#thank u cheesus

[cutechan555]

following previous ask,

first off; thats okay, take ur pace whenever u feel like it! (drawing wise)

second, holy cheesus, why did the doctors want him to leave?

third; was his hand in agony? if so, rip his hand

1st - Thank you I appreciate it

2nd - He was hysterical and panicking and causing a bit of ruckus the doctors just wanted to concentrate but he calmed down so they let him stay

3rd - Yeah lol she nearly broke his hand

[lilacthebooklover]

You're super duper awesome sauce and cool and amazing and phenomenal and awesome again and nice and kind and just a very good nice cool person in general you are really sweet and skilled at both drawing and writing ,, like.. cheesus crust lilac how more amazing can you get.. ?

My brain is a bit fried as I'm typing sorry if it's worded off lolz

RAYYY YOU ARE SO SWEET <3333 I'm so so glad we're friends!!! You are the absolute loveliest hjkgsf, this really brightened up my night! Thank u so much bestie <3<3<3

[lightwing-s]

Idk if u watch porn, but sometimes I watch solo things and I was watching one today and I just think that Jason is a bit like him... his name is NickAtNitex on Pornhub.

(I sent this to another blog, I love hearing people's opinions.)

cheesus, i'm a church lady 🫣

do you think he'd ever consider cosplaying like those cod ghost guys do? 👁️🫦👁️ also, petition for badjhur to make an audio role playing jason, i swear i'd... nevermind :)

i'm not sure i see jay in him, idk if it's the hairstyle or what, maybe it's that because the tattoo sure gives me jay vibes. but i get why you do, he has a thing.

now you're going to hell for giving me dirty thoughts (actually thank you because i'm getting to the smut part in the imagine ;) )

[dick-faulkner]

OH YEAH THANK U I FORGOT

I HAD 1 HOUR OF SLEEP TODAY AND I THIJK THE GRILLED CHEESUS WAS BEFORE THAT

DID I TRICK OR TREAT YET???? IF NOT IM DOING IT NOW

YOU DID I GAVE YOU THE PLOT OF GRILLED CHEESUS

HAVE SKULLS I DONT HAVE MUCH TO OFFER

[barzzal]

congratulatory and birthday handshakes for #13 PIT @ NYI G.6 ; R.1 SCP | 26 MAY 2021

[solaange]

it's time to go???? tom, we haven't had a good peak from yesterday's, now you're getting rid of it already??? why do you hate us i- bye

[yunhogf]

WAIT MY DISSOCIATIVE ASS REALLY MADE A WHOLE SCENARIO EXACTLY LIKE THIS SONG WITHOUT EVEN. PAYING ATTENTION SBDKSNKDNSHWKDHSKD

[cheesus-doodles]

Hey Cheesus!! Just wanted to say I loved the South post, I absolutely adore seeing brazilian culture getting more recognition, and Y/N making feijoada???? A dream come true for real (also, maybe she would make him brigadeiros as well? It's soooo good and very easy to make, everyone loves it!)

I'd like to know what are your thoughts on how the boys would react if Y/N started making more brazilian foods for them as well, to settle their jealousy!

(Also, about the translation, "meu pequeno anjo" is correct! But, if you want to, you could also use "anjinho", which is a more informal and affectionate way of saying it! "Meu pequeno anjo" can be a mouthfull, so "anjinho" is usually what we use around here!)

Anonymous asked: As a brazilian this is my time to shine!!! us brazilians love to talk about our country, so I just know south would make Coxinha for you and show you some sertanejo songs <3 btw instead of "pequeno anjo" is better if u use "anjinho", both are right it's just that the second way makes more sense :)

asdhasdaj hello from the other side of the world! its mindblowing to me that we all somehow ended up here even though physically we're so far away! glad to here yall liked that fic, here's a little follow-up, it's been a long time coming :) (and thank you for the language tips!) as usual its 5.30am here so i will edit this tomorrow ;-;

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Recommended Reading: A Time Long Past; A Friend In Me Chapter 1

Masterlist

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The Dawn that A New Day Brings

