#sketcher's something else

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

Sketcher's Something Else Clear Plastic Rhinestone Platform Heels

late 1990s-early 2000s

Found on Poshmark, user lollipalooza63

[mayearies]

☆.

QUEENS TREAT

𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒

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genre: fluff (angst if you really squint) | warnings: spanish request: “a miles morales x reader, with the reader spoiling miles because a bunch of fanfics have him spoiling us, like reader has a job, and when she gets her paycheck; she decides to spend it on her man, because he’s always spending whatever he can on her; so to make up for it she brings him to one of his favorite stores and is like ‘get what you want’.” requester tag: @gw3ndyswonderland a/n: I POSTED THE DRAFT ON ACCIDENT AND LOST THE REQUEST IM SO SORRY but here you go hope i did it justice 😞

summary: miles’ girlfriend spoils her man after her shift translations: mi corazón / my heart . no te preocupes / don’t worry . amor / love . déjalo, por favor / drop it, please . no tenías que / you didn’t have to . gracias / thank you . mi teroso / my treasure

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e42 miles and you were laying on his bed, you watching tv while he was scrolling through his phone laying on your lap. you would peek at it from the corner of your eye once in a while to see what he was looking at but it didn’t peak your interest that much. that is, until he came across an ad on his homepage.

“mi corazón, you like those?”

miles turned his head to you and flipped his phone upside down on your lap, “yeah, but i can buy them myself. no te preocupes.”

you felt a little guilty with the same answer you would get every time. yoou offered to buy something for him. after overhearing a conversation about his mom struggling, you wanted to start making it up to him—buying him the things he would buy you.

“that’s not what i asked.” “c’mon amor, i can’t have you spending money on me.” “nuh uh. do you want the shoes or no?” “… no.”

and that happened every time too. he would switch his answer last minute. but you could tell he didn’t mean it and he did want those shoes. but also knowing him, he wouldn’t let you buy them for him.

thats when you had the idea. “wait, sit up for a second.” you grabbed two jackets of his—one for you and one for him. he was skeptical until he heard your keys jingling and some rustling.

“are you leavin’, ma?” “no, but we are.”

☆ you took him to an outlet down a couple of exits, encouraging him to pick whatever he wanted and you would pay for. you didn’t want anything, and you didn’t want your paycheck to just be lying around or else you might get the temptation to buy something you don’t need.

☆ after some back and forth, he loosened up and confied to your offer. he didn’t want to be too greedy with his choices , so he intentionally stayed where the cheaper shoes were (even if they were ugly as fuck) until you caught on and had to push him further out of his comort zone when shopping with his lady.

“mami, i mean-” “you don’t want sketchers, miles. they aren’t even in your size. déjalo, por favor.”

☆ he left with two pairs of new jordans that night, and in return he gave you a bunch of kisses all round your face.

“gracias, mami. no tenías que.” “it’s no big deal, only the best for mi teroso.”

after he kissed you delicately on the lips, you saw a crocs store only a few stores down and your face lit up. he smiled when he saw it. “you want matchin’ crocs?”

“do i??” “haha, only on one condition—i pay for ‘em.”

©hiimayee

[poughkeepsies]

not to brag but I kinda killed that

I have a soccer game in an hour and half someone please tell me why i signed myself up for this public humiliation

[sgt-tombstone]

Old Guard/Immortal AU

I found this in my notes and I can’t remember if I ever posted it here

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Whenever Johnny had spared a thought towards his own death, he always imagined a dusty desert somewhere in the Middle East, a knife to the throat by insurgents or a stray bullet to the chest in the dead of night.

He never imagined the Channel Tunnel, halfway between England and France, a bullet turning his brain to bloody mush 115 metres below sea level.

He also never imagined waking up again.

———

Simon, Price, Gaz, and Roach all woke up at exactly the same time. It was a rarity, all of them being in the same place at the same time, but Laswell had requested their help, something to do with a human trafficking ring, and Price had never been able to turn his oldest friend down. But human trafficking was the last thing on Simon’s mind as he shot up, the dredges of his nightmare still clinging like thick ink to his mind and skin. As soon as he caught sight of Roach’s eyes across the room, he knew.

Another one. A new one.

“His name is Johnny,” he gasped out, his voice on the edge of rasping panic. Something in his chest flipped at the name; he hadn’t known it until it had slipped out of his mouth, but it felt right on his tongue, even when everything else about the vision felt achingly, viscerally wrong. “Price,” he said, equally breathless, almost a plea. “His name is Johnny.”

“He was shot in the head,” Gaz said, rubbing both temples where the bullet had entered and exited. “Pistol, small gauge. I heard a Slavic accent. Russian, maybe?”

“Underground,” Price supplied. “A tunnel. I saw train tracks.”

“That could be anywhere,” Simon said, shaking his head, attempting to dislodge the inexplicable sense of wrongness. He had born witness to others in the group die their first deaths before. He had seen Roach’s sandy-blond hair catch fire like summer-dried grass, had seen Gaz’s hand slip from a rope as he plummeted from a helicopter to the busy highway below. Neither of them had affected him like this.

Slowly, Roach turned his sketchbook to the group. After his own death, he had become the group’s designated sketcher. He wasn’t the best, but he was leaps and bounds better than anyone else, whose hands were far more used to the heft of weaponry rather than the finesse of artistry. His knack for visualization helped, too. As usual, his sketch of the details he had caught from the nightmare revealed far more than Simon’s spotty detailing or Gaz’s audio clues.

Simon dragged himself from bed and scrambled to snatch the sketchbook from Roach’s hands. His friend didn’t seem to mind; it left his hands empty enough to sign, finally joining the conversation properly. But Simon wasn’t paying attention. He was drinking in the details.

A mohawk. Wide, bright eyes that he instinctively knew were light; green, maybe, or grey. No, blue; he knew they were blue. A strong, stubbled jawline below slightly pouty lips. A headset and tactical vest: military. A Union Jack patch: British, or British-adjacent. A blood type patch: O positive.

A gaping gunshot wound to the head, leaking colorless blood and viscera onto cold concrete.

He didn’t realize he was keening until Price’s hand landed on his shoulder, and he didn’t realize he had clutched the sketchbook to his chest until Roach gently pried it from his grip.

“We’ll find him, son,” Price said, and a glance up into his stubborn, flinty eyes settled something in Simon’s chest. Whoever Johnny was, he was going to be okay. They just had to get to him first.

[starrclownshazbinblog]

1. is husk openly trans or is it a secret? does anyone know?

2. is valerie physically unable to speak or does she have mutism?

3. why did nifty kill her husband? (this feels spoilery so no worries if you want to save this for later)

4. did angel's eye injury happen in life or in hell?

5. what are vox's and velvette's relationship like?

