#doesnt read it . sticks in her head anyway

[nolanpatricksforcefemmedclit]

nolan patrick should’ve had a soy milk arc

[iknowyuu]

helloooo i was wondering if you could do a fanfic where the reader is clumsy please? like girl is so clumsy that even sieun gotta hold her mf hand so she doesnt fall like damnn... BUT YEA i hope this is a good idea 😕anyways i hope u have a good day, remember to not overwork yourself much okay? <33

kdrama! sieun x reader

// read req! around 1k words

note: shaki my fave. this ask is probably a year old LMFAOO, pero espero que disfrutas anyway !!!

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any outsider who happened to be looking into your life- whatever god that’s out there, whatever mysterious force that’s looking, controlling you like you were a sim had to be getting a laugh. in fact, they had to have been steadily laughing for at least a year now.

and for god’s sake, “ouch!” is not your favorite word!!

these thoughts ran through your head just as you bumped into the doorframe as you were attempting to enter your classroom. none of your classmates even looked up at the noise. they were all so used to your clumsiness that it became a daily routine. it was like a little warning that there was ten minutes left before class.

you make your way to your seat, pouting with your arms crossed. you don’t blink or move, even as the boy who sat beside you placed an ice pack on your desk. “thank you.” you mumble begrudgingly, placing it on your elbow.

sieun was like that, too— well, not the never-ending confusion in your balance as well as perception, causing you to constantly trip over invisible matter (air). it’s the consistency. every time you walked home from school together, you would trip over a pebble. every time the two of you were in the lunch line, you’d drop your money, trying to count exact change. i think you get the idea; he was like you in a sense that he expected it.

at lunch, you would constantly complain to sieun about it, telling him the amount of bruises or cuts you'd gotten that day. "sieunnnn," you'd draw out through your attractive pouty lips, sitting down at your usual table, waiting for suho and young-yi to arrive. "look at the paper cut i got. you'd think that my skin would've developed a thicker skin after the amount of times i've nearly died," you say dramatically. "it's so annoying.." you sigh, absentmindedly grabbing a hand of his, playing with his fingers. you sit next to him, placing an arm on the table, and laying your head on your arm, staring up at him.

he didn't say anything, only staring at the way you played with his fingers. he tried not to pay attention to the way you gave him butterflies, and from the way he only gets it from your touch. "it's so unfair. how come this never happens to you.." you ask dejectedly, bringing his fingers towards your lips. "or suho... or young-yi.." you mumble, kissing each of the pads of his fingers, before teasingly blowing at his pinky.

he snatched his hand from you embarrassedly, looking away with a deep blush on his face. "its your fault. you need to pay more attention where you're going."

you scoff. "my fault? are you serious? you know, i was never like this before i met you." you sat up. "it's your fault. maybe if you stopped looking at me with those eyes, stopped hanging around me, stopped looking so cute, and stopped living in my mind i'd be able to finally live my life pain-free." you say, heaving a heavy sigh just as you spotted your friends walking towards the table. the words that had just left your mouth instantly left your consciousness when you waved at them, giggling at the stupid face suho was making.

sieun, though, did not move. instead, he sat there, blushing and thinking.

yes, it's true. ever since the big-eyed introvert entered your life, you suddenly became less and less aware of your surroundings, yet more and more aware of the way sieun's hair would stick up in certain places after you ruffled it. or, even how the tip of his ears would light up red after you complimented him.

he didn't pay you (or anyone else) any mind at all when he was a school-obsessed nerd, but now that he has a social life for once, he was beginning to realize that you only treat him like this. you did not kiss the tips of suho's fingers, nor did you hold the waist of young-yi. it was only him.

these thoughts plagued his mind as the school day came and went, and as per usual, the two of you were walking home together. the sunset was just approaching, and the whole city was bathed in a golden hue, reflecting off of every surface to be found. the two of you walked side by side.

"sorry."

"what?" you turned to look at sieun with curiosity. "sorry for what?"

"for being the one who distracts you all the time. you always get hurt because of me." he says, looking down at the ground as the two of you continue walking.

"sieun.. i was just jo-" he interrupted you, "i should take responsibility for my actions." he said, boldly grabbing your hand and pulling you towards him, just narrowly saving you from bumping your shoulder into a pole.

"o-oh." you say. for once, you were the one who was embarrassed. it didn't last long though, as you giggled softly you interlaced your fingers with his. you miss the way he squeezes your hand, looking away with a faint smile on his face.

"it's about time." you whisper, looking down with a smile that was the opposite of his. noticeable and wide.

[boopiemadz]

Travis Martinez x fem reader post rescue that broke up in the wilderness and then reunite after and move onto a farm together and they get really soft with eachother like he’s cooking breakfast and she comes up behind him like resting her head on his back still disheveled from sleep. Idkk I hope this makes some sense lol also I love those social media posts you needddd to do more Travis x reader dating ones!!!<33

yesss I love domestic Travis sm. I spent way to long making backstory for this... so half of this is just set up that doesnt affect the last part whatsoever mb. so sorry if the pivot from kinda angsty breakup/ reunion to domestic fluff is sudden lol. anyways enjoy :)

[A quiet life]

Travis x !Fem reader

---

You crouched by the base of a tree, sifting through the scattered bits of wood Travis had gathered. The sticks felt damp in your hands, bending and twisting when you tried to snap them. “These won’t catch,”

“They’re dry enough,” he said with a shrug, brushing dirt off his hands. “Dry enough doesn’t mean dry. You need kindling that snaps clean. Otherwise, you can’t get a fire going.” He didn’t argue. Instead, he let out a breath and muttered, “Fine. I’ll go look for better ones.” And without waiting, he disappeared a few steps deeper into the forest. “Feels like nothing’s been going right lately.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, He shrugged, “Nothing.” But the weight behind the word made it feel like everything. 

You turned to look at him, the tiredness in his eyes catching you off guard. You changed the subject, trying to keep things normal, well as normal as it gets, you two hadn't really been 'talking' much lately. Mostly just sitting with each other in silence pretending everything is understood, but really it's not. “You holding up okay?”

“Yeah,” he said quickly. You didn’t believe him. You knew him too well. “You don’t sound fine.” He frowned, biting the inside of his cheek. “It’s nothing.”

“Travis...” you began, your voice softer now. “I can’t keep guessing. If something’s wrong, you gotta tell me. I can’t read your mind.” He looked away, jaw clenched. “It’s not that simple.” You sighed, frustration bubbling up. “No, no it’s not. But I’m tired of feeling like I’m the only one trying to make this work.”

He took a step closer, dropping the sticks he had just picked up, “You don’t get it. Sometimes, being around you... it reminds me of things I don’t want to remember.” You blinked, hurt flickering. Your heart tightened. “How am I supposed to help if you keep shutting me out?” You stepped closer feeling an uncomfortable sinking feeling boil up into your throat. “I’m not going anywhere.”

But the distance didn’t shrink as you stepped closer. Instead, it grew wider.

You paused, standing in that feeling, just looking into the eyes of a boy you once knew, now faded and worn, rusted like an old swing set. “Maybe we’re both too riddled with scars to keep this up,” you said finally, voice trembling.

He swallowed hard, the truth of your words sinking in. “Maybe.”

For a long moment, you both stood there in silence. The forest around you felt still, like it was holding its breath.

Then, without warning, Travis’s hand wrapped one of his arms around your waist gently, grounding you. He leaned down and kissed you, soft and familiar. You closed your eyes, letting the connection hold you together, if only for a moment. When you pulled away, your breath was shaky. “I don’t want to lose this, us, you.” he whispered.

“Me neither,” you said, your voice breaking. But the weight in your chest wouldn’t let you pretend anymore. “But maybe that love isn’t enough.”

His shoulders sagged with the burden. “I love you,” he said quietly. You shook your head slowly, tears pricking your eyes. “I love you too.”

You stepped back, the space between you growing heavy, but the haze lifted with the confession. No shouting. No anger. Just two people who loved each other enough to let go. The kindling lay forgotten at your feet as he walked away running his hand through his hair.

---

It’d been almost a year since the rescue. New Jersey felt familiar but strange, like a place you used to know, but everything had shifted underfoot. Twelve full months of hospitals, media silence, therapy sessions, long showers that never felt long enough. A year of pretending to be okay in public and unlearning how to brace for survival in private. You and Travis had both tried to find your footing, living separate lives but never quite letting go.

You’d called a few times over the months, short conversations that danced around old wounds and light memories. One cool spring afternoon, you found yourself walking through a quiet park near your apartment. The phone buzzed in your hand. You saw his name and your heart stuttered.

“Hey,” you answered, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Hey,” he said, quieter than you remembered. You talked about small things, work, the weather, the new coffee place that opened down the street. It was easy and awkward all at once. Then silence stretched between you, and you finally asked, “How are you, really?”

He took a deep breath. “I’m... better, I guess. Some days still hit harder than others.” You nodded, even though he couldn’t see it. “Same here.”

Over the next few months, the calls grew longer, more honest. You shared stories about the little things, new routines, bad days, music you’d discovered. And slowly, those phone calls led to texts, and then a tentative plan to meet.

---

Travis was sitting at the back of the small café, near the window, his knee bouncing under the table. He looked... older. Not in the way time ages someone, but in the way pain does. A little more shallow around the eyes. A little heavier in the shoulders. But still Travis.

You stepped in, the bell above the door giving a faint chime. The place smelled like espresso, and for a second, it all felt too normal. You gave a quiet nod, stepping over to the table. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he echoed, voice low. You sat down, shedding your damp jacket and trying to shake off the nerves. He was already halfway through his drink. You ordered tea. Chai. “Been a while,” you said after a beat.

He nodded. “Yeah. Guess I thought... might be good. To see each other. In person.”

“You texted me at like 1 a.m.” You say with a chuckle.

“Didn’t think you’d say yes.”

“I didn’t think you’d ask.”

