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[skruttet]

first warm spring day you'll have me here again.

steam | nintendo switch

[meiieiri]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 [gojo satoru]

synopsis: in every other universe and lifetime he has yet to lead, megumi will always cherish the painfully brief time he felt the warmth of a proper family and would have gladly referred to himself as the son of the strongest.

pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader | song inspo: chemtrails over the country club, scott street | visuals: megumi’s jacket

warnings: angst-ish, canon-compliant violence (mostly caused by our pookie wookie megumi who doesn’t tolerate scumbag bullies), mentions of bullying, and possible (bc i’m delulu) character death. | a/n: i just want megumi to have one last moment with his dad please, gege, i’m on my knees here. also hehe, get the title? ya’ll get it? someone please shove that arctic-haired freak to the NORTH! 🥹

Nobara Kugisaki is the classic definition of an Instagram girlie with a passion for fashion.

Honestly, she could appropriately appraise clothes without a second glance, and she could differentiate big fashion brands just by the fabric and silhouette alone even without a brand logo.

It happened on a Monday afternoon while she and Yuji were having a quick coffee in the lounge. Yuji is currently playing one of his Nintendo Switch MMORPG games that he bought from the mall last Saturday while Nobara was scrolling through her phone, swiping left as she watches her mutuals’ Instagram stories. The trio is incomplete today since Megumi mentioned he’ll be running some errands with you and Satoru today.

After positively getting envious of Mei Mei’s supposed extravagant shopping trip in Ginza today, Kugisaki promptly mutes any stories from her for a full twenty four hours. Then, as she swipes left yet again, she nearly drops her phone on the ground which would pretty much set her off on a rampage because she just got its LCD screen fixed. But luckily, she holds onto it.

“Fushiguro has an Instagram account?!”

Yuji himself hits pause on the game he’s playing and leans over the table to see what Kugisaki is talking about. No way. Fushiguro? That sulky, couldn’t-be-bothered-to-care-but-I-actually-do-care embodiment of teenage angst having an Instagram handle? What would he even post on there?

Their questions are answered as Fushiguro’s feed pops up, and it’s filled with his pictures, but that’s not the issue. The two dunderheads didn’t seem to mind that in every photo, Megumi looked like a magazine cover boy, what caught their attention is the apparel he’s wearing.

“What the hell?! He’s wearing Arc’teryx?” Kugisaki couldn’t believe it. She zooms in on the candid shot of Megumi in what looks to be a ski resort and an audible gasp escapes her throat. No way. No frigging way. She does a quick image search and sure enough, she is redirected to Arc’teryx’s official website. See? Kugisaki never misses when it comes to fashion.

Yuji’s eyes nearly pop out of their sockets when he sees the price tag. “One thousand five hundred US dollars?!”

“And look at this! He’s literally tagged in Gojo and Y/N-sensei’s stories.”

Sure enough, the first they see is Satoru’s story which has a video of you picking out new clothes from the rack for Megumi to try on in the fitting room. You looked so cute and teeny tiny next to the teenager and Kugisaki giggles at the thought you walking around with two literal giants in the mall, one of them being your ward and the other, your arctic-haired husband of three years.

“There’s another one!” Itadori says excitedly. The next is a story you took, it’s a photo of Megumi and Gojo, their backs turned and their hands fully occupied by shopping bags, seemingly unaware of the camera. In the photo, they’re checking out new sneakers in Onitsuka Tiger’s storefront window. In a flash, Kugisaki switches off her phone, and immediately begins to head out the door. “Hey, where’re you going?”

Nobara knows that particular galleria, it should be in Tokyo Midtown. “Out, maybe I could borrow Gojo-sensei’s or Y/N-sensei’s credit card!”

“Are you sure you don’t need me to come along?”

Gojo chuckles under his breath. It’s honestly amusing how you won’t normally ask that, given his newfound title as the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer of this generation. A skirmish with a grade two cursed spirit? Pfft. That’s practically child’s play to your white-haired boyfriend. A rogue grade one cursed spirit that turned out to be a special grade? Maybe you’ll sneak some bandages in his bag just in case. Bottom line is you wholeheartedly trust Satoru will always make it out of a mission in one piece.

But here you were seemingly more tense than usual which is incomprehensible because today’s hardly dangerous mission is simple.

Track down the son of Toji Fushiguro.

“I think I got it, babe.” Satoru leans his head in through the rolled down car window to plant a kiss on your forehead. He pats your cheek lovingly, setting off in the direction of the house after taking one last confirmatory look at the address written down in the file sheet. “Well, let’s hope he’s nothing like his dad. Promise you’ll check on me if I don’t come back in an hour?” he teases.

You lightly slap his wrist. Sometimes you wonder how you fell in love with this literal man-child. He’s just so insufferable. Gorgeous in every way but insufferable all the same. “I’m pretty sure a six-year-old boy isn’t gonna try to murder you. If he does, let the record show that I sympathize with him completely.”

“You meanie!”

Sticking his tongue out at you when you blow him a kiss, he disappears into the small street adjacent to the neighborhood’s main road. Coming here, Satoru was uncharacteristically nervous. At the rest stop earlier, you watched the scene tensely from the convenience store window. For once, the obnoxiously loud sorcerer was quiet, hands in his uniform pockets, his cerulean orbs trained on the pavement, his foot kicking the asphalt pebbles on the ground, deep in thought.

To be honest, he had no obligation to make the journey here even if this entire affair was born from Toji Fushiguro’s final words that sounded almost like a desperate plea. “In two or three years, my kid will be sold off to the Zenin clan. Do whatever you will with that.” Satoru doesn’t know why — he’s not exactly the brightest when it comes to his interpersonal relationship skills so he could be wrong about this — but those twenty one words sounded more like four simple words: “Please save my son.”

And so, in a matter of only thirty minutes, you spot Satoru from afar, his hand protectively around his would have been assassin’s six-year-old son as they walk back to the car. Looks like the little boy had made his choice.

And you could see with the way Satoru protectively held Megumi back from crossing the street on a green light that he has also made his choice. Just thirty minutes ago, you were bantering with the version of Satoru that would be reluctant to go out of his way to help someone, now, you were face to face with someone new, someone who has been changed almost in a blink of an eye.

Stepping out of the car, you make your way towards the pair, a faint smile on your lips at the sight of Megumi’s tiny backpack slung over Satoru’s shoulder. Your boyfriend gently nudges Megumi over in your direction, introducing him and you crouch down to meet the little boy’s hesitant eyes. “Hi there, Megumi.” Your voice is as carefully gentle as a psalm, you didn’t want to overwhelm him more than he probably already is. “I’m Y/N.”

“Hello.”

“Ice cold,” Satoru whistles, ruffling Megumi’s hair. But you figured that would be the case. A quiet breath of laughter comes from Satoru when you smile endearingly at the kid’s curtness.

As the three of you settle into the backseat, you and Satoru share a fond look when Megumi who has acted all guarded and silent the entire ride home from Chiba begins to drift off to sleep, his arms hugging his backpack but he was dangerously teetering off the seat, so Satoru gently picks him up, allowing him to lay his tiny head on his shoulder.

“He’s gonna stick around with us for a long time, huh?” you whispered, rubbing Megumi’s back as he slept soundly in Satoru’s arms, the three of yu blissfully unaware of just how much your life has changed. You came to Chiba and there was only you and Satoru, now, you were three. And though you know Satoru doesn’t intend to step in as a guardian, you could tell he was slowly settling into the inevitability of that fact. This boy needed a new start, a home, and people to guide him as he grew.

“…Yeah, he will,” Satoru answers, his eyes filled with wonder himself. Earlier when he first met Megumi, he told him to become strong enough to keep up with him.

But for now, maybe this was enough.

For the most part, Megumi is a good kid.

He diligently helps you with the housework without needing to be told twice the same way he diligently trains under Gojo’s tutelage. He studies hard despite only being in primary school, and he’s well-mannered in every way…at least to you, the kid won’t pass up the opportunity to scowl and call Satoru a lanky freak when he’s being pestered by him.

Because he’s so young to be sleeping in Tokyo Jujutsu High’s dormitories, you and Satoru settled into the idea of renting an apartment near the campus premises. Since you and Satoru are eighteen years old now, it was high time that the two of you start growing into your roles as functional adults which means leasing an apartment, paying the bills, growing your careers and taking your relationship to the next level.

