#as if they'd committed some horrible crime

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asoiaf mlp au where jaime gets his cutie mark right after killing aerys

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Jason Todd x Reader

Part 2 to this.

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It's been 2 years or so since you moved out of Gotham. Well. Not moved out moved out. You couldn't leave. Gotham was your home. And even with those painful memories of Jason demanding you to leave, he's still the same person who you shared those long-lasting kisses with, who texted you every 5 minutes while he was on patrol to make sure you were safe at home, who was able to give you the first, real experience of love and devotion for the first time in your life.

But now you feel numb. Every time you caught a glimpse of your reflection from puddles on the ground or the shine of a window, you saw that gut-wrenching, eerie grin of the Joker. The grin of your father who once killed your ex-boyfriend and your passionate love.

But you broke Jason's trust. Maybe if you told him sooner, he wouldn't have cast you out. Maybe he would've sat down for a second and realised you aren't the same person as your father.

Staying at the next town over beside Gotham wasn't a bad idea, however. You were able to reflect on yourself, realising that you had no power over your father, and there was physically nothing you could've done to save Robin. But you've repeated in your head over and over that you are not the Joker. You weren't the ones who committed those crimes. You weren't the ones who killed so many innocent people. The only guilt that would eat at you was that you were selfish and a coward to stand up to the Joker and at least attempt to save someone. Bht you didn't. And you hoped that if someone knew your name, who knew your story, that they'd understand. That they'd be scared, too.

You were able to buy a run down... apartment?..house? Whatever it was, it was, unfortunately, all you could've afforded at the moment. And worse, it reminded you too much of your room in the warehouse. Minus the dried blood. But it had a horrible stench of weed, which took you forever to get rid of.

Unlike the warehouse, however, you were at least able to make it a little more homey. You didn't have any furniture, but you did have a cleaner mattress plus bed sheets, knick knacks scattered across the floors, a fake plant, or two on the floor beside you bed. And lastly, though you really should move on, a framed picture of you and Jason. You put this directly beside your bed, where it would be the first thing you see in the morning.

You know that what Jason told you was cruel. You could never forget it. But you had the decency to understand him. He dated someone he trusted. And unfortunately that someone just happened to be the daughter of his murderer. Of course, he'd think you're working with the Joker. Especially if that camera footage showed that you showed no effort to help Robin.

So, what the hell have you been doing when you went away? Well, as said, you couldn't stay out of Gotham for very long. You always went in and out, just for the nostalgia. Just because you had bad memories in Gotham didn't mean you didn't have good ones either. You just assumed that since your leave, you've been fired from Bat Burgers, so you decided to avoid that vicinity for now.

The real reason, though, was the soup kitchen. You could never step foot inside ever again, in fear that Jason would still be volunteering there, and you wouldn't want him to have a breakdown. So you just anonymously dropped off bags of produce of whatever you could afford during the day and quickly departed without being seen. But you missed the kids. Yeah, Jason made you feel loved romantically, but those kids, they felt like family. And how you missed diane so much, too. She was like a mother to you.

It pained you that you couldn't go see the kids anymore, but as you heard them laugh and yell just from the other side of the entrance, you smiled. You always took quick glimpses of them, and some of them grew taller. Some of them formed freckles on their faces. But your smile would slightly falter when they mention how much they missed you. And by that time, you'd just drop off the bag and make your way back home.

You weren't proud of it, but when you found yourself completely broke, you decided, fuck it, and started nicking a things from grocery stores, just for you to survive. And in moments like them, you think to yourself... am I slowly becoming like...him? You shake your head, thinking that the Joker had committed the most heinous, unforgivable crimes, while vigilantes wouldn't really care for petty theft, and the cops wouldn't give two shits anyway, especially if it's only stores running on the poor side of Gotham being robbed.

God, how you hated the police system. They'd only help when the richies were being mugged. Even Batman neglected the poor. Sometimes, you'd smile when you'd see Jason helping the kids of Crime Alley. The memory warmed your heart. Too bad you couldn't make more memories similar to those ones.

You rushed your quick drop off of fruits and veggies to the soup kitchen. It wasn't much. You think an empolyee spotted you trying to conceal a small box of strawberries in your jacket.

You felt some familiarity when you turned to make a run for it when you ran into somethi- someone.

"oW- literally what the fuck-" You hiss, grabbing onto your scrunched up face, not noticing the person you walked into. "Watch where you're going, nit-" You looked up to glare at the person, but oh, how you could never forget those gorgeous green eyes. Those green eyes you fell too far in love with. The green eyes that would sparkle when its owner would rant about the new chapter he was reading in The Catcher in the Rye. The ones that used to look at you so lovingly. But now, it is replaced with burning resentment.

"You're the one not watching where they're going."

What a familiar setting. But instead of the joking tone of Jason correcting that you're the one not watching their step, he means it now. As if he was some stranger to you, annoyed that some rando foolishly walked into him and tried to blame him.

And suddenly, you're back at the Batcave. Suddenly, you're back on your knees, looking up at the hurt, screaming man who towered over you. Suddenly, you hear once more if I ever see you again, I'll end you.

You don't reply to his spiteful response. But you notice your breathing getting heavy. You try to make a run for it past him, but what he says next makes you stop.

"You're selfish for coming here," he grumbles, barely audible, but you hear it. You hear it so clearly. And it pisses you off. What the hell does that mean?

"I get you hurting me because I was Robin. Because I'm close to Batman. But coming here to hurt these kids?"

You turn to him, disbelief on your face. "Excuse me?" You spit.

"These kids did nothing wrong. So leave them alone. Leave Diane alone. Leave Gotham." He says, surprisingly pretty calm.

You already feel the tears brim your eyes. "Fuck you," you say quietly, choking out a sarcastic laugh as you turned to walk away. But before you can leave his line of sight, you turn to face him once more. "I didn't do shit, okay?! I made a mistake, but I didn't. Do. Shit,"you claimed as you walk away in a fast pace. And this makes Jason fume in anger. Yes, you did. You lied to him. He told you his secrets. You were about to give him up back to the Joker. You put his family that he worked so hard and long to make amends in jeopardy. Right?

Jason follows after you in anger, pulling you through a narrow alleyway. Luckily, the neighbourhood was quiet, and no one was around to see this private situation.

"Don't talk to me like you did nothing wrong," Jason hisses. And you yank yourself away from his grip.

"You never told me you were Arkham Knight. Why do I owe you who I was?!" You snarl at him.

"But I did!" He yells back. "At least I eventually told you because you were always nagging that I was out late! And you didn't even return the favour by telling me you're the daughter of someone I hate the most! You didn't commit any of the same crimes he did? Fine. But you're still an accessory. You stood there watching him torture me. And I bet you stood there with every other victim that he killed, feeling absolutely no remorse. That makes you just as disgusting as him."

By this time, tears were already rolling down your cheeks. Your cheeks burned red, and you could feel a headache forming.

"And the worst part," Jason continues quietly. "I still can't get you out of my head. A stupid itch at the back of my mind saying that I still love you," he says in shame.

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion. What the fuck? No. No, why the fuck would he say that. That's selfish of him.

"Fuck you!" You yell. "I'm sorry, Jason. I'm so fucking sorry, but I couldn't do anything! You saw it yourself! I was a kid, I couldn't do anything! I was scared! And I did NOT watch him torture you- I wasn't even aware you were there until he killed you! I didn't even remember it was you when I first met you!"

"BULLSHIT"

"IT'S NOT FUCKING BULLSHIT," you cried, panting, your adrenaline dying down. You rake your hair back, tangled between your fingers as your tears begin to dry up.

"I'm sorry, Jason," you sighed. "I really am, I- I'm sorry I couldn't save you. And I'm sorry I didn't tell you who I was but.. but not telling you was protecting you! The fewer people who knew who I was, the safer everyone would be, especially after you told me that you're Red Hood..." You took a breath. "I spent my whole childhood believing my dad when he told me that no one could love me. But then I met you. You taught me how to love and- and how to be loved! And I fucked this up, and I'm sorry. But I'm too tired to keep arguing. I finally accepted that I'm not the same person as my father and- and I'm not going to let you take that away from me because it's the only thing I have left.."

Jason stares down at you. You have no idea what's going through your head, and right now, you don't have the energy to find out what it is. So, you slightly shake your head in defeat and start to wall out of the cramped alley.

"Oh," you say before leaving. "And for your information, I already left gotham. Just stopping for a visit," you mutter before finally leaving Hason on his own.

He shouldn't believe you. How can he trust you?

You arrived back at your house. Your body went limp, laying on the mattress as a final tear soaked through your pillow.

You absolutely hate how you know that you still love Jason Todd. He was the first person to ever help you what love truly felt like but also showed you how fast such a strong bond can crumble in a few minutes.

