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[part eight] to build a home - gojo satoru

word count: 5k warnings: !!manga spoilers!! swearing, jjk-verse style fighting series summary: when (y/n) (y/l/n) catches wind that the notorious sorcerer killer, toji fushiguro, has children, she makes it her personal mission to find them. the catch being she couldn't tell a soul about them- the risk of the zen'in clan learning about them was too great. keeping the secret isn't the hard part, it's lying to her friends, shoko ieiri, geto suguru, and of course gojo satoru, that she struggles with. especially when satoru has suddenly become so keen on keeping an eye on her lately.

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[part eight] : "Bury A Friend" ___

(y/n) knew she wasn’t the ideal choice of mentor to Megumi. But she was the only choice. So she did everything she could to teach him everything she knew. Megumi wasn’t always fond of spending his after school time learning, especially the more boring lessons (y/n) provided like history, or the specifics of the prominent families.

“This is important, Megumi” (y/n) said to the boy that had thrown his head down against the table.

“I’m tired of studying,” He groaned. “I want to learn more about cursed techniques!”

“And you will,” (y/n) told him. “But I need you to understand this”

“Why?” The boy whined, turning his head so his cheek rested on the kitchen table, staring at her. “Who cares about a bunch of old people?”

(y/n) laughed at him, reminded of Satoru and his distaste for the elders as well.

“These old people control everything in the jujutsu world,” (y/n) said. “They’re in charge of all the rules, and they have the money to enforce them. They’re very powerful, Megumi, and they don’t take kindly to those who defect”

“Defect?” He asks, confused.

“It’s what they call sorcerers who… don’t play by the rules” She says carefully.

“Bad guys?” Megumi asks. (y/n) nods.

“That’s one way to think of it” She sighs.

Her hands are wringing together, and she can barely look at him. The young boy frowns.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, lifting his head.

“Nothing, honey, I just want you to pay attention”

“You’re bad at lying,” Megumi deadpans. “Are you defecting?”

The question makes her eyes sharpen, and she stares at his inquisitive face. She doesn’t want to tell him the truth. She knows he won’t accept another lie.

“There’s a lot of things that won’t make sense right now,” She explains to him. “I’m not trying to lie to you. I’m just trying to keep things easy-”

“Well then make it make sense,” Megumi cuts her off, shrugging his shoulders.

(y/n) gives him a look, shaking her head.

“Is it because of me?” He asks. “Are you going to be in trouble because of me?”

“Of course not,” She lies with ease.

Placing a hand on his shoulder, she leans closer, staring at him with complete sincerity in her eyes.

“Of course not” She repeats.

Megumi nods, a little bit. He believed her.

It was the first time she’d told a decent lie. And it was probably the most important one.

“Okay,” He sighs. “Then what’s so tricky to understand?”

(y/n) sighs, and she wishes she had spent more time practicing her cursed technique so that she could teleport away. He was too young to be told the complete truth. Even if he did understand it all, it was a harsh reality to bring a seven year old to

“Let’s just say your Dad had a knack for making things complicated, okay?” (y/n) says.

Megumi snorts.

“Yeah. He sucks”

(y/n) nods, smiling endearingly back at him.

“I’m not trying to lie to you,” She tells him honestly. “But there’s a lot you still need to learn, and it can be complicated. Is it okay if for now, we just take this all step by step?”

The child nods in agreement,

“Yeah, that’s okay” He says.

“Okay. So let’s go back to the big families” (y/n) says, drawing a chart on a scrap piece of paper of the big three.

The rest of their little study session goes well. Megumi is a good learner, who picks things up quickly once he’s shown them. (y/n’s) grateful he’s such a smart student, because she knows she’s a terrible teacher.

Once he’s got an understanding of the important families in jujutsu society, she decides to call it a day, with the promise of practicing with his shikigami over the weekend. Megumi seems excited enough by that, before he runs off to tell Tsumiki about everything he’d just learned.

(y/n) stayed at the kitchen table, and once he was out of sight, she allowed herself to hold her head in her hands. Her eyes fell shut, and she let out a shaky breath.

The idea of telling him the truth one day makes her gut twist into sharp knots. Had there been anything in her stomach, she certainly would have rushed to the kitchen sink, keeled over it, and emptied it out.

Was this a mistake? She asked herself. If I hadn’t gotten involved, could Megumi had happily gone with the Zen’in Clan? Now that I’ve harbored him and Tsumiki, have I made their lives worse?

Her fingers dragged against her skin as she lifted her head. Just as she opened her eyes, she noticed her phone was silently ringing on the table, the screen lit up with a photo of Satoru.

She answers it, bringing her phone to her ear.

“What’s up?” She asks.

“(y/n)...” Satoru’s voice is serious.

She sits up a little straighter in her chair.

“Satoru, what is it?” She asks. It wasn’t like him to hesitate.

“How quickly can you come to the school?” He asks her.

“What happened?” (y/n) ignores his question. “Is something wrong? Is someone hurt?”

“I can come get you. Where are you-?”

“Satoru,” (y/n) cuts him off, standing from her seat suddenly, causing the chair to knock over and clatter to the ground. “What happened? What’s going on?”

“(y/n), I don’t want to tell you on the phone. Just- please, I can come and get you right now-”

“Just tell me!” She’s yelling now, not thinking twice about raising the attention of the others in the house.

Unbeknownst to her, Megumi and Tsumiki had rushed into the kitchen as soon as she’d knocked over the chair. They stood in the doorway, watching her with worry.

“It’s Yu,” Satoru sighs. “He went on a mission with Nanami, he’s-”

“I’m coming” She says firmly, before ending the call.

She turns around, about to go straight to Megumi and Tsumiki to tell them she had to go, only to find them right in front of her. She startles, not having heard them come into the room.

“Hey, guys,” She sighs, crouching before them. “Something happened, I have to go a little early”

“Is everything okay?” Tsumiki asks worriedly. (y/n) forces a smile on her face.

“Everything will be fine,” She tells her. “But I need to go”

“You’ll be back on Saturday?” Megumi asks, his voice small.

“Of course,” (y/n) assures him. “I can’t wait to see your Divine Dogs, Megumi” She adds, bringing a small smile to the boy’s face, even though he knew she was hiding something, and things weren’t alright as she was trying to make them seem.

“Be safe,” She tells them as she stands. “I’ll be back on Saturday”

They both bid their goodbyes as (y/n) goes out the door as hastily as she can without running. She mutters the incantation to lower a curtain hurriedly, and as soon as she seals the house under her protection, she brings her middle and forefinger to her forehead.

___

(y/n) appears suddenly at the school, stumbling on her feet a bit from the messy and sudden teleportation. Her mind had been anything but clear when she’d summoned her cursed energy to bring herself here. However this was the fastest way she could get here.

Her mind grows foggier, and eyelids heavier as she takes a few steps forward, dragging herself to the front doors. Sleep threatens to overcome her, but she pushes forward anyways.

Teleporting like this was a risky choice, knowing she had yet to keep herself conscious after doing so. But she had no other choice, and she was here now. All that mattered was finding-

“Satoru”

As (y/n) opens the door, she finds her friends, along with Nanami and Yaga right at the corridor. She stands in the open doorway, or rather, she’s leaning on it, desperate to keep her body upright.

Shoko, Satoru, and Suguru rush right over to her, assuming the worst.

“Are you hurt?” Shoko asks, scanning her for injuries.

“Where were you?” Suguru asks.

She doesn’t answer either of them, she can’t focus on calming their worries when she knows something terrible has happened.

“Satoru,” She says to the man who hadn’t torn his gaze away from hers as soon as she’d arrived. “What- what happened? What happened to Yu?”

The room is silent. Shoko and Suguru step back a bit, realizing she wasn’t in any danger, she was just wiped and starting to lose consciousness as a result of prematurely using her cursed technique.

The white haired sorcerer frowns, and reaches out to try to help her stand better. She shuffles back against the door, shaking her head.

“Tell me,” She mumbles, her throat tightening, and burning. “Tell me what- what happened to Yu?”

“I’m sorry, (y/n/n)” He says softly.

There’s tears pooling in her eyes as she stares back at him. She starts to shake her head in disbelief, but no words come out.

“Yu is dead” Another voice answers her question.

She looks past Satoru’s shoulder, to where Nanami is hanging his head, eyes focused on the floor.

(y/n’s) breath catches in her throat, choking her. She sputters out a few shaky pants, before her knees give out and she’s crashing towards the ground.

Satoru’s faster than her fall, an arm wrapping around her shoulders to keep her steady on her knees in front of him. Her head lands on his shoulder, tears seeping into his shirt as she begins to cry.

Shoko and Suguru look at each other, while the Six Eyes user silently tries to comfort her, his hand rubbing circles over her back in smooth motions.

“I don’t- I don’t-” (y/n) stammers over her words, despair, confusion, and exhaustion clouding her ability to form a proper sentence. “I don’t understand- how- why-”

Satoru shushes her quietly, knowing any minute now she was going to close her eyes and succumb to the fatigue. He dropped his head so he could speak quietly to her.

“I’ll explain everything” He murmurs into her temple.

Her body shakes against his. He has to close his own eyes to keep himself from tearing up just from seeing her in so much distress.

“Satoru- don’t-” (y/n) mumbles, fists weakly grabbing at the front of his uniform.

“I won’t go,” He assures her.

Her body starts to feel a little heavier in his arms.

“I’ll be right here when you wake up, I’ll tell you everything”

Her eyelids feel too heavy to bear, and when their weight is too much, she finally lets them close. Shortly after, her breathing evens, and her body is slumped in Satoru’s arms.

“She teleported here,” Yaga says as Satoru gets a better hold on her, lifting her up with ease. “That was the longest I’ve ever seen her stay awake after teleporting without a hex”

“She was anxious” Satoru replies, about to walk away.

“When she wakes, tell her when she’s ready I’d like to speak to her” His teacher says, before he could walk too far away.

Satoru turns on his heel, his eyes fixed in a glare.

“She was only able to keep herself awake so long because she was grieving,” He said with a harsh tone of voice. “She just lost someone she cares about. And when she wakes up, she’s going to go through it all again,”

Nanami watched Satoru intently as he spoke sharply towards Yaga.

“Don’t you dare try to get her to use that to perfect some stupid cursed technique,” He continues. “Not a word of this to the elders” He says, head jerking around the room to make sure everyone present understood he was meant to be taken with absolute seriousness.

Everyone slowly nodded their heads.

“Understood” Yaga sighed.

“Good,” Satoru muttered. “Now I’m taking her to rest. Tell everyone not to bother her, or I’ll rip their head off”

He finally leaves, teleporting himself to (y/n’s) room. It’s dark, but Satoru leaves it that way as he carefully tucks the dozed off girl into her bed. She doesn’t squirm or make a single noise as he covers her with the blanket.

Once he deems her comfortable enough, he wanders over to her desk, grabbing the chair from it and quietly placing it beside her bed.

He rests his head in his hands as he sits.

Why wouldn’t she just let me come to her?

Selfishly, he doesn’t want her to wake up anytime soon. He doesn’t want to face her and relay to her how Yu’s mission had gone wrong. He doesn’t want to be the one to bring her such bad news, to break her heart.

Yet at the same time, a part of him does want to be the one to tell her, so that he can be there for her if and when she needs him. To dry her tears and tell her good, sweet things to comfort her.

