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smytherines · 1 month

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Fuck it, here's an Agent Mega dissertation

Alright since I have such elaborate headcanon for my beloved precious Owen Carvour, I guess I should do it for Agent Curt Mega too. Sigh.

So, going off of the last big one, if Owen is born in 1928, then I'm gonna say Curt was born in 1930. I'm forever won to the Texan agent mega headcanon, but I think it's safe to say that Mrs. Mega is not from Texas, probably more like New York or I've seen people say New Jersey.

We know nothing about Agent Mega's dad, but I imagine he was kind of a loser and low level con artist and moved his pregnant wife down to Texas to do scams around the bustling oil industry, and then soon after Curt was born a scam collapsed and he ran off. It's either that or an Aladdin 3 situation where he was secretly a spy the whole time and had to go into hiding.

So we've got mama Mega, raising a VERY hyperactive (read: ADHD) little boy on her own, in a place where she doesn't have any support, and he just becomes her entire world. But she has to work a lot, so Curt becomes used to taking care of himself, and most importantly- keeping himself busy so he doesn't lose it.

In this headcanon Curt would only be 15 when WWII ends- not old enough to fight, but definitely old enough to have personally known a lot of kids from his hometown who come home in caskets. I just truly think of WWII as a formative experience for both these guys. For Curt it just feeds into that inferiority complex.

Now anybody who has ADHD knows that you already spend a lot of your life feeling inadequate, feeling self-conscious about not being able to be the person other people want you to be (*especially* if you're queer). You get defensive, especially when criticized. You also get restless.

I headcanon Curt as growing up in Abilene, Texas, mostly because I have a friend who grew up there and I've visited and the vibe is right.

I don't know if anybody has ever seen The Last Picture Show, but its a film set in small town Texas in 1951-1952 (so a little late for our timeline but still) and it's (more or less) about two high school seniors essentially trying to escape this suffocatingly small, dying town before they become doomed to spend their lives trapped there.

That's definitely what I think about Agent Mega too- this gay, ADHD teenage boy climbing the walls of this little town, never being able to fully be himself. But he's got a lot of energy (and more than a little anger) to burn off, so he does sports. It's Texas, so football for sure. Maybe wrestling too. Perhaps wrestling is even where he has his gay come to jesus moment.

And when he isn't doing sports, he's home, alone (mama Mega is working so hard), out back drinking a beer (or two, or three) and teaching himself how to shoot. I think he becomes hyperfixated on becoming an expert marksman, because with all of this shit he cannot control, all the stuff he is supposed to be but isn't, this is one area where it feels like he has the power here.

What starts off as "kid drinking beer to feel cool and rebellious" starts to morph into a lifetime dependence on alcohol. Substance use is a big issue for a lot of ADHDers for the same reason I think it would be for Curt- it calms him down. It eases that constant restlessness in his bones. It softens the edges of other people's criticisms of him. It makes him care a bit less what others think about him.

In a vicious cycle, he drinks to avoid feeling those big feelings (especially as a man, especially as a gay man, especially as a gay man in Texas), but the drinking leads to more criticism, which leads to more drinking to numb the emotional response to that criticism.

But his hyperfixation on learning to shoot pays off. Let's say he becomes a junior state champion trapshooter (did I look up trapshooting competitions from the 1940s? yes I did). He's good, especially when he hits the sweet spot of drinking just enough to calm his ass down but not so much that he's useless. Maybe this is how he comes to the attention of the A.S.S.

And he fully believes that these skills he cultivated, the ability to hit hard and run fast and shoot accurately, his ability to escape when it doesn't feel remotely possible, is why many years later he just kinda rolls his eyes at Owen for insisting that they do things carefully and methodically. Careful didn't get him out of small town Texas. Careful didn't get him the exciting non-stop life he has now, a life where he *almost* gets to be himself a lot of the time.

When Owen "dies," and its Curt's fault, he naturally turns to drinking to numb that pain. But its a lot of pain, so it takes a lot of alcohol to kill it.

I'm sure I could go on, but as always I have rambled a lot here so I'm just gonna leave it.

#spies are forever #agent curt mega #saf headcanon #SAFtistic

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gotafewtricks · 6 months

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It is I, the silly animal anon. I come bearing more requests such as a centaur!reader with hanzo. I just thought it'd be goofy as hell. I IMAGINE THE VOICE LINE WHERE ORISA TALKS TO HANZO ABOUT HIM RIDING HER INTO BATTLE AND LIKE TRANSFERRING THAT TO READER? 😭😭

Have a nice day. I hope you're doing well in school!

★ "I- What a preposterous thought!"

Glad to see you swing by again :3 I like the animal theme going on; and I hope I did well, especially since I am not very knowledgeable in Greek mythos !! & I'm well, hope you are, too! I'm just stuffy rn due to allergies; and mhm! School's well !!

With how first impressions would go, he'd probably have to blink twice to fully believe what was in front of his eyes. Even if his family sought forth the dragon, and Hanzo's extensive knowledge of his culture's mythos, it'd feel natural for him to think of this as normal—whenever you'll have to call him out on his staring.

So many thoughts would race through the archer's mind right now. Who are you? What are you? Why are you mentioning how his jaw's dropped?

Hanzo would have to compose himself with a quick "ahem"; as he'd clear his throat before he could advance any further. His knowledge on centaurs felt elementary, as he thought about such a topic even more. The marksman would glance over your body, a particular thought humoured him as he'd break into a smirk; before coming to the realization you have your bow firmly in hand, as you'd trot toward him.

He never was one into equestrian sports, as most of his free time during his servitude towards his family included wielding the blade. Now, that is not relevant to him; considering his promise to never even dare touch such a weapon. His bow was his safest option to hone his skills, and to also keep up his job as a mercenary.

"I know what you're thinking," you'd say, breaking him out of his thoughts. "You wish to ride me into battle?"

Prepare for a flustered Hanzo, shaking his head out of pure humiliation that you'd want to point him out like that. Even with his experiences prior did not revolve around the idea of cavalry, he couldn't help but entertain those thoughts his mind was plagued with! Considering he trusted that, due to your heritage, you were also a skilled hunter with the bow, then-

"No, why would you think that? Do I come off as that shallow?" Hanzo would then interject, making up a lie to make himself look as if he wasn't the one red-handed here. "I'd have more respect for..."

With just one knowing grin from you, he'd have to scowl. You won.

You didn't want to just leave him hanging there, though. You did offer your assistance for his idea, of which he tried to make it sound as if you were "doing it out of pity"; but, in reality, you could tell that his eagerness through his body language told you otherwise.

I feel as if Hanzo would know proper etiquette with riding on horseback; I'd say that during his trips throughout Japan, and the world, too, he'd understand a few concepts. You'd really need to teach him and be patient.

He's never really gotten... this excited for a rather childish concept. Do be gentle, if you were to muse your comments with Hanzo and tease him, as it'd make his a bit discouraged on acting more upon these little scenarios. Let him have his fun! Though, please do humble him if he ever gets too high and mighty on his high-horse... aha.

He'd somehow revere your untamed nature, if you exhibited one; being free, and guided by your own motivations and wills. Hanzo would see himself in you, and in a way, there was a beauty of it.

Whenever the two of you got closer, Hanzo would love to do nothing other than run his hands through the course hide of yours; you and him would normally then meet up during the night, the stars blanketing the dark skies.

I'd feel like he'd have a basic understanding of astronomy and astrology respectively, though, once you start talking the alignment of stars and planets, you cannot help but laugh at his confused expression—explaining the different relationships between those bodies.

You'd laugh at how he'd get confused with the different constellations, mumbling to himself about how you got an image of an air pump out of spotted dots. You would then correct him that it was actually "Antila"; but he'd digress. Hanzo would have genuine interest if you were to act so enthusiastic about the study; matching the energy lovingly, being more comfortable with expressing his newfound interest.

Whilst the two of you would train, as much as he would prefer the comfort of solitude, Hanzo would love to gauge at your ability; your specialty as an archer.

He'd hint and hint at wanting to practice his abilities on horseback; making his request subtle; even if you did allow him to ride on you, or if you didn't care. Hanzo still was trying to make sure that you were comfortable, whilst also wanting to fulfill his own curiosities.

You'd make fun of him, calling him a cat with how he'd just tilt his head at you. If you didn't mind the staring, you'd further joke along with him; causing him to always shake his head in embarrassment. Every. Single. Time.

#overwatch x reader #ow x reader #hanzo x reader #hanzo shimada x reader #centaur reader #x reader #silly animal anon #req #reqs open #gn reader

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tomatoswup · 11 months

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Hello, cam I ask for something small for Vash and a reader who's a bit of a good marksman and knows their way around distance weapons? Theyre nothing crazy like his abilities, but they can make those trick shots of paper balls into garbage cans from across the room (and often do to impress him). Hope I'm not being too vague! Thank you!

A/N: shooting bullets??nahhh we shootin baskets☝️☝️☝️,,,somethin light-hearted for the faint of hearts hehehe thank you for the request anon😌 and i hope you enjoy!

"Are they gonna shoot?"

"Oh my god-"

"Please don't..."

"DON'T DO IT!"

A force of nature. You never really got use to being called that, after all you weren't really as good like him.

But with all the trouble that came along, what else could you do but keep shooting?

Keep yourself alive. After all, that rifle on your back carried you a long way, alongside the deserts that surrounded you, your grip on its trigger had practically etched itself into the wooden build of its own existence and with many other weapons you’ve held out in these plains.

Just one target.

And all you needed was accuracy, and a bulls-eye.

Breathe.

You kept your hand up, holding a careful stare on your target as the hot sun shined down on your head. The pocket watch hanging from your jacket sounded out its clicks at every second as you felt your feet slowly sink into the sand.

All you had to do was keep it steady...Steady now..

Unwavering from the whispers around you, you didn't dare move an inch until the wind stopped blowing. If you did, everything would've been for nothing.

And as if the world had heard, pleaded with you one more time, the wind died down to a stop, for just a moment,

Everything went still.

"Now." And with a flick of a hand, you felt the object fly from your grasp and right into the small bin that stood a bit away.

"AWWWW!!!" Groaned out a small fraction of the kids that were around you, the rest of them cheering at the perfect shot you made into the public garbage can.

"LOOKS LIKE CHAOS STRIKES AGAIN!" You comically laughed out, kids squealing around you as a little brown-haired boy jumped out infront of you "WE WON! NOW YOU NEED TO GIVE US BACK THE BALL OF JULAI!!"

You couldn't help but stifle your chuckles at the little feud of roleplaying the kids were doing. It's been a while since you've had some fun away from any trouble.

To be honest, it actually felt..refreshing!

"ENTERING THE ROBOT!!" The crowd of kids screamed as you glanced to the side when they scattered, eyes meeting orange sunglasses and ridiculous spiked hair.

Decided to join in on the shenanigans too huh?

Maybe the paper ball trick worked...

Oh get real, something like that would never work.

You let out a big sigh as Vash ridiculously made his way to your side, exaggeratedly stomping down on the ground "HERE TO SERVE!"

