#and having the bros come to him cemented the idea that he was the oldest

[silvermeww]

okay, when was someone going to tell me that

oh, idk, steven started at 19, burgh has a younger sister, clay actually isn't born american, skyla's whole fam thing and ELESA IS 15???? (even younger than skyla like wtf???)

(also the 'alder' at the bottom is supposed to be drayden lol)

and that's not all

say hello to:

viola being 18??? 'black whirlwind' korrina, RAMOS MEETING AZ'S FLOETTE AS A KID, genderfluid and apparently also age-fluid olympia, CLEMONT?? AND HIS WHOLE THING DOWN TO BEING 12 OF ALL AGES???

(you know what, marlon being 30 definitely makes sense with the hippie vibes)

wikstrom SAYING that he only wears that suit in pokemon battles but i've never seen his casual wear, malva being pr for flare lol, drasna selling dragon merch + great family lore if you want to know, siebold having to third-wheel lysandre and sycamore while eating (move aside malva, you're not the only elite 4 dealing with this) and 20?? YEARS OLD?? DIANTHA????????????

(way too many men in kalos are getting ladies, c'mon)

ethan being into history is such a neat detail hmmm, idk much of the frontier brains ngl, and we've finally got the region for looker and it's... hoenn??? you know what, makes sense with his chaotic vibes so i'll take it (throws away unova taped to a rock behind my back). also he's abolsutely cheating we all see that he's just relying on knowing us as protags, should've known smh

(um i think someone said that 'caitlin' should've been anabel but idk)

oh and the last one is charon, if we care about how much of a loser he really is. forget about birch and the poochyena, this guy is the lowest heh. imagine being charon (please don't).

(when the protags of johto are the same age as clemont lol) (yeah i know there are years between those events just let me have this)

and last but not least:

aaron 🤝 valerie: wanting to be pokemon (and ig gotta toss in shauntal with the ao3 writer gift heh, don't know if they would commission her or stay away), bertha's description???? i love flint just saying, cynthia 👀👀 is absolutely doing something illegal 👀👀, roark is WHAT??? (child labour laws in sinnoh must be lax ngl), maylene as well???? fantina watching scary movies is something i'll have to incorporate into my worldview and bryon?? are you okay??

so yeah. credit goes to @/KuroBlitz96 on the twitter/x for having this up, i'm just here to project sheer surprise at this massive dump of ages... my thoughts on pokemon have completely turned on its head once more lol (this is fine)

[hueningkoi]

In honor of Murdy's first birthday tomorrow I'm gonna info dump about my oc's. Yolo. Long post ahead lol feel free to scroll past 😅

Oldest sibling on the left is 31 yr old Murdy Pine of course they are a lil wild card energetic and obnoxious pansexual nonbinary he/they and acts like the youngest. Gets into A LOT of trouble. Always seems to have new clothes and buys people things for them but neither Zed or Mo have any idea what Murdy does for a living. He disappears a lot and comes back suspiciously overly cheerful. Has a concerning neck scar and missing part of his left ear and they come up with a different ridiculous story about what happened everytime it comes up. The last story he told he said he he lost his ear during a poker game with one of the k*ardashian's bodyguards. Murdy got "caught cheating" and the guy lost it and "went all mike tyson on my ass." No one believes them.

Murdy's younger brother is Zed Pine in the pic in the middle. He is an Edgelord. Angsty little 26 yr old. He is really athletic and loves to play sports but he is also not social or extroverted at all but for some reason attracts jocky social butterfly dude bros all the time? He goes to the gym and everyone there loves him even tho he barely says anything to them? He has been adopted by his entire local gym and he doesnt know what to do about it Murdy help him please. He also is an insomniac and seems like he never sleeps and is a long suffering younger brother to a ball of chaos named Murdy Pine. He's also asexual or demisexual he doesn't know all he knows is he can't be bothered with all that but sometimes the guys at the gym look sorta nice to him physically? Maybe? Meh. Whatever. *pulls his pokemon game out and ignores you*

Mo Pine in the drawing on the right is their younger cousin she's 17 and she tries hard to be a tough person but is such a cinnamon roll underneath. She is like Murdy and Zeds unnofficial little sister even though she's always the one telling Murdy to drink some freakin water and Zed to go THE HELL TO SLEEP Or she'll kick their asses which they know she never will because she learned that she can't throw a punch to save her life. She's not allowed to cook because she'll set the kitchen on fire. She is clumsy on her feet and can and will trip and fall on literally nothing. The ground loves her. She's tired of skinning her hands from falling so. The gloves. Also she's probably not gay right? Murdy always makes hints about it and she's not dumb she knows what they are getting at but like... Yesterday this girl at the Cafe winked at her and Mo ran into a table and knocked the napkin dispenser off and she was so embarrassed she couldn't look at cafe girl but thats just probably because she's clumsy and embarassed herself and not because that girl had the cutest freckles and made her stomach flip and... well it's whatever.

They all are very close and would die for each other but they all also bug each other so much and would not hesitate to tackle one another to the ground at a moments notice. Classic sibling behavior. Mo and Zed think Murdy is secretly an assassin or a spy or something and they get together once a week and play videos games and talk about what the hell Murdy DOES for a living. There is a folder they've been filling up. It's their project.

Murdy likes to plan surprise birthday parties for Mo and Zed at the most batshit times of the year no where NEAR thier birthdays and even if it's weird and out of nowhere they are always THE BEST PARTIES EVER.

A classmate made fun of Mo for falling going up the stairs at her school and she acted like it didn't hurt her feelings but it did and Murdy was furious. The next day the stairs were missing like completely torn out and the girl who made fun of her was hysterical saying that there was an entire giant pile of destroyed crumbled cement in her living room this morning and her parents were furious and confused and called the police but no one knows how it got there at all still and the school is working on fixing the stairs immediately because they also got an anonymous envelope with a pineapple sticker on it with a donation of money to fix the stairs and a note that said "sorry got a little upset and carried away. Kowabunga brother." Mo is very confused but it kind of made her day.