6. are vox and valentino dating in your rewrite? (in original hazbin, they date on and off)

7. does valentino die.

i'd also suggest reblogging information from your main blog onto here, like that big list of facts :]

(off topic but when you said angel and nifty were married i thought you meant to each other and i got so confused.)

Thank you for the questions! I like the variety you showed. (Some of these I can't show a doodle for because I don't have a concept design for. So sorry.)

(The idea of Nifty and Angel is a cursed ship I never wanna come across.)

Question 1:

In his human life he kept the fact he was transgender a secret considering how transphobic his time period was. In his demon life he doesn't give a shit anymore. He doesn't talk about that he's Trans but if you find out he doesn't panic anymore. If you say anything Transphobic he'll just beat you up.

The main cast knows but that's about it considering he doesn't talk to other people. (Angel was the last to know considering he's a romantic partner and Husk has some trauma with that. Angel could care less.)

(Fun fact: Alastor is the most supportive and least supportive. He'll accidently dead name Husk and call him a lady but if someone else does it he gets upset.)

Question 2:

She can't speak anymore. At all. If it's because of mutism or because she doesn't want to is something no one at the Hotel knows. (Exept Charlie.)

Question 3:

(I didn't know what to put as a visual for this.) I don't know if this is necessarily a spoiler but he did a bad thing. A bad bad thing.

Question 4:

(I don't have a human design for Angel so I didn't put anything here. Sorry.)

It happened in his human life. Somewhere after his daughter was born.

Question 5:

They have a great relationship. If they were strong enough they would push Valentino out of the Vees. They have a brother-sister type relationship. Vox is someone who wants to know more about modern technology while still sticking to a TV type format. Velvette, (dying sometime around when social media began to get popular), teaches him about modern technology. Those two genuinely like each other and would do anything for each other. (I want a healthy dynamic in Hazbin so bad y'all-)

Question 6:

It's... complicated. Vox doesn't like Valentino. Vox is someone who's done bad things but he has a moral code. He doesn't like how Valentino treats his workers and will do what he can to help them. (One of the reasons Angel likes him so much.) But Vox is a push over. He'll stand his ground when he has too but he just kinda bad at it. Valentino knows this very well. Valentino is very touchy with Vox. He doesn't take no for a answer and usually doesn't stop till Vox is upset. Thing about Valentino is that he's very good at his words. He can usually get to Vox after a little bit of prying.

It's a abusive situation all around.

Question 7:

No idea honestly. Valentino in my rewrite isn't a villain to all of the main cast, he's a villain to Angel, Vox, and Velvette. I genuinely don't know if he dies in my rewrite but if he were to die one of those three would kill him. (Most like Angel or Velvette.)

(This was fun!! :D)

(I need to start simplifying these sketches- like I need to stop fully coloring them. Or be sketcher. One of the two.)

- ⭐️StarClown⭐️

[rose-sophia-isabella-rogers]

Worth the Risk: Chapter I - Before

Chapter Summary: You've known Anakin ever since you were a youngling. It was hard to see one of you without the other. It's different when the Clone Wars start. But then, you're finally paired together for a mission and you're almost always together again. However, an argument after you almost die, may ruin your relationship. Or maybe it will do something completely else?

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker/Reader

Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Reader, Shaak Ti (only mentioned), Obi-Wan Kenobi, Yoda, Mace Windu, Ahsoka Tano, Rex, Jesse, Sketcher, Bunker, R2-D2

Word Count: 4338

A/N: This was supposed to be a one-shot. Once again, I'm proving myself I can't write those. Oh well. Anyway, I've got into "Star Wars" a few months ago and this is the result. I haven't watched everything yet, but I couldn't stop myself. I hope you will enjoy this. Happy reading! P.S.: The gif is not mine! Same as the Star Wars franchise. Nor you, for that matter. Oh, and I didn't know if the people on the tag list wanted to be only in my fanfictions about Aleksander Kirigan or in all my works. So, I address you guys now: if you're not into the Star Wars or this pairing, let me know in the comments and I will remove you from the tag list and won't tag you in the next chapter.

Tag list (let me know if you want to be added or removed):

@intothesoul

@mizelophsun11

@pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy

@zeeader

@marrymonrich

@wonderland2425

@chelseyyouraverageluigi

@thehufflepuffavenger1

@drinix

@astro-kitty-launch

Anakin Skywalker has been your best friend since you were little. When he arrived to the Jedi Temple, the rumors about him being the Chosen One quickly spread. Other younglings were a bit afraid of him or treated him as someone amazing already. You were having none of that. During your first training together, you beat him up. He may be the one to save you all, but you were here longer. He was not going to get any special treatment from you.

However, after the training was finished, you hurried to him and took him on a tour of the Jedi Temple. You didn't want to treat him like he was better than you, but you didn't want him to be your enemy either. He was a kid, like you. And you could tell he appreciated that.

Ever since that, you spent every free moment together. Everyone knew that wherever you two showed up, chaos followed. He was advancing quicker in the Order, but you were an apt student and were close behind. After the Initiate Trails you were honored to be chosen by Master Shaak Ti. She's a good mentor and you really valued everything she had to teach you.

Then, the Clone Wars started. Your Master was asked to oversee the Clone production and training. You accompanied her and also took part in some battles, sent as a Commander. Soon after, you took your Jedi Trials and the Council granted you the title of the Jedi Knight. It was time to leave your Master and become a General of the Grand Army of the Republic. Of course, Anakin has been one already for some time, having passed his trials before you.

Because of the war, you and Skywalker have been spending less time together. But wherever you two manage to meet, you always try to take the most of it. But for some reason, the Council have never asked you to go to the battle together. Until now.

*

Anakin is walking through the Jedi Temple with Obi-Wan Kenobi and Master Yoda. They're discussing the new mission Skywalker has been given. He needs to free another planet from the Separatists.

'Don't worry, Master Yoda,' he says, as they exit the Temple. 'Obi-Wan and I will not fail you.'

'Go with you, Obi Wan cannot,' Yoda says, surprising them both. 'A different task, he has. Send someone else with you, we will.'

'Who?' Anakin asks, frowning. At the same moment they notice Master Mace Windu approaching with you. He's saying something to you and you nod, absolutely concentrated. Until your eyes fall on your best friend. Then, you grin. He does the same. But Obi-Wan's face falls.

'Master Yoda, are you sure about this?' he asks. 'The two of them together…'

'What is needed to save this planet, exactly is,' Yoda finishes.

'We'll be fine, Obi-Wan,' Anakin says, already heading your way. Kenobi sighs.

'This is gonna end badly,' he murmurs. 'Or at least in an explosion.'

You and Anakin meet halfway. At once you start talking strategy amatively. Windu passes you and joins other Masters, eyeing you skeptically.

'Are we sure about this?' he asks. 'There is a reason why we haven't paired them up together for a mission. They tend to be… destructive together.'

'To put it lightly,' Obi-Wan adds. But Yoda smiles.

