new hobby at a time.”

Bucky felt a sting in his throat as you shrugged and laughed - god, he knew that feeling all too well. He lost all his family and the hell he had been put through since then, had crushed his soul. “Sorry about your father.”

“Don’t be sorry, you didn’t kill him.”

It was apparently raw, the false sense of humor in your voice - trying to deal with your pain with dark jokes. He could tell you used it often by the shrug you gave, paired with a nervous laugh. Bucky just grinned back and asked what number hobby was skateboarding.

“Shit, number six. I’ve done knitting, rug making, yoga, day drinking, throwing myself off buildings,” you laughed as you rattled off random things. Bucky grinned and shook his head, asking if you had found something worth sticking to.

“I kinda like skateboarding, just gliding around feels free. At least...I don’t know,” you said, embarrassment written on your face. Here you were, showcasing your dead dad personality to a complete stranger….again. The difference was that this time, the person wasn’t walking away confused and unsettled by you - a person so terribly broken all she could do was just laugh at her life. Laugh loud and abruptly because it was either laughing or crying, and fuck, were you sick of crying.

“I understand,” Bucky said quietly, half smiling as he stared down at the to go cup in his hands. “It feels like you’re just standing still while everything around you keeps on living, like you’re frozen in time…”

“Exactly,” you practically yelled, holding back as you laughed a little. “I mean, shit, can I bitch get a break?”

Bucky’s eyes widened at your vulgar humor and you apologized. “Sorry, I just - I blurt things out without thinking, more than ever now. “

He held up a hand and grinned. “No need to apologize, it’s actually refreshing.”

“Thanks,” you smiled, glancing down at your cell. “I have to go, I just decided to randomly come to practice but I need to go meet my sister. We have our weekly crying sessions over ramen and slushies.”

You reached down for the duffel bag and skateboard, and he watched as you took off the knee and elbow pads, stuffing them in the bag. Zipping the bag, you stood up and groaned. “Yeah, my ass is going to be sore tomorrow.”

“Ice it,” Bucky teased, standing up with you. “I’m glad you’re okay...it was nice meeting you.”

“Yeah, again, thanks for witnessing my downfall,” you remarked, unable to move. This was different, it felt strange and a part of you didn’t want to leave the bench or this stranger. Not wanting to miss your chance and this possible attractive sign from the universe, you decided to make a move. “So, I’m going to be coming back here tomorrow around noon to practice some more…”

Bucky felt relief in his chest as he smiled over at you. “I’ll bring a bucket of ice.”

Laughing, you pointed a finger at him. “That was a good one, I better go - my sister might commit suicide if I’m not there on time and I can’t let her go see our dad first. I’m very competitive like that.”

Your eyes watched for Bucky’s reaction and when he shook his head with a chuckle, you just knew he understood. Whatever he had gone through, although not the same as yours or maybe it was, it definitely was a pain the two of you could connect with and that was enough reason to show up the next day.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” he nodded, his smile small and kind.

Holding back a smile, you started to walk away but turned to wave at him. He waved back, although you had to admit, he looked pretty dorky. Laughing, you turned around and nearly bumped into an elderly gentleman with his dog.

“Oh, sorry!”

He smiled and shook his head. “No problem, sweetheart, have a nice day.”

Usually a sweetheart from anyone irritated you but his sweetheart was kind and surprisingly genuine. Smiling at him, you left the park somewhat happy for the first time in a long time.

…

Bucky watched as Steve made his way to the bench, patting the seat next to him. “About time, old man.”

Ignoring the comment, Steve sat down, whistled for his dog to sit, and nudged Bucky in the ribs - he was still pretty strong for a man of his age. “She seems nice.”

Not surprised at all, he laughed. “So you saw that whole thing?”

Steve shrugged. “I saw enough, are you going to see her again.”

Thinking of the sadness in your eyes and the familiar reflection he saw in the mirror every morning, he glanced over to the basketball court. He had felt lonely for so long and while he wasn’t going to depend on anyone else or put his own baggage on others, but something about you felt interconnected.

Two damaged souls, it sounded very dramatic but hell, his whole life had been dramatic.

“Yeah,” Bucky said through a smile. “I’m definitely going to see her again.”

