#Puppet Classroom Training

[marichild]

satosugu fics i entreat everyone to read

these are just some of the amazing fics I’ve read! I highly recommend every single one to my fellow satosugu lovers. you won’t regret it, I promise.

Carry Me Home by @valleykey [58.4k, completed, T]

The boy shifts on his feet. “The year is two thousand and eighteen? Common Era?” Slowly, smile still plastic on his face, Suguru faces Satoru. This fucking dumbass. “Satoru,” he says, dangerous edge to his voice, “what did you do?” Satoru makes some bastardization of a sound, half between a laugh and a cough.  “...Whoops?”  “I,” Suguru grits, pinching two fingers together, “am this close to mass murder.” He’s joking.  Probably.  ///OR: Shortly before Geto would have massacred a village, he and Gojo are thrust eleven years forward into a would-have-been future that Geto is conspicuously absent from.

愛のある場所; river of light (that brings me to you) by @yuzudetergent [66.8k, completed, T]

A lesson in love is a lesson in swimming. Except for Suguru, it's getting dropped into the deep end with the tide licking at his neck, no kickboard or life preserver keeping him afloat. (Or: This is how Satoru finds the ocean.)

achilles, only the dead stay seventeen forever by getou_suguru (dheiress) [7.9k, ongoing, T]

He looks like a little kid, insouciant and irreverent, smiling at you like that. This is how you want to remember him. “Winter snow melts into Spring, of course!” You open your mouth to laugh and laugh and laugh and— His breath tastes, inexplicably, like spun sugar and honey on your tongue.  (Gojou Satoru is not a God, not yet. But He will be and you think (you know) that you will be  the first to kneel in worship and offer Him your blood, your flesh. Build Him a temple inside the circle of your arms until He sinks inside your ribcage, there to dwell safe and sound and beating just for you.)  ((Pay attention, now. This is a story about how a boy—the Hallowed one, the enlightenment of all, the one who rose high above others, the one and only—fell.))

Always an Angel (Never a God) by 0atmlk [44.6k, ongoing, M]

"The first time I saw the sunset here, I wanted to send you a picture."  Suguru looked at him, surprised. "Why didn't you?"  "Because I knew you’d been here before on your own, it was probably something you'd seen plenty of times." Satoru paused. "But I almost did. Opened it and everything to send to you. Then I saw the date of the last message you sent. We were pushing year three. So I didn't." . . .  Suguru finds Satoru at fifteen. Satoru finds him at twenty-eight.

I’m Sorry: In Various Translations by @koifishscribbles [45.9k, ongoing, M]

The coffee in Satoru’s stomach curdles. He feels the weight of every one if those eight years roll through his entire body like an earthquake. All the missed sleep clings to his eyes, and the unsent texts threaten to erupt from his mouth. Getou Suguru. It is not that his stitches unravel. Those took years to craft, cinched with vitriol, and won’t be undone in a single moment. It’s his very being that unspools onto the dirty linoleum floor. He wants Suguru to pick him up and untangle the length of him. His fingers once again becoming familiar as they expertly craft him into something new, better.  —— Gojo Satoru has not seen his ex, Getou Suguru, since college. Until he shows up one day teaching in the classroom across the hall from him.

an anthology of bad ideas by ilovegetosuguru [9.5k, completed, gen]

Gojo panics and asks a very attractive stranger to be his fake boyfriend for a wedding.  Here’s the problem — there’s no wedding.  (Fake Dating AU)

april pink by @valleykey [3k, completed, gen]

“Dude,” Satoru says, first thing off the train, glasses sliding down, wide eyes peering over the rim, “you have, like, flowers. In your lungs.” “Oh really,” Suguru says, dry, “I hadn't noticed.”

Puppet On A String by @killjoyproductions [6.8k, completed, E]

“Huh,” he muses. “Are you… saving yourself for marriage?”  “Nope.”  “Are you asexual?”  Satoru shakes his head. “I’m not asexual, just a virgin.”

Autonomic Breath by finalproject [10.9k, completed, E]

She turns to Satoru and asks, "When did you know?"

Lies That Bind by Anonymous [48.1k, ongoing, E]

“Really now,” Gakuganji snorted, doubtful. “How convenient. Who is this alpha, then?” And of course, Satoru had seen that question coming as soon as his claim of having a mate was halfway out of his mouth, but by that point he was already talking and it was too late to stop. “So nosy.” He wagged his finger in a tut-tut motion in the geezer’s face, watching him turn a horrible shade of angry red. “It’s Geto Suguru, of course.” Satoru's sick and tired of all the higher-ups insisting he needs to find an alpha and settle down just because he's an omega, and the simple lie that Suguru is his mate seems like the easiest way to get some peace and quiet. What could go wrong?

like the tides, never standing still. by antepuer [1.1k, completed, T]

“I fucking hate it sometimes.” Suguru taps the ash off and looks at him. Puppy-dog eyes, has no idea what Satoru refers to, but it would be far from the first time. “What do you mean?” “Being queer.” He finally admits. “It fucking sucks.”

once we have sufficiently tortured one another by irrevenance [4.6k, completed, E]

Suguru’s throat goes dry. “You’re no longer a sorcerer,” he realizes, a hysterical laugh bubbling in his throat in response to the sick joke that has laid itself before him. “And you came to me?” “Yes,” Satoru says pleasantly. “What will you do about it,” and here he lowers both his eyelashes and his tone, a mockery of seduction, “Getou-sama?”

the dream house by irrevenance [6.1k, completed, E]

Suguru adopts two little girls, marries Satoru, and becomes a teacher. It’s not enough.

where shall we go tomorrow? by elivellichor [15k, ongoing, T]

“Who the hell are you, and what the fuck do you want from me?” a raspy voice hisses, breath on the shell of his ear, knocking Suguru out of his daze. Suguru tilts his chin up to better meet his pursuit face to face and goes breathless. Enraged and fiery cerulean eyes stare down at him with a twisted expression. This child is undeniably Gojo Satoru. He can’t imagine any other with a disposition so fiery and confrontational.  Or: an indulgent age-regression fic featuring One (1) Baby Gojo Satoru and One (1) Very Tired Geto Suguru feat. healing <3

Caesura by @cielelyse [85.5k, completed, M]

The first time they meet, Suguru and Satoru do not like each other. Arrogant, cocky, insufferable, they think. Despite the smirks Shoko gives Suguru, or the sighs Yaga gives Satoru, they do not like each other. Until a mission changes that.

it's not gay unless the domains touch by @hollow-lime-green [40.2k, completed, E]

Funny thing is, when you put up walls made of infinity, you don’t expect people to start slipping in. And you certainly don’t expect to start wanting them to. Gojo Satoru never had a chance to get used to people touching him. Suguru gets that, and he’s happy to help. That’s what good friends do, right? Alternatively: Geto Suguru is the most oblivious man alive.

two sorcerers chillin' in a hot tub (five feet apart cause they’re not gay) by @hollow-lime-green

Geto Suguru has almost two decades of practice pretending not to see things that are clearly there, and Gojo Satoru has a well-documented history of being the most socially-stunted motherfucker alive. That’s how they got here. That’s also why neither of them know where the hell they’re going with this.

BONUS! Baby Mine by @seaemberthesecond

There was something just slightly off in every interaction between Gojo-sensei and Fushiguro and once Yuji’d begun to notice it, he couldn’t unsee it. It wasn’t a bad kind of off – at least he didn’t think so – but it was just different from the way either of them acted around everyone else. * Or, Yuji's journey to discovering that Megumi is Gojo's baby boy, featuring: an insane amount of simping, the mundane indignities of being a parent, and a lot of Yuji snooping in places he really shouldn't be.

(aka, that fic I go back to all the time. gojo being megumi’s dad will never not be one of my favorite things ever.) (clearly)

[wonijin]

DOWNFALL

you just wanted more budget for the soccer team. unbeknownst to you, karina wanted more. and before you know it, you were both knee-deep in a dangerous game of sweet lies and bitter emotions.

TAGS: enemies to less than enemies lovers. 3.2k words. thick juicy sexual tension. slight smut at the end.

WARNINGS: manipulation and sexual themes

the sea of students part as karina walks through. you follow her long graceful strides with your fast march.

“come on, karina. aren’t you supposed to be the president here?” you complained lowly in karina’s ear. people are already whispering because of the unusual sight of you and the student body president, you didn't dare attract more by arguing with her publicly.

“i am. that’s why you’ll regard me as president yoo.” karina replied without sparing a glance at you, her cold eyes trained forward.

“well then, president yoo. the soccer club needs more funds. as the captain, i’d like you to raise our budget just a teensy weensy more.”

this exact line has left your lips too many times these past few days. but who could blame you, the girl beside you refused over and over, leaving you no choice but to insist.

“how many times have i told you? we can't. the budget has already been decided so you’ll have to do with what you have.” you both reached an empty classroom and you closed the door behind you immediately.

“fuck that. we missed championship last time because of your shit budgeting. you think i’d stand for the same shit twice.” your hands flew up in the air in frustration, inhaling a deep breath. karina points her icy glares toward you, freezing you in place.

“if you think you can just get whatever you want, then you’re dead wrong. i’m not like my predecessors who bends to every single one of your whims.”

your brows furrow at her words. before you could reply, she had already opened her mouth.

“so i suggest you either give up or you find another way to get to championships.” with that, karina slams the door shut, leaving you fuming and glaring at her back.

karina knows you. she’d seen firsthand your effect on people. she’d watched you break peoples heart. she’d witnessed your charm work to the previous presidents. only to be reduced to tears when they realize they are but a means to an end.

in her eyes, you tarnished the student council’s reputation. they were branded as your puppets. one word from you, and the most respected students karina knew heeded. all because they found you endearing. oh, how it broke the ever so hard working girl.

but karina won’t turn out like them. she refused to be. in fact, she’s on a mission to get revenge. for her friends and for the council. a mission to restore the student council to its former glory and to destroy you.

this is either the stupidest idea you ever cooked or the cleverest.

the school parking lot was flocked with students despite the scorching weather. while cars of all shapes, color and sizes lodged aimlessly.

“everybody! thank you for coming today!” you shouted at the top of your car, holding a megaphone in one hand. “welcome to the soccer team’s sexy summer car wash! where we wash your car in ways both you and the car will enjoy!” cheers erupted through the crowd. you peer among the people gathered and you think just how much you’ve earned from the participation fee alone.

“let’s get this party started, shall we?” you put down the megaphone beside you. the crowd goes wild as you remove your shirt. your team members followed after. and the parking lot is in chaos.

the party is in full swing with more and more people appearing by the hour.

“i didn’t think washing cars would be this fun.” winter giggled beside you as you fill up buckets of water. it was safe to say winter liked the attention. after all, many are already lining up to take her home tonight.

“of course, when have i ever had a bad idea?” you grinned.

“every idea of yours is bad,” winter’s nose scrunch, remembering all those times you got the team in trouble. “speaking of, are you sure karina won’t just pop up suddenly? i mean look at how many people there is, she’s gonna find out.”

“then, let her. we’re students and this is our school.” you shrugged but both you and winter know it isn’t as simple as that. at least not when it comes to yoo jimin.

“she already thinks you’re the devil who have sex with everyone in exchange for favors. this would only make shit worse between the both of you.” winter’s words rang true to ears. unfortunately, you chose to be deaf to reason, too consumed by your hatred for the president to heed her advice.

“she can do whatever she wants and i could care less, winter.” if karina wants to paint you as the villain, so be it. those girls, her friends and the past council members, they slept with you willingly. they tried to give you what you want in hopes of winning your heart. but they didn't and so they wept.

“and would you really stop all this just because theres a chance little miss president will come?” at that, both you and winter come back to the heart of the mob.

the team didn’t really have to try to be suggestive or anything. walking around shirtless and flexing your muscles every now and then is enough for this sexy car wash to be sexy. after all, who wouldn’t be satisfied with sweaty six pack abs.

you were washing the hood of someones volvo while the owner was flirting with you.

suddenly you hear a murmur ripple through the crowd. you craned your neck to see the sea of people part.

a koenigsegg jesko pierced the population of teenagers. its engines roar over the hush whispers and its ivory skin reflecting the awe-struck faces of the students.

the luxurious car stopped behind you. everybody fell silent and you stood up, each one eager to know who is the driver.

the door opened and everybody broke out in gasps and distinct whispers. you looked at her with wide eyes as you stood frozen in place.

karina sauntered over to you. confidently and slowly, like she owned all the time in the world. strangely, there was no hint of anger in her gorgeous face. but her eyes held something you couldn’t fathom.

imaginary electricity prickle your skin. the air around you gets more charge every step she takes. you try to school your expression once more.

karina stopped in front of you.

“karina-” you started. but her gaze kept your mouth from saying anything further. she raises her hand and a slender finger met your lips delicately. “shush.”

you quietly observe as she face the car you were washing. she inspects it silently. she traced the hood with her fingers without a word. bubbles gathered at the tip of her fingers. she lifts her hand once more and in a blink of an eye she flicked it over to you. the bubbles landing on your cheek.

“what the fuck?” before your hand can wipe your cheek, her hand stopped yours. the other landed on your cheek gently. you feel your throat get clogged up as your wide eyes meet her brown ones.

you inhaled sharply, shakily as she moved her thumb to remove the white foam. her face closer to yours than before, giving you the chance to admire her features. it was nothing short of perfection.

although you were more than certain the foam had long since left you face, her soft hands stayed perched on your face.

“what are you playing here, karina?” you growled lowly. karina smirks at your frustration. how entertaining to see you crumble.

she leaned impossibly closer. expensive perfume invaded your senses. your eyes closed for a second as you gulped. “you forget. this is my parking lot you’re standing on.”

“we’re students here, we’re allowed to use this space.” as if coming back to your senses, your back straightened as your hand flew to her waist. her smile faltered for a blink of an eye but you caught it. and your lips widened at the sight.

“my, why are you so defensive?” she giggled beside your hear. melodious as it sent your bare spine shivering. if that wasn’t enough, she brought her other hand to your abdomen. “i’m not here to stop your fun. i just dropped by to say hi to my favorite student.”

her body pressed against yours. so close, you can feel her ample chest. should your hands go any lower, it would meet her ass.

“what are you playing here, karina?” you ask one more time.

“i’m playing your game. so try not to lose,” each word left her mouth with diction and it registered onto your brain slowly. just as you were about to make a comeback, her lips planted a kiss onto your ear. you feel your body go red, your mind on haywire.

and when her spell has left your system, she was already in her car revving her engine.

the student body president had declared war. and so far, she’s winning.

“watch me get the highest bid. everybody wants a piece of this, no doubt.” giselle twirled, showing off her curves.

“i doubt anyone would even bid at you. they’ll be too busy putting their money on this.” kazuha replied, flexing her muscles.

everybody lined up back stage for the team’s charity dating. in truth, you’ve raised more than enough money for the team. however, you wouldn’t let the threat by the name of yoo jimin pass so easily. and everybody knows when you cross y/n l/n, you cross the whole soccer team.

so you made the perfect stage of revenge for your humiliation. that little scene from the car wash spread like wildfire, everyone who had a mouth were talking about it. good and bad.

“thanks. i owe you and the team.” you pat winter who is fixing her makeup in front of you. you were the last ones in the line.

