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Heather Chandler the butler
Chandler as Veronica's butler!
I was watching some stuff and got an idea of Chandler being Veronica's butler. Like if they swapped lives for the day. But that kind of goes with my whole Veronica's idea, where instead of heathers it's Veronica's. I won't explain the whole story of how that would happen cause I don't feel like it. But just know I have this story of Veronica's.
but for now, I guess I'd say the roles:
Chandler- as veronica(of course)
Duke- as Jd
Mac- as Martha
Veronica- as chandler
Then they'll be like two other Veronica's to complete the clique..
..........I don't know how I'd put all the other characters in place cause some might disagree. But that's what I have. Maybe some other time I'll explain Veronica's. Just maybe...
Veronica brushing her teeth
Alsoooooo!!
Since like, April pretty much, or maybe march... mainly April probably
I made up next generation kids in my mind for the heathers. I kind of thought I was the only one who made next generation kids for the heathers until I saw some post for it.
Sooooo, let me give you a tour!:
Since I ship chanduke, they'd have a daughter named: Madeline Chandler.
Was gonna give them a second daughter but I wasn't sure if I should.
Madeline would look more like chandler, she'd have strawberry blonde hair, but with brunette streaks in it. Her personality is a bit more like dukes(I don't have her personality down yet but I have to think of something). Madeline would most likely have anxiety sometimes. She's not as fierce as chandler but can sometimes be.
Since I ship Mcnamaywer, they'd have a daughter named: Camila sawyer.
I really wasn't sure if that would be her official name, but I just went with it(I don't know if I'll change her name in the future). I also was gonna give them a second daughter as well but I ain't too sure yet.
Shes alot like veronica. She's always there for Madeline when she's down. She also will protect Madeline at any cost. She's also pretty bright like mcnamara. So she can be energetic time to time(but Madeline's pretty energetic too)
Together Madeline and Camila ride skateboards together when they're outside and go on wild adventures.
*sighs* I know people might not agree with this one.... but.....
Since I ship kram, they'd have a daughter named: Charlie sweeney, and would probably also have a son named Denvor sweeney.
People might not agree with me on this because of how kurt and ram are, and I dont blame you. But I couldn't resist giving them a child for some reason. But ig in my universe of heathers, kurt and ram would be good. So... yeah. Don't come after me!
Charlie would be athletic of course, she loves to play tons of sports and sometimes might tease Camila and Madeline about certain stuff. 🤔 she'd probably think Madeline and Camila are gay for each other-
Denvor would be Charlie's little brother. He's acts charming and is a but more like Heather chandler. Which ram was confused about- he did enjoy hanging out with Heather chandler alot, so I guess so.... he also tends to get into ALOT of DANGER-
Anywayyyysss people.
Remember the stuff about their children isn't exactly official yet. Still have to figure out their personalities ig. Just wanted to share some stuff.
"Veronica's"
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Night. Only a couple of luminous sequins are visible in the sky.
Vinc did not often have the time and energy to watch the city quiet at night, but today nothing bothered him anymore, from which, after finishing his cigarette, he took out the second one from the pack, lighting it from the first.
He inhaled greedily and blew out a ring of smoke that floated skyward across the street.
He was thinking about his life and his choices, standing on the balcony of the apartment of a bitch with whom he had fucked again not more than an hour ago with the feeling that he was doing it against his own will... If only she would finally shut up and give him time to be alone with himself and his thoughts.
Every time he forgot himself for a while in the bliss of orgasm, he realized with horror that she did not need him. All she needs is his cock, even if she never says it out in the open. And because of this, Vinc saw nothing in her but an insatiable whore... Perhaps because it was so?
Vinc took another drag, looking at the bottomless blackness of the sky.
"No, - he thought, frowning, - that's not what I want. I'm not supposed to be here right now. At least not next to that hypocritical slut!"
A couple of sparks flew between the ends of his forked tail. Vinc looked at the cigarette in his hand with disgust. Barely restraining himself from shouting in anger at himself and his life to the whole street, he put out his cigarette, leaving the butt next to the first one and, turning abruptly on his heels, returned to the room.
This whore, who gave him nothing in return except her hole, slept peacefully in her bed, unaware that she would wake up alone...
After collecting all his belongings, deleting numbers and correspondence with each other from their phones and quietly leaving the smoky apartment, Vinc breathed a sigh of relief.
"Tomorrow is another day," an old phrase floated through his mind.
