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thatoneguydownthestreet · 1 year

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Fuck all this gushy angst bs

Give me your most sloppiest and sweetest fluff fic of Apoclypse yuu x music club members

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FEM ALIGNED DO NOT INTERACT

Yuus pronouns are he/him, so lady's for the love of God, just keep scrolling

Characters: kalim, lilia, cater, grim, you

Warnings: no real warning but there are a few lines about post-apocalyptic poverty and one line with some intrusive thoughts soooo...do with that as you please

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Damn shawty these blankets are SOFT

About a week ago, lilia had approached you with a piece of paper with a room number on it, saying how you should stop by sometime after school.

He said nothing when you asked what it was for, making an exaggerated turn on his heel that looks more like a playful twirl, and left to wherever he came.

You hadn't had much of a reaction at the time. Only blinking in a confusion and putting the paper in your pocket, saying you'd deal with it later.

Later turned out to be earlier this morning, as that's when you finally remembered the exchange happening after putting your hands in your coat pockets and feeling something there.

You knew the way to the room, the school had signs all over the place for how to get to which hall or which office or whatever room you'd be looking for. So you could get there just fine.

That wasn't the problem.

The problem is, do you want to go. What would happen if you do go.

The thought if this potentially ending in blood only crossed your mind for a brief minute before you quickly dismissed it.

Over the past- was it seven months now? You had come to trust lilia the most.

He would never hurt you.

And you believed that with every fiber of your being.

So, with a leap of faith, and a bit if tuna to convince grim, the two of you found yourselves walking down the hall, reading the panels beside each door, trying to locate the right room number.

The door is unlocked when you find it, the lights however are off.

You hesitated. Could you still go in? Lilia gave you the right room number right?

You checked the paper and the panel again. Yup. The numbers matched.

You slowly put your hand on the door handle and took a deep breath. Lilia gave you the paper. He invited you here. You can go in if the lights are off.

The door creaked open and you stuck you head inside, you could vaguely make out a drum set and some microphone stands from the light in the hallways, but nothing beyond that.

Grim was standing right behind you, saying how maybe you should turn around and head back.

You ignored him.

It was just a room. A music room too, it looked like.

You smiled.

There was never any real music in the tunnles. Only a light humming here and there, and the ever so rare old funeral song.

Nothing like this.

You had only gotten to enjoy people singing their hearts out and banging on drums and pouring out their very souls when you got transported here.

And you loved it. You were atrocious at making it, but by God, you loved it.

So instead if listening to Grims words of caution, you stepped into the room, the opened door letting more light in.

There was no reason to be afraid right now.

You were so done with being afraid.

With the extra light, you could see some guitars hanging on the back wall, and some other smaller instruments here and there, but what really caught your attention was what was in the middle of the room.

An array of soft pillows, fluffy looking blankets, and plush cushions were all place together in one big, messy pile.

It looked...comfortable.

Apparently, Grim thought so too, as he ran toward it and flopped down without hesitation.

And if you, albeit a little less dramatic, did the same? Well.

That was really no one else's business, now was it?

Now, from the door? The blankets looked comfortable. From up close? Everything looked so warm and so, so inviting.

But from here? Buried under a good four and half blankets with differently shaped pillows and cushions all around you?

Oh my God.

I mean really, this was getting a little ridiculous, don't you think? To just have this many, obviously expensive, items just...lying here, in the middle of a music room.

You moved a hand to feel underneath you. Ah, there was a giant, padded cushion (?) thing under the pile of heaven.

And it was warm.

Luxury. This was luxury. You could tell. Even if it turns out not to be for the regular students, it definitely was for you.

To go from spending your days in a cold, mold ridden, leaky, death bringing tunnle, to this?

You thanked your lucky God damn stars, that's for damn sure.

You could only pray that the others find themselves in a simular situation. Maybe to this world, or the next, but even if it has just some semblance of peace, you hoped they could find a life worth living there.

(....but why you? Really, you didn't deser-)

You shook your head. If you were going to have those thoughts again, you'll have them later.

Now was not the time.

Grim decided it was definitely not the time, as his snores and sleep talking, mostly about food, started to fill the previously silent room, muffled slightly from the pillow he had stuffed his face in.

You smiled. You were...you weren't exactly happy. That you could tell. There was no childish sense of glee that you lived your life in.

But you were content.

So, so content.

And so, so warm.

You could vaguely here the door creaked open and a completely unsurprised "oho?", but you paid it no mind.

You were tired.

So, with once last smile, you closed your eyes, and drifted off into a well deserved sleep, you know, from all the bullshit you put up with from ADeuce.

When you woke up, it was to the blankets being shifted, and something warm laying right beside you, something way too big to be grim.

Your eyes shot open, and you could feel the beginnings of an adrenaline rush that was way too familiar.

Only for it to calm down immediately after you caught a glimpse of brown skin that contrasted with stark white hair, which was...in a beanie?

Your shoulders dropped, although you confusion rised. When did Kalim get here? And where was his turban thing? Did he lose it.

Also, how long was he there for? Must have been long, because he was currently knocked out and rolled up into what Trey had once described as a "blanket burrito".

It looked comfortable. You wanted to do that.

Also.... who turned on the lights?

You slowly emerged from your own little blanket cocoon like the world's most confused butterfly. You blinked. Once, twice, thrice.

Cater was on the couch (since when was there a couch in here?) eating what looked like were some kind of chips, while talking to lilia in a voice just barely above a whisper. And lilia...

Lilia looking a little different these days huh.

Looking a Lilia Vanrouge, the first words that should pop into someone's head should be "Victorian, Vintage, Regal, hell maybe even Elegant", they should not be "early 2000's punk-pop emo garage band".

"Uhhh...Huh..?"

You can't say you meant to let that little sound out, but you think it conveyed your absolute confusion better than any proper conversation ever could.

Caters head snapped towards you while Lilia calmly turned and smiled, like he wasn't surprised in the least that you had come back to the world of the living.

Ok then.

You brought the closest blanket to you up to your shoulders in a pathetic effort to regain the comforting warmth that you'd been engulfed in just moments earlier. It worked just enough to get you to not do much else about it.

Cater slowly got up from the couch and started making his way to a large, see through tub, which you could see bags of the same chip brand that he was munching on earlier.

Cater looked back to you, and with a soft voice, probably to not wake up kalim, he asked, "Hey yuu, what kind of snacks do you want? We have chips but I can get you candy if you want something sweeter".

Cater was considerate like that, when it came to food at least. Probably steming from his own hatred of sweet things.

("Hatred..is a bit of a strong word yuu...", cater had said with a sheepish expression, holding his phone barely beneath his eye and looking off to the side.

"Ok, but is it the right word?"

He didn't say anything. You knew his answer either way.)

You let out a little smile and quietly told him your preferred snack, which he tossed you with the accuracy of someone who had who had to grow up with two sisters who liked to throw absolutely everything.

You know this because he liked to complain about those two a lot. Although, you get the feeling that something else is going on that he's not telling you. Weird.

Your mind flashed to a little girl that you used to feed and play with after her father died. She never had a mother.

...She would have loved this.

"Hm? What are you thinking about?"

You jumped and whirled around to face the old ass fae that you had opened up to all those months ago, who was floating upside down like it was the most normal thing to do on a Friday evening.

Despite being the only one who you trusted with your life, Lilia loved scaring the shit out of you.

You guess it wouldn't be the same if he hadn't. You honestly don't think you would've made it this far if he started treating you like you were something breakable after that. You could only be grateful that that's not what happened after all.