Of course, you and Satoru both piled in cash when it comes to raising Megumi. Satoru mostly shouldered rent, monthly utilities and Megumi’s tuition, being a rich guy like him, those were practically small beans to him. You, on the other hand, shouldered the groceries, Megumi’s clothes and other needs.

One day, while on your way to pick up Megumi, you pass by the trendy Daikanyama district due to a road closure leading to the Ebisu district where Megumi’s primary school is. The inconvenience is nothing short of serendipitous as you and your boyfriend really did need a quick breather and some time for yourselves.

“I feel like I’m gonna turn into a wine dad very soon. Who would have known enrolling a kid would be that tough?” Satoru huffs, his hand protectively around your waist as you walked past boutique after boutique. “Like how am I supposed to know what his blood type is for the school clinic record?”

You hummed, sneakily stealing a kiss from him to which he responds to by pulling you closer, and pretending to bite off your ear. “For all the school knew, Megumi is ours. That would explain why they felt a little icky towards us when they saw how young we are back in that parent-teacher meeting.”

“Mmph, fair point. A cute son will come from a handsome father after all—“

“—Oh please. You’re okay at best.”

“You didn’t say that last night when I had you all folde—“

“—Please do not finish that sentence in public.”

Digressing, Satoru sighs, planting a contrite kiss on your warm cheek as the two of you leisurely walk down the picturesque lane of Tokyo’s very own version of Soho. Once you reach the main road, a certain outerwear apparel store catches your eye. You stop in front of the store window, looking curiously at the displayed winter items. “Megumi’s birthday is coming up soon, no? We should get him something nice.”

“Hmm? Oh right, the 22nd is coming up,” Satoru hums thoughtfully, leading you inside the store. There, the two of you split up to look for a nice gift for Megumi. There, he is approached by a staff member who asks if he’s looking for anything in particular. Satoru clears his throat, nodding. “I’m looking to buy a gift for my son.”

Somehow, you heard that from across the store and you shoot Satoru an amused look when he refers to Megumi as ‘his son’.

“Right, and how old might he be? We have a batch of new arrivals that came in today. They’re perfect for kids aged four and above.” At that, you rejoin Satoru and the sales staff leads you to check out the items at the front of the store. You and Satoru sort through the rack and find one that the two of you agree on: a fleece two-toned gravel winter jacket.

After paying for it, the two of you rush to get to Ebisu elementary school. Making your way to the gate, Megumi instantly spots you and Satoru, the latter being very difficult to miss since he pretty much towered over everyone else.

“Hi, kid, d’you have fun today?” you crouch down to give Megumi a hug. Between you and Satoru, you were the more clingy one towards Megumi, there’s hardly any hesitation in your heart when you pull him in for a warm embrace or carry him in your arms. Luckily, he didn’t seem to mind one bit, but if Satoru did any of the those things to him, he’ll probably headbut him.

“It was fine,” Megumi says shyly once you pull away. “Oh and I got a hundred on the math homework you helped me with.”

“You did?” you smiled. “I’m so proud of you, Megumi.” Satoru smiles, going to ruffle Megumi’s hair only for the little boy to duck away from his hand and hide behind you.

Chuckling at the kid’s antics, Satoru concedes, putting up his free hand in surrender while his other one held onto the gift bag you got. Megumi reads the name of the store: “The North Face”. Following Megumi’s gaze, Satoru grins, handing Megumi the bag. “Here, we got you something. Call it an advanced birthday gift.”

Megumi’s expression screamed: “You didn’t have to.” but you don’t miss the look of surprise and gratitude that shined through his features. You gently nudge him to open it and his breath hitches in his throat when he sees the gift you got him — the first gift he’s ever received.

“Happy birthday, Megumi,” you and Satoru greet the little boy, with Satoru helping Megumi to try it on.

That was the first time Megumi initiated a heartfelt hug and the first time he ever included Satoru, his little arms trying their hardest to include the two of you, so you decide to help him out, and your and Satoru’s arms engulf the little one.

“Thank you.”

“I don’t know what happened, but I’m headed there now. Alright, see you soon. I love you.”

Everything happened so quickly. One minute you were in Tokyo Jujutsu High’s teacher lounge organizing the first years’ missions for the next few days when you receive a call from Ebisu elementary school, informing you that Megumi got into a horrible fight and was now in the school clinic ready to be picked up, the next you were dashing out the door hurrying over to the school with your heart pounding in your chest.

There, you are the quintessential picture of a frazzled mother looking for her son in the school clinic.

“Y/N!”

“Megumi,” you breathed, your eyebrows knitting together in worry. Gathering him into your arms, you sit on the tiny hospital bed. “What happened? They said you got into a fight? And where’s your jacket?” He was wearing the jacket you got for him this morning when you and Satoru dropped him off, actually, he’s been wearing it a lot, indicating it’s one of, if not his favorite jacket.

Before Megumi could even speak, it looks like the kid that he got into a tussle with had already tattled on him to his mother and now said mother is furiously berating you and Megumi, not caring if anyone else in the clinic could overhear the scandalous remarks she’s throwing your way.

“I want full disciplinary action against this boy!” the middle aged woman all but screeches to the school’s principal, pointing an accusatory finger at Megumi who doesn’t flinch but you hear him sniffle. He’s never been yelled at like that before.

“Ma’am, please, let’s settle this like two rational adults—“

“—Oh I will, I can’t say the same about you! Are you not the least bit ashamed that you couldn’t teach your son good morals?” She then theatrically goes to place her hands on her son’s shoulders. And you have to be honest, with that bruised lip of his alongside his bleeding nose, Megumi had done some serious damage to the boy.

“I — Megumi is a good kid, not once, have we ever seen him hit someone for no reason—“

“—So you’re saying it’s my son’s fault yours is emotionally unstable? This boy doesn’t need a good talking to, what he needs is psychological intervention!”

“Alright, can everyone just please calm down?” The principal, too, seems visibly uncomfortable with the vile words the other parent was spewing at you like machine gun fire. “We’re all here to fix the problem, not make it worse.”

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you could tell this conversation has reached an impasse. Clearly, there’s no way you could reach a mutual understanding of what should be done to resolve the issue.

The older woman looks at you in disdain, grumbling under her breath at the humiliation of being scolded, “What should I even expect from an irresponsible woman who got knocked up before she was even an adult?”

“Don’t you dare talk about my wife or my son that way.”

Megumi looks up, tears in his eyes when Satoru strides in, his normally shining blue eyes dark with a fury that cannot be quelled. You can’t even feel the butterflies that went wild in your stomach when he accidentally referred to you as ‘his wife’ without so much as a stutter because you’re honestly this close to chewing the vile woman out. It didn’t matter if she insulted you, but if she does so much as insult and make your boy cry, you and Satoru will give the weasel a matching patch on her scalp where there should have been hair had you not ripped it out.

But now was not the time to prove her right.

People have always judged you and Satoru for being acting parents at such a young age, often giving you rude stares when you’re out and about doing the most menial of things like shopping at the supermarket or spending some time in the kōen, people found your current situation disgusting, borderline immoral, which is why you initially had trouble looking for an elementary school that would properly entertain you, Satoru and Megumi and not dismiss you three as a bunch of kids playing house.

“Satoru…” you rub your boyfriend’s arm soothingly.

“Babe, she insulted you and ‘Gumi,” Satoru whispers sadly. “I can’t just let her do that.”

All of a sudden, Megumi’s voice cuts through the tension in the room. “Daisuke was being mean. He ruined Hana-chan’s project and made her cry.” At that, the kid named Daisuke bites his lip, his skin turning pallid at the revelation. “And when I told him to apologize, he and Kaito…” Megumi whimpers, trailing off. He averts his gaze from your and Satoru’s, feeling guilty.

And right then and there, the story becomes even clearer when an unexpected witness comes to Megumi’s defense.

“Megumi-kun? We found your jacket, it’s not too damaged, but you may want to have your mama and papa wash it when you get home.” The school nurse walks in and hands you the ruined jacket, it had been cut all over but since it’s fleece, the damage isn’t too bad, not only that, it had crayon marks all over it and it smelled of the dumpster.

