#fank and hazel

[seaglassquotes]

Me realizing Jason Grace and Piper McLean are like a perfect golden retriever x black cat couple

Then realizing Frank Zhang and Hazel Levesque are and even more stereotypical golden retriever x black cat

Then realizing Nico Di Angelo and Will Solace is maybe the epitome of golden retriever x black cat

Then realizing Rick has a CRAZY affinity for golden retriever x black cat relationships

[honeyywoods]

“Y’ever heard of pirate glass?” Jack asked out of the blue, his drawing hand stilling as he set his charcoal down. Davey raised a curious brow, and thoughtlessly tilted the angle of his head as he did so. This drew a ‘tsk’ from Jack - ever the artist - and Davey rolled his eyes fondly before returning to his original position. “No,” Davey responded, watching with surprise as Jack retrieved his pastels. This was an exceedingly rare thing, Davey knew; Jack’s sketches were almost always exclusively charcoal. Nothing more than smudges of black on white, and yet so much more. Jack breathed such life into his drawings that they hardly needed color.

And yet.

Davey watched from the corner of his eye as Jack rifles through the box, pulling out several colors that he can’t quite see. “Why do you ask?” Davey inquired, his voice sounding strangely in the New York night. Even with the bustle of the city, the two of them seemed to be in another world where the only sound was the clattering of chalk.

Jack hummed as he shifted back, pastels in hand. “‘S neat stuff.” He said simply, starting in with one of the pastels - a pitch-dark shade, Davey could now tell. “When you look at it in the dark, or in most light, it looks just plain black or brown.” Jack continued, his hand making delicate, meticulous swipes across the paper. “Guess them pirates thought it helped keep the sun out o’ their booze or somethin’.” A chuckle, and when Davey looked over there was a sort of half-smile on Jack’s face, though his eyes were still trained on his drawing.

“But, if you get it in the right light, it’s anythin’ but plain. The color shines through.” Jack held up a bright spring green, something soft in his eyes that Davey couldn’t quite place. “Like a gemstone, y’know? Real pretty.” With that, Jack returned to the drawing, and the pair lapsed into quiet.

Chalk scratching paper, Jack’s soft, even breathing. Davey could stand to stay like this forever.

Davey isn’t sure how much time passed just like that, but eventually Jack stood up, tipped the chalk dust off of the drawing, and lingered awkwardly in his spot for a moment. A hand brushing over his braids, Jack turned his sketchbook around and extended it to Davey.

Oh. Oh.

Staring back at Davey was his own face - his own eyes. Davey was no art critic, but it was obvious that Jack had made the eyes the focal point. His eyes. They were bright golden-green, like new spring growth, with dark around the edges.

Davey knew that it shouldn’t have been so special. He saw his eyes regularly in the small mirror kept next to the bathtub, after all. But Jack had made them look…different. As though the lights of the city had turned them into something else entirely.

Pirate glass.

What a funny thing indeed. Such a fitting concept for Jack, who seemed to know everything about the seemingly most unusual matters. Davey was forced to wonder where Jack had learned of it - perhaps it was just another case of ‘improving the truth.’

Regardless, there was something to be said about Jack using such a comparison to communicate his thoughts about Davey’s eyes.

Real pretty played back in his head, and suddenly everything clicked neatly into place.

And even if pirate glass was just a Jack Kelly-certified method of skirting around the truth, Davey could think of worse ways to find out.

[pick-a-funny-name]

Took a while to make this....

[zemnarihah]

i was tagged by @clanofxymox to answer these questions fank yewww :3

when was the last time you cried? i wanna say it was probably abt like a month ago?? i dont cry often but that one was a doozy

do you have kids? no and i shant ever unless i do but i wont. probably.

do you use sarcasm a lot? i would say like an average amount

what sports do you play? idk if it counts as a sport but i have been lifting weights. but imo thats not sports thats just working out since i dont do it competitively. so none i guess

what’s the first thing you notice about people? HONESTLY since i live in a very mormon area i usually am scouting peoples vibe upon first meeting to figure out if theyre mormon or not

what’s your eye color? hazel:)

scary movies or happy endings? scawy

any special talents? i can kinda play guitar and bass but i am very good at drawing i think

where were you born? youtah

what are your hobbies? playing guitar and bass and drawing. also im trying to read more i started reading frankenstein recently

do you have pets? yas my world famous kitty cat buttercup

how tall are you? 5'9 and i love it i love being tall i wish i was 5'11

favorite subject in school? well im an art major rn and i loooove it its the most fun thing in the world but in high school i was also a big choir nerd loll and i loved it

dream job? i wanna be a tattoo artist and i plan on hopefully starting an apprenticeship after another year of college:)

i will tag @bloodhailmp3 @synthwife @wellenklavier @twoheaddeddog @sibelin @wednesdaytoo @itsnotgoingtotranslate

