#Lmk if anything needs changing

[mercurysunstar]

Cory Michael Smith / they/them ——— no way is that HOUSTON 'HUGH' KINGSTON.. they’re a 37-year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being ABRASIVE & COMPULSIVE but there are some people who have seen them being SOPHISTICATED & EFFICIENT. if you ask me, they remind me a lot of wearing power suits, post-it notes, always wanting more, dreaming of something bigger, but that could just be because they’re considered the THE ANTIHERO around town. just keep an eye on them & see if their true colors shine through..

additional information

houston grew up with both of their parents for a good chunk of their life until their father decided to leave in the middle of the night one night with no explanation as to why, he was there one day and then gone the next.

they were about thirteen when that happened and hugh wanted to blame themselves for some reason but their mother was head strong and hell bent on making sure that didn't happen, fully blaming the father for leaving and it worked, they didn't have that feeling anymore and instead just felt bad for their mom and she had gotten no reasoning as to why her marriage was suddenly over.

they didn't mind her dating, they just wanted her mother to be happy while they focused on their silly little work projects so when they were seventeen and the guy their mother was seeing got serious and ended up getting married and the only complaint they really had was how houston sounded with the last name kingston so they started going by hugh.

as they got older they developed the bad habit of secluding themselves in their room or apartment, wherever they were living or staying at that time, to work on their latest project and with the age gap they had between them and their step sister dallas they didn't really see her all that often which led to her spreading a rumor that they had killed someone and that's why she never saw them

said rumor led to them being arrested and questioned but due to the severe lack of evidence (and dallas confirming it was something she made up) they were let go and they still are unaware that she was the one who made the rumor

eventually hugh applied for any big name company he could, more notably the big three and every single one had denied them with essentially the same reasoning of not thinking they were good enough and they were one who likes to prove people wrong so they obtained blueprints on how to build a fully functional android/robot and succeeded by building corbett

while they wanted to brag about it and give them the middle finger they decided not to and let corbett's now parents buy him and has kept the secret since but since it's a secret from corbett himself they know him as basically the 'weird uncle' family friend kind of situation, even going as far as implementing fake memories

despite the fact that hugh is non binary they don't really have an issue with labels, being called uncle or step brother doesn't bother them at all so long as their pronouns are still being respected but if people wanted to use masculine verbiage to describe them they won't complain

[lgcsehun]

𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐒, 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃. ₍ @lgcsori. ₎

they’ve been at this—back and forth—for at least ten minutes now, surely. running in repeated cycles of blankly staring at the house they stand in front of, before averting gazes back at one another. as if with each silent stare screams to ‘get it over with’ a bit louder than the last.

but as much as kim sehun enjoys the horror genre of shows and movies, kim sehun does not enjoy the actuality of it all. not when belief in the supernatural, ghosts and alike is a thorn to the side, dug too deep into him to get out.

the estate is secluded, but hardly anything that looks along the lines of abandoned, much less haunted. sehun can’t even remember how he found out about its whereabouts by this point, or if it even is the right place. god knows how he dragged along sori with him, either.

the lightest breeze of wind makes him jolt, steps shuffling just a tad bit closer to where sori stands, dangerously on the verge of invading one’s personal space, turning to face her.

“c’mon,” sehun whines, almost. the puppy eyes are an expression as natural as it comes. but, even more—so this time around. “just this once, i swear! i don’t want to go in there alone … please?”

[virewolf]

starter for: @jockbrannigan

location: community center (prom)

Vi personally wasn't too interested in anything like prom. She had skipped her own prom back in highschool, and never really had the urge to go to one over the course of her life. But still, there was no hurt in at least checking it out and take the chance to catch up with some people she hadn't had the chance to check up on in a while.

And so, here she was. Currently standing at the sidelines, letting her eyes wander over the groups of talking people and dancing couples. She'd talked, had a few drinks, but she it'd been some time since she'd been involved in parties. So, after some time, she'd retreated against the wall and taken more to watching people than talking to them.

That was where she noticed a man. An entirely unfamiliar face, but new arrivals happened and that wasn't what caught her eye. No. It was the fact that the guy looked close to either passing out or hyperventilating. Vi kept her gaze fixed on him, watching him for a moment longer before she grabbed a cup of water and limped towards him.