As Jason is remained to be alone in the alley, he thinks to himself. It's crazy. You've been raised by the Joker. The Joker. How are you raised by such an abomination but still be the most angelic, beautiful person to cross the planet.

He walks out of the alley and goes towards the soup kitchen where he'd start his volunteer work. Before he walks in, he notices the small bag that you left behind. He picks it up and opens it to see fruits and vegetables inside. He shrugs, not trying to think so much about it and heads inside.

As soon as he steps in, he's greeted by the kids, and his gave brightens in delight. But he sees some of the expressions falter.

"Where's Y/n?" One of them asks. "You two are always together... we haven't seen her for a long, long, loooong time," they frown.

Jason was about to awkwardly answer when Diane came up to him. "Jason, my dear boy! How was your rest, honey?" She asks. Ever since he found out you were the Joker's daughter, he couldn't work, he couldn't eat, he couldn't sleep. He didn't have the energy of volunteering, so he rang up Diane saying that he wasn't in the best spirits, in which she completely understood, saying that you would be around to help anyway. He was about to answer to say that he wasn't so sure about that, but Diane hung up, telling him to get a good rest, and that she'll see him soon.

Jason nods and sends her a sweet smile. "Yeah, thanks. Had a lot in my hands at the time," he explains, but Diane shakes her head.

"Don't even worry, sweetie. It's been calm the past few days," she says, looking down at Jason's hands, and a sad look reaches her eyes. "Is that from Y/n? She always left a bag of food outside, thinking she's slick. Tsk, foolish girl," she jokes. "She hasn't been around in a while. You two are dating, no? What happened? Of course, it's not my place to know. But I'm here if you need to talk, sweetheart," she says, placing a comforting hand to his cheek before walking back to the kitchen.

A little girl tugs on Jason's jacket.

"Jay-jay?" She calls out as Jason bends down to her eye level. "Is, N/n okay?" She asks, worry in her face. Jason attempts to send her a reassuring smile.

"I'm sure she's fine," he responds. "She's a big girl, like you. I'll check up on her to make sure she's okay, if that'll make you feel better," he offers.

"You promise?" She asks, holding her tiny pinky out.

Jason sighs. "I promise," he says, intertwining his larger pinky around hers.

Unfortunately for Jason, he never breaks a pinky promise to the kids. And he would never lie to them. So, on Jason's next scheduled patrol, he'll ditch and find you to make sure you're safe. That's it. Nothing else. He doesn't need to speak to you. Just a quick glance to see if you're not doing anything stupid.

Wait.

God fucking damn it.

You told Jason you already left Gotham. How the hell was he supposed to find you??

Shit, right. Diane said you always leave bags of food outside their door. So you couldn't have lived far, right?

Okay, he'll do a quick sweep of the ourskirts of Gotham, then he'll check the edge of the next town over.

It's been a long, tiring night, to say the least. He started searching the outskirts of Gotham around 6 pm and started his search of the next town from 1am.

He was about to give up his search when he heard a man yelling. He looks down to see a figure running out of a 24 hour convenient store as a man in a uniform yells after you. Jason rolls his eyes, hopping down to the roof to stop you.

You run pretty far, but you look back to see if the store owner was chasing you. You smile to see that you weren't being followed, but as you face back forward, your head hits against an extremely hard, metalic surface.

"Fuck! No- why!" You yell, pressing a palm to to your forhead, where the impact was laid. And low and behild, you see the infamous Red Hood standing in front of you.

"You know I'm always not looking where I'm going! Can you at least have the decency not to be in my way!" You hiss, swerving past him. "Besides, I don't want to speak to you," you mutter, heading home, which wasn't that far.

"I'm not here to talk. Anna just wanted me to check if you're safe." He claims as you scoff.

"I'm alive, aren't I?" You sarcastically say, grabbing the keys for your door. Jason inspects your house.

"This is where you live?" He blurts out with clear concern.

"What of it," you mumble, stepping in. Neither of you really commented on the fact that Jason let's himself in, continuing to critique your humble abode.

"There's mould and cracks everywhere," Jason says, looking around.

"Great observation, sherlock. Guess what? I don't care. It's a roof over my head, and it's a 10 times upgrade compared to the warehouse. At least there isn't dried blood everywhere," you say.

"What? You didn't have a proper room?"

"Joker wasn't really a 'world's greatest dad mug' kind of guy." You say, laying on the mattress, keeping one leg bent upwards as the other lays flat. One arm is tucked under your head as the other is laid over your eyes.

Jason wanders around the run-down bulding, looking at your belongings scattered on the floor, which used to sit on the shelves and windowsill of his much more comfortable apartment.

But a shimmer catches the corner of his eyes. He sees a frame, the picture turned away from him, directly beside where your head lies.

He cautiously walks towards you, taking a peek of the picture. And he could already tell, by the smiling faces and puckered lips of the photo, that it was his favourite picture of the two of you. He had a copy of the photo stuck in his room somewhere in his apartment.

And the guilt slowly eats at him.

"I'm sorry," Jason quietly says.

"For what?" You mutter, obvious that you're exhausted.

"Everything I said." He replies, sitting on the floor beside you. "For telling you to leave Gotham, thinking you were anything like the Joker... saying I'd kill you if I saw you again.. I didn't mean it," he says, his voice getting raspier by the second. "It was horrible of me to say."

"It's whatever, Jay... Jason," you reply, shifting to turn away from him, your back facing him. "I'd probably think the same if I were you."

His heart sunk.

"I should've believed you," he says, his voice raising a little. All he needs is for you to say you forgive him for saying all that shit. Because of him, you think so lowly of yourself, and that you love in such a horrible state, where instead the two of you could be cosy, wrapped in softer blankets in his bed in what ysed to be your shared apartment. He doesn't think he can take it if you think so harshly of yourself.

"But you didn't. And... and that's okay. I mean.." You try to hide your sniffle by burying your face into your pillow, but you aren't as discreet as you think as Jason obviously catches you. "I don't think anyone in this world would trust the daughter of a psycho," you try to joke, sending a weak, pathetic laugh.

"But you proved to me so many times that you aren't him. And I completely ignored all those times and started labelling you for someone you're not! How are you not mad- how are you not yelling at me?" Jason says, almost in a desperate whine. He needs some sort of emotional reaction from you. But you look so... dead.

You sigh as you sit up, avoiding eye contact. "Because you were right, Jason. You had every right not to trust me. I broke your trust by not telling you- I couldn't even save you."

Jason shakes his head vigorously. "No- No, no, no. Sweetheart, no," he didn't mean for the nickname to slip out, but no one mentions it. He reaches for your hands, which fit so perfectly in his larger ones. He held your hands in his grasp, pulling them to his chest, making sure you're looking at him.

"I was wrong- It wasn't your responsibility to save me. You were a kid- we were both kids! There was nothing we could've done. We were both kids dragged into Batman and Joker's stupid game of theirs! This isn't either of our faults! And you didn't tell me you were Joker's daughter... and that's okay. I'm sorry it took so long for me to understand why you didn't tell me. The Joker is wrong, Y/n. You can be loved... You are loved. Because I love you so much that it hurts," he admits, brushing strands of your hair away from your face so that he can look into your eyes. And you can look back into his. His gorgeous green eyes that can finally see love again. "And I understand if you don't lo-"

"I love you so much, Jay," you sniffle, smiling at him. Jason's eyes soften as he smiles, his head leabing forward and his lips resting on your forhead. "I'm sorry," you say, and Jason just shushes you, but you continue. "And I forgive you for what you said to me," you quietly say, shifting to lean your head on his shoulder.

"I forgive you, too, my love," Jason replies, his hand reaching up to softly caress your cheek. "I'll stay the night. Okay? Then tomorrow, first thing, you pack your stuff and move back in with me, okay?"

You smile as you nod, your tears finally withering away as you lie down in your bed, watching Jason strip off his heavy armour, laying in with you in just his tactical pants and compression shirt on. He wraps his arms around you in a warm embrace, and suddenly, you feel safe again. You feel warm again.

You feel loved again.

I'm so sorry if this is ass 😭. I really wanted this finished, and it's like 2am. But i really hope you'd still enjoy!! 🙏🙏

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happy all saints day

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tw vampire whumper, past trauma, buried alive mention, abandonment, emotional whump

"Um... where are we going, exactly?" Beck asked timidly, looking around the dark streets like the biggest threat in the area wasn't walking right next to him. "I don't mean to be rude, I just... I'm just wondering..."

"The cemetery."

His breath caught in his throat as he tried to think of any reason why Helle would bring him there in the middle of the night. All he could come up with were terrifying crimes and death. If he was lucky, that is — what if Helle wanted to bury him alive?

