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I'm in Love With a Vampire…Kid (South Park)
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I made this because I reblog a lot of non-fanfiction-related stuff so I wanted to make it easier to read my stories :)
OCTOBER!! SPOOKY SEASON!!!!
Smartest Husbands in Gotham ( aka riddler proving he is smarter for the millionth time and John being equal measures done with his 💩 AND into it )
I'm sure someone has said this before but...
I think it would be really funny if Scarecrow fear-gassed Tim and just, like... nada. Red Robin keeps walking right towards him, no mask for the toxins, just breathing it in, and beats Scarecrow's sorry ass back into Arkham.
Crane is panicking: what went wrong with the gas? Was it sabotaged? Have the bats figured out how to metabolize it somehow? Is Red Robin not a human? What is going on???
Meanwhile, in the Batcave, everyone is asking Tim how he did it, and he's like, "um. I didn't get gassed? Like, I was having a trauma-induced hallucinogenic episode, don't get me wrong! I saw loved ones dying everywhere; Bruce hating me; failing at everything I do because I'm not actually smart, just lucky... the usual. But it wasn't Scarecrow's doing. That just happens."
And then a minute later he's like, "although that hallucination did have a lot of spiders in it... holy shit, I might have been fear-gassed."
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Hmmm...this might be a good article
Go on...
(quickly scrolls to see what placement scarecrow is)
FUCK YEAH
So accurate, Scarecrow has so much untapped potential that could be explored in extremely interesting ways. I personally loved Gotham’s take on his New 52 origin and how it brought light to his relationship with his father as well as the formulation of the fear toxin.
If only DC would stop giving all the screentime to a clown whose most interesting characterization as of late has been over the top shock value.
I'm in Love With a Vampire...Kid, South Park fanfiction, Chapter 5
All characters portrayed are 18+
Chapter 5
It’s been a few days since I declared my independence from the goth kids and to be completely honest, I do feel better. Mike was nice enough to introduce me to the rest of his friends and all of us are kinda hitting it off. After I apologized for being incredibly cruel to them in the past, that is. One of the kids even bought me a pair of fangs as a kind of ‘welcome to the clique’ present. I haven’t worn them yet even though Mike wants me to, not quite sure if I’m ready yet.
The vamps and I are walking down the halls of SP High all talking to each other. Well, they are, I’m being quiet. Again, not sure if I’m ready. When I am talking, I’m steering us clear of where the goth kids are, I’m pretty sure if they saw me with the other vamps, they’d throw a few bricks through my window.
“What do you think, Pete?” Mike asks me, snapping me back to reality. I’m so focused on mapping out where we’re going, I’m not paying attention to what anyone’s saying.
“Uh.. sorry, what was the question?” I ask back.
“Do you like emo music too?” He repeats.
I start getting flustered because the goths freaking roast it every time one of us brings it up. Like, no holding back even though it’s basically the same as what we listen to.
“Well, it’s not too far off from gothic rock, at least the bands I’ve listened to, so I like it. My Medical Relationship is pretty good.” And I’m being honest too, I usually went along with it when the goth kids started ripping it apart even though I couldn’t care less.
After I said my piece, the vamps go silent as if I said something totally appalling. My eyes start jumping around to theirs worried that I just offended them.
“Wow,” Vald, the kid with the purple highlights, starts, “that’s unexpected. I never would’ve guessed that a goth would say something nice about MMR.” I breathe a silent sigh of relief.
Mike interjects, “Well Pete’s kinda in a transitional phase, per se, so don’t hold him to the goth kids’ standards.”
Damn he’s sweet.
“Fair enough.” Vlad replies. After that, they all go back to talking amongst themselves and I go back to zoning out.
I spend the rest of my day’s free time with the vamps and avoiding the goths. I sat with the vamps at lunch, hung out with them during my free periods, and stayed after school with them too. Mike wasn’t there every time because he had class during some of the free periods which I totally get. Mike and I also ditched science since that’s the one class we have with the goths and I don’t feel like getting our teeth knocked out. Not that Michael hits very hard, anyways.
After a little while of sitting on the school’s main stairs, we decide to go to the South Park Mall and head out. I’m pretty sure they want to take me to Hot Topic for a formal ‘induction ceremony’ or something. Once we all get outside and take in a deep breath of the chilly autumn air, I pull a cigarette out of the pack I keep in my backpack and reach for my lighter.
Before I do, Annie, the girl with the fiery hair ends, blurts out, “Dude, you smoke? Don’t you know that’s really bad for you?”
Dread washes over me because I know she’s right. I got hooked on smoking because my former friends told me I wouldn’t be goth if I didn’t. Yet another thing I had to go along with to hang out with them.
“Yeah, I know,” I begin, “I didn’t want to in the first place and now I’m in too deep to quit.” I finish, rolling the unlit cigarette between my fingers. I do want to quit, especially now that I don’t have to keep up appearances, but like I said, it’d be too hard to quit now.
“You know, I have some lozenges, it's still nicotine but doesn't have all the tar shit.” I look at Annie with uncertainty as she says that. “I used to vape a ton, like, it got to the point where I’d go through a pen every week. Needless to say, my grades started suffering so this is how I don’t go absolutely insane.” She tells me as she pulls a small blue bottle out of her bag and offers it to me. “Here, they come in a three pack so you can have this one.”