A breath of silence. The city buzzed faintly outside, the storm creeping in. Thunder murmured in the distance. You glanced out the window. “Remember that time out there when Coach made you and Nat dig that shit-pit or makeshift outhouse or whatever, and you fell in?” 

Travis exhaled a half-laugh, shaking his head. “It wasn’t funny.”

“It was a little funny.” He gave you a look. “My ankle was swollen for a week!”

“And you still refused to let anyone help you walk back.” Travis muttered, “Didn’t want to look pathetic.”

“You didn’t.” You looked at him. “You just looked like someone who didn’t want to be seen hurting.” He paused. The air between you shifted slightly. “That night,” he said after a moment. “After that happened... you sat with me. By the fire.”

“I remember.”

“You didn’t say anything. Just... stayed.”

“That’s what you needed.”

Another silence. But not uncomfortable. He looked out the window again, watching the rain tap against the glass.

“Hard to believe that was... real,” he said. “Feels like a different world.”

You nodded. “I think about it a lot. In pieces.” He glanced at you. “You still have those dreams?” You hesitated. “Not every night. But yeah.” He nodded slowly, like he understood. Because of course he did. Your tea arrived, steam curling from the mug. You wrapped your hands around it, needing something to hold.

“I don’t know how to be around people sometimes,” you said quietly. “Like I’m pretending to be someone who knows how to live.”

Travis didn’t say anything right away. Then: “I get that. “Is that why you didn’t call for so long?”

Your jaw tensed, “I wanted to. I just... didn’t know what I’d say.”

“You didn’t have to say anything.”

Another long pause. Rain began to fall harder now, you checked your phone. “Shit. I didn’t realize how late it got. I walked here. Didn’t expect the sky to open up on me.”

---

“My car’s like four blocks away.” You say almost yelling over the sound of rain standing under the small awning outside the cafe. He glanced at you, expression unreadable for a second. “You’ll be soaked.” You gave a little shrug. “It’s just rain.”

“My place is closer,” he said. Then, quickly, “Not saying you have to come over. Just… It's like two blocks that way. You could dry off, warm up before heading out.”

You hesitated, but you saw no pressure in his face. Just the quiet offer of comfort. And maybe something else unspoken. “Okay,” you said softly. “Thanks.”

The rain was coming down in waves now. The wind tugged at your clothes, and you could already feel water soaking into your socks. Travis started walking fast, half-jogging. You followed, trying not to splash too hard in the puddles.

After a minute, you laughed, sharp and surprised. “You said two blocks!”

“It is!” he called over his shoulder.

“Feels like six!”

“That’s just ‘cause you walk slow!”

You let out another laugh, breath catching in your chest. You were dripping. Your hair was sticking to your forehead, your coat had given up, and your jeans were clinging to your legs. And still, you smiled. Because something about this, about the chaos of it, was ridiculous. That's when the two of you took off, running as if to prove something, like little kids chasing a daydream.

You passed under a flickering street lamp, light bouncing off the water on Travis’s face. He glanced back, and you saw it: the ghost of a smile. One that reminded you of a thousand moments you thought you’d buried.

But it didn’t last.

Your breath caught as the slap of your soaked shoes on the pavement triggered something deep in your chest. The wind. The cold air stinging your face. The feeling of running, fast and desperate, heart pounding, breath burning in your throat.

The woods. The nights you ran, not just ran, but fled. Fled from the terror of the nights spent hungry. The running and chanting, howling into the dark. The hunt. It all came rushing back in the sound of your footsteps. You slowed. You didn’t mean to.

Travis noticed a second later, turning around. “Hey?” You shook your head. He didn’t ask. He didn’t need to. He nodded, falling into step beside you instead of ahead.

You walked the rest of the way in silence.

---

By the time you reached his building, you were shivering. He unlocked the door and held it open without a word, letting you step into the warmth of the small lobby. The elevator clunked slowly up to the third floor. His apartment was just what you expected, small, a little sparse, but neat. You stood awkwardly near the door, dripping on the mat.

“You’re dripping,” he said, already heading to the bedroom. “Hang on.”

He came back with a t-shirt and sweatpants, both oversized and clearly well-worn. “Bathroom’s right there. Towels under the sink.” You hesitated. “Thanks.”

He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck like he wasn’t sure what to do with his hands. In the bathroom, you peeled off your wet clothes slowly, shivering as the cold air hit your skin. It was soft and warm. It smelled like detergent and something else, something uniquely him. You tugged the sweatpants on, rolling the waistband a few times to keep them from sliding down.

Back in the living room, you found him on the couch, changed into dry clothes himself. You hesitated in the doorway. He looked up. And stopped.

“I look ridiculous,” you said, half-smiling. “You don’t,” he said, voice quieter than you expected.

You hugged your knees loosely to your chest as you went to sit down on the floor leaning against the couch. “You remember that time back at the lake? Back in the summer, when Tai dared you to do that dumb backflip and you fell face-first into the mud?”

Travis blinked, surprised by the memory.

You laughed a little. “You were so mad at her, but also at yourself. Then you tried to act like it didn’t hurt.” He smiled. A real one. “It hurt like hell.”

“I know. You told me later that night. After everyone went to sleep.” He looked at you. Really looked. “I missed that,” he said. “Talking to you. Just… like that.”

Your throat tightened. “Me too.”

You didn’t know how long the silence stretched between you. Only that eventually, you felt his fingers graze yours. Not grabbing, just a touch. Barely there. You turned your hand over, letting your palm meet his. It was warm.

You looked at him. And that was enough. He leaned in slowly. You met him halfway. The kiss wasn’t desperate, it was soft. Familiar. Like putting on a song you used to love and remembering every word. When you finally pulled back, you kept your forehead against his.

“Does this mean something?” you asked quietly.

“I don’t know,” he said honestly. “But it doesn’t mean nothing.”

You sat there, holding hands, the rain still whispering against the window. And for the first time in a long time, it didn’t feel like pretending. It just felt like beginning again.

---

You wake up slow these days. Not because of exhaustion, but because you can.

The sun has already started to peek through the white curtains by the time your eyes blink open. Your cheek is pressed into the familiar cotton of Travis’s pillow, still holding the warmth of where he slept beside you, even though he’s already gone. Somewhere in the house, you can hear the faint clink of dishes and the low hum of music coming from the old kitchen radio. Fleetwood Mac, maybe. Something from that worn-down CD player Travis insisted still worked perfectly.

You smile sleepily and stretch, the soft quilt sliding down your arms. You’re in one of his long-sleeved shirts, oversized, frayed at the sleeves. Padding barefoot down the hallway, the creaky wood floor familiar beneath your feet. 

You find him in the kitchen, barefoot in plaid pajama pants and a thermal tee with the sleeves pushed up. His hair is a little messy, a towel tossed over one shoulder. He’s standing by the stove, focused, one hand flipping pancakes while the other stirs a pot of something on the back burner. 

“Hi,” you say, soft and a little groggy.

He turns, startled only for a second before a smile curls across his face. That sleepy Travis kind of smile. Half-curled, half-hidden.

“Hey. I didn’t wake you, did I?”

You shake your head as you cross the kitchen to him. “Smelled too good not to come find you.”

You wrap your arms around him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder like you’ve done a hundred mornings before. His body is warm, solid. Familiar. Home.

You stay like that for a few moments, your chest pressed to his back, the kitchen humming with warmth. It’s a rhythm now. It’s not something you’re holding onto out of fear. It’s just living. He flicks a little piece of scrambled egg onto your plate and sets the pan down with a soft clang. “Breakfast is ready.”

You pull away slowly and move toward the table, you sit down with a tired but content smile, watching him gather plates and cups. He pulls out your chair for you, a small, thoughtful gesture, and sits across from you. You begin to eat, savoring the simple food and the calm between you. It’s not flashy or loud, but it’s yours.

“Remember the first week after we got here?” you ask, voice light, eyes twinkling. “When you tried to fix the fence and ended up covered in mud?”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “I swear, that fence was out to get me.”

“You looked ridiculous,” you tease, biting your lip to keep from laughing. “I couldn’t decide if I should help or just take a picture.” He leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. “You took the picture.”

There’s a peaceful pause, then he clears his throat and says quietly, “I like this. Us, here. Like this.”

You nod. “Me too.”

A quiet moment passes, filled only by the gentle sounds of morning, the wind whispering through the trees, birds calling, the soft thud of hooves on the barn floor. You swallow hard and add softly, “Sometimes I still can’t believe it, you know? After everything… this little farm. It feels like a miracle.”

He reaches out, brushing your fingers with his thumb. You squeeze his hand before letting go, your stomach fluttering with a mix of nerves and peace.

After breakfast, Travis stands and begins clearing the table. You watch him move around the room with a quiet ease. He pauses near the doorway, turning back to you. “I’m gonna feed the animals. You want to come?”

You shake your head, “I’m good here.”

He nods and starts toward the door, then stops and looks back over his shoulder. Without a word, he crosses the room quickly, wrapping his arms around you from behind. You close your eyes as he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head. His breath is warm against your hair, grounding you in a way nothing else has.

“Love you,” he murmurs.

You rest your cheek against his hand, whispering back, “Love you too.”

Then he slips out the door, leaving the quiet stillness of the kitchen behind him. You watch the back of his head disappear down the path toward the barn, feeling the slow, steady calm of this place settle around you like a second skin.

---

You had been standing at the kitchen table, brush in hand, completely absorbed in the canvas in front of you. The afternoon sun poured through the window, casting a soft golden light that warms your skin, you carefully layered shades of blue and green, trying to capture the way the light hit the fields just beyond the farmhouse.

But paint had a funny way of getting everywhere. You glanced down at your fingers and noticed smudges on your skin. Then you realized you’d accidentally brushed your cheek with a streak of paint. You laughed quietly to yourself, it wasn’t the first time you’d ended up with more paint on you than the art you were making.

From the doorway, Travis had leaned casually against the frame, watching you with a small smile playing at his lips. “You’re a walking mess,” he said, voice low and teasing.

