#they got sent to the og spawn

[sarcastictissy]

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN BAD AND TUBBO'S STREAM

#they got sent to the og spawn #yes #the og one #theres capybaras #qsmp #quackity smp #badboyhalo #tubbo #q badboyhalo #q tubbo

[bobtheacorn]

What is the difference between leoichi and leosagi? So many people are being annoying about tagging them when they’re the same!! I don’t get it!

I contemplated not answering this when I got it the other day, but I’m bored and I’m thinking so I’m gonna pretend it was sent in good faith and not for drama’s sake. Here we go!

I don’t know why I got this ask when I am just now beginning to rummage into TMNT and Usagi Yojimbo myself, but I’ll do my best to clarify things because quite a few people are understandably upset about the cross contamination of said tags and I was also a lil confused about it.

Leoichi is the ship name for Leo (mostly Rise!Leo) and Yuichi Usagi (first name/last name).

Leosagi is for Leo (mostly 03!Leo) and Miyamoto Usagi (last name/first name).

Technically, kind of, they are both “leosagi”. HOWEVER, the spirit of ship names usually uses first or given names of characters and rarely surnames, and Leonardo/Usagi has been an active crossover relationship for literal decades (every iteration of Leonardo (except for Rise) has had one or multiple canon interactions with Miyamoto Usagi), whereas Leo/Yuichi only recently spawned from the airing of Netflix’s Samurai Rabbit.

So the difference is…. Pretty obvious, actually.

People (OG Leosagi shippers or ppl who just love their dynamic) are “being annoying about it” because Yuichi fans sprung up like an ant colony in the yard and are coming into THEIR house and shoving some guy they don’t know or care about in their faces, claiming it’s a “crack ship” with only fan-made substance instead of a well-established, canon relationship. They feel like they’re being routed out of their homes by a bunch of rowdy teens and when you’re a cranky old fandom dweller like me, I know that shit can get real annoying real fast.

When you make content for Yuichi and toss him in the leosagi tag, you are wrong. Full stop! You are wrong and you are using the tagging system wrong and maybe it came from a place of genuine ignorance and that’s ok because we are all learning new things every day, but there is no reason to double down or throw a tantrum when someone brings it to your attention and asks you to knock it off. It isn’t ‘stupid’. Berating people who ask you to kindly tag ‘silly fictional characters’ and other things properly is stupid.

Tags are there for your BENEFIT.

The system literally breaks down if you don’t tag things properly. It’s the crux of tailoring your online experience. It’s literally how you avoid seeing things you DON’T want to see; and how you actively find things you DO want to see. It’s, frankly, what makes tumblr and AO3 the most user-friendly platforms on the internet right now.

Using “leosagi” as a blanket tag for both ships on your own blog is usually fine (I do this to some degree but now I’m considering going back and retagging things bc my own tastes on the matter have changed) but for Original Posts, please remember that only the First Five Tags on tumblr will go live in searches across the platform and tag them separately just to be fucking polite.

Act like y’all were raised to be decent.

#leosagi #leoichi #I’m gonna tag as both bc 🤷🏻‍♀️ I dunno #I am thirty of forty years old and I do not need this energy #there’s a Lot of nuance with this ship in general bc there are so many different iterations of the turtles etc #someone else has probably already explained this better #I am holding my face in my hands rn and despairing a lil bc this feels like a side stream of purity culture somehow an I’m tired bro #asked

[goldemas1244]

Oh man if I COULD I would want to make a creepypasta. Like those simple ones that scared kids off their tablets.

I'm talking about videogame creepypastas. Stuff like Lavender Town, Ben Drowned, Sonic.exe, you get the idea.

Only this time it's Zhask-centric. Mobile Legends Bang Bang. It's gonna be long.

So the way I want this to go is, after a pretty huge losestreak, I try to join another game of rank in hopes of gaining a win. And I join. But the second I pick Zhask, his model doesn't appear and neither does his voice. His skins do appear though in the preparation stage but they were all locked so I had to play with the OG skin again.

So in the middle of the match okay, I get ganked by the enemy team, and the chat starts raining Hell on me. Insults and all that. And all of a sudden, like after the sixth death, things start getting weird. One would attribute it to a bad ping but the ping's green now. So Zhask respawns but he won't move no matter what. There's a teamfight on the map and I try to lure him to it but he keeps going the opposite way. So I try the other way and he finally goes forward. But the second I reach the teamfight I just start attacking my own teammates instead. And each time I attacked them, they disconnected from the server until there was only me left. I then couldn't move and got attacked by the enemy team who killed me and got teleported and frozen back at spawn.

I was the only one to respawn. But you know how at respawn you slowly gain health? Yeah this time I LOST health. And Zhask did an animation I never saw him do: he sat down, pulling his legs up to his chest, and when the health reached zero, the game crashed for a bit before placing me back in the home screen.

Everything seems normal at first but I checked my characters and Zhask wasn't there. He wasn't in the roster, he wasn't in the shop, it was as if all the data of him had just gone. And when I tried to go back to ranked and play but the game crashed and sent me to my phone screen.

But then these both disappeared from my phone. All files containing Zhask, be they artwork or screenshots were also gone. Don't worry, Tumblr was safe.

So curious, I went to check my files. In my Downloads, there was a recent file named zhask.xty. I booted it up in iBisPaintX. And it was a picture of Zhask on the map exactly the way I last saw him. But it was from a different angle, like it was a camera next to him. On a corner there was a message reading 'no'. And then the app crashed.

When the screen got back on my phone and everything else was normal again. My files and the game were okay again. Zhask was back again.

But all the modes had disappeared except for one: Ranked. So I joined a match and I was the only player against Zhask. When I had to ban, Zhask banned himself. Self-destructive behaviour.

And since I couldn't choose anyone else (because only Zhask was on the roster), the game booted up like normal. And when I started, Zhask didn't spawn like usual. Instead he just sat in the enemy spawn. I couldn't quit from the game so I just sat there and watched him.

And of course I had the smart move to ask him if he was okay through chat. Surprisingly, he responded and texted in unknown text. I turned on auto translate and found out he said 'No'. Of course it would be stupid to ask him what's wrong so I asked him if I could do anything for him. He told me 'No' again so we just sat there.

And then I started patting him through the screen. Or at least I tried to before he scooted away and said 'Stop.'

So I gave him time and charged my phone. A few moments passed and I still stayed. Then he texted 'Why?' 'Why what?' 'Does this happen to me.' '... because of me.' '... no it's my fault.'

Of course we exchange texts and things started to lighten up a bit. But then of course, 'I don't want to do this.' I give him a soft pat and this time he didn't move. He just said 'I don't want to do this anymore.' And then things escalate and he goes on an angry tangent.

And then I managed to quit the game and rethink my life choices. I rebooted the game and yet again he wasn't in the roster. But INSTEAD, he was in the Inventory section, in the Other section. Tapping the hero icon brought you to a screen with the little spawn he usually brings into the fights.

So ever since then, I was never able to play as Zhask again. I got good with all the other heroes, but I still visit that image day by day. Waiting for Zhask to come back. But he never did.

#Anxiety shuts you down and prevents you from working properly #Sometimes it makes you want to quit your job or school or anything else in particular #It makes us want to sever bonds and leave no trace behind #But it also leaves us with hope that someone will find us #But there's also the problem of keeping that someone with us #Because chances are we'll push them away #And the regret that comes from that combined with the anxiety does not even imply anything remotely good #And maybe you move on. Maybe you come back for it. #Or maybe you leave behind a little gift for the last person you broke before leaving it alltogether #Who's to say how you cope #Some people find it easy. Others might not. #The creepy in this pasta is the realization of what's going on #It doesn't have to rely on jumpscares or death threats #It only has to rely on storytelling and the story it tells is one I'm sure a lot of us are familiar with #And yes it may be janky and irrational at times but hey that's just how it is sometimes #zhask #zhaskposting #mlbb #ml #mobile legends #lovile legends bang bang #shitpost #thoughts actually #story building #implied suicide #literal self-destructive behaviour

[findingjoynweirdstuff]

Wait what is the prison? I have not been following the plot for a while

Here is a “brief” summary concerning Pandora’s Vault:

Back on December 5th, Sam announced on his stream that he’d been paid 64 diamond blocks by Dream to build a giant, inescapable prison behind Bad and Skeppy’s mansion.

The next day, Dream and several other people helped lay the foundations. They discussed the prison - it will be actually inescapable, not just “roleplay inescapable” like the OG Court House cell for example, but using literal Minecraft mechanics to make it physically impossible to escape. It’d take a while to list them so I won’t, but I’ll just say that Dream and Sam mentioned that the two of them have made actual blueprints of the entire thing, and have brainstormed pretty much every possible way of escaping just to counteract it.

As Sam is a master at redstone, he’s been equipping the prison with loads and loads of complicated redstone contraptions.

December 6th, everyone also brainstormed some names for the prison and came up with “Pandora’s Vault,” which is still its name to this day. There are many small cells, but one main inescapable cell which is the main focus of the prison.

Dream’s mentioned that he has plans to lock a certain someone up, so most of the speculation around the prison concerns who exactly that prisoner is.

Here are some details that he’s mentioned:

- The person is someone that Dream “can’t kill” for some reason, so they have to be locked up instead

- Someone who provides a threat now, or in the future. Someone who’s very capable

- The book that Schlatt gave him that caused him to switch sides and betray Pogtopia held information that pertained to the prison, and is considered the most valuable item on the server. The book puts Dream in danger if people know of it, but it also gives him power - a trick up his sleeve

- He’s been asked if it’s Tommy, but at the time just said that Tommy was exiled, suggesting the prisoner isn’t Tommy. Of course, Tommy is no longer exiled at Logstedshire, but when he said that, he already had someone in mind, so one can assume the original plan is still not about Tommy

- Whoever gets thrown in the prison is going to have to be able to stream in there, because they are seriously not getting out. It’s so inescapable that you might as well have three canon deaths and then have your ghost be dead as well, that’s how impossible to get out it is. You can’t just have a Minecraft death and get out, either, because it’s got a bed-trapping system that doesn’t allow the prisoner to break their respawn point and get sent back to spawn.

- In his most recent conversation with Punz, he said that they’ll have space in the prison for the entire server, room for every enemy Dream could possibly have that he’d need to lock up.

- The plan is for Pandora’s Vault to be completed shortly after Christmas...

Also, on stream a few days ago, Sam died at the MLG place and got a bit nervous since he said he’d respawned somewhere he thought he wouldn’t be able to get out of. He did manage to get out, but he actually did think he wouldn’t make it back before his items despawned. Sam and Dream have said that even though both of them know the mechanics and the prison’s secrets, even for them it would be very difficult to get out. 

That’s it for now! Right now people are mostly just theorizing about what it’ll be used for.

Hope this was helpful!

#mcyt #dream smp #long posts #asks

[cyncerity]

Moth AU pt.2!!

Hope you enjoy!

Tw: moths (duh)

“Y’know, I’m sure he’s somewhere, Tubbo. I don’t think anyone could get rid of him for good. We just..have to keep looking!”

Tubbo walked down the prime path defeated with his usually optimistic platonic husband, but all the recent losses seemed to finally be catching up to him. They had spent the morning asking everyone on the SMP if they’d seen Tommy, and, of course, no one had. This was almost the 10th day in a row they’d spent interrogating random people for any knowledge of where Tommy was last seen, and a full 2 weeks since he’d gone missing in the first place. The closest they had got was Sam saying he had a meeting at the prison that he has never showed up for, and Jack saying he saw Tommy the last time he went to the hotel, which had already been rebranded.

That part in particular gave Ranboo a bad feeling. He knew it was probably contractual, and that Jack was legally in charge of the hotel if Tommy ever went missing, but he rebranded almost immediately. Jack barely even looked for Tommy before assuming he was dead, which was just disrespectful in Ranboo’s opinion.

Tubbo, on the other hand, was too busy trying to figure out who could’ve been lying to them about Tommy’s whereabouts to answer Ranboo. But the pair were brought out of their thoughts when they saw Jack Manifold walk out of the hotel.

Ranboo and Tubbo both seemed to have the same natural reaction to turn and walk the opposite direction, but Jack saw them and called out.

“Tubbo! Ranboo! How are you doing?” Said jack, running down the path to catch up to them.

Mentally cursing himself for not walking away fast enough, Tubbo answered

“Uh, good, I guess..as good as I’ve been.”

“Still looking for Tommy, are you?”

Tubbo nodded solemnly as Ranboo spoke up,

“And if there’s anything else you can remember about the last time you saw him, that would be really helpful. I know we already bugged you about this but no one else has seen him at all and you’re our biggest lead.”

Ranboo hated seeing Tubbo like this. He had been in a spiral of grief since Tommy went missing, and he just wanted Tubbo to be as happy as he used to be, but he knew that wouldn’t happen until they figured put what happened to his best friend. Ranboo just hoped it wasn’t already to late.

Jack just stared at the two of them with a pitied look on his face and sighs

“Look, I know you two were close to Tommy, but I think you should really quit while your ahead. I mean, you’re married now, aren’t you? You have each other, and you have your son, just be happy with that. Tommy’s gone. Whether he’s dead or just gone doesn’t matter, cause he’s not coming back. And the sooner you make peace with that, the happier you and you’re whole little family will be. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to gather more resources.”

Jack pushed through the two of them and made his way down the path, leaving them both stunned. Tubbo felt his heart shatter. The thought of Tommy being dead had been in the back of his mind, but he refused to acknowledge it. It was bad enough to acknowledge that he got married without his best friend there at his wedding, but thinking he was dead was to much.

Ranboo, on the other hand, now had a solid suspicion that Jack had something to do with Tommy’s disappearance, and enough evidence on his side to convince Tubbo to join him in quickly searching the hotel for clues, knowing full well that Jack probably wouldn’t be back until nightfall when mobs started to spawn.

