#strawberry felon au

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@octaviusing 's Disciple AU caught my eye the other day and I made something silly for it!

Two Fords married to Bill after some version of Stockholm Syndrome And losing an eye to him AND unable to return to their home dimension (yet)?? What are the odds :D (High. The chances are high these characters are toxic <3)

I absolutely love your colors and designs, so I hope you like our goofy guys meeting in passing

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The new Elle magazine pics of Taeyong immediately reminded me of Unicorn Taeyong in the Strawberry Sunday universe because of his hair color!!! I can imagine Unicorn Taeyong with that hair color and vibe.. it feels dreamy and magical in a way !! and I'm excited to read tdhea since I'm finally done with my exams, I already read the first chapter.. and I'm loving the vibe of this story. I'm already questioning my top 1 from this Strawberry Sunday universe after reading the first chapter itself 🤡 and not my renjun being considered as the crazed madman here pls, I love human renjun <3. - 🌺

yes the pink and blue and purple pastels that he had in that shoot r very unicorn!yong!!! very dreamy, very pretty n handsome at the same time <33

idk if i can even rank the strawberry sunday fics at this point 😭 they all hold such a special place in my heart in their own way i wanna roll all my characters up in little blanket burritos and tuck em into my pockets n keep em safe they're all just the loves of my life now

and human renjun my beloved <33 hes......impassioned. he might have willingly committed a felony in tdhea but really hes just so passionate about his field of study and since when has learning been a crime <33

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Undercover Cop/Teacher AU part 5

Past part are here: #undercover au

We’ve actually reached the end of what I already have written, and I got derailed by another idea today, so this might be it for the daily updates for a bit. Fingers crossed that it continues to be slow at work!

It’s the longest Monday of Damen’s entire life. The clock ticks at a glacial pace as he muddles his way through his classes. If the kids notice that he’s not paying much attention, none of them mention it. Damen’s too preoccupied with trying to remember everything he can about last night and figure out this mess too notice if they did anyway.

He has a list in his head. He doesn’t dare write it down, in case anyone saw it.

Fact 1) Laurent ordered a drink in a bar. Multiple drinks. The bartender asked for his ID and accepted whatever Laurent showed him as proof that Laurent was old enough to drink. Therefore, Laurent is over 21, and Damen has not committed any felonies.

Fact 2) Laurent was way too good at giving head for a teenager. Damen knows this because he was once a teenager, and knows that teenagers are selfish when it comes to sex. This isn’t as definitive as purchasing alcohol, but Damen feels good about this as evidence in the not-a-felon category.

Fact 3) Laurent had talked about a job and a boss. Only adults talk about work like that. But he never mentioned what the job was. Damen files this in the maybe column.

Fact 4) Laurent looked like a teenager this morning. If Damen hadn’t seen him last night, he never would have doubted that he belonged in high school. He’d looked young last night, too, but not that young. Lots of people looked younger than they really were. Hell, there were 30 year old actors who played teenagers in movies. Damen filed this off to the side. Clearly he could not judge Laurent’s age on appearances alone. Down that path leads ruin.

Fact 5) Damen is starting to suspect that Laurent is fucking with him. Evidence: Laurent is currently sitting in the back of Damen’s senior level French class, accepting a lollipop from Nicaise, the delinquent freshman who wound up in this class because he’s fluent and no one knew where else to put him.

“Do you have strawberry?” Laurent asks.

Nicaise digs through the bag, and emerges with a pink candy.

Laurent unwraps it and pops it in mouth, keeping ahold of the stick. He catches Damen’s eye and hollows his cheeks.

“Nicaise,” Damen says. “No candy unless you have enough for the whole class.”

Nicaise frowns at him. “I’m not giving any to these losers,” he says, tucking the bag back into his backpack.

“Should have thought of that before sharing with Laurent. Bring it here.” Damen holds out a hand, and keeps it there until Nicaise grudgingly gets up and throws the bag at him.

“What bug crawled up your ass?” Nicaise asks.

“Language,” Damen says.

Nicaise repeats himself in French, looking Damen straight in the eye as he does it.

Laurent’s grinning. “Maybe he just needs to get laid,” he mutters to Nicaise.

