Beetober 2023 Day 27 - Carnival
Suguru is enjoying a relaxing evening on the couch when his peace and quiet is being rudely interrupted by Satoru marching into the room as if it’s his.
“You used the wrong door,” Suguru mildly says without looking away from the TV but of course Satoru is not derailed by that.
“Suguru! What are we doing?” he asks, flopping down on the couch, his long limbs immediately sprawled out in every direction which unfortunately means his legs end up on Suguru’s lap.
“I was enjoying a rare night off,” he pointedly says, but of course Satoru doesn’t pick up on the hint.
“If you’re free, let’s spend it together.”
Suguru sighs. This is exactly what he didn’t want to do. Every once in a while he needs a short break from Satoru, if only to reset his aching heart. He loves Satoru just a little bit too much to easily endure all the physical contact Satoru bestows him with and it always goes to his head just a little bit when Satoru’s entire focus is on him.
Just like it is right now. Satoru might still be wearing his glasses, but Suguru can tell that his eyes are fixed on him and he doubts it has much to do with Satoru’s innate technique.
“How about, and here me out here, we spend one evening alone. Just one. Just for tonight,” he tries and immediately knows it won’t have any effect.
“Why, you’ve got a date?” Satoru asks him as if Suguru could ever go out and look for anyone else when Satoru is right there and holding his entire being in the palm of his hand.
“No.”
“Then I don’t see the issue,” Satoru pouts and Suguru sighs.
“Of course you don’t,” he whispers and chides himself when his traitorous hand wraps around Satoru’s ankle, keeping his legs exactly where they are. “Fine, stay, then. But we’re watching what I want to, tonight,” Suguru says, louder this time and fights the urge to smother Satoru in kisses when he beams at him.
Suguru doesn’t even know why he even still tries, it’s not as if he can ever say no to Satoru anyway.
“Fine by me, as long as we do it together,” Satoru says as if watching TV alone would kill him. “What are we watching, though?” he then asks, squinting at the screen.
“Carnival in Brazil,” Suguru shortly gives back, unwilling to admit that he was mindlessly clicking through the programs, unable to settle on anything because not having Satoru there to trash talk any of these programs killed the entire point of watching TV in the first place for him.
Satoru’s ego is already big enough; he really doesn’t need to know that. And it’s way too close to a confession for Suguru’s comfort.
“Huh,” Satoru hums and wriggles himself deeper into the couch, clearly content to watch whatever. His legs stay in Suguru’s lap, though, and not only because Suguru still has his hand wrapped around them. Satoru doesn’t even try to move them and Suguru hates to admit just how much he likes that.
“What’s the big deal with that anyway?” Satoru mutters after five minutes. “It seems like such a pain.”
“It probably would be, for you,” Suguru agrees because the Six Eyes are straining enough as is on Satoru; a huge festival like that would probably make his head explode with pain in mere seconds. Or maybe his brain would melt with all the information he had to take in.
Either way, Suguru would be in no rush to drag him to something like that even though—
“You’re kind of missing out though,” he muses. “Maybe not on that particular one, but generally there are a lot of sweets being thrown around with things like that. You would have enjoyed that.”
“I’m not a kid, Suguru,” Satoru snaps back, so clearly he knows what Suguru is talking about and Suguru squeezes his ankle.
“Never said you were,” he shoots back. “Carnivals are for everyone. You could even still go as an adult without it being too weird.”
“How is that not weird?” Satoru mutters and Suguru shrugs.
“I think it involves more alcohol then.”
“Bah,” Satoru says with feeling and Suguru laughs.
It’s always kind of funny just how much Satoru hates alcohol, though it makes Suguru wonder if he ever tried the overly sweet cocktails. They seem right up Satoru’s alley, apart from the alcohol.
“Couldn’t even have gone as a kid,” Satoru goes on eventually. “Ignoring the fact that my family would have never let me go, I only started to eat sweets when I was no longer a kid.”
“You mean you were not born with a sweet in your mouth?” Suguru gasps in mock surprise and Satoru digs his heel into Suguru’s thigh.
“Rude.” Suguru squeezes Satoru’s ankle in turn. “Why did you start to eat your bodyweight in sweets anyway?”
“Cause my lessons bored me and I found that sugar helped with stimulating my brain.”
“But you were no longer a kid? So you started with nine, then?” Suguru deadpans because he knows how incredibly easy anything school related comes to Satoru.
And going by the way he sticks his tongue out at Suguru, he didn’t mature much since then. Maybe the sugar stunted his mental growth; it would explain a lot, Suguru muses.
“I was eight, actually,” Satoru admits then and even though Suguru wants to make a joke about that, the words die on his tongue.
He sometimes forgets what an incredibly lonely and fucked up childhood Satoru must have had and even though it hurts Suguru to hear about it, he always clings to these information. Satoru doesn’t often speak about his childhood.