Lilia let out a mischievous little giggle like the gremlin he was, and gently lowered his head down on a cushion before dramatic flopping down on the mountain of blankets. Which somehow seemed to have gotten bigger.

You looked around.

Yeah no, they definitely got bigger. You could barely make out a small lump around the same spot where grim was.

Damn, must be nice.

You heard a small shuffle next to you. Ah, Kalim must be waking up.

Looking back at the boy you woke up next to, you saw him with his face stuffed into a pillow, with his limbs going in every which way and sticking out in some areas like a particularly confused spider, making a noise that sounded like someone desperately gasping for air. Still knocked out cold despite everything.

...or not.

Uh...he won't mind if you just...

You nudge his face a bit to the side, no doubt making preparations for a massive crick in the neck, but hey, at least he's getting proper air flow now.

Cater let out a snort, which had you looking up and cater trying to cover up with the fakest cough you've ever heard in your life.

Aww. He's embarrassed. Loser.

Lilia rolled around from his spot on the floor, sitting up and scooting closer to you. You raised a brow. Did he need somethi- oh.

You swatted his hand away from your food. Now, usually you'd just let him take whatever he wanted, you let all your friends have some of your food if they wanted it. Except ace. He would just snatch the whole bag and run with it.

But you could clearly see the five, very much empty chip and candy bags on his side of the couch when you woke up, so you decided that he could chill a little.

He still pouted, which probably would've made you give in if said pout wasn't so obviously fake.

To make a point, you took out one of the bigger chips and gave it to Cater, who had made his way to the blanket fortress and was now sitting right behind a sleeping Kalim.

Cater happily took the chips and Lilia looked the most offended you'd ever seen thus far.

You just shot an innocent smile in his direction, knowing that everybody here knew you knew what you did.

The start of what woould have been a playful argument was cutoff, however, when Kalim made a sound that could only be described as something out of a rejected layer of hell.

Three heads snapped to his direction. All wondering what the fuck he was made out of to be able to produce a sound like that.

You have never heard a man sound so much like a rapid squirl trying desperately to devour a full size walnut.

Lord help him.

A crunch came from right behind you.

....

Fuck.

You kept your head trained on the sleeping gremlin, slowly growing a larger amount if pity for Jamil by the second, knowing that if you even took a glance towards lilia and his snack stealing ass, he would win. He would win the non-existent competition that youve just established in your head!

And you couldn't have that now could you?

So here you were. Staring at a now drooling Kalim that looked like he could go into both cardiac arrest and a really good drug-trip at the same time.

A truly disturbing sight.

You could feel Caters gaze burn between the two of you, you didn't dare look, less you be greeting with a dead stare that somehow still had enough life in it for you to recognized that, ah yes, this is the face that people make when they see a white van full of candy.

"..."

"KUUWWKQAANK"

Kailm. Kalim what the fuck.

You looked down, maybe you should readjust him, or wake him up or somethi- WHAT ARE HIS EYES OPEN?!

Kalim Al-Asims eyes were glossed over, letting you know that he was still asleep. You could hear what sounded like psychopathic giggling behind you, letting you know that Lilia was loosing his shit.

Cater shooted up towards you, phone in hand, being held out in front of him like the world's most dangerous weapon.

Quietly, while putting as much space between his club-mate and him as possible, while his phone was right the fuck up there, Cater pressed record.

You could only imagine what kind of emotions that video would invoke. Kalim Al-Asim, house warden, heir to a big ass legacy and bigger asset company, everyone's resident little ray of sunshine, looking into a camera with a dead stare, drooling, and making sounds that you'd image came out of the devil, while hearing the giggles manic giggles of a widely feared fae in the background.

Cater pressed stop and didn't dare rewatch it. Only scrolling to what you just knew would be Jamils phone number.

Oh. Bless him.

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343guiltyshark · 7 months

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hello shark. my biggest hyperfication a few years ago was the (penguins part of the) madagascar series. boy was I excited when netflix made an original show all about the lemurs that was animated like the movies and everything.

boy was it so weird

so I don't know how much you know about the little brown one, mort, he is obsessed with king julien's feet and in all apparences before this show, was just a weird comic relief/heel. He was very dumb and foot obsessed and that was the joke

then came the show All Hail King Julien

Mort is centuries old. Mort sometimes disassociates between personalities or "different Morts" inside his head, one of them being his grandmother who knows secrets to the universe. If Mort drinks coffee, Smart Mort takes over his body and suddenly he speaks with a trans-atlantic acent and knows literally everything. Mort's brain is actually a pocket universe where several deranged Morts lay relatively dormant for most of the show, until the Apoclypse happens and Mort has to go inside his own head to fight them back from clawing their way out into the world. He then has to fight his grandma Mort to the death in this head pocket universe.

An inventor man on the island creates a cloning machine, but it turns out that it is not cloning people, it is bringing in versions of them from alternate dimensions. Morts come out of it. Apparently there is one single dimension that is solely populated by Morts. at this point in the show, they are all referred to as Morts, he may be a lemur but he is his own species now. The Mort dimensions is lead by a Mort who is a Ghangis Kahn parody, Morticus Kahn. He leads every mort in the dimension like they are a hive mind.

So much shit happens in this show like penguins of madagascar was just about silly ninja secret agent penguins doing weird stuff. All Hail King Julien starts off as a funny, raunchy-humored at times show that is both more childish than it's successor, but takes on really weirdly complex themes for a show like this. The first season is like LOL JULIENS DUMBBB LETS DANCE TO EDM ALL DAY YAYYYY and the rest is about how mort is god and death and hell incarnate

I have never seen anyone talk about this and it lives with me forever because What The Hell Was I Watching??? I don't even know if you know anything about Madagascar but I saw you mention the lemurs and this happened.

this show put lemurs in my head

well I watched the Madagascar movies as a kid & I quite enjoyed the penguins (i have been kin assigned kowalski many times in the past). and I have heard whispers of mort’s dark truths. but this is wonderful information to have you are truly feeding my brain on this wonderful night. thank you

#ask

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sauntervaguelydown · 2 years

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Hey I've been following ur tumblr for like a few years less than a decade at this point- you were one of the first blogs i followed when i was like 13/14 and i followed you specifically cus of hannapoc. It was really seminal for me and i really loved it. If you feel so inclined, I'd love to hear your thoughts on the series on the whole. Like, what you think of it at this time. If you have anything you're especially proud of or anything you regret. Any themes in it or parts of it you would want to talk about or just like general vibes. No pressure of course! I would also like to say thank you for that series- i haven't read it in a while but it really compelled me and it remains in my mental landscape as a very treasured apocalypse story as well as my personal canon end for hinabn, as no others were forthcoming and anyways i couldn't rlly picture a more compelling one than what you ended up creating. (i was especially delighted by the fey and the official and unofficial interactions between human and supernatural elements. Stuff like the moonlight accords- i think that was what those treaties hanna was helping with were called right??- and that sort of thing were rlly fascinating to me. I don't think many writers have integrated fey/folkloric races in an apoclypse genre context, i found that rlly innovative and cool.) But yeah! Please write back or if you do not, please know that the stuff you wrote made an impact to me and i still think of it.

first of all this is so sweet thank you a bunch GOD it's been a decade

second of all I LOVE talking about the stuff I've written and I'm happy to do it any time

since there's a lot here and I've never been asked about the fey thing before, I'm going to start there!

