According to the schedule, we're going after YouTube today.
For my USA people, here's when it starts:
8:00 AM PDT
9:00 AM MDT
10:00 AM CDT
11:00 AM EDT
The rest of the schedule and time zones can be found here:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1yrv-t5ulNjU3VFyUIoXSc4u4kOhDJpJgmSnwB3CaaJY/edit?usp=sharing
Here's the link to all of Valko's videos:
https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLFXx4Pb-fUcM&si=X8Tb7RsQIFunL0EL
Since Infold didn't delete them and simply unlisted them, they can still be viewed, liked, and commented on. I highly encourage going to their other videos as well. BOMBARD their notifications.
The boycott continues—DO NOT LOG IN! I know there's a long of fear-mongering going on. We need to impact their DAU metric. Doing so will not put global servers or the app itself in danger.
The CN girls are with us! Several people on X have posted their conversations with them on RedNote. There is a very vocal minority of extremists who want Valko gone. Don't listen to rumors saying that he will never return or that he will be deleted permanently. There is hope, I promise! CN sources say many CN fans are helping to clear Infold's name with the media, and there are meetings going on non-stop with the PR and legal teams.
As always, take care of yourselves. Don't stare at your screen all day. Eat, drink water, and rest. Sending all my love!
The big bad boss-man of Onychinus has watched you listlessly mope around the base for far too long. The twins and Mephisto can’t get you to play. You’re too sad to even submit to his clingy cuddles.
That simply won’t do. At least this new shipment of state of the art weaponry needs a test run.
He strides past your view all dressed up in his riding leathers and packing heat. It makes you sit up from your sad moping in a fluffy blanket with a little wolf plush.
You watch him stretch out his neck and tug leather gloves on like a little cat peering over the back of the couch.
“Sy… where you going?”
A swirl of his evol has his helmet settling in hand to tuck it under his arm while he puts on his sunglasses. He glances at you. It takes step strides for him to be in your space and pressing a kiss to your crown. Then he’s walking out the door, hand lazily waving.
“I’m getting your wolf back.”
You barely register his words before you’re scrambling around the base to get dressed too.
And that's the part that's making me lose my fucking mind.
We lost an entire section of the MAIN STORY.
The livestream literally told us Valko's release was going to reveal more about the Aethercore—one of the biggest mysteries in Love and Deepspace and something that's been central to the plot from the very beginning.
So now what?
You think they can just delete him and nothing changes?
Do people genuinely think you can rip out an entire story arc without consequences?
Everything that was supposed to be revealed through Valko now has to be rewritten, redistributed, or outright cut. The main story is going to have to be retconned. Future updates are going to have to be reworked. Characters may have to be rewritten just to fill the gap he leaves.
If you're celebrating this because you "won," I sincerely hope you understand what you've actually cheered for.
Art References in Jujutsu Kaisen s3 opening: The Kiss - Gustav Klimt // The Scream - Edvard Munch // Ophelia - John Everett Millais // Dead mother l - Egon Schiele // Two Sleeping Children - Peter Paul Rubens // Camille Monet and a Child in the Artist's Garden in Argenteuil - Claude Monet // The Three Judges - Honoré Victorin Daumier
the first hello kitty item enters ryomen sukuna’s apartment completely by accident—or so you claim. it’s a tiny ceramic hello kitty toothbrush holder you found on sale, pink bow and all, and you slip it onto the edge of his bathroom sink while brushing your teeth during a sleepover. you’re fully prepared for him to throw it out, throw you out, or threaten both.
instead, he walks in mid-yawn, sees the little ceramic head staring up at him, pauses… and just grunts. the next morning it’s still there, your toothbrush tucked neatly inside. you swear you see him adjust it so the face is perfectly centered.
then comes the second item: a small hello kitty hand soap you leave on the counter. he opens the bathroom door later holding it between two fingers like it’s toxic. “what the hell is this,” he demands. you tell him it’s cute. he gives you a look that could kill a lesser mortal. but he doesn’t throw it away. in fact… the bottle looks suspiciously lower every week.
after that, the floodgates open. you bring a hello kitty throw pillow for the couch. he glares at it. you leave for class. when you come back, the pillow is still there—not only untouched, but positioned neatly like he fixed it.
you bring a tiny hello kitty succulent pot. he says, “don’t put that thing in my space.” the next day, it’s been moved to the windowsill where it gets better sunlight.
you bring a hello kitty kitchen towel. he snatches it out of your hands—and hangs it himself. perfectly straight. aligned like he measured it with a ruler.
the best part? you catch him one morning, half-awake, drinking out of a plain black mug… while your new hello kitty mug sits washed, dried, and placed on the counter like he’s saving it for you. like it’s the designated your mug now. when you point it out, he denies it immediately, muttering something about “you’re the only idiot who’d drink out of that.”
but then you find the matching hello kitty coaster under it, and you didn’t buy that one.
self indulgent i love that damn white cat i'd spend my last dime on her
This Week On Dance Dads...