Ranboo started to search the main lobby and Tubbo went straight to Jack’s new suite for himself, since that’s where they decided he was most likely to hide anything that connected him to Tommy’s disappearance.

Ranboo quickly and quietly searched, trying to minimize evidence that showed he was ever there.

Tubbo had a less subtle approach, to say the least.

As soon as he reached the suite he began to tear through Jack’s things. He noticed there was a small jar with a small...something in it, but gave it little thought as he began to throw items out of chests, break bottles, knock things over, and toss bedsheets on the floor, all in any attempt to leave no space in the room unchecked.

After he finished rooting through Jack’s bedside table he almost knocked it over in frustration before noticing the jar on it. His mind went back to when he had noticed it when he first came in the room, but the reason he skimmed it over was because there only seemed to be a small white thing in it. But now said “small white thing” had started to quickly and frantically move around the jar. It was definitely a moth, that much was pretty obvious, but he couldn’t figure out what gave it it’s certain burst of energy. It had gone from being alarmingly still (for a living creature, anyways), to slamming itself into the front of the jar facing Tubbo.

Tubbo let out a sigh. He hadn’t found anything connecting Jack to Tommy, and the sun was beginning to set, which meant Jack would be back soon.

He picked up the jar and began to make his way to the ladder that took him back to the main lobby. The least he could do for the poor insect was let it out. Moths were nocturnal anyways, maybe the sun setting is what gave him his energy burst. And Tubbo knew there were plenty of lanterns for the creature in Snowchester.

He made his way to the bottom floor and met up with Ranboo, who was beyond confused at the moth in the jar. As Tubbo tried to explain it, he noticed the insect calmed down more and more the more he talked about setting it free. It now sat back on the floor of the jar, wings facing upwards, tucking its head down, leaning against the part of the jar that Tubbo held against his chest, shaking slightly. Tubbo assumed that it was a bit overwhelmed by its new environment and the two new humans that now surrounded him, but had already decided that Snowchester held the highest chance for his survival, so Ranboo and Tubbo, jar in hand, made their way back to their cabin, both disappointed at another day of no answers about Tommy.

They weren’t sure how much longer they could keep doing this to themselves emotionally.

————————————-

Tommy’s heartbroken sobs shook his body as tears poured down his face. All he had wanted since this happened to him was to see Tubbo again, but Tubbo didn’t know it was him. His attempts at getting Tubbo to recognize him had failed. And if what Jack said about his attempt at speech all those days ago was true, Tommy couldn’t tell Tubbo that it was him.

He was absolutely fucked, wasn’t he?

And there’s pt.2!! I’ll be making a part 3 soon, and I might make it slightly more angsty than the og prompt that was sent to Bitty intended, but I have so many ideas as to where it can go from here :)

#mcyt g/t #mcytg/t #g/t #cyncerity #cynwrites #moth au #moth!tommy #tw moths #tiny!tommy #giant!ranboo #giant!tubbo

[iloveyoumcyt]

You know what would be a really good Dsmp stream? Out of character, no roleplay, someone like Philza goes around to all the secret spots. I use the term secret loosely. What I mean is the places only some of the streamers, and OG fans, would remember. Maybe Phil would have his discord open somewhere and OG fans in there could point him in the right direction to go, where to go next, why this place is important, what happened here; chat is very unreliable.

Like you know that ravine that during the disc war, Tommy hid his music disc in the wall of. Dream came to steal it, he couldn't find it and was digging everywhere, and he kept killing Tommy over and over but Tommy would just keep coming back until he eventually managed to kill Dream, thus saving his disc. Then we'd move on to somewhere like Tommy's vacation home, then the sewers and every which direction they go in, then The Final Control Room, then Pogtopia and the pit, and then Fundy's former home, then maybe the spot in the woods where Tommy confronted Quackity after he'd had just killed Schlatt, then Logstedshire, then Tubbo's jungle base and maybe reenact, or watch, or something, where Tubbo got an epic one up over Dream and his crew and then got killed and sent back to world spawn where he said "On to L'manberg!" (You know what I'm talking about!!). Then we'd go to Dream's secret base that Tommy used a glitch to see through the ground to find. All these places and looking over and talking about these moments that feel like have happened 5 years or something ago. All this happened maybe a year and a half ago but that stream would be nothing but nostalgia for OG fans, and a history lesson for the newer fans; if it could be pulled off.

#dreamsmp #dsmp #tommyinnit #philza #dreamwastaken #tubbo #wilbur soot #fundy

[peppersonironi]

Code Orange (Batfam/Young Justice Crossover)

{Read on Ao3)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences (For language - Jason)

Category: Gen

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Young Justice (Cartoon)

Relationships: Garfield Logan & M'gann M'orzz, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, The Team (Young Justice) & Jason Todd

Characters: Jason Todd, M'gann M'orzz, Garfield Logan, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Members of the Team (Young Justice), Stephanie Brown

Additional Tags: Humor, Crossover, Jason Todd Swears, Jason Todd Being a Little Shit, Good Older Sibling Dick Grayson, Meet the Batfamily (DCU), Post-Season/Series 02, Bruce Wayne Has Too Many Kids, Banter, Mild Language

Summary: Garfield was cut off by M'gann grabbing his wrist and flying out of the room as fast as she could. “Code Orange. Code Orange,” M'gann sent out to everyone on the Watchtower. “There is an intruder on the Watchtower! An ‘A’ level Villain. Armed. Repeat, there is an armed villain on the Watchtower.”

AKA: Red Hood decides he wants to see the Team, breaks in, and causes havoc. The bats are strangely friendly with someone who was supposed to be their villain.

A/N: Yo, I've had this sitting in my docs since … March? Well, i decided to put it out, seeing as I'm FINALLY seeing Season Three! Although this fic doesn't include it. Think of this as post-season two, and just ignoring season three. Full batfam are just never introduced to the Team.

WORK-

It was a slow weekend on the Watchtower, with no missions, catastrophes, or alien invasions. So most of the Team and League were either at home, or chilling in the space station.

The latter was exactly what Garfield and M'gann were doing. They had been on the Watchtower for the entirety of the morning, playing various types of board games. Every so often someone would pop in on them, but for the most part they were enjoying some sibling bonding time.

“You know what we need?” Garfield asked in the middle of Candy Land.

“No, I thought we were doing just fine the way we were,” M'gann replied, confused.

Garfield scoffed. “Food, obviously! I'm starving! Let's head to the cafeteria and see if Bart left any ice cream.”

*****

They didn't find any ice cream. Though, what was there was alarming.

M'gann and Garfield had strode into the cafeteria finding it almost empty. The single occupant was a man in cargo pants, a leather jacket, and a red helmet. He also wore a gray armored shirt, which had some sort of red symbol. The symbol was obscured, however, by the ginormous gun he was cleaning.

M'gann recognized him immediately as the Red Hood, a top-tier crime lord from Gotham.

“Why Hello, Miss Martian. Beast Boy.” Red Hood didn’t even look up.

“Hey sis, did someone new join the team or -”

Garfield was cut off by M'gann grabbing his wrist and flying out of the room as fast as she could. “Code Orange. Code Orange,” M'gann sent out to everyone on the Watchtower. “There is an intruder on the Watchtower! An ‘A’ level Villain. Armed. Repeat, there is an armed villain on the Watchtower.”

“That was a villain?!” Garfield asked in a surprised voice as he raced along with M’gann.

“Yes, Garfield. Red Hood. I have no idea how he got here though. We need to gather everyone. Make sure they're ready for a fight. Especially Nightwing and Robin, he's a Gotham villain, so they should know what to do.”

Garfield nodded, changed into a hawk, and flew off.

Soon almost everyone was gathered outside the cafeteria's doors. Garfield had yet to bring Nightwing, but Robin was present, and at the front of the group. The only adult leaguer present was Captain Marvel, who had been on monitor duty at the time. The major leaguers - including the big three - were on some sort of low threat level assignment.

“M'gann, report,” Aqualad spoke when he made his way to the front of the group where M'gann stood, blocking Conner from jumping the gun and attacking without a plan.

“Garfield and I were on our way to get some food, when we walked in on The Red Hood cleaning a large gun threateningly. I pulled Gar out as fast as possible and alerted everyone.”

Robin groaned loudly. “Hood? Of all the days to infiltrate the Watchtower, he chose today?”

Aqualad frowned. “You do not seem that alarmed. Is he not as dangerous as we have been told?”

Robin snorted. “Oh, he’s dangerous alright. Tried to kill me multiple times, almost succeeded too. But right now I’m just annoyed.”

Superboy grunted. “That doesn’t matter right now! There is a villain in our lunch room! We need to do something!”

Robin shrugged. “Do what you want. B is gonna kill me either way.”

No one understood what Robin meant, so they decided to follow Kon’s advice. Aqualad took charge.

“We enter on three. Blue Beetle, Rocket, Kid Flash, and Wondergirl go right. Superboy, Lagoon Boy, Miss Martian, and Captain Marvel go left. Zatanna and Robin, follow me. Try to encircle him. Get him talking, and see if we can figure out what he wants. M’gann, link us up.”

Robin grumbled, but nodded along with everyone else. M’gann activated the mind link. Once everyone had given the affirmative, Aqualad began the count.

“One. Two. Three. Go!”

Everyone burst through the doors and assumed their positions. The Red Hood was still sitting where M’gann had said. He was still cleaning his gun, though he paused when the Team entered.

“Took you long enough. I was getting bored.”

Robin glared at Red Hood. “What are you doing here, Hood?”

The intruder seemed to smile under his helmet. “Why’re you so grumpy today, babybird? I was getting bored in Gotham. Figured I’d stop by and say hello to the Team.” Hood turned to look at the rest of the Team and waved. “Hey Team. Captain Marvel. How’re you doing?”

No one replied. Red Hood sighed and shook his head. “No one cares about me.”

“Dude, there is a full attack force ready to beat the crap out of you,” Blue Beetle said. “I’m pretty sure there are people who care that you’re here.”

Red Hood chuckled. “You couldn’t beat me if you tried. Tell ‘em, Replacement.”

Robin smirked. “Not after what I saw last week. You were taken down by two low level thugs.”

Red Hood groaned. “Dude, I was drunk.”

No one had the chance to question this as it was at that exact moment that Beast Boy burst into the room followed closely by Nightwing. He had his escrima sticks out, and looked ferocious.

“Hey ‘wing! Nice of you to join us.” Red Hood sounded positively gleeful.

Nightwing, instead of attacking, groaned and put his weapons away. “This is what you called me for? It's just Hood.”

Aqualad frowned. “Is not the Red Hood a security level A enemy? Shouldn’t you be worried?”

Red Hood shook his head. “Level A? I’m flattered! Maybe you and B do care!”

Nightwing sighed, walked over to Hood, and collapsed on the sofa beside him. The Team was shocked to say the least.

“ ‘Course we care, Hood.” Nightwing said, causing many gasps.

“Nightwing,” Aqualad said, “What are you talking about? Is not this man one of your Rogues? Robin said that he tried to kill him multiple times!”

Nightwing just shrugged. “So? He’s tried to kill me too.”

Red Hood tilted his head as he looked at Robin. “You still go by Robin, here? Boy, Demon-spawn is going to kill you!”

Robin crossed his arms and glared. “It was easier. Do you know how long it takes to change your Zeta Settings?”

Red Hood nodded sagely. “So you were too lazy.”

Robin spluttered, but didn’t deny the accusations.

“Are we forgetting,” Conner said, “That there is a villain in the Watchtower? How did he get in?!”

“Hey Red,” Nightwing asked, grinning, “How’d you get up here, anyway?”

Red Hood seemed to smirk under his helmet. “Blackmail is a glorious thing.”

There was an uproar in the mind link. Accusations flew. Who had Red Hood blackmailed? What did he know about them that could possibly warrant an unauthorized visit to the Watchtower? What was almost as scary was how nonchalant Nightwing seemed. Robin also didn’t seem that worried. In fact he looked … sheepish?

Nightwing laughed. “Whatever he has on you, Robin, must be good!”

“Robin!” M’gann exclaimed. He was the last person anyone expected to be Blackmailed. The bats were so secretive, no one really knew anything about them. This situation with Red Hood being a prime example.

“Hermano,” Blue Beetle said, clearly distressed, “How could you do this?”

Robin just shrugged. “He knew something bad, guys. It couldn’t get out.”

Nightwing looked positively gleeful, the exact opposite of what everyone else was feeling. “Come on, Hood. What did he do?”

Red Hood was shaking with laughter. “He brewed his coffee with a mix of Red Bull and Monster, then topped it off with four Five Hour Energy’s, and three double shots of espresso. When he was on strict orders to sleep.”

“Timothy Jackson Drake!” Nightwing exclaimed, sitting up. He seemed more exasperated than angry. “We’ve talked about this! You are going to get yourself killed if you keep going on like this!”

Robin did not look the least bit apologetic. “Hood! You said you wouldn’t tell!”

Red Hood shrugged. “I said I wouldn’t tell Agent A or Bats. You didn’t say anything about Nightwing or the Team.”

Robin collapsed on the nearest chair. “I’m dead, aren’t I?”

Nightwing nodded. “You are so grounded after this. I’m telling Agent A, and we’re changing all your coffee to decaf!”

Robin groaned. The rest of the Team was confused. For one thing, that wasn’t necessarily that bad of a thing to hide? Sure it was disgusting, but it's not like Robin killed anyone. For another, who did that to their coffee?! But the most worrisome was how did Red Hood know about that? He must have been close to the bird. And how did he know Agent A? Not even the OG Team members had met the mysterious Agent A, who coordinated and cared for the Bats.

