#but the coding was confusing and i figured it out

[dairyfaerie]

Home Invasion

[‼️Warnings‼️]: Impersonation, Non-consensual touching / Dubcon themes, Pregnancy tension ,Obsessive behavior Stalking / Emotional manipulation, Identity confusion / Multiverse horror, Alternate! Mark Grayson, Psychological + light body horror, Delusional possessiveness, Implied violence & dread

-If any of these themes upset you, skip this one, babes. Don’t say I didn’t warn you-

Word Count: 1.9k+ words

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The sauce was starting to burn.

You didn’t notice.

Mark had told you to stay inside. Said there was something brewing—big, dangerous, world-ending big. His tone had been different this time. Scared, almost. You hadn't seen him scared since the Viltrumites showed up the first time.

He left with a kiss on your forehead and a trembling, “Wait for me.”

That was three days ago.

So when the knock came—firm, purposeful—you rushed to the door without a second thought.

And there he was.

Or��� something like him.

“Mark?”

He nodded once, slow. His suit wasn’t the one he’d worn last. It was yellow and black, sleeker, almost tactical in design. Harsh lines where there used to be curves. It looked like something someone wore to hunt gods.

And the goggles.

Opaque black. No eyes. No reflection. Just your stunned face looking back at you in tiny warped pieces.

“…Where’ve you been?” you asked with a soft smile. “You look like you came out of a war movie.”

He stepped inside without a word, and you took a breath as he passed. His scent was different—same cologne, but… colder. Like he'd been flying through ash and fog for hours.

“I was just cooking,” you said, closing the door behind you. “I made spaghetti. With too much garlic, because apparently I’m trying to kill you slowly.”

Still nothing.

You glanced at him. He was standing in the living room, looking around like it was foreign. Like your home was a museum exhibit he used to live in.

You forced a laugh. “Okay, I know the silence thing is new. Did you lose your voice? What’s with the mysterious vibe?”

“I’m just tired,” he said finally. The voice was close, but a shade deeper. Rougher. Like gravel under honey.

“Yeah. I figured.” You walked over to him and gently reached for his hand. “You want to talk about it?”

He didn’t pull away. His fingers closed around yours slowly, testing the shape of you.

“We’re safe now,” you said softly. “You can rest.”

He nodded again. “Safe.”

Your other hand rested on your belly. “She kicked today.”

At that, his head tilted slightly. Like the word "she" was a code he couldn’t crack.

You smiled. “Hard, too. Like she was mad you were late.”

A pause.

“…She?”

You nodded. “I haven’t gotten it confirmed yet, but it feels like a girl. Deborah. After your mom. What do you think?”

He didn’t answer. His head dipped slightly, the way Mark did when he was overwhelmed. He stepped closer, slow and reverent, until his hands were resting gently on the swell of your belly. You could feel the tension in his arms.

“She’s strong,” he whispered.

“Like her dad.”

A strangled sound left him. Maybe a laugh. Maybe a sob.

You smiled and leaned up, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You hungry? I think I scorched the sauce but I can salvage it.”

You turned, heading back toward the kitchen, but his hand caught yours and pulled you gently, firmly, back toward him.

His hands slid around your waist. His lips brushed your neck, jaw, cheek. It felt… familiar. Comforting.

Until it wasn’t.

“I missed this,” he murmured. “You. All of you. No one else ever mattered. Just you.”

You smiled softly, cheeks turning a pretty red. “You’re so sweet baby...”

Flustered, you turned away from him and spoke again. “Hungry? I may have burnt the sauce, but I can fix it.”

You turned toward the kitchen, but his hand caught yours. Firm. Insistent.

Mark's arms circled you, pulling you close. You felt his lips, his mouth as it traced your neck, warm and familiar.

You closed your eyes, breathing in the scent, the closeness. Relaxing into the hard, firmness of his muscles underneath his suit.

His hands slid beneath your shirt slowly, fingers pressing softly on your skin as if afraid to hurt you…Then they grew bolder, sliding up to your swollen breasts, kneading them underneath your bra. Your pulse raced as you let out a small whimper of enjoyment.

He bit into your neck then, sucking your flesh and bruising it as he pressed his hips into you, the outline of his cock rubbing between your butt. You moaned softly and he growled into your ear, turning you around and kissing

You responded eagerly, your hands weaving into his hair, savoring the moment. It had been a minute since the two of you had REALLY engaged in anything too intimate.

