#westerburg-unknown

[westerburg-unknown]

hiya

oh, hey. (her tone is quite flat. which is normal for her.)

I've seen you before, I think. maybe.

[westerburg-unknown]

(Lita stands there, waiting for the conversation to somehow continue. when she realises that she's the one who has to say something now, she looks (almost) awkward.)

uh, just got out of History class. which was really shit. got Creative Writing next. that might suck less, I guess.

(she trails off slightly, a question in her mind.)

do you wanna sit at my table in the caf later?

I usually sit with my boyfriend... and our girlfriend... but I can't seem to find them lately.

(Lita walks up to you in the hall after class. her spiky blonde hair seems a bit messier than normal, maybe she's stressed? her makeup is gothic, as usual, with deep purple eyeshadow and lipstick, so it's hard to tell for sure, but it looks like there might be some dark circles under her eyes. if she is fretting over something, though, she doesn't show it very much. her expression is as apathetic as ever.)

hey, Ace. I don't typically talk to people like this, but you said hey to me before. so this seems like the right thing to do.

so, how's life, I guess?

--@westerburg-unknown

//im so sorry if that whole description at the start was boring or wtvr, i basically have as much experience w roleplaying as lita does w being expressive 😭

*Ace glanced over, her eyebrows furrowing. She closes the door of her locker and shifts her crossbody bag over her shoulder more.*

“Oh..hey”

[spuffyfit]

Hi so apparently people are defending Calypso now?? Guys what happened ???

I understand that Ody was the first human contact she’d had in years, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that she still disregarded the fact that he was married!

‘Tell me though, Who’s Penelope?’

‘She’s my wife.’

‘Anyway-’

And no, Wanting someone who’s taken isn’t wrong! It becomes a problem when you actively attempt to pursue that person despite them both having a spouse AND telling you to stop?

Not to mention their clear power dynamic, With Calypso being a Goddess / Nymph and bragging about how her island is hidden away??

‘Bow down to the Immortal Calypso!’ / ‘Last I checked, Goddesses don’t die.’ / ‘No one can come or go! My island stays unknown!’

Don’t get me wrong, it’s okay to like an antagonistic character, I’m a fan of many of those types of characters such as Jason Dean / JD from Heathers, Morro / Garmadon From ninjago, Draco Malfoy from Harry Potter, but it becomes a problem when you’re justifying their actions, Let’s use J.D. for example!

If I were to Justify J.D. blowing up Westerburg High because kids were assholes and he lost his mother, that would be wrong, because yes, While losing loved ones and being bullied with no particular good influences in life can result in you being reckless, that still didn’t give him the right to blow up an entire school????? Not to mention there were innocent people in there too?

And I even saw some people comparing Calypso to Circe?

Circe not only backed off when Ody explained that he had a wife to go home to, but helped him too! And not even just that, she wasn’t even seriously trying to seduce him?? If you were on the stream for the vengeance saga then you would know that Circe was hiding a dagger. She was trying to KILL Odysseus for the purpose of protecting her nymphs, because what would you do if some guys just came storming into your hometown after you lost almost everything because you let some strangers live last time??

Calypso on the other hand had nothing to protect, and obsessed over Ody all on her own. I understand that no one taught her how to love properly, but if you really loved someone, would you constantly push their boundaries even after being told it’s harming them? I would hope not, but maybe that’s just wishful thinking.

By the way, Epic!Calypso is not cursed, that’s PJO!Calypso!

Sorry if this comes off as harsh, But cmon guys ☹️

@indigo-greer-collins @literallyangelshaw (thank u guys for helping me w this)

[chippyredd]

Heathers Parahumans AU

I was bored and decided to work out an au for my two favorite obsessions. This is just the powers I think fit them the best but I have more ideas about what some of the dynamics would be like.

Heathers Villain Team - The Clique: Made up of Chandler, Duke, Mac, Ram and Kurt, Most Notorious Group in Westerburg City

The Duke - shapeshifter - changer: can turn into any individual upon ingestion of their dna, vomits it up in order to revert back

The Almighty (Chandler) - leader obviously - master manipulator - thinker: able to pick any individual and see the past hour of their actions as well as perfectly predict their future actions for the next hour - master: can speak directly into a person’s mind disguised as intrusive thoughts

The Gymnasium Cluster - Ram, Kurt, and Macnamara - Muscle of the group - Not sure what the event itself was yet - shared Brute, Shaker, and Mover powers - themed around kinetic energy along with football and cheerleading

The Ram - brute: kinetic energy and momentum manipulation, weaker base strength but has the ability to charge up attacks through continued motion ex. effortlessly smashing through buildings with a running start or swinging fist for a stronger punch - shaker: increases inertia in a radius around him, harder to get out of the way, - mover: can change directions instantly, has a cool down

The Catcher (Kurt) - shaker: has telekinetic control of objects as long as they’re being moved towards him - brute: lesser brute super strength and can choose to nullify the kinetic energy of the object he catches - mover: can ride objects by staying on one side of them

The Captain (Mac) - mover: can pick a location in line of sight and will begin flying towards it in a straight line, can orient herself anyway in mid-air, can’t change where she’s going until destination is reached - brute: any interfering objects in the line are destroyed, landing energy can be nullified or not, up to mac - shaker: sends a rippling aura upon landing that stuns enemies in a radius

Hero:

Jason Dean (goes by JD, even as a hero) - tinker with specialty in power armor and explosions, armor that propels itself with explosions, armor that shoots explosive bullets, explosive shockwave punches etc. - charming hero that hates all villains with a passion, potentially murderous streak

Fresh Trigger, Unknown Affiliation:

Veronica (The Nobody) - fresh trigger, hasn’t gone public at story start - ability to imbue her voice and written words with a level of truth unless directly contradicted by observed reality (basically people believe what she says), perfect forgeries of documents, IDs, etc, familiar objects gain the ability to be altered more over time (weapons and armor written to be stronger than they would normally be), can give commands in battle that cause temporary confusion in enemies, very draining however - second trigger: her words become truth in the minds of all who hear it until contradicted by future statements, minor reality manipulation on familiar objects which manifest instantly

This intersection of fandoms is probably a deepcut, but if you have any thoughts about the au or the character dynamics, I'd love to hear them.

[scarlethuntress76]

Since Nerdy Prudes Must Die was just released over the weekend I thought that’s it’s time I release a couple theories I had about the lore about our favourite mystical and mysterious town of Hatchetfield and some of its residents

My theory is about our favourite soldier: General John McNamara. I think that he secretly had a daughter with unknown woman who he named Heather McNamara probably after one of his relatives. He had to provide for his family and keep P.E.I.P a secret so he got a job in Westerburg selling engagement rings to not let his family know that he was working at P.E.I.P to protect them from Wiggly and other extraterrestrial threats.

I also have another theory. You know how General John McNamara said that there’s millions of universes? Well think about all of the StarKid Productions shows they’ve done so far. What if they all took place in seperate universes where Wiggly, Otho, Tinky, Blinky and Nibbly tried to take over but failed due to everyone in the town coming together and beating them back into the Black and White? And you know how all of Robert Manion’s characters die? What if that’s one of the constants in each universe? Thank you for your time

[westerburg-unknown]

yeah, I guess so. I don't know. it just doesn't feel like there's much of a point. nobody likes me much, and I don't like anyone else either. and I already learned most of the stuff they're teaching. I spent the summer reading at home.

