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weirdglassthing · 5 months ago
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(Slightly) older Louie
“Sharper than the sharpies”
He got better at stealth, plans (schemes), and locating and acquiring treasure
And worse at.. action..
He definitely has a fancy ah signature
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k-things74 · 4 months ago
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THEIR OUTFITS IN ‘Shaper than the sharpies’ FIC WRITTEN BY ME!
(There are small roses on his belt!! ALSO SORRY FOR THE BAD GLASSES THEY WERE A LITTLE LAST MINUTE!! I DID TRACE TO MAKE THIS BUT ITS MADE!)
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haystarlight · 4 months ago
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I mean it's technically canon
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joining the war on transgender scrooge on the side of transgender scrooge
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tizeline · 5 months ago
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Okay but I realized something after rewatching Ducktales-
Everyone always compares RotTMNT Leo to Dewey for. Obvious reasons. They're both Blue Ben Schwartz Cartoon Characters™ of course. And aside from that they have very similar personalities, impulsive, cocky, goofy, attention-craving middle children and also low-key total theater-kids.
That being said... MAN does Louie's character arc resemble Leo's! They both feel insecure in their role in the team/family, like they're not contributing enough, which is kinda reinforced by the fact that their family members don't really understand them either. And then their character arcs involve them discovering their unique strengths that they bring to the table. SPECIFICALLY that one of their biggest strengths is their strategic mind! That they're good at analyzing and planning! They're both constantly talking their way into and out of bad situations! They're both sharper than the sharpies I'm arghghsgdajj!!!
I haven't interacted a TON with the Ducktales fandom, so maybe a bunch of other people have already drawn this connection, but I haven't seen anyone do that yet. I really hope they have though! This is such a fun parallell please tell me I'm not the only one who sees it!
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cosmossystem · 2 months ago
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running list of things i've learned from making my patch pants:
if you use canvas for your patches, the edges will start to fray. this is inevitable. i'm sure there is some way around this but i haven't figured it out yet. i'm thinking maybe a glue stick or fray check along the edges right after cutting the patch could work. of course, that might be part of the look you're going for, so it might not bother you too much (personally idc lol)
don't bother with fabric markers. they bleed and they won't show up on black fabric and they look like shit. acrylic paint markers are a GODSEND, use them. some are better than others, so try around to see what works for your fabric. i use top notch in white and it works for me.
also, if you use acrylic markers, be careful of it seeping through your material and onto the surface behind. i've ruined my desk this way.
no markers? try just regular ol' acrylic paints. works pretty good too, just keep in mind that it will make your patches stiffer and crack a lot more. also might not be waterproof--but who cares, really.
don't want to freehand all that text? USE STENCILS!!! you can make your own with tape and an exacto knife (apparently, i've never tried) or you can do what my lazy ass does and just buy a bunch of premade letter stencils. it also makes working with acrylic markers much easier.
if your material is black, or if you have a lot of black areas, you can use a sharpie to fix any mistakes. i usually do this to make my edges sharper. go over the area several times if you need to. it smells horrible but it works.
your patches will inevitably start to come off, especially around areas that crease (for pants, that's hips and knees.) that's part of life. there's a few things you can do to make them last longer. if you use a sewing machine, try using something other than a straight stitch, like a zig-zag stitch. if you stitch by hand, try doubling up your thread or double-sewing the edges using a combination of different stitches. i've had the best luck with a very close whipstitch. of course if the patch is beyond repair, you could always just take it off and replace it with something different (ship of theseus that thang!) you could also maybe get away with using embroidery thread but depending on your patch material, it may make it harder to work with.
also, i know this is kind of cheating, but you don't have to just decorate with patches. i added a bunch of safety pins and it adds a bit of Flare. that also means i have a free safety pin whenever i need it! (often)
these rules are not set in stone and you should experiment to see what works for you!!!
if you have anything to add on please feel free :)
edit for the love of GOD stop mentioning hemming in the notes. like i said, i specifically didn't want to include it in this post because hemming is A) a pain in the ass, and B) not accessible to everyone. i mentioned alternatives to hemming in my reblog, but here they are again:
a lighter or fray check (be careful with this and make sure you won't accidentally ruin your material or set something on fire. also please research how to do this correctly. don't blame me if you set your jacket on fire)
glue stick or liquid glue (this one might depend on what kind of glue and fabric you use as well)
interfacing (thank you to someone in the notes for mentioning this because i totally forgot about it and interfacing isn't my specialty)
liquid stitch or other forms of fabric glue (i actually had no idea this existed, thank you to the notes again)
again, stitching the patches on very closely. i use a close whipstitch for mine.
similarly, a blanket stitch on the edges before sewing the patch on (technically this is a form of hemming, but i'll allow it)
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twilightkitkat · 7 days ago
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I'm so sorry if i'm annoying you. But like do you think in the movies he had some prepping before the bonding? We see him getting drawn on with sharpie by Dr. Hines and a shot of him getting injected with contrast agent for the X-rays. But i like to think they also coated his teeth in a clear liquid to strengthen them so he wouldn't break them biting down on his mouth guard during the adamantium bonding. That's why he avoids dentists now. Also he probably was injected with prepping fluid as these pictures show. And now he is afraid of needles and when Wade wants to take him to the doctor for check up routine he is nervous like a dog going to the vet. Thoughts on this?
You aren't annoying me at all, I really enjoy answering your questions because I love talking about science. If I don't get to it immediately, it's just because I'm thinking of an answer or I need to find time where I can go through and respond to my asks.
I actually used this same image as a basis for my knowledge about Logan's procedure. He definitely had prepping before the bonding. We see clearly how adamantium slices straight through regular bone, drills would cause his bones to break under pressure at the wrong angle.