With a kid hanging off his shoulders, the group of older kids continued to taunt the younger ones with a red ball in hand.

"Ain't that something." You chuckled, watching on as Vash playfully saluted out right next to you before the kids detached themselves from him and ran around. Giving him a moment to drop the facade, Vash leaned down to your ear, shooting you a cheeky smile, different from the serious face he had on just a second ago.

"Nice shot!" He whispered to you, a hand cupping the side of his mouth.

Oh! He saw that?

You mimicked Vash's movement and also leaned over to whisper along "Oh pfftt that's nothing~" You waved shyly, letting out small laughs as you tried to ignore the setting blush of red on your face "It's just some paper that's all!"

"Well for just a piece of paper that bin was pretty far away!"

"Beginners luck I say...But.." You leaned in closer into Vash's face as you put gentle hand on his shoulder, making him wonder what else you were going to say, what you wanted to say.

"I can make two paper balls go in at the same time-"

"ARE YOU SERIOUS?" He whisper-yelled excitingly, momentarily looking back at the bin that you made your shot in.

"YES! TWO HANDS AND ALL!"

Okay maybe you were going a little overboard...Nahh~

"AHEM!" Coughed out a small voice, making the both of you turn dramatically to see a small girl with braids looking up at the both of you.

"Which one of you knows how to breath fire?"

...

"Uhhhhh..." The two of you stared at her dumbfounded at the question before simultaneously pointing at each other at the first thought.

"They do." "He does."

Maybe you should try shooting more paper balls from now on...

#trigun imagines #vash x reader #trigun #trigun headcanons #trigun stampede x reader #vash imagine #vash the stampede #vash the stampede x reader #:requests💙#hehehehe #personally i suck ass at handling rifles and snipers (i play cod zombies with friends)#worst aim of life fmfkekakskd

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hollow-keys · 9 months

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I often see fans say that Bruce slicing Jason's throat in Under the Red Hood was out of character, an accident or was on purpose but meant to be dodged, but I disagree, here's why.

Any effective strike would have to hit without warning, so that Jason couldn't simply dodge and pull the trigger, and incapacitate immediately, again, so that Jason couldn't shoot, meaning he would have to seriously injure Jason. Compounded by the fact he doesn't seem to have any problem with injuries as long as they're non-fatal* and that he only had a few seconds to plan, and the neck, from his point of view, becomes a logical target.

If Bruce wanted Jason to dodge he would have thrown it directly at him to give him time to dodge rather than sneak attacking. If it was an accident that would be addressed because Bruce is an expert marksman to an inhuman degree and this means him missing would be surprising and commented on in text. Instead, Bruce shows no surprise or remorse and Joker says he found a way to win (meaning he didn't kill), implying it was purposeful.

*Since Bruce doesn't seem distraught at Jason's injury and Joker says he won, I assume that somehow the massive blood loss wasn't inherently fatal and he would survive. But given how severe the injury was, only if given immediate medical attention. Bruce only becomes distressed when Joker sets the bombs off and the universe restructuring sends him into the cosmic void (Infinite Crisis, it was a whole thing) because now Jason was gonna die.

Which is why the final confrontation in the movie is so hollow to me. It tries to avoid this brutality (and any reference to Infinite Crisis), so instead it has Jason try to kill Bruce when he walks away, where comics Jason only threatened the Jokers life, and Bruce goes for the gun, injuring Jason's hand in the process instead of cutting his throat, which is much nicer than the comics. Jason looks worse, Bruce looks better.

However, this wouldn't actually work because Jason wasn't incapacitated and would have simply discarded the broken gun and got out a new weapon to kill Joker or snapped his neck. Bruce also threw it directly towards him so he could have and would have dodged if the movie wasn't trying to sanitize the ending so much to make Bruce look better.

#jason todd #bruce wayne #red hood #bruce wayne hate club #<- i think this belongs here #meta #📨

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mickmundy · 1 year

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rise and shine; a fic inspired by an (18+) bushmedicine piece animated by my friend @gremlinshoard! please go check out her amazing art!!

as usual, text for the above excerpt is below the cut!

“‘Course. But now you really gotta get clean, y’smell like me.” He made playful sniffing sounds against Medic’s neck and rubbed his chin against his skin, making the doctor crow with laughter. “C’mon, nurse. Up you go,” Sniper teased as he gave Medic’s rear a gentle whack like one might do to urge a stubborn animal to move. The mercenary erupted into laughter, his heart fluttering as Sniper’s own chuckles joined it.

Sniper rose out of bed and turned to face the doctor, scooping him up and tossing him over his own shoulder. Medic squealed and kissed Sniper’s round belly, nipping softly at the stretch marks that adorned the hunter’s hips and stomach. “Yeah, yeah, do your worst,” he chuckled playfully at Medic’s giddy bites, watching him as he paced to the suite’s bathroom and started the shower.

“Into the bird bath with you, pretty plover,” he grunted, carefully standing the doctor up in the shower once the water got warm. He loved when they could be casually naked together; observing him like this was always such a treat. Medic began to lather up some shampoo and washed his hair, watching Sniper with bright blue eyes as the bushman went through their itinerary, humming along as he rinsed out his hair products and cleaned himself. He didn’t really have to pay attention; Sniper would be the one directing them when it came to what plane or train or whatever they had to board and when…

“So then there should be a layover which gives us time to-”

‘My heart, you worry too much! We’ll get there when we get there!’ He wanted to say, but refrained; he knew it was a routine for the marksman to rehearse things like this out loud. Unlike his stalwart companion, he really didn’t care if they arrived back to the base on time. Medic grinned, rolling his eyes as he opened his mouth and filled it with hot water until his cheeks bulged. Sniper was still going on about that schedule of theirs, instead of showering with him like he promised!

He pursed his lips and spat it at the bushman’s wide shoulders, making him jump and spin around to face him. Medic hooked a finger and motioned for Sniper to come to him and pointed to the tile floor - a very clear come here command - to which he nodded and gave a sheepish, crooked smile as he interrupted his own monologue.

“Right, sorry. But dovey, it’s important. We’ve only got a few minutes if we want to be on schedule, so you don’t have any time to stir up trouble ,” Sniper snickered as though he’d won an invisible battle, walking into the shower and groaning as Medic eagerly scooted to let the hot water hit his beloved and began to lather his mullet with pleasant-smelling shampoo. He smirked as he heard Sniper begin to purr his crocodile purr again .

“My naive krokodil, a few minutes is all the time I need!”

#okay fuck it we're doing a better promo of my schmutt fic. whatever #this websites rules confuse the fuck out of me so i'll just post a Safe For Work part of it #dutchfoolery #medsnip #YAAAY HEHE

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infinitelycomplexpuzzles · 9 months

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The Supervillain Code

So I've been thinking about this a lot, based on my reading of the Golden and Silver ages of comics, in terms of what makes a supervillain, and what sorts of things are required to be a supervillain. This is a bit of a hard and fast ruleset, obviously, and not everyone is going to meet all points, but I think it'll hit the general idea of what makes for a supervillain.

Rule 1: We Are Madmen, Lunatics, Freaks, Maniacs, and Criminals; We Are Not Psychopaths

Any idiot can drive a bus into a crowd of people. Any idiot can shoot up a crowded room. They were doing it in the 20s with tommy guns, it's even easier to do in the modern day. This doesn't make you a supervillain. A body count isn't the marker of a Supervillain, because it requires no effort, no flair, no panache, no skill.

A Supervillain, first and foremost, is a better class of criminal. They are above your common thug; they are not simply mass murderers or serial killers who kill needlessly or wantonly. We will get to the rules about killing later, but the first rule must be that there is more to supervillainy that simple murder. If all it took to be a supervillain was a body count, then anyone could do it.

Rule 2: Killing Is Permissible Only In Regards To Your Crimes

Let's be honest, however. Killing is part of being a villain. You're trying to kill your adversary, that hero who thwarts you. In fact, you trying to kill him is probably why he's trying to stop you. And in fact, you're probably trying to kill someone else on top of that. Maybe it's the Mayor, or the police chief, or maybe you've found someone close to the hero who you want to threaten. Whatever or whoever it is, murder is a great motivational tool for getting a hero to face you in battle like you want.

But what makes this rule separate from the first is that this is true only in regards to your crime. You might get lucky and kill your heroic adversary in the heat of battle; congrats, you won! But it is entirely unsporting to say, show up at his family barbecue and blow him up with a rocket launcher. That's not a real victory; you've achieved nothing. No one thinks you're better because of it. No one thinks you earned that victory, and you've gotten neither status nor respect for doing it.

Ultimately, a supervillain's triumph must come with both respect and status; you're the one who finally beat the Batman, you're the one who finally took down Spiderman, you're the one who managed to outwit Superman, you're the one who got away with robbing Iron Man.

No one thinks a supervillain needs to adhere to nonviolence or non-killing. But a supervillain is more than a killer, and more than a murderer. It's the manner and method that makes the man, so to speak.

Rule 3: Gimmick Infringement Is Frowned Upon, Get Your Own Idea

Look, lots of people have similar ideas. There are lots of people who think 'yes, I am a great marksman, I shall make this the basis of my supervillain motif.' But in general, two things apply: one, you don't operate in the same city as someone else with the same gimmick if they got there first, and two, you don't take anyone else's name, especially if they're still using it.

Names carry respect and prestige, especially if they're a name formerly used by a now retired or dead Supervillain. You can't just roll up and call yourself the same thing, or steal their gimmick. Not only is that not cool, but it makes you look small time. And really, the other villain might just off you, and that would be entirely acceptable, as gimmick infringement is a huge breach of supervillain ethics.

There are, of course, caveats. One, if you get permission from the former supervillain, that's fine. Two, if that villain was too small time to really matter, that's also fine. Three, if you're directly related to that villain.

Rule 4: This Is My Heist, Get Your Own

Generally speaking, letting another villain do all the work and then swooping in is bad form. Most villains put a lot of thought into how they commit their vile deeds; showing up to take advantage is a good way to create a grudge. Furthermore, you also lose all the status and prestige that comes from having succeeded on your own, and everyone is going to think of you as someone who cheats to succeed.

However, it's entirely acceptable to steal from another supervillain after they've committed the crime. Showing up during the bank robbery to steal something out from under them is bad form, but showing up after to steal from them is entirely acceptable. It's their own fault for not being prepared for that.

Rule 5: Do Not Spoil The Fun

Look, everyone who's in the villain community for a hero knows who they are in their day to day life. Supervillains are made up of geniuses of every stripe; they probably figured out who their adversary was relatively quickly.

But there's a reason they don't reveal to the world who they really are. One, it would spoil the fun, because they'd not be able to move around as easily. Two, it would drag in all kinds of bottom feeders who would take advantage without having earned it. Three, it would make it impossible to engage in the same kind of dynamic that makes Supervillainy worth it.

To know your enemy's true identity is an exclusive club; but much like crime, it's beneath a supervillain to expose a hero's identity, at least before they're dead at your hand. A supervillain who kills his hero can expose them, but not before. Doing so would ruin the fun. A hero is only who they are because of their secret identity; destroying their secret identity just lets unworthy people in on it, and changes the hero in awful ways.

