#I’m not a clown babes! and definitely not a dog I don’t do tricks!

[wraithdance]

Praying for all the reserved neurodivergent girlies (gn) who get called mean, stuck up, bitchy, rude for not being on the peppy cheerleader side of the spectrum.

[cottoncandyjester]

Which of your ocs would go to therapy for or with their darling? How much effort would they actually put into it?

This is like tricking your dog into going to the vet.. y'all are evil

This story contains: them talking about their dark past, incest(twins), talk of sex

Theodore

Absolutely not.

He's a doctor so he would argue that he would know his own body pretty well

"i don't need therapy sweetie, I'm mentally healthy"

This is the same man who flinches at the sight of a butcher knife and has so much mental trauma he still gets scared touching you

If you beg he'll do it though..of course he'll be passive aggressive but he'll go.

Tries to out logic the damn therapist

"so theodore, describe your childhood"

Theodore pushed his glasses up and clears his throat, this was definitely not going to be good. "I'm well aware that a person's childhood shapes their mental state but I assure you this is a waste of time."

"theo, let them help y-" you shuddered at the sharp glance theodore gave you. You've never seen him so aggressive before but it was clear he wasnt having fun. He hated the thought of someone analyzing his every movements and play with his head since it's something he does to you so having it done to him is less fun. "I assure you, I'm mentally sound..nothing is wrong with me"

"alright well, how about we talk about your childhood anyways just chatting nothing serious?"

Theodore scowled before glancing your way, you were doing this cause you loved him..so he should go along with this right?

Hikaru

You have to trick him

You brought it up once and he lashed out at you so badly he actually hurt you pretty bad

You told him you wanted to shopping but when he saw you two were infront of a building that definitely wasn't a mall he was PISSED

He was about two seconds away from hitting you but he saw how much you wanted to help him so he gave it a shock

Aggressive as all hell

He couldn't believe he was here, a group therapy session for victims of sexual abuse. The male sat there in his expensive clothes with his diamond encrusted shades on a scowl on his face.

"so, would you like to introduce yourself and tell us why you're here?" You flinched lightly at the single question the therapist asked before glancing at hikaru who in his legs and pushed his shades up his blue eyes flickering with rage.

"I'm here cause my bitch of a soulmate decided to drag me here instead of a shopping trip like they promised, I could be at home getting my dick sucked but no in here surrounded by idiots" hikaru was definitely in a fiery mood.

"well hikaru, y/n brought you here bec-"

Hikaru huffed in anger cutting the doctor off his anger being never ending. "they brought me here cause they think they are so smart. Their job is to please me in anyway I see fit, in return I spoil them once in a while and I am NOT pleased." With that Hikaru got up before shooting you a dirty look.

"you have ten minutes to meet me in the car or you're walking home" he snapped before walking out the room. You apologized for hikaru before going to join him.

Axis

The first one willing to go

He thinks it will make a great date

Tells his therapist EVERYTHING

Honestly he sounds so chipper about it they look so worried for him

Like sir are you okay?!

Clams up when it comes to insecurities

Like nope.

He only goes once though cause in his eyes therapy is a going once event

"- then my brother salem poured bleach in my eyes! I know it was bad but I of course forgive him cause all siblings fight right? He's really great though! Like one time we were playing hide and seek and he couldn't find me for six hours haha!"

you nervously glanced at the horror stricken expression the therapist had, they were so shocked they werent even taking notes. "Your brother sounds extremely toxic and incredibly dangerous" they stated and axis paused with a light pout clearly offended.

"salem wouldn't hurt a fly!" He huffs out and you weren't sure this was helping too much..though you were glad he decided to go.

Salem

So his therapist had to see a therapist

The first three minutes he had to wear a muzzle cause he tried to eat his therapist and not in the fun way

He is so feral he just speaks in slurring words and barks

You have to put a collar and leash on him

He did leave with a mouth full of blood though cause he bit a huge chunk off his therapist.

"s-s-so, salem w-what do you think c-caused you to be this way?" The doctor spoke while standing on their desk as you tried to pull the leash hard to pull salem away. "Bad boy! Stop it!" You snapped out at salem who got his muzzle off and was attempting to devour the poor therapist. "I-im sorry he's usually much calmer than this, strangers make him hungry" you explained before seeing salem bite the therapist on the leg.

"salem! No! You don't bite people!" You scolded as you tried to pull the male off and once you did you decided it was time to go home now. "W-well thanks doctor this has been fun, let's go salem!" You dragged him away while shaking your head.

"y/nnnnnnn~"

"...yes salem?"

"I love you!"

You glanced at him seeing he was docile once more and you sighed "I love you too babe" you mumbled out not sure what to do.

Rin

His therapist quit.

He trolled them so hard they gave up

Spoke in meme quotes the whole time.

"rin, would you say you were a happy child?"

"yeet."

You face palmed at your boyfriend who was hellbent on annoying the therapist to death. This session has already been thirty minutes and while rin was holding back his laughter the doctor looked like they wanted to snap their clipboard.