Adjusting the strap of his backpack on his shoulder, he took a step away. Get away from this house. Get away from HER. Away from his old life.
Vinc walked down the street, not knowing what to do now. As he walked aimlessly through the streets, his empty stomach made itself felt. Because of this, the only thing that came to mind was that there was probably only one cafe open at this hour.
"Veronica's."
Slightly touching the bells with the door, which made them ring, making a strange combination of sounds, Vinc went inside a small cafe on the outskirts of the city.
It's funny that even though this cafe was called Veronica's, but the manager of this institution, and concurrently his barista on the night shift, is called Zel.
- Welcome! - the rabbit girl greeted him, grabbing a notebook and pencil from her breast pocket.
- Hello to you too, Zel. I'm sorry it's so late.
- Yes, it's okay. Can I bring you the usual caramel latte and "New York" cheesecake?
- No, I could use a cheer up and breakfast right now. Better get me a big cappuccino and a salmon sandwich.
- Okay! - Zel replied, writing down the order in her notebook. - That'll be 4 dollars and 95 cents. Payment by card?
- Yeah.
Zel left to prepare the order.
Vinc turned his gaze to the street.
Clouds were slowly drifting in from the horizon.
"It looks like it's going to rain all day today," - Vinc thought, sitting down at a table near the window in the corner of an empty cafe.
He stared at the street for a while, not thinking about anything...
- Your order! - Vinc twitched as Zel placed a tray of cappuccino and sandwich on the table. - Why are you so sad today? Did you choke on a cigarette butt again, or did that bitch take your brains out? - Zel asked, sitting down opposite the interlocutor.
- ...Well, how can I tell you... - Vinc began, taking his morning coffee from the tray. - I still quit "that bitch."
- What? And I thought you'd be under her thumb forever. - Zel commented, making a sly grimace.
Vinc just looked at her warningly while taking a sip.
- I also decided to quit smoking, - he continued, taking another sip and looking back at the street.
- What kind of mood are you in today? Both abominations that have been spoiling your life for so long, you decided to quit...
- Sobered up and fucked up.
Zel grinned and also looked at the street.
- And what are you going to do now? Will you just go back to your apartment? - Zel asked.
- I don't know, most likely after breakfast I'll take a walk in the park on the way there. And what?
- Just like that... Lately, visitors at this hour are rare, and it's boring for me to be alone on shift.
- Aah... So you wanted to gossip with me... Well, if you're so interested in chatting with me, then I have a question for you. - said Vinc, before eating the whole sandwich in three bites and finishing all the coffee in one big sip, while Zel waited for the phrase to continue.
- Where is the nearest sex shop? Or maybe you know where you can rent a "night butterfly"?
Zel almost choked on air from such a question.
- What do you mean?! Why do you need it???
- You can guess... It just turns out that now I have no one to fuck if I want to...
- And what do you need me for? - the bunny-girl frowned.
- I've already explained to you, Zel, you're like a cousin to me. And I don't want to feel like a sisterhood lover or, worse, a pedophile.
Zel pouted like a child whose parents refused to buy candy or a new toy. But, as often happens with her, this resentment did not last long, and bunny, after taking a breath, quickly calmed down, regaining her usual cheerfulness.
She looked at Vinc, who was taking his wallet out of his jacket pocket. Of course, she repeatedly scolded him about this and asked him to put his wallet at least in his inner pocket, but to no avail...
Vinc attached one of the cards from his wallet to a POS-terminal with a pre-typed amount. Putting the card, followed by the wallet in his jacket pocket, he got up from his seat, throwing his backpack with his belongings over his shoulder.
- Thank you, - Vinc said, heading for the exit. - It was delicious.
- You're welcome! Will you come in after work tonight? - Zel asked, getting up from her seat to remove the tray from the table.
- Heh, yeah. And save it for me as usual, okay?
- Deal!
After that, waving to each other, they parted: Vinc went to his apartment nearby to take a shower and change before work, and Zel, after removing the trash from the table, took an empty tray to the kitchen, preparing to receive new visitors.
It was already beginning to dawn outside, despite the dark gray clouds coming from the horizon.
A new day was beginning.
"Veronica's"
———————————‡~‡———————————
Night. Only a couple of luminous sequins are visible in the sky.
Vinc did not often have the time and energy to watch the city quiet at night, but today nothing bothered him anymore, from which, after finishing his cigarette, he took out the second one from the pack, lighting it from the first.
He inhaled greedily and blew out a ring of smoke that floated skyward across the street.