“That still doesn’t answer why there is a villain in our cafeteria!” Rocket exclaimed. There were several agreeing nods.

Red Hood sighed. “I told you, I’m here to say hi!” He turned to Robin, “I haven’t seen you in ages.” Though he spoke toward Robin, the Team couldn’t help but feel like he was talking to everyone in the room.

Just then, Kid Flash flew into the room. The lightning trailing from his wake crackled quietly as he stopped next to Aqualad.

“I heard that we had an infiltration and - woah! It's the Red Hood! Why didn’t you tell me it was him! Awesome!” There was a flash, and Kid Flash was standing over Red Hood with a notebook and pen in hand. “Can I have your autograph?”

Nightwing looked like he was trying not to laugh, Robin looked slightly peeved, and everyone else was just confused.

Red Hood’s face wasn’t visible, but his body language clearly showed how pleased he was. “Now this is how you should be treating me!” Hood spoke and he signed the page that Kid Flash helpfully pointed out. “How does ‘Red Hood, to the only decent speedster I’ve ever met’ sound?”

Kid Flash was grinning. “Perfect! Thanks so much! All the info surrounding you was pretty vague in the timelines, so I wasn’t sure if you were even back yet! Or working with the bats again. But boy am I glad you are! You’ve always been my favorite! Do you know how cool you are, dude?!”

Red Hood tilted his head. “Of course I do, kid. Glad someone else sees it though.” He seemed to glare at Nightwing as he said the last part, who only shook his head.

Kid Flash got his notebook back and positively bounced over to Blue Beetle. “Dude did you see this? He actually signed it!”

Blue Beetle frowned. “Why did you want his autograph in the first place?”

Red Hood spluttered, clearly annoyed. “Why wouldn’t he?”

“Yeah,” Kid Flash said, “Why wouldn’t I want the autograph of clearly the best Outlaw?” He paused to think. “Are you with the Outlaws yet?”

Red Hood shrugged. “I haven’t seen either of them in a few months, but we are meeting next week for an … outing.”

Nightwing snorted and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like “mercenaries and drugs. What could go wrong.”

Red Hood glared at Nightwing. “Like nothing you ever do goes wrong.”

Nightwing snorted. “Yeah, but I never leave a trail of bodies.”

“Okay, one, the bodies were on purpose,” Hood said, “And two, I stopped! No more killing people for widdle ol’ me.”

“Mostly.” Robin said.

“Mostly,” Red Hood agreed.

“Why is their bickering so familiar?” M’gann asked.

“It’s like they’re siblings,” Captain Marvel replied.

“Oh Gosh,” Kid Flash said, “You guys really don’t -”

Suddenly Nightwing, Robin and Red Hood stiffened in unison. The air seemed to drop several degrees. Then Batman strode into the room flanked by Superman and Wonder Woman.

“Thank the gods,” Wondergirl said. “This guy just showed up, he said he blackmailed Robin into letting him up, and Nightwing isn’t doing anything about it! Please tell us you -”

“Uncle Clark! Aunt Diana!” Red Hood seemed strangely happy to see the most powerful people in the League. He even knew their civilian names! There were several gasps.

Wonder Woman strode forward, and Red Hood sprang up to meet her. “ Red Hood! So good to see you. How has your life been my little warrior?” They hugged briefly, and Beast Boy almost fainted.

“Pretty good, Aunt Diana. You know, a little dark, a little gloomy. And, as always, hey, full of dead people. What are you gonna do?”

Robin snorted. “Did you just quote Hercules at Wonder Woman? An Amazon?”

Wonder smiled - quite motherly, Kaldur thought in the mind link - at Red Hood. “It's been too long my dear. Next time you have a day off, come find me in Paris. We should spend more time together.”

“I’ll be sure to!”

Wonder Woman stepped to the side to allow Superman forward. “Really, how have you been kiddo?”

“I’m not a kid anymore, supes. Haven’t been since I was fifteen and you know it.” Superman seemed to flinch, which in and of itself was a shock. Red Hood shrugged. “But I’ve been good. Had to deal with these idiots a lot,” he gestured to Nightwing and Robin, both of whom looked indignant, “but … I’ve been good.”

Superman smiled. “Great. You should come to the farm sometime, Ma misses you.”

“He can - he’s gone to the farm?!” Superboy couldn’t hold back his shock. He had only just been allowed to go, and meet Ma Kent.

Red Hood nodded as Superman stepped aside to join Wonder Woman. “Of course, I’ve been coming for years.”

Superboy was slack jawed at this revelation, and, despite much cajoling from his teammates, was unable to close his mouth.

“Hood.” Batman said. He spoke tiredly, in a way no one in the Team had ever heard him use before. “Do you have to traumatize everyone you meet?”

“Oh, you wanna talk about trauma?” Red Hood’s voice was filled with a maliciously gleeful tone. “ ‘Cause you should hear about this one time, I was hanging out with the Joker - just chilling, y’know - and then -”

Red Hood was cut off by a grimacing Nightwing punching him in the shoulder. “Not now, okay?”

“Come on, I’m sure the gang would love to hear all the gruesome details …”

“Hood,” Batman repeated slightly more urgently. “What are you doing on the Watchtower?”

Red Hood sighed. “For the last time, I wanted to say hi to the Team. I haven’t seen these guys in ages.”

“We have never met before,” Aqualad said, confused.

Red Hood shook his head. “They don’t remember me.” He seems thoughtful for a moment. “Maybe there weren’t enough explosions.”

“Hood,” Batman continued. “You know you aren’t allowed up here without permission. Which you just had to ask for. I would have set up a time to let you see everyone.”

This time when the Team was surprised, Nightwing and Robin joined in; Their faces twin depictions of shock.

Red Hood didn’t seem to care, though. “Since when have I ever asked you for anything, old man. Besides, this way is more fun. Drama, and all that sh*t.” He sat back on the sofa. “You should have seen their faces! Best fun I’ve had since Nightwing and I got drunk in Blüdhaven a few weeks back!”

Batman whirled to Nightwing, who was looking quite sheepish. “You did what?”

Nightwing shrugged. “It had been a long night, and I was getting over a bad break up. Hood was being an outstanding citizen by aiding me in my hour of need!”

“F*** yeah, Big-Wing!”

Batman shook his head. “Hood, you aren’t of legal drinking age, there is no way you were being an outstanding citizen.”

The Team could barely keep up. Nightwing and Red Hood were close enough to get drunk together? Hood was under twenty one? Batman seemed close enough to Hood to know he was under twenty one. Well, that last one could be easily explained: he was Batman after all.

Red Hood grumbled his assent before perking up. “Hey bats, is that why you still have me down as a villain on the official League files?”

Batman seemed at a loss for words. He just employed his signature BatGlare™  on the intruder. Red Hood didn’t seem affected at all, which could easily be taken as the most surprising thing about the whole encounter. Even Superman flinched at the BatGlare™.

“Do you understand the mixed signals you’re sending me?” Hood Continued. “I mean, I’m allowed to Sunday dinner, but I’m also classified as one of the most dangerous criminals on earth?”

“Sunday dinner?” Several people asked in unison.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m flattered that you think so high of me, but I changed to f***ing rubber bullets for you! Doesn’t that give me some credit? Or were you just too lazy to change it. Like Replacement over here, who still goes by Robin.”

“Yes, of course you deserve to be taken off the list. You’ve made so much progress. I’ll change your file as soon as I can.” He frowned. “And for the love of god, please call Tim by his name, or hero moniker.”

“Yeah, call me by my name, Hood!” Robin seemed to be rolling his eyes under his domino mask. “There’s a first time for everything.”

Red Hood looked appeased. “Good.” He collapsed back on the couch and continued to clean his gun.

Batman sighed. “Do you want something else?”

“Well, now that you’re asking …” Red Hood seemed exceptionally sly. “It is getting a bit boring in here.” he paused as if to think. “Hey! We should throw a party! "

Batman glowered. "No. The last time I let you have a party, the Bat cave was covered in glitter for three days straight!"

“You’ve held parties in the Batcave?” Aqualad asked.

Red Good sighed and shook his head. "Good times, good times. But you forget that that glitter was purple. I wasn’t completely to blame!”

Batman sighed once more, while Robin sat up straight.

“Is that why Spoiler didn’t come to the house for a week?”

Nightwing nodded. “Yup. She was too scared to see Agent A. Though she wouldn’t mind yelling at B.”

“And flip him off while doing so.” Red Hood sighed contentedly. “I taught her well.”

“You didn’t teach her anything!” Nightwing contradicted. “She’s been flipping people off since before you returned to Gotham! She gave the single-fingered salute B when they first met - with a smile on her face!”

The Team wondered who could be so brave, none of them were.

Red Hood seemed overjoyed. “Really? Why haven’t I heard about this before! How did Batsy react?”

“Like a deer in headlights,” Robin replied, smirking.

Red Hood began to clap. “She makes the Robin legacy proud, doesn’t she?”

“Does that mean this girl was a Robin?” Rocket asked.

“Batman reacted like a deer in headlights?” Captain Marvel added.

Nightwing nodded sardonically. “Yes, because pissing off Batman is exactly what I had in mind when I started Robin.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised, Golden Boy,” Red Hood snorted, “You’ve swung off of and broken enough chandeliers for it to be coincidance.”

Nightwing grimaced. “So there have been some casualties.”

Batman shook his head. “Casualties?”

Robin nodded quite seriously. “Of course, B. How else would you know to get gymnastic equipment?”

“He could have asked. Instead I had to spend thousands of dollars every time Nightwing decided he wanted to try some new trapeze routine.” Batman shook his head. “Why do all of you decide it's your job to vandalize my home?”

Robin raised his hands. “Hey, I didn’t destroy anything important!”

“No, you just randomly got rid of my computers when you decided we needed an upgrade.”

“Well we did!”

“Hah! I’ve never done any permanent damage to your house!” Red Hood seemed very self satisfied.

Batman, Nightwing, and Robin paused for a moment, thinking.

“That,” Robin said, “Is truly depressing.”

“Hn,” Batman replied.

“Good job Hood,” Nightwing said, “You have managed not to disappoint B in one field.”

Red Hood seemed to roll his eyes. “Don’t worry, I make up for it in all the other ways!”

“Can someone PLEASE explain to me what’s going on?” Garfield asked, bouncing in place.

All the bats turned to look at him in unison, causing the kid to shrink back and hide behind M’gann. A moment later, though, Red Hood sighed audibly. He reached up and felt for some hidden latches in his hamlet. There was a click and he pulled it off. Underneath was a red domino mask. He reached up and pulled that off next.

There were several gasps from the OG Team. The man before them was older, his jaw-line matured, scars littering his face. He had a white streak in his hair and blue eyes rimmed with a pulsing poisonous green. But they still recognized him.

“What?” Zattanna whispered, her eyes wide.

“You’re …” Conner began,shocked, “You’re alive?”

“How?”  Rocket asked. “You were dead.”

In unison, the five people who knew the stranger turned to Nightwing.

“You said you wouldn’t fake any more deaths!” M’gann announced, anger flowing through her.

“How could you, Dick?” Kaldur asked, frowning insteansly. “No more secrets, you promised.”

Nightwing sighed. “I had no part in this, let me tell you. It was the Al Ghuls. We didn’t find out till a year ago.”

“That’s still a year you took to tell us!” Conner glared.

Nightwing shrugged. “It was extenuating circumstances, alright? Not completely my choice.”

Seeing that questioning Dick would be fruitless, Zatanna turned back to the Red Hood. “how are you alive?”

He grinned. “The Lazarus Pit does wonders for the skin, let me tell you.”

This brought a stir throughout the room. Everyone had heard of the legendary substance that granted Ra’s Al Ghul immortality.

“Someone still needs to tell me who this is,” Cassie said, her hands on her hips.

Batman sighed. “Everyone, this is Jason Peter Todd, my son, and the second Robin.”

Everyone who didn’t already know blinked several times.

“The hologram in the park?” Jaime asked. “The one who was killed by the Joker?”

“The very one!” Jason grinned. “Nice to know some people know me.”

“I thought there were only two Robins?” La'gaan stated more than asked with a frown.

In unison, Nightwing, Red Hood, Robin, and even Superman started to laugh.

“Oh kid,” Jason said, grabbing his sides, “you’re adorable!”

“Only two Robins,” Superman said, grinning, “Batman wishes.”

Nightwing was choking with laughter, but once he’d calmed down, he looked at La’gaan again, and proceeded to break down again.

“Two Robins?!” Robin looked in awe, “Wow, now that’s a thought.”

“I’m sorry?” La'gaan asked. He didn’t look sorry.

“There have been five Robins,” Red Hood explained after a moment, “Six if you count that new kid. But that whole thing was kinda weird.”

“Six?!” several people announced, and looked at Batman, who nodded.

“How come we’ve never met them?” M’gann asked, “Nightwing, how could you not have told us?”

“You haven’t met them ‘cause most of the bats stick to Gotham,” Robin answered, “there hasn’t a need to drag everyone up here. Let alone the Robins.”

“Wait,” Zattanna said, “There are more bats?”

NIghtwing laughed again. “Oh boy, you guys really know nothing? Do any of you pay attention to Gotham?” There were several sheepish smirks, and Nightwing sighed. “Artemis is the only one who actually gets this, isn’t she?”

Jason frowned. “I wish she was here today, I wanted to say high.” he then looked at the still confused faces of the hero community. He stood up dramatically, as if about to start a grand speech.“Okay, rundown. You know Batman, obviously. Dicky-bird over there was the first Robin. I was the second. Then you have Timbo who was the third-”

“Was?” several people asked.

