#ibvs posts

[honeybunniii333]

Was asked for Bedwarry angst by a friend! And I realized I've never written for them, so :P

Sorry it took literally 2 months. My lore has gotten so crazy lately.)

TW: FOR MENTIONED PET DEATH! (It's not in detail by any means. But the story is centered around Barry losing an animal. So if that's sensitive for you, I'd recommend not reading any further.)

"Blue?.." Ed's voice called out from the sliding glass door. It was soft, gentle... like he was afraid Barry would shatter if he spoke any louder. He wasn't sure why his first insinct upon finding Lily had been to call Ed... and not bury her. Maybe because he knew he couldn't do it by himself?... or at all. Ed had buried Mavis, and Emmie and Figaro... and clover, after all. Barry had simply stood there and watched him do it. He didn't even have it in him to bury them. Another way he failed those poor babies.

Ed had found his way to where Barry was hiding. Tucked against a tree staring into the window of the little house he kept the animals in. It was a shed he's fixed up, with a little fenced-in area to play outside in... painted bright colors that right now felt mocking. Ed's face was downcast, eyes somber and eyebrows furrowed with sorrow. He knelt down beside him and reached out to brush hair out of the other boys face. "Hey.. look at me...please?"

It took more effort than it should have to force his eyes up to meet those of his best friend. "There we go." Ed forced a smile, but it was twinged with a sadness they'd both grown pretty used to. That was the downside of this... the loss it came with.

"I'm sorry..." he managed to choke out, leaning forward to rest his head on the taller teens' shoulder. Edward was quick to wrap his arms around him. "And why in the world are ya sorry?" He whispered, rubbing his thumb over the stitching at the hem of his best friends shirt. Always fidgeting with something, it almost made Barry laugh... almost. "For making you do this every time... I know you hate it just as much as I do, and I sti-"

"That's my job, man." He laughed, pushing the shorter boy back a bit so that he could look over his friend, who was now looking very puzzled. Though that was nothing new, Edward Quinton was an enigma, and Barry was positive regardless of the length of their friendship. Edward was never EVER going to stop confusing him. "What do you mean your job?"

"I'm your best friend Barry, I do what you can't do for yourself." And maybe Barry preferred it that way... after all, what was Eddie if not confusing? "You're such a dork.."

"Hey, that says more about you than it does me! You're the one who keeps me around Bluebell." He huffed, shoving the other back with much less force than he normally would and getting quickly to his feet. "Now, where's the shovel at? Let's get this done so we can have a nice memorial and go watch a movie."

"Garage." And off Ed was, grabbing the shovel from the garage and beginning a task he'd grown somewhat used to over the years. Adding another tiny grave to the little cemetery. It wasn't a large cemetery, and Barry prided himself on that. He was able to patch up and nurse most animals back to health. The majority of the pets buried there had simply passed of old age or terminal illness... but a few of them hadn't, and that fact would never bother him. But Ed was there, and Ed always made things a little easier. Picking up the slack and helping with the heaviness of it all. Before he even knew it, they were both standing in front of a tiny little grave. Ed wrapped his arm around him, and they both gave their best wishes to little Lily before once again, making the somber walk back up to the back door and on inside.

Barry could still recall first meeting Ed. It was hard to forget, of course. Considering it had changed his whole life. Barry had always been alone, his parents were always gone, his older brother ignored him the majority of the time, and he wasn't very good at making friends. And he had been content with that, and then he'd been smacked upside the head with a soccer ball, and after that, he'd never been alone again. 2 years old onward, they'd been attached at the hip. And here they were 16 years and counting still spending most weekends like this. Huddled up together on Barry's couch, binging old horror movies with graphics that looked more like a highschoolers experimental art piece than certified animation. And maybe Barry preferred it that way,

[inkedhorror]

another ms paint dump be upon ye Also featuring a fuckass drawing of me and @over-dvse (hi)

ps please don't follow me for dreamswap honestly i don't remember anything about it and i'd like to keep it that way. i'm literally just a lesbian who likes crystal's design an abnormal amount

[mxrtified777]

i lost my nevin-hair-muscle-memory so now i feel like a ninjago character regaining their elemental power

[alderjayne]

I drafted this a couple days ago and didn't post it

[onebizarrekai]

you know what. I'm gonna do something silly. send me links to what your ibvs ocs look like. tell me about who they are in 1 paragraph. only one per person please

[koeal]

[over-dvse]

sudden urge for drew hit me today.. love him sm

[jizskat]

"Not all men" you're right, Edward Quinton would never.

