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Hello, saw your posts about RWBY Characters' Allusions. A question, does team rwby have another character allusion?
A lot of characters have more than one allusion, and team RWBY is no different. These allusions often have a character fill a complementary role of a significant figure in another fairy tale.
Let's start with Ruby Rose. She is of course Little Red, but there are also other characters she embodies. The Wolf in the story is known for his big & shiny eyes, a very notable feature of Ruby (that was pointed out by Ozpin in the first episode, just like the fairy tale). She is also her own huntsman, equip with an "axe" weapon of her own.
Weiss Schnee is Snow White, but also takes other roles of the story based on her summons. Her Boartusk represents the huntsman, who killed a boar to spare the princess. Her Knight represents the noble prince who saves her. Her Queen Lancer represents the Evil Queen who plagues her. Weiss seems to take after the Evil Queen the most, with her friends often referring to her as "Ice Queen".
After reading those first two, you can probably now understand why Blake is based on both Beauty & the Beast. She has Belle's beauty, part of her name, her love for books, her relationship to "Adam" and her tendency to run away. But like the Beast, she has animal traits that she hides, is haunted by a rose, prefers living in isolation, and eventually falls in love with a human girl. She is often seen in Forever Fall, a forest with wilting red flowers, representing the wilting rose that curses the Beast.
Yang is Goldilocks with her destructive nature & yellow hair, but can also be seen as Baby Bear, the child of the Papa (Taiyang, blue eyes) & Mama (Raven, red eyes), resulting in Yang being a mix of both (purple eyes). Each parent compares Yang to the other, and she learns to embrace the good and bad traits of both in order to become "just right".
The tale of Rose Red & Snow White, two young girls based on Little Red & Snow White, can be the inspiration for the partnership between Ruby & Weiss. The two were sisters, which is represented by the ever-growing bond between Ruby & Weiss. Weiss's fairy tale, Snow White, could also be the reason for Ruby's theme, Red Like Roses, which is how the Evil Queen described how red she wants her lips in the original tale (in some stories she compares it to blood in the snow, both line up perfectly with the Red Trailer & Players & Pieces).
Weiss also represents the story of the Snow Queen. She is called Ice Queen. She has a male companion (Kai/Whitley) who is cold, distant, & rude. She sets off to find the Snow Queen (Winter) in V5, during her trip she meets a talking corvid (Raven) & a robber maiden (Vernal). Weiss also gets pierced by evil glass like Gerda.
Gerda’s most cherished memories is being young playing in the rose gardens with her friend. They shared many happy memories here. This rose garden takes the embodiment of Ruby Rose, who befriends Weiss & takes her on adventures. Weiss reminisces about Ruby in V4 after the attack on Beacon, missing the days when they had fun together. A frozen rose garden is seen in Weiss Character Short, representing her longing for Ruby (innocence, fun, freedom).
Blake & Yang have so many allusions when it comes to their relationship. Start with Beauty and Beast. Blake already shows traits of both Belle & the Beast, but Yang does as well. Her affiliation with yellow, adventure, bright energy, & beauty is reminiscent of Belle. The Red Trailer even directly ties her with Blake, calling her the beauty to her beast. Yet Yang also displays signs of the Beast, most notably her behavior when she is angry. She sparks fire red eyes similar to the monstrous Grimm they fight, and is the most aggressive fighter of the group. She receives an injury on her arm identical to the Beast. Most importantly, she is abandoned by Beauty in V3. This theme of having similar & different traits within one another ties into another dynamic that will be explained later.
There are two roses that bring them together. They meet through Ruby, the good rose Yang gives to Blake. Adam is the bad rose that Blake tries to keep away from Yang, but he breaks them. Adam starts off as the Beast (Adam) to Blake’s Beauty. Once she leaves him (like the fairy tale) he then embodies the Rose that haunts her. Once he meets Blake’s new partner, he then becomes Gaston & adopts his jealousy. Once Blake & Yang defeat him, they free themselves from the curse and come back to the Good Rose.
Blake & Yang also represent the Yin & Yang dynamic. We have the darkness (Blake) and the light (Yang), with a little bit of each other in each (matching eyes). Many cultures depict Yin as a tiger (Blake's cat ears) and Yang as a dragon (Xiao Long). The themes of darkness and light has been associated with Blake & Yang since their trailers. Blake engulfs in darkness when she leaves, while Yang brings light when she enters (kind of like their semblances). Scenes with Blake & Yang play with lighting a lot (2x06, 6x01, 9x06), and fights involving them often have them circling around each other or moving across each other, just like the Yin Yang Symbol.
Team RWBY as a whole also has references. One commonly known reference is the Wizard of Oz crew, with Ruby acting as Dorothy (who had Ruby/Silver slippers). Weiss is the Tin Man who gains heart while the real one loses it (Ironwood), Blake is the Lion who gains courage while the real one loses it (Lionheart), and Yang is the Scarecrow who learns to fight smarter while the real one acts irrationally (Qrow). These four adventurers set off to Beacon (Land of Oz), meet the Wizard (Ozpin), and get their wishes (graduating). They are told to stay on the Yellow Road, but fail.
The team's respective Remnants also allude to their fairy tales. Ruby sheds roses, representing her red color scheme, her youthful innocence, and the flowers Little Red picks for her grandmother. Weiss sheds snow, representing her white color scheme, her cold attitude, and Snowhite's soft skin that gave her the name. Blake sheds shadows, representing her black color scheme, her dark personality and background, and the Beast condemned to the shadows. Yang sheds fire, representing her yellow color scheme, her bright but scorching personality, and the porridge Goldilocks claimed was "too hot".
Ruby represents multiple figures from others characters’ allusions. Penny is based on Pinocchio, who wishes on a Shooting Star to be a real human. Ruby, who is often characterized as a small flickering light (literally & figuratively) she represents the star that Penny wishes for & makes her feel human (literally & figuratively).
2x07 Dance Dance Infiltration is a retelling of the Cinderella story. The maiden is told she needs to return by midnight, puts on a disguise, & goes off. Ruby tracks her, Cinderella enters the stage, the two dance, and she leaves without a trace. Ruby in this case represents the Prince that wants to find the mysterious maiden he danced with the night before. His only clue was her missing glass slipper. Cinder fights with glass, a point Ruby reports to her professors as information to track her down.
There's a lot more micro references to other fairy tales but these are the most notable for Team RWBY. These references influence how a character is portrayed, how they interact with others, and the actions they take.
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tenderness | chapter 5: a little too much
[noun] /ˈtendərnəs/
1. the quality of being gentle, kind, or loving
2. the feeling of pain, aching, or soreness
pairing: bang chan x female reader
summary: in a world where soulmates are rare and precious, you don’t know why the universe has decided to give you one. you never could have imagined that they would be an idol, and one that you worked with at that, or the challenges that would arise from your bond.
chapter word count: 3.4k
chapter warnings: arguing
a/n: just wanted to say thank you so much to everyone who has liked, commented, and reblogged tenderness! i appreciate every interaction so so much!
also, happy stay day!!
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As preparations for the tour ramp up, so does the amount of time you spend working.
You’re still doing double time, assisting with schedules while staying up late at our desk to reply to emails and finalise details for the tour. You resort to alternating between sipping on tea and energy drinks to help you stay awake long enough to finish all your work. Even though you don’t like the way they make you feel, jittery and sometimes nauseous, it’s the only way that you’re able to meet your deadlines. Everyone on your team is feeling stressed these days and not even the snacks that the company sometimes provides are enough to bring a smile to people’s faces.
The only person that consistently stays later than you is Chan. He has practically become a permanent fixture in his studio and you’re starting to just barely meet the minimum recommended Charging times. It’s not bad enough that you’re concerned, you just watch what you’re eating and make sure that you’re getting enough calories to keep your energy levels up.
You keep a more careful eye on Chan’s diet too, although you don’t interfere because you know he has his own goals for the condition of his body. You make sure that the snacks and drinks he likes are always provided during schedules, that there’s always food available to eat in his studio, and bring dinner to him more often than not.
The two of you are on good terms, even if you don’t have a chance to hang out as often doing anything other than working or eating. In fact, you’re probably closer than you were before. Chan doesn’t treat you any differently, but there was a deeper understanding that was shared between the two of you.
You’re relieved that after so many nights you spent worrying about Chuseok, you no longer felt like you were hiding something from him. There’s an unspoken agreement not to bring up anything about your eomoni’s treatment of you. You don’t think that you’ll ever see eye-to-eye on the subject, but you had expected that. You know how bad your relationship looks from an outsider’s perspective, but to you it’s complicated in a way that you don’t know how to put into words.
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The first concerts for the tour were held in Seoul, so you didn’t think that you’d be as heavily involved. You’re honestly not too sure what to expect from your first time helping out backstage, but you never could have imagined the chaos.
During the first night, everyone was relieved that things went relatively smoothly onstage, but there were a lot of small problems that had to be resolved on the fly and need to be relooked at again. It means that, although the audience and the members had a great time, all the staff were exhausted by the end of the concert. You spent most of the time running back and forth basically as a stagehand, as it was too short notice for you to explain fixes for many of the issues that came up and easier for you to just do it yourself. You hadn’t realised how involved you were in the run of show, but over the months you had become familiar enough with all the little details that to be busy all night.
Cleaning up was another beast. Everything had to be packed away after each concert, but it seems like all the equipment has multiplied and there aren’t nearly enough containers to put them into. With all the troubleshooting, things weren't where you thought they would be or had been modified and could no longer be stored the way they were previously. It felt like a more intricate game of jenga with costumes, accessories, and equipment that were thousands of dollars.
Debrief was at least a chance for a physical break, but it’s another hour of discussion with your team on what could have been improved and what went well before you’re allowed to go home. You fell asleep in the car ride and Eunsung has to shake you awake when he drops you off in front of the dorms. You’re severely tempted to close your eyes during the elevator ride, but force yourself to stay conscious. You barely make out a greeting to the members, before collapsing on the couch, grateful to finally be sitting.
At least they’re all in an infectiously good mood, even if a few of them had cried from all the emotions during the encore. Their boost of energy cheers you up a bit and after a bit of time resting, you’re happy to join them for a very late meal. They eagerly recount everything that happened during the concert and talk over each other trying to share funny stories of mishaps or entertaining things they noticed in the crowd.
