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maxwell-grant · 5 months

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(VENTURE BROS FINALE SPOILERS)

There's this thing I keep thinking back to in The Venture Bros, that is the way everyone talks about Jonas Venture. The early myth of Jonas Venture, the great man and hero beloved by everyone who has been succeeded by a less-than-great failure of a son, is eventually twisted around with the gradual reveal of Jonas as a horrible man who did horrible things to his son that made him the way he is, and with every subsequent appearence unveiling more and more about the depths of depravity Jonas was actively capable of. We get to see how much Jonas is responsible for many of the issues all the characters find themselves envolved in, how much can be traced back to him, and we see things he's done that even appalled the rest of the old Team Venture who seemed mostly fine with all the other things he was doing. Rusty even gets a couple of moments of catharsis where he's shown to be making progress in having moved past his dad.

But the way people talk about Jonas Venture never changes. There is no reckoning for anyone other than maybe Rusty. Jonas Venture is the biggest and most successful and influential character even after his death, and his perception at large never remotely changes. He is the biggest monster, and so he has the best public image out of everyone. All the little monsters are just playing in his pool, and even all the other not-monsters will cover for him and praise him no matter what he did, no matter how many people he killed, no matter how many children's lives he ruined or how much destruction he left everywhere he went.

When we're introduced to Professor Victor von Helping, the kindest and most helpful person Dean's ever had in his life, he expresses open admiration for Jonas as an inspiration for getting into science, something he will explain to Dean was what saved him and allowed him to take control of his life from his horrible father, and this is directly after the Morpho saga that had shown us Jonas at his absolute worst. And the thing is, we're not meant to think less of Von Helping for it. He is not malicious, he doesn't worship science or Jonas for any nefarious or ignorant reason, he just knows what everyone does: that Jonas Venture was a great scientist who changed the world and has been succeeded by a not very impressive son.

Ben, who personally assisted Jonas in the cloning process and who knows what else and now lives in a graveyard of hundreds of people whose deaths he directly attributes to both Rusty and Jonas, is still about as benevolent as a super scientist can really be in the setting, and in the movie he helps cap off the show with a message to Hank Venture that he delivers based on what Jonas passed onto him. He attributes "Blood doesn't make a family; love does", a closing statement on the show, as heartfelt wisdom from Hank's granddad. It's not played for irony. We can debate whether it's meant to have some or the degree to which that statement can be read as malicious coming from Jonas or someone who was that closely affiliated with him, but none of that even really matters in that moment of Hank's closure and Ben being able to provide some with what he claims to be Jonas' teachings.

None of this takes away from all the horrible things Jonas did. None of this is meant to be any kind of redemption for him or his legacy. His legacy may be complicated, but Jonas Venture was not a complicated man. Complications and moral dillemmas are things he invented for the little people around him to deal with, whether they fought for the Guild or the OSI, or they are little Ventures scurrying in his shadow. Moral greyness was just a thing for chumps to be concerned about while Jonas ruled the world unimpeded from doing whatever he wanted to whoever he wanted.

Usually when shows have this big, massive force behind so many unfolding events and characters and traumas, there's a degree to which their comeuppance involves some kind of larger reckoning. They get exposed for who they are, their legacy crumbles, their great deeds are rendered lesser, they are given ignoble fates or some kind of retributive punishment, society can rest easier with the great evil exposed and defeated, and the audience can rest easier knowing that, if some great evil like this was made public and exposed, we'd do something about it. We'd so something about it on a scale that matters and stops it from happening again.

We need to believe that's what happens because we can't, and maybe we must never, accept that it doesn't work that way, that all around us are monuments and reminders that celebrate the monstrosities of our forefathers and their grip on our current lives, even when everything they've done and continue doing is public record, even when you tell someone about it and they still keep doing it, and everyone around you gives them a pass to do it so long as it (and by "it", they mean you) doesn't bother them.

And it's not like none of those things happened with Jonas, he did get a deserving comeuppance of sorts in the Morpho trilogy. But nobody really cared. Nobody that mattered cared. Only Rusty cares, and Rusty doesn't matter. Certainly not as much as his dad matters. Jonas gets the approval of the world and all the accolades and statues that follow, and he gets to crush his children forever under the weight of his legacy because of that. All they can do is try and survive past him, and even that is enough of a struggle.

But even with all of that, even with Ben's gentle and comforting parting words being another reminder that history exonerates Jonas for everything he's done while looking down on those he victimized, I find myself thinking of the fact that the last we ever see of Jonas' image is that accursed statue finally being toppled off it's pedestal, and the entire cast banding together to rescue The Monarch, his other son and victim, from it. They may not even like him (and for good reasons), but they don't let the invincible grip of his father take him to the grave. It takes them all to push back Jonas, but they push him back nonetheless, and Monarch lives another day.

It's not what the movie ends on, it's more of a funny moment than anything. It's just I was going to end this ramble pessimistically, until I remembered this frame. The true final word on him.

May we all survive the Jonas Ventures of our lives and push those fuckers back into the trash where they belong.

#venture bros #the venture bros #rusty venture #jonas venture #the monarch #adult swim #vb

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cologona · 23 days

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If you won some sort of lottery contest and DC allowed you to write a comic run for any character, any topic, no limits, what would your comic be like?

What kinda plot and characters would you want to etch into official DC canon? (Or would you prefer to write an elseworlds kinda thing?)

-redhoodinternaldialectical from the "main" blog

Sorry it took a while to answer this, I got pretty carried away! Jason is my favorite character and the character I know most about, so of course I'd write about him. This is going to be pretty long winded and fanfic-y, hope you don’t mind!

First things first I’m making both UTRH and Lost Days mostly canon again. Jason was a crime lord who did Mean Crime Lord Things for a while and that’s what I’ve decided everyone is referring to when they gesture vaguely to his villainous past.

I’m also bringing back the original “big boob” backstory where Jason makes Bruce laugh on the anniversary of his parents’ death. Catherine was an opioid addict due to illness, Willis was the person who taught Jason about cars (and thus how to jack tires) and Faye Gunn is no longer Jason’s grandma. (I really disliked Ma Gunn’s “redemption” in RHATO.) Just in case, I’m also reiterating Sheila’s role in Jason’s death.

Here’s a few lines I came up with for the Todds:

Jason keeps the letters Willis sent him from prison - the ones Ma Gunn hid- in the same picture frame that holds his Robin graduation photo with Bruce. He loved and resented Willis in equal parts, but mostly he regrets not having gotten more time. It’s all the same with fathers.

Catherine is curled up in bed, her expression is half a grimace. She asks Jason, who is reading a picture-book by her side, to get her ‘medicine’ for her. Jason doesn’t know how else to help her feel better so… that’s exactly what he does. In a moment, he returns with a small heart shaped box and a cup of microwaved soup.

If I can imply in some way that Catherine is in denial about the possibility of her dying I’d like to do that too.

I’m also doing a total overhaul of the All-Caste.

Essence is getting proper Tibetan braids, Ducra is going to wear a khampa chuba instead of her current old coat, and the Acres-of-All are getting reimagined as a towering Ziggurat with all the murals, pillars, curtains, and ornate trim befitting a monastery! The All-caste of memory will be bright and fantastical, but the ruins of the present will be dark and spooky.

Some references for what I'm talking about.

I’m also reframing the “Absolute Evil” part of the All-blades’ description to be an epithet for the Untitled. The sword is not literally judging Goodness and Evilness anymore; now they cut through negative psychic energy Jujutsu Kaisen style. I don’t think I need to spell out a justification for Jason being able to summon them whenever, but for any sticklers I’ll just say it’s because Jason- like the Untitled- has a lot of bad feelings and trace amounts of Dionesium in his system (among assorted other chemicals.)

Since Lost Days is being brought back that means instead of spending an entire 3 years with the All-Caste, Jason only spent a few weeks with them during his world-wide training arc. Ostensibly because a little magic would give him an edge over Batman. Ducra wouldn’t normally just give away powerful magic weapons to any chump with a free weekend, and she knew Jason was dangerous, but since the All-Blades are so specific and the ritual to attain them nigh-unsurvivable she saw an opportunity to use Jason. Sure she's one of the Good Guys, but she's not called a conniving old witch for nothing hoohoo!

Now a few plot ideas for a vague overall mini-arc.

First, Jason goes to ugly lengths to protect or prevent consequences from finding one of his family. Maybe someone threatens their secret identity…? The ‘opponent’ should be someone innocent and/or noble but not easily bought or fought. Maybe Vicki Vale, another Hero, or some kind of wealthy heir. The point is to cast doubt on if Jason’s return to the Bats is really so unquestionably redeeming. Jason has pretty much chosen to betray his morals for them after all.

Then, Jason chooses not to kill a villain who shortly afterwards victimizes more people and skips town before he can get caught. Basically a rehash of Diplomat’s Son except the Garzonas figure gets away. It’s technically a win for Batman- his presence kept Gotham safe after all. But it doesn’t feel like a win, especially not to Jason.

And finally, Jason frames himself for various murders committed by victims against their abusers. Maybe kick the story off with one of Ma Gunn’s boys killing her and telling the cops it was Red Hood in a desperate bid to avoid jail.

Obviously Jason can’t be allowed to do this long-term. It’s a bad precedent to set, an obstruction of justice, etc… Jason hasn’t broken The Big Rule though, and Bruce can only act so sanctimonious when those same complaints could be are made about him as well. There’s no way this ends any other way than Batman running Red Hood out of Gotham again and they both know it, but neither deviates from the path set before them.

One or two “monster of the week” issues where Jason fights various assassins and bounty hunters sent by his more influential enemies might be good- one should occur right after the above story. A consequence for his “return to form” so to speak. Batfamily fans may appreciate a scene where Bruce says something indicating that he ran Jason out for his own safety as well as Gotham’s. Batman may be able to hide in Bruce Wayne’s skin during the day but Jason’s only identity is that of Red Hood, and at times that makes him vulnerable in a way other heroes aren’t. This + some panels contrasting the generic mercenary look of Jason’s guns and equipment with the Bats’ spandex future-tech will be great for showing how separate Jason is from the Bats.

Now while Jason’s out of Gotham again there’s this detail in one of RHATO’s flashbacks that I want to expand on- that being how he used to be able to summon a lot more All-blades.

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“I had a lot of soul back then” - implying that he has a lot less soul now…!?

Jason’s been through a lot, in life sure but also more recently. Fight scenes where the All-blades take the form of daggers would not only be cool and evocative of the wavy dagger Talia gifted him way back when, they’d be good visual sign of his declining emotional state.

Later on as his soul ‘shrinks’ further, I’d give him a pair of mystical guns through which he can channel his All-blades into bullets. If it’s another gift from Talia I’m thinking dark brass revolvers with paisley filigree and a red Endless Knot charm hanging from each handle. If they’re from Essence or S’aru I’m thinking black lacquer and silver cloud-patterned ornamentation, with red coral embedded on either side of the gun. Beautiful Bayonetta-style guns with glowing red veins and a cowboy flair!

antique guns which inspired me

As for what he’s using the All-blades (All-bullets?) for, I think it’d be fun to have Jason exorcising some ghosts. He can solve various murder mysteries, figure out why this place or that person is haunted, and get into fights with horrific otherworldly creatures. Jason is an interesting character to do this premise with because he might just determine that some some spirits should get their revenge, and act on behalf of a ghost rather than erasing it.

I’m not sure whether I’d want to have Essence join him or not… On one hand it only makes sense that Jason would help Isabel and Essence find a way to free themselves from the Blood Blade, and that goal would provide his character with some direction. Then again, Essence/Isabel could be cool as antagonists. Jason might see some ghosts as valid but Essence probably wouldn’t see any merit in appeasing manifestations of lingering resentment. She’s similar to him in that she also turned her back on her family, but she’s different in that she did it because she believed so wholeheartedly in their cause. She’s old and sort of a Jedi, but she’s hot-blooded and she’ll never not be Ducra’s daughter in the same way it seems Jason can never escape Batman’s shadow. I bet she has some real juicy sunk-cost fallacy type thinking too, that’d be fun to dig into.