"please rin, work with me here..."

Rin beckoned the therapist to come closer and when they leaned in feeling excited thay they made progress rin's eyes sparkled widely. "Big...chungus"

You and rin walked out the office after being kicked out since the therapist had an absolute mental breakdown. "You're an asshole.." you mumbled and rin wrapped an arm around your shoulder with a wicked grin. "I'm your asshole, babynow how about we dress you up then have clown sex? I say that's equal payment for this"

Yuki

He hated it

He was quiet the entire time

Like the entire time

He wouldn't answer a question or nothing

He legit fell asleep with his head in your lap and now sees therapy as a place to nap

He doesn't like strangers so there was no way in hell he's speaking to a stranger.

You sighed at the tense silence in the room as yuki buried his face into your stomach his head in your lap. The moment he got here he took a nap not really caring about the doctor or his questions..it's been this way for a full hour. Slowly yuki opened his eyes and sat up with a low hum, he leaned in to kiss you feeling really clingy until he heard the shuffling of another person.

yuki tensed up suddenly wrapping his arms around you his chin rested on your shoulder. "Y/n, home?" He questions with a grumpy pout. You ran your fingers through his hair with a loud sigh.

"yeah yuki, we can go home.."

prince

He sees himself too cool for that stuff

"I'm not going, therapy isn't my vision of a fun date. Foreplay and sex is a good date"

He doesn't like the idea of sitting in a room and talking about his feelings.

If you promise to let him finger you during the car ride he is totally In though

He doesn't take it seriously at all

Avoids all the questions

Ends up just boasting about his sex life for an hour

"y/n moaned louder that night than ever before, it was so fucking awesome" prince cheered out his eyes lit up. You were covering your face with your hands feeling nothing but embarrassment as prince went all and on.

"t-the question was what makes you happy" the doctor stated and prince gave a confused look. "Yeah, and I said sex I mean wasn't that clear?"

"prince could you perhaps be a nymphomaniac?"

"shit, maybe? If I don't bang at least twice a day I get all grumpy...speaking of bang on the car ride here it was fucking great y/n let me-" you covered his mouth not being able to handle anymore of this. "We'll be going now!" You snapped out now dragging prince away.

"you're sexy when embarrassed"

"shut the hell up"

Rocket

He is literally the least dangerous yandere

He thinks he's fine

But he goes and actually speaks about his life

Everything about his life seems so cheerful and good...until..it isnt

Like axis he speaks as if it's okay

He's a dumbass so therapy doesn't really help him

He just uses it as a way to spend time with you

"so what was your childhood like?"

"well, I grew up in a small village we owned a pretty big farm. My mother and father kinda liked to spoil me.."

You've never heard about his childhood so you were very engaged in this story..it sounded pretty nice. Rocket paused to think when suddenly his eyes lit up

"I ended up being chosen to be the village pet! It was such an honor!" He cheers out with a happy hum. Instantly you knew this wasn't going to be good but you let him explain.

"the village pet is like...hmm a handyman, they do basically anything the villagers don't wanna do it's hard work but it's good work." He explained

"what were some of the things you had to do?"

"well...solves disputes, help out on there people's farms, help procreate, honestly anything! Only way to leave the village as a pet is to choose a new pet. It was hard to pick someone..but I'm glad I did"

The room got very very silent...very fast.

Rocket gazed at the time before getting up. "Hey y/n we should go yeah? You promised we could go get ice cream if I do this with you"

Yuuji& yuuta

Lord...these two got so much fucking baggage

They go, but they see it as entertainment

A fun little joke

Until it's not

The therapist manages to make them fight

And that NEVER happens

Like never.

It gets super damn intense

You're over there like "damn okay."

You watched the two boys argue clearly upset with each other. The question was that if yuuta found yuuji attractive..and yuuta hesitated.

"so you don't think I'm cute or anything?"

"I never said that! I just think, you're not my type."

"how the hell could I be not your type?! I know exactly what you like and don't like! I please you all the damn time!"

You cleared your throat awkwardly, not sure if going to couples therapy was a good idea anymore.

"I'm just saying! You sometimes..don't hit it quite right I mean..it's fine everyone has their ups and downs"

"OH so I'm bad at sex now?! You're such a liar cause on the drive here you were screaming like a little whore!"

"anyone can fucking scream yuuji! Doesn't take damn rocket science! Y'know I'm starting to see why ushio fucking hates you! You think you're so damn high and mighty! This is why we can't have normal relationships with our siblings!"

The room got silent as the two panted softly the screaming working them up and yuuji turned his head away eyes glimmering with tears. You honestly..felt like you were watching a drama show and was totally into it. "I-i didn't mean that- I'm sorry I just-"yuuta mumbled out and yuuji sniffled.

"do you..hate me?"

