#i personally headcannon that he once was human but slowly lost that part of himself when he started following LBD

[mint-is-here]

i love reading about the uncanny because the whole thing of it is everything seems fine, but there's just something that's not quite right, and i love it.

example, once of my favorite characterizations of The Mayor from LMK in fics is in Sunbreak. He looks like a normal human, but his smile is a bit too wide, the skin around it a bit too white because of how strechted it is. He moves a bit too stifly to be considered normal and there's just something not quite right about the way the talks. Sure, he looks human, but there's so many little details about him that makes he look just a bit off. Just enough to make you unsure if he actually is a human or something else.

[pan-ick]

Golden Child Pt. 1

I literally can't remember where I found it but I read a headcannon for an angsty SBI +Reader and I loved it so much that I had to write something similar to it but I think I might have forgotten to like it, so if you know what the original is please tell me so I can credit them I was partially inspired by@helliontherapscallion's "Adrenaline Junkie" series, simply for the fact that because of them i haven't stopped thinking of inventor reader. Also let's just pretend that uh my human biology degree isn't going to waste by me writing blindness incorrectly ha ha. This is a purely fictional way that blindness works.

(REMINDER YOU IDIOT, FOR THE PURPOSES OF THIS STORY: Wilbur is 26, Techno is 20, Tommy is 16, Phil is 32, SO READER IS 22, GET IT RIGHT AND STOP MESSING UP)

As soon as Y/N's wings started developing, they were instantly the favorite child. Philza still showed his love to Wilbur, but nowhere near as much as he did to his winged child. If he had to choose between spending time with them or Wilbur, he'd pick them in a heartbeat. Wilbur was usually upset when this happened, but he had gotten used to it and had learned ways to cope with it.

This was until Techno showed up. On their doorstep. Next to a freezing Philza who had sacrificed most his warmth to the young piglin. Wilbur had his thoughts on this, yhough he kept them to himself. But Y/N couldn't be happier! This meant a new friend, AND they were right when they said that Phil was just a nice person, there wasn't a favorite child! Right?

They quickly realized that Techno wasn't their friend, as the first interaction they had together was them getting a claw to the face by the piglin. Philza just simply sighed and made sure the wound would stop bleeding before tending back to the scared pig.

Y/N was only eight at the time, they didn't know what they were feeling. But whatever it was didn't feel good.

Since that day, Y/N was the new Wilbur and 'Technoblade' was the golden child. Y/N wanted the spotlight back, so they tried hard at everything. Nothing ever worked. Nothing was better than what Techno could do. Nothing was more amazing than Techno's knowledge, or his skills in fighting, or his odd way of speaking, or those stupid things that he did, or the fact that he'd always blame it on some 'voices' in his head. That he had a God complex. That he was better than Wilbur. He was better than Tommy. He was better than you...

He was always better than you. Of course. Thats what you felt when you first met. Not amazement, not the happiness of having another friend. Of course not. It was overwhelming jealousy. But he was your brother, so you had to suck it up just like Wilbur did.

But soon enough, they came to peace with this. They moved on and worked on what they actually enjoyed, not what Philza enjoyed. Mechanics. Phil would have killed you if he learned of all the dangers that you put yourself through to consider yourself an inventor. Or.... Would he?

One day your older brother approached you with his idea to create "L'manburg". At first you couldn't help but laugh. But when it was realized that Wilbur wasn't joking and that he had already recruited Tommy, they agreed to join the fight for freedom. It was a way to pay Wilbur back for being there for them, afterall.

Y/N never imagined the true horrors that they would have to go through so they could say a 'thank you' to Wilbur. They never even truly said it to him, L'manburg was already exploded and he was killed before they could say it to him. Not even saying it to Ghostbur was good enough.

Y/N was forced to suffer through watching her loved ones go mad. Sometimes, they would try coming up with inventions that could help her friends out, and some that could help some regular problems in the world for other people. Most of them didn't work, they were only able to produce goggles that could just barely help fully blind people see. But it was a step in the right direction.

Then doomsday came. Y/N didn't want to be part of it, they didn't want to even try hurting their father and younger brother. They aren't even sure how they came to that point.

Before they knew it, they were begging the man who once gave them anything in the world for him to stop. The whole server was one big family especially everyone in the homes he was about to destroy. But what they wanted didn't matter anymore. It's what Technoblade wanted, and he wanted blood.

At the last moment, Y/N remembered Friend. Ghostbur would be devastated if Friend died.

Falling down to the ground from the small warning of TNT, Friend flooded their mind.

If they couldn't save L'Manburg, they needed to save Friend. Ghostbur wasn't the same, but Ghostbur is Wilbur. They still never said thank you. They have to show their gratitude through the miracle of Friend surviving.

And so that's what they set off to do. With no mind to their own self-preservation, Y/N got up and flew as fast as they could to save Friend. But before they could reach the sheep, a large pile of rubble fell on one of their wings, almost snapping it right off. Y/N tried to get it off but to no avail, and their whole body wasn't safe. As they saw more rubble they crouched down while covering their head with their hands and covering the undamaged wing with their body, they prepared for impact.

The last thing they could speak out was almost incomprehensible.

"Wil..... Will...... Ghosbu.............. Tommy.......... Dad............."

And then everything went black. Y/N couldn't see or feel anything. Not even after her youngest brother, the ghost of her older brother, and the three fiances of the SMP untrapped them. There was nothing.

After what felt like years for the brothers, there was finally a glimpse of Y/N waking up. But they continued to drift in and out of consciousness and whenever someone tried communicating they were completely unresponsive.

During this amount of time, it was agreed that it was in their best interest for their wings to be removed. They were both utterly useless now after being crushed and would just be extra weight with unnecessary pain that can be avoided the sooner their wings get removed. Just in case Y/N was still aware of everything going on, they were put under amnesia to lower the chance of them feeling the agony of a wing removal surgery.

Slowly Y/N began more responsive to people, but never to the same amount. Everyone that took care of them were absolutely heartbroken when they figured out part of the rock that fell on them damaged a vital organ that allowed a person to see. Luck was in fact on their side for damaging their eyesight instead of the brain, however most people didn't see it that way.

Ghostbur took it upon himself to become Y/N's seeing-eye dog. He missed having Friend nearby and Y/N was the thing he connected to the most after Friend's death.

After a few months of trying to get used to no longer having sight or wings Y/N was finally allowed back in their lab with a large amount of supervision from Ghostbur. While carefully running their hands across some unfinished inventions, Y/N comes across the goggles that they made at least a year ago. It immediately smarked a memory deep within their brain, the closest thing they had felt to seeing something ever since doomsday.

"Ghostbur, what color are these?" "Oh, they're blue. Blue's a really nice color, it reminds me of Friend. Do you remember Frien- Why are you looking down at those like that? Would you like some blue, it takes your sadness away! Wait dont put them on, the glass has cracks!" Y/N snickers as the ghost tries to take them away from them without being super forceful, "I'm already blind, what's the worst it can do?"

"Dont say that!" Ghostbur gasps, "We will find a way to get your vision back, those goggles might make it impossible!"