I also think that they probably messed with his mouth some, whether it was a protecting or superpowered numbing gel. Logan has sharper teeth than the average person and a higher bone density, so they also would want to make sure they didn't break through his mouth guard.
Logan would have trauma around all doctors, honestly. It doesn't matter if it's a dentist or surgeon or just a check-up, he's immediately on guard.
Every part of him was violated in that procedure. His trust, his mind, his body, and his memories. He can still feel the uncomfortable itch as fluid was injected into him and the searing pain when the adamantium was bonded to his bones.
Being in any kind of medical situation reminds him of that pain and headspace and the panic he felt. He was screaming and thrashing and nobody fucking helped him. They tried to turn him into a weapon against his will. His body and mind will never recover from that.
I think that the best Wade is gonna get is an agreement for an at-home family doctor checkup. The thought of going into a doctor's office makes Logan anxious as hell, and he'd rather do it on his own terms where he feels more comfortable and in control. And Wade has to be there the entire time or he won't do it. Wade would lightly tease him if he wasn't touched by the thought that Logan trusted him enough to want him there for something tied to his trauma.
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ayabeanworks · 1 year ago
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Title: I'm Home
Synopsis: Where SaShiSu finally meet you again after 7 lifetimes of not seeing you.
Character: SaShiSu x reader
Series: Let's Meet in the Spring (SaShiSu x reader)
Notes: Part 2 of Can I meet you again? AU where Geto does not defect, and you do instead. Some angst, fluff, mentions of death, suicide and murder. Happy ending.
My playlist when writing this: - Dancing With Your Ghost by Sasha Sloan - Akari by Soushi Sakiyama (Ending of JJK S2 Hidden Inventory)
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When you dream, you sometimes see the same three people.
Two boys and one girl. The two boys were like the sun and moon, almost like the direct opposite of each other. One's got white hair and the bluest eyes of them all, the other's got dark hair and beautiful purple eyes rivalling amethysts. The girl had short brown hair and warm, caramel brown eyes, with a mole under her right eye.
They always seemed to appear in your dream, but every time you woke up, you could barely remember their facial features, as if something or someone was deliberately drawing over it with a thick sharpie to obstruct your view.
So when you wake up, you're left wondering why you keep dreaming of them, and your chest that clenches in longing whenever you wake up from a dream including them.
Sometimes, you would even wake up in tears, and sometimes, you would wake up with the biggest smile on your face. On one rare occasion, you felt a sharp pain in your neck that hurt so much you woke up in cold sweat. But, you could also feel a gentle hand caressing your cheek.
For your whole life, you didn't know why they kept appearing in your dreams. Even when you were young, you couldn't get the images of them out of your head, or their faceless features, nor the imagery that was shown to you. Horrible images they had been, ones where you would wake up tired and lethargic, like you'd battled and exhausted all your mental and physical energy.
You don't know who or what you're fighting.
When you tried to talk to your parents about it, they would shrug you off, thinking it was just a nightmare or something that kids dreamt of because of their overactive imaginations.
But you knew. You knew it was more than that. You just weren't able to explain it in words.
So you never talked about those dreams again. They were dreams that stayed with you and dreams that ended with you.
If you had a chance, sometimes you would ask others what their dreams were about or if they had the same type of dream. But none of them were even similar to your situation, and it made you confused why yours were so different to everyone else's.
It was only when you turned 18, you managed to remember the face of one of the three.
It was the one with dark hair and purple eyes. His features were sharper than you thought, and for him specifically, it was like a veil had risen from in front of your eyes, and you were able to remember bits and pieces of the dreams you continuously had.
You don't know his name. But the way he looked at you made your chest tight, and your cheek tingle. Specifically the area under the eye.
You could probably trace his features on a piece of paper if you tried hard enough - you could recall your fingertips tracing his face as he lay next to you, and the laugh that came from him when he found it ticklish.
Then, he would cup your cheek, his thumb gently swiping the area right under your eye, the area which would normally tingle after some dreams with him in it. And each and every time, his expression would be incredibly soft, his gaze incredibly affectionate as he looked at you.
For you to feel it so realistically, you sometimes wondered whether it was a memory from a past life, or if it was a premonition of sorts?
When you woke up, you were calm, relaxed and felt safe. It was strange after such a dream. When talking to others, you heard these types of dreams would make someone giddy and excited because it was so intimate.
Contrary to the general population, even though you were calm, and the dream you had was intimate and borderline romantic, all you just felt was that a part of you was missing.
You missed the stranger in your dreams; the stranger who sometimes held you tenderly, sometimes knocked the wind out of you with his hugs, and sometimes caressed your cheek as if you were the only thing in his eyes. After you could remember his face, the pull of longing became stronger little by little.
Your eyes started to look around, wherever you were, hoping to catch a glimpse of the boy in your dreams, a silver of hope in you to reach some answers.
Why were you having these dreams?
Who was he? Who were the other two?
What significance did they have in your life?
You have yet to get any answers.
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The second face you could finally properly see was the girl. She was young, maybe around your current age and had those beautiful brown eyes you could get lost in. She had the demeanor of someone who didn't have much of a care in the world, but she was fun, she was kind and she was most of all flirty. Towards you, anyway.
You could recall the embarassment you woke up to after she had teased you all day in the dream. Your face was red, but it made you happy. For that much teasing, you wondered whether you were an M. It made no sense you liked it so much?
Hell, everything in your dreams, and how it shaped you and your thoughts, confused you. It all made no sense, but it felt like you were trying to find something, find something precious you've lost. But what precious thing did you lose?
You didn't know.
When you felt like you were on the verge of figuring something out, you couldn't. You didn't have enough information.
So, you continued life like normal, hoping that you would at least get some answers living day to day and dreaming night after night.