"wha-"

"ever since we came out when we were younger, you've been trying to be such a tough guy..you don't even say you love me as much. So, do you hate me?" Yuuji explained and you watched as the two hugged.

"of course not! I-i just didn't want anyone to still see me as that girl who was scared of her own shadow" yuuta whimpers out and yuuji smiled at him "you're not her, you're a strong guy.. our strong guy and we love you so much me and y/n" yuuji whispers out planting a kiss on the boy's cheek.

As the three of you left you suddenly felt an arm link with yours on either side. "Enjoy the show dollface?" Yuuta chimed before yuuji giggled "it was very fun!"

"you two were faking it?!" You huffed out seeing them both nod. They were totally lying but they didn't want you to know that, after all they were twins..fighting was basically illegal to them.

Scarlett

Another person who isn't happy with therapy

Straight out refuses

Like nope.

Never.

It takes A LOT of convincing til she agrees

Another member of the "has a bad childhood but sees it as normal" group

Hers is downright horrifying

But she giggles it off

"my childhood? Hmm..well my father was a doctor, I was his little nurse" she said softly in thought and you immediately didn't like this.

"he taught me all about plants, poisons and human biology. He was studying human mutations he wanted to know if it was possible to have humans evolve animal like traits, by replacing their body parts for animal ones of course" she cheers out and interlaced her fingers together.

"such an interesting study, some of them works in some ways..though it seems the human body can't handle some things..we are such fragile creatures are we not?"

Scarlett had this creepy dangerous vibe about her and the session was instantly cut short due to your therapist feeling unsafe. As you two walked out you couldn't help but gaze her way.

"who were his victims?" You asked out softly before feeling her hold your hand with a smile. "Well, children from my school. Then..me" she stated softly causing the haira on the back of your neck to stand.

"what animal part did he give you? Did it work?"

"it worked.."

That was all she stated and you didn't hear anything about it ever again so you were left to wonder about it.

[clownistyping]

The Neverending Story, Chapter 53

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“So what do people normally do for Halloween?” Halian asked as you poured a bag of candy in a large bowl, 

“Normally people dress up in fun costumes, go out trick or treating-” Halian hummed and you explained the strange concept of trick or treating, 

“People can throw parties, or maybe have little rituals to summon demons-”

“Or ghosts!” Beetlejuice popped up, stealing some candy he stuffed his face. 

“Or ghost yes, but we don’t need to do one. Already have a ghost here.” You kissed Beetlejuice stuffed cheek and Halian cringed, 

“Anything else?” Halian asked and you nodded, 

“Oh yeah, some people just stay indoors and watch movies. Specifically horror movies, but some like cute horror movies like uh..” You didn’t have one in mind, 

“Like the nightmare before christmas!” Beetlejuice said, drool dripped out and you wiped his mouth with a napkin. 

“Never seen it.” You said and Halian nodded in agreement, Beetlejuice dramatically gasped. 

“Yeah, that’s about to change.” Beetlejuice snapped his fingers and suddenly the microwave started to pop some popcorn and the TV turned on to show the menu screen for the said movie. You shake your head as Halian gasps, 

“Is it any good?” you asked as the popcorn finished, taking it out you poured the popcorn in another large bowl. Beetlejuice nodded and wrapped his arms around your waist, 

“I was thinking maybe we could dress up, I’m sure the kid would love it too.” Beetlejuice said, following you into the living room as the movie started to play. 

“We’ll see after this movie,” You tossed a kernel his way and he caught it in his mouth. 

The movie started and Halian watched in amazement from the opening scene. Beetlejuice hummed the songs in your ear and you leaned onto his chest, the movie played throughout but Halian fell asleep in your lap halfway. You laughed from his sleeping form and picked him up, 

“Yea, he’ll wanna dress up tomorrow.” you said quietly as you set Halian down on his bed, covering him up you smiled as Beetlejuice silently cheered. 

“I’ve gotta get started on the costumes!” He said as you closed the bedroom door, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. 

“Can I be oogie boogie?” you asked and Beetlejuice nodded, pulling you in for a deep kiss. 

“Oh definitely, you’re gonna be so hot.” He said and quickly rushed out to work on the costumes. You chuckled and readied yourself for bed, excited for tomorrow. 

A crow cawed on your window sill and you blinked awake, 

“Good morning, Poe.” You said and the crow flew off, leaving you alone. 

Footsteps were heard rushing towards your bedroom and you smiled, the door slammed open to show Halian in a white hoodie, his hood was a replica of the ghost dog Zero from the Nightmare Before Christmas. 

“It’s Halloween!” Halian cheered and you laughed, 

“You look great!” You said and pulled him in for a bear hug, Halian laughed. 

“You’re costume is done, it’s downstairs come on!” Halian dragged you downstairs and you laughed from his excitement. Reaching the living room your mouth dropped when you see the backside of Beetlejuice in an almost replica of Jack Skellington suit, of course it has a few tears and bugs crawling from the sleeves. 

