Hey, not to alarm you two, but I think Gustavo is coming in.
Peppino, I’d suggest prepping an explanation, and maybe tell Pep to stay calm and use the grounding exercises we taught him.
If you don’t think Pep is up to it though, there’s a box out next to the dumpster. It seems to be his safe place.
Pep, don’t worry, people a lot smarter than me can help put the pieces together, but for now we need you to breathe. You’re in the restaurant right now, and you’re safe.
Peppino: "Gus is here???"
Gustavo: "Sorry, we're late, Peppino! Brick saw a cat, and we ended up the next town over-"
Peppino: "GUSTAVO!!!"
Gustavo: "AAA-!?!?"
Peppino: "GUS!!! MY CLONE THAT I FOUGHT IN THE TOWER WAS LIVING IN THE DUMPSTER FOR A MONTH, AND HE CAME IN AND WE TALKED, BUT HIS LITTLE MAGIC BOX OF A THOUSAND VOICES TATTLED ON HIM AND HE HAD A VERY MELTY PANIC ATTACK, AND THEN I WAS PUPPY-DOG EYED INTO LETTING HIM STAY AND WORK HERE, AND THEN WE WERE COOKING THE PIZZA AND HE HAD A MEMORY ABOUT USING A KNIFE, AND THEN HE JUST TURNED INTO SOMEONE ELSE FOR A SECOND AND NOW HE'S HAVING ANOTHER PANIC ATTACK, AND IT'S BARELY INTO THE AFTERNOON, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, PLEASE HELP ME!!!"
Gustavo: "You know I am always happy to help you, Peppino, but can you please explain that again a little slower?"
Pep: *muffled hyperventilating*
Pep: "!!!"
Pep: "Si tahw...?"
Pep: "Efas... Mraw... …Tfos si…"
Gustavo: "Oh, good job, Brick!"
Peppino: "Yes, thank you, Brick. She's nice to cuddle with, huh, Pep?"
Pep: "...Mhm..."
Peppino: "Good, good. Now, what were your-a friends saying? There's a box outside? Would you like me to get it?"
Pep: "...Yes please..."
Peppino: "Alright, I will be right back."
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Peppino: "Oh, there is-a box here..."
Peppino: "Oh... It is conveniently covering that hole in the wall I forgot about... Mm, fixing it will have to be put off again... Getting stuff for Pep is more important."
Peppino: "Hm? What's this? 'Peppino's Special Things'? I should-a bring this inside too. Must be important to Pep."
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Peppino: "Pep, I got your box! But are you-a sure it's the right one? It seems-a really small for you-"
Peppino: "!!!"
Peppino: "Well, that answers that. You feel better?"
Pep: *quiet but relived gurgle*
Peppino: "Good. Here, let's let you rest with Brick and with-a your friends. It's been quite the day for you."
Peppino: "Okay, so Gus and I are going to-a continue the work day, but we'll put your pizzas aside for later, and when you feel up to it, you can finish them off. But if you feel like resting for the rest of the day, that's alright too. Does that sound okay?"
Pep: *soft burble that vaguely sounds like the word 'okay'*
Peppino: "Alright then. We'll be in the kitchen if you need us."
(Gustavo and Brick (the Rat) are now available for asks!
Pep is having a little break and is too tired to form a mouth, but you can still leave asks for him)
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hi, i completely agree that the fandom has a problem with misogyny and often fails at self-introspection. my question is, do you have any resources/tips/thoughts on how to be better about it? even, how to recognize it in yourself the first place? "ok i'll stop being a misogynist now" is a lot easier said than done, especially for people who might not be that educated on the subject, and majority of the people in this fandom are quite young as well.
this is long as fuck and possibly somewhat incoherent bc it took so long to write but i did my best
my biggest tip for people who don't know much about misogyny is to look at your own behavior and learn how to clock what you're doing as sexist.
