#{ also lowkey headcanon but - }

[starry-bi-sky]

i need to get this out of my head before i continue clone^2 but danny being the first batkid. Like, standard procedure stuff: his parents and sister die, danny ends up with Vlad Masters. He drags him along to stereotypical galas and stuff; Danny is not having a good time.

He ends up going to one of the Wayne Galas being hosted ever since elusive Bruce Wayne has returned to Gotham. Vlad is crowing about having this opportunity as he's been wanting to sink his claws into the company for a long while now. Danny is too busy grieving to care what he wants.

And like most Galas, once Vlad is done showing him off to the other socialites and the like, he disappears. Off to a dark corner, or to one of the many balconies; doesn't matter. There he runs into said star of the show, Bruce who is still young, has been Batman for at least a year at this point, but still getting used to all these damn people and socializing. He's stepped off to hide for a few minutes before stepping back into the shark tank.

And he runs into a kid with circles under his eyes and a dull gleam in them. Familiar, like looking into a mirror.

Danny tries to excuse himself, he hasn't stopped crying since his parents died and it's been months. He rubs his eyes and stands up, and stumbles over a half-hearted apology to Mister Wayne. Some of Vlad's etiquette lessons kicking in.

Bruce is awkward, but he softens. "That's alright, lad," he says, pulling up some of that Brucie Wayne confidence, "I was just coming out here to get some fresh air."

There's a little pressing; Bruce asks who he's here with, Danny says, voice quiet and grief-stricken, that he's with his godfather Vlad Masters. Bruce asks him if he knows where he is, and Danny tells him he does. Bruce offers to leave, Danny tells him to do whatever he wants.

It ends with Bruce staying, standing off to the side with Danny in silence. Neither of them say a word, and Danny eventually leaves first in that same silence.

Bruce looks into Vlad Masters after everything is over, his interest piqued. He finds news about him taking in Danny Fenton: he looks into Danny Fenton. He finds news articles about his parents' deaths, their occupations, everything he can get his hands on.

At the next gala, he sees Danny again. And he looks the same as ever: quiet like a ghost, just as pale, and full of grief. Bruce sits in silence with him again for nearly ten minutes before he strikes a conversation.

"Do you like to do anything?"

Nothing. Just silence.

Bruce isn't quite sure what to do: comfort is not his forte, and Danny doesn't know him. He's smart enough to know that. So he starts talking about other things; anything he can think of that Brucie Wayne might say, that also wasn't inappropriate for a kid to hear.

Danny says nothing the entire time, and is again the first to leave.

Bruce watches from a distance as he intercts with Vlad Masters; how Vlad Masters interacts with him. He doesn't like what he sees: Vlad Masters keeps a hand on Danny's shoulder like one would hold onto the collar of a dog. He parades him around like a trophy he won.

And there are moments, when someone gets too close or when someone tries to shake Danny's hand, of deep possessiveness that flints over Vlad Masters' eyes. Like a dragon guarding a horde.

He plays the act of doting godfather well: but Bruce knows a liar when he sees one. Like recognizes like.

Danny is dull-eyed and blank faced the entire time; he looks miserable.

So Bruce tries to host more parties; if only so that he can talk to Danny alone. Vlad seems all too happy to attend, toting Danny along like a ribbon, and on the dot every hour, Danny slips away to somewhere to hide. Bruce appears twenty minutes later.

"I was looking into your godfather's company," he says one night, trying to think of more things to say. Some nights all they do is sit in silence. "Some of my shareholders were thinking of partnering up--"

"Don't."

He stops. Danny hardly says a word to him, he doesn't even look at him -- he's sitting on the ground, his head in his knees. Like he's trying to hide from the world. But he's looking, blue eyes piercing up at Bruce.

Bruce tilts his head, practiced puppy-like. "Pardon?"

"Don't." Danny says, strongly. "Don't make any deals with Vlad."

It's the most words Danny's spoken to him, and there's a look in his eyes like a candle finding its spark. Something hard. Bruce presses further, "And why is that?"