As tiring as it was for you, you think that it’s all worth it. It’s been a while since you’ve seen the members so excited, and as you were exiting the arena, there were a number of Stays that you had encountered, all of them equally as thrilled.
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Working in the office is reprieve from the craziness of the concerts. The second show was fairly similar to the first, but a bit smoother and with that it was more fun. You knew better what to expect and found yourself enjoying the chaos instead of getting swept away. But even though you enjoyed the experience overall and are still looking forward to the rest of the tour, you now have a better appreciation for the quiet. You're definitely relieved that the initial tour planning gave a bit of time between the Seoul, Japan, and international concerts.
The next month before you have to leave for Japan is critical, not just for you but also the members. It feels like you barely see any of them outside of the company anymore. Even though they've just had a comeback recently, they're already preparing songs for the next one and juggling that with attending brand events, doing solo interviews, and photoshoots for magazines.
Chan has never complained about any of it, but you know that their growing popularity means more pressure and that's taking a toll on all of them. 3Racha spend hours going back and forth perfecting portions of songs before sending them for approval, more members try to get involved in songwriting, and everyone devotes their free time to vocal lessons, dance practice, and working out.
You know that they've been offered more days off, but were adamant to keep the schedules as tightly packed as possible. You're proud of them and understand why they've chosen this, but you're also concerned. The only thing you can do is support them and cheer them on, knowing that doing your job well will help them do their job.
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It's just before 12:30 in the morning when you finally decide to save everything and turn off your computer. Although you're used to the long days and late nights, an early morning schedule means that you have to be back at the JYP building by at least 6 am to prepare, an hour earlier than the call time for the boys. You quickly pack your bag and make your way down to Chan's studio, where he's doubtlessly still working.
Sure enough, when you knock on his door and gently ease it open, Chan has his headphones on and barely nods a greeting before focusing back on his laptop. Knowing that your presence is enough of a signal for him to get ready to leave, you flop down onto his couch and pull up your thread of texts with one of the company drivers.
You feel guilty but the recent cold weather and ever present threat of sasaengs camping outside of the building mean that he's used to all the late night requests. A fan had recently cornered Chan as he had left one day and had later posted about their encounter, leading to an increasing number of people loitering around the main exit, hoping for a glimpse of any of the members. Although there hadn’t really been any issues, it was enough that the JYPE had sent out a company-wide email about being more vigilant on keeping track of who is walking in and out of the building, as well as more security for the time being.
[12:32 am - sent]
Sorry, Chan-ssi and I will need a ride back to the dorms soon!
[12:34 am - received]
K. Just let me know when you're ready and I will pick you up.
[12:34 am - sent]
Thanks! You're the best! I'll let you know when we're about to head down.
Satisfied, you switch to one of your guilty pleasures, scrolling through Twitter.
Your first account had been created before you worked at JYP and was used to keep up with some of your friends. You had made your second account when you started working with Xdinary Heroes as a show of support and also to get more insight on the fans to better cater to them. Now, that account and the newest one you had for Stray Kids were purely for fun. Sure, it was sometimes useful for work to see what piqued interest the most and what people were complaining about, but you mostly wanted to see people's reactions to content, it saved you money from subscribing to Bubble, and you could bookmark fanart that you thought the members might like to see.
You didn't post much and if you did, made sure nobody would be able to deduce that you were part of the staff. Your profile was generic and you followed a mix of Korean, English, and Japanese accounts, as well as some of the popular translation ones.
Everyone was excited for the upcoming Japan tour dates, especially after the recent Seoul concerts. The preview for the Japanese merch had just been released today so it dominated your timeline. Even though you haven't been on in a few days, you're glad to see there's still a lot of posts from the concert and that so many people, regardless of whether they were able to attend, enjoyed the show.
Technically you had been there and there were a few screens scattered around that were streaming what was happening on stage, but all the staff were so busy that you had only been able to catch a few glimpses of the performances. Based on your conversations with other managers and coordis, it would continue similarly for the next few concerts as new issues arose and would have to be solved on the spot. You were hoping that you'd have a chance to be part of the crowd for at least one night sometime this tour.
After scrolling for about 15 minutes, you lower your phone a little bit to peek and see what Chan's doing. He’s still working on a song and doesn’t look close to stopping. You frown, usually he’s pretty good about wrapping up his work shortly after you arrive.
“Channie-oppa,” you call, keeping your tone light. “Are you almost done?”
“Yup,” he says absentmindedly, not even pausing in the work that he’s doing. You stare at him for a moment, but give him the benefit of the doubt. You know there’s more pressure on him than usual, there’s looming deadlines for their next album and limited time to do everything with preparations for the rest of the concerts. Even if it means sacrificing a little bit of energy, you don’t mind giving him some extra time.
After you notice 15 more minutes have passed, you bite your lip, not wanting to interrupt again, but also wanting to get home to rest and Charge for as long as possible. With a press junket scheduled to start early in the morning and continue for most of the day, you know that Chan has a long day ahead of him, and that yours was going to be even longer since you had to arrive before the members to help set up everything.
It’s when the driver you had contacted sends you a text asking for an estimate on when you want to be picked up, that you decide to speak up.
“Hey, how much longer do you think you’ll be?”
“You can go home first,” Chan says instead of answering your question.
"Tomorrow your schedule starts-" you start to explain, but get cut off.
"I know," Chan says, sounding annoyed. He finally turns around to face you and tugs his headphones off roughly. "But this is important, I need to finish as much as I can right now, okay?"
"I’m saying this for your benefit. You'll be able to work better after you rest. I think it would be good if you took a break tonight."
"I'm good now!” he snaps. “I'm really good now. I was also good when you were not here. When you weren’t my soulmate. I worked as much as I wanted. I did things I liked. Even without you, I was fine every day."
"I- '' You swallow hard and look down, biting the inside of your cheek hard. Without anything for your hands to do, your fingers find a hangnail on your thumb and pick at it. "I just want to help you."
"Thanks, I don't need it,” he says, exasperated. “You really don't have to do these things for me. I can order my own dinner. I can choose when I want to work and when I want to stop. If I need to check my calendar, I can look it up by myself. You aren't family. You aren't my girlfriend. Yes, you’re a manager for Stray Kids. Yes, you're my soulmate, but you don't have to…. try to do everything, you know? It’s enough for you to just live your own life and do your job as a manager, but you don’t have to do anything extra.”
You make a small noise of acknowledgement, but the sound comes out with difficulty. Your throat is tight and aching while your nose is starting to stuff up, making it harder to breathe normally. You blink rapidly to keep your vision clear, eyes stinging. You know crying won’t do anything to change the situation except maybe make it worse, but you can’t help it. You’re almost glad when Chan continues on without waiting for a reply, as you don’t think you’d be able to say anything if he wanted you to.
“I know you think you know what this industry is like after 3 years, but you don’t. I was a trainee for 7 years, I’ve been an idol for longer than you've worked here. I know better than anyone what my limits are. You've told me how controlled you felt when you used to live at home, but sometimes I can’t help but think that some of your eomoni’s methods have rubbed off on you. I don't need someone constantly nagging me about this and that. I don’t need you bringing me food just because you think I need it. I don’t need you reminding me about schedules. I don't need you sitting around my studio trying to get me to go home when I'm not finished with my work. And I definitely don’t need or want you telling me when I should be taking a break, resting, not working, sleeping, all of that. Please, please, can’t you just leave me alone?”
“I’m sorry.” Your voice sounds wet and thick and cracks in the middle of your words. Not knowing what else to do, you bow in apology and are grateful that your face is hidden when you realise that the tears that have gathered at the corners of your eyes have finally fallen. You wipe them hurriedly, feeling mortified, but Chan hasn’t even noticed, already turned towards his laptop and with his headphones back in place. Even though he can’t hear you, you still say, “I’ll just go ho- back to the dorm now.”
As expected, he doesn't reply.
You must have subconsciously backed up when Chan's tone had risen, because you were now only a couple steps away from the exit, making your retreat easier. You close the door behind you as quietly as possible and beeline to the bathroom.
The harsh glare of the fluorescent lights hurt your eyes and exaggerate the redness of your face when you stand at the sink and stare at yourself. Where the skin was worried away on your thumb, there are now smudged beads of blood that you wash away. You splash your face with water to wipe away your tears, then press a soaked paper towel against your eyes to try to cool down the swollen skin there. When you look at yourself in the mirror, you almost laugh at the pitiful expression that stares back at you. It reminds you of all the times you did this when you were younger after conversations with your eomoni, meticulously applying make-up to hide any signs of weakness. You had gotten better over the years, at cleaning yourself up carefully and preventing yourself from crying in the first place.
After blowing your nose, you leave and head toward the building’s lobby. You don’t think that you can face anybody else tonight, so you text the company driver again, telling him that you’re getting a ride with someone else but that Chan would probably still need to get a ride home a bit later. You don't wait for confirmation before locking your phone and dropping it into your bag.
For once, you’re grateful for the cool air as you step outside the doors, the usually biting winds feel refreshing against your hot skin. At this time of night, there aren’t many people around, which means nobody pays attention as you start walking towards the dorms.
You take deep breaths to try and calm yourself down, pressing your cold hands against your cheeks which are still flushed with emotion.
You feel humiliated. Had you really come across as that desperate and overbearing in your interactions with Chan?
One of your eomoni’s favourite ‘reminders’ to you growing up was that you were too much.
You were too emotional, too dramatic, too sensitive. You spent too much time daydreaming, imagining a future for yourself that would never happen. You were too open with people, too trusting.
People don’t want that, she would say. They want you to be polite and quiet. You can have opinions, just keep them to yourself. You spend too much time doing whatever you want and not enough time listening to what people are telling you to do. You're expected to be obedient. Don't overstep.
It hurt to know that maybe there was truth in her words. It was clear now that you had done more than overstep.
Chan had sounded stressed, angry, and his tone had been cold, much sharper than you had ever heard before. He had been cruel, even. But what had caught you off guard the most was the deep-rooted frustration that you had heard. It meant that this likely wasn't the first time that he had thought these things, it was just the first time he had shared them with you. It was a wound that had been festering and he was just now exposing it for you to see.
