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The balance of the Jujutsu world has changed once again. The King of Curses, Ryoumen Sukuna, has incarnated.
“My True Name is Ryoumen Sukuna. I ask you, sorcerer, are you the one who would call yourself my Master?”
"Uh— what?"
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- Part 5 of I Can See You in My Fate
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Virtual Surreality by RedWritingHood
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
23 Oct 2024
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Yuuji's life suddenly becomes an RPG. Luckily(?), along with his video game powers(?), he automatically gains a party member.
[New relationship gained!]
Ryoumen Sukuna - Neutral
Ryoumen Sukuna >>> Hostile"Wait, what? I didn't even do anything yet!"
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I Can See You in My Fate by RedWritingHood
Fandom: Batman (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Devil May Cry, Fate/Grand Order, Fate/stay night & Related Fandoms, Trigun (Anime & Manga 1995-2008), Trigun Stampede (Anime 2023), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)
04 Nov 2024
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A series of crossovers with Fate/Grand Order. The series currently contains the three crossovers listed below.
1.) An introduction/explanation for Fate/Grand Order so you don't have to read through the extensive wiki or slog through confusing terms.
2.) Fate/DC, which has the Batfamily as Servants. Some DC content will not be canon.
3.) Fate/Devil May Cry, which has the DMC cast as Servants. All DMC game, manga and prequel novel content is canon.
4.) Fate/Trigun, which has the Trigun cast as Servants. All Trigun manga and anime (both the original 1998 and the Stampede remake) content is canon.
5.) Fate/Jujutsu Kaisen, which has Ryoumen Sukuna | Pretender incarnating in canon with mentions of other JJK characters as Servants, also featuring JJK Servant profiles.
None of the crossovers interact with each other, so if you're not interested in one or the other, don't worry about it.
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Crazy Centaxday by Killbothtwins
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy
07 Nov 2022
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Anakin and Obi-Wan are having an... out of body experience. Unfortunately, no one seems to be noticing. Fortunately, the Team's weird shenanigans might be enough to save the galaxy in the end. Just why are Skywalker and Kenobi acting so out of character?
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05 Dec 2024
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Yoda tapped his stick on the floor, and the tilt of his ears was distinctly amused. “Notice, we did not,” he said. “Acting oddly, you were not.”
At their affronted looks, Plo Koon let out a whuff of air that was a laugh coming from him. “Perhaps we should say, not odder than normal.” That earned two more offended glares. “To be honest, this is the kind of behavior we have come to expect from you. Attached at the hip, far too involved in each other’s personal issues…”
There was a chorus of outraged sputtering. Several of the Council members looked like they were hiding amused smiles.
“This is your fault,” Anakin said, looking at Obi-Wan. “We spend too much time together.”
“My fault?” Obi-Wan said. “You're the one with no boundaries. The other day you took a bite out of a sandwich while I was still eating it.”
“You didn’t complain,” Anakin said. “Besides, what about that time we shared one cloak on an entire mission to that cold planet? No one thought that was weird.”
“That,” Obi-Wan said, “I think is the point.”
“Oh,” Anakin said, considering this. “Right.”
Mace Windu had a hand rubbing at the bridge of his nose, but it was covering the curve of his smile. “You two are dismissed, you know,” he said.
They looked up at the Council, as if surprised to find that they were still there, then both simultaneously dipped into quick bows. Then they glared at each other, and, straightening up, left through the doors again, already bickering.
“I can’t believe none of us noticed they switched bodies,” said Shaak Ti, after they were gone. “That’s a little embarrassing.”
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Head Spiders and Tiny Oranges (And Everything Jamie Tartt Knows In-Between) by iwishiwereDuck
Fandoms: Ted Lasso (TV)
11 Jun 2023
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There’s no excuse when he shows up at Coach Lasso’s. No excuse when he knocks on the door, just the words Coach said to him months ago, filtering through the muck in his head. My door’s always open, Jamie.