They were a little more misshapen than he had initially thought South had to admit, looking back down at the enormous bento box filled with neat rows of coxinha that once more saw the light of day as you ever so gently pried open the lid with small, fragile hands, the too-large box balanced carefully on your tiny lap. The comforting snack he remembered chowing down on back in a simpler time had turned out a lot flatter than what he had originally envisioned and what they really should be - looking much like burger patties instead of its supposed signature teardrop shape. But you didn't seem to even notice the odd, uneven shapes or the slightly burnt surfaces, your stomach letting out an impatient grumble as you excitedly reached out for one, only to pause right before your fingers made contact, turning those adorable doe eyes back up at him. “Are these really for me?”

The giant of a man could only laugh at your eagerness, reaching up to gingerly grind his knuckles into your hair, which earned him a quick swat of your hand and a giggled ‘stop that!’. How someone as kind, as innocent as you could exist alongside monsters, murderers like him was a question South could only wonder about, though no one would find him complaining - you never did like when he referred to himself as anything but your friend. “If you can finish them all anjinho, then yes.”

You smacked him again, this time on his arm, your bright laughter bursting forth from soft lips. “Cheeky! You know what I meant.”

It was one of those rare afternoons that had been marked as empty on your schedule for one reason or another that South couldn’t care about, and the weather despite it being the middle of summer was surprisingly pleasant - there had been a light drizzle earlier in the afternoon that threatened the lunch he had been eagerly awaiting for the past two weeks, though it had cleared up into a cloudless sky. From just round the corner came floating the sounds of chattering and games, though the rest of your schoolmates knew well to keep clear of the secluded, silent backyard no matter how much the extra space would be welcomed; even before the arrival of your latest pet delinquent or so the rumors went, the school yard had always been the territory of gangs. 

But all he could focus on in the moment was you: watching as you struggled to twist your body with the relatively enormous lunch box still balanced on your lap, his hand stabilizing the box as you did, your tongue sticking out the corner of your mouth in concentration as you attempted to grab your school bag from beside him where it was resting on the bench. How he could easily snap your back in two with one hand, crush your delicate wrist as you reached over him - but it was only you who had ever gotten away with so much, with your songbird voice that twinkled like bells when you laughed and lifted his mood. His little angel indeed. 

Finally managing to haul what looked like a bento box out, the lid to your box was carefully open. The intoxicating smell of seafood and coconut instantly burst forth into the open air, the sheer tantalizing aroma catching even South off guard as you revealed the familiar sight of yellow paste topped with shrimp and contrasted with the bright green of fresh cilantro. “Here! I made vatapá the other day for my friends, so I kept some of the paste for you!”

As if on cue, a loud growl called out from the delinquent’s stomach, as it always did when faced with your cooking, though your friend barely flinched in the face of your suppressed giggles - if it had been anyone else, they would have already found themselves at the business end of his fist. But for you, all that happened was your muffled laughter quickly escalating into full-blown laughter when his finger found your sides in precise jabs, his lip quirking up in amusement. “Is it that funny?”

“A-ah, stop that!” Was all you managed to breathe out between your guffaws. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“That’s what I thought,” South huffed, though there wasn’t a hint of malice in his voice, finally letting up for you to catch your breaths.

“You’re a big meanie, you know that?” But you still offered him the box anyway, which he gladly accepted, quickly digging in without much encouragement. He couldn’t remember feeling this happy since his childhood days; you filled that hole in his heart that fighting could never. 

So why couldn’t he keep you all to himself? Why did he let you get away? And most importantly, why did he let those Tokyo Manji bastards keep taking you away from him?

Lunch passed in relative peace, South wolfing down every bit of shrimp coconut skew and fragrant rice while you giggled at the vigor, gingerly blowing and nibbling on coxinha, the shade of the old tree keeping the sun out of yours and his eyes. And as your lunch break came into a close much quicker than either of you expected, boxes were reluctantly packed away, with the last of the coxinha that you had begged out of polished off by him, the gears in his head still turning as they had for the past week or two, staring at you unblinkingly with those harsh yellow eyes. “Thanks for the wonderful lunch,” you beamed up at him adorably, unafraid, uncaring maybe of his intense look, the brown paper bag you carried everywhere already clutched between your two hands as you made to turn away. “It was good to see you again Minami.”

