#andy 001

I forgor to post yesterday, but more sketchbook doodles!

The first one is my interpretation of Will Cipher. I know a lot of people see him as like a sad butler, but I feel he should be Southern. It fits well with the whole "Pines as Gleefuls" angle in Reverse Falls AU. I have my own nitpicks with Reverse Falls, mostly bc I don't like that the Pines are literally Gleefuls in the original. Idk, just not my favorite thing ever. I like them better as Pines. Another nitpick is that I don't like Will Cipher as simply "sad Bill controlled by Ford", I prefer Will to be just as manipulative as Bill, he just shows it differently. In my personal HC, since he's been trapped by Ford for 30 years, he's learned that humans are more sympathetic towards folks who cry and he's picked that up. But push his buttons enough and he explodes in anger like canon Bill. The doodle of him is when he's angy. Fiddleford in the background: "Yosemite Sam-ass demon."

Other than that its Reverse Falls. The twins run a tent that's kind of like a circus, they're rich and powerful thanks to Will's powers, and in my AU, Mabel and Dipper are actually living with them due to family issues at home (idk what it is yet, maybe divorce or a death in the family, who knows).

Also. Nobody's personality is just them but evil. Mabel and Dipper act out more in this AU due to their home life being disrupted, and Stan and Ford have their own issues that manifest in more negative traits, but none of them are explicitly evil and they're still a very close knit family.

Rory dropped everything she was doing, which wasn't much, except trying to distract herself from work, when Andy texted her to see if she could come over. Sensing something off, she texted him back that she'd be right over and if she could bring anything. Not waiting to hear back, she grabbed her keys and went to the market for some snacks, figuring she couldn't just show up empty handed. She wound up going overboard and grabbed some pints of ice cream as well. With her loot, she made her way to his place and rang the bell.

@firehunters

Hey, are Ted and Tonks home? I’m here to talk to you, but I can come back later if they’re home. 

Ava had to take five deep breaths not to grunt when her boss told her the morning classes would be canceled because of some sort of emergency training. Not because she didn’t see the importance of it. On the contrary, part of her was glad this new studio had such responsibility with their employees and clients. But at the same time, whenever classes were canceled - if not for uncontrollable reasons like severe weather changes or accidents - the instructors weren’t paid. And she could definitely use every penny she could get, after the little incident in her apartment. Having been informed of the training in the absolute last minute, her room prepared for one of the morning yoga groups, Ava just blew out the candles in the room and walked out, joining the other teachers in the reception hall to wait for the fire fighters.

When the door opens, Momo doesn't immediately say anything. They aren't the type to go socializing with neighbors in this way. That's why they'd been so reactive when Andy had first moved in and made her way down the line of doors, eventually coming face to face with an unimpressed Momo; it's 2026, who brings presents to the strangers in their apartment complex.

Now, it's Momo's turn to return the favor, in the most Momo way they possibly can.

"Hello." Panic. "I don't enjoy baking. The process is fine, but the mess is overwhelming. I decided to make cucumber salad instead. If you don't like cucumbers, that's fine, I'm happy to take them back."

Momo shoves forth the glass tupperware and hopes Andy can tell it's an act of goodwill.

"I... Didn't try the cookies you made me. I was worried about the texture. But I'm thankful that you made an attempt to reach out as a neighbor and now that's what I'm doing for you."

for: @andythane​ 

In the grand scheme of things, late library books weren’t a big deal. But Lottie still felt the embarrassment of it and her general forgetfulness when she showed up to the contained library in the back of the community center that morning. The person working the desk hadn’t said much of anything, let alone barely glance her way, but they certainly made sure to collect the late fee that had stacked up to about $20 dollars.

Charlotte handed over the money, muttering another apology before turning to leave. She should have just left empty handed this time around. It’d save any more late fees or having to face the current desk attendant again. But a stand near the entrance displayed new reads for fall, including some Halloween picture books (practically for Estella in mind).