The spark flutters, and flushes out. Danny blinks like he's coming out of a trance, and slumps back into himself. "Just don't."

Bruce stares at him, thoughtful, before looking away. "Alright. I won't."

And they fall back into silence.

Danny, when he leaves, turns to look at Bruce, "I mean it." He says; soft like he's telling a secret, "Don't make any deals with him. Don't be alone with him. Don't work with him."

He's scampered away before Bruce can question him further.

(He never planned on working with Vlad Masters and his company; he's done his research. He's seen the misfortune. But nothing ever leads back to him. There's no evidence of anything. But Danny knows something.)

At their next meeting, Danny starts the conversation. It's new, and it's welcomed. He says, cutting through their five minute quiet, that he likes stars. And he doesn't like that he can't see them in Gotham.

Bruce hums in interest, and Danny continues talking. It's as if floodgates had been opened, and as Bruce takes a sip of his wine, it tastes like victory.

("Tucker told me once--") ("Tucker?") ("Oh-- uh, one of my best friends. He's a tech geek. We haven't talked in a while.")

(Danny shut down in his grief -- his friends are worried, but can't reach him. When he goes back to the manor with Vlad, he fishes out his phone and sends them a message.)

(They are ecstatic to hear from him.)

It all culminates until one day, when Danny is leaving to go back inside, that Bruce speaks up. "You know," He says, leaning against the railing. "The manor has many rooms; plenty of space for a guest."

The implication there, hidden between the lines. And Danny is smart, he looks at Bruce with a sharp glean in his eyes, and he nods. "Good to know."

The next time they see each other, Danny has something in his hands. "Can you hold onto something for me?" He asks.

When Bruce agrees, Danny places a pearl into his palm. or, at least, it's something that looks like a pearl. Because it's cold to the touch; sinking into Bruce's white silk gloves with ease and shimmering like an opal. It moves a little as it settles into his hand, and the moves like its full of liquid.

Bruce has never seen anything like it before, but he does know this; it's not human. "What is it?" He asks, and Danny looks uncomfortable.

"I can't tell you that." He says, shifting on his foot like he's scared of someone seeing it. "But please be careful with it. Treat it like it's extremely fragile."

When Bruce gets home, he puts it in an empty ring box and hides the box in the cave. He tries researching into what it is. he can't find anything concrete.

Everything comes to a head one day when Danny appears at the manor's doorstep one evening, soaking wet in the rain, and bleeding from the side.

[kazutora-kurokawa]

hi darling! absolutely adore the recent hcs ❤️

can i request the tenjiku members and what kind of specific kinks/turn-ons and possible turn-offs they would have with their sexual partner(s) ?

Tenjiku x Reader: Turn-ons/Kinks and Turn-offs

♡ NSFW, fem reader, bondage, biting, breeding, blood kink, cockwarming, size kink, spanking, hair pulling, piercings, tattoos, face riding, thigh riding, hickeys, rough sex ♡

note: thank you for requesting love and sorry it took so long 🌸

Characters: Izana, Kakucho, Ran, Rindou, Shion, Mochi, Mucho

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Izana

🎴 He would love to tie you up, it makes him feel in control (he'd probably blindfold you too)

🎴 Loves when you sit in his lap, especially if you're riding his thigh

🎴 Likes when you pull on his hair (he would never admit it though)

🎴 Clinginess or you being too touchy is an instant turnoff for him (sorry to all the clingy babes out there)

Kakucho

🩷 He's relatively soft when it comes to sex, but he has a breeding kink

🩷 He just has this uncontrollable urge to fill you with his cum (he wouldn't even notice he has a breeding kink at first)

🩷 Likes cockwarming after he fills you up

🩷 He'd be against anything that could possibly hurt you

Ran

💜 Likes to spank you with his baton, prefers using his hand though

💜 He's not super into biting, but he enjoys leaving hickeys on your thighs and loves when you leave marks on his back with your nails

