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    Tim wakes up inexplicably in his two-year-old body. Which: odd. But just think, how many people would kill to have an opportunity to redo their life! And Tim has so much he wants to change, so much he wants. He wants to feel important to Bruce. He wants to be Dick's favorite. He wants Jason (his childhood hero) to think he's cool. He wants Damian to need him. And really, is it manipulation if his family benefits from it?

    Or: He was halfway through the second trash can, when a startled “Good lord” caught him off guard. Tim glanced up, the rhythmic sucking of his pacifier coming to a still at the sight of a black Rolls Royce idling at the side road that lead to Wayne Manor. Alfred was staring at him from the over the car top, aghast. “Master Bruce, it’s not a raccoon.”

    From the back seat, Bruce Wayne stared at him. Tim stared back.

    Or: Tim is side tracked by his actual childish needs and wants, gets a whole bunch of his nannies fired, terrorizes his parents with a series of petty revenges, is an honest employer of one (1) newly minted murderer for hire, endears himself to – and thoroughly weirds out – the Waynes, and is generally just a petty, manipulative, vindictive, smol boy.

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    19 Jul 2025

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    Peter was alone, mid-way through an existential crisis after the Erasure™ and was dreading the upcoming month of May.

    Jason was sick of people telling him how he felt. ‘You don’t need us anymore,’ Artemis had told him, as if saying it would make it true. As if Jason needed someone to justify keeping them around. But three weeks back in Gotham and all Jason felt was fucking bored and lonely.

    It was a relief, then, when some random New Yorker was thrown into his living room through a portal straight out of some LSD daydream.

    Finally, something interesting to deal with.

    Cue some wild family misunderstandings, criminal conspiracies and cults.

    Because there’s always a goddamn cult.

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    Haruno Takeru aspires to have an easy, simple life—it’s a pity that no one else seems interested in letting it happen.

    ( “Someone is taking the children of Konoha,” Hiruzen says, voice rough and eyes blazing.

    “I’d like your help in figuring out who.” )

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    “Does the council agree,” he says, into the tense silence that has taken hold in the wake of Naruto’s impotent fury, “That the most suitable groom to a princess would be a kage?”

    Or, when the council forces their hand, Kakashi must take Naruto as his bride. He is very normal about it.

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    all your experience with the strange, odd, and mystic could have never prepared you for the day you woke up in an entirely different universe altogether. you have been many things through the course of your life: spy, killer, teacher, hero. you've never known what it means to be just you. maybe dick grayson can help you figure that out.

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    08 Jul 2025

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    You brush away wet hair from his face, and tip your head forward to meet his forehead. You close your eyes and listen to him breathe. There is benediction in the curve of his lips, and the way he touches you. It is the most religious experience you will ever have, far more intimate than an invocation of a prayer, and much too forgiving for supplication. God is in the dim spray of fluorescent light above you, in every droplet of water falling from the faucet, in the firm thumb he presses to your lips.

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    Reality is ever distorted until Natasha becomes a fantasy of your own making. You live with the terror of changing her as much as you do forgetting her. This is a hell of your own making.