idk if ya'll remember the naruto ghost hunters AU i started drawing stuff for last year (search the p.h.a.s.e. tag on my blog to see them) but it's been living in my head rent-free ever since and if i don't offload some notes and hc's my head's gonna pop asjdkghajks
their business is called P.H.A.S.E. Group- Paranormal Happenings and Spiritual Experiences Group. their logo is a ghost, and their colors are black and glow-in-the-dark green.
chouji is the owner and operator of the bus they tour with and live on, but he takes turns driving with shikamaru and sakura.
naruto is not allowed anywhere near the driver's seat of any vehicle, let alone the bus.
the bus has a name: 悠翔 / yuuto. the kanji they used mean "permanence" and "soar/fly"- it's basically a wish for the bus to have the reliability and constancy of a home, and the ability to get them quickly and safely where they need to go.
chouji let naruto graffiti the kanji on the side of the bus in green. the team often refers to the bus by name in conversation and it confuses others greatly asdkghkajsd
ino has a tattoo of the lisa frank unicorn on her thigh. those coloring books were how she made her first real connection to femininity as a young trans girl, and while she isn't into that style anymore, it's still important to her as a symbol of her beginnings. she didn't feel like she'd truly transitioned until she got it tbh.
shikamaru has the longest, lushest eyelashes ever. ino is constantly trying to put mascara on him just to see what happens but he won't let her.
sasuke and sakura often use the aisle between all the bunks as an impromptu workout space. they have both been stepped on before but that does not stop them.
ino prefers to wait until they stop somewhere and just use her planet fitness black card to work out. sakura has one, too, so they usually go together. sometimes sasuke and/or naruto come along as guests.
shikamaru has IBS but still insists on living off microwave burritos and pizza rolls. will eat healthier food if someone else makes it but will pretty much never go out of his way to eat anything that requires more prep than taking off the wrapper even if it hurts him.
ino actually spends a lot of time trying to get everyone to eat well. sakura may be a former nurse, but she's also a coffee for breakfast type of person. shikamaru at least drinks water, but he pairs it with a fat blunt and, like, a slice of bread if he eats anything at all. naruto will happily eat spicy ramen for breakfast and complain about his stomach hurting later. sasuke doesn't have anything at all and is probably dehydrated. she's going to kill everyone but chouji, who is an angel and can do no wrong in her eyes.
their wifi network is named "sasukes-belly-piercing" and the password is C0v3rItUpS1ut!. he hates it but it is funny so he doesn't fight it too hard. he's outvoted anyway.
naruto loves sitting places he's not supposed to. limited counter space? sitting on it. table? sitting on it. top edge of the couch? sitting on it. if there was any space above their fridge or cabinets he'd 100% climb up there to hang out.
sasuke, ino, and naruto do each other's nails every two weeks. sasuke always wears black, ino is usually black or purple, and naruto likes the fun colors like orange, blue, or green.
sakura can't sleep without a blanket. it could be 200 degrees outside and she'd still have to wrap herself up to go to bed.
sasuke is the absolute fucking worst about taking his meds. always wondering why he feels like shit, meanwhile he hasn't taken his wellbutrin in three days and refuses to take his sumatriptan even when he's actively having a migraine and has taken his zoloft at completely different times the last week.. his adherence isn't just bad, it's basically non-existent. sakura regularly debates smothering him in his sleep, but then again he'd have to actually sleep for her to do that so
chouji gives incredible massages. sakura and ino ask for them frequently, and will often also have a vent sesh. chouji's cool with it, he knows it's hard to manage everyone. he always listens and reassures them they're doing a great job.
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Part of a larger fic, but can stand on its own and I wanted to share it:
Luisa & Alma
The burning in her chest and the warmth in her cheeks made Luisa feel like she was melting, in the best way possible.
Like an ice cube on a hot sunny day.
It was a Friday afternoon and the sky was clear and the birds were singing and she was sitting by a lake with her Abuela, both of them dangling their feet in the water.
They were both high as hell.
It was… an experience for sure for the girl.