are you criticizing a female creator? think about why you're doing it, what the actual beef you have with them is. if it seems to be just a sense of discomfort or thinking they're annoying or overly loud or pushy, think about male ccs who act the same way and why you dont consider them annoying. are you annoyed with them for being on a male cc's stream? why? does it feel like theyre taking up too much attention? do you get annoyed with them for talking too much or flirting with guys? for gaming especially-- do you get annoyed with them for not knowing something or being "bad" at a game? think about why that is and why its just funny when a male cc is bad at games or doesnt know something.
a HUGE problem i see in this fandom is the Madonna-whore complex, repackaged as the little sister-racist dichotomy (kudos to @yourlittlemenace for that phrasing).
if a female cc is deemed to be "playing nice" (doesnt talk too much, is "nice", streams with male ccs but doesnt flirt with them, isn't "overtly sexual"), she's the little sister of the group. all the male ccs "protect" her, she literally folds their laundry, she doesnt call out how people treat her, and the fandom pretends that this is a normal and cool way to treat women who are public figures. this also goes for mom/big sister/etc. if you think you haven't done this, think about all the aus where you've forced puffy into some kind of maternal or sisterly role when it made no sense. then think about how pissed people got when she decided not to be the server therapist and was "mean" to Tommy (in lore, with permission. that she didnt even need to get. see that clip i rbed earlier from her podcast.)
if the fandom decides she doesnt play nice, if she flirts with male ccs too much or stands up for herself or points out how unfair it is that she's being treated this way, she gets demeaned, harassed, and shunned by the fandom. consider, again, puffy. consider how niki flirted with wilbur and talked about misogyny and got called a racist for *checks notes* "speaking to schlatt and fundy" and "not being a native english speaker". she got called a slut and a queerbaiter for kissing another woman despite being bisexual.
consider how hard people went down on hannah for having said the r slur several years back versus how hard they went on dream for the same thing. and how people dug it up as a direct response to her being on stream with dream. consider how every time hannah talks about how unfair it is that the mcc subreddit treats her like trash, she has to delete all her tweets bc they harass her to hell and back and act like she's an asshole for pointing out their hypocrisy.
the fandom doesnt do this across the board; i shouldnt have to say this, but its not an everyone versus no one issue. some people do this outright and loud, some dont seem to realize theyre doing it, and a few people dont do it at all (incredibly rare, i can count on one hand the number of people who genuinely seem to try to avoid these issues, which is why im complaining).
in terms of lore, have you ever once done analysis on a female character? why do you think you haven't? the bechdel-wallace test is an (imperfect) way of gauging how a piece of media ignores women and prioritizes men. think about the fact that there are FOUR female ccs on the DSMP and they are continually ignored in favor of male characters. consider that puffy and aimsey both talked about trying to do genuine lore and getting shafted, either because no one was online and wouldn't put in the effort to stream with them or because they received insane amounts of criticism for breaking anything on the server, despite the clear lack of "no griefing" rules and the precedent that you can blow other people's shit up (tommy leveling one of puffy's builds, amongst many other examples).
a quick thing about ships: have you ever wondered why m/m ships are so popular? the general consensus amongst people who care about feminism and are into fandom studies is that for a long period of time, m/m was hugely popular because women are so rarely written as full and complete characters in any media. so people took to engaging with m/m ships and writing about them because they were the most fulfilling relationships, and because misogyny led them to be predisposed to be uninterested in female characters.
say an m/m ship is incredibly popular, something like, i dunno, john watson and sherlock holmes from bbc sherlock. lets also say the canonical media presents one or both of the characters with a female love interest. how do you think a fandom that prioritizes m/m ships and is primed to be disinterested in women as characters (either because of our society's role in teaching people that women do not matter or because of fandom's history in assuming female characters are not fleshed out) is going to react? if you said theyre going to send undue amounts of criticism her way and act like its an act of homophobia to give a canonically straight character a female love interest, congrats, you've figured out a huge component in fandom misogyny. take this, amplify it over several decades, and add the psychic damage that supernatural gave society. queerbaiting is bad but mistreating female characters in service of nonexistent queer relationships is also bad.