I haven't actually gone inside school in about a week. I just sit out here in the parking lot all day. nobody seems to notice me. am I strange for this? I guess I probably am.

Maybe you should go in? The lessons are pretty chill

[pictureswithboxes]

Chapter 7 is up!

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Veronica was standing with Martha at their lockers before class when two girls walked their way. Veronica knew them well enough, Jane and Ashley were their names and Veronica was sure that if it weren’t for The Heathers, they would be good candidates for the top of the food chain at Westerburg. They were chattering about something, only to slow when they saw Veronica and Martha. Jane turned to Ashley and whispered something to her, Veronica was just close enough to hear the term “Dump-Truck” being used. 

Ashley laughed at that before she and Jane started to walk off again. Veronica watched them for a moment, she felt fury build inside of her. How dare they act like that toward Martha? Nothing gave them the right to be this way and all Veronica wanted to do was tell them that. Maybe she also wanted to slap them across their stupid faces as well, but that would probably result in a suspension of some kind. 

Veronica didn’t care about missing school, but a suspension would probably affect her college prospects. 

“Hold that thought.” Veronica said to Martha before she headed toward the two girls. 

She wasn’t quite sure what she was going to say, all Veronica knew was that she was furious. The girls were barely four steps ahead of Veronica, she only needed three seconds to catch up to them. 

“Hey!” Veronica said as sharply as she could manage. 

The two girls turned around and gave Veronica, both looking slightly annoyed by Veronica’s intrusion. 

“Veronica, right?” Jane asked, her tone almost dismissive already. “What’s up?”

Veronica took a second to think of what Heather Chandler would say if she were here. She had to think of something cutting and intimidating to say. 

“I must have heard you guys wrong just now.” That probably wasn’t the most intimidating thing she could say, but Veronica stood by that. “I mean, I didn’t just hear you both call my best friend Martha Dump-Truck, did I?”

Jane and Ashley both scoffed and Ashley rolled her eyes. 

“I know you may think you’re at the top of the untouchable now that you’re The Heathers’ little lap dog,” Ashley said, crossing her arms and straightening her back. “So I’m gonna give you some free advice. Ditch the loser if you know what’s good for you. The Heathers can only keep you safe for so long if all you do is commit social suicide.”

Jane laughed and with that the two girls turned and sauntered off. 

Veronica stood in the hallway, frozen. Did she really think that just because The Heathers let her hang out with them, it meant that everything would be perfect for everyone? She had no real power at this school, no one respected or feared her like they did The Heathers. Sure, she was left alone by the masses, but what good was that when her best friend still got bullied? How many times had this happened when Veronica was too busy hanging out with The Heathers to notice any kind of torment? 

“Let it go, Veronica.” Martha’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She sounded dejected, Veronica knew that Martha was used to this kind of thing. That just made it even worse. “It’s not a big deal. And we're about to be late to class.”

“Who the fuck do they think they are?” Veronica was seething. 

“Let it go.” Martha repeated. “It doesn’t matter.”

Veronica nodded. “Fine, I’ll let it go.” She lied, walking with Martha to their history class. 

. .

The Heathers were already seated at their lunch table in the center of the cafeteria when Veronica arrived for lunch. She hadn’t felt this nervous about speaking to them since the first day they’d met. Veronic kept telling herself that she didn’t need to be nervous, that what she was going to be asking for was normal enough for friends to ask for. Right?

Veronica paused when she got to the table, the cafeteria was loud and The Heathers rarely paid attention to anyone. They hadn’t noticed her yet. Duke was reading aloud as Mac and Chandler listened. When they’d first met, Veronica would have thought they were bored and not paying attention, but now after knowing them now it was clear that they were very interested in whatever Duke was reading to them.

“-The unknown fixed on the young man one of those looks which penetrate into the depth of the heart and thoughts.” Duke was reading when Veronica cleared her throat to announce her presence. 

“Hey Veronica.” Mac gave Veronica a little wave. “How’s it going?”

“I crave a boon.” Veronica blurted, earning confused looks from the three girls. 

“A boon?” Chandler asked, raising an eyebrow. “What kind of boon? And also why are you talking like I’m a pirate captain in the sixteen hundreds?”

Veronica could have hit herself for her phrasing. Of course Chandler would call her out on talking like a historical figure. “Well...” Veronica paused. “I need you guys to help me with something.”

“Generally that’s what a boon is,” Duke said, putting her book down. “Why are you still standing?”

“And why are you acting like you’re asking for a favor from the mafia?” Mac asked with a furrowed brow. 

Veronica sat down, she couldn’t help but fiddle with her skirt when she did so. 

“Just spit it out.” Chandler sighed, she looked bored. “Seriously, with the way you’re acting, it’s like you want us to help you dispose of a body.”

“Oh I know!” Mac said excitedly. “We get some liquid nitrogen, douse the body in it, shatter the body into tiny chunks, then throw them into different dumpsters all over town. That way no one will find the body, no body no crime.”

“Does the FBI need to put you on some kind of list?” Duke laughed, looking at Mac fondly. 

“Or acid.” Mac added after some thought. 

“Acid?” Duke leaned forward, she looked more interested in a hypothetical body dump than she did with this entire conversation. “What kind of acid?”

“Shut up, Heather.” Chandler said, snapping their attention back to the conversation at hand, before looking pointedly at Veronica. “Speak now, Veronica.”

“Some girls have been being mean to Martha and I can’t stop them.” Veronica blurted out, this seemed to pique The Heathers’ interest a little. “I need your help so they can leave Martha alone. They don’t listen to me, but everyone listens to you guys. I just... I don’t know what to do short of using violence. Please make them leave Martha alone.”

The Heathers were quiet for a few moments, their faces almost unreadable as they exchanged glances. 

“First off,” Chandler said finally in a particularly disinterested tone that made Veronica want to scream. “Violence really isn’t the answer. Not for you, at least. I could get away with slapping someone across the face, but you definitely couldn’t. For me it would be putting someone in their place, for you... Everyone would just say that a former freak became unhinged. Not a good look.”

Veronica opened her mouth to speak, to tell Chandler that she hadn’t asked if she could ever get away with slapping a person. But Chandler simply held up her hand to keep her from speaking. 

“As for the Martha situation,” She continued. “Did she ask you to help her?”

“What?” Was all that came out of Veronica’s mouth. 

“Did Martha ask for your help?” Duke repeated Chandler’s question. 

“No, she didn’t.” Veronica replied. What did Martha asking her for help have anything to do asking The Heathers for help? “What does that have to do with anything? My friend is being harassed, I have the resources to help end that harassment. If I don’t help her, then I’m doing her a disservice.”

“You feel guilty.” Chandler said after a moment. “You have some powerful new friends so people are afraid to mess with you. But our umbrella doesn’t cover Martha, and that gives you nasty, little tummy rumbling.” She paused and took in a breath. “As for these girls, you have to think about how it’s going to look if we come running to her defense.”