Rule 6: Live Your Gimmick

Look, we might look down on Kite Man or Stilt Man or whoever else, but they embody a core part of the supervillain: whatever your gimmick is, you live that. Your heists should be centered around whatever your thing is, or at least, should embody parts of it. Failing that, you should be at least prepared to take advantage of whatever your thing is.

For example, Captain Cold uses a cold gun, that's his thing. He also robs banks with said cold gun. That's his thing. That's one side of the spectrum, where the gimmick is basically just 'thing I use while committing crimes.' On the other side, you have Mr. Freeze, a man who commits ice themed crimes. That's living the gimmick in terms of theme.

Or, in another example, you could be Cluemaster fighting heroes while troubling them with trivia, or you could be Riddler whose crimes are themed around riddles.

Either way, you should live your gimmick. What elevates a bank robber to supervillain is theme and commitment to it.

Rule 7: Get Your Own Hero!

A supervillain is often defined as much by the hero he fights as he is by his own gimmick. As such, it's bad form to go after another supervillain's hero specifically.

Look, if Batman is in Metropolis and he's trying to stop you, that's one thing. It's another thing entirely for a Metropolis supervillain to go to Gotham to fight him specifically.

This isn't much of a hard rule, but in general, it's extremely frowned upon, especially if you're doing it because you think another hero is easier to defeat. Supervillainy is about respect and prestige; moving somewhere else to defeat their hero grants you neither. And it's especially bad form if that hero is deeply associated with a certain group of villains or a specific city. This is less of a problem if you're dealing with a hero who is more mobile or less well known, but in general a supervillain should strive to have their own hero.

Rule 8: Stick To Your Own Stomping Grounds

Look, villains travel too. But it's usually bad form to travel to other countries and just decide to start doing crime, for the same reason it's bad form to show up in other villain's cities and start fighting their heroes. This also isn't a hard rule, but in general it's bad form to just start making trouble in other people's territory.

Rule 9: Those Who Don't Abide By The Code Deserve None Of It's Protections

Look, supervillains break the law by design. They don't follow rules. But the rules of supervillainy exist for a reason, if only to denote who's a villain and who's a supervillain.

Those that break the rules, those that choose to violate them, deserve and get none of the protections of the code. They deserve neither respect nor prestige, and villains are entirely free to treat them with contempt and disdain, and violate any of the other rules in regards to them.

For example: Dr. Doom follows the rules. He is, first and foremost, a supervillain. He kills people, he commits crimes, and he has at times, violated the various rules of supervillainy, but he does not break them constantly.

Red Skull does not follow the rules. He is a genocidal psychopath who actively flaunts and ignores the code, and as such, deserves no respect or deference by other supervillains. His schemes are free to be disrupted or crashed, his life is not protected, and he is absolutely not deserving of respect or prestige. Supervillains are free to do what they please against such a person; if he's in their city, he is not afforded any of the protections you might give someone else.

Simply put, it would be bad form for Riddler to disrupt the schemes of someone like Bookworm, because Bookworm adheres to the code of Supervillains. It is entirely permissible for Riddler to absolutely ruin the schemes of Captain Nazi, because he does not follow the rules, and as such is not afforded any protection by them.

Rule 10: Targeting Other Supervillains Specifically Is Bad Form

This is a bit of an addition to previous rules, but in general, Supervillains should not exclusively target other supervillains. It's one thing if they cross your path or go after your spoils, but it's quite another if you're spending all your time targeting them.

This is especially true because most supervillains do not have secret identities. Targeting their friends and loved ones is extremely bad form. However, as the previous rule makes clear, if they don't follow the code themselves, they're fair game. At the same time however, don't expect prestige or respect for targeting random people related to the rule breaker the way you might if you targeted them directly.

Rule 11: Team Ups Are Usually Temporary, But Respect Them Until They're Over

The supervillain team up is a longstanding tradition. During such times, supervillains should work together, and not betray each other until after the heist is concluded and the hero is fought. Betraying your ally during the heist or during the fight with the hero is a coward move, and actively frowned upon.

There's a big reason why you want to respect this rule as well: people who get the reputation as traitors will inevitably find it harder to find people to team up with. Since the biggest heists often require team ups, and since the biggest prestige comes from teams of supervillains fighting teams of heroes, ending up as the guy no one wants on your team is a very bad thing.

No one expects their allies to remain allies once the job is over. But during the job, don't betray the group. Don't be that guy.

Rule 12: Respect Those Who Leave The Life, Unless They're Now Heroes

Villains who go straight and become heroes rightly get scorned by the supervillain community. But those who either go straight or retire and who adhered to the code should be afforded some measure of respect for that choice.

If they choose to get out of the life entirely, because they're tired of it or they managed to actually score and no longer need to be a supervillain, they should be left alone. After all, it's the dream of many a supervillain to score enough to buy a private island and retire. Those that achieve this should be respected.

At the same time, elder supervillains who retire should not be targeted. The amount of Supervillains who live to old age anyway is fairly small, so those that manage to stay in the life long enough to retire deserve respect. Beyond that, it's bad form to target them anyway; no one thinks you're a great supervillain for beating up an old man.

Obviously, those that break this rule can absolutely expect retaliation by other villains who take offense.

Rule 13: It's The Job Of Supervillains To Enforce The Code Among Themselves

There is no honor among thieves. But as stated in previous rules, those that break the rules should expect punishment or retaliation by other villains, depending on how severe the rules broken are.

For example, if you operate in another villain's city, you might expect to have that villain screw up your heist. If you kill their hero, you might expect them to target you. If you kill some retired villain, you can expect retaliation by those that respected them.

Supervillains shouldn't expect heroes to enforce the code. It's up to the Supervillain community to enforce the code collectively. Those that are on the out should know it, and feel it too.

Rule 14: More Rules Can Be Added As Needed

Social mores change, times change, people change. In general, the rules are more a social contract between supervillains. As such, rules can be added and amended as needed. More than that, regional variations can exist, and supervillains should respect those variations when they operate in those territories.

For example, the Rogues of Central City who fight the Flash do not kill. It is a core part of their supervillain code. By contrast, the rules on killing are looser among Gotham City's supervillains. Supervillains will decide among themselves how strict or loose various rules are.

#ooc #god this got too long

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vanosslirious · 2 years

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BBS Dialogue Prompts #204

BBS IRL Names & Alias' Prompts: [ 6 ]

NOGLA

Evan, there was more traps, you didn't have to cheat!

It will cost ya, Evan, it will ya.

Brian's a confirmed liar.

Brian made it to the finish line first…I lost.

Aw, fucking SMii7y won.

He did say, 'excuse me', Moo.

I hate you, SMii7y.

This is the real Marksman right here.

Cody, you’ll put me in the description, won’t you?

I'm tired of Brian taking forever.

MOO

Now, you’re gonna have to TP Cody, cause he went looking for you guys.

Nogla died twice as death.

I hope you know that win was a fraud, SMii7y.

Nogla already died, never mind, I like our chances.

Get it, Marcel, did you get it?

Marcel, I told them not too!

Hey, do you guys want to know where Nogla is?

That's Nogla, I think.

No, that's cool, Evan…

Brian just tip-toes across.

BLARG

Nogla is very loud!

SMii7y, you got any RPG ammo?

SMii7y, what are you wearing?

Seeing Puffer panic in there, and driving in the wall over and over…

Apparently I can carry Puffer.

I want to shoot Puffer in the head so bad.

Why does SMii7y look like an NPC right here?

SMii7y, to your left, there’s a guy by that car.

I'm sorry, John.

SMii7y's still AFK, so we still got some time.

SMII7Y

That's what you are to me, Puffer.

Matt, come back.

Matty, look, I fixed his arm.

You ready, Puffer?

Good job, Grizzy.

Grizzy, what do you think about this whole situation?

It'll never end, Eli.

What are you doing, fl0m, honestly, what the fuck are you doing?

You didn't appreciate that one, Tucker?

It landed in the water, fl0m.

KRYOZ

No, not you, it's SMii7y, this whole time, we're waiting on SMii7y, the dumb fuck.

SMii7y, don't fuck this up for us.

It actually didn't help that you didn't move at all, SMii7y.

SMii7y, you have to get there!

SMii7y, we can get the next one.

At least Byze is wrong and she didn't go left, so actually, get fucked Byze, you stupid bitch.

Byze, you literally can't get it.

Oh shit, Byze coming in with a zero.

SMii7y, this is all you.

I hit Byze so many times and it never registered.

TERRORISER

I was gonna whisper to Cody, ‘wait for them all to leave and we’ll go fucking get our good shit and kill ‘em.’

Delirious is doing a load of shit there.

I killed Nogla, don't worry, I killed him.

Evan, bro, that's a dick move.

Lanai, I'm sorry.

Come on, Cody, if you go now, I'll let you live.

Hello, Brock~

You all have lives, except for Brock, since he unfortunately only has one life left.

Oh yeah, and Cody lost one.

Evan, do you want to pick this one, you pick this one.

#banana bus squad #bbs #banana bus squad prompts #bbs prompts #daithi de nogla #moo snuckel #blarg #smii7y #kryoz #the terroriser #prompts #rpf prompts #dialogue prompts #sentence starters #tw swearing #text #words

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drwcn · 3 years

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NEW!

《 Without Envy 》 storyboard 11 - concubine/sleeper agent!wwx & prince!lwj

Other snippets and storyboards can be found on [Master List]

Lan Wangji knew his Uncle and the imperial court and the elders of the royal family were never going to be okay with him making Wei Wuxian one of his concubines. The servant status is one thing, but that's not the crux of the issue. The issue is that there's already a rumour circulating about how WWX is a wily fox whose sole purpose in life is to seduce and befuddle the prince. Xue Yang: quite a reputation you've cultivated for yourself. WWX: *kuzo's meme*.........ah yes, everything is all coming together now.

Lan Wangji is a smart boy though. He knows how to get what he wants. As Wei Ying inched towards full recovery from his whipping, the autumn hunt is upon them.

The autumn hunt in the royal hunts ground was a competition. Anyone invited could compete if they chose to, and of Lan Wangji's household, Jin Ziyan, Luo Qingyang and himself were in attendance. Mianmian, being his concubine and a woman, had two escorts/chaperones accompanying her for propriety, but flashed him dazzling smiles of gratitude upon her horse.

"I'm very grateful, dianxia, for your allowing this indulgence." "Of course," replied Lan Wangji from his saddle. "My Luo-furen should have what she wants." "Dianxia, ce-wangfu." Qin Su approached them and curtsied in proper form. "I wish you all best of luck in the hunt." Then to Mianmian, she said quietly, "Be careful, Qingyang." Jin Ziyan paid the two women no mind, but Lan Wangji saw the hand Qin Su had clandestinely wrapped around one of Mianmian's booted ankles. Oh...well, this is certainly a positive development.

The rest of the noble women not participating in the hunt rested in their tented pavilions, with Meng Yao as their hostess. They drank tea and ate sweets and enjoyed their free time to themselves. Meng Yao noted Wei Wuxian's absence from Jiang Yanli's side, as did several other noble women, but Jiang Yanli only smiled and said, "A-Xian has been living at my father's manor for several years and is an excellent marksman. Dianxia thought it a waste if he were kept from participating."