Which ain’t true, is it, ‘cause Jamie’s standing on his doorstep and he’s knocked twice now, and the door’s still closed. And he starts to wonder, hey, maybe Coach was just saying that, yeah, to make him feel better. Maybe Coach says that to everyone, just doesn’t mean it. Maybe this is another one of those things that’s normal, but that Jamie doesn’t get. Too slow on the uptake, too dumb to get it without an explanation.
But then suddenly the door is open, and it’s replaced by Coach Lasso’s smiling face.
Or
Jamie Tartt and figuring himself out.
Bookmarked by RedWritingHood
29 Nov 2024
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Jamie is twenty-four and he’s still running on fumes. Like, driving a car and forgetting to stop by a petrol station to fill up, but deciding that you’ve got no other choice but to keep going. Can’t get out of the car and walk if you’re in the middle of nowhere, or if you’re on the edge of a thunderstorm, or if you’re somewhere that’s unfamiliar.
So you just have to keep driving, eyes on the tank and watching as the fuel goes down, down, down. And you keep pressing on the gas because you’ve got all of this road ahead of you, and all of this road behind you, and nothing else to fill your car with anywhere around you.
Ain’t any point stepping on the brake, ‘cause nothing comes from stopping. Ain’t any point getting out of the car, ‘cause then you’re stuck on foot, and it don’t matter how fit you are or how far you can walk, because you don’t even know how far you’ve got to go. So your best bet is staying in the car, foot on the gas, eyes flickering between the road and the dashboard.
Jamie is twenty-four and he’s been driving a car low on fuel for years. Makes him a natural at it. Makes him skilled. Makes it normal.
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the business of the very few by dustorange
Fandoms: Nightwing (Comics), Batman - All Media Types
15 Jul 2023
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“I was trying,” Bruce says, “to respect your privacy.”
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29 Nov 2024
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Dick’s phone buzzes. The noise is hard to hear over the sound of the washing machines, but humming, he slides his cell out to check, and goes still, his breath hitching.
He quickly slides the phone back into his pocket. And returns. To the greatest show on earth—the coin laundry’s ceiling.
It’s almost nine p.m., dark out. Dick balances the blade on his thumb. All Dick has left to do tonight is get his jackets out of the dryer, head back home, and patrol. The O’Connell suspect is supposed to be downtown this evening, and Dick’s going to surveil him.
Dick pauses. Grabs his phone.
Bruce, it says again, vibrating in his palm.
“Dick, I checked the footage. Your fight with Lady Vic was an abomination. Do you always let your enemies get hits in on your head? Is this how you operate in Bludhaven? If it is, you won’t last much longer. Your brain will be orange juice in no time,” Bruce will probably say, and Dick will be like, “I know, okay!” so instead of answering, Dick growls and turns the phone back over again.
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Jamie has this dream, sometimes. It starts, and he can’t breathe, and he can’t wake up.
It’s like: He’s in a car, and he’s driving real fucking fast, and for some reason it’s dark out and he can’t see for shit but he’s still not slowing down.
It’s like: He doesn’t want to slow down.
It’s like: He’s in a car, and he’s driving real fucking fast, and for some reason it’s dark out and he can’t see for shit but he’s still not slowing down and there’s a cliff rising in front of him, closer and closer and closer, and he might not be able to see for shit but for some reason he can see that cliff and the empty abyss beyond it.
It’s like: He knows the cliff is coming and he doesn’t want to slow down.
Jamie has this dream, sometimes. It ends, and he wakes up, and he still can’t breathe.
[ the mom city fix-it. in which james tartt sr. dies, and jamie is haunted by a ghost. ]
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28 Nov 2024
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“Me da’s dead,” says Jamie.
“—and that’s the—what?”
“Me da’s dead,” says Jamie, in case Ted didn’t hear him. Fair enough, he sort’ve mumbled a bit, and also he hadn’t meant for those words to escape his mouth in the first place, but. There’s this weight inside of him, right, this crushing desperate heaviness, and it’s dragging him to the ground. Has been for days, and he’d hoped he could bear it but he’s realizing that if he lets it, it’ll swallow him whole. And he don’t want it to swallow him whole. Not if it means it’ll swallow the rest of ’em whole, too, wondering what’s the matter with him. “Me da’s dead.”
