#dsmp drawing dsmp posting IT'S EVERYWHERE

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What year is it omfg 😭

[boygirlctommy]

barely caught the last few minutes of tommys stream, but it doesnt matter bcus i still cried my eyes out :,) i love you dsmp and most of all i love you dsmp fandom <3

[lowkeyrobin]

MCYT with artist reader and like R makes them art all the time weather it's using them as an art reference and having a bunch of doodles of them, or painting full portraits of them, or like painting pictures of their pets🪩🩷🥹🛸

ooooo I'm an artsy weirdo so here you go!!! thanks for the request ; also this is the day I figure out the ufo emoji existed

MCYT ; artsy reader

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, quackity, & foolish gamers

warnings ; language

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

bro u got a whole sketchbook dedicated to doodles of him and his character versions in mc smps (dsmp, osmp, etc)

you love painting him in watercolors 🫶🫶

you made him a watercolor portrait thing with the HTBAB logo behind him, freddie & jack

he treasures the art you give him

literally frames it and hangs it on the wall or puts it on the shelves in his office

sometimes he'll take a picture of them and posts them w ur consent to show off your talent

"look what y/n made me 🫶" or "now wtf why can't I have this kind of talent?"

will chill out with you while you're drawing/painting etc

you go over to his parents house ONCE and make a family portrait + the dogs for them

that painting hangs above their fireplace, his parents look at it everyday

he does little drawing competitions with you on stream just to bond with you a bit and make you laugh

like the "we go back to school" video, the paint gets everywhere because of him LMAO

will straight up show off your sketchbooks on stream too

RANBOO

absolutely loves showing off your art and praising you for it

you've made them so much genloss fanart

you even made them a few channel banners, especially after the rebrand (and they will never change them ever again omg)

gives you a bunch of ideas for drawing

you love drawing the lanky d!ranboo and gl!ran especially w the mask and wide arrangement of wires and stuff

you made a textured painting of genloss!ranboo and it sits on one of the shelves in his office

he's obsessed with touching it and feeling the paint

its like feeling the hours of work you put into it, something just for them

also loves posing for you

they will get so extravagant and unique with it LMAO

FREDDIE BADLINU

anything you make for him is a treasure

you made a little portrait of him and his closest friends, and it hangs on his bedroom wall where he can see it constantly

shows off your art and totally praises you for it

does silly poses for you to reference

you've made him a couple screensavers and stream starting soon pages

he absolutely loves your color pallettes good god

Freddie in acrylic paint>>>>>

"guys look at what my amazing partner made me today 🫶❤️"

sends you links to Instagram shorts or whatever to little crafts/ideas if you're having artist block

he finds a notebook full of sketches and random blurbs of/about him when you get bored and shit and have nothing better to do

absolutely head over heels because the fact you spend so much time making art of/for him, omg

if you bleach-paint shirts yk damn well he's wearing whatever you made him 24/7

NIKI NIHACHU

absolutely loves your character designs for her characters, they're all so unique and different and she loves it

your designs of osmp!niki are her favorite, considering she's literally a mermaid

the art you make with all her tattoos and piercings>>> omg

either totally adorable or totally badass

"more biker! niki bc she needs to learn how to bike rn... @/nikinihachu"

"amazing as always y/n/n 🫶 maybe I will..."

loves just quietly watching you do your thing

her and watercolor paints will never not be perfect

you make a whole mural for her because you got bored...

it's an abstract kind of goth-ish mermaid kinda thing on one of her office walls, and 'nihachu' spread across it in white, kinda cursive lettering, it's amazing

always making silly little doodles of her too

ALEX QUACKITY

cant even comprehend how talented you are

he always sees you drawing him and painting him and he's like "bro go touch grass u spend too much time thinking about me"

you also made a textured painting for Tiger

it's his prized possession, he loves it to much

almost broke down and cried when you gave it to him

loves looking at all the little doodles, drawings and character designs

his favorites are the ones of him with dynamic arm poses, even if you think they're bad

he thinks it adds a lot more personality and makes him look better LMAO

he loves and appreciates that you spend so much time on something about/for him, and so often as well

he looks so good in gouche paints that's all I'm saying

and in a kinda graffiti style as well omg

FOOLISH GAMERS

absolutely adores all the art you make of him

he'll even pose so you can get references and shit LMAO

him and watercolor paints... lord

AND COLORED PENCILS

any painting you've made for him is hung up on the wall

loves seeing your character designs for his dsmp/qsmp etc characters

he also shows them off online and points out all the cool things you've added and shit

even if it's just simple doodles of him, you'll add a splash of color w a marker or highlighter and he thinks it looks so awesome

you have post it notes all over your wall thatre just doodles of him and shit

you painted his shark logo on a giant canvas for him for a YouTube video

like 59 hours later you completed it and gave it to him as a birthday gift

he doesn't shut up about it after that

literally brags about it like he's a 15yo who just got a girlfriend for the first time before all his other friends

[ceobootycall]

Random modern Earthbound/Mother headcanons that I've been thinking about for a while.

- Picky is an ipad kid and loves skibidi toilet. He's even shown it to Tracy on multiple occasions until she banned him from talking about it

- Lucas' entire family plays Pjsk. (Lucas likes Leo/need, Claus likes Vivid Bad Squad, and Flint likes More More Jump.)

- Ness, Paula, and Jeff play Genshin Impact together. (Ness mains Kokomi, Paula mains Barbara, and Jeff mains Neuvillette)

- Ninten used to be a dsmp fan but now when anyone brings it up he gets incredibly embarrassed.

- Ness and Porky used to watch South Park together.

- Fuel unironically uses brainrot humor.

- Ness has a secret blog where he posts poetry he's written.

- Ana comments bible verses on random posts and comments "God loves you ❤" on every post she sees. (THIS ONES A JOKE BUT ITS FUNNY TO THINK ABOUT)

- Claus believes everything he sees online and Lucas constantly has to tell him things like "No Claus, the power lines are not there to transfer energy to a secret underground base full of lizard people."

- Adding on to the last one, Claus will pay obviously scammy 'psychics' to tell him his future.

- Lloyd likes making visual novel games and will have Ana and Ninten draw sprites for them.

- Porky is in robotics club.

- Jeff is into stock trading and gets a notification every 30 minutes about how the stock market is going.

- Duster watches hopecore videos and cries.

- Kumatora has a TikTok account where she explores abandoned buildings and its actually super popular.

- The only thing Lucas posts on any of his social media is pictures of Boney or any other animal he comes across.

- Ninten never actually does his work in class (he plays nitrotype) yet he has straight B's.

- Ness has CRAAAAZZYYY beef with his gym teacher.

- Jeff and Ness are HUGE Pokemon fans and have played almost every game together.

- Kumatora is a crazy internet sleuth, if they have an online presence then she knows who they are.

- Flint lost his driver's licence and has been too lazy to retake the test to get it re-instated (he just walks everywhere, and Lucas and Claus take the bus to school anyway)

- Poo is a huge fan of musicals and has made Ness, Paula, and Jeff watch Hamilton at least three times

- Paula is super into old convention culture (things like yaoi paddles n shit). Shes a mini-internet historian.

- Ness will make some of his poetry into music (mostly dad-rock or emo music)

- Lloyd is CRAZY GOOD at rhythm games and likes to play fnf

- Ana is addicted to Gacha games, no matter the genre, if you can gamble to get some cute characters then shes there.

