#sch au or something

[cosmicharm]

come to the woman with the snakes in her hair

[leaderwonim]

✴︎ THE MONSTER’s GONE, HE’S ON THE RUN, AND YOUR BOYFRIEND’s HERE.

pairing. lee heeseung x fem!reader

genre. established relationship, zombie apocalypse au, ANGST, fluff then and there, high sch!au (they’re seniors), mentions of dying and being bitten

synopsis. when it comes down to it, will lee heeseung protect you like he had promised in the beginning of your relationship?

author’s note. This one is a long one and I lwk felt my heart being ripped apart as I finished the ending 🙁 the scene where he sings to her is based off of the scene from “Beautiful Boy” where Nick’s father sings to him. I kind of envisioned Y/n and Heeseung as Cheongsan and On-jo so do whatever you want with this information!

Lee Heeseung was the perfect boyfriend. He was athletic, tall, and most importantly of all, loving. He wasn’t afraid to show you how much he cared about your relationship.

Being the captain of the hockey team came with a lot of perks. For one, no one was able to yell at him for always giving oogly eyes at you during practice, and no one dared say a word when Heeseung would stop in the middle of his laps to talk to you.

“It’s pretty cold, isn’t it?” Ha Kyungmi, the girlfriend of your cousin and Heeseung’s friend, Sunghoon, perched herself right next to you in the stands.

“Heeseung gave me his jersey.”

Kyungmi smirks, letting her hands feel the material of the jersey you have on. “You lucky bitch!” She says, making you giggle. “Heeseung’s never lent someone his jersey before, that’s how you know he’s serious.”

“That’s good to know,” your eyes look back into the ice, seeing your boyfriend and Sunghoon competing to see who was the fastest.

“You hear that breakout that’s been happening in Busan?” Kyungmi digs in her sweater pockets, pulling out her phone. “It’s reaching Seoul. My mom told me about it yesterday.”

You read over the article that Kyungmi shows you on her phone, something about a deadly outbreak that’s been contaminating the people of Korea. It had started in Busan, and it was making its way to Seoul now.

“Hey!” The voice of your boyfriend makes you snap out of your daze. Heeseung makes his way towards you along with Sunghoon, pulling off their skates as they tossed it against the wall.

“You look pretty,” Heeseung leans in to give your cheek a sloppy kiss, one that has Sunghoon pretending to gag at. “What are you gagging at Hoon? As if that’s not you and your girlfriend all the time.”

Sunghoon raises his hand in mock surrender, interlocking his hand with Kyungmi. “It’s weird seeing you kiss my cousin dude!” He says. “We’re gonna go to the cafeteria if you guys want to meet us there later.”

You glance at your phone, realizing there was only 15 minutes of lunch left.

“Sure, we’ll meet you there man.” Heeseung gives Sunghoon a pat on the back before intertwining his hand with yours, pulling you closer to him despite already being in close proximity.”

“Were you cold?” He asks, concerned bambi eyes making you bite your lip.

“No I wasn’t Seungie.” You lean your head on his shoulder, his thumb rubbing your fingers as the two of you stayed in silence for a bit. “We should probably meet with Sunghoon and Kyungmi before lunch ends.”

“Yeah.” The two of you stand up, making your way out of the ice rink. Thankfully for your growling stomach, your school’s cafeteria was only a few meters away.

“There they are!” Kyungmi waves the two of you over, “I told you buying 2 extra sandwiches was a good idea!”

“Okay okay, sorry baby.” Sunghoon says. “Took you guys forever.”

“It was 5 minutes Hoon,” Heeseung rolls his eyes, thanking Kyungmi as she passed you two your sandwiches. “I really don’t want to go to Ms. Jung’s class. She’ll be the death of me.”

Suddenly, there’s a scream, one that is so horrid that it makes your boyfriend drop the glass cup of orange juice he was holding.

“What’s happening?!” Heeseung says, standing up immediately. He wraps his arm around your waist, eyes widening when he sees students panicking all around.

“Quick, Mr. Jeon’s class is nearby!” Sunghoon pulls the three of you towards a classroom. Inside was about 10 other students, whom of which looked like they were on high alert.

“Yah,” one of the guys said, suddenly standing up. You recognize him as Yoo Hanbin, one of your classmates from biology during your tenth year. “Are you guys bitten? Show us your neck and arms.”

“Bitten?” Heeseung scoffs, pulling you closer to him.

“They don’t know what’s happening Hanbin.” One of his friends says calmly. “They’re probably just scared like us. Close the door, hurry.”

Hanbin snarls, but he obliges. He ushers the four of you in, closing the door in a rush. He then places the teacher’s large wooden desk against it with the help of the other students.

“What’s going on?” Kyungmi asks, flinching when a sudden bang comes from the door.

“Quick! Move more desks!” Despite not knowing what the hell was happening, you helped Hanbin and the others place all the desks against Mr. Jeon’s room.

“There’s an apocalypse,” Hanbin’s friend answers after you all catch your breath. “Haruto.” He introduces himself after.

“Apocalypse?” Heeseung’s grip on your hand is suddenly tighter. “What? You mean like a zombie apocalypse Haruto?”

“I didn’t believe it either,” Hanbin slides his body down against the wall tiredly, lifting up his sleeves to show you his arm. “At first.”

It was bloody and looked like it hurt badly.

“I was in the piano room when it happened. Seolhee’s cries were all I could hear before I heard them. Their growls.” Hanbin shakes his head, looking down at the ground. “I tried saving her—but I couldn’t. One of them tried to bite me before I slashed them across the face with the piano chair. I ran so fast that I fell on the way to Mr. Jeon’s room, that’s where the cut came from.”

You can’t help but send the poor boy a look of pity, feeling overwhelmed by the sudden information.

“Is this about the outbreak?” Kyungmi suddenly speaks up. “The one we read about, remember Y/N? Is it the one from Busan causing all of this?”

Haruto solemnly nods, and that’s enough for you to let out a small cry.

Heeseung wraps his arms around you, letting you bury your head into his chest. “Sh, it’s alright.”

But it wasn’t.

You and Heeseung huddle up together against one of the corners of the room alongside Kyungmi and Sunghoon, trying to generate as much heat as possible.

With the whole city in ruins by now, you knew electricity would be gone soon, you just hoped it would be gone in the morning instead of night.

“We’re almost out of water.” Haruto says, getting up suddenly. One of the girls, who you recognize as Ryujin gets up with him.