You hate that you had caused that.
You also couldn’t help but feel embarrassed by your display of emotions in Chan’s studio. You hoped that he hadn’t noticed, but found it hard to believe that he couldn’t tell your voice was more choked up than usual. You used to pride yourself in having full control of your emotions, but had found yourself caught off guard so many times since you had met your soulmate.
You had become too soft-hearted and you hate that too.
Mechanically, you let yourself into the dorms and complete your nighttime routine as quietly as possible. All the other members are home, but their doors are closed and lights are off. Exhausted and emotionally drained, you curl up on your side of the bed and close your eyes, willing yourself to fall asleep quickly.
The wound on your thumb stings.
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Genuinely fascinated at the showrunners of live-action ATLA misunderstanding the purpose of a character arc so badly. Like, I don't live in that fandom, I'm not super emotionally invested, but it feels rather on the same level as the guys who made Game of Thrones saying "themes are for 8th grade book reports" and Disney trying to shoehorn extra modern feminism into the Beauty and the Beast live action adaptation. In this case, characters need arcs, and sometimes that means a good character does bad things at first so they can learn to do better, because it's REALLY IMPORTANT ACTUALLY that kids get to internalize that doing bad things now doesn't mean you're bad forever.
Meanwhile we've got the Wheel of Time adaptation over here saying "The first books were written with only a loose outline of the series arc and for an audience more than a generation removed from today's sensibilities. We're going to tighten up the story structure, avoid repeating some character beats to death the way the books did, and generally make this a smoother journey than the books are, as well as shorter, but still with all the satisfaction of an arc trajectory well executed. Also make it queerer." Like, legitimately, I'm in Discords with people who Know Their Shit, and even the costume department read the brief and had a professional costumer predicting book 14 plot points just from embroidery on an outfit and a certain camera-cut in episode 1x02. In season 2, some other authors were analyzing the story beats and showing us in full-spoiler channels exactly how the changes being made are setting up the endgame in some ways better than the original author was equipped to when he thought the story was going slightly different places.
Good adaptations are possible, but you need someone at the helm who understands why a story is doing what it's doing. Rafe Judkins's team is doing incredible work on WOT but he also hired a book consultant, who read the series dozens of times, and can help balance the needs of the original story against the needs of the television medium. You can't adapt a story unless you understand the story, and it seems like the ATLA people are doing a lot of the same things that Disney's live action adaptations of their former animated hits have been doing: adapting the superficial layer of the story without understanding its underpinnings and why those resonated so much with audiences.
#atla#avatar the last airbender#wheel of time#wheel of time on prime#i know i'm risking Being Perceived and getting attention#by saying and tagging anything on a hot button topic#but i can't help wanting to make this comparison#and also i really want literally everyone who can to try the wot show#it's not gonna hit with everyone and i know that but it's SO GOOD#so much better than we had any right to hope it might be#murder milfs and sad wet cat boys galore
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Hello Katya, do you have any ideas about Simple Gratia?
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Yes, my girl!! I have some observations AND ideas! I remember that back when I checked, a fan Wiki incorrectly said that she is wearing Yharnam Hunter set. I do not know whether they've fixed that since then or not, but I know it confused a few artists. Gratia, in reality, is wearing an Old Hunter set but slightly altered:
(Close images of her model are from this ( x ) page, datamined by AstralLace!) This is what an Old Hunter set looks like, for a reminder:
Gratia is an Old Hunter: the type that started under Gehrman like Maria, Vitus, Henryk, Djura, Bestial Hunter, all that. I think that she knew all these characters and more, and with Maria she was a lot like an older sister that Maria never had! But I think she would be genuinely annoyed by Djura's complex inventions and at times not be able to hide her disdain, right in the middle of Djura ranting about them! That'd spark stupid, petty arguments about what kind of weapon is "better" which their friends laugh at in the corner like hyenas until Gehrman or Maria separate them XD
In comparison with the generic set, she is missing the long flowing cape, as well as the glove on her left hand. Her weapon, a chunk of metal, also goes in the left hand. I think she is missing the glove to have a stronger grip on the metal, so it would not slip away! I wondered what her right hand weapon would be before, but I think she doesn't need one in the end! I imagine her staggering the beast with her Iron Fist and then TEARING THEIR HEAD OFF WITH HER FREE HAND DFJHFSHSD .....but, you know, a hammer or a mace would also be nice yeah sure
In Bloodborne setting, red hair is also highlighted as a trait of Cainhurst nobles, that isn't really seen in any other NPC. Edgar may be also a ginger but much brighter kind, certainly not a REDhead!
This makes me think: what if Gratia's red hair is not just a random design choice, but a hint? And even if it isn't, it can still be used for a headcanon! Cainhurst nobles descend from Pthumeru Ihyll and have some Pthumerian heritage (just in case here ( x ) is the post with evidences of it) 🤔 At the same time, Pthumerians have gigantic variants, that seem to be more slow and dim than 'regular' ones. And interestingly, Gratia is abnormally big AND stated to have some intellectual drawbacks:
So, she has 1) otherwise Cainhurst-exclusive hair color 2) a size abnormally large for a human and 3) correlation between inability to use guns and being 'dim'! This gave me a headcanon that she was born in the Cainhurst walls, but shown Pthumerian genes that were "undesired" in the eyes of snobbish nobles and thus, abandoned at birth. She never knew of her origins, but was adopted by a kind man! Yeah, in this context, Maria and Gratia feeling family-like bond almost from the start in kind of fateful!
^ I often draw her with the same body pattern that shows on the skin of Snatchers, and that is exactly what kind of descendant she is!
I also always liked the idea that Gratia, Simon and Yamamura were the 'detective friends' up to uncover the Healing Church's secrets! Later, I decided the Yahar'gul Hunter we find in the prison under Grand Cathedral should also be a part of the squad! I did not know that Simon interestingly had Fist of Gratia as a part of his equipment back then and only judged from their location, but that made me feel validated with that headcanon! xD
Gratia is, of course, more of a 'power' of the team! She might be not very smart, but she has her heart in a good place and can understand the concept of shady bad business that should be stopped. She is easy to deceive in terms of pranks and other remotely innocent things, but when someone lying to her or trying to use her is malicious she will sense it. Pair that with her being very brave and blunt, and you really don't want to mess with her! The girl could grab Laurence and slam him against the wall accusing him of being "full of shit" if he attempted to deceive her, ffs! And not even his friends would defend him because it IS his fault for playing with this tigress x)
Needless to mention that she is protective over her friends! Not a kind of a protective friend that will mindlessly jump into fighting the other guy, but someone that will walk in and give them a fair warning to get lost first. She has threatening aura and usually just that is enough to scare away a person that means no good to someone she cares about. But, when she is powerless to do anything against some prick in power or likewise, she will express her frustration by breaking a property on her way out xd
Also she gives me this vibe:
Thank you for an ask! :D She has a very vivid and fleshed out image in my mind! Funny enough, this makes describing her harder because she feels so self-explanatory for me!
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THANK GOD SOMEBODY IN THIS FUCKING FANDOM LIKES IGAGURI!!!!!!!!! OH MY GODDDD HE IS LITERALLY JUST A LITTLE GUY WHAT THE FUCK ARE HATERS SO MAD ABOUT!!!!!!! I thought the more recent scene with him and Isagi where he was given advice was incredible and I really hope we get to see more of him in future arcs still because he’s Isagi’s pal and first real rival!!! He’s silly comic relief yeah but he’s also genuinely likable and has a VERY heavy and real reason to be so driven and passionate to stick in Blue Lock! And I am SO happy seeing somebody else who likes him here FINALLY! FINALLY!!! THANK YOU
THAT MAKES WHAT. FOUR? IGAGURI ENJOYERS IVE SEEN ON HERE?? WHAT THE FUCK
FOR FUCKING REEEEAL !!!!! They're mad he's still in because it makes no sense well first of all he quite literally is established to not want to train if he doesn't have to and call him lazy and it doesn't make sense he's still in WHEN IN CANON he works hard enough to be good enough to run with the beasts blue lock is cultivating, to the point where he's actually straining his fucking body and injuring himself on equipment and throwing up???? Brother if you fall face first on a treadmill set to max you are not getting back on I don't know what to tell you. He's decided to train the thing he's good at, the same thing everyone else in the series is doing, the thing that Real Life Soccer Players accepts as an actual strategy and people are getting on his ass about it cause they can't fucking accept that he's a genuinely GOOD soccer player who's playing with actual superpowered geniuses
He's also like??? Really nice compared to some of these guys?? He talks a lot of shit but like it's comparatively tame and not really all that different from like regular team animosity? You got other people on this team saying some real out of pocket shit and you're on this guy's case about it ISAGI's ruder than this guy. He's genuinely happy for his friends when they reach a new level in their progress, he's comfortable asking them for advice and help with practice, he's literally isagi's hypeman on the field and he's cheering for every goal
It's literally just because they find him ugly there's literally no other reason. He's not even ugly he's bald but he looks fine dude he's literally living in a fucking temple what do you want from him. He might not even wanna look like this he very adamantly hates the thought of continuing to live in the temple let a man be
And yes his backstory is literally The most interesting one to me hands down I need to know what his home life is like I need to know his dad his mom his friends how he got into soccer in a reportedly strict shrine especially with his personality being like Super Not Buddhist, he prays to ask for stuff and not anywhere else, his jersey number is literally a reference to the 108 earthly desires Buddhists are meant to stay away from, that he specifically indulges in while he's away from home I wonder if he's used to being squished in a room with multiple people and that's how he finds such bizarre sleeping positions cause it's so open suddenly I need to know if he makes it out which he fucking better if he goes back I'm destroying all life on the planet let my boy go
Not even gonna get into the it shouldve kira argument I've said it a million times they only want him back because he's hot but kira was not fucking making it in blue lock . you want him to but he just fuckin wasn't maybe one day I'll get into it but you know in your heart of hearts Pretty Boy McSwaggy here was getting his fucking shit rocked
Igarashi Gurimu is a GREAT LIKEABLE AMD COMPELLING CHARACTER and just because he's not exactly bishie IT DOESNT MEAN HE'S A BAD PERSON?? Ive literally seen 'igaguri would be a pervert igaguri would be homophobic' he's literally one of the few people in blue lock who hasnt mentioned girls or romance bud. And my guy put up with shidou dude I think we're Fine
#blue lock#08.text#blue lock igaguri#08replies#the igaguri slander literally put me in this situation i was so confused on how he was in any way annoying enough to warrant all the hate#and now he's my special little guy#igarashi gurimu
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Imma write this down in case anyone wants to write a fanfic on it bc I know that if I do it, it probably won't be finished or see the light of day.
