#i have ideas for it but the brain..

[loosesodamarble]

For your ask game, how about 2, 7, 13, 16, 19, 23 and 24 ☘️

AAAAHHHHH! Oh my goodness! Thank you for all the questions, Vilandel! Sorry if that makes me take Eternity+ to answer but it really is so nice of you to ask so much~!

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2) that makes me laugh

From a sort of crack fic about the Black Bulls putting on a play production of the Tale of Momotarou.

It's just a beautiful hot mess and I laugh every time it crosses my brain again. This particular section where Asta gathers his animal retainers for the job is by far the best because it's a funny little exaggeration of the crew's flaws.

[While on the way to the onis’ lair, Momotarou happened upon a dog, black as night.] Nacht, using his Canis Unite form, stood on the side of the road, arms crossed and eyes fixed in a deadly glare. He barely glanced at Asta when the boy approached. “What?” “You don’t look very happy, Mister Dog,” Asta said gently. “Something the matter?” “I long to feed on the flesh of those who have wronged me,” Nacht snarled in reply. “Hm… If you’re hungry, then I’ll share my rations with you.” Asta dug out one of the millet dumplings and held it out. “They’re my Ma’s and made with love!” In silence, Nacht looked at the dumpling then at Asta. He eyed the ration once more. Then he snatched it up. “It’ll suffice for now.” [Momotarou and the dog continued together. Soon, they came upon a pheasant.] Finral, draped in a feathered cloak that looked suspiciously familiar, was crouched down on the ground, shaking like a leaf. Asta looked to Nacht, who shrugged apathetically. Asta then sat on the ground too. He touched Finral’s shoulder, making the young man jump. “YEEEEEEK!” “What’s the matter, Mister Pheasant? What has you scared?” “I-I-I—! M-mo-more scary than I thought!” Finral stammered. “Charmy! She’s terrifying!” “Please calm down.” Asta offered up a dumpling. “Here, good food always makes me feel better.” Finral hesitantly took the offered food. “It’s… chewy. But really good…” [With two animal retainers in tow, Momotarou’s journey continued. The group’s next encounter was a monkey.] Asta and company found Magna sitting on the ground, picking at his tail made from rope. When they stopped in front of Magna, he scrambled to his feet. “Uh…” Magna stared at Asta, Nacht, and Finral. They stared back. “Monkey noises?” Nacht facepalmed. “Did you not read the script at all?” “Ad lib!” Finral hissed behind his hand. “I, uh, want to become a warrior!” Magna shouted, spraying the others with spittle. “But because I’m a monkey, no one will let me! I want to prove myself!” “Ooooooo! That’s a good motivation! Say! We’re on our way to fight some onis! Want to join us?” Asta offered his hand to Magna. “Hell yeah. Sounds super manly!” Magna grabbed Asta’s arm and shook it. “And the perfect way to become a warrior!” “And now that we’re friends!” Asta handed over another dumpling. “I’ll share some food with ya’!” Nacht and Finral looked to each other. They had to tell themselves it would be over soon. [Momotarou, the dog, the pheasant, and the monkey soon reached the onis’ lair. Their aim was declared and a fierce battle raged.] Asta hesitated. “I know it’s not real but I don’t wanna—” [I said a fierce battle raged now get on with it! DAMN!]

Yami being a narrator who interacts with the characters as they act is just the best thing. It only happens twice in the fic (here and a little earlier) but I still like how it just shows how unprofessional the production is.

7) that i nursed in a daydream before finally writing

The initial idea that had me nursing this fic in my brain before writing happens after this snippet from the fic, but I decided to share this part because of how soft it is...