If you weren’t stuck in a zombie apocalypse, you would’ve gushed over how much they complimented one another. Ryujin was the star tennis player who looked like she hated everybody, but the way she looks at Haruto showed that she more than tolerated him.

“You seriously aren’t thinking..?” Ryujin pulls Haruto back by his arm. “You can’t go by yourself to get water!”

“I’ll go with him.”

For all the years you’ve known Sunghoon, he’s never been as brave as he was now. You could tell Kyungmi was scared out of her mind, grabbing onto his hand as her lips quivered.

“It’s too dangerous! We’ll live without water for now!”

“Don’t be ridiculous baby,” Sunghoon gives her a comforting glance. “Me and Haruto will go, we’ll come back soon.”

“If he’s going, I’m going too.” The emotions Ha Kyungmi felt earlier now transferred to you. You shake your head, not letting Lee Heeseung’s hand fall from yours. “Y/N, please. Sunghoon’s my best friend, I have to.”

But I’m your girlfriend, you wanted to say.

As much as it hurt you, you knew you had to let Heeseung go. The risks were high, but you knew the rest of your classmates were thirsty to death and needed water as soon as possible. You couldn’t be selfish and beg your boyfriend to stay in front of all of them.

“Be safe.” You say, standing up to cup Heeseung’s face. “Please. Protect yourself first.”

He nods, wiping away the tears that escaped your eyes.

“Promise me, Heeseung.” You whisper.

“I promise.”

You let go of Heeseung reluctantly, watching as him, Sunghoon, and Haruto all slowly push aside the desks, opening the door as slowly as possible.

The growls were less prominent than they were a few hours earlier. You didn’t even want to look through the window to see how many zombies were downstairs at your school’s entrance.

As soon as they’re gone, a boy comes and sits himself right next to Kyungmi and you, giving a small smile.

“You okay Kyung?”

You find it weird how close he’s being with Kyungmi, and even weirder that he waited till Sunghoon had left.

“I’m fine Eunwoo,” Kyungmi replies, slouching against the wall. “Are you okay?”

You turn your head back around, not wanting to eavesdrop on your friend. You prayed and prayed that Heeseung would be kept safe when he was going to get water. You knew where the boys were going—Mrs Ahn’s room. She was the only teacher who kept giant packs of water bottles in her class for students who were thirsty. You hoped Mrs. Ahn was still alive.

“They’re going to Mrs. Ahn, aren’t they?” Ryujin asks, sitting herself next to you.

“They are.” You turn to make eye contact with her, surprised to see a purple bruise near her eye. “What happened to you?”

“Zombies.” She grins, although she knows it’s no time for jokes. “I only made a fuss earlier because Haruto was the one who saved me. Despite being quiet, he really knows how to fight off zombies.”

“Hey,” you get closer to her, almost whispering now. “What do you know about Eunwoo over there?”

Ryujin raises her eyebrows, placing her sight on Eunwoo who was talking to Kyungmi up close. “Has had a crush on Ha Kyungmi for over a year now. I see them sometimes.”

Your eyebrows furrow, not expecting such a response. Before you could say anything back, Heeseung and Haruto quickly rush into the room, slamming the desks back onto the door.

“Seungie?” You and Ryujin rush over to help them. They had 2 packs of waters in their hands, letting it drop on the ground along with their knees as they tried to catch their breath.

“I—I—” Heeseung seems choked up, his eyes teary and red. “I tried to help him—I really did.”

Your jaw practically drops knowing full well what Heeseung was implying. Park Sunghoon was nowhere to be found, not behind him, not behind Haruto.

“They came so quickly, we panicked and we just ran and I—” Haruto is unable to finish his sentence when you let out a scream, your body scumming to the floor.

“My cousin’s dead?” You sob out, clutching onto Heeseung’s bloody blazer when he comes down to hug you.

“I can’t believe it,” Kyungmi’s mouth goes dry and she turns over to hug Eunwoo, who rubs her back comfortingly.

You’re too distraught to even question why she was in another guy’s arms right after your cousin, her own boyfriend, just died.

“I’m sorry,” Heeseung repeats over and over again, letting you cry into his shoulder.

“It’s not your fault,” you sniffle. “Tell me he died a quick death. Tell me it wasn’t painful for him Hee.”

“He fell out the window,” Heeseung says, a few tears escape his eyes. “They backed us up into a wall and Sunghoon fell out an open window. We heard a loud slam and when we looked, he was already dead.”

You sob even louder, making Heeseung’s hold on you tighten.

When you finally catch your breath and pull away, you notice how Heeseung has scratches all over his face.

“Oh Seung,” you say, tracing your fingers over them. “It must really hurt.”

“It feels fine when I’m with you.”

The both of you lean against the cushion that’s propped against the bookshelf in Mr. Jeon’s room, your head laying against Heeseung’s shoulder as you both hold each other’s hands tightly. You felt like Heeseung would disappear if your grip loosened.

“Your lip,” Heeseung suddenly says, letting his index finger touch your lips, which were chapped and bleeding.

“It’s fine,” you brush him off, but he shakes his head, reaching into his pocket for something.

“Here, I have your chapstick.” He pulls out your strawberry flavored chapstick, the one that you always bought before the apocalypse had happened.

“Where’d you get this?” You breathe out.

“I always keep a spare one in my pockets because I know you,” Heeseung smiles down at his lap. “I knew it would come in handy.”

Your eyes softened at his words, one hand coming to hold his chin as you lean in to give him a long kiss.

“Thank you Seungie,” you say as you pulled away. “For everything.”

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You suddenly jolt up from your sleep, face covered in cold sweat.

“Hey, hey, everything’s okay.” Heeseung whispers to you.

You take in your surroundings, making out Hanbin and Haruto’s figures guarding the doors and the rest of the students in the class asleep.

You had your head on Heeseung’s lap, your body sprawled along the cold tiled floor of Mr. Jeon’s class.

“How long have I been out?” You ask groggily, trying to squint at the dark clock on the wall.

“Just two hours.” Heeseung sighs. “The growling stopped for a bit. It’s eleven now. You should sleep more.”

You shake your head, disagreeing. “No Seung, you should sleep. I could watch over for a bit with Hanbin and Haruto.”

Heeseung bites his lip, almost as if he was really debating whether or not he should be sleeping right now.

“Seung, please. You need your energy.”

Heeseung agrees hesitantly, letting you switch places so now his head was on your lap.