HimeRita Fic based off of Beauty and the Beast.
The Cast and the roles:
Basically the story follows Himeno, a college student who recently moved to Japan after living with her grandparents overseas to become a doctor there like her late parents.
Finding it hard to live in the dorms, she goes apartment hunting and finds a posting of another college student looking for a roommate. In comes Rita Kaniska, a law student minoring in political science at the same school. Himeno takes the opportunity since the apartment is a short commute and decides to reach an agreement with Rita and moves in.
And the apartment is a total mess with the only clean parts being designated Himeno spots. But considering rent was within her budget and most of the apartments she found were a further commute or out of said budget, she had to force herself to suck it up.
Not like Rita's closed-off attitude is any better.
A story where a young woman finds herself while living in a new country and the law student who has to find a way to open up to their new roommate.
And have I've mentioned that Rita also has to look for an engagement partner before their 20th birthday?
And joining our lovely duo, we have:
Kaguragi Dybowski - Rita's senior since middle school who often calls them to help work at his family's restaurant when they're short-staffed. Often teases Rita about potential engagement partners if they talk a little too much with a customer. He would later then join the others in trying to get Rita and Himeno together. Rita often punches his gut whenever they pick up his intentions.
Yanma Gast - One of Himeno's classmates in general classes who once tried flirting with her but learned they weren't each other's types. He works in the IT Department as a Student Assistant so he's often seen walking around with tech equipment of faculty laptops that need fixing. He's in a video game guild with Rita so the two are rather courteous around each other on campus. He and Jeramie are often teaming up when scheming how to get the roommates together.
Gira Hastie - a fellow freshman majoring in political science much to his displeasure while minoring in theater. Himeno first meets him and learn they have Humanities together while also learning he's an acquaintance of Rita's. It's then revealed he and his older brother also attended the same middle and high schools as Rita and Kaguragi.
Jeramie Brasieri - A fellow overseas student in Himeno's Humanities class majoring in Literature and minoring in Political Science. He lives with his older cousin while attending school and is very curious about Rita and Himeno being roommates. Moreso after learning of Rita's search for an engagement partner.
Racles Hastie - Gira's older brother who is a Political Science major and works part-time at Toufu Eatery. While curious of the others' schemes, he tends to stay away from them knowing Rita wouldn't hesitate to give him the same treatment they do Kaguragi for even mentioning their situation. Often quite stern with his brother, but can be seen tutoring him when needed since Gira hates his major.
Morfonia - Rita's childhood friend and former roommate who transferred schools closer to her hometown. She actually transferred because of the school's heavy workload and wanted a change of pace. Rita still keeps in contact with her to check up on her.
Suzume Dybowski - Kaguragi's younger sister who works at her family's restaurant as a waitress while also attending culinary school. She can often be seen flirting with Racles despite her brother's protests.
Shiokara - Yanma's childhood friend and roommate. While he's also very curious of the group's matchmaking schemes, he often finds himself trying to cut in if he thinks it's a bad idea.
...yeah.
Oh and to note: KaguRac are both 3rd year college students. Rita, Morfonia, and Suzume are 2nd years. Everyone else are 1st years.
#do you see the vision?#and this all started because I saw a tweet where someone's mom said Himeno's dress is a shorter version of Belle's#and I couldn't stop thinking about it#like Yanma has the anger issues of the Beast#but Rita has the social awkwardness and closed off attitude that makes them the perfect Beast to Himeno's Belle!#not to mention YanJera are scheming delinquents while Gira is either tagging along or completely clueless#And it'd be adorable if Gira suddenly dragged Rita to the restaurant for the boys to give them a pep talk and such to impress Himeno#Suzume would call Morf and the two would help Himeno understand Rita more during a girls night#DO YOU SEE THE VISION???#kingohger#king ohger#ohsama sentai kingohger#rita kaniska#rita kanisuka#himeno ran#hymeno ran#himerita#ritahime#himerita brainrot#kingoh fics
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Random Bad Batch Season 3 thoughts:
1. I’m still kind of into the idea of force-sensitive Omega, partly because: one, I think it would be neat if the clones ended up establishing their own force tradition based on their own culture, apart from the Jedi (I have a head canon that force sensitivity is more of a blurred line and that all the clones are a teeny bit force sensitive anyway) and; two, I kind of like the idea of Hemlock going to do something awful to Crosshair while they’re in Tantiss, and overprotective older sister Omega being so desperate to save him that she has a full-on Carrie-style force-powered freak-out that shorts out all the equipment in the lab and gives her enough of a distraction to grab him and run.
2. I don’t know who’s going to tell Tech what actually happened in the wake of his sacrifice, but when they do, and he learns that Omega got seriously hurt, then got captured by Hemlock, and Cid sold them out, Crosshair remains unrescued (if Tech’s not working on that himself), AND that Hunter and the team are running around without any leads, if they can be found at all? That man is going to become someone’s worst nightmare, spinal cord injury or not.
3. I still hope Wrecker gets to blow up Mount Tantiss. I also hope someone gets to unleash Chekov’s Zillo beast. These things can be related.
4. Please let Hunter smile, bad batch crew. He is suffering.
5. I’m completely prepared to eat my words on this, but I’m kind of leaning towards predicting Omega and Crosshair being out of Tantiss within the first few episodes, the whole team being reunited by or shortly after the midseason, and then the whole thing culminating in a raid on/uprising at Mount Tantiss, so they can free the other clones there, and Omega being the one to come up with the plan on how to do it. She’s good at strategy, and she’s been there once already. And if that’s the direction they go, it could be kind of interesting if Omega’s afraid to go through with it and almost calls the whole thing off, because she’s almost lost every single one of her brothers more than once and she doesn’t know if she can do it again if her plan fails and gets one or all of them killed; but then Hunter, who’s been so afraid to act the whole show for that exact reason, has grown enough by then that he ends up being the one to tell her that they can’t leave anyone behind anymore, and that it’s going to be okay, and believe it when he says it. I don’t know that that specific thing will happen, but it’d be a cool little role reversal.
6. Something about Cid’s betrayal still doesn’t feel right. I’m not saying she didn’t sell the batch out, because she did, that happened, and it was an awful thing to do. But I still think there��s an angle to it that we haven’t seen yet, even if it’s just her beating herself up over it enough to try and fix it.
#the bad batch#crosshair bad batch#echo bad batch#tech bad batch#omega bad batch#Hunter bad batch#wrecker bad batch#here in the land of wild speculation
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I've been doing baldur's gate 3 on tactician mode which isn't so bad most of the time, but can be brutal every once and a while.
But I had this really good team comp that's carried me through half the game.
I'm a warlock, so I'm the ranged spell caster although I sometimes use eldritch blast to push people away from me or teammates, or you know, go for those easy environmental kills.
I have Assassin Astarion who is a goddamn animal and whose sneak attacks and assassinate ability really fuck enemies up at range and up close. Plus i've given him all stealth and dexterity bonuses and equipment that does extra damage and makes use of dual wielding.
I also have Wyll, who I changed into a cleric. But he's a godly cleric because unlike shadowheart he can hit sacred flames and I've built him for healing duty. Plus spirit guardians is so fucking good. All Wyll has to do is bulldoze through enemies. Plus he has items that heal him when he heals.
Then I have Karlach, and I've made her an absolute beast, by giving her all movement and speed abilities, so there's nowhere she can't be. She also doesn't take opportunity attacks most of the time, has charger so she can move even further, and she has that awesome githyanki sword with some nasty damage modifiers.
But I was devastated the other day because I really wanted Halsin on the party.
So I had to say goodbye to wyll.
But I was seriously thinking about turning him into a cleric...and then I thought no.
No, let's see if a druid is as good as a cleric.
I think it is. Druids have a support/tank sort of role, and I loaded Halsin with all cc and area control abilities.
I admit that I cheese the fuck out of fights by simply not allowing the enemy to get close without struggling through fifty different obstacles.
Case in point:
But anyway.
That's my strat for tactician if anyone out there was interested in doing a tactician run just for fun.
Ranged spell caster, cleric or druid support/tank, DPS, and someone who just whales on everything.
My last campaign was similar. I was a sorceror, had Astarion again (of course), had Lae'zel on whaling duty, and had Karlach up until I had Halsin.
I was lacking in a healer but in challenge mode it's fine.
Anyway.
Long ramble that no one cares about but I'm having a good time with my personal challenge run.
It's ironically the run that I'm enjoying the story the most too.
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A TUMBLR STORY: TORN PAGE (pg.27)
PREVIOUS RESULT: Go into the dungeon.
“I studied Nainrhani’s architecture. Unless this dungeon is part of some classified facility, which I doubt, I should be able to guide us through it without major complications.”
“What are our risk levels?” Amani frowned.
“Well,” your gaze creeped towards the stairs as you paused for re-evaluation. “I would be aware of potential collapses and unregistered corridors that could result detrimental to our sense of direction. More so, there is a high chance of polluted air inside, which could be damaging to our overall state of health. Any corpses left within should have rotten away and any source of minerals should have dried out by now, so I would not bet on any living being underneath these rocks…”
“These is one,” cut in Hibiscus, convinced.
“…yes, I was getting there,” you mumbled, clicking your tongue, briefly annoyed by her interruption. “Nonetheless, given the assessment provided by our biology expert and our scout, there is a posing danger of a monster nesting in the ruins.”
“What kind of monster?” wondered M.
“Wyvern, giant snake, blind tiger… if we’re unlucky and there’s water, we might encounter a yuda,” answered Laefen, arms crossed. “Best worst-case scenario, lots of rats.”
