#how everyone just kind of decided to attack this 1 kid instead of like. being understanding or educating them

[gingaswag]

I can't be the only one who thinks it was kinda really fucked up actually how tons of tf2 fans here decided to dogpile a child for not being educated on LGBT history right

[i-chrystophylux]

GingerGang Headcanons .1

Head-Canons for the entire GingerGang. As a group.

If it is an important decision that requires a lot of thought, everyone asks Wizard Cookie for his opinion.

If everyone is at a loss for what to do, and just decide to jump into action- they tell Chili Pepper to make the first move.

Despite being a bandit, Chili Pepper isn't as careless as most would think. She would put the kids first- then deny it.

Strawberry Cookie would probably stick up for her friends despite her shyness. Most likely more through actions than words.

GingerBrave keeps himself in front of his friends at all times just in case there's danger. Chili Pepper Cookie stays toward the back for the same reason.

Custard Cookie III is actually pretty smart, and is very capable of feeding into others beliefs of him being too young to understand a situation or ill intentions.

Chili Pepper has no clue how to take a parental role, but has tried a handful of times, most likely.

GingerBrave, Wizard and Strawberry Cookie all take a 'parental role' with each other. This comes naturally, depending on who needs comfort or advice. ( GingerBrave - Supportive and Optimistic ; Strawberry Cookie - Empathetic and Encouraging ; Wizard Cookie - Grounded and Firm )

Custard has tried to play a concerned parent but just broke down crying because he was too worried...

If it is too dangerous too even think about bringing Custard Cookie along, they tell him they're goin to get errands done, like shopping in another city for Pure Vanilla Cookie. That way Custard Cookie isn't tempted to follow (be it by begging to go, or sneaking to follow them) because he dislikes chores more times than not.

On more than one occasion, all of the gang have played as 'subjects' for Custard, so they can help him with his confidence.

GingerBrave is a decent cook, and cooks a lot, surprisingly.

Due to the adventurous nature of their lifestyle- they more than often spend time camping or sleeping in the forest. They take turns keeping watch.

Chili Pepper Cookie is familiar with all kinds of theft, robberies, and other such mediums. She keeps them from being robbed when they're outside the kingdom. She also keeps them from getting short handed by scammers.

Wizard Cookie has a very snippy tongue. If he gets annoyed GingerBrave usually takes over in a conversation. Sometimes Strawberry also steps in.

The entire group gets mad at GingerBrave when he goes into his 'hero syndrome' funks. If he starts to get really secretive, they need to re-ground him to remind him that they do best when they're all together as a group.

Strawberry Cookie has anxiety attacks on occasion. In order to comfort her, the group all go and sit next to her in silence, until she's ready to talk.

Wizard Cookie also gets anxiety episodes. When he does, the group will leave him alone for a little while. However, if it lasts past a certain point, they make sure to cook him his favorite food, get him his favorite drink, and force him to come and sit with them to eat instead.

Custard Cookie often associates the older cookies with specific flowers and makes it a point to give them these flowers on their birthdays as flowers are easy for him to find and he likes picking them.

GingerBrave won't go into spaces that are 'too hot' or 'crowded' easily and usually the group makes it a point to keep him talking or distracted the entire time they're there to make it easier.

Chili Pepper has tried to use the 'you children are too young' on the gang before, but realize she couldn't stop them. Mainly because she didn't stand a chance on her own and she doesn't have too many connections beyond them.

[daenerys-apolog1st]

Just generally speaking, how the hell do people get “torture” from “sharply question” because I don’t see it.

1. Aemond is a prince, unless he did some crazy out-of-the-box Maegor type shit, no one is gonna be torturing him. However you feel about Viserys’ parenting, Aemond was his son and there’s no way he’d ever even entertain the idea of him being tortured---especially not for something that wasn't his fault.*

Rhaenyra knows this. She’s not stupid---she’s grown up watching Viserys get angry at Daemon, for shit he's ACTUALLY done, and never once bring up torture. So, frankly, if we're going with the theory that Rhaenyra meant torture and actually wanted it to happen, it'd be stupid as fuck for her to bring it up to VISERYS in PUBLIC when she knows damn well that he'd never consider it an option.

2. We literally SEE Viserys do as she asks in this scene! She gets what she wants after she says it!

And guess what? There’s no torture involved.

Viserys asks him who fed him the shit about Rhae's kids being bastards. Aemond then, trying to cover for Alicent, says that Aegon told him the rumors. Aegon, confused as fuck, says "what?" before Viserys asks him where HE heard it, to which Aegon simply says "look at them."

And then before anyone can apply some critical thinking and realize that it was obviously Alicent feeding this shit to them---which would result in her facing some kind of consequence because Viserys has told her multiple times to drop it---Alicent then makes a homophobic and demeaning comment towards Laenor, who is quite literally mourning the loss of his sister.

...

Idk about y'all, but I wouldn't consider asking a question torture, but that could just be me ig 🤷‍♀️

Should Viserys have asked Aemond about this shit the day he lost an eye? No, there was a time and a place to have that conversation, but it CLEARLY wasn't right then. Personally, I think that the whole situation would've been resolved a lot better if everyone had just went to bed, thought on it, and then decided what to do in the morning---but that's not what was done.

However, TG acting like Aemond being asked a question is the worst thing in the world is just fucking ridiculous---especially considering how people use this as "evidence" of Viserys being a bad parent** and then ignore Alicent's actions in the scene: slapping and yelling at Aegon for something that wasn't his fault, ignoring Aemond asking her to stop escalating things, and then making Aemond losing an eye all about her and what she's suffered. Instead of, y'know, the son that lost an eye.

And acting like Rhaenyra "clearly" didn't actually mean "questioned" when she said "questioned" is a fucking REACH.

Not to mention that: 3. even if Rhaenyra DID mean "torture" when she said "questioned" ...so what?

She only said it in RESPONSE to Alicent advocating for Luce's eye to be taken out, so it was very obviously just a defensive response meant to try and take the attention off of her son. She was just trying to protect him.

She also only says it ONCE and there is absolutely NO ACTION behind her words, if she actually wanted Aemond tortured you'd think she'd press the subject, but she doesn't---so clearly it's not actually something she wants. Meanwhile Alicent brings up the idea of Luce being maimed as revenge MULTIPLE TIMES and then GOES AFTER HIM WITH A KNIFE---despite everyone, again including AEMOND, telling her to stop.

...but you never hear TG criticize her for that, now do you?

Which brings up another point:

Alicent attacks a 5 year old with a knife and it's fine and even commendable because she's "protecting her children," but Rhaenyra says that her brother should be questioned and suddenly she's an evil terrible bitch who clearly wanted him to be tortured and die.

Like, do y'all not see the hypocrisy?

Anyways, Rhaenyra obviously did NOT mean "torture" and if she did I don't think it's this awful thing TG makes it out to be because she clearly didn't mean it and probably knew Viserys would never actually do anything.

*Despite what some people apparently assume about me, I don't think Aemond was at fault for Driftmark, just like I don't think the other kids were necessarily at fault either. They were all kids, they were gonna react like kids and act like they were raised to act. The main fault is on the adults that should've been watching the damn kids so they couldn't claim dragons and get in brawls and put themselves in dangerous situations.

**Oh no, Viserys didn't want to intentionally maim another child after his child was accidentally maimed, instead he wants to resolve things sensibly instead of blindly seeking revenge. What a terrible person. /s Viserys was a shit father to all of his kids, but this particular situation isn't an example of that---it's him, for once, making a good decision.

[ben-talks-art]

Mel being able to do magic... Kinda bothers me

Something that I used to find really cool about Mel was how she was the Sokka of Arcane.

She was that character who didn't have amazing powers or skills like everyone else but she had a kind heart and a good vision on how to put people's powers and skills to good use.

The same way Sokka in Avatar would look at his friends and form a plan on how to take down a giant drill to save the day, Mel would look at the stuff Jayce and Viktor could come up with and think of ways on how it could help others, all for the sake of creating a place that didn't had to rely on violence to solve things like her mother's land.

Look at the way she looks at Jayce and Viktor after they managed to crack down magic runes.

It's like a blend of a proud parent seeing her kids accomplish what she knew they could accomplish, a sense of relief from knowing that her plans to create an advanced society that doesn't need to rely in strength but can instead rely on magic tech is coming closer to reality, and maybe even a bit of calculation, already thinking of ways how this new discovery can be used for the benefit of others in ways she probably always wanted to do but never could because she lakced the means... and now she might have these means!

It's such a kind look in her gaze that tells so much about her and about how she feels about this whole situation.

In contrast, I love how in season 2 she sees that Jayce, Caitlyn, and Vi have given up on trying to be the good guys and decided to use hextech to fight back, and you can see the horror on her face upon realizing her efforts were in vain and that now this place was going to rely on violence as a solution as well. She was about to relive the same nightmare she did as a child.

It's so tragic because in season 1 she suggested they might need to make weapons in case they need to defend themselves, but now actually seeing it and realizing they're about to not just defend but start and attack must have filled her with so much regret.

There was something so engaging about her drama and conflict, wondering how she was going to fight for her beliefs, trying to prove there could still be a way to bring things back to a peaceful diplomatic route. Or heck, maybe she would need to just be strong and endure it as when the others started to realize the violent methods were going too far she would have to be the one to remind them they could still go back.

There was potential for a good character moment here, have Mel face the fact she couldn't prevent what she wanted to avoid, but could still be there for when they needed to go back to reason...

But then they just throw her in a cave for part of the season, isolating her from other characters, and only let her out after she turns into Jean Grey or something.

I really didn't like this...

The character who was associated with being a diplomat, being logical, being able to solve problems with her intelligence and kindness without the need for power or strength... Now has literal magic plot armor and was throwing hands with her mother.

Not a big fan of this fight overall. Again, to me she was like the "Sokka" of Arcane, the one who uses her brain to bring out everyone's full potential.

I feel it would be much more cool if we had scenes of Mel talking with the other characters, getting familiar with what they could do, and then coming up with plans and strategies to help in the final battle.

Or heck, what if she had figured out who the traitors were and managed to use that to their advantage?

Or if maybe we had Jayce secretly building a hextech item just for her that managed to help her somehow overcome Ambessa and her men, maybe a giant flashlight hidden in a small device or something to blind the enemies, I don't know, just something...

I was just a bit underwhelmed by the route they took with Mel. Visually, her powers look really really cool, but it kinda took away some things I really liked about her.

[somegrumpynerd]

HEY. POINTS FINGER… any thoughts on how everyone reacted when the other joined the team? as in how did killer react when dust came, how did he and dust react when horror came, how did they all react when cross came, etc. i love love LOVE your bad sanses thoughts way too much they make me so happy. if i write hurt you write comfort and it’s awesome. also how do you think they slowly started to get closer? just.. bah give me your thoughts on them!!!! any thoughts!!!!!!!!!

You fool!! You’ve given me a chance to ramble about my special little guys and now this post will stretch on forever!! Mwahahahahah >:3c

No but seriously this is probably gonna be wicked long cause I have 1 million thoughts about these guys joining and meeting each other so uh, readmore for everybody’s safety and sanity

(^ I wrote that in the document before I started typing out my actual thoughts and uh

yeah no kidding, this is like a fucking essay so proceed with caution)

OKAY SO

I’ve said before that Nightmare got Dust for two reasons; one being that Dream had just recently started working with Ink (and soon Blue) so he and Killer were no longer able to gang up on Dream. He wanted somebody else to bulk up their numbers and give Killer a little back up. He also was starting to realise that Killer didn’t handle being alone very well, since this was when he most often got worked up and broke things around the castle (and sometimes tipped over into stage 3). Dust would be a perfect fit since he had the same amount of lvl and fighting experience as Killer, and since they were so close in circumstance they would be practically like brothers right?

The irony that he thought this about a guy he was recruiting to help kill his brother was apparently lost on him.

They absolutely hated each other. Like, it was instant. Killer saw him as a replacement, why would boss go out and get another sans - one with almost the same backstory as me - when I’m right here? Does he think I’m not good enough? Am I disposable and this is the backup for when I die in combat? He didn’t take it well. He took it all out on Dust too, not cooperating in battle, trying to start fights in the castle, etc. He couldn’t outright kill him because Nightmare had given him strict orders not to, but Killer loves a loophole. If he roughed Dust up down to 1hp and something else happened to finish him off, technically he’d followed orders.

