#- i threw in a few funny haha things that i hope people notice lol! tell me if ya do ;3

[kursed-curtain]

The Toppat Leaders! (Just the ones I hadn't designed until now) (+ headcanons & design notes)

I gotta give a lotta thanks to @bluetorchsky for helping me brainstorm stuff bout these guys ^^

[regular-nessian-trash]

It’s Vegas, Baby - Chapter II

Summary: Nesta goes out to the store and so does Cassian. Classic Nesta, she thinks he’s stalking her. Trust me it’s more interesting than it sounds lol(I hope)

Word Count: 2k

A/N: I'm back on my grind yall *sunglasses emoji*

Nicknames:

Feyby- Feyre(its supposed to be like feyre and baby put together cause shes the baby of the family)

Nestella- Nesta(its supposed to be nesta and nutella. u will learn more later;)

Tiny Ancient One- Amren(kinda self explanatory)

Mor Boobiez Plz- Mor(idk i just thought it was funny lol)

"I'm home!" Nesta calls out to Feyre. She can smell pizza and instantly strides towards the kitchen, where she finds Feyre with a large cheese pizza still in the box, half-eaten.

"Finally! I was beginning to wonder if you and Cassian finally acknowledged the sexual tension between yourselves and fucked."

"Feyre! That is not appropriate to say at all! Cassian and I are barely colleagues, we will never be anything so stop with your meddling!" Nesta replied, trying to will down a bright red blush. Feyre and her boyfriend, Rhys, had this insane idea that she and Cassian were made for each other, it didn't help that Cassian was constantly flirting with her either.

"We're back!" Mor and Amren had just gotten home from some party, with Mor holding Duchess, their shared Chinese Crested Dog. When the four of them bought a penthouse together Feyre and Mor wanted a dog, and Nesta and Amren didn't. After begging and pleading with her sister and friend to please give him away after they adopted him they finally decided to just lock her, Amren, and Duchess in a room together. They all became friends, and they found out that Duchess was, in fact, a boy. They had been calling him Duchess for too long, though, so when they called him Duke he wouldn't reply so the name just stuck. When the rest of their inner circle found out-"the rest" being Cassian, Azriel, and Rhys- they didn't stop teasing them for days. In their defense, he had a very small you-know-what and he was a very ladylike boy.

"Bring my baby boy to me! Oh I wove you so much you wittle cutie pie!" Feyre was letting Duchess lick her face, making Nesta gag. Sure she loved the dog, but seriously, he licks his butt.

"Ugh, Mor, your cousin is working me to the bone! And he won't stop trying to push me and Cassian together! He thinks he can push us together just cause we “have hella sexual tension”! Also, I was thinking about this last night, Rhys is dating Feyre and if I'm Feyres sister and he's Cassians brother, that's literally incest!"

"You know they aren't actually brothers, right? They're just best friends." Mor replied, trying not to laugh at Nesta's flustered expression. She put down Duchess and reached for a slice of pizza. Everyone knew that it was just a matter of time before Nesta and Cassian got together. Nesta and Mor were the only single people in the house, not including Duchess. And Mor was just recently dumped so she was in a big love life meddling mood. Amren was dating some guy named Varian, and Feyre... Well, let's just say that it's a miracle that she's here right now and not out getting nailed by Rhys.

"I know that, but still. They refer to themselves as brothers."  

"So you're saying that if they didn't call themselves brothers you would have sex with Cassian! I knew it!"

"No, Feyre, I am not saying that! Besides, he flirts with everyone so even if I was into him- which I am not - we probably wouldn't become a thing."

"Keyword being probably." Mor says with a smirk.

"Enough of all this bickering, I'm hungry and bored so someone turn on the T.V. while I make some popcorn." Amren quickly breaks them up before Nesta tears off someone's head.

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Cassian pulled up at the townhouse he shared with his brothers. All the lights were turned off which meant that Az was sleeping, or not home. The former was more likely because Az usually got pizza on his rest nights and there were three cold slices of meat lovers pizza left. Cassian was so hungry, he ended up eating them cold. He fought back a moan at how delicious the pizza was. He would never understand how Nesta was able to be a vegetarian. Shit. He had been such a dick to Nesta earlier. She was genuinely concerned about him and he had just pushed her away.

Cassian pulled out his phone and checked instagram. Mor had posted a photo of her and Amren with their dog, Duchess, at a party. He didn’t know if he should laugh or cry at the fact that a misgendered dog had a better social life than he did.

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“Ugh, Feyre, Tomas and his little gang showed up at work last night.” Nesta and Feyre were chilling in the kitchen, the latter making a breakfast spread that would put Disney Channel moms to shame. Amren and Mor were nursing killer hangovers, so Feyre made sure to bang around a ton in the kitchen.

“Again? A-fucking-gain? Nuthin new, nuthin changed? Same old shit. Same old fuckin shit.” Feyre replied, forgetting that Nesta had no idea what that reference meant.

“I told them to leave and that I almost had the money to pay them back, but Tomas just slapped my ass and said ‘sEe YoU oN yOuR nExT sHiFt’ then he got up and left.”

“You do realize that we could end all of this by just telling Rhys? I know you have this whole thing about your pride and shit, but we could tell Rhys and he could pay off all your debts to him.”