Anyways I think this is a pretty good set-up to explore the politics/morality of forgiveness. What makes the difference between an injustice and a hatchet that ought to be buried? When is forgiveness empowering and when is it coerced? Who is it that must forgive? Justice vs Revenge, that whole kind of thing.

Other than the supernatural stuff I want Jason working with Talia, and I’m reintroducing Sasha to the post-52 continuity. Duela is getting nixed.

I don’t really have any specific plot ideas for Talia, but I would like to establish Jason as one of her associates. With Lost Days back they have basis for an actual relationship again. They’re not always on the same side but Jason can sometimes do tasks for Talia (outside the purview of Ra’s and the LOA), and Talia can occasionally support Jason with various social power-play type moves.

An instance of Jason getting into a fight with one of the Bats because he’s doing a favor for Talia would be great! I wouldn't write Talia as an evil evil bad horrible dragon lady, so it shouldn’t be a huge blow to Jason’s status as a Good Guy. Also I like the idea of Jason and Talia’s relationship mostly being inferred through their actions supporting one another, rather than directly showing much ‘on-screen’ interaction between them.

Also it’ll be interesting to go into Bruce, Dick, and Damian’s reaction to finding out that they’re not the only ones Jason is loyal to. Bruce thinking Talia was a bad influence on Jason (like fanon), silently frustrated because what he really wants is for Jason to be a full Bat-Believer (like the good old days…). Dick being fine with Jason never falling fully in-line with Bruce, provided that at the end of the day his loyalty belonged to his family.

-brief topical detour to talk about Sasha-

The new timeline of events is that Jason and Sasha met as fellow patients while Jason was in his Vague Villain era. They escaped the hospital building together (Sasha in her bloody dress, and Jason naked save for his skimpy hospital gown dhoti) and having no one else they stuck together. They got close but at some point Sasha lost her memories, giving her a chance at a fresh start. This was around the same time Jason “redeemed” himself and so just like Max Dawkins, ‘Numbers’, and Gabby Christiensen -Sasha became another person from Jason’s past that he didn’t let himself have a relationship with.

Sasha was just old enough that she didn’t have to be sent into foster care, so with some help from Wayne Foundations she got her GED and her feet underneath her. Now… she goes to work, goes to her physical therapy appointments, fights with her mother over the phone, and yes- sometimes she goes to the club.

The new Sasha still has spiky red hair but her face looks entirely normal save for a subtle scar tracing around her jawline and chin- the edges of where her mask used to sit. She wears dark makeup and even darker clothes. She’s prone to false memories and dissociation. She’s lost most of her ability to feel pain. She can’t watch certain shows she used to love anymore because they trigger her. She never returned to Russia. She doesn’t have many friends.

Since this is comics, her reintroduction will come by way of a dramatic fight. Sasha will regain her memories one day and show up out of the blue to fight Jason, angry and heartbroken that he abandoned her. He tries to explain himself but she just says look what they did to my face, referring to the facial reconstructive surgery she was given while amnesiac. She’ll be difficult to fight, not only because being a partial Dollotron gives her enhanced strength but also because she’s being reckless and the longer they fight the more strain and damage her body accrues.

After Jason apologizes and they reconcile (they will both cry) Sasha can become a recurring side character that Jason visits, keeping him grounded and up to date with Gotham. I think it'd be cute for her to bid him farewell by saying she’ll hold the city hostage until he comes back. (Is Sasha going to become Jason’s love interest? No. If I give Jason a love interest it’s going to be Numbers.)

--Going back to the previous topic, I want Sasha’s return to be part of this greater arc of Jason addressing his "shrinking soul" problem. My brain is a little fried now so I’m not exactly sure how but she is related. I think she ought to be.

Jason wants Bruce to be right. He would like for his problem to be fixed by going home and saying sorry. But at the end of my run I want him to face the reality that it’s not about that.

...Perhaps it should be about Jason 'abandoning' Gotham? I don’t really want the final thesis of my run to imply that Jason’s soul would just be fixed if he killed Rogues though, and Jason always came back whenever a big disaster was happening so it doesn't quite fit anyways… Jason does believe in the value of “pure” heroes it’s just not what he’s supposed to be. Whatever his problem's “about” , it ought to prompt Jason to stop taking Bruce’s shit. I'm saying the man is literally breaking Jason's spirit.

I’m sympathetic to Bruce but I wouldn’t write him as a nice father. I would also have scene where a younger Bat accuses Jason of being overdramatic despite 'not even having it the worst’. I don't know who 'has it the worst' but I want to make a statement that you don't need to win the pain-race to be fed up.

Ah anyways, now my brain is really fried. I hope this post was coherent all the way through, I neglected to edit and organize my thoughts as much towards the end. Thank you for asking me such a great question, I had a lot of fun thinking about it! :D

#me rambling so much #i have been holding onto this too long #I did kind of pull and UTRH part 2 electric boogaloo with Sasha didn’t I #except I characterized her as more like fanon/movie Jason #I fixed some of the typos now #oh god I forgot to mention:#I want to have a repeated motif of timekeeping sounds #beeping alarms ticking clocks beating drums #also I want Jason to show off his knowledge of bombs and poisons #Jason’s always making antidotes to shoot people with that ought to be explored #ahhhh the ideas won’t stop coming #jason todd #scarlet sasha #essence dc #headcanons #red hood #put a pin on it #📌

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bunji-enthusiast · 2 months

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Sorry again but that scourge fic?? TYYYYY imagine this now, you're still Sonic's friend and he's particularly protective over you, the whole Sonic vs Scourge fight begins as Scourge walks out from the portal, crown on his head, Scourge flirting with YOU as he's fighting Sonic just to mess with said hedgehog and prob you?? Ooc I think but idc right now 😭

Heavy Lies The Crown — Scourge The Hedgehog

Note || thank you! I really didn’t know what to do, so I just went off on the top of my head for that fic lol. Went off the top off of my head for this one too, but I’ll do something more proper for him in the future when I can force myself to.

WC || 480

Sypnosis || One Hedgehog, Two Hedgehogs. It can get rather confusing when the greener of the two can be very indifferent compared to your more heroic friend.

“Well ain't this interestin?” Scourge chuckled, legs pushing forward as he revealed himself forth from the portal. Right now, it was just; you, Sonic and Scourge. This was a tense atmosphere of which you were not absolutely sure you could redirect, or for that matter prevent the two from fighting.

What the hell was with the crown though? That was a brand new addition, and in your honest opinion wasn’t a good choice of fashion for the rebellious hedgehog.

“Leave ‘em outta this.”Sonic growled, tentatively side-stepping to block you from his view. You were albeit confused, a hint of confusion remaining on your face despite the clear clarity of the situation.

Scourge threw his hands up in a matter of a dramatic gesture of a display, a sharp smile forming on his face, “Come on, I’m pretty sure the pretty little thing has as much business and priority in this as much as you.”

“I-”

For a moment you thought you saw the blue blur falter in his steps as he rose up to go face to face with Scourge, but you would talk about that with him later. You didn’t want to get in his way, regardless of how much you wanted to understand what the two meant.

“Eh it’s really too bad, honestly.” Scourge mentions at one point or another, whilst in the midst of fighting Sonic. This seemed to confuse you, but you couldn’t tell with the look on Sonic’s face, it looked like he just wanted to get this done and over with. You wanted too as well, but Scourge was highly unpredictable at times that even you could not understand. “You're really cute darlin, and that’s the real shame here.”

He grins when he realizes that Sonic had stopped speaking completely, leaving all preconditions out the window. That really bothered him, and Scourge was feeling all the better with it.

“Maybe you should pay attention, instead of making useless comments.” You note, crossing your arms as you already had found a safe distance away from their fighting. At most, even Sonic had found himself silently agreeing with you.

“Yeah, you gotta be sick of chasing after so many innocent mobians who had nothing to do with you in the first place.” Sonic snickers as he slides back from a rebounded attack from Scourge, he pants for a few moments as he gains his bearings again.

Scourge’s lips almost falters, revealing a short-sighted frown. “Oh shaddup, you should be the one to pay attention chump.” He gains a running start as he attacks Sonic with a stronger dash, strength was not something the green hedgehog had lacked for a very long time now. Ever since his fortunate upgrade, he felt lucky otherwise.

To be able to gain some sort of revenge on Sonic, and mess with you too at the same time was even better.

#scourge the hedgehog x reader #scourge x reader #scourge #scourge the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog

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beenjen · 4 months

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Magic ❄️ 🌨️

We had the rescheduled second gen cousin present swap Saturday evening, it was fab. Some family came in from Texas, there was ridiculousness amongst the kids all hopped up on sugar and being buckwild - an unmitigated success 🤘

My mom’s dog passed, it was sad, and emotional. Bonding though? My bro came up and we made it down, and we took care of the burial in 20 degree weather, got dad stocked up with food, et al. It was peaceful, a passing of the guard.

We made it home before the forecasted snow, and we’ve had 6-8 inches here in Nashville. While I know that is chump change for many of you, it’s been brilliant here. It’s less than 10 here right now and slated to be below freezing at night with high less than 20 until Thursday. Schools are closed. I had taken off for a transferred MLK holiday. We are holed up.

Took the kids out last night when we had a dusting. We swang in the swing-set. Looked over the river. Played with the dogs. Looked up at the sliver moon. Immersed.

We stayed up way late, slept in this morning. It snowed all night and until 3-4 pm today. We went out this morning in the yard and made snow angels. Jumped on the trampoline.

This afternoon we went back out and a quarter mile from our house is a playground and hill attached to a local church. All the neighborhood kids were sledding and it was Such a fun gem. Almost like this hidden, golden, perfect moment. All day was like that.

Tonight we went back out. All the sane parents were home and snuggled up watching movies. Us? We loaded up those kids and went back to the hill. We sled and rolled down the hill for almost 2 hours - it was completely deserted and ours for the taking.

We’ve plenty of groceries for yummy meals. Coffee. Heat. Heart. It’s been a few days of core memories if that rings true to anyone? This, today, with our kids, was all about reliving and making sure we brought them this unfettered joy. Of a snow day.

We’ve connected and unplugged and it has been perfection. Absolute perfection.

#core memory #east nashville #nashville #615 #family time #opt outside #snow #sled #snow day #perfection #this life

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tokiro07 · 4 months

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The most recent chapter is great, but also show me 2 things:

1. How poorly the Ruin arc shows Andy’s supposed “development”. I mean, for a guy who declared war on every UMA in existence and the gods, getting incapacitated by bombs of all things doesn’t help his proving that he can battle high-end UMAs, much less the gods. At the current chapter 191 Andy could absolutely negate that embarrassing loss seeing how he dealt with “genocide weapons”.

2. How the themes kinda got murky by basically saying that the random Ghost fight helped Andy grow way more than him setting out to get Fuuko back and beat Ruin and slaughtered UMAs to the point where God intervened.

I'm not really sure what you mean by the themes getting murky. It sounds like you took Andy vs. Ghost as being narratively superior to Andy vs. Seal, and mostly on the basis that he learned how to weaponize his soul in that fight

I think in one sense, it is more important to the narrative, but to me, it's more important because it's the capstone to that arc in particular. Andy vs. Seal was meant to force Andy to introspect and understand what his end goal is (growing old with people he loves) and to introduce him to the concept of materializing his soul (which he already believed in conceptually as of the Autumn arc)

Andy vs. Ghost took both of these elements to their next logical step. After learning he could materialize his soul, Andy was put in a situation where he needed to A) use his soul to move his body, and B) weaponize his soul, teaching him a major skill that would prove useful going forward. The battle itself contributed to Andy's long-term goal by allowing him to rescue Fuuko (meaning that his attempts to rescue her were directly responsible for his combat growth) AND were thematically significant because he was fighting Nico, who was ALSO fighting to retrieve the soul of his dead lover

Where Andy was fighting for Fuuko so that the two of them could save everyone and make all of their friends and loved ones happy, fighting for the future, Nico was fighting to see Ichico as he remembered her in what he knew would be his and everyone else's last moments, fighting for the past. The previous major battle, Andy vs. Rip, was nearly identical, where Rip also abandoned everyone else to go back to the way things were

Andy vs. Ghost was not a separate event from everything else in the Ruin arc, it was the climax to Andy's story in that arc - he left the Union to find Fuuko, met Lucy and learned more about himself, fought an inversion of himself in Rip and came to understand what needed to be done to make things right and achieve the world he wants to see, returned to the Union and fought another inversion of himself in Nico to finally get Fuuko back

As for Andy's actions in the Ruin arc prior to that, we didn't even know about the Superior Rules yet; we saw him tearing through a bunch of standard Rules that reshaped the world around him as they died (Insect/Thirst), a bunch of Master Rules (Magma/Gravity/Slice), and then was stopped by Seal, a UMA made specifically to counter Andy. He didn't even lose to Seal, he jumped into a seal because he saw that Lucy was able to influence him from the inside, so he thought he might be able to exploit that!

