#she stole it from [redacted]

[sableunavailable]

Babygirl got revamped, peep the horror

[rhymaes]

girl what the fuck ur telling me i was in a psycho-sexual pseudo relationship for two years that left psychological imprints & i didnt even get to ENJOY IT because she hates lesbians so much

[sweetromanova]

Claw & Order: Part Two🐾

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Natasha Romanoff is being accused of grand theft feline. The evidence? A very smug tabby. The problem? She kinda loves him now.

A/N: part three and four to follow👀

Chapter Two

“HEY! YOU- YOU- CAT-THIEF!” Natasha looked up.

You were storming down the stairs of your building like you’d been lying in wait, fists clenched, murder in your eyes, a crumpled flyer flapping like a war banner in one hand. You pointed at her with all the rage of someone who had been personally victimised by every member of SHIELD.

“I knew it.” You shouted, practically vibrating. “I knew someone stole my cat- YOU stole my cat!”

Natasha raised a brow. “Excuse me-“

“You kidnapped him! You cat-napped him! An Avenger CAT NAPPED MY CAT?! How righteous.” Your voice was borderline hysterical now, rising with every word. “You lured him with your fancy assassin snacks and your deceptively soft clothes and he fell for it like a TRAITOR!”

Liho meowed, completely unfazed.

“You think I wouldn’t notice?” You snapped, jabbing the flyer toward her face. “This photo has been up in every coffee shop and bodega within twenty blocks!”

“I didn’t see it.” Natasha said evenly, trying to not escalate the situation. “He showed up at the tower and I thought he was a stray.”

“Oh yeah? Just conveniently stray enough to wander past all the fancy Stark tech and security guards and make himself comfortable on your designer duvet?

Natasha blinked. “He… has good taste.”

“HE HAS A MICROCHIP!”

“I didn’t scan him.” This was going no where, Natasha thought. “Look I fed him tuna once. Maybe twice.”

“TUNA?!”

“It was organic.”

“You seduced my cat!”

Natasha stared. “…I’m sorry. I what?”

“You seduced him with room service and shiny toys and now he thinks he’s too good for my IKEA furniture!”

Natasha glanced down at the carrier, where Liho was poking his paw through the mesh, entirely unbothered by your escalating volume.

“I didn’t plan this. I didn’t steal him. He just kept coming back.”

“Oh, right.” You scoffed, sarcasm dripping. “Like some furry little Mission Impossible agent, scaling compound walls and disabling Stark defenses to get a snack from a redacted Russian spy? That’s your defense?”

“…He’s very agile.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You better be glad I don’t press charges.”

“I already brought him back.” Natasha pointed out.

“Too late! The damage is done! I’ve been crying into a $12 pint of oat milk ice cream for three days! Three! I thought he was in a gutter!”

Natasha said nothing. She could’ve explained, maybe. Apologized, awkwardly. But you were on a roll now, hands flailing as you listed her crimes.

“Do you know how many times I circled this neighborhood? How many hours I spent crouching in alleyways calling him like a sad ex at 2am? You stole my cat, you tuna-wielding homewrecker!”

“…That’s new.” Liho chirped like he found that accurate.

“I’m taking him back.” You snapped, reaching for the carrier. “And you- you can go back to your lonely, emotionally repressed murder-bed without him.”

Natasha didn’t fight you.

You took one last glance of anger at her and turned, muttering angrily under your breath as you stormed away.

Natasha watched you go. Under her breath, she whispered. “You’re welcome.”

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There was something about the post-mission debrief that always felt like therapy with too many snacks. Except this time, no one had been on a mission. And Natasha was very much not planning to talk about feelings. Or cats. Or the fact that her apartment now felt weirdly quiet.

She sipped her drink slowly, eyes fixed on the news silently scrolling across the TV. Clint dropped onto the couch beside her with a grunt.

“You good?” He asked, reaching for a bowl of popcorn like it hadn’t been someone else’s hand.

“Fine.”

“Sure.” He said, unconvinced. “You’ve been brooding harder than usual. Even for you.”

“I am not brooding.”

“You’re brooding in HD.”

Sam strolled in from the kitchen, grinning. “Is this about the cat?”

Clint perked up. “Wait- what cat?”

Wanda entered right behind him, looking way too pleased with herself. “Oh.” She said sweetly, grabbing a sparkling water. “You mean Liho? The one Natasha definitely didn’t steal?”

Natasha exhaled slowly. “I didn’t steal him.”

Wanda flopped onto the other couch and crossed her legs. “Sure. He just ‘appeared’ in your room. Every day. For a week.”

Sam grinned. “With his own blanket and feeding schedule.”

Clint’s mouth dropped open. “Wait, you adopted a cat?!”

“I didn’t adopt him.” Natasha muttered. “He adopted me. And I gave him back.”

Wanda sipped her drink. “After the yelling.”

“What yelling?” Clint was nearly vibrating now. “Who yelled at you?!”

“Can I just say I’m never telling you anything again Witch?!” Natasha looked up, deadpan. “His original owner found me, in the street as I tried to return him. Yelled at me for ‘seducing her cat with premium tuna and fancy furniture.”

There was a moment of silence.

Then Clint exploded. He doubled over on the couch, practically weeping with laughter. Sam dropped his drink. Wanda didn’t even try to hide her smirk.

“Oh my god.” Clint wheezed.

“No!” Sam shouted. “NO WAY! She really gave it to you? To your face?!”

“She accused me of ‘weaponising tuna against her.’”

Clint was now on the floor.

Wanda raised a brow. “…Did you?”

Natasha blinked. “It was organic.”

More howling.

Clint was trying to breathe. “You- you- an international assassin got publicly shamed for catnapping via affection. This is better than the Budapest file.”

Sam wiped his eyes. “Please tell me there’s security footage.”

“There’s probably footage from some security camera.”Wanda said smugly. “FRIDAY?”

“Would you like it on the main screen?”

“No!” Natasha snapped.

“Yes.” The team chorused, she was never living this down.

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Natasha lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. It was quiet, no soft grumbles, no light breathing or purring.

She’d already cleaned the corner where his toy mouse used to be, washed the blanket, closed the window Liho used to sit in.

She hadn’t realised how used to the soft weight of him she’d become. The purring, the judging stares when she didn’t finish her food.

She exhaled.

“…I am not a cat-seducing menace.”

No one answered.

Except, maybe, the empty spot at the foot of her bed.

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It was a couple days later and the morning had started like any other, mildly chaotic. Clint had stolen Wanda’s yogurt bowl, Steve was pretending not to notice and Sam was arguing with FRIDAY about music choices in the gym.

“Something’s going on downstairs.” Tony commented, looking at the security alert on his phone.

“Something as in nothing or something as in I’ve got to suit up?” Sam questioned, praying for the first part.

“Nah, it’s nothing. Some crazy woman shouting about a cat.”

Clint didn’t miss how Natasha’s tensed.

“Maybe we should ask Friday.” He suggested, still staring at the redhead that was looking everywhere but him.

“I mean sure, if you care so much.” Tony shrugged, clueless to the growing tension. “Friday, what’s the situation in the lobby?”

“It appears a civilian in the lobby is demanding to speak with Agent Romanoff. They’re… emotionally distressed and accusing you of cat theft. Again.”

Wanda dropped her spoon into her cereal.

Clint spun in his chair. “No. Way.”

“I don’t have the cat!” Natasha exclaimed.

“Wait- What Cat?” Tony was left ignored as the redhead stormed downstairs.

⋆⋆⋆⋆

You were already yelling by the time security hesitantly opened the doors.

“WHERE IS SHE?”

The receptionist blinked. “I- Can I help-“

“Don’t play dumb, I know she’s here! Natasha Romanoff! Red hair, dead eyes, probably smells like tuna and theft!”

You held up the flyer, crumpled, tear-streaked, freshly re-printed.

“Milo’s gone. Gone! And do you know what that means?” You shouted, spinning toward a confused security guard. “It means someone took him. And there’s only one person insane and manipulative enough to do that! THE CAT-SNATCHING, TUNA-BRIBING ASSASSIN HERSELF.”

There was a long pause as your words echoed through the lobby.

Then the elevator dinged.

Natasha stepped out and stopped. “…What the hell is happening?”

You turned slowly, eyes bloodshot, fists clenched like this was round two of a grudge match no one else was ready for.

“You.” You hissed, voice shaking. “You took him again.”

Natasha’s brow furrowed. “What—”

“Don’t play innocent. He was fine until you got your emotionally stunted hands all over him. Now he’s vanished. Again. Like a tiny, furry double agent with a jetpack.”

Natasha opened her mouth. Closed it.

Behind her, Sam whispered. “Should we be calling, like, a professional?”

Clint leaned over the balcony. “Let them fight.”

You stomped closer, tears barely contained. “He slept in my laundry basket. He batted my toothbrush under the fridge! We cuddled! I thought he was safe and then I come home and he’s just gone and there’s only one person who’s ever made him leave before- you!”

“I didn’t take him.” Natasha said, quietly but firmly.

“You didn’t not take him either!”

Natasha stepped forward, voice low. “Do you really think I’d take him after everything? After what you said to me on the street?”

You faltered.

The weight of everything slammed into you, panic, sleep deprivation, guilt, missing fur and empty corners and all the soft little rituals that had vanished with him.

“I-“

“I don’t have your cat. I returned him the second I found out he was missing.” Natasha explained. “So I’m sorry he’s gone but I didn’t take him.”

“But-“

“Are you sure he’s missing?”

“I’m sure. He doesn’t do this, ever. We don’t have much but…” You faltered, tears springing in your eyes. “We don’t have much but we have each other and he’s never left for this long.”

Natasha hesitated.

“I just want him back.” You whispered, suddenly feeling just so so tired.

For a second, just one heartbeat, Natasha’s expression cracked, worry flickering through her cool mask.

“…Let me help.”

You looked up at her, startled. “What?”

“Let me help you find him.”

You blinked. “But… I- I shouted at you.”

Natasha sighed. “You did and maybe I deserved some things you said.”

“Not the tuna thing.” You muttered.

“No, definitely not the tuna thing.” She said. “I fed him. I didn’t brainwash him.”

“He chose you over me.”

“He chose whoever had snacks. Don’t take it personally.”

You almost laughed. Almost.

She held out her hand. “Let me help.”

You hesitated… then nodded.

Somewhere above you, Sam whispered. “So is this a rom-com now or what?”

Clint was already placing a new bet in the group chat.

[dani-ya-dig]

Something that I really love about Sam, and have always loved since I listened to his first video, is how he entirely subverts the expectations for vampires. Not just modern day ones but the expectations that have always been there for vampires.

(And his southern accent but that’s not what this post is about)

When vampires first rose to popularity, what they represented was a fear of sexuality. They were inherently sexual creatures of the night who lured innocent people into the shadows with their powers of seduction only to drink their blood.

We even see this in most of the redacted vampires. Vincent was literally introduced as “the flirty vampire”. While later he was given some depth and we learn that he just picked up that act from Porter, it was still an integral part of him in the beginning. Even Alexis, as little from her as we have heard, she speaks in a very low, sultry tone. Even when she isn’t trying to be flirtatious.

This is a very inherent part of vampires some lore even describes it as a power that they have. (I believe this is addressed within Castle Audios lore as “the lure”)

But Sam doesn’t have that. He isn’t flirty. He isn’t seductive. Not in the traditional way anyways. (Because HOO BOY AM I SEDUCED)

Sam doesn’t try to lure Darlin in when they first meet. He doesn’t really try to lure darlin at all, really. They just naturally grew close. It was active flirtation, it was just chemistry and care.

Even when they do admit their feelings for each other Sam still doesn’t want to have sex. He hadn’t for over a decade, and the last person he had sex with stole his life away from him. Of course he didn’t feel comfortable.

And I think this all helps to portray the most important part of Sam’s backstory.

He wasn’t supposed to be a vampire.

He never planned on being turned. He didn’t want Alexis to turn him. He never wanted to be that.

The same could be said for Vincent, he didn’t wanted to be turned either. He wasn’t given a choice. However, Vincent still took on that flirty vampire persona.

I think this illustrates the difference in how Vincent and Sam grew into their turning over time. Vincent, while extremely depressed in the beginning of his turning, grew into it. He eventually learned to accept himself as a vampire, and even embrace it. I think him taking on that traditional, flirty vampire act, was his way of embracing what he now was.

Lovely’s part in Vincent’s character growth, rather than teaching him to accept himself as a vampire, was helping him to learn that he didn’t have to be someone new just because his mortal self is dead.

Sam, while he accepted the fact that he was a vampire passively, he never really embraced it as part of himself. I think this is really well illustrated by how he handled feeding before he fed from Darlin. “I’ve never been one to savor the taste. I just chug it like a supplement and pour a cup of something I actually like the taste of”. (That was paraphrased pls don’t hurt me if I got something wrong). He accepts that he needs blood to survive but he is going to incorporate it into his life passively, and focus on the things he actually likes. He accepts that he is a vampire, but he won’t take it as a part of himself.