“…Daisuke and Kaito ruined my jacket and I punched him,” Megumi sniffles. “I’m sorry.” He wasn’t apologizing for punching Daisuke, that much you could tell, he was apologizing to you and Gojo for supposedly not taking care of the gift you two got him just last week.

The vile mother scoffs at your son’s apology. “Save your breath, you little liar—“

“—He wasn’t talking to you,” Satoru glares at the woman, effectively shutting her up. “Come on, we’re going home.” With that, Satoru, being careful with him given his sprained wrist, carries Megumi out the clinic. You offer the principal a polite nod, indicating that you’ll cooperate with any sanction she seems fit for Megumi, Kaito and Daisuke, before following Satoru and Megumi to the parking lot. A melancholic smile appears on your lips when you hear Satoru reassuring Megumi that you’ll just wash and mend the jacket once you get home to which, Megumi only buries his face in the crook of his father figure’s neck.

If there is one good thing that happened today, it’s the fact that you proved to yourself and to each other that, no one in this world is allowed to hurt or insult your family.

Satoru wakes up to an empty bed and he doesn’t pretend to wonder where you are. He stays like that for a full minute, simply staring at the ceiling while your side of the bed slowly loses its warmth. He knows you’re hurting, and he knows just how much this entire ordeal has taken from you. First, you had to deal with him being sealed in the Prison Realm, now this…

You really just couldn’t catch a break, could you?

Slowly, Satoru gets up and pads across the hallway, entering a painfully familiar room. The owner of the room has only since recently moved out, but for ten years, this room is one he normally frequented with you, whether it be on Christmas mornings to greet the little prince that occupied such a special place in your heart or on nights when the three of you just simply needed to hold each other, searching for comfort, while you slept.

The door creaks open and Satoru’s eyes well up with tears, his heart plagued by the same emotional turmoil that was haunting you day in and day out. “I just want our boy to come home…I want our son back,” you cried as you held the jacket Megumi had outgrown, the same one he wore almost everyday that winter when he first came to live with you and Satoru.

Instantly, Satoru sits next to you on Megumi’s bed, hushing your cries, kissing away each agonizing tear that slipped from the confines of your sorrowful orbs.

“He must be so scared,” you sniffled, picturing Megumi in the darkest crevices of Sukuna’s soul, trapped and alone. “I don’t even know if he’s alright, if he’s even slept at all or if he’s being tormented by Sukuna day in and day out. What if he’s in pain? What if he’s cold?” you sobbed into your husband’s chest, your cries growing more desperate with each hour Megumi isn’t home safe.

“Shh, shh…I know, sweetheart…I’ll get him back, I promise I’ll bring him home.”

Or he’ll die trying.

Somewhere in the void, Megumi Fushiguro is in a state of catatonic stasis. Is this what limbo feels like? He just wants to sleep, to give in and let Sukuna’s soul consume him.

It’s so cold…so…cold.

No! He can’t give up, more than his desire to tap out and just live and let die…he wants to go home where he belongs.

You and Satoru must be so worried about him and he was worried too, what if something had happened out there while he was here? What if…something happened to the two of you when he hasn’t even done a thing to thank you both for all the love you’ve given him throughout these years? So with his last inch of consciousness remaining, he spends it on a silent plea.

“Mom…dad…please come find me.”

[bluelockmaniac]

reaction to you wearing a bikini - reo & nagi (separate)

ft. reo, nagi cw: mentions of gunfire (video games), fem! reader

reo

in preparation for an upcoming pool party with your friends, you had asked your boyfriend to accompany you bikini shopping at the mall. of course, reo, being the filthy rich man he is, agreed to take you to the finest boutiques (he wants you to look better than your friends).

reo followed you across the mall, patiently waiting as you window shopped at each clothes store. after picking out a large selection of bikinis without a care in the world, you hurried to the fitting room.

when you first left the room, his eyes widened like never before; he was entranced by your beauty- captivated by the way the lace ties hugged the sides of your hips ever so tightly.

"woah," he'd finally manage to say, "you look gorgeous..."

you giggled at his compliment and an hour later, you finished trying on all of the bikinis and had thrown them into your shopping basket.

"so, reo, which one looked the best on me? which one should i ge-", before you could finish your sentence, he cuts you off while waving his card in front of you. "all of them. you're getting all of 'em."

you give him a soft frown before pinching his cheek gently. "baby, i don't need twenty-three bikinis, i just n-"

your efforts were futile as reo was already talking to the lady at the cashier.

nagi

for the past thirty minutes, you've been on a facetime call begging nagi to come over so he could compare, rate, and choose the perfect bikinis for you. after all, summer vacation was right around the corner, and you had to prepare the ideal beach wardrobe that would enhance your appearance. so why was nagi refusing to come over, arguing it would be a hassle, despite your persistent pleading? "nagi," you sighed, rubbing your temples in frustration, "can't you just come over? you could bring your nintendo switch too, ya know?" "...nah, 'tis too much of a hassle..." he mumbles softly while concentrating on the rather graphic game running on his computer, flashing lights bouncing off his face and loud gunfire sounds distracting him from focusing on you. then a thought hit you, one that he wouldn't, more accurately couldn't, resist.

so, here you were, posing for nagi and changing into one bikini after another, after drawing his focus away from his ridiculous game and insisting he needed to concentrate on you. upon first noticing your silence, he wasn't concerned and shrugged it off indifferently- that was until he heard your voice calling him from the other end of his phone. "ta-da~" you'd croon, quietly laughing at the look your boyfriend wore—his lips were slightly parted, a light pink blush dusting his pale cheeks. "holy shit," he'd finally gasp, not realizing he was holding in his breath from the breathtaking sight of your half-nude body on his screen, "change into the next one for me, baby." to say the least, you were pleased with yourself for having managed to redirect nagi's attention away from his beloved video games and onto you.

comments are very much appreciated, thank you!!!

[incorrectbatfam]

If the batfam all starred in one commercial together what would it be? How would the commercial go? Who would be in their hero personas vs. who would be civilians?

I hope you know I hated writing every word

The commercial opens with Alfred getting ready in the morning and brushing his teeth with Colgate toothpaste while telling himself he needed the extra enamel protection. The camera then cuts to him putting the final touches on his suit and opening a drawer full of fancy watches, choosing a gold Rolex.

He then goes downstairs to start breakfast, where he switches on the Keurig and refills the water using a Brita filter. Damian slides down the banister and reaches for the Fruity Pebbles to go with his Silk almondmilk. When Alfred objects, Damian says, “But Alfred, Fruity Pebbles contain essential daily nutrients like 25% of your Vitamin B6.”

Just as Damian finishes breakfast, Dick rushes down, grabs a cup of coffee, and tells Damian he’s gonna be late. They hop into a Mercedes Benz where Dick uses the voice commands to “Play that song from the Huggies commercial on Spotify” and the car starts playing Born To Be Wild.

At school, Damian catches up with Carrie for their art class. Carrie dumps a backpack full of Crayola markers onto the table and they start drawing. Halfway through, Colin Wilkes interrupts Damian with his Nintendo Switch, where he’s playing Pokémon Sun and Moon. The whole class gathers around, with the window beside them.

The ad then zooms past the window into an ordinary-looking car. The driver has his phone propped up with the Lyft app telling him the directions. In the back seat, Signal is watching through the window while licking a spoonful of Sabra hummus when he spots an MCU monster leap across a building as the streets break into chaos. Signal hops out of the moving car and redirects the civilians away from the chaos before saying into his comms, “We got a situation here.”

Cut to Spoiler already on the roof, gravel crunching beneath her Nikes. She battles a round with the monster before spotting a masked culprit manipulating it from the ground. She swings down to confront him, but before she can get to him he runs down into the subway tunnels. Spoiler follows, only to be stopped by the turnstiles requiring a ticket. Thinking fast, she whips out her Capital One credit card and gets her tickets from the machine. 

She runs across the subway platform past Cullen, who doesn’t notice the commotion as he’s listening to a podcast with Beats headphones while munching on a Taco Bell burrito. She follows the villain on top of a moving train only to lose him above ground in the crowd. Then, she pulls out her Samsung flip phone and opens up the tracker she put on him in the fight.