“How’s it going to look, Heather?” Veronica’s blood was boiling. Chandler could have just given her a yes or no answer, but for some reason she decided that this had to be a learning opportunity. 

“Like we give a shit.” Chandler said with a sigh. “And like Martha can’t handle her shit. We storm up to these girls and demand that they leave Martha alone, she’ll have a week, maybe two, tops. But we can’t and won’t hover over Martha’s shoulder everywhere she goes. We don’t have classes or lunch with her. And our lockers are on the other end of the hall. We have no way to ensure that whatever happened to Martha won’t happen again.” 

“What are you saying?” Veronica had to clench her jaw to keep from yelling at Chandler. 

“What I’m saying is that anything we do would be a bandaid.” Chandler replied. “We’d have to rely on your friend tattling to us whenever someone is mean to her. Which then makes all of our actions reactive rather than proactive. Meaning, we’d be playing cleanup. Not running maintenance.”

“So you’re saying you can’t do anything?” Veronica demanded. 

“We never said that.” Mac said, her face was just as unreadable as the others’. 

“Then please stop giving me a high school politics lesson and please just tell me you can do something!” Veronica snapped. 

“If you understood high school politics better, you wouldn’t be in this situation.” Duke replied with more venom than Veronica could ever hope to muster. Her eyes were sharp and her glare was almost painful. “But here we are, so let Heather talk.”

“We can make their lives miserable.” Chandler said, taking her cue from Duke. “Punish them. Retribution and all that. But... It can’t be us telling them why. If we do that, we lose power. We lose power, and next thing we know, we’re...” She glanced at Mac.

“Heather McNa-Moron.” Mac sighed. 

“Or Heather Dyke.” Duke added. “Or Heather Puke, if my hypothetical tormentor isn’t a homophobe.”

“The downside is that if they’re miserable, then they might take it out on Martha.” Chandler continued. “Now, I can think of worse things to do to a person than just a mean nickname that rolls right off the tongue.”

“Especially with all the ammo she just hands out.” Duke added. “No offense.”

“So it’s up to you.” Chandler folded her hands in front of her on the table. Her pose, her perfect posture, the sharp look in her eye, it all made her look like a supervillain. “Give me the names and I will make their lives pure hell. Or, you let it go, respect Martha’s wishes, and we never speak of this again.”

The way Duke and Mac sat beside her, one on each side, their eyes boring holes into Veronica as she considered the offer, they were like a group of sharks. And Veronica was about to chum the waters. 

Veronica thought for a moment. Was she really just feeling guilty about her newfound friendship? And even if she was feeling guilty, what did it matter? Her friend was suffering, and she had the means to help her. It was wrong not to help her. Wasn’t it? Martha had to have told her to let it go because she didn’t want to be a bother. Veronica had to help her friend. 

“Martha can never know.” Veronica said finally. “None of this gets back to her.”

“Veronica, I can confidently say that I’ve never knowingly spoken a word to your friend.” Chandler said. “Honestly, before this year, I probably wouldn’t have been able to pick her out of a line up. There’s no way this would get to her.”

“I’m not even sure who we’re talking about, if I’m being honest.” Mac said, turning to Chandler. “Isn’t she Harvey Dinsmore’s sister?”

“What?” Veronica frowned. “We’re talking about Martha Dunnstock, not Leslie Dinsmore.”

“Please just give us the names and stop being so dramatic.” Duke sighed in a bored tone. “This isn’t the fucking Godfather. Just spit it out already. Not everything has to be a big production”

“Jane Derringer and Ashley Evans.” Veronica said quickly. 

“Ashley’s on the cheer team.” Chandler said, turning to Mac. “See what you can do.”

 “I’ll have her running extra suicides this week.” Mac said. “Trisha Cappelletti, from Northpoint Catholic, told me that she got a nose-job the summer before she transferred to Westerburg last year. I could make a couple calls. Ashley was on their squad, they’re bound to have photos. Post them all over the school. Trisha owes me a favor, she won’t tell.”

“You’re sure she won’t tell?” Duke asked, she looked suspicious. 

“Completely.” Mac nodded. “I loaned her my lalas at a competition last year after she... uh... had an incident with hers.”

“That’s too much too fast, suicides are fine though.” Chandler nodded knowingly. “She doesn’t have anything on you, does she?”

“The only people who have anything on me are at this lunch table.” Mac rolled her eyes. “And I could take you all down with me if I wanted to.”

Veronica frowned at that. Eating lunch with these girls was like eating lunch with members of the KGB.

“As for Jane...” Chandler said, turning to Duke. “Did you hear that she’s been cheating on Jake Devaran with Alex McMinnimen?”

“I sure did.” Duke said, opening her book again. “I also heard that she’s missed her last period. Her and Jake apparently haven’t done anything yet, but it would really be a shame if a rumor started about her getting pregnant.”

“Oh that’s fun.” Chandler smirked. “Let’s stagger these rumors. Spread the cheating shit around for a week or so, then we’ll start on telling everyone that she’s about to be rocking a fetus fanny pack a little bit later.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Mac said, clapping her hands together. “We should get tacos!”

“Oh man, from that authentic place on Main?” Duke replied with a nod. “Definitely. I’d kill or die for their pork tacos.”

Veronica sat there for a moment with her mouth agape. How could they be so casual about this? It was like they already had a plan for what they were going to do. Did they just have an issue with these two girls already? Or did they have a plan for how they were going to take down everyone at Westerburg? 

“You guys never asked what they did.” She said, making the three of them look up at her again. 

“Does it matter?” Mac asked before taking a sip from her chocolate milk. 

. .

The library at Westerburg High School was not used often, mostly due to Westerburg not having an actual librarian, making it impossible to check books out of the library. Veronica had asked several teachers on more than one occasion if she could borrow a book for her studies, only to be told that she needed to come in on her own time to read in the facility itself. Unfortunately for Veronica, there weren’t any faculty members willing to stay behind to supervise a reading teenager. 

The Heathers, as it turned out, were much more persuasive when it came to convincing faculty to stay behind and supervise them. Or rather, the group had been given a key by the principal after they had promised not to steal anything. Veronica wasn’t sure that was a very good system.

“When the hell are we going to get a damn color copier at this school?” Duke muttered as she and Chandler made copies of the photo that Mac had been able to procure using her cheerleading connections after over a month or so of waiting. 

“I don’t think anyone’s going to care about the color.” Chandler said, grabbing a stack of freshly printed papers. “Did you get the tape, Heather?” She looked over to the table that Mac was sitting on.

Mac held up three rolls of masking tape with a smile. “Got it.”

“Good.” Chandler nodded. “I think five hundred copies should be enough. We should get these posted.” She passed everyone a stack of flyers. “Heather, you do the second floor and the gym, and Heather, you do the junior and senior hallway. Veronica, you come with me, we’ll cover the freshman wing. Once we’re done, we’ll meet up at the cafeteria. Make sure that you save at least ten copies each, I want the cafeteria covered in these.”

“Got it.” Duke gave Chandler a mock salute before leaving.

“See ya.” Mac said, practically skipping out of the library. 