“Goodnight Hee.” You say, placing a tender kiss on his forehead.

He smiles back at you, closing his eyes as he let sleep consume him.

Your eyes search around the room, focusing on Kyungmi and Eunwoo sleeping on one another.

Before you were too distraught to care about them two, but now that everything was calm, you really took in the situation.

Ryujin’s words rang in your ear like a mantra. Eunwoo liked Kyungmi for over a year now.

Does that mean.. ?

No, it couldn’t. You knew Ha Kyungmi. She was a sweet girl to you for the most part, she wouldn’t do that to your cousin.

Would she?

“They’re here.” You hear Hanbin whispering. His voice was filled with dread and fear, and your worst suspicions were true.

The zombies had reached your classroom.

“EVERYBODY! UP!” Haruto yells, clumsily turning on the small light that was still working in the room. “WE HAVE TO MOVE! QUICK!”

Heeseung wakes up with a grunt, his arms automatically reaching for your waist as if it was a natural reflex.

“They’re here?” He asks, squinting a bit at the bright light.

“Yes, let’s wake the others.”

You two start tapping your classmates awake.

“There’s a window we can climb out of.” Hanbin points at the window that was half covered by the cushion you and Heeseung had laid on earlier. “It’s not a big drop so we’ll survive it. It’s our only escape.”

Your classmates all start talking at once, some unsure of Hanbin’s plan.

“We don’t have much time!” Ryujin exclaims. “Quick! Climb out!”

A few of your classmates help each other get out of the window carefully, cheering silently when it works successfully.

“I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to hold them off.” Haruto says, the desks being pushed out by the bangs of the zombies on the door.

“Kyungmi! Let’s go!” Eunwoo grabs the girl’s hand, pulling her towards the window.

“Eunwoo—but—Y/N?!” She turns to face you, who was currently helping the boys hold the door against the zombies. “Y/N!”

“Just go Kyungmi!” You yell, watching as Eunwoo helps her get out first.

“We’re going to have to let go and make a swift run for it,” Hanbin says to the three of you. “A broken arm or leg will be better than dying at the hands of these creatures.”

Haruto closes his eyes, nodding slowly at his friend’s words. “On a count of three.”

“One.”

“Two.”

“Three!”

The four of you let go, the zombies automatically piling into the room as soon as you do.

Haruto and Hanbin are quick, climbing out and jumping onto the ground in a swift second.

“Cmon Heeseung! Y/N!”

Heeseung climbs out first, foot barely making it out the window before one of the zombies have got you.

“Y/N!” He screams, hands gripping onto the window as he tries to reach for you.

“Heeseung! It’s not worth it!” Kyungmi shouts, “they’ve already got her, she’s gonna die anyway, it’s not worth it.”

Heeseung’s vision goes red at this. “I don’t fucking care Kyungmi! Unlike you, I actually love my girlfriend to death and would do anything for her!”

His words have her cowering in embarrassment, Eunwoo wrapping a protective arm around her.

“Yah you fucker!” Eunwoo yells. “You want to be with your girlfriend so badly? Then die!”

He and Kyungmi run off to find shelter, the only two who were left were Hanbin and Haruto.

They were silently begging Heeseung to drop it with their eyes, telling them that it wasn’t worth it.

“Cmon Heeseung man,” Haruto says croakily. “You’ll die.”

“Then I’ll die with her.” Heeseung whispers. He watches as one of the zombies bite you, making you scream out in pain.

The zombies all make their way to another classroom when they realize you’re the only one, and since you’ve already been bitten, you were no longer desirable to them.

Despite knowing he would most likely die if he did it, Heeseung climbs back into the room, pulling you into his arms as he did many times before.

“Hey, hey.” He chokes up as he pulls you closer. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s—okay.” You reassure him, eyes slowly turning red as your twitching hands come up to touch his jaw. “Will you sing to me Heeseung?”

You had always joked before that Heeseung would become a famous singer in the future, his beautiful voice entrancing you whenever he’d sing or hum a song.

“Of course.” He gulps, eyes becoming blurry from the tears as each second pasts.

“The monster’s gone, he’s on the run, and your boyfriend’s here.” Heeseung’s lips tremble, unable to hold in his emotions any longer. “Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful girl.”

He holds you in his arms despite your twitching body, knowing any second you would turn into one of them. He watches as the light from your eyes disappear, and your skin turns green and veiny.

Lee Heeseung doesn’t cry a lot. He believed that crying wasn’t going to fix anything.

But as he watched the Y/N he loved disappear from his arms despite being physically there, he sobs and sobs. Despite knowing it won’t do anything, he pulls your body onto his, hands on the back of your head as he begs the world to silently bring you back.

[star-daughter]

(Falls over and all this spills out my pockets) Oh dear! It appears all my rewrite au ideas have spilt conveniently into this tumblr post!

It's been a little while, but here's some stuff for a SCH rewrite I have come up with. I have some others, but I will put those in a separate post sometime.

INTRODUCING:

SPARKLECARE HOSPITAL: It gets better

Intended to be a way to explore some criticisms I've had of the comic and ideas to make it better. Because, people can talk all they want, but very few can actually do something with what they say. And I'd like to show that I know what I'm talking about!

This rewrite would place the comic into a much more serious and bleak setting... Barry Ill has just arrived at the hospital, and either has to comes to terms that he's stuck there, or die trying to escape. There is many structural changes in terms of plot, an example being Mood & Doom are now secondary antagonists to Cuddles; who controls the hospital and will do anything in his power to stop the truth about it from getting out.

Feel free to ask questions!

-Mod Star

[melissa-titanium]

HAIIIIIII

ermum uhgae are u okay w/ drawing hearts boxcars and clubs deuce for tha ship thang?? *looks at uu w/ autism (⁠◕_◕⁠)

IMGENEUEIN YL SO SORRY FOR THIS BEING SO VERY LITTLE BUT IT. JUST TURNED 11 AND I; AM SUPPSOEDTO SLEEPBNECAUSE ITS A SCH O O N IGHT BUT IMSOSORY THISTOOK SO LONGAGIN .AUGH. AU. IPROMISE IWLL TRYTO DRAWTHEM BET;TE;REVENTAULYLESRF8HSUISHTIU. ITHINK CLUBS WOULD BLOW SOMETHING UP AND HBWOULD BE LIKE ooooooo oooooo la la. Oo la l a imsosory. imsororyol. ineedto draw cpacians more iloce them somuch IMSOS9SEUD8UHJR9UIDF GOODNIGHT GUYS. SMILES,

[mel-ixa]

Satosugu AU that won’t leave me alone so I’m yelling about it to yall

Gojo de-aged AU!!