Back on the ground, Red Robin gets the ping and hops on his Harley Davidson. While riding, he spots traffic up ahead so he says, “Hey Google, find me a shortcut.” RR takes a detour through an alleyway, accidentally spilling a bag of Blue Buffalo that the stray dogs come and chown down. He spots the culprit disappear into a busy plaza full of businesses. He parks his bike and enters a Red Robin restaurant, where he orders a basket of bottomless steak fries, pulls out his iPad, and tries to triangulate the villain’s location.

Then, Red Hood plops in front of him and orders a glass of Jack Daniels. They’re talking when suddenly, a group of henchmen enter the restaurant and hold everyone hostage as they demand the restaurant give them all their ice cream. Red Hood leaps in before they could take the Klondike bars and throws them through the tables while his voiceover says, “Now you know what I’ll do for a Klondike bar.” Red Robin stops him before he can go too far and hands him a Snickers, saying, “You’re not you when you’re hungry.” hey tie the goons up and find a piece of paper detailing where the main criminal will be, and they sent the intel to the person who’s closest: Orphan. 

Orphan is out on a longer country road but has full bars thanks to Verizon’s 5G family plan. She catches up to the mystery villain and they’re neck-and-neck in a high-speed chase. She lands a tracking chip but he lands a shot in her front tire, forcing her to stop with nothing but woods around her. Suddenly, a chipper little gecko hops onto her bike and tells her about GEICO’s motorcycle insurance and roadside assistance. While she’s getting her bike fixed, she starts sneezing from the pollen and gives Selina a quick call asking her to grab some Claritin. 

We then cut to Selina shopping, where she grabs the Claritin alongside a pack of extra-absorbent Tampax and a bag of Lays potato chips, getting of course a generous Walgreens discount that comes as one of many perks to her Bank of America card. She then heads to Kate’s house. Kate, who’s in the kitchen, is notified by her Ring doorbell camera. They greet each other and set up in the living room, where HBO Max gives them a whole bunch of choices. 

In the middle of watching Game of Thrones, the WiFi suddenly cuts out. They call Harper, who tells them they should switch to Xfinity not just for their house, but to use anywhere they go. While reconnecting the TV, parts of the wall fall apart so Harper heads to Home Depot to get the supplies to fix it. After buying the supplies, she counts her quarters and heads for the vending machine. 

It eats her money and she’s just about to give up trying to get her drink when Batman puts in a dollar and gets two cans of refreshing Coca-Cola. He hands one to her and keeps the other. He takes a sip right as he spots the Villain of the Day on another building’s rooftop. Batman tosses his drink aside and corners the villain, who turns out to be Condiment King armed with the deadliest form of superheated Heinz ketchup. Condiment King fought hard, but Batman was always one step ahead thanks to the battle strategies he learned from leveling up his kingdom in Raid: Shadow Legends. 

Batman defeats Condiment King by throwing him off the roof, where he lands on Commissioner Gordon’s car, much to the latter’s shock. It sets off the alarm and Batman gives a quick apology before carting Condiment King away. The Commissioner shakily makes a call to State Farm, who’s there for him like a good neighbor. Jake from State Farm asks what the red stuff on the windshield is and it’s ketchup, so the Commissioner quickly pulls out his handy Mr. Clean Magic Eraser to wipe it up. He also texts his daughter saying he’ll be late.

At home, Barbara tells her dad not to worry because she has Pepperidge Farms’ ready-made frozen meals. While it’s heating up, she switches her glasses and logs onto her computer as Oracle. She gets a notification that there were 26 failed attempts at hacking into her computer. She smiles smugly because it’s all thanks to NordVPN that her devices are safe and she can do her duty as a Gotham hero. The commercial ends with her voiceover going, “To download, go to www.nordvpn.com and enter the promo code ORACLE for 30% off your first 3 months.”

[renazuku]

this is me trying

part of the forever and always collection

IN WHICH; bakugou hasn't had the brightest past. in the moonlight, his regrets seem to cut a little deeper than usual. after failing to get his hero license, he can't help but feel lackluster to everyone else. he just wants people to know that he's trying.

PAIRING; bakugou katsuki x gn! reader

CONTAINS; reverse comfort, songfic, one mention of reader having romantic feelings for bakugou - disregard that and it can be read as platonic

WC; 1.6k words

BASED ON; this is me trying - taylor swift

A/N; the very first story in forever and always! yayyyy

They told me all of my cages were mental, so I got wasted like all my potential.

“Oh, c’mon!” Kaminari groaned when he saw the TV, dropping his joycon to the floor. “KIRBY WINS!” was onscreen, with a giggling Mina in front. “Someone get her outta here,” He complained. “I’m tired of fighting Kirby all the time!” Everyone was in the common room, hanging out and playing games before heading to bed. I was currently curled up on one of the couches, watching the matches taking place in the middle of the floorspace. It’s only been a couple of days since we received the results for our hero license exam, and the excited jitters have yet to depart.

I laughed. “Kaminari, just say you suck at Smash. Don’t worry, we won’t make fun of you…too much, at least.” I smile teasingly. 

“Whatever. Someone else battle me.” He calls out.

“Kacchan, you should play!” Midoriya volunteers him. "You were really good when we were little.”

“Go against Bakugou?” Kaminari says. “Then get cussed out and have to deal with him yelling at me? No way! Kirishima, get over here!”

“Alright then!” Kirishima accepts with a grin as he stands up from his seat. As I watch him get up, my eyes land on Katsuki. His face was completely devoid of emotion, teeth clenched, blankly staring at the floor in front of him, despite what just happened. We’ve gotten closer as the year progressed, we’re even on a first name basis. Friends - not quite absolute best friends - but we were close either way. And lately…I feel like I’ve been feeling a little more than platonic feelings for him. It’s like he felt my gaze on him - he looked up and noticed my stare.

We made eye contact for a solid amount of time before I looked away, redirecting my focus to the battle between Kirishima’s Meta Knight and Kaminari’s Pikachu. Cheering came from both left and right, my classmates choosing a side. From the corner of my eye, I see Katsuki stand up without a word and exit the common room. He turns a corner, and he’s no longer in sight. I’m not the only one who noticed his exit though; Midoriya did too. His eyes peered over at me, knowing I also saw.

“Do you think he’s okay?” He mouths.

“I’ll check on him.” I mouth back. I stand from my place on the couch. 

“Where ya going, Y/N?” Ochaco asks.

I fake a yawn. “Feeling tired.” I responded. “I think I’m gonna wind down in my dorm, maybe watch a few episodes of my show before heading to bed.”

“Oh, okay!” Ochaco smiles in response. “Rest well!”

The rest of the class says their brief goodbyes - except for Kirishima and Kaminari, their minds far too focused on the Nintendo game. How long have they been at that again? I laugh quietly to myself at the fact that they’re so devoted before leaving the common room. The hallways are dimly lit, but it isn’t affecting my vision too much. I climb the stairs to the fourth floor, where his room is located. I see a little bit of light from under his door, which means he’s still awake. It’s not much light, but at least I know I won’t be disturbing his sleep. I knock on his door, softly saying his name. “Katsuki?”

And my words shoot to kill when I’m mad…I have a lot of regrets about that.

I hear a little bit of shuffling before the door opens. “The hell do you want?” He asks, voice slightly smaller than usual, and without the sharp tone. 

“You seemed a little…distracted earlier. Are you okay?” I try my hardest to make my voice as soft and gentle as possible.

He rolls his eyes at my question. “Why is that any of your business!?” He spits out.

Okay, wow. There’s the sharp tone. I take a breath to calm myself and remind myself not to take his tone to heart. “I dunno, just thought I’d check up on you. You know, as your friend.”

The word ‘friend’ seemed to catch him off guard with the way his eyes slightly widened before returning to their usual cold stare. “Fucking idiot.” He scowls. “Leave me alone. Go bother someone else with your stupid questions.” My brows furrow at his words, a little hurt that he didn’t even hesitate to cuss at me. I nod, about to walk away before I hear a sigh. “Wait.” He speaks, voice quiet and almost meek. I turn around to face him again. “I didn’t mean to insult you. I’m…sorry.” His eyes are downcast, regret filled.