[potensh]

fanks u @fall-dog for the tag! eeeee

are you named after anybody? yes! one of my parents fav singers, maddy prior! even tho i dont go by my birth name anymore its kinda fun. she sings my fav christmas album of all time

when was the last time you cried? when i was at my old place packing up my stuff and the moving truck arrived and i wasn't done packing and i was all embarassed and overwhelmed. got a big hug from me mum tho and it was okay in the end.

do you have kids? noooo but i rly want them. babbie. pls

do you use sarcasm a lot? yes? but i always explain it straight after i say it incase anyone is confused so um. it possibly doesnt land.

what sports do you/have you played? tried a whole bunch in pe and did dance and swimming after school as a kid? i feel like i could have been rly good at soccer if i wasnt passionately against team sport lol

what’s the first thing you notice about other people? maybe their voice? when meeting new people i like. dont look at them at all for like the first bit

what's your eye colour? hazel? i think?

scary movies or happy endings? both both both! love a scary movie and a sweet happy nice time ending

any special talents? i can learn how to do pretty much anything from a youtube video

where were you born? melbourne!

what are your hobbies? art and crafts! zine making and knitting and sewing and painting and drawing! a bit of writing and podficcing! organising and putting stuff in places

do you have any pets? nooo my baby meeshi died last year and the place im moving cant have cats so i havent gotten a new one :(

how tall are you? 175cm methinks!

favourite subject at school? art! it was super challenging in yr 11 and 12 but in the best best way. very fulfilling

dream job? eeeeh i dont rly have one lol. i loved being an early childhood educator, which is what i trained for after school, but i cant do that anymore bc of disability reasons which. is sad. but i like not having a job, and would probably be fine if i never had one again.

tagging @foreverlibrary @colgatebluemintygel @somerubberband if u want to do it!!! <3

[via-rant]

"Leo?! LEO?!?!" Piper yelled in concern. He wasn't in his bed. She started frantically looking and sighed in relief when she found him at the helm.

"Oh Jeez Louise. Leo, you scared me."

"Wook Pipewr! I made a fwend!" He yelled and when she looked she smiled. Festus was talking to him. It's just Festus. He was six now. He's taken apart more things the day before so she was scared Festus was next. But he he can talk to him so her fears washed away.

"Yeah you did. What's he saying?"

"He thayth (says) he woves me a wot. It's otay. Becauthe I wove him too." She giggled at his baby talk. God he was adorable.

"I can't wait to show Mamà!" He yelled in excitement and she smiled sadly.

"Sorry bud, she uh... she can't see him."

"I can show hewr when she picks me up! I think she'w wove him too."

"Picks you up?"

"Yeah! Mamà dwops me off when she wreawy needs a babysittewr." Oh... so that's the story. He's still living with her but they babysit sometimes. That's nice to know. God is this gonna fuck up his memories isn't it?

》》 ---- ☆ ---- 《《

He spent that whole day talking to him about random things. Everyone got their much needed rest and all they had to do was bring him food. He 'fanked' them every time. Until dinner.

"Hey Jathon?"

"Yeah bud?"

"Mamà says fiwre is bad. It's dangewrouth tho (so) I shouldn't use it untiw I meet Dad. Ith she rwight?" He asked and Jason sat next to him.

"Yes. But she says that because she doesn't want you doing something you'll regret. And I don't think she knows how to help you control it. So it's best to wait for your dad okay?"

"Otay." He knows he's never going to meet him until years later but he's literally living in the past. What was he supposed to say?

》》 ---- ☆ ---- 《《

The next day, at 7, he talked mostly normal, and was a normal kid. Well, sort of. He just sorted the blocks they gave him, made prototypes with the legos they got him, and how did he solve Annabeths blueprint??? He could also cook really well. With supervision. He doesn't know how to hold a knife for the life of him. (He's admitted he's scared of them.)

"Dude, you're good."

"Thanks! Mamà taught me."

》》 ---- ☆ ---- 《《

He locked the door to his room. Hazel knocked.

"Leo?"

"Go away." He said, crying. Oh...

"Hazel? What's wrong?" Percy asked walking by.

"He's 8 now."

"Yeah?" He sounded confused.

"His mom..." And he understood.

"Okay, I'll leave. But I'll come back at lunch okay? You're going to need to eat. If you need anything come to us." She said and reluctantly walked away. When she gathered everyone she explained the situation and they agreed to leave him alone, unless he needed something.

Hazel kept her promise and brought him lunch. She opened the door and was relieved to find him asleep. She touched his shoulder and he flinched awake.

"Sorry, sorry! Didn't mean to scare you. I brought your lunch."

"Thanks."

"You want me to leave?" He shrugged. Hazel wanted to cry. He's so young. Is this how young all of them were? She took a breath and sat across from him. He just stared at his food with a blank expression.

"I'm not leaving until you eat something."

"I'm a monster Hazel." He said and sobbed after a few seconds. "I killed her. I killed her, I'm a monster."

"No. No you're not. It's not your fault. Come here." She said and he latched onto her. He cried into her shoulder as she sung the song and stroked his hair, reassuring him he was loved here. That it wasn't his fault.

