#this got SUPER long sorry guys

[turtletoria]

i was having some wordgirl reboot thoughts and then embarked on a 9+ hour straight journey i can never take back (my hands and back hurt so much) (i have never drawn so much in such a short period of time) 

also im sorry the quality is so bad; i just hope theyre clear enough to see!

[olibensstuff]

hey this is maybe out of the blue, but I wouldn't mind some human Donnie content, the one we're Donnie is pretending to not be Donnie and Casey is well... Kinda in love... You sead you had some writing of that and well, I uh, I would really like to see it... If it's okey with you

(has this been asked already, idk sorry)

Thank you by~

SO A WHILE AGO I MENTIONED I FOUND THESE OLD SCRIPTS AND ASKED IF ANYONE WAS INTERRESTED IN ME REWRITING THEM AND COMICIFYING THEM and most people said yes so I kinda maybe perhaps did 🥺

and said scripts kinda maybe perhaps definitely were the scripts for human Donnie au🥺

I still wanna know if people are interested in me actually making it a comic for sure but I have ALL the scripts done which is most of the project for this specific comic! Cause I kinda wanna comic these maybe I don’t want to spoil BUT I CAN GIVE YOU A QUICK RUNDOWN AND A LITTLE SCRIBBLE SO

Basically the story follows Donnie who after a fight with his sibs meets a chameleon mutant with the powers to turn anything into anything (sort of) who turns him into a human. Things get crazy when it turns out the mutant is a bit crazy and a bit silly and has a couple conditions to the deal to make him human. Which is where he winds up having to pretend to be human full time and act like he doesn’t know who Donnie is at all? And then he meets Casey and they’re in love because🥺💗 the rest of the comic is shenanigans whilst Casey learns about the turtles and donnie’s ‘disappearance’!

The original comic was sort of a character study on Donnie!! He’s the smartest, but he overthinks a lot! The situation that makes him have to pretend to be human is something only he would land himself in because a lot of it is based on schrödingers cat type stuff where his fears might or might not be real. Donnie’s a HUGE overthinker and I wanted to play into that a lot!! He’s also the least happy about being a mutant in the show so I thought it would be interesting to see how I could play into that also! Now that I’ve rewritten the scripts they’re a lot more comedy based to fit in with the rest of my comics, but I did try to keep the same themes!!! Anywho if anyone’s interested in me actually comicing this au lmk!!

ANYWAYS WITHOUT FURTHER ADO here’s another tiny doodle of human don!

[shima-draws]

Just got back from my friend’s wedding :’) I think it says a lot that I was the only high school friend that showed up

[koipalm]

my like i guess take/personal view of joker is that he's only able to help akechi because the other phantom thieves showed him kindness and love,

if we use the chain metaphor joker locked his heart away , he felt mad, betrayed and confused , and just to me joker at the start is a very just cold person,

but then he meets the thieves and little by little his chains begin to break then he meets akechi and a river suddenly overflowing, its very sudden and hard to control because he realizes he finally can allow himself to love

if that make sense fghgjkll;

i like that idea, but i also like the idea that its a two way street! im of the unpopular opinion that akechi likely wouldnt have done the same thing if he had been afforded the same thing in jokers shoes & circumstances. I say this because as joker people reaching out to you is just as important as reaching out to them and helping and spending time with them and connecting to them. theoretically in the game dynamics you could claim that joker is partially (or only) doing this to gain the confidante points and power up, but to me i only see that as a dynamic of the persona games. i really do feel storywise like joker is reaching out to others because he cares and wants to help them..... for example, even if the player themselves does not want to help a confidante, jokers dialogue options dont allow for that!

in contrast, i do think akechi was not in the worst possible position that he couldnt have "gone back" in a sense and reached out for help and helped other people too. of course, we dont have an inside look on akechi's life, but even at a more shallow look at things it does seem that he had options to turn back and he didn't. from his position as a detective, i think he would have had a lot of connections both from his work and even in the metaverse of finding people that could have helped him. i personally think that this mentality of akechis is interesting and kind of funny that he wanted revenge so bad that he was willing to forsake everything else. of course, its all up for interpretation....

but yeah, i really do think that his case was not necessarily a case of "i had to do this and there was no other choice because the adults made me" like mishima, but more of him actively, choice by choice, damning himself. of course, i dont think that his story can be divorced from adults using and abusing kids, but again, to me, PERSONALLY i see akechi as the type to throw others under the bus until the system eventually turns on him. in the end i also dont see akechi as genuinely remorseful of his actions, in that he actively grieves and regrets the lives hes taken. i think that he regrets the path that his life took and the fact that he was used in turn, but i think theres a kind of disconnect: he may regret that he killed, but i dont think he feels for the life that was lost, both with the mental shutdowns and the psychotic breaks, or the collateral damage.

even in third semester, (and while again. it can be argued that theyre shadows and not people, or that he is simply blowing off steam) it really does feel like he wants to cause harm. and i dont see a change like 'i want to hurt someone/something' -> 'im hurting someone/something because im pissed about being used by someone' BUT ONCE AGAIN. my personal opinion. i think hes a ruthless kind of guy.

in the end with all this being said, i cant be certain that in jokers shoes he would act similarly or that in better circumstances he would act as kind! that isnt to say that i think akechi was always doomed to be an asshole and he could never reach out and be kind, or hell that the system wasnt to blame for him turning out this way. but i DO think the system was not the only thing to blame! i think he made a lot of choices and felt that he had no other path or choice, so he didnt LOOK. but even at the end joker and the rest of the phantom thieves reach out despite ALL that he has done. he was irrevocably a murderer, and a hand was still extended....