Luisa had never even smoked before a few months ago and now she was sitting here with her actual Abuela sharing a joint.
If she thought too long about why she was getting high with her grandmother, Luisa’s chest would start to ache and she would burst into tears again the way she had when they’d first asked her to do this.
Abuela was getting older. It was a fact they all knew.
She was also getting weaker.
Sicker.
And things that used to come easy to her now brought her pain.
They could see it in every step she took, how she was slowing down.
So she coped how she could, and when Mamá’s food stopped helping her, Abuela turned to more natural substances, provided by Isabela.
She was relying on it more now.
But their grandmother also didn’t like to be the only person with her senses impaired, so she often asked the other adult Madrigals to join her.
When none of her children or suegros were available, she had turned to Isabela and Dolores.
Who had then wrapped in Luisa once it became clear she actually enjoyed the partaking of smoke sessions, and wasn’t just attempting and finding it not for herself, or doing so because she felt like she should.
So now here Luisa was.
High with her Abuela.
Abuela offered her the last of the joint and she took it.
As she blew out smoke, her grandmother started speaking.
“My Luisita. I see so much of your mother in you.” When Luisa turned, Abuela was surveying her with affection. She reached out with a shaking hand and patted Luisa on the cheek.
“So strong. So smart and insightful.” Abuela casts her face down, filled with shame.
“So willing to give up yourself for others.” Abuela looks back up at Luisa. “I’m sorry I didn’t see you for so long.”
It’s the first time Luisa has actually gotten a personal apology from her Abuela since everything has happened.
Abuela of course loosened the reigns and things are better now and Luisa has gotten some apologies, but they've been generic or to the family as a whole.
She appreciates this even if it makes her chest ache because well, she thinks Abuela might be trying to cover her bases as she gets weaker and Luisa hates it, because she’s longed for this apology, this remorse, but she also hates how its coming. Hates what she’s now fearing as each day passes.
She's not sure what they'll do when the day comes.
She prays it's not soon.
The apology is a lot.
Tears are immediately in Luisa’s eyes.
Abuela uses her thumb to stroke Luisa’s cheek and wipe away the first tears that fall.
“Abuela I—“
Abuela just shakes her head.
“No, no need to say anything. Unless you want to yell at me maybe.” She shakes her head again. “I don’t deserve forgiveness easily. I almost ruined us.” That last parts slips out as a whisper, but Luisa hears it.
She scoops her grandmother into her arms, which causes Abuela to let out a stunned cry before she relaxes into the embrace.
“Te quiero Abuela.” Luisa lets out through her tears.
She doesn’t forgive her grandmother for what she’s done in the past, but Luisa is more than willing to move forward. She doesn’t want to hold on to bitterness.
Luisa can feel Abuela stroking her back as she starts to hum.
It sparks a memory of when she was five years old and had just gotten her gift.
She’d dropped a brick on her own foot and was inconsolable over it, even though the physical pain was gone in an instant thanks to her madre.
Abuela had taken her into her room and they’d sat in her fancy rocking chair and she’d held Luisa tight to her chest and sang until her tears slowed.
Right now it makes more tears come to her eyes, even as Luisa holds her grandmother tighter.
She wants to cherish this.
Who knows how much longer she can?
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hi, this is a legit like, ableism complaint about artfight.
went to go check the filtered content rules for artfight. found out prescription drugs for mental / physical illnesses need to be censored, grouping them in with highly addictive and illegal drugs. along with that, the photo reference showing what can and cannot be censored has someone in front of a bunch of prescription drugs such as (presumably) antidepressants and birth control, holding a large sign that says "DONT DO DRUGS."
this feels...blatantly ableist. it feels like they're saying that people who take medicine for their illnesses are bad, that they're hurting themselves. some people rely on their medicine to get them through their lives. at the very least, change the warning for that art and address that maybe the example was in poor taste.
you can find the chart here under the "drugs" content warning: https://artfight.net/info/otherfilters
that's it. that's my rant. i feel like it's kinda serious and idk if anyone else has noticed this yet. :(
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