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I just love how they cast Hunith. She looked like the most gentle, kindest, sweetest, most wholesome and softest person I've ever seen in my life. I mean LOOK AT HER. She's absolutely beautiful and her eyes is so full of love it look like she was made from it.
She is the only person on earth I can believe who gave birth to Merlin. Emotional, kind hearted and cutie pie Merlin. When Ballinor said that he saw Hunith in Merlin, her kindness, he's not even kidding. It's so transparent there for all to see. He is his mother's son through and through. (I know, I know, Merlin is also a sassy little shit but before destiny fucked him up he's also practically bleeding with empathy).
And THEM!! God Hunith looked at and treated Merlin like he's the most precious thing on earth. I love them so freaking much and it's a CRIME that we only get two episode of Hunith. She's so underrated and she raised the sweetest boy ever and remained so resilient and kind even after how hard it might be for her with Merlin's magic.
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Cultists want to summon the Ghost King, the League pull up to stop them, failed summoning successfully and got Ghost Prince Danny.
With a twist.
The head cultist tells Danny what they want, but it's so pitiful that Danny just sits them down, each and every one of the cultists and explains that maybe it isn't the best idea to give your soul to an otherworldly entity just for that.
Then it somehow turns into therapy because Jesus Christ these people have been living some pretty shit lives, then Danny decides to pull some favors with Frostbite and the Yetis to get some of the cultists family members medical treatment for their Mother/Father/Siblings that they're too poor to pay for.
Other times he just kinda tries to get a few others to get more confidence after being drawn in by a few bad people against their will and try and give them ways to get out of said situation.
The entire time the Justice League was just, there, watching all of this go down and questioning a lot of things. Simultaneously Batman is thinking of starting up a program to not make this a repeat, wherein people think they have no other options than to give up their literal soul to an otherworldly entity in hopes to turn their life around.
Half a year later the now reformed cultists meet up again. The circle is the same. But by now they rid themselves of their robes and are instead donning Phantom merchandise.
All hail the Great One.
Gothams Phandom summons their lord and savior to tell him of their accomplishments.
Phil has now more time to spend with is kids.
Robert and Alexander are now dating.
Annabeth got rid of her maybe cursed puppets and is changing the room into a small temple dedicated to her lord and savior Phantom.
Small Lilly is here to meet her mommas hero.
Cassie, a old woman with a bakery, dragged her long time customer Dr Freeze with her so she can introduce him to the RELIGION Phandom. Some non criminal friends wouldn't hurt him.
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They didn't expect Phantom show up bleeding green blood all over the floor. (if they did they definitely wouldn't have tried the summoning in the living room. The poor carpet)
They also didn't expect him to pass out and turn into a Wayne bite...
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The cultists heal him. During his stay with them Danny finds out that he is in a different dimension. (Its a reveal gone wrong fic (no vivisection) and Danny was just running from the Giw and his parents when he felt the summoning. He used it as a escape.)
Now they plan a second summoning ritual for his sisters.
Danny Jazz and Dani (and maybe Dan) get adopted / take in by the cultists.
I don't have anything practical to add. I'm just envisioning a group of five to seven people who usually only ever see each other in cloaks all gathered in a public school principal office, trying to see how they can successfully enroll their lord god into his junior year of high school before term starts
I was thinking more that, considering they're a self-formed cult based around this one child god, there was literally no way any one of them would be willing to be left out of supporting their little savior in his time of need. So, yeah, they're all the parents! ...Yeah, all of them. They're, like...married? (Yeah, that's close enough right?) (This is Gotham, you can tell them we're a cult, they're not going to judge) (Yeah, maybe, but they still might call CPS?? Can a cult have custody here??) (...Maybe?)
And they someone manage to BS their way onto all the guardian forms and sign out lists just in case and register him under the address of their "cult compound" (slowly converted warehouse, now featuring One Pull Out Couch And A Fridge! đđđ˝), which is great! They're doing a great job group parenting and no one is suspicious. At all. Their lord god is going to have a great time in public school during his recovery. Now, how to split up their support effectively for his extracurriculars...
Oracle in the background silently beefing up the mediocre fake ID's that they managed to get...Tim pushing through one of Wayne Enterprise more discreet scholarships...new long term favourable lease because the warehouse owner sold it to a shell company of the kind the bats used for their own safehouses...