“And already bored?”
“I think I was born bored,” Satoru quips and then shrugs. “Didn’t change until I got here.”
Now that is new information to Suguru because Satoru complains about being bored every other hour.
“How can you even say that when you whine my ear off about being bored out of your mind all the time?” Suguru asks and pokes Satoru’s thigh.
“Hey, hey, stop that,” Satoru gets out, trying to squirm away from Suguru but his hold on Satoru’s ankles is relentless and so there’s nowhere for him to go.
Suguru does take note of the fact that even now Satoru doesn’t activate Infinity, and his heart swells in his chest.
“It’s the truth, though,” Satoru pants out when Suguru finally stops assaulting him.
“What changed then? You still have lessons here and you’re still miles ahead of all of us. I mean, it’s good that you’re no longer bored, but how?” Suguru asks and then freezes when Satoru stares at him over the rim of his glasses.
“Because you’re here,” he says easily, as if it doesn’t cost him anything to say that, as if it doesn’t mean the world to Suguru. “I could never be bored with you around.”
Suguru’s mouth drops open, because it’s so close to what he truly wants to hear—so close in fact, that he thinks he might have a chance after all.
His mind is whirring and he hopes Satoru doesn’t notice how his hands sweat but by the time Suguru is in control over his mouth again, Satoru has already turned back to the TV.
Suguru sits in silence for a few more moments before he speaks again.
“If you’re no longer bored, and you only started to eat sweets to stave that off anyway, then why do we always have to go for something to eat after a mission?” he asks, because that is actually puzzling with everything else Satoru just revealed.
“What, I can’t crave a little bit of comfort after a mission? I did develop a sweet tooth, so even though I’m not dependant on sugar for entertainment, I crave it nonetheless.”
Something doesn’t add up here. Suguru frowns.
“But why always be so goddamn insistent? I know you have a stash of sweets in your room. You could just eat there.”
Satoru lets out a deep sigh.
“You really need me to spell it out for you, huh?” he then mutters and sits up, bringing his face close to Suguru’s.
“An explanation would be nice,” Suguru agrees faintly, though it’s hard to concentrate with Satoru this close to him.
“It’s because of you.”
“Huh?”
“You feel sick after missions, after swallowing curses. So we go out for something sweet to chase that feeling away.”
Suguru blinks at him.
He has never mentioned to anyone just how vile curses taste, how they rest heavy and disgusting in his stomach for days sometimes, how it makes it hard to eat something, anything. He also never mentioned to Satoru that it helps when they go out for something sweet immediately after a mission.
“How do you—“
“Please, Suguru, I know you. Of course I noticed.”
This makes three, Suguru faintly thinks; three times just in the last hour that Satoru has given him the feeling that maybe he’s not alone in this. And maybe it’s time for him to do something about it.
“But have you noticed this?” Suguru asks, and finally takes his hand away from Satoru’s leg, but only so he can take his glasses off. “I’m in love with you,” he simply says once Satoru’s piercing gaze is on him and even though there are butterflies in his stomach, he’s almost not nervous at all.
This is Satoru after all.
The way Satoru splutters at his words give Suguru his answer and it’s so Satoru to notice all these small things about Suguru and not notice the big metaphorical elephant in the room.
“Since when?” he finally wheezes out and Suguru smiles at him.
“Since always,” he easily says, because it certainly feels like it. He hardly can remember who he was before he loved Satoru.
“That’s just—how could I have not noticed that?”
“Good question,” Suguru gives back and then slightly tilts his head. “This doesn’t let me know if you feel the same, though,” he then says, even though he’s reasonably sure about Satoru’s feelings because the red colour in his face alone gives him away.
“Well, I basically just confessed twice to you, so take an educated guess,” Satoru huffs out but Suguru corrects him.
“Three times, actually.” He only elaborates when Satoru raises an eyebrow in question. “You didn’t turn on Infinity when I poked you.”
“Infinity is always on, you just don’t register for it,” Satoru informs him, as if Suguru could love him any more than he already does.
“Four times, now,” he whispers and leans in to brush their lips together. “I have some catching up to do.”
“You literally make my existence worth it, how much more do you want to catch up?” Satoru whines out, tangling his fingers in Suguru’s hair and pulling him in for a kiss again.
He doesn’t give Suguru a chance to say anything to his declaration and Suguru thinks that might be for the best because what does one even say to that?
So instead of finding words to express just how much he loves Satoru he vows to press his love into every inch of Satoru’s body and he’s going to get started right now. And with the way Satoru clings to him it doesn’t seem as if he has any complaints about that.