💜 He'd do anything you want except for having a threesome, he'd rather keep you all to himself

Rindou

🩵 If you have any tattoos, he's going to want to cum on them (bonus points if you get his name tatted)

🩵 Loves when you ride his face, the feeling of your thighs squeezing him turns him on

🩵 Chronic ass smacker, he always has his hands on it

🩵 Extremely loud and/or obnoxious people are a turnoff for him (in his opinion, you should only be loud in the bedroom)

Shion

🖤 Likes biting you, sometimes he nibbles and sometimes he chomps

🖤 He'd be obsessed with your tits regardless of size

🖤 He'd probably have a blood kink and would enjoy eating you out when you're on your period (you saw how he licked his bloody brass knuckles 😮‍💨)

🖤 He'd be against anything that could seriously hurt you though, if you aren't enjoying yourself then neither is he

Mochi

🍡 Size kink, this man is huge and loves being reminded of it (whine about how big he is and he's putty in your hands)

🍡 Loves women with piercings, doesn't matter where they're at. Lip piercing? Cute. Tongue piercing? Hot. Nipple piercings? He's pulling on them. Clit piercing? He's eating it up, literally and figuratively

🍡 Doesn't like when you try to take control during sex, he'll put you in your place real quick too

Mucho

🔷 Manhandles the fuck out of you, this man likes it rough

🔷 Another big man with a size kink, he loves seeing the bulge his dick makes when he's inside you

🔷 He absolutely refuses to fuck your ass (bro acts like you don't wash or wipe 😑)

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[that-bitch-kat3]

marauders era characters by my daylist:

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[lilbirdblu]

q!pierre character design & style guide | qsmp headcanons

Pierre truly does not care about style and just wears whatever he likes, it doesn't matter if they necessarily 'match' or not. He does not care. And why should he--his clothing, his body. Besides, it's not hurting anybody. This means that a lot of his outfits tend to be eclectic and loud, but he doesn't see a point in scaling them down. Pierre's style is very much the embodiment of "do what you want". Of course, this is all within [his] reasoning. He isn't going to wear something if he doesn't like it or if he doesn't find it comfortable--hence why he always wears sneakers [dad style] or sandals. This is also reflected in how he does his hair: he doesn't. He keeps it cut on the shorter side because it's easier to manage and he simply cannot be bothered to try and style it like others do.

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[nestedfeathers]

CatNap! or well. Cat...naps. catnip? no wait-

(bonus huggy and catnap interaction. i love these idiots so much)

[jade-len]

you know it's bad when i read svsss and tgcf, stories about just two guys falling in love and getting together, and think, "god i wish i were in between them."

gay little domestic cottage core life with binghe and qingqiu? please and thank you. being sandwiched by hua cheng and xie lian, two pretty men who are hundreds of years old? i am blushing, kicking my feet and giggling

and again, it's not even that i would want only one of them. like in both of the relationships, the two love each other too much to the point it'd feel wrong if they were separated! it wouldn't feel complete, so you gotta be with both of them!

but that's the thing; i just?? i feel so incredibly guilty whenever i think about being loved by these mxtx couples??? like it's so stupid but i feel like i'm intruding in on something and it's like, everyone else seems to just want them together only, not wanna be with them. like it's fuckin taboo or whatever

i feel like with any other character from any other media it'd be fine to simp for and write/read x readers of them, but when it comes to these books, it's off limits! no way, what are you, crazy? yes, yes i'm unhinged and desperately want their love and affection simultaneously. i want to be in a happy little poly relationship with these overpowered beautiful men with long hair.

i can't be the only guy or whoever to feel this way?? to wanna be kissed by these characters? sandwiched?? i have two hands for christ sake and they all look so happy together and im just like "lord i wanna be with them so much". someone tell me i'm not alone cmon <\3