This was it. This was the last chance he would have in a long time, if not ever - catching someone like you without laying a finger on your tender flesh wouldn’t be difficult, not in the slightest. You were naive, gullible to a fault. An innocent creature by any stretch, but alas your beloved friends that followed you everywhere were not. “Before you go,” he started, and you paused, cocking your head in confusion.

“What’s up?” Ah, those doe eyes, almost shimmering in the sunlight; he couldn’t wait till they were only his to enjoy.

“Nothing much anjinho, but if you have some time I want to show you my new bike.” There was no lie in that, he really did just get his hands on one; you were the sole individual he never felt comfortable lying to. And watching your face light up, it seemed that was the right decision as you quickly agreed without a second thought; taking his offered hand as he gently led you out towards the front of your school.

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Baji sighed again, bronze eyes scanning the flood of students flowing back and dispersing into the various classrooms from where he was leaned against outside yours. It was five minutes till your class started, and you still had yet to return from lunch. A highly unusual occurrence in itself, given you were hardly, if ever, late for class. Not with the emphasis you had on your studies or grades or whatever it was he didn’t.

He had been against this from the start, would be what he reminded the rest when this little experiment goes horribly wrong. Leaving you even one lunch free to do as you please without their supervision; it was supposed to be a simple test if you could obey their explicit instructions to you. Stay away from South Terano.

You knew how your Toman friends felt - you knew how Baji felt - about you talking to people outside of them, let alone your engrossment with someone as dangerous and unhinged as South. They were right: you couldn’t be trusted with your own safety. Mikey and Kazutora had been pissed to hell and back that day, and it wasn’t as if Baji could disagree with their conclusion of killing the delinquent and be done with it despite Draken, Mitsuya and Pah’s vehement opposition. He didn’t want to lose you or a slightest bit of your affection. They should be the only ones in your life, with all that you mean to them and they to you, keeping you safe and protected.

Letting out a second sigh, the black-haired boy’s sharp ears didn’t fail to miss what seemed like interesting mumbles drifting out from the crowd, dangerously narrowed eyes quickly zeroing in on one unlucky boy - he recognised this one. A classmate of yours that Baji vaguely remembered kicking the shit out for once passing a tad too close to your desk for comfort. “Hey.” A quick grab and yank, and the unfortunate soul was face-to-face with a ticked-off and visibly irate Toman’s First Division Captain. “Care to repeat what you were saying?” It wasn’t a question.

But in a surprising twist, your classmate didn’t instantly break down into a mess like so many had before, far from it, instead looking Baji up and down with a critical eye. Seemingly having come to a decision, as if making up his mind that dealing with Toman no matter how painful was somehow the lesser of two evils. And out spilled the repeated rumor: you had been seen walking off campus hand in hand with an impossibly tall guy with tattoos that ran down his face, and you hadn’t been seen since.

South. You failed.

And then his phone went off. Mitsuya’s spotted you, and it wasn’t within the school compound.

Letting out a strong curse that had the whistleblower jumping slightly, Baji raced down the empty school corridor.

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“SOUTH!”

It was supposed to be a pleasant afternoon; they could vaguely remember the weatherman's earlier forecast of cloudy skies and cool temperatures from a few days' earlier that you had been extremely excited for. Even the dawn that the new day had brought, which they knew you had watched fondly from your small kitchen window like you always did, nursing a hot cup of tea, had been nothing but promising; the pastel pink sky that emerged out of the dark night together with the streaks of morning sun bursting over the horizon never failed to make their day. Yet here they were.

At the roar of the familiar voice, you stopped in your tracks just a block away from the gates to your school, turning around to look with pinched eyebrows. “Mikey?”

