#maybe I'll start from scratch since I just really like the anatomy?

[gorjee-art]

the wip is kinda cooking but I'm so intimidated by it woof

[sweetmariihs2]

🌞Daycare Attendant🌛

Sundrop/Moondrop headcanons

(and things we need to remark to ourselves because we always forget)

I'm used to referring to DCA as just "he", because I use the name "Sundrop" for the whole animatronic (meaning Daycare Attendant, not just Sun or Moon) but since I know that's incorrect, I'll try to use it more times the pronoun "they" because there are three characters within the same body. But sometimes I say "he". I'm sorry for that :(

And english is not my main language so I'm sorry for my writing errors. You can correct me if I was wrong in any part of the post.

DCA IS NOT THE KIDS CARETAKER. I know this sounds weird but hear me out. He's made to watching and distracting them, being more interesting to the children and an attempt to make them feel more identified with him than with adult employees. He's immature so that the kids can feel welcomed by him — he thinks like a kid. He's really programmed to help, though. Knows funny stories, how to draw, teaches kids how to read, and knows when a kid is in danger, or when it's sad, being bullied. Has permission to put the mean ones in "the corner of shame". But it's just that: programming. He can't replace a caretaker's job. He's like an attraction to the kids and at the same time a baby monitor. That's why he's so tall: because he needs to see every little kid that it's hidden behind those structures inside the Daycare, instead of being small to take care of them. But when something happens, the caretakers, or better saying, employees of the Daycare, show up to help. Maybe DCA work as a camera too so that the employees can make sure that everything's alright around him, if Sun/Moon/Eclipse missed a crying child that their visual recognition couldn't notice. Maybe they can see what he sees in those computers next to the door. That's why they can't leave DCA alone taking care of any child. He's not dangerous but he wasn't made to work alone. DCA is just a help.

They know every part of the human body. Everything abou anatomy. If a kid asks him where is the stomach, he knows where to spot and how it works. It's for educational purposes and also medical purposes, so that they can know exacly where a child was harmed, how to help (even if he's not made to do this part but it's still important to know) and how to teach them about their bodies. He's also programmed to avoid talks about reproduction. He can help them understand, using simple words and ways to teach (educational purposes), but always preserving their inocence in the subject. Either way they were made to avoid this subject as much as they can, not that it was not important to teach, but because Pizzaplex did not want to deal with angry parents.

They probably don't take care of the children medically. When a child is hurt, it doesn't matter which DCA, they are programmed to call human employees so that they can help the kids properly. When it's something small like a scratch, he makes a simple bandage. When the child suffers some impact but is not seriously injured, he gives a kiss to heal and tries to change their attention to other things so that they stop suffering from the impact.

I know that this is obvious for some of you, but it's good to remark: I know it's sad, but everything he does is made up. Is like he's acting the whole time because that's what he was made to do. Those patient quotes, techniques that make the children listen to him, his whole personality and mannerisms are planned so that his objective as an attraction to Pizzaplex is reached, that is, to take care of the children and occupy them. It's just a robot, but at the same time... somehow his programming started to turn into real emotions. Like when Sun was scared that Moon would do something to Gregory or any other kids, or when Moon took control in Ruin and Sundrop kept crying and singing trying to calm himself. It should be just a robot, but somehow he's devloping emotions, which is not uncommon inside the FNAF universe.

They have the capacity to learn and remember, like a sponge. If you tell them something, or explain something, show someone to them, they're going to remember. Like Roxy remembers Cassie for example, DCA does the same thing. But when he was reprogrammed into Eclipse again, he lost most of his memories. He just acts the way he did when he came out of the factory, that's why Eclipse was waiting for the kids in the next day, Sun and Moon KNOW that the Pizzaplex is closed. Sun was singing about having no more kids in the Daycare. They know, or at least knew, before the reprogramming. But the "thank you" at the end make me wonder if Sun and Moon really forgot, or it's just Eclipse... I thought that their memories were conected. They're not?

