#combined with showing that he's figured out how to manipulate people and situations to his advantage

[gloriousmonsters]

this has no basis in anything but i can't shake the idea of ganondorf just being an incredibly reticent teenager (going along with my now-stuck headcanon of him being very isolated as a kid) who spent a ton of time just sort of observing people and absorbing information, who then around the age of stepping up to more active/public kingship was like 'okay I've done that stage, time to sink all those skill points i accumulated into charisma, manipulation and theatrics' which he views as a perfectly normal progression but seemed kind of sudden and bizarre from the outside. what I'm saying is that the original form of Nabooru's 'i don't know you any more, you are not the man I knew' was 'dude what the fuck weren't you an introvert'

[amymbona]

I love you so much. Seriously, you are so precious.

Can we address the fact that art can be so mean? Like, that sauna scene is so extra and wild. The meanest boy ever with literally no reason.  So I was thinking about a reader, being actually a good girl, kind and shy and nice and pretty and everybody just loves her and art is going bananas over it because he can't stand her, and he's so mean and manipulative and kinda crazy kinda want her to "show her true colors 'cause he's not buying the good girl act" kinda wants her to be his, but after he MAKES HER his. Molding that pretty thing to behave how he wants.  sorry if you can't match my freak it's fine it's cool I won't cry :( 

User I love you so so so much *kisses your forehead* 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 I'll definitely match your 𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔨. That's what I'm here for! Perhaps I could make this a little series. 🤭🤭

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Art is so crazy for you. He adores the thin ribbons at the end of the braids you usually wear, tied into two neat bows. He has the collection of your plaid miniskirts etched into his mind, knowing exactly what kind of low cut tops you combine with them. Sometimes, you're dressed in so little clothing - one of your short skirts and a stupidly thin blouse that shows more than it hided - that he questions whether you're still comfortable, and considers offering you a hoodie of his.

You're a kind soul too, not hesitating to lend people your pens if their runs out of ink and stops writing, generously offering whatever the person next to you might need. Somehow, you seem to carry whatever could be missing. You're so soft spoken, encouraging people and comforting them if their exam doesn't go well, always laying your palm on a person's shoulder to rub it and bring them a sense of comfort. And people adore you for that, their faces shine when they spot you in the corridor and you smile at them. You are the Stanford's sweetheart.

And sometimes, Art can't help himself but stare at you in the class, chewing onto the end of his pen, wondering whether that smile is permanently etched onto your face. Because even now, when you're simply sitting and listening to the lecture, there is such an aura of grace and easiness glowing around you, as if you were made to convince the whole class that they have nothing to worry about and everything is going to be okay. You're simply too soft for your age, in his eyes, too benign for the people you hang out with a too gracious in general. All, as if you were hoping to get something in return, even though you never ask for it.

Art is tempted to find a crack in your shell, to discover who you really are, because he's definitely not buying the good girl act. So he gets to work. Being Art Donaldson, he approaches the whole situation cautiously, surprising himself with his own patience. However, he's aware that if he really wants to get as close to you as possible, it's gonna take some time. Even despite your friendliness, you surely can't be naive enough to let him in with a simple smile.

He is a mastermind, of sorts, accidentally forgetting his pens or erasers and asking to borrow one from you. You respond with a usual smile and a soft "Of course," and let your fingers graze his palm when you hand him one. He's so tempted to keep it by the end of the lecture, as if to keep a part of you with himself. But he can't do that yet.

Slowly, Art figures out most of your schedule, showing up in the cafeteria or the campus' park where you might currently be. Some hi's and hello's are exchanged between the two of you, accompanied by a cute smile on your face. The more you smile at Art, actually, the more he is tempted to wipe that expression off of your face. He wants to see you cry, to see you scream and whine and beg and yell, to finally see the walls you've built up around yourself fall and uncover your true self.

Soon, without actually planning it, Art becomes obsessed with you. But not with the gentleness or your actions, nor the generosity of your innocent soul. Definitely not with your kind smile and big eyes. On the contrary, he wants to see them fill with tears, he wants them to be red and glossy while they look at him. He wants you to either encourage him to keep hurting you or beg him to stop, squirm and whine and protest, that you can't take all the pain he's about to give you. As long as you are below him, helpless and vulnerable, he will be content with his doings.

[gnomewithalaptop]

I am once again thinking about my Reverse Falls plot bunny where Canon!Dipper switches places with his Rev Falls counterpart

Just hear me out! Like -- the dynamics would be so good. Because in either universe, the twins know each other better than anybody else, right? They've known each other their entire lives! So they'd obviously realize something was up pretty quickly, but the way that goes down would vary wildly depending on the combo you've got going on

That's why I really want Canon!Dipper in the Reverse universe -- out of the two of them, I definitely think he could "fake it til you make it" a bit longer than Mabel, but I also think the potential dynamics between him and Rev!Pacifica and Rev!Gideon would be fascinating to see play out. Cause like, let's be real: that kid can hold some grudges, and he's pretty pessimistic when it comes to people and second chances (at least compared to Mabel). I can see him having a really hard time wrapping his head around the personality shifts and trusting Pacifica and Gideon with anything -- which would only make things harder, since they'd already be predisposed to hating his guts. But also, just the idea of Dipper trying to navigate a strange world where his family is full of manipulative bastards and the entire town seems terrified of him makes my inner ten-year-old extremely happy

And then the dynamics with Rev!Dipper and Canon!Mabel would be playing out in tandem with all of this. And the script is completely flipped from Canon!Dipper's, because Mabel doesn't go into this knowing something's wrong. She has to figure that out for herself from context cues, and like. I doubt "evil mirrorverse version of my brother" is going to be her first guess right off the bat. So you get extra wiggle room for Rev!Dipper to get situated as a quasi-antagonist and start screwing things up, and you get fun hijinks while Mabel and the gang make several very wrong choices about what's going on with Dipper

And like. Okay, so: I've always interpreted Reverse!Dipper as somebody who's very pragmatic -- he's very much an "ends justify the means" sort of guy. Don't get me wrong, he's not as vindictive as Canon!Gideon, but he also isn't particularly sentimental either. He's lived his whole life in "every man for himself" mode (with some small exceptions for his sister).

And then I think about combining that kind of mindset with Mabel's unstoppable wave of optimism and endless harebrained schemes where she tries to make things better for a person she doesn't even know that well. And I think about Reverse!Dipper being faced with this realization that his world is dark and cold and uncaring because that's how he relates to the world.

Let's be real: at the end of the day, both sets of twins love each other so fiercely. It's just that the Rev Falls kids have gotten caught up in all these manipulation games and power plays, and once you get caught up in that kind of cycle, it becomes harder and harder to get out again. So I can see this swap having a positive shift on both the Rev Falls kids -- taking them away from their lives and showing them that they don't have to interact with the world this way

I'm thinking about Canon!Dipper seeing the humanity in Rev!Mabel and talking to her straight the way he did to Pacifica in Northwest Mansion Mystery. I think about how she hasn't gotten to be a kid because of the Tent of Telepathy's whole Dance Mom schtick, and finally getting it impressed upon her that that isn't normal. I'm thinking about Canon!Mabel showing Rev!Dipper it's okay to trust people and let them in. That he doesn't have to treat the entire world like it's out to hurt him, doesn't need to strike first to make sure the other guy never gets a chance to

Anyway. This got so long but -- yeah. I yearn for the Gravity Falls Mirror Mirror episode that exists only in my mind

[hanafubukki]

When I saw your OT3 with Lilia and Dawn I thought for a long time about what kind of Yuu would fit them and remembered that I have a soldier! Yuu from the alternate Twisted Wonderland. And then I saw your post "The Knight of Dawn and Lilia Vanrouge as the Weapons in War " and my brain just said "Yes, that fits"

*looks at her convoluted notes with Soldier!Yuu's lore and sighs nervously* Very briefly (and omitting the world lore and part of the backstory), Yuu has been a long time soldier in the service of the Briar Valley and their fate is somewhat similar to that of Dawn and Lilia combined, but somewhat more disturbing. *looks further at the notes and tries to figure out how not to go on a 10 hour rant trying to explain everything that's going on* Was the victims of experiments in which they became immortal, was enslaved by a man who used her as living weapons, was "freed" by the King of Briar Valley in exchange for oaths of service to the BV, manipulated and co-dependent by him, lost all new friends whose deaths were not accidental, witnessed the destruction of their "home", *looks further down the list* then became certified war criminals with several revolutions, genocides, brutal murders, all to avenge their friends.

*realizes it's getting too long and tries to speed things up*

Then a few centuries of self-injury and attempts at suicide amidst loss before she gets to Twisted Wonderland and becomes an NRC student. And then there's the anxiety of meeting boys who look like their friends.

*sigh* A fitting match for Lilia and Dawn, isn't it? The level of trauma in this relationship is off the charts. But at the same time, these three are wonderfully understanding and supportive, trying to help each other through everything.

Some funny and fluff thoughts and headcanons with this family, because it's about time to end this angst.

A thought about Lilia raising Silver alone and telling him about his parents. About what a perfect knight his father was, and the recklessly suicidal mother who could single-handedly mow down a troop. ("Never, hear me, young man, never be like your mother. Unlike her, you are not immortal.")

Yuu, after returning from the past: In my world, you were my apprentice and I was attached to you. Silver: Well, in this world I'm your son and I'm attached to your image created from the old man's stories.

Also a conversation with Meleanor where she asks what Malleus was like in Yuu's world. "He cared for his people and his lands. Was just and merciful to them and harsh with the enemies of the Valley. He accomplished much for his country. His Majesty was undoubtedly a good king. Not a person."

Yuu are nerds when it comes to swords. As a soldier she is skilled with any kind of weapon, but swords have always been her favorite. She enjoys caring for them and has always wanted to build up a collection, but in her home world that was impossible. Meleanor gives Yuu the sword that will start the collection. All those years while Lilia waits for Yuu's return and Dawn's awakening with Silver, he collects a variety of swords for Yuu's collection.

Shortly before Yuu's return to the present, Meleanor orders them to pose for a portrait, saying that the descendants should know by sight those who contributed greatly to the war between fae and humans. She would never admit that she wanted Lilia to have any reminder of his spouses.

Levan was the one who insisted on teaching Malleus swordfighting. Because Yuu has proven to him more than once that a sword in skillful hands could be stronger than any magic.

In fact, no one had ever explained to Malleus all the intricacies of the situation and the Lilia x Yuu x Dawn relationship, because they thought he knew and understood everything himself. So Malleus thought for a long time that Lilia was actually married to Yuu because they had a child together, and that Dawn was their mutual friend, and that they died years ago. And then Lilia shows up with a child he calls his son and mentions in passing that Yuu and Dawn would like to see their child. Malleus asks for an explanation of what he means and then gets a pattern breaker.

Lilia keeps a huge chest filled with photo albums. Every moment of Silver's life is documented and stored to show them to Yuu and Dawn.

Silver keeps parts of his parents' uniforms in his room, which he discreetly stole from a trunk in the attic when he was 10 years old. Lilia pretends he still hasn't noticed they're missing and hasn't had a heart attack when it went missing.

Meleanor knows what Yuu went through and likes to call her "My sweet war criminal" to tease her. The people around them are starting to feel uneasy.

Lilia didn't actually plan on informing Meleonor and Levan of Yuu's return right away and wanted to delay it because the Draconia are obviously crazy. Unfortunately for Lilia, Meleonor is crazy enough to link a sleeping spell to Yuu's return and cast a huge number of signaling charms on Dawn. So within a minute of Yuu's return, Meleonor has already dropped everything she's doing, grabbed the newly awake Dawn, and is preparing to storm the NRC in search of her "sweet war criminal".

Sebek is the only one in all of Diasomnia who is the very last to find out about everything.

[Masterlist, and Weapons of War post]

Hello Anonie 🌺🌷💚

Thank you so much for sharing your Soldier!Yuu. It was such a delight to read about your Yuu. And also, please don’t be nervous to share. I would love to know more and don’t worry about the length. You can always send more than one ask or send them in one go. It’s whatever you’re comfortable with. ☺️🌺🫶

I found it interesting how your Yuu was in the service of the king of BV. Was this Levan or a different king?? Could it have been Maleficia’s husband 🤔🤔 though this does sound like an Twst Au Yuu who then comes into our twst version 🤔🤔 how very interesting.

I like how Meleanor got a family portrait of Yuu and the husbands. As a way for Lilia to always remember his family 😭😭

Lmaooo “my sweet war criminal” that’s adorable!! Yuu and the Queen can definitely be a power duo.

Poor Sebek 🤣🤣 but at least he can enjoy this chaotic family like the rest of us, and be happy he’s not in the middle of it.

