#drew this while at class bc why not

[cheemken]

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[starboye]

"𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖓𝖔 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒"

Day I - Older!Captain Price fucking femboy!younger!male reader

Day II - Rafe Cameron disciplining male reader because you were acting all bratty at one of his parties

Day III - Drew Starkey making male reader his bitch and dominating him after having a hard day

Day IV - Nate Jacobs choking male reader while fucking him

Day V - Stiles Stilinski rough fucking ftm!male reader and talking about how much he want you to get pregnant

Day VI - Gojo Saturo and male reader role playing you as the damsel in distress and gojo saving you and dicking you down as a prize

Day VII - Simon Riley breeding male reader over and over till you're filled with his delicious cum

Day VIII - Matt Sturniolo having a praise kink and top!male reader using that to your advantage throughout sex

Day IX - Tom Holland edging male reader so much

Day X - Chris Sturniolo fucking you till your an incoherent mess in front of a mirror

Day XI - Perter Parker orgasm denial from top!male reader

Day XII - remy gets jealous for whatever reason and he makes you watch him jack off and you can't touch him. You just have to sit in front of him and watch him and when he finishes he makes you swallow all of it

Day XIII - rough smut with Nicholas Alexander Chavez, maybe some guy tries flirting with reader and Nicholas gets pissed and rough fucks reader, maybe some daddy kink

Day XIV - Billy Loomis x SubTop shy nerdy Male Reader😭

Day XV - bellamy blake x thick fem boy reader, where everyone is having a party with drinking and dancing, and bellamy see reader dancing with other men and they keep grabbing his big ass bc it’s so big. so bellamy takes reader away and fucks that ass (also some face sitting 😏)

Day XVI - helping channing tatum at the gym and somehow stuff turns nsfw, do anything ya want with that, i'm just really REALLY desperate for stuff about him, can be short, can be long idc

Day XVII - cuck/stag fic with Charles leclerc the f1 driver, he seems like he’d be a huge cumdump behind closed doors and the reader could share him as punishment/desperation.

Day XVIII - Professor Miguel O’Hara and his student-boyfriend meeting up after class. Why, you ask? Well, the professor’s got a meeting. He’s gotta head home and take a shower. But a shower means washing away his glorious, glorious sweat and musk. He doesn’t want to deprive his good little slut of his favorite things in the world, so tells his boy to give him a tongue bath before his real one.

Day XIX - You want kinky? Musk kink, boot kink, choking kink, and of course knife play with Ghostface (whichever version) the ftm!reader fought back when GF tried to kill em, they all get sweaty and turned on so the fighting turned to fucking, Ghostface being Ghostface, he's all degrading, making the reader do stuff like grind on his boots, lick the blood off his knife and fuck themselves with the handle of it, all those good shit, what you think? Not too far?

Day XX - Sue Storm and The Thing are in an undercover mission which leaves Human Torch (Chris Evans), reader and Mr Fantastic (John Krasinski) alone in the same building. Johnny and reader use their free time to fuck, waking Reed from his sleep who is both frustrated and horny from reader's moans, he gets to the scene and finds Johnny fucking reader while holding him standing, this makes Reed turn feral and joins them to make a really dirty night

Day XXI - Mike Schmidt x kinky male reader who introduces him to the world of BDSM. Mike being a sub top with a praise kink, breeding kink, pet play (like having a leash on him and such) and other nasty things! Maybe even a bit of edging, like M/N punishing him by cockwarming him without letting him cum for a good while, leaving Mike needy and desperate to fill his boyfriends tight hole with his warm seed😮‍💨

Day XXII- ross lynch x onlyfans creator!reader, reader is recording himself for his only fans and as he is fingering himself ross walks in to his room and sees his roommate knuckles deep so reader gets an idea and stands up invites ross to come join and ross jumps on to the bed and start rimming him and fucks him like a slut and after they finish ross puts a cute little diamond butt plug

Day XXIII- soft dom soap x sub male reader where reader tries to be bratty to push soap but soap just treats him kindly like “oh you poor thing have I been neglecting you?” But like not in a mocking way and reader breaks kinda quickly and is good for soap enter babbling reader while soap coos praises

Day XXIV - Dom top Felix and bottom femboy male Reader where the middle of the night Felix catches reader in his bedroom fucking himself with a dildo moaning Felix's name saying fuck me Daddy so Felix steps into the room grabs Reader by the hair and starts fucking his face with big cock saying you want Daddy to fuck you and while Felix is fucking the Reader's face uses the dildo to fuck the reader then Felix is fills the reader's mouth full of cum and make some swallow then turns the reader on his hands and knees and just starts fucking the reader on the bed pulls him against his chest grabs his throat and just starts fucking him as hard as he can with the reader screaming Daddy Felix spanking the reader Felix just filling him full of cum reader belongs to Daddy now then the next morning Felix is fucking the reader as hard as he can against the window of the bedroom

Day XXV - Hiram Lodge and stepson femboy bottom male reader where Hiram has secretly been having sex with his stepson and turning him into his slutty bottom boy today alone for the whole month of October and Rita's dressing up in the slutty little school girl outfit with the mini skirt and thong and heels and Hiram and him want to try bondage so he gets all the equipment and Hiram ties the Reader's hands behind his back as Reader licks hiram's muscles and I'm face fucking male reader till he fills his mouth full of c** and then just starts fucking him while he's tied up pulling his hair and putting a ball gag in the Reader's mouth with bondage kink come eating muscle worship daddy kink and Hiram talking about getting reader pregnant if that's okay

Day XXVI - Logan howlette making ftm reader wear a bunny langire after his workout coming back all musky and sweaty all pent up and fucks male reader while male reader licks up logans sweat etc. Making logans smell kink and breed kink go off and fully breads male reader / size difference with Wolverine and an FTM reader. Logan is much bigger and stronger than reader and can pick him up, pin him down, and throw him around with ease and both of them go bonkers for it. Logan loves the control and power he has to play with reader as he pleases and reader loves feeling overpowered and in Logan's complete control

Day XXVII - sub!thicc femboy ftm reader x dom!homelander where reader is a supe in the seven who is stronger than all the heros and especially homelander but not strong enough in bed?? homelander finds reader in his apartment right in his room trying on the shortest skirts that shows his ass and pink high stockings, reader trys to explain before he gets his ass eaten and fucked raw until he cant breathe properly. i want some breeding kinks and alot of spanking, and ass worship if thats okay? i know ur busy but im just requesting this only if you have time, please and thank you.

Day XXVIII- X-Men 97 magneto and younger 18 year oldbottom femboy male reader loves that magneto so much older than him and has a daddy kink so when they're alone he catches magneto and nothing but a pair purple underwear so he starts kissing magneto licking down his muscles does magneto poses you sucking on his nipples and licking his abs body kissing down licking on his muscles drop to his knees and starts sucking magnetos big cock and balls magnet o moaning and calling reader a good boy grabbing his hair starts face fucking him then magneto pics reader up and starts fucking him right there till he feels him so full of c** and then throws reader over his desk and just keeps fucking him daddy kink breeding Kink and cum eating kink maybe you had Magneto's power somehow for bondage maybe readers power to make someone feel pleasure or pain how you want to do it maybe

Day XXIX - Step brother Tyler Lawrence Gray rough fucks his big bubble but step brother and cums in him

Day XXX - rafe cameron x thicc/male reader x topper x barry your dads is a football coach and rafe, topper, and barry are his star players so he invites them over and you get called down the stairs and they all just start staring at you and your juicy ass so as the night goes on whenever they walk by you they rub their bulges your ass or whenever you bend down to pick something up they always touch your ass…. After a while your dad goes to sleep and rafe, topper and barry goes into your room and they talk to you and rafe starts sitting on your bed and rubbing your thighs and then they finally convince you to have a foursome and they take turns eating your ass and while rafe is fuckin your ass he tells you not to be so loud your dad is sleeping so barry puts his dick in your mouth and you start sucking and your jerking off topper and they take turns and after awhile you are just fucked out with some many loads up your ass and rafe grabs his phone and spreads open your ass to take a video but after he’s done Barry and topper clean you out with their tongues and rafe helps you put your clothes on and in the morning your dad ask why are you limping and rafe laughs

Day XXXI - James mcavoy fic where James is reader’s dad best friend and he is coming over to stay for the summer reader and James don’t really get along at first. But one night James comes out the shower while reader is still awake and James ends up fucking him and eating him out hard and has him worship James body through scent and kissing etc

[l0vegl0wsinthedark]

Eighth year seekers match? Sneaking around the castle after hours to see each other and talk? Moving in together/creating their own space for the first time? Meeting at a muggle club wearing guises and immediately recognizing each other bc of their mannerisms?