"Hello." Frank said and the baby looked up at him, smiling wide. His heart melted and he picked him up. Curly hair, big brown curious eyes, babbling on and on, won't stop trying to get out of his arms. Yup. This is Leo. He put him down due to him almost dropping him and he immediately went towards a wrench on the floor. Frank ran over and took it from him. "Oh no. You can't have that. Um..."

He picked him up again and started running as he squealed. When he got to Annabeth she looked confused.

"Please help."

------

"How would I know how to help?"

"I don't know you're the smart one!"

"I know how to make buildings and strategize not take care of a baby! How did this even happen?!"

"I don't know, I just found him like this!"

"Dadadadada..."

"Oh no no no I'm not your dad."

"Okay, breathe. We can figure this out. Do you think someone else here knows how to take care of one?"

"Jason?"

"I don't want to stress him out more."

"It's Leo! As a baby! It'd be stressing everyone out!"

"Okay, okay! We all pitch in. Yeah? We all take turns. There's six - eight of us now. So it should be fine."

"Yeah... okay." He started crying.

"Why is there a baby on the ship?!?!?!"

------

This is so stupid!!!!

I edited it.

[demidorks]

The Seven ft Nico + Reyna as yik yak posts!

PERCY

ANNABETH

JASON

PIPER

LEO

HAZEL

FRANK

NICO

REYNA

[lu-jack]

I just realized Percy jackson is a disney princess

Think about it, he can talk to aquatic animals and horses, and magical animal sidekicks. he is (usually) the main protagonist, is technically royal since his dad is king of the sea. He had an awful step-parent who treated him bad, but he stayed chearful despite that. All he needs to do is randomly burst into meaningful song every now and then, and BAM, he’s a full fledged disney princess, minus the dress.

[ifknlovenicodiangelo]

PJO characters & their mental state!

grover. yes i included this mf stop the grover erasure. dude is quite chill, but also has put a lot of expectations on himself, including taking the blame for thalia -> tree transformation and Sally’s abduction. also the whole pizazz with the Council of- i forget the name but all them dumb satyr dudes would have caused him to have imposter syndrome. he has anxiety, paranoid 24/7, OH and OCD.

jason. mans went through some stuff being raises by wolves, but i think because that is literally all he knew when he grew up, he wouldn’t have been affected by it much until camp jupiter, where he would have to adjust aswell as rising up to being praetor with big responsibilities and expectations. not to mention! he was abducted and had memory wiped. i reckon hes a bit of a perfectionist, has anxiety but can mask it pretty well. idk about what types of actual illnesses he has

fank, i mean, i feel like apart from his life threatening stick, and his weird ass upbringing/background, dude didn’t have a lot going for him mental wise. but he also 100% has paranoia, thanatophobia (intense fear of dying), umm and occasional anxiety. plus inferiority complex

piper. she lived with the fact that she was going do betray her best friend and bf in exchange for her dads life, finds out her relationship w Jason isn’t even valid, and watches her dad go insane. goes on a world saving quest and watches her first love die in front of her, all while trying to figure out her sexuality

hazel. she grew up as the weird kid, AND was a woc in 19… 40s? which would not have helped her situation. powers that she knew got people killed or badly hurt, and didn’t know how to control it or stop it. then homegirl is stripped from her only home and the only boy that looked out for her (and she loved!!! 😕) to some fuckn place in who knows where. cut to the chase she had to sacrifice herself to save the world for some weird earth god lady at 13. THEN REVIVED? into the modern world and has to adjust as a legionnaire and save the world. at thirteen

percy. ABUSIVE FATHER, MOTHER ABDUCTED AT RIPE AGE OF 12. two world saving prophecies! went through tartarus, and also has mad expectations (from others, but actually mostly from himself). dude has hella PTSD. its triggered by things like alcohol (duh), smell of monsters, and occasionally blood, depending on the situation. also fear dying alone.

reyna my fav girl never caught a break since day 1 fr. after literally everything she had to go through to even arrive at Camp Jupiter (fighting for her life against pirates, parting ways with her sister, her only family!, and being dumped with a life altering prophecy from Aphrodite) shes bumped up to the highest role possible, expecting to carry the legion with no support, no break, for like 9 years or so. the one person she even remotely cared for was abducted, comes back with a gf, and leaves again, leaving her alone to carry the legion and watch so many of her soldiers fall in battle. SHES TIRED AND BURNT OUT AF

annabeth. oh boy, girl runs away so so young from her bitch ass dad who cares nothing less of her, learns to fight for her life on the street with two others like her. gets hit with a prophecy that someone will come to camp to save her and be her lifelong love or something like that (correct my rust brain) and finds out this person is part of the great prophecy claiming he must save the world or will die. goes on TWO world saving quests, in which she protects percy by getting stabbed instead of him, watches her old crush/idol idk betray her then die, face her greatest fear as a daughter of Athena alone, and fall into Tartarus. burnt out gifted kid. probably has OCD, def has arachnophobia, basophobia (fear of falling), and insane PTSD!

leo. i feel like this is overlooked so much, but at like 5, mans watched his mum die in a fire that he accidentally started, was abandoned by the rest of his family, never had a home, literally running between foster homes or on the street (FOR LIKE 9 YEARS) and had to live with his own uncontrollable powers that caused the death of his mum. trauma and depression going crazy for this fella. imposter syndrome. fear of dying alone. autistic

nico. enough said

[you-cant-spell-subtext-without]

i yelled at misha for tweeting jensen instead of delivering on his promise of hazel pics. cool, cockles. anyway DOG PHOTOS WHEN.