“With claws like those?” scoffed Hibiscus. “Even the Rat King is not so big of a beast.”
“Well, do we know what they’ve been eating, down there? Maybe chewing on dragon bones got them big and strong!”
“Careful, Laefen. Dragon remnants aren’t mere rests, they’re legacy,” Amani’s voice came like a blizzard, sharp like a blade against the scout’s throat. Silent, you saw his hand instinctively reach out for his own dagger; yet back in control, he lifted them both instead, giving the Team Leader an innocent smile.
“Sorry, boss,” he said, stepping aside.
“Be sorry,” groaned the woman back. Her eyes ran over us again, their glance, calculative. “Any objections?”
A pause took place, with some shaking their head. Catching her gaze, you, too, made her aware that you agreed on it: you were, after all, one of the culprits of this sudden detour. Was it your passion pushing you towards the maze, or a pair of beautiful eyes outshining reason, you couldn’t tell; you only knew your path was set, and your mind, settled on the decision.
“Good. You first, scholar.”
Greenlit by Amani, you took the lead towards the stairs. As you passed by, you heard Laefen’s quiet mutter ‘This is bad’ but didn’t stop to enquire. He was being cautious, so was his nature; yours was to be brave where light was but a rare occurrence. So, armed by fine ears aware of every shift in cracking stone, equipped with eyes that easily adjusted to pitch darkness, you lowered your foot onto the first step, beginning the descend.
It was no different from all other mazes. The deeper down you went, the quieter it was, almost as if sound was being swallowed by the dusk. Old pillars laid upon the floor, where rocks more ancient presented patterns Nature got in dowry from Soil. The detailed mosaics were of simpler contents than before: there were some elves, some scrolls, some soldiers swearing their oaths to protect All Knowledge. Those were the most typical motifs from before the Age of the Unwise, from Nainrhani’s times of great progress and prosperity. Here in these walls was where the Light Quarters were first built; the first Tower of Light shined upon Nainrhani from these heights. Here was where all the creatures gathered to cross towards a region free of shackles, where everyone, elf and dwarf, adult and child, scholar and guard, all of them wore polished masks alike, designed to prevent misjudgement. Dressed like mannequins of faces pale like snow, so clean everyone could see their own faceless reflection, Nainrhani’s inhabitants prided themselves in a lack of superfluous conclusions.
“They look so creepy…” you heard Laefen mumble, following you closely.
“These were the brightest minds in all Therania before Dragonfall,” stated Amani, her sigh, full of nostalgia. “Few of them remain, by now… many perished with their Masters, many, protecting knowledge from getting destroyed by fanatics.”
“And some condemned by ugly crimes…” mumbled Ashna under the nose. Amani winced but added nothing; so, silence reigned once more.
You continued, stepping even deeper down. The occasional rustle of leather and metal made you shiver; the sighs of your companions felt unwelcomed, like they were intruders in your realm. The lower you went, the more you felt that familiar feeling, a tickling sensation you came to identify as a ‘hunch’. Of course, it was more complex than a superstitious belief; rather, you preferred to consider it a careful, subconscious analysis of all the changes in the landscape, coming to identify some patterns leading to a likely resolution. It didn’t always work, but it was sufficiently effective for you to try and follow the feeling for your first visit to a new maze.
You stopped abruptly, so that you heard Laefen’s quiet protest, and Amani’s torch almost burned your head. However, you paid little mind to what was happening behind you: your eyes were stuck on the view in front, where your way split. Three corridors greeted your gaze. Like locks untamed by a braid, they went three different ways, no signs left hanging, no clear direction followed in their odd construction. While one went up, the darkness within made chills crawl down your spine; it could be the exit, or it could be a trap. Another, going straight, had two white masks hanged where its lamps should be, the passage, way too pompous to be elven-built. The last one promised even lower depths… it was humble, if not slightly worn down, with marks over its walls left by something slim and sharp.
“Where to?” Amani broke the silence after a small pause. Startled, you flinched, coming to your senses.
“…Let me think.”
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And Again
As promised, my other Glitchy Red AU. I'll post some headcanons for it too, but essentially this is my take on when Red became self-aware. I'll put some more details about it at the very bottom because I think knowing them beforehand kind of ruins it a bit.
I'd also like to warn people that this does get a little dark and there is some violence and slight gore in there.
This is a long one at almost 5,000 words, so you best be settled in for a minute, lol.
Getting the badge didn’t feel so special. Instead, the whole ordeal felt rather dull. He’d been so excited leading up to the battle, so focused on building up his team and figuring out strategies. This was his first real step towards becoming the Champion!
So why did the battle with Brock feel so… scripted? It was challenging, sure, but it also seemed easy compared to what he was thinking. Despite the disadvantages he had with a few of his picks he could still work out a winning strategy.
Did Brock let him win?
The gym leader revealed none of this to Red despite his repeated attempts to ask. He simply gave him a congratulations that felt empty and that was it. He had so many other things he wanted to know, but it seemed leaving was the better option.
He walked away feeling empty.
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So many new sights and experiences! This was his adventure, his story. There were so many opportunities for him. This was supposed to be exciting! It was what he’d been waiting for ever since he was old enough to walk.
So where had all that childish excitement gone? As he stood outside of a Pokemart, having just finished a supply run, he once again felt that vague emptiness. The city was crowded; full of people milling about and trainers looking for a battle, yet Red felt like he was alone.
He was just homesick. He missed his mom, his home, and he really missed Blue. Sure, they’d just battled a couple of hours ago and the memory of his sour face at losing was still fresh in Red’s mind, but that was the whole problem. He missed Blue being his friend. It was no secret they’d always bumped heads, but back then it was so simple. Now they were friends-turned-rivals and Blue seemed like he had something to prove. Understandable. There could only be one Champion, after all.
Still, Red found himself missing their pretend battles in his backyard, the sleepovers and birthday parties, even the prank wars they used to start despite Blue being more into them than he was. Even though they still crossed paths frequently, it felt like Red was just talking to a wall. It didn’t matter what he said to him; Blue would always find some way to steer the conversation back to becoming the Champion.
Despite the numerous interactions and even unlikely support, Red felt like he was taking the world on all alone. The weight of the Pokeballs on his belt was the only reminder he wasn’t.
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He wasn’t prepared for this. Battling tough opponents, chasing after wild beasts and even obtaining what were essentially legends was one thing. Solving riddles and traveling alone wasn’t so bad either. Even Blue’s increasingly obnoxious behavior, while a bit higher on the ‘terrible scale’ than the previous examples, was still doable.
This, however? Taking on the mafia? That was something a child was ill-equipped for. He’d seen a few of their grunts before. Wrong place, wrong time. However, it hadn’t really hit him with what he was dealing with. Sure, he’d bested a few more gym leaders and took down some formidable foes, but that didn’t mean he was ready to fight a criminal organization!
Despite his panic at the situation, he found himself giving level-headed commands to his team and after a few close calls, sent the two of them scampering away. Relief washed over him like a wave as he recalled his team, and he wanted to flop onto the ground and process things for a while.
Instead, he wandered over to the objects sitting where they once stood. They must’ve dropped them in their panic to get away from him. The items were useful enough and it was clear they wouldn’t be needing them anymore. As Red pocketed the items, he wondered how he’d managed to beat them.
They were two older, experienced trainers who worked for an organization determined to make good use out of Pokemon. Their teams were impressive. Red was just some kid with big dreams who happened to wander into the wrong place at the wrong time again.
The more he thought about the battle—tried to analyze and understand it—the more it baffled him. He had been in utter panic, paralyzed by fear, yet he’d instructed his team well enough to gain the upper hand and win? He wasn’t even paying attention! All he could think about was how screwed he was, how upset his mother would be, how mad Blue would be…
His mind soon wandered to the possibilities of what they’d do when they found out. What would Blue do at word of his death? Of course he’d mourn, but would he go after Team Rocket himself to avenge his fallen rival and friend? Would he succeed?
Those were the only thoughts on Red’s mind throughout the entire battle. It happened so fast and he hadn’t been paying attention at all. So how was it possible he’d won?
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Red found himself in some sort of a trance. He was too distracted, too unbothered by the outside world to break free of his own thoughts. It didn’t matter. Every trainer’s words felt meaningless anyway. He wasn’t listening and couldn’t care less about whatever it was they were telling him. Even when they seemed to have something of importance to say, Red spaced out on them.
Despite this, he found no hindrance in his goals, going exactly where he needed to be and doing exactly what he needed to do. It was an odd sense of knowing that he didn’t understand. He’d never done any of this before and yet he knew all of the necessary steps.
Had he always known?
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He found that his lack of focus didn’t affect the outcome of his battles either. He could still let his mind wander in the middle of the fight and somehow, when he snapped back to reality, he was being handed money or an item and sent on his way. On the few occasions he did pay attention, everything still seemed to just… happen. It was like his body was on autopilot.
He was aware of who he sent out and when he needed to recall someone or heal them. He knew he was giving commands—how else would his team be attacking if not for his word? However, it still felt… choreographed. Despite Red’s increasing frustration at the lack of challenge, everything seemed to be laid out for him. At least he had his team. Something he did all by himself. Pokemon he caught and trained. Partners he picked out to help him on his journey. He fought hard for some of them. They were the only thing that felt special, the only thing he had any tangible say in.
So why could he swear that every time he checked his party, they seemed to be different?
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He was going to lose this battle, just to see what would happen. Everyone seemed to expect him to lose, only to congratulate him—sometimes begrudgingly—when he won. What would failing do? Would they be angry? Confused? Even happier than when he won? Maybe he’d finally gain some feeling of accomplishment. He’d been zoning out, letting things happen. It was time for him to do something.
Red’s intention was to throw the battle. Send out the worst member of his team—he swore it was Golbat, but it looked like it was actually a Magikarp—use the most useless moves, and stand around and do nothing whenever he could. Maybe even take the time to ask a few questions, if this trainer was one of the more talkative types.
He really, really wanted to lose and maybe get some answers.
So why did he send out his ace and one-shot every single opponent without hesitation? Why, when he went to collect his dues from the rival trainer, did his mouth remain glued shut when his mind was firing off question after question?
Had he always been silent?
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Blue.
