#and if the other person is the one instigating it then you need to separate yourself from them

[yellowsubiesdance]

today, my castmate elbowed the shit out of my skull literally right as we were about to go on, and i’m still annoyed

[inuyashaluver]

hiii!!! could you write something for Sydney lohmann please :)

friendly - sydney lohmann

sydney lohmann x reader

description: in which your teammates insist your best friend is in love with you and you deny it consistently, she’s just being friendly..right?

warnings: german in bold italics, swearing, longish

a/n: its syd!! thank you so much for the request lovely, enjoy!! ❤️

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you and your best friend, sydney can’t remember a time where you weren’t together. it was an endless cycle of being inseparable throughout every point in your lives. even your families were entangled, becoming close when you and sydney were both in the german youth teams.

the two of you gravitated towards each other and just stuck, a magnetic force keeping you both together throughout the years, following each other everywhere.

it was always you and sydney and everyone knew it. there was a certain sense of simplicity and familiarity when people saw you and sydney goofing off together.

it was not only a sense of comfort for you and your best friend but everyone around you as well. the two of you being so happy around each other radiated in waves to your teammates and was considered a necessity for everyone.

you and sydney knew anything and everything about one another, knowing more about the other person more than you knew yourselves. that’s why it was so shocking that the two of you didn’t notice the mutual attraction for each other.

it was obvious to anyone with a pulse that you were in love, it’s been like that ever since you were both 15, hopelessly in love and hopelessly clueless.

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it was bad enough at bayern when everyone had to watch you pine over each other but it was even worse during national team camps. you two were insufferable and your teammates have been dealing with it for years.

when you both arrived to camp together, there were numerous hopeful and expectant looks when you come in with sydney, walking in with her arm around your shoulder, only to falter when they realised you weren’t together yet.

sydney has always been affectionate with you but you just thought it was friendly, she was affectionate with everyone so there was no point getting your hopes up for it.

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you were currently in your cubby lacing up your boots, the first training session of camp was about to begin.

“bärchen! (little bear)” sydney calls out from her cubby where she’s laughing along with laura. she waves you over with a bright smile and you smile up at her before walking the short distance over to where the two girls were.

as soon as you were in front of them, sydney wordlessly passed you a protein shake and your water bottle filled with cold water.

“aw, syd! thank you” you stare down at the drinks with a smile, it was your usual pre-training necessities and she got it ready for you without a second thought.

you gave her a quick kiss on the top of her head while she sits in her cubby and she giggles at your contact. when you separate from her, she winks at you quickly before looking at a grimacing laura.

“why don’t you do that for me? the favouritism is crazy” she scoffs, you giggle at laura and sydney immediately defends herself,

“bärchen (little bear) was busy so i did it for her, you’re lazy and you can do it yourself, simple” she shrugs, laura lets out a laugh, “mhm lacing up some boots really is time constricting” laura smirks, your cheeks go slightly pink when laura bumps her hip with yours.

you smile nervously, thanking sydney again before going back to your own cubby. sydney watches you yearningly as you walk away, laura (sydney’s number one instigator) snickers when they make eye contact again, getting a hard punch to the arm from sydney in response when the teasing starts.

“you need to make a move” laura grins at the blonde, sydney shakes her head, “she doesn’t want that” sydney glances at you quickly before her gaze settles on laura again.

“i think she wants nothing more” laura shrugs, clapping her friend on the shoulder, “it’s mutual, i’ve been telling you that for years” laura grins,

sydney exhales loudly, throwing her head back with her eyes closed in frustration. she refuses to believe it, she loved you and you didn’t, and she was okay with that. she would do anything for you, even if it meant being in love from a distance.

when you make it back to your cubby, lena (your number one instigator) looks at you with a muffled laugh and you glare at her warningly, “don’t, she’s just being nice” you say lowly, only for lena to hold her hands up in defence “i didn’t say anything” she laughs, you shake your head with a sigh and look down, “you didn’t have to” you mumble.

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you and sydney pair up for drills as usual, giggling and whispering with each other about little inside jokes and other random topics.

the team gets instructed to do a mini game and you and sydney unfortunately get separated into different teams.

though, you both play in midfield so you really would be together most of the time regardless.

sydney would make an effort to hold you by your hips as she marked you, she just can’t help it. her hands made you burn from the contact but it was luckily disguised by the intensity of the game.

lena goes down for a slight tweak in her ankle and the medics asses her as you all stand around and wait. you huff out in frustration and fan yourself, feeling warmer than usual, partly from a certain blonde.

sydney stands next to you and nudges you with her shoulder, looking at you with a smile. “all good?” she whispers, you nod and look back at her, “just a little warm” you smile, sydney nods along with your words and rushes off to get your water bottle, coming back and placing it up to your mouth to drink before you take over to hold it.

you look at her appreciatively and she squeezes your shoulder in response, moving to stand behind you which made you extremely nervous.

she gently blows on the back of your neck while she fans you with her hands but it only made you more warm. lena gets up and you separate, running to put your bottle back and getting a little laugh from lena when you run passed, you flip her off before running back to your position.

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you all have dinner at the hotel you’re staying at and you of course sit right beside sydney, being dragged by the girl without a second option. you both ate and conversed with the others, happy to be catching up with some of the girls you haven’t seen in a while.

every time you laughed, sydney would look at you with an affectionate smile, looking away before you could catch her.

everyone else caught it though, sending her teasing grins that she chose to ignore. sydney would move closer to you every couple of seconds, your thighs pressed up against each other as you ate and chatted.

sydney would occasionally take some food off your plate just to make you giggle, smiling when you would hold her back as her fork would try to stab something.

“you have your own!” you laugh, pushing her shoulder with your own, “you’re so mean to me, denying me of food! people die of starvation, you know?” she giggles when you roll your eyes, stabbing some of the food with your fork and holding it up to her mouth.

she smiles surprised with a slight twinge of pink in her cheeks, accepting the bite with a sheepish expression.

you both continue to chat with the others until you look up at sydney, noticing she’s not really engaging with the others, but she’s already looking at you, your breath caught in the back of your throat under her gaze, your proximity making your heart beat of your chest.

her eyes are lingering on your mouth for a second before her thumb brushes the corner of your mouth, casually bringing it up to her mouth to get rid of the remnants of food.

you freeze. there’s nothing else to say, you’re completely frozen. how could she do that so casually and expect you not to fall in love with her?

the silence around the table is deafening and sydney seems to realise what she’s just done. she looks at you with wide eyes, swallowing the lump in her throat.

“sorry, you had something there” she uses her pinky to point at the corner of her mouth, looking at you nervously for your reaction, her body feels like it’s on fire.

“okay,” you breathe out. you both look back around the table but everyone looks just as shocked as you are, you can feel sydney tense against your thigh and you don’t know how you did it but you started a conversation again for her sake, the table following suit.

your mind is hazy full of sydney, nothing else. sydney next to you is absolutely freaking out, unable to eat anymore, internally cursing herself for making her feelings so obvious.

you get up from the table after dinner and are immediately pulled away by feli and lena, “what the fuck was that?” lena whisper shouts in your ear, the two girls pulling you away from sydney. though you notice in your peripheral, sydney is under her own interrogation from laura.

“she’s just being friendly, oberdorf, i had something on my face” you grumble, feli laughs along with lena, “you’re so stupid, it’s cute” feli teases, pinching your cheek before you push her off.

“both of you, stop, she’s my best friend” you say shakily, the two girls look at you with sympathetic grins.

“so is laura” lena says simply, “she wouldn’t do that for laura” she adds, squeezing your shoulder before walking off with feli.

you’re left alone with your thoughts as you walk back to your hotel room, funnily enough, you guys got separate rooms this time, leaving you alone for the first time in a while. you’ve lived with sydney for a large portion of your life and haven’t really been separated like this.

all you could think about was sydney lohmann, the girl having an effect on you she couldn’t even imagine. unaware that you had her wrapped around your finger. so much so, at 11:30 that night, she knocks on your door nervously.

you open your door already knowing who was on the other side, a bundled up sydney grinning shyly at you from the other side.

“hi” she smiles, you grin at her and grab her hand, tugging her inside gently. when she gets inside, you don’t let go of her hand and it makes sydney smile.

“i can’t sleep alone” sydney utters, you nod and give her hand a gentle squeeze. “me too” you admit. in your shared house, the two of you have separate rooms but there was a sense of relief knowing the other was in a room just down the hall.

“come on then” you say gently, letting go of her hand to sit in your bed, tapping the side of you invitingly. sydney smiles softly, trudging over to you and flopping on the bed with a happy sigh.

you lie next to her perched up on her elbow to look at her, she follows in suit and copies your position.

sydney could tell your mind was racing and hers was too, but she cares about you more than anywhere so she ignores her own thoughts and focuses on you.

“are you okay, bärchen? (little bear)” sydney whispers, moving slightly closer to you. “mhm” you hum, your eyes trailing over sydney’s features.

she sits up slightly and cradles your face with her hand, the thumb brushing back and forth over the apple of your cheek. “(y/n)” she says sternly, contrasting her sweet actions. she knew you were bullshiting.

you breathe shakily and hold her hand on your face before moving to sit up, holding her hand instead. she follows you and sits up as well, watching as you move to sit in front of her with a nervous expression.

“hey” she calls out, dipping her head to make eye contact when you drop it, “it’s me, don’t be nervous” she says softly, taking your free hand so she could hold both of them now.

“sydney” you swallow, she nods, moving closer so your knees are brushing together, “i’m in with love you” your eyes are glossy and your breathing quickens. “i’m in love with you too” sydney says confidently without missing a beat, her own eyes glistening with tears.

you both look at each other, taking everything in. your long time best friend returned your feelings. you both giggle and sydney rushes forward to pull you into a hug. you move to sit in her lap with your arms around her neck, she tucks her face into the crook of your neck as she holds you tightly around your waist.

it’s such a sweet embrace, it makes you both feel sick. it just doesn’t feel real. you move back to look at her with a bright smile, moving the stray hairs on her face as you look into her eyes.

her eyes flicker between your eyes before falling to your lips and you grin at her, moving forward to press a quick kiss to her lips.

she instantly chases you to close the gap when you pull away, kissing you sweetly and pulling you close. you grin into her mouth and kiss her back, mouths moving together gently, better than both of you imagined.

she pulls away and you rest your forehead on hers, both of you smiling uncontrollably in the embrace.

“i’ve loved you ever since i met you” sydney whispers, you kiss her cheek affectionately and smile, “me too” sydney pulls you into another kiss that leaves you absolutely breathless, asking you to be her girlfriend a couple seconds later making you feel like you had a heart attack. both of you slept easily that night, holding each other feeling more like a dream than reality.

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sydney wakes up first for training, smiling brightly seeing you cuddling into her. you move to lay on top of her chest and snuggle into her and sydney can’t help but take a photo of you and setting it as her wallpaper. her heart soars when you wake up a few minutes later, smiling tiredly at her before burying your face into her neck.

“good morning, meine freundin (my girlfriend)” she says cheekily, smiling as she feels you grin into the skin of her neck. you move up to face her and smile,

“morning, meine freundin (my girlfriend)” you cheese out, moving down to place a quick kiss to her lips before she drags you out of bed, kissing you goodbye so she could change in her room.

she comes back 10 minutes later and as soon as you opened the door, she smiles brightly before pulling you into a passionate kiss. she squeezes your hips after she clumsily closes the door and pulls away with a satisfied smirk.

“i missed you” she smiles softly, you shake your head amusingly, “you just left” you laugh, “don’t care” she quips, kissing you again before you went to training.

when you both walk into the change room hand in hand, cheers are echoing in the room and sydney holds you hand up with a triumphant smile. both of you getting pulled into a group hug.

“finally” lena screams, pulling you into a tight hug while jumping around. sydney giggles at both of you before dragging you off to your cubby. and again, sydney went and made your protein shake and filled up your water, and you can finally kiss her thank you the way you wanted.

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you know the drill, just pretend it’s you! mwah x

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sydneylohmann: why get ice cream when you can share your girlfriend’s?

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yourname: you’re such a liar! you said you didn’t want any and then stole it

↳ sydneylohmann: sharing is caring, baby

↳ yourname: lying isn’t caring

↳ sydneylohmann: i love youuuu

↳ yourname: yeah yeah i love you too

laurafreigang: i’m so sick of both of you

↳ lena_oberdorf: oh god tell me about it

↳ sydneylohmann: haters! haters! haters!

↳ yourname: haters! haters! haters!

↳ laurafreigang: just proving my point

[lightlycareless]

I’m sorry if this is a weird question. It’s totally cool if you just delete this if it is but when faced with another guy bothering Y/N, would he be the type to punch a guy out, intimidate them, or talk out of it(y’know that suave way of staking claim so to speak) :3

Hello anon!!!