So two of my particular special interests at the time I started writing this (12th grade) were a book series about an apocalyptic event wherein all electricity & combustion stops working at the same time, and fairies. Fairies are actually more of a lifelong special interest. I got interested in a kid, and as I got older I went deeper and deeper into the lore and the fiction and the various sorts of taxonomy. I was really influenced by Charles Delint’s The Blue Girl, in terms of spooky uncomfortable modern fairy imagery. I really liked the idea of there being… like taxonomical classification scheme that encompassed all of the supernatural world, like in Artemis Fowl but more amorphous and less biologically mundane. You can see in “Up in Smoke” how it’s really a lot of things I was interested in at the time—Fight Club, governmental collapse, supernatural taxonomy, magic theory—that form the bones of the plot.

I liked the idea of humans being the “sun” people and supernatural beings being the “moon” people, and that was probably from a desire to do the “mud people” thing from Artemis Fowl but, again, more amorphous and poetic. I’m on of those people who likes to make Grand Unified Theory of Blank, so having all the monsters in HINABN canon and all the monster in folklore fit into a coherent shared schema REALLY appealed to me. Moonlight Races are creatures inherently made of and touched by magic. Sunlight races, humans and our pets and livestock, are not.

Early in the process I remember asking myself why, if fey and monsters are real, we don’t see them in the modern day. And some other fiction writers I had been reading at that time suggested that the actual pollution in the air was steel and fire and fairies Hate That so right now the whole world is kind of poisonous to them. I remember sitting at my desk at my first job and drawing charts on notepads describing which creatures went into which family, genus, species. I remember I found the shadow people by going down a Wikipedia rabbit hole looking for things that COULD be fey but aren’t necessarily considered that by people talking about them.

Before I wrote Hannapocalypse, I wrote a different 30 chapter apocalypse au of JTHM based very strictly on the book series I was obsessed with. I’m glad I got that out of my system, because it was objectively not very good, but it gave me practice with writing OCs and it gave me practice with writing fight/battle scenes, and it allowed me to scratch the need to do that EXACT apocalypse scenario. It’s all kind of fuzzy now, but I think it was some art I saw on Deviantart that got me thinking about doing an apocalypse for HINABN, and I waffled for a bit because I had already “done that”. I think I was at the perfect age to have just enough technical skill to pull it off, but not so much worldly experience to think “smoking cigarettes cures the plague” was a ridiculous idea not worth writing. It was a very free time in my life.

When I look back on it, the aspect of it that always looms largest for me is actually Conrad’s aversion to sex. I think it’s because that’s still so uncomfortably personal. Conrad is a lot of me—when I went excavating in the canon to find his Characterization, I found a lot of myself there, and that’s what I drew out. His social anxiety, his ineptitude, his fear of sex, his attraction to the person who gives him attention even when it’s not healthy—even, probably, the bright hot moments of unleashed rage that burn away all the rest of the neuroses for one sublime moment. I mean he’s not me, first of all I’m not that witty or that snappish, but. You know. It’s still pretty personal.

I’m sort of ambivalent about it. I’m both proud of it and kind of regret it at the same time—if I think about regretting it, I end up thinking about how interesting it was instead. It’s really interesting because at first I wasn’t doing it on purpose; in my own mind I was just drawing out the will-they-won’t-they in a way that was fun to write, but the deeper we got—certainly by the time "A Christmas Story" came out, I had realized there was something going on inside ME that was making Conrad act the way he did. And that all got hashed out in the narrative as a combination of internalized homophobia and emotional wariness, so I do like what happened, but even now it still feels so personal I cringe back from it a little on automatic. If Vaysh hadn't been writing with me and able to reflect my instinctual work and resituate it in narrative, I have no idea how that would have turned out.

I’ll tell you what I really DO regret was trying to do the whole segregation + Zillah subplot at the age I was. It’s so weird that it’s THE foundational episode of the series, setting the pattern and tone for all installations written after it, and yet it’s like. Wow. Could not recommend this to anyone without a whole barrage of warnings. I was in 12th grade, I knew racism was a problem, I knew racism would be a problem IN THE SOUTH if a major disaster ever struck—and I wanted to do a cult story because religion fascinates me and there’s a cult storyline (ultimately very different) in that book series I liked—and I love girlboss villains and I wanted a Shadow King reveal at the climax—and it all came out as this wild messy strange thing that hasn’t aged well. I was REALLY excited out Zillah at the time, too! I thought she was so cool! Unfortunately I didn’t know enough not to invoke the much reviled “tragic mulato” trope at the time. On the other hand, I don’t really see how I could fix it now. It’s all tangled up to such a degree that if I tried to do surgery on it, the whole thing would just wither away.

I think more than anything I’m proud of the SIZE of the series. I don’t know where I got the JUICE from. How did I DO that. I mean, part of the trick is that I got to just write the parts I liked writing and then have Hanna handle all the parts I didn’t care about off screen lmao

Oh! I'm proud of John too! The moment when I realized he thinks of Worth as a father figure was the most satisfying experience of puzzle pieces all coming together. I love that he sucks, I love that he's funny, I love that he adds the feeling of FAMILY to the structure at the very end.

Uhhh I think that’s enough? I’ll answer more questions any time though I don’t mind

#hannapocalypse

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treesinspace · 2 years

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Rewatching TUA season 1 right now, and I have to say... Slightly odd that Five would have a gun ready at all times, for all these decades during which he (as far as we know) hasn't seen a single living thing

They show him taking that gun with him everywhere he goes and having it at the ready immediately when the Handler turns up. But like... why? What's the threat level when everyone and everything except for him is dead?

I understand doing this for a while when the apoclypse is still new and unknown, but... decades??

#tua #the umbrella academy #tua season 1 #five hargreeves #trees watches tua #myposts

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not100bees · 2 years

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every day i think about if now apoclypse had been good and not bad

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jsabpiracyau · 2 years

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Oh frick- what’s happening now??

*lords hand bursts out of the stomach, and they tumble out…they look like a blend between the look of the prickly thing at the start…their LLTNF and NG forms…they’re on the ground…they slowly get up…crying…covered in the Apoclypse corpse’s blood*

(He has been reborn

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squeiky · 2 months

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I cant move throughout my day because im thinking above Mephiles and the Goddess and the Griffion and the Preist and the Duke and Solaris

Im thinking about the rule of thirds, the sun, the fire, the flames and the anger. Im thinking of Iblis the incarnation of Solaris anger, whos also the Flames of Disater. Im thining of Solaris, flame of hope and peace turned sinister with wrath and desire to destroy. Mephiles its desires of destruction, Iblis its anger and rage.

Im thinking of Hope, im thinking of despair, im thinking of Sacrafice and Selfishness.

Im thinking of Elise. And Silver. And Mephiles

Then Amy and blaze and rouge and omega and shadow and sonic...

Then the chaos emeralds and timelines, parralels and motifs.

Silver and Mephiles vs Shadow and Mephiles.. Omega and Amy. BLaze, Rouge and Elise. Sacrafices. Losing one thing to gain another.

Freindship, romance, truth and lie, real and fake, light and shadow.

So much in my head, and not much outlet as i fret to move.

Im still theorizing actually. How the Goddess is connected to Mephiles. Her flames of a darkness. Her scepter of darkness. And now Mephiles the dark.

And the birdcloak man, the one in the back who doesnt pray. The sun and the griffion. The eagles who perch above. Solarisis's shell, specifically the mask.

I think about the collusem, i think about the statues of the man and the eagle.