This left Chandler and Veronica alone to do their work. Veronica’s work was essentially just following Chandler around and holding her papers for her. She also was apparently the lookout too, though the school was already locked up, so Veronica wasn’t sure why that job was needed. 

“You know, it was only a matter of time before Ashley Evans and Jane Derringer crossed a line.” Chandler said once they’d finished plastering the freshman lockers with Ashley Evans’ pre nose-job face and were headed to the cafeteria. “They always forget that they don’t exist in a vacuum. Like come on guys, your actions have consequences. Unfortunately for them, it’s apparently my job to teach them this lesson.”

Veronica couldn’t argue with that statement. 

“The thing is, Veronica,” Chandler continued as she began posting flyers all over the cafeteria. “Real life sucks you dry, if you want to fuck with the eagles you have to learn to fly. And do you know how birds learn to fly?”

“They get pushed out of the nest.” Veronica replied. 

“And some of them fly, others just fall and die.” Chandler nodded, she taped a flyer to the vending machine. 

“Thanks for the life advice, Mother Goose.” Veronica said. 

“Oh shut up, everyone knows that people remember shit better if it rhymes.” Chandler snapped before tapping the vending machine twice.“You want a pop? I’m buying.”

“Sure.” Veronica shrugged. “I’ll have a-”

“I’m gonna guess.” Chandler said quickly, shoving a bill into the machine. “You look like you drink Dr. Pepper. No offense.”

“I mean, I do drink Dr. Pepper, but why would I be offended?” Veronica asked, watching as Chandler hit two buttons at the same time. “And what the everloving fuck are you doing?”

“Well, it’s no fun if I just buy you a drink.” Chandler said as a bottle fell and clanged at the bottom of the machine. “Think of it as a game of roulette. Either you get the Dr. Pepper that you crave, or you get milk.”

“Milk? From the vending machine?” Veronica furrowed her brow. “Why is there milk in the vending machine?”

“I don’t know.” Chandler shrugged. “But I don’t know how often they change out the machine gets restocked. So are you feeling lucky?”

“Why are you like this?” Veronica asked, bending down to grab her drink. 

“Do you want a joke answer or do you want to hear all about my childhood traumas?” Chandler replied sarcastically. 

Veronica chose to ignore that and grabbed the bottle, scowling when she saw that it was a bottle of milk. Regular, white milk. It wasn’t even chocolate. This was such a disappointment. Veronica scowled at Chandler, who was not even bothering to hide her laughter. 

“Dude, you just wasted a dollar.” Veronica said, tossing the milk into the garbage can. “And for what? Two seconds of laughter?”

“Worth it.” Chandler was cackling. “Wanna try again? What’re the odds you get milk twice?”

“Do me a favor and never go to Vegas.” Came the voice of Duke as she and Mac entered the cafeteria. 

“There go my weekend plans.” Chandler rolled her eyes and fed the machine another bill. “Who wants to try their luck? Veronica?” She met Veronica’s eye. “Double or nothing? If it’s a Dr. Pepper, I’ll get you a second one. If it’s milk, you have to open it up and take a sip.” 

“Don’t do it, Veronica.” Mac said, crossing her arms and leaning against the table. “I once got the milk and she made me take a sip.” She scowled. “Gross.”

Chandler smirked. “Tick tock, Veronica.” 

“Fine.” Veronica shrugged. What was the worst that could happen? She’d take a sip of something gross, it wasn’t like it was her own money she was wasting. 

Chandler slammed both buttons and a bottle clanged down. “What do you think it’s gonna be?” She bent down to grab the bottle and her smirk became almost predatory. “I am so happy.”

Veronica scowled when Chandler placed a bottle of milk in her hand. “You’re a dick.”

“You made a bet.” Chandler said, her eyes narrowing. “Now sip the probably bad milk or I’ll shove the entire bottle up your growler.”

Veronica wanted to ask Chandler what the fuck a growler was, but on another level, she absolutely did not want to find out. She wrinkled her nose and opened the lid of the bottle before lifting it to her lips and taking the smallest sip possible. The unmistakable taste of sour milk slipped into her mouth and Veronica almost gagged before throwing the bottle into the trash. 

“You suck.” Veronica groaned, digging into her pocket and pulling out a bill. She got herself a Dr. Pepper to wash the taste away. 

“You made your choice.” Chandler shrugged, turning to the others. “You guys get good coverage?” 

Duke and Mac nodded, both looking smug. 

“I can’t wait to see Ashley’s face tomorrow.” Mac said gleefully. 

“Are we ready to go?” Duke asked, glancing around the cafeteria with a frown. “This place gives me the creeps at night.”

“Yep.” Chandler nodded, gathering her things and heading toward the doors. “You guys wanna grab some food then head to mine?” 

“Sure thing!” Mac replied, following Chandler out. She was practically skipping. 

Duke and Veronica followed last, walking a little slower than Mac was. 

“What the fuck is a growler?” Veronica asked Duke. 

. .

Veronica walked into Westerburg with her head held high, there was a certain amount of power that came with knowing someone else’s week would be absolutely ruined because she willed it to happen. As she walked to her locker, she heard a few people whispering about how they’d heard Jane was pregnant with a baby that wasn’t her boyfriend’s and saw the flyers with Ashley’s original nose on them. If these were different girls, if they hadn’t been blatantly mean to her best friend, Veronica would have felt sorry for them. But they made the mistake of insulting Martha right in front of Veronica, and for that they needed to be punished. 

“Hey Veronica.” Martha greeted Veronica when she got to her locker, she looked a little less than thrilled to see Veronica. 

“Hey Martha.” Veronica smiled. “How’s it going?”

“I’m all right.” Martha crossed her arms and leaned against the lockers, she fixed Veronica with a glare. “But I did hear a rumor. Apparently Jane Derringer is pregnant with Alex McMinnimen’s baby and everyone is going crazy about Ashley Evans’ nose.”

Veronica pretended to look surprised. “Oh wow, really? What’s up with her nose?”

“One of the reasons why you’re such an easy person to be friends with is because you’re such a terrible liar.” Martha deadpanned. 

Veronica felt a pit of dread form in her stomach. “What?”

“Veronica.” Martha sighed. “Do you really expect me to believe that it’s a coincidence that a little while after Ashely and Jane were mean to me, suddenly there are rumors and mean flyers going around? You got The Heathers to help you get revenge, didn’t you?”

“Well, look at you, Nancy Drew.” Veronica forced herself to laugh. 

Martha didn’t look amused. “Veronica, come on. This isn’t funny.”

“What was I supposed to do?” Veronica asked. “They were jerks to you and deserved to get a little blowback. I tried to stand up to them and make them stop, and all they did was laugh at me! So I reached out and got back at them.”

“Veronica.” Martha’s frown deepened. She didn’t look angry anymore, she looked disappointed. “But you stooped to their level. You’re no better than they are.”

Veronica rolled her eyes. That was exactly the kind of movie bullshit logic that she hated. It was what kept the hero from killing the villain, even after they’d absolutely mowed down groups and groups of the villains minions. It made no sense to Veronica on movie nights and it made no sense to her now. 

