#Cul de Sac Kids

[t-allyitup]

erm ... draft of high school/ya designs for the rest of the cul de sac that i haven't sketched yet . nazz, jonny, jimmy, sarah specifically. i'll do the kankers soon maybe ? idk

some notes:

jonny: i really wanted jonny with cornrows/braids to work but it doesn't really align with my personal image of him so i did a test sketch and decided i didn't like it. his natural hair is just gonna flow. his shirt is a fela kuti shirt with the neckline cut off so it sits more loose, and i can honestly see him lounging in sweats and pj pants a lot. he def wears lots of bleach dyed shirts and muscle tanks imo. shoes could either be some of those sherpa lined ox blood red timbs or super beat up yellow slip on vans ... im undecided. he has some piercings and probably pulls a frank ocean and dyes his hair green and gets a buzz cut eventually too. i drew him with piercings but im not really a fan of how it turned out so im ignoring those. i personally hc jonny as aroace, just to mention

nazz: i have an hc or i guess just in my universe nazz is korean-american and dyes her hair like beabadoobee (platinum blonde with grown out roots) and maybe has some electric blue streaks in her hair. she has freckles and a septum piercing and bangle bracelets and wears chokers (i forgot to draw these tho oops). she likes bootcut jeans and halter tops... she def goes braless imo ik thats a weird hc but idk i think she's soooo early 2000s in lots of her lore so it mAkes sense. i wish i had drawn her less skinny, in my head she's more midsize and like pear shaped ig but with thinner forearms and calves. also want to note that her eye makeup is meant to be sharp and exaggerated ... i feel like looking back on this it looks like i made her eyes a very over-exaggerated almond shape but i didn't mean for them to come out that sharp i suppose

sarah: tallllllllllllllllllllllllll asf ! wears a lot of denim shorts and converse. i also think a lot of her little stylistic notes play off of nazz, i have a theory that nazz is like a big sister figure to her and she subconsciously picks up stuff that nazz does because she admires her so much (or nazz gives her stuff/shops with her! i like that better) for example the bangle bracelets, chokers, dark denim, choppy bangs yk. in my head sarah is always wearing chucks and she ofc has her big a$$ mouth. i think she gets braces too

jimmy: crack design bc i got tired but he gets that white boy fade and his ears pierced, skinny jeans and big hoodie, birkenstock boston clogs, probably wears his shirts fitted and cut just above his waist cuz he's a lil slimey like that. lost the headgear but still has braces and an expanded, maybe also got some sort of jaw surgery for his teeth cuz they were fawked

[eyzoa]

↳. cul-de-sac kids stimboard with themes of autumn, cozyiness and reading fairytales.

[theangrycomet-art]

Cul-de-Sac Kids 2

Tanner and Paisley, Olof, and Rowan and Oakley

COMMISSIONS OPENED

Kofi

Character Stats I’ve been meaning to add but forgot and probably won’t get to for a while cause this has already been in my drafts for like 8 months and I wanna post it so here’s a keep reading so that when I eventually edit this it’ll redirect to my blog with the “original” freshly edited post

Tanner

age: 16

he/him…

Number 12 on the [find name for Soccer team]

on the field, Tanner is a bright, confident and competent player, but off the field he is incredibly clumsy

is always finding himself in uncomfortable/awkward situations

is signed up for almost every sport that he can be but the only one he really enjoys is Soccer (partially due to how supportive the team is)

wants to quit but also doesn’t want to disappoint his dad

honestly he’s rather be doing dance with his sister than anymore sports but was shot down by his dad when he brought it up the one time

eventually she realizes she’s a girl but she doesn’t know how to bring it up to her dad- or even if she should at all given his past history reagarding Tanner’s interest in more feminine things

Paisley

Age: 9

she/her

the little sugar plum Princess of fury

In ballet- wants to be a boxer (she doesn’t hate ballet per se- she’s just rather be in the dojo next door)

wants to join the KND but Oakley won’t tell her how to join

Olof

Age: 15

he/him

one of the many grandsons of Sheperd

has a goat named Gloria and a sheep named Cloud

a skilled fiber crafter

stress whittles (carved his own shepherd staff when he was 6)

a cheerful fellow, he could happily spend the day tending to his and his families animals