It’s all a mess, he thinks, bringing his gaze up to the sleeping girl before him. ___

[TWO YEARS AGO]

(y/n) leaned further out the window of the classroom she was currently hiding in, making sure that all of the smoke she blew out her lungs went out the window. Sneaking a cigarette on her first day of being at Jujutsu High was a bit reckless, sure, but her nerves needed to be relaxed and so far this was the first method that worked.

“That’s a bit stupid, isn’t it?”

She jolted at the sudden voice behind her, the cigarette in her fingers falling from her shock. It fell straight out the window, and onto the ground. Her jaw dropped as she watched a group of jogging upperclassmen run right over the thing.

Well, at least it was stumped out and she didn’t have to worry about starting a fire on her first day.

Annoyed, she spun around to see the perpetrator that had so rudely interrupted her.

It was a boy, standing in the doorway of the classroom. He had lightning bright hair and an even brighter grin. The oddest part wasn’t even the sunglasses he chose to wear inside, but how it seemed that even when she scowled at him, that grin remained.

“Having a cigarette on your first day here?” He chuckled. “Do you know what they would’ve done to you if you’d been caught?”

“Kicked me out?” (y/n) scoffed. “Don’t you think I already knew that consequence when I lit it?”

The boy laughed. It was bubbly, and as annoyed as she was with him, she found herself fighting the urge to laugh as well.

“You’re right. I owe you one. Luckily I’m friends with the biggest nic addict here, so you’re lucky”

“Lucky?” (y/n) repeated in a monotone voice.

“Sure are,” He replied. “You’re the new first year right?”

(y/n’s) brows drew together, disturbed that this overbearing boy already seemed to know who she was, and she had no idea who he was.

“Yes…” She answered slowly. “I’m (y/n)”

“Gojo Satoru” He introduced himself, walking into the classroom with his hand outstretched.

With a huff, (y/n) reaches her hand out to meet his, only to find something stopping her just an inch before touching him.

She retracts her hand instantly, and suddenly his name clicks in her mind. He seems amused that she’d reacted to his Infinity in such a way.

“Shit,” She mumbled, her wide eyes staring up at him. “So you’re the Six Eyes everyone’s been talking so much about”

“Oh yeah?” He raises a brow, tucking his hands into his pockets. “They sayin’ good things?” He asks.

“They’re saying you’re the most powerful sorcerer,” (y/n) replies. “So I suppose it depends on who you ask,” She answers. “Whether or not that’s a good thing”

Satoru scoffs, his grin faltering for a brief second. He had not expected such a cryptic answer. Usually people flocked to him, always wanting something from him. Clearly he’d gotten off on the wrong foot with this one.

“Normally being the best at something is a pretty good thing” He said smoothly. (y/n) raised a shoulder and cocked her head to the side.

“Maybe,” She mused. “But I can do something you can’t”

He leans forward with a smirk, entering her personal space and peering down at her through his shades.

“And what’s that, sweetheart?” He asks slyly, clearly expecting some sort of sexy response.

(y/n) doesn’t give him the reaction he was looking for, instead keeping her face blank as she responds.

“Fly under the radar,” She answers.

His brows pinch together, chuckling to himself. As if he’d ever want to do that. What a stupid thing to brag about.

(y/n) steps around him, heading out of the classroom.

“Don’t forget you owe me a cigarette, oh powerful Gojo” She calls over her shoulder as she leaves.

[PRESENT DAY]

Back when he’d first met (y/n), Satoru remembers that more than anything, she confused him. She was probably the first person in his life to ever treat him like he wasn’t the most important person in the world. She had weird opinions and a weirder personality.

And he was enamored with her.

It had taken him some time, maybe more than most, to figure out what she’d meant that first day they met. He spent nights awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering why he’d want to fly under the radar, as she’d said. But as he found his friends, Suguru, Shoko, and found himself in the meantime, he finally figured it out.

By that point, she’d already written him off. Perhaps she didn’t hate him, but she certainly didn’t want to spend time with him if she didn’t have to. Lucky for him, their mutual friends brought them together more often than she would have liked, so she had to get to know him anyways.

Years of training together, class together, hanging out with their friends, going on assignments- little moments and inches of steps brought them closer together. Eventually he saw her give in a little, and (y/n) let him care about her, even if she wouldn’t reciprocate.

She stopped ignoring his texts, started laughing at his dumb jokes, and sometimes, Satoru swore that he would catch her smiling at him. She openly enjoyed going on assignments with him, even if it was just from her competitive nature. When Yaga would hand them the same mission, she’d smile at him, followed by her typical attitude. But there’d be a bounce in her step.

He had been there the first time she’d tried to teleport without a hex. She had been trying to save someone. A kid.

The poor thing had been standing before a Grade One curse, trembling, frozen in fear. Satoru had seen him first, but (y/n) was acting before he could. She was too far to make it on foot, but without a second thought she did something she didn’t even know she was capable of. It was as if human instinct and cursed energy merged in that moment, her drive to save that child overpowering her body and teleporting her there in the same instant she’d seen him.

In a second (y/n) was no longer by Satoru’s side, and was a few hundred feet away. Her arms wrapped around his small body, and she stood there just long enough to scream for Suguru to exorcize the curse. He came just in time, and once more, (y/n) disappeared from where she stood.

Kneeling at Satoru’s side, she kept her hands securely on the young boy’s shoulders. He remembered the rushed, worried way she’d spoken to him.

“Are you hurt? Are you alright? Do you know where your parents are?”

Satoru remembered when the boy finally ran off to where his parents were just a block away, (y/n’s) hands were shaking. Just as he was about to congratulate her and help her to her feet, her body gave out. Her eyes were shut and she was passed out before she’d even hit the ground.

That was a year ago.

Now, Satoru thinks that his stance with (y/n) is even messier than before.

He’d thought that he’d made some progress, redeemed himself a bit in her eyes. At least he’d hoped he had. She spent more time with him than she had before, and it wasn’t completely against her will. Satoru had been overjoyed when she’d agreed to join him for breakfast. He’d spent the whole day with her after that, and not for a second was he able to stop looking at her. She’d only grown more beautiful, more confident and sure of herself, and as they matured bit by bit together, Satoru was certain he was only going to fall harder for her.

He’d known her for years now, and every day she challenged him in some new and exciting way. He used to enjoy that about her.

Now, it brought him an immense amount of stress.

Not knowing where she was going when she snuck into town, not knowing what she was up to when she snuck back in late into the night, it had him worried sick. He knew she was capable of protecting herself, she was a strong fighter, and loved her cursed tools almost as much as her friends.

But no matter how slowly the curiosity killed him, he knew he had to drop the subject.

After a lengthy discussion with Shoko, where she told him in all seriousness that she was certain (y/n) was meeting up with a lover, someone she cared about deeply and wanted a future with, he had buried every last feeling he’d had for her.

He’d decided he had to. If he didn’t want his heart broken, he’d have to move on from her.

That was easier said than done. ___

(y/n’s) eyelashes fluttered for a brief moment, followed by a small groan. It took a few minutes of stretching her tired limbs before she finally opened her eyes, and to her surprise, Gojo Satoru was sitting right there.

“You’re awake” He said softly.

(y/n) sat up and looked around herself, just to be sure she hadn’t woken up in the infirmary. Just as she thought, she was in her own bed, her own room.

And then it all came flooding back to her.

“Yu…” She mumbled, her voice cracked over his name. “He’s really gone?”

Silently, Satoru nodded his head.

(y/n) leaned back against her headboard, her eyes on her lap as she processed this information rather slowly.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Satoru said quietly, reaching his hand out to her. “I know you were close”

To his surprise, she took his hand when he held it out, her thumb pressed to his palm and her fingers wrapping around his securely.

“He just wanted to be nice and walk me home,” She said softly. “He was just trying to be a good person and I- I pushed him away”

Tears pooled at the corners of her eyes as she remembered the last time she’d really spoken to him. She’d seen him in passing since that day in Tokyo, but she’d been in such a rush all the time that she’d barely said more than a hello to him.

And now he was gone.

A tear slipped down her cheek.

“Don’t blame yourself for anything,” Satoru said, his thumb stroking over the back of her hand gently. “What happened was an accident, no one could have known”

She looks up at him, her tears falling freely now.

“What happened?” She whispered out.

Satoru sighed, pushing his sunglasses to the top of his head.

“Him and Nanami went on an assignment. It was supposed to be a Grade One… but…”

“Special Grade…” (y/n) mumbled, eyes falling away from his, glazed over as she thought it over.

Her hand that wasn’t in his tangled in her sheets, fisting them tightly until her knuckles turned white.

“Did they exorcize it?” She asks, her voice dropping an octave.

Satoru shakes his head.

“Nanami brought Yu back as soon as it happened. They sent Suguru first thing this morning”

“It’s morning?”

“Almost seven” Satoru nods.

“It’s Friday” (y/n) confirmed, and he nodded again.

She nods back at him, the gears in her head turning.

She didn’t have to be at the Fushiguro house until tomorrow.

“Have you heard from Suguru since he left?” She asked.

When her eyes meet his again, there’s something there that he’d never seen before. Something cold, and calculating.

“Don’t even think about it” He told her before she could even suggest what she was thinking.

(y/n) releases his hand, shuffling off the bed, but as soon as she stands, he grabs her by the shoulders to stop her.

“I said don’t even think about it-”

“I’m going” She cuts him off, staring him directly in the eyes so he could see that there was nothing that could stop her.

“(y/n), Suguru will take care of it, you know that-”

“It has nothing to do with that,” She snaps back at him. “Yu was my friend. I cared about him- and- and now he’s gone and he’s not coming back and I can’t just sit here and-”

She’s getting choked up over her tears, and she raises her hands to violently wipe them from her eyes.

“I can’t just sit here and cry about it!” She wails.

She falters then. The tears spilling over her cheeks won’t stop flowing no matter how much she wipes them away, she’s sobbing now, her whole body trembling.

Before she can fight him, Satoru pulls her into his chest. She doesn’t put up a fight. She lets him hold her and she doesn’t hold back a single sob that wracks her body. He carefully sits them down on the edge of her bed, and she throws her arms around his neck as she continues to break down.

They sit together for quite some time. (y/n) doesn’t leave his arms. Satoru doesn’t let her go.

It’s a long day spent in the darkness of her room. He brings her food and a new box of tissues every few hours, but for the most part, sits with her while she lays in bed. Sometimes he holds her hand, sometimes he rubs her back. She falls asleep here and there, but never longer than half an hour.

When it’s well into the middle of the night, she calls to him.

He’s sitting in bed with his back to her headboard while she’d been laying on her side, faced away from him. But suddenly she turned over.

“Satoru?”

Her voice is strained, tired. Her throat was surely sore from her day of grief.

He looks away from the book he was reading, something he’d stolen off her shelf. Her eyes are sad, but no longer filled with tears, as she looks at him. He hums softly in response to her, his hand sliding down the mattress to find hers.

When her fingers weakly brush into his, she tangles them together, slotting her own through the spaces between his. His hand is warm, and comforting.

He’s warm and comforting.

“You’ll stay?” She murmurs, briefly looking from his eyes to his hand in hers, and then back up to his eyes. “Through the night?”

Satoru sets the book down in his lap, and now that it’s in her line of sight, she can see that he’s reading her copy of Charlotte’s Web. The smallest of smiles tugs on the edge of her lips. She had pulled it out of a box of old storage from her childhood just a week ago, having a newfound soft spot for the story after reading it cover to cover for the Fushiguro kids.