"I made these around the time you first showed up. I ran multiple tests with them and I was able to help a blind person see the world again. Sure, it was very blurry, hard to distinguish a lot of colors from each other, we have a different kind of blindness, and its been more that a year since I last tested them, but they might still work." Y/N explains, then they turn their back to Ghostbur and put the goggles on. This time, Ghostbut only makes a sound in protest.

Blinking, Y/N could feel the stimulation in their brain that they lost along with their eyesight come back. They moved their hands from the position they were in to put the invention on to Y/N's line of sight, and they could see their hands again. Fuzzy, shapeless, hands with a few bandaids and many scars on them.

"So, are they working?"

The voice of your brother brings Y/N back to reality and they turn to look at him. They had completely forgotten what Ghostbur looked like, only remembering vaguely what child Wilbur looked liked and a brief description of how Ghostbur's appearance differed for Wilbur's.

Y/N wraps their arms around the Ghost, not actually hugging but just doing the motion to where they would hug a person they could actually touch, as they tried to not cry in front of him.

(WOOOOOO THIS ENDED UP A LOT LONGER THAN I EXPECTED AND I'M NOT EVEN DONE YET, SO I SEPARATED IT INTO TWO PARTS)

[gureishi]

hello! i’ve never left an ask before so i’m hoping i’m doing this right? but if you’re comfortable with it, do you have any headcannons on saeyoungs relationship with religion? i haven’t seen many people talk about it. thank you sm, and i love your account!! <3

Hello, sweet anon! I'm honored to be the first ask you're sending. And thanks so much for asking me about this! I don't see a lot of people talking about it either, and I'm sure that's because it’s an incredibly complex topic. I’m gonna do my very best to answer it as thoroughly and honestly as I can!

CW: religion, child abuse and neglect

Saeyoung went to church as a child because it was the only place he felt safe.

I assume that he was allowed to go because his mother counted on the church's charity. It's not clear how much the community knew about their situation—but we know for sure that Saeyoung was coming home with gifts of food (and that he was stealing extra for Saeran, since he knew their mother would sometimes withhold food from him for days at a time).

As a kid, Saeyoung didn't believe in God. He tells us this in the normal end: he went to church for the people, not for a relationship with God. He loved the way he felt when he was there: the atmosphere that was full of warmth and kindness; the way people talked to him like he was a normal child (though he'd never seen himself that way); the glimpses he got into other people's lives. The community itself was a sort of religion for him—and he believed in many of the things he heard when he was there. He listened closely to the sermons, and he formed many of his core values based on what he heard: that all people have dignity; that the most vulnerable should be protected and uplifted; that everyone's life is precious.

But it was difficult for him to reconcile the idea of all-powerful and all-loving God with the image of his brother at home, tied up and hungry.

He prayed when he was at church, wanting desperately to believe. If you're real, he'd think furiously—wondering helplessly if his thoughts meant anything at all—then why have you left my brother all alone?

And then he was sent to the agency, and Saeran really was alone, and it was all he could do to maintain his sense of self.

Agents are not meant to have religion. Agents are not meant to have beliefs or values or morals. They're not meant to have families or relationships or any ties to this world.

A good agent stands for nothing—and the training is designed to strip them of the things that make them human.

And he was a preteen: he was just starting to figure out who he was. So it was then that Saeyoung disappeared; if he thought too hard about where he’d come from and what he’d lost, he’d fall apart entirely. So instead he clung to Luciel: the version of himself that was tied up in the church and his religion. Because these were things he chose for himself; they allowed him to cling onto some semblance of hope that he was still a human being.

He started wearing the cross necklace, even though he wasn’t actually allowed to wear any sort of personal or religious insignia—and that tiny bit of rebellion helped keep him grounded. He wasn’t allowed to hold onto his brother or his past or even necessarily his beliefs, but he could have this.

He felt a lot of shame, though. Who was he to call himself Catholic, after all the things he'd done? Who was he to construct his identity around his religion when he wasn’t even sure what he believed?

He didn't pray during all those years. He was afraid to. In the back of his mind, there was a strong image of someone or something—a being who'd heard the prayers of a young, helpless child. He didn't want that being—whoever they were—to know who he'd become.

And perhaps it was that thought that made him start to believe.

Because when he was stuck in a hideout for days on end, hungry and thirsty and barely alive, he had the feeling that someone had their eyes on him. He had the sense that he wasn't all alone.

That feeling made it easier to talk about being Catholic. It was who he was, after all—as much a part of him as his body or his mind. But still, he didn’t quite know how to speak about it. He was flippant; he made jokes. It was easier than saying what he really meant.

And what did he mean?

He tried not to think about it.

But then something shifted; a thread snapped in the carefully woven exterior that protected him from ever feeling anything at all.

You appeared.

The way you spoke to him made him feel strange, like his insides were dissolving. And there was a flood of feelings just waiting to be felt: grief and terror and love and devotion.

He started praying again.

Hi, he thought (eyes shut tight, throwing his thoughts into the universe the way he used to). Sorry I've been...

He wasn't even sure why, but he told God about you. He thought himself in circles: apologies and pleas. He asked about Saeran, not expecting an answer.

But then Saeran came to him.

Of course it didn’t happen in the way he would’ve wanted—but it was only a few days later that he ran to you and found his brother instead. And he had no time, then, to wonder about God and morals and philosophies and beliefs. He thought only of saving you—of saving Saeran—of how he could possibly do both of those things at once. But he did keep praying, because he felt the same sense of safety he’d felt as a child when he shut his eyes and thought about love.

And that’s what it was, he realized later. Perhaps it was when you were driving together, the night air soothing his fevered mind—or it was when he was in the hospital, sitting in the corner and staring in wonder and horror at his brother’s face. Perhaps it was later, when Saeran was home, and hating him.

In spite of it all, he felt hopeful. It was because he loved his brother with such unwavering ferocity—because he loved you with such radiant brightness. He felt God in the space between people and the sound of your laugh and the light that was slowly returning to his brother’s eyes.

As a child, he had believed in nothing and wished for everything. As a teenager, he’d given up on hoping and wishing and praying.

And now he was an adult, and he found that he believed. The universe was vast and inconceivable, and his own little life should’ve meant nothing—but something deeper and greater tied him to the people he loved. Each life, he thought, was precious (after all).

[my-writings-and-musings]

MTMTE Headcannon Prompt

Enemy forces hack the Lost Light and deactivate the atmospheric controls, leading to a slow loss of oxygen in the hopes the damage to the ship's "pet" will give them an edge. While the rest of the crew struggles to fight off their attackers and restore these critical systems, the bot(s) you've come to love stays by your side as a guard while begging you to remain conscious, growing ever more panicked as you begin to fade... Until you're saved just in time, and then they're left grappling with the fact they nearly lost you.

(A lot more dramatic than my first prompt certainly, and way more involved so I can only do two bots per post... But I'll get to them all!)

Part One: You're Here!

Part Two: Here!

Part Three: Here!

Part Four: Here!

Part Five: Here!

Part Six: Here!

Part Seven: Here!

Part Eight: Here!

Part Nine: Here!

Part Ten: Here!

Part Eleven: Here!

Part Twelve: Here!

Rodimus

·You're chilling on the mess of blankets he uses as extra insulation in the berth, debating which movie you'll watch with him when he returns, when the ship gives a rumble. At the lack of emergency signals that follow, you assume something has just bumped against the shields, which happens so frequently you only shrug.