[littlespoonevan]

so i know we don't technically know if the shooting was supposed to be the start of canon buddie, like at the end of the day, we're just theorising based on what oliver's said (though i do think it makes the most sense just given, y'know, everything) but now i'm thinking about s5 buddie and how something about their relationship just felt so fucking tender????????? like, the tone was obviously much heavier in s5 and, as such, their moments were much more serious/emotional as opposed to lighthearted but there really was just so much affection underneath every single one of their scenes, y'know???? and when i think of fanon buddie - the buddie i write in fics set in some nebulous canon compliant timeline - it's always the version of them we get during that season. the ones who are undoubtedly a family and have seen the worst of each other and just see each other full stop and are there to pick up each other's pieces when they need to. there was just this overall feel that they were Going Somewhere with it all and i really, really do think in another timeline it would've been the slow burn build up of all time 🥹

[scp42069howthefisthisnametaken]

new hermitcraft member (real) (trust me) (it was revealed to me in a dream)

[kreideprinzessin]

Streamer Xiao headcanons

Content: Some general hcs, some stuff specific to a relationship with him (separated so you can just skip to whatever you like), gn!reader

General:

Started streaming kind of on a whim because he was bored one night, but then he actually enjoyed it so he kept going. Back then he had a super sucky microphone and the camera quality of a potato, but over time things improved and now his streams are pretty high quality

He's famous for playing nothing but horror games, particularly because he never gets scared and stays completely composed, no matter how bad the scares get. The whole "totally deadpan guy who stays calm no matter what" thing has kind of become his online persona over time

Because of this persona he prefer to stream alone because he feels like it wouldn't be a great match for collabs

His favourite game of all time is Omori, which is famously the one instance where he completely broke out of his usual unimpressed state and was going through it because the game got to him

Generally speaking, he's more into niche indie games than whatever horror game is currently "in", although he will give more conventional horror a chance as well

Overall he prefers games with a good admosphere over ones that are littered with cheap scares

Also doesn't shy away from games with darker topics. If he does play some heavier stuff, he always makes sure to treat it with all due respect and actually try to start a conversation about whatever the topic is because he thinks it's important

He doesn't really have a set schedule and just streams whenever he feels like it. Sometimes he starts in the middle of the night just because he found a cool game he wants to share right away

Because of this he usually doesn't have a massive audience because people didn't know he was streaming beforehand, but he prefers it that way. He likes the more chill atmosphere caused by just a couple of people watching him play rather than having to entertain a huge amount of people

He usually gets straight to gaming and doesn't do a lot of casual chatting before or after the game. Just every once in a while he might show off his pet birds on stream, particularly when he (or you) recently taught them some new cool trick

In a relationship:

He's always been very open about him being in a relationship and frequently mentions you in offhanded comments

He actually let you design his stream alerts, stickers, etc. (Bonus points if you picked something super cute because it's like... Xiao playing a dark, scary horror game while a chibi catboy version of him is dancing in the corner announcing the latest subscriber)

You'd never guess so based off his online persona, but he's actually really soft and affectionate with you in private. He adores you and always makes sure to remind you of that.

Even if he has a stream planned, he'll drop that in an instant for you, no matter if it's because you had a bad day or just because you really want to spend time with him

But also, he'll sometimes invite you to just sit with him while he streams, which is usually very cute to watch with you freaking out and clining to him while Xiao is just cliff-faced as usual

That being said, he'll break out of that persona if he notices that you're getting too scared. Then he'll usually take a break and make sure to check in on you, see if you're doing okay or if you want to stop and hold you close to comfort you

If you're not sitting next to him while he streams, you always make sure to be in the audience. It's become a fun little game to you to try and get him to break character by subtly teasing him or flirting with him in chat. You're usually pretty succesful at getting him to crack a smile or at least blush a little (But he doesn't mind. He knows you think it's cute and he cares about you being happy more than keeping up some online persona)

Liked this au? You can find more of it here

[mayday396]

I will keep saying this but Reptile must be Protected at all cost, MK1's Reptile is a Wholesome Lizard man.

I want to pet his Lizard form on the head and I have a headcanon that he is treated like a son to Madam Bo who eventually learns to cook Zaterran food.