Ah yes, the ask I thought I hallucinated by some strange reason 🤣 like, I believed I already posted the answer to this but I didn't???

Either way, this gave me the perfect opportunity to do a bit of angst :) a little "Naoya and Y/N realize being together isn't all rainbows"

warnings: highschool au, kind of. slight mentions of violence. you really worry for naoya. he has yet a lot to learn about being a good boyfriend. it's the early stages of the relationship.

Enjoy!

Honestly, this moment… is something everyone around you awaited.

I mean, Naoya is brash, stubborn, rude, selfish, nobody gets along with him, doesn't have that many friends, so on and so forth.

Thus, it was only natural that he'd eventually rub someone the wrong way…

Or be rubbed the wrong way.

Your boyfriend, as stated, was a threat by himself, but when you were added into the mix, it's like all his foul traits doubled. Not to you, of course not, never to the only other person he considered worthy of him.

But towards those foolish enough to think they still had a chance with you after making his claim. To defy the heir of the Zen'in is to have a death wish—wasn’t that common knowledge by now?!

Yet, to those ignorant of this fact, he is nothing but patient enough to remind.

“—Naoya!”

It happened all so quickly. One moment you were being pestered by a faceless student, insisting you’d leave your boyfriend for someone better, a bit more grounded, implying himself to be that person…

And the other, you were crying, heart thundering and hands trembling as the horrifying sight of Naoya beating that same guy unfolded before you.

The fight did not go without retaliation of course, your instigator never intending to take your boyfriend’s punches without retaliation, which lead you to shriek when a particular sharp blow landed against Naoya’s left side of his face, prompting you to run to their side and do all in your power to separate them—

To no avail.

“Stop it, Naoya!” You cried, helplessly trying to get them away from one another; but you never could compare to his strength. Less when he was determined to continue so. “Please! St—stop! You're— you're going to— you’re going to kill him!”

“What is going on??” Nanami exclaims. It wasn't his intention to get near the commotion, always one to avoid trouble whenever possible, but upon hearing your frightened voice, he ran as fast as possible to your aid. “Y/N!”

“Ken—Kento—! You— You have to stop them!” You wailed, frantically tugging at this arm and evoking a sense of urgency. “They're going to—they’re going to kill each other if you don’t!”

The ones that ultimately manage to separate the two are Suguru and Satoru, just before the teachers stepped in, but not enough to prevent them from being reprimanded by them, taking them to the principal’s office to discuss their rightful punishment—regardless of who provoked who.

“After my family sues you, you're fucking dead!”

“Ha! Do you not know who I am?! I'd like to see you try!” Naoya guffaws.

“Stop it already!” Yaga exclaimed “You're already knees deep in trouble, the last thing you both need is to be expelled!”

Ultimately, the threat of being away from you is enough to keep Naoya willing. One would think that he'd worry more about his family and the issue this small disturbance would bring, but truth is that he's gotten out of worse predicaments: him getting into an altercation with a nobody is not something that would prevent the elders, or him, from sleeping.

Though your prolonged silence, the cold judgment imposed by your piercing eyes, and the subtle annoyance displayed in your touch would; feeling tiny for the first time in his life before you, even when you were so attentively tending to his wounds once dismissed.

“Why are you so quiet, princess? Don’t tell me I scared ya’?” Naoya begins, cutting through the awkward silence settling between the two with a teasing tone he hopes would make light of the situation—make you forget of the blood curling screams you let out when he was entangled with that irrelevant kid who’d more likely disappear tomorrow, and move on…

But oh, how wrong he’d be to choose that path. Make fun of your poor heart.

“What? Thought I wouldn’t win? You know me better than—”

“Is this what it is to you? A joke?” You sternly state, stopping tending his wounds and subsequently quieting Naoya up.

“A joke?” Naoya repeats. “A joke would be him thinking he could win against—"

“Seriously, Naoya?! Is that all you have to say?!” You cry, beginning to crack. “Why must you always take it a competitive thing??”

“Ah, so what was I supposed to do? Let him beat me??” Naoya countered.

“There you go again, taking my words out of context! I didn’t even say that!” you whined.

“Well, it’s not like you’ve given me much to work on, princess.” He scowls. “Why are you even so angry? If anything, I should be the one upset because I got hurt for you, and this is the thanks I get!”

“Oh, so it’s my fault now?!” you gasp, offended as tears began to form in the corners of your eyes. “Was I the one that wanted this—this fight to happen? Did I tell you I wanted to see you get hurt?!”

“It’s kind of expected, don’t you think?” He states, making your eyes go wide. “We’re sorcerers, we’re bound to get hurt—if you didn’t want that then maybe you should’ve considered a different career—

Or a different boyfriend.”

“Is that—is that what you’re going to go with?” you firmly ask, as if giving him one last time to reconsider his words…

Which he did after you set aside the first aid kit, standing up with all intentions of leaving the room that he realized how gravely he’d messed up, quicky to grab your arm and pull you back to him; and though the wounds of his fight made it hurt, more so since you struggled against him, he did not relent.

“Wait, Y/N, please—That came out wrong, I didn’t mean—”

“And what did you mean, Naoya?” you say, with a trembling voice that made his heart sting even more. He’s just gotten out of one altercation to walk right into another one—how delightful. “If it isn’t to mock me for worrying?!”

“No, I wasn’t.” Naoya says, tightening his hold on you, as much as he could anyways. He just… he just didn’t want you to leave, not like this. Not when he needed you the most. “I would never!”

You don’t respond, there wasn’t much to say when his words didn’t match his actions.

“…I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“But you did.” You responded, and now he was able to hear the tears that had begun to slide down your cheeks. “You… you got into that awful fight instead of letting him go and almost got yourself expelled—no, worse! Killed!”

“But it didn’t happen, you know? You… you called for help, and we stopped!”

“Because you wouldn’t listen!” You wept, turning around and taking a good look at his face. Naoya wishes you hadn’t, however, because seeing you cry just broke his heart into a million pieces. “Neither of you!”

“Y/N—”

“You were like… like an animal out there.” You added. “Nothing seemed to snap you out of trance, and I—I got so scared—!”

“I didn’t mean to scare you either.”

“Does it even matter? You said so yourself, this is what sorcerers are supposed to do.”

“No, you know what I meant—”

“No. I don’t. I really don’t know what you meant.”

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“I did this to protect you.” Naoya quietly adds. “I just… got so angry seeing you being bothered by that idiot, that I… I needed to do something. I needed to get him away from you!”

“…Why can’t you understand this isn’t what I wanted?” You sniffle. “I didn’t want you to get hurt, no matter the reason why.”

“I know, I know you didn’t—”

“Then… why did you do it? What made you so angry, enough to beat him up and risk your career?”

The thought of being undeserving of you. Naoya concluded. Because his words had unwittingly struck a nerve, a thought he’s tried his hardest to push deep within the confines of his mind, but until he makes amends with himself, he’ll never be able to escape that fear.

The notion that perhaps there is someone better out there for you… and that person isn’t himself.

And after the way he’s made you cry, such bitter tears… perhaps that was the truth.

“I’ll leave you alone, if that’s what you want.” Naoya quietly concludes, making your eyes widen once more. “So I will never hurt you again.”

“Naoya, that’s—that’s not what I want!” you gasp, heart clenching at the prospect of him leaving you. “Not at all!”

“What good of a boyfriend could I be if I all I do ends up hurting you?”

“And you think that leaving me wouldn’t do just that??” you fret. “That living a life without you won’t make me miserable?!”

“It seems I already do…”

“N—No! I don’t—I don’t want that! I—I can’t allow it!” you sob, immediately wrapping your arms around him. “I just got you… I don’t want to lo—lose you…!”

Now with tears in his eyes, Naoya tightly embraces you, pulling you as close as possible as he reassures your fears away.

“Princess…” Naoya breathes, cupping your face and making you look to him. “It’ll take a whole lot for me to ever leave you. Probably the end of the world—but you’ll never lose me, ever.”

“You don’t—you don’t know how awful it felt to not be able to do anything!” you confess. “I… I tried to get him off you but I—I couldn’t do it—I couldn’t protect you!”

“No, no, Y/N—That’s my job. I’m supposed to protect you, not the other way around.”

“But you—what about you? What if you need me? What am I supposed to do?”

“Leave all the heavy lifting to me, and you…” Naoya smiles, intertwining his hands with yours. “You can patch me up after, eh? Heal me up.”

“Nao—Naoya.” You sniffle, lips trembling as tears continued to flood your face. “Promise me you—promise me you’ll always be careful… please.”

“I promise.” He says, taking your hands to his lips and gently kissing your knuckles. “Though I doubt someone as talented as me might need to make such promises—it’s a given.”

“Don’t be silly…” you murmur, he chuckles. “As long as you’re a sorcerer, I’ll always worry…”

“Good thing I have my mochi to take care of me, hm? Have me in her thoughts while I’m away.” Naoya smiles.

“You better not come back too roughed up, then. Or I—Or I won’t be able to help much…”

“Not that I need much, your kisses are sufficient enough to make me feel much—ah, shit, princess?!” Naoya gasps, startled by the stinging sensation of the alcohol-soaked cotton pressed against his skin. “Should’ve given me a warning, at least!”

“I thought you only needed my kisses?” You gently tease, he frowns. “Sorry, I just needed to clean you up before you do anything else, you started bleeding again.”

“…Fine, I guess.” Naoya pouts, hissing whenever feeling the alcohol against his wounds.

“What will happen with… him, by the way?”

“I don’t know, he’s getting expelled I guess.” Naoya shrugs. “I’ll make it happen if not.”

“Naoya…”

“What? He was bothering you—think I’m going to let that slide? No one annoys my princess outside of me.”

“… Thank you, for protecting me, really.” You eventually murmur, putting away everything once done. You then lean forward, placing a chaste kiss over his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too, little mochi.” Naoya smiles, kissing you once more. “My sweet damsel in distress, are you going to nurse me until I’m all better?”

“Don’t call me that—and do I have another choice?”

He snickers. “I guess not, but you wouldn’t want it any other way, would you?”

You smile.

“No, I guess not.”

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“I wouldn’t mind if you dressed up as a nurse too, you know? Heard it helps for a faster recovery.”

“Don’t push it…

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here, at least.”

Naoya smirks. Maybe he should get a bit roughed up once in a while.

Yes he'd beat up someone for you, naturally. let's not forget his go-to solution in grave situations is killing someone lol.

Anyways, I hope you liked this little something!! It's kind of refreshing to write the Naoya that has yet to learn how to approach you; like, I know I tend to write him perfect in certain aspects, but he was once a... brat, I guess haha. He doesn't know how to treat people, less the one he loves! We're bound to see more of this flawed Naoya very early in the relationship and I LOVE IT hehehe. I wonder what other stumbles I can write...?

Now, take care and hope to see you soon!!

[kenananamin]

Nanami watching a reality show

a very short list of hcs about nanami kento watching a reality show bc i was watching jersey shore, the hills, and sister wives and wondered what he would think about those shows and reality shows in general lol enjoy!

always avoided watching them bc gojo gave him enough drama and he did not want more

passes you the control and tells you to put whatever you'd like since he was gonna finish his report and read his newspaper for a bit

you put on a reality show, and he doesn't do it but he feels like groaning just from hearing the cast speak

he's a quarter of the way in one section of the newspaper when he hears some of the juiciest comebacks he has ever heard in his life

he doesn't lift his head the whole way but he watches the tv for a bit under his eyebrows

the thing is, nanami is a lowkey chismoso aka nosy

he skims through the rest of the newspaper and closes it and leans back w you to watch. you ask if he wants to change it and get ready to pass him the remote but he stops you and says to keep watching it bc he's getting up in a bit to make lunch anyways

does not get up to make lunch, y'all end up ordering in and nanami asks who each person is 10 times before finally (kinda) remembering names and understanding the dynamics

he'll shake his head and quietly mumble, "damn, that so messy" or "why would anyone in their right mind do that?"

is very shocked at half the things they do or say, but tries to hold in his laughter when someone says something ridiculous

quickly has nicknames for the cast and has his favorites

strongly dislikes the instigator and sits on the edge of the couch when someone stands up to them... but also looks forward to what the instigator does next

watches 90 day fiancé w you and grunts about the episode length but quietly watches... and enjoys

watches 90 day fiancé the other way and enjoys the way americans complain

can only watch a bit everyday and compares reality shows to medication, can only do so much at a time

will later ask which shows you've watched and looks them up when he's alone

will give you updates on the casts after looking them up on social media. "did you know she got married? i think they'll cover that in the next season?"

takes mental notes of contradictions and reminds you of these contradictions during the reunions

feels himself getting irrationally upset at some of these people and has to remind himself it might be scripted

will eventually ask if you'd like to watch a more wholesome reality show to balance out the dramatic ones

later falls into the hole of survival shows

gets a bit sulky if you watch the shows without him

hates to admit that he wants to get back home and watch one of these shows

quietly asks if you'd like to have a weekly reality show day w him where you can relax all day (or most of it at least) and have snacks, order in and just watch watch and comment on these shows

these end up being one of his favorite moments of the week w you, snuggling and enjoying brain rotting television

extras about certain shows:

prays that angelina is removed from the shore house, that sammi and ron separate for their own good, and mike gets the help he needs (is happy when it all happens except for when angelina comes back in the family vacation spin-off)

lowkey wants to rewatch the hills after the ending leaves him wondering how scripted the entire show was (you go back to explain the drama behind that and how it was mtv poking fun at it all)

has given up on trying to learn the names of the kids in sister wives. knows their faces, not their names. feels like he has personal beef with kody. wants to catch up on all recent drama.

