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[jacenotjason]

CLASS OF 31

FULL DOCUMENT!! (woah!?)

I'm so happy I finally finished this!! This has been in the works for a few weeks and I'm so excited to share it :)! Please take time to check out the doc if you can handle the content! I put a lot of time and love into this AU and I hope you guys like it!!

CW FOR: Drugs, mention of ED and suicide

[Handwriting Translation: Kevin 10/31/09

progtag

sociopath

works @ CandyClub

Dad committed suicide

Mom had a heartattack]

[Handwriting Translation: Streber 10/31/09

Kevin's best friend

Works @ the Grocery Store

Takes a break in Oct. to run the haunted house!!

Master of manipulation & gaslighting

using a fake personality to get what i want

Smartest out of the 4 in reality ;P!!]

[Handwriting Translation: Ethan 10/31/99

Works @ the grocery store

takes a break in October to work the haunted house

Sells prescription drugs to others (Radford, Rick, Others :P)

Over medicated (12 currently)

Very different person in highschool

laid back & chill now]

[Handwriting Translation: Radford Oct 31, 2009

works at the movie theater

Xanax Addict -> terrified of my family knowing :(

Bullied into bulimia back in highschool by Kevin]

FAKE SCREENSHOTS!

CW for: blood and drug use, vague depiction of SH

The doc contains more information, more art, endings and so much more!! Here's a sneak peak!

[turtleblogatlast]

Leo learns something about himself 🏳️‍⚧️

Based roughly on this old post.

Bonus:

[Leo is taking the fact that he was born biologically female simultaneously very well and also not so well but overall he’s mostly coping with the fact that it was Draxum that just essentially gave him the turtle equivalent of ‘The Talk’.]

[hinamie]

some quick jjk eye paintings

[rissaito]

“don’t cry, my child”

i was thinking about how venti canonically refers to the people of mondstadt as his “children” and how kaeya is included in that… then the brainrot took over and then i thought, what if when kaeya was a little kid and he felt lonely sometimes, venti would decide to shapeshift back into his little wind sprite form to comfort him…

[moraent-keys]

Yeah so… I’ve officially gone off the deep end

[tearosepedall]

GRAVITY FALLS AU BUT ITS JUST STAN TWINS CENTRIC

(AU names at the bottom)

[kingofthe-egirls]

i was so right for this

TEXT ME: SHOYO x Y/N

series

(cw: reader is kenma’s older sister who does ballet)

(a/n: im so excited to be writing for this fandom. this is the first of a series! also im probably gonna do a timeskip so i can write smut)

words: 428

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Hinata Shoyo’s head turns as a strange girl walks into Nekoma’s gymnasium. The teams are having a sparring match, just playing around as they practice with each other. It’s getting close to six pm: when most extracurriculars would usually be ending.

She has dark hair piled into a bun at the top of her head.

Someone calls Shoyo’s name as he just barely gets to a receive in time. His head is not in the game, as he watches the girl in pink tights and athletic shorts sit on the sidelines and pull out her phone. One strong leg is crossed over the other as she scrolls. Her pink tights end rolled up at her ankles; she has comfy, fur-lined shoes worn over bare feet. She’s wearing a tight black leotard with a bow knotted in the center of her neckline. She has—curves.

Shoyo swallows, and refocuses.

She stays at the sidelines until the match is over. Kenma jogs over to her, as she pulls out a chocolate bar from her bag. She hands it to him wordlessly, still looking at her phone.

Shoyo is walking closer without even realizing it.

“Hey!” He says, all smiles. She looks up at him and smiles back. She has pretty teeth.

“Hi,” she says, standing. She holds out her hand for him to shake. “I’m y/n, Kenma’s older sister.”

She’s shy, he can tell, by her small, gentle bird’s voice and her downturned lashes. But she shakes his hand and smiles at him all the same. When she meets his gaze, her eyes are bright. She’s smart, he thinks.

“Shoyo,” he says, “Did you see my spike?” He says it quickly, earnestly. Does she think he’s cool? “It went pow! And whoosh!! and blam!!” He makes the motion with his hand.

She shakes her head,

but

she’s smiling.

“Next time,” she says, hefting her tote bag over her shoulder. She has a jacket tied around her waist. Kenma has his own belongings now, too.

“Ready?” He asks in his low, softspoken monotone.

“Mhmm,” she hums, still staring at Shoyo. “Text me,” she says suddenly, handing him her phone. It’s open to a new contact page. “If you want.”

“Oh!! Sure!!”

He taps his digits into this pretty girl’s phone, and smiles as she walks away. She and Kenma start a small, gentle conversation as they leave.

Shoyo grabs his stuff, seeing her first text message: “y/n” so he has her in his contacts list. He sends back a volleyball emoji.

She sends a laughing face.

Shoyo smiles.

Cool.

[xinganhao]

⭐ jihoon x co-producer!reader.

⌗ ┆the main post of this is from the svt gets jealous ft. producer!reader series. something special under the cut! <3

⭐ excerpt from cables and crackle .ᐟ

as i'd mentioned in the special jihoon 'chapter', i've had a brewing story with a similar plot to the req that an anon sent me. and so (surprise, surprise!), you can find the full one-shot over at my main. here's an excerpt + feel free to assume that these texts happened in the same verse. <3 (probably a little prelude, tbh.)

The drive home is the most boring and uneventful thing ever— except when Jihoon looks in his rearview mirror. The sight of you disappearing into the distance makes him feel strangely hollow and a bit wistful.

His stomach gives a weird, twisting lurch, and he's tempted to make a U turn right there and then and find a reason to be back in his company.

Maybe he'll tell you just how alone he can sometimes feel after an album is completed. How there's always this sort of lull in the days, hours after his work; how he fights it off by doing more work, even if it's not all that necessary.

He wants to ask if you ever feel the same way, too.

But you had never really been a part of that loneliness, and now you were leaving. And— just for the night— Jihoon can't help but feel more lonely than ever.

He doesn't want to be lonely.

He wants to be left alone, in a company of his own thoughts, with nothing and no one to distract him. But, for some odd reason, he wants you around.

It's almost too much to bear, so Jihoon turns the radio on louder and lets the sounds of music drown out the patter of his ragged heartbeat.

FULL FIC:

bonus pt. 2: more facetime calls with jihoon + the one time jeonghan got a hold of jihoon's phone (... and a reveal of jihoon's contact name for you 🤭)

[fuckwallpapers]

[oobbbear]

Dialogue assignment, audio from help wanted 2

[jack-o-phantom]

Stone guardians! (Gargoyle idea?) of the DCA's

Just a pair of living status meet a strange intruder, for once in a long long time

The scruffiest creature

[hinamie]

so just know, I'm healing / even though it don't feel like it

insp

[haventseensun]

finally.........all of them....and they get much better as they go on

[kcokaine]

Favorite oc you’ve created? :3 Btw ur art is veeeery yummy i like checking if you’ve drawn anything new every day! :)

Vermin :)

[ajearthlinggg]

everybody stop what you’re doing, put on both headphones, and LISTEN TO WHITE KNUCKLE JERK AT FULL VOLUME. THE FLUTE. THE XYLOPHONE. THE LOWER OCTAVES IN THE CHORUS. THE BASS IN THE PIANO SOLO. DEAR GOD THIS SONG HAS SO MUCH DETAIL IT TOOK ME ALMOST A YEAR TO REALLY APPRECIATE IT OMGGGGG

[0yorixu]

what I hope happens in ruis bloomfes