- Porky has his own webcomic series that's inspired by Homestuck.

- Jeff likes to make music in his free time from a long list of different styles, his favorite being vaporwave. He's also a huge Vocaloid fan and will make music using a variety of voicebanks (though his favorites are MEIKO and [V3] Flower)

PLEASE GIVE ME UR HEADCANONS.

[jotabro]

Yes I am alive after months gone everywhere and entirely obsessed with QSMP + partially DSMP. i did a drawing rp so some of those responses are in here.

additionally i’ve decided on being a multi fandom art blog + ocs so i hope that you guys will stick around and enjoy my art even if it’s not jjba

ALSO I DID TURN MY JJBA DESIGNS INTO OCS, i want to withdraw from that fandom entirely but i wanted to bring my favorite aspects with, expect a post on them soon…. also i’ll be making my last genuinely jjba related post soon so expect that, IT’S LOTS OF OLD DRAWINGS SO EXPECT A QUALITY DROP (though it doesn’t help that i already only do sketches)

[localsharkcryptid]

I'd love to hear about it :D

Okay so! Admittedly this entire 'Good Ending' AU is a lot of concepts and ideas so imma just put down a bunch of the main and favorite notes I have so far with it!

If I ever do anything with this it'll probably be a fair amount of one-shots or short stories, and I do wanna hammer home that EVERYONE in this AU gets a good ending - no exclusions, full DSMP cast, if I don't write things on certain characters it's generally due to me just not knowing their lore well enough to give specifics on what they'd be doing or just not having set ideas atm.

Mostly for Context Notes:

- I won't say the canon ending is retconned but more so it doesn't happen the same way due to some changes! The Eggpire ending is important though and still plays out mostly the same. Which leads into The Egg becoming this bigger force that everyone has to work together against - thus leading to a final server wide 'truce' in a way that allows for things to finally settle. (Generally going with a concept that the Egg originally surfaced due to all the previous wars, the death drawing it out so it could be found, therefore people figure this out and it becomes a sort of for the greater good situation)

- Additionally the server doesn't reset again due to XD making a very specific deal with George, in an attempt to finally be free of the Admin's influence/all the dream coma bullshittery, George effectively tricks XD into becoming mortal and giving up his status as Admin - officially freeing the server from the loop.

- After the truce, the idea of countries kinda dissolves, while the locations all remain they become more so cities/towns all apart of the same thing again! Also with the server being "freed" the SMP starts gaining citizens after a bit! So actual populations for everywhere!!! Also totally not an excuse for me to make OCs, definitely not (I say like a liar)

- This is a good ending but also I will note it takes a while for a lot of people to become comfortable again with each other, and honestly I don't think there's a lot of forgiveness either, it's more so people choosing to move on from the past. So a lot of my ideas for shenanigans/light hearted stuff are written with the idea of it being like 2-3 years post 'ending'

Other Notes! Just some more miscellaneous thoughts honestly.

- Dream ends up as part of a syndicate as one would assume, Punz is considered an honorary member and of all people, Purpled also joins the ranks, he gets picked up by someone some time after the Las Nevadas finale and that leads to him joining them, whereas the other two show up later on.

- Pandora's Vault ends up being entirely renovated, it being pretty damn difficult now to tell what it was and turned into a proper home, it's a long process mostly headed by Sam in his long list of things he's done to "apologize" after having his world view shattered (he learns that the staged finale was, well, staged and has a mental crisis for like 3 weeks over that and realizing he is, in fact, the bad guy) also his plot goes slightly differently, being based on a roleplay I have going rn! Generally Sam returns to the Vault initially to hide out from people/so they'll 'get over' him being a shit person and it leads into him eventually siding with and eventually ending up with Dream (Awesamdrunz is a dynamic that is borderline crack to me and yes it's going in here) - this is the main factor that changes stuff with the nuke part of the og ending, as Tommy and Tubbo get effectively curb stomped by Sam when they attempt to kill Dream the first time around and don't really try it again.

- While it takes a bit, DTeam do reunite, it's shaky at first (especially with Dream's chosen partners, Punz is pretty neutral as always - he's good at keeping his opinions to himself even if he tends to clash with Sap a lot. As for Sam, well, it's more so that Sapnap and George rightfully hate his fucking guts for awhile) but they have bi-weekly if not more meet-ups to hang out and do things like they used to. They end up eventually building another community house somewhere between Kinoko and the main SMP, this one being more so just a designated hang out.

- Bad ends up taking over looking after a lot of the main server, especially with new arrivals. He's kinda a one-man welcome committee and does a pretty good job. He also tries to host little get togethers now and again (mostly for DTeam/The Manhunt Crew and whoever they wanna bring along) also you cannot tell me that he wouldn't have like weekend bake sales as the SMP gains a proper population. Someone needs to enjoy the muffins.

- Wilbur & Tommy end up making their own book club to rival the syndicate cause both of them aren't allowed in Techno's fancy book club (they think it's an actual book club, so yeah). Sam gets roped into it one day when he shows up to pick up Dream & Punz, Tubbo inevitably gets roped in as well. It's a time and they insist on using Phil's living room for meetings. Phil hates this - also Sam's 8ft ass can barely fit in the room, it's very cramped for him.

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I've got more but those will be going to the other ask I've got :)

[bistaxx]

An annoyance I specifically have about qsmp tntduo fics is that they don’t even (usually) try to be like the qsmp versions of the characters. They have them act like dsmp, rivals that have a weird homoerotic tension. While in the qsmp, we’ve had Quackity being obsessed with Wilbur and Tallulah < and being convinced that Wilbur was the dad and tallulah was his kid. This is just the early stuff but it’s annoying how they pretend it’s qsmp when it’s clearly not.

(TNT MUTUALS SKIP THIS POST- SORRY ILY I PROMMY SRY! THIS ENDED UP TURNING INTO A RANT LMAO)

(Also none of this is my griping over what people are allowed to write or draw lol- i'm just bitching for my own sake LOL)

Yeah that's definitely a major part of my annoyance too, not helped by the fact that I also dislike /r c!tnt LOL- And I was actually interested in what q!Tnt as dynamic could've been but canon doesn't offer a whole lot to work with these days and fanon like you said either just makes them a poor man's rehash of c!tnt despite their q! counterparts being VERY different form those men or, like a mutual of mine brought up in their post, reduce q!Quack into this poor sad little wet cloth of a man that ONLY qWilbur could ever understand or fix because he's the ONLY man who actually cares about q!Quackity... just ignore Roier, and Etoiles, and Forever, and Baghera, and Cellbit, and Bagi, and- You get the point lol.

