#yes i didn't come up with the name

[didiwaffles]

So one thing I forgot to mention when I was initially writing this

Since Sappho had Six Eyes, and being much closer to Sasha than even their parents, she's always known about what was going between him and his weapon. That they were 'partners' in more than one sense.

And she'd always make fun of him for that. With no bad intentions, but alas, it was affecting him. That led to him being afraid his parents would judge him, so he was anxious and self-conscious.

That was until that time when Devi took both of them to train, after Sappho expressed the desire to learn something different from cursed techniques, if that was even possible (which led to her unlocking the Tianlong energy within her). Satoshi came along, for no real reason but to see if he can improve too. (And then they hung out with Sukuna. Pretty chill guy if not for the fact that he kept asking Devi if he can kill this or that. Including her children. Sappho thought he was pretty funny for that. Satoshi knew that guy wasn't joking.)

After Sappho joked about Satoshi and his weapon again, forgetting that their mom was there, Devi asked her to come with her. They went out and Devi had a conversation with Sappho. Of course both her and Satoru knew all along, one thanks to his eyes, the other... cause she's Devi, lol. And she sat Sappho down and calmly and carefully explained to her that her jokes affected Satoshi, even if he wouldn't show it. As Sappho was still a child, it never occured to her, especially since her parents spoiled her with their love. She felt really bad, and wanted to immediately apologize, but Devi told her that it would be better if she instead showed it with her behavior.

Of course, Satoshi noticed it immediately, when the jokes suddenly stopped and instead Sappho got really supportive. She started referring not just to Satoshi but 'you two' or 'you guys'; asking for his opinion on something, she also asked him what his partner thought; when Satoshi would protect her, she made sure to also thank his weapon. So he confronted her about that almost immediately.

Sappho admitted that she never realised that her words must've hurt him, gave him the much needed apology, and promised she'd support him all the way. Satoshi didn't even know that it could feel so validating. And he became even more comfortable when their mom also acted like his weapon was very much like a real person - not only that, but also a part of the family. Dad was... well. Satoru Gojo. While not outright saying anything, he gave support in his own weird way.

"Wait, onii-chan." "Mhm? Are we being watched again?" "Yeah... Creeps." "Guide my blade, Sap. It won't take more than a blink." "Hold on... That guy eats a donut?? Awwww, now I want a donut too..." "Got it, Princess Sweet Tooth~ I'll bring you if he got some to spare." "Yay!!"

(First of all I want to apologize if there will be any mistakes as I watched in russian dub and as much as I try to check if I'm using the correct english terms, I might mess up here or there)

Before we can talk about the siblings, we should start with their parents.

Devi definitely did not expect anything from that trip. At that time, she was traveling alongside Riam as they did their part as Tianlong while Devi was trying to combat her workaholic tendencies. What they needed to do there wasn't anything special - find info, confront the subject, spill some blood if things go south. They rented an apartment for the time being, and while Riam searched for any clues, Devi decided to chill and went to the store for grocery shopping, so she can prepare something for dinner - it's been a while since she did that. On the first glance, this world seemed completely normal, so she didn't really expect to stumble upon anything or anyone interesting.

That was until she reached for the last lonely apple, when someone's hand covered hers. And as Devi promptly apologised, letting the other person take it, her eyes reached the face of the motherfucking Satoru Gojo.

Of course Devi knew him. She seriously was surprised to never stumble upon some version of him until then. Trying to hide her excitement, she bullshitted her way out with the good old 'I'm such a fan!' thing.

The two instantly got along as they shared quite similar temperament, and Devi somehow managed to babble her way into inviting Satoru for dinner. Devi would say it's her natural charm, Satoru would say he saw right through her lies and was simply curious about how much she really knew.

The dinner went well, Satoru told Devi about his fave dish, she made it for him, Riam ate more than humanly possible, Devi didn't shut up for a moment. But eventually, Satoru had to leave as he sensed strong energy not that far away.

Devi let him leave, but soon followed, both out of curiosity and Riam nudging her as he saw right through her. "Come on, I'd also fuck him if I were you," he said, a sentiment he would repeat way too many times for it to not sound sus af.

By the time Devi caught up to Satoru, he was already done, which left her quite disappointed - she did want to see a couple Purples with her own eyes. To make up for it, she decided to just ask him to use his Domain on her.

To say Satoru was baffled is an understatement. He was prepared to Devi knowing way more about him than she let on (which he still was curious about) but it made literally zero sense for her to want to experience his power on herself while aware what it'd do. That only fueled his curiosity further. It wasn't often that he met someone who wasn't an open book for him.

Obviously, he refused. Devi expected that, after all she did intentionally made an impression of a normal human, however successful that was. So she made a proposition. "Let's do it like this. If I can get through your Infinity, you'll use your Domain Expansion on me. No weapons, no nothing, just my fist against your Infinity. Deal?"

Obviously, that got Satoru curious. By all possible logic, that was impossible. But she said it in such a way that even he had no doubt she can do it. And he stepped right into her trap, agreeing.

Devi made sure to pretend she gathers all her power into her fist. But in reality, she made the lightest punch she could do. She knew perfectly well how to make a hit that didn't need her fist to connect with his body, rendering his protection useless, but she didn't want to actually hurt him. She only needed to make a point.

Satoru didn't dodge, but however light that hit was, he did feel it deep in his soul. He could immediately tell that had she used any more power, he would've at the very least ended up in the hospital. But the point reached him - 'chill out, you can't hurt me even if you tried'. That made his blood boil - in a good sense. And, honoring the agreement, he took off his mask and used his Domain Expansion.

Devi froze, looking at him. He waited. About a minute after, Devi startled and looked away, blushing. "Omg, I'm staring! Sorry, sorry! Can't help, your eyes are even more beautiful up close..." She giggled. Cold sweat ran down Satoru's spine, something he never felt in his life. She froze not because of his ability but... because she was mesmerized with his eyes?!

Devi slowly looked around and twirled in place, giggling. Her movements were slow, but she could move freely, and her mind seemed to be clear. It almost seemed like his Domain had no effect on her. Yet it clearly did, as Devi froze for a moment, and then her expression momentarily changed into a wicked smile. "Oh, there you are... Heh, found ya~" The words didn't seem to be aimed at Satoru, as she immediately looked soft and gentle again, coming over and grabbing his hand - which made his Domain lose its effect on her. "I must thank you! You helped me find who I've been looking for! As a thank you... Let's spar?"

Satoru shrugged. Why not at this point? Nothing about her made sense. She could go past his Infinity, his Domain didn't work on her, yet it also did? She was also clearly faster and stronger than him, he could tell when their hits connected - she was severely holding back to match him. And she had not a shred of cursed energy - yet it somehow felt differently from when he fought Toji. Even as they fought, she remained a mystery to him. So he started asking.

"So did my Domain even work on you?" "Oh, it sure did. It's just... How do I put it? Let's say it's not that different from what I've been dealing with for ages at this point." "You don't have any cursed energy." "And shouldn't. I'm not from around here." "You seem to know a lot." "More than you can imagine, hehe~"

The more he asked, the more questions arose. She remained a mystery, a puzzle he couldn't solve, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he picked her apart. And he wouldn't be Satoru Gojo if it didn't fuel his need to solve this puzzle even more.

Since then, time would pass. Devi and Riam dealt with whatever they were there for. Riam moved on to the next destination while Devi stayed for a few weeks to make sure everything stays okay and to make out with Satoru if she gets a chance. They were on a bunch of dates, Devi met a lot of people that knew Satoru who were as surprised to see him with a woman as they would be if they saw him without his mask. He also introduced her to his students, who Devi also knew more of than they knew about themselves. But the time flew by, and Devi had to go.

Ever since, she's been living in his head absolutely rent-free. Whether he was thinking of her when buying sweets or training, or trying once again to deconstruct her in his head, to understand, to comprehend what she was, he gradually came to realize that - fuck him, he did fall head over heels with her.

Twirling that thought in his mind, Gojo didn't understand how that happened. He was so sure that out of everyone he would be the one to avoid that curse... Yet there he was. Wondering about her birthday.

And then it clicked. Curse... Yes, it was him who called it a curse, but wasn't he the sorcerer? You know, the one bending curses to his will?

Since then he got obsessed with that thought. Every free moment he had, he spent cooking that thought in his head. Until eventually he decided on how to approach this. Making sure he's away from curious eyes, he went on with his soon-to-be new technique. He started similarly with how he'd manifest Blue, creating a center of gravity, but instead of pulling in nearby objects, it pulled in nearby energy. As it quickly started to go out of his control, Gojo quickly pulled his mask up, taking it back under control. Then he concentrated, picturing Devi's image in his mind, and let his feeling flow right into the technique. The energy mass concentrated into a singular point and-

Devi appeared right in front of him. "Called me?" That startled Satoru so much that he lost control of the technique and it slowly floated towards Devi. "Is this for meeee?" she casually smiled. "Look, it's orange! Cute, never seen this one. New technique?" She casually slapped it with the back of her hand, making it fly away with insane speed and then blowing up with a force that Gojo's Purple could only be jealous of. As he stood there, trying to process what just happened, Devi giggled. "You good? Doesn't look like you're in danger tho. What's up?"

As Satoru came to his senses, Devi explained that if he thinks about her so hard, she'd be able to sense it, wherever she is, and would assume he's either in danger or otherwise wants to see her, so he'd better reserve that technique for when he'd actually need it.