Ever so carefully, Morgen reached over and placed his hand on Josele’s head. He waited a moment, to be sure that she wouldn’t wake, before he began to run a hand along Josele’s mussed brown hair in slow, soft strokes. Josele fidgeted for a second, making Morgen hesitate. She let out an incoherent murmur before settling again, completely undisturbed. Morgen’s smile grew as he took in the sight of her. Josele just looked so cute, resting peacefully, and he didn’t want to wake her up just yet. And so, Morgen started to hum the tune of a lullaby. It was one he learned from Gwenith before her passing, a bittersweet memory but it was the gentlest song he knew. The melody must’ve reached Josele in her sleep as she sighed and curled closer to Morgen. Even something so small made Morgen fall deeper in love with Josele. Morgen continued to hum and stroke Josele’s hair for another minute or so. Merely enjoying the serenity of the moment. Eventually, Josele started to shift, finally rousing. She turned onto her back and pushed herself up into a sitting position. A squeak of a yawn left her mouth. Then, Josele rubbed her eyes until they blearily opened. “Josie?” Morgen grinned at her when she turned to his call despite being half-awake. Chuckling, he placed a hand on Josele’s cheek. “Ready to wake up?” “I’m awa—aaahhh…” Josele stretched her arms up and arched back. When she finished stretching, she leaned against Morgen. “Good morning, sunrise.” “Good morning,” Morgen replied. The pair remained that way for a bit. Morgen admired Josele, the way she glowed in the dawn’s light. Josele, being so close, took in Morgen’s natural scent that reminded her of dew and honey.

Sorry not sorry for being obsessed with my ship's fluffy moments! Let me just bask in their cuteness and shower you in it too!

13) that helped me understand a character better

This fic, Contrast, actually helped me understand two characters better!

“Isn’t it creepy the way he’s always mumbling?” “Don’t play with him. I hear his family curses people. That makes them evil.” “Why does he keep staring at us from over there?” He never held their words against them. They didn’t know him yet but once they did, he was sure that they would be his friends. That was his hope. So he kept watching. Learning about other people. He noticed how people’s faces lit up when they were given a gift. So Gordon sewed, pricking every finger along the way, until he had made a little doll for each of the children who frequented the park. But instead of smiles, he got looks of disgust and screams. People liked to hear nice things about them. And Gordon tried. He tried to tell Jane how pretty her red hair was or how Mark could strike cool poses. But no one heard him, saying, “What was that you said?” Sometimes, they didn’t even listen and told him, “Stay away from me!” Gordon learned about other people. But no one tried to learn about him. No one looked his way.

A sort of character exploration for Gordon and then Gauche. One tries to reach out to the world only to get pushed away. And the other actively pushes the world away. And yet they found themselves at the same place.

16) from a recent piece i want to brag about

A few months old but this fic, A Mystery in Spade, is something I wanna bring attention to. It's Ciel centric and I just kinda use it to address a detail which I didn't like being unaddressed in the original manga. Ciel is carrying a lot of pressure but she's staying strong through it.

Dante Zogratis, Vanica Zogratis, and Zenon Zogratis of the Dark Triad. Moris Libardirt, former Magic Scholar of the Diamond Kingdom. While reports from Clover’s Magic Knights attested to their downfalls, Ciel and her advisors had made it a priority to find their bodies again to confirm their deaths. The people of Spade had put their all into the task alongside preparing for the rebuilding of homes. And yet after four months… “Has nothing from any of them been recovered?” Ciel’s advisors frowned grimly. “Are we certain that we’ve checked every possible nook and cranny of the castle? We’ve left no piece of rubble unturned? We haven’t ignored any rooms by accident, have we?” Ciel inquired between deep breaths. “Your Majesty, we’re sure,” Albert answered and bowed his head slightly. “This was our fifth full area search. We cannot find a trace of them.” Ciel wrung her hands together. Closed her eyes, squeezed them shut tight. She took deep breaths. Deep, slow, trying-to-prevent-panic breaths. With a final exhale, Ciel opened her eyes and looked her advisors in the eyes.

Of course she's still haunted by the way the Zogratis destroyed her kingdom and ripped her family from her. But Ciel has a kingdom to worry about. She has her son back in her life and her confidence to inspire her.

The fic isn't all that in depth but I still wanna brag about touching upon a loose thread and giving some character to Ciel and Spade as a whole.

19) from that project that was SUPPOSED to be short but then i kept writing and now it is very long

This isn't a completed work but a WIP that's I've been touching on and off. And the reason it's so long is that I conceptualized the arc before realizing "oh no. I can't make this just one long oneshot story. This will have to be... chaptered." And the last time I wrote a multi-chapter fic, it stopped after 11 chapters and I never posted because unless I got a real fire in my belly (and all the time in the world), I wouldn't have the stamina to see it through. (The fact that it was a series spanning fic didn't help.)

Thankfully this WIP's story is more like a mini arc rather than a series re-write. But even then... I originally projected 5-chapters but with Chapter 1 being ~2500 already and I don't think it's done yet, I might have to extend it by another chapter or two so the chapters don't become overloaded.