“I still go by Robin up here ‘cause it's easier-”

“He’s too lazy to change his codes, we already established this,” Jason interrupted, glaring, “After him you have Robin four, that was for the time that Tim’s dad banned him from the roll. Then he died, and she died, so Tim was back to being Robin.” he ignored the several open mouthed faces and persevered, “then you have the little gremlin who’s currently Robin. He’s the ‘bloodson’ which he takes very seriously, so don’t tell him that just because daddybats over there and Talia Al Ghul hooked up means that he’s the F***ing savior.” Everyone turned to stare at Batman.

“Talia Al Ghul?” Jaime asked, “Isn’t she an assassin?”

“Yup!” Nightwing announced, drawing attention onto him. “And the kid’s a cutie!”

Tim scoffed. “That’s not half the bats though,” he pointed out. “You have Batwoman, Batwing … hey, Azrael counts, right?”

“I mean,” Dick said, “He was Batman at one point, and lives in Gotham so yeah. He’d probably not want to be called that though.”

Jason laughed. “He and Leslie think we’re all crazy. I mean, they’re right, but still.”

Tim laughed. “Yup! Then you have the batgirls, number one, you guys know her. She’s Oracle now, a behind the scenes tech support goddess. Then Batgirl number two, she goes by Black Bat now, takes care of Hong Kong when she’s not visiting home and being the favorite child.”

Batman frowned. “I don’t have favor-”

“You do.” All three former Robins said in unison.

“So yeah,” Dick continued, “She’s awesome. Easily kicks our butts - including B! But after her you have Spoiler, the third Batgirl, and fourth Robin. After her there’s Catwoman -” there were several gasps. “Oh yeah, she and Bats are totally a thing - have been for years. You wouldn’t be surprised if you saw their flirting! There was this one time when I was Robin, I was supposed to case a building while B went after Cat, right? Well when i got there, they were already half-”

“That’s enough.” Batman growled, and Nightwing grinned.

“Moving on!” Jason announced, “since we all have horrible memories of batcat freaky roof time, you have Huntress, and Blue Bird. Then The Signal - he was kinda a half Robin, in a gang war sort of way. But that’s not important. He’s the only meta protege of batsy’s, and if that doesn’t scream second favorite child, I don’t know what does!”

“You allow metas in Gotham now?!” Garfield asked.

“No.” all the bats announced in unison.

“Signal is the exception, and if you met him, you’d understand. Easily the sanest out of all of us.” Jason explained with a wink.

“Relatively the sanest!” Tim announced. “He literally jumped out of a police car, of a bridge, into the Gotham river, while saying ‘I am Robin. Plus, he handled the demon spawn on a rampage. He’s just as crazy as the rest of us.”

“None of this explains why we haven’t met these people!” Connor said.

Batman sighed heavily. “Fine. I’ll set up a meeting, check out who’s in town and such. Not today though, there’s a drug bust going down and no one’s available. Besides, they don’t even know what’s going on up here.”

Jason let out an awkward cough, and sat gingerly down on the couch. He seemed … guilty?

“Jason.” Batman growled in warning.

“I’m sorry, B!” Jason said, despite looking more along the lines of gleeful. “Blondie asked what I was doing today, and you know how hard it is to lie to her!”

Batman groaned - honest to gosh groaned! - and pinched the bridge of his nose. “She’s on her way right now, isn’t she?”

Jason shrugged. “She said something about grabbing snacks.”

Tim groaned. “We’re all dead.”

“What’s going on?” M’gann asked, “Why would this be bad?”

Dick sighed. “Spoiler is just … special.”

As if on cue, the door to the room crashed open dramatically, smoke seeping in. A purple clad figure stood dramatically in its wake, her cape swirling and arms raised over her head. She held two boxes of Munchkins in each fist.

“What’s up B*tches?” She asked. “I brought donuts!”

#batfam #young justice #batfam shenanigans #the team #jason todd #bruce wayne #dick grayson #tim drake #m'gann m'orzz #garfield logan #stephanie brown #young justice cartoon #post season 2 #ignoring season 3 #banter #meet the batfam #fanfiction #red hood

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first mcyt post! this is a dream smp one! let me know what you think :)

Dream SMP headcanons: being the villain >:)

basically, reader is the chew toy of L'manburg. everyone uses her, yet treats her like crap. she's tired of being a toy, and finally unleashes her power.

takes place in the dream smp

warnings: strong language, injury, manipulation, explosives, strong themes

not proofread, it's 5am on a school night and I haven't slept :)

gender identity: cis female, she/her pronouns, no use of name

she was tired.

days, months, years of being pushed over and treated like shit, how didn't they see it coming?

it started in L'manburg's fight for Independence.

She was passionate, wanting to do everything to help her 'friends'.

she gave them shelter, weapons, supplies, and care.

thinking back, all she sees is their faces in red.

fast forward a bit, the war was done!

celebrations nightly, and never was she invited.

she didn't mind, thinking they just were distracted and forgot to send her an invite.

she does live a few miles away, anyways.

then came Schlatt's takeover.

once again, she sent pogtopia crates of her weaponry and materials, only wanting to help.

only to get left by herself, preparing to defeat Schlatt on her own.

when she saw them all walk to the battle field together, she was torn.

Once again, she was left to her own accord, almost getting hit with DREAM'S arrows.

Techno, however, pulled her away.

The only person who showed her an act of kindness.

She fought with a new determination that day.

A few days after that fight, Techno heard a knock from where he was farming potatoes.

Looking up, he saw her standing on the bottom step of pogtopia's stairs, holding an ender chest.

she walked up to him, stopping a safe distance away before placing down her e-chest and opening it.

she pulled out a few things, three stacks of pink fireworks, a few wither skulls, and netherite blocks.

he looked at her in confusion, not understanding why she gave him so many things.

he refused at first, which made her confused.

everyone always took her gifts with open arms, why wasn't he?

when he asked her why she gave him such a expensive gift, she ended up explaining her story, how she was unknowingly being used for her materials.

techno was low-key pissed.

he'd keep her in mind, he promised.

fast forward a bit more, and the two became closer.

since then, techno has taught her everything she needed to know.

how she was manipulated, used, and a victim.

after realizing what techno was telling her was the truth, she decided to stop her generous ways, giving less and less things to her 'friends' and more towards herself and techno.

the two became close, bonding over being used and their power.

the two were a powerful duo, finding strength within eachother.

they were attached at the hip, techno not being this close to anyone other than Phil.

it was surprising, but welcomed.

techno would teach her his ways in fights, and they often collected materials together.

they basically lived together at this point.

he was soft

skipping forward to Manburg's last battle, they agreed on something.

anarchy was the best B)

jk, that they would do everything in their power to destroy every government they could.

As the battle went on, they stood with their backs together, protecting eachother.

as they confronted Schlatt, techno pushed her behind him, not wanting her in reach of the mentally unstable man in front of them.

as they walked to the podium, leaving Schlatt's body behind, the duo stood proudly next to eachother.

the first government they tore apart as partners, it felt great.

they watched, their proud expressions slipping into angry ones as they watched a new government being formed in front of them.

"The fuck?" she whispered out, following techno as he stood up straight, preparing to shout his next words.

she pulled out her ender chest, doing quick work of pulling out her soul and and wither skulls, as well as some xp bottles to heal her and Techno's armour.

as techno started his speech, she handed him the materials, splashing potions in preparation for the blast damage they might take.

then, the ground rumbled beneath them.

They reacted quickly, moving away from the explosives.

Techno pulled out his crossbow and fireworks, firing at any one he saw.

she stood in front of him, her shield up, blocking the debris and blasts from them.

once the explosions passed their area, they got to work spawning in a Wither each.

"You want to be a hero, Tommy? THEN DIE LIKE ONE!"

The withers took off, heads flying everywhere.

As she looked around, she met eyes with a few of her 'friends'.

trey all looked at her with betrayal and anger in their eyes, finally connecting the dots as to why she was being distant.

she just smirked back, causing them surprise.

Techno was done speaking, it was her turn.

"You know, I don't know why I wasted all those years on the wrong side, this is fun."

they looked shocked, not expecting the usually soft girl to be so evil.

"Does the medicine taste good? Cause it didn't for me.

Betrayal is a strange feeling, isn't it?"

"Being used doesn't feel nice. But hey, you live you learn, right?"

She stared them down, eyes glazed over with dark clouds.

"Y'know, I'm a strong believer in Karma.

I'd say Karma comes in different ways for everyone, and we never know what shape or way it'll come to us."

"However, I do know how it will come back to you."

The group let her words sink in, trying to fight off the withers roaming around.

"It's by me!" she chirped.

" and I know exactly how I'm going to do it!" she smiled, pearly whites showing.

"I'm going tear you apart from the inside. just. like. you. did. for. me."

After that, everything was a blur.

she doesn't remember much, only coming back to her senses when Techno pulled her to the lake, pulling out his trident, and passing her her own.

they flew away, going to pack their things and run away.

time skip a few days, her and phil quickly became friends, the same with ghostbur.

Her and Techno are settled down in a cabin far away, having everything then needed.

things were finally good.

She had caring friends, and nice home, and left her old life behind.

it was nice.

time passed, l'manburg with a new plan to take down Technoblade.

would that happen? fuck no LMAOO

TECHNOBLADE NEVER DIESSSS!

anyways

Phil was under house arrest, Techno was taken by the butcher army, and she was pissed.

actually, pissed was an understatement.

she was stood behind Phil's chimney, peaking at the scene in front of her.

she wasn't afraid, she knew techno had a totem on him, as did she. (courtesy of sugar daddy dré)

However, that didn't stop her from jumping down and gripping onto Fundy's hair, pulling it back harshly and pressing her sword into his neck.

She wasn't going to kill him, she has morals, but they didn't know that.

while they were distracted with her, Phil tossed Techno a pickaxe.

He got free, pearling away.

Quackity noticed, running after him while yelling. the rest followed, leaving her unattended with Carl. She took Carl, waving at Phil and Ghostbur before riding back home.

Now, when she went down to the basement and noticed a misplaced block in the floor, she didn't think she'd find a human down there.

Especially Tommy.

Then again, that kid is always ending up in weird situations.

she dragged him upstairs, forcing him to stay put till Techno comes back from trading with the villagers.

while waiting, the two bonded over their experiences with manipulation, Tommy apologizing to her for what he did.

She forgave him, not blaming the young one for following in the adults foot steps. He didn't know better.

Boy, Techno did not expect Tommy and her to be laughing when he stepped in, but alas, it is what it is

Time skip the preparations, the day of the festival has come.

The three were sneaking around in invis pots, going over the plan multiple times.

That was, until she witnessed the Community House, or at least what was left of it.

She fell to her knees, the memories flowing through her mind.

It had been there since the beginning, something she helped to build.

kc when things were simple, no fighting, no war, just friends hanging out.

she remembers the nights where the ogs would stay up building it, sleeping in beds pushed up together.

just her, Dream, George, Sapnap, Callahan, Alyssa, and Sam, having fun, building and joking around.

back before the fight, when Her and Dream yelled at each other over something useless.

before she ran off to L'manburg, who hated her for her relationships with the opposing team, but kept her for her things.

Her invis pot ran out, her body appearing.

Techno panicked, trying to get her to drink another, but she told him it was fine, to trust her.

He hesitated, but turned his attention to Tommy. she snuck off, watching as people slow started swarming around.

tears fell down her cheeks.

she looked around, meeting eyes with Bad.

She ran to his open arms, crying into them.

This was the only place that she had happy memories at, before she met Techno.

The only place that kept her sane.

She let go of bad, turning to Callahan, who gave her a small, sad smile and pulled her into a hug.

She looked to the side after a few seconds, meeting eyes with George, who also hugged her.

she felt someone's arms wrap around her, and she turned around, meeting Sapnap's eyes, and leaning into him.

Finally, she turned to Sam, who was staring at the destruction with tears streaming down his face.

The two of them were the most attached to the community house.

She stumbled into his arms, both of them sniffling into their embrace.

They both kept their arms around each other, turing to the scene in front of them. As Tommy and Tubbo started fighting, she knew that's her sign to go back to Techno. she let go of Sam, meeting eyes with her friends, letting them know she'd be back.

she wiped her face, quickly gearing up before jumping down beside Techno. she joined him in splashing tommy with pots.

then things took a turn. suddenly, Dream has the disks, tommy is on Tubbo's side again, and Techno and her are pearling out of a mob.

She was out of it the whole time, the Community House affecting her alot.

she decided then, it's time to take revenge.

It was the day they were going to destroy L'manburg once and for all.

She was prepared, wither skulls and soul sand filled her pockets, stacks of tnt filling chests in the sky, the black structure towering over l'manburg.

She had a smile on her face, letting out all her stress and anger.

as l'manburg went down, she could feel herself feel more alive, more free.

She stood with Phil and Techno on top of the crater that was once l'manburg, laughing gleefully.

It was over.

The thing that caused he the most pain.

now that Karma has come collect it's dept, she can be herself again.

"C'mon, let's go home."

she smiled at Techno and Phil, wanting nothing more than some tea and sweets.

Her job was done.

for now, at least. >:)

#mcyt headcanons #mcyt #platonic #technoblade #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #tuboo #dream #dream team #sapnap #awesamdude #georgenotfound #dreamsmp #dsmp #minecraft #hc #philza #philza minecraft #Quackity #alex quackity

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Psycho Pass - timeline and why you shouldn’t hate on S3 that much

I’ve been following Psycho Pass ever since the original run of Season 1 back in 2012. I’d like to make you and everyone who disliked S3 understand some things. Hope I structure this well, here goes.

Obviously there will be some spoilers.

First let’s take a look at the releases in the PP universe so far. We have:

Season 1

Season 2

Movie

Sinners of The System 1,2,3 (2 being a prequel)

Season 3

First Inspector

Before I write anything I’m going to stop you and say that nothing tops Season 1. So there,now that we have that out of the way let’s continue.

