#and then my OCs get like

[dramatisperscnae]

About TJ Hammond

Thomas James Hammond had a fairly normal childhood, for the eldest of twins born to a pair of professional - and fairly successful - politicians. He was an outgoing, gregarious child often up to some sort of mischief when he wasn't attending to his schoolwork or his music lessons. None of that changed even when his father became president, moving the family into the White House - and the focus of the press - when he was 8.

The focus of a nation on his family - and thus him - did start wearing on the boy after a while, though; his mother tried to shelter both TJ and his brother Douglas as best she could, but stories about their vacations, their schoolwork, even their hobbies still found their way into newspapers and tabloids all across the nation. Still, it didn't become a major problem until TJ hit puberty.

He'd known, in the way children do, that he liked boys more than girls. As a small child it was easy to write off as boyish antics, something he'd grow out of with time. But he didn't. Instead TJ found himself quietly admiring some of the boys in his class, forcing himself to keep his attractions secret; if anyone found out there would be hell to pay, not only from his peers but from an entire nation. Even so, there was one boy in particular that caught his eye, a boy TJ couldn't help but sneak glances at in the locker room after PE.

Jacob Daniels wasn't from an important family; his family wasn't even involved in politics. He simply happened to share the same school as the President's sons. He also happened to share TJ's attraction. The two were fourteen when their eyes finally met, each catching the other staring. Naturally both looked away immediately, but that was the start of what would become as clandestine a relationship as they could manage.

For a while they managed fairly well, with illicit meetings in tucked-away corners. Neither could afford to be open with what they were; Jacob's parents were devoutly religious, while the entire nation would be in an uproar if TJ's sexuality was discovered. Secrecy was of the utmost importance. It might even have stayed that way, had it not been for a daring photographer eager for a story on one of the Hammond family.

On the final day of school before summer break in 1997 TJ and Jacob slipped away from the ceremonies for some privacy, neither one aware they were being followed. The resulting photographs earned that photographer a heft paycheck, and the two boys a shattered world. Suddenly they were both hounded at every step by reporters eager to verify their relationship. Letters poured in, a few supportive but most full of vitriol and hate. Talking heads and public figures across the nation went on the air to discuss the fact that apparently the President's oldest son was gay.

Jacob's parents reacted instantly, forbidding any contact with TJ at all. TJ never did find out fully what happened after that, exactly how fully Jacob got hit with the consequences; the next time he saw Jacob it was as part of another headline that didn't even bother naming him. 'Hammond Son's Boyfriend Found Dead'. Jacob had hanged himself, the hatred from the public and the pressure from his parents proving too much for him to take.

It was the day of the funeral that TJ took his first true steps toward addiction. There had been the occasional illicit cigarette or joint when someone had managed to smuggle them into school, and he'd had a taste of two of alcohol from his parents - and his grandmother - at social functions, but after Jacob's death TJ just wanted to forget. To not be him for even just five minutes. He started drinking, stealing from the family liquor cabinet at first and then finding ways to get his own.

Thinking it would be better for him to start over in a new environment, his parents enrolled him in a boarding school that autumn. It backfired. Away from his family and anyone who might have noticed the signs, TJ spiralled downward. Alcohol gave way to marijuana, which gave way to stronger drugs in turn. With the entire nation aware of his sexuality he also experienced bullying, getting into several fights with other students and even simply people on the street.

That trend would continue the rest of his schooling career, and get him kicked out of two boarding schools - he managed to graduate from the third - and two colleges before he simply gave up on academia. He had a trust fund thanks to his parents' success; it was enough to rent an apartment and get by on. There were attempts by his family to get him into rehab, and some of them even seemed to work, but without fail a few months went by and TJ was using again.

It wasn't until he met Sean Reeves, Republican senator from Ohio, that his life seemed to start turning around. With his mother now Secretary of State after her failed presidential bid TJ could stop concering himself with the press as much and start seriously trying to pull his life together. Sean seemed perfect to help with that. Smart, funny, sweet, caring, and handsome to boot, it didn't take long for TJ to fall head over heels for the man. There was just one small problem.

Sean Reeves was married. To a woman. And had two children. But a clandestine affair wasn't exactly anything new to TJ; among his addictions, sex had become another way to forget his troubles as well as score a hit. Sean, though, was different. With Sean there was a connection TJ hadn't felt since Jacob. He honestly believed they had a bond, that Sean loved him back, that once Sean's term in the Senate was over he'd leave his wife and they could be together.