“Feyre, I appreciate it, but I need to fight my own battles. I got myself into this mess, so I sure as hell can get myself out of it. Plus, I don’t like the idea of feeling like I owe my current employer money.”

“Nesta, sweetie, I love you… BUT YOU NEED TO PUT YOUR DAMN PRIDE TO THE SIDE FOR LIKE, TWO SECONDS AND ACCEPT HELP!”

“FEYRE-”

“Okay, can we yell about Nesta's issues at some time other than 6am? Also, is that bacon I smell?” Mor walked in holding her head and wearing one of Nesta's sweatshirts with some leggings.

“Yes, fattie. And it’s like, 10:30.” Feyre slapped Mor's hand away from a stack of pancakes cooling on the countertop.

“And I do not have any issues, Mor. I’m not the one that went partying with a dog last night.”

“Nesta, that is exactly the reason why you have issues. If you went partying with Duchess, maybe you would loosen up a bit. God knows you need it.”

“Brat.” Nesta threw a piece of toast at Mor's head.

“Thanks! Hey, Feyre, pass the butter.” Feyre slid the butter across the counter and cursed loudly when it just slid on the floor at Mor's feet. Facedown.

“Really, Feyre?” Nesta said in an exasperated tone.

“I’m sorry! I thought she would catch it!”

“That was our last stick of butter, you absolute dingbat!” Nesta sighed and picked up the keys to her car.

“Where are you going?” Mor asked, ever the worried friend thinking she had caused a family feud.

“To the store. We need more milk and eggs anyways. Tell me if you guys are gonna go out while I’m gone.” Nesta walked out the door of their spacious apartment and made her way over to the elevator, pressing the ground level button. She stormed over to her car, got in, and slammed the door shut. On her way to the store, she noticed that one of the local book stores was having a sale. She tried to ignore the voice in her head telling her that she had piles of unread books in her room, and all over the other communal areas of the apartment. She would just pop in after picking up the groceries. No big deal. She could restrain herself. Maybe.

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Cassian woke up and made his way down the stairs towards the kitchen at 10am.

Hey sorry don’t be mad but here’s the shopping list. I had to go out.

~Azriel

“Unbelievable.” Cassian sighed and picked up the piece of paper attached to Azriel's little note and crumpled it up. Then he uncrumpled it because he remembered he needed to see what it said. Cassian walked up to his room and threw on a sweatshirt, some slip-on vans, and grabbed his keys. He couldn’t remember why they decided to share groceries. He wanted to in the beginning, but now that he woke up without any food in the house because his brothers had eaten all of it he was thinking or re-evaluating that decision. Cassian slid into his car and made his way to the store.

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When Nesta pulled up at the store she checked her phone and saw that Feyre had sent her a text while she was driving.

Feyby*: heyyyyyyyyy nes can you pleeeeeeeeeease get me some chocolate while you’re out :)?

Nestella*: k. anything else? im walking in now by the way

Feyby: nope! thank you love you! :)

Nestella: love you too

Nesta made her way towards the dairy aisle and picked up some 2% milk, a pack of four sticks of butter, and eggs. She quickly walked over to the candy aisle and began studying all her options, she took candy selecting very seriously.

“Nes?”

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Cassian walked into the store and quickly picked up all the stuff on the list. Once he got to the last few items written he realized he wanted ice-cream for a movie night with the boys. He walked over to the dairy aisle and picked up a tub of cookies n’ cream right when Nesta Archeron stormed past him towards the candy aisle. He followed her because, well, he wanted to talk to her. But he needed to act like he wasn't stalking her cause she might yell at him.

“Nes?”

“Mother Above, Cassian! You scared the shit out of me don’t you dare do that ever again!”

Oh well.

“How did you not hear me coming? Are you really that focused on chocolate?”

“I’m selecting some chocolate for Feyre, and she is very picky so I was focused on reading what the ingredients were in each bar.” She seemed to have recovered from the scare because she just grabbed a random chocolate bar and stormed past him.

“Obviously you don’t care that much if you’re willing to just grab a random bar and walk away!” Cassian yelled at Nesta. Some other shoppers began to stare at him so he quickly said “Don’t worry, we work together. I know her, I’m not some random creep haha.” That just got him more strange looks though so he just made his way towards self-checkout and paid for the items and skirted outta there.

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Nesta was so embarrassed while walking away from Cassian. People were staring at her! Ugh, Cassian needs to learn to not yell in public places. She walked over to her car after checking out and loaded her groceries into the boot. She needed a black iced coffee stat. Nesta began the quick drive to one of the local coffee shops and once she arrived she quickly sent the girls a text letting them know where she was.

Nestella: hey bitches im getting coffee you hoes want anything

Feyby: i want a mocha frappe pleeease              

Tiny Ancient One*: just get me a black americano girl

Mor Boobiez Plz*: i wanna iced coffee with whipped cream and caramel

Nestella: okay for everyone except Mor cause wtf that's not even an item on the menu

Mor Boobiez Plz: it is i swear! just ask them for it they did it when i asked!

Nestella: fine

“What can I get for you?” The guy working the register asked in a very monotone voice.

“One black iced coffee, one black americano, one mocha frappe, and one iced coffee with whipped cream and caramel sauce.”

“We don’t do that last one-” Nesta gave him a withering glare and he immediately changed his mind on what he was about to say.