[froggyliciouz]

What I think happened in the final fifteen was…

•) the Metatron did convince Aziraphale to go back to heaven because Aziraphale fell into old patterns as well as wanted it to be true that heaven actually sees worth within him

•) what he said to Crowley was the result of him falling back into those old patterns (also him just being a bit of an idiot, a traumatized idiot, but an idiot nonetheless) HOWEVER

•) what Crowley told him (as well as the kiss) ended up changing his mind about wanting to go back to heaven, but his thought process wasn’t finished in the moment the argument between them was still happening

•) the „i forgive you“ was his attempt to remind himself what side „he’s supposed to“ choose, I don‘t think it was a deliberate choice of him to hurt Crowley, I‘m not even sure he realized what he actually said in that moment (or it was too late when he did)

•) when the Metatron came back to collect Aziraphale, he was still in the progress of sorting his change of mind out

•) the struggle you see in this scene isn’t to trick the Metatron but his real struggle of choosing between the believe system ingrained into him and the one he actually adapted himself through the time:

•) he made his choice, but hasn’t figured out how to get out of this situation / how he wants to deal with the situation:

•) he realized he can’t talk himself out of it, therefore comes with the Metatron to the elevator

•) in said elevator Aziraphale figured out a plan, determined to save the world (his world):

I don’t think he lied to Crowley about his reasons to go back, nor do i think that there was some kind of miracle or poison involved to get him to go back in the first place, the manipulation through the Metatron was enough to get him to consider it.

Aziraphale wants to do the good and right thing, so when his blind faith in heaven combines with the Metatron telling him how to do the right thing (becoming archangel), him showing him appreciation in form of a promotion as well as making him (possibly false) promises to get rid of an old misunderstanding aka Crowleys fall, which Aziraphale knows wasn’t the right thing to do, so of course he took the bait.

He repeatedly clings to old beliefs and patterns, hell, he doesn’t even upgrade his wardrobe for hundreds of years. Compared to an ever fluid Crowley he was always solid and never changing, so him actively taking the chance to do something and change something about a system he has finally realized isn’t perfect or toxic even is a big part in his character arc.

And most importantly: it‘s not out of character, because the struggles of change were present. Aziraphale was unsure in his next actions, he hurt people he loves in the process and he will come to realize more and more that there’s even more changes to be made not only in a belief system that only allows black and white thinking but also in his relationship with Crowley that still suffers through said system as well as ongoing miscommunications.

[arkadiaasks]

How is Season 3 of GX trash? This is literally the TVTropes description: Season 3 is considered by many fans to be the series' start of its true highest point owing it to Jaden's Character Development, better pacing, and an overall darker tone with much more dire situations.

It's basically a bad action movie, or at least devolves into one. Or a phoned-in sequel where the author is writing for the check.

I have an extremely low opinion of Director Tsuji due to how his run of Cardfight!! Vanguard (it follows his impersonal space force villain fetish to its logical conclusion and it basically killed Vanguard as a meaningful competitor to Yu-Gi-Oh!) and a lot of the second half of GX Season 3. But basically? It's style over substance, especially as you move into the second half.

The first half is good and has decent set-up and general follow through and escalation, resulting in some really fun intense climatic Duels.

But. Basically?

The second half of the season has the writers more or less stumbling over each other's feet with regards to writing decisions. If you've ever actually watched it, the tone just gets really off kilter and doesn't even work as well as the tone for the first half of Season 3. And basically plot points (namely who or what The Supreme King exactly is changes from week to week).

Jim's sacrifice really doesn't get well built up because the Orichalcum Eye comes out of left field without build up from earlier in the season.

O'Brien's character basically gets shot to hell.

Amon and Echo basically get their heads blown out spontaneously with no real meaningful clarification that "Yes, they're dead for reals, holmes."

Shou, Edo Phoenix and Kaiser basically act in really weirdly out of character ways (yes I know why Shou does but it just comes off as edge for the sake of edge).

The show tries to clean itself up in the fourth quarter but you have a lot of 'but the damage was already done' problems, and it adds a heavily unnecessary twists of past lives I've never seen defended in a meaningful way.

GX's pacing was generally fine as it ran on "we do this for 11-13 episodes and then we complicate the plot in a new way", which is how a good production does its story for syndicated TV in Japanese animated long runners.

I'm also suspect of people who only really got into GX with Season 3 as "The real GX" as anecdotally, those types were basically bullies, transphobes, or gaslighting manipulative sexual abusers or all three combined. (But I will acknowledge this is a personal bias)

Or the types so fucking insecure about their media they need it to be Grimdark so their friends don't judge them for watching a kid's show. (At which point, my dude, drop your friends if they're gonna be shitbags to you)

And honestly, Judai's character development only works with Season 4 to contextualize the trainwreck Season 3 became (which itself was an attempt by the writers to try and get the show back to the more dramedy setting they had been shooting for for Season 1 but got shot down for reasons similar to why the Dark Signers arc turned into Kiddy Nobody Did Nuffin Wrong Town)

Season 3 is honestly just a mess, especially with Cour 3. Takegami and Yoshida and the rest of the writers were given an idea by Takahashi (the Supreme King concept) and could not figure out what they wanted to do with it.

He was simultaneously an extra dimensional ruler that already existed. A past life. Judai's trauma giving him a Batman of Zur-En-Arrh autopilot fugue state. It just wanders around in circles, and doesn't figure out what it wants to be until meaningfully at the end.

And.

Yoshida clearly not interested in the past life baggage. Or a forced / phoned-in addition of The Light of Destruction again.

Basically tosses Season 3's events into a trash can outside of broad strokes, in favor of addressing plot points from Season 1 and 2 about the main cast, and using loose ends from the first season to construct the story's endgame.

It's basically treated as a failure by the staff themselves except for it as a vehicle to do cool stuff in Season 4.

[climbing-starrs]

Okay, so. My two current obsessions are Tokyo Ghoul and MBTI (personality psychology is my special interest!!) (I know there are more accurate ones out there but you can’t~ control ~the ~obsessions~)

(*Short (and OVERSIMPLIFIED) description on MBTI in case you don’t know it, if you do, you can just skip* MBTI is Myers Briggs Type Indicator, it consists of 16 personality types. Each personality type is a combination of four different letters first letter either I or E for introvert/extrovert, second letter either N or S for intuitive/sensing, third letter either T or F for thinking/feeling and last letter either P or J for perceiving/judging.)

So Hide is my favorite character (both in Tokyo Ghoul and in the universe) and i’ve been trying to figure out his personality type. I’ve heard people say ENFP, advocate (extrovert, intuitive, feeling, perceiving) and, as most people say, ENTP, debater (extrovert, intuitive, thinking, perceiving) and I really can’t figure it out and I have no idea what I see him as!

Lets start with the first letter, I/E. Hide is DEFINITELY an extrovert, showing in the way he is outgoing and comfortable in social situations, is the type of person for festivals and clubs, is generally a people person and, most importantly, seems to gain energy from social interaction like an extrovert rather than losing energy because of social interaction and needing alone time to recharge, like an introvert.

Second letter, N/S. I’d say N, no doubt in mind. Being intuitive is signified by creativity, a need to see a deeper meaning behind things, a tendency to be less realistic in thinking and being inclined towards unrealistic, hypothetical scenarios and philosophic ideas. (Like his weird ass hypothetical questions. We all know he would be the type to ask “would you still love me if a was a worm” and it would not surprise me if he already asked Kaneki that.) I think it fits him. I just know his brain is a bouncing ball of new ideas, hypotheticals and hidden meanings.

Fourth letter, P/J. (Heh, it’s like pj’s) He is 100% a perceiver. Spontaneity and impulsivity, flexibility and open mindedness, less organized of a brain (procrastinationnnnnn~) and preferring to go with the flow over planning. Sound like Hide, eh?

Now, this far we got EN_P, but is he T or F? ENTP or ENFP? I’d argue both personality types is a good fit but we gotta determine here.

On one hand, he has an extremely high emotional intelligence (at least according to me), acts more based on feelings (letting your bestie eat your face is not exactly a rational decision) and seems to be set on preserving the social harmony, which are all typical feeler traits. On the other hand, though, he has been shown to be pretty coolheaded and logical and doesn’t seem to show all that much remorse for manipulating, lying and sabotaging. To me, he gives off both vibes :/

This also opens another debate. Is Hide hyper-empathetic and overly kind or practically an amoral sociopath? I could honestly see both. Maybe something in the middle?

It’s incredibly difficult for me to place him! What do you think and how do you view him? (Can you guess my personality type? ;D)

ANONNNNN ANONNN I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. ANON I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.

this is so fucking cool omg OKAY OKAY SO SO SO

i WHOLEHEARTEDLY agree with all of this!!! so so so so. i 100% get why f vs t!! HOWEVER. after some thinking i can almost see hide fitting ever so slightly more as enfp!

entp would in no way be inaccurate either; he's really logical and honestly super super scarily smart in how he goes about stuff. but he's also SUUPER emotionally driven throughout the story

he uses his intelligence to go through with his plans, however all of their initial motivations point towards emotion! (aka...... well, kaneki. almost everything he does is solely for kaneki rather than his own benefit) id say he leans more towards being empathetic; even if he may not show it on the outside sometimes! that's kinda how he met kaneki in the first place :]

i just recently learned about the mbti test so my thoughts may not be super accurate but that's just what came to mind!!

also for fun (again warning ive only taken this test like once), i'm gonna guess infp :O

[videogamelover99]

What is the biggest Skk mischaracterization in fics that you see that you wish was gone or some tweaks you’d like to see changed? Personally my favorite things to see in fics is Dazai’s underlying struggle with sentimentality while also being a little bit of a control freak

OH BOY OH BOY ANON I IMMEDIATELY KNEW THE ANSWER TO THIS.

Chuuya's characterization bothers the fuck outta me when it's done wrong. Dazai's too, but that fucker has masks upon masks and you can at least attribute some of the ooc behavior to that in order to enjoy the story. Chuuya? No, Chuuya is very frank about most things, so if you fuck him up it's soooo obvious.

My biggest pet peeve is probably when anyone writes Chuuya as a pining, sad mess who's relying on Dazai's approval for his own sense of worth, because it is the most prevalent mischaracterization out there and it's! So wrong!

Chuuya's feelings about Dazai (and most things where he has to question himself, in general), are hidden under such a deep level of denial that a bulldozer won't dig far enough to pull it out. He doesn't give two shits to Dazai's opinion (even if said opinion does, subconciously, influence him), because he understands where Dazai's awful outlook on the world comes from, and he thinks it's bullshit (I am begging people to read Stormbringer especially now since the official translation is out). He's not the one waiting around for Dazai to show up, he has his own life! It doesn't mean that he doesn't care, it means that he lies to himself that he doesn't care, and so any POV of Chuuya's has to account for that. His hurt about Dazai leaving would most likely diverge into "well I always knew he was an ass, it figures" rather than a hit to his own self esteem, at least on the surface. It's always important to know what feelings your character is aware of consciously vs subconsiously, with soukoku especially.

How do you show it then? Well, how Asagiri shows it, through actions. If you notice, he doesn't actually spend all that much time talking about what Dazai or Chuuya think on a deeper level in their POVs, prefering to show it through their actions or the eyes of others (Adam, Oda). Chuuya says he would be glad if Dazai up and died in a ditch somewhere when Dazai wasn't answering his calls in Stormbringer, but damn is it clear, with the threat of Verlaine killing everyone important to Chuuya, that he's actually worried. He sure as hell doesn't show it though! And I doubt he wants to aknowledge it in his own mind.

(Dazai, I think, is a little more prone to self-examination, but teen!Dazai's got similar issues with lying to himself or not wanting to think about something he doesn't like so)

I also just, really want to see more scenes with each character showing their strengths. With Dazai, it's obviously his mind, the way he can manipulate a situation in his favor through very subtle means, but his ability to read the room also comes down to his inability to cope with the lack of information. So it's mostly a combination of "look how cool Dazai is" (written well) and "wow he sure done fucked up this one huh" (I wanna see him fail and not know what to do for once, but feel satisfying).

With Chuuya, his strengths come from both his quick thinking and his skill as a fighter, which, you know, it's surprisingly hard to find a good fight scene with him. A fic I read had a fight scene inspired by the Birds of Prey movie, which, yes, is exactly what we should be going for, actually XD a cinematic scene showing off that character's skills. Chuuya keeps getting Godzilla fights...I want more scenes where he's giving the most dangerous government ability users in the country a hard fucking time by throwing bullets out of a helicopter really fast...or him just beating up a lot of guys with the objects at hand. You know, cool shit.

[ayamari-no-goshi]

And Think of Him as Living - Bruce’s chapter

AO3 — > Companion to this fic, To Join the Whispers

Fandoms: Danny Phantom (DP) / DC universe

Summary: THIS IS A CROSSOVER. What was supposed to have been a normal mission to stop  members of the League of Assassins became something so much more when  their family accidentally tangled with a ghost. And sometimes, the  details leading to the resolution were obvious to some while completely  missed by others. Companion chapters to ‘To Join the Whispers’ written from the POVs of some of the others

Warnings: rated T for violence, mentions of death, and questionable mental health

Parings: none

Notes: originally uploaded to AO3. Cross-posted to tumblr

Bruce could feel a headache forming. He’d prepared for so many different possibilities over the years, and here he was, trying to figure out how to proceed with a situation he could never have predicted. His son wasn’t entirely human anymore.

Jason was now some mix of human and a ghost, something none of them knew was even a possibility until recently. It was too much of an unknown for any of their liking. They had to get new vitals for him, in both of his forms, but that was taking a while because his body was still adjusting to the sudden change (Trying to get Jason to purposely change into his ghost form was its own issue). They had to spend time trying to figure out how his anatomy changed. While they had some basic information from the limited research of the Fentons, it didn’t truly apply to Jason, or Danny Fenton for that matter.

