#bottom corner doodles are mine

[cosmicmudd]

cute headcanons from my babie brain bookie

[rodgersworld]

good evening dandys world fandom. rodger has acquired pants. finally

[biancadjarin]

bully!eddie makes you jealous

As you walk to your locker after your last class, you see the familiar profile of Eddie’s back under his leather jacket, his wild brown hair falling over his shoulders. As he shifts positions, you see he’s holding the hips of another girl. “Is this good here, Eddie?” She asks, pinning a flyer to the cork board lining the hall. “Hmm..” he says, leaning into her hair as he speaks lowly into her ear. “A little higher baby.” He says as his hands creep under her skirt while she stretches on her tiptoes. He gives her ass a couple little spanks. “Perfect. You’re so helpful.” He hugs her from behind as she giggles. Your eyes scan the flyer as you walk past, wanting to look at anything but them.

Party tonight at Gareth Emerson’s - music by Corroded Coffin!

You take a steadying breath as you spin the combination into your locker, wanting to grab your purse and leave for the day. But of course Eddie notices you.

“I’ll see you later baby.” He says to the girl you’ve decided to nickname Giggles. He walks causally over to you, ducking behind your locker and cornering you, your back almost pushed into it. “Ready to head home, princess?” He asks, leaning in for a kiss. “Yes, I’ll be walking home today.” You say coldly, maneuvering out of his space and closing your locker in his face.

“What’s wrong Angel?” He asks, puppy dog eyes on full display. “Nothing.” You snap. “Oh no.” He says, lips curling into a grin. “You’re not jealous, are you?” He asks as he points a thumb over his shoulder to where he was just standing with Giggles. “I thought you said you’re not ‘mine’.” His fingers coming up to air quote the last word.

“I’m not…” you mutter, lips pouty. He tuts at you, “Aw, you didn’t think you’re the only girl who has my attention did you?” He asks, smile growing wider. You roll your eyes, shaking your head softly as his fingers trace down your neck to graze your collarbone, brushing a lock of hair over your shoulder.

“Silly little girl.” He says poking your forehead, emphasizing how empty it is. “All you have to do is say it. Just admit you like me as much as I like you and we can forget all this other shit. I’ll give you all my attention.” Your eyebrows furrow in anger, shimmering eyes shooting daggers into his sweet brown ones. “You’re an asshole, Eddie. Which is why I don’t want to be yours. I don’t like you!” You say, shoving him off you and heading to the door to walk home from school. He laughs a mocking laugh before chasing after you, hand quick to find your waist and slow you down.

“Then why are you so mad, y/n? If you don’t care about me talking to another chick then why won’t you let me drive you home like I do every other day?” You keep walking, not letting him catch up to you. “Fine! Be a bitch, I don’t care!” He shouts behind you. “Guess you don’t want your gift then!”

You stop in your tracks. You know it’s probably a trick but you entertain him. He walks up behind you and places a folded party flyer into your palm. His eyes focus on your hand, lips parting and tongue poking out of the side of his mouth.

“This? This is my present? An invitation to your little band’s stupid gig?” You know you’ve hurt Eddie’s feelings when his eyes shoot up to yours. “Just open it up and read it.” He says softly, leaning in to kiss your cheek. “I hope you come tonight.” He says before walking to his van and driving off.

You wait until he’s pulled out of the parking lot before unfolding the paper. It has your name written at the top in sharpie, little lightning bolts and skulls doodled around it. A little note towards the bottom reads in his messy handwriting:

I’m sitting in O’Donnell’s class pretending to take notes but really, I can’t wait to see you after school. You look beautiful today and I know you’ll look so hot tonight when you come see me play. Consider this your backstage pass ;)

-Eddie

more bully!eddie HERE

masterlist HERE

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[andreaheartscats]

Larry Johnson (x reader) ((heavy angst))

absolutely not proofread, sorry not sorry LOL

❗SPOILERS FOR SF ❗

tw: sensetive topics such as: mental health issues and su1c1de

if you struggle with anything please reach out and seek help

You were half asleep in one of your most boring classes. Mrs. Packetrons math class. As you were slowly drifting to be fully asleep the bell rang rather louder than usual.

You jolt yourself awake at the annoying sound and rub your half asleep eyes open.

As you glance next to you, you could hardly see Larry laughing at your confused half-asleep face.

"Morning sleepy head."

He teased you while waiting for you to pack up your things.

"Ha-ha, very funny Larry"

You groaned while packing your notebook that was full of nothing other than random scribles and doodles.

Larry was patiently waiting for you outside the classroom so you two could go to cafeteria together.

Once you finally packed your stuff up and left the classroom, the two of you made your way to the cafeteria while having a small talk on your way there.

Suddenly you felt a slim arm grab onto your shoulder. You turned around and noticed one of your friends Ash.

"Hey guys!" She exclaimd happily while clinging onto your figure.

"Sup Ash!"

Larry said with his usual toothed smile that you alwalys seemed to admire.

To be fair, you had a crush on Larry, but no one knew except for Ash. But honestly how could you not have a crush on him? He is kind, cool-looking, tall, and oh Gosh his hair is absolutely-

Before you could get any more lost in your thoughts Ash snapped you out if it by waving infront of your face.

"Helloooo, earth to name"

You flinched a little at the sudden movement. and get snapped out of your thoughts about Larry.

"Are you sleep walking?"

Larry asked through his laughs. To which you just rolled your eyes and made your way with them to the cafeteria.

Upon entering the cafeteria full of students, you look around trying to find Sal. When your eyes finally met with blue haired boy you grabbed both of your friends wrists and dragged them to the table where Sal was sitting at.

"Hey Sal Pal"

you said cringing at your own words while taking a seat across from him and your friends sitting beside you.

Sal said while chuckling and greeted the other two.

"Gosh name...i love you but please never say that again.."

The four of you were casually talking about todays events and classes. You glanced to the table next to you and there sat Tarvis.

Ah , Travis. Known as the school bully, he was sitting alone which wasn't anything unusal to see.

"You guys wanna hang out at mine after school today..? I kinda need some help with homework and i'm already falling behind"

"Sorry! i have to babysit my brother today so i can't"

Ash said with an apologetic smile on her face as she took a bite of her sandwich that she made at home. There was no way in hell any of you would eat schools sandwich. It always gave you the heebie-jeebies for some reason.