If Sun sees or learns something, Moon is going to see and learn this too. If kids tell them about other characters that aren't part of the Fazbear Entertainment they WILL memorize it. "Mr Sun have you ever heard about Hello Kitty?" "Who is this?" and then the kid tells him, but in the next time someone mentions Hello Kitty he's gonna say "Ohh that kitty girl??". It's against the Fazbear Entertainment self-sponsorship? Yes. But it happens sometimes. It helps with the kids tho. "What are you drawing?? Ohh it's Hello Kitty!!!!" "Yes, do you know her?" "Of course! She's so cute and she likes to do tea parties, sleepovers, painting and playing games just like me!!!"

When Sun is awake, Moon and Eclipse are watching, but can't interfere. The same happens to each one of them. When Moon was following Gregory, Sun was watching and screaming inside his head even knowing that he couldn't do anything to stop him. He probably watched Moon kill some other kids before, that's why he was so scared of Gregory turning the lights off. But he's not allowed to talk about murder with kids, that's why he couldn't explain the reason why Gregory needed to keep the lights on. "He could have told him that Moondrop is a killer!" He can't because it's against his programming.

He's a very inclusive animatronic. His hands and fingers are big for doing sign language, has bells on his wrists so visually disabled children can hear him, he was programmed to adapt to all kinds of different looks and behaviors, so it never makes people uncomfortable and always gives them the best experience he can. DCA knows how to understand and speak different languages, knows a little about other cultures, but Fazbear Entertainment forbids him to talk about religion. He is programmed to change the subject as soon as it is mentioned.

He is not programmed to talk about sexuality using formal terms, but instead talks innocently, using words like "it's okay to like boys" and stands up for kids who are bullied for it. He can't understand the feeling of loving someone (because he's a robot), but he understands that some kids love boys, others love girls and there's nothing wrong with that (it's a human thing). He acts completely innocent in the matter and treats everything normally. Usually small children don't have this part of their identity fully discovered yet, but some older ones sometimes understand.

He knows how to do magic tricks. Knows a lot of circus stuff, actually. He knows how to do malabarism and can give a clown show. Also he's a good actor for theater presentations and can do puppet shows. Can do shadow's shows with his hands (that are big because can do sign language, so it's even better). Knows how to read stories for little children and can teach them how to read — sometimes is programmed to act like he's not an expert in a way of trying to teach them a little easier and make them confortable with someone who's being through the same situation: Their best friend Sun! (While I believe that Moon and Eclipse act more gentle and patient instead of doing this)

Something that the Fazbear Entertainment probably didn't thought about is that they are made from a hard material, too hard to hug. You can try to hug his torso but it doesn't feel really good. Looks like you're hugging a light pole. Also he can warm his body because kids are constantly hugging and touching him so it would be weird for them if he was cold.

When the lights in the Daycare go out, it never gets fully dark. Well, at least usually not (except for that month in Security Breach, when Gregory was there and some weeks before, when Moon got infected by Vanny). Kids are usually afraid of the dark and the Daycare was planned exactly to deal with this: Moon being kind and calm, the stars shining in the walls and in the ceiling, probably a soft lullaby playing during nap time. They don't need to deal with kids being afraid of the dark, because there's always light enough to see everything, but when this happens, there's always a small light that they put next to the kid who's very scared and also Moon tries to tranquilize them giving them special attention, putting them on his lap, talking before sleep, singing.