[inkoo000]

Genderbent Louis (+Justin)!!!! Louise and Jullie? Somethin like that.

@nevinbeamer @ghostpi22 /srry for the tag

[honeybunniii333]

please stop making me sad. make something happy

(Sorry it took so long for me to write something new. I started a new job! And then my mom died, and then I graduated yesterday! So yeah, it's been a pretty busy month.)

Isaac couldn't quite place what it was. But something was different about Edward. He'd been staring for a while now, trying to figure out what exactly it was. Ed had seemed a bit bothered by the staring, giving him weird looks back every time he'd catch him. and now here they were in the last period. Isaac seated in front of the taller boy, who was trying to focus on his work despite the holes being drilled into his head as Isaac, who'd turned around in his chair to study him. (much to Ed's dismay) stared daggers into him.

And that's when he saw finally noticed them, little red studs in his ears. Isaac's hands shot forward on impulse, grabbing the older teen by the face and yanking him forward, tilting his face side to side as he inspected his ears in awe. "You got your ears pierced!" he blurted out after a long moment of consideration. Ed looked startled, and as he processed the closeness, his face quickly started to turn red. He squirmed a little but didn't really try to escape very hard. He'd long since gotten used to Isaac being close. It didn't freak him out like it used to. "Uhm... yeah?" He mumbled, confused by the sudden interest.

"When did you get it done?" He asked, finally letting go of the others' faces. Ed's hands came up to rub away the soreness the others' death grip had left. "Saturday..." he admitted. "Dez wanted to go get a piercing and talked me into it while we were there. I kinda always liked the idea of it, but I was too nervous to ever get it done before." he frowned, twirling his pencil as he leaned back forward. "Save any nasty comments, please. I'd rather not hear em right now." he rolled his eyes.

"They're cute." Isaac blurted out, as usual, not really thinking much about the things that came out of his big mouth. However, he was met with one of his favorite things as of late. Watching as Ed's expression went blank for a moment. The gears in his head slowly turned as he processed what had just been said. His eyes slowly widened as his face began to turn red. "You- I- SHUT UP!" he huffed, covering his ears with his hands as his face scrunched up. A flustered Ed would never be amusing.

"I'm serious..." he insisted, and he was. They did suit him. Ed pouted for a moment, looking the boy's face over for any hint of mocking. He didn't find any, and that seemed to somehow make him redder, though he lost the defensiveness in his stance. "...whatever.." he wasn't sure how to take a compliment from Isaac of all people. So he simply brushed past it for his sanitys sake. Returning his attention back to his work, face still tomato red. Isaac finally turned back around in his seat. He couldn't help but snicker a little to himself. Boys with earrings were cute.

[agenderfrenchfry]

I’ve had this ibvs theory floating around in my head for a while, but only now just thought to post it on here. (I remembered it after seeing this @maurmondz38 post specifically.)

So, something I noticed that differentiates the jocks is how colorful they are. Ed’s gang has a lot of color, like Louis’ cape and Carter’s sky blue shirt. The Packe are a bit more dull in comparison. They mostly wear darker colors, not including Felix’s weirdass shoes. There are, however, two exceptions to this rule: Ethan and James.

Ethan has a bright red shirt, but his letterman is zipped up. He’s literally hiding his true colors. No other jock does this. (Yes, not even James, if you crank up the brightness and zoom in.) James is also a bit of an outsider, but he isn’t trying to conceal it, openly going against Edward when he disagrees with him.

This leads me to conclude that James and Ethan will eventually switch sides, joining the leader that better matches their moral compasses. Will this actually end up being right? I’d say there’s a 50% chance. Could be this was planned by Kai for fun; could be they end up doing what I predict, but the colors were a coincidence; could be everything stays the same. You never know, but theorizing is still fun anyway.

[king-xie]

WOE IBVS BE UPON YE

[dreamys-mess]

my silly ass resisting the urge to post my ibvs genderbend names headcanons

[alderjayne]

I haven't been able to find a place to put these but they've been floating on that canvas for a while

[onebizarrekai]

I completely forgot that I made omori icons for isaac and edward and drew and nevin and chris back in 2021. would you like me to share them

[mxrtified777]

WHERES YOUR RAGE!!! RISE RISE RISE