He was wrong. Somehow news of their affair got out. It was used to blackmail Sean into changing his vote on a bill the Democrats were trying to push through Congress. TJ's mother, once made aware of this, told him to break it off, but he refused. He needn't have bothered; Sean did it for him. The words that came out of Sean's mouth that night are still seared across TJ's soul. It was just sex. I felt disgusted. It was all right if I closed my eyes.

The breakup came barely a week before Christmas. Two days before Christmas Eve, TJ's grief and pain spiked as he watched an interview with Sean regarding the bill. The man mentioned his two children and TJ's heart, already broken, shattered. His mother found him later that evening, barely alive and fading fast from carbon monoxide poisoning.

The failed suicide attempt sent TJ into yet another tailspin, one he only pulled out of with the introduction of a business opportunity: a nightclub in D.C., of which he would be part-owner. He could have something to be proud of, something that was his, something that wouldn't be an abject failure like the rest of his life; all he needed was a little help from his family.

Unfortunately, none of them were willing to give it to him. $100,000 was a lot of money, and it was generally thought he'd simply spend it on scoring his next hit rather than the business he was trying to start. Even his grandmother, with whom he was close, had little faith in him. Only his brother was willing to loan him the money, and that only after TJ turned up at his apartment at one in the morning, desperate and with nowhere else to go.

TJ threw himself into the project, trying to go straight and actually succeeding for the most part as the nightclub - called The Dome for its incredible view of the Capitol Dome from the patio - began to take shape. Finally things seemed to be looking up. He could do this and finally not be the black sheep son he'd been since he was fifteen. Things were going great, right up until opening night.

He'd planned the outing carefully, set up a buffet for those of his family who needed to eat earlier than 10 p.m., only to be told flatly by his father that the man wasn't going. That TJ opening a nightclub was ridiculous. That was the first slap in the face. The second came when his chaperone accidentally let slip - while trying to prove that TJ had put genuine effort into this by rattling names off the guest list - that he'd invited Sean Reeves. That set his mother off, thinking he'd started seeing the man again even after what had happened.

That was the last straw. TJ snapped, simply telling his entire family to stay home, and stalked out to the club. The grand opening was in full swing, going perfectly, but his heart wasn't in it. And seeing Sean's name on one of the VIP badges only made it worse. That was the night he fell off the wagon, hard. Not only that, he took his chaperone with him, convincing Gunner to join him in a hit. He got so wrapped up in it, so intent on chasing that high, that he overdosed; the next thing TJ knew, he was in a hospital with his mother sitting at his bedside.

That was nearly three years ago; in the time since TJ has seen his brother get married, his mother run for president [again; and win this time] and his club become a true success. The same can't quite be said for him, but he's working on it. Sort of.

[kimquatz]

process of drawing an OC: - you design them - you get attached to them - their hair gets bigger without you realizing it

[anbaisai]

AU where Mostro Lounge launches it as an official sporting event, because Azul smelled the business opportunity (featuring @raven-at-the-writing-desk's Miss Raven with Jade)

(Continuation of the book 4 mystery)

Bonus of the nefarious opportunistic octopus:

[artist-rat]

some epilogue vibes (an excuse to draw some hugs. and my durge so many times)

[ruushes]

he's proud of them probably

[archiepelago]

I think about sebastian on the surface a normal amount

[ains-art]

I can't believe i didn't post this one yet, it was a favorite for a while

[chanafehs]

Knights and Spirits

[puppppppppy]

renaissance dogys

characters belong to @canisalbus

[sketchytea]

she is so tired.

[hoaxghost]

Unfortunately speaking, generational gap does exist even within the angelic hierarchy

[rasoyas]

what a pleasant view. 🏡 original households + my 3 rotational ocs!

[anbaisai]

Blep. (Sequel to the boop)

Or alternatively titled: Snake Jamil, but even larger noodle

The species that Jamil is based on here is called the Blood Python (special thanks to @kirexa for the information!), which can reach an average of 4-6 ft in length and up to 30 lbs in weight.

Bonus panel:

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

from the start !

so. . what are we ??

you’ve been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember.

sure, he had never outwardly called you his girlfriend, but when you were both seven years old, he came up to you. chest heaving slightly from running up and down the hill where he had gotten you a freshly plucked out bouquet of flowers. the roots were still clinging to them and he got dirt all over your hands from forcibly grabbing them and shoving the bouquet in them before you could even form a sentence.