Sets place during the 10 years after Geto defected and is still alive

Some cursed spirit caused Gojo to turn back into his 7 year old self, along with his memory

7 year old Gojo is just a quiet kid who has learnt not to speak out of line due to his upbringing in the Gojo clan (my HC is that he’s loud in high sch only bc that’s the only chance he got to be a kid again)

Yaga and Shoko tried to hide it from the higher ups cause they’ll jump at the opportunity to take him out since kid!Gojo barely has his powers under control at 7 years old

Somehow the info got leaked and a bounty is set on kid!Gojo for a few million (like what Toji did for Amanai)

Bounty hunters jump at this especially those who Gojo offended

They somehow infiltrated Tokyo Jujutsu High and there’s a fight. Shoko is mostly non combat so it’s just them and Yaga who’s outnumbered and is knocked out

Kid!Gojo tries to defend himself but is overpowered (I’m thinking him being thrown around and injured)

Someone sends a finishing blow but then the school alarm sounds and the blow is blocked by a cursed spirit

It’s Geto!! he saw the site and was in the school contemplating whether he should step in when he subconsciously released a cursed spirit to protect kid!Gojo

Cue Geto taking care of an injured kid!Gojo and learning why he’s so quiet (Gojo clan is shit)

I just need a fic of Geto and kid!Gojo so Geto realised that Gojo is loud for a reason and it’s because he never got a childhood!! Something about the dynamic just scratches my brain.

[dragonfreckles]

I never got around to promoting Memory Deprived on here, but since I'm working on the final edits for the second chapter, I might as well!

Memory Deprived is an SDP Severance AU. It follows the crew as they navigate their lives trapped in the basement of Lumon Industries, unable to experience the outside world due to a chip in their brain that switches their conscious whenever they leave. And then, it follows these other consciouses - their "Outies" - revealing what led each of them to take up a position as a Severed Lumon employee, by extension trapping their "Innies" in a perpetual state of work.

Basically, it's a super self-indulgent crossover fic where I put my blorbos in the torture office. Why? For funsies!!

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Chime…

Welcome to the Severed Floor of Lumon Industries. It isn’t every day that this place gets a new hire, seeing as to how it operates. Today, however, marks the very first day of work for brand-new employee Jay Sch—apologies, Jay S.—who is as frustrated as he is confused by the situation he finds himself in.

He doesn’t want to work here. He wasn’t even planning on it—in fact, he hadn’t been planning on anything, since he didn’t exactly exist prior to this morning.

But as much as he might try to resist, there isn’t any other option for him. His whole existence is linked to the office—literally. His consciousness is trapped here, with only his physical presence and a person he can’t help but hold a grudge against being granted the ability to leave.

The best he can do is try to figure out what makes this company tick. What's really going on here? Why would anyone willingly choose to Sever themself? And… is there really no alternative for him and his colleagues?

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You can read it on AO3 here:

And on Wattpad here:

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I've been super excited about this one, so if it sounds like something you'd be interested in, please check it out!

Chapter 1 is already up, and chapter 2 should be out within the next few days!

[yousaidiwouldbeokay]

Genloss HC/AU

Before the show with ranboo, Showfall had a show (Disney channel style) following a family living in the woods.

The show centered around this maybe dysfunctional, maybe a bit quirky, group of characters -- a couple and their collection of children living in a cabin.

The youngest son, a boy named Charlie.

The show follows them as they grow. As they age. Slowly, the older characters leave the show.

Charlie is the only one left for the finale. He's grown over the years and years of the show's running, now 18, and the finale is...

He can't remember when the show started. He was born and raised in this cabin. He was raised in a chaotic family. Sometimes they had visits from strange people in strange masks, sometimes there were cameras in the house-- his parents liked to record special events to watch back. That's why. That's why..

There was one of these cameras staring at him now. He's alone in the house. His parents died in the last season.

His parents recorded every waking moment. Every resting moment. Every holiday, every nighttime routine, every meal, every movie night, every trip to sch--

Did he go to school? He remembers walking out of the door. He doesn't remember the school. He doesn't remember his friends.

What was his school? What were his teachers' names?

There's someone manning the camera. There's bright lights behind that. There's wires all across the floor beyond where the carpet ends at the open wall.

It's the finale. He's forgotten his line. His head is pounding due to the lights in his eyes. Where are his parents? Where are his siblings?

Someone's yelling.

Those people in his masks standing behind the cameras are looking at him. The camera is menacing, watching him as he freezes up.

When did he begin on this show?

There's yelling. There's masks running at him. He doesn't even think to run-- where is he?

Who is he?

There's something of his face, and then Charlie is gone.

[bear-do-well]

When I had just learnt to read, my teacher would give us little books to read together with our parents at home, where mom or dad had to read the words with letters you hadn't learnt yet.

At one point, I had learnt all the letters, but dutch has a shit ton of compound sounds. Think au, ou, ui, eu, ie, ei, ij, ch, sch (most of these make sounds that in other languages would be ä, å or something like that, ch makes the typical dutch g, sch makes the dutch g with an s in front, but it also works as "1 sound"). At this point I hadn't learnt all of those sounds yet.

Okay that was all context for this story, now onto the real important part.

I was reading a little book with my mom and suddenly stopped at a word. My mom went "come on Diede, you know what this says" and I looked her in the eye and said "no, we haven't learnt sch yet"

i mean yea, you were correct

[weirdestcornelius]

This is the first time (and I hope the last) that I will send a critic here. I confess that I'm no longer a fan of this comic and I could very well be doing something more productive, but I wanted to get that out of my head.

I will express my biggest criticism of the world of SCH.

One of my favorite things about SCH was the planet Spinch. I've always liked series with long-scale lores, as it creates many possibilities not only for the public but also for the author and Kc could use this, but no.

CC, an AU that could bring a greater scale focus only on the Comet family to the point where we don't know anything about other characters.

DM, the whole mystery (which was very well done) and the cast being completely different cast from SCH or CC made me excited until it was revealed that they are reincarnations, making it appear probably another excuse to make more cometkids.

The only thing we have unreleated from SCH is Karmagdon, which Kc seems to have forgotten, something that makes me sad.