What the hell?

Katsuki Bakugou, apologizing? What is happening? “Uh…” I seriously don’t know what to say. “It’s fine…” My voice trails off into the quiet hallway. Somehow, I can still hear everyone’s rowdiness from three floors above. The two of us stand there awkwardly for a few moments before Katsuki speaks again. This time, his eyes are looking into mine.

“I’ve been frustrated. The whole hero license shit.” He mutters out. “Sorry for raising my voice.”

I offer a small smile “I understand. You wanna…talk about it?" 

He stands there for a moment, seemingly thinking about my offer. He nods wordlessly and moves out of the doorway, silently inviting me in.

I was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere.

Fell behind on my classmates, and I ended up here.

I sat on the foot of his bed as he leaned against a wall. “So, what’s up?” I ask.

“Just been so fuckin’ upset.” He growls out.

“About?”

“About everything!’ His voice raised. “About the stupid hero exam. About Deku, that stupid fucking nerd. I can’t believe he passed but I didn’t!” I knew that he and Midoriya had known each other for a while, but I never knew past the surface level. I asked him about it once, but I laid off after I saw how annoyed he looked. 

“You’re mad about Izuku passing the exam?” I raise an eyebrow.

“Yes, for fucks sake!” He stops leaning against the wall and instead ops for angrily pacing around the room. “Between the two of us, I was the one who had potential. I was the one who was ahead of the curve. I was stronger!” His volume grew. “And then he passes!? And I don’t!? And almost all of you stupid extras pass…it pisses me off!”

“Do you know why you didn’t pass?” I ask him, trying to find a way for me to somewhat comfort him.

“Said it was because I was too harsh.” He spits out. He takes a seat next to me on his bed, head in his hands as he tugged on his hair.“It’s stupid. God, so stupid.”

“Well, I guess sometimes you do need to be more gentle-”

“I’m trying!” He cuts me off with a yell, heading shooting up. “Fuck, I’m trying!” His voice falters, his breaths heavy. “Everyone tells me the same thing! Be more kind, be more empathetic, learn your manners, cool off! And I swear to God, I’m trying!”

I look at him, eyes wide. His own are starting to get glossy. My lips part to try and say something, but no words come out.

“Can’t they see?” He yells, frustrated. He started pacing again. “I know I’ve fucked up. I know I wasn’t the best person, but I swear. I’m trying to change! I’m not the same person I was before, but no one sees me as anything different! All they see me as is the stupid, angry, spiky haired blond guy who can’t be nice for shit.”

He sat down next to me once again. “There’s no way for me to make it clear that I’m trying. To them, I’ll always be the stupid, angry one.” His voice cracked a little, letting the true gravity of his emotions slip through. “There’s no point. Nothing’s ever gonna change.

“Oh, Katsuki..” I say softly. I had no idea that this was how he felt. He felt like his efforts were going unnoticed, like we only see him as an angry boy. “If it makes you feel better, I noticed a difference.” 

His eyes looked at me in surprise. “You did?”

“Yeah.” I smile at him. “Earlier, when you swore at me. You apologized almost immediately. It caught me a little off guard, but I appreciated the apology. That says a lot, you know.” I told him.

“It does?” His voice was soft, almost timid. A complete left turn from what most people in our class are used to.

“It does!” I say in a cheerful-ish tone. A part of me wishes that I could take my cheerfulness and transfer it to him. Maybe it’d make him feel better. “If you weren’t trying to change, would you apologize to me? Or would you say nothing at all and go about your day? If you didn’t feel at least a little guilty and realized what you did was wrong, why would you apologize?” 

He said nothing, like he was silently urging me to talk more.

“I think that little things like that really mean a lot.” I told him. “It really shows that you’re making the effort. And I think that’s important.”

He cracks a small smile. 

“You’re trying, Katsuki.” I place my hand on his arm. “In your own way, you’re trying. Keep trying, and everyone else will catch on too.” I reassure him.

He takes a deep breath. “Yeah, I am trying to make the effort. Don’t wanna be seen as a shitty pro hero. I wanna beat the villains with my actual strength, not my words.”

I giggle at his statement. “You do that, Katsuki. Keep it up.”

“Yeah,” He starts. He seems much more at ease now.

“I am trying.”

I just wanted you to know that this is me trying.

At least I’m trying.

[highly-important]

Splatoon and Commercial Countercultures

When Splatoon came out it actually reminded me a lot of Jet Set Radio.

Not necessarily game-play, but the imagery and themes in both games. Both are about music, urban life, fashion, and turf wars fought between rival gangs through graffiti. The color palettes of both games are a mix of urban greys and beige and vivid bright colors. Even the “hosts” or “narrators” of both games being musician media personalities. I’m not the only one who sees this. There is a lot of “Jet Squid Radio” fanart mashing up the two games, even this song.

But I think major difference is summed up by the fact that in Jet Set Radio, the bad guys are the cops.

In Jet Set Radio, you are in an actual gang fighting other gangs, the DJ is running an licensed pirate radio station, the fascist police force have no problem shooting someone who is merely defacing public property, and the big bad is a corporation trying to swallow the entire city.

And in Splatoon, the “turf war” battles are a commercially-organized team sport, re-enacting a war that took place 100 years ago in which the opposing Octolings were banished to underground bunkers. In Splat 1 and 2 the solo missions are to fight the Octolings. The game even takes time to mention that the ink you paint vanishes after the match is over, so you are not actually defacing public property. (To be clear, all of these things are much more conservative and much less subversive)

One thing want to make  clear is although I am highlighting the contrasts between these two games because of their relative similarities, Splatoon was never obligated to be Jet Set Radio, and I am not trying to criticize the game for being something it was never intending to be. Jet Set Radio was made by a smaller studio, with less restrictions, and at the time SEGA was taking bigger risks on trying to court its target audience.

But that being said, no matter how much I love Splatoon, I feel like it doesn’t have anything to say at all. These aren’t anti-authority, anti-capital games, or games that ask tough questions at all. They’re games about supporting a status quo. I think Octo Expansion and parts of Splatoon 3 explore some interesting topics, but never in a way I think is all that challenging.

And obviously, Nintendo is never going to say anything radical in the same way that Disney isn’t going to either. And a game marketed to an older audience can have a edgier message than a game marketed to all ages. But I think its an example of how counter cultures get hijacked by corporations, which then have the power to change and control the messaging of these cultures.

Brands need authenticity, they need cultural relevance. Culture is just extremely important in marketing. Corporations are always going to be the loudest voice with the furthest reach, so when a corporation takes over a culture or movement, the corporation has more power to control the messages, values, even practices and beliefs of the culture than the people who belong to that culture. And that means that if a culture’s beliefs run contradictory to the needs of a corporation, the corporation can co-opt that culture and redirect its messaging and values.

A kind of goofy but very recent example was the “De-influencer” movement on Tiktok. It started as a reaction to trends like #TikTokMadeMeBuyIt, where consumers just showed off products they purchased after seeing them on TikTok. A slew of TikTok users tried leveraging their influence to tell people to stop buying products because it isn’t worth it. De-influencing sprang from a place of authenticity. But in a matter of days, Influencers hijacked the movement and changed its message. Instead of “don’t buy things you don’t need,” they quickly used the hashtag to pan certain products and tell viewers to buy alternatives instead. Just completely reversing the intent of the message and intent of the original movement.

In the fifteen years between Jet Set Radio and Splatoon 1, street art and graffiti culture has gone mainstream. Businesses are decorating their walls with street art. My office took our team to a “street art class” to learn graffiti. So, the reason why Nintendo could make a game about street art is because by that point street art had gone mainstream. We are also seeing an industry that is maturing, getting more refined and relying less on riskier strategies.

If I had  to interpret the intent behind Splatoon, I’d say they were trying to create a fun, colorful space where self-expression is encouraged, and the teen characters are unburdened by authority figures. These things are all very “safe” for a mainstream audience. And I think that is why the games accidentally attracted a huge queer audience. To a queer audience, those things (fun, colorful, self-expressive, no authority) are all still radical ideas.