Dust just straight up didn’t want to be there. Nightmare just showing up and yoinking him had worked fine with Killer, but Dust had wanted to sit in his empty au and die, he had no intention of joining a team or doing work of any kind - good or bad. The only reason he didn’t just lie down and refuse the entire time was that he had to fight back against Killer, as much as he wanted to die he refused to give this ass the satisfaction or lvl. He didn’t intend to be any help out in the field either, but again, Killer was making sure he got fired at so he had to retaliate to stay alive.

Eventually it got bad enough that Nightmare had to pull Killer aside and demand answers. In the year or so of knowing him Killer had never willfully disobeyed orders before, so Nightmare needed to know what had gotten into him. He dispelled the replacement rumour right away, he still wasn’t quite softened up enough to be sappy about it but he made sure Killer understood what a good worker he was and that Nightmare had no intention of losing him. It didn’t help a lot, they still hated each other for other reasons, but it eased a little.

Killer still had pretty frequent dips into stage 3, except now he would go straight for Dust usually. Nightmare had tried to explain what he’d learned about it to Dust, but he didn’t really believe that it wasn’t just Killer deciding to try and kill him for funsies. He only accepted it after a particular episode where he attacked Nightmare instead, which Dust knew Killer wouldn’t try in his right mind.

After he came back to his senses he sought Dust out. The air around Killer was very different after a stage 3, sort of sombre and almost calm, so Dust let them sit together and Killer apologised for giving him such a hard time. They actually talked for the first time in months while Killer was still calm (or tolerable, as Dust describes it), and it didn’t magically fix everything but, things were a little better. They still fought and argued and bothered each other but it wasn’t as sharp, there was a lack of real murderous intent in it all, and sometimes after an episode they would talk a little bit. It was the best Nightmare was going to get for now, so he took it.

They were still completely incompetent about taking care of themselves though. Neither of them would eat unless prompted and Nightmare didn’t have good enough knowledge of mortals to know when that should be to stop them passing out from hunger on the job. Not to mention the stars were now a full team, and with the way Killer and Dust would sometimes rather target each other on the field he could do with more backup.

Horror was the first of the group to get a choice in joining. Nightmare had taken note of how much Dust didn’t want to be part of things, and while it was in his best interests in the long run given his situation, Horror’s au was still mostly intact - though a little in disrepair. Horror was also the first in the group to have a good (and ongoing) relationship with his brother, so Nightmare knew he couldn’t just pop in and steal him, he had to be a bit more diplomatic with this one and offer a deal.

He gave Horror some time to think on his proposal - he would set up regular deliveries of food to Horror’s au in exchange for him joining their team - and was quite surprised when Horror agreed, with some stipulations. Horror was equally surprised when Nightmare agreed so easily to his terms (that he didn’t want his brother to know what he’d be doing, and that he wouldn’t kill). A little down the line the terms were altered to add that he would also be left to visit his au every week or so.

Horror was not impressed meeting the other two. He didn’t need his power as judge anymore to sense the lvl coming off them both, and given who they were working for he was instantly distrustful of them both (the uh, brother situation did not help). He was also in a place that had an abundance of food for the first time in probably years, so he was doing a lot of going hog wild in the kitchen and then getting very sick as a result.

Dust didn’t particularly feel anything for him. This guy hated him, sure, but it wasn’t forward and slashy like with Killer, it was just quiet loathing which was fine. That’s how Dust felt about himself so, y’know, mood. He did kind of feel sorry for him though, not just because of the whole famine and everything, but also because he was watching this guy eat like his life depended on it and then get sick and undo it day after day. He was the one who suggested Horror getting his food in moderation to Nightmare, which did help but was an absolute ordeal to enforce. Y’know how some people get hangry? Imagine that but you haven’t had a proper meal in years and now these people give you tiny amounts of food and don’t let you eat more for hours. The hunger mood swings were a sight to behold, you would never have guessed in those days that Horror specified not wanting to kill.

When his ability to eat had evened out and he was in better shape, Horror made a point of apologising to Dust for being aggressive with him. Over time he’d kind of softened up on him from his initial impression, since he could see plainly how wracked with guilt Dust was over his situation. It was a little easier to imagine that whatever he’d done was truly out of desperation and not just for fun, as Horror had assumed at first sight. 

They also both retained that classic sans laziness, so it was easy for them to share a space while saying and doing nothing. It made Horror the first person that Dust willingly spent time around in the castle (and vice versa since Horror was still largely suspicious of Nightmare and Killer - the deal seemed too good to be true and the stage 3 episodes didn’t help). As time went on, Horror kind of became Dust’s emotional support skeleton in a way. Dust had become quite averse to touch in his solitude and Horror very slowly brought him back out with casual gentle touches, until not only did he no longer freeze or stiffen at being grabbed but Dust would seek him out to flop next to on the couch. Horror claimed it was just returning the favour for helping with his eating situation, but really it was nice to have something resembling a friend here.

Killer, for his part, was going through This is My Replacement 2: Electric Boogaloo. Not to the same degree as with Dust, since Horror was quite a bit different, but Killer was still wary of this new addition. He didn’t really instigate anything though since, to be honest, Horror had the intimidation factor. He was like a foot taller than both of them, he had a cracked skull and completely different magic and it seemed like every time Killer saw him he was eating bread like a wolf eats a deer. So while he was going through his food moderating, Killer mostly just stayed quiet and kept his distance.

Horror had not softened on him like he had with Dust, since Killer didn’t openly show remorse. He still watched him with distrust, especially after seeing the way he scrapped with Dust for seemingly no reason other than for violence’s sake. Killer was still mostly targeting Dust in his stage 3s, but Horror had to be careful to stay out of his way since he was still working with much lower hp than the other two. What did start to convince him was seeing how similar Killer and Dust were after a stage 3 episode. Once Killer was slightly more composed (ie stopped crying), he became so tired and quiet and blunt about things he normally joked his way around. It was a little startling, but also started to bring Horror around to the idea that Killer might regret his actions too, just buried under several layers of whatever the hell is also wrong with him at any given time.

Killer and Horror only really started interacting after talking about Dust. Killer was asking how he got Dust to like him since he seems to hate everyone and everything else, Horror told him very pointedly it was because he wasn’t trying to kill Dust. Killer admitted he wasn’t trying to kill Dust, at least not anymore, he just wanted to fight for fun. It opened up a better channel of understanding, knowing that Killer did not actually have murderous intent behind his swings (stage 3 notwithstanding). It made it easier for Horror to occasionally get involved in the roughhousing which Killer delighted in, knowing that the other two knew how to hold back enough to keep him from dusting.

Speaking of stage 3, it was around this time that Killer and Dust made a very important deal. After a particularly rough episode with a little too close of a call, Killer showed up in Dust’s room and begged him shakily to make a promise - that if he ever got too out of control during one of his stages, Dust would kill him. He’d been told over and over by Nightmare that it was impossible for Killer to hurt him since he was immortal, but now there were more people around him where that wasn’t the case, and he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he came out of a stage and found himself alone. Dust promised.

It’s also worth mentioning that, once they were all close enough to be on speaking terms, Horror started bullying the shit out of these two about eating. Now that Horror knew neither of them were going to kill him, he felt safe enough to pick them up by the scruff and set them at the table to say they weren’t leaving until they had at least a snack. He let them pick what they would eat - he wasn’t that cruel about it - but he had to see them eat at least 3 times a day or they would hear about it.

It was by no means perfect or regular, but after about half a year Nightmare finally had henchmen who ate food and worked together (mostly).

Now here’s the problem… I still haven’t really figured out how or why Cross joined the team. Like, obviously there’s some kind of point in the events of underverse where it splits off into an alternate timeline, but I haven’t really figured out where yet so. Leave that one with me just a little longer. Cross joins.

Nightmare really truly didn’t intend to take anyone else in. They were (mostly) getting along, they were pretty well matched to fight the stars, he had no need of more mortals.

…but he was also pretty soft at this point. Every one of them had taken a blow to his I’m immortal I’m an island I don’t get attached to others persona and he’d gotten pretty damn fond of them all. This was why when he felt the sheer weight of loneliness radiating off of Cross, he just couldn’t bring himself to leave him.

So Cross entered the castle. 

He did not particularly intend to stay or make friends, he was trying to get his world back and nothing more. He even revealed a little down the line that he outright refused to kill, and was quite surprised to find that Nightmare was fine with that. At the start he was polite but not friendly with the others and mostly kept to himself.

Dust, as is often the case, did not really have an opinion. Another new guy, this one was self sufficient and didn’t bother him so he had no reason to get involved. He was content to be in the same room as Cross but didn’t start up any conversations.

Horror felt the need to speak to Cross, since Dust would happily stay silent for years and Killer was, well, Killer. Horror was somehow the closest thing to normal they had, so he was the one that made small talk. Mostly asking what Cross would like for meals and encouraging him to pick something he liked when he got the answer of “anything is fine”. As Cross settled in a bit more and actually opened up, they bonded over being the only two to enjoy food. Horror made a point of adding chocolate to the stock they kept in the kitchen and making tacos here and there for Cross.

Horror was also the first Cross kind of warmed to, mostly because he was the one devoid of lvl and Nightmare had mentioned he’d also said he wouldn’t kill. Learning a little about his au’s situation only softened Cross to him more, especially seeing that he still cared a lot for his brother and was trying to protect his home (even if Cross found it unthinkable that he lived away from it). It was through Horror that he also got accustomed to Dust, how being quiet and distant was kind of his default and that he also felt deeply haunted by the loss of his world. They weren’t exactly friends, but it was comfortable enough.

So now boss had taken in another new person, someone who takes orders like a soldier and fights with knives and ruthless precision and aims to be his righthand man, and Killer was ecstatic. By now he’d mostly put his fears of being disposable behind him, Nightmare had gotten a bit less subtle in showing how important they all were to him and Killer felt confident he wouldn’t be replaced. Which was a little bit funny, because the only guy he didn’t feel threatened by was the one who absolutely competed for his spot.

Cross needed to prove he was useful, he had to feel like he earned his keep and that all the training and suffering he’d done was for a reason. When Nightmare sent them on missions, Cross aimed to be the fastest and the most efficient and to report to Nightmare without question. Horror and Dust looking on would have expected Killer to see this 100% as a threat to his position as (self proclaimed) Nightmare’s second in command, and to go for this guy’s throat when nobody else was around.

But Killer was fascinated. Cross was completely different from any of them, bar Nightmare whose au is a whole different kettle of fish, so he had a certain element of unpredictability to him. Horror and Dust were both based on classic sans just like him, so to a certain degree he knew how they would feel about most things and what they might say, the only differences being in what they had experienced through their own timelines. Cross was based on a swap sans and his au had taken wild twists and turns away from usual events, so Killer had to learn everything about him by poking and prodding for answers or observing from a distance, much like back when it was just him and Nightmare. Cross was something new to be studied and Killer loved taking notes.

Cross did not see this as friendly. He was competing with Killer for approval, not realising Killer was playing their contest like a game. When he saw Cross training he would jump in to spar for fun, but Cross saw his rival trying to get a jump on him and take him out of the running. When Killer would hang around and pester Cross in their off time with questions, it didn’t seem like someone taking interest, it seemed like someone being nosy and looking for weaknesses to exploit. When Horror mentioned that Killer was being surprisingly contained and friendly, Cross really thought he was fucking with him.

The first time Cross was willing to even consider this was the case was when his locket came loose on the field and Killer ran back to find it, since one of the notes he’d taken was how the locket wasn’t something Cross would play about (the same as Horror with food). It didn’t make sense for someone who was seriously competing to have him kicked out to just hand his necklace back, no ransoms or attempts to crush it to upset him, just some vague remark about “owing him one” and then right back to Nightmare for orders.

Cross had to give him something of a chance after that, Horror helped a lot by telling him “he doesn’t want to hurt you, he just doesn’t know how to be normal”. It was mostly a playful jab at Killer, but reframing their interactions changed it significantly for Cross. Now they were sparring playfully and having friendly competition on jobs. He wasn’t as put off when Killer went into stage 3 because he knew he could match him in combat and the others were always on hand to help restrain or distract him. Cross also took note of how Killer calmed down a lot for physical touch, not unlike how Dust had warmed up to Horror. It went a long way into not only making him a little less combative for attention every day, but it seemed to put longer stretches between his episodes (which Cross had also started tracking so they wouldn’t be caught out by them as much).