The world narrowed to heat and touch, your shared movements becoming more urgent, more insistent and intense. Whispered how much you'd missed him those three days he was gone..how much you loved him… Then, slowly, the kisses slowed—became calculated.

His grip tightened—not on your waist, but around your throat. When had he gotten there?

Your eyes snapped open and you let out a chirp of uncomfort and slight confusion as you looked at him. Because Mark would usually ask before trying something new while they were being intimate.

And as the dizzy high faded she began to realize that… something in his kiss felt…off. Like he wasn’t savoring, but studying. Memorizing. "O-Oh Mark..?"

He didn’t lift his head. The black lenses hid his eyes, his lips parted as he panted softly in front you.

His fingers dug in your neck just enough to claim, not kill.

A voice, low and harsh, whispered in your ear, a quiet giggle slipping from swollen lips, “Oh Baby…How gullible you are…You've always been like this..so cute and naive..I guess some things never change”

Your breath caught and you looked up at Mark.

"W-What..?"

“But here? Here you’re weak. Pregnant. Devoted.”

His hold crushed, steady.

“And you’re mine.”

His voice turned cruel, unhinged.

His lips pressed harder against your neck and you mewled, frightened.

"Mark, what's the matter with you? You're s-scaring me! A-And holding me too tight-"

You struggled against him, heart hammering as Mark's crazed smile slowly vanished upon hearing the fear in your voice.

The goggles reflected only your terror.

Then he said it.

“You’ll never leave me again. Not this time.”

You froze.

Your heart stuttered.

“…What?”

His hand tightened on your hip. “You’ll see. It’s better this way. I’ll keep you safe this time. I swear it.”

The voice was wrong now. Not just deeper. Unstable. Cracking under its own weight.

You slowly pulled back, his hands loosening on you.

“Mark,” you whispered. “Take off the goggles.”

He didn’t move.

“Take them off, Mark,” you pleaded, louder this time. "Please.."

Still, he stayed still as stone

You stepped away, slowly, heart pounding so loud it drowned out the bubbling pot behind you. You felt your heart hammer in your chest as something in your mind screamed that this man in front of you was NOT Mark.

“W-Who are you…?.”

“I am yours,” Not-Mark hissed suddenly, the calm, cruel facade fracturing. “ As you are mine. In this universe and the next.”

Your blood ran cold. 'This universe?' What the fuck??

“What—”

“In my dimension,” he cut in, stalking toward you slowly, “you left. Or TRIED to leave. After I did what had to be done. After I made us safe. You said I scared you. Me. After everything I sacrificed for YOU. After I HELPED you when Dad tried to kill you.”

You backed up until your spine hit the counter, your eyes wide with fear.

“I loved you,” he said, the words shaking, voice filled with raw and bitter emotion. “I killed Mom for you. Killed Nolan. Killed everybody. EVERYBODY for US. And after all we'd been through… You said I wasn’t Mark anymore. You said I was sick. Crazy…EVIL.”

You grabbed the knife from the cutting board where you'd been cutting garlic.

“And maybe I was,” he breathed. “ Maybe… B-But I got better. I got better, Baby. Had only killed about 0ne hundred people before Angstrom came and captured me and the other variants. And when Angstrom told me you were alive out here, that your Mark had managed to keep you alive and even MARRIED you? I knew That I could have you…WELL, I almost believed there was some higher being up there… And who would've thought I'd not only find you…But here you are… Pregnant. Alone. Waiting…Just for ME~”

His voice broke into a twisted, malicious grin and giggled gleefully.

The pot beside you began bubbling over, the smell of burnt marinara sauce filling the air. You trembled with anxiety and fear as you brandished and held the knife in front of you. "P-Please…I'm not…I don't know what happened to you…or who I..I was to you in your…ah.. dimension…But I…I'm not yours…M-My Mark is going to come home and if you…if you hurt me…I guarantee-"

You were interrupted by the sound of him giggling again before exploding into full blown maniacal laughter. Like you'd just said the funniest thing in the world. When he finished he sighed and watched as you trembled, one hand holding the kitchen knife and the other holding your belly protectively. So cute…And so dumb.

“ I wouldn't dream of hurting you…Not again…Not when I've been granted a second chance to claim you…No…No…I think I'll be taking you now… Because at the end of it all..You're mine. And you'll ALWAYS be mine. In every universe. No matter what… And Your Mark? He's probably dead by now..The other variants aren't as calm as I am...In fact..If he isn't dead yet..he'll wish he was soon."

