DC: You know what would be awesome in Batman Beyond?
Me: Damian Wayne having become a cool retired crimefighter as an adult and Terry being like “?????how???”
Me: Damian trolling the heck out of everyone by pretending he has no clue what’s going on? Taking that Wayne Obfuscating Stupidity to new and untold heights of sheer unbelievable trolling?
Me: Just Damian sitting there, sipping his tea, going “oh that’s my clone, don’t worry about him, I have dozens” like that’s perfectly normal, while Terry tries not to twitch and Bruce is just internally screaming?
Me: Damian letting his clones troll everyone, but dropping the act in a hot minute the second Bruce is Too Extra™???
DC: actually we were thinking more along the lines of making him the new demon’s head and evil and crazy after another fall out with his father but you know
Me: LALALA I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF MY NEW HEADCANON, AKA DAMIAN AND HIS CLONES HAVING A GOOD LIFE WITH NICE THINGS AND TERRY HAVING THE WORST/BEST NEW UNCLES EVER WHO TROLL EVERYONE WHILE BRUCE SIGHS A LOT AND DICK TRIES TO KEEP A STRAIGHT FACE BUT THIS IS SOME A+ BATFAM TROLLING GOLD AND JASON IS RIGHT THERE WITH A CAMERA LIKE SURPRISE U GOT CAUGHT.
hi just want to let y’all know that avi brad and johann when on date at the chug n squeeze. brad threw the literally ugliest most lopsided bowl anyone has ever seen. avi made an alright looking cup with no handle bc fuck making a handle. johann sat in a chair between brad and avi’s wheels bc this really isn’t his creative medium
When you romanticized someone, you’re making him or her to better suit to your idealistic expectations and making that person better than they actually are.
This is what I see with Chaorice. Despite the many wrong things he’d done and it was shown throughout the entire series what he’d did, there are fans who have put him on a high pedestal and romanticized his character as someone good, someone kind, someone ideal. In real life, a character like Chaorice is far from ideal. He’d be an utterly horrible person and you wouldn’t want someone like him as a boyfriend, not when he hurts and mistreats your friends. Azazel is the exact same but that’s another story.
Nina calling him cruel and terrible is right because he is that. He is cruel, he is malicious, he is remorseless and he is not kind. He is intelligent, he is arrogant, he is capricious and he lacks empathy. He knows what he’s doing. He’s not a fool. He just essentially declared a war with the gods, uncaring of what is going to actually happen afterwards.
He stormed into Cocytus, killed the demons there, destroyed the place, enslaved them and used them in a hideous blood sport that is the exact same as the Roman gladiators. He killed the lower dominion gods and stole something of theirs for his own use just because he can. He wants power, he has power. He found out that Jeanne has a very special and powerful child, someone he can use and he sent solders to pursued them. He is the reason why Jeanne is in the prison, why she and her son are split up and why she did what she could to make sure Mugaro/El lived.
You can like a character like Chaorice but you must also accept his many flaws and imperfections. I like Azazel but I also know that he is incredibly skewed.
It’s okay if you like these types of characters, no one said you shouldn’t. However, it’s not okay when you take them and turn to them that idealistic, unrealistic versions to make them better than who they are when they aren’t.
((Side note, I sort of want to make a Meruem fanzine someday in the style of a scientific journal, where people could write articles about his physiology (like how you all bust out the science when I have polls) and we could have like a debate column and diagrams in there and analysis about his character and stuff. Interviews with Kite and Palm about what it’s like adapting to Ant life.))
((…Since we will never get it from Togashi, we have to make it up ourselves!))
au for @everythingelsegoesherethen: dean winchester owns the marauders’ map and uses it to make sure he and castiel always ‘accidentally’ meet at strange times.
Since he became a Prefect at the beginning of his fifth year, Castiel Novak has dealt with a lot of troublemakers who clearly just haven’t read the Hogwarts rulebook.
Dean Winchester is not one of these.
Dean Winchester is clever. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s read the handbook and
And he never, ever gets caught.
Which is why Castiel is confused when he apprehends Dean for the third time in a month, trying unsuccessfully to get into a secret passage out of the school that Cas /knows he knows exactly how to access. And yet he’s tapping all over the one-eyes witch with his wand, cluelessly trying every combination of “Let me in!” that he can, acting for all the world as though he’s under some kind of Confundus charm.
He turns the light of his wand on Dean, and Dean turns around, doing a very good job of pretending to be startled.
“Yeah, that’s me,” the boy grins, blushing and looking down at the floor but not seeming at all upset that he’s just been caught breaking five school rules at once.
“Yes, well, you’re out of bed after lights out, you’re messing with school property and you’re using magic in the corridors.” Cas is a little flustered and he can’t even explain why, but he still manages to tick at least some of the offenses off on his fingers.
“I /am? Oh, man, Cas, I’m so sorry. And I promise you it won’t happen again.” Dean is all mock-apologetic as he claps Cas on the shoulder and starts to walk away down the corridor.
“F-five points from Gryffindor!” Cas calls after him in a shaky voice.
This becomes a recurring problem. The following week, Cas runs into Dean in the restricted section of the library without a note giving him permission to be there. A few days later, he catches Dean in the act when he’s just about to set off a whole box of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes fireworks. Another time, he finds Dean on the Quidditch pitch after dark when it’s supposed to be locked up, flying loops just to show off. Sometime after that, Cas goes to take a bath in the Prefects’ bathroom at the end of a long day, and he finds the tub already overflowing with bubbles, Dean in a pair of red swimming shorts lazily swimming laps.