For his part, Killer has disobeyed instructions in the past to benefit Cross, usually ignoring the task to help him if he’s hurt. He’s also given Nightmare nudges towards praising him because he’s noted that that’s what Cross needs in the same way he needs touch (not that Nightmare doesn’t praise them normally, but when Cross is going through it and needs something). He also doesn’t particularly like chocolate but has made a point of not admitting this to Horror so he can give his chocolate to Cross.

(It’s also worth noting that Cross is the only one, besides Nightmare, that has been to Horror’s au. He offered to help out during the food delivery and got to meet Horror’s Papyrus (who he is a little intimidated by but ultimately friendly with, even though it’s a little weird since he’s a good bit different from his own Papyrus). Dust and Killer can’t really visit for a few reasons, mostly because everyone will notice their lvl immediately and know what they’ve done. Dust especially doesn’t know how he would react to having a Papyrus in front of him again and doesn’t want to put Horror's family at risk to find out. Whenever he visits, his Papyrus asks about Cross now and sometimes tries to make tacos for him (key word tries, he’s still a Papyrus after all). He may have joked that seeing Cross sometimes is “like having another brother but younger and less lazy” and when Horror told him this Cross may or may not have cried.)

And that’s where we are now!

They’re a very strange group who’ve been through some inexplicable events and have all changed each other in one way or another. And whether or not it can be admitted, they are a family c:

Now onto how Nightmare was made emotionally open by each of them!! In this essay I will no just kidding could you imagine this is already like 7 pages long

If you got to the end of this post please drink some water and get yourself a snack

[gravity-what]

Look who's here again - hi!!!

Well, I have a question

In your opinion, if Guan from AU Omi Heliyn met the original Chase Young from the series

What would their relationship be like?

What would their conversations and dialogues be like

Them expressing opinions of people from their receptive universes

(I would love to see how the original Chase would react upon learning that Guan Heliyn still has contact with K Hannibal Roy Be

And it would also be very interesting to see the original Chase's reaction to his counterpart from the villain Guan's universe and the relationship the two have, in the case of Helyin Guan and Good Chase)

Do you think they would be allies? "friends"?

And of course, how would Heliyn Guan's reaction be if he saw the original Chase and the opposite

Original Chase Young seeing that version of Guan.

Oddly enough this kind of interaction has actually been something I thought about with a completely non-canon story idea that essentially breaks down into “The AU monks actually break a Wu that ends up with them transported to the normal universe and vice versa” the set up is, essentially:

1) show Guan shows up to the main temple informing the kids that he is sensing a disturbance in reality and wants to know what’s happened, which the kids have no idea (because they didn’t do anything) but they are also on edge because of said disturbance.

2) reality suddenly warps and there is Chase looking angry and exasperated along with the AU monks who look panicked with Jack insisting he can fix this.

3) at which point there is a chorus of “Jermaine?!” And “KEIKO?!” From the show monks (Jack: what? I don’t get a Multi-universe hello?) and a lot of the monks trying to figure out what is happening (also all of them panicking over Omi…) at which point there is a surprised and oddly soft “Chase?” From behind all of them which has them all turning to look at Master Monk Guan, including Chase who looks struck (he hasn’t heard Guan’s voice in a few hundred years…)

4) At which point Chase gets is signature grin 😈 and immediately attacks Guan 🤣

5) the show monks attempt to stop him while the AU monks hold them back. The conversation essentially breaks down to “But Master Monk Guan is one of the good guys!!!” And “ya, I’m pretty sure Master Monk Chase knows that. It really isn’t going to stop this fight.” At which point the fight does end with Chase actually hugging Guan and expressing how good it is to see his old friend much to everyone’s shock. (Also to everyone’s shock Guan returns the hug)

6) anyway at this point it’s shenanigans between the two groups with Chase being super excited to meet a Xiaolin Omi and gushing about how he always knew he would make a wonderful Dragon of Water (and demanding a fight with Omi to test his skills which…uhhh…it’s…Good!Chase is….brutal….because he is 1) already like that and 2) is used to Heylin Omi who can really take a punch… Omi is honestly shocked (and maybe a little terrified) at just how vicious this Chase is in comparison to his own…)

7) anyway, dinner time and ideas are floated around on how to get people back, Omi suggests what he had done in ‘time after time’ and find one of the others counterparts to just have them touch, at which point it’s mentioned that the others were likely transported to the other universe so that’s out of the question. Along with that though is the reveal that Guan in the other universe is the one that drank the soup and, oh, BTW is still under Hannibal’s thumb. A fact that….very quickly devolves into a very rough argument between AU Chase and Show Guan because, well “why haven’t you taken care of Hannibal yet?!”

8) At this point we jump to the other universe where, I’ll admit, I haven’t given as much thought (mostly because I haven’t fully decided if this would take place pre-or-post Arc 3 which is a very important thing to figure out).

So, instead now you just get general thoughts:

I think there would be hesitation between the two of them. A very careful choice of words and tiptoeing around each other, but they would talk. Both of them would be too curious about the differences in their universes not to. This would ultimately lead to Chase inviting Guan over for dinner, drinks, and a chat (he is, after all, a lot better than his Good!Self at plotting and scheme and not just jump into action)

And, shockingly, even though they would both be tiptoeing and manipulating the conversation at the start of this little meeting, I actually do think both of them would fall into a far more comfortable conversation as the night went on with Guan wanting to know more about how Hannibal was defeated here and Chase wanting to know all about his little one as soon as he learns that he is Heylin in that universe.

They would, of course, eventually get around to a sparing match (because how could they not test each other?) but, over all, this whole meeting would be cordial and friendly. After all neither of them “have anything to lose. There is nothing at stake.” They both know that, eventually, the universes will be fixed so why not gossip and play while they have the time 🤣.

This got long but…welp…hope it satisfies that itch to know! Especially since this story, if I ever do decide to write it, probably won’t drop for ages.

[lazycats-stuff]

The New Heir - Chapter 8

Alright, lets go on. Sorry for taking so long to push this out. Feedback is appreciated, as always.

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: Ra's makes an appearance, hehe, Talia too, mentions of panic attacks, Elias doesn't like the gala, gala, Ra's scares Elias, a little backstory about Natalia and Ra's...

Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8 Chapter 9, Chapter 10

Damian and Elias have talked through the problem and Damian has promised to not try to remove himself from Elias. He would try to deal with sadness and worry with Elias, considering that they are now both in a pickle. As far as they know, they could be biologically related.

But how would they be related if it is Ra's though? Elias shuddered at the every part of his being, every fiber of his being. It was a scary thought for Elias. If Ra's trained Batman, one of the best martial artists in the world, then what did he do with his mom?

Now there was a big question about the fact what to do with those martial arts? He is not ashamed, oh no, but now he is questioning everything. Should he hide his skills?

No. Elias thought about it and decided that he wouldn't hide anything. Absolutely anything. He won't carry the burden of his father.

He would not even carry the sins of his father.

After concluding that in his mind, Elias went to sleep. Damian and Elias shared a bed that night, Damian seemingly worried about Elias. It really looked like he was worried about Elias judging him for his grandfather.

Elias really couldn't see how Damian could worry about that. He never judged anybody on his family, but the character. Nobody really has a choice about their family. You are either lucky or unlucky.

There is really no in between.

There was another problem with Elias. The gala is in a few hours and Elias was still nervous. He was looking at the suit that was laid on his bed. The suit looked amazing, but it really didn't fit him. He wasn't this rich kid that would attend galas all the time.

But he would keep his mouth shut about this. Bruce was kind enough to give him this suit so he shouldn't complain about it. More importantly, he got a roof over his head. Elias still glared at the suit.

He huffed as he left the room, walking towards the kitchen. There were people milling around, mostly waiters and security, checking the manor out, the perimeter more so.

He heard Alfred in the kitchen, telling the waiters everything they needed to know. He waived over Elias to stand next to him, not even turning his head to look at him, eyes trained on the soldier in front of the head waiter.

" Is everything clear? " Alfred asked and the waiter nodded, letting the others know what to do and what not to do. Alfred turned his head to look at Elias, a softer look in his eyes.

" How can I help you master Elias? "

" I just can't stay in my room Alfred. " Elias confessed, watching as everyone was getting ready. The waiters in a white tuxedo, glasses clinking, smells of different foods... It was more comforting than the silence of his room.

" What's wrong? " Alfred said as he lead him to sit down on one of the island chairs.

" I just... Feel really out of place with this gala. I glared at the suit with so much that I had to leave the room and clear my head. " Elias explained to Alfred and Alfred had nothing but sympathy for him.

" And that's normal. You grew up in a humble environment and this is the weird and confusing for you. "

" Alfred, I never had a custom made suit in my life. Ever. Like... It's insane to me. It's not- " Elias let out a sigh instead, rubbing the back of his neck. " And I feel like I am ungrateful because I don't want to wear the suit, but then I think of the fact that he gave a place to leave. " Elias ranted out and Alfred put his hand on Elias' shoulder.

" You don't have to worry about it. You are an honorary Wayne now and all of his kids get the best things for the public stuff like this. Galas are the worst time for everyone here and nobody likes them, but we endure it. " Alfred explains and directs a waiter.

" Don't feel bad and try to relax here okay? Usually you guys are here for 2 hours tops and that's it from you guys. Reporters won't bother you because there will be hell to pay with Bruce. "

" I like the sound of it. "

" Also, I have to warn you, Damian's mother and his grandfather will come. "

Elias' jaw dropped down to the floor. " No. "

" Yes master Elias. Also, they are civil, don't worry about anything happening. " Alfred said, but Elias didn't believe it. By God it didn't believe it.

" I really can't believe it, but fair enough. " Elias said as he walked off and went back to his room. He really needs to put his suit on. Alfred smiled and got back to work.

" Hey Alfred. " Bruce said as he walked in. " Did you see Elias? "

" I did, you must have passed one another. " Alfred said.

" Is he okay with the gala? " Bruce asked as he leaned on the counter, being careful of the dishes.

" I told him that Ra's and Talia are coming. He is now a bit nervous, but he will be fine. " Alfred answered and Bruce rubbed his eyes.

" Well, he had to know... Now is just going to be the matter of nerves." Bruce said as he looked at the kitchen. " I know this gala is for charity, but I hate it. " Bruce said and Alfred smiled.

" I know, but it's for kids. " Alfred said as he took a bottle of whiskey and two glasses to pour the whiskey in.

" Even before the gala? " Bruce asked as he accepted the glass from Alfred.

" I need it. " Alfred said as he raised his glass. Bruce followed. " May this gala go well. "

" Hear hear. " Bruce said as they clanked their glasses before downing their whiskey.

The gala was actually going well. Elias was still nervous, but he was always with one of the guys. He saw journalists and he did see gossip pages and what not, but none of them approached any of the boys. Elias truly wishes that he could get rid of this anxiety, but he knew he couldn't.

How could he anyhow? Everyone watching him as he was a new Wayne, not officially, but an honorary one, but none the less, press are ready to sink their teeth into him. A tragic story of his mom missing and Bruce doing a press conference alone, seemingly wanted to see what he could share, giving them all the juicy details about the case and himself.

Elias was now the talk of Gotham and all eyes were on him right now.

He found it distressing and it made him want to crawl into his room. He really wanted to, but knew he couldn't do it just yet. Damn it Bruce. (Y/N) was talking to Damian, getting something to drink. The two need a break from the snobbish kids that came along with their parents. Damian and the others were primary targets and Elias was spared so far.

" Hello Damian. " Somebody said from behind them, in a deep rich voice and Elias picked up on a slight Arabic accent. Elias turned around and nearly dropped the glass in shock.

Is this Ra's Al Ghul?

" Grandfather. " Damian said and that confirmed it to Elias. Oh shit. Shit. No. Nope.

" And this must be Elias. I'm Ra's, Damian's grandfather. " Ra's introduced himself, extending a hand to shake. Elias took his hand and shook it with a firm grip. " Yes, I'm Elias. Nice to meet you. " Elias lied right through his teeth.

Keep it civil Eli. Keep it civil.

" This is my daughter Talia. " Ra's said and (Y/N) looked at the woman next to him.