Maybe it was a perfect storm of different little things that add up to a product the LGBTQ community cares about. The shooter genre is bleak and often pretty toxic, and Splatoon created a space for a niche audience that rejects those things. The characters themselves are androgynous and fluid, and you’re free to dress and style yourself however you’d like. There is a lot of unopposed freedom that its going to be attractive to certain communities. Splatoon accidentally made the type of sandbox that a queer gamer audience wanted to inhabit.

And while Splatoon’s queer following might not have a major influence on how future Splatoon games are made, it doesn’t discount the fact that the LGBTQ community has a strong presence in online Splatoon spaces. Corporations can try and control the message, but they can’t control how we think or suppress counter cultures. 

And I guess I am also considering some of my own thoughts about the two games as well. I know this is all over the place, sorry. Jet Set Radio was made for people of my generation, which is why it resonates with me more. Different generations need different messages and that’s fine. But either way, corporations still have the power of what messages go out there. I doubt SEGA would publish a game like this now if it was brand-new, but they wouldn’t have published it in 2000 either if the message was too contradictory with SEGA’s goals. Capital is not going to release anything with a message that is a threat to its bottom line.

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[ann-chovi]

Do you think you would ever sell copies (digital or physical) of Redirect? Your art is just so beautiful and I am so invested in Mari's story <3 <3

As much as I'd like to do physical copies of Redirect sometime- that's flirting with danger knowing how lawsuit happy Nintendo can be. :'D And being able to read it digitally is already how it's freely distributed! Unless you mean in like- a PDF? I could put that together sometime if I could figure out a decent place to host download links? Still free of course.

[zorrpu]

So…if you type “miitopia.com” it redirects to the nintendo website listing for the game, but if you type “tomodachilife.com” it redirects to the listing for 1-2-Switch??

[bemoreveronica]

Why I have been missing

Idk if anybody cares, but I'll be missing for an undetermined amount of time because of some stuff that happened in my life, I'll explain it thoroughly here. I recently discovered that I identified as a Transmasc. (Yes, I went through the Bi - Lesbian - Transboy evolution sue me) I used to speak about it to a close friend, looking for tips and just talking with someone who respected my identity and pronouns in general. Butttttt, around September of this year, I got a little bit reckless and texted that friend when I was close to my parents. (Transphobic n homophobic, the whole combo lol.) When I started acting nervous and suspicious, they tried to peek, and since I've always hidden stuff from them on my phone, it's almost second nature to turn it off. When I did, my mom became even more suspicious and took it away, I tried to redirect her to other chats and stuff, but before I could delete the texts or empty the chat, she already had it. The days that followed were very stressing, since I have a bad history with being LGBTQ+ and my parents, so I was nervous as fuck. Eventually, she talked to me and said that "I was just confused, you'll always be my daughter and I'll always love you like a girl." Which probably hurt more than it had to. I think she was also coping with that discovery, since she used to cry and tell me how hard this was for her, but eventually after the storm had gone away, she seemed to forget about it, never touching the topic, just addressing it with small comments like when I tried to bind with a sports bra and she noticed. The point is, I actually haven't had my phone since that day in September, so that's why I've been missing in all my social media.

Although I'm capable of writing stuff here, it's very hard writing on the device I'm on right now, so I won't do it, but I'll probs check comments and stuff here.

THANKS FOR READING.

I literally wrote this on the switchbru dns thingy. (Literal google on a Nintendo Switch) since it has a 20min limit I had to write this on like a piece of paper before actually writing it here and saving it every 5 secs wtf.

[bubblesmaybe]

whaddup, broski!! if you’re taking requests, i’d like to request the mm! bois falling for a fem! reader who’s basically raph. loves fighting, loves working out, loud asf, cursed with resting bitch face, blunt, sarcastic, sensitive, all that jazz. but, once you get to know her, she’s actually really funny and sweet. NEVER afraid to speak her mind, so she may come across as rude or sassy at times, but she never really means to be. (DEFINITELY has adhd)

Yeesss, I hope you like!! (This is my first ask and I hope it’s up to par! I know it’s short and sweet but tadaaa! Enjoy! U w U)

Oh boy, school! The glory days of being shoved into a locker if you could fit, late slips and hall passes. Not to mention prison quality cafeteria food that if you work some magic too could taste scrumptious(?)

An experience nobody is really looking forward to.

Unless, you happen to be going for the first time of your life.

And oh lord are these boys foaming at the mouth for it.

It needed a little getting used too, dont get me wrong. Fitting in wasn’t really too much of a problem thanks to taking down Super Fly, April taking control to redirecting the negative momentum of the media and their new ever growing family down below- something that would never have been able to happen you’d point out later down the line if they didn’t meet April. “Society today would not have let you roam around if it weren’t for that canon event.” On the plus side, making a walk to get some pizza a breeze- plus a hero’s discount on almost everything.

Having a school schedule to follow was like a treasure hunt for a while, before the repetitiveness of it started to kick in a little. Class being a bore over time was a luxury the boys do NOT take for granted thought having come from nothing at all before this, and joining clubs was the best thing ever. Their dad encouraged them to join in a study group- which, if we’re being honest was just about 25% scrambling over notes of “Ya, uhuh, got that- you got that? We got that.” and 75% passing around the Nintendo switch controller for Smashbros. Also following his new path of bettering himself as a father he’d help them follow their passion in school and pick a club of their own for an extra elective on the side and something just something fun they could do to group their individual uniqueness. Kinda funny seeing as though they collectively chose to join the Self Defense club.

Sure they got to become acquainted with a few new people and groups, a lot of help from April as well with introducing some of the better groups to hang with and avoid the drama and problematic crowd to gain a few new friends. But they were not expecting a love interest so soon, their new world coming to collide with hers in the brand new after school self defense course.

They knew a lot, and joining wouldn’t teach them anything but give them practice. But it would help out anyone that needed an extra hand, which was very welcomed by the retired trainer who was now there teaching to pass the time.

Shit you not, they thought they would be in competition doing so while seemingly being mad-mugged from across the room.

By you.

You were definitely not new around here or to the fighting scene at all, and most certainly weren’t someone who they felt they’d want to get on your bad side; seeing as though one moment you were helping another student fix their push up form before demonstrating how to throw another over your shoulder the next.

Definitely a chaotic corner, but one that made progress. And given that the club as a whole need help, they got a sense there was maybe a little nod of approval in their sudden appearance from you. Your assertively boisterous attitude and voluminous enthusiasm giving the soul a shot of adrenaline was affirming of you becoming another positive  acquaintance, making that happen though kinda shivered their timbers though.

They’ve come face to face with death at a young age, but approaching you seemed to the be the most difficult task bestowed upon them.

As time went on they would find themselves picking up conversation with you around the school; a group project, missing notes, walking to a shared class and talking about what’s for lunch, but none of them could ask if you’d like to be their new friend, and egos be damned if they asked April ask you because they couldn’t. Michel put a stop to the dancing around the bush and came up to you one morning while you were pulling out your Spanish textbook from your locker, popping the question if you’d join their little group for lunch.

“You don’t have to, I mean we get it if you don’t want to, there’s no pressure-“

“I’ll go.”

“-it’s just a- oh for real? Sweet! I-I can come a grab you by the lunch line!”

“Don’t worry about it, you guys stick out. I’ll find you no problem.”

“Mh, I guess we do do that huh?”

“Makes find you guys easier for me, man.”

Sure enough, you found them sitting there  anxious if you were going to truly show up or not. Micheal was absolutely rubbing it in his brothers faces that he was the one to step up, although they let him and really were just as hyped as he was that you’d joined them. While talking over lunch about the upcoming talent show did they experience your roasting  capability, sassing them into fits of laughter about random potential talents you all could enter with for shits and giggles. The arm wrestling gig would have been the most successful.

Step one, complete!

And thus, everything bloomed from there. The more they got talking to you the more you started a have a reserved spot with them. You met their family which was a step further than any other new friend they made and has gotten to take, and learned that the boys would not shut up about you. Impressed that you were the one who brought in the idea of offense training to the self defense course, their father who you now know as Master Splinter spilled the beans, and you never seen four face go red so quickly.

“My boys talk very highly about you! You can throw other humans, yes? You should join our training sessions!”

“DaAD, you’re embarrassing us!”

“You’re just going to get beaten to a pulp if you can’t hit back when you get stuck against someone who’s in it to win it. You just gotta get ugly with them, you know?”