He was going to remember those words months later. In one of those moments when life flashes before one's eyes. When all he had was exhausted, and he realized the actual difference between him and his opponent. He had just enough energy for one more attack. His students stood behind him, no, the entire world was behind his back. This was exactly that 'all or nothing' moment.

Closing his eyes and thinking of Devi one last time, he opened his eyes and looked right at Sukuna. "Orange." The world moved slowly. He saw his body blow up and then slowly start regenerating. His eyes closed. Then he felt warmth in his chest. As he opened his eyes, he saw gold on blue.

He came to his senses surrounded by his students, every single one wearing a worried expression. Somehow, he felt cursed energy still flowing through him. He tried to joke around to ease the tension, but all he could think of was Sukuna. Was he dead? What happened after he lost consciousness?

Devi appeared before him and stretched, smiling. "Done and done. He won't bother you anymore, heh."

As she would tell him later, she came as he called, gave him a bit of her energy so his body could use it to restore his own energy. After that she took Sukuna away and forced a contract on him, a part of which made sure he could never return to his home and every alternative to it world.

What happened to Sukuna after is irrelevant to this story. What is relevant is that Gojo recovered successfully, and things seemingly returned to normal. After that things escalated quickly.

Devi told him that his "Orange" holds destructive power akin to the power of Destruction. As a result, she offered to help him take the post of the God of Destruction, explaining as she went what that would entail for him.

As he agreed, Devi and Riam moved his world across the multiverse to one of the universes that belonged to their home section. After suggesting that he should replace the current God of Destruction of that universe, Devi offered a test that would leave everyone satisfied - if Gojo can defeat them before being given the power of Destruction, no one would doubt him as the worthy one. That suggestion was ridiculous in its nature, but as it was Devi who suggested, Gojo was put up to the test. Obviously he won without breaking a sweat, which Devi had literally zero doubts about.

After that, Devi stayed with him to help him adjust to his new role. She kept insisting he gets rid of higher-ups, as he shouldn't bow to anyone anymore. Gojo will not proceed with that until his hand is forced.

Eventually Devi gets obsessed with the idea of 'restoring the Gojo clan to its former glory'. Having experience marrying to the head of a powerful clan, she already knew what to do.

After getting Riam's consent on that matter, there was the biggest wedding seen in the history of jujutsu sorcerers. Donned the name Devianora Gojo, Devi deployed a dozen of Riots (which included Felicia) to restore the Gojo Estate. First steps done, Devi proceeded to promptly get pregnant. After Satoru became the God of Destruction, the universe no longer considered him as a 'part' of his world, which not only dropped the overall power level of the world, but also made it possible for two people to have Six Eyes at the same time. So Devi's plan was to not stop until she gets a kid with Six Eyes. Probability-wise she shouldn't have to go over 100. But realistically, she would probably have cheated after 3 or so.

While Devi's pregnancy went on, Zenin Clan got almost completely wiped out, and Satoru became the prime suspect. However, Devi forbid him from making any statement on that matter, as she was afraid that it could compromise her child before they were even born. So the higher-ups had to wait until their firstborn was born until Satoru Gojo made a statement about that. Much like Devi feared, Satoru's fatherhood was brought into question, which was easily disproved. However, the sentence against both Satoru and Devi was brought, which pissed Satoru off big time because Devi was nothing but a victim in the situation. So when higher-ups for once didn't cave in to him, so sure that he wouldn't start killing people as was proven twice. But they misjudged him. And Satoru proceeded to kill every member, taking over, though he wasn't happy with that himself - too boring - but at this point he's had enough of their bullshit.

Unfortunately, miracle didn't happen, and their firstborn inherited neither Six Eyes nor Limitless. But second try was successful! Kinda...

Satoshi Gojo

The 'heir' of the Gojo Clan, eldest son of Devi and Satoru - called Sasha at home.

Ever since he was a child, he was very self-conscious about not inheriting the techniques of his clan. But thanks to his parents' boundless love and support, he never let it get to him. However, he did feel like his father was treating his sister differently - both in good and bad senses. It seemed to him like Satoru was more hard on her but also more happy about her accomplishments.

But Sasha did take something from his father - his talent and curiosity. He started to learn to control his cursed energy very early on, and by 4 years old he already could perform advanced techniques - at the same time he started to travel with his mom.

He wields a darkblade katana that mom gave him when he was still a kid. She wanted to use it as an example to explain her own nature, but kid's brain latched onto her calling the katana beautiful - and it was! - and as he got along with his partner over the years, he gradually fell in love with him. He was afraid to confess about it to his parents for a while, but in fact everyone knew already and were very supportive of him.

Currently, Satoshi is 19 years old.

His cursed technique is Blood Manipulation, however he can manipulate not only his own blood, but also blood of others, as long as it is outside their body. His techniques are specifically crafted to synergize with his weapon perfectly. His hollow technique allows him to summon special shikigami (spirits that he managed to subdue - one way or another).

He graduated Jujutsu High as a Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer. However, much like his father, he does whatever he wants, only answering to emergencies when it's convenient for him. And that solely depends on the mood of his sister.

On top of everything said above:

While not having Six Eyes, he's always had sharp senses and high empathy, and he can even affect others' mood to a degree. That allowed him to earn the favor of Erinir early on, and he can help others regulate their emotions.

On top of his talent, he got something else from his father. First of all, that'd be his height. While not quite as tall as Satoru, Satoshi is still a fucking tower. And secondly - his eyes are a copy of his father's, only 4 less.

Sappho Gojo

Younger daughter of the Gojo family. She was lucky to inherit both Six Eyes and Limitless, however she will never be able to match her father, as her control of her cursed energy is incredibly poor.

She is 15 and is currently on her first year of Jujutsu High. She's known as 'the girl of one technique' as instead of learning several techniques poorly, she focused solely on Infinity and mastered it to the point where it wasn't any worse than her father's. Her current aim is to learn the reverse technique so she can keep Infinity on at all times, but as of now she relies on her eyes instead.

However, cursed energy is not the only power she can rely on, as she is the only child of her mother's (aside from Alasis) who was able to tap into her inherited Tianlong powers. She's still experimenting with it, but she already was able to mix it with her cursed energy to create a new technique - Yellow. However, the overall jujutsu community doesn't agree if that should count as the cursed technique, so she remains 'the girl of one technique', getting her grades lowered for that.

She lacks in strength, but easily makes up for it with her agility. Combined with her eyes and Infinity, it makes her nearly invincible. However, much like Devi, strong negative emotions quickly burn her out. While it's not as dangerous for her as for her mother - she lacks the ton of trauma required - it still worsens the negative effects from Six Eyes and Infinity on her. And since she is as emotional as her parents, she can't lead long battles.

But she doesn't have to worry about that - her brother is always by her side outside of school. She's his Six Eyes, and he's her sword, ready to kill whoever she points at.

Both Sappho and her older brother were trained by Satoru, but he never really praised them. Sappho was used to that though, and had her own grade ranging from 'eh, barely enough for one finger of Sukuna' - which was pretty good, probably? she never seen that Sukuna guy, only heard he's stronger than her dad - from Satoru and his students - and pathetically weak, like a chihuahua - from Devi - and read about him in books - to 'left half of Suguru's brain gonna beat the shit out of you' - which probably was really bad. But Sappho personal favorite was 'well, you can probably beat a headless chicken with that'. Her dream was getting that one, since it must be pretty cool if Satoshi got that, right?

But she appreciated that father was honest about her abilities - the more valuable it was when he was really proud of her accomplishments.

On top of everything said above:

She got that sweet tooth from Devi - she loooooves sweets.

She is really daddy's babygirl - she's just as arrogant, as selfish, as spoiled as him, but really she's very caring for those she loves.

She's always been quite anxious.

She's ace lesbian. If you even care.

[fridgrave2-0]

hehe ghost-turbo haunting felix au

turbo is connected to the last piece of his code in the whole arcade - a trophy he gifted to felix in mid 80s as a symbol of him genuinely caring about their relationships on par with being the best racer. felix also gave him one of his medals and both kept their gifts next to other rewards, but when roadblasters and turbotime were unplugged, the medal was gone with everything else

now, after burning in cola-lava turbo is basically dead, but scraps of his code still were intertwined with the trophy (after all, it was his first winner's cup, but felix never knew about it), giving turbo an opportunity to exist as a shadow incapable of interacting with anything and anyone besides felix, who kept the trophy even after the roadblasters incident

also I went crazy in tags, feel free to check them out

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Fluent Freshman - Part 23

PREVIOUS

There were a few reasons that Andrew and Neil could not get past reception to go see FF or get updates on his current condition.

The first reason was that visiting hours were long over by the time they had arrived a little after midnight.

The second reason was that hospitals, in general, don’t just give out information on their patients to any random person that walks in and asks for an update on their condition. They are ESPECIALLY hesitant to give out updates on patients when the people who are asking can’t give you anything other than a first name, general description, and the reason that the patient is in the hospital.

Somehow “Completely average looking guy with the last name Smith who was stabbed in the stomach” is not enough for the receptionist to go off of.

“There are multiple people here that fit that description. I would need at least a first and last name before I could even begin to start seeing if you were someone who we even could give updates to. No, I will not continue to play your fun little game of guess the first name.” She says when Andrew opens his mouth to start listing off names alphabetically again.