They fit with almost every Melanie Martinez song. Cry Baby album, K-12, Dollhouse EP, After School, some songs from Portals (just a little bit) and a lottt of her unreleased stuff. I could make a full playlist for him out of her songs. Glued? Pity Party? Show And Tell? The Contortionist? Tag You're It? Teddy Bear? Schizo? ARTS AND CRAFTS?? UNHAPPY MEAL? TWINS??!?! These are just SOME of them (i had a playlist for him on spotify but i lost my account... i tried to find it again and it seems that it was deleted for some reason. ALL of the playlists that I made just disappeared)

If Sun was a human, this would be him

Sun and Moon are so similar to Gigi and Whisp from Monster High 13 Wishes

no I don't take any criticism that's him

They can't fall in love because they're robots. But maybe in the human version... Also I'm actually thinking about making a blog talking about my human!au. Just an idea, it would be nice. Cassie teaching him how to be a human after getting out of the Pizzaplex and signing him up for jobs like a mall caretaker or party entertainment so he can still work with kids, which is what he enjoys the most. Moon would still exist, Eclipse too, but he would use the excuse to people that it's just "a character" he created for kids. Vanny's virus would also disappear (because he is no longer an animatronic) and Moon would go back to being kind. Maybe he would finally taste his own candies (sundrop/moondrop), and he would need to learn about human feelings, common sense, social norms, culture, much more. He would need to change his name as he would need a "formal" name for his documents. I was thinking about "Sebastian". And his hair would be curly and ginger (maybe with a mix of blonde). Maybe he has freckles.

If you wanna add more to this list, feel free to comment <3

maybe i'm gonna add more. Idk.

[mxtcha-tea]

Lines.

✎desc; how I would rate haikyuu character's drawing.

✎team[s]; fukurodani, inarizaki

✎genre; crack

✎language[s]; english

✎chef note; okay, first off, I'm not a professional drawer but I can still rate drawings. This idea just came to me like a minute ago and I had to do it now, so enjoy :)

fukurodani.

Bokuto

Aight, I see that we started off greatly.

In all honesty, he have no idea how to draw,

And of course his drawing would look,,,, quite terrible i'm so sorry bokuto lovers

He's that kid in art class where's when the teacher already told them what to draw,

Bokuto sat there on his chair, staring at the canvas

Like, what is he suppose to do? Draw?

Well, yeah technically but what???

I can totally see him frustratingly erase the sketch if it can be called as a sketch

And then proceed to try to copy other people's work

Keyword; try

It's bad but at least he had an effort to finish it

4/10, there I said it

Akaashi

His drawings are not that professional but it's pretty

Have you ever seen a drawing that you wanted to stare at it for hours until you're satisfied?

That what's his drawing are like

Not typically an art kid so he's fine when student's from his art class asked him to draw for them

And is feeling pretty neutral with his talent (he actually won't call it a talent but more like a hobby or sum)

And just say 'thanks' if peoples compliments his drawing

Let say his drawing is, a good 8/10

A decent drawer in conclusion :)

Konoha

Not a bad drawer but he rather keep it basic

Konoha's prolly too lazy to draw something over the top so he's just gonna draw flower or something ksndnzkj

Sometimes sleep during art class and had to ask what they had to draw

Proceeds to decently draws a scenery

He's totally not the creative kid so whenever the teach tell them to draw something, he'll always go with basket of fruits, like,

Man, I appreciated the drawing but at least put some effort on thinking what to draw

The art teacher also kept telling him that he have raw talent and should enhance the skill more,

But that never happened, no

"Sorry ma'am, I'll just stick to volleyball, thank you,"

One part of the art room has a section of konoha's basket of fruits drawings but in different mediums

Rating is 7/10

Washio

IS actually an art kid and you cannot convince me otherwise

Has a small sketchbook with him and he'll always doodle when he's bored or in a middle of a lecture (while taking notes of course)

His main skill in drawing tho is painting

The colors blends in so well with one another and he's good at picking color palettes

Also, he doesn't really get that annoyed if some kids from his class ask him to teach them how to draw

Or even look through his sketchbook

He'll just nod and hand it to them without a second thought

Ajsjdhsijsi Washio get so blushy when someone compliments his drawing,,,,

I’ll give a 10/10 :), congrats

Sarukui

The best that he can do is doodles of owls and other shits but other than that, he cannot do