Andy was a beast during that arc, but he was a beast with maybe 200 years experience by that point; we knew Ragnarok was coming, and anyone familiar with basic storytelling could probably tell that our cast was going to lose, so of course the Andy we saw was going to get shown up by the next iteration. If you think Yr4Billion!Andy makes Yr200!Andy look like a chump, he kind of should, but only in the sense that you realize now that he still had a lot more room to grow, not that he hadn't grown by that point

I'm sorry if you don't like the Ragnarok/Ruin arc anymore, but I still think that arc is great and that this arc is great for their own separate and distinct reasons

#undead unluck #fouryearsandananime #uu spoilers

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sketchfanda · 3 months

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A Little Moxxie Love:Kinky Kiki

Within the late evening of Imp City, it was pretty much time for most save for the night owls to call it a day and start closing up shop. Business hours over and closing time for a few and that especially applied to the non-chalant building that housed both the offices of IMP and the personal recording studio of THE Verosika Mayday. Save for two stragglers of course who were in late, one of whom we find ourselves with at this very moment. The more petite but still quite sexy member of the succubus popstar's entourage known as Kiki.

The perky stringbean sex demon sat on a bare counter top glaring at her cellphone with absolute spite, eyes narrowed and glowing venomously at the text she'd received. Just the sort of news she didn't need but of course what'd this asshole know and care? There was this private little rave party happening down in Lust City tonight and the guy she'd lined up as her Plus One date claimed he had cancel, literally last minute!! She couldn't be bothered to care what excuse he had given as she deleted the message and blocked his number, taking him out from her contacts entirely.

Sometimes you had to make it clear that when it came to Verosika''s girls, you only had one shot with a good first impression and did this chump ever blow it big time. Locking and closing the studio up as she stepped out, the doors shut as she made plans to maybe give the party a miss and maybe binge-watch some porn to get off to except if it was from Valentino, that guy was a dirtbag even if some of the stuff with Angeldust was quality material. The succu-bitch's mental musing interrupted as she found she wasn't the only one who'd been stuck working late as she stood waiting for the elevator, looking over her shoulder to see a certain imp humming as he had finished closing and locking up the doors for I.M.P's office, a folder stock of papers under one arm as he now stood beside her waiting for the lift. No doubt the little dude got stuck with the last minute day's workload to sort out, knowing his luck and going by what she could remember about Verosika's shall we say, less than favourable opinion of her ex, said little dude's boss.

Not that she felt the need to pry into his personal business of course, the sweet little possum seemed more than used to Blitzo's antics, as the pair stood in comfortable silence side by side as they waited for the elevator. Moxxie humming a little tune, whistling in between while Kiki would glance at him in between browsing her phone as the succubus groupie wondered if maybe the little guy might be considerate enough to take up being her plus one for the rave. After all when opportunity came knocking with a chance to do the horizontal tango with the imp stud that rocked Verosika Mayday's world, you'd do well sure to make sure to seize it. Kiki of course mulled it over in her brain as the duo stepped into the elevator soon as it dinged its arrival, the doors opening as she pushed the button for the ground floor.

It was all going about as routine as an elevator ride could get of course, the dull music piping and chiming in through the speakers as the cubicle made it was way down the shaft. Moxxie being the polite little gentleman he was of course doing his best not to stare at Kiki, not that you could blame after what had happened in the studio before the whole spring Break fiasco. The petite, perky succubus of course pressing her thighs together as she felt them all soaked and sticky, just being this close to the little stud imp was getting her horny. Memories of that video she'd watched over and over, the fantasies shared back and forth between herself, Milky, Coco and Apple, to say nothing of the scent of sex she could detect off of him.

It was somewhere between a few hours to days but in her eyes, it was akin to a Yautja's visual spectrum as she could pick up the distinct aura and flavours of Moxxie's liaisons. From the constant fresh perfume of his wife and that moody Hellhound to Verosika herself, who knew the little dude was such an erotic dynamo. It was taking much willpower to resist pouncing on him and finally have herself a ride on the Moxxie thrill ride, deciding to bite the bullet and ask him out to the rave, the imp and succubus fumbled a bit a the elevator car shook a bit before coming to a half as its lights dimmed slightly. Just their luck, seems a glitch had caused them to wind up stuck and who knows how long they'd be stuck in here for.

Fortunately between their cells and the elevator's emergency phone, they were able to ensure help would be on the way but for all Kiki knew, the rave would be halfway done if not long since over by the time they got out. What's more, this damn box as getting hotter by the minute and she was getting hornier, the scent from Moxxie intensifying as she could practically feel herself going into heat. Struggling as she fidgeted about trying not to touch herself, all the while that adorkable possum tried to kill any pending awkward silence with small talk. Unaware for the time being that Kiki was an erotic ticking timebomb that could go off a any moment, really such a sweetheart being stuck in an elevator with a succubus and he's not even trying to force himself on her, small wonder he was named Moxxie.

Moxxie:*Humming away as he browsed his phone, the folder of paperwork kept tucked away in a corner as he looked for a topic to pass the time. Figuring Kiki wasn't one for anything related to politics either or boring junk like that, all the while not yet realising she was looking ready to pounce and ride him for some hot, sweaty babymaking.*"Soooooooo..........how about the weather huh? Think it might rain later today?"*In her current state of arousal of course, bless the sweet little possum's infernal heart of gold, all it would take for a succubus like Kiki is any chance to respond the with a flirt or a double entendre. But at the volume of bitch in heat state she was in right now, subtlety was going right out the goddamn window.*

Kiki:*Silently hisses, erotically biting her lower lip as she felt a shuddering tingle run up along her spine at hearing Moxxie's sweet little voice. Eyes half-lidded as she looked at him with sensual desire, giggling and purring as she leaned in close to him, her warm breath in his ear.*"Mhmm, you know what? I'm so fucking wet right now...." *The sheer rapture she felt his reaction, the look of shock and surprise on his adorable face was just delicious but as not as delicious as she found his lips as she pressed her own to them. Capturing them in a sloppy passionate kiss as her tongue invaded his mouth, making it more than clear that she was Down to Fuck.*

It wasn't like Moxxie was giving much resistance, much as Kiki's blunt and very direct statement had shocked and caught him off guard because after all in his experience? As the old chestnut of wisdom goes, when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade and in Moxxie's case? He was making some very erotic lemonade right about now as his and the succubus in heat's clothing was soon scattered about the elevator interior's floor. The sweet little imp sex machine backed up against a corner as Kiki knelt on the floor practically suffocating herself with the intense fellatio she was giving his cock.

Really now it wasn't like she was in the mood for foreplay when the chance to finally have herself a ride on the Moxxie Love XXXpress presented itself like this, after sleepless nights of masturbating to that video and the passionate wet dreams. Pink glowing hearts of lust dancing in her eyes as she bobbed her head like a piston, deepthroating his length and girth with sloppy desire. Drowing that shaft in her drool as her lips touched the base and balls as she sucked and blew on it, the tastebuds of her tongue dazzled by the flavour of his pre as it poured and flowed down her throat. Pussy dribbling as juices rained down to a growing puddle on the floor which only intensified as her lover boi grasped her horns and began pumping and thrusting his quite gifted hips like a jackhammer for a powerful facefuck.

As if the succu-bitch in heat thought she couldn't get any hornier from this oral preview of the spine tingling pleasure her pussy would come to receive, she was more than delighted to be proven wrong when the moment arrived. A mind shattering orgasm rocking her nerves from head to toe, brain drowning in delicious ecstasy from the moment that length and girth penetrated her sloppy, wet slit. Inches of that womb hammering, pussy filling veiny piece of demonic heaven hitting all the right nerves as it sunk in deeper as she mounted Moxxie cowgirl style, keeping the compact little love machine on the elevator flor as she rode the tidal wave of pleasure. Before proceeding to finally start working her hips as she began to bounce and ride that shaft, their confinement cube shaking and echoing with her cries and moans of lust and passion as she began building up momentum.

Momentum which only began to skyrocket in the best possible ways when the sweet little possum of her wet dreams began to assert dominance as he grabbed her toned hips and began to pump and piston his pelvis like a jackhammer. Making her see stars as she found her erotic rodeo intensifying with every thrust, her perky tits bouncing and her well toned ass feeling those golf ball sized baby makers smack against them. Were she to look down, there wasn't any doubt she'd see her usually smooth stomach swollen with a bump indicating the depth and reach of Moxxie's length and girth rising up and down as he took her to satisfaction avenue and back. And she was loving every fuck damn second of this as she felt herself getting a rushing buzz packing more punch than a swig of Beelze-juice!!

And it only got better as not only was she getting more orgasms than she could keep track or count of but Moxxie was proving first hand what an absolute stamina machine he was. Putting her through a variety of positions before the rush of him blowing his load hit, flooding and painting her womb while that amazing cock of his didn’t get anywhere near soft or limp. But oh was he also good with his hands and his tongue as the elevator became flooded with the scent and stains of animalistic, pornographic mating. Echoing with moans of pleasure and the primal rhythm of skin slapping on skin.

From being pinned down in a mating press to taking it from behind doggy style for as long as her arms and legs could hold her up to the thrill of being pinned up against the wall. Arms and legs wrapped around her compact little possum love machine as that quite strong for its size body pounded away into her sloppy, flooded her still eager pussy. Noticeable love bites and marks especially around her petite yet perky tits showing that the little guy really knew how to enjoy a woman no matter her body shape and size. The succubus and imp sharing one final simultaneous orgasm together after god knows how many minutes if not an hour or more of fucking like animals finally caught up to them.

This sweet little intimate climax of course coming in the shape and form of Moxxie sitting up against the elevator wall opposite it’s doors as he grasped Kiki’s waist. The lust fuelled and well fed succubus bouncing snd riding him reverse cowgirl, as those thrusting balls smacked her clit before they shuddered and groaned as her nectar slrsyed and soaked his lap while her womb once again found itself filling up with that baby batter of his. The duo panting as they relaxed to bask in the afterglow, Kiki looking over her shoulder at the cute lover boi who rocked her world as she leaned in to give him a tender yet sensual kiss as thanks. Their brief soft make out interrupted as the ding that signalled the elevator landing and it’s doors opening caught their attention.

Revealing none other than Verosika, Tex, Loona and Millie on the ground floor outside along with a rather cute little lady custodian imp who tried and failed to cover her eyes at the naked pair. Tex of course tiled his head, saying nothing but humming a sound that implied he was impressed at what a feat the little dude no doubt managed to pull off. Loona was herself as ever, non chalant in snapping a picture on her phone but if you were to read her body language like the way she bit her lower lip and rubbed her thighs, you could tell she was turned on. Verosika of course looked amused who,e a millie looked quite giddy at this erotic crime scene they were just witnessing as Moxxie and Kiki felt like deers in the headlights.