That’s all I’ve got. Good luck writing again I always love reading your work!! 💜

Thank you, love ❤️🥹

~

It was two minutes past midnight as Draco hurried up from the dungeons and across the Entrance Hall. Then he resolutely slowed himself down as he descended the front steps - Potter would be late, he knew. He was late for every single class, every single day, anyway. Draco would have time to warm up, he was sure.

Broom on his shoulder, Draco marched onto the Quidditch pitch, shivering a little. The towering torches closest to him flared to life, crackling and spitting. Draco mounted his broom, glanced up at the navy skies, and felt his jaw drop.

Potter was already up by the goalposts on the far side. And he was shirtless.

"Merlin, help me," Draco muttered. He kicked off and soared off towards the half naked idiot. All at once, the rest of the torches flamed to life and the pitch was bathed in flickering yellow light.

"You're late," jeered Potter at once as Draco drew near enough. Draco just stared. "Did you fall asleep, Malfoy?"

"No, I was busy putting on clothes," Draco said pointedly while staring at Potter's bare chest.

Potter grinned. "My eyes are up here, you know."

"Oh, sorry, I couldn't see them behind those hideous, archaic glasses on your face." Draco's eyes strayed downwards again. "Would it kill you to get something that was made in this century?"

"It might," Potter replied casually, and then, "Enough chit-chat."

Draco barely had time enough to look up at him, and then Potter had released the Snitch. Draco cursed as Potter flattened himself against his broom and shot past him, nearly unseating Draco.

Making a broad u-turn, Draco took a moment to watch Potter as he dived into a graceful and deliberately dangerous drop. Leaning forward, Draco followed at a leisurely pace, smirking as Potter paused and looked around for him, hovering two feet off the ground.

The next instant, Draco rocketed towards him. Draco saw his eyes widen behind his glasses, and then he flew right into Potter with a yelp.

Potter grunted softly as they both toppled onto the grass, landing on the soft ground, splayed out with their limbs askew. Draco's leg lay across Potter's chest, and Potter was flat on his back. He was laughing.

"You were meant to fly at the Snitch, Malfoy," he said, sitting up and straightening his glasses. "You always were a lousy Seeker, my god."

Draco sat up, scowling. Potter with his shirt off was very distracting. He had a streak of mud on one shoulder and looked remarkably at ease being undressed in front of Draco.

"I just thought I'd take the opportunity to try and kill you," he said.

Grinning, Potter sprang to his feet and held his hand out to Draco.

"Well, don't lost hope just yet," he said.

Draco glanced at his hand and then at his face. Why on earth was he being so civil? So nice? So handsome?!

Reaching up, Draco took his hand and hauled himself up.

Except Potter yanked at him just as Draco pulled. And so he crashed into Potter again, except this time, Potter didn't fall over, and also he was a little naked against Draco's chest.

He smelled like grass. And his breath smelled of cigarettes. The Snitch fluttered idly past their heads.

Draco was lost.

*

"Malfoy, you idiot, this is not the Gryffindor tower."

Draco whirled around, embarrassed and angry that he was lost. Eight years and this bloody castle still flummoxed him sometimes.

"You told me second floor," he accused.

"Seventh," Potter said exasperatedly. "If i didn't have the Map, I wouldn't have found you. This way, wanker."

Draco wanted to kick him but Potter had taken his hand and Draco's legs stopped listening to him. They marched up and up and up and still Potter was holding his hand and pulling him along, a faded piece of parchment in his other hand. That infernal map. Potter's hand was bigger than his and very dry.

A very large woman in a pink dress peered suspiciously at Draco put of her portrait as Potter said nonsensically, "Cupid's wrath".

"So it seems," she replied, her eyebrows raised as she stared at their joined hands, and then swung forward to reveal a hole in the wall. What a clumsy, gauche way to enter a room.

There was a loud chime as the clock struck two and then Potter was tugging him through the hole, ducking into it without letting go of Draco's hand.

Draco made an odd bleating sound as he almost fell face first, catching himself on the edge of the portrait and then clambering in after Potter, his cloak tangling under his feet and sending him tripping into Potter.

"Always trying to kill me," said Potter dryly, catching Draco and steadying him. "Either finish me off or stop bothering." He was grinning. Why did he always stand so close to Draco?

Draco ignored him and looked around the warm, circular room. It was empty, thank Merlin, and very...lived-in. The armchairs looked squashy and inviting and there was a sweet, heady smell of caramelised sugar.

"Come eat some," Potter said, tugging him towards the largest fire. Two armchairs were drawn up to the flames and on a small, round table in between, there was a bag of vividly coloured marshmallows, and a whole array of Honeydukes' chocolate.

As he watched, Potter picked up a long poker and speared several marshmallows on to it.

"So. Welcome to the Gryffindor tower," he said, beaming proudly as he stuck the poker into the flames. "Have a Chocolate Frog or something."

Draco sat down, unpinned his cloak, and picked up a Frog and determinedly didn't look at Potter. He tended to stare when he did.

"It's all right, I suppose," he said, unwrapping the frog. "If you like the heat and want a high place to jump off of."

"I love the heat," said Potter and for some reason, Draco's face suddenly turned very warm.

*

He had to be hallucinating.

Draco was in a Muggle pub in Amsterdam and Potter had just walked in. Draco hadn't seen him in six years and this was where Potter chose to make a reappearance?

It didn't look like Potter. He had done a very bad job turning his hair red and pulled into a ponytail. It looked like a wig. Potter was also sporting a red beard and it looked longer on one cheek than on the other. His eyes were still green, though.

Draco stared, his whiskey halfway up to his mouth. Potter looked around the room, started towards the bar, and stopped dead when he saw Draco sitting there.

Then he came up and slid onto the stool next to Draco's. He looked straight ahead, and Draco still stared.

"Why is your hair brown, Malfoy," he said. Said. He didn't ask.

"Because your beard is lopsided, Potter," Draco replied, still ogling the ugly hair and beard and wondering why his chest felt so heavy.

Potter sighed. "I suppose you think I'm following you."

"I wouldn't dare assume you cared enough about me for that," Draco said coldly. He drained his whiskey, got to his feet and turned to leave.

Potter reached out and grabbed his wrist.

"I care," he said quietly. "I never stopped."

"I didn't know you'd started."

"You knew."

"Well, did you say you did?" Draco snapped, wrenching his hand free.

Potter blinked at him, gaze straying over Draco's cropped, brown hair.

"I'm saying now," he said.

"Why?" demanded Draco. "Why now?"

"Six years and we don't see each other in England and suddenly, you're here, in fucking Amsterdam?!"

"So?"

"So, I'm done waiting for a sign. I just got it."

"Lucky you." Draco didn't look back as he walked out.

Outside, Potter caught up with him in two beats, and suddenly he wasn't red headed anymore. He was just...Potter, as he fished out his glasses and shoved them on.

"Malfoy. Draco," he said the name as though trying to his best to pronounce a foreign word authentically. "I care," he repeated.