I think my last straw personally was seeing everything that Quack goes through be made to be about Wil- getting Tilin? Him and Wilbur can raise them together despite us knowing Luzu was the other parent! He loses his child? Dw he can raise Tallulah with Wilbur! Quackity's been kidnapped and replaced with Elq? Oh no! Onyl Wilbur will ever care or notice :( Just ignore that Jaiden witnessed this happen- Quackity is back, but his memories are gone and his mind severely messed with? Oh Wilbur will fix him- he'll teach him how to read and write and take care of him and they can be a family alongside Phil Tallulah and Chay! Quackity's been kidnapped again? Oh no only Wilbur will care Part 2 even though everyone quickly noticed Elq isn't Q! Quackity (and Phil) have weird tickets? This must be related to WILBUR somehow?! Quackity's DEAD?!? OH NO- WILBUR WILL BE SO SAD AND DEVASTATED! Quackity's back but extremely traumatized and broken after everything he's been though? He needs Wilbur to hug him and heal him :((((((((((((((-

And I wanna take a brief aside to complain about how people treat them and the eggs too- See I really like Quack and Pepito's dynamic, so I give into temptation and look on Twitter to find fanart of them... only to see them paired with Wilbur and Tallulah... with Quackity's OTHER CHILD Richas nowhere in sight! Because he just... doesn't matter I guess even though the two still care about each other a lot and still call each other father and son! Also the god damned disservice this stuff does for Talsy's character too- yeah she'd so be running over to hug Wil with her current growing resentment of him- but to know that'd require people to acknowledge her as more then just Wilbur's cute little daughter who exists only as an extension of him- SOMETHING SHE'S COMPLAINED ABOUT TO PHIL. But back to Quack...

Would you believe me if I told you people also did this shit during KARMALAND too- A SERIES THAT DOESN'T EVEN HAVE WILBUR PLAYING IN IT! That during the early days people were CONVINCED that k!Quackity was secretly an amnesiac c!Quackity and he was only drawn to k!Luzu because he reminds him c!Wilbur... yes people really fucking said that and god it made me so mad I won't lie 😭 People can headcanon whatever they want that's fine even if I don't gel with, the thing is it was just everywhere during the early Karmaland V days and people were doing to most to push it 'canon' cuz God forbid Q exist outside of Wil or c!tntduo in this Spanish server.

Listen- I never wanna be That Guy who DEMANDS people stop doing this or that- people can do whatever they want- I get missing a ship, I still miss Karmaland Luckity- I just wished people cared about q!Quack for q!Quack and not just tntduo. q!Quackity is a very flawed screw-up of a man with a big heart whose been through Hell and even though he wants to give up still chooses to keep on going for the sake of his new child- not to mention his mysterious connection to Elq and being forced to be a pawn to Oscurucho! He has a lot going for him outside of his celebrity crush! He has a lot of really good and complex bonds with other characters- he has a strong friendship with Etoiles, Forever tried to look out for him after Quackity lost his memories and Quackity in turn was visibly distressed when Forever went missing, HIS WHOLE THING WITH ROIER- LIKE- Quackity being a major part of the betrayal at the start of the server and Roier in turn ruining Quackity's reputation on the server in revenge but Quackity still tries to help Cellbit fix things with Roier during Festa Junina, Quackity admires the strength of Spiderbit's love to the point that it makes it reconsider his own view of what love is after his fake wedding with Wilbur's cardboard cutout, Roier still tried to help Quackity regain his memories when Quackity found Tilin's old diary, Roier is listed as one of the most important people to Quackity, during his hell coma in the maze portion there are photos of him and Roier everywhere, they even share custody of a child now- but no, Wilbur is the only one who gets or cares about Quackity, okay sure.

Anyway rant over- sorry anon I pretty much just used your ask as an excuse to vent about all my grievances I'm sorry 😭 People can send more anons about this if they want but I prolly won't answer- I don't like to bitch too much on this blog- this is the exception to that LOL I don't hate qWilbur either- I just don't care for q!tnt.

[briarborealisart]

im a big fan of hermitcraft x dsmp crossovers despite my immensely minimal knowledge of hermitcraft (comparatively) because there are really only two ways of doing it: dsmp are the weird ones, or the hermits are the weird ones

MOST of the fics ive read have dsmp as the weird ones. that is, the premise of these fics are "dsmp character escapes from the server, winds up in hermitcraft, learns to heal" because the scale of conflict on hermitcraft vs dsmp is. ridiculously different to the point of hilarity. getting to see one of the benchtrio, who are at MOST 18 years old, look a 30-40 year old established player in the eye and go "oh yeah the reason im not a big fan of elytra rockets and explosions is because of public execution/war crimes/my country got blown up all the way to bedrock in an act of malice/i was brainwashed to explode things in my sleep" and the 30-40 year old established player starts sweating because how do you even approach an issue this ridiculously out of proportion with life is one of many joys in my daily existence

that is to say like. an ENTIRE COUNTRY got BLOWN UP in a WAR. TWICE!!!!!!!!!!!! THE SAME COUNTRY. and then the hermits have like. the mycelium resistance. which was resolved with a mini game carnival

YOU SEE THE ABSURDITY HERE RIGHT. the lore differences are soooo funny when dsmp are the weird ones. visibly sweating hermit voice "oh yeah no we. we are all very close friends here actually. we wouldn't do actual war crimes unless it was a joke. sorry did you say you could only die THREE TIMES????"

meanwhile if the hermits are the weird ones it's like. imagine a world where everyone can only die three times (or less if you're hardcore) before you're gone forever. and you know most people live a modest life with a few diamonds, NETHERITE is CRAZY to have, the fact that the dsmp was a war ridden server with many skilled fighters fully decked out (ha) in armor already kind of makes them weird. then they trip and stumble into hermitcraft and it's like. casually there are castles everywhere. entire biomes are clearly terraformed. one of the bases is alive and you have to feed it golden apples. multiple people who revolutionized redstone technology all live within a few days of each other. they not only have access to the end but sometimes farm the dragon. also did i mention they're all IMMORTAL???? AND KILL EACH OTHER FOR FUN?????? AND FLY EVERYWHERE?????? AND ARE THE RICHEST PEOPLE YOU'VE EVER MET??????????? and you thought RANBOO was rich????? you thought TECHNO was efficient at farming?????? ITS REALLY FUNNY

the point is there's a huge disparity in both lore and scale of the two servers and depending on which one you designate as Significantly Strange in the lore it's so so funny to see the other people's reactions

i rarely if ever see the latter example but i think im drawing inspo from one singular post i saw eons and eons ago about how the hermits are The Weird Ones and it's really stuck with me

[dtupdates-archive]

♡—DREAM was active on Dream__Fanart! He liked:

Day nine: dogboy dream! <3

💚He's so 🥺💚

Even when you’re far away, next to me is where you’ll stay .. 🌊

a quick #dreamfanart 🧡🍑🏵️

💌We all know that evey time he🧍‍♂️its so puppy🥺💕

To whoever wants to hear

Drawberry shortcake and his blueberry bestie🍓🫐

peek

Stream Everest❄️

okay this was quick

Art studies with Dreamie :)

Bloop🐕

dream winning escondite en francia like 🤒

puppy eyes

Blob blob blobs everywhere!! 💚💚

Dream the Man that you are

Manhunt drm :)!

redraw!

Blob hug !

