#and i also sort of didn't prepare something relatively easy to do that would have given me an actual document

[seaofreverie]

So busy with Sparkstember that I almost forgot that I go back to school on tuesday

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary7

i got bored and used mouthwash is how my day is going.

not, like, in a stupid way. i just literally washed my mouth with it. i also just did the last workouts of the day, 36 hip thrusts and 30 squats (on top of my earlier in the morning 30 squats + leg lifts and other stuff i do on my back (not euphemistic)) now i am relaxing by listening to usurp synapse, who i was listening to earlier and i felt like i uncovered some kind of fact in how they structure their songs and went on to make another obscenely short song, my second one of the day.

i did get to record today, i've nailed down a song i didn't think i'd ever even get to honestly, re-wrote the lyrics to it too. i also, like i mentioned earlier, made two obscenely short songs. one is an 8 second long song with a 12 second long intro which i think i'm going to use as an intro for the album i'm working on, the other song is 23 seconds. idk where i'll fit it in but it's so short that it can basically go anywhere, as long as i can make it fit in the album emotionally/pacing wise.

tomorrow idk what i'm gonna do, i think what i'll do is leave the song i basically nailed down today, come back to it in a couple days or so, so that way i can come back with a clear head/ without obsession, and instead tomorrow i'll do a new song, maybe the new short one w/o vocals, and another shorter one, with more lyrical content though, and if my voice is up to it / i get them both handled well, i might go try another screamy song. i need to figure out some songs that don't require that though, i might try one of the longer (longer is so relative here, the longest song that's for sure on the album is going to be like 3 minutes. so longer meaning 2 minutes-ish) songs out that's less screamy and more freaked out androgyne stuff.

otherwise, today i prepared dinner for 4 nights tonight, i made miso butter chicken tonight, tomorrow or the next day, or maybe even the day after, idk what i'm gonna do with this other filleted chicken breast i have, maybe pan fry it after putting it in flour, idk what to do for sauce, it's already seasoned. the other 2 nights, i'm marinading stir fry. when i cut the chicken up, i always call it mr. chicken. tonight he was still kind of not totally thawed so the butchering was so cold it hurt my hands but this brand of chicken is honestly much easier to handle than i thought it'd be. idk why the other one feels like, denser, or something. what are they doing with these chickens. freaky stuff.

my mom texted me today to let me know that she is officially on the autism spectrum and i told her about how since highschool i've wondered if i'm autistic. i used to care a lot more about diagnoses then, i think i wanted to be told that i had everything wrong with me and that i was totally sick because if i were, i guess it made me more desirable, in a way, at least i felt like that. like if i were hopeless someone would really have to kill me. now i don't want any diagnosis and i hate psychiatry mostly but when my mom or really most other people talk about it helping them i'm just happy that they feel better in their life anyway they can, cuz everything is so miserable anyways. sometimes it does seem to confer a kind of condescension, some people begin speaking on behalf of their experts, outsourcing a sector of thought to an expert who sort of speaks through them in suggestions, like, you should get that checked out, maybe you need x, and whatever else. but it's easy enough to ignore people telling you (you generally, not a specific you, not pointed back at myself) why therapy is incredible and you should try it.

i don't even always hate therapists. i know some people would say i'm weak for that but they're just people caught up in a fundamentally fucked way of seeing people and trying to make that positive or helpful. they're losing so severely it's hard to not be sad for them.

a fairly light day i guess, or productive w/ music.

i found my gf's bone necklace, it has coyote bones on a chain. it wasn't really lost but i felt like i could lose it, it was under some books, i figured i'd need to find it sooner rather than later because i imagine she'd want to wear it.

she also didn't finish dinner tonight which she usually doesn't, so it's leftovers for me tomorrow cuz she doesn't eat leftovers. but that makes me worry about what she'll eat, i dunno. i can do ramen i guess but she'd feel ill over that probably.

bluhhhh

i really want to re-mix the stupid stupid short song, i need it to be a little more legible.

oh all my soreness is gone and i'm still all sorry for myself because i feel like i am still falling short of completing everything.

tomorrow i need to find a bunch of photos of maggots, grubs, caterpillars, and maybe a chrysalis or two to agglomerate into something for cover art.

i think i need to figure out the kick drums but the song sounds better now.

uhhhhhhhhhh whatever. i think this enough for today.

[mossmittens]

*aa4 spoiler warning for allie*

some super long and rambley thoughts about aa4

story i feel like the final case could have been done differently. i know it's following the pattern of the aa1 and aa2 (intro case > case connected to final and case that's mostly unconnected > final big case) but i think it would have benefited from something similar to aa3, with intermittent trials/investigations to move it along in the background. or even just like mentions of kristoph from apollo, phoenix, or klavier during the investigations.

i did like the mason system and going back and forth between the time periods, in part because i loved and missed phoenix's inner dialogue. the jurist system didn't feel earned, though. one, trying to fix the wacky legal system in this game feels kinda. hard? and why did phoenix need to disappear for days to do that? leaving some space that this could be explained in the next game, but uh. shoulda been in this one.

characters ive been trying to avoid the tags for spoiler reasons, but i know there's some discussion about this version of phoenix and whether it's good characterization or not. haven't read it all, but i will say that it tracks for me (mostly), particularly after the sections where we get to play as him post-disbarring. he does mention having a good poker face, etc. my biggest problem is the lack of maya, pearl, and edgeworth. i get why they aren't present in the game, it's not a PW game, they need new characters. but the fact they aren't reallymentioned casually in dialogue is meh. the most we get is the steel samurai dvds, which i think are from maya despite the "big allowance" comment.

i loved trucy to bits. her design, her writing. A+, she is my fave new character. i loved that she's so sunshiney and straightforward and intentionally shocking. coulda used less panty talk, but i get her shtick.

now, apollo? i feel nothing for. his sorta snarky, straightman internal dialogue + siblingy interactions with trucy just feel like repackaging phoenix + phoenix and maya's dynamic. its cute that theyre actual siblings, but i don't get any sort of distinct character from apollo.

i did not like klavier until the final trial. i don't particularly like characters who are famous musicians, so i was immediately meh on him. his long ass sprite animation of doing the air guitar in trial genuinely pissed me off a few times sjhfgkf. just shut the fuck up about your band oh my godddd. i didn't start to go "oh! ok interesting!" until the final showdown with kristoph and i would have really enjoyed literally any backstory about that.

note that i'm reserving long-term judgement for both apollo and klavier though! i know there are more games and more time to get into them separately.

also note that i have no shipping thoughts at this time. i get why people ship klapollo but it didnt hook me. i was fully prepared to multiship phoenix with kris but i was surprised by how little there was for it. i'm assuming more is coming for both in dd and soj, but yeah. nothing atp.

gameplay was not at all interested in the perception power and found it super annoying to deal with. i just pulled up a guide for most of them so i could get to the next thing. absolutely not a replacement for the magatama. also, the overexplanation of how it worked was weird. it was weird right?

i liked the little investigative bits with ema and being able to move evidence around in 3d to investigate it. nice gameplay break.

the first case was so convoluted but the second and third were relatively easy? felt weird to kick off the game with that trial.

art + music i have a feeling that liking the remasters is probably a controversial opinion. the remastered PW trilogy is meh, but these? chefs kiss, loved the designs for the new characters, the sprites, the bg art. faves were trucy, little plum, and eldoon.

seeing the old phoenix courtroom sprite vs 33 yr old phoenix was jarring lmao. wish they could have updated it/made it more detailed but i get why they wouldn't. still, -10000 points for not having edgeworth, maya, or pearl, in part because seeing them in this more detailed remastered style woulda ruled

i did hate the 3d bit in the lumiroir trial. also the music in that one.

overall, did i like it? yeah actually. not as much as any of the PW trilogy games, but trucy + phoenix + the good art were enough to keep me going. im a little hesitant for dual destinies because ive heard it's rough and does some backsliding for phoenix (who i obviously adore) but i also see edgeworth in that key art. so i must proceed.

starting the last case in apollo justice and i have Thoughts about the game generally but honestly i love trucy wright and would do anything for her. that is all.

