just some unhinged rambling about Cutthroat’s VAs
Starting with his English. I don’t haaaateee it, but something abt it rubs me the wrong way. Like the acting is really good, it’s just the voice direction that’s awful. Hard to describe exactly, but he’s like, whiny? There’s a lot of weird inflections and tremors in the acting, esp in episode 9. It’s like Matt was told ‘‘you’re playing a crazy insane serial killer, do the stereotypical psycho voice’’. I once heard someone describe it as ‘‘too horny’‘ and yep, I think that sums up my issue with it. Like there was no balance here, too much ‘‘serial killer’’ voice and not enough ‘‘normal dude who’s kinda childish’‘ voice. There aren’t really any specific line changes I have any issue with (although ‘‘yum ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ’‘ instead of ‘‘ah, blood’‘ when he licks Swindler definitely caught me so off guard)
4/10 not bad but it doesn’t feel good
Then his German voice, this one has the opposite problem than the English. It’s a little too normal and lackluster. A sort of deeper voice that removes the childish element and makes him feel more his age. He does a better job at matching the tone of the Japanese though. It feels like he’s not really trying very hard until ep 9, that’s where he goes all out on the acting. Like if he needs to yell/scream, he puts his whole heart into it and I appreciate that. There are a few line changes that I really appreciate, and probably a lot more that I’m completely missing due to the fact that I just pretend to know German without actually knowing anything. But namely, actually making a ‘‘Here’s Johnny’‘ reference, so good, thank you for putting in the actual reference. The voice is relatively nice, I like the line delivery in quite a few scenes.
7/10 does the job and I like it well enough
and Russian.... uhhh.... I appreciate the fact that even a modicum of emotion was portrayed in the acting (if you’ve ever listened to a russian dub of anything, you’ll understand that this is high praise). Are there line changes? Dunno, stopped learning russian when I was 4 years old so I only know about 5 words
2/10 thanks for trying
I couldn’t find a french dub and didn’t check for spanish, nor do I really care about those bc haha I don’t speak those languages in any capacity, uno dos tres amirite?
Onto the original, the Japanese. Happy bday Mr. Sakurai! What can I say, it’s the og acting, ofc it’s gonna be my favorite, it’s how the lines were originally meant to be said. This man is so good, his voice is so pleasing to listen to. He strikes the perfect balance between Normal, Killer, Yandere and Child. Just the right amount of everything, a perfect voice for Cutthroat.
11/10 I love this man
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Since I’ve been encouraged to actually share my funny little blorbo ideas here’s another one gang;
Danny moves to Gotham on scholarship for engineering, because the Fentons may be infamous but they’re also insanely brilliant and besides both he and Jazz are showing every sign of embarrassed child of a super genius syndrome, so while the bats are keeping a close eye on him Just In Case, duke is also thinking of introducing him to the Our Parents Are Maniacs But Anyway club maybe after the first month or so.
Gotham does not go for standard dorm living bc of his ‘condition’ and lack of wanting to constantly spook/gaslight a roommate. Besides, living with two small children is a dorm sounds like a disaster in action.