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grimmywrites · 3 years

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So, about Infinite Darkness...

I’m gonna try to be as succinct as I can (I failed) about all the problems I had with it, but my list is pretty long... Yes, this has spoilers. Let me state upfront: if you’re not a hardcore RE fan, you can skip the show. Below I’ll tell you why.

Story: What a mess. Honestly, they turned me off right at the beginning with all the military stuff. It’s the same reason people didn’t like Chris’ campaign in 6; didn’t they learn anything from that? So, the story wasn’t the best thing I’ve ever seen. Honestly, it had more plot holes than anything and so many points where I went: “I don’t care about this.” Again, it was a jumbled mess. Capcom, hire me and I’ll do better, I swear. Let’s just sum it up by saying it’s a rehash of things we’ve seen SEVERAL times in the series before. If you’re gonna do it AGAIN let’s make the story unique and interesting. Oh, there are shady people in the military that want to use bioweapons in war? Okay, we’ve known that since the first game. We’ve seen it time and time again. Look to re8′s ending for example: the BSAA are now starting to use engineered soldiers - THAT was a reveal that was far more interesting. The way it was addressed and overcome in this show was just... so lackluster. Ultimately, it just felt like this entire thing didn’t need to happen. It changed nothing, it impacted nothing, and I’m aware that it really couldn’t since it was after re4 and before re5. There was just no lasting point and all the ‘themes’ (if you can call them that) made absolutely no sense, but I guess I’ll get into that with the characters? Pacing: Absolutely god awful. One minute we’re in the White House fighting zombies then I blink and it’s over and I’m like: Oh, we’re done? Another we’re in a sub and then I blink. Oh, that’s over, too. Also, the creators must’ve taken a page from the last couple of seasons of Game of Thrones (which is an abysmal idea, don’t fucking do that) because with a few cuts here and there we went from Guam to China back to DC. Guess everybody learned how to teleport so they got exactly where we needed them to for the “climax”. Let’s talk about that climax: There was none. Let’s look at Degeneration and Damnation (no I won’t talk about Vendetta). Both had their weaknesses but Leon and the climaxes were BADASS. Leon doing parkour in Degeneration? Leon going against Lickers and the huge Tyrants in Damnation? Those were amazing scenes. He did a few cool things here and there but nothing that got more of a laugh out of me. My man is coming off re4 where he rampaged through a village, a castle, and an island of mutated creatures to save one girl. C’mon now. Characters: By now (if anybody is even reading this rant), you’ve noticed that I’ve talked a lot about Leon. But what about Claire? Yeah, they lied to us about them working together. She got sidelined again. A lot of people are upset about this -- and yeah, it sucks because I do love Claire. Leon has just happened to be my favorite since 1998 so I wasn’t as heartbroken. That doesn’t mean I’m not disappointed, I’m just not very surprised. Leon - My main problem with Leon is Nick, his voice actor. I’m so sorry for all those who like him, but he just isn’t good enough for me. Paul Mercier (re4, Degeneration, Darkside Chronicles) and Matt Mercer (Damnation, Re6, Vendetta) would have been more appropriate. Nick tries his best, but he’s just too soft sounding to be post-re4 Leon. This is a man who is quipping one-liners left and right a couple of years ago. Now he’s barely smiling and doesn’t feel confident at all, and I think a lot of that is because of his portrayal. There are times where the lines hit, but more often than not they fall flat. I never felt that way with Paul who is my favorite Leon or Matt who gave emotional performances every time. Also, his decision at the end? I can understand it, but explain to Claire! Claire - I like Stephanie as Claire, I have no problems with her. She makes her sound tough and ready to do what she thinks is right. Unfortunately, the story completely sidelines her and makes her role obsolete. Everything she uncovers (because that’s her role apparently, just there to Nancy Drew) is already told to us through flashbacks and other characters. Why even have her? Was it just to show us WHY her and Leon don’t talk often? A waste. Shen Mei - I don’t care. I felt nothing for her. They tried really hard, but they just failed to flesh these new characters out and when her time was up I once again went: Oh? That’s it, then. ‘Kay. I think I laughed a bit, sorry girl. Her whole plotline was to get that chip in Leon’s hand, nothing more. Jason - I don’t care. A character I thought I felt sorry