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[graffiti-bi]

Winterhawk Bingo Round 4 Masterpost

(Aka I have about 6 of these spaces sitting half finished in Google docs.)

O1- Unrequited Love

Running Circles in My Head- Bucky's Fine, he swears.

[motherofqups]

Portrait by @asrabounding

(sketch is mine)

Weights & Measures on AO3 (Explicit)

Playlist

Character Info

Name: Lazuli "Lilu" Lux Keshet

In-game bio: A lonely artist standing in a long shadow

Birthday: January 13th

Star Signs: Capricorn sun / Virgo Rising / Libra Moon

Gender: Cisgender woman

Sexuality: Bi/pan

Familiar: redacted

Patron Arcana(s): the Fool

Magic: redacted, illusions, healing, and transmutation (plus a little of everything else)

Love interest(s): Maël

Favorite color: Lavender

Favorite food: Prawn Sibyan, Spaghetti Scampi, violet konpeito

Favorite drink: Jasmine tea

Favorite season: Winter

Favorite flower: Lilacs

Favorite ice cream: Lavender honey

Favorite fruit: Plums

Favorite things to do: paint, draw, graffiti, read, long walks or hikes in nature, generally get into mischief with her friends, listen to Maël play piano

Height: 5’10

Body type: Willowy, narrow hips and shoulders. Described as having a "dancer's body"

Eyes: Light gray with a touch of blue, white in some lights

Hair: ice blonde, straight, to her waist

Distinguishing features: Mark of the bargain on her left forearm. Medium toned skin, freckles all over her body, particularly her neck, chest, and face. Beauty mark above her lip. Very long, light hair and light eyes. Impossible to clock who her bio father is. Can definitely clock who her mother is.

Trinkets: a velvet choker with a piece of lapis lazuli and a pentacle charm; a detail paintbrush she trimmed herself; a shamshir sword, the handle set with lapis lazuli, opal, and amethyst; an ornate glass and gold chalice

YES you can draw Lazuli. YES you can write about her, if you’d like. Please give me credit for her, and tag me in whatever you post! :)

Piccrew by UmmMandy

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Dollmaker by UmmMandy

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[vel-hell-ael31]

Introduction

Full name: Axel Marc Anthonyson

Nicknames: Axie -Anthony -Tony - Sonny - Single Father- Greñas

Sexuality: ⚣ Gay

Ethnicity: American 🇺🇸

Place of birth: Columbus, Ohio, United States

☆彡彡-Physical Appearance- ミミ☆

Age: 17

Eye color: Hazelnut

Hair color: Dark brown

Hair style: Curly. Mullet, cut on the sides of the head.

Height: 1'85cm

Voice: Warm. Don't worry. Intimidating when angry or upset

☆彡彡-Favorites-ミミ☆

Color: Green, Black, White and Brown

Animal: Cats, dogs, parakeets, ferrets and lizards

Other: Spend time with his friends. Watch movies. Go anywhere on a skateboard.

Hobbies: Draw. Go do Graffiti. Read. Write. Listen to music. Go for a walk with her pets. To be with her friends. Art. Photography. Basketball. Guitar

☆彡彡-Family-ミミ☆

Mother: ✝︎ Laila Steward

Born 07/18. She die at the age of 48.

Father: Jake anthonyson

Born 01/23

☆彡彡-Relations-ミミ☆

Best Friends: Arthur D'Oyly and Isabella Ruiz

Crush: ????

Couple: ????

☆彡彡-Traits-☆彡彡

Introvert. From time to time arrogant. Faithful. Genuine. Somewhat demanding with his work. Considered. He is usually spiteful when someone deceives him or is disloyal. Honest. Comprehensive. Protective. Tolerant. calm and patient

CHARACTERS!

↓

──── ❝Axel Anthonyson❞ ───

"The art boy"

▪17▪

❝1.85m❞

⚣ gay

●○●○ဗီူ●○●○

[Neta, are you telling me that those five sticks are a person? We have quite a lot of work to do if you want to pass...]

─── ❝Rodrick Heffley❞ ───

"The boy in the band"

▪16▪

❝1,70m❞

⚥Bisexual

●○●○ဗီူ●○●○

[Let's see, sir "I know how to draw and you don't" How the hell do you want me to draw it? Look at him, my brother is literally a stick. ]

──── ❝ Isabella Ruíz❞ ───

"The Bestie Goss"

▪16▪

❝1,60m❞

⚢Lesbian

○●○●○●○

[Just look in the mirror Ax; you're the graphic representation of "lovesick fool" And no, I don't make that face with Allison.]