I look at the bottle and back at her a few times before I take it. I guess I don’t have to worry about looking cool for the goths since they want to kill me for other reasons. After a moment of hesitation, I open the bottle and pop one of the lozenges into my mouth. A few moments pass before the nicotine starts to set in. “That’s not bad.” I remark, trying to keep the tablet from flying out from my jaw.
“Good!” Annie says with a smile, “I know it’s not as strong but at least it doesn't light your lungs on fire.”
“Yeah, no, this is great, thank you.” I say with a small grin forming on my face.
She smiles at me again and replies, “No problem, Pete.”
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I'm in Love With a Vampire...Kid, South Park fanfiction, Chapter 4
All characters portrayed are 18+
Chapter 4
Fifteen minutes of walking mixed with awkward small talk and cold silent air pass as we soon get to Tweek Bros. I order a black coffee and Mike gets his muffin, we sit down at one of the raised tables right next to the front window right after I pull Mike’s chair out for him.
Mike lets out a small laugh and says, “So chivalry isn’t as dead as everyone says.”
It’s as dead as my heart but even that still has some life left in it.
After I set my coffee down and park myself across from Mike, I pour a vomit-inducing amount of sugar and cream in my cup. Mike retorts, “Man, you like your coffee light and fluffy don’t you?” as he notices me dump nearly half the sugar container into my cup.
“Hey, I like my clothes and nights black, but I can’t stand a bitter drink. The other goths like it so I’m kinda the black sheep of the herd.. the white sheep in this case.” Mike and I share a laugh at that, I didn’t think it was that clever, but I’m glad he thinks so.
A moment passes and Mike’s smile dissipates. His eyes weakly meet mine and he breaks the silence with a rather tough question, “Why do you…hang out with them? The goths, I mean.” I can feel every blood cell in my body come to a screeching halt as he asks that. “I can tell you don’t like being around them. I almost get the sense that you see things completely differently than they do, feel completely differently than they do. Like you said, the white sheep. Like that you’re there but you don’t want to be there.”
For some odd reason, I’m not panicking.
Mike is completely right, I hate being around the other goths. They’re cruel, self-deprecating, masochistic assholes that do nothing but complain endlessly and I’m not like them. Why do I hang out with them?
“I… I don’t know.” I really have no other answer to give him, “I’m sorry.” and I mean it.
As my two-handed grip visibly tightens on my chipped coffee mug, Mike’s eyes light up with worry. “Hey! It’s okay! It’s nothing to feel bad about! We all have our cliques, the freaks and geeks we see everyday…” Mike reaches out and places a hand on one of mine, “...the people we want to be with.”
Okay, now I’m panicking.
My eyes shoot up from my mug to meet his. Our expressions vastly contrasted, tender concern versus conflicting agony.
“Mike.. I-” My mouth is forming words faster than my brain because I have no clue what to say. “I-” My gaze bounces all over the room as I begin to tremble. “I… don’t want to be goth anymore.” My heart freezes and sinks to the bottom of my stomach, I’m such a coward.
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*Spoilers for Batman: Arkham Shadow below*
I’ve been thinking about Harley and Jon’s dynamic in Arkham Shadow a lot lately and I have a bit to say about it.
The two of them, to an extent, work collaboratively on research of the shadow although taking very different avenues to do so. Those being Harley’s group therapy and Crane’s kidnapping and experimentation of Black Gate’s prisoners. They highly disagree on whose psychiatric treatments are the most effective, with Jon having a focus on results and efficiency and Harley being the more compassionate side focused on human emotions and comfort. This, as one could imagine, is what sets them at odds with one another during the plot of the game.
Within the context of the game, this is a very good dynamic between them. Their relationship is an excellent example of their differing philosophies on psychiatric treatment as well as a look into their pasts which encapsulates their respective characters beautifully.
Jon’s sick interest in his work and the methods he uses to get results harken back to the early days of his comic appearances in the 1940s, literally. The writers of Arkham Shadow actually used his origin from his first appearance in 1941 where he fires a gun in a college class he was teaching in order to illustrate a point on fear; which subsequently leads to him being fired by the school board. I believe this to be some of his better, more interesting characterization, with a heavier emphasis on his work as well as showcasing the moment of inception for his Scarecrow persona. I would even go as far to say that this is one the more interesting and developed interpretations of Jon since Kings of Fear and the New 52’s Batman: The Dark Knight. I would also add that Batman The Animated Series and The New Batman Adventures are definitely amongst the better portrayals of him as well.
As for Harley, I’m not going to claim that I’ve read a lot of Harley Quinn comics although I have engaged with a bit of Batman media involving her, as well as the first two seasons of the Harley Quinn TV show (I am also aware that I need to finish it, but I’m lazy). Despite this, I very much enjoyed seeing more of her life prior to her becoming a costumed criminal. I appreciated how caring she was toward the prisoners/patients as I have not had the best experiences with psychiatrists and therapists in the past so in a way it was cathartic.
TL;DR: Jon and Harley have an interesting dynamic in Batman: Arkham Shadow as well as interesting characterization; I appreciate Jon’s sick experiments and Harley’s care toward her patients. I’m also hoping for another Arkham game that explores this period in Arkham Batman’s history.
i have been rewatching btas... had to draw my favs