Combine this with a meaningless reproduction system, a world without conflicts or "politics" (even though that a president and the capitalist system exist), based solely on american culture (despite its size) and the only bad character presented so far in 6 years is Cuddles (which is boring villain), the planet Spinch looks more a great amusement park of a american white dream for the comets, that things happens bcuz yes.

Sorry for this long rant or any english error (it's not my first language).

Don't worry about the rant or the English. I'm happy people are comfortable enough here to share their thoughts, even if they're not still fans of the comic.

I feel like the Spinch world building was good at first, what with how thought out Virtuism and the gods were; it was a good parallel to Christianity while not being Christianity. The different countries and the different climates of each country were a charming detail that may seem irrelevant in the long run, but it was yet another thing that helped us connect it to Earth. But as it became more and more focused with shipping and fankids instead of its original purpose, the world building suffered as a result.

I'm personally fine with CC being focused around the main family, because it gives me family sitcom vibes if it was handled well. Which it isn't, but considering how hyped arc 5 is being it will hopefully show off some actual emotion in the series.

I have never been really interested in Darkermatters because after I heard about it the "bombshell" of the main four being reincarnations of pollarrydoomi had already been dropped. The concept of Darkermatters was interesting, and the reincarnation thing could have been handled in an equally interesting way, but it wasn't. In the end it all wraps back around pollarrydoomi, which is a shame because I really liked some of the characters' designs but I know that's all the au is going to be about.

I never liked that Spinch was literally just the exact same all around. Yes, it would need to take place in a capitalist country for Sparklecare to even really make sense, but why can't other countries be any different? Why does EVERYONE have the same beliefs? The world building is also skewed in favor of one side by painting scientists as people who ignore evidence of magic and berate others who don't believe the same as them, so the world building is ALSO bigoted.

I'm taking suggestions on how to make Spinch more life-like in my rewrite. I already have rough ideas for cultures and governments, so I'm hoping it will come off less flat and white america-ish.

[eemamminy-art]

What other ships do you like that aren't as popular in the 14 community?

Oh my gosh, lots... There are some that didn't used to be popular but have been growing more popular these days, like Guydelot/Sanson and Sadu/Cirina, and I would say Fordola/Lyse has grown in popularity too which is especially cool since I don't think it was a ship at all until I started drawing them! 😊 They're my second favorite ship in xiv I would say.

I think most of the wlw ships I have in xiv would be considered rare pairs, a lot of them I'm coming up with on my own to see what kind of sticks lol. I particularly like M'naago/Kurenai and Ysayle/Heustienne, though I think the latter is also gaining some more popularity too! I also really like Lucia/Laniaitte, I think there's something fun about these lady knights who don't really get to do much outside of work, I think there's a lot of room to explore that! I like Misija/Mikoto too though it's definitely on the bad romance lovers to enemies type of spectrum, but I think it can be interesting to explore the unhappy parts of relationships too sometimes! Though I'm not usually much for hateships, I feel like in their case it's more like, there was something there and now it's sour but nostalgia and lingering feelings make it extremely complicated for them both (though mostly Mikoto)

I like a lot of job quest npc ships and I think those are especially rare since not everyone plays every job. I love Jannequinard/Quimperain from AST, and I like Silvaire/Leih from archer and Carvallain/Rhoswen from CUL/Limsa side quests though with those last two I tend to do it as a lesbian AU because I don't really like m/f ships too often. I do like some but it's not really my preference, it depends on the characters! I probably would draw a lot more of these sorts of ships but I get so shy about it, because the characters are relatively unknown and because people are prickly about lesbian AU stuff 😫 I'd wanna maybe draw shippy lesbian AU stuff with some of the SCH and BLM npcs also but I'm just embarrassed lollll

(Jumping in right here with an edit) I was actually chatting with someone on twitter yesterday about this lol I love Charlemend/Edmont as well!!! Let those old men find some joy in each other's arms 😊

This is already so long so I'll stop rambling here haha but I like a lot of ships!! I just really enjoy the characters in this game and thinking about how they interact with one another, or how they might interact if they've never met canonically :3

[m-a-w-a]

Will you be writing more of vegaspete Uni AU? THOSE 2HOUR USED TO READ THE TWO WORKS WERE SO WORTH , I NEED MORE 🙏🙏🙏 would love to see how they got together in sch since it was mentioned before!!!

Thank you, I'm happy you liked them!! ❤️. Uni VegasPete are very special to me, they're my little messed-up babies !

As for more works, I don't know yet. I have a few drafts in that series (when don't I 😅) but I'm working on something a little bit different for the moment.

No promises but I never say never :)

How about a sneak peek though ? It's all I have for now !

[Warning: unedited draft under the cut. Explicit. Collar.]

I can’t stop thinking about it. I know it’s all a stupid joke. I know they were trying to rile me up with that stupid gift. They wanted me to splutter and be offended and it worked – I was. Just not for the reasons that they imagined.

It was all because of Tankhum of course, who somehow managed to corner us into watching a stupid k-movie about a guy receiving a collar with his name engraved on it at work (then of course, promptly getting found out by a colleague he manages to turn into his dom-mistress then fall in love with). Of course, the other guys found it very funny, not understanding the appeal of total submission for a second, making snarky remarks and ridiculous comments, completely missing the point of the movie.

All they saw was a guy with a leash pretending to bark and asking to be hit.

They didn’t get it all.

Not the way I did. Not the way I still can’t stop thinking about it.

They also seemed to find my silence and obvious awkwardness very funny, calling me a prude princess and roughing me up like I was some blushing virgin with no experience and no kink. I didn’t even try to pretend otherwise. People always take me for far more innocent that I really am.

Even Vegas is only now starting to realise the depth of my depravity, and I still don’t dare to admit the half of it, even if I’m more and more convinced that he might himself be a lot more into it than he lets on.

I don’t want to risk it though. What if it’s all wishful thinking? What if I tell him that my best friend offered me a collar and a leash as a prank-gift and I can’t fucking stop thinking about it? That it was all I could think about when he was fucking me tonight? That I came imagining him putting it on me and leading me around by the leash? Calling me a dog and pet and being my owner.

It feels so wrong having those thoughts when he’s sleeping peacefully next to me, sheets rumpled around him, nose scrunched up in the cute way he always does when he is deep in sleep. He always looks so relaxed when he sleeps next to me, that near-constant frown disappearing from his face, the weight in his eyes hidden from the world. He used to be so agitated before, turning and moving and waking up in a sweat with the lost look of someone not knowing where he is. He was always tense, ready to strike, in a perpetual expectation of deception and judgement. He’d wake up and apologize and refuse to go back to sleep before me.