“That logic makes no sense.” Veronica replied. “You can’t just let people be jerks with no push back, letting them be mean to you isn’t an option. I’m not going to let my best friend keep getting hurt just so I can pat myself on the back for being the bigger person!”

“But that’s what I asked you to do.” Martha said. “This was my problem, not yours. And I wanted to rise above it. You didn’t listen to me. I told you to let it go and instead you got your friends to bully these girls. Now everyone knows that Ashley’s nose is fake and that Jane cheats on Jake with Alex. That’s way worse than being called Dump-truck once sometimes.” 

Veronica frowned. “Okay, I admit, it was kind of an escalation.” She nodded. “But-”

“No buts.” Martha interrupted. “You broke my trust and that’s not okay. Period. You’re in the wrong.”

With that, Martha turned her heel and walked away. Veronica watched her go, frozen in place. Did she and Martha just have a fight? She and Martha never fought, sure they’d had their disagreements, but never to the point of a storm off. 

It didn’t feel right at all. 

. .

“Martha and I had a fight.” Veronica said when she sat at the lunch table. 

“And let me guess, you’re going to project your frustration with yourself at us?” Chandler asked, barely even looking at Veronica. “Because if that’s the case, don’t even bother. It’s so cliche and played out, and we established that you were going against her wishes when you asked us for this favor so-”

“Heather, I’m not mad at you.” Veronica said quickly, earning a glare from Chandler. 

“Don’t fucking interrupt me.” Chandler said in a low, dangerous voice. “Ever. Understood?”

“Right, I won’t.” Veronica replied with a nod. “Sorry, Heather.”

“It’s fine.” Chandler said, leaning forward onto her elbows. “So you and Martha had a fight because you went behind her back and got revenge on her behalf. Go on.”

“She’s mad because I didn’t listen to her, and I get that.” Veronica said with a frown. “But she wasn’t listening to me when I told her my side. I just don’t get why she’s mad. People were being mean to her and I had the power to stop it. What was I supposed to do? Watch my friend get hurt over and over again until graduation?”

“It sounds like a tough situation to be in.” Mac said in a noncommittal tone. “It sounds a lot like being between a rock and a hard place. I don’t know what I’d do.”

“That’s why I exclusively make friends with vindictive bitches.” Duke shrugged, unsurprisingly, Chandler and Mac smiled at the accusation. “If someone hurts these two, they’d love to see that person burn.”

“She’s right, I would.” Chandler nodded. 

“Maybe apologize to Martha.” Mac said softly. “You can’t really take back what happened, especially since I know for a fact that Heather, Heather, and I will not be cleaning those flyers up. But It sounds like you just hurt Martha’s feelings. Apologizing to her might be a good first step.” She paused. “Unfortunately you might need to have a talk with Martha about feelings.”

“Gross.” Chandler scowled. 

“Ditto.” Duke added.

Veronica groaned at the idea. That sounded like the worst possible solution. 

“You know, sometimes it’s kind of hard to deal with you guys and your emotional constipation.” Mac said with a frown. 

“Shut up, Heather.”

. .

Veronica would rather eat glass than talk about her feelings. Fortunately for Martha, she loved her best friend more than she hated dumping all her emotions out in front of another person. Her friendship with Martha meant everything. 

So there she stood, on Martha’s doorstep after school. Veronica rang the doorbell, the sound of the ring seemed to kick start her heart into overdrive. She’d never been this nervous to speak to Martha before, then again, she’d never had Martha more than a little annoyed with her before. Logically, she knew there was no way that this was a friendship ending argument, but there was a little nagging voice in the back of her mind that kept telling her that if she said the wrong thing, they may never recover. 

It felt ridiculous to even think about.

“Hi, Veronica.” Martha said when she answered the door, opening it a little wider so Veronica could step in. “What’s up?”

“I’m sorry.” Veronica said the moment she stepped through Martha’s front door. “I didn’t mean to hurt you or make you feel like I don’t listen to you. I just didn’t want to see you hurting. Especially since I don’t get bothered so much anymore, ya know? I just... You know... I love you, I guess. So I didn’t want to see you get hurt.” 

“Oh.” Martha looked very surprised. “I don’t know what I was expecting.”

“Yeah, I kind of surprised myself if I’m being honest.” Veronica let out a nervous laugh. “But, you know me, I need to be the hero and save the day. I just... I let my feelings overshadow yours. That wasn’t cool of me.”

“No, it really wasn’t.” Martha replied, crossing her arms. “And I think I’m gonna still be mad for the rest of the night.”

“I understand.” Veronica nodded. 

“I’m not gonna lie, it sucks that you didn’t listen to me.” Martha smiled after a moment. “But you really pulled out the big guns for me, didn’t you? They called me a mean name and you basically ordered a mob hit on them.”

Veronica laughed. “I was just fighting fire with fire.”

“More like fighting minnows with sharks.” Martha replied. 

“Don’t say that around The Heathers, the next thing we’d know, they’d be arguing about what kind of sharks they are.” 

[woahhiperson]

Continue of previous idea dump:

Grima begins to tell Robin how the other Shepherds have made Chrom doubtful of them, feeding on Robin’s secret love for him. Robin is in such a vulnerable, hurt place that it works. Grima/Robin begins to try persuade Chrom to join them, trying to chromvince him that they aren’t evil. (This is where ima use some of meant to be yours cause it did fuel this entire idea afterall)

Those assholes are the key!

They're keeping you away from me!

They made you blind, messed up your mind

But I can set you free!

Robin’s hidden desperation fueled by Grimas quiet whisper causes him to begin to spill everything to Chrom, rage practically spilling out as he begins to almost sob. He tries to tell Chrom how the Shepherds were leading him astray, although he had little to no evidence of it because it wasn’t exactly true.

You left me and I fell apart, I punched the wall and cried—

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Then I found you changed my heart and set loose all that truthful shit inside!

He begins telling Chrom how much he depended on him, and how he felt so broken when they were separated. At this point Chrom is more scared of him than willing to join him because he had never heard Robin so unhinged. ‘Was this who Robin truely was?’

I was meant to be yours!

We were meant to be one!

Don't give up on me now!

Finish what we've begun!

I was meant to be yours!

Robin confesses his love at possibly the worst time cause that just kinda happens, but of course he is a bit more forceful about it than he would usually be. Grima is still standing back not doing much other than occasionally whispering to Robin.

So when the high school gym goes boom with everyone inside—

Pchw! Pchw! Pchw!

In the rubble of their tomb

We'll plant this note explaining why they died!

We, the students of Westerburg High

Will die. Our burnt bodies may finally get through

To you. Your society churns out slaves and blanks

No thanks. Signed the Students of Westerburg High

'Goodbye.'

Robin forgets about hiding the plan and tells Chrom how he was about to kill them all, including Chrom himself. Chrom is pretty much chromvinced that Robin has gone insane and is ready to keep him from hurting anyone, even if it meant hurting him. Robin had just told him his feelings and Chrom is frustrated that he hadn’t told Robin his earlier, as he wouldn’t be telling them now.

We'll watch the smoke poor out the doors.

Bring marshmallows,

We'll make s'mores!

We can smile and cuddle while the fire roars!

Chrom is scared of Robin now. ‘Why would he enjoy watching his friends die?!?’