"N-no, Helle, p-please–" He stopped walking and waited until the vampire turned around, then began begging in earnest. "I don't know if I've done something wrong, or, or if I've just been boring lately– I'm sorry, okay? Whatever it was, I'm sorry, please, I'll make it up to you somehow, I'll, I'll do anything–"

They frowned. "What?"

"Y-you just want to scare me, right? You don't actually want to kill me! Right...? You don't need to, um, m-make me dig my own grave, or, or pretend you're about to bury me alive– You can just tell me where I fucked up! I'll remedy it! I'm scared enough as it is–"

"What exactly do you think you did wrong?" they cut in, and Beck almost whimpered. He hated this game. He could never guess the correct answer.

"I... I d-don't... I don't know, I thought– I thought I was... I was being good..." He resisted the urge to take a step back, knowing it would've just been yet another offence stacked on top of whatever he'd already committed. "I'm sorry, I don't know, but I can learn, I can do better..."

"Come on, now. You are shaking like a leaf, there must be a reason you are so scared."

Oh god. So this was about making him confess to something. But what? What did he do? What was so egregious that Helle was willing to go so far? "I don't know," he repeated quietly. "But I'll admit whatever you want me to! Just ask! I won't lie, I'd never lie to you, I'll tell you whatever you want to know! And whatever it is, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry."

"Those apologies ring awfully hollow when you have not a single clue why you are apologising, hm?" They walked back to him, tucking a strand of loose hair behind his ear. "That is quite alright, dear. You are panicking for no reason."

"Huh...?" What was that even supposed mean? There was no way Helle would let some transgression go unpunished. Not one that was horrible enough to be the cause for taking him on a midnight walk to the cemetery.

"I did not bring you here to torment you, Beck. Do you know what day it is?"

What the fuck were these questions? "W-wednesday?"

Helle grinned. "Yes, quite. But I was thinking more about the date. And please, do not say Halloween."

"All Saints' Day...?" he asked, a little uncertain. And then he finally understood. Of course. All Saints' Day, immediately followed by the Day of the Dead... of course they would go to the cemetery. The tension slowly left his body, and he let out a small sound of relief and understanding. "O-oh... I... sorry. I didn't... think about that."

"Thinking is not your strong suit, is it?" They turned around and started walking again, and Beck hurried to catch up.

"Do you have someone buried here?" he tried, hoping to keep them talking. Even though he now knew he wasn't about to be murdered, cemeteries creeped him out even in broad daylight.

"We could say that."

Beck was confused only for a moment before he realised what that meant. He was with a vampire, after all. "Are we... visiting your grave?"

Helle huffed out a laugh. "Maybe he can think."

They walked along the concrete road for a while, passing trees, statues of Jesus, and the final resting places of several strangers Beck had never heard the names of. There were candles on almost every grave, illuminating the text and art on the tombstones. Some of the smaller ones had already burned down, or they'd been snuffed out by the autumn wind, but a big chunk of them were still going strong, giving the whole cemetery a dim glow.

Beck didn't remember ever having come to the cemetery on All Saints' Day. He didn't have anyone buried, really — the ashes of his grandparents were in her mother's living room, safe from being forgotten and sparing all of them the hassle of removing weeds from the base of mossy stone slabs. Or trudging through the mud after some nice, November rain.

"Do you come every year?"

Helle glanced at him. "Awfully interested, hm?"

"Well, I..."

"We can walk in silence, you know."

"I, I'd prefer if we didn't," he muttered.

"Do not tell me you are scared of a couple crosses and some statues. I am the vampire, I should be the one shaking in my boots at the sight of such holy imagery."

"I just don't like it... And, and especially at night..."

"Well, you are in luck. I happen to be scarier than whatever goth teenagers are conducting a séance here. Not by much, I suppose, but my point stands."

"It's not funny!"

"Oh, come on. It is hilarious. I did not take you for a believer in the paranormal. A coward, yes, but this? Relax." They took a right, walking onto a section Beck couldn't even pick out the number of in the dark. He almost tripped over several decorations and wreaths while trying to keep up with Helle, and he was borderline out of breath by the time they finally stopped.

He straightened his back and let out a sigh, trying to find which of the graves could belong to Helle. They all seemed... kind of neglected. They were simple mounds of dirt with wooden crosses stuck into them, but some of them didn't even have names carved into them. "Um..."

"That one." They pointed to one of the nameless crosses. Beck could pick out the faded outline of some words, but not the meaning. "It used to be less crowded around here. When I crawled out of the coffin, there were only a couple more graves in this area."

He shivered. He couldn't imagine waking up six feet underground. "I'm sorry that... that you went through that. That's messed up." Helle hummed, taking out a little tealight and a box of matches. "When, uh... when was that? This cemetery has been here for... a while."

"1732. I think, anyway." They placed the candle on top of the dirt, then began fumbling with the matches. "I mean, I looked up the year of... Well, it holds little significance, really. It is not as though I am still down there. No, I was quite an ill-behaved corpse, ruining my own coffin and then leaving it behind."

Beck could hear the bitterness behind the casual tone. There was no making light of anyone's death, much less their own — the weight of it seemed to drag their words down to a place they rarely ever visited. Somewhere genuine. Vulnerable.

"What did the cross say?" he asked gently.

Helle struck a match, once, twice, three times before it finally lit up, and the newborn flame soared for just a split second before settling into a more managable form, docile and ready to be of use. "Oh, something silly. 'Our beloved child', maybe. Nothing that made remembering any easier. Nothing that made finding it any easier later on." They crouched and lit the tealight, then stuck the match into the soil. "I should cross it out one of these days. It is not very... accurate anymore."

They stood up and stepped back, watching as the flame danced in the gentle breeze. They took a deep breath, then groaned.

"I have no clue why I keep coming here. The wind will blow out the candle, too. So stupid."

Beck couldn't explain the sadness that came over him at the sound of that. It was a horrible fate, wasn't it? To be forgotten. To be the only one to visit your own grave.

He glanced around, reaching into his coat pocket for a tissue. He didn't allow time for his rational mind to talk him out of his dumb mission; he briskly walked over to the road and plucked a couple daisies, careful not to get his hand dirty. Without looking at Helle, he brought them back over to the grave and set them down next to the tealight, then folded up the tissue and put it back in his pocket.

He tried not to think about how stupid this all must've looked. Helle was about to burst out laughing any minute now, mocking him for placing little roadside flowers on–

"Thank you." Beck hesitantly lifted his gaze from the ground, surprised to find no trace of cynicism or mockery in Helle's expression. "Truly. I appreciate it."

"Oh," he breathed. "I..."

"Even though you unironically used a tissue to pick some flowers."

There it was.

"I just didn't want to–"

"I know, dear," they interrupted, much warmer than before. They stepped a little closer to him, and he involuntarily flinched when they raised their hand — only to put an arm around his shoulders and pull him towards themself, kissing him on the cheek. Beck hoped the vampire's vision wasn't good enough to see him blush. "But what was I supposed to do? Have a moment of sincere love and bonding? In front of my own grave? I had to make a joke."

"Right," he mumbled. "That's fair. I think."

Helle laughed a little, then turned him back towards the road by the shoulders. "Alright, enough sulking for one night. Let us return to your lovely home and watch a movie or something."

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Dead on Arrival

Written for the Phic Phight Prompts: In some hospitals, CPR is done to a patient despite them being declared dead on arrival. This is a courtesy to the family. The doctor doesn't expect the scream when they lay down the defibrillator paddles on the boy's chest (from @eyesofcrows), Danny gets caught in the middle of a bank robbery. Can he diffuse the situation without revealing his powers? (@wingedflight), and For some reason someone uses defibrillators on Danny, the feeling is all too familiar to him (@phantomphangphucker)

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[Warnings for blood, injury, violence, flashbacks, minor dissociation, hospitals, and near-death experiences]

Daniel Fenton was dead on arrival. Everyone there when he was brought to Amity Park General Hospital knew that. No pulse, no breathing, already cool to the touch. But his parents were inconsolable, desperate. They demanded something be done. So the doctor called for a defibrillator and started chest compressions, just for the parents' peace of mind. They'd just lost their fourteen-year-old son. It was the least the doctors could do to extend them this courtesy.

When the nurse came in with the defibrillator, they cut away the boy's shirt to press the paddles to his bare skin, ignoring the slick blood covering every inch of skin. They all knew nothing would come of this, that it was more or less for show, but they did it anyway. The nurse set the charge.

"Clear," warned the doctor before administrating the shock.

None of them were expecting the corpse to scream. A visceral, bone-chilling scream. A scream that rattled the windows, that made the lights in the whole hospital flicker with the force of it. A scream like the auditory incarnation of pain itself.