[mk-wizard]

New TF Kids Show Concept (cont)

Hey

The other day, I had proposed an idea for an educational kid’s show that shows two things that kids can benefit from; Number one, how things are made in Construction work. Number two, there is a difference between a nation/religion and a terrorist group. Because the them is Construction work, it would showcase the Constructicons, but a version of them that is good and kind marking them as the first official good Decepticons. Here is the premise in detail;

When Rodimus, Optimus’ only son and heir to the Autobot Matrix of Leadership as well as the role of Prime, returns from his training, he brings along his new allies and at a good time because the war is now over. At first, Optimus is eager to meet them, but then he sees that they are Decepticons. Moreover, the Constructicons claim that they only want to come back home to Cybertron, but they without being forced to convert because even though they don’t align themselves with Megatron or terrorism of any kind, they still want to keep being themselves which is Decepticon. At first, Optimus turns them away and shames Rodimus because the law of banishment states that only Autobots may reside on Cybertron, but after a lot of father-son bickering, arguing and fighting, they come to a compromise.

Since they are Constructicons, Optimus Prime gives them one year to create a monument which symbolizes Cybertron and Earth’s alliance; a spacebridge which links the two planets that works perfectly and is visually beautiful to look at on the state of the art man made island and city Pegasus City. They are also in charge of all construction work there meaning they are in charge of the city’s upkeep and any small projects that fall into their laps. However, this isn’t easy because building a spacebridge is hard and lengthily enough and a Pegasus City is very large so it needs a lot of work to stay top of the line. Moreover, they are under constant watch by an Autobot team, they are the subject of constant hate and judgement, their presence attracts trouble including bad Decepticons and most notably, there is a saboteur on the loose who keep ruining their progress on the spacebridge... or so they claim.

If the Constructicons can prove that they are good law abiding bots and can contribute to society by completing their task, Optimus will lift the banishment law so that it doesn’t apply to good Decepticons at least and welcome them personally to Cybertron. If not, the law banishment stays as is and Rodimus’ poor judgement becomes a permanent mark of shame on his record.

If you’re wondering which Constructicons I went with, they are as follows in order of the oldest to the youngest of five brothers;

- Mixmaster: the de facto leader who comes across as laid back, but is in fact professional, responsible and knows how to keep things under control. He is an expert chemist and knows how to draw up a design plan that works. He transforms into a state of the art cement/chemical truck.

- Crusher (the friendly version of Bonecrusher): a big muscle bot whose greatest muscle is his brain. You will never meet a gentler giant nor a better technical and electrical engineer on the job. When he isn’t doing work, he has taken a liking to Earth’s literature and arts. He transformers into a steamroller.

- Hook: grumpy, not talkative and just wants to get his work done. Hook is doesn’t like fooling around on the job and does everything with such precision, that he will not accept being even a millimeter off. In his defense, his numbers are always right and he always has the right tool for the job since his right arm transforms into the right tool for the job. And never ever call him “Hooky”. He transforms into a crane truck whose claw transforms into other mechanical tools.

- Scrapper: not the sharpest tool in the shed, but you will never meet a sweeter bot. Gentle, selfless and terribly, naive, Scrap has a tendency to willingly carry all the weight on his shoulders so others don’t have to. He also has trouble keeping up with how things work on Earth which lands him in a lot of trouble. He transforms into a scoop truck.

- Oilslick aka “Slick”: the baby bro of the five who is carefree, fun and laid back. Slick is still new at the trade and it shows with how he doesn’t always keep his head in the game and rushes to finish things. He would rather check out what Earthlings do for fun, but when he does focus, he has the makings of a good designer and knows how to make things look good. He transformers into a chemical cannon truck.

What do you all think?

PS: I am in the process of making concept art. It just needs more work.

[mayve-hems]

Wrapped Around Your Finger | Michael Clifford

Type: IMAGINE | ONE SHOT | MULTI CHAPTER

Summary: After hearing her brother gossip that Michael is wrapped around her finger, Maverly Hemmings decides it’s time that she knows if he really is wrapped around her finger.

Word Count: 5.0k

Note: If you would like to request a one shot / imagine / story prompt then I am accepting requests currently and I would love to take them! This has also not been proof read, just editing for spelling errors. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Cussing, smoking, implied smut

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Michael Clifford’s fingers dug into the plastic of his red XBOX controller as he twisted the joystick around to face his best friend's characters. He dug a pickaxe into Luke’s character, forcing Luke to respawn without any elements he had in his Minecraft inventory. Michael let out a spurt of laughter into his microphone, letting all of his friends hear him.

“Sucks to be you now, doesn’t it?” Michael asks Luke. Just an hour before Michael went on a homicidal mission to destroy Luke, Luke accidentally shoved Michael off the edge of a cliff and onto stone blocks that ended Michael’s Minecraft life. “Hemmings!” Michael screamed into the microphone. Ashton winced from Michael’s loud voice, regretting turning the volume of his headset up high to hear Luke’s whispering.

“Shut up, Clifford!” Luke whispered into his microphone. Luke’s least favorite -and favorite- siblings lives in the room right next to his. Maverly and Luke agreed that after midnight, Luke wouldn’t scream during video games, and Maverly wouldn’t wake him up in six hours with a bucket of cold water. Maverly also wouldn’t be loud if she was doing something like playing video games -Maverly pretends to be Jack Hemmings on a lot of video games- or listening to music. After Ben and Jack graduated, the twin Hemmings were left to disagree with each other. Luke took his brothers’ room, and Maverly was finally by herself. “Don’t make me get May in here to kill you a thousand times over.”

Michael laughed. “It’s Minecraft, bro, now Call Of Duty.”

