#that his handwriting was pretty average

[a-killer-obsession]

OKAY I DID IT, I FIGURED OUT THE LAYOUT

Disclaimer: it seems like the size of the ship changes every time we see it, but the newest eps vs wano seem pretty consistent so I went with that and used Wire's height for scale

Floor layouts under the cut ✂️

Edit: you can find clearer/more detailed versions here

Layout based on the 31 member crew that Oda confirmed. I also took in to account that a significant portion of the members are fucking massive, so everything is bigger which matches the scale it's drawn in. Floors are approx 5m high with 2m wide doors in most places, which makes sense when a good portion of the crew are 3m tall.

Sorry about my handwritting lmao I'm so tired but I have serious brainworms and couldn't sleep

The specifics:

Kid's Floor

Of course he has his own floor

Quarters include his own private dining space which I imagine would also include a workdesk, bedroom with king sized bed and probably a couch, walk in closet, and bathroom definitely large enough for a massive tub

Workshop also has bathroom entrance for when he's feelin lazy

Ladder space in the middle goes straight through, this is so crew going to the castle deck don't access his floor

Commander's floor

Heat, Wire and Killer have their own rooms and a private lounge just for them and Kid

Heat and Wire share a large bathroom, definitely big enough for normal bath

Heat and Killer have king sized beds, Wire's bed is almost as wide as a king but mostly it's made especially long

Small decking that runs the whole way around, unspoken rule that crew aren't allowed there since windows peer into commander's rooms

Killer could probably fit a drumkit in his room 👀

Cannon Deck

We get peeks of this in the anime and in Oda's notes but they're fuzzy so I just did my best

Made a mistake tho, cannon platform should be whole way around back like a U shape to account for 3 cannons facing backwards, total 9 cannons

Theoretically this is where the helm should be so uh that's where I put it

Screenshots make it look like they also store a lot of other weapons here

Main deck

Forecastle includes navigation room with bookcases, central table, and desk for paperwork

Forecastle also has infirmary with two longer than normal beds to account for larger crewmates, and a desk for crew doctor to keep notes

Door between nav and infirmary cos Kid is lazy

Kitchen and pantry. Given the rooms are 5m from floor to ceiling I imagine that pantry would have a small mezzanine accessed by a ladder to take advantage of vertical space (and would be a sick place to nap)

Galley/dining hall contains 3 bench style tables, seating 10 large crewmates each, with one extra fancy chair at the end of one for Kid

Lower deck

Did my best to do some math to figure out how many larger than normal beds were required and decided on 6 bunks for 12 larger crewmates

Additional rooms for average sized crewmates include 4 rooms with 2 bunks each, and one room with 1 bunk, making for a total of 30 beds below deck. That means, counting the commanders for the 31, there are currently 3 empty beds, so a few rooms aren't complete full

Probably looks like fuck all space but its actually significant for a ship living quarters

According to google you only need 1 toilet per 10 people and 1 shower per 40 but that seems like BS. Bathroom has 4 large, accessible sized toilets, 4 showers, long benches down the center and a long counter with plenty of space and mirrors for makeup, given how many crewmates wear it

Also, storage room. Could be converted to extra room for another bunk

Hold

Access via ladder

4 cells. No toilets, you get a bucket ✌️ tbh might not even have beds but there's room for em anyway

Desk in case they need to keep an eye on prisoners

3 storage rooms, but i think one of these would actually be a torture room. Probably the one by the desk.

Mechanisms for power and water are probably in one of these rooms as well as a lot of materials for ship repairs

Also of note

Crows nest is definitely big enough for a bench, definitely big enough for... activities. Not as big as the Sunny's though I dont think a gym would fit, I think it'd be more likely that gym equipment is kept on the cannon deck

Idk if the mizzenmast is supposed to go all the way through but that physically can't happen with where the helm needs to be based on screenshots so ✌️

Crows nests are definitely access via climbing nets

Please absolutely feel free to use this as a reference for fanfictions, but I'd appreciate a shout out if you do 💖

[enden-k]

[OC]

am i really worthy in your eyes?

text bubbles UTC in case you cant read my handwriting well (sry 🙏)

VIN: "i would have never thought that I would become the protagonist of a tale one day. Prince Titus or Bell would be much more suited for this. My life was always pretty normal and uneventful. I was obedient, loyal and a model student. To be honest, Im not really good at this whole "protagonist" thing. I'm not mindblowingly attractive or extremely strong... I get overlooked rather than noticed. A ghost would get more attention than me. My name is Vindrael Lyndis. I was born in a village near Morganastatt, Estel. Im a High Elf, masters of summons. I studied these arts for many, many years. I became one of the greatest summoners in the land, and soon King Balder invited me to become his court summoner and serve him. He was the first who... Im a couple of hundreds of elven years, around 23 human years old. Im still inexperienced in some things. Im not very tall. Actually, im shorter than the average elf. And if you take away my staff, Im useless. Basically, Im a nobody. And except for summoning, I have no talents. Im actually more of a minor character. So, why... Why? Why did you make me the protagonist of your tale? Why did you make me your hero?"

[galaxygirl8880]

Handwriting Headcannons

Cale:

Whenever he's writing, his handwriting is very font-like. It's neat, looks a bit rushed tho. When he's signing his name, the body's muscle memory takes over and it's the most over the top thing you can think of.

Ohn:

She seems like her handwriting would be very tiny. Probably also does the little hearts as dots.

Hong:

He has NO FEAR. his handwriting is neat enough(for a kid) but l a r g e.

Raon:

No opposable thumbs = basically chicken scratch. He's much better at writing when using his magic.

Choi han:

Before the forest of darkness, it was probably pretty average. Now it's just slightly worse. (Got better with practice) He's not too confident when writing in the Roan kingdom's language

Rosalyn:

It is either neat and tidy because of her time as a princess or it looks like a doctor wrote it, no in-between.

---

Now I disappear for another three months

*poofs away magically*

[e-m-inem]

I have exams so here's what I think the handwriting situation is:

Alfred: There's a chance he wrote the declaration of independence

Bruce, as Brucie: Same as Alfred, but with pzazz y'know? A little glitter, perhaps (literally, a purple glitter pen from Steph)

Bruce, as batsy: there's a reason he types.

