#au : situationship

[bbybluemochi]

[OC] frankie and sinner are literally the "are they lovers?" "worse" meme

[emthimofnight]

A prequel to my previous sonadow comic featuring the night Shadow drunkenly decided to let Sonic spend the night at his apartment (and was never able to get rid of him). Both had a bit too much to drink at a party in their honor celebrating a recent victory, and one thing lead to another. At this point, they'd been messing around on the down low for a while, unbeknownst to any of their friends.

Original comic(s): Link 1 Link 2

[quesocheeso]

Would you fall in love with me again?

So guess who was listening to Epic again💃💃💃

Remember when I said 3am!Mac is an actor but still does plays for the theater at Megapolis? Yeah he does musicals too lmaooo and everyone gets free tickets

Just kept thinking of this song and boom comic😭

(Fun fact: as I was drafting this and got to the 20 years part I realized that with my demon year scale, 500 years is 20 years and I went bonkers😭😭😭(100 years= 4 years)

[strawdool]

pathetic wet cat moment lol

[98chao]

hospital bed crawl

[mayopocket]

they were in a situationship AND they were roommates

[trianglefans]

Assorted Clippy Bill doodles for my AU!

Inspired by these animations

[aradidnt]

stargazing with you. <33333333

[daily-sifloop]

Loop the prettiest princess in a dungeon and siffrin the handsomest knight saving them

Day 81: the hero always gets the princess!

[muniimyg]

𐙚₊˚⊹ racer!jk (3) ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

series m.list // taglist unavailable

note: huhuhuuuu giving situationship fr

[uzm06]

[emthimofnight]

sonadow doodles bc I love them

[creative-clawmarks]

Love for the dead is called grief.

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KO-FI

[strange-daughter-x]

Senior year Normal, insp by a scene from my fic (details under cut)

I've really enjoyed drawing the teens as "realistic people" in more realistic environments! This is my take on 18 year-old normal (in a mutually toxic situationship with Hermie). I like to imagine Scary took this photo of him at a sleepover or smth.

I really enjoyed this piece and feel like I've learned a lot about color and texture, and how to play to my strengths! Id love to know what other folks in the fandom think about my headcannons hehe :3

[gublernatural]

as much as he’d hate to admit it, spencer kept a lot of secrets from the team.

some were minor, like how the cardigan jj gave him really was itchy, or how the new coffee machine in the office was significantly harder to clean than the old one, making each cup of coffee slightly more bacteria-filled than the less. other secrets were major, like the time his addiction had taken hold of him or the many social media accounts he had on the smart phone the team had recently found out about.

it’s true. he was on almost every platform, usually under some variation of user17376 and with no icon. but he was still there. he followed exactly one person, who also seemed to be his biggest secret.

you.

he wasn’t even sure if you knew of the vaguely-stalker-esque accounts he created just to keep tabs on you. he could only imagine how hard it would be to keep track of one user, without a name, located in your hundreds of thousands of followers. you might’ve hit one million after your newest single dropped, he hadn’t had time to check.

spencer felt bad stumbling out of your release party. he’d stuck to the back as you did your thank you speeches, excitedly dropping hints to your upcoming album. your relationship with spencer, if it could even be called that, was very private and he intended to keep it that way.

that’s why he was keeping you a secret. obviously. not because he hasn’t truly asked you to be his girlfriend. or because he was too shy to admit he even knew someone as famous as you. or because of his own insecurities telling him that he didn’t deserve you. no, of course not.

after your speeches and singing along to your brand new pop single that dropped at midnight, you did scooch your way to the back to talk to him. spencer’s arm still had goosebumps from where you held it as you laughed at his joke. he was a bit more bold now that he was three fruity drinks in. despite your fame and all of the attention you received, spencer felt comfortable in the hidden depths of your party.

his mind sort of shut off, just enjoying his time with you. every conversation topic was riveting, and he wished he could stay here with you forever.

and then his work phone rang in his pocket. spencer pretended like he didn’t see the small flash of disappointment when he answered it, saying a “hey, jj,” quietly into the speaker. you gave him a quick side hug, and then ran off, knowing he was about to leave.

and here he was, stumbling out of the party, listening to jj’s authoritative voice tell him that he needs to get to quantico asap, bring a go-bag, and meet the team on the jet so they could go over the case.

yikes. right to the jet. must be important.

as he hung up, he looked solemnly into the building your party was in. despite the empty feeling in his chest, he couldn’t help but smile at the pink lights pouring out of the windows.

and off he was to quantico.

the train ride there gave him a lot of time to ponder your interaction with him. sure, it felt like you maybe wanted to be his girlfriend when you were together. you held strong eye contact with him, weren’t afraid of small physical touches, gave him all of your attention, and stood close to him when engaged in conversations. all tell-tale behavioral signs of a crush.

but things never went deeper than surface level. it always seemed like he was catching up with a friend, not flirting with someone who he was interested in. even if he was definitely interested in you. he sighed, realizing that feeling had to stem from you, then. if you were into him, you’d also flirt with him.

so, no matter how many times you invited him to things, or he slept on your velvet couch after a game night with you and a few of your friends, that’s all he’d ever be to you. a friend.

spencer decides to turn his mind off (and his hidden smart phone), opting to bury his nose into a book. he brought a few, just in case.

he doesn’t turn his phone back on until the second night in the dingy motel. he really was trying to give himself space from you. you were infecting his mind, preventing him from thinking clearly and making decisions on the case. he thought one look at your social media might clear his head.

he opened your twitter, seeing only one new tweet. it was a video, captioned ‘been working on this one, hope you like it.’ the video played in the small media player as he inspected it. you were sat criss-cross, an acoustic guitar resting in your lap. your nails were pink, matching your newest single cover.

as he looked closer, he could see the glitter across your collar bones and your slightly-smeared makeup. this was filmed the night of your party. it must’ve been after it, given your disheveled appearance. he couldn’t help but marvel at how beautiful you looked.

finally, he opened the video, your beautiful voice filling the room. spencer closed his eyes, trying to listen to the words you were singing.

“i told myself, don't get attached, but in my mind, i play it back, spinning faster than the plane that took you.”

spencer gasped, realizing the similarities to his situation. oh my god oh my god oh my god.

“and this is when the feeling sinks in, i don’t wanna miss you like this. come back, be here. come back, here.”

this song was for him.

read about how popstar!reader and spencer met here <3

[stark-lord]

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