#“How did I make the most colorful guy all browns and greys????”

[sunfloo-wers]

Day 5!!!! Overstimulation!

Four, buddy, you got the eyeball overstimulation today, go get a nice cup of tea and a blanket away from people, please.

(I think I’ve been cursed by the Whumptober gods cause I was feeling incredibly overstimulated today and had to cancel plans and everything over it. Really hope this doesn’t keep up cause most of the things on this list I would probably not survive sooooo)

Very happy with this one, I think it’s appropriately creepy without showcasing the exact thing going on! Eyeball creepiness my absolute beloved!

[burningcheese-merchant]

TEHY'RE SO CUTEEEEE!!! I JUST FINISHED DRAWING THEM IN MY STYLE!!! SHOULD I POST IT??!

You drew fanart of my blorbos? 😭😭😭 You shouldn't have 😭😭😭 Yes please, I'd love to see how they look in your style, I bet they look great!!! Better than mine, probably lol!

If you haven't colored them in yet, may I offer some help with that? I gave them specific color schemes (and used a color generator to help visualize them lol. That's kind of stupid, I know, but it helped me a lot personally)

Here's Pepper Jack's:

There are supposed to be little bits of red and orange in his hair as a reference to how pepper jack cheese actually looks. He's brown like Golden Cheese is, but lighter. He's got red eyes like Burning Spice does, too (no slit pupils though, just normal eyes)

I labeled these all as "wings" because I have, like... a sort of gradient in mind, you know? They're mostly blue with a bit of grey/silver mixed in, that gradually lightens to white. (Again, this is for an honest reason. I know it's weird, but I didn't make them blue just because, I swear.) Also, that blue on the far right - you know how Golden has those little triangles on the tips of her wings? I thought of Jack having those, too. Little bright blue triangles that stand out against the white. Idk if that would actually look good, but that's an idea I had... He might look better without them tbh lol. (Also, the skirt is blue, too. Blue with white trim and a black belt. And the bracelet, anklet and sandals are gold)

Here's Matar Paneer's:

I wanted her to be orange because matar paneer (the actual dish) is orange. The eyes are a nod to her mom and to the "cheese" part of the food she takes after ("paneer" is the name of the cheese used in it, it's a type of goat cheese that's a lighter yellow). She pretty much stole Burning Spice's hair, color and texture and everything lol. I'm still debating how to color the dress tbh... idk whether to do a red blouse and a yellow skirt or vice versa. (Also, spoiler, Paneer gets tattoos when she's older lol. Some of them are just like Spice's, some are entirely original (won't spoil those just yet))

Didn't want too much green anywhere, just the trim honestly. Like the hem of her skirt or... certain stitches or something. "Matar" refers to green peas, so I figured she ought to have at least some amount of green in her look. (Plus she has little green earrings that look like green peas!) Again, still not sure about the dress. Her primary color is red (both because of Spice and for another reason), so I want red to be the most prominent thing. Been leaning towards yellow blouse w/ red sleeves + red skirt, but idk. You're welcome to experiment lol. Nvm that one color there, idk what to do with it anymore. Maybe it would be better for the tattoos? Maybe it would contrast against her skin better? The fuck kind of name is "chocolate cosmos" lmao

Also, I wanted there to be some sort of design or pattern on her skirt. Pattu pavadai often has that (look it up, they're all very cute. Indian women's fashion is so cool honestly). I was thinking, like... little cheesebirds or lotus flowers or something. Or hieroglyphs. One of those. (Also, she has gold bracelets on both wrists. I didn't draw them because I didn't think they'd be seen properly with the way she's holding the katar)

Sorry for rambling, I did warn you all that I would talk about these little guys forever lol. I'm extremely flattered that you wanted to draw them, I can't wait to see what you did with them ❤️

[ye-it-is-skeet]

I found some poses on Pinterest and you can guess what happened✨ Also taking this time to show the full-body full-designs of the teetlez+Usagi✨ And to talk about the designs and choices that were made. Also behind them is basically the shapes I imagined as I drew them all

<Info-Dumping Zone>

Leo- The most I can say about his design is like.. He wears wrappings either to have support for his wrists or just because. I have sketches of all their masks from behind but Leo's is based on, when I looked up traditional ninja designs, and saw a ninja with a warrior man-bun type deal so ye✨

Raph- His rough and "spiky" look is more just to show his aggressive demeanor most of the time. At first I just added the armor because I saw some ninja outfits where they wore armor (mostly on their shins and forearms), but after drawing this I realized it can be good for ramming into people and having that protection. Also the instant I finished designing him I knew I wanted him to be DARK, and I am OBSESSED with how dark he is✨ Also the short mask tails are because I see so many ppl giving Rise Raph specifically his tails tied to a bow so ye. Also it wasn't just a pentagon, it's more that I just thought about polygons.

Donnie- I actually designed Donnie first, because he's my favorite, heheh✨ His design is simple, I wanna talk more about his Bo-Staff. As I drew this I just made this area that stuck out from the staff where the wrap is, and it reminded me of those pencil grips. So now it's that Donnie doesn't like holding the rough staff for too long and has that little area to give his hands a break as he continues to fight. The armor on his shins I do not yet have an explanation for. Maybe it's so his kicks can hurt more.

Mikey- Again, simple design. When I designed him I wanted him to look round and a lil chubby maybe~✨ Quick tip: if he doesn't look baby then you drew him wrong.

Usagi- For the most part I just did my own thing, the outfit design, more specifically how the blue cloth bits are designed, were entirely based on how @okumura-senseixxx draws Usagi (love how they did it✨, obviously). Using that design because I wanted Usagi to look pretty, and that design of clothing is very pretty✨ Other than that it's a matter of just flipping Usagi's hair because trust me it doesn't look good any other way. I didn't think heart when designing Usagi, but when I think of Usagi I think "heart" so ye.

Teetlez- I am thinking of doing one of those "art study" sheets for my teetlez and characters if you guys ever want, I'll just do a mini worded version for now since I'll be working on something else. Overall their bodies are based on the first concept designs of my "Turtlier" Teetlez which was the Rise Boys just.. "Turtlier". Those designs changed but I loved the body type and used it here✨ The beaks are personally a must✨ I find it more interesting to draw beaks than normal mouths for the teetlez✨ The tails are also just a personal must, I just like them✨ Took a while to figure how I'd draw the individual pieces of their outfits, I thought doing brown or grey (ew) but both matched Raph's red in greyscale so it would never work. Then I looked back at my sketched design of Donnie and noticed to differentiate the pieces of clothing I had shaded his arm and leg bits. ✨Lightbulb✨ Just make the other pieces darker variations of the main color✨

I have a lot of information that I'm still trying to hash out, so ye✨

References (if it's important at all, from Pinterest except the nunchaku one, google):

[eolewyn1010]

Downton Abbey Fashion 16 - post-war service worker fashion

Back to the servants. Although not a whole lot has changed; the maids only get new uniforms in season 3. So we’ll just look at some coats and hats and Daisy’s new dresses instead.

First off, Mrs Hughes has two new dresses. A black one, par for the course, with a lace front (I kind of want to say stomacher because it’s in this deep V) and some white trim around to make it pop a little. This doesn’t look greatly different than her first season dresses, but it’s going more into a streamlined direction; the waistband isn’t doing so much anymore, the chest is not so strongly separated from the waist. The dark blue dress forgoes a waistline entirely, although not necessarily in the best way imo. I don’t know about this fabric patch on her stomach, guys. Would have liked it better if it went princess-style down the entire front. But I do like the red zigzag trim on her neckline plus the lacing on her neck and down from the shoulders. Seems to be mostly decorative.

This coat is a piece of beauty. Well, it’s the loose style of the beginning 1920s, but the pattern woven into or embroidered onto it? Lovely. I’d also like to point out that Mrs Hughes pairs it with a velvet hat – gotta look nice in the court of law.

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Wooooow, check out O’Brien in her holiday dress. Which is black, like all the others! Joyous! Honestly, I’m almost shocked to see O’Brien go with some fashion, putting on something with a straight-lined, unstructured 1920s cut. It’s also decorated with some lace and beading, and I like the wider sleeves, but all-black with no spot of contrast anywhere seems a little doleful.

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Next, Anna. We see her walk into the village in this pretty simple black tweed coat that I would steal on the spot. Mainly because I hope these big-ass pocket flaps mean it has big-ass pockets. She also wears this little brown straw hat a few times, and I like the ribbon she got for it – the golden ornaments pop so nicely.

But Anna also has another walking suit. Hey there, pinstripes! This is one of those articles that I haven’t really seen on one of the Crawley girls before, but I can easily imagine is a gift from them. Mainly because I’m not sure why Anna, who never shows overmuch enthusiasm for fashion and marries in the most boring dress-and-coat combo she could find, should spend money on another walking suit when she had a perfectly fine one last season already, but also because of the little velvet additions on the collar.

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Is Jane wearing Anna’s coat? She might be, but she has her own hat. I like how, despite the elements of it being very simple, basically just a twisted ribbon and this rectangle patch, it looks quite nicely decorated. Work with what you have!

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I don’t super love Daisy’s new day dress. It’s not much different from her previous, with a similar collar and cuffs on short sleeves, and the checker in and of itself is cute, but the color washes her out a bit. Ah well.

And around Christmas, we finally see her wear something long-sleeved. This grey dress is one she keeps at least into season 3, and a closer look shows that the collar and cuffs are made of a flowered fabric this time, which is cute.

Speaking of flowers, for her bedside wedding to William, Daisy gets prettied up in a blouse with flower print and a very nice beige skirt. This is definitely her best clothes, and I love how she did her hair for the occasion. Much better than the second, anyway… Daisy, darling, why do you wait until the eve of 1920 to try out the Gibson Girl? Big hair won’t be back in fashion for a few decades. I also don’t know about this lilac dress. It’s definitely a change to her everyday look, and the lace collar makes me think it’s also one of her best, but I definitely prefer her wedding look.

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And because I don’t like this woman enough to give her a category of her own, I’m tacking on Vera Bates. They did Maria Doyle Kennedy dirty, giving her such a bitch to play only to have her kick off one of the more aggravating arcs. But at least her sense of fashion is immaculate. Look at these gorgeous coats! The burgundy one with the buttoned lapels is worn over what seems to be a jacket or waistcoat with some lovely black soutache embroidery, whereas the black coat keeps it simple with some stripes woven in. All the better to brag with these darling golden buttons, the little ruffle tie closure of her blouse, and the fur stola she presumably bought with her hush money.

[deathbxnny]

Welp, my fears came true. Natlan characters have ligther skins (more or less). I knew it was coming but i still wished they could’ve been at least respectful. Oddly enough, i feel neutral about it right now? I mean i still heavily agree with people saying that the characters should have darker skins (THEY LIVE IN COUNTRIES THAT MOSTLY HAVE DARKER SKIN, IT AINT HARD MIHOYO) but i dont think i should jump into that rabbit hole because.. it can get messy and idk if im ready for that.

I really do love their designs and all of them look absolutely gorgeous but i just wished that Mihoyo could’ve just.. not do this.

I hope you dont mind me talking about the Natlan skin conterversy here. You can just delete or not reply to this ask if you feel uncomfortable with bringing the topic in your blog. I just simply wanted to vent my thoughts about this whole thing bc idk.. this feels like it might be the start of something much worse for Genshin.. (and i really hope that does not happened bc genshin is genuinely a good and beautiful game even though they could’ve done better for Sumeru and Natlan characters)

- Flower Anon 🌸

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(Warning! Cursing lol-)

I'm honestly not really interested in joining the debate about this, mainly because I feel like it's obvious that this is terribly wrong, so I will add that I find this honestly and genuinely disgusting of Hoyoverse. ESPECIALLY as they have proven over and over again that they CAN make poc characters but won't.

Like, cultural and religious aspects aside, you're telling me that you can make a Bear, Cyborg guy and a whole ass BLUEEE person in ZZZ playable, but not make genshin characters have an actual tan? Make them black? Just even a different shade than paper ass white or whatever that grey "brown" color Cyno/Candace are sporting is? It's genuinely insane.

As a Middle Eastern person, I will say that what irked me the most about Sumeru is that the atmosphere and world building felt like HOME, but the characters did NOT. The people from the countries that Sumeru was based on also come in all shades possible, so it really does become really jarring after a while. And Natlan really slaps you in the face with it even more.

The Archon is an Himeko Expy from what I understood, which is fine on it's own, but did they have to make her the god? It really feels lazy and makes you wonder who these characters are really made for atp (besides degenerate Twitch streamers like Tectone ofc-).

So yeah, there is alot more to it, but this is how I view the entire situation (I don't want to make this too long lmao-) and I totally agree with you, Flower Anon!!

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[kurtmustdie]

posting these design ideas on main because why not

working with how I want to possibly redesign cat!miguel (Reclusestar in the warriors AU), here’s a few quick headshot ideas for em :)

dunno which one I should go with, but I’ve got some notes on each

Original:

Dark blue-grey tortoiseshell with reddish brown markings meant to replicate his most recent suit design. Small, slightly curved up ears with tufts around them that I want to stay in the design regardless of the fur color. A 4 pronged star on his forehead that will also stay true to every other design (supposed to be his leader mark. Usually I like the idea of leader marks either being like.. spots or stripes or something else but a physically inflicted marking not only fits his role better but is also just more visceral and reflects the implied and not so implied cruelty of StarClan in the warrior cats series. For those who don’t know StarClan is like… a holy amalgemation of all of the cats ancestors that went from this mysterious and whymsical force in the first series to unreliable and actually manipulate due to how biased they are.)

— why is he blue

— not accurate to comic design

— more accurate to his movie design, however, I believe the blue in his suit is meant to be light bouncing off of a black suit. So still isn’t exactly accurate

+ simple, easy to replicate markings and probably easy to animate (haven’t tested it but seeing as he barely has any floating stripes or markings other than his star marking it’d be easy to do frame by frame)

+ bluestar

original but the blue is changed to black.

Classic black and orange tortoiseshell. Same other features mentioned before.

— boring. Yawn.

+ the mask markings are more prominent

+ the most accurate to the comics. Miguel has a black and red suit.

same as the last 2 but with a darker blue-black tint

— still blue :/

— his eyes blend into his face and it bothers me

+ colors are actually really nice

+ average cat Miguel design honestly this is how everyone draws him

tortie-tabby dual colored cap mask. Instead of the usual ginger ear tufts he has white, and he has a lot more white in his design than usual

— I don’t like how much white I used for this design, I don’t think it works.

— replicating the fangs in the mask was kinda difficult I didn’t know if I wanted to make it a stripe or apart of the base mask so uh

+ is a tortie-tabby

+ accentuates his jawline!! The other designs did before as well, his markings are just placed a little differently here

+ the white hair is cute

Half and half tortie with minimal white markings (I’m leaning towards using this one)

+ I really like half and half tortie designs

+ cool symmetry

+ he looks like a lil guy here.. just lil.