──── ❝Arthur D'Oyly❞ ───

"The DJ Friend"

▪16▪

❝1.78m❞

⚥Pansexual

⚲ Gender Fluid

●○●○●○●○

[Brother, what do you want me to tell you...if you don't keep it, someone else will take it, or worse, another. Now help me make Maxie jealous at the party. ]

───❝Allison Williams❞───

"The bad girl"

▪17▪

❝1'67❞

Bi-curious(?

●○●○●○●○

[Hum... Maybe she fell to the ground and searched badly. But, one thing... What was that "she's eating Allison" scandal, huh? Do you like the idea? that's why you're so red right?]

────❝Lucian Smith❞───

"The German Boy"

▪16▪

❝1'80❞

⚥Pansexual⚥

●○●○●○●○

[What do you want me to tell him? Hey, hello... I'm Lucian, I've wanted to talk to you since the beginning of the course... But I didn't dare until now, you seem very cute... He's behind me, right?]

────❝Maxie Miller❞───

"The boy from the skating rink"

▪16▪

❝1'76❞

⚥ Bisexual

●○●○●○●○

[Hello, some skates for two hours please... You're Arthur, from my class, right?]

──── ❝Jake Anthonyson❞ ───

"The father"

▪57▪

❝1.80❞

⚤ Straight

●○●○●○●○

[I know that since mom is not here I have focused only on the company... But honestly I am very proud of you.]

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✰ Glance is a fanfic inspired by the Disney movies "The Diary of a Wimpy Kid" which in turn is based on the book series by author Jeff Kinney. But the story of Axel, his friends and Rodrick is completely mine.

✰ Character information taken from Wikipedia, Fandom and Amino. The height is an approximation.

✰ The photos are not mine, only the edited ones. Credits to their respective owners.

✰ Possible containing +18 (it will be notified before its appearance) and profanity.

✰ Efforts will be made to follow the thread of the series

✰ Story with Homosexual content. gay. yaoi. If you don't like it, I kindly ask you to withdraw without making bad comments

✰ There will be some other misspelling that will be corrected later. I make mistakes, I'm not a machine. Of course, he accepted constructive criticism and so on, but said with respect, not with mockery or etc.

✰ If you have any ideas or suggestions, you are free (obviously if you wish) to tell me privately or in the comments. Even if it's something minimal, you can tell me, it won't bother me, rather, you'll make my day

✰ I will try to narrate and make it understandable as well as possible.

✰ From time to time, it is inevitable for me to have some writer's block. I hope you understand me

✰ My native language is not English. I am very sorry if there are mistranslated or misspelled words.

✰ The story will start with some events from the first book/movie and then something from before the second book/movie "Rodrick's Law" although most things will come from my imagination, there will be references and situations based on the books/movie.

(Boys love)

The story is about a homosexual couple of men. If you don't like this containing, I ask you to refrain from making any bad comments and retire.

(Girls Love)

The story will also deal in part with a homosexual couple of women. If you do not like this content, please refrain from making any bad comments and retire.

[emcscared-whumps]

WiJ 2023 - 27: Unstable (2/10)

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I'm finally back in the swing of writing! The exchange over on WLC was honestly super fun, and I very much enjoyed making my gift :) (You guys can expect to see that after the creator reveals on 29/08)

While the deadline was approaching, I chose to focus on that rather than continuing my WiJ miniseries, but now that's all done, we're back off hiatus!

(I still have some treats I want to make, but I'm gonna have a lot more balance between the art and writing now).

Enjoy the continuation :)

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CONTENT AND WARNINGS: Hypervigilence, mentioned disordered eating and references to being underweight, not a lot else yet lol, just angst lol

wc: ~1k

The nearby restaurant Cole chose was... homely.

No, it was run down; the cloudy windows were so covered in torn old menu posters that they barely counted as windows, and the bricks which seemed to previously be white were stained a dull grey, and covered with creeping weeds. One panel of the door had a piece of graffitied ply where glass would’ve been.

Wonderful.

The inside appeared only marginally tidier, but the aromas that drifted from the kitchen made the unappetising façade appear charmingly dishevelled. Cole still would’ve preferred somewhere else, maybe an alley café, but this was the nearest shelter that seemed quiet and somewhat private behind the screens of the booths.