“Of course, sweetheart,” He tells her, and when she looks back up at him, she can see that he means it with every ounce of sincerity.

He picks the book up again, only to slide it onto her bedside table. She watches as he then throws back the covers, sliding his long legs under them, and then the rest of his body.

He’s eye to eye with her as his head hits the pillow, and she can’t bring herself not to stare at him.

They’re incredibly close, since her bed wasn’t exactly made for two people, but the nerves that she would normally feel having him so close to her that she could feel his soft breath on her lips is nowhere to be found.

In fact she smiles. It’s small, and her lips tremble in the slightest, but it’s a smile for him nonetheless.

Satoru squeezes her hand.

“I’ll stay as long as you’d like me to,” He tells her, his voice a hushed whisper. “I’ll stay until you force me to go”

She squeezes his hand back.

“Can I request one more thing?” She murmurs. He nods. “Would you read to me?”

He turns to reach for the book right away, double checking what it was he’d been mindlessly reading just moments ago.

“Charlotte’s Web?”

She nods.

“It’s grown to be a favorite of mine” She tells him.

“Then of course I will”

He rolls onto his back, and he lets go of her hand so that he can open the book, flipping back to the first page. Once he’s found a comfortable angle, he slides an arm around her shoulders, tucking her in close to him, to keep her comfortable, before he begins to read.

Satoru doesn’t even make it through the first chapter before (y/n’s) dozed off, her head resting on his shoulder, the rest of her body completely curled into his.

He finds himself getting tired shortly after as well. When he finally gives into the drowsy feeling, he places the book on her bedside table, and lays his sunglasses on top of it.

He forgets all about how he was supposed to be burying his feelings, he forgets about the stranger she’s been going out with, and all that’s on his mind as he falls asleep beside her is the hope that tomorrow will be a fresh start for her. He hopes that she’s able to work through her grief, and begin the journey to move past it tomorrow. He hopes that she’ll let him help her.

Satoru falls asleep listening to the soft, steady buzzing of her cursed energy beside him. It pulls him away like a lullaby.

___

xoxo - jordie

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Homestuck Is For Cat People

(page 928-941)

KITTEN UPDATE: Rose has picked up the kitten and is cradling it so gently.

The big development here is another APPEARIFIER, this one green (on theme with the lab) and perhaps a different model as it has this arcade cabinet setup instead of the big flat Playstation Portable that WV had (p.738). A coin-operated appearifier is a fun thought and I’m glad the idea was planted in the story, even if it didn’t come to pass.

This appearifier can be adjusted in time, but has been specifically locked onto Rose’s childhood cat Jaspers, who is apparently a Very Important Cat – there’s a special catlock symbol on the bottom of page 929. The funniest reveal is that Jaspers was always wearing a suit, and was fitted with a new one for the funeral, but not his first one.

And then we zoom out and see BABY ROSE. So small. Giant wet anime eyes way too big for her face. This is from Thursday September 7, 2000, and Rose was born in the winter of 95/96, so she’s 4 close to turning 5, and she is already a therapist and (according to unreliable present Rose) may have written the phrase ‘characteristically recalcitrant’ in a notepad.

Rose’s immediate instinct upon seeing this is to cause a time paradox. As though she doesn’t have enough problems already.

KITTEN UPDATE: The kitten is clinging to the trailing end of Rose’s scarf.

Rose creates a slime-cat just as WV creates a slime-pumpkin (p.752), and then we get a MASSIVE lore bombshell. This appearifier is connected to a slime chamber/DNA sequencer, automatically sucking up the paradox slime which contains the DNA of whatever was/wasn’t appearified. (I can confirm from Real Life that molecular biology sometimes involves slime).

If it’s working, the machine then creates a PARADOX CLONE; an actual, living, non-slime embryo of the creature which can most likely grow like any other creature of its species. This one isn’t quite working; the kitten nibbling the scarf is actually a very close copy but the two-headed version in a jar is a step backwards. These are, apparently, ‘unsuccessful attempts to perfect the science of ECTOBIOLOGY.’

‘Ectobiology’ is written in green in the narrative so we know it’s important. And it is a very green and slimy word. Maybe a word that could describe a kid wearing a green slime ghost shirt. John is (or wants to be) someone who clones creatures through appearification, sequencing, and synthesis. It’s… weirdly analogous to how alchemy works in Sburb. Appearifying the slime = dispensing the cruxite, a raw material to work on. Sequencing the DNA = carving the totem, encoding the specific data. And synthesizing a clone = alchemizing an object, creating something physical out of digital data. It actually seems really easy, and like it doesn’t require any actual biology knowledge. But how does John know about this science when we’ve never seen it mentioned outside this ominous underground lab? And does John have plans with this? Specific clones he’d like to create??

Jaspers ‘tells Rose a secret’ and again I am wondering if we are supposed to take this literally, if cat speech is possible via Skaia’s will or if this is a weird false memory of Rose’s. And then he’s appearified away, by someone who isn’t Rose at some point in the past/future. For exactly two weeks his location is hidden by static; then he returns battered, and then we get the Jaspers-centric animated page, something I wasn’t expecting for today but am thrilled to have.

KITTEN UPDATE: The kitten is blinking all four eyes in sequence, like a crowd doing the wave.

A funeral dirge filled with purrs and meows plays as we see Jaspers’ extravagant funeral (complete with Mom’s martini glass and what looks like a funeral lab coat?), time in the mausoleum, and journey to the lab and transportalization today to somewhere with a gray square-patterned carpet. I don’t think we’ve seen this specific carpet before, but we have seen some geometric gray carpets in Jade’s house (for example, p.914). This is intercut with moments of the new mutant kitten chewing on Rose’s scarf, rolling around, and being generally adorable. Surely Rose is falling in love with this kitten as much as I am.

Rose appearifies Jaspers back and with ‘all this sorted out’ (p.940) grabs both cats and transportalizes away to who knows where. I do not feel like anything is sorted out. I actually have nothing but questions. But I’m glad Rose is feeling good.

Thinking through all this. Someone – presumably Rose’s mom – has been trying and failing to specifically recreate Jaspers. We know that resurrecting Jaspers via Sburb is a big goal of Rose’s, even if she’s reluctant to admit it, so that’s a big parallel between these two characters who have a lot of distance and hostility. Rose was so young when Jaspers disappeared that losing him must have been a formative memory. Jaspers was likely Mom’s cat from before Rose was born; her cat plushies suggest she’s a cat lover in general. She might have been working on getting Jaspers back ever since the moment he disappeared. The question is, does she want him back for herself or for Rose?

It's also possible that this setup has been here even longer, and that Mom herself appearified Jaspers from Rose’s therapist couch that day. Maybe accidentally, and it had bad effects, and she’s been trying to create a new Jaspers ever since as an apology (a real Dr Frankenstein way to approach interpersonal relationships but GREAT characterization) or maybe on purpose for some more nefarious/experimental reasons, considering the ‘no accessible feed’ during the time between his disappearing from Rose’s side and reappearing at the river.

KITTEN UPDATE: The kitten has been PRETTY DECENTLY ESCAPALIZED along with Rose!

> Rose: Check for additional cats in your new surroundings.

#homestuck #reaction #i got a 100% on my first big school assignment!!!!#which counts 15% of my grade for the whole year!!!!#i literally didnt believe it when i saw the number i was like 'that cant be real'#only bad thing is i didnt get given any areas for improvement. which would have helped. but im not gonna complain abt this lmao #just glad im on track and able to handle the material :D #chrono

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heartririmuarchive · 2 years ago

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LUXIEM BOYS & READER ON THEIR PERIOD

pet names, gn afab reader. tw: blood mention & slightly suggestive content (shu and vox)

a/n: i just.. think they’re neat. this got super long bro LMAOOO. anyways periods suck ass hope y’all r well ily

Luca

— surprisingly (or unsurprisingly) very attentive and knowledgeable on what to do when your time of the month hits

— pads? tampons? he’d gotten those stocked up in bulk weeks in advance, don’t even worry babe. they come in all types of brands and even for specific needs (heavier flow, specific ones for overnight use, etc)

— he’s sending your favorite snacks and plushies of your favorite characters in a care package to your house in under an hour

— luca’s a good boy. he doesn’t get too upset if you need your space to deal with your pain, but he’s also one who wants to stay near you the entire time (something something overprotective puppy boy something something)

— also he’s got towels and such to put on the bed if you just wanna lay there and fight through your cramps that way

— heating pads? he’s got em. a warm water bottle? he’s also got that too! another way to warm up though is to just let him rest his hands against your tummy and hips, luca naturally runs very warm and it’s pretty soothing for your cramps

— stays with you as long as you need him to. he’ll be there to hold your hand and whisper comforting words as long as you need, mafia duties be damned because for the foreseeable week, luca is all yours

— “eh? work? don’t worry ‘bout that, i took the day off.. and maybe the rest of the week. you’re more important right now, alright? just relax, babe.”

Mysta

— he orders all the stuff you need via online, because he’d be too flustered to go out and buy them in person

— mysta knows what a period is and he understands the basics of it, however he does not like that it occurs monthly and he feels really bad that you have to experience it :(

— “seems kind of shit that your body wants you to have kids when you don’t want that. fuck periods, dude.”

— he cannot handle blood at all, he’d get so dizzy if he caught sight of it. if your relationship is still relatively new and you bleed onto the bed, you’re on your own for cleanup i’m sorry 😭

— he’s a sweet boy, really! it’s just he’s never really had to deal with that sort of thing before you?? it’s a new experience and it scares him sometimes

— if you want cuddles, then mysta is down 100%! anything you need to feel comfy and ease your pain he’ll do

— he runs naturally colder than others do, so if you need a heating pad he’ll get you a hot water bottle and other things like that instead.. but if you don’t mind his coolness then he’s all over you for some comforting snuggles

— when your cramps get so bad you cry he’s there to wipe your tears and hold you against him til they subside enough for you to move properly again

Ike

— ABSOLUTE KING! he takes care of everything like you legit do not even have to get up for most of the day bc he’s got you

— he brings any hygiene items you need to you directly, and he makes you food + warm drinks to soothe your cramps

— ike gets insanely flustered when buying pads or tampons for you, but he would do so anyways because he wants things to be as easy as possible for you

— HE READS TO YOU OMG!! he’d read some classic poetry or old children’s books.. something simple and soft toned that can put you to sleep

— he 110% refuses to let you do any work whilst you’re on your period. the pain is unbearable he’s sure, so you should rest instead of stressing yourself out with work!

— legit he does your work for you if it’s extremely pressing, ike would never allow you to work if you felt physically incapable

— “dearest, please. is it really that important for you to finish this document today? .. okay. let me see, i’ll finish it for you. go on and get some sleep, alright?”