“Finally you’re awake! Come on, it’s ready!” Beetlejucie directed the the mannequin covered in a sheet, 

“What? Am I going as a ghost?” You joked and Beetlejuice shook his head, 

“Nope but you’d be a sexy ghost,” he winked and you laughed, Halian sat on the couch. 

“Drum roll, please.” Beetlejuice said and Halian used his hands to beat on the table, you rolled your eyes as Beetlejuice dragged out the show. Then he snatched the sheet off the mannequin and your eyes widened. 

On the mannequin was a material from possibly a potato sack, the hood had fake centipedes crawling on it and the long sleeves covered the mannequins fingers, the material fell down the legs as stitched shorts and under it was black tight pants. The shoes were like funny elf shoes but terrible stitched, still you smiled at the attire. 

“Did you make this?” You asked and Beetlejuice nodded, 

“I may not be the best at sewing but it fits, come on now, try it on!” He tore it off the mannequin and threw the outfit towards you, you caught it with a smile and left to change. 

Surprisingly the material wasn’t itchy on the inside, he covered the inside in a soft cloth. The pants while they were mainly covered by the costume did fit tightly, you didn’t see any reason to complain because of how hard Beetlejuice worked on the costume. 

Walking back downstairs you heard Beetlejuice wolf whistle and you rolled your eyes again, 

“If I knew you’d look that great then I wouldn’t have made ya put on anything at all,” Beetlejuice winked and you slapped his shoulder, 

“Shut up,” You kissed his cheek, 

“So now what?” You asked as Beetlejuice wrapped an arm around you waist, 

“I’m thinking, we go out on the town.” Beetlejuice answered and you hummed, looking over at Halian who was digging through the candy bowl. 

“Ah why not, let's go!” You cheered. 

The baker set out his trays of pies with edible insects peeking out of them, while the cobbler was dressed as a clown. The bar had a snake theme and selling shots of snake wine, where they got the idea you weren’t sure but you had a guess. Beetlejuice chuckled as he watched a person gag from the wine that had edible snakes inside, Halian munched on a pie slice but cringed as he spat out the centipede. 

The wet centipede scurried away and you cringed, handing your pie over to Beetlejuice who gladly scarfed it down. 

“Next time you go out on the town, at least give me a heads up.” You said and Beetlejuice nodded with his cheeks stuffed. You three walked the village, letting Halian knock on doors and ask for candy. With each compliment you and Beetlejuice got on your costumes, Beetlejuice ego was fed.

Beetlejuice gently grabbed your hand, after he wiped it clean on his suit, 

“I wanna show you something,” He said and you rose a brow as he led you out of the village and down an empty grass path. Halian disappeared in the grass and you went to speak but Beetlejuice stuffed a lollipop in your mouth, 

“Kid’s fine, trust me.” He said and you stayed quiet. The village disappeared from behind you  and on the horizon you see lights flickering. 

In front of you was a rotting arch, covered in striped vines. On different sides of the arch was Lydia and Halian. 

You walked towards the arch with a smile, Lydia was holding a bouquet of monochrome roses, she walked up to you and handed you the bouquet. You took it, confused but happy to have them, Halian then took her spot. 

“What is all this?” you asked and Halian pointed behind you, Beetlejuice coughed and you turned to face him. 

Your eyes widened and the lollipop fell from your mouth, 

Beetlejuice stood on one knee, a soft smile on his face as he held a striped ring towards you. 

“Babes..I.”

“Hell yes!” You screamed and tackled Beetlejuice in an unforgiving hug, knocking him down on the ground. Beetlejuice cheers from the ground as you kiss his face all over. The two guests cheers and suddenly Beetlejuice lifts you up, kissing you deeply. 

“I love you so much, Beetlejuice.” 

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

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[anthrat]

The Akatsuki members as high-school students

Has this been done before? Probably! Do I care? No, because these are my terrible headcanons and nobody can take them from me.

A/N: This has been in my drafts for a long time, probably since early February. I’ve been lacking motivation to do anything at all for months and lo and behold, I find this basically finished piece bar one character. I really, really want to start writing again but I’m struggling to think of ideas, so if you have any requests for future headcanons/one shots/etc feel free to slide me a message or something :)

He's definitely the generic super intelligent kid who gets straight A's in pretty much every subject. All of his notes are really well organised, he keeps bullet journals and everything is colour coded - mans notes are literal art. His handwriting is definitely beautiful, we're talking professional calligrapher here.

All of his equipment is immaculate, he cries if one of his books gets a crease or something on it somehow. If you accidentally nudge him or ruin his notes he will silently hold a grudge against you forever - he probably won't act on his grudge though, he just wants to blend in and he dislikes conflict in general.

Despite being fully aware of his intelligence he hardly ever speaks up in classes. He only really speaks when spoken to and so is renown as the token quiet kid. I also envision him as being super pretentious, although he doesn't show it he definitely thinks he's better than everyone else.

