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stranger-in-a-strange--land:

i decided to dress up like French and it kind of worked

here you go i suppose c:

((OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH YOU ARE A PERFECT FRENCH AAAAAAA thank you so much aaaaa youre lovely ;u;))

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PSYCH: "Sociology has branched out quite a bit and made numerous friends, but I haven't socialized much. The only person I've gotten acquainted with is Health..."

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ASTRONOMY: "We've all been wonderful! We're all currently on winter break and we're all relaxing."

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((hi everyone!!!! after what seems like forever, this blog is back in business! i got a new tablet for Christmas so i am now able to answer questions with drawings once again! uvu happy holidays everyone!))

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German = Klaus

Spanish = Turi

French = Cherise

((As a note, I want to mention that the classes usually refer to each other as their human names, but they occasionally will use their class “nicknames” when being casual or familiar with each other. The language classes especially do this most often.))

  Turi hadn’t been himself. Nearly a week had passed since he had started acting strangely, but neither he nor Klaus had mentioned it to one another. As a matter of fact, Turi hadn’t even spoken to Klaus since then. They hadn’t shared a hateful glance or even a subtle brush against the hand. Klaus was beginning to worry, so he decided to confront Turi about it. When he found him packing things into his locker, Klaus slammed Turi’s locker shut before he was finished, to catch his attention.

“Hey,” Klaus said, leaning on Turi’s locker with one arm. “What’s your problem?”

“What’s yours?” Turi replied, although not as bitterly as Klaus was expecting.

“You haven’t spoken to me in a week,” Klaus continued.

“Why would I?”

“We’re dating.” Klaus sneered. “You were the one who suggested we date.”

“You were the one that agreed.” Turi looked away and started to walk off, but Klaus pulled him back and put both of his palms on the lockers around Turi to trap him in place.

“Don’t fuck with me, Span…” Klaus lost the anger in his voice and replaced it with a quiet, almost embarrassed tone of concern. He felt his heart suddenly start to thump in his chest, hoping that Turi wouldn’t hear it. Turi sighed and stared at his feet.

“Cherise, she…” Turi started, his voice trailing off. “I didn’t know she felt that way about me…”

“You’re still thinking about that?” Klaus asked, a bit surprised that Turi was so upset by what had happened when everyone found out that Cherise had feelings for him. “Turi, you know that French isn’t upset anymore. Have you even talked to her? She’s doing so much better. Don’t be such a—”

“That’s not why I’m upset,” Turi interrupted. Klaus’s eyebrows knitted together.

“Then why are you?” he asked. Turi inhaled deeply, and then hesitantly flickered his gaze up to Klaus’s.

“The only reason I didn’t notice her feelings is because of you,” Turi said in a soft voice. “I’ve been…too focused on you to notice anyone else.”

Klaus was speechless. He gulped, looking at Turi with widened eyes, still unsure of what to say to him. He listened to him continue after a few moments of silence. Turi lowered his head and pressed his palms to his eyes.

“Fuck you,” Turi whispered, his voice trembling. “Fuck you for making me fall in love with such a pompous asshole.”

Klaus bit his lip, feeling his heart begin to swell in his chest. Tears had begun to drip from Turi’s eyes, dripping onto Klaus’s shirt. He shook his head, his fists still pressed against his eyes. Klaus reached forward and hugged Turi, tighter than he ever had before. He held him tight against his chest, his arms wrapped around his waist and his chin tucked over Turi’s shoulder. He felt Turi’s chest rise and fall with a heavy breath, his voice crack with a strained sigh, and his heart begin to pound as hard as Klaus’s had been. Turi returned the embrace slowly, but was soon holding Klaus just as tight.

“I love you, too,” Klaus whispered, his voice muffled by Turi’s neck. He kissed him softly. Turi seemed to melt in his arms, his knees buckling and Klaus having to hold him up.

“Don’t leave, then,” Turi said weakly. He searched for Klaus’s lips, finding them and caressing them with his own. Klaus felt a small smile form on Turi’s face as he replied.

“I never will.”

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English = Alex

Drawing = Sorrel

  “You’re doing it wrong,” Sorrel muttered under his breath.

“Uh, excuse me?” Alex snapped, lifting her pencil. “What do you know about writing, exactly?”