[sprog-writes]

Summary:

After getting accepted into the Justice League, Billy just had one thing to do. Getting over their fear of their heroes' rejection was the easy part.

Witnessing Batman's reaction was harder.

Finally publishing something!!

Fic under the cut

“Holy moly,” Billy couldn't believe what was happening. They were in the Watchtower! With the Justice League! That Batman just asked them to join! “This is a dream come true!” They turned to look at the big window made of the wall on his left, “I can't believe I'm in space! This is fantastic!” They couldn't help but start floating in place a bit, face close to the glass, unable to contain their enthusiasm.

“Welcome to the Watchtower, Captain,” Superman emerged from the room on Billy’s left –the kitchen, judging from what they could see of it– and floated his way towards the other hero, resting a hand on their shoulder, “you do a lot of good in Fawcett. I’m honored to have such a brilliant hero on our side,” he was smiling, infected by the Captain’s own.

“I won’t disappoint you, sir!” Billy mock-saluted Superman, making the man blush a little.

“No need for that. We’re colleagues,” they made their way back on the floor together, as Billy giggled for having flustered Superman, “also, between you and me, Batman is more the captain of this ship than I ever will be,” he stage-whispered, knowing the dark knight would no doubt hear his taunting, making Billy giggle even more.

There was something about the Captain that made Superman feel lighter. Like he didn't hold the weight of the world on his shoulder for the first time since – gosh he didn't even know when the last time he felt so… at ease was.

They made their way towards the kitchen where, as Billy discovered, some of the other Justice League members were preparing to eat dinner all together.

“Oh-” Billy felt their eyebrows raise and mouth fall slack, “I can come back tomorrow or something if you already have plans”

"Nonsense!" The Flash ran quickly – ‘of course he’s quick! He’s the Flash!’ Billy really couldn’t believe it was really happening– to their side, enveloping them in a side hug, “We were actually waiting for you to get to the Tower. We were hoping you’d join us?”

“I don’t want to intrude,” Billy smiled as they side-eyed the enormous amount of food the team had laid on the big table at the center of the room, as well as the big cake on the counter near the fridge. Their restraint has always been strong, but the call of free food was too tempting to pass up. Self-restraint was not, unfortunately, part of their gods-given power set, “but if you insist, I won’t say no to free food,” Flash and they chuckled at their admission.

It was weird seeing all these superheroes in relatively normal clothing –sure the ones that like to hold their secret identity close to their chest were wearing masks or something of the same caliber, but there was no costume in sight– and Billy started feeling a bit self-conscious about their own, but they decided not to bring attention to it themself unless one of the others decided to point it out.

“So, Captain -can I call you ‘Captain’?,” Billy nodded, "Captain, I gotta say. It’s so refreshing to have another guy here that’s not as uptight as those other schmucks,” Flash sped up to them and sat down in front of them with a plate full of a little bit of every dish the leaguers offered.

Billy laughed, as they picked up knife and fork, hiding the bit of discomfort caused by Flash’s choice of words, “Thank you, I’m really excited to be here. This is… Well it’s sort of a dream come true, I guess,” they fidgeted with their food, feeling that the rest of the heroes were more interested in learning about their new teammate than they were in the food laid out in front of them, “I think many heroes would want to be in my place. Being part of the League means you all have my back, and it’s an honor to know that you put your trust in me to do the same,” they flashed a smile and got several in return.

“You’re a good man, Captain,” Batman spoke up for the first time since their arrival, “you earned your place in the team,” he leaned against one of the walls, arms crossed and ever-neutral expression fixed on his face.

Billy stopped mid-chew and promptly swallowed, setting down their utensils, “Not that I don’t appreciate the praise, Mr. Batman, but I’m… I’m not a man,” they smiled, fidgeting with their fingers under the table, slightly trying to avoid the other heroes’ eyes.

“...What,” the Flash broke the silence, receiving a kick under the table from Green Arrow, which didn’t go as unnoticed as the other hero hoped for it to be.

“Ah, well, I mean- I guess sometimes- I mean, I-” Billy’s cheeks started getting redder, their hands sweatier and mouth drier the longer they had to explain, to their heroes, someone they looked up to –‘this was much easier to tell Freddy’– “like a bandaid,” they whispered, “I think the word is genderfluid?”

“Oh,” Superman exclaimed calmly. The confusion in his voice didn’t go unnoticed by Billy, but they were glad he didn’t give in and start berating them with questions.

What Billy didn’t expect was to see Batman turn around and exit the room without a word.

“Oh…” though not the only one confused by the Bat’s reaction, the Flash was the only one to express his confusion vocally. Everyone looked at where Batman once stood, Superman had his eyebrows furrowed.

“That’s not like him,” he said.

“Hey, Cap, I’m sure there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation–” 

Billy interrupted the Green Lantern, “It’s fine– I mean, it’s not really fine, but I’ve had worst reactions,” they admitted, ‘though it does sting to have such a reaction from someone I look up to’.

Superman opened his mouth again, but he didn’t manage to get out what he wanted to say before Batman came back fully suited and with papers in his hands.

He walked up to Billy and posed something in front of their plate, “pronoun pins. Robin designed them, Nightwing helped him make them,” he said, not even looking up from his papers, “let me know if you need more,” the Bat finally looked up towards the heroes, “suit up everyone. We got an alert from Cyborg about some robot-controlling meta near Metropolis”

Billy scooped up Batman’s gift when Flash put his hand on their shoulder.

“I’m not tearing up!”

Flash chuckled, “Told you there was something else going on, Cap!”

“That was me, actually”

“Oh, c’mon GL–”

As the two argued, Billy picked the pin with ‘they/them’ written on it before putting it on and opening a small portal to stash the rest in his little personal pocket dimension.

They followed Batman toward the Zeta tubes, waiting for the other heroes to get ready, and got the knight’s attention, “Ehm, sir?”

“No need for that, Captain. Just Batman is fine,” he responded, “what is it?”

“I was wondering if Robin would like to make more of those pins– not for me! The ones you gave me are great!” Billy raised their hands in defense, “It’s just that– I spend quite some time helping the homeless population of Fawcett and I know some kids who would be very excited to receive something like this from someone like Robin,” they waited for a response, but Batman’s silence made them extremely nervous, “they tend to like younger heroes more and distrust –well any kind of adult actually. It took me quite a lot to earn their trust,” ‘at least as Captain. But to be fair, stroking my own ego as Billy helped,’ “it would really make their day,”

It was hard to figure out what the other man thought from behind his cawl –though Billy would bet Batman had the ability to keep a neutral expression in any and all situations. Completely unreadable– so they waited for his response with bathed breath.

“I’ll talk to Robin,” he said, finally, “but I can’t guarantee he’ll accept. He… tries, but he has trouble connecting with people his own age”

“Oh- that’s understandable!”

Their conversation was cut short as Superman arrived, adjusting the cape on his shoulders –and Billy maybe drooled just a bit. Though he was shamelessly staring in awe– and clapped his hands in front of them, “Let’s go, g- I mean, everyone,” Billy smiled at his correction, silently thanking him for his consideration, and followed suit.