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

Love Language Headcanons

Leo:

(Giving) Words of affirmation. Lighthearted teasing and banter, encouraging and congratulating his brothers whenever they excel, being a listening ear if they need to vent about something, offering consolation or advice, etc.

(Receiving) Quality time. He appreciates being explicitly invited/included in whatever they're doing. Better still if it's a one-on-one bonding thing. On the rare occasion someone goes out of their way to join him for mediation, he's so much more at peace.

Raph:

(Giving and receiving) Physical touch. All the things. Friendly sparring, noogies, elbow nudges, high-fives, a hand on the shoulder or a pat on the shell, a squeeze to the back of their neck before pulling them into a forehead bump or a hug. He's usually the instigator so the times they initiate it are special. If he's ever used as a pillow he'll stay still for them until all his limbs have fallen asleep and pretend to be annoyed about it later.

An honorable mention goes to giving gifts, once he gets into knitting and ends up making things for them.

Don:

(Giving) Acts of service. Upgrading/repairing things for them, doing whatever he can to make their lives easier and happier. Brewing the tea or coffee, doing dishes, picking up slack on the chores, washing their masks, ensuring their rides are topped off on gas.

(Receiving) Quality time. He's content if they're just sitting near each other while they do their thing and he does his but if they want to hear about his projects, join him during his act-of-service cleanup or call to chat while separated on patrol, it means a lot.

Mikey:

(Giving) Gifts. Friendship bracelets when they were kids, surprising them with their favorite snack or treat, a custom comic sketch starring them, a personalized playlist, a dollar or cool rock he found on patrol. If it makes him think of them, anything goes.

(Receiving) Words of affirmation. Seeing them struggle to say his jokes aren't funny while holding back a laugh, appreciation of a good one-liner. A thank-you for the gifts he gives, preening under praise, getting acknowledgment when he makes a good point.

[pagesfromthevoid]

Glitch | k.h. | 5

Kakashi Hatake x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warning: Tooth rotting fluff. Student's POV.

Author's Note: This is cute as fuck. Also, I'm a sucker for the team's sneaking around spying on their teachers.

Talk to Me! | Series Masterlist | AO3

One Month Following Their Decision...

“I think she and Kakashi-sensei are dating,” Sori announced one day, a month or so after their teacher and her “friend” started spending more time together than usual.

Ayato rolled her eyes as she rewrapped her hands. “Sori, there’s no way they’re dating. You’ve heard her complain about Genma asking her out all the time. She doesn’t have time.”

Tashiro nodded in agreement, whittling away at a stick he was sharpening. But Sori shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest like a child. “Kakashi-sensei is always hanging out with us now though! Why else would he do that if they aren’t dating?”

“Maybe because two of his team members left the village and the other is training with the hokage?” Tashiro offered as an explanation, not looking up from his task at hand. “I bet Kakashi’s bored and she feels bad for him.”

“You really think she pities the Copy Ninja?” Sori questioned, brow raised. Both ninjas shrugged indifferently, returning to their tasks. Sory huffed in frustration, throwing his hands in the air. 

“If you really think they’re dating, then go follow her around,” Tashiro suggested, though he had a sly grin on his face. Ayato elbowed him, giving him a pointed and knowing look: he was trying to instigate. He was always trying to instigate. 

And Sori always fell for it. 

“That’s a genius idea, Tashi!” He exclaimed excitedly, pointing at his teammate. “We can practice our reconnaissance skills –sensei is always complaining about how bad we are at being stealthy. She can’t be mad if we’re practicing.”

“Sori, that’s a terrible idea,” Ayato argued, shaking her head. “She’ll be mad because we’re prying into her personal life –and have you met Kakashi-sensei? He’s like the epitome of private! We don’t even know what he looks like!”

“Do you think she’s seen his face?” Tashiro inquired, and Ayato glared at him.

“Stop it, Tashi.”

“It’s a fair question, I think,” Tashiro countered, finally looking up at them. “I’m in.”

“C’mon, Ayato! It’ll be fun. And you know you’re curious.”

Their conversation continued in the secluded corner of the training grounds, hidden from the prying eyes and ears of the village. The trio of young ninjas had developed a close bond during their time as Kakashi's students, and now, with their beloved sensei's behavior piquing their curiosity, they couldn't resist the urge to investigate further. Sori's excitement was palpable, and Tashiro's mischievous grin only grew wider. 

Ayato sighed in resignation, realizing that there was no stopping their impulsive plan now. With a resigned shake of her head, she agreed, "Fine, but we need a plan. And if we get caught, you better have a good excuse."

Tashiro eagerly leaned in, taking charge of the planning. "We'll split up, each of us tailing one of them separately. We won't get too close, just enough to observe. If anything seems...intimate, we back off. Agreed?"

Sori and Ayato nodded reluctantly, recognizing the importance of discretion in this mission. The prospect of seeing Kakashi-sensei's face was an added incentive, but the risk of being caught and reprimanded by their sensei was enough to be worried. She was scary when she was mad; more so when she was mad at them.

The next day, they put their plan into action, keeping a careful eye on their two teachers. Sori followed Kakashi as he made his way through the village, feeling the weight of responsibility mixed with the thrill of espionage. Ayato and Tashiro took positions to follow her, discreetly observing her without attracting attention. It was their day off from training; she had told the three to take a break and relax before they were sent on their next mission. It was a shame she had no idea they were on their own mission.

The hours passed, and the trio's stealth skills were put to the test as they moved silently through the village. When they met up –when Kakashi and her ended up at a dumpling stand to eat –the three hid out together to share their observations. Despite the secrecy of their mission, the observation turned into a strange mixture of suspense and amusement, especially as they realized the lengths Kakashi went to in order to maintain his indifferent image. He wore his mask even during their private moments, leaving the true nature of his expressions a mystery. It was hard to determine just what the two jonin were talking about, or how he was looking at her with the mask on. It was clear she was giving him looks, but the team had definitely picked up on her crush on Kakashi long ago. 

As the day unfolded, their curiosity only deepened. They watched as Kakashi and their sensei laughed together, shared meals, and engaged in quiet conversations. It was evident that there was a strong connection between the two, but they always seemed that way. There wasn’t really that big of a change between the two. They ate together, they talked together. She touched him a little more than they remembered, but none of them thought that was anything important. He wasn’t touching her back, so it could be that she was still crushing on the Copy Ninja.

Now they just needed to know if Kakashi had returned those feelings.

“What the hell are you three up to?”

The team suddenly turned around, seeing Lady Tsunade standing with her hands on her hips. Sakura and Shizune were trailing behind her, both carrying stacks of books and paperwork. The three genin panicked, all stammering and trying to come up with an excuse as to why they were spying on their sensei.

Luckily, Sakura saved them. “They’re definitely dating. Kakashi-sensei gets so flustered when he’s around her.”

But Shizune shook her head. “I think you guys are projecting; both of them have lost a lot. Just because they spend time together doesn’t mean they’re dating.”

Tsunade snorted, however. “Please. Look at them.”

The five shinobi turned their attention back to the two jonin who sat on a bench next to each other, enjoying their meal. If the two had noticed they were being spied on, they didn’t make any indication of it. To the untrained eye, nothing they were doing was any different than how they usually were. Kakashi had finished his meal disturbingly quick, hiding behind his mask again. She was half turned, leg crossed under her, as she looked up at him. They weren’t sitting particularly close to one another, nor were they really touching. Kakashi seemed a little tense, but he usually did lately.

“I…am not seeing what you’re seeing, Lady Tsunade,” Sori admitted, squinting his eyes at the two.

“Just you wait,” she ordered, narrowing her eyes with a smirk on her face. Shizune rolled her eyes; the hokage obviously knew more than she was letting on. 

The team continued to watch, their curiosity piqued by Lady Tsunade's confidence. As they observed, Kakashi reached into his pocket and pulled out a woven bracelet –nothing terribly exciting, really, to anyone watching. But as she held up her wrist for him to place it on her, he had a small, subtle smile behind his mask, his eyes crinkling at the corners in a way that only appeared when he was genuinely pleased. She accepted with a soft grin, her eyes lighting up with gratitude. It was a simple exchange, but the genuine warmth between them was undeniable.

Tsunade raised an eyebrow triumphantly, grinning as she crossed her arms over her chest. "See? You pay attention to the little things," she said, her voice low as if she were sharing a secret. "The little things speak volumes. It's in the way he looks at her, even with that stupid mask on. And it’s the way she lights up when she’s looking at him. That is how you know.”

Ayato and Sakura both looked enamored by the whole thing, blushing excitedly at how sweet Kakashi seemed to be towards her. Shizune was rolling her eyes with a knowing grin, pushing Tsunade and Sakura back towards the hokage’s tower. Sori whooped with excitement, yelling about how he knew it! They were dating! Tashiro just shrugged indifferently, though he was grinning too.

Sori’s exclamation, however, drew the attention of the two jonin. Sakura’s eyes widened before she spun on her heel and took off with Shizune and Tsunade, not wanting to get into trouble. Ayato hit Sori in horror, turning to run off as well but their sensei appeared before them, hands on her hips.

“And what do you think you three are doing?” She demanded, brow raised. 

Kakashi sauntered over with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a book. “I think they were spying on us.”

“You two are dating!” Sori accused, pointing between the two, trying to steer the trouble away from his team. 

She and Kakashi exchanged appraising looks. Then Kakashi shrugged.

“I didn’t think it was a secret,” he explained simply, returning his attention to his book.

“Did you guys think he just hung out with us at training because he was bored?”

Team 12 stammered again, and Sori blanched as he considered his answer. 

“At least you practiced being quiet today,” she hummed, turning on her heel to walk away now. Kakashi started after her. “Next time, don’t scream about it.”

*****

“Sorry about them,” she sighed when they returned to her apartment.

Kakashi shrugged halfheartedly, slipping his sandals off at the door. “It was bound to happen eventually.”

“It’s definitely your fault,” she teased as she fell back onto her couch and closed her eyes. 

He raised a brow, looking down at her with a narrowed eye, sitting on the floor by her head. “And how is it my fault?”

“You decided to be cute and give me a gift in public,” she reminded him, bringing her wrist to her chest to touch the bracelet. 

Kakashi took her hand, holding it up to his to look over the bracelet he had given her. “I’m glad you like it. Tsunade helped pick it out; I’m not great at gifts.”

“It’s not your fault then, it’s hers!”

[kaycode1999]

Headcanons for all da Bumblebee x reader headcanons separately (like tfa, tfp, bay, 2018, rotb, rid, g1, Earthspark, cyberverse, rescue bots. How they each would be in a relationship and all that please ((So sorry I didn’t specify before pal 😅🥲))

Ok I hope I got this right��. And no worries, and let me know if I missed anything or if there is something more specific you want to get my thoughts on

So there are a few things I think all Bee's have in common and that's being kind and a great boyfriend. Optimus raised a gentleman (bot) that's for sure. He's very much the opposite of " Oh I hate my significant other', " My significant other is my ball and chain", etc.