So now Andrew and Neil found themselves under the watchful eye of a security guard as they sat in the back corner of the front reception area.

“I can’t believe we still don’t know what Smith’s first name is.” Neil says his face is buried in his hands as he and Andrew sit in the uncomfortable chairs trying to figure out where to go from here.

“I think she knows exactly who we want to see.” Andrew scowls towards the receptionist who, long used to the ire of the public, pays him no mind. Andrew just refused to believe that there were that many brown haired, brown eyed, average height and weight guys who had suffered a stab wound to the stomach that would have been admitted in the last two hours.

“I just hope they actually are looking after him and that no one went and forgot about him in an hallway somewhere.” Neil says hands sliding up into his hair to grip.

“That wouldn’t happen.” Andrew dismisses despite knowing that Wymack had ABSOLUTELY forgotten FF at a stadium once during the period where FF had been low presence to keep his family from bothering him.

The U-turn he had pulled had definitely been illegal when FF called and asked where the bus was when they had been on the road for five minutes. Wymack had felt terrible about it but FF had just seemed relieved that the bus had come back for him.

Wymack.

Andrew pulls out his phone and dials a familiar number. Wymack, reliable as always, picks up on the fourth ring with the sound of cursing as he got the phone up to his ear. “What.” He asks and Andrew can hear the sounds of driving and Kevin’s infamously train-like snoring in the background.

“What’s Smith first name. You know it.” Andrew demands.

“Classified.” Wymack clips back immediately.

“I need to know it so that we can get updates.” Andrew hisses.

“He isn’t interested in people knowing it and you wouldn’t be able to get updates anyways.” Wymack dismisses.

“We want to be able to head back to see him.” Neil tries.

“Visiting hours are long over Josten. You know that I’m not settling that bet that you little fuckers have floating around about this.” Wymack responds back.

Andrew grits his teeth and then forces himself to relax his jaw, “It’s not about the bet.” Andrew shuts his eyes in irritation.

That stupid bet.

The betting culture within the Palmetto State Foxes Exy team that Reynold’s had cultivated held strong even after her graduation with the remaining Foxes. The Bet had started when one of the other freshmen had mentioned that it was funny that FF went around like Cher or Madonna. The realization that none of them knew FF’s first name was one that had them placing bets on a multitude of things. Things like: “Do you wanna bet it’s a super normal boring name?”, “Do you wanna bet that it’s a weird foreign name?”, and “Is FF intentionally not giving it out to people or since he goes by his last name normally he has no idea that anything is amiss?” Had lower pools since you were betting on a spectrum. The bet with the highest pool is: “What is FF’s first name”.

Wymack had categorically refused to answer it and all other attempts to discover FF’s first name had been met with frustration. There was a solemn agreement that no one could just go and outright ask him since that would ruin all of the fun. Andrew had agreed to not ask when the team had collectively filled his freezer with ice cream cake and he was a man of his word.

The general belief (after the revelation of his major and the number of languages FF spoke) was that FF’s name was just not easy to pronounce for English speakers.

Andrew hadn’t participated but he know that the Foxes do have a running list of names they know it’s not. (Greg, Will, Smith (again), Matt, Kevin, Neil, Andrew, Aaron, Nathaniel, Jack, Beyonce (Sheena’s drunken guess), Nicholas, John, Fred, Garfield, Frank, Alfred, Augustus, Adam, etc. (Andrew had been trying to guess with the receptionist for a while))

“You’re coming here aren’t you? We can get updates when you get them.” Neil says.

“He’s in emergency surgery right now and will remain there for the next few hours most likely. There’s not going to be any updates hopefully.” Wymack says with a sigh loud enough that they can hear it over Kevin’s snoring.

“Surgery? He needs surgery?” Neil asks sounding surprised s if FF hadn’t been stabbed to the hilt into his stomach with one of Andrew’s knives. He’s about to give Neil some shit for the question before remembering that if there was any person who would think that a stab wound to the stomach wouldn’t necessitate surgery it would be Neil “I’m Fine” Josten.

“Yes Josten, he needs surgery. They have to stitch up his stomach and the surgeons are also going to be dealing with some of the ulcers that were ruptured by the knife.” Wymack explains likely coming to the same conclusion that Andrew had on Neil’s stupid question. “They were a bit worried about him bleeding out but he stabilized before the surgery.” Wymack sighs.

“I’m going the hospital since I’m Smith’s medical proxy. If anything goes wrong with the surgery I want to be there so I can make an informed decision on his care.” Wymack says and… Andrew figured there’d be surgery but to hear it and the possibility that something could go wrong, that the last thing FF had said to him had been something non-sensical about “Gracie Hart wouldn’t have gotten stabbed. I’m Cheryl at best.”as he’d started succumbing to all the blood loss. “If you could stick around long enough for me to drop Kevin off with you I would appreciate it.” Wymack says.

“What if he needs a blood transfusion?” Andrew says.

“Smith is AB-, it’s the second easiest blood type to transfuse into. Go home Andrew.” Wymack repeats.

Andrew works his jaw irritated that there didn’t seem to be a path to getting his way.

“We’ll stay here until you get here.” Andrew agrees, “But you’ll get an update before we leave.” He adds.

Wymack sighs, “Fair enough.” He says before hanging up.

It’s 45 minutes of waiting and tossing a few more name possibilities at the receptionist who seems more amused than anything at their continued attempts to guess their friend’s first name (Neil goes through the entire list of names that he’s gone by and none of them get the thumbs up).

Wymack comes through the doors with a half awake Kevin Day following his steps. “I have another favor to ask you.” Wymack says instead of any form of greeting.

“I’m not going to leave Kevin in the car overnight again. It was just that one time.” Andrew says with a roll of his eyes and honestly he’d been punished enough listening to Kevin bitch, moan, and sneeze for the following week while talking about all the supplements he was taking.

“Not that,” Wymack pauses, “I have two favors to ask you. First don’t do that. Second, would you be able to pick up Smith’s grandma from the airport tomorrow?” He asks.

Andrew blinks.

“She’s coming here?” He asks.

“I updated her on my way here. She booked a flight and will be arriving around noon tomorrow.” Wymack says and Andrew doesn’t know why he’s confused by this. FF’s grandma got him two still warm pies to cheer him up on Thanksgiving.

He’d stabbed that woman’s grandson.

“I’ll pick her up.” He agrees.

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Hello! New to comics and I don't really feel like the New-52 comics are for me and would really like to read and understand Pre-flashpoint and all the dark and good stuff there. Is there an order or starting point you would recommend? Thanks for your time, and I hope you have a great day!

hi! i'm so glad you want to get into comics! i'd love to help with some recs! since you're here, i'm going to assume you're a Batfamily fan and most of my recs will cater to that, but i will try to encompass a bit of everything to help you just understand some big moments and all this mess that is DC canon. adding a cut bc jesus this got long.

so your starting point for pre-Flashpoint is going to be Crisis on Infinite Earths. the TLDR of this event is: DC had a big multiverse in the 70s and early 80s that wasn't friendly to new readers. to try to push their titles more and become a proper competitor to Marvel, they created an in-universe storyline that nuked the multiverse and gave a solid entry point for new fans going forward. this is why you hear terms like Pre-Crisis and Post-Crisis. it refers to the comics canon before and after this event, in 1985. some characters had some big changes (for example: pre-Crisis Jason Todd was a circus kid whose parents were killed by Killer Croc) but most remained largely the same, just simplified. you don't *have* to start with Crisis on Infinite Earths if you don't want to. it's a *good* storyline, but it's a big one and a lot of big multiverse-scale stuff happens. so as long as you understand it as "big event that nuked DC's multiverse and gave the world a clean slate in 1985", then you've basically got the gist. also Barry Allen dies during it, but he comes back so don't worry about it.

in general, if DC has some big timeline/canon-altering event, they're going to call it a Crisis Event. the only Crisis Events that will matter to you, trying to get into pre-Flashpoint are

Crisis On Infinite Earths - the above, starts the Post-Crisis/pre-Flashpoint timeline

Zero Hour: Crisis In Time - an event in the 90s that sought to fix some of the kinks that the above Crisis caused, like fixing the origins of the Legion of Superheroes and other Golden/Silver Age characters, not *super* important tbh

Infinite Crisis - this was a big event that brought back some characters who got nuked by Crisis on Infinite Earths, unfucked Power Girl's backstory, and set the groundwork to bring back the multiverse. if you've heard "Superboy Prime punched a hole in reality and it brought back Jason Todd" yeah, this is the story where it happened

Final Crisis - a big event that was partly meta commentary but heroes fought Darkseid, Batman died for a hot second, it was all a big deal about evil winning and all that

Flashpoint - the event that nuked this timeline, a big storyline to do with Flash and the timeline that would result in the New-52 in 2011

are you confused yet? good embrace the confusion it's going to become second nature of a comic fan. you don't need to read these events as a beginner. you really don't i promise. they'll sound big and important, but besides Crisis On Infinite Earths and Flashpoint, the start and end of this era, the rest you can just kind of breeze by so long as you understand the big plot points like Batman dying or Superboy Prime punching reality. unless you really care about a character central to these stories, skip 'em for now.