“I know that you’re supposed to indent every paragraph when you write an essay, duh,” Sorrel retorted. He rolled his eyes at her. Alex raised her hand and smacked him over the head.

“Not every line, you moron! This isn’t a new paragraph!”

“Well, maybe if you knew how to use transitions, I would have known that!” Sorrel rubbed his head in pain from where Alex had hit him. She exclaimed in disgust, shaking her head.

“Will you please shut up for a few minutes?” Alex hissed. “I really don’t know why you’re even here. Don’t you have something better to be doing?”

“I have nothing to do,” Sorrel replied, stretching out on the desk in front of him. He laid himself over all of Alex’s writing and planted his face to the table.

“Get off of my desk!”

“Come on, let’s go do something,” Sorrel whined. “This is so boring.”

“I never asked you to come watch me write an essay!” Alex spat. She let out a heavy sigh and rubbed her temples. “You’re really annoying.”

“You’re a bitch,” Sorrel murmured, twirling his fingers in the air with his face still flat on the desk. Alex smacked the back of his head again and he winced in pain, curling up with his face between his knees and his hands on his head. She couldn’t help but giggle a bit at him.

“Fine, we can go do something, but you have to get off my goddamn paper first,” Alex said, poking Sorrel’s shoulder and nudging him to get off of the desk. Sorrel muttered something and rose from the desk, his hair ruffled and his face red from where he had pressed it on the table. Alex giggled again as she packed up her things and put them back into her bag. Once she had finished, Alex took Sorrel’s hand into her own and stood up, pulling him along.

“Come on,” she whined, imitating Sorrel’s complaints. “It’s so boring here.”

“I didn’t sound like that!” he shot back. Although his voice was angry, Sorrel couldn’t help but smile at her. Alex began to laugh.

“You’re a dumbass,” Sorrel said, grinning as he gently shoved Alex. She gave him a peck on his cheek.

“You are, too.”

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I just wanna say I reeeally love how even though you're having issues with your tablet, you still keep this blog up. Not a lot of blogs do that ^^

((thank you friend!!! i really love working on this blog and i want to do whatever i can to keep it going until i can draw for it again uvu))

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((Ava is Health, Jason is Phys Ed and Shiloh is Health Club!))

  “Shiloh! Shiloh?” Ava called for him, but there was no answer. She wondered where he was if the daycare room was empty. She started to get worried; Shiloh sometimes wandered off on his own and got into trouble.

“Oh, jeez,” Ava muttered to herself, shaking her head. “Now what am I going to do?”

“Something wrong?”

Ava turned around and smiled when she saw Jason standing in the doorway of the daycare room. He had his backpack slung over his shoulder.

“Where’s Shiloh?” Jason asked her, looking around the empty room. Shiloh’s bag and lunch box were sitting at a small table beside the wall, but Shiloh was nowhere to be found.

“I don’t know,” Ava sighed. “I really wish the others wouldn’t let him wander off…”

“Hey, don’t sweat it!” Jason assured her. He held out his hand to her. “We’ll find Shiloh.”

Ava smiled and took Jason’s hand, feeling a bit reassured that he would help her find her sibling. He cared just as much about Shiloh as Ava did, and he was just like an older brother to him. Ava picked up Shiloh’s bag and lunch box from the table, and then she and Jason walked from the daycare room, hand-in-hand.

“I bet Shi is just playing with the other kids,” Jason said.

“I just wish he would wait for me after school before he went running off,” Ava complained. She squeezed Jason’s hand and he pulled her closer. “But thanks for always helping with Shiloh, Jason. He really looks up to you, I hope you know.”

“I love you, so of course I’d help out with your little sib,” Jason said with a smile. Ava felt herself blush a bit. She reached up to kiss Jason’s cheek, but she was cut off when Jason stopped walking. Ava turned her head to see what Jason had stopped for, and saw a small child in a green sweater standing in the hallway in front of them.

“You only like me because of Ava?” Shiloh asked in a quiet voice. Ava gulped and looked to Jason. He released Ava’s hand and walked over to Shiloh, kneeling down beside him.

“I love you just as much as Ava, Shiloh,” Jason said, brushing some hair from Shiloh’s eyes.