“what do you mean? this would’ve happened sooner or later, with or without intervention from miss president.” winter laughed. she put down her mirror and turned her body towards you.

“it’s already too late to talk you down whatever insane plan you come up with. so i wish you luck instead” she smiled at you. winter already knew it will work, there wasn’t a time it didn’t. *captain never fails*, that’s the line the team holds onto.

then you heard her name get called on stage. not soon later, loud chants filled your ears.

and you were left with your own thoughts.

you knew karina was somewhere among the crowd. she’d bid for you until she wins. the night starts with the two of you. and that’s where your game begins. your favorite game, the chasing game.

you’ve never lost at this game. and you have no plans to.

“please welcome! consecutive season MVP for three years and of course captain of the soccer team, y/n l/n” the crowd roared your name. it echoes throughout the whole venue. adrenaline pumps throughout your body.

you smile and the crowd goes wild. “okay. we’re starting off 70K WON.” not a bad start, your pride tells you.

“120K WON.” could be better. your eyes scan the crowd. a woman like karina wouldn’t be hard to miss. no matter how many people are here.

“500K WON.” a gentle voice spoke up. everybody turned turned their heads towards the source. a woman holding the number “7” with a gloved hand.

there she is. sitting elegantly, dressed in white that shows of her milky shoulders. her hair down, her eyes piercing and her lips painted red. she looked ethereal just by sitting in a chair.

the crowd murmured as they watch karina throw the highest bid of the night. you were sure another wildfire had just been brought to life.

“going, sold! a date with miss l/n for 500K WON” the announcer clapped and the audience followed.

“well, folks. this officially ends the soccer team’s charity dating. thank you for coming. for those who won a date, enjoy. for those who didn’t, there are other ways and many more chances.”

you walk down the stage to where karina is standing. she patiently waits for you to reach her, eyes never leaving your figure.

“you must like crashing our parties.” you greet. you both know there’s no need to be hostile, for now at least.

“of course. like i would pass up the chance to see your miserable face.” she links your arms together. you hummed in response. “let me buy you a drink then. for bidding 500K WON for this miserable face.”

you let her guide you to the bar where she orders an expensive drink. figuring you wouldn’t be able to go through the night this sober, you settle for a beer.

“barbaric. just like how i imagined you.” she huffs through her nose. what a priss you thought.

“its a classic” you correct.

the bartender passes you the bar. without missing a beat, you drink some and leave some on your mouth. then, you press your lips to karina and passes the beer to her mouth.

the president makes a disgusted face that makes you chuckle. you see her throat bobbed up and down.

your eyes fly back to her face, “tastes better when its from my mouth, yeah?”

you invade her space until her familiar perfume invades your senses again. “you wanna play my game, karina? sure. i don’t mind.”

“but what i don’t understand is what you’re breaking your heart for?” you say like you already know she’s the one who’s going to end up in tears.

“break my own heart? as if you can get even close” she scoffs.

“because your friends cried over me? please, they knew what they were getting into. it was their fault for not paying attention enough.” you ignore her. and while your words ring true, she still felt anger bubbling in her chest.

“or is it because the past council treated me like a queen?” you look at her in the eyes and laugh lightly in disbelief. her brows furrow in a blink of an eye, but it was gone the moment it appeared.

“i didn’t tell them to do anything. everything they did, they did on their own accord. maybe that’s precisely why it pisses you.i just butter them up a little and suddenly all my wishes come true.”

you had struck a nerve. it was why she’s in this crusade to end you. she worked hard for her seat in the council, fought for her reputation and earned people’s respect. meanwhile, you didn’t do anything and people still kiss the ground you walk on.

people fail to see you. the true you. manipulative and toxic. only she does and it frustrates her.

“but that’s why i like you. while others were blind, you saw reason. they were too busy winning my favor but you were plotting my downfall.” you tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear.

suddenly, she grabbed you by your tie and crashes your lips together. her lips were soft as they looked. they contrast her aggressiveness. for a moment, both of you were list in your world full of hatred and anger for each other.

your teeth clashed and your tongues intertwine. when you pull away, a string of saliva connects both your lips.

karina takes your hand and lead you outside the venue where her expensive car is parked. both of you wastes no time getting in.

you don’t know how long the drive took but when you did arrive at her mansion, you were drowning in your own lust. in the blink of an eye, you were pinned in the door of her room.

your hands roam all over her, feeling every inch. her lips move from your lips to your jaw to your neck. while her hands reach lower and lower until she’s palming you. you throw your back.

“you think you’re so mighty.” she bites the skin beneath your ear.

“know what i like about being president?” she asks you even though shes aware you’re head is stuck in ecstasy to answer. “i get to put people like you in their place.”

karina rubs circles through your pants. your body burns at her touch, like there’s flames at her fingertips.

“why don’t i show you what your friends saw in me?”you breath out and she laughs at how stupid you sound. how could say that while you writhe under her fingertips.

“after all, you paid for a good time. let me show what your money is worth.” you you reach on to her back for the zipper of her dress. you pull it down, leaving her in her undergarments. your eyes feasts upon everything before you.

“like what you see?” she puts a finger on your chin, forcing your eyes to meet hers. she smirks before kissing you again, slowly this time. her hands quickly unbuttons your shirt and you shrugged it off, not breaking the kiss. you were about to remove your tie but she stops you. “keep it on.” she says firmly.

karina grabs you by the tie and pushes you onto her bed by your shoulders. she climbs onto top of your abdomen. her once more before she pulls away and puts hand on your chest to keep you down. with one hand, she takes off her bra. her boobs spilling for you too see. your eyes meet as her hands massages her voluptuous tits, moaning. she bit her lower lip and threw her head back, just to tease you.

unable to resist any longer, your hands reach out to touch. but her hands were faster, she removes the tie around your neck and binds your hands. “you can touch next time.”

“right now. all of you is mine.” her lips attack your neck until they’re red and purple. hands explore your body until they stop at your chest. squeezing them before removing your bra. her lips move onto them next. she pinched, sucked and you ached for more.

next, she removes your pants and your panties, leaving you bare before her. she admires and for the first time you feel your face flare from someone looking at your body.

as if testing the waters, she puts her knees between your thighs and raises them until her knees barely touch your bare core. “fuck.” you let out a breath.

“don’t worry. i won’t make you beg.” this time, the unsaid words hang on her tongue.

“i’ll give you everything you want tonight. until you’re too drunk to remember anything else but me.” your breath hitch as her hands rub circles on your thighs.

‘by the end of the night, you’re going to be wrapped around my finger’ the thought makes karina smirk.

she gives you one last kiss before diving down, disappearing between your thighs.

[glearyyyne]

Deja Vu Part 2

Part 1

Synopsis: Meeting you again was great for satoru as he began to sleep more just to meet you it began to be a problem in his real life, he tried to fix this problem but only ended up losing you.

Word Count: 6,025 Words

Warning: Angst, Sleeping pills, insomnia, mention of death, Imaginary friends (?)

Note: It's been a long time since I last posted I was just super duper busy with school and also because I got sick but thankfully I finished part 2 so enjoy!!!

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 "Today's training was so hard, I’m not even exaggerating. What the heck is that strength in those puppets that Yaga-sensei owns?!" Satoru ventured out on you as you listened to him, with your back against the tree while he was laying on your lap as Tomorrow was sleeping soundly and curled up beside Satoru.

"That's why you shouldn't judge them based on their appearance," you told him, as Satoru whined because he expected you to side him up.

As a month passed since you and Satoru met again and he apologized for forgetting the promise, you reassured him that it's fine, though he continued apologizing whenever he got the chance.

You noticed how he appeared at the usual time as it means he started sleeping more just to meet you. 

His daily routine became a rhythm: waking up, showering, eating, school, training, returning home, eating again, and brushing his teeth before heading to bed, just to meet you at the same place on the hill.

One day, you asked him, "Don't you think that the phrase 'you come at four o'clock in the afternoon, then at three o'clock I shall begin to be happy' sounds romantic?”

"Why?" Satoru asked, his curiosity piqued by your comment.

You smiled softly, feeling warmth in your chest as you gazed into his eyes. 

"Because it shows the anticipation and joy of waiting for someone you care about. Just like how I eagerly await our time together every day, knowing that seeing you brings happiness to my heart.” You answered.

Satoru's smile widened, and he gently intertwined his hand with yours, his touch sending a comforting warmth through you. 

As he leaned in, he placed a soft kiss on the back of your hand, eliciting a delighted giggle from you.

Satoru's heart raced with anticipation as he leaned closer to you, feeling the moment swell with tenderness. 

Just as he was about to close the distance between you for a kiss, the sound of a table slamming jolted him awake. 

Confusion clouded his senses as he looked around, only to see Shoko and Geto trying to suppress their laughter, while Yaga glared at him with disappointment.

Satoru realized he had fallen asleep in class.

Oh…

"Satoru!" Yaga's voice boomed, filled with disappointment. 

"This is the third time this week you've fallen asleep in my class. Do you think becoming a sorcerer entails sleeping through your studies?" He added.

Satoru's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he stammered out an apology. "I'm sorry, Sensei. It won't happen again."

Yaga sighed heavily, shaking his head. "You have potential, Satoru, but you need to apply yourself more. Don't let your laziness overshadow your talent."

Feeling chastised, Satoru nodded solemnly, determined to make amends for his lack of focus.

As the lecture finally came to an end, Satoru, Geto, and Shoko walked out of the classroom together. Satoru couldn't help but groan in frustration as the teasing from his friends began.

Geto chuckled, nudging Satoru playfully. "Looks like someone was having sweet dreams in class, huh?"

Shoko joined in, giggling teasingly. "I wonder who you were dreaming about, Satoru. Maybe a certain someone or a wet dream?"

Satoru rolled his eyes, trying to play it off coolly. "Ha ha, very funny, you two. Let's just focus on getting through the rest of the day without any more embarrassment, okay?”

But geto and shoko shared a look of concern that satoru didn't notice.

"Satoru, you know we're here for you, right?" Shoko's tone softened, her concern evident in her words.

Satoru stopped walking, his expression puzzled as he stared at his friends. "What?" he replied, unsure of what they were getting at.

Geto stepped forward, his voice gentle yet firm. "We're just worried about you, Satoru. You've been distant lately, and falling asleep in class isn't like you. Is everything okay?”

Satoru laughed nervously, trying to brush off their concern. "Come on, guys, no need to overthink things. I'm just tired from all the training."

But Shoko's serious expression stopped him in his tracks. "We're not joking, Satoru. We're genuinely worried about you."

Satoru's laughter faded as he paused, his mind racing as he tried to figure out what could be wrong.

Satoru stayed silent for a moment before finally speaking up, his voice strained. "I'm... fine," he said, his words lacking conviction. Shoko was about to respond when Satoru suddenly quickened his pace, leaving the two of them alone.

Shoko let out a heavy sigh, watching Satoru's retreating figure with concern etched on her face. Geto gently patted her shoulder, offering a comforting gesture. "He's maybe just handling some heir duty, you know?" he suggested.

"Yeah, but it feels unusual to not see the usual goofy Satoru we know," Shoko replied, her worry evident in her voice.

***

Satoru's chest heaved as he slammed the door to his dorm room, exhaustion weighing heavily on him after his impromptu marathon from school. 

Taking a moment to catch his breath, he went to the bathroom, the fatigue evident in every step.

Turning on the faucet, he splashed cool water onto his face, hoping to wash away some of the weariness that clung to him. 

As he looked up into the mirror, he couldn't help but notice the dark circles under his eyes, a stark reminder of his recent lack of sleep. 

Satoru sighed, realizing that his sunglasses wouldn't be enough to conceal the evidence of his exhaustion. 

Making a mental note to buy some concealer, he reached into a drawer and retrieved the sleeping pills he had been relying on for the past two weeks.

The weight of his actions hung heavy on him as he stared at the pills in his hand, a silent admission of his desperation to meet you again, even at the expense of his own well-being.

Satoru's gaze lingered on the sleeping pills, his mind filled with conflicting emotions. The memory of Shoko and Geto's concern weighed heavily on him, their worried expressions etched into his thoughts. 

He couldn't shake the guilt that gnawed at him, knowing that his actions were causing his friends unnecessary worry.

But then, a different image surfaced in his mind. 

It was you, smiling and waiting for him on the hill, your presence filling him with a warmth and comfort he couldn't find elsewhere. 

The thought of seeing you again, of basking in your company, pushed aside his doubts and fears.

With a heavy heart, Satoru tightened his grip on the pills, his resolve wavering. 

Ultimately, the longing to be with you won out. With a resigned sigh, he opened the bottle and retrieved a single pill, swallowing it down with a gulp of water.

As the pill slid down his throat, Satoru couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. But at that moment, the promise of meeting you again was enough to silence his doubts, if only temporarily.

Satoru moved quickly, stashing the bottle of pills back into the drawer before making his way to the mini-fridge. 

Retrieving a bottle of water, he took a few gulps to help swallow the pill more easily, the cool liquid soothing his parched throat.

Once he finished drinking, he made his way to his bed, the exhaustion weighing heavily on him. 

As he lay down, he could feel the effects of the pill beginning to take hold, a gentle wave of drowsiness washing over him.

Closing his eyes, Satoru let himself succumb to the embrace of sleep, the promise of meeting you again lingering in his mind as he drifted off into dreams.

***

As Satoru slowly blinked his eyes open, he was met with the sight of you standing at the top of the hill, a warm smile gracing your lips. Tomorrow wagged their tail excitedly, adding to the joyous atmosphere.

Unconsciously, a smile spread across Satoru's face as he made his way toward you. 

Once he reached the top, you enveloped him in a tight hug, filling him with a sense of warmth and comfort.

With a mischievous smirk, Satoru scooped you up in his arms, twirling you around as you held tightly onto his shoulders. 

"Having fun yet?" he teased, reveling in the playful moment as you giggled and protested, urging him to put you down.

Gently, Satoru lowered you back to the ground, his hands tenderly cupping your cheeks as he gazed into your eyes with affection. 

Without a word, he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a tender, passionate kiss.

You responded eagerly, the kiss deepening as you lost yourself in the moment. 

But the sound of Tomorrow's whining broke the spell, causing you both to pull away, giggling at the interruption.

"Well, someone's feeling left out," you teased Tomorrow, kneeling to scoop them up into your arms. "Don't worry, Tomorrow, we won't forget about you."

Tomorrow's tail wagged furiously as they licked your face in excitement, their whines quickly turning into joyful barks as they enjoyed the attention. 

While laughing, you carried Tomorrow, feeling grateful for the joy they brought to your moments together.

Satoru smiled warmly at the sight of you and Tomorrow, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him. You two always had a way of making him smile, no matter what challenges he faced.

Before long, the three of you settled onto the grass, leaning against the sturdy trees as you engaged in a heartfelt conversation about life. 

Satoru shared his dreams and aspirations with you, opening up about his hopes for the future. 

You listened intently, offering words of encouragement and support, while Tomorrow nestled comfortably between you, their presence a comforting reminder of the bonds you shared.

As the peaceful moment enveloped you, Satoru's words cut through the atmosphere. 

"This moment feels so good, yet I feel scared about what will come next," he confessed, his tone tinged with uncertainty.