now for any character, if they have a Year One comic? that is a very safe bet as a place to start. it is what it sounds like. Batman: Year One is going to be Bruce's first year as Batman. same as Green Arrow: Year One, Batgirl: Year One, etc. when in doubt, if there's a Year One, start with Year One. (note: for Superman, his "year one" type story is called Superman: Birthright and it is worth reading if you like Superman)

for Batman, i am holding you by the shoulders when i say this: people will tell you to read The Killing Joke. they're liars. do not listen to them. it's a bad story. you don't need it. do not let the Joker fanboys lie to you. people will also say Dark Knight Returns. don't listen to *them* either. i *like* DKR, i talk about it a lot here. it's not a good intro to Batman. it's an AU story, it's not canon, ignore it for now.

now where you *should* start with Batman, imo, is as followed

Batman: Year One - as said above, Year Ones are good, this is solid to start with

Batman: The Long Halloween - this is an iconic story and it's a followup to year One

Batman: Dark Legacy - the followup to Long Halloween, also a very good story

Batman: Hush - this story is a solid starter if you want to understand the general vibe of Gotham, the typical characters you see in the Batfamily, and a good Batman villain

once you've got the basics down, you *can* get into the big boy storylines like Batman: Knightfall and Batman: No Man's Land, but don't worry about those right now. they're long and complicated and shouldn't really be your starting point no matter how good they are.

other very good pre-Flashpoint comics that are easy to pick up and iconic storylines

Death of Superman - this is a long arc in the Superman run that if you collect in trades, goes Death of Superman, Funeral For A Friend, Reign of the Supermen, Return of Superman, Doomsday. it's long, but a very iconic storyline

Wonder Woman by George Perez - this the run that helped define modern Wonder Woman within the pre-Flashpoint era

JLA: Year One - if you want a good Justice League story where you get characters besides Batman, Wonder Woman, and Superman taking the shine, this is a great place to start

Green Arrow by Mike Grell - start with Green Arrow: The Longbow Hunters and then go into Green Arrow (1988). this has the darker, very 80s vibes that gets a bit gritty and very realistic with the issues it faces bc Green Arrow comics tend to be more rooted

The New Teen Titans by Marv Wolfman - this technically starts before pre-Flashpoint, don't worry about it it's fine. a good run for all of these characters, can get a little confusing, it is okay to be confused do not be afraid to google shit

so, some big stories out of the way i'm just. honestly going to run down the line of the major pre-Flashpoint Batfamily members and give you comic recs for them that you can start with. (besides Bruce obviously, bc well. see above)

Dick Grayson

NIghtwing: Year One

Robin: Year One

Nightwing (1995)

Tim Drake

Batman: A Lonely Place of Dying

Robin (1990)

Robin II: Joker's Wild

Robin III: Cry of the Huntress

Robin (1993)

Barbara Gordon

Batgirl: Year One

Birds of Prey (1999)

Jason Todd

Batman: The Cult (as Robin)

Batman: Death in the Family (as Robin)

Batman: Under The Red Hood

Red Hood: Lost Days

Cassandra Cain

Batgirl (2000)

Batman: No Man's Land

Jean-Paul Valley

Batman: Sword of Azrael

Batman: Knightfall

Stephanie Brown

Huntress/Spoiler: Blunt Trauma

Batgirl (2009)

Selina Kyle

Catwoman by Ed Brubaker

Helena Bertinelli

Batman/Huntress: Cry For Blood

Huntress: Year One

Birds of Prey: Manhunt

Damian Wayne

Batman & Robin (2009)

there are other very important pre-Flashpoint stories for all of these characters, but these are starting points more than anything. figure out what characters you're interested and go from there. understanding the universe at large helps, do not get me wrong. but at the end of the day, comics are a choose your own adventure of who you want to give a shit about. you're *never* going to read everything "important" and you're probably not going to understand everything. that's okay. don't treat it like a media you need to "complete" like a tv show or a movie, but more like an open world game where you decide what characters/teams/stories you like the most.

pre-Flashpoint covers a lot of ground. some stuff will be darker and grittier, some stuff will be more light-hearted. it will all be about what titles you pick up and what characters you decide you want to read about. you're obviously going to get a much more grounded storyline out of Green Arrow than you are say, a JLA comic. i prefer the more grounded, "street level" sorts of characters. (if you like gritty detective stories, i will be biased and highly recommend the Question (1987) just because. i love him okay.) but you might find you like sometimes more worldly and big scale. at the end of the day: don't force yourself to love a comic you're not enjoying, even if you like that character. you can put that shit down. sometimes, "important stories" are by shitty writers that you won't enjoy reading and you shouldn't make this hobby a chore. i don't care how "critically acclaimed" it is, you don't have to like it if it doesn't click for you. and on the flipside, a comic might be considered "bad" but you may enjoy it (a personal example: Robin III: Cry of the Huntress is considered a very weak comic. don't care. i love it anyway.) accept the cringe, have fun, and enjoy yourself at the end of the day. none of it will make sense anyway so just read what sounds cool to you.

this was all over the place and rambly, but i hope it helps at least a little! welcome to comics anon! if you or anyone else would like more character-specific recs, feel free to ask! if i don't know, i can at the very least hopefully point you in the right direction <3

[sysig]

The brainworms are winning, clearly (Patreon)

[rubylarkspur22]

Blood Demon Arts: Mirrored Sunset(🔄)

This is basically just me spitballing my ideas for the Kizuki!Hashira, specifically their BDAs. Some are set in stone(*looks at Butterfly girls, whose powers have been set in stone since I made this fic*), some are subject to change(*looks at Mitsuri, who's already gotten hers changed twice, and is still subject to alterations because this woman is strangely hard to pick a demon power for*). It might change again when I create everyone's designs, but this is what I got for now!

Also, the ranks aren't in order of strength or anything, I just kinda picked. Some of these demons will be ascending as others die off. At least Kanao and Tengen will be getting promoted and powered up before they're decapitated, others are subject to this as well.

Lower 6, Zenitsu

Most of his power goes into speed, but his official BDA is a form of electrokinesis. He prefers to use it on himself for a quick escape, but will use it on humans if they get too close for comfort. And he can control the output, allowing him to either stun or kill.

Lower 5, Kanao

You all know this one. Mind control butterflies. It continues to terrify me, but that's what makes it fun!

Lower 4, Genya

He actually kept his demon eating ability after turning, so he gains nutrition from both humans and demons. But when he eats Demon Slayers and demons with Blood Demon Arts, he can get their powers or the element of their Breathing Style and turn their own attacks back on them. The only one he wouldn't get any power from is Sun Breathing. For obvious reasons.

And he still has his gun. Because it's Genya, and he deserves his shotgun!

Lower 3, Shinobu

Shinobu can administer poison via either her claws or her butterflies. It's potent, so one would die from even the tiniest dose, but it's also a long and painful death. This woman is a little sadist, don't get hit.

Lower 2, Tengen

Tengen's BDA revolves around sound. He can mimic sounds and voices, or produce lethal sounds that can make heads explode. For mimicking, he just needs to have heard the sound or voice once before, and he can create a perfect copy.

Lower 1, Mitsuri

Mitsuri's Blood Demon Art is similar to Kanao's, in that it dulls her victims' ability to think and fight back. However, Mitsuri keeps hers fully conscious. Her Blood Demon Art, a hypnotic aura emitted by either scent or eye contact, is surprisingly simple. Under the hypnosis, her victims fall so in love with her that they can't bring themselves to even raise their weapons to her. And sometimes she'll draw it out, toying with her food by keeping them alive and near her, treating them as an entertaining plaything until she gets bored or hungry.

It works better on some than others, and the specifics aren't determined. But know that this power makes many humans easy pickings for both her and her husband. Speaking of which!

Upper 6, Obanai

If Mitsuri doesn't kill her victims, Obanai certainly will. And he doesn't play with his food like his beloved wife does.

Obanai creates snakes from his flesh, all with a powerful venom that can completely incapacitate the average human in seconds, and kill them in minutes .

But that's not their only purpose. They also act as his eyes, especially to watch over Mitsuri so he can protect her. He won't let the Slayers kill her again. The only snake that isn't his flesh and blood is his faithful companion, Kaburamaru.

Lower 5, Muichirou

Don't let his short stature fool you. Muichirou is at his rank for a reason.

Muichirou can create mist by either turning himself into mist, or using his blood. And best not to inhale it, or it's not going to end well. This mist will do one of two things once it enters your system.

Either you will be forced to relive your worst memories, trapped in the endless cycle until you're put out of your misery, or you will forget. How much you forget is unknown. Just the last few minutes? Days? Months? Years? Your entire life? How to even breathe? You never know. Best to avoid the mist.

Upper 4, Kyojurou

As a former Demon Slayer and Breath User, Kyojurou's Blood Demon Art comes from his Flame Breathing. Much like Kaigaku in canon, as well as Michikatsu/Kokushibo both canonically and here. He technically has full pyrokinesis, but is most often seen using it to create a flaming sword to use with the Flame Breathing forms he had not forgotten in all his years as a demon. A deadly demon, indeed.

Upper 3, Giyuu

Giyuu's blood becomes water that he can manipulate. Be careful not to get any one you, or your own body's water may very well be turned against you.

Upper 2, Sanemi

Sanemi's power comes from his ruthlessness and bloodlust, but his power is just as vicious. With his blood and wounds, he can create wind currents under his total control. From a small breeze to knock you off your feet to a relentless cyclone to rip his victims to shreds, it's all up to him. And if his blood touches you, or he gets a decent scratch in? Well, many have learned the hard way that Breathing Techniques are named so because it's necessary that you breathe to use them, and that fighting is rather difficult without air.