I was meant to be yours!

We were meant to be one!

I can't make this alone!

Finish what we've begun!

You were meant to be mine!

I am all that you need!

You carved open my heart!

Can't just leave me to bleed!

Robin is desperate as he spills everything. He doesn’t want Chrom to hate him. Robin tries so hard to chromvince him that he isn’t the enemy. Grima’s influence has gone to far, and most of Robin has faded away, leaving a desperate shell of who he used to be. It gives Grima utter glee to see Robin broken as he begs Chrom to come out and forgive him, and join him.

Veronica, open the—open the door, please'

Veronica, open the door.

Veronica, can we not fight anymore'

Please, can we not fight anymore'

(Of course Chrom’s name aint Veronica but i dont wanna change the lyrics rn) Robin is starting to get angry at Chrom for not letting him in, but he is trying to stay calm as to keep Chrom on his side. Chrom is not on his side, though, but Robin doesn’t know that.

Veronica, sure, you're scared,

I've been there. I can set you free!

Veronica, don't make me come in there!

I'm gonna count to three!

(Spoken) One! Two! Fuck it!

He is trying so hard to tell Chrom that everything is going to be okay. Then Robin can’t handle the silence that he has been getting almost the entire time and breaks open the door, only to have a sword pointed at his throat. Robin had flung his tome away long ago during the beginning arguements, and was stuck weaponless, Falchion almost hissing as it was ready to penetrate his throat. Robin can’t win, not without something changing. Grima comes back and takes most of the control before Robin does anything too irrational. Grima/Robin realizes that he isn’t backed against a wall, and makes a run for it, still not grabbing the tome that had been left on the ground. Robin turns and runs out the opposite exit from which the Shepherds had come in, running out into the fields. The Shepherds had long began searching for the two as they had been gone for quite awhile, and see Robin as he escapes the building, with Chrom not trailing too far behind. Some of the Shepherds chase after them, leaving some behind to take care of supplies. Robin runs into the forest, trying to lose Chrom, but Robin can’t seem to fully escape ad everytime he looks behind him, he can see Falchion glinting in what little light there was. Turns out that one of the Shepherds that had joined the chase was Lucina, because she did not want to leave her father alone. After all, she never knew exactly when he had been killed. She came just to be safe. Soon Grima/Robin reaches a dead end, and is forced to face Chrom head on. Grima/Robin can see dried tears on Chroms face as he slowly draws near, the others not much further behind. Lucina comes quicker than the others, asking her father what happened. Chrom stays silent, focused on stopping Robin in almost whatever way he had to. Robin seemed to have gone insane, for an unknown reason, and he could not let him run around unsupervised anymore. After all, Robin could end up hurting himself in the process. He stands before Robin, who is shaking, staring with wide eyes as he desperately searches for an escape. Grima/Robin thinks that Chrom wants to kill them. Then, in a rush preceded by nothing, Grima/Robin pushes Chrom away and steals Falchion, throwing it off to the side as he begins to run again. Then he is caught by Lucina, who ties his hands in rope. Lucina had realized that there was a wild look in Robin’s eyes and wondered, ‘was it possibly Robin who had killed father?’ She wouldn’t have ever guessed it before, but now, he seemed about ready to do anything. Lucina questioned Robin about this in front of everyone who had followed, and Robin nervously denies wanting to hurt Chrom, almost going on another rant when Chrom stops Lucina and tells her Robin needs to be sent away. Everyone questions why, and Chrom tells them everything as Robin feels everything inside him crumble away. He trusted Chrom, and Chrom had told them everything that he wanted to keep secret? Robin slowly recedes to the innermost area of his mind, letting himself hide away, leaving Grima in complete control. While Chrom does want to send Robin to a safer place where he can be monitored, they are in the middle of a war at the moment, so they will have to bring him along. They meet back at their most recent battle site and continue along, always keeping an eye on Robin, who has only begun planning his next move. (Ok i might write out the rest of the ideas i have rn later cause ive been typing for awhile and I tired sooooo yeah)

[heathersgameoftag]

do you have a passage in mind that you want to analyse..? like one you particularly enjoyed writing?x

yes, there is! the nightmare scene in Rosebush is probably my top pick

“Looks like you won’t be needing this!”

Heather watched Veronica take out her red scrunchie from her pocket, then carelessly tossed it over the the other side of the bed. Heather tried to crawl after it, but another hand snatched it away. She came face to face with a red blazer - one similar to hers in colour, but not in style. She brought her eyes up to see who the hand belonged to, and shrank away when she saw Heather Duke, towering over her.

“Never took Heather Chandler for a dyke, but here we are!” she laughed, looping her hair through the scrunchie. “A shame, really. Your reign was alright while it lasted, I guess.” She shrugged, placing a hand on her hip.

“Give me that back!” Heather snarled, trying to lean forward while also keeping the duvet covering her body. “You don’t know that yet!”

“Everyone else knows,” another voice sounded from the bottom of her bed. She turned to see Heather McNamara, her eyes dull and apathetic. “You should never have admitted anything to me, Heather. Did you honestly think I was going to miss up on such an opportunity to take you down?” A smirk appeared on her lips, one she had no idea she was capable of doing.

Heather stared at the blonde in awe. “But you said you’d keep quiet!”

“What do you think this is, Kindergarten?” she scoffed. “Get real, Heather. You’re ruined. No one’s gonna touch a dyke with a six foot pole.”

“Now, now, Heather. I think we’re exaggerating a little.” Veronica and Duke began to stalk to the end of the bed, taking their place next to McNamara. “That whore will be good for one thing.” She sneered at her from across the bed. “She’s still fuckable.”

Heather froze, and opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by something crawling around her body from behind her. Her gaze darted down to see what it was, and she caught her breath when she saw hands beginning to snake around her abdomen, while another pair began to slither over her chest. She felt her stomach churn, and it took all of her power to not vomit.

“Veronica, why the hell are you doing this?” she cried, staring back at the brunette, her eyes blazing. “I brought you up from nothi-”

“Exactly, Heather!” Veronica cut in, laughing. “I don’t know why you’re complaining. You were the one who gave me this power in the first place!”

McNamara and Duke both cackled at that. Heather so desperately wanted to scream at them both to shut up, but a lone hand had crawled over her mouth.

“Westerburg will miss you, Heather.” She smirked. “But they’ll live.”

Heather tried to pull away from the hands, but they were like vines, wrapping around her and reeling her in to whatever fate awaited her. She felt her throat dry up, her body tremble. She wanted to cry out.

“Aw, look!” she could hear McNamara chide. She couldn’t see her though. Her eyes were squeezed shut in an attempt to keep the water forming in her sockets from pouring out. “Heather’s going to cry!”

She heard the three girls laughing. Their laughter echoed against the walls of her bedroom. Their laughter echoed until it sounded like a swarm of hornets buzzing around her. All the while her bruised, burning body was invaded by hands whose source was unknown.

It was when she felt one of those hands go further down that she screamed.

oh boy so where do we begin with this one.