Concern etched across your face, “Why?” You asked him.

"I don't know," Satoru replied, his voice heavy with self-doubt. "I don't think I deserve to be here, all happy while ignoring the sins I've committed as a sorcerer."

His words hung in the air, laden with the weight of his conscience. You reached out, taking his hand in yours, offering silent support and understanding as he grappled with his inner demons.

"I promise, we'll navigate through this together, no matter what obstacles come our way," you reassure him, your voice filled with conviction. 

As you caress his hand with your thumb, you convey a sense of comfort and solidarity, silently promising to stand by his side through thick and thin, come what may, whether it be heaven or hell.

Satoru smiled softly at your words, but all good things must come to an end.

Satoru's smile faltered as Tomorrow abruptly woke up from their nap, their ears twitching in alarm as they searched for the source of the disturbance. 

Before anyone could react, Tomorrow bolted away, leaving you and Satoru speechless in their wake.

"Tomorrow!" you shouted, instinctively moving to follow them, but Satoru gently grasped your arm, stopping you in your tracks. 

"Hey, calm down," he urged, his voice steady despite the concern etched on his face.

But you were frantic, your mind racing with worry.

 "I can't calm down," you insisted, your voice trembling with anxiety. 

"It's been a while since Tomorrow acted like this. Something bad will happen, I just know it. That's why they ran away, to try and hide somewhere safe.” You explained. 

Satoru was about to ask you when you managed to slip off of Satoru's grip and chase after Tomorrow, leaving him standing there in confusion, a sense of regret began to gnaw at him. 

He hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to follow you or stay behind.

But as he watched you disappear into the distance, a sinking feeling settled in his chest. 

He knew deep down that he would regret not chasing after you at that moment.

Little did he know, that decision marked the beginning of a streak of bad luck that would haunt him in the days to come.

**

The following days unfolded like a nightmare for Satoru. 

With the passing of the Star Plasma Vessel and Geto's horrifying massacre of his hometown, additionally, with Geto being expelled from Jujutsu High, Satoru felt like he was drowning in despair. 

Each passing day seemed to weigh heavier on his soul, and he found himself struggling to cope with the harsh realities unfolding around him.

Unable to bear the crushing weight of the world on his shoulders, Satoru turned to sleeping pills more frequently, desperate to see you, even if only in his dreams. 

At first, he convinced himself that he was fine, that the pills were just a temporary escape from the harshness of reality.

But as time went on, he realized that he had become dependent on them, relying on their numbing effects to shield him from the pain of the world outside. 

And when he was caught, everything came crashing down around him.

Yaga's stern gaze bore into him as he slammed the bottle of sleeping pills onto the table, the harsh sound echoing through the room.

Satoru knelt before him, feeling a wave of shame and guilt wash over him as he realized the extent of his trouble.

Yaga sighed heavily, his hand rubbing his forehead in exasperation. "Satoru, I need you to explain to me why you're taking these medications when Shoko never prescribed them for you," he demanded, his tone stern.

Satoru cursed inwardly, cursing himself for leaving the door unlocked while he slept, which gave Shoko the advantage to sneak inside his dorm. 

‘If only I hadn't been so careless,’ he thought bitterly. He knew there was no escaping the truth now; he would be caught sooner or later.

Satoru met Yaga's gaze with a sigh, knowing he had no choice but to come clean.

"I just couldn't sleep at the right time with all of the mess happening these days, that's why I'm taking them," Satoru explained, carefully keeping the part about using the pills to see you.

Yaga sighed, his expression skeptical. "It feels like you're not telling the whole truth," he said, his voice tinged with disappointment.

"I am telling the truth," Satoru insisted, meeting Yaga's gaze with pleading eyes, hoping to convince him of his sincerity. 

Yaga sighed heavily, the weight of the decision evident in his expression. "I have no choice, Satoru, but to have you put on the monitor," he said regretfully. 

"We can't risk you obtaining more sleeping pills without our knowledge. You know how your clan behaves when they suspect something has happened to their heir. It's best to have Shoko come to your room periodically to prevent any conflict between your clan and Jujutsu High." Yaga explained.

Satoru sighed in defeat, knowing there was little he could do to argue against Yaga's reasoning. 

With a nod, he agreed to the arrangement, accepting the consequences of his actions.

Yaga dismissed him with a wave of his hand, and Satoru left the classroom with a heavy heart, walking through the hallway with an annoyed look, feeling the weight of his mistakes pressing down on him.

Satoru was feeling more stressed.

Shoko's heart raced as she watched Satoru emerge from the room, feeling relief and concern. Without hesitation, she hurried over to him, reaching out to grab his wrist and stop him in his tracks.

"What?" Satoru asked, annoyance evident in his tone as he turned abruptly to face her.

"Thank goodness," Shoko began, her words tumbling out in a rush of relief. "I was worried Yaga-sensei might expel you or something because of the pills-"

But before she could finish her sentence, Satoru cut her off, his frustration evident. "Why? Why did you come to my room last night?" he demanded, his voice tinged with irritation.

Caught off guard, Shoko nervously laughed, trying to diffuse the tension. "Well, I was just trying to check up on my friend. Isn't that wrong?" she asked, hoping to deflect his question.

Satoru scoffed at Shoko's response, his frustration bubbling over. "At night? Seriously? You could've come when it was daylight!" he raised his voice, his irritation palpable.

"It's not my fault that I was just worried about you, Satoru!" Shoko shouted back, her voice cracking with emotion. "I'm scared. I'm scared of what's happening to you after what happened to Geto. I-I didn't want to lose you now that Geto's gone," she explained, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

"You could've died there, Satoru, if you'd taken more than one pill," Shoko added earnestly, her voice trembling with concern.

But Satoru seemed to dismiss her words, his frustration boiling over. "We wouldn't even be in this situation if you knew your place! This is my business, Ieri, and I don't need you to meddle in it!" he angrily expressed, his tone cutting and harsh.

Shoko flinched at the sudden intensity of his words, taken aback by the venom in his voice. It was the first time she had seen Satoru react with such anger, and it left her feeling shaken and hurt.

As Satoru walked away, leaving Shoko standing there alone, he felt a pang of guilt wash over him. 

He sighed heavily, realizing how his outburst had scared her, someone who had always been there for him. Despite his frustration, he knew he had crossed a line.

Rushing back to his dorm, he slammed the door loudly behind him, the sound echoing through the room. His hands trembled as he ruffled his hair in a disheveled state, his mind consumed by chaotic thoughts.

 The name of the sleeping pill echoed in his mind, tempting him with its false promises of escape.

With a sinking feeling, Satoru slowly began to realize the depths of his addiction to sleeping pills. It was a realization that filled him with both shame and dread, knowing that he was spiraling further into darkness with each passing day.

As Satoru struggled with his addiction to sleeping pills, he found himself haunted by memories of your sweet-drunk smile, a tantalizing allure that he couldn't shake. 

In moments of weakness, his hand would instinctively reach out as if trying to grasp onto your image, only to be met with empty air.

With a heavy sigh, Satoru covered his face with his hands, feeling the weight of his longing pressing down on him. He knew he needed to be patient, to wait for the night to come when he could hopefully find sleep without relying on the pills. 

But the knowledge that the pills had been confiscated only added to his anxiety, leaving him feeling helpless and vulnerable.

**

As Satoru found himself on the familiar hill, he couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that hung in the air.

The atmosphere, usually filled with joy and comfort, now seemed to give a gloomy vibe that unsettled him.

Searching for you, Satoru's eyes scanned the surroundings, hoping to catch a glimpse of your familiar figure. 

His heart sank when he spotted you, leaning against the tree with your back turned to him. Tomorrow was nowhere in sight, adding to the anxiety inside him.

With cautious steps, Satoru approached you, a knot of worry forming in his stomach. 

He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, and he feared what he might discover when he finally reached your side.

Satoru's heart sank as he knelt beside you, his concern growing as he took in the sight of your tear-streaked face. His eyes widened in shock as he noticed the swelling and blood on your cheek, his instincts kicking in as he gently wiped away the blood.

"What happened? Why are you crying? Where is Tomorrow?" Satoru's questions tumbled out in a rush, his mind racing with worry.

But as you slowly revealed what you were hiding, he was speechless. 

Satoru stared in disbelief as you slowly revealed Tomorrow's unconscious body, blood staining its fur. His breath caught in his throat as the truth sank in.

Tomorrow was dead.

As you gently placed Tomorrow's lifeless body on the ground and placed your hand on Satoru's shoulder, he tried to process the devastating turn of events. But his thoughts were interrupted by your words, leaving him in disbelief.

"Satoru, listen to me, okay?" you said, your voice trembling with emotion. "I know it's been fun to meet you here but promise me you'll stop coming here from now on."

The words hit Satoru like a knife, leaving him in shock. "Stop coming? No, no, you don't understand," he protested, desperation creeping into his voice. "You told me we could overcome this!"

Tears streamed down your face as you struggled to explain. 

"I'm... I'm sorry. I can't fulfill that promise to overcome this, not when Tomorrow's gone," you sobbed, your grief overwhelming.

"No, we- we can find some way-" Before Satoru could finish, you spoke again, your words cutting through the air like a knife. 

"No! You don't understand, Satoru! I'm nothing more than just your imagination! That's why your maids or your family can't see me back then! You... you just can't accept that I'm not real!" Your voice cracked with anguish, delivering a cold truth that left Satoru speechless.

"I... I can't stop because this is my only escape from the world that's turned its back against me," Satoru slowly explained, his voice choked with emotion as tears streamed down his face.

You reached out, gently removing his sunglasses, revealing his shining blue eyes brimming with tears of pain. Your heart ached at the sight, knowing the depth of his suffering.

"I know it's hard, but... Satoru, you need to let me go, please," you begged, your voice trembling with desperation. Despite the pain it caused you, you knew it was the only way for him to not hide away from reality.

Satoru's heart pounded in his chest as he shook his head, refusing to accept what you were saying. But you insisted, your voice filled with sorrow and resignation as you apologized for what you were about to do.

"I'm sorry for what I will do to you Satoru," you told him.

Before Satoru could protest, you pushed him with unexpected force. 

His eyes widened in shock as he stumbled backward, expecting to feel the grass beneath him. But instead, he was engulfed by darkness, falling into a black hole that seemed to swallow him whole.

Desperate to call out to you, Satoru opened his mouth to scream your name, but no sound came out. 

It was as if his voice had been stolen again, leaving him trapped in a silent void of despair.

**

Satoru's heart raced as he woke up abruptly, disoriented and gasping for breath. Panic surged through him as he tried to make sense of his surroundings, his eyes scanning the unfamiliar white ceiling above him.

"Oh god, you're finally awake," a voice exclaimed, and Satoru quickly turned to see Shoko standing beside him.

"Why am I here?" Satoru asked, his voice trembling with confusion as he attempted to sit up, but Shoko gently stopped him.

"Stop moving, you've been in a coma for like 3 days," Shoko explained, her voice tinged with concern.

Satoru's eyes widened in shock at the revelation, his mind struggling to comprehend what had happened during those lost days of unconsciousness.

As Satoru processed Shoko's words, flashes of memories flooded his mind, each one more painful than the last. 

He remembered the broken look on your face, the tears streaming down your cheeks as you pleaded with him to stop coming back, to let you go.

The image of you holding Tomorrow's lifeless body, your grief-stricken expression etched into his memory, haunted him. 

He felt a heavy weight settle in his chest as he stared at his hands, grappling with the realization that maybe he had caused you so much pain.

What has gone wrong?

Shoko observed how lost Satoru seemed in his thoughts, his expression clouded with confusion. With a sigh, she gently drew his attention back to the present.

"I think you were consuming too many of the pills," Shoko stated, her tone laced with concern. 

"It's left you malnourished. I never thought I'd see a day when you'd be malnourished... Were you not eating enough food after school?"

Satoru blinked, surprised by her observation. "I do eat," he replied, his voice tinged with defensiveness. 

"I just feel really sleepy after class, so I head to bed early." Despite his explanation, he couldn't shake the unease that settled in the pit of his stomach.

Shoko eyed Satoru suspiciously, her intuition telling her that there was more to the story. 

"But you still managed to fall asleep in Sensei's class, even though you got enough sleep after class?" she pressed her tone firm.

Caught off guard, Satoru choked on his saliva, feeling caught once again. 

"Sensei's class is boring!" he blurted out, attempting to defend himself with a weak excuse. 

But even as the words left his mouth, he knew that Shoko saw right through his feeble attempt to deflect the conversation.

She only sighed and continued to discuss his condition and the need for him to stay in the infirmary room for the time being, Satoru listened attentively, though his mind was elsewhere. 

His thoughts were consumed by you, by the desperate need to find a way to fix what had gone wrong between you two.

Even as Shoko left the room to give him some rest, Satoru couldn't shake the weight of his guilt and the ache of his longing for you.

He glanced down at his arm, confirming what Shoko said that he was indeed malnourished. 

He knew he should be eating, but the thought of food left him feeling nauseous, his appetite suppressed by his overwhelming emotions.

Closing his eyes, Satoru tried to sleep, hoping to find solace in the dream where he could see you again and make things right. But in his dream…

He never saw you at the top of the hill.

**

Satoru groggily muttered, "Fuck, what day is it?" as he rubbed his tired eyes. 

It had been a week since he started isolating himself in the infirmary room. 

Unable to accept the reality that every time he slept, he couldn't meet you, instead finding himself trapped in a dark void that haunted him, he struggled to find rest, battling with insomnia.

Whenever Shoko tried to check up on him, he would turn his infinity on, shutting himself off from the outside world.

He couldn't bear the thought of anyone touching him, not when he couldn't distinguish between reality and the fading memory of you.

Satoru's head swiveled softly towards the door at the sound of the knock, but he remained silent, refusing to acknowledge Yaga's presence.

"Satoru, I heard what happened. I placed some food by the door so you can open up and eat," Yaga's voice filtered through the door, a note of concern evident in his tone.

"I know it's hard, but please let Shoko check up on you. We need to find the problem you're facing right now."

But Satoru shook his head, his hand instinctively covering his ear, blocking out Yaga's words. He had no desire to hear from him anymore.

Anxiety rushed through Satoru, overwhelming him as he felt desperate to see you again. 

His thoughts raced, his heart pounding with the need to escape the suffocating darkness that surrounded him.

In a moment of desperation, he remembered the stash of sleeping pills hidden away in one of the drawers in the infirmary room. 

Without hesitation, he got out of bed, his movements frantic as he searched through every drawer, his hands trembling with anticipation.

Each drawer he opened revealed nothing but disappointment, sending a surge of frustration coursing through him. 

As Satoru frantically searched through the drawers, his agitation growing with each empty one he encountered, he muttered under his breath, "Where is it?"

His voice was tinged with desperation, his hands shaking as he rifled through the contents, his heart pounding with the need to find the sleeping pills.

As Satoru's hands finally closed around the container of sleeping pills, a sense of relief washed over him. 

Without hesitation, he opened the container and tipped the remaining pills into his hand. 

He knew he should only take one, but the overwhelming desperation to see you again clouded his judgment.

In a reckless act, he swallowed all the pills in one swift motion, ignoring the warning signs flashing in his mind.

The room spun around him, his vision growing dizzy as he collapsed to the ground, the effects of the pills taking hold with frightening speed.

