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I DIDNT FINISH MY KH ANIMATIC IN TIME FOR THE ANNIVERSARY but I’m so c l o s e I can taste it’s almost done
#tamber talks#kingdom hearts#kh#I legit only have one more scene to finish and then the intro and end card#Maybe I’ll clean up more of the rough parts but at least it’s readable lmao
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Tara: babe something happened to my sister!
Amber: That’s a damn shame
LMAOOO😭😭 yk for a fact tara is so down bad she'd end up saying something like this
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Got any Tamber headcanons? :3
you know i do!
they met when tara was seven and amber was six, right before tara was held back a year again. they were waiting for their parents together on the sidewalk, sitting side by side, not really talking but fidgeting and smiling at each other from time to time. tara saw amber pull a psp out and start playing a game she was interested in, and amber, noticing it, asked if she wanted to play, as well. time didn't seem to pass after that; they waited for hours before sam finally got out of class and amber's parents finally remembered they had a daughter to pick up, and parted with waves and smiles, not even knowing each other's names.
they become best friends, though, after tara's parents divorce and she's held back another year. the kids bully her because tara's older but she's smaller and why is she studying with them? is she stupid? and amber beats the hell out of a kid that says that loud enough for tara to hear. after that, they're stuck to each other like glue.
tara dictated everything she did based on amber's wants and needs. not necessarily because amber required her to, no, but because she felt she needed to in order to keep her close. amber loved it, though.
their first sleepover is after sam doesn't come to pick tara up for the sixth consecutive time after class. amber always waited for sam to show up before she walked home, not wanting to leave her friend alone; after three hours watching the street, she stood up, stretching her hand out for tara to hold. come on, she said, you're sleeping at mine's today.
(it becomes a daily thing. they never ask their parents about it — no one cares, in reality. they're all too far gone into work and alcohol to care.)
amber was always kind of bossy, even before she lost her mind. she always took the lead in their friend group, and despised if anyone tried to prove her wrong. tara's admiration for her stemmed from that at first – that, and the fact amber protected her, amber stayed with her.
so, she didn't care if amber was a little aggressive sometimes. she didn't care if there were things her best friend wouldn't let her do. she thought that was what love was about.
when sam left? tara called her in tears, locked inside her room, scared out of her mind because her mother wouldn't stop yelling at her like it was her fault and she had broken the kitchen's glass table in rage. amber talks her through her panic attack on the phone, and promises her she'll let her stay for the rest of the week, if tara wants to.
(she was so glad sam left, so glad her biggest competition was gone. she could never tell tara, though.)
amber hates wes. we all know that. it all started when they were fourteen and wes called her out for not letting tara befriend a new kid from their class, simply because she was jealous. he said it didn't make sense and that tara wasn't her property. she all but needed to prove him wrong.
because tara was hers. only hers.
their first kiss happens when they're fifteen, sleeping over at amber's, a slasher playing on the background. i could elaborate but i'll leave that for a separate post, maybe :3
tara gave amber the necklace after said first kiss. she knew it was a gift her father apparently wanted to be given to her when she was fifteen, something he bought years before the divorce and told christina to wait for her sweet quinces. tara couldn't bear the idea of keeping it, instead wanting to give it a new meaning. something that could symbolize maybe, just maybe, amber was hers as much as she was (undoubtedly) amber's.
they never really dated. it was complicated. they were so much for each other but never verbalized nor made it official – for everyone, it was only "tara's amber" and "amber's tara", if that makes sense.
okay so. amber dies. it's complicated. we don't know how much she actually felt. this thought plagues tara forever.
when she goes to bed, she sees amber's eyes. hears her voice. feels her touch. it's all too much, it has always been too much, but now tara simply doesn't know how to handle it.
she doesn't sleep. she doesn't eat. she fears the possibility of seeing her in the shadows, and once she does see her, it's like a ghost keeping her soul trapped to amber's.
the voice talks to her. it tells her things she always wanted to hear, and things she never wanted to think about. how much she meant to amber. (you were supposed to be my perfect opening kill, baby.) how much amber wanted to be with her. (if only you had let me finish this. we could be together. forever.)
tara hates that she loves loved amber. hates the idea of ever having missed her. she misses her.
#ask#autism swagger#scream#tamber#tara carpenter#amber freeman#ma talks scream#:3 it turned into angst im sowwy
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hi jinx ❤️ you said you will NOT tag that article as about your shakespearian projects, but... how about being.... not so normal about here? like what did that article about the bubonic plague impacting shakespeare's works make you think about? what thoughts about your own projects did it lead you to?? 👀👀👀
hello tamber ❤️ hehehe the floodgates have been opened! warning for a long, Not Normal ramble ahead :D
So straight away the headline made me go "!!!" because Elsinore: After Hamlet started off as a final project for a class on the intersection of medicine and literature. This was spring 2021, dear old pandemmy was having a grand time wrecking everything, and in my everlasting wisdom and sleep deprivation, I decided to write an interactive personal essay that linked my personal fears and anger to literature (very original, yes). It went through a few transformations, but what's up on itch currently really does capture my mental state at that point in time.