"If you need a breather, there are empty rooms in that hallway over there." Vi said as she approached, voice a little raised to reach him over the music and the chatter of people around them. She raised the cup to him, her eyebrows cocked in question. "Need some water?"

[nickambrose]

Location: Arden's house @arden-fischer

There was something inexplicably not fun about having his mum crash. Needling thoughts and wishes of not wanting her to stay for much longer would spring up. Quick as they would come Nick felt the guilt creep in. Shouldn’t he be grateful his mum was here? But there was a gulf that had formed in her two decade long absence, one that Nick wasn’t even sure how to bridge. If her being here was permanent or if this was only going to be fleeting. What if she wasn’t even fucking real to begin with? Just some long drawn out trip from the party, or some trippy electro-fuckery from the tower. 

Nick had snuck out of the house, mum in tow, to go make his way over to Fischer’s place. If the holy-man didn’t have the answers, Nick was never going to forget Tomas in that white suit, then maybe she would. ‘Where are we going?’ It wasn’t that he didn’t want her to know where he was going, there was no secret to it. It was the why. “Err…the doctor’s place figured it would be a good place to start. Figure out what’s happening. Mum, there’s something else I need to tell you about me and Mik…” They’d rounded up to Arden’s place, and Nick knowing full well he didn’t want that conversation within her earshot added. “Later, yeah?” He knocked twice, and then politely waited as much as one could with a floating dead mum. ‘Oh! Is he a handsome doctor?’ 

“Christ mum, no–”

[oricarnell]

starter for: @nickambrose

location: Versailles (the one in Kentucky)

"It should be around here." Orion cast a glance around, taking in his surroundings as he lead Nick through the little piece of forest towards the building already visible through the treeline. Why the Woodford Reserve Distillery was so far outside of town, seperated from the rest, Orion didn't know. He had paid enough credits to get them relatively close, but they'd still landed just a bit off, in the woods surrounding them.

"This should just be a quick run. Anything specific you are going for?" Orion asked, casting a glance back at the other man to make sure that Nick was they following as they stepped onto the grass surrounding the Distillery. The building was a little overgrown, clearly abandoned, but otherwise in good condition. What they were looking for was generally obvious- whiskey. "I should be able to take one or two of the barrels back. It should be aged well enough by now."

Orion took a step towards the building. "Do you use the teleports on your own frequently? I believe we have not made a run together."

[feveredblurs]

@apaise​

after attending so many of these parties over the years, they start to blend together. they’re always the same. erin’s mother dresses her up in the finest gowns and shows her off to ravka’s best, while putting on the mask of picture perfect parent. the other guests rave about how she manages it all, being an influential political figure and a family woman, and sylvia will feign modesty while feeding on their compliments. ironically, erin always fades to the background during those exchanges, unimportant and forgotten.

tonight, they play their roles to perfection     doting mother and sweet daughter. sylvia even sparks conversation for a potential engagement in the horizon for erin. she’s old enough already, after all. it’s just a matter of time before she’s to wed a son of someone equally powerful and prestigious. no aspect of erin’s life is more than a calculated move to her mother; not her future nor her feelings.

normally, erin would wait for the conversation to steer away from her to take her leave, and then hide near the band or the food table. no one would notice her missing. but this time there’s someone who might actually enjoy her company. erin’s wary of labelling them as friends ( would that be too much? ), but she and chrissy got along fairly well, much to her surprise. despite being a grisha soldier, erin’s parents loved her     she was the exception among her peers ( the exception next to even erin herself if her parents found out, she’d bet ). but instead of neglecting erin like everyone else, chrissy would actually spend time with her of her own volition. she’d try her hardest to make her laugh, and even succeed sometimes. against all odds, erin found herself enjoying their time together as well.

chrissy’s on duty tonight, guarding the family from any potential party crashers. erin hopes she can slip into her side without bothering her work ( a bold move from her, who never takes the initiative )     but just as she’s crossing the ballroom to find her, her stride is cut short. a young man plants himself in front of her, greeting her with a sweet smile. erin has an inkling of having seen him before. she remembers him as ivan, the son of a ravkan ambassador     someone sylvia had taken an instant liking to. was she trying to speed up the proposal process, putting in a good word for her daughter?