Pete’s breaths still came shallow and laboured, but they slowly improved since they had been seated and ordered drinks.

The silent tension between the two had not, and quickly became too much.

“Feeling any better?”

Whether out of embarrassment or shame, Pete didn’t glance up for more than a second before nodding and returning his gaze to the floor. He barely acknowledged the waiter when they delivered a tray laden with cups and saucers, and a steaming teapot swaddled in a plain cosie, not even to thank them. Instead, his shaky hands fidgeted in his lap.

“Thankyou,” Cole said and sent the waiter off, “we’ll take a moment to look over the menu.”

A small bubble of guilt sparked in Cole’s chest; Pete’s coldness was a testament to the stress he was under. Maybe bringing him so far into the city was a mistake, maybe it was too much for him to handle yet— he’d only just begun venturing out of Kate’s terrace again, and even getting him off the island took a lot of convincing.

Cole took the pot, watching the warm, rich tea flow from the spout.

He’s just shaken, he thought. Maybe he’ll loosen up after he’s eaten and rested.

He slid a steaming cup toward Pete, “Please have some, it’ll help warm you.”

“...Th... thanks...”

Pete finally raised his gaze from the table and briefly met Cole’s before surveying the restaurant, and finally, his tea. Each movement he made was lined with tension and practiced precision; from his ginger grip on the cup to the slow, calculated delicacy of his sips which he took only after careful inspection.

His guard was up. Perhaps, even more than before, and it was coming down for no one.

Cole shrivelled inwardly, and worked on his own tea, adding a splash of milk and dragging the menu closer before wrapping the cup in his palms. He let the warmth seep into his gloves. It had an odd flavour. Briefly, Cole wondered what kind of tea it was before turning his attention back to the menu. It seemed simple, containing mostly hearty dishes. Some were curries, some were heavy pasta dishes... Oh, the boule soups looked nice...

“Yes,” Pete murmured suddenly, seeming to relax marginally into the bench, “a bi—a bit. B-better, I mean.”

It took Cole a moment to recall his earlier question that he’d thought Pete had ignored. He gave an approving hum; ���You’ll feel better again after we get some food into you... How do you feel about a soup boule?”

Cole could tell he had Pete’s full attention, even though he tried to hide it. He could faintly hear the young man’s stomach gurgle.

Pete wet his lips, “Y—yes please, it... it sounds n-nice.”

“Would you prefer onion, tomato, or beer cheese soup?”

As if dumbfounded and overwhelmed by the options, Pete hesitated, struggling to answer before perusing the menu himself.

“O—onion... p-please,” he said.

The smaller, cheaper option.

Cole was sure he’d want something more than that—he was as skinny as the day he left the House’s prison, and he had to be ravenous, especially after his ordeal just minutes ago. Cole was about to insist until he noticed the sudden reversion of Pete’s body language; his gaze was fixed on the table again, and he seemed to make himself smaller.

Cole sighed inwardly and thought better of forcing the matter. Clearly, something here was a sensitive topic with awful implications, but any approach would demand the utmost delicacy, so he decided against asking anything overtly.

When the waiter came back to take their order, Cole made sure to also request generous amounts of sides, and when the food arrived, even though it took many coaxing invitations, he was pleased to see Pete take advantage of the extra food.

He really must have been hungry to even try, because despite the obvious effort to eat more, as Cole instructed, he looked glum and guilty, seemingly addled by restraint. Cole could feel his eyes carefully observing the amount he ate, as if he were worried he wasn’t going to get enough.

“You don’t have to worry about me,” Cole said, “I’ve almost had my fill, please, have yours.”

Pete paused.

There was fear in his eyes, well beyond their usual anxiety. Cole’s heart ached. Truthfully, he hadn’t eaten as much as he usually would, maybe he would’ve finished the bread of the bowl and the rest of the sides, but he couldn’t refuse Penny and Mel’s offer of their special glitter slice. He said, “It’s your right not to go hungry. No matter what you say, you don’t deserve to starve. No one does,” Cole said, “least of all, you.”

“I—I’ve had—h-had my f-fill,” Pete said firmly, clearly adhering to some unknown harmful, standard that had been set for him.

“Okay then, as long as—”

A deep boom rocked the ground, rattling their dishes and the already flimsy panes of glass. Shouts rose on the street outside, and Pete stood suddenly, on the edge of panic, prepared to run. Dust streamed from the ceiling with a hiss.

The building’s very core groaned with the stress of the shockwave, the whole building seemed to sway around them.