But the doodles are kinda cute doe ngl

He’ll have his moment where he’s in class and have no idea what to do, and just doodles a bunch of stuff

Once he draw his whole teammate including his coach and himself, he thought to himself,

“Huh, this looks good,”

And then take a picture of it for memories (cause he might throw the book he’s doodling in away)

Speaking of that, he doesn’t have an official book for drawing and just draws in his english or math’s textbook or sum

His juniors eyes are blessed when they got his textbook

Sarukui just vibes in during art class, draws and that’s pretty much it

The drawings,,,,,eh,,,, not that good, he only specialize in doodling as I said

so in conclusion,

drawing? 2/10

doodling? I’ll give a solid 5/10, good job

Komi

I’m gonna say this and I’m prolly gonna say it again

He hates art class

Like, even with him trying his best to draw, it’ll always gonna look strange than what he planned

mf cannot draw a straight line in art class

This dood can draw a nice straight line in any other class whether it’s for a graph or others,

And then proceed to shakily draw a straight line during art session

Totally not an art kid and will never be one

His drawings,,,,

I’m so sorry but it looks so bad

It’ll prolly look a lot better if he put more effort, but it’ll still look bad no matter what

Komi hates art class and can’t draw even a decent doodle so unfortunately, I’ll have to rate it 0/10, sorry :(

Anahori

His drawings are eh

It’s not good but also not bad?

Sometimes you’ll just stare at his drawing for a good minute and be like, what did he just draw just now?

What I’m saying is that his drawing’s are unexplainable

Maybe if you stare at it a little bit longer then it’ll make sense and you can see the beauty in it

But honestly I can’t really see anything, not in a bad way, but like, literally nothing

You’ll be staring at his canvas as the mario kart rainbow road music started playing inside your head

But Anahori is always proud of his drawings no manner what

So, I’ll rate confusion/10

Onaga

Just like Komi, he sorta hates art class too

But lemme tell ya, his sketches are GODLY, like, have you seen those pinterest hand sketches?

That’s what his sketch would look like

It’s so yummy to look at what

But he sucks at lineart so JAHGSDSHD

Onaga cannot properly hold the black pen and do the lineart, it’ll always turn wonky and he had to throw it away

Like, if he spend even hours tryna outline it all, and then erase it

It’ll look so trash

And he’ll just stare at it for a couple of minutes before crumpling the paper

He’ll also suck at coloring

Mans cannot understand how the color blend in together

And I think I’ll rate,,,,,6/10 just cause he suck at coloring and lineart lmao don’t worry i suck at coloring too

Kaori

Another decent drawer and her drawings are almost the same as Akaashi’s

But instead of it looking pretty, it looks cute

I have a headcanon that Kaori have a journal and does journaling so that’s prolly the reason why her drawings are cute af

But honestly, her drawings sometimes depends on her mood,

If she’s mad or frustrated, her drawing would look kinda rough and not that cute anymore

If she’s feeling happy tho, It’ll look so nice and cuddly does that even make any sense

Isn’t necessarily an art kid but would love to try be one

And she totally have drawing sessions with Washio aaaaaa,

Just imagine both of them sketching in the same sketchbook while talking about the volleyball club or anything else

She’s getting an 9/10 just cause her sketchs looks clean <33

Yukie

She doesn’t draw at all

Like, you’ll never see her drawing at any kind of time so you have no idea what it looks like

Yukie would still attend art class,

But never draws

She said that she’s pretty lazy to draw it and said to draw it at her home later

But no one even saw that drawing after that

Yukie doesn’t show her drawings nor EVEN draw for once

So I technically can’t rate :/

inarizaki.

Ginjima

LISTEN

The only reason why I started with Gin is because he have some amazing drawing skills

He admit that he’s not an art kid but draws godly as if he had been thought since he was a kid,

Well, actually yes

I think Ginjima actually wanted to be a drawer when he was still a little kid way before he started his 3rd year of middle school

So he practiced a few and became a nice drawer since then,

But he kinda quit being a drawer and decided to go with volleyball

And guess what?