[solradguy]

Spending a lot of time and money to make a custom bright red leather jacket just to be the specialist man in the bakery section of the grocery store was such a great investment. I love my red jacket. Everyone should make their own special jacket

[cozyqueerchaos]

hello!! I write some docs in the fandom, and I’d like some advice!

I’m cooking up a new AU in which Maria is alive, and Geralt as well - in it, Shadow is the sole income provider. (Geralt is too busy studying Maria’s condition and the grant money for his studies ran out a long time ago.)

The only thing is, I’m unsure how to approach Maria and Shadow’s relationship in this situation! I’m able bodied and so I’ve refrained from writing about her until now, out of la k of knowledge and stuff.

If you have the time or any ideas, I’d love to know how you’d handle their dynamic or any tips you can give me!! (It’s really not obligatory, I’ve just seen you speak on this subject before and thought to ask!!)

ps I love your works :3

Oh hi!! I'm really flattered you asked me- this is actually something I've been thinking about a lot lately since I've been working on a "Maria-lives" au of my own! (although gerald doesn't in mine. haha rip loser)

okay so general things:

- we don't know very much about maria which means you can do pretty much whatever you want, character-wise! We know she was hopeful and saw the good in everything (even creepy things), and that's pretty much it! Creative freedom haha

- we don't even know how old she is in relation to shadow (shadow was made after but his canon age is older than hers????). you can make that up too, and that will effect their dynamic. (Older siblings are often the "protective/calm" one)

- Maria has an autoimmune disorder, which means that she is vulnerable to external stimuli (aka viruses). If you wanted, you could have her wear a mask outside, or maybe make her or her family be slightly germaphobic :P (although theoretically shadow is immune to disease?)

- people with chronic pain often use mobility aids. not that you necessarily have to!! but it is an option

- there are good days and bad days. I live most of my life at a mild (3-5) level of pain and it doesn't change much since my hobbies aren't particularly active ones, but sometimes it shoots up to like an 8/10 and I'm basically out of commission.

- EVERYTHING is relative. Ever been sick in bed for a week? Or recovered from surgery? After a while, pain gets boring. You have to start doing things for your own sanity. And I think that's what's most important to remember with disabled characters (particularly ones with chronic pain)- after enough time spent with the same pain, you do actually grow accustomed to it. It doesn't make you any less sick, but you learn how to function within it

- that said, that level of function is different than an abled person's. Being sick is very tiring, and everyday things can cause pain. This differs for each person and each type of pain, but things like running, lifting objects, standing for long periods of time, etc.

I think that's all I got right now!! I don't feel like I answered your relationship dynamic question very well but hopefully that was at least a bit helpful! Lmk if there's anything I need to elaborate on ^_^ also feel free to send me the fic when you're done!! I love ARK sibling stuff hehe :D

[volfoss]

also really good doll update... the head arrived at the warehouse and is being packed rn + i found someone else who is doing the exact method of retrobrighting i want to do on the same doll type so. i know for sure its safe :) which is a big relief lmao

[cheese-induced-madness]

Show! Me! The blorbo!

god damn you people work fast

alright but if i get bullied for it i'm lighting up the nearest cracker barrel stg

this fucker.

i'm pretty sure he only shows up in like 4 episodes and yet each time i see him my brain does something between a "." and a "!" like. "man acknowledged." watching this man is like watching a beetle or perhaps a moth. i know nothing of who he is or his thoughts. i know not why he's only here for a short time or why they use him so often for that short time. I don't even remember his name. I just know my neurons fire up when observing him in this show to a point where I may turn my attention from what I am doing while the show is on the background to watch He.

This is the epitome of Just Some Guy. This is white bread with barely any butter. This is a plain white tshirt but with a pocket on the front. This is a guy you see in a starbucks and find yourself staring at as you wait in line, wondering who he is and what kind of life he lives. This is a guy you match with on Tinder and you have to take a good 10 to 15 seconds to wonder if he's actually cute or if he simply looks inoffensive enough that the absence of any negative reaction counts as positive in your mind. He is basic and plain and simple and for some fucking reason his pure neutrality in and of itself captivates me.

I cannot tell for the life of me if my fascination with this guy is romantic, platonic, purely intellectual, or what. I think it may transcend that tbh. I think this feeling is the epitome of passing human connection. It's bumping into a stranger, having a pleasant 3 word interaction, and forever wondering if you could have kept the conversation going, longing to know what potential for friendship or closeness could have been realized, but knowing you will never get that chance again, and a stranger they will remain. It's looking at someone and wanting to know what the fuck their deal is, what actions they have taken in their life to come to your field of vision, directly in line with your ever curious, burning gaze. He's only been in so many episodes, but he is just so fucking normal that it's almost familiar, comforting to see him. It's like a brand of mac n cheese you've never tried that you know is going to taste the exact same as all the others. It's reading coffee shop au fanfic and basking in the simplicity. It's like a blanket at a hotel that's somehow just as warm and fluffy as one you keep at home. Familiar in that which you've never seen before. Basking in the few constants of the chaotic universe we live in. For me it just so happens to be dorky glasses wearing blonde twinks that are a dash of fruity.

either that or this would be normal blorbo territory for me save for the fact that i just finished watching neon genesis evangelion and it has been Affecting How I Perceive Characters.