“Wh-what’s—what was th-that—”

“We need to leave. Now, it’s not stable,” Cole said urgently, laying down credits on their table and standing, but before they made it to the door, another explosion rocked the building and a deep, terrifying crack sent its own shockwaves through their chests. Agony shot through Cole’s entire body and sudden darkness overtook his world before he could scream.

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(I'm no longer tagging the WiJ archive because I'm posting outside of July, and I'm 90% I shouldn't?? Unsure lol)

[rustbeltjessie]

5. Age 12. I realize, like really realize, that I like (like, like like) both boys and girls. I declare myself a riot grrrl and a punk. I cut my hair hella short; start wearing combat boots, army surplus coats, chains. I want to be Kurt Cobain and Courtney Love, Thurston Moore and Kim Gordon. I still get told I look like a boy. I also get called a dyke for the first time.

6. It’s the early ‘90s. Queerness and androgyny are somewhat accepted for celebrities, but not for regular people, at least not in my mid-sized southeastern Wisconsin town. If you’re at all gender non-conforming or non-heterosexual, you get called a dyke or a fag or a freak or all three, interchangeably.

7. No one believes bisexuality exists. If you say you’re bi, everyone assumes you’re just a homo too scared to fully come out, or you’re a hetero trying to be ‘different.’ Or you’re just an indecisive, greedy slut.

8. Anytime I get a crush on a girl, I write in my journal: Oh, I like girls so much, I must really be gay. Anytime I get a crush on a boy, I write in my journal: Ugggh, boys are so cute, I must really be straight.

9. I start cutting myself. I start smoking. I start writing zines and slam poetry and I start trying suicide.

10. I get called a dyke and a fag and a freak. I throw my lot in with the other misfits. The kids two, three, four years older, and the handful of others my age who get it. The other queer kids, zine-writers, alterna-girls and boys, kids with green hair or shaved heads and nose rings. Theater geeks and Rocky Horror reenactors, bedroom magicians, thriftstore shoppers, delicate cutters, graffiti artists, amateur arsonists, seasoned shoplifters. Riot grrrls and indie rockers, grungy dirtbag skaters, punks and goths and industrial kids, hippies and hardcore hip-hoppers and suburban Rastafarians and all the kids who don’t fit into any one subculture but just love all of it as long as it’s outside the mainstream.

11. Is anyone in the mainstream? RENT will ask, just a couple years later.

—Jessie Lynn McMains, from Reckless Chants #26: I: Forever New (Protection from Binaries, Pt. 2), October 2022

[izaralevine]

➵  BASICS

NAME: Izara "Kit" Levine GOES BY: Kit. AGE / D.O.B: January 5th, 1991. [33 yo.] FACECLAIM: Olivia Swann GENDER & SEXUALITY: Cisfemale. Bi. HOMETOWN: East Side, New York. CURRENTLY: Bronx, NYC. AFFILIATION: N/A | Civilian JOB POSITION: Auto mechanic by trade. (Renting her own garage: GASKIT & WHEELS in the Bronx.) Graffiti artist and tinkerer by night. EDUCATION: High School Diploma. Apprenticeship in Auto repair. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single. CHILDREN: None.

➵  TRAITS

POSITIVE: Humorous, Adventurous, Patient, Independent, Kind. NEGATIVE: Flighty, Temperamental, Difficult, Untrusting, Abrasive.

➵  BIOGRAPHY

TRIGGERS: parental abuse tw, toxicity tw.

A single moment has more power than anyone would dare admit; a split second; a mistake; an error of judgement that decides the fate of the next second, and then the next… until there’s no more left.

A loose bolt — shaken loose, can dismantle a well oiled machine. Send it crashing to pieces; a crushing weight of responsibility acts much the same.

There is nothing sanctimonious about it, there is no pleasant drift off into an ocean to be taken by darkness. It is brutal, unforgiving and without mercy. The only comfort that clouds the minds of those prey to their own misdeeds, is the haunting curse of hindsight.

The what if’s; the if one could turn back the clock and change something —- those futile little pleads can be heard, loudly, but often, it’s even more regrettable than succumbing to the inevitable abyss.

A broken heart outweighs it all; there are far worst things than death, in some eyes.

There’s always been stories of things that go bump in the night. Often passed down from one generation to the next, real horrors that would sicken the unsuspecting. And what young impressionable child ever expects to hear the chilling tales detailing how monsters stole lost loved ones? The kind of beasts that send little girls to bed with one eye open and invoke nightmares the moment that eye falls shut.