Elias had to admit, she is drop dead gorgeous. Almost like a goddess. Dark brown hair, gorgeous eyes, not to mention a figure that many men look for a few moments longer than they should.

If Elias was was none the wiser, he would have gone for her. Of course, if he was older too, an adult. The two shook hands and Elias forced a smile.

" Nice to meet you. " He lied right through his teeth once more and saw the way that Ra's was looking at him. Damian watched from the side.

" I heard what happened to your mother. I'm sorry that happened to you. " Ra's said and Elias had a bad feeling about this. He gave a small nod and a tight smile. " Thank you. "

Something was off about all of this. Really off. And it wasn't because Elias knew what was Ra's and Talia capable of, but something else. He took sip of his drink and Damian has stepped in.

" Elias, I think that father wanted to talk to you. " Damian said and Elias didn't question this and said his polite goodbyes before leaving to look for Bruce.

Where the hell is that man? Elias wondered as he kept looking, sighing in relief as he made his way to Bruce. Bruce saw him and saw a panicked look in his eyes. He quickly walked over, putting his hand on his shoulder.

" Eli, are you okay? "

" I don't know, I just met Ra's and Talia... " Elias said and started to breathe deeply. He didn't want to have a panic attack now.

" Come with me. " Bruce said as he led Elias out of the room and into an empty hall. " Deep breaths okay? "

Elias nodded and just tried not have another panic attack. He leaned against the wall and undid his tie, not wanting to feel suffocated.

" That man is stressful to talk to. My God... " Elias whispered to himself and Bruce put his hand on Elias' shoulder.

" I know, trust me, I know. Do you think you will have a panic attack? " Bruce asked quietly and Elias shook his head, following with a very quiet no.

" Good boy. I would like for you to go to your room and relax okay? You don't have to be at the gala anymore okay? " Bruce said to Elias and Elias wanted nothing more than that. Bed is nice. Bed doesn't judge.

Bed is comforting. Very comforting.

" Thanks... How do you deal with him? " Elias asked and Bruce smiled a little bit.

" You need to have your wits. That's all I can say. " Bruce said and gave Elias a quick hug to make sure he is okay.

" Wow. " Elias said and moved back when Bruce let him go.

" Go to your room and relax, okay? Don't worry about him. " Bruce reassured Elias and Elias happily went up the stairs. Bed won't judge. Bed will only comfort you.

The gala came to an end and the manor was empty. Well, it wasn't really. Talia and Ra's were sitting in the living room, with the rest of the family, including Alfred, but without Elias, who was sleeping in his bed quite relaxed and quite happy. Bed doesn't judge.

Now, what was the reason for this impromptu meeting I might hear you asking?

It was about Elias. Bruce outright refused to call Elias down and Ra's backed down from the suggesting it anymore. Of course, the two were outnumbered, especially with one member of the family who wasn't afraid to kill.

It was Alfred, already protective of his new grandson and at the moment, he was standing with one of his wrists in his other and the gun in the free one. Alfred was quick on the trigger, especially since being an MI6 agent. Former of course.

Ra's and Talia were fully aware of it and has agreed to not piss off Alfred.

" Why are you focused on Elias? " Alfred asked, looking those two demons down.

" Well, you will need context first. " Ra's said as he was leaning back on the couch, legs crossed. He fixed his cufflinks and looked at everyone in the room.

" Around 30 years ago, I met a newcomer who was eager to learn. She had such raw passion and raw talent for fighting. " Ra's said as he smiled a little bit at the memory. " I immediately took her under my wing and soon enough, I feel in love. A year later, we were married and Talia was on the way. " Ra's said, pausing to take a sip of his wine. He continued as he put his glass down.

" When Talia was around 20 years old, my wife disappeared. Well, she somehow ran. To this day, I don't know how she did it. Worst of all? " Ra's said as he paused for a brief moment, smirking in pure bitterness. " She was pregnant with a baby boy, my heir. A boy who was born in May 2011. "

The last sentence did it and the room was silent. If Elias had been here, he would have gotten a panic attack of the century. Everyone turned to Damian and Bruce, who were speechless. Damian more than Bruce.

He has an uncle his age... My God.

" So Elias is Damian's uncle? " Jason asked, hoping to get a little bit more of clarity. Tim wonder if he was hallucinating and Dick was just to speechless to even talk.

" Yes. " Talia said and Bruce blinked once.

" I still want to do a DNA test, just to make sure. " Bruce announced and Ra's scoffed.

" I think I can recognize my wife's photo from the news? Do you want me to give you her full name to prove it? " Ra's asked and everyone could sense a certain level of hostility.

Bruce stayed quiet for a moment, before he asked his last question. " You really loved Natalia, didn't you? "

Ra's didn't seem to give out a reaction, but his eyes betrayed him. He loved Natalia very much it seems. Maybe Ra's did know what love is.

" I want to meet Elias. " Ra's said and Alfred gripped his gun tighter.

" That won't happen any time soon. " Jason and Tim said together at the same time and Bruce nodded his head.

" Elias is scared of you Ra's. He knows who you are and what you did to Damian. " Bruce said and Ra's turned his head to look at Bruce.

" So I should be deprived of my son? My flesh and blood? My heir? " Ra's said and Alfred started glaring at Ra's.

" Elias doesn't want your legacy. " Tim said quickly and Ra's turned his head to look at Tim.

" I just want to meet him. If I went to court and proved paternity, he would have come to live with me, however, I don't want to be that type of person. " Ra's said and Jason's jaw clenched and Dick gripped Jason's shoulder, trying to calm him down.

" Here is what's going to happen. " Bruce said as he stood up, authority in his voice and posture. " I'll do a DNA test to make sure you are his father. If it is confirmed, I'll tell him and will let you know. And it will be up to Elias if he wants to meet you. I won't force him and neither will you. Do any of that sort and Alfred will make sure you won't come back to life. " Bruce said as he started down Ra's, who refused to back down.

" You have my word that we won't intervene. The only thing I ask is that he knows. And I don't want him to be coached into not wanting to meet with me or Talia. " Ra's stated as he stood up, walking towards Bruce.

The two shook hands, sealing that deal.

" You have my word Ra's. " Bruce said and the boys all glanced at one another.

How in God's name will they break this to Elias?

[matsuyorific]

I don’t want to sound rude. But your ignorance towards Marinette’s actions in Sublimation were kinda a red flag. Especially how Marinette kept following Sublime. And you know what Marinette needs to learn? That not everyone is going to want to be her friend! Or even want anything to do with her! If she doesn’t learn boundaries and learning some others don’t want to be her friend. Well I guess we know what kind of person Marinette is. Now don’t we?

I find it funny that you seem so confident that I'm toxic just because I refuse to burn Marinette at the stake, yet you hide behind your anon mask. Instead of just commenting on my video like a normal person and having a respectful discussion, you decided to come over to Tumblr where you could attack me without consequence.

Context matters. Marinette is not some evil monster hell bent on destroying the world. She's a young girl who's still learning about herself, relationships, and the world. She's recognized that, and knows she needs to do better, but lacks the guidance to help her. Her parents are constantly underestimating the severity of her problems. Her school punishes her for standing up for herself, because they know Chloe will get them fired if they don't.

I agree that she needs to learn better boundaries, but treating her like some evil mastermind because she lacks the tools needed is going too far. The majority of the same people I see attacking Marinette are the same people crying out for Chloe to have a redemption arc. So you're telling me that the racist narcissist who threatens people's livelihoods on the regular is more redeemable than a trauma victim who can't regulate her feelings well? And I'm not just talking about Kim either. I'm talking about the 4 years of bullying and harassment we've known she's endured from Chloe since season 1. That wasn't a retcon to "make you like Marinette and hate Chloe." It was established in Origins when Sabine comments that this would be the 4th year in a row that Chloe would be in Marinette's class. We've known Chloe was like this from the begining, but the same people quick to throw Marinette under the bus are the same ones who forgot that as soon as they found out Chloe had an abusive parent.

I've always been one to call Marinette out when she needs to be called out. Heck, my most popular video by far is me calling out her stalker-like behaviors, with my 3rd most popular video discussing why such portrayal can be dangerous for kids. But part of fair criticism is being just that. Fair. Everything isn't all black and white, and part of being a critic is acknowledging the good with the bad. If you hate Marinette and the writing that much, then why are you still watching the show?

But I know your type very well. Nothing I have to say will make you think different. Nothing will force you to look at yourself to figure out why you're so obsessed with hating a fictional character, and anyone who doesn't hate her as much as you do. That is a question only you can answer, and the only way you'll find that answer is if you yourself are the one asking that question.

Nobody is perfect. Not me. Not Marinette. And certainly not you. Please speak to a therapist, because Marinette isn't the only one who needs to work towards self improvement.

[dark-elf-writes]

Master of death Harry at UA who accidentally summons Oboro’s ghost and doesn’t get why Shota and Hizashi are crying but doesn’t say anything as they cry

I read this as MoD Harry as a student doing this which makes this funnier and also more heartbreaking.

Like Harry leaving after the battle and needing to do something different, something that doesn’t involve a castle of ghosts and the memory of blood on his hands and screams in his ears, he ends up, through a letter sent to him at exactly the right moment courtesy of Nezu (and how he managed to get a letter delivered to an unplayable address Harry isn’t sure he wants to know), as the oldest member of 1-A.

He doesn’t really know what to claim as a quirk because his magic is fucked and telling people is illegal but then he summons a ghost (the previous tenant of his apartment who had a heart attack and Merlin he is going to have words with his realtor) literally the night before and decides “Necromancer” is close enough. Besides the dead flock to him now (had they always?) whether he wants them to or not, it’s only fair that he gets something out of it other than a terrible sleep schedule and the world’s first anti-ghost ward outside his bathroom.

And UA has no shortage of ghosts. Students, alumni, and former teachers alike follow Harry’s every step from the moment he enters the gates a day before everyone else (for a meeting with his new teachers to “see where he places due to his unique circumstances” which sounded like kind way to say “we know you have a year four education in non magical subjects”) but one in particular shoos the others away with a smile and whisper of… something herding them off. He doesn’t fully manifest, invisible to everyone but Harry, as he follows his steps.

“Hey, kid, you’re the transfer right?”

If Harry was less used to ghosts he would be a little offended about being called “kid” by someone who looked the same age as him, but Ghosts were frozen as how they were when they died. For better or worse.

At least when around Harry they didn’t show their death wounds. Instead appearing whole and unblemished.

The meeting room was full when Harry entered, the ghost at his shoulder, and he fought the urge to check for exits. He didn’t need a window to get away with his magic, didn’t think any of the people here were strong enough to stop him if he wanted to leave, quirks or no, not since he had collected the hallows and everything changed.

“Er, hello.”

Well, maybe not everything changed.

Several of the teachers smile, one with the most ridiculous hairstyle he has ever seen beaming particularly brightly, but it was Nezu that drew his eye.

Nezu who smiled at him and gestured to where a steaming cup of tea waited at the empty space on the table. “Potter-kun. How lovely it is to meet you in person.”

Harry had barely made it to table when he felt the familiar yank of his power slipping the leash — less common now but always at the worst moments — and a moment later the ghost still following him gasped as color flooded him.

Huh. His hair was blue. Teddy would like that.

The blond teacher stood so quickly their chair flipped behind them followed by two others wide eyed and disbelieving as they stared at the ghost. The ghost who watched them with eyes just as wide, wiggling his fingers and gasping when their eyes followed the movement.

“You can see me?!”

Harry froze, not daring to breathe. Fuck this was bad, but the question was how bad.

Then one of the teachers, the woman who Harry was very careful to not look below her shoulders, sobbed.

Right… this was… not a great way to start a new school. “Traumatize your professors” was usually a term four activity for him not before school had officially started. Still it couldn’t hurt to let them talk for a while. He could always send the ghost away if things went south… probably… maybe… eventually.

Harry sank into his seat and drained his tea in one long swallow. This was going to be along day.

