#at this point I don’t even know what canon is

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Dragon!Sylus x Non-MC!Reader Part 2

Synopsis: A depressed, transmigrated fan dedicates their life worshipping their favorite character. (Because not everyone can be a badass like MC.)

Trigger Warnings: The Reader is implied to be depressed and suicidal

A/N: Just a disclaimer, I currently know very little of the world lore for Sylus’ myth, just the bare bones of it. I’m waiting for his cards to rerun to read everything for myself so forgive me for any canon divergence. Sylus may also seem OOC. Part 1: here

“You keep staring at me.” Sylus sighed and paused from rummaging through the paper bag. “Is the sight really that amusing?”

You were on your knees, elbows on a nearby treasure chest as your knuckles cradled your cheeks. To others who have not lived a loveless life, your face was the picture of adoration, but the dragon who knew only hatred and disgust could not recognize the expression you wore as you observed him.

You glanced at his giant talons holding a can of iced mocha and hummed.

Five cans of coffee from different brands, random sweets, a bag of potato chips, and one sad fruit cup to hold up the illusion of health were meant to be your dinner that fateful night. You had overtime and didn’t want anything that required more than one hand to eat. 

That paper bag from the convenience store along with your work bag were the only things you had when you were dragged into this world. 

“You look adorable,” you said.

“That’s the first time anyone has used that word to describe me.”

“Then everyone before me was blind or stupid or both.” 

He ignored you and shook the coffee can. “I can feel something liquid moving inside. I’ve never seen these characters before.”

“That’s because me and that can are not from here. It’s a type of coffee, er, I don’t know if that exists here… it’s a naturally bitter beverage that’s made from a type of bean. That recipe makes it sweeter though.” You got up and approached him. You reached for the can but he pulled it away, looking confused and defensive, like a child that did not want to share its favorite toy. 

You giggled. Maybe he liked that the container was shiny. “I’m not going to take it away from you, I’m going to open it so you can have a taste.” 

He reluctantly parted with it and you showed him how to pull the tab open. 

“Hear, take a sip.”

He took a sniff of the coffee, nose scrunching before he glared at you.

“It’s not a trick. I bought those for me, you think I’d drink poison?”

Relenting, he finally took a sip, brows furrowed. Then he took another sip, then another, and then he gulped down everything with his tail sweeping excitedly against the floor, pleased. “This taste is… new to me.”

“It’s bad to drink it all in one go, you could get a bad case of the tummy ache.”

“I’m not some impatient child,” he huffed, childishly. 

“Whatever you say.”

“You’re making fun of me.”

“You’re imagining things.”

He growled, no, purred like a dissatisfied kitten before turning his attention back to the contents of the paper bag which now lay scattered about on the ground. He looked calm but with the way his tail kept wagging, you knew he wanted to try more.

“I’m sorry for laughing. You can try some more.” You picked up several snacks and held them out to him. 

He remained unmoving, but his eyes could only barely hide their desire to eat. 

You wondered what was the problem for a while. Suddenly, it came to you that he was likely feeling shy, almost reserved, not wanting to take more of your food. Pfft. It is truly a wonder how anybody could hate such a cute creature.

You cleared your throat and picked out a snack yourself. You tore open the box and aluminum then pulled out a single stick of the chocolate-covered biscuit. “This is called Pocky. There’s an interesting game for it, too. Two people compete to see who finishes it first.” 

“Compete how? It’s way too small to even share–” His tail stopped moving when you put one end of the biscuit in your mouth and then pointed at the other end.

His expression of bewilderment morphed into a teasing smirk. “So this was your goal. If you wanted to kiss me, you should’ve just been honest from the start.” He leaned over to you. Those soft lips barely grazed the stick before you inhaled the whole thing in one go.

You swallowed and said, “You lost.” 

“...”

“...”

He pulled out another biscuit and put it in his mouth, then turned to you. You bit down on your end and stole the whole thing away before he had the chance to breathe.

You covered your mouth as you chewed. “Lost again.” 

He got another stick and you stole that too. And then the other one, and then the other one, and so on. Soon, the box was empty and Sylus’ tail thumped furiously.

You swallowed the last of your spoils. “And here I thought dragons were apex predators.” You didn’t expect to win so many times. Although considering how short your breaks were, eating quickly came as easily as breathing to you.

“You cheated.”

“Don’t be a sore loser. Aren’t your kind supposed to be the epitome of grace and dignity?”

“...”

“Don’t pout. You can have the rest of my food and drinks.” You nudged the remainder of your “dinner” towards him. 

“...”

“Don’t tell me you’re actually mad?”

He silently traced the rim of a coffee can. Eyes downturned, he asked, “I can’t tell whether it’s bravery or foolishness. Most humans want to kill me, but you talk and act as if you do not even see me as a threat.”

“That’s because I don’t.” 

“And yet you’re weak.”

“Well, yes. In fact, if you were to throw me away right now, I have no doubt that I would die in the wilderness within a day.”

“How…”

“Hm?”

“How are you so bold?”

Bravery or foolishness. If you had to think about it, it was neither. The truest answer was this: apathy. You stopped being alive years ago. You were empty until Sylus breathed life into you. You adored Love and Deepspace but to be honest, even when you had the game version of your darling, it was merely a distraction. If you were to get hit by a truck before finishing the story, you would have been okay with it. Even now, as you knelt before the authentic thing, should your favorite kill you then you would be fine. 

A walking corpse was still just a corpse, after all.  

You gave Sylus a soft smile. “I don’t think I’m being bold, though.”

“You confuse me.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” You offered him the capuccino. 

“Do you really have no place else to go?”

You shrugged. If he were to somehow kick you out of this prison, there is no doubt that you will end up dead in a matter of days. But you didn’t want to manipulate him with guilt. Whatever choice he made, you would accept. “I was just joking earlier, I’m tougher than I look. I’ll survive.” You grinned, hoping it would be good enough to convince him.

He touched the can but didn’t hold it. He looked at you and said, “...If it's all right with you, just stay with me.”  

How could you refuse?

Part 2: here

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[wannabespacesmuggler]

D.D. | Shane’s Girl [12]

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Summary: Daryl Dixon knows he shouldn’t be thinking about you when he’s alone at night in his tent. Hell, he shouldn’t even be looking at you throughout the day. You’re not his. You’re Shane’s girl. But Daryl doesn’t like the way Shane treats you. And he certainly doesn’t like how you’re forced to play ‘loving girlfriend’ to a man with eyes for another woman at the camp.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x female!Reader

Warnings: Shane Walsh & Merle Dixon are the worst, angst, canon violence, mentions of tobacco use, story follows the show but dialogue and events are paraphrased, abusive behavior

Word Count: 2k

Author’s Note: I know, I know. Two updates in two days. It's a goddamn miracle. Anyways, felt inspired. Really happy with how this story is turning out. Let me know what you all think and if you want to be added to the taglist.

There’s still a slight ringing in your ears as you muster up the strength to open your eyes. You take in your new surroundings, a fairly empty room with a single desk in the corner and two chairs in the middle, facing each other. You’re tied to one, while Glenn is tied to the other. You blink several times, trying to unblur your vision. Glenn lets out a sigh of relief as you finally make eye contact with him.

“I’m so glad you’re awake. I was so worried. How are you feeling?”

A pained groan escapes your lips as you roll your shoulders back. You grimace through the pain — you definitely pulled something when one of your attackers slammed you into the wall before you and Glenn were thrown into a car. Daryl had tried his best to get your attacker off of you, but the three of you were outnumbered. You can only imagine the hell that he’s raising right now — you just pray that he doesn’t kill Rick and T-Dog in the process. The wildfire of anger burning within Daryl started the minute he saw his brother’s severed hand on top of that roof. You don’t blame him — everything about the situation you’re all in is fucked up. The look in his eyes as Rick pointed a gun to his head sent a shiver down your spine. You didn’t fear him like Glenn and T-Dog, who both quickly put ample distance between the archer and themselves. This anger wasn’t caused by hatred or contempt — no, it was simply misplaced grief. You were able to tame the flames and calm Daryl down enough to de-escalate the situation, but you’re certain your kidnapping only stoked the fire raging within him.

“I’ve had better days, Glenn.”

Glenn lets out a dry laugh at your words before nodding. Today didn’t seem to be going anyone’s way, but between your group’s failed ‘rescue mission’ and your very public breakup this morning, you definitely pulled the short end of the stick between the five of them.

“How long have we been here?”

There’s still sunlight seeping in through the cracks of the boarded windows to your right, but you have no idea how long you were unconscious.

“Not long. I’m sure the group will think of something and get us out here in no time.”

“If they were smart, Rick would bring those guns back to camp and regroup before doing anything dumb.”

Rick just got his family back — the last thing he needs to do right now is come in here without a solid plan. It may be selfish to say, but you cannot watch Carl lose his father again.

“I’m pretty sure Daryl would kill Rick if he even thought about leaving you here.”

His expression is playful, but there’s a sincerity to his words that you cannot ignore. You arch a brow at him, which only causes him to laugh again.

“Hey, I’m simply stating what I’ve seen. I wish I had someone that cared that much about me.”

Your brow furrows at his admission. From what you’ve seen, Glenn is well loved by everyone in the quarry camp. Dale was quick to take him under his wing and give him lessons on engine repairs. Andrea seems to always follow his lead when it comes to strategizing for runs to the city. And T-Dog seems to have an infinite amount of compliments for the man sitting in front of you. Hell, you don’t know him all that well, but you do know that you’d miss his positive demeanor and quick wit if he weren’t around.

“People care about you, Glenn.”

He gives you a soft smile before responding.

“Not like that.”

