#Hashtag Heather

[d0ttt]

👀👀👀 ur taking requests??? Ok im letting you pick one(s) you'd wanna draw between my 3 fav wlw rarepairs, courtzzy (courtney x izzy), heatheva (heather x eva) or zoerra (zoey x sierra)

Heatheva seems fire

-DOT

[yuri-luver69]

chanduke 🙏🙏🙏

i love me some good mutually destructive yuri and your art is fucking amazing its soooo very

thank you very much anon your wish is my command

[vysociti]

Me In Your Sweater, You Said It Looked Better On Me...

It started off as any other normal day.

You got up before your alarm clock went off, starting your day a bit earlier than usual. It didn’t matter much since the last part of your morning routine always took up more time depending on the day.

What could this task possibly be? Why, waking up the lazy prodigy of Japan, of course! Seishiro wasn’t a morning person—far from it, actually. He’d always whine when you tried to wake him up, even pulling you under the covers with him. And well... there’s no way you can say no to this big baby.

This, however, was when your normal day took a sudden turn. Whether it was a good or bad turn was still up for debate.

Walking to Seishiro’s apartment was easy. It’d only take about ten minutes on foot, five if you were ever in a hurry. His apartment door was unlocked, which, knowing Seishiro, probably meant he forgot to lock it after getting home from practice. You brushed it off and walked inside, only half-concerned about the unlocked door.

The apartment was empty. No, really—there was no one inside. Even Choki was gone. He wasn’t where he was usually stationed, but what was really weird was the absence of one Seishiro Nagi. Your mind immediately went into overdrive. Being an overthinker was not healthy. Was he kidnapped? Did he run away? No, that would be too much of a hassle for Seishiro. AH! Where could he have—?

Your frantic thoughts were abruptly stopped when you heard the front door close.

"found you."

You knew that voice well, soft yet monotone. It always seemed softer when he was talking to you—or was that just your imagination? You turned around to greet him, but before you could, you were engulfed by a gentle warmth and the faint, comforting smell of something familiar.

"You’re up early. What’s the occasion?" You meant to tease, but with how he was clinging to you, your voice softened, and you leaned into his touch.

"Reo said today was important."

"Oh? Did he now?"

"mhm."

What was so special about today? Wasn’t it just another normal day? Let’s see... it was Tuesday, right? December 3rd, to be exact. What’s special about—

Oh.

Oh.

Right. December 3rd. If you remembered correctly, Reo had recently been listening to a lot of songs and looking up their meanings when he came across that one song.

"Heather" by Conan Gray.

The first lyrics. That was why December 3rd was important—it had something to do with giving someone you care about your favorite sweater, right?

The thought of Reo drilling these concepts into Seishiro’s thick skull made you chuckle. Seishiro, still leaning his entire weight on you, shifted his head slightly, now resting it on your shoulder.

"laughing? I wanna laugh too..."

He was being cute again. He was always so cute.

"It’s just a funny thought, Nagi... The fact that Reo got you to wake up early is amusing. Even I haven’t done that. Makes me a bit jealous." Finally, you found your teasing tone.

But of course, Seishiro being Seishiro, it didn’t last. For some reason (you knew the reason), he stiffened. You couldn’t help but wonder if you’d said too much.

Seishiro and you had been dating for a few months now. Ten months, two weeks, and six days, to be precise.

He’d confessed—or stated, really—on a random day, during a random week, in a random month. It was like he suddenly realized what he felt and blurted it out without a second thought.

"i'm in love with you."

He’d said it in the same monotone yet gentle voice he used when telling you he’d won a game or beaten a tough boss. To others, it sounded blank and emotionless. To you, it was giddy, childlike even—in a way only Seishiro Nagi could manage.

And now, he was about to use that voice again.

"it’s always for you."

Whoever said Seishiro Nagi had no rizz was a liar.

It was supposed to be winter, right? Why did it feel like summer?!

He didn’t even give you time to react before continuing. Hesitant at first, he unwrapped his arms from around you.

"like now..."

Then he started to... Huh? He gave you his... sweater? Oh.

"i looked for you."

He paused, taking a deep breath.

"Reo told me to give my sweater to someone I liked..."

"Me..?"

"..things like this can be a hassle, but if it’s for you..."

He didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t need to. You got the message. You really got the message, which is why your face was burning up.

It was normal for lovers to do sweet things like this, but knowing that Seishiro—Seishiro, who thought everything was a hassle—put in the effort to wake up early, get ready, and walk to and from your place just to do this simple, wholesome action? God, it made your heart do backflips.

You felt like crying, laughing, screaming, and kicking your feet—probably not in that order.

But he didn’t need to see you cry. Not now. Not when he looked like this.

He was blushing, the faint pink on his cheeks giving him away. He avoided your gaze, scratching the back of his neck.

With a smile, you slightly covered your lower face with his sweater—the sweater that smelled like him—all while keeping your eyes on him.

"I’ll treasure this."

Finally looking back at you, you could almost spot a small smile on his face.

"if it’s for you... it isn’t that much of a hassle."

Yup. This was so much better than a normal day.

Bonus!

"By the way, Nagi.. Where's Choki?"

"oh. left him at your place. :×"

"Right.. You walked to my house..—wait a second.. You came to my house?! Why didn't I see you?"

"Reo took me there. he's still outside. :×"

"Reo's still.. Tell him to come in??"

"but..."

"Nagi."

"...Seishiro.."

"Why is that the thing your focused on??"

".. :×"

"Seishiro."

Ding!

"shot him a text."

"Good."

[buildoblivion]

for a character established as a #independent woman it really fucking sucks that Belinda barely had any friends or much of a life of her own

[redshft]

flattery!!

[reesekanyuh]

dumb jock archetype save me, save me dumbass jock archetype

[annamatix]

stumbled upon a part of the tumblr httyd fandom that i NEVER want to go to again. EVER. (heather x dagur.....)

[heatherdukesblazer]

Im working on ship art rn so heres a filler, Something i drew for something im gonna write (eventually)

[miserykai]

~✧ ☆ INTRO ☆ ✧~

HELLOO!!! I’M KAI!!!

I’m new to Tumblr and I saw a lot of people have an introduction so I was like “wow those are helpful and look fun, I should do one too!!” AND SO I DID!!! Im loving this place cause I get fed fan content of my favourite games, shows, EVERYTHING every like, 4 seconds and I’m LIVING FOR IT!!! Those Tumblr posts I keep seeing appear on my feed on other socials are really funny and convinced me to get Tumblr! I say I’m new to Tumblr but I used to have an account, it wasn’t active and I didn’t really get on the app as much, SO IM NOT COUNTING IT!!

Some warnings: I’ve been told I swear a lot so I’ll probably swear regularly in my posts as well, and I use slurs I can reclaim. I also block very freely!

Here are some things about me under the cut harhar

+ 17 years old as of 2025 !

+ My birthday is on the 8th of August !

+ I’m Southeast-Asian !

+ I use any pronouns !

+ My favourite colours are Red & Blue !

+ I am a HOMOSEXUAL LESBIAN !

+ I draw a lot, and am still learning, if you squint hard enough my art looks good !

+ FEEL FREE TO REQUEST A DRAWING!! I LOVE WHEN PEOPLE ASK ME FOR ART !

+ I listen to a lot of music, gravitating towards rock !

+ The two characters you see in my intro images are my personas !

Now for some stuff I’m into 😋

=> Heathers

I love heathers so MUCH! I’ve watched the movie and the musical, and loved BOTH! I can’t say I have a favourite Heather because as much as I know, JD’s gun to my head, I will NOT be able to answer and die :] I love Chansaw, but I also love Poly!Heathers or any ship concerning the Heathers and Veronica themselves !

=> Class Of 09

Fully aware of how horrible the creator is, and we hate his ass!! I’m super basic so of course I love Jeckole, but have you guys considered… EmiKaren?! I love them so much <3 they are my world. I don’t support the creator so I pirated all three games that he’s released (and didn’t finish Flipside because…ykyk…) This was my WORLD for like a year, I’ve made nearly 90 Fanart of CO09! My favourite has to be Karen <3

=> Undertale

I found out about UT when I was maybe 9? And it was my favourite thing for nearly 5 years. My first ever drawing on ibis paint was fanart of Dusttale sans and I think about that a lot. Ive made some UT art since then but now rarely, but only because it hasn’t flared up. Once my interest in it ignites again you bet there’s gonna be quite a few arts I’ll make! My favourite has to be Killer!Sans, because why wouldn’t it be? My childhood favourite was Ink!Sans & Error!Sans though !