[navree]

ik you haven't been watching season 2 but i think they gave tb some actually intresting conflicts! baela having a messy relationship with her dad, rhaena being sent of to care for kids at 17-19? and rhaenyra being constantly undeminded by her council (not couting the strong boys i think the writers forget they exist)

Baela absolutely should have a messy relationship with her dad, given the behavior we've seen from Daemon as a father specifically (ignoring Rhaena for not having a dragon, sending Baela to live on Driftmark for ten years so he can prioritize his full-blooded Targaryen children, completely disregarding both of his daughters after the death of their mother and being utterly unsupportive and rushing to marry someone else who he had sex with the day of Laena's funeral). So that's something I hope they'd do more with, though I doubt it considering that Daemon is at Harrenhal now and is gonna spend the rest of the season being tortured by Alys, hell yeah. I'm leery on Rhaena's arc because, as I've mentioned before, it seems like they're gearing up to just give her Nettles's storyline, which is such an atrocious writing decision that it beggars belief, but there is something interesting in her feeling underappreciated.

And one thing I've found interesting, if they're doing it intentionally, is something I've seen other people talk about, which is a certain selfish disregard Rhaenyra has when it comes to her stepdaughters. She doesn't want Jace patrolling on Vermax because of what happened to Luke and wanting to protect him, but she has no problem having Baela patrol on Moondancer, and there is Something to the fact that she orders this after she learns that Daemon has done something that's significantly weakened her position and had a big fight with him about it. She can't entirely punish him, so she's taking it out on his daughter instead. Rhaenyra wants her sons to be safe, so she sends them to safety and then kinda tacks on Rhaena at the end to essentially just play nursemaid, separated from her remaining family (and the seat she or her sister should be entitled to inherit but can't because Rhaenyra propped up obvious non-Velaryon bastards as the rightful inheritors and essentially stole it from them) and literally told to mother these three very young kids. That's kind of a shitty thing to do, and speaks further to a disregard Rhaenyra has for Rhaena and Baela. It might not be intentional on her part, but it's there, and I think it's an interesting tract for both her character and for their's as well.

Rhaenyra being undermined by her council and consistently questioned is part of a larger trend we've seen in her writing since season 1, so I'm not surprised it's still there. Even after she was made heir, she still wasn't taken seriously as a political player, as seen when she tries to make a suggestion during council in 1x02 but almost everyone ignores her and Viserys still wants her to be his fucking cupbearer as if she's not going to be the sovereign of the Seven Kingdoms after him and might need to learn how to participate in the political process. And with the show's insistence on attempting to portray the insidiousness of the patriarchy and misogyny within political systems, especially as it surrounds female leaders, it makes sense to carry that on in Rhaenyra's queenship. She's the queen, yeah, but she's still a woman, so lesser qualified men of lower rank still think they can talk over her and be the ultimate authority. It's what we see with Daemon in 1x10, he ignores Rhaenyra during her miscarriage to plot a war council as if he's the deciding voice here, and when Rhaenyra defies his wishes, he puts his hands on her, because she's his wife and he doesn't think she should be able to do that, ignoring that she's the monarch and is not only allowed to disagree with a subject, but by the rules of her world could literally have him killed for physically attacking her. Do I think it's a message the show is writing particularly well? No, not really, but that's because this show just has a lot of writing failures that are becoming glaringly obvious as it goes on, but it is consistent theming from them.

Meanwhile Jace I think is just there to look pretty, and honestly can someone tell me if Corlys has a plotline at all? Is he doing anything?

[rainbow18]

Sonic and the Fox Bullies.

Aka. Why Nine refused to listen to Sonic until the finale. Since fans don’t understand him. Just like Sonic’s implied to be comparing Nine to Eggman, Nine’s been doing the same thing with Sonic and the bullies.

Fighting little kids 4 vs 1.

Back in Grim Tidings, instead of dealing with Nine by himself, he came with Shadow. Please note. At this time, Sonic didn’t know that Nine made robots. One Robot came out and Nine told Sonic that he would be fighting on his own, 1 vs 1. Sonic is sad, even though in Nine’s eyes, he has no reason to be since how is that not a fair fight? Then he gladly allows Shadow to help him and they easily win because it was now 2 vs 1.

In Dome Sweet Dome, Sonic arrived in New Yoke with the intention of asking the Rebels to help him with Nine. Nine told Sonic he was alone, and when everyone came to help him, Sonic replied with “What’s that you said about me being alone” and he was fine with the Chaos Council helping him despite all of the terrible things they did.

Later, Sonic teamed up with everyone and Nine believes that Sonic sent everyone to attack. (Sonic unfortunately wasn’t helping his case.) At this point in time, there were no duplicates of the robots. So it was everyone in all of the shatterspaces, plus Sonic vs 1 Nine and 1 of each of Nine’s alpha grim robots. Sonic even pointed out that Nine was outnumbered. (Which ended up backfiring because Nine decided to teach/remind Sonic and his allies what it’s like to be outnumbered.)

Has anyone wondered why Nine calmed down when everyone came to the citadel. It’s because for the first time, Sonic was fine dealing with Nine by himself, Sonic didn’t allow anyone to help him or hurt Nine and he doesn’t taunt Nine about how he received help.

It’s Over Nine!

The Fox bullies often were mean to Nine for having more than one tail, which is something that he had no control over.

Sonic was mad at Nine for 1. Claiming ownership of the Prism, even though Nine has just as much, if not, more, legal claim over It as he does. 2. Sending the robot, and 3. Destroying Ghost Hill.

Thing is, Nine technically has more legal claim over the Prism than Sonic does. If Sonic’s going to call Nine a Thief, he has to also acknowledge that he’s the one who taught Nine that stealing is okay or at least allowed Nine to believe it and that he’s also a thief. Remember Nine found the Grim’s shard on his own and the Red shard literally created Nine. Sonic was never given permission to use the shards for anything. Additionally they both took the shards from the Chaos Council.

Also Nine believes that Sonic meant that his plan was to fix the Prism in the Grim.

In Grim Tidings, Sonic arrived in the Grim with the full intention of stealing the Prism and beating Nine up if Nine doesn’t agree to his demands. Remember Nine doesn’t know Ghost Hill broke. As far as Nine’s aware, as soon as he fixes The Grim, Ghost Hill would also be fixed. Remember Nine’s exact words were that after he takes Sonic’s energy, He will have the power to Fix everything.

Later Nine believes Sonic’s deal with him was a trick to get him to lower his guard while everyone else invades the Grim and attacks him. Before that, Nine only targeted others because in Nine’s eyes, Sonic was making it difficult to go after him directly and without endangering anyone else.

Yet Sonic would more than once, say “It’s Over Nine!” Despite how in Nine’s eyes, Sonic’s the one who seemingly starts nearly every single fight.

While Nine did speed up the decaying it was an accident and Nine only went along with the destruction because he saw no reason why he shouldn’t since in Nine’s eyes, every time he does something nice, Sonic takes advantage of his kindness.

[zombieslab]

okay so the short version is it was 2021 and we were dream smp fans. which isnt Actually why it fell apart but it should give you a pretty good idea of the kind of people we were. the long (and i mean LONG im the yappertron 3000) version is under the cut. brace yourselves

disclaimer 1: while its pretty much impossible for any of the people im talking about to find this and if they somehow do they will immediately recognise im talking about them i still dont feel comfortable calling them by their actual names so initials it is

disclaimer 2: almost everyone involved in this was a kid at the time and i dont actually hate any of them. we were all being dumb on the internet and i hope theyre all doing great right now. the youngest people on the server were me and another 13 year old and the oldest person was 17. there was only one adult involved which. trust me we will get to. but most people were like 14-15 we were just stupid kids and it was all very unserious

disclaimer 3: this isnt really a disclaimer but i do need to mention that almost all of this was happening on a social media that you probably have never heard of because no one really uses it outside of the country im from. i think its kind of similar to facebook but ive never used facebook so idk

ANYWAY let me set the scene. its june 2021. im 13 about to turn 14 later that summer. about 4 months ago i started watching the dream smp and i am still completely obsessed with it. i also just finished my first year being homeschooled (i was homeschooled for two years in total and it sucked) which caused me to drift apart from what little friends i had. i have basically zero social skills and an incredibly bad anxiety disorder like to the point where even the idea of talking to someone who isnt my mom or sister sent me into a panic attack. i was Struggling and talking to people online wasnt any easier

with that in mind i opened the unnamed social media platform i mentioned earlier and decided to risk it and joined a public group chat for dream smp fans. i had done it a few times before with different fandoms but never really talked in any of them because as i said i was really struggling with my anxiety at the time and i had no reason to think it would be any different this time. but it was! im still not sure why but i actually had a really good time chatting with the people in that gc

at some point in the conversation someone jokingly suggested we should make our own server with lore like the dsmp. we all laughed but then one guy which we'll call s said Hey! thats a good idea! lets do that! fun fact im the one who suggested the name gay gay homosexual gay smp. i dont remember what compelled me to do that but everyone thought it was really funny

the next morning i woke up to find i had been added to another group chat. since it all started in a random gc for dsmp fans we figured we should make a separate one for the server so as to not annoy everyone else. the server was launched and we were having fun! notable people on the server at that point were s (he/they), t (she/her), j (he/they), g (he/him), l (she/her), p (he/him), and r (she/they). and me ❤️

for a while we were just kind of having fun playing on the server. s and j adopted me as their kid because i was the youngest person on the server (they were both like a few months older than me). lore was also slowly being written. out plan wasnt to roleplay and improvise as you would probably expect on a minecradt server instead we wanted to first write down the lore and then act it out because. reasons? im still not sure why we did that i wasnt really involved in the lore aside from being vaguely allied with the unit. the unit was a team consisting of s, t, k (another member who was invited to the server about a week after the start) & j. This Will Be Important Later

okay so remember how i said there was only one adult ever involved in this.. so that was. the weirdest part of all of this. i still have no fucking clue what any of that was but its one of my favourite stories to tell because its really funny in hindsight

so about two or three weeks into the server r sends us a screenshot of some random guy named n asking her if he can join our server. r asks us if any of us has said anything about the server publicly because we had all agreed prior that we wouldnt do that since we didnt want to add any new members that none of us knew personally. n wasnt in the original gc that the server spawned from. no one on the server has any idea who the fuck this guy is but everyone is really curious what his deal is so we decide to add him to talk

important note: we add him to the server gc but not to the original dsmp fan gc which we use to talk about him behind his back. cant imagine how confusing it must have been for the normal people there who knew nothing about our server and just wanted to talk about the dsmp

anyway we're talking to n and he is giving everyone really bad vibes. nothing specific just Vibes. he logs onto the server because at that point we didnt have a whitelist and the ip was just in the pinned message. everyone gets scared shitless because of n's Bad Vibes. a lot of people say they cant log on right now so i. the worst pvper of all time. who cannot hold a conversation to save their life. heroically log on to the server where n and s are arguing in the chat about nothing in particular. r messages me asking me to hide her chickens so i do that even though i dont think n was going to do anything to them. instead he continues being vaguely unpleasant in the chat for which s (who is the server admin) bans him

but n is still in the gc! so he gets really nad at us there but quickly gets banned from there too. g is kind of upset because hes the only one who liked n for some reason and l is upset because shes a very nice person and feels it was unfair to kick him out like that but otherwise we decide to move on. until later that evening when g announces he has been dming with n and now officially hates him

we ask g to elaborate to which he just shows us their dms which are. fucking weird. not the kind of weird that you might imagine but just like. very strange? the main thing i remember is that n sent g a lot of voice messages where he whispers a bunch of incoherent bullshit about fucking. quantum immortality and being a trojan horse and how he will come back and we'll regret banning him??? we all say wow what a fucking weirdo and move on with our lives

the next day n logs onto the server from a different account because he still knows the ip. s quickly bans him and changes the ip. a few hours later everyone loses their shit because when we try to log on it shows an error message and we start getting paranoid that n might have done something. s isnt responding to dms. jesus christ

a few hours of panic later s finally goes online and says he turn on the whitelist and forgot to actually put us in it 👍 but its all good now and n will never ever bother us ever again! yay!