To his utmost horror, Draco could feel tears burning the back of his eyes. He grit his teeth, jaw twinging.

"And if you hadn't run into me just now?" he asked.

"I don't know," Potter said, looking and sounding lost. "But I know I'm grateful I did."

*

They were running out of cat food.

Draco filled up Hamlet's bowl and then padded across the kitchen to scribble on the list stuck on the fridge. Then he opened the fridge and pulled out eggs, butter, and milk. On the hob, the kettle began whistling to the tune of Warbeck's 'At Least We Have Each Other Now'.

The front door slammed and Harry walked in, drying his face on his sweaty t-shirt, his stomach and chest gleaming with sweat.

"Did you know Andrea is up the duff again?" he asked by way of greeting.

Draco, now spooning tea into the teapot, frowned in thought.

"Now that you've mentioned it," he said, unwrapping a large loaf of fresh sourdough, "she didn't drink any of my mulled wine last evening. And she looked peaky when I offered her some more of my curry."

Behind him Harry snorted and muttered, "I don't think that was pregnancy-related as much as--"

Draco turned around sharply, eyes narrowed. Harry quickly coughed and stuck his head in the fridge.

"Where are we headed today, again?" he asked, pulling out a bottle of water and chugging it.

"Mother wants us to reconsider the manor," Draco replied. "I told her we're keeping it simple and want something small."

"And?"

"As expected, she is horrified."

Harry grinned. "Do you want to be married at the manor?"

Draco shrugged and started slicing the bread. "I just want to marry you. I really don't care where."

Harry came up to him and gave him a very wet, sweaty kiss. "This after refusing to marry me for three years straight," he said.

"Only because you kept shouting it out during sex!"

Harry laughed and groped him. Draco swatted him away and made eggs on toast. They ate breakfast and drank several cups of tea sitting at the kitchen table, talking over the Prophet and playing footsie.

They were happy.

~

[on-leatheredwings]

Baby-trapping you say? 👀

baby trapping i say!!!

maybe i should say its specifically stealthing [picks nose]? he doesnt really care to 'trap' you because he literally just believes you're endgame

sneak peek bc god im tired of writing:

tw: weird ideals about fertile (cis) women, intent to stealth, implied/tangential somnophilia (???) and other yandere-typical behavior

18+ only, Damian Wayne is 21

He does want to be with you above anything, and if children were out of the question due to natural causes… sure, he would learn to get over it. His brothers are all adopted and are as legitimate heirs to his father as he. But as it stands, Damian needs an heir someday and he knows your body can provide that. 

A part of him, a part that’s been planted in him since his childhood, quietly admits that he simply wants his children to be blood. He was taught that he was the result of two genetically perfect individuals – Bruce Wayne the Batman and Talia al Ghul, Daughter of the Demon’s Head. 

So why shouldn’t his child be the genetic amalgamation of you and him? The thought of impregnating you sounds… good. Ideal. Natural, even. Call him a romantic.

Back from class, you decided to read on his living room recliner while he drew in his study. He indeed sketched, as he did everyday, but he also wanted to check if today was the day he thought it was. Damian opens the drawer of his wooden desk, papers neatly filed. He picks up a sleek black folder.

When opened, inside is a calendar for the year, with no notes or writing. The days are simply blank or highlighted in either red or green.

His eyes skirt down to the current day of the calendar, and Damian's pleased to see it is indeed among a week that's painted in green. You've ovulated, and the six days afterward are an ideal window. 

You've said in passing that your cycle is pleasantly regular and Damian's past investigations have proved this to be true. He doesn’t ask anymore. He snorts, remembering how last time you looked at him incredulously and asked if he was a Republican, since he was “all up in your womb.” 

However, you do keep menstrual products in your bag when he’s predicted it. You also spend quite some time at his place, so he does note when there’s pad wrappers in his bathroom trash bin.

Last year, the day he knew you were the one, his One, he brewed you a tea before bed. Its sedative contents ensured you wouldn't wake. So, Damian pulled off your pants, and collected a sample from you as you slept. Of course, he did so with sterile, sexless precision –  Damian wasn’t a pervert or deviant. He sniffs. He’s better than that. Even if his hands did linger.

Test results proved you were healthy and fertile. He remembers being proud. As expected, you were perfect in all things.

[dashflashy-arts]

ML x Smiling Critters Au

Students by day! Heroes by... any other time of the day. When people transform into weird creatures and terrorize the locals, it's up to Dogday and Catnap to save the day! And keep everyone alive, of course!... hopefully. Honestly, both Dennis and Theo are just trying to get through the day and attempt to maintain little normalcy that's left in their city

Could there be more to this weird phenomena than just random coincidences? Was this all planned? Will they ever find the rumored Ladybug Miraculous that is said to repair everything?

WELL Y'ALL IDK GUYS BC HONESTLY I ONLY DREW THIS FOR FUN AND AS STRESS RELIEF AND I'M FAR TOO BUSY AND TIRED TO EVEN TRY AND DRAW ANOTHER FANCOMIC JWDJDUDJFJDD

That's not to say I don't have ideas or a somewhat cohesive plot in mind for this little dumb au

Read them under the cut:

Idk if y'all even bothered to see the other post about this Au, but basically it's like a human AU where it's MOSTLY normal like. Playtime Co. didn't rly exist. Orphans were not expiramented. Maybe some grew up and became adults themselves etc. Ngl I haven't figured this part out properly, but basically a family had a hold of these miraculouses which made like, a secret orgs thst tests their abilities or something. Then stuff happens with like whistleblowing and an Agreste(tm) event. Tho to sum up my scattered thoughts on this part: they used to have all the miraculouses, but someone stole it away from them. Unfortunately for them, someone important got rly sick so they're rly desperately finding the others (LB and Cat Miraculous mostly) to cure them and yeah the current butterly user (Harley Sawyer at this point) is carrying his predecessor's wishes, but w/ an ulterior motive of course. Why is he a robot here? Mmm ngl I don't rly have any other reason for it. Just wanted to draw a robot w/ some butterfly motifs

Okay, for the story, the "toys" are just normal people, but they become their "toy" selves upon akumatization. Idk whether to base it more on the toy lore or in-game lore but I might just have to merge them both (but leaning more on toy-lore, hopefully)

There will be like, um, a mix of aging-up here, like the Smiling Critters and Nightmare Critters here are teenagers, but some characters like the human vers. of Mommy long legs is an adult. I am trying to understand the game lore but I won't be very accurate bc again, I' not rly active with it so sorry die-hard fans 🤷‍♀️

Enough of that, here are some thoughts of the main protags:

Dennis Dantes is the likable cheery athlete in school. You could say he's popular, but he doesn't rly hang out with the popular kids for too long. He'd rather spend time with the friends he made since he was young. Dennis is just honest and simple like that. He is a natural leader, but he only lets that shine through as Dogday.