·Elsewhere on the bridge, Rodimus receives a taunting message from the enemy ambush, bragging about how impossibly easy it was to crash key programs on the Lost Light, like the air filtration system... which will make things awfully difficult for his pet as oxygen has started to leak. He goes from aggressive bantering to obvious horror, putting the pieces together just as a loud series of distant rumblings marks the deactivation of the filters providing the oxygen you need to survive.

·For once his commanding officers all know what to expect in unison, allowing them to take over the bridge when he abandons it in a desperate rush to your location, his pounding pedes leaving tire marks in his wake as he stumbles into a frantic transformation to cross the distance as fast possible.

·Unable to reach you on any channel, he loses all focus of his surroundings before skidding to a tumbling halt before your shared quarters, calling out your name and activating his scanner as he registers dangerously low and still dropping oxygen levels across the ship.

·You're unaware of anything amiss as you continue to relax, but that's mostly due to a growing fog of confusion settling over your thoughts and senses. It's so dense that it has already made you incapable of noticing that the air is unusually stale, and your befuddlement only grows when he barges in like the place is burning down, moreso than usual.

·Scooping you into his arms, his relief at seeing you alive and conscious turns to terror when he realizes you've already begun to suffer the effects, as your bleary smile and dizzy demeanor make clear. He doesn't need to be a human doctor to know you're already in a bad way.

·Just as he is halfway through an explanation you barely understand, he receives a communication through restored channels from the other commanding officers warning that the ship has been boarded by enemy forces, at which point he resolutely declares that nothing will reach you so long as his spark has so much as a flicker left. In your inability to grasp the danger his steadfast vigilance is heartwarming.

·A defensive unit is posted outside for your safety, but as the battle rages through the ship and oxygen levels continue to fall, he stops focusing on the invasion. Instead he cradles you and encourages you to be still and quiet while he tries to keep up a one sided conversation to keep you distracted, knowing that what oxygen remains must be rationed.

·For the first time in his life he can't fake a smile no matter how badly he tries, the sight of your increasingly strained breaths and fading eyes drawing tears to his optics and eventually forcing him to his knees as his meandering words turn to soft pleading, his voice cracking as he alternates between begging you to stay with him and apologizing for being unable to save you.

·As you hover over a warm blackness you're far too disoriented to be as afraid as you should be, and instead you offer comfort at the sight of the bot you've come to adore so readily, murmuring your love even as he gently shushes you and tears begin to fall down his face without reservation.

·Though the battle turns in favor of the crew and the room you're in is spared attack, the atmospheric systems remain inoperable for what he knows is too long, and the ticking seconds match the fluttering of your eyes as they try not to shut.

·You know he wants you awake, but you're so incredibly tired and he's so impossibly comfortable, why can't he just let you have a nap? It's not like you won't be able to see each other after, so why does he look so sad? You wish you could tell him not to be sad.

·When you inevitably slip into unconsciousness he's beside himself, panicking but doing everything he can to gently wake you up, tenderly rubbing his thumb over your cheek to encourage you to stir. The crushing grief just beginning to take hold is so great he actually doesn't notice he has a message until it forces itself through.

·He's barely able to recollect the conversation he has with Ratchet, save the order to get you to the medical bay, where they've restored just enough functionality to produce oxygen on a one human scale. The bots who saw him running afterwards said there was little more visible than a fiery blur with you in his arms.

·Cybertronian engineering combined with carefully studied earth medicine provides you with the air you need just in time, dredging you up slowly from deep unconsciousness to the sterile taste of a ventilation mask over your face. Your discomfort mattered precious little when you behold Rodimus at your side, servo cupping your body as his face still shines with tears.

·It takes moments for him to break when you're left alone together, his shoulders shaking as the helplessness continues to haunt him, and his apologies blend together in an endless tangle of self depreciation.

·As you've come to do when he's overwhelmed, you encourage him to come closer, hugging his helm to your smaller body as if he's laying it in your lap. The oxygen mask limits you, but you don't let it stop your quiet shushes as you stroke his crests. ·Without delay you slow his tears, reassuring him that everything is well until exhaustion claims him and he falls asleep at your bedside.

·The experience doesn't leave him for some time. Both in public and in private you catch him paying close attention to you, and you know he's double checking your breathing, still worrying that such a simple thing could steal you away so quickly.

· Finally, you take him aside and pull his hand to your chest, indicating the rythym of your body and how you know it better than anyone. If he can't trust the world, then he should at least trust you, and with that newfound perspective he starts to heal as well. Because he trusts you more than anything.

Magnus/Minimus

·You're in the berthroom the two of you share, distracted by preparations for what you hope will be a simple but relaxing night in. In the well protected room it's impossible to hear much going on outside, especially with you focused so intently on making everything just the way he likes it.

·He's in his office and armor completely focused on some important paperwork when he receives an urgent warning; they're being boarded, and the attackers have already managed to offline several key atmospheric regulators and security systems. The thought initially only spurs him to begin defensive measures, but the moment he sees that oxygen levels are starting to drop, protocol ceases to exist.

·In battle he's always been a foe to be reckoned with, but now he's like a force of nature barreling through the ship, and the single unit of enemies that tries to confront him becomes little more than scattered body parts before they can let off a single shot. His fury is so overwhelming even his allies flinch when he tears past them to reach your shared quarters. He can't contact you by communicator, and he's uncertain if it's due to downed channels, or something he can't bring himself to consider.

·The door stands little hope when he tears it open in rage that's quickly evolving into panic, shouting your name as a flood of terrifying possibilities torture him with all the ways you could already be suffering. He has no idea how much or how little oxygen you need, and for all he knows the deprivation is already killing you, making you suffer...

·It takes all of his incredible self control not to embrace you when you stumble into view, dizzy and weak as well as quite confused, and he realizes things are far from okay when you lean on his offered hand to prevent yourself from falling. You actually laugh thanks to the delirium, finding it adorable to see the big tough bot diving to catch you.

·He can't bring himself to be mad at you not taking this seriously, but he's certainly frustrated at himself for being absolutely helpless to assist you, even if there's nothing he can do in the midst of the chaos with no communication options in working order.

·Ever the tactician, he barricades the two of you as effectively as he can, knowing that you're vulnerable enough now that moving you through combat could be fatal. The entire time he's multitasking on a million fronts; trying to keep you still on the berth to conserve energy, working to reestablish communication with anyone, and internally punishing himself for not having prepared some kind of protocol for this situation.

·Due to his personality you're quite accustomed to seeing him worry, but you're hardly comfortable with it, and on reflex you keep trying to comfort and reassure him despite your weakening state. His insistence you stay resting makes as little sense as his explanations, all you know is he needs help.

·Every minute drags by like an eternity, yet his skill at spotting details makes it impossible for him to miss the toll each one takes in real time. Your breaths are growing more strained, your body is settling down onto the berth with less resistance, and your eyes are meeting his with increasing dullness.

·When you can't even sit up a part of him simply... snaps. All but throwing off his armor, he brings you into his arms in his base form, not admitting but knowing that if he can't save you, he wants this to be the last way you see him.

·In a pleasant haze of fading consciousness, you initially smile at the sight, having always preferred to see him as his true self as often as possible. You'd playfully pointed out how he still towered over you in this form so many times...