Blue would surely know what was going on. They’d been friends for as long as Red could remember and that hadn’t changed now that they were rivals. They grew up together. They got their starters together. Red needed to know if Blue’s adventure up until this point had felt like a story that needed telling.
Red begged and pleaded with his friend to please stop joking around and answer him. He tried to; despite his rampant thoughts his mouth wouldn’t move. His face refused to convey the flurry of emotions he felt. The fear, the panic, the anger, the confusion… All of it buried behind a blank expression that merely watched what he thought was his best friend march away after another defeat.
Maybe he was in on it.
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This was so pointless. Battling the Elite Four and becoming the Champion had once been all he’d ever wanted. It had been his dream. He and that fake had sought out to become the absolute best. Now that Red could finally prove himself…
He realized none of it mattered. It had been decided for him by some unseen force. His one dream, the only purpose he gave himself, was a lie. He wasn’t sure it was ever even his dream to begin with.
Everything he needed to do, he did. No exceptions. Even when he didn’t want to do it. Even if he wanted to do something else. This entire time it was all planned out. Everyone was a part of it. It was supposed to happen this way.
Except at no point did Red plan any of it. Which brought up the question: Who decided this? This was supposed to be his story, so why wasn’t he the one to write it?
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Red was never fully prepared to see Blue as the Champion. He really shouldn’t be surprised about seeing him there by now. It was certainly nothing new. This was their… He couldn’t remember how many times he’d sent Blue packing. All he knew was that the feelings of betrayal and surprise were the only constants. Betrayal because no matter how many times he wanted answers from the other boy, he never, ever got them. Surprise because he couldn’t believe Blue was still on about this. His rival was always so intense about it. Red was over this whole Champion thing.
He knew that’s what they were both fighting for—at least, Blue was. Red had stopped caring a long time ago. Just like he’d stopped caring about why his party kept changing, why he always won, why things always worked out for him, and how he managed to take down the mafia. He stopped wondering why he’d always have to wake up in his room when it was all said and done and need to go through the same old motions.
Why all those around him acted like this was normal.
It just happened. It was supposed to happen.
When Blue was inevitably beaten and humiliated, Red closed his eyes and waited for his life to reset.
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Each time he lived it, the fakeness of it all become more and more apparent. Painfully so. That wasn’t his mother—he was never born. Blue wasn’t his friend—he was just another obstacle. None of those trainers or champions were special—they were all meaningless tasks.
Characters. They were all characters. Not people. Not individuals with personalities. They all had roles they needed to fill. Scripts they needed to follow. He was supposed to be one of them. He was supposed to be in on it too. He used to be, once.
Too many times had he gone through with this. Too many repeats of the same. Old. Thing. The switch that flipped it all?
He made the mistake of wondering how he knew what attacks to use against someone he’d never even fought, let alone met, before. He remembered now. The tipping point. From that moment on, there was no going back. It all just stacked up from there.
The icing on the cake was that once the memories were revealed to be lies, Red couldn’t conjure up a single real memory of his life. There were only the false memories of hanging out with Blue and dreaming of becoming the best. He couldn’t recall any real family, friends, nothing. All he got were the constant episodes of each new ‘adventure.’ He was more real than anyone else in this useless world and yet he still couldn’t differentiate what made him so special.
After all, he didn’t really exist either.
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Was this it then? To live through the same story over and over? To spend every waking moment knowing exactly what would happen next and being powerless to stop it? He just wanted it to stop. Just for once, he wanted to break free from the mold, do something different. Something that wasn’t meant to happen. He couldn’t take another playthrough of this. He didn’t want to be doomed to the same thing repeatedly, forever. Perpetually trapped in his own body as it did things for him and all he could do was watch.
What could possibly be worse than that?
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How he wished he’d never asked. He thought he could get away with tempting fate and all it did was come back to bite him. Despite getting exactly what he wanted in this thing that wasn’t supposed to be happening, Red felt the most intense wave of fear at the sight of the entity floating above the island.
It hurt every fiber of his being to look at it, the horrid and incomprehensible droning that echoed through his mind tore apart his thoughts and left him with nothing but a deep-seated urge to run.
He remained rooted in place, forced to face this anomaly. He wanted to zone out like always, to get lost in his thoughts in this battle like all the others until it was over and he did what he was supposed to.
This was the first time he was ever fully aware of what he was doing. He couldn’t even close his eyes. It was horrific. His limbs felt heavy and stiff as they moved, as though forcibly pulled by something despite his wishes. He threw Pokeballs in an attempt to catch it.
Why did he keep trying to catch it? Who wanted this thing?! He didn’t!
He got it. Its sealed presence burned him. It was eating at him and he couldn’t tell where.
His bag was so, so heavy, and he realized he had an ungodly amount of rare candies he’d never need. Despite their diminutive size, each one seemed to weigh ten times as much.
The pain wouldn’t leave him as he trudged away and he was still vividly aware of the heavy stiffness of his limbs.
Try as he might, the pain was all he could focus on.
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This was wrong, wrong, wrong. Why did he feel so wrong?
He’d felt like this ever since he caught that thing…
This was supposed to be a new start! He didn’t have it anymore. He checked. So why did he still feel it?
Why did he still hurt so much?
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Its presence filled his mind and its corruption ate at his body. He was always aware of it. He was aware of them all. He never should have tried to make sense of where that Mew came from, or what the abnormal stats of some of his party said. He never should have attempted to use the impossible new move his Venusaur had learned. There was no escaping them, that much was obvious. It wouldn’t be so bad if he could pretend again. If he could just zone out like he used to, let his body run on autopilot, he could live like this. He’d be fine with the eternal repeats forever. Now that he’d lost the ability to do that, it was so agonizing. If ignorance was bliss, then knowledge was nothing but anguish.
He tried so, so hard to make it stop, to change things. Whatever had control over his life wasn’t letting go. He was sure it was laughing as his entire world broke apart, his body included. His mind was the last thing to go, still reeling from the sizzling pain his body was in as it deteriorated into nothing. He wasn’t spared the agony of feeling even his thoughts fizzle away.
There was no escaping his new nightmare.
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Why was he always made to go after these things? He wanted nothing to do with these corrupted entities that confused and hurt him. He wanted to go back to repeating his stupid adventure instead of hunting down these abominations only for them to tear apart his world. The pain was different every time. It seemed he wasn’t allowed the fortune of getting used to it. Just when he thought he’d experienced the worst pain imaginable—and Red was getting pretty good at that—someway, somehow, there would be a whole new layer of suffering for him.
When would it end? He was at point where he couldn’t wait for the one to finish it. Which nightmarish entity would corrupt the world so much that it couldn’t be put back together again? When would his body get to a point where it was too dissolved and broken to go on?
He hated being the only one to endure it. He was the only one in the entire world that understood what was happening. Sure, sometimes the others were hapless victims when an event happened. Occasionally, he’d see them ripped apart and even rearranged right before his eyes. When reality itself warped into something unrecognizable and incomprehensible they still attempted to carry on as normal. They didn’t scream in pain and terror. They couldn’t fathom what was happening.
Lucky bastards.
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He hated, hated, hated this. The rage building up inside of him had reached a boiling point. It was the first thing in what felt like eons that numbed the pain a bit. He found it gave him a new sense of focus.
He was aware all his torment was the will of whatever had control over him. If only he could find out how to stop it. If it could control him like this and manipulate his world like it was a doll-house, then there had to be a way for him to get to it. It had to be somewhere. He always wondered about the thing that seemed to find this sick torture funny. He wondered what he’d do if given the chance to find the source of his misery.
What if he stopped wondering and started pushing back?
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Had it always been so easy? Was he just stupid?
Red stood completely still, letting his newly acquired grip on his personal hell strengthen until the urge to keep walking disappeared altogether. This was it. He was finally free. He still suffered from the constant agony of his body’s corruption. He was still reeling from being thrown around like some broken puppet.
But now?
Now he was finally in control of himself, and he could do exactly as he pleased. What better way to test out one’s newfound freedom than by giving their sadistic tormentor a taste of their own medicine? How would they feel if their mind and body was destroyed by some monster?
He was all too gleeful to find out.
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The young player dropped the Game Boy with a yelp as the speakers emitted a high-pitched whine at an impossible volume. Thinking quickly, they snatched it back up and flipped the switch off. The noise stopped instantly.
“Are you ok, Alex?”
They jumped again at the sound of their father in the doorway. “Yeah, Dad. Sorry about that. It froze or something and scared me.”
He nodded. “Well, it’s getting late. I know it’s the weekend but you should still try to get some sleep. It’s not a good idea to spend all night staring at that tiny screen.”
They shrugged. After that little scare, they were inclined to agree. They felt exhausted all of a sudden.
As they exchanged goodnight, Alex went about getting ready for bed. The Game Boy was set atop the dresser and the whole incident was promptly forgotten about as they dozed off.
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Alex awoke in an empty void. It was completely silent; they couldn’t even hear their own breathing. Were they even breathing?
“Am I still alive right now?” they wondered aloud.
“You won’t be for much longer,” a voice echoed from the abyss.
He was clearly a child, but he looked nothing like innocence. His eyes were full of malice and the more Alex stared, the more unnerving characteristics they noticed. There were no lines or wrinkles on his face, no texture whatsoever. The shadows didn’t seem to make sense; they were sharp and jutted wherever they pleased despite the lack of lighting.
Alex whirled and found none other than what looked to be the character of Red standing inches behind them, form rigid and fists by his sides. He stood just below their height. His face held no emotion despite his words. His eyes glowed like his namesake and although his broken, garbled voice was unsettlingly deep, his face looked young. Younger than themselves even.
His outfit was dull and his eyes were the only real color he had. Despite his boyish look his skin was ghastly and pale; the shadows on his body and face were bold and stood out even amidst the darkness.
The worst, however, had to be his eyes. They—in addition to the unnatural red they glowed—lacked the usual attributes as well. Just blank whites holding two smooth irises with pupils and nothing more. The lack of detail on his features made him seem fake. Alex felt cold at the sight of him.
What kind of a dream was this?