I have been campaigning for him to react to the article since it dropped so I accept the wayward tweeting, but I do concur with you that dog pics as promised were not received and we should hold any person accountable for their text-paign (as well as campaign) promises.

So, Mr. Collins, if you're lurking, you owe us a doggo snapshot. Fank.

[saynotoshityouhate]

Chaos

Summary: Everyone was convinced you’d never meet your match. That was, until you got the literal kick to the head of a lifetime. 

Word Count: 1726

Tags/Warnings: alcohol, possible concussion, slight illegal behavior, just a little smutty

I’m feeling chaotic, let’s go dancing. Who’s in?

Your friends were used to you starting craziness as soon as you clocked out on Friday afternoon. You were sure they all got your text and rolled their eyes, but they were stuck with you at this point. 

You got all ready - glam but also comfortable - you never knew where the night was going to go. Last time you went out, you ended up dancing until 2am, and then watching the sunrise from the rooftop of an abandoned warehouse. You weren’t sure how many of these weekends you had left - your friends had started settling down and were less enthusiastic about joining you in your shenanigans. They all had tried (and failed) to set you up with their boyfriend’s friends - unable to find someone who could match your energy. But at the same time, you loved your life. You could do anything you wanted, whenever you wanted. You were financially stable, had a good job, a nice apartment...you weren’t really looking for anyone or anything to come in and change things. 

You met the girls at the club, wearing the dress that made you feel most confident, paired with your worn in Converse high tops. “HEY BITCHES!” You gave each friend big sloppy kisses on both cheeks. They handed you a drink - you were last to arrive, as usual. “Y/N, I was just telling the girls about the engagement party my future mother-in-law is planning. You wouldn’t believe how tacky it is going to be! The invitations alone…” You cut her off after pounding your drink, and pointed to the dance floor. “I’m gonna go there now. Bye!” Setting your empty glass on the nearest table, you ran over to the middle of the dance floor. 

You loved the feeling of the stereo bass pumping in your chest. The ringing in your ears blocking out your inhibitions as you moved your body without care, your skin lit up in colors and sparkles. Here, in this moment, you were truly happy. Not a care in the world. No thoughts in your head saying you were unworthy of the love your friends had found. Complete and full contentment at the life you had chosen for yourself. And it was then that you received a swift kick to the side of your head. 

A few seconds later, you opened your eyes to see the hazel eyes of a wild haired, sweaty man. “Fuuucking hell, kid! I thought for sure you were dead. Are you alright?” You blinked up at him and nodded, unsure how you got to be flat on your back in the first place. “I’m so sorry, I was carrying my best lesbian friend on my shoulders, and when we spun around, her fucking foot hit you in the head.” He wipes his hand down his shirt before handing it to you, helping you up off the floor. The man was tall, dressed in a hilarious mismatch of clothes, with a mop of brown hair that stuck to his sweaty forehead, partially covering his eyes. He sported a patchy moustache/goatee combo which brought your attention to his plush, pink lips. 

He leaned down to look you directly in your eyes, examining them closely. “I don’t think you have a concussion...are you sure you’re alright?” You took a deep breath. “Yes. Totally. Super duper alright. All good.” He chuckled a deep laugh, showing off his imperfectly perfect teeth. “Awesome. I’m Adam - we’re going to go find shit to throw off the overpass. Wanna come?” You nodded enthusiastically, never having been this lost for words in your life. He grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the bar, barely giving you the chance to smile or wave at your friends as you exited. 

Adam and his friends brought you all across the city. Finding items to keep or to toss, literally, off of the highway overpass. Your group steadily dwindled as you explored the city’s hidden pockets, eventually leaving you, Adam, and a reusable grocery bag full of spare car parts and rotten vegetables alone on the pedestrian bridge that crossed the city’s busiest highway. Standing together, you looked upon the city skyline, standing proudly against a dark sky that was littered with stars. It was your favorite view. Feeling Adam’s gaze on you, you turned to look up at him. “Everything okay?” you asked, unsure why he was making such a face. “Yeah, kid, just making sure you’re not gonna have a seizure or somethin�� dumb.” He chewed the inside of his cheek as he resumed looking at the city. 