You didn't have time to respond, the smell of burnt food filling your nostrils and making you weak. Weak and distracted enough for him to act.

Didn't have time to react as he lunged, a maniacal smirk painted on his face.

You screamed.

Idk guys...Between college and panic attacks.. I gotta hyperfixate on smth-

Should I do a part 2?

[ihaznoclue]

In The Code I Found You [Bayverse Donnie x Female Reader]

Request - Anonymous - HI! Can I get aaa... ehm... A.. Happy meal with side of Donnie X fem!reader where they met on the internet, some type of forum or discord server or whatever and they bonded pretty much and now reader wants to see him but Donnie is anxious about it since you know... He's a giant turtle mutant? I couldn't think of an ending so it's up to you!! Oh and a milkshake.. THANK U!

a/n; Alright drive forward! [I'm so hungry now]

Warning - Feeling Anxious, Hidden secrets, Acceptance

╰┈➤ You both met each other on the internet on a discord server, his username went by 'ShellCoder13' at first you thought it was funny for the username itself

Then it started with a comment on your message than a reply to one of your recent messages from today, The two of you were now talking daily, getting closer

Then it turned into late-night conversations about stuff

ShellCorder12 - My brothers are always loud, always arguing but luckily I got to talk to you, someone to talk to you know?

You - Yeah, I get the feeling, if you have anything to talk about you can always tell me :)

ShellCoder13 - Thanks Name, you're a real one

Messages turned into voice chats, debating, learning more about each other and sharing dumb memes and laughing

But you never saw his face though, thinking what he would look like

But he also never asked of yours too

After six months of chatting to each other over the phone, there was a more deeper connection between you two but you really wanted to see him, the true him

So you brought it up one night while on a voice call with each other as he went silent and you knew something was off about him today

"Don?" Your voice called out through the mic

There was a little bit of silence at first until you heard his voice speak "I - Name.. It's not that I don't want to but if you knew how badly I've wanted this to happen.."

Then a nervous chuckle came by "It's just.. I'm not exactly what you would expect"

You were confused, "What do you mean, wait pfft, I now imagine you as a 60 year old dude who is catfishing me with scientific quotes" You teased

You heard a sigh "I wish it was simple.."

A long pause was heard and then he spoke again but more lower "I'm not.. human.." He confessed

You heart skipped a beat "What do you mean?" You asked, hoping for a answer

"I mean,, I'm a six foot eight mutant turtle who basically lives in the sewers of New York City who fights crimes and the ninja clan called the 'foot clan' with my brother that I mentioned about before hand"

....

You then heard a nervous laugh "And this is the part where you leave the call and block me"

But you didn't, you asked if he was being serious to which he was, you also asked how it happened and he told you and you listened to everything he said

...

..

.

Now a week has passed by quickly.. You were on a train to NYC, though Donnie was trying to convince you on that knowing him not he internet was better and safer than in real life

But you told him that you were brave enough to come and visit him and that's what you are doing

You were now standing where he told you to meet him, somewhere that was chilly as fog was everywhere as your heart was beating out of your chest

He never saw your face before and you never saw his and this was the day you two were going to see each other for the first time

And then you saw him, a tall figure in the shadows but you then saw him, golden eyes, glasses, tech all over him, turtle shell, plastron, green skin everything that represented a turtle

You two didn't say anything but you two looked at each other, like he was trying to convince himself that this was real and this was happening at this very moment

"Hey.." You awkwardly said

"You actually came.."

"Well I did tell you I was going to meet you somehow"

He then stepped a little bit more closer to you "You're not scared?" He asked

You liked dumb-founded than raised an eyebrow and smirked "Nah I was more scared that you weren't actually going to show up and meet me here"

He then laughed "You look.. stunning.." He blushed

You tilted your head as you looked at him, scanning him with your eyes as he looked strange but beautiful

You then held out a hand "So are you.."

He didn't kiss you that night but you weren't ready either.. but when you left, you promised to come back and you did

Over and over and over again

-A<3

[wistericaine]

date day | mattheo riddle

rockstar!mattheo x reader | chaotic fluff | wc: 860

summary: mattheo and you go on your first date

“And you’re sure you don’t want anything?”

You looked up at Mattheo. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’re faking a relationship with me for what seems like no reason.” he murmured. You could tell that there was a hint of confusion in his voice. “Wouldn’t you want something out of it?”