Theodore Grambell is the opposite. He's a loner, troublemaker, and sleepy student that professors dislike to have in class. And yet, he is beloved by his friends, Dennis mostly! While he keeps quiet as himself, he's nearly dead silent as Catnap. He lets Dogday take the lead with saving the day, but at the end of the day, it's his cataclysm that really matters in an akuma crisis. Unlike Dennis, he knows a lot more about the miraculous stuff, thanks to some... shady figure

When the first meeting, Catnap and Dogday weren't sure of each other. It took some time and akuma-fighting for Dogday to actually understand Catnap, and for Catnap to tolerate Dogday's overbearing "as heroes, we have to blah blah blah" mindset. This is ironic, btw, because as civilians, they are both the bestest of friends. Closest. Dennis always pounces at Theo every time he sees him, then talks his ear off, and Theo wouldn't mind, and would just be happy to be with him

Story starts with Dennis getting his miraculous via finding it in his locker. Theo got his few weeks prior (thanks to shady figure). Since this is an alt universe, events went differently, so kwamis like Barkk behave a little differently from canon. Barkk here is a lot more strict with rules and has to asert common sense to Dennis when he gets too carried away by his heart. That said, Dennis and Barkk are good with each other. As for Plagg, he and Theo are awkward AF. I imagine that Theo's not much of a conversationalist in general, so you can guess who does most of the talking. Plagg's also desperately trying to convince Theo that MAYBE idk that the shady guy is??? Not to be trusted?? It falls on deaf ears, unfortunately

There ARE guardians of the miraculouses here lol they just don't have the Ladybug miraculous bc the former user crashed out and dipped. They are searching for it and later on, after Dennis meets them, he helps them search for it

Do their friends get a miraculous? Do the nightmare critters get a miraculous too (then cause mayhem?) Maybe, maybe not. Heehehehehee ( =＾ω＾)

OH also this AU is set in 2005 bc um to match the game setting idk [insert South Arcade - 2005]

[ray-winters]

we just wanna hear any hcs you have for our boy misch

Alright, y’all asked for it, buckle up:

Mischa makes most of his money from an apprenticeship he has at the only tattoo parlor in Uranium City. He gets paid a bit, and on top of that he gets free tattoos (which is where he got all of his from). Plus it keeps him out of the house and also pisses his very traditionally valued adoptive parents off. Win win.

My Mischa only has tattoos on his right arm bc I am left handed so HE is left handed- he does his own tattoos mostly. He was going to start a sleeve on his left arm after he got home from the fall fair.

Speaking of his tattoos; the first tattoo he gave himself was one that says “Bad Egg” w/devil horns and a devil tail. “Bad Egg” was something his adoptive dad would frequently call him, so it was his way of reclaiming the name for himself, and pissing off his adoptive parents bc they were viciously anti-tattoo

He has another tattoo of a crescent moon with a “ - T” next to it bc he asked Talia to draw him something to put on his body. She drew the moon because of the time difference between Kyiv & Uranium, any time she sees the moon she knows she’s going to hear from Mischa soon. So she began to associate Mischa with the moon.

My personal fav tattoo I gave Mischa is that stereotypical “S” where you draw 6 lines and connect them. This is brand fucking new to Mischa, he had never seen it before, and he thought it was dope af, so he tattooed it on himself immediately.

He has a tattoo of a pot leaf, but it’s not very good so everyone always thinks it’s a Canadian maple leaf. Which drives him up the wall.

Mischa has taken in a small black cat that would hang around the tattoo parlor and would occasionally follow him home. It lives with him in the basement, it comes and goes, and it is a well kept hidden secret.

Mischa hangs at Noel’s house…a lot. Noel’s mom lets him stay the night often bc she knows about his home life and thinks it’s disgraceful, so she takes care of him.

Mischa was class clown and relatively popular at his high school in Ukraine- which is the polar opposite of how he’s received at St. Cassian’s. People either are afraid of him, or they try to make fun of him, so either way he has found himself alone most of the time.

He’d never admit it, but Mischa does actually enjoy hanging with the kids in the choir. He gets to hang with his bestie, Noel. He admires Constance’s patience and kindness, he thinks she’s probably the best person in Uranium. While he and Ocean get on each other’s nerves, there’s a small part of him that secretly looks forward to their fights. But only a little bit. He doesn’t notice Ricky is there until after the accident, and then spends a large chunk of his time trying to rectify that by getting to know/encourage Ricky.

He and Noel became friends bc some of the boys who were trying to bully Mischa were also bullying Noel. When Mischa was about to start defending Noel, Noel ended up proving he can defend himself with his quick wit rather than fists. This is a trait that Mischa admires a lot, so they pretty much joined forces that day and they’ve been the dynamic duo of Uranium City ever since.

Mischa has pretty severe abandonment issues and it prone to panic attacks because of it. He’s more of a “suffer in silence” kind of guy, so it takes someone with patience and kindness like Constance to give him some tips on how to calm himself down. I.E. remembering a calming situation like “climbing back into your bed in the morning and feeling the heat left over from your body.”

Mischa had been kicked out of a few schools in Uranium, and his adoptive figures (they’re not really parents, barely guardians) gave him one last chance at St. Cassian’s. When he was caught stealing the communion wine, Father Marcus told him he HAD to join the choir and that he HAD to at the very least sing at the competition. Which is why he doesn’t do any choreo during the opening number.

Addendum- he does ONE move during the opening number. The finger wag on “oh no no” because Noel came up with that move, and after Ocean tried to cut it, Mischa said it was the only move he’d do even if it was cut. So he forced her to keep the move in via malicious compliance.

Over the course of the musical, there isn’t really a moment where he thinks he’s gonna win. His life wasn’t fair, why should his death be any different.

He thinks Jane is THE coolest and THE most metal thing he’s ever seen. After she finishes her number, his heart is effectively broken for her.

When Constance punches Ocean, Mischa doesn’t have the “FUCK YEAH” reaction that you’d expect. It’s actually met with some sadness. He’s always encouraging Constance to stick up for herself, and to not take Ocean’s shit. But, he respects that she has patience and kindness. When Constance punches Ocean, he almost sees it as a failure on his part.

The reason in my head why Mischa and Ocean feud so much is because they remind each other of one another’s parents. Ocean is the poster child of excellence in Uranium, Mischa’s adoptive parents have said more than once that they wish he could “be like that Ocean girl” - on the contrary, Ocean has caught Mischa smoking weed before. His incredibly radically liberal world view reminds her of her hippy parents. They get that anger out at them on each other. But at the end of the show, they both have a deeper respect for one another. Ocean for Mischa because she sees the real him, who is gentle & compassionate. Mischa for Ocean because she does the most selfless thing she could possibly do, which he respects infinitely.

I’m sure I have more but these are the HC’s that immediately came to mind. This is what makes Majestic Rep’s Mischa, Mischa.

[sixosix]

STOOPPP I LOVE THE CREATIVITY OF YOUR EVENT

ALSO. TURNING EIGHTEEN?? HAPPY BIRTHDAY IN ADVANCE 🎊🥳🎉🎈 AND CONGRATS ON 5K REEEEEEE YOU DESERVE EVERY LAST BIT OF SUPPORT !!!!

Can I request something with heizou with glasses as the object? Fluff, please, and I can't wait to see what you'll come up with for this event!!!!!!

wc 500, modern high school au; thank you so much!! :D YOU ARE SO SWEET!! i hope u enjoy this bc i recognize u as one of my loyal readers i gotta not disappoint!

5K EVENT SPECIAL | EVENT MASTERLIST

“How about you, bro? Do you have a crush on anyone in this room?”

Itto was looking at Heizou with wide eyes, expectant. You had no idea how free-time led straight to this conversation, but everyone was sharing their crushes in the other class or a whole school away. Most of the class was huddled together in a circle, watching the exchange with equal faces of amusement and anticipation. You sat on the same side but made yourself comfortable in a corner, swaddled in a brown cloud-patterned hoodie.

Heizou hummed thoughtfully, drawing it out as everyone else held their breath while you held in a laugh. “A crush? Why do you want to know?”

“Come on, dude, we all wanna know what Shikanoin Heizou’s type is! Right? Don’t we?” Itto grinned at the affirmative murmurs that erupted all around. Perhaps it was because, to them, Heizou was the most mysterious one of all—he knows everything about anyone, but it wasn’t the same when it came to him.

Heizou just laughed. Itto pouted, then whipped his head around to direct his attention to you.

Flinching under his fiery gaze, you demanded, “W-What?”

“You’re best bros with him, aren’t you? You gotta know what his type is! He never talks about the girls in our school!”

Well. It would be for the best if he didn’t. You shook your head and matched Heizou’s amused grin. “I don’t know, either, honestly. He’s probably too busy burying his face in mystery novels to care about all that.”