With the early morning hour, there wasn’t a ton of good targets to toss your garbage at. “Wanna split a pizza?” You asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence. Adam smiled and nodded, giving you the chance get him back for earlier, to grab his hand and run. You took the long way, zig zagging through dark alleys, running up and down stairs, eventually landing at your favorite, hole in the wall 24-hour pizza parlor. “Jimmy!!!!” You squealed are the shop owner, waving at him and jumping up and down. The proprietor groaned, pushing himself out of his chair and walked up to the window. “What can I getcha, y/n...and friend?” Adam smiled at Jimmy, and then you, and then Jimmy again. Nervously laughing and still trying to catch his breath, he shoved his hands into his pockets. “Anything but fucking green peppers,” you both said, almost simultaneously. Jimmy rolled his eyes and headed back to the kitchen. 

“Jimmy’s the best. He almost single handedly fed me all through my senior year of college. I was building this Trojan Horse out of Amazon boxes inside my apartment and I couldn’t access my kitchen because it was full of boxes so…” Adam grabbed your face, pulling you in for a rough kiss, his pillowy lips absorbing the blow. Your eyes were wide open, arms limp at your side. Sensing you weren’t reciprocating, Adam pulled back, hands still on your face. “I’m building a boat in my apartment right now, gonna sail down the Hudson. I’ve never met anyone like you before, like me - someone who could keep up with me and not be some fucking loser.” Adam looked deep into your eyes. “We were meant to meet tonight, Y/N. I was supposed to hit you in the head with my best lesbian friend.” Adam squeezed his large hands together, smooshing your face. “Fuck the pizza, come see my boat.” 

Jimmy walked up at that moment, pizza box in tow. “No, no fucking my pizza. Here - on the house - now get out of here. And y/n, I don’t want to find this pizza on some roof or in a tree or whatever the fuck you’re planning on doing tonight.” You turned your head towards Jimmy, with Adam’s help, and said through your smooshed face “Fanks Jummy.” Grabbing the pizza, you looked back up at Adam. Adam moved your head up and down, speaking in a high pitched voice “Yes, Adam, I’d love to see your boat!” Looking down at you with a cheesy grin, you started to laugh. “Fwine, but wet go uf my fwace.” Adam flailed his arms into the air. “Well let’s fucking go, kid!” 

Adam wasn’t kidding, he really was building a boat in his living room. It was the coolest thing you’ve ever seen. “Are these old pallets? Is that a fisherman’s knot? Did you repurpose 2x4s from…” “Whoa whoa y/n don’t get a lady boner over my awesome ass boat!” Your eyes were sparkling, climbing over piles of wood and fabric and an overused power strip. “When is she going to be ready to sail?” you asked, your voice giving away your excitement. “Why,” Adam stalked towards you, backing you up against the mast, “wanna be my sexy first mate?” Your heart was beating through your chest. This wasn’t your average one night stand, this was different - you could tell. This wasn’t the plan. But you couldn’t deny that he was your match. He was right, you were meant to meet tonight. You took a deep, shaky breath, looking into Adam’s eyes. “Aye, aye, captain.” 

Adam growled, wrapping his arms underneath your bottom and lifting you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck and legs around his waist, squealing in surprise. He slammed your body harder against the boat’s mast, shoving his tongue into your mouth and squeezing your ass as he ground his rock hard erection into your pelvis. You lifted one hand from his neck, reaching down to unbutton his jeans, the slightest graze of your fingers causing Adam’s hips to thrust. The energy of that motion cracked the fragile integrity of the mast, causing Adam to fall forwards, landing on top of you, the broken splinters of wood scratched along your back. 

You both groaned. “Fuck, kid, you ok? How’s your head?” Opening up to the same concerned, hazel gaze from earlier in the evening, you replied “Yep. Super duper.” That was good enough for Adam, who stood up quickly, ripping his jeans and underwear down, kicking his legs for assistance. You lifted your hips to shimmy your own panties down to your ankles. Adam returned to his place between your legs. Looking up at him with a grin, you laughed “ahoy, matey. shiver me timbers.” Adam grunted - “you’re so fucking weird, and so fucking wet,” he ran two fingers through your slick, “and just for me.” You whined, moving your hips to meet his hand.  “Gotta make sure you’re ready for me. Gunna drop anchor in this hot cunt.”

Adam spent the rest of the night straddled over your back, where you laid on your stomach on his bed. Using a tweezer, he removed the hundreds of tiny splinters that had embedded themselves into your skin. You sighed contentedly, taking a large sip of milk, unsure what the future held. But for the first time, in a long time, the thought of sharing that future with someone didn’t make you sick to your stomach. You turned your head to take a look at him, wearing lab safety goggles “in case one flew out at him.” Smiling, you rested your head on his pillow, before falling asleep and dreaming of sailing down the Hudson together. 

[love-love-you]

I am so sorry for what you are about to read. this is entirely can @chaoticwholesome’s fault

AN: special fanks (get it, coz Im british) to my new bf (ew not in that way) andy 4 helpin me wif da filming and directing. U rok! Yasmine ur da luv of my deprzzing life u rok 2! QUEEN ROX!