I think this is even shown well in Sam choice to “chose morality” (as it was put in the trigger warnings of that one video, still hung up on that btw) rather than live forever. He accepts that he is immortal, but he isn’t going to embrace it.

To Sam vampirism isn’t a part of himself, it’s just something that was done to him. Like a giant scar that covers his body, his face, his eyes, even his core. It still isn’t him.

The way that Darlin plays into Sam’s character growth, I think has potential to change this and I think it’s something interesting to explore.

So far Darlin already has played a pretty big part in Sam’s character growth. Before meeting them he was closed off. Isolating himself from pretty much everyone but a few people in his clan. Darlin has brought him out of that. He now has people, he has the pack. While he does love Vincent and Lovely (and possibly Fred and Bright but we will never know what happened with them), it’s important to have people outside of the ones that you are forced to interact with by circumstance. Especially if said circumstances are horribly traumatic for you.

Blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb, and all that.

However, I think Darlin inadvertently helping Sam to embrace the vampiric aspects of himself is interesting concept. Especially now that Sam has fed from Darlin, and enjoyed it, and saw how much his mate enjoyed. I think Sam slowly accepting vampirism is absolutely a possibility in the future.

If it ever happens or not I will still adore Sam’s character all the same.

Anyways this was a really long winded way of explaining that I like how Sam subverts the typical tropes with vampires, and I appreciate how it ties into his turning being non-consensual. I like to rant if people haven’t picked up on that already lmao.

Also I miss my girlfriend. Erik bring Sam back home immediately.

[leashybebes]

Hope you feel better soon

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Please and thanks

sorry for the belated reply - due to well-established circumstances (ow, [redacted], i miss you already) i have been in the mood for writing anything other than og 118 + buck shenanigans the last couple of days, but that's next up to the plate, so here we go!

"You will not believe what this dumbass did today," Chim says, smacking the back of his hand into Buck's arm.

"Chim, c'mon," Buck whines.

"Oh?"

"He stole a truck," Chim says gleefully.

"To go get laid," Hen adds, her voice rich with judgement, and Buck wants to disappear into the ground.

"Huh. Well, needs must," Tommy says with a shrug. "I can't promise I wouldn't have, if I was out back then. All the boys love a firefighter. And girls, I guess."

"Thank you," Buck huffs.

"Yeah, but you wouldn't have then dipped your nasty unwashed fingers in my food," Hen interjects, and Buck feels like he's going to catch on fire when Tommy sends him a quick glance, eyes wide, eyebrows raised.

"Well, no," he admits. "I'd know better. You know she used to steal my lunch," he says, directing it mostly to Buck. "Total mean girl behavior."

"You benefited enormously from being bullied a little," Hen says.

"You're not wrong," Tommy admits. 

"Feels like you missed your window," Chimney says, pointing his beer bottle at Tommy. "Stealing a helicopter's gotta generate a lot of paperwork."

"Wouldn't know," Tommy says. "I'm a model employee."

"Tell that to Captain Bates," Hen and Chim say in perfect unison.

That feeling of being on the outside that's been bothering Buck all shift flares into life again, even if he's happy for the way Tommy slumps in his seat a little, hiding a blush and a smile behind another swig of his beer.

"Well, that guy was an asshole."

[nunca205s-art-gallery]

THE THREE TIMELINES

2. DIVERSION TIMELINE (Reverse Portal AU)

Stan saves Ford but it ends up being him the one to get pulled into it (with the 1st journal).

[Rubs her hands] Now here's the good stuff. (You can tell this is my favourite timeline.) This timeline is basically my AU mashed up with the reverse portal AU.

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After Stan gets pulled into the portal (mind you, he still has the burn), he manages to escape Bill (he just knew/sensed he was evil) and his minions. He hides in the asteroid shield, and then in an asteroid's crater, just like Ford. Then encounters the refugees, the people help him (by giving him the translator, and a recap of where is he, who is Bill, what is the multiverse and such, they also give him some equipment for survival and explain to him the basics of how to travel between dimensions. They also take care of his burn, but it will take time to fully heal). He escapes the Nightmare Realm and his travels begin.

Little facts and important plot points, cuz there's no way I'm redacting 30 years of dimension travelling:

His sole purpose is going back home, even though he has no idea of how to do it.

His hopes to return shatter when he encounters another Stan that got through the portal and tells him that their kind rarely ever makes it back (this would happen like, at year 2).

He almost takes his life that night, but he remembers what the Stan he encountered told him and decides to embrace this life, to live for himself and not to prove anything to anyone. (Even if he may not really think he's worthy of that, that his value relies on others' opinions of him.)

So he just wanders, looking for places to stay, but never for too long (2 years max). He's used to that lifestyle after all.

He comes across a few Stanford's too, some have better responses to him than others. He travelled with one for a while, but he died saving Stan from some bounty hunters (he has never felt more guilt over anything ever). He lost an eye here (year 6).

He's a criminal, but not a renowned one. He's a bit like a Robin Hood, but always looks out for himself first. He likes the idea of being a hero, or maybe something more like an antihero, so he helps people with small stuff wherever he goes.

He did contraband between dimensions for a while. (Deep down he hoped to come across his.)

He tried to rob the device they used to hop between dimensions, but let's just say he was lucky to leave alive from that situation.

He spent a lot of time in Lottocron Nine.

He feels glad that it was him that fell through the portal instead of Ford.

Sometimes he thinks about giving up, but he never does for too long.

He meets the Oracle at some point, they chill and become friends. (Bonding over future sight, she explains to him how is it that he got it.) (Year 14)

After 18 years he has a vision, a guy with what he says is a "portal gun". He gets super exited and thinks that he'll finally find a way to get back.

After a few weeks he encounters Rick Sanchez, he immediately knows that the guy is not someone you want as an enemy. They make a deal, Stan does (an extremely risky) infiltration mission to steal some info for Rick and he builds him a portal gun (and tells him how to make portal fluid).

Stan does it, and spends six months in a high security prison. He gets the info, starts a rebellion as a distraction for his prison break, gets out. (Rick helped him on that last part.)

He gets the gun from Rick and starts hopping between dimensions.

For the first time in forever he has hope.

Years pass, at some point he gets sick of it and just goes back to his old lifestyle for a bit. Then he steals some technology to identify dimensions and it helps him narrow down the number of places he has to go.

He has a list where he crosses the ones that are not the one.

More time passes (year 24), he encounters Rick again and he needs a favour. This time he has to get something some other criminals stole from him, some kind of alien biker gang.

They do it together this time and on the fray Stan loses his right arm. As a "sorry" Rick builds him a robot one (with a lot of secret little compartments, tools, and six fingers at Stan's request).

Time flies and suddenly 30 years have passed. And surprise, after all this time, he comes back home.

(He ages a bit slower btw, that might be because of the blessing or because the massive amount of portal hopping / multiverse travelling he did.)

What was Ford doing?

Getting depressed, that's what he was doing.

Running only by adrenaline, paranoia and an overwhelming sense of guilt (oh my god, he just killed his brother) he somehow pulled it off. Bro got an eureka moment and managed to get some unicorn hair to protect the house. Then,  after he managed to get some sleep he followed his original plan (it didn't go exactly as expected, aka, he didn't find anything at all except from the zodiac).

Not knowing what else to do a devastating feeling of hoplenessness came over him, leaving him on an almost catatonic state of depression. And since Bill couldn't do anything to him because of the spell he was just laying there.

And then, like the saving grace of god, Fiddleford came to the rescue. Or something like that...

He was going to make Ford stop by force, but when he got to the house and saw the state in which everything was in he was like "uh oh..."

He found Ford, and even though he was still mad at him he helped him. Ford told him everything that happened, continuously apologising to Fiddleford for not listening to him. Fiddleford was like "About damn time!!" and "I told you so!!".

So, Fidds helps Ford recompose himself, clean the place and find a way to get out of the shack without fearing Bill. (They find a sketchy doctor, BOOM, metal plate.)

They decide to stay low and not bring attention to the town.

They blow up the Bill cave, and get the 2nd journal away from the damn primary school (burn the Bill invocation spell).

(Ford forgot where the third one was.)

They start their own version of the mystery shack, but with accurate representations of the real stuff. AND a repair shop (that's where most of the money comes from).

They also work as protectors of some sort, a bridge between the normal world and the fantastical one. They look for signs of Bill's presence, more for security than anything. They also put barriers in other parts of town (the ones of unicorn hair).

They dismantle the Society of the Blind Eye (Fiddleford admitted that he started it, and that it was probably a bad idea). They discussed about breaking the memory gun, but they decided it could be useful in the future, so Ford hid it somewhere (he just put it under the floor on his room).

They seal the portal room, leaving it as it was. Fidds wanted to dismantle it, but Ford never let him (because of Stan this time, not the portal itself).

They heal, yippie!! Or something like that, Ford has to live with the crushing guilt of "killing" his brother; Fiddleford's wife divorced him and he lost custody of Tate. So they kind of only have eachother. (Fiddleford still has some memory problems, but nothing too serious.)

I hereby declare Fiddauthor canon in this timeline. (Even though I am more of a Fiddlestan gal.)

Bill decided to discharge this dimension, after all the portal is unusable and won't be repaired. He still has many dimensions to choose from anyway.

Years later the twins come for the summer and work on the expositions and tours. Dipper finds the journal, and the plot goes on.

The show begins:

The twins go to Gravity Falls to spend the summer, they will stay with their grunkle Ford and his colleague (wink wink) and work at their little museum. They soon find out that that's not the only thing their grunkles do.

A few days after they arrive (after Dipper finds the third journal) Ford takes them on an expedition as a bonding activity. He tells them that there's amazing things here, but there's also danger.

Ford and Fidds explain their purpose in this town, that they make sure that nothing evil gets to the town or the world. To make sure that humanity and magic stay apart and cool with eachother.

Soos and Wendy work there (at the same jobs as before, handyman and cashier at the giftshop). But Soos also works at the repair shop under Fiddleford's guidance (now Fiddleford has a son again and Soos has a new dad).

Guideon still is a menace in this one, but he doesn't have the book so he's not as dangerous as in canon. (At some point Fidds tells Ford "Imagine if you didn't dig out the journal at the school and this kid found it.")

Some adventures go the same, some different. Ford is more akin to Dipper, but Mabel has Fiddleford in this one. So it kind of balances it out. (And Fidds makes sure that Ford doesn't make Mabel feel left out, being a bridge between them and helping in communication.)

It doesn't take long for Dipper to realise who the author is (let's say, like a few weeks). And after being a bit indecisive (Mabel gives him courage) he decides to ask.

Fords admits that he's the author, and thanks him for finding the book. When Dipper asks for explanations about what happened (since he has read the journal two times already) Ford only tells him to not worry about it, that he fixed every back then (refusing to elaborate when Dipper insists).

Then he takes the journal from Dipper. The kid obviously gets mad at this. (This causes some resentment, and Dipper to be more secretive around the adults.) Ford tells him that is for his own safety.

Ford ends the conversation with the life lesson that he learned back then, that you can't do everything alone, you need family and friends in your life (the one he learned on the end of the show, basically).

At the end, this exchange causes a rift between Dipper and Ford, one that Ford isn't really aware of (and when he notices how the kid is not on board about doing nerd stuff together as much as before he feels bad, but he doesn't think it is anything too serious and that'll pass).

After the fight things are tense around the house for a bit, mostly because Dipper keeps making sharp and angry remarks at Ford (between other things). So there would be an episode about Mabel and Fiddleford trying to help so they can fix this.

It does help and things go back to being ok (but not the same as before, for Dipper won't idolise Ford anymore).

They still live adventures, with and without the grunkles.

Dipper starts his own "journal" out of spite. And to have a place to solve his own mysteries and record all the weird stuff on Gravity Falls. He sets himself the mission of learning what really happened thirty years ago. He noted down all the useful information he could remember about the third journal.

Everything moves on, and then one day Dipper and Ford were having another fight. Dipper and the others went did something reckless trying to find out the Old Mystery™ and got caught (maybe they went to the bunker, idk; but someone did get hurt).

So, they were all getting scolded, and Dipper was trying to fight back, when a small greenish opened in the middle of the kitchen and someone came through.

A loud beep reverberated through the room, Stan knew he was home.

The twins, Soos and Wendy kind of freak out and start asking who is he and such. Fiddleford has an idea of who it could be. And Ford is in shock to be honest.

Stan screams Ford's name and runs up to him to hug him. Ford stays still, in shock. He then lets out a fragile "Stan?", and his brother goes on to tell him super exited that he finally made it. After a rushed and almost incomprehensible (because of the speed in which he talks to and how he jumps to one thing to another) recap of what happened to him he pulls the first journal out of his backpack and gives it back to Ford.

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I'm not sure how things go on from here, I haven't given it much thought. But I probably add more things to this one, at least more facts. Wether they are about Stanley's adventures through the multiverse, Ford and Fidds on the last few years, or the kid's in Gravity Falls.