Some more of the other stuff I’m into because I don’t want this to be too long: Doki Doki Literature Club, Yokai Watch, Ride The Cyclone, Mean Girls:The Musical, Minecraft, Roblox, Ace Attorney, Manga/Manhwa/Manhua and any WLW content !

That's all, hope you enjoy my page and what not! :p

[rigginsstreet]

#rip babygirl you will always be famous

[foxphlegm]

heather mason page doll !!! i want to encourage use so if you want to use them please feel free... this is my 2nd "page doll" ever but they're really fun ! i am wondering if i should make a set with more silent hill characters ???

[d0ttt]

maybe...gweathney...pls....

Two evil girls, one Gwen

-DOT

[the-smartest-quarterback]

Father’s Day is soon… did you get ur dad anything??? (TURN ON ANONS PLS I BEG OF YOU)

(mod: sorry people were sending kys anons lmao)

Yeah we’re gonna play football together and then we’re going out for burgers! It’s gonna be so rad.

I suggested to go fishing because he does it all the time but he didn’t want me to “ruin his favourite past time”

[ask-the-younger-dean]

I heard that Keith bangs your brother and that’s why he wears the trench coat to cover up his gay limp

Can he bang my dad next. I think Keith would be doing a service to society, just like how my mom got banged.

And ewww my brother could beat Keith anyday.

[toyybox]

Spiderwebs Alternate Ending AU (part 2)

Masterlist | Part 1

content: decomposition of a body, insects (maggots, flies, etc.)

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Jackie was keeping careful track of the time. He watched every sunrise and sunset behind the windows. It had been two weeks when someone knocked on the door. 

Bodies didn’t take long to decompose. As nice as it was to know Heather was at peace, he was losing his nerve while trapped in the house. It was difficult to ignore the flies, settling everywhere, maggots burrowing in all her wounds while she fell apart. It was hard to imagine her asleep when there were worms under her skin and insects in her mouth. He didn’t know how to get rid of them, though, so he spent most of the time waiting by the basement door and falling asleep to the sound of buzzing.

“Someone’s here,” he said.

Heather said nothing. Not that he expected her to. A few flies crawled over the railing.

If he slept in the basement, he slept at the top of the stairs, at such an angle that he couldn’t look at her body. He had briefly seen the extent of her decay once. It was hard to forget something like that. He had no desire to see it again. The smell was pretty awful, and it permeated the entire house, but after a few days he had gotten used to it. 

For the first few days, anyway, he had tried to sleep upstairs, in Heather’s bed. He woke up in a cold sweat more than once. The house was silent and still enough that he could hear his own heartbeat, pounding in his ears. He could swear something was watching him. He felt the pressure on the back of his neck. 

Ghosts weren’t real, but he thought that maybe keeping Heather company would appease… whatever was forcing him awake. And it did seem to work. He could close his eyes for a while, and the sound of buzzing made the house feel less empty. In the hazy space between unconsciousness and awareness, it felt like nothing had changed. 

He made sure to wash the scalpel, and to keep the house clean, and to stay silent as he walked through the corridors. He never went into Heather's room again. It was funny. He thought he would be free once he killed her, no longer under her control, subject to no gods or masters. Wasn’t that the entire point? But he was intimidated even by her shadow on the wall, motionless and only changing with the shifting of light. He hadn’t gained anything at all.

“I’ll be back soon.” Jackie got up and, with a quick backwards glance, hurried up the stairs into the hallway. 

The visitor knocked again. He crossed the living room and stopped before the front door. He was ready to leave, hell, more than ready—but he wanted to talk to someone even more than that, hear someone else’s voice. 

And he did hear them, because when the stranger knocked again, they spoke. “Heather? Heather, are you in there? You haven’t answered my calls, so I thought—hey, I’m sorry if I’m disturbing you, but could you just answer me? You don’t have to open the door. I wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

Jackie stood breathless for a moment—he realized that if he didn’t answer, the stranger would go away. He stepped forwards and knocked on the door in reply.

The stranger paused. “Heather? Is something wrong?”