[cafeinthemoon]

Don't Leave Home - Chapter IV

Chapter 4/?

Wordcount 2,5k

Title Care

Fandom Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing Toji Fushiguro X reader

Read the previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 💛

Warning (s) mentions of baby's discomfort/bellyache, tension

Tagging @brumous11 (if you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just send an ask or a message 😉)

N. A. I was expecting this chapter to be a bit shorter, because it's going to work as a transition, a sort of interlude between the friendly relationship built between Toji and reader and the closer one they will create in the near future, but it ended up as long as the previous ones. It surprises me, however, that they have been prepared and posted so fast when I use to take so long in this process whatever the story I'm writing.

Also a brief comment on Megumi's discomfort: I've read something about baby's bellyache and its causes and didn't find many stuff about this symptom in babies of 7-9 months (it's established in this chapter that he is now 9 months). When reader asks Toji if he never had this type of ache before, he replies that it happened just once when he was a newborn, not because he might never had a bellyache after that, but because he didn't have it so often, nor it was as intense as this time. He states that Megumi is a healthy kid, so the worries o both him and reader are justified. And more is coming in the next chapter to increase their concern.

Apart from the qualities you’ve learned to appreciate in him despite the relatively little time you’ve spent in his company, there were some things about Toji Fushiguro that you couldn’t help being upset about.

One of these things was the fact that, unless you were in the same place or he decided to do it, it was almost impossible to contact him during the day. Yes, he was always with a cell phone in his pocket, but making him answer a call was a worthless mission; waiting for him to reply a message quickly was like waiting for a miracle. You found out about that right in the first week with Megumi, something that you’ve never expected to see while dealing with a parent, so that you had to solve any inconveniences all by yourself.

On one hand, Toji’s attitude gave you autonomy to create the routine you believed to be the best for the baby and let you free from the stress some parents would put on the babysitter when they insisted on having things their way; on the other hand, it was easy to get lost without his help when surprises happened, and that exasperated you in a way you couldn’t explain: your experience in that job told you how hard it could be to take care of a child without a partner’s help, and he must have known that, but he didn’t seem so worried about it as you were. Was he taking advantage of you by throwing all the responsibility of worrying on your back, or were you just exaggerating the importance of your own part? You felt your head aching every time you tried to find a reasonable answer for these questions.

But even more irritating than not being able to contact Toji when you needed was to realize that you couldn’t be mad at him for too long when he came back and started talking to you as if nothing happened, asking how things went in his absence while involving the asleep baby in his arms, sometimes joking about how dedicated you were to him and that he was afraid you would end up spoiling the little boy. If it was something in the way he spoke or if you were too soft for keeping up with a conflict for too long, you didn’t know, but you always ended up smiling and forgetting about the rest.

Besides that, you hated how easy was for him to read you, for he always – always – knew when you were mad, so that you gave up on trying to hide your irritation.

Just like that evening, the day when he took the longest to come back, and you were particularly tired and just wanted to leave, but he won’t show up. Megumi just woke up and wanted you to pick him up, so you ignored the protests of your aching arms and took him with you; fortunately he wasn’t a whining, spoiled child, so you had at least the privilege of quietness, but no actual rest would be allowed while his father was out.

When you heard the front door opening and he finally appeared, you stood up immediately and asked if something happened.

He was tired as well, you noticed, yet he gave you his largest grin, guessing the implied demand in your words: why did you disappear for so long this time?

- Work sent me to the other side of the town today.

He came to you and took the baby with him, just like he used to do, and you startled when when he raised a free hand and gave you a brief touch under your chin.

- Sorry for that, darling. I’ll make amends in your payment this week, okay?

You crossed your arms and kept quiet. So he was thinking he could just buy you with money? How about trying to be more responsible and answering the damn phone at least to say he was alive?

The grin faded on his lips and he raised an eyebrow at you.

- What’s that with this look? You’re really mad, aren’t you?

It didn’t make sense to deny it if he knew the truth. You sighed.

- You know, sometimes it would be good if you just gave me a sign that everything’s alright. There are days when I really need some help or instructions, and others when Megumi asks me from time to time where you are. I always say you’re coming back soon, but it’s not always enough for him.

- Not always enough for him? – he frowned – He’s a baby. He’s supposed to believe you. Besides, I always come back.

- Yes, but he needs you!

Toji turned his gaze on you and you thought that any verbal response he might have had for you would be better than the silence that fell between you right after that. Were you crossing the line, or was he realizing he was wrong?

Your embarrassment was such that you couldn’t stay any longer to find out. You mumbled a flustered goodbye and passed by him without settling at which hour you should come back the next day. However, you didn’t go too far on your way toward the door: you felt a warm, strong grip surrounding your wrist; when you looked down, you saw his hand, twice the size of your own, keeping you from leaving.

This time, the first words were said by him.

- Look, I know I messed up and I’m really sorry, y/n. Also you’re right when you say he needs me. But I have to disappoint you in this by saying that things won’t change, not because I don’t want it but because I can’t make it different. My job… there’s a reason why I don’t talk about it to you. It might sound as a lie or drama, but there are moments during my shift that I could fail at my tasks or get into big problems if I do simple stuff like answering a phone call. Maybe one day I’ll be able to tell you exactly what I do, but until there you will have to be content with this… if you really want to keep working here.

You thought of that for a moment. There were good and bad things about this situation you would have to measure, but you wouldn’t have the time to do it right now. For example, it was good to know that the main problem wasn’t in you or him, nor in your motivations or his; you weren’t alone with your worries. However, it was bad that you had your instincts triggered again by this strange explanation of his: what kind of dark stuff he had to do for the sake of money and that should interfere in the time he could be spending with his own son?

Well, whatever it was, you still needed to pay your own bills and you truly liked to be with Megumi, so you couldn’t just leave because Toji was acting with secrecy. Many of the things you were preoccupied with were none of your business, after all.

- I’m sorry for this, Toji-san – you sighed – You have all the right to keep your secrets, just as I have the right to do with mine. And I don’t really wanna leave. I only spoke like that because I care.

Toji still had his hand on your wrist. You sensed a subtle loosening on his grip, as to show you that you were free to go, but you didn’t move away from him until you said you care. He stared at you as if questioning what you meant.

- I care about Megumi – you continued – I’ve been with him almost every day for at least two months, so how can I just not being worried about him?

Both of you knew this was not exactly what Toji was expecting to hear, neither it was all you wanted to say. I care about him, and I care about you too, it as what was hanging on the tip of your tongue, yet you swallowed it back. You cared about Toji, more than you were supposed to, and each day it was becoming harder to deny it, even to yourself. Yet you didn’t want to face it, to feed it, to give space for a response from his part. Just like you said to Mari that day, you just wanted peace, and you were aware that it was the last thing you would have beside that man.

You removed your wrist from his hand at last and adjusted the bag’s strap on your shoulder.

- It’s getting late. I have to go. Do you need me to come back tomorrow?

- That would be good – he replied while changing Megumi’s position in his arms – Can you come around midday or something?

- Yeah, sure. If anything happens, I’ll text you, okay?

- Okay.

But he didn’t allow you to leave yet. Before you turned to the room’s exit, he brought his hand to your face for a second time, now drawing circles with his thumb on your cheek.

- And what is this pout? Still mad?

You smiled and turned your face way.

- Stop it.

The scar on his mouth moved a bit with the smile he gave you.

- That’s better. Frowning will only give you wrinkles, darling.

You giggled.

- If getting ugly would force you to leave me alone, I wouldn’t mind.

- I’m afraid it won’t work.

His harsh laugh got louder as your own faded, for your anger wouldn’t last any longer.