“Suck my dick, Clifford,”

“Hey!” Ashton whined. He placed a few more blocks of dirt down into his optical illusion island. He created the realm by himself for when he had been struck with boredom and the inability to actually do homework. Michael logged onto Ashton’s account a few weeks ago and discovered the replication of H.H. Homes Murder Castle and the not-so optical illusion he was attempting to create. Michael whined until Ashton shared it with everybody. “Don’t cuss.”

“Fuck off, Irwin,” whispered Luke.

Michael finished his arrangement of a villager hotel made for absolutely nobody, with purple stained-glass windows. His Minecraft character ran away from the hotel before turning around to make sure he’d moved enough so he could see the entire building on his TV. White quartz outlined the outside thirds of the hotel while orange cement outlines the floors of the middle. Three-by-three windows are the walls for each of the eighteen apartments, showing the single red bed next to a furnace. Michael made every single floor grey, except for the lobby of the hotel. He made the lobby floors oak wood with a jungle wood-plank counter.

“Okay bet my dudes,” Michael says, setting his controller down after viewing the hotel. He’s satisfied with how it currently looks. “I think I’m going to go to sleep.”

“That’s gay,” replied Calum. “It’s barely two, Pussy,”

“Nah, dude,” Luke interjected. “I should probably sleep too. When May falls asleep early, she wakes up early. I’m not fond of having soaking wet clothes.”

“Pussy,” Calum muttered.

“Same,” Ashton paused his game, already starting to log off. “I want a cheese toasty.”

Calum groaned. “I hate all of you wimps.”

They all said their goodbyes and insults before logging off, leaving Calum playing Minecraft by himself in his own realm. Michael opened the sheets of his bed, ready to fall in between the duvet and mattress. Luke shut off his TV and attempted to navigate his way through his bedroom in the dark. He stumbled onto his bed, banging it against the wall. He’ll hear about that from Maverly in the morning. Ashton snuck into his kitchen and began to make one of the best cheese toasties he’s ever tried.

Michael looked through memes on his phone before falling asleep. He stumbled upon ones from his favorite band and let out little spurts of laughter at the inside jokes. He swept to the next meme, ready to laugh again. Tapping against the window above his bed distracted him from reading the meme. The orange-haired teenager glanced at his window, seeing nothing wrong, before looking back at his phone.

Tap . . . tap . . . tap.

He looked at the window again to see a small rock striking the glass and bouncing back to its origin. Michael waited for another to hit the window, and when it did he opened the frame to stare out at the culprit. A curly-haired girl with a leather jacket and ripped skinny jeans was holding a bunch of pebbles in the palm of her hand. Without thinking, she pitched another one at the window, almost hitting Michael in the face. He was suddenly wishing she wasn’t the pitcher of their softball team.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Michael called out to the golden-haired beauty. She resembled her brothers a lot in personality and looks except in her own little way. She was the youngest of the Hemmings kids, but she knew how to hold herself as if she were the oldest. Ben and Maverly compete for control . . . a lot.

“You coming down or what?” Maverly asked through a snicker. She spoke as though it was obvious; I’m throwing rocks at your window so you’ll come down and visit me. What else would I be doing? In certain angles, you could see how she also resembled her mum more than her brothers. “Hello? Mike?”

“Luke said you’re sleeping,”

“And you say you’re not a nerd,”

“I’m not a nerd!” Michael protested.

Maverly reached into her pocket for a cigarette. The boys aren’t stupid -it’s completely obvious that Maverly’s breath smells like cigarettes every so often- but they keep the secret from her family. In return for keeping the secret, she does assignments for them that they’ll fail otherwise. “You were just playing Minecraft with my brother for eight hours straight,” She stuck the butt of the cigarette between her lips and flipped open the Zippo lighter. She lit the end of the stick before sucking in the smoked and pulling the cigarette out of her mouth. “I can leave if you want me too. Just thought we could do something fun tonight.”

Michael considers her offer for a moment. “I’ll be down in a second.” Michael jumped into a pair of jeans off his bedroom floor along with a tank top he ripped out of his dresser. He slipped into sneakers and a snapback before bolting down the stairs and out the back door. Maverly is flicking ash off the cigarette when Michael reaches her. “What do you want to do?”

“Go to the beach?”

“You literally called me out of the house at two AM . . .” Michael pinched the bridge of his nose. “. . . to go to the beach?”

Maverly rolled her eyes. “If you don’t want to go then you don’t have to,” She put the cigarette back into her mouth for another drag. She offered it to Michael, the one of the group that’s never smoked anything before, and he accepted it. The blonde watched her elder friend figure out how to smoke. He took a deep breath of the smoke before sporadically coughing up smoke. Maverly laughed. “Your decision. Take it or leave it.”

The group jokes that Maverly has Micahel wrapped around her dainty finger, which is absolutely true. Michael denies his crush on the Hemmings girl and claims that they’re just friends. Several times, Michael has dropped whatever task he was working on just to hang out with Luke’s twin. Though their hangouts only lasted a few hours in Luke’s basement with a game of Guitar Hero and a bowl of popcorn, he’d still do anything Maverly wanted to. “Let’s go,”

Maverly went to take back her cigarette but Michael flinched away. He shoved the end back into his mouth and took in a deep breath. Maverly laughed and pulled another out of her pocket. “You’re so innocent.” Maverly giggled. “I’m going to end up corrupting you, Clifford, and your mum is going to hate me.”

“Babe,” Michael said before taking a drag off a cigarette and leading Maverly to the fence gate. The Clifford’s don’t live too far from the Santa Cruz boardwalk and beach -just an hour drive- which has prompted a bunch of midnight beach visits from Michael, his family, and his best friends. It’s always been normal for Maverly and Mali-Koa to tag along with their brothers to the beach. Michael’s never gone with just Maverly to the beach before. “You’re not going to corrupt me, don’t worry.”