He was thinking about his life and his choices, standing on the balcony of the apartment of a bitch with whom he had fucked again not more than an hour ago with the feeling that he was doing it against his own will... If only she would finally shut up and give him time to be alone with himself and his thoughts.
Every time he forgot himself for a while in the bliss of orgasm, he realized with horror that she did not need him. All she needs is his cock, even if she never says it out in the open. And because of this, Vinc saw nothing in her but an insatiable whore... Perhaps because it was so?
Vinc took another drag, looking at the bottomless blackness of the sky.
"No, - he thought, frowning, - that's not what I want. I'm not supposed to be here right now. At least not next to that hypocritical slut!"
A couple of sparks flew between the ends of his forked tail. Vinc looked at the cigarette in his hand with disgust. Barely restraining himself from shouting in anger at himself and his life to the whole street, he put out his cigarette, leaving the butt next to the first one and, turning abruptly on his heels, returned to the room.
This whore, who gave him nothing in return except her hole, slept peacefully in her bed, unaware that she would wake up alone...
After collecting all his belongings, deleting numbers and correspondence with each other from their phones and quietly leaving the smoky apartment, Vinc breathed a sigh of relief.
"Tomorrow is another day," an old phrase floated through his mind.
Adjusting the strap of his backpack on his shoulder, he took a step away. Get away from this house. Get away from HER. Away from his old life.
Vinc walked down the street, not knowing what to do now. As he walked aimlessly through the streets, his empty stomach made itself felt. Because of this, the only thing that came to mind was that there was probably only one cafe open at this hour.
"Veronica's."
Slightly touching the bells with the door, which made them ring, making a strange combination of sounds, Vinc went inside a small cafe on the outskirts of the city.
It's funny that even though this cafe was called Veronica's, but the manager of this institution, and concurrently his barista on the night shift, is called Zel.
- Welcome! - the rabbit girl greeted him, grabbing a notebook and pencil from her breast pocket.
- Hello to you too, Zel. I'm sorry it's so late.
- Yes, it's okay. Can I bring you the usual caramel latte and "New York" cheesecake?
- No, I could use a cheer up and breakfast right now. Better get me a big cappuccino and a salmon sandwich.
- Okay! - Zel replied, writing down the order in her notebook. - That'll be 4 dollars and 95 cents. Payment by card?
- Yeah.
Zel left to prepare the order.
Vinc turned his gaze to the street.
Clouds were slowly drifting in from the horizon.
"It looks like it's going to rain all day today," - Vinc thought, sitting down at a table near the window in the corner of an empty cafe.
He stared at the street for a while, not thinking about anything...
- Your order! - Vinc twitched as Zel placed a tray of cappuccino and sandwich on the table. - Why are you so sad today? Did you choke on a cigarette butt again, or did that bitch take your brains out? - Zel asked, sitting down opposite the interlocutor.
- ...Well, how can I tell you... - Vinc began, taking his morning coffee from the tray. - I still quit "that bitch."
- What? And I thought you'd be under her thumb forever. - Zel commented, making a sly grimace.
Vinc just looked at her warningly while taking a sip.
- I also decided to quit smoking, - he continued, taking another sip and looking back at the street.
- What kind of mood are you in today? Both abominations that have been spoiling your life for so long, you decided to quit...
- Sobered up and fucked up.
Zel grinned and also looked at the street.
- And what are you going to do now? Will you just go back to your apartment? - Zel asked.
- I don't know, most likely after breakfast I'll take a walk in the park on the way there. And what?
- Just like that... Lately, visitors at this hour are rare, and it's boring for me to be alone on shift.
- Aah... So you wanted to gossip with me... Well, if you're so interested in chatting with me, then I have a question for you. - said Vinc, before eating the whole sandwich in three bites and finishing all the coffee in one big sip, while Zel waited for the phrase to continue.
- Where is the nearest sex shop? Or maybe you know where you can rent a "night butterfly"?
Zel almost choked on air from such a question.
- What do you mean?! Why do you need it???
- You can guess... It just turns out that now I have no one to fuck if I want to...
- And what do you need me for? - the bunny-girl frowned.
- I've already explained to you, Zel, you're like a cousin to me. And I don't want to feel like a sisterhood lover or, worse, a pedophile.
Zel pouted like a child whose parents refused to buy candy or a new toy. But, as often happens with her, this resentment did not last long, and bunny, after taking a breath, quickly calmed down, regaining her usual cheerfulness.