And then there were the powers. According to Danny, all ghosts had three basic abilities: flight or levitation, intangibility, and invisibility. Manipulation of ectoplasm was extremely common as well, especially in sentient ghosts. But there were other powers seen in stronger ghosts and some that were unique to specific individuals. This meant that there was a very strong possibility Jason could spontaneously develop abilities as time progressed.

This meant that not only would Jason have to train to get these abilities under control, but they also had to find ways to fight against and possibly neutralize those abilities. While Danny hadn’t directly said anything about it, they had enough evidence to suggest from reports of his own exploits that it was possible for ghosts, even half-ghosts to be controlled. Then was Jason’s own turbulent past to contend with.

Out of all of his kids, why would fate give such power to Jason? His son had killed so many people.

Bruce could only blame himself. Jason had been a dangerous child, raised in an area of Gotham known for creating pain and suffering. His son had been bright with a true desire to help those around him, but there were times when he went too far out in the field. He could easily do too much damage to criminals, but until that last month, Bruce had assumed there would be more chances for Jason to grow and improve.

But they’d fought, and even though it was hard to come to terms with, part of the reason Jason reached out to his birth mother was because he was afraid he’d be abandoned. If he’d listened better in the months leading up to what happened… or paid more attention to the unusual behavior before their fight that led him to him to seek out his biological mother… or, if he’d been just a little faster… he might have been able to save his son’s life.

The what ifs didn’t change the fact his son had died alone and in agony. In a way, he didn’t blame his son for his resentment towards him. He had let him die.

And that was now combined with instability from the Lazarus Pit and whatever horrid things his connections in the League of Assassins showed him. While Jason hadn’t overtly said anything, Bruce recognized some of his movements as well as the replica kris he liked to use.

He supposed he should focus on the present. His son was alive, and while things were often still tense between them, their relationship was improving. However, he couldn’t help but consider the possibilities of how to stop him if he strayed into the darkness again. Perhaps the only saving grace on that was Jason didn’t seem to have ever wanted these abilities.

Glancing to the training area of the cave, he could see Jason angrily pulling at his leg which had sunk into the floor. Usually, he could free himself within a few moments, but depending on how frustrated he was, especially if his siblings were teasing him, it could take several minutes.

Since Jason wouldn’t be able to immediately escape, Bruce decided it would be a good chance to spend a few moments with him. He really did want to improve his relationship with his son, and right now, he hated the part of his mind that reminded him that a better relationship with Jason meant it was less likely he’d return to crime.

Jason had decided to sit while he worked on freeing his leg, probably because it had sunken further into the floor. Now everything up to about an inch below the knee was stuck, and it just increased the stream of expletives coming from his mouth. When he noticed Bruce approaching, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. “What? Have a need to see up close just how fucked us this is?”

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

His son’s shoulders tensed as he sneered. Flickers of green seemed to swirl in his eyes. “Does it look like I’m okay? My leg’s stuck in the goddamn floor.”

Electing to ignore the unsaid warning to back away, he sat next to his son. “No, not really. Jason, it’s alright to admit you’re struggling.”

“Coming from you, that’s rich.” He stopped trying to free his leg and leaned back on his hands as he changed his gaze towards the roof of the cave. “I can’t go anywhere or do anything until I get this” he hissed the word as he gestured at his leg, “under control. And because there’s so little know about this condition, I’m stuck being your lab experiment until we know more.”

Bruce had enough sense to flinch at his son’s words. “I know it’s rough right now, but we need to know the changes to your anatomy so we can better help you on the off chance something goes wrong.” That was logical. Jason should understand that. And he was pretty sure he did, but there was something else that was being unsaid.

“’Changes to my anatomy’… Right.” Jason snorted. “Are you sure that’s your primary reason? I know how you are. You’re thrilled you get to study this up close not only to see how it works but also how to neutralize it. At this point, I’m not sure if you’re more focused on trying to fix me or finding a way to stop me. Newsflash Bruce,” he gestured to his chest, “you can’t fix this.”

That was a strange way to phrase it. He ultimately wanted to help his son. Sure, he researched whether or not it might be possible to remove the ectoplasm from his body once he knew what it was, but he quickly learned that was now impossible.

“Unbelievable. You don’t even realize it,” his son muttered as he ran his hand through his hair. The white streak in it seemed to be glowing again. “I’m not even completely talking about this current issue. You still think you can somehow bring him, your soldier, back.” He pointed to the case that held his tattered Robin costume. “Whatever idea you had for him to grow into is what you see instead of me. I’m just the vengeful ghost of your mistakes. It used to just be figuratively, but I guess it’s more literal now.”

“Jaylad…” He reached out to touch his son only to have his hand smacked away.

“Don’t call me that. And don’t pretend you don’t do it. Hell, even Dick does it sometimes. I swear the only time you actually see me is when I’m on death’s door.” He sighed as he let some of the tension out of his shoulders. “I get I’m not trustworthy. I brought that on myself, but I don’t deserve to be looked at as a ‘what if’ instead of a ‘what is’.”

Not knowing exactly what his son meant, he didn’t respond. That seemed to just irritate him more.

“Just forget I said anything. Knowing you, you’ll somehow twist it around and just end up farther from the truth.” Jason tried moving his stuck leg again, but it didn’t budge. “Seriously? This day just keeps getting better.”

Deciding it would be best not to respond to that statement until he more time to examine what his son meant. Instead, he turned his attention to helping him out of the current situation. “I know you don’t care for it, but would switching forms help?” It was the wrong thing to say as Jason’s entire body tensed and his eyes momentarily flashed green. “I know it’s unpleasant for you, but you can’t keep avoiding it.”

“Try me.”

“Jason…”

“I can fucking die on command. Do you really think that’s enjoyable? Do you think I like the constant reminder this is a result of dying and being forced back to life?” His eyes were fully green now. However, while still tense, nothing in his posture suggested he would attack if further provoked. They’d noticed the green flares of his eyes had become more common since he’d become a halfa.

Bruce considered his son’s words. It echoed what he said to Tim during his momentary slip when he was being shocked by the Spector Deflectors. “Did…” his mouth felt dry, and it was difficult for him to ask the question, “did you not want to come back?”

Jason eyed him carefully, looking for something. Mostly likely, he wanted to know if it was some sort of trick or if there was a different agenda. “To Gotham? It’s hard to stay away. I was born here.” His tone was measured.

“After your death, I… I had considered putting you in the Lazarus Pit myself,” he finally admitted. It was something he’d sworn he’d never admit to anyone. “I was devastated… and I… I just wanted you back, but I knew what the repercussions could be. I couldn’t do that to you. Was that… was that the right decision?”

His gaze fell to his son. His eyes, now back to their normal blue, had briefly widened before narrowing in suspicion. “Hell if I know,” he eventually replied as he experimentally moved his trapped leg. It was finally able to remove it allowing him to quickly stand. “But don’t give me hollow words about you wanted to bring me back,” he snarled as he looked down on him. His eyes were a blazing green again.

“Jason!” How could he say something like that? Didn’t he know how much Bruce grieved for him?

“What? Did you just expect me to forget how you nearly slit my jugular the night you chose the Joker’s life over mine? Don’t give me some bullshit excuse that you missed your mark in some attempt to save both of us or whatever. We both know you don’t miss.” He pointed towards the memorial case again before hissing, “Like I said, you want him back. That night, you wanted to destroy the specter wearing his face instead of recognizing he was in front of you the entire time.”

“That’s not…”

“Don’t even try to make an excuse. I don’t give a shit what you were trying to do. That’s how it looked like to me.” The ring of light that signaled his transformation appeared and washed over him. The sudden shift in forms made Jason’s rage almost palpable as he ripped both parts of his mask off his face and attempted to slam them into the floor. Both sublimed before they reached it. “Fucking dammit!”

Bruce scrambled to his feet and backed away. He’d made a mistake and hadn’t taken any of the ghost hunting equipment with him when he approached Jason earlier. It was stupid. He knew his son was possibly more unstable as his mind and body adjusted to the changed, but he had let his guard down.

“This is what I’m talking about,” Jason snapped as he pulled his hood down exposing his mostly white hair. “As soon as I do something to break the illusion I’m not the one you want, I become a threat. Guess what Bruce? I’m not going to attack you. Instead, I’m going punch that dummy as hard as I can,” he gestured to the closest one, “on my way back to my room where I can work on changing back without you breathing down my neck. But don’t fucking dare try to talk to me again today.”

Bruce stiffed as Jason moved passed him to punch the dummy like he said he would. After the resounding ‘thwack’ which knock it over, he marched towards the stairs that led to the manor while muttering, “I can’t wait until I have this shit under control so I can get away from this place.”

He let a breath he didn’t know he was holding escape. Jason had unexpectedly been in control during that entire interaction, but next time, he might not be so lucky. He was going to have to start carrying something with him at all times in the off chance it did happen. With him having limited control over those new abilities, that could be absolutely disastrous.

Sighing, he moved back towards the Batcomputer. He needed to make sure he understood what had set off his son so he could prepare for it in the future.

There was also the matter of examining Jason’s words. Was it just the influence of the ectoplasm in his system, or did he honestly believe he wasn’t missed or wanted? And what did Jason mean when he said Bruce didn’t see him. There was so much about the workings of his son’s mind that he didn’t seem to understand.

…

Jason continued to be frosty towards him for the next several days. Since Bruce was unable to give a proper explanation as to what upset his second son, Dick decided to take it upon himself to investigate to see if he could help. While there was no reported argument, Jason did physically throw his brother out of the library without providing any further context as to why he was upset which upset Dick in return.

As a result, Bruce’s other children attempted to get Jason to talk. All of those attempts also ended up with no recon, but it did was end up making Jason more reclusive in the manor. It actually got bad enough that Bruce had been convinced he’d snuck out and had been ready to tear apart Gotham until Alfred took him aside to let him know that he knew exactly where Jason was. His son had found a hidden room in the attic which he was currently using as something like a safehouse.

He should have known Alfred knew, little when on in the manor without his knowledge after all. But Alfred did warn him to give Jason space until Bruce understood what was troubling him.

That was hard to do. They needed to keep an eye on Jason while he adjusted to his powers. If something went wrong, like him falling sick, they wouldn’t know. They wouldn’t be able to help. Bruce wouldn’t be able to help. But he knew Jason would just pull away more.

When it came time for them to return to Amity Park to have Danny’s ally Frostbite examine Jason, Bruce was secretly relieved. Not only would it give them some information regarding how he was physically adjusting, but it also meant that Jason couldn’t hide from them the entire trip.

On top of that, Jason just seemed to relax better in Danny’s company. All of them had noticed it. While Bruce agreed that part of it had to do with their shared experiences around death, he also believed there was something less tangible that almost seemed to bind them together. It bothered Bruce because while he could see the positive aspects of it, he worried what the consequences could be down the line.

Although he complained about it, Jason understood that he wouldn’t be able to go by himself. Bruce, along with Dick, Tim, and Stephanie, who just wanted to see what sort of chaos would happen, would be there to ensure nothing happened.

It had been difficult to get Damian to stay at the manor. While his son’s argument that he had been around death most of his life had a valid point, Bruce still felt he was too young. Perhaps it was a lingering concern due to what happened to Jason.

Danny was late to greet them when they arrived in Amity. He apologized when he finally arrived. The boy had a cut over his left eye and a forming greenish bruise on his jaw indicating he had just finished with a fight.

“Whose ass do I need to kick?”

The teen gave Jason a sheepish smile as he held out his thermos. “You should see the other guy.” When the joke didn’t improve Jason’s mood, Danny backtracked. “It’s seriously okay. Got a couple rough hits from some animal ghosts, normal animal ghosts, not the mutant ones Vlad made. But I didn’t get bitten this time so it’s an improvement!”

Sensing Jason’s frustration, Dick stepped in, “That’s a good way to look at it, but hopefully things will get much easier for you and Hood’s sanity as training picks up.”

Deciding it would be better to interfere before the bickering started, Bruce requested that they head to their destination. Danny nodded as he led the way, keeping flying close to them as they kept to the rooftops. As they moved, the teen explained that his parents would be gone for the day and his sister, who was aware they were coming in costume, would be monitoring things in Amity as a precaution.

Jazz happily greeted them when they entered through the Ops Center. While she didn’t directly say anything, Bruce could tell she at least knew some of their identities, including his. While he wanted to do the full lecture about the importance of keeping their identities a secret, he had to remind himself that she was already covering for her brother, who risked experimentation if he was outed.

Since he was thinking about it, he made a mental note to check on the status of his legal team when he returned to Gotham. He had them investigating the Anti-Ecto Acts to see how easy it would be to either overturn or repeal them. Neither Danny nor Jason deserved to be considered non-sentient because of their ghostly qualities.

While Danny went over what to possibly expect in the Ghost Zone, the others wandered around the lab investigating pieces of equipment, weaponry, available data, and various odds and ends, except for Jason. His second oldest was staring at the portal and rubbing the area of his chest where his core was.