It’s all changed now. From his own admission, he sleeps better next to me. Gone are the worry and tension, because he trusts me now.

He’s miles away from imagining that I’m still awake, frozen in bed, unable to get my mind out of the gutter and stop thinking about that stupid collar with my name engraved on it that my best friends gifted me as a ridiculous joke for my birthday.

I give it another ten minutes before I give up and yield to my worst instincts.

I send a last look towards Vegas’ sleeping face and try to ignore the tight guilty feeling in my throat as I get up. Blindly, not daring to turn the light on, I retrieve the box I hid in the bottom drawer of my dresser, buried under an unkept pile of old, out-of-season sweaters then I go to the bathroom in silence, closing the door behind me.

I lay the box on the counter next to the sink. I dare not touch it. My hands are shaking. My lips hurt from being chewed on so much, but I can’t help it. My mind is in a whirlwind, it’s been this way since those assholes made me open the box in the middle of the restaurant.

I turned beet-red and they laughed – I bet they can’t even imagine me standing in front of the gift in the middle of the night, stomach in knots, the want and need singing from the deepest, darkest corners of my mind.

This is crazy. I am crazy.

I must be. What kind of person sees a dog collar with their name on it and thinks ‘Oh fuck, that turns me on’?

Even now, hours later and loose from being fucked hard and deep barely a couple hours ago (‘warming up for your birthday’, Vegas had said), I can still feel myself trembling, little tremor making my hands shake as I caress the box with my fingertips.

[cuddlyhell]

i'm very glad that KC is moving on from making SCH out to seem like a professional comic as i doubt that was it's true intentions in the first place, being honest about it being a personal endeavor and getting rid of the aspects that make it seem so grandiose is good in my opinion. i mean the initial execution of this was pretty bad (suddenly saying your professional comic with a full team is actually a personal vent project to deflect criticism isn't a good look, ofc), but still, i think this will actually end up being beneficial for the comic.

at the same time, however, this does make me feel a lot more weird about criticizing and making rewrites/AUs and all of this other nonsense. of course, i think there are still flaws, especially ones that i think (and many others think) are extremely strange, contradictory, or even creepy (cuddles being evil from birth with no reason, amab anthries, TUC, etc etc. i could really go on for a while) but it seems evident that KC would never listen to me or anyone else about this- or, at least not anyone associated with sparklecrit, which i can't really blame kit for.

although with that said; it makes every small and/or petty criticism i have feel.. i guess like bullying? i try to be fair in my criticism because i don't want to sound like im outright angry or hate anyone/anything cause i really dont? i also dont post a lot of criticism cause i feel others have already said what i want to say tenfold, so ive been trying to focus on my own SCH related project instead. even still, it again feels weirder to do all this now that the comic and KC are honest about what it is. i still want to talk about the bigger issues (stuff like TUC, among other things) because they're worse than just some poor and/or inconsistent writing or directions i personally don't like. i still really want to work on my projects related to this series but it feels so much stranger and almost uncomfortable now?

this is probably a lot of rambling by now so i'll cut it short, but i'm just not sure what to think anymore. i'll still be a fan and probably make stuff related to SCH even if i shut this blog down or something but half of me wants to continue while the other is telling me to press the brakes.

[confettibitch]

another crit blog? yeeas bc this is clearly the best use of my time and i’m a genius

this is mostly intended to be a sparklecrit / commentary ?? blog though i think some issues the crit community has are pretty trivial but most of my thoughts are not original

not a hateblog & i dont condone harassing anyone etc etc

about me i guess

you can call me boxa or funfi or funfetti :D i like that. i’m a dumb fictionkin so yeah might as well go with that. call me dice if you’re allergic to fun and whimsy

19

mean lesbian + nonbinary + grayace . any pronouns

asks are open w anon on.. do not be evil pls.. say whatever you want whether you agree w me or not & you will get the respect or lack of that you give in return

more down here this is too long

intended to be anon but idrc if you find out who i am outside of this but don’t be a weirdo and try. just a separate space where i can idk just talk and try to be part of the fandom/community lol

if i use an emoji for my own anon asks it’ll be 🍰 ig because im really creative /s

um.what else .. i yap//ramble a lot, i like the preboot, v1 & v3 are my favorites of the reboot, i love pinata a probably unhealthy amount, my favs are funfetti, puppy, pinata, sunny, nya, dolly, & faerie but i like all of the sch characters to some extent, iffy/neutral about most au characters

disclaimers:

i have mental illness and a life, so activity is inconsistent but i will answer all asks eventually unless you’re harassing me or something xd

i’ve never had a tumblr blog that i actually talk on or even use tags so cut me some slack if i embarrass myself not knowing what i’m doing pls thx

+ idk how to socialize or interact w strangers or people properly so im sorry. if i respond with something stupid just kill me idk

DNI:

common sense things. no racists, homophobes, transphobes, pedos, zoos, etc. use your brain??

proship accounts

if you think nonbinary people can’t be lesbian. iiii dooon’t caaaare. (i can explain if you’re confused but don’t attack me idgaf) + queer exclusionists + anti neopronouns

Some tags i don’t fully understand tags tbh but every1 does it so i will try

#sparklecriticism - criticism of the comic wow

#meowing at a brick wall - random ssstuff idk

#pweboot - talking about, mentioning, or referencing the preboot

anddd idkkk, asks, nsfw … idk what all i need i Suck at tagging lolol i dont have any anons w sign offs but i will put them here if i evr do

[lorenzlund]

Sch(w)ul(e) System das heutige für selbst Deutschland, Teile davon stammen aus sogar der Zeit erst nach '45: der Grundschwule. der reale Schwule. real (engl.) : etwas wirklich sein (dt.). Kid(s) Ä(rsche) oder die Kita - anstelle der altgewohnten Kindergärten! das selbst G(ay) im/in Nas(en) wie auch E-i-ern, am (an etwas dran sein, es selber auch wollen, beständig nur). Ward für den Schaft Schule und seinen Ass. Wirtschaft-'S-Schule. Etwas leermachen vorzuhaben: der, die Lehr-(der, ein)-Er. Leer und (R)-unterrichtssystem allgemeines, *sowohl moderne heutige wie frühere auch: etwas ist beständig dabei nach unten oder abwärts auch gerichtet, es tut das so wiederholt. Leer-linge. aus dem Bild nehmen. die Ausbildung. der Bi-trieb (vornehmlich wir als weltweite Männer sollen ihn immer besitzen!). der betriebliche Ausbilder oder Ausbilderin. Triebwagen (Eisenbahnen). das Lo(c)-kmittel (vornehmlich Männern immer geltende!). die Lok. der Reisetourist. Lockmittel, über die selbst Frauen verfügen können, für Männer bestimmte. im Zug mit-fahren. 'Gas ausströmen'. farten. der fart (engl.). the male oder Mann (dt.)