You were able to understand their mother surprisingly well, given that for many there was a little bit of a language barrier if they were to try and talk to her without having been around long enough.

“F̷̧̢͋̾j̶͎̇a̷̜̍b̸̨̥͊̔e̴͎̠͂̕b̸̢̌t̸̤̂̈́j̷̊͜f̷̗̒̂ḯ̴͈͚͂ä̶̳̩́b̸̢̘̎w̴̟͠v̸͍̱͛f̵̲̎͌”

“Hm? Oh ya sure, RAPH!”

“YA?”

“YOUR MOM CANT FIND THE REMOTE, WHERE’D IT GO?!”

“UUUHHH….LET ME COME LOOK!”

Leatherhead had it, if your wondering. To your surprise they really did talk a lot about you, ever so much that EVEYONE was excited to meet you! Not to mention Spliter bidding you a farewell when it was time for you to go but also letting you know the sewer grate was open to you if you wish to come back, was an honor you may have not realized that was given to very few, April being the only other human or outsider to have it.

Step two, complete.

Raph was probably the first to catch feelings, if we’re all being honest. Your vibe is his vibe, and you two make an excellent sparing team. If anyone needs help they’re either going to him or you, and it didn’t really dawn on him until then you share a lot more in common then he thought, coming off as approachable being a little more hard one of them.

He is not an opposites attract kind of guy, nor is he very good at being a “rizz master”, but Donnie is. You break your phone when someone dropped a dumbbell on your stuff at the gym? He’s got stuff to repair it if you let him try. He’s not a pro technician or anything but he’ll try for you when your computer starts buggin out. Just don’t kick it around, you fight is with the motherboard, not the shell. If he had to pinpoint when he really fell for you it was the one day he overheard BTS ‘Run’ playing from your earbuds in class while you were drawing a crappy Titian on your math work.

Although Leo had been very drawn to April in the beginning, you kinda took that spot in his heart without even knowing it. You were there for him when he really needed a down to earth pep talk and didn’t let a fantasy life they dreamed their wholes lives get absolutely crushed by the brutality of reality by helping him realize there’s a lot that’s obtainable, and some things that a lot of other people won’t let happen.

“This kinda sucks, not gonna lie.. I mean I have to find 9 to 5 that will let me work part time for school soon?”

“Oh bro, you thought up top was kisses, cupcakes an’ rainbows? It fuckin sttiinnkks up here! But there’s a few good spots you know, it’s just you gotta find it throw smog. That Casey kid’s dad- from in biology with Mr. Smith?”

“Oh ya ya ya! Hockey kid!”

“Dads’ hiring at that little arcade down the street from Pizza Hut for a little bit until they sell for new management!”

“Oh pogers!”

“Don’t even, say that again.”

“Got it.. it felt cringe saying it.”

When the dance came around the next year, you wiped the floor with them. Getting a little groovy boogie on and dancing the evening away with them and their newfound social group was when it really hit. You’re smiley little sass’ass truly enjoying their presence and not just hanging around them to look cool next to the hero’s of New York city sent their hearts into a pitter patter fit, especially Raphs while you gave him a piggy back ride in the conga line demonstration your true strength. Being around you whether it’s for school, hanging out or just being there in a comfortable silence gave them a little bit more courage try and maybe, ask you to be their girlfriend.

Next, is step three. Who’s asking you first?

(Please excuse any of my grammar errors!)

[fatefulfaerie]

Tears (As In Ripping)

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This oneshot is based on trailers officially released by Nintendo. I have looked at no leaked copies, nor have I looked at the leaked art book.

It was a unique pain, one he had never felt before unless it was merely long forgotten. Perhaps it was a sensation a past life had grown to loathe, dread like a chronic pain, or even love, like scratching an itch well-kept by the laughter of fate. At the moment, however, Link hadn’t the kind of history with this pain to loathe it or love it. All he knew was the agony of the here and now.

It felt as if his arm was being ripped apart. The burning sensation of malice he knew from his travels upon Hyrule was present, but accompanying it was the rough violin of skin peeling, the harsh piano of bones breaking, and the over-strung harp of muscles and ligaments snapping. Link held his forearm tight, as if that would stop the surging malice in it’s tracks. He panted, squirming and wincing where he stood, and drums pounded in his ears so loud he didn’t know whether or not he was screaming.

Through his squinted eyes he saw green, fading, blurry, but green. This green was like grass on a rainy day, shining with drops of resplendent fluid. Shaped like orbs, these two parapets of green implored him in a way he did not know. He felt the ground beneath his knees, and had no idea when he had fallen to sit on his heels.

“Link.”

The sound was clouded and ethereal, but he recognized his name, her voice.

“Link, look at me.”

Her hand was like a flute, soft and gentle, instilling him with a melody so satisfying that he could drown out the pain. Zelda came into focus with a warm light. She held the torch and looked at him with concern.

“What’s…happening…” Link made out as he breathed heavily.

Zelda stole a glance behind her at something Link didn’t see.

“Everything’s fine.” It sounded like a lie but Link wanted to believe it. “Just stay with me.”

As the rest of his surroundings came into focus, Link looked down at his arm. It wasn’t torn, like it felt, but charred and burnt and withered. He shook at the sight, the shock overwhelming him. He held the hilt of the Master Sword still, somehow, as if the malice had glued it into his hand. However, the sword was now a wilted fraction of what it once was. Zelda dropped the torch to place her other hand on his cheek, redirecting his gaze back to her eyes.

“You’re okay,” she tried a smile, then repeated it. “You’re okay.”

It sounded like a lie that even she didn’t believe.

The ground beneath them shook suddenly, and it tossed them apart like rocks thrown off of either of the Dueling Peaks. Link pushed against the cave grounds as soon as he got his bearings only to see Zelda rolling off the edge and out of his sight.

“Zelda!” He exclaimed as he scrambled up, ignored the pain in his arm, dropped the Master Sword, and jumped, reaching for her.

[taigaoftundrablog]

blog 2 (school edition!)

this week has been about what you'd expect from the first week of school: basic stuff, introduction of classes, etc...

it's nothing too special, but i'm pretty excited for it anyways as who the heck knows what high school has in store, probably way too much heckin work but ima try to manage

few things i wanna get out the way

i am taking questions from replies (not from the ask me anything thing) and i'll feature hopefully all of them in the beginning of the blog, basically where this part is right now

i also have settled that i'll be posting this on mondays as it's most convenient for me

THE QUEST FOR A PIKMIN TOWEL

this week i fell in love........with pikmin

i noticed a pikmin 4 branded kitchen towel on the my nintendo store in america but i kinda haven't been able to get it as I'M NOT IN AMERICA

it's the best thing ever like look at this i gotta get my hands on it

the journey i've gone through so far to try and get it is: emailed finnish nintendo support > redirected to uk nintendo support > automated bot messages > went back to finnish support > redirected to german nintendo support

i haven't been able to hear from the german support but my hopes are high that today i'll get some sign of hope from them of me actually being able to get it

guys if i don't get this towel i'll actually cry i wish i was kidding

taiga's amount of time to do things

okay so back to more normal topics, i have realised i have a massive lack of time (sometimes motivation) to work on projects, although i've found a little thing which i've found interesting but actually starting work on it may take a while as i have lots of things piled up

also my lack of time is purely due to my schedule (8am-2pm/4pm school, 4pm-7pm look after kids) and usually at the end of the day i feel a bit demotivated to work on things

some days i also don't get enough sleep (today) so i feel very sleep deprived and overworked and honestly it also really doesn't help with motivation either

i don't think i've done anything gaming-wise either, just been a bit of a quiet week for me, most of it spent on talking to friends

taiga's laptop from school

school started, i got laptop, i can do a few things with it but it'll obviously be for schoolwork like 95% of the time, since i don't really feel like i should be using it for things i'm not meant to use it for, although i'm really sad my drawing tablet doesn't work with it

closing thoughts

so this week has been pretty okay-ish i think, nothing has happened really but i feel like it's been alright anyway as i've at least done a few things

maybe next week will be better? who knows

find out next time in blog number three

[thescruffylookingnerdherder]

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Splatoon 2 Basic Glossary

So, you just started reading Ebb & Flow and you have no idea what the fuck Splatoon 2 is? Well, you’re in luck, because here is a handy rundown of basic Splatoon 2 knowledge!