It was something his son seemed to do when his core was more noticeable to him. Bruce speculated it was a subconscious motion to help settle the unfamiliar feeling.

But it was clear to anyone who watched him, that Jason did not like the Portal. Bruce couldn’t fault him for it. The color and the way it glowed and seemed to churn was very similar to the various Lazarus Pits Bruce had seen over the years. That was where his son was forcibly brought back to life and set him down a dark path.

Once Danny’s briefing was finished and the double checks were preformed, they entered the Specter Speed and began their journey. A prickling feeling, almost like phantom pains, momentarily raced across his skin as they crossed the Portal. Had anyone else felt a similar sensation?

He was distracted from those thoughts when Jason spontaneously transformed as they crossed the threshold. For a moment, he thought it was deliberate until he realized Jason’s entire body tensed as if he was in pain, and even through his mask, his gaze seemed distant.

Concerned, he moved forward only to have Dick touch his arm. “Give him a moment.”

“That sucked worse than last time.” His son muttered after a shake of the head. When he caught sight of his hands and the difference in how he was dressed, he glanced down at himself and cursed.

Danny glanced over his shoulder and grimaced. “I could imagine, but I didn’t know the Echoes could cause you to change forms. But I didn’t enter this place the first time in my human form until I was mostly in control of things.”

“The echoes…?” Tim repeated before his eyes widened in realization. Bruce understood it too – his son had briefly relieved his own death. “Oh! Anyways, maybe the transformation was more because your body subconsciously thinks its more comfortable in this place.”

That was a reasonable theory. It was hard to tell if Jason agreed or not due to both parts of his mask. While his choice to obscure the most expressive parts of his face was tactically sound, it made it hard for Bruce and the others to properly gauge his reactions and responses.

“Stop with the scientific stuff for a moment,” Stephanie complained. She had also gone briefly still as the entered the Portal. Had her own brush with death caused a similar response to Jason? Maybe that’s what those previous sensations were.

Stephanie moved so she could more closely examine Jason. “This is the first time I’ve been able to get a good look in person, and I’m going to take it.”

His son crossed his arms and huffed. “Tell me about it.”

“You’re able to take the mask off, right? Can I see your face?” Curiosity colored her tone as she tried to look innocent. Though, when Tim snorted, she stuck her tongue out at him.

“I’m pretty sure I don’t look all that much different.”

“Come on, Jason. You’re so stingy about giving details about everything. Let me have this.”

“Fine, fine. Don’t get your tights in a bunch.” He pushed his hood down, revealing the white hair as he began removing the parts of his mask. When they didn’t sublime after being removed, Jason examined them. “Weird.”

“I think it’s all the ectoplasm,” Danny explained from his seat. “It helps stabilize it when it’s not attached to you, but we think it’ll vanish when you change back.”

As soon as he heard that, Tim snatched the pieces out of Jason’s hands. While Jason clearly didn’t want Tim anywhere near them, he never had a chance to retrieve them as Stephanie demanded he stay put so she could get a good look at him. When that didn’t work, Dick offered her help by attempting to ruffle his hair, something Jason tended to shy away from. The distraction was enough to allow Stephanie to place her hands on his cheeks to get him to stay still. Interestingly, Jason wouldn’t look at her.

That was something Bruce had noticed other times Jason had transformed. Unless he was angry, if the mask was off, Jason had an unusual aversion to meeting someone else’s gaze in that form. If Bruce had to guess, he would say it would deal with the color.

He was also avoiding touch more so than usual. Was he that uncomfortable with his ghost form? Or maybe he was scared. But was it because of what he could possibly do? The accidental slip up that first day when his arm went through Cassandra’s chest clearly scared him. Or was it a fear of rejection? He did have abandonment issues when he was younger.

“You know, you don’t look different,” Stephanie finally announced. “The slight glow you give off distorts things a little, but if I ignore that, you still look like you. But it is weird to see the Red Hood wearing blue.”

Danny, who had turned to watch them, gave a small smile before turning his attention back to steering. Had he been worried Jason’s situation wouldn’t be accepted by them? Judging by his own history, possibly.

“Tell me about it,” Jason complained as he pulled at his uniform. “Strix, remind me to ask Frostbite how to change these. Decided to impersonate Dickwing once, and I don’t particularly like being reminded of it. I think the only positive thing that did manage to get you to leap off a fashion runway to attack me.”

“You’re just mad I wear it better.” Though Dick sounded playful, his eyes were narrowed. He hadn’t been happy with how Jason’s actions at that time had affected his reputation as Nightwing.

“Why did you call me Strix?” Curiosity colored Danny’s voice. “I get why you call me ‘Glowstick’, but that one? I don’t even know what it is.”

“It’s a ghostly owl in Greek mythology with vampiric traits. A lot of Slavic words for revenants, vampires, and other undead things derive from the word.” Jason glanced at his brothers. “Guess I was just drawn to something bird related.”

“No, you are not calling him that,” Stephanie snapped.

“What’s wrong with a ghostly owl?” Danny had taken his attention away from steering to look at the others. “It sounds kind of cool.”

Tim handed him Jason’s gear to inspect before pinching the bridge of his nose. “Did you seriously forget about the Court of Owls? Don’t tell me you recently got a concussion.”

“Of course not!” Jason snapped. “I wear a fucking helmet for a reason. It’s just that owls are associated with ghosts, souls, and the dead in general in so many legends. It makes sense, and what’s wrong with giving them a better association? And I need something else other than Glowstick.”

“Then it’s a good thing we’re here, Little Wing.” Dick wrapped his arm around his brother’s shoulders and pulled him into a half-hug. All of them ignored that he had to stand on his toes to do it comfortably.

The four of them then spent the rest of the journey arguing about potential nicknames for Danny. Bruce couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto his face. There was a fondness between them he hadn’t gotten to see in person for a while, and it proved to him that his children were already thinking of Danny as a member of the family.

By the time they had arrived at the Realm of the Far Frozen, they had chosen several nicknames. Firefly and Lightning Bug seemed to be the consensus for affectionate nicknames the entire family could use. Jason offhandedly mentioned Polaris, the North Star, which, judging by Danny’s grin, pleased him. That one would probably only be able to be used by Jason. But most baffling, Lucy came up. And the fact that only Tim and Jason seemed to understand the reference concerned Bruce.

They also wanted to give him a code name other than Phantom as a precaution in case Danny was compromised. Magpie and Crow were thrown around for a bit before they settled on Aoroi, a type of ghost in Greek mythology.

They were also going to have to find one for Jason’s ghost form. That might have to be decided without his knowledge.

…

The Far Frozen reminded Bruce of Clark. They were friendly and open while also being deceptively dangerous.

When Frostbite, their leader, caught sight of Jason, his smile fell. “The Great One informed me of what happened. I had hoped our next meeting would be to confirm the corrupted ectoplasm in your body was gone. But it appears fate had other things in store for you. Come, let us give you a check up to see how your core is doing.”

His son didn’t say anything as he followed the ghost. Worried glances were shared between Dick, Tim, and Stephanie He knew why – Jason had already reacted badly when he had an audience for his previous exam, and this time, Bruce was there too.

“Guess you want the shirt off,” Jason grumbled as he removed the hood and the wrappings on his arms after entering the examination room. When he was given an affirmative, he tried to shoo them out of the room, but Bruce downright refused. While Danny trusted these ghosts, he didn’t, and he wasn’t going let his son or any of his children out of his sight while he was here.

He began cussing only to stop mid-word when he caught sight of his chest. “It’s not there…” There was awe in his voice as the realization that the Y-incision wasn’t visible.

“I’ll need you to take this,” Frostbite held out a small glowing tablet. “This will temporarily make it easier for us to track the circulation of the ectoplasm in your body.”

“It’s safe for us,” Danny explained, catching Jason’s attention. “It’s kind of like those dyes they use for MRI machines, but it has a really weird side effect. It makes…” He shifted uncomfortably before looking at Frostbite, who’s soft smile was combined with a furrowed brow – there was concern and understanding in that expression. “I’ll just show you. Frostbite, can I?”

After taking the tablet and muttering about how nasty it tasted, Danny unzipped his suit and removed his right arm from it. Before their eyes, glowing Lichtenberg figures slowly appeared on his skin, moving up his arm from an apparent origin point on his hand up towards his face. His records suggested he’d been electrocuted, but it was the first physical proof Bruce had seen of it.

All of them had seen children receive horrible wounds during their time as vigilantes, but it was never an easy thing to accept. It was always harder when those injuries resulted in death. While they were all trained to contain their emotions, Bruce could see the tells in his children. It was hard for them to accept he’d been harmed like that.

Jason was handling it particularly badly, judging by his clenched jaw and slightly furrowed brow. He made a slight gesture towards Danny’s arm. A silent question on whether or not there was any pain. Danny shook his head and gave a reassuring smile.

“For some ghosts, particularly young ones, this medicine temporarily makes death markings visible for a short period of time,” Frostbite continued the explanation, ignoring the unease the markings on Danny caused. “Those areas tend to have more highly concentrated levels of ectoplasm. It is due to a similar process of how the human body sends extra nutrients to healing wounds.”

“Makes sense, I guess,” Jason replied gruffly as he eyed the new tablet one of the other Far Frozen brought out.

“Exactly what’s in that?” Bruce demanded. He’d been patient enough, but without knowing what was in it, he did not want to let his son take it.

“I’ll be glad to explain.” Frostbite beckoned him over to one of his computers and launched an explanation. Tim followed him to listen as well.

Unfortunately, most of the ingredients were not found in their world. Bruce hated that he had to take Frostbite’s words for what the ingredients did and their safety as opposed to having his own data and analyses to fall back on.

While the ghost explained, Dick, Stephanie, Jason, and Danny chatted. From what he could tell, Danny, who was sitting next to Jason, was sharing some stories about the Far Frozen and his own exploits in the zone. The marks on his face were still visible.

After the explanation was over, he decided that his need to make sure Jason’s body was handling the changes well won out against his concerns of the strange tablet. But, he did ask for a sample he could take back for his own research. Frostibte surprised him by agreeing.

“You know, you can leave,” Jason warned right before he took it. There wasn’t much of a bite to his words, instead there was an unease.

He hadn’t appeared to be injured when they found him in Plasmius’ lab. So what was wrong?

Bruce question was answered moments later as the marks started to appear. Faint lines reminding him of waves were barely visible. Those must have been from that machine, but the darker marks, some with the characteristic shape of the end of a crowbar, others that matched the shape of too familiar burns caused Bruce’s breath to hitch.

Jason must have heard him as he turned his attention from examining the marks on his body to looking at him. It let him see the marks on his face. Most were small marks reminiscent of cuts, but one showed evidence of a phantom black eye. Then there was the mark just barely visible near his hairline, but Bruce knew most of it was hidden by his hair.

Those were the marks from the Joker. The ones he found littering his son’s body when he got there too late. The marks that were missing when he returned to them alive were now blatantly obvious. No one would be able to fake those marks.

“I told you people you can leave,” his son snapped when he heard Dick make a noise which almost sounded like he was holding back a sob.

Tim, who seemed to have frozen in horror, shook his head slightly before gently trying to coax Stephanie into the hallway. She had her hand covering her mouth in shock. Neither of them had known Jason prior to his death, but they knew the story of what happened. However, this was probably their first true glimpse of the horror he experienced.

While they did that, Dick moved forward to wrap Jason in a hug. Judging by Jason’s reassuring reply, he must have muttered an apology.

“Go on, Dickiebird, go check on the kiddos.” Jason gently pulled his brother off of him. “Danny, can you go with him? Make sure he and the others don’t do something stupid?”

“Huh? Yeah, of course.” Danny’s stare was replaced with a sheepish expression. “I know you told me, but…”

“Yeah, yeah, I know how it looks. Don’t worry about it.” Once he was sure the others were out of the room, he set his shoulders before gesturing to himself. “Is this what you needed to see, Bruce? Is this the proof you finally needed to be convinced it’s been me the entire time?”

Bruce hadn’t realized his feet carried him forward until he reached out and touched his son’s face. Jason initially flinched at the touch but held still when he realized he was being examined.

Was it the lack of scars that made him believe Jason had been a clone or some construct when he first revealed he was back? Maybe that was part of it. But here his son was staring at him with echoes of the injuries that killed him. It tore at him that his son had suffered so much, but he was alive and in his hands.

Jason sighed as he pulled away. “I still don’t think you entirely get it, but it’s something. Go check on the others. I need to do these scans before we can go home, and I can change back.”

They ended up compromising. Jason got his tests done while Bruce waited by the door, but not in the hallway with the others. About fifteen minutes later, Frostbite led Jason back into the room and started what appeared to be a normal physical. The marks on his skin had started to fade.

Once that was done, and Jason was allowed to replace his clothes, the others were summoned back into the room for the results. Danny quickly went over to him to ask how it was and compare experiences with it.

His other sons didn’t pester him. They still seemed somewhat subdued though he suspected they’d bombard him with questions once they returned to Gotham. Stephanie was watching the interaction between Danny and Jason with a tilted head, possibly curious as to how easily they interacted.

A few minutes later, Frostbite emerged from a side room with the results. Jason was doing well. His core was stable, but there were still lingering hints of the corrupted ectoplasm in his body. The ghost believed it would slowly fade, but he was in no danger of it doing harm. That was a relief for everyone.

