#he had to do it for a different reason

[sapphire-weapon]

One of my favourite cutscenes in RE2Remake that I think does an amazing job at showing the difference between Leon and Claire is the one before the fight with Birkin's third phase in the lab. Leon literally bumblefucks his way into fighting him with Annette sending Leon unwillingly to face him, compared to Claire going to face him of her own accord and with total confidence. I feel like that scene really highlights what you've been saying about Leon in RE2Remake

Sorry this took so long to answer, I had to go back and review exactly what this was because, like I said, it has been a minute.

(also, "bumblefucks"? @feelboss is this you lmao)

What's really interesting about the discrepancy here, on review, is that it's not just that Leon makes different decisions from Claire here -- though, that is part of it (and my "a more experienced Leon would've tried to say Annette" point checks out because Claire literally tries to save Annette, whereas Leon doesn't lmao). It's that characters react to him differently because of past decisions that he's already made.

Annette is objectively softer and kinder to Claire than she is to Leon in this scene because Claire has spent her whole campaign trying to help Sherry, an innocent child -- Annette's innocent child -- whereas Leon has spent his whole campaign trying to help Ada -- a spy, mercenary, and thief -- because he's fucking stupid LOL so Annette treats him that way! And she's right to treat him that way!

Like I said: the majority of the tragedies that surround Leon in RE2make are because of his own fuckups -- because of decisions he's consciously made. Whether or not he makes those decisions for understandable reasons is a different matter entirely -- but it still doesn't erase him from fault.

At the end of the day, it's still his fault. It doesn't matter if he had good intentions. It doesn't matter if his actions would pass a "reasonable person" standard in court. We're not in court; he's not on trial. We're looking at what a fictional character's role is in a fictional story.

When Leon makes decisions in RE2make, people die. Claire does not make decisions that get people killed. RE1 Chris does not make decisions that get people killed. RE1 Jill does not make decisions that get people killed. Only RE2make Leon has this problem, which is why "learning to be better/being wiser/changing my ways" is what's at the heart of his character arc that culminates with him saving Ashley in RE4make.

If Leon didn't have to learn any lessons or grow in any way because "oh it was out of his control anyway, there's nothing he could've done" he'd be a really fucking boring character.

[hellenhighwater]

In all these years, I've never learned how to tag someone, so I have to come to you directly, to show you the tears on my cheeks because he's sitting so quietly, curled up, watching a world he'll never know through a tiny crack in the wall.

Thank you!

You know, it's a little odd. All of the pieces in this series are about isolation and escape--Icarus, Orpheus and Eurydice, Prometheus, and certainly the Minotaur. But A Crack in the Labyrinth came first, and more than any of the rest, it's about resignation. About having fought and scrabbled and clawed desperately and still...not having made it. Still being trapped inside, alone.

And when I made it, I hadn't really intended to say anything more than that one piece, but I just couldn't leave it there. I had to give him the whole story--an innocent beginning, same as anyone. I couldn't leave the ending as it was written; I'd initially just intended to have the conclusion the myth gives him, slain by Theseus, but...if I'm going to say, "I'm the minotaur, monstrous and alone and told by the world that that is right and deserving," then I am also saying "you, who feels deeply for this, for whom this resonates, you are also the minotaur and we are monsters who deserve the ending that is written for us." And I...just can't bear to. There has to be hope.

So there is, very literally, light at the end of the labyrinth, one way or another.

Anyways, I used this song for that photoset on the clock app, but I think you would also enjoy it. Cow Boy, take us away.

[fatedroses]

I offer the frankly hilarious scenario of zenos and estinien having to work together (probably because of tataru) and a little bit of headcanon-ing I have in regards to the one main issue they run in to when theyre a duo.

[gunstellations]

gentle mornings

[raeofgayshine]

Thinking again about the fact that when Eddie and Dustin finally convince Steve to play DnD with the party, all of them, but especially Eddie, quickly become exasperated with Steve who has extremely high charisma, and decides that he can fix almost any situation by flirting with whoever they were in conflict with. Especially the fucking monsters, this man is bound and determined to himself a monster boyfriend and until it happens, he will make every single person they come across fall in love with him. So naturally, this happens a lot:

Steve: I’m going to flirt with them

Eddie, exasperated: Steve, you can’t date this monster, he’s trying to kill you-

Steve: Hot.

Steve: I’ll flirt with them harder then

[whatudottu]

Don't question what logical loops I had to leap through to make this happen, Shockwave's already doing that for y'all :)

do you think in universes where empurata exists that shockwave can remember the feeling of having a face? of remembering seeing from two eyes instead of one? does his head burn in pain as a twitch of non-existant lips spark incomplete pathways through his brain, does he miss the sensation of teeth and tongue beneath those twitching lips, heavy against the bottom of the mouth he no longer has?