— jawline isn’t ver visible, especially on the dark brown side :(

Half and half with medium white markings

+ same perks as above

+ accentuates jawline better than the others

(If you’d like please rb for a better sample size for the poll below :3)

Here’s an optional poll, just to see which ones people like more (doesn’t mean I’m gonna choose that one)

[archived-junkissed]

what colours do you associate with ur moots?

omg ive been waiting for somebody to ask me smth like this !!! i'm a very visual person so there's pics & a little blurb for each of yall below <33 also i only did the top ten moots i talk to most often so if i didn't include you definitely send me an ask and i'll tell you yours!! i would love to do more i just didn't wanna make this post a hundred miles long lol

@onlymingyus: indigo + dark blueish grey

i couldn’t find pics that were the exact color i’m thinking of but this kind of dark denim-y color is pretty close. you’re like that color right after the sun sets where it’s not yellow anymore but it’s definitely not black yet. it’s really casual and comfortable like when you’re walking home on a summer night when it starts getting dark early and it’s almost too dark to see but not yet

@duhnova: dark pastel purple + white

i’m probably projecting because ik you like kuromi but i really think you’re a mix of dark and light purple, not too light like pastel purple and not too dark like violet. like how in the pictures cheol is wearing a white shirt but it’s balanced by his dark hair or by the dark windows of the bus in the background, you’re really balanced in my mind like you have the good parts of both light and dark and also you just have this super cute energy that's very squishy like cheol

@seokmins: pale yellow + beige

elv is everybody’s sunshine so ofc you’re yellow but i think it’s more of a soft pale yellow. i feel like you’re usually a little more shy or quiet so you’re not a big loud bright yellow and also when i was looking up pictures of seokmin i didn’t see any that were really bright yellow so it just confirms my theory !! it may look a little plain but honestly i don’t think you would like standing out and being super bright

@petrichor-han: white + grey

you’re a very neutral white to me, but not necessarily because it means a lack of color!! you always use the white heart emoji and i think the color (and the emoji) really fits you because even though plain white can seem intimidating in its blankness, on you it seems so kind and gentle. as a fellow felix enthusiast i think you’re really like him too because he can also seem intimidating with his voice but in reality he’s the sweetest lil guy and i want to give him (and you) a big huge hug

@lovelyhan: dark blue + black

hello kai lovelyhan i said it in the reblogs of your post but!! to me you’re like the dark blue of the ocean at night. like sitting on the docks at the edge of town, away from the noise and the crowd of the city where it’s quieter and the water is calmer. early in the morning when it’s still dark the boats will start moving and it’ll become loud like the rest of the city but for this little period at the height of the night it’s quiet enough to relax in

@wonwussy: forest green + brown

to me you’re like a historic building covered with vines, either hidden deep in an overgrown forest, or sitting at the end of a busy street that people walk past all day. i watch too much of the history channel so i pictured like an old factory from the 1900s or a schoolhouse (and i mean old in a cool way, not old in an old way lol). i feel like you have a lot of history and so many cool stories to tell that aren’t always obvious at first glance

@idyllic-ghost: gold + moss green

in my brain you’re very sparkly and shimmery like a sunset. like these temptation concept pics you have kind of a nature-y feel like a little insect exploring a forest. and you are a bee after all so you have to have a little yellow lol. like sunlight shining through a bee’s wings

@strawberryya: pink + red

the brightest and pinkest pink!! i associate you with strawberries not just because of your url but because you’re so vibrant and sweet like fruit. you’re always so fun to talk to and you would be strawberry ice cream because you’re so soft and you melt when you’re around people and overall just seeing you interact with people is really cute and sweet

@aceofvernons: aquamarine + pale blue

obviously you Are blue like you are the very concept of the color blue. but there are many many shades of blue and i think you are this specific aquamarine teal-y kind. cyan is a little too bright and cerulean is a little too dark so you’re balanced perfectly in the middle. like really bright clear waters or that pool tile greenish blue because i think for the most part you’re just floating along. whatever life throws at you, you just say fuck yeah and keep floating and it’s so cute. honestly i think nothing can phase you except maybe vernon in which you’d start splashing around like a feral animal and getting everything within a 10 mile radius wet

[easterartist]

(*coughs in new au*)

|How the heck did the party guy get reincarnated into the faceman?|

|Chapter 1|

When Leo was younger, he had always had strange dreams.. They were always vivid when he was asleep..

But when he woke up, they faded into a blur. He could never remember the details clearly once he was out of dreamland, nor could he recall much about it.

… Although, he did remember certain colors vividly. Everytime without fail, he would remember the colors.. Red, Blue, and purple. Sometimes there was yellow and grey too. And sometimes brown was a prominent color. 

He felt a connection to those colors, and yet he couldn't for the life of him figure out why. It just was. It was confusing. The dreams held familiarity, the colors even more so. And he always been searching for why…

When he got older, he never stopped pondering it. He never forgot the colors that meant so much to him.. He never brought it up to anyone either. He felt he couldn't, because why would he bring up something so small? It wasn't that important, and he didn't want to bother anybody with it. 

… Now he kinda wished he mentioned something about it. Mainly because he was feeling intense deja vu and had a particularly strong feeling that it was connected to those dreams.

He hadn't even been doing anything major, he was just sitting and reading some comics that he managed to nab from the pile they had set up in a corner of the lair. 

What was causing it? He had no clue…

Eh, he'll figure it out later probably.. For now, he'll shrug it off..

… why did he feel like he shouldn't be shrugging it off…?

It was later that day when the feeling came back full force. He paused in his trek through the sewer pipe, his gaze sweeping across the empty tunnels in confusion. Something felt so familiar.. And.. Also so wrong. It felt like something bad was about to happen. 

He was tense now, his beak pressed into a thin line as he continued to scan his surroundings. He.. Probably shouldn't stay in one place too long. He needed to leave and most likely find a new path to get back home.

… well, portalling would also work… maybe he should portal out of the sewers, and then portal elsewhere? Make it as confusing as possible to keep someone from following him. That's a pretty nice idea actually. Mind Raph would be proud.

He reached back and grabbed his katana, sliding it out of its sheath. He then slashed the air with the blade, runes lighting up on the metal as a portal opened infront of him. He quickly made to step through it, him wanting to get out of this particular part of the sewers as fast as possible. 

Honestly, he didn't know why he didn't just portal home instead of taking the long way. He usually did…

"Well well well.. Isn't this just fascinating."

Leo jumped, a noise of surprise leaving him as he whirled around to face the origin of that voice. His eyes briefly met another set before he felt a sharp pressure on his neck, him tensing a moment. His body then stopped responding to him, his vision flickering and fading as his body became similar to a rag doll.

He tried saying anything, tried moving, tried something. But nothing worked. He couldn't see the person anymore, and all he could hear was the person cackling as they spoke in a singing voice," I finally found youuuu~!" 

Before he completely blacked out, he felt their arms wrap around his limp body, them lifting him up with ease. And he smelled something that made his blood cold as ice…

This person smelled like the Krang..

(Oh btw, here's the ao3 link:

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[officeobject]

It's been 2 years, didn't manage to make a second one of these (nor third, I guess)

It's Either Interesting Or Not 4: Jebediah's Valentines Day Special

So this is a finished Valentines Day Special, that has some of my most skilled writing, and is truly one of the most fun things. I was thinking of deleting my account, because my "art" and I might be too "Screenshot City" for the internet. I used a high amount of emotions and brain power on this, LOL.

Feb 14, 2024

Is this too much? Am I too much?

Jebediah had a crush. Sara was sure of it. Even if she wasn't, she still had a crush on him, but she wondered how he could ever have a crush on someone so awkward, unpopular, and small-breasted like Sara, and yet, Sara couldn't help but to find Jebediah attractive. She found his kneecaps, so mouth-wateringly sexy. His piercing gaze was so beguiling, she thought, as his hot breath and hydrated lips uttered the sentence, with such precision, and determination: "move, I don't like you."

Oh, how she longed for his teen spirit-smelling, sweaty, thin body. Oh, how Sara loved the way he moved.

The way he walked aggressively, yet scared, past her. The way he squatted whenever picking something up, just so people wouldn't stare at his butt. The blood-lust in his eyes, especially after blaming his enemies for the farts.

Sara got weak in the knees, when even just thinking about it. But she would never be enough, would she? Why would anyone like HIM ever like her back? How could she possibly compete with those girls she saw as mean, vicious, lying, and self-centered, when a perfectly nice guy like him, had every reason to like those girls?

Well, it was Valentines Day, and Sara was tired of being alone, tired of being a pushover, tired of waiting, of LONGING, to be with him, TIRED of being hit, whenever he took his basketball just because she was in a tree watching him.

As the streets were filled with pink, red, and confusion over Jebediah's existence, she decided to make a move.

Sara was wearing country-brown high-heeled, combat boots, with cheetah print on, with shoe-laces, because they are so easy and convenient and don't look stupid at all, very tight gray leggings with "JUICY AF! " spelled at the ass, a chain going from one pocket to another, which also had Sanrio characters as charms, as well as crystals and zodiac signs, with a plain grey shirt, under a rainbow neon T-shirt, under a neon yellow croptop, under a mini denim jacket, under a cat-themed sweater filled with holes, under a black hoodie, with a cardigan, with ketchup stains, along with one long rainbow sock with glitter and unicorns, and another very short sock, which was white, with skulls on it, all completed with forest-colored librarian sunglasses, with a rose tint, and kidcore hair accessories, and a pirate-themed bow, and hoop earrings, as well as avocado pins, plus an anthropomorphic dog as a pin, plus an "I hate furries" pin, which Jebediah had given extra special attention to, when he saw it, while he was wearing his fake tail, so that's why Sara bought it.

"Oh, no, he's heading for the shop just as I'm about to talk to him! " Sara exclaimed out loud, and ran after him. He stopped walking, he turned his head, with the sun shining on his smexy over-birthmarked face, and did a motion of moving a bit to the right, and then Sara crashed into the glass door, instead of the person.

"OWWWWW ... " she groaned. Jebediah laughed a bit. The beautiful sound of "HAHAHHAHA, YOU DESERVE IT, SARA!" Or something similar, made her faint. Literally.

When she woke up, Jebediah was right there, by her side. She could almost feel the pure, raw, unfiltered stank of a young sportsguy, as he stood there, staring. Looking directly at HER. Sara knew she had fallen, but didn't understand why some kind of persistent pain was hitting her.

"You're awake! " Jebediah retracted his fist.

"J - J - J - J - J - JJ - J - J - J - J - JJ - J - J - J - J - J " Jebediah then left her, after her attempt at talking.

He was heading right for the bookstore, and Sara knew, that she could make it, if she just tried.

She ran after him, and then realized, that he was running too. She reached her hand out to hold his, when suddenly, she got smacked by a door, with Jebediah smiling.

The woman named Sara loved the way he smiled. The way his dog-like body-language made his head not be straight, the way his teeth looked like human teeth. She spent some time staring at him, before he turned, and looked at some things, and then, Sara looked at his ass.

His Homo Sapien-looking ass, used for sitting on sofas, was naturally looking as ass as an ass. It had stuff that an ass had, and moved the way asses move. His ass, was truly an ass, no, better yet, his ass, was truly, one of the asses, in the world. His ass, was, objectively, even if people deny it, and even if people weren't interested, it was: an ass.

Jebediah moved on to the section with boardgames, after Sara had been staring so much, and she remembered, she should get in.

Sara opened the door, and looked at a few things. She was always very literary, and had to pry her eyes away from books, to focus on her real goal.

As he was checking the crafts section, she decided, that maybe she could check out some books.

Sara ended up buying 82828 books.

Happy, she turned to where he was, and had just catched him going down some stairs. She followed, and saw him check out books. She took this as an opportunity, to start a conversation.

"What's your favorite book? " she managed to squeak out.

"That one book by Darlen Momentum."

"Oh, never heard of her - "

"Quir. "

"Never heard of ... yeah, so, indie-author?"

"Not an author. "

"Oh ... what is Darlen - "

"CAPTAIN for you. "

"O - okay? What is ... that person, doing then? "

"Better things than YOU. "

"Oh ... why do you like that book? "

"Because it's good. "

"Why is it good? "

"Just read the book, and you'll find out! " he did not look at the fourth wall in the place.

"What are you looking for? "

"Darlen Momentum books. "

"Oh, more of them? "

"We can talk about something else, you know. I don't know why you just bring quir up so much. "

"What do YOU want to talk about, hottie - I MEAN, Jebediah?! "

"Well, I've always wanted to know how to get you to leave me alone. " he casually replied.

"I can't believe I'm ACTUALLY talking to him! YESSS! "

"You can also just THINK that, instead of saying it out loud. " he left her.

"Oh, yeah, of course ... " she then realized he was gone.

She ran up the stairs, and held on to multiple shelves to catch herself.

Jebediah was at the section with fidget toys. She ran up to him, and then he tripped her. She got up, and brushed the dust off.

"What are you buying? "

"Fidget toys, also called stim toys. "

"Oohhh, what kind? "

"Just some for me. " he picked up a zipper-bracelet.

"What's THAT ONE for?! "

"I just love how it looks. " he put it in his shopping-cart, then got a stress ball.

"I thought you didn't like balls. "

"I don't. It's a stress ball. I use it as a weapon when someone stresses me out! " he casually explained.

"What about that one?! "

"That's a fidget ring. "

"What for?! "

"Fidgeting. "

"Are you gonna take that one too?! "

"Yep. "

"A pop-it ... what are you gonna use THAT for?! "

"Contests. " he then looked at some chewlery.

"What about that? "

"Well, my paternal, AND maternal relatives love cooking, and I need to chew sometimes. "

"Why? "

"Because biting PEOPLE would be seen as sexual, however, my enemies really deserve that sometimes ... "

"Oh ... I see ... "

"I think you only see literally, Sara. "

Sara's heart was beating rapidly in her chest, she could barely breathe, her vision was clouded, and she felt butterflies in her stomach. Jebediah looked into her eyes.

"Y - you said my name, Jebediah ... "

"You're going to faint, Sara. "

"I know, it's because - "

"NO, it's because you have to go to the doctor. " Sara then fainted.

Mood music and stuff I forgot to put in

Yo, what's up, I forgot to add this, and I just remembered through searching for a pre-written story:

IEION 5: Jebediah's 2023 Valentines Day Special

Mood music is whichever you find appropriate:

youtu.be/FMHcksLpgOc

Or

youtu.be/AUr3He6va3U

Description: Mood music included, and with VERY SULTRY language! Sara has a crush on him, but doesn't know how to say it, but when Valentine's Day arrives, she is determined to finally confess her feelings for him. Does he reciprocate? And what's with that bitch he's with? Read to find out!

Chapter 1:

Update

For the one who added this to the library: this is the consequences of your past actions catching up.

Anyways, I don't know how to continue this, nor what the future holds, so if anyone have ideas, and/or what you want to see happen next (in general), you can comment that.

And for Quotev: You can stop reading now. Seriously, what's up with Quotev and reading Jebediah stories?!

UPDATE 2

YO JUST GOT A GENIUS IDEA FOR A CONTINUATION!

WHAT KIND OF COMPETITION DO Y'ALL WANT TO SEE SARA AND JEB IN?!

PART 2

(Edit: I forgot to add:

Scotch Tape's stamp of approval: 🚧

Duct Tape's stamp of approval: 🏗)

JEBEDIAH VALENTINES WIP PART 2:

Sara blinked her unspecified colored orbs.

"Where am I? " she blinked, only to see she was in a courtroom.

It didn't look ordinary though. The frames of the pictures on the walls looked like phones, the seats all had different, respective themes, and the people and the creatures in the room looked unprofessional. There was a brown-haired male, about thirty in appearance, short hair, long, white faux fur coat and general, over-the-top flamboyance in the outfit, complete with black safety shoes.

Another seemed to have a mix of emotions, with casual clothes, and brown hair.

Another one was completely black, looking featureless, and quite neutral when it comes to sex, but with clothes, but the blue question mark that was the face, distracted Sara from how the clothes looked.

That wasn't even mentioning the brown-haired female, who had long hair, and was wearing a dog-mask, with a pop tube as a bracelet, and other weird accessories.

A dog-faced, literally, person was there where the judge would've been, who, upon further inspection, DID look professional, with a dark blue suit, a pin that said "judge", of which clearly said "mayor" before, and a red tie.

Even despite all of that, the weirdest, was a male with a white shirt on, black jeans, red socks, and blond hair. Sara found herself mostly trying to figure out what the last creature mentioned was. The creature was tall, a bit skinny, but clearly strong. The ugly creature stared, with deadly, green eyes, which were on its hideous face. Sara then realized that was Jebediah.