How do the JJK men act when they're the ones taking your daughter to dance class? Obviously, they're petty, dramatic, and rude, but that's what makes this fun :)
Gojo, Geto, Sukuna, Toji, and Nanami
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“Let’s get started,” the dance teacher began, gaining the attention of the small group of girls in the middle of the floor, and their fathers, who were standing along the edge of the room, pretending not to gossip, but were in fact gossiping. Stuck to the wall of mirrors were candid photos of the girls, placed meticulously in a pyramid shape, with each of them covered by a white piece of paper to create suspense as the instructor revealed the ranking from the previous week.
None of the fathers would admit it out loud to one another, but they were more interested in the placement of their daughters on the pyramid than the girls themselves. While most of the fathers didn’t know where to expect their child to fare on the pyramid, there was one father in particular who didn’t have to guess–usually.
Satoru’s daughter, more often than not, was placed at the top. She was sired to the strongest after all–was it any surprise that she’d be the best? Perhaps he took it more seriously than the others, but seeing his daughter at the top each Monday evening was actually the highlight of his week.
Unlike her father, Satoru’s daughter wasn’t conceited, so when she didn’t place at the top for the week, the little girl wasn’t too bummed. Satoru, however, was very bummed. And on his daughter’s behalf, he was also outraged. When her face was revealed at the bottom of the pyramid, Satoru very quickly interrupted the entire process.
“Woah, wait-” The poor instructor knew it was coming, as did the rest of the fathers, who all let out a sigh and turned to face Satoru with a look of annoyance. “That has to be a mistake, right?”
“No, Gojo, it’s not.”
His arms folded over his chest as he blinked, confused more than he was angry–baffled, bewildered, maybe even shell-shocked. “What’s the reason?”
“Well, if you hadn’t interrupted, we could get into why she was placed at the bottom.”
Scoffing, he motioned for her to continue. She eyed him sharply before turning back to the group of girls huddled on the floor in front of her. She addressed Gojo’s daughter with a tight-lipped smile. “You fumbled your pirouette during the group dance. Twice-”
“Um, excuse me,” Satoru interjected again. “How can you judge her pirouette when Sukuna’s kid screwed up the plié, which is the most basic ballet move-”
“She spins perfectly, thank you. Which is why she shouldn’t be on the bottom.” He looked back at the instructor. “I want a redo. Clearly, you weren’t thinking straight when you created the pyramid-”
“Satoru,” Suguru warned at his side, nudging at his shoulder. “You’re embarrassing your daughter, so why don’t you just calm down?”
“While you’re at it,” Nanami added from the other side of Gojo. “Maybe you can admit that it would be nice to let the other girls have a chance at the top of the pyramid.”
“Any dancer that doesn’t know how to nail a rond de jambe shouldn’t have a spot at the top anyway, so I don’t know why you’re talking, Nanami.” Satoru huffed and motioned for the instructor to continue, only she didn’t. Instead, she cocked a brow and pointed toward the door, clearly telling Gojo it was time for him to leave. “Oh, come on. You can’t kick me out-”
“Go wait in the observation box.” And when he still didn’t move, the woman snapped her finger and pointed more sharply. “Now, Gojo. Or I’m barring you from the pre-practice meetings.”
Well, Satoru definitely couldn’t have that, so he listened. Begrudgingly, of course, grumbling the entire way until the door slammed shut behind him. Upstairs, in the observation booth, Satoru caught Suguru’s mocking grin from the dancefloor below and flipped him off.
When the instructor finished announcing the pyramid, dubbing Toji’s daughter on the top, she moved on to handing out the dances for the coming week’s competition. Obviously, being at the top gained Toji’s daughter the first solo of the week, and the second solo went to Sukuna’s kid. That left a duet and the group dance open.
“Nanako and Mimiko, you two will dance together-”
Now, as much as he didn’t want to, Suguru felt the need to step forward. Of course, he did this more respectfully than his friend, but it annoyed the instructor all the same.
“You promised the twins last week that they’d have solos.”
“I promised them solos if they could show me that they deserved them,” the teacher countered, crossing her arms, daring him to question her, which Geto absolutely did.
“And you’re saying they don’t deserve them?”
“Correct. They were off beat last week. I told them that if their timing improves, they can have solos. That will extend to this week, too-”
“Oh, but that’s not what I remember. You promised them solos. No matter what.”
“Did I?”
Suguru forced a tight-lipped smile. “You did.”
The instructor met his smile with the same level of attitude. “Then I suppose this is me breaking my promise. The solo spots are filled-”
“Take Toji and Sukuna’s girls out, put mine in-”
At that, Toji scoffed, “Hey-”, while Sukuna grumbled, “What the hell?”
“That won’t be happening. Now, if you continue to hold up the meeting, you’ll be sent to the observation box with your friend.”