Maybe even develop the relationship between the characters more, something like describing what everyone thinks of eachother would be good.

And now, I do have drawings for this one.

[goblin-jr]

PHASE I: BASELINE DISRUPTION 

Jason Todd x Reader

=============================================== CONFIDENTIAL – GOTHAM PSYCHOSOCIAL RESEARCH UNIT  CASE FILE #: JX-1989   DOCUMENT TYPE: Postmortem Longitudinal Trial Summary   TRIAL MASTERLIST: A Character Study in Grief   TRIAL DESIGN: Three-Phase Emotional Disruption Model   STATUS: Ongoing   SECURITY CLEARANCE: ALPHA+   ===============================================

Study Brief

Subject A and Subject B presented as co-dependent minors exhibiting high-risk behavioral patterns consistent with unsupervised urban survival. Despite socioeconomic instability and environmental precarity, both subjects displayed marked resilience, mutual protectiveness, and a shared nonverbal communication style indicative of long-term relational entanglement.

Disruption event occurred when Subject B was extracted from their shared environment following selection by [REDACTED] for advanced mentorship and housing. Subject A was not included in the extraction. Resulting separation was abrupt and unilateral.

Read full report below.

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It is five a.m. in Gotham and already colder than yesterday.

Jason wakes up to the sound of Y/N’s teeth chattering. He blinks through the sleep in his eyes and immediately pulls her closer, tugging the threadbare blanket tighter around them both. They are curled behind a broken radiator in the corner of an abandoned building in Park Row. The radiator stopped working three nights ago, but the brick wall behind it still holds some heat from the pipes below. Barely. It is just enough to keep them from freezing.

They have no alarm clock. They wake with the city—sirens, trash trucks, the early hum of people too poor to sleep in.

Jason groans and sits up. “I had a dream we had heat,” he mutters.

Y/N snorts, voice hoarse. “I had a dream you didn’t hog the blanket.”

“Dream bigger,” Jason says. 

They sat up together, moving slow and careful, the way you do when your joints have been sleeping on concrete. Jason cracked his neck; Y/N shook out her hands. They worked in sync, not because they tried to, but because they had always been this way. Folding the blanket. Checking the stash. Lacing up shoes. Inventory of bruises. No questions, no orders. Just motion.

Jason pulled two crushed granola bars from the inside of his coat. “Look what I scored last night.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Stole or found?”

“Found on the back counter of a 24/7 deli while the cashier wasn’t looking.”

She took the one that was more intact. “Wow. Honest living.”

They ate without speaking, facing the open mouth of the alley like it was a window to something better. Jason kicked pebbles with the toe of his shoe while Y/N tapped out rhythms on the side of the dead radiator. It was freezing. It was loud. It was theirs.

“Okay,” Jason said after a beat. “Hear me out. The penthouse—”

“Oh god,” Y/N muttered, grinning.

“The couch is leather. Brown. Like, rich people brown. But not ugly. Real classy.”

“No. Velvet,” she said immediately. “Deep green. With gold buttons.”

“Velvet stains.”

“I won’t spill.”

“You’ll definitely spill.”

She bumped his shoulder. “You have no imagination.”

He nudged her back. “You want a velvet couch and a chandelier in the kitchen. That’s not imagination. That’s tacky.”

“Classy,” she corrected. “It’ll tie the whole place together.”

Jason gave her a look, one eyebrow raised. “It’s a kitchen.”

She crossed her arms, nose in the air. “A statement kitchen.”

“God, we’re gonna be the worst rich people.”

“We’re gonna be the best.”

They laughed into the cold, and for a second, it almost didn’t feel like winter.

–

They split after breakfast, like they always did. It was safer that way—less likely to draw attention, more ground covered, fewer questions. Y/N headed toward the church kitchen to try her luck at getting second servings; Jason turned toward the alleys near the pawn shop where delivery vans sometimes parked overnight. Their schedule wasn’t written down, but it was sacred. Meet again by sunset, always.

“Don’t pick any fights,” Y/N said as she pulled on her gloves, fingerless and hole-riddled.

“Don’t charm the lunch lady into giving you extra eggs,” Jason shot back.

“No promises.”

He started walking backward down the sidewalk. “Velvet still sucks.”

“Leather peels.”

“Not if it’s real!”

“Guess we’ll just have to make enough money for both.”

Jason smirked. “Guess we will.”

She watched him go until he turned the corner. Then she turned the other way, disappearing into the city.

Fifteen minutes later, Jason Todd crouched in front of the sleekest car he had ever seen.

It was parked half in shadow behind the pawn shop, all sharp lines and matte black finish. The tires were enormous—custom, obviously—and the whole thing looked like it could drive through a wall and ask for a tip after.

“Huh,” he says to himself, cracking his knuckles. “Nice tires.”

And that was how it started.

–

Jason was one tire away from a perfect score.

Three were already stacked beside him in the alley like trophies, steam rising faintly from the rubber. He wiped the sweat from his brow with the sleeve of his coat and crouched again, eyeing the final bolt like it had personally insulted him.

He should have walked away after two. Three was cocky. Four was just asking for trouble.

But Jason Todd never took half the prize when the whole thing was sitting right there, daring him to try.

Two tires sold clean could feed him and Y/N for a week, maybe two if they skipped dinner once in a while. But three looked better. Four? Four was a statement.

Besides, it wasn’t just about food. It was about doing something hard and stupid and dangerous—and winning.

The wrench finally groaned, metal biting metal. Jason grinned.

Then he heard the cape.

Not footsteps. Not breathing. Just the faint drag of fabric over brick. He froze.

“You know that car belongs to me, right?”

Jason turned slowly. His brain had already filled in the voice before the words finished. Cape. Armor. White eyes.

The Bat.

Jason raised both hands like he was about to be frisked. “Hey. Didn’t know you did your own parking.”

Batman didn’t move. “Three tires.”

“Yeah, I figured I’d build the fourth from scrap. Keep it honest.”

“You should’ve left after two.”

“You think I can’t count?” Jason snapped, dropping his arms. “Two doesn’t get you anywhere in this city. Four? Four buys time.”

Batman watched him. “You’re not scared.”

“I’m not stupid either.”

There was a pause. Jason could feel his breath in the cold air. Short. Sharp.

“What’s your name?”

Jason smirked. “Why? You gonna adopt me?”

Batman didn’t answer.

Jason hesitated, then jerked his head toward the shadows behind the alley. “Listen. I’m not the only one out here. If you’re gonna haul me off to wherever, at least let me bring my friend.”

Batman’s silence deepened.

“She’s smarter than me,” Jason said. “We run together. Always have.”

Batman’s voice was flat. “That’s not how this works.”

“Then it’s not gonna work.”

Jason didn’t flinch. “I’m not leaving her.”

Batman stared at him. Not at the bravado, but through it.

“…Fine,” he said. “Bring her here.”

They met Y/N under the bridge near the church steps, where she was digging through a backpack for clean socks.

She looked up, saw the Bat behind Jason, and didn’t even blink. “What the hell did you do?”

“Nothing,” Jason said, out of breath. “I mean—I got caught, but it’s fine. He wants to… I don’t know. Help.”

Y/N stood. “Help?”

Jason looked at Batman. “Tell her.”

Batman said nothing. His gaze moved over her—quick, analytical, unreadable.

“She’s got a temper,” Jason said. “But she’s solid. Smart. Fast. She watches my back.”

“She’s volatile,” Batman said quietly.

Y/N’s jaw tightened.

Jason stepped forward. “You said I had potential. So does she. If I’m going, she goes.”

“She’s not coming with us,” Batman said. “But she’ll be taken care of.”

Jason blinked.

“No,” he said, louder now. “It’s both of us or neither.”

Y/N turned to him, calm but firm.

“Jason.”

He looked at her.

“Don’t be a dumbass.”

“But—”

“You don’t get opportunities like this,” she said. “Not here. Not ever.”

He clenched his fists.

“You want the stupid penthouse?” she added, eyes bright. “Go get it.”

Jason looked at her, jaw tight. Then at Batman. Then at the ground.

“…Will you be okay?” he asked.

Y/N shrugged. “I always am.”

She smiled. It didn’t reach her eyes.

“Go.”

== 14 hours since subject separation ==

The group home was louder than the streets ever were.

Kids shouted through paper-thin walls. Someone always had music on. The radiators clanged like they were arguing with the plumbing. No one listened to the staff unless they were yelling. It smelled like cafeteria spaghetti and cheap bleach.

But Y/N had a bed.

Not a mattress pulled from a dumpster. Not a pile of blankets behind a broken radiator. A real bed. Frame and all. A twin with plastic slats and a lumpy mattress and a blanket thin as tissue—but it was hers. Her name was on a clipboard taped to the wall. Her bed. Her corner. Her drawer in the shared dresser, where she kept the hoodie Jason gave her and a piece of paper they’d once drawn a map on for fun.

No one touched her stuff. Not because they were nice, but because they were too busy guarding their own.

Y/N lay flat on the mattress that night and stared at the ceiling, letting the noise rattle around her like static. Someone cried two rooms over. Someone laughed like they were choking. She didn’t cry. Didn’t laugh either.

Instead, she ran her fingers over the frayed edge of the blanket and counted the seconds between radiator clangs.

The window next to her bed didn’t lock, but it looked out over the city. If she pressed her cheek to the glass, she could see the edge of the Heights in the distance. The buildings were too far to make out clearly, but she could still picture it—Jason sitting by a window somewhere, eating dinner that came from a plate instead of a vending machine.

She closed her eyes.

It wasn’t home. But it wasn’t nothing.

And for now, that was enough.

== 7 days since subject separation ==

Jason showed up at their usual spot behind the library, looking like a walking ad for back-to-school shopping.

Clean jeans. Real sneakers. Hair brushed, like brushed, like somebody else did it. His jacket was too big and brand new, the kind with fleece inside and a logo on the sleeve. His face was still the same, but it looked different—scrubbed, rested. Fed.

Y/N took one look at him and burst out laughing.

She doubled over, nearly slipping on the ice, cackling so hard she couldn’t breathe. “You look like a kid who gets picked up on time!”

Jason rolled his eyes, fighting a smile. “Yeah, yeah. Get it out of your system.”

“Oh my God, you have shoelaces!” she gasped. “And they match!”

He smirked. “You done?”

“Never,” she said, grinning. “You look like you belong in a toothpaste commercial.”

Jason dropped onto the curb beside her with a dramatic sigh. “I missed you.”

That shut her up.

Just for a second.

“Yeah,” she said softly. “Me too.”

They sat there for hours, knees knocking, trading stories like no time had passed. Jason told her about Alfred’s weird sandwiches, the million hallways in the manor, the gym bigger than their entire school. Y/N told him about her group home roommate who sleep-talked in French and how someone stole a whole microwave last night.

They laughed until their faces hurt.

It was cold. But it didn’t matter.

Jason still made dumb jokes. Y/N still shoved his shoulder when he got too cocky. They still fit, somehow.

For a little while, it was just them again.

Just warmth, and noise, and nothing to prove.

== 4 weeks since subject separation ==

Jason was buzzing with excitement the second he hopped the fence behind the library.

“I have something to show you,” he said, eyes gleaming. “Promise not to laugh.”

Y/N blinked. “Absolutely not.”

“I’m serious, this is, like—this is huge, Y/N.”

“Which means it’s definitely embarrassing.”

He unzipped the duffel bag like he was revealing the Ark of the Covenant. Out came red, green, yellow—spandex and utility belts. Jason shrugged the jacket on like it was armor.

“Tada,” he said proudly. “I’m Robin now.”

Y/N stared.

She opened her mouth.

Closed it.

Opened it again.

Then she howled.

Jason’s face fell. “I said don’t laugh!”

“You look like a traffic light with anger issues!”

“It’s a symbol!”

“You’re literally a piñata for crime! Wait wait, where are your pants??”

Jason scowled. “You know what? Screw you.”

“Oh come on—”

“Nope. I’m out.” He zipped up the bag like it had personally offended him, spun on his heel, and stormed off down the alley, muttering something about taste and immature idiots.

Y/N called after him, grinning, “You gonna fight crime or star in a box of Crayola, Jay?”

He didn’t respond.

Exactly twenty minutes later, he returned, still sulking.

“You do kinda have a point,” he mumbled, flopping down beside her.

“I always do,” she said smugly, handing him a packet of crackers.

“I hate you.”

“You missed me.”

They bumped shoulders, and that was the end of it.

From then on, whenever he wore the suit under his clothes, Jason added a hoodie on top. Not because he cared, obviously.

Just in case she was around. To prevent further bullying. Obviously.

== 6 months since subject separation ==

Jason had started reading books with titles like Sense and Sensibility and Jane Eyre and The Count of Monte Cristo, and Y/N hated every single one of them.

They were too long. Too proper. Everyone spoke like they were choking on vowels. Nobody swore. Nobody even said what they meant—just walked around with umbrellas and feelings and secret letters. It made her want to throw something.