·With no traces of battle growing close, or of help arriving before it's too late, he can't help but lose sight of the world around him in its entirety. What does the universe matter if you won't be in it? What good are his abilities if he can't save you from something so apparently benign?

·Never before has he cried in the presence of anyone, so to see tears in those beautiful red optics gives you considerable pause, even as your vision grows dark around you. Something must have been terribly wrong for him to cry, but you care far more about comforting him than finding out what.

·Despite the weight in your limbs, you reach up as he holds you close to weakly cup his face, shushing him with a promise he'll be okay before slipping into darkness.

·It's a stroke of fortune that Ratchet arrives when he does, catching the smaller mech holding your limp form tight as his shoulders shake in silent sobs, as the broken bot would have never allowed your loss to go unpunished. He's bordering on incoherent himself when the medic explains that the attack has been stopped, and that while communications are still down, he was able to isolate a portable supply of oxygen for you.

·It's almost too much for him to believe when the mask is laid over your face and life returns to your peaceful form. The medic confirms you'll survive, and while there will be a road to recovery, you shouldn't suffer any ill effects from the close call. He's torn between relief and still further worry.

·Had you not been saved, he's certain he would have donned his armor and annihilated each attacker personally, with little intention of living to fight another day... But as you recover in the aftermath, he instead throws himself into crafting regulations, trying to come up with a series of safeguards and rules to ensure this can't happen again. He drafts it all at your bedside.

·When you wake up he's effusive in his apologies. How could he not have predicted this? It's such an obvious possibility! He takes your tiny hand in his as he alternates between admonishing his tactical failure and begging forgiveness, forcing you to interrupt and quiet him down before he can say anything else against himself.

·You remind him that it's not his purpose in life to protect you, as he should know better than anyone your size doesn't mean you need constant protection. All you need is for him to be there, just as he is, which is what he's done.

·Only a few tears fall this time, and you're eternally grateful to confirm that they're from blissful relief. He doesn't know how you manage to always remove the weight of the world from his shoulders, but you do, and he'll treasure that more completely from now on.

[meetthefantasticmrfox]

The Librarians Chapter 2

Holy mushrooms this took off quick. Special thanks to all of you who have liked and reblogged, even to my first follower! This really made my day!

Anyways! uhm Chapter 1 is here...

The Librarians Chapter 1

Hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it and if you have gone and read my other posts this is not the story I was talking about in my Intellectual Genius post, that one I am still writing and haven’t really found time in my surprisingly busy day. 

Have fun and here are some warnings and other do-dads!

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Summary: Jeremy has ended up in the hospital, somewhere he cannot afford finacially to be and his employee Logan Constell has been running the library between very frequent visits to his sickbed along with Jeremy’s parents and little brother.

Pairings: Loceit, and Parental Remile.

Warnings: Swearing, hospital scenes, mentions of sexual abuse and alcohol, very angsty chapter this one, and just let me know if I need to add.

Alternate Universes/Headcannons: Human Au, Vitiligo Headcannon for Janus, Sibling Headcannon for Virgil & Janus

Janus=Jeremy for you first time readers

Virgil=Victor (middle name is Virgilius or Virgil so he goes by that)

Enjoy!

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The last thing Jeremy remembered was falling from that ladder and the sunset following him down to a sure injury. He didn’t know if Logan’s confession had made him fall or the distraction of the sun in his eyes but whatever had caused it had led him to cause nerve damage in his left leg.

“You’ll need extensive physical therapy and a brace with crutches, maybe even a wheel-chair for a while afterwards.” That’s what the doctors had told him at least. Nothing about any heart or bodily problems other than his leg unfortunately. 

“The bills are far too high for anyone with your lifestyle and salary to afford.” Logan said in one of his visits. Jeremy hadn’t said a single thing to him out of all the week he had visited. He was aware he wouldn’t be able to afford his therapy or medical care and the thought of being a crippled on the streets of Florida seemed to have paralyzed his tongue along with his leg for the time being. Jeremy hadn’t been able to move it even a centimetre in over thirty-six hours which wasn’t exactly a good sign according to the doctors. Now it was seventy-two hours which was even more concerning. So concerning that Jeremy hadn’t even really slept the past few nights.

“I...I’m sorry for what happened with the ladder.” Logan said pointlessly.

“I knew better.” Jeremy said in response quickly, despite the dried lips and hoarse vocal cords for not have spoken in over three days.

“Pardon me?” Logan was shocked to have heard him speak.

“I. Knew. Better.” Jeremy repeated slowly and louder. Logan stayed quiet this time having sensed a sharper tone in his employers voice. 

The two sat there in silence for several minuets before something miraculous happened. The door opened and instead of a doctor walking in a man with summer green eyes and hair in a sand colored over coat with a cotton candy pink undershirt and glasses. He wore equally sand colored pants and sleek black shoes. In followed another man with pitch black hair and eyes like the night sky wearing a simple white shirt and leather jacket with dark jeans and tennis shoes. The man in black had smooth milk chocolate skin much like Jeremy.

“Oh my!” The man in tan had a higher pitched voice than Logan had expected and he had covered his mouth as soon as he saw Jeremy. His face paled just the slightest bit and tears began to coat his green irises.

“Em, calm down the doctors said he was fine for the most part.” The man with the night-like eyes muttered to the one named ‘Em’ and touched a broad hand to the other’s shoulder.

“That’s our boy Remy! How can you not be upset right now?!” Em looked at the other with a hint of anger in his teared eyes.

“Dads please don’t fight right now.” Jeremy snarled before the one named Remy could reply.

They both paused and stared at the librarian.

“Logan, meet my parents. Emile is trans and got surgery after having me. He’s a therapist for the recently traumatized and this is Remy, my birth father. He’s a businessman for a string of coffee shops known as Sleepy Time Teas and Wonderful Morning Coffees.” Jeremy sighed and gestured towards the two men. Emile shyly waved at the man sitting down while Remy barley gave him a single glance.

“Is he your...?” Before Emile could finish the question Jeremy cut him off abruptly.

“No, he works for me at Hawthorne.” 

“Oh, well it’s nice to meet you...uhm Logan was it?” Emile scooted over to shake hands with the intellectual who politely took the gesture.

“So what’d you do?” Remy said dully and waved a hand towards the non-moving leg.

“I fell.” Jeremy said simply and didn’t show signs of enjoying this visit.

“Y’know we’re your parents and you should show a little more respect with that voice of yours.” Remy snarled at his son. 

Jeremy just glared at Remy with such intensity flames might as well have burned in his dark green eyes.

“Remy calm down, he’s hurt and probably under a lot of stress with the library and the medical bills. He might never walk right again.” Emile hurriedly said before a fight broke out.

Logan checked his watch, sensing the building tension between Jeremy and his family. “Well I must go back to the library. My lunch break is nearly over.” and with that Logan rushed out. Jeremy would never admit he was kind of ashamed that his family feud drove his employee away.

Once Logan was gone the flood gates opened. Emile started truly crying and stifling it best he could while Remy fumed about how disrespectful Jeremy had always been.

This continued for a few minuets before Jeremy broke.

“JUST SHUT UP!” His voice stopped everything. Remy’s eyes widened in shock and Emile had jumped so hard he had stood up.