His favourite subject would be English because he enjoys analysing anything and everything. If you're friends with him he will make comments on how random pieces of media etc. are a representation of -insert important world issue or theory.- He'd also like art despite it being the only subject he's not very good at. All his art is abstract, he will draw a pink square and claim it represents a patriarchal society.

Doesn't have many friends because he isn't very talkative, spends most of his time at school alone doing schoolwork. Sees school purely as an educational setting and so doesn't see the point in making an attempt to be social.

All of his school equipment looks like it's been mauled by 300 dogs because its all second/third/fourth+ hand. Man would never pay full price for a textbook. He definitely steals all the faculty equipment too. You could fill an entire room with the amount of stationary this man has but he will NEVER lend it to anyone else. If he does lend you something it's because its either A) broken B) barely functional (so like pens which can write 2 letters before running out) or C) you're giving him something better in return/paying for it (even then he'll probably take whatever he lent you back without you realising)

He also definitely runs mini-shops in school where he'll sell stolen equipment and things like sweets/chewing gum/trendy items (he made bank when fidget spinners were a thing) for like triple what they're actually worth.

His favourite subject is definitely history (He's a crusty dusty old man so of course) but he will never admit this. He takes business and economics but hates them, he's already done all of his own research into the subjects and is only doing them to get the qualification. Definitely complains about how he already knows it all already and it's a waste of time for him to learn it again. His only conversation topic is him talking about how he's going to set up his own business as soon as he leaves school.

Is very intelligent but only gets average grades in most subjects because he refuses to try if he dislikes the subject or sees it as a waste of time.

Watched DeathNote once and now thinks he's an actual real life version of Light Yagame. Carries around his own DeathNote and threatens to write people's name in it.

Convinced that he's been bestowed with supernatural powers, whenever he speaks he does lots of flashy hand gestures, - think generic cool-dude protagonist poses - these change depending on what piece of media he's currently obsessed with. His personality also changes alongside the poses.

Basically what I'm trying to say is he's the over-saturated 'weird anime kid' with a touch of superiority complex. Although, he's super confident and has absolutely 0 shame in this fact.

Bless his little heart, he loves writing but is the definition of 'uses complicated words without knowing what they mean'. He's still decently smart though. His grades would probably be pretty average because he struggles to apply himself properly. His favourite subject would definitely be something like sociology where he can freely express his profound ideas, even if some of them are completely god awful. He'd also enjoy any subject which gives him creative freedom such as art or English.

Cannot see this lad as anything but a jock. He loves sports, lives and breathes them. He's probably a member of practically every single sports team and is surviving on the basis he has a sports scholarship of some kind.

Despite him being a jock he'd be the most approachable out of all the Akatsuki members. He's the kind of guy who no matter who you are he'd always be happy to crack jokes and talk with you. He definitely brings in way too much food, he's that dude who brings a whole mini banquet to school every day for no discernible reason. He's always happy to share though, he's definitely the kind of guy who if he saw someone sat by themselves at lunch he'd sit with them and offer them food.

His grades would be a little on the lower side because most of his free time is taken up with all his sports, however, he'd still work hard at his academics regardless. If anything this man is probably the most dedicated, he would hate the fact that he's falling behind all his classmates but at the same time would rather die than give up any of his extracurricular activities.

He'd be fairly popular because of his naturally easygoing and humorous nature, but people would rarely ever invite him to events as they'd just assume he was busy.

Konan is an absolute babe, the kindest and most caring person in the whole school. Forgotten your lunch? She'll buy you some or give you her own. Didn't do your homework? Bitch will give you hers to copy, if it's an essay or something she'll sit with you and help you write it. Looking a little upset? Konan's right there to try and cheer you up even if you aren't friends.

Despite how wonderful and 100/10 a person she is she probably won't have many close friends. She'll get used a lot by others who take advantage of her good nature. She's smart enough to know what they're doing but she doesn't care, she's happy to be of help to anyone even if they don't appreciate it.

She's a bit of a teachers pet though, she's on super good terms with every teacher in the school even if she doesn't take the subjects they teach. Most of her breaks/lunches would be taken up by her helping with display boards or whatever.

Her favourite subject would be geography, she'd really enjoy learning about different cultures and societies. I can see her just really enjoying learning about how rivers are formed and stuff like that as well. Her least favourite would be something like math which is only fact based, she enjoys being able to look at things from different perspectives.

Also bitch would bake all the time, literally every lesson she'd whip out a box of cakes/cookies/anything else she'd baked the night before to share with the whole class.

Carries knives around with him because he thinks they make him look cool. He can and will whip one out at any given opportunity so he can flex a knife trick on you. His knife tricks suck though, he always drops them or cuts himself, if you try and walk away he'll beg you to stay claiming that fortieth time's the charm or something.