However, there was a mention that Jason, since he didn’t live in a place with the same levels of ectoplasm as Amity, would need to supplement it into his diet. Ignoring Jason’s grimace, he decided it shouldn’t be too hard to develop something like a vitamin for his son to help keep him healthy.

However, the one thing that openly upset Jason was that Frostbite didn’t know with any certainty how they would be able to change his clothing. Since the Far Frozen were ghosts, it wasn’t something they usually concerned themselves with. Frostbite also wasn’t certain if there was a different process for half-ghosts, but he promised to look into it.

Jason grumbled about being stuck in blue the entire way home.

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Mother 3 and dealing with trauma and grief, part 2 (spoilers for Earthbound and Mother 3 below)

This is the second part of my Mother 3 essay, so I'd highly suggest reading the first part first. Image IDs will again be in alt text.

Porky Minch was introduced in Mother 2 (AKA Earthbound). He lived in a terrible household with an abusive father and uncaring mother. His only friend was his next door neighbor, Ness. Throughout the events of Earthbound, Porky is not only continuously manipulated by evil forces beyond his comprehension (such as Giygas and the Mani Mani Statue) but also lashes out at the world around him as he was never taught much better. He becomes increasingly antagonistic towards Ness and his friends throughout their journey, running away every time he finds himself cornered. Eventually, at the end of the game, he finds himself cornered again and impulsively flees into the future with time travel.

Between Earthbound and Mother 3, he abuses time travel so much that he eventually finds himself stranded on a strange group of islands hundreds of years in the future. He longs to return to the way things were before this whole Giygas thing happened.

And that's how the events of Mother 3 start.

The formation of the pigmask army and the capitalist takeover of Tazmily Village happen because of Porky's refusal to accept the world around him.

Even before we meet him, we can see that he tends to surround himself with escapism. On top of all the toys and candy, his room contains some items from Earthbound, a jukebox that plays Earthbound music and one of Ness' yo-yos, specially preserved in a glass case. He's bound by nostalgia and a desire to return to his past.

Once he actually shows up in Mother 3, we can see just how far he's descended.

He embraces complete nihilism. He's done so much to escape from himself that he's enacting a potentially world-ending event just to feel something. He openly views the inhabitants of the Nowhere Islands, both animals and people, as nothing more than toys for his amusement. He's distanced himself from everyone around him so much to the point where he doesn't even care for the high-ranking members of his own empire.

Despite all his time travel shenanigans and his different appearance compared to Earthbound, he still says this. Combined with the fact that he also says he's immortal, and it's plain to see that he's literally an eternal child, forever stuck in his ways with no desire for improvement.

Eventually he finds himself cornered and beaten again, and what does he do? He retreats once more. Just like every time he was forced to confront something tense in Earthbound. This time, locking himself inside a small comfort zone. After he's already sealed inside, a scientist reveals that the Absolutely Safe Capsule is inescapable. Once you are sealed inside, there's no exiting. When forced to confront a situation where he isn't in control and to face reality, he verbally denies it and then locks himself inside a permanent comfort zone.

While Lucas faced the world and grew as a person, ultimately saving both himself and those around him, Porky relied heavily on escapism and control. When he could no longer have those things, he completely shut himself off from the world, figuratively and literally.

[rose2jam]

Why It Was Practically Inevitable That Severus Snape Would Join A Cult, an essay by Rose Jam

So, let’s talk about Cults. Disclaimer: This is just information I’ve gathered over the years from my personal fascination with religious cults.  I’m in no way an expert or a psychologist or whatever.  This is just my personal understanding from the research I’ve done.

A cult is started when a wildly charismatic Leader feels like they have a purpose, a higher calling, or a mission to be fulfilled (or they could also just be an egomaniac). Maybe they really do feel like what makes them special comes directly from a higher power, be that God, or the Heir of Slytherin, but either way, this person has a pathological need to be worshiped, and they need followers in order to do that.  

So, how does one obtain Followers easily? By finding the misunderstood misfits of society, and promising them something.  The people who feel like no one else understands them, or their ideologies.  But this Leader?  This Leader GETS IT, MAN! The Leader understands them perfectly, vindicates them, and makes them promises along the way.  Like, if they stick with the Leader, then not only will they finally be understood, but they themselves will also be revered.  That they will rise above all of the others who have put them down for so long, and will come out on top as a superior being.  

Any of this sounding familiar?

Charles Manson preyed on young people in the middle of the hippie movement, mostly women, who were feeling lost, lonely, and in need of guidance, or in terms of the men he recruited, seeking power over others.  Not all of these people were poor or helpless; some of them came from middle class, or even rich homes and families.  Yes, some of them came from broken homes, but all of them felt “broken” themselves, in some way. So Manson used their desires to have a family to draw them in.  He then used LSD and other drugs to keep them under his control, and he created a manipulative environment where the members of his “family” felt they could never leave him, and if they didn’t follow his commands, something horrible would happen to them.  I’m not going to go into full detail on the Manson Family Murders, but if you’re personally interested, check out the Podcast “Cults” on Spotify.

So back to basics, this Leader draws in Followers with flowery promises of community, power, family, or whatever.  But once the Leader has that following, the terror will begin.  Cult Leaders are usually master manipulators, and have completely brainwashed their followers into believing the “us vs them” mentality, that the outside world is evil, that the outside world will only harm them, that the outside world would never understand what they’re doing on the inside.  And that the Leader is the only one who knows the truth, so they better stick with him.  Or maybe the Leader has gaslit his followers so completely, that they become dependent on him for everything, to the point where they don’t know how they would possibly function without the Leader.  Or, the Leader has created an environment that’s so hostile, that Followers are too afraid of what might happen to them if they tried to leave, or didn’t do what the Leader commanded.  Typically, it’s a combination of all of the above.  Destructive cults will either hurt others outside of their circle (The Manson Family, Sect of Nacozari), harm themselves (Heaven’s Gate, The Ant Hill Kids), or both (The People’s Temple, Aum Sinrikyo).  

Now that I’ve laid this foundation, I’m going to tell you why it was practically inevitable that Severus Snape would join a cult.

Snape’s childhood ultimately laid the foundation for the mental state he would be in when he decided to join the Death Eaters.  He grew up in an abusive household, where his father, the muggle, had his magical wife so thoroughly whipped, that she couldn’t (or chose not to) use magic to defend herself, or her son (1).  Eileen had obviously told Severus about magic, about Hogwarts, about what a wonderful place it was, and what a wonderful gift magic could be.  Severus also watched as Tobias beat the magic out of her.  (I know it’s debated whether Tobias actually physically abused his family, but he certainly verbally/mentally/emotionally abused them, so the term “beat” could be used figuratively as well).  I don’t think it’s unreasonable to believe that Severus developed an extreme hatred of muggles with “burn the witch” mentalities from a very young age because of this.

Enter Lily, perhaps the only other magical person in his life besides his mother up to this point. He sees her using magic out in the open, perhaps recklessly, for fun, and he sees an opportunity to make a friend (and, admittedly, to be smarter than someone about something for a while). He was so eager to tell her all about magic, because getting to learn magic, and go to Hogwarts, has possibly been the only thing keeping him going in his young life.  And now he’s made a friend, a real friend who doesn’t think he’s weird because he’s magical.  Unlike Petunia, yet another muggle who makes fun of him for being weird (2). And Lily actually seems to like him back.  For a kid who probably hasn’t received a lot of affection in his life, this is monumental.  This friendship is everything.  Why wouldn’t he love her?

So the time finally comes to go to Hogwarts.  Severus gets to escape his abusive household, and finally has an opportunity to embrace magic for the first time in his life.  But almost immediately, he’s met with a hic-up.  Specifically, James Potter and Sirius Black.  So Severus is no longer facing abuse exclusively from muggles who think he’s weird, but now he’s also getting it from other magical people who think he’s weird (3).  And this started on the fucking TRAIN before he even GOT to Hogwarts. You can’t tell me that wouldn’t sour a kids dream right off the fucking bat.  And then, when he finally gets there, he’s separated from his only friend, by being sorted into different houses (4).  What a way for a life-long dream to be thoroughly dashed in less than 24 hours.

Let’s look at Snape’s Hogwarts experience.  He’s a good student, and he pours himself into learning as much magic as possible, and at being the best he can possibly be, probably motivated by a desire to be better than what his Father thinks possible.  During this time, he is regularly bullied and abused by the Marauders. Sometime before his 5th year, the Incident at the Shrieking Shack took place.  It definitely sucks to have been so thoroughly fucking duped, and put into a life-threatening situation involving a goddamn werewolf (5).  But perhaps even worse than that, the salt in the wound, was that no one fucking did anything about it (6).  He saw Sirius and James and Remus get out of that situation without facing any sort of proper punishment (as in, they all still stayed at the school as opposed to being expelled like they DEFINITELY SHOULD HAVE BEEN (At least Sirius should have been)). Dumbledore was looking out for the Marauders, but no one was looking out for Severus.  On top of that, Severus isn’t allowed to TELL anyone about it, not even Lily.  So, he goes through what was possibly one of the most traumatic experiences of his life, and he can’t even tell anyone that it happened.

So, what sort of support system does Severus have during all this?  He has Lily, sure (who literally told him he should be GRATEFUL to James, one of his abusers).  But, what he really has, is Slytherin House (7). I’ll say it plainly: Severus was sorted into a house that was already full of existing cult members.  McGonagall says in Sorcerer’s Stone that “Your house will be like your family” (she at least says it in the movies, I’m too lazy to get up and reference my books rn lol).  So, Severus’ family, his support system, for 10 months out of every year, is a house that is already full to the brim with pureblood elitists with prejudiced ideals, who would absolutely vindicate Severus in his dislike for muggles.  As a kid first getting sorted into the house, it’s obviously not unreasonable to become friends with the people you’re literally living with.  His dorm mates became his family.  So, when his dorm mates started to become Death Eaters… This is headcanon, I fully admit, but like, fuck, Severus didn’t have a lot of friends, and was probably already drifting apart from Lily.  Do you really think he was going to tell the people he had to live with every single day, not to mention the only people that had been supporting him for years, to go fuck themselves for using Dark Magic?  Especially when he was probably feeling like he was on the verge of thinking that their rhetoric made some sense?

On to Snape’s Worst Memory (8).  At this point, he’s spent 5 years in Slytherin House, with fellow students who casually throw around the M word.  He gets attacked by James and Sirius, he’s practically defenseless, and then the girl who he’d considered his closest friend for so long… has to force herself not to smile when he’s thrown upside down and exposed to everyone on the grounds.  Sure, she was trying to defend him at first, but she also fucking nearly smiled at his humiliation, his pain, his abuse.  So he hurls the one word that he knows is going to cut the deepest, that will hopefully hurt her as badly as she has hurt him. And it works.

Severus had been beaten down his entire life.  By Muggles and Magic Folk alike.  And finally, he’s betrayed by Lily, his last lifeline to the light.  He betrayed her as well, of course.  But he did try to show remorse.  And she doesn’t forgive him (9), which was her prerogative, of course.  

So.  Who does he have left?

I’ve placed little (numbers) throughout my writing here.  Each of those numbers denote the specific events that led Severus to becoming an angry young man, who hates muggles, hates (some) magic folk, and resulted in him feeling weak, helpless, and desperate.  For what?  For power, for a family, for a community.  For a world where he is no longer the weird one.  For a world where he’s respected, strong.  For the world he thought he was going to be a part of, when he arrived at Hogwarts in his first year.

And it just so happens that this is the exact world that Voldemort is (allegedly) trying to create.

Severus Snape was angry, and vulnerable, and as such, he was practically the poster child for the type of person who would be susceptible to falling for a cult.  Maybe he was recruited by his friends in Slytherin House.  Maybe he was recruited directly.  Either way, charismatic Tom Riddle came along, understood how he felt, where he was coming from, told him he deserved better, and offered him all of the things he never had in his life.  And being at rock bottom, being the lowest of the low, to Severus it must have seemed like a miracle of an opportunity, or perhaps, like the only chance he had left.

Now, let me be extremely clear; everything I’ve written is not trying to EXCUSE Severus Snape for his actions.  There is always a point where personal responsibility must come into play.  Except for children born into cults or victims of kidnapping, nearly every person who has ever joined a cult has made the personal decision to join it. I’m just trying to express how unbelievably easy it is, for a Cult Leader to find people with damaged lives and low self-worth, to suck them in with promises of a fulfilling life and grandeur, and for those people to be easily swept up and brainwashed into believing that what they are doing is right.  (Or that what they are doing is required, because the alternative is more horrifying.)  

The type of people who joined the Death Eaters are the same type of people who joined Heaven’s Gate, or The People’s Temple, or yes, The Manson Family.  Now, I’m just going to say, from my own personal point of view, I do not vilify anyone who’s ever joined a destructive cult.  On the contrary, I feel sorry for them.  Because most people who join a cult, don’t necessarily do it signing up for the… end result of what happened to them.  Some of them totally do, like Heaven’s Gate. Most of them knew that the end result was going to be the “evacuation of their earthly vessel”.  But the people who joined the Manson Family, for instance, did not initially join it KNOWING how it was going to end.  They were part of the family long before Manson even came up with Helter Skelter, and by the time the Tate-LaBianca Murders took place, they were already too far gone to go against it.