@desatu's tags. Yes. The warehouse is Key to the vision here. They constantly look like they're running a drug operation or some shady bs, but no. The only thing stashed there is their teenage god.
Cult1: ...Yeah! It's. It's like a hobby. It's enrichment! It's good for him!
Cult2: And you're not worried about, oh, I don't know, the electrical engineering at play here?? What if he hurts himself??
Cult1:
Cult1: I mean. He seems like he knows what he's doing?
Cult3: hey. Have we considered that our lord god is all powerful and probably can avoid hurting himself on this through application of his will and aptitude?
CultAll: *reassured muttering*
Danny: Hey, look at this! I made a ray gun! :)
CultAll: *Parental praise and support*
Cult2: let's sign him up for a shop class. I heard that at the public level it's basically supervillainy 102
Cult4: I mean. Does he even WANT to be a super villain?
Cult1: No, but he can do whatever he likes with an engineering background, right? Support his interests and all that
CultAll: *unison chanting* Support His Interests... Support His Interests... Support His Interests...
Stephanie, mic'd in for bimonthly cult-busting recon: ...the fuck?
The batfam watching them like it's their favourite show. And watching as Danny, Ellie and Jazz are helping to keep them on a legal path. Well, for Gotham anyway. Like, counter mugging and mugger isn't a crime. Surely? The fact that they have started to help the street kids by setting up a soup kitchen? They don't know where they are getting the money. (Jason, of course it's Jason) but they don't want to ruin a good thing.
Okay, so as a side interest, I study cults (like, actual cults) and small-scale religious groups (more like what we're characterizing here), and in order to make money, the majority of religious groups sell some sort of religious service or healing service to outsiders. This usually serves both as a recruitment method and something extremely coercive to suck money out of people who're desperate.
So, if Jason rolls up to the warehouse and slams the doors open like WHAT UP, NERDS, I'M GOING TO FUND YOUR WEIRD COMMUNITY THING, there's every reason for the cult to go ooookay...do you, um, would you like an audience with the lord god? About it?
And, being nosy, I can't imagine Jason turning down the opportunity to see this kid in person and make sure he's not being pushed around or anything. So yeah, sure. The cult disappears to put on their robes or whatever and the kid pops into the kitchen (different corner of the warehouse with a fridge in it) with like his robe half put on and half flying in the wind.
"So, uh," Danny tries, looking upwards, because this guy is tall and Danny's fourteen, "Do you have, like...personal problems?"
"So many." Jason can't really emphasize just one. "Anger's usually the worst of it. Why, got a cure-all or something in this joint?"
"Er," says Danny. "...No. Actually, this seems more like my sister's deal. Hold on. One minute."
And the kid god darts out, only to return by pushing his older sister in, giving her a thumbs up and leaving. The girl rolls her eyes and straightens upright. She asks him what's up.
...Jason tells her a very abbreviated version of what's up. Kid censored. He leaves the dying in there though, because whatever, it's a cult! They'll believe that stuff.
The girl. Frowns. "That's...that's super weird. Actually. Hold on."
Jason then proceeds to watch her take an abundance of greens out of the fridge, pull the world's jankiest homemade blender off of the floor, and make two portions of the healthiest smoothie he's ever had the misfortune of seeing in his life.
She pours two glasses. Jason drinks one, and she drinks the other. It tastes indistinguishable from grass. "Try to meditate on things that brought you joy in life tonight. You'll feel better if you have good memories."
...okay.
Jason pays $3000 for bogus services rendered, goes home, and resolves himself to sleeping in his crappy safehouse bed for the night like any other.
He dreams about his mom when she was sober. They were reading doctor Seuss books together. It's a memory so old...Jason doesn't think he was even talking at that age. He wakes up in the morning totally, entirely cured.
What the fuck. Wait. Does that mean the cult is actually onto something?
Meanwhile, Jazz is glad to have gotten the most ecto-soaked veggies out of the fridge before they started manifesting consciousness again. She hopes that one dude was alright. He looked kind of hangry all the while they were talking.
Jason popping in to find out that they mostly focus on helping others. And it's because of the God child. Who refused to but their souls. But have good advice? Yeah they really are just that thankful to the kid. And really are just trying their best....