The truth of the matter is like this: when Wei Wuxian cheated and lied his way into Jiang-fu, he'd told Jiang Fengmian and his family that he'd lived most of his life by the charity of a hunter's family, and so had trained to hunt game in the wild. After the hunter's family died of some infectious illness that plagued the region, Wei Wuxian had supposed made his way into the city and found employment as a shop boy. He couldn't reveal that he'd been trained in martial arts, but there is no need to hide his skill as an archer. At first, it was so he could use archery as a common interest to get close to Jiang Fengmian's son Jiang Cheng, but Wei Wuxian soon realized that it could also be used as a way for Lan Wangji to cultivate further interest.

"Lan Zhan..." Wei Wuxian stroked the snout of Lan Wangji's beloved ferghana horse and grinned. "You really want me to ride him?" "Mn." "You...won't be mad then, if I win?" Wei Wuxian's grin turned slightly wicked. "If I beat you?" Lan Wangji's brow twitched with interest, "Not at all. That's rather what I'm counting on." "Yeah? And why is that?" "Because while I can claim victory with the sword -" "- Very modest, you." Wei Wuxian teased, grinning, which earned him a subtle little glare. "- amongst my cousins, my marksmanship is not unrivalled. You may have a greater chance of winning with him. Huangxiong promised that whoever wins today's hunt will be granted one wish." A wish? Wei Wuxian mulled over this information. His own mission turned and circled in his mind. If I could but gain access to... ... Of course, Wei Wuxian glanced at the prince and the saw the light in his eyes. Lan Wangji is probably thinking of something entirely different.

And so it was inevitable that went the count of the hunt came in, Wei Wuxian's name was at the top. Lan Qiren's little mustache just about flew off his face the way he scrunched it up in displeasure.

Gentries, nobles, dukes and princes watched with envy and shock as a servant came forth to accept the Emperor's reward.

"Jiang-xiong," Nie Huaisang leaned close to Jiang Cheng while they watched from the sidelines as Wei Wuxian bowed before the Emperor. "Why do you look so smug?" Jiang Cheng played with the end of an arrow with an air of mock innocence, "I don't know what you're talking about?" Nie Huaisang pulled at the leather of his riding attire in discomfort - this was so not his style - and tsked, "I know you, Jiang-xiong, you're not subtle. What did you do?" "I was the one who told Lan Wangi that Wei Wuxian is an excellent archer when I went to visit Hanguang-fu." Nie Huaisang understood instantly, "Oh....oh I see..." "What? Don't judge me! You know what they did to him. String up like some unruly animal and whipped. I never agreed with my mother's plan to send him along with my sister anyway. Wei Wuxian may be lowborn but..." Jiang Cheng scowled. "He's too good for them. For Lan Wangji. He's clearly not going to do right by Wei Wuxian. I won't stand to see a perfectly good man wasted as some prissy prince's concubine instead of being where he could put his real skills to use." "Shhhhh, ancestors, Jiang-xiong, keep your voice down! Words like that are a great dishonor against bixia, you'll lose your head!" Jiang Cheng shrugged.

Xue Yang *at a later times*: so lemme get this straight, you won the Hunt, and then Lan Xichen asked you what you want as reward - WWX - as a good little servant I said "I want for nothing that wangye and Jiang-zhuzi hasn't already provided me" - XY *rolls his eyes* Right. And then Jiang Wanyin came out of nowhere and said - "陛下，魏婴乃微臣之家生子，是前管家魏长泽的独子，因幼年时父母过世一直遗留市井。上天庇佑，几年前父亲将他巡回。魏婴为人端正淳厚，虽未上过学堂，但头脑机智。陛下也看到了，他弓发出众，是。。。如能加强训练，以后必会为我姑苏所用 - " Bixia, Wei Ying is this subject's home-born servant, the only son of our previous head of staff Wei Changze. Due to the unfortunate passing of his parents in his youth, he has been getting by doing odd jobs in the capital. Heavens be willing, Father was able to find him after these many years and brought him home. Wei Ying is kind and righteous; though never have been taught by scholars, he is sharp of mind. As bixia has seen, he is a great marksmanship, is ... If he could be granted proper training, he would be a great asset for Gusu in the future. - And what a waste it would be if you were left to twindle away within the confines of a harem. I bet Lan Wangji just loved that. The balls on Jiang Wangyin - I do love his style. WWX You're the only one. Jiang-shushu just about had a heart attack when Jiang Cheng dissed Lan Wangji in public. Madam Yu nearly popped a vein too. XY: Yeah well, he's got a point. You may be Jiang Yanli's companion, but you're not Lan Wangji's concubine, you're just a servant with a skill. Honestly why shouldn't they put you to better use than waiting to maybe spread your legs for a prince who might just as easily toss you aside after the newness fades. WWX *slaps him up the head* Rascal! I'm your shixiong. Don't be so rude. Anyways, Lan Zhan, he - he was willing to let me go. I think he loves me you know - XY: He what now - WWX: He said - Lan Wangji came to kneel beside Wei Wuxian and Jiang Wanyin and bowed to his royal brother, "Huangxiong, Wei Ying is the peijia of my Jiang-furen, a servant of my manor. I... I long knew he is an excellent marksman and should have submitted his candidacy for the ranks but -" Lan Wangji looked at him then, eyes huge with something unreadable. "Jiang-xiao-jiangjun is right. Wei Ying is good, his mind is bright. He would be more suited to militia than...than within the walls of the inner court." "Wangye, have you....have you grown tired of Wei Ying -" "Wei Ying, no -" XY: Oh barf. So please tell me you chose to go to bingbu (ministry of war). WWX: Going to bingbu was never the assignment. If yifu wanted me in the ministry of war, I would've infiltrated them from the start. I refused. And it had the intended effect. "No?" Lan Xichen leaned forward curiously. "Joining the ranks will elevate your rank to that of a subject of the imperial government, and if you are truly as skilled and talented as my brother and Jiang-xiao-jiangjun say, you may rise yet to stand in my court as an officer of the imperial military. You will have your own commission, your own manor, marry, have children - all things which will be forbidden to you if you remain as you are now. As you are male, you cannot provide for Hanguang-fu any offspring, and your low-born status has precluded you from the position of consort or even vice-consort. Have you considered your options carefully? " "I understand bixia, and my decision is made. Nothing would please me more than to stay by wangye's side. I regret nothing." XY: >_> And A this has absolutely nothing to do with the fact you're increasingly horny for Lan Wangji? WWX: Of course not. Because of Lan Qiren, I couldn't advance in Hanguang-fu. But now that Lan Xichen had given me his royal decree, I am Lan Wangji's sanctioned mianshou. XY: *insert eye emoji* So...y'all fucked? WWX *wistful, thinking about the night he spent at the autumn palace after the hunt* : We did, you pervert. Ya happy now? *WWX sighed* But I know who we are and what I must do. Yifu needs me by Lan Wangji's side, for what reasons I do not yet know. No matter how he and I are now... one day it will

all end. XY: *stares into the camera like he's on the office*

Note: yifu = Wen Ruohan, WWX's adoptive father.

#cql #the untamed #wangxian #wei wuxian #lan wangji #xue yang #without envy #cql ficlet #corie fics

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incarnateirony · 3 years

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Okay, so anyway--some of you from POLOL know the backstory, but some don't.

Basically, we were laughing at bronlies thinking "the military" has any particularly strongly exclusive miltary-y feelings about Supernatural. It started chuckling about why SPN has a strong, white non-urban demographic to begin with--people who mostly COULDN'T make it in the military but Love Gunz. Very little real combat experience. Most military people would want to take away Sam's gun and smack him across the face from it from Jared's shooting stance--which I can't tell if it's a matter of not knowing how to shoot, or just trying to keep his long assed arms in a shot.

Either way, it moved into talking about one of my favorite topics that rarely goes anywhere in this fandom: the individual guys' fighting styles. Actual military guys in it for military fighting would be mostly interested in Castiel's style, especially before Misha's hip started going out (but they kept what parts of it they could).

So first, I got people talking about the difference in styles--

Castiel using territory, making people come to him, maintaining footing, using a lot of CQC and reversals and the general rhythm of his fighting; he is ACTUALLY CHOREOGRAPHED as military trained.

Cas actually being fairly consistent in a three quick beat, strike or gesture string before a fourth heavy followup, suplex or other major followthrough. R h y t h m.

Dean being a very forward and through think-on-your-feet street fighter/scrapper ("daddy's blunt instrument") --

the interchange of these in the real world where Castiel's style is basically designed to floor people with Dean's style.

The fact that Sam barely has a physical style, is mostly given concussions in physical fights (we located one physical brawl he actually won in without magic or guns, but he was hopped up on demonblood pcp so take that as you will), but is also the calculate-your-shot marksman (or magician) at range

while Dean unloads whole clips most of the time,

literally even the pilot fight Sam only "won" after Dean won and didn't, you know, kill or seriously harm his brother to knock him out.

and so on.

ANYWAY, I pointed out, for example, that if Cas actually barges towards an enemy, something is very wrong. Either for once he has truly been absolutely overcome by anger, which is rare for him--or it's a task he doesn't expect to come back from. For example: 12x23, barging through the portal towards Lucifer.

Let's be real, Castiel had no thought in his mind of suddenly being able to kill Lucifer with his pigsticker. His only intent was to get in there, burst past Sam and Dean, and give them the time they needed to get out (and seal Lucifer in.) With him there. Dead or alive. Probably dead. Because general power structure.

So anyway this long post of observations aside, I pointed something out that... I thought everybody thought? Cuz someone was like

"Just marched right up to Lucifer, stabbed him in the stomach, and we don't see it but the sequence is probably him just leaving his blade there inside Lucifer, turning, and marching right back into the portal. the Lucifer strike was supposed to be fatal or hinder him for enough time for the portal to close but I guess it was too quick"

And I was like nah-- nah--

This Dued (derogatory) — Today at 3:31 PM

I don't think so

I think lucifer threw him threw the portal hence the winded look assessing environment instead of staying in motion

then dropping

Let them see each other before losing it all

If cas marched back out he would have stalked back to sam and dean

Not stood there taking a breath like The Fuck

Im pretty sure lucifer yeeted him just to fillet him in front of sam and dean

Anyway, this got me yelled at.

Anyway enjoy

#supernatural #spn #destiel #castiel #12x23 #12.23 #combat

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roguesandsaviors · 3 years

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Brock Rumlow drabble

This one wasn’t requested but since I have flooded @thefasstasticvoyage ‘s box with requests, I figured it was only right that I return the favor and try to write a few extra things. Besides, who doesn’t love some Grillo characters? The prompt I used for this was “I just like proving you wrong.”. I hope you enjoy.

The bet had been made in a moment of weakness. Being on the STRIKE team, there was always a little ribbing and playfully poking fun at one another. It was what kept everyone bonded and some of the mood light. So much of the time was spent in tense situations that it was needed for the sake of keeping their heads above the water. Some of it might be what others considered a little morbid but it went hand and hand with their chosen living.