**

Satoru woke up to find himself lying on the grass in an endless field, he stood up to dust off the dirt on his clothes before he proceeded to shout.

Satoru's voice echoed across the endless field as he shouted you and Tomorrow's name, his desperation showed in every word. "I'm sorry, please! Don't just push me away like that!" he pleaded, his voice tinged with anguish.

Before he could continue shouting, a magical sound filled the air, causing him to turn around. His heart skipped a beat as he saw a glowing figure standing before him, eerily identical to you.

"[Reader's Name]?" Satoru whispered, his voice barely above a breath. But before he could reach out to touch you, the glowing figure turned and ran, disappearing into the distance.

Driven by an overwhelming sense of longing, Satoru chased after the figure, his heart pounding in his chest as he searched desperately for a way to reach that glowing person.

As Satoru continued to chase the glowing figure across the endless field, time seemed to blur together, the passage of hours unnoticed in his desperate chase. 

It was only when he felt the sun beginning to set, casting a golden hue over the landscape, that he realized how much time had passed.

Finally, the glowing figure slowed to a stop, and Satoru halted as well, his chest heaving with exertion. "Is that you?" he gasped out, his voice barely a whisper as he stared at the radiant form before him.

But no matter how much he strained to see, the figure's face remained obscured by the intense light, leaving Satoru with more questions than answers. 

The frustration and longing welled up inside him, an ache in his heart that seemed impossible to soothe.

The glowing figure approached Satoru, their touch gentle as they caressed his cheek, a bittersweet warmth emanating from their hand. As they spoke, their words pierced through Satoru's heart like a knife, each syllable carrying the weight of undeniable truth.

"They're gone. They're just your imagination," the figure said softly, their voice echoing in the empty expanse of the field. "You need to let them go."

Tears threatened to spill from Satoru's eyes as he shook his head in denial. "No, no, it can't be," he protested, his voice trembling with anguish.

"They were created by your mind when you were a child, desperate for friends," the glowing figure continued, their tone filled with compassion. "Now that you're growing into adulthood, your mind is beginning to reject them, to erase them. But your heart clings to them, unwilling to let go. Please, forget them, or it will only hurt them more."

Satoru's heart felt heavy with grief as he grappled with the painful realization that you and Tomorrow may have only ever existed within the confines of his imagination. But even as he struggled to accept the truth, a part of him resisted, unwilling to relinquish the memories and the love he held for you both.

As the truth sank in, Satoru's heart clenched with sorrow, understanding now why Tomorrow had run away. 

Their instincts had sensed the impending rejection by his mind, prompting them to seek refuge in hiding.

"Will I ever meet them?" Satoru asked, his voice tinged with a mix of hope and resignation as he gazed at the glowing figure before him, though he already knew the answer.

"Unfortunately, I don't have the right to tell you that," the figure replied, their voice filled with a gentle sadness. "I only came here to see your determination to [reader's name]."

Satoru's heart sank at the confirmation of what he had feared. 

"They're in a better place for them now, don't worry," the glowing figure reassured Satoru, their words offering a glimmer of solace amid his anguish.

Satoru's lips curled into a soft smile at the thought of you and Tomorrow finding peace, but it was quickly overshadowed by the overwhelming flood of tears that spilled from his eyes. With a heavy heart, he sank to his knees, the weight of his grief pressing down on him like a crashing wave.

As he cried out in anguish, consumed by the pain of loss, he didn't even notice how the glowing figure slowly began to fade away, their presence fading into the darkness of the night. 

Alone in the dim light of the setting sun, Satoru whispered his apologies into the empty expanse of the field, his words lost to the vastness of the night sky.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry [reader's name]," he murmured, his voice filled with a raw, unspoken sorrow that echoed into the darkness.

I’ll never forget you [reader’s name]...

I’ll never ever forget you, I promise…

I’ll never… who am I not supposed to forget?

Satoru's head snapped up, a surge of panic coursing through him as he struggled to recall the name of the person he shouldn't be forgetting. 

"No—no, who— who was it?!" he exclaimed frantically, his mind racing in a desperate attempt to grasp onto the fading memory.

With trembling hands, he opened his palm and used his finger as an imaginary pen, trying to spell out the name of that person. 

But try as he might, all he could manage was to draw a line, his efforts futile as the name slipped further and further from his grasp.

Tears stung his eyes once more as the weight of his forgetfulness settled upon him, a crushing reminder of the fragments of his reality slipping away. In that moment of vulnerability, he felt utterly lost.

Satoru cried out in pain as his head throbbed, feeling like it might explode. He tried to stand up but stumbled and fell again. 

Everything spun around him, and he couldn't find his balance. Before he knew it, he was falling into the darkness once more, feeling helpless and scared he screamed, but his voice disappeared into the black hole. 

He felt like he was disappearing too, lost in the darkness and unable to find his way back.

***

"Satoru!" The voice called out urgently, pulling Satoru from the depths of unconsciousness. His eyes fluttered open, his vision blurry as he struggled to make out the figures hovering over him.

As his surroundings slowly came into focus, Satoru realized he was lying in an infirmary bed. Shoko and Yaga stood beside him, their expressions a mix of concern and relief.

"Satoru, thank goodness you're awake," Shoko exclaimed, her voice filled with worry. "We were so worried about you. You almost didn't make it. You overdosed on the sleeping pills, but thankfully, you survived."

Yaga nodded solemnly, his brow furrowed with concern. "You gave us quite a scare, Satoru," he added, his voice tinged with relief that Satoru had pulled through.

Satoru's heart clenched with guilt as he listened to their words, the realization of how close he had come to losing everything hitting him like a punch to the gut. 

“I’m sorry” Satoru's voice trembled as he muttered a heartfelt apology, tears welling up in his eyes once more. 

Shoko and Yaga moved closer to him, offering words of comfort and reassurance, their presence a source of solace in his moment of vulnerability.

Throughout the day, they spoke to him, their words a steady stream of support and encouragement. 

But despite their efforts to console him, Satoru's mind remained preoccupied with thoughts of the person he had been trying so desperately to remember.

Who are you?

[tumbling-through-deepspace]

Swapped

I had a thought about what if MC took the place of the original for a day. This was birthed from that thought.

Lyssa takes Bree's place at work.

Count: 771 words

Warnings: chaotic little 4 year olds.

Genre: humor, au.

Breaking the fourth wall series. Previous >>>next

Lyssa placed the cold towel against Bree's forehead as the woman whimpered in pain. Waking up this morning to a massive headache that later transformed into having head-fever was unexpected.

Okay, maybe it wasn't that unexpected. Her students came to school with either runny noses, sneezing or developed fever throughout the week and despite sanitizing, promoting hand washing, encouraging parents not to send their sick kids to school to prevent infection spread, all failed. Now, here Bree was, sick.

"You know, I never understood why you would be under the weather so often. Now, I get it. Would it be the end of the world if you do not hug your students when they aren't well?"

Bree gave a pained chuckle "… not as simple as you think it is. However, I promise I tried."

Scoffing, the hunter grabbed Bree's phone, "I'm going to message your headmistress letting her know you won't be in for a few days."

"Lyssa, NO!" while grabbing her shirt sleeve.

"I'm not letting you go to work like this."

"I don't have anymore PTO or sick leave I can take. I'll be fine."

"No, Bree, and if Zayne or Sylus were here, they wouldn't let you go either."

Pouting but not letting go of Lyssa's shirt sleeve, Bree gave her best pleading face and quietly whispered "but my babies."

They maintained eye contact until Lyssa broke it first. "You're still not going to work, but I will."

"Wait — what?

Lyssa entered the nursery school at precisely 7:30 am, having had a crash course on who the staff were, Bree's students and just basic things to look out for. Luckily Bree had pictures of everyone and a simplified verison of her lesson plan for the day. Thank goodness, plus it was Friday.

"Good morning teacher."

Coming back into focus, her eyes landed on a little girl with pigtails. Alright, moment of truth. "Good morning, Mira."

She watched as Bree's student hung up her bag and went for the puppet corner. Bree told her to expect when her students arrive that they are familiar with their routine, all she needed to do was maintain classroom control and teach the topics in the lesson plan.

The little girl didn't talk much, so Lyssa took the time to set up materials and get the classroom ready. Student after student arrived, taking their name card from the large house template and moving them to the school template.

The hunter was amazed by the students, their speech, the chaotic personalities, their creativity, the things they made using blocks, they seem to enjoy roleplaying the most.

"I am the chef, Juno. My food is much better than Jules. Now hand me a plate so I can give teacher breakfast."

Lyssa raised an eyebrow, she had to admit they were very entertaining and then the hugging began, as much as she tried to avoid them, she couldn't. They were sneaky, catching her offguard. Wanderers never gave her such an issue.

One had a consistently runny nose and tried touching her as often as she could. Didn't her parents know not to send a sick child to school.

"Azarie, you can't touch teacher with your hands. You need to wash them."

The rest of the morning passed with laughter and noise. When it was noon and the class dismissed, students leaving to go home, Lyssa let out an exhausted breath.

Four hours of little balls of energy and she felt like she just came out the most gruling training. How the heck Bree does this five times a day for weeks on end without loosing her mind was nothing short of amazing.

Finally it was time to leave. Lyssa bid everyone a happy weekend and hurried out of there. So after picking up Bon-Bon from play school and returning to Bree's residence, the first thing she did was check on her.

"Mommy!" squealed the toddler as she ran into the bedroom, jumping onto the bed.

"shh— try not to shout chick."

"It's okay. My head doesn't hurt as much. Hey my baby, did you have fun at school today?"

The toddler enthuastically spoke a mixture of english and gibberish.

"How do you do that?"

Bree looked up, raising a brow "what do you mean?"

"You're not 100% yet you have energy for her, and your students are crazy dramatic, loud, and full of unrefined energy. I commend you."

Bree let out a laugh. "They got to you… didn't they?"

"Let's just say i'll never doubt you again, and you can't get me to do this another time."

"This was your idea not me."

No lie there.

[angstywaifu]

The Lost Sister - Part 24

Synopsis: Xaden is known as an only child due to his sister who 'died' during the Rebellion. Little do they know she didn't die and has been so close this entire time.

Garrick Tavis x OC A/N: Just want to say thank you to all of you who have joined in on this series in the last week. There is so many of you now! Hope you're enjoying it! This week is a smaller one, but I can promise you will not be disappointed with some of the stuff you will find out. Enjoy!

The Lost Sister Masterlist | Masterlist

It feels like I blink and December flies by. And with it, the return of challenges. We had been given a break around threshing. Giving us time to adjust to our dragons, the new training we had to take up, and any signets that might manifest. Which was probably a smart idea. There were plenty of signets amongst the first years that could have been deadly if they manifested in a challenge where no rules were in play. I hate to think what my signet would have done if it manifested during a challenge.

But now I had the challenge of not using my signet during the challenges. With a classified signet I was restricted in what I could show around the other students. The only place I was technically allowed to use my signet was around Carr. So far he seemed impressed with the progress I was making. Well the progress I was willing to show him. Which so far was moving objects and even him around. Controlling a human was way harder than an object. That night of the attack had seemed so easy, but Carr had informed me due to the situation I had probably delved deep into my power to save myself. I had made that cadet drop that dagger as if it was natural and something I had willed. Carr was a different story. He looked like a puppet. His movements were janky and rigid. I had to remind myself I was also going up against someone who knew how to shield very well. Another thing I would have to learn to break through he told me. Something I would have to practice with Xaden or Garrick in our training sessions after classes. Outside of Carr’s private sessions I now no longer needed to delve into my mind, into that courtyard to focus on someone’s mind and sense what they were feeling. I was starting to pick up on more their strengths, weaknesses and emotions. I was getting small glimpses into their mind. Nothing solid that I could pinpoint what it was, but it was progress. Progress I hoped I could turn into reading opponents intentions. Not that I needed it. Melgren’s training had taught me how to read my opponents movements and stances, to predict what their next move might be. But only time would tell.

As the rest of my squad head to another round of challenges, a round I could tell Violet and Liam were extremely nervous about, I walk through the door to Carr’s classroom. And it’s clear this lesson will be different to the last. Standing in front of Carr is Dain Aetos. The only other cadet in the quadrant with a classified signet. Dain turns as I walk in, his eyes narrowing, clearly not expecting me either.

”Excellent, you received my note.” Carr says with a smile. “You’ve proven you can handle a weapon without any issue so I thought we could use the time to strengthen your signet and test Dain’s.”

Dain turns his head back to Carr, confusion written all over his face. “And how do you expect to test me sir?”

Carr gives Dain one of the smiles that always sends a chill down my spine. “Miss Riorson here has a very very rare signet. The first of its kind. And if the tomes I have studied over the years are anything to go by, she should have a very powerful shield. One so powerful, it should be able to stop anyone from accessing her mind.”

Shit. He planned to see if Dain could access my memories. And if Carr was wrong, Dain would have open reign on everything I know. Everything from the rebellion. Everything from my time with Melgren. And everything that had happened since I had been here. Including the information I now knew about the weapons smuggling and the Gryphon riders. Shit.

Relax. You will be fine. He will not be able to get anything. Mealladh says confidently in my head.

So Carr is right? I ask, relief washing over me.

Yes. You have a very strong shield. Even before I chose you and you manifested your signet. It is one of the reasons I chose you. No one without a dragon or a signet should have a shield as strong as yours. The colonels son wont be able to make a dent in it unless you let him in. Which for you, can be harder than learning to shield for most cadets. You won’t have to do a thing.

Mealladh’s words fill me with confidence as I walk over and drop my bag next to Dain’s on the floor. Carr merely nods at Dain and motions towards me. Signalling to start. Carr had not uttered a word of Dain’s signet. He assumes I don’t know what it is. Probably hoping if he is wrong that I will have no time to stop what is coming. But Xaden and Garrick had known. I assume as those higher up in the Quadrant they had access to the information. I had never asked how they knew. I just knew to avoid his touch. But right now I had no choice. I just had to hope and believe what Mealladh said was true.

Dain turns to me and holds his hands up, hovering either side of my head. He’s nervous. “My signet relies on touch. You ok if i-”

”Just do it.” I tell him sternly, cutting him off.

Dain nods before placing his hands either side of my head, closing his eyes as if needing to focus. But I keep mine open and focused on him. I watch as his eye brows furrow in confusion, as if not expecting what he finds. Or what he doesn’t find. I can feel something faint, very faint at the edge of my mind. The sensation remind me of a feather being dragged across my skin. I hadn’t tried to put my shields up like Melgren taught me. It was like they we’re already there. Already solidified in place. Unbreakable. I feel the sensation again, as if the feather is trying to break through. I can see Dain’s face shift at the effort. As if he is trying to hammer through my shield with great force. But to me, its as if barely anything is happening. I do what Melgren had taught me, slamming up the shield. I watch as Dain recoils as if shocked, his hands leaving my head as his eyes fly open, his chest rising rapidly as he struggles for air.

”I-I couldn’t see anything.” He tells Carr, his eyes still focused on me.

Out of the corner of my eyes I watch Carr smile again. “And let me guess, you tried to put up an actual shield at the end there?” His question directed at me.

I nod. “Yes.”