[kingspuppet]

I know I don't have to, but I do want to apologize for the lack of...everything really. Replies to threads, asks, DMs, too many OOC posts that are just me screaming about Goro without any substance, etc. I'm so behind that it's extremely overwhelming and I was already bad at keeping up with things before, but this has just made it so much worse. And because I'm so behind I'm overthinking things like mad and struggling with self-worth. So I apologize for dipping in and out like a maniac, and for making ya'll wait a thousand years for replies (especially if they're DMs). I'm trying to figure out how to tackle all that I have to do without making it worse on myself. So I won't promise anything, but I'm gonna do my best to try sorting it all out. Either way thanks for your continued patience. It means a lot. 💙

[princekirijo]

Anyway all that aside I finally have a solid design for my Spidersona :] it's kinda simple but I'm pretty happy with it, I think it fits the name.

[rsmrymnt-tea]

Saw @barbabetos's post doing this for her self insert so now I've done this for Dolasach hehe~

(Some Of) Dola's Aesthetic Inspo Board

some of the cast's thoughts on her fashion under the cut >w<

Lucifer: As a member of the 'black is the best neutral’ club, he’s rather fond of her fashion choices, and couldn’t help but be relieved that she’s influenced Satan’s taste and not the other way around through the years. Some choices are very much still choices to him, however; her louder, more elaborate coats and dresses sometimes still baffle him, but he knows better than to tell her to tone it down. Would trust her to pick out clothes for him, and sometimes asks for her opinion of which expensive black turtleneck works better with his expensive black slacks. They probably get their staples from the same place.

Mammon: They probably shop at the same places, honestly, so he more than approves of her taste in fashion. He thinks she carries herself and her clothes well and is tempted from time to time to steal some of the clothes she’s made herself because he knows they’ll sell for a good buck. He likes hanging around her whenever she pulls out something showy, and sometimes tries to convince her to go modeling with him—which 9 times out of 10 end in a refusal. Unless it’s for a solid floral/knitwear collection.

Levi: Admittedly rather flip-floppy with how much he likes what she wears, depending on the day. He veers between thinking she dresses like a total normie (the snobbish artsy type that looks down on low brow art too) and thinking she radiates protagonist energy with how much she stands out from the crowd whenever she wears one of her fancy coats, but for the most part he does like acknowledge that she's fairly well polished. He likes it best when she’s dressed down though, because he’s learned to associate it with her hanging out with him.

Satan: He thinks she looks stunning in anything, really, and he just thinks she looks even better when she loves what she wears. He's actually started absorbing a little of how she dresses over the course of their relationship, whether he realizes it or not, and Asmo's slipped a few thank you's in Dola's direction because of it. Takes some of her larger clothes to wear himself, since a good many of them are in his size. And if she has any complaints, she hasn't made them—probably because they both know a decent chunk of her clothes are actually taken from his and Solomon's closets.

Asmo: They also probably shop at the same places, so he's another who more than approves of her taste in fashion—though part of him does wish that she'd show off more skin, especially since he thinks her tattoos are really pretty. "You should show them off more!" he says, and she replies with telling him that she does show them off whenever its a good day to wear something sleeveless. "But what about the tattoos on your legs?" Oh, well, she'll think about that one in a few years. He's also very thankful that Satan's urge to want to see her in his clothes made him update his wardrobe somewhat, and thinks it's cute that she and Solomon match half the time. Loves when she wears florals and color.

Beel: "I think she looks good." is his usual comment on the matter—he's not really one to pay too much attention to what people wear, but he does pay enough attention to be able to pick out clothes she'd like whenever they go shopping for athletic wear. There are times though when he worries if she's overheating or if she might accidentally trip over her own skirt. Sometimes he also can't help but think the more realistic designs on her clothes look delicious—it's okay Beel, they really do look delicious. Sometimes she gets him to wear her clothes to stretch them out on purpose.

Belphie: He wishes she'd let him borrow her sweaters, they look so soft and comfy. As do a lot of her clothes, actually, but he knows he doesn't have clothes-stealing privileges. He does think a few of her clothes seem like a lot, and has noticed that she stands out a lot whenever they go out into the human world. But it's whatever, so long as she isn't bothered, right? Sometimes he makes hints that he likes the fabric of whatever she's wearing (more like really obvious comments, really) which does get him some clothes made with the same thing, but he finds that it just doesn't feel the same if they're new.

Diavolo: Yet another who probably shops at the same places Dola does. Of course he finds her fashion really interesting and never fails to let her know, though his compliments are usually just met with a polite, impersonal smile, unlike the others. He's a bit amused by how much she manages to blend in visually with the humans he tends to spend the most time with because of his work with Hotel Corvo and Three-Legged Crow group, but never comments on it. He has the feeling that she wouldn't really respond well to any attempts to joke around with her about that.

Barbatos: He appreciates how much thought and polish goes into her outfits, both in styling herself and in the garments themselves. Any compliments from him about her appearance are actually genuine, and really that's as far as most of their conversations go. He'll sometimes ask where she got her clothes just to mentally log it for when Diavolo needs to gift her anything on special occasions, and he makes it a point to pay attention so that whatever they get her is something she likes too much to never wear.