'Trust them, we must,' he says. 'Powerful together, they are. Win the battle, they will.'

And so, an hour later you're at the docks, getting ready to board the Resolute, Anakin's Venator-class Star Destroyer. Anakin's Clone Legion, 501st, is to join you, same as yours, 98th. They greet each other and chat, waiting for you and Anakin to declare you're ready to fly. Ahsoka Tano, Skywalker's padawan, stands a bit to the side, talking with Captain Rex, one of the clones.

'Ahsoka, do me a favor and keep an eye on these two,' Obi-Wan says, glancing at you and Anakin.

'Why?' Tano asks, puzzled.

'Wherever they go together, chaos follows,' Kenobi explains and pats Rex on the shoulder. 'Good luck to you all.'

'Thank you, sir,' the Clone says, already fearing his future.

'All set?' Anakin asks, joining the group.

'We were waiting just for you,' Ahsoka answers and smiles at you, as you approach them. 'And [Y/N]. Hi!'

'Hey,' you say, grinning at the young padawan. 'Shall we?'

'Let's destroy some droids,' Skywalker says, smirking at you. You smirk back and board the ship with him.

'May the force be with you,' Obi-Wan calls after you. You and Anakin turn and salute him.

'And with you!' you say at the same time and head inside. Kenobi sighs.

'Please, be careful,' he asks.

'I'll keep an eye on them, sir,' Rex promises.

'Thank you,' Obi-Wan says. Ahsoka smiles at him and boards the ship with others. She can't wait to see you and Anakin in action together.

*

When Obi-Wan returns from his mission, you and Anakin are still away. The task is going well, but he hears there are some complications. Still, you return not long after him. The Clones from your legions are the first to get out of the Resolute. They all look weary.

'How did it go?' Kenobi, who is there to greet you, asks. The Clones look at him. Rex walks forward and brings his hands together.

'Please, sir, please, never put the two of them on a mission together again,' he begs. Obi-Wan raises his eyebrows.

'That bad?' he asks.

'They were crazy,' Jesse, a Clone from 501 says with wide eyes.

'That bad?' Obi-Wan sighs.

'It was quite fun, actually,' Ahsoka says, joining them with a small smile, also looking tired. 'But… they are something else together.'

'They're chaos, that's what they are,' Jesse mumbles. Just then you and Anakin show up. You're having a bacta patch on your forehead.

'And what happened to you?' Kenobi asks.

'Skywalker,' you answer, but don't sound angry.

'Yeah, well, it worked, so I'm not sorry,' Anakin says. You roll your eyes.

'But we're not doing it again,' you say.

'How about next time you can throw me into a swarm of droids?' Skywalker suggests. Your eyes light up. Obi-Wan's go wide.

'You did what?!' he demands from his former padawan.

'She had two lightsabers!' Anakin defends himself. You grin and decide to quickly evacuate yourself, not wanting to be berated by Kenobi as well. Ahsoka and Clones take that as their cue as well.

While you retreat, Skywalker glares at you, feeling betrayed. You wink at him and walk away gracefully. Until you hit a droid and trip over him. You can hear Anakin's laughter very clearly.

'Damn you, Skywalker,' you murmur and stand up. You stick out your tongue to Anakin and walk away.

'How can one change their personality so quickly?' Jesse asks Rex. 'On the battlefield they both have been professional, focused and very scary. And now they are…'

'Young people having fun,' Rex finishes with a small, sad smile. They observe you walking away in silence, pondering about the cruelty of the war.

A few days later the Clones from 501st and 98th legions get bad news. The Senate and Jedi Council were so impressed and satisfied with how the mission went, they want to pair you, Anakin and your legions for more missions. All Clones groan in unison at the news. Some actually cry.

However, with time it changes. Yes, you and Anakin can still be crazy, not only on the battlefield. But 501st notices that you tend to have a calming influence on Skywalker. And 98th notice that you seem to thaw around Anakin. They're used to see you calm, collected and serious. Sometimes even a bit too much.

501st Legion takes a quick liking to you, not only because you calm down their general's temper. You are fun, compassionate, kind and you are a very warm person. Sometimes, Anakin even thinks they like you more than him. He is probably very right.

98th Legion is fast to warm up to Skywalker, too. They admire his skills, intelligence and strategies. They also love his fun side and to joke around with him. And annoy you with it.

Both Legions have a chance to see more than anyone, maybe with an exception of Ahsoka, the chemistry between you and Anakin. While others see it as some sort of connection, good sync in the Force, they see it's something… more. And they're determined to see what exactly it is. The opportunity for that comes with one of the missions.

*

The Clones stand awkwardly outside the medic bay. They look at each other. No one dares to speak. They wince, hearing something clattering inside.

'So… they expect a report,' Sketcher, one of the Clones from 98th, says.

'Do you want to go in and tell them that?' Bunker, his companion, asks. Sketcher gives him a horrified look.

'None of us does,' Jesse murmurs. Just then Ahsoka, who had to take a shower because she was completely covered in slime, shows up. Everyone looks at her with hope.

'Commander, the Jedi Council expects a report,' Rex quickly says. Tano raises her eyebrows.

'Shouldn't Master Skywalker and Master [L/N] do it?' she asks. All Clones look at the door to the med bay. As on cue, Anakin's and then your voices can be heard:

You could have died!

But I didn't!

'I see your point,' Ahsoka sighs. 'I'll get right to it.'

She turns to go and contact the Council. The Clones hurry after her, no longer feeling guilty for not stepping in. Only Rex and Sketcher stay behind, ready to assist you and help if necessary.

Inside the med bay, you and Anakin are glaring at each other. You're covered in bacta patches. But you don't see why your friend is making such a fuss. You're fine. Nothing serious has happened to you.

'But you could have,' Skywalker says. You roll your eyes.

'What's your deal?' you ask, putting a hand on your hip. 'Usually, you don't hesitate to do things like that. You do even more dangerous stunts.'

'You're supposed to be more responsible one,' Anakin argues. 'Besides�� you're not me.'

'I know, but what's that supposed to mean?' you ask, narrowing your eyes. Skywalker clenches and unclenches his fist.

'It's less risky when I don things like that,' he says after a tense moment. 'Dangerous things.'

'And why is that?' you ask, crossing your arms over your chest.

'Because I'm a better Jedi,' he blurts out. 'I've always progressed faster than you.'

He regrets his words the moment they leave his mouth. You look as if he's slapped you. For a long moment you stare at each other. Finally, you huff.

'You can be a really unsensitive jerk, Skywalker,' you snap and march out of the med bay.

'[Y/N], wait, I didn't-!' Anakin starts, panicked. But you push past Rex and Sketcher, and hurry away. The Clones stare after you, then look at Skywalker judgingly.

'What?' he asks. Rex sighs and Sketcher shakes his head.

'What?' Skywalker repeats, annoyed, crossing his arms. 'Come on, spit it out.'