Prior to joining the team, you were a sniper, a top marksman among all branches of the military and it was a title that you wore with pride. Not many women were able to gain that sort of title. Then again, not many women did trick shots with their fathers in the backyard when they were six.

Brock was the one that ended up throwing out the challenge, which had really been the only surprise of the evening. He had seen you shoot, maybe understood better than the rest of the team what you were really capable of. It felt like a call out and your feathers bristled a bit at the entire situation. You weren't sure what he was trying but decided that two could play at that game. You issued a challenge right back and it had turned into a bet, the entire team suddenly taking sides and making wagers.

The firing range was set up outside city limits, where there was plenty of space and no one could happen upon it. It also gave you the chance to do some long range shooting. You had shown up early, deciding to spend the time cleaning your gun and get into the right mind set. It wasn't like heading out on a mission but this was one bet that you did not want to lose, under any circumstances.

Making sure everything was cleaned and in working order, you looked up just in time to see the few SUVs pull up.

"You're out here a little early. Nervous?" The teasing comment brought a laugh out of you.

"Not a chance. I just like proving you wrong. So I thought I'd come out and get set up early." Brock smirked but didn't say much else. It wasn't like you were planning on wiping the floor with the man. He was a hell of a marksman in his own right but you knew, you just knew you were better. There was some joking among the others and some smack talk going back and forth. Sadly, most of them had gone with Brock, believing that you couldn't make your shots since Brock had made the challenge. How sad they would be when they lost their money.

The shots were gone over, a couple long snipes and then a few more enjoyable trick shots. Some easier and progressively getting harder. That was really going to be your wheelhouse, where you could play and have some genuine fun with the bet. Not that you minded the longer shots. It took as much skill and understanding of the mechanics of the gun and shooting to hit those shots. And Brock wouldn't be messing with those, so you were free to have as much fun with it as you could.

You were first up and as you settled down onto your stomach, you let out a slow breath. Looking down your scope, you tried to make the subtle adjustments necessary for the wind. No one was with you to give you all the measurements for the precise adjustments but you had been shooting long enough to have an idea of what needed to be changed. Another slow breath, inhale, exhale, squeeze the trigger. The familiar kickback hit your shoulder and you grinned as the bullet landed right where you wanted it to. There was a murmur beside you, Brock realizing that he was going to have an issue. It brought another smirk to your face, though you were quick to cover it so that he wouldn't have more to grumble about.

His shot landed but not quite as clean as yours. A tick in the column for you.

That was pretty much how each shot went, minus them last where he was all but a millimeter more towards the center than your shot was.

It was clear who had won the bet, the team being laughing and cheering, those that had made money at least. A few weren't thrilled having lost money but all in all, it was a good outcome for you. There wouldn't be any blowback for beating your commanding officer, thankfully. He should have known better really, should never have made the bet and you would remind him of that later, when it was just the two of you.

Now though, it was time to have some fun. Setting aside your rifle, you shook out your hands and took a second to stretch out. The guys were trading money and Brock stood next to you.

"Like I said, I like proving you wrong."

"Yeah, yeah. Know I shouldn't have made the bet. Least it got them loosened up." He nodded towards the rest of the team. You nodded, knowing that it was needed after the last few missions you had gone on.

"Just wait until they see the exhibition shooting I have in my pocket."

"Gonna put a hole in a dime?"

"Dropping it from shoulder height. Gotta showcase those quick draw skills. Then got the ole playing card to split edge on." He chuckled, a sound that you were happy to hear. Now you could play around and look forward to the dinner that he was going to have to buy later.

#Brock Rumlow #Brock Rumlow x Reader #Frank Grillo #Frank Grillo characters #Non-hydra Brock #Non-Hydra STRIKE Team #strike team #Brock Rumlow fanfic #marvel fanfic #my writing

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jumpship90 · 3 years

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Flufftober, Day 1 - Winning a Teddy for the Other

I'm going to be attempting to write something for most of the @flufftober2021 prompts list this month. All fics will be for Jaq and Phineas and I'm intending to set some in the various AU's I'm working on.

“Better luck next time bud!” the moustachioed stallholder called, giving a jaunty wave to the young men grumbling and shuffling away, their pockets lighter on bits and their pride clearly dented by their poor showing.

Jaq had been eyeing the shooting gallery with interest whilst Phineas worked his way to the front of the queue for candyfloss. Like most games at Fallbrook fair, it was quite clearly rigged. Not one person had come away with a prize yet and the sympathetic commentary of the big man leaning on the counter was accented with a gleeful smile. His chuckle cut through the thump and rattle of the nearby amusements and Jaq rolled their eyes as another group of hapless young Byzantine tourists, dressed in their finest attempts at outlaw attire, jostled for a turn.

“Thinking of giving it a try?”

Jaq turned to see Phineas stood beside them, a smirk arching his lips and a great flock of candyfloss the size of his head and precisely as fluffy as his hair clutched in one hand. He munched happily on it as he nodded towards where the crack of the pellet rifles was sounding again.

“It’s a fix,” Jaq said, taking a bite of the proffered floss. The sticky, sugary fibres melted on their tongue and flooded their mouth with purpleberry.

“Of course,” Phineas replied, linking his arm through theirs once more and tucking in closer to their side as a particularly raucous group of individuals made their way past. “But then you are especially talented when it comes to beating the odds.”

Jaq grinned at that and puffed out their chest. Well, maybe it was worth a go?

“Step right up, step right up! Try your hand at felling the fearsome beasts of the wildlands and you could win a prize!” the stallholder boomed. His gaze met Jaq’s for a second and his arms sprung wide. “Say, you there! You look like a marksman if ever I’ve seen one! Think you can win a prize for your silver-haired gentleman?”

Phineas snorted at that. “Well, dear?” he asked, an eyebrow raised at them.

Jaq stepped up to the counter, digging about in their pocket for a frankly obscene amount of bits. The stallholder grinned as they lifted the rifle, fitting the wooden stock firmly against their shoulder and peering down the sight at the miniature mantisaur cut-outs that served as targets. There were three rows of them, all lined up against a backdrop painted the colour of the Monarch sky. Most barely appeared to have a scratch.

“You’ve got six shots. The more beasties you down, the bigger your prize!”

There was a sparkle in the man’s eye as he shifted out of the way, confidently swaggering to the side. Jaq glanced to Phineas. He gave them a thumbs up as he munched away at his cloud of candyfloss.

The first shot pulled just right of the centre target, clipping the edge as Jaq overcompensated for the rigging they’d observed. The barrel must have been tampered with, they thought, as they watched the pellet ping off the backdrop and roll in the dirt. Well, now they knew the score, they could work with this.

The second shot struck right in the centre of the snarling face of the mantisaur, sending the target toppling off the stand. A triumphant laugh sounded from behind them.

Within thirty seconds the rest of the targets had been felled and a beaming Phineas was patting them on the back. Jaq tried their best not to look smug as they replaced the rifle and watched the disgruntled stallholder re-setting his game.

“So, which one do you want?” they asked, eyeing the bundles of stuffed animals hanging below the dancing lights of the sign. The opportunity to present Phineas with a fluffy sprat had them feeling inordinately pleased with themself.

“Perhaps that one?” Phineas suggested, pointing out primal stuffy that looked considerably cuter than any wild ones Jaq had ever encountered. “I think he’d make a rather nice mascot to sit on my desk.”

“Oh no, no, no,” the stallholder said with a tight grin. “You’ve won our top prize – Rocky the raptidon!”

Jaq frowned. There weren’t any raptidon toys in amongst the prizes they could see. There was only the giant mascot wearing a cowboy hat that sat atop the stall. But that was nearly the same size as they were, that couldn’t possibly be . . . oh law, no.

“It’ll make a wonderful feature!” Phineas said in delight as Jaq lugged the gigantic stuffed toy back through town and towards the landing pad. They were garnering wide-eyed looks and stifled giggles as they wrestled with the ridiculous raptidon, its gigantic paws slung around their shoulders so they could at least attempt to see where they were going.

“It’s about the size of our sofa,” they said, the words muffled by faux-fur. There was no way it was going to fit in their room – in fact, it was going to need its own cabin aboard the Unreliable.

“Yes, and Bubbles will love it!” Phineas proclaimed and patted their arm with a hand sticky with candyfloss residue. He peered around the toy to affectionately peck their cheek and Jaq decided they probably could just about find space for their new acquisition.

#flufftober2021 #day 1 #jaq/phin #captain jaq #phineas welles #tow fic #the outer worlds fanfic

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night-fallz · 3 years

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Jason Todd x Avengers Crossover

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Ao3 // Wattpad

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Unexpected (part 2)

Two days have passed since Clint was saved by Jason. And for some reason, he still can't get the vigilante out of his mind.

Natasha teased him about it but he knows that if she sees Jason in action, she would be intrigued as well.

The way he fought was mesmerizing. Every bullet that was shot was so precisely aimed that the wounds weren't deadly.

Sure it knocked them out, but they weren't gonna die.

That form of marksmanship was only earned through years of hard work. And Clint's worked with Bucky enough times to know that Jason somehow predicted the next move of the attackers, aiming at the non-lethal body parts.

He has a feeling that Bucky and Jason would make an incredible duo.

Which is why he needs them to meet.

Clint doesn't usually do this but the more he thought about the bucket-wearing vigilante, the higher his list of questions got.

He took out his phone, leaning against the couch as he searched for the man that saved him.

vigilante wearing red bucket

He scrolled through google trying to find a decent article on the guy.

After thirty whole minutes of barely finding information, Clint wanted to throw his phone across the room. So far, all he's figured out was that Jason's territory was in Gotham and that his vigilante name is 'Red Hood'.

Which was... creative in a way?

At least it wasn't 'Red Bucket' or 'Bucket Head' or anything like that. It was definitely better than 'Green Arrow'.

After another failed search, he decided to finally give up. There was nothing about Red Hood. All the articles were mainly about Batman, Nightwing, a restaurant place, and a Robin!

He groaned and put his face in his hands. He doesn't care about those overrated heroes, he wants to find out more about Red Hood.

The guy was so cool... he wonders why there were barely any pieces written about him. The few sentences that he's read about the vigilante almost always depicted him in a bad light.

Which was honestly unfair.

He stared at his phone, contemplating on whether or not he should ask Natasha.

On the positive side, he knows that the assassin would have information on Red Hood. Natasha has information on everyone.

But...

Clint didn't want Natasha to tease him even more! If she keeps up with the sarcastic comments then the other Avengers would be curious. And curious Avengers meant nosy people.

He felt himself shiver, really nosy people.

He swears that if he had a sister— older or younger, they would act exactly like how Natasha was acting right now.

He could practically imagine the smirk she was wearing on her face when she picked up.

"Hey, Clint." she casually greeted, "How are you?"

He refrained from gritting his teeth, "I'm doing good." he paused, eyes closing as he took a breath in, this hurt to admit. "I need your help."

"I know."

"What do you know about the Red Hood?"

"The Red Hood?" she hummed under her breath, "Let's see."