But Jason liked them. And Jason read them out loud.

So she stayed.

They sat side by side on the library roof, sharing a packet of M&Ms she’d lifted from the corner store, their backs leaned against the same ductwork. The city was buzzing under them, and Jason had a paperback propped open in one hand, pages dog-eared and corners bent.

“‘You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you,’” he read, eyes narrowed in concentration.

Y/N made a gagging noise. “Gross.”

He didn’t even look up. “You just don’t get it.”

“I get that Mr. Darcy needs to calm the hell down.”

“He’s vulnerable!”

“He’s a weird man with no friends.”

Jason laughed—really laughed, the kind that crinkled his nose—and kept reading.

Y/N rolled her eyes and leaned back, staring at the stars. She didn’t care about the story. The words ran together in her head, all fancy and meaningless.

But his voice was warm. Steady. Confident in a way he didn’t always sound when he was just talking.

She liked how it filled the space between them. 

== 8 months since subject separation ==

The Wayne mansion looked like something out of a museum. Or a cathedral. Or a nightmare, depending on how long you’d been poor.

Y/N stood just inside the front doors, frozen in place like if she moved, someone would shout intruder and throw her back out into the snow.

The floor gleamed. Everything smelled like old books and lemon polish. The ceiling was so high it felt disrespectful.

Jason, meanwhile, was practically skipping down the hallway like he lived there. Which—he did now. Hoodie shoved in his bag. New boots. Big grin.

“C’mon,” he called, looking back. “It’s just a house.”

Y/N didn’t move.

“Jason,” she whispered. “There are statues.”

He laughed. “Don’t worry, none of them bite.”

She tiptoed forward, hands in her pockets. Her sneakers squeaked on the tile. “Is the fireplace real?”

Jason shrugged. “We’ve got three.”

She looked at him like he’d grown a second head.

He led her through a maze of rooms until they hit what looked like the world’s fanciest living room. She sat on the edge of the couch like it might explode. Jason flopped next to her, legs dangling off the side.

Then he said, casually, “Hey, Bruce, you know Y/N.”

She straightened up so fast her back cracked.

Bruce Wayne looked up from behind the morning paper. Cold eyes. Crisp suit. Not a hair out of place.

Y/N tried to smile. “Hi, sir.”

Bruce gave a curt nod.

Later, as they left, an older man walked them to the door. “Master Jason,” he said. “Miss Y/N.”

Y/N blinked. “Miss?”

The man smiled. “Alfred Pennyworth. A pleasure.”

No one had ever called her Miss anything. Not nicely.

She didn’t know what to say.

So she said, “Thanks.”

And meant it.

== 1 year, 1 month since subject separation ==

The mansion didn’t scare her anymore. Now it just made her feel small.

She came often. Jason always asked. Alfred always smiled, handed her a cup of tea with a little saucer like she was someone worth serving. Sometimes, she forgot what it felt like to flinch.

Jason showed her every corner. The library. The gym. The rooms with doors she wasn’t allowed to open. He showed her his bedroom too, like it was proof he really lived here. That he belonged.

It wasn’t until she met Dick that she realized how much she didn’t.

He walked in like he owned the air—laughing, sweat on his forehead from a run, gym bag slung over one shoulder. Jason lit up the second he saw him. They bickered. They joked. Dick ruffled Jason’s hair without asking and Jason didn’t even punch him for it.

Bruce entered the room a minute later. Calm. Composed. Looked at both boys and asked about patrol like he was asking what time dinner would be. Dick answered. Jason nodded.

Y/N stood in the corner, holding her tea like a prop.

She opened her mouth once—Hi, Mr. Wayne—and Bruce barely glanced at her before responding with a polite, “How’s school?”

“Good,” she lied.

She’d failed three tests that week. One teacher asked if she even wanted to pass. She hadn’t answered.

Bruce nodded. Already looking away.

Later, Jason tossed popcorn at her and called her a nerd for picking the boring movie. She threw a pillow at his head.

She laughed. But the couch felt too soft. The lights too warm. The room too perfect.

She’d seen the picture now.

A dad. Two sons.

And her, just out of frame.

== 1 year, 8 months since subject separation ==

The rooftop had no railings, no lights, and no real reason to exist. Just four rusted vent pipes and a wide stretch of gravel. But it was theirs.

Jason said it had the best view of the Gotham skyline. Y/N liked that you could see the water tower two blocks over. It made the city feel small.

They met there every other Friday, like a ritual. Jason usually brought snacks—chips from Alfred or protein bars from the Batcave. Y/N brought nothing except herself and a collection of bruises she never explained.

Tonight, the sky was clear. Gotham didn’t get many of those.

They lay side by side, staring up at the stars. The gravel dug into Y/N’s back. Jason’s arm rested just close enough that their hands almost touched.

“Do you ever think about kissing people?” Jason asked suddenly, like he was asking if she believed in aliens.

Y/N blinked. “What?”

He didn’t look at her. “Like… just in general. I don’t know. I was thinking about it.”

“You?” she said, mock scandalized. “Thinking?”

“Shut up.”

She laughed softly. “I mean, yeah, I guess. Not, like, all the time. Why?”

Jason shrugged. “Never done it. Was just wondering if it’s, like… worth the hype.”

Y/N snorted. “Most things aren’t.”

A pause.

Then he looked at her. “Wanna try?”

She blinked again. “What, like, right now?”

“I mean. Science,” he said, dead serious. “You’re the only person I trust not to make it weird.”

“That’s a lie,” she muttered, sitting up.

Jason followed, crossing his legs in front of him. They were inches apart.

“This is so dumb,” she said.

“Yup.”

And then they kissed.

It lasted maybe three seconds. No fireworks. No music. Just wind and skin and nerves and the sound of someone’s stomach growling.

When they pulled apart, Y/N scrunched her nose. “Mid.”

Jason nodded solemnly. “Incredibly mid.”

They both laughed—loud, messy, a little breathless.

“I’m hungry,” she said.

“I have Oreos.”

They didn’t talk about it after that.

But later that night, curled in her too-small bed under a blanket that barely covered her feet, Y/N smiled into her pillow. Just a little.

She thought about how warm his palm had been against the rooftop gravel.

And across the city, in a bedroom with blackout curtains and a skylight, Jason lay awake with his arms folded behind his head.

He thought about how her hair had smelled like smoke and cheap shampoo.

He smiled, too.

== 1 year, 11 months since subject separation ==

The first time Y/N ever stepped into the Wayne study, she knew she wasn’t supposed to be there.

Jason had gone to grab snacks—something stupid, like mango slices and imported cheese. “Alfred’s got a stash,” he’d said, winking. “Classiest midnight snack you’ve ever seen.”

She’d wandered, not far. Just to the hallway.

The door was open.

It was late, the kind of late that made big houses feel haunted. She wasn’t trying to eavesdrop. She just... paused. Something about the voices made her stop walking.

It was Bruce.

His voice was calm. Low. Precise. Like everything he said had been practiced in his head five times before it left his mouth.

“I don’t like her being here.”

There was a silence. Then Alfred, gentle: “She means no harm, sir.”

“I know that,” Bruce said. “But she’s volatile. Unstable. She drags him backwards.”

Y/N didn’t move.

“She’s the last piece of the life he’s supposed to be leaving behind.”

More silence.

Then Bruce added, almost as an afterthought: “She’s going to ruin him.”

Y/N stood in the hallway for a long time.

When Jason came back with two plates and that stupid smile, she took one, smiled back, and said nothing.

She never went back to the mansion after that.

When Jason asked to meet, she always had a reason to go somewhere else.

“I like rooftops better,” she said. “Alfred scares me,” she joked. “It’s just a house,” she insisted.

But the truth sat in her chest like a cold stone.

Because she knew Jason. Knew his heart. Knew he’d throw away everything for her, if she asked. She saw it in his face every time he looked at her.

And that terrified her more than anything Bruce had said.

So she left before he could.

She chose to ruin him by not ruining him at all.

== 2 years, 3 months since subject separation ==

Robinson Park was half-frozen. The trees looked like skeletons and the grass crunched under every step. The pond was iced over, sharp and grey. They used to call it their "winter lake" when they were kids, back when pretending helped.

Jason was already there, sitting on the back of a bench, legs folded, exhaling slow plumes of breath that disappeared into the air like ghosts.

Y/N walked up quietly, hands buried deep in the sleeves of her hoodie. She hadn’t found gloves this winter. Or a scarf. Or boots. Her shoes were damp at the toes, and her socks were already stiff.

Jason smiled when he saw her. Not the big grin—the quieter one. The one that used to mean I’m glad you’re here.

She sat next to him without a word. Close enough that their shoulders brushed.

For a while, they just watched the pond.

Then Y/N reached out, slow and tentative, and wrapped her fingers around his.

It was instinct, more than anything. Something muscle-deep. When they were kids on the street, they used to do that all the time. When it got cold. When it got scary. When they needed to know the other one was real.

But now—

His hand was warm. Too warm.

Not body heat. Insulated.

Y/N looked down at his outfit. Wool-lined coat. Gloves tucked in the pocket. Thermal undershirt poking out beneath the collar. Expensive. Thoughtful. Dry.

Jason followed her gaze.

And his smile dropped.

“Shit,” he said, already pulling off the coat. “Shit, why didn’t you say anything—”

“I’m fine,” she said quickly, letting go of his hand. Pulling her arms back into her sleeves.

“You’re not—your hands are freezing.”

“I’m fine, Jason.”

He held out the coat anyway.

She didn’t take it.

He left it there, folded across the bench between them like a line they weren’t allowed to cross.

They talked about stupid things after that. Shared a pack of gum. Argued over a movie. It should’ve been like always.

But it wasn’t.

Y/N walked home that night with her arms wrapped tight around herself, and the ache wasn’t just from the cold.

Jason watched her leave, coat still in his lap, and cursed himself for not noticing sooner.

== 2 years, 8 months since subject separation ==

Y/N had started getting into fights.

Not big ones. Nothing that made the news. Just hallway shoves and bathroom brawls and a week’s suspension here or there. Her knuckles were always bruised. Her cheek had a split that hadn’t fully healed.

Jason noticed it right away. Not just the injuries—the shift.

She showed up later. Talked less. Laughed like it hurt. The space between their hangouts stretched longer and longer. It was harder to pin both of them down.

He hadn’t seen her in almost three weeks when she texted: library, back alley. 4pm.

Jason was already there when she arrived, hoodie up, hands in her pockets.

“You look like shit,” he said, because he was worried.

“Nice to see you too,” she said flatly.

“I’m serious, what happened?”

“I told you, I got jumped. It’s not a big deal.”

“You’ve been disappearing.”

“So have you.”

“I’ve been busy.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Too busy to answer a text?”

Jason didn’t respond.

“Right,” she said. “Too many family dinners to slum it with your old friend, huh?”

He clenched his jaw. “Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what? Remind you that you left?”

“I never left you.”

“You kind of did.”

Jason laughed, bitter. “Jesus, Y/N, you’re unbelievable. I show up. I check in. I bring you food—”

“I don’t want your charity.”

“Well, you sure as hell need it.”

That was the first knife.

Y/N’s eyes went sharp. “Screw you.”

“You’re out here getting into fights like it’s your job.”

“At least I’m doing something.”

“Oh yeah?” Jason snapped. “What, making yourself harder to care about?”

Second knife.

Y/N stepped closer. “You think you’re better than me now?”

Jason didn’t answer. But he didn’t deny it, either.

“That’s what I thought,” she whispered.

He threw his hands up. “I don’t know what you want from me anymore.”

“I wanted you to stay,” she said, voice cracking and furious. “I wanted you to fight for me.”

“I was twelve!”

“You were mine!”

They both froze.

The words hung in the air like smoke.

Jason looked at her like he didn’t recognize her. Y/N looked at him like she’d just realized she was standing alone.

“I shouldn’t have come,” she muttered, turning away.

Jason didn’t stop her. “Maybe don’t text me next time.”

“Maybe I won’t.”

She didn’t look back. Neither did he.

== 2 years, 10 months since subject separation ==

It had been two months since the fight.

Y/N told herself it was fine. Jason needed time. She did too.

One week passed—normal. They’d gone longer before. Two weeks. Still nothing. Probably just busy. Four. Okay. He was really mad.

Seven.

Something was wrong.

She wore her best clothes. The jeans with no holes. The sweater with the stitched-up cuffs. Hair brushed three times in the mirror of the group home bathroom. Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

She took a bus across town. Used almost all the cash she had. Pressed her forehead to the window the whole way, rehearsing what she’d say.

I’m sorry. You were right. Please don’t shut me out.

By the time she reached the gates of the Wayne estate, her stomach was in her throat.

She knocked three times.

The door opened to Alfred.

He looked surprised. Tired. His mouth twitched like he wasn’t sure what expression to land on.

“Miss Y/N,” he said gently.

She blinked up at him. “Hi. Um. Is Jason home?”

