So I've Seen The Huskerdust Theory That Husk Would Gamble To Get Angel's Soul Back. However, I'd Like

Imagine wee little Owen ultimately being raised by big brother, who provides for him because their abusive parents won't. It's Deck who makes sure he never goes to sleep hungry; patches him up after their father's tirades. It's Deck who teaches him how to fight back so that he'll never be hurt again; instills in him the code he still lives by. And it's in Deck's footsteps that Owen follows, all the way to the gates of hell...

Toddler Owen whose first words are “Deck.”  Young Deckard who had previously been so disinterested in this new addition to the family suddenly finally something in this world- which had only taught him how cruel it was- to give a shit about.

Deckard, the cool teenager who still gives his brother piggy-back rides and lets him crawl into his bed when he’s had a nightmare or their dad is especially volatile.  Pre-teen Owen who worships the ground his brother walks upon.  Who shadows his older brother in a friend’s garage and watches as he works on cars, Deckard indulging him as he starts to teach him about an engine.

Teenage Owen coming home from school with some minor scrapes and a cut lip, grinning at his brother.  Deckard whose first reaction is to grab Owen’s chin and look him over for anything worse as Owen chuckles and says, “Chill Deck.  You should see the other guy.”  And Deckard who just smiles and presses their heads together, saying how proud he is.

The boys as young adults, Owen pulling his first job with much more experienced Deckard.  No one being surprised when eventually the team gets caught and Deckard takes the SAS as a way to get out of jail time.  Owen, who hadn’t been captured because his brother protected him, following after Deckard as always.  Only this time the boys are separated by distance and time, Deckard becoming a highly classified agent, trained as an assassin, while Owen pulled spec ops missions around the world.  It was the first time Owen remembers feeling alone.

After Owen’s discharge and failed solo op in London, Deckard finding his brother broken in the hospital.  Owen looks up at him, the brother he’s been separated from for too long, and tears sting his eyes.  “Where have you been?”  Deckard chokes on a rush of emotion, something he’d locked away to do his job, and carefully wrapped his little brother in his arms.  “I’m not going anywhere again O.  I promise.”

thinking about when i was small, how my mom told me that pipe cleaners were just a tool until people started idly shaping things with them and it grew so popular that they were marketed as crafting materials. and that story about how the original frisbees were disposable pie plates that students flattened to throw. and how when i was a child i had a wooden mancala set with shiny, colorful stones, but on invention it was played with rocks and grooves dug into the dirt. and middle school, paper football and tic-tac-toe and mash and mad libs, games that just need pen and paper. and before that, games of pretend with pirates and princes and masked marauders. how at slumber parties after lights out, we used to whisper storytelling games, i say one sentence and you say the next. and shadow puppets. and the way all the kids in the neighborhood used to divide into teams and throw fallen pine cones at one another. and the floor is lava game, and the quiet game, and the games i play with my coworkers that are just words and retention. and "put a finger down" on the high school bus. and little girls clapping together, and how the first jump-rope was undoubtedly just a length of rope who knows how long ago, and how natural it is to play, how we seek play at every age and with any resources we have and with whatever time we can squeeze it into in a day. i'm not an anthropologist or a psychologist but i think after food and shelter and water and air what comes next is games and stories and laughter. i think that there is nothing -- not sex or fighting or forming unlikely bonds with animals -- there is nothing more human than to play.

Tony: WHO THE HELL PATCHED UP MY RIPPED JEANS?!

Stephen: I did. I thought your jeans were worn out. the weather is getting colder, so I fixed the holes.

Tony:

Tony: It’s a lovely pattern, Stephen. Thank you, babe.

Roman to GenderFluid!Owen: Do I have a boyfriend or a girlfriend today?

Owen: Since you ate my burrito, today you have an enemy.

YES! The adventures of Roman navigating Owen's gender! I LOVE IT!! And pissing Owen off because he ate his food. Wtf is wrong with you Roman?!

Roman: hey, baby boy-

Owen: no

Roman: baby girl?

Owen: nah

Roman: baby?

Owen: yes. Am baby

Tony: It's over. We won.

*Stephen and Peter gesture frantically to alert him to the aliens behind him*

Tony: No. We won. I'm not turning around and looking at it. We won.

love characters who are like "this is how the world works. this is how it has to be (because if i'm wrong i have to face what i've done // if i'm wrong i have to face whats been done to me) "

I just had to make this post. Sorry Not sorry for all the broken hearts around here.

Bruce and Dick:

Bruce and Jason:

Bruce and Tim:

Bruce and Damian:

Bruce and Cassandra:

(Really sorry if this has been done already)

This just makes Alastor more likeable for me, it makes me be able to sympathize with him, understand him more, yes, he's a demon, but he's also a human, if you get what I'm saying. He's not just a sadistic freak. He feels emotions, he breaks character, and he has weaknesses, all like humans do. Like every character in Hazbin. I can't imagine how weak he felt in that scene when he was almost about to die, having barely escaped. He is craving freedom. He wants it oh so bad that he's going insane. Beautifully written character.

Hello again Omni! Can we see a bit of Owen experiences in the army please? He must've not liked being bossed around very much.

Oh hell yeah, Owen HATED having to take orders! Sure, he'll let Deckard boss him around, but nobody else!

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When Owen joined the military, he had honestly never expected to have to start at the bottom. He had just assumed they would see his intellect and genius and allow him to move up the ranks with ease

That wasn't quite the case

Now, standing alongside two dozen other recruits in boot camp, Owen tried to keep the sneer off his face as their drill sergeant yelled at them

Apparently, not all of them could keep up with the vigorous training and now all of them were being chewed out

"- when I tell you to run ten kilometers, you run those ten kilometers! Not walk or or prance, or whatever you want!"

Owen couldn't help his eye roll

"Got something to say, Shaw?!" The sergeant screamed in his face

"No, sir." Owen said smoothly

"For that lip, you'll be cleaning out the latrines!"

Owen didn't bother stopping the sneer that crossed over his face

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"In line soldiers!"

Owen easily stood with the rest of his squad, waiting for his leader's orders. Even though they were extremely stupid and Owen knew they were going to be ambushed

But no matter how many times Owen tried to butt in, the leaders of his squad and others refused to listen to him. They were convinced they wouldn't get ambushed

Straightening his back, Owen glanced over at his fellow squad mates. He could see that they were all nervous, having listened to his angry words against the leaders

They were all now convinced they were about to be ambushed

But even if that was the case, Owen would do all he could to make sure they all came out of it alive

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"Well done, captain Shaw."

With a polite smile, Owen shook the hands of several high ranking officers. He had just been promoted, even though he wished it had been sooner

After all, it had taken Deckard a lot less time to reach captain

But, Deckard also didn't have the pension for mischief that Owen did. And Deckard could actually follow orders

"Thank you, sir. I look forward to leading my soldiers into battle."

And not get them killed like you have, was unspoken. Even if Owen made sure to say the sentiment with the grip he had on the other man's hand

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I hope you enjoyed friend!