Hates the texture of dirt (specifically dry dirt, as mud doesn’t seem to bother him,

potential recruit for the Gizmos (if Kaiden can figure out how to convince him that ice skating isn’t that hard or scary)

confident in his skills, but easily flustered by his social feaux paes

Defensive about his “weird” habits (his abnormal strength, love of meat, strange expressions, his old way of dressing, etc)

though he loves his family, he I had mixed feelings on their strange traditions, much to the chagrin of his father

he tends to try and hide it rather than explain it, never inviting people over and even occasionally claiming his fathers an accountant

His sister Heidi (whom he was closest to) felt the same way and ran away when they were 12 (he was 11), never to be seen again

this heartbreak almost divided the family, but they kept it together barely

Operative Numbuh 8642 (Keeper of the Hamsters)

Weapon of Choice: M.I.S.S.O.L.E. (Shoe Gun)

Status: Decommissioned

Recruited alongside Numbuh 2468 (Status: MIA) by Numbuh 88^2 during a rescue mission

Rowan

Age: 15

they/them

constantly spacing out- lives in their own world

sculptor (like scrounding the junkyard for parts for his pieces)

offers strange pieces of advice that 2/3 times work like a charm

stoner buddies with Mason

superhero fan; favorite hero is Rex.

Never seen without their jacket. They supposedly has a tattoo that they’re hiding from their parents but nobody had ever seen it

while they’re not mean to their little brother they arn’t exactly putting much effort into him

They has a deep burning indifference to him, if not a mild irritation

Oakley

Age: 11

talks nonstop (even in his sleep)

Operative Numbuh 1424: Security and Defense Specialist

Weapon of Choice: Custom S.P.L.A.N.K.E.R.

Status: Active

[bleachanimefan1]

Mis Edventures Part One

In With The Ed,

A few cars along with a grey sedan and a moving van turned around the block pulling into the cul-de-sac. There were several kids playing in the street. A girl with short blond hair wearing a white tank top over a black shirt and blue jeans, dribbling a basketball, Nazz. A younger boy with pale skin, white hair, wearing a teal long sleeved shirt and white pants, Jimmy. A girl with red hair wearing a pink short sleeved shirt and blue jeans, Sarah. The two were sitting together and having a picnic, surrounded by dolls and stuffed animals. A boy riding a bike wearing a backwards red cap, green long-sleeved shirt, black shorts, Kevin.

A bald boy wearing a white shirt and blue jeans and sandals, Jonny. He was playing jump rope with one end tied to a tree while the other was beside a plank of wood with smiley face drawn on to it. Another boy who had a mono brow, short blue hair wearing a striped yellow and red shirt and blue jeans and sneakers, Rolf. He was tending to his small family farm and animals. However, further away from the group were three boys with a stand with a sign that read "bounce house for $.25". It was a couple of old mattresses with loose springs, supported on top of cinder blocks in front of the house. 

One tall with a mono brow, wearing a dark green jacket, red and white shirt, blue jeans, Ed. He was jumping on the mattresses. The second was average height, wearing a black beanie, red shirt, blue jean shorts and red stockings and blue sneakers, Double D. The third boy was shorter than the rest, wearing a yellow shirt with red horizontal stripe and blue jeans and sneakers, Eddy. They saw the cars stopping in front of the old, abandoned house. The cinder blocks caved in taking the mattress with it causing Ed to fall face first on the ground. They saw several people coming out of the vans and trimming the grass fast before hopping back into the cars driving away.

"Whoa, check it out. Someone's moving into the creepy old house!" Eddy shouted to Double D and Ed.

"Maybe they're vampires or zombies or aliens from another dimension come to harvest out organs! " Ed exclaimed.

"You've been watching too many monster movies, Ed." Double D replied. The other kids were watching as well, wondering who the new neighbors were.

"They must be loaded." Kevin murmured.

"Maybe, they have a kid around our age. We should go introduce ourselves." Nazz replied.

"Right. Ladies first." Kevin answered, nervously. Nazz frowned at him. Kevin turned to Rolf as he saw him, walk over.

"What is with all of this hoo haw racket!? Rolf can not work!" He shouted, irritated. Kevin grabbed Rolf and pushed him over towards the old house. "Rolf, you go, man!" Rolf froze in place and grabbed Kevin and the two were pushing trying to make one or the other move. Suddenly, the doors to the grey sedan were kicked open. The kids froze, neither moving a muscle.