Hi my name is Michael Holbrook Penn’iman Junior John and I have curly brown hair with a pink streak that reaches into the z axis and hazel brown eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Freddie Mercury (AN: if u don’t know who he is then get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Elton John but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking role model. I’m a baritone but my range is three octaves. I have light brown skin. I’m also a student, and I go to a music school called the Royal College of Music in England where I’m in the first year (I’m seventeen). I’m gay (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly rainbow. I love the Gap and buy most of my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a rainbow cape with matching feathers around it and black pants, a blue vest and a black top hat. I was wearing white face paint. It was rain rain raining so there was no sun, which I was very identity mad about. A lot of record execs stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

“Hey yo Mika!” shouted a voice. I looked up. It was...Billy Brown!

“What’s up Billy?” I asked.

“Nothing.” he said shyly.

But then, I heard my mubbins call me and I had to go away.

AN: IS it good? PLZ tell me fanks!

[deluxedolans]

8 for the drabbles?

AHHH okay first of all, your writing is fucking fire so the fact that you’re even in my inbox is 🤩🤩🤩. also, thank you so much for even coming in my inbox and giving me a prompt!!! you are so so sweet and i love you for that 💙💙💙

8.) the floor is lava!

a multitude of things woke ethan up at 7:30 AM.

the first thing that disturbs ethan’s comatose-like state is the sunlight shining through the blinds. the white shades did little to prevent the unforgiving ball of fire from painting shadowy patterns across the comforter, and most certainly did little to protect the bright light from piercing his eyelids.

the second thing that wakes ethan up is the pitter patter of little feet. about half an hour ago, the slapping of his children’s toes against the hardwood in addition to their whispers had ethan peeking an eye open, and subsequently flopping over on his side. ethan knows that the little ones will be in eventually, but he plans to hold out for as long as possible.

the third thing that wakes ethan up is the immediate urge to throw up in addition to a throbbing headache. ethan’s stomach turns as he shifts in bed, the memories of the previous night at your work party flits through his mind and has him groaning softly as he digs his head deeper into his pillow.

“e, i can hear ‘em,” you grunt, wiggling further under ethan’s arm.

ethan flops his free hand over his face in an attempt to shield his eyes from the sun. “i cannot go get them,” he insists.

you roll your eyes as you lift his arm off his face, the appendage heavy with deadweight. “yes, you can. i do it everyday, s’your turn,” you whisper as you press soft kisses onto his temple, finger tips grazing lightly into his pecks. usually, anytime your nails graze his skin, ethan is purring like a cat, only today, he is lying limp like a dead fish out of water.

“baby, i can’t.” his voice is dead serious, eyes wide. “i could throw up on them, i’m so serious.”

“you are so dramatic, you didn’t drink that much,” you reason as you rest your head on his chest, nose touching the tip of his jaw.

“y/n, your boss, his vice president and i played kings on the balcony,” ethan deadpanned, bloodshot eyes blinking slowly.

you laugh loudly, your head flying back into ethan’s chest, his face screwing up at the sudden racket, “it was a business gathering, not a rager, ethan, what the fuck were you doing playing kings with my boss?”

ethan shrugs frustratedly, “he said that the event was lame...i didn’t think it was such a bad idea.”

“he said it was lame? what are you two? 17?!” you are incredulous as you slap his chest lightly.

“i’m an idiot, i know, i know, baby. but please, i’m begging you, can you please get danny and clara? i really am not trying to—“

“‘scuse me!” a little voice whispers as the door creeps open. ethan knows he’s fucked as soon as he hears the sugary sweet voice of clara grace. the four-year-old had recently been taught the phrase, “excuse me” and she has been using it any chance she got.

ethan sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he silently prays that he doesn’t upchuck on his son or daughter as they approach him. “snug?” danny asks softly, his arms outstretching towards ethan as his little brown head peers over the mountain of blankets.

“momma’s gonna make you guys breakfast, okay? just give me a sec,” you reply as you roll over to push yourself out of bed, placing danny on your hip.

“not hungry, momma, no fank you. daddy you play wiff us?” clara’s hazel eyes are wide with hope as she fiddles anxiously with the end of her frozen nightgown. ethan sighs; he was the most indulgent dad of his little girl, his little you. clara grace was the perfect mix of both ethan and you, with his big hazel eyes and dark hair, but comprised of entirely your features, rendering him essentially powerless to her precious nature.

“daddy can’t play right now, clara, he‘s sick,” you explain as you walk towards the door in hopes that the little girl will follow.

clara grace’s eyes get even bigger at the news that her daddy isn’t feeling well. “weally? oh no, i sorry, daddy.” clara reaches out to place her little hand on her daddy’s cheek, much how her own parents do when she’s sick or upset.

ethan can’t help but smile softly as he places his own big hand over clara’s little one. “thank you, baby. i’ll be down in a while and then we can hang out, okay?” clara nods as she puckers her lips to place a kiss on his forehead as the two of your hearts swell with love for the little girl.