Thank you for reading Ebb & Flow! Enjoy!

What is Splatoon 2?

Splatoon 2 is the sequel to the Wii U game Splatoon. Yes, a creative title, but we can forgive Nintendo for it, since the quality of the game makes up for it. The game got released on July 21st 2017 for the Nintendo Switch family (as in Nintendo Switch, Nintendo Switch Lite and Nintendo Switch OLED). It’s Nintendo’s version of a 3rd person post-apocalyptic shooter game, but without the gruesomeness of a usual post-apocalyptic shooter. After all, Nintendo needs to retain its family friendly brand!

So instead of a war-like shooting game, this game is all about ink! Squid ink, to be more specific. You play as a squid-like character (called Inklings) and you use several weapons to shoot/distribute colourful ink. You are bound to the colour of the ink. You can shoot and store your colour and also swim in it to make speed or to refill your ink tank. If you are in the enemy’s colour ink, you get hurt and if an enemy shoots you with the other colour, you get “splatted” and you need to respawn.

(Fun fact, the initial concept was tofu characters instead of sea creatures!)

Basically, there are different ways to play it. Most of them get mentioned in the fic, but you don’t actually need to know a lot about it. I do namedrop things, hence this glossary, but I don’t go super in-depth about the gameplay. (Or so I think.)

There is a single player story mode. This is a classic RPG where you traverse through levels and beat bosses. This one does not get mentioned in the fic, since it’s a solo thing.

Salmon Run. Here you pair up with 3 other people to defeat a bunch of rouge Salmon-like enemies (Salmonids) who want to steal Golden Eggs. It’s basically Splatoon 2′s version of an shoot out where you have to defeat zombies or something. This doesn’t get mentioned either, which is a shame, since this is my favourite mode.

Turf Wars. Two teams of 4 vs. 4 have to cover as much ink of a stage as possible. The team that inks the most, wins. Kurt and Blaine play this for Splatfests (we’ll get to those).

Tower Control / Clam Blitz / Rainmaker / Splat Zones. These are four game modes where two teams of 4 vs. 4 have to fight against each other in a certain mini game. Tower Control needs you to ride a tower to the enemy’s base. Clam Blitz is, I suppose, some sort of basketball. Rainmaker needs you to transport a weapon to the enemy’s base. Splat Zones need you to cover a specific zone with ink for the longest time. You can play these as Ranked Battles and League Battles. Kurt and Blaine play a lot of League Battles, since you can choose your team or duo. These game modes alternate each other. There’s always one in Ranked and one in League and it changes every 2 hours.

Octo Expansion. Another extra single player mode. Only gets mentioned once in passing.

What is Splatoon 2 even about?

I redirect you to this nice video. 

You don’t really need the storyline of the game for the fic, since that’s in the single player story mode and Kurt and Blaine don’t play that in the fic, but if you’re interested, you should give it a watch. Beware of spoilers, though!

Splatfests

A Splatfest is a special event that happened every month. Players can choose between two choices in a category (Chicken vs. Egg, Ketchup vs. Mayo, Dog vs. Cat etc.) and then those two groups battle in Turf Wars to see which side has won. A special stage is made for each Splatfest and you get extra gear. The two Off the Hook hosts (we’ll get there) represent a side. It is always seen as a big in-game party with the Off the Hook hosts giving a concert wearing specific outfits. Player characters dance around and wave banners with player-made art etc. It’s honestly pretty fun.

The Splatfests mentioned in Ebb & Flow were real, and I used them to keep track of the timeline. You can see an overview of all Splatfests here.

Weapons, gear, stages

Don’t worry about these! I name dropped them for fun. I did put some thought in what weapons they’d use for each game mode (i.e. Kurt’s Carbon Roller is definitely for Turf Wars only), but it doesn’t really impact the story. 

Each weapon has a main weapon, a sub weapon and a special weapon. The main weapon is what it says on the tin, a sub weapon is an extra thing like bombs, and a special is a big game changer that needs to be charged during the game. So when the fic mentions things like the Baller or Tenta Missles etc., those are special weapons. That’s all you gotta know, I guess.

I put zero (0) thought in what gear Kurt and Blaine wear. Gear is, in gamer language, the armour. It brings extra stats and abilities, but I stopped myself from losing myself into the world of Splatoon 2 gear, especially since I am like Kurt and I use the gear for aesthetics only. I have no clue what abilities etc. are out there. I did a bit of research for this fic, but that’s it and I didn’t really put it in the story anyway. All you need to know is that in the Splatoon series, there are a lot of in-universe brands and Kurt, as a fashion lover, likes this extra layer to gear.

Stages are where the games take place. I often picked the stages that were actually happening at the time of writing. All you need to know is that stages change periodically, which is why Kurt and Blaine sometimes wait for a certain stage. Current stages with its accompanying game mode always get announced when you start the game, which leads to...

Off the Hook

An unskippable intro! It happens every time you start the game. It’s a TV show format and the two hosts Pearl and Marina announce the stages, whether Grizzco is open for Salmon Run, and extra news like patches or upcoming Splatfests. Kurt loves reading the news every time (as do I). Blaine wishes he could do without. Boo, Blaine, boo!

Competitive Splatoon 2

It is quite funny that so much about this fic is about Competitive Splatoon 2, since it is actually quite difficult to learn about it if you’re not part of this world. And I am not part of this world. Kurt’s probably a better player than I am. 

Basically, like other Nintendo games, it is possible to play Splatoon 2 as an eSport. You create a team and start to train. Like I said, I don’t know enough on how you can get to a competition, but there are big and small tournaments, with the biggest one being hosted by Nintendo itself: the World Championship. There, teams from Asia, Europe, North-America and Oceania are fighting for the title of World Champion.

If you are reading this right at the beginning of Ebb & Flow, then here is a small spoiler for you. I know I said it was going to be spoiler-free, but alas, have this. Blaine has tickets for the World Championship of 2018. This too was a real event. The semi-finale and finale are on YouTube. The finale is here:

You can watch this if you want to know what a game looks like. When you do, skip to 29:09 to see one of the best plays ever!!! I did actually write some plays from competitions into the fic.

The music

Yeah, so, the music of this game is amazing on its own and one of the reasons it works so well is because there is an in-universe explanation for why the music is like this. There are multiple styles, because there are multiple in-universe bands. Ink Theory does experimental jazz, Diss-Pair loves adding EDM and metal elements to their songs, Chirpy Chips live up to their name with chiptune music, Bottom Feeders mix pop rock with sea shanties, ω-3 does whatever the fuck they’re doing, and so on, and so on.

And yes, I will point this out in the actual fic, because I don’t even know much about music, but Blaine does, and I assume he has an absolute field day with all this information.

Anyway, my favourite band is Wet Floor. Stan Wet Floor.

Oh and remember Off the Hook? They are also a girl group. One of their songs, Ebb and Flow, is the inspiration behind the title.

I listened a lot to the soundtrack while writing it. It’s really upbeat and if there’s some singing, it’s in a made-up squid language. Nintendo is aware of the music’s popularity. As a result it even hosts hologram concerts for Off the Hook and the Squid Sisters (the hosts from the first Splatoon game).

This particular concert even has K.K. Slider from Animal Crossing as an opening act!

Why Splatoon 2?

Why indeed. All I can say is that I love this game a lot and I saw reasons for Kurt and Blaine to like it. It’s a fun game and I think a lot of people will enjoy it. The music and gear felt like an added bonus. And to be honest, should there be a reason? I just thought to myself “what if Kurt and Blaine meet through Splatoon 2?” and here we are.

I didn’t pick the first Splatoon since I never played it, and Splatoon 3 only got announced last year and it’ll be released in September 2022. Oh, and like I mentioned, all the events mentioned are real, so Splatoon 2 also made the most sense for a fic set in 2018. Splatoon 2 got updated a lot in its 5 year lifespan, so I did have to let go of some game things that weren’t out yet in the time the fic takes place (one day, Kurt will get a Kensa Splatterscope), but again, you don’t need to know that for the fic.

So why Splatoon 2?

Why not.

I hope you enjoy!