It was interesting to think about in context of the article because she talks about how studying the plays today act as a kind of window into Shakespeare's time, and connect the text to us today - and that's the kind of mindset I went into the project with. But what really got me thinking is that if you play Elsinore now, you don't necessarily see into Shakespeare's time. You see directly into April/May 2021, and specifically into my brain at the time. You will see the specific things that kept me up at night - even when I go back and play it now, I find myself surprised at how much I feel separated from the narration, even though those were my thoughts and feelings and struggles just a year ago.
To actually answer your question lol, the article really got me thinking about how my game is a time capsule wrapped in another time capsule - when you play it, you look at Shakespeare's world through my eyes at a very specific point in time. It's like looking through a kaleidoscope, a little bit!
And as for Romeo and Juliet...traditionally, this is the play that academia recognizes the most as Shakespeare's "plague play", because it has that context in the setting! And the things in the article - class divides and how that changes who was affected and how by the pandemic, finger-pointing blame at convenient scapegoats - those are very core to both Elsinore and In the Beautiful Country, my cyberpunk post-R and J WIP. So that was validating to hear in a way, that it isn't just me sitting on the couch on my laptop and spiraling. Especially now that so much of society is treating the pandemic as a "done" thing when it just isn't, sometimes I feel a little in my head writing about how it's still affecting daily life.
Thinking about Romeo and Juliet as a plague play also just makes me love the text and working with it in a (to quote Ao3) transformative way even more: it's a love story, it's a tragedy, it's about sickness and poison and how things from the world get in your blood and in your brain, for better and for worse. Love is sickness and it's a cure, and sometimes it isn't enough to be both.
#thank you SO SO SO much for this ask tamber i am CRADLING it very close to my chest forever#<33333333#i am so sorry that i am incapable of being concise hahaha#seriously i am so overjoyed to talk about this and i hope it wasn't boring to read#also if you read this entire thing i luv u 5ever and am giving you a cookie#dev diary#jinx.txt
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story about your fantasy gods?!?!?!?!?!
(also i'd love to see your art projects if you want to share 🥺)
Yes! I think I spoke of it once before in an ask. It's a story I have where the MC is an attendant to the goddess of earth and kindness. Their task is to assist her in her official acceptance of another title. But it ends up being a lot more than that :) *but sinister*
As for my arrrtttt, I've been working recently in learning Blender and Unreal. So
This is a WIP 3D render I made in Blender recently :) the Night Sky oneIt's not done, I still have work to do on the lighting with the grass, and I have more I want to add in but for now I think it's good enough to share.
#asks#des talks#Tamber <3#thank you for asking beloved#always love seeing you in my notifs#my asks#my timeline#all that <3
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∞∞∞ for a/e please 👀❤️❤️❤️❤️
Anything for you Tamber ❤️
I'm in the Mood for Love by Julie London
Why stop to think of whether
This little dream might fade
We put our hearts together
Now we are one
I'm not afraid
#love how well this one worked#jazz in general is very fitting for a/e#(and lucí but we aren't talking about her here)#thanks tamber ❤️#hope you're having a lovely day#music#asks#lifesupreme-if
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i love how tiktok is literally designed to cater to my interests and yet i’m always flabbergasted when it shows me something related to my interests
#all this to say it usually FAILS. and shows me stuff i don’t want#i’ll see someone talk abt their favourite ships and tamber will be there and i’m like 🤨🤨🤨 wtf. that’s my thing. how do you know abt them.#like idiot you favourited the tag two seconds ago
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good morning sweet friend!
12: Do you prefer tea, coffee, or cocoa?
19: Do you believe in ghosts/spirits?
32: How many pets have you owned in your lifetime?
52: Favorite movie?
63: Favorite kind of person:
90: If you were an animal, which one would you be?
Good morning, Tamber ^^ thank you so much for the ask, youre the best 💜(I also apologize for long winded answers, I'm not good at being concise. Many thoughts to say lol)
12. Hmm that's tough. I have to go Tea just cause I'm a suckered for Matcha Green Tea. (That and coffee doesn't quite get along with my stomach anymore) cocoa is a close 2nd though
19. Partially, my opinion is a bit back and forth. I like the concept of ghosts and I've experienced some unexplained stuff myself. But I'm also not sure I believe in like an after life. So I'm a bit back and forth lmao so for simplicity I'll just say Yes lol
32. I have had 6 or 7 pets. (It's 7 if I wanna count my sister's dwarf hamster). We had Thunder (dog), Lightning (cat), Trouble (Cat that we took from a family member), Zelda (dog), Nermal (cat), Winchester (cat), and currently we have T'Challa (cat)
52. Now this is a really difficult question, I have this weird thing where I don't really have the ability to rank a favorite thing. My brain kinda just stops at like or dislike for the most part lmao buuut I will name the two movies that came to mind after 5 minutes of being blank. And that is Shelock Holmes (with Robert Downey Jr.), and The Pokémon Movie.