A beat.

“Come in.”

He led her through the hall like he always did. Past the too-clean floors and the silence that clung to everything. He took her to the sitting room and gave her a cup of tea, hands moving slower than usual.

Something in the air felt off. Too still. Too quiet. Like the house was holding its breath.

Then Bruce entered.

He stood in the doorway. Jacket folded over his arm. Eyes sunken. Tired in a way that had nothing to do with sleep.

Y/N stood.

“Hi, sir,” she said, her voice barely holding.

“I’m sorry,” Bruce said.

She blinked.

“Jason died.”

The words didn’t hit all at once.

At first, they just sat there, hanging in the room like a wrong note.

Then they crashed.

Y/N couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move. She stared at Bruce like he’d said the weather was bad.

“When?” she whispered.

He didn’t answer.

“How?”

Still nothing.

She looked to Alfred. Pleading.

Alfred looked down.

They weren’t going to tell her.

Her knees gave out before the tears did.

The cup of tea hit the floor and shattered.

---------

END OF PHASE I — Baseline Disruption

Lead Investigator’s Note: Subject B deceased. Subject A was not informed immediately, nor provided with contextual data. No support protocol initiated. No grief counseling offered. No access to the body. No funeral invitation. No closure.

Subject A received the event as an interpersonal rupture, not a fatal one.

Observable response: shock, followed by silence. Psychosocial deterioration predicted.

Proceed to Phase II – Observation Period

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Vtuber fans... We're going through it dawg... Michi Mochievee, forgive me for I have doubted when you said that it was hard to trust people in the vtuber industry. "what could go wrong?" I thought. I WAS BUT A FUCKING FOOL.

So basically, Nano (an artists) who was previously employed by Sinder came out with a Google Doc basically detailing th following (also for clarity Sinder's manager is called [ redacted] but it is her manager to which you later confirms:

>Sinder and her manager were intentionally using manipulative tactics and behaviour to isolate Nano into becoming someone who exclusively works for that

> intentionally sabotaging other people projects

>encouraging Nano to be ruder and charge more money for their services, even though Nano was trying to be nice and give sample out for cheap/free to other trusted clients

>intentionally wanting to sabotage Bao The Whale, and other notable vtubers ( who have yet to speak out and that's why I'm not gonna talk about them) by encouraging Nano to charge more and even cancel projects all together to prioritise Sinder

>Isolating Nano and other artists so that they exclusively work with her after Bao "stole one of her editors"

>Manipulations and gaslighting.

Post by Nano here:

https://x.com/Nanoless_/status/1916005023646916910?t=7KA0YUai6dnYn1SoYZ20MA&s=19

Some other artists as well as other vtubers have shown their support and shared someone their experiences thinking it was a "normal part of the industry"

Bao The Whale, creating a response post basically going through everything that was set in the documents and somethings to note:

>The video editor independently chose to be exclusive to her to which she was very supportive but also encouraged them to work and other projects if necessary

> she has never once Sabotage someone else's work intentional and she didn't know that editor worked with Sinder previously

>Both her and other but especially Numi are heartbroken, confused and overwhelmed by the situation because they just found it that Sinder and her manager has been intentionally sabotaging projects they've been doing for a number of months and maybe even year(s). Leading to the question of how many smaller or larger project did Snider or her manager intentionally sabotage to gain leeway?

> following on for the previous point, Sinder sees vtuber as "just for business", which is quoted saying in Nano and another doc. Meaning that she was sabotaging people for profit. So think back to all the times they'd been "scammed" or overcharged in the past. All the times they'd been ghosted. Because in Nano doc, it's implied that Sinder wanted Nano to essentially prioritise her and ghost everyone else

Bao post here:

https://x.com/baovtuber/status/1916006443242639566?t=lFbskdh3PfiRGDrGqhoXTQ&s=19

Since then both the editor and channel manager of Bao have confirmed both independently of each other that she encouraged them to take other opportunities if necessary or wanted.

Since this Sinder has posted her own reply shifting the blame on her manager, but still apologising. Additionally she's the number 1 trending in the US on twitter right now

Here you can see the confirmation of him being her manager and how she's throwing them under the bus.

THE TOP REPLY HOWEVER is from someone who played games with them in the past, and has said (with many other sources saying it's true) that her "manager" is her boyfriend. Which makes even more sense as to why she'd want people exclusively for them.

The running joke being that "you'd fire the manager but keep the boyfriend?"

It also saved her a significant amount of money, because she didn't really need to pay her boyfriend. So for her to then turn around and then encourage people to charge double what she pays knowing they're paying out of pocket for EVERYTHING themselves is even worse

So yeahhhhhhh...

[life-winners-liveblog]

Can't believe you listeners, very disappointed

You're right, we should make up for all the years of celebration we missed!

... That's a few decades, how will you do that?

What? Not that much.

Ah. Right. Of course-

Even more! For every year we have been alive!

That's million of years worth of pride months, that's impossible.

That's what you think! *This* should make up for it!

No don't!

You are going to cause a multiverse wide cataclysm!

Gay blast activate!

~~~~

Gingerbrave: ... Pure Vanilla? ... Have you looked outside?

Pure Vanilla Cookie: I have not. Is something wrong?

Wizard Cookie: ... Not exactly?

Pure Vanilla Cookie: Are those... rainbow sprinkles?

Strawberry Cookie: They have been raining down on the Kingdom for a while... We hoped you knew something.

Pure Vanilla Cookie: I'm afraid I have never seen something like this before.

~~~~~

Papyrus: BROTHER?

Sans: 'sup bro.

Papyrus: IS THIS ONE OF YOUR PRANKS?

Sans: what is?

Papyrus: THE RAINBOW TREES EVERYWHERE!

Sans: nope. sorry bro.

Papyrus: I SEE... THEN I SHALL FIND THE CULPRIT!

~~~~~~

Tommy: Ranboo! You pussy!

Ranboo: Tommy?? What's wrong!?!

Tommy: You absolute bitch! Why would you do this??! You already stole Tubbo! And now my base!?

Ranboo: ... Why Is your house rainbow now???

Tommy: Don't pretend this wasn't you!

~~~~~~

Susie: Kris.

Kris: ....

Susie: Kris. What the hell is this.

Kris: ... Gay.

Ralsei: It doesn't look ...bad?

~~~~~

Scp- [Redacted]

Instances of scp [Redacted] appear to be pride month themed baloons of various sizes and shape. While none of the baloons have intrinsic anomalous properties their random and sudden appearance in the sky make them an active threat to airplane transport...

~~~~~~

Kel: Heeeey Hero.

Hero: ... Kel? What's wrong?

Kel: Nothing!

Hero: ... Sunny?

Sunny: ...

Hero: Basil?

Basil: We were in Kel's room and suddenly uh this happened.

Hero: What. How. Why is my room cover in rainbow glitter?

~~~~~~

Candace: Mom! Phineas and Ferb have filled the backyard with rainbow coloured devorations!

Linda: Candace, your brothers are at school.

Candace: Oh yeah... wait, then why is all of this here!?

~~~~~~

Pearl: Where did all of this even come from!??! It's going to take so long to clean the temple!

Amethyst: I don't know but this is awesome! Free food!

*Amethyst eats a pride themed bottle*

Pearl: Put that down! We don't know where this came from!

Amethyst: Chill out P!

Garnet: Girls ... Don't fight.

*She sees a red and blue pride shirt with love is love written on it*

Garnet: And I'm keeping that.

~~~~~~

Neuvilette: ... Furina, what is the meaning of this?

Furina: My dear ludex, you have to see this!

Neuvilette: See what?

Furina: Just follow me!

Neuvilette: ... Furina? Why is the Oratrice Mecanique D'Analyse Cardinale coloured in such a way?

Furina: Oh? Well...uh... As the goddess of hydro I felt it would be good to celebrate the summer with some colour!

Neuvilette: ... I see.

~~~~~~

Isabeu: Sif?.... What are those shades?

Siffrin: ... They aren't shades.

Odile: I have never seen anything like this before.

Mirabelle: Yo- You haven't!?

Siffrin: ...They are colours...

Bonnie: Colours? ... That sounds dumb.

~~~~~~

The Narrator: You are in a path in the woods, in the woods is a- ... Rainbow?

Voice of The Hero: Huh... That's new.

The Narrator: This wasn't supposed to happen! What's this?

Voice of The Paranoid: It wasn't!? Something is wrong! I knew it. The beauty of the rainbow is a trap! Meant to lure us.

~~~~~~

You are...fools

Just showing our support of the queers™

Trough a pride nuke launched at the multiverse!

Yep.

~~~~~~

Obi-Wan: Give up Anakin! I have the high ground-

*Suddenly their lightsabers become rainbow. Neither aknowledgeds it*

~~~~~

Yuri: ...

Natsuki: This is amazing!

Yuri: Did you do this?

Natsuki: I wish!

Sayori: I'm...going to search for something to help you clean up...

~~~~~~

Dear Princess Celestia,

I'm writing urgently as there is something wrong with Ponyville, thousands of multicolored baloons have filled the streets and even I can't get rid of them to let ponies pass through...

~~~~~~

Jesse: Prepare for trouble...

James: Make it double!

Jesse: To protect the world from devastation.

James: To unite all peoples within our nation...

Jesse: To denounce the evils of truth and love!

James: To extend our reach to the stars above!

Jesse: Jesse!

James: James!

Jesse: Team rocket blast off at the speed of light!

James: Surrender now or prepare to fight!

Meowth: Meowth! That's - Hey! You aren't even listening!

Ash: Oh sorry... I'm just looking at uh...that?

James: Wha-

*A very physical rainbow crashes into team rocket launching them into the sky*

Looks like team rocket is blasting off again!

~~~~~

Kokichi: I have to say, you really do look much better then usual. Are you trying something new?

Maki: ... You aren't funny.

Kokichi: Ah-haha quit glaring at me like that. I was just saying.

Maki: Don't speak of this to anyone.

Kokichi: Oh oh you have my word. (He told everyone)

~~~~~~

Micheal: I looove what you have done with the archives

Jon Sims: So. Was this you too?

Micheal: Hmmm? Oh? Was I?

Jon Sims: Just answer me.