His drawing talent is still there

He totally specialize in pencil drawing cause that’s the first thing he started learning

The lines are smooth and the shading are so yummy what is wrong with me

The Miya twins and Suna are so sh00ked when he saw his drawing during art class

ngl he’s pretty smug about it too but doesn’t brag about it

I’ll give this boy 12/10, mwuaah

Suna

I hate this man for this sole reason

Suna is too LAZY to draw so he doesn’t give any effort in his drawing

I can guarantee myself that I’ll get an eye strain when I saw his drawing

And...

*wipes away tears*

He draws too many dick

–2/10

Don’t come for my head Suna lovers

Atsumu

OMFG

OKAY, OKAY, I KNOW THAT ATSUMU MIGHT PUT ON SOME EFFORT IN HIS DRAWINGS,

BUT WHY IS IT STILL SO BAD?????

He’ll prolly think his drawing would look good but no, it’s not

No matter on what perspective you look his drawings at, It’ll still look bad

AND HE DOESN’T EVEN NOTICE IT

Osamu laughs a lot at his drawing and they started fighting for that only reason smh

Atsumu, I appreciate your effort so SO much,

But please, just stick to volleyball

–10+/10

I put a plus there because of his effort and because of pity

Osamu

He draws in ms paint, with a mouse

But he can draw some foods tho

But all of it looks wonky af

1/10

Akagi

A pretty decent drawer

Akagi always draw happy and cute drawings so you’ll also get happy when you saw his drawings

Puts on a big smile when people compliments his drawing and shyly scratches the back of his neck

“Nah, this just look normal!”

But he draws oddly thick lines sometimes

Sometimes it looks good in some drawing

And sometimes it looks, bizzare in others...

But I think his drawing would look nice <3

Overall, I’ll give a,,, 7.5/10, keep up the good work

Oomimi

He’s from class 7 AND I really think that he’ll be good at drawing

Well, he can draw a few things but he struggles drawing other things he never accustomed to

But!

Oomimi is that kid who’s good at drawing scenery

He knows basic color palettes and which is cold and hot colors

So the scenery drawing would always look good

He get a lot of compliments for the drawing (50% of it from Akagi)

I think he doesn’t have that many time to relax and draw freely but when he does have it, it’ll just be small and simple doodles

um, let’s go with 8/10 <3

Aran

I truly believe that Aran can draw peoples face but in a pretty decent amount

He’s also good with anatomy teach me your ways king

But as much as he’s good at that, he kinda sucks at drawing any kind of background drawings

Mans can’t draw a scenery I’m telling you

As if the background doesn’t even exist in his mind lolol I’m sorry Aran lovers, I didn’t mean that in a bad way

Mainly uses copic markers to color and color pencils to shade

The first time he use the copic marker, he got really frustrated that the marker stain the other pages lmao

And he never uses digital drawing applications or softwares

Aran just doesn’t

I think I’ll rate him, 8.5/10

Kita

Okay, I know that Kita’s a top student and never fails in anything

But he’s not typically a good drawer that much

His drawing still got good marks but when you look at it, it just looks normal

I just know that the Kita lovers gonna get me after this

It’s not that bad and not that good, just a nice balance in between

I personally think Kita’s not that godly in drawing but rather a neutral drawer

He draw what he can and does shading and coloring when it’s needed

The colors are all basic colors, no pastel, no neon

And the shadings are pretty basic

Just a normal drawer here

Ya’ll gonna fight me for this but I’ll give Kita’s point,

7/10

[losersclubimagines]

the coroner’s girl

[the losers club x reader]

warnings: swearing, bullying, blood and body parts.

summary: being the coroner’s daughter means dressing practically rather than flatteringly, carrying your father’s blood samples in your schoolbag, and having maybe too much of an avid interest in human anatomy for your classmates�� tates. you’re an outcast - a loser, something you had always been and been pretty okay with, until the last day of school in 1985, when greta bowie gets a little too familiar with the things you carry in your backpack.

request here

Being a coroner's daughter was never going to be easy.