63. Funnily enough I like extroverts that are bubbly, kind of talkative, caring and kind. I'm extremely introverted and find it hard to talk, or make good conversation. They are my favorite cause I'm also kinda gloomy (yay poor mental health) so having their warm nature and positivity can help me sometimes, and thus they are my favorite. So having someone to carry me, really draws me in, even if I get exhausted of socializing quickly, so sort of my opposite. I'd argue a fair amount of my exs hit this description lol (also the more I think I also really like Dylan from your IF, I'm so bad at choosing favorites 😂)
90. If I had to chose. I'd choose one of my favorite animals so either a Fox or an Otter. (The shortest answer here lol)
#personal#me#lifesupreme-if#if you like interactive fiction and cyberpunk go check out tambers tumblr#thank you souch for the asks#im terrible at talking but I do enjoy answering questions#my social skills are complex and confusing#love being open with people but am terrible at opening up with people in my real life
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For Samantha Carpenter x fem reader. (If you're doing requests, I'm not 100% sure if you are or not,please.)
Reader is Amber Freeman's half older sister (Sam Carpenter's age). Amber knows that Stu Macher is her sister's father, which she is jealous of. So after attacking Tara and luring Sam back to Woodsboro, Amber attacks Reader at Ambers and rs house. (Sam and Reader dated before Sam left, and once they've all moved to NYC, they get back together. R is also a little reliant on alcohol and weed after everything that happened.)
Holding On To You
Words: 3.3k (I think)
Relationships: Samantha Carpenter x Fem!Reader, Sibling!Amber Freeman x Fem!Reader, Implied/Referenced Tara Carpenter x Amber Freeman, Chad Meeks-Martin x Tara Carpenter, Mindy Meeks-Martin x Anika Kayoko
I wrote this this fic in bits, so the timeline is kinda jumbled. I only arranged which part should go where when I finished writing and decided to imply Tamber last minute because why not? Also, Amber's dad raised r as his own, which is why r refers to them as her parents.
The ' * * *' means a long period of time has passed.
Warnings: (18+) this is definitely not my best work, poorly written fight scene, angst, violence, cussing, grief, suggestive themes, reader has problems with alcohol. lmk if I missed any! (I don't remember if the core four were drinking alcohol in Sam and Tara's apartment, so I put something else here)
A/N: I didn't intend for half the fic to focus on reader's dynamic with Amber, but I felt like it's important to show how torn she is by how she feels with what happened. Sorry if I made it too angsty and not what you (anon) asked for 😭
not my gif. || masterlist || previous work
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Your phone buzzed at the same time you were about to go up the stairway leading to your room. Determining that whoever is texting you is more important than sleep, you unlock the cellular device to read the message.
(1:49 a.m.)
Amber: Tara was attacked.
Three words. Fifteen letters.
Your body turns stiff as if there was a supernatural force compelling you to stay still. Tara was attacked. The first thought that went to your mind was ‘is she okay?’ but for some reason you can’t explain, your fingers typed in different words.
(1:50 a.m.)
You: Does Sam know?
Is Tara in the hospital?
How is she?
(1:51 a.m.)
Amber: Such dumb questions. What you should be asking yourself is ‘who’s next?’
Your brows furrow and you frown. She shouldn’t be saying that, you thought. Amber was peculiar but if there was one thing you were sure she’s best at, it was being there for Tara - protecting her. The person on the other side of the screen that you’re talking to feels different from the Amber you know. Something is off.
(1:55 a.m.)
You: Don’t say shit like that, Amber. Tara got hurt. This is serious.
(1:55 a.m.)
Amber: Oh, this isn’t Amber.
(1:56 a.m.)
You: Then who are you?
(1:56 a.m.)
Amber: You’ll find out soon enough.
The chances of being given ample interval to question the sender of the text who is definitely not Amber reduces to zero the second a masked figure creeps behind you and slashes your arm. “What the fuck?!” Blood trickles down your skin, the wound deep enough to nearly make you see your bones. You have to look away from your own body or else you might collapse from the mere sight of it.
You’re panting, looking into the mask of your attacker. He tilts his head at you tauntingly. “And here I thought that the daughter of Stu Macher would put up more of a fight.”
You don’t react, but you run for the kitchen, grabbing the first breakable object you can find: the floral vase.
When Ghostface attempts to lunge forward, you aim the vase at his head, but he dodges swiftly, leaving the vase to smash against the newly-painted wall. You grimace. Your parents were gonna kill you the moment they decide to hop on their plane and get home. “They’re going to be so mad at me.” You complain while grabbing a kitchen knife.