this is relevant in general but i also believe its relevant for the dsmp because of the complete lack of m/f ships. aside from phil and kristin, who are literally married irl and kristin isn't even on the server, there are no m/f ships that involve female creators. this is not, despite what you may think, due to the inherently yaoi nature of minecraft roleplay. this is because the creators, including the male ones, are afraid of the blowback of m/f flirting and how fucking awful people are to female ccs anytime it happens. once again look at niki. as another example, consider how notfounders harassed the living daylights out of mxmtoon for flirting with gnf on twitter. if i was a cc i would avoid it like the plague too considering how happy people are to dig shit up about them or accuse them of being a slut or an attention whore/"pick me girl" for speaking to a man.
one last thing, this is more about fanart than anything else but stop drawing women to look like teenage boys. the amount of fanart i see where i literally cannot tell if someone has drawn niki or tommy is fucking insane. niki has curves. draw her with them. if you cannot draw women or people outside a very specific body type you cannot draw. fatphobia and misogyny have a clear overlap.
i cant think of anything else and ive already spent forever on this. look into feminist media analysis. think twice about how you react to female ccs & female characters. consider not just what characters have interesting stories but who is allowed to have interesting stories. you might be neglecting someone who has a lot going on because you're dismissing a female character as inherently less likely to be interesting. you might not even know someone has an interesting story because the fandom neglects it so completely.
as a final little note: like i said earlier, if you're not familiar with gender & sexuality studies, you may not know this, but homophobia and transphobia are rooted in misogyny. the idea that gender is immutable and rigid is because of the patriarchy. this is why gendered slurs are used against queer people and why queer men in particular get accused of and demeaned for being feminine. your understanding of queerphobia is incomplete without considering how sexism plays a role.
also go read everything rayne fisher-quann has ever written but especially this piece on getting woman'd and listen to you're wrong about
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𝐍𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐢𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞; 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
y'all can thank @yuujispinkhair for this one... 🫶🏻💕
and the very, very graphic dream i had about yuuji the other night. hm.
pairing -> yuuji itadori x fem!reader
warnings -> 18+ (mdni), mentions/description of blood & allusion to death (reader is a sorcerer); cunnilingus & masturbation (m); sex as a cure-all (duh). not beta'ed.
wc -> 2.1k
Like some blessing from some unknown god, Yuuji Itadori ends up being home before you. And, if it weren’t already obvious, this isn’t something that happens often.
If it isn’t his actual job holding him back, then it’s either a distraction of some kind (typically a courtesy of his former sensei) or a previous engagement he’s made with Megumi, Todo, or Chōsō. Usually, this made you, as the one who’d insisted on a strict schedule for your availability as a means to preserve your sanity within the jujutsu world (or what was left of it, anyhow), the first one home. The first one to bathe, the first one into their pajamas, the first one to start dinner. It’s only perhaps once or twice per month that you’d find him waiting for your return, already cleaned up from the day and with something tantalizing wafting your way from the stovetop.
Positively drained, you’d entered your shared apartment with your eyes blurred and half-open, not even registering that it’d already been unlocked, or that there were sounds coming from the inside. For all you knew, it could’ve been a burglar (not that they would’ve stood a chance, anyway— still, having a little self-preservation is an advisable forethought for next time, you’d later remind yourself), but in looking down to toe your shoes off, you spot a pair of dark red sneakers to the left of the door.
The breath that leaves you is heavy, loud, and dances between sounding like relief and sounding like you’re about to cry.
Yuuji, who’d been using the blender with his back facing the door, had yet to notice you’d finally come home. Late, he realizes, having looked to the stove clock and finding it to be almost twenty minutes past your usual return time. He’d never questioned your capabilities, not once, but you’d never been this late home without sending him a text or calling him first. And his phone’s been on the counter this whole time— not a ding or a buzz or a light up of the screen to indicate that you’d tried to contact him, not once.