The doctors and nurses all slammed their hands against their ears, desperately trying to block out the sound, to no avail. It was the most horrible thing they'd ever heard in their lives. But it meant one thing. Danny Fenton was alive after all.

—

It was rare for Danny to encounter trouble with humans. He was a ghost hero, after all, so he mostly dealt with ghosts causing trouble. There were a few exceptions, like Freakshow, and sometimes Vlad, but even the exceptions were at least ghost-adjacent. These guys weren't.

They were one hundred percent human, committing a one hundred percent human crime. Two in the bank lobby, two more cracking the safe. Danny had just been coming to cash a birthday check when they showed up waving guns around and demanded everybody get down on the floor. It wouldn't have been fair for Danny to go ghost to fight a bunch of bank robbers, but of course, they were pointing guns at civilians, and he wasn't about to let that slide, either.

"That's it, nobody's gotta be a hero," one of the robbers said, and that sounded like a cue if ever Danny had heard one, because there was no way he was about to let that happen.

"Excuse me," he said, standing up to get their attention entirely on him. Immediately both the robbers in the reception area had their guns trained on him. It was preferable to having those things aimed at regular humans, not to mention an unfortunately familiar position for Danny to be in, so he had no trouble remaining calm as he raised his arms to show them he couldn't fight back.

"Si'down, kid," barked one of the robbers.

"I was just wondering if this is really the best use of your time," Danny said casually, staying on his feet, keeping the robbers' focus all on him. "I mean, surely you have better things to do than rot in prison, right?"

"There'll be no prison, 'cause we won't get caught!" the other robber said.

"Sure you won't," Danny said sardonically. "Except, you're not wearing masks, and this place is full of cameras." Idiots. Danny's presence might've given them a fighting chance, that is, if every public building in Amity Park hadn't made the switch to Fenton Spook-Proof Security Cameras about a year ago. "So I have to wonder what exactly your plan is here? Are you gonna get radical plastic surgery with the money you steal?"

The one closest to Danny smirked. "Robbie hacked the cameras before we came in, ain't that right, Robbie?"

"Uh... I thought Nick was supposed to do that," said the one standing by the teller's desk.

"What?!" said the first guy. "That was your job!"

"I don't know how to hack cameras, Jack." Robbie responded.

"Jack, Nick, and Robbie, huh?" Danny repeated. "Robbie the robber? Who's your fourth guy, Steal?"

"Melvin," Robbie said, "but his last name is Steel. How'd you know that?"

"And what's your last name?" Danny asked.

"Johnson, but I don't see what that has to do with anyth—"

"Robbie you fuckin' moron!" Jack groaned. "Now he knows our names and our faces!"

"Oh, shoot!" Robbie lowered his gun to slap a hand over his mouth.

"That's not a bad idea," Jack said, putting on a wicked grin and leveling his gun at Danny, whose eyes widened. "He can't talk if he's dead."

"Wait!" Danny shouted, but he didn't have time to say anything else before Jack shot several rounds into his gut and he collapsed backwards onto the floor.

Dark red bloomed across Danny's shirt. It stung a little, but it wasn't so bad, actually. Not as bad as an ecto-blast, but worse than a paper cut, he decided. Although, that could've just been because his brain hadn't caught up with the injury yet. His extremities were already loosing feeling as blood pumped out of the holes in his abdomen and pooled around him. It was a shame. Danny really liked this shirt, and now it was completely ruined.

He knew he'd bleed out before the police arrived, even though the robbers had failed to prevent the teller from tripping the silent alarm. He'd probably be okay in the long run, but he'd pass out for a bit while his body healed. All Danny could do was hope these idiots didn't realize that everyone else in the bank had also heard their names, and could therefore identify them just as well as Danny could. As long as he was the only one who got shot, everything was okay. That was his last thought before he lost consciousness from the blood loss.

The next thing Danny knew, was the all too familiar sensation of electricity shooting through his heart. It wasn't as strong as the last time, but it reminded him of it, of the portal accident, and the memory alone made it feel much much worse. The phantom pains that tore through him as he recalled the worst experience of his life increased the pain a thousand fold.

A scream ripped from his throat.

Whatever was happening in that moment didn't exist to him.

He had no idea where he was, or how he'd been zapped, or what else, or who else was around him.

All he could see was green.

All he could feel was a burning pain lighting up every nerve in his body, ionizing his atoms, rearranging his molecules.

The smell of ozone and charred meat filled his nose.

The metallic taste of blood overtook his mouth as electricity arced between his teeth.

His screams would echo in his head for months to come, would haunt his dreams as long as he haunted the Earth, perhaps longer.

It was overwhelming.

He was overwhelmed.

After a lifetime and a moment, the pain started to fade; the sensations ebbed. Everything was still. Everything was quiet, but for the ringing in his ear drums.

Danny felt floaty and faraway. He fisted his hands, digging his nails into his palms to ground himself, and pushed himself into a sitting position. Gradually, he became more aware of his surroundings.

He was in a hospital room. It smelled like antiseptic and blood. The light was out. Shattered glass glinted on the countertop. The hospital bed was thin but soft under his hands. He took a deep, shuddering breath.

No one seemed to be there until Danny looked down. A doctor, two nurses, and Danny's parents were all unconscious on the floor, blood dripping slowly from their ears. Alarmed, Danny checked to see if they were alive, and sighed in relief when they were.

He'd done this.

It was all his fault.

[chaifootsteps]

I see a lot of people discusing how Vivzie could end in legal trouble for her actions, and while i know wishing bad things on other people is wrong, i would be lying if i said i dont find that idea very funny. I was the one that sugested that if Hazbin Hotel ended up being edited the same way that the trailer did then someone would end up sued for causing motion sickness to someone on the public.

But then i thought, if it does happens, that Vivziepop ends up in jail for abusing her workers or comiting tax fraud, whatever it is, her stans will simply negate everything.

If thats happens, the first video about it we will have will be some AyyLMAO shit titled like "Vivziepop on LEGAL TROUBLE over this DUMB thing..." and just create a narrative that she got in trouble not because she did something bad, but because the world hates her so much for being famous that people told lies about her to the police to get her arrested. Acting like she is some little poor soul "hated for no reason" and again ignoring the fact that she is rich and got privileges.

There was a case years ago where a woman got arrested for doing something horrible that she had no shame on admiting, and somehow she still got a lot of support and people asking her to be freed because of shit they literaly made out.

(Content warning: mentions of abuse, child homicide, psycological damage)

This woman killed her 4yo daughter, and also abused her boyfriend, leaving a big psycological and emotional damage in him.

Naturally, she got arrested, but it awakaned some weird ass "feminist movement" where a bunch of women got around the prision and asking for her to get freed. When asked about it, they said that its because they belived that "maybe he (her ex) was the one abusing her", so she was actualy the victim for them.

There was proof that she did all of that. It wasnt even a question. She ADMITED IT, yet these people where there insisting that "maybe" something that THEY COMPLETELY MADE OUT happens instead of what every evidence said and aparentely that was enough reason for her to be inocent.

I feel like Vivziepop's fans would do the exact same thing if she gets arrested. They would all gather around the prison, with the merch of the show and protest signs that are decorated with her ugly characters, screaming about how she should be freed.

And when they ask why they think she is innocent they would say "well we belive that MAYBE she didnt do that and uh its actually a conspiracy of people lying about her because they hate her because they are jealous of her and... uh maybe the proof is fake because everyone hates Vivzie for no reason and um... eh... and even if she did those things, uh it wasnt that bad and y'all are mean for arresting her".

Sorry for the negativity and the rant, Vivziepop's fans geniunely scare me, they have proven they will do ANYTHING for their "goddess", i feel like they would even commit a crime if it means procting her from facing the consequences of her actions.

Yeah, as overdramatic as it might sound to say it, I sincerely, genuinely think Vivzie could shoot someone and her fans would resort to weird conspiracy theories before admitting she did anything wrong. Hell, they'd probably blame me.

[doomh3ad]

Hi hey how's it goin could I get uhhhhh Oneshot where the HK mob finds out the reader (male) is close to Michael and attacks him but Michael slaughters them all thaaaaaaaaaanks :)

michael myers protecting his male s/o from the mob (warnings: violence, death, it's michael)

All you could taste was blood, a copper tone coating your tongue and flooding your mouth. It wasn't helped by the cut on your forehead reducing your vision even more, you were helpless and unable fight back against the mob that surrounded you and lashed out with their weapons.

And your sin was being guilty by association.

They'd found out about you, despite Michael trying to push you away for your safety. A few stray polaroids of you and your boyfriend had doomed you. The worst part was that you recognised a few faces in the crowd, were friendly enough with some of them; it hurt to know how quick they would turn on you.