They saw a tall man with dark hair climbing out of the driver's seat, wearing a red and white leaf Hawaiian shirt, with a tan shirt underneath and blue jeans. Next, they saw a girl around their age climbing out followed by another girl who looked to be around Sarah and Jimmy's age. The older girl had short black hair, wearing a black choker, a white long-sleeved shirt and black shirt underneath, blue jeans and sneakers. She noticed the group of kids watching them, staring at each one until her eyes fell downwards seeing Eddy. She quickly looked away, looking over at the new house, focusing on it. Eddy frowned.

Another snobby kid who will ignore him. Great.

The younger sister had dark brown hair tied in a braided ponytail, wearing a grey sweater and dark grey skirt with black stockings and velcro shoes. Her eyes widen a little when she noticed the group of kids a few feet away. She tensed up when she saw Nazz and Jimmy wave at her. She saw their mouths moving as they said something "Do you want to play with us?" Nazz called out. But the little girl couldn't make out what she was saying. She quickly hid behind her older sister, grabbing on to her shirt tightly. The man noticed his daughters looking at something and turned to see the group of kids standing in the street. He smiled and waved hello to them before walking his daughters into the house.

"They seem friendly!" Ed smiled.

The family of three stepped into the living room of the house, looking around. "Here, we are, Andy and Bella. Peach Creek. A new fresh start for all of us! For you, me and your sister!" Andy's dad smiled as the three stepped inside the house. "Just look at the view!"

The floorboards squeaked with every step, multiple holes in the ceiling that looked like rats had chewed into them, cobwebs scattered all over the place, a large fireplace and a curved staircase leading up to another floor. A piece of the ceiling fell down landing in front of the two girls, almost flatting them like a pancake.

"Yeah, some view." Andy retorted. Her father turned to her.

"When will mom come and see our new house?" Bella asked.

"Bella, we've talked about this. Mom's very sick at the moment. She's on a long vacation to get better. Understand?" Her father replied, softly. Bella sighed and looked down. "I understand."

"But does it really have to be this house?" Andy asked. "It doesn't look up to safety standards." 

"Listen, I know that things are different now, with mom and all. But I have potential in this place. It just needs a fixer up that's all" he said, wrapping his arms around Andy and Bella. "The main thing is, is that we have each other and that's all that matters. You, me and Bella."

"I am pretty great." Andy smiled.

"Yes, you are. We all have to work together to make this work. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes! And hopefully I'll be able to make lots of friends who understand me!" Bella shouted.

"Yes, you will."

"They better or I will make them." Andy smirked. 

"No, you will not."

"But, dad!-"

"No, buts. The reason why Bella gets treated this way is because they don't understand her. They don't know that she's hard of hearing and deaf. Do you remember what happened last time?" Andy cringed and looked down. She knows all too well. Every kid on the block was afraid to even go near the two of them. All because one girl asked why Bella was deaf and started to make fun of Bella and her speech which ended up making her cry. That girl had two front teeth missing permanently forever. "If you go and beat them up, what will they think? Then neither of you will make friends."

"Fine. I'll behave and try not to get into any fights." Andy sighed. Her father smiled and reached into his pocket, pulling out his wallet and pulled out a five-dollar bill.

"That reminds me, here's five bucks if you go out and make some friends." He handed it to her. Andy stared at it before finally taking it from him.

"You do know that money can't buy happiness, right, dad?" Andy joked.

"I know. But you need to make some friends, here. It'll be good for you, keep your mind off of things." He told her.

"But I don't want any friends. I'm happy being by myself." Andy spoke.

"Then just use it go buy some pop or something while I go help with the move in. I did see a playground not too far from here. Go and have fun and take Bella with you."

"Come on." Andy begrudgingly told Bella and the two left the house. She snorted, snickering to herself.

That boy was short, kind of cute too.

She guess she can make this work for now. For Bella's sake.

[justladders]

Fnaftober Day 11 - Crossover Episode

You can't tell me this episode wouldn't be GREAT

[muses-of-the-memory]

Hikari was helping Double D with the chick egg project in the science lab. She decorated hers with a bow and a diaper.

@hoshi-neko-hikari

"Greetings, fellow Cluckers!" Edd shouted using a megaphone. "The Happy Cluckers Club is now called to order." He said examining an egg under an incubator thoroughly.

Jonny sweats as Edd looks it over. "Egg-ceptional progress, Jonny." Edd congratulated.

"Right on! We're gonna have us a family, buddy!" Jonny shouted to Plank, happily. "And what do we have here?" Edd asked about Hikari's egg. "Your egg looks adorable as you, Hikari. A perfect match." Edd smiled.