:) Big Boobie Decepticons :)

[shopcat]

i think in the hamster wheel of my mind a big part of where people go wrong with eddie and his shitty garage band as an extension is that they for some bizarre reason think he's gene simmons metal when he's jack black metal. heavy metal. he's tenacious d metal. he's school of rock. he's stoner lord of the rings metal he nearly wore blue jeans and plaid. jack black literally in real life once said eddie was the best character bc he's heavy metal like him. LOOK AT THIS

[mitskiluvr]

beast will always mean SO much to me because of everything it tells us about atsushi and akutagawa. all the parallels between them. they were both victims of circumstance—akutagawa ended up on the side of “good” in beast and atsushi didn’t and at their core they were both just teenagers trying to find a way to survive with the hand that was dealt to them

[ganondoodle]

the company i work for decided that its switching from the german formal "You"(Sie) to the informal "you" (Du) in all of our websites so now we have to scour the entire database to change it and i quite frankly hate that, not just bc the unecessary extra work but especially bc its such a weird and unecessary change

i bet its bc everything here is getting englishfied (both literally and culturally it feels like, when my new boss talks its half in english bc every second german word is just replaced by an english one despite there being perfectly fine words for it in german too, its so annoying) and bc they want to sound more personal in hopes of getting more clients bc 'company is your fwiend uwu!!', i know this here is the amercian tm site so you wouldnt understand really but i do not want to be greeted with 'du' by companies, no, thats too personal, you dont know me and im not giving you my data, stay away!!

i guess thats how i would describe it .. the formal you is like a polite distance, like someone you dont know staying outside your personal space, but when its the informal 'you' it feels invasive unless i told you you can call me that, and that goes double for companies

maybe its a small thing that doesnt seem important but i cant stand it, im just a little part time worker doing data work so i got no say in it but the companies founder also announced hes giving his post to his kids some time ago so ...... since then theres been alot of changes and new projects that solely aim to imitate whats popular and whats done by other companies, despite ours being one that is, or used to be, intentionally different, like, that was the POINT, but i guess chasing trends is just too appealing for CEOs

[rootworks]

Lúcio but I make him go to Australia(junkertown)!!!!!!!

[claitea]

i've had these scenarios written down since volo's debut in pokemon masters and i just really wanted to scribble them down and finally release them

[dxxtruction]

"Louis acting like a pimp to Armand" And what is a pimp exactly? Quickly. And, oh so sexual trauma survivors can't engage in kink now without it being all about that? Pet names? They can't be submissive anymore? Consensually? Sexually healthy? Be serious. I'd hardly say there's much power difference between them during all this anyway, except that Louis is freer than Armand and it's been putting a strain on their relationship. Louis wants more from Armand, and less of this 'being his past' for them both, and so helping Armand with this could fix that. It's healthy to want to help your partners get out of a rough patch?

I mean, the whole exchange was very clearly set up as a "I want to help you" after such a great moment of vulnerability Louis feels just how much Armand is desperate for it. Louis called Armand so they could work out a plan together.

And the bit with the umbrella was Louis' way of asking 'are you willing to listen to me?' and Armand said yes by unfolding it. Louis goes on and explains, Armand is allowed to argue against it, but Louis makes his point. And then he gives Armand a way to make his own choice in it too. Armand's already decided 'I want you, more than anything else in the world', but Louis still asks after if he's sure of his choice, and with a name, Arun, that is the one of his fullest agency, running the point home. Honoring the situation Armand calls Louis Maitre - as a way of being like 'I'll do as you've said then'. To make this work he's going to have to give Louis some of the control, yes. But it's the first time such a role is ever established, and it was his choice to do it. So so what if they do it in a very suggestive way? They can't like doing that? I think it's them having fun.

I struggle to find how Louis is being overly domineering here when really he's giving and offering Armand the most agency he's ever had. Same with finding it manipulative. The manipulation was more earlier in the episode I think, when he was stringing him along, giving mixed signals. He's no longer toying with him like that. Louis might be pushing Armand, leading him on to make a decision, but he doesn't mean bad by it.

But back to this pimp thing. I find it frankly offensive that this is where people are going with this. I get it, but to run with it being the case is, on many levels, wrong.

Louis told us episode 1 this was the only sustainable line of work to support his family and keep their standing, at the time. It was never his choice to be doing this either but his blackness allowed no other options. He did what he did so his family could stay in that house and maintain all their same comforts. It gave him privileges most black men didn't have at the time that he wanted to maintain and even have more of. Anyway, it doesn't and had never defined him the way 'being good at running things' had. And in that case he just likes having that kind of control where he can get it, which makes sense.