Dick: it changes with the weather, type of pen, in and out of suit, type of paper, setting, language- there is no default

Jason: gorgeous cursive but in a 'is a depressed author writing his final revolutionary piece before his death' and not 'man about to make history'.

Cass: literally the most basic ass handwriting ever, it's completely average.

Tim: cursive in a historian/scientist is on the verge of a life changing discovery of the century but nobody believes them

Duke: he has really nice handwriting, but if he doesn't like you he WILL make you struggle to read

Steph: everything is a different size, some letters don't even land on the actual lines.

Damian: In Arabic, he writes like in the tapestries of the Qur'an, in English his handwriting is legible and you can feel his hatred for the language through the ink on the page.

Leslie Thompkins: it takes Tim, Bruce, Constantine, the JLA, titans, yj and pretty much everyone else in the hero scene to figure it out.

Even the rogues got involved.

[luckysalbum]

On TikTok specifically I've seen high school AUs where they make jayce and vi dumb and their handwriting illegible too.

Guess people forgot jayce literally invented hextech and vi isn't dumb tf.

SO THIS IS MINEEE

Jayces handwriting is kinda average, can be messy at times but it's legible. He's also the most organized with his notes (that boy signed every page of his work) he has designated, colour coded notebooks for each subject AND matching files for loose notes and homework.

Vi is 100% an eng lit /history nerd (twin).That girls handwriting is neat similar to Jayce. However she's just like me and sometimes will have gorgeous colourful notes and when she's lazy her notes will look average. However her study notes will be messy and all over the place. She also has one massive semi - organizedfile for everything that adds 2kgs to her schoolbag.

Cait is one of those girls, pretty aesthetic notes, colour coded notebooks and files (jayces influence). Her handwriting is always aesthetic. But she forced herself to learn to write prettily. Her handwriting used to be atrocious as a child.

Viktor is one of those people that doesn't put effort in bc he doesn't have to. He has 2 pens the entire year, his notes are messy. But yk damn well he somehow manages to keep everything organized. School is for learning and he doesn't see why some people bother making their notes pretty so it's one colour all the way through.

Mel has that pretty semi cursive handwriting. She'll use highlighter occasionally but doesn't do too much. Her favourite subject is 100% business studies she's gna start a business or be an investor.

Jinx has 3 notebooks. 1 for when she feels like doing work in other subjects. 2 for technology and physics. It's the only books she has consistent notes in. Her handwriting? Chickenscratch. Which is ironic because you'll see her work for art and it's beautiful, even her lettering will be calligraphy.

(rushing ekkos bc I've gotten lazy)

Ekko is similar to Viktor, he has his notes, he keeps up to date with his work. However being friends with jinx has resulted in his notebooks being decorated with notes and drawings from her. He also has doodles in his notebooks too.

[luvkuvi]

21 – change of mind !

What's so good about him ?!

Scaramouche x reader smau series

synopsis — Your ex boyfriend kuni is in a band called 5wirl and they're pretty well known considering him and his bandmates are still in college but you still hated his guts on how he ended things with you back then in highschool the day before graduation. So whats the best course of action in this situation? make a hate account of him of course.

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The curtain closes and Scara doesn't waste a second running off the stage. Venti's and the other members' shouts fell on deaf ears as he headed backstage ready to somehow find you in the sea of fans.

Honestly, he wanted to cry as soon as you two locked eyes. you looked as beautiful as ever, sure 2 years seems short in hindsight but when Scaramouche noticed the little things that have changed about you — 2 years felt like a long time, a long time without you. 

Hurriedly running to get to you he was stopped in his tracks by his manager which(for clearly obvious reasons) made him pissed. "Just where do you think you're going ?" she raised an eyebrow blocking the only exit. He huffed looking at how close the door was that would lead to the crowd outside. "Going to see someone." 

His manager sighed knowing Scaramouche is stubborn and no matter how much you try to convince him he will do what he wants. "Listen, this will take 5 minutes max." She pointed to the table on the side filled with gifts.

Scaramouche groaned looking at the pile knowing it was going to be some thank you message of sorts. "Just pick one and we can be done." She pinched her nose taking a deep breath, she swears if scara looked a bit uglier she would have kicked him off 5wirl a long time ago.

"Since you are in a hurry you can just pick a gift and follow me and do a solo interview instead of waiting for the others." Scaramouche, despite just heading to the door to leave this alone, picked up a gift. 

"Scara the interviewers are here let's go if you're in a rush" She called out. He followed her holding a completely different gift.

A pink box filled with heart donuts, an average fan gift. Scaramouche wouldn't pay much attention to it but the moment he saw the handwriting and note attached to it he took everything in his body not to throw it on the ground and stomp on it. It read "i told you id come heizou!" – y/n

"I'm not in a rush anymore…ill wait for the guys" 

notes: FINALLY HAD MOTIVATION TO DO THIS YAHAHSHSJKA anyways enjoy the meal idk if the ending counts as a cliffhanger but oh well

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[camthecatchameleon]

cranking the image description out for this one boys

lineups of the Crews from the two Legends of Avantris campaigns I’ve actually listened to with consistency (still not finished with EoM but I’m on 21 so I’m getting there dont worry) + artists notes

Highly suggested that you scroll below the cut for this. (my handwriting is not the best + its small + some hidden design notes too :eyes: )

Image 1: Carnivalé LeCroux (not drawn to scale lmao)

(from left to right)

Hootsie: least fun to draw (Boring shapes) (draw the least). Typically I imagine her as a horned owl owlbear so her canon “eyebrows” flatten out and connect to her neck. I just think it gives her a nice silhouette. Frost: least fun to draw (cat). I’ve been drawing him with Chinese/vaguely East Asian-inspired robes because he’s from the mountail of Yulong and you can’t just give me a place called “Yulong” and expect me NOT to go ham on the east asian inspiriation. (east asian artist here.) Gricko: don’t draw nearly enough, most fun to draw (hair). I gave him a permanent cowlick on his bangs and I think the shapes are nice. Chunks ripped out of his ears are from Hootsie when she was younger and couldn’t control her strength. Kremy: most fun to draw (lizord), draw the most, did the most reference study for. I may love to draw lizards but crocodylidae are so uniquely shaped. Scrolling back through my ouaw posts and you can see I am still getting used to it. Torbek: most inconsistent, stupid machinery doesn’t make sense. The shape of his canisters and the collar with a keyhole both are from the first time I drew him, which was without a reference, and they just. Stuck. Gideon: Big boob indulgence, stupid machinery doesn’t make sense. Drawing him with awkwardly long hair, post-trauma fat, and smile lines is my favorite passtime. His marriage rings are on a necklace because they get in the way of punching clowns. Twig (pre-death): draw the least (can’t figure out her shapes). Drawing her fractured glasses and refracted eye is my favorite time.