Nicaise’s face lights up in unholy glee at having a partner in crime. “Who would fuck him though? He’s not even attractive.”

Laurent’s eyes flick back over to Damen. “You never know.”

“If you two are quite done,” Damen says.

Laurent holds up his hands, still grinning.

One of the other kids, Ancel, leans forward across his desk. “Are you gonna pass out the candy or not?”

Ancen is sitting in front of Nicaise, and Nicaise kicks his foot at the leg of Ancel’s desk, hitting it hard enough that it start to tilt to the side and Ancel shrieks before righting it. “You little shit!”

“I didn’t bring it for you! Get your own damn snacks,” Nicaise tells him.

“Mr. A just said he was going to share with the whole class.”

Damen feels like throwing the candy at them all right now, honestly. This is hands down his worst class of the day, and it’s not even due to the recent of the addition of the maybe-student he’s going to go to jail for fucking. Somehow this end of the day, senior level French class wound up full of kids who either know the language well enough not to need the class, or are so bad at it that they shouldn’t have passed the previous year and only made it in because the counselors needed to fill up schedules. Nicaise and Ancel are the worst of the lot, bickering with each other one minute and trading lip gloss the next, and somehow Laurent has already fallen in with them.

It’s ten minutes into class now and so far Nicaise is the only one to have spoken any French beyond bonjour so Damen switches to French to tell them all, “You can earn the candy. Who did their homework and can go conjugate the imperfect form of être on the board?”

Nicaise rolls his eyes and mutters something to Laurent that Damen can’t hear. Laurent laughs.

“No volunteers? What about you, Laurent?” Normally Damen wouldn’t pick on anyone on their first day, but this feels like an unusual situation in every regard. “Want to give it a try?”

Laurent frowns at him, and then says, with an atrocious American accent he definitely didn’t have last night, “Je parle un… peu fra… france? French.” He caps this off by holding his hand up, thumb and index finger close together, and repeating, “Un peu.”

Damen stares at him, stunned.

“Français,” Nicaise supplies, snickering.

“Right, that.” Laurent says. He shrugs. “They asked if I knew any French. They didn’t ask how much.”

Nicaise leans forward to poke Ancel. “Finally someone at your level.”

Ancel swings around and nearly clocks him, but Nicaise ducks, laughing.

“Boys!” Damen yells, glaring until they settle back into their seats.

They get through the rest of class. Damen winds up tossing a sucker to anyone who can give a correct answer -- mostly Erasmus and Kallias, who sit in the front and are always really earnest about learning. Nicaise interrupts occasionally to mock someone’s pronunciation, and all Damen can do is tell him to stop being rude because he’s not actually wrong.

He doesn’t call on Laurent again after the bell rings, when he says, “Laurent, stay after for a minute.”

Nicaise demands the rest of his candy back before he’ll leave, but then it’s just Damen and Laurent left in the room. Laurent lounges back in his chair and puts his feet on his desk.

“Un peu français?” Damen asks.

Laurent shrugs.

“You spoke it pretty fluently last night.”

“You should really lock the door if you want to talk about that,” Laurent says, in perfect goddamn French.

Damen grits his teeth, but Laurent isn’t wrong, so he goes over and shuts the door, dropping the shade over the little window and engaging the lock.

“Is this going to be a thing then?” Laurent asks. “Asking me to stay after class and locking the door?”

“You just told me--” Damen cuts himself off with a huff of breath. “Is faking being bad at everything your new thing?”

Laurent drops his feet back to the floor and stands up in a fluid motion, making his way through the desks and towards Damen. “I’m not bad at anything,” Laurent says, right up in Damen’s personal space now.

Damen tries to take a step back, but the door is behind him. “What are you doing?”

“You’re cute when you’re teaching,” Laurent says. “Trying to look stern but failing miserably.” He grins, leaning further in, hands landing on Damen’s hips. “And the kids like you, even if they’re being brats.”

“Including you?” Damen asks.

Laurent makes an agreeable noise.

Damen reaches up and brushes Laurent’s hair back from his face, tucking it behind his ear. “You’re a student.”

Laurent shrugs. “They told me not to fuck the other students. No one said anything about the teachers.”