The world is what placed that kind of role onto him of what he was allowed to be able to run, not himself. And on that he actually treated the sex workers he employed well and respected them enough to give them more opportunity.** He recognizes they don't have much in the way of options either.

Louis employed sex workers, yes, but he didn't subject them to abuse, (like how Armand was)*. He didn't oversee things in a way that would go against their consent (see; episode 1 again)**. Sometimes a job is just a job. And Sex work is work.

Armand's particular past with sexual abuses may strike a particular cord with Louis, given all that, but the very last thing either is thinking is that Louis' pimping Armand out here. This is merely their decision as companions, and had nothing to do with adding another line in a laundry list of selling Armands body out to people at the command of someone else. Armand rescinds some of his control to Louis' wishes, because he wants him, and he trusts him, that's all.

If you aren't allowing Armand that choice, and are doubtful it's fully his, you're putting him right back in the box of being defined by his abuses. Putting him back into that space where he isn't given any agency over what he does. (Which is exactly opposite of what the intent of this scene is for)*.

*: (edit) added for clarity.

**: (strike through) numerous people are saying I'm misremembering these points so disregard it. (Thought he was siding with Bricks, it was the other way around). (Technically one aspect of those opportunities were for getting around the law). I don't have a perfect memory, it happens. Let's not get mad about it. Doesn't change much of the point which is that Louis, now, Louis then, was always considering more about the running things and for stated purposes. So I guess I'd say he may only have respected the SWers enough sometimes for what allowed him to do that, and there are moments he certainly expressed remorse over the fact, but he has a great deal higher respect for Armand that is genuine. It's incomparable. Please read my added notes in the tags, it should address most other concerns.

[thedroloisms]

actually so fascinating to me to see the difference in reaction in this fandom. the same people who were perfectly content to spread leaked information without the consent of the victim in previous situations playing coy and claiming that any speculation (not accusations, not harassment, not attempts to deplatform) into the identity of the person in question is inherently unethical and disrespectful to the victim. the same people who had shamelessly talked about the need to spread about information sourced from third party actors with personal agendas, who had explicitly gathered the information in question for bad faith purposes, in order to demand answers from a man who wasn't even the target of said allegations now preaching about how awful it is for people to use publicly available, easily accesible information to come to personal conclusions about a content creator in order to then make the decision whether or not to support him. i know that this fandom was a very different place in january 2022 but i highly doubt that time is the only thing that influenced the difference in people's reactions here, tbh.

[yellowocaballero]

“I’m afraid I must call you out of retirement for a final mission.”

Cold ice shot through Tobi’s chest. Fuck.

Did he know? He couldn’t. If he knew, he wouldn’t show it like this. His visit with T&I would be a lot less cheerful, that’s for sure. Was he prodding Tobi, watching for his reaction? Did Sarutobi honestly think he’d slip up? Tobi was incapable of slipping up. He couldn’t tell the truth with a kunai to his throat at this point.

“What sort of mission is it?” Tobi asked excitedly, ripping open the folder. He held the paper up and slowly mouthed the words on the page, fighting to get through the page. Look at him, he filled out his mission reports in crayon and could barely read. “Mission report…assignment duration, promotion or release…pay…oh, ew…assignment…jounin sensei…”

Tobi trailed off.

Distantly, he heard himself say, “Um. Maybe this is a mistake?”

As promised in last post. Kakashi & Obito roleswap. Barely. It's complicated. Please pay no attention to how many roleswaps I have written. Just ignore it. Do me a favor and do not think about it. OK? Thank you.

Snippet from a much longer, much messier document. This part was the very first part writiten and very much a proof of concept. I'm trying to figure out if I should overhaul the thing and turn this into an actual story, so let me know.

Short beginning scene of Tobito's Wild Ride under the cut.

“Tobi. Thank you for coming.”

Obviously, Tobi didn’t bow or kneel. That wasn’t the sort of person Tobi was. He just grinned broadly, waving so broadly that his body swayed with the motion. “Gramps! Hello! Wow, you’ve gotten old since I’ve seen you!”

Sarutobi chuckled, raising a pipe to his mouth. The pipe - either ‘I’m thinking hard’, ‘I want to pretend I’m thinking hard and giving due consideration to your idea when I don’t really care’, or ‘I’ve already decided and I’m pretending that you have a say in this’. What was the point of the last one? This was a literal military dictatorship. Tobi forgot how exhausting this man could be. 

“It has been a while,” Sarutobi said indulgently. “Since…the T&I incident, I believe?”