That smoothie was fuckin awful. Just the worst. But it worked? He's gotta teach them how to make em taste better though.
Joker has no idea what he'll awaits him. Jason of course is just like... If you don't kill him? He needs to be unable to move. Ellie just goes, bet! Joker will never be able to commit another crime again.
Meanwhile? Danny eventually notices that Jason is revived, and has something nasty in there... Hmm. Blob boba tea it is!
Danny: So! While that's happening! Anything else you wanna talk about? Like, we try to offer space for people who need rehab, or finding funds for medical care and shit? Got anyone who needs help?
Jason sipping on the weird, but very tasty boba tea.....
Jason: I run some of the charities in crime alley. Can I get you to add them to your list. Often safer that the government programs.
Danny: Oh for sure! If you ever need a place for people to crash in, we've turned the back into like, a barracks?
I realize you probably meant this in a "blobs as food" way, but the mention of Jason having something nasty in him got me in a "blobs as cleaner fish" mindset, and I had to share the resulting idea.
Blob boba tea has clean ectoplasm (because he needs some) and Blob ghosts (to filter the nasty stuff already in there).
The blobs will work their magic cleaning all the grossness out of his system and then phase out of him when they're done.
Later that night, Jason is lying in bed, feeling oddly peaceful and content, when a cloud of little glowing green blobs flows out of his stomach, making cute little comforting noises. The cloud disperses. Most of the blobs fly away through the walls (off to chow down on the buildup of icky energy in Gotham). A couple stay with Jason, purring gently as they snuggle up to him (hoping he will either aquire more contamination or lead them to the source).
Jason decides that dealing with this is a tomorrow problem and falls asleep. When he wakes up, the blobs that stayed are still there. Apparently, it wasn't a dream.
...guess he's going to have another talk with cult leader kid.
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Also, Ellie is having so much fun tormenting the Joker.
Jason running back to the warehouse cradling his baby.
Jason: Your tea made me pregnant!
*holds the blob up to show the proof*.
This of course has Danny and Ellie crying from laughing. Like.... Ok. They kinda get how he came to that conclusion. But. just. No. That's not what happened here! We promise! They are filter cleaners! They are the bad Ecto and then phased out of you! More like a pet than a baby! We promise!
Danny: Oh my Ancients! I haven't laughed so hard in months!
Ellie: Don't worry! It would take a LOT more work to get you pregnant than just a cup of boba tea!
Jason:..... Wait! What!?!? You could anyway?!
Danny: You have a proto core. So like. If we got it turned into a full core? Yeah. But it would take time and energy. And you would have to be a willing participant. So you're safe!
Jason: I might need the ghostly birds and bees talk.
Is B can adopt an alien starfish he can have a blob baby!
He would like that liminal health class though. Now please. How does his core go from Proto to real? What else is this gonna do to him? Were they fucking with him when they said he could get ghost pregnant? There are a lot of answers he would like.
True to form Alfred accepts Blobert immediately. Barely even raised an eyebrow.
I enjoy the idea of Blobert becoming a full fledged ghost eventually. Because they stick around and absorb Gotham's curses. So, they eventually and slowly grow and change. Yup, that's a baby alright!
#dpxdc#blob ghosts#jason thinks he gave birth to the blobs#how is he going to explain this to alfred#Oc: Blobert the Blob Ghost#Blobert is now Jasonâs fur baby? blob baby!#the rest of the Bats think Blobert is really Jasonâs child#Blobert has they/them pronouns#right now Blobert has the intelligence of a cleaner fish but that will change#Blobert will absorb a lot of Gothams curses and be smarter than the average blob
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Did Blobert eat the curse that keeps turning people into mad scientists? Because I think it would be funny to have Blobert become super intelligent. With the right guidance, they could be a benevolent mad scientist, but there will be a plethora of inventions, discoveries, and zany hijinks.
Tim might just be Blobert's favorite uncle, but he's not allowed to watch Blobert without additional supervision. The last time they were left unsupervised together they tried to find a way to use ectoplasm's antimicrobial properties to fix Tim's immune system and this somehow spiraled into them either making Tim heavily liminal to the point where there's very little chance of him not becoming a ghost or straight up recreating Danny's accident and making him a full halfa. (Blobert was really shook after Tim got a bad infection. None of their family is allowed to end.)