You shrugged simply. “It seems fun.”

“So are you doing this for fun, then?” he asked confusedly. 

You shrugged. “Why not?”

You couldn’t quite put your finger on it other than just adding a bit of spice of life. You didn’t want money or anything directly—nothing more than just the experience.

“What kind of things do you like, then?” he asked you.

Mattheo and you were both standing near a hotdog stand. There was a rather large bite hanging out of your mouth, sauce dripping back down to the hotdog wrapping. The two of you had exchanged numbers just last night, organizing for a hangout the next day. Mattheo hadn’t been able to talk much when he got home—but he had been talking quite a bit this morning. 

Then again, there was only so much that you could learn about someone in less than a day.

“For what, a date?” you asked him. 

He nodded, hand moving to wipe just beside your mouth. “You have sauce by your mouth.”

You rolled your eyes playfully before looking around the plaza. There were fun activities around that the two of you could do if you wanted. A wreck room near the end of the west side or the escape room alley on the east. The thing that caught your eye the most though was a laser tag arena just a couple of steps away from the both of you. 

“Laser tag.” you said finally. 

Mattheo looked at you with a curious expression, a smirk forming on his face. “Laser tag?”

“Yup.” you nodded. You were already making your way to the arena, finishing your hotdog and tossing the wrapping. There wasn’t a single word that was going to stop you from playing laser tag, whether he wanted to or not. 

You could hear him chuckling in the background before his footsteps caught up to you. “Any particular reason for laser tag?”

“Teamwork!” you said excitedly as the both of you walked inside. “We’ll make code names and develop a strategy together. And if we work together, I’ll reward you with a kiss.”

That seemed to get another eyebrow raise out of him. “A kiss?”

“What, you don’t want to kiss from me?” you teased him.

“I figured that you would want to build some rapport first.” he chuckled, though you could tell there was something more genuine hiding in there. 

You looked over at him with a deadpan expression. “I literally agreed to date you for PR without even knowing your name. I think rapport has been thrown out of the window here.”

“Fair enough.” he said. “Which arena do you want?”

“Okay Nommington, we’re going in!”

“When are you ever going to stop calling me that?” Mattheo grumbled out loud, laser gun in hand as the two of you stood at your tower.

The both of you had decided to play duo mode with five other couples—which made for eight other players that you two had to eliminate. While you had partly explained to Mattheo that you wanted to test your teamwork skills together, you also knew that it ran just a bit deeper than that. As chaotic as you were, you didn’t quite want to fake date someone who made everything extremely boring.

“When we stop playing this.” you said simply, gun pointed at one of the opponents. “One down!”

“And another.” Mattheo said. You noticed the way that his face was drawn into a deep focus—brow furrowed just enough to show how laser-focused he truly was. Ironic, given the ‘laser-tag’ environment. 

The two of you made your way through the arena—avoiding one laser tag attack after another while you eliminated the other teams. Mattheo had even moved you out of the way one time to take a hit for you, though you had pulled him out just as quick. His laser had hit the person shooting even quicker than the both of you had moved.

The scoreboard was glowing green in just under ten minutes, the lights turning back on as your names were displayed on the leaderboard for the most hits.

“We won!” you said excitedly, jumping up and down before looking at him. “You’re rather good at this.”

He shrugged. “You get good at aiming after a bit.”

“Bit of what?” you asked him with a smirk. 

“Fans tossing their bras at you.” he deadpanned—a laugh bubbling out of your throat almost as soon as he said it. “I’m being serious!”

“Seriously?” you asked him.

“Dead serious.” he said grimly, much more like he was talking about a dead body than his musical tour. 

You rolled your eyes at that, hands wrapping around your arms. “You’re utterly ridiculous.” you laughed—the both of you making your way to the front desk. “Did you want to get some food?”

“Only if we get dessert after.” 

hello everyone, i hope you guys enjoyed! i thought that i would post a couple of snippets before i focus on this series that im working on, so have some rockstar!mattheo <3 thanks so much for reading!

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[casually-salad]

finally got Lloyd!! now Ninten has a friend :]

[odekiisu]

I made the amazing Butterfly series by Moreta1848 into a book!

A6 size, cream white paper, body font is Coelacanth and title font is Empherian. The butterfly motif is my own design.

Now brb, I’m going to get a nice cup of tea and some muffins and read this series for the nth time.