Your eyes fall to your feet as his words sink in. You know he’s right. Daryl Dixon cares about you in a way that almost feels unnatural. Your silent protector, your watchful guard dog, your constant companion. And it goes both ways. When Rick held his gun to Daryl’s temple, your heart immediately leapt into your throat. You didn’t think twice before placing yourself between the two armed and angry men. You know that if Rick decided to head back to camp without you, Daryl would kick down the door to this hideout by himself even though he’s outgunned and outmanned. And you only know this because you would do this same for him. You’ve only known Daryl for a handful of weeks, but you’d risk your life for him. That feels both unnatural and somehow right.

Before you can respond to Glenn, the door swings open, and two large men step inside. You and Glenn share a nervous look as the men approach you. They cover your mouth in duct tape before placing a cloth bag over your head. Then, they move to do the same to Glenn. Finally, your feet are untied, and you’re being lifted off of your seat.

“C’mon, your boys are here.”

Without another word, you’re escorted through various hallways. The grip your captor has on your shoulder is strong but also surprisingly hesitant — like he’s afraid to hurt you. You hear a door unlock and the inside of your cloth bag is suddenly much brighter. They’ve taken you outside. You can hear men talking in the distance, but the conversation is too far away to make out anything specific. The hand on your shoulder releases its grip and the bag is suddenly ripped off of your head. You look around as your eyes adjust to the sunlight. Glenn is on your left, looking desperately at something below you both. You follow his gaze and lock eyes with Daryl. You lean forward to get a better look at how high up you are. You’re several stories above Daryl, but you can still hear the snarl that rips through his throat as the man next to you grabs your shoulder again, keeping you in place.

“Don’t fucking touch her.”

The man’s grip loosens slightly as Daryl’s crossbow raises towards him. Rick places a hand on Daryl’s chest, giving him a stern look. It’s a silent warning to the man beside him. Reluctantly, Daryl lowers his crossbow, knowing that Rick is right. He desperately wants to shoot the man beside you, but he knows that it will not help keep you safe. You’re all still outnumbered, and even with T-Dog as their sniper, Rick and himself couldn't take on all of these men. He gives Rick a small nod before looking back up at you. Rick and the man you’ve concluded is the leader of this group speak for several moments, but Daryl keeps his eyes locked on yours. There’s a steadiness to his gaze that you find comfort in. And even as you’re dragged across the rooftop, back to the door you came from, you know he’ll find a way to get you out of this.

This time, you and Glenn are led to the middle of a long hallway two floors down. There’s a set of double doors to your left, and you can hear people conversing behind them.

“Alright, I think we’ve scared these two enough.”

The man who had just been talking to Rick enters the hallway, and you notice how the men standing next to you, and Glenn visibly relax in his presence. Still, you square your shoulders, looking toward their leader with indifference.

“What do you want from us?”

He smiles at you, looking at his men with an amused expression.

“Damn, you’re just as chilly as your redneck vato.”

He nods to his men, and they immediately untie you. You rub your rope-burned wrists for a moment before meeting the leader’s gaze. Your brow furrows in confusion as he shoves his hands in his pockets.

“My name is Guillermo, and we don’t want to hurt you. We just want to protect what we have here.”

He motions over to the double doors that his men have opened, and you’re pleasantly surprised by the scene before you. There are countless elderly people scattered around the cafeteria. Several younger men walk around giving out medication and food to those that need it. You look over to Guillermo, your features notably softer than the last time you spoke to him.

“What is this place?”

“It’s an assisted living facility. Felipe and I worked here before everything. The rest of the staff left them to die, but Felipe and I stayed. Everyone else — the vatos — came here to check on their family members and choose to stick around.”

A laugh escapes your lips as a woman approaches Glenn, taking him by the hand and leading him to a table full of elderly women. He shoots you a nervous glance before he’s wrapped up in conversation. This place is no different from the quarry where your camp settled — just good people trying to get by in dire circumstances.

“We shouldn’t be fighting.”

Guillermo sighs, taking in your words. He places a reassuring hand on your shoulder before responding.

“I didn’t know what kind of people you were, but now I know. We’ll settle this when your boys get back.”

You nod, giving him a soft smile before wandering over to the table that Glenn had been whisked away to. Glenn looks up at you, motioning for you to sit down next to him. The next hour passes by quickly as you and Glenn enjoy friendly conversation and good company. This new world may be brutal and unyielding, but it’s still surprisingly beautiful.

Suddenly, an older man begins to cough several tables away. No one seems to notice at first, but once he doubles over, unable to take a steady breath, everyone moves into action. You watch as two vatos rush in with an inhaler and talk him through the process until his breathing is even again. Swept up in the commotion, you don’t notice the rest of your group standing at the open doors with Guillermo. There’s a sudden hand on your shoulder, turning you around abruptly. Your protests die in your throat as you meet Daryl’s eyes. He’s looking you over, worry evident in his sharp features.

“You ’lright? They hurt you?”

His eyes meet yours again. He stops scanning your body for injuries but keeps a steady hold of your shoulders. You smile at him, and his face twists into confusion. Over his shoulder, you spot Glenn watching your interaction. He gives you a knowing look, which you choose to ignore, deciding instead to focus on the man in front of you.

“I’m fine, Daryl. Pulled something in my shoulder when we first got jumped, but they didn’t do anything to us.”

Daryl searches your eyes for several seconds before nodding, content with the situation. He releases your shoulders and lets out a sigh of relief. The wildfire raging within him has noticeably dissipated, and as he looks down at you again, his expression softens.

“Y’know, if this is how I knew today would turn out — I’d have told you to stay at the camp.”

You laugh at his comment, and Daryl’s face lights up with a rare smile.

“If I stayed, you and Rick would have killed each other.”

As if on cue, Rick approaches you. The smile quickly fades from Daryl’s face, but the amusement in his features stays. Rick looks between the both of you before speaking.

“You good?”

You give him a nod which he returns. To your surprise, he hands the shotgun in his hands to Guillermo and tells T-Dog to give them half of the guns in the bag you all just risked your lives to retrieve. You place a hand on Daryl’s forearm before he can protest. He looks down at you, rolling his eyes in the process, but he doesn’t say a word. Although guns are worth more than gold nowadays, he knows this is the right call. They may not be bringing back as much firepower as promised, but they are leaving with an unlikely alliance that one day might be more valuable than the guns. Finally, Rick turns to look at the four of you.

“C’mon, we’ve been gone long enough.”

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[mybelovedmoon]

this is an interesting discussion to have tbh and i like getting to hear other chronically ill people’s thoughts on it! same thing applies for my rambles here, not saying this to invalidate your experiences or your perspective, just want to share my own thoughts on it since i didn’t rly add anything to it before haha

i think a lot of this honestly just depends on the person and the chronic illness. different illnesses obviously have different symptoms and different people experience things to different levels of severity. so i’m def not by any means saying no chronically ill person can or does have good grades, bc that would be factually false and ableist.

i’ve had almost perfect grades up until this point in my college degree, to the detriment of my own health like remus may have, but this academic year is honestly a lot harder on me for reasons im unsure of—i think some of it is a cumulative effect though, and im only doing a 4-year degree compared to the 7 years of Hogwarts. plus, this is not mentioning my high school career, in which i got Ds in most of my classes and missed so many days of school i nearly didn’t pass high school at all just based on attendance. we don’t even know if there’s an attendance requirement at hogwarts! but in a modern day college or high school au there might be.

there’s also the fact that hogwarts is huge, and has a ton of stairs with, canonically at least, no elevators or ramps, meaning he’d have to use more energy on a daily basis than a lot of us in the modern real world have to with ADA (this is not to say all campuses are accessible, but a lot are at least partially so). there’s the fact that some of the classes, like DADA, are a lot more physically involved than the classes many college students are taking in the real modern world. and going back to the attendance itself, we don’t know if hogwarts grades on attendance but a lot of modern day public schools require attendance and if you miss too many days you cannot move on regardless of grades. as for college, a lot of professors at smaller universities grade on attendance and hogwarts seems to have relatively small class sizes. so if professors aren’t willing to be flexible on that? his grades would be shit just from sheer number of absences.

then there’s the fact that remus may not be old but he has been ill for a very long time, having been bitten so young. if we think of lycanthropy as a progressive illness, which seems likely based on various canonical descriptions, it will have had a lot of time already despite his young age.

also what makes lycanthropy different from a lot of real illnesses is the routine nature of the flares. he will have at least one flare every single month. with a lot of real illnesses people can go months without flares when they’re on proper treatment. they’re unpredictable and randomized, you might have twelve one semester and two the next. lycanthropy guarantees he will be sick for at least a day every single month, but likely more (because i don’t think there’s a lot of detail on this in canon but i find it immensely hard to believe that the full moon would only affect him the night of).

and lastly for many chronically ill people success in academia depends quite strongly on how accommodating and flexible professors are. we don’t know much about the marauders era professors iirc, so we don’t know if they’re decent people who would allow him flexible deadlines when he’s ill or not. we don’t know if they’re prejudiced against werewolves and refuse to accommodate one. i might be forgetting some details bc i haven’t read the canon series in many years but even if we meet some of them i know for sure we don’t know them all. plus just because someone seems nice from a 2-minute flashback doesn’t mean they aren’t ableist etc. and depending on the illness, the severity, etc pushing through just is not always physically possible! yes there is a certain extent to which you can ignore your needs and overuse energy you don’t have but it’s not always possible. my brain fog has been really bad this semester. i can force myself to do all the readings for my classes, but i physically cannot force the information to stick in my brain, so going through the motions does shit for my grades. we don’t really know what kinds of symptoms he has but if remus is injured and physically cannot, say, go gather plants from the forest for herbology, or he gets dizzy/lightheaded and cannot brew a potion bc the steam/heat will actually make him pass out, or whatever else, it won’t really matter how hard he tries or wants to push through. to be completely candid about something i’ve not even said out loud yet, i’ve had to give up on my dreams of going to law school because i am physically unable to maintain the grades necessary to get into a decent school, or to do the amount of reading law school entails, despite my best desperate attempts at pushing through even when it’s destroying me mentally and physically.

anyways, as i said this isn’t to negate anything anyone else said, it’s just my own interpretation of things! ultimately we’re working off of very little canon information about this and i’m not here to tell anyone their experiences are wrong. i think it’s a really interesting conversation to have though.

people who think rjl would have really good grades have never been chronically ill and had to miss school consistently because of it. I'm sure he was smart! I'm sure he did really well on tests! but there has never been a character I'm more sure struggled to achieve the academic success that he was capable of.