— he makes sure to have an abundance of your favorite snacks and foods available for you whenever you want

— strokes your legs/hips to comfort you. he’s a touchy boy, but he doesn’t want to be overly affectionate just in case you don’t feel comfortable with being smothered

— also if you have mood swings or cry easily during your period, he’s the most equipped to deal w/ it

— like you start sobbing/tearing up, and ike is at your side IMMEDIATELY, cupping your face in his hands and wiping at your tears with his thumbs whilst cooing sweet words and shushing you

— “it’s alright, dearest. i know it’s uncomfortable, i’m sorry, i’ve got you. do you need anything? painkillers? on it.. you’ll have to let me go so i can grab them, though—”

Vox

— ough talk about being in good hands

— mans been alive for, well… forever? he knows a thing or two abt periods

— vox has stocked up on months worth of pads and tampons etc, all for your comfort

— he’s not super physical when you’re on your period unless you ask him to be? it’s not that he doesn’t want to touch you, it’s just that vox worries about causing you more pain somehow

— ^ illogical self deprecating thoughts about how he’s a demon and a monster, but he really can’t help it lol.. please reassure him that you want him to be near you :(

— he reads or sings to you if you’d like, his voice is such a big comfort ❤️ he could put you to sleep with it though so make sure you’re good to go for a small nap

— vox makes you anything you want to eat when you’re on your period btw, he likes spoiling you

— also like,, just a thought? imagine if he could smell your blood, so he realizes maybe a day or two before you actually start your period that it’s coming up

— (also you didn’t hear this from me but he gets kinda weirdly possessive of you when he smells your blood haha)

— he buys like an entirely new collection of plushies/pillows/soft things to sleep on? his mind basically goes “oh? body hurts? NESTING TIME”

Shu

— he somehow knows the schedule of your period better than you do? he tells you it’s because of “sorcerer magics” but you don’t know if you believe that

— he’s simultaneously insanely well prepared and completely caught off guard when it does happen though 💀

— pads? check. tampons? check. chocolate, your fave foods, comfort items? check check check

— however when you do start, shu’s calm and collected demeanor just shatters

— panic mode! baby boy is running around the flat, making sure everything is in order and that you’re as comfy cozy as physically possible!

— he’s not exactly experienced w periods? yk? so he’s nervy

— still, he’s super attentive like fuck 😭 he’s so sweet and gentle w/ you when you’re on your period that it’s kinda hot lmao

— shu’s naturally rather warm, his palms specifically are like heating pads

— imagine one of his hands just pressed firmly against your lower belly tho 😭 rubbing loving circles into your skin, being careful of his nails (fucking claws tbh). he’s not even meaning for it to be as suggestive of a gesture as it is,,,

— he gets flustered if you bring that to his attention.. he sorta laughs it off, even though his face is blazing and he’s avoiding eye contact

— “what?? nah, i’m just trying to help you with your cramps, i didn’t mean to make you feel like that or anything— but, if you uh.. need some help, then…?”

— just saying shu’s down to comfort you in any way that you want him to ;)

#x reader #fanfic x reader #nijisanji x reader #luxiem x you #luxiem x reader #nijisanji en x reader #tw periods #period tw #period fic #shu yamino x reader #ike eveland x reader #vox akuma x reader #luca kaneshiro x reader #mysta rias x reader

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literary-illuminati · 10 months ago

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2024 Book Review #14 – And Put Away Childish Things by Adrian Tchaikovsky

This book I basically came across by chance. Or, well, not exactly chance, but I’d never even heard of it before until I checked what Tchaikovsky books my local library system had copies of and saw it. Which in a sense is a terrible way to come into this – it’s an incredibly dramatic swerve from any of Tchaikovsky’s other stuff that I’ve read – but coming in totally blind pretty much worked, I think. Genuinely very fun read.

The story follows Harry Bodie, a children’s TV presenter facing down middle age with a career that’s never really lived up to expectations. Somewhat desperately, he signs on to a tabloid-ish program about digging into the family tree, hoping to use the residual fame of his grandmother and her fairly famous and successful series of postwar children’s fantasy novels as a career boost. Instead he gets his face rubbed in the fact that his great-grandmother is only recorded as an indigent madwoman, and the famous author was born in a sanitarium. That the famous Underhill stories were, in fact, based in large part on delusions told as childhood fables and family histories.

Somewhat unsurprisingly, the stories turn out to be less delusional than previously reported. Bodie is in quick succession accosted by a faun, approached by a suspicious PI, and kidnapped by a surprisingly moneyed fan-club-cum-occult-coven. Soon enough he’s getting his first taste of Underhill first hand – or, at least, what’s left of it after a century and change of economizing and entropy.

I’m on record as being fairly dismissive about the whole category of ‘stories about stories’, and I guess I need to eat my words a bit because I actually really enjoyed this. To an extent that’s probably just because it doesn’t get too meta – storyland is a work of deliberate artifice, the stories themselves don’t shape the world or do magic, it just generally never tries to get too cute or didactic about it – but still. This is a book where the hero at one point describes his situation as ‘Five Nights at Aslan’s’ so there’s no real principled distinction for me to cut here. One of the main characters is literally a folklorist.

Though, it’s less about stories than one specific story in particular. The unremarkable schlub plucked out of their mundane life and told that they’re special, that they’re the hero or the true heir and possess some inherent numinous essence that makes them the most important person in the world. This is a terribly appealing story, and one Harry feels the lure of very keenly – he’s self-aware enough to say quite clearly that he goes back to the frozen, decaying world full of half-dead monsters less out of morality or rationality than simply because it was a place where he mattered, for good or ill.

It’s probably not reading too deeply into the book’s themes to note that the story is a lure in a fairly literal sense, or that the true heir is destined to ��save’ the world by being hollowed out and possessed by those who came before them.

Of course as much as this is in conversation with Narnia et al, it owes at least as much to whole genre of ‘what is nostalgic children’s property, but fucked up?’ creepypasta. Fairyland is choked with fungal growths and creepy, staticy not-snow. The scampering, troublemaking faun is miserable and worn out with bad knees. The Best Of All Dogs is a rotting, terrifying hellhound. There’s even a titanic evil scary clown. Aesthetically the book owes far more to r/nosleep than Lewis Carroll.

Harry himself is an absolute delight as a main character. By which I mean he just sucks so bad, but in very mundane and endearing ways. Who among us can not relate on some level to a failing middle-aged actor who always made a point of not trading on his family name but is secretly pretty resentful it hasn’t helped him more? He refuses the call to adventure then decides his life’s kind of shit and he’d rather get stabbed to death by goblins, so he comes crawling back and begs for a second chance. He’s left a glowing magic sword that will defeat all enemies, but it’s stuck in the body of one of his kidnappers so he just runs screaming and it spends the rest of the book in an evidence locker somewhere. I love him.

I really have no idea to what degree it was intentional, but it also does rather muse me that – okay, you know the standard bit of feminist media analysis where male characters are the actors, while female characters are generally walking set decoration and plot devices? It really deeply amuses me that Harry spends the better part of the story as a magical blood bank getting led around or terrified and awaiting rescue, whereas Seitchman (our counterfeit PI/folklorist) repeatedly forces herself into things through obsessive research skills and a complete disregard for her own safety (and at one point an enthusiastic if unpracticed willingness to sword people). Though to be clear this was mostly amusing to me because it was absolutely never highlighted or commented upon.

This is probably the first book I’ve read that’s recent enough to be set during lockdown without really being a COVID novel, if that makes sense? You could set this the year before or the year after without really losing much, and it lacks the ‘this was written in quarantine’ vibe of a lot of books I read last year. But it definitely adds a sense of specificity and timeliness to it that I rather enjoyed.

So yeah, do not open it expecting anything like Children of Time, but good book!

#book review #and put away childish things #adrian tchaikovsky #sff #urban fantasy #novella

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oldwritingm · 1 year ago

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hi, can i rq the south park main four with a reader who has a phobia of hospital please? ik its kind of oddly specific lol

For sure!

South Park - Main Four When You’re Afraid of Hospitals

Stan

He’s not the biggest fan of hospitals either

While this is nice when you’re looking for someone who knows what you’re feeling, it’s not so nice when you’re actually in the hospital

He’s just as nervous as you; he’s not going to be much help

“Oh my gosh, that needle is huge…”

“Stan! Not helping!!”

He’ll hold your hand though (as much to comfort himself as to comfort you)

He also won’t let his own fear prevent him from forcing you to go if he needs to

“Y/n, I know it sucks, but we really should go.”

You can tell that he doesn’t want to go either

That compels you to comply in a weird way

Like, you know that you won’t be the only one that’s not happy to be there

When you leave you both go straight home to recover

You just hold each other tight, not speaking, just trying to process and forget the entire experience

Eventually one of you will decide you’re over it, and you’ll suggest doing some leisurely activity

Or having a snack together :)

You’ll share a knowing look, and that’s the most you’re going to communicate about it

Honestly you both just want to forget it though, so that’s not necessarily a bad thing

Kyle

Understands that you’re afraid, but does not sympathize

He’s very brash when convincing you to go

“I know you’re scared, but you know what’s more scary? The stuff that’ll happen to you if you don’t get checked out.”

As much as you try to argue, he’s not budging

Your safety is more important to him than your happiness in such moments

He’ll literally pick you up bridal style if you’re too stubborn

Once you actually get there, he’ll attempt to comfort you as much as he can

Mainly in the form of watching YouTube on his phone with you

This is one of the rare occasions he’ll let you pick what to watch without complaints

Even if you pick something he hates, he’ll let you have your way

Anything to keep you from panicking

When you leave he makes sure to reward you with a treat

Whether that’s a meal from your favorite fast food restaurant or a new plushie, he’s willing to get it for you

Partly because he doesn’t want you to stay mad at him for making you go to the hospital

Cuddles are also an option if you’re not too upset with him

Kenny

He’s very worried about you the whole time

From the moment you got hurt, he insisted you go to the hospital, but when he realized how scared you were of the place, his worry only increased

When you first arrived he wouldn’t stop talking

“Are you panicking? Is the bed soft enough? What can I do to help?”

“Kenny! Just… chill. You’re freaking me out even more.”

He claps his hand dramatically over his mouth as an “I’ll shut up now” gesture

That makes you giggle a little

He’ll try to keep amusing you to keep your mind off the situation

Showing you memes, telling stories, sharing his favorite dirty jokes, every trick he knows to get you to smile

Even when the doctors were in the room, he was making stupid faces

You had to bite your tongue to stop from laughing

When you leave, he’s way too eager to be able to hold you again

Or, if you’re staying for more than a “quick” visit, he’ll climb into the bed with you to snuggle

He makes sure to let you know how brave he thinks you are all the while

Cartman

He forced you to go under the excuse:

“Why are you afraid? What’s the worst that could happen? Besides dying, I mean.”

“That’s exactly why I’m afraid, idiot!”

He literally dragged you halfway there by the wrist

If you’re particularly stubborn he’ll throw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes

Once there, though, he unintentionally comforts you by being a dufus

Definitely goes through all the cabinets and plays with absolutely everything

“How many of these cotton balls do you think I could fit in my mouth?”

And he doesn’t even stop when the doctor walks in

“If you held the stethoscope up to my ear, would you be able to hear the song stuck in my head?”

You’re the one who has to tell him to cut it out and let the doctor do their job

Honestly, you mostly did it so that you wouldn’t burst out laughing

His blatantly idiotic behavior keeps you amused long enough that the anxiety doesn’t settle in

When you leave, he insists on going out for food

You’ll get takeout and eat at home with the TV on :)

Cartman’s ready to put the whole “boring” ordeal behind him, but you’ll never forget the confounding idiocy you saw in that hospital room

Hope you enjoyed! Thank you for the request, and thanks for reading! Have a good one duckies <33

(divider by saradika)

#south park #south park headcanons #south park x reader #eric cartman #eric cartman x reader #cartman x reader #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #stan x reader #kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle x reader #kenny mccormick #kenny mcormick x reader #kenny x reader

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astro-duck · 1 year ago

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The finale of DuckTales is deeply flawed

I don’t know if I’m alone in thinking this, but I’ve always wanted to explain this to someone.