Image 2: Witchhunters!! (I think my headcanon height difference is funny)

Shortest to tallest (briggsy and farryn are the same height):

Briggsy: Still figuring out how to depict distinction from Kremy (gator). So far i’ve got more spikes and a thicker neck and thats about it. I’m working on it. Farryn: fun shapes! skinny L. Ever since learning how to draw body fat I’ve never gone back its actually so hard to draw skin-and-bones skinny people now. Marius: least consistent (can’t decide how curly her hair is), armor L. Yes I headcanon he/she marius do you have a problem with that? Bat-like ears because heehoo. I just realized the symbol I drew on his chestplate looks like the Horde symbol from she-ra FUCK can you tell I don’t look at references? Jericho: most fun to draw!!! (draw the most). I like to draw virgil!jericho with four-pointed-star slits instead of just orbs with pupils because I think shapes are fun. Lethica: drew her wrong for WAY too long. I hadn’t paid enough attention to her actual ref and covered up her chest initially I’m so sorry queen. shes so pretty though. Although I do think its infinitely funny to headcanon that she actually looks pretty average. Tall women my beloved. Yorgrim: least drawn, Beard + Big indulgence. No seriously I’ve only drawn him twice. Hes awesome though soft rectangular shapes ftw.

[yuurei20]

【Voice Lines Not Included on EN】

A recent Tumblr ask revealed that it seems two lines might be missing from each character's History Lessons on EN?

They have been compiled here!

Featuring: the out-of-ink pen that Leona might have given Vil for his birthday, Ruggie meowing and more!

Proofreading and corrections by Twitter's wonderful irafuwas, thank you so much!

Thank you also to @bi-panicatthedisco for the ask, @cursedgamerchild for all their amazing work on the Twst wiki and YouTube's riika_tw for the EN lesson uploads that were so much help as a reference!

Screenshots for reference:

Riddle: Reviewing is essential. All my hard work has paid off.

Trey: This is quite a mean-spirited question... Pretty good, right?

Cater: Ah, which is it? Shall we aim for a perfect score?

Ace: Oh no! I completely forgot! This is the most basic of basic ♪

Deuce: Okay, which twin is this...? This is the part I reviewed yesterday!

Leona: Tch...my pen's outta ink. Even a warthog would know the answer to this.

Ruggie: Meow, mraow. Shishishi, it's more or less like this!

Jack: This is difficult... I did well.

Azul: An easy game. This is it for the questions?

Jade: I feel Trein-sensei's gaze. Oh, is this all?

Floyd: Ah, it's the thing sensei was talking about. Hey, this is easy ♪

Kalim: I think I just gave myself a headache... I've heard this somewhere before.

Jamil: This one's a trick question. The average score is...around here, I suppose.

Vil: My handwriting is beautiful as well. Nothing less than a perfect score.

Rook: Everyone has a serious expression. Beauté, if I do say so myself.

Epel: I'll just fill in the blanks for now. I'm good at this topic...I think.

Idia: Rote learning's just a waste of time, isn't it? This is easy mode.

Ortho: I can keep answering~ 100% accuracy

Malleus: A story from before I was born. Too easy.

Lilia: Well, I'd forgotten. I should get a gold star for this.

Silver: Crap...I don't know. Hm, this must be it.

Sebek: Ugh! My pen tip has been crushed! I'll get a perfect score, just you watch!

Grim: I just had an epiphany! Ha ha ha ha!

[canthandlethishit]

Batfam’s handwriting headcanons!!

Alfred (right handed): cursive, normally neat and kind of flowery calligraphic(?) (he usually write the gala, party invitations for worthy guests himself), his notes are written just as neat but the letters are more narrow and tilted to the right.

Brucie (left handed): writes in cursive, bubbly letters, flowery, extravagant with endless numbers of loops and stems, big flourishes (picture light yagami writing) watching him write is a performance itself (near impossible to read, looks like an art piece from afar)

Bruce (self-trained ambidextrous, favors his left though is equally efficient with both hands): rounded print (for notes in reports), and cursive (for personal writings), he’d had some influence from alfred so theres a little extra in his writing like an extra curve, stem (ie: his i’s & t’s got lil hooks, his v as a downward stem at the end), but its overall quite minimalistic and tidy, there’s sufficient force on the paper.

Batman: doesn’t write >:( computer <- duh (if he really has to like idk the riddler forces him to write sth he would in caps block letters very strong straight lines, almost like excessively forced and he also place his pinkie on the pen/pencil to further deter identification, he switches hands every time to keep people off-track)

Dick (trained ambidextrous, favors his right, naturally right-handed until robin): cursive quick and kind of messy but still eligible writing, he’s used to taking quick notes (cop job), his letters are jaded, pointed (ie: his b’s are written like music notes, not rounded). he uses average force when writing (dents the paper but not through multiple pages), his letters’ spacing are nonexistent they overlap a bit, his words narrowly apart.

Jason (circumstantial ambidextrous, favors his right, his left handwriting is still neat, not as pretty as his right’s): cursive, his handwriting experienced several metamorphosis, he was left handed by birth & mother’s teachings, then at school he was taught write right-handedly. His writing was somewhat neat minimally scratchy, letters joined with loops, generous spacing. during his time with bruce he copies writing styles from his favorite authors (look up Jane Austen), Alfred and ends up with a very distinct, tilted to the right, beautiful scripture, some loops (Mary Shelly), long y’s and consonants. Post-death, he still got a nice handwriting, just less of the pizazz, the flare of personality bleeding through ink, its more tamed, still slanted, he doesn’t take as much care to force distribution (calligraphic way) but it just became more subtle, not completely gone.

Cass (ambidextrous, writes left handed): print, when first asked which hand she’d like to learn to write with she chose left, she didn’t learn to write ambidextrously. clean yet a bit weirdly spaced, she dots her i’s and cross her t’s after whole sentences. She likes making capital first letters of her text flowery like brucie’s, its amusing how out of place it looks.