I think about to volacano, and the "trees" of dark mass, growing its purple orbs. The purple orbs that float around, guiding you out of the volcano with "light".

I think of The purple monsters, a sign of Mephiles. I think of the 4( or 3) purple monsters above Silver, before he captures Iblis in his power

I think of Silver and Mephiles, That.. motif, residing within him, the battle of Mephiles vs Shadow and Silver vs Sonic, almost exactly parralleling eachother- down to omega/amy butting in and saving the day.

I think about Blaze, and story beats. I think of their freindship, i think of dependcy, i think of apoclypse, then of trust and reliablity, but also insecurity.

I think of sacrafice. World against team dark. Elise gone of her memory. Blaze losing this world.

Gaining a closer bond. Giving her people a happier life. Saving the future and giving Silver a better world.

I think about true solaris. The little flame of hope. Symbol of peace.

Then i think of the dukes sins. Then i think of the duchess death. I think of Elise, with no family, unable to cry.

Then i think of silver, who was able to.

Hmmmhmm hmm. Sonic 06.

#sonic 06

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sutrala · 1 year

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centrally-unplanned · 3 years

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A Century+ of the Kurtzian Temptation

Partner and I rewatched (well, first time for her) Apocalypse Now this evening, and man does that hit hard after the debacle of Afghanistan had fully spun out its threads. Apocalypse Now always gained a lot of power from being an adaptation of a 19th century novel on colonialism, transplanted to the Vietnam War, and having to change almost none of its themes to still work. That act itself simply succeeding gave the film power outside of itself - the thematic universality was self evident. Adding another 50 years onto the pile and seeing a film that could take place in Helmud with nothing but a fresh coat of sandy paint is frightening - The Horror indeed.

I do think there is a deeper connection there, though. The surface reading of “war is bad and corrupting” of Apocalypse Now gives way to a more detailed understanding of the strategic contradictions of modern war, ones that relate to my own writings from before on the topic. The US military brass in the film have an understanding of their own war that is completely divorced from reality. They want to prop up the South Vietnamese government, they state their goal is to build an ally, but everything exists only on paper. Their allies are corrupt to the core; their own soldiers perpetually kill the people they aim to win over; the troops build a bridge every day that is blown up every night just to say progress is being made in the reports.

Colonel Kurtz has an “answer” to this dilemma - to go rogue, discard western morality, to *replace* the corrupt system they are propping up to one built by Men Like Him. In short, he wants to go Full Empire - a land run by a western elite built on superior force for the purpose of domination. And, critically for the film, this works to some degree - Kurtz gets results that other operations cannot, often with far less material*. The US has comically overpowered material capabilities in Vietnam, but it is all irrelevant as their goal is contradictory - to build a system that can survive without that military might, somehow achieved via that military might. Yet the US can of course never embrace the Kurtzian approach, as it clashes with the entire political and moral apparatus of our system - we prop up allies, we don’t Do Imperialism. And the genius insight of Apocalypse Now is that...the US system is right. Kurtz *cannot* Do Imperialism, his attempts to shed his morality and upbringing fail, it was a dream he could not live up to. And despite his material successes he finds himself asking for death when it comes knocking.

This is in fact a thematic change in relation to Heart of Darkness. The eponymous Kurtz of the Congo river is not Doing Imperialism for the mission - he is just a grandiloquent asshole. Which makes sense! Because in the Congo Free State of the 19th century, the West is very much Doing Imperialism. Like holy shit, the imperialism is off the charts, you have never seen this level of imperialism before. This was a system that was very much working, intensively effectively, the mission is not failing, and it needs no Kurtz to save it. Instead the contradiction Kurtz is exposing is the idea of the moralizing sheen Europe put on colonialism, the White Man’s Burden to civilize the world. The act of imperialism could never be ‘civilizing’, as the act itself was inherently de-civilizing. Imperial Europe could dominate, but it could never change the culture of its dominions (at least not in the way it intended; the unintended effects were legion), while it would itself be forever changed by own attempts. Meanwhile the US in the Vietnam of Apocalypse Now, as a culture that refused to explicitly dominate, found itself worse off in its ability to achieve victory while gaining nothing in its ability to achieve ‘civilization’, and degraded its own morality and soldiers in the process.

Afghanistan in so many ways is this ethos distilled. Nowhere has America tried to laser-focus more on the idea of the Civilizing Mission, called Nation-Building now. And nowhere have more well-intentioned men simply thrown their hands up in rage and disgust at the reality of that approach, like being told to stand back and do nothing as, say, the police force they were training for the Afghan government practiced institutionalized child sex slavery with no consequences. Every one of these people faced a Kurtzian moment of temptation, I have read too many accounts from veterans saying so implicitly, and some even explicitly, to just wipe the slate clean of the government we had built and forge something new, real, strong, and just. But of course the US system could not do that - instead we would drone strike Taliban fighters, and a few children on the side, and call it a day. Making friends with the horror of it all was the only way to survive such a civilizing mission, and how many Kurtz’s we made and broke along the way is surprising to no one who paid attention to how it went the last time.

(*I should note that Kurtz’s success is the least realistic part of the film; 1960′s Vietnam is not 19th century Annam or the Congo, while I do think there is some validity to his insight I do not think the US could have “won Vietnam” by going Kurtzian by any means. Its just not that important to the themes.)

#essay #afghanistan #apoclypse now #film-to-reality analysis

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Ok @charlie-bradbury has me thinking about the wayward sisters in this chilis tonight! btw I love your tag for me! Ok so like here’s my ideal line up up for the wayward sisters!

So we have the main crew:

- Krissy (because I stand by my headcanon that they should have started that storyline with Jody healing earlier!) who hunts but is also the receptionist at the Sheriff’s office.

- Josephine who finishes high school and starts hunting full time (though Jody wants her to go college) with Claire!

- Aidan who didn’t finish high school and works in construction. Is conflicted about hunting after the whole thing with Victor.

- Alex who doesn’t hunt! And works as a nurse as in canon!

- Claire is the same (though I can’t remember if she finished college or not???)

- Patience is obvi in college but as for what idk? I think it would be neat tho if she went to Standford tho. Maybe she could even be “pre-law” or Poli-sci because she wants to be like the president or an congresswoman? Idk yet

- MAGDA because she deserved better! I think she’s finish high school and not really he sure what to do. I think she’d take a gap year and figure out her life but I don’t think she’d hunt.

- Tina (from about a girl) because a reborn teenager in the late 2010s wouldn’t be able to move about the world. Would not hunt but will drive Claire to random locations at night because she doesn’t want her to get hurt. Al bark and no bite (will learn to fight and will kick ass). The begrudgingly responsible one (with Alex)!

- Alicia and Max Banes (because if canon gonna kill their mom then they deserve to have a second family in Jody).

- Kaia AND Dark!Kaia because they both deserved better!

- Ben because you know that boy would have his memories back by now! And then he and Claire could he chaotic siblings!

- KEVIN! idk how by this boy get the peaceful life he deserved. Maybe he’s resurrected and on the run ? Idk but he needs to be there :)

Now go the adults:

Jody and Donna obviously but like Missouri SHOULD have lived and in the good SPN in my head she does! So too should Alicia and Max’s mom! Also our Charlie! And maybe they could have brought back like Bela as the Crowley???

Or like that baby from S4 Rose Holt who would be a teenager and bring back Ava Wilson as like a Princess of Hell? Or a powerful demon intent on using her to start another apoclypse? And maybe like one of the waywards on the case is a special kid? Bonus points if it’s Magda!