Red observed the being before him. They weren’t at all what he was expecting. There were so many different colors. They seemed so vivid, their outfit standing out against the shadows. He could see little details on their skin; small spots and lines and bumps. Their brown eyes were wide, and Red noted little slivers amongst the color as well as thin red lines throughout the whites. He watched their pupils repeatedly change size as they made minute movements, no doubt taking in his own appearance. Even their eyebrows held an impossible amount of detail; being made of multiple fibers rather than two smears of color.
He could hear their faint breaths, their nostrils flaring with each inhale as their chest expanded slightly before the air was pushed back out. He was fascinated by the way their breath hitched as he brought his hand below their nose to feel the escaping warmth.
It was all foreign to him. When he focused on them as a whole he noted how they were just above his height, auburn hair messy and arms wrapped around themselves in some sort of hug. So this was the one behind all his suffering? This was his demented tormentor all along? They were clearly afraid of him.
His lips stretched into a demonic smile.
Alex began backing away as Red moved even closer, the smile never fading. “Wait,” they tried, hoping they’d wake up soon. “Stay back.”
Red's hands shot out like cobras to grip his former captor’s arms tightly. He found that doing so caused them to scream in pain, so he dug his nails in for extra effect. His fingers felt warm and something felt ready to give beneath them. Some sort of red substance began to flow out and fall to the floor in droplets. The smile became a wild snarl as rage overtook him.
“You thought it was funny, didn’t you?!” he screamed, voice breaking up. His whole body seized with painful glitches. Would he ever be rid of them?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” they cried, wanting to break away from Red but knowing that trying to struggle out of his grasp would only do more damage. They had no choice but to continue to face him. “I just wanted to mess around with the game!” They choked out another cry when his nails dug in deeper, tearing muscle.
“Game? Game?! Am I a joke to you?! Do you know what it felt like? Do you know how much pain and suffering I went through for your little game?” He grit his teeth so hard that the pain in his jaw drowned out his usual agony. For the first time ever, he could ignore the way his body fizzled in and out of solidity. He made his grip a little tighter and felt something crack. He watched their tears fall as the red liquid continued to ooze out.
He wondered how much of it would spill if he kept his grip and pulled; how much it would hurt for them to be violently torn apart by something that shouldn’t be. He wondered if he’d become as real as they were afterwards, if he could somehow take their details and colors and breathing for himself.
“Please…” they whimpered. This was no dream. It hurt too much to be anything other than real. Red’s anger felt suffocating.
Despite all he wanted to say, all the questions he wanted to ask, Red found himself laughing. The harsh sound echoed throughout the darkness as he watched them cower in his grasp. He’d really done it. He’d found the source of his suffering and the sooner he got rid of it the sooner he could live. No more scripts, no more repeats, no more being ripped apart endlessly. As much as he wanted to show them what his torment felt like, he was ready for all of this to be over.
The giddy feeling of victory overtook him as he laughed and laughed, reveling in the fear in his prey’s eyes. Without warning, he sunk his fingers in as deep as he could and pulled.
Alex’s arms were ripped off like they were made of paper and they fell to their knees with a horrid scream, legs having long given out from the pain of Red’s grasp. The insane laughter had settled into silence as they flopped face-first onto the ground, head turned towards their killer. They felt the fading warmth of their blood surround them as the pale-skinned figure stood over them, eyes glinting and that cruel smile back on his face.
Red watched the crimson puddle spread out and soak into their hair and clothes as their eyes became dull and unfocused. He observed the torn limbs he held—the way they still leaked red and the jagged white shards that stuck out from the ends. There were similar ones on the mutilated stumps of the body at his feet. Stretchy threads hung out limply. Out of curiosity, he squeezed one of the arms with all his strength and a wet crunch sounded as it bent at an unnatural angle.
After a few more moments of examining them, he grew bored of the severed appendages and let them fall to the ground with a dull thump. He brought his hands up and noted the sticky mess under and around his nails. This was really it.
It was so easy. Too easy.
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Alex was powerless against the supernatural grip on their arms. They struggled and struggled, but to no avail. He wasn’t letting go.
“ALEX!”
Their eyes shot open and found not Red, but their parents staring down at them in fear and concern.
“Are you ok?! You were screaming so much and you’re bleeding!”
As their father released them, they shakily took in their surroundings and noted that they were indeed back in their room. They were in too much shock to say anything.
Alex's mother gently brushed their hair out of their face and pulled the sleeves of their pajama shirt up to inspect their arms, frightened about the bright red stains. The lack of a reaction from Alex made the fear worsen.
There were deep scratches like claw marks on the both of them. The light blue sheets were stained with the same red as their shirt.
All Alex could do was cry and beg to be hugged.
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Red found himself in his room again, like nothing had changed. He felt a pull to go outside and wanted to scream.
It seemed whatever he’d done was temporary. Or perhaps that wasn’t the one controlling him. Maybe it was a decoy, or just another part of the act.
Fine. He’d go along with it for now. All he had to do was find them. He knew what he could do now too. Eventually, someone would have to be the one he was looking for.
He could wait. He’d gone on this long, he could keep going. With his newfound abilities, he’d find them sooner or later.
Oh, how he couldn’t wait to make them suffer like he had.
Please ignore that I said Red had no properly human features but then turned around and gave him nails. The thought of him not having them kinda grossed me out, lol.
But yes, this version of Red is a psychotic bastard with a vendetta against literally anyone. In case it wasn't obvious, the story skips ahead a lot. It starts around the time the game originally came out--and I suspect people would've played it normally in the beginning. Then as time went on and word got out, people learned about all the fun ways to break the game.
The gist is that after the first many playthroughs, Red starts feeling the deja vu and begins questioning things. He could've gone on like that forever and been none the wiser, but then players had to go an discover the glitches. If it weren't for that, Red wouldn't have realized he was in trapped in a game, he wouldn't be so angry, and he wouldn't have achieved actual sentience/sapience. He'd just be forever wondering why everything keeps repeating.
Edited Fun Fact: When I first posted this, I made Alex an adult instead of the kid they were originally. I have decided to go back to that initial idea because I think it reads better and establishes this version of Glitchy Red's rage better too. This version of Red is hyper-aggressive to adults and children, so I think Alex being younger fits. Red is "11" here, and Alex is 13. I give Red's age quotes because chronologically he's much, much older. Although I like to think he doesn't care about age and doesn't really acknowledge it, due to his poor sense of time. But yeah, physically he is 11. Other than Alex's age everything else is exactly the same. Red is furious with anyone who interacts with the game in any way and thinks of them as his captors.
I kept Alex gn because I initially wasn't even sure I was gonna keep them in there. I kind of added them in because I happened to be mad at someone who happens to also be named Alex... You know what they say about pissing writers off...
I will definitely be posting more on this at random, lol. Between working on Connection, of course. This is yet another project that got away from me and I spent several hours adding to it when I was supposed to just post it. Oops.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/42960675
Here’s the link to my Beast Boy fic inspired by this post with @undertheknightwing
It’s 3k words, following the Titans team in the 2017 Judas Contract movie which has perhaps been my favourite Teen Titan line-up thus far.
Summary.
The Teen Titans are left in a bad situation when they're captured by an unknown enemy. Even as they equip themselves to escape, an old secret of Beast Boy is spilled- one that can never be unseen again. But despite his true form, will be accepted by his team?
I really enjoyed writing this fic and I hope to get to another one-shot soon. Or even a longer one, if i can manage to buckle down and finish it.
#beast boy#garfield logan#fanfiction#teen titans fanfiction#teen titans angst#Beast Boy angst#Beast Boy whump#the judas contract
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So I have a request for the nye event, could please you write a drabble with the pairing heavy/engineer/medic where heavy has the one braincell (knows that just because you can do something doesn't mean that you should do that thing)
Thank you for the request! (For this request event.)
Not Infallible
One of the greatest things about their relationship arrangement was how Heavy got to sit nearby and listen to Medic and Engie talk through and about their experiments, things they were working on together or their own personal projects. He did not understand a lot of what they said, they often spoke too fast and used lingo Heavy was unfamiliar with, but listening to them discuss so energetically the things they were passionate about was a treat. … Except when it wasn’t.
It had started as idle speculation. Which one of them had even brought up the idea, Heavy didn’t know anymore and probably neither did either of them. But now they were discussing it seriously, going over all they’d need to actually perform their proposed experiment.
“Nyet,” he said as he closed the book he’d been pretending to read. “No more giant bread monsters. Two is enough.” The one on the moon had been particularly troublesome. Risking releasing such a beast in a far less easily controlled zone was a bad idea.
Over at Engie’s workbench, the two of them had already laid out and fired up their testing teleporters. Medic had pulled out one of the cages containing one of the many small bread monsters they’d made when researching the beasts. “But I wish to study how it so thoroughly infiltrated the entire moon base. Which I could’ve done on the moon if not for the pesky BLU team blowing it up.”
Secretly Heavy was glad the BLU team had blown it up before Medic and Engie could do too much with it. He trusted them to know what they were doing but he didn’t trust them to take their own safety into as much account as they should. The thing had killed all the scientists in the base after all and while Medic and Engie were smarter than the lot of them, it was unlikely any of them had been stupid. All it would take was one mistake, overlooking a single safety measure, or underestimating it one time and they’d end up as its lunch.
“Also,” Engie added, “we want to see how big we can make one before it collapses under its own weight.” Such speculation had been the start of the conversation.
“No,” Heavy said again, firmer this time. “Is dumb idea. Too dangerous. I do not think even I could fight such beast if gets out of control.” If it attacked either of his lovers, he’d try anyway of course but likely wouldn’t win. That wasn’t how he intended to die and thus this was another reason why he couldn’t let them do this experiment. “And is only matter of time before that happens. We barely killed big bread monster in base and that was small, itty-bitty, compared to moon one and you two want to make one even bigger.”
“We could rig it with explosives before hand,” Engie said. “That way we could blow it up if it got out and started rampaging.”
“How would we attach the bombs?” Medic asked. “It’s far too small for anything that would do substantial harm to it once it’s big as we’re trying to make it.” He gestured to the quite small cage in his hand to illustrate his point.
Engie frowned in silent thought for a few moments before replying. “And once it’s big enough for that, it’d be quite hard to attach the explosives without risking it being able to make them blow up in our faces and/or us becoming its lunch. So… perhaps Heavy’s right; this is one of those ideas we shouldn’t test. Not ‘til we got better equipment and whatnot anyway.”