“The door won’t open. It’s locked.”

“Who’s there?” they asked. “Is Heather home?”

Jackie glanced in the direction of the basement. He soon turned back towards the door, feeling that stare behind him again. It wasn’t technically a lie. “Yes. But she can’t talk to you.”

“Why not? Who are you?”

“I can’t open the door,” Jackie said. “It’s locked and I don’t have the keys. I tried breaking the window, but I couldn’t do it. There’s one on the left side. Please. Help me.”

The stranger hesitated again, apparently mulling over this decision, but they eventually made up their mind. “Alright, I have a crowbar in my car. Wait here.”

He heard their footsteps on the wooden porch, then on snow, quieter and farther away. If they didn’t come back, he would have no way of leaving, so he ran towards the window with a stuttering heart. He stood and waited, staring through the glass.

Just a minute later, he saw the stranger for the first time. And the stranger saw him. Jackie didn’t recognize the man, but he was desperate for any help at all, and the crowbar was surely heavy enough to shatter anything. 

On the other side of the window, the stranger stepped closer and raised the crowbar. He was clearly not used to wielding it. His gait was all uneven, his grip unbalanced. Nevertheless, he was much more muscular than Jackie, and when he swung downwards, the glass shattered at once.

The crowbar came down a second time. The opening was now large enough to slip through. Broken glass littered the floor. He dropped the crowbar and came closer to the panes, hesitant to touch the jagged edges.

The man had a certain look, furrowing his brows, briefly distracted. “Do you smell that?”

“Thank you,” Jackie said, almost collapsing with relief. “I’m—I’m really sorry for the trouble. You’ll get used to the smell. Wait, don’t come inside yet.”

He waited without interrupting as Jackie took a blanket from the sofa and packed it into the opening. Then Jackie gave him a nod.

The stranger lifted off the ground and past the window, then put his weight on the sofa, which was pushed against the wall under the sill, and landed on his feet when he hit the floor.

“What’s your name?” Jackie asked.

“I’m Ravi. Heather’s colleague. From work. From a research project.” He dusted himself off, and inspected a small scratch on his arm, before facing Jackie again. “Are you Heather’s brother?”

Jackie shook his head. 

Ravi seemed to realize Jackie wasn’t going to elaborate, so he instead asked, “Where is Heather? Is she sick? I mean, she’s always been punctual. I wouldn’t have come, in other circumstances, but she’s always answered my calls, so I wasn’t sure if…”

“Well, you came at a good time. The pantry just ran out.” Jackie headed towards the hallway. “Heather is in the basement.”

Ravi paused again, but followed him soon enough to the basement door. Jackie had left it open. Flies flickered in the air, and a few landed on the doorframe.

“You have an insect problem,” Ravi said.

Jackie did not reply. 

In the ensuing silence, Ravi twisted his hands together and cleared his throat. “Heather? It’s Ravi. Are you down there? I’m with your friend. I just wanted to—”

“She’s not…” Jackie’s voice cracked. He took a deep breath. He could not fall apart while this stranger was watching. He needed to get out of here, he needed to keep his wits about him. He could finally leave. He was so close to leaving. “Sorry.”

“Oh. Hey. No, it’s okay.” Ravi turned towards him. He was taller than Jackie, and older than Heather by at least a few years. His eyes were nothing but warm. “What is it? What happened?”

He just stood there, staring at the door, unable to answer. 

“It’s fine,” Ravi said. “You can tell me later. I’m going downstairs now.” 

Jackie kept standing there like a startled hare, unable to give any warning, as Ravi descended into the darkness underground. The din of buzzing grew louder. He heard Ravi stop. The lights turned on.

And he knew what Ravi saw, because the lights instantly went out, and Ravi came stumbling back upstairs, then slammed the door shut. It startled the flies. Jackie could only hear their buzzing as they clouded the air.

Ravi was shaking. He pressed his back against the door, his grip pale-knuckled on the doorknob. 

It was selfish, but Jackie was glad this stranger saw her. For whatever reason, the sharing of this terrible secret was a great weight off his chest, and Jackie calmed down somewhat. Maybe it was just the comfort of talking to another person. He was breathing a little more normally now. Flies flecked his palms, his arms, trailing against his face. He brushed them off his cheeks with the back of his wrist.