I was rewatching all the manhunts so

dreamie goes thrifting

🤠

shishishi!!

love you 💚🌷

LOVED this outfit and had so much fun drawing it!!!

it’s gonna be alright 🫂

He has no clue what's going on

sunshine boyy☀️🫶

don't you ever grow up, just stay this little

So high like I’m on Everest🏔

Day six: spiderman dream! <3

look what you made me do (taylor's version) will have dream as a feature trust me

drowning

DAY 6: SPIDER DREAM

eh why not post the rizzlers

real i guess

Kind of love ✨💚

I AM A 🟩🟦🟧🟪 STAN

this is so minion of him

“You drew stars around my scars but now I'm bleeding” Dream in Taylor Swift’s Cardigan music video

At least in my art I can give you a gift :D

drawberry picking droodle 🍓

I finally did a real dream drawing!! I gave him a dteam cat hat :)

I missed u <3

doodles and a dream 💫

dreamie sketch on my phone from work <3

uhmm....

druit

dream concert !!!!!!!! ⭐️⭐️

Dream to cleanse your tl ❤️❤️❤️

minecraft boys !! (^○^)

dreamie sketches ft my fav outfits of his

love ya

two bros sharing a milkshake

wolflyn's mermaid dream🪼🐠

tying you to me - folklore!george x evermore!dream

I'm very excited for the Everest mv :) ❤️

Do what he says 🔫

drater tot

DAY 6 !!!! He’s here !!!!!

Day four: geoguesser dream! <3

they fight.

Day two: dsmp/c!dream <3

Tackle hug🧡🏔

Dream you are SO LOVED and I hope you know that <3

(BLOOD + GLITCHING) // prison arc on top

dreamie !! 💖🧃

JOIN US!

i heard something about the dreamverse, idk

Style practice with some doodles

he’s just a silly little guy

free him!!!!!

here’s the full portrait for the drupdates poster 🥸 v fun thank u drupdates !! DRIRTHDAY 🥳🥳

[fandomanimatic-tournament]

Fandom song animatic tournament: Bracket 2 Side A

The Riddle - Scarlett Pimpernel Musical

"And we all have so many faces, the real self often erases. Enticing lies flicker through our eyes! Feel the terror draw ever nearer the more you stare in the mirror, but hold your own, face the wind alone."

Crush - Tessa Violet

"I can't focus on what needs to get done I'm on notice hoping that you don't run, ah You think I'm tepid but I'm misdiagnosed 'Cause I'm a stalker I seen all of your posts, ah-ah"

Remember that we're voting on how Iconic they are for ANIMATICS, not for the song itself. In order to make things fair, the tone and mood of the song should not affect how iconic it is (for example, a serious song should not be considered more iconic than a joke song just because it's serious)

Propaganda and animatic links of the songs under the cut:

The Riddle - Scarlett Pimpernel Musical

Propaganda:

If people lie in the media then there's gonna be an animatic of this song I think. I've seen them everywhere

Animatics with the song:

Good Omens

The Magnus Archives

DSMP

Gravity Falls

Good Omens

Crush - Tessa Violet

Propaganda:

I swear that at some point(I think it was 2019) there were a million animatics with this song. That's how I found this song and I genuinely like it, I'm pretty sure it's still one of the most listened to songs on my spotify acc history or was up until recently

not only is the song an absolute banger, it is also incredibly sweet and the vibes are simply immaculate. if you want to watch fluffy flustered love, this is the way to go, i love love and i also love crush by tessa violet animatics, both of which happen to be the same thing

Animatics with the song:

BNHA Tododeku

The OWl House Lumity

MDZS WangXian

BNHA Erasermight

Miraculous Ladybug

Please be cautious and read the title, description and warning cards on the animatic videos if you decide to watch them. If you've got specific triggers I'd recommend even more caution when watching animatics of fandoms you don't know, since sometimes canon-typical themes don't get warnings.

Please keep in mind that I don't know all the media and fandoms of the animatics provided as examples and I don't have the time (nor the will) to research them all. Don't come into my notes or my ask box complaining about them being included, I will simply block you. If a ship animatic included is about an adult and a minor, do tell me and I'll take it out of the post

ALSO keep in mind that I don't know all the artists submitted; in fact, even if I do know them I do not know absolutely nothing about them as people (I do not have twitter nor tiktok) and I could not POSSIBLY have the time to research ALL of the artists' controversies and what came of them so PLEASE don't flood my inbox with the artists' entire crime list.

[beckyh2112]

AO3 First Lines

Tagged by @ragedaisy.

rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. if you have fewer than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

Cody put in the passcode to his quarters, mind chasing itself in circles.

From you hold me up (till like a leaf we fall), my Foxatine mpreg. It opens with Cody receiving a KIA notice for Fox. Title is courtesy of Pux, and is at least 50% "I don't want to just call it 'the Foxatine mpreg' forever."

2. Wolffe woke in darkness.

From only the devil gets to dream, a followup to one_real_imonkey's Going Under, which is itself an AU of their Just keep your head above the rising tide, the sea will go out again. Delicious Coruscant Guard angst with the Wolfpack to the rescue.

Going Under is a bad end AU focused on Plo Koon, and only the devil gets to dream follows up with what happens to Wolffe.

3. Sidious hadn't expected to need to brace himself.

From there's teeth everywhere on you. Sidious point-of-view on a Fauxatine relationship. Also a chance for me to try out doing his pov and having him refer solely to himself as Sidious. I do think that's the most accurate way he thinks of himself, but it also leads to "Sidious's", which just doesn't sound good.

4. Street lamps were few and far between in this part of the Middle Ring, and Long Feng refused to draw attention to himself by carrying a light.

From One's For Sorrow, which is a repost of one of my AtLA fics from 2011. One of my favorite pieces from that era, tbh.

5. Thire isn't thinking when he goes in for a kiss on Fox's cheek after their morning meeting.

From Bug Report, a fic inspired by Bluestreak945's Beta Testing series, which is some of my favorite rape/non-con Foxatine smut. Heed the warnings; don't read if it's not your cuppa.

My fic isn't smut, and it doesn't even really mention anything from the series explicitly. Mostly it's me messing with the mind control aspect. It does contain clonecest, though, so again, don't read if it's not your cuppa.

6. "Thanks, Tango!" Sapnap yelled back over his shoulder as he threw himself out the door of the older fire demon's home, tail waving behind him.

From Error 404, my Dream SMP Big Bang fic. I like the fic, and I love the worldbuilding. But it is kinda mostly worldbuilding and focuses on Sapnap and Georgenotfound, so it didn't get much of a response.

7. Gabriel Reyes, crown prince of Argia, waited for the barbarians to arrive in the outer courtyard of Alcázar de Zaindari.

The Lion's Crown and the Crown of Suns! My one Overwatch fic, very much unfinished, completely AU. I love the world, kinda wish I still had the drive to get farther with it. Just completely lost steam on it, and I no longer have much of an interest in Overwatch.

Also, I do not want to sort out Jesse McCree vs. Cole Cassidy.

8. In the Shadow Isles, there was no square inch of land that didn't hold someone's remains.

From All's Hell That Ends Well, a League of Legends fic based on Twisted Fate's Underworld skin.

Posted in 2015; there is a massive gap in my fic-writing if you pay attention to posting dates. This, the two crowns in 2017, then the DSMP Big Bang in 2021.

9. The ground rumbled.

From There's Now War in Ba Sing Se. I don't remember if this is a repost, or if I wrote it and posted it to both FF.Net and AO3. Either way, AtLA OC fic with mine and Pux's characters.

10. Bucky and Steve used to joke over his words. "She's a moll who likes HG Wells."

From Hey There, Heartbreaker, which was inspired by @suzukiblu's we are not history yet; we are happening now. Darcy/Bucky soulmate AU. I like her fic much better than mine, but I don't think mine is bad per se. It's just. There.

Tagging @one-real-imonkey, @darkpuck, @suzukiblu, @slackeremeritus, @weirdlet, and anyone else who feels like doing it.