First off, Chandler is obviously afraid of being outed to the school. She knows that if that happens, she and Veronica will get hell for it, but it’ll mainly be her. She’s on a higher status than Veronica, therefore will get more shit thrown her way. She’s especially scared of McNamara in this case; despite trusting her to keep a secret, she’s still paranoid about her either slipping up or her purposely betraying her trust, because it could very well happen. This is shown to be irrational through her dream portraying McNamara as a different person to how she usually is - she’s very cold and apathetic to her feelings in this dream. It shows it’s a fear, but not a very sound one. McNamara would never do that to Heather.

Her fear of Heather Duke is also shown in this. In Answers and Questions, she’s shown to be especially scared of Duke finding out about her and Veronica, and this is because she knows Duke would take advantage of it to gain the power that she has. She knows Duke is jealous of her, she knows she’d do anything to be in her position. She doesn’t, however, picture her to be in the same outfit as her, only the same colour. This is because she cannot see Duke acting anything like her personality wise, only in terms of her wants (wants being power and control).

Then there’s the hands. It’s pretty clear these hands are representative of her negative sexual experiences. She has no idea who the hands belong to - almost like it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that they’re touching her from behind - a place where she cannot actually see. She has no control in this situation. It also doesn’t help that she’s vulnerable compared to everyone else, right down to the fact that everyone but her is wearing clothes.

Her nightmare is a mixture of some of her greatest fears, which all amount to one thing: a lack of control. She has no control in this case - it’s either been stolen or given to someone else. All of this was triggered by the previous night at the Remington party, as well as her sleeping with Veronica, which are all real things that happened. They just manifested in her head into this dream.

It also makes sense to why Heather feels so much comfort around Veronica in the morning and in future chapters - her dream portrayed her as some sort of traitor or tool to destroy her reputation, but she’s shown to actually care for her in reality.

[gemineyesays]

The Signs as Musicals:

Aries: West Side Story - (1975) The musical explores the rivalry between the Jets and the Sharks, two teenage street gangs of different ethnic backgrounds. The members of the Sharks, from Puerto Rico, are taunted by the Jets, a white gang. The young protagonist, Tony, a former member of the Jets and best friend of the gang's leader, Riff, falls in love with Maria, the sister of Bernardo, the leader of the Sharks.

Taurus: On The Town - (1944) t’s 1944, and a trio of sailors arrives in New York City for 24 hours of shore leave, eager to see the sights and meet pretty girls. On the subway, Gabey spots a poster of “Miss Turnstiles,” Ivy Smith, and instantly becomes obsessed with meeting her. Elsewhere, Chip takes a ride with an outgoing cab driver named Hildy, and Ozzie meets anthropologist Claire de Loone at the Museum of Natural History. By the next morning, the guys and their gals have enjoyed a night of dance and romance in some of the city’s hottest nightclubs, an adventure none of them will ever forget.

Gemini: Heathers: The Musical - (2010) Heathers is a rock musical based on the 1988 cult film Heathers. is the story of Veronica Sawyer, a brainy, beautiful teenage misfit who hustles her way into the most powerful and ruthless clique at Westerburg High: the Heathers. But before she can get comfortable atop the high school food chain, Veronica falls in love with the dangerously sexy new kid J.D. When Queen Bitch Heather Chandler kicks her out of the group, Veronica decides to bite the bullet and kiss Heather’s aerobicized ass…but J.D. has another plan for that bullet. The show, while a comedy, is a sexually charged high school drama that deals with issues of teen suicide, murder, bullying, homophobia, and gun violence.

Cancer: Evita - (1978) Evita is based on the historical story of María Eva Duarte de Perón, a poor Argentinian girl who grows up to be the wife of the president of Argentina, worshipped by her people. As a young woman who longs for an acting career, fame, and fortune, Eva quickly learns that her feminine wiles hold power among a culture, and a political system, run by men. Once she makes it to Buenos Aires, Evita finds fame and power in her powers of seduction, eventually seducing the rising political figure, Juan Perón, who becomes the President of Argentina. As First Lady of Argentina, she aligns herself with the poor, winning herself, and Perón, popularity among Argentinians. Evita becomes a hero to the poor and the working class­—and an enemy to the rich. A young and unknown revolutionary, Ché, narrates the rise and fall of the beloved matriarch of the Argentinian people.

Leo: A Chorus Line - (1975) Centered on seventeen Broadway Dancers auditioning for spots on a chorus line, the musical is set on the bare stage of a Broadway theatre during an audition for a musical. A Chorus Line provides a glimpse into the personalities of the performers and the choreographer as they describe the events that have shaped their lives and their decisions to become dancers.

Virgo: Cats - (1981) The musical tells the story of a tribe of cats called the Jellicles and the night they make what is known as "the Jellicle choice" and decide which cat will ascend to the Heaviside Layer and come back to a new life.

Libra: Rent - (1993) Rent follows the ups and downs of a year in the life of a group of impoverished, artistic friends living in Manhattan’s East Village. Mark, an aspiring filmmaker, struggles to find his place in the world; his roommate Roger, an HIV-positive musician, wonders how he will leave his mark before he dies. Mimi and Angel look for true love as they face the harsh reality of life as HIV-positive young people, while the businesslike Joanne seeks fidelity from her wild-child performance artist girlfriend Maureen. The group’s dreams, losses, and love stories weave through the musical’s narration to paint a stunningly raw and emotional portrait of the gritty bohemian world of New York City in the late 1980s, under the shadow of HIV/AIDS.

Scorpio: Chicago - (1975) Set in the legendary city during the roaring “jazz hot” 20s, Chicago tells the story of two rival vaudevillian murderesses locked up in Cook County Jail. Nightclub star Velma’s serving time for killing her husband and sister after finding the two in bed together. Driven chorus girl Roxie’s been tossed in the joint for bumping off the lover she’s been cheating on her husband with. Not one to rest on her laurels, Velma enlists the help of prison matron Mama Morton and slickster lawyer Billy Flynn, who turn Velma’s incarceration into a murder-of-the-week media frenzy, thus preparing the world for a splashy showbiz comeback. But Roxie’s got some of her own tricks up her sleeve… The story is a satire on corruption in the administration of criminal justice and the concept of the "celebrity criminal”.

Sagittarius: Newsies - (1992) Based on the real-life Newsboy Strike of 1899, this new Disney musical tells the story of Jack Kelly, a rebellious newsboy who dreams of a life away from the big city. After publishing giant Joseph Pulitzer raises newspaper prices at the newsboys’ expense, Kelly and his fellow newsies take action. With help from the beautiful female reporter Katherine Plumber, all of New York City soon recognizes the power of “the little man.”

Capricorn: Kinky Boots - (2012) Based on the 2005 British film Kinky Boots, the musical tells the story of Charlie Price. Having inherited a shoe factory from his father, Charlie forms an unlikely partnership with cabaret performer and drag queen Lola to produce a line of hugh-heeled boots and save the business. In the process, Charlie and Lola discover that they are not so different after all.

Aquarius: Hair - (1967) A product of the hippie counterculture and sexual revolution of the late 1960s, several of its songs became anthems of the anti-Vietnam War peace movement. The musical's profanity, its depiction of the use of illegal drugs, its treatment of sexuality, its irreverence for the American flag, and its nude scene caused much comment and controversy.