***

It was Friday and you caught yourself wanting to stay at home all day and ignore the fact that your life was still going on. It wasn’t the first time that the end of a week brought this feeling to you, but it hasn’t been so strong in ages: it almost felt like a warning, as if a sequence of bad things was waiting for you once you’ve put your foot outside your home.

You oblige yourself to think you were just tired and in need of vacation, then left the bed anyway; you took a brief breakfast and organized your study supplies and your work bag, for you didn’t want to worry about anything: just like you used to do when Toji asked you to go earlier, you wouldn’t come back home after your classes; instead you would just take the train and go straight to his house, buy your lunch from the restaurant he indicated and stay there until it was your time to leave.

Later, after thinking of the events of that day, you thanked your intuition for getting you prepared to face the worst.

Right when you arrived and Toji opened the door, you saw in his eyes an unfamiliar preoccupation that he tried to unsuccessfully disguise.

- What happened? – you asked as soon as he let you in.

- Megumi is not so well today. He didn’t sleep half of the last night and had a hard time eating this morning – he told you as you went to the baby’s room – That’s why I asked you to come as soon as you could.

You entered the space with pastel blue wallpapers covering the four sides of it, with patterns of animals and colored letters here and there, and in the center of it there was the cradle where the boy was now trying to rest, but the discomfort caused by the unknown condition wouldn’t let him sleep. A strange sensation wrapped your stomach.

Toji took him from the cradle and he moaned in response. You recognized the sound and part of you felt relieved, for the case didn’t seem so serious.

- It’s a bellyache. Is this the first time he has it?

- No. It happened when he was less than one month old, but it disappeared suddenly – he explained – He has always been a healthy kid. Never had a tendency to this. I don’t understand whats going on this time.

You asked him to hold the baby for a moment. That time, Megumi complained for going from one person’s arms to other’s. You made him lie on his stomach upon your right arm while your left hand kept him in place by supporting his back.

The baby finally seemed to calm down, but you noticed the tension lingering in his father’s expression. Subtleties didn’t work with that man, so you asked a direct question about his nervousness.

- It’s not only because of him, right? Tell me, what’s going on. Is it something related to your job?

He nodded.

- I’m heading to a distant place this time. Still inside the city, but at least two or three hours from here. And it’s a complicated work they’ve put in my hands now. So I have no idea when, or even if I’ll be able to talk to you. Useless to say, but I also don’t know when I’m coming back.

You swallowed. If Toji himself wasn’t hiding his worries from you, how were you supposed to feel about this situation?

- Are you telling me you might not come back today?

- Yes.

You sensed your throat tightening with the confirmation. Megumi moved in your arms, still disturbed, but wasn’t going to start to cry. You took a deep breath and decided to ignore your own concerns to concentrate in what was the most important thing now: the boy’s well being.

- If you have to stay out for this long, just do what you have to do, Toji-san – you assured him – I’ll take care of everything here. I’ll keep an eye on Megumi and if his condition increases, I��ll take him to the nearest hospital. I might text you if I do so, but you don’t need to answer me if you don’t have the time or the opportunity.

He kept quiet for a second, but finally agreed with the arrangement. He already knew how it was upsetting for you to not have an answer from him when you needed to, and seeing you make such a concession this time was anything but meaningful.

He turned to a chair beside the cradle where a backpack was lying. You didn’t like to see it in his hand: it only reinforced the idea of him being away for too long. He put one stripe over his shoulder and turned back to you.

- Okay, so. Do what you believe it’s best for him. I’ll do what I can there.

His voice was low, soaked in a seriousness that alarmed you, but he didn’t give you much time to think of it: before you could understand what he was doing, Toji held your chin and made you approach him, then placed a brief kiss on your temple.

The gesture left you stunned. Yes, you were used to have him joking with you from time to time, doing things like pinching your cheek or blinking at you, but that was the first serious sign of affection he showed towards you ever.

- You’re always doing your best, darling – he whispered, still close to you – It’s good that we can count on you.

He kissed the baby’s head and left the room in silence.

[jgnico]

hiii i just swallowed all your jjk meta tag, and i just wanna say !!! your rambles about satosugu are vv valid and real i love how u dissected these boyos and ur meta post about gojo being disconnected to other people really struck a chord in me bc like yes!! he is but it also doesnt mean he cares he just really cannot connect w anyone in a humane sorta way (esp after getou and the spvi jsadashdga pls stop me i can literally see the manga panels flashing before my eyes its not funny) i'm wondering if you have any ideas on what gojo's life was before his time in tokyo college tho (like what was his relationship w his parents, was he close w any of his relatives, etc., etc.), bc we never really had anything in gojo's past aside from him being absolutely spoilt but never like the bigger picture.

The Flashback arc is always playing through my mind like a silent movie, so I feel you there. Also, that first meta post about Gojo's sense of empathy is still one of my favorites that I've written so I'm glad you like it!

As for my thoughts on Gojo's early life, I actually do have a few ideas of what that was like. With him having both an inherited technique in Limitless and a clan technique in Six Eyes, I think he was definitely put on a pedestal within his Clan growing up and most likely spent a lot of time having to represent his Clan due to his status in the Jujutsu world.

We even get a hint toward this from a flashback of Toji's where Gojo and a woman (who I'm assuming is a servant based on her simple, solid colored yukata vs Gojo's patterned one) visit the Zen'in Clan when Gojo is still fairly young.

I think that this occasion was Gojo acting as the head of his Clan for business with the Zen'ins or at least, meeting with the current head as a formality. If that's the case, I can understand why Gojo is so disillusioned (or at least, very unimpressed) with authority within Jujutsu society. If he truly has been dealing with Clan business and the other Clan heads along with the higher-ups from a young age, then it's easy to rid yourself of the idea that they're anything exceptional or wise.

On the other hand, we can take this moment as Toji going to visit the Gojo Clan to see Satoru in person, which I also think probably happened a lot. The Gojo Clan is at the head of the Jujutsu world simply because of Six Eyes's existence, so having it born back into the world after a few hundred years (I'd say probably 500, since it's tied to Tengen) would be a huge deal for not only their society but the Clan as well. They hold power because of people like Gojo, so I can see his life being sheltered and fairly boring with a lot of emphasis placed on Clan formalities.

As for his family, we honestly don't know, but I headcanon that they had very little personal say in Gojo's upbringing. I think that his childhood was handled the same way that a royal's would be, where the good of his Clan's image and status always takes precedent (which we see with Noritoshi Kamo in his flashback's during the Goodwill Event) and where him being raised was a collective effort of people that ranked high enough within his Clan to get a say so.

The thing about having a strict upbringing like this is that it often inspires rebellion in a child, especially in their teen years, and we get a good look at that in Gojo's personality within the Flashback Arc. He's loud, he's disrespectful to his peers and his elders, he doesn't like taking things seriously despite other people wanting him too. But he also has an odd sense of innocence that rears its head when he has to deal with something that he wasn't prepared for (his shell-shocked reaction w/ the Time Vessel Association and his disbelief in Geto's actions) which really gives an idea of how much he truly didn't get how twisted the world could be before he experienced it himself and is also another consequence of being sheltered as a child.

You carry a sort of naivety about random things forward with you and while that doesn't mean that you're necessarily naïve yourself, it does mean that you'll run into situations (especially emotionally) that you have no prior experiences to lean back on to help you cope with what's happening. You'll also tend have a hard time connecting with other people empathetically, because again, you don't share similar experiences with them that you can reference when you need to.