It’s dark out.
“Jamie,” Ted says, and Jamie’s getting real tired of hearing his own name. Especially when Ted says it like that, like it’s something he’s gotta be careful with, like it’s something he’s afraid of breaking. “Shoot, Jamie, I—”
“They called on Sunday,” says Jamie. “The hospital, I mean, they called. ’Cause I’m the next of kin, or summat, since he and me mum split up when I were a sexy little baby and all, and—and I’m s’posed to go down and, like, make sure it’s him, but. Um. I dunno, y’know, we’ve got the Man City match comin’ up and I don’t—”
“Sunday?” Ted repeats. Jamie’s fingers tangle in the hem of his kit. “Jamie, I—God, if I’d known, I would’ve—I would’ve sent you up there Monday morning, Jamie.”
No. Oh no. Fucking—
“Coach, no, s’fine, I don’t—”
“No, Jamie, it’s not fine,” says Ted. “It’s—goddamnit. Jamie.”
The car’s going real fucking fast.
“You think I should’ve gone up?” Jamie whispers. “Like. On Sunday?”
Ted rises from his chair and Jamie—he recoils, a bit, shoulders curling forward, but he doesn’t think Ted notices, ’cause Ted’s rounding the desk and he’s saying, “You’ve been holding on to this all week?”
Jamie isn’t sure what else to do. He nods.
“Shit, Jamie,” says Ted, and that’s—that’s bad, Ted never swears, not if he can help it. Something’s gone horribly wrong here. Jamie’s done something horribly wrong here. “I’m so sorry. You don’t…you don’t gotta worry ’bout the game, yeah? They need you up in Manchester, you go. We’ll hold down the fort.”
There’s a cliff rising in front of him.
Jamie’s throat goes tight. He swallows hard around it, around the swollen pulse of his heart, and says, “Oh.”
“I’m so sorry, Jamie,” Ted says, again.
“I—” Jamie can’t figure out what he’s meant to say. All he knows is that he’s made a mistake, and that maybe there is some part of him that’s rotten all the way through. “Should I—should I go now, then?”
“’Course,” says Ted, like there could be no other answer. “God, Jamie, ’course you should.”
The car falls into the empty abyss until it hits the water.
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dolly-verse fics by a_alene
Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010), DCU
24 Nov 2024
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gotham city senior dolores patton and the teenaged crime lord she hangs out with sometimes
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26 Nov 2024
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Eventually, they reach Dolly’s respectable little walk-up. She takes the bags from him, insisting that she isn’t that old.
“I’ve handled myself just fine for this long, and I’ll do it for a while longer,” she tells him, sticking her chin out in the air.
At first, Jason doesn’t recognize the sound he makes. Then he remembers that it’s laughter.
She’s looking at him a little funny. Jason clicks his mouth shut.
“Anyway,” he says, stepping back. “I’ll be on my way now—“
“Wait,” Dolly says. She puts both bags down on the ground, reaches out towards him. “Are you sure you don’t want to—come in and warm-up?”
Jason actually considers it, for half a second. It would be nice to pretend he wasn’t what he is. But it wouldn’t change anything.
“I’m almost home anyway,” he lies. “Don’t you worry about me.”
“Son,” Dolly says. “You can’t tell me what to do.”
Then, before he can stop her, she reaches out and just—puts a hand up to his face. Pointlessly wipes away at the water that’s gathered underneath his eyes. Not as a threat or a fist. Just to give him comfort. Him, of all people.
“Take care of yourself, Todd,” she says.
“Okay,” Jason says, voice thin. “You—you too, Dolly.”
He nearly runs down the street after that, despite the ache in his side and the sting of his hand and the twist of his knee. He can’t breathe. He can’t—
There’s a streetlamp in front of him. Jason grabs onto it gratefully, leaning the whole of his weight and gasping. For a long moment, he thinks one of the broken ribs has finally punctured into his lungs. It takes him another moment to realize that he’s crying. He’s crying like he’s still a kid.