Pisces: Legally Blonde - (2007) The story is based on the novel Legally Blonde by Amanda Brown and the 2001 film of the same name. It tells the story of Elle Woods, a sorority girl who enrolls at Harvard Law School to win back her ex-boyfriend Warner. She discovers how her knowledge of the law can help others, and successfully defends exercise queen Brooke Wyndham in a murder trial. Throughout the show, no one has faith in Elle Woods, but she manages to surprise them when she defies expectations while staying true to herself.

[katetgp]

ummm hello! i really like your stories and is it okay if we see the plot to your version of the fake dating au of jd and veronica?

((Aww thank you! 🐱❤️��💙 and of course! Here ya go anon!

“She’s Dating The Psychopath” Complete Summary:

This story is heavily inspired by “She’s Dating the Gangster” by Bianca Bernardino.

We all know that the three Heathers are often confused with one another. But who would’ve thought that Veronica Sawyer isn’t the only Veronica at Westerburg?

There’s an unknown person sending messages to Veronica via beeper before the first day of school, begging her to get back together with him. But the question is—how did he know her name? So our good little Veronica decides to play a little prank. She texts him back as his ‘darling’ and says that she 'doesn’t want to be with him anymore.’

All would be fine…if she wasn’t texting the new kid, Jason Dean, who’s supposed to be seated next to her for the rest of the year!

JD, aware of her little stunt, gets furious and vows his revenge on her—he and Veronica have to pretend to be dating and get his Veronica—Veronica Denise Spencer—crawling back to him.

But what’s the most dangerous thing could possibly happen when you’re dating a psychopath?

Falling in love with him.

[westerburg-unknown]

people seem to be leaving me alone on this site, even more than they do at school. it's nice, I guess.

I don't mind being left to my own devices. it gives me more time to sit and watch everyone else at Westerburg go insane. which they seem to be pretty good at.

[rindoll26]

The Hustle

"Women putting other down is like telling the world that you are more worried about your competition than your own progress." - Unknown

The Hustle is a 2019 American comedy film about two clever female con artists, Josephine Chesterfield (Anne Hathaway) and Penny Rust (Rebel Wilson) who set off to swindle a young millionaire.

I find this movie witty and amusing, in spite of the fact that the ending is quit disappointing. I was expecting a great karma at the end but what happened was different from my expectation.

The casting is great. The duo (Josephine and Penny) has great chemistry. I think what made them a great combination was the difference from each other. They're like Ying Yang, they balance a situation (swindling rich men). Although they fell apart after competing to trick a young millionaire, Thomas Westerburg. They were outsmarted by Thomas because they focused on winning from one another, instead of planning on how are they going to trick Thomas.

Overall, I enjoyed the movie and had a good laugh, but at the same time I'm disappointed with the ending.

[westerburg-unknown]

yeah. it doesn't sit right with me at all, and I don't even like Heather.

lots of weird things happen at this school, I think.

well. looks like I'm back here sooner than I thought.

I don't even want to be doing this right now, but I don't have much else to do.

my mortal enemy an acquaintance of mine is apparently getting married, meanwhile I can't even find my boyfriend or our girlfriend. this is strange, and irritating. and I think I'm a little sad about it.

I'm sorry to hear that... Maybe you could come see me in person?

[rex-the-ok]

The ghosts of Westerburg High

The Girl’s Room Ghost The ghost of Heather Chandler, she is said to haunt the girls bathrooms of the school. She is known to appear in mirrors and turn the tap water into drain cleaner.

The Bullying Ghosts Believed to be the ghosts Ghosts of Kurt Kelly and Ram Sweeney. They are known to roam the halls and the cafeteria, knocking things out of student’s hands. Never been seen

The Smoking Ghost Believed to be the ghost of Jason Dean, he appears in the on the Football Pitch (believed to be where an explosion happened) as a smoky figure. if you look at him, you have a splitting head ache (described as “like brain freeze”)

The Singing Boiler Room The ghost of an unknown person, it is said to say and sing certain words. Common words are: 17, Veronica and Our love is god. A former student, Veronica Sawyer was asked if she knew anything, but she refused to answer

[shioritsumi]

For some reason, my mind won’t stop until my next-gen Heathers involves parallels to the originals, but with slightly different better results.

WHICH also introduces a new character: Vincent Olson!

Vincent Olson is related to absolutely no one. He’s a complete unknown to Westerburg, and that’s the problem. There are some blatant parallels to JD, but slightly different. (His dad is gone, instead of his mom, and his mom is a slightly DIFFERENT kind of shitty parent.) 

Vincent is a smarmy smartass. He’s moved around a lot, and his mother blames him for it a lot, but he’s always made good grades, making it possible for him to get enrolled just about anywhere he goes. Which means his mom doesn’t see school as a barrier for up and moving at any random time. Friends? Who needs ‘em! If he had a cute girlfriend he was planning on making cute grandbabies with for her, then that’d be a completely different thing. “Are you?” “Uh.....no?” “Alright then, guess we’re moving.” 

Although his mom’s nagged a lot, Vincent never saw it as much of a problem. Eventually he’d find a girl he really liked and wants to have kids with, and things would be solved. Or they were until he got to his new school and met Jason Daniel Sawyer. He has NEVER stared at a guy before. Never thought another boy’s smile was sunlight. Never joined a pep rally because a boy has a speech during it. Never helped volunteer at a shelter because another boy asked for help. Never-fuck, when did he get so gay? Since he saw THAT guy, specifically, apparently. 

The town hasn’t...actually changed much since Veronica was a teenager, and it’s part of what Vincent’s mother likes about the town. It’s somewhere she fits in pretty well. Meanwhile her son is so repressed that he has no idea how to express same-sex attraction or romantic feelings in a healthy way and bottles it up until he’s so obsessed he will literally BURN THE SCHOOL TO THE GROUND TO HELP JASON CHANGE SOCIETY-THE ONLY WAY TO CHANGE THE SOCIETY THAT PLAGUES THE SCHOOL IS TO BURN THE ENTIRE SCHOOL AND START OVER WITH A CLEAN SLATE LOVE ME JASON!

Jason refuses to kill Vincent, and refuses to allow him to kill himself either. Vincent ends up barely sort of acquitted from his attempts to blow up and/or burn the school and everyone in it, due to Jason’s testimony, Veronica’s expert lawyering, and a legal loophole that points out he’s still a minor. With the caveat that he attend court-mandated therapy until the therapist determines he’s no longer a threat to himself or those around him. So, he figures, probably for the rest of his life. 

Things are awkward with Jason for a while, both before and after the incident. “Look, if you want to date, try it the way you would with any girl.” “.....I never asked a girl out before, either.” “.........................wow. We’ll, uh, we’ll work on that later.” 

Jason’s main problem is that he tries SO HARD to love everyone. He tries so hard to care for everyone. And it’s so hard. And he doesn’t know how to give up-he’s stubborn that way. He’s not naive, he just really wants to give everyone the best chance they can possibly get. He WANTS to believe in the good in everyone. He wants to be the person who puts that good back in the world that encourages others to put good back in as well. But it’s hard sometimes when you start to think you’re the only one doing that.