(You can go read it here.)

[stephofromcabin12]

Busy with comms and stuff BUT if you’re starved for cabin 12 vibes: Go ahead and look up Brooke & Connor Make a Podcast on tiktok for me now, and just watch their podcast clips — literally what I imagine overhearing cabin 12’s dinner conversations to be like lmao

[evg]

in so deep into modding sims 3 that I made a script to mass change 2000 cc files' hex header 😭😭😭😭😭

[redeemed-wren]

Iconic moments from showing my younger siblings the Gravity Falls season 1 finale

Soos shutting the door on the memory of Stan talking about what is in his secret room had my 16'y'old brother stand up and literally shake the TV in mock frustration

(The good Christian boy that he is was like 'I don't like all this candle stuff' when they were doing the spell to enter Stans mind like yeah. You tell em kid)

Equal frustration at the episode's code just being 'to be continued'

10'y'old sister absolutely lost her MIND giggling over Abuelita's "I vacuum the walls now" she had us all breaking down the entire opening song

19'y'old brother with downs has seen the whole show before and almost got banished for offering to answer 16's theorising. He valiantly refrained with SUCH glee from being in on it.

Then watched the shorts with the 16 year old (the mail box GOT him he got so excited) and then spent like an hour printing off and decoding the journal page together

Cannot wait for next weekend to watch more. The binge MAY slow down depending on if we keep up our decoding efforts, season 2 is Harder I believe

[ko-odi]

haunted art dump part NINE!!!! :D

AAAAAND THATS (most of) MY HAUNTED ART FROM THE PAST FEW MONTHS POSTED!! YAYYYYY

[reallysaneguy]

what's embarrassing is that my friends can almost always tell when noir pops in my head, and a couple can even tell which one it is by the face I make

[thegreatestheaver]

Can't wait for the Electric Dreams reaction today :]] (I'll probably put it on and watch at the same time) (I'll also look into Murder Drones at some point)

SQUEE SQUEE SQUEE WE CAN HAVE A MOVIE NIGHT YAAYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!! IM HAL… AND IM HOLLOW… THE MOVIE NIGHT BROTHERS🔥🔥🔥SQUEEEEEEEEEEEE I JUST WOKE UP PLEASE IGNORE THE FACT THATITS LIKE 4PM BUT. IM GONMA TRY TO GET MYSELF TO GO TO THE STORE SOON FOR MOVIE TIME SNACKS :))))))))) pins yoy agsisnt a wall and puts my hand on your chin before putting my hands on your throat and choking you and FUCKING KILLING YOU PLEEEEEKKKK CHECK OUT MURDER DRONES ITS SO GOOD I SWEAR I SWEAR I SWEAR I SWEAR I SWEAR INSWEAR ISWEAR I SWEARRR PELAPLPASPLLPELPALEPKRJPOHJIPOEAGRHIHOPIGRE[PGRBRGJPOFPOJSPOWQPWLAPLPLPWWPLPAPLSPL PLAPLSLPEPAPLE PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[lesbiangiratina]

I just bought all the strive dlc for the second time arcsys for the love of god use my money for something good

[moreaujeans]

goddd it feels so good when you finally find that part of the program that makes it all click together

[quihi]

One of the best times I had TAing in college took place the first week or two of a freshman programming class. A student needed help; it was my turn to go.

"What's up?"

"I got an error."

(Now, some of the error messages, you basically have to be told what they mean the first time, because there's a wall of text that doesn't get to the point or it's a topic that wasn't directly taught. But some are self-explanatory.)

"Did you read the error?"

"Yeah."

"Read it again. Out loud."

The student gave a huff, and started reading: "Expected semicolon on line 157… oh."

He scrolled to line 157, and swapped the commas for semicolons. The code compiled.

never forget the universal rule of the order of things: People Will Not Read It

[foldingfittedsheets]

Something that literally changed my life was working with a friend on a coding thing. He was helping me create an auto rig script and was trying to explain something to me but his words were just turning into static in my brain. I was tired and confused and there was so many new concepts happening.

I could feel myself working toward a crying meltdown and was getting preemptively ashamed of what was about to happen when he said, “Hey, are you someone who benefits from breaks?”

It broke me.

Did I benefit from breaks? I didn’t know. I’d never taken them.

When a problem frustrated or upset me I just gritted my teeth and plowed through the emotional distress because eventually if you batter and flail at something long enough you figure it out. So what if you get bruised on the way.