Micheal: Oh you know I don't do that.

~~~~~~~~~

You... What have you done?

Come on It's nothing.

This. This isn't. Nothing?

[floofiestboy]

Aoyama's Let's Talk Day 2025 Translation [Official Source]

They've released the official transcript for Aoyama's yearly Let’s Talk Day, a day when a lucky few audience members chosen by lottery have the chance to ask him questions. The official transcript has a lot more (haha)s, but I translated it regardless.

Generally, there was no new Conan information in the official transcript compared to my unofficial sources translation, but some of the discussions Aoyama had with the audience members were described in more detail compared to tweets about the event.

The official transcript redacted questions that were considered "secret". Some of these questions were reported by unofficial sources. For simplicity, I've included a list of these questions with their sources at the end of this post from my original translation.

Without further ado:

Q&A with Aoyama Gosho-sensei

Questions from Middle Schoolers and Younger

Q. Will the Kuroba family and Kudo family ever properly meet each other?

Aoyama: Huh? In the future?

Questioner: Yes, in the future.

Aoyama: Ah, well… they won’t, but do you want to see it? (haha)

Questioner: I want to see it. (haha)

Aoyama: Then I’ll think about it. (haha)

Questioner: Thank you very much. (haha)

[The audience claps.]

Moderator: “I’ll think about it,” is a great answer, sensei (haha)

Aoyama: Right? (haha) It really is great (haha)

Q. After appearing on Kōhaku Uta Gassen [T/N: A music show that traditionally airs around New Year’s in Japan], do you have plans to write a case based around it?

Aoyama: Ah.. (haha) Right. (haha) Well… I wonder, there’s NHK to worry about. Ahaha… 

[The audience laughs.]

Aoyama: They might not allow it. (haha) Well, I did think something like a music show case might be fun, but it might also be troublesome. (haha)

Moderator: What if you changed the name? Like, a West vs. East tournament.

Aoyama: Right… a music show murder case. (haha) But yes, I’ll think about it. (haha)

Q. What will happen with Momiji now that Heiji and Kazuha are dating?

Aoyama: Right… Momiji herself hasn’t given up, so. (haha) I’m sure she’ll be doing her best in the background somewhere. Something like that. (haha)

Moderator: So you’ll have her do her best. She’s like, a woman who doesn’t give up?

Aoyama: That’s right. (haha)

Q. Why can you think up so many different characters?

Aoyama: I have no idea. (haha) It kinda just pops up in my mind. I guess I’ve uh, watched a lot of movies?

Moderator: If I recall correctly, last year you mentioned that a large number of criminals have appeared but you’ve never drawn the same person twice. That you change them in some way every time.

Aoyama: Mm… yes. (haha) That’s right. (haha) I watch lots of movies and dramas and manga. (haha)

Moderator: So it kinda just pops up in your mind. That’s amazing.

Aoyama: It kinda just pops up. (haha)

Questions from the Entire Audience

Q. Do you plan to write a Police Academy-related case where Chihaya-san and Furuya-san meet, or cooperate to solve a case?

Aoyama: Ah, so Chihayafuru, you mean. (haha) Right… it does sound a little interesting, so I’ll think about it. (haha)

Moderator: “It sounds a little interesting”? Don’t tell me you stole that idea just now. (haha)

Aoyama: Ahaha. 

Q. What’s your favourite case among those you’ve written until now?

Aoyama: Ah, that would be Ran GIRL and Shinichi BOY of course. [Detective Conan Vol. 87] Not to toot my own horn, but I do think it came out well. (haha)

Moderator: Every year you talk about how you love Ran-chan, romance, and love comedies after all.

Aoyama: That’s right. (haha)

Q. [Asked by a small boy] How did Kogoro become a detective when he’s not good at deductions?

Aoyama: Ahahaha.

[The audience laughs.]

Aoyama: Yes, well… it’s true he’s not good at deductions. (haha) But he has all sorts of other things he’s good at, like Judo… (haha) And like how he’s strong at Judo. And… well, he’s got Conan with him, heh heh. Everything works out. (haha) Yes. (haha) That’s all. (haha)

Moderator: That was a fun question. (haha)

Q. When in September is Nakamori Aoko born?

Aoyama: September, right… (haha) I haven’t decided. (haha) When would you want it to be? (haha)

Questioner: Huh…?

Aoyama: If you give me a date, it might become true.

Moderator: Amazing, it’s your choice.

Questioner: Wait a sec… then… Since Kaito is born on the 21st… maybe the 12th…?

Aoyama: September 12th? Is that good with you?

Questioner: Ah… um… yes…

Moderator: They say that they’ll leave it to you, sensei.

Aoyama: I’ll think about it at least. (haha)

Q. What does Ran-chan usually talk about with her karate club friends?

Aoyama: Huh…? (haha)

Questioner: Do they talk about romance?

Aoyama: I’m sure they do? (haha)

Questioner: I’m happy.

Aoyama: I think everyone is interested to know how things are going with Ran’s love life. (haha)

Questioner: I almost want to join them myself.

Aoyama: Ahahaha.

[The audience laughs.]

Aoyama: Then I’ll think about it including that kind of scene if anything comes to mind. (haha)

Q. Do you ever plan to draw the moment Kazuha-chan fell for Heiji?

Aoyama: Oh…? (haha) Do you want to see it? Then I’ll think about it. (haha) But this… well, I might just actually draw it. (haha)

Q. After the scene where Heiji-kun confesses to Kazuha-chan at Abeno Harukas, they come back down holding hands. Should we interpret this as Heiji-kun taking the initiative to hold hands, and do you plan to ever draw how that happened?

Aoyama: Right… (haha) Well, I think Heiji was the one to try and hold hands. (haha) I don’t know whether I’ll ever draw it, but I’ll think about it. (haha)

Questioner: Please do.

Aoyama: Um… if you go to Conan Tanteisha [the hometown museum], you can see a coloured illustration of something similar. (haha) Please go see it. (haha) I recommend it. (haha)

Aoyama: It’s very fun. (haha)

Q. At Kōhaku Uta Gassen, were there any artists that made you go “Woah, this singer is amazing!” other than aiko and B'z?

Aoyama: Huh…? Oh…? (haha) Hey hey. (haha) No, no… yes, yes… (haha)

[The audience laughs.]

Questioner: Fukuyama-san is also forbidden.

Aoyama: Huh…? (haha) I wonder who I can go with…?? (haha)

Moderator: They’ve zeroed in on all of your answers.

Aoyama: That’s right. (haha) I liked them all? Ahaha. The main thing is that B’z was amazing. The stage was pretty dark to us in the audience, you know. It was pitch black, and I was thinking “I wonder if anyone’s there? I can’t tell…” and then B’z showed up on the screen and I was all like, “Wooooooah!!!” (haha) It was amazing!!! …My choice is B’z. (haha)

[The audience laughs.]

Questioner: Thank you very much.

Q. Are you thinking about a spinoff featuring Hattori Heiji?

Aoyama: A spinoff? Like Zero’s Tea Time?

Questioner: Um… more like Hanzawa-san. 

Aoyama: Ah, Hanzawa-san. (haha) H-How are they different? Ahaha.

[The audience laughs.]

Aoyama: We don’t have any plans for that right now. (haha) I apologize. (haha) Did you want one?

Questioner: Yes, a manga where Hattori is the star…

Aoyama: Right… (haha) We don’t have any plans for that right now, so I’ll leave it at that. (haha)

Q. Last year, Heiji-kun and Kazuha-chan were the main ship to have romantic developments. But if you plan to have romantic developments for any other characters moving forward, which ones should we keep our eye on?

Aoyama: That would be Kansuke and…? Something like that? (haha)

Questioner: And…?

Aoyama: Well, um. (haha) A ship I shouldn’t mention just… floated up in my head… (haha) It’d be bad to say. (haha) Well, that’s about it. (haha)

Q. I’d like my question to focus on Gin. I imagine Akai-san and the rest of the FBI are constantly on his tail, so he must travel around to many different places. Does he have safehouses across the nation, or does he stay in hotels like Mary-san and Masumi do? But it might be bad to leave any clues behind, so he wouldn't use the hotel amenities, and would pay for everything himself of course…

Aoyama: Ah… (haha)

Questioner: I really want to know if Gin-san would wear hotel bathrobes, so please tell me if you can.

Aoyama: Ah… (haha) Is that so? (haha) Um…? But I think they’d sleep in their cars or something, right? (haha)

Questioner: They wouldn't look for lodging?

Aoyama: Lodging… right, they probably stay somewhere no one would know about. (haha) Else, maybe Organization-controlled apartment buildings, or getaway houses. I’m sure they have them all over the place. (haha)

Questioner: So he flits from place to place to keep himself from being caught by the FBI…

Aoyama: Right, without being caught. He’s probably not caught. (haha)

Questioner: Does he wear bathrobes?

Aoyama: Gin? (haha)

Questioner: Yes!

Aoyama: Right… (haha) Ah, well, of course he does. (haha)

Questioner: I think it fits him!

Aoyama: I think he probably struggles to wash all that hair too. (haha)

Q. I came from Hokkaido. Last year’s movie was set in Hakodate and if I recall correctly, even had the clock tower show up. I’d be happy if Sapporo tourist attractions showed up next. Are there any plans for that?

Aoyama: Well, it’d need to be a long time from now. (haha) Right? (haha). We might. Where would you recommend?

Questioner: Right, um… maybe Oodori Park?

Aoyama: Ah… (haha) Yes.

Questioner: Um… we have romantic spots too… like the TV Tower, yes.

Aoyama: Yes, then well I’ll think about it. (haha)

Q. I have a question about Azusa-san. I’d like to know how long she’s been working at Poirot. 

Aoyama: Azusa? I wonder? (haha) I don’t know. (haha) Well, hm, but maybe since her high school years…?

Questioner: Since she was a high schooler… thank you very much.

Aoyama: Of course. (haha) It was totally off the top of my head though. (haha)

Moderator: It’s interesting to find out what people want to know about.

Q. I’m born and raised in Tottori. Are there any plans for a movie set here?

Aoyama: Huh...? (haha) None right now. (haha)

Questioner: I’d love to see one if ever possible.

Aoyama: I used Tottori dialect in one of my works before, but I was told it was incomprehensible. (haha) Osaka dialect, Hakata dialect, etc. are pretty easy to understand, but Tottori dialect is hard. If we did do a Tottori movie, I’d want to have people speaking Tottori dialect, right… so… (haha) I’d have to find some kind of solution. I’ll think about it. (haha)

Q. [Per a previous question] you said that Momiji will do her best even now that Heiji-kun and Kazuha have gotten together, but will her butler Iori continue to stay by her side? Will he have to leave perhaps because of issues related to his old job?

Aoyama: Ah… no, well, I think he’ll be by her side forever. I think he’ll stay by her side until the day Momiji dies. (haha) I think he’ll keep protecting her.

Questioner: Thank you very much.

Q. I’d like to ask about Conan cafés. I know that you love curry rice, but is there anything else you’d like to eat at a Conan café?

Aoyama: What do they serve at Conan cafés again? (haha)

Questioner: It changes year by year.

Aoyama: I don’t know what the current menu is, but I like dishes like naporitan spaghetti that children like, so. (haha) Also, hamburgers and hamburg steak. (haha) That’s what I like. (haha) Sorry it’s so vague. 

Q. Did you meet in advance with aiko-san to plan for the moment where you shot her with a tranquilizer watch? [T/N: Aoyama mock shot aiko-san with a tranquilizer watch at the end of her song on this year’s Kōhaku Uta Gassen.] Or at least, that’s what I wanted to ask, but there might be stuff you need to keep secret…

Aoyama: We had a lot of meetings about that! At first, I uh asked whether I should say “Funya?”, but that was shot down. (haha) [T/N: I don't know enough about aiko to say what "Funya?" might mean. Maybe a catchphrase?]

Questioner: I’m a aiko-san fan so I’ve gone to a fair number of her concerts, so I’ve watched the video of her song on Kōhaku Uta Gassen. Did any murder cases come to mind after seeing aiko-san?

Aoyama: Ah, well, hahaha. No, I can’t say any did. (haha) Do you want to see one? (haha) I’d feel too bad to kill off a singer, but, well, I’ll think about it a plot that would have a singer involved. (haha) aiko-san was very cute. 

Q. Since Akai-san was raised in England, were there any sports he was forced to play aside from Jeet Kune Do?

Aoyama: I wonder? But Jeet Kune Do… he probably learnt it from his father, so I think he wouldn’t be interested in any other sport. (haha) But he seems like he’d be good at cricket. (haha)

Questioner: Maybe baseball in America…? Too?

Aoyama: Right, right. (haha) I think he’s good at cricket.

Q. I live in Kurayoshi. The Kurayoshi phone number area code is fairly important in your work, but what kind of role will Kurayoshi play in Conan in the future?

Aoyama: Ah… no, it’s just a coincidence. (haha) Kurayoshi, well… Kurayoshi residents would get mad at me, so. (haha) It would be difficult to use the city. (haha) It’s just a coincidence, I apologize. (haha)

Q. Do you have any New Year’s memories from when you were little?

Aoyama: Memories? Usually my family would ask me to visit a shrine with them, but I’d stay at home since it was too much of a pain. [T/N: In Japan, it’s tradition to visit a shrine on the first day of the new year.] That about sums up my New Year’s memories. (haha) But I always go these days. For my health. (haha) “Um… I’m counting on you this year again.” (haha) That’s what I go to the shrine to pray, basically. (haha)

Q. There was a scene in a chapter the other day where Hiro faces off against a criminal, but did he always have experience with martial arts?

Aoyama: I’m sure they learn uh… self-defence techniques and martial arts at the police academy, so he might not have any experience originally. But Hiro is strong. Though he’s weaker than Kyogoku. (haha)

Q. I’d like to know about Kyoto’s Inspector Ayanokouji’s personal life. Please tell me his hobbies, or what he does in his spare time.

Aoyama: Ah… (haha) Maybe he feeds Maro-chan and such. (haha)

Questioner: Does he have no other hobbies?

Aoyama: Hobbies? (haha) He loves Maro-chan, so that. (haha) Hey, what do you think would be good?

Questioner: Maybe archery…

Aoyama: Archery?! (haha) A bow?! Huh… (haha) Well, I’ll think about it. (haha)

Q. Do you have any plans for a triple date with Shinichi-Ran, Heiji-Kazuha, and Kyougoku-Sonoko?

Aoyama: Not at all. (haha) A triple date, huh? (haha) Ah, well, I see. (haha) I’ll think about it. Ahaha.