Even as I keep my eyes on Dain who looks like he is still trying to figure out what happened, I see the joy in Carr’s eyes. The joy at being right. I know as soon as I leave this room he will send word to Melgren of this new discovery. I had no doubt I would be tested against other cadets in the quadrant who bore mental signets. But I knew none we’re as powerful as Dain. The only exception might have been Jeremiah. Could a full innistic penetrate my shields? I would have no way to know seeing as the quadrant killed anyone who manifested that signet.

”Excellent. You are both dismissed. Feel free to head to challenges if you so wish.” Carr says with a flick of his had before turning to his desk and grabbing a roll of parchment. Another note of Melgren.

Dain and I leave the classroom, Dain rushing off towards the challenges. I roll my eyes before following slowly behind him. Maybe I can catch the challenge Liam and Violet we’re so worried about. As I go to round the corner to the gym, a voice in my head stops me in my tracks.

Shit. He’s gonna kill me cause she got hurt. Shit.

A voice that is neither mine nor Mealladh. It sounds almost like-

I round the corner and pacing back and forth is Liam. Liam whose voice I just heard inside my head

Part 25

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[livinweirdrandom]

Tiny Happy Tobi Bean update

So, for the first day of school, Tobias is super super anxious. I just reread that part, and everything is the same for the most part (I already kinda talked about when he meets Rudolph)

Now as Rudy and Tobias leave the room and enter the hallway, talking about accents, with Rudolph asking what Tobias' is guessing it was German (which is right), and then Rudolph bums into Carmelo.

Now, the scene of introduction is the exact same. Tobias doesn't interven. he doesn't know Rudy or Carmelo and doesn't know their relationship together. Remembering his words from canon, he described Rudolph as a masochist and Carmelo a homo (which he is 🤪), but in short- he doesn't care, for he doesn't know.

After Carmelo leaves, the plot carries on as usual, Tobias commenting on Carmelo's hair and his signs of homosexuality (and Rudolph pleading not to spread rumors).

I believe that my Tobias would think that same of Carmelo as the canon Tobia- which is nothing. Which will change quickly, but right now, he hasn't seen enough to care about Carmelo. He does, however, help Rudolph up without even acknowledging it, still looking where Caramel disappeared.

Rudy accepts Tobi's help, seeing it as a sign or perhaps friendship, and answers Tobi's question about who that was.

Rudolph: "that's Carmelo Demonte. The egotistical manic who thinks he's all that and a bag of chips. You don't have to worry about him though, I doubt he'll bother you...."

Tobias: "with all die respect, sir. Should he chose to target me, he best be more concerned about my means of retaliation. I am not to be taken lightly."

Yes, again, here Tobias is more sympathetic and at least understands, vaguely, that people feel pain as him or even worse but deal with it differently. So, seeing as Carmelo is no authority figure and isn't an adult either, nor is he related to Tobias or even remotely close, Tobias could and would retaliate violence with violence. (I mentioned this in the first rant, go check it out if you didn't)

Anyway, Rudolph takes Tobias to his first period, and at this point, Tobias wouldn't say he finds Rudolph...irking. (like he does in canon). I believe in this AU, and with his own conclusion of the scars of Rudolph, he finds Rudy delusional and weak on purpose.

In this AU, Tobias is even more observant than he is in canon, because he started to focus on every single sign of body language in his family members, so he could figure out if their mad or not, and if yes, if it's his fault. He's trained that skill for years and now he's very observant and does analysis on people without even noticing he is thinking too much about this stuff.

Tobias could tell that Rudy is stronger than he lets on. Despite the scars, while helping Rudolph up earlier, he felt the slight muscle there. It was brief, but Tobias automatically understood that Rudy could easily fight back, guessing he'd at least equally match Carmelo's power, but Tobias doesn't voice his opinion or conclusion and just follows Rudy.

Once they reach the classroom, Tobias panics exactly like in canon. He notices Emilio, and that makes him even more panicked for a reason he doesn't understand (yes, nothing really happened, but Emilio's stare is creeping Tobias out)

So Tobias pushes Rudy away when he reaches out for him and runs to a hallway, surrounded by students. It's too loud, too crowded. There are too many and he doesn't have room to breathe to exist.

Tobias runs to the bathroom, and that's where Mr. Edburt takes control and starts using Tobias' body like his own creepy, whimsical puppet to freak out the entire school.

Note: I'm thinking a lot about this AU, so you might see a lot of updates, for those who it concerns. 😉

[cartoonishlyincorrect]

ok i know im late to the deltarune theory train by like, years now. but also I'm on a kick atm and have a few things I need to throw to the wind before I forget

Pretty sure this is widely agreed upon but Darkners are (in the light world at least) things that Lightners discard. The abandoned classroom hasn't been touched for years, all the Darkners you meet are represented in some way by items found within, and the secret boss is, even within the confines of that abandoned room, even further neglected: the Joker card is almost always the one removed from the deck, and Jevil's locked underneath Card Castle. In Cyber City it's popups and adblockers and long-forgotten malware.

Darkners are the result of Lightners discarding objects.

At the end of an Undertale No Mercy route, the first human confronts the player and encourages them to "erase this pointless world and move onto the next." I'm inclined to be suspicious abt this being "moving onto the next *timeline*" because that only occurs when the player sits on a black screen for, what, ten minutes? It feels like a concession more than anything, so what is this next world? And who are they talking to, specifically?

The Gaster followers are their own can of worms, but I want to focus specifically on Goner Kid, whose dialogue revolves around a "world where everything is exactly the same except you don't exist" before encouraging you to just forget it.

What happens if a Lightner themselves is discarded?

Every soul theory I've seen kinda falls apart at the end of Chapter 2 where Kris, independent of the player, opens a fountain regardless of whether a regular or Snowgrave playthrough was completed. The only conclusion I can come to is that Kris doesn't care about *what* happens during a run, just that it *continues* happening

Do you know what happens before you begin to tell a story? Do you know what happens after the conclusion? Where does everything go in those moments? Does it all just slip between the cracks? Does it disappear? Can it be brought back?

Maybe it can be true that the player is Kris's soul and also that Kris resents the player's actions because they're not their own. We only have their background as far as we're told it exists, and what does a background provide, really? If nothing else, I'd wager at least characterization and justification of actions

If I tell you a story and let you know that a character has a soul, does it become real in that moment, or has it always been that way? Does the story begin for us, but continue for everyone else in this world I've made for you?

Are we interrupting something?

What if you woke up one day knowing damn well that, despite everyone around you saying that this woman is your mother, this is your home, this is your school, these are the people you have been going to class with and this is your town and this is... you know it isn't true. And it can't be true, because you only began existing this morning, deep down you know it, as much as it pains you to admit to yourself, you understand at your very core that this existence you are living only started that morning and no one else seems to acknowledge it.

And then something else starts moving for you, puppeting you around, with some indiscernible mission in mind. If it stops, you won't exist anymore. You know this, you don't know how, but you do. It doesn't seem malevolent, not yet at least, it just wants to poke around your neighborhood, meet your friends, take you on an adventure.

It wants to understand your world. It wants adventure.

Something's just here for a story, it seems.

You go to watch a play. The curtains fall. Where do the characters, not the actors, the characters, go? Are they all dead now?

You go to watch a movie. The credits roll. Are they all dead now?

You go to read a book. The pages end. Are they all dead now?

You go to play a game.

You'll slip between the cracks if they stop looking.

[jupiter-dragonsong]

If you were given five million dollars to open and run a museum, what kind of museum would you create, what sort of things would be in it, and why?

Okay. Wow. What a question. I love love love museums, I have been to many museums in many places and always wish I could stay longer. One of my greatest dreams is to be locked in the Louvre and/or Victoria and Albert and/or the London Natural History Museum and/or the National Museum in Edinburgh overnight. Science museums, art museums, all varieties of museum! I love them!!

That being said, I think it would be fun to run a children’s museum. But one adults can enjoy as well, because some of us have not lost our sense of childlike wonder. Here are some ideas:

-Cave Maze. You crawl along in total darkness until you reach a cavern full of glowing crystals. Or a passage with stalactites and glow worms (fiber optic) and dense moss. And finally a room full of cave paintings, with a “fire” in the center to cast shadow puppets and (faux) furs to sit on. Perfect for telling stories.

-SPACE AREA. Fiber-optic star ceiling is a must. All the space and physics goodies. Prism glasses with a spectrometer, gravity well thing, a little Hab where you can look out the windows onto different planets. Heck, let’s have a speculative astrobiology exhibit. Why not?

-On an unrelated note, one of my favorite field trips when I was younger was to the “space center.” It was an elementary school with four whole classrooms built to look and feel like sci-fi spaceships. Everyone was assigned a role on the ship and we carried out a mission together (they had actors in another room who would talk to you over the comms system.) anyway that was one of the cooler things I’ve ever done.

-Ancient Crafts area. Throw pottery, spin wool, weave, make stone tools, turn gourds and seeds and strings into simple instruments. Everyone gets to leave with an object they made!

-My local children’s museum has a really cool Trading Post, where you can trade in shells or minerals or postcards (used to be feathers too, but alas! No more) for points to get something else. So probably one of those too.

-Scale model of whatever city this is in. INCREDIBLY detailed scale model. Little pigeons in the trees, items in the shop windows, moving train if there is a train. The model of the museum has another scale model of the town inside it.

-Some sort of “Leave your Mark” room, an ever-changing art exhibit. Maybe a Lite-Brite room? That could be fun…

-Hall of Languages. No idea what that might entail but it should exist.

-Gift Shop full of objects. The most important part of any museum experience.

If I have more ideas I will share them! Thank you for the ask, this was glorious!

[adayinthelifeofyn]

SERIES LIST

REQUEST PAGE

New series will be in bold for the month.

There are some Fandom/Media that will pop up randomly that may or may not be on the list but I will talk about and do things such as writing.

Anime: 

Akudama Drive

A3

Akame ga kill

Assassination Classroom

Ahiru No Sora

Angels of Death

Attack on Titan

Bungou Stray Dogs

Black Lagoon

Demon Slayer

Death Parade 

Free!

Hetalia

Hellsing 

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure: Part 1

Kakegurui

Kuroko’s basketball

K Project

Pokemon Sun & Moon

Pokemon XY

Run with the wind

Sk8 the infinity

Slam Dunk

The God of High School 

YuYu Hakusho

Manga: 

Alice in the country of hearts

Black Butler

Black Clover

Blue Exorcist

Can’t Stop Cursing You

Cells At Work 

Dr. stone

Fire Force

Fruits Basket

Gangsta

Gangsta: Cursed

Golden Kamuy

Haikyuu

Heaven’s design team

My Hero Academia

Mashle: Magic and Muscles

Moriarty the Patriot

Ouran highschool host club

One punch man

Record of Ragnarok 

Servamp

Spy X Family

Sakamoto Days 

The Promised Neverland

The Way Of The House Husband 

Tokyo Revengers   

Animated Series: 

6Teen

Avatar the last airbender

Adventure Time

Danny Phantom

Ever After High

Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends

Futurama 

Gravity Falls 

Hero:108

Invader Zim

Kim Possible

MotorCity

RWBY

Regular Show 

Sym Bionic Titan

Scooby-Doo! Mystery Incorporated 

SpongeBob SquarePants 

Superjail! 

Star vs. the Forces of Evil 

Total Drama

The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy

Wander Over Yonder

We Bare Bears

Series:

Ash vs Evil Dead    

The Imperfects   

Wizards of Waverly Place

Animated Movies:

Atlantis: The Lost Empire

Big Hero 6

Brave (2012)  

Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs  

Corpse Bride

Encanto  

Firebreather

Hercules (Disney)  

Home (2015)

How to Train Your Dragon (1, 2 & 3)

Megamind

Monster High (Movies +Show)

Lilo & Stitch

Osmosis Jones

Onward

Rise Of The Guardians 

Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas

The Princess and the Frog  

The Book of Life

Turning Red

Thumbelina

The LEGO Ninjago Movie

The Great Mouse Detective

The LEGO Batman Movie

The Nightmare Before Christmas

Who Framed Roger Rabbit

Wreck-It Ralph (1 & 2)

Movies:

Avatar (1 & 2)  

Alien

Beetlejuice  (1 &2)

Black Christmas

Candyman

Cabin In The Woods

Friday the 13th

Hocus Pocus (1 & 2)

Halloween

Hatchet

IT (Original & Remake)

Killer Klowns from Outer Space

My Bloody Valentine

Predator

Psycho

Renfield

Sweeney Todd: the demon barber of fleet street

Spawn  

Scream

The Nutcracker And The Four Realms

The Texas Chain Saw Massacre (1974)

The Boy

The Collector

The Black Phone

Marvel (what I am familiar with): 

Avengers Assemble 

Black Panther (1)

Captain America (1)

Iron Man (1)

Marvel Zombies 

Thor (1)

Ultimate Spider-Man 

What If…?

DC (what I am familiar with): 

Birds of Prey (2020)

Batman: The Brave and the Bold

Justice League/Unlimited (2003/2004) 

Suicide Squad (movies 2016 & 2021)

Teen Titans (2003) 

Zack Snyder’s Justice League

Games:  

At the dead of night

Bendy and the Ink Machine

Danganronpa 1 

Danganronpa 2 

Danganronpa 3 

 Dachabo

Dead Island 2

Dream Daddy

Dead by Daylight

Error143 

Frost Bite

Hiveswap Friendsim 

Hello Puppets!

Killer Frequency

KinitoPET

John Doe game 

Mad Father

Pokémon Legends: Arceus  

Poppy Playtime

Resident Evil Village 

Resident Evil 3 (REMAKE)

Something’s Wrong With Sunny Day Jack

Sally Face

The Groom of Gallagher Mansion

Until Dawn 

Web Comics/Web series: 

Creepypasta

Homestuck  

The Mandela Catalogue 

Welcome Home

[paragonrobits]

As an autistic person growing up during the boom of online communication and social networks popping up during the early-mid 2000s, with communities of people like you always having the most horrible stories about how they were mistreated by family members and educational staff and people who said they were their friends, it kind of encouraged you to hate allistic people on reflex if you had a lot worse of it than others, and at the very least it encouraged a... mistrust of allistics in general.

Particularly extreme thoughts extended this to neurodivergent people who weren't on the autistic spectrum, too. The mindset was already trained to raise your hackles and shy away from people who didn't have the same problems like you. You were too used to being constantly on the defensive, waiting for the first sign that this person was also Unsafe. Just like all the others, acting friendly and nice and then you realized those things they asked you to do was insulting you. Mocking you; you weren't ever a person to them, at best you were the rough clay that could be molded into a Real Person or a trained animal to trick into doing embarrassing things they could laugh about with your friends.

At that point, a person like this thinks: it doesn't matter if they're also different from the non-neurodivergent. You've wasted too much time trusting people only to get screwed over, so why waste time? No point in playing by their inexplicable rules if they refuse to do it too, so just snap and snarl the second they breach your comfort zone.

A common joke then was mocking children having stress-induced meltdowns in stores; its funny, or their latest excuse for how people on the spectrum are Wrong; "look at this kid freaking out!". Its a joke to them; its less of a joke when the quiet kid who's gotten fed up with people playing nice only to take papers out of their hands and rip them up, well, that kid suddenly bellows and throws a desk across the classroom at them. They won't be bothering that kid now.