The other Bats never learn that Blobert started out as a cleaner fish. They just think the lack of comprehension early on was due to them being a literal infant. Of course they became more knowledgeable and capable of more complex thought as they grew. That's how children work.
Blobert builds things for their family. Things that will keep them safe (like better armor) and things that make them happy (like cameras that work on ghosts).
Did Babs ask for a battle chair with mechanical spider legs, laser canons, and a force field generator? No. Did she have fun learning to pilot it? Yes.
Sometimes family is you, your siblings, and the people who worship you as their god.
I do enjoy the idea of Blobert becoming super intelligent by eating the local curses. Probably learns how to shape their body into something less blob over time as well. Still goes blob when tired. Or in search of cuddles. But otherwise has a form with hands.
Jason loves liminal health care class. He's learning so much? And these poor kids? Really are trying their best to help. They escaped a shitty situation. And yeah, the kid is a godling of sorts. He can see why these guys love him. And he can see the kids are trying to get them to tone down the worship aspect.
Jason low key is emotionally adopting all of these idiots. They all have kicked puppy auras ok! He can't help it!
I am so happy this continued. But I can just imagine Ellie casually asking the other kids what they would do to the Joker to get more ideas. Him suffering horribly as an occasional thing in the background. Now I want to know what some of the Rogues think of this Not-Quite-A-Cult they have going on.
I mean, half of them would see if their 'Lord God' can help them. The other half probably try to kidnap Danny of his sisters. Which uh, goes about as well as you can expect. Even after the siblings are done with them? Fucking, Red Hood? Shows up and makes their life worse. Dammit all.
Batman is just glad they aren't killing people. He's not entirely sure what they're doing isn't worse in many ways. But, their victims still have a chance to better themselves at least. Even if it is from a full body cast.
Eating the curses gave Blobert power to grow. But it was the Batfamily's belief that Blobert is Jason's baby that allows them to gain human intelligence and grow into a humanoid-ish form.
Even learning Blobert was actually a cleaner fish, Jason never lost that first emotional surge of attachment to them as his baby. And as Blobert grows in intelligence and gains a more humanoid form, Jason fully commits. This is his child, Blobert.
The Bats are all a bit liminal and connected to the city spirit, Lady Gotham. Batman was even claimed as her Brother.
Their belief, that Blobert is a baby growing up, formed the blob ghost into a more humanoid shape. The power of their belief that Blobert is their baby nephew-niece/grandchild/great-grandchild influenced them into growing into human intelligence. Their support and encouragement allowed Blobert to grow into a person of their own. Their love and attachment steadily feed Blobert to keep growing as their family member.
Blob form is good for cuddles and total relaxation. But Blobert wants to be like their family, so grows and shapes themself to eventually look more like a Wayne. Even if they're a semi-translucent, squishy noodle-physics, green-glowy Wayne-ish kid. Details and color is hard ok. They're also limited by ectoplasm-mass so they're still little kid-sized.
Meanwhile, the cult opens a healing Cafe and bakery in the more well-to-do parts of Gotham, alongside their outreach programs in less affluent areas of Gotham. Maybe the cafe is near the college campus. Because there's a lot of ecto-contaminated and cursed people in Gotham.
Danny cooing over Blobert when Jason comes to meet them.
Danny: Ohh gosh!! You're feeding him so much love! He's gonna manage to grow and become a person!!!! That's amazing! Do you know how RARE that is!!!
Jason: Really? The fuck?
Danny: Not gotten to, emotions and you; Ecto-entity needs? Fair.
Jazz: Emotions and belief can change ghosts. Since Blobert is 100% ghost? He's more susceptible to change and growth due to belief and emotions. Claiming him as your son? Means he's gonna grow up to BE your son.
Jason: Shit. I better start setting up an education fund huh. And get Dr Frostbite's summons. In case he needs medical.
Jazz: Well. Blobert loves you. Which is a great sign. I'll grab you the summons for Frostbite. And put together a packet on baby ghosts growth and needs.
Danny: Me and Ellie are always down to babysit! Since ya know, we can also fly.
I think Jason would be a good dad for Blobert. I can easily imagine him using the rule my parents followed "If your child brings you a book, you read to them." He seems like he would be really on the ball about keeping them safe and healthy, too.