THIS MAN IS A KEEPER ASHRAH NEVER LOSE HIM

[crispycreambacon]

Spice In, Time Out!

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Wanna read a semi-crack fic about Beef Boy hanging out with a bunch of puppets? Maybe even do a little ramen challenge with his little blue fuzzy nerd friend? You're in luck, 'cause I wrote 6500 words of exactly that!

Among those thousands of words are a bunch of cool stuff such as:

Puppet shenanigans! Two of them may have planned to kill their friends (disclaimer: that murder will not be shown in the fic)

Actual history??? Yeah that's right you're gonna get hit with a Puppet History-style question so STUDY UP ON THE HISTORY OF RAMEN (or not) 👹

God being the worst! Again! They may have actually killed someone (disclaimer: that murder WILL be shown in the fic)

God/Professor allegations. Whether those allegations are true or not will be up to you

Overall a (hopefully) funny and wholesome bonding time between everyone at this table. They're all friends! :]

If all of that sounds like a jam to you, you can read the fic via clicking here, clicking the title, or searching up "Spice in, Time Out!" by crispycreambacon on AO3.

I hope y'all will enjoy this fic! I'm pretty proud of how it turned out especially since I was honestly not feeling it at the start and even contemplated not publishing it at all. Even if you don't read it, I hope you enjoy the art (bonus doodles down below btw!) and I hope you'll have a schmaculous day!

[shorlinesorrows]

Percabeth after the first war, who haven’t really gotten to be teenagers, who feel both too old and too young for their skin. Who are so so glad that the war is over, but also feel surprisingly lost, because fighting the war has been their future, their purpose, their job for as long as they can really remember

Annabeth and Percy, who do what all adrift teens do when everything is overwhelming and painful and exciting and when it feels like you don’t have a purpose any more:

they make a bucket list.

it starts small. They go clothes shopping together, close enough to Sally’s house that they can get home quick if they need too. They start to develop their own senses of style. They go to a farmers market. They make graffiti at one point and nearly get caught but the entire time they’re giggling through their fingers.

then comes the hair.

it was just a random item on the bucket list: hair dye.

and they were going to get crazy colors, Percy was going to dye his bright teal blue, no hesitation. He was decided. But then they’re standing in the shopping aisle, looking at the colorful boxes, and Percy’s eyes catch on a model, and they have long dark hair that’s just the same shade as Annabeth’s.

and he scans the aisle, and there’s another one, a bright sandy gold, and he turns to Annabeth, who is debating between silver and purple with all the intensity of a teenage war veteran, and says ���I have a stupid idea”

they grab a boxed bleach on their way out.

they dye their hair together, and it’s a mess and the dye gets everywhere and it’s not quite even and both of them get a little light headed from the fumes but it’s so much fun

and they refuse to let anyone in the bathroom until their hair is dyed, rinsed and blow dried even though it takes forever because bleaching is a much longer process

when they finally emerge, Sally gasps and then starts to laugh and then Paul joins in and then they’re all laughing.

Percy’s hair is black, Annabeth’s hair is blond.

They’ve switched hair colors. And it’s silly, but it’s also a constant reminder that they’re not alone.

It’s being able to wake up from a nightmare and seeing blond hair on your pillow instead of black and thinking “Percy”. It’s having a bad day where you can’t seem to keep your mind from slipping away from you, then seeing black hair in the corner of your vision and thinking “Annabeth”. It’s a tangible sign that they are connected, that they are alive, and that there is someone who understands. A physical reminder of love.

When their roots grow out, they look at their inverted hair and smile. Like always, they match.

[happilychee]

do u write for acno?????

If so, please feed us with acnologia x reader 🙏🏻🙏🏻 headcanons, anything ill take it please the people are starved

I haven't considered acno before; he's not really a character I like to explore thaaat much, but I tried lol

these came out pretty angsty bc I really don't think there's a way to survive a relationship with acnologia given how he ends up :(

acnologia x reader headcanons

cw: mentions of child death and injuries; overall angst

♡ probably the only way to have a feasible relationship with acnologia is if you meet him when he's a human. the fiore of 400 years ago is nothing like modern times. it's wild, lush, vibrant, and dangerous. dragons roam freely, not just present but overpowering, and you're a meager human. still, you know you want to help your people in any way you can. you become a healer, and that's how you meet doctor acnologia.