And for some reason it’s always harder for Cas to keep his cool around Dean that it is around anyone else. Usually he’ll dole out detentions without even blinking;the whole school respecting his authority, but something about this kid has him barely remembering the name of the red and gold house that he’s supposed to be taking points from. It /irks him, because he was given the Prefect position for a /reason, and he’s supposed to be unbiased and impartial and above such things.
After all this has been going on for a good few months, and Cas is no closer to figuring out what exactly is going on in Dean Winchester’s unfairly pretty head, he finds a piece of parchment on the floor. It’s on his normal patrol route, but not on a main corridor - it’s on one of the back routes that only Cas is responsible for walking down on his shift after lights out. It’s placed right in the middle of the corridor where Cas is guaranteed to see it. Almost as though it was left especially for him.
He picks it up. It looks blank at first, but when he unfolds it, he sees that it’s a map - an incredibly detailed map of the whole of Hogwarts castle, every room drawn, Cas believes, perfectly to scale, labelled in calligraphy, every secret passage and hidden entryway marked. Not only that, but the map is enchanted, constantly moving, staircases twisting their way through the halls in what Cas suspects is real time, and most importantly of all, tiny sets of footprints making their way through the castle halls, each with a name attached to them. Cas spots his own name next to his own footprints, which are still in the exact spot that he’s in.
He takes a step forward, and the footprints move with him.
Most of the spots are clustered in the common rooms and dormitories at this time of night; just a few Prefects and professors wandering up and down the corridors. But Cas has a sneaking suspicion he knows who this map belongs to, and the person doesn’t seem to be in the Gryffindor boys’ dormitories where he should be. Against his will, Cas finds his eyes skating over the map, looking for the potential offender.
Dean Winchester’s spot is pacing the Tallest Astronomy Tower.
Of course, none of this necessarily means that the map /actually corresponds to where people actually are. It could just be an example. Could be everyone is placed randomly and doesn’t move, no matter where they really are.
Which, of course, explains why Cas is already walking purposefully towards the Astronomy tower, taking each set of stairs two at a time, checking the map every few seconds to make sure Dean is still in the same place.
He reaches the door to the tower, and he’s not even completely conscious of why he’s doing it, but he runs a hand through his hair to fluff it up and he straightens his blue and bronze tie before he walks inside.
Dean’s there, as predicted, no longer pacing but standing in the center of the room - waiting for him? The tower is open to the heavens - not like the Great Hall, not like an enchanted version of the sky, but actually open, the summer night stars glinting down and reflecting off of magical lights that have been conjured and left to hover all around the edge of the circular tower room, a light breeze ruffling Cas’ robes as he steps towards Dean, noticing that the usually bare wooden floor is scattered with large, puffy gold and bronze cushions.
Cas holds out the map. “I think this is yours.”
Dean takes it from him, not at all surprised to see Cas there. “Don’t think it’s really anyone’s. Thing kind of has a mind of its own. But yes, I’ve been using it for a while.”
“Tell me something?” Cas asks. “You just admitted this is yours. With this you can see anyone coming at any time, you can always stay one step ahead of any professor or prefect, you never have to get found out by anyone. But you keep letting me catch you. Why?“
"That depends,” Dean says with a smirk. “Why’d you bring the map back instead of handing it into a professor? Seems like it’s a contraband object. Seems like I /should get in trouble.”
Cas opened his mouth to retort to that, but realized he didn’t have anything to say. Why /had he come here? Dean was right, after all. His first instinct, as a Prefect with designs on Head Boy at some point in the future, should have been to turn the object over to a member of staff. His mind shouldn’t even necessarily have jumped to Dean. But it had, and now he was here.
“Alright. That aside, why’d you wait for me? Why’d you pick a specific place, here, that you have /no reason to be and just pace around hoping I’d show up to find you?”
Dean spluttered, but quickly recovered. “Why’d you look for me on the map? Why’d you stare at it for so long that you saw where I was in the first place?”
“Why’d you decorate? The stars, the lights, the cushions? Why’d you set this all up for a special occasion?”
They stared at each other for a while, breathing heavily, waiting for the other one to be the first to break.
Cas cracked, and Dean gave up at the same moment, and then he both of them were lunging towards each other, Dean grabbing Cas by the tie he’d just straightened, pulling it askew, Cas fisting both of his hands in Dean’s robes, both yanking the other towards them, crashing their lips together so hard that it was almost painful when they met, their bodies falling into each other, their teeth clashing and their noses bumping and when they pull apart, they both tumble down onto the pile of cushions they’ve set up and /now Cas understands why they’re there, /now it makes sense because their landing is soft and they can reach for each other again immediately, both of them lying on their sides in the heap of fluffy pillows, kissing each other over and over and over again, each one making their lips tingle. Over time, as they grow used to the feeling, the kisses become slower, softer, more languid, and the hooded eyes when they pull away from each other are less from desire and more from tiredness, and they’re both sure they’d be happy to sleep here.
"So, what? You’ve been risking detention and house points for Gryffindor and your reputation as someone who never gets caught just to… just to get my attention?” Cas asks finally, propping himself up on one elbow.
Dean tugs him back down and kisses him again. “Well, you’re risking your Prefect position right now. But I feel like you always have to risk a little something to get the best things in life.”
And between holding hands on long walks by the lake, between screaming themselves hoarse together at Quidditch matches, between feeding each other Bertie Botts’ Every Flavour Beans while studying in the library, and between many, many more long nights in the Astronomy tower, Cas learns that as frustrating and complicated as he is; Dean is definitely one of the best things in his life.