I highly recommend anyone who’s interested in a humanizing view of former cult members, to read the essay “Leslie Van Houten: A Friendship” by John Waters. https://www.huffpost.com/entry/leslie-van-houten-a-frien_b_246953

Or, at the very least, listen to this 7 minute NPR interview with John Waters about the essay https://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=111585116

It’s the story of how notorious film maker John Waters, became friends with former Manson Girl, Leslie Van Houten, and about how she broke away from the cult after her conviction, how she’s spent the last 51 years of her life recovering from the psychotic influence of a maniac who’d promised her the world, and how even though she was convicted to life WITH a possibility of parole, it’s never been granted to her, despite the fact that she has done literally everything possible to try and atone for her crimes.

Maybe I’m just a bleeding heart.  I’m pretty much the only person I know who feels sorry for Leslie Van Houten and other cult members who were brainwashed, abused, and manipulated into doing a lot of the horrible things they’ve done.  But there are people in the world, who have committed FAR more heinous crimes than the Manson Family murders, and who are far less repentant than Leslie, but because those crimes weren’t as notorious, they get to walk free.

Addendum: When I first posted this, I had a few people point out to me that they had always associated Voldemort and the Death Eaters with Hitler and Nazi Germany.  This is a perfectly fair point, but one that I personally don’t jive with, and the reason is simply the numbers.   There were literally millions of people in the Nazi party during WW2.   Death Eaters don’t even reach triple digits, as far as I’m aware.  As I hinted at in this essay, I consider Voldemort and the Death Eaters to be MUCH closer to Charles Manson and the Manson Family.  The Manson Family 100% had Nazi ideology, of course. "Helter Skelter” was Charles Manson’s prediction that there was going to be a massive race war; one that the Whites were going to lose, and that he and his Pure White family would emerge from it in order to rule over the remaining Blacks.  Kinda... sounds like a Death Eater thing, huh?

Sorry.  Back to Snape.  There is a lot we don’t know about Severus’ actual time as a Death Eater. I think it can be reasonably assumed he’s never actually killed anyone before Dumbledore (In Prince’s Tale, Severus questions if his soul would be safe from killing Dumbledore, and Dumbledore implies that his soul would not be damaged by helping an old man avoid pain and humiliation.  This leads me to believe that Severus never committed any soul-damaging murders before this).  Beyond being a sneaky spy and delivering the prophecy to Voldemort, his time as a Death Eater is all up for conjecture.  

Severus does make one important deviation from the typical cult member mold, however.  In the end, he manages to break away from the cult.  The scales fall from his eyes.  In a figurative sense, the LSD has worn off.  What made him sober up, was the threat to his last lifeline to the light. The one good fucking thing he’d ever had in his miserable life.  He was brought back by genuine love.  Ya know, the ENTIRE MESSAGE OF THE HP SERIES. And not only did he leave the cult, but he then spent the rest of his life actively attempting to destroy it, and atone for the mistakes he’s made, in an effort to bring back the world he’d been excited for, as an 11-year-old kid, so full of hope.

[loyalhunter]

Next Gen Houses

Houses

Teddy - Hufflepuff - He’s the son of Nymphadora badass Tonks. I mean come on. Teddy grows up raised by a Slytherin grandmother and a Gryffindor godfather among other relatives and family friends from other houses. He is incredibly loved and treasured. Collectively while most have their own preferences over what house he is sorted in, ultimately they’d happily accept him regardless. He grows up to be a kind and sweet yet individualistic person making friends in all houses yet still having a penchant for mischief and pranks from his mother and Marauders descent.

Victoire - Ravenclaw - Victoire who is a mix of her parents traits but her mother’s is more evident in hers. Victoire who was nearly a Hatstall between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor and was invited to attend Beauxbatons but ultimately decided and declined to attend Hogwarts with the rest of her cousins and family. Victoire who is brainy and witty and also individualistic. Victoire who acts like a French princess and has the grace and strength her mother carries yet is still a caring big sister and eldest cousin to the rest of the Second Gen.

Fred - Gryffindor - Fred II is quite unsurprisingly a Gryffindor. The hat would still take a little time, but not enough to be a near hatstall before shouting Gryffindor. Fred II who is practically like his uncle, Fred who lives in Fred II. He like James become sort of part of the new Marauders. Fred who has great courage but also has boldness in his small being.

James - Gryffindor - James is obviously a Gryffindor. He’s the perfect son of his parents in both ways, being the perfect combination of his parents. He’s got the heart and soul of his father and his paternal grandfather and the care of his mother. He also has the quidditch skills of his mother and becomes Chaser during his year at Hogwarts.

Dominique - Gryffindor - Like her father and her uncles before her, she has the true spirit of a Gryffindor. Like her sister before her, she received an invitation to Beauxbatons but ultimately declined to be with her friends at Hogwarts. At her sorting she is nearly a Hatstall but was ultimately placed in Gryffindor. Dominique who has plenty of wonder and quiet intelligence but is a true Gryffindor in her passions, her bravery and her ability to fight.

Roxanne - Gryffindor - Roxanne. Roxanne, who is very much like her mother but is also like her own person. She is courageous and brave and protective over her friends but also has a mischievous streak that will make her tease her brother and mess with her cousins but overall still loves them. Roxanne who has ambition and was nearly a Hatstall between Slytherin and Gryffindor, but was also ultimately placed Gryffindor.

Molly - Hufflepuff - Molly who is an individual but also much like her grandmother and her relatives. She is kind and caring and gets sorted into Hufflepuff. While being like her grandmother, she isn’t that fierce, more passive but still definitely isn’t one to be crossed with as she reminds people that the kindest people can be the scariest when they had enough. Molly who is seen as rather quiet but is the loudest and brightest in personality among her cousins.

Rose - Gryffindor - Rose, a lot like her cousin. She likes Quidditch and is skilled but likes being on the ground as much. Rose who is protective over her brother and youngest cousin and though, she doesn’t seen it also the rest of her family. Rose who is vibrant and filled with cheer and won’t hesitate to hex anyone in the hallways who has insulted her family not caring always about rules. Rose, a Gryffindor.

Albus - Slytherin - Albus who wants to break free. Albus who wants to be his own personality. Albus who doesn’t want the pressures of society and has plenty of ambition to accomplish what he wants to do. Albus who is sorted Slytherin. Albus, who regardless still has family and parents and cousins who love and support him and regardless and defend him despite he being able to defend himself.

Louis - Ravenclaw - Louis who is in the same year as his cousins Albus and Rose. Louis who is a Ravenclaw. Louis who has intelligence and is clever and witty when he needs to be. Louis who seems to be too quiet at times, even unnervingly so but would come up with a quip or something so smart that would stun those who questioned him. Louis who sometimes cares more about his grades than family. Louis who fights with his cousin Lucy on more occasions than not but would stand back to back with her if the situation ever called it.

Lucy - Slytherin - Lucy the Slytherin. Lucy who is a Hatstall between Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Lucy who seems sweet on the outside but has a tongue of silver and will manipulate others if she needs too and has ambitions possibly even greater than her brains. Lucy who loves her sister Molly even if she doesn’t show it. Lucy who will defend her cousins if the situations calls it. Lucy who loves learning new things. Lucy who could be intelligent and witty. Lucy the almost Slytherclaw. Lucy the Slytherin.

Lily - Slytherin - Lily who is sweet. Lily who is outgoing. Lily who is creative and intelligent. Lily who is ambitious. Lily who has a heart of silver, no solid gold. She who is adored and loved by all her cousins, friends and family. Lily who fits in all four houses for her kindness and acceptance of all, for her bold and lively personality, for her ambitions and her scheming, for her creativity and drive to inventing. Lily who likes to be different. Lily who is ultimately sorted into Slytherin so she could fulfill her goals and ambitions.

Hugo - Ravenclaw - Hugo who is expected to be Gryffindor. Hugo who like his sister inherited his mother’s brains but also his father’s impulsivity and heart. Hugo who knows how to say the right things at the right time. Hugo who is quietly intelligent and musical. Hugo who is a lot like his cousin due to having spent a lot of time with her but not quite ‘Hogwarts’ Princess’ material. Hugo who is never happy enough through his teenage years until he figures himself out. He doesn’t have to be anyone just be Hugo. Hugo who achieves in grades and has intelligence and wit.

[shorkbrian]

Father Figure - Disappointed

Prelude - I get so many asks about the same thing and so I put them at the bottom lol otherwise this would be so long. Also I combined them, RIP sorry pals I suck. Anyways, remember guys, bad people exist. If someone is hurting you or you suspect someone you know is being hurt, please talk to someone, please don’t let yourself settle into “This is normal, this is fine”. It’s not normal, and it’s not fine. The national sexual assault hotline in America is 1-800-656-4673 and it’s from a organization called RAINN.

https://www.rainn.org

They have a chat service too, if you prefer texting over calling.

Please stay safe y’all

Pairing - Stepdad! Aizawa X Reader

Warnings - Pseudo incest, manipulation, power dynamics, NSFW, noncon, dubcon, mentions of unsafe sex, slight degradation. Belittling, controlling Aizawa.

Music -  https://open.spotify.com/track/5nHTLEJ10zaqdnKqLriah4?si=Bs0su-fBRxWoE3jefCdPIA

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Why? Why, huh? Do I not provide you with very little thing you need, anything you could ever want?”

You dip your head in shame, sock-clad feet rubbing against each other nervously. “I just wanted to-“

“To disappoint me, yes, you’ve done that very well.” Aizawa’s tone is harsh, incensed. “I catch you trying to sneak out again, and all you can do is offer excuses.”

Biting your lip, you spread your hands quickly, trying to appease him. “I was just going to get you a present! For-for your birthday!”

A weak excuse, one that neither of you bought.  Aizawa stood up from the couch, shaking his head.

“My birthday isn’t for another couple of weeks and you know it. Plus, we both know that you’ll be the only present I unwrap on my birthday.”

The sordid promise made your heart drop, tensing up as your stepdad came closer and closer, until he stood in front of you. Tall, imposing, irritated.

“I’m sorry….” You manage, staring down at your feet. It’s too intimidating to try and meet his gaze, those light grey eyes that fill you with fear and guilt.

“I’m sure you are. How are you going to make it up to me?” And there it was, the always-dreaded initiation. You often wondered how Aizawa would be like with a woman his age, someone willing and eager to please him. Would he force them like this?

A minute stretched by while your mind worked, trying desperately to think of some other way to soothe his ire. Every time you undressed for him, every time he touched your body, every time you were forced to touch him made you feel dirty, tainted, disgusting.

Damaged goods.

“I can choose-“

“No!” You cried, head snapping up, fingers flying to his shirt to fist in the soft fabric before you remembered yourself. “I mean, no Dad, I’ll make it up to you.”

The words felt vile in your mouth, like poison. But of your two options, having the slightest bit of control over the situation was preferable. Whenever your stepdad chose some way for you to show that you were sorry, it hurt. He’d introduced you to anal, forcing you to take his thick fingers deep, stretching you out with various plugs and toys, drizzling more and more lube into your hole until you were loose enough to take him.

This way, you could avoid his painful favorite.

Taking a deep breath, you steered him back to the couch, and the man sat, looking up at you expectantly.

You dropped to your knees, spreading his thighs with your hands, the limbs giving way easily. The waistband of his sweats was pulled down easily, your fingers hooking into his briefs to pull them down as well.

He was already hard.

“C’mon, don’t make me wait.” Your stepdad urged, one hand coming to lace through your hair, loosely gripping the aback of your head. You suppose it could be taken as a reassuring gesture, but you knew what it really was; a threat.

You kept your face neutral as you kissed the mushroom tip, a bead of precum wetting your lips. You’d earned quickly that making any sort of face at the sight, smell, or feel of Aizawa’s dick would be met with swift punishment. He’d shove his cock down your throat and keep it there until your legs went numb, until tears pricked at your eyes.

And you’d still have to suck him off afterwards.

So you kept your face relaxed, slowly licking along the length, fondling his balls, kissing the base of his cock noisily.

A long lick from the base to the tip before you took him in your mouth, tucking your teeth behind your lips. Your tongue took over now, swirling around the head, laving broad strips against the very tip, swiping the precum away on each lick.

Raising your eyes to gauge his reaction was a mistake, Aizawa staring down at you with a hooded gaze, relaxing back into the couch.

“Make it up to me.”

You sucked, hard, swallowing around his dick as you eased it towards the back of your throat. You had to build up to deepthroating, still had trouble with it and your gag reflex, but your stepdad was a diligent teacher.

He was holding himself back, thighs flexing aside your head as he stopped himself from thrusting up into your mouth, from hunching over and using you like a toy, making you gag and sob and drool around his length. Aizawa wanted you to do all the work, wanted you to show him how sorry you really were by making him cum.

Moving your head faster, you bobbed on his length, cringing internally as drool slipped down your chin, towards your chest. You hated when it got messy.

Aizawa placed his other hand against your cheek, stroking the side of your face, but you could tell that he was really feeling for the outline of his cock in your mouth, thick, stocky fingers pressing insistently.