It’s not all bad. It’s actually an enjoyable watch, it’s fun and charming like most episodes are. The animation is incredible, even more so then it usually is, there’s lots of great moments that are really beautiful. I also enjoy a fair few of the plot moments, the one that stands out most to me is Scrooge immediately surrendering to Bradford the second he threatens to kill Donald, saying “it’s not worth the risk.” Really, all of Bradford’s eventual surrender to petty villainy is well done.

I will likely end up making a post talking more in-depth about why the finale is great, but that is not this post. This post is strictly about the flaws in the plot of the finale.

A few important notes:

I am not a genius media critic, I’m an asshole on Tumblr. This is entirely my opinion and if you love this episode/this one is your favorite I am genuinely happy for you. I understand that it can suck to have someone criticize your favorite piece of media, and if you don’t want to hear this then I don’t want you to hear it either. (/gen)

I, as a person, am very resistant to change. I find it difficult to cope with extreme changes to form in the media I love. I tried to look at this from a non-biased perspective, and I think I did a good enough job, but I’m sure my personal bias slipped through the cracks very frequently.

The very final episode made me cry, despite all this. I cried because the end credits were so sweet and I cried because it was over. I was watching the end credits and I cried. So, that’s something.

I will refer to the three part finale as “The episode” throughout, because this is the easiest way for me to understand it. I will specify if I am talking about a specific part, but for the most time it is just “This Episode” or “The finale”

Actual Episode Criticism:

I think May and June were a terrible idea. I think that the reveal that Webby is a F.O.W.L clone of Scrooge was also a terrible idea. I think the episode has too many plot twists and characters thrown in and it means hardly anything truly meaningful happens.

I believe that May and June were a harmful addition to the finale and the overall canon of the show. Strictly speaking from a finale perspective, they are completely new characters who take up a large portion of the finale of a show, especially in the first part. The episode should not have centered around new characters, but instead been a grand final adventure with the existing characters all having their moments, but especially showcasing the McDucks.

They divert so much of the time of the episode away from other characters that nobody else really gets to shine. Huey, Dewey and Louie sort of get replaced by Webby, May and June. They feel like the new triplets because it’s literally Webby and two clones of her. However, instead of being three distinct personalities, they’re all just literally clones of Webby, personality and all. I have nothing against Webby, but I don’t think having three of her running around taking up 60% of screen time in the finale was good.

The “Webby is a Scrooge Clone” thing is dumb as hell. Especially because Webby calls Scrooge “Dad” at the end of the end of the episode. I’ll get in to this more in a second, but it sort of shits on the message that family isn’t blood. I don’t think Webby needs to see Scrooge as a father. It also doesn’t make sense that they made her a girl, even though trans Scrooge/Webby is a good thought, it’s not canonical.

This is also another twist that they shouldn’t have thrown in last second, because it’s such a large idea to flesh-out. I’m glad they kept it for the finale though, strictly because I would not have enjoyed the arc of Scrooge and Webby being Father/Daughter. Especially because it doesn’t make sense, like if May and June are “sisters” to Webby and they’re clones of her, wouldn’t Scrooge be more like a brother? At least save Webby calling him “Uncle Scrooge” for this grand moment at the end, if you’re going to go to this terrible twist.

These two plots shit directly on the face of whatever message the show was saying up to that point, that “Family is just the people who love you.” Because when May and June show up, Webby immediately begins calling them her sisters because they have the same blood as her. She goes directly against the wishes of the people who, up to that point, were her actual family. Just for two girls who are F.O.W.L spies and who she doesn’t know.

Webby being genetically identical to Scrooge also flies in the face of this a little, because it makes it so that the Papyrus appearing to her, and Webby and Scrooge being family, arguable as being because they are genetically related. This is not the point the show is trying to make, but it still is an argument to be made. Why do they have to be biologically related at all? Why can’t they just be family?

Especially because this show had, for a while, done such a good job portraying non-standard family dynamics. An uncle raising his sister’s kids? A grandmother raising her (adopted) granddaughter? Both in non-standard environments? We don’t often see things like this casually portrayed. But with the return of Della and the Dad-ification of Scrooge it almost feels like they’re saying families aren’t complete without a mom or a dad. Even though they aren’t saying that, it’s still there.

Gosh this post is getting long. Last thing, nobody gets any screen time. So many characters are in this episode, and they had 60 minutes to use them all, but so much of it was dedicated to Webby, May and June that it’s nearly impossible for anybody else to get a complete arc. Webby and Huey are separated from the rest of the McDucks for a while, which would be fine except they don’t even really get a proper reunion. Webby doesn’t get one at all, and Huey gets a quick “I’m so happy to see you, I used your book to find you.” Before they are immediately captured again. Most of the cast actually spends a large portion of the part just before the climax in cells, not being a part of the action.

I mean, Gyro has a few references yo feeling like he’s “losing his touch” before it’s never a big deal again. Della is mad that Donald is leaving but they don’t ever talk about it and then Della just decides it’s okay. Donald never interacts with May and June before deciding to take them on his boat with Daisy. B.O.Y.D, Goaslyn, Violet and Lena don’t really do anything at all, except for B.O.Y.D and Lena having some plot point that no one else really would have been able to do (Reprogramming the Gizmoduck armor and making the ship invisible.) I think that the addition of these characters feels forced, when they should have been a natural addition to a grand adventure finale.

Overall:

May and June are unnecessary and hinder the other characters relationships and I don’t think Webby should be genetically related to Scrooge because then it feels less like “Found Family”. I think nobody gets enough screen time except Webby and her clones, but I don’t think they should have been the focus of the episode.

I’m sorry this post was so long, remember that I don’t hate watching this episode. I just think that the finale of my favorite cartoon should have been handled better.

#ducktales 2017 #the last adventure #episode review #ducktales #please don’t take this too seriously I just have been thinking about this for a while #I won’t tag every character but I will tag:#may duck #june duck #webby vanderquack #because this is mostly about them #one thing that has always bothered me was that Dewey and Louie don’t open with ‘Huey is missing’ when talking to Della and Donald #but it’s because this episode is about Webby so they have to bring her up first #no hate to Webby but she should not have been the central focus #especially if the moral was going to come across as ‘actually genetics to matter a little’#I’m sorry about this

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ryuichirou · 2 months ago

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New week! Some replies related to recent posts.

Anonymous asked:

Do you happen to have an archiveofourown account? I would LOVE to read any stories you have on your aus --coughs Azul Idia marriage au--

Hehe I’m glad you’re interested in our aus and this au in particular, Anon!! <3 Super happy to hear that.

But unfortunately, the only information on any of our aus is posted here under the tag. We don’t really write them as fanfics, and the stories mostly exist in our heads, with me drawing comics with certain scenes every now and then… anything other than that just requires too much work and dedication. I’d love to make a doujin out of it one day though :”)

Katsu does have an ao3 acc! But almost never uses it, and there’s nothing about our aus there.

Anonymous asked:

Ahh! I just saw your latest FemRook/Vil sketch and muah! chef kiss ! even your sketches are fabulous! You post a lot of that particular night with the dresses/formalwear is there a story going on there or? Does our huntress/hunter just loves to shower Vil in love regardless of what they wearing

(this is about a sketch in the 🔑🔞 acc)

Thank you so much, Anon!! I am very happy you liked it! <3

All of the sketches with them in these outfits are definitely supposed to represent one specific night; I just had a bunch of horny ideas and kept coming back to draw them every now and then lol There isn’t much of a story though: Rook accompanied Vil to some fancy ceremony, both looking elegant and proper, but then things went the way they usually do with these two lol

But the huntress really does shower Vil in love no matter the outfit <3

Now, a couple of asks about the suckers comic….

Anonymous asked:

finally putting some respect on the service and hard work the bottoms provide

Yes! Well-deserved treatment, finally, after all this disrespect.

Anonymous asked:

Love that Vil is not even denying it but is more worried about his reputation.... And how do they know who is the best sucker among them?

As much as I love Idia, those teeth are pointy. He must have lots of practice to be safe

Vil knows he isn’t fooling anyone, I think it’s an open secret that he is the most experienced one… at least in this particular group. Mostly because he is the only one who doesn’t hide that he is into men + kind of has a boyfriend… Like all of it is true but you shouldn’t imply it openly like that! His reputation! 😭

Yeah I don’t think Idia would be upset to learn that he is the least likely to be trusted with a dick to suck lol Despite the fact that I draw him in all kinds of sexual situations, I don’t think he is much of a sucker…

Anonymous asked:

OMG HAHAAH THAT BEST SUCKER AWARD IS SO FUNNY

also specially cause all the characters in that team are in the list of your BOTTOMS lmao

💚

This was such a hilarious coincidence, Anon lol When they showed this group, I said “oh no” out loud because there is no way this isn’t going to be a disaster. And indeed it was…

I can’t believe these four bitches had zero actual progress with their task and instead spent god knows how many hours arguing about who is the biggest sucker out of all of them 😭

A couple of asks related to dark hcs lists posted this weekend!

Anonymous asked:

No one but Lilia knows about it because to Lilia it was an “oops, maybe they won’t notice” moment.

This feels horrifyingly canon. Maybe not with sex per se, but with him doing something to Malleus/Silver/Sebek that ended up really affecting them and that being his reaction.

Yeah, he at least witnessed some of the things that he should’ve paid more attention to but brushed it off either because he didn’t really know how important it was or because he didn’t really feel like doing something about it… Of course, he is a caring guardian and all, but Lilia has his moments of questionable judgment.

Anonymous asked:

ahh you know what i can also see ace hiding deuce away by convincing him he’s just useless without him, and he’s better off at home letting ace take care of him. at least he’s decent at keeping house and helping ace unwind usually with blowjobs almost like a good house wife husband

Yeah, exactly! With how hopeful and hardworking Deuce is, it’s so heartbreaking seeing him losing his determination and accepting this fate… so deliciously depressing <3 All the things that Ace would say would piss Deuce off at first, but after some time, he’d really start believing him. Or maybe he believed it all along and was just in denial about it?

Anyways, Ace knows how to get under his skin…

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aleximology · 3 months ago

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seven forms of love posted under #mikhail , #caelum #octavios

How do they feel about public displays of romantic affection? Does it make them uncomfortable? How do they feel if a romantic partner kisses them in public?

OCTAVIOS. he’s the type to initiate it, but nothing too chaste! Innocent kisses and hand holding makes him nervous, as he does have a reputation to uphold… so often physical affections in public remain promiscuous.

CAELUM. no, absolutely not. He’s the type to throw a pouting fit if you do it in front of people, even worse if you do it in front of important figures..!

MIKHAIL. oh he loves it. It makes him feel loved, and makes everyone else know that he is loved. Everyone shut up! His beloved is kissing him. He needs absolute silence for this!!!

What qualities does your OC most value in a friend? Loyalty? Shared sense of humor? Or something else?

OCTAVIOS. Respect for privacy. If you can’t respect his boundaries and what he doesn’t wish to tell or show, you’re out.

CAELUM. Honesty. As someone who is constantly sucked up too, or lied about, he values someone who can tell him how it is, what he needs to work on, etc).

MIKHAIL. Loyalty, absolutely loyalty all the way. If you aren’t loyal to him, then he has no need for you. Loyalty is what he values the most overall.

