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Ived recently Benchwatch all of race to the Edge, which in turn gave me the motive to redraw some old httyd design is did back then!

Omg new brush discovered- new art style tiem-

Don’t mind me just practicing and trying a new style-

This south African man is a ray of sunshine. Is a green thumb man with a cute addiction to journalism and scarp booking.

Jasmine is a rich girlie but a humble one. A total fashionista. A cute spicy white Russian girlie.

Alice is a shiny brown skinned babe from Australia 🦘. Her name is Lorena 😵‍💫💯. She is a bit of a wild card and free spirit 😉.

Hi!!! I loved the fifth chapter of Rakul and the third chapter of Shimsiam. I'm so happy that you are writing them, and I'm always excited when I see you upload a new chapter 🥰 I was wondering what stories inspired you to start writing about demons. Can you recommend some? 👀

Hello and thank you so much for the Ask! While I can’t think of any one story that inspired my Demon original characters, in my notes from 1/31/22 just over one year ago, I reference a few movies as story and place inspirations: Maleficent, Legend (1985), and The Last Unicorn. I’d written a little over 1k of a story, inspired by the dark and romantic lyrics of the song “The Killing Moon”, about a demon Thrawn who finds a teenage girl, Elise (female Eli) in the forest, captures and seduces her, then takes her to the Black Fortress as an offering to the evil Demon King there (demon Emperor Palpatine), but in the last minute lets Elise escape from the rest of the demons and he is imprisoned. Elise helps him escape his prison cell, but she is severely injured and near death as he flies her away from the Fortress. So there are several elements of that story that DID end up becoming part of Rakul, but that specific story is one of my few truly abandoned ideas. And it was reborn into Rakul and the sequel to Rakul, which will feature demon Thrawn and demon Thrass, as well as Elise as female Eli once again (which is at least half written, but the exact ending point is undetermined at the moment). That sequel was begun on Feb. 2, 2022, and the first chapter of Rakul was begun Feb. 23, 2022 and published on AO3 2/25/22. Anyway, most of the inspiration for all of these stories was simply some dark song lyrics and a certain mood. I actually didn’t start reading a lot of romance novels until later in 2022, and I actually haven’t read any demon stories like mine before, so there isn’t any specific novel I could recommend that inspired my demons unfortunately.

Finally, there IS a very lovely romantic fanfic about demon!Thrawn and human Eli already on AO3:

a bit of original content! I finally drew myself for the “Meet the Artist” thing c: just if you’re curious how I look like or you want to know some personal stuff

Y'all, It's finally time! I'm on page 159, with 20+ chapters, and I'm here to tell you... The first chapter is edited and ready to be read! Please do bear with me, as this was written probably 2 or 3 years ago, but I hope you enjoy! Now, with no further ado, read on below!

@queen-of-hobgobblers @deadandgaysetanta @redkarmakai

Chapter 1

Florentine

"So, the wounded hero finally dares to stand, eh? I'm almost impressed" the sneer in his words is unmistakable, though my vision seems impaired. My muscles quiver as I rise to face him. Muddy droplets drip from some long-forgotten wound. A sharp, excruciating pain flashes through my leg, centering around my kneecap. I brush it off, because I have to. I have a duty, and what am I if not successful? Who am I if I can’t even protect these people who venerate me? I stand and turn to face my attacker, steel in my heart and fire in my eyes. Their smirk ignites a simmering mix of hatred and envy. Why should they be the one to walk away with their life intact? Why don’t they have to sit and suffer in silence as their other half climbs a ladder so tall that the gods in the sky must crane their heads merely to catch a passing glimpse? Rage pulses behind my eyes, begging for cruel release.

Everything's red. His hand. The ground. The blood red dagger, forsaken long before. The sky. I can't think, can’t hear, can’t see. All that runs in my head is what went wrong. It was fine, we were fine. Everything was good. We were peaceful. Until that day. That horrid day that ripped us apart and set us on our separate, yet morbidly entwined, paths. A voice drones in the background, that one that haunts my dreams and comforts my nightmares. The ground shakes, morphing the landscape. The sky turns black and the trees fluctuate with a wonderlandian determination. The ground twists and tumbles in my eyes, falling away as I attempt to push myself up. My hands scrabble against the softening dirt and I let a grunt escape my lips. His thunderous eyes pierce my heart when his head whips toward me. His mouth moves, but the words don’t register in my ringing ears at first.