"You're in a courtroom, Sara. " Jebediah simply said.

"How long was I unconscious for? "

"I don't know, some days, I think. I've been checking your progress. You've been unconscious long enough for me to hang out with my homie. " Sara felt a sting of jealousy, at the supposed homie of his.

"Tha - that's fine. " Sara lied.

"I DON'T need YOUR permission to have homies! "

"Order in court! " the dog-head barked.

"Mister S - " Jebediah made gestures to show the "dog" to not say Jebediah's full name.

"Mister Jebediah - no, that's too long of a title, uhm, mister ... " the dog trailed off, looking at the bitch next to Jebediah.

"Sportsguy. " the bitch simply said. J-something-nonsensical-that-is-somehow-a-name looked over at his bitch annoyed.

"SERIOUSLY? "

"You're Jebediah! You're a sportsguy and do ... sport ... and sporty stuff ... and stuff, or something, I don't know. " the medium-heighted (pathetic in Sara's opinion) bitch explained. The dream guy still looked unamused.

"Sara Whitman, mister sportsguy has brought you here in this court, with you previously in the temprison: The temporary prison, naming courtesy of captain Darlen Momentum, of power. " the dog-face explained, and the court cheered. Sara just noticed that there were actually even more people in the place.

"Great name, however, the court must continue. Whitman - "

"MISS Whitman, obviously! "

"We don't assume here in this place, Whitman. " the doggie judge said sternly.

"Look, I KNOW I'm in court, but WHERE am I?! "

"She has the right to know. " the judge claimed.

"SARA WHITMAN ... " the bitch sounded dramatic. After seconds of hard-core, dramatic silence, the bitch stood in front of Sara, and smiled in an unfriendly way.

"You're in MY world now ... " all of Sara's confidence, or anything good, faded.

"Welcome to Screenshot City. " the bitch then left to sit back down, but not before almost doing something.

"CAPTAIN, such acts are NOT allowed IN-COURT. " the canine judge stopped the captain's display of aggression and hostility.

"FINE." The bitch of a captain replied with anger.

"Bruvs, we are gathered here today, for a case by Jebediah the sportsguy. " Jebediah frowned at the name, which caused a few, including the captain of Screenshot City to snicker and chuckle.

"He uses he/him/his pronouns, and accused Sara Whitman, she/her/her according to Jebediah, for acts of ... " the judge concentrated more.

"Acts such as: invasion of privacy, stealing property, such as shirts, knickers, and hair, breaking, entering, not respecting nor believing his queer identity, leaving unwanted gifts to Jebediah, watching him, such as when he takes showers, when he eats, and when he sleeps, denying the possibility of him getting other pronouns as well as his current set, being overly envious, altering his property, such as by adding her own perfume, adding her own saliva, and adding her own ... I'm not reading this out loud ... furthermore, Sara here, has also been accused of spreading rumors, testing Jebediah's security systems without permission, making unallowed comments about such things as Jebediah's - "

"Your honor, do you HAVE TO read that part out loud? " Jebediah asked.

"Yeah, please don't. " Jebediah's bitch agreed.

"Okay then. I'll just stop now. Not all of the mentioned things are crimes. Mister sportsguy took you from a bookstore and into our land, where he got you into our temprison, and you got to appear in court. Therefore, you have an hour to touch upon your appearance, and change your knickers. You get a waiter, who is Duct Tape, it/it/its, to bring your stuff, such as water, while in-court, as well as your clothes, or shop for new ones, provided it knows your size. You also get to choose a lawyer, and IF to have a lawyer, not depending on your income, but on skills you and sportsguy will choose, such as: squatting, rapping, singing, dancing, screenshooting, or other skills. You are legally required to not leave Screenshot City. You will also be judged by Screenshot City law. " the judge declared, and Jebediah's average bitch went over to a table that said "lawyers".

Jebediah raised his hand, then spoke.

"I'll let miss Whitman be entirely responsible for the selection of lawyers. "

"Very well. " the presumably male dog found a piece of paper, and put it in front of Sara.

"Decide between these competitions. " she looked at the paper.

"Those aren't REAL competitions! "

"You're in Screenshot City, Sara! " Jebediah yelled as if she was an idiot.

Her eyes stared at the paper again.

"Dance-walk competition, I guess. "

"Dance-walking it is. You may now go to the bathroom, and your waiter will find clothes that fit you. "

TIMESKIP.

Sara stood on the courtroom dance floor, dressed in a half-denim, short, half-skirt, with the other half being tracksuit-material shorts, with a lot of holes. She had frilly stockings on, with a flat sneaker, and one sandal on, and bandaids all over her body (it's for the aesthetic), and a jacket with at least one boob-window. She had a hat on, and a scrunchie, and a fedora hat on.

The song's instrumental started playing, and Jebediah walked threateningly around the floor.

"You look hideous tonight ... as always. " he commented.

"I don't want to do this. "

"You're a stalker, and I'm here to prove it. " Sara blushed.

"N - no, I - I haven't been stalking your social media! " she lied. Jebediah growled with anger, which sent chills down Sara's spine.

The singing part started playing.

🎶You're the same, well, I'm just saying.🎶 the singer sang, and Jebediah was casually walking towards the shocked Sara.

🎶Think you're the shit, while I'm left without my medicine!🎶 Jebediah was getting closer. Sara walked past him, sassily, while swinging her rear.

🎶Predictable at best.🎶 Jebediah sang in sync with the singer.

🎶You don't deserve me, there's no question.🎶 Jebediah didn't sing, but was still continuing his walk, and getting closer, while Sara just stood, shocked.

🎶Just one little look!🎶 Jebediah jumped while that verse came, and landed perfectly, on all-fours, as the crowd gasped in awe.

🎶I know that's how I know you hate me ...🎶 he threateningly and slowly walked on all-fours.

🎶Say sorry now.🎶 he bowed for the crowd.

🎶Later bitch.🎶 was the start of the chorus.

🎶Later bitch, later bitch, see you at the next argument.🎶 Jebediah danced like a dog on all-fours.

🎶Later bitch, later bitch, talking like I'm the one to stop to xist ...🎶 Sara mentally picked herself up, and started dancing wildly, still on two legs. Jebediah posed at the moments that seemed appropriate in the music, which got the crowd to clap more.

Then, the second verse started.

🎶Well, I'm not cat-walking back. Not to the crisis that is yourself.🎶 Jebediah instantly got up, and cat-walked in this part, and Sara did the same, after a few seconds of doing nothing except looking at Jebediah up and down.

🎶If you take one good luck at my ass ...🎶 Sara was quicker than Jebediah to do something, and did a sexual pose for the seconds that last word was sung, while Jebediah, with a few seconds delay, squatted weirdly, which did the opposite, and made his arse not obvious of which the latter made the crowd cheer.

🎶I'm gonna kick you to hell!🎶 Sara used ballet-like moves on that verse, which ended in another pose, while Jebediah was just casually walking in the meantime.

🎶Your mom loves you, that is true.🎶 Sara moved her entire body, while walking slowly towards her rival, who was just casually enjoying the music, with his swoop moving to the beat.

🎶That's because she's delusional.🎶 the two rivals stood in front of each other all of a sudden, not moving.

🎶You can not see the good in me.🎶 they both just stood and stared.

🎶Goodbye, goodbye. Make sure to leave.🎶 they both still stood and stared at each other. The music changed a bit.

🎶Do you think you've won over me?🎶 nothing happened.

🎶Is it all just a joke?🎶 nothing happened.

🎶Have all I've been, been a joke to you?🎶 nothing happened.

🎶I think so.🎶 then the chorus started, where Jebediah dance-walked the way he usually does while walking in the street, and Sara just wildly dance-walked.

Then, the music came to another verse.

🎶Oh yes, you say I'm the petty one.🎶 Jebediah swing-dance-walked on that verse, while Sara walked quickly and elegantly, then lept gently, landing on her own two feet again.

🎶But with your edgy jokes you go "bla, bla, bla" but, no, no, no, I'm the pathetic one ... when it's all engraved into my brain forever.🎶 Jebediah's quick dance-walk moves worked in his favor, with Sara struggling to keep up.

🎶Tell me, how long is yours going for?🎶 Jebediah stood, and was casually leaning on a table, which got Sara to be jealous, as she stopped dance-walking, and got an extremely serious face on.

🎶You say life is for your thing.🎶 nothing happened.

🎶And then you wonder why I do nothing.🎶 nothing happened.

🎶As if you don't know how I'm working.🎶 nothing happened.

🎶Tell me, why do you act like you're the star?🎶 Jebediah jumped on a table, then the music changed.

🎶Told me how you're not good enough.🎶 Sara snapped out of her trance, and began gently dance-walking.

🎶Then told me how I'm not good enough.🎶 Jebediah dance-walked on the table.

🎶Yes, your personality's not good enough.🎶 Sara swung herself wildly, and ended up leaning her back over the table Jebediah stood on.

🎶Happy or sad?🎶 Jebediah danced on Sara's body as she suffered.

🎶Not good enough!🎶 she got herself away from him, and wobbled, to which got Jebediah to have to hold on to the table to not fall.

🎶Fun or silent?🎶 Jebediah let go of the table, and landed perfectly, with a pose.

🎶Not good enough!🎶 Sara dance-walkes aggressively towards Jebediah.

🎶Silence or me?🎶 Jebediah danced on the same spot, while Sara continued too.

🎶Not good enough!🎶 Sara didn't crash into Jebediah, because he moved away in the last second, which got Sara to run into the table, and get a lot of pain, while Jebediah dance-walked away.

🎶Me or them?🎶 Jebediah sang along, while dance-walking confidently around the floor, as Sara tried to dance-walk, but got interrupted by the pain.

🎶Not good enough!🎶 the music played again without Jebediah's contribution, as Sara aggressively dance-walked over to her rival, again, who was dance-walking slowly to the crowd.

The chorus was spent with Sara aggressively dance-walking towards the rival, while he avoided her in the last seconds.

Then, the instrumental part came, and Sara collapsed onto the floor for emergency chilling. Her rival, meanwhile, sat calmly down on the floor.

🎶You're the same. You're the same, you're the same.🎶 the singer of the song then sang, and Sara danced wildly and dirty, while Jebediah did some of his wildest and cleanest dancing ever.

🎶So please fuck off!🎶 they continued.

🎶You're the same. You're the same, you're the same!🎶 they continued.

🎶So please fuck off!🎶

🎶You're the same, you're the same, you're the same!🎶 they continued.

🎶So please fuck off!🎶 they continued.

🎶You're the same, you're the same, you're the same!🎶 the song was ending, and Jebediah interacted with his fans in the meantime, especially the with the bitch he affectionately and passionately called "sibling".

Then, the song ended.

There was applause, and Jebediah jumped and ran around, excited.

"WOO!" the crowd cheered more, after he cheered.

🎶Thank you in advance.🎶 he crowd instantly shut up when Jebediah began singing.

🎶I don't wanna dance.🎶 he walked towards the crowd again.

🎶I don't need your hands all over ...🎶 he moved his head so his swoop gestured towards Sara when he sang "your".

🎶Me.🎶 he sang, then quickly hugged the captain bitch, then the crowd cheered even more. Sara rolled her eyes.

"That was an epic moment." The judge of the court said.

"Now quiet in court." The crowd calmed down, even though everyone was still shocked by Jebediah's extremely smooth existing. Sara scrambled to get back to her seat, as Jebediah already sat down.

"I, judge named Siarl Cairbre ask if Jebediah the sportsguy wants a lawyer."

"Yes."

"I also ask if Sara Whitman wants a lawyer."

"Y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-yes."

"Miss Sara, the best lawyer you can afford is Svante Davion, he/him/his." A yellow doghead with a black nose, black and grey/gray suit, black and white tie, orange stripes as markings, red upside-down triangular glasses, and a purple bandana wrapped around the head, and grey headphones, stood up as the name got called.

"I'll take him!" Sara said with determination.

"And mister sportsguy, the best lawyer you can afford is Darlen Momentum, que/quir/quir." Jebediah smiled. The bitch stood up nervously. Sara's anime-Chihuahua-sized eyes got bigger.

"YOU'RE A LAWYER?!"

"I got bored, okay?! So yes, I'm a lawyer now." Darlen admitted.

"I'LL TAKE QUIR!" Jebediah yelled with excitement.

Svante walked over to Sara, and sat down next to her.

Darlen walked slowly to Jebediah, and sat down next to him.

He squished Darlen when he hugged quir.

"BABY SIBLING!" he exclaimed. Sara got jealous because of how affectionate Jebediah was. The way he always held quir hand, or hugged quir, and looked happy, and cooed about his supposed baby sibling, who claimed to be about two years younger.

"Silence in court." Sara's waiter sat down on the other side of her, and Jebediah's waiter sat on the other side of him.

"Now let court begin!"

(Writer's note:

I hope this was good. At least, the next chapter will be better. The song ain't directed at any of my followers, though I have expressed annoyance at at least one of them in the past.

I knew I couldn't write the quite long court chapter so soon, but at least I wrote this part.

I would LOVE to hear people's opinions and theories and whatnot, and I also think a few people (not mentioning any name) are ignoring me, but maybe I'm just paranoid.

What I've been doing lately? (I only asked this question to get an opportunity to answer) Well, I've been getting along with some people online, and that's rare, and it feels good to get along with people! I'm just wondering when and/or if it will end. )

PART 2 HOWEVER: It's only the courtroom song

Based on: youtu.be/qZaitRtbg_E

🎶You're the same, well, I'm just saying.

Think you're the shit, while I'm left without my medicine!

Predictable at best.

You don't deserve me, there's no question.

Just one little look!

I know that's how I know you hate me ...

Say sorry now

Later bitch.

Later bitch, later bitch, see you at the next argument.

Later bitch, later bitch, talking like I'm the one to stop to xist ...

Well, I'm not cat-walking back.

Not to the crisis that is yourself.

If you take one good luck at my ass ...

I'm gonna kick you to hell!

Your mom loves you, that is true.

That's because she's delusional.

You can not see the good in me.

Goodbye, goodbye. Make sure to leave.

Do you think you've won over me?

Is it all just a joke?

Have all I've been, been a joke to you?

I think so.

Later bitch.

Later bitch, later bitch, see you at the next argument.

Later bitch, later bitch, talking like I'm the one to stop to xist ...

Oh yes, you say I'm the petty one.

But with your edgy jokes you go "bla, bla, bla" but, no, no, no, I'm the pathetic one ... when it's all engraved into my brain forever.

Tell me, how long is yours going for?

You say life is for your thing

And then you wonder why I do nothing.

As if you don't know how I'm working.

Tell me, why do you act like you're the star?

Told me how you're not good enough.

Then told me how I'm not good enough.

Yes, your personality's not good enough

Happy or sad? Not good enough!

Fun or silent? Not good enough!

Silence or me? Not good enough!

Me or them? Not good enough!

Later bitch.

Later bitch, later bitch, see you at the next argument.

Later bitch, later bitch, talking like I'm the one to stop to xist ...

You're the same. You're the same, you're the same.

So please fuck off!

You're the same. You're the same, you're the same!

So please fuck off!

You're the same, you're the same, you're the same!

So please fuck off!

You're the same, you're the same, you're the same!🎶

UPDATE 3: I don't know how to continue this, who's gonna win, etc.

Does anyone have any ideas?

Part 3

Scotch Tape's Stamp Of Approval:🚧

Duct Tape's Stamp Of Approval: 🏗

"Does mister sportsguy have any evidence to support his claims?" Jebediah whispered something to Darlen.

"No he does not." Darlen revealed nervously.

"BUUUUUT! I'm pretty sure - no wait, I mean WE'RE pretty sure miss Whitman ..." Darlen then started rapping.