“I am PARALYZED in my bed and you are complaining on my TONE?! I have medical bills piling up to my neck while I have a salary of barely a thousand a year and you don’t even bother to ask me how I feel!” Jeremy lid off the sheets and moved best he could, dragging his numb leg with him as he attempted to stand. 

“Jeremy ju-” Emile started.

“Don’t get involved Emile. It’s about time he showed some backbone.” Remy snarled.

“No! Let him get involved. He’s the therapist for trauma and you’re just a coffee and tea maker!” Jeremy shot at him.

“Jeremy you shouldn’t speak to your father like that!” Emile hurriedly said before Remy could say anything. “And you shouldn’t be standing, for Christ sake sit back down you look like you’re about to faint!” 

“I’m fine.” Jeremy said through gritted teeth and just about that time there was a high pitched ring and Jeremy staggered and nearly fell but gripped the railing of his hospital bed. His numb leg drug on the ground and he looked down at it with the remainder of his vision before the door opened again and a doctor and nurse rushed in.

“Why is he standing?!” The doctor and nurse immediately gathered Jeremy and laid him back down on the bed as sleep claimed him again.

~ Time Skip ~

Logan came back a few days afterwards when Jeremy was supposed to start physical therapy. Apparently Emile and Remy had covered . Emile had sent Remy away and someone new had arrived. The new person was much smaller and younger than Jeremy and Logan suspected maybe a close cousin or even brother. He had jet black hair and big deer-like brown eyes. He had stared at Logan strangely when he first came in like he was analyzing him looking for a threat. The boy had eventually calmed down and looked back at his phone. Jeremy was busy talking to Emile about something Logan could not hear.

“He’s my employer.” Logan said abruptly. The boy next to him jumped at the sound of someone talking to him.

“H-he’s my brother. Uhm adopted. I am.” The deer-eyed boy said shakily and made staggering eye contact with Logan. 

“Logan.” The intellectual introduced himself quietly.

“Virgil.” Virgil answered back quietly. “My real name’s Victor, Virgilius is my middle name.” 

“Like the Roman Poet?” Logan asked slyly. Logan had always been a bit looser around people younger than him. He had been a teenager once, he understood them a bit better than adults. He was just now getting to be one.

“I guess. I write poetry in my spare time but it’s pretty dark.” Virgil shrugged and seemed to relax just as Logan had.

“Do you have your notes?” The librarian slowly asked.

Virgil slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out a small purple notepad with a hand-drawn skull with a stormcloud with a lightning bolt behind it. Before Virgil could flip the notepad open Logan spoke again.

“Did you draw this?” He seemed amazed.

“Uh....yeah actually. It’s a therapy method Jeremy taught me. Channeling your feelings into art or words. Poetry and art are kinda fun I guess.” The boy said slowly.

“It’s astonishing accurate for a high school student.” Logan complimented.

“Yeah.” Virgil looked down at his realistic drawing and seemed to smile slightly.

“Were you and Jeremy close?” Logan asked warily.

“Yeah, I’d say so. He used to go on walks with me and helped me with homework. On the weekends he would take me on drives at night once he got his license. Then he went to collage and dropped out because of tuition. Remy thought he had gotten involved with alcohol or something and had lost his job. Jeremy told me he had gotten sexually harassed so he quit. Remy wouldn’t listen though. He never does.” Virgil explained quietly.

“I...I never knew.” Logan turned back to where Jeremy was slightly smiling with Emile now and his eyes occasionally drifted to Virgil sitting in the corner.

“He wouldn’t have told you. Jer has always been kind of closed off. As far as I knew I was the only exception.” Virgil stated blandly.

“Hey Vee!” Emile smiled brightly and waved him over. Logan suddenly felt out of place. He considered leaving but he couldn’t bring himself to leave. He needed to talk to Jeremy.

Jeremy embraced Virgil best he could and ruffled his brightly indigo streaked hair, messing it even more. They started talking and Jeremy smiled brighter than Logan had ever seen. That smile made his palms sweaty and his heart skip, Logan wanted that smile to stay forever...

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Okay yeah this chapter was angsty and Remy is way out of character but I needed a reason why Janus was always so bitter. I managed to include some fluffy heartache bits though so I’m proud of myself. Next chapter I think I’ll include the library again, and I can’t decide whether to put Janus(Jeremy) in a wheelchair or put him on crutches SO you my dear foxlings get to help me out. Crutches or Wheelchair and should he be permanently paralyzed in that leg? Let me know via a dm or just comment (reply) on this post.

 Until next time my dear Foxlings!

[freevoidman]

Aw, thank you anon! Here’s what I got for ya:

Prompto

Prompto spends an unhealthy amount of the first year grieving and essentially having an existential crisis because of the events in Niflheim.

((It really doesn’t help that Niflheim immigrants are treated really shittily, and while he feels somewhat okay around Gladio and Ignis, he doesn’t know how others will react upon seeing his tattoo, or learning about his origins through refugee reports))

He’s unbelievably depressed, knowing that Noctis is trapped inside the Crystal, and he doesn’t know how long his best friend will remain stuck inside there, wasting away.

However, he knows he has to help other people, and he shoves aside his feelings to remain that smiling source of joy for others to appreciate and live vicariously through.

When he crashes, it’s not Gladio or Ignis that comfort him. Rather, it’s the group of Glaives and stragglers that he was travelling with. They have to turn back from the hunt they’re on, despite Prompto’s protests.

Gladio and Ignis don’t come, mainly because no one knows that they’re close friends, and they don’t get word about his breakdown until months after it occurred.

They both feel unbelievably guilty, especially because the one that told them about Prompto’s breakdown was Iris, and she heard about it through second-hand gossip.

After the first year, Prompto goes on more hunts, though his goal isn’t really to kill everything (though that is part of it).

His camera is still in working order, and most of his time is spent documenting the decade of darkness--any new daemons, changes in the land, keeping images and reports about mankind and the state of the nations, when he can find refugees.

When the decade ends, he publishes his works anonymously and for a very, very cheap price, with the back of the book advertising his apartment if people want to tell him first-hand stories of their experiences during the decade.

It’s meant to be a coping mechanism, not only for him, but for everyone else who’s lost something during the ten, unforgiving years.

Gladio and Ignis are the first to show up, along with other close friends of Prompto who managed to survive.

Even Aranea shows up, to his surprise, and she talks about how Niflheim dealt with the decade.

When the book is published, it’s done in droves, and it’s immediately kept in safe-keeping for historians to study later on.

Prompto’s story is remembered, and that’s what really matters to him.

Ignis

The first year or two consists of him getting used to his blindness, and figuring out how to fight efficiently without his sight.

It annoys him to no extent, because now he has to learn how to read braille. He can’t even read the newspaper without assistance.

He gets a text-to-speech app for his text messages in case Prompto or Gladio text him about an update concerning Noctis or the state of affairs in other safeholds.

He turns it off after receiving text after text about the latest felled city, and rarely anything positive comes through. If something drastic happens, they can call him, or a Glaive can inform him.

He keeps to short knives while fighting for a while, because it’s easier for him to keep close to his opponent and hear where they might be than with a gun or a polearm.

He used his cane as a weapon once, when his back was against the wall.