I launch myself toward his misty figure. He's waiting, baiting me. I know this. But some things are more important than playing a game. My fist flies past its mark on my first try. A haunting chuckle infuriates me further. I press him, swinging my fists with less accuracy, but I fight harder and harder, I strike and coax more and more and more until he's backed against a wide-trunked oak, trapped between wood and flesh. Blood, beautiful, glorious, shimmering blood, floods down his face as I stand triumphant over theim. Their previous courage dissipates faster than the winds he tries to command. Finally, I hold all the cards. I can be the one to finish a fight, the one to leave them broken, cowering on the ground, weak and worthless in the eyes of the once adoring, now cautious public.

My eyes shut, as a way to preserve this perfect, wonderful scene in my memory. I open them, punching in front where he should be, but the scenery has changed. No longer am I in a mournful wood, surrounded by splintered trees and freshly slaughtered rodents, but rather a village. Run-down huts flood my peripheral, and a young boy looks up at me. He grins, and I stumble back at the mania in his eyes and the blood on his teeth. His golden hair is matted, but his shoes shine with care and polish and his hands have never known a day of work.

"Hey, mister! That was one nice punch you got there! Look, it even made me bleed!" The bloodlust in his eyes is unmistakable, and I collapse to my knees while my younger self drones on about my attack. It was all a dream. Just a dream. Always so close, and yet they’re always one step further. The town is still decrepit, the villain is still on the loose, and I'm still the one to blame for it all. The one who let him go, let him break me a thousandfold just for a sense of my past life. How?! How could I have been so blind?! So…

The sound of my voice breaks the trance of misery and I allow tears to flood my face, my all-too-real facial incisions burning. The sobs that wrench from my body surprise even myself with the desperate plea behind it. My screams are swirling and writhing with the pain that only a truly tortured soul can contain. Horrid, deep sobs wrack my body while thorny vines, red as blood, climb up my shuddering form. The pain cuts me to the bone, but I don’t care. It grounds me. No, what I beg for is a floundering force of strength who long since abandoned me. I scream, louder than I ever have, louder than I thought I could. Even when the tears stop flowing, dry, throaty sobs and screams rack my soul and the vines tighten, clasping at my throat. Air. I need air. There's no air. A name, unintelligible, shrieks out of my mouth. I cry for him, want him, need him. I need their kind eyes, the prim distaste they hold for everyone but me. I need his voice, his heart, his love and lust. My lone earring, a silver, triadic swirl, dangles. It shines as if a beacon might, glowing with false promises. The vines know what I want, what I need. They guide my hand, tearing the piece of jewelry down, flinging it, getting lost in the heartbreak of first love, first trust, and first pain. The screams have become comforting. I know them. I know pain, and I welcome it. Grey shadows creep into my sight, and I gladly welcome them, too. They encompass my vision, and I lean into the cold, slate shadows, reminiscent of stones chilled by a frosty winter air.

"USELESS!"

I've reached page 143, so the time to vote is nigh: once I reach 150, do you guys want

So, I officially reached 150 pages... I will post the first chapter, but should I post it completely as is, no beta read, no edits, or should i go in and refine it?

@deadandgaysetanta @queen-of-hobgobblers @redkarmakai @sherikookami

I've reached page 143, so the time to vote is nigh: once I reach 150, do you guys want

I think I'll post, like, the first five or so chapters once I hit 150 pages. What do you all think? Currently on page 130.

@deadandgaysetanta @queen-of-hobgobblers @sherikookami

You all voted and the most popular was... By decision of a random name generator due to a three way tie... ADIRA AKELDAMA!

WARNING!!! LONG POST AHEAD!!! PROCEED WITH CAUTION AND TIME!!!

Adira is the queen of the Syren Born Fae. She grew up with her triplets Ethan and Seraphina in the woods near Amalraum. She is close friends with Kaimanas Aurelius, though she'd rather Florentine, Kaimana's brother, die in a rather gruesomely violent manner.

When she was 10, she left with Ethan, her brother, to go to royal training in their respective kingdoms. She became the military leader and Queen of the Syren Queendom, Azura. Her brother went on to become King of the Dustborn kingdom, the Laurel Valley.

She resents Florentine and Zephyre for killing her sister. In fact, about three years after Seraphina's passing, she declared war on Amalraum. The only reason this war didn't come into fruition was because Kaimana asked her oh so nicely.

She is currently single.

Her most precious item is a black opal seraphina found for her when they were kids. Ethan set it into her Signet ring.

She was born on May 16th.

She's always losing her trident, she's a vegetarian, and she loves listening to classical music, whale songs, opera, and some death metal(but only Scandinavian and Indian).