The Clones exchange a look. Sketcher waves his hand and walks away. Anakin and Rex stare at each other. Skywalker raises his eyebrow, waiting. The Clone sighs again.

'You should have just told her you were worried, sir,' he says and the Jedi quickly opens his mouth to protest. 'You and me know she's just as good as you. You're angry with her, because you were scared. You know that, I know that, but she doesn't. So, give her time to cool down and talk about it. But calmly now. And explain your reasoning. And apologize.'

'Are you giving me orders, Rex?' Anakin asks, a bit amused.

'Just a suggestion, sir,' the Clone answers, salutes and walks away. Skywalker sighs and runs a hand through his face. He knows Rex is right. But how to talk to you?

Nevertheless, he gathers his courage, and once you're getting close to Coruscant, he searches for you. He finds you in one of the storages, checking for supplies. The furrow of your eyebrows tells him you're still angry. But he has to clear the air now, before it's too late.

'[Y/N],' he says, walking inside. 'Can we talk?'

'Talk or yell at each other?' you ask after a beat.

'Talk,' Anakin answers, walking slowly to you, and scratches the back of his neck. 'I… I owe you an apology.'

You finally look at him, raising your eyebrows at him. You clearly haven't expected that.

'I am not a better Jedi than you,' he says. 'And I have no right to tell you what you should or shouldn't do. I'm… I'm sorry.'

'I'm sorry, too,' you say after a pause, looking at him with sorrow. 'I… I shouldn't have stormed off like that. You… I… Truth is, I've always been a bit jealous of you being promoted quicker than me. Because I was in the Temple longer than you. Ever since I was a baby. I've tried to get over it, but I guess a part of me is still angry about it. But the truth is, the time spend on the training doesn't matter, but talent does. And you're a natural, Anakin. I just… I just wish you'd trust my skills as well. I may be not as good as you are, but I'm capable of doing risky things, as well.'

'I do trust your skills!' he hastily says, taking a step toward you. 'And you are as talented as I am. I just… I… You…'

'Yes?' you ask when he trails off. He gulps and looks into your eyes. His pulse speeds up. He can do it. He can.

'I was worried about you,' he confesses softly, surprising you. 'When I saw you jumping into that fire… for a moment my heart stopped. I thought… that you're not gonna come out of it. I feared I had lost you. When you emerged, I… I was so relieved. But then I became angry. For you to putting yourself in such risk and for making me so scared. I… lashed out at you and I'm sorry for it. But the thought of losing you is…'

You eye him warily, your heart beating fast. He looks at you like a kicked puppy. There's deep sadness in his eyes and… and something else you don't dare to name. Probably, if you reached out, you could read him. But you don't. And you beg him in your mind not to speak.

'It was unbearable,' he finishes softly anyway. You gulp. His eyes are begging you to say something. Your heart screams at you to answer him. But you can't.

'Well… I'm still here,' you say and smile nervously. 'Still in one piece. But I promise to be more careful. And as responsible as usual at least.'

You stare at him, expecting him to smile back. To finally get rid of this tension between you two. So everything could be back to normal. But he doesn't. He stares back at you, his eyes serious and… Oh, no. Determined.

'What if I do lose you one day?' he asks. You quickly put your guard up.

'You'll move on,' you answer, softly but sternly. He scoffs and looks at you with disbelief.

'Do you really think I can do that?' he asks. 'Could you move on if something happened to me?'

'Yes,' you answer with difficulty, forcing the tears back from your eyes.

'Seriously?' Anakin huffs, narrowing his eyes at you. You gulp, feeling a burning sensation in your throat.

'I'm not saying it would be easy,' you say. 'But I'd have to. That is the Jedi way. No attachments. Letting go of those we lost. Moving on.'

You give him a pointed look and walk past him. You press the button to open the door, but suddenly Skywalker grabs your wrist and presses the button again, closing the door. You stare at it, stunned. Your breath hitches when you feel his chest pressing into your back.

'What if we weren't Jedi?' he asks quietly, straight into your ear, causing you to shiver.

'Then… I'd mourn you,' you answer, also quietly. 'Openly. Letting everyone know how… hurt I am.'

'No, that's not the word you wanted to use,' he says, gently squeezing your wrist.

'Heartbroken,' you whisper. 'I'd be heartbroken.'

Anakin lets go of your wrist. But his hand moves to your waist, his other landing on its other side. He starts to turn you around. You panic and press the button to open the door. But it doesn't budge. You frown, confused. You can't wonder about it, however, because your eyes meet Skywalker's.

'Let me go,' you plead, for both your sakes. But he leans toward you, allowing his eyelids to drop a bit. You want to give in. Oh, you want it so much. But…

'What about Padmé?' you ask. He freezes. He looks at you with a frown.

'You've been going on about her ever since I met you,' you huff. 'And then you were reunited and… you always wanted to be on the missions that were connected to her and I always felt… how much she means to you.'

'She's just a friend,' he says, but you give him a skeptical look. 'Truly. Yes, I thought Padmé is… someone more for me. But then I met you and I realized… She was the first beautiful and kind girl I've ever met. What I felt for her was a childhood crush. Nothing more. I'm certain of it. Because what I feel for you is stronger than what I've felt for her.'

'Don't,' you say harshly, attempting to move away. 'Stop it here, Anakin.'

'No,' Skywalker says sternly, looking at you with passion. 'I've been hiding my feelings for too long. I almost lost you today and I can't… I can't continue without you knowing about them. Without knowing about yours…'

He reaches out and cups your cheek. He wipes out a stray tear you weren't even aware of. You open your mouth to protest more, but he quickly leans to you and your lips touch… and it's everything you've ever dreamt of and so much more.

You've been in love with your best friend for years. You've tried to deny and hide it. Because you are both Jedi and you also believed he has some feelings for Senator Padmé Amidala. But now he's kissing you. He's almost devouring your mouth and you just want more. You don't even realize when you put your hand behind his neck and pull him closer to you.

'[Y/N]…' he groans, deepening the kiss.

'Anakin…' you whisper and finally get enough clarity to push him away. 'We… we can't. The Jedi code…'

'Is wrong,' Skywalker says strongly and cups your face, looking at you pleadingly. 'It must be. Because how can this be wrong? Kissing you is the rightest thing I've ever done. I was made to love you, I'm sure of it. How can this be wrong?'

'Attachments lead to fear,' you say, forcing yourself to ignore what he said. 'Fear leads to hatred. Hatred leads to the Dark Side.'

'I'm certain that if I ever was tempted by the Dark Side, you'd beat that idea out of me.'

'Ha. Maybe. What if I turned to the Dark Side with you?'

'You couldn't. You're too strong for it. Too good.'

'I don't know. I've already broken so many rules for you.'

You look at him softly. His breath hitches. For the first time he can see past your walls. He can see the depth of your feelings for him. He opens his mouth to say something, but then voices destroy the moment:

What are you all doing here?