“But you only play with me because Ava is my sister,” he protested, avoiding Jason’s gaze.

“That’s not why.” Jason gave Shiloh a gentle smile. “I love you for you. You’re as much of a family to me as Ava is. You guys are my best friends!”

“Really?” Shiloh asked quietly, looking up at Jason.

“Of course!” Jason replied. He picked up Shiloh into his arms and gave him a big hug. “Let’s all go home and we can make cookies together like I promised. Okay?”

“Sugar-free cookies,” Ava corrected him, giving both of them a smile. Shiloh laughed, hugging Jason around his neck. “Okay,” he said. Ava walked back over to the two of them and took Jason’s hand again.

“Thanks, Jason,” she whispered as they began to walk. He smiled at her and gave her a peck on the cheek.

“No prob.”

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francisbonerfoi:

My name is Jace and I rly like your au okay. I did a quickly closet cosplay of Writing. I really like his character!

Sorry to bother you so much Fishyyyy

((AAAAA OH MY GOSH???? JACE YOURE A PERFECT WRITING YOURE REALLY CUTE AAA WOW IM SO HAPPY ;;u;;))

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I know you put English down as heterosexual but I can't help but ship her with World History now I feel bad, hehe. Also, I hope your tablet situation works out soon! D:

((thats alright, dont feel bad for shipping!!! uvu and thank you! i may not be getting a new tablet until around Christmas time but i will try to get one as soon as possible!))

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((Carson is Statistics and Abigail is Physics!))

As she exited the science lab, Abigail took down the last of her notes in the corner of her notebook page. The page was entirely covered by her chicken scratches and doodles of diagrams and various data she had felt appropriate to take note of. She sighed in exhaustion and pushed a lone lock of hair behind her ear. Her ponytail was coming undone and she could practically feel the bags under her eyes beginning to form. She had been working hard all week to finish her work in the lab.

“Still at it?” came a familiar voice from behind Abigail. She turned around to see Carson leaning against the wall beside the doorway. Abigail let out another sigh.

“I’ll keep working until all the work is done,” she replied, closing her notebook and sticking her pen behind her ear. Carson chuckled. “You’re no fun,” she said with a pout.

“I get things done,” Abigail retorted. “Unlike some people…”

“You gotta relax sometime, babe.” Carson walked a bit closer to Abigail, leaning on the wall and smirking at her through curled lips and narrowed eyes. Abigail’s shoulders tensed and she hugged her notebook to her chest, grimacing.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” she murmured, avoiding Carson’s gaze.

“Nowhere but here,” the blonde replied.

“Wouldn’t you rather be with someone interesting?”

“Nobody’s more interesting than a dork who forgot to take off her lab goggles.”

Abigail felt a hot wave of embarrassment wash over her. She shot her hand up and felt around her eyes, and to her despair she found her goggles still on her face. Quickly taking them off, her ears burned as Carson began to laugh.

“Laugh all you want,” Abigail stammered. “At least I’m not my brother. He never even takes his off, even in public.”

“Well, you’re the eldest; he must have gotten his little quirks from you,” Carson snickered.

“You’re the eldest of your siblings, too!”

“My family isn’t as dorky as yours.”

“Oh, really? I’ll have you know that your brother has made mine—”

Abigail was cut short by Carson’s lips being pressed against hers. Her eyes went wide, and she dropped her notebook to the floor. She felt as if she would collapse from her wobbling knees but Carson held her up gently. A squeak came from Abigail’s throat when she felt Carson’s tongue ring graze her teeth. The blonde smiled against her lips and pulled away, releasing Abigail. She let out a soft laugh before turning and walking back down the hallway, leaving Abigail standing alone in shock, her face red and flustered. Carson waved back at her without turning and Abigail could hear her say something to herself.

“Dork.”