You grinned back, dipping your brush into a fresh pot of paint. “Messy is part of the process,” you replied, eyes sparkling. “Abstract art, right?”

He stepped forward and without hesitation, reached out to brush the paint off your cheek with his thumb.“Still messy,” he said softly, but there was no judgment in his voice, only warmth.

You leaned into his touch, the quiet closeness making your heart skip a beat. “I’m your mess,” you joked, voice playful but tinged with something softer beneath. “You better clean up before you ruin my furniture.”

You laughed, setting your brush down and wiping your hands on a nearby rag. “Fine, fine. I’ll clean up. But only if you help me.”

He grinned. “Deal.”

You both moved toward the bathroom, the space filling with warmth as the shower ran. The steam rose in lazy swirls, fogging the mirror.

You stepped under the water first, the heat wrapping around your skin like a welcome embrace. Travis joined you moments later, the closeness of his body against yours making you smile.

His hands found your waist, pulling you gently into him, and you closed your eyes as he pressed soft kisses along your neck. The weight of the world, the noise, the past, everything, felt like it slipped away there, in that quiet sanctuary of warm water and shared breaths.

Eventually, you both stepped out, Travis handed you one of his shirts, soft, worn in, smelling faintly of him, and you pulled it over your head, the fabric hanging loosely on your frame.

He pulled on a pair of sweatpants and sat down on the edge of the bed, watching you with a smile that made your heart flutter.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to you wearing my clothes,” he said, voice quiet and full of affection. You laughed and settled next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Guess that means you’ll just have to keep lending them to me.”

Later, in the living room, Travis flicked on the record player. The soft crackle of the vinyl filled the room, followed by a slow, gentle melody.

He reached for your hand without a word, fingers entwined with yours. You felt the familiar warmth spread through your chest as he pulled you close, guiding you into a slow sway. Your head rested lightly against his chest, and you listened to the steady beat of his heart, the sound grounding you in the moment.

He spun you gently, laughter spilling from your lips, and you grinned up at him, eyes bright. “Look at us,” he said with a teasing tone, “grown-ups dancing in the living room like teenagers.”

You smiled back, heart full. “Maybe we’re teenagers at heart.”

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling you close again. The world outside faded into nothing but the warmth between you, the music, and the quiet comfort of home.

You danced for what felt like hours, neither of you wanting the moment to end.

---

[thewebcomicsreview]

Hey hey, an upd8. Looks like Vriska leveled up from killing Jane. It's kind of hard to read some of these tier names, though. "Descent Horizon" is an a'ight one. Kind of weird that the non-pun one is the one we're one, though. Not even irons in the hellfire.

John sees some images of a Pumpkin Cake (What Cake?) and...himself as Mark Immortell from Pathologic? Is the idea that these are alternate realities?

Rose is freaking out at not being in a coma. The "Thanks for Playing" message being destroyed is a good gag in and of itself, but also a good visual for Rose's carefully laid plan to make Kanaya hate her before going brain-dead falling to pieces.

Panel from Narbonic

What the fuck, Jane survived having her head cut off?

Anyway, never mind that. It's Adult!Vriska. I guess being in Silhouette isn't stylishly hiding her Hell Tier form from us, she's literally all black when transformed.

KARKAT: BY THE BY, WAS TELLING ME VRISKA WAS BACK ON ANYONE'S AGENDA?

I went to check the epilogues to see if anyone had a chance to tell Karkat that Vriska's been back this whole time, but Homestuck.com is broke and they're not in the unofficial collection. I think Vriska appeared in Candy just in time to bang/kill Gamzee before HS2 started. God, no one ever tells Karkat anything. I guess the kids didn't mention it to Rose/Kanaya.

MEENAH: figured youd pop a vessel over it MEENAH: decided to keep that out of your briefs MEENAH: im the only one around here watchin your blood pressure MEENAH: and your briefs VRISKA: Don't mention it! VRISKA: Just one grown adult helping out another. VRISKA: I mean damn, Karkat, speaking of grown. VRISKA: Look at you! MEENAH: i know right VRISKA: You're like... yoked. MEENAH: i knowww right

Now that Jake English is god, Karkat is Jake English. Also Candy Karkat meeting Meat Karkat is going to be amazing.

JOHN: besides vriska looking like lucy liu from charlie's angels now JOHN: is that what the machine was for? making lucy lius? not that i'm complaining, but... KARKAT: OKAY, HOLD ON. KARKAT: SHE LOOKS WAY MORE LIKE SANDRA BULLOCK FROM A TIME TO KILL. KARKAT: OR THE INFINITELY BETTER MISS CONGENIALITY. KANAYA: Sure KARKAT: ACTUALLY, LET'S NOT TALK ABOUT MOVIES ANYMORE OR WHICH TWO COMPLETELY DIFFERENT WOMEN FROM A DEFUNCT ALIEN SOCIETY VRISKA WHO IS AN ADULT NOW MAY OR MAY NOT LOOK LIKE. JAKE: I think theyre both equally good, if were sharing movie opinions. JOHN: wait, are you naked under there? JAKE: Well,

While John/Karkat conversations are always great, what really makes this scene is Kanaya's "Sure". She's above this silliness, but she still has opinions.

MEENAH: step one we gut scale and filet this sea cow ROXY: !!!! JAKE: Shucks and shit, people, not sure whats left to try. JAKE: I mean look at her. MEENAH: tsk cmon kingfish what is this amateur hour? MEENAH: you blow all your gumption out when you were stalkin the battlefield like a human lens flare? MEENAH: clearly we gotta give this dirty girl a bubble bath JAKE: Er, id rather not. JAKE: Ive been twenty thousand leagues under that particular sea more times than a fellow might care to remember. MEENAH: oh yuck MEENAH: im talkin bout dippin her in acid JAKE: Oooooooh! That should work! JAKE: Or if it doesnt we could give her the ole mummy treatment. JAKE: Jade did a bang-up job with dave... JADE: aww thank you! JOHN: or we could just smash her with a hammer. JANE: Mmf????? VRISKA: Hey, so- KARKAT: LOOK, AS MUCH AS I'D LOVE TO SPEND THE REST OF THE AFTERNOON TESTING OUT VARIOUS CAPITAL PUNISHMENTS ON JANE'S HEAD UNTIL SOMETHING STICKS, THERE'S AN ANNOYINGLY VAST ARRAY OF VITAL INTEL WE NEED FROM HER FIRST. ROXY: wow okay can we pause for a second JOHN: yeah, what kind of intel? ROXY: not what i meant!! KARKAT: DO YOU KNOW WHERE JANE'S HEAD KEEPS HER POLITICAL PRISONERS?

I just wanna post snippets of dialogue and say they're good. These are fun characters and they have fun chemistry and we basically have not just let them riff for the entirely of HS2 or the epilogues.

Also, obviously John's plan is a hammer. Even now, he can't let Homestuck 1 go.

KARKAT: DO YOU KNOW ANY OF HER PASSWORDS, FOR THAT MATTER? JOHN: i guess not. SOLLUX: i do. KARKAT: YOU DO? SOLLUX: yeah. SOLLUX: the passw0rds, anyway. SOLLUX: problem sleuth with a zer0. SOLLUX: honk undersc0re enjoyer sixty six. SOLLUX: imwithher. SOLLUX: id0whatiwant<3 JOHN: this guy again. JOHN: why are you even here?

Oof, the Hillary Clinton reference there. I know a lot of people accused Jane of being a blatant Trump analogue, was she meant to be Hillary Clinton this whole time?

Also, bantz aside, Jane is the Maid of Life. Can't she just, like....get better? Stick her head back on that body and be good?

Anyway, Vriska explains that Candyland is doomed and everyone here is going to die as the Black Hole collapses without Alt!Calliope sustaining it.

VRISKA: 8ut, as I said, I can get all you guys out of here! Hell Tier gave me a pretty comprehensive lay of the land, metaphysically speaking, and we can move on from this 8ummer aaaaaaaaltogether. KANAYA: Including The Children KANAYA: ? VRISKA: Of course! That's actually where shit gets real interesting. VRISKA: Turns out they're all needed on the other side, for a very, very special game. JOHN: wait, you don't mean... VRISKA: Oh, 8ut I do. JOHN: :D JADE: D:< JADE: NO WAY! JOHN: what? JOHN: why not?

God, I really do love John's midlife crisis manifesting as Homestuck nostalgia. He's so fucking hyped to kill his kids!

VRISKA: I'm... normal now.

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Vriska literally walking out of the comic is a good visual.

Oh god, what is this.

Let's start with "You are coming". I presume it's not another Meat/Candy choice and it's just who's splitting up where.

Oh wow, only the kids go, and it's mostly only Yiffy that wants to. Meanwhile, in the other path

JOHN: we have to go fight dirk! JAKE: Erm. JAKE: Fight him? JOHN: he's obviously like... the new bad guy! CALLIOPE: oUr friend dirk...? JANE: HMMHMHMM?? ROXY: john ROXY: wt actual f are you talking abt JOHN: roxy, this is our do-over! JOHN: our meat! MEENAH: nobody wants to hear about your meat man

John's midlife crisis being nostalgia for Homestuck is funny, but also it's so goddamn sad. He doesn't actually care about any of this, he just wants an adventure.

KANAYA: What Did She Say JOHN: well... we were kinda talking about how messed up every thing was on sort of a fundamental level, and she basically said she was happy every thing was shaking out as it has been? JOHN: which was nice to hear in the moment, but when you think about it for a little longer, people have died? KARKAT: YES, JOHN. KARKAT: QUITE A FEW FUCKING PEOPLE HAVE DIED. JOHN: also that she's been married twenty years, but also not? JOHN: it was all kind of over my head, but also i sort of get it. KANAYA: Takes A Depressed Dissociative Cop-Out To Know One I Suppose ROSE: I think I'm going to be sick. KANAYA: *FUCK*

Of all the Candy characters, John is the one acting the most like his original characterization, and that makes him the most fucked-up one of all.