“Whatever you ‘wanna believe, Clifford,” Maverly chewed on her lip piercing. Maverly and Luke were at Calum’s house when he prompted a tattoo idea to his mum. A beautiful one- his sister's name tattooed on his arm. Maverly sketched a design for Calum to go off of, and Joy Hood signed the document for teenagers that wanted to get tattoos. Maverly pulled her wallet out of her pocket while Calum was receiving the needles ink and asked for a lip piercing. Luke got one too. Liz Hemmings had a heart attack. “That eyebrow piercing-”

“-Is because Luke has a lip piercing and Cal ‘n’ Ash have tattoos,” Michael finished. He took another drag of his cigarette. Maverly stopped walking towards her Jeep and turned to her friend. “What?” Maverly slapped a tattooed area on Michael’s arm. Michael looked down at his now-reddening arm to see what her problem was. He understood that she meant the ink underneath his skin. “Shut up.”

Maverly giggled.

“Luke is such a pussy,” Michael dropped the rest of his cigarette on the ground and crushed it with his foot. “His brothers and friends have tattoos. Hell, his own younger twin has a damn tattoo and he still won’t get one.”

Maverly shrugged. Underneath her leather jacket, the one that matches her older brothers’, she has an entire sleeve of tattoos sitting on her skin from her wrist to her shoulder. A beautiful feather with her brothers signatures in chronological order starting from the stem to the middle point where blue baby footprints start walking to the end. Above the rainbow-shaded feather is the quote ‘Die with memories, not dreams’ delicately written in Liz’s handwriting. The chain of a pocket watch holds onto the top of the feather and wraps all the way around her wrist once then loosely wrapped around her forearm once until it’s right below her elbow. An exact replica of Andrews’ old pocket watch, down to his full name engraved on the glass. The arrows point to the time Maverly was born. Between the feather and the pocket watch sits a sunflower mixed halfway with a yellow rose; in the middle of both flowers are bother of her great-grandmother and great-grandfathers signatures. That whole configuration was her first-ever tattoo; she sat still for several hours just for that.

“Why doesn’t he just get a tattoo with your parents or literally anyone?” Michael asked. “You have a twin tattoo already, he just needs to match it.”

Liz and Andrew got small tattoos to replicate their youngest daughter. Liz got the feather Maverly has, along with all of her kids' signatures in chronological order with six blue baby feet and a single pink pair walking towards the end of the. Hers was shaded with black instead of a rainbow, though. Andrew got the pocket watch wrapping around his arm as a father-daughter tattoo just like Liz and Maverly had already done. Everyone hypothesizes that Luke’s just afraid of needles.

“He’s a pansy, my friend,” Maverly unlocked her Jeep and reached for the drivers' side door. She hopped in and pressed the clutch to the floor. The key turned in the ignition to which Maverly changed the gear to reverse. She waited for Michael to put on his seatbelt before pulling out of his driveway. Maverly enjoys having a manual transmission Jeep Wrangler; Luke is less likely to drive it. She pointed to the fraction on her wrist bone for Michael to see. “He just has to get one-half tattooed right there and the twin tattoo would be finished. But no!”

-

“I’m starving,” Maverly complains, gripping her steering wheel until her knuckles turn white. Their hour-long drive has been delayed almost another hour due to road construction. You’d think the highways wouldn’t be as busy at literally four-in-the-morning but Maverly has been stopped in the same spot for roughly fifteen minutes. “Michael!” the tall girl screams, startling her passenger.

He stirs from his sleep and rubs his eyes. “Pizza.”

“There won’t be a pizza place open for like three more hours,” Maverly realized she’ll be stopped for a while longer so she shoves the gear shift in neutral and lets the vehicle idol while she searches up stores around their current area. Nothing seems interesting. She notices a Walmart sitting near the boardwalk. They’ll last a while longer and stock up with food there. “I’m bored.”

“I’m tired,”

Maverly brushes hair out of her face. She’s not tired- she’s wide awake and kicking. Absentmindedly she outlines the four skull rocker hands at the top of her wrist. The fourth one is shaded pink, while the others have no color at all. Her older brothers got theirs shaded in with blue for the place they took in the chronological sibling order; except for bare-skinned Luke.

Her parents agreed that the only way they would sign for a tattoo is if it has meaning; otherwise, she has to wait until she is of legal age to get anything else. As a result of that rule, she’s filled her entire arm with tattoos honoring her family; from Luke’s favorite guitar with the sound waves of ‘I’ll go with you’ substituted for the frets, to a red outline of Ben, Jack, Luke, and Maverly standing in order when they were younger shifted a little bit above an outline of them standing together at Ben’s graduation in the same order. One of her favorite tattoos has to be a replica of her Grandma’s recorder player with flowers and planets shooting out of the brass horn. Maverly cried when that one was finished.

“Michael, wake up,” Maverly demanded. Michael let out a loud groan, sitting up complete to stare at the piled-up road ahead. “What’s your favorite color?”

The orange-haired boy wanted to smack the shit out of Maverly for asking him such a question instead of letting him sleep. “Red,” Michael bit. Maverly chewed on her lip ring with a smirk. She thought it was red, and boy was she correct. “What about you, Maverly Stella What’s your favorite fucking color?”

“Orange,” Maverly answered before shoving the gear shift into first gear. The line in the construction zone was starting to move. Maverly looked at Michael’s orange hair with a smile; he didn’t know that orange has always been her favorite color but she admired the bright color sitting on top of the blonde strands. A little part of her had hoped that it was orange because of her. “What’s a weird fact about yourself?”

Michael sighed before rubbing his face with his large hands. His fingers rubbed his eyes until he began seeing swirling colors in his eyesight. “My middle name is Gordon. Yo-”

“-Give me something that’s actually weird.”