Michael had committed horrible crimes, you weren't blind to them. But this seemed like the town was out for revenge on you, not him.

You know you're reaching the end of your endurance, you'll lose consciousness soon. The bruises and cuts seem inconsequential compared to the despair of knowing they're going after Michael next. One last smile breaks out on your face as you realise; at least you're keeping them busy. Giving him time. It's worth it.

Then the screaming begins in earnest.

You can't see what's happening, you can only feel a familiar presence and distantly hear horrified yells of "He's here! Michael's come for him!"

Your smile turns relived and gleeful all at once. He's here. He can protect you now. You manage to wipe the blood out of your eyes and restore your vision, and you see him effortlessly cut through the mob with his usual grace. Blood sprays with throats being slit and stab wounds appear in sequences too fast for your mind to process. You're already coated in red, you don't mind too much when Michael emerges victorious and for the first time opens his scarlet-stained arms, just enough, for you to fall into them, letting your eyes shut.

There's nothing else to stop him from carrying you in his arms, away from the carnage, back to the Myers house where he'll watch over you until you wake.

[useyourwandbro]

Devoured Finished Manacled in 2 days and. I'm both hollow of emotions and overwhelmed with thoughts.

I've read heavy war fics in the past (The Fallout, The Symmetrical Transit, Isolation, The Auction to name a few). They are without a doubt some of the best stories we have in the fandom, because they deal with the essence of the original story. It is a story of war. Of human beings at their worst and their best, the needless suffering of many at the hands of a few, often for nothing, all in the name of an idea, the poisoning of people's minds with ideology, and the kindling of hatred and fear through prejudice, othering, propaganda and lies told on a massive scale. It's also about the individuals caught up in it. Who we are born, who we become, the choices we make and how much freedom we actually have in making them. The families we are born to and how we're raised, the experiences we go through, the people we love, the horrors we witness, the traumas we sustain. The scars on our souls. How we cope with them after.

Manacled was exceptional in the way it laid it all out, like surgical instruments on an operating table, naked under the scorching, unforgiving light of the surgical lamps. It's saying, look. This is what war is. Here's what it looks like. Here's how people suffer, for no reason. All of these things, they have happened.

I think about the second world war. I think about the Stalin regime. The GULAGs. Unit 731. Comfort women. The way all the horrors you can imagine have happened. They've happened to people. They're continuing to happen now.

And it's saying this is what it does to people. This is how they've had to survive, these are the things they've had to do to save their loved ones from horrible death, to keep them safe from things worse than death. Some were lucky, some were aided. Some had to sell their souls. In a war, there are no winners. The ugliest monstrosities human beings are capable of show themselves and inflict misery on everyone.

And this is how it could have happened to them. This is who they could have become, who they'd have to become to survive those circumstances, and what would be left of them afterwards. It's wonderful they could find happiness afterwards, even despite how claustrophobic, codependent, distorted and hurtful their relationship looks to us. Despite all the awful things Draco had done, all the blood on his hands, all his anger and coldness. Despite the fragile mess that remained of Hermione. Despite the mental, emotional, and physical wounds they've sustained. They are two very broken people, exhausted and stripped bare to their bones, chewed up and spitted out by the war. Never to be acknowledged for all their sacrifices and torment by the world they did so much to save. But they have each other, and they love each other, and they are happy. They are finally safe, far from it all, at peace. They get the rest of their lives to enjoy each other, and that's more than enough for them.

Yet I also think of Aurore, of James. Of all the orphans this war produced. Of all the children born to the surrogates, the ones left behind, the ones who stayed with their mothers. Their psyches, who they'll grow up to be, how they'll find out the circumstances of their birth, who their fathers were and what they did to their mothers.

I think of the surrogates. Those poor girls sold to vicious men, violated over and over, raped and impregnated, tortured with multiple miscarriages, births, saddled with children from their rapists, treated as livestock, broken down and degraded in the cruelest ways possible. How would they ever recover? How does life continue after something like that?

I think of the victims of Sussex, stripped of their humanity, tortured, begging to be killed rather than suffer another second of the wretched existence they've come to.

I think of all the people who were made complicit in crimes they never intended to commit. All the ways they've transformed into people they'd never have recognised, all the actions they took in the impossible circumstances they were in. Actions they surely never imagined themselves taking, not in the worst of scenarios. I think of how none of us know how we would have acted under similar circumstances, what we'd be pushed to do out of fear, of desperation, of pain, of hunger, of love. To save ourselves, to protect the people we hold most dear and see them live another day, or to cut their suffering short.

And how even after the nightmare is finally over, it's not. It's often just the beginning of a new, much longer one. The dust settles, the dead are given a resting place, the war has ended but. But.

People who survived unspeakable horrors are tried and charged for the things they did to survive. Judged and made to explain themselves to a jury made up of people who've most likely never been in their shoes, who couldn't even begin to comprehend what it was like.

The adrenaline rush doesn't come anymore. There's so much time. Your body and mind are no longer protected by the need to function in high stress situations. You begin to crash, drown in the aftermath of everything you've been through. You feel you might get swallowed whole by the grief, the terror, the loss. You don't know how to function in a normal world again. Everyone seems to move on, settle into their new lives, but you're stuck. You're still there, you're terrified of moving. You fear if you dare to exhale it'll all shatter around you.

The ripples of the war won't still for generations to come.

[good-beans]

hi beans!!! I saw your tags on my poll and I have to ask... Murder Swap AU for milgram??? 👀👀👀👀

I am very intrigued and I don't know if you've mentioned it somewhere before but I'd love to learn more about it if that's okay!! 💜

(also random side note thank u for ur lovely comments about my ocs they make me smile so much awawaaa okay bye--)

Ahhh yes!! ☺️Thanks for asking wahh, I didn't realize people would be curious ;-; Unfortunately it's not any kind of fully fleshed out au story or anything, just something that I have one post about and personally bounce around in my head a lot. It's a fun character exercise for me, seeing what's core to a character, what's a core to a crime, and the similarities/differences between the prisoners. It was supposed to have fun art for it, but somebody keeps putting it off *gives myself a pointed look*

The original post is here, though this has nudged me to make some updates! With their new videos, I now know more to modify Shidou/Mahiru's. It was necessary because of the ages, but I wasn't satisfied with Kotoko's, so I gave her another one here. And Kazui/Haruka's changed now that I have a clearer idea of Kazui's crime. (I know Cat isn't out yet but when I wrote the first post I thought Kazui's murder had been neglect-based -- he left his wife in the path of danger and wasn't there to help because they'd drifted apart. Now that I've looked deeper into his story I see it's different...)

Doctor Mahiru is very much the same, except this time she did start her family with her boyfriend/now husband -- she has the older daughter and younger son she always dreamed of. They're like a picture out of a magazine, or her romance novels. The perfect happy family. And then the accident strikes, and she has sixteen days to make a choice to save one of them by sacrificing another. She was also taking organs from patients prior to this, but saw everything through her painfully optimistic lens. She was saving lives. She was the perfect mother, perfect wife, perfect doctor. It isn't until she does the same to her own family that she realizes what a horrible act she's been committing.

Shidou is deeply and madly in love with his girlfriend he met when moving to the city, but he still has a tendency for deception and distraction. (He mentions in one of his questions that his wife takes charge with a lot of the care at home and he relies on her) in the au, he'd be equally reliant on her but always painting things perfectly. He twists truths and hides mistakes to convince her everything is perfect, even though she's struggling with her own pain and seeing the cracks in their relationship. He hears her mention suicidal thoughts, but buries them -- and any trace of negativity -- with grand stretched truths of how perfect everything is. He ignores the signs until it's too late.

(Half the fun is the aesthetic swapping, but I realized that Shidou's also works if he was still a doctor lol. He's so caught up in monitoring her physical health every time she complains of struggling, but doesn't take into account her mental strain. He treats her like a patient, only looking at physical symptoms, misleading her and himself about the reality of her emotions)

So yeah, I originally needed Kotoko to swap with Yuno since the other girls are too young (and Mahiru was already taken). Still, it felt weird removing her drive for justice, especially seeing how Harrow/Deep Cover hints that she lives for this purpose alone. I realized she could be cool to swap with Shidou -- and she protects the weak by saving everyone no matter the cost. She believes in her heart that the ends justify the means every time. She will be the fang for those who can't advocate for themselves, that's justice to her. I've seen some theories about lost family members as the wolves in her mv, so it would be those people in her "pack" that she kills/saves to make her second guess her work.