"I think i could come over, i'll have to see with my dad tho."

Sal said while unbuckling the bottom strap of his mask so he could eat his lunch.

"How about you, name?"

Larry said as he turned his head towards you with his usual smile on his face which made your heart flutter.

"Uh, sure!"

You replayed trying to keep your cool. You could see from the corner of your eye Ash smirking at you to which you nudged her with your elbow.

"Great then! Mine it is after school"

Larry exclaimd happily while the four of you finished your lunchs.

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-> timeskip cause i'm lazy LOL<-

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School was finally over and all four of you were walking home. Half way to the Addison apartments Ash said her goodbyes and parted ways with you all.

The rest of the walk was filled with random talks about where would you all go ghost haunting next or how the bologna sandwich from cafeteria looked extra weird today and how Tarvis ate it all up like a starved animal.

You entered the apartmant building, finally some warmth.

You let out a sigh as you rub your hands together in an attempt to warm the up faster.

The three of you enter the elevator. Sal gets off on his floor to ask his dad if he could come over and you and Larry go to the basement where his apartmant room was.

Once the two of you leave the elevator, Larry opens the door to his apartmant for you to enter, what a gentlemen.

"Mom! I'm back!"

Larry yells when suddenly his mom pops her head out the kitchen.

"Oh hi kids!"

She says with her usual big bright smile and greets you.

"Hello miss Lisa!"

"You kids hungry? i made some fresh pie"

Lisa added as she walked out of the kitchen with an amazing fresh pie that filled the room with it's scent.

"Lar Bear, could you please set the table?"

"Mom! i told you to not call me that infront of my friend"

Larry said through gritted teeth as he took his and your bag and put them away.

You tried your best to hold your laughter back but it was getting the best of you.

Larry set the table for the three of you and Lisa served you her special apple pie that you loved so much.

You were practically drooling at the look and the smell of the pie itself.

"Miss Lisa, the pie was amazing."

You said with a huff as you rest your back onto the chair and pat your stomach.

"Yeah mom, you really outdid yourself."

Larry agrees as ge wipes his mouth.

"Oh, well thank you kids."

Lisa chuckled out while picking the plates.

The two of you helped her clean up and then went into Larrys room.

Larry and you have been friends for a while now, you've been there for eachother through out all the hard times. Both of you know eachothers deepest, darkest secrets and struggles.

You plop yourself on one of Larrys lazy bags and let out a huff as you rest on it.

Larry lays on his bed and the walkie-talkie that was on his night stand buzzes.

"Hey guys, sorry i won't be able to come"

Sal could be heard from the other side through some static.

Larry picks the walkie-talkie and brings it closer to his mouth

"Awh man, that's okay maybe next time."

He replied and put the walkie-talkie back in it's place.

You take your flip phone and let your mom know that you'll be staying at Larrys for a little while.

Larry sighs as gets up from his bed.

"Whachu wanna do name?"

Larry asks as he walks around his room.

"Didn't you say you needed help with homework?"

You scoff out as you look up at him from the bean bag.

"Homeworks boooring."

He trails off while picking his guitar and looking over at you. You knew exactly what he was thinking about.

"wanna-" "no."

you cut him off before he even got the chance to finish his sentece.

"Awh man, come on! it would be fun, i swear!"

How could you refuse to such a cute face?

You groan as you get up from the bean bag.

"Fineee..but just this once"

Larry smiled widely at you like a little kid on Christmas eve. He sat on hus bed and patted a spot next to him for you.

You take a seat next to him and he hands you the guitar, adjusting it in your lap.

After a bunch of explaining, laughing and struggle, you finally managed to get it to sit right how it's supposed to in your lap.

"Right, so what now?"

"Now, i'm gonna teach you the basics."

As he said that, he puts his hand over your own and placed his fingers over yours gently brushing against them. You could feel your heart skip a beat and your face heating up slightly but you just play it off by clearing your thorat.

Time went by slow, atleast that's what it felt like and you two were laughing with eachother about how stupidly you couldn't play the easiest note on the guitar but could play one of the most dificult ones.

"You know name, you mean a lot to me."

Larry blurred out all of a sudden which left your mind blank and all fuzzy. But you quickly recall.

"You mean a lot to me too Larry."

The rest of the time you would spend together was filled with comfortable silence and only some muffled rock music playing in the background.

You let out a little yawn as you take a look at the clock and notice it was getting a bit late. A sigh leaves your mouth as you get up from the bean bag.

You didn't live far away, but still it was a bit of a walk to your house.

"Alright, Lar Bear. I gotta go home."

You tease him by using the nickname his mom was calling him by. Larry just rolls his eyes at you and gets up from his bed.

"I'll walk you home, it's gotten dark."

Larry says as he picks your backpack and throws it at you to catch it. A small smile forms on your face as you catch the bag and throw it over your shoulder.

The two of you leave his apartmant and you say your goodbyes to Lisa before leaving.

It was pretty dark but it didn't suprise you much since it was winter.

The walk to youe house was filled with random chatter between the two of you, it wasn't that awkward small talk, no. It was comforting, it felt nice.

Once you arrived infront of your house you turn to Larry.

"thanks for walking me home Larry, i'll see you tomorrow."

You say while looking up at him. He was queit for some time before answearing.. alsmost tol queit.

"yeah, i'll see you tomorrow."

Larry says with somehwhat sad smile alsmost. You immediately picked up on the fact that something was wrong, afterall you've known eachother for a long time so you could tell when something wasn't right.

"Larry, you okay?"

Confusion and concerne fills your face as you raise your eyebrow.

"yeah! just you know, school stuff stressin' me out."

Larry plays it off, but you decided not to push him into telling you anything. So you just let it slide. Afterall, you don't want to pressure him into anything.

You let out a deep breath as you flutter your eyes at him.

"if you say so, but i'm here if you need anything."

You smile wamrly at him as you nudge him slightly.

"i know, thank you name."

As he said that, he pulls you into a tight hug and you return it immediately. The hug was warm and it felt nice. Larry smelled like ciggarettes and a mix of weed, which wasn't suprising. It kinda of smelt comforting for some reason.

The hug felt as if it lasted for hours. He finally pulled away and you swore you could see tears in his eyes but it was too dark to tell.