Solomon: As another member of the 'black is the best neutral' club, he's very fond of her fashion. And unlike Lucifer, he's very fond of her more out there choices in clothes, especially since he himself has quite the eye catching signature coat and goes around the human world wearing a hard to ignore selection of talismans and other enchanted accessories. They tend to have days where they match, and they regularly send each other pictures of really cool coats and jewelry. He too sometimes takes her clothes as equal exchange for her taking some of his. Credits himself as the starter of her fondness for unique outerwear after he gifted her a hooded cloak that resembles his starry coat after she became an official (read: legal) sorcerer.

Simeon: Finds the way she dresses to be interesting because it stands out from most of the humans he's encountered. It sometimes makes him wonder if going through the trouble of buying a new wardrobe to blend in with humans was actually necessary, but then her catches how people stare at Dola and her usual company of at least one demon and one immortal sorcerer. He finds himself going to her for advice on human world fashion, which amuses her because she doesn't think it's really that different from the Devildom's. She tries to get him hip to oversized sweaters and knitted cardigans, and it does happen—much to the joy of the Angel's Halo regulars.

Luke: Absolutely enamored whenever he sees her wearing something other than her all-black ensembles. He can tell that there's something to how she dresses because he doesn't miss all the people who give her odd looks and the occasional person who gasps and in surprise. He can't help but want to touch the designs on her clothes, especially the floral ones that look so real, and she does let him. Like Beel, he worries sometimes that she might overheat or trip over her skirts, but for the most part is content to just think she looks nice.

[delicious-p4ncakes]

Do you guys think the party would have Tumblr blogs? Like, to talk about D&D and Star Wars?

I read a byler fanfic that was basically this but with Mike and Will being mutuals while having crushes on each other irl (not knowing they were bff's online) and you can read it here.

Max and El would definitely be here as well! Maybe El could post about just stuff she likes and use it as some sort of diary while Max posted about videogames and skateboarding.

Will would post his artworks, of course. Mike would write fanfiction and also show some of his original works. Lucas would post about nerdy stuff AND sporty stuff, like one moment he's talking about basketball and the other he's explaining why The Empire Strikes back is the best SW movie. Dustin would definitely talk about his inventions and more science-y stuff, he'd also try to be a matchmaker but he's like, the opposite.

What if they all met online first and then became friends irl by accident? Like idk they end up going to the same college (they all live in a modern Hawkins or a smalltown in general) but don't know that and some end up sharing classes while others are roommates.

Will and El being the sweetest twins on the planet and making friends easily (El befriends Max on her first day and Will becomes friends with Lucas because they have a class together or something) is my favorite thing okay

[chronosbled]

what happened to dickson when simmons was usurped from his power (died)? what did he thought?

{ Even though I haven't actually ever made a post about this, or at least I don't think I did, I have actually somewhat addressed this in a thread with @tenebrispxnea between Dickson and Crystal before! Pardon me for tagging you, Serin. Though before I actually get into it further, I'll post said part of the thread I was referring to below right quick:

And as you can see in the above image, the whole event utterly broke Dickson's entire being. Despite all of the smiles he projected outward, everything was completely falling apart for him internally. You see, Dickson has never known anything other than the neglect and abuse that his grandfather has put him through. He's never known kindness or compassion or even love, aside from the very short period of time his parents were alive or the very few times Carla was kind to him, no one looked out for Dickson. No one. Yes, one of his maids tried her best to do so, but given that she was merely a maid, there was quite literally nothing she could do for him. Dickson was subjected to various experiments and endless hours of torture on end from the moment he was just a small child (three years old). He wasn't given a choice, he wasn't asked how he felt about things, he wasn't coddled when he got injured, he wasn't praised when he did things correctly, he wasn't given any sort of freedom whatsoever. He had no life. He wasn't allowed to have a life outside of anything his grandfather didn't deem necessary. All he knows how to do is study and kill. He studies everything and anything he can get his hands on just to please his grandfather and possibly get even the slightest bit of praise, even if it comes from a backhanded comment. He killed anything and everything that his grandfather deemed as a failure or a threat to the work he was doing in hopes to seen as something more than a tool. He was never living for himself, but for his grandfather. In a sense, he was simply an extension of Derek himself, nothing more. He wasn't a person. He only existed to further his grandfather's wishes.

Even when Dickson ended up meeting other children his age, he wasn't allowed to converse with them about normal mundane things such as school or things normal children would. Instead he was made to remain silent around other children, only being allowed to talk amongst his grandfather and his colleagues to show off the progress he'd made using Dickson as a human experiment. In most people's minds, Dickson was just a doll that did whatever he was told or made to do. Whether it was to behave like a servant or to ruthlessly kill anything that posed a threat to his grandfather's community. Additionally, any children Dickson met outside of the usual social gatherings within the elites of society all ended up dying from experimentation or from the battle royal his grandfather held within many of the various containment units he created, either by being murdered by other children participating or the creatures within the containment units or even by Dickson himself. The only child he ever officially met for a somewhat longer period of time, and formed a platonic/familial bond with was Leif (or Leafy), but he too died in the end leaving Dickson alone once again, only now he had gotten a taste of grief and rage (of which also began his cannibalistic behavior/cravings). Hence why Dickson never attempted to get close to anyone ever again (at least until adulthood).