[codecicle]

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[tearwolfe]

i was on warriors amino pretty much all four years of high school (i kind of fizzled out at the end of my senior year, though) and when i tell you i've witnessed the horrors ...

it's community run so all the leaders/moderators are mostly kids with maybe one or two actual adults on the team. i remember some being like 14 which is CRAZY for a position of power like that. i'm still friends with people who used to moderate the amino and the stuff i've heard from behind the scene is insane.

i was like moderately big, i think i had 8k followers because i abused the hell out of the auto-follow feature by posting every day (yes i've always posted daily regardless of platform). my username was dufflebag. i think that's pretty obvious if you recognized me from WA since i have the same username/artstyle/draw cats. i was also co-leader of animationclan which was kind of cool but i didn't really have to do much.

some of the most Insane WA controversies i can think of: 1. should swear words be allowed? (yes, you couldn't say fuck on the amino for like 2 years until they changed the rule), 2. are big cats allowed to be posted? (WA was like reddit where what you were allowed to post was moderated heavily. they eventually decided that no, big cats were not allowed UNLESS it directly referenced the series), 3. dsmp cats EVERYWHERE (you couldn't scroll through 5 posts without seeing some dsmp character drawn as a sparklecat), 4. Amino Coins (the WA economy went to shit after amino coins were added to the app. yeah, people had serious discussions about a "warriors amino economy"), 5. closed species drama (WA got overrun by closed species for a long time which was insane because these barely original cat ideas had nothing to do with warriors).

there's definitely more .. my favorite thing to happen to Me was when my profile got hidden because i made it weed themed.

[kitkatkoes]

I posted 704 times in 2022

That's 704 more posts than 2021!

89 posts created (13%)

615 posts reblogged (87%)

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@huntingpalismen

@hiveswap

@veryfrightened

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I tagged 264 of my posts in 2022

#dreamwastaken - 51 posts

#aria.speaks - 40 posts

#tommyinnit - 14 posts

#fav - 12 posts

#technoblade - 9 posts

#dream situation - 5 posts

#aria.doodles - 5 posts

#dsmp - 4 posts

#dream smp - 4 posts

#dsmp fanart - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 135 characters

#last time i made slime i brought it to the cinema in a tupperware then left it there and went back an hour later to get it back only to

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

heyyy guys um. how do i get started on hermitcraft. grian has been appearing in my dreams for some reason so maybe this is a sign. anyone have some sort of guide on how to get started??

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#4

28 notes - Posted October 4, 2022

#3

for @/infizero-draws dtiys !! i had fun making this :)

37 notes - Posted September 4, 2022

#2

ctommy :)

40 notes - Posted April 29, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

sapnap 😥 og (dream's ver 😍) ps rbs are really cool ^_^

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dream is everywhere im killing msyelf

[sheyhem]

I’m having a great time! A lot less stress I must say

[itsonlydana]

DSMP CHARACTERS AS TEACHERS

pairing: c!Eret x gn!reader / c!Foolish x gn!reader / c!Wilbur x gn!reader / c!Schlatt x gn!reader

request: your partner forgot their lunch at home so you decide to bring it to their school

word count: 6,2k

warnings: none, its just fluff

an: i am so sorry for the anon who requested this bc i posted it instead of saving it into my drafts when it wasn't ready and in my panic i deleted it with the ask. Hopefully, you know who you are and find this fic! I also had no idea for a fic for Niki but i wanted to post the teacher-headcanons anyway!

important links: rules + masterlist

🌿 reposts and comments are appreciated, they motivate me a lot and keep me writing <3

🎨 Eret:

art teacher in primary school

always carries some colored pencils and stickers with her

every kid has a symbol in the wardrobe, so they know where to put their jackets before class

your house is filled with art projects and all the drawings the children gifted her

spends most evenings with you in the living room, crafting some ideas that she could bring into school but knows when it's time to separate school with personal life

goes on a lot of trips with the kids, to playgrounds, zoos, parks or the forest to teach them about nature, animals and all things beautiful in life

brings snacks in case some kids forgot their food

the kids love you so much that you accompany them on trips if you have the time

the children fight for your attention as if their life depends on it. They started a list to know who can sit with you during lunch next or walk on your hand on a trip

they will pout if Erets claims you all for herself

for your last birthday, all the kids crafted something your you and that day Eret came home with a huge bag filled to the brim with presents and cards

knows everything about her students, their favorite pen to use, the times when they are most attentive, how to bring them back to focus, their favorite animal they saw in the zoo and all their little quirks

she never raises her voice at them (she doesn't need it tho, the children will listen to her in an instant)

waits until the last student got picked up until she goes home

ms. honey vibes from matilda

Your footsteps were loud in the quiet school hallway, only the sounds of the various classes resounded behind the closed doors and accompanied you on your way to the classroom at the end of the hallway. Already at the checkroom you could see which teacher owned the room, the wooden board on which the nails for the children's jackets were fastened was decorated with lots of little symbols and not with pasted-on names, like many of the other classes. Behind the door you could hardly hear anything, it was as if no one was there. Interested, you leaned against the door, knocked, and then pushed down the handle when there was no answer. No matter how many times you had entered the classroom, it brought a smile to your face each time. Eret was lucky enough to have one of the few classrooms that had two windows, and on the sunny side, so the room was flooded with warm, natural light at all times. The classroom was filled with banners, posters, drawings decorating the walls, transparent paper cut out to be taped on the window panes, there was a corner full of books and plushies, the orange sheep that was the mascot sitting on the desk in front of the class. It smelled like wet paint, dried flowers and honey and you could always hear the clings and klangs from the suncatcher hanging on one of the windows, turning in the slight breeze from the open window. The children sat scattered at their small group tables covered with painting sheets, immersed in the sheets of paper in front of them. Watercolor boxes and jars of brightly colored in which the many small brushes were dipped over and over again before a new color was selected for the works of art, were everywhere. Eret herself was sitting at one of the tables as well, the chair much too small for her long legs, and was leaning over to the little boy sitting next to her to hand him another brush. She didn't notice you directly, but the children's heads snapped up when you entered. Immediately, the pleasant work silence was a part of the past and you hurried to close the door behind you so that the commotion of the children jumping up and calling your name would not disturb the other classes. "(y/n)!" came from all around you as at least five kids clung to your legs at once and looked up at you. Their bright faces grinned at you, trying to attract your attention with tugs and pulls. As best you could, you greeted them by name as the chaos at the door now reached Eret. "What's going on? Why are we standing up and running around?" asked Eret, spinning around. As soon as she saw you, her mouth opened in surprise. "Darling, what are you doing here?" Standing up, her long skirt fell down, billowing around her legs with each step as she hurried to you. Because of all the kids around you, you could only give her a sort of half-hug, briefly wrapping your arms around her before one of the kids interjected and continued asking questions. "Can i show you what i have been painting?" one asked, while the other pulled on your top to show you her new glasses, only to be interrupted by a boy telling you about the last trip to the zoo. You looked at the held up picture with patience, told him what a talented artist you had in front of you, complimented the girl on her new glasses, and tousled the other boy's hair while he explained, completely oblivious to the fact that you were on the trip, why penguins were his favorite animal. In between, you kept looking up at Eret, reassuring yourself that you weren't going to disrupt her class, but she had already started bringing some of the water glasses to the small sink in one corner, where she was pouring the dirty water into the sink and adjusting the blue hair clips in her brown locks. After a few minutes of letting the kids talk, though, she came back around and clapped her hands three times. Smiling, she folded her hands in front of her. "I think we should let (y/n) take a breath, no? How about you just run over to the bathroom, wash your hands, and then we'll have breakfast together?" she asked, and immediately the kids let go of you. One