JOHN: no offense, jade, but you're right behind rose on the crazy train. JOHN: you can't even be trusted to be normal around a dead body. JOHN: OR TO NAME A BABY.

He's got a point there tho

JOHN: and i've been really trying, but no matter what, it all seems kinda ... dumb and random? KARKAT: OH, I WOULDN'T SAY THAT. JOHN: what do you mean? KARKAT: JADE'S A PATHETIC PATHOLOGICAL LIAR, BUT SHE'S NOT STUPID. KARKAT: NOTHING ABOUT ANY OF THIS IS RANDOM. KANAYA: ? KARKAT: TELL ME, WAS A KID NAMED "YIFFANY LONGSTOCKING" A JOKE DAVE MADE, OR DID YOU JUST *THINK* HE'D FIND IT FUNNY? JADE: are we seriously talking about this NOW? KARKAT: THE ONE THING HE EVER STOOD HIS GROUND ON. KARKAT: AND YOU COULDN'T EVEN LEAVE HIM THAT, COULD YOU? JADE: its not that simple! KARKAT: SHE LOOKS LIKE HIM! THAT'S, WHAT, A HAPPY ACCIDENT? KARKAT: THERE WERE A WHOLE HELL OF A LOT OF WILLING, UNMARRIED WOMBS OUT THERE, BUT YOU JUST HAPPENED TO STUMBLE INTO THE CLOSEST ONE THERE IS TO DAVE? KARKAT: WOW!!! KARKAT: LUCKY!!! KANAYA: Huh

I really do love the Jerry Springer-ness of Candyland. All these people are so unbelievably fucked up, too busy fighting over stupid shit to notice all their kids went away and left them in the doomed timeline.

KARKAT: I HAD A LIGHT PLAYER RUNNING ESPIONAGE FOR ME AND IT STILL TOOK US FIFTEEN SHITTY, GRUELING HUMAN YEARS TO WIN THIS EMBARRASSING RUBE GOLDBERG TRAVESTY OF A WAR. KARKAT: ALL THOSE WEAK-ASS PROGNOSES... MUST'VE BEEN A REAL RIOT! ROSE: Karkat, please... I never tried to hinder the war effort... KARKAT: YOU MUST'VE USED UP ALL YOUR HINDER QUOTA ON SABOTAGING YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR FUCKING WIFE THEN. KARKAT: BUT HEY, WORKS FOR ME!

A lot of the time Karkat's not really mad, it just reads as angry because his text is all-caps, but he's out for blood today, Christ.

KARKAT: AND NOW, KANAYA FINALLY KNOWS THAT YOU AREN'T FUCKING GOOD ENOUGH FOR HER. KARKAT: YOU NEVER WERE. ROSE: *Sniffle.* KARKAT: ARE YOU CRYING? KARKAT: WHAT THE HELL. STOP THAT. KARKAT: YOU DON'T DO THAT. KANAYA: I Think Those Might Actually Be Real Tears ROSE: *Sob.* JOHN: see? JOHN: this is what i mean. JOHN: the only reason why things are even remotely better now is because of karkat. JOHN: he's like the only guy capable of putting all of us in our place when we start acting insane! JOHN: and... he's the only one that won't be around forever.

See, like, I know I said I like the banter, but that's because I don't exist in this fictional universe. John does, and acting like Rose being reduced to literal tears is "better" than that not happening is fucking insane.

JOHN: listen, i've tried taking roxy's advice. JOHN: i have been paying attention, i've been involved, and i can't shake this feeling that maybe, there is such a thing as too much freedom.

John going insane while at the same time turning his back on "Freedom" is going to drive the Classpect Inversion theorists wild. I can hear BladekindEyewear from here.

ROXY: john! JOHN: i'm glad you've been happy roxy, you've done so well for yourself. JOHN: but... that doesn't change the fact that none of you are good people. JADE: because youre so great??????? JOHN: no, not at all! JOHN: that's my point, i only had like half a foot in my own kid's life for ten years! JOHN: and i was a real jerk to you guys. JOHN: ugh, i even emotionally cheated on my wife. ROXY: exsqueeze me? JOHN: and honestly i don't even know how old she was. JAKE: Dude.

What in the fuck is happening? Is John saying he wanted to bang....Vriska? What the fuck is he even talking about.

JOHN: and i think the last time i did was when we were all in the game. JOHN: that's when we were all at our best! JOHN: right? JADE: john! JADE: WE ALL DIED! JOHN: that didn't even happen to this you, don't pretend like any of that affected you! JADE: of course it did!!! JOHN: ?????? JADE: OH MY GOD.

What? What is John talking about? Of course Jade died. She died the most of any of you and she went to Squiddlehell.

God, this art of Dave's corpse is so fucking creepy.

JADE: you keep talking about something being wrong with us, yet not once have you asked yourself what we all have in common!!!! JOHN: you can't blame the game for everything. JOHN: playing it saved us! JADE: children shouldnt have to make other children, or kiss the corpses of their friends, or know what it feels like to die!!! JADE: the kids have a chance here, john. JADE: to grow up like real people do and be... actually FUCKING normal! JOHN: jade, your daughter has dog ears and a tail. JOHN: she's never going to be normal!

This fight is really well-written because both perspectives are absolutely insane and steeped in fantasy nonsense and yet it still feels really uncomfortable.

Also John had that coming.

Bro, this art is so good. Screenshotting it doesn't really do it justice.

YIFFY: FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tch. Obviously this would be her first line.

JOHN: we have to kill dirk.

John, she left. Like...she's gone. The only bus out of Candyland and you missed it. You've gone completely mad.

And you're the most interesting you've ever been.

[anuninterestingperson]

truth scrapper trailer theorycrafting extravaganza (part 2 - the truth scrappers guild and the dwell)

if you didn't see my first post: i spent many hours yesterday thinking about truth scrapper and now i'm making it your problem (upon request). this part will focus on the purpose of the truth scrappers guild and miscellaneous thoughts about the dwell!

as mentioned in part 1, i'm only going to post stuff i personally said for the other folks in the server's privacy, and focus primarily on my own thoughts so that i don't take credit for others' without showing them. but definitely keep in mind other people were there and saying so many interesting things and we were pinging off each other a lot, so a lot of my thoughts were inspired by the other very smart very fun people talking! also note that alt text has been provided for all screenshots if they get hard to read anywhere. anyway let's get right back into it o7

[part 1] [part 2 - you are here!] [part 3]

truth scrappers guild

my thoughts about this changed a lot throughout the day as i read more information and especially after reading adrienne's interview later in the day, but i'll post it all anyway haha

EDIT: adding some more thoughts from today

this isnt wholly off from some of the stuff i was saying yesterday but. thinking more about the truth scrappers guild. the intern says they're always willing to accept people in need, which means there probably wasn't some Event in the singular that people want to forget, but perhaps there's some sort of overarching series of events beyond the normal bad life stuff...like, say, some sort of spreading mind disease or contamination like in an eldritch sense, something that would make forgetting not only a want but literally a need. sort of like in a medical way, where you couldn't survive or at least stay the same without forgetting? perhaps some sort of mental contamination that revealed a Truth about the world that nobody could bear, and the guild scraps that truth for you. the research could either be how to make that happen, how to make it more effective, or how to combat the source of that Truth?

if that were to be the case i wonder how sosotte would come in, what would be the utility of forgetting daily if any. came too close to the Truth? something around her continuously exposes her to it, either it's something on her person / attached to her in some way / something she emits herself...? and losing will for the rest of the guild folks in the dwell could be related to it too--perhaps learning something more about the Truth that shows they're just sticking their heads in the sand in some way. maybe the Truth is important to know and hold onto and they're not doing anything by pretending it doesnt exist. maybe the Truth will destroy them someday regardless of whether they forget. maybe everybody who learns the Truth becomes a source of contagion and they're isolating themselves so they don't subject anybody else to it or something

honestly i feel like that's all a little too simplistic somehow (like...in the sense...that it makes the antagonist sort of too clear-cut? ah yes truth bad-good. but there's only one singular enemy, as opposed to if they all wanted to forget isolated events in their lives which would tie more directly into a, like, mental health narrative.) but idk i was thinking about it anyway (perhaps i've read too many infinite flow webnovels with eldritch enemies recently lol) so there y'all go anyway

the dwell

thanks for reading again if you did! the next and final part will focus on theories about amour & betz and observations about repeated symbols within the world

[the-housenextdoor]

Hello to the rp blog ooc! I'm new to this and I've just joined the rp! I'm still kind of new to this whole thing since I'm new to tumblr in general. But I'm really excited to join! I'm really only gonna play as an oc. But my name is just S or Sophus if you call me ooc.

I have now figured out how to run a blog! So this will be it! Joy!

For those who are unaware of the lore I will have it copy pasted here!

Oc Lore:

His name is Maverick Madlock and he's just a teenager (around 16) who lives next to John. His father and mother are strict devout catholics. Maverick is a rather serious teenager. He doesnt have many friends (or any at all). The local kids say that he does live up to his name of being "mad". The adults think he's sick in the head. Honeslty he might be. He's very good at putting up a perfect "good christian boy" front in the presence of adults. Yet they know how he acts anyways. Behind closed doors.. He's a demon from hell. He hangs around the local church often. Praying the rosary. Reading a bible tabbed and annotated in every margin in messy slanted cursive. God knows who this kid is. He's a perfect little angel really. Few have really seen the demonic fire that rages inside of him. (I have been writing Maverick to have sociopathic tendencies but I am going to research ASPD (Anti Social Personality Disorder) more to make sure I am not being in any way incorrect or offensive to those who have the mental illness! I do not want to make the mental illness seem villianized in any way! Many people with ASPD actually do live a normal life with proper medications and therapies! The only reason I will write my oc in this way is because the timeline most takes place in the late 80s without much knowledge on the mental illness. And because Maverick's parents don't know how to handle his behavior so they let him run wild. Thank you! And dont be afraid to inform me if I do write something incorrectly!)

