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The last chapter of the KH3 manga being released on Christmas is so evil 😭💔
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when jason todd was thirteen years old, bruce bought him a collection of dusty old novels from a dingy little bookstore as a christmas present. their spines were wrinkled and their pages were musty and jason read each one fifteen times over in joy. his favourite was a no-name florist’s personal journal, in which each flower they carefully cultivated was laid out in the page with watercolour, information along with the meaning of the plant was scribbled out in ink. it still rests on the top shelf of the bookcase in jason’s old room, gathering dust and losing memories.
vines grow all along the abandoned end of wayne manor gardens, vines that alfred doesn’t touch because he knows bruce finds the purple hyacinths beautiful. the frustrating part of these flowers, however, are that they refuse to bloom until late, when all the other flowers have blossomed and withered and died. only then do they slowly peek out of their buds, as bruce runs a gentle finger over them. please forgive me, are the words that line their petals, and bruce wonders who exactly he’s begging for forgiveness. damian, cass, for breaking all his promises for a new life? tim, for turning a smart little boy into a battle-hardened weapon? jason, for never loving him as much as he asked for? dick, for placing a responsibility on his shoulders simply because bruce can’t bear to bear it alone? or alfred, for breaking the man’s heart with every move he makes?
roy let dick borrow his pickup truck and kori was the one who lugged everything up the stairs to dick’s apartment, but dick was the one who transferred the dropping zinnias from their cracked plastic case into painted and patterned pots. they’re common, easy to grow, so dick knows he won’t mess up too badly, but their multicolored hue fills dick with a lightness that he cherishes. never forget the absent, they remind him constantly, and he never does. the orange pot on his kitchen counter makes him think of all the times wally had laughed while stuffing his face, the magenta cluster on his windowsill brings back memories of donna’s hugs. the pink pot on his coffee table is the same colour as lian’s favourite hairband, and he wishes the white flowers in a jar near his bed good morning and good night every day, twice, one for his mother and one for his father. sometimes a butterfly will come into his open window and land on the bright petals; that always makes dick smile.
jason wakes up screaming from nightmares more often than not, but he realizes too late that the screams are only ringing inside his head. the spines of asphodel flowers rake up and down his throat, scraping him raw until he drowns in his own blood. taking his rage out on anyone who crosses his path doesn’t stop them, breaking down sobbing and drunk with artemis and bizarro doesn’t stop them, staying up all night with coffee doesn’t stop them. so he visits his grave instead, and he wonders why the hell bruce keeps coming back. those ugly white flowers are always there, gently placed in front of a lovingly carved tombstone. my regrets follow you to the grave, they taunt him, and jason wonders what exactly bruce regrets: letting him die or finding out that he couldn’t love jason anymore when he came back?
janet drake’s favourite flowers were hollyhocks, and tim didn’t have the slightest idea why. he only knew this because during a birthday festival, hollyhock petals were flowered over the cake. still, he knew his mother loved them, so maybe if he became them, she would love him too. they’re hardy and they require very little care to bloom, so tim taught himself everything he needed to know and, bit by bit, clawed up a rock wall until he was entirely independent, and didn’t need his parents anymore. they came in every colour of the rainbow, so tim learned how to slip on masks as easy as a wish. the perfect partner batman could mold him into, the lightbulb of a disorganized team, a little brother for dick to love. most diseases cause minor cosmetic damage and can be disregarded, so tim took the beatings from criminals and let the scars decorate his skin without a single complaint. only years later did tim discover that hollyhocks mean ambition, and by then, tim’s ambition had far outgrown janet’s.
how difficult is it to become a symbol of hope after years of training to be a symbol of darkness? not that difficult, cass discovers, because darkness doesn’t necessarily mean death. chrysanthemums need light to bloom, but they’re at their most beautiful in the dark. bruce may need his family’s light to stay afloat, but he’s at his most powerful in the dark. so cass steps into the dark with him, knowing that batman is learning to turn his darkness into a protective cape instead of a smothering cloak. cass wields out death darkness fear without hesitation to criminals, as ominous as chrysanthemums at a funeral. but then she flips to friendship loyalty joy with her family, holding her hands out and waiting for someone to clasp on. she can be both, she discovers. she’s allowed to be both.