Tobi giggled, high and childish. “Inoichi-san got sooo mad. But Tobi said he was real, real, real sorry, so I hope he’s not still mad…oh, no.” Tobi gasped, face falling in desolation. “Is Inoichi-san still mad at me? Oh, Tobi can go apologize again -”

“It’s water under the bridge.” Tobi exhaled gustily, wiping the back of his hand against his brow. It wasn’t his fault Inoichi hated him. Apparently his mind was absolutely impenetrable. Something about constant children’s lullabies just playing full blast in his head. Or songs regarding a specific time of day someplace in the world. “I have to apologize, Tobi. I always feel as if I should keep a better eye on you. There’s never enough time in the day for all of the people we care about. Please forgive me for my inattention to you.”

Manipulative old fuck. Tobi panicked, embarrassed by the attention and affection. He waved his hands quickly, almost jumping up and down. “Gramps! It’s okay! Tobi’s not lonely or sad! He still has Sasuke-chan! Sasuke-chan wasn’t brutally murdered, so Tobi’s A-OK!” Tobi had to tell himself that a lot. Every morning after a nightmare, which meant every morning period. “And I met a really nice old lady yesterday and helped her down the street. She gave me an apple sweet. It was delicious! So there’s nothing to forgive, Gramps!”

“I’m glad,” Sarutobi said warmly. Ugh. Tobi knew objectively that Minato-sensei had tried to imitate that tone, but he still liked to convince himself that Sarutobi was mimicking Minato-sensei. That was a good one, he’d have to use it. “Sasuke-kun is actually why I called you here today.” 

That kid. Tobi sighed. “Tobi is sorry that Tobi cannot control Sasuke-chan. I’ve told him that punching Naruto-kun is bad, but he just doesn’t listen…”

“I’m sure you’ll find a method somehow.” Sarutobi pushed a thin file folder across the desk, and Tobi curiously stepped forward and picked it up. He’d know a file like that anywhere. It was a mission assignment folder. “I’m afraid I must call you out of retirement for a final mission.”

Cold ice shot through Tobi’s chest. Fuck.

Did he know? He couldn’t. If he knew, he wouldn’t show it like this. His visit with T&I would be a lot less cheerful, that’s for sure. Was he prodding Tobi, watching for his reaction? Did Sarutobi honestly think he’d slip up? Tobi was incapable of slipping up. He couldn’t tell the truth with a kunai to his throat at this point.

How did Tobi feel about this? Tobi sure as hell knew how Obito felt - desperately wondering if a T&I visit was in his future. Tobi was scared of the missions, sure. But he was a five year old. How would a five year old react to these things? 

Well. Tobi knew how he would have reacted. He would have sighed and rolled his eyes about yet another mission. Pretty impressive when you were burned out of your career at five years old. He blamed the two month graduation for years before he learned of Rin and Kakashi’s hell and eventually concluded that it could have been worse. At least Tobi was paid for his war zone. 

“A mission?” Tobi gushed. He clenched on the folder far too tightly, like a child clutching a wheezing frog. “I’m going on missions again?” He jumped a little, his usual little show of excitement. Kept his energy up. “Does that mean Gramps isn’t mad at me anymore?”

Tobi carefully snuck a glance up from the folder, checking Sarutobi’s expression. Sarutobi’s face was impassive stone, as usual, but he looked a little worn too. “We were never angry with you.”

Tobi fully looked up, tilting his head and frowning. “Nuh-uh. Tobi remembers. Everybody was so mad at Tobi. Just because his hand slipped…it wasn’t Tobi’s fault.”

“We know,” Sarutobi said gently. “Minato didn’t retire you because he was angry with you. He was only looking out for you.”

Well, Tobi didn’t want to be out of fucking retirement. It was objectively insane to put him on any mission. Tobi had gotten sabotaging every attempt to make him a useful member of society down to a fucking art. He had a shitton of inheritance to blow and a nice long civilian life to blow it on. Maybe he was too stubborn about it - Iruka was definitely convinced that he was the second laziest person in the village and sabotaged his assigned jobs on purpose, which Tobi would have resented if it wasn’t absolutely true - but spite was important. Spite woke him up in the morning. 

The only thing that helped him tolerate this stupid village was his hate for it. Ain’t that just the way.

“What sort of mission is it?” Tobi asked excitedly, ripping open the folder. He held the paper up and slowly mouthed the words on the page, fighting to get through the page. Look at him, he filled out his mission reports in crayon and could barely read. “Mission report…assignment duration, promotion or release…pay…oh, ew…assignment…jounin sensei…”

Tobi trailed off.

Distantly, he heard himself say, “Um. Maybe this is a mistake?”