G1 Bumblebee: Definitely a clumsy blushing mess (if robots can blush) around his crush before they get together. He may or may not have used the same line he'd given to Spike to ask Carly out. I feel like he would also be the kind to brag to everyone about his SO and how amazing they are. Seriously, he introduces them to everyone as his SO especially at the beginning. I can see him at the very beginning having to run tell EVERY SINGLE AUTOBOT THAT WILL LISTEN THAT HE IS NOW WITH THIS PERSON. Very sweet boyfriend, and if he isn't cuddling with them he always has to be touching his SO in some way. I.E hand holding, having them in his arms or on his shoulder. The kind of relationship that it can be years down the line and they never run out of things to talk about and still learning new things about each other

TFA Bumblebee: If you got together too close to them making a home in Detroit he would have gotten in trouble for either stealing or messing up some flowers because he either wanted to get something for you and he didn't know the concept of paying for things or he was trying to pick flowers for you and he didn't realize he couldn't just pick some out of a public garden. He can be a little 💩 sometimes like you would probably expect, but he's actually a very sweet boyfriend. Always doing things like when he sees his SO carrying or trying to carry something heavy he has to rush over and carrys it for them while saying something like " Don't worry, Your boyfriend is here to help". Basically any reason to call himself your boyfriend. When Wasp did the electronic paint job with their helmets it affected him more then he let on, and once the others went to bed he asked you to stay with him. He can handle you being gone for a few days but if you're gone for more than a few days he starts becoming very sad because he misses you and the other bots don't know how to handle it. When you get back he nearly crushes you in a tight hug and he will definitely run over anyone who tries to get in the way, and don't expect for him to let you out of his arms for several hours. The other bots adore your relationship and see that you are a good influence on him. I definitely get the vibe that he would be the kind of boyfriend to do something like this

I can see it being the kind of relationship where sometimes you don't even need to talk you can just be around each other in comfortable silence and enjoy each others company

TFP/ Rescue Bots/ RID/ Rescue Bots Academy (I'm combining because these are supposed to be the same bot): He is very sweet with his SO when they are alone but he is somewhat less comfortable with PDA. He's ok with holding hands and a few little things like that but for the most part he won't be the one instigating anything beyond hand holding ( though it also depends on who is around- if you're only around people you know well and are comfortable with he's much more open about PDA). It takes him a little while to get out of the habit of feeling like he has always be taking care of you and protecting you, you definitely make him see this is a partnership and he doesn't have to put everything on himself.

Cyberverse Bumblebee: He's probably not the kind to flirt BEFORE you get together but oh man. Once you do get together he flirts relentlessly, and with the cheesiest pick up lines. For example, if you trip or fall or something and he catches you he will without a doubt say something very cheesy like " I guess you really did fall for me."

Earthspark Bumblebee: I can see this going two ways. Either 1- he accidentally makes it seem like he hates you because it's noticeable to you that he avoids you and that you're the only one he seems to have a problem with. He's forced to admit his feelings when you confront him about his behavior. Or 2- he got close to you but didn't believe it could work between you two. He resigned himself to only being your friend until he couldn't take it anymore and he finally admitted it to you . (Everyone around you wanted you two to get together). An extremely loving boyfriend. He's not bothered at all by PDA, he'll give you a kiss, hug, hold your hand or whatever (SFW obviously) regardless of if anyone is around or not. Loves to call you pet names like; my love, sweetheart, baby (he uses a lot of pet names)

Bayverse Bumblebee: You two are so alike you can almost already tell what the other is thinking without needing to hear it. Seriously like some kind of weird mind meld/soulmate thing going on. Crosshairs once made the mistake of mocking you standing up for Bee when he was giving him a hard time, let's just say he now fears being on the receiving end of your wrath. You two have your own code for when a mission goes wrong, how bad, and where to meet after if you get separated. Also, this bots memory is very good. When you find Wheelie, he remembers what he did to Mikayla and he definitely threatened to blast him back to Cybertron if he ever tried that with you

ROTB/Knightverse Bumblebee: no surprise but he loves going to the drive in with you. Takes you to meet Charlie so that you two can be friends. He loves carrying you around in his arms because of the size difference between you two (he thinks you're so cute and small). He just wants to spend quality time with you whenever he can. Always running a finger through your hair and playing with your hair in some way it just fascinates him

[sourpatchys]

•Tell Me Every Terrible Thing You Ever Did and Let Me Love You Anyways•

Prologue: Agoraphobia

Time: before the USJ attack

Rating: nothing explicit in this chapter, rating may vary as the story continues F!reader

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: A shut in, plagued by the past, learns what it means to leave the comfort of her own home. Facing the world at large, making mistakes and trying and failing at learning how to live again.

A/n: this could be read as the first chapter— it’s important in order to learn who the reader is, but it’s much shorter than all the chapters to come. This will be a slow burn, I don’t expect Tomura to make an appearance until chapter three, but we’ll see what happens, sometimes I go off script lmao

Agoraphobia

—

•Fear of places and situations that might cause panic, helplessness, or embarrassment.

•Agoraphobia is an anxiety disorder that often develops after one or more panic attacks.

—

Friendships, at times, were hard to maintain.

You weren't a social person. You didn't enjoy public outings or taking walks around the neighborhood— much preferring the calming inner workings of your own home, a place that could never change, a place that was yours and yours alone.

The friends you did manage to keep weren't local— separated by the all too familiar guise of social media.

You never had to see them if you didn't want to, you never had to call or plan fun dates— you were in control of what you were willing to give, and they were in control of what they were willing to take. Things were easier this way. Things felt safer this way.

It wasn't always like this, fresh air and laughter didn't used to send shivers up your spine. The principle of existence used to be something you held dear. You were broken, a skipping record unable to be removed from the track.

"You should meet up with one of them. You need to let someone in. You're starting to relapse again."

"Face to face communication is important, you need to reach out more."

"What would your mother think?"

It was all too much to bare. It felt as though you were shackled— doomed to forever be tied to the four walls around you.

You didn't enjoy being this way. You weren't afraid of germs, you weren't afraid of the sun or the moon— you were afraid of change— of the people surrounding those changes. Change always made bad things happen.

Therapy was supposed to help. And you supposed it did to an extent, picking up phone calls and answering text messages were like second nature at this point, so long as you knew who was on the other end. After while you even started instigating them yourself. Speaking to the people you cared about no longer felt like pulling teeth.

"Are you listening to me?"

The usually gentle and upbeat voice of your case worker rang through the air.

"No— I wasn't. I'm sorry."

She sighed, you could hear her favorite red pen clicking under her thumb. She was upset— you knew she was.

"I think we need to set you up in another location."

"I don't want another therapist."

"That's not what I mean and you know that."

It had been a discussion point for a while. Playing ignorant was usually your go to— but it seemed she wasn't interested in your games today.

"I'm not leaving the Midwest."

The clicking stopped, replaced only briefly by the sound of shuffling papers.

"I think leaving the Midwest would help you tremendously. You need to get away from it all— this hide and seek game your playing isn't healthy for you. You need new surroundings and you need to stop worrying about being recognized."

"I'm not leaving Michelle."

The clicking came back. Only now something was off— it wasn't the soft clicks of her red pen. It was the harsh sticky clicks of her black pen.

She wasn't going to let you win today.

"Tell you what. There's an elite hero school in Japan— there's a teacher there with a blood control quirk. We've already been sending letters back and forth and they're willing to make an exception for you to come in every Tuesday to work on your quirk control—"

"I don't have a blood control quirk."

The line went silent before she sighed once again, the clicking of her pen stopping all together, her freshly manicured nails drawing loud patters on her desk. It seemed as though she wanted you to at least try understanding the situation.

"You're going. I've already made the arrangements and I have you set up in a— very nice— apartment close by. You don't have to talk to Vlad if you don't want to. But you're going to Japan whether you like it or not. They have a much healthier look on quirks than we do here in the states. You need positive reinforcement— this has gone on for long enough."

Your chest was starting to burn, bile pooling on the tip of your tongue.

"It hasn't been that long Michelle, I just need some more time—"

"It's been four years. I've been working with you for four years. The most you've managed to do by yourself is sign the lease to the apartment that I went out and got for you. You've never come to the office in person, you can't go to the store— you've basically cut contact from everyone."

Your throat was scratchy, clenching in on itself violently, the cool feel of your quirk bubbling under the surface of your skin. It felt as though you were choking on air— drowning all the while.

"Michelle— please don't do this— I'll get better, I promise I will just— don't take me away, don't do it!"

The tears running down your face felt like molten lava. You never cried— you hated crying. Your skin felt as through it were melting, ripping off your face and pooling at your feet.

"You either do this— or I'm dropping your case and taking your funding. I'm not going to play these games anymore. You need help and I can't give it to you if we're walking around in circles on the phone."

She had made your grave. You were stuck in it.

Oh, how you hated change.

—

The morning your flight left made you realize just how awful the world really was.

It had been years since you'd been in such a crowded environment. The laughter, the crying, the screaming— it was everything and nothing all at once. People stood too close and talked too loud, together it all sounded like buzzing in your ears— like they were flys and you were food left on a plate to rot.

The panic was ever apparent, you were honestly surprised your heart hadn't exploded— though, you supposed there was still time for it. Michelle, even with her complete and utter betrayal to your day to day life, was at least nice enough to pick you up and stay with you until boarding. You didn't have to speak a single time, though, the kind nature of her deeds didn't make up for the horror she'd forced you into.

She was also kind enough to book you a somewhat secluded seat, allowing you to sit in the back without being crowded in. You weren't entirely sure how she managed to do it, having never been on a plane, but the two other seats in the isle were entirely empty. You'd really have to thank her when you weren't so close to breaking down.

The flight itself was 18 hours, giving you at least some time to prepare for landing— however as of right now it didn't feel like any amount of time would be long enough.

At the very least the language barrier would be a nice change of pace, you were really hoping everyone would just leave you to your own devices and screw off. This was a big change, full of uncertainties— you hoped that, at the very least, it would be quiet.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Jess Piper at The View from Rural Missouri:

This is personal. I am an outspoken rural organizer. Every elected Missouri Republican knows exactly who I am, and thanks to two Missouri Representatives on Twitter, most also know where I live. I was doxxed on two separate occasions on Twitter. One State Representative, Josh Hurlbert, who also works for the Herzog Foundation, specifically tweeted out my daughter's school district on two separate occasions while responding to me. He won't stop… I've tried. I called him an "insufferable asshole" for telling people where my daughter attends school — he made my comment his Twitter banner. He thinks putting my child in danger is funny. He is emboldened to do whatever he can to silence me. I was speaking at an event a year ago in Kansas and was about to go onstage when I saw my phone light up with a call. I didn't recognize the number, so I let it go to voicemail. After the event, while walking back to my hotel, I listened to the voicemail — it was a Republican Missouri State Senator. He called me live from his radio show "to debate me." He told his audience I had agreed to a debate then and backed out.

Ummm…I was speaking at an event with over a hundred Kansas Democrats. I would not have agreed to a debate at that time, and by the way, how did he get my cell phone number? Why did he think he could intrude on my personal life and call me out to his radio audience? I may be loud, but I am still a private citizen. I owe nothing to Senator Nick Schroer or his rabid MAGA audience. Schroer knows he will face no consequence for sending violent minions into my comments, mentions, and inboxes. That's why I was disgusted when I watched the video of the President of the Heritage Foundation, the architect of Project 2025, making a threat to every organizer, outspoken critic, and left-leaning citizen in America. He threatened our lives. Here is the video.

"The Second American Revolution will remain bloodless if the Left allows it to be," the Heritage post said. "Unfortunately, they have a well-established record of instigating the opposite." ~Kevin Roberts, President, Heritage Foundation

[...] In more than 900 pages, Project 2025 calls for firing thousands of civil servants, expanding the power of the president (ope, the Supreme Court just did that), dismantling the Department of Education and other federal agencies, and sweeping tax cuts for the wealthy. They are determined to push through an agenda that will harm our country and are threatening those who stand in their way. Who do you think is going to be targeted on the "left" if Trump is elected and the Heritage Foundation is able to start implementing Project 2025?

[...] I will not be silent as you come for my children. I will not step aside as you attack my neighbors and my community. I will not be quiet in the face of fascism and oligarchy. Ever. When billionaires use their money to fund an organization that explicitly calls for violence against organizers, I hope you pay attention. I hope you understand that they mean to silence folks in your community. I hope you close ranks around us. We have been on the front line, and will continue to be, but we need you behind us. We need you to tell everyone you know about the threats to organizers and the threat to American democracy. Tell everyone about Project 2025. Tell on them. This is personal. ~Jess

Jess Piper’s latest Substack piece is spot-on: The Heritage Foundation’s 900+-page radical right-wing Project 2025 is a threat to our nation’s democracy and must be vigorously opposed.

[the-konoha-daily]

The Poll That Shook the Village: Genma vs. Raido – Who’s Konoha’s Most Dashing Jōnin?

Hold onto your headbands, dear readers, because Konoha has a new rivalry hotter than an Uchiha fireball! It seems a fan-initiated poll has taken the village by storm, pitting two of the most debatably charming Jōnin—Genma Shiranui and Raido Namiashi—against each other in a battle for the title of Konoha’s Most Dashing.

Naturally, Genma-san has leaned fully into the chaos. ALLEGEDLY, he’s been seen practicing his smoldering stares in reflective windows.