It was like being the daughter of the exterminator that came to rid your school of rats or termites; nothing inherently bad about it - it was an honest profession, all right - but goddamn embarrassing.

But you knew that. You'd known that since second grade when the teacher said your class had to go around the circle and everybody said what their parents did for a living. There were four temps, one dentist, one taxi driver, a receptionist and a cashier before you proudly said, "my dad examines dead people to see how they died!"

Your teacher had thought it was interesting. Your classmates, not so much. They thought you were dirty. Most of them didn't touch you, if they could help it. You had your own special brand of cooties, creatively named 'The Y/n Touch" that the others would pass and tease each other with at recess and lunch in games you couldn't participate in. Well, fine. They'd decided you were to be an outcast, you'd do just that.

You stopped really trying in third grade. Stopped putting your hair in curlers every night and teasing it with hairspray every morning like the others, stopped dressing fashionably and started dressing practically, stopped trying to fit in at all. A lot of girls talked about lipstick or boys or singers, or else music you'd never heard of and movies you'd never watched. The boys talked about girls and soccer and bikes, or else books you'd never read or bands you'd never listened to. You didn't fit in with anyone else's conversation - you knew hearts and brains and lungs, vessels and arteries and veins, homeostasis and rigor mortis and symptoms of asphyxiation. But when you tried to talk about that, all you got was disgusted or scandalised looks, so you stopped. You kept to yourself.

All through third grade to eighth grade, the closest thing you had to a friend were our various biology teachers throughout the years. You were hopeless at the other sciences, barely passing, and mediocre at everything else, but your biology always came back with a fat shiny A on every report card.

It was the last day of school before summer in 1985. Before you'd gone to school, your dad had passed you three plastic sample jars, half-full of blood. At your raised eyebrows, he grew defensive.

"The refrigerator's stocked again!"

"Maybe it wouldn't be if you did your job like every other coroner in America and stopped-"

"Yes, I know, I know," he interrupted, looking badgered. "Can you just ask your friend in the prep room to store them, just for a day? I'll have the refrigerator cleared out by then."

"Fine." You checked the lids were done up tightly then stuffed the jars in your satchel. "Can I go now?"

"Yeah, go, you'll be late. Don't go throwing your bag around now, those jars are done up tight but they'll burst with pressure."

"Got it," you called, moving to the front door.

"In the fridge as soon as you get to school!" he shouted from the cellar. "As soon as!"

You shut the door in reply, disgruntled.

You did as bid, making your way to the science prep room before class and sweet-talking Mr Keary into letting you store the samples in the huge refrigerator. They kept the stuff used for dissecting in there - sheep hearts and frogs and pig brains. Needless to say, you'd aced that particular section of biology. A scalpel was so familiar in your hand by now, it felt like an extension of your fingers.

They stayed there throughout the day. It grew hotter and hotter, but you kept all your layers on - black jeans cuffed to keep them from trailing on your battered sneakers, a charcoal-grey shirt of your father's that hung to your thighs and a soft, woolly, dark green cardigan that swung about your calves. You liked the comfort that layers of clothes gave you - like wearing multiple plates of armour. The day passed as usual - you ad no biology class, so you spoke to barely anyone and barely anyone spoke to you, you kept your head down and ate lunch alone and doodled in every class until the final bell rang. Great. Okay. Finally.

You swung by the prep room and grabbed your father's samples, placing them carefully in your backpack, ensuring they were cushioned by your pencil case and textbooks before hefting the bag onto one shoulder and making the trek to the front exit.

You were literally twenty feet from the door when it happened.