“since you accepted the flowers, you’re mine now.” he mumbled, his little hands tightened into fists at his sides and chubby cheeks a cute shade of pink, staring at you as confidently as he could.

a grin grows on his face when you respond with a simple “okay !” and a bright smile. the grin on his face never disappears even as his mom scolds him for getting you both all dirty.

you were katsuki’s in middle school too, when the boys in class decided to play kiss, marry, kill and he had somehow gotten dragged into it. the girls in your class tried their best to seem uninterested, claiming the boys were being childish, but you noticed how hard some of them were straining their ears trying to hear what the guys were talking about in their own little corner of the room. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little curious as well.

katsuki was as ruthless as you’d known him to be, choosing to kill any girl that wasn’t to his liking, which ended up being all of them. much to the other boys’ chagrin, claiming he had no taste.

then your name was brought up.

at that, his eyes widened and he turned in his seat to see if you were watching. you had never turned your head away so fast in your life and you were pretty sure you heard something go “crack”.

he clicked his tongue. mumbling something about how stupid the game was before muttering out a “kiss yn, marry yn and kill that other bitch.” before getting up and stomping away, claiming he had to go to the bathroom followed closely by the whoops and hollers of his two friends behind him.

you both made eye contact when he walked out and you think you’ll never forget how red his cheeks were.

you were katsuki’s when he was the one to walk you to and from school everyday, claiming you would somehow get lost without him. you were katsuki’s when he had begrudgingly shoved homemade valentines day chocolates into your arms, mumbling something about how you had been upset nobody had gotten you anything last year, conveniently leaving out the fact he had scared off all the other guys trying to offer you anything.

you were katsuki’s when he grabbed your hand during the winter because he said you’d “end up dying of hypothermia with the way you’re chittering over there.” and you were his when you were the only person he laughed around. loud, genuine laughter that you and only you could squeeze out of him. you were katsuki’s when he randomly kissed you goodnight at your door one night and he’s been doing it ever since, and gets all pouty when you turn away from his kisses to tease him.

“are we dating ?” you had asked him. you’re both in high school now and you’re in his dorm room. your legs are on his lap and he’s got a comfortable grip on your leg, which tightens after he registers your questions “hah?” he looks utterly confused and a little insulted as he looks back at you, his entire face scrunched up in confusion. you pinch his nose and he swats at your hand.

“are we dating ? like—am i your girlfriend.” you say again and katsuki’s face scrunches up even harder. he huffs and looks back at his phone, landing a little smack on your leg still placed in his lap. “ ‘course yer my fuckin’ girlfriend.” he spits out, obviously irritated. then he looks back at you “I haven’t made it obvious ?” he says sarcastically. one of his eyebrows lifted as he pokes at your leg still very much in his lap.

you simply shrug “s’not that. it’s just because you’ve never actually asked me out before, so i was a little confused on where we stood.” you mumble. he stares at you while you speak and he stares a little longer before sighing. then he leans towards you and flicks your forehead.

“ow !”

“dumbass.” he murmurs. there’s a slight pout on his face and his cheeks are light shade of pink when he looks you in the eyes again. he grabs both your cheeks with one hand and smushes them together to push your lips out and presses multiple wet kisses onto them that have you squealing and squirming. his wet lips are pulled into a smirk when he pulls back and you try your best to at least look a little angry, you really do. but it’s useless when he looks at you like that.

“of course you’re my girlfriend” he reiterates. his smirk’s been replaced for something softer, something more sincere as he gazes at you with so much unadulterated affection it makes your head spin a little. “you’ve always been mine.” he says it in a teasing tone and his hand is still smushing your cheeks out and it hurts a little but his eyes are still the same. they’re warm and soft and so, so enamored with you and only you.

when he finally let’s go of your face and pulls you fully into his lap, you realize katsuki’s been yours for as long as you’ve been his.

you smile brightly at him but turn your nose up when he leans in to kiss you again. “i still haven’t heard what i wanna hear though, mr. bakugou.”

he rolls his eyes and pinches at your thigh as he mumbles out a “don’t call me that.” sighing, he looks at you intensely and you suddenly feel very shy.

“will you be my girlfriend, ya shitty girl ?” and he says it as a joke, you both know it is cus his lips are already forming into a smirk the second he finishes his sentence. and you’re pulling at his nose the moment you register it, but you’re both smiling hard. he laughs and you’re sure you’ll never get tired of the sound. “what’s your answer, pretty ?” he asks playfully and you pretend to really think it over just to mess with him, and giggling out a “yes!” when he suddenly pounces on you. flipping you both over and tickling you mercilessly, calling it revenge for you “taking too damn long to answer.”

you’d been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember, and you hope you can be forever.

[ruushes]

a friendly little murder 😊🐦‍⬛🖤🗡️ the crows really said you're going to wear purple leather and you're going to like it

[lil-vibes]

i love it when narinder is unintentionally creepy lol