Her deepest fears are harpoons, drowning, and losing the people closest to her.

She is 27 years old.

Below is her profiles⬇️

@deadandgaysetanta @queen-of-hobgobblers @redkarmakai @sherikookami

Y'all, I actually wrote for a bit today?! Like, what? Not me actually being creative 😂🙌 anyway... I swear the character post is happening soon, thank you to everyone for your patience 💞

@deadandgaysetanta @queen-of-hobgobblers

Hey, I am so sorry that my post for The Ones Who Hurt is taking so long! I'm working on another project right now, and I'm really trying to balance the two, but idk how well of a job I'm doing 😂

I'll try to post who won in a week or two, thank you for the patience 🙏 in the meantime, I'll share a snippet of what I'm currently working on 🤫

Teehee

It was. A fucking. FOUR WAY TIE?! WHY DO YOU ALL HATE ME???? I'm just gonna put the four names in a random generator and get back to you with what y'all are getting

Alright, attempt #2:

We got a three-way tie last time, so I'm hoping this one is gonna gain a bit more traction! So, for the second time: who do you all want to see first?

@deadandgaysetanta @queen-of-hobgobblers @redkarmakai

Awesome, great to see this! Now that that's settled, who would you want to learn more about first?

@deadandgaysetanta @queen-of-hobgobblers @redkarmakai

@deadandgaysetanta @queen-of-hobgobblers

@deadandgaysetanta @queen-of-hobgobblers

So, over the course of four-ish hours, I just handwrote 38 pages of a short story... My hand is going to fall off 😭😭😭

But I'm going to type it up soon, and I might link it to my profile... I'm not sure though.

It's a prequel to my long-term novel I'm currently writing. The short story is nameless so far, but the novel is called The Ones who Hurt, and it just recently hit 100 pages! It's a high fantasy novel about a cowardly superhero, an empathetic ex-villain, a bisexual human, a very sapphic queen, three undead-ish assassins, Fae royalty, a historic mystery, a suspicious cult, and a whole lot of family drama.

If anyone would be interested in reading the short story and potentially excerpts from the novel as it gets written, please comment or DM me. Please reblog this and interact with it, I really would love more author and reading friends! :]

@unmellowyellowfellow @queen-of-hobgobblers @deadandgaysetanta

I miscalculated my ability to write an entire movie in a week, and also my ability to work on multiple projects at once with my ADHD 🤣🤣🤣

So I will be not working on Vicky F and Creepy C until my novel is completed, hopefully (with the rate I'm going) by the end of the school year. On that note, I finally reached 100 pages!!! Out of three hundred, I might have a significantly longer book than expected 😂 wish me luck 🥹🥲🤪🫡🫨🤞

Hallelujah

Is there truly a religion?

I always question myself about my religion.

What do I believe in? At first I thought I was catholic but in reality my relatives practiced the orthodox religion and pushed me to do the same. Then my grandpa believed in the muslim theories and my father too. My mother claimed to be an orthodox. As time passed by, she realised something very strange; all religions believe in one thing: God. And it is true.

My family’s culture in fact is pagan. My hometown’s population was and still is based in paganism. We are patriotic and we believe in our town. We believe that there’s a God but we don’t practice religions. Perhaps, we never had a religion. Conquests influenced our population and culture, imposing a new emphasis of social differences and new words on our language. Our language was and still is un religious. It’s hard to believe I know, but that’s how it is. In our language the only thing we had was “God”.

That’s why I don’t have a faith. Or perhaps, my only faith is my consciousness.

Was it all a way to fool people’s mind from finding out the truth of Earth’s origins and history?

Or was it all true?

I just know that I don’t believe in any religion. I believe in God and myself.

Do I respect other religions and faiths or beliefs? Of course I do. Who am I to neglect their existence? I shall respect but not only, I ought to study them because their historical behaviors amaze our provenience. We are human beings that without religions’ existence we wouldn’t know what we are.

Is there more to know about our existence? Of course there is.

Do they want us to know about them? Of course not. You’d be a fool to believe otherwise.

And why, when I listen to Jeff Buckley’s song, I feel deeply touched? I am uncertain.

Is art somehow connected to religion?

Or is God connected to art?

It’s completely complicated. How can a mere person come and claim to know how to respond to these questions? Are you that much of a fool to think that we are allowed to ask of this thematics?

Nonetheless, I will continue praying at difficult times.

Thunder only comes when it’s raining.