Miles away, the same song was carried by another voice. ��Still and quiet…” Josele muttered to herself as she scrubbed the floor of the common area. “The air feels like death…” Spurred on by the lack of anything else to do, the Black Bulls were doing a deep clean of their base. The squad was spread throughout the base. Clearing out dust, washing everything to a shine, and reorganizing their cupboards and cabinets. While some were having fun with their teammates in doing the work, Josele was absorbed in her own world. “What peril looms beyond…” The words came to Josele from the past, from memories that she hadn’t considered for years. “No one knows…” “What’s with the creepy tune, Jo?” “Huh?” Suddenly pulled from her thoughts, Josele perked up and turned to face Yami who was behind her. “Sorry, say that again?” “I was asking about the song,” Yami said bluntly. “What’s got you singing something so weird?” Josele blinked a couple of times before letting out a half-hearted sigh. “I don’t know actually,” she answered and shrugged. “I was just remembering this old lullaby that my dad used to sing.” “A lullaby? Sounded like some dark ritual chant to me,” Yami replied with a chuckle. He clapped Josele on the back before walking off to resume his share of the cleaning. Left alone, Josele sat in silence for a bit. The lullaby had never come off as particularly unsettling to her. Then again, she grew up with Thomas singing her the song every so often. He never sang as often as Gwenith did, but Josele’s memory of her dad included him singing that tune to her. He shared that lullaby with Josele for as long as she could remember and only stopped after— Josele’s hand, gripping a sponge, paused over her bucket of soap water. When did he stop singing the lullaby? she wondered. I guess I just outgrew lullabies like every other kid. Josele plunged the sponge into the bucket. She had to finish scrubbing the floor.

Who was initially singing the song, prior to Josele? Why is Yami finding the song so unsettling? What is even the central plot of the arc? Hopefully I finish the dang thing so y'all can find out!

But here's some insight. The story of this fic explores Josele's past and her family history. Something which I've left pretty minimal in the content I have posted already. It's also something that happens during the 15 month time skip, kinda like the Devil Believers Arc from the anime only... I really hope my story turns out better...

23) that was inspired by a work from another medium (music, visual art, dance, etc.)

The fic that this snippet came from was inspired by Kenshi Yonezu's song "Lemon" Which is just... it's just Faustsele through and through for me. Cannot get over the song or this fic.

A floodgate opened, and Josele let out a strained wail as she clung to Morgen like a lifeline. The weight of it all, her sorrow and pain, caused her knees to buckle beneath her. Morgen didn’t let her collapse though but eased them both to the ground. He held her. So close. Like he wanted to be one with her even in such a broken state. As though he would never let her go. In that moment, despite the sadness, she felt safe, loved even. … Josele knew it was raining. Her clothes were already soaked through. Her bones felt frozen over. But she wouldn’t leave. Morgen stayed with her through the rain. The least she could do was return the favor. The cold was nothing compared to how she felt. Nothing could match it. Losing the one she loved because she failed to do a thing for him. Perhaps the unending torment could be her solace, a reminder that she once had him at all after her happy memories of him faded. Even if the world moved on without him. If she had to go on without him brightening her life. Morgen was forever in her heart. Forever her light and sunrise. And it pained her to know that.

24) that makes me go "huh...i wrote that?!"

This snippet is from a fanfic that I never posted (and likely never will because... reasons I guess?). When my KnY brainrot was a lot stronger, I wrote!

And aaaaaahhhhh! I wrote content for my oc Shizuka as well as my friend Steph's oc, Suzume. This snippet here is from Suzume's perspective so it's a good moment of showing her analytical skills (outside of combat, in combat she's far more panicky and cute about it!/lh). And it's lowkey me bragging about Shizuka's skills because hee hee! OC!