“Um . . .” Michael thought aloud. “There’s this hella’ cute girl I know and she would never like me back. That’s weird. What’s a weird fact about you?”

“There aren’t any weird facts about me, Gor, I’m a normal human being,”

Michael let out strings of laughter. He could barely contain the giggles erupting from his body. “You’re not weird? Your name is Maverly, while you have brothers named Luke, Ben, and Jack.”

“Dad joked that Luke and I would be twins to Mom and said she’d name one Maverly if we were,”

“Your arms are covered in tattoos!”

“They all have a specific meaning.”

“You smoke cigarettes and nobody in your family knows!”

“Ashton’s my supplier and you guys keep secrets.”

“You’re fucking beautiful and you don’t have a boyfriend!”

Maverly giggled a little bit. A blush was beginning to creep across her cheeks, but at night illuminated by only dim headlights, Michael would never see. “I’m saving myself for someone certain.”

“You drew up all of your tattoos!”

“Natural talent in drawing.”

“You have an excuse for everything, don’t you?” Michael asked. He crossed his arms and looked out the window. He was no longer feeling tired. Maverly sped the Jeep up, leaving the construction zone and going into an area where she could easily speed. “How do you drive this thing anyways?”

Maverly moved her hand from the gearshift the grab Michaels. His hand felt warm from her palm as she set it over the stick. “Just wait,” she sped up a little bit before hearing the engines correct pitch for turning over, then released the gas pedal and stuck the clutch to the floor. She gripped Michael’s hand and changed from third gear to fourth. Her feet switched positions with the clutch returned and the gas pedal back down. She replicated the same thing to put the Jeep in fifth gear, then she released Michael’s rugged hand. “It’s easy. You just have to hear it and remember.”

Michael stared out the window again. He hated how his hand felt underneath hers- rather he hated that he liked being able to touch her hand. Luke’s had a strict No Touching My Sister rule for the boys. That doesn’t stop Maverly cuddling Calum or Ashton. They’re like her brothers also. “You’ve been driving for long enough that you remember.”

“That’s the point,” Maverly snickered. “So. I was thinking we could get something at like Walmart or whatever. You hungry?”

-

“How the fuck do you pick out a cantaloupe?”

“I don’t know.”

“Maverly you’re supposed to know this shit. Which cantaloupe is the best?”

“I don’t know, Michael!”

“Fuck it. I’ll just get this one. Do you have a knife?”

“No?”

“Then get one!”

-

Maverly dug a brand new metal spoon into the meat of her half of the cantaloupe. She pulled the melon away from the skin and shoved the huge bite into her mouth. “This is good, you picked out a good one.” the blonde laughed.

Michael rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah,” he dug into the other half. “Just eat your stupid cantaloupe.” the juice from the melon dripped down his face from his first bite. He wiped it away with the collar of his shirt. “It’s getting everywhere.”

“Michael, we’re at the beach. You’re going to get some type of wet no matter what,” Michael stopped chewing to stare at his younger friend. Maverly broke her stare on the dusk sunrise to see why the boy was silent. Michael blinked a few times, trying to insinuate a sexual innuendo that Maverly barely understood for a few moments. “I mean that works too, but-”

“May, why are we here?” Michael set his spoon into the carved out center inside the melon. “Not just wanting to go to the beach at literally two AM. Why are we here?”

Maverly laughed. “I can’t tell you that.”

“Why?” Michael pleaded. “I just want to know why you didn’t choose your brother or I don’t know . . . Calum?”

“If you didn’t want to come then you didn’t have to, Mike,” Maverly shoveled more melon into her mouth. Her belly was empty and running on a McDonald's coffee she bought herself before entering Santa Cruz. “I would have left you alone and bothered them.”

“It’s not that,” Michael set the round end of the melon into the sand. His hands grabbed her face so she’d look at him and understand that this was a real question of his. Why did Maverly choose Michael over the ones closest to her? “I wanted to come. But why did you chose me.”

“I still can’t tell you that,” Maverly stared at Michael’s face, feeling herself fall a little bit more in love with him. Without looking at her end of the cantaloupe, she still carved out a piece with the spoon and stuck it into her mouth. “That’s confidential.”

“That makes it sound like you’re going to kill me, May,”

“I’m not going to kill you.”

It’s no secret to Luke that Michael is absolutely smitten over the youngest Hemmings; the rest of their friend group always torments Michael that he’s wrapped around Maverly’s skinny little finger. Ashton jokes that hidden in one of Maverly’s tattoos is a meaning for Michael and her hidden crush on him, but he only says things like that to Maverly. The first time that was said, Maverly was laying next to Ashton, helping build his H.H. Homes Murder Castle. Maverly set TNT off inside of the castle in frustration towards Ashton and destroyed almost the whole outline. Even though he was angry, Ashton understood that Maverly fancied his younger friend and that she did not want to talk about it. Calum laughed when he realized the Clemmings ship was practically in love with each other and did absolutely nothing to push them together.

“Then why are we here!” Michael screamed.

“I want to go swimming,” Maverly shrugged. She forced herself away from Michael so she could see the sunrise again. Maverly Hemmings is known for appreciating nature and basic artistic masterpieces. She’s amazing at makeup. She’d be wearing a full face of makeup if she didn’t feel comfortable around Michael. She wants to paint the sky onto a piece of paper and replicate it into an eyeshadow look for somebody, but she knows that nobody would appreciate it. “I thought you’d like to go swimming with me.”

“It’s five.”

“And?”

“We could have swum in your backyard.”

“That’s not the same.” Maverly set her melon down into the sand like Michael’s. She wanted to kiss him. She wanted to taste the cantaloupe on his lips and the cherry chapstick he denies using. The blonde wants to run her fingers through orange strands of hair and the stroke of his calloused thumbs across her cheekbones.