♡ healing is a difficult job, and you spend many sleepless nights in the infirmary with acno mixing potions and balms and salves. you don't miss the way his eyes widen when your fingers brush against his as he hands you the mandrake root. he doesn't miss your tiny smile as his hand ghosts over your lower back when he passes you to weigh ingredients.

♡ it's a quiet relationship that blooms out of solidarity, a shared passion for healing, and dedication. you're both calm people, and despite the daily threat of dragons, you don't think anything could shake your relationship with the logical, ever-rational man working beside you. and yet.

♡ it's a day like any other. except a mother runs in wailing, her child dead in her arms. there's nothing you could have done, not with your healing prowess or with acnologia's medical expertise, because the child was killed by a dragon. you can't stop yourself from cringing at the mangled flesh, the smell of charred skin. acnologia is quiet, and neither of you can say anything to console the woman sobbing on your infirmary floor.

♡ things are different after that. acno doesn't engage you in witty banter or philosophical conversation. he eats less and less. he disappears at night. the work has always been split evenly between the two of you, but now you find yourself measuring ingredients and keeping the books. those were always acno's jobs.

♡ acnologia comes home covered in blood. it's not his. you can tell because it's black. the black blood of a fucking dragon, and suddenly you're dragging him into the back room, tears streaming down your face as you try to get answers from him. his voice is monotone as he confesses. you feel the world spin as the words dragon slayer magic, dragon festival, and dragon king run through your head. still, you patch him up.

♡ the days get longer and the nights shorter. acnologia seems calmer but... more distant. you notice the blood under his fingernails (not his. never his.) and the bags under his eyes, but damn is he good at distracting you. you know you should leave. you know dragon slayer magic is corruptive. you know what acnologia will turn into, but you relish every night that you can hold him close and press kisses to his crown.

♡ you rub salve into the scales that spread across acno's arms and cheeks. he brings you shiny stones and pretty glass. calls them courting gifts. it never fails to make you laugh. you eat more meat for dinner. you don't ask where it's from. you run the front end of the infirmary completely by yourself now, while acno stays in the back and prepares you potions. he doesn’t want to scare the kids that come to see you, and you take it as a sign of his persevering humanity. you start to think that maybe the idyllic life you've built together can go on forever.

♡ all you can think about is how green your village was, before it was consumed by dragon fire. the smoke makes your eyes burn, but you can't move from under the rubble. you can feel the dragon more than see it, its footsteps reverberating in your chest. you shut your eyes, tears streaming down your face, and accept death. but it doesn't come.

♡ your sweet, dear acnologia is unrecognizable. a blur of black and blue that makes the dragon screech in pain. it's quick, it's lethal, and it's terrifying. the dragon is dead, and you're sobbing for all that's changed in the past few years. the way acnologia pulls you out of the rubble isn't human, but it isn't dragon either. he clings to you, caresses your face, his worried words coming out in growls and roars. all you can do is reach up, brush your thumb across his cheek, and smile. it's still him, still your dear acnologia.

♡ you wake up on the outskirts of a town, bandaged roughly. you don't see acnologia for a long, long time after that fateful night. you set up a new infirmary, you treat new patients, you never forget the little boy with a constant sniffle that died in the dragon attack. and you never forget acnologia. in the dead of night, you let yourself imagine him coming home.

♡ it's so similar, you're getting deja vu. the town is burning, and you can barely breathe. you can move this time, though, and you run because you know he's not coming to save you. you make it to the edge of the forest, so close to safety. but a dragon blocks your path. scales dark as night, electric blue markings, and eyes that pierce your very soul.