Verosika:”Well who needs a rave in Lust town when you clewrly had a more fun party here….”*The pop star turned to the janitor who was still struggling with trying not to peep. Key word trying.*”So don’t suppose we ca egt a copy of the security tape here can we?”*All and all, Kiki had to say her boss was right. Best laid plans were all well and good but getting LAID like this was Way more fun…*

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WrestleMania 40 Night Two 4/7/24

Seth Rollins (c) vs. Drew McIntyre for the World Heavyweight Championship -- Drew lands a Claymore for two in the first five seconds!!!! Drew lands a chopblock to Seth's knee, then absolutely hurls Seth with a belly to belly suplex on the floor!!! Drew takes a selfie, drives Seth's spine into the ring post, and lands another huge belly to belly on the floor!!!! Seth reverses a Futureshock DDT attempt into a Pedigree on the floor! Seth lands a curb stomp for two!!! Drew reverses a Pedigree attempt with a back drop! They trade chops, Drew lands a big boot, Seth lands a superkick, Drew lands a headbutt!!! Drew with a neckbreaker and a kip up!! Seth catches a Claymore attempt with a powerbomb, then rolls Drew through for a Pedigree, then lands a curb stomp for two! Seth misses off the top rope, Drew misses a Claymore, Seth misses a stomp, Drew lands a Futureshock DDT for two! Seth's eye is messed up from that big boot earlier. Drew goes for a GTS, but Rollins reverses into a roll up for two! Drew lands a Claymore and stacks Seth up, but Seth kicks out at 2.5! Drew goes for a powerbomb onto the announce table, but Seth escapes with elbows to the head, and curb stomps Drew's head into the table!!! Seth rolls Drew in the ring, but Drew gets right up with a Claymore out of nowhere, but Seth kicks out at two!!!! Drew lands another Claymore!!!! Cover! 1, 2, 3!!!

HELL YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DREW FINALLY GETS HIS REAL MANIA MOMENT!!!!!!!!! This match is the perfect example of how a match doesn't have to be long to be great. Fantastic back and forth, great counters, really great nearfalls. Absolutely loved the nearfall after the Claymore in the first five seconds, as well as the Claymore out of nowhere after the stomp on the announce table! Loved how Drew just couldn't be killed. Loved the finish!! Thankfully, having Punk on commentary didn't detract from the match like I feared it would. Rating: 4

Drew is clearly trying not to cry and get emotional after the match. Seth is crying and mouths to Drew that he deserves this. 🥺 What a nice moment.

Then we're back, as Drew climbs on the announce table, gets in Punk's face, and tells Punk that he is going to end his career. Punk gets up, takes off his arm brace, weakly hits Drew in the head with it, then delivers some pathetic stomps to Drew on the floor.

Priest's music hits. Oh god, help me. He comes running out with the MITB briefcase, smacks Drew in the head with it, rolls Drew in the ring, and lands a chokeslam for three. Drew's reign ends at less than 6 minutes.

I can't remember the last time I went from extremely happy to extremely pissed this quickly. I cannot believe this shit. They didn't even do enough to weaken Drew before the cash in to make him not look like an absolute chump. A few pathetic, old man stomps from Punk, a briefcase shot to the head. It's not enough. And the reward we get here is Priest, the boring, charisma vacuum, as a world champion. I could throw up.

Bobby Lashley and the Steet Profits vs. Karrion Kross and the Authors of Pain (Street Fight) -- Bubba Ray Dudley is announced as the special guest referee. Snoop Dogg is announced as a special guest commentator. Lashley lands a nice belly to belly on Kross. Montez launches himself in a flip over the ring post onto the AOP outside!! Lashley lands a spinebuster onto a chair. Kross lands a suplex and a DDT onto a chair. Kross gets in Bubba Ray's face. Lashley spears Kross. Lashley and the Profits land the headbutt to the groin off the top on Kross at Bubba Ray's instruction. Bubba Ray tells them to get the tables. They get a table and lay Kross on it too aggressively, and the table crumbles underneath him. Lmaooooo. They have to get another table. Montez goes nuts on Kross with the kendo stick!!! Lmao!!!!!! Montez lands a frog splash off the top on Kross, and Lashley pins him for three.

That wasn't a great match, but my god, it was funny. Rating: 2.5

Kayla asks Heyman what Bloodline Rules means backstage. Heyman says Bloodline Rules are whatever Roman and the Rock say they are. No DQ, no rules, one fall to an absolute finish.

AJ Styles vs. LA Knight -- Knight smashes Styles' face into the announce table. Styles with stomps to the knee and a knee breaker over his own knee. Knight lands a tornado DDT for two. Styles slams Knight's face into the turnbuckle, lands a German suplex, then smoothly transitions into a facebuster for two. Knight bites Styles' head on the top rop. Styles with fingers to the eyes to take Knight down, but Knight quickly gets back up with an avalanche German suplex for two! Styles locks in the Calf Crusher, but Knight gets to the ropes. Styles wraps the leg around the ring post, then dropkicks the knee into the post. Knight pulls up the mats on the floor outside and goes for something, but Styles reverses with a back drop on the exposed floor. Knight makes it back in the ring at 9. Styles goes for a springboard 450, but Knight gets his knees up. They trade strikes. Right hands by Knight. Styles respond with an elbow, a round kick, and a pele kick. Knight avoids a Phenomenal Forearm attempt by Styles and goes for BFT, Styles reverses and goes for Styles Clash attempt, but Knight escapes. Styles goes for the Phenomenal Forearm again, but Knight the grabs top rope to take him down and lands BFT for the pinfall.

This was a good match, because Styles can carry basically any match, and he looked great here as usual. I still don't get LA Knight, and I think having him pin Styles is terrible. I knew it was gonna go that way, but I still hate it. Btw, Snoop was losing it on commentary here. Who's idea was that? Major distraction from the match. Rating: 3.25

Logan Paul (c) vs. Kevin Owens vs. Randy Orton for the United States Championship -- Kevin drives a golf cart out onto the stage. Orton enters and Kevin gives him a ride to the ring. Lol.

Kevin and Orton with some one-upsmanship to start, taking turns slamming Logan onto the announce table and seeing who can throw him higher. Lmao. Kevin and Orton gang up on Logan inside with stomps to the arms, then to the legs. Kevin lands a senton on Logan, and Kevin and Orton fight over who will pin him. Orton goes for an RKO on Kevin, Kevin blocks it, and they go at each other with punches. Logan comes from out of nowhere with a double clothesline. Owens lands two cannon ball sentons into the corner and goes for a Swanton bomb, but Logan gets his knees up. Logan lands a Swanton of his own on Kevin, then immediately follows up with a standing splash on Orton for two. Orton and Logan trade uppercuts, Orton with a thumb to the eye. Orton with lariats and a powerslam to Kevin. Logan goes for a Buckshot lariat (shout out to Hangman), but Orton catches him with a powerslam, then lands a double draping DDT on both Logan and Kevin. Kevin with the codebreaker/back senton combo on Orton and Logan, then covers Logan for two. Kevin goes for fisherman buster or something, but it turns into more of a powerslam. Kevin with a nice moonsault off the top on Logan for two. Orton escapes a pop-up powerbomb attempt by Kevin and lands an RKO for two. Logan grabs the brass knuckles. Orton tries to take them away, but Logan gouges the eyes, nails him with the knuckles, and covers. Orton kicks out at two! Kevin tries to take the knuckles, but Logan ends up nailing Kevin with them on the apron. Orton lands an RKO on Logan, but can't follow up. Orton gets his hands on the knuckles. He hands the knuckles to the ref and sets up for Legend Killer punt!!!!!! But Logan rolls outside. Orton takes out the guy in the Prime bottle suit, and RKOs him on the announce table. Logan sends Orton into the ring post and rolls him inside. Logan misses off the top rope. Kevin comes in with a pop-up powerbomb to Logan, then a stunner to Orton for two!! Kevin goes for a pop-up powerbomb on Orton, but Orton turns it into an RKO in midair! Logan comes in from behind, throws Orton into the ring post, and lands a frog splash off the top on Kevin for the pinfall.

🙄🙄🙄 This was a good match with solid action throughout. Owens and Orton looked good here, but the involvement of the Prime Bottle and Logan retaining basically clean (aside from kind of stealing the pin off Orton's RKO) really take this down a notch. Rating: 3.25

Iyo Sky (c) vs. Bayley for the WWE Women's Championship -- LET'S GO!! Iyo goes for a topé to the outside, but Bayley stops it with a forearm, then hangs Iyo over the second rope, sending her tumbling outside. Bayley lands nice low topé to the outside!!! Dang! Bayley tries to slide under the ropes through the corner of the ring outside with a dropkick, but Iyo stops her and slams her previously injured knee into the ring post, then hangs her over the edge of the apron with a knee/leg submission hold for 5!!!! Nice!! Iyo hangs Bayley up the in corner and lands a nasty dragon screw! Iyo starts to roll Bayley up, but rolls through into a double stomp, then covers for two! Bayley throws Iyo over the barricade into the timekeeper's area outside! Iyo jumps off the barricade, but Bayley reverses and slams Iyo onto the floor! Bayley rolls Iyo inside for two! Bayley lands a nice running knee and a corner lariat. Bayley with a fireman's carry on Iyo into a slide slam for two!!! Wow! Bayley goes to the top, but Iyo stops her with a shotei! Bayley gets hung up in the ropes, and Iyo dropkicks her to the floor! Geez!!! Iyo lands a moonsault off the top to the outside!!! Back inside, Iyo lands a springboard missile dropkick, then aggressive, running double knees to the back for two!!!! Ahh!!

Bayley lands a nasty, low sunset flip bomb, driving Iyo's head into the bottom turnbuckle!!! Damn!! Small package by Bayley for two! Iyo with two ridiculously high angle German suplexes into a bridge for two!!!! Damn!! Iyo goes for a moonsault off the top, but Bayley gets her leg up to block, further damaging the knee Iyo has been targeting. Bayley comes off the top, but Iyo moves and locks in a cross face with the arm trapped! Bayley escapes and lands a corkscrew uppercut to the back, then Iyo catches her in the cross face again! Bayley gets close to the rope, but Iyo rolls her back into the middle and locks in an STF!! Bayley escapes with repeated elbows to the head and lands a Bayley to Belly for two!!!!!!!! Iyo lands a huge right hand that drops Bayley!!! Bayley slaps Iyo in the face!! Iyo comes back with a slap of her own!! Bayley tees off on Iyo! Bayley goes for a Bayley to Belly, but Iyo reverses into a roll-up for two! Iyo lands a nasty double underhook backbreaker and then lands a moonsault off the top!!!! Bayley kicks out at two!!! Wow!! Iyo lands a standing moonsault, then lands a second rope moonsault, then goes for a top rope moonsault, but Bayley moves and goes for the Rose Plant!!!! Iyo kips out of it and up to her feet!!!!! Wtf, what a moment!!! Iyo runs for something, but Bayley stops her with a lariat!! Bayley lands a high angle back suplex!!! Then an elbow drop off the top! Then the Rose Plant! Cover by Bayley!!! 1, 2, 3!!!!

I loved this match. I thought the back and forth action and counters were fantastic, the leg work by Iyo and the selling of the leg by Bayley were perfectly done, and the storytelling was excellent, despite WWE doing a minimal amount to hype this up beforehand. Bayley plays the babyface so well, and both she and Iyo can work like few others in this company. I loved that spot with Iyo springing up to her feet out of the Rose Plant, and I loved how the crowd, who was already into this, really got hyped for the finish after that. Great stuff. Great to see Bayley get this awesome WrestleMania moment! Rating: 4.25

Roman Reigns (c) vs. Cody Rhodes for the Undisputed WWE Universal Championship -- Here we go. We've finally made it. Cody with a drop-down right hand, then sends Roman into the ring post. Cody takes a table out from under the ring, but Roman puts it back. Lol, good stuff. Cody sends Roman into the steps. Kendo stick shots by Roman. Cody with a Figure Four, but Roman breaks it with fingers to the eyes. Roman with stomps to Cody's knee. They make their way into the crowd. Roman goes for a suplex on a platform in the crowd, but Cody reverses into a vertical suplex of his own! Heyman is shown with grimace on his face lol.