So Danny signs up as a mechanic in Crime Alley, buys himself a teeny weensy lil apartment and Makes It Work. He has been all year after showing up with a de aged Dani and Dan in Amnity after all, and that had gone,,, fine? (The entire town, observing how Danny had been getting increasingly more uncomfortable around his godfather prior to the cloning incident, then just dropped off the face of the earth for several months, the first two weeks stuck in Vlad’s basement enduring horrors and the next Too Many desperately fapping around in the Ghost Zone to get everything handled. All the clones live, all 13 of them. Bunch of them are stuck in the Ghost Zone due to constant need for ectoplasm, but eh, plenty of Zone born never leave, so. One, in the future, apprentices under a green warrior lady on Pandora’s suggestion, another is working in the Eternal Library with Ghost Writer, etc etc. so Danny eventually came back to Amnity with one small child under each arm very obviously traumatized by Somethingn with vlad and doesn’t like being alone with him,,, or touched without warning,, and immediately and passionately proclaims the kids his but struggles to explain how or why,, look some very reasonable assumptions are drawn okay. So the town does the very reasonable thing and does the midwestern equivilant of excommunicating Vlad, except it’s a lot more run him out with pitchforks vibes since he’s the Mayor. Anyway)
He is immediately loved, because while non Gothamites are usually more of a pain than they’re worth, everyone in a while someone even from out of town will just fit in so nicely it’s uncanny for everyone involved. Addams family vibes, it’s referred to as ‘making it home’, just personal hc. He is protective of all the kids playing in the parks and street girls that can totally take care of themselves on their corners but find it HILARIOUS when he just tackles a dick like a wild animal full force no warning. He can fix anything it seems, but refuses to work with weapons. Reasonable enough, people get twitchy about gangs sometimes. Danny mentions being not against Hood or anything, but he’s not going to work for him, littles to take care of and all, but had past experience with ‘Dora and that inheritance mess with her brother he was being a real prick about’ so everyone assumes it’s the equivilant of him having Done His Time and being plenty good for a life time and respects it as long as none of that petty midwestern small town hotshots bring any of that shit over here. And they don’t, because said individuals are on the other side of the mortal veil, so happy day.
See I really love deaged!Dan because he’s just a grumpy lil guy. But he’s also killed millions. He’s so protective of his loved ones, but held back by blending in and also being Smol that it comes off more bitey kitten than anything else. Dani, of course, is a terror, so she fits right in with the crowd.
And sorry gang, but a bunch of kids on their own in Gotham in a poor side of the city just isn’t going to get any attention: that’s just business as usual really. What first gets attention on Danny is not his ‘condition’ or being mistaken for a meta (which he legally probs has an argument for even without the gene bc like these bitches don’t know how metaism works anyway so) or alien (I’m 90% sure he’d be covered by the alien protection act by virtue of being half ‘not from earth’), but because Danny despite best efforts is a Weird Guy.
He grew up in what could only be described as a low level villain level and spent most of high school dealing with smack downs and spiritual invasion. He’s never really processed that any of that is not in fact Normal. Also, he’s capable of making Anything if given the insides of a toaster, blender and alarm clock, and could probably rewrite the circuits of the apartment blindfolded and improve them 1000% even if it ABSOLUTELY would not be up to code.
And sure, things slip every once in a while, bits of spectral ice here, small floating incident there, but everyone just Minds Their Buisness ya know? You really gunna mess with the guy that personally ensured that when your car got flattened by a fight with Killer Croc, you were still able to get in to work the next day by some wizardry? Really?
But Gotham is a city so cursed it’s probably in the exponents countwise, so of course there is a) a flourishing community of magic users and assorted supernatural weirdos and b) a whole lot of shit for Mega Overpowered Ghost King Danny to idly pick at day to day in order to help with his protecting other Obsession. Gotham has plenty of heroes, but by god do they need the spiritual equivilant of an electrician/priest.
Still, Danny, as a baby ancient under a facet of Kronos and KING OF THE DEAD is like, way, way out of their scope to be able to grok, so it mostly just comes off as you know, a family of banshees or something. When asked, Danny very haltingly says he was briefly dead but then revived, which neatly explains his Weird Ass aura and makes it SPECTACULARLY AWKWARD to ask further about. So everyone nods politely, and goes back to their lives after double checking no nefarious bullshit was being pulled.
Then, of course, Vlad finally tracks them down. The whole neighborhood is altered in short order because he doesn’t bother trying to hide being a Rich Bitch or how he’s sneering down his nose at people on the sidewalk. Every connects the dots when Danny paniks. Dani and Dan’s daycare are staffed with some extra, very buff set of hands within the hour. Jerry, Hood’s third in command, personally shows up to the garage Danny is working at to talk things out with him bc he knows he does t like the deal with this stuff due to past unspecified circumstances but well, they guys had already started fucking with him, you see. Stole his tires, spray painted the windows, pickpocketed him blind, and when he retreated tipped off the police to the drugs they’d planted in the glove box.