It was around the 3 month mark after you could see the dark haired boy that you could see the girl. Now all your dreams had both of them in it, two of the three whom you could see the faces of. But, the last one's face was still blurred out, and you still couldn't see him.
All you knew was that he wore these dark round sunglasses, had white hair, and for some reason, you knew he had blue eyes.
But, you still weren't able to see his face.
While you dreamed of scattered bits of what seemed like a memory, you could tell the white haired one was a bit brash, but was secretly a sweetheart who hid behind a bravado of arrogance.
Every time you woke up from dreaming about the white haired one, you felt like laughing, only because whatever reaction he gave was funny. He was a very lively one, and compared to the others, he always had something interesting he was doing, no matter what time or in whatever situation.
But for years, the blurring on his face didn't disappear, and you weren't able to find out what he properly looked like.
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One day, you stumbled across a crepe shop a few stations away from where you lived. The rush hour traffic was absolutely abysmal, and it was a mild day, causing it to be hot and disgusting inside the train.
So, you did what any sane person would do and get off the train a few stops earlier, preferring to walk home instead. You were in your early 20's and had moved to Tokyo for work after completing your degree, preferring to be a little closer without having to commute so long.
It was only by coincidence you discovered it, but when you ordered for the first time, it was like you had practiced this order your whole life.
A crepe decorated with strawberries, whipped cream and topped with a drizzle of chocolate.
While you waited for them to make your order, you could hear someone's voice in the back of your head, a deep voice with a playful tone that didn't belong to anybody you knew.
But even so, it was a voice you were incredibly familiar with, and your breath hitched from hearing it again.
Except, when you looked around, there wasn't anybody near you, and there wasn't anybody who 'fit' the voice from a further distance away.
Nobody who 'fit' the voice? You had questioned your own thoughts, wondering where that came from. It was almost like you were trying to find a specific person.
But who?
When you got the crepe, you left. It was a delicious crepe, so you wanted to go back and get one for yourself on days when you were stressed. Probably a Friday like today. You often went there after school on Fridays.
It was a moment after you finished the thought that you stopped suddenly in your steps.
I often went there after school on Fridays? You looked over your shoulder at the crepe shop in the distance, situated between other shops.
That's impossible.
You knew it was impossible. You didn't live in the city, you didn't go to this side of the city, nor did you see this crepe shop any other time in your life. It was your first time ordering from them too!
So what gives?
The next moment, you heard a familiar voice. It was definitely a figment of your imagination, but you swore you could hear that same voice from when you were waiting for your crepe. But when you faced the direction it came from, you couldn't find anything.
You heaved a light sigh and started walking home, just missing the tall white haired man who had come to order his own crepe.
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That night, you finally saw the face of the white haired boy, 4 years after seeing the faces of the dark haired boy and brown haired girl.
He was an incredibly beautiful boy, contrary to his expressions and behaviours. No blemishes to speak of, soft white hair and a glimmering set of blue eyes.
Those blue eyes were so beautiful you couldn't help but admire them whenever you remembered them. It reminded you of a cloudless blue sky, maybe even prettier.
The dream in which you had seen that boy properly for the first time was at the crepe shop you went to before. It was one where he stood with you, both in uniform as he paid for the crepes, grinning as he ordered one with a multitude of toppings, whilst you ordered your regular strawberry crepe with whipped cream and a chocolate drizzle.
His round sunglasses were opaque, a detail you seemed to already know, and when he caught you staring at him while talking, he teased you and took off his glasses, coming up close to your face to allow you to stare at his eyes.
It seemed he knew what you wanted, but after you complimented him sincrerely on how pretty his eyes were, he put the sunglasses on you, completely obscuring your vision with darkness as he ruffled your hair and mumbled out a quiet and embarrassed 'shut up'.
The same voice you heard at the crepe shop - it belonged to him. You were sure of it.
You were even more sure that if you went to that same crepe shop on Fridays during after school hours, you might be able to see him, and by extension, the other two.
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It was only the next week when you woke up in cold sweat, dreaming of yet another battle. But, this time your neck stung and you felt like you were suffocating.
There was only one other time you had this type of dream, and it was when you were young, the day you tried telling your parents about it.
You controlled your inhales and exhales, holding the side of your neck that stung, feeling a liquid sensation there. Alarmed, you brought your hand in front of you to look, but it was just your sweat.
It felt like something else. A darker, more viscous liquid.
Your hand trembled, flashes of your bloodied hand flashing for less than a second in your mind, similar to your dream.
You could recall blurry imagery, blood, screams and frantic voices. You could feel one of your hands being caressed between two larger hands. You knew it was the darker haired boy who was holding your hand. But you couldn't see him except for the top half of his face. You could only make out that he had a sad expression in his eyes, but masked it with calmness.
The one who you could see, was the owner of the beautiful blue eyes. He held an expression you've never seen on him before, one that was a mixture of pain, disbelief, panic and frustration all in one. His eyes were glossy, and it looked like he could cry at any moment. His jaw was clenched and his breathing was erratic.
That was when you heard another voice, one that you knew belonged to the darker haired boy.
"Let's get you home, [name]."
That was when you woke up. You could only feel your cold body, shivers making goosebumps form on your skin, regardless of how warm the spring weather was becoming.
Compared to when you were younger, the dream you just had was much stronger, much more pronounced, and you could really feel what was happening.
It was too much. The only emotion you could feel was regret, sadness, and a tad of relief. You couldn't help but tear up. You hugged yourself in a fetal position as you tried to hold back your tears. But the more you tried to, the more tears threatened to spill.
And so you cried.
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After that day, you recorded everything. You had half a mind to do it when you started being more conscious of the world, but you didn't end up doing anything until now. You should've started earlier.
After a week of jotting down all the notes you could, you had finally written up a bunch of documents on your computer, detailing everything you saw in your dreams, the people you met, the experiences you got, and the three people who it seemed to revolve around.
