Swap!Noah and Heather fucking hate each other. There is no love, not even the chance of a friendship. Noah thinks of her as a insect, a loser who couldn't get win the two seasons before (He watched Total Drama before to search for the other's weaknesses). And Heather wants to kick him off the plane herself after the Leshawna Incident.
The thing is that Noah is smart. 180 IQ, that good stuff. Team Victory were the easiest team to destroy. Yeah, a pair of strong competitors were there, but getting rid of them would be easy peasy if he got into the heart of the team, the strongest player. And that was Leshawna.
It was not that easy to get into her good graces, since he didn't posess the natural charm and looks that canon Alejandro has, but what he had was a brain, and a manipulative personality like no other.
"You know, Leshawna. I know it's a bit soon, but I think of you as a sibling. A big sister."
He hated his sisters. She didn't need to know that, of course. And oh, Heather tried so hard to warn her, to be a good pal and tell her that Noah was up to no good. But some fake tears and few words were enough to make the big girl go feral on the white pretty girl.
And there was nothing but pure, smug satisfaction while he saw the beatdown. There was probably something wrong with him. Did he care? Not really.
Bonus: Noah's sweden Sour outfit and some alenoah because fuck yes
Yuri swap heavily inspired by hexxed by lonleybrachiobrute (triceratroops), bruh I loved that fic. awooga.
i dont know how to draw her but i think she looks very pretty. tried a funky coloring technique that i also did in anotherr thing that i will also post soon and i think its pretty fun and cool and nice so i am happy that im finally getting to have fun with color
Sanity is not and cannot be perceived. All those thoughts and ideas, working together in tandem.
A person is not always rational. A person is not always irrational.
Enzo hangs wildly between the two extremes, rational to a fault, but too crazy to not be insane. Just and fair in how he treats others, and yet when blood waterfalls over his knuckles, crimson settled into the valley of his fingers, he enjoys knowing the one who broke the dam of skin was him.
Twisted and manic in his kindly ways, Enzo enjoys the goodwill of granting someone broken the freedom of unconsciousness.
It does not matter if he was the one who trapped them in the rigid, bloody cage of pain.
The enjoyment of his cracked and bruised knuckles— porcelain fists that enjoy shattering too much— is the fruition of his anger, so different to how he treats the world around him with care.
The smash of skulls on walls, the crunch of a nose kissed with knuckles.
And the drip, drip, drip of ruby gold, the flames of rich warmth on the floor.
Y'Know, I've been hearing all this talk about some 'Warden' on Rend. Dont exactly know what it is, but there's been rumors floating about saying it can drag a full grown man under the snow! What a load of bullshit..
Journal Entry 58:
Guess time will tell if i ever get to see this so called Warden everyone is soooo scared of. They are shipping me off to Rend with three other miserable scavengers in a final push to get high valuable times.
Journal Entry 59:
Finally was able to get back to the ship! A shipmate and I were trapped in the safehouse for a few days because of the weather.... Something took him when I was trying to keep post.
All i heard was the window shatter and a scream from him...I saw a large..employee or SOMETHING! I dont know what it was, it looked like one of us but he was HUGE... He..IT grabbed him by the collar and ripped him back through the window with such ease.
As terrible as this may sound, at that point i didnt care if my teammate was still alive or not, i had to make a run for the ship. As i entered and was set to close the door, i made the mistake of looking back out into that howling, screaming storm.
In the distance i saw it...the Warden, its pale face smiling back at me as it held onto its newest trophy. I closed the door and set the ship to leave, its engines barely drowning out the screams of that poor crewmate.....and now i understand fully why they were so afraid.
I know nothing about fashion but i went out with my friend and I looked at a jewelry shop for the first time and I just couldn't stop picturing hermits and other mcyt with the jewelry
like
look me in the eye and tell me pearl would not look great in these
and there were also a bunch of flowers and I just kept thinking of the buttercups
These are for empires season 2 sausage of sanctuary
Also Scott for empires s2 cause of all the colours