Family Matters:

Mother and Father are strict Catholics. They live two houses down from John Ward. In that cute little red brick family home with the white picket fence. Truly the American dream. Father's name is Sebastian Madlock. Mother's name is Agatha Madlock.

Looks for Maverick:

He has inky black hair that falls to the nape of his neck in extremely unruly, fluffy layers. He had the same unruly curtain bangs framing his face. His hair a mess of waves and soft curls and fluffiness yet still tame enough to look proper. He has softer facial features than most boys his age. He had extremely tan and sunkissed skin not to mention his skin was littered with freckles. Literally. He had freckles all over his body from what it seemed. His cheeks, forehead, face, neck, collarbones, chest, arms, legs, waist, etc. The brown flecks absolutely covered his skin in large constellations. He always wore a dark black collared shirt with black dress pants and black Doc Martens on the days were they got to be out of uniform. He wore a saint necklace of Saint Agatha of Sicily. The Saint he had chosen for his confirmation. He has cold brown eyes that genuinely appeared black. Maybe they were black. No one ever got close enough to tell. They were harsh and apathetic. Observing and sharp. He's watching. His nails were short from biting them constantly. Bleeding at the edges sometimes. He has a look of perfection and messiness. Two sides of that same coin.

(He looks exactly like his mother for reference. Like a mini-me of her!)

Thank you! Super excited to rp on this new blog!

Adding a few bits of information!

I unfortunately cannot color code my character because I am on mobile and most of the colors have already been used. I will simply stick with a bold text to identify Maverick.

Maverick will be bolded.

His parents (Sebastion & Morana) will be italicized.

Also he volunteers at the Open Arms Shelter because his parents forced him because they often can't handle how he acts.

[localbisexual333]

arcane season 2 theories pt 2

ok first spoilers ahead

Second it was totally worth waiting 3 years for season 2 bc of how amazingly awesome it is

Part 2 aka the newest 3 episodes are even better than the first 3 which i didnt know was possible

Okay future me here im so srry i didnt post theories for pt2 of arcane season 2 i got eeally busy and didnt remember till i was almost done watching episode 7

Anyway loved the final 3 episodes and they are def my top 3 favs of arcane as a whole

Next if you havent watched danny motta's reaction to arcane season 2 so far watch it its funny and he isnt prepared

Now for my theories and whatever on what's next

First off - jayce and victor are never going to get rid of the gay for each other rumors. Like the scene in episode 2 and the end of episode 8.... those rumors are gonna stick around

Then an alternative universe with ekko and power/jinx falling for each other is so cute and i wish the main ekko and jinx were able to have that

The alternative universe thanks to the arcane transporting them explains how the different outfits characters in the game can have work its all thanks to the arcane (i dont play but there was a theory on game theory about arcane season wondering how it was gonna work). Also episode 7 is probly my fav

A quick break for what some of the spinoffs could be - mel with her powers and dealing with black rose and all, vi and cait, ekko maybe trying to get jinx back using magic or something(like wanda in wanda vision), finding out if hiemerdinger is alive cause he disappears but doesnt reappear like ekko does, if jayce and viktor are alive or dead, sevika maybe becoming part of the new council, fish guy training new enforcers and dealing with the remaining shimmer, singed's daughter being alive and looking like the people viktor saved. There are even more possibilities but thats what i came up with.

There are a lot of parallels too, like in the alternative universe vi was dead and in the main one jinx dying. Maybe one of them always had to die for there to be peace. Vi hums the song young jinx sings in the very first episode. Jinx drinking and liking orange juice like her mom. Vi seeing vander in season 1 and jinx seeing slico. Alternate universe silco talking about forgiveness and cait kinda forgiving jinx. And more but thats what i thought of off the top of my head and what i remembered

In another post I'll talk about the apocalypse alternative universe jayce was in but the final thing i want to mention is mylo and clagger in the alternative universe

When mylo looks at the dj girl claggor looks at him in a way i think is a little gay that could just be me but i wanted to mention it and as i write this i thought of something else to mention but i forgot. I'll post about whatever it is when/if i remember

If you read till here thank you and have a great day/evening/night and share anything you want in the comments

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May I please have a request of head cannons of TADC crew dealing with a clingy kid reader

Like two of them are basically plushies (Jax and Ragtha)

And please do take your time

TADC cast x clingy!kid!reader (platonic!)

YAHOO!! my back hurts but its okay because i drew my oc looking... (checks notes) "cunty" (doesnt know if theyre using the word right) anyways gonna knock out a few more requests; got that one friendship is witchcraft song playing on loop in my headphones so im typing like a speed demon rn RAAAAAAh

CAINE:

honestly hes probably the same with you, though like. with his eyes; he keeps an eye on you at all times. like i can easily caine being kind of negligent when it comes to kids and letting them get into harms way, but i also adore the idea of him fretting over you and trying to keep you safe. does not mind your clinginess, not one bit. always keeps close in IHAs, in fact we may even be able to joke that hes now a participant in his own games! he does it for both of your comforts, and to make sure you dont get hurt.. in cases where he cant be around, for whatever reason, he promotes bubble to babysitter to keep an eye on you; i think! reads you bedtime stories every night

POMNI:

i think i may have mentioned this a few times but pomni can get a little uncomfortable around kids; kids can be really wild and/or horrifically honest with no filter and pomni does not have the mental strength to cope, digital world or not/lh

with that being said it would take her a while to get used to you gravitating around her; i dont think she would tell you to leave her alone though. i mean, she tries to put herself in your shoes. shes losing her mind in this place and shes brand new and a grown woman. how is this effecting you? so she sticks around and just. embraces it, i think. probably checks in on you when you go to bed... kind of pauses when you ask her to stay, be it because you dont want her to go or because youre scared of monsters under the bed i think she would ultimately stay by your bed in a chair and watch over you

RAGATHA:

good news for hugging her, shes very soft thanks to the fact that shes literally a doll! honestly its rare that she would tell you to step aside so she can do something; plus like caine she generally likes to keep an eye on you to make sure youre not getting into trouble or danger,,, makes you plushies so you hang onto them when shes away and you miss her. like caine she also has a bedtime routine with you. maybe its because i just watched some adventure time today, but the ritual would be similar to sweet p's bedtime ritual (bedtime cheek kisses, tucking in, reassuring that youre loved ect ect ect) idk i just think ragatha would have that kind of energy when caring for a kid reader, clingy or not

holds

JAX:

one of the two characters who might get annoyed by your clinginess, especially in the beginning (oh boy i sure wonder who the other one is (looks at zooble)) and he might try to push you away and shoo you when you try to stick around him. might feel a little bad when he sees the sad look in your eyes when you turn away and walk away. jax, feeling bad for once? now thats rare

might try to bond with you by trying to teach you his ways of trickery; no one wants to see a kid sad, especially in a place like this and i dont think jax would be immune to your pouty face. older brother and little sibling dynamic, i think! i genuinely cannot see jax being fatherly, tbh

KINGER:

DAD KINGER DAD KINGER; do i need to say more? honestly kinger is very clingy himself with the people he cares about, given that hes lost so much he wants to make sure that those he cares about are still safe and sound. if anything, you might be the one asking him to dial it down a notch!/j

lets you snuggle up into him during bedtime stories, i think! like while the others who read to you would be sitting on a chair next to the bed, kinger would be close enough for you to lean into him if that makes sense. generally very sweet to you too, i think!

ZOOBLE:

the other one who would be a little annoyed by how clingy you are, again, especially in the beginning. zooble seems to really value their own personal time and space so its likely that they would try to set up a boundary; so you probably arent going to be able to spend every waking moment with them... that said i dont think they would exactly be... mean to you... like they dont hate you, they just tend to get irritated by small things! makes very clear communication, which is an important thing to learn! teaching moment! also cannot see them picking up a parental role, i can see them being the cool but angsty older sibling tbh. probably kind of freezes up when you hug them but does not push you away. does care deeply for you, just shows it in their own unique way

GANGLE:

oh you probably accidentally drag her around without fully meaning to! i mean im not sure how old the reader is, but lets say theyre on the younger side and they dont fully. mean to just drag gangle across the room. i mean its not like youre dragging her across the floor, at least! plus gangle is just so light, given that shes totally made of ribbon in the digital world. she doesnt really mind all the much, though... even if she did im not sure if she would speak up... lets you come and go into her room whenever, since sometimes you just miss her and she has enough trust in you not to mess with anything + sometimes you guys do arts and crafts together! yipee!

[pigskinmask]

please tell me about your oc im begging

Well finally mlady has A Name. Not her name but a name: Mrs. Liubov. I think it'd be funny for her lore if she never reveals her real name to any of the contestants, but I also just can't find a name that suits her (to me).

I also said that her skills are more or less effective on certain characters, and I think that her skills would be less effective on O'saa, Daan, and Karin, and more effective on Levi, Olivia, and Marina, with mixed results on Abella and Marcoh.

Overall I think she'd have a closer bond with Levi (cough cough codependency bc of her dead son and Levi's whole being orphaned cough), and Marina just bc having a cool mother figure that isn't afraid to kick ass in the death game (and that you can rely on) is nice. Tanaka, Marcoh, Daan, Abella, and Olivia are also cool with her bc shes very reliable and mild mannered (for the most part) while not letting people walk all over her. Caligula hates everyone and Henryk thinks she reminds her of home. <- Mom things

On the other hand O'saa and Karin are not fans of her, O'saa bc he can tell something is up with her and Karin can smell a liar from a mile away. They don't know what she's hiding but they both know she's hiding something. Samarie on the other hand is the only one that knows bc of the whole mind reading thing, but if Samarie was actually playable she'd probably stick to Liubov like glue. They both killed in misguided self defense for someone they love and Samarie understands why they've both done what they have. August doesnt really have an opinion other then a respect for her fight to stand up for her son .