another important note: most of us were broke and didnt actually have licensed minecraft so we were all pirating it. minecraft is one of the basolute easiest games to pirate and the only real downsides are that 1. you cant log onto servers that dont specifically allow pirated accounts (which is most servers) and 2. anyone could theoretically log onto any server on your account if they know your username. im sure you can see where this is going

l logs onto the server and starts acting very weirdly and then dies. yea it was n using her account. then he uses a few more people's accounts. everyone starts panicking and everyone who can log on immediately does so n cant use their account. he keeps saying vert cringey movie villain type shit in the chat. what the fuck is going on. g dms him and somehow convinces him to calm down? he didnt show us their dms this time so idk. point is n finally fucks off. For The Time Being

somewhere around this point the one singular stream happened and it wasnt actually that special s just kinda ran around the server and we were all goofing around in the chat it was fun all of the future drama happened off-stream

act 2. j goes insane

ok this part will be short because not much actually happened but basically every time we would try to add a new member j would have a meltdown and leave the gc and we would all have to beg him to return and they wouldnt return until we removed the new member. idk what that was about but its important for future stuff mostly because it created a lot and i mean A Lot of tension. especially between j and the rest of the unit who all really wanted the server to grow. the only new member we managed to add was z (they/them. they were constantly getting misgendered i think there were like 2 or 3 people including me on the entire server who consistently gendered them correctly and stood up for them when other people misgendered them. it sucked)

anyway that tension combined with the lore writing process led j to leave the unit and divorce s as they were married on the server. even in minecraft i am a child of divorce. we actually had some pretty cool lore by the end of it but thats not the point the point is that j joined a different team with g and p

g was a deeply unpleasant person like i still dont hate him and i know he was like 14 or 15 at the time and god knows i wasnt any less annoying at 15 but still. i really didnt like him. and he really didnt like me and the unit. this guy had a big problem with drawing a line between roleplay and real life friendships all of us did but he was the worst offender

i dont want to get too deep into this part because its just really annoying but basically. we found a pink sheep on the server and were all really happy and brought it to spawn and then someone killed it and we had a whole investigation and no one fessed up. then someone killed g's villagers and things got even more tense and it turned out it was probably s. we never found out for sure but it was probably him. s g and j's team never had a name as far as i know but their rivalry with the unit was getting worse and worse

then was the pickle war which was actually pretty fun. i dont remember the details unfortunately but it was really funny. many memes were made. 90% of all memes on the server were made by me and at some point i was officially declared the minister of memes of the gghgsmp. im telling you this because even though things are about to get ugly i did really have a lot of fun on the server and i still have a lot of fond memories of it and im forever left with the itch to have another smp with my friends though i havent had the chance to do something like that yet

anyway Before we get to how the server imploded and what happened after we need to talk about n again. this will be short because i missed most of what happened but basically as far as i know he messaged s on discord and they had a fucking. debate or something idk it lasted a few hours and was very frustrating to listen to. and im telling you This because n said he was doing this because he wanted to leave a mark in our server's history or something like that which is just really funny to me. this random ass guy that we all hated was obsessed with our smp that had one stream ever and we still dont even know how he found out about us

anyway Act 3. the grand finale. prepare for the stupidest fucking thing that i have ever had to take part in

it all started with gartic phone. me, r, and the unit were in a discord call playing gartic. at some point one of us i dont remember who had to leave and t decided we needed more people so she said so in the group chat. she wrote something along the lines of "play gartic with us or i'll eat you" some like threat that was very obviously a joke. and then ????? something happened and for some reason j and g got really mad at her and then the rest of the server got roped into it and it was. not pretty. it was a huge fight where they brought up shit that happened on the server Even though we had all agreed in like the first day of the server to never bring things that happen in minecraft into personal relationships. it ended with s getting frustrated and leaving the gc and then k and t also leaving in solidarity with him and me crying because everything was falling apart and these people were the only friends i had and if s was leaving then it was really serious because he was the most committed to the server out of anyone. and g and j didnt leave even though they would do that all the time when something didnt go their way and it felt like they had won and i really didnt like them especially after that. it really wasnt that serious but it hit me hard because i was 13 and very lonely and at one of the worst points for my mental health in my entire life

anyway that was on july 31st and that was the day the gghgsmp officially died. but! the next day i once again woke up to find out i had been added to a new group chat. s and t were going to create a new server without g and j with everyone who loved our server and wanted to see it grow instead of having to deal with j's meltdown every time we wanted to add someone new. they called it the new breath smp and i cried a lot. when they created the new server i was the second person to log on right after s himself because of how excited i was

pretty soon we found out g and j also made their own separate server which i dont remember the name of but that whole thing was so fucking funny it sounds like a tumblr fake story where everything goes so comically badly for the person that wronged you but i swear its true. the reason i know about what happened is because r pretended she wanted to join their server but was actually a double agent for the nbsmp. this minecraft smp shit gets serious

g and j pulled everyone from the gghgsmp who supported them which actually wasnt that many people. then they started inviting people from the original dsmp fan gc. and Then they were so desperate for members that they added. can you guess who. can you fucking guess who. n. they added n even though j hated him more than anyone else on the gghgsmp. they added him even though its. its fucking n. its that guy

i think later there was some drama on their server because g and j were abusing their admin privileges and everyone got mad at them and left and then they got into a big fight and cut all contact and last i heard they still hated each other. so thats wonderful

but Before that happened something Even Funnier happened. one evening i suddenly received a notification that i had been added to a group chat. by g. i check who else is in the gc. it j and also everyone from the nbsmp Except for s, t & k. you know. the unit. i wasnt technically a member i was just allied with them so i guess they were fine with adding me

anyway when we asked them what they wanted from us they started telling us how the unit is evil and manipulating us and s and t are abusing admin privileges (oh how the turns have tabled. or will table later i guess) and you know what they gave us as proof? brace yourself

the wither had only been fought once on the gghgsmp. the ones that fought him were s and t and it was known that there were no more wither skulls on the server. g and j claimed that the unit had cheated in more wither skulls Because. and i shit you not. there was more than one wither rose left. they thought the wither drops a wither rose when it DIES

as soon as that conversation ended i sent every single message that was sent in the gc to t and we laughed. a lot. it was the funniest thing ever made even better by the fact that their own server later fell apart because They were abusing admin privileges

anyway the nbsmp was fine. the school year started a month after it was created and i really tried to stay active but a lot of people couldnt really log on anymore and then my computer broke. we stayed in touch for a while but somewhere in early 2022 we gradually drifted apart. the last real interaction i had with them was when we watched claus in a discord call on new year's eve and we were having fun until l invited g and it was very awkward and unpleasant

later that year i deleted my account on that unnamed social media and about a year later my twitter account where i was mutuals with s and r got suspended and i never followed them on my new account. which also got suspended like 4 months later idk what that was about

anyway i had a lot of. well not trauma but very complicated feelings about all of that. mostly i just really missed having friends like that but had a bad aftertaste after the way it ended and it kind of killed my interest in mcyt for about 2 years but now its back and stronger than ever and i still really miss being on a server but im fine now 👍 the only thing i regret is that because of my anxiety and other issues i didnt talk to them as much as i wanted to. oh how much fun i wouldve had playing gartic and other stuff if discord calls didnt give me panic attacks back then. it sucked but it was cool while it lasted and gave me a few funny stories to tell people. shoutout to n my man if youre out there i just want to talk why the fuck are you like this

☝️ sorry for getting sappy there i dont think ive ever actually sat down and explained everything that happened to anyone and it beought back a lot of weird feelings. idk man it took me a few years but i think im fully recovered now. it was very very funny we were all so fucking stupid for all of that. like i dont think i did it justice by explaining it because its genuinely the funniest thing ever you will never understand it just by reading a tumblr post. also if there are typos in this then you'll just have to deal with that i guess because im not rereading this fucking monster of a post im tired

have i ever told you guys about the time i was one of the founding members of a server called the gghgsmp (gay gay homosexual gay smp) on which we had one (1) stream ever and it fell apart horribly not even two months after it was created and everyone who was active on the server still hates each other almost 4 years later and it was the most fun ive ever had in my life

[guardmagicskull]

Woah boy Anon you have no idea what you've just done

Basically the first change is that Zeus is actually a good caring God who wants to protect and help people, and that ended up having consequences for pretty much all other characters.

Zeus takes the form of a teacher at Harvey's University after he's had his accident, getting him the support he needs and harshly punishing those who bully him. Harvey with his help doesn't become bitter and vengeful, instead insisting that he's going to prove everyone wrong by doing good for the world through science and robotics.

Zeus turns into first mate onboard an honest merchant ship and convinces the captain to let Crawfish (who's just a kid at the time) becomes a junior officer. He very quickly proves his skill with ships, rises through the ranks, and eventually when the old captain retires Crawfish is given command of the ship instead. When his home port begins to struggle financially, he uses the ship to bring them supplies

Zeus makes himself curator of an art museum, and makes sure to catch Widow on her very first heist. Instead of turning her in, he encourages her to keep improving her art instead of stealing it from others, and also suggests that if she's good enough to sneak past all that security she could have a future as a crimefighter. She takes him up on it, and with his guidance becomes a secret agent using her public persona as a famous artist as cover.

But Mordred is the one things change the most drastically for.

Mordred's childhood going by King Arthur myths was really not good: His father is King Arthur (making Mordred kind of a prince actually!), and there's a prophecy that Mordred will grow up to overthrow him and destroy the kingdom. Arthur wants to stop that from happening but doesn't know which child is Mordred, only that he'll be born on May 1. So he finds all children born on that day and sends them out onto the sea to drown, where Mordred is the only survivor.

In my normal idea of the world, I'd imagine this is when he washes up on the shores of Astroknights where he later finds out the truth and tries to become king as it's "his right".

In the Hero AU Zeus instead decides to intervene because this whole situation is messed up. He takes baby Mordred to Astroknights himself and gives him to the King and Queen. They're horrified that another king would do something like that to his own child, and adopt Mordred as their own. He grows up as a prince, and becomes a brave and honourable knight.

He sees Elyana as his little sister and they're very close. But as they grow up, people start to pay less and less attention to Elyana in favour of Mordred since he's the oldest child and the one who will become ruler. He also begins to spend less and less time with her as he's busy learning how to be king. She's alone and upset, feeling like everyone has abandoned her.

She begins to resent Mordred for having "abandoned her just like everyone else", and angry that he "stole the throne" from her. Eventually after they get into a huge fight she escapes into space.

Everyone assumes Elyana died in space, and Mordred is absolutely heartbroken feeling like all of it is his fault. The cult pops up believing she actually survived, and Mordred joins them because he's desperate to find Elyana and being her back home safely. Instead when he manages to contact her she attacks the kingdom and takes him away because "if you're gone I can be queen".

The player rescues Mordred, and Astroknights mostly plays out the same. Except despite everything he still cares for her, and when the portal is about to close leaving her stranded in space he tries to turn back for her at the last second.

He has an arm and half his face in the portal when it closes on him. He turns himself into a cyborg to survive.

Following all of that, he doesn't want anything more to do with the kingdom. He's extremely upset and just wants to run away from all of it. He gets into a tiny boat and lets it carry him off into the sea not even knowing if he'll survive or not. He drifts close enough to the "modern islands" to be rescued.

Black widow is an agent, so she becomes involved in figuring out what the heck happened to this medieval robot man they found adrift at sea.

Harvey is one of the best scientists, so she gets him involved too because he's pretty much the only one who can figure out how to repair Mordred's robotics while he's in the hospital.

Crawfish had a similar situation to Mordred of sailing too far from home and being picked up by modern people, so he gets called in because he's pretty much the only one who can fully empathise with being lost in this strange new world.

Mordred's bad situation brings the four of them together, and they decide to stick together as heroes defending Poptropica.

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Mechakoopa

Debut: Super Mario World

So a very polite anon has humbly requested we write a post about Mechakoopa! They are apparently this person's favorite, so today's their lucky day! See I don't like to brag but, I'd definitely consider myself as part of the top 100 most qualified people to talk about Mechakoopas in the world! And who am I to turn down such a request?

Now the 90s you see, were a turning point for good Mr. Bowser here. With a brand new clown-helicopter thing to pilot around you might think he's all set, but what kind of self-respecting villain would he be without filling his evil lair with a number of Evil Wind-up Toys based on himself? So he does exactly that- a whole fourteen years before Mario stole his idea, mind you!

Yes, you read that right! Despite their name, Mechakoopas are tiny mechanical versions of Big Bowser himself, not just any run of the mill Koopa, which explains their green heads and funky hair! You know how Koopa is actually Bowser's Japanese name? Yeah! They could've localized them as Mecha-Bowsers, but Mechakoopa just flows nicer doesn't it? And he is still technically a Koopa!

"Yo, somebody rang?"

No!! Not you, Mecha-Bowser from Super Mario Sunshine (2002)!! You'll get your turn eventually! Geez! Anyway. Where was I. Oh! Yes!