Upper 1, Gyomei

When his blood spills on the Earth, Gyomei has complete control over it. From turning stone to sand, or moulding projectiles from the ground, even encasing his enemies in rock, this power is versatile and Gyomei has spent centuries perfecting it and his control.

[hauntingblue]

ARCANE DAY

Episode 4 and 5 in the tags and:

SALO BEING A VIKTOS FOLLOWER??? CRAZY. ALSO BOTH VIKTOR MISSING JAYCE AJDHSKSJ also cait has kinda calmed down... and I am sure she misses vi so I KNOW this is going to happen to her soon.... we aren't getting much of her feelings yet... she's still too onto Jinx to catch up on where ambessa is going...

DID JAYCE JUST KILL SALO??? WHAT HAPPENED IN THERE

Also vander not recognizing vi at first until she gives up fighting.... incredible ALSO vander and silco being miners and vi wearing her gauntlets that were initially thought out for miners.... damn

This is my favourite episode so far....

Episode 6 here:

Sky really being there..... of course she is....

Ambessa training caitlyn.... of course thats her new daughter akdjskms Tunnels in your eyes.... GIRL!!!!!!! THAT'S WHAT YOU DON'T NEED RIGHT NOW also the guy outside is a mage... ambessa is such a hypocrite

Vi and Jinx vs ambessa and cait.... this was always about class war don't get it twisted SINGED!!! TRAITOR!!!!

ARE THEY GOING TO SEE VIKTOR???? I looove how viktors touch on their faces leave "scars" so recognizable

Did isha just take the gem from vi's gauntlets??? Omg I wasn't expecting viktor to build a hippie commune to be honest omg he looks so good.... with the blonde underhairs.... and I do believe that's the same blanket....

And of course viktor knows who vander is.... nvm he diesnt know omg viktor asking for Powder.....

We are getting viktor horsegirl montage.... omg the vander momtage I can't..... omg they wanna stay.... singed is gonna fuck all this up NOOOOO 😭😭😭 they are already there I am going to kms

CAITLYN STOP THIS MADESSS!!! ✋️ CAITLYN!!!!! VI KILL THIS MAN!!! OMG CAITLYN...... mongoose... yeah.... and fuck you too.... CUPCAKE!!!! ABOUT TIME!!!! CAITLYN I SAID STOP THIS MADNESS WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!!! And jayce too 😭😭😭 we're never making it out of the fissures

It's such a shame the spit on here won't work like on challengers.... one can only pray I guess

Jinx experiencing the "there's nothing more undoing as a daughter" moment.... incredible

"Your absence provided a vacuum I was able to fill" TO VI???? I KNEW THAT HAND HOLDING IN THE COMMANDER SCENE WAS SUS AKDHKASJ maddie exists and ambessa knows that and still.... it was not filling her mother's void...

YES CAITLYN!!! YES!!!!! VI is so hot I am distracted... ambessa was right.... now what the fuck will jayce fuck up??? Thats the question... NOT ANOTHER CHILD!!! jayce is a menace... the guys smiling at jayce are viktor... maybe the child even....

JINX KILL THAT MAN!!! NVM VANDER KILL THAT MAN!!! JAYCE YOU FUCKING MORON!!!!! JAYCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE WHEN I GET YOU JAAAYCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Isha what are you going to do omg 😭😭 did she kill vander... another powder... my god another week...

That was such a good fucking episode too.... and caitlyn didn't go insane when finding Jinx that is a step forwards but viktor can't be dead... no fucking way... he was giving himself away for the people and he was going to finally die by saving vander and look at what we got... no wonder viktor hates his guts. Jayce you were so good in act one.... what happened..... alright. Christ.... another week....

[acourtofquestions]

"You'll come back," Manon said.

It sounded like more of a threat than anything

Dorian smirked. "Would you miss me if I didn't?"

Manon didn't reply. He didn't know why he expected her to.

He'd taken all of a step, when Asterin clasped his shoulder. "In and out, quick as you can," she warned him. "Take care of Narene." Worry indeed shone in the Second's gold-flecked black eyes. Dorian bowed his head. "With my life," he promised as he approached her mount and grasped the dangling reins. He didn't fail to miss the gratitude that softened Asterin's features. Or that Manon had already turned away from him.

A fool to start down this path with her. He should have known better.

The hours that passed were some of the longest of Manon's existence.

From anticipation, she told herself. Of what she had to do.

Abraxos, unsurprisingly, found them within an hour, his reins sliced from the struggle he'd no doubt waged and won with Sorrel. He waited, however, beside Manon in silence, wholly focused upon the gate where Dorian and Narene had vanished.

Time dripped by. The king's sword was constant weight at her side. She cursed herself for needing to prove-to him, to herself-that she refused to let him go into Morath for practical, ordinary reasons. Erawan wasn't at the Ferian Gap. It'd be safer. Somewhat. But if the Matrons were there … That was why he'd gone. To learn if they were. To see if Petrah truly commanded the host there, and how many Ironteeth were present. He had not been trained as a spy, but he'd grown up in a court where people wielded smiles and clothes like weapons. He knew how to blend in, how to listen. How to make people see what they wished to see. She'd sent Elide into the dungeons of Morath, Darkness damn her. Sending the King of Adarlan into the Ferian Gap was no different.

It didn't stop her breath from escaping when Abraxos stiffened, scanning the sky. As if he heard something they couldn't.

And it was the joy that sparked in her mount's eyes that told her.

Moments later, Narene sailed toward them, making a lazy path over the mountains, a dark-haired, pale-skinned rider atop her. He'd truly been able to change parts of himself. Had made his face nearly unrecognizable. And kept it that way.

Asterin rushed toward the mare, and even Manon blinked as her Second threw her arms around Narene's neck. Holding her tight. The mare only leaned her head against Asterin's back and huffed.

Manon hadn't dwelled long on what she'd say.

And as the three hundred Ironteeth witches filed into the hall, some coming off their patrols, Manon half wondered if she should have. They watched her, watched the Thirteen, with a wary disdain.

Their disgraced Wing Leader; their fallen Heir.

When all were gathered, Petrah, still standing in the doorway where she'd appeared, merely said, "My life debt for an audience, Blackbeak."

Manon swallowed, her tongue as dry as paper. Seated atop Abraxos, she could see every shifting movement in the crowd, the wide eyes or hands gripping swords.

"I will not tell you the particulars of who I am," Manon said at last. "For I think you have already heard them."

"Crochan bitch," someone spat.

Manon set her eyes on the Blackbeaks, stone-faced where the others bristled with hatred. It was for them she spoke, for them she had come here.

jacket, then hoisting up her white shirt. Rising in the stirrups to bare her scarred, brutalized abdomen. "She does not lie."

UNCLEAN

There, the word remained stamped. Would always be stamped.

"How many of you," Asterin called out, "have been similarly branded? By your Matron, by your coven leader? How many of you have had your stillborn witchlings burned before you might hold them?"

The silence that fell now was different from before. Shaking shuddering.

Manon glanced at the Thirteen to find tears in Ghislaine's eyes as she took in the brand on Asterin's womb. Tears in the eyes of all of them, who had not known. And it was for those tears, which Manon had never seen, that she faced the host again.

"You will be killed in this war, or after it. And you will never see our homeland again."

"What is it that you want, Blackbeak?" Petrah asked from the archway.

"Ride with us," Manon breathed. "Fly with us.

Against Morath. Against the people who would keep you from your homeland, your future." Murmuring broke out again. Manon pushed ahead, "An Ironteeth-Crochan alliance. Perhaps one to break our curse at last."

Again, that shuddering silence. Like a storm about to break Asterin sat back in the saddle, but kept her shirt open.

"The choice of how our people's future shall be shaped is yours," Manon told each of the witches assembled, all the Blackbeaks who might fly to war and never return. "But I will tell you this." Her hands shook, and she fisted them on her thighs. "There is a better world out there. And I have seen it."

Even the Thirteen looked toward her now.

"I have seen witch and human and Fae dwell together in peace. And it is not weakness to do so, but a strength. I have met kings and queens whose love for their kingdoms, their peoples, is so great that the self is secondary. Whose love for their people is so strong that even in the face of unthinkable odds, they do the impossible."

Manon lifted her chin. "You are my people. Whether my grandmother decrees it so or not, you are my people, and always will be. But I will fly against you, if need be, to ensure that there is a future for those who cannot fight for it themselves. Too long have we preyed on the weak, relished doing so. It is time that we became better than our foremothers." The words she had given the Thirteen months ago. "There is a better world out there," she said again. "And I will fight for it." She turned Abraxos away, toward the plunge behind them. "Will you?"

Manon nodded to Petrah. Eyes bright, the Heir only nodded back. They would be permitted to leave as they had arrived: unharmed.

So Manon nudged Abraxos, and he leaped into the sky, the Thirteen following suit.

Not a child of war. But of peace.

[zetadraconis11]

HL Incorrect Quote #101

*if the Slytherins played D&D*

Imelda: The orc swings his morningstar and... *rolls dice* You're dead, Sir Confringo.

Sebastian: Wait, I can still roll death sav-

Imelda: No. He's dead. I critically rolled, and you were barely alive already.

Ominis: I can't resurrect you, you idiot. You shouldn't have gone after the last one when you had 2 hp!

Anne: Maybe there's a way we can bring him back.