“Yes, it is,” Michael stared back at Maverly. “Why did you bring me out here?”

“I wanted to swim,” Maverly stated again, but slower.

“Why didn’t you tell me to grab something to swim in then?”

Maverly paused to think up a reason. It took her over a minute. “I didn’t think about that.”

“Yes, you did,”

“No, I didn’t,”

“I bet you ten dollars that you’re wearing a swimming suit under your jacket,”

A blush made itself apparent on her face. She’s not wearing a swimming suit under the jacket; she’s not wearing anything underneath her clothes beside a red bra with matching panties. “Then fork up the money, Clifford.”

“Prove it to me then,” Michael said with complete seriousness. He was almost certain that she had planned on embarrassing Michael by being the only one in the water, or if he wanted to swim he had to skinny dip or wear soaking-wet underwear all the way home. Of course, Maverly Hemmings would be the one to do that to him. He can’t believe that he’s practically fallen for her thousand times over. “Prove it to me that you’re not dressed to swim in the ocean and try to embarrass me.”

Maverly blushed even harder. “You don’t want me to prove it to you.”

“Yes, I do,” Michael was angry. His mind had completely convinced him that he was just going to be embarrassed. If so, he had a few friends in Santa Cruz that would take him home. Or, he’d wake up Calum or Ashton and request that they drive to the boardwalk. Maybe he should just be a dick and wake up Luke, spoil the news that his perfect little sister snuck out and drove two hours to embarrass him.

“One-hundred percent sure?” Maverly asked. “No doubt that you want me to prove to you?”

“One-hundred,” Michael enunciated. “Prove to me that you’re not just a bitch.”

Maverly swallowed. She tugged at the zipper of her leather jacket with shaking hands. Slowly, if fell down the track to Maverly’s jean button. She was sweating, a result of a black leather jacket and a humid beach, so her palms and fingertips felt slick when she pulled the zipper completely away from the attaching side. She opened the jacket and felt thankful the beach was empty besides them. The skinny girl shrugged the heater off her shoulders and let it fall into the sand. Like it was just something she normally did, her hand reached for the melon to take another bite.

“I swear I didn’t think about that,”

Michael’s eyes were sitting on her boobs in the red bra. Two inches of lace wrapped around the bottom of the bra and covered a tattoo Michael didn’t realize she had. He couldn’t stop staring at her not-so flat chest.

“If I knew you fetishized boobs so much, I would’ve worn actual lingerie,”

“I’m not- I don’t- I . . .” Michael felt the smallest bit of constriction in his pants. He forced his eyes to the dark sky to ignore the topless girl in front of him. “Again, why are we here?”

“I can’t tell you,”

“Why can’t you tell me?!”

“Because I was seeing if something Luke said was true!” Maverly screamed. She turned to grab her jacket from the sand and put it on as quickly as she could. She wasn’t feeling confident enough to show her bare torso anymore.

“What did Luke say?”

"Nothing," Maverly dismissed. She waved her hand like it was the end of the conversation and fished her keys out of her pocket. "Let's go."

"You drug me out here, Maverly Hemmings!" Michael screamed. "I said I would go with you to Santa Cruz and two AM, you woke me up to share fun facts, I helped you pick out a cantaloupe, I bought you cigarettes with my ID, I- I am sitting in the sand with you at five AM after walking around Walmart and testing how soft pillows can fucking be!"

"I'm sorry!" Maverly cried. "I . . . I shouldn't have brought you out here and- and I just thought-!"

"-What did you think, Maverly?"

"Would you shut up and let me talk!" Maverly yelled. She didn't have an excuse, just that she wanted to see if Michael really liked her. "Would you like to know the real reason I drug you all the way out here?"

"Gladly!"

Maverly grabbed a handful of his shirt to bring them together and she shoved her lips to his. It felt like lightbulbs burst around them with such power that their ears were left ringing in the darkness of Santa Cruz. It felt like sparks were fusing their lips. It felt like when you bite into sweet fruit. It felt like the sun after a long rainy day. It felt like electricity flowing through every vein and nerve. Maverly was the first to pull away and rest her head against Michael's with her fingertips dancing through small strands of hair.

"Luke told you guys how you're practically wrapped around my finger," Maverly whispered. Michael pressed his thumb to the corner of her lips. "Michael Clifford, I've loved you for years and . . . I just thought that-"

"You're stupid." Michael laughed before kissing the girl he loved again. His hands ran their course on the curvature of her body, leaving tingles over every area they touched. He released her lips from his and watched how she reacted. She smiled and seemed relaxed as if she just smoked. But she didn't- it was just the effect that Michael had on her. "If anybody asks," Michael whispered. "I threw rocks at your window instead of the other way around."

-

"Wake up!" Maverly screamed before pouring a bucket of ice water on her sleeping twin brother. Michael laughed from the open doorway of Luke's room as Luke jumped up from his bed in just a pair of blue boxers, confused and whipping around to face Maverly. "Hi, I love you but-"

Through shivers, Luke lifted Maverly in a bridal style and exited his room. He didn't say a word; just walked past Michael and into the hallway. Michael followed behind, wondering if Luke even realized he was there.

"Luke?" Liz asked. Luke ignored his mother and continued towards the open balcony.

He's had enough of being woken up with water in a bucket and having to change his sheets and dry his mattress! He's tired of being freezing and having to sit in a bathtub of boiling water just moments from waking. He's tired of it. He stood on the balcony and held his little sister close.

"Luke, no!" Maverly pleaded, not wanting to be thrown in the pool. She had just showered and put on clean clothes! She didn't want to repeat the same process!

After a make-out session with Michael on the Santa Cruz sand, they skinny-dipped in the ocean like it was something normal. Michael slept on the way back to his house but only grabbed clean clothes from his bedroom. Michael and Maverly managed to have a -quiet- shower together with lots of making out and 'Stop looking at my boobs, Maverly Hemmings!' They dressed, took a few-hour nap, and thought of the best way to wake up Luke. Maverly knew she had to go with what she normally did.