Recap: Katerina Angel Kennedy or “Arrow” is a Texan patriotic girl that loves her few friends and having fun with them during their high school years. She will handle a lot of pain and difficult situations in her life but her friends will always be there for her. We don’t know but maybe some new relationships will start and some old relationships will end.

Tw: #attempt suicide #depressing thoughts #depressive character #toxic friend #heartbroken character #substance use #drug use #weed mention #weed use #reefer character

Part 1

And I screamed.

Her POV:

High school boys just give me the ick. They’re disgusting.

I only have some high school guy friends and they’re kind of different from the others. I have Benny, Don, Slater, Tony, Mike and Kevin. There are other guys in my school but I don’t really talk to them, like I say “hi how are ya” and that’s it.

Benny is my best friend since kindergarten. Our parents are friends and every where I go he is there. I used to have a weird crush on him ( I still don’t get why I liked him in 8th grade but thank god I don’t like him anymore ). But we are really close to each other. I know everything about him, and vice versa.

Don instead is kinda my big brother that I’ve never had. Being an only child, he thought I felt lonely so he always stayed with me. He is sweetly overprotective of me, and it’s obvious that he loves me. Don’t get any idea! This is all platonic and he is an enormous play boy. I don’t know how Shannon likes him. Ew.

Slater is my reefer friend. My bestie. The one who makes me feel comfortable whenever I smoke blunts or weed. Kevin too. Pickford tho is the hottest of the whole world. Like man how can I smoke weed and not confess my love to you-

Tony and Mike are my friends and they are literally the only ones I can have a decent conversation with.

Now getting to the main point. I’m a picky person. If I want to have friends, I study them before having that intimate relationship with them. Instead the girls are a different subject. I talk to all of them. Even if some of them are bitches, I still respect and adore them.

The one who I seriously can’t stand at this school is Pink. He thinks that he can fool every girl in this school or in this town. Fuck off man. Arrogant son of a bitch. (I actually respect his mother very much.)

I hate him because one day he wanted to kiss me. Bro had never talked to me before and one day he thinks he can fucking kiss me? Nahhhhh man you got the wrong girl. I fucking slapped him. And since then we had this mutual hate relationship.

Another person that I “hate” is David Wooderson. He actually isn’t in our school anymore. And he is older than all of us.

He was my first and only true love. He was my first kiss.

We were very close friends. At the beginning I used to get weed from him and from then we just clicked. He would always meet with me, stay with me, smoke with me, go to parties with me, hang out with me and on and onnnnnnn. God damn. He was the best guy I had ever met. He was my true AND ONLY LOVE. But all of a sudden he started acting weird.

Everytime I used to hang out with Benny or Slater, Wood would always get upset. He would say things like “You don’t hang out with me anymore” or would straight up act mad at me. I didn’t know if he was jealous or something. But still, that doesn’t justify his behavior. Yes we had kissed before. As a joke. And yes, I loved him. But he didn’t know this. I’ve always been jealous of the times he hung out with girls. He was a fucking player, god damn he’s still a player. And yet, I never behaved like that. So, one day after I was out with Benny at his house, I go to meet Wood at his place. I knock at his door. He opens it after a long time, and I see him with disheveled hair, no shirt on, and a naked girl behind him. And he says : “Who tf are ya, man?”

I didn’t even respond. I turned around and went away.

That day I had thought of fucking killing myself. I felt so heartbroken and I felt treated like a fucking toy. I got back home. I had cried all the road to my house. Once up to my bed room, I couldn’t fucking breath anymore. He had been treating me like shit for like forever and I had always respected him because he was my friend. I had his my feelings from everyone for three years because I didn’t want to break the relationship I had with him. And he treats me like shit?

I was panicking. I was in shock and so tired of life. I got up and started searching for weed but I didn’t have any. Or i couldn’t find any, I don’t know. But I remember going downstairs to the phone and calling Slater. He answered and I was crying and saying how I so needed weed and I couldn’t find any. He was so worried behind the phone, I could only imagine his confusion.

After not getting any solution to my problem, still crying and panicking I closed the phone.

I got to the kitchen and I was searching for something that even I didn’t know what. I get a knife from a drawer and I don’t know but I think I stabbed myself with it. And I screamed. I cried and I screamed.

I don’t know what happened after that. But I know that when I woke up, in front of me was Slater. He was fucking crying and on the phone. He was saying something but I couldn’t hear anything. I was dazy as shit.

After that day, I was a different person. Slater got closer to me. And he was always worried but I indulged to drugs and weed, getting my mind out of shit.