And down the road they came, your six Toman friends screeching to a halt just mere meters away from where you were, your hand still delicately gripped within a treacherous larger hand. “Get away from him,” the Toman President ordered, those haunting abyss eyes fixed on South’s yellow ones, white-knuckled fists clenched tightly by his sides, his face black with rage as Draken stepped forward, as if to gesture for you to return to them despite no further movements from him. An insult, a spit to their faces was what this was - the absolute gull of this scum to make his way into the heart of Toman’s territory to try and steal you away from them. And you playing along like it meant nothing; this sheer audacity couldn’t go unpunished. The world fell silent, still, waiting with bated breath.

You glanced hesitantly between your friends, the confusion and uncertainty clear in those doe eyes. What was going, it was clear you weren’t sure - certainly you knew your friends had always been protective of you, but this? This was a bit extreme, was it not? Yet before you could reply, you were instantly pushed behind a much larger figure, South stepping in front of you to grin down at the group in front of him. “Looking for me?”

“Minami’s just trying to-”

“This is kidnapping,” Baji gritted out through his teeth, and you flinched when those sharpened bronze eyes flickered over to you, though that didn’t stop the thoughts from racing through your head. Kidnapping? “You’re taking her against her will.”

You tried once more to explain. “No Baji, he’s trying to-”

“She’s coming with me freely,” South interrupted, the smirk on his face only seeming to grow as curses were instantly spat out at him. He knew what you meant to them, of course he did, having to watch day in and day out from a distance as you lavished your love on ‘your boys’, as you affectionately termed them. No more - your attention was now his.

But there was no doubt this Tokyo Manji Gang would let you go without a fight.

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Turning to look at you straight for the first time, Mikey narrowed his eyes, and you gulped. “Come. Here.” You really were in deep trouble this time.

“Okay Mikey,” you whispered, releasing your hand from South’s, taking a step towards the awaiting arms of Draken. You had hoped they wouldn’t be too angry if you kept just the one friend, but unfortunately that didn’t seem to be the case. But unlike the gentle hold that the giant of a delinquent had gripped your hand just seconds ago, you instead found one that refused to release you, South only tightening his grip more and more as you tried in vain to pull away. You whirled around to look back at him. “Minami, let go!”

“Tell them you’re coming with me.” You were going to be his. South never wanted to hurt you in any way, his little anjinho - the last thing he wanted was for you to be scared of him. But if it took intimidating you a little for you to never leave his side, then it was the way things would be. “Tell them.”

“I have to - ow!” His clutch only grew stronger, and you cried out. “Minami, you’re hurting me!”

In that heartbeat, the tension snapped, a blur of black flying to smash straight into one thick tattooed arm lifted straight in time, a flash of blond your only warning to duck as another smudge of yellow and black quickly followed with a punch aimed straight for South’s head.

Releasing you to protect himself, you were instantly yanked out of the way by two pairs of arms, sending you crashing backwards into a strong chest, your unhurt hand instinctively lifting to cradle your quickly bruising wrist, yellow and green marks in the shape of a hand imprinted into your soft skin. “Does it hurt?” Pah mumbled, one careful finger brushing against the area only to hastily retreat when you winced in response. “You need to go to the doctor.”

But your attention was somewhere else, your gaze fixed on your three friends brawling unrestrained. Baji was fast, arm snapping out to hold you back as you attempted a break from Draken. “No, stop it! Don’t fight!”

“You need a doctor,” the black-haired boy tried to convince you, but you were lost to the fight, the sight of Kazutora and Mikey and South out with the intention to kill too much for you to bear.

“Stop!” You cried out. It was all your fault, this mess you dragged everyone into. “Stop it!”

But all that the two Toman founders could hear was the pounding of unbridled jealousy and anger. This lesser animal, this unforgotten bastard trash; he had the audacity to lay a finger on you. Death. All would be resolved in blood. This was a death sentence.

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A moment of distraction, and you slipped from Draken. 

The punches and kicks were coming, too fast, too strong to pull back at such a short notice as you came skidding between Mikey and South. Both fists slammed straight into you at full strength, wide eyes meeting yours for a single breath.

The world breathed. A loud bang, the sound of flesh hitting flesh as you disappeared from their view, and all they could hear was a painful wheeze followed by a thud. Your unmoving body kneeling over from where you had slammed against the crusted wall of an apartment block, falling face down onto the concrete. 