Swallowing harshly, he switches off the blender, the red sauce inside swirling to a sudden stop, and reaches out for it. Before he can grab it, however, you’d grabbed onto the bottom of his sweater from behind, tugging him back a pace. With a yelp, he turns on the spot, eyes wide and searching when they meet your watering ones.
“Oh, you’re back,” he says, exhaling sharply. Instantly, his arms rise and wrap tightly around you, and weakly, you’d raised yours to do the same, curling around his middle and practically collapsing into him. “Hm, you feelin’ okay?”
“… bad day,” you mumble into him. Pressing a kiss against into your cheek, he gently forces the two of you apart, holding you at arms’ length to look you up and down.
“You didn’t get hurt, right?” You shake your head, but Yuuji holds up your one arm by your wrist, gaze zeroing in on a colourful blotch on your white button-up. “Wait, is that blood?”
When your eyes begin to water more rapidly than they had before, you blink quickly to rid yourself of them, instead looking in the opposite direction of it.
“… it’s not mine.” Yuuji lowers your arm again, smoothing a hand down it from shoulder to elbow before collecting you into him again.
“Sorry,” he says softly. Your lips curdle against each other, and you nod, probably more times than necessary, but Yuuji doesn’t make notice of it. “I’m making dinner; some Italian dish Kugisaki showed me a picture of yesterday. You hungry?”
You can only bring yourself to shrug, and mentally curse your sudden flip to using non-verbal responses.
“Wanna take a bath first? It won’t be ready for a bit.”
You don’t tell him that you’d already showered when you stopped by the college, instead shaking your head that you burrow further into his chest. There’d been a lot more blood on you than what he’d found on the shirt you’d borrowed; you very well couldn’t walk through the city looking like the main character of that horror film Yuuji’d watched a few weeks back, but it looks like you might’ve missed a spot somehow.
He hums, sounding thoughtful.
“Step on my feet for a sec,” he tells you after a moment. You look to him in confusion, but he only nods his head in encouragement, grinning softly. Not wanting to hurt him (something he finds cute, because you could never), you tread lightly on him, holding onto his forearms for balance while you steady yourself. “Put your arms around me and hold on tight, okay?”
You nod, and do.
In turn, he tries hard not to jostle you when he takes the blender and pours the contents into a saucepan, and turns the burner on low heat.
Yuuji’s idea had been ingenious— killing two birds with a single stone, he could get dinner done and keep comforting you this way. With the last of the prep done and needing a good fifteen to a half an hour to simmer, he could focus on taking care of you again.
There’d been so many times that your presence proved a healing one, especially on the days and for the times that a mission had gone oh, so wrong; yours was the only one that could begin healing him. Your love came off in waves, it radiated like heat and shined like the brightest, most northern star that it couldn’t be missed or ignored. In the beginning, Yuuji didn’t want to burden you with his anguish, with his trauma— he’d been content in giving that sort of care to you when he could. But you’d insisted.
How’s it fair to take but not give? you’d gone and reasoned with him. Our pain and sadness, i-it’s not something to be graded or compared. I love you too much to ever let you suffer it alone.
And with how he’d slept the rest of the evening with you, tucked into your chest and bundled up and in your arms, warm and safe, how could he try and refuse you ever again?
Despite the seriousness of the trauma you’d faced today, Yuuji stills finds your position amusing, holding onto him like a koala on a tree, and only freeing you from it after a moment of respite in hobbling through the kitchen with you. A sharp noise escapes you when he sweeps you up into his arms, having had to tear your arms away from him first.
“Where are we going?” you ask him.
“To get you out of these clothes and into bed— we’re eating in here tonight.” Yuuji knocks open the door to the bedroom, quickly crossing the floor to set you down on the edge of the mattress before trotting over to his closet.
“… we’re gonna get the sheets messy again.”
“So, we get the sheets messy again. Then we’ll just have to clean them up again, right?”
From off one of the far hangers, Yuuji pulls off a thick, dark green sweater— it’s one of your favourites that he wears, mainly because of the small, embroidered turtle etched over the heart of it. He’s made sure to wear it often for you, his scent now buried deep into the fabric; he’d been saving it for just such an occasion.