Because it does only take a moment.

And the difference between those little children and Izara Levine, was that Iz would wake up the next morning. Sweating, screaming — a nightmare invoked by a mother who loved to scare her child to sleep. There was no comfort. A household of toxicity; there was always a lesson to be learned, somewhere.

Not everyone had the blessing of being protected by innocence, parents who ensured she was prepared for the never ending war of the world; a childhood without wool over ones eyes. She’d sleep with a knowledge of the harshness of outside her walls, knowledge of exit strategies and made promises she didn’t understand to troubled, paranoid parents who believed the world was out to get them.

Izara has no explanation for her bravery, besides childish wonder — because she wasn’t always afraid to go to bed at night. Didn't cower when the doors locked. Sometimes, on good nights, she'd scamper through the dark with a torch — crawl through those little shortcuts curious children discovered when their guardians weren’t looking, and find a reason to no longer be scared.

A child can only get so terrified before they become desperate for sanctuary.

Axel Reyes was hers.

And he had been since she could write her own name, then later his — and then still when they both signed off school papers, and found reasons to enjoy the slithers of childhood they had left.

She was a spirit, always smiling then — fuelled by the belief that they could defeat all those stories her mother told; the fairytales with dark endings. Numb, and desensitised as she grew, she found comfort in tinkering - engineering things that would trap night time monsters; did everything she thought could give her an edge in a brutal world. And always the mischievous one sneaking additional crafting supplies into school, and parties.

The next morning, new graffiti ended up on the walls of the science block.

To counter the vandalistic tendencies, she had an eye for recycling the things lost to time, and making them anew. Trinkets she could artfully redesign for art pieces, another kind of gift for Axel and eventually, on a larger scale, they planned to rent a garage when they left home. She liked the carpentry, the paint that clogged up the cracks in her art gear. A knife her pallet knife, often clamped between teeth as her hands busy away with her makeshift tool belt. Made herself.

She saw less of her parents; their monsters, and more dreamlike things in the way she echoed old traumas to new creations.

Just as when they got older, matured; it became obvious that Izara and Axel were not sharing a bed because she was avoiding nightmares anymore.

The Kit she was rarely seen without, worn with each day attached to her hip. From art supplies, to crafters tools, to bandages. Izara liked to be prepared for it all — when creativity struck; when the world became a little too much for someone who were forced to enter the outside with different eyes; the childlike ones, she knew reality was as truly unkind as her parents had once taught her.

But, with Axel. She made the very best of it. And after high school, she apprenticed at a mechanic’s garage. Dirtied fingers, an oiled up tool belt — and a sight for the crafts. She found that monsters from childhood seemed so far away. Stories were spun into Grimm fairytales, and she had charge of her own path.

Eventually, amongst the garage, it became a running joke; “Kit” became her doted name - and emergency response would just be “Get Kit”, and everyone just knew. A car needed a better set of eyes, a bike needed a custom mod nobody wanted to take on. She’d take the challenge, and she’d charge them for the extra creativity.

Axel and Izara were good; a team, had secrets between them that would never be voiced to another soul. Bravely fierce in how they overcame unorthodox childhood’s, nobody made her smile quite like Reyes could. Or laugh, or gave her quite the muse to mural the walls they passed with such passion — mostly, at the cost of taxpayers — and another, as a finger to the government for trampling on her engineers of the art world.

Kit had made waves as an apprentice, learned the trade — had a standing; proven herself to be a creative just as she was a proficient mechanic. Found the mischief in her smile; her place amongst the dark of the world.

By the time they’d ended their teens, they were known to be inseparable.

So came the ring.

And so came the downfall.

The day her heart broke into pieces and shattered the visage of there ever being good in the world. Monsters, like in her childhood stories had nothing on this — nothing on the pain of heartbreak. She knows dramatics. She remembered dropping her gear, she remembered running to find answers, fingers in her tool kit for something to help — like she could tinker her own heart back together; bandage it up. Anything. She did not understand that New York was rife with unpleasantries. Distance, fears, and the distrust that had driven a wedge between them had extinguished the beacon of hope.

It hurt more than the stranger offloading a bullet in the garage did.

Whilst the pain that tore through her shoulder was agony. The culprit was already gone by the time anyone came to Kit’s aid.