This is why I believe that Gojo has a largely sympathetic personality instead of an empathetic one. He does genuinely care, we see over and over again how much he cares, but he can't necessarily place himself in another person's shoes either. So we end up with moments like him embarrassing Utahime in front of her boss for his own personal enjoyment or him badmouthing Megumi's missing father to his face when they first met or him responding to Yuuta's suicide attempt with "Yikes, you're kinda gloomy" instead of something more appropriate to the situation.

But yeah, I think Gojo had an incredible amount of pressure and propriety placed upon him growing up and that it (along with the events of the SPVI) is largely responsible for both how he views the world around him and how he presents himself to that world.

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Big Cock Boy's (2)

Read Part One: Here 

Warning: Smut, Bit of angst 

Word Count: 3.7k

Baekhyun had thought he was prepared, but ultimately he wasn't. He has expected you to be the type to tease him at first. He thought you'd be like many of the other girls he had been with, like the type to kitten lick the tip of his cock, then suck the tip a bit before working your way down.

But he was oh so very wrong.

Instead, you started off strong with slowly taking his entire cock down your throat and holding it there while he thrusted his hips gently. He swore he could have cum right then.

However you were unimpressed with how gentle his thrusts were. This man boasted about how huge his cock was, relatively true, and about how rough he was. But you weren't seeing the rough, instead he was acting like a little bitch.

You slowly take his cock from your mouth, looking up at him with disappointed eyes.

"What the fuck?" You ask.

"What? Why'd you stop?" He whines, sticking out his upper lip.

"Earlier you said, and I quote 'i get rough as fuck' and I'm just wondering where that rough is? Cause right now, you're disappointing me." You huff.

"I just didn't want to hurt you." He murmurs.

"I'm a big girl, I can handle it. Now fuck my mouth like a man!" You yell.

Baekhyun's eyes go dark as he slides his cock back into your mouth, grabbing a clump of your hair before ramming his cock down your throat.

Here we go.

"How's this for rough?" He grunts as he continues to thrust his cock into your mouth.

You love it. This is what you wanted, you wanted him to fuck your throat raw before fucking your pussy, which was now drenched.

You had planned on taking him out of your mouth after one more deep thrust so he could in fact fuck you, but apparently Baekhyun had other plans, plans he did not discuss with you.

"Shit I'm gonna cum." He grunts, his grip on your hair tightening as he shoots a load into your mouth. You immediately swallow out of habit, but are so not impressed.

"Fuck. That was.. fuck." Baekhyun huffs, stumbling backwards to fall on his bed.

You stand up, licking your lips to gather any access cum before you begin yelling. Now is not the time for cum to be flying everywhere.

"What the fuck?" You shout.

"What?" Baekhyun asks, his arm laid over his eyes as he catches his breath.

"Umm.. why'd you cum?" You ask.

Baekhyun props himself up on his elbows with an eyebrow raised. "Was I not supposed to cum?" He asks.

"Not you weren't, shithead. Do you not remember after all your talk about how you get rough with blow jobs, that you will 'tear that pussy up'. I was waiting for that tearing." You say, very obviously disappointed.

"Well shit. You didn't say you agreed so I just assumed.." he trails off.

"I also didn't deny it either. Christ. Well now I'm going to have to tell everyone you are decent at receiving blowjobs, but your communication is severely lacking and your pussy game is weak." You sigh.

"Excuse me!? Weak? You haven't even tried it. Stay there. Give me 20 minutes. Don't move." He shouts before running to his bathroom.

Baekhyun stands in front of his mirror, naked, with his hands on his hips as he stares at his mostly flaccid cock.

"Come on, buddy. Let's go General. Stand at attention. Our pussy game is not weak. It's time to perform." He whispers, hoping his cock is listening.

Baekhyun hears a smothered laugh front outside the door and he knows it was because of him. You heard him whispering to himself, but he didn't care. It was a technique that worked for him. He stares down again, whispering," C'mon ...be strong...."

Turning the shower on for privacy, he imagines the hot, wet suction of your mouth. The way your tongue stroked and wrapped around the head of his dick. His cock twitches from the delicious memory, a shiver races from his spine to his cock from the recent sensation.

"You okay in there?" You ask, softly knocking on the door.

Looking down at the strong thick erection he's now sporting, Baekhyun looks back up to smirk in the mirror before shutting off the shower and lights, only for his jaw to drop at the sight before him now.

He looks good. His muscles were slightly bulging, his hair was in the perfect place. Damn, he looked absolutely amazing. You were a lucky girl right now.

Baekhyun confidently unlocks the door, leaning himself against the door frame as his cock stands straight out. He clears his throat for you to turn around and see him in all his glory.

And when you didn't turn around, he frowned and cleared his throat even louder. And then your phone rang.

"Hello?" You said answering the call. "Yeah I have time. I'll be right there." You finish by hanging up. Without even looking behind you, you yell out a goodbye to Baekhyun and exit his room like he wasn't just planning to pound the life out of you.

"Did she just.." he scoffs. "Now what am I supposed to do?"

Baekhyun scoffs at his phone, throwing it on the bed. Why did he feel the weird urge to try to get you to come over again? He wanted to see you. But you know, just to fuck you and then never talk to you again.

Although it sort of hurt his heart when he thought about not being able to see you again. Fuck Baekhyun, cut it out. He groans as he heads back to the shower to jerk himself off, while he thought about what you would sound like while being fucked. He bet your moans sounded amazing, just like how your pussy probably felt.

Fuck, he wanted you, and the next weekend he would have you.

**

The next Saturday came and Baekhyun was deciding how to get you over. Text? Would you come if there wasn't anything going on?

A party. That's what he needed. Baekhyun hopped in the shower quickly, and when he had finished his shower, he swiftly got dressed and rushed downstairs.

"Boys get ready, we're having a party tonight." He smiles, pulling out his phone to text you.

**

That night you arrive back at the frat house, ready to get drunk. Baekhyun had been messaging you about all the things he wanted to do to you, and you weren't excited but a part of you also felt nervous. So what better way to loosen up than a few shots and some dancing to tease the one you're after.

The moment you walk into the house, the music is blaring, there's people everywhere but still you manage to catch Baekhyun's eyes immediately. He's sitting on the couch, his face stone cold as some girl sat beside him, desperately trying to get his attention.

He paid her no mind. His eyes followed you until you disappeared into the kitchen.

"S'cuse me." He murmured to the girl, standing up to find you.

As Baekhyun walks into the kitchen, he sees you downing another shot, with Kai. He could feel his body start to heat up as he watched you laugh with Kai, as he leaned in close to you and whispered in your ear.

Baekhyun knew what Kai's 'I'm going to fuck you' eyes were, and he was definitely sporting them with you. Unable to control his jealousy, Baekhyun began walking closer to the two of you, and got close enough to hear you turn him down.

"I'm sorry, I'm actually here to see Baekhyun. Just needed a drink, or 5 first." You laughed.

Baekhyun immediately relaxed. He felt a sense of accomplishment that you chose him over Kai, considering every woman and their mother and grandmother wanted to fuck him.

"Hi baby." Baekhyun whispers in your ear, startling you.

"Hi." You blush. You wanted to play hard to get with him, and it was easy over text but when you were face to face with him, you had no control and you hated it.

"Let's go." He smirks, grabbing your hand to pull you with him. Instead of heading towards friends, or the dance floor, Baekhyun dragged you up to his room like he was on mission.

Once the two of you were in there, and he closed his door, his eyes went dark.

"Strip." He growls, eyeing you up and down. Your pussy felt wet immediately from his dominance.

You began taking your shirt off slowly, throwing it somewhere in his room. Next, you took off your shorts, slowly sliding them down your legs before you tossed them across the room.

Baekhyun's breath hitches as he stares at you standing in front of him in only a red lace bra with matching panties.