“Those will be ready soon ma’am. Can I get a name for the order?”

“Nesta. Thank you.” Nesta walked over to the opposite side of the counter to wait while their coffee was being prepared.

“That was quite impressive the way you scared him into doing what you wanted him to, Sweetheart.”

“Cassian! Are you stalking me? Go away.”

“I’m not stalking you, I’m just here to get some coffee.” He smirked at her and picked up a latte that was set down beside him. He took a sip and looked Nesta up and down before smirking and saying “Hot.” he winked at her and left before she could yell at him. If he was being honest the coffee was actually the perfect temperature, but he just loved getting under Nesta Archerons skin.    

[magic-is-something-we-create]

Get to know me tag!

I was tagged by @hannahs-creations in the original post!!! Thank you, Hannah! sorry im a bit late with it haha

Rules: Answer the questions and tag a few people!

I got a bit long-winded on these answers, so I’ll put them behind a readmore!

1. What made you decide to start writing or arting (assuming you write or do art)?

I can’t say I ever consciously decided to start writing - I’ve just always loved reading, and when I first got a school assignment for a creative story, I decided I never wanted to stop!

In terms of art, though, it was sparked by a similar thing: the Dragonology book. My first story was about a dragon in there, and part of that assignment was to make illustrations to accompany it, and I decided I needed to learn how to draw dragons. From there, I just fell in love with making a blank page into something I could look at and enjoy, and I’ve been drawing ever since!

2. What do you like to do more: photo editing or video editing?

Oh, this is a hard one... Video editing is fun for me, especially because, when I make videos, I tend to do speedpaints with commentary, and cutting my ramblings down to a manageable size is so satisfying. On the other hand, I like taking fairly mundane pictures and making them magical...

I’d say, for satisfaction levels, video editing wins. For the actual process, I think photo editing is my favorite!

3. Which do you prefer: YouTube or TikTok?

YouTube, 100%. The only TikToks I’ve ever seen have been sent to me by friends, and I don’t particularly like short videos like that? If it were Vine, though, Vine would win ;aslkdjf

4. How many books have you read in the last 5 years?

A lot, LOL

My favorite have been Six of Crows, The Stormlight Archive, Red rising, and The Fallen Empire!

5. Do you tend to post more cheery/cutesy things, silly things or more serious things to your blog?

I think silly things are the most common? I like to meme with my WIPs, since I just. love meme culture. And I like making jokes about things - it’s a quick and easy way to get myself to smile!

6. How long have you been on Tumblr? Just ramble for a minute about some changes you’ve noticed about the site.

I made my first Tumblr blog in 2013, and I kept that one up until about April of last year, I think, before I decided to remake. 

The biggest change I’ve seen is the shift from sharing things to consuming things, in terms of like, reblog to like ratios and whatnot. Also, the amount of discourse has stayed about the same, but it’s changed in subject for the most part. But fandom discourse is still pretty much the same, just with different shows, now.

Also, reaction gifs have faded out of use pretty heavily since I started. At least, in the areas I’ve been in.

7. If the staff of tumblr came up to you, genuinely wanting advice on how to improve the site, what advice/request(s) would you give them?

I would tell them to rename likes into bookmarks. Also, lift the nsfw ban, and make it so that in order for 18+ blogs to be viewed, the user has to be 18+. Yes, people lie about their age, but so many sex workers lost their audiences and sources of income because of it, and it legitimately threw away a third of the userbase in one hit. 

Also, no matter the pressures from other social sites, don’t make this site less anonymous. It’s one of the beauties of Tumblr - I’m never going to have a boss find my blog and know for sure that it’s me.

8. What was the most challenging thing about starting your favorite hobby? How did you get past it, if you ever did?

Well, at the time I started drawing, the biggest obstacle was finding a way to learn. The art classes in school were never trying to teach us how to draw something, just showing us that we could. I ended up getting “How to draw manga” books and looking up stuff on YouTube.

9. What do you think other people think of when they think of you? For instance, with me, most people think about either tomatoes, chinchillas or black cats, depending on the person and how long they’ve known me.

Well, I hope they think of my jokes, first of all a;lskdjf;aslkdfj

But in terms of like, objects or animals? Sketchbooks, pride flags, and dinosaurs.

10. If every animal except one specific species went extinct but you got to pick which one didn’t go extinct, which species would you pick?

Hmmmmmmm... probably Komodo Dragons. I really like big lizards :)

11. What do YOU feel makes the world go round?

Laughter! Or, really, anything that makes people smile!

12. What would you say to a person if you heard them talking shit about your best friend?

This has actually happened before, and they were saying it to my face without knowing we were best friends. I sat there, nodded along, and when they were done, just said “You know they’ve been my best friend for like, 7 years, right?”

They went so pale it was kind of funny.

13. What is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to you that has stuck with you?

This was more something they did, but when I was going through a nasty friend break up, I texted them, and within 5 minutes they were at my house, texting that person furiously, and letting me cry on them, even though they’re not a very emotional person themself ;-; I felt so loved in that moment, you have no idea.

14. What was the greatest piece of life advice you’ve ever gotten?

You have the rest of your life to wake up and decide who you’re going to be that day, and you should never feel bad about changing who that is from one day to the next.