Season 1

Takes place in late 2112-2113

Central characters are Akane and Kogami and let’s face it, for many Kogami is the one who carried the show, even if some consider him to be a “generic edgy”  protagonist I think he’s pretty solid as a character at this point.

Akane has had MAJOR character development throughout the whole season and I’ll never forget how upset some people were that she was a noob. That was the whole point, she is a newbie and a model citizen who trusts the system, her character evolution revolves around coming to the realization that the system is flawed.

Makishima as a villain was phenomenal and not because quoting from books , but because his motives and reasoning were clearly established  and he made both protagonists question themselves and the system.

Season 1 is written by Gen Urobuchi , the following seasons (except the movie) are not written by him.

Season 2

Takes place in 2114.

A trainwreck, don’t even want to go here. The disappointment was huge.

I found Mika to be extremely annoying and unbearable with 0 character growth. The only highlights for this season for me were Gino and Akane.

Onwards.

The Movie

Takes place 3 years after the events of Season 1, in 2116.

Nothing of major impact happens but if you love the old cast , namely Gino, Akane, Kogami you’ll enjoy this and I have a feeling this is what they were betting on and wanted to see: the public reaction to the old cast.

The interaction between Akane and Kogami is the highlight (another one being Gino vs Kogami).

It’s clear as day that Akane evolved as a character and Kogami is questioning his past, so let’s say some minor character development.

Sinners of the System

If you enjoy the universe and aren’t too attached to the main cast you will like these, although case 3 is about Kogami so I’m sure it’s the one most people will like.

Case 1 has some minor Mika character development (she still sucks imho)

Case 2 is a prequel that sets up some details about the storyline that will be the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Case 3 is the one you’ll want to watch if you want to see S3/First Inspector as it revolves around Kogami and him coming to terms with his thoughts when he is asked by a young girl to train her as he sees in her a version of himself and where this will lead (girl seeks revenge) . 

His story arc regarding Sasayama’s death, revenge, Makishima is complete, it ends here as he decides to head back to Japan.

This triggers the potential for the future series/movies in the Psycho Pass universe to deal with the (possible) unresolved storyline of dealing with Akane once he gets back to Japan, because he will have to face her at one point.

So after Case 3 Kogami is already a complete character , there is no strong conflict or drive for him as the one which had driven the plot of season 1.

We already know everything about him.

Let me jump back to Gino for a brief moment, his first arc concluded when his father died and he became an enforcer, his current arc might be related to what I’ll get to in a second.

Season 3

Alright so here we are,a new season nobody was expecting and 2 new protagonists we expected even less.

Taking place in 2120 , 8 years after the events of Season 1 it follows Arata and Kei in their own CID adventures.

The tone of the series is vastly different from both S1 and S2, most notably :

it feels like those friendly buddy cop TV shows

the violence is greatly reduced, no more “shock value”

the side characters aren’t invested into, they’re just there for being there and plot devices (they’re alright, the new enforcers get some characterization but it’s not season 1 level)

Arata’s “skill” - if you think about it as high level empathy it’s gonna feel less dumb

Being new protagonists, the writers had to make sure we get to like them by offering us details about their past and what drives their motives, I’d say they did an ok job at that.

There’s no room for comparison to Akane and Kogami, those 2 are already established characters who have resolved story arcs and suffered changes.

Keep in mind Akane is 28 now and Kogami is 36, whereas the new protagonists are in their early 20s. They have time for character evolution, it’s easier to write new characters into the universe than deal with established ones such as Akane and Kogami.

Also, we see Kou visiting Akane while she’s in jail, her not being surprised means this may have happened before, which leads to further questions in the storylines that will definitely be explored in the new PP installments to follow:

Details on the incident which caused her to be in jail

What happened when Kogami returned to Japan and how the Sibyl system dealt with this

Kou reuniting with Ginoza, since both work for the hot blonde now

etc, you get the idea

First Inspector

It’s actually not that bad, I’m not going to spoil anything (well...not everything) but I suggest giving it a chance. If you don’t want to watch S3 just read about it and watch this, the most important things to take are from episode 3′s last scenes

Akane is released AS AN ENFORCER by Sibyl and will help Mika

Kogami is sent to get her, there will definitely be a recap between these two

Arata and Kei both have secrets regarding the case they worked on, not gonna spoil anything

Yayoi is alive, and will live with Shion. Just puttin this out there since they’re everyone’s favorite lesbians

Mika is still shit.

Gino is still based as fuck 

Also, there is a post credits scene with Akane saying something along the lines of “ let’s talk about the incident that got me jailed “ . This was only in the theatrical release so you can bet your ass we’re getting more PP in the future.

Thoughts

Lastly, what everyone needs to understand is that S1 made PsychoPass become a franchise. A franchise revolves around different characters in the same universe, sometimes the focus is on the OGs , but sometimes it isn’t.

I would like to note here that Gen Urobuchi is responsible for Season 1 (you know, the dude who wrote Madoka and other stuff like that...) and he did a great job writing a compelling story. Did he want PP to turn into a franchise? This I do not know and I have a feeling this might explain his absence from the later installments of the series. 

He wrote a complete story in 22 episodes which could have been left at that but seeing how well received the first season was it spawned a franchise.

What I want to say is please give Arata and Kei a chance (S3 protags) . They’re not that bad and they help the franchise stay alive as it seems they were pretty well received in Japan. Would you rather Mika be the main character again?! HELL NO

Now I love the main trio - Akane,Kou,Gino - as much as everyone but at this point they’re so high level it’d be hard to write a series just about them. Make one wrong move and the fanbase will hate you.

Also, this one is for all you Kogami x Akane shippers, I view their relationship as professional only but I’ll be damned if I didn’t scream at those 2 short scenes these 2 had in S3 and FI .Can’t wait to see the interactions between grown up Akane and seasoned peace-of-mind Kogami.

If you’re still here thanks for reading my rant, hope I made sense. 

edited to add some stuff

#psychopass #psycho pass #psycho pass sinners of the system #psycho pass season 3 #psycho pass s3 #psycho pass spoilers #anime #rant #akane tsunemori #kogami shinya #ginoza nobuchika #mika shimotsuki #shion karanomori #anime rewatch

[cheryls-blossomed]

if you see iris fans doing something that makes you angry, why not just confront it there? like i am lost as to why people bring every single thing over to this blog. it really upsets me. candice has talked about how much she adores her fans for fighting for her so why are people trying to control how fans are reacting? and this is all from twitter because I see it also. but it's frustrating to see blatant racism. i'm very confused why that anon is so upset that other people are upset...

And I'm aware you're not on twitter so this isnt aimed at you of course, but I follow over 800 iris fan accounts. not a single one was engaging with the fanboys themselves, just discussing the hypocrisy amongst ourselves. supergirl fans were doing the exact same thing. if anon can find any specific tweet where an iris fan was fighting a fanboy over S&L i'd absolutely love to see it because I highly doubt it exists.

and one last thing because this is really frustrating to me tbh. saying "I don’t see that point in getting worked up comparing how they are gonna react/treat Lois versus Iris" is ridiculous. it's very important to discuss those kinds of things or else nothing will ever change. how do people think candice was treated before? and who were the big ones calling out racist behavior??? iris fans on twitter. like what is this new issue anons seem to have where twitter fans are the spawn of the fandom

This is exactly why I mentioned that I felt that I was missing specific context when that ask came in. I also hadn’t seen that new S&L clip when that ask was sent where Lois says something along the lines of, “The world will always need Superman, but your family needs you more right now,” and I think it’s extremely important, actually, to point out the obvious hypocrisy, rooted completely in misogynoir, in how people immediately reacted to that line versus the reaction if Iris had said anything like that. That absolutely ought to be discussed, because misogynoir in the Arrowverse fandom is pervasive, and we also don’t consume content in a vacuum, where we can just pretend that our fandom experience is completely isolated from society. It’s not. And I also ought to note, because it’s very important, that while fans of color experience racism in fandom, Black fans have always faced far more vitriolic and targeted racism in fandom than anyone else, because of anti-Black racism. And non-Black fans of color, including myself, have to be very aware of that fact. 

Anyways, I’m very sorry, nonnie. I know you said this wasn’t directed at me, but to the other anon, but this is my blog, and I do have to be cognizant of what others say here, so I bear some responsibility for this, and for that, I am sorry. You’re right, of course. Even now, it’s the Iris fandom on twitter that is at the forefront of advocating for her, and I feel like anything which dismisses Iris fans addressing the continued vitriolic racism in the Arrowverse fandom is just hugely problematic for numerous reasons. The OG Iris West Defense Squad defended Iris on twitter. Iris fans on twitter very much encompass the strength of advocacy for Iris, and they have always held those who continue narratives that perpetuate misogynoir accountable. Frankly, it’s beyond disrespectful to continue complaining about them. One of my anons from a few days ago put it very aptly, when they said (paraphrasing) that it doesn’t make sense why some people see things on twitter and immediately come to me about it, without providing me with context, when they know I’m not on twitter, AND when they can just not go on twitter and cultivate a fandom experience on a different platform or otherwise. This back and forth about comments seen on twitter has got to stop, honestly. Iris fans on twitter also deserve the right, quite frankly, to post what they want on their personal twitter accounts without someone seeing an untagged tweet and feeling the need to comment negatively on it. I’ve stressed again and again that people should not bring individual tweets up to me, especially without providing me with the context for me to properly respond. Like I said, though, this is my blog, and I bear some responsibility, because I should have put my foot down and essentially said I’m placing an embargo on bringing up other Iris fans’ tweets in this inbox, and I didn’t specifically do that. And I didn’t do it precisely because I wanted people to feel free to speak their truth here, but I also can’t be foolish about this. So, from now on, no more twitter talk. 

#anonymous #replies

[chaos-family]

All credit to @janus-come-back-to-us for this story. Its og form is a bit hard to follow due to changing blogs so here it is in one piece! It’s from our dear lawyer’s perspective (in case you couldn’t tell) and the “you” is Orange. Enjoy!

Alright, it technically started on 11:47 of March 26th

That’s basically how the toys r us looked, at first, because it was a dark and stormy night.

I had just left from a courtroom, and was finally outside for the first time in months, when I suddenly heard screams… lots and lots of screams…

I turned around, and there was the ambassador of France, and yourself.

You had lit their pants on fire, calling them a liar.

The ambassador was, obviously, enraged. They had sent security after you, so many bulky men were running at a child.

You, being the spawn of chaos you are, was about to shoot porcupine spikes at a bunch of security men and the ambassador of France.

Me, being me, saw the ambassador sobbing, and thought this would be an amazing case to get me a ton of money.

Instead, she thought I was affiliated with you— probably because of the orange shirt I was wearing at the time— so she shrieked, “OH GOD NOT ANOTHER ONE!!”

You, also thinking I was in on it (for some reason?) grinned, and threw a larger porcupine towards me to use against everyone.

I caught the porcupine without injuring it or myself, but when I looked up, half of security was surrounding me.

I didn’t really know what to do. All I ever knew had to do with the law, and it was a prominent one to not attack security, nor the ambassador of France.

You didn’t seem to care. Infact, you poked your porcupine on some random spot (I never got a good enough look) and instantly hit several security guards square in the chest with spikes.

(They didn’t die, but I’m pretending they did for the dramatics of it all)

With all of those men on the ground, at your feet, the ambassador was shaking. The ones around me were frozen in fear, even as I gently placed my porcupine down.

You took one step towards us, and instantly, all of the guards fled. I would’ve been impressed if I wasn’t so confused.

The ambassador flicked her gaze between us both, her mouth opening and closing, like she was trying to say something.

You picked up the porcupine at my feet, and scratched a bit roughly on it. It’s skin and spikes came off like paint— because they literally were paint— revealing a zhu-zhu pet.

The ambassador slowly, shakily, raised a pointed finger at us. Her eyes were practically bugging out of her skull in terror. She screamed, “I’LL GET YOU BOTH FOR THIS!! YOU HEAR ME?? YOU’LL BE LOCKED AWAY FOR AS LONG AS POSSIBLE!!” Before running off with her security.

Naturally, I was terrified. I was getting accused for crimes by the ambassador of France, and didn’t know what to do.

You had just laughed good-heartidly, like this was something you did all the time. You show me a kind smile, before saying, “hey, wanna go to toys r us?”

I blinked, “what?”

“My family’s shopping over there.” You shrugged, as if you didn’t just knock out several security guards and burn the ambassador of France’s pants. And possibly her legs. “So? Wanna come along?”

I gave a puff of a laugh, y’know, the way you do when you’re feeling like you’re in a fever dream. “I— I guess??”

We arrived to find the entire family shopping. I didn’t recognize anyone— obviously, I didn’t know anyone at the time— but you dragged me over to the zhu-zhu pet section.

I looked around in awe. Some of these sets didn’t look like toys, they looked like weapons. There were armories, training sets (of various types!!), blacksmith sets, it was like a medieval knight paridise. But for zhu-zhu pets.

You had looked around, trying to find something, I suppose, but my head was reeling from your earlier stunt with the ambassador of France.

My gaze travelled to a ceiling corner, as I watched the security camera zero-in on us. The lens expanded, the flickering red light sped up, and over the store’s microphones, I heard,

“We have a code orange with an accomplice, I repeat, a code orange with an accomplice. This is not a drill.”

Followed shortly after by an exasperated, suffering sigh, and a loud “ORANGE WHAT DID I SAY??” From across the store.

Geoffrey the giraffe came out of the back door, with several weapons on hand. But we didn’t see those for awhile, for he had decided to arrive in a tank.