And then chaos, the wail of your name raising the hair on the back of their necks as Kazutora rushed over to you, followed by a stampede of the other Toman’s founders hurtling over to you. What had they done? No, it couldn’t be them - they would never hurt you. What had South done? 

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“You- you hit her,” Mikey swallowed, the rage behind those empty eyes that diminished for a moment instantly reigniting, burning stronger than ever. “You hit her.”

“It was you,” South retorted, a similar anger that lit his own pair meeting Mikey’s. “I would never.” But his words fell on deaf ears, and the temperature seemed to drop. A blink, and the behemoth of a delinquent had just barely enough time to catch the roundhouse kick blasted at his neck, though the impact was enough to push him back. 

“I’ll kill you. I’ll fucking kill you.” A threat - no, a promise - whispered, the Tokyo Manji Gang’s president’s shadow seeming to grow with every repeat. 

“She’s still breathing,” Mitsuya let out a shaky breath, those few words somehow breaking through the cacophony of cries as Kazutora had to be wrestled away from shaking you any further, Baji already on the phone with what seemed like emergency services.

Draken turned his gaze to Mikey. "Snap out of it, Mikey! She's unconscious!" This wasn’t the time for a fight, especially not with the piercing screech of police sirens in the near distance. You needed all of them if you were going to pull through.

“Get her to the hospital,” came the order, the other not once turning his back on the visibly enraged South to spare you a glance as both lowered into fighting stances. “I’m finishing this.”

[ebonytails]

Cheesus Crust time really fucking flies. Happy 22nd u probably do not remember me since I go through an identity crisis every single day and also it's been years since we talked but we used to be friends when I was like. Bodily 15-16 (18 now) so *waves*

Aw, unfortunately I don't remember you, but then again I'm a new split myself. Thank you! Hope you're doing well either way. (waving)

[relatablepicturesofhomersimpson]

i use the pictures here as reaction images in the group chat almost daily, thank u for ur service

Thank you cheesus

[yamsgarden]

Thoughts on Seccolatta? Also love your art btw it's lovely and now you have gotten me into Meloghia jashahdhw

OHh hmmmm they're pretty f*cked up but that's whut make them so greAT!! They got amazah designs and powers and a wished they lived longer than just for this segment-- but i guess this applies for everyone who d👁️s in Jojo imo ahh X((( and chEESUS thank u dear I'm rly happy to hear this ahh love em so much... Mostly bcuz of the fan content tho XD

[maoist-mizer]

tell me about your wips bro! 🤠

Okay dude 🐸

WIP 1: Contemporary novel set within the South-Western districts of NSW. The main characters are mostly Middle-Eastern or North African, with the narrator being Somali-Assyrian. Through him and his friends, I want to be able to explore themes of mental health, sexuality, and religion whilst they’re in their last year of high school, leading up to the HSC. The book is more of less a book for me to vent what it’s like growing up biracial, middle-eastern, mentally ill, questioning my sexuality and religion in a low-socioeconomic area. Ik this concept is nothing new, and Idek if I want to publish it since it’s so personal and since there’s a lot of cultural references and things like that that would go over some ppls heads. It’s just something fun I want to write. Something cathartic.

WIP 2: Fantasy novel, or potentially series, which will explore themes of environmentalism, imperialism, propaganda, faith, and marginalisation. I’ve read/watched too many fantasy series set within a world inspired by the European Middle-Ages so I decided fuck that, we’re doing one that features cultures inspired by North Africa, West Africa, Mesopotamia, East Asia, South-East Asia, and possibly South Asia. It’s going to take me a while to figure out the whole plot and arcs, how long it’s going to span for and shit, but I have some ideas for characters, plot, and their backstories. There’s definitely going to be mermaids in their so uh yeah, I hope that’s incentive enough for ppl to be interested. I’m definitely gonna spend a lot of time doing research on this, as well as making sure each culture has unique qualities that don’t seem like they’re copy+paste. So yea, this book(s) will probably be published in like 24685422 years.