Tim (self-trained ambidextrous, born left handed, writes with both hands interchangeably): cursive, young tim researched on lots of encryption, alternative writing systems. he take notes in shorthand’s, his handwriting is fairly eligible but frequently misses letters from words (ie: handwriting -> hdwritig). his lines are slanted downwards, narrow spacing overall.

Steph (trained ambidextrous, writes right handed, batman’s ambidexterity training for her hadn’t reached handwritings): mixed, her handwriting alternates between really messy and scratchy and more eligible curvy with sharp ends to her words (when writing lift pen up fast, bigger hand movement, picture a tame and hinged light yagami). Her lines tilt upwards from left to right. her writing’s eligibility depends on her mood, what she is writing.

Duke (right handed, trained ambidexterity but opted out of handwriting training): mixed, his letters are rounded and evenly spaced, fairly neat but scrawls when he’s in a rush (makes more sharp loops, longer curls at the ends, more connected words). his letter have thin loops, sometimes subconsciously dots his i’s with crescents. his lines tilt upwards slightly in the middle (he prefer to keep his lines straight so he take notice and fixes them).

Damian (natural ambidextrous, favors his left for arabic and his right for english): cursive, strong neat strokes, clean writing, clear appropriate spacing. its almost a font, print-like from how consistently he writes. His signature on his arts is more rounded with a bit of lilts and curves (the end of his m curve like the symbol for scorpio zodiac sign). His personal diary/journal writing is softer, his paragraphs more densely packed, the first letter of each entry are more ornate than the rest (loops, curves, tiny doodles)

note: handwriting style main variety are these

these headcanons are based on handwritings of people in my life & myself :)! not based on graphology (during my search for specific adjectives and vocabularies i came across some graphology & writing analysis articles and found them to be kind of mean & biased, rude etc so just clarifying im basing these hcs on my friends and family’s)

[total-drama-brainrot]

Alenoah Week 2024: Day 2 - "First Encounter"

... The remaining two submissions, a pair of brothers, stared tauntingly back at him from the photographs in his hands. The photos had been helpfully signed, with the elder brother's displaying his name, "José Burromuerto", in blocky capitals whilst the younger's name, "Alejandro Burromuerto", laced across the printing paper in a pretty cursive. If their respective handwritings weren't anything to go by, their chosen poses for the photos certainly were- and they were all too telling. José's face, all sharp angles and high cheekbones, was pinched into something the latino probably thought was an attractive smoulder, though to Noah it looked more like he was trying (and failing) to hold in a gargantuan fart, but he was otherwise stiff and statuesque in the image. Even his hair, poised into an upwards quiff, looked rigid. It screamed fake. As far as first impressions went, José's was lacklustre at best. In contrast, Alejandro's chosen image was almost playful- and Noah loathed to describe it as such, though he couldn't think of a more fitting term. The younger brother graced the camera with a pair of impishly pouted lips and a wink, throwing up a cheeky peace sign towards the recipient. Long hair, liquid smooth in appearance, cascaded across his shoulders like swirls of coffee, brushing against his caramel skin and framing the vibrant apple green of his eye. (Had the cynic been inclined to continue his chosen semantic field, he might even go so far as to describe Alejandro as a whole snack. But he would never think such a thing.) If Noah didn't know any better, he'd assume that Alejandro was the ditzy sort- especially in comparison to his older brother- but the bookworm was smarter than that. Alejandro's mannerisms in the photo were playful, sure, but far more subdued than your average himbo's behaviour- there was something calculated about his buoyant presence, something carefully constructed. Just as fake as his brother, but something far more intricate and performative. It was... intriguing. He was also, as much as the assistant hated to admit it, unfairly attractive.

Assistant Noah's first encounter with Alejandro; wherein Noah reviews the submissions for Total Drama Dirtbags and has to choose which Burromuerto brother makes the cut. Two guesses as to who he chooses!

Otherwise known as Noah sees Alejandro's submission photo and experiences gay panic.

Bonus! Without the sunglasses:

He's so tired someone please let him rest.

[shikiii-skadi]

What is their handwriting like?

INCLUDES: eren jäger, mikasa ackermann, armin arlert, historia reiss, jean kirstein, annie leonheart, levi ackermann, hanji zoe, erwin smith, pieck finger

WARNINGS: none

NAVIGATION: Attack on Titan Masterlist

Eren Jäger:

4/10 - your average "boy handwriting". It is not pretty, but you are able to read it. Most of the time at least. Makes spelling and grammar mistakes more often than others.

Mikasa Ackermann:

7/10- like everything that Mikasa is doing, her handwriting too is straight to the point. No fancy letters or bows. Just pure neat writing. Has average grammar.

Armin Arlert:

9/10 - very pretty handwriting. It's easy to read. Armin always pays attention to grammar and spelling.

Historia Reiss:

10/10 - not only easy to read but also very fancy. She writes with lots of bows and such, but it's like still easy to make out the words. Her grammar is pretty good as well.

Jean Kirstein:

7/10 - actually has a pretty nice handwriting. He is good at drawing so his hand movement has the perfect momentum when writing. Has average grammar. And you know that Jean would never let Eren live down that his handwriting is prettier than his.

Annie Leonheart:

3/10 - not a nice handwriting. You are not able to read most of it and it doesn't look pretty. But Annie makes spelling and grammar mistakes only sometimes.

Hanji Zoe:

1/10 - not pretty at all. Hanji is a fast writer because she fears she will lose all the thoughts she has if she doesn't write them down as fast as possible. Doesn't look at spelling at all. Sometimes she will begin a sentence but doesn't finish it and instead, it's fused with the next sentence, because her thoughts come faster than her hand can write.

Levi Ackermann:

0/10 - not readable at all. Levi was illiterate for most of his life, so writing isn't easy for him. He puts too much pressure on the tip of the quill causing lots of ink to always spill on the paper. Makes a lot of spelling mistakes and in general writes letters wrong sometimes, for example writing them mirror-inverted or forgetting things.

Erwin Smith:

10/10 - easy to read and nice to look at. Erwin can write fast and it will still look pretty. He is used to writing fast, because of all the paperwork he has to do as commander. Also makes spelling and grammar mistakes only very rarely.

Pieck Finger:

6/10 - her handwriting looks very pretty from a distance but as soon as you try to actually read what she has written down, it's kinda difficult to make out the words and letters. Has average grammar.