This will do.
“What are you planning to do with that knife?” Ghostface wonders mockingly.
You make a face at him, “No more talking.”
And just like that, you got into a knife fight. You manage to stab Ghostface in the abdomen. He rolls over, his hand going over his stomach to assess the damage. Smiling triumphantly, you let your guard down, which proved to be an error of yours as Ghostface recovers enough to dig his knife near your chest. You drop your weapon, feeling your eyes flutter shut. Your attacker slowly removes his mask, shocking you, yet it was like the time you fade out of consciousness was also planned since you pass out way before you can see what he looks like.
* * *
“We’re waiting for you downstairs.”
You stop what you were doing to look up at Tara. She sends you a sympathetic look and you shoot her one back. “I’ll finish up in 5 minutes.” You say, motioning to the clothes that are yet to be packed into your suitcase.
“Okay.” Tara’s attention is drawn to the picture frame on the nightstand. It was of you and Amber when you were children. She was wearing a pirate costume while you wore a witch’s. “Are you bringing that with you?”
“Yes.” You reply, taking the frame in your hands, fingers ghosting over the photograph. “It was one of our happiest memories together. She was such a sweet kid. I’d like to remember her that way instead of…” You trail off, taking a sharp intake of breath. A month has passed since your sister attacked you and murdered people. You’d never know why she did it nor do you want to. Some things are better left unsaid. Tara, however, felt the opposite. She knew Amber differently and you can understand how she feels, to an extent. “You can keep it if you want. I have other photos in this room stored somewhere.”
Even though Tara shakes her head ‘no’, she is appreciative. “No, it’s fine. I have pictures of my own too.”
The two of you bask in the silence. No other words needed to be shared. Tara leaves you alone after that, but the space she formerly occupied isn’t left empty for long when Sam appears by the doorway.
You grin when you see her, “Hi.” It’s the first time in days that you managed to smile authentically. Going through the worst thing imaginable can dim someone’s light and you were in no position to pretend that everything was okay when circumstances proved the opposite. Although it pained you to think about that night, seeing Sam made you feel that you weren’t alone.
“Hey.” She replies. “Ready to go?”
“Most definitely.” You answer with the truth as you zip up your last bag, ready to leave this place behind and start anew.
Sam holds out her hand, “Come on.”
You don’t take one last look back. You’d be lying if you said you would miss this house. Everything direful that happened in Woodsboro began here, so it is fitting that this is also where it should end.
Or at least, that’s what you thought.
* * *
The bottle in your hand weighs lighter than your grief. That’s what you keep telling yourself during these types of moments. It’s a remedy. Ephemeral, maybe, but it helps you forget. That’s the one thing you could ask for.
You nurse your wounds at a bar stool. The time is a bit early for a Saturday for you to be drinking, just how you like it. You take a sip, then another, and another, making you finish your drink earlier than you’d like. “Fucking hell.” A new bottle slides over in front of you before you can ask the bartender for one more drink. Turning your attention to your side, you note a woman staring right at you, a sly smirk on her lips.
Once you give her a nod as a ‘thank you’ for the booze, you go back to the bottle, indicating you want to be left alone. Unfortunately for you, the woman does not take the hint. She moves to the stool next to yours, hoping to shoot her shot.
“Hey.” She says, her bright blue eyes shining in the dim light of the bar. Although you cannot deny that she’s attractive, you’d rather be gazing into a different pair of eyes, preferably brown ones on the face of the only girl you’ve ever loved. “I’m Jolene.”
“Hi, Jolene.” Putting down the bottle, you purse your lips, hoping that this exchange would end soon. You tense when Jolene places a hand on your right shoulder.
Jolene chuckles, unbothered by the signs that you were uneasy, “You’re a little tense.” She pauses, gauging your reaction, “I can help you relax.”
“Look, I appreciate the offer, but, uh. . . I’m kind of waiting for someone, so if you don’t mind. . .” You pull your arm away, pretending to look at the entrance to the bar as if you were meeting one of your friends. Truthfully, it should be a lost cause since you haven’t told anybody that you would be here, including Sam.
“Well, let me keep you company while they arrive.”
You internally groan. “Respectfully, Jolene, and I mean this in the nicest way possible since you seem like a good person, leave me alone.”
“Are you sure?”
“A hundred percent.”
Jolene smiles understandingly, about to get up and turn away, but then her mouth drops open as if she’s seen a movie star, “Wait, you’re one of the survivors of the murders at that one house in Woodsboro! Your sister tried to kill you and your biological father was a killer too, right?! Stu Macher, that’s what his name was.”