“daddy, no snug?” danny asks as he sticks a thumb in his mouth laying his head sleepily against your shoulder.

“daddy will snug you all you want later, okay, buddy? i promise.” ethan’s heart breaks a little at danny’s small pout, but chuckles as the little boy reaches out his hand anyway to gently pat his head.

“how about some waffles, babies? how’s that sound?” you start to walk towards the door with danny, assuming that clara will follow (which she does for once). as soon as his family makes his way out of the bedroom, ethan flops back against the mattress, breathing deeply as he contemplates going to the bathroom to puke his regrets out.

however, little does ethan know that clara has of course lingered behind. not one to leave anyone out, especially when they’re not feeling well, clara thinks desperately how she can make her daddy feel better. the young girl wracks her brain for a solution as her eyebrows knit together in thought; chicken noodle soup is usually what her momma makes her when she’s sick but she doesn’t think her own kitchen could make soup. then, clara thinks about how her momma and daddy’s snuggles always make her feel better when she’s sick, but then she remembers that her parents said that daddy didn’t want snuggles right now. then, clara remembers what always makes her feel better: games.

with a broad smile at her brilliance, clara’s hands fly to her face in excitement. in anticipation, she backs up a few paces to give herself a running start. “1, 2, 3!” she whispers before running towards the king sized bed.

“daddy! the floor is lava!” clara grace yells as she launches herself at the bed, jumping up and down on the mattress.

ethan’s eyes widen in horror, hands immediately going to cover his mouth.

“floor is lava, daddy! gotta watch out! c’mon!”

ethan suddenly feels his stomach lurch in a way that he can’t control, and he immediately rolls over to the side of the bed to grab a trashcan, last night’s contents spilling into it.

“daddy?! daddy!” clara shrieks, her hands going up to her mouth. “daddy, you otay?!” clara grace is hysterical as she reaches out to hesitantly rub ethan’s back as he continues wretching into the trashcan.

“daddy! oh no! momma! momma, come quick! daddy’s sick, oh no, oh no!” clara cries, tears streaking down her face as she calls for the one person she can think of to help cure her daddy.

you sprint up the stairs, leaving danny stunned and confused strapped in his high chair in the kitchen. “ what’s wrong? what happened?! clara grace, what are you doing up here? i thought you were going potty,” you stand in the doorway hands on your hips as you survey the scene in front of you. ethan is so deep in the trashcan his neck is barely visible and clara has a death grip on the back of his t-shirt with one hand, as she tries to soothingot rub his back with the other.

“i went potty but wanted to see my dadddddy. i just—just wanted my daddy to feel better and—and games make me feel better so, so i jumped on the bed—an—.” her sobs make her little body shake, her eyes red-rimmed with tears.

you are in shock; you’re unsure who to tend to first, your vomiting husband or traumatized child. thankfully, ethan stops throwing up and is now just breathing heavily as he sets the trashcan back down to the ground.

“e? you okay?” you ask tentatively.

ethan’s eyes are wide as she stares at the two dolan girls in front of him. “who me? fuckin’ awesome,” he swears, unable to control his disdain for the situation.

“daddy, you so sick,” clara whines, her hands moving quickly to sooth him.

in that moment you walk quickly over to clara to pull her away from ethan, only for him to stop you.

“daddy’s okay, peanut, s’okay. i promise i’ll play later, alright? but you’ve gotta go with momma now because i am very sick.” clara nods very seriously at her daddy, her little hand once again going to stroke her daddy’s face. ethan smiles softly at her tender gesture.

“otay, daddy. i just—games make me feel better and i—i don’t wike when my daddy’s sick.” clara looks down at the sheets shamefully, her fidgeting indicating her remorse.

“i know, clara, s’okay. thank you so much for trying to make me feel better, sweet girl. i just need a nap, okay?”

clara nods again and smoothes out her daddy’s hair like a little mother hen. she scampers off to you who then picks her up with a slight groan.

“say bye bye to daddy, baby,” you smile as you wave a little to ethan with your free hand. clara waves as you two make your way out the door.

as soon as you put clara down you walk back to the doorway to make a final comment. “kings? at a work party? really, dumbass?”

“fuck off, babe,” ethan moans with his middle finger raised as he shoves his head under his pillow.

[ask-belphegor-infernal-sib]

You're hungry? Here you go! *gives him some toast and warm milk*

Hazel eyes wide, Bel accepts the milk and toast graciously. “Fank ooo!” He says through a mouthful of toast.

[monster-of-master]

K N O W  M E

Bold what applies

[BODY]

Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Toned thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Toned arms. Muscular arms. Toned stomach.Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Athletic frame, Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Small waist. Average waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Narrow shoulders. Broad shoulders. Average shoulders. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.

[HEIGHT]

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm to 150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

[SKIN]

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Moles. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scars. Birthmarks.