🎶Can be a witness, for us to witness, miss Whitman's mess, like the mess she made in her knickers, after being unconscious, GOD BLESS!🎶 Darlen quickly yelled out the last part.

"Hm, an epic rap AND you have a point. Does SHE have anything to counter?"

"I-I-I-I-I-I don't want to fight him, Svante!" She whispered.

"You'll have to. Screenshot City does not take punishments lightly." He said back to her, as he cleaned his triangular glasses.

"Listen, Svante, I'd rather endure TORTURE than for him to be hurt! I don't want to do this!"

"Sara, just trust me, for bark's sake!"

"Okay, fine! I counter that with the fact that he kidnapped me to another world. Sooooo HOT by the way, but I'm still a little confused."

"Hm." Svante said.

"Miss Whitman was unconscious, needing medical help, but instead of being brought to the hospital, she was RIPPED from her world, and KIDNAPPED here, while all she, in her humble life wanted to do, was shop at a store." The crowd discussed this, and Darlen got visibly more nervous, while Jebediah showed Sara his clean teeth in anger, which made Sara blush.

"Order in court. Any counters?" Darlen panicked and frantically talked with the calm, ugly blond, and only a few squeaks and voicecracks from Darlen the lawyer was heard. Que then turned quir head.

"Uhm, yes ... Scotch, Jeb wants a blanket." Jebediah's waiter nodded, and rushed out of the court door.

"Our counter is: Sara is a piece of shit. SHE'S A STALKER, FOR GOD'S SAKE! AND NOT EVEN LITERALLY FOR GOD'S SAKE!" the crowd talked again.

"Lawyer Momentum, you do realize that you JUST mentioned his previous accusation? That does NOT count as a counter-argument." The judge said.

The lawyer got even more nervous.

"Yes, but even though we all know Jebediah kidnapped her, she would NOT have gotten PROPER justice, if she wasn't brought HERE." As the crowd talked more, Sara looked over at her lawyer, who got more nervous.

"I'm not gonna be payed well for this ..." he mumbled to himself.

"Lawyer Davion, do you have anything to say?"

"SARA, HELP ME THE BARK OUT HERE!" he whisper-shouted to Sara.

"I DON'T KNOW! I LOVE HIM!" she whisper-shouted back.

"Oh for bark's sake, I'm not gonna win this case ... okay, counter with ... THE HOSPITAL! The hospital, yes!" He looked at the judge.

"Judge Cairbre, Sara was not brought to the hospital, even though it says IN THE LAW, that any new-comer has the RIGHT to be treated at one!" He commented, and lawyer Darlen Momentum was extremely nervous, and rambling about possible death.

"He can take her to the hospital after this?" The counter-argument came out more like a question, but based on creature's reactions, that seemed to be a solid argument.

"AND, if she's a stalker and whatnot, she doesn't DESERVE the hospital, does she?!" Darlen added.

"AND!"

"Oh dog, there's more ..." Svante mumbled.

"In his eyes, based on his experience, at least in his claims, Sara IS a stalker, and since Jebediah knew this ..."

"Bark my life ..." Svante whispered.

"And Jebediah is NEW, he barely knew this place, and the rules anyway, but also, since he thought of Sara as a stalker, he wouldn't have gotten her in the hospital anyway, and THAT is his motivation!"

"Okay, that's enough countering -"

"AND Jebediah is cool, AND not a stalker, though we don't have evidence, AND, my friend, as both a lawyer, a citizen, a person, AND the captain of power, AND Screenshot City, AND the reason this entire place, along with YOU exist. I'm not gonna abuse my power or anything, but that's gonna put some points in our favor."

"Okay, dank, lawyer Momentum. Davion?

"My reputation is DEAD ..."

"Just as long as this case is over! I LOVE HIM!"

"Wait, THAT'S IT!" Svante Davion's body-language indicated happiness.

"Judge Cairbre, with all due respect, Sara did stupid things, because she is IN LOVE with sportsguy." The judge turned to Darlen Momentum after getting to know this information.

"Just because she has a crush on him?! I mean, come on! IT'S JUST A CRUSH, and that doesn't necessarily mean she can do bad things! Jeb, my brother, doesn't like her back, AND IS OPEN ABOUT IT! In one of the most queer-accepting countries: Denajabark. He's not interested, he's queer, AND WHO EVEN LIKES JEBEDIAH THAT WAY ANYWAY?! I'm talking about JEBEDIAH! He's UGLY, UNSEXY, COMPLETELY ROMANTICALLY UNATTRACTIVE, and, might I add, even ROMANTICALLY REPULSIVE -"

"Alright, thanks, my valued friend." Jebediah spoke sarcastically.

"No talking in court for you, besides to your lawyer, mister sportsguy. Your lawyer speaks for, and represents you."

"Yes, Jebediah. And might I add how no one has any REAL crushes on him?!" Jebediah frowned more, annoyed at his own lawyer.

"The people who claim that, only have desperation and lust. Remember: I speak for Jebediah." Jebediah frowned even more at his lawyer's smug "speaking for him".

"And he's SO unattractive that -"

"Here's your blanket." Scotch said.

"Thank you - I mean: dank." Darlen said and took the blanket, after using Jebediah's counter-arguments to roast him in court.

"Hm, seems like lawyer Momentum slaughters both the client and the rival in court." Judge Siarl commented.

"That's why it's best to hire ME! If one can afford me, of course." Sara wanted to throw Darlen to the moon.

She whispered to her lawyer.

"Miss Whitman counters with: he's amazing, unlike that client-roasting lawyer, and it's not Whitman's fault that que can't see that." The crowd reacted to that burn. Darlen Momentum's expression indicated hostility.

🎶I am aro, I am ace, I have taste, unlike Whitman! Gonna win this case, get a taste of this VICTORY! Roasting my client? Yes, if it's the truth! I'm just spitting out proof! That's what lawyers do! 'Course you never knew! Acting like he's gonna bite, and that's irrational. Well, Sara Whitman, YOU HIT THE DOG!" Sorry for self-defense when you can't take a "no". That queerphobia ain't gonna even cover, that you can't take a hint though ...🎶 Scotch put sunglasses on Darlen, after Darlen Momentum's rap-bars.

"But ... but my client is young! And -"

"Should understand that she shouldn't do THAT! I'm sorry Svante, I'll try my best to help you afterwards, and you ARE my friend, but there's no way you're winning this case." Svante fixed his suit.

"Svante ... what would happen to me if I would be accused?"

"Death, Sara, my client."

"DEATH?!"

"Death for invasion of privacy, extreme emotional damage, the possible leaks of important documents, and other things."

"Emotional damage?" Sara gently asked.

"Yes. Why else does Jebediah look like THAT?" Sara took a look at her crush Jebediah.

He had tears in his eyes, and looked fearful, while his lawyer bitch was re-assuring him, and with his waiter Scotch not being allowed communication in court, but still looking at him.

"I ... didn't realize that. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I didn't want to hurt him, I -"

"That's GOOD! We can definitely use that in court!" He turned his dog-head.

"My miss Whitman didn't know nor mean any harm, you see, as that was merely displays of affection."

"How COULD SHE POSSIBLY NOT KNOW, Lawyer Davion?!"

"Bark ..." he cursed, and turned to Sara again.

"You're a horrible lawyer!"

"You're a horrible dance-walker." Sara then got an idea.

"Request that ... question ... thing ..."

"My client would like to have an opportunity to ask sportsguy's lawyer a few questions."

"Request accepted. Lawyer Momentum?"

"I am ready ... and it's not like I have a damn CHOICE."

"Miss Whitman may now ask questions to lawyer Darlen Momentum."

"Do you have a crush on Jebediah?" Something inside of Darlen Momentum's soul seemed to snap.

"WHAT?" Que asked in disbelief.

Sara heard the voices around her say:

"Oh no ...", "she's dead yet again...", "lawyer Momentum won this case in my opinion.", "calm down.", "my future as a lawyer is destroyed.", "I hate you so much, Sara!", and other things.

"Do you have a crush on sportsguy, lawyer Momentum?" Sara repeated.

"Are you SERIOUSLY asking that?!" Sara Whitman's dog of a lawyer held up a piece of paper that said "deny or you're just dead!", and Sara shook her head.

"I deny that." She said.

"What's the REAL question then, Whitman?" The Canis Familiaris judge asked.

"I .." she looked at the curious Scotch.

"I ..." she looked at a random face in the crowd.

"I uhm ..." she looked at the black and blue creature, expression still unknown.

"Uh ..." she looked at Duct.

"Uh ..." she looked at the man she saw as delicious.

"Uh ..." she looked back at the judge.

"Mine is ..." she looked at the hopeful Svante.

"It's ..." she looked at the curious Darlen.

"It is ..." she looked at herself.

"Is Jebediah single?" There went a shock-wave through the room, from the force of a face-palm.

"Yes, Jebediah is single." His lawyer answered.

"Is there any more questions?" The judge asked.

"Nein." Sara said, then went back into her seat.

Jebediah now looked annoyed and confused, instead of sad, scared, and angry.

Sara smiled.

"Are there any more arguments?"

"SARA?!" Svante whisper-shouted.

"Uh, what would be Jebediah's fate?"

"Well, he'd be put in jail, AT BEST."

"I can't let him go to jail!"

"You can't let me lose either!"

"I'll do it for love!"

"You'll DIE, Sara!"

"FINE, we just gotta find a different solution."

"To win the case, right?" Sara looked around, and got almost completely distracted by Jebediah's model-looking, clothed, sweat-stained armpit.

"Y-yeah, I have an idea." Svante's eyes were even more open.

"Let's do this then. Let's win the case!"

"Right ..." she swallowed her own spit. She whispered to him.

"We have an argument: is it really FAIR if Whitman didn't know it wasn't okay in Screenshot City, as in the presumed stalking?"

"It's not okay in ANY place!" Darlen M angrily argued.

"But had she known the consequences, and about this place, and about her future kidnapping, she would have not done it."

"Objection. She would have known the consequences would be bad for the both of them, even if the law IS stricter here."

"But she wouldn't have known the law is stricter here."

"But the emotional consequences should have already been enough for her to NOT do that."

"But she thought he liked it."

"HOW STUPID CAN SOMEONE BE?!" The rival lawyer yelled with anger.

"You know how absolutely MORONIC someone like Sara can be! Give her a break! She's gonna need A BOAT to the head just in order to not be queerphobic."

"You have a point, and maybe AT LEAST getting time in jail could get her to change her, quite honestly, mean mind!"

"Sara Whitman, would you object to jail?"

"I-I-if that's the best I can get, and if Jebediah can go too. I want to be with him. ALWAYS."

"How about THIS, lawyer Momentum: Jebediah gets time in jail, and Sara gets even MORE time in jail?" Lawyer Davion proposed.

"OBJECTION AND REFUSAL, I NEED HIM!" Darlen Momentum said sternly.

"Question and argument: what for?"

"Answer and clarification: he helps my mental health."

"Counter-argument, he helps Sara's too."

"But when Jeb is out of jail sooner anyway, what about Sara?"

"Then, YOU get some time with him."

"Does Sara really DESERVE that though? Does SHE deserve HIM?" And what about HIS opinion?" Darlen asked.

"He wouldn't want jail, nor Sara, nor to even COMFORT Sara, while he sees me as a sibling. Not honoring HIS request, would make his mental health so much worse, and does HE really deserve that?!"

"You barely know - WE barely know him, with all due respect."

"And SARA knows him?!"

"She's a STALKER according to him, so I believe she at least somewhat does."

"She's a STALKER, and sees him through rose-tinted glasses, as always as they say."

"And YOU don't?"

"I'm NOT a stalker, and I have a SQUISH NOT a crush - wait ..." Darlen Momentum just realized que admitted having a squish on him.

"... SHIT!" the room was completely silent, except Jebediah's "I knew it. I feel the same way, however, aren't we friends already? You said during our case that we were, and you told me, and showed, that I was your squish when we hung out."

"... we are?"

"Homie, WHAT?!"

"We're ... we're ... we ARE friends?!"

"You - you thought - you SERIOUSLY thought ... that we weren't anything more than acquaintances?"

"I mean, I had to be SURE, so ..."

"I complemented you."

"Yeah, but -"

"I gave you my credit card."

"Maybe you were just being overly generous."

"I told you to call me your brother." Que smiled at the memory.

"Well, that was what YOU -"

"We hung out."

"I just wanted to see what kind of person you were -"

"We hugged."

"It was YOUR idea! YOU wanted to hug!"

"You wanted to hug too."

"You have NO proof, mister sportsguy!"

"Well, lawyer Momentum, that is factually incorrect."

"What's your proof then?"

"I'll repeat some proof: you called me your friend ... DURING A COURT CASE ... WHILE BEING A LAWYER ... WHICH WAS MEANT TO BE A COUNTER-ARGUMENT!"

"... SHIT, I have no counter-arguments for THAT!" He patted quir head.

"I HAVE ..." Sara Whitman impulsively revealed. Jebediah's head instantly snapped over to her. Sara blushed heavily.

"YOU'RE NOT FRIENDS!" she screamed, with tears.

Jebediah stood up, despite his supposed friend's warnings, and then went over to Sara.

"What are we then, SARA?"

"You-you act like more than -"

"So, BEST FRIENDS, Sara?"

"More than that."

"Best friends destined by God?"

"M-"

"There is NOTHING higher than that, Sara! NOTHING!" he yelled.

"S-sure, but you just act so close and-"

"Do you have any siblings, Sara?"

"Y-yes."

"Do you ever hug them, Sara?"

"Yes, why is that-"

"WHY DO YOU NOT THINK I CAN BE CLOSE WITH SOMEONE WHO IS FEMALE AND WHO ISN'T RELATED TO ME, SARA?!" he started yelling again, and with anger, again.

"She's just -"

"Que is."

"You're just so affectionate and-"

"Do dogs demand pets from you, Sara?"

"Y-yes but, they're dogs, and -"

"ARE YOU AWARE OF HOW STUPID YOU SOUND?! LIKE MY BRAIN ISN'T DIFFERENT! SURE, GO AND SAY MY BRAIN WORKS EXACTLY LIKE YOURS, WELL, IF YOU HAD ONE!"

"You're just - "

"NOT VERY CASUAL?! DO YOU REALLY EXPECT ME TO CALM DOWN?!"

"Y-yes, uhhh, not that romance is better, or more, but - "

"HOW CAN I CALM DOWN WHEN I'M FEELING LIKE THIS?!" He threw an empty can of pepper spray, from his bag, to a light switch in the courtroom that said "PART-AY MODE!".

The blond/blonde began singing, as background noise became the instrumental part of the song.

(Basically just a parody of this: youtu.be/r5UxchTu4Cg)

🎶You told me you wanna date me, well ...🎶 he began singing.

🎶I don't care at all, I just wanna have friends.🎶 he continued.

🎶You saw my squish, told me some bullshit.🎶 everyone just continued watching the in-court chaos unfold.

🎶I'm not your bad boy just because you saw my butt.🎶 Sara blushed after he sang that.

🎶I don't want your calls, I don't want to be spanked.🎶 everyone got more surprised at how explicitly he just sang.

🎶I don't care at all, I just want my best friend.🎶 he looked at the crowd.

🎶Too late, too late ...🎶 he seemed to get a bit happy.

🎶Won't give in, won't give in ...🎶 he seemed to get a bit more happy.

🎶Too late, too late ...🎶 the lighting was synced to the music.

🎶Won't give in ...🎶 he got on the courtroom dance floor.

🎶So whom's the best, best, BEST out of my homies?!🎶 was the chorus.

🎶Well, yeah, my homies! I love my homies!🎶 he sang happily.

🎶I just want the best, best, BEST of all my homies!🎶 he continued singing.

🎶Well, yeah, my homies! I love my homies!🎶 he repeated happily.

🎶You want to bomb them all.🎶 Sara was hypnotized by his injured elbow for a second.

