absolutely fully respect the pokemon masters canon of cyrus literally held at the ear for his redemption in the sense that he feasibly can just enact his world reset plan but because hes on Friendship Therapy The Island he is pouting in a sunchair with a drinkable coconut in hand and all his former enemies are happy to see him and he Can't get mad about it because that would obviously mean giving into his human spirit and thats bad and he'll be damned if he lets those kids see him like this. all while hes goth married to cynthia (begrudgingly (mutual)) and the only friends he as a 28 year old has are either literal ten year olds that he is smug about looking cool to, his cult army of idiot followers that he acts like a nanny to, or the italian mafia boss (and the italian mafia boss' gang of other bosses) he maybe had a fling with once?
all that said. i still utterly adore platinum/generations cyrus where he was so mad about being able to be mad that hes still malding in the distortion realm and he hasn't left since. literally everything is pushing him to a redemption arc right at the very end but LIKE HELL will he ever admit that maaaaaybe the wider concept of human emotions weren't the problem and he just needs some normal ass therapy. giratina likes its new roommate though! way nicer than the other blond arceus guy who screamed at him and called him a coward :(. his skeleton is in the corner though cyrus so dont worry about tripping on it. if platinum ever gets a proper remake cyrus will be one of the villa npcs and he will literally just mope around in akaris house. someone give this man a job he has 15 phds and gifted kid burnout syndrome.
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NaNoWriMo Day #20
[masterlist] [part one]
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There wasn't outright panic. The League was too good for that, her father demanded nothing less. There were, however, a lot more frantic runners and assassins on guard. Somehow, someone had gotten through all their defenses, all their traps and trained sentries and her, and kidnapped the Demon Head's heir from right under their noses. And they had gotten away. No one even had any clue when the kidnapping had even happened; they hadn't discovered anything was wrong until breakfast, when Damian had failed to show after being summoned.
Talia Al Ghul stood in the eye of the deceptively calm storm that was the League of Assassins. One wrong move, one wrong breath, and everything she had worked for, everything she was, was liable to go up in flames. Her son was missing, and no one knew how it had happened. If she wasn't terrified for her own life, she'd have taken her fury at the sentries incompetence out on them already. It was their duty—
"Milady! The guest quarters are empty!"
No. He wouldn't. But he did, didn't he.
"Gather the troops, we're headed to Gotham," Talia snarled, stalking out of the chamber, barely hanging onto her temper by her fingertips.
I pray you're ready, beloved. Your son has declared war on the League.
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He tensed, stupidly, as soon as he woke up, more than half expecting pain to greet him. Instead, what greeted him was a poke to the face. Hard, but not painfully so. Screwing his face up in confusion, Jason opened his eyes, blinking furiously as he tried to comprehend what he was seeing. There was a kid staring at him. A mini B, with darker skin and green eyes perhaps, but Jason had seen the older family pictures, the ones from before Batman was ever even a pipedream. The kid in front of him, who was staring at him with wary curiosity, finger still extended as though to poke him again, looked exactly like B did at three years old.
"Who are you?" Jason rasped, confused. He knew Bruce didn't have a kid, so where— "Where-wait-what—" taking the room in, really taking the room in, told Jason two very important facts. One, he wasn't with the League anymore, and two, where he was looked like any other apartment bedroom he'd ever been in. Well, except for the strange looking medical equipment, of course. How do I know it's—?
The door behind the kid that he hadn't paid attention to opened, and a guy about Dickie's age walked in. He looked like a cross between Superman and Jason, which was something he'd never thought he'd ever have to think about. Tall, strong, one heck of a presence, but with messy, unkempt black hair, clear blue eyes with caution in them, and freckles lightly dusting his nose and cheeks. He also, Jason noted as he distractedly noticed the mini B hopped down to hug the guy, felt safe. His presence, while intimidating at first, felt like a cool summer breeze while lazing about the manor gardens, reading his favorite book while B sat nearby reading a newspaper. He felt like a guiding hand, a comforting hug, a protective shield—he just... He felt safe.
"Hey, there," the guy said with a small grin. "Glad to see you awake. My name's Danny, this little guy is Damian, you're in my apartment in Amity Park, Illinois." Bright blue briefly flared pit green and Jason felt his own eyes flash back. "And though we're trying to get in contact with your legal guardian so we can explain some things, cuz I am not going to be like Vlad about this, I just gotta say, well, I've waited a long time to say this. Welcome home, Jason. Welcome home."
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I DID IT! TWO PARTS OF A FIC WITHIN A CALENDAR WEEK! WITHIN DAYS OF EACH OTHER! AHHH THIS MUST BE A MIRACLE! *ahem* Sorry about that, I, ah, got carried away (^~^;)ゞ it's... Been awhile since I've done this, writing "chapters" of a fic and posting them as I write them, and it's been even longer since I've managed to do it within a week of each other... It's... Nice, in a way lol
This ficlet is dedicated to kyrianclawraith, whom I apparently cannot tag in this post, for giving me the motivation to actually write this continuation, like I'd been thinking about but not seriously considering yet. Thank you, friend, for your kind words! (◠‿・)—☆ You rock.
@draconicalvara, @fisticuffsatapplebees, @onyxlightdragon, and @sachabakkerr all asked to be tagged in the continuation, so here y'all go! Hope you liked it (◠‿◕)
Have a good morning/day/night!
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Spoilers for the 3th act of "ballads and brews"
So what I'm getting from this is that Razor's parents were adventurers who were friends of Varka that probably went out the adventurer way
Them being adventurers would explain the chaos axis/piece of a ruin machine and screws in that box; you know, they kept it as sort of trophy i mean who wouldn't keep a piece of ruin guard as a trophy, whether you were the one to just find it or actually defeat it
And them also knowing Varka, would explain how the man knew Razor's name, since i'd imagine Razor must've been a at least a couple of months old before his parents died and he was left with the wolves
Why didn't they leave Razor with Varka from the start? eeeh, slight speculation time;
so i'm explaining the wolf puppet/plushe in that box by saying one of his parents probably liked to knit and they also might've been fascinated by wolves, ya know, studied and observed them from afar put probably hopefully keeping their distance
Howener, one day fatally failing on one of their adventures that they brought Razor along for, resulted in him being taken in by the wolves that recognised the tiny human who sometimes snooped around the forest with his parents, now completely alone and lost
Also Razor's mom has white hair, if you bend logic over backwards mabe we can still do something with the Razor & Cyno are related theory!!!!!!
AALSO this has another way of having Bennett and Razor (potentially Fischl as well!!) Relate to each other!!! Adventuring is in his blood!!!
Also also also I see a lot of people throwing shade at Varka for simply not taking Razor with him the day he found him, might I remind you, he kid was adopted by wolves????? The pack structured territorial animals that protect their own??? Especially from random strangers that randomly appear and wave their hands around a lot???????? Good luck taking away a child away from that
Also also also also this:
Thats all
Watch me dissapear until another Mondstadt event happens
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