Afterwards, Suzume and Kenta returned to the yard but remained on the engawa. Shizuka and Masatsugu were already hard at work. Masatsugu did squats while carrying a metal bar weighed down by stones as large as his torso. Shizuka, meanwhile, had surrounded herself with cutting targets and was swiping a blade through them, the metal flashing whenever the sun hit it at the right angle. Both had stripped off their outermost layer, letting their sweat give their skin a faint sheen. “You see incense burner there?” Kenta asked and pointed. “Watch her and tell me what you see.” Suzume nodded then observed Shizuka. The way she moved and cut through the targets could be described in one word: fast. Her body was lithe with whipcord muscles perfectly suited to her agile movements. “It’s clear that she’s suited for speed,” Suzume commented as she watched. Unlike Kochou-sama, though, she’s not compensating. “She’s able to use her speed to enhance her strength rather than make up for a lack of it.” Kenta lifted his bokken then dropped it on Suzume’s foot. “Urk!” “You’re not looking hard enough.” Suzume, hopping on one foot and holding the abused one, opened her eyes through the pain and focused more. The girl’s movements were fluid, with each movement feeding into one another. At times it was difficult to determine where one technique ended and another began. “It’s like all of her attacks are part of a single motion.” Suzume traced the movement of the tip of the sword. The fluidity is less like water and more… Like wind! She could imagine seeing smoke rising from Shizuka’s sword like it would from burning incense. “Watching her Breath Style is like watching smoke rise. It’s derived from Breath of Wind!” “Getting closer… What else is there?” Looking closer still, Suzume noticed that Shizuka’s movement would fluctuate at the last second before the edge of her blade hit the target. It was a last-second snap of motion that released immense power and tore through the targets with ease. What was stranger still was the way Shizuka seemed to cut the very air around her. “She’s able to take the power built from her movement and release it in a single burst.” Suzume’s heart skipped a beat, in awe of Shizuka’s ability. I was wrong. Her swordsmanship is amazing! “It’s a cycle of build and release.” “There you go. It’s certainly complex for someone so young, but she created it herself,” whispered Kenta with a proud grin on his face. “Tell me, do you have any guesses as to why I never have any student slay demons the exact same way?” “‘Why,’ huh?” Suzume pursed her lips and hummed. “By making their own Breath Style, it ensures that everyone has one that’s perfectly suited to them.”

Oh and if I'm gonna talk about Suzume, I have to have to HAVE TO share my favorite moment involving her! (And I will be leaving the text normal size for this snippet because it's needed to understand a bit of the humor.)

“Wha—?! No, no, no! Hey!” yelled Suzume as she chased after the demon. “Hey! Get back here you— Uh! You weird faced demon!” She ran close behind the demon, refusing to let it leave her sight. As he fled, the demon uprooted a tree and used it to knock down several more in Suzume’s path. “Yikes!” Suzume jumped back as far as she could. Leaves and cough-inducing dust filled the air. Suzume got through her coughing fit then looked up. “Oh… no… He got away!” She vaulted over the felled trees, looking back and forth for her opponent. Keep calm! Don’t panic! You can find him again! He couldn’t have gotten far! … Except he’s a demon with superior strength and speed so he actually could have gotten far if he was trying! He probably is trying since I’m here to kill him, too! And there’s a whole mountain to search for that matter! Suzume stopped and slapped herself in the face. Get a grip! The search continued. Left, right, up, and down. It didn’t take long before Suzume heard branches rustling nearby. She held her sword in the direction of the sound. The demon had climbed a tree and wrapped himself around a branch and appeared to be shivering. “D-don’t tell me you’re scared too,” Suzume whispered, her shoulders drooping. Right, they’re still human deep down. “I… I can try to make your death as painless as possible if…” She noticed the demon’s face began to sag. “That…” No, it was more like the skin was melting off. “Helps…” Suzume gaped. The demon shed his skin and came out looking stronger. His skin was green with blade-like protrusions sticking out of his arms and legs. There were more eyes on his face. He obtained sharper teeth and larger mandibles. He also grew five spikes from his forehead. When Suzume finally came back to her senses, she vaguely pointed behind her and squeaked out, “I’ll… be going now…” Then the demon had the audacity to move again. “KYAAAAAAAAAAA!”

Yes, Suzume fights the Father Spider on Mount Natagumo Mountain and it's the best thing in the entire world! She loses her cool a bit easily but she gets her head after a temporary scare. I love Suzume! I love Steph for letting me write for Suzume. AND I LOVE THIS MOMENT!

I know this was two snippets but I just love my old KnY work so much! Especially with golden character moments like this!

[nouverx]

*proceeds to drink the whole bottle*

Yeah Alastor you're gonna be loved and appreciated wether you want it or not :)

[beautysnake]

What he doesn't know wont hurt him.........