🎶Bomb, bomb, bomb them all, hey. You want to bomb them all.🎶 Sara looked at his mouth, and sighed, at the dreamy fact that Jebediah could biologically eat bologna.

🎶Bomb, bomb, bomb them all, yeah.🎶 he improvised.

🎶You get so extremely high because of guys.🎶 the second verse started.

🎶You think I wanna waste time, do you even know me?!🎶 he exclaimed whilst singing.

🎶Don't call me "mi amor"!🎶 Sara blushed harder, because she knew she had done exactly that.

🎶Rejected, however, you still came for some.🎶 a flash of anger was visible in Jebediah's body-language.

🎶You think you just found the right bae guy.🎶 he scoffed.

🎶You're gonna need yourself some therapy.🎶 he stared, but she pissed herself out of excitement as well as "excitement".

🎶Too late, too late ...🎶 the pre-chorus started.

🎶Won't give in, won't give in ...🎶 he sang passionately as always.

🎶Too late, too late ...🎶 that part sounded a bit differently.

🎶WON'T GIVE IN ...🎶 then, the chorus started.

🎶So who's the best, best BEST out of my homies?!🎶 he then sang.

🎶Well, yeah, my homies! I love my homies!🎶 he danced as if he was in an animation meme, completely with appropriate and appropriately timed poses.

🎶I just want the best, best, BEST of all my homies!🎶 he continued singing, but it would've been more weird if he didn't.

🎶Well, yeah, my homies! I love my homies!🎶 most of the creates in the room didn't doubt that, and wondered why he stated the obvious.

🎶You want to bomb them all.🎶 he moved side to side as a dance.

🎶Bomb, bomb, bomb them all, hey.🎶 the background also continued.

🎶You want to bomb them all.🎶 his beautiful voice continued.

🎶Bomb, bomb, bomb them all, yeah.🎶 then, the music changed.

🎶You've fallen even more ...🎶 he walked towards Sara.

🎶What you've done is evil ...🎶 he claimed.

🎶So who is the best, girl?🎶 his head tilted.

🎶W-well, who do you like most?!🎶 Sara got nervous.

🎶You've fallen even more ...🎶he repeated in song.

🎶What you've done is evil ...🎶 he stated.

🎶So who is the best, girl?!🎶 he asked Sara.

🎶Well, who do you like most?!🎶 he didn't answer.

Then, the chorus started. He got almost everyone in court to dance with him.

The theme song for this "book" Description: Also posted on my parody page thing, this didn't happen, but it's nice to have bonus content, especially since I can't update, because I don't know how this is gonna continue nor end, and I'm okay with suggestions! Hopefully, y'all like this parody, and if you're shocked as to why there seems to be so much singing in this "book", it's because of what DM said to Sara about Screenshot City, in chapter 2. Link in case you want more parodies: Downloadable song lyrics but I ruined them (I ALSO TAKE REQUESTS)

Edit: Shit, forgot to add, this is a The "Good" In "Goodbye" parody.

Judge Siarl Cairbre: 🎶You got proof on your hands, how do you plead?🎶

Lawyer Darlen Momentum: 🎶Girl, it's like treason how you treated him!🎶

Judge Siarl Cairbre: 🎶More than eight non-mundane Mondays, more than nine days of the week.🎶

Lawyer Svante Davion: 🎶His tantrum's getting old.🎶

(In the background) Manifique Gerald: 🎶He acts all bitter, no sweet.🎶

(In the background) Caleb Colesaw: 🎶You're killing his vibe ... in ways words cannot describe ...🎶

Lawyer Darlen Momentum: 🎶But I'll try ... I'll try ...🎶

Client Jebediah the sportsguy: 🎶You put the "me" in "nemesis", you put the "lose" in "loser". Ain't no "i" in "trouble", just the "u", since we met. 'Cause you're a stalker, girl, I ain't even gonna try to find the ... "g-o-o-d" in "goodbye". You put the "me" in "nemesis", you put the "lose" in "loser". Ain't no "i" in "trouble", just the "u", since we met. 'Cause you're a stalker, girl, I ain't even gonna try to find the ... "g-o-o-d" in "goodbye".

Svante Davion: 🎶Would you take a bullet for him, just to prove your love?🎶

Manifique Gerald: 🎶Either way, please find out, he's the one holding the gun.🎶

Svante Davion: 🎶SARA, YOU CAN'T EVEN FOCUS!🎶

Darlen Momentum: 🎶Take some time in jail, for him!🎶

Manifique Gerald: 🎶These creatures, they have noticed, all the shit you couldn't see!🎶

Jebediah the sportsguy: 🎶You put the "me" in "nemesis", you put the "lose" in "loser". Ain't no "i" in "trouble", just the "u", since we met. 'Cause you're a stalker, girl, I ain't even gonna try to find the ... "g-o-o-d" in "goodbye". You put the "me" in "nemesis", you put the "lose" in "loser". Ain't no "i" in "trouble", just the "u", since we met. 'Cause you're a stalker, girl, I ain't even gonna try to find the ... "g-o-o-d" in "goodbye".

(In the background) Caleb: 🎶You're killing his vibe ... in ways words cannot describe ...🎶

Lawyer Darlen: 🎶But I'll try ... I'll try ...🎶

Client Jebediah: 🎶You put the "me" in "nemesis", you put the "lose" in "loser". Ain't no "i" in "trouble", just the "u", since we met. 'Cause you're a stalker, girl, I ain't even gonna try to find the ... "g-o-o-d" in "goodbye". 🎶

I have an idea for a continuation

Last chance to get what YOU want, in this! Videos Sara Whitman: Pretty Little Psycho edit (just for fun)

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PART 4 (LAST/FINAL PART, WHICH IS SHORT) "That ... was epic ... and broke several laws."

"It proved his point, though, so, TECHNICALLY, perhaps you can ... well, just let that happen." lawyer Darlen Momentum suggested.

"I suppose ..." they looked down at Sara Whitman.

"Sara ... that counter has made things, so that I think, that I have the final judgement ... YOU are the one who is about to be deemed as guilty, and that means, that client Jebediah Sportsguy, can choose your punishment - but with limited options, which may include death."

"But ... Siarl - LAWYER Siarl ... what about HIM?!"

"He gets nothing."

"No ... NO, YOU CAN'T DO THAT, TO ME!"

"Oh, right, he can't ... since you saw the city, we have to make sure, you don't say SQUAT, to people ..."

"Well, no one is gonna believe her anyway, even if they think that her stalking me, is alright." "Okay ... then Jebediah Sportsguy has options ..."

"GOOD ... I already have the best idea ..."

"ONE LAST CHANCE! GIVE ME ONE LAST CHANCE!" Sara Whitman protested.

"I JUST NEED ONE MORE CHANCE, TO PROVE MYSELF!"

"This is SCREENSHOT CITY COURT, miss Whitman ... so, go do that."

"I ..." everyone looked around, at each other.

🎶You got proof on your hands, how do you plead?🎶 Judge Siarl Cairbre put the front limbs, together.

🎶Girl, it's like treason how you treated him!🎶 Lawyer Darlen Momentum failed at not being angry.

🎶More than eight non-mundane Mondays, more than nine days of the week.🎶 Judge Siarl Cairbre added, just in case, after looking at paper.

🎶His tantrum's getting old.🎶 Lawyer Svante Davion looked at Jebediah.

🎶He acts all bitter, no sweet.🎶 that 30-49 year old human, commented, in the background.

🎶You're killing his vibe ... in ways words cannot describe ...🎶 The one with a blue question-mark's voice, sounded distorted.

🎶But I'll try ... I'll try ...🎶 the bitching coward sang quietly, and scared.

🎶You put the "me" in "nemesis", you put the "lose" in "loser". Ain't no "i" in "trouble", just the "u", since we met.🎶 the Shrexy sportsguy began singing, with his majestic, vocally un-trained vocal chords.

🎶 'Cause you're a stalker, girl, I ain't even gonna try to find the ... "g-o-o-d" in "goodbye".🎶 Sara was hypnotized by his perfect singing.

🎶You put the "me" in "nemesis", you put the "lose" in "loser". Ain't no "i" in "trouble", just the "u", since we met. 'Cause you're a stalker, girl, I ain't even gonna try to find the ... "g-o-o-d" in "goodbye".🎶 the beat drop, and the lighting of the courtroom, that matched the beat, made Jebediah seem so hawt.

There was silence.

🎶Would you take a bullet for him, just to prove your love?🎶 Svante Davion suddenly asked, as if in a worried hurry, to find a cure for a disease, or something.

🎶Either way, please find out, he's the one holding the gun.🎶 one of the only humans, commented his opinion, in the background, again, even though no one asked, but Sara mostly thought about her crush's genitalia.

🎶SARA, YOU CAN'T EVEN FOCUS!🎶 her eyes snapped over, to Svante Davion.

🎶Take some time in jail, for him!🎶 the human bitch insisted.

🎶These creatures, they have noticed, all the shit you couldn't see!🎶 the human human exclaimed.

🎶You put the "me" in "nemesis", 🎶 Jebediah got up from his seat.

🎶you put the "lose" in "loser". 🎶 he rolled the chair away, I don't know, this courtroom is basically just accommodated for drama.

🎶Ain't no "i" in "trouble", just the "u", since we met. 🎶 he was walking over to Sara.

🎶'Cause you're a stalker, girl, I ain't even gonna try to find the ...🎶 his swoop moved, because his head moved, and physics exist.

🎶 "g-o-o-d" in "goodbye". 🎶 he was near a different chair.

🎶You put the "me" in "nemesis", 🎶 he jumped over the seat.

🎶you put the "lose" in "loser". 🎶 he sat on the chair, and rolled himself across the courtroom.

🎶Ain't no "i" in "trouble",🎶 the chair rolled into a wall.

🎶 just the "u", since we met.🎶 he stood up on the chair.

🎶 'Cause you're a stalker, girl, I ain't even gonna try to find the ...🎶 he spun around, and danced dramatically, on the chair.

🎶 "g-o-o-d" in "goodbye". 🎶 he jumped off the chair.

🎶You're killing his vibe ... in ways words cannot describe ...🎶 the question-mark one seemed sad.

🎶But I'll try ... I'll try ...🎶 that bitch seemed so aggressive, like the bitch was on the verge of barking.

🎶You put the "me" in "nemesis", you put the "lose" in "loser". 🎶 Jebediah was slowly walking back, to where he originally used to sit.

🎶Ain't no "i" in "trouble", just the "u", since we met.🎶 the whole crowd instantly sang along, on that verse, staring at her, with the same emotion, as she scanned their faces, slowly, from left to right .

🎶 'Cause you're a stalker, girl, I ain't even gonna try to find the ... "g-o-o-d" in "goodbye". 🎶 the song ended.

"... I have nothing." Sara admitted.

"I declare that Sara Whitman is guilty, and should ..."

"Social-distance. I decide the distance, and for how long." "WHY?! Even though no one will believe her, with the whole Screenshot City thing, SHE COULD STILL HAVE BEEN DEAD!"

"Well, little one ..." he smiled, and stared at Sara Whitman's horrified face.

"For her, not being able to interact with me, be near me, nor even TALK about all of this, is worse than death, in her opinion. I KNOW she's like that ..." he said, happily.

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long ass post about the original designs of my ocs (these are only the ones i've redesigned later, also not 100% accurate to the original designs because picrews have their limits but i was too lazy to draw them lol)

valerian (rian) started as john. still a vampire but with a whole different skin tone and everything. he used to look so boring omg. also at one point i almost cut him out of the whole story but instead i ended up changing him so much im not sure if it even counts as a redesign anymore lol.

mirabel was always named mirabel years before encanto came out and at the time i didnt know it was an actual name lol, originally as a nickname of miranda isabel but now it's just her actual name. also she was always a fairy, but once again her whole appearance changed (except her style). also her "theme color" went from pink to yellow, only because i wanted the six most important characters to make up a rainbow lol.

olga started as jane. she remained pretty similar except i got rid of the bangs and gave her shorter hair. i think i also made her taller but its hard to tell because my ocs used to not have set heights/height differences because i never drew them. once again, her power (shapeshifting) stayed the same, just like everyone else's.

i've mentioned this a lot i think, but ari started off as a boy (thats the backstory of why i made her trans). her appearance didnt change too much more than what transitioning would change about her. i gave her glasses back when she was still going to be a guy, but originally i dont think she had them.

and finally, lynn. her appearance didnt change a whole lot actually, but her role did. shes still an important character but she was originally going to be the protagonist. (also, i mostly draw her grey/posessed version but she has light brown hair normally). her name spelling kept changing between Lyn and Lynn, but i settled on Lynn. at some point i also gave her vitiligo but it's not visible on her grey version because all color is basically sucked out of her. when shes her regular self, she does have it though (unless i forget to add it while coloring her because its really hard to remember what details i kept vs what i didnt, but she is supposed to have vitiligo, so feel free to beat me with a stick if i draw her non-posessed version without it).

the last one of the old main cast would be edward but all i changed was give him glasses, and i made him way less important to the story. he got replaced by ellie as a major character because ellie had a lot more personality at the time. also, lynn got replaced by kiara who didn't even exsist originally. i drew kiara during a class one time and i liked her design so much i wanted to add her to this story, and lynn felt boring so she got replaced by her.

all of these ocs were originally inspired by the appearance of people i saw irl (as most of my ocs are), but the redesigns thankfully made them a bit more unique.

also its kinda funny because one could say my current oc lineup is "forced representation" (which is stupid, yes, but one could say this shit) but actually it was completely accidental. like i individually redesigned all of them, i didnt even have the other characters or the goal of representation in mind lol. like i made mirabel fat at one point "because why not", and then happened to get inspired from a black girl's tiktok so i made her black as well. like i just kept adding things to each of them until it felt right, and i accidentally ended up with a diverse and fun to draw cast of characters. and like i was already planning to make ari and olga a couple, so when i changed ari to be a girl i just decided to make olga a lesbian (ari was already bisexual before i even made her trans, so i didnt need to change anything about her). and then it was like "what if ellie has a gf? and what if its kiara?" (ellie has also always been bi) idk how it took me so long to realise im bisexual when i kept making my favorite ocs bi lol

so yeah. thats it for the embarrassing original designs of my main ocs. they look much cooler now because i got better at drawing people but i think its interesting/fun to look back to where i started

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Episode Bradley Fisher [ Young God (a little death) Chapter 6 ]

Summary: Bradley’s first impression of Kenny

Note: Since we were talking about Bradley, I figured now’s the time to release this short! It’s not much, but I figured it’s like an appetizer since we’ll be in Bradley’s head soon

Butters preferred guys who are blonde.

It was an assumption, but not one made without any proof. Every magazine Butters stared at featured men whose hair was so blonde it almost looked white. But Butters didn’t want it to be white, he wanted a soft blonde with no brassy undertones and no hint of grey. It was a complicated color to reach.

Bradley is born blonde, but not the right shade. His is an unflattering yellow that makes it look borderline brown in the sun. Because of that fact alone, he has a shoebox full of brightening masks, products for color-treated hair, and shampoo with chamomile for blond hair. Being the Blonde Butters wanted demands a certain investment.

So, when he first laid eyes on Kenny and found that he possessed hair the exact shade of blonde Butters liked—he wondered if he had to do what Bradley did, too. If Kenny had to dedicate 3 hours out of every two weeks to dye his roots so it looks as if his hair was natural. Or if he was simply born that way. But then, he began to wonder if Butters had only liked this shade of hair because it was Kenny’s. Either or did not make Bradley happy.

Kenny McCormick, as Bradley easily found out, is the resident playboy of South Park. He’s an inferno, a fire that burns so hot it draws all the oxygen from the room. There's no question as to how he's been able to have any girl, anytime, anywhere. There's an exciting magnetism to him that Bradley has never seen present in any other being he’s come across, one that is especially non existent in himself.

