oh wait i can force people to hear about the comically self-indulgent Homestuck/DC AU here. but i'm gonna do it under that funny little line break. first up is June Egbert as Supergirl. i hope this makes literally any sense
CHAPTER I
Supergirl: Up In The Sky
on the distant planet Krypton, twin babies were born. the latest of the House of El, and the last Children of Krypton; Jun-El and Jad-El. not long after, the planet was besieged by the intergalactic warlord Her Imperious Condescension, and by the time the battle had clearly been lost, all that Jun-El and Jad-El's parents could do was launch them into space, hoping against hope that they'd land somewhere safe, and good.
Jun-El did. his pod landed on the outskirts of Smallville, Kansas, and was found by a human couple; Jameson Egbert and Latula Pyrope. not knowing what else to do, and knowing they couldn't leave the baby behind, they took baby Jun-El with them, and raised him as their own. they named him John Egbert, and raised him alongside Latula's daughter Terezi.
for years, John knew nothing about his unearthly heritage. he assumed his family was flesh and blood, and it was only on his thirteenth birthday that anything seemed different. however, as soon as John turned thirteen, he began to change in ways he knew weren't right-- he's getting impossible powers, strength and speed he can't understand. it's only so long before his parents reveal the truth, and tell John about where he truly comes from.
as a teenager in Smallville, John rarely used his powers... but time after time, he found he had to use them. his parents-- his human, earthly parents-- had instilled him such a strong sense of justice that he couldn't bear to see people suffering when he knew he could do something.
and so, with the cloth he'd been carried in as a baby resewn into a costume, John became Superboy. after high school, he goes into journalism, and ends up getting a job at the Daily Planet... all the way over in Metropolis. at twenty-two, John is new to the city, new to being a superhero, and starting to really question the way he feels about himself... and whether he wants to be a Superboy at all.
at the same time, Jad-El-- unbeknownst to John and the rest of the world-- had landed somewhere much worse. on the edges of an American military base, Jad-El was found as an infant and kept captive for twenty years, experimented on and isolated in a cage for twenty years straight. finally, as an adult, Jad-El escapes from captivity, and turns her angry, terrified eyes against humanity as a whole... Metropolis first.
when news hits the Daily Planet that a Supergirl is attacking the city, John doesn't know what to do-- but he recognizes the symbol on her suit as the same as his own. she's not just Kryptonian-- she's family.
after a massive fight through Metropolis, John is able to calm Jad-El down, and the two vanish. the public assumes that Superboy defeated the invader, and hasn't been seen since. some fear he's dead.
meanwhile, Jade Egbert moves in with the rest of the Egbert family. now with a proper tie to his Kryptonian heritage, John has a new resolve to fight for truth, justice, and a better tomorrow... and a new lease on her own life. with the support of her family of two planets, and her friends at the Daily Planet, June Egbert is back from the dead and bigger than ever as... SUPERGIRL!
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“He sleeps against his father’s chest, and he does not stir.
Yuuta’s never seen Sensei look at anyone the way he looks at Megumi right now.”
OH MY GODDDDDDUGHHHHH THIS PEAK. I honestly teared up reading this bit. You can feel the love emanating from so many characters in your writing within this chapter, I find it so so moving. Thank you so much for sharing your writing!!!
I actually really like the kind of messiness of this moment because Gojo’s conflicted about that moment in a lot of the same ways that Tsumiki was conflicted about comforting her brother.
Earlier, Yuuta had said that Megumi seemed happier when Tsumiki was around. And Tsumiki had replied that she felt conflicted about comforting him, because she knows how private he normally is. She wanted to be there to comfort him, but she was worried it was just one more thing done to him that he didn’t want.
Gojo is feeling a lot of the same.
Like. Megumi was never that kid that was very open or cuddly. He was never that kid that let you carry him, even when he was tiny. He’s Gojo’s baby boy and he has the disposition of a feral raccoon with a biting problem. Do not touch him.
Gojo knows for a fact that Megumi would never in a million years let Gojo pick him up and hold him had the circumstances been normal.
There’s this unique act of love in allowing yourself to be vulnerable around others. It’s an act of absolute trust, if you think about it. I’m already hurt; I trust you not to hurt me worse.
And I think that makes it significant that Megumi doesn’t have that relationship with anyone.
He doesn’t let himself be vulnerable around Gojo. He doesn’t let himself be vulnerable around Tsumiki. He closes himself off and hides weakness and now he just can’t anymore.
I think Gojo in particular was aware of how Megumi doesn’t let himself be vulnerable around even his family, because Gojo is better suited to notice when Megumi’s hurt. Tsumiki knows her brother best, but it’s hard to hide from Gojo’s eyes. He notices when something’s wrong with his kids, and Megumi in particular.
He missed it when Megumi was a kid. He doesn’t want to miss it again.
So he sees it when something’s wrong in megumi’s world. And he sees it when megumi doesn’t come to them with it. He knows that megumi wouldn’t have let him hold him like that had he not been so hurt.
I think that Megumi was never really that kid that let you hold him, growing up. Even at age five, he was horrifically independent and had a very firm boundary line set between himself and absolutely anyone else. Baby Megumi never let Gojo lug him around, despite how adorable and portable he was. He sure as hell wasn’t letting Gojo carry him when he hit his teen years.
So. You’ve got this kid. You love him. Earth-shattering type of love. Soul-rending love. Sun, moon, and stars. Real “burn the world to keep him warm” type shit. He’s your baby boy, even if he’d fucking strangle you if you said it.
He’s just been hurt in a way that fucking horrifying. The most profound violations you can imagine. He can barely open his own eyes, he’s that hurt.
It’s probably your fault.
Because the assholes who hurt him? Those people? They’ve hurt him before, and you didn’t kill them for it. It wasn’t because it was right for your kid. Killing them for his safety would have been what’s right for your kid. It was just. Politics. Not only that, but the lynchpin of their plan counted on you not calling him once while they were hurting him. They banked their fucking lives on you not calling him even once in a week that included his birthday.
And they were right.
So yeah.
It’s probably your fault.
But you can’t turn back time. He’s hurt, and you’ve got him now, and all you want to do is comfort him. He’s your little boy, and you almost fucking lost him, you almost had to fucking bury him, and you just want to hold him while he’s afraid. You want to hold him until he stops shaking. You want to fix this.
And, at the end of the day, you just can’t deny how much he’d fucking hate that.
But you do it anyway. Someone needs to hold him, and you make it you. And maybe that’s just one more time someone did something to your little boy’s body that he didn’t want.
So.
How the fuck do you live with yourself?
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Kipperlilly for the bingo!
blorbo bingo!!
THAT'S DOUBLE BINGO BABEY!!!
we don't need to get into how much of my kipperlilly one shots were projection,,, tbh. and absolutely any angry teenage girl is a beast unleashed, to me. i simply cannot get into all my feelings about kipperlilly here,,, she's soo special to me actually!!! like i think teenage girls should be allowed to hunt their friends for sport sometimes. as a treat.
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