by one, they quietly disappeared down the hall to the washrooms in two lines. As soon as the last child had left the room and you could hear the sound of the water rushing down the hall to you, Eret was with you and pulled you into a deeper kiss with both hands on your hips. "Hello darling," she murmured against your lips and kissed you again. You laughed into the kiss, lifting a hand to her cheek, against which she leaned gently. "I see I've arrived just in time for breakfast," you began, after breaking away from her and finally getting around to reaching into your shoulder bag, from which you then pulled out a dark can. "Because you left yours on the kitchen table". Eret's eyes widened. Gratefully, she took the box from your hands. "I completely missed that, thank you so much, love. That you came all the way here for this, I certainly wouldn't have starved to death" she laughed. Heat crept up your neck and spread rapidly through your cheeks, making you look away, caught. "I just didn't want to waste the food," you explained your appearance with a lie. Well, half a lie. You definitely didn't want to throw the food away, but it was your heart in the end that had lured you here, the idea of seeing Eret back in her workplace, with the kids. "Mhmm," Eret nodded knowingly. "You know," she began and put a hand to your cheek, gently stroking the burning skin with her thumb "the kids are better at lying about who hasn't gotten dessert yet. You kinda need to practice that a little better, or just tell me you missed me." Cheekily, Eret tilted her head and grinned at the blush on your face, which only darkened

🏈 Foolish:

pe teacher in high school

teaches younger students but mostly older ones

very much the cool teacher that lets a kid sit out on the bench if they don´t feel well

the pe teacher that everyone wants

he gives his best to teach his students how they can get better and what they can do

runs around in sports clothes even if he has a break of only comes to school for a teachers meeting

wears a whistle around his neck

lessons are divided into a part where he goes through the curriculum and a part where the students can decide for themselves what they want to do

bets with students on football games and will definitely tease students who are not for the same team if they lose, however, is very salty and lets students run extra if his team loses and they make fun of it

has definitely already introduced you to his favorite class at a sports festival

there are annual teacher games where the students prepare different challenges for selected teachers and Foolish is chosen every year and you are there every year to cheer him on

his students are constantly trying to find out everything about him because he makes a secret out of everything to make him seem mysterious

is a total softie at home

rarely talks about school, but still takes sports very seriously. goes running every day and usually convinces you to come with him

sometimes gets in over his head and lies on the couch crying for you to pick him up. Makes you swear that you will never tell his students

The sunglasses on your nose bobbed along with your springy steps over the gravel path, shielding your eyes from the warm summer sun shining down on you from the bright blue sky. Clasping your hand around a cool water bottle and a lunch box, you followed the instructions of the kindly, elderly secretary who had patiently explained to you how to find the sports field where your boyfriend Foolish was currently at. You would think that after all the events you would be able to remember the way, but the school seemed infinitely large that you had not even been sure you were right until you spotted a sign to the locker rooms. It was good weather, not too hot, but warm enough for Foolish to take his class outside to the big athletic field, as he had told you at breakfast today. The breakfast after which he had forgotten to take his lunch, too stressed because you guys had chattered away while eating and he had nearly been running late. He had only called something between two bites of his bread, had jumped up and after a kiss on your forehead had disappeared in the hallway. You had only discovered the blue lunch box on the counter a little later. You could hear the loud whistle even before you discovered the sports field, hidden among a row of lush green oak trees, followed by a "GO GO GO! Pull through!" from your boyfriend, who you saw leaning against the metallic poles bordering the court moments later. His arms propped on the poles and his whistle between his lips, he cheered on the students running in laps and didn't even notice you as you stepped across the gravel path through the trees onto the athletic field and ran to him with slightly faster steps. "Don't slow down, guys!" shouted Foolish, as some students slowed their pace when they saw you coming, but before Foolish could follow their gaze, you had already arrived at his side and pressed the cold water bottle into his neck. The surprising coolness and wetness made Foolish whirl around to you with a squeaky "What?" and briefly you thought you saw a warning in his gaze, but then he recognized you. The corners of his mouth shot up into a wide grin that made every last bit of his teacher persona disappear from his eyes. "You!" he laughed, and you couldn't help but join in his excited laughter. "What are you doing here?" Grinning, you lifted your water bottle and lunch box, waving them around in front of his face. "I've been carrying your food after you again! Didn't you miss anything in your bag?" "How could I have forgotten? I was pretty sure I packed everything." You shook your head with a grin, then quickly stood on your tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. That didn't seem to be enough for him, though, because he tossed the lunchbox and bottle onto the pile of gym bags at his feet and pulled you into a real kiss. He probably wouldn't have let go of you if it weren't for a group of students who had interrupted their running to join you on the sidelines. "Are you his life partner?" you heard one girl ask, to which you immediately broke away from your boyfriend, your cheeks fiery red. Clearing your throat, you nodded and looked to Foolish. Torn as to whether he should now warn and remind his students about the endurance training, his gaze flitted between you and the small group of high schoolers until he sighed and leaned against the bar, seemingly giving up. The last few times you'd been at the games, you'd also directly attracted the attention of his class at the time, and after that he'd also had to sit back for a while because his students had completely ignored him, fascinated by you and eager to find out more about their teacher through you. Another boy was just screwing his water bottle back shut before turning to you. "Is Mr. G such a drill sergeant at home, too, or does he just like bossing around helpless students?" he asked with a cheeky grin, which only made Foolish cross his arms in front of his chest indignantly. Briefly, you squinted at him, unsure how much you wanted to tell about your personal lives, but Foolish gave you an approving nod.

"Well, that must be because of you" you put in laughing "At home, I have to constantly remind him to clean up the kitchen after cooking, he doesn't even remember his breakfast." Then you nudged him with your shoulder "He would most likely lose his pretty head if it wasn't stuck on his shoulders" "Hey!" exclaimed Foolish in protest, but you just grinned and poked your tongue out at him. You could see the student frantically storing and processing both the interaction and the bit of new information. It was safe to assume that he would probably have to deal with comments alluding to it in the future. Another girl stepped forward, busy tightening her braid as she turned to you, "Can you make him race us? He always says he is faster than us but never wants to prove it." At her question, the other students joined in a chorus of complaints about Foolish and approvals for the race, throwing their own opinions and quotes from your boyfriend into the mix, and with every word Foolish tried to mockingly defend himself. "Surely I don't have to justify why I don't get involved in races with students, I'm the teacher!" Then, however, he seemed to have had enough of arguing, because he grinned at the group, "Besides, I don't want you to cry afterwards because you lost to me. Yeah yeah complain all you want, you know you don't have a chance to win!" The students immediately jumped at this challenge, tearing up his words like predators tearing up their prey, and the quickest volunteers were whistled off the field, not to be missed; everyone in this class had the same ambition as their teacher, and after all, honor was the focus here. In a surprisingly short time, the racers were filtered out and stood with your boyfriend at the starting line, you stood with the rest at the railing from where the runners would be cheered on, even though you would probably be the only one on Foolish's side. You could hear that from the commotion. Before the race, Foolish had hung his whistle honorably around your neck and had promised you with a kiss to bring home the victory for you. Of course, you would cheer him on with every cell in your body. "Okay," Foolish called out, taking a step forward. "Why don't we make this a little more exciting? If I lose, I'll buy you all ice cream from the kiosk, but if I win, then your runners have to enter the school competition. Do we have a deal?" The promise of getting ice cream worked wonders on the group and you felt like they were getting a number more energetic, now yelling at the runners they had to win for them. You raised the whistle to your lips. Everyone got into the starting position. Briefly, you took a moment to watch Foolish with a cheeky grin as he- backside stretched in the air- squatted at the line, pressing his fingertips into the red sand. After a "Hey! You can stare after I win," you laughingly gave in and whistled for takeoff. And if Foolish winked at you after the race, an ice cream cone in hand and happy students all around you, you definitely wouldn't say that out loud.