"bye, name"

Larry says, his voice low and queit.

"bye Larry."

Larry begins walking away and for a second you just stand there watching him walk away. You could still feel that pining pain in your chest, like something wasn't right and the feeling of concerne that you just couldn't wash off.

You let out a sigh as you enter your warm home. A shiver runs through your body as the warm house air hugs you.

You greet your parents and walk to your room. You were pretty tired so you decided that it was for the best to head to sleep now.

You get changed into your pjs and lay in your watm comfortable bed.

That feeling of concerne was still there and it only got worse. You toss and turn in your bed trying your best to fall asleep and after much struggle you finally manage to.

The morning came quicker than usual. The sound of your clock alarm ringing loudly as you groan and lazily turn it off.

You didn't get any good sleep due to the uneasy feeling from last night.

You take your flip phone and check it for any new texts as usual.

Your heart races and your eyes widen when you read the message from Larry.

You felt like you could scream but yiur throat was dry and your lips went numb.

You stumbled out of your bed, not even bothering to change from your pjs.

You run downstairs and quickly put on shoes, your parents looked confused. They tried to question you and talk sense into you to put some clothes on. They didn't know what was happening.

As you run outside, the cold air hit your face. It was showing, which wasn't much help.

All you could thino about was Larry and why? Why would he do this? Why would he do this to himself.

You hoped and prayed that he was okay, that it didn't work.

You ran faster than ever, the first place you checked for him was the threehouse, where you would always spend time together. Smoke, talk, drink, cry. Everything.

Your legs were numb, your whole body felt numb from the coldness.

You arrived to the treehouse and you stumble up the ladder as you mutter Larrys name.

You got to the top and what you were met with made you fall to your knees. You screamed and cried hoping you were dreaming, that none of this wasn't real.

Was it your fault ? if only you talked to him last night, if only you made him stay and talk. Why did he do it?

Thoughts were rushing through your head, hardly able to Process what is actually happening.

Peoole heard screaming, concerned someone came to check whats going on. They called from below the treehouse.

You gatherd yourself and bearly climbed down the treehouse without falling.

The person asks you what happend, what was wrong. And all you could do was mutter out the words. Bearly even speaking.

Suddenly your eyes drift to the apartmant that was next to the treehouse, you see Lisa walking over. Your heart ached more.

You run towards Lisa and she welcomes you into her arms, she obviously still wasn't aware of what happend and you could tell by the fact that she was asking if you were okay and where is Larry.

You fall to your knees and hold onto your heart as Lisa kneels next to you trying to hold you. You look at her, your eyes full of tears as you sobbed the words out.

Lisas eyes widen, you could tell that her world stopped right there and then.

But so did Larrys.

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months have passed since Larry took his life. Almost everyday you visit his grave with Sal or Ash or Lisa. Sometimes when they can't you go alone.

You felt guilty. But you knew that Larry wouldn't want that for you. If only you told him how you truely felt, if only you stopped him somehow that night.

Only if, right ?

[ammemorabl]

drew some clowns with my friend on Magma, decided to post mine (the doodle in the bottom corner isnt mine lol)

[theodork]

Over

Character: Saiki K

Warning: Break up, angst, cursing

Summary: Saiki is not a good boyfriend. It weighs down on (Y/n) because she is in love with him, but most times he won’t even spare her a second glance.

‘Saiki communicating’ (or the reader and Saiki's telepathic coves)

“everyone else talking”

~Over~

My boyfriend, Kusuo, and I usually walked together to go to school, but lately, he has been leaving before me. I know he probably has his reason, but I would be lying if I said it did not upset me. Honestly, it seems like he goes out of his way to avoid me. 

I would understand if he would just communicate with me but he won’t give me so much as an excuse.

“(L/N) You look tired,” Teruhashi said, snapping me out of the daze I had put myself in.

I knew she wasn’t genuine, but her honeyed voice and soft eyes could fool anyone.

“Oh yeah, I stayed up late,” It wasn’t a complete lie. 

 I could see Kusuo’s vacant gaze fixed on me.  I frowned and looked back to Teruhashi

“Do you want to do something after school?” I just wanted to go home and bury my face in my pillow but Ku’s stare made me nervous. I felt like I had to avoid him at all costs. He would not approach me with Teruhashi near. 

“Um-” She was surprised. A pang of fear flashed through my nerves, she wouldn't say no. After all, she was the perfect pretty girl. I felt guilty for using her as a human-psychic- shield.

“It’s okay if you don’t--maybe we can invite Mera and Yumehara--I was thinking maybe a mall or cafe.”

‘Really? Teruhashi?’  I gulped. Why does he care who I hang out with in my spare time? It’s not like my boyfriend wants my company.

‘Stop being dramatic’

I rolled my eyes and put on my headphones. I couldn't think, and he certainly wouldn't hear me, if I blared music in my ears. I’d take them out when class started.

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“Mera couldn’t come but we could,” Yumehara said, Teruhashi was beside her and they both were walking towards me.

“Great,” I smile. “We should go to a cafe, There is a new one near by.” They agreed as we started to walk there.

“It’s so great we’re going somewhere together, It seems like Saiki takes up all of your time,” Teruhashi said in her usual angelic voice. I remembered why I was doing this.

Saiki. 

“Yeah, he always takes you on dates it’s romantic,” Yumehara said. She seemed to radiate sparkles. The girls giggled with each other.  Right. Yeah, our dates.

“He’s wonderful,” I mustered all the enthusiasm I could. I did like him, when we were friends he was almost perfect. Dating him was just lonely. It didn’t help that having a conversation with him was as lively as talking to a brick wall. 

We arrived at the cafe. It was small and painted roof to floor with warm neutral colors. A small piano with plants sat in the corner 

“It’s so cute!” Yumehara exclaimed, “Look at all the choices.” She gestured towards the menu. She was right. Many sweets and drinks, with an occasional l doodle, name-line the black chalkboard.

We sat at a booth in the corner as a waitress came by to take our order. I ordered a strawberry shortcake.

“Oh you must be thinking about Saiki~” Yumehara pointed at my delicious pink desert. If I was thinking about him I'd get a coffee jelly.

“Oh, yeah,” I smiled and we laughed. The doorbell chimed, snapping me from the conversation.