I bet Bruce begins to slip them funds as well. Once he's sure they are genuinely trying their best to be good and helpful. Is it weird to have a baby death God and his siblings, their cult and his first grandchild (magically conceived. Is his grandchild a demiGod!?) in his city? Yes. But they are helping. In ways he can't. Helping those the city government won't. So he's going to help them as much as he can.
Also highly likely that he will ask if they can/will help protect Earth in dire situations. Please take the com from the JL. Please? Earth gets attacked so often. He is tired. A baby God can only be a useful ally. Making JLD collectively choke on their drinks when he introduced the kids? Was priceless. Ah, he does so enjoy fucking with his more annoying co-workers.
Blobert's biggests growth spurt (from small near child to actual child) comes when he manages to find the Lazarus Pit in Gotham and cleans it out. Jason panics a bit over it and Ra's is not happy that one of the Pits is completely removed from existence.
Danny frowns when he learns about them and Dani volunteers to go around the world to clean them all up. With how often Jason has been coming around to talk about how to raise his child, him and Jazz have started to date.
Danny had spent the last six years building something stable out of the Infinite Realms.
Which, honestly, still sounded ridiculous when he thought about it too hard.
At twenty years old, Danny Phantom was somehow the acting Leader of the Infinite Realms version of the League of Assassins, mediator of territorial disputes, protector of portals, the peacemaker, and â according to Frostbite â âa deeply beloved young lord.â
Danny personally thought that title lost meaning the third time he had to stop two eldritch entities from starting a war over haunted soup recipes.
Still, the system worked.
So Danny did his rounds.
Checking territories. Listening to complaints. Solving problems before they became catastrophes.
And unfortunately, that included Walkerâs Prison.
The prison loomed in the distance like a rusted beast made of iron and misery. Chains rattled endlessly somewhere in the fog while ghosts scattered out of Dannyâs way the moment they spotted him.
Walker himself appeared almost immediately.
âLord Phantom,â Walker greeted stiffly, eye twitching like it physically pained him to be respectful.
Danny gave him a lazy salute. âWalker. Any riots? Escape attempts? Illegal soul harvesting rings?â
âOnly three this week.â
Danny snorted quietly and continued walking through the massive prison halls, half-listening as Walker listed updates about inmates, contraband, and a smuggling operation involving cursed playing cards.
Then Danny stopped dead.
His body just⌠halted.
Like every instinct he had suddenly slammed into a wall.
Down in the cafeteria, surrounded by dead warlords, failed tyrants, and extradimensional criminals, sat a living human.
An older man with sharp green eyes and a white streaks in dark hair, perfect posture despite the prison uniform.
Dannyâs core went ice cold.
Walker noticed immediately. âLord Phantom?â
Danny didnât answer at first.
Because there was no way.
No fucking way.
But Danny knew that face.
He remembered that face looking down at him with complete indifference.
He remembered being ten years old and realizing, in those final moments, that this man had never loved him at all.
ââŚWalker,â Danny said quietly.
Walker straightened.
âWho,â Danny asked with terrifying calm, âis the Mortal?â
âOh. Raâs al Ghul,â Walker answered. âImprisoned for the illegal misuse and contamination of Lazarus Waters across multiple realms.â
Danny stared.
Then he laughed.
It was sharp. Breathless. Wrong.
Several nearby ghosts immediately pretended they had somewhere else to be.
âOh,â Danny murmured. âOh, this is rich.â
His eyes flared green.
Not the bright, clean ectoplasmic green most ghosts associated with Phantom.
This was darker.
Sickly.
The color of corrupted Lazarus Waters.
Walker took one instinctive step backward.
Every survival instinct he had developed over centuries screamed at him to leave immediately and pretend he had never seen anything.
Unfortunately, it was his prison.
Phantom started walking again.
Slowly.
The cafeteria quieted almost immediately as inmates noticed him approaching. Conversations died mid-sentence. Trays stopped moving.
Raâs looked up at the disturbance with visible annoyance.
Then confusion.
Because the being walking toward him looked young, young enough to be almost insulting.
Tall now, broad-shouldered, clad in black and white with space itself curling unnaturally through the edges of his aura â but still young.
And furious.
âRaâs al Ghul,â Phantom said pleasantly.