Itto visibly sagged. “Lame. You two are so lame! Well— what about you? Do you have a type?”

“Of course I do.” The class perked up, interested. They began piping up with a list of names and features—tall, serious, light-haired. Heizou was slowly getting more agitated by each feature that described his complete opposite. “I like smart guys.”

Itto nodded. “I guess you wouldn’t be able to resist me.”

You chuckled. “You got me right there.”

Heizou’s chair scraped the floor, followed by his light footsteps. You watched, heart racing, as he made his way towards you before pinning his arms on your desk.

“You never told me that,” Heizou said. “Have I told you my type?”

You grinned. “Do you even have one?”

Heizou drew closer. Your vision blurred, and you went cross-eyed trying to follow him. Lumine, who was sitting peacefully beside you, inched away.

“When they wear glasses—just like this one,” Heizou whispered, your lenses fogging a little from his breath.

Your face burned.

“Wait, what? What did he say? Did anyone catch that?” Itto huffed when no one did, in fact, hear that—which was for the best. They didn’t have to know how deep Heizou’s voice got as he stared right into your eyes.

“Well,” Heizou leaned back and smiled innocently at the class and a despaired Itto, “this was an enlightening conversation, but I realized I don’t actually know my best bud that well. You understand, right, Itto?”

Itto nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah—yes! I know, man, I get it. Real buds have serious conversations—I understand. You’re welcome for rekindling your friendship.”

“Thanks, man,” Heizou said distractedly, taking your hand and leading you out of the classroom.

“They’re such best buds,” Itto said, starting to cry.

[rococo-sonata]

Kunikida HEADCANONS☆📗

they're sitting in my notes for so long i can't take it anymore

it's mostly silly stuff (*^ー^)ノ♪

- Kunikida doesn't really need glasses (given the amount of time he breaks them and does just fine, when i don't have my glasses i'm walking into walls) they're mainly for rest but he keeps them all the time bcs it makes him look cool

- you know that scene where he's showed as a teacher. it's atsushi imagining him. my hcs is he wasn't actually a highschool teacher but an elementary school part time teacher (or some kind of trainee which explain why he was already teaching at 19-20yo) and he came to give math and science classes. Because there is so many time where we see him being so sweet with kids (aya, that poor girl with the bombs, also in beast that boy he hugs after akutagawa scared him💔). He would be so nice even if he would be strict and would 100% make his students do magic coloring with multiplication and all.

- the fandom often pictures him as some goody two shoes or whatever. he really is not☠️ They mostly think that because he values discipline and excellence, which is only bcs their part of his ideals. He literally hates autority and he'll only follows the rules that goes along with his ideals. You know what that is. Anarchism!!!!

- everyday he waters the agency's plants being unaware they're all fake

- super strict with grammar in texts. he'll send shit like "Dear Atsushi, Can you please take out the trash? Love, Kunikida Doppo."

- during the episode that mention his ideal partner, when atsushi reads the list he seems super weirded out and embarassed, and he mentions a "drawing" Kunikida made, while Kunikida doesn't seem ashamed of it at all. so in my head he probably drew some stick figure with absurdly big boobs or smth. (i know the anime ruined Dazai Entrance Exam but i still like this idea it's funny.)

- sleeps with his notebook under his pillow and freaks out when he find it on the ground in the morning.

- reposts ai videos asking "did that really happen...?😰😮"

- he is autistic and his notebook is basically a list of his ocd

- he was bullied by ranpo when he was still a newbie (it's mentionned in Kunikida and katai magnificient day)

- having kids was on his ideal list. he crossed it after rokuzo

- kenji gives him drawings sometimes and he frames them all and keep them on his desk

- he can't tie a tie for shit that's why he sticks with his ribbon

i have some more about him and others characters maybe i'll post them later ^_^

[olderthannetfic]

Random thought about Steven Universe, bc of how dirty it was done by not just Cartoon network but also fandom.

One of the things I hated about the fandom was how people were so set on the "race coding" that they couldn't even just take the characters as their own entities within their own realm and system. That doesn't mean you can't celebrate the characters, or draw paralells, but the fandom went way the fuck beyond that.

One incident I remember explicitly was when Pearls were first revealed as a servant "slave" class, and instead of viewing it as interesting or whatever world building... guess what people did.

They got angry and ranted about why the "white" gem would be a slave and how it was racist because Garnet the "black" gem was Black-coded, so obviously it was racist because reason... I guess. The fact that the color of a gem is superficial didn't matter.

The fact that Gems have no canonical race, or that, while they may have obvious features, that has no impact on their role in the lore was completely ignored. Or the fact that gems are made for specific work, and that "slave" was a bit of a reach.

Also the fact that, after years of saying that Garnet is black bc her VA is black. Suddenly it didn't matter that Pearl's VA is an Asian-American woman. Then again, Amethyst was also voiced by an Asian-American, but got coded Latina because... well, honestly it was basically just a bunch of stereotypes, especially negative ones: Loud. Glutton. "Obnoxious". Rude. Mean.

Another one was how people cried racism that one of the Diamond characters didn't turn out looking more "Indian" and just ended up as a "basic white" character. Once again, that character, Blue diamond, is a fucking humanoid gemstone, blue everything. Most of the gems didn't have any kind of explicitly cultural clothing. Esp when compared to the human characters, like the Indian main-side character, who apparently was also Hindu... whom people then promptly drew as Muslim in a hijab, which is a whole other can of offensive and really really bad decision worms. Guys if you have an Indian character in a show, especially a Hindu, drawing them as a Muslim is not a good move.

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There are "What if white people were the real oppressed class?!" bad decision pieces of art, but this doesn't seem like one of them.

[aperturesdaughter]

Headcanons: The LADS guys as Dad’s at their daughters Parent Teacher Conferences. (Coming from someone who is a teacher and is well versed in the types of parents at these conferences)

Sylus:

- The poor teacher is petrified of him but he’s honestly just chilling. Genuinely wanted to write this bc I can just imagine his 6’5” self sitting in the middle of a first grade classroom.

- He actually asks a ton of questions. About the curriculum, how his daughter’s doing, which classmates she’s close to, even though he doesn’t need to because the teacher has definitely seen Mephisto outside with all of them at recess just watching. He’s instinctually trying to make sure the teacher has her “story straight”

- I hate to say it but Sylus would 100% be the “My daughter?…that doesn’t sound like her.” If she got into trouble ever even though it always sounds like something she’d do. Either that or he’s relatively unphased and needs to be reminded by MC how terrifying his daughter can be.

- His daughter would be the type to be a subtley terrifying child. A very normal, nice little girl who knows A LOT about different calibers of guns and a fascination with crows. Her art would be…interesting.

- “She drew a picture of a crow carrying away one of her classmates. She said he needed to be punished.” *Sylus turns to his daughter* “ is that that Brody kid? Is that why you asked to bring Mephisto with you to school?” *she nods* “Sweetheart, we’ve talked about using Mephisto to enact revenge. Only daddy gets to do that.”

Xavier: (his is short idk how to write for him)

- Loves PTC time because he loves to be let into that part of his daughter’s world. He also likes to double check that the name card next to his daughter’s desk does not belong to Charlie’s kid. (Charlie’s son is in Xavier’s daughters class bc I said so)

- Would be the kind of parent to just kinda nod along to the meeting. He’s responsive and attentive but doesn’t really have many questions. Pretty quiet meeting.

- Does NOT know how to talk to teachers lol. MC would 100% do most of the talking unless he had an opportunity to gloat about his daughter. He’s proud of everything she does.

Rafayel

- HATES Parent Teacher Conferences but he goes only because he loves to look at his daughter’s art on the wall that she’s done over the school year.

- She’d be the kind of kid who’s SO excited and proud to show him her desk and her cubby and her folder (which she’s drawn all over) so he goes every time because she gets so excited about it.