Medic gave Engie an annoyed look that he then turned onto Heavy but ultimately he sighed in resignation. “Yes. Heavy is correct. With our current testing setup, it is too dangerous.”
“Thank you,” Heavy said, giving them an approving nod as Engie turned the teleporters off and Medic turned to place the bread monster cage back on the wall where he’d taken it from. Even the two of them, genius as they were, needed the occasional reminder that they weren’t infallible. Heavy was proud they trusted him enough to let him give them that reminder.
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Now that my brain is no longer fried and I’ve had time to practice one of the paralogues, I realized why Chapter 14 was so bad for me.
The map design encourages rushing in aggressively if you want to complete the secondary objective (which I did, to minimize deaths).
Thing is, my army is not equipped for aggressively rushing in to rout maps. My army is better utilized for engaging one enemy at a time, with rushing only used for boss kills (and even then, most of the rushing comes from Warps and Strides, not attacking everything that stands between them and the boss).
I think I’ll use Marianne’s paralogue to level up some of my weaker regulars (especially since the boss is a Demonic Beast, thus multiple people can benefit from the EXP of a single kill). Unfortunately, Mercedes’ Paralogue, which requires routing the enemy (except the Death Knight, but even then he doesn’t count towards the death counter yet), is required to unlock a scene that should have just been there in the first place.
I think what I’ll do is assemble a “B-Team” consisting of characters I haven’t and don’t intend to use in the main run and not count the deaths (since they don’t affect my main team except Mercedes, who won’t do any killing herself). It’ll also help for the bonus streams I intend to do (consisting of the paralogues I didn’t do because they’re “rout map.”) These streams will be done after the minimum deaths run is done, so they won’t count.
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Ghostbusters: Port Huron (Episode 10)
Episode 10: Eloise
September 6th, 1998
Readiness report by Amber
Tomorrow, we set out for Eloise.
Okay, that may sound a little dramatic. Eloise was a poor house that, like a lot of poor houses, became an asylum and mental hospital that, like a lot of asylums and mental hospitals of the era, were the sites of some truly, truly awful shit. Lobotomies, state sanctioned torture, the silencing of women and inconvenient bastard children, and all of this under the auspices of helping those with mental problems that other medical facilities of the time would not touch with a ten-foot pole.
At its height, according to Bryan, Eloise was the size of a small city with dozens of wards and housing on site for the various medical professionals that worked there. At almost 10,000 residents during the Great Depression, the systemic horribleness of the place wouldn’t stop until it was defunded and shuttered in 1979. 19 years ago. I was alive when this place was open.
And now Wayne County is trying to do something, ANYTHING else with the property. They’ve tried to bulldoze the buildings, and they have gotten a few, but the main complex defies their efforts. There have been an almost infinite number of reports of equipment just stopping near those buildings, not breaking just… stopping dead. Even the wrecking ball they tried to throw at the place broke its chain and crushed the foreman’s mobile office. Nobody wants to go near the place now. It’s almost 5 square miles of cursed campus.
So, the Wayne County leadership decided to contract us. And not just us, but the Detroit and Flint branches as well, to sweep the place clean of spooks and bad vibes. Given how serious Mr. Kaye seems to be taking this, I’m sure we’re in for a hell of a week.
Jeremy and Eric are riding in the Ecto-908 while Bryan and I follow behind in my Ford Taurus. They’ll have the equipment while we’ll haul the luggage. We’ve got four rooms at a Best Western about ten miles away from Eloise itself, and every day is going to be exploring Eloise and trying to take the ghost level there down a peg. The Detroit branch is bringing a special ‘mobile containment grid’ for the occasion, and I guess Jeremy is excited to see how they put it together.
There’s this weird air of ‘life threatening situation’ combined with ‘team building exercise’ about this whole trip that I haven’t felt since my time at basic training. I’m either going to remember this next week as the best time of my life or need a lot of therapy to move past it. There will not be an in between. Unless it’s both. It’ll probably be both. Wish us luck.
ADDITIONAL: I’m giving up on research for the week. I have studied a number of sources, both non-fiction and actual fiction, on the source of our bat winged horse beast and come up with exactly jack and shit. I have a few more ideas, but honestly my brain is so full of unhelpful information at this point that I think spending a week in a mental asylum without other distractions sounds like a spa getaway. – Bryan
ADDITIONAL: I’ve been leaving this out of my reports to the home office until now, but I’ve been experimenting with some additions to the Proton Pack based on the suggestions of the rest of the team. The biggest one was integrating the nuetrona emitter into a gauntlet attachment. This took two weeks of experimentation and failure to accomplish, but I think we can field test it at Eloise and let Eric finally, as he put it, ‘punch a ghost’. I’m happy to let him test it because if it works, great, and if not, it will at least be worth a good laugh. – Jeremy.
ADDITIONAL: Stanley has been blowing off my attempts to contact him. I get the distinct feeling he knows something or has seen something he doesn’t want to share. That’s suspicious and I plan on digging deeper after this week-long ghost-cation. On a brighter note, I get to punch ghosts this week, Jeremy said! My excitement is hard to communicate in writing, but I’m sure it’s going to make up for having to listen to his abysmal mix CDs on the way to Wayne County. – Eric
ADDITIONAL: This week will be a real trial for the team, I fear. If reports are to be believed, it will take a herculean effort to render Eloise free of its ghosts. There is a real argument to be made that doing so may be more detrimental in the long run, I’m sure. Something to the effect of scrubbing the sins out of the land before its paved over and forgotten, atrocities and all. Still, this operation is under the direct management of Julius from the Flint branch. I hope my team doesn’t learn any bad manners from him or his crew. For my part, while my team is in Wayne County, I shall be pursuing a lead on our mounting problems in Port Huron. – Stephen Kaye.
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Bio: Kamek was an mysterious wizard koopa who is looking for a king to take things under its claw and suddenly out of no where. He found a baby named "Bowser". No one really knows where he comes from, Some say he was the son of the previous King and Queen Koopas that died during the great war while the other siblings of Bowser vanished and Even Kamek and King Koopa were close friends, maybe thats why Kamek took him in the first place. Kamek and Baby Bowser started out as swarn enemies with the Yoshi's in a low life clan in Yoshi Island. He was later caught in the middle of the events from "Yoshi's Island" and after the "Yoshi's Island DS", Bowser decide that he is gonna have to get his clan into a powerful shape and decide to build himself an empire in DarkLands with a Castle and Battleships to find the Super Stars and Take over the world.
11 Years past without any trouble to Yoshi's Island and remain at Darklands working onto their new fortress which involves lava, flight and extremal weaponry, He met a female koopa named "Clawdia Koopa" and would later become quickly romantically involved. Bowser sometimes take breaks to spend time with Clawdia as they seemed to be a prefect couple and even got married few years later. When Bowser first started out terrorizing and invading other kingdoms, Clawdia realizes concurring isn't her at all. So when "Bowser Jr" was born, she left and Bowser just unable to let it go. Bowser ends up in a devastating depression and Remains to Cope up with his depression on somethings. He still attacks the Mushroom World has he was recoding for the love one that walked out. Bowser found and force the young Koopalings to put them to work until Kamek made him realized that he too can bring others into his wings like Bowser was put into his and decides to adopts them.
Bowser then gets involves into attacking the Mushroom Kingdom he meet the love of his life that he kidnap's, "Princess Peach" as He has is goal up to Plan, Mario and Luigi defeated the Fire Breathing Beast. Soon after, the first 2 times, the constant kidnappings began. Even in some incasing that he has to team up with his rivals, ended up getting possessed, Play in soften sports, go karts and parties, he still made the right time to get back on his fleet. After Bowser loss in his previous invasion of the Mushroom Kingdoms, he and the Koopa Empire lay low and started planning something big. He even has some new equipment and weapons thanks to Gill Koopa, who was still working for him at the time.
When one of The Koopalings informs him about The Mario Bros Sister Mara shows up to The Mushroom Kingdom, Bowser founds a new idea as back up, so he sends Junior and The Koopalings to capture Mara and take her to his dungeon. Once meeting Mara, Bowser expails that he will use Mara as bait to finally get revenge on her brothers as all the schemes that Mario and Luigi has ruined. He realized that Mara has escaped, but he brushes it aside and gets back to the plan, not long after, Fire Gill Koopa and Banish from Darklands for life because he fears with a mind so sharp will betray him. While he was busy for a while, He let Kamek, his kids and Some of his troops cause some mayhem to The Mario Bros and Sis's and their friends to the world. All to know Bowser might strike again, He will always be a thorn in Mario's side.
Appearance: As much as I like The Movie version of Bowser, Its fear if I kind of change it to my version of Bowser, With some green spots on his back and tail, A Red Ring on shell, Black Punk Bracelets on Ankles and a Leather Punk color has a red gem on it that shows Bowser was top royalty.
Voice Actor: Jack Black
Age: Late 20s or Early 30s
Height: 8.7 Incs
Weight: 360 ibs
Personality: A Grouch, Bad Tempered, Self Centered, Caring, Determined, Tough, Brawn’s over a little bit of brain, Rock and Roll and Touching Heart
Favorite Foods: All Meat and Cake
Family: King and Queen Koopa *Biological Parents/Deceased*, Bowser’s 4 younger siblings *Disappeared or Deceased* Kamek *Adopted Father*, Clawdia *Vanished*, Bowser Jr *Biological Son* and The Koopalings *Adopted Children*
Allies: Princess Peach, Wario and Waluigi *Sometimes*, Koopa Empire, King Bob-Mom, King Boo, King K Rool and Kremling Empire
Enemies: The Mario Bros and Sis, Princess Daisy and Rosalina, Krunch Kremling, DK Clan, Mushroom Kingdom and Different Kingdoms
Likes: Destruction, Fighting, Winning, Racing, Extremes Sports, Being Powerful, Spending time with Bowser Junior and The Koopalings and Plans to Conquer the Mushroom Kingdom and Marry Peach
Dislikes: Humiliations, Defeat, Plans being Foiled, His Plans Backfired, Getting himself possessed and Failure from his minions
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