Is your OC particularly skilled at flirting? Have they had to practice this or does it just happen naturally?

OCTAVIOS. He’s a natural at seduction, fuck he does it by accident at clubs and parties. He’s an absolute incubus!

CAELUM. He practices in front of a mirror… and still somehow ends up fumbling… he’s just not made for it, the poor guy!

MIKHAIL. He’s a natural with sweet words! But execution is a different story… he’s not so good at that part.

How does your OC feel about one night stands? Have they ever enjoyed a night of passionate romance with a stranger? Is this something they are quite keen on recreationally? Or only something they might engage in under specific circumstances (such as the eve of a battle or after a difficult breakup)?

OCTAVIOS. Octavios has a one night stand every second day atp, sex is one of his stress relievers so its quite often he’s caught fucking around (literally).

CAELUM. not at ALL! He’s the type to wait until marriage before engaging in physical romance. He has extreme sexual insecurity

MIKHAIL. not so often, he only really does it if he gets something good out of it. It’s more of a manipulation technique than anything else.

What seduction techniques are most likely to be effective when it comes to your OC? Are there some things guaranteed to get them going? Or are they immune to such things?

OCTAVIOS. really fucked, but a good chase gets him going. Positions on where the other is weaker , or at a disadvantage really makes his stomach stir! This is a general turn on really.

CAELUM. oh he’s so easy to get going it's kind of embarrassing… adjust yourself on his lap or kiss him in the right spot and he’s already asking to leave and recollect himself.

MIKHAIL. Mikhail's sex drive is at an all time low, it is pretty much impossible to turn him on, your best bet is to avoid the seduction and just get straight to the point.

Which of your OC's qualities makes them the most proud? Do they think more people should be like them in this regard? Or do they quite like being rare in possessing it?

OCTAVIOS. A sense of justice. He dislikes this part of humanity, as their drive of justice is very skewered, they’d send anyone off to their death just because they look funny and octavios surprisingly enough doesn’t believe in this.

MIKHAIL. his apathy. He doesn’t realize what is wrong with it, but he believes that being hung up on things and people are weak and drag you down. He’s a hypocrite though, because he also cares far too much, despite believing otherwise.

#* ˖ eat my heart ╱ misc ocs

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rolaplayor101 · 11 months ago

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So I've just read your post "A Silent Voice Aspec Analysis" and I am so happy but I wanted to ask is...how exactly is Shoya from OAA rep? Could you direct me to all instances which made you think that he is? Thank you in advance!

9/13/22

So it’s been a year and a half since I got this ask and I’m only now answering it— I think about this ask a lot, and it’s not that I don’t want to answer it, it’s that I was waiting for the right time. I wanted to answer it during either asexual awareness week or Arospec awareness week last year or even the year before, but either because I forgot or because I procrastinated it, I never got to it. Now it's ASAW 2024, and I have finally decided to lay down and write this essay, so here we go:

There’s a few points I want to discuss, but in respect for the reader’s time, I will lay them all out right here as a tl;dr before I write them all out thoroughly.

Shoya shows himself to be both repulsed by romance and sexuality as soon as it is pointed towards him. This presents itself in his dialogue, his facial expressions, and his thoughts throughout A Silent Voice.

Shoya often is seen blushing in most instances, whether he’s with Shoko or not, of if he’s embarrassed or upset or neutral. With this point, I think it’s poignant to say he has rosacea.

Shoya himself says multiple times that he is not interested in Shoko, who is his main concern for all of the manga.

The way other characters in A Silent Voice show attraction is completely different from anything Shoya ever does.

The movie changes certain aspects of the manga to get the overall point across and stick to the most important plot lines. One of the things that it changes is literally all the scenes where the other characters assume Shoya likes Shoko romantically, unless it specifically pertains to Shoko’s side of the story, the character who DOES have romantic feelings in this pair for the other.

Shoya shows his immense dislike for romance and sex a variety of times, as aforementioned, but does seem to enjoy physical, sensual touch, including holding hands, and, secondly, the only time he feels jealousy in reference to other people's relationships is not when he thinks Shoko is dating someone, but when he sees her getting closer platonically with other people(Sahara).

The entire story is about Shoya trying to redeem himself for past deeds, and learning what friendship is. Romance only ever ties in when it’s related to other people that aren’t him.

This might have to be split into multiple posts because I have a lot of manga panels to use as reference. First, let’s start at the beginning. On the very first page of chapter one, we are immediately met by Shoya experiencing allonormativity and looking extremely annoyed. As soon as he hears the word “boyfriend” he is amiss, as is implied by the boldness of the word boyfriend. He immediately informs them that he’s not her boyfriend, with a sweating face, and balling in on himself, a thing he does multiple times to show he’s uncomfortable and anxious, while also always having the four little blush marks under his eyes as a character design choice, not a proof of attraction.

In fact, one of the first things we learn about Shoya is that he doesn’t like girls, next to the fact that he’s not supposed to jump into the River, he doesn’t like his mom’s nickname for him, and that he has a sister whose boyfriend sucks, because he can’t “play with them”. Crushing on one doesn’t even cross his mind, but it does for everyone else he interacts with in his class:

“isn’t that great, Ishida?” Naoka asks in response to learning that the new transfer student is a girl.

“Huh? I don’t give a crap!!” He replies, his expression one of genuine confusion and annoyance, with his eyebrows furrowed downwards and his pupils small, mouth low on his face without a hint of a smile or blush.

Shortly after we have a montage of him bullying Shoko along with his friends, we are met with his first instance of romance repulsion at a young age:

Amongst being touched— holding hands with a girl— he does not blush or smile, neither does flowers appear around him in thematic fashion of romantic attraction; instead, he looks angry, his brows furrowing, even the lines of rosacea on his face disappearing to show him paling in disgust. The next panel with his face shows him grimacing, a shadow falling over his eyes and bags appearing under his eyes with sweat pouring down his face. He is not enjoying the physical touch from her. Finally, as he whips his arm away, a blush appears on his face, but only as he hears his friends behind him laughing at him. He’s embarrassed and angry. We get the second bout of amatonormativity from his friends:

He’s blushing, but not from attraction, like his friends joke, but in embarrassment. The next scene shows Ishida saying a word that appears over and over from here on, and the dialogue is, “she’s creepin’ me out” as he walks away with Kazu and Hirose. We will get back to that.

This is only the beginning of Shoya’s journey through navigating allonormativity and deconstructing what friendship means to him. His “friends” aren’t good ones, for sure, and this comes up as a theme throughout. In fact, the allonormativity keeps on even til the end, but I’ll expand on that later, as well. Skip only a 20 pages later, and you’ll see this little scene:

Here, Shoya actively reveals his repulsion towards romance once again by even just being around a place where people go on dates often, and gets angry and upset. Now, it is a common trope for children in tv to hate romance and be seen to grow out of it, as if it’s childish to see it as disgusting and unlikeable, but, in Shoya’s case, even as time passes, he continues to share these feelings, although more quietly, with his elementary school self. Even here, when he’s all scratched up, you can see the blush on his face when he notices Shoko seeing him, but again, this blush, in context, doesn’t seem to be one of attraction, but of embarrassment. In context, he’d just been pushed around by his ex-friends, and chastised by his mom, and has now been seen kicking a wall. There’s no romantic tension or reasoning to this scene for it to be a blush of romantic attraction on his face.

Time skip to him in his teen years, senior year, in chapter 5:

He’s being a bit dramatic by the end, but even so, in the beginning, it’s obvious that his thoughts are his own. In the ten year anniversary edition, his dialogue is, “And you butt-ugly bastards, stop talking about dating. It makes me sick.” This change in dialogue leaves out the “it doesn’t suit you” which can change the connotation a little bit. It changes the meaning from, “You acting like you can date the way you are is creepy” to “just talking about romance at all is gross to me”. And then, sexually, it’s also the same. It’s not only romance, but sex that also creeps him out. “That goes for you too.” (These are also taken out of the movie, because it’s once again not relevant, and also makes Shoya more palpable as a character you can be sorry for. His comments here do sound a lot like endorsing rape culture in a victim blaming kind of way). Then there’s this little nugget a few pages after:

“Apparently, there are some things in this world you just can’t attain. The moment I realized that, my future became clear.”

One of the noticeable things he “can’t attain” is a girl or boy to be in a relationship with in high school. That, or if you look at it in things he can’t be a part of, like, say, being in the class photo, or getting into college, or being In a group of friends, or having a full head of hair, etc., it’s also possible to view the scene of him walking past the couple as him not being able to avoid seeing couples, as all the other things he is actively working towards or interacting with/looking at. As in, “I won’t be able to be in the class photo, I won’t be able to avoid couples, I won’t be able to go to college, I won’t be able to make friends”, or, “I won’t be able to be in a relationship” whether that being because no one wants him or because he himself doesn’t want to be in one despite everyone else in school wanting it so badly, due to the allonormativity he’s experienced convincing him that’s the case.

After this scene, we are back in media rez, where he just denied being her boyfriend. In that context, he just the other day thought about romance being something he either can’t attain because he doesn’t want it, or can’t get it, and when these aunties call him Shoko’s boyfriend, he shows a rather plain disgust and discomfort with it, implying that it’s something he doesn’t want, instead of can’t get.

Then we get this legendary scene: ”Nishimiya…could you…and me..be friends?”

He has a blush here that is unlike the usual four lines we see on his cheeks under his eyes; this one is further into his cheekbones, and it's not from anger or embarrassment, but rather from a shyness. And this shyness doesn’t come from romantic feelings, but for platonic feelings. His words inform the expression, that he wants a friendship with her. And then this happens:

His expression changes instantly. It’s not necessarily one of disgust, but of panic, of discomfort. He’s still blushing, but he’s sweating now, just like before, in elementary school, and he can also hear the ladies in the back making comments just like his friends from before. He’s not angry, as his brows are raised instead of furrowed, but he’s deeply unsettled.

In this next set of panels, Shoko notices the ladies and pulls away, and Shoya’s face is a bit different and more comical. He’s still sweating and blushing, but his mouth is open wider as if to say something, and his hand is limp. When she pulls back. There’s a spark that’s closer to her than it is to him, which I think symbolizes a sudden awareness on her part rather than his. He also looks a bit happier that she let go, with only one sweat drop on his face instead of multiple. His brows are also more relaxed, and his mouth jaw is closing slightly. This is presumably how Shoko is seeing him in this moment.

And when someone interrupts, presumably one of the women who were laughing at him, he gets all stiff again and his blush mostly disappears. Then the panels start being viewed from either Shoya’s side or from his perspective again. Fast forward to when they’re feeding bread to fish a few minutes later.

He blushes at the thought that he’s having a normal friendly conversation with Shoko, the girl he used to hate, not just “a girl” or “a person my age that’s a girl for the first time since I hit puberty”. He’s not blushing at a romantic encounter or moment, but that he’s making a friend, he’s nervous that he has zits in his face, not because he thinks she’s pretty or something like that, that doesn’t even cross his mind, but that he can have a positive relationship with someone who isn't in his family or someone he works with. And someone he ruthlessly bullied five or six years ago.

Another example of his Asexuality comes right after this, when they both jump into the water under the bridge to rescue Shoko’s old notebook. He accidentally looks up and sees her skirt lifted, but he immediately closes his eye and looks down again without a blush on his face, and immediately focuses back in on finding the notebook without even a moment to get his bearings. It doesn’t bother him at all.

sorry about the bad quality, i had to take this picture for the sake of time instead of finding it online.