[elainsgirl]

i absolutely don’t believe this will happen, but let’s say hypothetically maas throws all three books of elriel build up and foreshadowing down the drain and makes elucien canon (i’ll be generous for the antis and add gwynriel in this fantasy too). you know what that will mean? that maas is a bad author. point blank. you don’t write all these intricate things that very obviously points to one thing and then suddenly pivot to something else after one book. but the thing is, maas in not a bad writer. she just unfortunately has a lot of readers who completely misunderstand the story she is trying to tell. which is a shame

EXACTLY.

What author introduces a supposed love interest so late into the series, in fact in a spinoff? That too, doesn’t even make them offical love interests? What author would have the male character ready to beg on his knees for one woman, only to end up with someone he wouldn’t consider a friend? Even for elucien - look at what Mass has wrote about them. “What if the cauldron was wrong?” “I cringed at the thought of them” “she was nothing like Jesminda” “I dont want a mate” “she shrank back, losing her new found boldness” Elain not even using or admiring Luciens gifts, ready to kiss another man without hesitation despite her mate being up stairs.

Elucien and Gwynriel have the worst build ups ever. So many people who haven’t even read the bonus, aka hundreds of thousands of readers, would be so confused about why you now have a book starring Az and Nesta’s friend when he was in acosf sharing charged glances with Elain and following the sound of her laugh. As for Elucien, its like, just why. Why would Sjm have questioned eluciens bond? Why have Feyre wonder why elriel aren’t mates? Why didn’t she give Elucien an imagery like she did w Vassien and Elriel. Its just so unnecessarily complicated and confusing- It doesn’t seem like Sjm,

Sjm who plans in advance, if Gwynriel was always meant to be - you’d think she would’ve set them up a lot sooner. If elucien was always endgame - what was the point of elriel ? Its just a useless complication. Elucien had angst without elriel being added, that Mass could have built on. She didn’t.

Unfortunately, Sjm has readers that are too biased to accept what she is planning. Readers that quite frankly- are expecting a LOT from her when in the end - Sjm follows the easy path. I dont think - romance wise - she’s into plottwists or things that would require a lot of retconning anymore, especially for ACOTAR.

[artsyannierose]

Just in case you didn't know, “Ames” was always a fan nickname for Sonic to use with Amy in mostly shipping fanfics in the early 2000s until Sonic Boom where they used it a bunch. Then they made it canon in IDW. And I don’t know about you, but if Sonic has a nickname for Amy despite her crushing on him, I think it’s proof that he likes her back.

can’t say i was around for the early 2000s lol but I’m aware it used to be a fanon thing in fics so that’s why i was so shocked to find out that its canon BECAUSE of those

Sonic Boom was my first exposure to the sonic series…can you believe there was a point in my life where i only shipped boom sonamy and not modern sonamy i still hate myself for that

But I thought it was canon in the mainline games that he called her Ames! It’s not till after i read the idw comics (while the metal virus saga was going on) that I realized he didn’t. Which is funny because not much later he started calling her that help

BUT YES I AGREE WITH YOU “Ames” isn’t even a close friends nickname its literally Sonic’s special nickname for her. Like. Bro. It’s the most couple-sounding familiarity your can GET from a name like Amy

DUDEEEEEE WHAT DO YOU MEAN SONIC HAS A VERY BOYFRIEND SOUNDING NICKNAME FOR HER THAT ONLY HE USES LIKE YALL EXPECT ME TO JUST OVERLOOK THAT WELL I BEG TO DIFFER!!!

I still love that sega is watching their fans and implementing small things like this…

[kikyoupdates]

Otherworldly Attraction ⭑˚🔮⭑ 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟’𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑡

yandere!jjk x f!reader

yandere, reverse harem, isekai, jujutsu kaisen x fem!reader, slowburn, slowburn yandere

You don't know how or why, but you've been isekai'd into the world of Jujutsu Kaisen. Although your first instinct is to stay away from the plot, you've been blessed with an abnormal amount of cursed energy, and for better or worse, you find yourself sucked into the storyline. You decide that you may as well use your newfound powers for the greater good, and if you're lucky, you might succeed in rewriting some of the characters' fates. But it turns out that your presence in this world is an even bigger deal than you first thought, and soon, everyone wants to make you theirs.

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“[Name], Yuji, and Nobara. Today, I want the three of you to go and exorcize the curses inside that building,” Gojo instructs. “Consider it a practical test. I’m interested in seeing what you guys can do.” 

Balls. 

You had a feeling that things would turn out this way. In the canon story, Fushiguro was the only one who waited outside along with Gojo. He already has experience using cursed techniques and all that stuff. You and Itadori are both newbies, and Gojo isn’t familiar with Nobara either, so it's hardly surprising.

In any case, you should be fine. Nothing tragic is set to happen today. As long as you play it safe and let Itadori and Nobara take care of everything, it shouldn’t be a big deal. If nobody’s life is at stake, you’d rather not risk messing with the storyline too much and just let it unfold. It’s not like you know how to fight yet anyway. 

“Well, I guess that’s fine by me, but I’m surprised there are curses just lurking around all over the place,” Itadori remarks. 

“How do you not even know simple things like this?” Nobara scowls. 

“Ah, right, you still haven’t heard what happened. The truth is, neither Yuji or [Name] have been trained as jujutsu sorcerers yet,” Gojo explains. He proceeds to point towards Itadori. “This guy ate a cursed object, and now he’s become Sukuna’s vessel. As for [Name], she naturally has a lot of cursed energy, but she doe

sn’t seem to know how to use it.”

“He ate a cursed object?!” Nobara exclaims, immediately taking refuge behind you. “Disgusting! That’s seriously gross! What’s wrong with you?!” 

“You know, ever since we met, I feel like you’ve done nothing but insult me,” Itadori grumbles. “Anyways, sensei, I don’t mind going in there, but I thought before you said that only a curse can exorcize a curse. I still don’t know any jujutsu.” 

“Since you’re Sukuna’s vessel, you’re pretty much a half-curse already. Cursed energy is flowing through your body. But of course, I can’t expect you to control it right away, so for now, use this.” 

sn’t seem to know how to use it.”

“He ate a cursed object?!” Nobara exclaims, immediately taking refuge behind you. “Disgusting! That’s seriously gross! What’s wrong with you?!” 

“You know, ever since we met, I feel like you’ve done nothing but insult me,” Itadori grumbles. “Anyways, sensei, I don’t mind going in there, but I thought before you said that only a curse can exorcize a curse. I still don’t know any jujutsu.” 

“Since you’re Sukuna’s vessel, you’re pretty much a half-curse already. Cursed energy is flowing through your body. But of course, I can’t expect you to control it right away, so for now, use this.” 

You suppose it doesn’t really make much of a difference who you’re with. There are only a few curses inside this building, and every single one of them will be exorcized by either Itadori or Nobara. You know Gojo is curious to see how you’ll fare, but realistically, your help isn’t going to be needed. 

“Don’t worry,” Nobara reassures. “Just stick with me. I’ll take care of all the curses. You won’t get hurt.” 

Damn. The difference between how she treats you and Itadori is like night and day. 

Not that you’re complaining. 

You stay close to her side, and she eventually stops upon entering one of the rooms. There are a bunch of mannequins scattered around. You already know what’s about to happen here, even without her saying anything. 

“Hey, you,” Nobara points. “The curse over there. The mannequin in the middle. Are you seriously planning on hiding? Do you take me for a fool? If you’re not gonna come out, then… fine. I’ll just exorcize you as you are.”

She pulls out her hammer and several nails, and right as the curse springs to action, she shoots out her nails and lands several direct hits. The cursed corpse mannequin teeters backwards, but already, the damage has been inflicted. Nobara imbues all of her nails with cursed energy. That thing was done for the moment they hit their mark. 

“Easy peasy,” Nobara proudly states. She flashes you a bright smile, and you quickly return it with a smile of your own, but you know that the battle isn’t truly over. 

Moments later, you hear the sound of a child whimpering in fear. 

“Ah. There’s a kid,” Nobara remarks. She leans forward slightly. “It’s okay now. I took care of that thing, so you don’t need to keep hiding.” 

As expected, the little boy furiously shakes his head in refusal, and Nobara sighs, taking a step back. 

“I guess it’s true that children are naturally more wary of beautiful women like us. It can’t be helped. We’ll just have to call Itadori and wait for him to—” 

She’s cut off by the sound of the boy screaming, and you when you blink, sure enough, there’s a curse holding him hostage—and giggling, no less. 

Well, I already knew this would happen. 

It’s alright. The boy isn’t really in danger, because any moment now, Itadori will burst through the wall behind it and rescue him, giving Nobara the opportunity to exorcize the curse. Of course, it hurts to see a child suffering like that, afraid that their life might be about to end, but you choose to believe that everything will unfold the way it’s supposed to. Itadori will have already finished killing the curse he encountered by now. There’s no reason he wouldn’t come looking for the two of you. 

And yet, things don’t go the way you expect them to. 

The fact that you’re even here right now means that sometimes, the story will change. 

Nobara sets her hammer and nails down and raises her hands above her head, signaling to the curse that she won’t attack. You do the same, dropping your blade so that it realizes there’s no imminent danger. You know the curse won’t let go of the kid, but it won’t kill him, either. At least, not by the time that Itadori shows up. 

Something seems off, though. And you’re suddenly hit with a wave of déjà vu. 