WIP 3: I want to write a historical dark academia novel; however, with more POC and LGBTQ+ rep because for the love of baby Cheesus and crackers, there is not enough. I also want to add potential fantastical and horror elements, and potentially a mystery. Hmm we’ll see. I haven’t put too much thought into it.

WIP 4: (as I’ve already ranted to u about it and I’m sorry that you have to hear it again) I want to do a more concise rewrite of the Demon Road trilogy because Dirty Laundry must have been sniffing some glue when he wrote that series. Some obvious changes include: Milo is a Mexican-American bi man with an actual backstory (since I have some ideas teehee), Amber isnt in a relationship with Kelley because ew Amber deserves to be with someone who isn’t toxic and is HER AGE, I’ll see if I can flesh out Glen’s character more, Milo is getting a bf because I said so, the women and girls in the series won’t be sexualised, Amber won’t act like such a white feminist anymore, Amber deserves some more love, Milo actually needs to have his character fleshed out as well because I hated that he was so similar to Skulduggery, oh yeah, and he needs to actually have emotions. And don’t get me started on how much a mess the third book was. But whatever I’ll shut up because I’m sure you get the idea.

Anyways I have more WIPs but these are the ones I’m mainly focusing on.

Thanks for the ask Mïmī 👁👅👁

[deadpooly]

Rules: answer the questions, then tag a few people you want to know better

I was tagged by @ohthedreamsofeuphoria who wants to know me better! Thank you so much!!<3000

Nickname: i currently do not have a nickname because my real name is one syllable long and the people i know are not creative dskfhksdkhsdhg jk jk.

Zodiac Sign: virgo! same as zendaya!

Height: 5′7″ and that is rounded to the nearest inch.

Hogwarts House: ravenclaw!

Last thing googled:

Favorite musicians: ajr, queen, ed sheeran, ramones, idk its various from moment to moment

Song stuck in my head: Mo bamba (dont hecking judge me it just popped into my head and cheesus its annoying, and pretender by ajr)

Following: anything marvel, iron dad, stony, winteriron, peter parker centric, tony stark centric like blogs, or if i love ur marvel url, currently i follow 196 blogs who get the displeasure of having me watch over their posts.

Followers: idk? marvel fans? because i post a lot of random shish (all marvel tho). this was originally like a peter parker gen z blog but then it got out of hand and now peopole have to deal with my ships as well soo oop. and 315 people put up with me.

Do I get asks: hmmmm sometimes? a few maybe every month here and there.

Amount of sleep: listen my sleep schedule is messed up i- *starts snoring* jk jk maybe 2-6 hours and sometimes i will go a full 13 hours like once a month.

Lucky number: 8, 17, and i had another one but i cant remember. edit i have been assigned the lucky number of 94 by @demi-god-witch who i love and thank dearly.

Wearing: plain black polyester shirt with infinity war short-shorts but when i have to “wake up” i will either put on my black hockey team sweatpants with my hockey shirt or a fluffy pink knit long sleeve with white jeans if im feeling risky, because i never wear pink.

Dream job: basically a scientist. or an author. that would be lit af

Dream trip: i think i said the color factory in new york because there is a child in me, also i wanna see the new york rangers play. or some place in london!

Instruments: oof i know little instruments but: piano, guitar, flute, those are the main ones, and there are a few others im okay at. i can also play the avengers theme on my violin!

Languages: english, a very very small bit of french (cause im canadian and should prolly know a bit), learning spanish and russian but the duolingo owl is out for me rn so if this doesnt get posted, u know what happened. wait. no. i havent told u guys and gals about the owl so u wouldnt know, so why would i say u would know what happened? idk im just being stupid.