“Armies up,” he says after undoing the top three buttons of your blouse— he’s glad the babying word manages to pull a chuckle out of you, even a shake of your head as you lift your “armies” above it. Yuuji pulls the shirt off of you, sniggering when the collar manages to catch around your forehead; with a tug or two, you are freed and left sitting topless, but it leaves you ruffled, and Yuuji’s face rosy.
He can’t help but to bend over and kiss you. Obviously, you’d been waiting for him to finish dressing you, but it was too much to see you sitting there and not collect at least one kiss.
Or seven, he thinks as your lips part for him. Instead, he smiles against them, ending his onslaught with a peck to your nose.
“Let’s get you dressed.”
You huff, somewhat petulantly. “Mm.”
Yuuji pulls the sweater over your head (where it pops out, almost like the turtle sewn into it), and threads your hands to the ends of the sleeves. His hands slide along your waist on his way of pulling it down past it; you shiver, hands searching for his to stop him.
“Yuu,” you murmur.
“Yeah,” he whispers back.
“Don’t go and do something like this when… when you’d just stopped me from kissing you…”
“Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.”
“… I wasn’t asking you to.”
He pauses. “… you gotta rest, y’know.”
“I know.”
“… dinner’s gonna have to be checked on soon.”
“Mhm. That’s fine.”
“______…”
You lift your hips up and slide off your slacks— you don’t touch the shorts sitting to the left of you. Yuuji dares to look down, only to find you bare naked from the hips down; you’d discarded your undergarments after the mission, too far gone to want to keep around as some stained souvenir.
“… t-this was supposed to be a “pg-13” thing, you know,” he suddenly stammers. Smiling tiredly at him, you cup his reddened face in your hands and pull him toward you.
“Ratings are always changing.”
Yuuji sighs, unable to argue with your reasoning. Even more, the times he’d returned home to you and wanted nothing more than to be as close to you as the heavens would allow meant that he could not and would not deny you now. Not with how… determined you seem for a distraction.
And so, he denies you no longer. Instead of returning to the kitchen to taste the sauce, Yuuji drops onto his knees, parts yours, and begins to taste you. Each swipe of his tongue along your slit and each suckle of your clit tears you further and further from your thoughts, dragging you both closer to shore and further out to sea— you tremble quite violently when the vulgar sound of Yuuji’s slurping echoes about the room, and you press yourself deeper and deeper into the mattress now beneath you.
“Y-Yuuji,” you cry into your knuckles, a failed attempt to stifle the noises he’d pulled from you.
Body tense from your impending orgasm, you shakily push yourself onto an elbow to watch him work. But past staring at his slick-covered chin or into his lidded eyes, you take note of his one arm and how it jerks forward and back below the bed’s horizon. In taking a moment to breathe, Yuuji groans, voice cracking and tongue lolling— he dives back down and presses his tongue against your clit, and it’s instantaneous; one hand gripping the duvet, the other fingers through his soft pink hair to hold on for dear life, you gasp, heat bursting in your lower stomach and beneath Yuuji’s own hand.
“Yuuji!!” You writhe, and it’s all he can do with but a single free hand to pin you down so you can ride your orgasms out together. He gasps, breath hot and shuddering against your wet cunt as his own mess coats his wrist. You whine as he dares to lap a little more at you, and your entire body twitches atop the mattress. “Yuuji…”
“Ahhh.” He finally parts from you, leaning back onto his hand and panting toward this ceiling. “I think that was a new record for us,” he says, and you immediately laugh. Thank goodness, he thinks, relieved to hear it.
“I-I think you’re right,” you say, sitting upright with a shake. “Ah, but Yuuji, I don’t think I’m really hungry for food anymore.”
“You’re not hungry for food?” he repeats, head tilted in confusion. “What else could you be hungry fo— oh.” Suddenly bashful, even in the aftermath, Yuuji ruffles his hair back into place from when you’d had it in a death grip, only to flush even more red.
“T-Then… let me at least go and turn off the stove…”
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