[ EYES ]

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Turquoise. Violet. Pink. Green. Gold. Hazel. Crimson. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

[HAIR]

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly.Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut, sort of. Afro. Pompadour. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Past hip-length. Buzz cut. Bald. Weave. Hair extensions. Jaw length. Layered. Mohawk. Ponytail. Braid. Locks. Box braids. Faux locks. White. Going Grey. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blonde. Strawberry Blonde. Ombre. Ash brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Sickly green?, Orange. Ginger. Red. Auburn. Dyed. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.

[TATTOOS/PIERCINGS]

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. Back tattoo. Shoulder blade tattoo. One tattoo. Face tattoo. Hand tattoo. Henna tattoo. Wrist tattoo. Forearm tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoos. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Ear piercings. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Top of the ear. Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretched out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

[COSMETICS]

Guyliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy guyliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Nude lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears war paint from time to time. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Never wears make-up.

[SCENT]

Floral. Herbal. Earthy. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Fur. Sweat. Food. Incense. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Cold. Fresh. Metal. Rain. Chemicals.

[CLOTHES]

Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/Form-fitting dress. Cardigans. Tunic. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports-T-shirt. Sweatpants. Tanktop. Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Leather jacket. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. High slit dress/skirt. T-shirt.Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Waistcoat. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Basketball shorts. Boxers/Boxer-Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sportsbra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Cotton. Linen.Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Light colors. White. Black. Dark colours. Fur/Faux fur. Revealing clothing. Heavy armor. Medium armor. Light Armor.

[SHOES]

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes. Leather boots.

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[askalt2d]

All of Stuart’s frustration comes out sometimes, of course. He’s trapped in a tiny bed in a fluorescent-lit hospital room for days, weeks, with his only time out of bed spent either learning to walk again, being bathed, or being carted around in a wheelchair. Of course he’s frustrated. Of course he’s upset. Of course he’s bored. And he feels shitty for making his husband put up with the same thing.

So that morning, he decides to do something about it.

2D comes back from getting breakfast to find Stu’s bed empty.

“...love? Are ya in the toilet?” He knocks lightly, and the door swings open. It’s empty.

Stuart’s wheelchair is gone, too. Panic starts to rise in 2D’s chest.

“Stu? Wh-where are ya?” He sets down his food and Stuart’s protein slurry. “Stu!”

The first person he goes to, since she nearly ends up getting bowled over as 2D rushes out of the room, is Anna. “Oh! H-hi, 2D, how are–“

“Stu’s gone.” His eyes are white with fear. “I-I dunno where ‘e went. The wheelychair’s g-gone too. Did ‘e get kidnapped? Sh-should we call the p-police?”

Anna steadies him. “I’m sure he’s okay, 2D. Breathe deep, o-okay? We’ll find him.”

2D obeys, breathing in shakily as the pair of them approach the desk. “‘Scuse me, d-did ya see a wicked ‘andsome blue-haired m-man come through ‘ere?” he asks the nurse blinking at the computer. “In a wheelychair?”

She glances up at him and then back down to her work. “Yup. He asked where the front entrance is.”

A worried whine of distress leaves 2D. “A-and ya told ‘im?!”

“...that’s my job, sir.”

Anna takes 2D’s hand. “Let’s go. Thanks, Justine.”

They take the elevator down to the first floor. 2D chews his fingernails the whole time, tapping his foot rapidly. “D-did ‘e try to go an’ visit Parker? She’s comin’ over at noon...why didn’t he wait? W-wot if ‘e get hit by another car? Wot if–?“

“Hey, hey. It’s alright.” Anna faces him, her hazel eyes steady and calming. “Breathe with me, okay? He’s gonna be fine. Both of you will be fine.”

2D lets out a deep breath, chest shuddering a bit, as the elevator door opens. “...o-okay.”

They’re walking quickly to the front entrance when 2D notices a flash of motion out of the corner of his eye. He turns.

Stuart is waving to him from the checkout line at the gift shop. There’s a box of stationary in his lap, and a bemused smile on his face at seeing his husband here.

A sob of relief breaks from 2D as he rushes to him, throwing his arms around Stuart. “F-fank goodness you’re o-okay!”

What happened? Stuart signs to Anna, literally behind 2D’s back as he hugs him.

Gone from bed, she signs back. Husband worry.

Oh. Stuart smiles sadly and soothingly pets 2D’s hair.

“I f-f-fought you’d left the ‘ospital!” 2D is saying, tears making Stuart’s hospital gown damp. “I fought– m-maybe ya were tryin’ t-to go home...”

Stuart gently cups his cheek and lifts his face up, kissing him softly. You’re my home, he signs, smiling. Why would I leave?

This gets a choked laugh out of 2D. “Th-that’s pretty gay,” he mumbles fondly, petting his husband’s cheek. “Let’s go back up, o-okay? I got breakfast.”

Okay. He looks back over at Anna. Thank you, Stuart signs to her. Have breakfast with us?

“I’d love to.” She smiles.