Di Feisheng is just such a character. Assigned Final Boss by the entire world. Arguably has the strongest code of honour of anyone in the entire show. His blade is called 'blade'. He doesn't care about his sect or the throne, he only cares about being swordsman #1 by defeating his beloved arch nemesis. The only one he trusts with his life is said arch nemesis. He doesn't bat an eye at being called 'A-Fei'. He's so good at lying. He will bring down the house fighting a brat over who gets the spare room. He has the most glorious hair in a show full of people with glorious hair. He has a major arc about regaining agency over himself and escaping abuse. He loses all his memories and still recognises his ex's bullshitting instantly. He cannot taste food except when he loses his memories and thus his usual inhibitions. He's been forced to fight to survive all his life and still finds unmatched joy in being a swordsman. He will tow his boyfriend up a hill with a bamboo stick. I love him.
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I love angst but this qbad arc doesnt feel tragic at all. like yes of course it is because He Fucking Forgot His Kids and they have to listen to him call them roomie over and over again and casually risk their lives and beat them over the head with cookies but. But.
he isn’t sick anymore. He isn’t going to forget them again. all that he’s learned of them he is going to keep remembering and then, later, he’s going to remember more. I love angst a lot because i like to dig into how it changes characters, but fuck i am just as obsessed with recovery arcs, which is what this feels like. Yeah there’ll be bumps and twists and turns. recoveries arent always smooth, and he’s got to deal with the grief of missing skeppy and being trapped and fearing wardens and oceans, whatever thats all about, but he isnt sick anymore. He isnt hurting or dying.
he was working so hard to make sure his kids would be okay, and he fuckinf succeeded. People kept checking up on them and offering to feed them when he went missing, and they have one (1) nice bedroom to sleep safely in, and they have all these tools and toys and farms and food. and then he chose to go back to them. and now he can learn to love them all over again.
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Well I know I'm in too deep, to solve this by myself...
So Joel is getting a small retcon to its plot! Instead of taking the body of its pet smokescale upon death, the reaching out it does hits the Vinetooth that killed it instead.
Waking up from a haze after a second that feels like an eternity, having grazed death but clawed out into another mind...your first sight being the blood on your hands claws and your body tossed to the side like a broken doll.
Your cry comes out a wrecked screech as your terrified friends try to escape with your body, they can't leave you behind. But they are. They run from you now, you take an arrow to your shoulder as they flee, it was meant to hit something more vital you know it. It does, in a way.
How do you fix this?
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If it's okay with you, could you write a drabble about the hypothetical aftermath of Amane getting attacked by Kotoko?
Welp thank you pal for making me absolutely insane with this request 👍 I ran through a few hypotheticals and realized I had to shift some things around since there were so many absolutely tragic outcomes. I worked something out but damn if it didn’t make me emotional to think about how uniquely rough Amane has it. Even making sure she's in a good place at the end, this got pretty serious, so warnings for child abuse and cult references.
(So in canon, Kotoko goes in order and attacks Fuuta, but Kazui steps in. Then she attacks Mahiru while he’s distracted with his injuries. She’s about to attack Amane, but Mikoto gets in the way (my hc that he did it on purpose survives!). By the time they reach a draw, Kazui is back, and the two of them can prevent Kotoko from any further action against Amane. Sticking to this apparent system of three attacks and one rescue, I’m just shuffling around the injuries for this story. Fuuta’s attack went unnoticed, and he’s in the same state as canon Mahiru. Mikoto steps in before Kotoko can fight Mahiru, so Mappi’s the one who get out physically unscathed. While Mikoto checks on Mahiru, recovers himself, or discovers Fuuta, Kotoko is able to attack Amane next. Kazui comes to help, but not before she leaves Amane looking like canon Fuuta.)
Mahiru could practically feel her heart shatter into a million pieces when Amane finally cried in front of her. She hadn’t shed a single tear yesterday – it was the shock, Shidou said. Mahiru was skeptical. After all, she had been shocked, too, and cried plenty.
Amane woke as she came in with breakfast. She took a moment to survey herself, bandages peeking out from beneath her pajamas and an eyepatch securely over her right eye. As calmly as one might say “good morning,” she started to cry. Mahiru might have missed it, if Amane hadn’t wiped at her good eye with her sleeve.
“Oh, sweetheart…!” Mahiru rushed over to her. “It’s okay, I’m here.” She wanted nothing more than to wrap the girl in a secure embrace, but she remembered the mass of bandages that were around her chest. Shidou had mentioned broken ribs and bruises. It took everything in her not to cry along with Amane, at the thought.
“I can get you another ice pack, if you need. Or more medicine.” Her mind spun with ways to help with pain. Many of the first aid supplies had been used to keep Fuuta from the brink of death, but surely there were extras to spare for Amane.
The girl just shook her head.
She muttered, “I can’t… I…I’m going to be punished, I’m going to be punished…”
“No! You’re safe now.” Mahiru placed her hands gently on Amane’s arms. “Kotoko’s not coming back. We’re all watching over you. You’re safe. She’s not going to hurt you anymore.”
“That’s not…” Amane pulled away. Her voice stayed level, despite hiccups interrupting her. A hand reached up to her eyepatch. “It’s this. It’s all of this. It’s sinful. I took it off last night, but he must have…” She started unwrapping it. “They’re going to punish me...”
With a careful motion, Mahiru held it in place and took Amane’s hands into her own. She’d been picking up on the signs ever since they arrived here together, and a final wave of understanding washed over her.
“I can’t let you do that.”
Amane’s expression twisted, though words came out far more frantic than fiery. “Let me go.”
Mahiru didn’t. “I’m sorry. Amane, you need this treatment.”
“That is not your decision to make. That is not any human’s decision to make.”
Mahiru pressed her lips together. “I know. But I can’t watch as you… I can’t sit by again while someone…” She was careful not to apply any pressure, but she could no longer fight the urge to gather Amane up in her arms. “You don’t need to be afraid of those people, anymore.”
“I’m not afraid.” Amane hiccuped. “They love me, and I love them. I need to be good for them.”
“I love you, and I don’t want to see you in pain.”
“You just pity me because I’m young.”
“Why does your age matter? You are a lovely young woman – you are my friend – and I can’t bear to see you in pain.”
The two sat in silence for a moment. Mahiru doubted she would take that as an answer; Amane had refused to call any of the others her friend. At least she didn’t argue. In fact, it seemed she was leaning into the embrace a bit more. She sighed a shaky breath into Mahiru’s uniform.
“Listen, Amane. Can you do me a favor? I’m trying to be a good girl, too. To make up for something awful, I need to make sure you’re alright. Can you help me? Can we be good together?”
A long pause followed. Amane’s voice spoke up, ever so gently.
“I suppose I can consider it.” She added quickly, “for the sake of your redemption. Of course.”
“Of course.”
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