🎭 Wilbur:

theater teacher in high school

is the running chaos, but an organized chaos

wears a long brown coat for simple dramatic effect, for the same reason his glasses are not real. Only you know that though his students are figuring it out

spends both his free hours at school and many hours at home writing plays

always carries a book with him and is often seen lying on the benches in the sun, deeply engrossed in his book

very, very enthusiastic in the rehearsals and normal lessons, he does everything, takes the ridiculousness out of some exercises by going on stage himself and acting it more extreme, so that his students feel more comfortable

weekly takes you to small theater performances by university students or theater groups, and once a month his class joins in. Will then organize a meal together and a conversation with the actors after the performance to ask questions or get tips. Gives you a bouquet of your favorite flowers on every date

his students are definitely your biggest fans, always starting to giggle when he takes your hand in his while walking or puts his arm around you at every opportunity

rolls out the red carpet in front of you and fulfills your every wish

you are present at the performances of his class, always in the front row and clapping the loudest

sometimes gets lost in work, then you practically have to pull him out of his office and take him out for some fresh air

hides notes with quotes from his favorite authors or love messages for you in your coat pockets

The posters on the large glass doors of the auditorium caught your eye as soon as you entered the building, the blue and red lettering throwing the words "Fight tyranny" at you and drawing the attention of every observer, whether they wanted it or not. At first glance, you would most likely stop, somewhat perplexed, and wonder why a school had been plastered with such posters and what principal would allow such propaganda, but take just a step closer, let yourself engage with the desired effect of the posters, and you would recognize the invitation to the school musical printed underneath. The musical had turned the school into an uncontrollable and yet not disturbing chaos, it had started with the hanging of the first poster -a two meters long cloth fluttering in the wind one morning from one of the windows, advertising a debate between three unknown parties-, and after that there had been no stopping the students. The auditorium was almost bursting at the seams when the day of this ominous debate had arrived, students crowding the rows of seats or sitting on the floor, all tense for what was about to happen. The secret was revealed when the drama class teacher, Wilbur Soot, your life partner and the one who told you every day about all the events surrounding the new play he was planning, opened the debate and six contestants took the stage in costume, trying to sell the three parties they represented, Pog, Swag and Coconut, as best they could to the curious students. Then, for two weeks, the actual election campaign was launched, selling the buttons you helped make, snack packs put together by the drama class, or printed t-shirts, to the students for the promise of their vote. All of this happened in the foreground, with Wilbur, as principal, sitting in the background hunched over his desk, school ropes in hand, writing what was arguably his greatest work: L'Manburg, the Musical. Since Will had thrown himself into the preparations with such enthusiasm, it had become a daily routine for you to remind him of things that he lost sight of, or very simple things that didn't fit into his picture of the whole, and which he thus ignored and then forgot. Mostly it was pens or post-it-notes hanging all over your apartment, which made for some moments when all you wanted to do was take a glass from the kitchen cupboard and find a yellow slip of paper on which was written in scribbled handwriting: "Text revision page 45, T: 'Do i shoot him, or do i shoot at the sky?'" or sketches flying around with ideas of costumes that instead of Will's desk suddenly lay in the bathroom next to the bathtub and were already half-drenched. Of course, you knew he meant no harm. He was an artist, this was his way of keeping his art alive, and he went to such lengths to please his students that you couldn't be mad at him for a pair of notes or a forgotten sock flying around. His distracted thoughts, however, were the reason you were eyeing the posters outside the auditorium and holding a full lunch box in your hands. If it weren't for you, he would put food on the back of the queue himself, and to prevent that, you had gone to his school. The glass doors where the posters hung were covered with black cloth, preventing even the slightest glimpse of the inside of the auditorium and hiding the work and rehearsals from prying students' eyes. You pushed down the handle of the right door, opened it just a crack to scurry through, and closed it again right behind you. When you turned around you were amazed. Will had told you about the rehearsals, but nothing even remotely resembled what was happening in front of you. The whole auditorium had been transformed, painted trees stuck to the curtained windows, chairs with green cloths and painted flowers served as bushes and stood at the edge of the large room, forming high hedges. Next to the stage, red-painted cardboard boxes were arranged into a brick house, on the roof of which three boys in costumes were sitting and looking at the stage itself, was where a white, slightly slanted, caravan made of

cardboard boxes stood, in front of which a brunette boy and a blond girl in blue and red uniforms were sitting on the green cloth of the meadow, listening to another, older brunette in a black hat, as he talked about the election. And in the middle of it all was Will, the arms of his white blouse rolled up and flew across the stage to move a flower pot on the trailer here and there, to help the blonde-haired girl with the sleeves of her uniform, or he disappeared briefly behind the curtain, where you could hear it clattering afterwards, before the previously stuck curtain could be pulled away again without any problems. Your entrance did not go unnoticed for long, you had a few moments to admire the carefully crafted stage set before the artist behind this masterpiece, let his gaze roam the room and saw you standing between the rows of seats. He immediately ran a hand through your brown locks, sorting them into an actual hairstyle instead of a jumbled tangle of curls, as he leapt off the stage smiling broadly. "Darling, what a surprise to see you here!" he called out to you as he walked, now drawing the attention of his students as well, who waved happily at you. "Will, this all looks amazing!" you gushed with a sweeping motion of your hand across the room. When Will got to you, he grabbed your hand, still hovering in the air, raised it in his hands, and gracefully turned you to face him so he could hug you to his chest. After that little turn, he leaned down to you to gently bump his nose against yours. "No, you look amazing," Will breathed a quick kiss, far too short for your liking, on your lips before pulling away from you again. His eyes fell on the yellow lunch box in your hands and his eyebrows shot up as he noticed that he seemed to have forgotten it at home. "I knew something was missing, my bag was lighter than usual and my stomach emptier," smiling gratefully he took the lunch box from you, though immediately reached for your now free hand and intertwined his cool long fingers with yours warmed by the pockets of your jacket. "Come, my love, we were just about to start the first rehearsal in costume." Hand in hand, you let him pull you through the rows of chairs, covered with the colorful jackets and school bags of the 20 or so students in the drama class, to the front row, where he faced the stage and clapped his hands. "Can you all come over here for a minute, please?" he shouted loud enough for the technicians and helpers backstage to hear him.One by one, the students climbed off the sets, came out from behind the curtain, and sat down on the edge of the raised stage, where they all waved at you. Smiling, you waved back. "As you can see we have a very special guest today and if you all agree we will perform our rehearsal for the first time in front of an audience, but only if no one has a problem with it." You weren't surprised that no one spoke up, you liked this class as much as they liked you and yet you felt honored to be accepted by them. After a quick kiss, Will is gone again, helping everyone to their positions, and you can hear his motivational speech for the play from behind the closed curtain, between all the running back and forth and the quiet giggling of the young actors. A smile stole onto your lips as you listened to him. "I am so so proud of each and every one of you! I may have written the piece, but you breathe life into it with every cell that burns for this project. But not only could I not have done it without you guys, I couldn't have done it without the love of my life sitting out there wanting a great performance. We're all going to do our best, okay? Remember, mistakes aren't bad, you'll get help from our prompters if you have a lyric hangup, and we all know, after all, that rehearsals aren't over yet. Just have fun, live your roles and as long as you show that, everything will be fine. Break a leg!" Wilbur was a kind teacher, one who always looked out for his students and would not let a student down, even if it meant overtime and extra work for him. If his students