But don’t count out Raido just yet. While quieter than his flashy counterpart, Raido’s rugged scars and mysterious aura have earned him a devoted following of admirers who swear by his “brooding charm.” One anonymous fan wrote, “Raido doesn’t need tricks—his silence speaks volumes. Genma should take notes.”

And if you thought this rivalry would stay friendly, think again! Sources close to the duo report that Raido has politely but firmly told Genma, “It’s not a competition, but if it were, I’d win without trying.” Genma, of course, ALLEGEDLY replied, “Sure, buddy. But they’ll need a separate poll for your best angles—I’ve got too many for just one vote.”

The stakes are higher than ever as the poll tally grows by the hour. Team Genma is rallying around his “bad-boy flair,” while Team Raido praises his “strong and silent type” mystique. The villagers have even turned this into a mini-festival, complete with fan art, banners, and ALLEGEDLY an underground betting pool.

And for the truly scandalous? Rumor has it Anko Mitarashi is personally instigating the rivalry, cheering for both sides just to keep the drama alive. Meanwhile, Kakashi Hatake is said to have declared the entire thing “too troublesome”—despite leaving an anonymous vote for Genma.

Will the senbon-flipping Genma take the crown, or will Raido’s quiet charisma prove unbeatable? Cast your votes, Konoha, because this is one showdown that’s about to get messier than an Akimichi barbecue. May the most dashing man win!

[yuseirra]

I've been REALLY careful about making assumptions about hikaai before 154 happened you know? I couldn't even phrase what Ai had towards him as "love" with conviction since what happened between them is really serious and it tackles what could happen in real-life. I see many news about domestic violence lately and it makes me SO NERVOUS!!;; I know I have to separate fiction from reality and I get that but there are things I don't really want to misinterpret and depict in a rosy light, it's always better to understand what's going on to get a proper standpoint on things

but if I'm the author, I'd definitely not write the story like this if Hikaru actually IS utterly responsible for what he claims he's done. He can personally repent for his sins and suffer all he wants, but before that, he needs to get held accountable and get proper punishment within the story. (He might later.. but so far, it's been handled pretty lightly compared to the severity of the incident)

but we see Ai actually having wanted to stay in the relationship in that chapter. She goes as far as to say she wanted to live with him, forever, and she was scared she'd hurt him but couldn't give up on their children because she wanted to raise their kids and share HIS burden together, that's very loving of her. I think he'd probably have treated her pretty well for someone like her to open up and wish to care for him that deeply. Ai is loving, but she thought she's full of lies and she doesn't think so highly of herself. She was always a bit distant and held her true self back. However, she actively went out of her way to try and help Hikaru when he was with her, and she's still concerned about him. It's the one relationship she really wanted to keep but couldn't. In that particular chapter we find that everything she did was for his sake, not hers, and I don't think such a relationship could have happened without some sort of mutual affection. And his reaction towards seeing all that? He takes it in, remains speechless, and he vows to do something for her.

That's what's sold this ship for me because if I were the writer of this story, I would not try to frame an abuser/perpetrator/someone who's instigated a crime this way. What's said to have happened shouldn't be dismissed that way but it did; and if I, a mere reader feels so, I feel the author would have put more thought into it while coining the scenes. Something's probably left undiscussed and there could be more to it than catches the eye.

The only thing I can really tell at this point is that they really did love and care about each other, but it didn't really come across while they were both alive and he still loves her?

and with the songs being like :

"Ah, I was finally able to say it These words are definitely not a lie I love you"<I think this is not only directed towards the twins but to Ai's fans AND Hikaru

"If all my desires came true, oh, how I wish I could attain that I want to see you I wish upon the stars"

"Without you, I cannot live anymore I would sacrifice anything for you I can’t get enough of your love What should I use to fill in what’s missing?

Keep your eyes on me, my dearest fatale!"

it's just so intense!!;;

I really want the guy who Ai's chosen to love that much live up to it. It'd make sense if the story's that way because what would the story accomplish by trying to depict a guy who played a active part in her death as someone who's "loved" her? You can't call something that love, it's selfish. But they're both trying to "give away" and make sacrifices for each other. I believe that IS what love is in its essence. Love is all about giving, and the songs for this series does have that sort of spirit(despite it being really desperate and a bit blindly at doing so) And Ai's life was all about loving, forming a true and genuine sort of relationship, it'd feel so wrong if the one she says was the first person she really wanted to love's backstabbed her like that. I have a feeling she'd be able to send her love towards her fans and her lover and get a meaningful type of love as her closure, may it be years after she's gone away, she'll get that eventually. That'd be a nice way to wrap up her story.

So I'm waiting out a little, if Hikaru is really guilty about what's happened to Ai.. then I want the story to revisit and handle that aspect properly because it's something that can really hurt people and it did also for the characters in the story,

If it isn't.. it makes way more sense for me of seeing Ai care so much for this character. That whole sequence is so loving... wouldn't it be kind of cruel on Ai if the writer decided to make her sympathize so dearly with someone who caused her to get murdered like that? It's not a really good example to show, either, what's needed here is not just forgiveness and love but some firmness about wrongdoing. The message HAD to end with her mentioning her wish to help him along with the children she had with him, it didn't HAVE to be there, but the writer put that in as the last bit. That's something that's been lingering in my mind for awhile. It's probably a device.

I can still appreciate the characters and the story, but I would really like it if the writers do end up tackling it in the way I anticipate..

[fenmere]

the entire show of steven universe takes place in the inworld of a system? i haven’t seen that theory before, could you elaborate on that? /gen

Sorry that we're not really in the state to infodump about this the way we usually can and really want to. But SU excites the shit out of us, and here's at least the barebones explanation:

The show is about the effects of trauma and how to address it. It covers generational trauma, and it even appears to address trauma related to colonialism and conquest, but it doesn't really model that last take from the perspective of the colonized very well. And that’s not just because it was written mostly by white people, though that’s a problem.

The reason it's plot is the way it is is because it's about the instigating event, the Diamond's mistreatment of Rose, and the ways that everyone (not just Rose) dealt with that for millennia afterward.

Right?

OK, so.

Start with the Crystal Gems. They live in a temple that looks like a person. And within that temple, they have their own rooms that work almost exactly like headspaces.

THEN, they are introduced to the audience as the group of beings going around and finding corrupted gems and bubbling them up and storing them in their rooms.

That's active dissociation of trauma holders.

When Steven goes in to one of their rooms to release a corrupted gem that he regrets bubbling, that gem goes and inadvertently releases a bunch of others.

That's an illustration of the hazards of poking around in dissociated memories. It can cause a cascading trigger.

That, right there, convinced us that at least the Crystal Gems represented a system. Combine that with Garnet being a fusion who loves being a fusion, but who can separate and reform, and we're dead convinced there was a system on the writing team, and that the central characters and themes of the show were written specifically for the benefit of systems with trauma, whether that's DID, OSDD, or CPTSD.

A lot of the messages can still apply to singlets, but they work best for systems.

Once you accept that, it's honestly hard not to see the entirety of the show's universe and history as the system itself. Especially with Steven's name, Universe, symbolically pointing to that perspective.

Most especially with how the show wraps up.

With corrupted gems being especially traumatized system members, you kind of logically have to look at all gems as part of the same system. At which point, you start to notice that all the gems are traumatized at least a little in ways that profoundly affect their behavior, including the Diamonds.

This raises the question of what the humans represent.

They could be introjects of people the system has met, the town they live in. But you don’t have to read it that literally. If the show is metaphorically about living in a system, the exact explanation isn't necessary. It's not canon, it's metaphor. Intentional and real, but not a fact of the story.

They could represent otherwise normal members. System members who would have existed as they are without the trauma that shaped the gems.

They could be dream people, the system members we all encounter in our dreams and mistake for NPCs.

They could be the members who aspire to be human, to be able to function when fronting in the outworld, and who are not caught up in being protectors (the Crystal Gems), persecutors (the Diamonds), or trauma holders (the corrupted gems), and the like (the other gems).

But whatever they represent, when Steven became able to fuse with Connie, it was obvious that the humans were really, fundamentally the same kind of beings as the gems, playing by the same rules of physics at a basic level. They're system members, too.

And when the show delved into their lives and showed the effects of the gems' antics, past and present, on them, that made it undeniable to us.

They're part of the system, too, and integral to everyone's future recovery, and part of the need for it.

[gilbertsdumbblog]

Milocraft be like

Also requesting lore for this AU because HELLO HI I WOULD LIKE TO HEAR MORE-

-Romeo voice- dude like i get that you went through some shit but you've been killing the vibes here like crazy

this is gonna be a LONG read under the readmore because this au is several years old and has numerous arcs. hence why im fairly certain im never actually gonna write this au out properly lmaaaoOOOOO-

Warning for mentions/depictions of death, mutilation, and severe mental illness (the kind that makes people lash out in fear)

A handful of quick notes:

Milo is being written as a transman who has autism. Him being trans isn't super relevant most of the time, but him having autism leads him do shit such as 'elopement', which is when someone who has autism just. Wanders off because they don't like where they are currently, or see something that interests them. Source, I have autism and do this dangerously often. It also leads him to seemingly overreact to certain things, such as people touching him or people lying to him. (He takes being lied to EXTREMELY personally.)

I've also written out names + personalities for all 12 Jesse variants. Six of them don't rlly appear in the au because my god i don't need to juggle more characters, but the ones that do appear are as follows;

Jekyll (white shirt + blue suspenders), previously Jesse before adopting Jekyll as a nickname during the Witherstorm arc to differentiate himself from Jessie. This is the 'primary' Jesse, having blown up the Witherstorm, found the flint + steel that starts the portal arc, and being present for most of season 2. He is friends with Olivia, Axel, and two other Jesses. Julep (teal shirt/tan overalls + red clip), is a mute and highly protective Jesse. She is the instigator of the events of Season 2, and is present for the entirety of the portal arc as well. Also friends with Olivia and Axel. Maisy (lavender shirt/blue overalls + pink clip), is the architect of their little friend group. Present for season 1 and 2, but takes a backseat to the action most of the time. Not keen on adventuring; We won't see them as much. Also friends with Olivia and Axel.

Jessie (red shirt/blue overalls + yellow clip), is an amateur adventurer who is an adoptive twin to James. She is part of the Ocelots, and at the start of season 1 she is openly antagonistic towards Jekyll and his friends in a fashion similar to Aiden. Over the course of season 1 she mellows out significantly. Present for the portal arc, but not most of season 2. (She's the one to knock Aiden off of Sky City.) James (White shirt + red suspenders), is a self-admitted coward who mostly hangs out with the Ocelots because his 'twin' sister hangs out with them. Sometimes helps with their builds. Would never join in on the teasing Jessie and Aiden did, but never stopped them or said anything either. Absent for the portal arc and season 2; He hates being involved in dangerous stuff like that.

Jay (Black shirt + green suspenders), is the only other 'main' Jesse we see who isn't really part of a pre-existing group. Similarly to Petra at the start of season 1, he's a lone-wolf type who ends up joining the group purely by happenstance after barreling through the nether portal in episode 1 right after Ivor. Might have psychic powers, but he pretends he can't hear you if you ask. Present for large sections of season 2, but not the portal arc.

So if you see any of these names crop up, just know they're versions of Jesse, not OCs. (I mean, what's really separating them from being ocs at this point though? whatever)

So to boil it down to its VERY bare basics or else I'll be here typing all afternoon, the au essentially revolves around Milo ditching Sky City immediately after the events of 'Order Up!' to travel with Jekyll's group and learn to be an adventurer. It takes a lot of convincing, but Jekyll and a few others in the group agree to let Milo tag along because, at the time, they assumed they'd be going straight back home after going through the Sky City portal.

So imagine their shock when they step into the portal hallway, and it dawns on them that not only do they have to track down their home portal? They've gotta babysit Milo and keep him from dying now. Milo being present for the portal arc makes things EXTREMELY complicated in spots, especially the Crown Mesa portal. It's also worth noting, if i ever write this out, Milo and Co. do NOT end up in the Murder Mansion portal first. Because I don't think Milo's first experience outside of Sky City should be witnessing several people get murdered. (We're not trying to traumatize him THAT badly THIS early on)

Speaking of the Murder Mansion, while Milo is there, he tries to distract himself from the anxiety of his situation by fixating on Cassie and her cat Winslow. (He learned about cats from Lukas, and got SUPER fixated on adopting one at some point) Fun fact, Cassie and Isa used to know each other! And they did NOT leave off on good terms, so when Milo makes the mistake of off-handedly mentioning Sky City, and then Isa, Cassidy becomes fixated on murdering his ass. He MUST have the fucking flint and steel.

(This image is from Milo's perspective right after Sparklez dies.)

