your stupid face.
Thread Topic: your stupid face.
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so basically the premise of this story is:
chars A and B both had auditions for their dream college and they both ended up ruining each others auditions, so they've been enemies since. and they end up being in like, every class together in their senior year, so they're like, whoop de fking doo, now i have to deal with you-
but then they end up becoming friends, realizing it was petty for them to be upset abt auditions ruined, then they become more than friends (or at least realize they like each other as more than friends)
BUT THEN- for no reason whatsoever other than to make the story emo, char B (or whoever, doesn't really matter lol) gets terminally ill or into a really bad car wreck or sm sht and then the two have an argument and char A runs away bc, gAWd i fUkEd uP- i can't face them anymore whatever shall i do?????
then char B chases after them, yk, i forgive you n stuff and char A is like, NO >:O why would you EVER forgive MEEEE?? and char B is like, BC I LOVE YOU STOOPID-
and that's basically the premise- LMAOOOO
that's the easiest way i could explain it xD
i also made this whole story idea based off the song your stupid face by kaden mackay u^u
i'll post a char sheet in a minute lol -
Yesss I Hate Your Stupid Faceeeee
I have appeared and I’ll join since you want me to lol -
niceee
just a heads up, i'm gonna be pretty busy these next few days as i have a lot of things going on irl,
but i will try my best to reply lol
name:
age:
gender:
sexuality:
appearance:
personality:
disabilities/disorders (optional):
other:
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All good! I’ll be pretty busy too from time to time
Name: Havyn
Gender: Girl, she/her or they/them (first girl character on here lol)
Sexuality: bisexual
Personality: bubbly and cheerful when around the right people/not incredibly burned out- which she gets burned out really easily because she’s an anxious perfectionist
Disabilities/disorders: a bafflingly undiagnosed case of anxiety, maybe a tad bit of OCD or ADHD, but she’s too deep in debt to get herself a therapist or check in with a doctor over it
Other: wants to study graphic design or fashion, but ends up choosing being an art teacher instead in the future since the profits sound better, and art isn’t a real job anyways, according to her parents. Also has brown hair so dark it looks black when it’s not in the light, and it has that sort of Hispanic curl/layer to it (if that doesn’t make sense I can try and describe it better later) and ALWAYS wears space-style stuff -
name: elliot f. valkrum.
age: 17.
sex/gender: male, demiboy (he/him, they/them).
sexuality: asexual, either bi or panromantic (can't pick lol).
appearance: tall-ish, young face, fluffy, short, black hair, very fair skin, deep eyes with deep bags under them, unusually smooth skin, long limbs, more on the thin side, lean but still somewhat muscular, chipped black nail polish (i'M iN LoVe wItH aN EmO gUrL-).
personality: quiet, strong silent type, gentle, calm when not in panic mode, unnerving vibes, but a kind soul, the type of person you wouldn't want to make mad.
disabilities/disorders: anxiety, PTSD, possibly autism.
other: can speak a few different languages.
(i can start if needed, unless you have an interesting way you'd like to start it lol
i would have put a picture of my faceclaim for him, but i cannot for the life of me find it again xD i only have it on a spotify playlist i made for him haha) -
(Oooo he sounds awesome. If you have something to start off, I would say go for it.
Is it ok if you send me a link if the playlist on here or something, so I can see the photo? I won’t follow you if you don’t want me to lol) -
(if you go to the library forum and go to my oc page, it's on there :)
and i don't mind if you do or not lol just ignore my cringe playlists ^^')
Elliot sighed as he walked into his first class of the day, sitting at his preferred spot. All the way in the back closest to the door. That way, he wouldn't have to be social and could make a quick escape if needed. He did not want to have to deal with people today, considering he was still reeling from the events of his audition. He clenched his fists, exhaling in anger. If I don't get accepted, all because of that bratty little "actress", I'm dropping out of school, I swear- He exhaled, rubbing his face with his hands. Calm down, Eli, maybe it's not as bad as you think. He signed and leaned back in his seat, waiting for class to start.
(my responses get quite long, apologies in advance lol) -
(Ok!)
Havyn walked in her first class, hair tied in a messy bun-her damn hair was so hard to take care of- and with way too many pens in her hands and ink all over her hands. She sat down in the front row so she was close to the teacher-that was the best spot to be if you wanted to pass the class after all. -
(god i feel bad since we just started, but i gtg ^^')
Elliot looked up as people started walking in, his eye catching on a particular girl. Holy s---- are you kidding me?? He squinted his eyes, leaning forward. f---, it is her... -
Havyn felt like someone was staring at her- she was the one who walked in the class in a nervous flurry, with a bright green shirt after all. She looked behind her and noticed him. “No, no no, no.” She whispered, looking away quickly and stared at her shoes, focusing on the little sun and moon patterns she drew in them in marker.
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f---, I think she noticed me- Elliot groaned internally, leaning back in his seat. Maybe if I ignore that she's in the room, she'll go away. God, why me? Seriously... He grabbed out his journals, pretending to busy himself with going over his work.
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Havyn grabbed her notebook as well. The lesson started and she wrote notes, doodling in the margins occasionally to busy herself from thinking about him.
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The teacher walked in a moment later and began the class as Elliot began to calm down. Suddenly the door busted open and a person with short dark hair and blonde bangs flung themselves in, breathing heavily. "I'M HERE-" "Mx. Eloise, please take your seat and keep your voice down," the teacher responded in a stern voice, but smiled kindly at the student. Eloise waltzed over to the empty seat beside Elliot, sitting down. "Good morning, Eloise," Elliot said with a sigh, glancing over at his friend. "Hey pookie," they spoke quietly, waving at him. "How was your break-" "You know exactly how my break went," he groaned, rubbing his face with a hand. "And guess who's in class with me?" He added, gesturing to the front of the class at the girl in the green shirt. "No shot- is- is she the girl who-" Eloise whispered, sneaking a glance at her. "Yup." "Damn, you're screwed, dude."
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Havyn chuckled at the kid who just walked in before continuing to write in her notebook. How odd that new student- Eloise?- was already. She had a feeling it was going to be an interesting class.
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"Yeah, no s---, Sherlock," Elliot muttered, rubbing his face. "Now shut up and let me work." "Fine," Eloise sighed, shaking their head. "You've always been such a nerd, y'know-" "I will hit you." Elliot glared at his friend before looking back at the teacher, listening to him talk. "Also, I hope this is the only class we have together." "Aww, you love me, don't deny it," Eloise teased, pulling out their journals.
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