I viscerally remembered in that moment being forced to sit at the table late into the night with my dad screaming at me, trying to understand math. I remembered taking that with me into adulthood and having breakdowns every week trying to understand coding. I could have taken a break? Would it help? I didn’t know! I’d never taken one!

“Yes,” I told him. We paused our call. I ate lunch. I focused on other stuff for half an hour. I came back in a significantly better state of mind, and the thing he’d been trying to explain had been gently cooking in the back of my head and seemed easier to understand.

Now when I find myself gritting my teeth at problems I can hear his gentle voice asking if I benefit from breaks. Yes, dear god, yes why did I never get taught breaks? Why was the only way I knew to keep suffering until something worked?

I was relating to this same friend recently my roadtrip to the redwoods with my wife. “We stopped every hour or so to get out and stretch our legs and switch drivers. It was really nice. When I was a kid we’d just drive twelve hours straight and not stop for anything, just gas. We’d eat in the car and power through.”

He gave a wry smile, immediately connecting the mindset of my parents on a road trip to what they’d instilled in me about brute forcing through discomfort. “Do you benefit from breaks?” he echoed, drawing my attention to it, making me smile with the same sad acknowledgement.

Take breaks. You’re allowed. You don’t have to slam into problems over and over and over, let yourself rest. It will get easier. Take. Breaks.

[enavstars]

(Naruto has specifically also called him "mom" multiple times)

Headcanons time!

After the war Obito is perfectly fine (like in canon as we all know, I'm not delusional at all obviously) and also Sasuke goes out to travel the world.

Obito is kept under house arrest at Kakashi’s for a few years until he's finally set completely free and so immediately marries Kakashi.

On the other hand, Kakashi suggests to Sasuke to stay at his house too whenever he comes back to visit the village since he doesn't have a place anymore (until he starts dating Naruto later). At first everything is awkward because Sasuke and Obito have a complicated relationship (with, you know, the massacre and all) and Kakashi also has other quiet intentions.

Kakashi actually hopes to use this opportunity to apologize to Sasuke for how he treated him. I mean, as much as I love them, Kakashi did treat Sasuke unfairly because he projected himself a little too much onto the boy, and now he just doesn't know how to approach the subject because of his poor social skills. When he finally apologizes, Sasuke does not get his point, getting confused because he believes that the fact that he cared is enough (I mean the boy doesn't really know how a healthy relationship with an (older) adult should look like). But Kakashi doesn't like that answer, so he gently explains how just that is simply not enough. This leads Sasuke to finally reflect on his life and decide to move forward, accepting Kakashi's apology.

Afterwards Kakashi talks to him about what can he do as a Hokage to honor the Uchiha clan (I'm still pissed that they tried to brush off a genocide so I'm fixing it). In the end they settle for a memorial and firing (and hopefully imprisoning) the other two council elders that supported it all.

Meanwhile, Sasuke and Obito's relationship also develops. Sasuke doesn't forgive Obito, and at the same time Obito is working on his own guilt and atonement, so evidently they don’t get along at first. Eventually, when Kakashi truly becomes one of Sasuke's most precious people/bonds, he starts tolerating Obito because he understands he's important to Kakashi. As time goes on Sasuke and Obito slowly manage to cool off their relationship and find some common grounds with everything they’ve been through. Together they eventually reflect on it, little by little, from the many tragedies that stained their lives to the manipulation they have both suffered; by the result of Konoha’s rotten system in one way or another. Although they have much to work on, especially with Obito, how he tried to pull Sasuke’s strings, and his part in the Uchiha massacre, Sasuke chooses to not give in to his hatred. He understands Obito in the end, and is able to move on. And on his part, Obito does make an effort to treat him much better than he used to.

In fact, one way he tries to make up for his mistakes is by telling Sasuke about the Uchiha clan's history and traditions, the stuff that Sasuke could never know before because he was too young, as he thinks that their legacy should be passed down to someone who truthfully honors the clan with their full chest.

Basically Sasuke deserves love so I gave him a father figure (Kakashi), because every other adult has treated him terribly and he desperately needs one. And Obito is now his annoying/weird uncle/stepfather.

I will of course make more comics because they're also very chaotic, being three people in a single house and yet amounting to:

- two war criminals, Uchiha

- two married men

- two moon-coded traumatized people

(worthy of an unhinged Venn Diagram)