The room went still at the tone.
âWell,â Phantom continued, smiling without warmth, âthis is a surprise.â
Raâs narrowed his eyes. âShould I know you?â
Phantomâs smile widened.
âYou know,â Phantom said conversationally, âthat answer honestly hurts my feelings a little.â
Raâs opened his mouth, but he never got to speak.
One second he was sitting down.
The next, his face slammed into the metal cafeteria table hard enough to crater it.
The sound echoed through the entire prison.
Several inmates screamed.
One ghost in the back dropped his lunch tray and whispered, âOh, thank Ancients itâs not me this time.â
Phantom had Raâs pinned before anyone could react, one hand twisted into the manâs hair while his other pressed him against the ruined table.
âDonât worry,â Phantom called casually over his shoulder. âIâll fix the table later.â
Walker stared at the destroyed table.
ââŚYou always say that.â
âI usually mean it.â
Raâs struggled violently beneath him. Phantom barely had to use force anymore. Twenty years old in human age meant very little when his existence had become something vast and ancient enough to make lesser ghosts instinctively lower their heads around him.
Phantom shoved Raâs to the floor instead.
Hard.
Then planted a boot against his throat.
The entire cafeteria watched in horrified silence.
Because Phantom was kind.
Phantom negotiated treaties.
Phantom gave second chances.
Phantom once sat through a forty-hour mediation between two warlords because one had allegedly âstolen the otherâs emotional support leviathan.â
This?
This was something else.
Phantom looked down at Raâs with open hatred.
Not rage.
Not blind fury.
Hatred aged over ten long years.
Carefully preserved.
âWalker,â Phantom said calmly, never taking his eyes off Raâs, âhow much money would it take to transfer custody of this inmate to me?â
âWhat?â
Phantom finally glanced back. âI asked how much.â
Walker blinked.
Then blinked again.
Because somehow that was the part that disturbed him most. Phantom â the paragon of individual rights and resident goodie-two-shoes â would never ask something like, "How much money do you want for him?" as if this were a slave market.
Pointdexter slowly raised a hand from one of the cafeteria tables. âUh⌠Lord Phantom? Respectfully? What the fuck is happening?â
Phantom ignored him.
Raâs finally managed to rasp out, âWho⌠are you?â
Phantom stared at him.
Actually stared.
And his grip tightened slightly against Raâs throat.
"Seriously? You don't recognize me even after all the hints I gave you?" Phantom mocked. "Don't you remember how you treated me? Like a punching bag? Like a spare? Don't you remember putting your foot on my neck until I died, only to use my body like some twisted kind of footrest?!"
Raâs went still.
Walkerâs expression changed instantly.
âOh,â Pointdexter whispered faintly.
Phantomâs voice never rose.
That somehow made it worse.
âNo,â he breathed, face going pale.
Recognition finally hit him.
âOh,â Phantom mocked quietly, smiling. âThere it is.â
ââŚTariq?â
The name sounded wrong coming from him.
Phantomâs eyes glowed violently green.
âDonât.â The word cracked through the cafeteria like thunder. âYou donât get to say my name like you know me, grandfather.â
I love how everyone just stops and is like, "that's not phantom that's not phantom that's not phantom that's not phantom" when he starts acting terrible towards Ra's. How Walker doesnt straight up just give a price when Danny wants to buy him. Everyone knows that this behavior is wrong, not necessarily morally, but wrong of Phantom's known character. Finding out Ra's was his murderer must have been a bit of a relief because they were probably having pariah dark flashbacks
How much discourse do you think there is in the kpop demon hunters universe over Huntrix's breakup? I assume half the fans are analyzing every second of footage from the last three years looking for signs of tension and arguing about the whose fault it was and half the fans are posting that it's actually kind of fucked up to ruin the Idol Awards with a fake onstage breakup just to build up to dropping a new song, even if it is kind of a banger
@sagewiththyme You know that's a fascinating point because I figure the two options are a) no one really remembers what happened at the end because of magic bullshit or b) they play it off as a really elaborate but fully planned performance.
And the second one - can you fucking imagine.
Imagine one of the most popular bands in the world have this ongoing lore bit that they're actually demon hunters and they're always referencing it in their songs. And then one day a new boy band pops up and gets wildly popular with an over-the-top-cutesy hit. They're so soft and sweet and respectful. They're called Saja (Lion) Boys and they're all like "join the pride!" How cute!