'Deutsche Polizisten als heimliche Schergen Putins und Kim Jungs!!' *das Fahrgastfernsehen der ÜSTRA Hannover erst heute morgen wieder auch. 12.000 seien es bereits schon jetzt, trügen deren Uniformen! Es wären gar nicht länger mehr die auch eigenen so, diente der Tarnung nur geschickten wiederholten, wer man in Wahrheit vielleicht selber schon längst als Polizisten auch sei, so die aufgestellte Behauptung!

So gut, wie vom Fahrgastfernsehen es erstmals sogar behauptet wurde, wäre nicht einmal John Lennon bewacht gewesen damals, von auch der Polizei Londons, so meine Vermutung!

(Es seien gleich 12.000 Beamte! Und alle seien sie zu meinem Schutz abgestellt!

*Ich könnte mir die Namen unmöglich alle gleichzeitig dann merken, meine Vermutung, auch darüber, das gelänge selbst mir so dann nicht länger mehr auch, als sogar Hannoverschem Schriftsteller der Jetztzeit, bezüglich sogar der mir seit Jahren immer wieder einmal erneut auf Reisen auch mitgegebenen oder zugeteilten Bewacher, sogar auch eigenen!!

some dicks at, in front of/vor Türen (anderer). die Diktatur. der dicke Mann oder ungewöhnlich Dicke als erstmaligem militärischen Oberbefehlshaber sogar einer gleich gesamten Nation und Staatschef. 'Dicke'. *'vordere Schwänze', sogenannte. Gehören allein immer nur uns weltweiten Männern. (Fraune besitzen selber keine!!) at (P)o Krat(er) nie!! die sogar De-mo-krat-(-)ie als noch weiterem Staatensystem (vornehmlich des Westens!). The male system. democrats. non-democrats. der V-er-fassungsfeind.

*Po-hälften (linke wie rechte). das sogar 'W' wie das 'M', als weitere nur Einzelbuchstaben auch noch, (griechisches Alphabet), inhaltliche Bedeutungen auch da. die - erwartete - Lüge, oder anderen erzählte Lüge, seitens sogar erneuter dann Po-ticker (unter den weltweiten Männern). die Po-lie-ticker.

'Every whisper Of every wakin′ hour makes us, u choosing the confession. Tryin' to keep some eyes on you lost and blinded fool, ooh, think, I′ve said already too much ...

Thought I c'uld hear you sing. How you tried!!!'

Just a dream, some dream! We sent you a dream!!

So start to cry (,now at least!!!)

(Something U before never did!)

For that is me in the very spotlight!! Me in the corner!!! (This time!!) (How, yes, even I!) am loosing my religion!!!

R.E.M. Ist eine sehr bekannte frühere US-Rock-Band, bestehend von 1983 - 2011 (vor kurzem auf die Bühne und dem Band-Ruhestand ebenfalls erst zurückgekehrte!)

'Geben euch allen 'was auf die Ohren!!'

*Taubheitsgefühl zunehmend starkes, auch bei uns, auf beiden Ohren. Wir hören zunehmend schlechter davon auch. Oft verbunden mit einem beständig auch sehr lautem Pfeifton noch genauso, die Ohren sehr stark jeweils von uns auch mitbehelligenden!!

*der berühmte sogar auch Tinnitus, er sorgt mit dafür, dass beide Ohren zusätzlich sehr stark auch noch erkranken, mit zunehmender Zeit auch bei uns!

'That brought (even) me (or my person!) to my (very) knees, I failed. I said too much!!' (talked!)

R.E.M auf der Gala der Songwriter-Hall-of-Fame in NY.

'Scorpions sollen in diesen Tagen auch die eigene Rückkehr planen für die Bühne - für Hannover!' ("Rock You Like a Hurricane").

Deutsche, heisst es, sollen erstmals beim oder sogar für das Universum dienen, als heutige Mit-offiziere von ihm.

'Erinnere mich, dass wir in den Achtzigern in den US mit Def Leppard unterwegs waren. Das war vor deren Durchbruch, und sie waren unsere Vorband!' (*Klaus Meine als Bandchef)

*Konzert-Haupt-Stadt weltweit nächste oder übernächste wird ohne Frage Hannover bald werden so, muss! 'Take me to the magic of the moment Of a glory night Where the children of tomorrow dream away (dream away!) In the winds of change Mh-mmh!!! (Lecker!!)'

[fandomsareforlife]

@aeroargonic Tagging you because I want to make sure you get this, sorry if it bothered you. Also, sorry if you saw this on discord.

Fair warning, this is going to be very romcom like, because I thought it would be fun to write something like that. This is very dumb and goofy, I understand.

So, basically it is a movieverse fic (for those of you who don't know, that means it takes place in the ninjago movie, which is basically a high school au but I can give them powers). Debating on whether or not it should be post movie or not, but that's mainly for Shade's story. Paleman and Shade are in high school, probably sometime between 16-18.

Now I am going to preface and say I have very little idea how school work outside of the US, and not much idea of how they work in a private setting, so we're going with public school. Also, this was somewhat based off of Drama by Raina Telegmier, specifically the ending.

Also, this is probably going to be written with Paleman's side of the story, but I have a lot of stuff for Shade.

Putting the rest of it under a read more because it is really long. Apologies for typos.

The background is that Paleman is your everyday stereotypical nerd. He's in all advanced/accelerated classes, he has a few nerd friends (who in this case are Tox, Neuro and maybe Karlof), and he likes to play video games.

Unfortunately, he is also very bad at working out a schedule, and has come to the conclusion that he has to take a fine arts class that year due to needing a fine arts credit. The issues is that the only available class is acting one, which is resigns himself to taking.

On the first class of acting, Paleman notices Shade Darkley sitting at a desk, reading a book. Shade and Paleman have been in classes together for years at this point, due to going to the same elementary and middle school togehter, and Paleman knows some things about Shade that are always true.