He never shows up to lessons, he doesn't even know what one is. If you ever ask him what subjects he takes he'll look at you blankly and ask what you mean. If he ever is in a lesson it's because he was dragged there by a member of staff. Honestly, the few lessons he's actually present for are so chaotic teachers find themselves praying he doesn't show up. Being as he never willingly shows up he'll never know what subject it is, and he'll ask insanely bizarre questions un-ironically because he gives no fucks and has no idea what is happening. For example, you'll be learning about arteries in biology and he'll ask something like "What ingredients do we need?" because he'll have confused arteries with artichoke and think he's in a home economics lesson.

Despite being the weird knife kid he's pretty popular, he's so completely brain dead and unaware of his surroundings that its impossible not to get along with him. He doesn't have the critical thought to bully anyone and so even if he tries to be horrible it always comes off as though he's just trying to be funny.

Oh dear oh lord what can I say about Zetsu? Zetsu is an absolute shit show of a student. Black Zetsu I can see as being very academic focussed, with their favourite subjects being religion, politics and some form of economics. I imagine they’d be very active within school politics/religious scenes, probably the head of some sort of group for both.

Black Zetsu would also be interested in applying for positions such as Head of Year, Class Representative and anything similar. They’re a big control freak and as a result have basically 0 friends. People would find them overbearing and awful to be around. They’re the incredibly opinionated kid who dismisses anything which they don’t personally agree with.

White Zetsu on the over hand, hoo boy. Class clown obviously. The living bane of Black Zetsu. If Black Zetsu wants class representative then you know people will vote for white Zetsu instead because he’s infinitely more popular. He’s incredibly weird but in such an innocent and goofy way they’d have a large group of friends. They wouldn’t be popular per say, but they’d be friends with practically everyone.

Their favourite subject would probably be biology because sex jokes, but I also think they’d enjoy English because uhh… Sex jokes. I just can’t see White Zetsu taking school even slightly seriously.

He basically lives in the art department. If you walk near him he will tag along and start talking to you about art, it doesn’t matter who you are you will be forced to listen to his speech.

Incredibly confident and has no issue starting a conversation with anyone. He's definitely the type of person who every time you see him he'd be with a completely different group of people, whether they want him there or not.

Despite his weird constant art rants he'd be the life and soul of the party. He's always fun to be around purely because of how much energy he has. He'd be the kid who makes everyone laugh completely on accident, although people would probably be laughing more at him than with him.

He'd probably get invited to lots of places by other kids just so he could be the butt of every joke. He wouldn't mind though, he'd brush it off and probably enjoy the attention he gets from it.

Most of his friends would end up being people who know nothing about art though, all the students who participated in any artistic subjects would stay far away in fear of him starting another argument about art.

If the art class ever does clay his has to be put in the kiln separately because it always blows up. He also has a habit of 'accidentally' damaging other people's art if he dislikes it. Eventually he would mellow out and start appreciating other forms.

Nobody knows who he is, people will have sat next to him for years and won't even know his name. The amount of times his name is called in the register and people will pipe up with "who's that?" or "didn't he move to another school?" is genuinely concerning. He doesn't care though, he'd rather go through school completely unnoticed.

Excels at all subjects (besides sports, he's never showed up to a PE lesson because of 'health reasons') despite putting very little effort into academics. His favourite subjects would be biology and math. He'd absolutely hate art as a subject, preferring to do art in his free time rather than make it into a chore at school. He'd have been put in Deidara's class at least once and it would have completely ruined all enjoyment of art as a subject for him. He'd also hate any subjects which prompt discussion such as English or sociology, he doesn't have any opinions on them and he doesn't care to listen to anyone else's.

Honestly, dude is the definition of a background character at school. He just simply does not exist, and I have mad respect for him. On the off chance anyone even tried to speak to him he'd probably completely ignore them, the only communication he has at school is through emails with teachers. He has 0 interest in making friends when they have nothing in common with him.

Another character sort of hard to pinpoint. He’d probably be somewhat similar to White Zetsu, but not quite as popular. He’d be a right teachers pet, with few friends his own age. He’d probably spend spend all his breaks and lunches with teachers in their classrooms, offering to help them with display boards etc.

Despite being a teachers pet he wouldn’t be academic whatsoever. He’d always try his best but bless him, he’s terrible at every subject and ends up constantly making a fool of himself. He’s definitely the sort to raise his hand to make a really great point, but his really great point is basically repeating the lesson objective. When studying of mice of men he definitely asked “what’s the name of Curly’s wife’s husband?”

His favourite subject, regardless of his ineptitude would be drama. He’d always be the most melodramatic and over the top in every character he played, not really caring what other people thought of him. In fact, that’s probably his best feature. Despite his lack of popularity he’d always unapologetically be himself, his goofy and over the top self.

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If we’re thinking more about Obito, I’d like to imagine for the sake of this headcanon Tobi is what he’s like during lower school years and then suddenly one summer he comes back and he’s completely matured into this foreign character unrecognisable to nobody.