[swordheld]

hi! your blog is one of my favourites and i absolutely adore reading your thoughts. my grandfather recently passed away and it feels like i lost myself with him. how do i continue living after this? there is this constant weight on my chest and it feels like an emptiness has made a home inside of me. how do i go on when it feels like the world crashed on my shoulders?

hello, love! this is so very sweet and kind of you, and i hope you're treating yourself gently and kindly right now - there aren't words for a loss like this. that heaviness is difficult, and hard, and painful. it's okay if things don't feel okay, right now, or even soon - i think that's something that a lot of the people i know that have gone through similar grief feel: like they should be able to get back to a relative 'normal' in a [insert far too short period of time].

but it's okay if it hurts. that's where i'd like to start. you're allowed to feel that emptiness, that world-crashed feeling that goes beyond words, beyond time. don't feel like you have to rush this to feel some sort of better. things get easier with time, i promise you this, but sometimes painful feelings are important to feel, too. cry, scream, feel your emotions. they're a part of you. grieve.

it's perhaps a little silly, but when i think about death i always think about a couple of space songs: mainly drops of jupiter by train and saturn by sleeping at last. there are perhaps others that speak to the emotions better, but these two have always hit something a little deeper for me, and are popular for a wide-reaching reason.

and while personally i don't know much about grief like this, i do know a lot about love; and i think they're a lot of the same thing.

the people we love are a part of us, and this is why it takes from us so deeply when we lose them, because it does feel like we've lost a part of ourselves in the wake of it. but it's because they were so central to our experiences of living - our lives, that the separation introduces a hollowness - a place where they used to be. a home that now goes unlived in.

an emptiness, like you said.

but just because they're not here physically, doesn't mean he's not still there, in your heart, in your life, your memory. you can hold him close in smaller ways, as well: steal a sweater, or cologne/scent for something a little more physical and long lasting for remembering. hold onto the memories you cherish, the things that made you laugh, the ease of slow mornings and gentle nights. write them all down, slide a few photographs in there, go through it and add more when you miss him. keep them all close, keep them in your heart.

you're not alone, in this. he's still there, with you, it's just - in the little things.

he's with you in the way you see and go about your daily life, in doing what he liked to do, in the ways he interacted with the world that you shared with him. the memories you recall fondly when the night is late or the moment is right and something calls it into you like a melody, an old bell, laughter you'd recognize anywhere.

but i think, perhaps most importantly above all others - talk about him. with your family, your friends, his friends, strangers; stories are how we keep the people we love alive. the connections they've made, the legacies and experiences they've left behind, and so, so many stories.

how lucky, we are - to love so much it takes a piece of us when they go. grief is the other side of the coin, but it does not mean our love goes away. it lives in you. it lives in everyone who knew him, in the smallest pieces of our lives.

the people we love never really leave us, like this: they're in how we cook and the way we fold our newspapers, our laundry, in the radio stations we tune in to and the way we decorate our walls, our photo albums. they're in the way we store our mail, organize our closets, the scribbled notes in the indexes of our books. the meals we love and the drinks we mix, the way we spend time with one another. they've been passed down for generations, for longer than history - and we are all the luckier for it.

think about what you shared with him, and do it intentionally. bring him into your life, like this, again. whether it's crosswords or poetry or sports or anything else. if one doesn't help, try another. something might click.

i hope things feel a little easier for you, as they tend to do only with time. i hope you find joy in your grief, even if it is small and hard to grasp at first. know that your hurt stems from so much love that there isn't a place to put it properly, and that it is something so meaningful and hurting poets and storytellers have been struggling to put it into words and sounds that feel like the fit right for eons, and that it is also just simply yours. sometimes things don't have to make sense. sometimes they just are - unable to be put into words or neat little sentiments, as unfair and tragic as they come.

but i promise it will not feel like this forever. your love is real. and perhaps, on where to begin on from here - i think it's less on finding where to begin and just beginning. and you've already started. you've taken the most important and crucial step: the first one. wherever you go, after that, from here? you'll figure it out. you always have, and you always do. it'll come, as things always do. love leads us, as does light - and you're never alone in your hurt. in your grief, your missing something dear to you. i think if you talk about it with others, you'll find they have ways of helping you cope as well - and they have so much love of their own to spare, too.