Imelda: I don't see how. You don't have the levels nor gold to bring Sir Confringo back to life.

Sebastian: Wait...did you purposely go after my character because you hate the name?!

Imelda: I didn't even HAVE to try. You would just run up to the enemies when you're HARDLY a tank!

[gaywarcriminals]

This is my greatest accomplishment in life

[animezinglife]

After too many attempts, I finally got her look as close to my vision as possible.

Soft and ethereal in appearance with an iron will, Erelith was sent to the Conclave as a spy and found herself at the head of an eclectic bunch of humans, a charismatic dwarf, and an intriguing elven apostate.

This rose has thorns. Meet Erelith Lavellan!

[grumpy-nyks]

The Fernweh Saga by @lacunafiction - Davor edition

I-I think Ms. Verner doesn't like him...😳

Davor "Dove" Kovač 🐝 RO: Becca Warrick

Personality: cautious // aloof // pessimistic // flirtatious (only towards Becca ...and Reese??) Traits: head // independent // resistance // believer Past affinity: math Primary ability: extrasensory awareness Past susceptibility: forward. 'it’s better to push forward. don’t look back on the past when you have new places to be and things to achieve.' <<< his motto

🕊️ Fernweh: Davor lived a happy life there and didn't think about leaving in the future. Maybe for some trips, but he knew it would always be his place, his safe place... 'It was a mistake to come back here.' - that was his first thought when he tried to fall asleep on the first night in Fernweh. The nightmares came back as he thought they would. He wants to leave as soon as possible because he feels that it is not safe for Becca to be here.

🕊️ Gramps Dan: That was his gramps who taught Davor how to play the guitar. As a young child, Davor always admired him and believed he was the most intelligent person in the world. After the death of his parents and how his grandfather treated him, he was devastated and angry. He wanted answers soo badly but didn't get any. He lived loathing his grandfather ever since. The news of his passing stirred up a lot of negative emotions that Davor had previously managed to suppress. At the beginning of the story he couldn't care less about his grandfather, but because of his journal he started to believe him. Things that his granfather lived through made Davor even more angry at this messy town …but he's willing to forgive his gramps…

🐝 Becca Warrick: It was a ...funny story that brought both of them together and they look after each other ever since. He considers Becca as his precious (not in a negative-possessive way) treasure, he literally can't let anything bad happen to her. That was also she who came up with the nickname 'Dove'... (and she's literally the only person who calls him that, others wouldn't dare...). He had feelings for her for quite some time but didn't act on it... until now. Although he didn't express it, he felt very nervous about Becca being in the town where he grew up. He was curious (but also scared) about what she could think of this town. He felt like he was revealing more of himself to her…. and he forgot about any worries pretty fast, because the town started being weird as fu--.

🕊️ Reese Verner: Back then Davor was quite cheerful and enjoyed competing with Reese regularly. They teased each other a lot. Davor always thought that Reese had a crush on him, was it true tho? donut know, but he certainly had. ...why does he appear in his nightmares? Maybe the crush stage never disappeared...? Seeing him again was a nice experience, sure... but ignoring the circumstances, he is still unsure if it was worth it and is struggling with his thoughts… Would it be worth it to return to Fernweh just to see him... again? welp, good thing he doesn't have to think about it much, am I right?

🕊️ Sofia Dorran: The two of them maybe did not have a strong relationship, but he knew Sofia is the ideal person for engaging in intelligent conversations. He enjoyed spending time with her, solving the puzzles that gramps created for them both. Davor wasn't a fan of fantasy books, but she managed to change his mind about them. Davor knows that Sofia did take good care of his grandfather, but he still doesn't quite know if he's grateful for that or wished she spent her time more... valuably... He was tempted to ask Sofia to borrow that book she found in his grandfather's bedroom, but he thought better of it. It's better to leave Fernweh… Even so, his curiosity wasn't properly fed.

🕊️ James Corvin: Maybe not brothers by blood, but definitely brothers by choice. Davor treated him as if he was the brother he always wanted to have. Back then Davor always placed a high value on his family… until now. At the time, Davor tended to be more impulsive and James was usually the one who kept him from getting into trouble (which often involved Reese). It was really hard, for both of them, to see each other after so long. Their first interaction was pretty awkward... I would even say that most of their interactions were . James noticed how Davor changed the question is: for the better or worse? I don't even know. Everyone can sense, that things around them are different now, and they aren't as close as before. Will it change?

🕊️ Alek Corvin: …To say that Alek wasn't a fan of Davor would be an understatement. Was it because James spent most of his time focusing only on Davor trying to get him out of trouble? Did Alek observe any possessiveness from Davor towards James? Or maybe simply because of the bond between those two, which was truly something that others would envy and desire? Davor never considered it, especially when he left Fernweh permanently. :)) As you can imagine, Alek doesn't seem very happy about Davor's return… But he took an interest in his new friend, Becca, which did not go unnoticed by Davor and he isn't really happy about it.

🕊️ The Waitress: Oh boy, it seems that Davor has taken up a new hobby, which is glaring harshly at the waitress. He finds her mistrustful and he smells trouble. Had they met when he was younger, there may have been a slim chance of them getting along.

🕊️ Waffles!: So um… Davor has a little issue with dogs and because of that his relationship with Waffles isn't as wonderful as I wish it would be... However, I believe that with time and help from Becca, they will eventually become friends.

[mxdreemurr]

Frisk and Chara Loop de Loop

Words: 4347

Summary: Frisk and Chara are in The Underground, still.

Includes: Meandering structure, interpretive character study, some melancholy, some grief, mention of continuous resets, allusion to no mercy, the difficulties of communicating with people you care about and asking for help, determination.

Chara and Frisk are explicitly part of the Dreemurr family in this, so don't read if you don't agree with that I guess.

Enjoy!

“Oof.” 

You let out a small ‘oof’ as you hit the pile of leaves, landing on your back and staring up at the hole you fell through. The purple stone of The Ruins is all around you. After a moment of blinking slowly upwards, you extend your left arm and raise your hand palm-up in the air over your head. You’re thinking about how it looks like in anime openings or AMVs sometimes when characters do that, and that it’s cool. 

It does kind of look like that. And it is kind of cool.

“How many times has this been?” I think at you.

“Only three or four,” you think back.

I huff mentally. “No, Frisk. Not falling down these holes and landing on the leaves. The whole, everything. Not even just resets, but getting to see Asriel and everyone leaving The Underground and stuff.” I try to cover up my small outburst of emotion and hope you didn’t notice too much.

You lower your arm, resting your hands on your stomach. “I don’t know,” you think. “It’s like Flowey says, it’s—. It’s like waking up from a dream sometimes, you know? They kind of blur together a couple back…” You heave a big sigh and kick your feet. “What about you? Do you know how many times?”

“I…” I mentally furrow my brows. “I’m not great at keeping track of stuff like that. Math is for losers. Tch.” So what if I’m not as great at hiding my emotions as I’d like to be.

Silence stretches on with neither of us saying anything. You close your eyes fully. Eventually I speak up again in your head.

“Frisk… How many more times do you want to keep doing this…? It’s not like Asriel and I need our bodies back that much… Perhaps a change of priorities is in order, and it’s like Asriel said, our parents have moved on, them seeing us again—”

“Stop. Chara. You deserve a happier ending. Both of you do. And your mom and dad love you! They wouldn’t be anything but overjoyed to see you again, I know this. And me too… It’s not just for you, you know. Your family loves you.”

I mentally lean my head on my hand and roll my eyes at you, but I can’t help giving the energy of a small smile.

You smile as well, and lace your fingers together.

“Can we just lie here for a little while?”

“Yeah, of course, yeah.”

***

After only a moment of pause, Papyrus continues on with: “WELL!!! THIS CHALLENGE!!! IT SEEMS… MAYBE… TOO EASY TO DEFEAT THE HUMAN WITH. YEAH! WE CAN’T USE THIS ONE!!! I AM A SKELETON WITH STANDARDS!!! MY PUZZLES ARE VERY FAIR! AND MY TRAPS ARE EXPERTLY COOKED! BUT THIS METHOD IS TOO DIRECT! NO CLASS AT ALL! AWAY IT GOES!”

The various spikes and spears and flamethrowers and dogs are retracted back from whence they came.

“PHEW! WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT!? THIS WAS ANOTHER DECISIVE VICTORY FOR PAPYRUS!!” 

“NYEH!!” 

“HEH!!” 

“…” 

“HEH???”

After Papyrus confusedly makes his exit, you step off the rock-painted-like-a-bridge, feet crunching into the snow covering the ground. You turn and look over at Sans still planted in his spot to the side where he’s been watching the scene unfold. Sans shrugs at you and says, “i don’t know what my brother’s going to do now. if I were you, i would make sure i understand blue attacks.”

You give a polite nod at him and turn to continue on towards town, but he stops you. Seems like he has something more to say?

“hey, kid. you’ve got this look in your eye… you seem dead set about something. determined, you could say? i know you must want to befriend my brother real bad, but uh. no need to be a hero about it. take care of yourself.”

You set your mouth in a line and give another nod, then a hesitant little wave over your shoulder as you turn and head towards Snowdin.

…

“Frisk… I hate to say it, but do you think he may have a point?

You shake your head side to side. “No. Sans is funny, and likes to assume his assumptions about things are true… but it’s not like he really knows anything about us.”

I pause for a second

“…Assume his assumptions…?”

“Sumptions his wumptions?”