“Trust me. You’re hardly our first choice.” Finally, they agreed on something. “But you’re the only one in this village with a Sharingan, Tobi. You’re the only one who can teach Sasuke how to use his power.”

“Nuh-uh. Um. This is a mistake. Ha ha.” Tobi ripped the paper from the folder, crumpling it into a ball and tossing it over his shoulder. “Because, um, I can’t use my Sharingan. Did Gramps maybe forget that? Ha ha?”

“But you still remember how to use it. Even if you can’t use it yourself, you can still walk Sasuke-kun through using his.” Sarutobi eyed Tobi knowingly, the dim glowing embers of his pipe reflecting a soft light in his eyes. “You were once a genius with the Sharingan, Tobi. They said you were the best since Madara.”

Yeah! Yeah, they did say that, old man! That was the whole fucking problem!

Mention of the Sharingan or Tobi’s old talents always upset him, so this was a great springboard into nipping this in the bud. He’d throw a hissy fit if he had to. Tobi had killer hissy fits. That was how Sasuke was given a seat as head of house in the Clan Council. Tobi’s wail could pierce eardrums and Sasuke had deserved that fucking seat. 

“Tobi doesn’t like the Sharingan anymore!” Tobi exclaimed. “Tobi wants to help Sasuke-chan, Gramps, cross Tobi’s heart! But Tobi doesn’t like the Sharingan and the Sharingan don’t like Tobi. And that’s just the truth.” Tobi crossed his arms, sniffling and scrunching his nose. “And don’t say what you’re gonna say. Tobi knows what’s up. Minato-sensei’s little boy is on that team too, isn’t he?”

He absolutely was. Tobi had speed-read the entire document while he was reading it out loud. But even the remnant of Obito’s genius was still considerable, and Tobi’s moments of keen insight were useful for pushing the enemy into a corner. 

“I thought you might appreciate the chance to look after your sensei’s son,” Sarutobi said mildly, removing a silver lighter from his pocket. Engraved, a gift from Biwako. Was that on purpose? A mind game on Tobi, an unconscious memory on his part, or a purposeful evocation of a memory just for him? Was he trying to remind Tobi of something or corner Obito? Damn this man. “Help him like your sensei helped you.”

The really great thing about Tobi was that he could get away with saying this. It was only to the left of cathartic, but at least it was in the zone. “I’m not stupid, Gramps!” Tobi yelled. The ANBU in the corners twitched, but when Sarutobi’s fingernail clicked on the silver lighter they subsided. “You’re giving Minato-sensei and Kushina-neechan’s little baby and his fox to the last Sharingan because you want the Sharingan to eat the Fox! Why are you doing what you want when you know it won’t work? Tobi’s tried, he can’t - he can’t, Gramps.”

It wasn’t the sort of thing any self-respecting Uchiha would admit. Half of them would kill themselves if they lost their Sharingan. Uchiha Obito, whose Sharingan was the pride and joy of the clan - who was the Uchiha’s Uchiha before Itachi-kun was even a twinkle in his mother’s eye - would never abandon his one point of value. 

And everybody knew how prideful the Uchiha were. There was no Uchiha alive who would pretend to be Tobi. Could you imagine? What Uchiha would humiliate themselves like this with a goofy smile on their face? A regular human being could barely do it. An Uchiha? Forget it. Impossible.

But Kushina-neechan’s favorite shinobi was always the most surprising of all. And Obito cared about that more than all the rest. 

The only ninja who would have ferreted him out was Kakashi. Kakashi and his dopey, stupid smile. His ridiculous porn books and his clumsy pratfalls. His laziness, lateness, and utter underachiever lifestyle. Only Kakashi ever said those words, with a wink and a smile: a true shinobi looked underneath the underneath. So save your energy and watch the clouds with me, Uchiha-kun. No? Maybe next time…

The next time never came. Being a good Uchiha had always meant something, and the useless son of a disgraced clan meant nothing at all. Nothing to anybody but Minato and Kushina and Rin and Obito.

“You’re better than nothing.” In that second, Sarutobi really did look very tired. He didn’t look like he was lying at all. “You’re the best we have, Tobi.”

Tobi was silent. Sarutobi knew it wasn’t much of a compliment. Even somebody like Tobi would know that. 

“As a favor to Sasuke-kun and Naruto-kun,” Sarutobi said, “and as a favor to me. Please give these children the help you can. Don’t worry - I’ll ask the other jounin to pitch in and help.” 

Tobi lowered his voice, and he allowed his tone to grow a little more serious. “I’m not strong. I’m not good at molding chakra and I haven’t really fought anyone in a long time. I can’t protect the children.” 