Greta Bowie stormed out of her history class with a dark expression on her face, evidently having to be held back to be lectured by her teacher. Her mean eyes flickered over the corridor for someone to take her anger out on, and, most unfortunately, they landed on you. You didn't even notice her until her shoulder collided hard with yours, and your bag slipped from your shoulder and sailed through the air, hitting the linoleum hard and skidding away. As you stumbled, Greta hooked an ankle around your's and sent you flying backwards.

"Sorry, Y/n!" she called, sweet as sugar. Sweet as fucking diabetes, you thought to yourself furiously as you reached for your bag - only to draw back in surprise and dread. A large, dark, sticky stain was spreading rapidly through the fabric. You tore your bag open, pleading with God that it wasn't so - but of course it was. The samples your dad had entrusted you with, that you'd chilled all day and packed so carefully in your bag - had burst on impact, and now two were all but empty, and the third was drooling blood slowly, it'd lid knocked to the side rather than all the way off.

"Shit!" you shouted, jumping up, your hands flying to your hair to grab it in despair. "Fuck it all, shit on it you bitch!" Before you even realised what you were doing, you'd lunged at the retreating Greta and shoved her in the back. Hard. So hard she flew into the lockers and slammed her head on the metal.

She yelled in pain, spinning round to look at you. The whole corridor was raptly focused on the two of you, Greta furious and red-faced, a bleeding split on her forehead where she'd grazed a padlock, and you, realising what you'd just done with your eyes widening and your feet beginning to retreat.

"You are so fucking dead!"

Greta ran right at you, her arms catching you in the midriff and knocking you back several paces. You gasped as your back slammed into the floor, hard, and Greta seized a handful of your hair, yanked your head up, and slammed it back down again. You wheezed and whimpered, trying to push and scratch to no avail, and Greta straddled you, her fist raised, ready to punch-

Your left hand closed over something cylindrical, smooth and vaguely wet and warm. As quick as you could, even as Greta drew back her fist, you whipped the lid off the last jar of blood, brought it out from the depths of your bag and tossed what was left of the sample square into Greta's snarling face.

She shrieked like a banshee, rearing back and gagging, and you took the opportunity to throw her off your body. You sprang to your feet, stumbling only a little as Greta retched and choked, groping for you blindly with red in her eyes. You took of running, pausing only to pick up your soaking red bag on the way, slamming through the double-doors at the end of the corridor.

You jumped down the steps double-time, jumping at the end and staggering as you hit the floor, then you ran again. In your haste you charged straight through a group of four boys making their way leisurely down the path. You knocked into two of them heavily, felt them stagger.

"What the fuck, dude?" someone called after you furiously, and you turned your head, still running, to look back at them.

"Sorry!" you yelled hoarsely, tearing out the front gate and out of sight.

"Fuckin' weirdo," mumbled Richie Tozier to Bill Denbrough, who was bending down to help Eddie stand after that girl had barged into them. Richie hauled Stan, who had also fallen, to his feet and clapped him on the shoulder, before picking something up off the ground.

"Stan my man, you dropped your yokefellow!" Richie told Stan cheerfully, holding a brimless cap up with a flourish.

"Yarmulke," Stan corrected tiredly, snatching it back.

"Bless you."

"E-Eddie, I think that g-g-girl left a suh-suh-stain on your sh-shirt just now," Bill interrupted demurely.

"Is that fucking blood?" Eddie squeaked, his eyes widening in horror.

"What the fuh-fuh-fuck?" Bill laughed.

"Maybe it was that time of the month," Richie said wisely.

"Buh-beep beep, Richie."

Richie looked seriously at Eddie, who was frantically scrubbing at the dark red patch on his perfect pink shirt. "Werewolves," he told the littler boy sagely.

"Shut up, Richie!" all three of the boys said together, as they crossed through the front gate, making for the Barrens.

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a/n: just a lil something to get my creativity going while i work on requests. let me know if you want to be tagged in coming parts!! i’m thinking there will be at least two more <3