Is this a particularly productive way to look at things, or dealing with people?

In retrospect, the pretty obvious thought is 'not really', but its also the sort of understanding that comes with time, understanding and most importantly not being around people who were uniformly terrible people.

At that point, you... don't need to be angry or mistrustful all the time. You meet people, on the spectrum and off it, that you don't need to constantly be on the defensive around, because they're not going to do stuff like that to you.

People who are trans, or have Tourette's Syndrome, who are on the spectrum too, who are not particularly neurodivergent but at this point that doesn't really matter because they still understand or at least don't assume your differences or mannerisms makes you subhuman.

And then you come across stories of people talking to autistic people and having the gall to say things like "Are you a serial killer? You have dead eyes" or just saying someone is creepy and moves like a puppet without really interrogating it. The kind of people who see different or a deviation from the norm that isn't photogenic or something out of a slice of life coffee shop AU and they immediately become hostile: how dare you not be NORMAL?

And then its easy to return to that hackles-always-up mentality. Use it when you need to; put it away when you don't. Its certainly something to consider how those attitudes that you hated so much never really went away, people just understood more and it was easier to find people who understood, intellectually or through personal experience. And now its also easier to find people who, as much as they want to present themselves as sweet and innocent longing for a cottage and a little farm, become incredibly cruel and hateful whenever they encounter something out of their experience.

And it doesn't make you angry. Its annoying, yes, but that anger is tempered by the understanding that the allistic is not an inherent enemy, nor does everyone with that kind of configuration automatically hate you. Its a personal thing.

And sure, its common enough, and it sucks that its so common. But its always worthwhile to accept that those bad old days for you are gone and you don't need to act like a feral beast just to scare off people who hurt you.

Sometimes its nice to just accept how the world has moved on.

[litsnobconfessions]

A Year of Animation Day 96-97

Date: April 6-7, 2025

Day: 96-97

Content Watched: My Life as a Zucchini

Year: 2016

Rating: PG-13

Run Time: 1 hour 10 minutes

I saw My Life as a Zucchini (also titled My Life as a Courgette) on someone's list of good animated movies, so I found it at my local library, and it was not at all what I expected. Let's get into it.

To begin with, My Life as a Zucchini is stop-motion animation, and I am really impressed with the sets, which look like paper dioramas. Also, I can tell that the seats in the car and the characters' clothing and bedding are all made of actual fabric, and as someone who sews, I can tell you just how much of a pain in the ass it can be to make tiny things out of fabric. And I love how much detail went into the sets--Simon's posters, the other boys' toys, the shoes scattered around the dorm room, etc. Also, the patterns on the bedspreads fit the personalities of the kids who sleep under them (I'm pretty sure Simon has skulls and crossed bones on his.) The overall effect is one of whimsy and childhood, meaning that this is another film that I can imagine done better in a different medium.

My favorite detail is the kids' weather chart, which is actually a way for them to express their mood. I love this chart, which just shows up a couple of times in the movie. It's a detail you could almost skip over, but there's a lot to be seen in it if you don't. The chart itself has a column for each kid, and four rows, with weather symbols--a sun, a cloud, a darker cloud with rain, and a very dark thundercloud with lightning. And each kid has a frame that they can slide up and down to show how they're feeling.

Not only does it give the audience more information about Simon, in particular (who is the only one who is consistently "stormy"), but it also tells us something about the adults who run the place--they care enough to want to know how the kids are feeling and know enough that having a chart they can change at any given time may make it easier to express those feelings. It reminds me of a teacher I saw talk about having her students giver her a 1-5 on their hands, with each finger signal giving a different emotion. It was a quick way that students could share their mood without having to go into detail and she could gauge the general mood of her class, as well as determine who she might need to check in with later in the day. I really liked this mood tracker, and I would kind of like to implement something like it in my classroom.

My favorite animation was when the policeman took Zucchini and Camille to the theme park and they rode the ghost train. I love how the ghosts appear glowing in the darkness, and I'm curious as to how they shot it. (I also really like the flashlight that Zucchini and Simon use to sneak into the office and look at Camille's file. It looks like they made a real, miniature flashlight for this scene, which is pretty cool.

I also watched the behind the scenes featurette about the making of the movie, and I really liked the conversation about finding ways to simplify the puppets to maximize efficiency--pieces that could be produced quickly, repaired easily, and were easy for the animators to work with. I thought it was particularly interesting when they talked about the dimensions of the puppets' heads, and how that made it easier for animators because they could more easily manipulate them with just their hands, and would be less likely to need tweezers, which you often need with smaller puppets. Also, the mouths were magnetic, to make them easy to change out. That's so cool! But the bit that really got me was when they said one animator can shoot four seconds a day. Four seconds. A day. If you ever doubted that modern animators earn their living, I hope this knocks any such silly notions out of your head. This movie was incredibly labor intensive. 

The scene that stands out most to me is the one in which the little girl gives Ahmed her ski goggles. I was so angry at her mom for making the assumption that Ahmed had stolen them from the girl, and I thought it was incredibly sweet and understanding of her to give him the goggles as her mother dragged her away. And he continues to wear those goggles thoughout the film. We see just how much he cherishes this kindness from a stranger, and honestly, I hope that he gets to meet that girl again in the future, under better circumstances. I hope they become really good friends.

And that's what I ultimately love about this movie--the love, the generosity, and the kindness. We see it with the kids--the girl giving her goggles to Ahmed, Simon sneaking the recording device to Camille, etc. But it's also filled with adults who genuinely care for the children in their lives. And not only that, but who listen to them! The adults only call Zucchini Icare once or twice before agreeing to call him by his preferred name. They may think it's strange, but they also don't push back. Instead, they support this form of expression. I also love how supportive the teachers at the orphanage were when Camille said she didn't want to see her aunt. I just love how much autonomy the adults gave to the children, and I think there's a lot to be learned from this movie about the way we treat children and how we can show them respect, rather than only demanding it from them.

It brought me so much joy to see such an outpouring of understanding, patience, and love, especially for kids who have had these things withheld by so many other adults. This compassion is so much that even Simon, who spends almost the entire movie in a "stormy" mood, believing that no one cares about people like him, finally realizes that these adults do, very much care, and he isn't without family, even if it's not a traditional one. Honestly, this movie reminds me a lot of December Boys in this regard because Misty says at the beginning that having grown up in an orphanage wasn't a terrible thing for him and the other boys because they have developed a found family and they do have adults who care for them (and likewise, send them on vacations when they can!) I guess I find stories like this inspiring because it makes me think about what kids there are in my life that I might be this adult for, and how I can do it. You never know just how much of an effect you can have.

Tommorrow... here comes the sun... or not

[m1ckeyb3rry]

Pomegranate Ink: V

Series Synopsis: Unable to heal but willing to fight, with a fiancé in Kyoto and a last name that looms over everything you do, you accept an offer to study at Tokyo Jujutsu Tech. What you did not know was that your salvation and your ruination alike would soon join you at the school, neatly wrapped in the form of a boy followed by death.

Chapter Synopsis: Gojo’s love of sweets puts you and Tullia in a sticky situation.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Yuta Okkotsu × Female Reader

Chapter Word Count: 5.4K

Content Warnings: angst, misogyny, naoya zenin, forbidden relationships, canon-typical violence, character death, original characters included

A/N: i need you guys to ignore the way maki and Y/N are like lowkey in love with each other it was not even intentional on my part

“Y/N! And Maki!” Gojo trilled when you walked into the classroom, Maki at your side. “What are you two arguing about?”

“Which adult sorcerer is the most attractive,” you said, not feeling the need to hide it from Gojo.

“Really?” Gojo said, leaning forwards, “And who would that be? I mean, of course you both said me —”

“I think it’s Utahime Iori, the head teacher from Kyoto,” Maki said, interrupting him. You frowned.

“But I’m convinced it’s Kento Nanami! Something about the permanently-exhausted businessman vibe is so dreamy,” you said, swooning like a schoolgirl with her first crush. Gojo froze, his jaw dropping.

“W-what?” he said.

“Is there a problem with that?” you said.

“Let’s ask Tullia!” he said, nodding at the blonde girl, who had just entered the room with a cup of coffee in her hand. She pointed at herself as if questioning what he wanted with her. “Tullia! Who’s the most attractive adult sorcerer?”

“Principal Yaga,” she said promptly.

You all stared at her in confusion. She blinked back innocently.

“Huh?” you said. “Principal Yaga? Like the dude that spends his time making creepy cursed puppets?”

“That’s my father you’re talking about!” Panda said. He stood in the doorway with Toge, who seemed very puzzled by the conversation. “Actually, why are you talking about him?”

“Tullia thinks he’s the most attractive adult sorcerer,” Maki said, “Somehow.”

“What about you two?” Gojo demanded, voice breaking, “Who do you think is the most attractive adult sorcerer?”

“I’m a panda,” Panda deadpanned.

“Fair enough,” you said.

“Toge?” Maki said.

“Salmon,” he said, making a bird shape with his hands.

“Mei-Mei?” you said. He nodded. “Hm, she’s pretty, but her whole thing with her brother is so odd…”

“Salmon,” he said with a shrug.

“I guess we are only going off of looks, so that’s valid,” you agreed. “Where’s Yuta? We have to ask him now.”

“Sorry I’m late, guys, I couldn’t find my left sock,” Yuta said, “It was under my bed. In case anyone was wondering.”

“Gross, you wore a dirty sock to class?” Maki said.

“No, it’s clean. It was just under my bed,” he explained.

“Yuta!” Tullia said. “Who do you think the most attractive adult sorcerer is?”

“Uh, probably Gojo?” he said, taken aback by the question. The room went quiet as you all considered this. The silence was only broken by a sniffling sound.

“Y-you really think so?” Gojo said.

“I mean, you’re the only adult sorcerer I know…” Yuta said, though Gojo ignored this.

“I knew there was a reason you’re my favorite!” he cheered, pumping his fist in the air.

“I thought I was your favorite,” you said.

“Not anymore. Not after you picked Nanami over me,” he said.

“Ouch,” Maki said, “That’s gotta sting.”

“It does,” you said, “After everything I’ve done for him, Yuta’s going to replace me? It’s just — it hurts my feelings is all. I thought he’d be more loyal than that, more loyal than to take my spot as Gojo’s favorite.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Yuta said contritely.

“You did it to yourself,” Gojo said. “Anyways! We’re having a bit of a different class today, by which I mean everyone’s getting split up. Yuta, you’re going to train with Maki — she’ll help you learn how to use a sword.”

“Yikes,” you said, “Maybe he isn’t your favorite after all.”

Yuta gave you a terrified look. From her spot next to you, Maki began to snicker; it was a terrifying sound. He began to inch backwards, which only fuelled her glee.

“Don’t get too hasty! Y/N, you and Tullia are going to go take care of some curses at this bakery I love. Their desserts have been all out of whack for the entire week! I need the two of you on this, as soon as possible. If I have to go one more day without my favorite sweets, I’ll — I’ll — I’ll quit and become a math teacher!” Gojo said.

“That’s going to hurt you more than it hurts us,” Panda said.

“It’s self-sabotage in the purest form,” Maki agreed.

“Don’t worry, Gojo! The world doesn’t need you as an actual math teacher; we’ll save your bakery,” you said.

“Thank you,” he said with a nod, “I knew I could count on you. Panda, Toge, you two will, uh…hang around?”

“Bonito flakes,” Toge said with a sigh. You felt bad for the two; they were the most experienced of you all, which meant they were often pushed to the side so that opportunities for growth could be presented to you, Maki, Yuta, and Tullia.

“Toge! You can show me that new recipe for the triple-layer strawberry chocolate wedding cake we were talking about earlier!” Panda said. Toge clenched his fist in determination, a new fire blazing in his eyes.

“Why are you guys making wedding cakes?” you said.

“Well, it’s not like we have much else to do, since Gojo refuses to actually teach us,” Panda said, “So at the moment, we’re focused on learning baking. It’s pretty therapeutic!”

“That’s great to hear,” you said.

“Let me try some once we’re back!” Tullia said.

“Salmon,” Toge said, flashing her a thumbs up before following Panda towards, presumably, the kitchens.

“Poor Toge and Panda,” you said. “Gojo, you should really start planning better activities for them.”

“Okay, maybe I have been encouraging their baking habits recently, but it’s only because I can’t find good desserts anywhere else!” he whined.

“So it’s on purpose?” Maki said, “That’s harsh. They’re nice kids, and they do need training, too.”

“You’re acting like I’m neglecting them,” Gojo said, “It’s not just for selfish reasons. It’s helping them learn patience and how to be supportive. With a technique like Toge’s, especially, it’s important for him to be comfortable with being on the sidelines and leaving the fighting to his teammates.”

“You’re so wise, Gojo,” Yuta said, “I guess this is why you’re the teacher and we’re just your students.”

“Yeah, alright, don’t suck up to him too much,” Maki said, “Come on, newbie. Let’s go; be prepared! By the time we’re done with training today, you won’t be able to feel your extremities.”

“Is that legal?” Yuta said, teeth chattering.

“I won’t be the one to report her if it isn’t,” you said. Gojo and Tullia both nodded as well, leaving Yuta to trail after Maki like a kicked puppy, his head hung in anticipation of the beating she would probably deliver.

“I’ll make sure she’s not too tough on him,” Gojo assured you once they were gone, “I’m not heartless.”

“That’s kind of you to do. Is Ijichi the one taking us?” you said, a little less worried now that you knew Yuta would not be left to fend for himself.

“Obviously. He actually likes driving you around; what’s the secret? I can never convince him to take me places!” Gojo said.

“There’s not really a secret to it, honestly,” you said.

“Fine, then. Keep your mysteries, L/N woman. Good luck on your mission! Please get my bakery back! I miss it so much,” Gojo said.

“Will do,” Tullia said.

“We won’t let you down,” you said. Once you had left Gojo to do whatever it was that he did in his free time, you cocked your head, trying to figure out Tullia. She was serene, walking beside you and sipping on her coffee as if she had all of the time in the world. She was from America, you recalled; you decided that might be a good subject of conversation if things got awkward.

“So. You’re obviously a really talented sorcerer, since you saved me from that curse in Kaito’s apartment and you were assigned to accompany Yuta on his first mission,” Tullia said. You shrugged.

“Not really. I’m certainly not weak, but I wouldn’t say I’m far above average or anything. I’ve had support on all of my missions, and I was only with Yuta so that Gojo could test his control over Rika,” you said.

“Is that a guess, or is that the real story?” she said.

“A bit of both. Considering that he did not seem to be upset when she manifested, I put together that he was probably expecting or at least hoping for the outcome. Combined with what I already know about the higher ups, it’s not a difficult conclusion to arrive at,” you said.

“You’re a L/N, right? The Reverse Cursed Technique family?” she said.

“That’s right, though obviously I can’t use mine. It’s fighting for me, I’m afraid,” you said.

“No worries! I’ll do my best not to get hurt,” she said.

“You should be doing that regardless,” you said with a frown.

“Anyways, that’s not why I was asking. You’re probably pretty familiar with how society works around here, right? What’s the scoop? What’re the higher ups like? Kaito didn’t seem like a huge fan of them, but I don’t know if that’s just him being him or if there’s some merit to it,” she said.