“We’ll be careful,” Sarutobi allowed. But there was something in his eye… “You may be rusty, but I doubt you’re out of the ring yet. Have a little faith in yourself.” The look in his eyes glinted and grew, and for the first time he stared right at Tobi. “You did hold your own against Uchiha Itachi.”

They stared at each other for a long second, two. A little too late, Tobi laughed and scrubbed the back of his neck. “Silly Gramps! I said a billion times. Tobi hid. I don’t think Itachi-kun thought it was worth it to kill me…I don’t think Itachi-kun ever thought I was a real Uchiha. But we’ve showed him, huh?” Tobi grinned, jabbing a finger at his chest. “Now there’s three whole Uchiha in the whole wide world! One third’s a serial killer, one third’s twelve, and one third is…drumroll please…Tobi! Konoha’s in good hands, ne?”

Tobi smiled at the man who ordered Uchiha Itachi to kill their entire family.

Sarutobi smiled back at the man who was currently pulling the most intricate and improbable lying campaign in a village of ninjas. In Obito’s defense, it was to save his own life. Sarutobi had murdered his family to - well, save the village, but Tobi didn’t have to like it. 

“Thank you for accepting the mission. I trust you’ll do splendidly.”

“Uh. Tobi didn’t -”

“The children ought to be waiting for you in the schoolroom at 1000 hours. You ought to head over - I expect you’re already late.”

Tobi squealed, looking at the unwound watch on his wrist and slapping his head. “Oh no! I’m late, I’m late, I’m late! Bye, Gramps! You promise-promise to get back-up for Tobi, right?”

Pleasantly, Sarutobi said, “I would not trust you alone with those children, no.”

“Yay! Okay, gotta goooo!”

When he left Sarutobi’s office, he was about ten minutes late to his meeting with the children. By the time he arrived at the school he was over an hour late. Lost on the road of life and all that. It didn’t matter - venting about this ridiculousness to Kakashi was way more important than meeting the brats on time.

This would be a disaster. There was no way this would end well. Tobi was a brain damaged, traumatized moron who couldn’t use his one skill and who hadn’t been on active duty since he whoopsie-daisy’d his sword into his best friend’s heart. If Sarutobi didn’t keep up his promise and drag in the other jounin to take up his slack then he’d riot. Did he want Tobi to do work? Tobi? He had resigned from capitalism and the military industrial complex. Pulling him into this shit again - as if he hadn’t suffered enough -

As if Sasuke and Naruto hadn’t. Maybe one of Sarutobi’s stupid-ass motivations was because he knew that only Tobi would be nice to Sasuke and Naruto. Damn Naruto especially. For that, at least…if only as a favor to Minato-sensei…

To make up for it…maybe a little bit of real work would be the least he could do.

Ugh. Hopefully not that much.

Tobi finally touched down at the school, following the Academy hallways to Sasuke’s classroom by route memory. He dropped off Sasuke’s lunch a lot. It embarrassed him so much. It was classic.

Tobi walked into the classroom and allowed a large basket of glitter to fall on top of his head.

A peal of laughter squealed throughout the room, and Tobi opened his eyes to see Uzumaki Naruto clutching his sides and laughing his ass off. Quite rudely, Sasuke had his feet propped up on a desk. That third girl was sitting primly in her seat, terrified. 

“What an idiot! Our new sensei actually fell for - wait.” Naruto straightened, squinting at Tobi. He yelled, jabbing a finger at him. “Hey! Number Two Ramen Fan! What the hell are you doing here?”

Sasuke almost fell out of his seat. He scrambled to his feet, panicked in his special Sasuke way - that was, eyes a little wider than usual. “Tobi? Did I forget my lunch?”

“Um?” Sakura Haruno hunched her shoulders in her seat, picking at the corner of a scroll. “Uchiha Obito’s our sensei. I thought you knew. Did you…not know?”

“Is this a joke?” Sasuke cried. “Who the hell thought this was funny? Tobi couldn’t fight his way out of a paper bag! If they’re bullying us again, I swear to god I’ll strangle whoever -”

“Whoah,” Naruto cried, impressed. “Violent!”

“Everybody’s always bullying Tobi,” Sasuke snapped. “I’m an Uchiha. What sort of Uchiha would I be if I tolerated that?”

Glitter dripped down Tobi’s hair and sprinkled onto his clothing. He smiled, big and bright, and clapped his hands together. Sasuke was groaning, but Naruto and Sakura just leaned in closer - caught in a morbid curiosity, desperate to meet their own fate. Signed and sealed. “Tobi’s first impression of you all is…you’re so funny! Tobi likes you!”

The kids paled. 