It was stupidly effective, actually. He uses it regularly as a weapon, and it’s how he slowly weans himself off relying on it for navigation.

While in Leide and travelling to Lestallum occasionally, he typically works in ‘soup kitchens’ for refugees or those recovering from serious daemon attacks.

I put soup kitchen in quotation marks because Ignis slowly but surely ventures away from soup and into more exotic dishes, when he can.

He learns how to cook while blind, becoming familiar with his station, learning to identify ingredients by touch and smell alone, and it… actually improves his cooking somehow?

If you want an example of the level of skill I’m thinking of, here’s a few clips of Christine Ha’s stuff on MasterChef (she’s AMAZING!)

Like, he can just instinctively sense how much spice is enough, when something’s broiled for long enough, etc.

Everyone is incredibly impressed and they often hail him as the best cook to grace the decade.

Other than that, Ignis works on managing resources for safe holds, divvying up money and supplies to where they’re most needed.

He helps take the burden off of other people, and it gives him something to occupy his time so that he doesn’t really have to think about how many days, how many weeks, months, years pass without Noctis and the others by his side.

Gladio

Gladio doesn’t grieve.

Personal headcannon here is that Gladio does the ‘tough man thing’ and doesn’t properly grieve, instead shoving his emotions to the furthest corner of his mind and refusing to acknowledge it

He does acknowledge it, once, with Iris. She pushes him to let it all out and… it’s ugly. He’s not a pretty crier, but he feels so much better once he does it.

He cries a bit more after that, but never around people he knows (except Iris, because that’s what little sisters are for).

He uses his ‘big size’ as an advantage, helping rebuild some settlements when he can, but most of the time, he becomes a beacon.

Innocent people often flock to him because he’s a clear pillar of protection, in a way. He helps wherever he can, especially for women who have been abused, or persecuted by someone more… depraved.

((He’s had to chase after perverts a couple times, and he beats them until they can’t get up to walk. He often says it’s to protect others from their lecherous intentions--which is true!--but it’s also a form of stress-relief.))

((Fighting is a way for him to vent, and there’s a clear-cut difference between beating a daemon to death, and beating a horrible human being to the brink))

((He imagines that they’re Ardyn more often than not, and… he doesn’t want to admit how good it makes him feel afterwards))

Gladio spends most of his time on hunts, doing his best to destress and protect others without dwelling on his own emotions.

He pushes himself close to the brink of death too frequently than what would be considered healthy. Iris eventually calls for an intervention, gathering Glaives, Ignis, Prompto, and even Cindy to tell him to cool it and stay alive.

He takes it to heart, especially when Ignis starts to break down and cries halfway through the meeting.

He, Ignis, and Prompto meet up more after that, doing their best to stay connected and updated about their personal problems. They help each other out when they can.

[archived-azarovsslayer]

HeadCannon/Lore: Spirit World

[[This post contains personal Lore for this blog, and will be a reference sheet for various ideas/concepts I will bring up in threads. This post will be edited and changed as the game, Dead by Daylight, and my own personal head canons do. To see any other of my own interpretations of the Dead by Daylight world look up anything under my LORE tag.]]

When the Wraith cloaks he is not simply turning invisible he goes into a second reality he calls the Spirit World. This is a place where things such as ghosts and supernatural beings that can’t be seen through normal human sight reside. Think of this place as being similar to the Warp from Warhammer 40k or the Fade from Dragon Age; emotions and ideas that are present enough in a certain area are given physical form and can be anything from harmless sprites to living nightmares. Most Spirits are harmless but some have been know to attack those even in the physical world leaving their victims with mental trauma and various from of psychosis.

Philip has found by studying the Spirit World one can draw on it’s power through certain rituals, symbols and words to create what could be understood as magic. Though this comes a great cost to the users sanity as to use manipulate the Spirit’s can bend the users understanding of true reality.

If someone from the physical world were to find themselves within the supernatural world it wouldn’t take long for them to get lost from known space and end up in an environment that makes no logical sense. The confusing realm can drive those from the physical world into insanity and those usually lost within find ways to destroy their physical form to be permanently bound to it. The Wraith himself has only spent a max of 17 days within the Spirit World before he had to be removed by the Entity. 

Know that not everything supernatural in the Entities Realm comes from the Spirit World, it is just the lens the Wraith uses to attempt understand foreign, arcane or eldritch events or ideas. 

X

Something that stands out when traveling through the Spirit World is the way locations look inside the second reality. While for the most part the locations themselves appear exactly the same save for maybe a difference in colour, sound, or smell what resides inside is vastly different and usually (at least inside the Entities realm) terrifying. Below are some examples of locations as from seen inside the Spirit World.

MacMillan Estate

The Estate is littered with shadows of the men that worked under the MacMillan’s, it is unclear if these beings are the ghosts of the men that died or just the idea of them made physical. They are hostile towards Evan MacMillan who frequents the area the most and who probably manifested the idea of them. The smell and taste of iron and smoke is always present in the air and the sound of workers singing forlorn songs can usually be heard in the distance. That most frightening part of the Estate is the manor where the shadows of the workers will openly attack any that venture close, forcing the afflicted to run away in fear and guilt. There is also a particularly violent Spirit that takes the shape of a starving dire wolf that happily devours anything in it’s path. The Trapper himself believes this might be the ghost of his father.

Coldwind Farm

The first thing that stands out in the Hillbilly’s territory is the heat. While Coldwind Farm is usually hot, the heat inside the Spirit World is almost unbearable and carries with it an unnatural haze as if the place was burning in the sun. The animals in the physical world may have long since died but their images remain in twisted half human half beast forms. They scream endlessly in both human and animal cries as if their bodies are painful to carry. When studying these creatures in greater detail you will begin to notice striking similarities between their more human parts. While their more animalistic side can be be anything from the limbs, faces or bodies of cows, pigs or even rotting plant growth, any human features will always repeat as the same three people. There are two men and one women whose faces and bodies repeat in the monstrosities, their forms being too hideous to define any human traits such as age. It is certain however that the smaller male figure and the female figure are similar enough to be siblings, while the larger male may be the females mate considering his protective nature over her. While this may be the relationship between the three both males have been known rut against the female, the only difference being that the smaller male is more subtle about it.

Autohaven Wreckers

The junkyard is surprisingly empty of Spirits due to Philip understanding of the Spirit World and oppression of his own feelings. It’s mostly the sound that slowly edges into one's mind after prolonged journeys in Autohaven. It will start as simple whispers and grow into begging screams that echo inside metal cages, the Wraith knows them to be his guilt towards murdering all those unknown victims within the car crusher. Much like the dire wolf that wanders the MacMillan Estate Autohaven is plagued by a giant snake that crawls in between the scrap cubes. It is usually roams around Azarov’s resting place and while it doesn’t attack anyone it is known to whisper false truths that can break even the strongest of will.                              

Crotus Prenn Asylum

Like stepping into a perfectly sound proof room the ground of the Asylum can be so mute you can hear your own breath leak out of your body. Reminders of the patients that once resided here appear as white shades that twitch as they gasp for the air stolen from them. Fire billows from the broken buildings even though it rages without sound or heat, the black smoke it produces falls to the ground and clings to every surface like a gaseous snow. As silent as Crotus Prenn can be when it’s matron resides inside the occasional faint desperate sound of a man shouting can be heard in the distance, but his words are never clear and always go unanswered.