Another child he had come into contact was his late fiance, Janus De'Vetro, the daughter of a terrorist group, because of an arranged marriage his grandfather strung together — but things between the two of them were far from what one would expect of an arranged marriage. Instead, Dickson was cast into yet another situation where he was under someone's thumb, not allowed to do anything other than what Janus wanted of him. All throughout his childhood, Dickson was treated as less than human by both his grandfather and late fiance, repeatedly subjected to abuse and neglect until the day he had enough of Janus' abusive behavior (and her desire to hurt those that have done nothing wrong). At the age of sixteen, Dickson finally worked up the courage to deny Janus of the things she wanted of which only resulted in her physically assaulting him with a blade, but due to the fact Janus had no combat training and Dickson did, he was able to overpower her and in the heat of the moment, stab her to death. Of course he hadn't meant to do such a thing, but he knew that he would get into serious trouble if anyone found out, thus why he took Janus' body and hid her within a freezer deep within the Simmons Estate's underground laboratory.

Now with all that explained, I can get back onto the main question you asked (because I needed to explain all that for it to make the most sense so you can understand what lead up to his mental break). As I mentioned, the death of his grandfather was more than enough to break him mentally. Not just because this was his last remaining family members, but because he no longer had a purpose in life anymore. Now that Derek was dead... he didn't know what to do. His entire life had been laid out before him from the time he was a child. His entire life only had meaning because he was serving his grandfather. His entire life revolved around his grandfather and nothing else, but now with his grandfather gone, he had lost everything he strived for. He didn't know what he was supposed to do anymore. He didn't know how to function within normal society. The only reason he had joined the BSAA (since he was fresh in the BSAA when Simmons died) was because his grandfather wanted him to serve as a spy of sorts, but in the end, Dickson actually came to enjoy being in the BSAA as a whole (of which started his curiosity for freedom since his grandfather could no longer boss him around within the organization). Dickson was made to believe he would never matter to anyone but his grandfather so long as he lived from the time he was a child. Made to believe that he would never be loved nor would he ever have a place in the world because of the monster he had become. With that sort of thing festering in your mind, especially for as many years as Dickson's been alive, it's no wonder why he would end up having a mental breakdown and an existential crisis. Yet, despite all that, Dickson somehow managed to hold on by indulging himself in his own kind of research and remaining within the BSAA.

Now to answer the first part of you question. Even after the death of his grandfather, Dickson still greatly struggled to find a new purpose because, again, he lacked free will due to all the years he spent isolated with his grandfather. That is until he reunited with Philis Roanoke, a woman that he met back in 2008, while serving in the BSAA and she began showing him kindness (especially after hearing about his grandfather). In time, Philis began mothering Dickson and introduced him to Chris Redfield, which soon caused him to meet Jill Valentine and many other people within the BSAA — all of whom were very kind people, something that he wasn't used to — and started to make Dickson think that maybe his grandfather was wrong in saying that nobody would care about him. Additionally, Dickson also developed a vast interest in Piers Nivans (due to the fact he was considered the BSAA's golden boy) and made it his goal to strive for being the best just like his squadmate (since Dickson affiliated Piers with perfection). Keep in mind that while I stuck to the canon for Dickson's character, he was developed with a group of friends that somewhat altered part of the canon so characters like Piers and Finn didn't die and somehow survived the events of Resident Evil 6. So in the end, after his grandfather's death, Dickson stayed within the BSAA and even started to live by his own rules instead of always allowing others to dictate his life for him. He learned that people do care about him and he's still slowly learning that having freedom isn't as scary as he originally thought it was, especially since he's now able to do so many things that he enjoys and talk to so many people he's come to cherish. }

[appalachianapologies]

OKAY BESTIE IN ALL FAIRNESS I FORGOT MY THOUGHTS BUT JUST REMEBERED

Okay so in your GA AU I was having feelings about whatever higher power knowing Jack has been telling Mac about stuff and as punishment, they make Jack human and make him watch as he can’t magically save Mac anymore and seeing him get hurt is the worst thing ever

AND THEN Jack and Mac get split up and Jack gets like ow injured and everyone is listening through comms and that’s when Mac pieces it together that oh wait Jack is mortal now he can actually die and then there’s feelings and I just asahsgdnsg IT WONT HAPPEN BUT A GIRL CAN DREAM 😩😩😩

OMG okay 1. sorry that it took so long to reply, I was working on book stuff and I wanted to save this for when I was back to working on the GA AU!! (and I am now, so beware, hide your children, stash your pets, and put on your safety goggles)

okay Okay OKAY so you've honestly guessed some of the elements here!!!!

the weird Higher Power Thing Beings Whatever are well aware of what jack is doing, but because he's still assigned to mac, is one of those things where they can't really do anything about it now? like they need mac to be alive so they won't mess with jack yet

but uh. human jack? haha

ha

hahaha

:)

[caterpillarinacave]

You wake in the morning your mind made up, there's no point in rushing headlong into these things, you'll stick around where there are free accommodations, at least for a little while, in the meantime you can search the area more and develop a better understanding of your situation, you head to the bathroom to clean up, when you go to untangle your hair you notice the blue from before has disappeared, you pick up the brush from the store and separate out a small amount of hair and run the brush through, it turns blue, you see that the brush is still clean but if you want to brush with it you will end up with a head of colorful hair, interesting, you set aside the brush and go back to cleaning yourself up before heading out to the main place to find the others and let them know of your decision to stay for a while, the older one seems pleased, they get you some spare clothes and finish setting up your space with things to fulfill your basic needs.