[art-from-the-juice-box]

gen loss dump part 2 :]

i have a gen loss playlist so the last two was me hitting randomize and drawing a pic based on the song before it finished. the second one technically isn’t that cause charlie’s inferno isn’t on apple music cause they hate me so it’s way more of the song out of spite because they wouldn’t give it to me.

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU drabble - Math Class

What is this? Two Drabbles a day?! more and less likely than you think!!

We are back with the baby <3 Baby Nightmare my beloved <3 @spotaus ready friend!

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No edits/betas! We going :D timewise we are in early summer <3

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Nightmare stares down at his little noteblock. He glances back at the little basket and takes careful notes. Six eggs. One bottle of milk. a bag of wheat.

Nightmare turns back to the scale and weighs the wheat. He pulls over the price list and makes careful notes.

Horror sits next to him and watches him note things down "Do you need help?"

Nightmare shakes his skull as he slowly calulates what each thing costs and adds them together like Dust explained to him. start with the single numbers and add those. Note down the extra ten and add those together.

Ngihtmare nods and looks at Crop "It should be 24 gold!" and he waits.

Crop nods "sounds about right." he grins at the customer who had been waiting with a gentle smile "That will be 24 gold then."

the person nods and counts out the money which is given over. They wave goodbye and walk down the market.

Nightmare looks back at his calculations. What if he got it wrong? No one even checked it and-

Horror rubs his skull "No worry."

Nightmare frowns as he shoots them both a look "What if i got it wrong?"

Crop shrugs "If you were very far off they would have said something. The price sounded about the same as what i ask for stuff simular to that. I am sure it is fine."

Nightmare frowns as he looks down. He looks at his dad and gives him the little noteblock. Horror leans closer to Nightmare as he looks over the calculations. He doubl checks a few nad nods "Seems good so far."

Nightmare frowns at the numbers. It is a bit easier to do the math like this. Instead of only numbers or drawings. Actually seeing the items and prices help a bit. Nightmare can't explain why it does but it just does.

It is late morning now and there have been quite a few people buying stuff. Nightmare isn't always fast enough to keep up with the amount of people but Crop got that handled. Whenever someone else comes to buy something while Nightmare is still calculating Crop steps in and helps the person quickly.

Does make Nightmare feel bad about making the people who he is calculating for wait so long. As he is so slow. But Horror reassures him that the people waiting don't mind.

Nightmare doubts it but he won't argue. He looks back at the noteblock and makes little swirling motions with his pen. Tiny patterns on the side of the paper. It is nice. Drawing is actually kinda fun and Nightmare is happy that he tried it. a swirl here, a circle there.

Someone walks up to the stall and Nightmare sits up straight. New customer!

They shoot Nightmare a look before showing the two dozen of eggs and the wheat they picked out.

Nightmare nods and quickly grabs his noteblock to start working on the price. He weights the wheat and notes it down. Oh the same weight off the wheat! that is easy! So that is 13 again. And two dozen eggs is 24 eggs... one for each egg. which means...

Nightmare looks up and looks at crop "37." he nods. feeling very sure about it.

Crop nods and grins at the customer "37 gold it is."

The customer huffs "That can't be right. That is much to expensive!"

Nightmare frowns and looks down. He mutters the numbers to himself softly. the weight times the price is the same as last time. he calculates it again and comes down to 13 again. 24 eggs which are all 1 gold a piece. 13 and 24 added together. first the 3 and 4 which is 7. No extra tens. so just 1 and 2 which is 3 tens. so 37.

Nightmare looks at Crop starting to feel anxious "I still get 37..."

Crop nods and grins at the customer "37 gold please."

the customer huffs "I just told you that is much to expensive!"

Crop nods "then you will just have to put some back."

The customer huffs but Horror leans closer and over Nightmare. The customer gasps and backs up a bit. Horror glares the other down "You heard tiny boss. 37 gold."

the customer grumbles but lays down the gold before huffing and storming off.

Nightmare hugs the noteblock close.

Horror gently bonks their skulls together "You okay little bean?"

Nightmare shrugs and mutters "I really thought it was right..."

Crop grins "and it was right." he sighs as he leans on his fist "You just have those type of people and customers. those who are rude and try to get a discount."

Nightmare nods as he keeps holding the noteblock close. Feeling a bit reassured he did alright after all.

Nightmare pulls the block away from himself and taps it with his pen "don't wanne mess up like... selling stuff.."

Crop chuckles and shrugs "ah it is fine. Everyone knows what everything's price is. or about at least. If you were actually wrong people would be a lot more gentle in their correction and be understanding." Crop grins "Everyone messes up their prices sometimes. Hell I know that Straw and I used to mix up the price for the wheat and the milk a lot when we first started."