Of course. That’s why she approached you. She only pretended not to know who you were until you tried to convince her to piss off. Great. “Bye now.” You throw a fifty dollar bill on the counter, hastily running out of the place as if you were brought back to those nights spent in that house trying so desperately to get away. The feeling of tightness takes place in your chest. You see a stranger pass by with hair that looks exactly like Amber’s and you turn lugubrious. No matter what she did, she was still your sister. You want to hate her for everything she did to you, to Tara, to everyone you thought she cared for. However, missing her triumphs all the other emotions you have. Though that may not be an excuse for her wrongdoings, it makes you mourn what has and what would have been.
You wanted her to go to college. You wanted to be the one on the front row cheering her on as she accepts her diploma. You wanted to be the person she turns to for relationship advice. You would have wanted her there when both you and Sam began getting harassed online just because your fathers were serial killers. Amber would have fought anyone who attempted to cross a line. Sometimes it felt like she was your big sister even though you are technically older.
And then it hits you.
You’d always be stuck in that goddamn stupid, cursed house, persistently wishing that things had been different. That you hadn’t moved there, that your sister never met Richie, that you have the same biological father as Amber. Standing in the middle of the sidewalk, you realized that maybe you never left the place at all. You are in New York (You’re not deluded. You know that much.), but a piece of your heart would eternally be in Stu Macher’s house with Amber at the doorway while the other half is chasing after a love that might never be.
* * *
Sam drops by in your shared room to ask what you want for dinner. On Saturdays when neither of you are working, you and Sam order food and watch a movie that is preferably a romcom or fantasy. The unspoken rule being: watching horror is out of the equation.
She notices your swollen eyes and discards her phone on the table to comfort you. Sam climbs into your bed, arms circling around your waist in order to ground you. “I’m here. It’s okay.”
You don’t speak, fearing that your voice might crack and that it might show that you are as weak as you think you are.
But of course, Sam notices. “I know you don’t want to talk right now, so I’ll just hold onto you. If or when you want to talk, you can squeeze my hand. Is that okay?”
You shake your head in affirmation, locking your fingers with Sam’s, granting yourself the permission to crumble in her arms.
Once your heartbeat slows to a calm rhythm and the heartache subsides to a low wave that stays at your feet, you squeeze her hand three times.
“I’m listening.” Sam says, sensing your hesitance. Understanding where your diffidence comes from (she sees it in herself too), she adds, “I won’t judge you. I’m here to listen and if you want advice, I’ll try to give one. If you don’t want me to say anything, that’s fine too. Whatever works best for you.”
She is giving you the space to feel. Not a lot of people can say that and still stay after you’ve poured your heart out. Sam is different from most people because she cares. You are each other’s anchor. That’s why it doesn't take much convincing for you speak of your feelings bit by bit without worrying about falling into a rabbit hole. Knowing that Sam is there with you, listening, holding your hand, is more than enough motivation to keep going.
“. . . Sam, is it wrong? To miss Amber? The whole world tells me what she is. A murderer. But I- I saw it in her eyes that night at the party. Hesitation. Remorse. She told me that she was jealous that I got to be the one whose father was a serial killer but when she pointed the gun at my head, I saw something else flicker in her eyes. I don’t know. It’s probably just my brain making things up to make me feel better. Maybe I should just accept that my sister was a killer and move on. I shouldn’t even be feeling like this when I know she murdered people in cold blood — people I used to know. Am I crazy?” Once you started talking, you couldn’t stop. It was like you’ve been bottling this up to release it at the right moment. The memories of that night resurfaced in the forefront of your mind, acknowledging them for the first time. By now, you were laying on your back while Sam had an arm wrapped around your shoulder and the other still on your waist. For less than a minute, you were scared that she would push you away in a literal sense.
She didn’t.
“It’s not wrong, Y/n. She was your sister, of course you have the right to miss her. Now, I still don’t understand her motive and I won’t try to because she hurt Tara and you. But you knew her better than me or the people calling her names. You knew the kid that she was. You know what’s real. You are allowed to have your own opinion of Amber even if it isn’t what others want you to think. You’re not crazy for feeling these things. I’d be scared if you didn’t feel anything at all. It’s normal. You’re human. Don’t be too hard on yourself because of something you can’t control.” Sam says, soft but stern.
You take this opportunity to gaze into her eyes, seeing reverence, sympathy, and devotion all in one. She took the parts of yourself that you hated and treated them as if they were something sacred. When you have a person like that in your life - one who helps you accept your flaws instead of turning them away -, you start to see flowers bloom in the pieces you considered damaged. She loved the things about you that you execrated.
Before Sam, you gave love a definition: it is a thing that enfeebles you - yet that’s not all that there is to it. Love can be a chain, it can be suffocating, and there is no doubt that it can shatter you until the only thing you have left is a piece of a broken mirror to prove that it existed; but it can also be a tune (like the song you sung as a kid that you never paid much thought to), a soft bed, a dance, or a simple look a person gives that sends your heart fluttering no matter how many times you have been on the receiving end of it.