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Human Names

((hey guys!!! since i wont be able to draw for this blog until further notice, i will be writing fics from time to time. for reference and if anyone else would like to write fics to be on this blog, im posting all the canon human names for all the classes!! uvu))

FOREIGN LANGUAGE CLASSES

GERMAN: Klaus Kroll

FRENCH: Cherise Bertrand

SPANISH: Turi Garcia

ASL: Quinn Knapp

LITERATURE CLASSES

WRITING: Elliot Tranmer

ENGLISH: Alex Tranmer

READING: Leila Tranmer

MATH CLASSES

STATISTICS: Carson Goodall

CALCULUS: Emerson Goodall

TRIGONOMETRY: Tina Goodall

GEOMETRY: Chase Goodall

ALGEBRA I: Kendall Goodall

ALGEBRA II: Riley Goodall

MUSIC CLASSES

ORCHESTRA: Stephen Davisson

CHOIR: Marcela Morvay

BAND: Brian Lin

SCIENCE CLASSES

CHEMISTRY: Aidan Bohr

PHYSICS: Abigail Bohr

ASTRONOMY: Ashtyn Bohr

BIOLOGY: Austin Bohr

SOCIAL SCIENCES CLASSES

PSYCHOLOGY: Sage Amari

SOCIOLOGY: Peyton Amari

SOCIAL STUDIES CLASSES

WORLD HISTORY: Janelle Abraham

US GOVERNMENT: Valerie Abraham

GEOGRAPHY: Kaylee Abraham

US HISTORY: Kyle Abraham

WELL-BEING CLASSES

HEALTH: Ava Oleski

PHYS ED: Jason Kraft

HOME EC: Kari Saar

SEX ED: Anna Kelsch

LUNCH: Toby Stranberg

ART CLASSES

PAINTING: Kiev Kalman

SCULPTING: London Kalman

JEWELRY MAKING: Kit Kalman

DRAWING: Sorrel Kalman

MISC CLASSES

JORNALISM: Devon Bouchard

PHOTOGRAPHY: Erin Metting

DEBATE: Isabelle Tranmer

STUDY HALL: Becca Tranmer

DRAMA: Mary York

FOODS: Kevin Guay

GRAPHIC DESIGN: Jace Kalman

TECH ED: Dana Gravett

PROGRAMMING: Jamie Carney

CLUBS

SPEECH TEAM: Veronica Tranmer

MATH LEAGUE: Jonathan Goodall

HEALTH CLUB: Shiloh Oleski

ART CLUB: Beverly Kalman

ANIME CLUB: Len Kalman

GSA: Pieter Odelle

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((Klaus is German and Turi is Spanish!))

  “I’m getting so fucking tired of you.” Turi scowled as he watched Klaus walk away in a huff.

“You’re tired of me?” Klaus shot back, stopping in his tracks and turning to Turi. “Try dealing with having to live with yourself for a day and see how tired of me you are.”

“That’s funny,” Turi scoffed. “You’re a pompous asshole, did you know that?”

“You’re a flamboyant prick,” Klaus retorted.

“Fuckhead.” Turi took a step closer.

“Dipshit.” Klaus was leaning over Turi, grimacing.

“Kiss me.”

Klaus did kiss him, but it wasn’t exactly in the way that Turi was expecting, nor was it what he was hoping for. It was a gentle, soft kiss on his lips, rather than the violent, passionate one that would usually be delivered. Turi was confused.

“What the hell was that?” Turi asked, his face flushing. “What do you think this is?”

“I kissed you,” Klaus replied. “You asked me to.” “Not like that! You knew what I meant!” Turi fumed and shoved Klaus away, but was caught off guard by Klaus shoving him into the wall, pinning his wrists in an inescapable grip. Turi struggled but to no avail.

“Let go of me, you fucker!” Turi demanded. Klaus didn’t let go. He leaned his face in close to Turi’s and spoke slowly.

“What are we doing, Span?” Klaus mumbled.

“What are we doing? You’re the one who’s—” Turi started, only to be interrupted.

“What are we? You and me? Why are we doing this?”

“Doing…what?” Turi asked, his voice lowering. Klaus frowned.

“You know what I mean,” Klaus said bitterly. “Our whole ‘relationship’ thing that’s going on.”

“We’re not in a relationship,” Turi answered, turning his head from Klaus.

“Then what are we in?”

Turi didn’t answer. He had occasionally thought about that himself, although he had never come to a conclusion. What were he and Klaus? They both denied that they were interested in each other yet they continued their affairs with each other without thinking about it. Neither of them understood their situation.