Uh… nothing! Everything is fine!

Yes, perfectly fine, General! No need to worry!

Alright… Where are Anakin and [Y/N]?

Uh…

Um…

… They're in there, aren't they?

No, General, don't!

They need to clear some things out!

The door start opening and Anakin quickly lets you go, stepping away from you. Once it's open, you're met with Obi-Wan, arms crossed and eyebrows raised. Next to him is Ahsoka, looking at you with curiosity. Behind him are the Clones, looking at you sheepishly. You huff.

'Seriously, guys?' you ask, putting hands on your hips.

'We were just trying to make you up,' Sketcher says, grinning. You roll your eyes.

'Did we at least manage that?' Jesse asks hopefully.

'We're good,' you answer and look at Anakin. 'Right?'

Skywalker nods without a word, staring you in the eyes. You turn your gaze to Obi-Wan.

'You didn't have to come and get us,' you say.

'You've been docked here for minutes and no one was getting out,' he explains. 'I was beginning to get worried.'

'Seriously?' you ask, annoyed, glaring at the Clones. They grin at you. You huff and head toward your room. Kenobi shakes his head and follows you. Ahsoka looks at her master. He snaps out of his reverie and walks away, his padawan close behind him.

Not much later he's getting his things, when Rex shows up in his room. He closes the door behind himself. Anakin raises his eyebrows at him.

'What is it?' he asks. Captain straightens up.

'I just wanted you to know, sir, that none of us is going to tell anything about it to anyone,' he says seriously. Skywalker looks at him, confused.

'About what?' he asks.

'Exactly, sir,' Rex says and gives his supervisor a pointed look. 'We also erased all the recordings from the camera in the storage room.'

Anakin's eyes go white and his face goes pale. He opens his mouth to say something, but the Clone interrupts him by saluting.

'Sir,' he says and turns to leave.

'Uh, thank you, Rex,' Skywalker quickly says. Captain turns his head and smiles.

'To be honest, sir, we all have been waiting for that for a long time,' he says and has an audacity to wink, then chuckle at the dumbfounded look on Anakin's face, and walks out.

'Those Clones,' Skywalker huffs after a moment, running a hand through his hair. He quickly gathers his things and leaves.

He finds you in the docks, talking to R2-D2. He hurries to you. You frown at his flushed cheeks.

'What's wrong?' you ask and look at him alarmed. 'Does Obi-Wan know about…?'

'No, and unless one of us says something, he won't,' Anakin denies. 'Rex and others deleted the recordings from the camera in the storage room.'

'The… camera, oh sweet Maker,' you groan, hiding your red face in your hands.

'And they won't tell anyone either,' Skywalker adds and huffs. 'Apparently they ship us.'

You let out a nervous laugh. But you uncover your face. Anakin looks at you softly.

'I meant what I said,' he says. 'I-'

'Don't,' you interrupt him, looking around. 'Not here. Besides, I got the message.'

'What about your feelings?' Skywalker says and grabs your wrist. 'I won't let you go until I hear about them. Please. I need to know.'

You could tell him you don't feel the same. You'd break his heart but maybe it would allow you two to move on. But you know he'd recognize you're lying. Especially since you kissed him back…

'It has always been you, Anakin,' you decide to say softly and look him in the eyes. 'My heart has always belonged to you.'

'Can we… give us a chance, then?' he asks hopefully, moving his hand so he could hold yours.

'I'd like nothing more,' you admit, your heart literally hurting. 'But you know we can't.'

'If I ever try to turn to the Dark Side, you have my permission to beat me out of it,' he quickly says. You snort.

'What if you already turn to it?' you question.

'I know you'll never let that happen,' he answers, grinning. You scoff and roll your eyes. Anakin takes your other hand in his and looks at you pleadingly. In the corner of your eye, you see your Legions discreetly observing you with bated breaths.

'If the Council finds out, I'm the one taking the blame,' you say after a long moment. 'You're already a controversial figure in their eyes. While I am their favorite.'

'Works for me,' Skywalker says, starting to smile.

'And you also have to let me take risks sometimes,' you insist. 'Trust in my abilities.'

'I will,' Anakin promises hastily nodding. You sigh.

'I can't believe I'm agreeing to this,' you murmur. Skywalker smirks and squeezes your hands.

'I'm that good of a kisser, huh?' he teases.

'Oh, you are,' you confirm, loosing yourself in the memory of his lips on yours… You quickly shake yourself out of it and pull your hands away.

'We will have to be careful,' you say. 'I'd like to remain a Jedi at least until the war is over. And you're needed, oh the Chosen One.'

'We will,' Anakin assures you softly, leaning toward you. 'But can I kiss you again?'

'Someone can see,' you protest.

'There are only Clones and R2, they're not going to tell,' Skywalker says. 'I saw Ahsoka walking away somewhere with Obi-Wan. Please. So I would know you're serious and this is not a dream.'

'Fine, but only one,' you give in after a moment. Anakin quickly cups your face, before you change your mind, and joins your lips for a short, but passionate kiss. He leaves you breathless when he pulls away.

'Damn you, Skywalker, you'll be the death of me,' you say weakly. Anakin chuckles and lets you go.

'I'll come to your room later and take you out on a date,' he says, winks and walks away. You blink and turn after him.

'You'll what?!' you call, but he doesn't stop. 'What have I done?'

You sigh, troubled. You know this is wrong. You should resist the temptation. But you can no longer deny yourself what you've wanted for years. Anakin Skywalker.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Let me know your thoughts! Reblog, like and comment if you could. Every comment makes my day!

This can also be found on Archive of Our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53898226/chapters/136425739

[mausguild]

Chaotic Mornings in the Class of '09 (Mega post)

Warning! This game features a lot of dark topics that is used as shock humor. I weeded out some of the less extreme statements for a sentence meme.

This is as tame as it gets.