Your decision to stay turns from days to weeks to months, at this point you've learned the basics of the language around you, some simple words can be read, and a lot of the mannerisms have become much more familiar, the chirps, you've come to find, are verbal punctuation marks, depending on the chirp they literally vocalize "!!!" or "?", it's pretty cool. Additionally you've developed a deeper and friendlier relationship with both of the homes occupants, the younger one becomes more amicable as you take on some of the chores around the farm, which is what you have come to understand their home is, though the crops and animals are different and the farm methods aren't what you remember from your world, in any case, you help where you can, sometimes you go into town with the others and help with the shopping or other errands, the town is friendly, the area is nice, you've noticed the seasons do change similar to how they would in your world and the autumn turns to winter and leads to spring, though the people here split their seasons into seven distinct sections and their separation of time, like years and months or even days, are confusing, so you don't pay it too much mind, you find that despite wrapping yourself in the clothes and culture of these people you continue to remain yourself, no alterations afflict you, though it has only been some time, you don't think the world changing you physically is a huge thing to worry over anymore, you still check the number of fingers and toes you have each morning anyway, better safe than sorry or at least caught unawares.

You've kept an eye out for any sign of the mentioned key or any other way home, but nothing comes up, even when you manage to ask the older person what they meant before, they admit they really only know what the person who passed through told them, in order to go back to a world when the door closed you needed a key that opened the other side of the door, the person before you had searched this world a long time for that key, but when nothing ever came of it they moved on, before that though they had stayed here which is where the older one had learned some of your language and of your situation.

It's some time in the Spring like season several months in that you are hit with a cleaning bug, the other two went into town earlier so you get to work, while you had already searched the house before for anything that might hint at how you should proceed, you never found anything and the inhabitants themselves had been more useful and you quit looking eventually, imagine your surprise then when you stumble across a journal under a bookcase written in a language you can read, you pause your cleaning immediately and as you consume the book you learn that this was left behind by the person who had come before you, the journal is dated ten years ago and has entries detailing the events of their journey here as well as long discussions on their theories and observations of it all, from the book you learn several valuable pieces of information: there are multiple doorways on this world but they all seem to lead to the same next world although not the exact same place as far as they can tell, the next world is largely unknown but from what they can tell is safe enough in that you can breathe the air, in this world there is a secret organization, or perhaps cult, that studies these doorways but the author is not particularly impressed with them for some unspecified reason, the doors close automatically and cannot be kept open by any means, no going back without the Backwards Key or more specifically the black side key unless someone else opens the door from the other side, interestingly anything that passes through the door has a chance of developing a magic of its own which the writer is confused by (they brought over a bottle that now never runs out of water and a bag that replicates whatever gets put in it, the science behind this is discussed in depth for many pages but just gets chalked up to magic), they think that the doors open to alternate universes rather than across space to other planets but they aren't sure, the plan they chose to follow was to start going forwards through the doors and hunting for one of the keys to the black side then head back and go home, you don't think the plan panned out, this journal has given you more information to work with and much to think about but ultimately still leaves you with not much in the way of choices.

This set up is peaceful, the longer you stay the more parallels you find with your own world and despite missing loved ones from your old life the stability of this new one has begun to lull you into a sense of security, going forward could mean starting over, seeking out the secret organization could spell trouble, just travelling further than this town on your own would certainly be a hassle, staying here and continuing to learn about this world offers an opportunity of safety but you definitely don't see a future in which you reach home this way, do you choose to continue living as you have been?

No

[lowkeyremi]

JJK MEN AS DADS

How they are with their kiddos/babies ! ft. gojo, geto, choso, toji, and nanami

content: no curse!au fluff, established relationship (marriage), children, families.

Gojo Satoru

"Look at my little boy, he looks just like me, what a heart stopper you'll be when you get older!" He praises his two year old, Kenji Gojo.

"'Toru stop trying to manifest our son into a hoe." Satoru turns to you with a loud gasp, eyes wide, and it causes your little boy to giggle.

"How could you say such words, in front of him? Don't listen to Mommy. Daddy was never a player. Never ever!" Kenji has no clue what's happening he just laughs at his father's dramatics.

"Oh brother, I hope he doesn't turn into a drama queen like you. And yes you were a player before I got with you. Remember when you kissed my friend then like ten minutes later tried to kiss me?" Satoru was a menace in college. Every time you bring up that specific college memory he always says-

"Ugh, blame Suguru! He was the one who made me take shots when I didn't like to drink." There it is. That was excuse for two-timing you and your best friend back then.

"Save it for someone who believes you. Kenji, don't be like Daddy when you grow up, okay?" Your husband knows you're joking but he can't help but whine and feel like you're being against him.

"Otay Mommy! Daddy is hoeeee. Hoe hoe hoe. Merry Christmas!" Your poor little boy thinks he's saying the noise Santa makes instead of a derogatory term and it's hilarious.

Of course you encourage him, "Daddy's a what?"

"Hoe!" Kenji screams out with a smile on his face. Satoru frowns loosing his playfulness.