Haruka always had trouble expressing his emotions. Though his parents weren't outright abusive, they didn't know how to deal with any neurodivergence in their children, and couldn't help him when he had trouble communicating. They force him to take up theater in school to help him open up, but it only makes him better at acting and hiding his true self. He's awkward and shy, but found that lying could save him from many unwanted circumstances. He constantly lies to his sister as he grows more distant from his family. She discovers the shocking truth to one of these, leading to an emotional confrontation. After so much time bottling himself up, hiding behind masks, the only way he manages to communicate is in an explosive way, and the accident ensues.

And okay, I said it jokingly at first, but I actually think it'd work if Es and Jackalope swapped. The knowledgeable voice of the project is calm and serious. Es remains mysterious, and tells us to take our duty very seriously. But of course we haven't 100% done that -- an anime's fandom is definitely better portrayed by the cheeky rabbit willing to make judgements for whatever personal reasons come to mind first

[theemporium]

daniel's comment was disappointing but i'm not surprised. especially because we all know that basically every driver on the grid would say the exact same shit

like i love lando, alex, kevin, valtteri and the whole lot, but i'm not gonna pretend like they wouldn't say (or at least feel) the exact same thing as daniel if it were their team principals or bosses. and like the amount of people i've seen saying that daniel should kill himself over a poorly worded, stupid comment... yeah, they might have a lot more in common with that asshole of a workplace bully horner than they'd like to think

also this is not to say that daniel shouldn't be criticized. it's just so annoying and disappointing that this has all turned into a whole stan thing of "omg your fave driver sucks!!" instead of a serious conversation about the struggles that women in motorsports face. like i already saw this coming when the investigation first went public, and people were cheering like "red bull downfall!! best day of my life!!". a woman bravely making a complaint about her boss being controlling and a bully was made into a celebration for all the wrong reasons, and it really just pisses me off that people can't look past their stan lenses to see the seriousness of a situation

(also this is not about you at ALL, babes, and if you do not want to post this, then you really do not have to at all either ❤️)

no no, I completely agree with you!! it’s incredibly disappointing to see daniel’s comment in the same way it was to see lando’s response a few years back about the fans who got life bans after harassing female fans at races. it just makes you wanna shake these boys a bit until some common sense and general empathy reaches them.

but it shouldn’t make people stop focusing on the real problem. that poor woman was so brave and risked her whole career, and despite over 100 pieces of evidence, it was still shoved to the side like nothing. I can’t even begin to imagine how heartbreaking and disappointing and frustrating it must feel for her to know the likes of christian horner get to keep his job and continue on like nothing is wrong. it’s disgusting, truly and I want to hope that there’s still time for justice to be served because it’s what that woman deserves.

and not to compare the situations (because they are both horrific and disgusting) but it reminds me a little of the hockey canada situation when the five players’ names were revealed. instead of focusing on this horrific thing happening and the fact it has been ignored for so many years, people treated it like a competition of “my team could never!” or “my favourite player would never do this!”. and that isn’t the fucking point of it all.

the point is that situations like these keep occurring to women in sports, whether they are working in the sport or just happen to have these interactions with people high up in the sport, and the whole thing gets turned into a joke rather than focusing on it being a reoccurring problem. it’s disgusting. it’s vile. it’s horrible that these people are being protected by huge industries whilst the women in the situation are forced to risk everything and get no justice in return.

have your opinions on the drivers’ comments on the situation—god knows I’m insanely disappointed and frustrated with them too.

but please, for the love of everything holy, do not forget the bigger picture. do not forget the people who’ve actually committed the crimes. do not let this get brushed under the rug like they are trying so hard to do.

do not let these victims’ stories be reduced to a few jabs at your least favourite team or driver or player.

[squeiky]

Go tired of seeing "old hedgehog" designs of sonic and shadow with them just having greyed out quills and decided to do something about it

So yeah qpr sonadow (yeah shadow is 50+ fucking finally. Im considering giving him a cane. An asthetic or an actual one idk. Maybe both?)

Sonic grew his quills out (wanted a kind of longhair rockstar kinda hair thing idk if i achiebed i though. Also still unsure on what he'd wear so i just slapped on his sa2 beach costume and added sandals (and possibly socks).

(Oh and there a scar from the Mephiles blast on his stomach- as well as top surgery scars because of course he had top surgery its sonic)

(Oh and also the "old lady swagger" sonic is just him crossdessing/going lady mode because he always rocks the look )

Shadow styled/shortend his quills and i put him in a nice black collared sweater. He wears glasses because my guy has eye problems

(Btw. Im horrible at telling ppls ages so if they dont feel old then idk what to tell you guys i have no idea what aging is at this point)

Then, instead of simply making old yaoi i ended up getting obbessed (and happy) and started making everyone old

So next up was amy and Blaze. (Silver is here too)

I think theyre a little bit on the younger side of the old yaoi? I did consider the fact that some people age differently (some look older whilst others look younger) so Amy and Silver got the more "youthful-ish" complexion whilst Blaze and Espio got the more older one.

Thoughhh im still working on their design. I can always make older old lady Amy (now that i think about it i should 100% make Amy a granny looking buff woman because i feel like thats beautiful)

Either way amy and Blaze kept their uh.. "hair" short. Amy still wears supergirly clothes and Blaze wears more masculine type clothes nothing else.

Next is espilver

You cant sue me for making Silver a short king menace to society.

Not really much on design so far other than Silver is way more plump (pearshaped) now because life got better, and Espio is taller because what is he if not a tree?

Ask them how they met? It was at bowling. Why bowling? Its because thats less weird then "was investigating the multiple crimes husbando commited and ended up getting said yet-to-be husbando arrested, but after he got out we totally fucked"

Yeah

Oh, and because i couldnt choose, Espio is trans AND intersex! Yeah!

Also Amy is silvers ex (Silver has like.. 2 exes... Possibly more?)

And then theres everyone else who arent a "ship" persay:

So i call this the moreso young adult group with Tails, Charmy, Ray and Cream.

Tails (in college) and Charmy (not in college) obviously hang out and play videogames.

Cream, because when she was little she didnt get invited to fight deadlt monsters, grew up, and decided shes going to fight deadlt monsters. So i tried to make her a cool suit but idk.. it needs reworking cause the whole "secret agent" vibe works! But not the way i like.

Rouge is forever foxynand will continue to be the most attractive woman on planet earth no matter what age. Shes also still a meance to socitey and we will forever love the jewel thief (old) woman.

Knuckles doesnt cut his quills so those shits are LONG hes also old as well but idk what he'd wear

And yes Metal (also Chaos) is here too. Metal is a bit rusty (literally) but overall well kept and fancy. I think eggman would be dead by now, so i gave it a crown on its ears to symbolize how it took over i guess.

OKAY SHIPKIDS:

Blaze x Amy ( bio kid): Flare (was thinking "Spark" because of the love idea but idk yet)

Espio x Silver (bio-kid): Greybell

And then heres the fun part:

So Sonic and Shadow dont function like the others here, in that- while saving the world and whatnot, every so often they'd either find a kid following them (similarly to Amy and Tails back in the days) or save a kid during their whole adventure.

The first time this happened was just Luca (a black jaguar) who followed Sonic during one his little solo adventures and Sonic was like "do you have parents i can take u back too" and she was like "nah" so of course, after seriously looking for her parents through ppl with database accesses like tails and rouge, he was like "u wanna stay with me?" And Luca was like "YEAH!"

And then Sonic called Shadow like "Shadow do u want kids" and which he replied "what?" And then suddenly they adopted Luca. This is how it began.

Eventually, as one grew up, theyd find another, and then another and then well now they have like 11 kids in total.

Now, after ALL of this, they took a break and after that years worth of a break were like "wanna make a kid? Like for the challenge of having to that from scratch"

And sonic was like "what?"

So they hit up the labs and made a bio kid who is 2 months old and is the most hectic fucking thing theyve ever had to deal with so thanks for the prior 10 experinces (alas they do not compare to the mega menace)

[maskednihilism]

@shrineofprophecy

It did eat at the thief. There wasn't a lot he regretted in life. Even when he did some horrible things Sampo took it with stride. But Belobog.. this planet changed him. Ever so slightly.

On quiet evenings like this he would come to the little workshop. He's done this pilgrimage before. But he would always stop short at the corner. Green eyes would stare at the door. Regretfully reminiscing about happier times. Oh how he and the shop owner would laugh and laugh. Sometimes they'd argue over the stupidest things, like how to best fix a heater. Or who swiped the last morsel of roasted olm.

It was always Serval.

Those days seemed like they wouldn't end. At least until he found himself pushed out of the workshop one day.

You wanted info from my brother didn't you?! Am I just a toy to you?! Get out, don't bother me.

The thief did want to use her while he got accustomed to the planet. But those days filled him with joy. It was the closest to true elation this Masked Fool got. He did also commit crimes on the side, that also wasn't untrue. But to turn on her? Goodness he could never. His heart ached when he tried.