It was said in the context of me realizing that I wasn’t genderfluid, I was transmasc, and my ongoing crisis over whether I’m fully a guy, or if I’m a bit more fluid than that. It’s helped me a lot with accepting that I might not have all the answers right now, and I don’t need all the answers all the time.

15. What one or two aspects of your childhood personality would you bring back to your current personality if you could?

Honestly? My willingness to just make things, and not care about how they turned out. I made so much art that I cringe at now, but I was learning, and that’s all that matters, really.

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Okay, this was long, but I’m going to tag: @nothingisliteral, @violetcancerian, and @morgan-s-writes! Apologies if you’ve been tagged before, and as always, no pressure, and if you want to hop in, feel free to say I tagged you!!

[iamwickedlovely]

Cody Fern x Reader [Sweet Love, Sweet Escape]

- Part One-

Request and plot from: @del-rcys

Genre: Drama | Romance

Synopsis: Y/n is an upcoming singer and decides to take things slow as her career starta to kick off. One night, after performing at a local bar, she meets a guy there who goes by the name of Cody. Y/n talks to him about her alcoholic doesn't support her, but she wants him to get better. Her mother is the only one that seems to be supportive of her daughter's career at the moment. Soon, y/n and Cody hit it off, and an epic journey begins through passionate love, romance, family, and of course... music.

Warning: May contain foul language or sexual content.

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I am sorry if I went deep in the beginning, or something. I'm now writing out part 2. I hope you guys will like it! I'm up for advice and requests! :D Thank you, guys! Wait, so I suck at poetry, but I threw in something, though, lol. 😅

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You were at the age of ten when you picked up your first guitar at a music store. You held onto it as if it were magic, and you ran your fingers on the strings just to hear the sound. It filled you with wonder, and you started to dream. Your heart ached for this instrument; it filled you with desire and happiness. You even giggled when you continued to stroke on the instrument.

Your mother noticed your fascination with the guitar, and it warmed her heart, and she gave a soft smile that never reached her eyes. Her eyes was full of sorrow. Your family was broken up and poor, but despite all that, you grew up to be a sweet, young thing. You showed compassion and kindness to anyone who was hurt, especially animals. You even shed tears when your hamster died, or finding a dead bird on the lawn. One thing your mother never saw, was watching you smile. All she ever wanted was for you to live life to the fullest, and to be filled with love and laughter. Your mother made it her life's mission to put money on the side, from her job as a waitress, to buy you the guitar you've played in secret.

Two years have passed since then, and you were twelve with two sisters. You were the oldest, and your father expected more out of you to set a good example. In short, he was the hardest on you.

Christmas day came around the corner and the family couldn't afford much. Your mother continued as a waitress, and your father lost his job as an engineer technician. The company he worked for ran into financial issues, and they had to lay off the majority of workers, including your father. This led him to binge drinking on alcohol at the local bar, in turn, he became an alcoholic. It was not pretty, because he was an angry drunk. He would come home to argue with mother, occassionally striking her with bare hands. You and the sisters would hide in your rooms. It went to the point you guys would even lock yourselves inthe closet, and cover the ears while holding onto a favorite stuffed animal.

One evening, your mother knocked on your door, to reassure you that your father left. You pulled your blanket, it covered you, down to peak to look at her face. Evenugh you were twelve, you understood how your mom recieved the bruise, but you decided it was best not to question it.

Your mom cleared her throat, and gave you a big luggage for you to open, "Oh, my sweet baby, I wish you had a better life than this," She started to tear up, and stroked your hair to calm you down, "I love you, and I want you to chase your dreams. I brought a surprise, I remember seeing you play with a guitar, so I just," She handed the case to you willingly, "Please open it."

You blinked, and felt a tad excitement stirring as you took off the blanket, and hovered your tiny fingers on the case. You asked quietly, "How do I open it, mommy?"

Your mom gave a slight, saddened grin, amd opened four lockets on the side to reveal the guitar you played at the music store.

You stared, trying desperately to comprehend. You gazed at your mother's eyes to ask, "Is this mine?"

She nodded, choking up, "Yes, baby, yes!" She planted a kiss on your forehead, "It's best if you don't speak to your father, or sisters. Let it be our little secret," she winked.

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[Years Later]

You sat in a spotlight at a local bar, with a guitar on your lap, and a microphone in front of you. You were on a bar stool, and you were ready to play, but you also felt nervous. You were too hard on yourself, so you were anxious, wondering if you were any good. You cleared your throat, and your voice began to escape in a mellow, soft tune. It was slow, and you touched the strings of the guitar with grace. Tears struck your eyes, because you bottled you're feelings for too long,

"I can't express my feelings well,

no matter how much I try.

You've told me not to dwell,

No matter how much you've made me cry."

The song was about your alcoholic father, of how much pain he caused you throughout the years, but you still loved him dearly. The audience stared in silence. Most of them had to take out tissues from crying.

Once you were done, the room remained quiet, since the people on the seats were trying to process the song. A few minutes after, they clapped and cheered for you. Then, you ended up getting off stage to take your leave. You honestly didn't feel like staying longer, because the song took a lot of energy out of you.

However, a guy, with blonde hair, kind of wavy and short, stopped you from leaving. He stood over you, and he talked in an attractive accent, "Beautiful song, a bit emotional. I loved it, mind if I buy you a drink?" He furrowed his brows, and smiled lightly, "You look like you're in need of it."