weren't performing for the joy of it, it would be for him, to show him how grateful they were to him. Backstage, things quieted down, the bright overhead light turned off and got replaced with a warm cone of spotlight aimed at the center of the closed curtain. Will darted around the side of the curtain to the edge, jumped down gracefully, and ran on silent soles to join you in the front row. Just in time for the rattling opening of the red curtain, he settled on your right side. Eyes fixed on the stage, you leaned into his lifted arm against his shoulder. "Love of your life, huh?" you whispered under held breath. Will's chest vibrated from his soft laughter beneath you and he leaned down slightly toward you, gently placing his lips on your temple for a loving kiss. "Too dramatic?" he whispered back, but you felt his smile. "No." You looked to the stage where the brunette in the hat opened the door to the trailer and in the warm light of the spotlights beckoned a group of young people in uniforms to join him. A story began, a story of a country striving for freedom and independence. "Never too dramatic, always just perfect."

🧁 Niki:

women's studies teacher in high school

teaches the experiences and contributions of diverse groups of women in society, about the social role of women and their involvement in areas such as health, history, and political activism

very politically engaged and will stop the class to watch important news with her students

colored her hair pink after the old principal made stricter rules for girls and even after he changed schools she stayed with the pink hair

always there for her students, if they need help in school but also in their private life

makes sure her students are alright, the kind of teacher that asks you after class if everything is okay because you were quiet in class or looked sad

she bakes a lot since it calms her after a stressful day in school (it´s not easy teaching teenage boys about those topics but she manages it)

your place is full of books from women´s fiction to cookbooks to history or poems

quiet dates where you two go outside in the park to paint, read or eat her baked goods

holds your hand whenever and wherever she can

surprises you with baked gifts but also letters or an annotated book she read with you in mind

📊 Schlatt:

politics professor at a university

rough exterior, but all the softer core

always wears suit trousers, shirt and tie, because a well-kept appearance makes a significant difference in how you are treated

because he works many days a week at uni, he always takes at least one day off, which you both spend together

has the reputation of being a very strict and often mean professor, but no one in his classes complains themselves

takes his classes very seriously, finds a good education in politics and science important

knows how hard the subject matter can be sometimes, which is why he shows films about it, should it fit into his plan

engages in dialogues with students rather than having them work in the book or read from slides, but when he writes on the board it is illegible

political discussions in which the students have to take different points of view are a big part of the assessment

keeps his private life very private, as it is none of his students' business at the end of the day

when he corrects exams it is either at school or at home in his office, he does not mix his work with your life

he spoils you 100%, invites you to expensive dinners, lavishes you with gifts, takes you to fancy banquets or operas

often makes jokes, but loves you more than anything else

The chilly hallway lay quiet and ghostly before you as you walked through it, past signs for new clubs and activities that had sprouted with the first flowers on these unexpectedly quick spring days, now advertising the activities in the sun with bright colors. Warm light streamed in through the tall windows, trying to lure you back into the fresh air, like all the sunbathing students you had passed before entering the building, enjoying their free time after the last lecture. No one in their right mind would hide behind closed doors in this weather, none except apparently your boyfriend. You weren't surprised, however, that Schlatt, of all people, was probably the only one who stayed in the building while everyone else took advantage of spring. Schlatt would most likely also miss the most beautiful day of the year because he was too busy with his work and only afterward ask why everyone was suddenly in such a good mood and tanned. This is exactly what would happen today if you hadn't spontaneously come up with the idea of bringing him his forgotten lunch and thus possibly getting him out of his lecture hall, his comfort zone. His room was also the only one whose door was not locked and the soft rustling of paper, as well as the clicking of a ballpoint pen, could be heard through the narrow crack in the door. You raised your hand to the door and softly rapped your knuckles against the wood. "No, I'm busy," Schlatt's slightly strained voice rang out and he was already starting to protest, when you pulled the door open wider and stepped into the doorway. "Too busy?" you began teasingly "Can't even I steal a few minutes of your precious time?" As you had expected, Schlatt was sitting in front of the many empty rows of seats in the auditorium at his desk, on which sheets upon sheets of printed paper were piled up and which were divided into two piles, one of unedited and one on which red notes and marks decorated the otherwise black and white pages, and between them, Schlatt was bent over another sheet, black glasses on his nose and a red pencil set to another note. When you had entered, he hadn't even looked up at first but had continued to scribble on the paper and mumble over some sentence, though at your voice his head had snapped up. "(y/n)! What are you doing here? Have you texted me or did I miss a call?" he asked, more to himself than actually addressing you, and dug out his phone to check if he hadn't missed a message from you. "No," you hummed, and confused, he looked over his glasses at you. Playfully hurt, you raised your hand to your chest. "Here I am trying to surprise you for once, and then I'm not even greeted properly. Aren't you happy to see your partner at all?" Schlatt, meanwhile, had stood up and leaned against the edge of his desk, just rolling his eyes at your words before holding out his hand for you. "You might as well join the theater, you're better at pretending to people than you are at fooling me." You were about to walk to him, in fact, and had already taken a step forward, when a group of teenagers ran past one of the hall's many windows, and despite the closed shutters, which let the sunlight into the room only in small streaks, you saw the laughter on their faces that made you pause. Schlatt noticed your hesitation and raised his brows questioningly, continuing to hold out his hand to you, expecting you to take it as you normally would so that he could greet you. "You know what? Why don't you come here?" you then asked him. Schlatt tilted his head slightly. He tried to figure out where the mischief in your voice and face had come from but failed because you just clicked your tongue challengingly. "Or are you tied to your desk, old man? Sitting here in the dark even though the sun is shining outside, working on exams that probably still have time to be corrected." You could tell by his expression that you were right with every word you said, and slowly your boyfriend's serious facade broke and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly upward. He didn't want to give in quite

yet. However, you were also now determined to get him out of that room and into the fresh air before he once again came home only in the dark and had not experienced any of it. Now you were the one who held out your hand, "Come on Scrooge, I'm going to force you outside now." Hand in hand, you pulled him out of the building a few minutes, and a proper greeting later. Immediately, Schlatt took a deep breath and closed his eyes. His normally brown hair glowed golden like honey in the sun, as did his eyes when he opened his lids again and looked at you. "Thank you for coming," He pressed a kiss to your cheek, which you leaned into. You smiled at him. "Who else would kick your butt if not me?"