But he couldn't fight against her words. Everything she was told about him was true. And it came from her dear little brother. Sampo knew better than to try and fight that bond.

It still hurts however. He still remembers how she looked just as the door shut. She was hurt too. Maybe even more than he was.

This Masked Fool certainly lived up to the name. Here he was, standing and looking listlessly as if something would change. As if she'd walk out that door and accept his untrue nature and let it slide.

He was a fool. 

[snootlestheangel]

Can we get more bout Truck please

I love all your OCs dude they are the best

This honestly took so long at first, but I am really excited to share this! Truck is my big boy!

I'm gonna break this up actually, cause his backstory got way out of hand from my original thing so I'm gonna do a quick physical description/some of his little quirks before I get into the mess of his life!

He's probably like 42 in my head, so old compared to most of the Shadows but close to Graves's age. Around 5'8", broad build, an absolute unit of a man, hooked nose that has been very clearly broken several times, left ear is a cauliflower ear from a fight he got into as a teen, green eyes, looks angry all the time, has so many callouses on his hands and knuckles, so many scars from fights on his face. Those are little scars, but they're still there. GINGER TRUCK!! He so ginger in my head now and it makes me so happy!

Family: Momma is still alive, and he calls/writes her regularly, visits when he can. Pops died not long after he joined, which hurt like hell but he stayed on his course. His family supported him the whole way through. He's got two sisters, both younger, and he'd commit some pretty bad war crimes if anything bad ever happened to either of them. Surprisingly, he's married. He loves his wife but never talks about her; his life is his and not anyone else's. They don't have kids (yet? can't decide if I want him to have kids or not) but they do have 2 shelter dogs they adopted, and they're the cutest freaking things.

Hates anything carbonated, like sodas and stuff. Either drinks water with a little bit of lemon in it or straight black coffee. Doesn't do sweets (unlike Ness and Flash who live off of sweet stuff). Generally keeps a really good diet and workout routine when he's not in his shop. Such a routine oriented guy that it could only take 2 days to learn his full routine. Day two is just to verify everything.

As I've said before, he struggled a lot in school. It wasn't just his dyslexia (that he didn't know he has until sometime after joining); it was his anger issues. He was constantly getting into fights as a teenager. He had been bullied a lot as a kid. He's a ginger, so already was an easy target for bullying, but then you add that he was really poor compared to a lot of kids in the area, and he just became prime bully real estate. That is until he hit puberty and got tougher and stronger. Then he became a bully to his bullies.

He had to pick up a job in high school to afford lunch, and life was just really difficult in general for him. His parents were incredible people, he still has such a great relationship with his momma, but it doesn't change how difficult life had been for him.

His Pops taking him under his wing and teaching him mechanic things was a huge respite from all the icky stuff life threw at him. He got to spend quality time with his dad, which he rarely got to do as a kid cause of how much the man worked. He got to learn in a way that didn't stress him out and make his head hurt. He got to do things and sometimes his strength was necessary to get something fixed. The mechanic shop and the time with Pops probably saved Truck from getting into much more serious trouble as a teenager, so he feels he owes his Pops his life.

He has a lot of ways to cope with his anger issues that don't lead to either self destruction or hurting others. It's actually why he joined the military in the first place. He was once told by a really horrible teacher that if he didn't "shape up and start acting right" then he'd get shipped off to the army and they'd set him right. It was meant to be demeaning, kind of a way for the teacher to tell him that he's too stupid for the real world, the only people that would take him is the army. But for Truck? Free food, free housing, free education (should he want to try his luck at that again), a lot of benefits like insurance and stuff? Hell, decent pay??? Sign him the fuck up!

Not to mention, he wanted the military to shape him up, to make him "act right". You think other people don't like dealing with his anger issues? He loathes his anger issues. It cost him a lot of good friends and ruined trust with a lot of people cause he'd blow up over something stupid and the relationship would never recover. He ended up in the hospital one too many times (literally only once but given his family's financial issues, it was too many), and that was a low point for his family. He believes/knows it's his fault, and the guilt still hangs around.

The assignment that got him on Graves's radar for Shadow Company is actually how he met his wife. It was several years ago, probably around 6-8 years, but his wife was one of the nurses on staff that helped patch up the unit afterwards. Truck wasn't injured but she had been so worried and insisted on examining him. His teammates tried to discourage her from pushing him, cause he's got a super short temper, but they all were shook when he simply said "Okay, fine." and allowed her to examine him.

He insisted on getting in touch with her afterwards because "she's the one person that can push all my buttons and I'll never blow a fuse" *catch me crying in the corner over this fire sentence that I wrote*

Anyways, that's our boy Truck!!! I love him to death even more so now!!

[luverie]

you should tell us everything about reneé i thin k. they’re so ❤️

Really ?? really !!!! You want to hear about Renee for real omg . Smiles

She started off as just this weird ironic character that id doodle when I had time on my hands , but I quickly realized that I was getting A Tad Bit too attached to them (as one does) so naturally i thought she deserved some fleshing out

Their backstory is pretty consistent up until she meets Ellie (I'll get into that in a bit) and goes as follows:

Ren spent her formative years as a fugitive and moved place to place, committing the petty crime here and there . She had an affinity for technology and complex computer systems which caught the attention of some weird little crime syndicate and she was recruited by the time she was 16 (she would already be under the law's radar at this point and kind of didn't have a choice) as their engineer and spy , and earned her money from espionage gigs !

She cut them off after being sent to the wall when an infiltration mission against the Toppats went horribly wrong (aka . Being recruited and pretending to be a member , I can go into detail about that another time though @_@. it would make a little more sense for her to be sent to some prison- but if the wall can capture Henry in for crimes he was pardoned for, i don't think that this is much of a problem lol). and that's where she met Ellie !!

They'd frequent little meetups during breaks and would eventually grow to trust each other enough to escape together . And they were inseparable thereafter

Here is where it starts to get a bit weird because I wanted to incorporate some Henry timeline-alternating shenanigans in there ... So I decided that the circumstances of their relationship depends on the ending pursued . So like how Ellie is destined to cross paths with Henry , she would also be destined to meet Ren !

Take Toppat Recruits for example ... Ren would still be in the clan by the time Ellie and Henry joins ... The three of them would bond ... Ren/Ellie relationship nonsense .

In any ending where Ellie doesn't ally with Henry , she and Ren run away together and live in a cabin or something . good for them

[kazylgon]

1, 5, 12 for each of your OCs for the ask game! :3

:3c

hoo boy this got kinda long

1. Who are they closest to? How did they meet and what do they like to do together?

(lots of broad strokes for this one because i'm still figuring a lot of these details out)

Rin: NO ONE. Rin is close to NO ONE. She is a LONE WOLF who doesn't need ANYBODY!... It's Talynn, but she'll never admit it. They met when Talynn got caught up in a crime Rin committed, likely some kind of theft. Rin was getting chased by authorities, passed off the stolen goods to Talynn to get away, Talynn ran, and Rin later tracked her down later to get her stuff back. They've been unable to get rid of each other ever since. Their favourite things to do together are getting into trouble/literally anything other than that depending on who you ask.

Talynn: Her parents. They were Mighty Heroes and the moments she cherished the most were when they'd hold her close, let her hold their weapons, and tell her stories based on their exploits.

Scraps: Physically? Rin, Talynn, and Zedd. Emotionally? No one. Scraps does not care for people beyond how they can contribute to Scraps' experiments.

Zedd: The first thing Zedd remembers is waking up in a hole in the ground and wandering along the nearest road until he was taken in by a family of traveling tinkers. They taught him everything he knows about people, the world, morality, and so on. He stayed with them for several months until they arrived at the first big city he'd encountered, at which point he got hopelessly lost for several weeks and by the time he regained his bearings they'd moved on. He loved playing hide and seek with the family's two children (he was amazing at hiding, terrible at seeking) and "helping" their parents with their tinkering work. (His help was quickly reduced to 'hold the pliers, sit over there, and hand me the pliers when I ask for them' but it was still important work in his mind)

5. How affectionate are they? What are their top love languages?

Rin: Not very. She was conceived and raised for the sole purpose of serving as a magical battery for her mother, then ran away and lived on the streets of various cities, so her emotional availability to give and receive affection is...basically zero. Rin spending any time with someone without having a plan to escape and/or murder them is serious affection coming from her.

Talynn: Touch and acts of service. Talynn wants to hug everyone and run her fingers through their hair and do whatever she can to make their lives easier. She wants to be the kitten right at the centre of the big kitty pile. But she has self worth issues, and occasionally transforms into a barely controllable monster with a hunger for warm flesh. So she rarely indulges in giving/receiving affection for fear of not being deserving of it and/or horribly maiming the person she's getting close to.