-His kid would be the daydreamer type. She wouldn’t get in trouble but she’d definitely be a bit whiny and pouty. Definitely the “I don’t wannaaaaa” kid.

- “You can be upset that we have to do math right now but you still have to do it.” Is 100% something a teacher would have to say to Rafayels daughter.

-He’d be SUCH a defensive parent initially. He doesn’t like humans and he takes any sort of concern from the teacher as an insult. INITIALLY. He’d notice though how much his daughter LOVED her teacher and he eventually realize that the teacher still adores his daughter but just cannot have her drawing on other kids arms.

-“humans insist on stifling creativity.” He’d still mutter

-He’d turn into a bit of a helicopter parent, emailing the teacher to make sure his daughter was using her listening ears today.

Zayne

-The PERFECT PTC parent for real. Zayne would include his child in the meeting every time, including them in the conversation instead of letting them wander around the room.

-The teacher would ask a question and Zayne would sometimes look at his daughter as if to see what input she has first.

-Zayne knows EVERYTHING about how his child is doing. He may be busy at work but he’s practicing those weekly spelling words with his daughter at least a few times a week.

-He likes to be aware of what is coming up in the year so he’s a constant emailing kinda parent. His daughter’s teacher would get 2am emails from him while he’s at work bc he had a question about an upcoming book report.

-His child is very self sufficient but really struggles to ask for help. If she doesn’t know something, she feels like it’s the end of the world.

Caleb

- Caleb LOVES parent teacher conferences. He’d be a very involved and animated dad so he’s walking around the room with his daughter on his shoulders as she shows him around her classroom.

-He insists she run and play while he talks with her teacher. He’d definitely be a helicopter dad- mainly out of instinct from caring for MC all those years. He’s always concerned about his daughter meeting benchmark scores and wanting to know if she’s participating in class

- He’d constantly ask what they could be doing at home to make sure she’s not falling behind.

-Caleb’s daughter would be SO smart but definitely a little over-zealous and disruptive.

[theswedishcatlord101]

Ruined hunt

Story summary: Miss Ace sees a student failed and goes to kill them but the student gets saved by Mister Alex.

word count: 837

warnings: attempted child murder, blood, might be badly written idk, may have spelling mistakes bc i have ✨dyslexia✨ and mentions of death.

characters and their owners at bottom.

Miss Ace was at her desk slowly tapping her long sharp black claws on it.

She stared at the wall next to her where the barely working clock ticks, tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock… It taunted, she narrowed her eye as she looked at it… her eye shoots to the other wall trying to ignore the ticking… she spots the marks she left… her regular bursts of anger left the art room pretty messed up, but the ticking won’t stop… tick tock tick tock tick tock tick- BANG Miss Ace looked at the now broken clock with a pair of scissors stabbed into the middle. She went quiet staring at the broken glass on the floor she stood up her heals clicking against the floor.

“…” she picks up the glass then walked towards the garage bin. She crushed the glass more her blood dripping from the cuts. She walked towards her desk and grabs a bandage slowly wrapping it around her hand.

She sat down staring at the door before pulling out her students test results. Most art as good, the test was to draw a realistic self portrait but she went quiet when she saw one students drawing… Victoria… she drew a stick man who had her hair… Miss Ace growled to herself, how could Victoria think she would be able to graduate if she doesn’t put effort in her work?!

Does she even take this class seriously?!! She puts the paper down grabbing her large pen and putting it on.

The library was quiet and calm, Victoria sat in a chair reading a book before getting hit by a paper ball, she turned to the direction it came from where the bullies, Chip, Zelie, and Oliver, she turned back ignoring them.

“Stop it you three! This is a library!” She looked up at the person who said that to the bullies. “Sorry about them… I’m Aspen. What’s your name?” Aspen asked, the dark haired boy had four eyes with a sticky note right in the middle of his forehead, he put his long hair in a ponytail, his tail was white with black spots like his right horn, his left horn was completely white, he looked very odd but he seemed kind.

“Victoria.” She responded. “Wanna hang out at the gas station after school?” He asked.

“Sure.” Aspen left waving at her. ‘Nice kid…’ she thought.

She felt someone push her out of her sit, she got up and left not wanting to deal with this anymore. While walking in the halls she felt uneasy… like something was watching… she turned around only to see some paper…

she notices a pice of paper on the ground and picks it up, it was her art test… she hears a low growl before she can turn to it Miss Ace leaps at her.

Victoria closed her eyes awaiting the impact but all she hears is loud growls… as she opens her eyes the face of the murderess beast glares back trying to get to her… the only thing stopping her being Mister Alex.

The music teacher pushes the demon down, he shots a look at Vic his eyes filled with rage and concern…

“RUN!” He demanded, she had a million questions in her head but she couldn’t focus on any of them right now.

She ran the annoyed growls of Miss Ace echoing through the halls… she spotted an exit door, she reached out to it but as she was about to open it a hand grabbed her and pulled into a dark hallway.

“Let me go! I need to leave this hell hole!-” She yelled, fighting against whoever was holding her back.

“Woah woah calm down- School hasn’t ended yet!” She looked up to see Aspen. “Why are you in such a rush?”

“Miss Ace is trying to kill me!! Over a drawing!!!” Aspen’s eyes soften.

“Oh… Miss Ace can get quite anger and hurtful at times but all you have to do is avoid her.” He explains as he pulls her from the halls. “I’ll take you to next class.”

She nodded a little stiff after the incident. She looked over at the hall to see the nurse healing up Mister Alex… good. This day could have gone way worse…

Miss Ace let out an annoyed hiss before walking back to the art room, she went to her desk and sat down.

“She should have focused… she can draw good… but she doesn’t want to!” She growled. Her tail gives an annoyed flick.

“No, I’m not excusing myself. I’m teaching her a lesson.” She stared at the wall her anger growing…

“Stop… I said stop! STOP!!!” She pounced scratching the wall.

“…“ she stops moving to the door, she locks it and goes back to her desk. She grabs her phone.

“Fern, honey…? I think I forgot my meds can you bring them to me…? Thanks…”

she turns her phone off and stared at the door… tick tock tick tock tick…

Thanks for reading!! If u want me to make more fics u want suggest some!! This was originally a Acern fic but I chose to change it lol :3 here are the characters and their owners!

Miss Ace, Aspen, Zelie, and Mister Alex by me.

Miss Fern by @ziggyisonzaza

Victoria by @astoriaateurskittles

Miss Misty(the nurse) by @thehomehorse

Edit: I fixed this a bit to make it easier to read.

[before-the-black-pearl]

Since around this time will be 19 years since the YJS series first started (fuck I’m geriatric), I wanna share a little bit more about that YJS fanfic I wrote for a school project in fourth grade.

Storytime! So basically my school did a “Young Authors Fair” every year where we wrote and illustrated our own books and they’d get published in hard bound covers and put on a showcase for the whole school to see. In my class, the theme of our books was freestyle so we got to write whatever we wanted. See I was too young to be a part of fandom culture (which was very lonely 😪) and I was barely even online at all so I had no clue what fan fiction was. What ran through my head was that I wanted to write my own volume of the YJS series. So that resulted in me accidentally writing my very first ever fanfic, and drawing possibly my first fan art of YJS, and it got showcased in the Young Authors Fair for my family and all my classmates to read 💀💀

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I’ve posted a small part of the cover art a few times, and that is still all I’m gonna show bc it’s so bad. Jack here is probably the only somewhat good thing about it lmao.

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I think this one is safe to share. So I drew the whole crew here (including Tim who’s just peaking out from the bottom lol).