“Be my boyfriend, then,” Turi finally said, feeling his face brighten with red. Klaus flinched but remained silent, so Turi leaned his face into Klaus’s and repeated what he said. “Did you hear me?” he asked, narrowing his eyes. “Be my boyfriend, dickhead.”

Klaus locked eyes with him and Turi felt his heart pound hard in his chest. Their lips slowly found each other and Turi’s eyes slid shut. His wrists were released from Klaus’s grip, so he slid his arms around Klaus’s neck. Normally he would have been bitter about the gentleness of their kiss but for some reason, Turi was alright with it.

“Fine,” Klaus said, pulling his lips away. “I’ll be your boyfriend. But don’t expect any special treatment.”

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((Elliot is Writing, Quinn is ASL and Cherise is French!))

“Really?” Elliot said, watching as Quinn signed to him. Quinn was smiling brightly as they explained what they had heard from Cherise.

“She said that she was still considering it,” Quinn signed slowly, minding that Elliot was still in the process of learning sign language.

“So it’s not completely hopeless,” Elliot sighed, feeling a weight lift from his chest. “Cherise might still consider going out with me! Thanks, Quinn, you’re the best!”

Elliot grinned and hugged Quinn tightly, the hug being returned gently but gladly by his slightly fragile friend (Elliot usually forgot how little Quinn was). He normally only acted this way around Quinn because he knew they wouldn’t judge him for what he really felt. Elliot hadn’t even been able to communicate with Quinn for a very long time because he had never known sign language before. But for his friend, he was willing to spend hours on end practicing signs and gestures just so he could communicate more with Quinn.

“Hey, Quinn…” Elliot started, lowering his voice a bit. He released Quinn in the hug and stepped back to look at them. “Have you ever been in a relationship?” Quinn smiled, and shook their head no.

“Why not?” Elliot asked.

“I am happy with friendship alone,” Quinn signed, “especially when I have you as a friend.”

Quinn gently touched Elliot’s chest and smiled up at him. Elliot couldn’t stop the smile on his face. He slowly brought his hands up and paused for a moment. Quinn looked surprised that Elliot was going to try to sign.

“I might mess this up, but, uh…” Elliot gulped and inhaled slowly. He shakily, but successfully signed “I love you.”

Quinn’s eyes softened and they smiled as they signed back.

“I love you, too.”

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((Leila is Reading and London is Sculpting!))

“I can’t do it,” Leila said, becoming frustrated. She tore her hands away from the clay and folded them together. “My hands won’t stop shaking.”

“You can do it, Leila,” London assured her, taking her hands into his. “Just relax. Don’t worry about making it perfect. I know you can do it.” His smile made Leila feel a little better.

“My Tourette’s isn’t helping very much,” she said in a low voice. London said nothing as he guided Leila’s hands back to the clay in front of her.

“You know how to make these,” London said. “Just feel.” Leila looked at him and smiled, knowing that he couldn’t see her. She felt calm to see his eyes, though looking through her, seeming so warm. She turned back to the clay and began to shape it how she was taught, like London had shown her so many times before. The clay was cool and slimy, a feeling that normally would have made Leila uncomfortable but now was a soothing texture after many afternoons of sitting in the art rooms with London. He was quiet as Leila began to sculpt until he finally broke the silence.

“We are greater than the sum of our parts.”

“What?” Leila asked, stopping what she was doing. She turned to London, whose gaze was past her, although there was a smile on his face.

“Isn’t that a line from Looking for Alaska?” London asked her.

“Ah, y-yes, I think it is,” Leila replied, realizing it. London took her hands again and guided them back to the clay. He kept them around hers as she began to sculpt again. Leila felt her heart begin to race.

“I only was able to remember that one line after you read it to me,” London continued. “I wanted to read it again so I could understand it more, but I…”

“I could read it to you again,” Leila said quickly, before he was finished speaking. London laughed, holding her hands tighter,

“That’s okay, Lei,” he said, nodding. “Hey, don’t panic, just relax…” He noticed that she had begun to shake again. Leila’s heart was racing but she took in a deep breath and calmed herself so that she wouldn’t tremble so much. London guided her hands until she was calm enough to sculpt herself. He smiled and rested his head on her shoulder as she continued the sculpture by herself. She couldn’t help but smile, knowing again that he couldn’t see it.

“So,” London said, “what book will we read next?”