[sinnful-darling]

yan! slasher hcs

cws : stalking, grotesque displays of murder, gore, obsessive behavior, bro leaves you rotting fingers in the shape of hearts, literally puts hearts in boxes and leaves it on your bedside table, leaves dead bodies on your doorstep as a way of romancing you, he’s actually your friend,

— yan! slasher who, during the day, was just your average college student. he was in your english class, and with the two of you seated right beside each other, you’d become friends rather quickly.

— yan! slasher who insists on coming to your home to study together. he always has a new excuse…

“i’ve got a rat infestation…”

“there’s this weird neighbor that moved in next door and he’s super creepy. i don’t think you’d be safe there…”

“i left my takeout on the counter for one night and suddenly ive got ants!”

— yan! slasher who initially befriended you to have you as an alibi if he ever slipped up a bit, but ended up actually enjoying your company. as time went on, he found himself falling in love with you and subconsciously monopolizing your time.

— yan! slasher who hates it when you talk to other people. he makes it known in the late hours of the night that no one can interact with you but him. he slaughters them; whether the person is a man or woman doesn’t matter to him. they all deserve to die in the most gruesome and painful way possible for even thinking they can take what was always and will always belong to him.

— yan! slasher who leaves notes on the walls of his victims with his pocket knife, making sure to change his handwriting. its always related to you, and slowly everyone but him leaves.

— yan! slasher who is secretly proud of his work, smirking internally when you receive fearful glances and people dart around you like scared sheep.

— yan! slasher who begins to leave you hands of his victims, leaving them on your bedside table or nailed to the walls with the fingers arranged in a heart shape.

— yan! slasher who leaves pretty gifts for you on your doorstep or your kitchen table. he makes sure it’s not something you’ve told him so it’s not obvious that it’s him. just basic gifts that anyone would like.

— yan! slasher who tucks your hair behind your ear when you’re sleeping. he stays there for hours after finishing off another victim— just admiring the way your chest rises and falls with each breath you take. he loves how vulnerable you look.

— yan! slasher who also likes to leave you a little present on your doorstep every so often… mostly when people begin to get more comfortable with you again. he’ll leave the body of a victim on your doorstep or hanging in a tree where you can see it, viscera coating the pavement and entrails strung about and spelling out letters. typically ILY or PRETTY :))

— yan! slasher who is just so obsessed with you. he can’t give you his own heart, but he’ll do it if you ask him. until that day comes, he gifts you the hearts of people you care about!! how romantic is that?

— yan! slasher who absolutely adores you and will do any and everything to have you to himself <33

[pinazee]

First season wrap up:

Okay, to start, i should mention my general opinion on first seasons for shows, especially cable shows, is not to read too much of it as canon. The writers, producers, actors- everyone- are all trying to figure out what works and what doesn’t, so i give them latitude, particularly when it conflicts with later seasons. That being said, i do enjoy jumping through the hoops to make it all fit haha

So heres a few leftover notes i had as i revisited the eps to rank them:

I bet part of Lassie was craving the father figure in Henry, since we find out later his own father passed away when he was quite young. I wonder if thats part of the reason why he became a cop, as they are portrayed as the protectors and in the 80’s they were mainly men (i don’t really remember if he states his reason later, i suspect he did and im just not remembering). So when Henry didn’t meet up to the expectation he had in his mind, i bet it hurt a little more as it reminded him of what he lost :/

I think the other reason Shawn plays dumb so much, besides hiding his genius so ppl believe hes psychic, or for laughs, is because its how he gets people talking. Like in Shawn vs. the red phantom, he purposely guessed the wrong room number so the boys would correct him. My apologies if someones pointed this out before, i haven’t combed through the internet for everyone’s theories 😬 i only now noticed. I’m not the quickest at picking these things up lol

If i had to guess, Shawn didn’t want to be a cop for halloween, he probably wanted to be something star wars related to go with Gus’s Lando. So i wonder at what age Shawn stopped trying to please his dad. But also, why didn’t his mother ever stand up for him?? I’ll come back to her later -_-

I somehow missed it the first time, but shawn clearly asked Gus to come to the dinner and Gus even points out that it was a big deal for henry to reach out. Soo, yeah, shawn obviously didn’t wanna be alone with his dad, and even henry seemed nervous about it as hes pretty drunk.

Shawn has a right to be afraid of pointy things, his dad hid his easter eggs under glass when he was 6! Not to mention he later gets stabbed 3 times! (Also its just a legitimate fear???)

So far the list of Shawns knowledge (things i wouldn’t expect an average person to know) includes (beyond the obvious observational skills, deductive reasoning, reading people (poker), and all things police (marksmanship, police codes, etc.)):

Incredible spatial and physical reasoning skills (knowing how much money could fit in the duffle bag, knowing to rotate the water pitcher to catch the reflection from the tv)

Kurt Vonnegut (well, I didn’t know who he was at least)

How to spell aggiornamento (and probably all words because of his photographic memory)

Handwriting expert

Casually spoke and understood german

Has every road he’s driven mapped in his brain, and likely all of Santa Barbara

Familiar with paint (enough to know to mix latex enamel for no messy drips)

Animal tracks (i went back and forth on this but ultimately decided he must have known what to look for)

And heres a list of Gus’s niche interests:

Forensics

Spelling bee

Safe cracking

Historic rifles

Comic books

Astronomy (even though he was going to the planetarium for the girl)

Law

Local tennis

Online poker

Lastly, Ive decided instead of ranking them, im putting them in tiers. I feel like too many of them are hitting at the same level and I can’t differentiate:

Sweetest, Juiciest Golden Pineapple Tier

Scary Sherry, Biancas toast (ohmygod i just got the biancas toast 🤦🏽‍♀️)

Blue Psych Logo Tier

Weekend warriors

Forget me not

From the earth to starbucks

Poker? I hardly know her! (Sorry @pineapple-psychic!)

Pepto Bismo Pink Tier

Spelling bee

Pilot

She loves me, she loves me not, she loves me oops hes dead

Who ya gonna call?