erin tries her best to be polite, keeping the conversation as neutral as possible. he compliments her, and erin’s sheepish in thanking him for his kindness     all an act, trained countless times right down to the small curve of her lips. she could not care less if he thought her beautiful; he was following instructions, just like erin.

no amount of generic replies are enough to make him leave. either he’s determined to win her favor, or simply oblivious to her disinterest; erin’s not sure which is worse. she wonders where chrissy would be right now. had she fallen in place with her old grisha friends? or perhaps found someone new and exciting to flirt with for the night? erin hates how unsettled both scenarios, the latter in particular, make her.

just as she entertains the idea of excusing herself with some made-up reason, ivan loses his balance suddenly and drops right to the floor. the impact is barely heard above the music playing, yet it startles erin all the same. instinctively, she looks around, wondering if her mother had witnessed it     but all she sees is chrissy, standing a few feet away. there’s nothing immediately suspicious about her behavior... to the untrained eye. so much time spent at chrissy’s side means she knows her. she knows the way her hands move when they summon the wind, the little pleased smile on her lips whenever she does a trick to impress mike. the apple fallen at the boy’s side must be the weapon     and he the target.

had she done it to help? if anyone could notice erin’s discomfort even under layers of trained expressions, it would be chrissy. she always seemed to see right through her.

ivan’s groaning pulls erin back to reality, and she’s quick to help him get up. “ are you alright? someone must’ve bumped against the food table and knocked down some apples. ” she sells her lie with a warm smile; whatever the reason for chrissy’s actions, erin would not out her.

more complaints from the noble are met with understanding nods     erin even offers to report the situation to someone in charge, ready to use that as her escape plan. it’s all for nothing, however, when chrissy actually appears at her side a moment later... accompanied by someone. judging by the girl's expensive set of jewelry, she’s likely a noble as well. she wears a scowl on her features, and has a firm grip on chrissy’s arm.

erin worries she witnessed chrissy’s stunt with the apple, but the girl promptly proves her wrong. “ this grisha stole my earrings! ” she shrieks, face scrunching as she puffs her chest. “ my favorite earrings! ” thievery? erin’s expression blanches at the accusation. chrissy could slack off on the job sometimes, and even suggest unbecoming escapades for a soldier... but she would never do something like this. the hawthornes’ belongings had remained untouched since her arrival after all.

the girl continues her sad tale, painting chrissy as the terrible villain who used her power to pluck the jewelry right from her ears. ivan seems emboldened by her woes, and erin soon understands why; they’re siblings. “ it’s always the same with you grisha. you think you can do as you please with us because we have no magic like you. ” he hisses the words at chrissy as he takes a step closer, only a few inches separating their faces now. “ but you work for us. we’re the reason you get such cushy lives in os alta. ” ivan slams an accusatory finger against chrissy’s shoulder. “ so don’t you think you can go around    ”

“ actually! ” erin finally intervenes, speaking without allowing herself a second thought. her own voice sounds too loud in her ears     but she can’t let chrissy be spoken to like this. “ those are her earrings. chrissy works for my family. ”

clasping her hands so they won’t shake, erin places herself at chrissy’s side, with a gentle tug to pull her away from ivan. “ she would never steal, i assure you. ” she remembers sylvia’s hardened expression from earlier, when telling erin she had no choice but to accept the oncoming engagement. she mimics it to perfection, any trace of the sweet, quiet girl vanished now.

“ and i’m sure my mother won’t be pleased to hear you’re accusing someone she personally approved of. �� 

[hvbris]

@multipleoccupancy . Theo's family gets bigger

The Baudelaires had been in New York for a few days now, living in the house of their new guardian: Theodore Beneventi. New York reminded Violet of the town where she grew up, only bigger. Much, much bigger.

Mr. Beneventi, who had told them they could call him Theo, seemed like their most normal guardian so far. For starters, he was not afraid of turning on the stove, which was very nice, because it meant the Baudelaires could enjoy a warm meal for the first time in a few weeks. There were no snakes in the house either, which, to be fair, was to be expected. And of course, here, they were not ordered to do horribly long and difficult chores.