He's right, you thought, what did you have to lose? He seemed polite, and you fancied his voice, so you nodded, "Okay. Thank you, what's your name?"

He chuckled, "Right," he offered you his hand to shake, "I'm Cody Fern. Pleasure to meet you."

You tilt your head, where did I hear that name before? Your eyes widened, "Oh my god. Oh my god," you tried hard to contain yourself, "Shit, fuck. Ah, sorry," You pinched your nose bridge in embarassment, "You're the new cast on American Horror Story! I love your character. Haha, goodness." Breathe, [y/n], just breathe.

His grin widened, he was feeling amused by the reaction,"Ah, so you've heard of me. I feel flattered," He offered his arm so he could lead you to a couple of stools, "Can I escort you, mi'lady?"

You couldn't remember the last time you enjoyed yourself, especially being around good company, "Absolutely, sir!" You held onto his arm, and the two of you walked together.

Once you two sat on a couple of stools at the bar's counter, he glanced at you in question, "So, sorry, but I never did get your name." The bar tender gave you guys a couple of cold beers that seemed to be overfilled. Cody mouthed a 'thank you' to him.

I pressed the rim of the glass to my lips, and sipped, blech, why didn't I go for wine? Your nose wrinkled in distaste. You blinked up at Cody, "Oh, right, I'm sorry. I'm [y/n]."

"That's a beautiful name. Has a ring to it, if I say so myself." He winked, and took a swig of his beer.

You couldn't help, but notice he still carried an accent, so you had to ask, "Uh, can I ask where you're from?" He is a damn good actor, you thought admiringly.

He laughed, "Australia. Down under," he paused to drink more of his beer, "I can't believe I'm saying this, but this tastes a little funny." His lip made a pout. He definitely disapproved the drink.

You grinned, he is too cute. You agreed, "I actually thought the same thing, must be the beer. Hey! I can propose a better idea," your eyes flashed wickedly at him.

You managed to pique his interest, "Anything in mind?" He wondered.

"Hmm," you tapped your chin with an index finger, "Pizza and wine, then walk around on sidewalk under the moonlight? Maybe tell stories?" You hoped he would jump at the opportunity, because you found yourself enjoying being around him.

He quirked his eyebrows, "So, a date, then, and we didn't even exchange phone numbers yet. Count me in!"

You both exchanged smiles as you two left the bar, leaving a good enough tip on the table.

[dailysarina]

The Sarina Project

Ok so I gotta put a little A/N at the start of this one beacuse I realized I have to make a litttttllllleee change to this story. Soz. Annyywaaayyyy... I’ve decided to change the POV from first person to third person, which I know is probably SUPER annoying for you but I promise this chapter would work better if it was not just from Karina’s POV. So I hope y’all are ready for some ~e p i c~ punk!Sarah thoughts ^-^

The Sarina Project

Chapter 18: I Hate My Freinds

“Are you sure your ready to do this?” Emily viciously inquired of DJ, who just happened to be sitting next to her. (A/N: Remember, Karina is NOT narrating this she is NOT HERE hehe ^-^)

“Are you kidding??? I’m literally James Bond,” DJ said, popping the p. “I’ve snuck into like 15 classrooms already this year.”

“OMG ME TOO!” Emily said back in response to DJ.

“Ya exactly we snuck into those classrooms together,” DJ unimpressedly said. They both laughed at Emily’s forgetfulness.

“Haha,” she laughed, giggling.

“Ok lets go,” DJ said, immediately jumping into a James Bond somersault and kicking the door to the classroom. Emily crept in behind him, her greenish, hazelish, slightly brown speckled balls of sight gazing over the cold, lifeless, OPPRESSIVE, torture seats... aka... DESKS. (A/N: hahahahhahaha I hate school sum1 halp plz 😭😂)

“There’s no one in here,” Emily said after about ten minutes observations.

“Wow it’s not like I can see the exact same classroom,” DJ sarcastically quipped back at her in such a tone that only DJ could recreate.

“Just get to the desk,” Emily said, deciding to suddenly use her gymnastics skills to backflip across the room and onto the teacher’s desk.

“Wow I, definitely good enough for the olympics if I can do that,” Emily said, obviously very very proud of her recent accomplishments. Ever since she was two days and fifteen hours and 32 minutes old, she had wanted to be an Olympic gymnast. Gymnastics was her LAIFE!! (A/N: Chipotle is laiiifffeee heh XD). DJ rolled his brown orbs he used for seeing almost every day back into his head at Emily’s showyoffiness and walked over to the same teachers desk Emily was standing on.

“I saw Mrs. Bersbedasukeon put the paper with our group project partners on the third drawer from the bottom on the right said,” DJ told Emily, DABBING and pointing toward the correct drawer. Emily pulled open the drawer and grabbed the single piece of paper sitting on there. A piece of paper that could change the life of ALL THE NAMES ON IT. This paper would be the most sacred thing Emily would touch in a long time.

“This piece of paper is so precious,” Emily hugged the paper to her chest while violently popping her p’s.

“Just switch the names!!!!,!!!!!!!” DJ annoyingly said, banging on the desk to gain Emily’s attention back. Emily nodded and started whiting out a few names on the paper with... WHITE OUT; which she had conveniently stashed in her coat pocket and had just pulled out for this specific reason.