Shawn vs the red phantom

Oops Canadian Flag Tier

Cloudy with a chance of murder

9 lives

Game set muuurder

Speak now or forever hold your piece

Woman seeking dead husband, smokers okay, no pets

[coke-whore]

Hey, can I request a J.D. x fem!reader where when he comes to the school as the new kid, she’s the character who gets his attention? He watches her from afar and joins clubs that he doesn’t participate in so he can learn more about her? He becomes her lab partner which comes with a few projects that take place at home (his) or public library where he admires her while she works

#heathersrequest

I changed the plot a little because I had some serious writing block, but I hope you enjoy!

Take Me Out

𝜗𝜚 - j.d x fem!reader

𝜗𝜚 - fluff?

𝜗𝜚 - mentions of death, light stalking

ღ - a/n: if you couldn't tell by now I have a thing for psychopaths. In my defense cinema makes them too hot.

"so if you're lonely, you know I'm here waiting for you"

Westerburg high. It was no different from your average high school. The asshole jocks, the noisy cafeteria, the teachers who seemed like they practically ran on coffee as if it was the only thing keeping them from a mental breakdown. And then of course the clique of popular girls; the last ingredient in the wonderful dish we call a classic high school. The only minor difference this particular group had from almost every other flock of popular girls you would ever come across was that the girls all shared the same name- Heather.

You weren't very fond of them, not that anyone really was but something about Heather Duke drew people in. Whether it was her terrifying demeanor or her 'won't take no for an answer' attitude you weren't sure. Either was it had crowned her queen bee along with her sidekicks Heather, Heather and later on, Veronica. There were times you questioned whether or not they all changed their names to match as a group but when Veronica came into the picture you decided against it. You really never knew why Veronica had joined the Heather's little gang, but friendships come and go so you assumed it was only natural that she would eventually drift away from Betty Finn. You had just never thought it would be with the Heather's of all people.

Veronica had this unique skill where she could write anything in anyone's handwriting. It was the type of skill you would have found yourself bragging about back in elementary school ── not that the Heathers viewed it that way. In their perspective this was the perfect ability for them to use to make whoever was next on their list the biggest laughingstock at Westburg High. And of course, they struck again humiliating poor Martha in the cafeteria the other day in front of everyone. The girl had run out crying, probably finding someplace to ditch for the rest of the day.

The Heathers never paid much mind to you. It wasn't that you were invisible; if anything, you were very outgoing, but you were nowhere near upstaging Heather Chandler and therefore were not deemed as a threat. The Heathers have a certain pattern for their targets── If you're a lonely nobody they could care less. If you're a lonely nobody that stands out on the other hand, well then you better start praying. Now if you're pretty the Heathers might ignore you or try to recruit you. But if you were to even come close as to overshadow Heather Chandler you might as well just have a big red bull's eye painted on your forehead.

Which brings us to you. If anyone had been asked to describe you, they would probably hesitate for a moment. You weren't necessarily part of any of the cliques, yet you were often seen surrounded by various friends. So, if a person was not part of a specific group what would that make them? You weren't a Heather that's for sure, but you weren't a nerd or an art freak or a cheerleader either. You were part of different clubs, but you weren't part of their fully fledged group. To most this would've been a small, meaningless, insignificant detail but it caught the eye of a certain dark-haired boy.

Jason Dean had just moved to Sherwood Ohio but what else was new. When your dad owned a demolition company you had to move all over the country. Starting at a new high school was nothing new to him and neither were the people. People tend to think that they're 'one of a kind' but in reality, everyone's the same. Maybe you might like a different movie than someone else, or maybe you just have a different hobby── but at the end of the day they all have the same boring mentality. No one can ever see the bigger picture, even if they think they can, they end up viewing it from a small window instead of breaking down the entire fucking wall. To J.D this was a tiresome subject, but it made people all the easier to manipulate. People are expandable; it's easy to throw them away after you've gotten what you wanted from them, save the special few of course.

You had successfully caught J. D's attention.

The following periods after lunch consisted of him asking around about you, subtly of course as not to draw attention to himself. All the intel he had managed to gather pointed to one fact── you were a mystery. A nerd yet popular.

According to some blonde in his history class, who he couldn't be bothered to remember the name of, you were part of the school's cheer team and were very close friends with the captain, who he later discovered was the brunette he had seen in the cafeteria. If you were a member of the cheer team, why would you have turned down the offer to sit with them? The question nagged at him while the teacher continued droning on about whatever historical event, they were currently learning about so naturally he did some more digging.

His next period was English and oh, he must be Gods favorite because sitting right in the front row desk was a girl he had seen you conversating with in the hallway. She was a bit nerdy looking, hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, wearing a tacky looking sweater and glasses to tie the whole ensemble together. He started some small talk playing on the new kid card, casually bringing you up during a certain topic and── "Oh her? Yeah, she's in the book club with me. Crazy to think a cheerleader of all people would hang out with girls like me huh." the girl had said with a small laugh.

Bingo.

So, you were in some book club which if the information he was given is correct, was being held today at the library after school hours. The blonde he had spoken with earlier had mentioned today being a free day with no cheer practice, so it was guaranteed he would be able to find you in the library after school. J.D couldn't help the smile that crept across his face.

And with that the boy set off to the library, strategizing on how to approach you. He needed to leave an impression; something that would leave you thinking about him. You didn't seem like the type to talk to nobodies. Then again you were in a fucking book club so perhaps he was wrong.

The hallway seemed like it was never ending, Jason thought to himself as he continued on to the door marked 'library'. There was no way it was always this long whenever he went to class, had it somehow changed in the one hour he had been in History? No, that's bullshit and you know it. It's just one of those 'a watched pot will never boil' type of situation.

Once he had (finally) made it to the library he was ecstatic. The large space was quiet apart from the occasional rustle of a page turning or the scribble of pencil on paper. Not many people wished to spend their afternoon at a school library, so you were relatively easy to spot. You sat at a desk near the very corner, tucked away like some secret treasure he had yet to discover. You appeared more relaxed reading here by yourself than you did when he had seen you at the cafeteria or in the hallway. It was a shame he had to break that atmosphere, but sacrifices must be made for the greater good.

He took long strides across the room closing in on you as a lion would while hunting its prey. He got a few curious glances from the small number of bystanders in the spacious room, but they were nothing more than pawns in J.D's mind. Just as this was nothing more than another game of chess he had yet to win.

"Greetings and salutations."