Back in the ring, Cody goes for a disaster kick, but Roman catches him and plants him with a huge, high powerbomb. Roman lands vertical suplex for only one! Roman drives Cody's face into the rope, and yells that he will send Cody to Hollywood. "This is my company, you little bitch." Roman lands a back suplex for barely more than a one count, then locks in a kravat. Roman with a nice fisherman suplex, then repeated corner lariats, but Cody stops him with a superkick. They trade superkicks and big boots, then collide at the same time with lariats and both go down! Nice exchange there. They trade right hands. Roman runs into the corner, but Cody flips over and lands a powerslam then a disaster kick for two! Roman blocks a Cody Cutter attempt and lands a Cross Rhodes of his own for two!!! Roman says afterwards that the move sucks. Lmao, awesome.

Cody ducks a Superman punch, then lands some left jabs and a bionic elbow. Cody sees Roman laying on the floor and decides to clear off the announce table. He turns back to Roman, and Roman meets him with a low blow, then powerbombs Cody through the announce table! Roman rolls Cody inside and lands a Superman punch, but Cody kicks out at two! Romam goes for a spear, but Cody stops it with a kick and lands a Cody Cutter for two. Roman escapes a Cross Rhodes attempt with a knee to the head. Roman goes for Rock Bottom, but Cody reverses with an arm drag and lands a spear of his own for a close two!!

Cody lands one Cross Rhodes and goes for another, but Jimmy comes out of nowhere with a superkick to stop it! Roman lands a Superman punch as Jimmy holds Cody, but here comes Jey to even the odds! Jey spears Jimmy off the stage through tables!!! Oh my god!! Cody with a roll-up from behind while Roman is distracted for a close two!! Roman lands a spear for an even closer two! Omg!!

Roman locks in a guillotine, but Cody drives him into the corners repeatedly, then drives him to the outside to break the hold! Cody spears Roman through the barricade outside! Then rolls Roman inside and lands two Cross Rhodes! Cody goes for another, but this time, here is Solo with a Samoan spike to stop it! Solo drags Roman onto Cody, but Cody kicks out at two! Solo pummels Cody on the mat and yells at Roman to finish him. Roman says, "I know." Lmao. Stereo Samoan spike by Solo and spear by Roman, but Cody kicks out at 2.5!!!! Wow!!!! Close!!!!

Cena's music hits! Wtf is happening! He takes out Solo, hits an AA on Roman inside, then an AA on Solo on the announce table! Here comes the Rock! He and Cena stare each other down in the ring. The Rock lands Rock Bottom on Cena and tells him to get the fuck out of the ring. Lol.

The Shield theme hits!!!! Where is Rollins??? Rollins comes from behind in his old Shield gear, and I am going to cry, but Roman intercepts him with a Superman punch before he can do anything! Undertaker's music hits! What is this??? The lights go out and he shows up behind the Rock in his jeans and sweatshirt and toboggan! Lmao!!! Hilarious. Undertaker lands a chokeslam on the Rock! Rollins gets back up! Roman takes him out with a chair to the back!!! Poetry!!!!!!!!!! Oh my god, it's 2014 again!!! Roman turns back to Cody and goes for a spear, but Cody stops it with a kick!! Cody finally manages to land three consecutive Cross Rhodes without interference! Cover by Cody!!! 1, 2, 3!!! Wow.

This was a pretty good main event. The work in the ring between Roman and Cody was good. Much better than whatever the hell was going on in last night's main event. There were some great nearfalls. It was long, but it didn't overstay its welcome. The interference was done very well, with someone else cutting Cody off each time he was about to put Roman away with the three Cross Rhodes. The involvement of past stars to intervene on Cody's behalf to thwart the Bloodline was well done. The Undertaker's appearance was cool, but it did feel a little out of place. At least Cena has recent history with Solo and the Bloodline. Undertaker obviously has history with Roman and the Rock, but it was pre-Bloodline. Anyway, the interference on Cody's behalf wasn't overdone in my opinion. It was just enough. Their involvement allowed Cody to finally hit the three Cross Rhodes that he had been trying for the whole match, and this got him the pinfall. It was a nice passing of the torch kind of thing, and a nice way to finally take down the Bloodline. I do love that Roman is still so affected by Rollins' betrayal of the Shield that seeing Rollins in the Shield gear was his undoing in the end, as he took his eyes off of Cody at a critical moment to deal with Rollins. That was a great way to go. The match overall was about as good as it could have been. I had been becoming more convinced of the probability of a Cody win over the last few days, but I was still surprised to see it actually happen. Anyway, I liked this, but I can't bring myself to rate it any higher. Rating: 3.75

Samantha is crying as she announces Cody as the new Undisputed WWE Champion. Brandi comes in the ring and congratulates Cody. Then a bunch of guys from the locker room come out. Orton, Sami, Rollins, Kevin, Knight, etc. Cody's mom gets in the ring, and Cody hands the belt to his mom. Cody calls for Bruce Pritchard and Triple H to come out. He says he wouldn't be there if not for them. He shakes Pritchard's hand and hugs Triple H. Triple H raises Cody's hand. Sami and Orton put Cody on their shoulders. Cody goes outside the ring and shakes the announcers' hands, and hugs Michael Cole. Then Cody shakes Rollins' hand and thanks him as he leaves. Cody stands alone in the ring as the pyro goes off, then holds his title up high.

If anyone knows me, they know I was a big Cody Rhodes fan back in 2011-2012, but his "Indy Sensation" run of 2017 killed my interest. He has won me back over a little, but he certainly wouldn't have been my choice to end Roman's reign of over three and a half years. To be clear, that's not because I'm some kind of Roman Reigns fan. It's because that is a huge, career-making spot that I 100% would have given that to Gunther. But blah blah blah, it has to be a babyface, blah blah blah. I know. I get it. It is what it is. It's a nice moment for Cody. I'm not crying like everybody else, but I'm happy for him.

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“Never mind all that. What��s in there?” The finger with his square skull ring was pointing straight at Steve’s gift. Long and wrapped in a grey blanket from his house.

Steve kept a watchful eye on Eddie. Not just because the guy just woke up from a near death experience and absolutely wasn’t allowed to raise his arms as much as he was, no, there was something deep rooted missing and Steve wasn’t able to figure it out.

So, he continued to watch. Eddie was perched on the Family Video counter top, he was totally not jealous of Eddie’s mobility, well not until he noticed the way his bottom eye lid twitched in pain. Thank god, if Steve was still recuperating from the Demobats, Eddie HAD to be. Maybe the guy really did make a deal with the Devil.

“Sooo, what are my two favourite people doing later?” Eddie leaned forward into Robin’s face. Damn, the thing that was missing was in the picture in front of him. What was it?

“‘S movie night,” A twizzler was shoved in Robin’s mouth and her eyes stared at the late rental screen.

“Cool, cool. Mind if I third wheel??”

Steve rolled his eyes, interjecting, “Uh, yeah. Not a couple.”

“Pft, yeah. Okay,” Eddie jumped from the fake marble counter, “see ya chumps later for our date.”

“…and then, boom Kirk slides in with this masterpiece.”

Steve sat smoking on Eddie’s comforter, enjoying the company even if it was a bit louder than he was used to.

Suddenly, that hole arrived in the room. God, he almost had a finger on it. Peering around the cluttered space in Eddie’s new room, Steve tried to find what he was missing.

“Ah, ah! Listen to Lars here,” Drums echoed out from Eddie’s boombox, his friend threw his head back while smacking pencils onto any surface in front of him.

His weed addled mind tossed the search for the missing… something. Laughing at Eddie’s antics.

“Psst, Steve.”

“Hey!”

“Steve!”

Cracking his eyes open Steve saw early twilight glistening outside his window. Why was he awake?

*smack* a horrid sound echoed off his window, groggily he stumbled over to open it up, only to be met with Eddie Munson standing next to his pool with a boombox.

“Hey,” Eddie whisper yelled, “I wanted to play you a song but, yknow, sweethearts gone. So I this’ll have to do.”

BOOM

There it was. The thing missing, and with this idiots birthday right around the corner. Steve knew exactly what he was going to get him.

The trailer was crowded, almost to crowded for Steve. But his boyfriend was absolutely shining, so he sucked it up. Going outside for a cigarette as much as possible. That was until the big moment.

“Hey, kid,” Wayne Munson greeted, “I know you got Ed that huge gift, and that’s real nice and all but knowing him. You might want to add a bit of sentimental value to it. That is before he starts ragging on about corporate ghouls etc.”

Steve raised an eyebrow while taking a long drag from his smoke, “uh huh. Like what?”

Wayne smiled secretly, “this.”

Produced in the older man’s worked hand, sat a small chain. A guitar pick looped on it adorning the silver. His breath hitched, images of him feeling the sinking missing thing when in Family Video.

Eddie’s fingers constantly reaching up to fiddle at his neck and then falling when nothing but his shirt collar was there.

“Thanks, Wayne,” Steve grinned softly.

A strong hand gripped his shoulder, then Wayne followed Steve back inside.

“MIKE! Put it down!” Nancy screeched, the siblings stood in a stand off around all of Eddie’s gifts. One horribly wrapped one in his hands.

“What I just wanted to give him mine,” The kid shrugged, staring at his sister like she’d grown a second head.

“We have to wait for Steve!”

“I’m back! Sorry, I was just outside,” He pushed into the room a bit more, sliding his arm around his boyfriends waist.

“Go ahead, Mike,” Steve nodded.

Eddie accepted the gift graciously, then sat down in one of the dining room chairs. Steve noticed that his healing was still in process, it was probably from all the arm lifting he was doing in the beginning. The sound of tearing paper filled the room, and in Eddie’s lap sat a new DnD module, ‘Legacy of Blood’.

“Shit,” Dustin hissed, “I knew we should’ve coordinated our presents!!”

Lucas rolled his eyes at the curly haired teen, “Okay, steeeve.”

His eyes widened and felt his mouth drop open, “what did you just say?”

“You think I care about coordinating presents?”

Lucas shrugged, Dustin’s head whipped between the two of them. Before Steve continue his argument, Eddie interrupted from his seat below.

“Never mind all that. What’s in there.” The finger with his square skull ring was pointing straight at Steve’s gift. Long and wrapped in a grey blanket from his house.

“That one’s mine,” Steve blushed, everyone ooed, pushing Nancy to hand it over to Eddie.

Steve watched as the precious gift was paraded through the crowd to them, a light bulb going off above his head.

“Alright, dude,” Steve situated the blanket on Eddie’s lap, “now close your eyes.”

“Hmph, why?” Eddie pouted, Steve drew back on his idea, “I want to see you when I open it.”

Well, that made Steve’s heart ache with happiness, sucking in a breath Steve nodded with stained cheeks, “yeah, yes. Of course.”

“First part of the gift then,” Steve dipped his hand into the front pocket of his Levi’s feeling around for the light chain and brought it out.

Eddie’s eyes widened, focusing in on the guitar pick necklace.

“No way.”

“Yeah huh.”

“No!”

Eddie tore the blanket away, and sure enough, underneath laid a replica electric guitar, maybe with a few more details carved in the neck.

“Is that?” Eddie was pointing at the carving of the tattoo on his right forearm.

“Yeah! I had Max get me a Polaroid of it,” Steve grinned, feeling proud of himself. The shining look of adoration on Eddie’s face made him relax in confidence.

“That was really weird by the way!” Max hollered.

Steve waved her off, “Yeah, whatever dude.”

The next time Steve sat on Eddie’s bed, he was shirtless and the room was sticky from sex and summer air. Steve had one arm out the window of the trailer, smoking and the blanket drawn over his thighs.

Eddie was up, clad in black boxers. He turned on a soft lamp to the side, whispering something to the guitar that laid on his mirror. Then pulling the strap over his head and sitting on an old office chair. Picking at the strings softly, humming tunes.

Steve’s smile was so big it hurt, because he finally found what was missing. And he wanted to make sure, nothing of Eddie was ever missing from his life. Ever.

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Applying Myself

‘Dude, what’s Mr. Pewter doing here?’ I sent a bit of a glare his way as I passed him. Mostly because Coach had to practically beg him to give me some kind of extra credit to pass my college algebra class. It’s not like I needed that shit anyways. I was just going to go into health and fitness, not fucking rocket science.

I tried my best to ignore him as I went to the locker that I stored my clothes in. Though, it was a bit harder than it should have been as we were the only two in there at the moment and I could have sworn I saw his eyes drifting over to me. I always had my suspicions on why he really gave me that extra credit, but never directly said anything to him.