(A/N: okiiii idk how to describe this next part because it always plays like a movie in my head... if that makes sense... IDK. But anyway I’m gonna write this next part like a script so it’s easier for y’all to understand. Remember dailysarina cares about her followers!!! ;))

Emily: *quickly runs white out over a few ^convenient^ names*

DJ: *rewrites the new group partners aS THEY SHOULD BE*

“Good. That’s good,” Emily said as DJ forged the teachers’ handwriting. Then the super sneaky spy duo (A/N: “Nice use of alliteration” -Mr. Scoggins, my English teacher haha jk I would DIE if he read this lol xD) left the classroom until the next day.

THE NEXT DAY............,,....

I enter through the doorway to my art class, brushing my newly dyed pink hair out of my eyes and adjusting my lilac colored flower crown. ‘I wonder if Sarah will notice my hair?’ I wonder. Wait. WHY DID I THINK THAT?? Ugh this is so annoying. Sarah is literally the scariest person I’ve ever seen and yet I am CONSTANTLY worried about what she thinks of me. What is up with that?? It probably just because I’m a weird person, and that’s what weird people do. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“Ew your hair looks like a fairy threw up on it,” Sarah quipped at me the second I walked in the room, without even making eye contact. What the heck?!??,.! Why is she so MEAN? “You also look like that girl from LazyTown.” OH THAT’S IT.

“Yeah, well... you look like Susie from DELTARUNE!” I screamed back at her, crossing my arms in satisfaction. I can’t believe I actually stood up to her! She didn’t get mad and punch me in the face like I thought she would. She didn’t even yell another insult back at me. She just smiled a bit, and went back to drawing a skull and cross bones on her ripped jeans with eyeliner. I skip over to a giggling Emily and DJ, who were sitting at the table next to Sarah, and sit down, fluffing the skirt of my light pinkish salmon dress as I sit.

“What are you laughing about?” I say to my freinds, who seem to be cackling about something I don’t know about. Are they laughing at me?? I wouldn’t be surprised if they were, considering all my old friends at my old school started bullying me for being weird. UGH! WHy is being weird so hard in high school??

“Nooooiittththhhhhiiiiinnnnnnngggggggg............” the blonde haired girl and the brown eyed boy said in complete unison. Ok, that was creepy, I’m just going to ignore that.

“I will now read out the partners I’ve assigned for this art project y’all will be working on,” our teacher, Mrs. Bersbedasukeon yelled at us. I really hope I get a good partner that doesn’t make fun of my pink hair. And I rreeeeaaallllly hope I don’t get Sarah. ANYONE BUT SARAH.

“The first pair will be Karina and Sarah.”

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WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

“Ummm, can I please- but I am cut off by the rudest teacher to ever exist. She just goes on giving out partners like I don’t have a problem with mine. HOW RUDE IS THAT

“Ugghhhhhhh now our project is gonna be covered in rainbows and glitter and pink flowers, gross.” Sarah said, banding her head on the table. I feel like I’m about to cRY. THIS IS GONNA BE H O R R I B L E. why does all the horrible stuff always have to happen to me? My life sucks,

“Well have fun with you Project, you guys,” Emily quips sarcastically, popping the p, but I did NOT think it was funny. She gets to work with DJ, and that’s NOT FAIR. why can’t THEY work with Sarah???” At least they sort of l i k e her.

This is probably all their fault.

I hate them sooooooo much. :( 😭

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WHOOOAAAAAAAA CLIFFHANGERRRRRRRR!!! xD. Soz that this chapter was a little confusing but a lot of stuff that needed to happen so the story can finally pick up (I can’t believe I’ve written 18 chapters!!!) I honestly think this is the best thing I’ve ever written, but REMEMBER. I have NEVER written anything before this is my FIRST time trying fanfic and I really don’t want anyone to judge me. Don’t be r00d LOLOLOLOL.

On a different note........ my mom is FINALLY taking our family to Chicago and I’m literally going to be spending all week hunting for my two favorite people EEEEEEEEEE. I’m hoping to see them at least 7 times, maybe more? I mean I know what kind of places they like to eat at and where they hang out with people (don’t ask me how I know I’ll never tell hehehehe) so it shouldn’t be too hard to find them. By the end of the week they’re gonna LOVE ME! xD xD Anywayyyyy because of that I probably won’t be writing another chapter next week, but I will still be posting d a n k memes about our children! Dailysarina is signing off now hehe. Peace!!! ✌️

[cutegirlmayra]

Number 2: Tails and Zooey (Tails is geeking over some kind of tech or geeky thing)

Oh lol. This will be interesting xD

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Prompt: (Boom universe)

Tails flew to the brim of the stacks upon stacks of food products Zooey sold as she waved up to him from below.

“Wow, Tails. I can’t imagine how useful it would be to fly whenever I wanted too.” She put her hands together as he flew down, scratching the back of his head.

“It was nothin’. Though I do admit, I never liked my tails at the start.” he looked back to his strange mutation, and flicked them out, before looking back to Zooey. “You could say they… grew on me. Haha!” he stepped to one foot and shrugged out his pun, hoping to make her laugh.

She did, and it filled him with joy to see her giggle.