[artrealla]

[somerandomdudelmao]

I made some colored refs for my comic ~ And also some sketches because can you guess who is my favorite haha

[uselessnbee]

you know i think it would be absolutely hilarious if after some time Percy would get so fed up by Mr. D never calling him by his actual name so Percy would just decide to do the exact same thing to him and start calling him anything but Mr. D/Dionysus

like mr. D would be like "Hey Peter Johnson" and Percy would turn around and with a straight face be like " yes, Dave?" and everyone else is just watching horrified like wtf Percy? do you want to be turned into a cockroach????

or Percy would be talking with someone and be like " Derek told me-"

" who..?"

"you know our camp director? god of wine and all that?"

"......you mean mr. D./Dionysus "

"yeah Dylan...so anyways he told me-"

and then it would become this thing between Percy and Mr. D where they would always try to come up with the most stupid and outrageous wrong names to annoy each other as much as they possibly can

everyone is horrified at Percy and just waiting for Dionysus to smite him but Percy and Mr. D are secretely having a fucking blast

[zephyrchama]

Demon brothers who will go out of their comfort zone for you. Lucifer, who stands higher and prouder than anyone, kneeling to tie your shoe. To be on your level. You could have easily tied it yourself, but you didn't even have to ask. He only does these gestures for you.

Mammon, greedy to save up every last grimm he can, giving you money to buy the silly trinket you wanted. Your enjoyment is worth more to him than anything in his wallet.

Leviathan, who'd do anything to hide himself away and disconnect from other people, following you anywhere you want to go. He'll brave crowds, embarrassment, and the worst anxiety to be by your side.

Satan, on a never-ending quest for information and respect, teaching you anything. He'll share his knowledge only for you, telling you everything you want to know and finding the answer to all your questions.

Asmodeus, always perfect and pristine in every way, showing you his vulnerable side. The side no one else knows of. His tears and insecurities are visages reserved only for you.

Beelzebub, gluttonous for immediate satisfaction, holding himself back for your sake. Waiting to eat because he knows you'll be cooking for him. Waiting to savor it. Waiting so he can share with you and make your day just a little brighter.

Belphegor, a sloth with little intrinsic motivation, pushing himself for your sake. Staying up later and later to stay around you. Not just in a dream, but the real you. Doing better in school so that you and your praise can be his reward.

[lucabyte]

On autonomy, and what it means to be Obliged to Help.

Bonus:

[spicyvampire]

He was balls deep in an emergency meeting [insp.]

4MINUTES (2024) EP. 5

[eggdrawsthings]

>:p

[juniemunie]

more deltarune sansnomaly cuz its feeding the ideas a lot

bonus:

[jackklinemybeloved]

[…]

Percy’s warning to fellow half-bloods in the audience, across different mediums.

The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan (2005) The Lighting Thief: The Percy Jackson Musical (2017) Percy Jackson and the Olympians Series Teaser (2023)

[squinkoblinko]

Love your art. Inject that shit straight into my veins man. Will you ever draw more Sniperspy one day perhaps... No pressure.

sneezed rlly hard rn

more crazy shit down here AHHHH DONT LOOK AHHHHHHHH THESE R RUSHED

[scribblestatic]

So, you know how lanolin smells really nice to cats?

Well, Narinder is super standoffish after he's indoctrinated, but as time goes on, he finally starts putting some of his barriers down.

He sleeps in his own hut for a while, but he can't sleep well. He's not used to sleep. The Lamb only does it because "it's comforting" or something, but he hasn't done it in so long. So really, he's just been awake the whole time and increasingly cranky about it.

So Lamb, seeing him struggle to stay awake while working in the garden, pulls him over to their hut to talk out why he's not sleeping.

But Narinder starts dozing off within moments. Because Lamb's hut smells like them. Smells like their wool. Smells like lanolin.

And it's got him slumped on Lamb's couch, third eyelid partway over his squinted eyes, pupils blown wide as he purrs and sinks his claws into their cushions.

When he wakes up several hours later, he doesn't know what the hell happened.

Lamb simply smiles and sends him back home with a new blanket, made from a recent sheer.

Narinder calls the blanket gross.

He yowls like he's going to cause Armageddon if it goes missing.