everything had a purpose. everything can be used. that’s what mother told him while applying her lipstick in the mirror, with damian sitting cross-legged on her bed, flipping a knife in his hands in coordination exercises. the lipstick was the same dark pink shade as the oleanders she ordered planted in nanda parbat, despite them not being native to the area. a single leaf could kill a man, she told him, so wield them wisely. she taught him to wield many other things too, everything from a sword to a poison to his own name. a glorious destiny, the plants whispered to him, and damian held those words up with pride until that destiny had been ripped out from underneath him, his mother abandoned him, and he was left alone in a place where he had no purpose. it was richard grayson who had smiled, tiredly but surely, and had picked him up and placed him back on his feet. “didn’t you know,” he said, “that oleanders were the first flowers to bloom after hiroshima? oleanders mean survival.”
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So I have been thinking about how Geto Suguru, since we first got introduced to him, has been one to value found family over blood family. I don’t know if someone pointed this about his character before but I think it’s fair to deduce this about him.
Here in volume 0, we can see that the curse users he worked with were not just random people to him but he considered them family. Also in an interview Gege Akutami mentioned that Geto would try his best to provide for Mimiko and Nanako, which shows that he did actually care about them and viewed them as family.
Another example for how he values found family would be when Riko decided to go to school instead of heading directly to Jujutsu Tech, Geto supported her decision saying that she should spend time with family and friends and when he figures out that Riko’s family died in a car accident, he doesn’t automatically consider her without a family but jumps to the conclusion that Kuroi is her family then.
This makes me wonder what relationship did Geto have with his own family? All we know about his past is that he was scouted for Jujutsu Tech and that his parents are non-shamans. Then we get hit with the knowledge that he killed them as a part of his plan. What if Geto’s hatred towards humans started with his own parents, I wouldn’t put it past them because Geto seemed to be really affected by how the village was treating the two girls (Mimiko and Nanako) so what if Geto had a similar childhood? What if Geto was treated differently as a child because of his technique?
I also find it quite ironic how at the end of his fight with Toji, Toji doesn’t kill him and tells him to “thank his parents” for this. And the next time Geto’s parents are mentioned, it’s because he killed them. So this is his thanks for them? I could be reaching but maybe Geto thought of his technique as a curse and maybe he blamed his parents for it and was offended when Toji said he should show them gratitude for it.
To reach even more, maybe Geto was ready to die at that moment at the hands of Toji and felt offended that he was spared because of his non shaman parents. In both volume 0 and Gojo’s past arc, at multiple occasions, we can clearly see that Geto was prepared for death. In the beginning of the arc when he fought that old curse user, after he spiraled when he told Gojo that there’d be meaning to his own death, and even when Gojo said that he can’t save someone who’s not prepared to be saved and finally in volume 0 when he said that in this world,he can’t smile from his heart at all. Perhaps Geto’s issues were rooted inside him from the start, perhaps back before his spiraling when he’d refuse to kill without a reason maybe he was also searching for a reason for his own life as well?
Geto started spiraling for several reasons, one being when he found no value for human lives... it was a matter of time before he’d start to question his own life as well and that’s why we get that scene in volume 0 when he smiles for the last time before accepting his fate and what had become of his life.
I am honestly conflicted as to what exactly brought Geto’s downfall, was it his idealism and his need to find a reason behind everything in life, was it past unresolved trauma, was it driven by loneliness?
My personal favorite theory is that when Geto became a sorcerer, he thought he was becoming a hero. Little did he know that Jujutsu sorcerers aren’t heroes. Geto had this hero complex and a sense of duty; that it was life’s meaning that the strong protect the weak. Maybe he started realizing that humans are shades of gray that no one is truly strong or weak. After all, he was almost beaten to death by a human. The village that was filled with normal humans abused girls with techniques. So he found himself losing what tied him to saving people....