Danny might not have been born in Gotham, but he was one of them. And the Alley takes care of it own.
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There’s an old and entirely truthful argument about how readers don’t really care about “this fic is the same as other fic”.
Now, I agree wholeheartedly that people should be writing more fic, regardless of if someone else has written something similar before, because fics are conversations and all authors bring slightly new ideas to the setting.
Having said that, I recently saw a time-travel (fun trope) Naruto-fic (enjoyable fandom) sending Sakura (enjoyable character) back in time for some undisclosed “fix things” idea, and... just the plain summary of it made me go “yuck”.
And some of that is definitely over-exposure to this particular set of fic-cliches, but it also made me question why I enjoy time-travel fics so much. And the best answer I could think of was:
“The time-traveler needs to be some level of unhinged“
But as I think about that, the truth of the matter is that most good fics include a main-character who is some level of unhinged.
Like, the idea of having a “noble hero” go back to “fix what went wrong”? Blegh.
The idea of a “deranged lunatic with access to explosives” going back because “oops, they accidentally’d themselves into a time-space pretzel with their explosives”? Delightful.
Does every main-character need to be the same sort of crazy? Of course not! In fact, there really should be variety in these things, to keep things spicy!
(There’s a reason why everyone loves the crazies of the Akatsuki so much, and it’s because they’re all completely ridiculous people, and yet they all kind of make sense as fully fleshed-out characters.)
Again, even a crazy person might be trying to “make things better”, but either their approach to this is hilariously insane (”if I randomly assassinate these people then everyone will live in peace for forever”), or their goal is insane (”the world is ending, so this time I definitely need to get laid before that happens”).
And this is the true beauty of time-travel I think, because it lets the fic-author create someone that unhinged from fragments of the original character (by aging them up past canon, or by having their past life divert from canon) without coming across as that character suddenly being massively OOC.
“Oh, but this is just for comedy-”
WRONG
Whilst sounding comedic in its own right, unhinged characters are by their very nature not so easily defined as “comedy”. Perhaps they get to see their loved ones again, perhaps they have to awkwardly and hesitantly relearn what it means to be “human”, perhaps they will finally have an opportunity for revenge, perhaps they’re sick and tired of it all and just wants to sleep for forever.
Unhinged characters time-traveling with no way of knowing how to time-travel again (aka, no “I was sent back”, and a lot more “what the fuck is this”), so as to make sure that the perfectionist weirdo doesn’t keep resetting the time-line until they do “everything perfectly”? Fucking perfection.
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satoru absolutely does not know how to ride a bike idk how i know this but i know
cw: suggestive content, mdni
“that was…good,” satoru settles on, still unable to properly articulate. he whines, still a little lightheaded and breathless as you roll off of him with a laugh, pressing a kiss to his shoulder before tucking yourself into his side.
“just good?” you tease, fingertips gliding over his chest. “if i’d known there was going to be a review, i’d have done that thing with my hips that you like.”
you roll your hips against his thigh, sending a warm chill down satoru’s spine.
“don’t do that,” he warns, but his face is flushed and he can feel himself getting hard again. “unless you want to leave the kids at your dad’s for another night.”
“oh! speaking of the kids!” your sweet movements stop abruptly, causing him to peek one eye open to send you a long suffering look. “my father bought the kids bikes yesterday, and i told him you’d teach them how to ride them.”
now, it’s no secret that gojo satoru is good at a lot of things.
he can manipulate the infinity around him and exorcise special grade curses with the flick of his wrist. he knows the words to every avicii song and can make mug cakes that don’t always explode in the microwave.
there’s only one thing he can’t do.
“i remember when my dad taught me,” you sigh. there’s a fondness in your eyes as you describe the memory. it’s something special and cherished, and satoru wants that for his kids.
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“this isn’t funny, shoko!”
“you’re right.”