The other thing that differed from their last guardians, was that Theo already had a family. He had a wife, Andrea, two sons, and a baby daughter, who was already getting along great with Sunny.

Violet felt like their luck might have finally turned. Even the terrifying shadow of Count Olaf didn't seem as scary, considering that Theo was an FBI agent. She did not usually consider herself lucky, not since the terrible fire that had killed her parents, at least. But for the first time in months, she was feeling much more hopeful than usual.

And, it's with that noteworthy hopefulness that she left the room she shared with her siblings, and tip-toed to the kitchen. It was still early in the morning, but she was awake and craving a glass of milk.

"Good morning," she said politely when she saw that the kitchen area wasn't empty. Theo was already there. He was very nice, and she already felt comfortable around him, so she poured herself a glass of milk. "The view is very beautiful from here," she commented, not only to make conversation but also because it was true.

[bellsliturgy]

@charmingbrute . ☽

     “look directly at me,” rham’ir’s voice was a calm break in the silence, punctuated only by the flickering of candleflame. gentle fingers clasp the man’s scruff-layered chin, lifting up with mild pressure to peer directly into the other’s eyes and shining into pupils with a bright blue ball of aether. his own pupils would glow slightly at just the right angle as he checked the other’s eyes, shining in one light and looking for responsiveness in his physiology before checking the other. his attention is then drawn to his tome--one of many--where he jots down his notes, quick and precise, “your brain does not appear to be scrambled, at least. small wonder, what taking a good blow to the head as you did. can you say your name for me?”

     perhaps a bit too close to his tome were two bowls of water along with some white linen scraps. the dirtied pieces hung over the edge of a bowl with water reddened by diluted blood. rham’ir would take a clean cloth from the cleaner bowl and wring from it warm water prior to applying it to wherever he saw blood upon the other’s person, as well as adding pressure to halt any remaining areas that continued to bleed. when he next speaks, his voice is completely void of either judgment or teasing, “fancy yourself a canvas for storied scars? or are you simply the protective type? if i might be forward, you seem a bit of both to me.”

[vvstual]

✿ SEUNGKWAN ✿ SNAPSHOOT + LEFT & RIGHT +

[crueldudethesis]

hai moot :D this guy (totally not me..) plz plz plz

ʃ HELLO HELLO MOOT !!! I had TONS of fun drawing this guy (that’s totallyyy not you) hope u enjoy broski ^_^

[the-king-of-lemons]

Headcanon i've had for a while now about how minecraft hack clients could work, similar to the headcanons about how in game chat would work.

Just sort of an explanation with some examples, obviously some hacks are pretty hard to translate into a physical thing, but i tried my best. :)

Full text can also be found under read more.

"Hack Clients" are illegal modifications of a player's attire (i.e. player skin) in order to give them an unfair advantage. The visibility of a "Hack Client" modification depends on the server a player is on. On servers such as 2b2t, these modifications are obviously visible while on stricter servers, such as Hypixel, hackers will try to be more subtle, often hiding modifications underneath clothing.

Eyewear: Modified for use of visual hacks (i.e. x-ray. fullbright, esp, etc.), the easiest to hide from moderators.

Footwear: Modified for use of hacks such as Anti-Knockback, High-jump, and other similar hacks.

Mechanical Braces: Used to allow players to move with otherwise impossible reaction times, most often used for PVP. Completely illegal on most servers, players will attempt to hide them underneath clothing but often fail.

Leg brace: Used for b-hopping.

Arm brace: Used for kill-aura and aimbot.

[couch-house]

Commissions for @son1c, @splashtail (and @sonboygemerl), @spoiledskullz, @sonia-the-hedgehog-2369, and @onesecretperson!!

These were so much fun!! Thank you all for commissioning me <33

[midnightsaboteur]

Dario said nothing as he stood over Finn, a knowing smile gracing his lips as he waited for the younger male to open his eyes. When he did so, Dario’s smile grew, and he chuckled lightly to Finn’s opening remark. “Hello to you too, beautiful,” Dario returned, the compliment spoken fondly and accentuated by his natural, dulcet Italian tones. He reached down to gently run two of his fingertips along Finn’s cheek, in yet another sign of how he could never resist affectionately touching his lover whenever he as around. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long,” Dario added, his loving eyes meeting Finn's again.