You, somehow, threw a zhu-zhu pet into the middle of the tank-shooter-thing-that-I’m-too-lazy-too-look-up-the-name-for, before bolting out of that section specifically. I followed you, not wanting to get exploded by Geoffrey.

We rounded a corner to find parent one, their arms crossed across their chest, giving the most parental look I could ever imagine. “Orange.” They said, lowly, “what—“

“Hey, it wasn’t my fault!!” You interrupted, as if we hadn’t ran across an entire store after burning the ambassador of France’s— “I was showing my new buddy around!! So obviously, I had to show ‘em the zhu-zhu pets too!!”

Parent one looked at me then, which must’ve been the least not-guilty I’ve ever looked. Covered in rain from the storm, still trying to catch my breath from running across the store, still frazzled from the ambassador of France moment, I wasn’t exactly the pinnicle of neat.

So, very dignified, and totally not weakly, I gave a small wave, muttering, “hi?”

Parent one looked at me, unimpressed, letting out another suffering sigh. “How much did she offer?”

I blinked, “huh?”

“How much?” Parent one releated, opening their wallet, “you’re not going to actually get whatever amount they promised, but I can give you $20 or something, for the trouble.”

“I didn’t offer anything!” You said, very smugly, “they joined in the fun!!”

“Actually, I—“ I began, but Geoffrey had caught up to us. Parent one merely waved at the giraffe in the tank, but you had looked ready to run.

Quickly, little lego men had left the tank, scattering lego’s all over the store’s floor. It would’ve been a painful nightmare to escape now, unless you had shoes on.

Unfortunately, neither of us did. We dropped them off at the entrance earlier, since they were soaked in mud and rainwater.

“You can’t escape now, Orange.” Geoffrey said, aiming their clogged shooter-thing right at us. My eyes widened at the sight, especially when the lego men began to build their own canon with their spare legos, “this is the last time I allow you to rob me of my zhu-zhu pets.”

 The canon was loading up, about to fire at any minute. My breathing quickened, panic coursing through me. Your glare at the giraffe only hardened, like you wanted him to try and stop you. Parent one remained exasperated, but calmly moved out of the way (a perk of having shoes).

The only reason why we weren’t blasted into smithereens, was due to a cryptid behind the tank, slowly rising in all of her cryptic glory. My jaw dropped at the sight, but you only grinned.

Geoffrey‘s tank was engulfed in shadows, and I never figured out what happened to it. All you said was “quickly, make shoes out of the legos!!” Which is what we did, before running out of that area of the store.

Unfortunately, Geoffrey was prepared. Around another corner, La La Loopsey dolls had begun to surround us, with needles and string in their hands. Very reminiscent of Coraline. You looked unfazed, even as they began to approach us with doll-like chants.

“What the hell do we do now??” I painted out, as you looked around for an exit.

“More like, what the hell did you do??” Came a voice. Turning around, we saw the same cryptid from earlier, spitting out a chunk of the tank, like it was a wad of bubblegum.

You grinned, “oh, not much. Just activated a code orange, y’know how it goes.”

“I most certainly do not.” She answered, glaring at you. It didn’t have the same tiredness from parent one, or the malice from Geoffrey. Rather, it looked... playful? “You left me out of the chaos. I don’t think I’ve ever felt such betrayal.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” You said, rolling your eyes. “I got a bit preoccupied.”

“Can you two stop bickering so that we don’t get sewn to death??” I said shrilly, as the La La Loopseys started drawing their planned sewing lines onto our legs.

 Anyways, both you and the cryptid finally realized the La La Loopsey’s intentions. You kicked a few away, but double the ones you kicked just took over.

“Quick, what’s your species??” The cryptid asked me.

“Uh— human?? What is going—”

“Damn, so nothing supernatural.” She said, letting out a huff.

“Quick, give me another doll brand!” You said, so the cryptid left (she was the only one not trapped) to find another doll.

I didn’t really have time to question the purpose of that, since you and I were trying to kick away the onslaught of La La Loopsey’s. “Seriously, what is happening??” I asked, exhausted.

“A typical Tuesday.” You answered, “though I’ll admit, these guys normally aren’t so persistent.”

“So this has happened before??” I turned towards you, flabbergasted, “do you have any idea how many laws we’ve broken?? We’ve assaulted security, and the ambassador of France, you committed arson with that stunt too. We’ve trespassed and area you’re clearly not allowed in. We’re committing property damage, currently—“

“Oh don’t be such a worry wart.” You said, flinging a doll across the aisle, “I just use monopoly money to bail out of jail.”

Monopoly... money...

I didn’t know what happened next (later, after the incident, parent one had filled me in), because I froze from the mention of the horrid money I was so used to losing from in court. You didn’t realize what had happened, and the cryptid hadn’t arrive.

The La La Loopseys— and in turn, Geoffery— were winning.

All seemed lost, for awhile.

You had been kicking La La Loopseys away from yourself and me, and for about 10 minutes, you had begun to worry.

The cryptid came awhile later, throwing a limited edition Barbie doll towards you. “Geoffery was prepared,” she said, “but luckily, I found her in the backroom.”

You wasted little time, quickly ripping the box open, displaying Barbie in all of her glory. The La La Loopsey dolls hissed, quickly losing interest in you and me, as they practically ripped the Barbie from your hands to assault her instead.

She will be missed.

You and the cryptid had to drag me away from the scene, finding a brief hideout in the backroom. “What happened to them?” The cryptid asked, flicking my forehead.

“I dunno, I just said something about Monopoly money, and—“

“YOU’RE NOT GETTING OUT OF THIS COURTROOM JEFFERSON!!” I hollared, stunning you and the cryptid for a moment. Apparently, the Monopoly money mentioned had made me automatically think I was in a courtroom, and my brain had been trying to calculate the amount of crimes I had to go against (that, and apparently I thought I was arguing against Thomas Jefferson, for some reason). I panted, trying to catch my bearings as you and the cryptid just stared silently for a moment. “... we aren’t in court, huh?”

“Not unless you count toys r us to be a courtroom.” You replied, “seriously, are you good?”

“No, I’m Green.” I answered, “a lawyer, in theory. Not one that typically gets chased down by giraffes and dolls.”

“So not a legitimate lawyer?”

“Shut up.”

Briefly, I learned who you, and the cryptid— Cerse, apparently— were, and that took enough time for some of the boxes to start opening from the inside.

Crawling out of them, at first, was a line up of toy story characters, which wasn’t so bad. But then the slinkies got out, and quickly used their dog heads and butts to wrap around all three of us.

Try as we may, escaping was futile.

Geoffery came around the corner, slowly clapping his hands. “Wow, and here I thought you might actually get away. But, as chaotic as you think you are,” he drawled, leaning in close towards us, “I’m always a step ahead.”

“I thought you took care of him.” You hissed at Cerse, once Geoffery leaned away.

“I did.” Cerse insisted, but it didn’t matter now. Geoffery snapped his hands (somehow?? How did that work he’s a giraffe??), and several buzz lightyears had turned on their wings, ready for the command to onslaught us.

“I’m rather impressed, y’know.” He said, turning around like some cartoon villain. “I never thought you’d keep trying, after coming here the 34th time.”

You snickered. I never learned what had happened the 34th time.

“But now,” he continued, turning his head a bit to study all three of us, “I have you right where I want you. And your little friends too. If you won’t pay in legitimate money, then I’ll make you pay for damages with your life.”

The slinkies tightened their grip. I thought all hope was lost.

Until, of course, I heard a car coming towards us.

Everything that happened next was a whirl of colors. The chaos family had stolen a car— somehow fitting everyone inside— with both parents in the front seat. Parent two shot at the slinkies with a nerf gun, making them relinquish their hold. You and Cerse stood quickly, running for the car, and I did my best to follow.

Geoffery was faster, however. He grabbed my arm before I could reach y’all, and held a surprisingly firm grip for a giraffe. “NOBODY MOVE!!” He shouted, several buzz lightyears flying behind him, “OR I SEND THE SPACE TROOPS AFTER EVERYONE.”

You looked between me and Geoffrey, and in a split-second decision, threw a box of matches at us, followed by a lit match. Geoffery shrieked in fear, quickly letting me go so that he could escape. I ran as far away from the flames as I could, hopping ontop of the chaos family’s car, before Parent one took a sharp turn, making a dash for the entrance of the store.

“You’re grounded, by the way.” They said, no room for argument in their voice.

You huffed, grumbling, “I figured.”

Outside, we were barely out of the previous— now destroyed— front door, before French military surrounded us. Helicopters, tanks, ground troops, you name it— and infront of all of them, stood the ambassador, her arms crossed.

“Relinquish the Drama Duo.” She said, loudly but calmly, “and nobody gets hurt.”

Slowly, the entire car turned around to look at us, a shared look of “what did you do” on their faces.

I know that says US but pretend it says French.

“What.” Parent one began, “did you two. Do.”

“I swear I didn’t have anything to do with this.” I said, raising my hands up defensively. No one seemed convinced, but at least they were more skeptical of you than me.

“I wasn’t trying to start anything.” You said, crossing your arms, staring at the ground. “Honest. I was just at the convenience store earlier, buying matches— y’know how it is. And when I went to pay for them, the cashier said Monopoly money didn’t count. I called her a liar. She called me a phony. Long story short, I found her tonight when she was walking to her car with a bunch of men. And I lit her pants on fire. I didn’t think she was the ambassador of France.”

“It doesn’t matter who you think they are,” Parent one said, heaving yet another sigh, “you shouldn’t light anyone’s pants on fire.”

“She deserved it.” You grumbled, but didn’t try to argue further.

“And what do you have to do with this?” I blinked, not expecting the sudden attention.

“I swear, I was just getting home from work.” I said, unsure of how to handle Parent one’s calculating gaze, “I only decided to enter the scene because I thought I could make a ton of money as the ambassador to France’s lawyer. I didn’t think this would happen.”

Parent two hummed, “I guess that makes sense. You didn’t seem like the regular accomplice Orange has.” They mused.

“They’re all the same at this point.” Parent one muttered, before turning around to face the ambassador again, “but for now, you’re all gonna want to cover your ears.”

The whole car did as told, with Parent two putting on large earmuffs over Parent one’s head. Parent one inserted a CD into the radio, and turned it all the way up. I didn’t read the disc, but I didn’t have to.

Not when a loud voice rang out, followed by, “the fitness gram pacer test—“

The military men all began to vibrate, as if they were holding themselves back. Several of them left their vehicles, unable to operate them at the time.

The ambassador, slowly, fearfully, turned around she looked terrified, as her top general muttered. “Ma’am... we can’t... we can’t resist...”

“You must.” Shs seethed, but they could barely hear her, “or you’re all fired.”

That made them try to repress their calling more, but it didn’t last for long. As soon as the signal rang, and the music for the first round started, the military ran. They had to prove themselves to be more physically competent than their fellow soldiers. It was a calling in their blood, one that they could never truly resist.

The ambassador shrieked in rage, but it was muffled by Parent one raising the volume. “Sorry, what was that?” They asked, deadpan, as the ambassador’s gaze hardened on our car.

“I’ll— I’ll get you.” She sneered, before shouting, “I’LL GET ALL OF YOU!! EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU WILL BE LOCKED AWAY FOR THE REST OF YOUR DAYS!!”

Talk about a sore loser.

Parent one wasted no more time, at that point. They sped the car up, driving away as soon as Parent two chucked the— somehow working— stereo out the window, keeping the entire military distracted.

“Where are we going??” I asked, barely able to hold on to the roof of the car.

“Home.” Parent one said, “or at least, our current home. Probably gonna have to move out soon ‘cause of Orange.”

“Hey, I’m not that bad.” You insisted, even as parent one gave you with an unimpressed look.

“Sure.”

We arrived to the house after a very long drive, where I learned who the rest of the family was. Granted, I couldn’t really keep track of everyone at the time— since I was reeling from everything that had happened that night— but the calmer change of pace was a nice shift from being surrounded by the military.

We arrived at the house, where everyone unloaded their bags and went inside. I only went in because, lets be honest, all of that left me in desperate need of a shower, but I was stopped by the Parent duo— River and Cenn— before I could borrow their bathroom.

“So...” River— Parent two began, “you’re a lawyer?”

“In theory,” I answered, since I had shared a bit about myself during the car ride, “I do mostly criminal cases as the prosecutor. Why, is there any case you’d like me to check out?”

They shared a look with unspoken words, and I couldn’t really tell what they were saying. They turned back to me after a moment, with Cenn— Parent one— saying something, “well, have you tried... defending a criminal, perhaps?”

I blinked owlishly at that, “uh, not really, but I’m trained enough for it.”

Cenn nodded, seemingly satisfied with that answer, “good. We’ve been looking for someone to help us keep our kids out of jail, but so far—“

“Woah woah woah—“ I cut them off, wringing my wrists, “listen, i appreciate your hospitality and help tonight, but there is no way I can keep these guys,” I paused, motioning towards all the kids to emphasize my point, “guiltless!! Especially if tonight is just a ‘typical Tuesday.’”

River sighed, a bit defeated, but didn’t seem to give up, “look, we wouldn’t persist if we weren’t desperate. At this point, buying monopoly playsets has been more expensive than what court fees would be. Just— start with one kid? If all of them is too much?”

I hesitated. On one hand, trying to make them all seem innocent would be a waste of time, since any judge could look at their track record and immediately have a verdict. But, on the other, the amount of money I could make...

I sighed, my shoulders sagging, “alright, who am I defending first?”

They both huffed a breath of relief, with Cenn turning, calling out “Orange? Could you come here for a moment.”

And that, everyone who decided to stick around, is the toys r us incident (and coincidentally, the night I became Orange’s lawyer). I’m not getting into the aftermath— because I have irl stuff to do— but yeah

note from C: this is a little off according to the master timeline but who cares

#chaos family #long post #gun tw #unlawful lawyer #orange #drama duo #local family cryptid

[sharpxstpetals]

Anonymous sent: What first inspired you when creating Lily as an OC?