You made a little noise of protest, quickly trying to morph it into a moan, pulling off of him to catch your breath. Your hands twisted around his length, stimulating him in place of your mouth while you breathed, sloppy, slick sounds being heard each time your fist met his pelvis.

“Do it like I taught you.” Were his next instructions, Aizawa obviously getting bored by your hand job. You wanted to kick, and scream, and cry, maybe bite his dick off.

But he’d trained you well.

So you took a deep breath before plunging back down again, moving your head enthusiastically as you throat-fucked yourself, willing your gag reflex to stay calm.

It was only when you felt his dick slip into your throat did your stepdad start to make noise, groaning a little bit as he fisted his hand further into your hair. He was subtly guiding you with the hand, forward and back, forward and back, but letting you move about freely.

After all, you were supposed to be apologizing.

“That’s it, just like that.”

His orgasm built up slowly, cock twitching inside your mouth as you worked him higher and higher, hands playing with the length of his cock that you couldn’t fit into your mouth. You had to pull off once more to breath, chest heaving, desperately trying to jerk him to completion while his length wasn’t lodged in your mouth.

No such luck.

He came in your mouth, hips bucking a little as he released his milky seed. You squeezed your eyes shut, clenching your fists as you willed yourself not to recoil, not to get sick, not to make a face or do anything else to earn Aizawa’s anger.

You swallowed it down without a fuss, hating yourself for every second you spent being compliant.

But what else could you do?

Cock softening against his thigh, you tucked him back into his sweatpants, leaning your face against his leg to rest for a second.

Your stomach felt warm, full. It made you so sick.

“That was good, you’re learning.” Even his praise was clinical, almost detached. You hated him.

“I’m still upset with you though.”

The admission made you lift your head, turning to your stepfather with a quizzical expression, hurt, feeling betrayed.

“But dad, I just-I got you off? Isn’t that enough?” You wanted to add a “please”, beg for him to say yes, that all is forgiven, that he wasn’t mad anymore, that he wasn’t going to hurt you, or make you do anything else.

Aizawa tutted. “It’s enough when I say it is, and you messed up big time. You think a measly little blowjob makes up for all the shit you’ve tried to pull today? I don’t think so.”

“But, wasn’t it-didn’t I do good? I thought-“

“It was nice, you’re getting the hang of how to move your tongue. But I think there should be a little more effort put into your apology.”

You wanted to cry. This wasn’t fair, you had done enough already, wasn’t he satisfied? Why was he like this, so creepy and gross? Why couldn’t you have had a normal stepfather, who treated you like a normal person, who didn’t rip away your autonomy and freedom.

Aizawa could tell you weren’t fond of having to continue, but he wasn’t fond of your behavior.

A sudden jerk from the hand in your hair had you gasping in pain, Aizawa leaning over as he pulled you towards him. Your hands grabbed for his wrists, but he was already talking, anger swimming in those grey eyes of his.

“I’m being lenient with you. Do you understand how awful you’ve been these past few weeks? You’re pathetic. You think I wouldn’t catch you trying to sneak out the back door? You think I wouldn’t notice the hickies on your neck after you come home from “hanging out” with your girls?”

Your blood ran ice cold, draining out of your face. You thought you had told your (tentative, maybe) boyfriend to not leave any marks, that your dad would notice, that you’d get in trouble. You though you’d gotten away with that little secret, with the fact that you’ve been seeing someone every time you tell your dad you’re just chilling with friends.

Trying to sneak out the back door had been dumb, but you had felt desperate, upset, detested by your life. Hating the daily routine of being assaulted by your stepdad, being forced to be obedient and docile and cater to his lecherous whims.

Spread your legs when he asks, suck him off under the table when he tells you to, keep the bathroom door unlocked when you take a shower, in the off chance that he’d like to join you.

Not being able to tell anyone, caring the burden of shame and regret like heavy weights on your back.

Having to kiss him on the mouth, feel his stubble burning your cheeks, the sensitive skin of your thighs when he felt particularly giving.

His daily “lessons” almost always made you cry, either his harsh words or his insistence that you learn how to please him, it was only your natural role.

A daughter should always do her best to please her daddy.

Even just a night of freedom away from his grasp was welcomed, savored as a treat. You just needed to get away, but even that was asking too much.

“So-“ Aizawa released you, and you immediately rubbed at your stinging scalp. “What do you think I should do?”

“I-I wanna go to bed.” You mumbled, eyes darting wildly around the room, focusing anywhere except the dark-haired man in front of you.

“Oh? I didn’t expect you to be so forward about that.” He taunted, leaning forward onto his knees, lacing his fingers together with a mean smirk.

“No, I want to sleep….. please.” You knew that Aizawa had intentionally misunderstood you, intent on making you plead with him for simple mercies like sleep.

Aizawa sighed, rising to his feet. You scrambled to your feet also, feeling too small and weak kneeling on the floor underneath him like that. Still, he towered over you, running a lazy hand through his dark locks as he regarded you.

“I can’t just let you go unpunished, what kind of father would I be? Letting you lie and sneak around behind my back like this. Your daddy is supposed to care for you. I’d never neglect you.”

You wish he would.

“I learned my lesson dad, I swear. I won’t sneak out, I’ll-I’ll stay home and have my friends over instead of going out! Anything, just-just not……”

Not whatever he had planned for the rest of the night.

Aizawa sighed, rubbing his temples as he circled a hand around your arm, beginning to lead you towards his bedroom down the hall. You wanted to balk, but knew that doing so would only worsen your punishment.

“Thats a start, and we’ll do that moving forward. But you won’t be getting out of a punishment. Offering compromises and begging won’t get you anywhere, even if you do sound sweet.”

Pulling you into his bedroom, your stepdad let go of your arm, closing the door behind you. He moved to turn on a lamp by the bedside, turning off the overhead light so the room was cast in a low, yellow glow.

“Strip, then on the bed.”

You trembled as you slowly shucked off your clothes, Aizawa beginning to do the same, his eyes fixed on you the entire time.

But that was normal.

Aizawa was a fit man, able to manhandle you and pin you down, keep you still with the muscles hiding under his skin. But he was a father, and older, his body taking on the characteristics of someone who enjoyed life.

His thighs were thick, his abdomen sturdy. He wasn’t out of shape by any means, but his muscles were overplayed with a nice layer of fat. He looked like a bear, with the dark hair on his chest, his thick limbs, his solid frame.

But the man wasn’t shy, and by the time you had stripped down to your panties he was completely nude, pink cock soft against his thigh.

“Dad, I really don’t want to do-“

“I don’t care. Get on the bed.”

You bit your lip, staying still. “Please, please, I said I’m sorry-“

Within a second, Aizawa’s hand was around your throat, his eyes blazing as he shoved you against the wall.  

“This is what’s going to happen.” His voice was raspy, grinding out past his clenched teeth as he invaded your space. “You’re going to do as I say and get on the bed, or else I’ll use my belt on you until you bleed. Once you’re on the bed, you’re going to lay nice and pretty for daddy while I get everything ready. I got a candle to play with, and a couple of toys, and daddy wants to see how well they makes you moan for me.”

You were shivering, fingers scrabbling at the hand squeezing your airway, still allowing you to breath, but just barely.

“You’re gonna get all fucked out and stupid, ’n then I’m gonna bounce you on my cock until I’m satisfied, got it?” The man continued, his nose almost touching yours “Then you’re gonna wear a plug all night, and all tomorrow morning. I get to have you whenever I want, and you won’t complain or else I’ll cum inside, alright?”

Nodding your head, you felt tears rising. You had to do what Aizawa said though, you couldn’t take the risk of having the man cum inside.

“I’ll decide a better way to continue your punishment tomorrow, when I’m not as upset with you. Maybe by then you’ll figure out how to listen to daddy.”

When the man released your throat, you gasped, coughing a bit as you sucked in oxygen. Aizawa was already pushing you towards the bed, eyes trained on your figure.

The new knowledge that this wouldn’t even be the brunt of your punishment was devastating, and you felt your chest tighten up as you struggled not to cry. Crying would only get him to mock you.

All you could do was comply.

“I need you to remember-“ Your step dad catches you by the wrist, tilts your chin with a finger so he can stare into your eyes. “You’re mine.”

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[lizmindpalace]

Blood and Crime

Summary: A new and unusual murderer will make Sherlock change in ways he would have never expected.

Warnings: In this work there will be eventual explicit content, graphic depictions of violence, there may be a lot of triggers such as anxiety, depression, paranoid, mental illness, murder, suicidal tendencies, horror, very toxic relationships, manipulation, sexual innuendoes, gore, lots of blood, nightmares, fantasy and vampires.

You can find it also on AO3.

Chapter 7- Crime

Newspapers could be found piled up in the centre of the living room at Baker Street on the little table when a recent and interesting crime was slowly encroaching the attention of everyone in London, a serious crime, either because it was ticklish and involved ravening murderers or because it had to be solved having a race against time. It was almost unfathomable the way facts could be twisted among the lines of the sensationalism of the London press and in order to approach as much as possible to the real story, the notes of every newspaper had to be read, hence the coincidences in all of them could be found. 

However, in this specific case, there was little to be told, most of journalists agreed that the atrocity of the crime had been vast, and at the same time invisible, they could not decide, allegedly the case was so eerie, they were all perplexed and their tiny detective skills were useless now, they could not find a rational explanation to the thread that had led to that situation. John, on the other hand, trusted Sherlock would be able to make the pieces fall into places and solve that puzzle, no matter how much tangled it was. 

"So?"

John knew Sherlock's eyes shone every time he had a clue, even if his face remained emotionless, and that triumph expression was now drawn in his pupils, defeating his cold and apathetic look.

"I haven't figured it out yet" he muttered. "I will, soon". 

 Sherlock had given in his habit of smoking and nicotine patches turned out being an effective displacement to fight anxiety, product of the uncertainty that the lack of knowledge brings with it, as if it was a thunder that surprises an individual lost in the middle of the darkness, yet over the last days, Sherlock had increased the amount of patches from three to seven but his anxiety or desire for an adictive substance, that was not cocaine or morphine, would not recede.

He had adopted his usual but always weird position that indicated he was wandering through his mind palace and John noticed he was having trouble focusing, so he decided to give him some time alone, after all, he had things to do and the feeling of a crime such as this one was dismal... or enthralling, it depended on the individual, or rather if his last name was Watson or Holmes.   

It was a mental clinic in the north of London, in the area where the patients under serious conditions were treated, whose mental health was completely damaged. That wing in the hospital served as shelter for people that suffered from schizophrenia and were no longer able to discern real life from their hallucinations, real people from their persecutors; dissociative identity disorder and some with several and more complicated illnesses such as zoophagous people and even there was a case of cannibalism that was under control, according to the expert of the hospital. 

In words of the nurses, one of the patients, who had not been so long there and whose diagnose had recently improved, had to be putted down once more using tranquilisers over the last week, due to a sudden and unexpected aggressive period as well as uneasiness, both making a mortal combination, almost impossible to control. At night, a tranquiliser would be injected after dinner, hence he could sleep, the patient would show some resistance because he argued there was some kind of presence waiting for him to fall asleep though. It was planned some brain radiographs would be taken to find out if it was schizophrenia the new inhabitant of his brain, the one that produced the deliriums. 

That evening he had persisted with his ideas; he said the shadow he would always see under the moonlight that came through the little hole, that was supposed to be a window, had told him it would be his last night. The nurses tried to make him stay calm, tried to shut his fears and provided him the medicine, as they would do now every night. The next morning once they unlocked the door, they found out lying on the floor a distorted face: puffy closed eyes, broken nose, twisted lips, disfigured cheekbones as though he had received a thrashing, the spine was also broken, and he had suffered from an acute anaemia, there was not a single drop of blood in his body. The view left everyone flabbergasted, no one was able to find an explanation to such a violent death for a man, and the way the facts had occurred was also an enigma that could not be solved.

Lestrade was also surprised, and he also lacked a proper explanation of the facts, he was limited by his abilities in the criminology science, so he had called Sherlock at first time in the morning, hoping that his knowledge and abilities would be of use, and he could actually explain what had happened in that case with such a turbulent and dark environment, he knew it was Sherlock's speacialty and at any second, he would be begging for him to come to the crime scene. 

A couple of hours later, the detective moved around the room with cold but light hues as if it was a place he knew well. There was no trace of intruders, no one who was an outsider had been there, except for the detective himself, of course, who carefully walked from one spot to another and was now examining the corpse, there was no trace of murder, yet those injuries had to be produced by someone else, the victim could not have done that to himself, and in addition, no one had heard anything, not a single noise coming from either the room or another part of the hospital. It had been a quiet night for the patients, allegedly, everyone had deeply slept, regardless the fact the screams of the victim must have uttered, due to that massacre, should have been heard all around the place, and someone should have gone to give a look, to help. 

"Any theory?"  Lestrade was shocked, and that picture had left a knot in his stomach that would not disappear before some time, at least some days.

"Two" Sherlock snickered, he didn't think he had to force himself to hide his fun, he hadn't had such a good mood since a long time ago, and this case was both interesting and dreadful, features he loved when it came to a case. Sometimes detective inspector Lestrade could not stand Sherlock Holmes' behaviour, and his blood would freeze.