For some reason, you’re reminded of the way that other curse reacted to you. The one you encountered inside Sugisawa High. The one that got really, really mad when it locked eyes with you. 

This one’s starting to look pretty mad too. 

Without warning, the curse tosses the boy to the side, making him collide against one of the walls. It all happens so fast that you can barely even process it. One second, the curse is still a few meters away, and in the next, it’s right in front of your eyes, unhinging its huge mouth as its razor-sharp nails descend on you from above. 

Neither you nor Nobara are able to pick up your weapons in time. The curse is already upon you, and it brings you crashing down to the ground, one swipe away from clawing your face off. 

What’s… happening? 

You thought you were safe. You thought that by now, Itadori would be here. You thought that the curse would still be backed against the wall, where it had a blind spot, and was vulnerable to being attacked from behind. Everything you expected, all of the knowledge that you were so sure of… it was wrong. It didn’t go the way you thought it would.  

Nobara scrambles to try and shoot her nails out again, but it’s too late. You’re disoriented and vulnerable. You’re just short of being mauled. 

In that moment, you feel it. 

You feel the hot, dizzying pulse of energy that ripples through your body. You feel as if your nerves are on fire, like everything around you is inoffensive. Harmless.

For just a second, you feel powerful.

“Get the fuck off me!” you scream, and your hand makes contact with the curse’s body, just for a moment, before the energy flows out of your body, expands, and obliterates the curse right where it stands. 

Your vision fades in and out. The weight that was pressing down on you moments ago is gone, just like that. The curse is nowhere to be seen. 

…did you do that? 

While you regain your bearings, Nobara runs over to the little boy and makes sure that he’s okay. There’s a bit of bleeding from where the curse lightly sliced into his neck, and he collided with the wall pretty forcefully, but it doesn’t look like there’s any serious, permanent damage. Thank goodness. 

“I’m here!” someone cries out—and it’s none other than Itadori, who finally made his appearance by breaking through the wall. Realistically, he probably got here right around the same time he did in canon, but those few seconds just now could have been the difference between life and death for you. 

Itadori looks around, confused. “Huh? For a second, I thought… I felt a curse or something around here. Was I wrong?” 

“There was one. But [Name] exorcized it,” Nobara says. She pats the little boy’s head, then turns towards you with a frown. “I thought you didn’t know how to use cursed energy, but you actually pulled it off. You didn’t even need the cursed tool.” 

Itadori helps pull you to your feet, and you dust yourself off, still somewhat in disbelief. You’re uninjured, luckily. The curse wasn’t awfully powerful, but you wonder how much damage it could have inflicted on you if you hadn’t killed it in time. Honestly, you don’t even want to imagine. You’re just glad to have all your limbs intact.

“Are you alright?” Itadori asks worriedly. “Man. I don’t even have a single clue how to use jujutsu yet, but you actually killed that curse bare-handed? You’re awesome, [Name]! I didn’t realize you were already so strong!” 

“I… just got lucky,” you admit. “It was like some kind of reflex. I doubt I’m good enough to consciously control it and trigger it on my own. But I’m glad everyone’s okay. That’s the only thing that matters.” 

Yeah. Everyone’s safe, including the little boy. But once again, things changed. It was only a slight deviation from the main plotline, but the fact remains that the curse acted differently because you were here. 

What if that happens in the middle of an important event? What if it happens against a much more powerful enemy? 

…what if you end up causing more harm than good?

You clench your fists. No. Thinking about it like that is way too scary. You already made up your mind. Right now, you’re just not strong enough. Which means the only thing to do is improve. Until you’re confident enough to be able to protect everyone. 

“Let’s go,” you say, putting on a brave face. “I’m gonna make Gojo treat us to a yummy meal.”

“Ew! No way!” Nobara exclaims. “Why do I have to live in the same place as these stinky boys?!”

“Fushiguro, she called us stinky again,” Itadori pouts, repeatedly jabbing his dark-haired classmate in the ribs. “Are you really going to stand for that? Hey. C’mon. Seriously, do something about it.” 

Unfortunately, Fushiguro doesn’t intend to do anything, and instead, he proceeds to ignore everyone and march to his room. 

Aw. What a cute, socially-awkward little bean he is. 

It’d be nice if he didn’t think I was a pervert, though. 

“You’re not stinky, Itadori,” you reassure, and that’s pretty much all it takes for his expression to brighten up. 

“If you say so, [Name], then I know it must be true,” he beams. 

Nobara glances between the two of you, lips pursed. “So… are you guys dating, or what?” 

“I wish—” you start, but you manage to clamp your hand over your mouth, just in the nick of time. 

Holy shit, that was so close. You almost just exposed yourself as the number one simp in the history of all simps. Even Itadori, as much of a sweetheart as he is, wouldn’t be able to look at you the same if he knew you were lowkey (highkey) thirsting over him. 

“W-We’re just friends,” you reply, quickly collecting yourself. “Like I said before, we briefly attended the same high school. I transferred in late, so we’ve only known each other for a few weeks, but I guess it helps that we’re already familiar with each other.”

“You’re way too pretty to be friends with someone like him,” Nobara states matter-of-factly. “I bet he ate his boogers as a kid.” 

Wow. She actually said it to his face this time. 

“I didn’t do that,” Itadori insists, but based on Nobara’s expression, you can tell she’s not buying it.

You turn towards your new classmate with a smile. “I think it’s cool that we all get to live together. Gojo wanted to put all the first-years in the same building. He thought it’d be more fun that way, and I agree. We have separate bathrooms from the boys, obviously. I don’t see the problem.” 

“Well, the problem is that they could sneak into my room in the middle of the night and try to steal my underwear or something.”

“Um, Itadori would never do something like that, and Fushiguro would probably sooner die than be labeled a panty thief. Also, these doors lock. So, I’m pretty sure they have no way of getting into your room.”

Nobara stares at Itadori through narrowed eyes. “Still. I bet they’ll find a way. Perverts stop at nothing to get what they want. If you try anything funny, I’ll kick your ass, just so we’re clear.” 

“Why am I being accused of stealing underwear all of a sudden?” Itadori sighs. “I’m too tired for this. I think I’m gonna start getting ready for bed. Goodnight, [Name]. Goodnight, Kugisaki.” 

He waves you off with a smile, and he smiles at Nobara too, but she responds by making a slicing motion across the base of her neck.

Oh, well. She’s a little rough around the edges right now, but you know that she’s actually a really good friend. She cares about people, even if she doesn’t let it show from the start.

Inside the communal girls’ bathroom, you and Nobara brush your teeth in front of the big mirror, and you watch, incredulous, as she pulls out a gigantic box and sets it down on the counter. 

You spit into the sink and wipe your mouth. “What’s that?” 

“My skincare products,” Nobara simply responds. The box opens like some kind of treasure chest, and you can hardly even count the number of items inside. 

“Whoa. You use all that stuff?” 

“Of course. How else do I think I maintain my pretty face?” 

“I just use this thingy,” you shrug, pointing to your tiny little bottle of facial wash—which looks rather pitiful in comparison to Nobara’s treasure trove.

Nobara lets out a loud, offended gasp. “Seriously? That’s the only step in your skincare routine? Where’s the toner? Where’s the moisturizer? Do you even exfoliate?” 

“Back in my old world—I mean, back when I lived in a different city, I used to wash my face with soap. Trust me, this is a step up.” 

Similar to Fushiguro, Nobara proceeds to stare at you with a mixture of both horror and disgust. 

“You’re way too pretty to be ruining your skin this early,” Nobara sighs. “Here. I’ll let you borrow some of my skincare products. You clearly have good genes, but if you’re not careful, you’ll damage your skin and it’ll all be wasted. We can go shopping together sometime to pick out what you need.” 

You grin. “So, you’re asking me out on a shopping date?” 

“Sure,” Nobara chuckles. “That’s one way of putting it. I’m seriously jealous now. I can’t believe you look so cute when you’re putting in minimal effort.” 

Hehe. Nobara thinks I’m cute. 

You decide to take her up on her offer and try following the very lengthy steps of her skincare routine, and it’s definitely working, because by the time you’re done, your face feels fresher than ever. 

“Wow,” you marvel. “Nobara, feel my cheeks. They’re super-duper soft.” 

“Of course,” she proudly replies, flipping her hair. “Don’t ever doubt me again. I’m an expert when it comes to this kind of stuff. There’s seriously nothing to do in the countryside. I spent a bunch of time reading up on beauty tips and fashion, just waiting for the chance to live in a big city. I don’t know why your family ever moved to the countryside in the first place. Didn’t it feel like absolute torture?” 

“Not really. I didn’t mind it. And I got to meet Itadori at my old high school, which was nice.” 

“Hm. Well, I’m glad you didn’t have a bad experience.” Nobara crosses her arms, looking rather downcast all of a sudden. “I used to have a friend that moved to the countryside from a bigger city, just like you. Her name is Saori. She was super nice, and you honestly remind me of her a bit. People make the countryside sound like it’s so laid-back and filled with nothing but kind, warm-hearted people, but they can actually be pretty cruel. Back where I lived, all of the villagers decided to bully Saori, claiming some bullshit that she was secretly looking down on them. In the end, they ended up driving her out of the village and making her move away. Isn’t that horrible?” 

Right. That was one of the reasons she grew to resent the countryside that much more. You’ll never understand why people choose to hurt others for no reason. 

Then again, in a world as cutthroat and brutal as Jujutsu Kaisen, you honestly shouldn’t be surprised.

“I’m lucky that people never bullied me like that,” you acknowledge. Truly, you can’t say you had any particularly upsetting experiences back in the real world. You lived a fairly average, otherwise unremarkable life. Perhaps that’s why you’ve been isekai’d here, of all places. Perhaps someone out there felt your life was too easy and decided to give you a challenge. Who knows, really. 

The only thing you do know is that it’s far too late to turn your back on these people. And even if it’s scary, even if it’s downright terrifying, you’d like to help them. 