“Hey, Saiki!” Teruhashi called. He looked at our booth. Teruhashi beckoned him to come. His eyes met with mine as sat beside me, blocking me from leaving the booth.

‘You’re avoiding me,’ Saiki communicated to me. 

‘Yeah well, you do that to everyone else,’ I shot back 

‘What’s your problem?’

‘You’ was the first word that popped into my head. There was nothing. He said nothing

‘What do you follow me all the way out here to instigate?’ I asked. Still, he said nothing. A pit formed at the bottom of my stomach. 

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“You were very clearly following us,”

‘Yes, I was. I don’t know why you're making a big deal about it

I scoffed. A big deal? It isn’t too much to ask that my boyfriend cares about me. It’s too much to ask that he find my company unbearable. I bite my tongue and I want to tear into him. To scream in his ear what a douche he was. 

“I think we should break up,” I said. His face stayed the same, he didn’t move or even seem like he acknowledged what I said. It reassured me that I was doing the right thing. I love him but his indifference was too much. If he doesn’t want me then why should I waste any more time crying over him?

“Did you hear me?”I held back tears. Of course, he heard me; he’s a psychic. He hears everything. “ Why did you even ask me to be your girlfriend? To avoid Teruhashi? To get out of hanging out with your friends? How many times have you told them that you couldn't hang out because you were taking me on a date?” I raised my voice. Heat rose to my face, then he looked at me like I was the least interesting thing in the room. 

“We’ve only been on two dates, both I had to beg you to go with me! That was at the beginning of our relationship!  I stopped because you had no interest, and now I'm breaking up with you for the same reason!” Tears started marching down my face. I covered my face with my hands.

“I’m so fucking stupid,” I mutter to myself, “Saiki, Just get out of my room--get out of my house,”

“You don’t ever call me Saiki” Saiki Spoke. Of all time, now he opened his mouth and said something.

 I just want to be alone now. Why won’t he just leave?

Then I was alone. He teleported from my room. My legs were wobbly. I sat laid on my bed and looked at the ceiling. 

[niallsgoldhoop]

Chapter Seven

Wren

“I saw the changes you made to the list.”

Using the spoon in my hand, I scoop up a piece of chocolate cake from the plate that sits between us before eating the bite of decadent dessert.

Niall watches me, his deep blue eyes dropping down to my lips for just a moment. “You’ve got— Right there.”

Heat floods my cheeks as I wipe at the corner of my mouth hoping to get the remnant of chocolate off my face. Only when I look back across the table, he only shakes his head with his perfect lips drawn in a soft smile.

“Here.” Leaning over, my breath catches in my throat when Niall drags his thumb just under my bottom lip, the moment so small yet leaving a trail of fire across my skin. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

As he sits back in his chair, my eyes follow his movement as he lifts his finger to his mouth, his tongue darting out to taste the sweet treat. A low, satisfied hum falls from the back of his throat for only a moment before reaching for his own spoon from our shared dessert.

“Tastes divine, don’t you think?” Those eyes sparkle under the lights.

Clearing my throat and shaking my head, anything to get myself out of the spell I’ve been put under, I nod. “Yeah, it’s great.”

Niall’s focus goes to the plate in front of us which gives me the chance to take him in. Wearing the short sleeve pink shirt, the gold of the thin chain around his neck glitters against the low lights— just like the two gold hoops through his ears.

When he cuts a piece of the cake off, even the simple movement showcases the ripple of the vein in his forearm under his skin.

Niall Horan really is… Yeah.

I almost didn’t even show up tonight.

The note left in my desk had his messy scrawl on it telling me when and where to meet him. It was right on top of my desk along with the list of rules that I’d printed off for him.

Only now there were doodles and that same messy scrawl scratched along the edges along with a handwritten list of his own rules along the bottom.

As ridiculous as they seemed, not to mention his changes, there was no way I was going to argue with them.

Niall didn’t have to be tied to me for the next few months to trick my family into thinking I was in a happy relationship. We barely even knew each other other than what google told me about him and what he could probably find out from my social media if he even cared to look at it.

My sister had already planned for me to have a plus one in a million different circumstances so the thought of having to tell her that my plans changed made me nauseous.

If anything it would send Jenna into a tailspin.

Then everything would be my fault, just like it always is.

“I figured those changes wouldn’t be so bad.” Raising his eyebrow at me, Niall drags his spoon through the chocolate on the plate. “Besides if we are going to make this believable— we’re going to have to put in actual effort.”

My entire life I’ve hated being wrong and right now is no exception.

“Fine.” Crossing my arms and leaning back in my chair, I level my gaze with his. “We can abide by the amended rules but no other changes.”

“So, girlfriend—“ His smile makes me want to punch him. “Tell me every detail I need to know about you.”

Blue eyes pour into mine as I squirm in my seat, hating the attention. “There’s nothing to know really.”

“I think you’re wrong.” He smiles. “I think there are endless things you could tell me about yourself and I wouldn’t get tired of learning.”

Rolling my eyes, I look down at my glass of water. “You’re just saying that because you have to say that.”

“Wren, look at me.”

The low timbre of his voice draws my eyes back to his, a softness I’ve never seen there, just for me.

“I promise you when I say that just because we decided to do this as a team— It doesn’t mean that I don’t want to know you.” Niall runs his hand through his dark hair. “You haven’t told me the whole story of your life and your family, and that’s okay. But I want to be here for you, I want to know you.”

Sincerity drips off his words like a sweet honey in the summer, something that feels so foreign to me.

It feels like a lifetime I’ve spent as the black sheep and the loner, the person who doesn’t mind being on the sidelines.

Watching people step around me like I was invisible felt fine until it had me crying in the closet at work.

I was still fine.

I was still strong.

But as I open up a little bit and start talking to Niall, the way he looks at me like his favorite book of poetry stirs up an emotion I can’t nail down, one I’ve never felt before.

So for what feels like the first time in a long time, I decided that letting someone in might not be all bad.

It might just be my favorite thing yet.

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“You did so good!”

Wiping the sweat from across my forehead, I look at Marcy like she has two extra heads and at least twelve arms.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” My breath is still ragged from the kickboxing class she managed to talk me into. “I need a breathing treatment and a dozen margaritas.”