Haddonfield

This town is a dead place, the bright colours that can be seen in the real world are sucked out to a dull black, white and gray. The only spots of colour are the shadows of teenagers that look no different than some of the survivors except for their faces. There mouths and noses are completely missing and their eyes have been widened to extreme levels and given a dead white hue. They act as if they’re desperately trying to watch over the area viewing anyone that cross their path. Usually they’ll keep their distance but they have been known suddenly jump in front of people causing temporary fits of confusion.

Backwater Swamp

Though the occasional sprites of dying aquatic and insectoid life can be found amongst the reeds the main inhabitants are the bulbous ghosts that sink in and out of the swamp. They are gluttonous in nature but only towards other spirits as they skittishly shy away from beings from the physical world. However the most interesting thing observed within the swamp is its owners work with totems. Whether Lisa is actively drawing on the power of the Spirit World or not the small totems within the become great bonfires thick with supernal energy inside the second reality. They act like lighthouse beckoning smaller spirits to carry the curses or blessings towards the totems intended target, a marvel that continues intrigue the Wraith.

Léry Memorial Institute

Inside the spirit realm the Institute becomes more mase like and difficult to navigate as a sense of vertigo can clog the spirit walkers vision. The confusing nature of Léry’s isn’t helped by its inhabitants. Shadows resting within the Institute flash in and out of existence their curiosity becoming and intolerable nuisance. They are vocal and touchy asking questions of either no importance or utterly impossible to answer. Along with the pestering of the shadows once mind can easily become numb and erratic with the buzzing of electricity if a spirit walker where to stay for too long. After long stay within Léry’s spirit world bouts of amnesia or headaches are all too common along with hallucinations of the curious shadows.

Red Forest

One can always tell when they're coming close to the outskirts of the Red Forest when the hum of little girls fill the air. The small harmless and frightened shadows of lost daughters wander the woods aimlessly, most cry and sob in desperation as if trying to find their long dead families. They hide in the underbrush of trees staying away from any cabins or man made structures and are very skittish when anything approaches them. However they are easy to find as they are cursed to sing the same Slavic lullaby the matron of their Forest hums, Bayu Bayushki Bayu. An rare spirit can be seen when human blood has not been spilled in the forest for several days. A beautiful white wolf with painted red and black markings across it’s fur will appear in the woods, the lost daughters will then stop singing and crying and rush to her side and huddle against her fur. The wolf herself is uncommonly kind and even speaks fluent Russian, it is even more surprising that she will let any approach her unless they seek to harm her adoptive daughters. There the Spirits will stay in blissful peace together until blood is spilled once more and the mother wolf will fade into the darkness.

Springwood

As if mocking the state it once possibly was Springwood is brightened with light as the colours of the neighborhood are tinged a strange pastel. The shadows here almost reflect it as well, the smiling faces of happy american families with subtle laughter and kind conversation echoing inaudible from them. It isn’t until one lingers to close to one that they will violently spasum a throw wild fits. They speak of vengeance and depraved acts screaming out and wishing for ‘Springwood Slasher’ to finally pay the price. After such tantrums they will fall unconscious only returning to their fake personas after the viewer has left, however in this state they are most dangerous to interact with. Merely touching one can can induce a state of catatonia that in the worst cases can last for weeks, all the while the afflicted dreams of strange far off terrors and mystical places unknown by normal men. Could it be possible that these places are not just strange dreams and my be actual places connected to the spirit world, one can only guess.

Gideon Meat Plant

Stone walls within this building become grotesque metal machines that ooze and moan dreadful sounds as puss and blood grease there ligaments. It can be assumed that these structures represent what's left of the lingering shadows of people and ideas lost within the meat plant to whatever mind seems content to keep these machines within running. If one is patient and quiet you will begin to notice the machines reverberate with whispers of redemption and renewal. Such suggestion are off put by the disgusting nature of the machines that seem to incline methods of unspeakable torture. The very visage of the machines that make up Gideon Meat Plant eat away at any hope to understand what their creator was originally trying to say, and muddy it in an ugly display of violence.

The Carny's Caravan

While the caravan doesn’t leave any lasting changes to the spiritual realms it passes through the convoy itself is a disgusting display. The wooden frames of the cart give of the smell of feces, rotten food and whiskey that attack the visitors senses as soon as they get to close. Lingering for to long around Caravan can produce many different sickness such as nausea, indigestion, shortness of breath or most commonly drowsiness. Despite these obvious reason to avoid the caravan after leaving a strange symptoms of withdrawal often come over anyone who stay too close to the convoy. As if dizzy from a hangover the caravan almost invites spirit walkers to stay in it’s presence despite it’s repugnant presence.                   

Yamaoka Estate

Surprisingly the Estate itself seems to blend with spiritual energy of the realm, one can only assume that before being taken by the Entity this place was in tune with the spirits of its land. There is a quiet remorsefulness when entering the Estates grounds within the spirit world, the shadows here are some of the most docile in the realm. The humanoid ghostly spirits that wander the grounds are most likely visages of the Yamaoka family ancestors. The walk and act in a mournful silence their heads usually bowed in reverence as they refuse to interact with anyone. There only change in behaviour is when Rin walks the grounds. Whenever she chooses to Haunt and area any ancestors near by will rush to her side and move with her as Rin passes through the spirit world.  

The Wilderness

The land in between the killers is covered in a mix of open bleak plains and pale dark forests, and is were the survivors reside when they are not forced into trials. Aside from distant sobs and moans that mark the ever present feeling of hopelessness there are surprising no shadows that stalk the grounds, instead replaced by the ever watching talons of the Entity. While the spider-like Gods limbs can often be seen everywhere within it’s realm they are exceedingly present in the Wilderness. Even the fires that the survivors desperately cling to are just in truth a mess of glowing chitin clad limbs disguise as something to bring comfort in the darkness.  

Camp Crystal Lake

Whether inside or outside the Spirit World the ground surrounding the lake are exceedingly dangerous. The camp ground is shown to be one giant trap when seen from the other world, it appears harmless and completely normal until one smells the blood and gore on the wind. When you feel liquid flowing through your feet and release your no where near the water's edge, when you cannot see a single spirit for miles you realize this was the place of a massacre. When the (possibly immortal) women who has claimed this place as her own sees you cross into her land it is in one's best interest to leave, as the dread within the Spirit World is too heavy to ignore.

[susannahsteiner]

How would Batman cover up Robin's and Jason Todd's death, making sure no one connected the two as the same person.

How would Batman cover up Robin’s and Jason Todd’s death, making sure no one connected the two as the same person.

This is a question that’s bothered me for a long time and I think I’ve figured out how. Bruce could make a fake news headline stating that, “Robin, the Boy Wonder Dies Trying to Save Bruce Wayne’s Ward, Jason Todd”.

It could be written more gracefully but you get the idea. Bruce owns the daily planet so he can basically publish whatever he wants.