Contains a mix of the OG '09 & Re-UP

👾 ; "WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO HIM!?" 👾 ; "I'm traumatized right now, but that was actually pretty good." 👾 ; "He literally just invited me over to fuck." 👾 ; "Uh-- Well I didn't use the F- word!" 👾 ; "Do something, bitch!" 👾 ; "....I said 'the tuna's good today' and you just replied with that." 👾 ; "You're on your fourth wife right now cause you couldn't make it as a photographer." 👾 ; "What's up you whores?" 👾 ; "...Okay, huffing at least one of these should get me fucked up, right?" 👾 ; "Whatever, just a little fun on the side while picking up bitches." 👾 ; "...What the fuck are you talking about?" 👾 ; "Bro, I have done literally nothing to give you this impression of me." 👾 ; "You really think I'm a quirky art girl?" 👾 ; "I wouldn't be surprised if he burned down a convenience store but yeah, he's nice." 👾 ; "I'm not having sex with you." 👾 ; "Fucking you was like, the last thing on my mind... unless you'd want to?" 👾 ; "Okay, we need to get the fuck outta here." 👾 ; "You brought me here to cook crack??" 👾 ; "Yeah, what else is baking soda for?" 👾 ; "Y'know you remind me of my wife a bit. I wanna fucking kill my wife!!" 👾 ; "Shut your mouth before I blow your fucking brains out on the tiled floor!!" 👾 ; "It's a doctor seuss book you fucking dipshit!" 👾 ; "I will not hesitate to fucking murder you." 👾 ; "Why don't you fuck off and finish last, virgin?" 👾 ; "Do you actually wanna fucking fight right now??" 👾 ; "Why would you care about the quality of my ass pics?" 👾 ; "Is there a definition where you blow your brains out with a shotgun while I sit and watch?" 👾 ; "Panhandling pills? What're you, homeless?" 👾 ; "Leave me alone bro, don't be a bitch. Don't make me fight you." 👾 ; "You're just gross? You look like you were breastfed 'till you were 8." 👾 ; "Oh, that's not good.. why are we getting him pizza?" 👾 ; "There's nothing sexy about you, it's just regular harassment." 👾 ; "What're you, my dom?" 👾 ; "Can I tell you to fuck off?" 👾 ; "Fuckin' dumb bitches, I had McDonalds in my room this whole time. Now I have two lunches." 👾 ; "What does making crack do for the community?" 👾 ; "It's get rich or die trying.. I did what I had to." 👾 ; "I'm not gonna burn her house down with expensive gas." 👾 ; "...Are you threatening me in sketchers?" 👾 ; "I'll take the gun you're saving for the cheerleaders and shoot you in the fucking face with it." 👾 ; "Who said we're buying anything? Just steal the shit." 👾 ; "One fish, two fish, red fish, you bitch." 👾 ; "Do you wanna get fucked up or not?!" 👾 ; "I'm gonna call your mom and tell her 'sorry' she'll never have grandkids." 👾 ; "All I asked was 'are you paying for the pizza' and you just went into that." 👾 ; "Yeah long flowing ponytail, very emo." 👾 ; "That was the most weekend dad question you could've possibly asked me."

[scuddle-bubble101]

Lets go random again! Someone else for fun fact time?

(So the wheel seems to like Eli- This is twice now. So Eli fact times I guess X'D I got so, so distracted X'DD!)

Facts about Eli!

. Raised primarily by an academic branch he doesn't quite even remember, Eli doesn't recall even having parents or "people" in his life once. Considered pretty much a failure from the start, he never held on or expected much from older people. Matter of fact, he really wasn't raised much either, it's actually a mystery how he seems "fine" despite it. Some of his childhood consisted of quite the confusion too, he always received gifts and baked goods on his birthday.

. He's jumpy at best, naturally his main trait if we had to explain him with one. Constantly feels like he's being watched and can't reason with it. Worst bet is that he's probably right. To be straight to the point, he's never had "luck" on his side, always drawing some kind of bad with the good. "The glass is always going to be at least somewhat empty even if you try to fill it full."

. Unfortunately, he sticks out like a sore thumb, looking damn near like someone poured spots for a cheetah and cheese sauce on his ears. Doesn't help either that he's gifted in fire magic, he can't for the life of him explain how he got it, he just "does." His temper can flare too, it'll make his fire and items rather red and can leave his eye-sight rather fuzzy. (he hates with this happens)

. Being trained by Pj (Exclusive's son) by all things. Jams of course, didn't want any chance to teach him but realizing the kid really lacked a social figure, he kind a caved. (Don't tell him we said that) Naturally, this made him protective over Eli, making sure to shield him and keep him out of trouble if he can help it. Eli's never really had a positive adult figure in his life so all he can comment on it, is that it is a bit weird to have a guy just... Make sure you've eaten enough today. Stars, He's even met his boss's wife. What he's being trained for is really important though!! Classic knew it was best to leave him with Jams-jams. (And honestly, he's right.)

. He's a little accident prone. NOT thankfully, like a certain cheeto-haired boy :]! Ok, at least he doesn't have two left feet like A CERTAIN BIRD EITHER. He doesn't claim they are friends but Crash will find any excuse to purposely dive bomb him. (Poor Eli)

. Did you see something beside him? Looks like it becomes "visible sometimes"... No, you didn't see anything, trick of the light you see?

. His ears a pull-able, yes he will whine like a puppy if you do so.

. He has light up sketchers. They are opposite colors and if he's feeling silly, he'll tap them together to get them to glow. (A lad can have his little fun times ok?)

. He does not actually like peanut butter. We'll say it might be a texture issue.

[crosseyedcricketart]

Joan Mitchell's Barbie - Personal Work

Joan Mitchell was someone I wasn’t familiar with—not with her art, not with her, or that she existed. There was one fateful day, though, in the summer of 2021 when I went to a weird used bookstore in Chattanooga, Tennessee and found a college-level, hardcover textbook being sold for $60. So, I got the textbook for $60. On the covers, there was an abstract painting—which an off handed comment was made about “what has art come to? is this art?”—and I quite enjoyed it. The colors made sense, I liked the strokes, and I liked it. That’s it. But I personally had a thought—I’m sure a man made this, because they’re more likely to get away with this. And based off the date (and me ignoring the feminine first name), I assumed I was right. Well, I was wrong. The artist was Joan Mitchell (1925-1992), a female artist who had a sect of her works which were abstract expressionistic works. But I wouldn’t find that out for two years because I was lazy and didn’t read the painting credit on the literal second page of the textbook. It should be said, I use this textbook for everything. It’s The Gardner’s Art through the Ages 14th edition. I use it so much. And I just ignored that page.

For the next few months into 2022, I had stopped doing more expressionistic work to focus on my college work which took up a lot of my time and creativity. However, one of my professors at the time was Dana Finimore with her paintings in the gallery, being abstract, expressionism. She had told us when she was in art school, she got stupid critiques like “it’s too sentimental”, so she wouldn’t critique us like that. I thought that was an interesting statement, because if your art isn’t sentimental, I don’t think it has a point. Give me the artist, give me medium, and give me the museum lighting. In that order.

So, in February of 2022, I had an assignment to replicate a painting in my sketchbook and I’ll tell you—I took it way too seriously. I was actually shaking thinking about a critique over it. I was so strung up about it. So, I went a little crazy and took out every bit of me that I had thrown away and threw it on a canvas. And that became this painting—Untitled Pink, for the time being. And the day I got to critique, someone I knew had passed away and my professor had no bad things to say about my paintings. So. A lot of worry for nothing.