She looked at Vinc, who was taking his wallet out of his jacket pocket. Of course, she repeatedly scolded him about this and asked him to put his wallet at least in his inner pocket, but to no avail...
Vinc attached one of the cards from his wallet to a POS-terminal with a pre-typed amount. Putting the card, followed by the wallet in his jacket pocket, he got up from his seat, throwing his backpack with his belongings over his shoulder.
- Thank you, - Vinc said, heading for the exit. - It was delicious.
- You're welcome! Will you come in after work tonight? - Zel asked, getting up from her seat to remove the tray from the table.
- Heh, yeah. And save it for me as usual, okay?
- Deal!
After that, waving to each other, they parted: Vinc went to his apartment nearby to take a shower and change before work, and Zel, after removing the trash from the table, took an empty tray to the kitchen, preparing to receive new visitors.
It was already beginning to dawn outside, despite the dark gray clouds coming from the horizon.
A new day was beginning.
"Veronica's"
———————————‡~‡———————————
Night. Only a couple of luminous sequins are visible in the sky.
Vinc did not often have the time and energy to watch the city quiet at night, but today nothing bothered him anymore, from which, after finishing his cigarette, he took out the second one from the pack, lighting it from the first.
He inhaled greedily and blew out a ring of smoke that floated skyward across the street.
He was thinking about his life and his choices, standing on the balcony of the apartment of a bitch with whom he had fucked again not more than an hour ago with the feeling that he was doing it against his own will... If only she would finally shut up and give him time to be alone with himself and his thoughts.
Every time he forgot himself for a while in the bliss of orgasm, he realized with horror that she did not need him. All she needs is his cock, even if she never says it out in the open. And because of this, Vinc saw nothing in her but an insatiable whore... Perhaps because it was so?
Vinc took another drag, looking at the bottomless blackness of the sky.
"No, - he thought, frowning, - that's not what I want. I'm not supposed to be here right now. At least not next to that hypocritical slut!"
A couple of sparks flew between the ends of his forked tail. Vinc looked at the cigarette in his hand with disgust. Barely restraining himself from shouting in anger at himself and his life to the whole street, he put out his cigarette, leaving the butt next to the first one and, turning abruptly on his heels, returned to the room.
This whore, who gave him nothing in return except her hole, slept peacefully in her bed, unaware that she would wake up alone...
After collecting all his belongings, deleting numbers and correspondence with each other from their phones and quietly leaving the smoky apartment, Vinc breathed a sigh of relief.
"Tomorrow is another day," an old phrase floated through his mind.
Adjusting the strap of his backpack on his shoulder, he took a step away. Get away from this house. Get away from HER. Away from his old life.
Vinc walked down the street, not knowing what to do now. As he walked aimlessly through the streets, his empty stomach made itself felt. Because of this, the only thing that came to mind was that there was probably only one cafe open at this hour.
"Veronica's."
Slightly touching the bells with the door, which made them ring, making a strange combination of sounds, Vinc went inside a small cafe on the outskirts of the city.
It's funny that even though this cafe was called Veronica's, but the manager of this institution, and concurrently his barista on the night shift, is called Zel.
- Welcome! - the rabbit girl greeted him, grabbing a notebook and pencil from her breast pocket.
- Hello to you too, Zel. I'm sorry it's so late.
- Yes, it's okay. Can I bring you the usual caramel latte and "New York" cheesecake?
- No, I could use a cheer up and breakfast right now. Better get me a big cappuccino and a salmon sandwich.
- Okay! - Zel replied, writing down the order in her notebook. - That'll be 4 dollars and 95 cents. Payment by card?
- Yeah.
Zel left to prepare the order.
Vinc turned his gaze to the street.
Clouds were slowly drifting in from the horizon.
"It looks like it's going to rain all day today," - Vinc thought, sitting down at a table near the window in the corner of an empty cafe.
He stared at the street for a while, not thinking about anything...
- Your order! - Vinc twitched as Zel placed a tray of cappuccino and sandwich on the table. - Why are you so sad today? Did you choke on a cigarette butt again, or did that bitch take your brains out? - Zel asked, sitting down opposite the interlocutor.
- ...Well, how can I tell you... - Vinc began, taking his morning coffee from the tray. - I still quit "that bitch."
- What? And I thought you'd be under her thumb forever. - Zel commented, making a sly grimace.
Vinc just looked at her warningly while taking a sip.
- I also decided to quit smoking, - he continued, taking another sip and looking back at the street.