Stretching her arms above her head, she looks perfectly poised. “I can get down with the margaritas for sure.”

Marcy was my best friend.

Really, my only friend.

My circle was small and I was okay with that.

We met in college and have been nearly inseparable ever since.

While I got my degree in marketing, she got hers in teaching. The two of us couldn’t be any more different but at the same time that’s why our friendship works the way it does.

We just click.

“Or ice cream. I could go for some ice cream.” With my hands on my hips, I take a deep breath.

Macy points at me. “Sold to the brunette.”

Reaching out, I laugh as I push her hand away before we make our way to the locker room of the gym to grab my stuff.

Bernie’s is only a block away and with the warmer weather hanging one for just a little while longer, we decide to walk and enjoy the breeze over our skin. Once I’ve got my waffle cone stuffed with ice cream and we sit at a bistro table outside, only then does everything seem right in the world.

With everything going on with Jenna and the wedding we haven’t been able to see each other very much.

If at all.

“So how is everything going with the evil sister?” Taking a bite out of her chocolate ice cream, her eyes meet mine. “Have you told her to go tuck herself yet?”

I can’t help the laugh that falls from my lips as I shake my head. “No, but I wish.”

“Seriously like, not only are you dealing with her but Lucas too? He’s even worse if that was possible.” She mutters.

“I don’t know.” Pushing a chunk of cookie dough around on the end of my spoon, I blow out a breath. “Now that I see him for what he’s worth, it feels like him and Jenna make the perfect couple.”

“You should take me as a date to the wedding.” Pointing her spoon towards herself, Macy smiles. “I’ll get wasted and throw up in her dress for you.”

Looking down into my bowl, I can’t help but bite in the inside of my lip. “Actually, I kind of have a date.”

“What?” Sitting up and putting her ice cream down, Macy stares at me. “Wren… What are you not telling me?”

“So maybe my boss found me crying in a closet and somehow saved me from utter humiliation and we are sort of fake dating until everything is over.” Putting my cup next to hers, I bury my face in my hands. “It’s literally a whole fucking thing. With rules, Mace! Rules!”

“Oh my god.” Peeking through my fingers, her face is one of total shock. “Are you talking about like, Rory? The guy who runs everything?”

“No.” I groan. “It’s not.”

“If it’s not him then— Holy fucking shit, Wren.” Realization dawns on her. “Niall Horan? The Niall Horan?! You’ve got to be shitting me!”

“That’s the one.” I squeak.

She squeals as she reaches across the table and playfully shoves my shoulder. “You’ve been holding out on me with this?! Wren, he’s like— Have you seen him?”

“I have, a few times.” Laughing, I finish off my ice cream. “It’s not a big deal. Everything is strictly for the wedding stuff and I have to go to a few work events with him. No feelings, no attachments.”

“Oh this is going to be so good.” Crossing her arms a sly smile pulls at the corner of her lips.

A crease cuts between my brows as I stack our trash together. “What?”

“Nothing.” Macy stands up with me as we walk to the trash and then start our trek back to our cars. “I’m just writing my speech in my head for when I have to speak at your wedding.”

“Stop!” I laugh. “It’s not like that. Yeah, Niall is— He’s— Okay, he’s attractive and incredibly nice… But it’s not going to go anywhere. It can’t.”

Rolling her eyes, she bumps my shoulder. “May I ask why?”

“I don’t know— It just can’t. He’s just helping me out and trust me, he wouldn’t ever actually be into me.” I kick a pebble along the sidewalk. “Niall is a whole famous golfer who owns the place where I work— Not just like he’s another coworker. Besides, who would actually want to try and date the same girl who spilled an entire jar of pickles on them?”

Reaching into her bag and unlocking her car, Macy stands behind the open driver's side as she looks at me. “Wren, literally anyone would be crazy to not fall for you. I know that you feel like it’s not possible that someone would find you perfect— But you are wrong and I’ll be here to tell you ‘I told you so’ as many times as you want when you realize that.”

“Stop being nice.” I say, opening my own door. “I’m leaving before you get too nice. Text me when you get home?”

Climbing into her car, she calls out an ‘I love you’. “Yes, mother.”

Driving home, her words bounce around in my head and even after I’ve taken a shower and packed my lunch for work, they are still playing on repeat.

So much so that I pull out my phone and open the text thread with Niall’s name at the top, his last text sitting at the bottom without an answer from me.

Away on a business trip, it took me by surprise when the picture came in yesterday, the pinks and oranges of a sunset along with a sandwich sat on the table in front of him.

A reminder of how he found me not that long ago when I needed an escape.

I focus on the words under the picture, the ones that I’ve tried to figure out a response to at least a million times.

Niall

The sandwich just doesn’t taste the same without someone else here.

Just like every other time I’ve tried, I type out a response only to delete it and back out of the messages.

I couldn’t let myself get invested.

I wouldn’t let myself get invested.

—————

eeeeeep !!!!!

-a 🍀

[rgokfire]

I love the little sillies <3

This was just a quick compilation of doodles I’ve done. I wanted to post something before my week got really busy with a show I’m working on for College. Might post throughout the week, unsure ;-;

Image description: in the top right corner shows a doodle of Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel, hes gesturing ahead while referencing visiting earth. His children, Charlie and an oc of mine, Cain, are to his left with varying levels of enthusiasm. To the left of that doodle is a part 2 showing Lucifer excitedly gesturing to a duck exhibit on billboard. Charlie is laughing as Cain is showing little excitement over the idea. The bottom of the image has a doodle of Cain and Alastor dancing. Cain has dipped Alastor in the image, the two looking at eachother with smiles on their faces.

[chibishortdeath]

I got a new sketchbook since I filled one recently :3c. Shout out to suddenly getting a ton of energy and drawing bizarre fanart at 1 am 💀💀💀.

I’m putting the more violent ones under a cut even if the post is already tw tagged because of the subject matter being a bit dark d(^^ ).

Along with explanations for all of them of course!

⚠️tw for self harm and burning past this point⚠️

First one (before the cut) is just some pose practice. Simon’s just sitting, all sad and mopey. There’s also a little chibi doodle of him in the bottom corner and a little pose armature in the top corner for a pose I didn’t even end up drawing whoops lol. I feel like I drew his face a little differently than I usually do in this one :O. Idk how that happened lol.