Random hyperfixation fact: I mixed Jean and Tumen up for a while, which I know I am NOT the only one who had that misunderstanding, so that’s why Constance is with Tumen and not Jean. Also when I first got into the books, my brain misread Fitzy’s name as “FRitzwilliam” for the longest time and I spelled his name like that through this whole book 😫

Also for context, the Young Authors Fair was either between the releases of Silver and City of Gold or right after City of Gold was released. Parts of my drawings suggest this was before City of Gold came out and some of my drawings suggest this was after it came out, so I may never know!

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I’m gonna say fuck it and share this one too. First thought would wtf is going on here. So that’s actually Jack and “Fritzwilliam” at the helm of the Barnacle. Hope that helps!

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No, I am never sharing the rest of the art and nor am I ever sharing the fanfic. I haven’t even fully read the whole story since I wrote it 🫠

I’m embarrassed by the fact pple even read it in my school

Bonus art! This one’s more recent but still old as I drew this like 9 years ago. I’m 90% sure this art style was heavily influenced by the manga adaptation.

[choccy-milky]

1. your fic is absolutely amazing. Have been bingeing it and I’m literally obsessed. The way you write just itches my brain in such a good way, literally cannot contain my love and appreciation for your work👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 cheers to you!!! Can’t wait to keep reading

2. As I was reading I found out you also deadass drawing the art to go w/ the fic?? Literally you’re living my dream 😭 plus your art is so so so well done!!!!! It’s added so much joy to my reading experience

Cannot wait to see what else you have in store!!’ Hope you have an amazing, AMAZING day, week, year, etc.!!!! 💞🙌🏻🫶🏻

OMG IM GONNA CRY 😭😭 BAHAHA U SENT THIS AT SUCH A CRAZY MOMENT cuz i just checked my ao3 comments and was down about a rude comment i got, and then i come to tumblr and like, a few mins later/literally AS i was venting about it, u send this BAHAHA your choccy senses were tingling. IM SO GLAD U LIKE IT THO AND THAT YOURE ENJOYING IT (and my drawings, even if youve defs seen spoilers by now BAHHA) hope u have a good day too, u defs brightened mine!! THANK UUUU💖💖💖

@kaviary-blog this looks so funny bc i censored u just to keep it (mostly) spoiler free BUT AW THANK U DAMN IM HONOURED THAT MY FANFIC WAS THE ONE TO MAKE YOU CRY?? IM SO HAPPY HOW INVESTED YOU ARE 😭😭💖💖 im also super happy with that chap and its so satisfying like you said to finally be able to tie of all those threads so IM GLAD IT WAS WORTH IT💖

@lovesicklovermia ONE DAY???? OMG. FIRST TWO DAYS NOW ONE?? ITS JUST GETTING SHORTER AND SHORTER. next thing i know someones gonna be like yeah so i took some highly experimental drug that lets me read at 1000% the pace of a normal person, and i finished ur fic in 2 hours 😍omg loved it!!!😍😍 BAHAHAHA but omg i totally see what u mean, they do HAHA. AND THANK U💖💖 IM GLAD UR LIKING IT💖

YEAH so in my fic fifth years are 16, and by the time things get....explicit....clora and seb are 17. im not against consuming media with teenagers depicted in sexual situations like euphoria or riverdale or w.e else bc i get that its fiction and these are just real things that happen so its fine to write about them, but their canonical ages of 15 was still too young for me and i wanted them to be 17 before it got the E rating (which is why clora and sebs birthdays end up being so close, bc i was RUSHING for them to turn 17 BAHAHHAA)

BAHAHA clora and seb secretly being together is like the most poorly kept secret in my fic, like im sure her parents technically KNOW, but due to old fashioned traditions and whatnot (and it being 1891) seb wants to be able to propose properly and with a proper ring, bc clive is intimidating and he doesnt wanna just be like "yeah so im dating your daughter and weve already fucked and i plan to marry her" LOOL he wants to do things properly and be with her with her dads permission(even tho its a bit late for that HAHA) BUT WE CAN JUST PRETEND. tldr its basically just out of some sense of chivalry on sebs side, a fear of her dad, and wanting to do things right LOL

ALSO WAIT OMG STOPPPPP I WAS LITERALLY JUST ABOUT TO POST THIS BUTI HAVE TO INCLUDE THIS NOW

YOU SAW MY POST AND IMMEDIATELY DREW THIS AS A RESPONSE WHILE IN CLASS?? BAHAHAHA IM ACTUALLY SO TOUCHED RN IM TEARING UP WTF THATS SO SWEET OF YOU WTFFFFFFFFF THANK YOU SO MUCH😭😭😭💖💖 (NOW PAY ATTENTION IN CLASS!!🤬🤬)

[onetiny-inkdropuniverse]

BINARY STARS CH. 79 & 80 ARE FINALLY HERE after some delay bc I was on vacation... Anyway I thought I'd include my little Nico mental spiral from ch. 79 because I am very proud of it. Enjoy. (and by enjoy, I mean cry)

Nico just watched him, feeling terribly sad. He lazily drew myths and legends in constellations on the freckles that came down the back of Will’s neck and disappeared into his t-shirt, and all the while, Nico wondered what they would have been like had they really been normal teenagers.

How long would they have been friends before dating? Far longer, he thought. That’s how it would work if he only ever saw Will for brief minutes in between classes or at lunch, instead of all time and everywhere, three meals a day. They’d tell each other the story of their lives bit by bit, piece by piece, over months and months and months instead of all at once in a bout of trauma-driven spiraling. 

He imagined that. Getting to know Will over the course of years. Becoming closer and closer, thread by thread, their lives weaving together in a way that was natural and easy and oh-so- perfect .

What would they be like, in a distant utopia where being gay was just as normal as anything else? Would their first kiss be at a park by some beautiful sunset? Would they take each other to school dances?

What would it be like, if they had normal families and normal parents? 

Where would they go on dates? Would they really go paintball fighting, like in the first ever rom-com he had watched? Would they go to restaurants, bookstores, ice skating rinks? 

What would Will Solace be like, if he never had plague powers, if he never lost so many siblings to war? Would he be shy and scatterbrained and would he have a quicker temper? Would he jump around like a ginger cat? Messy, silly, awkward, even?

What would Nico be like?

Not like this, he knew. Because Nico remembered the way he used to be. Back before he knew the sting of being seen as immature, stupid, creepy, ugly, scary. Weak. Terrifying. Aggressive. Standoffish.

Things he was not. Because Nico still remembered the way he used to be-- all he could recall was how much hope he always had. The wide eyes that thought the world was so awesome and everything about it was so cool and wanted to make friends with everyone and loved everything, everything, everything. 

There was not a single thing that Nico did not love. Earthworms, seagulls, the dentist that Alecto took them to so they could enroll in school. Card games, darts, ping ball, Pong, Indy 500, Pac-Man, Space Invaders, Donkey Kong, everything he played in that casino for seventy years. Other things that most people didn’t like: pickles, puddles, mosquitos, mud, rain. He loved everything. He loved everyone. He tried to talk to homeless people on street corners as Bianca dragged him away. Bianca was always dragging him away from things-- dangerous things, probably. Open flames, poison ivy. He probably tired her out quite a bit, frustrated her. It was probably why she got so sick of him and joined the Hunters.

Chronologically, that wasn’t Nico’s first heartbreak. But in the order of what changed him, it was.

Because when Bianca left, and he was at Camp Half-Blood by himself, all he could think about was: Am I annoying? Why don’t people like me? (And of course, when is my sister coming back? ) At least the Stolls liked him. They were nice. They showed him how to play a few board-games. But he began to really notice the way everyone rolled their eyes and ignored him when he asked question after question about the gods, the myths, everything. He was so excited! He wanted to know!

Everyone else was so jaded. And so he became a little jaded, too.

And then there was the second heartbreak. When Percy, the person who he had so admired, stabbed him in the gut with the news of Bianca’s death. And Nico wanted to hate him so, so much . But he couldn’t hate. He didn’t know how to.