as an aside, here is the song (northern star by dom fera) i was listening to when i wrote this, for no other reason more than it makes me think of connections, and love, and how we hold onto the people we love and how they change us, wonderfully and intrinsically. it's a little more joyous than the others i've mentioned, and plays like a story, and it made me think of what is at the core of this, love and stories and i am here with you, and maybe it'll bring you some joy, if you'd like it. wishing you all my love and ease 💛

[comradecowplant]

omg some neighborhood kids in the place i'm finishing up at for the weekend knocked on the door and offered to wash my car (which got heavily gooped with pine sap when i was out wildernessing last week & i haven't had time/motivation to clean it) and they mumbled something about ten or fifteen bucks and judging by how wide their eyes got when i came back with forty-five i think those poor boys were selling themselves short and asking for 15 total smh no no young lads value yourself and your labor more, you EACH deserve a fair cut and also my car is grimy as hell & there is no way i can compensate you a measly five bucks each in good conscience o7

[memelzebub]

the eene fans of yore who were hating on season 5 were kind of right

[idontliketomatoesleavemealone]

I think my mom doesn’t understand that people grow apart sometimes and that’s okay

[rainbowwing251]

Fuck it, Edd/Double D Tickle Headcanons

Yeah, I couldn’t resist anymore, I had to post these headcanons I came up with for Double D. Going to put this under Read More because this shit is going to be long as hell.

The most ticklish of the Eds. Like holy FUCK is this guy ticklish.

His entire torso and waist is ticklish along with his armpits and ears, but his ribs are his death spot. Tickle him there and he’ll instantly be hysterical and fall to the floor.

Everyone in the cul-de-sac has tickled him for some reason or another.

Is he rambling on and on about an invention he made? Eddy tickles him to shut him up. Is he rambling out of anxiety? Ed immediately drops everything to tickle him until he calms down. Has he been snarky/sassy all day? Eddy wrecks his shit. Is he doubtful of a scam? Eddy wrecks his shit. Is he refusing to go along with a scam? Ed and Eddy tickle him until he gives in. Want to find out what he’s hiding under his hat? …well he’s not going to tell you, but tickle him anyway!

There are a million reasons to tickle Double D, that’s all I’m saying.

A single touch will cause him to fold up like paper. Probably literally given the physics seen in this show, but he’ll try to curl up regardless.

If not curling up, sneaking up behind him to poke him in the side will cause him to fly into space.

Pinning him down is not even a challenge. He’s the weakest of the Eds in terms of physical strength, so much so that even Jimmy could pin him down and he wouldn’t be able to get away. Tickles aren’t even necessary in order to pin him down without a struggle, but the kids do it anyway because torturing him with tickles is funny to them.

He’s so fucking squirmy that it’s hilarious. He’s essentially a ticklish little worm when he’s not pinned down.

He’s twitchy too. If you were to put your hands on his stomach or ribs and not move an itch, you’d feel his body twitch and tremble every second due to the anticipation he’s feeling.

His laugh is the cutest laugh anyone in the cul-de-sac has ever heard in their lives. It’s mostly little giggles and titters with a few full belly laughs in between.

He’s incredibly squeaky too. He tries so hard to not let out squeaks when he feels someone’s hands on his ribs or tummy, but he succeeds only 25% of the time.

If he lets out a particularly loud squeal, he hides his face in his hat out of embarrassment.

Speaking of his hat, when he’s in a lee mood or someone tries to tickle his ears, he tends to hide away in his hat. While it does protect his ears from tickles, it does not protect him from the laughter of all the other kids when they figure out why he’s hiding in the first place, nor does it protect him from Ed randomly deciding to throw him over his shoulder and carry him away to a secluded space to tickle him.

He occasionally snorts when he laughs, which is even more embarrassing to him than squealing. Kevin and Eddy have laughed at him for this at least once.

He actually makes a lot of funny noises in general while he’s being tickled. He can’t help it, it’s like his brain is short-circuiting!

He shakes like a leaf when he’s in a lee mood. He has no idea how to deal with this without flustering himself until he melts into a puddle on the ground, but God damn it, he wants to be tickled so badly!

He’ll be super blushy too. Ed always believes that Double D has a fever whenever he’s like this, but Eddy knows better.

Cannot hear the word tickle when he’s in a lee mood. If anyone says it, regardless of who it is, he’ll fall over like a plank of wood. Eddy loves to abuse the shit out of this.

Double D as a ler through? Terrifying.

His intelligence means that he’s memorized all of the cul-de-sac kids’ worst spots, all of the teases that make them crack, and all of the tools that make them scream with laughter if applicable.