He’s funny, adventurous, and has the kind of tempting charm not a lot of people have the power to resist. And to add on top of that, he’s mysterious and devastatingly handsome to boot. Those were not exaggerated praises either, they all came from the mouths of girls who were more than happy to answer his questions.

“Kenny?” His classmate from 6 period perked up upon the mention of the name. “Oh, he’s a sweetheart. Probably the easiest person to get along with out of that group. He knows everyone just like how everyone knows him. You’ll like him!”

“You sound so confident.” He pointed out.

“Because I am.” She replied easily, crossing her arms. “Unless you’re, you know, one of the boyfriends of the girls he slept with.”

A playboy with a habit of visiting plenty of beds. Now isn’t that something?

No matter how many times he asked, or how many ways he did, all good words were spoken for Kenny. He’s talented in soccer, they say. The life of the party, one exclaimed. He’s reclusive when he wants to be, and his skills in bed are—well, Bradley won’t finish that sentence.

It didn’t take long at all from him to put two and two together. That the boy who Butters had a crush on from even back then was the same boy he’s looking at right now.

Kenny glares at him from across the lunch table, most likely wishing Bradley would drop dead from a heart attack here and now. He’s so possessive over Butters it was almost comical. They didn’t even have a proper conversation with each other and Bradley knew. He ought to say he’s never had anyone dislike him so strongly or out right until now. He could almost laugh.

There’s a girl by his side who clings to his arms, and Bradley has to fight the constant urge to shake her off. She had gotten too comfortable far too quickly. But he couldn’t do that, because gentlemen don’t do that. And Butters deserved a gentleman. Bradley remembered that’s what he wanted.

“Bradley, you have to come to Token’s party. It’s like, the best party in all of South Park. No, all of Colorado.” A girl with blonde hair exclaims. His eyes slide to Butters to gauge his reaction. Would Butters be there? Did Butters like people who go to parties?

“She’s exaggerating.” Token chimed in. Bradley still couldn’t figure out Butters feelings from studying his expression, which leaves Bradley one option. “It’s just like any other party, but you can come if you want, dude.”

Pretending to have to think about it, Bradley turns to to look Butters straight on. It makes him nervous, he won’t front. Something about looking at the object of your affections dead on when you’ve only been staring at him through a picture in your wallet will do that to you. “Will you be there, Butters?”

Immediately after the question is out, Bradley could see Kenny visibly tense up. Butters too, seemed to hesitate at his answer. “Um…Sure. Yes, I’ll be there.”

It’s settled. “Then I’ll be there.”

Stan turns to Kenny. “What about y—“

“I’m going.” Kenny said, cutting his friend off. Then he coughs, and more casually this time mends his tone, “I mean, yeah of course I’ll be there.”

Everything Kenny felt towards Bradley was clear on his face. He’s practically an open book, at this point. Bradley has to avert his eyes or risk laughing in the guys face, which he could only imagine would piss a guy like Kenny off more. People say he can be impassive and quiet, but so far, Bradley has seen none of that.

When he calms himself enough to look back, Butters is whispering something into Kenny’s ears.

Bradley has to look away once again, for an entire different reason, this time.

[satuguro]

*ೃ࿐ BLUE MONDAY

[ ACT I: A HELPING HAND ]

ethan landry x reader

#SYNOPSIS— richie compares you to wednesday addams, you don't know how to socialize, ethan wants you to teach him how to smoke, and you and ethan find something you weren’t supposed to see.

#CONTAINS— murder, gore!!!!, satire (!!), familial issues (mentioned more later on), mentions of anxiety/ptsd, richie x reader (one sided), stalker behavior, fake dating later on (maybe), suggestive content

#AUTHORSNOTE— a tiktok edit that wasn't even related to scream gave me this idea. but feel free to ask to be on the taglist! i also posted this earlier but i didn't mean to oops

your hands shook violently as you dropped the bloodied sculpture.

what had you done? how could you have done such a horrible thing?

your world, once full of monotonous colors, a life full of black, grey, and white, was suddenly stained crimson. and it was all over the floor, all over your hands, and the sculpture that was once such a beautiful white marble was suddenly colored red.

it was a sculpture of ophelia from shakespeare's hamlet, her once delicate face now splattered red with your father's blood. his body laid on the white tile, the crimson seeping into the grout. like roadkill, he laid unmoving, the huge bloodied mess in the back of his head like squished red jello covered in strawberry jam. your mother's bloodcurdling screams melted into the background as you stared, wide eyed and unblinking, unfazed and unbothered.

good riddance.

were you supposed to knock?

you weren't sure.

the door to the apartment seemed far, as though you couldn't fully reach it without taking a large step forward. but now, the off-white door was right in front of you, as though it was staring into your soul, beckoning for you to come forward, to knock, to enter the possible hell of people waiting on the other side.

you only knew mindy, and yet all the voices on the other side of the door belonged to everyone but mindy. that was only a little bit terrifying.

the door continued to stare at you as you stood outside the apartment.

you had been standing there for nearly 8 minutes now, just mentally preparing yourself to knock. fingers twiddled with one of your rings, rolling it back and forth across your knuckles. down to the pinky, back up to the pointer finger, you continuously rolled it, taking in steady breaths and steady inhales. you could do this. you could knock and make yourself known to mindy's entire friend group—

"hello?"

never mind. maybe you could make them knock for you.

turning around, your eyes met ice blue ones. a guy— older than you, somewhere in his mid 20s —stood in front of you, a charming (though, the feeling it gave you was the opposite) smile on his face as he looked at you. he had golden brown hair, only mildly curly, as it looked like he used product that didn't quite fit it. everything about him looked perfect but there was something off. you felt that there was something off.

"can you open the door?" you said, the question coming out more as a statement as you nodded towards the entrance.

"most people don't actually open the doors for strangers," the man said with a slight tilt of his head, and you huffed in annoyance at the subtle arrogance that oozed out of him.

"richie, jesus christ at least wait— oh!" another guy walked down the hall, his hands on the straps of his backpack as he walked up to the man in front of you— richie. he was younger than him, but the features between the both of them were almost too alike. they shared the same hair color and hair type (though, the new boy seemed to not put as much effort into his curls as richie did), but their eye colors were different. the other guy had warmer eyes, colored a beautiful hazel that was far more inviting than richie's steely ones.

"you're mindy's new roommate," he said, the frustration that was once on his face disappearing as he held his hand out to you. "i'm ethan," he said with a toothy smile.

slowly, you put your hand in his and shook it once. "strong grip," you stated towards him, making his eyebrows raise in slight surprise.

"oh. thanks!" ethan pulled his hand back, wiping it on his sweater. "and uh, you're y/n."

"yeah." you blinked.

"cool." an unsettling silence encompassed the three of you as you stood in front of them, still blocking their way to the door.

"anyways," richie finally said, breaking the awkward silence as he carefully moved past you. "'scuse me—" he pulled out his keys, your eyes widening in realization that it was his apartment.

at this point, mindy was dead to you. this was too much embarrassment to feel on your first day of meeting her friends, but did they know that? no. your face was completely blank, showing nothing more than indifference as your mind raced with just how horrible of a situation this was. you had to socialize. you had to meet people. and the worst part was that you knew you needed to do it. for the sake of your (lack of) social skills.

their apartment was nice, you realized. decorated with a mix of framed posters of star wars and movies, thrifted rugs and cool lamps that you were sure were thrifted as well. it was well decorated. that was a good conversation starter.

"nice apartment." you stated, making ethan turn to you with a smile (was he always smiling?).

"thanks. it took ages for my sister quinn and i to actually decorate it," ethan said proudly, kicking off his shoes next to you, "richie helped by getting the posters and stuff." his tone changed when he mentioned richie, who you supposed was his brother. was that.. disdain?

you put your shoes on the little shoe rack near the entrance, heart thumping repeatedly in your ears as you finally turned to the living room where everyone was sitting. you could only recognize mindy, anika, her girlfriend, and chad, her twin brother. everyone else were basically strangers.

"hey—" richie began as he walked by the living room. "what's her name again, ethan?" richie asked his brother quietly, who only sighed.

"y/n's here," ethan said, nodding over to where you stood by the entranceway. you raised a hand up in a silent wave, face still feigning indifference as everyone turned to you.

"y/n!" mindy, sitting next to anika on the floor, waved at you with a bright smile on her face. "you were out there already?" she asked you, smile faltering just a bit.

"yeah. didn't wanna intrude." you said dryly, making mindy roll her eyes. she knew better than anyone that you had a little bit of trouble making friends with others. you weren't the type to talk a lot (you were a great listener though), you liked being by yourself, and you were only a little socially awkward.

how you made friends with someone as outspoken as mindy was beyond you.

"y/n, come sit!" anika said excitedly, patting the sofa behind her. you had only talked to her a handful of times, but she was nice. easy to talk to. you began to walk over, socks shuffling over the hardwood floor as you mentally prepared yourself (again) to socialize.

"hey—" ethan began, making you turn to him, eyebrows raised slightly. he looked at you with a sheepish smile, cheeks a slight shade of pink as he asked, "are you staying for dinner?"

".. do you not mind it if i do?" you asked, making ethan shake his head, curls bouncing with him.

"not at all! just wanted to know how many plates i was putting out tonight," ethan said with a reassuring grin, making you nod slowly, hands clasped in front of you.

staring at him with (almost) unblinking you eyes, letting silence wash over the both of you for a few seconds, you said, "thanks."

ethan walked into his kitchen, where quinn was standing, drinking one of her smoothies as she scrolled through her phone. looking up at her younger brother, she raised a brow at the red that decorated his cheeks, a sly smirk tugging at her lips. "you look embarrassed."

"i'm not," ethan said stubbornly, avoiding quinn's eyes as he reached up to get some plates from the cupboard.

richie stood near the stove, mixing something in a pan as ethan moved behind him. "she's pretty," he said, making ethan turn to him in confusion.

"y/n?"

"yeah," richie said with a slight roll of his eyes. "always so slow, ethan," he muttered, making ethan's jaw clench at his condescending words. "she may be a little weird with the whole 'wednesday addams' kind of stare, but she's hot."

now it was quinn's turn to roll her eyes as she moved past her brothers. "and that's my cue to leave. seriously, richie, stop talking about women like that," she grumbled, walking out of the kitchen to introduce herself to you.

"don't you agree, ethan?" richie said as though he didn't hear quinn's grumbles, his tone making ethan huff in annoyance as he set the table for everyone.

"she isn't that weird."

"she barely blinks." richie glanced at you from the kitchen bar, watching as quinn introduced herself to you. you had met everyone else already except sam, who couldn't show up because she was out on some date. not that richie was annoyed by that; they ended their relationship on good terms. he wasn't annoyed. not at all. but even while meeting all these people, you barely managed more than a small, rare smile. "she should smile more."

"if she doesn't want to, then she doesn't want to." the toxic masculinity that practically surrounded his brother almost made ethan want to gag. and if ethan was more brutally honest, he'd safely say that that was one of the many things he hated about his brother.

richie kirsch was not a good person, and despite the fact that blood ran thicker than water, ethan hated him. he hated how arrogant he was, how everyone was blinded by his charm (that was obviously fake), how richie refused to take no for an answer and how everything had to go his way or else all hell would break loose. he hated how cruel he was, even when they were children, and how he could talk himself out of any conversation because richie knows he's intelligent.

ethan and quinn were only living with him because it was the cheaper option compared to dorming at blackmore, but ethan was seriously considering spending thousands of dollars just to move out.

but ethan would never admit that out loud.

you sat quietly at dinner, seated comfortably next to tara (who was just as quiet as you) and ethan, your fork stabbing into the pasta in your bowl. the conversations around you were lively, and you found yourself much more relaxed than you did when you first entered. you knew everyone's names already; tara, quinn, sam (who wasn't there, but tara told you about her regardless), ethan, and richie.

richie, whose stares didn't go unnoticed by you as you ate quietly, listening to people's conversations. you stabbed your pasta again before eating it contentedly, ignoring the way richie's ice cold eyes flickered towards you every once in a while.

"what's your major, y/n?" quinn asked you as she ate, genuine curiosity in her eyes as she waved her fork around.

and suddenly you felt everyone's eyes on you again. pushing down that anxious feeling that bubbled in your chest, you swallowed your food before answering, "psychology with a minor in criminology."

"i assumed you were pretty smart," richie hummed from his seat, but you didn't reply to him, only choosing to nod. you couldn't get rid of that icky feeling in your gut every time he spoke or looked at you; and just by your body language, it showed. you hadn't spoken to him at all ever since you met him.

and richie noticed that. his jaw clenched as he watched you turn your attention to ethan, who spoke with you with a fond smile on his lips.

"you should come with us to the halloween party tomorrow," tara said before she drank her water. "everyone's going except my sister—"

"and me," quinn stated, looking up from her food. she sent them an apologetic smile. "i'm meeting up with tyler again."

anika's eyes nearly popped out of her eyes, and mindy's hand came up to pat her back to avoid the possibility of her choking on her food. "again?! are you fucking kidding me—"

"i thought we told you not to go back! do you not have any self respect?!" mindy said with a groan, their conversation dying into the background as you sent tara a tight lipped smile.

you picked at the pasta in your bowl, "parties aren't really my thing."

"you can stick with us!" ethan said, his hand covering his mouth as he chewed. a twinge of hope was in his eyes. "i kind of suck at drinking anyway so.."

"how do you suck at drinking?" you asked with a slight frown.

"i just do!"

you sighed, still stabbing at the pasta. if you went, you'd have to get through the party. survive it, even. but it was a good opportunity for you to get out of the dorm.. and it would probably help you socialize.

"think of it as like," mindy said, waving her fork towards you, "exposure therapy."

you raised a brow. "i don't think you know how exposure therapy works."

"do i look like a licensed professional?" mindy asked with a roll of her eyes. "it's basically what it is!"

you ended up agreeing to go.

"where's your costume?"

"i'm a rainbow. duh." mindy motioned to her brightly colored sweatshirt, all while trying to keep still as anika did her orange eyeliner. her eyebrows raised, impressed at your costume choice as she took in your pink dress, the crown on your head, and the jug of faux blood you were carrying out of your shared bathroom. "carrie? impressive choice."

"if you blink one more time, min, i swear," anika muttered, making her girlfriend shut up as she swiped the eyeliner over her lid. she turned to you, flashing a grin when she saw the blood. "are we helping you pour that over yourself?"

"yeah, outside," your ring moved back and forth on your knuckles again, the anxiety of going to your first college party making your heartbeat thrum loudly in your ears. the small bag around your body was zipped tightly shut, your joints weighing heavy inside. "i don't wanna have to deal with the mess if we did it in our bathroom," you explained, looking at yourself in the mirror one more time.

"you look good. i'd say i did a really good job," tara said as she laid on your couch, sending you a reassuring smile. glancing down at her phone, she sighed in annoyance. "i thought the boys were supposed to be here by now."

"chad said they had to make ethan a last minute costume," mindy replied, her voice quiet as anika added the last touches to her makeup. "am i done yet?"

you swallowed down your nerves, twirling your ring quicker over your knuckles. back and forth. forward and back. pinky finger to pointer finger. you were lucky enough that you found yourself getting by with mindy's friend group without having to do much talking, but you swore that if anyone approached you at the party you were simply not going to speak. you didn't want to.

three knocks at the door made you look up and walk over with a sigh, opening the door. you came face to face with quinn, who was dressed as a fallen angel, by the looks of it.

"you're here," you said blankly, making quinn shift in embarrassment.

"tyler canceled on me."

"congratulations," you said with a small smile, making quinn snort in amusement.