I know it’s kind of far fetched but i do hope Gege Akutami would dive more into Geto’s past maybe we’ll get a better understanding of him
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Can you write how Dante, Nero, and V would react to their s/o having a daddy kink? Thanks! I love your blog to bits!
YES and thank you 💖 I threw Vergil in there, too, just for good measure and I had a few jokes for him.
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Dante
Sfw
- bitch, he knew
- uses it against you as often as possible
- honestly he treats everyone as brats, so it comes naturally, you know?
- you: “alright, I’ll call you later!”
- Dante: “don’t call me later - call me daddy”
Nsfw
- calls you “darlin’/baby”
- loves making you talk to him while he’s fucking you
- “tell me how much you like it”, “come for me, darlin’”, “show daddy how much you love his cock”
- He loves it when you’re bratty
- hope you like spanking
- puts his fingers in your mouth while behind you
- You: “I’m coming…!”
- Dante: “Hi, coming… I’m dad” *ejaculates*
Vergil
Sfw
- “… what did you just call me?”
- somewhat triggered, as he’s literally one of the worst dads ever
- “want me to take your arm, too?”
- “how vulgar”
Nsfw
- “No”
V
Sfw
- explain
- he’s not really familiar with any ‘kinks’- he always just does what feels good
- He accepts it and is excited to try new things
- makes fun of it occasionally
- “want daddy to help you with that?”
- “daddy” always sounds a little weird coming from his mouth
Nsfw
- calls you “love”
- the most gentle dom
- until you tell him “fuck me, daddy”
- worships every inch of your body
- “let daddy take care of you”
Nero
Sfw
- acts surprised, but he always had a hunch
- “don’t worry, daddy’s here”
- smiles and accepts it - anything for his sweetheart, after all
- “do you know why, or…?”
- treats you like a glass vase and you can basically step all over him
- “just, not so Dante can hear, okay?”
Nsfw
- calls you “sweetheart/babe”
- “daddy’s home”
- angry dom
- likes to use toys and restraints
- does not accept a bratty attitude
- the best at aftercare - he will massage, treat and cuddle you until you beg him to stop
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Warnings: Canon typical violence, major injuries, background character death, ✨angst✨
Note: this one ran away from me. It got a mind of its own. If I had more time, this would be so much longer. I've always wanted to write a reverse batfam story with Damian's perspective. Please enjoy.
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Damian has only spent a month living with his blood father, and he's felt nothing but miserable this entire time. Somehow, life has managed to become even more stressful and exhausting compared to living within the League of Assassins. He... understands why his mother felt he'd be safer here for the time being, but at least, back in Nanda Parbat he knew what he was doing and what the rules were.
He's not sure where he stands with his father. It's obvious that his father doesn't know where he stands with Damian either. Damian, his entire life, had grown up with the knowledge of Bruce Wayne being his father. Batman. Caped Crusader of Gotham. Hero. Bringer of Justice. His mother's dearest, most precious love after Damian himself. She spoke often of him. Highly. Only when alone and no one else to hear them. His father isn't exactly on high standings with his grandfather nor other high ranking members of the League.
Yet, his father knew nothing of him until the day they met. His mother brought him to the streets of Gotham, lured Batman to their location, and introduced them there. His father seemed visibly shocked under that cowl at the information of having a son, yet he didn't question it.
Damian didn't know what to expect after his mother left him for his own safety. He didn't know all too much about culture outside of the League. He was, of course, taught the basics to blend in with American society—as well as other countries—if the need so came, but other than that... He didn't know what to do with himself when he first stepped in the manor to find only one servant and a new home empty of anything to fill his time. The cave where his father operates was locked to him from the get-go.
His father doesn't seem to trust him. He explained the situation to the servant, and then sent Damian off with the servant to find a room with the warning that if Damian "did anything", he'd regret it.
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Dick watches as Talia scours every inch of their cell. She has been doing that for almost three hours, now. Dick stopped way back at hour one. He knows why they’re here, knows exactly why it’s the two of them in this cell. Ra’s will get his way, whether they like it or not.