This is the obligatory part of the post where I'm like “Get a load of this funky guy”! Get a load of this funky guy! Instead of reinterpreting Bowser’s design very literally in toy form, the Mechakoopa is very much its own beast, with its funny beak and little funny legs. Our aforementioned anon mentioned the wind-up key, and oh, what a wind-up key it is! And of course the raisin d’eclair- the fantastic little googly eyes! Oh where would we be without those googly eyes?

Naturally though, Bowser doesn’t just use his toys to populate his spooky castle- he always has to keep a few on his person! So he chucks them at you in the game’s final boss fight, but he didn’t account for the fact that, in this game only, Mario can throw upwards! Oh no! His one weakness! Being pelted with plastic!

By the by, I’ve always thought the original Mechakoopa sprite from Super Mario World looked super funky! The hair almost looks like its on fire! And I like the goofy grin. 

The Super Mario World cartoon decided to interpret this sprite by turning him into a horrible little man. No, I don’t want this! He shouldn’t have arms!

The Mechakoopa’s next appearance in a mainline Mario platformer was in New Super Mario Bros. Wii, where they act... exactly the same as they do in Super Mario World! Cool! This basically established them as modern Mario enemies, but there isn’t much to say other than that!

Like all our posts about Common Mario Enemies, it would probably be boring if I just listed off their every appearance, so I will just bring up the ones that are worth mentioning. For example, Super Mario RPG! In this game, Bowser’s strongest special attack is Bowser Crush, which summons a giant Mechakoopa to stop on foes! According to the Player’s Guide, this Mechakoopa was a top secret weapon developed by Koopa researchers... to stomp flowers and scare butterflies! Wow! That is so so evil! These big guys would definitely live up to the name “Mecha-Bowser”! 

“Hey guys, are you talking about me?”

NO, we are NOT talking about you, Mecha Bowser (with no hyphen) from Mario Kart: Double Dash (2003)’s Bowser’s Castle course! Get the heck outta here! Gosh, some people just don’t know when they’re not wanted!

I am sure after all this you are wondering, they may be mechanical toys but can they do math? The answer is yes obviously! This is Mechakoopa from Mario Party Advance, and they’re a mathematician! They invented Mechakoopa’s Theorem, the very real mathematical theorem that we all used in school! Everyone give them a round of applause!

I’d like to bring up their appearances in the Mario & Luigi games, not because it’s particularly notable, but because of how much I like their sprite and idle animation! Look at the wind-up key spin around and the eyes go up and down! So cute! Oh, and also because in the Superstar Saga remake they replaced the Mecha-Chomp enemies (may god rest their souls)!

Super Mario Maker 2′s final update was an epic win and a #1 victory royale for Mechakoopa fans anywhere, since it not only added Mechakoopas to all four main game themes, but also two brand new variants: the Blasta Mechakoopa (in red) and the Zappa Mechakoopa (in blue)! 

As you might expect, they can Blast (missiles) and Zap (lasers) respectively! I’ve no idea why they added these random functionalities to Mechakoopas specifically, but they’re a lot of fun and some of the most unique projectiles in the game! Zappa? I barely know ‘a! 

Oh, and I almost forgot! They are in Super Smash Bros. as well! Bowser Jr.’s moveset is a treasure trove of little references to Mario gadgets, and even though Bowser no longer tosses these guys from his Clown Car, his son has taken up the job! Only in this game, Mechakoopas explode. Uh oh! They didn’t do that before! Still, I really like popping a Mechakoopa out of its Mechakoopa Compartment just to see it wander around the stage. It’s fun!

Now that’s all I have to say about good old Mechakoopas, but I’d like to give a special shoutout to this guy in particular- the Micro Mecha-Bowser, from Super Mario Galaxy! For a long time, I assumed they were just Mechakoopas with a different design... But this definitely looks like a beefed up version of the Mechakoopa, with their big goofy teeth, their pig nose and their funky cross-hair eyes! These dudes can breathe fire too, so they really are more like Bowser! And if there’s a Micro Mecha-Bowser, there’s gotta be a normal one!

“Whassup? I heard somebody call my name!”

Harumph! Nobody called you, Mecha-Bowser from Super Mario Galaxy (2007)’s Toy Time Ga- Er... hold on a second. You actually are exactly the person I was talking about after all! My mistake! Though I do wish you’d at least give us a heads up when you’re gonna show up, given you’re the size of a small planetoid!

Yeah, the Micro Mecha-Bowsers are named after this big robot from Toy Time Galaxy, Mecha-Bowser (not to be confused with Mecha-Bowser or Mecha Bowser)! Though I have to say, there isn’t much family resemblance! He’s so blue and un-turtle like! Still, this must’ve been my favorite mission in Galaxy as a kid- I’d replay it over and over again just because the idea of climbing on a giant planet-sized robot and dismantling it piece by piece was so cool! It was like Shadow of the Colossus before I knew what the heck that was!

Well that’s about the extent of the Mechakoopa family. Isn’t it fun? There’s a moral to be learned here, and it’s that, uh... little wind-up toys are very charming! Um, I suppose. Look, writing conclusions is hard! 

Mechakoopa

[shemarmooresfedora]

Sugary Sweet Apologies

Summary: You and Reid never really got along but when he saves your life, you decide to be the bigger person and thank him and hopefully start over. Unfortunately, it isn’t that easy.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content/Warnings: light to mild angst with fluffy ending, swearing, spencer reid being an annoying bitch, brief mentions of case stuff (if you watch cm, you should be fine)

A/N: this is for @willowrose99 ‘s 1 year anniversary on tumblr writing challenge!! congrats! i literally wrote and edited this whole thing in less than one day because i got so excited, anyways i hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1.8k

“Reid and Y/L/N, go to David Whitney’s house. He was the therapist of two of the three victims. He could have some insight into the victimology and know of any overlap between them. He has no criminal record of past aggressive behavior but we can’t rule him out as a suspect entirely,” Hotch stated.

“Hotch, you stuck me with her yesterday for the geographical profiling. Send Prentiss with her instead,” Spencer whined.

“I don’t mind going with Y/L/N. She is a great partner in the field,” Emily glared at Spencer.

“No. Reid, go with Y/L/N or be taken off this case. I’m a unit chief, not an elementary school teacher. I don’t have time for temper tantrums,” Hotch chided.

“Fine,” Spencer grumbled as you grabbed the keys to an SUV.

You don’t know what it was but ever since you started at the BAU four months ago, Spencer had never liked you which resulted in you disliking him as well. Everyone else on the team was super friendly and welcoming but Reid always was jabbing snarky remarks your way like “I don’t have time to explain it to you” or “This was in the FBI handbook. God, you need more training.”

Luckily, the others were quick to defend you. Once Garcia even heard him snip at you over the phone and as soon as you all got off the elevator after the case, Reid was being dragged by his ear into Garcia’s lair with him going “ow ow ow” behind her. So, you didn’t really pay much mind to him because you could deal with one annoying know-it-all to have such an amazing job with great coworkers minus the one.

“Look, I’m not happy about this either,” you said as you climbed into the driver’s side of the SUV, “But at least I’m not being a whiny bitch about it and being rude to the other person’s face.”

“Oh wow, I’m so sorry that I hurt your feelings,” Spencer mocked.

“Fuck you, Reid,” you shook your head.

-

David Whitney was on edge the second you arrived and showed him your badges. He was bouncing his leg up and down, he couldn’t sit still, and he kept avoiding eye contact.

He knew way too much about the other victim that wasn’t even one of his clients but you didn’t have anything solid on him. His house seemed very neat so you doubted he kept anything incriminating here. Organized offenders usually have a secondary location. So, you decided to push his buttons a little.

“I mean blitz attacks, leaving the bodies on the side of dirt roads,” you combed through the crime scene photos, “This guy was a real coward.”

Spencer picked up on what you were trying to do and his eyes widened, he was subtly shaking his head and mouthing “no”.

“Excuse me?” David asked.

“Well, I’m just saying a real man wouldn’t cower in the bushes and blindside a woman. He must not be very strong,” you stated, “He probably can’t even get it up.”

Before you even had time to react, David pulled out a switchblade knife from inside the couch cushions and put you in a chokehold, pressing the cool metal up to your throat. You closed your eyes tightly.

“David, you don’t have to do this,” Spencer stood with his gun pointed at you both.

“This bitch insulted me,” he snarled.

“She insults me too. That doesn’t make you any less of a man,” Spencer spoke carefully, “Just put the knife down and I’ll escort you out.”

David sighed, dropping the knife to the floor and releasing you.

Spencer put David in handcuffs and walked him outside as reinforcements came running in.

“Are you okay, Y/L/N?” Hotch asked.

“Yep, a little shaken up but fine. Thank you,” you stood.

“Let’s get you to the medics,” Morgan grabbed your arm to support you as you walked over to the ambulance.

Spencer never checked on you.

-

You knew your decision in the field was a little rash and you wanted to thank Spencer for essentially saving your life.

However, there was no way in hell you could verbally get out an apology while staring at his smug face, but you could bake. You settled on a note tucked inside a tupperware container of your Grandma’s special recipe of chocolate chip cookies. It was a good peace offering, maybe even a chance to start fresh.

During your lunch break, you took the tupperware from your desk drawer and approached the break room where Reid had entered about 5 minutes ago.

“I’m just saying I could not have been more clear in my message to her that it was too dangerous but of course, Y/L/N didn’t listen cause Y/L/N is going to do whatever she feels like,” Spencer stirred his coffee.

No one had noticed you standing in the doorway yet.

“Reid, you’ve got to be nicer to her. She earned her spot here just like the rest of us,” Emily defended you.

“Did she though? How much do we really know about her? She couldn’t even tell me how many pages the FBI protocol manual was,” Spencer said.

“That’s not a normal thing people know,” Morgan retorted.

“Well, I’m just saying the team was perfectly fine before her and it would probably be better off if she left,” Reid finished.

Garcia looked up from her yogurt to see you standing there, “Oh, Y/N”.

Spencer turned around in his chair as you angrily stormed up to him.

“Here’s your cookies, asshole,” you seethed, grabbing the note from inside and crumpling it up into a little ball and tossing it into the trash.

“Y/N!” Emily called after you but you were already gone.

The whole team glared at Spencer and picked up their lunches, leaving him alone at the table.

Spencer retrieved the balled up paper from the trash, having to fish through Rossi’s week old pasta and Anderson’s half eaten tuna fish sandwich.

Dear Reid,

Thank you for saving my life, I guess. These are my Grandma’s secret recipe for chocolate chip cookies so I hope you enjoy. I think we got off on the wrong foot and I would like to start over. I think cases would be a lot less miserable for everyone if we got along.

Thanks again,

Y/L/N

Spencer, you’re such an idiot, he thought to himself.

You never came back after your lunch break ended and Derek made Spencer go tell Hotch why it’s his fault you were missing the rest of the day.

He tried to call you multiple times but they always rang out before going to voicemail.

Spencer hesitantly knocked on Penelope’s door at the end of the day.

“Is she okay?” he asked softly.

“You don’t get to ask that as the person who hurt her in the first place. Also, she told me to tell you that don’t you dare go to her apartment to ‘check on her’. I’m headed over there myself actually,” Penelope collected her things and shut off her monitors.

“Will you at least tell her I’m really sorry?” Spencer followed her to the elevator.

“Absolutely not. I’m not doing any apologizing on your behalf,” Penelope huffed as the elevators shut.

-

You came in the next morning, keeping your head down. You grabbed a pen from your cup holder and the first folder on your stack before getting to work.

You were on the second page of the file when your clean, empty tupperware was placed in front of you plus another baking dish with aluminum foil over the top.

You glanced up to see Spencer guiltily looking down at you and you returned your eyes back to the file.

“I-I made you cinnamon rolls,” Spencer broke the silence.

“Are they poisoned?” you asked, not sparing him another glance.

“No, they’re not poisoned,” he assured you.

“I’m just saying how can I trust you as you have made it very apparent you would like me off this team.”

“I didn’t mean that,” Spencer was quick to reply.

“Then why the hell did you say it, Reid?” you slammed your pen down.

You grabbed your empty coffee mug and briskly walked to the break room but unfortunately, Spencer was right behind you.

“I didn’t eat any of your cookies by the way. Not that I didn’t want to but I felt like I didn’t deserve them so I handed them out to everyone else.”