I started picking the friends I hung out with and the things I did. I couldn’t trust anyone anymore. And David Wooderson was nothing to me.

Only Slater knows what happened between me and Wood. All the others don’t know a thing. Or i think so. Slater might have told to Benny something about it because I noticed how Benny started ignoring Wood and talking about him.

How can a girl go through so much and still be alive? Only God knows it.

Katerina “Arrow” :

Zodiac incense sticks.

I feel unsteady, like my mind.

Rosé wine is sweet with such a pretty color. Every night there's a glass of it on the table accompanying me while I'm taking a bath. I've definitely got everything I need at night. Jeff Buckley's voice soothes me deeply, helping me to relax my body in the warm water. As a matter of fact, when I'm at this time of the day I don't think of anything at all, really. So even now I close my eyes and start dreaming.

My baby boy has come to me, opening up to me and confessing every single problem he has to me.

I'm waiting for him with my arms wide open. He lays his head on my breast and starts silently whimpering.

I just love it when he cries in my arms. I love it when he is vulnerable in front of my eyes, in my presence. Because, it's me he seeks help from. And I am always here to give it to him. What can a woman do when her man comes back home destryoed from the army?

I don't cook for him. In truth, I don't even know how to properly cook. That's a long story for another day.

Without him having gotten in our neighborhood, I just feel his presence. I immediately get out of the hosue and wait for him at my frontyard. I look at his car from afar. I listen to the sound of his car and just that brings shivers to the back of my neck. He sees me waiting for him and impatiently speeds up his pace.

Oh, how much he has changed.

He stops his car in front of me and rapidly gets out of the car. He comes up to me and looks down at me. I study his face and his body. I inhale his musty, masculine perfume. What a bliss that brings into my belly. I instantly got the heebie jeebies.

Looking up at him I notice that he's got tears in his eyes. All my nervousness disappears and I wrap my hands around his body.

I could never get tried of his affection. Or of his beautiful voice. Or of his body. Of anything really.

This is never over.

Thank you for reading this. I'm really grateful of my inspiration that always comes from Jeff Buckley, Jim Morrison, Nirvana or Aerosmith. It is really hard to write sometimes because I've had too many ideas lately and I didn't really have the guts to organze them. But, I tried nonetheless.

hope you enjoyed this!!!!

K.M.

Excuse le rouge.

Red.

All I see is red.

There’s blood everywhere. I should be terrified, but I’m not. It’s not strange to me. This blood means so much to me. It shows how much he cares for me.

They envied me. Provoked me.

I warned them, nicely. They didn’t listen to me. And I smirked.

He loves me. I love him.

That blood shows his devotion to me. And that, arouses me. Excites me.

I don’t want flowers. Neither chocolates.

He gives me what I need.

Protection, devotion, obsession, possession and his body with his heart.

He knows me so well.

I want to give him children. He knows. He grins and pounds harder, deeper.

Now that we’ve come this far, I don’t know how to explain to you the connection we have. The truth is, he makes love to me. Our bodies are united. He knows my body so well. He gives me what I need.

Oh my devoted man. My dream man.

Touch me. Look at me, I’m dripping, creaming, making a mess.

Please.

Je t’aime et je te déteste.

With love, your woman K.

So Mina, Momo and Uraraka and their daughter having this interaction one morning: "Did you have nightmare last night?" "Why do you ask?" "Because whenever I ever have a nightmare, I scream daddy's name too." (If this isn't okay, just tell me and I'll send in another request.)

Happy Mother’s Day! (I’m not a day late shush) Oh man, I personally would be a lot like Mina in this situation, though I’d probably be super embarrassed too. Kids just say the darndest things.

~Citrine

Mina Ashido

It’s a pretty horrifying thing that just came from her daughter’s mouth, but Mina can’t help but laugh. That sort of out of the woodwork humor is just her type, and it’s going to take her a long time to stop laughing before she can even begin to make up an excuse as to why she finds it so funny.

Her s/o is probably going to have to come over and do the explaining, because she can’t stop laughing long enough to actually get any decent words out. She’s embarrassed, don’t doubt that, but this kid is just too funny!

She’ll finally manage to hold back her giggles long enough to tell her daughter that, no, she didn’t have a nightmare, but daddy scared her or something along those lines. The little girl is still going to be confused why mommy finds it so funny, but that’s an answer for another day.

She’s going to wonder where on earth her kid got that kind of humor from, even if it was unintentional. She’s pretty funny herself, for sure, but that’s was just something else.