♡ you fall to your knees and sob. you could never, never run from acnologia, even if it meant the end for you. you only wish that this won't hurt him. you look straight into your beloved's eyes, and you smile. tears streaming down your face, ash covering your cheeks, arms burned and angry red. you've never looked more beautiful. you close your eyes and wait for death. it doesn't come.

[turtledotjpeg]

This came from a randomized AU prompt involving flight attendants and characters meeting in a coffee shop - I went with the main four meeting in an off-brand airport starbucks (plus melody because I have a blorbo agenda here :P), but got thoroughly sidetracked drawing melody + pika as flight attendants haha

(gon & killua meet in the airport and quickly hit it off, but while goofing off they accidentally bowl over leorio who really needed that coffee after 18 hours in transit back to medical school

kurapika is about ready to murder leorio - not for the coffee stain, but because he didn't apologize sincerely enough - but then gon jumps in very politely and says it was his fault and he's very sorry. kurapika decides to let it go :)

some handwavey logic later and they all end up on the same plane. kurapika gives gon and killua extra bags of the little pretzels and nearly kills leorio again for trying to flirt with melody. they all have a feeling it's not the last time they'll cross paths 🙂)

[twinkalicious]

no cause the fact that richter thought alucard was a myth is absolutely killing me. he grew up hearing stories of his ancestors' heroism, but for some reason a central figure of those stories was merely a legend to him, an immortal fantasy creature who he never got to meet. honestly i'm willing to bet his own mother and grandfather and any other belmonts before them didn't either. they only told the stories of defeating dracula as their parents did before them, thinking them dramatized and never literal. it became a game of telephone, with each person doubting the existence of a friendly dhampir ally more and more because alucard wasn't there to corroborate it. alucard separated himself from the belmonts at some point. he wasn't there to see trevor and sypha's lineage despite the fact that they merged their houses and literally founded a city together. speculating the when and why is going to drive me absolutely insane, you don't understand.

[basuralindo]

Okay I don't really have the brainpower to go into a ton of detail about it right now, but I really wanna get people talking more about the genie references with Jamil.

Like, yes there's the whole Jafar parallel of seeking a genie of the lamp, which I think is very much a surface level conscious interest in the canon legends, the same way all the overblotters compare themselves and try to emulate one of the seven. But, the more significant parallel in my opinion is the way Jamil's skill, power, and unwilling servitude point to him actually being the genie in question.

Not the blue genie, I mean the red one that Jafar becomes. In the end of the first Aladdin movie, Jafar has his wish granted to become an all-powerful genie, and is subsequently trapped in a lamp and enslaved. He then spends the second movie manipulating the guy who became his master into acting on his behalf in a desperate attempt at freeing himself, and ultimately gets destroyed in the process. Jamil's blot phantom is a direct reference to Jafar's genie form, and so is everything else about Jamil and his circumstances with the Asims.

Like, it's mentioned several times that not only is he one of the most powerful mages in that school, but also that nobody can really tell exactly how powerful because he's never shown the full extent of it (y'know, like how Jafar's genie is insanely powerful, but can only act within the confines of other's commands, so that potential is never fully explored). Specifically, he's much more powerful and capable than Kalim, but can only really exercise those abilities on his master's behalf. Which brings me to the whole thing with Kalim always coming up with crazy over the top shit he wants, and impossible requests for Jamil to make that happen, which Jamil has no choice but to fulfill, and does so by being just, capable of shit to an unnatural extent.

So yeah, basically: Jafar's story ends with becoming an all-powerful genie, enslaved, and forced to manipulate his way to freedom, which he never gets to achieve and is destroyed in the process. -> Jamil, doomed by the narrative/twst-disney magic to parallel his story, is an excessively powerful mage trapped in servitude to people who use his abilities to fulfill their every whim, and is forced to manipulate whoever he can in an attempt at freedom which he fails to achieve and is almost destroyed in the attempt.

Anyway, thanks for coming to my ted talk. Jamil is the genie he's been seeking but it sucks for him just like it sucked for Jafar.