“Oh how kind, taking credit for my work,” you tried to close the door in his face.

“I told them that they were from you,” Spencer insisted.

You rolled your eyes as Spencer grabbed the coffee pot before you could get to it, pouring your mug of coffee for you.

“What do you want from me, Reid?” you asked defeatedly.

“I want you to try a cinnamon roll and let me explain.”

“Fine but only because I didn’t have breakfast yet and I want to critique your baking skills,” you huffed, walking back to your desk.

Spencer gingerly placed one of the sticky frosting-coated rolls on a napkin and pushed it towards you. You tentatively bit into it. Damn it, it was actually delicious.

“It’s okay,” you understated.

You knew Spencer hardly ever used his kitchen let alone be up baking all night. He even chose a recipe that required more time and effort because the yeast dough would have to rise for a few hours.

“That’s good. The first batch didn’t come out as great...or the second,” he smiled softly.

“Well, the floor is all yours, Reid. Please explain to me why you talk shit about me to my co-workers when I’m in the other room,” you leaned back in your chair and crossed your arms.

Spencer muttered something incoherent.

“I have to hear the apology, you know,” you said, enjoying watching him uncomfortable.

“You’re intimidating to me because you’re intelligent, beautiful, and courageous. I think I was a little jealous that my spotlight as the ‘kid’ of the BAU was coming to an end so I said some harsh, completely untrue things and I’m sincerely sorry.”

“Oh my god,” you smirked, “Hotch was right, you are an elementary school kid.”

“In what way?” he curiously asked.

“You like me like like like me. You don’t know how to talk to the girl so you pull her pigtails on the playground,” you giggled.

“I take it back. You’re a horrible profiler,” Spencer was getting up from his seat, completely flustered.

“Awww,” you were laughing at Spencer’s bright red face as he went to go to the break room to fill his coffee mug.

When he got back to his desk, a sticky note was placed front and center.

In typical elementary school fashion…

Will you go get coffee with me?

Check:

Yes

or

No

Spencer smiled before picking up his pen and checking one of the boxes, crumpling the sticky note up into a ball and throwing it over to your desk.

“Good choice. See you Saturday at 9 at the cafe down the street,” you grinned.

“It’s a date,” he smiled.

[doeeyeseddie]

i’ll make the moon shine just for your view

this is not a 5+1 fic, but it IS a fic about 5 times buck and eddie find comfort in each other. but mainly, it’s a birthday gift for @seacoloredeyes, happy birthday manon!!! i love you and i hope you love this 🥰❤️

Some calls are harder than others, and this one was particularly gutting - a car crash with multiple fatalities, some DOA but some not yet. Eddie will never get used to losing someone on a call, to doing everything you can and it still not being enough. They’re silent on the ride back to the station, the mood in the Engine subdued. Eddie stares out of the window and wishes the end of the shift was closer, so he could go home and hug Christopher. It’s the only thing that helps him feel better after a call like this, he thinks - but then Buck’s knee nudges against his and Eddie exhales. He nudges back until their legs are pressed together from hip to ankle and gives Buck a half smile. Buck’s gonna suggest they call Chris when they’re back at the station, and they’ll do it together, letting Christopher’s laugh push away the images in their minds for a while. It’ll be enough to tide Eddie over until morning, and he feels gratitude for Buck wash over him, gratitude to be understood, to be known like that. He leans over until their shoulders press together too, and feels a little lighter.

~

Buck winces when he goes to dry his face and the towel rubs against the swollen skin around his eye. That’s gonna bruise like hell, and it’ll look like he got into a fistfight. He finishes drying off and dresses in his uniform pants and t-shirt, then pulls the zip-up hoodie on on top because it’s warm and soft and doesn’t hurt when he puts it on, so it at least doesn’t make him feel worse, though it doesn’t do much to improve his mood either.

When he gets upstairs to the loft, it’s dim and quiet, so everyone must be in the bunk room. Buck doesn’t feel like lying down, not with the way the skin around his eye is throbbing, so he heads for the kitchen instead, planning to look for something to cool the bruise with.

“How’s your face?” a familiar voice asks behind him, and Buck only just manages not to jump.

“Jesus, man, you can’t sneak up on me like that, especially not on Halloween.”

Eddie laughs. “Were you hit in the face or the ear? I wasn’t quiet on the stairs.”

Buck rolls his eyes at him but even that hurts, so he winces again. Eddie’s face immediately flashes with concern.

“Did you put ice on it?”

“I was just gonna get that,” Buck says, but Eddie’s already rummaging through the freezer for an ice pack.

He pulls one out, wraps a clean towel around it and steps up to Buck, pressing the cool package to his face gently. “Hold that and sit down,” he says, “I’m gonna get the pain relief cream.”

Buck bites down on his smile and takes a seat at the table, sighing at the relief the ice pack brings. Eddie returns with a tube of pain cream and sits down next to him, eyes intense on Buck’s face in a way that makes him equal parts want to squirm away and lean in closer.

“I’m fine, Eddie. It’s just a little bruise.”

Eddie hums. “Let’s put this on it anyway, it looks like it hurts.”

It does hurt, and Buck can’t refuse Eddie anything, so he lowers the ice pack and sets it down on the table.

The legs of the chair Eddie was sitting on scrape across the floor as he pulls it out of the way and steps in between Buck’s legs. Buck stops breathing for a second and then forces himself to continue so Eddie won’t notice. He’s just doing this to put cream on Buck’s bruise. He cares, but he cares as a best friend. Buck can’t make this weird just because he recently discovered he may want to kiss said best friend.

Eddie cups his good cheek with one hand to tilt Buck’s head slightly, and starts applying the cream with the other hand, fingers soft and careful.

He’s close, and he’s so gentle that Buck’s heart squeezes painfully. Shit. When he looks up, their eyes meet and catch, neither of them looking away. Eddie’s hands are still on Buck’s face and Buck aches to touch him too, to reach out and pull him all the way in, to hold him.

But Eddie drops his hands and steps back, reaching for the ice pack next to Buck and handing it back to him.

“You should keep cooling it for a while,” he says. “Take this while I get you a new one.”

Buck nods mutely and swallows. He’s not sure what just happened.

~

Eddie hates funerals. Granted, so does everyone else, probably, but...they’re hard, for him. This is nothing like Shannon’s funeral, obviously, but Eddie’s been tense all day. Firefighter Sullivan from the 124 died in a structure fire a few days ago, and the A-shift from the 118 have collectively decided to pay their respects. Eddie didn’t know him well, they’ve only spoken a couple of times, but it’s always horrible to lose one of their own. And to see his wife and two teenage kids in the front row, knowing exactly what they feel like - it sucks.

He can’t focus on what any of the speakers are saying, just keeps staring at the coffin covered by the American flag. Eddie pulls on the collar of his shirt, feeling too hot in his dress uniform. His mind flits from Shannon, to the Army, to the very real possibility that something like this might happen to someone close to him one day, never settling on anything for long, a carousel of dread.

From next to him, Buck shoots him a worried glance and Eddie stops fidgeting, trying to pull himself together. He breathes slow and deep, counting to five with each in- and exhale. He hasn’t had a panic attack in a while, and he’s not even sure that’s what’s happening here, but he can’t risk it.

“You okay?” Buck whispers. He’s intimately familiar with Eddie’s panic attacks, and his elbow nudges Eddie’s lightly as he shifts closer. “Or do you need to get out of here?”

Eddie knows that Buck’s not just asking that, that he’d come with him, no questions asked, and the knowledge of that alone eases some of the tension in his body.

He’s known that he’s in love with Buck for a while now, but Buck still keeps finding ways to make Eddie’s heart beat faster and double down on his feelings. It’d be great under different circumstances, but Eddie still hasn’t worked up the courage to tell him, too scared he’s misreading the signs. So it’s hard, feeling like he’s bursting at the seams with love for Buck.

“No, I’m okay,” he tells Buck, eyes catching on Sullivan’s grieving family again and making his stomach feel lead-heavy. But it’s more sympathy now, and a little less dread. “I think.”

When the bagpipes start to play and Eddie has to swallow thickly, Buck reaches for his hand and entangles their fingers, squeezing tightly. Eddie doesn’t look over, but he squeezes back. And holds on.

~

Nothing is different the night it finally happens. They’re at Eddie’s house, like countless nights before, they watch a movie with Chris and read him a story at bedtime, then head to the kitchen to grab a couple of beers.

Buck’s standing with his head in the fridge, telling Eddie about an article he read earlier on what space smells like (hot metal, apparently), when Eddie says, apropos of nothing: “I love you.”

And Buck hits his head on a shelf in the fridge, making everything on it rattle loudly, a jar of pickles falling over and nearly rolling off the shelf. His instincts take over and he somehow catches it in time and closes the fridge before he turns around, finding Eddie right up in his space, a worried expression on his face and already reaching out to cup the back of Buck’s head where he hit it.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he says, and his face is adorably flushed. Buck still can’t do anything but stare. “Does it hurt?”

“I’m good,” Buck manages to get out, blinking a few times. “I- Eddie, what?”

Eddie closes his eyes and drops his hand, but stays close for now. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to tell you like that.”

“But you meant to tell me?” Buck asks. He lifts a careful hand and grabs a handful of Eddie’s t-shirt to stop him from going anywhere. Something flashes in Eddie’s eyes and Buck smiles, heart beating in his throat.

“Yeah,” Eddie says, and there’s that smile he gives Buck so often, soft and private. “I did. I’m...I don’t have a speech prepared-”

“Eddie,” Buck interrupts, tugging on Eddie’s t-shirt until Eddie takes a stumbling step closer, bracing himself with a hand on Buck’s chest. He can probably feel Buck’s heartbeat like that, and it only beats faster at the thought. They look at each other for a long moment, then Buck tips forward until his forehead rests against Eddie’s. He watches as Eddie’s eyelids flutter closed and closes his own eyes too before he continues. “I don’t need a speech. I just...need you.”

Eddie’s nose brushes against Buck’s, and there’s a smile in his voice when he asks, “You need me?”

“You and Christopher,” Buck says, lifting his free hand to the side of Eddie’s neck. When he strokes his thumb along Eddie’s jawline, Eddie shivers. His hand is warm on Buck’s chest, the other one now holding him by the waist. “If you’ll have me.”

Eddie leans back just enough to look Buck in the eye. “You know Christopher thinks the world of you. And I kind of just told you how in love with you I am, so…”

“Well, you didn’t say it in so many words,” Buck teases, and Eddie shoves at his chest but doesn’t move away. “I love you too, though.”

~

Not much later, they’re on Eddie’s couch. It’s too small for two grown men, but they’re making it work, Eddie thinks. Buck’s sprawled out, half sitting up against the armrest with Eddie between his legs, lying half on top of him, and he’s finally, finally kissing his best friend. Has been for the past hour or ten, and he doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon.

Buck smiles against his lips and Eddie pulls back.

“What?” he asks.

Buck shrugs, lifting a hand to cup Eddie’s cheek, and Eddie leans into it. “Just happy.”

“Me too,” Eddie smiles. He takes Buck’s other hand and laces their fingers together, marveling at how well they fit. Buck watches him with a smile. “We should do this more often.”

“What, hold hands?”

“We fit, don’t you think?”

“Oh,” Buck says with a gleeful smile, “you’re secretly a romantic, aren’t you?”

“Says you! Did you forget you told me how you once rented a hot air balloon for a date?”

“Well, it’s not a secret that I’m a romantic, I’ve just never seen that side of you. Will I get to see it a lot?”

Eddie lifts his hand to Buck’s face, running a careful thumb over his birthmark. “Maybe. But it’s also not just about being romantic, you know? I like holding your hand, or when you hug me, I like being close to you, because…you make me feel safe. Like I’ll never be alone, like you’ll always be there to have my back.”

“And you’ll have mine,” Buck says, pressing their foreheads together again. Eddie’s pretty sure there are tears in his eyes. “You say that as if it’s not the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

Eddie chuckles and shifts a little until he can rest his head on Buck’s shoulder, his ear right above Buck’s heart. “Can we just…stay like this for a while?”

Buck kisses Eddie’s forehead and squeezes his fingers where their hands lie entangled on his chest, his other hand sweeping warmly up and down Eddie’s back.

“For however long you want, Eds.”