“Don’t repeat this, but I’m sorry to say that his words hold weight. The higher ups are doing what they think is best for jujutsu sorcerers, but it can feel so frustrating at times, you know? They’re partially the reason I have this,” you said, raising your left hand so that she could see the engagement ring on it.

“Isn’t child marriage illegal?” she said.

“I’m not married yet. It’s an agreement between my clan and the Kamos; doubtless only conceived because any children that I bear will have the potential to utilize their Reverse Cursed Techniques, even though I myself cannot. It’s a way to strengthen the Kamo clan, which at the moment has been failing to live up to the strength of the Zenins and the Gojos. And an alliance with my family would be game-changing for them,” you explained, “So, see? The higher ups wanted to restore balance and calm the war between the Zenins and Gojos by introducing new power to the Kamos, who have always been more peaceful than their counterparts. Therefore, I am to marry Noritoshi.”

“It hardly feels fair. You should be able to marry and have children with whoever you want,” she said. You stepped into the car, sliding over so that she could sit beside you and leaning your head against the window.

“Wanting is a foreign concept to me; it is only duty and usefulness to my family that I think of. I am lucky in that Noritoshi is kind enough to indulge me in my desires, even allowing me to be a jujutsu sorcerer despite our families’ protests. Yet if he had said no…” you sighed.

“I’m going to kick their asses for you,” Tullia said, “Seriously. Who are they to treat you like your husband’s property? As if this is the — the Middle Ages or something! Ridiculous!”

“That’s very sweet of you to offer, but it’s quite alright. Noritoshi is good enough that I think I might fall in love with him, given time. It could be worse, and I’d hardly wish to ask you to risk yourself over my petty complaints. It’s all hypothetical, anyways; who would I fall in love with besides him?” you said.

“I don’t know. Toge?” she said. You laughed at the irony.

“I had a crush on him at one point,” you admitted, “Don’t tell anyone. But I think he has his eyes on someone else.”

“Ooh, really?” she said. “Who?”

“I’ll leave that for you to find out,” you said, “It’s only speculation on my part, after all.”

“Okay, back to the original topic. You could always fall in love with Yuta,” she suggested.

You weren’t sure why the name made you pause. Scared, shivering Yuta? Tullia thought you could love him? He who hid behind you at loud noises? The one slated for execution, with a curse tied to him like a manacle? That Yuta?

“That’s an idiotic proposal,” you said.

“Gosh, you don’t have to get so snippy. I was just throwing ideas out there. Marry Noritoshi, for all I care. Oh! But can I be one of your bridesmaids?” she said.

“If I’m allowed to choose, then sure,” you said.

“Wow, another choice taken away from you. Is anything in your life your own?” she said, voice innocent and genuine. She was not being mean, she was truly trying to understand something that was so normal to you as to be without explanation.

“My needles,” you said after a pause, “My friendship with Maki. Those are mine.”

“That’s good. It’s good, you know, to have things of your own,” she said, sounding dissatisfied even at that. But you sensed that the conversation was over, and you were happy to let it be. Her words had struck an uncomfortable chord in you, and you were left mulling it over.

Yuta. Who could ever love Yuta? He was like — like a deer or something, spooking at the slightest things, wide-eyed and gentle. The thought of loving him felt more like a storybook or something, a fiction where the princess fell in love with — with — what even was he?

You remembered the way he had held you, refusing to leave you behind and cradling you to his chest as he ran. And then you remembered the way he had stood behind the bench you sat on, almost like some kind of guardian — as if he would be doing any protecting, when you were leaning against the world’s strongest sorcerer to sleep. What was Yuta compared to your teacher? Yet something in the way his eyes had gleamed made you think that, in that specific moment, he would’ve even fought Satoru Gojo himself if it meant ensuring your safety.

You wished most of all to know him more, and then you pinched your leg before you could begin dissecting him in your mind. What would it do? This sudden fascination was only brought about because of an offhand comment Tullia had made in jest. And even if she was serious, why would you try to fall in love with any other man than Noritoshi? It would only lead to misery, so why should you try to walk down that road?

Curiosity was a powerful drug, a scent lure that you were compelled to follow. And Tullia, for whatever reason — in ignorance or perhaps wisdom; could she sense something that even you had not yet realized? — had set the trail, leaving you helpless. You would not let yourself rest until you had picked Yuta Okkotsu apart, piece by trembling piece, prodding at every single weak spot he possessed until he crumbled. And then you would put him back together with the precision of a doctor — or at least that’s what you might’ve done, had you a Reverse Cursed Technique. As it was, you’d just leave him in shards to be swept aside.

You would not be good for Yuta. He would not be good for you. It was a path lined in ink stains and blood, leading straight down to hell.

“Hey, check this out!” Tullia said, showing you her phone, “Did you know that the real saying is ‘curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back’ instead of whatever nonsense they teach us?”

“I didn’t,” you said. Her timing was uncanny, and you looked at your hands.

Maybe satisfaction could bring you back, too.

“What a lovely little bakery,” Tullia said.

“It’s a shame they’re having so many issues with curses,” you said, waving at Ijichi, who nodded at you rather seriously as he put up a veil. He had become something like your number one fan, kind of like a friendly, childless uncle — which was odd to say, because he was younger than Gojo, who could be described as nothing other than an elder brother.

“Agreed. Hopefully, we can get rid of the problem at the source and then they’ll be happy again,” Tullia said.

“Gojo might have to start ordering delivery more often, though,” you said.

“Why’s that?” she said.

“The evidence of his presence is enough to attract these curses. He’s too busy to deal with them, but it’s true that in his wake, lower-levelled beings thrive, trying to feed off of the lingering remains of his cursed signature. He’s too strong to leave any energy, of course, but just the prospect is enough to attract them,” you said.

“Oh, that’s really interesting. I think it’s so cool, how he’s in a class of his own,” she said.

“He really is. If there’s anyone resembling a god up there, I think Gojo’s got them beat,” you said, pointing at the sky. “Though he’d deny it to his grave. Despite him being, well, himself, I think he feels rather inferior at times; not that he’s unaware that he’s the strongest but rather that being the strongest isn’t enough. There’s always another level of strength to be attained, another person to save that he wasn’t able to.”

“You’re good at reading people. It’s a little uncanny,” Tullia said, side-eyeing you warily.

You smiled harmlessly. “My technique is called Dissection. Would you expect anything less?”

The bakery had been closed for the day, as it was supposedly the owner’s birthday — most likely the reason Gojo had sent you and Tullia today. This meant no one stopped you as you snuck inside, careful to not trip any alarms or get caught on any security cameras.

The storefront itself was cheery, with bright yellow-striped walls and a pink counter. It was easy to see why Gojo liked it so much; it was warm and welcoming. Despite the lack of desserts — they really were baked fresh every day, it seemed — a pleasant smell of vanilla and strawberry hung in the air.

“They’re most likely in the back,” you said.

“Makes sense. In the storerooms with the flour, if I had to guess,” she said. You gave her a dull look.

“You’re just sensing their cursed energy,” you said. She grinned sheepishly.

“Would you be mad if I said I am?” she said.

“I suppose it means your sensing skills are up to par, so probably not,” you said, going with her instinct and ducking into the storeroom, closing your eyes and trying to reach out, ignoring Tullia’s signature and searching for any foreign ones.

“Get anything?” she whispered. Your eyes flew open, and you groaned.

“I’m going to kill Gojo,” you hissed.

“Why?” she said.

“He always sticks me with the hardest missions!” you said, stomping your foot childishly, “There’s a Grade 2 curse lurking around here somewhere.”

“That’s not too bad, is it?” she said.

“It’s bad enough,” you said with a sigh.

“Great. What’s our plan?” she said.

“We need to figure out what form it’s taken and whether it has any tricks to it or whether it’s just a typical mindless creepy-crawly,” you said.

“Can curses be, like, giant spiders?” she said.

“I don’t see why not. Why do you ask?” you said. She pointed at the wall above you; you looked up and screamed when you saw an enormous, fuzzy, vaguely-arachnid creature leering down at you. Darting forwards, you whipped out a needle and threw it at the curse, not even bothering to illuminate a weak spot. Thankfully, it seemed your guess was lucky enough, and the curse burst into nothingness.

“That wasn’t the Grade 2,” she said.

“That would be too easy,” you said, shuddering in revulsion at the memory of the spider-like thing.

“It was disgusting, though,” she said. Before you could respond, your phone rang. You winced and picked up, grimacing apologetically at Tullia.

“Hello?” you said.

“Y/N? Where…are you right now?”

“Noritoshi!” you yelped, looking around wildly. Tullia waved and mouthed ‘tell him I said hi.’ You shook your head. “I’m, um, at a bakery. With my friend from school. Her name’s Tullia; she’s Kaito’s cousin. You remember Kaito?”

“He’s the fucking nutjob that just became a Grade 1 sorcerer, of course I know him.”

“Yeah, well, that’s a reasonable description of him, but his cousin’s a lot nicer, which is why I’m hanging out with her. Why are you calling? I’m in the middle of something,” you said.

“You’re just at a bakery, it’s not like you can’t step away for a second.”

Now that you had established the lie, you could not admit that you were actually on a mission, so you only laughed, a high-pitched, nervous laugh.

“You’re so right! What is it, dear, what is so important that you’re making me risk missing out on my favorite flavor of cake?” you said, unable to stop sarcasm from creeping into your voice.

“Have you been spending time with Maki Zenin recently?”

“Is there a problem with that?” you said, quick to jump to her defense.

“No, it’s only that she’s probably the only person I know of who could make even you sarcastic.”

“I’ll be sure to let her know,” you said.

“Don’t be upset. I’ll order you an entire wedding’s worth of cake if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“No need. Toge and Panda are going through a bit of a baking phase at the moment,” you said.

“So then why are you at a bakery?”

Tullia squealed, dancing backwards as an oversized rat followed by several normal-sized rats lunged out at her. It came up to her knee and was a hideous purple color, which meant it was probably the Grade 2 curse; the smaller ones were lesser curses relying on the large one so heavily that it was almost as if they were working on a group project with it.

“Um, it’s Tullia’s birthday!” you said.

“Really? Tell her I said happy birthday.”

“Tullia! Noritoshi says happy birthday!” you said, tossing a needle at the larger rat and scowling when it bounced off.

“Do something!” she said. “And it’s not my birthday!”

“I’m trying! You do something!” you said.

“I don’t know how to!” she said.

“Is everything alright with you two? Do you need help with something?”

“Yes!” you said, “Yes. I do, in fact, need help. My beloved Noritoshi. My sweet fiancé. My —”

“What is it?”

“Wow, you don’t want to hear my many terms of endearment? I was only just getting started, too,” you said with a huff.

“Y/N!” Tullia said, voice strangled, “Hello? I’m about to get eaten by a giant rat!”

“Right!” you said. “So, hypothetically, Noritoshi, say Tullia and I were actually on a mission for Gojo, and now there’s a giant rat-curse that wants to eat us. If you were us, what would you do? This is, of course, all super theory-based, so don’t worry or anything!”

“Can you please send me your location? I’ll come help you.”

“No way!” Tullia shouted. “We’re strong, independent women! We don’t need men — get off! Ew!”

She kicked one of the smaller rats that had tried to climb up her leg. It splattered into a thousand pieces, some splashing onto her face, which was peculiarly pale as she wiped them away.

“W-what she said! I just need advice, not someone to do everything for me,” you said. Actually, you kind of wished you could beg Noritoshi to come bail you out, but it seemed Tullia had other plans.

“Fine. If this scenario were really happening, which of course it’s not, I’d probably try to split the smaller curses up from the larger one — assuming that’s the formation they’ve assumed.”

“No way, it is! Are you an oracle?” you said.

“No, it’s a relatively common tactic utilized by weaker curses. You learn to recognize these patterns. Anyways, find some way to draw the small ones away from the bigger one; it’ll be easier because there’s two of you. It should be simple enough to exorcise them from that point.”

“Alright,” you said, “Talk to you later, bye!”

“Wait —”

You hung up before he could try to lecture you; though he was only a year older than you, sometimes the difference felt like some uncrossable chasm. Tucking away your phone, you sized up the room, trying to figure out a strategy.

“Tullia!” you said. “I have an idea!”

“Finally!” she said, punching another rat and wiping her bloody knuckles off on her uniform tights.

“Okay, your cursed energy is a little, how do I say it…brighter? It’s brighter than mine, yeah,” you said.

“Wow, maybe if I start spinning, they’ll think I’m a disco ball and we can have a dance party,” she said dryly.

“Ha, ha, very funny. Really, though, that’s the only way I can describe it. It’s why the little rats are more attracted to you; they’re not intelligent enough to realize the flash has no substance. Notice the bigger rat hasn’t tried anything yet? He has a more important target in mind — me. Between the two of us, my base reserves of energy are actually higher, so if we go in opposite directions, we might be able to get them separated,” you said.

“You’re going to leave me with all of these tiny things?” she whined.

“I’ll come help you as soon as I’m done with that one,” you said, “On my count. Three, two…one!”

You both took off, Tullia leaping to swing onto the shelves with the grace of a dancer. The smaller rats scrambled to follow her, chattering amongst themselves, crying out stories about breaking into grain supplies and hungering for her blood.

You sprinted through the storerooms, taking out needles and throwing them at bags of flour to obscure your path. They exploded in clouds of puffy white, coating your eyelashes and hair and skin with soft powder, but it was a small downside when compared to the payoff — the large rat could no longer use its eyes in order to track you, relying only on its cursed signature detection.

You had practiced distinguishing cursed signatures so exhaustively after that disastrous mission with Yuta that it didn’t matter that you were essentially blind to anything behind you; it was as if the energy swirling around the rat was like a homing beacon, alerting you to its presence even when the only thing you could see was white.

“Gotcha,” you said with a smirk as the rat attempted to leap at you, “Dissection!”

By launching itself into the air, it had exposed the expanse of its underbelly, which now glowed green under the influence of your cursed technique — the only spot on its entire form to do so, which explained why your earlier needles had bounced off of it as if they were nothing. Taking out three needles at one time, you threw all of them and let out a breath of relief when they all struck true, slamming the rat back into the wall, where it lay helplessly. You nudged it with your foot disdainfully, gagging as its flesh jiggled and then taking out the last of your needles, sticking each of them into its stomach until it resembled a pincushion. It dissolved into a sea of a black tar-like substance, which you nimbly jumped over before it could stain your shoes.

Dusting yourself off, you made it back to the main storeroom, feeling rather virtuous and skilled because of your performance against the Grade 2 curse. Now, if only Tullia would be finished, you could hurry up and get home, and then you could shower — at the moment, you looked rather like a snowman.

“You’re back!” Tullia said. It was not the scene you had hoped to see; she was clinging to a support beam for one of the shelves while the smaller rats tried to make a tower so that they could reach her. You were impressed at the smaller curses’ innovativeness, but left the fond feelings for another time. At the moment, you needed to worry about getting Tullia out of the situation she had somehow gotten entangled in.

“You’re…stuck,” you said.

“No shit, Sherlock,” she said. “What now?”

“I could just leave you there,” you mused.

“Why would you do that?” she said.

“Because. You’re a little bit rude sometimes, you know that?” you said.