Then there is Pav. Oh Pav. Liubov hates Pav. At first. Y'know her son was probably killed by a Bremen soldier and she isn't a fan of that and Pav literally does not care but she isn't about to just let him walk away. Pav thinks shes worse then Karin. Liubov ends up having a soft spot for Pav if she finds out he's actually Voronyian, but they bicker like siblings. Liubov doesn't mind bc it reminds her of her family back home, but otherwise she'd let him die in the street if she never finds out about his past.

I also want to touch on her relationship w Levi bc she has the whole projecting her dead son onto a boy who has been through Too Much. She wants to take care of him like that's her kid so she ends up doing stupid shit like getting him heroin bc this is codependency and her not moving on. Levi doesn't mind much even if he knows she just sees her son in him bc he's never really been doted on since his mom died and if he gets heroin out of it it's like a double win to him, all he has to do is make sure she doesn't get killed. Fucked up shit I know but it is what it is and this is Termina.

A final tidbit of info: Liubov is 42 years old making her one of the older contestants. And it's probably obvious but she never tells anyone about her whole husband killing scenario (other then involuntary thinking it around Samarie) but she isn't afraid to kill in Termina if someone finds out about what she's done or hurts any of the younger contestants. She is especially fond of the idea of bashing in Caligula's skull and smacking Henryk upside the head.

Anyway I'm rambling about my self made blorbus heres some companion art featuring her original outfit:

[richardsphere]

Watching Climatiqueen

Headed into the first episode of the season, as the sixth episode to watch. (because nothing makes sense in this franchise) --- Ok so to start: Im on the page and im seeing the end-of-episode splash-art. Either this is a new character, Aurore has had a major overhaul, or the people who headcannon Adrien as Trans are about to rejoice quite loudly. (I think that this is probably either a new character, or an Aurore Redesign. But they look very Adrien, and the light makes it hard to see if the eyes are blue or green so that isnt helping) ---

Rose with the Unipony. Why does this read like an Ad? Has Kitty Section got itself a sponsorship? Did Rose sell out to RothToys Industries?

Ok so its an Aurore redesign. (good for her, sorry Trans Adrien fans, you'll have to stick with headcannons). Oh Chloe is back. She's claiming to grant wishes now? (and is clearly resentfull of the heroes... with a notable exception that she mentions Unicorns? which seems to be unrelated to any existing hero. Also no mention of Cat's. Is that Alec? I'll be honest, his wig looks weird, but He do Him. Ok Plagg and Adrien are alone. There is no timepressure, nobody about to enter the room and the Big Lie has just been brought up: Will Plagg's writing actually acknowledge the fact that Plagg knows the truth. Or are we going to have to invent some kind of "timetraveler stole Plagg's Memory" theory, because all Plagg's appearences this season have seemed to go out of their way from even acknowledging the fact that Plagg knows. Nope. No acknowledgement besides Plagg looking sideways in worry for Adrien being sad. Also Marinette is gone for some reason, Maybe this takes place during a summer vacation or something? --- Ok Marinette is still just home? So i guess "wait for you to arrive" just means Marinette is going to come over to his place. The Melodramatic tone of that line did not match with the degree of Marinette's absence. She's going to some kind of workshop?

French Plagg looks weird. And i dont like the flanderisation in this scene, continuing the "Plagg=cheese" thing and nothing more. Nathalie being a supportive mom is nice. Adrien doesnt know what he wants.

--- Placide with the hose. Ok so she's just going to Adriens place after all, not a workshop? Seriously what the heck are even the plans? This is mixed messages all over the place.

seven out of a hundred in one greeting... Marinette switches from French Pronounciations to an english-pronounced "fantastic" (which is weird, i remember from my french classes that the french also just... have 'fantastique', so the loanword feels redundant?) Ok like the little picture of Sublime playing the violin in the background, before turning to what apears to be a depressed Lila? --- Aurore is depressed as well. (did she get fired from her weathergig? I know she lost the contest but i think i remember them co-hosting anyway?)

I like that Placide has decided to just... carry a pressurised water-backpack with him.

Ok so we're meeting this Aglae character now. She looks like a vampire. Also it seems that she isnt sad about anything in her life but just... trying to win Chloe's Contest for 'greatest rise in subscribercount'. It's becoming very obvious now that this app is more then just a stylised way to represent character connections. It looks like Tomoe's plot is probably going to be a repeat of the "social media is evil"-angle from the rings)

Ok but why are there animal-themed communities? It was one thing when we thought it was just... using the symbols as profile pictures but its some kind of clique/caste system? Is that what the overarching plot for Tomoe is going to be? Some kind of Die Welle for Kids? Max's mom has a book about space weather. (My prediction: Adrien's Passion is going to be 'networking' and connecting his friends, fixing peoples problems and stuff, so this episode ends with Adrien getting Aurore to meet with Max so Max can get his mom to sign her book)

Ok so... I hate to say it but those people who assumed (just of the fact it was a character they didnt know yet) that Aglae was gonna be secretly Lila might have been hit with the sacred dodgeball. This scene could very well end up with a 'turns out it was lila, pretending to be supportive but deliberately planting the suggestion'. that is not to say i think they're right. (we literally only have 1 scene of the character, and nothing in this scene is truly damning). But it is to acknowledge that this character's introduction fits eerily in line with 'what would Lila do'. (just... if the writers actually wrote Lila as legitimately competent at her manipulations, which i still dont think they'd ever do.) Oh i see where this is headed... Placide is going to break her phone with his waterhose, leading to the akumatisation... (honestly, at this point, im just happy that we're akumatising aurore rather then going full-maya and introducing a new character to take her place like Maya took Manon) --- Ok. getting off the elevator im going to go into an aside. Because this seemingly small scene feels (to me) like its secretly a very big scene indeed. This scene seems to confirm a suspicion/hypothesis/theory i've had for a while: Adrien's Senti-Power. Ever since the Senti-stuff was introduced, and it became obvious that someone at the Agreste Manor was a senti (which is to say, the Ladybug episode introducing the concept of human-senti's), i've been speculating to myself which character it was gonna be. initially i was 20% Gabriel, 25% Nathalie, 5% Placide, 50% adrien. With Adrien having grown quite quickly. My main lead on Adrien was the fact that he was the only one that seemed to have a 'superpower' in their human form. Adrien's status instant mastery of anything. His nature as a polyglot and Homo Universale rendered him my main suspect for the Senti-twist early on. (even moreso then him being the most 'important' member of the family). Especially when combined with the Gabriel's "perfection" talk having had a big "ultimate lifeform"-tone to it. Which is to say, i posited the theory that Adrien has, all along, had a secret senti-power. The power to instantaneously master any skill he tried. Up until now, that hypothesis has been limited to indirect evidence, in the form of his wide and eclectic portfolio of skills and seemingly disparate fields of competency. But lacking the explicit 'instantaneous learning' proof required for an outright confirmation. (It having never been clear how quickly he took to learning Chinese, Piano or other skills) But this scene particularly? Explicitly stating he did all these things, from painting to macarons (which i understand to be a relatively advanced pastry-recipe) amazingly 'on his first try'. To me feels like it's meant to confirm exactly that suspicion. either that or Marinette is lying to spare his feelings. Which could theoretically be supported by the comedic-hijinks of the montage. But it's clear that Marinette, in this scene, is entirely 100% comprehensive of the fact that Adrien is indifferent to his competence and only trying to find the field of his passion. which is to say, 'lying to spare his feelings' has no place within this scene, as no one in this scene 'cares' about wether adrien is good at the thing. Basically. I feel like this scene is carrying big evidence for my 'Instant Mastery'-hypothesis. --- Ok Marinette is switching tactics: Instead of trying to see if Adrien likes the things she likes, she's trying to Yin Yang "opposites attract" this problem. I like this, its a scene of Marinette actually performing explicit self-sacrifice out of a desire to support her boyfriend. Please show do not ruin this the way you ruined werepapa's. We've gotten so little of marinette being a genuinely good girlfriend. Please tell me that everything we've seen so far has been an unfortunate series of aberattions, rather then a deliberate pattern established in episode one of your new season.

--- huh... its the aproaching deadline that gets her akumatised? I had legitimately expected them to make it to be the established 'placide sprays paparazi' running gag for this episode. Im gonna say it. That's dissapointing to me. Ok so here's a thing: Aurore still has her old akuma design right? And Millie had the same hair as Ringmaster (to the point where, in the promo-shots where Ringmaster had the Microphone, i legitimately thought it was Stormy Weather 3.0) and now Aglae also has the same 'skunk-type' hair. It feels like the writers heard the "too many blondes" complaint, and just copy-pasted Stormy's hair to compensate. --- Ok so the 'baricade yourself' scene does feel like... if the Lilaglae theorists are right, this scene would've been deliberately more drawn-out for a later "from Lila's perspective" reveal. (and yes, that does require the "Chrisalis is two people" theory to be true as well, but that theory is much more substantive on the evidence, with the notetakers clearly looking like different models and the two seperate voices). --- Now its time for the Climatiqueen fight. Now remember: The one thing the writers claim they want, is for Lila to be a 'worse' and 'more legitimate' threat then Hawkmoth was. Aurore has had 2 previous akumatisations (though only the first was on-screen), and given that Stormy Weather was the original pilot, and this is the season opener. this is the best chance at a direct comparison. And im gonna say it, the mind-controll 'press like on my video's' power is just... kind of a lame and worthless addition. And at least initially, the power-uses feel a lot more simple. She's pretty much limited herself to smaller scale effects. No giant, slow-growing glacier of suspence threatening. just some generic point-to-point lightning, a minor windblast and an iceslick.

At what point did Maribug hear Aurore refer to herself as climatiqueen? It feels like Mari should refer to her as Stormy and be corrected. Adrien gets to dodge some lightning. (its nice to see him portrayed as on-screen competent for once... usually the closest we get to "adrien is still badass" is "Marinette leaves and Adrien doesnt get killed off-screen so he must be somewhat competent" so the little lightning-dodge sequence is nice) Ok we're wind-blasting cars... thats better then when this fight started, but still feels small-scale compared to OG stormy Ok... so why cataclysm the train when you were already going to be running through it? It feels to me like Marinette could've easily side-dodged or followed him through the train. The Cataclysm feels wasted.