Still, I shot him another glare, that only seemed to bring a smile out of him. He seemed more distracted by his phone than me, typing something in it. I rolled my eyes and did my best to stay out of the view of what could have been a camera. Then I could almost hear him mumble something.

A strange flash of light seemed to cover him then disappear. That’s when everything got even weirder. The man was in his late 50’s for sure. But suddenly muscle just started packing onto his body. His scrawny arms instantly started bulging, filling his sleeves. The shirt quickly compressed against his body showing off his broadening shoulders and heavy pecs. He never had much of a gut, but the six powerful bricks forming underneath his ballooning pecs was still rather impressive. Even more so as his traps forced his shirt to rise, showing the bottom row all the better.

“Shoot,” Mr. Pewter wasn’t exactly known for saying bad words. He was currently struggling with the fabric that was pressing down hard against his new muscles. There was nearly no room on his body. What had been a relatively skinny guy had looked like he gained 60 or 70 pounds of muscles in barely an instant. It was the same with his ass as it full out the flexible gym shorts he was wearing. All the way down to thick claves.

I stared blankly as he struggled to get his shirt off. Only accidently ripping it and then tearing it at the collar all the way down to the base. He gave another inoffensive exclamation as he looked at the remains. “Mr.—Mr. Pewter?” I stammered. Somehow, he’d gone from an absolute chump to a bodybuilder in less than a minute. Not to mention all the hard defined muscle seemed to make him look more than 10 years younger.

He spun around, a bit further than he meant to and threw up a flex. “In the flesh,” he smiled. His arms were covered in a thick lattice of veins as though he’d just finished a grueling workout. But that only seemed to give him even more of a pump.

“How’d… How’d you do that?” I stepped forward.

“Oh this?” he went into another flex. “Uhh… Ex student sent me this app thing and I’m still trying to figure it out. Honestly, you weren’t supposed to notice a difference…”

“I wasn’t supposed to notice a dork like you turn into a bodybuilder?” my eyes narrowed as I stared him down.

His smile flickered. “Surprising. I know. But if this thing could change me so much, why wouldn’t it also have that ability too?”

I shrugged at the suggestion. “I don’t know man. Just doesn’t seem real.”

“Want me to try it out?” Mr. Pewter asked.

“Wait. What?” the devious look on his face wasn’t normal. “Like on me?”

“Who else?” he laughed. “I already used it on me. Why not you?”

I eyed him up and down. Jealousy ran through me. He was such a dorky guy and now look at him. Built like an absolute mountain of a man. “Hell yeah!” I cheered. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Dunno,” he shrugged his heavy shoulders. “But I’m going to try a bit of a different setting. So, you let me know if you feel any different. Alright?” He typed a few things into his phone as I looked at myself in the mirror, flexing my arms. If they could look half as good as his…

“Done?” I questioned. My eyes glanced over at him then back at my body. Nothing seemed to have changed. I still had my somewhat muscular body. Nothing compared to him, but still better than most. I glanced over again. “Did you change something about yourself?”

“Why don’t you tell me,” Mr. Pewter smiled.

I looked him up and down. “Hmmm…” I stared a bit more intently than I should have, but I knew something was off. Was it his firm pecs? Or did he make his shoulders broader? Honestly, he looked like he might have gained a bit more muscle everywhere. Not to mention how I was looking up at him now. But hadn’t I since his first change? He just looked so big and sexy. I could barely help myself. Blood was rushing through my system and it was taking everything to not touch my hard cock. With a few quick swipes, I hoped that Mr. Pewter wouldn’t notice. “I don’t know…” I finally answered.

“Really?” Mr. Pewter’s smile only broadened. “Unaware… Really does make you unaware then. Alright. How about this? Partially aware and I’ll make another change. Alright?”

“Alright,” I nodded. He continued to type away into his phone. Suddenly I felt something off. It was like Mr. Pewter was suddenly getting a lot bigger. Like I didn’t come up to his shoulders any more. But that didn’t seem right. Because it was everything. The entire locker room felt like that. My eyes caught the mirror again.

I tilted my head. “I’m getting smaller?” I questioned. I could see myself shrinking. The hard earned muscles from years in the gym dwindling away to nearly nothing. My shoulders thinned out and biceps lost any definition they had. Even my hands seemed to have gone down several sizes and any grit they had smoothed out as though they were as soft as women’s hands. I adjusted my square rimmed glasses as the weight continued to fall off of me. I must have lost at least 60 pounds.

Stranger still was the sleeveless shirt I was wearing started to grow sleeves. An emblem from a comic book hero splashed across the front of it. Even though it was a medium it still felt a bit large on me. “I’m smaller?” I squeaked. Then looked at Mr. Pewter. My cock throbbed with excitement as I stared into his firm pecs. I bit into my bottom lip then stared slack jawed. My hands reached for his body but I forced them down. “What’s—”

“Look pretty good, don’t I?” Mr. Pewter bragged as he threw up his arms for another pose. My entire body squirmed as I saw those hard muscles bulge. The biceps were perfectly sculpted. And watching those veins running across his skin.

Suddenly I forgot how to breath. Words refused to come out of my mouth and all I could do was offer a nod in affection. My hands went to my cock, gently squeezing it through my shorts. I couldn’t help myself. It was like my body was acting on its own, squirming at the mere sight of the massive man. But wasn’t I like that? I couldn’t think. Blood seemed to be going to everywhere other than my brain. And it didn’t help that my asshole felt so empty. I just wanted it feel something deep inside me.

“Something wrong big guy?” Mr. Pewter asked.

The depth of his voice sent another shiver down my spine. “I feel funny,” I said, suddenly learning how to speak again.

“Oh? You’re craving my cock inside you?”

I let out a grunt and my body nearly toppled over. Mr. Pewter let out a soft laugh. He must have known that I made a mess in my underwear. I could already see the stain starting to show through my shorts. I looked up at him again to see a cocky smile.

“It’s alright bud. You’re only partially aware of what’s going on, so let me fill you in,” he got down on my level. “All those extra study sessions, all those extra times you stayed after class with me, turned into a fuck session. All I’d have to do is mention something about my cock and you’d cream yourself.”

I felt my dick harden again at the thought. Suddenly I could remember hundreds of times going to his office or staying after class just to be with him. I remembered the first time I saw him on the college campus and searching for his class specifically to take. And I could remember every time he fucked me. A deep moan escaped my mouth as my knees went weak. My hands naturally grabbed the wet spot in my shorts as my cock hardened again.

“Someone remembers,” Mr. Pewter grabbed me tightly from behind and held me close. His strong body easily wrapped around me and held me still. Not that I was complaining as the coarse hair of his beard rubbed gently against my neck. He kissed me gently. Then whispered in my ear. “Ready?”

I nodded.

My shorts were on the floor and I could feel the tip of his cock dripping pre on my asshole. The head pressed against the hole and pressed in. He held me tighter as more of his cock split me open. Porn stars were incredibly jealous of its size and girth. I knew I was lucky as more of it pushed inside. My asshole had basically molded to it. Only increasing the pleasure for the older man. I moaned and groaned at each of the other man’s thrusts, sending all kinds of sensations through my body. But the feeling the those strong hands gripping my sides were the best part. I felt my insides filled with the other man.

“There we go…” Mr. Pewter smiled. His strong body clung to me as he dropped us both gently to the ground. I saw another mess pooling in front of me. A bit of pride at being able to finish twice filled me just as much as Mr. Pewter. “Now then… I guess I’ll be seeing you after class from now on…”

The light chuckle in his voice made me squirm deeper into his grasp. He seemed to know me really really well.

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Mordecai Heller’s Perfectly Normal Stroll Through the Park.

in which Mordecai walks through the park and doesn’t meet anyone who could make things awkward in any way, shape, or form.

Maybe it was the warmth of the day that did it. That got Mordecai to finally leave the apartment, and just...walk for a moment. Maybe it was the fact that none of his good jackets were left, so he had to leave the house in a shirt and vest without one. Maybe it was the small songs of birds.

Maybe it was just that it was a Saturday, and he couldn’t work, and he couldn’t focus, and he had to do something to occupy the time so Asa Sweet wouldn’t forget what Shabbat meant.

So, Mordecai walked. He paced, almost, before finally settling into a decent rhythm of steps - not too fast, or too anxious. Just...walking.

It was calm.

It was the most calm he’d been in ages, really. He softly smiled. The breeze was nice, and cooling, and the sound of children playing was, remarkably, not as annoying as it typically was. Perhaps there was something to be joyous about these day-

“Mordecai?”

Mordecai’s peaceful experience was shattered by his name. Not a lot of people around named Mordecai, probably - must’ve been him.

The voice was light, and soft. It belonged, very clearly, to-

“Miss Pepper.”

“What’re you doing out?” Ivy Pepper asked.

“I don’t work Saturdays.”

“I thought you didn’t do ANYthing on Saturdays.”

“Beg pardon?”

“Is that...not the point?”

“The point is to rest. This is...restful.”

“You look restless.” Ivy said. “I’ve never seen you in the park before! Or dressed down.”

“Well...” Mordecai looked at his outfit. “...it’s quite suitable, isn’t it?”

Ivy giggled. “Sure it is. Mind if I walk with you?”

“People will get ideas.”

‘Pfft, please. You look like my dad or older brother or something. Let’s catch up!”

“We are from rival firms.” Mordecai said.

“Ahhhh, that sounds like work talk.” Ivy crossed her arms, and smirked. She leaned in. “Please? Been itchin’ t’hear about stuff!”

“...fine.”

And so, Mordecai, who was planning on a peaceful walk, let Ivy tag along. He spoke.

“How are your studies?”

“Fine. Math’s getting to be pretty interesting! We’re doing non-linear algebra these days.”

“I see...” Mordecai smirked. “I’m glad you’ve gone into a more enterprising field than my sister Esther.” He sighed. “Entertainment.”

“...hehe, yeah.” Ivy, who was taking acting classes and even considering switching majors, tugged her collar. “Eeeeentertainment.”

“...oh, goodness, you’re not considering it, are you?”

“Well, I...i really like acting! I enjoy it, it’s fun!” Ivy protested. “Besides, it’s not gonna end up being my main thing...just...community theater and such. It’ll probably be nice...something to do when I inevitably end up as a stupid housewife.”

“I fail to see you ending up as a housewife, Ms. Pepper.” Mordecai said. “You’re far too...” He stuck his hands in his pockets, “far too...aggressively yourself. Wife, sure. Housewife, no. Absolutely not.”

“Heh, well...who knows?” Ivy shrugged. “...say, Mordecai, you never told me if you were married or not?”

Mordecai blushed. “There was...a girl. At one point, in Brooklyn.” He said.

“Ooooo,” Ivy cooed, “:She have a name, this girl, in Brooklyn?” She asked.

“She was named Alte.” He said.

“Pretty!”

“It’s Yiddish.” He said. “...then I found I was...not particularly keen on women. Or any sort of marriage or relationship at all. By that time, i had come to St. Louis.”

“...oh.”

“You sound disappointed.”

“Well,” Ivy laughed, “I just like the idea of there being a cute little Miz Heller running around the place.” She chuckled a bit more, and spoke, “ ‘evenin’, dearie, how was work?’ ‘oh, terrible, Asa is a chump and I wish i worked for the Daisy again.’ ”

Mordecai...laughed a little. He tried hard to hide it.

“Hah! I made you laugh!”

“You...” He laughed a little more. “You did not.”

“Did too!”

“Did not.” “Did too!” She stuck her tongue out at him. He sighed, and smiled. he put his hands in his pockets. “...I...I will admit, the idea of a spouse has been...entertaining. But truth be told, I think I am far too specific and peculiar a person.”

:”Nah. You just know what you like.” Ivy said, patting his back. “And that’s not having a spouse.”

“Hmm.” He walked.

“...I gotta get going...speaking of relationships.” Ivy checked her watch. “I gotta meet Calvin.”

“...Ivy.” He spoke. “About the Daisy...” Mordecai turned to face her as she walked away. She saw him, the sun peeking over his head. She looked.