First off, I wanna say to whoever sent this a while ago that I fucking love this question bc I went down the rabbit hole exploring really early versions of her that I made/wrote a long time ago. So thank you, it’s been fun seeing how much she’s evolved.

Second, as for what first inspired me when creating Lily.. well, more than ten years ago, little ol’ Abs wanted to try out rping and was inspired to make a monster of sorts, something out of the ordinary ( as we all do when we start rping, I think ). Back then I took examples from R.esident E.vil monsters and things such as that and tried to make a humanoid tyrant of sorts??? Lily is what spawned from that. That’s right, she is literally the first muse I’ve ever had. I eventually lost her as a muse after four years of rping her when I moved on to canon characters, but she’d stayed in my heart for the longest time and I occasionally rped her in private stuff ( forums, IMVU, etc ).

I only just started actually rping her again about a year or so ago when I decided to hop into this fandom with a friend of mine, had to overhaul her a bit to get her to fit into this fandom, but most of the original concepts have stayed. The inspiration this time around was just to see if I could revive my OG baby and make her into someone better, someone with more emotions and feelings, with more negatives/positives and faults, with a bit of a heartwrenching and lengthy backstory. Also got inspired by flower symbols for some reason when I decided to keep the blade arm and her name, so, there’s that too.

anyway I’m so happy I remade her because??? she’s so important to me and people seem to like her and just??? kdjbhdfv ye

#OUTOFBLADES #i'm honestly emotional thinking about how far lily's whole.. concept??? has evolved #thank you for the question i'm sorry it took years to reply to it

[thebeardedsoliloquy]

She-Ra: Thoughts and speculations

A little context, I’ve been a fan of Masters of the Universe for a long time, I watched the 2002 show when I was a little kid, but I have no idea whether or not that holds up or not. My recent interaction with the franchise has been the Classics Universe, where they tried to build a cohesive universe out of all the disparate entries in the franchise. But that mostly consists of toy bios, and thus lacks emotional stakes or connection.

So let me say that the new She-Ra show is everything I’ve ever wanted from MOTU. They managed to take all the whacked-out eighties toyline stuff and forge it into a compelling and human story with engaging characters. They even manage to make the almost universally stupid character names sound natural. The show also nailed MOTU’s weird mix of sci-fi and fantasy without boiling the plot down to “Magic good, technology bad” and created a unique and interesting aesthetic.

I can’t say enough good things about the show, go watch it. It’s getting compared to Voltron a lot, which I think is a tad disingenuous. Outside of sharing the keywords: Animation/Netflix/Dreamworks, She-Ra has a very different tone and aesthetic. I thought it was a lot closer to Steven Universe, though She-Ra doesn’t yet reach the heights of depth and drama, it has the same kind of sincerity and positivity that makes that show so fun to watch.

Now, let’s talk about things I would like to see in the next season, spoilers for season one:

More Ensemble Focus: While this whole Princess team was featured heavily in the marketing, the majority of the show is focused on the trio of Adora, Glimmer, and Bow, with about half of the other princesses getting a single episode of focus. This is especially noticeable for Netossa and Spinnerella, as they are established as being on team Rebellion from the very start. I called pretty early on that the full Princess team wouldn’t be assembled until the end, so I hope that now the team is assembled, future seasons will spread the focus around and develop the secondary characters more. The prison break episode showed just how fun it is to watch these characters bounce off one another, so I hope we get lots more of that in the future.

Entrapta: I think everyone with prior knowledge of the franchise knew that Entrapta was going to join the bad guys, but the way it was ultimately handled was very interesting, all the good guys think she’s dead, and she (with some manipulation from the bad guys) thinks the good guys have abandoned her. That’s gonna lead to some juicy character drama and I can’t wait to see it unfold, especially when you account for her you know, almost killing the planet.

Fleshing out the Horde: The antagonists were one of the strongest elements of the season one, Catra is a great example of the sympathetic, Zuko-type villain, but was more legitimately menacing than Zuko. Hordak also has a great presence, but I like how he has a largely inactive role in the conflict, at least for now. At the end of the season Catra becomes second-in-command of the Horde, so I wouldn’t be surprised if part of the next season’s conflict comes from Catra having to deal with other Horde leaders trying to undermine her. I would also like to see more secondary villains, Scorpia and Entrapta are great, but them yucking it up while Catra tries to be serious could get old. The show already kind of wasted one of the OG Horde characters, Grizzlor, but there is still a colorful cast of characters to pick from. The Horde employs some straight-up freaks, and I would love to see this show’s take on characters like Leech, Mantenna, or Modulok (google image ‘em).

Backstory: Okay, so I know that it is unlikely for He-Man elements to pop up in She-Ra, I believe there’s some sort of legal difficulties. But they still use the Grayskull phrase, and “Eternia“ is used as a password by the First Ones. We also see brief flashes of what are presumably Adora’s memories which could indicate her origin in Eternia.

The most interesting connection is when Light Hope tells Adora that the previous She-Ra, Mara, shifted Etheria to the dimension of Despondos, which is kind of like the Phantom Zone from DC comics. More importantly, in the Classics continuity, it’s where King Grayskull, ancestor of She-Ra and He-Man and the first guy to wield the magic sword, yeeted Hordak and the Horde after fighting them on Eternia. After Grayskull died, the sword was reforged into two swords, one entrusted to the Sorceress of Castle Grayskull, the other entrusted to Light Hope on Etheria. Now, the Horde putzed around in Despondos for like a thousand years, before finding and invading Etheria. But Hordak still had ways to contact Eternia, and became the evil tutor of Keldor, He-Man/She-Ra’s uncle and the dude who would eventually become Skeletor. Hordak got Keldor to try and kidnap his brother’s twin children, for prophecy reasons, but he was only able to get one, Adora, and sent her to Etheria, to be raised by the Horde. Now I don’t expect most of this backstory to make it in, but who knows.

It is also unlikely for any kind of He-man spinoff to spawn from this show, I wouls love to someone to put as much love and care into He-man as this show, but He-Man has a very different vibe, and frankly, a less interesting setup. But I could see those elements popping up in She-Ra in a limited fashion, who knows? She-Ra is dope and I can’t wait to see where things go.

#she ra #masters of the universe #motu #he man #she ra spoilers #she ra 2018

[phgq]

Cambuhat’s CEDFA survives pandemic by oyster farming

#PHinfo: Cambuhat’s CEDFA survives pandemic by oyster farming

In several tourism areas in Bohol, life stood still when the tourists stopped coming and local governments barred areas often visited by tourists when the COVID-19 pandemic hit. This forced industry workers to desperately seek other sources of money to bring food to the table.

But not here in this village, hidden from the bustle of the Bohol Circumferential highway by thick nipa forests and tall buri palms.

This is Cambuhat, a village that sits on the southern bank of the Daet-Cambuat River, a rising tourism destination that suddenly found empty parking spaces, no tourists, and their easy food on the table, now threatened.

This kind of life, however, is nothing new to the people here.

MANAGING THE ENVIRONMENT. Original CEDFA members Cresencia Aparece and Irenea Añasco writing down the lyrics of the CEDFA hymn which is a standard song they would sing to entertain tourists in Cambuhat. Now into oyster culture, CEDFA has seen a good tourism enterprise based on talaba and the community’s affinity to the buri palm, which also amazes their guests. During the pandemic, sliding back to enjoying the river resources has allowed Cambuhat to survive the pandemic. (rahc/PIA-7/Boho/)

Surviving by simply basking in the bountiful resource of the river, residents of Cambuhat Buenavista know too well that what they have now can be used up by over harvesting and without sound harvesting practices.    

Ang dagat maoy bahandi nga gikan sa kahitas-an, (the sea is a heaven-sent treasure), Dili nato hikalimtan ang atong dagat di pasipad-an (Let us not forget, [that if] we do not abuse the sea) Magpabilin sa gihapon ang mga isdang magkadaghan... (the fish will continue to multiply). The song originally composed for the enlightened community of Cambuhat, in Buenavista may have trailed off and got lost in the thick nipa forests here, but the message of environment protection as a shared responsibility in a community would reverberate longer than the composers would imagine.

Cambuhat, a river village on the banks of Daet-Cambuhat River over 70 kilometers north of Tagbilaran City, used to be just like any other river community: everyone doing their best to bring food from the river to the family table by whatever means.

A model river that won the annual Cleanest and Greenest River in Bohol in the late 1990s, Cambuhat, however, would be finite with the way people are exacting tension in the river resources. "The entry of the United States Agency for International Development’s (USAID) Coastal Resource Management Project (CRMP) as administered in coordination with the Provincial Government, attempted to explain to the community the river’s finite resources and the tension the sea is getting with everyone fishing, pushed the community to organize," recalled Cresencia Aparece, 55, and an original member of the organization.

CLEANEST AND GREENEST. Cambuhat River won the 1990 DENR feat on the cleanest and greenest river, a fact that Buenavista's CEDFA swore to sustain to make sure they can get a sustainable supply of food from the clean and green resource. (rahc/PIA-7/Bohol)

Calling themselves members of the Cambuhat Enterprises Development and Fishermans’ Association (CEDFA), the organization with 25 original members immediately started replanting mangroves, which to them would provide spawning areas for fish and shrimps, crabs and shells. “Now, with new residents in the village, they would criticize us for stopping them from cutting mangroves, but then they do not know the bad thing it can give to the environment,” Aparece said.

“Wala man gud ni sila makaseminar sa CRMP, mao nga wala silay kalibutan (They did not undergo the CRMP seminar, so they would not know that)," she added, pointing out the mangroves that have grown past the nipa forests as the fruit of their labor years back.

Settled in the southern bank of the Caet-Cambuhat River, it was just natural for Cambuhat villagers to run to the river for food and base their livelihood from its resource. "I used to weave nipa thatches, weave raffia or pound sago for food. Now that we have government helping us through the organization, it is an easier life," confessed 64-year old widow Irenea Añasco, who along with her husband, comprised the first CEDFA which the CRMP organized.

WHEN THEY ARE NOT OUT AT SEA.Buenavista fishers paddle tourists from the bridge to their tourism center where the tourists watch performances and immerse in community activities. While in transit, the paddlers become tour guides who teach tourists how to glean shells, catch crabs and shrimps, bird watc,  and grow turtles. (PIA Bohol) 

"Since then, we got several government assistance through the years, the biggest of which is the talaba (oyster) culture, which had most of our village families owning one," Añasco added. "With the Bureau of Fisheries and Aquatic Resources, we were trained how to plant talaba (oyster), string through the shells, tie them at the right heights above the river bed, and the agriculture bureau also taught them how to shift into other forms of fishing," both said as they took turns sharing their experience. 

 Later, in succeeding grants, the community has to source out the bamboo rafts, then the town gave the shells and the ropes with the organization providing the labor counterpart.

The talaba farming, however, gave them more time to do other work as it only needs a few days of readying at the farm. Then after six to seven months, it is harvest time. But with talaba, and the CEDFA, they organized the village to put up the Cambuhat River and Village Tour, where everyone were trained in doing the tasks needed for the enterprise to work."It was perfect. We were given paddle boats. We have a green river, a nice river scape potential for bird watching, guests paddling, getting to know how to fish, catch crabs and pistol shrimps, shrimps," both Añasco and Aperece said. 

"Here, tourists also learn about oyster culture, know buri and how it helped the community in its food and clothing needs. And in the end, they feast on talaba, shrimps, crabs, and fish," Aparece, whose eight kids have benefitted from the community enterprise, explained. "We used to have green crab culture with BFAR. But rats tore through our nets to get to the fish food. Through the holes, the crabs escaped," Aparece recalled.

TALABA STRING. Tourists learn how to farm talaba from farmer-members of the CEDFA. The tour to the village includes paddling through the river, bird watching, gleaning, fishing and having a talaba meal along with the reiver’s bountiful harvest. (rahc/PIA-7/Bohol)

"Then we had bangus fish cage. But the fish did not grow as they did not develop their mouths well, so they did not feed well," Añasco chimed in.  

"But with the BFAR’s talaba culture, each family in the entire village now has a farm of their own," Aparece, who also works as a local tour guide, shared. From there, she also slips into a raffia dress to render the buri dance to tourists, and into a waitress’ apron to serve food during meal times..

For their venture too, Canadian International Development Agency granted them funds to equip the community kitchen so they could cook and prepare food for the tourists. The rest of the grant they put up for member loan program. "We could hardly agree with the money, but work, we are united," Añasco disclosed. 

With tourism booming, CEDFA, which now has doubled its membership to cover almost the whole village, earned P9,000 in the last quarter of 2019, to P22,000 in the beginning quarter of 2020. But then the activities had to be stopped due to the COVID-19 restrictions.  "We were affected but not much," both admitted.

 Now, they have another round of BFAR green crab livelihood package and are digging a pond and putting bamboo stakes as fences to discourage the crabs

TYPICAL CAMBUHAT LUNCH. Tourists relish the bounty from the river as managed by the CEDFA in Buenavista. The river bounty also includes a buri cake, oyster tortilla, and an occasional gallon of local wine. (PIA Bohol)

from running out.

In the river, a pumpboat was chugging slowly, trailing a bamboo raft loaded with nets. "Gabukas sila og bunsod (They are pulling out the fish corrals)," Añasco explained, saying that the fish corral has to be pulled out after a few months to wash and mend the nets and allow the fish to grow bigger before they can be trapped again in the corral.