That also helps a lot and Nightmare relaxes more "Really?"

Crop nods "of course. everyone messes up sometimes. It is normal and part of doing stuff. No one is always perfect." he shakes his skull "anyone who tells you you have to be perfect all the time is an idiot. No one is always perfect. That doesn't exist."

Nightmare doubts that. Dream is always perfect after all. That was the main difference between him and his twin. Or at least to everyone else. Nightmare however knew Dream also made mistakes...

Someone else walks up to the stand and she coos "Well who is your new employee Crop?"

Crop grins "This is Nightmare. The boss for the day."

The lady giggles "Well then! I wish to buy two dozen eggs if i could."

Nightmare nods and checks his notes quickly before giving the price.

The woman smiles and nods "Thank you so much!" she takes out the needed gold and hands it over to Crop. Crop puts it away. the lady smiles and thanks him once more before leaving the stall.

Nightmare blinks down and shoots Horror a look. Horror grins "see? Generally? People are very nice."

Crop laughs and nods "Unless they are rude or had a very bad day. But normally? people being mean or rude to you? Not your fault. just them going through soemthing."

Nightmare nods and relaxes a bit.

Then the rush happens and Horror actually takes him away from the counter and Nightmare gets to see Crop and Straw work like a well oiled machine to serve all the customers.

It is almost shocking how quickly they work through the stuff they have for sale and when the rush ends most things are gone.

horror puts him back on the counter as Straw stays with them as well. Crop and him talk about how Straw's shopping went and Straw mentions he had no issues.

Nightmare looks at the few things left in stock before looking at the brothers "Is it always that fast?"

Straw grins "Yes! the rush is always a lot which is why i try to get our shopping done early!"

Crop nods as well "Each day has a different rush. weekens are normally early in the morning while the weekdays are like today around lunch time. Seeing as then people get breaks to actually visit the farmers market."

Ngihtamre nods and tilts his skull "Are you guys here daily or not?"

Crop laughs and shakes his skull "We sadly don't produce enough to sell daily. we just go weekly and do eveyrthing in one go. It depends on when it works with the farm which day we go." he grins "Why do you wonder?"

Nightmare shrugs as he mutters "Grapes are starting to grow and we will have to sell those too... was wondering what was normal...."

Crop blinks but Straw laughs "Good thinking! It is always smart to think ahead!" Straw looks thoughtful "I think for you guys it will be a bit different. there will be a time where the grapes will all be fully grown and where the plant keeps producing some for a little while. I think you all will have to be very active witht he harvesting and selling around that time!"

horror nods "We wanted to save some of it. try and make some stuff. but mostly get a feeling for selling and seeing what people agree with price wise."

Crop grins "Like jams? jams are so good and not sold by many. If you don't want to do the rushed selling each day. you can always end up deciding to safe all the grapes for yourself to process into jams. Though you will have to get a large cooling chamber to make sure they don't go bad." Crop leans on his fist "Though i doubt that would be a problem for you guys with how Dust can repair and make about anything as long as he has the parts."

Horror nods and has a loving smile on his face "He is a true engineer..."

Which is when an elder couple walks over and asks if they still have some stock. Nightmare watches as Crop takes the innitiative on this one and helps the elder two. Straw offers to help them carry it back but the couple says they will be fine.

Nightmare watches them go and shoots crop a look. Crop sighs and shrugs "some older folks. have been down on their luck health wise and are still recovering. we all try to make things a bit easier with some cheaper prices for them."

Ngihtmare nods. that explains why the prices didn't make sense.

then his stomach grumbles and he feels embarrased.

Horror chuckles and picks him up from his sitting spot "It is time i get some food for us both." he looks at Crop and Straw "You two okay?"

Crop rolls his eyes and waves him off "We have been doing this for a while. you two take your time to get something to eat."

Straw jumps up "oh! the fishing farm had a special offer! Aparently their farm did very well this spring. They always sell amazing stuff."

horror nods "we will check them. Thank you." Nightmare waves as he leaves his math work on the counter as his dad carries him away to get a lunch snack.

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Nightmare has to learn his classes somehow :D And dust has figured out that a more practical and real version works better to help Nightmare visualise the things he is thought.

So. Live classes at the market! :D

Crop and Straw both were more than happy to help! The other people in town find it cute to see the babybones calculate what the price is. Nightmare doens't notice it but he sticks his tongue out slightly in concentration as he swings his legs. It is an adorable sight and so they don't mind waiting extra time for the price.

And Nightmare is pretty okay with his calculations! he is rarely wrong and if he is wrong Horror is there to help Nightmare see where he went wrong while Crop corrects the amount the customer needs to pay! <3