“I’m sorry your friend had to go through something like that,” you say, gently patting Nobara on the back. “And I’m sorry that you had to be apart from her because of what those villagers did. I hope that you’ll be able to see her again someday. I have a feeling it’ll happen.”

Nobara stares at you wide-eyed, not quite sure how to respond. Maybe she’s not used to being comforted because she’s such a strong person and doesn’t ever show weakness.

But her expression makes it clear that she appreciates your words. 

“You really do remind me of Saori,” Nobara grins, pulling you into a hug. “You’re both so nice. Saori was really pretty like you, too. If that old guy from earlier today would’ve seen the two of us together, I bet he’d have scouted us to be models in a heartbeat.”

You chuckle softly. You never imagined yourself in the modeling industry, but Nobara’s confidence makes you feel like you really could have had a shot at it. It would definitely be easier than being a jujutsu sorcerer. 

If only. 

“Alright, well, I’m gonna head to bed now,” Nobara says, finally shutting her massive, treasure chest-like box of skincare products. “Beauties like us need all the rest we can get. I don’t know about you, but I do not want to wake up with eye bags.” 

“I’ll go to sleep soon, too. I think I just want to step outside for a bit and get some fresh air before I turn in.” 

“Alright. Goodnight, [Name]. See you in the morning.” Nobara glances around and grits her teeth. “Pray that none of the boys try to steal our underwear while we sleep.” 

You laugh as she walks off, and the image of Itadori and Fushiguro sneaking around like ninjas as they rifle through your clothing drawers is almost too funny. Fushiguro especially. You can’t think of a single person who’d be less likely to pull some shit like that. 

After tucking your belongings back in your room, you make your way out of the dorm building. There’s a full moon tonight, and you lift your head towards the clear sky, relishing the sensation of the slight breeze that caresses your cheeks. 

“...can’t sleep?” 

You blink, somewhat alarmed, only to find Gojo standing mere inches away from you. The way he just sometimes manifests in the blink of an eye… it’s kind of freaky. Although you’d expect nothing less of the strongest sorcerer. 

“Sensei, don’t sneak up on me like that,” you huff. “I almost had a heart attack.” 

“My bad,” Gojo chuckles. “I was just stopping by to make sure you’d all gone to bed. There’s a barrier around the school, so it’s not necessarily dangerous to wander around, but you’re still students. There are rules and curfews in place.” 

“I wasn’t going to go anywhere. I just wanted a bit of fresh air.” 

“Well, I guess that’s fine, then. Don’t worry,” he grins, pressing a finger to his lips. “I won’t tell on you.” 

God. This man is way too attractive for his own good.

“Was there something on your mind?” Gojo hums. “You did pretty well for your first day, considering you have no clue how to even control your cursed energy. I’m guessing what happened earlier today was an instinctive response. You still need actual training. But you’ve undoubtedly got potential.” 

“Well… there are a few things,” you admit. “I’m just a bit… nervous. I guess. About everything. Does that make me a coward?” 

“I’d say that’s the normal response in your position. Yuji’s an exception. He adapts to situations very quickly, and even though he’s scared, he’s the type to jump right in when others are in trouble. But it’s not like he’s immune to fear either. No one is immune to fear.” 

There’s a pause, and moments later, he’s got a goofy smile on his face. 

“Well, except for me, of course!” 

You sigh. “I admire your confidence, sensei. If I could have even a fraction of it, that’d be amazing. But I’ll probably just have to find my own way of coping.” 

Gojo chuckles again. He doesn’t say anything for a while, and you awkwardly kick at a few leaves that have fallen to the ground, but when you turn back to look at him again, his blindfold has been pulled off. 

And he’s even closer to you than before. 

“To be honest, my eyes are pretty good at reading the flow of cursed energy,” he says, and sure enough, the pale blue eyes you find yourself staring into are so piercing, so bright, that you may as well be under a spell. You can’t bring yourself to look away.

Gojo’s smile slips, just for a moment. 

“I don’t really know how to describe it, but your cursed energy flows differently than what I’ve become accustomed to. It feels unnatural. It’s almost like some kind of glitch. You know how like in video games, there are lags sometimes and the images get all choppy? Or the screen will randomly freeze up? Sort of like that. It just… doesn’t really sit right with me.” 

You swallow. Of course, you instinctively know that this has to do with the fact that you’ve been isekai’d. Your existence in this world already doesn’t make sense. It figures that the power you’ve been imbued with doesn’t make much sense either. 

He’s suspicious of you, and for good reason, but you doubt anyone would ever come to the conclusion that you’re from a different world. It’s unfathomable. Even if you told people outright, they still wouldn’t believe you. 

In his eyes, you are an enigma, and you can only hope that the mystery that surrounds you won’t be the reason for your demise. 

“So… you’re calling me weird,” you mumble, pretending to look embarrassed. 

Now that you can clearly see the entirety of Gojo’s face, you’re able to pick up on even the smallest changes in his expression, like the way his eyes widen slightly, and the subtle lift of his brows.

His smile returns, even brighter than before. 

“Haha! Well, I won’t deny it. Objectively speaking, your situation is weird. But the same can also be said of Yuji, so don’t worry about it too much. I just felt like saying what was on my mind. It wasn’t my intention to shame you.” 

He happily pats your head—which has since become your absolute favorite thing—then places his blindfold back on. Which is kind of a shame, because you can’t see those beautiful eyes of his anymore. Oh, well. It was nice while it lasted. 

“Time to get some sleep,” Gojo says, gently pushing you forward. “If I catch you outside again, I might have to act the part of a strict teacher for once. You wouldn’t like to see me when I’m grumpy.” 

“I like seeing you all the time, sensei.” 

“Is that so? I’m flattered,” he muses, still pushing you into the building. “But I’m afraid your sweet talk won’t work on me. Believe it or not, even I can be responsible. Well, sometimes.” 

You step inside the building and turn back to face him. This whole time, you haven’t even stopped to consider that he’s just seen you in your pajamas, and suddenly, you feel your entire face flush. 

Hopefully he thinks the little teddy bear print you’re wearing today is cute. 

“Goodnight, sensei,” you say, politely bowing your head. “You work really hard, so I hope you’ll be able to get some rest. You deserve it.”

You wave him off with a big smile before he can even respond, and he watches as you excitedly scurry off in those cute pajamas of yours, nearly tripping over your own feet in the process. You’re admittedly a bit clumsy, which isn’t ideal for a jujutsu sorcerer, but hopefully your natural strength can compensate for it. 

Besides, even if he can’t really put it into words, he enjoys being around you. You’re entertaining. Despite the fact that nothing about you makes any sense. 

A grin splits across Gojo’s lips. 

You might end up becoming his favorite student at this rate. 

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Keepsafes

Fandom: Batman, DC Comics

Summary: AU where Martha and Thomas survive, and they adopt the batkids.

Chapters: 46/?

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Thomas Wayne, Martha Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Harvey Dent, Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain, David Cain, Talia al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Tim Drake

Relationships: Thomas Wayne/Martha Wayne/Alfred Pennyworth, BruHarvey, BruTalia

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Hurt/Comfort, Bruce Wayne is Not Batman, Angst, Alfred Pennyworth Knows All, Bruce Wayne Only Has One Child, Bruce Wayne is Not An Only Child, Bi Bruce Wayne

Chapter Forty-Six: Love

A few weeks after David Cain was detained, Harvey knocked on Cassandra’s room door to speak to her. Everyone else attempted to, but she shut herself in her room and refused to speak to anyone. “Cassandra, you don’t have to talk. I just wanted to hang out here. I figured you’d understand,” Harvey stated as he stood outside. Cassandra opened her door and pointed to the movies in the corner of the room and her TV on the other side. 

Harvey nodded and picked a movie before plopping down on the beanbag chair next to her. “I was never as brave as you were. I never could’ve fought my dad,” Harvey whispered as he moved his bangs out of the way to show her the healed gash on his head. “Bruce stitched me up after my dad threw a bottle at me.” 

Cassandra looked at his head before rolling up the back of her shirt to show Harvey two bullet wounds. “Gun,” Cassandra replied as she pantomimed shooting. 

“Yikes,” Harvey replied, “Are you sad about Davi—? About your father?” 

Cassandra nodded, and Harvey sighed. “I still love my dad, but I know he’s not a good person. You can’t change how you feel, but it doesn’t make you the same as him. It makes you good because you can love him even after how he hurt you,” Harvey stated. 

“Love… makes you good?” Cassandra questioned. 

“Love makes you want to try to be good,” Harvey explained, “And everyone understands how you feel. Even if they don’t know what happened to you for sure… They understand that you are as good as it gets. You’re a wonderful person.” 

“I am?” Cassandra asked. 

“Mhm. But you can’t stay in here all day hiding from your family. Especially Thomas. You saved his life, and he misses you,” Harvey whispered. Cassandra’s bottom lip quivered as she wiped tears from her eyes. “Jeez Louise, Cassie, I didn’t mean to make you—.”

She got up and ran to Thomas’ office, embracing him as she wept quietly. “What’s wrong, Cassiepillar? You can tell me,” Thomas whispered. 

“Love you,” Cassandra mumbled. 

“Aww, I love you too… You don’t have to be upset, sweetpea. I love you so much,” Thomas smiled. “And that’s why I’ve decided to stay home even after I’m all better. We’re gonna spend so much time together.” 

“Yeah?” Cassandra asked. 

“Uh-huh,” Thomas chuckled. 

**

Dick woke up in the middle of the night with a fever and knocked on his parents’ door. “Dad? Dad!” Dick rasped. He pounded on the door with tears in his eyes. “Dad!” 

“Door’s unlocked, Dick!” Thomas shouted in reply. Thomas transferred into his chair as Dick opened the door. Thomas approached Dick and got a good look at him in the dark. “Come on. Let’s talk in your room, so Alfred and your mom can get some sleep.” 