And then they announce a new concert and you get there and it's fucking this. They're all dressed as demons/grim reapers. Surprise, "Saja" meant Jeoseung Saja all along! They're singing about how they're here for your soul and they relish in your pain, just a stunning 180 from their previous personas.
And then while you're trying to process the emotional whiplash the fucking demon hunter band bursts in and beats the shit out of them with the most insane pyrotechnic show you've ever seen in your life. They "kill" the boy band demons and then you never see them again. The whole band was a fucking psyop for Huntrix to play up the "demon hunters" bit.
I would never recover. The cheesiest fantasy power metal band has NOTHING on that level of commitment. I'd be stanning Huntrix for the rest of my life.
[ID: A comment by @âsagewiththyme that says, "Didnât they also say that the Saja boys were fighting onstage and thatâs why they swapped time slots with the girls? Double breakup and makeup type thing". End ID]
"Yeah, the Saja Boys were a fake band. We paid them to steal the limelight for a little bit while Rumi's voice was out of commission. We thought it would be a cool setup for a triumphant return, you know? The cute little Lion Boys end up being secret demons trying to steal your souls, and Huntrix steps in and slays them in a triumphant return? ...Yeah. We planned it all, the songs, the heel-turn, the special effects, the whole shebang.
Except, uhhhh. We didn't expect them to get so popular so fast? They For Sure weren't supposed to make it to the final round of the Idol Awards. Like, for Legal Reasons. We were almost visibly panicking on stage when they announced that! I mean, do you know how it would look once it eventually came out that Saja Boys were working for us? "Oh, you planted a fake band so you could win the competition!" No joke. I mean, that is a pret-ty clear conflict of interest there. You know?
The Idol Awards are all about the fan's choices, and we just accidentally rigged the game.
The Saja Boys had to win the Idol Awards, now, but there was no chance. They only had two songs, Soda Pop and Your Idol. We couldn't have them push up the debut--I mean, we thought about it, Your Idol's a banger song and it totally would've given us a run for our money--but we'd have to follow it up with This Is What It Sounds Like, first off, and second, 'killing' the Saja Boys onstage would be like. The Media equivalent of announcing we won, like the Fans didn't have a choice in the matter. At the Idol Awards? Ha. Yeah. That's a no-go.
And I mean. Soda Pop is catchy but not that catchy guys, c'mon. We were totally gonna cream them with Golden.
So we were all scrambling. Rumi and Mira and I were trying to write and choreograph a brand new song, Takedown, something good but not Good Enough To Win, to maybe prolong the Rivalry, you know? To make our comeback all the more sweet. But it was all such short notice, and the song wasn't working, and Huntrix never gives a shoddy performance, on principle. We couldn't do it. But it was looking like the only way we were gonna legitimately lose was if something... happened during the competition.
And then it becomes even more complicated once itâs been awhile, and it becomes clear that no oneâs heard anything from any of the ârealâ boys since the awards.
Like, obviously the Saja Boys werenât a ârealâ band, so it makes sense theyâre not coming out with new music, and since theyâre âdeadâ, of course all their official band accounts have gone quiet, but like⌠someone would have had to be portraying the band members, right? Even if you wave that off as them being some of the same actors who portray the âdemonsâ at their concerts, someone would definitely have to be lending their voices for the songs. Who were they? They couldnât have been well-established in the industry, otherwise theyâd have been recognized too quickly and the ruse would have been up, and something like this would have been a huge break for new performers.
So whyâd they just disappear?
Where are the actors?
Iâd imagine this would never gain too much traction within the fandom, but it still lingers long after the dust has settled and the scandal clears up. Go deep enough into the comments on any HUNTR/X-related posts, and youâll find someone commenting #WhereAreTheBoys.
Chapter 4 is up!! Hereâs the second piece I got to work on for @bleedingectoplasmâs Need to Know Basis for Invisobang this year. Iâm actually really excited for how this one turned out; all the visuals in the fic are amazing and being able to recreate this scene was a dream come true. Make sure to keep and eye out for @abrielarnoldâs work on the fic as well (believe me when I tell you everyone needs to see it)
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