“Sam?” You call out, realizing that you’ve spent a while not responding.
“Yeah?”
“Thank you for listening,” You say quietly. “and for not becoming a stranger.”
She smiles gently.
Your heart flutters.
* * *
Tara lets out a deep breath. She’s laying down with a novel in her hand that became abandoned three minutes ago, her attention now focused on glaring at you and Sam from her position on the couch. “Just get back together already. I’m so tired of watching you two tiptoe around each other with your unresolved feelings!” She yells, roughly flipping a page of the book in order to prove her annoyance. Sam, who was currently on dish duty, dropped a plate upon hearing Tara’s comment. (It didn’t break, fortunately.)
“Are you talking about the book or…?” Of course, Chad would be the one to make the situation far more awkward than it needs to be. You don’t hate the kid, but he does get oblivious at times, which you normally wouldn’t mind if it doesn’t affect you. Mindy punches him in the shoulder. His mouth gapes. He looks at you, then at Sam. “Ohhhh.”
“Idiot.” Mindy mumbles.
“I agree with Tara though.” Anika comments, pointing her apple drink at Tara. (You and Sam don’t allow the kids to drink at the apartment, so the only beverages available are apple and orange juice boxes.)
“Me too, babe.” Mindy beams proudly as if Anika gave the answer to an unsolvable mathematical equation and gives her girlfriend a peck on the lips.
Chad makes gagging noises, averting his eyes away from the couple.
You see the scene unfold in front of you with a smile before you turn away to take the popcorn out of the microwave. “I think we’re driving Tara crazy with the suspense.” You joke, transferring the popcorn to a bowl and placing another bag inside the microwave. Sam shoots you a questioning glance, referring to the amount of popcorn bags that were already cooked. “I was thinking that each couple would have a bag or bowl each. Mindy and Anika, Chad and Tara. I wasn’t sure if you wanted to share with me, which is why I put another-”
Sam takes out the uncooked popcorn from the microwave, interrupting what would have been your rambling, “Of course I’d share with you. You’re my girlfriend.”
You look away, unable to keep a smile off your face. “I will never get tired of hearing that.” As you busy yourself with placing the popcorn on three separate bowls, Sam observes the group on the living room.
“I think we should tell them.”
“Huh?”
“About us. It’s time, don’t you think?”
“Yeah.” You take Sam’s hands in your own, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “I’m ready.” You look at her lovingly. “How should we do it?”
Sam sports a mischievous smirk, “I know just the right way.” She ‘accidentally’ drops another plate (which, amazingly, didn’t break as well), drawing the attention of Tara, Chad, Mindy, and Anika. She gives you the go signal and you kiss her, bringing your bodies closer.
“TARA, SOMETHING’S HAPPENING IN THE KITCHEN!”
“WHAT ARE YOU- OH MY GOD!” Tara exclaims.
“CHAD, GIVE ME THE CAMERA!” Anika flails her arms chaotically for Chad’s phone, instantly snapping pictures of you and Sam the moment the device is handed to her.
Chad grins, giving you a thumbs up.
When you pull away from Sam for air, Tara runs up to you with questions at the ready. Sam did most of the talking. You added a few things here and there, looking back at how far you’ve come. The grief never went away. It’s still lingering. Except this time, you don’t feel the panic. You focus on the memories - the good and the bad. Those things are the reason why you’re where you're at right now. Although you’d have liked some of it to turn out differently, you can’t change the past, hence why you don’t shy away from what happened as much as you used to. You hold on to the memories the way you’d want to hold on to the love of your life.
“You okay?” Sam asks, rubbing a comforting hand on your shoulder.
You realize that you’ve been crying. “Yeah, they’re happy tears. It’s just. . .” You breathe out, feeling the weight of hopelessness on your shoulders disappear.
It felt like finally coming home after a long journey.
#sam carpenter x reader#sam carpenter#samantha carpenter#scream 6#scream vi#scream#tamber#tara carpenter#amber freeman#anika kayoko#chad meeks martin#mindy meeks martin#stu macher
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i got tagged for wip wednesday by @kurtsascot Well. 2 days ago obviously. and i forgot to do it SO! here we go guys.
1- tamber
2- oc
3- oc as well
4- i don’t even wanna talk ab this one i fear
5- forbidden yuri
#sorry for forgetting genevieve LOL#also i didn’t. make a banner but Maybe next time guys#juno draws
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Oooh yiss more music tag games!!
Thank you for the tag @sleebyvessel and @reveries-of-my-mind 💖
Ten songs I’ve enjoyed recently:
I'm tagging but as always no pressure feel free to skip: @moonchild-in-blue @thejawsoffate @takemetoasgard @tonguetyd @madsthenightowl @fivewholeminutes @foundationsofdecay @the--vessel @leonsleftbicep @polteergeistt i know i know.. i never remember who to tag, i'm sorry if i tagged you before and now i forgot i still love you i'm just stupid
Also pleasepleaseplease do consider yourself tagged by me without hesitation!