Dick nodded, still panicking as he followed Thomas down the hall to his room. And as soon as he realized it wasn’t panic that he felt, he ran to the bathroom to throw up. Thomas waited for Dick to return, and he turned the lights on low. Dick stepped out of the bathroom, shaking and sweating. “It’s alright… You’re sick. Do you want me to stay with you?” Thomas asked. They hadn’t had a chance to talk about that night with Cassandra and David. Thomas knew he’d have to talk about it, but he wasn’t looking forward to that conversation. 

Dick nodded and climbed into bed before letting Thomas climb in next to him. Thomas sat up and tensed up in shock as Dick grasped Thomas’ shirt and held it tight in his fists. “I don’t wanna lose you,” Dick whispered, “I—. I want you to adopt me.”

“Okay. We’ll talk about it again when you feel better,” Thomas whispered. Dick shivered, and Thomas pulled the blankets up over him. “I’m not going anywhere. I don’t think you’ve ever been sick here… I wonder why now…” 

“I can’t sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see you falling. Over and over and over… The sound is a lot flatter than most people realize. It makes your stomach jump,” Dick whispered. Thomas looked ahead, so he wouldn’t have to face the look on Dick’s face. “I think the worst part of seeing someone die is the thought that they’re supposed to get back up. You can’t—. You can’t wake them up, but your brain doesn’t process that in real-time, so you’re just—. Every second before you realize they’re never coming back feels like years… Even still, some days I wake up thinking that I’m going to see them. Do you understand?” 

Tears streamed down Thomas’ cheeks. “I hear your voice,” Thomas stated in a broken whisper, “I hear you begging for help… I can feel your arms around me, pulling me back, and I—. I wasn’t choosing Cassie over you. I just—. 

“Having more than one child is something I never imagined. It’s hard enough having one human being around, loving them, and worrying about keeping them safe. Three children… I would’ve taken that dive for any of you without question.”

“Is Bruce—?” 

“He’s coming home. I know it’s hard to understand but the longer he’s away the more I understand. Bruce will come home when it’s time,” Thomas reassured Dick before looking down at Dick’s face. He couldn’t keep his eyes open. “You can go to sleep. I’ll be here.”

“I don’t want to… I don’t want you to leave—.” 

“I’ll be here. I’ll be here until you feel better,” Thomas whispered. 

**

Bruce followed Talia down the corridor to a bedroom that was twice the size of his room back home, and she handed him a change of clothes. He stood there for a moment, looking at her features, and they met eyes, startling him into averting his gaze. “You can look me in the eyes. I invite you to,” Talia whispered as she reached for his arm and froze. 

Bruce looked into her eyes. “Talia’s a beautiful name,” Bruce whispered. Talia laughed as Bruce moved her hair away from her face to get a better look. She leaned forward, and Bruce hesitated before pulling away. “I can’t… I don’t even know you. I don’t know why I’m here. Talia, I hope you understand that it isn’t a lack of—.” 

“We’re going to talk about that over dinner,” Talia whispered. Bruce swallowed hard. “And perhaps we should take a walk after… You and I.” 

Her eye contact made his throat dry, and his heart dropped into his stomach, feeling heavy and tight where it shouldn’t. “Okay… Well, I have to get dressed now,” Bruce said, almost commanding her to leave. Talia smirked. 

“Of course. Someone will come for you in a little while and bring you to dinner… And don’t panic if things have… changed, ” Talia whispered before leaving the room. 

Bruce stared into space as he thought about her words to him, and he stepped behind the curtains and looked in the mirror as he disrobed. He reached for his cock before noticing something strange. He touched his stomach, thumbing at where his scar should’ve been. He turned around and tried to see if he could see the exit wound scar on his back. “What the—?” Bruce shook his head climbed into the claw foot tub and sank under the water. He sat up pushing his hair back and taking a breath of air as he took the bar of soap and loofah hanging overhead. “I must be cracking up.”

[sunsets12]

I absolutely love your fic 'The Shark in Your Water'! It's amazing!

I’ve also really enjoyed the fic recommendations you’ve been sharing. I’d love it if you could recommend more fics, maybe from other fandoms like The Hunger Games, Harry Potter, Naruto, or something else!"

My fandom history is a bit all over the place, so I'll just rec some of my favorite fics of all time:

First fandom: The School for Good and Evil

(which if you've never read, has a phenomenal first book and an okay second and third. There is also a second and third trilogy I haven't even touched. + a Netflix movie, which admittedly isn't the best, but I love it anyway. Very much so a guilty pleasure for me. I would genuinely recommend watching the movie/reading the first book and then reading the following fics.)

Scott Street by astardanced (Agatha/Tedros):

Agatha and Sophie realise quickly that ‘going home’, and ‘living in Gavaldon for the rest of your miserable existence’, aren’t quite the same thing. With the barrier between Gavaldon and the Endless Woods permanently damaged, they’re offered a chance to return to the School, for what the Deans promise to be a ‘new and improved!’ and ‘much more serene!’ second year. Agatha doesn’t exactly believe them; but there are reasons why they might consider going back. A few… Well, anyway. Don’t be a stranger.

Remember how I said I didn't like the second book? This fic pretends the second book doesn't exist---it's a complete rewrite of it, and I love it a lot.

Simmer: Or, A True History of the Second Life of One Callis Wardwell, Witch, Who Cheated Death (And More Besides) by astardanced:

Making it out of two Gavaldon witch burnings alive takes a special kind of audacity. Thankfully, Callis has plenty of it. But chasing Agatha back into the Endless Woods, leads her directly into a web of lies, intrigue and backstabbing that points all the way back to Rafal, and her time at Evil. It’s lucky, then, that Callis’s infamous mother is so good at all of those things, because in order to survive this brutal extension of their tale, Agatha, Sophie and Tedros are going to need all the help they can get. But everyone knows parents are peripheral, in fairy tales. And being peripheral is much harder than it seems. They’ll do what they can. or, callis survives into the camelot years.

This follows the main character's (Agatha) mom, who is a single mother + a witch + has a cat companion who talks. I genuinely cannot think of a fic that was written more for my specific interests than this

Technically this is a sequel to another fic, but I didn't know that the first time I read it and I understood everything fine. I love this fic a lot.

Second fandom: Harry Potter

The Heir to the House of Prince by elph13 (need an ao3 account to read this) (Harry Potter/Theodore Nott):

"So you're adopted? "Supposedly." "So your Dad ... he's not ...?" "Seems like it." "Huh." Theo stares at Harry with those grey eyes that look silver in the cauldron smoke between them. "But you're the heir to this ... House of Prince, so he's probably -" "Yes. Probably." Harry looks at Theo sharply. "You don't know who he is, do you?" "No." Theo looks back just as sharply. "If I did, I would tell you. You know I would." "I do." Something loosens inside Harry's chest. Something that has been tightening ever since Cedric died. He may not have his friends, or Sirius, or even know who he fucking is anymore, but he has this. At least he has Theo. Summer of 4th year and Harry's all alone, dealing with his grief and the sudden revelation that James Potter is not his father. Support comes in a strange form. The form of Theo Nott, son of a death Eater. A strange friend who says he'll help him find his true father, whoever this Lord Prince might be.

This deviates drastically from canon, so if that's not your thing steer clear. With that being said, I remember this fic being very charming when I read it. Also major trigger warnings for suicide, torture, and child abuse (plus some other things I might be forgetting, it's been a hot minute since I last read this)

Too old to be this young by Nadia_Castillo (Harry Potter/Tom Riddle):

He was smiling. At Tom Riddle. He was going to get murdered before the year ends, he just knows. Alternate universe/Post-Hogwarts. warnings: mature themes, drinking, swearing. An adult Harry Potter with all his knowledge and experience is transported to his 23yo body in a universe with no war.

Crack, stupidly overpowered Harry, and simping Mister for Magic Tom Riddle. Still updating

Third fandom: DC (Batman/Superman specifically)

Batnesia by Qui (Superbat):

In which Bruce forgets a few key facts, and Clark has to go along with it. Or, the Bruce-Has-Amnesia Fic we've all been wishing for.

Every ship needs an amnesia trope fic

ship-to-ship combat by pomeloquat (Superbat)

"Clark. What the hell is this," Lois asks, staring at Clark's Bruceman WIP folder. Clark's first instinct is to fly away, but that would still leave his fic on display for her to see. His second instinct is to blast a hole straight through his laptop screen with his heat vision, which isn't much better. Clark, in an attempt to make some spare cash, unintentionally stumbles into the world of superhero fanfiction, becomes a prolific writer for Gotham's OTP, and tries his best to fend off rival fans who want him to convert to superbat instead.

Identity porn, crack, characters-are-involved-in-fandom trope

scramble by IHadHimOnTheRopes and rory_gone_mattie (Superbat):

The words on his skin were his everything. After everything he'd seen, done and been through, they were a reminder that Bruce Wayne still existed. That somewhere there was a person who would love him despite the coldness in his chest and the scars that roped their way across his skin. A reminder that he wasn't alone - that he wasn't destined to live forever in the shadows, silent and isolated. That somewhere out there was the other half of his soul. He just wasn't expecting the other half of his soul to be an alien.

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow? by poisonivory (Damian/Jon) (NSFW):

After years in the future with the Legion of Super-Heroes, Jon is finally back in Damian's life, and Damian's determined to keep him in this century. If that means a little fooling around between friends, so be it. It doesn't have to mean anything. (It just might mean everything.)

I love nineteen year olds being dumb

Forth fandom: Star Wars

The Emperor Skywalker Conspiracy by loosingletters:

The Emperor is dead and so is Darth Vader. So. Uh. Who exactly inherits the Galactic throne? Or, the Holonet discovers the existence of one Luke Skywalker and promptly makes it a meme. I present you the one long rant of a lone blogger trying to disentangle the mystery behind Luke Skywalker and his maybe inheritance of the Empire.