He gets one of the highest grades in the class on everything

He is never seen without his book, and

Since fourth grade, Shade has essentially become non-verbal, only speaking when absolutely necessary.

So Paleman is very confused why Shade is in an acting class, where one assumes you have to talk a good amount, but he assumes that Shade is in a similar situation as Paleman.

Imagine Paleman's surprise when he sees Shade not only willing engaging in conversations with the other students, but starting a conversation with their teacher (who's name is Chamille Oppenheimer).

Paleman is just very confused, but he can't really dwell on the discoveries that he made because class started. After class ends, he tries to talk to Shade but can't find him. Therefore, Paleman decided to talk to his friends about what he discovered.

It turns out that none of them care about what Shade does, but they tell Paleman that if it really means that much to him they will let him do some investigating, as long as he doesn't do anything like stalking Shade or forcing him to talk to him. Paleman agrees.

This starts Paleman trying to figure out Shade (because he is confused about him, not for any other reason haha). He observes him closer in their shared classes, and he realizes that he for some reason is polite to Lloyd Garmadon. Which is weird, because Shade's parents were killed in a Lord Garmadon's attack but whatever.

Eventually they get to doing partner stuff and scene work in acting class, and Shade is paired up with Paleman for some of it.

And it's weird. Because for some kids and Ms. Oppenheimer, Shade acts more like how he used to as a kid, open and smiling and talkative.

But with Paleman and a few other kids (specifically a guy named Chad), he is even more closed off than he usually is, barely saying his lines. Paleman isn't hurt by that, that would be ridiculous.

***

Eventually, the semester ends, and with it so does acting class. It means the end of Paleman's view into a side of Shade that he may never get to see again. It doesn't help that his previous distractions of scholastic bowl and science Olympiad had just finished their seasons.

Thankfully, Paleman finds a distraction in the school's musical, which is looking for crew members. He decides that if he does it, then he can get his mind of Shade.

Paleman manages to get the role of the head of costumes, probably because he is the oldest person who is willing to do it but he'll take it. His friends are very glad that he isn't obsessing over Shade as much (which he wasn't, no matter what his friends say.)

However, this proves to be a very bad thing. Because guess who the male lead of the musical is, and the first two don't count.

If you guess Shade, congratulations! You will be correct.

Unfortunately, Paleman actually has to deal with Shade a good amount because apparently the guy is so short the rental company they are using for costumes don't have his characters costume in a small enough size. So Paleman has to deal with that.

This means that Shade and Paleman have to be around each other for long periods of time to deal with Shade's costume, with Paleman having to be vey close to him. This is not doing anything for Paleman's crush which he only admitted to himself because he didn't think he would ever have to confront it.

Thankfully, Shade seemed to be determined to be as professional with Paleman. He still joked with the other cast and crew members, but he was as cold with Paleman as he was with anyone else.

Eventually, the time had finally had come. The showings of the musical was to begin.

The first two days went fine. The microphone of one of the characters had went out halfway through the first act one night, and they almost dropped a light on one kid, but overall it went as well as expected.

That was, until the final night. Apparently the main female lead, Shade's love interest, had broken up with her boyfriend in the middle of the show and refused to continue to continue on stage. Her understudy can't be reached, and intermission is over and they only have 10 minutes until she goes on. None of the ensemble can stand in for her, due to her either being too tall, having too high a voice, or them not knowing her lines. Cue the pandemonium.

There is only one person who can be her.

Paleman. Paleman, who had sat through enough rehearsals with her and Shade. Paleman, who is only an inch taller than her. Paleman, who can pass off as a girl well enough for this.

Paleman grabs the backup of her costume (it cost them extra money, but they have heard enough horror stories to understand the necessities of keeping back ups for at least the leads).

When it was time, Paleman steps onto stage and starts singing. He ignores how his heart flutters when Shade sings about his supposed love for him.

Eventually the act ends, and they all bow. Everyone applauds for Paleman, much to his surprised. But he tries to take it in stride. He eventually gets to hide in the backstage area, but then he realizes that he has to go change. In the smae room as Shade.

Paleman grab his clothes and the make up remover and goes to the classroom that was designated as Shade, and now his, dressing room.

Shade is sitting on the desk when Paleman walks in. He wants to him.

Shade asks him why he did it. Why did he have to be the one to do it. Paleman tells him it because he is the only one who can.

Shade is on the verge of tears when he asks if he did it because of his crush on him. Paleman is taken aback, which Shade takes as disgust, and tries to apologize. This is the most emotion Shade has ever shown Paleman.

Shade runs out of the classroom and outside of the school, bag with his stuff slung over his shoulder. Paleman throws his stuff in his bag, and runs outside after him.

It's rainging outside. Neither of them are wearing of jackets, and Paleman's barely wearing sleeves. But neither cares.

They yell at each other more, and without thinking they move closer together, and they are grasping at each other. One of them asks if they can kiss, and suddenly they're kissing each other. It's not like the movies. It's not perfect. But it's with each other.

Shade explained, after they break apart, that he had a crush on Paleman since they were 11, and that's why they avoided him, for he believed that would get rid of his crush. Unofrtantely, it seems to have done the opposite.

Paleman admits to having a crush on Shade for almost a year at this point, and Shade just laughs and it is a beautiful.

Eventually, they have to go inside. Thankfully, the door they excited out of is unlocked and they go back into the classroom and try to not look like they were just in the rain. They are unsuccessful.

They don't know how this will end. But that's okay.

And that's it! That's the basic plot from Paleman's point of view. And if I ever go into Shade's view (which is much more angstier and less romcom) I will explain the deal with Chad is. Also, who is friends are and stuff (including why he is in acting class). Let me know if that is something people want.

Bonus fun facts:

- Tox and Neuro think it is hilarious when they get together. - I based off of Zolita's "Single In September", specifically, "Romcom girl with a bouquet/Its would be just like 90s/Kissing you in the pouring rain" (Note if you look this up it does have swear words in it) - Jay does theatre pre-movie, as well as Cole, both crew (Cole can't dance for the life of him) - This was vaguely by "Forged In Fire" by @/legonerd, specifically Shade's side

Also, I do have a playlist technically, but it's literally 4 songs I listened to while writing this.

Biting screaming crying (made a whole new Paleman/Shade au and I want to talk about it but idk if anyone cares)

[arcadequeerz]

Rotating design Idea for Character in scribbles story sm.