I love these music based games because i frequently find cool new stuff i had never even heard of before.
Also putting it under the cut, because i'm gonna talk a bit about some of them as well not just list them
The links go to spotify
The entire list could be Sleep Token but i'm forgoing it because i listen to different stuff besides it a lot, so have some cherry picked form my recent on repeat stuff:
XII: Frälsare by Dygn
(But i can honestly recommend the album in it's entirety. It is instrumental. I'd say some sort of experimental atmospheric tech metal sort of whatever with heavier and ambient parts following one and other but it is so so so good. I only found it a month or so back i think but i'm hooked.)
Shanghai by Darko US
(Look i love ridiculously heavy and stupid stuff and Darko is exactly that. DISCLAIMER: If you ever check this out on YT the video's trigger warning on the imagery in the beginning is not a joke, take it seriously)
An Awakening of Revenants by A Black Rose Burial
(An oldie but a goodie and i'll die on that hill. A friend of mine showed me way back when we were kids and we listened the shit out of it. I'm definitely on a nostalgia train with this)
Seeing Red by Architects
(This kinda speaks for itself. I love metal core, always has always will)
Higher by Sleep Token
(I listen to this song a stupid amount there is no two ways about that.)
Herald of Darkness by Old Gods of Asgard from Alan Wake II
(I love my finnish sadboys -i know they are pushing or already over 50 what of it- in Poets of the Fall a lot no matter what they do. And if what they do is a poprock musical song in yet another great game i'm not gonna complain. And to be fair the tamber of Marko's voice is very dear to my heart.)
Break Shins to This by Rabbit Junk
(I don't have an answer for this. I love weird stuff and Rabbit Junk's industrial tech post hardcore metal pop drum&bass whatever the fuck is their blend is just so fucking good)
Light Up the Sky by The Prodigy
(Prodigy is so good when you have to do stuff. No matter what.)
Inhumane by Polaris
(I don't really have much input here, besides i like heavy music and i just love the entirety of Fatalism)
parasite by thrown
(Same, i like heavy music)
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Any antiform au tidbits 👀? The designs look so cool I’m curious!
oh ho HO I am so glad you asked
For the au I had sort of two branching ideas. The first was to keep it mostly canon compliant with the exception that everyone now has access to antiforms
The second, which was the original idea, was to have this be a full on au in a completely different world where the antiforms are actually everyone's main forms and they all just Look Like That.
Since it was the original idea, here are things I've been thinking for the latter:
Org XIII (which is actually 13 this time since Roxas isn't in it) are these wanderers with dark cloaks and glowy eyes, and they basically travel across the world doing... something. Very mysterious (absolutely not the creator drawing a blank, of course not, why--why would you even think--)
To those who caught the reference, yes! Xion is based off of *deep sigh* Anti Black Coat Nightmare (aka boss with long name, aka the one that took me hours to beat in ddd (still a wicked design tho))
My idea with the nobodies and their somebodies (Sora and Roxas, and Namine and Kairi) was that twins can sometimes take extra light or darkness from one another before they're born, possibly leaving one side with more concentrated power while the other is left as an unstable malleable wisp. This is why Sora has more concentrated darkness on his arms while Roxas' are more like a ghost (which can sometimes change size and still hold things)
Kairi took basically ALL of Namine's light, which left Namine a frail ghost. She has to be kept in a tower so that she doesn't float away or whatever Ansem the Wise believes (Kairi feels guilty about this) (Also I like to make Ansem the Wise a terrible person in all of my aus <3)
I like to think that Ventus and Vanitas each had perfectly even halves of light and dark, both of which were already incredibly strong, but Ven got both lights and Van got both darks
To this end I also like to think that Van ran away and is just this being of pure darkness that hides in the woods and Sora sometimes brings him lunch because beings of darkness still have to eat ya know and befriending the feral creature in the woods seems like something Sora would do
As for the former I have NO clue how things would go down in that one, like how everyone would discover their antiforms, but if you guys have any ideas for either take lemme know!
#tamber talks#antiform au#kh#kingdom hearts#i have no basis for whether this is too much or not enough#but thanks for this lmao i'm glad my ask box isn't eating asks anymore#feel free to send more stuff I have Many Thoughts
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Unpopular Jenna movie opinions:
1) Tamber is not a good ship, she used Tara as a pin cushion.
2) Chad > Charlie
3) Cairo was Jennas best role.
4) Lorraine,Phoebe and Camila dont get talked about enough.
5) they should have casted someone else as Mia in the fallout.