for with his ptsd but nope. Once his story unfolded - messily, I might add (I hate the REPEATED flashback shit. Tell me once and stop teasing me.) I just went... okay, what the hell is your plan? To spread fear? ‘Kay. It was dumb and made no sense. What, he wants everyone to feel terror so they know? It needed to be clarified. It’s like they couldn’t figure out more synonyms for fear and terror. So, what? It helps keep Leon from going public with the chip and that information? Because he knows it’ll just cause mass hysteria? And then you’ve got Claire’s side - she’s not an agent and she believes the people have a right to know. They’re both right, but there’s no goddamn communication between ANYONE in this show. I just felt exhausted by it, nothing else. Not to mention it’s useless angst because of the plot of Degeneration. Wilson - Our bad guy. Let’s just sum up really quickly in case people were confused by the plot: He was putting infected soldiers into war zones so that even after they died they’d kill anybody involved, then he’d bomb the area and clean up the evidence. These soldiers didn’t show any symptoms because they had inhibitors that kept the virus at bay until they died, so they had to take regular shots to stay human. He’s the one who gets the zombies into the white house so that he could blame it on China and get the US into a war with them. That way he could send in his soldiers and infect the populace. From there, he’s the only one with the cure so he could rake in LOTS of money selling it to the world. AKA: he wants to use the US military to infect everyone so he can make a profit. He gets infected by Jason and gets away... then meets up with someone who gives him an inhibitor. This someone is working for Tricell, the big bads of re5 who work under Wesker. So it leads right into the fifth game. That’s all he is, a tie in and yet another example of someone in power trying to profit off the viruses of the RE world. Honestly, nobody else is worth mentioning. Animation: They’re getting better at it. Leon and Claire looked especially pretty, but there’s still a stiffness here and an issue with everyone’s mouths while they talk. I want to praise how different SOME of the characters look - the president and his aides all look appropriately aged and grizzled and distinct. Same with Jason. Other characters (side characters mainly) kinda look generic. Shen Mei for example isn’t very distinct. I mean, her grandpa and brother (both one scene wonders) were more realistic looking than she was. Even Claire - they gave her a bigger nose and made her look more in line with her Revelations 2 model (thank god I love that model). Movement was pretty fluid, I wish we’d seen more fighting and cool action -- though not to the extent of Vendetta. Maybe that’s what they were trying to avoid, but it didn’t make it any fun to watch. Enemies: This is the last thing I’ll comment on. The zombies were fine - they always are. I heard a ton of reused sounds from remake2, as well, but I thought of it as an Easter Egg more than anything. They looked good, their gore was good, all set there. Problem was, they were basically the only bad guys. That’s a huge fucking disappointment. I know people recognize this series as ‘the one with the zombies’ but that’s not true. Every game (save 7) had MULTIPLE enemy types all created through bio engineering. In this show we see three types. THREE. Zombies. Zombie rats - a one-scene wonder that Leon dispatches fast and easy. I’ll admit, they looked cool but there was nothing else to them. “They’re a bioweapon” and then Leon fries them all with some electricity and we’re done. Jason’s mutated form. Okay, I have to admit, I really loved his design. He was cool, I liked that he could talk and emote. But, other than that? He didn’t DO anything cool. He mutated once and hopped around a lot. That’s it. I mean, a bioweapon that keeps his mental capacities? C’MON! We could’ve done so much more with him. Again, this goes back to why the climax was so bad -- he and Leon didn’t fight. One jumped, the other ran around to catch up and fired a few bullets and a rocket at him. Then he used an acid bath to finish the job. (Also, explain to me WHY he mutated into a tyrant-like creature while everyone else with that specific virus was another form of zombie? We see Jun (Shen’s brother) mutating almost crystal-like at one point but... what? You leave them off for a while and they turn into crystal zombies? Make it make sense.) I’m sure there’s more to say, but honestly, unless you’re a hardcore RE fan like me, I’d say you can skip it. It wasn’t a fun ride, there weren’t any stakes, it wasn’t emotional... it just... was. I will end on one good note that made me smile, though: I loved seeing the Ashley Easter Egg.

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