"thank fuck," anika said with a laugh, pulling away from mindy with a victorious smile. "you're done!"

you opened the door wider for everyone to come inside. chad was dressed as a cowboy, richie as patrick bateman (a choice that made you resist the urge to roll your eyes), and ethan as what seemed to be a cardboard knight.

"what are you?" you asked ethan, the question coming out more rude than you intended, but he didn't seem to mind.

face flushing a light pink, ethan replied, "i ran out of ideas. so chad and i spent the day making me a costume."

"i can tell." you grimaced at your own words, shaking your head to yourself as you shut the door. "sorry. that sounded rude."

"oh, it's okay!" ethan said with a bright smile, one that was so contagious that you couldn't help but manage a smile back. "it's a, uh, very homemade knight costume."

"you look good." you managed to say, tone as monotone as ever, but your words seemed to make ethan's blush darken.

"you do too." he looked at your costume briefly, eyes landing on the jug of faux blood in your left hand. "carrie?"

"yup. i had the dress and i just got the crown from dollar tree," you said with a small shrug.

"good choice," richie hummed, making you turn to him with an indifferent stare. "you look good. i'm sure the blood will really make the costume."

you barely even regarded richie as you nodded. "right." you said, before walking away, not wanting to give him more of your time and effort. there was something so horribly off about him, something that made your stomach churn as though you were suddenly sick. but richie followed you (much to your chagrin), unable to catch your not-so-obvious hints that you were simply not interested.

"can i help you with that?" richie asked you, nodding over to the jug of blood in your hand. there was something hungry in his eyes, as though the idea of you covered in blood— faux or not —was something exciting. something he was looking forward to. "y'know— pouring it all over you."

"actually, we already said we'd help her with it," anika said as she sat next to mindy, forcing a tight lipped smile towards richie. "i don't think she needs another pair of hands to help."

"right." annoyance flashed in richie's eyes at that, and he turned to you with those cold, steely irises again, as though anika's statement wasn't enough of a sign for him to fuck off. "you sure?"

you were good at hiding your emotions. but that talent came at a price as you stared at richie, an unreadable look on your face. the only emotion you showed was the flash of annoyance that flew over your eyes. "you heard her, right?" you stated, your voice as monotone as ever as you stared at richie.

and ethan watched it all, a mix of pride and worry in his chest as he watched you stare at richie as though he was nothing more than the epitome of annoyance.

whatever richie's preconceived notion about you being too socially awkward to stand up for yourself was obviously false.

and just by the challenging glint in richie's eye, he hated that he was wrong.

"we should probably go," quinn said, sending richie a warning glare as she stood up.

the cold night air made you shiver slightly as you stood awkwardly in front of anika, who was grinning a little too wildly for your liking as she held the jug in her hands. "so, how do you wanna do this?" she asked you, practically bouncing with excitement.

"normal carrie style. just pour it over my head," you said, shutting your eyes and bracing yourself for the cold liquid. and once it fell over you, soaking almost your entire body with the blood, you shivered, unable to stop your slight smile when you heard everyone else laugh and cheer. blood dripped from your dress and onto the pavement, creating a mess akin to a murder scene all over the grey concrete.

"now you're ready to go," tara said with a grin, making you open your eyes and look down at yourself. some of your body wasn't bloody, but a good portion of it was, and that was enough for you. it was only mildly uncomfortable, as the faux blood was cold and was already drying, but you were no coward; you’d pull through with the look.

and as you made a small thumbs up at mindy, who was laughing almost maniacally at just how cool you looked, you (for once) failed to notice the hungry way richie was staring at you, because maybe, just maybe, the frat party wouldn't be that bad.

but as you walked in next to tara, you immediately took back your previous belief. not that bad? were you crazy, stupid, or both?

you weren't sure which was worse; the smell of b.o or the fact that you had seen at least 5 people throw up ever since you first walked in. everyone was dressed in a wide variety of costumes except for the frat boys, who only gave it a minimum 15% of their all to their costumes. the bass of the music was the one thing you didn't mind, but what you did mind was whatever horrible spotify playlist they decided to play.

maybe you should've refused to go. but when have you ever made good decisions for yourself?

mindy rolled her eyes as she began dragging you along with her to the drinks table, her other hand holding anika's. there was a wide array of different drinks, from vodka to soju to a huge tub full of jungle juice that looked horribly concerning. "c'mon, y/n, it's not that bad."

"it's pretty bad," you stated blankly, watching as richie immediately left the group, eyes set on a girl dressed up at harry potter.

"take a shot with us and loosen up a 'lil!" tara said, already waving to a few people she knew. she was pretty well known, you realized, which wasn't that surprising.

"aha!" chad lifted up a bottle of teremana tequila proudly, a wild grin on his face as he began getting little shot glasses for everyone. "there's sharpies right there— make sure you write your name down!"

you wrote your name down on the side of the little plastic shot glass before passing it to ethan, who wrote his name with a smiley face at the end. "you said you suck at drinking, right?"

"yeah! i don't really go to parties— chad goes, but i like to stay home and like.. not.. party.." ethan replied over the loud music, managing a sheepish smile as he gave his sharpie to mindy.

"so why're you here then?" you asked as chad poured some of the tequila into your glass.

"i could ask you the same thing!" ethan said with a lopsided smile, eyes not even noticing how much tequila chad was pouring into his glass.

"i need to learn how to, uh, talk to people." you raised your cup to your nose and crinkled it slightly. you hadn't drank for a while, and you found yourself reaching for a chaser before you found yourself gagging at the taste. "you want one?" you asked ethan, already knowing you'd probably stick by his side for the majority of the night.

"sure!" ethan took the sprite you offered him, sending chad a quick smile, signaling that he was ready.

"cheers!" everyone yelled, raising their shot glasses together before raising it to their lips. your face scrunched at the strong taste of alcohol, but you swallowed it before sipping your chaser, feeling some of your friends (were they your friends too? you weren't sure) jump around you excitedly.

"i'm gonna go dance!" quinn yelled, squeezing ethan's shoulder reassuringly before going to the dance floor. "tara, you coming with?"

"of course!"

"let me come too," chad said quickly, sending ethan a quick, almost knowing wink, and with that, they were both gone, along with mindy and anika, who were already claiming the couch as their's.

you only stood awkwardly as people began to leave and socialize, the empty shot glass in your hand acting a visual representation as to how you felt at that moment; empty and smelling mildly of alcohol. you found yourself staring warily at the groups of people around you, hand clenching harder around the plastic cup.

"this is fun," ethan said awkwardly, standing next to you as you both stared at your friends on the dance floor. you looked at him with a raised brow, confusion evident on your face; he seemed like an extravert, so why wasn't he dancing?

"you're not dancing?"

"who's gonna keep you company?"

"i don't need company."

"well, you may not need it, but i can provide it regardless."

you stared at ethan, as though silently challenging him. he was stubborn and horribly charming, you had to give him that, and ethan seemed to know that fact and be proud of it. he seemed innocent, but there was something about the boy that made you realize that he was a lot more cunning that you thought. your lack of a response made the boy smile happily, almost triumphantly, as he nodded to the back of the house. "there's a backyard. you wanna go sit?"

the cold air hit your face, making you fill your lungs with the fresh air. "finally, air that doesn't smell of axe spray." you made your way to the edge of the porch, sitting down and feeling ethan follow after you. thankfully, the backyard was completely empty. there was a burning firepit nearby, which you were sure was a fire hazard, but you were no narc.

ethan removed his cardboard helmet, shaking his head to free his curls. "that was only a bit suffocating," he muttered, placing the helmet next to him before looking at you, his eyes widening when he already found you staring at him.

you had a bit of a staring problem. but ethan was far too nice to tell you.

"hi," he said, making you blink.

"hi." a weird silence passed by the both of you as you sat next to each other on the porch. "d'you mind if i smoke?" you asked ethan, not touching your pack just yet, but still staring intently at him for any signs of uncomfortability.

"if it's cigarettes," ethan said, breaking your strong eye contact to look down sheepishly at his lap. "cigarette smoke gives me a headache."

"understandable." you reached down to your small bag, pulling out a pre-roll and your lighter. of course, your lighter was an aesthetically pleasing zippo lighter (your prized possession). "do you smoke?" you asked him, not quite lighting it yet simply out of decency.

"i'm willing to try!" ethan said with slight eagerness, looking at the pre-roll between your fingers. "just not—"

"cigarettes, right." you managed a small smile, one that made ethan think that maybe he had the staring problem. "i can teach you, if you want."

"really?"

"sure." you moved to face him, ethan's face flushed by the tension he was feeling. his eyes were looking between your eyes and the pre-roll, your ringed fingers holding it delicately between your fingers as you held it up. "you watch me first, yeah?" you placed the pre-roll into your lips.

ethan nodded, lips slightly parted as you flicked your lighter open as though it was second nature, your thumb moving to spark the flame. the lighter lit up between the both of you, the fire warm as you brought the lighter up to meet the pre-roll. as the flame burned its end, the smell of weed and your perfume wafted through the air, almost intoxicating ethan as he stared at you.

you breathed in the smoke, shutting the lighter with one hand while the other took the pre-roll out of your lips. embarrassment bubbled in your stomach at the gaze ethan had as he stared at the smoke coming out of your lips, but like you usually did, you refused to show your emotions, only looking at him curiously.

you made sure not to blow the smoke in his face before handing him the burning pre-roll. "raise it to your lips," you murmured, already feeling yourself relax as ethan took the pre-roll between his fingers. he followed your instructions, swallowing hard as he looked at you.

you weren't oblivious to just how much tension was running between the both of you. it was almost suffocating as you watched his lips wrap around the pre-roll, right over the lipstick stain you left behind. "breathe in steadily."

ethan breathed in the smoke, eyes widening at the feeling before he quickly brought the pre-roll out of his lips, burying his face in his arm as he coughed roughly, the smoke coming out in white puffs of air. your small laugh made ethan say a small, "oh god, i'm sorry!" before he tried to compose himself again, embarrassment flushing his cheeks.

"it's okay," you said, the smile not falling from your face as you watched him amusedly. ethan tried to hide his need to cough, to no avail; he fell into another coughing fit again, making you hum as you took another hit. "that's it. you're gonna be okay."

"i heard coughing makes you feel higher," ethan mumbled, managing to look at you as he cleared his throat. half-lidded hazel eyes stared at you as you breathed out another clean air of smoke, your body much more relaxed than ever. and maybe it was the fact that he had never smoked before, but ethan was staring you with so much wonder, eyes almost shining under the dim light of the night.

"maybe. some people say it's a myth." you turned to him, lips curling up into a smirk when you caught him staring. "want ano—"

the sound of someone retching made the both of you jump and turn around, worry falling over ethan's face when he saw quinn, accompanied by mindy and anika, throwing up off the side of the porch. "quinn," ethan said, rushing over to his sister to rub her back, his other hand easily pulling her red hair away from her face.

"i think she should call it a night," anika said worriedly, rubbing her friend's back comfortingly.

you walked over, watching as quinn threw up more onto the backyard lawn. your hand went out to pat her back awkwardly, brows slightly furrowed as you watched her. "she drank too much too quickly."

"exactly." mindy looked at you with a slight frown. "you think you both can walk her home? i tried to find richie but he's basically nowhere, so.."

"yeah, of course." you took out a hair tie, murmuring a quiet, "i'm gonna tie your hair back, okay?" to quinn as you tied her hair back and away form her face. you already knew where the kirsches lived; you had a good memory.

"text me when you're home," mindy told you both, worry evident on her face. "ani and i need to watch over the other drunk idiots around here. make sure you get home safe."

you nodded as ethan fixed quinn against him, allowing her to use him as a crutch. he was mildly high, most likely due to the fact that he wasn't used to smoking, but his head was clear enough that he was easily steadying his sister in his arm.

"did you smoke?" quinn asked gorggily, making ethan groan as he nodded. she managed a lazy smirk at that. "nice."

"i'll text you," you said to mindy and anika, before helping ethan and steadying quinn on the other side of her body. "you ready?" you asked him, making him nod.

the walk back to their apartment was quick, as they lived near by the frat house. none of you said much other than quinn's slurred words of, "you look good tonight, y/n," and, "ethan, what even are you?" the repetitive quetion didn't even seem to bother ethan as he repeatedly answered, "i'm a knight, q."

ethan unlocked the door with one hand, pushing it open with his leg as he helped you bring quinn inside. messily kicking his shoes aside, ethan said, "we should bring her into her room." that made you nod as you kicked off your own shoes. he led the both of you to quinn's room pushing it open. ethan was careful as he brought his sister to her bed and laid her down.

you sighed as you pulled her comforter over her, making her send you a thankful smile, which you returned. pulling her trashcan out from under her desk, you left it next to her before letting ethan do the rest.

"i can take care of her," ethan said softly, carefully removing quinn's faux wings form her back to allow her to lay down comfortably. "you can like.. wait in my room if you want," he offered with a small smile, noticing your hesitancy in leaving him alone. "don't worry. i'm used to this."

what was that supposed to mean? but you said nothing, choosing to walk out of quinn's room and making your way to ethan's.

which brought up the question; which room was his room?

you blinked as you stared at the two doors down the hall, the last door open and revealing a bathroom. you glanced between the two shut doors, foggy mind barely thinking before you raised your finger and began pointing between the two. "eeny, meeny, miny, moe," you mumbled to yourself, going through the entire rhyme before choosing the door opposite of quinn's.

you walked forward and opened the door, revealing an ambiently lighted room with a few posters and a neatly made bed. everything was pretty organized— something you didn't really expect from ethan, but oh, well, who were you to judge? —and you only continued to observe as you sat on his grey bedsheets.

you observed his posters curiously, coming eye to eye with various horror characters like hannibal lecter, patrick bateman, freddie krueger, and carrier. those were the only designs up on his walls; no photos, no other movie genres, just horror and the villains.

you stood up to stare at one poster in particular, eyebrows furrowing and hazy mind focusing on the american psycho poster. but as you stood up, your sock clad foot, hit against something under his bed, making you frown and turn around, especially when you realized that your foot was wet.

raising the comforter a little bit to inspect further, you failed to notice the door creaking open, ethan's eyes widening when he found you. the light from the hallway bled into the dimly lit bedroom, casting an elongated light on the hardwood floor.

"oh, i probably should've told you where my room is," ethan said with a small laugh, "this is richie's room." his smile faltered when he noticed that you weren't even paying attention, your eyes focused on whatever was under the bed. "y/n?"

"ethan," you breathed, flicking the comforter onto the bed as you stared wide-eyed at what had made your sock sopping wet. and as you stepped back, your heel meeting the long light coming through the door, ethan saw red staining your white socks.

ethan swallowed heavily as he walked up next to you, eyes looking down at what you were staring at. and the mere sight of it made him want to throw up.

it was oozing blood from the ziplock, the crimson as red as wine as it steadily poured out of the plastic, creating a puddle. the edges of it were slightly smeared due to your foot hitting a part of it.

but the sheer amount of blood that was inside the open ziplock wasn't what you were staring at; it was the decapitated pair of hands that were inside.

pale and messily cut at the wrists, one of the hands had slipped out and opened the ziplock further after you hit it with your foot. what looked like mashed flesh, meat, and skin was still hanging onto where the hand was cut, the ground mixture barely shining under the lack of light.

but you had seen a similar sight like that before. right on the back of your father's head, caused by your own hand.

you could barely make out the perfectly manicured nails within the dimly lit room, along with the fact that the hands had no fingerprints. they had been flayed off of the skin one by one— messily, from what you saw, as the edges of the cut off fingertips were serrated as though he was in a hurry, revealing deep red meat underneath.

he was an amateur, that much was obvious. but he had done this before— he knew the protocols.

"ethan, what the fuck."

ACT II, ACT III

#AUTHORSNOTE— new ethan series after i finished the last one! are we surprised? no. feel free to ask to be on the taglist !