But back to the thought of “I went a little crazy and took out every bit of me that I had thrown away and threw it on a canvas.” I was a part of the generation of girls, like every generation of girls, who had to say “I’m not like other girls” because being like other girls is… meant to be bad, I guess? But when I was little, I loved Barbie, I loved pink, I loved glitter, I loved unicorns and Pegasus and mermaids and fairies and ballerinas—you get the point. I got bullied for that, though. When you’re young, you don’t realize that you’re being bullied because you’re easy pickings, but instead that something has to be wrong with you. So, I threw all that away and covered it in black and red and anger and Green Day. And I still didn’t fit in after that. And so, I covered myself in brown and beige and drank black coffee and listened to classical music. And I still didn’t fit in after that. And then there was a whole plague, so I had time to think about it. I don’t have to fit in. I’m not meant to. I’m meant to be me. That’s hard to come to terms with when you hate yourself, but I had a good bit of alone time to think about it. So.. I realized I do still like pink. I still like Barbie. I still like Green Day and glitter and black and mermaids and brown and fairies and coffee and everything else—I’m still who I was when I was 4, when I was 7, when I was 10, when I was 13 and 14 and 16 and 18 and now. I’m the same person. I might have grown, and I know I have, but I’m still me. I’m still Annie. I’m still the bad eyeliner I wore when I was 13 and I’m still the same zebra and hot pink Sketchers I wore in 4th grade. Now I just know how wear them better.

All of that is to say, I used Untitled Pink to pull all that back out. I can love pink. I can love glitter. But I can still have skill, and intellect, and interest. Then I got the whiff of the Barbie movie. A movie by a woman who doesn’t shy away from being a woman. I still have to remind myself that I’m allowed to like pink, and the resurgence of Barbie pulled that back out. I watched all those 2000’s Barbie movies. I loved all those very badly designed mini games on Barbie.com. And now that movie is out. And that is something that I’ll carry with me till I die. So, what does all of that have to do with the painting? Well, Barbie is the feminine that I’m allowed to be and should embrace what I have of that, and Joan Mitchell is the woman who kept making art and didn’t define herself as a woman artist, but as an artist who was a woman. Basically, I’m allowed to be a woman. And I will be. I’ll be the woman who likes pink and brown and black and coffee and classical music and Green Day and Fall Out Boy and eyeliner and glitter and mermaids and fairies and ball gowns and ballerinas and I’ll still wear Dr. Martens with all of that on top. And I hope you enjoy my sentimental painting because that’s what it is.

i hope you enjoyed all that, this went up early on my tumblr before my website. https://crosseyedcricket.art | crosseyedcricketart here + Pinterest

[fragileizywriting]

i just came back from a pink floyd (tribute) concert and they’re super legit, even did a concert for actually pink floyd for one of the band mate’s birthday, etc. however the demographic for the event is like, 60+. there were a few people younger than me, and i mean, like, few. there was a grandpa with his very obviously a kindergardener grandson who was so excited to sit down and hang out with his grandpa. his sketchers kept lighting up the row every time he kicked his ankle against the chair (he was so small, his legs dangled off at the very edge of his chair).

anyway, there was not a single young person there other than some kid who clearly came with his older dad, this little baby boy with his grandpa, a few young tween girls who got dragged into this by an enthusiastic older uncle…

oh, yeah.

and one of the guitarists on stage.

(nsfw)

imagine with me, jagged is still touring, even though he’s pushing the limits with what he should be doing. the music is loud (way too loud, because he knows his crowd, he knows that they’re hard of hearing like he is, so you gotta turn up the sound juuust too much) the music is good, but there’s no one luka’s age, but that’s okay. he loves playing in the band, has fun with his dad who talks so much praise about his son every time a song is over, talking about how his family is the most important thing to him.

he’s sweating on the stage, and makes eye contact with the front row, and there’s marinette. jumped ship— told her mom she’s staying at kagami’s; told kagami she’s going to a concert she’s wanted to watch since forever; kagami was welcome to join but she didn’t want to because it was “a bunch of old white men smoking marijuana” and, yeah. she’s right. marinette is weaving through the crowd, swaying through the horrible smell, and lots of old men let her through. she doesn’t want to think about what they’re thinking, as she gets close to the stage.

luka makes eye contact with her.

she does, too.

he’s tatted, pierced, with one of the softest smiles she’s ever seen. it makes no sense on him. he shouldn’t look so friendly, not with that body, but his eyes are kind. he sings with his heart, and plays extra slow when it’s time for his solo on an acoustic guitar, and okay. maybe she can pretend it’s a love ballad. what’s the harm in that? especially when he winks at her?

hopefully the old men behind her catch her before she’s fainting.

after the show, he’s the last one to leave the stage, and offers her to follow. she does, because duh, and the two of them… get busy. kissing, luka’s mouth against her neck, she finds out that his shirt comes off rather easily.

“what’s your name?” he asks, wrapping her legs around his waist. hello, abs. hello, muscle.

marinette blanks, blurting out: “kitty.”

“‘kitty’?”

“nickname from childhood,” she explains. he’s pulling the hair lock that’s stuck to her mouth from off her lips as she speaks, appreciating her in a way that makes her wiggle in his lap. “practically no one ever calls me that, now. but… i don’t know. i want you to call me that. it fits me again.”

“i like it.” he does. somehow, she can tell. he traces her cheap, knock off little plastic choker she got in an attempt to look like she belonged more with the aging citizens listening to old rock and roll. a simple smile makes him look devilish. “kitty.”

“hi.”

“name’s luka.”

“hi, luka. i guess you… do this often?” she whispers, because the music was so loud that her eyes are ringing from noise, and her ears know the exact decibel of the color red.

“you’re the first non senior citizen i’ve ever seen at one of these concerts,” he admits. another kiss follows, one that has her knocking her head back into the wall, but he cushions the blow with a giant palm cradled against her skull. “so, no. never.”

“so i got lucky.”

“you got lucky?” he whispers back. “you’re definitely something else, if that’s what you think,” he laughs softly, swallowing her sighs with more kisses when his fingers dip below the button of her jeans.

[seanpop]

Meet the artist post! + other info (Get to know me and maybe become mutuals?)

You can find me as Sean_pop(0) on other socials like: Cara, Tiktok, Instagram, Discord etc.

Main tags: #seanpop says and #sean's art (All original artworks are there)

I don't take commissions but I do love doing art trades and requests (dm me or send an ask!)

My oldest art is on my Sketchers United account: https://sketchersunited.org/users/149204 I no longer use it but take a look if you'd like

I don't know what else to say but I hope you find something you are interested in here!

[weekendsketchers]

The streams and sketch sessions have been patchy due to the host (me) having a bit of a messy life. There will be a stream next Sunday, and a few more again before the summer.

But, summer is what I want to talk about. I will be on the road with work for most of July and August, so hosting sessions will be difficult. Of course that shouldn’t stop anyone who wants to get together and sketch, but I want to offer something else as well.

The point of Weekend Sketchers is to make art without obligation, stress, or guilt. Just to hang out and draw as best or as worst we can, according to our own skill and energy levels that day. Sometimes not to draw at all but just be there. Sometimes to not be there for weeks, but know you can always join.