You looked up to be met with a handsome looking guy with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. 'You can always tell a person by their eyes' that's what your grandma would tell you as she braided your hair. "What do you mean nana?" little you would ask, and she would just chuckle in that sweet way old people did. "Well sugar you could meet the happiest man in the world, but you take a look at 'is eyes 'n and you could see a whole storm of hurt. Cause eyes never lie. No siree, no matter how good you can fib." and you would turn to look at her in amazement at this little secret. "Really?" you would ask in a hushed whisper. She smiled in a way her wrinkles drew deeper, making the aging lines in her face more prominent. "Really. Don't you ever forget it. Now let's go to bed hun it's getting late."

And you never did forget it. You peered into mystery man's eyes until you decided that he was like Oenanthe. On the surface he was perfectly normal, he even had what some would call a charming persona, but you knew better. You could see the storm that raged on the inside.

You set your book down and smiled "Normal people usually say hello y'know" you said as your gaze flickered over him.

This took him by surprise.

Not your response but the fact you were studying him. He was used to getting odd, lingering looks from people, but you were looking at him like he looked at other people. It was unnerving and fascinating, and he couldn't help the smile that ticked at the corner of his mouth. "Well what fun would it be being just like everyone else?" he said as his lingering gaze drifted to the book you had set aside. You followed his gaze and slotted a piece of torn notebook paper as a bookmark substitute and snapped it shut. You clicked your tongue and let a grin take over your questioning features "No fun at all mystery man." He chuckled and extended his hand, "Jason Dean, but you can call me J.D" he informed you with his trademark grin as you took his hand to shake. They were soft and warm, and lingered for a second longer than they had to. The dark haired boy cleared his throat before plopping down on the chair next to you. "So, uh, whatcha reading?" he asked, and you turned towards him. "Pet Semetary by Stephen King." you responded, grabbing the book to show him the cover. He looked over at the dark illustrations drawn onto the cover as his hands reached towards the book for a closer look. "Right, right cause of your little book club." he said as he flipped through the pages, skimming across the printed letters.

Maybe she’ll learn something about what death really is, which is where the pain stops, and the good memories begin. Not the end of life but the end of pain.

Now this line really caught his eye. This is exactly what he was looking for. This is what he had tried to tell Veronica who couldn't seem to accept the fact that all those suicides were a mercy. She never did come around, but he just had a gut feeling you would. He saw something in you. Something he saw in himself too. You had potential and God, if he wasn't going to help you achieve it.

"I mean, yeah, it's for book club but I chose this one. Stephen King's my favorite author." you grinned as you tore your gaze away from his and back to the book. His tongue swept over his chapped bottom lip as he hummed out a "really?" Your eyes lit up in an enthusiastic way, eager to speak about one of your passions. "Yeah, the way he writes just draws you in y'know what I mean? And it always reflects on human nature or society and it's just so fun to read. Like your brain just gets sucked into the story." The way you lit up at the mere fact that someone was willing to listen to you blabber on about some book was so adorable to J.D he couldn't bite back his smile. "So, then what's this book all about then. What's it reflect huh?"

Dear lord you were ecstatic; you've never really had anyone you were able to discuss this book with. Not in depth at least. It was true there were in fact other members in the book club but more often than not, you found their opinions extremely one sided and quite frankly, a bit boring. But J.D seemed hooked on your every word, and you couldn't be more grateful towards a guy you had just met. "Well Pet Semetary really reflects on people's outlook on life and death. How we perceive it, what religion and science have to do with it, how our brains accept it. It just lets you reflect on all that and it leaves you questioning shit."

You looked up at him with bright eyes and a hopefully expression. You looked as if you had just won the lottery and were waiting for your check to arrive. J.D cocked his head and flashed you a charming grin that seemed to come to him so naturally it left you wondering if he really was as perfect as he looked.

Eyes are the window of the soul

"Well, speaking of science-" he started speaking, "I need a lab partner 'n I figured since we're, uh, already acquainted you'd be the perfect candidate." he looked up from the now forgotten book to raise an eyebrow at you as if saying, 'so how 'bout it?'

You bit your lip weighing the pros and cons. Sketchy new kid with psychopath potential. The possibility of some type of chaotic event. You already knew Heather Chandler so what was one more crazy person? You rested your chin on the palm of your hand, "Alright Mr. Dean. I'll indulge you." you teased with an undertone of playfulness.

And so, J.D smiled. Smiled because if there was anything better than a cherry slushie it was you. Because you were going to fix this fucked up world together.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Fantasies, Reality and Desire

Michael Gavey x fem!reader

warning : masturbation (m), drugs/alcohol, obsession, stalking, no use of Y/n, Michael is a creep (kind of incel but not really)

Summary : Fantasies of a fellow student he couldn't get rid of and didn't want to, the reality that he's a loser and she's one of the richest you can be and the desire he desired her but did she desire him? In the end, what was the truth that Michael saw and what was the bitter reality?

Info : After a long time something for Michael the sweet even if I initially had something shorter in mind it came here to much fun reading ;)

cover from me

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Fantasies can be many things Fantasies that you will graduate with an impeccable grade point average and perhaps be the best in your class. Fantasies can be about the future, a good job with lots of money, maybe lots of friends…but most of all, fantasies can make you see the world as more beautiful than it actually is.

Above all, fantasies were also there for when thoughts, stress and life become too much. If you were a loser, a misunderstood genius who was the best at maths in any subject and outperformed even the professor who was teaching him at the time.

The bespectacled man whose blue-green eyes looked at the maths book on the desk in front of him knew that most of his ‘students' minds were not on him, he knew he was wasting his time on these stupid ones but it was just too tempting, at least in his mind, to be above them when he was teaching them and could give each one a bad mark in turn because they didn't get it anyway.

But when he looked up again, he saw her, the girl of his fantasies, the fellow classmate who always looked at him and smiled at him.

She wanted to tell him something like, I'm watching you, please go on for me Michael he could almost hear her voice and he always smiled back a slight almost mischievous nervous smile and pushed up his glasses.

He always gave her a better grade he studied her handwriting felt the paper between his hands and from the way she smiled cutely, her pretty eyes looking at him and her elegant handwriting she was everything to him in this class.

Above all, he remembered a moment it was the week before the first important exams everyone was still trying to get into his head, cheat or bribe but his angel came to him.

She came to him after class and sat down on his table, her gaze showing no disgust and he felt himself cringe when her body was so close. He had always just watched her or seen her and had only ever met her by chance at parties, in the bar or in the library.