You even decided to take up art classes to draw the vivid imagery in your dreams after failing to draw a proper pair of round opaque sunglasses. It was easier to scribble down whatever you could, including drawings, when you remembered it.
And the drawings you found yourself drawing a lot of, were actually the crepes found at the crepe store you frequented on the weekly.
You ordered something different each time, hoping it would jog your memory or even trigger some. After all, it seemed you went to the crepe store with the white haired boy every week, and every week both of you got a different combination of flavours.
It wasn't every single time, but some would trigger memories to flow into your head. That was when you would quickly sketch down a crepe with a large number of toppings, one that you know you wouldn't get. It was definitely the white haired boy's.
This continued on for the next few years, and the number of sketchbooks and documents you've put together were numerous. There was so much material and you had more to add, making you wonder when you would stop getting these dreams.
On a day where you didn't get any dreams, you decided you wanted to go to the crepe store. It wasn't a Friday, but rather a Saturday, just a day after your previous visit.
You hadn't gone on a weekend before.
As you make your way there, you found the chatter of the streets to be louder than the Friday, full of smiles and laughter of families and friends.
This brought a smile to your lips as you stopped in front of the crepe store, wondering what you wanted this time. Yesterday you had a maple syrup crepe, so today you'll get a savoury one.
You put in an order for a cream cheese salmon crepe, a new addition added only the week prior, and stood to the waiting area, patiently waiting for them to finish your brunch.
"I think this is the first time I've ever seen you ordering a savoury crepe. What happened to just the sweet kind?"
You froze.
That voice.
That voice.
Your eyes widened and you immediately looked up from your open sketchbook, staring at a taller man with white hair, tinted round sunglasses and the biggest grin on his face.
It was the boy, now a man, from your dreams.
Your eyes glossed over with a sudden wish to cry. Your chest tightened, making it harder to breathe while your head started hurting, a bunch of information flowing into your mind like they were your own. The amount of information crammed into your head was overwhelming, almost worse than the worst headache you've ever had.
But, it gave you answers. It gave you everything you ever wanted to know.
Now, everything made sense.
Your lips parted, about to say something, but then it closed and opened again like a goldfish, unsuccessful in delivering anything via words. Instead, your tears fell and you sobbed like a madman, wailing in the middle of the street while waiting for your crepe.
Satoru only laughed at you, taking the sketchbook out of your hands as he pulled you into his chest, giving you tight hug, enveloping you in his embrace.
Oh, how you missed his hugs.
"'toru, 'toru, 'toru!" You chanted his nickname like a prayer, your voice muffled in his chest as you sobbed, arms trying to pull him impossibly closer than he already was. You couldn't stop the tears from falling; a sense of relief, happiness and comfort washing over you as you hugged him.
Satoru only responded by hugging you tighter, pressing his cheek to the top of your head as he nuzzled into you, taking in the scent he's missed so much. He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, then nuzzled his cheek back in the same place.
You were here. You were here in his arms. He wasn't dreaming.
"I'm here, [name]." One of his hands behind your neck started stroking the back of your head, comforting you as you let another sob at his reassurance that you were definitely not dreaming and he was there in the flesh.
Against his chest, you could feel his racing heartbeat as he hugged you, almost like he'd run a marathon, making your sobs turn into broken laughs at how that one trait never changed.
You pulled away from him but kept in his embrace, sniffing as you stared up at him. You reached up to take off his sunglasses, seeing those beautiful blue eyes you've missed. You stared into them for a moment, with them staring right back at you, almost like they could see through your soul.
"Like what you see?" A familiar, shit-eating grin made you laugh and lightly hit his arm, mirth settling in his eyes as he saw your smile.
It was genuine.
"You've grown up, 'toru." Your words were soft as you cupped both of his cheeks, checking his face from all angles. "The last time I saw you, we were both 18." You pinched his cheeks before your hands dropped to your sides, "You've matured. You've become really handsome."
Satoru usually would've cracked a joke, but with the shock of finally seeing you again and the sincerity in your words after not meeting you for over 600 years, he nodded, a closed smile as he felt his eyes become glossy. He shied away from your gaze, opting to look at your shoulder as he tried to blink away his tears.
The last time he saw you was when you died in his arms. He didn't count Kenjaku who had taken over your body as you. So when he finally saw you waiting at the crepe store he'd come to on a weekly basis, he couldn't help but feel so, so happy you were there. He almost thought it wasn't real because they weren't able to find you for over 7 lifetimes, and it was his mind playing tricks on him.
Though, as luck would have it, a couple of years ago, he just barely saw you, and knew they could find you this time around.
And that, they did.
"'toru, can you lean down for me?" You request, taking a small step back so he had room to. You felt his arms lock so you stayed in his embrace, almost like he was afraid you'd escape from his grasp and leave.
He met your eyes again, this time confusion evident in them as he did as requested. You felt your hands go to the sides of his head, bringing him down a slight bit more, before planting a kiss on his hairline.
"I promised!"
When you let go, he stood back up, bringing you in for another embrace as he hid his face from you, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. His face was burning with a pink blush, his ears red as he tried to calm down his hammering heart. He knew you could hear it, but he didn't want you to see his embarrassed face too.
"Satoru, have you gotten your crepe yet?"
Suguru, who had come with Shoko, raised a brow as he saw Satoru hugging someone. The other person held his glasses in one hand, lightly patting his back as a means of comfort. They were still waiting for their crepes, it seemed.
"Wait..." Shoko paused for a moment, a hand coming to Suguru's arm. "That's..." She was glad she wasn't smoking at this very moment, because immediately after seeing the familiar hands, Suguru had excused himself and gave Shoko all the things he was holding, forsaking his gentleman behaviour to see the friend he couldn't save.