The next chapter features the biggest theme of the entire manga and anime besides redemption:

This is brought up again once Shoya meets Yuzuru, who wants to keep him away from Shoko. Yuzuru asks, “Are you really her friend?” And it brings about this entire thought process for Shoya, again and again, in the series. And then he meets Nagatsuka:

This is an example of my second point: Shoya’s blushing. A lot of “evidence” people give for Shoya liking Shoko is that he blushes around her a lot. This is a false equivalence, for Shoya blushes all the time and for anyone and any reason. Here, Nagatsuka does something extraordinarily nice to him for no reason, and he blushes, his confusion evident in the furrow of his brow and him asking, “Why’d you do all that for me?” In the 10th anniversary edition. Nagatsuka’s friendship from here on causes him to blush just as much as Shoko, and it doesn’t stop there. Later in the series when he befriends Miki, he’s also seen blushing around her, and not only that, but there are symbols seen around characters all the time to forward the notion of different points of view within a panel.

Image 1: Blush blush blush~ all of this at the notion of friendship, a complete turn around from whenever anyone mentions romance or sex around him. He’s forming connections with people for the first time since middle school, or even elementary school, to further Point 7. His need for platonic relationships greatly overshadows any hint of romance that is ever brought up, especially with Shoko.

Image 2: Miki sees herself as cute, which is why the bubbles appear around her, signaling a slight pov change. Shoya himself never shows any interest in Miki, nor Miki for him, and it especially shows in this scene with his expression and his thoughts not at all aiming towards her. And when Miki says Mashiba is handsome, a particularly aesthetic, romantic, or sexual form of attraction, this is something Shoya doesn’t even notice; yet, when she says Mashiba wants to be his friend, his eyes go wide with sudden interest. His disinterest towards romance and sex also take into account men, as well.

Image 3: once again, Miki has bubbles around her, but this is not Shoya’s pov until the next panel. This is a good example of background and environmental symbolism not necessarily reflecting on Shoya’s own thoughts and feelings, but those around him.

If we go to the movie, in image 1, this scene is shown with Shoya and Nagatsuka doing a secret handshake, which has a lingering touch between them that doesn’t make Shoya uncomfortable like Shoko’s attempt at handshakes/handholding does, and it’s in the midst of a conversation about friendship, in contrast to how the ladies from sign class assumed it to be a romantic thing with Shoko and Shoya. And speaking of, shortly after image 1, we run into them again:

Once again, the blush appears, but his brows furrow and he has a frown on his face that shows his discomfort, along with the sweat. He runs away because he’s embarrassed, not because there’s any truth to what they’re saying. This bring us again to point 3: Shoya points out multiple times that he does not like Shoko romantically. For the sake of convenience, I’ll add the rest of the times that he does this, and the chapters, to show that he doesn’t change his mind even by the end of the manga.

chapter 15

Chapter 20 (genuine confusion, doesn’t see it as romantic in the slightest, regular rosacea blush on his face. Pure amatonormativity and relationship hierarchy)

chapter 21

chapter 40 (this one needs further explaining but I’ll do it in the next post)

chapter 41

chapter 61 (til the very end, the literal second to last chapter, his friend is being allonormative while he’s perfectly happy and blushing at his friendship with Shoko. His expression holds a seriousness that implies it’s not a joke on his part, as well as the excited look he has as he gets an answer to the question)

Since I can only post 30 picture at a time on tumblr, I’ll stop the post right here and finish on a reblog some day. Yes, I know about the interviews with the author, and yes, I’ll supply those in due time as well.

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duusheen · 3 months ago

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Hi! So I’ve been following the Pollock legacy since the start & I absolutely love your way of storytelling/gameplay! I’ve always been curious if you follow a specific legacy challenge or if it’s all randomized for each gen? I’ve been wanting to get into a legacy myself but I completely suck at storytelling. So any tips/advicr? Love your blog!!

heyaa!! First of all, omg thank you so much! I really appreciate your kind words 😳 and thanks too for sticking around from the very beginning lol 6 generations of Pollock… wow 😫

aaanyway! this is kinda long so ☝🏽🤓

Ngl it took me a while to figure out how I wanted to tell my sims’ story because I’d probably wither away and die from stress if I had to do 100% storytelling (I truly admire those who can seriously), and I’d most likely get bored if I went full-on 100% gameplay simmer. This balance works for me, half storytelling, half actually playing the game (because, let’s be honest, if you don’t create a story in your head, this game sucks)

So that brings me to the following tips:

Create a story! Give your Sim context, build a backstory in your head—their origins, their childhood, their personality. Even if you can’t or don’t want to write it down or showcase it in gameplay, it’ll help you connect with that Sim, who you know so well. You know their flaws, strengths, and secrets (even the dirty ones 😳)

Tell your story! Whether through gameplay, storytelling, poses, animations, random facts—whatever you’re comfortable with! It doesn’t have to be 100% one way or the other. Go wild! It’s your story, and you tell it however you want.

Look for inspiration! Other challenges, simmers, movies, TV shows… even your own chaotic life(?. Whatever works. This will help keep you from getting stuck and keep things interesting. You can also ask for help from the people here. (I promise they’re all very kind and willing to throw ideas your way if you need them!)

The most important thing: It sounds cliché, but have fun! If you’re not enjoying it, you won’t want to stick with it, so try to have a good time, do whatever you want, and enjoy it!

Try everything. Not all players like to follow a challenge strictly. Some prefer more flexibility with the rules, while others need clear objectives to play. It all depends on your playstyle and what you feel comfortable doing.

Ask (respectfully) for a Sim! If you’re not feeling attached to your own Sims, you can always ask one of your mutuals to make you one. I love playing with Sims that others have created, knowing they put love, dedication, and time into them (sometimes, if you’re lucky, they’ll even give you a backstory to work with), motivates you to give them the best Sim life possible!

Now in my case, for example, I started doing the Globetrotter Challenge (just kidding, I started with the Human Enough challenge, but shh). I made Wilde, took him all around the sim world, and at some point during the challenge, I grew attached to him. He had a personality, likes (he had a boyfriend someone made for me, my first friend in the community), and it felt wrong to just leave him forgotten in a save file. So I kept playing. Now, I’m not following any specific challenges or rules (except the ones I make myself), though I have a Jiminy Cricket in my DMs with whom I conspire every day to make life miserable for my sims (and hers lol)

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awhoreintheory · 5 months ago

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Welcome to the Circus

check tags / ch1 / here / ch3 / ch4 /

ao3

The computers in the library were big and clunky, and honestly reminded Peter of the computers from his elementary school. Different brand, though.

Peter pursed his lips, because… How is that name pronounced? Wayne? Like… Like Kanye? With a “W”? Way-an-ae? This is a terrible name. Why doesn’t this place have any Stark computers? They are way more efficient, plus a bunch of the older models just went on a huge sale.

Peter sighed, going to run his hand through his hair, but was immediately caught in all the tangles. He grimaced. He’ll definitely need to find somewhere to shower— and a change of clothes. And some shoes. Peter swallowed his groan of annoyance. While hygiene was, in fact, very important, Peter needed to figure out where specifically in Jersey he was first, and then where the hell Doctor Strange was. And then get Karen back up and online.

Peter fidgeted anxiously as the computer booted up, the outdated fan spinning with all its might. Peter twitched at the squeak, the sound of someone grinding their teeth in front of him, and someone licking their fingers before turning the page of their book. Peter almost preferred the loudness of outside— at least then he wouldn’t hear every individual person's movement or annoying quirk in excruciating detail. It all blended together. Kind of. Fucking teeth grinders, Peter is looking at you.

Peter’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance, the green only fueling his irritation.

The computer lit up with the guest login, and Peter didn’t hesitate to open… Safari? Nobody uses Safari, what? And why did everything look so damn… Old? Jesus, Peter knew that Jersey sucked, but was their funding that bad?

Glancing down at the bottom right corner, Peter got the time. It was twenty past one, and it was… February third? 2015? That can’t be right. It was December. Christmas was right around the corner. Not to mention, it was 2023, last Peter checked. Were the computers broken, or something? They need to put a sign up for that, honestly. If the date wasn’t even correct, was the time?

Glancing up at the clock hung on the wall across the library proved that, yes, it was indeed the right time. His spidey-sense tingled lightly.

Safari loaded up— after taking its sweet, sweet time— and Peter didn’t hesitate to type in;

current location|

Several results popped up, all about Gotham, New Jersey. Bingo! Peter was in Jersey! He knew a damn Jersey accent when he heard one. That’s right, Peter’s that good. (Peter was bullied by a kid from New Jersey in the fourth grade. Screw you, Joshua Lopez.)

Peter had never heard of Gotham, but he also could not tell you where Illinois was on the map if you put a gun to his head. Peter missed most of his geography classes while out Spider-Manning, so his chances were dashed right from the start. (Still passed with a B-, though.)

Feeling a little lighter now that he’d answered one of the many questions swirling in his mind, Peter typed out his next query:

dr strange current location|

[no search results were found]

Peter frowned as the search yielded no results. He tried again, typing more carefully this time.

dr strange last sighting|

[no search results were found]

Still, the search came up empty. Peter's frustration grew. Where was Doctor Strange? He was supposed to be there, helping Peter figure out what had happened and how to fix it.

Right, fix it�� They were fixing something. That’s why Peter was with Dr. Strange.

What… What were they fixing?

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed even deeper. That’s, like, super weird. The internet keeps better tabs on superheroes than S.H.I.E.L.D half the time. There should’ve been thousands of results, even with this clunky computer.

Maybe his last fight wasn’t recorded. Maybe that would help. They could’ve just not gotten a hold of the most recent fight. Maybe it hasn't been long enough yet.

spider-man last sighting|

[no search results found]

No search results found…

What?

What the fuck?

That’s not possible. Spider-Man hadn’t been out of the spotlight in years.

Peter’s heart thundered in his chest as his fingers flew across the bulky keyboard. His fingers kept accidentally sticking in his panic, ripping keys off in his haste.

peter parker|

Peter let out a small breath as the search went through, multiple links popping up. He expected to see his meme accounts, maybe May’s facebook page filled with pictures of Peter, Ben, and her, maybe even some stuff about how he interned with Tony Stark, Savior of the Universe, and… There was more. Peter should’ve been all over the internet. For some reason.

Instead, the first thing that popped up was a news article by someone named Vicki Vale.

“Child Abduction Epidemic in Gotham: When Will Batman Step In?”

Questions swirled as green festered. Child abduction? And who the hell was Batman? A new vigilante on the scene? A furry?

Peter had never read through something faster.

This was… What?

It was a pitifully short article, considering the severity and implications, but it seemed there was barely any information to even write about. It just addressed the surge in child disappearances, questioning when this “Batman” would step up and solve the case, before ending with a list of possible victims. That’s where Peter’s name was. Number twenty-seven of fifty-two. Peter clicked the link on his name, leading him to a separate site.

There was a picture of him. Except it wasn’t him.

It featured a dully smiling tween, with black hair and big brown eyes, decently tan and wearing baggy clothes. He had Peter’s same dimples and freckles, the same jawline and face shape, and wild curly hair, but his coloring was all wrong. His age was wrong. This was an eleven-year-old from foster care named Peter Benjamin Parker, but he wasn’t Peter Benjamin Parker.

Opening a new tab, Peter had a new search.