Luke swung his sister over the railing of the balcony, and she landed in the pool. A belly-flop hurt her stomach but she still surfaced infuriated with her brother. Luke clapped his hands together as if removing dirt and started back into the house.

"Go help your girlfriend," Luke demanded tiredly to Michael.

"How do you . . ?" Michael trailed off to his friend.

"The hoodie, dumbass," Luke answered.

Michael looked over the railing at his girlfriend going up the ladder of the pool. Maverly peeled the 'CLIFFORD 95' hoodie off her body and cursed at Luke. "Whoops.”

-

Request here

[thefloatingstone]

I’m stealing my mom’s phone data to post this. I’m sure she’ll understand. I’m still not online yet but I have no patience so I’m uploading this now.

“Hey! I know what would be a good idea! Let’s draw the boys from @tyranttortoise‘s SSLL fic in their civvies! Yeah! That’s an excellent idea!”

5000 years later and here we are. (seriously I started this in January before my birthday)

It turns out fewer of them wear alt outfits in the fic than I thought when I was going through it. In retrospect maybe I should’ve drawn the beach episode chapter instead. Or the Halloween one. Oh well. If nothing else this helped cement some of their designs in my mind that I was struggling with.

big fat AU breakdown notes under the cut!

First off; another reason for this picture was to play around with the designs of each character, since I personally don’t like it when characters are just copypastas of each other with different outfits on. So I was playing around not just with the idea of civvies, but also with differences in height, body shape, posture, etc etc.

First we have Red and our vanilla boi Sans. I imagine these two as being the most similar in terms of looks, with only details being slightly different. However there are small differences. Red is slightly taller than Sans, and although you can’t see it under all that fluff, his shoulders are broader. I like the weird dynamic these two have in the fic. They’re generally in ok terms, but Red seems to have pretty rotten luck and often accidentally does something to paint himself as someone untrustworthy, and with the king of distrust around, Sans comes across as having pinned him as “troublemaker” who he has to kinda shuffle back into place every now and then. By extension, Red is actually pretty intimidated by Sans.... because he’s Sans.

Next we have Edge and Blackberry. Edge is taller than Papyrus but not the tallest of the bros (although he’s the tallest in the main building) Although this may just be because he likes his boots with a bit of a heel. I think his differences to Paps are pretty obvious. His overall facial structure is spikier not just with his teeth but overall. Black on the other hand is the shortest of the whole group which purely comes from the fact that I love the idea that the most tyrannical and bossiest of the group happens to be the smallest and he doesn’t give a fuck. He’s gonna order you around and you’re gonna listen to him. I also like envisioning Black, unlike the rest of the shorter bros, as being pretty spindly. One last detail is that Princess heel click. Which you KNOW he probably does all the time. a little detail I have to thank Vegeta from DBZ for in one specific scene somebody pointed out on tumblr with the tag “what a fucking princess”. And the second lack entered the fic that’s immediately how I pegged him.

Russ/Mutt and Vanilla Paps. Russ is the second tallest overall and the biggest flirt which is a huge fucking accomplishment. However I like the idea that he’s only serious about %5 of the time and actually just does it either out of habit or just because it’s funny to rile people up and annoy and/or fluster them. Papyrus, pure soul that he is, seems both oblivious and immune. I think he’s just happy for any kind of compliment, missing the intention behind it completely... ..I think.... Paps is difficult to fully understand sometimes. How much is he fully overlooking and how much is he perfectly aware of and just ignores. It’s a mystery. Russ’ facial structure is a mess compared to Pap’s. His jaw is really large and his chin is chiseled. His face is basically mostly jaw. It’s insane.

Blue and Crooks! Blue is a character I always struggle with, but I’m slowly getting to grips with him better (I hope???) I made him taller than Sans because I like the idea that the one who you’d project as being the youngest is bigger than some of the oldest. Otherwise, not much to say. His face is less round than Sans’ and yet somehow looks younger because of it??? weird. Crooks is the tallest, but he’s always hunched over to deal with everyone else so it’s a little unclear how tall he really is. Of course, one of the first exposures I has to AUs at all was from @forgivemeimmasin and her HT boys. So when Crooks entered the story I could only picture him as looking like her design for him. Heck in my mind he’s a mirror copy, complete with his large shabby coat and fingerless gloves. However, he doesn’t actually wear those in the story so I left them off. But yeah, he’s suppose to be Mun’s design which is why he looks just like him.

Axe, Stretch and Q! Axe is actually an exact copy of Sans. The only thing different is his posture which makes him look shorter, but it’s just his hunched, on-alert, way of standing. Again, heavily inspired by Forgivemeimmasin’s design, however, in the SSLL fic he’s literally exactly Sans but with the head wound and eye. So I stuck closer to that idea. I left off his beanie because I wanted to draw that crack. I also put him in the hoodie that the canon Sans plushie wears, rather than my personal default of Sans’ fluff hood. Just to put some distance between the two, however cosmetic.

Stretch I think I struggled with the most for some reason. I think again the differences are pretty clear. He’s taller than Paps but shorter than Edge (although just slightly) however his posture makes him seem shorter. He’s got longer legs than Paps though. And he’s got them hollow cheeks.

And lastly we have @jolie-in-the-underground‘s Q in his civvies. In the fic he actually doesn’t wear his admin outfit that much, however it’s what most people draw him in. I decided to copy Jolie’s header image for his civvies but not lose his digital cues *jazz hands*. Obviously the tallest of the Sans’, but very different in overall stature and design from the others. I don’t think that is actually canon within the fic, but my visual mind puts him looking more like this than short potato Sans. I reason it’s because the more time goes by, the more Q’s design shifts naturally away from Sans into being his own unique form. The change is just so slow and subtle it’s hard to tell.