This one is to show the differences in anatomy between each game! The curse takes a lot out of him, poor guy, so he’s a bit less jacked than usual 😔. Well, more specifically he doesn’t have as much of a layer of protective fat anymore. And he’s also very tired :(. But yeah, this is just a reference I’ll look back at to keep this detail consistent! I was going to put scar reference on it too, but I completely forgot and eh it mighta made it kinda hard to make out anyway d(- - ).

I drew this side profile of Simon while watching a video talking about lost media stuff. I think the image I based it on was something Saki Sanobashi related, idk I just liked the vibes of the hair being blown back by wind and got inspired :). And yes I know that Saki is probably a hoax 💀💀💀💀💀, I didn’t have much interest in it tho tbh, besides just hoping something lost gets found in general. Lost media videos are honestly great for putting on as background noise when drawing :)

Simon is totally me when I have a crisis and cover my face with my hands, but make sure one eye is visible and miraculously out of shadow for dramatic effect!!!

Ok spookier stuff time, first of the below the cut drawings. This one is based on how sometimes vampires are depicted as being able to drain someone from long distances or beyond the grave. Dracula is mean, and Simon is suffering from the curse, the usual. Augh I actually need to do things cause I keep thinking of a cool scene of Simon having a weird Dracula nightmare and then waking up to see it wasn’t a dream, and that’s tropey as hell, but it’s spooky!!! Do you see my vision?

This is a depiction of like what happens with a game over or something :O. Like an absolute worst possible outcome: Simon dies and Dracula is unsealed and fully regenerated. I basically just took is Simon’s Quest design and then rehydrated it and tada, Dracula is no longer a skeleton— He ends up looking way more like Vlad the Impaler in this outfit hmmm. Also, unrelated, but a friend of mine mistook Dracula for Jesus in this drawing 💀💀💀.

Oh boy, edgy depictions of uh a lot of not being very kind to yourself themes. Idk how else to describe this one other than ya know when you get really mad at your past self for making a mistake or the wrong decision that you could’ve only known about in hindsight? Also in part the fear of actually becoming a vampire at the end of all of this? And I guess a bit of feeling like it’s your own fault, you’re the one that keeps shooting yourself in the foot, but I feel like he’d also attribute getting hit by Dracula in the first place as his fault too… hmm just a lot of very sad things going on, this one was definitely a later 1 am time drawing, maybe 1:40 or something. I think what I draw at night is further proof to not trust you when you’re tired; I get weirdly existential at night and then it’s totally fine in the morning. Simon! Just sleep! Stop overthinking!!! You’ll be ok!!!

This one I debated putting up at all cause it’s graphic and not finished (TwT ;). But it was a rare drawing of Simon smiling that didn’t look uncanny, which is kinda ironic because Simon this is not the time to be smiling—! That is also wayyy too far for just the Dracula ritual, you really only need a tiny amount to open the seal, but I’ll cut him some slack cause he is a bit at wits end by this point. I’d say maybe he’s smiling because he thinks he finally won, but tbh I thought of it more like when things are just so bad you start laughing. Like Dracula just rose from the altar and the morbid irony of it all is just so absurd, the irony that you did everything right and fought tooth and nail (Dracula’s to be exact lol) to stop it and here it is happening anyway. I wanna give this guy a weighted blanket and a bowl of warm soup—

These last two are based on what could’ve happened to him. The Grey ending is pretty much usually considered the “worst”, but they’re all nearly interchangeable, especially in the Japanese version. For example: the western release really makes the Blue ending seem like he died and didn’t kill Dracula, but it’s a lot more that he just died doing it in the original, which is to say that it’s kinda like the Grey ending just with a different eulogy— Anyway, the Grey ending is the only one that doesn’t show Simon at Dracula’s grave, so I’ve always taken it as he didn’t make it out of the castle basement. And well, setting Dracula on fire is a pretty common way to kill him so uh um, R.I.P. I’ve got a couple ideas for alternate comic endings to say the least. I might honestly just depict all of them and leave it entirely up to the reader which one happened because it doesn’t change much— Though this also has me thinking of how him surviving would work now. The curse would definitely have left some lasting effects, you don’t just magically stop having been rotted, sleep deprived, and whatever else it did. Idk I picture him being like Renfield levels of lost it afterwards if that makes sense… that could also be a pretty solid explanation for why his story isn’t told correctly and the cycle repeats with Maxim later; it’d be a pretty traumatic thing to talk about tbh. Ok but yappersvile over, next doodle 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

Aside from the burnt doodle that’s uh same explanation as the above (R.I.P.), the other two are just a little head angle and expression practice and one tiny one towards the top that’s Dracula being all spooky ghost vampire, but I didn’t like how it was looking and gave up on it 💀💀💀. It’s very hard to draw a vampire attacking someone and not have it look kinda awkward or unreadable. Tbh I struggle putting two characters in one image anyway because I have to draw the anatomy lines for both of them and they end up getting really hard to tell apart when one is behind another, one character suddenly isn’t proportional compared to the other, or you find out one of them isn’t tall enough for the pose you had in mind (>~< ). So anyway Dracula was accidentally way too short all of a sudden and I couldn’t figure out how to draw his torso without making a completely incomprehensible blob behind Simon oof.

Okie, it’s lunch time, bye :3!

[elephantshoetoo]

Excerpt from "The Drawing Board":

(Chapter 7 of The Byler Files, vol. 3, by ElephantShoe. Now posted on AO3.)

(Everyone returns to their various research materials, reading quietly, with only the sound of Robin tapping a pen on her folder to infiltrate their thoughts. Side by side on the floor, Mike snuggles up to Will, resting his head on Will's shoulder. He sighs with contentment, a dreamy, far-away look on his face.)

MIKE (softly, to Will): Petunia.

WILL: Hmm…?

MIKE: That's what we should name her. 

WILL (glancing up from the sketchbook): Are you…? Uh... Wh-what? (Will sits up, eyeing Mike curiously.) Wait – you're… you're serious, aren't you? 

MIKE: Yeah. I mean, I know it's not happening now… Or, anytime soon, but… (He shrugs.) someday. 

WILL: Oh. Okay. Yeah. (He smiles tenderly at Mike and nods.) Petunia. I like it. 