“The-- what?” Damen asks, but Laurent is ignoring him, fingers fumbling with Damen’s fly. “Wait,” he says, just as Laurent gets a hand into his pants.

“What?” Laurent asks, pausing.

“You’re a student,” Damen says again.

Laurent just looks confused.

“I can’t sleep with students,” Damen says.

Laurent frowns. “It’s after hours, I’m not a student anymore. It’s fine.”

“You… That is not how it works.”

Laurent purses his lips. “I was going to suck your cock again. Yes or no?” He gives said cock a squeeze, and Damen wishes he weren’t already half-hard just from being this close to him.

Damen’s going to hell.

In for a penny, in for a pound. Might as well at this point. Nothing left to lose, right? He could probably come up with more idioms if he tried but he just nods.

Laurent squeezes his cock again and drops to his knees.

Damen’s pants are around his thighs and Laurent has just taken the head of his cock into his mouth when reality slams into Damen like a freight train. He shoves Laurent back with a firm push on his shoulders, and the sudden motion means he gets teeth scraping his dick painfully.

“No, no,” Damen says. “I can’t do this.”

“The fuck!” Laurent demands, from where he’s landed on his ass.

“You are a student,” Damen says. “I can’t sleep with you.”

“You already did!”

“And that was a mistake. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry about just now. This is… this is bad.” Damen yanks his pants up, fumbling with his fly. “Look, I’ll get you moved to a different class. You don’t have to ever see me again. I didn’t know. You were at the bar and you were--“

“Damen,” Laurent breaks in, stopping Damen’s rambling apology. “How old do you think I am?”

Damen blinks down at him. “If you’re a senior then you’re 17 or 18.”

“If I were a senior, yes,” Laurent says.

Damen stares down at him.

“Damen,” Laurent says, tone slow and patient. “I’m 25.”

Damen keeps staring. Finally, he manages to say, “What?”

“Did you actually think…?” Laurent shakes his head, laughing incredulously. “This morning you said-- Damen, this is an op. I’m undercover.”

“I thought you were underage! I thought I was going to go to jail!” Damen nearly shouted.

Laurent’s still laughing. “You said this morning that you knew!”

“No, I didn’t! I said I was gonna go to prison this morning.” He glares down at Laurent. “This is not funny.”

“This is hilarious,” Laurent says, finally climbing back to his feet. “I thought you made me as soon as I walked in.”

“How?! I told you I was going to have to register as a sex offender.”

“I thought you were just being melodramatic,” Laurent says. “That’s why I told you not to say anything. We’ve been working on this case for months, I can’t afford for you to blow my cover.”

“I can’t believe you let me think I’d fucked a student all day,” Damen says.

Laurent tilts his head, giving Damen a considering look. “Did you still think I was a student just now, when you were going to let me suck you off?”

Damen sputters. “I suspected you weren’t.”

“Uh huh,” Laurent says, a slow grin spreading across his face. “This is kinkier than the handcuffs, Mr. Akielon.”

“Please don’t,” Damen says.

Laurent leans in, hand skimming down Damen’s stomach towards his cock again, breath warm against Damen’s neck. “I think you’re getting--“

They’re interrupted by someone twisting the door handle, and knocking when they find it locked. “Damen, are you in there?”

“Shit, it’s Nik,” Damen whispers.

Laurent steps back. “Oh. He knows,” he says, also whispering. “But he can’t know that you know. This whole op has to be secret from the teachers.”

“What are you even undercover for?” Damen asks. Louder, he says, “Just a sec, Nik,” to the door. He pats down his front to make sure his pants are zipped.

Laurent crosses the room to grab his bag. “Drugs,” he says, answering Damen’s question.

Damen frowns. They’d had a student overdose last month, but he’d thought it was an isolated incident. “And Nik knows?”

The doorknob rattles again, so Damen reaches out to unlock it before Laurent can answer. “Hey Nik.”

Nikandros is frowning. “What’ve you been doing? Did you forget about drinks?”

“Oh, right! Um, no. No I was just…”

“He was helping me with some remedial French,” Laurent pipes up, coming to stand next to them. “I’m really far behind. My last school didn’t have such a good foreign language department.” He flashes Nikandros a bright smile, then turns it on Damen. “Thanks again, Mr. Akielon. Same time tomorrow?”