Linda needs to be there because we can always use more Linda Tran!

You could reuse the eve plot line because I think it’s neat and then you bring Purgatory back into play. And you know who’s in Purgatory. Benny EMMA! AMY!

Or the Antichrist plotline because Jesse deserves to have a peaceful resolution! And I low-key ship him and maga 😂 sue me! Also we need more good monsters like Leonore! And we should get to see Amy’s son again! More plot resolution and deconstruction of monsters as the other because they’re shown to be as human as regular people!!!!!

Idk I have a lot of thoughts about the good Wayward Sisters that lives in my head!

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HeadCannons about the Bowers gang with reader during an apocalypse? Doesn’t have to be a zombie apocalypse, just an apocalypse lol

So this request is written as headcanons but follows a story, that’s why it’s so long lol. Hope you all enjoy this!

Z End:

So in layman’s terms… you’re all screwed. An apoclypse? Yeah, hate to say it but the Bower's Gang isn't your best option of survival... or are they?...

As if the world couldn’t get anymore fucked, now there have been reports of a possible attack.

You were at the grocery store when you heard the news. Chaos erupting around you.

Some of the townspeople brushed it off as yet another conspiracy theory, while the majority of people took the threats seriously and fleeted town.

What did they mean attack? Was it nuclear? Alien? Zombie? You were so freaked out.

You tried to call your family but couldn’t reach anyone. Your phone suddenly goes quiet as you realize you now have a dead battery. It's almost as if something just drained the battery completely.

People begin pushing and shoving, grabbing as much food as possible and speeding off.

Shit, shit, shit, you thought to yourself ; hands shaking as you fumble to fill several bags with canned food and drinks.

As you sprint down the street you look up towards the sky. Although it’s the middle of the afternoon, ominous clouds begin to cover the sky.

But nothing like you’ve ever seen before. This wasn’t just some rain strom rolling in.

The wind picks up, practically pushing you forward as the temperature drops drastically. You put up your hood and try to keep up your fast pace.

You cut down an alleyway and go to run across the street in the direction of home, but your hood blocks your peripheral vision.

You hear tires screech and a familiar voice yell out, “What the fuck is wrong with you?! You fuckin’ piece of shit!”

Laying in the fetal position with your hands defensively blocking your tear-filled face, you squeeze your eyes shut tightly. Your grocery bags sprawled out around you with some bottles of water rolling away.

When you finally open your eyes, you see a fuming mad Henry Bowers leaning out the window of Belch’s car, which is now sideways from his attempts to not hit you.

Vic bounces his leg impatiently, “come on guys, we gotta go NOW!”

You hear a roar of what sounded like thunder but amplified by 100.

It makes you jump as you all quickly look up at the sky.

“Move the fuck out of our way, Y/N!” Henry spat.

“W-wait! Take me with you!!!”

Belch looks at Henry for a moment but Vic frantically shouts. “WE’RE WASTING TIME! Get her in the car man.”

“Yeah, she has food! Plus, she’s got a hot body.” Patrick lips his lips, looking down at you from his place in the car.

Henry doesn’t even bother to get out in order to let you in the back. He just pulls you into the car and onto him.

The way Belch floors it makes you stumble and fall into Henry’s lap even more. Your hands on his chest to steady yourself.

“Now get in the fuckin’ back!”

You clumsily crawl over the center console and into the backseat where Vic and Patrick were.

Patrick smirks as he grabs your upper arm, helping you in the back.

Henry checks out your ass as you're bent over trying to crawl in the backseat.

Vic looks so frantic while Patrick looks unfazed. More amused and turned on by you than anything.

You glance up at the rearview mirror to see a stoic expression on Belch’s face as he speeds and takes shap turns while Henry still looks like a ticking time bomb of anger.

“G-guys- w-where are we going? What’s happening?!?”

Patrick goes to speak up but Belch interrupts him. “Don’t tell her anything, she’s already shaken up enough.”

“Tell me what? You pushed, demanding to know.

Patrick pulls out the cans of food you got from the store frowning, “Ew, fuckin’ canned peas? String beans?” he scoffs. “Thought you would’ve gotten better shit considering we’re all gonna die.” Patrick begins to laugh, finding so much amusement in this situation.

Tears fill your eyes and you begin to shake. Vic attempts to calm you down by awkwardly putting an arm around you.

In a soft voice he says, “Look, we’ll explain everything to you soon. Right now let's just get to where we’re going.”

After driving another 10 minutes, Belch whips the wheel, turning into the woods.

You get out of the car and watch cautiously in confusion as Henry lifts open two wooden hatch door in the ground, revealing broken concrete steps leading to what looks like a bunker.

You all file in, one after the other. Belch was the last to enter so he placed 2 metal bars across the hatch doors to barricade it shut.

Patrick takes out his trusty lighter and hairspray and illuminates the path until he begins to light candles.

Henry turns on all the lanterns in the meantime.

“W-what is this place?” You ask anxiously as you look around, practically hugging yourself to keep yourself small.

It's filled with posters of cars, and half naked girls.

There's booze. cigarettes, magazines, a radio and a dark board down there.

It looks kinda like a makeshift hangout.. but in the middle of the woods... and under grown~ Yeah.. that raises suspicion considering who it belongs to.. but whatever at least it's shelter for now.

Patrick smirks, his voice low and taunting. “It’s our own little place, sweetheart. Let's just say, we get away with a lot down here.” He laughs like a maniac, making the others smirk and sneer at your nervousness.

You look shly at Vic with pleading eyes. “Please, just tell me what’s going on.”

You hear another wave of that ominous rumbling from the sky but this time, it sounded almost as if a plane was crashing out of the sky!

The entire floor rumbles and shakes as you hear an explosion outside. Belch’s eyes widened. “MY- MY CAR!”

Patrick laughs hysterically, “ha ha, dude, that’s amazing!” He goes to give a high-five to Henry who laughs but smacks him in the forehead instead as he keeps walking by.

“Okay, Y/N. Listen to me carefully now.” Vic says, sitting across from you but leaning in so he’s mere inches from you.

We're under attack… I’ve read so many books on this beofore. The day has finally come. This is an apocalypse.”

Your eyes tear up as you shake your head no, thinking about your family.

“We.. we need to go then! Find help! Or, help others! in need of shelter!”

Vic used both his hands to harshly grab your cheeks so you stop moving and have no choice but to look into his eyes.

“Don’t you get it, Y/N?! You can’t leave here!” He sighs, softening his grip and lowering his voice when he sees you cry more.

“An attack means fallout. You heard that explosion a minute ago? That means the air above ground is contaminated now. The proximity of the explosion was right above us… that means we’re in a hot zone... which means...it could be at least a year before we can surface again.” Vic emphasizes.

The other guys stopped their goofing off and actually looked serious now as they listened to Vic, too. But that doesn't last long.

“Pshhh fuck that! There’s no way I’m wasting a year of my life in this shithole of a bunker.” Henry scoffs, looking annoyed once again.

“Henry is right!” you gulp nervously. “Y-you don’t know for sure, Vic. Maybe there’s still people out there!”

Vic sighs; starting to get upset himself now. He stands up and shouts, “Everyone outside of here is dead!”

You begin to sob loudly, Patrick imitating your crying, making the room even louder.

Belch covers his ears in annoyance. “Shut the fuck up, both of you before I kill you myself.”

As the evening goes on, you all become hungry. You take out the canned food that you grabbed in a hurry from the store.