- What kind of mood are you in today? Both abominations that have been spoiling your life for so long, you decided to quit...
- Sobered up and fucked up.
Zel grinned and also looked at the street.
- And what are you going to do now? Will you just go back to your apartment? - Zel asked.
- I don't know, most likely after breakfast I'll take a walk in the park on the way there. And what?
- Just like that... Lately, visitors at this hour are rare, and it's boring for me to be alone on shift.
- Aah... So you wanted to gossip with me... Well, if you're so interested in chatting with me, then I have a question for you. - said Vinc, before eating the whole sandwich in three bites and finishing all the coffee in one big sip, while Zel waited for the phrase to continue.
- Where is the nearest sex shop? Or maybe you know where you can rent a "night butterfly"?
Zel almost choked on air from such a question.
- What do you mean?! Why do you need it???
- You can guess... It just turns out that now I have no one to fuck if I want to...
- And what do you need me for? - the bunny-girl frowned.
- I've already explained to you, Zel, you're like a cousin to me. And I don't want to feel like a sisterhood lover or, worse, a pedophile.
Zel pouted like a child whose parents refused to buy candy or a new toy. But, as often happens with her, this resentment did not last long, and bunny, after taking a breath, quickly calmed down, regaining her usual cheerfulness.
She looked at Vinc, who was taking his wallet out of his jacket pocket. Of course, she repeatedly scolded him about this and asked him to put his wallet at least in his inner pocket, but to no avail...
Vinc attached one of the cards from his wallet to a POS-terminal with a pre-typed amount. Putting the card, followed by the wallet in his jacket pocket, he got up from his seat, throwing his backpack with his belongings over his shoulder.
- Thank you, - Vinc said, heading for the exit. - It was delicious.
- You're welcome! Will you come in after work tonight? - Zel asked, getting up from her seat to remove the tray from the table.
- Heh, yeah. And save it for me as usual, okay?
- Deal!
After that, waving to each other, they parted: Vinc went to his apartment nearby to take a shower and change before work, and Zel, after removing the trash from the table, took an empty tray to the kitchen, preparing to receive new visitors.
It was already beginning to dawn outside, despite the dark gray clouds coming from the horizon.
A new day was beginning.
Due to the holidays, I have a little time to take a break, so I downloaded Vox-shimeji to my computer...
And this is the moment that gave me the idea for this art:
- Just sit still! Stop crawling all over my screen! I can't see the stream because of you!
- I am Spiderman! I can crawl wherever I want!!!
Due to the holidays, I have a little time to take a break, so I downloaded Vox-shimeji to my computer...
And this is the moment that gave me the idea for this art:
- Just sit still! Stop crawling all over my screen! I can't see the stream because of you!
- I am Spiderman! I can crawl wherever I want!!!
Due to the holidays, I have a little time to take a break, so I downloaded Vox-shimeji to my computer...
And this is the moment that gave me the idea for this art:
- Just sit still! Stop crawling all over my screen! I can't see the stream because of you!
- I am Spiderman! I can crawl wherever I want!!!
Due to the holidays, I have a little time to take a break, so I downloaded Vox-shimeji to my computer...
And this is the moment that gave me the idea for this art:
- Just sit still! Stop crawling all over my screen! I can't see the stream because of you!
- I am Spiderman! I can crawl wherever I want!!!
I don’t know why, but I generally like the design and working methods of old technology.
As far as my mother explained to me, this is because any old technique was made by people for people... that is, with soul.
Which makes Vox's situation seem rather deplorable to me...
I don’t know why, but I generally like the design and working methods of old technology.
As far as my mother explained to me, this is because any old technique was made by people for people... that is, with soul.
Which makes Vox's situation seem rather deplorable to me...
«Never ask Vinc who created him or why he has been working in the cemetery since childhood...
Because the only answer you will get is Vinc’s grin and the phrase:
"Not all questions require immediate answers..."
Also, don't ask why he started wearing the semblance of wolf ears after the left side of his screen was restored.»
«Never ask Vinc who created him or why he has been working in the cemetery since childhood...
Because the only answer you will get is Vinc’s grin and the phrase:
"Not all questions require immediate answers..."
Also, don't ask why he started wearing the semblance of wolf ears after the left side of his screen was restored.»
«Never ask Vinc who created him or why he has been working in the cemetery since childhood...
Because the only answer you will get is Vinc’s grin and the phrase:
"Not all questions require immediate answers..."
Also, don't ask why he started wearing the semblance of wolf ears after the left side of his screen was restored.»