A blogger talks about the end of Return of the Jedi. Originally it had embedded memes, but they seem to be broken now, which is really sad. One-shot.

Fifth fandom: Danny Phantom

I Panicked, Okay? by newdog14:

“Danny, we can’t help you if you don’t tell us what’s going on,” his mother said, clearly picking up on his panic and gentling her tone, as if he were a skittish animal. “Whatever that ghost is doing to you, you can tell us. It’s not your fault, Sweetheart.” “No, Mom, he’s not…it’s not like that,” Danny said. Her reassurances were setting off all kinds of alarm bells, but they also gave him an idea. It wasn’t a good idea, not by any means, but he couldn’t think of anything better, and he needed to say something. “Then what is it like Danno?” his dad asked, giving Danny a worried look. He had the Fenton Xtractor in hand, and Danny spared it a wary glance before looking between his parents. Tucker was never going to let him live this down. “We’re dating!” "WHAT?!"

Don't you hate when you have to pretend to be dating your secret identity so you're parents don't accidentally destroy you with their ghost hunting weapons?

The Trouble with Ghosts by Lynse:

Lancer hadn’t realized how closely young Mr. Fenton’s school troubles-–and the secrets he surely wasn’t telling his parents–-were tied to ghosts until after that encounter with Phantom.

Okay, I last read this fic in 2020ish, so I don't remember it that well, but I really like outsider POVs and bookmarked this as one of my favorites, so!

[fateandloveentwined]

the musical and the brick: congruence

You know how I always said bring him home should not be in les mis, and it is not canon? I mean, it just occurred to me that even though Valjean didn’t save Marius at that time, he did eventually, and he even blessed Cosette and Marius’ marriage despite his unwillingness to do so, going so far as to proclaim his life’s work ended. And he saved Javert at that time, a far greater fear of his own (or was it that his love for Cosette surpassed that fear for his own imprisonment), showing how he has always been about love and redemption. It made me think, and I realise the tone of bring him home has never been wrong. You change some things and shift some timeframes in adaptations, and who am I to complain about one of the best numbers of this masterpiece?

(I didn’t get bring him home that much at the start. But someone close passed away, I looped it, and yeah, at times like those you suddenly see what the song is really about, and it’s beautiful.)

And when JVJ really sings it at the ending, it is so true to the story.

And same goes for the do you hear the people sing reprise at the finale. Because Victor Hugo wanted to write about fading into nihility. He wanted to write about death, about how lives don’t matter a hundred years down the road. Revolutions fade, compassion and genuine love and forgiveness reigns. But he wrote this in the 1850s, in the wake of France's 1848 revolution mess and he himself in self-imposed exile, the glaring failure of the second republic and the irony of napoleon III’s ascension shoved in his face. So he’s disillusioned with uprisings. He wants peace. But above all he still longs for liberty and egalite—at that point in the course of history we don’t even know if he still believes in the possibility of such a future. So instead Hugo writes about the fading of things, he writes about religion and he writes about love and compassion, he chooses to end the story with the fading life of Jean Valjean rather than the conviction of liberty of the ABC’s.

Despite all this, for just a little or a lot, in the heaven faraway and some time in their near future, for at least a brief respite of time, the chorus rings of a la volonte du peuple, and I suppose it will be what he wished for.

The musical is pretty congruent, all things considered.

(recommendation of the day: I was listening to Chris Jacobsen's BHH which made me write all this. So blame him.)

[🕯️les mis index]

[suja-janee]

Recent doodles!

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Bireena child stuff ->

[rose-tries-to-write]

Things I’ve learned about Danny Phantom after finally watching it as a person who avoided watching it for months and read fanfiction instead. 👍🏻✨

Spoiler warning, just in case!

They call themselves the Phandom. (Super cute, I love it, 10/10)

Everything, and I mean Absolutely Everything I’ve learned, is a fucking Lie. (Not fun. I have to rewrite my entire understanding. I feel betrayed. Offended. Gobsmacked. My flabbers are mf gasted. -5/10)

The show is actually really funny. (I enjoyed my experience. 9/10)

Fuck Phantom Planet. (What the fuck was that shit? Um, rewind, redo, no thx, give me back the ghostie boy please. I genuinely didn’t even finish the episode, I got to where he un-died and had to turn it off. I refuse to watch it now. 0/10)

The Phandom was right to steal canon and make it our bitch. (Trans Danny? More Dani/Ellie screen time? Actual plot and lore for the show? Actual in-depth thought to ghosts and their culture? Um, yes please. 1000/10)

Frostbite actually is a doctor. (I don’t know why, but I thought it was another thing the Phandom made up. Love to see it, 10/10)

Wes Weston deserves his own episode. (What do you mean he doesn’t actually exist. What do you mean I don’t get my LGBTQ+ undertones. This is homophobic /j. -10/10)

How do you tell when a ghost is intangible, invisible, or both?? (The show doesn’t have a differentiator between the two, so I’m always confused if people can just see him floating through walls. 3/10)

Guys in White literally do nothing but be annoying. (Another case of the Phandom Lying to us. I love it though, they make really good antagonists. 7/10)

The Fentons are stupid and mildly aggressive, but they do love their kids. (I read a lot of vivisection, child neglect, and general Bad Parents fics so excuse me on that front. 8/10)

Danny didn’t actually beat Pariah Dark? (I love the Ghost King Danny fics, so to find out all he did was shove him into a sarcophagus was a bit of a bummer. He struggles more with Undergrowth than the actual king, like?? 6/10)

He can reach inside himself to take things out. (He ate a spoon in one ep and just reached inside himself to take it out. Pretty cool. 9/10)

Is he actually dead? (Phantom Planet makes it seem as if he just got a bit too high a dose of ectoplasm in his system and it fucked him up, how else could he have just undone the damage? But, most of the Phandom says he legit died in the portal, in which case he could not have gone in and just un-killed himself like he did in Phantom Planet. I think he died, personally. More trauma and angst for my writing. ??/10)

Clockwork appears a lot less than I thought he would. So does Frostbite. (I thought with how much they appear in the Phandom, they must have really important and constant roles, but no. They appear very rarely. Sad face. 5/10)

Vlad sucks. (Vlad fucking sucks. 0/10)

Dani/Ellie is much younger in appearance than I thought. (I looked her up for reference when I first started reading the fics, but she looked 14-15. She actually looks 6-7 years old in show. They literally call her a kid. 8/10)

Dani is what she chose to be called, not a funny joke the Phandom played on itself. (I though it was a silly little haha moment. Nope. The show just… named her that. I think Ellie is the Phandoms choice in calling her?? 8/10)

Why is Danny obsessed with Paulina even while crushing on Sam? (He is actively blushing and flirting with Sam and then they’ll turn around and he’s jumping at the chance to talk to Paulina?? Hate it. 0/10)

Danny and Dash don’t actually date. (I saw this circle around the Phandom a bit, thought it was cute if a bit weird, and then it didn’t happen? 6/10)

No obsessions, no cores, no real reason for the ghosts to be terrorizing Amity Park. (I legit thought it was real in-verse stuff, I’m so disappointed in the lack of it in the show. It could have been so good. 3/10)

Danny doesn’t actually become friends with his ghosts. (They don’t really get along, ever. They don’t talk outside of fighting, except for those who actually like him. Missed opportunity. 4/10)

His Space obsession is actually just a few mentions of him wanting to be an astronaut? (I thought he genuinely had an obsession with the stars and we’d see a lot of him stargazing or word-vomiting about his hyper fixation, but no. Sad. 4/10)

He does go stargazing (maybe?) and flies around when he’s not fighting. (We see him going off as Phantom in the episode where Jazz finds out about him. There are no battles and he looks like he’s having fun flying around. 10/10)

He was called Inviso-Bill?? (Hilarious, I love it, why did no one ever tell me this. 7/10)

He says “Going Ghost!” every time he transforms. Every fucking time. (It’s annoying, it’s ugly, I hate it. I am so glad no fics mentioned this or used it, I think I’d go insane. -1000/10)

That’s all I got for today, and probably for a while. I just wanted to write it down for fun, but I might post more like this eventually.

[seagreenstardust]

I know I’m so lasered in on bkdk that I don’t often talk about togachako, but one of the things I’ve noticed this time around is how often Toga will lump Izuku and Ochako together when she’s talking about the people she loves. As far as Toga is concerned the two of them are interchangeable nearly from the beginning. If she means she loves Izuku romantically (as much as she’s able to understand it), then she’s also saying she loves Ochako romantically.

And it will never not floor me that Toga straight up compares Izuku and Ochako’s relationship to her own with Jin, then says immediately after how Jin was like a brother to her. In canon someone compared izu*cha to a sibling relationship. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: the way bkdk and togachako are written feels incredibly intentional. If they haven’t been building up to an eventual canon ending then this is the cruelest longest running fake out of all time

[rewordthis]

Oooh! Thank for your kind words, friend but I’m just a little human and I may have not the most correct takes on the story but I sure try to have an overall view and I most definitely don’t think I’m this off the mark.

Honestly speaking, I wanted to reply as soon as I saw your reblog but I have so much to say that I confused myself. lol

First of all, Trigun 98 is the first thing I watched and then Trigun Stampede and I know just what wikipedia has to offer for the big spoilers (mad about it, too btw) of the manga—so my knowledge is limited to that. Having mentioned that, each version is a completely different thing in my mind and consider each canon in only its respective version.

Now, I had wanted to do a review/analysis for each anime separately ever since I finished watching them both (September-November ‘24) but unfortunately, rl is being a bitch (excuse my French) so I never really got around to doing that. Anyway, I am only going to talk about the 98 anime twins’ character focal points, because this is the topic of the post.