Clint heard her moving things around, then he could distinctly hear the noise of paper being flipped. "Do you just have documents of random vigilantes lying around your room?" he couldn't help but ask. "Is this an assassin thing?"

Does Bucky do this too?

"I'm getting you the information you need." she reminded, "How I keep track of the data I have is none of your business."

"Okay, okay." he surrendered, a smile making its way onto his face. "But why don't you just keep it on a computer? Wouldn't that make things easier for you?"

She ignored his question, "Red Hood is an excellent marksman," she stated. "He made his debut as a crime lord by showing a bunch of people a duffel bag filled with the heads of notorious criminals."

Clint let out a whistle, "That is an intense introduction. He's even better than I thought he would be."

"Yeah," Natasha agreed. "He's easily one of the most dangerous and capable vigilantes in Gotham. In a matter of months, he's managed to bring crime down Crime Alley by at least fifty percent. Something that Batman himself, couldn't do. His methods were vicious, but they worked. Extremely well. He's killed a lot of child molesters, human traffickers, and rapists."

Even though Natasha couldn't see him, he tilted his head to the side, biting the inside of his cheek. Clint could care less about what methods Jason used. If they worked, they worked. And it's not like those criminals didn't deserve it. It's just-

Killing takes a lot out of you. Especially when you're young. Clint would know.

He had no doubt in his head that Jason was an incredible fighter. Not to mention that he was also huge— in both height and muscle.

He can see why he has a majority of Gotham fooled.

But, for about a minute, after they won against the ninjas, Jason removed his helmet in order to get a breath of fresh air.

A mask might've been covering his eyes, but Clint's been in the vigilante business for years now. He remembers clear as day, just how young the vigilante looked under the sun.

When Clint first started, he was thankful that he had Natasha to talk to whenever things got hard. Whenever he felt guilty for taking someone's life. No matter how much they deserved it.

Hell, he's still thankful for Natasha now. Without her, Clint would probably be dead. His body found bleeding out in an abandoned area, a neat row of scars on his thighs and arms.

He hopes that Jason has a friend like Natasha. Someone who'd be there for him no matter what. Someone who'd remind him that he was worth it. That he was loved.

Cause if not, then there is no way that the kid is okay.

Natasha's sharp voice interrupted his thoughts, "That was a few years ago. As far as I know, he doesn't kill anymore. The farthest that Hood would go now would be to permanently cripple someone. And even then, he would only do that when the person did something unforgivable."

After a few seconds of silence, Clint opened his mouth. "Is that it?" he couldn't help but question.

"Nope," Natasha admitted. "But it's all I'm willing to tell you."

"Fine then," he smirked. "Keep your assassiny secrets. I got more than I expected anyways."

"What did you get yourself into, Clint? Why all the sudden interest in him? Why all the sudden interest in a vigilante in Gotham?"

He knows that Natasha was just looking out for him. She was worried. "Do you remember a few days ago when I was saved by this Jason guy?" he asked.

"Yeah? You've been talking about him nonstop. He saved your ass and you gave him your number." she paused before adding, "Your private one."

He nodded, "Yeah. Well, he's the Red Hood."

"You're kidding."

"Nope. I searched him up and he had the same costume and everything."

"And he actually said that his name was Jason?"

"Yep." he tried to casually say, "It's probably cause Jason's a popular name and stuff."

"Maybe." Natasha hesitantly agreed, "But anyway, since you gave him your number, I think you should know that I've always wanted to meet him so if he texts you soon..."

Her voice trailed off and Clint couldn't hold in his sigh, "Yeah, yeah. I'll arrange a meet-up or whatever."

Her voice automatically brightened, "Actually?"

The corner of his mouth lifted, "Sure. But I wanted to introduce him to Bucky first."

Natasha made a shocked sound of betrayal, "Wha- but Clint!" she whined, "I'm the one who's asking. Not him."

"I know."

It took everything in him to stop the laugh from escaping his mouth.

Complaints about how unfair Clint was being made their way onto his ears and he relished each and every one of them. It wasn't often that he had something Natasha wanted.

Revenge was sweet.

After a few minutes, he let out an incredibly fake gasp. "Sorry, Natasha. I gotta go. I have a kitchen emergency."

"What the fuck, Clint." she demanded, "You don't even know how to cook. Remember the omelet incident? What emerg-"

He hung up.

Clint's definitely going to regret ending the call later. He knows it.

But right now, he could care less.

He has something Natasha wants, so she won't murder him.

... hopefully.

He hopes that he runs into the vigilante soon. Jason was cool and pretty fun to talk to. Clint definitely won't mind fighting at Red Hood's side once more.

They worked really well together.

While they were fighting, he knew that Jason was gonna have his back. He knew that Jason wasn't gonna let him get hurt. It was weird, considering that was the first encounter he's ever had with him.

He doesn't know when Jason is gonna decide to use his number, but he hopes that it'll be soon.

He has questions. And whenever Jason was ready, Clint hopes that he can answer.

Starting with the one that's been clouding his head; why did the Red Hood stop killing?

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notes:

okay, I didn’t expect to write a chapter this soon. but reading all the comments you guys left on the previous chapter motivated me. to be honest, I didn’t expect this fanfic to get as many hits as it did.

I don’t know when I’m planning on posting this chapter but right now, my goal is to write as much as I can.

I also don’t know exactly how busy my sophomore year of high school will be, but I feel like it’s better to be safe than sorry. Especially if I make the school volleyball team.

I finished writing this chapter on August 8th, and I have tryouts on the 9th through the 11th from 4-6 pm. (wish me luck!)

like always, please, please, please, leave a comment. i love reading them and they just motivate me so much! Whenever I get author’s block, I just re-read them and they help so, so much. If you don’t wanna leave a comment, that’s fine. If you liked this fanfic, please hit that kudos button though.

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The Suicide Squad: Who Lives and Who Dies

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This article contains major The Suicide Squad spoilers. We have a spoiler free review here.

Five years ago, Will Smith uttered the instantly meme-able line, “So that’s it, huh, we’re the patsies, we’re some kind of Suicide Squad.” Yet by the end of that 2016 film, barely anyone in that squad was put six feet under. How times have changed.

For the entire rollout of his pseudo-sequel/reboot, writer-director James Gunn has insisted he had carte blanche to kill off any character in his The Suicide Squad roster. While we may remain skeptical if Margot Robbie’s Harley Quinn and a few others were really that expendable to Warner Bros., Gunn’s finished film speaks to just how much freedom he was allotted in slaughtering potentially valuable DC IP. Major characters from the first film, and a slew of new ones Gunn personally introduced, were pushing up daisies before the movie’s opening title card. And the bodycount only grew from there.

So if you had trouble keeping up with who died, and in what gnarly and grotesque fashion, we’re here to offer a handy dandy list of which members of the Suicide Squad walked away from Corto Maltese, and which were carried away in bags.

Blackguard

Dies

You can’t help but wonder if Gunn intentionally cast Pete Davidson as the first Squad member to get put down. With the exception of a fakeout (more on that in a bit), the mildly divisive SNL alumni goes out in gruesome fashion when he reveals on a Corto Maltese beachhead that he somehow communicated with the local military that a U.S. operation would be landing there. He thinks this will get him in good with the new government. Instead it gets him obliterated by a hail of bullets. All that time in prison and Blackguard never learned what happens to snitches…

Javelin

Dies

Flula Borg’s Javelin cut an amusing figure, as if he wandered in from some low-rent 1970s superhero television series. Even his accent was absurdly disarming, as Harley quickly noticed. Alas, it was not meant to be since Javelin was blasted fast on the beach, barely having a moment to entrust Dr. Quinzel with his trusty weapon.

Mongal

Dies

Let it not go unsaid that Mayling Ng’s Mongal made an epic introduction and exit when she took down several choppers all by herself. Unfortunately, she didn’t really think about a personal strategy as she rode one helicopter all the way down into its fiery ‘splosion.

Captain Boomerang

Dies

The first really major death of the film came when Captain Boomerang, Jai Courtney’s holdover from the 2016 movie, also bit the big one from the same fiery blast that took Mongal. At least he and Harley got to share a few laughs beforehand. We guess this puts an end to any chance of him showing up in The Flash movie!

T.D.K.

Dies

Okay, as soon as you realized the secret superpower of Nathan Fillion’s character was something as lame as “detachable” limbs, you also knew he was dead meat, right? This character is so lame that Gunn doesn’t even show the Corto Maltese military putting him out of his misery. They just snicker as he writhes in pain, feeling how his detached arms have been shot to ribbons. Bad day to be a Browncoat.

Savant

Dies

Michael Rooker is the actor James Gunn casts when he wants to give a character an epic death scene. It took two movies for that to prove true in the Guardians of the Galaxy movies, but Rooker’s Savant doesn’t even make it to the end of the opening credits here… well not all of him. The blood and brain splatter created by the bomb Amanda Waller detonated in this coward’s skull spells a lovely “The Suicide Squad” lettering across the waves. And hey, at least Rooker got to rock those epic blonde locks!

The Thinker

Dies

Once you heard that Peter Capaldi was playing an evil supervillain who was also in league with the Suicide Squad’s enemies, you knew there was no way Thinker was walking away from this movie, right? Nonetheless, Gunn goes hard with the doc’s death scene when a liberated Starro the Conqueror gets revenge for 30 years of captivity by ripping his captor’s arms off and then turning him into a red smear across glass. Ouch.

Col. Rick Flag

Dies

This one hurt. Joel Kinnaman’s Rick Flag was one of the better and even underrated elements from 2016’s Suicide Squad, and he got a chance to shine a lot brighter here. From small things like his total war buddies vibe with Harley to showing a backbone when he realizes Waller’s nefarious cover-up game, Flag came out as a real leader this time up to bat. Sadly, he then got Cena’d to death.

Polka-Dot Man

Dies

You did it, Polka-Dot Man, you proved your simultaneously dippy and creepy superpowers could make you a real superhero! Even your Norma Bates-like mama would be proud. Too bad Starro then stepped on you immediately afterward. Yay?

Starro

Dies

The big guy had his giant eye poked out by Harley and then an army of rats swarm into the hole that made and chew up his insides. Honestly, you feel bad for the kaiju in the end. Like King Kong, he didn’t ask to be brought here. Who knew we could get the sniffles for a rampaging monster with mind-control powers?

Harley Quinn

Lives

Come on, did you think they’d kill off Harley? Pfft, Robbie’s performance is way too good for that.

Bloodsport

Lives

Given his world-weary stoicism, I thought going in that Idris Elba’s Bloodsport was too noble for Gunn’s twisted vision. How nice it is to be proven wrong. Elba’s supervillain marksman reveals there’s a heart of gold beneath that gruff exterior, and it’s still beating when the credits come around.

Ratcatcher II

Lives

James Gunn once told us that Daniela Melchior’s Ratcatcher was the heart of the movie with a presence “like somebody from the French New Wave.” And he wasn’t blowing smoke about the actor or the character. Despite being introduced as an easygoing millennial, Ratcatcher turns out to be the most sympathetic Squad member and proves her generation gets the job done by unleashing an armada of rats on Starro.