Shoko could only sigh as she watched her best friends. She was waiting her turn and wouldn't be able to go against those two giants, so all she did was stand off to the side and watch as they had a little reunion before she had hers.
"[name]!" Suguru's call of your name was breathless as he grabbed Satoru's shoulder, making you lift your head to see him.
When you saw Suguru again, you let go of Satoru and your arms reached to go around Suguru's neck as you cried his name, jumping into his arms as you once again cried at the appearance of your best friend, the one who tried to save you but you pushed away.
Satoru couldn't even properly get mad because he already had his cute little reunion, so he gave Suguru a little grin before going over to Shoko and taking the bags from her to bring closer to where everyone else was.
"Sugu!" You sobbed his name as you buried your face into the crook of his neck. He supported you by holding you up in a tight hug, closer to his strong ones, as you breathed in his familiar scent.
He couldn't stop himself from also shedding a couple of tears, giving you a light kiss on your cheek in the process, his eyes closed as he rearranged his arms so one arm was around your waist, and the other was on the back of your head.
"I missed you." He mumured into your ear. His voice was so small, about to crack, as he let you down onto the ground and leaned down to bury his face into your neck. He just bathed in your presence, bathed in you.
He missed this. He missed you. He missed you so, so much. He didn't know if he would be able to live without you. Those 600 years and more he had to wait for you to finally come back to him were so, so long. But he never gave up. They never gave up.
That was how precious you were to them.
"Sugu, I want to see you." You gently pet the back of his head, smoothing out the hair he'd let loose for the day. It was as silky as you remembered it, maybe even more?
You wondered if he followed your advice on using shampoo and conditioner instead of just soap.
Suguru didn't move for a second, but sniffed and lifted himself up, facing you with red eyes and cheeks. He didn't care if others saw him. He didn't care anymore, especially when it came to you.
You smiled up at him, happiness in your eyes as you looked at him as if he was the most precious thing you've ever set your eyes on (you look at Satoru & Shoko the same way, he noted). You cupped his cheeks, doing exactly what you did to Satoru to Suguru too, examining his facial features.
You run a hand through his hair, pulling it gently back for him. "You've grown up, Sugu. You look very handsome. Very dashing." You giggled when you see his cheeks flare at the compliments, and he resists the urge to hide in the crook of your neck again and take in your calming scent.
"You have too." Suguru eyes you, nodding to himself at your now matured look. He grabs one of your hands, holding it with both his own as he gently rubs circles into the back of your hand.
To him, Satoru & Shoko, you were still pretty much the same as when you were 18, when you left them in their first life. You didn't change much. All your mannerisms were the same, maybe a little bit different from how you grew up, but he thought of it as another variation of you.
You only beam at him, giving him a little twirl of yourself, making the three of them laugh.
You were still so cute.
"Shoko!" You let go of Suguru's hand after giving it a light squeeze, heading over to where the doctor was.
Her arms were already outstretched for you, and you dove right into her arms, hugging her as tight as possible, feeling a laugh resonating in her chest as you hugged her tight. Her arms went around your neck, chin on top of your head as you tried not to cry again at seeing her.
She stroked the back of your head gently, kissing your forehead and cheeks, then pressing her forehead against yours after a slight change in positioning. "You seem well, [name]. Did you miss me? We kept our promise to see you again."
"Of course I missed you!" You ended up bawling into her shirt as you realised she was the one who hadn't seen you the longest out of the three. The last time you properly saw her was just after you had murdered the elder, and then you died a year or so later in Satoru & Suguru's arms.
Shoko, already understanding what you wanted to say, only smiled as she closed her eyes and leaned her head against yours.
After a moment, you apologised for making her clothes wet with your tears, but she shrugged it off, citing 'battle scars' with a wide grin. Some things she said, was still a mystery to you.
You sniffed as you took a step back to fully look at Shoko. She looks much cooler than she did back then, grown her hair longer, and was more mature in appearance than before, which leaned more on the cute side.
"You're so beautiful." You complimented, "Truly!" You could probably stare at her for days. Why did she have the best glow up?
Shoko gave you a wink, smirking at you when you blushed.
"Savoury crepes aren't actually that bad." Satoru suddenly commented, having taken a few bites from your freshly made one.
"Hey! Isn't that my crepe?!" You looked at the crepe store owner, but when he met your eyes he just gave you a thumbs up and a nod, signalling all was good. He had witnessed your touching reunion with them, and given your brunch to Satoru.
"Satoru, let me have some." Suguru took the crepe from him, taking a couple of bites himself as you watched your crepe disappear into the stomachs of the two men. He licked his lips to get some of the cream cheese off, nodding in approval, "This is quite good. I'll order another one for us." He taps your nose with a smile as he went to order more, taking the last bits of your crepe with him.
While he did, you returned your gaze at Satoru, who was busy eating the incredibly sweet one he ordered.
He met your eyes and raised both brows, almost as if he was asking why you were staring.
"How often did you come here?" You omitted the part you wanted to ask the most, about how long they've been waiting.
Satoru didn't even blink as he answered straight away, "Every week at first, then every day. For over 600 years. 7 lifetimes. 7 timelines."
You stared at him in shock, frozen at his answer. Your lips trembled as you realised just how long they've been searching for you. For the 3 or so years you've been together as best friends, it made such a huge impact that it spanned centuries.
You could feel how devoted they were to you, how much they loved you, how they couldn't forget about you. It made you so happy they were so loyal in finding you, but it also felt like you'd chained them down so strongly that it was unfair.
"What if you couldn't find me after 1000, 2000 years?" Your voice was small as it shook.
"We'd fnd you. No matter what." His words were solid, unmoving, and sturdy. There was no hesitation, none at all. He wholeheartedly believed this. "Well, at least I wasn't going to give up. The world could freeze or burn for all I care, but if I couldn't find you then I'd continue or die trying. Rinse and repeat."