“Well…. You guys can eat that shit but I know what I’ll be eating, instead.” Patrick says with a shit eatin grin on his face as he rasies his eyebrows up and down at you.

“Gross, someone keep him away from me.” You roll your eyes and sit on the opposite side of the table.

Henry takes a few bits of food before pounding his fists down on the table and giving you a hateful glare. “GOD DAMNIT, Y/N! You just had to get the shittiest food out there, huh? We should have just left your ass on the street. Or better yet, let Belch run you over."

You are filled with anger but also want to cry at the same time. You were an emotional wreck. Great, you think to yourself. There’s an apocalypse and I’m stuck with the fucking Bower’s Gang of all people.

Henry get’s up and makes his way to the hatch doors, Patrick right behind him.

“Where are you going?? Didn’t you hear a word I said earlier? No one can leave, you’ll die if you do!” Vic shouts.

“oH CaLm DoWn” Patrick jeers sarcastically. “It’ll be fine Vicky boy! Let the real men here do some exploring.” Patrick winks at Vic, then licks his lips looking at you as he shoulder bumps past you both

Henry dislodges the door, taking one metal pole as a weapon for him and giving the other to Patrick.

“Fine but if you two leave, you’re not allowed back! You’ll contaminate us all!” Vic retorts, looking apprehensive.

Patrick giggles, still looking directly at you. “I want to contaminate her with my~”

“Shut the fuck up, Patrick!” You shout, but then hide behind Vic when Patrick makes a fake lunge towards you.

Henry and Patrick take off. It’s been several hours since they left yet they still haven’t returned.

Belch looks nervous but finally speaks up. “I’m going to look for them… yeah, yeah I know, Vic. Don’t come back, I’ll be ‘contaminated’.” He says, putting his hands up in mockery as if to say “ooohhh”

With that Belch leaves, taking one of the lanterns with him. You and Vic decide to get some rest. There’s really nothing else to do.

When you both woke up the next morning, the other 3 were still missing. You gulp nervously, looking at Vic with sorrow knowing he just lost his friends.

Friends who were more like dumb-ass brothers to him.

Well, turns out Vic was right… The apocalypse is real. It’s just a matter of time until you find out exactly what type of apocalypse you’re dealing with though.

With that, the lights flicker and bunker shakes again as another explosion can be heard from above ground.

You cling onto Vic's arm tightly, thankful it’s him you’re stuck with and not Henry, or especially Patrick.

Pshh, if this was Patrick, he would try to convince you that you two need to re-populate the world.

You can just imagine that teasing grin and playful voice saying, “Come on, princess it’s your God-bearing gift. Time to spread those legs now."

Yup, you were more than thankful for Vic right about now.

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characters important to kdj’s canon that may get mentioned in threads/plotting/hcs.

lee s.ookyung: dokja’s mother. his relationship with her is rocky at best, especially in the first half of the book / pre book. she framed herself for the death of dokja’s dad & later wrote a book detailing the event to keep the blame on her and not on dokja. he resented her for it because of the pain he went through as a teenager due to the book.

yoo s.angah: dokja’s coworker. she joined minosoft at the same time as him, also as a contract worker, but because of her hardwork she got promoted to a full time employee while dokja’s contract is on the verge of ending. she’s incredibly smart, loves learning new languages, and is well versed in history & mythology.

three ways to survive in a ruined world: i will argue to death that this is a character. it is sometimes written as ways of survival or twsa. this is the webnovel that the world becomes a part of, and the world that (most of) the rest of the characters are originally from. kdj was the only reader of the webnovel past its 100th chapter, the novel having gone on for 3149 chapters and 13 years. he says that the novel saved him, which in a way it did.

lee g.ilyoung: one of the children that dokja more or less adopts. he considers dokja his older brother and likes bugs a lot. he’s incredibly powerful, but dokja is earnest that he shouldn’t reveal his abilities too quickly. whether the concern is because of looming danger or general caution, that’s up to you to find out.

lee h.yunsung: one of the main characters in twsa, he was in the army. he considers himself to be a strict rule follower but as the story continues, he really isn’t. he’s very protective of the party, but especially of kim dokja. very puppy like in personality? the tank of the party.

yoo j.oonghyuk: ah... this motherfucker... he is the main character of twsa. his main ability is that he ‘regresses’, which means that everytime he fucks up, he dies and restarts a new world line to try and get to the end. he’s on his 3rd regression (so fourth time going through it) and by now, he’s very give-no-fucks kill-everything-in-his-path to reach the end. it’s.. more complex than that but ig youll have to read the book :) in twsa, he goes through over 1000 regressions, but kdj enters the world at the start of the third. pre-apocalypse, yjh is a pro-gamer. lol. he has a younger sister named yoo m.ia who he was taking care of since his parents left her with him.

lee j.ihye: one of the mains of twsa. a highschool senior that killed her best friend to survive. she idolizes yjh and is somewhat reckless. she also struggles with survivors guilt. very passionate and emotionally expressive. cares for the younger ones especially. incredible fighter, especially at sea.

jung h.eewon: was a very very minor character in twsa, not even named, but dokja found her and recruited her. she’s incredibly powerful and takes no shit. if h.yunsung is a shield, she’s the sword. pre-apoclypse, she learned kendo and was a bartender. she’s protective of the ones she loves and is distrustful of others, and hates self sacrifice & recklessness

han s.ooyoung: was not in twsa. she is a writer and also rich. has read up to 99 chapters of twsa so she has some idea of whats happening. she starts out incredibly selfish, but warms up to the rest of the party quickly. she’s honest when she doesn’t like people and appears to be pretty heartless. overconfident and very stubborn. hsy, yjh, and kdj are the Main Trio. very complicated to explain i just love her a lot if i wasnt writing kdj i would write her :’)

shin y.oosung: important character in the original twsa. around g.ilyoung’s age, the two of them often fight for who’s closest to kdj. they both idolize him a lot, but especially y.oosung because of [INFORMATION REDACTED] :) very polite. has her moments where she acts childish and stubborn. competitive. likes animals a lot.

#all names have links to their webtoon / official art !#idk how to tag this umm #IF UR A PERSONAL DNI.#tried to censor the names agh #⁽ ✧ ⁾ ⠀ ⠀ 𝙵𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚃𝙷 𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙻 ╱ ooc.

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buckskey · 3 years

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Ya know what never made sense to me? In canon, Mary was pregnant with Dean before her deal with Azazel. So how the Apoclypse!World not have a version of Dean Winchester? Because it canonically splits the night of May 2, 1973. So he technically exists? And you know who else technically exists…EMMA baby! #EmmaSupremacy

oh REALLY now

that’s. hm

#hmm.#anon #also YES #emma supremacy !!

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destieldisaster · 3 years

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Season 4 Wrap Up

We meet Cas! And other stuff happens I guess. It's season 4 of..

So, as I see it there were two main threads happening this season:

1. Dean and the angels

Loved this. It's Dean facing what he did in hell and trying to accept his fate. It's Dean Smith and finding out about Adam and having to deal with all Sam's shit and everything wearing him down. It's him and Cas getting closer. It's Cas starting to doubt and care. It's the unrest among the angels. It's the seals and who's actually working towards what. It's Cas breaking free and making his choice to be on Dean's side and work against heaven. And it's all SO GOOD.

2. Sam powering up

Hated this. He's fighting with Dean and he's acting more and more superior and obnoxious. The fear of Sam going darkside has been part of the shown since the start, but now it's all coming to a head and instead of being epic it's mostly just annoying.