"I-i guess my family just hates me... no one loves me." He sighs loudly to sell it to you guys but you don't buy it. He sits in the corner pretending to cry. "Boo hoo..." Kenji waddles his way over to his father patting his head.

"No cry Daddy, you not a hoe. You Daddy." Satoru fakes a loud gasp when he hears his son comfort him, thinking Satoru is actually crying.

"Really?!" He asks the little boy standing next to him.

"Yeah, Daddy is cool!!" Satoru chuckles, picks up is little boy and tosses him into the air. The small white haired child screams in delight as his father catches him, and you can't deny that all the trouble you and Satoru had in your relationship was worth seeing this.

Geto Suguru

"And then, the monster ate the twin girls who didn't go to sleep at their bed time-"

"Ooooookay. I think that's enough bed time stories from Papa." You say ushering your girls to bed, Hana looks scared out of her mind but Kana's eyes are sparkling with curiosity.

"Awww, Mommy, it was just getting good!" Kana whines, you know she wants to hear whatever else Suguru makes up on spot but he scared Hana who looks like she wants to cry.

"I know sweetie, but I don't think Hana really liked that story." The girls are six and full of energy at any given time.

"Come on baby, let me tell Kana the rest." Suguru matches his daughter's tone, knowing you'll give in.

"Alright, fine, but you need to apologize to Hana, look at her." Your husband looks at his younger twin daughter and he does feel kind of bad for scaring her like that. Suguru likes telling scary stories and myths to his girls just like his father had done to him. He always thought they were super cool.

"Oh, Hana, sweet girl. Papa's sorry. I didn't mean to scare you like that. How about I tell you and your sister a different story?" Hana looks a little doubtful as do you, but Suguru grants you a smile. He knows you trust him so you give him a stern look before kissing his forehead.

"Don't take too long, I need my cuddles." He smirks, kissing your hand, "Of course my dear."

The twins coo in unison at their parents romantic gestures, they think it's the coolest thing ever. "You girls have your stuffed animals?" He asks them and they nod together waiting for his story.

He tells the two about a princess who needed saving. Her long lost sister came to save her from a scary dragon and they lived happily together.

"That sounds like me and Hana!! I fought the scary dragon and Hana was the princess!!!" Kana says with excitement. Sometimes Suguru sees two little girls he used to foster in his own girls. He wonders how they're doing these days. They're probably grown up by now or at least in their late teens.

"I really wish Mommy had let me name you guys Nanako and Mimiko." He whispers with a soft smile. Kana looks at him in confusion rubbing her tired eyes, Hana's already asleep.

"Huh?" Kana asks.

"Nothing my dear, good night, little one." He tucks her into bed and gives her a tend kiss on the forehead.

"Night night, Papa." She says with a yawn and Suguru makes his way downstairs to join you.

Kamo Choso

Choso bites his lip looking down at his son, the boy looks a lot like you he thinks. Ryuji is his name, you let him name him. "I didn't mean to break it." He whines to his father. Choso has a soft spot for his boy. He reminds him a lot of his little brother Yuji.

"I know bud, but what will we tell Mom when she gets home?" Ryuji had accidentally broken your favorite ceramic mug. Choso was not sure what he signed up for when he got you pregnant but it sure wasn't this.

He and his son were always getting scolded by you. Every time Ryuji gets into some kind of trouble it also happens to be Choso's fault for not watching him closely as you always say. The truth is, Ryuji seems to get into trouble even with his father watching him closely.

"Um... we can tell her it was at the edge of the counter and i walked past it and it fell down. Then it will be her fault for leaving it by the edge." Choso smiles at his devious ten year old. He knows lying is bad but if you heard what really happened you'd scold both of them.

What actually happened as that Ryuji was playing in the kitchen, even though you've warned him against it many times and he knocked your mug down onto the ground.

"Good idea, kid. I don't want to hear Mom yelling again. I might get couch treatment again." Choso shivers at the idea of sleeping on the cramped couch rather than in his warm bed with you.

"You remind me a lot of your Uncle Yuji." Choso says ruffling his son's hair. "You and Mom keep saying that and I don't know if that's good or bad."

"It depends. Yuji can be both." Choso chuckles. His son gives him a crushing hug.

"I love you dad, you're doing great." And Choso didn't know how much he needed to hear those words but they were getting to him.

Fushiguro Toji

"Quit kicking your Ma, ya little brat." He threatens your swelling belly. He gives you a questioning look when you glare at him. Those emerald eyes challenge yours in a staring contest.

"What is with you and threatening our unborn children?" Your question is followed by a giggle.

"Gotta let the brats know who's in charge." He blows out a breath and puffs his chest, you find the whole ordeal ridiculous. The man is a girl dad for crying out loud. Even his oldest, your step-son thinks his father is a clown. And before Tsumiki died there were three daughters in his life.

He thinks your third one is bound to be a boy, but you're secretly hoping for a girl just to further sink Toji's idea of having a little boy to boss around. Megumi comes around maybe twice a month to see his little half-sisters, which means Toji is surrounded by girls all the time.

You like to joke around with him and say, "What do you know? Girls seem to follow you wherever you go." He always grumbles about it being stupid and unfair.

"As I was saying-"

"DAD!!!!! MY HAIR OH NOOOOOOO." Toji's up off the couch in seconds answering at his daughter's beck and call.