“thank you—”
“because it’s hilarious. gojo satoru, the strongest sorcerer of our time, never learned how to ride a bicycle.”
she trails off in a fit of laughter. satoru hasn’t heard her laugh like this in a long time, and he’d be ecstatic if her amusement hadn’t come at his expense.
“i didn’t have anyone willing to teach me!” he tells her, huffing. “it was all cursed technique this and cursed technique that. not to mention bikes are literal death traps on wheels.”
“motorcycles are death traps on wheels. bicycles are for babies,” she corrects, though he can still hear the laughter bubbling in her response. “why’d you even agree to teach them?”
“because she did this super hot thing with her hips, but focus!” he whispers harshly. “i can’t teach the kids how to ride a bike! what if i just bought a car—”
“only you would try to buy a car for an 11 year old.”
“not for megumi. tsumiki’s basically 13. she can start learning so when she’s old enough—”
“so tsumiki is going to learn how to drive before you learn how to ride a bike? you are so tragic,” she snickers.
well, it sounds lame when she puts it like that.
he looks up when the sound of the shower running stops. “and you’re useless,” he growls into the phone. “i’ll ask nanami.”
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NOT GOJO
[shoko]: i heard gojo’s teaching the kids how to ride their bikes
[you]: yeah :) i’m so excited!
[shoko]: me too.
[shoko]: can you send videos?
[nanami]: I would also like to see videos.
[you]: sure. but why the interest?
[shoko]: bcs i care about them and want to celebrate their achievements
[you]: you didn’t come to megumi’s violin recital because you said you valued your eardrums.
[nanami]: It will be a fun moment to look back on when they’re older.
[shoko] yeah that ^
[you]: fine i’ll send videos.
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the sun is just beginning to set and the city beginning to settle when you take the kids to the park.
“i really think—”
“satoru, we are not teaching megumi how to teleport to school.”
“but if he uses the shadows—”
you thrust a helmet into his hands, stern look shutting him up immediately.
“fuck,” he mumbles once your back is turned to help the kids. he shoves the helmet onto his head and buckles it tightly.
the kids walk over to him with their little bikes, the huge helmets on their head making them look like bobble heads.
you document his torture with a quick photo before giving him the floor.
“riding a bike is…super simple,” he tells them, patting the seat of your bike. “you get on, put your feet on the pedals, and…pedal.”
the kids only stare at him, confused looks on their cute faces.
“maybe you should just show them,” you suggest.
“why don’t you show them?” he quickly deflects. please please please—
“no! i’m taking the video!”
fuck.
satoru grips the handles of the bike tightly. he’s faced the worst of the worst, died and come back to life. he could ride a stupid bike.
he kicks at the stand your bike is leaning on, getting it up on the fourth kick. he swings his right leg over so he’s straddling the seat, his feet planted firmly on the ground.
it can’t be that hard, can it?
“watch and learn, kids.”
he takes a breath, then pushes off and places his feet on the pedals.
the bike rolls forward slowly. it’s wobbly at best, but he’s doing it. he’s doing it! he picks up a little momentum, heading off into the sunset—
“satoru! don’t lead them downhill!”
sure enough, the path in front of him leads down a slight decline. he squeezes the brakes and jerks to the side, sending him toppling over the bike and into the grass.
as he lays in the grass, dazed, megumi and tsumiki bike right past him. he’s sure the former even rolls his eyes.
“they have training wheels,” he says when you run over to check on him. “they’re cheating—”
“do you not know how to ride a bike?!”
“i never learned,” he grumbles, cheeks blushing at the admission.
“oh, honey,” you sigh, brushing some grass from his shirt. “why didn’t you just tell me?”
you kiss his brow, unable to hold back your laughter as he pouts. “you were so excited about me teaching them. didn’t want to disappoint anyone.”
“you could never disappoint us,” you tell him firmly. “now come on, i’ll teach all three of you.”
so you teach him, holding onto the back of his bike until he’s steady, until he’s confident enough to do it on his own.
he’ll get the hang of it eventually.
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