“Oh.” Ravi’s voice trembled. “We need to call the police.”

“I don’t know where the phone is. She hid it somewhere.”

“I have a phone.” He blinked. “She hid it?”

“She didn’t want me to call anyone.”

“What are you talking about?” He smiled, terrified, laughing nervously. “Aren’t you supposed to be in school right now? Haven’t your teachers noticed?”

Jackie narrowed his eyes. “I’m twenty-one.”

“Of course.” This information seemed to be the least of Ravi’s problems, and as he pushed his bangs out of his face his shuddering laugh became worse, quiet and raspy and stuttering all his words. “Oh, I—I can’t—you can’t be—”

“She fell down the stairs. Her neck broke.” 

“What—why was she—” He stopped abruptly. His gaze focused on Jackie again, carefully this time. “What was—what did you say your name was?”

“Jackie Rockwell. I was… I was renting a room here.”

“I—I’ve heard that name before. That was…” But it eluded him. “You’re not related to her.”

He nodded.

“I could swear… were you on the news? Or—or the newspaper?”

Hope briefly glowed in Jackie. Heather had always said nobody noticed his disappearance, but she was dead anyway, and it was nice to think people were looking for him. “I wouldn’t know. I haven't left the house in a while, and I can't call anyone, like I said.”

“Really? That’s horrible.”

Well, it was nice to hear someone say it. “It doesn’t matter now. We should get out of here.”

“Right.” Ravi regained some of his nerves and let go of the door, standing up straighter. “My car is outside. I could drive you somewhere, if you want. Or we can wait for the—well, the police, together, if you’d rather do that.”

“Actually, I need to get something from upstairs,” Jackie said. “It might take me a while. We don’t have time to wait. You should go outside and call. I’ll meet you there.”

Ravi nodded and set off towards the broken window, a little too quickly. Jackie stood waiting until he was sure Ravi was gone. 

Soon, the house was quiet again. Jackie turned towards the basement door.

He didn’t open it, though. He didn’t want to see her. Heather wouldn’t be recognizable anymore. Jackie still remembered what her face used to look like, the sound of her voice. One day the memory would leave his grasp, regardless of how tightly he held it, so he pictured her vividly while he still could.

Heather had been reduced to a writhing mass of worms and melting flesh, and if she was still listening, she would have wanted nothing more than to make Jackie suffer for what he did. There were no words that could stitch up her pockmarked body. It was time to leave.

He turned around and softly walked upstairs. He hesitated in front of Heather’s room, but he knew Ravi would come looking for him after a while, so he opened the door eventually. Jackie had discovered some money under the bed earlier. A few hundred dollars. And, as always, he kept the scalpel safely hidden away in his pocket. 

When he came back downstairs for his coat, Ravi still hadn’t returned. Jackie pulled the sleeves over his shoulders and gazed through the broken window. He couldn’t see Ravi’s car. It must have been parked near the garage. He would be able to leave around the back unnoticed. 

Jackie stepped through the window and landed ungracefully in the snow. It stung his hands and left his skin a painful red. It was too late to go back for his gloves, however. He walked forwards, ignoring the cold, towards the pale shapes of smoke curling over the horizon.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

That's the end of this AU. Afterwards, Jackie is found by the police, but they recognize him as a missing person and let him go free. Jackie more or less just continues living his normal life again. Ravi might try to give him financial aid, but their relationship wouldn't develop any further.

Although Jackie escapes, this is not really a happy ending. Jackie never gets any closure, he is completely alone, and now he also has to deal with all the baggage of being immortal on his own. And he would definitely not deal with any of his trauma in a healthy way, so it all goes downhill from this point. Also, Heather dies and can't commit any more crimes finish her research. So it's very angsty overall.

Ravi, Heather's coworker, shows up in this AU as well. He actually shows up in a lot of AUs because I never found a way to write him into the canon series. He's the most normal character. Really just some guy …

Heather is implied to be a ghost, but it's up to reader interpretation if she is actually haunting Jackie or not. Just so you know, Ghost Heather would be very petty and break all of Jackie's vases or something

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@yassifiedinformation @creppersfunpalooza

@vidawhump @dont-look-me-in-the-eye

[misiahasahardname]

team amazon

the punching bag of the season :(