Right after Jason’s death, the Joker gains diplomatic immunity and Superman is sent to prevent Batman from beating him to an inch within his life. I want this incident to put a huge rift between Bruce and Clark, metaphorically putting an end to “The World’s Finest”. Once they considered themselves the best of friends and now Bruce coldly refers to their relationship as long-term acquaintances. No more jokes or teasing between the two. Batman tries to finish the mission as quickly as possible and the moment he’s done, he disappears. If there are other people, he divides the group so that he’s with someone else and Clark is in the opposite direction. Bruce also dodges Clark all the time to the point where Clark gives up after trying so hard for so long. As opposed to in the past where he usually lingers a little to make small talk before slipping away.

I also imagine that Lois has just given birth to Jon. I’m not a mother but I’m sure that the birth of a first child is magical. And because of that she has become somewhat soft hearted. Which gives Bruce the leverage he needs to convince/persuade/emotionally blackmails Lois into writing the article about Jason and Robin even though she is a strict believer in finding and only reporting the Truth.

Bruce kind of convinces her by guilting her of what she would feel like if she lost her son and by pressuring her of possible consequences of ppl linking Robin to Jason and him to Batman. He may also tell her/make up a story about how the Justice League is in full swing only because “he, Bruce” the “human” is there to control these God-like creatures. And because he has no powers and can still take down the Justice League, that is why the American Government lets the League function. He can also say that he bribes many ppl on the inside of the government to look the other way regarding superman as he has singlehandedly produced enough damage as Hurricane Katrina because of his powers. (Okay that may or may not be an exaggeration but you get my point)

The reason Bruce asks her to write the article is because Lois is a “famous” news reporter and is thus “trustworthy” so if Bruce can get the story published under her name, no one would really ask any questions.

Batman also has a camera recording everything that goes on when he puts on the cowl so he could choose many images to forge the cover picture for the article. Since he made it a point to master multiple technologies to hack into systems and to keep his identity safe, I imagine he also mastered image manipulation and that he begrudgingly uses them to forge an appropriate image for the “occasion”.

This incident not only distances Bruce from Clark, but also the rest of his friends from the League which is why none of them are there for Jason’s funeral, as in he didn’t or Alfred didn’t invite them.

The funeral is obviously private because Bruce doesn’t want to deal with the media right now. The attendees are Bruce, Alfred, Barbara(Oracle), Commissioner Gordon, Lucius Fox (and his son Luke maybe?), Leslie Thompson, maybe Selina, AND DICK GRAYSON DAMNIT.

WHY THE HELL WAS HE NOT INFORMED OF JASON’S DEATH?!?! ALFRED SHOULD HAVE CONTACTED HIM FIRST LIKE YOUR YOUNGER SON JUST DIED SO YOU SHOULD HAVE THE DECENCY TO TELL YOUR OLDER SON. THIS NEVER FAILS TO ANNOY ME. IM JUST GONNA WRITE THIS OFF AS A MISTAKE ON DC’S PART BECAUSE THEY LIKE MAN PAIN AND DECIDED THEY WERE GONNA PUT MORE ANGST FOR BOTH BRUCE AND DICK.

The members of the Justice League, and some from the Young Justice team come visit a few at a time to check up on Bruce but Bruce is locked up in his or Jason’s room so Alfred attends to them.

I feel like Conner from the Young Justice TV show (the introvert softy but with rage issues) would have been able to relate to Jason the most because they were both kind of “replacements for the originals”. Conner being a replacement for Clark and Jason being a replacement for Dick. Although the latter isn’t completely true, many of Dick’s team mates (Teen Titans I mean here. The Young Justice team dealt with clones of Superman and Roy Harper and Artemis “replacing” Roy as the archer in the team- this team didn’t mind too much so Jason got along with them better) probably felt that way and didn’t warm up to Jason too quickly and kind of gave him dirty looks when Dick wasn’t looking. By the time they realized their mistake, Jason would have passed away. Conner losing someone for the first time and trying to act fine but then breaks down in his room privately because he doesn’t want to be seen.

I feel like Jason and Conner would be good friends. Like, Conner is the quiet type and Jason I think is considered an extrovert. And because Jason is Nightwing’s “little bro” Conner decides to humor him and listen to what he’s saying. Jason had high grades in school(his grade average was like a 94%. Even his teacher thought he needed to chill. Lol when you’re so op everybody is jealous) and I think he was super into reading. So because he would read a lot, he was exposed to different lines of thinking and he shared those open minded ideas with Conner because Conner actively listened but also because Conner was too afraid of offending Jason and in turn rubbing Dick the wrong way, so he always listened, nodding and answering when necessary. Pretty soon he found himself talking and debating with Jason and reading the things that Jason recommended.

This is what got Conner to unfortunately break up with Megan (m'gann??). Because Conner was exposed to these ideas that Lobotomy was wrong and that all people have certain rights, even though they may be trash, inequality, violence, rape??(Jason ran into a few incidents with rape victims during his run as Robin so maybe he vented to Conner instead of Bruce because of Bruce’s no kill rule and Bruce can sometimes be a brick wall), laws, psychology, philosophy, etc.

This is what got Conner thinking about what Megan was doing and confronting her about it. Then being strong enough to break up with the person he was the most closest to and had been with him his whole life because he knew what she was doing was wrong and was strong enough not to ignore it.

I feel like this says a lot about him and it would develop his character. Because at the very beginning, he was this guy with rage issues who didn’t like to listen to people. Then, once his rage issues slowly decreasing, he obediently follows orders or suggestions(or politely declines??? Season 2 his birthday he declines going out with that other chick??? I don’t remember am I just making things up??) and becomes much more easy to approach and nicer. Lessening his ego to ask Canary to teach him how to fight properly and later happily sparring with Aqualad in season 1.

Near the middle of season 2 he has “the talk” with Megan (but his break up was during the time skip…he still took suggestion and orders seriously tho like how he should read previous reports of missions to increase his general and battle field knowledge) which shows that despite being obedient to his what the league tells him and to his peers who have lived much longer than him and generally know what’s best, he can still think on his own and isn’t a “yes-man” to everybody.

I also feel like Megan and Conner getting back together destroyed the whole character development in a sense because when people recall their relationship, they will probably glaze over why they broke up in the first place. Usually saying things like, “oh yeah and they broke up for two seconds and got back together again”.

Even though at the beginning I was all for the two to be together, I think it was good that they showed an actual break up because that happens in life. You can both love each other with all your hearts and still not be “meant to be”.

I didn’t like how quickly Megan got with Lagoon boy but honestly I’m glad because then I wouldn’t have to barf through them flirty and finally getting together so I kind of appreciate it in a sense. Doesn’t mean I like it, but still.

And although I don’t like Lagoon boy either, I was hoping that he would stay together with Megan. I didn’t like that she broke it off. Even though Conner may have been right about the “rebound guy” part, that didn’t mean she had to break it off. It would have been nice to see her have a healthy relationship after a break up. That’s something that’s kind of rare in most tv dramas. Or maybe I just wanted to have a sure fire way to make sure Conner and Megan didn’t get back together again.

I would also like to commend Megan for acknowledging her mistakes and apologizing to Conner for it. (Although it took jacking up and fixing Aqualad’s brains to do it. )

Well this post went in a completely different direction then what I expected. So this is what a 180 looks like. I have no regrets. These are my headcannons. This is my life and these are my choices. I bet like no one is gonna read this because it is so long…… I’m sorry. I don’t know how to do the thing with the read more button and it cuts off a fourth in.