Because of his lack of physical strength, he depends on attacking his lee’s worst spots to keep them trapped under him.

He loves to conduct tickly experiments using all different kinds of tickle tools to see which ones make his lee laugh the hardest or the loudest.

He experiments with teases too to see which ones are the most effective.

When the experiments are done, he writes down everything he learned and hides it somewhere where someone like Ed or Eddy can’t find them. He may be an evil ler, but he doesn’t want this information to fall into the wrong hands.

Of course, while he’s tickling someone, he’ll tell them about tickling. The terminology, the reasons why certain spots are more ticklish than others, how tickling can help friends or family members bond with one another, all of it. It’s like he’s having a completely normal conversation while the lee is dying of laughter.

It gets worse for the lee if he decides to target specific spots while he talks about them.

Teases and the word tickle do not phase him when he’s in a ler mood. Needless to say that pisses Eddy off and scares the crap out of him at the same time.

If he wants revenge, he will come up with a legitimate strategy to get a satisfying amount of payback. He’ll draw entire diagrams, make entire lists of teases and/or tools, and write step-by-step produces on how he’ll get back at his target.

He can’t help but laugh along with anyone he tickles, even when he’s getting revenge. Normally he wouldn’t be entertained by anything he considers to be silly, but tickling is the one exception.

That being said, for him, entertainment doesn’t come from tormenting anyone with tickling, but with trying to forge a closer bond with someone if that’s possible for him to do.

Overall, ler Double D can be scary but friendly. There is one problem however… can he run away before his lee recovers and gets revenge on him?

…no. Most of the time the answer is no.

[rachel-sylvan-author]

My childhood formative books! "Little House on the Prairie" by Laura Ingalls Wilder "The Cul-de-Sac Kids" by Beverly Lewis "The Chronicles of Narnia" by C. S. Lewis

QOTD: What are your childhood formative books? Do we have any in common? ❤️

[patwrites]

Phoebe Tonkin 🤝 playing moms

[theangrycomet-art]

Cul-de-Sac Kids 1

Jib, Junior, and Tiffaney

COMMISSIONS OPENED

Kofi

Character Stats I’ve been meaning to add but forgot and probably won’t get to for a while cause this has already been in my drafts for like 8 months and I wanna post it so here’s a keep reading so that when I eventually edit this it’ll redirect to my blog with the “original” freshly edited post

Jib

Age: 18

Son of Ed, Nephew of Sara

he/him

Proud ballet dancer

Inherited his family's abnormal strength and appetite

a bit smarter that his father but just as loud and rambunctious

has been held back several grades due to low performance in class

Best friends with Jr

Eddy Jr. McRich

Age: 14

he/him

Son of Eddy McRich (Eddy had his name legally changed when he was an adult in an attempt to garner more fortune with mixed results)

Taught everything there is to know about “fleecing pigeons” from his father, Jr. is regularly scamming the Cul de Sac out of their allowance

Charming and suave, he can convince you to buy your own shoes off your feet if you let him talk to you for more than a minute

However, his short temper and large ego are quick to ruin this, something that's only gotten worse with his teen years

was "King" of the Cul de Sac back before the old residents moved back

Little respect for others and their property

Skilled ventriloquist (uses Eddo for his acts)

Tiffaney

Age: 15

Daughter of Jimmy, a once renowned fashion designer until the Crumpled Velvet Vest incident

when she was little she was very frail and constantly getting sick and injured

while she has grown out of this, she is still acustomed to being treated "reverently" and like she is the only girl in the world

Which she technically had been before the "new" kids moved in

she is very good at getting people to do what she wants, especially with her looks and “modest” resources

[mkorpse13]

I have such a urge to make a eene horror au right now.

I got this idea mainly from “The Island of the Slaughtered” and “Fear Street”.

Lemon Brook and Peach Creek have always been rival towns, although Lemon Brook was always the cleaner and safer town as Peach Creek was more run down and less safe. Recently the town of Peach Creek was raided by a murder that unfortunately killed many Peach Creek Jr. High students, the killer slowly made their way from street to street.. neighborhood by neighborhood.. until they reached the Cul De Sac. Will they survive?

Maybe I could do a fanfiction? Fan comic? I’m not sure if I’ll ever even add more on to this idea. It’s a cool idea but it would definitely take a lot of time and planning. Please feel free to share your thoughts about this, and even ideas.

[aiiaiiiyo]