She had always been nice to him. Once she had even ordered him a shot that night in the bar and he had wanted to thank her for everything, but in reality he had only managed a stuttered, ,,T-Thank you".

But when she sat in front of him, her skirt pushed up even higher and the black fabric of her knee-high socks clung to her soft thighs, the tasks he was supposed to go through with her seemed completely uninteresting.

It was the day of the afternoon that had burnt itself into his brain when he first felt her against him, her ,,Thank you Michael, you're the best" made him blush and he froze when he suddenly felt her arms around him.

The sweet earthy smell of her perfume that he knew embarrassingly stood in his nightcap he knew exactly what he was doing was wrong that he was truly a loser who had a chance in his imagination.

But this fantasy that she liked him mingled with the reality of feeling her body on him for a moment only to stand there like a pathetic outsider, almost unworthy of her but she was everything.

,,You should come to my party this Saturday to relax after the exam," these words were still echoing in his head as he made his way back to his room in the late afternoon, having thought about going to the party all week. Oliver wouldn't be there, it was the first weekend of the holidays and it was the party before everyone went back to their homes.

Whereas home was more of a millionaire mansion and Michael was studying here as usual and looking around the city a bit…maybe he would finally dare to go to the red districts…maybe it was better to face the reality that he would never lose his virginity to his dream girl.

My angel…she doesn't pay me any attention when I pretend and yet…she's just so kind he thought to himself and had to think back to the moment of the hug he knew in reality it was just a gesture but his emotions, his fantasies, this hope in his sick heart, his mind that wouldn't let him rest twisted everything.

Every look was for him, the smile was for him when she crossed her legs a moment too long and he could only catch a glimpse of her underwear but it was for him, the hug as her breasts pressed against his torso.

It was the same thoughts that haunted him when he saw her on his bed, the tingling in his groin increasing as he closed the door and drew the curtains, almost paranoid, but this fantasy mixed with the reality that he was kinky and his desire for her made him want to do his thing in secret.

His room almost became a place of shame, she would come here and smell her perfume, see her lost top after swimming in his drawer next to the photos. Photos he had taken since the first day, photos in all positions and photos that were on his mobile phone, photos that he had pulled from his laptop.

Videos he had taken with his own laptop camera, it was easy for a genius like him to hack them. Another disgusting thing and yet what could he do? when he had lost himself to her with everything.

His fantasies were with her, his harsh reality was with her and his desire was for her. Was it his fault if he desired her when she smiled at him so kindly and was so pretty that it came to such a thing again?

He had to reach for those pervy recordings, his glasses slipped down slightly and it only took his own shame to feel the tug in his groin and the tightness of his boxers as his body began to react to the video faster than he would have liked.

It was harmless, just showing her coming back in the evening he looked at her unifomr again and went to her thighs and wished he could cuddle her in front of him and just wanted to touch her.

,,You must be so soft," he murmured, feeling himself swallow hard, his hand moving over his centre a few times, stroking his hardness lightly, and he shuddered, imagining his imagination showing him slowly removing her clothes.

The buttons of her shirt which sometimes showed him her bra through the bright white, how the dark fabric of her bra hid her breasts and on cold days he could see how she tried to cover her slightly hard nipples with her arms.

,,Wonderful," he whispered as he saw her slip the shirt off and his fingers wander over her torso, grazing her soft smooth skin and kissing any birthmarks, scars and stretch marks if she would let him.

She was a goddess, her body was everything and he would give anything to disappear between her thighs, to put his lips on hers and finally have her listen to him, a muffled moan escaping him as his thumb ran over the tip of his thigh, a twitch going through his hips and he wanted more of the pleasure.

He got out of his trousers and underwear, unbuttoned his red shirt as the room slowly became too warm and his glasses slipped slightly as he lay down on his bed, his eyes showing remorse as he reached for his bedside cabinet.

,,If only I were with you,’ he murmured, looking up from the video that was still playing and she had taken off her bra by now, he let out a pathetic whimper as his movements quickened and he saw her breasts in the dimmed light and felt the urge to touch them.

Letting his fingers massage the soft flesh Are you sensitive? Threw me for sure he thought to himself the hint of a smile which was followed by another grunt and moan as his fingers ran over the sensitive tip again he turned on his side and held the phone closer in front of him.

Watching her elegant fingers run over her body, looking at her breasts, he saw her say something he wished she wanted him to say, but that wasn't the reality.

Running his tongue over his dry lips he wished he could kiss her, taste her as she slipped out of her skirt and he saw the light-coloured panties with the lace he also knew.

When she played tennis in sports with her friends, he was always there at the window with a camera, behind a wall with binoculars, or on the court with his tasks and his eyes.

He took in everything he got from her and the image that presented itself to him, his hips moving rhythmically towards his hand. He knew the video would only go on for a few minutes while he looked at her body and she would change her clothes, but it was also a moment worth savouring.

Another twitch of his cock as she sat down on the bed and he could almost look at her centre, if only the fabric hadn't blown...if he hadn't been such a disgusting pervert it wouldn't make him so lustful.

So he gripped the mobile phone even tighter, held the top he had taken sprayed with perfume to his nose and greedily took in her scent, closed his eyes, gave in to his desire and groaned into the garment a few moments later, spilling himself into his hand.

Giving his high a moment before he turned on his back, breathing heavily he put her top aside and adjusted himself into a sitting position before reaching for the tissue box and cleaning himself adjusting his glasses and picking up new clothes with a sigh of satisfaction and shame.

He had done it again, had given in to his fantasies again, had taken her and made her his again, had touched her body and inhaled her scent like a lecher.

His slightly sticky hand rebuffed him, it wasn't hers, it wasn't her who had fondled him, he hadn't come inside her, he couldn't put his lips on her body...it was all just his disgusting fantasy. Fantasy is not reality he thought and threw the tissue into the garbage can with the others before looking at the clock and seeing that the party was starting.

But he felt the desire inside him that he should have just satisfied telling him to go there, that he could see her, dancing, drunk, maybe she would need help, maybe she would lean on him, maybe he would feel her body against his.

Michael Gavey knew he had fantasies, obsessive fantasies, he knew the reality was sad and scary but he knew his desire was stronger and he would go out with the camera, his cell phone and a pair of gloves if he accidentally let something go because in the end he was just the weird math nerd Michael Gavey to her and not her stalker since she started at Oxford University.

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