“Uh… I coach track on Tuesdays,” Damen says.

“I’ll find you out there then,” Laurent says. “Bye Mr. A, bye Mr. Delpha.” He waves over his shoulder as he walks away.

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Here, I'll combine these two into one post for less tagging (and because I dont like the ice skaking one enough for its own post)

On the left, I have my Strawberry Felon Sixer, Bill, and 17 meeting Dee, Liam, and Ron from @aeli-tan-art edit: Also tagging @overlords-au as they just added that sideblog today! (My hyperfixation is well fed)

17 isn't with the same Time Police that's constantly after the Triumvirate, so Dee isn't as worried leaving them alone to glare at each other. 17 is n o t a fan of McGuckets, especially those who have practice in cybernetic enhancements / replacements, and Ron only hasn't killed 17 yet because Dee wants to study them first.

I honestly don't know if they'd be a pretty even fight or not? Especially since 17 would go all out, where Sixer would probably be trying to keep Ron alive / just get him out of the way if they were fighting for some reason. I think Ron's shield would be the determining factor, but if 17 got a hand on where the shield generated from, he'd be able to deactivate it / cause some damage to it. He'd have to get close enough to do that though, and even with the C.I.P.H.E.R program looking through time for him, I don't honestly know how it would end.

Good thing 17 listens to Sixer and (probably) won't start a fight anytime soon!

Sixer and Dee are excitedly sharing and comparing their Bill and Liam. Bill is probably still younger than Liam (he is younger than most Bills) but since he has more power than the iridescent hognose, I bet he'd try and offer him a deal to lend him his power so they could have some fun together.

I think Bill would be impressed by Liam's human form as well, though aren't we all? And find some kinship in him being a bit of a broken Bill as well.

The second image is of Dee and Ron on their honeymoon ice skating! I'm pretty positive they had different looks back then, but I just went with their current designs since we for sure haven't seen what Dee looked like. I remember Eli mentioned Ron was surprisingly bad at ice skating, and it probably didnt helpt they were drinking haha.

Don't mind that I forgot Dee's undercut, let's just pretend Ron hadn't had the chance to maintain it for him yet since theyre newlyweds. Not as happy with that one because... how draw planet? Space?

I was inspired to try and draw that scene when I found dialogue from this post

"If you let go of my hand, I'll kill you." "You would need to be able to skate on your own to catch me."

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Some doodles of Grunkle Bill and SF!Bill

Also surpise appearance of Liam from the Overlords AU I like to think he and SF!Bill would get along, both being mischievous and obsessed with their scientists, but Grunkle Bill? I can't decide if he's just want to distance himself from another version of him, or would get attached to the glitchy triangle like he did with Orson and Orion.

Both would want him in therapy.

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Sixer isn't usually one to risk being able to be tracked / arrested by committing crimes without reason, but he is interested in getting his hands on this vague time device at some remote outpost of the Time Police. Unfortunately, @aeli-tan-art 's Ron looks like he needs it too! Hope Dee and Liam aren't jealous Ronnie is technically handcuffed to another Ford, haha

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Hello @aeli-tan-art , I hope you like my submission to be added to the jar of people obsessed with your Overlords AU. Have Liam and my AU Bill getting drinks together! (They definitely left their scientists in the middle of a firefight to go drinking haha)

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Hmmm I wasn't going to post this but I don't think I'm ever going to finish it and I still kinda like the sketch? I just don't feel like designing ALL of 17's tattoos atm (I didn't even want to bother translating Sixer's tattoos lol)

Have 17 asking Sixer when the last time he ate a cheeseburger was. And Bill asking what year it is XD

Bill does maintain their body, but really only to the point of just past starvation, since they both draw from his energy / being for power rather than get Sixer's nutrients entirely from food alone.

He also stops the aging process, obviously. So the only time Ford has physically aged is when they're apart for long periods, so he looks about in his 40s? Where 17 is physically in his 60s and unaging for different reasons.

It doesn't help that Bill is also a malnourished Cipher!! Not even close to his full dose of dimension, galaxy or even star-eating that he needs as a being of pure energy lol. Neither of them know how to take care of themselves.