Before that though, let me say this, what these fans agreed on—that maiming Knives in a direct analogy to removing a spider’s legs—basically means to torture and eventually do drive him to madness (even worse with how unstable he already is) and finally to death because a spider without its legs it’s no longer a predator and being unable to feed and execute the most basic of its needs aka to move and knit webs it will just die. So no point in Vash taking him back at this point, his IQ is too hight to act this stupid. Simple as that.

(Rest is under the cut because… long talk is LONG. 😬)

So let’s talk about Vash: First of all, from the very first episodes we are introduced to Vash, we hear Rem telling him that he is thinking like an old man; he is too skeptical, too careful and generally he tends to think and act a lot like an old man, possibly without curiosity or spontaneity (and even more setting him apart from Knives,who in retrospect may act a lot more like a kid). This is important, because it sets the base for Vash’s real character. Also, both twins are of an absurd IQ.

Next thing we see, is Vash acting like a loon. He is all over the place, acting funny/stupid. This carefree character is his persona. Fake acre to acre. This façade has very few, tiny holes though, something we see in bits and instances throughout the series, even more so when he’s really dropping the façade if his opponent has gone beyond just being dangerous but rather uncontrollable.

Vash is calculating and just as capable of being manipulative like Knives, he just won’t do it unless it’s absolutely necessary. He actively prefers being misleading and avoidant, just so he can move freely until he achieves his goal, to find and take “revenge” on Knives. But he also has kept Rem’s teachings as a means to keeping her close to him—out of love and reverence.

What Rem represents for Vash in this anime particularly, is both the ideal of a mother/lover and humanity’s potential. She is literally his God and connection to humanity, so her word is The Word. “The future is a blank ticket” and “everybody deserves a chance to have a tomorrow” and “no one but God has the right to choose who lives or dies—every life is important”. These are pretty straightforward and good messages—in theory—that Vash has taken to an extreme to preserve since he meddles even in things he’s got no business in, especially about the every life matters.

He is not just doing that for Rem, though. His main goal from the moment we see him (it is the afterglow of the July Incident), is Knives. He wants to save as many people as he can (and essentially atone for both the Great Fall & July) until he finds Knives. What we also find out halfway, is that he has absolutely no recollection of July and as he says “how he got here”. Which is giving us another perspective of his character as well; he was wandering alone after the incident not knowing how the angel arm worked or that he had nearly (possibly? who lives after being torn in half?) killed Knives. His anger about the fall was still what he presumably, remembers clearly and a vague sense of responsibility he most probably shoulders for the destruction of July—but July should only be a vague feeling for him and not as driving as the fall. And let’s not forget that while the twins wandered the desert, he did pick up that rock, ok? He just chose not to do it: because every life matters and… well, even as a genocidal sociopath, Knives is still his only brother. Also, Vash thrives in company.

Here, I want to point out that Vash in the anime uses mainly “ore” when referring to himself as an adult. This is a fairly rude way for men to refer to themselves and it shows nonchalance and generally being tough. But he also changes to a more meek/cute “boku” depending on the situation and how he wants to address politeness (either fake or heartfelt—the only distinction is the scene for this) to the person he speaks to. On the other hand, Knives uses “boku” throughout the entire anime. And honestly? I was fairly surprised by this. I really like these kind of characters because they are using politeness in a way that sets them apart from others, JJK’s Gojo also refers to himself with “boku”, btw. A kid usually uses “boku” during elementary and an adult when speaking with someone older or of a higher status. An adult that uses it all the time though, does it either do be more approachable (cute) or because he really sees himself as more gentle (meek). This ties back to Knives seeing himself in the butterflies and the plants in the spaceship’s garden. He is shown (from the little we see of him) aside from being manipulative and cold-blooded, as a rather fearful child so it wouldn’t be a stretch to say that he also feels fragile. Both he and Vash got regularly beaten, after all—to him, they are the butterflies. Also, when he fights with Vash over killing the spider, we have a moment of the twins freezing while looking at each other. That specific moment is a revelation to Knives for two things: a) Vash is far more stubborn than him thus potentially more dangerous (maybe to even himself) and b) he can not reason with him. This moment literally shows us Knives being scared of Vash.

Now, remember when I said that Vash held Rem as God; his sense of obedience and faith is shaken after he realises his own destructive power during the Fifth Moon, then Wolfwood died because of his (Rem’s) ideals and even more when he is finally killing someone himself, Legato. For the first time (as far as we can see), Vash experiences a detachment from his consciousness, as he very literally loses his cool and then realises how cruel and lethal he can be just like how Knives had said. This is the beginning of his unraveling, the loss of his faith in himself—he is not as innocent as he wanted to believe. Then, he lost a precious connection—a friend— because he wanted him to believe in Rem’s word, too and finally, committed a grave sin and he can only think of retribution by dying, to “go where Rem is”. This moment is heartbreaking, because after stubbornly living 130 years and condemning suicide since he is no God to take a life (not even his own), he’s finally so broken to seek death and Meryl is first seat spectator to his undoing. He literally undergoes a death of his ego in this moment, and tastefully so, if I may say.

Next thing is finally his face off with Knives. At this point I’m pretty sure that Vash is prepared for any outcome in this fight. Their fight is so intense because they both know each other much too well and are equals on both cunning and physicality. This is actually a fight that can only be settled eirher by a hair’s breadth of a difference in their strength or by luck and… Vash is lucky af. The second he grasps the punisher, Vash knows that he can win and thus to also have the chance to save Knives. It’s why he renders him immobile (and I don’t know how to scream that more! he doesn’t maim him! he renders him IMMOBILE! much like you pick a cat from the scruff!) so he can put an end to the fight—so he can be the winner. I don’t know how obvious this is, but throughout the anime, every opponent Vash won against, the fight was considered conclusive and they would all submit. Not one fight was restarted! So now we have: a) Vash finishing the dispute with Knives in an irrefutable way—Knives actually expects him to finish him as he lies bleeding. b) Every conclusive victory is permanent (within the anime at least). c) Knives will not go against Vash again because he is lowkey scared of him and now he is also proven “stronger”(or more stubborn, but that’s just me, I think). d) Knives will be forced to live in close proximity with humans for as long as he recuperates and Vash is going to be on his ass (prooobably) until they die.

And Vash. Vash after deciding that he will give Knives a new day to use his “blank ticket” is throwing away his coat because: a) he is no longer a messenger of Rem’s Word. He has killed and he is unfit to continue wearing Her colour. b) His quest is over. He has finally stoped Knives from wiping humanity out and has him in his care (or captivity, but he ain’t that cruel) and also the girls’ (Knives will be begging to be killed, trust me). c) He is also going to have new people to dedicate himself than Rem, which is Meryl, Milly and Knives. d) He is no more The Stampede, he has a family now that he reunited with Knives and he is going to become as domestic as possible and keep an eye on Knives. Sort of how a parent has their child on a “leash” kind of thing. NO MAIMING! NO! NOT EVEN A MENTION OF THAT THING!!! e) And eventually, since everything he has been through and all his quests and all his (self-inflicted) obligations (see Rem here) have come to an end, he is going to relax with jumping into other people’s arguments. I mean… he will bother to reconcile those around him—just look at him, he’s not stopping that shit any day soon—but he just won’t go around the planet for this. He can do that for his neighbours in the town he lives. f) He now knows how difficult it is to uphold Rem’s ideals for humans—and they do try to be kind and good, but after breaking down himself he understands the strides humans need to make. He is no longer that uptight about it. And finally f) He is freed from his persona. His family knows him, his brother and the girls know who he is and what he is capable of (Knives a little more that the girls, but still) and so there is no need for him to be The Stampede, anymore. Dude needs some much deserved rest and peace. ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

So because of all these reasons above, I am fairly sure that going back to treating Knives like how he used to while maintaining in the back of his mind of what they both are capable, he is going to have their guns destroyed—aren't they already? Or did he also tossed them right there... I don’t remember—I should rewatch the anime and make more on-point observations because writing so far by memory, I hope I’m not forgetting anything… Oops.

He will also make Knives participate in the everyday life, help with chores etc. Fairly sure that he will be a grumpy cat about it but will still do it—not because he owes Vash but because he literally stands there and smiles creepily at him until he does what he’s supposed to do.

And for crying out loud, I hope he finally remembered what Rem told him to do with Knives, because I’m 100% sure the woman told him to stay with him and take care of him and not to be a stubborn shit to him; I believe then he will be way more understanding of Knives and this will have the most impact on that feral stray, too. Btw.

Not sure if I make sense, but like… these are some of the most basic points that I can recall off the top of my head and that is without delving too much into specifics and details in the depictions and the narration of the scenes but rather of the anime in its entirety.

Also, super sorry for the monster-length of this analysis, I tried to keep it short but... 🫣🫠

Oh, if you have anything to add or think differently about, please do tell me! Me wants food! 😌

The bad takes in this fandom are making me insane…

Sooo… critical question: When did we go from this…

to this?

[whoblewboobear]

Even after the plan fails, Jace offers to do god/worshipper roleplay with Porter who definitely thinks it’s cheesy at first, but then gets so into that it rewires some shit in his brain.

He has to sit down afterwards and reevaluate how much of the plan was fueled just by how horny he got when Jace called him a god.

[soullessjack]

idk i just think it’s a little weird that almost every character who gets the “innocent baby” / “little ray of sunshine” treatment usually ends up just having neurodivergent traits and actual negative traits in the show that nobody pays attention to. like idk man it just feels like diet infantilization to me and it’s a teeny weeny bit uncomfortable to see all the time

[hanzajesthanza]

geralt is also a most real depiction of good quality fatherhood and great girldad representation because EVEN THOUGH witchers don’t even experience aging at the same rate as non-GMO humans, EVEN THOUGH it would be “biologically impossible,”

geralt having had been raising a pre-teen girl for maybe a few months to a year already “gave the impression of having aged,” his “face slashed by wrinkles.” the emotional toll on this man from raising she-devil ciri

and this is only the very beginning of the saga. BEFORE everything goes to shit. the wrinkles have set in