Scraps: Scraps can seem very affectionate. Scraps will curl up on people's laps at a moment's notice the instant the temperature starts dropping, and Scraps will show interest in whatever it is someone is doing and will seem engaged and ask all manner of questions, and various other things that might seem affectionate. But there's no emotional component to this. Literally every single thing Scraps does is to serve their own survival and further their own knowledge/experiments. The closest thing Scraps has to a love language is involving someone in an experiment while also ensuring said person doesn't get horribly maimed.

Zedd: There's so much affection in this idiot. He just wants to be loved and love other people in turn, doesn't matter the love language. If you express affection at him he will return in in the same way tenfold. Give him a gift and you'll start finding your pockets filled with all manner of random stuff that reminded him of you. Perform an act of service for him and you could ask him to kill someone for you and he'll probably do it if you say please a few times.

12. Are they hot-headed or even-tempered? What frustrates them the most?

Rin: The hottest of hot heads. Emotional regulation? Fuck off and die. Anger is a binary setting for her; she's either not angry and everything is fine, or she's angry and someone might die. Her biggest frustration? People trying to control or manipulate her. You try and gaslight her and the only light being shed will be from your body after she sets you on fire.

Talynn: She seems very cool and in control and even tempered but that's mostly just the dissociation. There's such a chasm between Talynn and her emotions (because of the whole turning into a flesh eating monster when angry or scared) because she's trying so very, very hard to not feel anything. She can deal with any frustration almost indefinitely as long as it's coming from an external source, but the second it comes from herself or her own thoughts or actions it's a major source of frustration, the flesh eating monster thing is undoubtedly her biggest frustration in life.

Scraps: Scraps approaches every situation in life with the same calm, cold logic. Scraps is in perfect control of Scraps' emotions at all times. Nothing frustrates Scraps, every possible frustration is just another exciting puzzle to solve.

Zedd: He's very even tempered in that he barely knows what's going on most of the time. He can be prone to random mood swings because of this, as when he actually beings to understand what's going on he can unexpectedly start Feeling Things about things, and occasionally those feeling come from a place hidden by his amnesia.

hurrrghghghg okay i think that's everything

[kindestegg]

This has kind of floated around my mind once or twice and I have now decided to maybe post on it... it is, ahem, interesting rather even intriguing and puzzling to me to say the least that it seems that in some people's minds, collector being a child is a disservice to their character and makes them less interesting, which is often why they try to fight tooth and nail to claim otherwise despite there being plenty of evidence out there.

But what I want to get at is that I simply disagree with this notion: to me, them being a child is far more interesting than them being some adult trickster like so many we have seen before. Now, as for how the general overview of the fandom seems to reflect that notion, I will agree that surface level the "iPad kid/kid on minecraft creative mode" memes can get quite grating, Specially when they drown out any analytical thought exercises on the character.

But even admitting to the futility of such material, a better look will prove that there also quite a lot of artists who make that concept work and theorists who dive quite well into the implications of it, and those memes are just that- memes, bound to exist in any fandom because it was never theyre meant to fully summarize a character well anyway, just be funny.

Speaking anecdotally also, I remember when I was first introduced to collector way back in hollow mind, and though I adored his character even then, my first thought was not that he was a child, but rather that this was some ambiguously aged fun trickster chaotic creature like many I had seen before, which pleased me either way because I like this character archetype! And thus for a brief period I did enjoy the character as that, not considering they'd be a child, and though I had fun with the concept of them, I didn't have many deep thoughts on them just "hahha chaotic weirdo funny".

That is... until I read someone's post suggesting he could be a child. And once I actually took that suggestion in and considered it, it shattered my mind and my heart soon followed after. I remember the rant I gave in the spoiler channel of my group chat, franctly rambling about how this changed everything. "Thats... thats a child" I repeated, bewildered by the sheer potency of the implications. An adult can be truly horrible, commit crimes with no remorse and be judged fully by their capacity to know and understand what they have done, because the development stages of an adult are insanely different than those of a child.

But a child? A child can be every inch as horrible, surely, but with the key difference that a child is growing, has room to grow and is more likely to want to change. You cannot judge a child the same way you would an adult, their mindsets are entirely different. And with a character such as the collector, that gains a striking contrast. A character that is aiding in something as horrible as killing the population of an entire country, but that equally is motivated by the need to play, to be free, and when that character is a child... it just adds to it.

Children need stimulation. They need to discover the world and play, this helps them develop, helps them understand the world around them and learn concepts such as empathy, the view of the other, the passing of time, the changing of the environment... but a child stuck in an unmoving prison that arguably even stunts their aging is not getting any of that. Perpetual prison already messes up real life adults who can age and die in prison. Imagine what it does to a child that is unable to even age and die to escape.

It adds this layer of tragedy to the character, because while you could argue an adult at the very least would be someone you wish some kind of psychological torture on, its much harder to justify that for a child, one with room to grow and change and who has such simple desires as "play" and "freedom". Because while you can empathize as we were all once children who just wanted to play and may have made mistakes or even hurt others in young ages, you also understand such power cannot be left unattended. It's a situation that requires a delicate balancing act to even approach where to go with the character from now.

Were he an adult, the choices would be much easier: just get rid of this arrogant silly grown man who acts like a child and yells he wants to play already, after all, we have seen grown men who act on childish whims and know how annoying they can be and how often they awaken rage in us. Doesn't matter how you do it, just get rid of him! Who needs some annoying grown man pretending to be a kid!

But embracing the fact he's a child... that is much different. How do you navigate a character that's committed such crimes but that also is very much able to grow and change and be persuaded only with the promise of friendship and playing? How do you begin to approach a child with such insane powers and with such a frightening history? Would you risk talking to them? Asking question about them? What if they tire of you or get annoyed? And would you not also stop and think about how miserable he could have been through all he has been through? Is that not sad either? Whatever the case... there's not an easy path to take with this character, and that adds to the insane level of uncertainty around them and what we could expect to happen to them and to the others around them in the following specials.

In a way, i get it. I get why some fans might want to see collector as a childish adult: they want another menacing villain other than belos that they can point at, they want a truly terrifying final boss that challenges the pre conceived notion belos would be the big bad at the end, and I can respect that. It's a simple but effective visual of a chaotic trickster god that challenges the worldview of the characters in the series, that makes them feel small, but if that character is a child looking for friendship, that defeats that visual and brings it down to a level of delicate balance that is very different from the terrifying final boss they want. They're not interested in the tragedy of it. And that's fine. But I still argue that them being a child is the far more interesting scenario, and it's also the most likely one, judging by the evidence we do have so far.

[pharahsgf]

I'm glad you liked the HuaLian relationship while reading TGCF, but I'm curious, were you into any other ships while reading or did you not like any side pairings? Don't want to be That Guy but there's some discourse about it and I'm curious where you stand, lol.

everyone look away i'm about to talk about shipping in the year of our lord 2022

feng xin and mu qing are like two halves of the same entity but comedic potential aside i cannot imagine looking at how they interact and being like omg they'd make such a cute couple! bc if they ever dated they'd probably make it like two days before having a huge public fight and proceeding to not speak for months until xie lian forces them to make up and say sorry.

beefleaf/shuangxuan have a super interesting relationship but i think turning it into a romance undermines the complexity of their respective feelings & is necessarily out of character for at least he xuan, considering he had a whole ass fiancée who died a horrible death for the sake of shi qingxuan's happiness

idk if people ship qi rong with anyone but it probably sucks

what else is there

cannot care about the token lesbian ships w ling wen and some female character she's never talked to, if you asked her out she'd probably be like do i look like i have time for that & go back to her 2784 unfinished administrative tasks. i can't even ot3 her with pei ming & shi wudu bc that would mean giving the 'wahh she slept her way to the top' crowd a leg to stand on and that's an even greater crime than her being 5'11" and single.

the audacity of shipping pei ming with anyone when he would rather bite his own arm off than enter a committed relationship.

pei ming x yushi huang as anything but him having a pathetic crush while she continues to be unaware & unbothered is a crime against humanity but xuan ji x yushi huang is.... somehow worse like at least pei ming is polite to her... miss yushi huang you don't need these losers please call me i'm free on weekends i would treat you RIGHT

i don't think yin yu and quan yizhen is a winning combo yin yu doesn't respect quan yizhen and finds his personality frustrating and quan yizhen doesn't understand yin yu at all

it has come to my attention that some people ship xie lian and jun wu. these people have problems in their life and cannot be trusted.

actually ling wen x jian lan supremacy the scene where jian lan accuses ling wen of being her baby daddy is one of the funniest scenes in that arc and jian lan could be the hot secretary ling wen never knew she needed

hualian stay winning