Clicking on anything relating to this doppelganger, the more Peter read, the more queasy he felt.

Orphaned at five. Not from both parents, but rather from a single mother. No father in the picture, then. Instead of Peter’s dad and uncle being brothers, it was… Gotham Peter’s mom and aunt. May got custody of Peter after Mary’s death, and they moved from New York to New Jersey for Thor knows what reasons. This Aunt May never married, there wasn’t even a mention of Uncle Ben.

Peter pursed his lips in discomfort. What the hell kind of sick game was this?

Clicking on the highlighted name of Maybelle Parker, Peter was disheartened when it led to her obituary.

May died in a building that exploded because of the Green Goblin— no, someone named… The Joker?

Who the hell was letting a clown run around murdering people? And how had he not heard of a new up-and-rising supervillain? Peter would like to think, coupled with Karen and FRIDAY, that he kept well informed on the villain area.

Peter clicked on the search bar again with a trembling hand.

tony stark|

[no search results found]

stark industries|

[no reach results found]

the avengers|

[no search results found]

thanos|

[no search results found]

no search results found.

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Oh.

No search results found.

Peter’s throat was dry, eyes wide in disbelief as those damned four words taunted him. No search results found. Nothing familiar to Peter was here. It was like he was on an alien planet—

Oh.

Bile rose as Peter thought about those implications.

Peter wasn’t just in a different state, he was in a different world.

And, considering the likelihood of a planet existing, holding the exact same likeness to Earth, just missing a few key players, plus nothing on the blip and Thanos, Peter had a pretty good deduction of where he was.

An alternate universe.

Peter was in an alternate universe.

The date wasn’t wrong. Peter was in an alternate universe, one whose timeline was behind his own. That’s why this body was eleven and not seventeen (and apparently dead). Because this timeline was six years behind his own.

Which explains his father’s and Uncle Ben’s apparent absence in Gotham Peter’s life. A little weird, as Peter would’ve assumed that his life story would’ve stayed consistent. The other Peters’ had an Uncle Ben, and powers, and lived in New York. They didn’t have a Tony Stark, though. Or an Avengers. Peter #3 had a weird romance going on with someone named Death Pool or something, and Peter #2 had literally bonded with an alien symbiote-suit thing, so differences between Peter Parkers weren’t new news.

Although, who is he to say, out of the trillions of possibilities in the supposed multiverse, that his story would be the baseline? The standard for Peter Parkers across the multiverse? He had, what? Three Peter Parkers out of a trillion, statistics-wise? For all he knew, Peter could be the multiversal outlier.

Peter looked down at his tan hands. Young, small, but still calloused. Still sticky with his powers.

The longer Peter looked, the more differences he spotted. Was he even in his own body? Did he fucking… body snatch this kid’s body? What the hell? How would that even work? He’d need, like, magic or something.

Hold on. Magic?

Doctor Strange…

Doctor Strange?

Doctor Strange.

Holy shit.

Doctor Strange had sent him here, to an alternate universe.

Doctor Strange had sent Peter to an alternate universe because he made a mistake and now he can never, ever go home.

Going home would rip the multiverse apart.

Going home would kill everyone and everything he loved. Everything Mr. Stark— everything everyone fought so hard to protect; Peter would ruin it all. If he went home, Ned, MJ, Harley Happy, Pepper, Morgan— everyone left, they’d all die.

At least Doctor Strange hadn’t left anything of Peter behind for them to mourn.

Peter Parker was dead back home too, it seemed.

Man, Schrodinger would’ve loved Peter. He’s the real-life version of Schrodinger’s cat. (A quick search showed that it was actually Schrodinger’s dog here, so there’s that.)

Peter leaned back slowly, staring up at the ceiling. He counted all the dips and bumps from an uneven paint job.

It’s wild to think the multiverse was just a theory a week ago. It really did exist. With alternate versions of heroes, new heroes, and some completely gone. They had names like Batman and Superman, similar to Back Widow and Captain America, but with so many differences. Peter wasn’t sure if he found solace in their similarities or their differences. It would’ve been amazing,

Too bad this proof came at the cost of his home.

The keys unstuck from his fingertips, clattering to the carpeted ground. Huh.

The confusion, disbelief, hurt, disappointment, and anger all swirled together, leaving Peter feeling hollow and numb. Peter wasn’t sure if that was better than feeling everything he otherwise would be feeling.

He needed to leave.

Peter needed to clear the computer's search history thoroughly, first. He was in an unfamiliar place, with unfamiliar villains and heroes. He didn’t want to chance anyone finding out about his dimension-hopping dilemma before he even had a meal and a nap.

He glanced at the mutilated keys on the floor and counter. At least he was still sticky. If he had lost his home, his body and his powers to top it all off? Peter would’ve had a mental breakdown to rival The Greats. (Like that time Clint and Sam decided to prank everyone by replacing all the sugar in the Tower with salt. The chaos that followed was legendary—Bruce’s smoothie exploded, Tony’s coffee tasted like the ocean, and Steve, bless him, tried to be polite about his "salt pancakes" until he couldn’t take it anymore and quietly passed out in the gym. Clint and Sam were on dish duty for a month.)

Accessing the computer's operating system, his mind working absently to navigate through the system's files and directories. He bypassed any security measures with a series of deft keystrokes.

As he delved deeper into the computer's system, Peter located the browser history files. With a few more commands, he selected the searches about anything from his reality, things that looked out of place, and deleted it.

But Peter didn't just want to delete the history; he wanted to ensure that it was completely erased, with no trace left behind. He wrote a custom script to overwrite the history files multiple times, effectively scrubbing them from the computer's memory.

With a blank stare, Peter executed the script, watching as the computer's screen filled with lines of code cascading down the monitor. He didn’t stick around to make sure it finished; he knew it would. Mr. Stark had taught him almost everything he knew about hacking. (sans Ned’s impromptu lessons, but Mr. Stark.)

Peter stumbled out of the library absent. Unthinking. Detached.

Where was he going?

He wasn’t sure.

It wasn’t home, though. That was for sure.

He’d never be able to go home again.

Well, one friend. He looked down at the metal bands on his wrists meaningfully, heart swelling with emotions. He rubbed the deactivated bracelets, trying to find an iota of comfort in them. Peter isn’t sure what he’d do if he couldn’t get Karen back online. The green promised something bad, though.

Would he ever get another home?

He was a presumed-dead eleven-year-old in a crime-ridden city with no family or friends.

He’d go back to the library another time. Peter would figure it out— he always does, doesn’t he? He’d just— he couldn’t, not right now. He needed to leave; to collect himself. If he’d stayed there…

The streets grew darker as the people dissipated. How long had he been stuck in front of that computer?

Looking around, Peter was unsurprised to find he had absolutely no clue where he was. He could, however, feel the stares from people. Not the curious kind, either. Predatory. Which, fair. They didn’t know a full-force punch from Peter packed more heat than most locally sold guns.

Peter could literally crush a grown man's head with his bare hands.

Not that he would! He abstains from excessive violence.

But he could.

A couple of dudes across the street, all of whom had very rapey vibes if you asked Peter, oriented their body in his direction.

Ducking into an alleyway, Peter, feet still bloody and shoeless, walked up the side of the wall. It seems, even here, the safest place was in May’s arms on a rooftop.

Perching himself on the edge of the building, Peter let his abused feet dangle off the edge. The roof was slightly damp— it had probably rained recently. It’d likely rain again tonight, judging by the smell and clouds.

Looking out, Peter caught as the last of sunlight left the city's sky, ducking below the horizon. Huh. That’s it? No sunset? Just— there’s light, then suddenly there’s not?

Distaste, longing, and irritation rose up, thick and green. New York was dirty, but Gotham was downright disgusting. The sunset sucked, the architecture was old and outdated by at least a century, and it was so heavily polluted even the sun hid itself away behind clouds and smog.

Peter clenched his fists, taking a chunk of concrete with him. He threw it as far as he could. It hit a billboard— something about Way-an-ae Enterprises— going straight through.

Fat tears rolled down Peter’s cheeks. He felt bad, now. Someone was going to have to come up and fix the hole he made. They didn’t deserve that.

Once they started, Peter couldn’t stop them.

Before long, tears turned into silent sobs that wracked Peter's body, his shoulders trembling with each heave of his chest. Hot tears streamed down his cheeks, tracing crooked paths over the contours of his face as they mingled with the blood, sweat and grime that clung to his skin. His chest felt tight, as if a warehouse was on top of him, crushing him, squeezing out every last drop of his sorrow and despair.

He was stuck in an alternate dimension. His home dimension’s memory of him, of Peter Benjamin Parker, was completely wiped. It wasn’t even wiped with all of the people he loved still alive. Ben and May and even Mr. Stark couldn’t escape the curse of “all-Peter’s-parental-figures-will-meet-a-premature-demise-one-way-or-another”. Honestly, Pepper is lucky he left when he did; she was next on the curse’s chopping block.

Pepper and Morgan, Ned, MJ and Harley, too, they were alive. Alive, with no clue someone named Peter Parker was even a part of their life. Maybe it was better that way. At least now they were more likely to live. Get into MIT. Have successful careers, even start a family, without the stress of being involved with some stupid, teenage vigilante.

Just being a part of Peter’s life can cut down an individual’s life expectancy by more than half.

The longer you’re around him, the more death lurks.

Peter gasped for air, clawing at his stolen ripped, and bloodied shirt.

It’s why his parents died. It’s why Uncle Ben died. It’s why Aunt May died. It’s why Mr. Stark, Iron Man, genius of the century, Savior Of The Universe, died.

Dead.

They’re all dead.

And Peter was alive. He was their killer; their casket.

And yet, he walked.

Every day he woke up, and every day they remained dead.

Every day, he breathed, while they remained silent, their voices forever silenced by the cruel hand of fate. Peter carried the weight of their absence like a burden upon his soul, a constant reminder of the lives lost and the emptiness that filled his heart.

Their memories haunted him, their faces etched into his mind like a ghostly tableau of the past. He replayed their final moments over and over again, wondering if there was anything he could have done to save them. Perhaps, if he had simply never existed in the first place, they would have been spared.

But the past remained immutable, a cold and unforgiving master. Peter was left to navigate a world devoid of their presence, a world that felt colder and darker than his ever had before.

Here, they had existed, but not as Peter remembered them. Peter couldn’t reminisce with a stranger in a coffee line about the amazing Tony Stark; he didn’t even exist here. May never ran F.E.A.S.T. Ben had been a firefighter instead of a police officer here. Not to mention his father wasn’t even in the picture.

Peter alone held the flickering torch of his loved one’s memories here.

Peter looked out into the night, eyes trailing down toward the empty street below him.

But there were plenty back home who did.

It was a shitty, horrible, and downright cowardly thought.

Peter didn’t deserve that kind of peace.

But, oh, how he longed for it.

How he longed for May’s warm embrace. Ben’s comforting and wise words. Mr. Stark’s playful banter. His Star Wars nights with Ned. Watching MJ draw. Seeing who could make the dumbest invention with Harley. Morgen coming home from school and giving Peter three new glitter-filled art pieces of her favorite hero; Spider-Man. Pepper’s successor lessons and their quiet moments of reminiscing about Mr. Stark and May. He wouldn’t get to graduate with all his friends and remaining family present. Never get into MIT, like Mr. Stark. Like his Dad.

He missed it all so, so much.

Why did his stupid Parker Luck have to ruin it all?

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