The point of Weekend Sketchers is to be the answer to „I really want to start drawing again” and „I should sketch more” and „I want to get better at art but don’t know how” and „I like to draw but feel like I need permission to do it” and „I don’t have spoons enough to draw but maybe someday I will” and „I want to draw but I don’t feel like I’m good enough” and also „I don’t care and don’t have a goal I just like drawing.”

Which it has really been so far, for me at least, and I hope for other sketchers too.

So, for the Summer, even though we won’t have an option to meet up and sketch regularly, I want to keep that Safe Art Space open, and keep some extra motivation in there for those who want or need it.

I want to invite you to help me compile a Summer Sketchbook. (or Winter Sketchbook, if that’s your season right now).

There will be no selection or skill level limit or requirements. There will be no pressure. I just want to see anything you sketch over the Summer that you’d like to share. And you will not get critique unless you specifically ask for it, because that’s not really what we do. What you will get is love.

I will post suggestions here a couple times a week to help you get inspired, but don’t take them too seriously.

Just draw. Draw whatever. And come here to get appreciation of your effort. If throughout the whole summer you only manage to draw a single doodle on a napkin, that’s good enough and I would love to see it.

How does that sound?

I’ll post more about it as we get closer to July.

[brutal-out-here]

-𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞-

rainey ◇ 20 ◇ fav colors: red/blue ◇ painter ◇ sketcher ◇ mediocre editor ◇ writer (mostly fanfic) ◇ lover of books ◇ is in fact a swiftie and that’s what i post about the most unless i’m obsessing over something else at the moment ◇ tho i also post about every other fandom i’m in a lot too ◇ fandom list/things i like ◇ my other socials are linked in my bio ◇ header and pictures edited by me :)

[horrorrrrrrr]

(Screw anon lol) Hey! Me again, I mean, if you got Sketchers United (Free, can be used on browser, has group chats) or make an account, let me know! I do a ton of RPs there, and hopefully we can gather other Sanses! I heard Tumblr used to have a GC feature, but sadly removed it. And if not, we can probably work something else out! (I got a QouteV, though idk if they have GCs either ;-;)

(I’ll make sure to check it out! I also have Quotev and I doubt they have group chats)

[flowersfortheghost]

More Heathers head canons!!

This time with JD

Veronica:

Can't sleep in. Will always wake up before 10 am

When she gets sick, she will say she is fine and continue on with her normal day.

Loves reading. Especially historical fiction

Hates being the center of attention

The only friend who is allowed in the kitchen. The others will burn water

Mom of the group (only when necessary)

Chews on pencils

Used to do tennis and swimming

Loves math and History

Heather McNamara:

The only coffee she drinks is iced coffee thats homemade

Can crochet and makes little scarfs and plushies for her friends. She probably also sells them on Etsy

Never liked to wear jeans as a child. She only wore leggings

Has a snap streak with the Heathers for like 100 days

Bookworm. She loves romance novels

As a child wore two braids

Asks when someone is down: "You need a hug?"

Stays indoors with the New Years. Is scared of the fireworks

Can easily get her heart broken

Also used to do tennis

Heather Chandler:

Is always protecting Heather McNamara

Doesn't say "Happy Birthday!" She says "Happy fucking birthday bitch"

As a child, was upset when she didn't get a present on somebody else's birthday

Loves red velvet cake

"Fuck yall, im going to do something impulsive."

Loved glitter as a kid. She had glitter notebooks, glitter pencils, glitter pencil cases, fuck she had glitter sketchers

Is really good at art. Like REALLY good. Her best grades are in art class

Also used to do tennis

Heather Duke:

Thinks she can sing, but she can't. She could if she took lessons

Has a 100k insta following

"Block them."

Hates ice tea. She just hates tea in general. She is a coffee girl

Probably spends 300 dollars a month on Starbucks

Also uses bereal

Banned from the kitchen

Sees Heather Chandler as an cousin

Plant mom

Nvm, all the Heathers did tennis. And they always competed against each other

Heather Duke was the best tennis player among the 3

JD:

Has a soft spot for animals. Especially cats

Fuck it, he WILL cuddle with cats for hours

Has a fucked up sleep scedule

Is really good at school. Like he gets really good grades

Makes his pencils really sharp to stab people with them

[starshinecarly09]

Hi buddies!

Hey guys! It's me, Carly! I am an American cartoonist who loves to watch cartoons, eat food, draw stuff, ETC. I am also diagnosed with autism, please help me.

⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️

My fursona, Carly the Cat.

☆About Me☆

Like I have said before, I am an American cartoonist who loves to watch cartoons, eat food, draw stuff, ETC. The name is Carly, but please call me Kitty, Catherine, Cal, Sweetie Pie, or Blue. My favorite colors are pink, blue, and black. My favorite shape is a ⭐️S T A R⭐️. My favorite food is chocolate (Yum!). My sexuality is pansexual. I am a Christian ✝️. I love to watch cartoons. And all of the other stuff. And I'm still autistic. My problem? I am a curious girl who likes asking people questions, I also get distracted when I have to focus on something else, and I get startled easily. Hmmmm.

♡The stuff I like♡

Cartoons, Anime, Comics, LGBTQ+, Food, Cats, Underrated/Obscure/Forgotten Cartoons, Electronics, Drawing, Requests/Art Trades/Comissions, My Comfort Characters (see down below), ETC.

💢DNI!💢

Okay, here are the stuff that trigger me the most…

Homophobia, Transphobia, Racism (don't talk to me about that), Silver Dollar City (god, I HATE THIS PLACE SO MUCH!!!), Foot Fetishes, Pedophillia, Zoophillia, Peanuts (the legume, not the comic series), Bullies, Art Thieves, Tracers, People Who Recolor Characters and Claim Them as Their Own, Crazy Fangirls, NFT's, ETC.

🥰My Comfort Characters🥰

Xiao Long from Gawayn, Manson from Matt's Monsters, Tracey Mcbean and Shamus Wong from Tracey Mcbean, Ian Kelley from Being Ian, Jerry from The Three Friends and Jerry, Eric Needles and Trevor Troublemeyer from Sidekick, Unikitty from Unikitty, and Gaston Lagaffe from Gaston Lagaffe.

⚡️Socials⚡️

Tumblr: You've landed here.

Deviantart: https://www.deviantart.com/carlythecat1227

YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-J3B5yb74xYhUo-VxMA8Ow/featured

TikTok (private): https://www.tiktok.com/@starshinecarly

Fandom: https://the-official-starshine-carly.fandom.com/wiki/User:Starshine_Carly

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Starshinecarly

Scratch: https://scratch.mit.edu/users/CutieCarly/

Sketchers United: https://sketchersunited.org/users/161776

That's all I have to say, bye!