Wich is frustrating because this could have been so interesting! Sam's powers could do so much good if he was allowed to use them without shame. If it has started out as an asset and slowly started changing him. But from the very start it's so unacceptable to everyone but Ruby and that really coloured the arc. Singled out Sam and made it feel like it was him against everyone else. And then with the demon blood..

Looking at it all as an addiction made it more interesting, made me care for Sam more. And Ruby had some great moments, can't deny that. She ended up being such a strong character. And the final scenes were really good!

But on the whole, despite it being necessary to get to the end, not a fan of this arc.

And then

In the finale, everything comes together. The reveal that the angels were working towards the apoclypse instead of trying to stop it. Lilith's death being the final seal and Ruby having trained Sam for exactly that reason. Yellow Eyes's part in all this. Cas defying heaven and chosing humanity (and Dean). And of course, ending things on Sam pulling the trigger and Lucifer rising. It was a great ending.

Everything else

Of course there was some other stuff going on this season too. Some important new characters popped up:

There's Pamala, who was awesome and definitely deserved better

Obviously, we meet some angels this season. Cas, of course, but also Uriel and Zachariah and Anna

We see past John and Mary and meet Mary's family, learning that they were hunters

We meet Chuck as a writer/prophet of the lord, which is such a mindfuck when you know he is god

We meet Adam, except not exactly, since he's dead before the episode even starts. Poor guy..

There's Alistair, who is freaking terrifying until Sam kills him

We also meet Jimmy Novak and his family, which is devastating, but so so important

As for funny or meta episodes, there were a few. We get Yellow Fever and Wishful Thinking and It's a Terrible Life. And everything about Chuck of course. Always good stuff.

But the best episodes had to be the ones that handled Cas's arc: Starting at Lazarus Rising, through Heaven and Hell and On the Head of a Pin, all the way to Lucifer Rising. Not forgetting The Rapture of course. But really there are great Cas scenes in a bunch of the episodes. His character development shines through all of it.

And then of course, Bobby is still fantastic. He's a badass and he's always there for our boys and I love him.

So..

This season was mostly great & I'm very excited for season 5 (& I'm dying to get to 5x04).

#at the rate i'm going i'll probably have finished season 5 by the time this is posted #but i think 2 of these posts a day is the limit of what i'm willing to do to y'all #so whatever #let's gooooooo #spn rewatch #season wrap up #season 4 #supernatural

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Dragon Ball Z 252

So this one opens with this unusual art style. I always figured it was from Buu’s POV, but it’s not. Actually, the narrator does all the talking over this part.

Then it gets really dark, showing the wretched shape the world is in now that Buu’s wiped out 80% of the population.

I’m not sure what the deal is with this shanty-town these people have set up. The vibe I get is that Buu blows up every population center he finds, so I don’t see how there’d be enough survivors left to set up something like this. Maybe these are all people who were traveling, and they came home to find there was nothing left, so they banded together to try to set up some kind of shelter.

Anyway, this is one of my favorite scenes from this arc, because they used the dub audio in the Toonami promo for DBZ in 2002.

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Basically, instead of the narrator explaining all the backstory, the dub had a radio newscaster do it instead, which tied in nicely with the footage of these frightened people scanning the dial for an update on the situation. Buu’s killing everyone, and it doesn’t seem like anything can stop him. There’s something audacious about the idea that these people would even bother trying to get a news broadcast in the midst of this sort of apoclypse. Z stands for the end, but not yet.

Anyway, the word gets out that there’s still someone left who can save the planet...

Misterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Saaaaaaaaaatan ✌️😈✌️

Meanwhile, on the Lookout, Dragon Team tends to Goten and Trunks injuries.

So, this is something I never thought about before. Buu beat up Gotenks pretty bad, and then he defused into Goten and trunks, who also have scrapes and bruises on their individual bodies. Trunks’ clothes are even shredded up a little, and I have no idea how that makes sense, since Gotenks has his own costume.

What I’m driving at is that neither Goten nor Trunks has that swollen eye that Gotenks had at the end of the previous episode. Best not to think about it too much.

Then Piccolo gives them a pep talk and heals them anyway. So why did Bulma bother putting all that iodine on Trunks?

Back to Mr. Satan. According to this episode, he’s been in an underground bunker, protected by armed guards, so that he could train safely throughout Buu’s onslaught. I’m pretty sure this is the first time we see Satan in the manga after he won the 25th Budokai. Of course, in the anime, he kept popping up telling people he would save them from Buu, so that flies in the face of him being in hiding the whole time. Oh well.

Satan’s plan is to have these military-looking guys drop him off at Majin Buu’s house. He starts out by calling Buu out, but he does it in a really low voice, and his escort thinks he’s got laryingitis, so he shouts for him.

Satan tells them to go on out of here, and they do, but he isn’t too happy to see them go. That’s kind of the lonely nature of Mr. Satan. He seems almost naked without an audience around to perform with, but at the same time, he get frustrated being around his fans because he has to keep up his invincible hero act.

First, he sneaks up to the house, and when he finds no one inside, he starts getting cocky again, and talks about how Buu was too afraid to face him. Oh, well, if Buu isn’t here, then he’s got a perfectly valid reason to leave, doesn’t he? Then he starts kicking the shit out of the house, which I don’t really understand.

Also, this.

Then Buu actually shows up, and Mr. Satan shits a brick.

But Mr. Satan came prepared. Buu’s all set to turn him into candy, but he explains that he’s here to offer him presents. First, he gives him a box of chocolates. Buu doesn’t get it at first...

But he tastes the candy, and decides that it’s actually better than the stuff he turns people into.

But this is no ordinary candy. No, this is POISON CANDY. In the Japanese version, the script leaves it at that. It’s poisoned. The dub specifies that it’s loaded with cyanide, enough “to kill a water buffalo”. That’s the sort of off-beat humor where the dub just can’t be beat.

Unfortunately, the poison has no effect on Buu, and that may even be why he likes the taste of this stuff so much. So on to plan B.

Mr. Satan’s second gift is a “Game Poy”.

There’s even a Mr. Satan fighting game included, although Buu finds it too challenging.

So he changes the cartridge to an easier game, Mr. Satan Tetris or something.

Ah, but this is no ordinary handheld video game. This one is packed with explosives, and while Buu is busy playing, Mr. Satan sneaks off to a safe distance and...

Blows him to smithereens!

Or, not. Buu doesn’t even realize that Mr. Satan tried to trick him. He actually thinks the game was supposed to explode, and he likes it.

Buu then takes a liking to Mr. Satan, and decides to make him his “servant”. He then reaches into his pants and gives Satan some of the candy he’s made from people.

Satan accepts, but spits the candy out when Buu isn’t looking. Then he tries to hit him from behind with an elbow, but Buu doesn’t even feel it.

In spite of these setbacks, Mr. Satan convinces Buu to pose for some photos with him standing over him. He says it’s the new fashion in photography, and Buu doesn’t particularly care.

I’m not sure where Mr. Satan’s head is right now. He’s clearly went into this mission planning to trick Buu with poison and explosives, but none of that stuff worked, so what good will the photo do him? I mean, if he ever managed to kill Buu, it would help convince people that he beat him up, but it’s useless if he doesn’t actually get rid of the guy.