He only liked Percy more and more and more, even as it became evident Percy liked him less and less and less. He remembered the look in Percy’s eyes when they saw each other for the first time again after Bianca’s death. The way he looked creeped out, uncomfortable. Like near Nico was the last place he wanted to be. And Nico still couldn’t hate him, no matter how hard he tried. He learned to hate games and flowers and sunny days and music and art and singing and all the things he used to love, one by one, but he could not figure out how to hate Percy Jackson.

The third heartbreak was finding out about how his mother died, and how he lost his memory. Reliving it. Hearing that Bianca didn’t want him to find her. Trying again and again, because he just couldn’t stop loving his sister. Couldn’t stop being the same person, even as he changed his clothes and learned to fight and mastered his angry glare.

And the fourth heartbreak was Percy Jackson dating Annabeth Chase, a thing he saw coming since day one, a thing he always knew was going to happen. It wasn’t even so much that he liked Percy anymore. It was more just a slap in the face. You’re too weird , the Fates decided. Too creepy. Too abnormal. Too gay.

And then the fifth. The fifth was Tartarus, was the jar. The place where he was meant to have all the love and the caring beat out of him, the place that should have hardened his heart forever. But it didn’t. It was the only thing that kept him sane-- thinking of Hazel. Thinking of seeing her again and hugging her and telling her that the way her mother treated her, the way the world treated her was not her fault. That she was loved. If not by anyone else, at the very least, by him.

Yes, it would have hurt less if he had just died in Tartarus. But loving people always had a way of hurting Nico. And this was just another time it did.

And even now, he couldn’t stop. In seconds, minutes, two and a half months he had found himself in love with Will Solace. And now he feared more than anything that this love would hurt him, too.

And the worst part of it? Nico knew. Nico knew that the Fates could break his heart over and over and over again, tear Will away from him in a million ways, and his heart would never harden. He’d keep on bleeding even after he died. If the fatal flaw of a child of Hades was holding grudges, it seemed love was the one grudge he’d never drop. He’d carry his stupid, bleeding heart past Tartarus, even after his mind splintered and body decayed into dust. Even if his very essence was sapped from existence like Bryce Lawrence. Even when there was not a shard of him left to love, he’d do it. And it would hurt him forever.

Only forever.

Nico looked down at Will’s sleeping face.

That’s how long he would bleed. Only forever.

What would he have been like, if he was mortal? Better yet, if he was mortal in a world where his love, every part of it, was accepted? If he could take his bleeding heart and wear it on his sleeve?

How many years, decades, lifetimes would he devote to his mother, his sisters, to Will Solace, if he had all the time in the world?

Just how beautiful could life be, if he was allowed to show how much he adored it? If didn’t have to wait for the heartbreak, for the slap in the face, for the bitter resolution?

Nico cried silently as Will slept. His face didn’t contort. He didn’t tremble, didn’t shake. He bore it all, and the only thing that gave away his haunting thoughts were the tears sliding down his face.

He wished and wondered and hoped for this to finally be the time, the person, he was allowed to love. 

But everything said otherwise. He knew.

It’s going to be okay , Nico told himself over and over again. But he knew the series of impossibilities it took. They had to get out of this quest alive, which was already a tall task. And then what? Hide his relationship with Will for more than two years, until they could go to college or live somewhere accepting? Or risk it and come out to Camp? Or convince Will to come stay at the Waystation, and not be at Camp when he’s needed most? Would Will ever get tired of it, tired of him? Or not him, but simply the extra effort it took to exist in a gay relationship, when he could very well date a girl instead?

How would they even end up going to the same college? That was stupidly unlikely. What was the point in all of this, right now, if they just split up one day, anyway? What was the point in having his heart beaten up, thrown around, by god after god? How long could he believe in the stupid little daydream of he and Will one day being like Jo and Emmie, when Jo and Emmie themselves had gotten extremely lucky and still likely suffered so much?

Why make me like this ? Nico thought, looking up at the ceiling. What kind of cruel joke is that?

Distantly, he thought he could make out the Fates, laughing.

Fuck you .

He squeezed Will a little bit harder as the morning sun started to peek through the blinds.

He hadn’t slept all night.

[eclectic-sassycoweyes]

Heyho Mar! Nice ask week so I'll nicely ask you:

What is a favourite "gulity-pleasure" song? And what is one of your favourite movies that came out before 2000? Have a nice day/night :D

Hi Robin!!:D Thank you for this ask! You will get one back when my brain is hopefully less mush by the end of the week. I'm so glad you joined the fandom and the server I like having you around so much!!!💚

Hmmm that is good question! I think 'guilty pleasure' is such an interesting expression bc why should we feel guilty about something we enjoy? Anyway I think for me, the songs that are guilty pleasures are that because they are very emotional in this 'over the top'/epic or like, in a way that is considered 'easy to consume' way. I think this is because no matter how much I rationally think differently, my instinct is to not show people that I have human emotion HAHA. Also because society likes to tell us that 'easily consumable' pop culture made simply for pleasure and 'the feels' is somehow not cool or quality taste. I'm trying to undo both! Songs such as 'One', 'I surrender', 'Unbreak My Heart', 'Life For Rent', 'Jolene', 'Don't Think Twice, It's Alright', a lot of the ballads by Roxette like 'Listen To Your Heart', are all on that list for me, like I would be embarrassed playing them in front of others but as I said I'm working on them not being guilty pleasures!! So thank you for aiding me in my process😅

Ohh as for movies that's a fun specific question too, it made me think of some of the movies that I was introduced to by my parents growing up that I still like (once again you get a whole list sorry):

Life Is Beautiful, Legends of the Fall, (like TK, I also maybe have had a bit of a thing for Brad Pitt..), A Few Good Men, Scent of a Woman, G.I. Jane, The General's Daughter (I am a pacifist but for some reason 3 military movies snuck in here? I promise they're at least kind of critical and I guess what drew me was strong women in a male dominated field..) American Beauty (I feel ambigous about watching this because of K**** S***** but it's such a good movie, same with The Usual Suspects), Erin Brockovitch is from 2000 but please let me have it (They're called boobs Ed!), Pulp Fiction.

Lion King and The Fox and the Hound were some of my favorite disnwy movies growing up ! I think Fox and the Hound would still make me cry.

And also a special shouout to on my favorite show which is from 1978. This gif contains my favorite character although I love them all, Maude, played by Malene Schwartz, the blonde one to the right:

She plays an anxious childish woman trapped by her role as a housewife to the head of the town bank who grows through challenges to be more independent and also to take responsibility and stand up for others and what's right. Some favorite quotes: 'I'm going to bed' (in the middle of the day because of some minor inconvenience), 'I can drive' (when the town's only jewish guy needs to be smuggled to Sweden at the beginning of WW2 and they desperately need someone to drive the car, and 'Much could probably be different. If we dare'. She makes the funniest most scandalized expressions😂

To sum up, I think a lot of good cinema came out before 2000 and I was generally raised by parents who had a love for movies and introduced me to a lot of 'classics'. Looking at them today, I still think they're damn good cinema although, while a lot of them discuss class and gender and is critical and about standing up against The Man (very on par for my socialist parents) I feel that I could have been introduced to more diverse representation and that is definitely what I'm drawn to watching newer movies and shows which is what I mostly watch now ehen I have time. Although this made me think that maybe I should look into actively expanding my older movies reperoire!

I also wish I had been introduced more to the classic musicals and such I feel so behind on catching up to queer culture sometimes. I just really learned what ‘Wicked’ was for the first time when I visited @heartstringsduet in Berlin and we went to see it😅💗

[yukinabushido]

I drew in my friend's hand while we were in class! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

Also that friend of mine asked me to draw White Lily and Espresso, so that's why they are here! These sketches are a mess but I just wanted to show them bcs I'm really proud of how Shadow Milk turned out!