[puppersfluid8xd]

”desperately need a fiber arts au now”

Omgosh yessssss

I’d like to imagine that ryuzaki/L knits (either A. Watari taught him a while ago, or B. He watched watari and picked up on it, or both)

Whenever he rlly can’t sleep, like after tea and melatonin and complete quiet and counting sheep and etc etc, he just does a simple knitting pattern and turns his brain off. It may kill his hands in the morning but it’ll help his brain rest even if it’s not sleep (me w crochet fr T^T)

Often during the yotsuba arc light can hear the sounds of his needles clinking and scissors snipping for hours and he’s managed to be able to sleep through it atp (even if light is a light sleeper)

But when ryuzaki/L is particularly stressed he’ll get rlly frantic abt it. Counting the stitches and rows endlessly, worrying abt the color combo, “did I sew that right?” “That looks like the wrong weight of yarn” “is the sizing right?” And by the time we get to episode 24-25 lights gotten used to waking up to at least 2-3 new knitted projects L has made over the night

He especially hates undoing n redoing rows or scrapping projects, he’ll sigh and groan every time and it seems to physically pain him and it does (again me too)

It keeps him busy on slow work days, or when he’s on “dates” w light and misa.

Misa loves his knitting skills and is more than happy to wear anything he makes for her, Light however is not as happy abt it. Ryuzaki/L will always do things that he secretly finds oddly charming or sweet but light finds it cheesy, matching sweaters, extra details like how light prefers to have tags on everything so he doesn’t forget the wash instructions or a specific fit on different parts of his body, his favorite colors n stuff that goes w his hair eyes or skin tone, and ofc a Kira sweater or sumthn abt his pride or ego or maybe a few.

Ryuzaki/L absolutely never wears what he makes, ever. He doesn’t like any sort of yarn texture, wool, acrylic, cotton, doesn’t matter, it never feels good on him, occasionally tho for special occasions like holidays he’ll wear a sweater or sweater vest he’s made over a tshirt or button down

L/ryuzaki would never admit it but he truly does love giving his projects away, it makes him feel needed and useful, he appreciates the extra thanks too, his favorite ppl to gift is misa or matsuda since they get so excited every time.

I think near however probably crochets but id say he started around after he turned 16-17. His specialty tho is blankets and pillows and stuffed animals, he makes clothes too, but he prefers the other stuff. He likes to stick to his neutrals, blacks greys browns whites, but if he’s feeling particularly extra he’ll do rlly faint pastel colors. U can see at least one crochet blanket in most of his spaces, his office, his room, his living room, wherever he wants. And he has a shelf in his room for all his special crochet amigurumi or stuffed animals (I think a lot of them r probably Pokémon or digimon and they r absolutely the only vibrant colored things in his room)

Near prefers to keep a good chunk of it for himself, but he luvsssssss giving it away to kids. His friends’ kids or nieces and nephews, whenever he’s invited to a bday party and he’s actually interested in going he’ll make a gift for the adults and also their kids or young ones (and eventually when Matt and mello get around to 35ish and decide they want to adopt, near will not stop crocheting stuff for the lil one. I mean everything from clothes to blankets to stuffies to decorations for the lil guys room, once a week for abt a month before they adopt Near will come over w a bag or box of stuff and help Matt and mello set up the nursery. But that’s just my au)

He also rlly likes crocheting practical stuff, like bins or things for the kitchen or nets to hold wtv u get the point.

Near prefers to do it when reading or watching tv, but if he wants to go to hang out sumwhere (which is rare) his friends (which r usually his coworkers) won’t be surprised to see Near bring a tote bag w his project in it when he goes

And he never rlly got to knit or crochet w ryuzaki/L but he definitely luved watching him and would sit by his feet or yarn balls and make sure they don’t get tangled or knotted.

anyways I’m not sure how much this relates to ur tags n reblog/how much of his goes w what u were thinking but this is just what popped up in my head! have a gud day byeee ! <3

I throughly believe that if you gave L or near a bundle of tangled wires, yarn, or string, they’d hyper focus on it and enjoy it for hours. And I don’t blame them bc me 2

[thekatebridgerton]

Modern Bridgerton couples + Pets

Just thinking about which kind of domesticated menaces they would bring into their homes.

Saphne: their first pet is definitely a Basset Hound because Daphne is a dork. Name is Princess, she is super cute. Simon later decides he can't take being outnumbered and gets a Pitbull (with some manly name like Maverick) to teach Princess how to be a good guardian dog. Jokes on him the Pitbull ends up twice as spoiled as the Basset hound and follows him everywhere huffing for cuddles.

Kanthony: They have Newton the demon corgi, although they probably get a mate for Newton at some point and just enjoy life as proud corgi grandparents when Newton & wife begin making puppies. They most likely end up with a houseful of corgis because Kate is not okay with neutering Newton and Anthony can't deny her anything.

Benophie: These two are definitely bird people. All their birds are rescue and they keep them in a special open part of My Cottage greenhouse, while rehabilitating broken wings. Officially they have a chicken, two parrots, a parakeet and a Cockatoo (Pollock, Picasso, Monet, Dali and Frida) but they feed every bluejay, canary, raven or winged personality that comes to their birdhouses. So you never really know exactly how many birds they actually have at home.

Polin: I want to say they are also Dog people. But Colin just looks like the guy who has a thing for exotic reptiles whenever he travels. And Penelope would definitely appreciate the irony of owning a Chameleon. Also their pets would be the protected species kind that need their own enclosure. Colin has Popcorn, a Blue Iguana, which he rescued in the Cayman Islands and a couple of very colorful Geckos (Muffin and Nugget). while Penelope just keeps a tortoise she's had since she was little called Lola, and a blue Panther Chameleon called Ozzy, that Colin got her for her 16th birthday. (her chameleon is the boss of that house)

Philoise: Eloise has a grey Persian Cat that looks perpetually grumpy called Napoleon, Phillip has a brown Saint Bernard that he calls Noel but his kids call Noodle. El's cat did not take it well when Eloise moved in with Phillip and the twins, simply because the dog was being way too friendly with Eloise. And the cat wasn't having it. So he marked his territory in a very feline way.

Franchel: Michael was never much for pets, but Francesca has a whole aquarium of Koi fish in her apartment and loves to add pieces of decorations to it so the fishes begin growing on him. After the get married, Michael actually builds Fran a pond with it's own ecosystem so she can raise her Koi in relative freedom outside of the small aquarium they are used to.

Hyraeth: These two are not exactly pet people, but I feel like teenage Gareth owns a horse that he takes care of very well and Hyacinth is persuaded to help out with his horse and begins loving it as well so she gets Anthony to buy her a pony which she names Twilight Sparkle. they both grow up to be very responsible horse owners.

Grucy: they share ownership over the class pet in Elementary school. A spotted bunny named Waldo. And they low key treat the rabbit as their child. Since Lucy is technically not allowed to have pets by her uncle and Gregory was banned from the pet store after the last 'free the animals' incident he was involved in

[fillinforlater]

random Twice member smut (not naming Sana, Nayeon, and Jeongyeon)

Phone: Energy Restored

Male Reader x Yoo Jeongyeon

Length: 1325 words

Tags: cuddles, kisses, mutual masturbation, handjob, fingerfucking, lazy

TW: QUICKIE; UNEDITED

(A/N: I HAVE RETURNED... with only a quickie... but greater things are to come, trust!)

>@you, I heard that our Angel attacked you. If you want to restore some energy, come to my house (Sooya St. 37) any day you like, after 5pm xoxo< Send by Ostrich.

37 hours of sleep. That is how much you needed after Minju, Tzuyu and Yiren left your home. And even after resting your mind, body and, most importantly, your dick, you still feel like an engine running on only a couple droplets of gas.

Despite your lack of energy, you found yourself on yet another bus riding to the northern part of Smite City, just as the clock on your life-changing flip phone shows 5:20pm.

Sooya Street was well known for all it's cute, small houses and as you fond over how funny they look with their emerald-green rooftiles, yellow fences and red doors, you almost miss your stop.

The appearance of tiny snowflakes in the grey January sky make you hurry. Hurry to house number 37. Hurry to a cozy couch. Hurry to whoever Ostrich is.

Before you can even press the doorbell of your destination, the red door parts slowly and you hear a soothing voice from the other end:

"Come on in, my friend! It's cold outside."

Although this is kinda strange, you don't hesitate to walk into the miniscule building. And after scanning the living room, your initial assumptions are proven to be correct: every piece of furniture, from the carpet and couch to the table and TV, everything fits the look and size of the entire house.

The explosion of colors and cuteness distracts you from the actual reason why you came here, but she quickly reminds you, what you replied to her request:

"I'll make sure it's cuddly and fun for you."

You jump. Behind you, a kindly smiling woman, with wavy brown-blonde hair stands, her hands playing with the hem of her knitted oversized pullover. It might be everything she has to cover her tall body, as her smooth legs are fully on display for your eyes to ogle at.

"Do you still want to do that?"

In awe, you just nod at her. Next thing you know, she grabs your wrist and the two of you lay next to each other on the way-too-short couch, which can barely keep the two of you on it's comfortable surface. It forces you to stay close to her and instinctively, you wrap your arms around her frame and feel the warm cotton of her beige garment.

"My name is Jeongyeon. I'm glad to finally meet you."

"Hey Jeongyeon! Nice to meet and feel you too...but how did you know of me?"

Jeongyeon brushes some of her beautiful hair away from her face to show you her puzzled look on it.

"How could I not? You were very active this week in our chat. And Angel attacked you, so here I am, ready to get some power back."

"Power?" you chuckle "I'm not a battery that needs refilling. I'm just a tired guy who wants to cuddle."

Jeongyeon put her hands on the back of your head and on your hip respectively and pulls you even closer. Her breasts press onto you, perky mounds with hard nipples. She is definitely not wearing a bra.

"Cuddles... like this?" Jeongyeon whisper in your hear and you hum as a reply. With only lazy, tiny movements you two exchange intimacy, heat and maybe even energy, but you quickly realize that you want to make this more enjoyable for her.

"Jeongyeon, lemme show you what I meant by 'fun for you'."

Your fingers slowly glide down to wear the cotton ends and silky skin starts. It is even softer than you imagined and with utmost care, you rub along her thighs and over her tummy.

Jeongyeon's moans are very quiet, but you easily pick them up next to your ear. Add in her rapid breaths and you can basically feel her melt under just your fingers.

With all your will power you ignore your own throbbing erection in your pants and focus on caressing every inch of Jeongyeon's thighs before moving to her plum ass and breasts.

"Oh, yes..."

Stimulate her on her stiff nipples, near her puckered hole, all over her sensitive spots and you see Jeongyeon mewl and drool. It makes you smile. You could go on like this forever that's how much joy her flawless skin brings you, but you decide to finish her off.

One palm to push open her legs further—no panties to cover her slightly hairy pussy—two fingers to thrust into her wet hole cause three breathless seconds. Then it’s the peak for Jeongyeon: orgasmic flows of juice stream out of her hole, onto your hand and all over her thighs.

“Ahh~ Th-Thank you...”

Jeongyeon places a wet kiss on your lips and rubs her trembling fingers all over your beet red cheeks. You both lightly giggle, but her giggles turn to moans when you unexpectedly continue the play with your fingers. Twist, curls and gradual thrust make Jeongyeon’s eyes glassy and the way she bites her lips makes your heart race.

“Hm, fuck! B-But it’s y-your turn.”

“We can do it at the same time. Your hands are so soft, Jeongyeon... I want them on me.”

“You, fuck, you can c-call me b-baby today.”

“Okay, baby. Please, stroke me. Let’s feel good together.”

She opens your belt, you yank down your pants. She licks on her hands, you kiss on her jaw. She starts to stroke your length, you put a third finger in her cavern. Give and receive, and your sexual desires will be taken care off.

Delicate fingers. The most delicate you have ever felt on your cock and the way Jeongyeon puts just the right amount of pressure on it adds as much to the experience as her pace does. 

In comparison, your fucking of her pussy is uncontrolled, sloppy and downright messy. Excess juice drops down to floor and couch, unrecognizable forms written on her clit to stimulate it and a random pace of in and out. 

It does not seem to matter: Jeongyeon gets off. You get off. And you both get pretty close at the same time. The only indicators of two nearing orgasms are heavier breaths, hanging tongues and trembling bodies. Obvious, but no one speaks until you two burst.

Jeongyeon jerks spurt after spurt of your creamy, white seed out of you and onto her. Meanwhile her pretty face contorts at the second orgasm which makes her feet spasms and then force your hand to remain trapped in between her pale thighs. A jail you are willing to stay in if it means getting a handjob of such quality. 

“Th-That was a-amazing...”

“Your fingers were... great as well.”

“I’m glad than baby.”

Like it is the most natural and beautiful thing in the world, your two bodies start to entangle each other in a tight hug. The cum you just unloaded onto her is now returned unceremoniously by your closeness, but you couldn’t care less. After all, Jeongyeon doesn’t mind her own cum in her hair when you stroke it with the digits that were just inside her.

“Was my attempt at giving you energy successful?” Jeongyeon asks, avoiding your eyes, abashed by maybe having failed.

“It was more than successful, baby. I feel like I can conquer the world.”

Jeongyeon smiles brightly. The sun would be embarrassed by how much this woman shines, but it’s still snowing outside. Luckily, there is an amazing body keeping you warm.

“Oh really? Show me! I bet you can’t even conquer this city.”

“But what if my world is you?”

“Ew, cheesy as fuck. Get out.”

“Sure, just let me cuddle a little longer with you, baby.”

“Cuddle or...?”

“Only cuddle.”

A pat on your head. You burry your face in her chest. Some things should just never come to an end. Cuddles and kisses for example.

[bylerscanon]

byler headcanons yeahahahahah:

-they write comics together, mike does the storyboarding, writing and some character designs, along with character arcs, personalities etc. will does all the art, makes the final character designs which mike falls inlove with everytime. if they dont like a comic they make, el will take it and finish it on her own!!

-will plants fruits and veggies, mike plants flowers

-will likes spring, because it has a lot of colors and the season isnpires a lot of wills artwork. mike likes fall, because he likes more soft, netural colors and enjoys the cold, but doesn't want to be freezing all the time.

-dustin begs them every halloween to do a cheesy couples costume together. sometimes they'll agree, and dustin will make them matching costumes. (yes i believe dustin is very good with sewing, clothing making etc dont ask) will and mike both secretly love the costumes, but never admit it to eachother, afraid the other will find it stupid.

-will has good clothing sense, mike on the otherhand, will and has shown up to dates wearing a hoodie with a hole in the shoulder, grey sweatpants and flip flops with socks. will took him home.

-they'll make mixtapes for eachother

-they both pinned for eachother for a long time, will knew that it was a romantic love, didn't try to stop it, because he knew he couldnt. mike just thought that it was because he lost will and didn't want to lose him again. eventually both lucas and el knocked some sense into him.

-DOUBLE DATES!! lumax and byler, elmax and byler, and since dustin cant come along with suzie, lucas will come along with dustin so he doesn't feel like a third wheel!

-el comes on a lot of byler dates, but will makes sure to not leave eleven out, knowing how it feels to be a third wheel

-will likes pastel, warm colors, mike likes netural colors (brown, tan, grey, black etc)

-will would always do this thing where he'll give himself a full body shake before doing something he was nervous about, mike copies him now. every once in a while they'll do it in sync, and dustin, in the most excited voice will go, "OH MY GOD!! YOU GUYS ARE IN SYNC!! YOU DID THE SHAKY THINGY AT THE SAME TIME!!"

-mike really likes doing rubix cubes, will was just watch him do them in complete awe.

-mike plays guitar, will plays piano.

-whenever they cook, mike has to cut the onions because will cannot deal with the fact that he always tears up when he cuts onions

ok thats all, i suck at headcanons pls spare me :)