Ok when the heck did Lila get to skip 'regular' akuma and go straight to 'ultrakuma'. That has not been earned.

--- "everything on the internet is lies" ok so i really hope this "dangers of social media"-storyarc isnt going to end up swallowing the "big lie" storyarc, but given that both this first episode and the episode explicitly about the big lie seem to be focussing on the "evils of the social media"... i feel like that's waving a red flag. It could be that theoretically they manage to weave the "internet of lies" and "Marinette's big lie" stories together (through the shared themes of Ignorance VS Truth)... but given how Revalator ended i dont trust them to stick the landing there. Oh we're doing "superheroing is Adrien's passion" as well?.. I dont like it, if this was the first episode of the season I might be cautiously optimistic about that.. but given that I already know what happens in the next couple episodes (and especially how Daddycop turns this line into "Actually, i love being a disposable meatshield for you to sacrifice without agency of my own"). I just dont like this being his "passion".

--- Am I misremembering things? Arent they supposed to eat special cheese to go Astro-mode? Or did they lose that limitation at some random point off-screen as well. Seriously this feels like the writers just dont care about anything anymore. Ok it feels really weird how little Max has to do with this episode only for him to be called in here. (same problem as the Weredad episode. But at least that episode primarily featured a Fetch-based solution with him as a mere cameo. This episode is going to be a Portal-based solution for a character whose motivations directly connect to Max' mother. His only appearing 3/4ths into the episode feels wrong).

Ok max im sorry to say it but... your portals dont stop momentum At most you turned a 270-ish meter fall (viewing platform heigth) to a 10 meter drop, but most of these people were already falling fast enough to get badly injured. (also, to see season 6 be the first to acknowledge that the Eiffel tower, which our heroes have destroyed in the past has people on it feels a tad late. It casts a shadow backwards throughout the canon that makes previous seasons a lot darker)

---

Oh nice, lila herself acknowledges that her debut villain was lame. It seems the writers themselves acknowledge their failure to 'sell' her as the 'worse and more dangerous' antagonist. I dont even need to write some witty punchline. They're just going to be frank and honest about the fact that Lila just... lacks punch as an antagonist. Good on you for being honest Thomas --- Oh we're making running his passion-answer? I actually like that, movement, wind through the hair, freedom and mobility contrasting the imprisonment of the gabriel-era mansion. it's nice... or at least a lot nicer then "being ladybug's disposable human sacrifice is my passion" at least. I do not like how this scene has the dark ominous musical sting, The Sublime=evil theorists are going to take that sting and i just know the fanbase is going to find a new level of toxicity as a result. I also do not like the implication that Adrien meeting Sublime is bad, and that therefore Marinette's choice in this scene not to stalk adrien must be a bad thing for allowing it to happen.

--- As a final note this episode is underwhelming, but mostly harmless (at least on its own)... I do dislike how this episode seems to be feeding both the 'Algae=secretly lila" and "Sublime=lila' theories. (the former in a rather subtle manner, the latter in a very obvious poster-change and musical sting). I really worry about those theories. It feels like both of those theories are going to be the big thing in the fandom... And i dont trust either of those theories to end up 'good'. I also want to end this by repeating my big question: Does the app lack a cat-emote, or is that actually some kind of "chloe doesnt hate Chat Noir like she hates the other heroes"-clue that might pay off later?

[lakesbian]

what do you think the baby undersiders were like :)

you all might be reading this ask and thinking. Ah yes, this is going to be a post about jean-paul. iota loves jean-paul, possibly to an unreasonable extent. Well jokes on fucking you. ive already posted a lot about jean-paul. this post is going to be about baby brian now. i think about brian more than you guys even remotely know and now we're having Brian Time. lakesbian goes brianmoded.

anyway. in my head brian laborn was a very silent serious little child who always took things too literally. one of those children random adults would call an "old soul" in a complimentary way but all it means is the child has already lost all their joie de vivre at the age of ten. you know how in aisha's interlude when she finds out her mom is pregnant again she hopes the drugs & alcohol result in a miscarry so that some poor third laborn kid doesn't have to deal with All The Bullshit? i don't think brian consciously had that full entire thought when he found out he was going to have a little sibling, but i do think somewhere in his little seven year old mind he reacted with a sort of creeping dread and advance desire to protect his yet-to-be-born sibling more than with any sort of excitement.

i think he was, of course, always the tallest kid in class, and he did not like sticking out like that at all. he got used to it eventually but i think on many an occasion he has imagined picking someone asking him about the weather or basketball up and flattening them hydraulic press style. but also, he always felt very Special and Helpful and Masculine when he had to get things off shelves for women. and he liked when elderly people called him a Polite Young Man for it, and he did not think anything negative about the fact that people were already calling him a Young Man when he was 12 or 13, because he figured he was just supposed to keep being a Polite Young Man. i think one time when he was like 8 his mother's boyfriend ran over a cat on the road even though he didn't have to do that and it made brian so sad he cried and he couldn't stop crying even when he got told to stop fucking crying and he doesnt like to think about that memory very much at all.

i think aisha liked when brian held her a lot as a small child and he was always doing it and he liked giving her rides on his shoulders because it felt like being a responsible fun big brother and then she stopped wanting to do that and started thinking he was lame and he would never admit that he wishes she still wanted to. i am. Always thinking about how when he went to go pick her up on the day he triggered she ran and jumped into his arms. do you think that was the last time he held her? i bet it was. [through tears] i bet it was

[sallyface4everimmarriedto]

JJK x Filia<3 reader

Filia!Reader is the protective type especially when it comes to Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi mostly Yuji cuz ya know vessels stick together

#VESSELLIVESMATTER

Anyway they try their best to stay away from Gojo cuz much to her dismay he talked so much he purposely turned off his infinity just to get a rise out of Samson literally allowed Samson to punch him to see if the punch would be soft like normal hair or would it feel like an actual fist

(Learned that it was worse then a fist and soft hair it felt like sandpaper attached to a metal slide in the hot sun during the summer with blades)

Now with yuji and sukuna yuji and Filia!Reader get along very well basically inseparable they're like fraternal twins if you were to to describe these to with two worded quotes it would be "Rev Up!" And "Power Up! " but...theres always a down side because DAMN SURE THAT SAMSON AND SUKUNA DONT LIKE EACH OTHER theres a difference between these two

one actually cares for their vessel how they feel if they're alright mentally physically psychologically.....WHILE THE OTHER is literally reckless at all times he keeps his vessel alive just because hes interested in his life and everything thats been going on recently and literally its all ENTERTAINMENT FOR HIM

Yes he's killed his vessel a couple of times out of pure boredom yes he'll do it again he doesnt care at all as long as he's entertained he doesnt care how his vessel feels at all SHIT HE'LL EVEN KILL HIS FRIENDS JUST TO GET THAT GOOD ASS ASMR IN HIS EARS OF HIS VESSEL CRYING this mans evil-

Now with nobara....there isnt much to say these two definitely steal gojos black card to go on shopping sprees and photo shoots in the mall its not like gojos gonna miss it this man is literally rich with an end pretty sure he wont even recall its missing because he definitely doesnt keep receipts with all the stuff he buys so nobara and Filia!Reader literally have a never ending wardrobe full of clothes for every FUCKING SEASON fashionably spicefied<3

It may seem like megumi and Filia!Reader dont really talk much at all but they bond over the animals they can make Filia!Reader admires the animals hes able to make that she cant even the she Mostly makes bug shapes with her hair and they wouldn't really count as animals besides the octopus samson turns into its still a thing to talk about now samson loves to pet megumi's divine dogs

and so does Filia!Reader they love to cuddle with them and just relax and sleep after a long day even though Megumi is and emo boi and loves to be left alone he still enjoys Filia!Reader's company anytime shes around

Now...interaction with sukuna...he would just come up with any type of insult and they would just go over her head this one of the reasons why he and samson have a lot of beef because of the way he disrespects both vessel's thats basically keeping parts of them both alive

samson thinks they both should be grateful for that because they're not even trying to kick them out of their bodies but yuji is actually doing the most and willingly trying to find all 20 of sukunas fingers and sukunas selfish ass cant even be grateful for that always talking about fighting and Threatening his friends and sensei's for no literal reason at all what a giant piss baby.....yeah so samson doesn't like interaction with sukuna

Just like how samson doesnt like interaction with sukuna he also doesnt like interaction with gojo literally just because he thinks hes a creep and annoying as hell he would literally call him "stalker grandpa" or "flashlight eyed geezer" or "weezer geezer"

literally anything he can think of thats just in any way calling him old he was said to gojo and i quote "when you were born your hair said 90 but your face said vampirism of 1000 plagues nothing will ever destroy me" this man? Curse? Parasite? Thing?

Anyway he just does not like gojo now he can tolerate everyone else but he mostly tolerates yuji because its like having a second Filia!Reader only thing about yuji samson doesnt like is sukuna he is commited to hating him so much hes labelled as an op in the books theres is a lot of dann hate

Now for the finale on who Filia!Reader favorite adult who basically babysits her and the rest of the group sometimes ISSSSSSSSSS drumroll pls T-T 🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

Nanami because once they were out looking for a curse ended up being a lower grade the sneaky stealing and energy deceiving kind would make themselves seem like a big deal so they can steal from sorcerers mushroomed shaped tiny has stub arms and legs dots for eyes no mouth these things are no use to even kill one because waste of time and two they're help with the environment plants and animals type of stuff

so when one snatchs nanami's tie to bring it to a foxes den to add to a pile to keep them warm and Filia!Reader goes after it to get the tie back for nanami even though he tried to tell to forget about it but she ran off to fast so she finally cornered the thing near the den she decided to give up her tie in exchange for nanami's in which worked

so she went back to nanami with his tie in hand and found herself the one to be tieless he let her keep it due to having so many of the same tie in which he received and big hug and a warm smile

When all together when fighting a stronger and sorcerers get injured Filia!Reader uses samson to make a dome shield or carries a bunch of people out of the fight and gets them to shoko so nobody else has to worry about how the injured would get to her

and they can just keep fighting knowing that people are getting healed and are in safety as much as samson doesnt really like doing that because he doesn't know the people but he does know that he needs to because of their state and if his vessels motivated to do it then so is he

Thats one of them off my list (๑´̥̥̥>ω<̥̥̥`๑) i hope you enjoyed this vote so i can see if you would want more stuff like this and send any request if you want have a part to or side drabbles also did you see the little nanami ties on the little Filia!Reader? ;3

[doraambrose]

saw ur batfam fanon takes - and question: can you even find fanfic that doesn’t have any of that?

i agree with 95% of ur post, but just on a personal level, I love a good dad bruce fic. bc i grew up reading comics and the good dad bruce panels were few and far between, I love fanon content of him fixing his relationship with his kids, it heals my inner child lol

anyways, back to my qs, do u have and strictly canon fic recs then?