“Gumptions his dumptions???”

(… That little bit of impromptu nonsense wordplay got you smiling.)

“Chara.” The goofy smile falls from your mouth a little and turns into something more wistful (Uh oh). “I know you’re trying to look out for me. Thank you.”

“You’re… very welcome.”

“We don’t need to be turning to Sans for advice, though.”

“…I suppose we can agree on that at least. I don’t like when he threatens you. And his puns are B grade at best.”

“Okay no need to grumble, Chara,” you giggle. “And Sans isn’t that bad, in the end. The point is though, I want you to trust me. If there can be one human you can trust—”

“Frisk!!!” I laugh, “of course I trust you. We’re, like, family, you know? How many times has Toriel adopted you? I’ll always trust my family. And I’m sure you could even count as honorary monster at this point, if you wanted.”

“Hmm, I’ll have to think about it…” You do a dramatic little shrug. “But, good. I’m glad you trust me. We’re going to keep on going and I’m going to save you. Both of you.”

(Oh. Oh no. Oh geez, oh crud.)

“Um, Frisk, I don’t know if—”

“Ah ah ah!!! You don’t get to say you don’t deserve it! We talked about this, remember?”

“Yeah, I remember, but—”

“No-butts!!! Hey, how about we go get a cinnamon bunny? I bet that’ll cheer you up!”

“… That’s very thoughtful of you Frisk. Alright.”

“Yesss-!” You do a little victory pose and start skipping to get to the shop faster.

…

“Frisk, you remind me of myself sometimes.”

“Thanks!!!”

(…I don’t think you get it.)

***

Water falls all around us as a familiar tune begins to play. You kneel in front of the old statue, the red umbrella propped up in its arms. The ground is wet and dirty, but even still, you know I would be kneeling beside you if I could. You know I would bow my head if I could. I would put my face in my hands. I would embrace it in a hug and weep on its shoulder. Every time.

You pat your hand on the ground beside you, seeming to understand. I can feel the stone and grit.

“You’ll get your hands dirty. Not to mention your knees already. The water makes all the gravel and stuff stick to you.”

“I know.”

“Woshua wouldn’t be pleased.”

You chuckle lightly, and bow your head for a quiet moment.

After a long couple minutes of silence, you tentatively ask: “Do you remember the music box that’s in here?”

“Of course. It was a gift from our parents. Asgore had a friend who did craftwork like this. It’s beautiful… I, uh, I think this is a good home for it now. We really loved exploring Waterfall.”

You smile a little. “You know it’s not that long until we can see Asriel again, right?”

“I know that!!! Silly!” I respond, exasperated but a little amused. “It’s just that, well… Ugh. You know…” I trail off.

“I do know.”

“He deserved better, he does deserve better. He was so scared and alone as a flower, and then, and then there’s this, the journey and The Barrier, but then he’s just alone again? Even when we can get him to come with us, he still won’t tell mom and dad who he is… and he’s still stuck as a flower! How is that fair…”

“I feel the same way… but about you too. Stuck without a body, also not ready to tell our parents. And I bet that he would feel the same as well. Asriel would want us to be doing this.”

…

(Ugh. If only they knew.)

“Just let them go. 

Let Frisk be happy. 

Let Frisk live their life.”

(What have I been doing. Frisk… you… You have a life too…)

You only seem to be half expecting a response; you’re already hoisting yourself to your feet, and leaning over to give the statue a goodbye kiss on the top of the head. You have so many confident, bright feelings radiating off your soul. I take another look at the statue as you politely step back, before you turn to continue on. 

Asriel…

“Um. Yeah, I guess you’re probably right, huh. He would want us to be doing this.”

You smile confidently and give a nod, marching onwards and outwards through the caverns of Waterfall, its denizens mostly watching on from out of the way. 

(Frisk… I remember when we first met, when you first fell into The Underground. You were so frightened, so afraid and beaten down. Every kindness was like a miracle to you. You were intimidated by the size of the pie, wouldn’t leave mom, and then kept getting captured by Papyrus because you wanted a place to stay. Look at you now, huh… I just hope you can stay this way, keep your determination and your hope, I don’t know if what you’re trying to do is even possible…)

***

The sweltering heat of Hotland is all-encompassing as you make your way along the stone path, the large pool of magma stretching out to your right with The CORE plunked right in the middle of it. Always a little uncomfortable coming through here with that sweater of yours. Not that I can critique your choices in clothing, though.

You stop midway along the path and turn and look at The CORE.

(I’ve been doing my narration schtick as usual, but I’ve been kind of tense since the statue in Waterfall… Maybe it’s time for a good-natured joke.)

“Hey, Frisk,” I nudge you mentally, “you ever think about jumping in there?” I ask, referring to the large pool of magma.

You roll your eyes at me. “Uh, yeah, obviously.” I raise a figurative eyebrow at you. “Not like I’m going to though. Too hot for a bath, don’t wanna become Frisk Soup today.”

I chuckle at that. “Also the magical platforms that save you if you fall.”

“Oh yeah, also that.” We’re both giggling a little now.

After a moment though you cross your arms and put your hand on your chin  thoughtfully as you survey the familiar scene before us. “Hey, Chara. You know Gaster?”

“Uh, yeah…?” I have no idea where you’re going to go with this question, but I hope nowhere too personal about my past.

“… What do you think was his creation that he fell into…? Was it The CORE?”

“The CORE?” I echoed, “hmmm. Lots of places to fall into in and around it I suppose. All the magma that feeds it, and then all the glow-y foggy stuff inside… It’s certainly magical as heck in order to generate magical power, obviously, but I’ve never heard of a reason for it to have the power to shatter someone across time and space…? Not like I know that much about it though… it’s not my specialty,” I sniff.

“And you’re not even a scientist. And you’re like thirteen.”

“I suppose,” I say, doing the mental equivalent of looking at my fingernails. “You’re like, twelve though? So don’t get on my case about it.”

“Hmm, I suppose,” you say in mockery. We manage to last two seconds before smiling at each other and giggling again.

…

(Perhaps it would be constructive to inform Frisk more about what I know of the machines in The True Lab… Well… Maybe one of these resets if it becomes relevant. We’ll see.)

***

Your quiet footfalls across the wooden floorboards make some of the only sound to be heard in the house right now. The white and grey colour scheme lends a feeling like an old photograph. It’s so quiet, no one happens to be visiting at this time, and Asgore spends so much time in the garden taking care of the flowers. I clench your fists unconsciously.

“Before we get the keys and your stuff, is there anything in particular you’d like to see this time, Chara?”

“… The teacups. In the cupboard in the kitchen.”

You nod, and smile, and take us over there.

You reach up on your tip-toes and open the cupboard doors. Inside are plates, bowls, and a collection of painted teacups, all sitting on a yellow checkered cloth. I mentally indicate which one I want and you pick it up for me and bring it down. It’s white porcelain with a soft green and yellow floral design on it. I can feel the weight and coolness in your hands.

I remember sitting at the big table, beside Asriel on the long side, mom and dad on both ends. Sometimes, an hour or so after dinner, the family would have tea together. And I was always invited (But it was okay if I didn’t go, and stayed in our room instead). My brother and I would have herbal teas, I liked the floral ones. I remember mostly listening, to the warm happy conversation of a family (My family, I’d only just barely been able to accept that). Listening to the low, comforting sounds of talking back and forth between our parents, my brother’s bright, excited additions to the conversation, it’s a memory that is unspeakably precious to me now. I would occasionally be asked to join in with my thoughts on something, or how I’ve been doing, but never pressured to talk more than I wanted. Everything was always gentle encouragement but never forcing me into anything I wasn’t comfortable with yet (The kindness was overwhelming, I’ll never be able to pay it back in full).

I remember Asriel nudging me under the table, passing me a folded-up note while our parents were talking. A promise in his handwriting to show me a new secret hide-away, along with a little doodle of us. 

We smiled at each other then, and I can feel myself smiling now, my emotions soaking over to Frisk’s body across the soul that we share.

“It must be a good memory,” Frisk thinks to me.

“Mhm, it is,” is all I respond.

I blink the tears out of Frisk’s eyes, coming back to the present. I look around the empty kitchen and feel us in an empty house. The reality is still there, my family is scattered; my brother and I died, and mom and dad at complete opposite ends of The Underground. And it’s my fault.

I look at the teacup in your hands and think about if we were to drop it how it would shatter. I think about how once we reset it would be back together, back on the shelf. I think about Flowey.

I don’t think about the warm mental waves of comfort that you’re sending me, or how you’ve lowered your trembling body to the ground in a crouch and are rocking us back and forth soothingly. I don’t think about how I failed to make my thoughts as private as I would have liked.

“Hey, Chara, it’s not your fault, okay? You’ll be okay, we’ll get your family together again properly, I promise. I’m not going to stop trying. It’ll be okay…” I listen to you go on with your reassurances. I’m appreciative for it. It takes a minute but I manage to even out our breathing which I hadn’t noticed had become slightly frantic. “…Your family loves you, they would never blame you for anything.”

I gaze out the kitchen doorway at the family dining table, focussing on the details of what I can see. I take the biggest inhale and let out the biggest sigh possible, and send you a mental thumbs-up. I take all my feelings of guilt and failure, and I take all my feelings of belonging and love from my memory, and I try to hold them between your hands in this teacup.

After insisting repeatedly that I’m okay enough for us to get up, you do get us up, and return the teacup back to the shelf we found it on.