Looney-Toons ass-logic keeps Milo from getting killed during the Murder Mansion portal. Straight up slapstick type garbage, he literally hits the White Pumpkin in the face by swinging a door too quickly at one point. Cassie gets away before he can even process what happened. Anyways, I'm focusing on this portal because it establishes a very BAD dynamic between Cassie and Milo that WILL come back to bite him in the ass later. Specifically, he ends up in the basement with Jessie and Stampy, and instead of Jessie catching fish to distract the cats, Milo ends up catching the fish. Jessie stops him before he can feed any fish to the cats, because 'We are NOT dragging a cat along with us too!'

Anyways at the very end of the episode, you know Winslow?

He doesn't have a collar. Cassie never properly tamed him.

You know who has fish in his inventory and loves cats? Milo. He ends up taming Winslow RIGHT in front of Cassie while she's stuck in the Silverfish pit. This only makes her even more furious at his existence as you can imagine.

There's more I could go into about the portal arc, but there's a LOT to go over so that might end up being a separate post. (Might just do separate posts for each arc in general? Idk, something to think about)

After the portal arc wraps up and everyone successfully gets back to their original Portal, there's a small timeskip between the end of that arc and the start of the second arc to let Milo establish a house for himself. (Snowy Taiga is the biome he lives in :3)

Milo isn't present for the events of season 2 for a variety of reasons, but the main one being that I want him to confront his issues with Isa. Because fun fact, when Milo left Sky City to join Jekyll and his group? He didn't warn anybody he was leaving. So when he's in Beacontown for a series of errands, imagine his surprise when he runs into ISA AND REGINALD of all people????

From the perspective of everyone in Sky City, they were pretty sure Milo had DIED. That at some point he'd gotten picked off by a monster while people were still trying to establish the new city. So Isa is both relieved to see he's alive, but also PISSED because where the FUCK DID YOU GO?! And Milo's just sitting there like

Arc two is essentially establishing that Milo and Isa used to be really good friends, and that something happened that divided them even before the events of Order Up. This arc is meant to lay the foundation for Milo and Isa actually making up, while also giving several sequences of flashbacks to give insight to Milo and how he grew up in Sky City, and how those experiences affect how he behaves today.

(No, him getting thrown in jail over the dirt is not why they fell out.)

Initially she was planning to just visit temporarily, but now that she knows Milo is alive and living in this portal, she decides to start badgering Milo about where he's settled down at and whether or not she's allowed to visit. Reggie is mostly just quiet, but he's super curious about where Milo disappeared to as well and lowkey kinda worried he's gonna vanish again. Milo is annoyed by Isa's pestering, and this eventually leads to friction between the two that steadily gets worse the longer Isa sticks around questioning Milo about where he went and what he did.

Eventually, this culminates in a screaming match between the two of them after two-ish weeks of this standoff has passed and Milo has become fed up with the questioning. More importantly, he's fed up that Isa is demanding answers when, from his perspective, she LIED to him for years about the nature of Sky City. And she certainly had to have lied about her history; Because he brings up Cassie by name, which Isa has no rebuttal for because, "You... Met Cassie Rose? How??"

Isa is equally fed up, however, because she spent the better part of a year thinking her brother friend had died, only to find out he'd actually fucked off without even saying goodbye to her first. Reginald is also slightly hurt, less so by Milo not saying goodbye and moreso because he'd spent that whole time thinking his crush was dead. He does agree it was kinda shitty of Milo to leave without saying goodbye to literally anyone.

Unfortunately they don't get to resolve their argument because in the middle of it, that's when Romeo decides he's going to start covering this 'world' with bedrock. It's kind of hard to keep arguing about who's right and who's wrong when the sky is suddenly turning black. Milo, in typical Milo fashion, decides to FUCK off immediately without resolving the argument by getting his horse (he adopts a horse after moving, her name is Beruca) and riding off towards Beacontown because Jekyll PROBABLY knows whats going on, and it seems like the bedrock is converging towards that point anyways so???? Beacontown we go.

Milo is about a day away from Beacontown on horseback, so by the time he gets there the 'bedrocking' has ceased and. Uhm. Beacontown looks different than I remember. Hey where did Champion City go?

He gets to the main hall area to hear numerous Jesses and several other people all screaming and arguing about someone named 'Romeo', and what to do about him. By the time Milo wanders to where everybody is arguing at, it's mostly Jack, Petra, Xara, and Jekyll all screaming at each other about how to handle the... 'Admin'.

Milo's never heard of an 'admin' before.

It takes several moments before someone points out that Milo is kinda just. standing in the doorway. Super lost. After asking about the whole 'bedrock' thing, Champion City, and Beacontown's changes, he learns about everything he missed while he and Isa were too busy being angry at each other.

Eventually, this culminates in Milo being extremely interested in meeting Romeo. He just wants to chat, for a little bit! Get to know the guy a bit? He sounds... Lonely.

Xara and several others are against this, but after being convinced by Julep and Petra that it'd be safe (I mean, what is Romeo going to do against Milo? Attack him? Yeah, he'd get an axe to the face.) and there isn't any real harm in just talking, they reluctantly agree to let Milo and Romeo talk. After being led to the 'prison cell' (Its just a bedroom he cant leave) Romeo is staying in, at first Romeo wants NOTHING to do with Milo and actively insults him for trying to chat with, 'Someone as renowned and revered as myself!'

To Milo's credit, he takes this on this chin rather well, because he can tell that Romeo just REEKS of insecurity after being stripped of his powers, and he's being defensive because he doesn't want to be coddled. With some gentle prying and Milo sharing details of his life, Romeo finally starts talking with him slowly.

After some stilted back-and-forth, Romeo agrees to let Milo visit tomorrow to talk again. Milo is thrilled about this. Over the course of the next few days, they meet up daily to chat about their lives, with Milo always arriving with ingredients of some kind to show Romeo how to make certain foods. Eventually, Romeo asks Milo why he's being so helpful to him, and especially so tolerant of how 'useless' he is with how to craft and the likes.

And Milo tells him about Sky City. And the portal arc, in which Milo was an active hindrance at times due to his inexperience. In short, he understands what it feels like to be 'useless' when you're surrounded by people who move and behave as naturals in combat, crafting, building, and adventuring. He knows the feeling of being a 'burden' is rough, and he wants to extend a helping hand to Romeo because he won't hold any of his shortcomings against him. Especially since he didn't know Romeo previously as an admin; Milo has no biases against Romeo.

After a lot of back and forth regarding this, eventually Milo and Romeo decide to ask Jekyll if it'd be possible for Milo to. Like. Have Romeo move in with him?

Milo lives in the middle of nowhere, so they wouldn't have to worry about people being set off by Romeo, and since Milo has no prior negative experience with the ex-admin, he's not going to judge his progress as harshly as everyone else in the group would.

It takes a lot of convincing before they agree to let Romeo move in with Milo, with the agreement being that if Romeo gets out of line that he'll get his ass sent below the bedrock. They both agree, though Milo is far more optimistic about this arrangement than Romeo is; He mostly just doesn't want to go back to the Sunshine Institute now that he has no power. And, hey, Milo's chill, so that's a bonus.

Arc three is basically establishing the actual 'group' Milo's in; Himself, Isa, Reginald, and Romeo.

Because he ditched Isa and Reginald at his house when he ran off to Beacontown. He may or may not have forgotten they were there, and they are EXTREMELY confused when he returns like a week and a half later and there's a DUDE with him.

This arc also focuses on starting character development for Romeo and Isa, moreso for Romeo, and how he slowly. painfully. tries to become a 'better' person.

Not nicer, he just stops being a power-tripping shithead eventually.

This is also when Isa and Milo ACTUALLY start resolving the problems between the two of them and start to become friends again. And of course, Reginald and Milo start getting closer over the course of the arc, though they don't get together until towards the end of arc three.

Speaking of the end of arc three, remember Cassie? Yeah, payback's a bitch. At the end of season 2, if Jesse chooses to stay behind in Beacontown, one of the two letters they get is from 'WP' saying to 'Watch out!'. While Milo is making up with Isa, getting together with Reggie, and trying to make Romeo less of a shithead, Cassie has taken over a woodland mansion, setting it up as a new murder mansion in their dimension with everybody else none the wiser.

Not until James goes up and missing, with a ransom note left behind with a series of maps leading Jessie to where her brother is. After catching word of James going missing, Milo and his group head over to Beacontown to ask Jekyll, Jessie, and Julep what the hell is going on, only to learn that he was evidently kidnapped. Fearing that they were likely walking into an ambush, a large rescue party is formed to head to where the maps lead them, with Milo immediately inserting himself into the group to help.

Petra thinks about stopping him, but doesn't. She's going to regret that later :3

It takes several days of travel before the rescue party gets out there, consisting of Julep, Jessie, Petra, Jay, Lukas, Axel, Olivia, Jekyll, and Milo. Maisy stays behind to keep an eye on Beacontown while everybody else is gone.

When they roll up to the mansion, its pretty clear that they're probably walking into an ambush or trap of some kind; The front door is set up like this for god's sake, with obsidian surrounding the whole door frame.

What they aren't initially aware of is that the walls of the mansion are three blocks thick. Two layers of dark oak, with obsidian between; To prevent them from brute-forcing their way out once inside. (Not that any of them really brought pickaxes)

It takes a bit of wandering through the mansion halls before they finally end up in a dining room-type area, in which after everyone in the group wanders in past the door frame, the walls slam shut behind them and Cassie reveals herself. Kinda. She White Pumpkins the place like what happens in her episode right after Sparklez dies

With a pre-recorded message letting everyone know what deep shit they're in, and that she's not letting Jekyll and his friends get away this time. Needless to say, everyone sorta shits a brick collectively as they realize its Cassie behind all this.

The group tries to stay together as they traverse the mansion, but eventually, the group slowly gets split and divided; First Lukas, Julep, and Axel get split from the group by a moving wall in a hallway, then Olivia, Jekyll, and Jay get split from Milo, Jessie, and Petra.

As Milo, Jessie, and Petra explore and attempt to join back up with the others, they eventually stumble into one of the rooms that Cassie had modified; Though she hasn't completely cleared it.

Milo sees a chest on the 'loft' section of this room, and like the thieving goblin he is, IMMEDIATELY runs up to begin looting it. While it's mostly just random building supplies left behind by Cassie, interestingly, he finds a very special item inside; A totem of undying.

Not that Milo knows what he's looking at, he just thinks its a neat statue and shoves it in his back pocket without thinking twice.

He starts to descend the ladder from the loft to rejoin Jessie and Petra, and show them the weird gold statue thing he found, when the block right beneath the ladder suddenly is shifted by a piston. And Milo gets dropped into a basement type area. Alone.

Petrified and knowing that he's a sitting duck like this, he immediately begins walking with his back literally pressed up against a wall every chance he gets, clutching an iron axe and trying VERY hard to be brave and not cry. He's DEFINITELY not going to cry OKAY

eventually, Cassie realizes that Milo got completely separated and IMMEDIATELY goes hunting for him in the basement area, eventually cornering him in a brewing-type room. At first he's able to fight back a bit and stay on his toes, but Cassie isn't here to play fair; She ends up grabbing a random potion of water from one of the brewing stands after staggering him and hurls it as hard as she physically can into the side of his head.

Negative effect or not, having a glass bottle break on the side of your head uuuuh fuckin hurts! Source; i dont wanna talk about it.

Milo isn't given any time to recover before Cassie knocks him flat on his back and kicks his only means of defense away, leaving Milo completely at her mercy. He's starting to regret coming along now.

Before he can ask her why the hell she's even pursuing them still, Cassie decides to make this entire encounter personal. She doesn't immediately kill Milo; Instead, she decides she's gonna make him suffer first after ditching her in the silverfish pit, AFTER STEALING HER FUCKING CAT FROM HER!!!!!

To keep the gory details brief; Milo first gets his face bashed NUMEROUS times against the floor of the basement, breaking his nose and leaving him too dazed to retaliate, his left eye gets gouged out by a pair of shears, and then his right arm gets chopped off with an axe. After all of that, Milo is basically catatonic and is abandoned to bleed out in the basement.

And he does. He gets to feel every second of agonizing pain before he slowly fades out as he loses more and more blood.

And then abruptly, he comes back. In a nauseating rush of energy and sudden health, the totem of undying he'd shoved in his pocket brought him back from death. And in the following moments as he recovers and feels all the agonizing pain from before come back, he promptly throws up and starts sobbing.

It takes awhile for the scattered group to reconnect throughout the mansion; Cassie wasn't able to separate anybody else, except Jay, but he was far too paranoid (and... Maybe a psychic) and she wasn't able to get the drop on him like she did Milo. That's not to say Milo's the only one leaving injured, and it's certainly not a happy ending either way.