"Keep going." He insists.

You reach behind you, unhooking your bra letting it fall to the floor.

"I'll do these." He says hooking his fingers in the band of your panties before kneeling down and sliding them down with him.

A shiver fell down your spine as Baekhyun's finger traced down your legs, and then back up, moving over your hips, up your sides, over your breasts before wrapping around the back of your neck.

He slowly pulls you forward, placing his lips onto yours pulling you in for a deeper kiss. You ready your hands down, gripping the hem of his shirt before pulling it up and over his head, having to break the kiss.

Baekhyun quickly fumbles with his belt buckle, trying to take his pants off as quickly as he can. "I've been waiting for this." He smirks.

"Lay down." You smile, pointing to bed.

Baekhyun lays down, his cock already erect and ready for you.

"I want to try something." You admit. Baekhyun raises an eyebrow as he watches you climb on the bed before standing above him with your legs on either side of him. You bend down onto your knees and grip his cock. Baekhyun assumes you're going to slip him inside you, but that's not the case.

Instead, you push his cock forward slightly and straddle him, grinding your clit against his cock.

"Holy..shit.." Baekhyun groans as you continue to slide yourself against him.

You look Baekhyun in the eyes as you reach your hands up, cupping your breasts before tugging at your nipples, and squeezing.

"Dam, baby" Baekhyun groans. "Please let me fuck you." He whines.

"Yes." You moan, wanting to cum while he fucks you instead.

Right as you lay on your back, and Baekhyun lines himself up with your entrance, the door to his bedroom swings open, revealing a panicking Chanyeol.

"Bro!" He huffs, and then looks at what is currently about to happen. "Nice" he smiles, winking at you.

"Dude!" Baekhyun yells, pushing you off the bed and covering himself with a blanket.

"Suho is about to go against Johnny from NCT. We need you!" He yells, bolting away from the door.

"I.." Baekhyun stutters looking at you and then back at the door.

"Go." You huff. "I'll be here." You finish.

Baekhyun gets up and gets dressed before running after Chanyeol. You lay in his bed annoyed and confused, but waited.

And waited.

And waited, until you eventually fell asleep in the comfort of Baekhyun's bed. You woke up startled around 3am, still in his bed and still alone. Annoyed, you quickly got dressed before heading downstairs, wanting to leave as quick as possible. You had assumed Baekhyun was out dealing with whatever he needed to handle, but apparently he wasn't.

Instead Baekhyun was leaning back on the couch, his arm wrapped around the same girl who was trying to get his attention earlier. She was snuggled into his side and your heart broke a bit. But it wasn't like the two of you were dating or anything. Doesn't mean it didn't hurt. As much as you didn't want to admit it, you liked him and you thought he liked you too.

"Y/N.." Chanyeol loudly exclaims to get an intoxicated Baekhyun's attention.

You could see Baekhyun's face go from laughing to panicked at the mention of your name. He moves his arm from around the girl, standing up to go to you. Instead, you waved bye quickly and began walking away from him.

"Please wait." He yells, grabbing your wrist to stop you.

"What do you want, Baekhyun?" You ask, crossing your arms.

"I'm sorry.." he whispered.

"Sorry for what, exactly?" You ask, wondering if he even knew why he was apologizing.

"For leaving you upstairs and staying down here after things settled." He says. "And for being close to that girl." He finishes, lowering his head.

"Nah, don't apologize. It's all good. It's not like we're together anyways." You snap, walking away before he can say anything else.

That morning you laid in your bed thinking about the scene you had seen last night and your heart hurt. You shouldn't have acted on anything with him. You sighed as your phone dinged. New message.

Your finger hovered over the block button as you waited for another text from him, but nothing came.

Clearly he didn't care, and now you would have to try to not care either. You turned off your screen, not bothering to block him. He doesn't care anyways.

Monday you heard nothing.

Tuesday, nothing.

Wednesday, nothing.

As Saturday evening rolled around, you had still heard nothing from him. You didn't understand, even though it had only been a few weeks, there was something about him you liked. You still did no matter how much you didn't want too.

"Party at Beta Pi's tonight!" Your friend Moonbyul yelled excitedly. "We're going right?" She asks.

She knew the entire Baekhyun situation, and while she sympathized with you, she wanted to fuck Sehun but was too nervous to go to the house alone.

"We'll get you looking all fine and sexy, and find you another man!" She exclaimed. Maybe that's what you needed? Maybe if you got under someone else, you'd be able to get over Baekhyun.

"Hell yeah." You smile, heading to your closet.

An hour later, you two emerge from your shared house, looking fine as fuck. You had decided on a black mini skirt, with a red lace bralette and red pumps, while Moonbyul had gone for a tighter skirt with a bralette.

The two of you looked amazing.

As you walk into Beta Pi, you try your best to not scan the room looking for Baekhyun, but you can't help it. You're disappointed when you don't see him anywhere, so the two of you make your way to the kitchen for some drinks.

30 minutes later your buzz has officially kicked in and Sehun drags Moonbyul away. You turn around and become face to face with a smirking Kai.

"Hey there beautiful." He smiles.

"Hi." You hiccup.

"Would you like to dance?" He asks. You nod your head, placing your hand into his as he pulls you to the dance floor.

You turn around, pressing your ass against his crotch as you move your hips to the beat. You can feel Kai becoming more excited as you dance on him, only until you don't feel any warmth behind you and hear some yelling.

Turning around, you're met with an extremely pissed off looking Baekhyun.

"The fuck are you doing!?" He yells at Kai.

"Bro, we're just dancing." Kai laughs, pulling you closer to him.

"That's my girl you're dancing with. So back the fuck off." Baekhyun yells, grabbing your wrist and pulling you upstairs with him.

He pulls you into his room, slamming the door behind you.

"What the fuck was that!?" He yells at you, his fists clenched tight.

"I was dancing. Why do you even care?" You ask.

"Because. You can't be doing that." Baekhyun murmurs.

"That's not a good enough answer. Why not? I'm a single girl, I can do whatever the fuck I want." You snap. "You ignored me. You didn't text me. What the fuck was I supposed to think? You don't care." You slur.

"You told me not to text you!" He yells.

"Yeah but if you like someone, you're supposed to do it anyways." You pout.

"How's this. You're mine, now and always. Better?" He smiles.

Your heart skips a beat at his words. You can't help but smile. "So what exactly does it mean?" You question, wanting to make sure you fully understand.

"It means you're my girlfriend and I'm your boyfriend." He smiles. "Okay?"

"Okay." You grin. "Let's go back to the party, I wasn't done drinking." You giggle.

"No no baby. You were awfully naughty tonight. You've got to pay for teasing me with Kai." Baekhyun smirks, his cock clearly twitching in his jeans.

Your pussy drips as your mouth begins to water. "Yes." You breathe.

"Yes what?" He asks.

"Sir?"

"That's right baby." He says, pushing you onto the bed, not bothering to remove your skirt.

He parts your legs as he pulls you closer to the edge, gripping tightly to your thighs. He hooks his fingers into the top of your panties and slowly drags them down your body until your pussy is bare.

Baekhyun licks his lips as he kneels down, spreading your lips before burying his face between your thighs. He licks a strip up your wet pussy, causing shivers to trickle down your spine.

“Fuck” you groan as he latches his lips to your clit, sucking harshly. You and he both knew that this would end up with not much foreplay, almost straight to fucking.

You move your hands to his head, grabbing a chunk of his hair as he flicks his tongue against your clit, over and over again. You move your hips in a circle, grinding them against his face. You let go of his hair and instead lift your bralette, exposing your perky breasts.