"Which are?" he asked in an attempt to rush things; hence he could send Sherlock home and stop seeing that damn sociopathic smile.

"Either he was killed under the effects of a strong drug or poison, or someone in this place murdered him and had some allies. We'll wait for the forensic examination results". 

The detective went back to Baker Street under the moonlight, the coldness was slapping his curls and immaculate face, but he didn't feel cold. 

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[giorno-plays-piano]

Abominable Part 1

Pairing: mage!Peter Parker x mage!Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, murders, possible gore in the future chapters, pretty dark story overall.

Words: 1543

Summary: An investigator of the Mage's Association, you are sent to discover the mystery behind a series of murders before more sinister events take place.

P.S. This was inspired by The Garden of Sinners particularly. I loved it dearly when I was a teenager.

To avoid any confusion, the reader is neither good nor bad due to the nature of her profession. Peter is an adult.

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Stepping on a platform with a vintage Samsonite briefcase in your hand, you looked at the people standing aside, most of them waiting for other passengers to leave the train. Although you knew the face of a magus who was supposed to meet you, it was hard to recognize him in the crowd, and you stared at all those people in front of you, clenching the briefcase’s handle. You hated waiting.

Of course, Lord Pierce wasn’t too happy with your arrival: the old fool thought he was untouchable even after a series of murders and an unnatural magic activity in Tombra that got the Mage's Association alarmed. You remembered the revulsion in Mr. Stark’s voice when he talked of Alexander. The old aristocracy, Lord Pierce was an outstanding magus who had long abandoned practicing any decent magic and instead preferred to exploit the strength of his numerous successors. While he still had some friends in the Association, Stark hated him greatly and was happy to remind him who was in control.

Naturally, Pierce knew why you came to Tombra, and the conversation between you two didn’t go well. You didn’t hide your intentions: you were the Investigator of the Clock Tower, and your job was to figure out what was happening in that megalopolis where Lord Pierce resided proudly. It meant you were going to be a great disturbance and a possible danger to many aristocratic families under Alexander’s protection. 

It wasn’t surprising he chose the most useless assistant to help you find out the truth. His name was Peter Parker, and he was class D+ magus who attended neither Clock Tower nor Atlas Academy. His role was to slow you down, you thought and sighed. 

Suddenly, you saw a familiar face when a young man hurried to you, his cheeks red, sweat running down his face: apparently, he was late. You snickered, looking at his formal attire - his black tie was so long as if he stole it from his father.

Once he was close enough, the young man stood tall, at attention, waiting for you to say something as he stared at you with awe and horror.

“Lady Ragna of the Clock Tower,” you named your rank coldly, and your companion nervously bit his lower lip, acting exactly how you expected of him.

“Peter of Tombra! Pleased to make your acquaintance!” He sounded too excited, and his hands were trembling a little, although he tried hiding it.

Gods, what was he good for in a situation like this, unless he possessed some extraordinary powers not stated in his file? Well, now was the time to discover that, you thought as you narrowed your eyes at the young man.

"Your primary magecraft?"

"B-bounded fields and healing!"

Nothing spectacular there, but bounded fields could be of use to you if you would ever be attacked while performing magic.

"Elements?"

"Water and wind!"

This was better: magi controlling more than one element were still rare, and the boy could make a nice apprentice if he were to be send to the Clock Tower. Besides, with Tombra surrounded by a river, a liquid manipulation skill Peter definitely possessed could be valuable, too.

"Magic circuit composition?"

"N-normal?"

"Any familiars?"

"None."

He was clearly feeling like a mouse in front of a snake, his face getting even more red with every second, and you found the situation rather funny.

"Your motto?" You stared him dead in the eye.

For a second Peter looked horrified, his mouth slightly open as if he were to say something, but you heard no sound coming from him. Then, as if struck by lightning, he gibbered with fear, "Live p-proudly?"

Oh boy. He really thought you were being serious when you talked rubbish with a stony face. If anybody was to talk about a personal motto, even the most pretentious magi of the Clock Tower would burst out laughing.

Rolling your eyes skyward, a gleam of deviltry in them, you smirked, "It was a joke. Don't ever use a motto, it's a terrible idea."

"Thank goodness! I thought it's something high magi of Clock Tower have." The next second Peter made a sigh of relief, and then the both of you laughed loudly, making other people on the platform throw glances at you.

Although you realized the young man had much less experience than you, you still felt he would be fun to have around. If he could make your life a little easier, you would accept his help.

Moving away from the platform and soon passing through the station's hall, you went straight to the city streets instead of catching a taxi. Peter hurried after you, still perplexed at your refusal to let him carry your bag - you guessed he expected you to boss him around, and it made you chuckle. What Pierce was doing with young magi here if Peter had such an impression about higher-ups?

"Lady Ragna, I was informed that the cottage where you chose to stay is in the suburbs. Did you decide to change it?" He asked, seeing you walking to a completely different place.

"No, it's the same cottage. If you wonder why we aren't driving there right now, I'd prefer to patrol the streets tonight to get to know the city. We can discuss the details of the job in the meantime."

You walked away fast, not looking at your companion anymore and watching the night city instead: you had never been to Tombra before, but many magi from the Clock Tower were born there, and their talk about the city always made you a little jealous. Born in a small town to a simple human woman who knew nothing of magic, you always wished to know what it was like to grow up in a true magic society like the one in Tombra, a home to many noble families, albeit smaller and less significant than those living in the capital. 

The city looked exactly like you imagined it: giant grey buildings stood besides the streets, and while they didn't look particularly pretty, you loved those countless neon signages and bright posters that were shining even in the darkness of the night. The streets were busy with tourists admiring the city, couples walking out of the fancy restaurants and cinemas, and young people, recklessly snooping around some nightclubs and bars, trying to get in despite the security glaring at them and requiring them to show their ID cards while the kids pretended they forgot them. There was also a small marketplace with colorful food trucks and booths, offering both local and international cuisine, and you blended into the crowd immediately, taking some crepes and then buying takoyaki - Peter, following you like a puppy, looked shocked.

"I can't do my job on an empty stomach," you smirked and handed him some takoyaki.

Funny enough, he accepted the second you showed the plastic plate into his hands, eating so hungrily as if he had been starving the whole day.

"Well, now since I feel a bit better, let's talk business," you motioned the young man to follow you, and turned to a narrow alley, leaving the noisy market that was going to be full of people for at least a couple of hours more. "Do you have any idea why I have been sent by the Association?"

Licking his fingers, Peter looked somewhat shyly at you, probably afraid he would say something silly, "From what I understand, the reason is some unnatural magic activity the Association couldn't trace, and the involvement of its user in several murders."

"Correct." Crossing the alley, you scratched the chipped paint from an old building in front of you and looked at your fingers, furrowing your brows. "To be precise, the reason why the Association didn't leave these murders to a human police is the method how these murders were carried on. Whoever did it pretty much sucked the soul out of victims' bodies."

Peter frowned, staying still while you kept examining the concrete wall in front of you, drawing strange symbols that started glowing immediately as you finished them.

"It may sounds funny, but the ritual necessary to prevent the soul of a dead person to come back to Akasha is known only to a couple of magi, and each of them is considered a great danger to the society by the Association. This alone is a threat, but Mr. Stark's other concern is the indefinite nature of magic practiced in Tombra. It is likely that the magus responsible for the deaths is planning something much more sinister, and we can't allow this to happen."

Finding what you were looking for, you nodded to yourself and moved further, Peter walking right beside you with a concerned expression on his face. He was probably surprised you didn't need his guidance, but you spent the last three days memorizing Tombra's map.

"Do you mean that the souls of victims can be combined to become a power source for some... dark ritual or something?" He asked nervously, licking his lips.

You smirked, turning to him and pointing to the wall of the next building that started to glow subtly as you got close, "Exactly, Peter."

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[percabeth4life]

Not a relationship, but how would you do Percy hosting Kronos and then the Titans winning?

Hmm, okay so to start with this I would actually have Kronos good at manipulation.

Like book one is the sweet spot here. Percy has just learned about the Gods, he doesn't have any real connections to the Godly world and they're screwing him over right then. His life is being threatened for a crime he didn't commit, the camp has basically abandoned him, Hades stole his mom, and Poseidon appears to have only claimed him so he can do his dirty work.

Frankly, if Rick had written Kronos even slightly competent in manipulation then Percy would've been on his side. Like canonically there was basically nothing keeping Percy on the Gods side right then.

So Kronos speaks sweet words and promises, shows Percy how good things to be under his rule, promises to save his mom, talks up how bad the Gods are. He reassures Percy that he doesn't want death, he just wants to replace the Gods with their faulty rule. He goes on and on about all the improvements he'd make (talking animals! Plenty of food for all! No painful deaths! Peaceful afterlives!) and coaxes Percy gently to his side.

Then when Percy returns to camp and is loved, he acts all comforting. He talks about how he's so sorry Percy now has to deal with the people that abandoned him prior. And now they pretend to have been his friends? Oh wow that shroud they made for you... I'm so sorry, you deserve better. You deserve people who care.

Luke is of course assigned to stick close to Percy and be kind and supportive and to subtle talk down the camp and the people.

Then at the end of book 1, he has Luke offer Percy a position by his side instead of the pit scorpion scene. And frankly, with all the manipulation going on prior, Percy is on board.

So then Percy is by their side, and that means things like... the fleece don't work. Percy was the reason that succeeded after all. So maybe the Titan's get the fleece and that speeds up Kronos' recovery. Also Clarisse and Grover may die there (could die there, we could kill them now because how would they escape without Annabeth and Percy? And how would Annabeth get there without Percy gaining the attention he did?), but we'll say that they manage to escape thanks to their own clever skills. It's a close thing though.

And the quest in book three... well honestly they probably wouldn't have caught Thorn taking the kids without Percy so jot that down as another fail. And now two more big three kids are on the Titan's side (we get Kronos scolding Thorn for taking them by force, he was supposed to be kind. Percy is a reassuring presence, just a bit older and more than happy to talk about how things are great here).

And well, maybe the quest still happens in book 3, maybe not. Maybe Artemis decides to go off looking for the cause of whatever monster is stirring (maybe she's noticed, maybe there are rumors, maybe the Ophiotaurus dies in the ocean without Percy to rescue it).

We'll say that Artemis does go, she's wanting proof for the council that they need to mobilize. The Titans ask a girl demigod on their team to hold up the sky just for a few minutes, three at most, then shove Artemis in there and Artemis saves her and takes the sky.

So a quest is sent out, only this time Percy and Bianca aren't there, so it's only three sent on the quest. Or maybe Annabeth goes too. And it goes alright... except it doesn't also. You could say they get defeated in the museum (but we'll say they figure it out). They have no warning for the skeletons but they can see them so they flee. No Bianca means no issue in Hephaestus' junkyard so no death there. They have to walk to the dam which could slow them down. There's no one to catch Mr. Ocean shape shifter so they just have to go to the garden (they never find out what happened to the Ophiotaurus, maybe he died, maybe he's in a lovely tank with the Titan's because they need Percy and Percy wants him to live so he'll live).

And without Percy to hold the sky, Artemis is still trapped.

At this point Kronos has had the fleece for 6 months, and that thing can work miracles. Combine that with the people still joining... well Perhaps he's all ready now.

Perhaps who steps out is not Percy, but Kronos in Percy's body.

So they're facing two Titans, not one. None of them escape.

The Titan's now hold all the possible prophecy children.

And that's the end of it for the Gods. They have a missing Goddess, all the prophecy children missing, the lieutenant of the hunt missing, and Camp's main strategist missing.

They don't realize until the camp is under siege that there's an opening. Camp falls quickly, because there was no Percy and Annabeth to find the Labyrinth. No quest to find out what was going on with their enemies. Daedalus has no second thoughts.

Camp falls with Kronos waltzing in and taking over. Atlas is by his side. It's quick and brutal (but maybe not fatal for the camp, Kronos wants followers after all, killing them is counterproductive). He puts Atlas in charge there, keep them alive Atlas, and then plans to go on Olympus.

There is no Typhoon this time, no Percy to awaken him. So things are a bit harder, but also easier. Kronos can cause his own distractions afterall, and Poseidon is still trapped in the ocean battling Okeanus.

Kronos is more than capable of mimicking that situation and splitting up the Gods. Hades won't interfere, not without Nico, and Demeter and Persephone are with him. Hestia isn't a warrior. Poseidon is in the ocean. That leaves Hera and Zeus on Olympus to fight as the big six, and then the other Olympians (minus Artemis).

Hermes may go to Luke if Luke calls, how easy would that trap be to set? So Hermes is caught by Luke when Luke lies to him about having second thoughts.

Kronos targets Apollo personally because Apollo is a dangerous God to have out and about. He's put next to his sister (and takes the burden for her but she's exhausted and weakened and they're both caught still).

Before they march on Olympus Kronos is healed enough to take his own form, he leaves Percy (leaves him alive too, Percy has been such a helpful minion after all, he gets rewarded) and takes shape. He marches on Olympus himself, his forces by his side.

Percy and Luke as his right hand men.

And Olympus falls.