By the time Petra and the others rediscover Milo, he's gone entirely nonverbal and will not stop shaking. The remaining eye has a dead, thousand-yard stare. And he rejoins the group, just to learn... That James is dead.

He was likely dead long before they'd gotten there. He was bait, just to bring everybody else in.

Nobody leaves the mansion happy. James is dead, pretty much everyone is injured, Cassie didn't get to kill anyone in the group, and Milo...

Well, he's not doing so great.

The end of arc three is Milo and the others returning to Beacontown, and Isa, Reginald, and Romeo learning about what the hell happened.

Arc four is the final arc, and its where things get really messy.

This is a 'recovery' arc. Milo's personality has changed, drastically, as a result of the trauma he went through. His paranoia is through the roof, he's terrified to leave his bedroom, and he refuses to look himself in the mirror. Reginald is obviously worried sick, and does a lot to make sure Milo is still eating at the very least while he's holed up in his room, but Romeo and Isa aren't exactly sure how to help at first.

Isa does her best to bring food as well sometimes to Milo, as well as books for him to read so he's not just... Sleeping, or having a panic attack. Romeo, however, has a different approach; Let's go find some sheep for him to pet! After getting a pen set up and tracking down some sheep to lead back to the house, Milo is at first pretty excited about the new animals at the house.

Plus, they're dual purpose; We can shear them and get wool, which is pretty helpful! And without knowing what Milo had gone through, Romeo accidentally approaches Milo from his blindside offering him a pair of shears.

All Milo sees is red hair and the shears before he flips the fuck out. In a panicked state, he ends up attacking Romeo in what he believes to be self defense, giving him a black eye in the process before Isa and Reginald realize whats going on and physically grab Milo to pull him away from Romeo.

Needless to say, things are... Tense after that.

Romeo isn't mad, per say, but he's definitely upset. And seeing as Isa seems to know Cassie, he eventually decides to ask her about what Cassie Rose was like, and if there's a reason why Milo freaked out on him specifically. After talking back and forth for a little bit, it takes awhile before Isa realizes that part of the reason Milo might've freaked out is because he had red hair similar to Cassie.

Romeo takes this. Personally.

Isa also takes this. Personally.

Neither of them are happy about Cassie Rose, and the fact that she's still at large somewhere out there.

Meanwhile, Reginald is worried sick about his boyfriend and how he's adjusting to having lost not only one of his eyes, but his dominant arm as well.

Normally, when Milo was particularly stressed or upset about something, he'd write about it in a personal journal in order to let him lay his thoughts out and mull over what it is exactly that made him agitated in the first place. But now, without his dominant arm to write?

It's all chicken scratch. It infuriates him all the little things he can't do anymore.

It eventually gets to a point where, for lack of other options, Isa and Reginald decide to get into contact with Jack. At the very least, they're hoping he can help Milo to get used to having one eye, but he's going to have to adjust to having one less arm on his own unfortunately. Milo is extremely reluctant to leave the house at first, but eventually relents when Reginald agrees to stay with Milo the entire time he's in Beacontown.

The whole group heads off and to Beacontown, meeting up with Jack and Nurm and, after a brief explanation of the situation, Jack agrees to not only help Milo adjust to having one arm, but also offers to help Milo train his arm up to be stronger. After all, if you've only got the one arm to work with now, you'd want it to be strong enough to help carry or move things.

Meanwhile, Isa and Romeo have. Other plans. They meet up with Petra and Jay after encountering them in Beacontown, and after talking for awhile about Milo training with Jack and the whole situation surrounding that... It becomes pretty clear that Isa wants to hunt Cassie down and put a stop to her violence.

Namely, by killing her.

Jay isn't keen on trying to kill anybody, but agrees that it's probably the best course of action given she'd deliberately gone out of her way to come back and try to get them all killed, and ends up loaning potions and some enchanted weapons to Isa, Petra, and Romeo before they head off to search for Cassie. Before they leave, they tell Reggie and Milo that they're simply, 'Going on an adventure, to explore the overworld while Milo recovers'. He's sad and anxious that Romeo and Isa are going to be leaving for awhile, but doesn't voice any objections.

So while Petra, Isa, and Romeo are off hunting for Cassie, Milo and Reginald spend a decent chunk of time in Beacontown helping Milo adjust to his new disabilities. Over the course of Milo slowly regaining his strength and learning to work around the one arm and eye, he slowly starts to open back up and bits of his old personality come back in pieces.

After about a month or so, Reggie and Milo decide to head back to their house so Milo can stop being paranoid about everyone around them, and eventually, Isa and Romeo come back too. Don't ask where we've been.

The ending to this au isn't super concrete; I've never rlly been able to settle on anything I like past the point of Milo sorta-recovering and Isa + Romeo killing Cassie and coming back. I toyed with the idea of a polycule between Reggie, Milo, and Romeo, though I'm not wholly commited. (It is a very funny idea though)

I also thought about Milo being taken back to visit Sky City after all this time, though I'm not exactly sure what would happen from there.

Anyways uh insanity -throws confetti- i dont know how many words i typed but i hope you enjoy reading all of THIS mess

[rametarin]

Toxic romanticism fantasies.

Lets start with the easier and more familiar, lower hanging fruit of the toxic fantasies.

If you can't tell by my tone starting this conversation out, the following example of a way of thinking by a person is terrible and should be condemned as shallow, bigoted, histrionic, pathetic and terrible. Y'know, just to set the tone. I am condemning it and outlining it as something bad.

So, lets say you have a guy. This guy hears on the news that a black man climbed into a car and drove backwards down a Christmas parade, specifically going after whites, and treating it like a game. Where the white girls were a more valuable and higher score target, and children the highest. This guy is not the driver, he's someone that hears of this admittedly horrible news. This also isn't a purely fictional case, it's derived from events from a few years ago. I'm using it as an example and the one in which I'm using it is hypothetical.

But you see, this guy, he comes to the conclusion that, "Maybe if it's okay for YOU to do this to ME, Mr. Black Man, maybe I'll say it's time to start doing this to YOU, on the same basis, just multiplied by many times." He really just wants a justification to kill black people. An excuse. A narrative.

Now, clearly both are dead wrong, as wrong as murder, as wrong as mass murder is, regardless of what criteria separates one target from another. Clearly, bigotry expressed towards the discontinued existence of a people by their heredity is wrong, and I don't care if you believe it's miraculously more-wrong when it's one group of people specifically being targeted. It's all equally wrong. Being a minority just makes it potentially easier, but is not in itself criteria for it being "more wronger."

But, Reactionary Man puffs out his chest and starts murmuring rhetoric about doing it to "protect his people," starts talking about how maybe he and people that think like him should put the fear of god in, "those people," using slurs and insinuations that they could easily be hurt or killed if they felt like it, and waxing histrionic about race consciousness and such. Reactionary Man genuinely believes he sounds like some noble warrior doing it, that he, a singular man, is intimidating, and this aggressive, violent path being floated will somehow "scare them into benign behavior." Because ya know, sometimes ya just need to "show them who's the boss" while flexing your arms and playing out the fantasy that you're just so much bigger and stronger than another person, or group, they just need a reminder not to fuck with you.

And they brag about this genuine shitty mentality as if it's true and how the world works on that level, when this wishful thinking asshole knows the actual violent gangbanger types literally do not care, he'd just be terrorizing black suburbs and unaffiliated people and making THEM more interested in joining that siege mentality race-consciousness group. For their own safety. But maybe, some minority corner of his brain, he sees this as a positive, accelerationist development. Sitting there bragging about how "his group" will kill off Other Group and talking like he speaks for all white people, everywhere. He does not, but he may just successfully give that impression to people that don't know, or can't know, the consensus of what white people nationwide think.

You try to talk sense to them, and instead of acknowledge instigating race and instability and disunity would be bad, he instead waxes poetic about how you just need to "show bullies their place" like that would stop the sort of bigotry occurring here. As if him clubbing some random black man to death would scare the randos using their cars as weapons from mass-murdering. You speak passed one another because they're clearly uninterested in reality, so much as a reality they want to live in where they're right.

The Reactionary lives in a world where he'd be justified in some sort of race war of His People vs. The Instigators, for life and death. Because if that were true, it'd mean he could exterminate and it be self-defense.

He likely won't actually do it, but he may sympathize with a hate-mongerer that actually does it.

And statistically he would be right that if you don't use "majority lives don't matter/you can't be racist to white people" clauses in hate crime statistics, black people are easily just as apt, and more, to commit hate crimes than whites, despite the population disparity. Which just further is used to prove his stance (to himself, not universally) is correct. That he is justified. But no matter what statistics he gives out or justification, everybody understands this asshole is just looking for excuses to kill Other Group, because Other Group was looking for excuses to kill His Group.

Now, I told you this story in this particular way I did as an example, because what I'm going to do now is shame the shit out of some of you for thinking in this romantic, simplistic way. It's shit. And you're shit if you think this way.

However, it IS a different scenario, but the same principles apply.

So, there's this guy. He sees the entire medical system as problemed, and he believes the problem is capitalism. He proclaims the solution would be to make healthcare single payer and turn over control to the government, give it complete monopoly and "that would be that."

He does not care that it's far more complex than that. He does not care that our current healthcare system is caused BECAUSE the government partially seized it, and the reason prices are absurd is because the free market system has been seized and forced to operate within a government provided field wherein it will pay whatever fees and royalties the industry wants in order to get the results it desires. That the businesses MUST provide these services, regardless of the cost, or they'll legally be in deep shit and unable to function.

So the businesses, now armed with the government turning valves and pushing buttons to make it possible for corporations to do extremely selfish and monopolistic things, whether they like it or not, perform to function. The usual safeties and ethics are switched off, but not necessarily by the private enterprise itself. But by the federal system, that DEMANDS service and provision, no matter how unsustainable that service is at the time.

This forces the healthcare industry to create niches based upon the necessity, as they would not ordinarily have the funds and surplus in order to operate at that capacity without the government writing unreasonable checks. Because the healthcare they have been asked to provide for all, regardless of their personal ability to pay, is impossible.

They're allowed to bill individuals, and you are very harshly incentivized on penalty of losing your familial and hereditary wealth, to get medical insurance. If you don't, when you inevitably get sick or hurt, you will face the absurd costs and be made bankrupt and set back to Square 1.

Almost like some people that really want to redistribute wealth in the US planned it this way, or something.

The solution to this problem that the government sees? Why clearly they need to incentivize insurance by allowing them to have regional monopoly on provision of healthcare coverage, so they can bargain down the absurd costs of healthcare that the captured audience and market of the centralized mega hospitals say would be the bare minimum to keep the doors open and slinging medicine and surgery. Now unless you want to be picked clean like bones, you will have insurance or you will be bankrupt.

The hospitals, with their Little Demiurge doctors and surgeons, are told to charge whatever their talents are worth; The Little Demiurge doctors and surgeons then ask, "So our labor and technical knowledge is scarce. What is your life worth? And what is my penalty if I fail a surgery?" And adjust their price for the risk and reward accordingly. And, naturally, the price of surgery skyrockets. All applauded by the government, whom will now pay whatever they ask for the people that now cannot afford these services, whose price has been artificially skyrocketed by flooding a private enterprise system with the unlimited treasury of the government.

The entire system, from insurance providers, to healthcare providers, to doctors, to lawyers, is rigged to Make Outcomes. Even if that outcome is so unsustainable as to drain everybody's finances to make it possible. That ideological view that it MUST exist and "in order to exist, the burden MUST be distributed to the ALL," roasts the wealth into nothing.

And then they go, "I have a great idea! To fix this scenario, lets just turn it the rest of the way over to the government!"

After socializing healthcare just enough to where the for-profit parts are obligated to operate on big scales, providing services that would otherwise be too expensive for the technological and technical abilities vs. those who can pay and those whom can't, they decide the thing that fucked this system up isn't the demand to provide the unprovidable (at the technological and labor time), it's the necessity for medicine to turn over a profit to sustain itself and remain functional.

They do not want to even acknowledge maybe the reason the private enterprise parts are fucked up is because they're being forced to operate in a capacity and fashion that was impossible without blank checks from the government, they do not want to hear that medicine is inherently expensive and you can't just arbitrate that.

They want to hear that the problem is some rich, fat, selfish white middle aged to old man oinking about "personal responsibility" and also with Nazi paraphenlia in his bedroom, and that it's "an overclass" of CEOs and wealthy profiteers that are causing their sick family members to die, not the limitations of the system.

They want to hear the idea that the problem is purely one of rich vs. poor, because that is their romantic worldview. That the problem is simply and solely greedy upper class people raising prices because "no one will make them stop." And the fantasy of violence comes out that maybe if "someone," (like them), some hero, came out and flexed and killed "one of the piggies," it'd bring the rest of them into line and remind them "the little people can still kill."