He walks into her room to see her braid was messed up. "What happened, Doll?" He asks her, undoing the braid so he can redo it.

"Yui undid my braid!! She took my hair tie and ran to her room!!!" She squeals, in horror at her little sister's thieving.

"Oh did she now? I'll go have a talk with her once I braid this back up." He's gentle with his tender-headed daughter. He quickly braids her hair back up, the pattern memorized. 100% self indulgent bc im tender headed.

"I have this green hair tie, is that okay, sweet girl?" She sighs quietly. "Where are the blue ones?" Toji clicks his tongue. "I can go get one real quick if you hold the end of this braid." He tells her and she's quick to do it. Her favorite color is blue after all.

She cheers when her father returns with a blue hair tie. He ties it up quickly, "Okay let me go talk to Yui." Nami nods brushing out her baby doll's hair.

Toji makes an appearance in front of his four year old's door, she's making her dolls scream at each other. "What was da reason?!!!!" She screams pretending to be one of the dolls, "I had a reason." She makes the other say.

Toji rolls his eyes, his daughter has been watching too much TV with you. "Excuse me miss Cardi B, why did you steal your sister's hair tie?" His hands are on his hips and his eyes are squinted to add to his authority.

"Whattttt, Dad, you know dat?" She asks as if her dad lives under a rock.

"Tch I'm not old, I know what memes are. Now answer the question." She rolls her eyes. You tell Toji she gets her attitude from him.

"If you haf to know I needed it, so I could give Sprinkles a ponytail." Sprinkles is the dog Toji said he was NOT going to get for his girls but caved in and got anyway.

"Ya coulda asked me or your Ma for one rather than stealing it right from your sister's hair." She shakes her head in disagreement. Toji wonders what's going on in her head right now.

"Dad you don't get it! It had to be that one!"

"Why that specific hair tie?" She goes silent turning away from her father and mumbling something Toji can barely hear.

"Speak up, princess." She scoffs and sighs and folds her arms. Wow the sass is unreal.

"Sprinkle thinks Nami is super cool so she wants what Nami has." Toji isn't stupid he knows his daughter is using the dog as a place holder for how she admires her older sister. Yui doesn't like to admit it though.

"Are you sure it's Sprinkle who thinks Nami is super cool?" He gives her the chance to be open with him and she sighs taking the bait.

"I guess. I think Nami is super cool." She murmurs and Toji smirks.

"It's alright to think your sis is cool, Dad didn't get to grow up with any cool siblings. Just annoying cousins."

"Mai and Maki are cooler than you, Dad, not annoying!" The man in question raises his brow his smirk never leaving, "Okay since I'm not cool. I guess I won't take you out for treats anymore when Ma says no."

Little Yui gasps, bursting upward like a rocket and running toward her dad. She hugs his leg, her little head looking up at him, "I was kidding Dad. You're super cool. Please don't stop taking me for treats!!"

Toji smiles, picks up his little girl and tickles her. She screams out for him to stop, "Huh? I can't hear what you're saying."

"Nami help!!!!"

In seconds Nami's attacking her father in a playful manner, "Let go of my sister!!"

"Okay then." Toji holds his daughter upside down by her feet, as she screams some more. "MA!!! HELPPP!!!!"

"Toji put her down." You say in a half-hearted manner.

"She is down. Upside down."

Nanami Kento

"See, you're getting the hang of it, Hiro." Kento softly encourages his son who's struggling with his math homework. You had tried to help him but he screamed that what you were saying didn't make sense. So of course you yelled back, letting your emotions get the better of you.

Kento had stepped in to keep you two from ripping each other's heads off. Plus all that screaming had woken up the baby. You could hear her crying.

That was about an hour ago. You quietly walked into the dining room with your seven month old baby girl cuddled up to your chest as you held her tight.

The sight of your husband helping your son warmed your heart, but you also felt guilt hot in your stomach for yelling at him, he's only twelve.

"Hey, Hiro. Can I talk to you, hon?" You ask softly. Both your son and Kento turn their heads upon hearing your voice. He nods at you and you inhale deeply, "I'm sorry for yelling at you, bud, I didn't mean it."

His eyes soften as do Kento's.

"I'm sorry too, Mom. I started it. You were just trying to help me." Kento's smile encourages you to walk closer to the table which you do.

"We should have had Dad come help in the first place, huh? I'm not good at explaining." Hiro shares a laugh with you, and Kento cups your cheek.

"Explanations might not be your strong suit but you're still a good mother, baby." Hiro gags at his father calling you "baby" he hate when you two get sappy.

You move your head a little so you can kiss his palm. As expected Hiro covers his eyes and making more throwing up noises.

"Oh hush, one day you'll find someone for you, and you'll be just like me and your mother." Kento says rolling his eyes and you giggle. Even though you guys have your differences you guys always forgive each other at the end of the day.

Your little girl coos quietly and Kento holds out his arms gesturing for his little girl.

"She's just had dinner, so she might fall asleep on you." Your warning doesn't bother him at all, if anything, you'll probably have more pictures to add to your baby gallery on your phone if she falls asleep in his arms.

She's already a dad's girl and she's only seven months old. You thought maybe Hiro would be a mama's boy but he's definitely his daddy's son.

You don't mind though, well, sometimes you're a little jealous that you have to share your man with your kids. Kento's a very lovable man though, so you can't blame them.