“Yes, Mordecai?”

“...nevermind. I...lost it.” He said. He waved. “Stay safe. It is a dangerous business, yours and mine.”

“Will do, Mr. H!” With that, she was off.

Mordecai stood for a moment, and sighed.

He walked back home.

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This feels like the kind of ask someone should've gotten around to a million years ago, but it seems it falls to me: The Shadow vs. The Penguin. Is there anything there?

Anonymous asked: How would pulp heroes like the Shadow or Green Hornet respond to The Penguin. Characters like Joker or Ra’s I can see them gunning down but that feels weird to do with Oswald “Pengy For President” Cobblepot

(Penguin by Mike Mignola. The Shadow by Lela Dowling)

It's amazing, really, what you've built here. You had a vision and made it real. Every Batman in existence respects you for it, Oswald. In fact, I'll tell you a secret…people assume that Batman's last enemy on most worlds out there is Joker. Maybe Riddler, or Ra's…but it's you.

See, you grow this crime empire until he has to deal with you. - The Batman Who Laughs #3

What there is here is a bit of an impasse, because yes obviously this is brutally, comically one-sided against The Penguin. Pitting most if not all Batman villains against The Shadow is going to be already one-sided in The Shadow's favor. Pick a Batman villain, even the big ones that make Batman the underdog like Ra's and Bane, and you can name a similar threat that The Shadow already defeated. Even if you don't count superpowered cheating with whatever abilities The Shadow has this moment, he's already dealt with most of everything they can do, he's beaten these strategies and puzzles and countless death traps at their own game, and yeah there's the fact that he's known for the fact his villains don't tend to come back for round two even when they don't die facing him. Villains that he faces tend to die specifically because they try to kill him and he returns their fire (it's important to establish here that, unless his enemies have guns drawn on innocent people, The Shadow rarely shoots first - they always have a chance to lay down their arms and walk away, a chance that most obviously never take), and Penguin's known for his unwillingness to go down without a fight and for his signature move being a concealed sneak attack, which means his odds of dying are near dead certain.

In fact, The Shadow already fought a Penguin-esque guy as one of his few reocurring villains, via The Wasp, Gibson's latter day attempt to make another Voodoo Master/Shiwan Khan. The Wasp is a "Napoleon of crime" whose body and strange buzz voice and antics and operations are themed after his namesake animal/insects, who uses a concealed weapon part of said theme (an electric "sting" on his hand powered by batteries on his belt), who connects Cranston to The Shadow and was also the only villain to figure out that Kent Allard is The Shadow. He was cleverer and more resourceful and harder to defeat than most of the typical Shadow villains, and to his credit he did achieve a thing nobody else really achieved in the run, and it didn't really do him that much (learning the secret identity tends to be a death sentence for vigilantes, but for The Shadow it's really not that big a deal, given how easily he can make new ones) and he still went out like a chump, and he's only really remembered as the less impressive of the reocurring supervillains, lacking the outright superpowers of the others. It seems like a fairly closed case.

Problem is, the more comically one-sided the odds are against Oswald, the more likely he is to actually win or at least survive because of that. Going up against people who should have his goose cooked, getting away with things he absolutely shouldn't, slipping away to survive and put one over Johnny Law, that's his thing, it's been his thing from day one. He is no stranger to dealing with vigilantes or people much bigger and stronger and scarier than him, it wasn't that long ago he was walking off getting shot at point blank and later faking his death. Penguin is no common criminal, and he isn't just a guy who's unusually smart and competent at it enough to waddle among supervillains either. In his narrative domain, The Shadow is unbeatable, but in his narrative home, The Penguin is unkillable, and not just because he's a comic book villain who survives by editorial demand. He has protagonist survival clause now.

In his ups and downs over the years, he survived in large part by becoming a fixture of Gotham, someone impossible to uproot from the setting, with his ignanimous transformation into stool-pigeon and banal crimelord in part a consequence of said survival. After more or less retiring from villainy, the next step was to very gradually join the likes of Catwoman, Azrael, Harley Quinn and Renee Montoya in their careers as independent Gotham-adjacent protagonists, which is why he now gets to have his own tv series (the second one at that, because Gotham exists and if it achieved anything, it was proving that there's an audience for The Penguin Show - and yes it still is very much shitty, but also not remotely surprising, that the instant they made a version of Oswald thin, that guy became a critical and fandom darling overnight). The Penguin wormed his way into becoming irreplaceable and they tried, they tried very hard over the years to replace this guy, and he's taken some brutal lumps and fell off very hard from the Bat-villain totem pole, but even that just enabled him to ascend to a different pole and one that makes it he can't really be just another gangster or supervillain to be knocked around, and one that's almost specifically built to ensure his narrative survival. Someone who serves the story better by being alive.

Has The Shadow ever dealt with a guy like this? Yes, yes he has. The Shadow is no stranger to criminal protagonists, or the concept of nuance, or redemption. He is certainly no stranger to the gentleman of crime who is more than what he seems.

The man who entered was tall and well built. He had the manner of a gentleman. He was attired in a perfectly fitting dress suit, which he wore with the easy air of a man of the world - Kings of Crime

The gentleman of crime arose, picked up his hat and coat and reached for his cane. There, his form obscured, The Shadow stood close enough to overhear what Graham Wellerton was saying. The gentleman of crime was talking to members of his mob.

What was Graham Wellerton's purpose? How and why had the gentleman of crime parted from his men? Why was he no longer engaged in robbery? - Road of Crime

To all appearance, George Ellerby was a gentleman; and he was actually qualified to prove such a claim. But tonight, he was to be a gentleman of crime - Battle of Greed

"I wonder," said Sandersham, slowly, "just how much The Shadow can do, or intends to do. Who is he, Krengle? How powerful is he?"

"No one knows who The Shadow is," replied the lawyer. "But he is death on crooks, they say, and he considers crime to be much broader than its legal implications." - Battle of Greed

There's about 5 Shadow novels that specifically touch on the topic of redemption. There are others where it comes up, plenty of others where The Shadow goes the extra mile in giving criminals a chance, and stories that highlight the lines that The Shadow draws in deciding how to deal with criminals (“To murderers, The Shadow dealt death: to such schemes (robbery, fraud, etc), he dealt ridicule.” - The Third Shadow), but those 5 make a focus of it. In all of those 5, we meet characters that can be called a "gentleman of crime". They are cunning, respectable-looking young men who use their smarts for crime, largely because of social circumstances that force them into using criminal tactics for dealing with life-consuming problems that the law has failed them in, and The Shadow assists them in addressing and rectifying said problems and turning their lives around.

In Kings of Crime, blackmailer and swindler Hubert Carpenter. In Road of Crime, the protagonist Graham Wellerton, "bank robber deluxe". In The Broken Napoleons, engineer Curt Sturley. Battle of Greed opens with George Ellerby, although he's not really the protagonist and is stopped before he commits his first robbery, and that story has two other redemptions that pull more focus. And in House of Shadows, Kid Pell, whose tragic demise opens the story. With the exception of Carpenter, all of these young men are given understandable and even sympathetic reasons for having become criminals, as all of them became criminals specifically because the law failed them profoundly and allowed them to suffer horrible injustice and ruin upon their lives and families, while shielding those that inflicted it upon them and provided no other recourse for them, and The Shadow goes out of his way to directly or indirectly steer them away from the paths they're walking.

Out of these, only Hubert Carpenter had a body count: he is not a murderer outright, but his past deeds had pushed victims to suicide, and The Shadow fully intended to let him serve his sentence in full. It is through the involvement of innocent parties (he took a dive to get the money to his family, he was betrayed, and his wife fell ill, making him break out of jail and desperately try to get the money for her treatment by robbing an old man who turned out to be The Shadow in disguise) and Carpenter’s own serious efforts to reform himself and assist in the downfall of his far crueler former partners that he’s able to redeem himself and face a new life (The Shadow delivers a government pardon so that he serves a month instead of 10 years).

“Somehow, he knew that The Shadow would not see the innocent suffer for the guilty.” - Kings of Crime

Kid Pell, who had already shot at least 6 people and killed 2 before the story began, wasn't quite so lucky. Dying of blood loss after trying to shoot The Shadow, his last words are a plead for him to get the guy who pushed him into this path, and keep an eye on his brother Denry to stop him from going down his path (which ends up happening, but The Shadow is able to save Denry in time).

"They called me a public enemy," declared Pell. "What else could I be, after my first kill? You know what it is to be quick on the trigger. That's the way I am" - he hesitated, his smile dwindling - "or was."

"I tried crime," said the Kid. "It didn't pay. But I was in it - deep. So I stayed. I've got no excuses. I'm not even blaming the fellow that started me in it. What I did was on my own. Understand?"

"Do me a favor," muttered the dying man. "Let me be forgotten - as Kid Pell. I rigged this hideout, so I could close accounts. Let me go through with it the way I want."

The Shadow's whispered tone gave agreement. Pell's face relaxed. In the glow of the lantern, his features lost their forced hardness. It was easy to see why he had been nicknamed the Kid. His age couldn't have been more than twenty-two.

Even his surroundings spoke a pathetic story. The shelves of the trailer were provisioned for a long stay; and among the canned goods were a few jars of homemade jam; probably the very sort that he had swiped from his mother's pantry only a few years ago.

There were books, too, that dated back to boyhood. Even when he had embarked on his career as a public enemy, Kid Pell had taken these along. He was looking at them, eyes open, the jam jars and the books, and he was smiling again, Kid Pell was. But the dampness from his dying eyes was forming into little beads, like raindrops. Suddenly, the Kid's lips stiffened.

A hand was resting on the Kid's shoulder. He could feel the power of its grip: the hand of The Shadow, merciless to men of crime. To this dying youth, murderer though he was, the pressure of that hand had the warmth of friendship.

"Maybe, Shadow" - The Kid was choking the words - "I ought to have met you before. Maybe… if I had-"

The grip tightened. It brought an end to regrets that could not be remedied. It steeled the Kid for what lay ahead - House of Shadows

-the words that The Shadow delivered held Sandersham rigid. Never in his life had the millionaire listened to such pointed accusations; such words that jogged his memory, nor such tokens of prophecy. "Rupert Sandersham," came the voice, "you are a man condemned by your own avarice! You are a master, not of finance, but of greed!"

"While your wealth grows greater," resumed The Shadow's voice, "your life grows shorter. As your schemes expand, your soul shrivels. You have physical comforts, yes"—the tone was mocking—"but who knows how long you shall retain them?"

"Your power, Sandersham, is not equal to the strength of the law. There have been loopholes in your schemes, that certain eyes may discover before your attorneys plug them". - Battle of Greed

Is The Penguin sympathetic? In some ways, yes. Is The Penguin redeemable? Not a question I'm remotely interested in handing a firm "Yes/No" to, because it's kinda both and neither, redemption tends to be conditional and fickle like that, and also irrelevant to the matter here: We've established that The Shadow (again, speaking for the pulp version here, it's what I tend to do) does not go out of his way to execute criminals, but doesn't hesitate to kill them when they try to gun him or others down. Would The Shadow extend The Penguin an olive branch and spare his life in the hopes that he'd come around and use his impressive intellect and resources and drive for the better? No. It would be useless. The Shadow doesn't deal with that kind of "hope", and The Penguin would not be interested in doing so either.

There have been occasions where The Shadow was caught in a bad enough situation that he had to momentarily pause the pursuit of a criminal, but The Shadow does not compromise, nor does he ever really need to, and he knows a true villain when he sees it. He is not keeping Oswald around as a informant, because he doesn't play by Gotham City rules where that seems like a reasonable thing to do. The true villain of most Shadow stories is always the person who stands to profit the most from said calamity, and most of the time they operate beneath suspicion. There is 0% chance of him underestimating Oswald the way Oswald prefers to be underestimated.