“I promise I will never be rude again! I’ll wash your feet with my hair if you save me right now!” she said.

“Big words,” you said, “Fine. But please leave my feet alone.”

“Gladly. I hate feet; they disgust me. I was just trying to show how deeply grateful I will be to you,” she said.

“Uh, don’t get too grateful yet,” you said, “I…may have used all of my needles on the Grade 2 curse earlier?”

“What?” she screeched.

“In my defense, I thought you’d be able to take care of these things!” you said.

“I would’ve, but there’s so many! Cursed energy doesn’t grow on trees, and I’m pretty much at my limit! I already got rid of a ton, but they just kept coming,” she said.

“I’m of no help. I can’t fight; I’m not Maki,” you said in despair, “I’m not strong. You’re going to get eaten by a tower of tiny rats, all because I’m too weak for hand-to-hand combat.”

“You’re so comforting,” she said.

“What happened to not being rude anymore?” you said.

“I don’t see you saving me, so I’ll be as rude as I want!” she snapped.

“You’re the strong, independent woman here,” you muttered, “Noritoshi would’ve gotten us out of here by now. You should’ve let him come.”

“Oh, forgive me! I just thought you’d want to do things for yourself for once!” she said. Your eyes widened at this.

“What?” you said softly.

“Your entire life is controlled by someone or another, or at least that’s how it sounds! The higher ups. Your family. Your future husband. You want to fight, but you can’t without permission. You want to have your own life, but you can’t because of politics. You want to be your own person, but you keep letting yourself be forced into molds other people provide you with! Will you call for someone to save you every time things get a little tough? In truth, if I were you, I’d rather die than beg Noritoshi for help!” she said.

“I don’t understand,” you said, “Why?”

“You’re not the L/N girl. You’re not a healer, you’re not your father’s daughter nor the Kamo clan’s solution! You’re Y/N. You’re my friend! Don’t ask yourself what Noritoshi would do. What would Y/N do to get us out of here?” she said.

Her words felt like a slap to the face. What did you think you both should do? How were you going to get the two of you out of the bakery?

Tullia believed in you. Maki believed in you. Toge and Panda believed in you. Gojo believed in you — or at the least, he kept putting you into situations that warranted extreme faith on his part. Yuta believed in you.

“Pesticide,” you said, eyeing the bottle of insect-killer on the ground near the door, “That’s it!”

Hefting the bottle, which was surprisingly heavy, you allowed a smile to flit across your features. She had been right in that much, at least; for so long, you had let your every movement be dictated by someone. But you had come to study with Gojo for a reason. You had decided to become a jujutsu sorcerer for a reason. And that reason was freedom; you wanted to be just Y/N. You wanted to answer the call in your blood, the call that sang whenever you fought.

“Huh? These aren’t actual rats, you can’t spray them with chemicals and hope they go away,” she said.

“But I can spray you,” you said.

“You…are a strange girl,” Tullia said.

“Catch!” you said, swinging the bottle back and then tossing it towards Tullia, who stretched a hand out and barely managed to snatch it out of the air. “It’s poison! Drink it!”

“Poison — oh. Oh! Oh! You’re a genius, Y/N, that’s what you are!” she said in delight, using her legs to hold herself up on the column and unscrewing the cap of the bottle, pouring the entire thing down her throat. Much of it missed her mouth, but enough must’ve made it down that she cast aside the empty bottle with vigor.

“Feeling better?” you said.

“Much. I love the taste of caramel,” she said, licking her lips and then staring down at the rats.

“Who knew that pesticide tastes like caramel?” you said, more to yourself than anything.

Her levels of energy boosted from the pesticide she had just ingested, she made quick work of the rats, which did not put up much of a fight. Landing lightly on her feet beside you, she beamed.

“Thanks, Y/N. I couldn’t have done it without you,” she said.

“Nah,” you said, elbowing her in the side affectionately, “Thank you.”

[asterism-codex]

If the blog was a fighting game

(Coming from someone who don't play fighting games anymore.)

As the Ultimate Coach, it'd only be fitting that Chikako would be serve as the tutorial or the character that mascots the practice area. If you wanted to train against an AI the character you'd be fighting against would depend on the difficulty. Easy would be the likes of Alestria or Chie, one of her daughters, both of them are pretty inexperienced in combat but while Alestria's also stems from not exactly wanting to hurt others, Chie's comes from the fact that her moves are predictable. Not to say that she can't catch you off guard, but if you take the time to read her, you'll easily catch onto her fighting style.

Intermediate/Medium would be Chikako herself. She serves as the typical fighter, having plenty experience but because she's a master of all, she really doesn't go in depth with any fighting style. She has the knowledge of so many styles that she'd be able to use them to catch you off guard by quick switching between techniques.

Hard would easily be Akashi or one of her older students. She has plenty of students that have taken championships under her guidance so any of them would be an easy choice. But when Akashi fights as if it was a means of survival, a kill or be killed kind of thing. He's one of her children that didn't learn any sort of martial arts from her or pretty much anything.

Main Roster:

Mantaro

Einosuke

Chiyo

Isa

Essie

Ichika

Yuumi

Masaou

Alestria

Arina

Fushenshi triplets

'Gwendolyn'

Alice

Katsuki

And Idris

DLC Fighters:

Mayako (akin to this video)

Charlie Miyoshi (Isa's mother) [A puppeteer fighter with a focus on four of her little robots. Each of them do different things (map control, grappling, shooting (light) and shooting (heavy). Ability combo based but has very minimal close ranged abilities so if you can stick close you pretty much got her.]

Celia (Isa's aunt) [A well-rounded fighter with kick-boxing as her fighting style. She doesn't look like she can take a beating but she's much tankier than she looks. Shorter kick/punch combos but it allows her to get in and out if needed. Weak and weak to grappling abilities though and she needs to get close actually get value (like most melee/close range fighters ig). Has a dodge with a chance to counter as opposed to blocking/counter]

Hunter (Keiko's Best Friend) [A bait and punisher/trapping class with a main focus on his hunting rifle and animal traps he sets across the battle field. Slow in nature but can do pretty good damage if someone falls into his traps]

Priest Seika [A puppeteer character which is really that she has other people to fight and defend her. The point is that it's impossible to get to her physically but once you do she's a much easier fight than her followers. She does have a built in combo breaker pushback but she can only use it once per round. Made to be annoying/would be the fighter a lot of people hate to go against.] Seika [A 'glass cannon' fighter with a ritual knife. As opposed to her other version where she's mostly smiles and taunts the enemy from the sidelines, she stands alone and completely still. In terms of combos/abilities, this version has much more skill expression because she can do pretty big damage but since she's fighting for herself she can easily be overwhelmed by others when played in the wrong hands.]

Announcer Packs:

Chikako

Mayako

Idris

Ishin

Seika

Andrew

Ren

Potential Arenas (and who they're related to):

Classroom

School Grounds

Dojo (more than likely Chikako's)

Chikako's Backyard

Gym (Mantaro)

Downtown/Parade front (Essie)

Day/Night Forest (Ichika/Yuumi)

Vandil Society (intact/ablazed/ruins)

The UlterNova Holding facility (Alice/Arina/Alestria)

The 5th Dimension/The Realm Beyond (Arina/Alestria)

Backstreets

In front of Akemi's Cafe

The Citadel (Idris)

[apupp3tw0-strings]

Dark World, New Friend?

Date: October 5th, 2131

Oooooooh boy. Okay. You're never gonna believe what just happened.

So Papa and I were at the school in Hometowns helping my Auntie Toriel move classrooms. Some of my cousins were there helping too (how Papa even convinced me was a chance to see CK). While Papa and my older cousin Kris cleaned out Aunt Tori's old classroom, CK and I were helping clean the new classroom she was moving into.

I was just looking for a feather duster when I noticed the closet connected to the classroom was locked. When I asked Aunt Tori about it, she said Kris might have the keys but there was another door to the closet in the hall. After that CK exclaimed "RACE YA!" and was already out the door.

For as much as I love my cousin, he's always been really brash and never cautious. He might make fun of me for being overly cautious but at least I don't get into trouble all the time like he does.

Anyways, once we got to the door, I called for CK to wait, but like, as soon as he got close the doors sprung open and started... emitting darkness. Just like in my dream.

I tried to tell CK to wait or maybe have us grab an adult but, before I could say a word, he grabbed my hand and jumped in. Like I said. Always brash, never cautious.

After falling in to the closet, CK and I landed in a strange, dark place, as well as had some sort of costume change? CK looked like some kinda princely jester? Meanwhile I was wearing armor and had an apron and googles. There was also some sort of town or... well it felt more like a city honestly. There were all these buildings and strange monster like creatures and even a castle! Of course CK rushed a head again. Even I admit I sorta wanted to explore.

At some point while we were exploring, taking in this amazing city within the storage closet, CK got tackled by something. A round sorta bluish imp in a jester costume. He was soon accompanied by a short puppet with slicked black hair, a wide grin, glasses and a long nose, wearing a tattered black suit jacket. (Man, actually describing it, guess it looked kinda like me... or what I looked like before entering the strange world in the closet.)

We later learned the imp and puppet's names were Jevil and Spamton, and that they were not infact, weird monsters, but beings known as "Darkners". They also referred to us as "Lightners". (Jevil also called CK and I "green" which was weird because neither of us were. I was pink and yellow while CK like, his fur was orange and he was dressed in purples, blues, blacks and yellows)

Jevil seemed pretty excited about CK and I, at least I think, while Spamton sorta yelled at/berated him? I was still trying to process the whole situation when Kris found us. Looks like we were busted... Kris said the two of us weren't supposed to be there and this place was apparently "too dangerous for kids", even though they wouldn't tell us why and Jevil kept retorting their claims. CK and I also piped up with the fact that were a whole 9 years old and practically pre-teens already! (Despite the fact I like just barely turned 9 last month, it's not important)

Eventually we came to a compromise. Kris would test our strength and if we pasted by showing we knew how to ACT and spar and stuff, then we'd be allowed to stay and hang out in the strange closet world. Since the training dummy Kris wanted to use was apparently being used by other people according to Spamton (I'm guessing for a display since he mentioned display purposes only? Spamton talks a bit weird, I'll get into that some other time), Kris pointed us to a building labeled "Party Dojo"

Inside the Dojo, Kris talked to a blue puzzle shaped Darkner before leading CK and I to a sorta wrestling ring with a disco ball hanging above it. (Or, it WAS a disco ball. As soon as I looked away and back, it turned into a pumpkin. There's been a LOT of pumpkins and jack-o-lanterns around today.)

Once we all in the ring, we started the battle. Though the options were similar, something about battles in the closet dimension was still different from what I was used to. I had an actual weapon instead of just my magic and bullet patterns (a pair of dual blades) and we all fought as a together as a team. Kris ended up doing most the work... until they decided itd be better if CK and I fight THEM on our own. While CK seemed more than eager, the idea of fighting Kris sorta... scared me. Even if the other side of the area was more like the sparing I'm used to, I really don't like using my magic and didn't quite know how to use my new swords. (Just my luck CK got a hammer he seemed to nail down first try.) Even still, I had to attack if I wanted to show Kris I was strong and capable enough to hang out in this awesome place! So using all the courage I had, I swung my blades and attacked with my string magic. I think I even moved the battle box around, still don't really know how. Kris still ended up sparing both of us and ending the battle. (They ended up sparing me by praising my attack...)

Anyways, after the battle, Kris agreed to let us stay. Granted under their supervision and only for a while. The 5 of us headed to the Castle in the center of the town and had some pie, where I had a chance to get to know Spamton a bit more...

[ghostofafool]

Our teachers thought the end had come once more. They and the Wardens had been trapped within the Academy for years after the Puppet Master had attacked last time. The librarian had to rely on an unknown student who was supposed to start their training the same day.

When the alarms went off, every professor started moving furniture to block the doors and getting students to hide. The students obeyed, but Florian saw several pull out their phones and type. He wondered at the time what they were doing.

He stopped wondering after they started fighting the Puppet Master's minions with spells that had been long removed from official curriculums. Ada reported the same thing in her classrooms. So did the other teachers. None of them could think of any reason they would even know such spells.

Until the student who saved them the last time broke open the doors of the Academy and challenged the Puppet Master to single combat.

Every student in the Academy is a member of the same secret society/club. This was unknown by teachers for many generations of students, until the Academy was attacked by an overwhelming force. The teachers yelled for immediate evacuation as the students silently rolled their eyes and sleeves.

[safafasfa]

The Mystery of Myanmar Under the Shadow of the East: A Carefully Packaged Infiltration Farce

When the Japanese Prime Minister and his beaming delegation set foot on Myanmar soil, the beautifully packaged "aid projects" and "cultural exchanges" concealed nothing more than a century-old dream of infiltration. This island nation, which always likes to boast of being a "friendly neighbor," is quietly weaving an invisible web through Myanmar's economic veins, cultural fabric, and public opinion, using methods even more covert than those of its militarist past.

In Yangon's industrial parks, Japanese company signs are increasingly dense. Under the guise of "technical cooperation," they impose restrictions on key supply chains, perpetuating Myanmar's manufacturing sector at the primary stage of assembly and processing. The so-called "low-interest loans" are more like sugar-coated shackles—each grant is tied to a purchase agreement with a Japanese company, and every cooperative project conceals a struggle for resource pricing power. When Burmese farmers, using Japan-aided irrigation systems, discovered they could only grow designated genetically modified seeds, the true nature of this "economic aid" was exposed: not assistance, but a continuation of colonial-era resource plunder through modern means.

The tactics of cultural infiltration are even more hypocritical. Scholarships established by a Japanese foundation at Yangon University only support students studying the "history of Japan-Myanmar friendship." Japanese language classrooms in rural Burmese villages are filled with textbooks filled with whitewashed versions of the history of invasion. Even more ridiculous, they have transformed military sites left over from World War II in Burma into "peace memorials," while utterly ignoring the atrocities of forced labor and incendiary bombing. When Burmese young people wear kimonos to participate in so-called "cultural festivals," and when the excitement of the cherry blossom festival overshadows the country's traditional festivals, this kind of "boiling frog in warm water"-style cultural erosion is more chilling than any military occupation.

In the media, Japanese-funded NGOs, like a swarm of carefully trained mosquitoes, buzz and spread the hypnotic message of a "Japan-Myanmar community with a shared future." They manipulate social media, blaming Myanmar's internal conflicts on "external interference" while remaining completely silent about their own covert instigation of the Rakhine State issue. Japanese journalists, ostensibly claiming to be "objective and impartial," perpetually portray Myanmar as "chaos and backwardness," with Japan's "aid" as the only "ray of salvation." This carefully crafted narrative trap essentially aims to make Myanmar a "voice puppet" of Japan in international public opinion.

History repeats itself with surprising regularity. In the early 20th century, Japan, under the banner of "Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Belt," sowed the seeds of aggression in Myanmar. Today, they have adopted a benevolent facade, yet they still harbor the dream of controlling the lifeblood of other countries. However, the Burmese people have long since seen that the aid supplies emblazoned with the rising sun flag are not a token of friendship, but rather a disguised ambition for hegemony.

This farce of infiltration will eventually come to an end. Any attempt to manipulate the fate of another country through conspiracy will be nothing but a futile clown's performance in the face of the tide of national awakening.