@spellbindingnights

open to: males, preferably tops but is not a dealbreaker (+40)

banned || rules

a soft (maybe secret for now), tender, and loving romance between finn and an older guy.

It was one of those cold yet sunny afternoons that Finn loved so much. He told his mother he was on a weekend getaway with his college friends. However, that wasn't the truth. Right now, he was in a lake house with someone else, with a man he had been seeing for a while. He never imagined that he would fall head over heels for this man, yet here he was.

His eyes were closed, he was absorbing the winter sun as his lover was inside doing some calls. It was only when he felt someone casting a shadow over him that he opened them. The smile came instantly to his lips when he saw him. "Hey there" he grinned.

[roboraindrop]

Hey plus size or underweight self shippers? Your f/os don't see your weight as a flaw. They love you for all that you are, and that includes everything. Yes, human beings are very flawed. Yes, your f/os do love your flaws as well! But, your weight is not a flaw. Just wanted to make sure you knew that. 💕

[feveredblurs]

@apaise​

most of elinor’s life has been spent chasing a ghost. she’s heard countless tales of the fabled sun summoner, the one who would bring new light to the world. elinor never thought she’d be more than a myth, another saint for the lost ones to look up to     but after creating the sea of shadows that split the nation in two, she finds herself seeking out her power as well.

at first, she wanted nothing more than to undo her mistake. the fold had been a manifestation of her anger, her grief. her father saw something else. it could be an opportunity for them, a saving grace for grisha after decades, centuries of oppression. they could use it to their advantage and reclaim their rightful place at the helm of ravka.

elinor never wanted power. but she wanted revenge for her mother’s death. for all the grisha soldiers who became casualties in the petty wars of otkazat'sya. they should not have to bend to the will of a powerless king. and they never would again.

yet all those plans felt distant without the final piece of the puzzle. elinor’s father had put numerous resources into tracking down the sun summoner, but to no avail. every clue turned out to be a dead end, no more than baseless rumors... until one day, she appeared all on her own.

the girl had been right under their noses the entire time     an armourer of the first army. maybe elinor had even crossed paths with her in os alta before. she had let out a flash of light inside the fold ( ironic, that she was just where elinor needed her ), effectively keeping the volcra away and allowing for the skiff to cross safely.

though both father and daughter were eager to declare their search finished, they had to make sure this girl wasn’t deceiving them. it wouldn’t be the first time someone claimed to be the sun summoner if they thought it’d get them money or prestige. they couldn’t risk it when they were so close.

they arrange for the girl to be brought to elinor once she’s been seen by a healer. though she could wait patiently in the little palace, elinor goes to her herself. she walks across the soldier camp with long strides, earning curious glances from grisha and otkazat'sya alike. the general was rarely seen outside of the battlefield after all. it’s good to remind them of her presence, her power.

she hears the girl before she sees her, an altercation between her and the grisha soldiers bringing her. clearly she was not happy about being found and brought to the darkling herself. elinor wonders why she hid. were the stories of her coming too big to fit her? did she only want a normal, quiet life? ridiculous. she could never be anything less than incredible.

the tent opens to welcome a young woman with starlight hair, her clothes dirty and tattered. she wears an expression of a mix of fear and anger, looking from the soldiers to her surroundings. had they met a few years in the past, she would’ve seen a different elinor     a girl sympathetic to her struggles, who would offer a gentle hand and a comforting word. but she has only the darkling before her now, composed and unwavering.

elinor steps out into the light, finally leaving the solace of the shadows. she eyes the other from head to toe, gaze finally setting on her features. “ the sun summoner. at last. ” there’s the slightest curve to her lips, a pleased smile. “ i must say, you’re very hard to find. ”

[legendling]

my partner got me into object shows in the year of our lord 2024

hello osc community can we be frien d s,.

(its from s2, but just in case spoilers under the cut)

full lineup bc i unintentionally drew them in ranibow order