[laroserie]

i love the idea of joining the batfam by dating bruce, but can you imagine how awkward it must be ?

like you are dating bruce, you most probably know he is batman (he couldn't date seriously someone and never tell them) which is like a huge thing, you probably knew each others for at least 5 years and dated for at least 2 before you even step foot in his house and even then ! you still have never meet any of his adopted kids, he always has a way of avoiding The meeting.

of course - you know who his kids are, bruce is ... literally the it guy of gotham, you very much know the names and faces of his family - but that's it (now if you know their vigilantes identities is different story)

the question is, are they aware of your existence ? (of course alfred is aware; that out of the question, he followed to development of yours and bruce relationship from a to z)

going more for a no, not at the start, bruce has this clumsy dumb bilionaire personality but he probably could not like for you to receive media attention because he doesn't wish for your privacy to be intruded upon because you are dating (now there may have been one instance where the paparazzi took a picture of you and him together, but they could only see you from the back, or your face wasn't visible for whatever reason). they probably learnt about your existence very late into your relationship with bruce, and it's surely by accident, like, one of them see a message from you to bruce (and it's something probably something very cheesy) when he left it somewhere by inadvertence. and depending on who see that, they either fully open bruce's phone (sorry but they all know his phone password, bruce isn't aware of that tho) and read your conversation or they find some others way to have access to his messages with you (that isn't so blatant).

they for sure, do an 'emergency' meeting about it (dick and damian were the two that really wanted to do one, the rest probably don't care that much at that time, they probably think you are just the fling of the month for bruce - well usually the fling of the month is not that ... cheesy with him ? in their messages, and the conversations aren't usually that long ... nor do they go back that much. but whatever ! they do suddenly notice that it's been a while, since, well the last fling of the month of bruce but, it must just be a coincidence) which end up with them keeping tabs on you, just in case

now, you meeting them could happen in two way

either they are the one to meet you first - they don't want to wait for bruce to formally introduce you to them - or them to you. the one that 'lead' this is for sure damian, he is determinate to find out your intention with his father (and fight you), dick will lie and say he is just there to make sure everything go 'well' but he is just genuinely very curious about you and the fact that you are dating bruce - this can go for most of them, tho cass and tim are probably the one that are the most reticent to meeting you ? but nevertheless, they still are here, because they for sure won't let damian and dick have all the 'fun'. now jason, is probably also coming for the shit and giggle.

or you meeting them could happen because of bruce - deciding that it's finally time you meet his kids, so he invite all of them to dinner telling them he was someone he wants them to meet, and telling you explicitly that he wants you to meet his family (and the people that are part of his family but aren't family family) - of course, he could talk about it with you first, he could never force you into that. the meet - dinner, probably do not go in the way bruce hoped for it to go (but truth be told, he wasn't expecting it to go the way he wished it did). it's not awful, nothing bad happen. it's just awkward. one of them (probably jason) let slip that they already knew about you - damian make it very clear that he doesn't accept you (and dick has to try to diffuse the situation and tell you that damian is just joking - damian is not joking and he gives a death glare to dick), tim probably do not say anything of half of the dinner before asking you a weird question about something he should have no information about (like what's up with one of your weird habit / quirk), cass is just silent - she assess you for the entirety of the dinner (she conclude by the end of it that you quite a nice person and that she likes you quite a bit), duke is very kind and is very polite with you (he is a bit apprehensive and isn't sure why he is there but he figures it's because bruce wanted to have at least one regular person treating you normally - dick is too ... enthusiastic for that role)

at the end of said dinner, when bruce is driving you home, it's probably the most silent ride home you have ever experienced. until you burst out laughing - the dinner was probably the funniest shit you experienced. it felt like it came straight out of a shitty tv show with 14 seasons. sure it was very much awkward but still funny ! you reassure bruce that it was fine, though you could have liked a warning.

and ... you can add a yandere twist on it, and i love yandere so ... . some of them (tim and cass and probably dick) could start developing yandere tendencies when they learn of your existence ( and keep 'tab on you' aka stalks you and learn everything they can about you ), the others (damian and jason + eventually steph and duke even though they are probably some of waaay lesser yandere-y yandere) could start becoming like that after they finally meet you in person. damian could be the one to take the most or less time to become attach on you, it depend, but he could go thru a big phase of 'i refuse for you to replace talia, my mother, therefor i will despite your entire existence' but if you try to get closer to him, this phase will end very soon and his barrier melt away, if you want to let him take his time to accept you, the result will be the same but damian will try to make up for the time he hated you.

and of course, yandere bruce could be so happy for you to like / get to know and get closer to his family, and that's one more way he can tie you to him !

[cynicallyneutral]

Day 1: Soulmates