It brings back memories, to be honest. This is just like the first time he met Talia, except this time, instead of testing Bruce, Ra’s is testing Damian.
“Talia,” he finally says, “sit down. You know you’re not going anywhere.”
She scoffs. “Maybe you were raised to give up, Richard, but I was not. I will find a way out of here, and when I do, my father will have many things to answer to.”
Dick sighs. He doesn’t want to do this either, but he knows that even if they manage to get out, Ra’s will just try again. He’s like a cockroach, unable to be killed. Eventually, he will get what he wants, and this time, what he wants is to test Damian.
“And what are you going to do once you’re out?” Dick asks, trying to appeal to Talia’s logical side. “You know he’s just going to do it all over again. This time, it’s just a kidnapping. What if next time it’s worse? Do you want to do that to Damian? Better to just get it over with.”
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A few thoughts about rituals
Rituals can be anything you like them to be. They can happen as often as you like, and you can do during them what you like. There is no right or wrong way to do a ritual.
The only advice I have that I might call close to a rule is that you should be in a space in which you won’t be interrupted. But even if you are interrupted, because that cannot be helped at times, it doesn’t mean that the ritual is destroyed.
Unwed yourself from the idea that anything in witchcraft has to be just so.
Things can be fixed. They can be redone. You can start over. You will be able to find the spot you were in during meditation and so on.
Different Rituals…
There are many different traditional rituals which you can do. You can find them in all different types of religions, including outside of witchcraft. If you would like to perform a traditional ritual, that is fine. Just research and prepare!
However, you can also make your own rituals. When I first started my journey, I mostly performed rituals and cast spells which were traditional and/or written by others. Now, unless I am specifically doing something that is traditional, I write my own rituals. This makes them more personal to be, more targeted towards what I am trying to address, and increases the power of my will and intent.
There are many types of rituals you can do. Sabbat rituals are rituals which are performed on sabbats, for example, a Samhain ritual might be performed to commune with the dead. Beauty rituals, also called glamour spells, can be something like setting an intent for yourself for the day as you put on your make it. It could also be using enchanted perfume, or wearing enchanted clothing. Walking rituals are rituals wherein you take a walk in nature with an intent in mind and meditate on that as you talk, and talk to the universe about it. So even just a mindful walk can be a type of ritual! There are also imbuing rituals during which an object is blessed, cursed, or set with an intent or purpose. But rituals are always supposed to be about the betterment of something, and changing it with your intent and the use of magick. Usually it is the self, but they can also be done on behalf of someone or something else.
For some people, rituals are very particular and meticulous and have to be done in a certain way. For others, this is not the case. You are not required to have certain tools, or specific candles, or incense. Be mindful and use what you have, but don’t break the bank to buy tools you don’t need, and don’t force yourself to wait until you have all of the tools you’d like to have before you start to perform rituals.
When you are deciding what tools you do want, ask yourself; what helps me enter a meditative state? What helps me connect to my subconscious and the universe? What helps me connect to me god(s)? What brings me peace? What brings me joy? What feels sacred? The answers to these questions will be different for everyone.
Making a Ritual Sacred…
Again, as with any magick, it is your intent, will, and energy which have the most influence over the ritual you are performing. So deciding that it is sacred and important, and treating it as such does create something sacred.
It can also help to schedule rituals. Setting aside a time to perform a ritual, and therefore making that time sacred, is helpful.
Use rituals to take care of yourself. Time with your deity(ies), or nature, or whatever you worship, can be healthy. Meditation is also helpful. Turning ritual time into a time to care for yourself also makes it sacred.
Expectations…
This sort of ties into what I was saying above about tools, but expectations can and will hinder you and can even ruin ritual for you all together. if you are pressuring yourself and holding yourself to standards which you cannot meet, you won’t feel welcome at your own rituals. (Read the bolded text above again.)
Do not require things of yourself which are unreasonable. Do not tell yourself (or let anyone else tell you) that your tools, your ritual, or anything involved in the ritual is wrong or not good enough.
A ritual is something you create as a creative being, and if something does not resonate with you, the creator of the ritual, abandon it.
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