King Shark

Lives

Thank God. Nobody better hurt our precious man-eating Nanaue. Go ahead, King, have another nom-nom. You earned it!

Sol Soria

Lives

Sol Soria gets to be el presidente in Corto Maltese now. I guess that’s a fair enough trade with the knowledge that the people who put her there also fed her buddies head first to a land shark.

Amanda Waller

Lives

Some characters are too evil to die. Amanda Waller is still stewing back in D.C. by the end of The Suicide Squad, and she’s likely scheming of a way to murder all of her current underlings too.

Weasel

Lives

The first fakeout of the movie is the fate of Weasel. Despite seemingly being the first character to seemingly die off—in a really hilarious fashion when Waller and company realize they didn’t check to see if Weasel could swim—it turns out he didn’t drown. There’s another reason right there for why Savant deserved to have his head go boom. Pity the children of Corto Maltese.

Peacemaker

Lives

Even though Peacemaker got an epic death scene where Bloodsport won a quickdraw showdown, some actors are just too big of a deal to kill. Thus the end credits scene reveals that Peacemaker survived his bullet wound to the neck and is still breathing on a hospital ventilator. Nonetheless, Bloodsport taught him a valuable lesson: It’s not the size of your bullets but how you use them.

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Son of Notus | Demigod!Ten

Parent Deity: Notus ( God of the Southern Winds)

Allegiance: Aether

asldkfjaslkj Airhead much

Okay he is actually really smart

But he hates showing it because he doesn’t want to be stuck up

Like top of his meteorology class

But also top of of his modern dance class

He really likes dancing

It makes him feel like he is flying

Which is the best feeling in the world if you ask him

Kinda found out he was a demigod on accident, but he doesn’t even know he is a demigod asldfkgj

LIKE IT WAS A MAJOR ACCIDENT

So maybe he got a little too heated in an argument and a desk was flown into a wall

And he didn’t touch the desk

Notus is known for being the most temperamental of the Wind Gods

And it definitely passed on to his son

Oops

But he is also probably one of the most laid back of his friends beside Johnny

His personality really changes depending on who he is around

He likes to act silly around Taeyong and Yuta because seriously those two need to take a chill pill and down it with a Piña Colada

But when he is around his half-siblings and younger demigods he turns really protective really fast

And when he is around say Johnny or Chenle or Haechan he becomes the somber one because someone needs to stay calm when those three are together

So he actually got brought to camp rather forcefully

Because apparently when a monster is hot on your tail it tries to directs you to other demigods

Which is exactly what happened

Remember that desk that flew into a wall, well the person he was arguing with was actually a cyclops shrouded by the Veil

Good job, Ten

And the monster chased him all the way to the camp

But like he wasn’t claimed yet and had only known about his powers for a few mere hours, the poor boy

So he crossed the borders to camp and suddenly the cyclops stopped chasing after him? But he was open in the middle of the woods?

Until he turned around and he saw this huge green field with a pavilion and a lake and what looked like 50+ cabins in the distance and an amphitheater

And he was even more terrified because what in hell is this place and how could I not see it before

And suddenly this young girl who was probably around 5 years old with green skin came up and latched onto his leg

And now he’s even more scared bEcAUSEe GreEEN SkiN

But then a normal human walks up to him and sees the cyclops outside the border and kinda just goes oh, new demigod? Have you been claimed?

And honestly he is ready to pass out

Which he does

So apparently after he passed out (the little girl started crying because the cute man is hurt) that random demigod called for help and helped carry him to the pavilion before calling the Apollo/Achelios Camp Leader to check him out

After he woke up it took him a realllllly long time to process everything

And that night when he went to sleep in the Hermes cabin he was still super confused and kinda scared. Because did his mom know where he was? His cellphone dropped into a river while he was being chased. Did he even know where he was? Was he a freak? A million thoughts were running through his head at once

After barely sleeping a wink he woke up to an blow horn and 3 campers cackling around his bunk

Which got him mad and when he clenched his fist the blown horn popped

Oops

So basically he was in the Hermes cabin for around 3 months because no one had claimed him but he had also shown powers limited to demigods so he definitely wasn’t an outsider

And he actually got into the swing of things

Archery was cool, he was okay at it

He didn’t like swords that much but he could survive

But wow, flying on a pegasus? That was the best feeling in the world

He loved the go to the track and fly around after dinner until midnight

And suddenly one day while he was training with his pegasus, Tadd, he got bucked off the saddle while everyone was watching

It was at least 30 feet high

And he landed on his damn feet

And the next thing he knew he had a shining silver cloud erupting in flames over his head

And a voice in the back of his middle, deep, gruff and spiky was talking to him about how he was ready to face the challenges as the son of a god, a specific god: Notus

And Ten was really happy, so was everyone else because 1) they had never had a son of Notus here before and 2) Everyone could tell Ten couldn’t wait until the day he found out who his father was

So Ten has probably been at this camp the longest except for Jaemin but that’s a long story

And the one thing he does do during the summer is go out into society to look for other demigods

Which was how he met you. He had tracked you to a small town outside of Seoul and you were just like any other person

Music blasting in your ears as you walked down the street, humming along, eyes glued to your phone

And he almost thought that he had tracked the wrong person

Until he noticed your little obsession with gold.

Not like you were robbing banks and jewelry stores but as he got closer to you in order to bring you to the camp he realized you like to sew clothes with gold colored thread, Your jacket had gold embroidering. Your phone case was gold

When he brought it up you just laughed and said that your mom had told you all your life that gold was your dad’s favorite color and for a while you used to use it to give a connection to him but soon it became your favorite color as well.

And one day while he was meeting you up for coffee at a local donut shop, he noticed a shadow out of the corner of his eye but decided to ignore it

2 hours later he was gripping your hand running down an alleyway trying to pull drachma out of his pocket so he could hitch a ride back to camp and away from the Griffin currently chasing you down

Apparently waiters don’t like it when you try to send cold coffee back

He finally got you in a Hermes Cab and spent the entire time to the camp explaining what had happened

Let’s just say you took it a lot better than he did and didn’t have to be carried inside the camp borders

He was about to take you to the Hermes cabin when a Sun and Lyre appeared simultaneously above your head

You had been claimed by Apollo in the mere 5 hours you had been aware that you were a demigod

And Ten had to admit, he was jealous, why did he have to wait 3 months when you had to wait 5 hours

But he was also happy because he knows the feeling of finding a missing part about the puzzle that was a demigod’s life

So he goes and introduces you to your half-siblings and you immediately fit in

And he usually leaves new campers here, their cabins will take care of them now, but he doesn’t want to leave you

But has to because Johnny keeps Iris messaging him from the Aether Cabin about some party he needs help setting up

And to his dismay it seems like you don’t even notice him leaving

Or even his presence for the next 3 weeks because you have been getting along with your siblings really well

But one day Johnny is throwing another party and it spread across the entire camp, but he just wasn’t feeling it

He seemed even more bitter about the party than Taeyong

And you were there of course, talking with Sicheng (your Camp Leader) and Taeyong but kept noticing Ten just sitting in the corner reading a book? It was about modern dance okay

So you excuse yourself from Tae and Sicheng to go and plop down next to Ten

They were both totally giving you wiggly brows and side eyes

But he looked up from the book, startled to see you sitting across from him

You were the first one to speak

You're usually the life of the party, what’s going on?

Just not feeling it

It was easy to tell he didn’t want to talk about it, at least to you

So right as he went to pick up the book again you cut it

ThankYouForFindingMeAndBringingMeHereAndIReallyOweYouBecauseYouSavedMyLifeAndIDon’tKnowHowToRepayYou

*Breathe*

AndI’mEvenMoreSorryAboutAvoidingYouBecauseIDidn’tKnowWhatToSayAndYouKindaMakeMeNervousBecauseIThinkYouAreCute

And you realized what you said right after you said it causing you to jump out of your seat, racing pasting a chuckling Sicheng and Haechan while blushing

Did I mention Ten is also Track Captain at camp because Wind Gods are super fast and that passes on to him and Johnny just hates running

So he caught up to you right in front of the lake holding your arm

I think you are cute too

And he leans down, kissing your cheek

And he walks you to the Apollo Cabin, kissing your cheek again before going back to his own cabin

It’s the first night since his first day at camp that he can’t sleep

But he doesn’t mind it this time

They think I’m cute too. *cue unmanly giggling at 4 am followed by a pillow thrown from Johnny’s side of the room*

And the next day it’s back to when you didn’t know you were a demigod

You and Ten are practically joined at the hip

While he helps you with agility and reflex you help him with archery

And you both are great flyers

And while he practices dance, you play the harp to create simple melody for him to follow

You guys really just compliment each other in every way

Making you the perfect team

Especially when chariot racing is on the table

You are a much better marksman than he is and he is a much better driver than you lol

So basically every time you 2 team up for racing

No one else wants to join because they know you will win

So the Camp Director forces you two to be on separate teams with in your own cabins

Which means you are paired with Sicheng, who is a great driver and an even better shot

And Ten is stuck with Johnny, dear god

Actually Johnny is really good with a Javelin and Sword so you know you are going to have to watch out for him

And you two get competitive

Remember how I said you make a perfect team?

You might make better enemies lmao

Ten tried to drive your chariot off the track so you Stuck a javelin in his back piston

Sicheng fired a flaming arrow into their hold so Johnny sawed through half of your reins

In the end you won

Shhhh, Ten wants a recount

Okay but he is really excited, jumping out of the chariot and racing over to you while Sicheng is trying to pull at your arm to go to the pavilion to be crowned with a golden laurel

And Johnny is silently sulking on the second place pedestal

But once you and Sicheng are hoisted onto the first place platform and you are crowned he is screaming and hollering and just overall being a really supportive boyfriend

But when you guys go onto the track competition he whoops your ass and doesn’t think twice about it

But you are there in the crowd screaming and hollering and being an overall supportive girlfriend

And later that night the camp decides to hold a sorta dance to commemorate the competitions and their winners

And everyone takes it seriously

Like after a straight week of pushing each other into mud and water and falling of pegasi in the sky and pushing your way through monster infested forests

Everyone wants to dress up and be slightly classy

So the Aphrodite and Eros houses have had boys and girls alike weaving in and out of their common areas because they offered to help everyone look their best for this event

And you and Ten agreed to not reveal your outfits to each other until you met up at the pavilion

And you were in a light blue dress that you got an Aphrodite kid to enchant so it would look like clouds moving around the ripples in the dress

And Ten was in a flowy gold top, half tucked into slacks and a couple buttons undone. An Eros kid temporarily threaded his hair with gold

BEST DRESSED COUPLE ANYONE

So basically he forces you into the middle of the dance floor and does that cheesy slow dance in the middle of everyone else jumping around and headbanging

But DJ!Mark totally notices so he switches the song to a self composed one that has a nice melody to it and soft vocals so he can create the mood for you two

And you are both slightly swaying to the music, nothing too fancy, definitely not what everyone was expecting from Ten

But you have you head on his shoulder, his hand encaptured in yours with his other on your waist as you both whisper a small conversation

And he mentions he’s met Apollo once

Which totally shocks and scares you… because he’s met your dad? The god?