Nearby, a fisher paddled off to venture into the mangroves, with a pail to be filled with clams and shells resting in the stern of his paddle boat. Another boat carried bundles of nipa leaves to be delivered to the thatch weaving stations, while young teens belt out local songs from the CEDFA’s social hall on an ordinary Saturday morning.

This is Cambuhat during the pandemic.

With or without tourists, however, surviving with the abundant river resource nearby has never been a big issue among the CEDFA members, thanks to community organizing that has prodded the village to sustain their river resource. (rahc/PIA-7/Bohol) 

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References:

* Philippine Information Agency. "Cambuhat’s CEDFA survives pandemic by oyster farming." Philippine Information Agency. https://pia.gov.ph/news/articles/1058324 (accessed November 07, 2020 at 02:57PM UTC+08).

* Philippine Infornation Agency. "Cambuhat’s CEDFA survives pandemic by oyster farming." Archive Today. https://archive.ph/?run=1&url=https://pia.gov.ph/news/articles/1058324 (archived).

#Philippines #News #Filipino #Pinoy #Tourism #Politics #Culture #Editorial #Environment #Society #History

[fear-and-failure]

Witchy Thoughts

So I am a witch. I use that term specifically. I’m not Pagan or Neo-Pagan. My tradition Swamp Yankee by temperament and a preponderance of blood. Problematic as fuck, since anything that isn’t as stolen as the swamps from the First Peoples is kind of OG Satanism. But I am a coward and I don’t like Ayn Rand, so there I am. But I spend a lot of time with various and sundry flavors of Neo-Pagan, and thinking a lot about it. 

There was a post ran across my dash recently about Christmas, and the supposed Pagan roots thereof. The jist of the post was that chances are the holiday wasn’t chosen by the early church to overwrite the Pagan observances of the Solstice so much as what’s 9 months after the Annunciation. From there it picked up the pre Christian traditions around that time of year because why wouldn’t it? Celebration of Christmas is sort of a modern thing anyway, if one does the historical research. 

It’s a simpler argument than “we need to convert these people and make them forget what they were doing before.” It makes more sense that people would turn their traditional Gods and spirits into saints than have them turned into saints for them. That’s something that could theoretically be done with the current technology, but not so much with word of mouth. The post ended with the assertion that it’s disingenuous and appropriative to go off about the Pagan roots of Christmas if you are not part of a cultural group that kept pre Christian winter solstice traditions specifically alive since your part of wherever. My Swedish and Norwegian ancestors were Lutherans, not the fucking Harga, so if I say God Jul, it’s got Jesus and that little girl with the candles on her head in it. Also, I am barely Scandinavian at all, so if you call me a nordic appropriating cosplayer, you’re not wrong. Talk to my dad. He sent me one of those sweet little wooden horses for Christmas this year.

There is an argument that you cannot choose your religion, and your religion gives not one scraggly fuck whether or not you believe. It’s a part of culture, and it’s a part of you, and you get to eat it and like it. I don’t believe in Jesus Christ, but I sure talk to him a lot, especially when I stub my toes. I find this argument persuasive, which is the extent to which I will advocate it. This is one of the reasons why I am don’t call myself Pagan or Neo-Pagan, because my grandparents and great-grandparents were all God-fearing, and that fear is part of me. I am a witch, and I don’t believe, but I am such a fucking Lutheran/Congregationalist combo, and I’m stuck with that. I bleed church basement baked ziti. I get my back up when Catholics get up to their Catholic bullshit. I’ve got opinions on every Protestant sect out there, and I can tell you about them if you want. I pass. I pass easy. No one is surprised when they find out I’m a witch, but only occasionally do I get pegged as one unbidden.

But here’s the part where it gets interesting. I know kids raised by Neo-Pagans who don’t pass as Christian. Are they Pagan? All arguments of authenticity aside, they’re lacking some of the cultural knowledge that most of their peers have. They see some Christianity around them, but it’s not part of them or their understanding, and well, maybe the general run of Christians don’t notice this shit, but it sticks way out to me. But then, I know what I am looking for.

Is it ethical to raise your kids according to your beliefs if they run counter to your traditions? I say yes, but sometimes I get the notion that folks I respect and think are wiser than me disagree, and I am not sure why. Sometimes, when it is directed toward those in my demographic, it’s an eat-mayo-and-die missive, and while I respect the anger and the reasons why those sentiments exist, I can’t convince the others to go along with it, and there are some I’d like to see choke on the mayo before my turn comes up. 

(Aside: sometimes you’ll read something from a person fed up past the breaking point by the appropriation of their culture, food, etc by white folk, and they will, quite understandably, go off, and someone of my pigmentation and milieu will get defensive and inevitably ask if they should just eat mayo and die, thus the name. 

Some of the people who make the initial statements probably do legitimately believe that white people can only ethically take part in the most mass-produced horrors they’ve spawned, I’m sure. Most, I suspect are just appalled by how we tend to commodify and make asinine the things that they love while claiming to have elevated whatever it is. They also rightly diagnose things like capitalism and imperialism that are huge parts of many white peoples’ cultures [especially anglophone white people to an extent that without those there is very little left] are FUCKING HORRIBLE FOR EVERYONE and that the world would benefit from their absence. Anyway).

The point is, my culture is defective and I want to abolish it. That’s probably not possible, though I think seizing the means of production would get us 99% there. But then the snake eats it’s tail and says “What is your culture if not capitalism and imperialism at all cost? What do you have left that isn’t bound up in those two things? You have mayonnaise is what you have. Your culture is uniquely and exclusively hostile to socialism.” The fact that a snake can say all that while eating its tail gives you an idea how tricky the damn thing would be to kill. So my culture is defective and I want to change it into something that isn’t complete shit. For some reason, I believe that magic and witchcraft have a place in this, but I don’t know what place that is, and I fear a lot of fellow practitioners try to dodge the responsibility or the guilt of our defective culture through our practices. I think that’s the wrong way. 

My swamps are stolen. My swamps are poisoned. I have them because they were stolen, not by me, but for me. And I did help poison them. I have no power to clean them or return them, but I have a really tiny chance at getting that power, and I want to be able to use it right. Not to get the stains off. Those really are mine, and mine forever, but because I like to try to do right, even if my tradition spends most of its time with an embodiment of evil.

So yeah, I have given you 100% of your daily cringe, but I’ve got to think about these things, and writing them down helps. I am probably way off. Probably missing some things. Probably a disingenuous cosplayer, but what can one do?

[fashiontrendin-blog]

12 Street Style Gods (And What You Can Learn From Them)

https://fashion-trendin.com/12-street-style-gods-and-what-you-can-learn-from-them/

12 Street Style Gods (And What You Can Learn From Them)

Street style has come a long way from a small group of bloggers surreptitiously snapping on the sidelines of fashion. What started as a few candid snaps is today a million-dollar business that sees style-hungry men worldwide dissecting what fashion show attendees are wearing as much as what the models on the runway are.

And for the most part that’s good. What’s not to like about seeing menswear’s insiders flexing their style, setting trends and at the same time giving the rest of us a blueprint for how to broach them ourselves?

Well, nothing really, apart from the fact that a lot of what’s shot isn’t worth its space on a memory card. Forget the try-hards, it’s time to honour the men sidestepping outlandish (and frankly bad) style for the sake of it. The anti-peacocks. The men confident enough in their own skin to not bother about getting dressed with the sole purpose of getting snapped.

Which, of course, makes their outfits all the more lens-worthy.

Alessandro Squarzi

Prior to becoming one of photographer Scott Schuman’s subjects on OG street style blog The Sartorialist, fashion entrepreneur Alessandro Squarzi was little-known outside of his native Italy. Thankfully, that chance passing between the two has spawned a steady and impressive documentation of Squarzi’s wardrobe ever since.

Flitting between elegant comfort and Pitti peacockery without so much as breaking a sweat, this man about Milan doesn’t shy away from trending pieces but always wears them in an effortless way. And if you ever needed a visual representation of why every man needs a strong outerwear game, Squarzi provides it.

David Gandy

No street style list worth its salt would be complete without arguably the world’s most-watched male supermodel. David Gandy may have gotten his start on breakfast TV, but he’s since gone on to front campaigns for the likes of Dolce & Gabbana, Banana Republic and Marks & Spencer.

Fittingly for one of London Fashion Week Men’s most prominent ambassadors, Gandy’s wardrobe regularly leans heavily on British tailoring. But it’s not the just timeless stuff – the checked three-pieces and elegant jacket-T-shirt-trouser get-ups – that Billericay’s finest has down pat. He’s also a master of casual tonal looks, too. Another reason to secretly hate him.

Eric Rutherford

Even if you’re not familiar with Eric Rutherford by name, you’ll almost certainly have come across shots of his perfectly coiffed silver hair and ultra-sharp wardrobe, which effectively amount to a definitive handbook on how clothes should fit.

One of those maddeningly versatile types who can pull off just about anything, no two of the American model’s outfits are ever the same, whether it involves cutting a rug in a roll neck or making chinos look peak Riviera. Rutherford is walking proof that men in their middle age can run rings round the young guns in the style stakes.

Frank Gallucci

Still don’t get the concept of sprezzatura? Ask Frank Gallucci. The native Calabrian has been instrumental in putting Pitti Uomo on the street style map, with his signature mash-up of Italian tailoring and smart-casual shirt-trouser combos fasting becoming one of the main attractions of the bi-annual menswear event.

As a former model, Gallucci’s lucky draw in the genes department certainly help make his moves in the wardrobe department stick, but it’s the way he makes statement pieces look so easy that earns him a place in our hall of fame.

Joe Ottaway

Flanking David Gandy is no mean feat, but London Fashion Week Men’s fixture Joe Ottaway takes it all in his immaculately suited stride.

As a personal stylist, Ottaway has been the brains behind David Gandy’s killer wardrobe, as well as countless other A-list musicians, actors and sportsmen, but his own sartorial line-up is equally impressive. A sharp mix of bespoke Savile Row suiting and old-school Hollywood, his style epitomises the modern gentleman, without skewing too dandy. Not bad for an Essex boy.

Johannes Huebl

Johannes Huebl is one half of the world’s most genetically blessed couples, so he could pretty much wear the most uninspiring outfit imaginable and still scrub up well. Huebl’s not one for resting on his genetic laurels, though, and makes sure he’s always out repping Club Menswear better than pretty much anyone we can think of.

What you won’t get here is daring or cutting-edge. What you will get is blueprint after blueprint for outfits that will look just as good IRL as they do sauntering past a battalion of street style photographers. Plus the occasional shot featuring Olivia Palermo. So it’s a win-win.

Bruce Pask

For a man that grew up in the Arizona desert, Bruce Pask knows layering. Currently men’s fashion director at legendary New York store Bergdorf Goodman, Pask honed his eye with stints at several major publications and as a stylist. But it’s his uncanny ability to wear two jackets at once that has seen him skyrocket through the street style ranks.

Pask is perhaps best-known for almost single-handedly popularising the outerwear layering trend. Whether it’s a denim jacket and a wool overcoat, a gilet and a topcoat, or a blazer and a parka, this stalwart of the street nails his silhouette every single time.

Justin O’Shea

It’s not every men’s style hero that got his start in mining. But Justin O’Shea, the former creative director of Italian menswear label Brioni and founder of self-funded menswear label SSS World Corp isn’t your average man in fashion. He’s got tattoos, works out and rocks a ducktail beard that once sent the internet into hysterics when he decided to shave it off. (Don’t worry, it’s back.)

The Germany-based Aussie’s strength lies in his ability to splice rock-inspired and refined styles: shades and fully-inked sleeves worn with a three-piece suit; or a white vest and smart black high-waisted trousers. The kind of looks that – when surrounded by overly preened, predictable ensembles – sets street alight with punky spark.

Milan Vukmirovic

The only thing more impressive than Milan Vukmirovic’s CV – he co-founded Parisian concept store Colette, worked alongside Tom Ford as design director at Gucci and is the editor-in-chief of international style magazine L’Officiel Hommes – is his own personal brand of menswear magic.

The key? An unwillingness to be pigeonholed. Vukmirovic’s mastery of diverse genres is unrivalled. Statement outerwear? He’s done that. Neutral toned tailoring with razor-sharp cuts? Easy. Rugged and updated workwear classics? A dab hand, too.

Nick Wooster

AKA ‘The Woost’, ‘The Woostgod’, one of the best-dressed men of all time. At 56 years of age, the fashion exec-turned-menswear designer pushes the boundaries of style further than guys half his age – a fact his 730k Instagram followers and work with Thom Browne, Ralph Lauren and Calvin Klein are a testament to.

You could say it was Wooster that made #menswear as we know it. Before him – his shorts suits, liberal patterns and iconic handlebar moustache – we had little in the way of inspirational show regulars. Or, at least, none who courted Scott Schuman’s and Tommy Ton’s cameras so well. Watch. Learn. Then buy up every collaboration he comes out with.

Oliver Cheshire

Sure, models get paid to look good, but far from being just another mannequin with a pulse, Oliver Cheshire is just as much menswear substance as he is style.

When he’s not inside on the runway, Cheshire manages to steal the limelight outside the shows with his impeccably put-together looks, which run the gamut from dressed-down tailoring to streetwear made smart. If ever there’s an up-and-coming trend that we’re ambivalent about, all it usually takes is Cheshire wearing it to tip us over to fanboy territory.

Richard Biedul

Eclectic is a word that gets bandied around way too often when it comes to men’s style, but for model and champion of British-made menswear Richard Biedul, it’s a bang-on-the-money description.

Recognisable not only thanks to his rakish looks and equally well-dressed miniature dachshund Vinnie, Biedul’s style genre-hops from 1970s-style tailoring and colourful corduroy to layer after layer of swoonsome heritage fabric. Despite being a regular fixture on the circuit, we’re rarely not pleasantly surprised by what Biedul’s thrown on his back.