"Me too." Suguru came back with the 3 savoury crepes, handing one to everyone except Satoru.
"Me three." Shoko gave the dark haired man a nod as a thank you for the crepe.
You stared at the three of them, remembering how suffocated you felt back in your original life because of all the curses, all the problems that arose with the elders and whatnot. It pushed you to breaking point and even if they were there to try and bring you out, you had fallen in so deep you weren't able to get out. You felt alone and didn't have anymore strength to get out.
But, this time was different. This world didn't have curses. You didn't have the problems you had back then. Your best friends were still here, and they had come to find you, no matter what world nor how long it took. They were there for you.
Would you be able to rely on them this time?
"Thank you." You stared at the crepe as you spoke, not brave enough to see their expressions. "Thank you for not giving up on me. Thank you for not forgetting me. Thank you for finding me. Thank you for everything."
"The crepe didn't do anything for you, [name]." Suguru laughed when you looked up at him in humiliation, not wanting to repeat your heartfelt words to their faces.
Shoko let out a laugh at his comment, making your face flare red.
Satoru had an amused glint in his eyes as he grinned, "Don't be embarassed, we've gone through 7 lifetimes for you. Seven. If that ain't embarrassing to find someone you've known for 3 years, I don't know what is." He watched as you opened and closed your mouth like a goldfish yet again, fueling his amusement.
"Well, it doesn't have to be said now. You can say it whenever you want." Shoko took a bite of the crepe, nose crinkling at the difference in the sweet crepe and the savoury toppings.
"Boo." Suguru & Satoru pouted, wanting to tease you more.
"Anyway, let's go home." Shoko eyed the groceries, "The groceries aren't going to unpack themselves."
The men gave a hum in agreement.
"Already?" You looked at them, sadness appearing on your face since you wanted to talk to them more.
They stared at you as if you had grown another head, with Satoru raising a perfect white brow at the cute pout on your lips.
"What do you mean, 'already?' You're coming with us." He spoke matter of factly. "We'll get the movers to bring your stuff to ours as soon as possible."
"Yeah, what gave you the idea you could run away so quickly?" Suguru had a glint in his eyes as he spoke. He pinched your cheek, "You think we're gonna let you go now that we've found you?"
"You're stuck with us now, [name]." Shoko laughed brightly, reminding you of her in your original life. It had been so, so long since you've last heard her laugh so brightly, it struck a chord in your heart.
"C'mon," She held out her hand, prompting you to take it as she pulled you along. "I want to hear what's been happening with you. We've got lots to catch up on."
Suguru shifted in his step so he was next to you, an arm slung around your shoulders as he pushed you forward to walk with them. "And don't you dare leave anything out." He raised both brows at you, referencing the times you kept things from them.
You gave him a meek nod, promising yourself you wouldn't.
Satoru twirled the key to his car and house around his fingertips, "Y'know, you forgot to say one thing."
"One thing?"
The glasses slid down his nose as his gaze matched yours. "Remember your last words before you died in my arms?"
It took you a moment to recall your words, an 'o' shape forming on your lips.
You felt a squeeze on your shoulder and hand from Suguru and Shoko, who you knew were watching you recall some distant memories, but fresh ones in their minds. Especially for Suguru and Satoru, they were were the ones who heard it loud and clear, being the ones to experience your last moments.
Your heart blossomed with warmth at their invitation to come back with them. You didn't think reincarnation was real - it was just a wish because you wanted to see them again. So your last words reflected the wish you held so dearly in your heart. You let out the most dazzling smile you've ever made in your life, radiating so much joy for a wish come true, "I'm home!"
The grins on Satoru, Suguru and Shoko's faces could put the brightest gems to shame.
"Welcome home!"
You've arrived home, and you were there to stay.
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A/N: A little note about the ending and what [reader] and SaShiSu says: it's referencing your last words back when you died in your first life/original life.
The last part [reader] says, "I'm home / ただいま", is what the Japanese say when they come back home after a day out, and is said to family members, friends and anyone they're coming home to.
On the other hand, SaShiSu say "Welcome home / おかえり - okaeri", an expression used to reply to "I'm home", or one to ellicit that answer. What's important is the person who says this is the 'home' the person saying 'I'm home" is coming home to.
For anyone who watches or reads and watches manga/anime/Japanese dramas, you're probably aware that when someone says "I'm home", it usually means that they've at least said "I'll be going now / いってきます - ittekimasu" before they leave and come home later. But this phrase isn't just "I'll be going now" - it actually holds the nuance and vibe that the person saying it (the one who's going somewhere) will come back. So it's got a closer meaning to "See you later" if we look at it in English translation.
And in this story, it can be assumed [reader] says "I'll be going now / いってきます - ittekimasu" as their last words in their first life, with a wish in their heart to see SaShiSu again. Which is why in their letters to SaShiSu, [reader] talked about reincarnation and wanting to see them in a world without curses.
In this context, the way [reader] says it is really cruel, because they didn't come back and left on their own, effectively leaving an 18 year old Suguru & Satoru to hear [reader]'s last words, and Shoko to hear it from them. And because of the nuances behind the meaning of those seemingly simple words, it devastated them when they read the letters. They couldn't just let it go.
That's also why Suguru's last words [reader] can recall from their first life is "Let's get you home, [name]", because he's responding to it in the only way he can cope and not curse them, but also wishing for [reader] to come back to them. And if [reader] died, they would then have their corpse, and will bring it back to get cremated in the 'home' [reader] belonged to before defecting.
Since they couldn't get over it, they did whatever they could to find [reader] in the 7 lifetimes and timelines they've been reincarnated to. So when they've finally found [reader], the words SaShiSu wanted to hear the most were "I'm home" from their best friend who hadn't yet come back to them.