“And you’re funny too! I wish I had as many useful talents as you do, Tails.” she nodded, and looked to her stacks of fruits and vegetables. “All I seem to be able to accomplish in my life is how to grow things.” she sighed, but kept her pleasant smile.

“Ah! T-th-that’s not true!” Tails quickly sped himself in front of her gaze, shaking his hands out, and then gesturing back to her, feeling a horrible sting on his heart and hearing her think that. “Y-you grow more than that! I mean, you help people grow too!”

“…Huh?” She tilted her head, not understanding.

“Umm… uhh..” Tails turned away, before looking back at her. “Like… when we first met, I thought of every silly, nonethical, and especially degrading stunt you could imagine to get your attention! But once I learned how to feel comfortable with my own skill-set, I learned that it’s okay to be myself around you. You teach people to feel comfortable about who they are, without some cheap, side gimmicks.” he turned shy a moment and kicked the ground with his foot, looking up and then down from her and then away. As if he couldn’t look her in the eye while saying all those truths.

Zooey placed a hand on her heart, “Aww~” she walked over and kissed his cheek. “You’re the greatest, Tails!” she waved him goodbye and went back to work.

He swayed back… and forth… before shaking his head, stopping himself from swooning further.

‘Hey! Compliments gets kisses! Gotta log that.’ He pulled out his cute Hello Doggy notebook and pen, writing his notes down.

He suddenly looked over his notes on ‘how wooing should go, Main objective: Next level!!!’ with Zooey’s name covered in decorative designs and hearts.

He closed the book, pouting.

‘This is taking too long…’ he slowly turned his head to peek around his shoulder to Zooey, unaware of him, at the moment.

“Hmm…” he tapped the Hello Doggy pen up against his cheek, then got an idea.

‘I know! I’ll make a data chart! Once I formulate a fail-safe plan on how to win Zooey over, I won’t need to feel so shy anymore!’ he put the pen and journal away, heading home.

“S-see ya later, Zooey!” he waved behind him, still trying to summon enough confidence to continue being around her longer.

She waved back, “Bye, Tails.” Very casually.

‘Huh…” Tails lowered his hand, turning sorrowful. ‘You know.. Sometimes I can’t tell if we’re even dating or not…’ he flew off.

Sitting at home, he made his chart!

There was one problem… he couldn’t connect everything together into a perfect, foolproof plan… the course could take a number of turns and he honestly didn’t know her THAT well enough to know what would happen if something went wrong… other than her walking away… which he knew of from the first time he tried wooing her.

“Augh!” he fell back on his chair, closing his eyes, “After millions of years with men living among women… you’d think even ONE of us would have cracked the code… or skimmed the surface enough to make one, sure plan of action.” he threw an arm over his eyes, sighing…

Then he got it.

The greatest epiphany of all mankind.

The thing that would ensure that any man could woo any woman!

But he didn’t care about that, he just wanted Zooey to love him!

Or at least… get some more proof that she did, anyway!

He threw himself up.

-scene change-

“I’m sure you’ve all been wondering why I’ve gathered you here today.”

Tails stood on a podium, as a group of ‘men only’ were present for the council, as even the Mayor was sitting in the chair, looking at the pamphlet that stated, ‘How to get your girl, the scientific discovery of a lifetime! -Miles “Tails” Prower’.

“What do you think about this, Knuckles?” Sonic leaned over to Knuckles, not WANTING to be here… but here nonetheless…

He had his arms folded as Knuckles chowed down on refreshments and food.

“I don’t know! Why am I even here? Oh, wait! I remember.” he kissed a piece of pizza and then ate it. “H-hey! It works!” he gestured to Sonic who rolled his eyes.

“Actually, I’m honestly banking on this for the rest of my life.” Fastidious Beaver stated, looking done with the rest of his life…

Eggman, Orbot, and Cubot had disguised themselves as woodland creatures to attend too, as Eggman eagerly took his seat, trying to be inconspicuous.

“Finally! A bullet-proof plan to make wemon all over the world swoon at my feet! With a big enough army equipped with my spectacular weaponry, I’ll be unstoppable! After all, who would hit a lady!?” Eggman gestured, sure this was the right place to be.

Orbot sighed, “I just want to find a nice robot with a heart of gold…literally, that element is known to be quite desirable.”

Cubot shrugged, “Eh. I’m just here to boo. BOO!! BOO!!! Down with innovation!!”

Eggman shut him up by smashing his head down, “Quiet you! I’m trying to come off subtle.”

Some villagers turned around, glaring.

Eggman waved at them nervously, before flicking his animal ear, trying to look authentic.

“Now then, it’s time to reveal my super-exclusive, one of a kind, sure way to get a woman to fall in love with ya! That’s right! I’ve broken the female psyche!”

“He’s mad! Ehem.” Someone called out, but it sounded like a higher pitch… before grumbling back down into a deeper voice.

Tails fidgeted a little, and moved on. “Uhh… well… To be clear, it’s actually rather simple… just… complicated on execution.”

“You’ll have an execution if you’re wrong! Ehem.” that same voice…

Tails shook it off, looking offended.

“As I was saying…” he glared out at the crowd, before revealing his powerpoint! “Tah-dah!”

It had two steps on it.