Hello! This is my first ask ever so excuse my excitement lol. In terms of fics that are strictly Canon, I have not found one yet. There are some fics that have some of those elements, but theyre slight enough that it doesnt ruin the whole story. But to be fair, I haven't been reading a whole lot lately as I am very busy with work and school. I will admit that I do have some guilty pleasure fics that are definitely not Canon. @lightwing-s is writing a series called "baby steps" that I have been loving as a guilty pleasure. I'm also on this forum on the DC universe infinite website and a friend of mine who lives near my dad writes REALLY GOOD redhood stories and her dream is to write for him as a DC writer. That's invite only but maybe one day, I'll ask her if I can share some of her writing. I also dont read a whole lot of fics that don't center around Jason Todd. I'm also into sickfics and hurt fics, mental health, that kind of stuff (unfortunately thats where most of the bruce calling jason sweetheart comes from 🤢) There are some fics that I do like :

Pinstripedjackalope on AO3 has a couple good jason sickfics that show jason and Roy in a platonic friendship as well. The Curse of a Turkey Sandwich and Stick the Landing are really good

I just recently read this fic with jason and rose wilson that I kind of enjoyed, but I'll admit it's a little offbrand for Rose. It's also on AO3, it's Respite by Creatchure

There's a fic I have wanted to read but haven't gotten a chance yet called Nyx the destroyer from the shadows by killkid001

There's also this fic on AO3 that I loved a lot about Jason and Tyler and their first night together after jason adopted him. It was really great but I just can't find it anywhere now.

That's all off the top of my head because I have the memory of a goldfish but I'll post some fic recs as I find them :)

Thanks!

[intertexts-moving]

still thinking abt what happens next. its such a good dissection of blame + morality+ perpetuation of cruel cycles. however i have to admit i don't particularly subscribe to the main body of commentators ' "everyone is scheming and has awful intention" take. i mean. hanlon's razor.-- milo obviously dismembered a dead body. which frankly in no world sounds better than saying he killed her. like, he is obviously culpable of that + incapable of processing that culpability but it's jarring to see everyone immediately locking onto gage as some kind of evil and actively manipulating from the start mastermind. they seem pretty obviously to me to be a preexisting Type Of Guy: isolated, miserable, (obsessive) parasocial relationship w/ people who Do, in fact, Exist, and aren't fake characters in a story (haha). his treatment of milo seems way more in line w/ that kind of "genuinely ignorant of how normal friendships and relationships work" than "secretly plotting your demise "-- the weed & crossbow thing read as familiar to me. pressuring, yes, but not actively so. thats just like... the way people are? the way u act when you're kind of awkwardly acquaintances/frienfs w someone and u invite them 2 partake in ur hobbies. just sucks that gage's hobbies are literally only stalking murderers + getting high w the nastiest bong u havr ever seen + shooting white monster cans in the woods with a crossbow. the effect is negative, obviously, because milo is a fucking basket case on a ton of medications with a criminal record for sawing off a girl's arms and the looming threat of inpatient if he doesnt behave over his head. not downplaying the other thing btw that's in a different category imo & while the kiss itself wasnt inherently a Bad Thing to Do imo their reaction & justification absolutely was.. still kind of weird 2 me that it appears like there's a bigger sympathy for claire (dealt with the trauma by becoming a transphobic turning point usa girlie who uses her sister's notoriety to advocate for punishing minors in the justice system even worse & treating her gf like shit) than gage (obviously fucked in the head minimum wage worker with no bar for what a normal interaction or relationship looks like at all.) OR vikki (trans woman of color whos career! is to stir up shit! even if she was kind of a cunt!) anyway the milo / claire parallels are baller i love when people fucking hate each other but are so similar... girl its been nine years stop sticking your fingers in your own bloody wounds stop it stop it stop it! when will u stop reliving the trauma ever day for its own sake. (claire's self harming actions here are obviously infinitely worse because she is like,,, Actively Hurting So Many People. and for what! so she can wear awful dresses and get hit on by oily white senators and drag the bleeding dead weight of her sisters body around everywhere she goes?) ahhh what ever. good book i have to pack now.

[mpgis-fangurl]

watching cheerleading videos to study how cheerleaders actually work their bodies when doing stunts (squad routines, elevator preps, flyer-base stunts) and my goodness..........

so like ik that cheerleading stuff isn't what mpgis actually focuses (they keep making fun of the fact that it's not a "real sport" and that they mostly just spell things with their hands and i mean, stop-motion animating barbies doing fucking backflips and cupies would be unbelievably hard to animate!!!!) but like now im really leaning into what their actual dynamic would be when they;re actually doing cheer practice

like obv mackenzie is the top of the pyramid so she'd be the flyer (she's the person who'd be in the air the most in a stunt) as she doesnt want to be anything less than the main attraction of the routine. her being dextrous and laser-focused on whatever she does (bitching people out or cheerleading) is already a given, but also she probs have the best balance out of all the girls and with a strong enough base, can do a successful cupie at her age. Her core strength would be INSANE and honestly, yeah she deserves to have abs

Brittnay is obvs strong asf, so i imagine she'd be a really strong base??? but also she's like flexible (she literally does splits on the ep she's introduced) and the fact she's in control of the microphone and the brawns of the squad, has the biggest stamina of them all. Acrobaddie who could do backbends for days but just doesnt wanna do it. i like to imagine that she's down to be base for mackenzie and can do partner stunts with her, but when the situation calls for it, she's an amazing flyer.

i also often hc Trisha being ditzy but actually one of the more graceful people of their teammates. ofc it's because i hc her as being tall and slim (second tallest to shay), and though not as powerful as brittnay or as focused as mack, i would imagine her to be the most dextrous of them when she's in practice. So altho at first you'd think she wouldn't be a good spotter, she'd have probably caught mackenzie from the air more than brittnay does. even if she can't swim, Trisha would have good body coordination and can do cartwheels from cheer practice.

Shay would obvs be a really good flyer, and altho she's tall, she'd probably be light enough to lift in the air like mackenzie (47KG!!???!!?!) and has learnt a lot from cameron's stunts (tho i dont think cameron was much of a healthy influence when it comes to cheerleading and body image sorry). but she probably hasnt practiced cheerleading as much as the cheer squad has when she joined, so she probably isn't as body-coordinated as the rest and 5 times out of 10 can't stick the landing from the air because of how vertically tall she is (possibly kicked the squad in the neck and face more times from practice than she admits due to how long her legs are). however, she's extremely observant and is equal to trisha when it comes to being an effective base. from s3 we can obviously infer that Shay has really good and sound judgment, and in contrast to mackenzie and brittnay's hotheadedness, her demeanor is cool and level-headed. so her delegations as cheersquad captain would be pretty reasonable (if her ego doesn't get in the way). so she would be a really good coordinator when coming up with routines i imagine, and secretly lets mack have top spot in the pyramid and be responsible for most of the air stunts since she internally knows she cant catch up with mackenzie's athleticness by this point

ANYWAYS that's what ive thought of so far, watch @/Its.ccaylee, @/danielbuyeskeon on youtube, and read a bunch of cheerleading information on google to see where tf the brainworms are coming from

people keep stereotyping cheerleading like theyre for meanly competitive people(and thats prolly true at some capacity idk im very not athletic so idk much dont take anything abt this seriously) but it really opened my eyes on how physically demanding it is and now i can fully appreciate what type of gymnastics actually goes into these stunts like WOW

[fictionformed]

Abby Park is based on Abby from Turning Red. She is a 24 year old human, Neverland employee, and uses she/her pronouns. She has no powers.

LETS BURN THIS PLACE TO THE GROUND

Abby is a force to be reckoned with, shes as loyal and protective as humanly possible. She's passionate, quirky, loud, joyous, sarcastic, funny and most importantly; she doesnt care what anyone else thinks of her. (Or at least shes trying to). She absolutely adores living life boldly, loves her bestfriends more than anything in this world and tries so very hard to look after everyone & keep them in good spirits. 

Abby is the oldest (and shortest) of her friends, therefore feels like she must protect them all

Naturally she is obsessed with boybands, 90s/2000s pop music, musicals and drag queens

Abby loves to wear bright colours as they make her feel happy and at home.

Even though she has her ears pierced she prefers to accessories with bracelets and hair clips/hairbands.

Abby is banned from contact sports for getting too 'enthusiastic' and causing several minor accidents

Abby prefers large over the ear headphones than airpods (because she'll totally lose them)

She adores music, arts, drama, reading and shes crazy into tiktok edits of her favourite actors.

Abby is known to get a little obsessive over new interests, and spends hours upon hours researching it until she knows everything about it

Is loud and anxious, and anxious because she is loud, which causes her to panic and talk fast which makes her talk loud, which makes her hate herself when she gets home because what the hell was she saying anyway?

Pink is everything. If you dont agree you are wrong.

Friendship is everything to her, Abby would die if it meant her girls would be okay.

Abby is ready to stick up for, or fight for her favorite people in a moments notice. Her hot-headed temper causes trouble sometimes.