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I would just like to say how hard it hits me in the chest to see Charlie masking every time she's onscreen the day before the fight (including what we see on Vox's spy screens of course), except when no one is with her but Vaggie. Even during her emotional speech she tries so damn hard to keep that confidence up and smile on. But we do see her stop masking twice, when the only person watching her is Vaggie.
First:
No one's really paying attention to her, and she's not smiling; she's worried. When Vaggie approaches her, she doesn't put on a happy face. She talks about her mom with the same smile as in the first episode (during a very emotionally vulnerable moment with Vaggie, might I add). It's not happy or confident. It's nostalgic, wistful, and sad, because her mom's absence is something very personal and painful for her. When Vaggie asks if they're ready, Charlie doesn't instantly start to smile or answer with confidence even though she usually would (even within that short beat of time), because her mask is off. She's not confident or optimistic. She's scared. She's not ready.
Then Pentious comes out and she's all smiles again! The mask comes back on when someone other than Vaggie is there.
Second:
Of course, one of our favorite scenes. Charlie's alone when she breaks down, but when Vaggie shows up, she keeps the mask off. She admits how scared she is. When she does smile, it's not the big smile she's been throwing on throughout the day, and it's not strained either. It's soft, gentle, and real. She's not masking. Vaggie is genuinely making her feel better when she's finally letting herself fall apart, just by being there and reminding her that no matter what happens, she's already accomplished so much, and she's so loved.
Charlie is under a lot of stress and pressure. She's scared. She's not as optimistic as she's making herself out to be. She's giving everything she's got out there being a strong, confident, inspirational leader and friend in front of everyone, and it's only with Vaggie that she lets it go. She doesn't have to try to be strong. She doesn't pretend. She lets down her guard, because for her, Vaggie is that one infinitely special person who gets to see every part of her; the one person she can always be her honest self with.
There were plenty of times in other episodes when Charlie didn't mask her negative emotions around people, but that was when she didn't have anyone looking to her as a leader. She's running on adrenaline and the weight of people's expectations as Extermination Day gets closer, and she can't let the mask she's put on slip in public. She has to seem like she's totally ready for what's coming. But Vaggie is different.
The amount of trust and love Charlie has for her is staggering. She's under an insane amount of stress and pressure, and having Vaggie by her side is probably the only thing keeping her from completely falling to pieces. Seeing a relationship so full of deep trust and love is absolutely beautiful. <3
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There is lots of qsmp lore current unknowns/loose ends, but tonight I ended up thinking about the things that aren’t
So! this is a list of qsmp resolved lore plot points, answers & things we have learned :D
More than one island exists
Quesadilla island is in point nemo
There are multiple factions present on quesadilla island - federation, rebellion, capybaras
The duck is the federation manager
There are multiple different cucuruchos - cucurucho, osito, ourson, oscurucho(?)
Elquackity and q!Quackity are different people
The nether is capable of exploring, and the federation goes there. but the portal technology is not stabilized (pluto’s gate, also what walter bob & the rebellion said)
Federation workers have a hierarchy of ranks and different specializations
The federation ran tests/experiments on the eggs and also people
The federation did lots of hybrid experiments
There is more unnamed eggs out there (egg A1, hope egg)
There is more named eggs out there (sunny, empanada, pepito)
The resistance/rebellion faction has been doing hidden operations on quesadilla island, the codes and masked guy who gave sofia’s blueprints are a part of it
Many workers of the federation are secretly a part of the rebellion too (like walter bob)
The rebellion was who helped q!Bagi and q!Cellbit recover their memories of being twins who lived on quesadilla island before
Codes can shapeshift into eggs
Codes are able to go rogue and develop individuality (codeflippa)
Code infection is a thing
There is at least two abnormal unaffiliated entities that exist- oscurucho and the eye guy
The eye guy took over “egg island” and renamed it to purgatory, using it to make the islanders suffer. you can take a train there and also sail on a boat
The wheel spins & dice rolls were all related to purgatory and the eggs
Little eye cyclops creature species exists on egg island
Shadow virus infection is a thing
The effects of the happy pills/risus potion and how to create the antidote
q!Dan, q!Spreen & q!Max are canonically dead
Spirits can return on día de los muertos
q!Bad is a demon and grim reaper
Ron did not get eaten, he lives on beautiful real estate with a cat
Soul infection is a thing
q!Baghera is a hybrid created by the federation
q!Fit was sent to quesadilla island from 2b2t on a mission
q!Wilbur when he’s gone performs with q!Lovejoy off the island to collect funds for the federation
Mr. Mustard was alive just invisible
q!Cellbit was the worker murderer
q!Cellbit and f!Cell are still the same person
q!Jaiden worked with the cucuruchos before
q!Slime can canonically shapeshift bc he’s slime
q!Pol worked with the federation to produce videos in the past
Cucurucho has a house
those are just all the ones off the top of my head, feel free to add what you remember too ^^
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