Also also, this is completely at odds with the fic, but I imagine the shorter bros to all be a tiny bit shorter than the LL (even Red) and the taller bros are taller than her. anyway, my mom’s phone is being eaten alive data wise so that’s gonna have to be it.

[icespyders]

Kuroo Tetsurou and Kashima Yuu?

I WAS GONNA GO TO BED BUT YOU HIT ME W/ SUCH GOOD CHARACTERS…IM IRRESPONSIBLE BUT I FEEL SO ALIVE

kuroo!! my darling cat son!!

First impression - believe it or not i had to take time to warm up to kuroo. it seems crazy bc he’s one of my favorites in the whole series now, but at first i was fooled by his external appearance and thought he was sketchy. i didn’t know what his game was, and i didn’t like that shit lmao. then my sister assured me kuroo’s just a big nerd who loves making puns and helping his kouhai and then training camp really cemented my growing love for him.

Impression now - He’s Always This Kind and he’s one of my very favorite haikyuu characters. like with hinata, i’m super comfy writing him both as a narrator and a side character - his dialogue comes really naturally to me. he makes me laugh a lot & also i believe in him

Favorite moment - “ah…i can tell this guy’s a JERK” when he meets daichi, as per the english translation, which does away with that “cunning type” noise and cuts right to the insults lmao. also that part where he goes “wait shit idk what i was talking about, i confused myself.” that says a lot about him. also every time he pulls off a cool block and there’s a panel/frame of him looking like an absolute maniac lmao

Idea for a story - like i said in my answer abt kenma, i start each new day with more kuroken content lol. kuroo’s a side character in two ensemble fics i’m working on right now, a college au and a fantasy au. in the former he paints. in the latter he’s a magical cursebreaker. in both he annoys the narrating characters and generally behaves like an annoying nuisance. it’s pretty rad.

Unpopular opinion - ~sexy suave kuroo~ is the worst headcanon ever lmao. like, i get it, he looks sketchy, ok, but he’s got a good heart. he’s a smooth talker, sure, but the second anyone flirted back at him he’d self-destruct. let’s be real with ourselves. he started shit with yaku over which girl in an idol group is the best, he’s a loser, the end, the prosecution rests, etc

Favorite relationship - me, still trying to find room in my pockets for all my kuroken fics: uhhhhh. tbh i love kuroo’s dynamics with lots of characters, even though his rapport with kenma is my favorite. i love bokuto and kuroo’s antics and how kuroo is always ready to drag bokuto at a moment’s notice and how they can duke it out on the court but also chill and be bros no problem. and i kinda really love his friendship with daichi. i always see them as like. ok if you asked them they’d never admit they were friends, but if one was in serious trouble the other would help, no questions asked. i love making them roommates in my college aus and having them squabble over everything. kuroo and daichi roommate adventures include: kuroo eating snacks daichi bought, and then daichi stealing kuroo’s wallet and using his credit card to buy replacement snacks; daichi scouring their bathroom looking for the hair gel he’s POSITIVE kuroo uses bc that CAN’T actually be bedhead; kuroo playing ���careless whisper” on the bluetooth speaker every time suga comes over to hang w/ daichi, and then daichi getting him back by blasting “my best friend’s hot” when kenma comes over; and daichi threatening to kill kuroo in his sleep at least 3 times a day.

Favorite headcanon - i touched on a couple, like kuroo instantly dying when/if anyone tried to flirt with him, and also i bet his hair is like that bc he showers at night and sleeps with pillows around his head and it messes it up so it dries funny. furudate, validate me!! also: kuroo ends up with the laziest, oldest, meanest cat in the whole world who loves him but hates every other life form on this planet. kenma is locked in eternal conflict with this damn cat competing for kuroo’s affections.

KASHIMAAAAAA

First impression - shit i don’t even remember…i watched all of gsnk in like a week, i was on vacation and watched one or two eps a night right before bed lmao. i definitely liked how kashima and mikorin can enjoy their friendship even though she beats him in every aspect, and that fucking part where kashima goes to that mixer in mikorin’s place and just STEALS ALL THE GIRLS…TIMELESS

Impression now - bisexual menace and i love her, but someone’s gotta stop her. the last gsnk volume i read had that arc where she had to stop talking to hori for a week and got all dramatic about it, it’s just like. my god. how do they not know they’re in love

Favorite moment - the mere idea that “we can’t tell kashima about the manga bc then all her fangirls will mob the place and we’ll never get anything done” cracks me up every time. also that part where hori just yanks her out of the crowd of girls with umbrellas and drags her dumb ass home, and also when she thinks wakamatsu is a perv for hanging out w/ a bunch of girls buying swimsuits, and also chiyo panicking and screeching at kashima “SENPAI IS REPAYING NOZAKI-KUN WITH HIS BODY.” every part of gsnk is good OKAYIdea for a story - here’s an idea, let kashima and hori go on a date. that’s all i got bc that’s all i want

Unpopular opinion - shrugs!!! my gsnk opinions are pretty much just “they should kiss” and “i fucking love gekkan shoujo nozaki-kun, holy fuck”

Favorite relationship - i mentioned shipping kashima and hori, and i mentioned how i liked kashima and mikorin’s clearly unbalanced friendship lol, and i also like kashima and sakura’s friendship! im stil laughing over sakura thinking kashima was a dude and being super worried abt having feelings for anyone besides nozaki, and then being like “oh good she’s a girl! i’m safe!” lol

Favorite headcanon - listen gsnk is the gift that keeps on giving, i barely have to make headcanons. but i bet kashima rocks that short hairdo not bc she knew it’d be stylish or she’s trying to go for a specific image, but bc she’s lazy and short hair means less styling. everyone is probably super disappointed by this practical reasoning, it’s such a letdown.