He’d become incredibly serious, forgoing the role of energetic teachers pet to a much more muted one. He’d still be just as terrible at all his lessons, and still spend most of his time around teachers rather than others his age but he’d no longer have that fun spark. He’d probably start caring greatly about what people thought of him so his latter years would be trying to stay under the radar completely.

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A Devil Went Down To Georgia part 1

A sweet southern rain overcame the small town of Orchard Hill in Spaulding county Georgia. The sun had already begun setting, causing an orangish shade behind the rain clouds. “Abby! C'mon we will take cover in that barn.” Said a young man to his short blonde haired female companion. The barn had a full walk through from one side to the other. It was a natural wood color and had begun to show signs of being old. The wood had begun to turn almost to a grayish color. The two made it under the cover of barn and were laughing. Abby looked at her male companion with happiness and caring in her eyes. He had dark black hair and brown eyes. His boyish smile was decorated with a mustache and soul patch. She smiled “Seth… Did you know it was gonna rain?” He chuckled. “Babe that’s the South for you. Sometimes you get pop up storms. ” He said as he moved closer to her. She backed up against the wall still smiling. Seth leaned in for a kiss. “Whoa sorry.” Said a voice. They both jumped and turned to see a man standing just outside of the barn in the rain. He had a black cowboy hat on and his face was painted like a wicked clown. His eyes were as black as the devils soul. “Is this your place?” The girl asked frightenedly. The man smiled and laughed as he came in from the rain. Water dripped off the bottom of his brown leather trench coat. “No ma'am it’s not. I’m just a wander that happened to get caught out in the rain. Much like yourselves.” He continued to get closer to them. “Hey man you need to give us just a little bit of space huh?” Seth said trying to sound stern. “Hmm. And why is that?” Asked the man with the wicked clown face paint as he walked closer. Young Seth panicked and grabbed a sickle off the wall from behind Abby. Seth swung with all his might. The man became translucent like. He maintained his clolor and definition but you could almost see through him. The sickle passed through him. Seth was awe struck. The man pointed at Seth with a smile. “Now, you see that could’ve been unavoidable.” He stepped forward and grabbed the sickle from Seth’s hand. He picked Seth up by the throat with his other hand. “You see, I can touch you. You can’t touch me.” The man said with a smile. Then he twirled the sickle and ran Seth through. He dropped the lifeless quiet body to the dirt floor of the barn. Abby was crying, trying to be somewhat quiet with her crying as she leaned hard up against the wooden wall of the barn. The man looked at her and smiled. “Oh now ma'am you have nothing to worry about.” He said as he stroked her face with the back of his pointer and middle fingers from his right hand. “You gotta stay alive to spread my mesaage.” He leaned in a whispered something in her ear. She was still crying as he backed out of the barn smiling his wicked clown smile. Once out in the rain, he turned and walked away. Almost thirty minutes later the police arrived to the barn. They rushed into one of the entries to the barn to see Abby sitting next to Seth’s cooling body. She was uncontrollably sobbing. A police officer who had stubble and salt and pepper hair slicked back walked up to Abby. “Tell me ma'am. Did you know the murderer?” She settled herself down but was still crying. “He told me that he had come to bring darkness to the world. He said that I was left alive to be his messenger. To be the one to make him known.“ The officer asked. “Who’s he?” She wiped her eyes. “The Apparition.” “Welcome to the Georgia days festival here in Beatufil Atlanta!” Said an announcer over the p.a. People had begun to gather around the vert ramp that was close to the center of the festival. On the deck of the ramp was a handful of bmx riders including Tyron Owens. He had his full face bmx helmet on as he sat ready to drop in. London’s calling by the Clash began to play as he dropped in. “Up first is Tyron Owens. He’s in his mid twenties and has been dominating both the Fmx and Bmx world��s.” The announcer began. Owens went up the vert wall for his first trick on the halfpipe. He began to do a spin trick. “That is a nice alley-oop 540. Alley-oop spins happen when you spin the opposite direction that you and the bike are moving.” Owens pumped hard as he headed to the opposite side of the ramp. “A very smooth superman tailwhip.” Owens began to set himself up for a flip trick. “A very clean footplant flair. The flair comes from the trick being a backflip with a 180 degree turn so the can be facing forward to continue his run.” Owens began figuring he had two more tricks before he was finished with his first run. “Whoa a bikeflip flair! What’s he gonna do to top that last trick!? Here we go. He’s spinning.” Owens spun his bars as well as himself and the bike. “A 360 barspin with a fakie landing. It’s better known as a fakie truck driver. Fakie is when you land backwards and the 360 barspins are better known as truck drivers.” The announcer said as he walked out to the bottom of the golden wood halfpipe. “Tyron, you had some very common tricks in that first run here at the Georgia days demo. Towards the end though, you brought out the bangers with that bikeflip flair. The capper had some tech qualities about it since you gotta land backwards but the truckdriver trick itself is pretty basic.” Owens looked at the announcer. This was the first time the crowd had seen him. He was a white mid twenties man with a fox racing flat bill hat on. He