Moderator: You aren’t thinking about it at all, aren’t you? (haha)

Aoyama: I apologize. (haha)

Q. I watched your Professional interview. Since you were eating a lot of curry, I went out to eat at Curry Bondy too, and it was good. I’d love to hear about any other meals you enjoy while working, or food you’d highly recommend.

Aoyama: I wonder if I have anything to recommend…? (haha) All I eat is cheap stuff, so. (haha) I’m really into the beef don mini-pack from Yoshinoya- it’s a pretty small portion, so um, it’s good.

Moderator: The portion size is good?

Aoyama: Yes. Oh, any curry from Coco, of course. (haha) I like it.

Moderator: Sensei, you’re very economical.

Aoyama: Well, yes. (haha) It tastes good.

Q. I live in Saitama. Even though it’s so close to Tokyo, no Saitama detectives have made an appearance… 

Aoyama: Ahaha. I apologize. (haha)

Questioner: I’d like you to draw a case set in Saitama.

Aoyama: Ah… yes. (haha) One day. (haha) Yokomizo did show up in Saitama at first, but um… he transferred to Shizuoka. (haha) I apologize. (haha) So, I thought to have Yokomizo transfer all over the place, but I was told that almost never happens. (haha) Right… then, I’ll draw Saitama… one day… (haha) I’ll think about it. (haha) I apologize. (haha)

Moderator: Which is it? You’ll think about it, or you’ll draw it?

Aoyama: I’ll think about it. (haha)

Q. Does Kazuha-chan have anything she likes aside from aikido? 

Aoyama: Ah… she does like Heiji. (haha) Right, I think she’d like cooking [like others like her would.] Um… also cooking… and uh, I wonder… I hadn’t thought about it at all. (haha) You sure asked a tough question. (haha) What would she like… do you have anything in mind yourself?

Moderator: What she would like? It’s up to your [the questioner’s] imagination…

Questioner: …

Moderator: The questioner says that they wanted to hear it from you.

Aoyama: Right. (haha) But well, I handed them the power to choose, so. (haha)

Moderator: If they think of anything, it might become true, after all.

Aoyama: Does anything come to mind?

Questioner: …

Moderator: Then, please think on it, both of you. (haha)

Aoyama: Well, then, it’s fine. (haha) I’ll think about it. Me. (haha)

Q. I’m Taiwanese, but I currently live in Japan. Aside from the movies, Conan-kun has never been to any country but England. Are there any plans to have him visit other foreign countries? Like Taiwan…

Aoyama: His passport is an issue for him, so… (haha) Um… so he can’t really go overseas, um… because see, he doesn’t have any options aside from being stuffed into luggage by Kaito Kid, so. (haha) Um… going overseas would be difficult. (haha) Well, if he returned to his original body, he could go, but well, in his current situation it would be hard for him to go. (haha) I can’t use the same plot twice, so.

Moderator: It’s more about [the questioner's] feelings of wanting him to go to Taiwan.

Aoyama: Ah, is that so. I’d like to visit Taiwan too. (haha)

Moderator: Huh? You do?

Aoyama: Yes, yes, yes. (haha)

Moderator: Please do. (haha) Make some time. (haha)

Q. Organization codenames are so cool. I love them. I’d love to see new codenamed members appear, but do you have any plans for that?

Aoyama: What kind of alcohol would you like to see appear?

Questioner: To be honest… ●● [the name of an alcohol] or something, perhaps… (haha)

Aoyama: ●●…? Don’t tell me- are you ●●-san?

Questioner: Huh?! You could tell?!

Aoyama: Really?!

Questioner: Yes…! Thank you very much.

Aoyama: Amazing! So you managed to win a Q&A slot in the lottery… you’re the one who loves Koumei…?!

Questioner: Yes…! That’s right!

Aoyama: I’m happy for you. (haha) Koumei will play a big role this year, so. (haha) Please look forward to it. (haha)

Questioner: Thank you very much!

Aoyama: Please do your best. (haha) Ah, wait, I’m the one who needs to do their best. (haha)

Moderator: ?

Aoyama: Amazing… they’re someone I always receive fanmail from.

Moderator: Ah, I see! So that’s why you got so excited?

Aoyama: Yes, yes. (haha)

Moderator: I feel like everyone was out of the loop there. (haha)

Aoyama: Ah…! (haha) I apologize. (haha)

Moderator: I’m sure they’re happy they were noticed by you. (haha) Sensei, onto the next question…

Aoyama: Ah, right. (haha) I was too focused on ●●-san. (haha)

[The audience laughs.]

Q. Do you plan to draw Shinichi and Kid facing off?

Aoyama: Ah… right. I’d like to draw it. (haha)

Questioner: I’ll look forward to it.

Aoyama: Ahaha. Shinichi, huh…

Q. My name is Hattori. I grew to like my name thanks to Detective Conan.

Aoyama: Ahahaha. Wait, wait, wait. (haha) What about Hanzō? [T/N: A famous samurai was named Hattori Hanzō.]

Questioner: Please tell me what last names you like, or would like to have, in your works.

Aoyama: Ah… Kudo. (haha) I do really like the Kudo-chan that Matsuda Yuusaku played in Tantei Monogatari, so if I could I’d love to become a Kudo. (haha)

Q. Heiji and Kazuha deepened their relationship in the most recent chapters at Abeno Harukas. Had you already decided to an extent what would happen even before Abeno Harukas was made? [T/N: The building opened in 2014.]

Aoyama: From before it was made…?

Questioner: From before it was completed… did you already think of… a story where… he confessed, or well conveyed his feelings, somewhere high up…?

Aoyama: Ah… no, I thought it up after its completion. (haha) When was it completed? 

Questioner: So essentially it wasn’t a plot you had planned for a long time. 

Aoyama: Yes… right, it was after it was completed… But well, I did think that I definitely wanted to include Kazuha’s mother. I thought I’d trick you all. (haha) I wanted to make everyone think, “He’s gonna confess to her mother, right?” then pull the rug under you when he actually confessed. (haha) I had that planned for a long long while. (haha)

Q. Who’s stronger between Kogoro and Ran?

Aoyama: Who’s stronger?! (haha) Right… (haha) I wonder… hm.. A tough question. (haha) But well, Kogoro is strong! But, Ran is catastrophically strong too (haha).

Moderator: Catastrophically, huh? (haha) That’s true.

Aoyama: Well, I think it’s hard to say. (haha) But well… if they did fight, Kogoro would probably hold back since he’s her dad. That would probably be how it ends. (haha)

Q. My hometown is in Kyushu. When I go to Tokyo for work, I can really feel the cultural differences. Could you write a case related to that kind of thing?

Aoyama: Ah… I do want to write a case that incorporates dialects somehow, but it’s tough. I do want to do it one day though. 

Questioner: Please do it in Kyushu.

Aoyama: Kyushu, huh? Right, right. (haha) With Hakata dialect?

Questioner: I speak Saga dialect though.

Aoyama: Saga dialect?

Questioner: Saga dialect.

Aoyama: Ah, so there’s a difference?

Questioner: Yes, it’s a little more hickish.

Aoyama: Ahahaha. Right, yes, I understand. (haha)

Q. Tottori has a Mystery Tour. If you have any memorable locations or tourist spots you’d like to include in that tour, please tell us.

Aoyama: Huh…? I wonder? It’s been a long while since I moved to Tokyo. (haha) Odaiba is quite near here, so maybe something that used that… I wonder. Aside from that, hm, Tottori makes you think of crabs, and uh, apple-pears. That kinda thing, I guess. (haha) I have no clue how you’d make use of it though. (haha) All I talked about was good food. (haha)

Q. Who’s the tallest among all your characters?

Aoyama: Tall characters? Right… Gin or Kyogoku.

Questioner: I heard that Date-san is over two metres tall…

Aoyama: Ah…! Date then, maybe?! (haha) Gin and Date might be close in height. Kyougoku might be a little smaller than them. Well, the point is, the three of them are big. Um… it’s definitely not Kazami. (haha) In my heart, Kazami is about the same height as Amuro. (haha) Well, Gin or Kyogoku or Date. (haha) That’s the top three. (haha)

Redacted Questions

These questions weren't mentioned in the official transcript, only by unofficial sources. As with before, I can't guarantee their veracity. Questions with multiple sources are likely more trustworthy.

Q. What can you tell us about this year’s movie at this point? Q. What’s the best part of this year’s movie? [T/N: I'm fairly sure these are referring to the same question.]

Aoyama: When I told Rikiya Koyama [T/N: Mouri’s VA] that Kogoro is the main character this year, he told me he was nervous. Once he was done, Takayama-san [T/N: Conan’s VA] told him he sounded cool. I'll be drawing a key frame for it.

Sources:

https://twitter.com/hrksdc/status/1875104022316892638

https://twitter.com/Flambe4869/status/1875236204511424575

Aoyama: I can’t say, but I think you’ll be shocked.

Sources:

https://twitter.com/brainwashednerd/status/1875109428812460351

Q. What is Furuya's family situation like?

Aoyama: Secret, as I haven’t decided for certain just yet- it might still change.

Sources:

https://twitter.com/hrksdc/status/1875104027354309115 [just that it's secret]

https://twitter.com/furu_rei0/status/1875126654412177457

Q. Who will be the star of next year’s movie?

Aoyama: I can’t say, but it’s already been decided as well as the stage.

Sources:

https://twitter.com/hrksdc/status/1875104031993155584 [just that it's secret]

https://twitter.com/brainwashednerd/status/1875109428812460351

https://twitter.com/Flambe4869/status/1875236220017766594 [just that it's secret]

Q. Any information on Akai and Amuro’s chat nine hours later?

Aoyama: I can’t say. It’s a truly mysterious tea party (haha)

Sources:

https://twitter.com/hrksdc/status/1875113952285434164

https://twitter.com/Flambe4869/status/1875238401630466510

Q. Akai and Amuro infiltrated the Organization and know about Sherry, but don’t know of the existence of APTX4869?

Aoyama: They do not. There’s a reason why the details of her and her parents' research can't be well-known in the Organization, but that’s secret. Even parents wouldn’t tell their children about it in the Organization.

Sources:

https://twitter.com/hrksdc/status/1875118685008097627

https://twitter.com/brainwashednerd/status/1875109428812460351

https://twitter.com/yuki_det_con/status/1875121733193306289

https://twitter.com/Flambe4869/status/1875261566855344132

https://twitter.com/44_mcs/status/1875132311219634602

Q. Do you have any special tidbits for us aside from what you’ve already told us?

Aoyama: That's definitely secret! But take a good look at the illustration I drew for the Conan Tanteisha store as well. [Reportedly, it said that Kansuke and Yui and Koumei’s childhood will appear in the movie.]

Sources:

https://twitter.com/Flambe4869/status/1875333448682107358

https://twitter.com/hrksdc/status/1875177696680108100

Q. Will Miyano Shiho and Kudo Shinichi ever star in the same case?

Aoyama: Ah, I can’t tell you that. Whoops, I almost let something slip (haha). It’s a secret!

Sources:

https://twitter.com/44_mcs/status/1875119113670144425

https://twitter.com/brainwashednerd/status/1875109428812460351 [just that it's secret]

[thefirstknife]

Stuff about Nezarec from the TWID:

 CLASSIFICATION  - Disciple of the Witness   - Dread   - Prime Tormentor   - Resonant   - Unknown origin species   - Other names: (The) Purest Light, Darkest Hour, Whispering Nightmare 

Unknown origin species! Prime Tormentor!

INTEL  - Created from Rhulk’s blueprint, Nezarec was the first Tormentor from which all others owe their lineage. Nezarec relishes in sowing fear and pain, feeding off the terror of sentient beings. He can induce nightmares across entire worlds.  - Nezarec—in possession of the Veil—lead the Black Fleet as it assaulted Earth during the Collapse but was betrayed and killed by Savathûn. She separated, cursed, and entombed his Lunar Pyramid within the Moon and stole away the Veil. Guardians uncovered the Lunar Pyramid when the Vanguard mobilized to assault the Scarlet Keep, and they uncovered the Veil when they made contact with Neomuna on Neptune.  - For centuries, Nezarec remained buried. Then his disembodied head, held aboard the Witness’s Pyramid, was struck by a terraforming beam fired by the Traveler. It revitalized him as it reshaped the Pyramid, where an undaunted fireteam cut him down once more.  - Much that is known about Nezarec is derived from anecdotal experiences, engaged fireteam raids, and a tome recovered from the Golden Age that was entitled "Of Hated Nezarec.” 

Really interesting implications in the first paragraph. Created from "Rhulk's blueprint." What does it mean Bungie. Is he a result of Rhulk's experimentations? Or is this in the sense of the Witness using Rhulk's base biology to create something new? Or to corrupt some "unknown species"? What does it all mean.

OF NOTE   - An old Psion Exotic relic known colloquially as “Nezarec’s Sin” has long found its home among Warlock operatives. The helmet has known many owners throughout the years, all of whom have perished under mysterious circumstances, been rendered comatose, or have since relinquished their possession of the helm to another owner. This helm is currently believed to be in possession of the Guardian, [NAME REDACTED], a hero of few words.   - Mithrax, Kell of House Light, is currently afflicted with Nezarec’s curse despite Nezarec being destroyed. This occurred when the Kell led an effort to recover Nezarec’s scattered remains. He wants to distill Nezarec's essence into a mentally revivifying elixir while siphoning the corruptive elements into himself. Attempts to dispel or cure this curse are ongoing. CHA-319 was assigned to monitor it and report back any changes.   - Legends from the Dark Age speak of Lightbearers and non-bearers alike suffering night terrors when the Moon is at perigee. The legends detail rituals with the nearly extinct Earth-plant lavender, long thought to hold protective, calming, and cleansing properties. Furthermore, there are later legends detailing victims of these night terrors smelling lavender after waking, as if the nightmare mocked their attempts at protection. This led to a subsequent switch to a myriad of other panaceas. 

PSION MENTION!!!!!!! Nezarec's Sin is a Psion relic! Super cool information about it. Basically confirms that there's only one in existence and the YW has it.

Mithrax????????? Man. I was hoping that plot point turned not as terrifying as it originally sounded but nope. Apparently this is an active investigation into his wellbeing. Please. Don't do this. CHA-319 is Chalco Yong!

Love the silliness with lavender though. Incredible.