MIKE: Yeah…? 

WILL: Yeah.

MIKE: Cool. We could call her…Pet? Or… or Toony? 

(Chuckling, Will leans in and kisses Mike's forehead, beaming at him with a goofy grin.)

MIKE: What…?

WILL: You're adorable. 

MIKE: Am I?

WILL: ‘Fraid so, yup. 

MIKE: Well, you're pretty cute, yourself. Especially now that you've got that… (He waves his hand in a circle towards Will's belly, grinning.) healthy pregnancy glow. 

(Laughing, Will pushes Mike over in retaliation and leans on him.)

MIKE (teasing): Hey, hey – no roughhousing in your condition, mister.

WILL (digging his knuckles into Mike's side): I'll show you my condition! 

(Mike shrieks and grabs Will's hand to stop the knuckling, pulling Will down on top of him while drawing the attention of everyone else in the room. They pause, lips mere inches apart, the electricity palpable. And then, passionately, they start kissing, because of course they do. The others all stare at them, then at each other, not altogether sure how to react to yet another impromptu make-out session.)

NANCY: Do we need to separate you two? (No response.) Hello…? 

WILL (still kissing): No… we'll, mmm… get back to work.

(They don't.)

NANCY: Today…? 

WILL: Ummm… sure. Soon. 

MIKE (still still kissing): Uh-uh. 

(Stubbornly, Mike locks his arms around Will's torso, refusing to let go.)

WILL (to Mike, chuckling): We'd, uh… we'd better stop before she gives us detention or something.

MIKE (holding on tighter): If it's detention with you… I'm willing to risk it. 

WILL: Babe, we do have a lot of work to do…

(Will wriggles free and locates the sketchbook that got kicked aside in the scuffle. Mike sits up and pouts, arms crossed.)

MIKE (to Nancy, sulking): Are you happy? You've corrupted my boyfriend. 

WILL (rubbing Mike's arm in commiseration): Just… think of it as one more thing I can make up to you later. 

(Will raises his eyebrows and bites his bottom lip temptingly.)

MIKE (perking up): Ooh, okay. 

(As Will goes back to perusing Henry's written thoughts, Mike gazes contemplatively at the whiteboard.)  

MIKE: Hey, I know what this drawing board needs…

(He gets up, grabs one of the dry erase markers, and sets to work. In the bottom left-hand corner, Mike doodles a little stick-figure drawing of two boys kissing – one with a bowl cut and the other with dark shoulder-length curly locks – surrounded by hearts and stars. Will looks up from the sketchbook, swooning a little as he watches Mike admiringly. He thinks to himself, “God, that boy is wonderful. And also, somehow… mine.” He smiles, overflowing with gratitude. Noting the doodle, Nancy makes a face.)

NANCY: Oh, because that's pertinent to the investigation…

MIKE: It is! That… (He points at the drawing.) is the very heart of why it matters.

ROBIN: He has a point… 

💙💛💚

Happy Byler Files Friday, everyone!

[crispycreambacon]

I thought I'd share the sketch of this poster/book cover as well as my initial concepts! You can click the "Read More" button for more in-depth explanations on my design process.

Thhis is all for my latest fanfiction, Snip Snip, so if you'd like to check that out, then...

Now let's crack in!

For the release of "Snip Snip", I actually had several different directions in mind! One was a comic of one of the scenes from the fanfic—specifically the one where the Professor breaks down in front of Kate and Joyce with the line "I don't like being a woman"—and the other was a series of doodles showing the Professor's transition. Unfortunately, both directions met dead ends as I couldn't find the motivation to do either. The most progress I made were these sketches.

If you're wondering, "The first one looks familiar..." that's because I reused that pose for my first promo art! It was too good of a pose. I couldn't waste it :P

But anyways, after a period of getting extremely frustrated over the lack of progress, I realized my main problem: I was biting off more than I could chew. I didn't know this at the time, but I was dealing with burnout from school assignments that made drawing more ambitious ideas like the ones I had very difficult. Hence, I had to scale it down. It made me think, "Why not do something like a movie poster or a book cover?"

That's how the sketches at the top of the post came to be! I consulted a friend of mine over which pose to choose, and he picked the third one which I understand why so. The obscuring of the Professor's face not only made it cool, but it adds symbolism in how we don't really see his true identity—the real him—until his transition. Here's the first sketch!

As you can see, the title is on the top left corner! However, I moved it to the bottom for two reasons

It's advice I learnt while looking up how to make movie posters since moving the title to the bottom tends to bring more focus to the illustration above.

I couldn't find a font that fits! And the idea of doing typography again (especially after the Keep Yourself Safe poster...) was really not what I signed up for.

But then it left the problem of the top corner looking empty. It was too distracting! So what did I fill it in with? The subtitle: This is their story. The composition is now more balanced, and also the subtitle tickles me.

As I said before, I looked up movie posters for this! Special thanks to the Nashville Film Institute and Muse by Clio for their articles that guided me during this poster making process. I will say though I got really sidetracked watching Filmmaker IQ's The History of the Hollywood Movie Poster 😭 It's really interesting, I'd recommend watching it!

One thing I learnt is that movie posters limit their colour palettes. Of course, this is good advice for art in general, but movie posters emphasize on its colour usage to attract the audience with their simple yet bold schemes. It is a piece of advertisement after all! Following their footsteps, I limited my colours to the primary colours (red, yellow, blue) and purple to make the scissors pop and allude to the nonbinary flag colour scheme.

And from there, it was just a matter of experimenting with rendering! I wanted a mix of pop art and storybook illustrations, so I mixed lineart with lineless, and I wanted to retain the energy of the sketch while still polishing it, so I cleaned the sketch, merged it with the colours, and painted on top of it rather than make a separate lineart layer.

Overall, I'm extremly proud of the end result! The struggle of figuring out the promo art for this fic has been tormenting me since the beginning of the year, so I'm glad to bring it to an end. Thank you for reading my ramblings! I hope you learnt something or at least had fun? Either way, have a good day!!

[leaves-and-inks]

A Study of Werewolves

Hi everyone! Long time no see… Things have been interesting for me. School, life, health; it’s been a perfect storm of stuff happening. With everything going on in the past… year, honestly, I’ve had very little time, energy, or motivation to keep up with everything, much less my personal art (other than doodles here and there). Thankfully, I have a bit of a backlog to work with, it’s just a matter of getting everything formatted and ready to go. Things in my life are also beginning to slow down a bit as well, which I’m thankful for (but I don’t want to jinx anything!)