17 also has a lot more scars than shown, mostly from harpoon accidents, siren accidents, kraken accidents.... man spent 30 years at sea!! Things are bound to happen!

I can't wait to talk abt him more next chapter, though I feel its going to turn into a big dialogue info-dump, which may be boring.

Anyway thanks if you listened to me yap about my boys, or if you just stopped by for shirtless Ford Pines Variants haha

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Starting off the art dump with my first pieces I made at the same time back when this trend was made a month or so ago. Beta design Sixer from Strawberry Felon and Beta Grunkle Bill and human form for him too! Honestly I'm happy to see the little improvements in my art as I doodled to take breaks from writing.

Small notes on each design:

I changed Sixer's coat a bit in his newer art as I learned how to draw trenchcoats / overcoats, the same for swapping his eyepatch for just a blacked-out lense. As a future plot point, its the only piece of technology he keeps on-hand, aka outside his infini-bag. Which really deserves its own small reference sheet haha

Also made it so Sixer just wears 2 gold rings in his newer designs rather than Bill wearing one, since they share his vessel it makes sense their rings stay together.

Grunkle Bill is pretty close to the same albeit different accessories, and the shape of his arms in his triangle form and adding back the scar.

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I had to try my hand @orxinus piece with MM!Ford. Sixer already has a terrible track record with cyan-themed Fords haha, but with how MM!Ford seems to use unicorn hair to antagonize Diety!Bill, Sixer wouldn't stand a chance.

Sixer is (toootally) just a tourist! He would definitely just try to run if he came in contact with him.

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Found even more Grunkle Bill doodles. What a nervous wreck hahaha. And another with SF!Bill

Someone please spike my keyboard with dopamine so I can get through these chapters.

Oh! Here, I can also offer a spoiler doodle for next chapter to tide over any fans of Strawberry Felon!

Wonder what's going on here >:)

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Doodle Dump while I'm trapped at work! (Key broke in the lock)

In order:

Grunkle Bill and SF!Bill chatting, and a comparison in their designs

Vampire Fiddleford and Stanley, and a quick appearance of Ronnie from Overlords AU by @/aeli-tan-art (please go look at their superior art)

Edgelord Sixer and Bill on the run across dimensions (SF!AU again)

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@aeli-tan-art , is it too early to buy tickets for the Triumvirate concert? Sixer is ready to party!

SF!Bill would definitely make some custom merch for Sixer to wear for the concert, novelty red solo cup and all. He's spiking their own drink with his favorite mixer, Spider Sprite, all the caffeine, none of the drawbacks! (That he knows of)

He would definitely buy any CDs or merch they had as well, and probably be wearing it when running into them during a heist with no shame.

Spider Sprite usually comes in small 5-hour energy size shots or mini soda cans at most, Sixer would definitely reality-warp it to a 12-16 oz can after buying it.

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Have a doodle dump, as a treat.

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Ahh why not, have another doodle while I drag myself through the next chapter of SF, alts under the cut cus I couldnt decide!

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Some of you may notice the total word count for chapters 1-7 was 32,839. This chapter is 15,000 words I didn't have the heart to split it, its a lot. Enjoy :)

Excerpt time!!!

Sixer scraped the last of the beans out of the bottom of the can with the spork. It might feel like he was camping if he was in another place, but this just felt a hint too much like homelessness. Looking up at the sky that felt so familiar, yet just a little off, he sighed, cleaning off any last bits of sauce from his utensil with his mouth.

"All finished?" His companion asked, and Sixer smiled, handing him the can and tucking away his utensil in his bag.

"All yours."

Bill laughed childishly, dipping black fingers into the can to lick off any last drops of sauce with the blue tongue that sprouted from his eye. It was lucky only one of them needed to eat, but his partner did enjoy a meal from time to time. He cringed as he watched the sauce coat his arms, splashing on his bowtie.

"Must you be so messy?" He chided, dusting his own hands off on himself just to distance himself from the idea of uncleanliness.

"What's the fun of being three-dimensional if I can't enjoy sensations on all three sides!" Bill chirped back, looking up at him with his familiar brown-slit eye.