A/N p2: God explaining the nuances makes me cry more than the actual story itself 😭
Anyway if you haven't read part 1, here you go!
As for the others, here's the masterlist for the series if you want to read up on other things happening in this universe😄
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oneforthemunny · 1 year ago
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Thinkin' about carving pumpkins with Cowboy Eddie. (And by "carving pumpkins", I mean you draw faces on them and make him do all the dirty work. 😂)
"You're shittin' me." Eddie laughed, shaking his head when he looked at the pumpkin you passed him.
You frowned, looking at the Sharpie stenciled outline. "No." You pouted lightly. "What? What's wrong with it?"
Eddie blinked, scoffing lightly in amusement before bumming his cigarette in the tray on the porch. "Nothin', baby." He muttered, a dimpled grin that made you frown.
"You're making fun of me." You glared at him. "What? What's wrong with my pumpkin?"
"Nothin', baby. You just said it was gonna be easy." Eddie grinned, digging in his pant pocket for his pocket knife.
"This is easy." You insisted.
"Says you, darlin', 'm the one cuttin' it." Eddie smirked, taking the pumpkin from you, settling it between his legs.
"It's star eyes! That's it!" You gawk, throwing a hand out towards the outlined eyes of the pumpkin. "How is that any different from a regular one?"
"Because," Eddie grinned, far too amused for your liking. "Regular one is just a triangle."
"So?" You scoff, rolling your eyes at him lightly. "That's basically a triangle."
"That so?"
"Yeah," You hum, looking over at your design. "It's, like, a bunch of triangles."
Eddie howled in laughter, eyes shining when they looked over at you, the light from the porch illuminating your silhouette. You looked so pretty. He'd carve a million fucking pumpkins if you wanted him to.
"I got it." Eddie flicked the knife open.
You frowned. "I think you need a bigger knife."
"I think you need to let me work." Eddie countered, a light glare that had your tummy flipping in excitement. "Go get that scooper spoon thing." He nodded behind you, sawing through the pumpkin.
You reached towards the plastic, orange scooper, past the newspaper you laid out and the tiny carving tools that came with it- the ones Eddie scoffed at when you showed him. "Gonna need somethin' sharper than that, baby."
"You gonna get the guts out?" Eddie's eyes flicked to yours, biting back his grin of amusement when your nose crinkled.
"No."
"So he's keepin' them in?"
"No, Eddie." You huffed, voice coasting on a whine. "You scoop them out."
"You got me doin' all the work?" Eddie laughed, eyes shining up at yours.
"You said you would help me!" You countered. "And I'm not touching that. It'll get under my nails." You snarled, shaking your head in disgust, lips puckered like you ate something sour.
Eddie laughed, pulling the top off with the stringy contents, seeds and "guts" with them. "So they gotta go under my nails, huh?"
"You don't have nails." You nodded at his short, trimmed nails. Eddie barely had any, and you didn't blame him, not working with animals all day.
Eddie stopped, looking over at you with a goofy, lopsided grin. "Alright, I guess I'll do it f'ya." He purred. "If you do somethin' for me?"
You frowned lightly. "What?"
"Gimme a kiss now, maybe some head after it's done." He shrugged casually.
You fought back a grin and an eye roll. Fair enough, you were gonna do that anyways.
"Fine." You groan, feigning irritation, leaning towards him on the wooden planks of the porch.
Eddie's lips enveloped yours easily, tongue slipping past your teeth cheekily, until you were giggling, pulling back with a raised brow. "Gotta finish the pumpkin if you want me to suck you off." You nodded towards the pumpkin in between his legs, smug at how he blushed under the moonlight.
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redistrictgirl · 7 days ago
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The Big Gut Check - Presidency
Disclaimer: This is NOT my model and this is NOT statistics-focused.
We’re in the final countdown to the second wacky federal election in a row. I have all the information I want to set some personal expectations, and a LOT of you wanted to see my hunch, so here it is. I disagree with my model.
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I think Vice President Harris is in a very good position heading into Election Day. I’m not saying that as a left-leaning hack, I’m saying this from the same place that made me predict the winners of 49 out of 50 states correctly in 2020. I’m also hopeful that, after four years of studying the intricacies of electoral politics in my free time, those feelings are even sharper. I doubt I’m going to bat .980 again, to be clear, but I think I can at least provide more insight than the people who just say “it’s close, IDK” or “Harris is gonna win South Carolina” or “New Hampshire is a tossup!”
Let’s break down what I expect to be the closest states as well as some of my hot takes, including my reasoning. Margin predictions will be within two points, because a four-point range tells us nothing and trying to call it within a single point is like trying to hit a dartboard bullseye with a giant Sharpie. My favorite points of consideration included:
My hypothesis of modern political gravity, where elections center around a D+3 margin (+/- 1) in the popular vote on presidential years.
Nate Silver’s, Nate Cohn’s, and Ettingermentum’s analyses of pollster herding (or adjusting of results excessively to match the consensus).
The final Selzer, Siena, and Marist polls, parsed with an understanding of them as snapshots and not predictions.
A few smart peoples’ analyses of early voting in Pennsylvania. (Ralston would have made it too if he didn’t drag his feet.)
General Thoughts: I think Ms. Harris is being underestimated, both because her national polling average has fallen substantially below the D+2 to D+4 range we would expect from our highly polarized electorate and because her statewide polling is atrocious compared to even that. Herding might be contributing here. Mr. Trump’s campaign, meanwhile, is incredibly nervous, to the point where THEY LEAKED AN INTERNAL THAT STILL SHOWED HIM LOSING GROUND FROM 2020. I’m also seeing a high enthusiasm factor from Democrats, not just in opinion polling, but on the ground compared to what I saw in the heart of Atlanta in Fall 2020 (to be fair, enthusiasm among the GOP is also clearly substantial!) I was real about Ms. Harris’ collapse in October, but I think she’s bouncing back at the perfect time and polls are missing it (similarly to Mr. Trump in 2016, some might argue.)