[eight-cats-in-a-box]

Lore for my Phoenix!!!! Long post so it's under the cut OwO @dandorime

Agent Phoenix, also known as [REDACTED], is the Agency's best operative, with successful missions numbering in the dozens under their belt. This file requires Level 5 security clearance.

[CARD ACCEPTED]

Agent Phoenix, hereafter referred to as either "Phoenix" or "Agent", also known as Leonidas Orion Bates, is the Agency's best operative, with their unique gift of resurrection allowing them to complete missions without a fluke- perhaps not the first time, but it's only a matter of time and iteration until they can complete it.

Phoenix had a fairly normal upbringing, with nothing of note occurring until their eighteenth birthday, when they were kidnapped by Zoraxis operatives on their way to a party. They would spend the next five years captive there. It is unclear why they were chosen, and Phoenix has declined to comment.

During those years, Phoenix was Pavlov'd into complete obedience by [REDACTED], their Zoraxis handler. [Note from R.C: Their handler was a horrible person, and quite frankly, I'm glad she's dead.] This was accomplished with a high-voltage shock collar. Phoenix has declined to elaborate further, for good reason.

They were renamed "Sicarius" ["killer" in Latin], and used as an assassin/executioner for Zor themself. This left Phoenix quite damaged, both physically and mentally. They have expressed a fear of harming their loved ones, and although the scars from the shock collar have faded, they're still visible on occasion.

Phoenix showed up at the Agency Headquarters in London on 04/09/XXXX, looking exhausted. They were taken into custody, and promised to give freely the information that they had on Zor's plans in exchange for sanctuary.

Their first Agency handler necessitated a transfer. It took a long time for them to trust their second Handler, due to mistrust not only from their Zoraxis handler, but their first Agency handler as well. [Note from R.C:I made sure that [REDACTED] got fired. What they did to Phoenix was inexcusable.] However, post-Operation: Death Engine, they opened up a bit more, and the two are now fast friends.

Phoenix has expressed a concerning willingness to kill, maim, and otherwise maul the enemies of those they are close to. This has been kept in check by their handler, but there are occasions on which they are permitted to...let loose. [See Incident Report 089.]

Post-Operation: Rising Phoenix, Agent Phoenix's handler, Reginald Crane, had informed Agency Director Ricardo Morales that if Phoenix were truly dead, he would be handing in his resignation, effective immediately. Two weeks later, the Agent initiated the Recommunication Protocol at Control Point Babadag. [Note from R.C: To say I was ecstatic would be a gross understatement.]

Post-activation, Phoenix informed Crane that none other than John Juniper was in their custody, and they were helping him recover. Juniper was later taken to an Agency hospital to recover, and allow Phoenix to focus on thwarting Doctor Roxana Prism, who had recently allied with Dr. Zor.

[Note from R.P: The two seem to have a dynamic similar to that of siblings. Phoenix regularly instigates arguments with J.J, and vice versa, but they have started all-out brawls because of someone else bullying the other. It's very strange. See Incident Report 087.]

After Operation: KBOOM, Prism was taken into Agency custody, but was released after both Agent Phoenix and Crane threatened to leave the Agency if she were not released.

Phoenix eventually befriended and even wooed the Doctor, and they have a very healthy relationship. Crane has expressed his approval, although Juniper was seen "shovel-talking" Prism. It seems he is rather protective over Phoenix, as Phoenix is with him.

Phoenix also stole the kinesium the Agency confiscated [namely, the sample taken from Robutler], and returned it to Prism, along with Right Robot. Phoenix returned to the Agency HQ looking quite smug, and declined to comment on their disheveled state.

Phoenix currently resides in California, with Prism, Right Robot, Robutler, and several cats. [Note from A.P: Their names are Buzz, Gracie, Lucy, Betty, Cheddar, Bill, Frank, Honey, Flip-Flop, and Sandal.]

INCIDENT REPORT 087

INCIDENT FILER: [REDACTED]

Agent Phoenix has left no less than four agents in critical condition, and at least ten more with non-serious injuries after an all-out brawl they started in the canteen. When asked why, they simply replied, "No one is allowed to bully Agent Clover [John Juniper] except me." [Note from J.J: Aww, they do care.]

Disciplinary action has not been taken, as their Handler has interfered.

End report.

INCIDENT REPORT 088

INCIDENT FILER: [REDACTED]

Agent Phoenix, who has now returned to normal, was reported as seeming rather dazed and looking around as though they had lost something at 17:26. They left the building at 17:32, and Doctor Roxana Prism reported seeing them at her doorstep at 18:49, with symptoms similar to that of Zor's Project Eidolon. [Glowing eyes, bigger physical presence, oddly robotic movements]

However, when Prism opened the door, Phoenix did not attack her, as other Eidolon were wont to do. They instead told her that they were "awaiting commands." [Note from R.C: I've always said that not even God himself could make Phoenix harm Roxana. It's nice to know I'm right.]

This loyalty/obedience lasted until Phoenix was returned to normal, and save for more sass, there hasn't been much change. [Note from A.P: Because there wasn't, really. I'd do anything for the ones I love. I think the only thing that changed was my accent, honestly.]

End report.

INCIDENT REPORT 089

INCIDENT FILER: REGINALD CRANE

Doctor Roxana Prism, who is currently recovering in the medbay of Agency HQ, was recently kidnapped by Zoraxis, possibly as a last resort due to the failure of Project: Eidolon. Agent Phoenix and myself found her at Zor's base in Jasper, Nevada. The place was crawling with guards, so we made a plan.

Phoenix was already on edge, and getting twitchier every second. So, I allowed them to clear the way for the both of us to rescue Roxana.

It was...brutal, to say the least. To say they were covered in blood not their own would be an understatement. [Note from R.P: I didn't exactly mind, honestly. The dry-cleaning bill was awful, though.]

Roxana was extracted without further incident, and the Zoraxis base was demolished.

End report.

INCIDENT REPORT 090

INCIDENT FILER: Agent Clover [John Juniper]

Agent Phoenix has recently landed themself in the medbay (again) after attempting to down three entire bottles of moonshine on a bet. Suffice to say, they won. Unfortunately, the upgrade the Agency provided them with (that was supposed to be for poisoning) did not hold up to the stress.  I had to hold their hair back while they vomited for nearly half an hour, and as both their girlfriend and their Handler were busy, I had to take care of them as well.  I will be sending the Agency my dry-cleaning bill.

End Report.

INCIDENT REPORT 091

INCIDENT FILER: [REDACTED] Agent Phoenix is currently recovering in the medbay after a massive brawl between them and at least seventeen other agents, as well as security, which left them with a broken nose and three broken ribs. When asked what their motivations were, they declined comment, but a bystander said that they had apparently over heard someone mentioning Doctor Roxana Prism's history with Zoraxis, which enraged Phoenix to the point of picking a fight with an agent nearly twice their size and his group of friends. [Note from A.P: I don't even have a defense for this one. Love makes you do stupid things, and I love Roxy more than I love fire and alcohol.] Doctor Prism declined comment.

End Report.

[thebisexualwreckoning]

Character Sheet

Basics:

Name: *Redacted*

Alias(es): Richard (after Richard Papen), Dick (after Dick Greyson)

Nationality: Indian

Ethnicity: Bengali

Gender: Stole it second-hand from the thrift store

Pronouns: He/Him (Strangers), they/them (friends/acquaintances), she/her (family)

Sexuality: Alloaro (cupioromantic) Bisexual

Hobbies/Interests: Vampires; IWTV (2022); Hadestown; General Greek Mythology; The Hunger Games & related fandoms; Batman & related fandoms; Avatar: The Last Airbender;

Physical Characteristics:

Height: 5'6

Eye colour: Dark Brown/Black

Hair Colour: Dark brown/Black

Skin colour: Brown (and proud of it)

Distinguishing Features: Rose-Gold spectacles, twin scars on right knee

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[aurorialwolf]

Would my Redacted OCs go to therapy?

stole this idea from @lancerthatisntfree ,,

prime!Aria - yeah. Court-ordered therapy was part of her sentence.

imp!Aria - not in a million fucking years. what are you, a cop??

Millie - Yeah, requirement of her job. She doesn't have any breakthroughs that she hasn't already realized on her own, though. She just like... needs people to see and care about her I guess, therapy ain't doing much.

Cassie - Yes! She's already done so, started going to sessions when she was 17. It's why she's so emotionally sound. She really struggled in highschool, but is now a really strong pillar in her friends' lives.

Salvia - She needs to, but can't be bothered. She definitely needs to get help to move through her grief.

Kayli - She's of Serenity. She's practically her own therapist! (she DESPERATELY needs therapy)

Amelia - Doesn't much need it, honestly? Probably the least sad out of everyone. She'd go if she had to, though.

[astral-crab]

agatha all all along episode 3 SPOILERS:

i think they’re making it a little too obvious with jen telling teen all that stuff about nicholas. like suspiciously so. as if it’s actually a misdirection. like….come on. so maybe the theories that he’s [redacted] are true, but if he is, i have soooooo many questions about where tf he came from. he keeps mentioning his parents, but i’m sure he could be adopted or it could all be a memory fuckery spell or maybe teen is actually something very very different than he appears (an agent of mephisto?). i don’t want to believe that teen isn’t actually genuine but….hmmm.

and it’s clear agatha already has a soft spot for him.

is this the first time mephisto has actually been mentioned in the mcu?

i continue to be desperate to know why agatha hates rio so much and what she did to rio that makes rio want her dead, and what the black heart thing is all about, and why her magic would kill agatha if agatha stole it.

oh and also who the fuck are the salem seven in the mcu because goddamn. those bitches are creepy. what do they want and do other witches like them? like are they only after “dark” witches or witch killers like agatha? because they seem like they’d fuck anyone up idk.

another side note, if agatha can only steal magic when she’s blasted with it, how was she stealing that shield wanda made to protect her family in wandavision? hmmm maybe best not to think about it too hard lol.

anyway, these are mostly rhetorical questions i don’t wanna dig into the comics for theories because i’d rather just be surprised. and i haven’t watched the trailers and am trying to not any info about those either. i’m just on here dumping my thoughts lol.

my favorite moment of the whole episode was when agatha gave jen that little “pep talk.” and it was so true of agatha herself too. they can take your power, but they can’t take your knowledge.

i gotta say the whole super fancy rich house thing and the preppy clothes make me uncomfortable because that world is just so blecccchhhhh to me and none of the characters looked like themselves. i like them better as themselves. agatha still hot as fuck tho.

[youthoughtiwasfeelinyou]

Redacted Headcannons (Shaw Pack and Solair Clan)

Asher is Chilean (meaning his parents are from Chile)

Sweetheart is Chinese (born in China, their parents were farmers, Sweetheart helped their father grow crops)

David is half American (his dad) and half middle eastern (his mom is Syrian)

Babe is half Japanese (their father) and half Dutch (their mother), but they were adopted by a Korean family living in Australia, so now they identify as Korean and Australian

Babe and Angel have known each other since they were six, they kept the friendship for their whole lives but they couldn’t always be together since they had different lives, but when they started dating Asher and David they didn’t know about each others parter until David and Ash decided to introduce them to one another, they realized that life had brought them together yet again and from that moment on they knew they were soulmates They were like “omg this is the guy you were texting me about” “who knew that our boyfriends are best friends” “I didn’t know that when David said Asher now has a mate it meant YOU” “how have you been? it seems like fate keeps bringing us back together, my soulmate”

Gabe met David’s mom on a trip to Syria, a trip that he happened to take along with William, they coincidentally met at the airport and decided to might as well do the trip together

Lovely is half Punjabi (their mom) and half Iraqi (their dad)

Alexis had a daughter when she was human, but when she turned her daughter was still growing, her daughter died a 16 years old in a CAR ACCIDENT with her mom in which the daughter was a really good healer and promised her mom that she could heal herself and that she didn’t need to be turned but died before she could even try

In the early days of Vincent’s vampiracy, he lost control of his emotions with William a few days after William evoked him to feed, and ended up killing a pregnant woman by snapping her neck (stole this from the vampire diaries)

This might be controversial but what if Porter was a Jew survivor of the Holocaust (when he was human)

Babe and Angel both know 20 languages, they studied them together, but there are two sets of languages in which they differ, Angel knows Russian and Spanish but doesn’t know Dutch and Korean (but they know a little cause they used to hang out with babe and their Korean family, and babe is starting to officially teach them Korean now), while Babe knows Dutch and Korean but not Russian or Spanish ( Asher is teaching them a few words in Spanish, and they have an awful accent in it, I mean they speak 20 languages fluently and with barely any accent but their Spanish accent is god awful lol)

William has only been in love 3 times in his entire 500 years of living

That’s it for today but I got more I need to share, so maybe next time!