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Million dollar question. Actual honesty hour. Do you think Amber loved Tara back?
actual honesty hour? okay. so.
it's complicated.
it's complicated for tara, it's complicated for amber, it's complicated for everyone, really. their group sees the absolute adoration in amber's eyes when they're all together; how she all but devours her friend with her eyes, swallows her whole, keeps her close. they're always attached at the hip, they do everything together, and as fucked up as it is and they all know it, no one's brave enough to tell tara that amber treats her as her pet because tara seems so radiant around her.
but sometimes, amber's distant.
like this blatant ignorance that encompasses her sometimes. this emotionless stare as tara drags her around, laughs at something she comments, wraps their fingers together. the way she sometimes disregards tara's feelings and own well being to make sure her needs are met.
amber's possessive and aggressive about it. tara absolutely cannot live if she doesn't allow her to.
maybe she loves her, in some fucked up way, that amber herself cannot describe. she loves hanging out with tara and loves the way her mind works. loves hearing her talk about one of her favourite movies. loves when tara lets her have absolute control over their interactions, because she knows tara knows she lives for control. for power. it's the only way amber knows how to love her.
but amber also just loves control, and having someone give themself to her so willingly feeds her narcissism in the best way. tara obeys her. tara makes sure she's always pleased. tara responds with i'm yours when amber says you're mine. their dynamic is perfect for amber's fucked up soul.
and yeah, the kisses are nice. more than nice, really. but then she meets richie and her mind's divided, absolutely torn apart when she has to choose between her dream, her true love (her movies) and the girl that gave her entire being to her.
but stab is her true passion. tara would let her hurt her if this meant amber would be happy. tara would understand. tara would maybe join her, if she got it, and she could be her perfect final girl. could still be her girl, her tara.
(maybe that's why she ties her up instead of killing her on act three, a selfish hope that maybe, maybe her tara would understand. would let her finish this.)
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so @dreamersbcll and i were talking about songs that remind us of the carpenter sisters and we thought vampire by olivia rodrigo would fit tamber in ur 5 years late au! from tara's perspective, after everything goes down
-"i used to think i was smart, but you made me look so naive"
-"how do you lie without flinching?"
-"what a mesmerizing, paralyzing, fucked up little thrill" the thrill that amber gets from being ghostface and grooming tara
-"girls your age know better"
the song is sad and melancholy and angry depending on the verse. do u think tara ever gets to that angry place as she reflects on that quasi-relationship in the future?
You two are so goddamn right for that omg.
Tara in this verse really does not cope well in the aftermath of Amber and everything she did. It doesn't really hit her until a few weeks later. She's lying in bed, pretending to be asleep, and Sam comes in to check on her. She fiddles with her blanket, strokes her hair back, kisses her forehead. Tara feels her kneel down on the floor and lean against the bed, a hand cupping hers. Sam's whispering to her: I'm so glad you're okay, I don't know what I would have done without you babygirl, I'm going to do better, no-one will ever hurt you again. I'm sorry I didn't protect you better.
And all Tara can think is this is what love is supposed to be like. Amber really never cared, it was all just an act. Tara was nothing more than a tool, a toy that she played with for her own amusement. There were no sweet whispered words, she only reached out first when she wanted something. There were hundreds of unanswered messages, snippy I'm busy's and you're too much sometimes'. She'd had to beg for Amber's attention, her love.
How could she have ever chosen that over her sister? How could she have been led so astray. Why did she let her do that to her? Why did Tara let this happen?
It starts as a melancholy that clings to her back, weighing her down. It takes her down dark paths and to all the wrong places. She hurts her sister by hurting herself.
Then they're attacked again and Tara's done being sad, she's done trying to drown herself to forget what's happened. She gets angry instead.
The first time she sleeps with a guy, Amber is all she can think about. She thinks about how mad this would make her, how much she would hate it. She hate fucks some guy to get over her. It doesn't quite help. So she does it again.
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So ⟟ watched Winding memory
First of all
*Enderian spooked me when she talked-*
Second of all
Enderian said Rae’s memories are wrong, like someone ripped out chunks of it and some are sealed that shouldn't be sealed
See my first thought had to do with Fable *the tambered mind but bc he like- by forced pulled forward ⏃ nightmare he keeps having ab Isla being taken and now that's wrong-*
but also the resets-
*do the resets like- forcible remove chuncks of their memory-*
Also
i said this to myself way back in s1 but
You can't break ⏃ bond that already exists,.with everything they gave away, you can't break ⏃ bond that already been sealed
Everything everybody gave up in purgitory ment something so much to them, they made ⏃ bond with it, when they gave it up, the memory might have gone away but not the bond
It's also how ⟟ see soul bonds working
That you make ⏃ bond, and that bond is so strong emotionally that it's something you can't erase even when the resets happen, it's something that stays with you even if you can't place where it came from
Mhmmmmm so normal ab soul bond and how they work and how the memories work with everything given up in purgitory mhm hm mhm hm
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