#maniax

With all I've written over the years about the Maniacs version's many misses and the harm it's done to the Western SMT fandom's Nocturne literacy, you'd think I'd be a purist for this no-frills version--but I'm not, because:

I appreciate the Fiend battles as free EXP

Like it or not, Dante is just part of the game's legacy now

The gameplay is better balanced (I have no idea if this special PC-only version retains the 2003 JP original release's increased odds of getting hit by instant death--but I kinda doubt it)

On the other hand, The Labyrinth of Amala is only worth doing once, mostly for how much of a pain in the ass Second Kalpa is

Maniacs was the version we got as The West's first proper SMT experience and, by golly, there's something to that, I think. Plus, we have all the collective knowledge now to properly contextualize and contrast it with the original artistic intent.

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Hello, sure thing! :) sorry for making you wait so long.

(◇ Warnings: violence, machismo, maniax, craziness)

IMAGINE "INNOCENT"!READER REACTING AT GREENWOOD COMMENT

(Not my pictures, credit to the owners)

A snort came out of Greenwood's mouth as soon as Theo gave the task of going to kill the commissioner Essen to Y/n, who was one of the members of the 'Maniax' who seemed the most innocent. She was pretty, innocent, at first glance naive and harmless.

Greenwood's question for Theo was "Isn't it better if the sissy leaves this job to those who know how to do it?", a question that made the girl hint at a smile "are you talking about yourself, freak?" She replied without missing a beat, making Jerome burst out laughing and Greenwood frown as Theo smiled amused as he explained to the cannibal not to underestimate Y/n because many had regretted it.

The man's response was another snort and a little push given to the maniac so that he could leave the room.

Unfortunately, he failed to do so because as soon as his filthy hand touched Y/n, she grabbed his arm, bending him and knocking the man to the floor with a quick move thus causing him to lose consciousness after a blow he received to the head when he met the table.

"I think he's right, the sissy should stay here" she smiled sweetly while leaving with Jerome, who had rested his arm on her shoulders, along with the others, except Barbara and Tabitha, as hysterical laughter came out of his mouth.

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Note: I told myself I wouldn’t write anymore Gotham imagines until I finished season two, but eh. 

Imagine being tied up next to Montoya. 

You grimaced as Jerome shot Greenwood. 

“There’s nothing more contagious than laughter,” he echoed, breaking into it. You and your boss simultaneously spat in your captor’s face.

Jerome looked momentarily taken aback, lick/ing where her sa/liva had hit his chin. His finger poked his cheek where you’d splattered him. Then popped into his mouth.

“That was strangely pleasant,” he announced, grinning, before turning to you. “But your aim isn’t quite there. Do it again.” Jerome opened wide. Like a carnival clown awaiting the water gun.

Montoya promptly head-butted him. That caught him off guard again, giving you the split second you needed to continue shimmying out of your bounds.

“AH, A- Heh heh heh!” His nose dripped blood. You shifted in your seat. “You got me! Now it’s my turn.”

“No, it’s mine.”

If you weren’t worried about hurting your hand, you would have sucker punched him. Instead, Jerome got a face full of chair. Or would have, if he hadn’t ducked in time.

“Huh. I would’ve hoped you’d rather take a seat on my face than to my face.”