But he just chuckles under his breath, and whispers in your ear about how he made Ten promise to never hurt you or he would face the full wrath of a god

Which got you even more scared because Ten… pls dont get hurt

But he laughs under his breath again and lets go of your hand to pull something out of his back pocket

And it’s a charm bracelet with a lyre and a cloud on it with a cursive T too

And as he slips it onto your wrist

He whispers about how he told your dad that he would quicker marry you than hurt you

a n y w a y s

Ten is a really soft bf and demigod and person in general

Unless it comes to hurting someone he loves

Then he can and will seriously injure someone

But other than that

Everyone looks up to him

Not just because he has been there forever

But because he has shown he has what it takes to protect the camp and how much everyone in it means to him

Especially you

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Yakkin ‘bout Games: Wolfenstein: The New Order

Yakking ‘bout Games is a series where I talk about games that I’m currently playing or have just finished. It can be new or old, console or PC, good or bad, it really doesn’t matter. If it’s a game worth talking about, you’ll see it covered here.

I think it’s fair to say that the FPS genre has enjoyed a bit of a renaissance over the last decade and a bit. The modern military shooters that dominated the late 2000s and early 2010s have become less common. We have seen the return of classic franchises like Doom and Half-Life, and we have also witnessed the influx of “boomer shooters” like Dusk and Amid Evil. A lot of cool stuff indeed.

With that being said, let’s take a trip back a few years. 2014 to be exact.

This was the first year of the (then) brand spanking new PlayStation 4 and Xbox One. The two consoles were not off to the best of starts though. Their early exclusives like Killzone Shadow Fall, InFamous Second Son, Forza Motorsport 5 and Dead Rising 3 had failed to impress. The only games picking up the slack were multi-platform releases like Assassin’s Creed IV Black Flag. The only FPS games available at the time (other than Killzone on PS4) were Call of Duty Ghosts (dull as dishwater) and Battlefield 4 (I enjoyed it but it was completely broken on release.)

Not exactly the most exciting of times for an FPS fan on console.

Wolfenstein: The New Order finally came along that May. It had been announced the year prior but it didn’t have much fanfare behind it. The initial E3 showing didn’t really impress anyone and there wasn’t really a great excitement for the game’s release. Perhaps it was because the previous Wolfenstein game was largely ignored by people or maybe because people were skeptical due to the game being MachineGames’ (the developer) first effort. People needn’t have worried though. The game turned out to be a massive surprise. It ended up being one of the best of that year.

Why am I covering this now? It’s because I recently got the urge to play it again after all these years. Plus I wanted to see how it would function in a post modern Doom world. So with that in mind, let’s get psyched and see how the game holds up.

Never has a smile brought terror to my heart so fast. Well this and my last dental appointment...

The New Order is set in an alternate universe where the Nazis won World War II due to their advanced technology being too much for the Allied forces. After an operation to try and assassinate the spearhead behind this growing technological evolution goes horribly wrong, Captain William “B.J.” Blazkowicz ends up taking a piece of shrapnel to the back of the head which puts him into a vegetative state. He ends up spending fourteen years in a Polish mental asylum before finally being awoken again due to witnessing a horrible atrocity committed by the Nazis. B.J. is now in the alien world of 1960 where the Nazis rule over the world with an iron fist. It’s up to B.J. to link up with the remnants of the Resistance and take the fight back to the Nazis once and for all.

The story was and still is one of the most surprising elements of The New Order. It paints a brutal picture of a world controlled by an evil and ruthless force who will stop at nothing to assert their dominance. The cast as well are very memorable. You have the plucky and likable Resistance fighters who you get to spend quite a bit of time with. You then have some memorable encounters with the evil figureheads of the Nazi regime at certain parts of the story. Anyone who has seen the train sequence in this game knows exactly what I’m taking about. I have to give MachineGames credit as well for the characterisation of B.J. himself. They managed to turn a character who was known for being a badass Nazi killer to a very sympathetic and likable Nazi killer. B.J. in this game is weary and tired after years of fighting evil and tyranny at every corner. The man wants nothing more than for the war to be over so he can hang up his guns and finally settle down. How could you hate the man after hearing something like that?

B.J. is such an upstanding guy that he would infiltrate a Nazi controlled train just to get you some coffee. Liberation and a Cappuccino, you can’t beat it.

The real bread and butter of The New Order though is the gameplay. It has held up fantastically for the most part. Combat is a blast thanks to the very meaty arsenal at your disposal including assault rifles, shotguns, marksman rifle and a Laserkraftwerk which allows you to blast enemies to smithereens. You’ll have plenty of enemy types to cut through including rank and file soldiers, big mech suit soldiers with heavy weaponry and robots that have massive lasers. B.J. has a few abilities though to help turn the tide of battle. Leaning is one such ability and it’s implemented very well. How it works is that if you hold the L1 button, it locks B.J. in place and you can then use the left stick to lean at different angles. It’s super useful. Earning a well placed few shots at a Nazi from a very awkward angle never gets old. B.J. also has the ability to dual-wield certain weapons to deal even more hefty damage to his foes. Press up on the d-pad and prepare to bring the carnage. While this is a pretty fun feature, it does limit your movement speed and it can result in you burning through ammo quite quickly. It also is restricted to two types of the same weapon. You can also find upgrades for weapons which give them different ammo types and fire modes. The Laserkraftwerk, for example, can be used to cut through certain boxes and materials which is pretty nifty.

In terms of how health works, it’s a hybrid between classic pick-ups and regeneration. You can recover health by picking up health packs and food throughout the game. Armor can be found as well to allow you to take some extra damage. If you take health damage and managed to find cover, you’ll eventually get 10 health points back. You also have the ability to overcharge your health. How this works is that if you end up picking up a health item that takes you over your max health, you get higher health points for a brief period which is quite useful. You can increase your max health by finding hidden health upgrades throughout some of the levels.

AI is decent for the most part. They will attempt to find cover in the heat of a firefight and they do try to flank you. Some of the heavy soldiers will also attempt to rush your position. I certainly didn’t notice any unusual behaviour from them. Boss fights are a bit unremarkable for the most part. The game pretty much spells out how to take them out and they don’t really put up much of a fight. The main exception being the final boss but even then, it really isn’t that hard.

The secret painting boss fight was an interesting idea though. Definitely a canvas for them to work on in the future. (Apologies for the bad pun and joke.)

The game does have a basic stealth system and it works fine. When you enter most of the areas in the game, you will be informed that there are two commanders in the area. Take them out without being spotted and you can sneak through the area without having to worry about reinforcements if you get spotted by an enemy. You can take down enemies stealthily by using a silenced pistol, throwing knives or by sneaking up to them and performing a takedown. Stealth can feel a little overpowered during some of the early sections because the pistol is super accurate and it only takes one headshot to take some of these enemies down. The game does balance this a bit better later on as areas are populated with more elite enemies that harder to kill without being spotted.

Being a Wolfenstein game, you would expect exploration to be a big part of the gameplay and it does play a part for sure. There are hidden areas to be found with collectibles such as the Enigma codes which can unlock new difficulties and cheat codes. You can also find hidden max HP upgrades and other stuff as well. Maps can be found in each level which will indicate possible hidden secrets with a question mark. Levels are definitely more linear than some of the prior Wolfenstein games so don’t expect huge hidden areas or levels.

Key and item hunting still exists of course. You will find doors that require a key or a tool needed to progress which requires a bit of skulking around to find that key or item. You see this especially in the Resistance HQ sections which occur after most of the levels. In these sections, you will be tasked with finding a certain item for a character to progress to the next level. There are also side missions where you can do the same thing for other characters in the HQ and completing these unlocks extras such as artwork. I’m mixed on the Resistance HQ sections overall. On the one hand, they’re good from a lore perspective because you can overhear conversations from some of the characters and there are newspaper clippings and notes to find which do a good job of building up the world. On the other hand, they do feel a little bit like filler. Swings and roundabouts, I suppose...

I don’t really have many issues with the gameplay as a whole. My only real gripe is how the weapon wheel works. Weapon wheels are commonplace on console because a controller doesn’t have many buttons when compared to a keyboard. Makes perfect sense. The New Order’s one however can be such a temperamental thing to use. How it’s supposed to work is that you hit the R1 button to bring up the wheel and then you use the right stick to pick the weapon you want. Sounds simple enough. In reality what happens is that the game ends up giving you the wrong weapon time after time. I can’t even begin to count the amount of times that I tried to switch to the assault rifle and the game switched me to the dual-wield pistols instead. It can be a bloody nuisance. Part of this is down to how sensitive the stick is when using the wheel. It’s way too fast. Also why do the dual-wield options even need to be there? You can already hit up on the d-pad to dual-wield a particular weapon plus I didn’t really need to dual-wield all that much so it’s just clutter. They could have cleaned this up a lot better. I also had issues with swapping back to the previous weapon. It would sometimes default back to the Laserkraftwerk even though it wasn’t my previous weapon. Thankfully these issues didn’t get me killed but they certainly got on my nerves a little bit.

Textbook schadenfreude here from one of the villains. Shouldn’t be that shocked really...

From a graphics point of view, Wolfenstein: The New Order still holds up remarkably well. It runs on the same idTech engine that powered Rage before it and it certainly looks great. Character models are well detailed and they animate well. Cutscenes are well framed and the angles are perfectly done. Environments are beautifully crafted with amazing detail so whether you are in rainy soaked London or even the friggin’ Moon, you feel immersed in the world of the game.

I wasn’t kidding about the Moon. Look Ma, I’m in space! (In a video game...)

The game is quite aliased on the consoles. You definitely see sharp and jagged edges at times. Plus the textures look a bit low-res when viewed up close, but the game still looks great, and I imagine the PC version cleans up most of this stuff anyway so there’s that.

Tumblr’s image compression doesn’t do this environment justice. Oh well. C’est la vie, I suppose...

I can’t fault the game’s sound though. All voice performances are pitch-perfect with Brian Bloom (the voice of B.J.) being the standout. The music is incredible too with a great balance between atmospheric tracks and hard edged ones when the action really kicks off. It’s composed by a guy named Mick Gordon. Don’t think he’s done anything of note since though.

In terms of length, you’re looking at about roughly 8-10 hours for a first time playthrough. There is replay value with the collectibles and the Timeline system. To briefly explain, the Timeline system is related to a choice you make at the start of the game which changes some of the characters you encounter during the game. It doesn’t drastically change much. The events remain the same. You just get some unique dialog and a scene or two. Not much else.

So as you can see, I think that Wolfenstein: The New Order is still a bloody good time. The shooting still feels great with some really meaty weapons, the story and characters are super engaging, and the presentation and sound still kicks some ass. It has some minor issues here and there, but this game is well worth experiencing. You can pick it up pretty cheap nowadays on most of the platforms and it does go on sale quite often.

It’s nice to go back sometimes and revisit a classic, isn’t it?

Check back here soon for Part 2 of this where I take a look at The Old Blood. Until then, stay safe, folks!

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