Sonic raised an eyebrow, as Knuckles pointed and laughed, before dropping it. “I don’t get it.”

“You see!” Tails flew over to it, pointing with his withdrawable stick. “Women, in their natural dialogue, will say something negative about themselves almost 40% of the time. Depends on the mood.” he shrugged, before flying over to step two, “The trick is,” he looked like he was getting excited, explaining his findings. “To really get their hearts going, you need to be able to apply the negative information you just learned… and deflect it!” he swished his pointer out, as the men ‘ooh’d before Knuckles said again,-

“I don’t get it.”

Tails drooped his ears, annoyed, before going back to stage one.

“Okay. Look. It’s simple. But you have to be creative.” he clicked the powerpoint to show a generic girl on it.

“Hey! That’s my sister!”

“Ohh!” he shook his head, “Fine, I have another picture.”

It was another generic girl.

“Hey, that’s my twin sister!”

“UGH!”

Tails clicked it again.

“Hey, that’s my step-sister!”

Click.

“Half-Sister!”

“UGGH!!! Okay, no visuals! Just look at the board!” Tails gestured to it again. “If a girl says something bad or mean or just plain awful about herself, you counteract it by saying something wonderful, meaning, and true about themselves! It’s that simple! The more times you succeed, the more they’ll want to be around you cause you make them feel good about themselves.”

The men all looked around at each other.

“The only problem is that we never pick up on it. We barely notice when we say those negative things about ourselves…” Tails looked down, fiddling with his stick as he slid it around the palms of his hands that were tightly holding on to it. “But… that’s what so amazing about girls. They do pick up naturally on it. And when we do it, it helps them see that we care just as much as they care about us.”

Eggman picked up a tissue, wiping a tear away.

Orbot looked up at him, confused. “Sir?”

“I’m fine. Really… just thinkin’ of momma.” he sneezed into the tissue, getting emotional. “She was always there for me and my countless failures! WHAAAA HAAA HAAAA… MOMMA.”

Cubot boo’d.

“There, there.” Orbot patted his back, “I’m sure she was a lovely lady… with a lovely nose to match her sons.”

Eggman smiled to him, before bashing his head. “Don’t ever touch me again.”

“I would have liked to say I object… but I actually think is rather sweet, Tails.”

“Huh?”

A few people stood up in the room, and removed their hoodies.

“AH!” Tails was shocked, “Amy! Sticks! Z-Zooey!?” his eyes went crazy as he gripped his head at seeing her there too.

“Honey!”

“Darling!”

“Momma?” “My Baby!”

“My Sister-in-law!”

The generic girl smiled.

Amy stepped up to the podium, as Tails came flying down, looking afraid.

“How did you-?”

“What? It’s not like you had security in here.”

Tails glared at the dressed up bears, who nudged each other and ran out.

“Ugh.. did you ALL hear that?” Tails put a hand to his face, worried about Zooey…

Amy placed a hand on his shoulder, “Tails. Although I honestly don’t believe you could have cracked the female mind, I do appreciate the sentiment of wanting to encourage a healthy self-esteem.” she turned to the audience. “Gentlemen. What Tails said has some truth. By noticing and caring about the girls you love, you can show them through more than just simply words that you care about them. That you’re willing to support them, and remind them why they’re so special to you.”

As Amy gave her speech, couples all got together and held one another, smiling up to each other. Even the evil ones~

“As we both, not just men or women, learn to recognize our strengths, talents, and aid each other in our short comings, we’ll make a world proud to be a world! Now whose with me!?” she rose her fist into the air.

“Yeah!” they all cheered.

Tails flew down to Zooey. “Z-Zooey, I-” he felt so embarrassed, but she smiled and put a kiss on his cheek. “Oh! W-wait! I didn’t compliment you or talk great about what you thought was bad or-”

She put a finger to his lips, and shook her head.

“Oh, Tails. Didn’t you say I was someone who helped those around them see the good in themselves? And not in what they should become?”

He lowered his head, ashamed.

She giggled and raised it up to look at his sweet eyes again. “I think it was a sweet gesture to try and figure out what makes me happy, Tails. But everyone girl is different. I think, we both have insecurities and weaknesses, that we can both help each other out on. What do you say?”

He smiled, taking her hand in his. “I say… Zooey, even if I’m kind of a dork…” he looked away, as she giggled again, and he blushed, looking back up at her. “Will you go out with me? Again?” he was worried about saying that last part.

“Tails? I thought we were going out?”

That sentence made sparked a chain reaction in Tails, and he immediately was so happy that he could barely speak it.

She giggled as Amy walked down, clapping.

“Cheers for the underdog!”

“Here, here!”

Eggman threw the pamphlet behind him, “Well, that was a COMPLETE waste of my time! Don’t you men know that women need something to attack and take over too? Like the world!” Eggman quickly dashed off. “that’s it! If I claim the world! I’ll get the girl! WHAHAHA! Who doesn’t like a man with flare and power!?”

“Boo! Boo!”

“Shut up, Cubot.”

Sonic walked over to Amy, “So… You once again spoil the party.”

She smirked, “Like you were enjoying the party.”

He smiled and stood next to her, the two smiling to one another.

“…Any weaknesses I should know about?”

“Emm… Not much. I’m kinda perfect you know.”

“Funny. So am I.”

They winked to each other.