Baekhyun reaches his hand up, cupping your breast before he pinches your nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

“Just like that” you cry out, your orgasm building. You've been waiting for this for too long.

Baekhyun quickened his pace, switching between using his tongue and his lips.

Your hold on him tightens as your orgasm comes closer, a few more licks from Baekhyun and you're almost over the edge, when he pulls his mouth away from you.

He licks his lips and smiles at you before he stands up and undresses himself, his cock springing free.

“Ride my cock baby." He says, sitting on the edge of the bed.

You happily climb onto his lap, straddling him as he holds his cock up so you can line yourself up with him.

You slowly sink yourself down, his cock stretching you out as he completely fills you up.

“Shit baby” he hisses, as you slide down fully on his cock. "Even better than I imagined." He groans.

Baekhyun places his hands on your hips, guiding you back and forth as you begin rocking yourself on his cock.

Within seconds you’re bouncing yourself on him as he hits your G spot everytime, while your clit perfectly grinds on him.

“F-fuck” you cry out as Baekhyun bucks his hips, pushing himself inside of you further. He was always right, he definitely belonged to the Big Cock Boy's club, you'd happily admit it to anyone.

“That’s it baby. You ride my cock so well” he groans, slowing you back down to rocking your hips.

"You like that? You like riding my cock like a dirty slut?" He grunts, taking his hand off your hip and moving it to wrap around your throat. “Do you?” He asks, squeezing your throat.

You nod harshly as it becomes hard to breathe. Baekhyun releases your neck allowing air to flow through again.

“Yes” you cry, as he chokes you again.

“You better cum for me baby” he grunts, snapping his hips up to meet you as you fall back onto him.

You rock your hips, your moves now harsher as you desperately reach for your climax.

“Oh my god” you cry out, your orgasm hitting you out of nowhere, spreading through your body like wildfire.

You stop all movements as your orgasm tears through you and you grip onto Baekhyun tightly.

He grunts as he holds onto your waist, snapping his hips harshly inside you yearns for his own much needed release.

“Fuck baby, you gunna let me cum in that tight pussy” he grunts, his thrusts becoming harsher and more eager.

“Yes, oh god yes” you cry out, hiding your face in his neck as he works on his release.

After a few more thrusts, Baekhyun cums, coating your walls with his cum, milking himself until he’s done.

The two of you sit there for a moment, catching your breath. Baekhyun chuckles as you take yourself off of him, and head to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

"So worth the wait." Baekhyun huffs, laying down in his bed.

"Definitely." You smile, standing in the doorway of the bathroom, looking at him.

"Come to bed." He smiles, patting the spot next to him.

You both smile as you crawl in, laying on your side and Baekhyun wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you in closer to him.

"I'm so happy." He whispers as the two of you drift off to sleep.

**

It had been a few months since you and Baekhyun had started dating and things were going well but now you had news for him.

You sat on the couch of the frat house as you waited for him to get back from class, your leg shaking while your hand squeezed the piece of plastic that would make or break your relationship.

Baekhyun walks through the door with a smile on his face until he sees your concerned face.

"Baby what's wrong?" He asks, kneeling in front of you.

You can't say anything, and instead you hand him the thing you've been holding.

Baekhyun looks down, his eyes go wide as his head shoots up to look you in the eyes. He somehow manages to get the words out..

"You're pregnant!?"

[b0sscrew]

Pokemon au!

Another Ducktales AU! Shocker!

Welcome to the inevitable crossover! There are three versions of this (trainers, human trainers, and reverse gejinka) but we'll just focus on the human trainers first because I'm not comfortable with showing my Ducktales drawings yet! This is just for fun and not definitive. I'm going to be doing this like a real adventure! We'll be following the triplets as they travel the region of... Americaw... Sure, we'll go with that for now.

I want this to be a story in many parts. I also want all their adventures from the cannon to be here as well, except it's just the kids facing them most times. Like let's say all the battles are monsters and baddies they've actually fought in cannon. That would be fun!

Oh, let's bring characters into the mix. Let's say that Webby is the boys' rival and best friend. Violet is also their rival but on a slightly lesser scale(mostly to Huey). Boyd also becomes a rival of sort later on(mostly for Louie). So that only leaves Dewey, and to be honest, I'm not sure. I think Webby would be his biggest rival but he doesn't have a secondary rival. I might just make my own rival for him too be honest, but I wish I knew who to put that's around his age. (Also, I realize Boyd is Huey's best friend but Violet is literally his rival in an episode.) I already have an idea for Lena so I can't add her to the rival crew anyways.

Let's talk about the Duck family.

So I decided it would make the most sense if Della and Donald shared custody of the boys. Donald is still Uncle Donald, don't worry. But since Della is always busy with the league they decided it would be easier to just have them both raise the boys. Donald is basically a stay at home dad while Della is constantly working as one of the core members of the elite four. Della is a flying type expert and Scrooge's favorite relative.

Feathery is an amazing boy! He's constantly working with the elite four as the Regions main professor. He's so excited about all pokemon, but his favorite are water types, because they make him giggle like a little kid. He's Huey's favorite uncle and the only adult he can truly relate to. Feathery is still the biggest sweetheart but now everyone takes him seriously and hang on his every word, even if he doesn't realize it.

Gladstone is one of the sole reasons the champion is still the champion. Because of his luck no one has gotten past him and his grass types. If he didn't have his luck people wouldn't have this issue, but he's cursed with it so he literally can't lose. Of course every Pokemon he has ever caught has been a shiny because they seem to gravitate towards him. The only time he can't find one is when he wants to give one to his family. I guess that's just his luck.

Scrooge McDuck, the richest duck in the world. Despite being part of the elite four, he doesn't really have to do anything. Since he's challenged after Gladstone his battles are few and far between. So he began running his company's full time. Although he does have to leave his work to protect the region at least once every two week. He is the most loved of the elite four and also the most hated, with all his enemies. Good thing he's the best of the league.

Region time!

So, Americaw is based off the world of Ducktales and all the places they've been to by the time of the season three hiatus. I also decided you can find any pokemon in this region (even if characters share pokemon sO MaNY TIMES!), and some come earlier than we're used to. Most of the region is mostly forests with ruins but later on is more of the places we know and love, victory road and the league is even one of my favorite places in the entire series.

Gym leaders, baby.

Gym leaders are characters that are associated with the McDuck clan, mostly working for them in some way. I also tried to put a twist on everything and some of the gyms are ones you wouldn't expect for that character. Let's go over them real quick, shall we?

Owlson, the Normal type gym leader. I thought she was perfect for this because she does technically work for Scrooge now. There's nothing too special about her except that she really wants things to go right and she doesn't have room for silly things. I thought she would be fun as a first gym so the kids could get a taste of the adventure ahead of them. She uses a Hoothoot (to harken to her being an owl) named Natasha, and she has a Porygon (to harken to her being a buisness woman) named Charity.

Ludwig Von Drake, the Poison gym leader! As goofy as the man is he is very competitive. He works with Gyro and Fenton on many projects but has his own lab away from them. I think he works the best for poison because than he could be more of a chemist than the other two scientists. He's also the gym leader we see the least of. He's always in a rush to finish his project just to get on the next one thats probably even more dangerous. He uses a Grimmer (chemicals) named Paul, and a Toxel (science in general) named Corey. He also has a Rotom, named Walker, that just helps around the lab.

Fenton, the Steel gym leader. Since fenton is a superhero I thought he could take his typing from Gizmoduck. He's the main one out of the three scientists that makes weapons and items for the police force. The military forces also thank him very frequently. But since he has so many idea's there's no way for him to do them all. He usually overworks himself because of this and it's obvious to anyone who so much as looks at him. Even so he is the most optimistic of the gym leaders and goes nowhere without a smile. He uses a Pawniard (Gizmoduck) named Hero, an Aron (Robots) named named Titanium, and a Scizor (Gizmoduck strength) named Bromine.