There are two ways Oswald Cobblepot would walk away from meeting a quick death at the hands of The Shadow. The first would be if he never killed anyone, or did anything that led to anyone's death ever again. He'd have to commit to undoing the ruin he brought onto people's lives and give back as much to the city and his victims as he possibly could. Such was what The Shadow did in Battle of Greed to Rupert Sandersham, a millionaire who got a kick out of ruining others financially. He is not the villain, nor is he a murderer, but The Shadow manipulated and terrorized him into making amends and repaying all the people he destroyed. These would be the best, most impossibly nice terms The Shadow could offer Oswald, along with him serving time and spend his whole life looking over his shoulder when, and if, he gets out.

"Look at yourself, Sandersham! You are wearing stripes! In front of you are bars! Beyond you, the outside world. Regard it as an omen, and make your choice. Amend the past; rectify the wrongs that you have done—or face the future consequences that your present methods will bring you!"

Rupert Sandersham was staring downward. His startled eyes saw the stripes that The Shadow had mentioned: those alternate ribbons of dark and light, that came from the setting sun. They had turned his gray suit into a convict's garb! Could it be that he, Rupert Sandersham, might find himself within a prison cell?- Battle of Greed

And that is not happening. There is not a single version of The Penguin who would accept these terms or accept this as a thing he's going to do. Short of the most kid-friendly media and even then, much as I argue that he should have rules of conduct, I don't think there is a single version of the Penguin who'd balk at murder or who hasn't committed it with little to no remorse. Oswald Cobblepot may carry much bitterness and heartbreak, but The Penguin loves what he is too much to accept being anything else. He isn't scared of any of these terms and would find them deeply absurd, because who is this, trying to tell The Penguin he isn't allowed to rob this thing, or kill that guy getting on his nerves, or ruin that rich asshole over there. The audacity of this laughing clown! As if he didn't have one too many to deal with!

The other way he lives, at least for a while, is if he turns out to be right about the way Gotham City works, and it turns out that he really cannot be removed from his position without far worse things growing as a result. I don't think The Shadow would have issues with the Batman villains individually, but neither do Batman or most superheroes. It's Gotham City that's the real problem here, and it's a problem that Batman hasn't solved in nearly a hundred years, and neither has Superman or any of the billion superheroes in that universe, a problem that will never be solved so long as there's a profit to be made on Batman. The Shadow can and has cleaned cities of organized crime before, usually by manipulating it's players into destroying each other, but even he has limits and Gotham City is no mere gangster-ridden town, much like how the man who claimed it is no mere crimelord either.

So the final matter at play here is whether The Penguin is right, and if so, whether The Shadow can afford to kill The Penguin, when there are other more pressing matters. Because the biggest reason Penguin's able to position himself where he is, as a necessary evil in-universe and a reocurring side character/even protagonist out of it, is by never being the nastiest or most urgently threatening villain in the room, and therefore always being the one that the heroes have to compromise with or have to defeat quickly to get moving. He has weaponized a Kingpin-esque idea that he is a necessary deterrent, because Gotham can always get worse, and everyone else who can take power in Gotham from him is much worse than him, and therefore you save the most innocent lives by allowing him to do his thing under a leash. Refer that line above, about how The Shadow will not suffer the innocent for the guilty.

There has been at least one Shadow story where he's dealt with this dillemma, in Face of Doom, as I elaborate here. The Shadow defeated the Face through taking the long way around, disarming his individual lieutenants, luring them into traps and disguising himself as The Face and all kinds of strategies necessary to checkmate the guy, but in the process also giving The Face enough time to regroup and strategize and target his agent(s). A similar thing happened when he had to take down Benedict Stark, and had to considerably slow down the operations to rescue Rutledge Mann from kidnapping. Issuing any kind of harm or death to The Shadow's agents guarantees him unleashing carnage on you personally, refer to Gangdom's Doom where he obliterates organized crime in Chicago in response to the death of Claude Fellows, but The Penguin can play smart. He can refrain from doing that, and buy himself more time, as The Shadow goes after those that think they have what it takes.

I think The Shadow vs The Penguin would probably pull elements from all of these stories I'd mentioned. If The Penguin is right, The Shadow would have to defeat, or at minimum stall, crime in Gotham City in a way that could then remove The Penguin from the picture, which means The Shadow would have to go through the rest of Batman's Rogues Gallery. Difference being, he's not going to fight those guys forever, he might not even fight them at all.

For The Shadow, he's up against a particularly smart, resourceful and powerful "gentleman of crime". One with personal tragedies and codes of conduct, one who might have even been like the ones he'd been able to reform if life hadn't twisted him, but who at present poses an active danger to the lives of people of the city, and stopping that is the bigger concern. He's taking down not just one crime king, but an empire that the crime king holds at bay, and god knows how many crime kings in the way, and possibly others who would see the innocent suffer for the guilty and keep this stalemate forever. The Shadow doesn't do stalemates, and Oswald Cobblepot is going to repent for all he's done or die, and nothing in between.

For The Penguin? He might very well be in heaven. He's dealing with death itself arriving from nowhere to give him the greatest challenge of all: surviving. Which just so happens to be the thing he does best and takes the most pride in doing. It might even be the kind of thing that makes him feel alive again. Facing down someone every bit the implacable wall of terror the Bat is, but who is less about the martial arts brute showdowns and more about god knows how many other subtler espionage chessplay and psychological mind tricks, and zero hesitation in putting a bullet in his head.

And possibly taking it's sweet time wiping out all of the competition, going through the long list of wiping out all of Oswald's hated rivals and competitors for him, and possibly a few unfortunate friends. Years, decades of playing the long game, gathering his assets, putting pieces in place, keeping his head low, letting the Bats and the others walk over him and forget he's there, and he's rewarded with the game of a lifetime! To be the arch-criminal who took on The Shadow and won! You'd almost think he'd have planned for The Shadow to come after him, and getting very angry if Batman shows up to get on the case to stop this because huur I'm a big selfish brute who wants to hog all the fun, duuuh Oswald you can do better, we don't kill around these parts Shadow huurgh, god, Batman, *waugh* can you BE any more of a self-important killjoy?

Sure, if no divine intervention comes, he's absolutely going to die, he is not walking out of this confrontation alive even if The Shadow has to go through Gotham ten times to get to him. But, you know, the real problem with Icarus was that idiot drowned when he fell, because he forgot to pack a bathing suit.

And you know what penguins do best, right?

*WAUGH WAUGH WAUGH*

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Idk if it's your kind of thing but, if you feel like it, would you like to do the NSFW alphabet for Michael and/or Trevor? thanks for all of your writing ❤️

---A/N: Always wanted an excuse to do this. LMFAO. I had to do separate posts for both cos tumblr hated how long it was :(

TREVOR: NSFW alphabet Michael's version--> HERE

A) Aftercare : Clingy. He’ll use you as a personal pillow or teddy bear. It’s either he’s practically resting on top of you, or he’s at least holding your hand or linking arms. You can’t escape him after sex.

B) Body part: -His favourite part of his own body would be his biceps. He likes flexing them to you during sex. He loves when you touch them and fondle the muscle. -His favourite part of your body is of course tits. Man tits, lady tits. He’s all for the tits. Big, small? He’ll plant his face in it no matter the size. As long as he can hold onto it during sex, you’ve got his attention.

C) Cum: He’s called ‘The one pump chump’ for a reason. He comes FAST. He’s easily pleased and he’ll end up painting your chest (and tits) in it. He’s a messy guy.

D) Dirty secret: He likes being pegged (fucked from behind). Sometimes he’s not in the mood to be the fucker and would like to be fucked. Literally.

E) Experience: Trevor has a body count of God knows how many. Safe to say he is more than experienced. Although he’s very involved in his sexual life, he is quite sloppy during sex. He does take longer to give it the best he’s got because he’s too busy being so horny that he struggles to function.

F) Favourite position: Either cowgirl or reverse cowgirl. He’s a bit of a pillow princess himself.

G) Goofy: He’s naturally goofy during sex. He’ll say the most random things because he’s in the heat of the moment. He doesn’t mean it, nor does he force it. It comes out accidentally. Sometimes it can ruin the mood because it’s too funny.

H) Hair: He is absolutely filthy so what do you expect? He’s not well-groomed. He lets his hair grow wild. He’ll occasionally wash it when showering (which is once a year). But he doesn’t trim or cut it.

I) Intimacy: He’s quite the charmer when hitting it. Trevor will list all the beautiful things about you. He’ll even express his love through climax but saying “I LOVE YOU!” or “MARRY ME.”

J) Jack off: He masturbates all the time. He jacks off every day. Pornography books and tapes are everywhere. You’ll hear him! You know the time when he strolls into the room with a magazine. He does like his ‘alone’ time by masturbating, but he’ll occasionally ask you to join him.

K) Kinks He has a variety of kinks. Listing from: -Being restraint (ropes) -Scratches/biting -Foreplay/roleplay -Restraining (ropes) -Public sex -Spanking

L) Location: He’ll oppose sex anywhere but the bed. Trevor likes experimenting and is awfully horny when he shouldn’t be. His favourite locations would consist of: -His car -Any regular alleyway -His meth lab -Your kitchen Yep… Specific.

M) Motivation: -His get turned on when you are wearing revealing clothes. Things like shorts, or even a T-shirt with no bra on (where you can see the nipple). Seeing parts of your body gives him a raging boner. -What keeps him going is your praises. Stuff like, “So good, keep going,” and “Harder! Harder!” Knowing he’s making you cry out of pleasure keeps him going.

N) No: He would absolutely laugh in your face if you wanted him to piss on you, or vice versa… Trevor’s kinks can be bad, but not that bad. Anything to do with shit or piss is a hard no.

O) Oral: He likes receiving and giving. He mainly prefers receiving it though. Trevor is a bit of a sucker when it comes to receiving head etc… He’s pleasured beyond man could experience. However, if you’d like to receive it, he’d happily give… But he lacks skill. He’s good at foreplay (teasing and edging) yet he can’t exactly hit the right spot.

P) Pace: Fast and rough, BABY! He’s too eager to be slow. If you ask for slow sex, he’ll cum before you… Like 2 minutes after edging each other. Not really effective which is why he prefers fast and rough.

Q) Quickie: He adores quickies. He wants one often (like every day). Due to his horniness, he’ll want a quickie regularly. That’s when he isn’t masturbating.

R) Risk: He is open to experiments and risks. He is reckless and deranged, he’ll do anything if it means he’ll get pleasure (and you). If you suggest an idea, he’ll consider it almost straight away. “Ain’t that an idea!”

S) Stamina: He can go through some rounds but he isn’t good at lasting long. “One pump chump” will probably cum before you, every time. He’ll happily do another round though.

T) Toys: Trevor is happy to use toys. He’ll use it on himself and you. Dildo, vibrator, whatever it is, he’ll find a way to find pleasure in it. He once used a vibrator on you and asked if you could press it against his erection. That awakened a new favour of his… Expect him to ask for more of that.

U) Unfair: He is a teaser. Master edger to an extent. He likes to see you squirm and ask for more… It keeps him happy. Whenever he hears his name from your mouth, it makes him completely and utterly aroused…

V) Volume: He is loud, he is obnoxious, he is animalistic. Trevor does not care what he sounds like, he is moaning, crying, growling. He is a loud beast and you’ll hear him over the sound of your moans. He is a loud man.

W) Wild card: Trevor loves it when he’s being jerked off in public. Under a table, dick out, holding back moans. He is a sucker for it. You take him in hand and he’ll be asking for more when getting home.

X) X-ray: Being realistic here, he even admits “it’s nothing much, but it gets the job done.” We are talking 4-5 inches. He isn’t exactly a big boy. He doesn’t care though. If you still receive pleasure from it, he’s fine.

Y) Yearning: My Lord, this is Trevor we’re talking about… He’ll fuck you anytime, anyway, any mood. He is absolutely mewling for your body and hole.

Z) Zzz: He’ll seem fine after it (awake and talking). Then when it gets a few minutes later, he’s lights out. Depending on how many rounds you’ve had, he’ll be tired. If it’s a quickie, he’s fine… But if it’s 4 rounds, he’s having a night-time sleep. Expect him to wake up in about 12 hours.

#trevor philips #trevor philips/reader #trevor philips x reader #trevor gta #gta 5 #gta v #grand theft auto 5

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