Also, who exactly is Mr. Satan trying to convince here? 80% of the population is dead. He doesn’t know about the Dragon Balls, so as far as he’s concerned, they’re never coming back. As for the other 20%, well, I think the world would never quite be the same after something like that. Mr. Satan seems to be planning for a post-Buu era where he’s as big a celebrity as he was before, but I don’t think it would be that easy. Anyway, why does he need a photo? If Buu ever stopped killing people, everyone would give him the credit no matter what. And at this point, he’s the only one trying right now, so if Buu ever does stop killing, it’ll be because of him. He doesn’t need to trick his fans this time, but I guess he can’t stop thinking like a showman.

Anyway, he still seems to have some tricks up his sleeve, because he offers to cook a meal for Buu.

Meanwhile, on the Surpeme Kai Planet, the Elder Kai finishes his five (!) hour ceremony to amplify Gohan’s powers beyond their natural limits. But that’s just the first stage. Now comes the actual process of powering him up, which takes twenty (!!) hours. At least Gohan gets to sit down for this part.

Back on Earth, Mr. Satan cooks Buu dinner and gives him a bubbly sponge bath. Who’s taking photos of this part? This won’t help his public relations at all.

But he seems confident that he can still pull this off somehow. Yeah, he’s lulling him into a false sense of security.

Or has Mr. Satan just gotten himself stuck?

#dragon ball #2019dbliveblog #majin buu saga #majin buu #mr satan #goku #gohan #supreme kai #elder kai #kibito #piccolo #goten #trunks #videl #paur #krillin #bulma #chi chi #ox king

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Chuck’s Angels (2)

Warnings: language, mentions of past abusive relationship and PTSD!! Nothing too graphic in this chapter but just a warning.

Pairings: future dean x reader (next chapter .. maybe...)

A/N: sorry it took so long for me to get this out to you guys. I’ve been quite busy. Again, no time to edit it. Oops. Dean is an asshole in the chapter. But i have big plans for my next chapter! Fluffy smut? Fluffy angst? Just fluff? Guess you’ll have to wait and see!

Masterlist!!

“Listen. I’m sure this is just a misunderstanding.” I said as the Winchesters led me to their car. At gunpoint. The car was really nice though. Dean snorted. “Yeah sure princess. Just get in the car.” He muttered. I held my hands up in defence and slid into the back seat. Dean took the drivers side and Sam took the passenger seat. “Can I at least ring my friend to tell her I won’t be back for a while? She gets nervous pretty quick and well - things get messy.” I said. “Whatever. Just make it quick.” Dean retorted, taking a sharp turn that made an old cup of coffee almost tip over. I hated that I noticed all these little things.

“Brooke? You there?” I asked into the phone. “Yeah, you almost done?” She replied. I sighed and looked at Dean through the rearview mirror, his green eyes pointed straight ahead at the road, his jaw clenched. “No not really. Listen, I won’t be home for a while.” I said. “What!? Y/N!!” Brooke shouted and I winced. “I - I have a friend to meet. In Iowa. It came up last minute, I’m sorry.” My voice was cracking and I was clearly upset. So clear that I got a look from Dean. “Oh... Iowa? As in.. you need me to-,” Brooke started. “Yes.” I whispered quietly. “Alright. Got it. Stay safe y/n.” She said before hanging up. Little did the Winchesters know.. Iowa was our code word for danger.

“So.. where are we going? Top secret base? Old warehouse? Don’t worry I settle in quite easily.” I said after almost three hours of silence. “Well right now it’s late. So we’re going to a motel and I’m having a drink.” Dean said in a condescending manner. I scoffed. “Alright then.” I said. Sam hadn’t said a word since the pharmacy. I knew everything about the Winchesters. Sam had (or has) demon blood in him. Dean is the true vessel for Michael, the archangel. He’s also hooked up with an angel called Anna. They’ve stopped the apoclypse. Probably more than one. And they have major family issues. Not to mention Sam’s girlfriend/fiance burning on the ceiling. The same way their mother died. I know so much more as well. They don’t know that I know any of these things, and I’m going to keep it that way. For all they know, I’m clueless.

About an hour later we pulled into a motel that actually looked quite nice. It had a bar with neon lights outside, matching the ones on the massive signs outside. The building was three stories tall and made of brick. By looking at it, I’d say there was at least fifty rooms. As I got out of the car, I became very aware of how I looked. Short dress, heels, briefcase. The two boys were wearing more casual attire, and it made me stick out like a sore thumb. Maybe I could convince them to let me buy something more comfortable. We’ll see.

Once inside, Sam went up and asked for two rooms. I looked around. Posters and pictures in fancy frames. We were in Nebraska. Which made sense, considering the pharmacy was in South Dakota. I knew we were travelling south. Maybe towards Kansas? Or Texas? God I hope it’s not Texas. That’s a long drive. I took a map and a brochure just in case. “Hey. Princess.” Dean said with a whistle. I glared at him. Sam lead us both up the stairs and to rooms 34 and 35. “They’re two double rooms. The guy said that’s all he can offer at the moment. So what’s the plan?” He asked.

“Well one of us has to go with Bernedette. Or else she’ll - you know - run for it.” Dean said. I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “Wow. You know my name.” I scoffed. “Bite me.” He said without missing a beat. “Anyways. I agree with Dean. Who wants to stay with her?” Sam said. Dean stood and thought for a moment. Jesus, how much thinking has to go into this? “I will. You’re too soft Sammy. She’ll walk right over you.” He said after a while. “Okay. See you guys tommorow.” He said timidly as he gave Dean the keys. Dammit. At least if I was staying with Sam I had a chance. Dean was right about one thing, Sam did seem soft and I might be able to ‘woo’ him or something.

“M’lady.” Dean said as he opened the door for me. I scowled and walked in. The double bed took up most of the room, it had black sheets and the pillows were a dark crimson. There was a three seater sofa over to the right of the room, facing the regular sized television. On the left, a small kitchen and a dining table with black leather seats. The walls of the room were painted gray, and there was a door that I assumed led to the bathroom.

“Wow.” I said. Dean grumbled past me and threw his duffel bag onto the bed. “Yeah about that. What am I going to wear for the next while?” I asked. He sighed and sat on the sofa. “I dunno. We’ll stop at a shop tommorow. Tonight you can just borrow something. Or sleep in your underwear. I don’t mind.” He said. “You’re disgusting.” I said back. “No I’m pissed. I could be downstairs flirting with a perfectly dumb blonde, but no. I’m up here babysitting a member of a fucking girl gang! What are you guys anyways? Charlie’s Angels or some shit?” He barked.

His sudden aggression made me nervous. They took my blade a while back and that’s all I had to protect me. Sure, I was good at martial arts, but not that good. Not against a big guy like Dean. Have you seen the build he has? I tried to think of a responce, but I couldn’t. The more I kept looking at Dean sitting on the couch, the more memories it brought back. The more I began remembering the more I began panicking and soon I wasn’t the brave smart-ass chick I was in the car. I was y/n y/l/n. The girl troubled by her abusive boyfriend of three years. The girl who was so broken and so alone. That was before Bernette Hill came along. That is who I am now. Bernette Hill, the ass kicking, bad guy fighting, leader of nations. That was me.

I felt the tears starting to brew. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. “I - I’m going to take a shower.” I said quietly. I was in the bathroom and had the door slammed behind me before Dean could say anything. I turned the shower on and stripped. Tears dripping down my body. I couldn’t believe it. I hadn’t had a meltdown like this in months. And of course. Now would have to be time. Marigold told me it was PTSD. That agressive men made triggered me and that I couldn’t handle it. I wasn’t sure about that. But I guess it makes sense.

#castiel #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x y/n #dean winchester x you #dean x reader #dean x y/n #dean x you #sam winchester #spn

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