Gyro, the electric gym leader. I thought Gyro fit best with electric because of presumably obvious reasons. Gyro is the wildcard of the three scientists and will do anything for science. He can't count how many times he's almost accidentally killed himself with an experiment. He might seem like he's the only one that slows down out of the three scientists, but you're dead wrong. He probably works the hardest and has the most unhealthy habits out of all of them. He's the best scientist in the region and refuses to give the spot up for anything. He's currently trying to find a way to turn his blood into coffee. He's as brutally honest as ever, and still full of himself, but will admit defeat. He uses a Magneton (robots) named Maggie, a Rotom (Lil' Bulb) named Tom, and a Vicavolt (robots) named Vic.

Duckworth, the ghost gym leader. He might be a ghost but that just makes him better at his job. He's extremely neat and gets annoyed if a picture is tilted. He doesn't hesitate to greet challengers with a smile and even give them tips during battle. When he looses he still acts like a gentleman. He loves his work and refuses to leave life without "good reason". He uses a Gengar (his demon form) named Káge, a Banette (being able to poses things) named Mary, a Polteageist (because he's fancy) named Green, and a Mismagius (just because he's a ghost) named Lady.

Lena, the psychic gym leader. I told you she had a job. But I also know this typing might not seem like it fits. But trust me, it does. Her magic is what I imagine when a pokemon is Psychic type, so I thought it was perfect. She's rough around the edges when you first meet her but she grows on you once you get to know her. She's loyal to her friend's and already knows the kids once they get to her gym. I believe she is the only one that doesn't work for Scrooge in the cannon. She's basically the same she was in the show. She uses a Hypno (dreams) named Dreamcatcher, a Hatterene (being trapped by magica) named Princess, an Espeon (her necklace) named Garnet, and a Lunatone (the eclipse) named Lunar.

Launchpad, the dragon gym leader. Plot twist! Let me explain before you start yelling at me. I wanted Della to be the flying type specialist, so I had to do something else for Launchpad. It took me forever to figure out what to give him, I even considered the option of repeating flying, before I finally remembered dragon. It hit me that it was perfect! The dragon type embodies everything he loves. Flying? Boom, dragons fly! Superheros? There's a dragon that looks like it was made for a superhero. Airplanes? There's plenty of those. Acting like a child? How about one that looks like a child's imaginary friend! The list goes on! The dragon type was perfect because it's so loose. Anyways, back on track. He uses an Altaria (clouds) named Fluff, a Salamance (superheros) named Comic, a Noivern (DW) named DW, a Flapple (childish) named Flapper, a Drakloak (Sunchaser/Cloudslayer) named Sunchaser, and a Duraludon (vehicals) named Crash.

Ms. Beakly, the dark gym leader. She's a freaking spy, of course she's dark type. She's the hardest gym to beat, even for final gyms. She's tactical and knows (almost) every trick in the book. She'll point out what you're doing wrong and still beat you if you do everything right. She doesn't go easy on anyone so you better be prepared. Despite all of this she is one of the kindest people you will ever meet. When you loose to her she has a plate of cookies for you to take with you when you leave, and if you beat her she gives you an item that'll help you the most with the league, plus cookies for your travels. She loves Webby so much, enough to teach her almost all of her tricks. She's a good woman. She uses a Tyranitar (strength) named Tyrone, a Pangoro (capabilities) named Gordy, a Grimmsnarl (I just thought it fit) named Grimm, a Malamar (that expression) named Mal, and a Honchkrow (spy) named Krow.

I love this idea and can't wait to expand apon it. I alread have so many ideas that it's hard to not spoil any plans I have. I just hope I don't overdue it. I want it to kinda be like a little more serious version of the pokemon anime. Not too serious, but I want it to be like what you'd find in ducktales (just maybe a tiny bit less kid friendly).

Well I hope you enjoy my idea and have fun with it. Well anyways, have a great day!

Also, here's a picture of the HDLW designs.

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It had been some time since Kael was out this late. For most of his life, staying out all night long was the norm, expected and strangely comfortable, but his priorities had changed now that he was his daughter's primary guardian. Tonight, he'd been busier than usual and it had kept him out much later so he'd left her in the care of a friend. Kael had been so busy, in fact, that he'd barely found time to eat all day and it was with the intention of fixing that wrong that he had come to the diner. It wasn't his first choice but it was quick and easy and one of the few places still open. Because the place wasn't too busy, Kael had expect to sit in, down a bowl of soup and get going but the inhabitants of Anchorage were chattier than he'd expected. Maybe that was a natural side effect of living in such an abnormal place. Kael was prepared to drown the guy out and not along politely but it turned out he had something interesting to say. Shame on me for judging, Kael thought.

"Speaking for myself, I ain't met a single cop I had any faith in," he said, the words casually rolling off his tongue, as though he'd said them a thousand times before, "The ones on the field are just after a power trip, the ones in the offices just want to crunch numbers. Not exactly inspiring work." Kael knew, and he knew it all too well, that he wasn't exactly in the best position to go around shit-talking law enforcement, not when the Bastards name was being throw around so liberally, but he was a relatively new face in Anchorage and that awarded him just enough anonymity. "The police aren't looking for answers, they're looking for excuses. You've got a crime you can't solve and an enemy you haven't had a reason to catch?" He paused to offer a half-arsed shrug, the sort that said 'I don't know, it's got nothing to do with me'. "S'like killing two birds with one stone, innit?"

Kael didn't know much about the news industry, he was no journalist himself, but it didn't surprise him to hear that gossip was abundant. He could have argued that plenty of news outlets also chose whatever stories they wanted to follow and aired the narratives they wanted people to believe but he decided against it. Who would that help? "You should be careful, mind," said Kael, swirling his spoon in circles until a small whirlpool formed in his lukewarm tea. "Desensitised is a strong word to use, what when we're talking about murder." There was a hint of sarcasm there; Kael knew that wasn't quite what this weatherman had meant but that hadn't stopped him from picking at the loose thread.

with: @anchoragestarters (cap: 0/5) location: ugly mug cafe when: 22 june 2023, late night

When you work in news media, your entire life eventually gets taken over by news media. Zeferino knew this already. But even with his college degree in meteorology and climatology, and national certification as a broadcast meteorologist, and several years under his belt presenting his weather data to a handful of cities across the nation, he still ends up clocking in extra time to help with coverage of the latest shocking crime. There's theories and rumors and unsubstantiated claims traded around the studio, even before details came trickling in, of which they were allowed to share with the public.

"I don't really know anything more than what's been shared with the general public, but people keep on asking if I have some sort of secret info just 'cause I work in the news." Zef stabs at his chicken and waffles, dark brows furrowed slightly; he's still dressed from the final broadcast of the night, sans suit jacket, but complete with colorful tie and pancake camera makeup. "News people are pretty bad about gossip, which is distasteful of course, but you kinda get desensitized to a lot of it when talking about that stuff is just your entire life." There's a thoughtful pause, filled by the sounds of silverware scraping across his plate and the din of the restaurant. "Pero like... I dunno if it's just my general total distrust of law enforcement, but... I can't help but think that cops always seem to go in the wrong direction if they have some sort of made-up story they wanna follow. Right? That's totally a thing they do."

Tired shoulders slump as he sighs, and he loosens his tie slightly. "What do I know, though? I'm only the weatherman. I've just had...all of this on my brain way too much. It's tough not to think about."