“Alright Frisk, you lead the way. Let’s get to seeing Asgore soon though, I still feel like I’m suffocating a little bit from all of this memory and feelings and junk.” (And the empty house and the quiet and how I’m not going to cry more I just need to get moving). “It’ll be nice to see him again, even if he’s… going to try to kill us— oh geez we’re on a rollercoaster until the end huh.”

You grab the key from the kitchen and add it to your keychain, and then set off in a little jog out through the dining and living room to the hallway. “Not true! We’ll have a nice event with Alphys and Undyne set up! Courtesy of Papyrus and his Flowery Friend.” You do a little smile at me. I do a little mental eye-roll at you, but smile too.

“Thanks for your help Frisk, you’re a real life saver.”

“Hehe, shucks Chara, anytime.” You add the hallway key to your keychain as well. You linger outside the door to me and Asriel’s bedroom, as if asking if I’m ready. I signal an affirmative and you open the door.

Two neatly wrapped presents, as always. “Thank you Flowey,” I say in a slightly teasing but affectionate tone. You sit down cross-legged to open up the two gifts. My heart-shaped locket and rusty knife, best comfort items I could ask for.

…

Before you can get up off the floor, I speak up and think at you “You know Frisk. You’re putting a lot of burden on yourself for me. This… mission that you’ve taken upon yourself for me and my brother’s sake. I’m grateful, very much so. But I want to make sure you know you can rely on me too, you can ask for help, I’m here if you need to talk about anything… I feel like it’s been a few resets since we’ve visited the quiche room—” 

“Ha—! Chara, you’re hilarious. You know I’m always okay!”

“That’s… not true.” I’m a bit surprised at your sudden reaction.

Perhaps realizing that that sounded slightly forced you wiggle awkwardly in place and try again. “Well, I may have climbed a mountain that it’s said people disappear on, that’s true. But! I’ve made so many friends, and I have a new family now! It’s all so bright and colourful, and I’m so happy to have ended up here. This journey together through The Underground, meeting everyone… There were tough parts, but finding out how kind monsters can are…! And then the catharsis at the end, I couldn’t ask for more.”

“Okay, but… This has all happened, according to both of us and what we can remember, uncountable times since the first. How is it going enjoying being with your new family when we keep leaving everything and going back to the start?”

“I—,” You sound taken aback, “there was a time I stayed with them on the surface for a while!!!”

“And then you came to me begging for me to reset again, because you couldn’t bear not having gotten the perfectest, best, most happy ending! Because you need to be the best, most perfect kid possible, and you need to be everyone’s hero!!!” … I stop, realized that was maybe a bit harsh. And that I might have accidentally said all that out loud with your mouth.

I slump and let go of your body. “I’m sorry, Frisk. I’m going to say it outright, which is hard for me; but you really do remind me of myself, and not in a good way. I don’t want you destroying yourself over trying to save everyone. I can’t make you stop, and I’m not going to abandon you, we’re partners in this; but I just want you to know that it’s okay to ask for help. Will you remember that? Please?”

“…Yeah, I’ll do my best.”

Shoot. You sound kind of broken-hearted. 

“I’m really sorry Frisk. I’m just. Scared for you. But I shouldn’t say things like that. It’s not your fault. I love you, Frisk, you’re the best sibling I could ask for. Or, well, tied for first place. I hope you understand.”

You giggle a little bit. “You too Chara. I never thought I would have a family like you, and Asriel, and Toriel and Asgore… I love you too. And I guess you’re right. Maybe I do have problems.” You’ve leaned back from your cross-legged position and are now lying on the floor. “And you’re the last person I should be hiding from. We share a soul. So it’s kinda silly.”

“It’s not silly, but… I see what you mean.” We smile at each other again.

You tilt your head back, peering under my bed. “Hey Chara! You want anything from under here? Oh—, woah… I never realized how cluttered it is under here…”

“No, thank you, Frisk. I’m good,” I laugh. And I do feel good for now actually. “I can collect my things once I have my body back. And it’s cluttered because eventually I was no longer hiding under there all the time.” I chuckle a little and you beam an absolutely radiant and sappy smile at me.

Even if you’re hell-bent on repeating my past mistakes, I’ll be right there with you the whole way.

After your lovely commentary on how I keep my side of the room, we’re ready to get up and continue on our way. We a brief look around in Asgore’s room, head back out to the middle of the house, and then turn to make our way down the stairs. Just as you’re about to step down, we both notice something yellow out of the corner of your eye. You turn your head, and there’s Flowey, in the front doorway of the house. He looks at us, and we look at him, and then he burrows away into the ground.

***

Streaks and splashes of colour and light fill the world around you. Like a thousand prisms broke open and spilled their rainbows. Stars rain down like the sky was falling. The world is ending. Again.

We hug Asriel tightly.

***

“Frisk… Don’t you have anything better to do?”

Asriel twists around a little to look at you from where he’s kneeling in front of the golden flowers, having sat down when he thought you were leaving. His small look of surprise changes to a pinched brow as you sit down beside him. You cross your legs and start running your fingers over the flowers, both of you bathed in golden light from the late afternoon sun.

Asriel settles back into his previous position, resting his paws on the soil on either side of his knees, looking down at the flowers, up at the hole in the ceiling, and then sideways at you. He gives a little sigh.

“I guess you can stay here a little longer, just… not too long, okay?”

You nod a little at him. A minute or two passes.

“You know Frisk, I don’t know everything that’s going on with you… The Barrier has broken and monsters can go free, but it’s okay if you still have your own problems.” He shuffles nervously. “I hope you know it’s okay to ask for help out there; you have a new family who really loves you! Of course you could tell me about anything, but… it’s just that I’m going to be a flower again soon… But you should tell Toriel, Asgore, or even Papyrus if there’s something on your mind!”

“I will”, you sign, and smile.

When you get up to go, I manage to quietly mumble out “See you later, Asriel.”

***

“ …

I’m sorry.

You’ve probably heard this a hundred times already, haven’t you…?

…

Well, that’s all—”

“Wait”

“Wait? You want me to wait?”

“I have— I have heard it. A hundred times before.”

“Hah, and what, you want to gloat about it…?”

“No, you’re right. It’s been too many. I want to ask for help. I couldn’t ask for help when I was still alive, but I’m doing it now. And I know you want us to let Frisk go, but Frisk is too, we’re asking for help.”

“… You and me both,” Flowey smiles ruefully, “what do you want me to do about it though?”

“Nothing right now, I just. Thought you should know. Keep the family in the loop whenever we can and all. We’ll talk after the reset, okay? Try not to attack us right away.” I smile back.

“Haha, well, no promises. I don’t know what you two are up to yet, and I can’t say I’m pleased it’s taken this many resets, but. I guess I’ll look forward to being filled in, in the past.” He scoffs a little. “See you soon, Chara.”

I take a ghostly breath, clench my fists, and fall back.

***

You open your eyes and see the morning light filtering down from the hole above us, filling the cavern around us, and dancing on the golden flowers cradling your body. Motes of dust drift through the air.

You sit up and rub your eyes, looking around. Flowers, crumbling pillars, and an entranceway before us.

Just beyond that entranceway, Flowey is straining to hear what’s going on in the room he just ran away from when a human fell into it. Farther than that, a grey door stands stark against a rocky wall of Waterfall. A clam monster is waiting to gossip about her neighbour’s daughter. The Underground is still full of mysteries to discover, people to meet, and things to do. I know we’ll find a way forward, together.

[thsc-confessions]

"I might be biased because I'm on Tumblr, but I'm so glad the THSC stuff I'm now seeing leans so much more like. lgbt. than when the games originally came out." submitted by anon

[monsterfkr]

Screenshots of my Rook admiring cats (while Lucanis waits patiently)

[the-physicality]

:PPPPPP [vs atl 8/23]

i did not breathe for like 5 minutes at the end

one day we're gonna talk about the number of highlight assists from dt that are happening Every Game

let's talk today about the 3 highest +/- on the night: Celeste Taylor [8], Natasha Mack [7], and DT [5]

see what happens when the shots fall?

also did you see that we won that game In Regulation because we ReBounded The Ball?

DT holding up the ✌️✌️✌️ like stewie at the gold medal game

Celeste Taylor 9 points in 10 minutes 80% FG [career high points]

We don't talk enough about how consistently good natasha mack is actually. she doesn't shoot a lot but she's at 56% on the season

BG found out how close she was to 800 blocks tonight and decided to try for it [she's one shy now]

speaking of stats, I believe DT has tied Lindsey Whalen for 4th in assists

I could speak on how maybe if all our drives to the net in the 2nd half are getting blocked we should try for some jump shots instead or to go at the basket from the other side. but i will be a good fan and say that they were fouling us and no one was calling it

I think the thing with the offensive rebounding is that because we take a lot of 3s, they are harder to offensively rebound and we are very efficient from 2, so they need to be rebounded less. we don't need to do it a lot but when we need to do it, it becomes an issue

celeste should be playing more, she should be coming in for s*phie, tash, and kah. and should have more time on the court with dt [because I think they play really well together]

there was a moment in the game where the shot missed and the rebound went somewhere and dt bounced it off of an atl player and then out of bounds to get the possession

refs no stopping the game after a basket when someone is on the ground is malpractice esp holding their head [and then no one from atl getting a foul on that when they called a foul on kah for something less but still similar?]