had a Mirraco bikes t-shirt on with a pair of blue jeans. “You know man, I was just going for what I felt like doing. I like ending my runs fakie cause that’s not something normal. Wether it’s a simple truckdriver or a double backflip. Plus I still have a few more chances to throw out some of the big tricks.” Owens put his helmet back over his ebony afro mohawk and headed back toward the top of the ramp. At the end of the demo Tyron was signing autographs with the other riders. He smiled and took pictures with several happy spectators. “Okay guys, we have to cut the line off here. The grounds are about to close and these dudes gotta eat. The announcer called over the p.a. system. The riders all got up. “I’m gonna go grab a corn dog okay guys?” They all acknowledged him and he started walking toward the midway concession stands. “I love your style. The way you end runs some times by landing backward.” Called a voice from behind him. Tyron smiled and began to turn around. “Listen man….” The man that called out to him had a receding hairline. He was in a blue suit with a blue striped tie. “My favorite trick of yours though was how you died and came back to life. Now that one you don’t see everyday. So tell me.” Owens cut the man off. “Look I just want to go get a corn dog and go back to my hotel.” “That can be easily arranged if you answer a couple quick questions. I would actually like for it go that way so I can try to hop on over to the side stage and watch the Bob Seeger cover band but the balls in your court.” Owens chuckled. “Who are you?” “My name is Phil Coulson. I am a S.H.I.E.L.D agent and at this very moment you are breaking a couple of big time laws if you do not comply.” “What’s gonna happen if I don’t comply?” Tyron asked starting to become very aggravated. Phil gave a slight smile. “Well honestly if I were you I’d speak with me. Cause if you decline…. A little man with a big attitude that smells like an animal will come and get the answers from you.” Coulson’s smile vanished and he stepped closer to Owens. “Then you spend the better part of what you have left in your action sports career in a S.H.I.E.L.D cell.” Tyron felt the rider inside him. The fire spread under his skin. He could feel the heat. He had yet to change. “I’ll take my chances.” Coulson smiled “Okay you have a good night Tyron….but if you change your mind.” Coulson handed him a card. “Gimme a call and we can figure a few things out. Hmmm?” Coulson began walking out of the festival area. Then headed toward the midway to get something to eat. The rider inside him was stiring. He was angry. He wanted to vent. “Calm yourself man. It ain’t no big deal. He’s just some punk. We’re good man.” The rider began to relax. Sunday morning at a small church of God nestled in the forest mountain range of Appalachia. The church sat on the Tennessee and Georgia border. It was a small one room building with no air conditioning. It was a hot summer day and the windows were opened. The he white lead paint had began to peel on the outside. The pews were a stained light colored wood. The small congregation of fifteen were listening to their preacher. A man who was in his mid to late fifties. His hair was short and mostly grey. His face was severely wrinkled from having an almost angry face the majority of his life. He was dressed in a blue cotton button up shirt. The short sleeves revealed scars from certain practices of his chosen religion. “Now children of God, it’s time we remember our focus on him. Keep the outside world out of your mind. There is nothing but putrid, vile and ungodly things out there! He gonna burn it all up!!“ The preacher said in his deep voice. “Children I am here before you as an instrument of God! To lead you to gates of heaven and hold the door open for you as you walk in. To demonstrate I am worthy of such a task I will preach the rest of the sermon holding this copperhead and eastern diamondback rattle snake.” The preacher picked up the snakes out of their glass terrariums. “ Luke 10:19 Behold I give unto you power to tread over serpents and scorpions, and over all power of the enemy:and nothing by any means shall hurt you. Now I will lead you in the hymn “I Surrender All”….“ The preacher was interrupted. “I don’t which snake is more deadly. The copperhead. The rattlesnake or! The one holding them.” The man with the juggalo clown face paint was in the doorway. His hands on each side of the entrance. He was kind of leaning forward. Everyone turned in shock to see The ghastly visitor. The snakes even sat still in his presence. His black cowboy hat covering the top part of his face. “Stranger you have the gall to come in here and spout your mouth…” The man interrupted again. “No you have the gall!” He began to enter the church building. “You stand there holding those snakes and talk high and mighty to your followers. For the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine; but wanting to have their ears tickled, they will accumulate for themselves teachers in accordance to their own desires, and will turn away their ears from the truth and will turn aside to myths.“ "Are you accusing me of teaching false doctrine boy?” The preacher asked angrily. “No.” The copperhead bit the preacher. “I’m telling you.” Suddenly thousands of venomous snakes indigenous to the area began flooding in and attacking the congregation. The man chuckled. " Don't worry I will one day dine with you on the other side of the WIDE gate. Now..." He turned toward the door. " This building is vacant and creating an eye sore in the Appalachian landscape." The man snapped his fingers and the snakes all combusted, consuming the old white church building in an angry flame. The man walked the rest of the way out of the burning building unscathed. "Well.... I guess I've had enough fun. It's time to commit the souls of Hotlanta to the firey lake."