Like hell he’d be sent to time out. Suguru was a grown man.
“No, I’ll be staying. Thank you.”
It was only thirty seconds later that Suguru was, in fact, sent to the observation box to sit next to Satoru.
Below the box, the instructor gave her attention to the remaining fathers in the room after dismissing the girls to go stretch and warm up for practice.
“Toji, Sukuna,” she said, stepping up to them with a few articles of clothing in hand. The pink bundle of cloth went to Sukuna, and the green one went to Toji. “These solos require special costumes. Now, we make our own around here, so I hope you two are crafty. And if you aren’t, you'd better learn.”
Both of the men eyed the pieces of fabric.
“What am I supposed to do with this?” Sukuna asked, giving the item a once-over.
“Wait, why does he get that much fabric to work with. This here is barely anything,” Toji complained.
“Sukuna, you will be making a dress. Toji, you will be making a two-piece.” Before either of the men could interrupt her, she ushered two style books into their hands. “I’ve marked the pages of the costumes you’ll need to recreate. They’re intricate, so you two better get started.”
* * *
“The studio wonders why they keep losing so much money, and it’s because of that woman,” Sukuna spat, falling back onto the couch next to Suguru with the pink fabric in hand. “She’s seriously asking me to sew this shit together.”
Toji took his spot on the other side of Sukuna, staring down at the cloth with a glare. He flipped through the booklet she provided, coming to the page she marked. To his absolute dismay, the costume he was now forced to put together was covered in thousands of little sequins.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me-” He stood from the couch, making his way to the window and loudly knocking, getting the attention of the instructor. Toji pushed the open book to the window to show her. “I ain’t takin’ the time to glue all of this together! I have a job, you know! Have to work to afford the ridiculous tuition for this place!”
The woman cupped her ear, pretending like she couldn’t hear him, but everyone in the booth knew that wasn’t the case.
“Fucking bitch,” he huffed, taking his place beside Sukuna again. “She has no idea how quickly I could withdraw my kid. Like to see what she’d do without my money to waste on bullshit.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Suguru sighed, “A certain someone is keeping the place pretty well funded. I’m sure she wouldn’t even miss your payments with the way Nanami keeps donating under the table.”
"Mhm," Satoru hummed in agreement.
“What do you mean?” Sukuna asked, then redirected his attention to the dancefloor below when Suguru gestured toward it–or more specifically, gestured toward him. Nanami was down there, sitting on the sidelines, watching his daughter as she learned what seemed to be a new solo. “I thought she only gave out two solos this week-”
“Well, that was before Nanami paid her off. We just watched him slide her some money while you two were on your way up here.”
“No way he did that,” Toji snickered humorlessly. “I mean, I wouldn’t be surprised seeing Gojo stooping to bribery, but Nanami?”
“Hey, I don’t need to pay anyone off to get my kid a solo. She’s good enough on her own.” He was quiet for a moment, but then added, “But in full transparency, I do pay for extra dance lessons on the weekend.”
“What?”
“Seriously?”
“Why?”
Gojo rolled his eyes at their questions. “Well, I want my daughter to succeed, and to do that, she needs to practice-”
“That’s not fair at all,” Sukuna rasped, but not finding it surprising in the least. “You know, I’m sure the rest of the kids would like extra practice time for their dances, too.”
“And if they do, they should ask their dads to pay for extra dance lessons.” Satoru shrugged as if the answer were that simple.
“No one can afford extra lessons on top of the tuition. Except for Nanami, apparently,” Suguru said, shifting back into the couch.
“Sounds like a personal problem. Maybe get a job?”
From the other end of the couch, Gojo heard Toji scoff, “You don’t even work. You’re a trust fund baby.”
“Okay, and maybe if you didn’t piss away all of your money on the slot machines-”
“Alright,” Suguru cut in, not interested in listening to anyone argue with Satoru, because it was really an endless game. He’d never let you get in the last word. “Let’s just collectively agree that what Nanami is doing is the worst. I mean… I wonder if the studio is even documenting the donations, or if she’s taking the money for herself.”
“Wouldn’t be surprised,” Sukuna huffed, bringing his focus to threading the needle the instructor had so graciously lent to him.
“We should just find a different studio to take the girls to,” Satoru suggested.
While Suguru and Sukuna hummed over the idea with interest, Toji disagreed. “Nah. Definitely don’t wanna be labeled as a studio hopper. That’s embarrassing for the kids.”
Satoru mulled over his options again before offering, “Okay, what if we frame the teacher for embezzling money or something?”
“Who will teach the girls then?” Suguru countered, bringing all of them to agree that framing the woman wouldn’t be a good idea.
“What are we gonna do then?”
That question brought Sukuna to the following suggestion: “We could just keep sitting here and complain.”
Satoru clicked his tongue. “You know, that’s not a bad idea.”
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