Wisconsin: Yes, this is probably going to be the tipping point state again. I don’t care that Pennsylvania is supposedly closer in the polls, this happened in 2020 too. That said, we have a very good poll for Ms. Harris here from Marist and the state shares a border with Iowa (more on that later). Harris +0 to +2
Pennsylvania: 2022 repeat. Early vote has been exactly what Democrats need and hedging has been berserk in this state. The only thing that makes me hesitate on this is an even poll from Siena, even if the Marist one was rough for Mr. Trump. Harris +1 to +3
North Carolina: This might be a little bit of a surprise given my… other Sun Belt takes. But there’s a fantastic poll for Ms. Harris here from Siena and I think an overall slightly bluer environment than polls indicate will also make this closer than the current data suggest. Though it could be a “Dewey Defeats Truman” situation, Marist’s poll last week is a bright spot for Mr. Trump. Gun to my head, Harris, but this is still my pick for the closest state presidentially. Trump +1 to Harris +1
Nevada: In the absence of Ralston’s guidance, I feel like there’s a lot of split signs between polling and demographics, but this feels like a state Mr. Trump wins in a squeaker. Trump +1 to Harris +1
Georgia: Say what you will about him, but the Georgia GOP is building momentum under Governor Brian Kemp. The top pollsters have broken a bit from the riffraff, being nicer to Democrats, but I don’t think it will be quite enough. Trump +2 to +0
Arizona: If you said this would be Mr. Trump’s best swing state two years ago, I would have laughed in your face. But the polling is undeniable at this point - the former President is approaching 50% in the averages and top pollsters have been even more impressive for him. The crank in me blames Katie Hobbes for being forgettable. Trump +4 to +2
Iowa: I think Ann Selzer might have her first genuine miss on her hands - it’s just too hard to construct a presidential-year environment where Ms. Harris wins the state or keeps it as close as The Big Seven. At the same time, unless she’s comically wrong (and I would never bet that hard against her), there’s almost certainly going to be very real, very substantial movement away from Republicans in the Hawkeye State. Trump +5 to +3
Maine’s Second Congressional District: I’ve been bearish on Mr. Trump here all cycle thanks to a poor showing for the GOP in 2022, and our very limited polling here seems to line up with that. Trump +4 to +2
Kansas: Very demographically similar to Iowa, it was zooming left even before this cycle, and the lone recent poll I believe we have from this state was almost as shocking as Selzer’s, only having the Vice President trailing by 5%. Trump +10 to +8
New Jersey: It would be strange for every non-giant state to trend left or mostly stagnate, and the Garden State seems like a prime candidate to move in Mr. Trump’s direction given its proximity to New York and high nonwhite and (to a lesser extent) Orthodox Jewish population. This is a very wild guess, but hey, no polling to contradict me. Harris +8 to +10
Texas: A rare example where I think pollsters might be herding in favor of Ms. Harris, considering the border (again), nonwhite population (again), and the fact that Siena’s most recent poll, despite being nearly ten days old, had Mr. Trump gaining in the state. Trump +7 to +5
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doctorquacks87 · 10 months ago
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Tougher than the toughest, smarter than the smarties, sharper than a sharpie..
Eviler than the evilies!!
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I have yet to write down this evil duck’s backstory
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justaboot · 1 year ago
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“Scrooge is a hero, tougher than the toughies, sharper than the sharpies…”
First and foremost Scrooge is a damsel, so write that down
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maswartz · 9 months ago
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I still hope the DT 2017 characterization of them doesn't just get forgotten the next they all show up
Like have Huey stay Smarter than the Smarties, Dewey stay Tougher than the Toughies, Louie stay Sharper than the Sharpies, and Webby stays bold and strong. And PLEASE don't let Della get left out!
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godfrey-the-chaos-duck · 1 year ago
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scrooge mcduck for weirdly specific character bingo?
oh PREPARE THYSELF
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He's amazing I love him he's such a BASTARD
Tougher than the toughies ✅
Smarter than the smarties ✅
Sharper than the sharpies ✅
Sillier than the sillies ✅✅✅
He is the most David Tennant character David has ever played in his life (yes this includes Crowley and The Doctor and everyone)
He has such a way with words I could listen to him all damn day
He probably has an incurable Shakespeare obsession (again, Tennant energy) I'm dying on this hill
Cat-like tendencies (see: this screencap)
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He's freakishly strong but somehow also Just A Little Guy
He needs a break so so so badly but will never ever let himself have one
Need I go on
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k-things74 · 4 months ago
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Louie’s painting!!
(THIS IS IN THE UNRELEASED CHAPTER!!)
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peachhoneii · 2 years ago
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“Goldie had to be a character that Scrooge was absolutely in love with, intimidated by, and absolutely furious with at all the time.”
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It’s hilarious to me that Scrooge boasts about being “sharper than the sharpies” when Goldie is defined as being sharper than him. We’ve seen it in their scenes together that she’s usually one step ahead.
The fact that Scrooge is genuinely intimidated by her can have so many meanings and interpretations as to why. Sure, she steals from him. Sold him to Portuguese pirates. He may be intimidated by how much he adores this woman. I don’t know. I am just goo-goo eyed for those two ducks.
I promise you Louie knows. Sharper than sharpies his ass. He knows what’s up. He knows who’s sharper than Scrooge McDuck.
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real-life-pine-tree · 1 year ago
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😁 It feels so good to have our scheming, sharper-than-the-sharpies girlboss back in action, cheeky giggles and all!
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