Favorite song: pretender, three-thirty, 100 bad days all by ajr, dont stop me now by queen, wake me up by avicci, if i cant have you by shawn mendes, and last but totally first in my heart is every single avengers soundtrack by alan silvestri because those song totally slap, and if u havent heard them then what are u doing here? y’all need to listen to “A Promise” (a1) and “Portals” (a4) and  “The Real Hero” (also a4)

Random fact: despite my many academic achievements that include top grades outta the class, and honors with distinction since grade 8, i am in fact not intelligent and am a very stupid person who can only quote vines and read fics if told to be smart. tldr i am very unintelligible and definitely stupid with an IQ of -4

Aesthetic: water/nautical things, red, or space and galaxy or sunsets.

tagging: @latinxavenger @theunknown259 @demi-god-witch @keep-a-bucket-full-of-stars @im-ironman and everyone who follows me!! I want to get to know y’all better so dont be afraid to say i tagged you!!!<3000

[glamorice]

character interview!

BASICS 

NAME . lisa snart NICKNAME . lizzie/liz, ice kate/katie, blondie, ice princess, elsa, cadmium critic AGE .  15/16ish, almost 19 in one (1) verse SPECIES .  human

PERSONAL 

MORALITY . lawful / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true / chaos  RELIGION .  spiritual / neutral / no faith / questioning SINS .  greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath VIRTUES .  chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice KNOWN LANGUAGES . english, morse and binary code, ASL, beginners french SECRETS . she’s desperate for platonic love more than romantic love and often straight up lies about her past if it comes up around people she doesn’t know very well, especially if she’s in costume. she is currently trying to develop gem/crystal/jewelry-based weaponry, but since she hasn’t had any success so far, she hasn’t told anyone. her current plans are for a necklace of pearl smokebombs and toxic malachite versions of her knife earrings.

PHYSICAL

BUILD .  scrawny / bony / slender / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average HEIGHT .  5′4″ SCARS  /  BIRTHMARKS . she has several smaller scars across her body, scattered but all from similar stories related to domestic violence. the most noticeable ones are on her back--a cigarette burn scar on her left shoulderblade and a couple scratchy looking scars on her right obliques from a glass bottle. ABILITIES  /  POWERS . got a 5 on her AP chem and calc tests RESTRICTIONS . although she has a high drive to create/invent new weapons, she doesn’t have the proper tools to do so and can only really work on things via stealing materials and then getting rid of them or storing a finished product somewhere that won’t be found. most of her planning is done in her room and tinkering done in her school or garage, although she tries to avoid it in school since she has a reputation to uphold.

FAVORITES

FOOD .  tiramisu is all that’s coming to mind right now? DRINK . frozen lemonade PIZZA TOPPING . pepperoni COLOR . pastel yellow, pink, and blue!!  MUSIC GENRE . anything that makes her feel like she’s in a white silk slip and diamond studded sunglasses with a huge white fur coat with gold flecks hanging off her shoulders, sitting pretty in a golden throne-like chair that has a red velvet cushion surrounded by paparazzi and photographers. BOOK GENRE .  romance MOVIE GENRE . comedy!! CURSE WORD . tends to substitute curse words for stuff like “butthead” and “bozo” and “load of baloney” and “cheesus crust!!” SCENTS . lemon, cotton candy, hot chocolate, the smell of crisp winter air, beaches, chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven (but she doesn’t actually know this one is a favorite yet)

FUN STUFF 

SINGS IN THE SHOWER . yuppers!! LIKES PUNS . shes better at them than the mun is which makes things VERY difficult but yeah shes a sucker for puns

tagged by @smolgreenboi thank u!!!! <33

tagging @bewitchedluck @staybumbled @xbeastdude @catharsing @atitanrising

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WHY DID YOU REBLOG

THE FUCKIN ROADWORK POST

THANK GOD FOR THE NEW LONG POST BLOCK BUT CHEESUS CHRIST

WHAT WERE YOU THINKING I LOVE U(/p) BUT THIS IS TOO MUCH

jdjfjg i woke up and chose to be a nuisance 😊/lh

(theres a long post block?)

[mikikilla]

Gosh I just found your art and cheesus crisps you're freaking amazing at drawing. Like can you hook me up with that good good? How do I draw that awesome? Keep doing what you're doing because damn that's some fine work you're doin'. :)

oh gosh oh good oh no thank yo u thats so sweet??? oh jeez