We're just going to sidestep how these people are usually anti-gun until someone uses a firearm to assassinate a person they believe deserves being shot just for their existence, for now.

They really want it to be so simple as to imagine healthcare is overpriced because some Old Money White People are up there hitting a "raise price" button. They don't care that the system itself was made this way not by greedy private enterprise, but by ideologues that explicitly WANT the system to be unsustainable specifically so it collapses and they can demand the change they wanted all along from the rubble, filling the niche and leadership void.

They'll handily ignore the reality that this system is fucked not because "profit motive and corrupting megarich," but because the corporatist system is not accountable the same way private business is, and the government has an ideological incentive to look the other way when it wants something, and the only way that's attainable is when private enterprise has the funds to do it, by any means necessary. They then blame the reason it won't work without those absurd sums, because of the greed of the business. Not the pride of trying to operate at that scale.

They roll around in this disgusting fantasy of imagining "the little people" rising up against some Young Adult novel caricatures and the romance of burning everything down to cauterize away the poison and make everything kittens and rainbows. The idea that the problem is exclusively that healthcare is a business and not a utility or an obligate government monopoly. The only parts of the machine they care about are the ones that are incentivized to make the big bucks and do the morally filthy work of deciding which tragedies come to more gruesome ends, because there's not enough money in the entire pot to sustain them all.

They refuse to see reality outside that nice, convenient, theatrical Us Vs. Them, and in fact demand to live in that world where the only thing that's wrong is some Saturday Morning Cartoon Villain or afterschool special about bullying, is in charge, and that is the only problem.

Because they want that solution to be what works. It's not even about the outcome for them, it's about that specific fantasy. They WANT that direction to be necessary. Because it compliments their worldview.

So they roll around in their own little groups like happy dogs rolling around in their own shit, reaffirming their beliefs and excitement. Not unlike any other doomsday religious person sounds off and gives other religious LARPers something to play off of to affirm and make the desired reality more real, sharing that hope if they just try to live as if something is true, that it becomes true.

And in this case, that fantasy is if they just terrorize and antagonize the industry and tradespeople in healthcare enough with threats of violence, somehow that will fix everything. It all hinges on the idea the only thing wrong with healthcare is the amount of profit made, without taking into account the liability they face as well as the costs of doing business, as well as the government requiring them to take on more and more burden to make it somehow work.

And it doesn't. Because it can't. Because the government is asking too much and logarithmically so. And then business is being blamed because it can't provide everything for free, so clearly, the business is the problem.

A lot of things are fucked about the American healthcare system, but one of the greatest tragedies are we let ANTIFA types anywhere near the conversation on exactly how it's fucked, why it's fucked, and how to fix it. Anticapitalists cannot run a healthcare system that functions and manages to sustain itself, and just going, "we'll let the government pay the bill and use big strong daddy to wrangle in the price and make the big fat rich people eat trash >:3" is not the effective solution you want to imagine it is. It's simplistic garbage that tries to imagine the only thing wrong with it is that it's profit.

You're trying to moralize and run on principle, not a functional alternative, and no matter how unsustainable it is. That is a recipe for disaster. And this fantasy of being some hot blooded loose cannon solving problems with force like that's "standing up for yourself" rather than doing anything but being like a guy trying to solve hate crimes with violence and terrorism, needed to be reeled in.

You can't solve the problems with American healthcare just by shooting billionaires. Especially since the system is such that the billionaires, rich as they are, may as well be sacrificial lambs for you idiots to see as the cause, rather than the symptoms they are. Rather than the lowest hanging fruit. They are not the most detrimental or even most important parts of the system. In fact, because of the role they play as scapegoats and targets, they are the overfed canaries in the coal mine set up to be punched to give you idiots theater to watch.

In fact, they are such attractive targets so as to make you both complacent AND willfully ignorant as to the fundamental underpinnings that enable such abuses of our financial and healthcare systems IN THE FIRST PLACE. And many of you that follow anticapitalist points of view may even know it in your hearts. But you're playing along anyway, because real or fantasy, morally you believe centralized ownership of medicine is "the right thing" anyway. Regardless of what it does to make medicine and healthcare unaffordable, or lower quality. Morally, ideologically, that's the reality you want to live in. And the idea these problems only exist because it's not yet perfectly made a government utility or complimentary service due to rich people corrupting things is comforting and affirming.

Healthcare is not a problem that can be solved by threatening to butcher the wealthy. It may feel good to imagine. It's an unhealthy attitude to take.

What would help MORE is de-corporatizing healthcare. Allow private healthcare clinics. Turn public research to ways in which smaller, more regulation compliant pharmacy companies can produce drugs from theory to finished products and turn a profit for cheaper, entirely privately owned and run. Remove arbitrary regulatory rules that state we aren't allowed to make medical devices without using government owned, 1970s patents and pay massive royalty fees and just accept the medical devices market will be paying top dollar for titanium claws and wooden legs, because the government bureaucracy says so.

What would help MORE is more instances of companies like Samsung bulldozing regulatoy laws that say the government is no longer allowed to make it impossible for more than just one model of hearing aide to be marketed and sold, and instead allow private business to manufacture and sell disposable, cheap, perfect quality hearing aides the same as they do headphones, and apply that to other medical devices and products without the arbitrary markup of assigning it "medical device."

What would help MORE is to not kiss the asses of insurance and trying to centralize hospitals into megaliths that just represent centralization.

But that runs counter-intuitive to the big authority driven provider model these people want everybody else to be obliged to use and a single actor to interact with, where it's their way or the highway. They don't want a system that's affordable and MORE capitalist, with functional, healthy government regulation. They want healthcare to be obligate and something only those that pay taxes have to pay for. Serves'em right, the fuckers.

Because that is the Elyssian fantasy. Make it mandatory in the system that everybody else cook, so you can eat. And if they won't cook for you, enforce a system that says they must cook, and if they won't cook explicitly for you, you'll just grab the food before it goes in the trash. Take choice away and distribute the bill to everybody else. Because the idea a person pay their own bill is disgusting to them.

This dog and pony show is leading to a showdown of ideas, and it's clear to me they're trying to pad it to be as outrageoous and theatrical as possible for the narrative it's a rich vs. poor thing, rather than an ideologue that believes all services must come from the government ("society") in order to be valid.

[illustars-light-comic]

“THANK YOU ILLUSTAR WE WILL BE HERE ALL NIGHT”

*an Ask-Blog dedicated to the band Starveil and it’s individual members, and their goals and wishes*

Welcome to the concert hall! Located in a hushed forests of a state called Illustar. This concert hall is the home to the greatest band known to man Starveil. Even if the state is hidden from the rest of the world, thoes to know Starveil know true dedication and love to music.

Meet the Crew [all available for asks]

The Band members consist of 4 individuals, all closely known to many other characters in the story. These are the main characters.

Mintymug Latte [Protagonist and Lead Singer]

Darwin Latte [ Secondary Protagonist, Husband of Minty and Secondary Singer]

Vincent “Vinny” Whippette [ Mintys cousin and Lead Guitarist]

Valentine V.C Rosewater [ Mintys childhood girlfriend and Drummer]

Ivan and Lace Latte [Minty and Darwin’s children]

Roman and Sugar Rosewater [ Valentines children]

Pepper and Chiffon Whippette [ Vinny’s children]

Nasty people that have tried to breakdown the bands reputation can be seen wondering the state causing chaos or harm to those loving the band. Many hold personal vendetta towards the band. These are the villains.

Matiás Hernandez [Mintys First Ex Owner of a casino near the Starveil studio]

Flint Cañello [ Mintys second ex and active owner of catering company dedicated to Starveil]

Andrew Jacks [ Mintys Last Ex and radio host dedicated to slandering Emo and rock music]

Cavalier Hernandez [ Mat’s Husband and casino worker, active impersonator for band slander]

RULES OF THE BLOG

While my blog is for a more mature audience, it is separate from my NSFW content and SFW content, and any NSFW content will be hosted on different platforms to avoid younger audiences to see. I don’t allow any instigating of NSFW questions and scenarios, will block heavily if questions arise for NSFW content.

I hold my characters deeply and value their characterization, I do not allow anybody to dictate or change my content for their needs. Of you don’t like the way a character interacts I apologize but I will not bend backwards to change it.

I hold my project deeply to my heart but I am a content creator second, student first, I will not allow rushing or demand of fast content to be made on my personal well-being. I will do what I can to share my silly guys with you but be patient.

While I allow long scenarios a some Magic Anon questions I don’t allow scenarios where the story stops focusing on what I want you to tell. Respect when I say I ask for certain engagement.

My ocs have connections and history to each other and I don’t wish to eras that, I engage in doing alternate universe scenarios with them but canon is canon here, headcanons will be taken lightly or not taken at all depending. Don’t ask me to make proship or borderline illegal changes to my characters. Respect their family tree and connections to each other

I allow self shipping and system interjects but I will cease permissions if things get to the point where I am uncomfortable seeing any interactions I don’t approve of.

Please don’t make nsfw fan art of the children coded characters or nsfw art of the band members families together, I’m very choosy on nsfw fan art as a whole and request it’s not made.

I’m 20+ I don’t owe explanations to a block if you break the rules or disrespect my work, end of story.

If you make fan art I’d love to see! Tag the blog or my main @inkbite-arts and you’ll see it there!

If I need to address things I’ll break and use Mun Ghost, as well as using it if I am not playing any characters and answering questions alone.

FAQ

“Aren’t these cuphead ocs?”

No. They use to be but I decided to create something new and original for my own university thesis. The object heads you see are classed and categorized. I’ll make charts soon to share what lore they have.

“Will there be any animations to the story?”

Hopefully so, we have voice actors and comic boards ready but I’m only one person so it will take as long as it needs to

“Who is related to who?”

Soon enough I’ll make a chart dedicated to the relationships of each character

“Do I know [insert character here]”

Most likely! Most of the characters have been around for years and some have been given or traded to me and they now coexist with the story.

“Minty seems familiar”

He should be! He’s been my mascot and sona for many years, if you remember me from my old days hello! Hopefully the change to minty is a pleasant one to see!

“What do we call you?”

Fangs/Ghost, any questions not applicable to character interactions can be answered by Mun Ghost [me]

Refs and Lore [will update]

Mintys ref

Darwin’s ref

Vinny’s ref

Val’s ref

Logos and Props

Species sheet

Illustar State Map and Brochure

Mats ref

Flints ref

Andrew’s ref

Cavs ref

The family tree

Toy house Folder

The voices

Thank you for reading, if you want to see my other content my main blog is @inkbite-arts

I hope you enjoy the concert. [Mun Ghost]

[krikeymate]

People are very weirdly obsessed with Stab and everything surrounding it in the scream universe, so what if: There are forums online. (It's canon. We know that it's how Amber met Richie.) Some are less about the movies and more about the real-life events behind them. Tara is the first "opening kill" that survived, so there's a particular interest in her as a person. She's the exception. The anomaly. She shouldn't have survived, but she did. Maybe some religious fanatics say that she's chosen by god or something. It's kind of like a cult. Very weird. Very creepy. There's a thing going on to prove that the attacks are real and that Tara really is THE CHOSEN ONE. So people want pictures of her scars. They're willing to pay a lot of money for it. There are, like, two people on Tara's campus who constantly pester her. They try to convince her to let them take a few pictures of her body. They'd even give her a percentage of the money, they say. They get creepier and more intrusive every time. Tara is sooo creeped out by the whole thing. She doesn't tell Sam about it, though. She's almost certain that Sam would kill them instantly if she found out about it.

This is how we can have Ghostface vs Ghostface.

Cult of people who think Tara is some sort of chosen one for surviving, like she's some sort of ultimate final girl vs cult of people who think Sam is guilty but worship her, thinking she's some sort of ultimate Ghostface. They want Sam and Tara to have some sort of showdown, they accidentally - both groups working separately - try to orchestrate it, but the end result is the two of them stumbling across each other where they've been led, confused and obviously not going to fight. It instigates a bloodbath between the two groups and the girls don't even have to do anything, their 'enemies' take themselves out.

God, do you think Tara would ever be tempted? Like, she sees Sam working two shitty jobs, she's exhausted all the time, and now they're down a roommate and they need the money. Sam won't let her get a job, she just tells her to focus on her studies, and that it's not safe anyway. But Tara sees the way everything is weighing on Sam, and someone makes her an offer she can't refuse, sends her half up front, the other half when she sends a picture of her scars. And I mean, it's' not like they're getting off to it, right? It's not that weird, it's just... obsessed movie fans... it's not any weirder than make-up artists looking at pictures of real wounds, right? She tries to justify it to herself. She's uncomfortable, but it's for Sam, she's doing this for Sam. It's the least she can do, after everything Sam has done for her.