It’s always halloween in my heart so here’s a sketch page I did on werewolves!! I drew this piece back in July while I feel I can do better now (esp. with the background), but I remember having a lot of fun making and experimenting with this page! This werewolf design is one I'm tweaking for a modern fantasy story of mine; i'm getting there with it, but I've had some ideas regarding the lore that I've yet to implement more clearly in the design itself. Anywho, I hope y’all are having a great weekend! If you got this far in the caption, what’s your favorite tea? I’ve been enjoying a cranberry apple one lately myself! :D

[ID: A brown desktop surface with the text "‼️CW: blood, teeth" edited over it. A hand holding a full mug of tea enters the frame in birds-eye view from the bottom left, and crosses it to the top right, placing the mug on the table. The hand exits the frame, and the warning text disappears. A Sketchbook is tossed in the empty space next to the mug, sliding next to the mug and opened to a completed page. The page features a couple ink drawings of werewolves, teeth, and hand lettered text in the top left corner reading "A Study of Were-Wolves". Next to the text is the head, neck, and upper two paws of a werewolf reaching down the page, looking to the bottom left. it had large, red eyes, ruffled fur, an angry expression, and prominent teeth sticking out of an open mouth. The paw furthest from the viewer fades into the background. Below it in the bottom left is a full body shot of a werewolf in a forest, highlighted in a spotlight, looking towards the camera. The background trees are drawn with red ink, while the werewolf itself is inked in black. It has an uneven, two-legged stance, One front paw hanging at its side and another one gathered in front of it. it has an exaggerated long tail that is flexing behind it. to its right are scattered dog teeth, canines and molars, with stylized blood splatters. the background is mostly black, scratchy ink, and all drawings have watercolor shading done in red or yellow. The shot changes to show the full sketchbook page more head on and with no background elements. The shot changes to focus on the full body werewolf. It then switches to the teeth, as well as one of the angry werewolf's paws. It then changes to highlight the angry werewolf's face. Finally, the shot goes back to the original, and a hand picks up the sketchbook and bring it out of frame, then another picks up the tea mug and brings it out of frame./end ID]

[solazu1]

Evelyn and Caleb’s children Omg! And doodles of Evelyn, and caleb two of the childrens designs(wren and sol)belong to @rorystr the rest are mine ^_^,, this is from an Au where Philip doesn’t kill caleb and all is well ‼️Oh also some random belos doodles in the corner

daisy (the guy at the bottom who has flowers in his hair); wren (very angry looking one above daisy and scrimply and also the one being hugged by Evelyn and talking to caleb in that doodle); scrimply (the deranged freckled one and yes, that’s her name); anddd the twins, sol and luna (luna has the hair over her eye and a chewed off ear and sol is the silliest guy with the horn)

[nonbinarycollector]

[Image description: black and white drawings of Deltarune and The Owl House characters. Noelle sits, smiling while wearing a lacy, goth style shirt, cross necklace, and a skirt. The text beside her reads "noelle has become goth". There are two drawings of Ralsei in his chapter two appearance. In one, he stands with an exasperated expression. In the other, he poses like the "Drake, where's the door hole?" meme. He says, "kris where's the fountain?" In the bottom left corner stand The Collector and King, holding their fists out with slightly angry expressions. The text "angy" is beside them. At the top right, there is the bottom of a crew mate from Among Us, the rest of it cropped off. End ID] magma doodles. ignore the cut off amogus that wasnt mine

[roxywolfdragon]

I’ve been having a Fnaf hyperfixation lmfaooo, here’s some concepts of a Monty cosplay I’m making, Fnaf doodles and a random furry doodle lol (btw the art in the bottom right corner of the cosplay concept that says “Monty Gator” isn’t mine, I can’t find the artist tho 😔, and I’m referencing Andiematronic’s cosplays for my own cosplay lol)

And this doodle of a silly lil tiger for trans rights 🏳️‍⚧️

[tiredsuitguy]

Headspace

I have a quarter up there. In the brain.

Really, really long post under the cut. Just some ramblings about my quarter of the inner world, if you'd like a tour.

Big, and full. Office spaces. A wide clearing. The woods. It's always 2:00 pm there, sunny. Temperature never drops below comfortable. Diners tucked away in the corners of the city, suburbs with plain, modest houses all in rows with low, chain link fences-

Sal's deli. Great sandwiches there. Open late. Sal is great to talk to. Neat little shop with a view of the street, white lino under your feet, you can smell ham and cheese and cucumber. Good for unpacking your stress after a hard day.

Speaking of hard days- I can smell the carpet at the dealership if I think about it. Most days I'm taking involuntary naps out on the showroom floor, behind my desk with the scent of those dumb little tree-shaped air fresheners. Green apple, vanilla. Damn new car smell. White floor, walls, ceiling. Fluorescent lights. I've got my papers sat in front o me- been doodling in the margins.

If you take the elevator, smells like the tang of metal- takes you upstairs to the office spaces. Everybody in their cubicles seperated by those fuzzy grey partitions, clicking at chunky outdated computers, standing around the water cooler like zombies. Coffee with carcinogenic sweetener. It's not that bad, I think. Just bright and quiet. And the carpet smells like noodles for some reason.

Hey, when you got a honker like mine smell is a very dominant sense.

If you head off the lot, where the gravel crunches under your feet until you hit cracking cement, the garage, and take a left, you can head back to town. Right will take you up to the country roads.

I like to sit in the meadow sometimes. Or draw the wildflowers. I paint nature sometimes.

It's so green out there, and safe, even if it is forest.

I've got this cookie jar at home. I hid the keys to my summer house under it, so I know when I hit the bottom I'll've needed a break. I spend a night up there, it's refreshing. Well, it's really more of a shack. But it does okay.

Home? Gee, I don't think about it much. Hard to focus, always changing. Maybe an apartment. Maybe a small apartment.

But I can picture a waiting room.

The walls are muted green, textured. There's some corduroy sofas and a TV. A fishtank with no fish in it. I dunno, man. What are we waiting for?