Mina might tease her s/o later about it, especially if they’re the more flustered type. It’s definitely going to be a joke that sticks around for some time, no doubt about that.

You can be absolutely assured that she’ll bring it up to her kid when she’s older. It’s something that will make her daughter go “ugh, Mom!” while Mina just cackles maniacally. Wholesome family entertainment

 Momo Yaoyorozu

In short, Momo is aghast. If her s/o looks closely, they can see the exact moment that her poor brain just breaks. Of course, she expected to have this talk with her daughter at some time, but she’d hoped that it would be planned a little better.

It will take a while for her to compose herself enough to give her daughter an answer. She might splutter a bit, and she’s definitely red in the face. Her stoicism can only reach so far, and she’s just not qualified to handle this situation.

She’ll invite her daughter to sit down on the couch, and, if they’re old enough, she’ll start the whole ‘the birds and the bees’ conversation. It’s going to be very awkward, because neither of them want to do this.

The best thing in this situation is for her s/o to step in and distract their daughter with some good old fashioned fun. Maybe invite her to do some dressup or tell them about her favorite princesses. Anything to save Momo from making a bad situation worse.

All future conversations like this should definitely be handled by her s/o. She’s intelligent and can often work under pressure when her confidence is high, but she’s no good when it comes to explaining that mommy and daddy love each other very much to her daughter.

If everything goes according to plan, this event will fade with time. The last thing Momo wants in for her daughter to remember this, and if she ever brings it up with her mother in the future, she’ll try to tell her it was just a dream.

 Ochaco Uraraka

Oh lord. Ochaco immediately goes red and starts shaking her hands at her daughter, trying her best to think of some reasonable explanation. Yeah! She definitely had a nightmare!

Her daughter is probably confused as to why her mommy is so red in the face, because she certainly doesn’t start to blush when she has a nightmare. Maybe mommy is sick? It’s honestly really hard to tell, with how much she keeps looking away.

S/o to the rescue! Ochaco isn’t going to be useful at all in this moment, because embarrassing situations quickly disable her. Her s/o should step in and say that mommy did have a nightmare, but that she’s all better now.

Mom is definitely going have to take an hour to recuperate after the ordeal. The best thing for her s/o to do is to just let her hide away in her room and scream into her pillow for a while. It gets all the bad feelings out

The poor girl is going to forget about it by the end of the day, but a few days from then Ochaco suddenly remember it while doing the dishes and get embarrassed all over again. Why do kids have to have such big mouths? She loves her daughter very much, but that little girl is going to be the death of her.

Her s/o is probably going to be the one that remembers the event in the long run and bringing it up in the future will make her get just as flustered as when it first happened. Bless this woman.

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last-minute adoption

openly gay

pretty straightforward with his feeling

always speaks his mind

confident

practical

can be charming

dominant 😳😏

likes to watch Felix draw - he says it's calming

fluffy hair

not the best student, but really tries to improve

best boi 🙏

closeted pansexual

since he was eleven years old, his parents work a lot. they are mostly out on delegations - they are only home for weekends (not even every week). they own a big company

when he was younger, his grandma would take care of him on the weekdays. She'd also take him to the local church every Friday - that's where he met Jenna

he's Jenna's best friend and Zoe's ex boyfriend (they are still friends tho)

kind of a loser

school outcast, but chill with it

super awkward

his parents decided to adopt another teenager so he's less lonely

owns ten cactuses

last one for now

will do anything to annoy her religious step-dad.

"gosh, my mom is too nice for this jerk".

can actually flirt with girls.

sport enthusiast.

butch.

can't cook for shit.

popular.

horny on main.

pretentional music taste.

would dress grunge if it was a bit more comfy.

even more info cause I'm a big softie for character design

Ann's parents passed away when she was four. she doesn't remember them at all.

since then, she lives with her aunt Lisa (her dad's youngest sister).

Lisa was only 21 when she adopted Ann.

they lived in a very small town until Ann was 17, because they didn't have funds to move out.

Ann was bullied for her sexuality. she came put at the age of 12, when she liked her classmate.

she was threaten/beaten up several times.

since they were around 14, other kids would call her "a slut who can't find a boy so she seduces girls".

Ann is depressed and sees her therapist egery month. she also takes meds.

Zoe and Jenna had a crush on her the second they saw her, but started talking to her after several weeks, when Ann got in an argument with a guy who tried to ask her out and got verbally abusive after rejection.

understand my ship in five minutes 👌

since my gals are polyamory I had to edit this template a bit,,

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