She didn’t understand; neither did the police. Unprovoked shooting, at a relatively small time garage. Where’s the motive? Where does the blame go?

Where was anyone? Where was he?

Kit thought she would die.

Maybe she wished she did, in that moment knowing Axel had cut her heart in two the day before.

Kit recovered. Her heart did not. Yet, her hands did, her muscle movements came back; her spirit snuck back in and she focused on her work, her engineering — the cars; the bikes. Felt new comfort in oil stained fingers that she did her best to be the survivor of sheer bad luck.

Her heart, it knows different.

Then, when the small world of New York finally become claustophobic; desires to see the rest of the world came. A backpack, a story in every new town, village, city — something other than New York, and it's small-minded people.

She’s haunted by those nights, plagued with memories that remind her of what she’s lost almost a decade ago. And eventually, when funds ran out, she had to come back. She had to work; to fix broken things.

Kit remains a crafter, found odd jobs across the city for businesses that required something that the vandal artist could capture. She started smiling again, albeit, a broken one.

But she never publicises where she came from, what she went through — her scar, if she could help it, a new fear that despite how near a decade of adjustment had treated her with as much kindness as a slow falling sledgehammer. Kit wasn’t about to trust anyone with any piece of her again.

➵  CONNECTIONS

SAL LEVINE | Father. ROSE WICKE | Mother. AXEL REYES | Ex-fiancé. CLARK CAIN | Friend & regular client @ Kit's repair shop. LUIS CARRASCO | Unoffical Bestie & Backpacker buddy.

➵  HEADCANONS

She wears her engagement ring on a chain around her neck.

Small hole-shaped scar above her left collar bone from the shooting, over a decade ago.

Free spirited, attempts to make light of any situation where she can.

A little rough around the edges type of gal. An entire list of bad habits she doesn’t think are actually bad habits.

Handmade Kit at her waist 90% of the time, tools and first aid equipment etc. She’d feel naked without her belt.

Reluctant to befriend anyone on the first encounter; trust issues through the roof; old habits die hard.

Likely to pull a wrench on someone if there’s some bad vibes there.

Estranged from her parents, cut them out after highschool. Doesn’t keep in contact if she can help it.

Has been through ( and sometimes still does ) a graffiti phase where she tagged some street art around NYC, with a ‘K’ for Kit. She’s not Banksy, but she’ll definitely say she’s the Van Gogh of wall murals.

Now rents out a garage space for herself; self employed, from a shady person she barely trusts. Asks for cash, which she provides. Usually, asks for cash from clients too. Makes life easier.

Like any good cookie, has some tough outside to get through, but is soft inside — once one breaks through the childhood, and teenage trauma.

[neon-u-dumb-shxtty-child]

MORE YUL/JAMES/AIDEN HCS IM LITERALLY DYING RN /pos

Idk if you mean like them as a trio or separately so you get random headcanons

Yul definitely posts digs at everyone in camp and Aiden/James reply with a dumb meme centered around Yul

James’s (and Yul’s) bi awakening was Aiden lol

James loves horror movies while Aiden is terrified of them and Yul doesn’t care for them

Aiden likes to paint, and he mainly paints the sky the most of all

James loves to post videos of Aiden doing small things to his story and write something dumb like “look at my boyfriend he’s pretty <333”

Yul graffitis peoples houses when he’s bored

Aiden has a lot of teddy bears, he just brought his favorite to camp

James gets little sleep due to being online so much

James probably liked all of Aiden’s posts and put them on his story to promote Aiden’s account

[dawsonskyelar]

Hi! I saw your "Meet the character - Nick Hayes" And I was curious about one thing: what inspired you to create Nick? Like, what created the spark of inspiration that started the road to where he is now? He seems like a well-written character!

OMGOMGOMG AN ASK!!! Sorry but I had to laugh when I read that you think Nick is a well-written character because the source character is most definitely not (in my opinion) and I'm just taking the preexisting canon to fit my story. I do hope he becomes his own person in the process, though!

As I mentioned several times, my characters are inspired by the manga Naruto. I read a fanfic and was like 'Oh, what if I put my own twist on this concept?' And so Sebastian and Nick, and the idea that they travel to a new dimension where their other selves have everything they want, were born.

Nick is pretty much if Naruto were born in the current world we live in. They love being around people and put them before themselves first. Nick is an artist because the first chapter shows Naruto graffiti-ing public property, LOL. Their parents died when they were just newborns. I just made him bi because Naruto deserves to get all the pussies and dicks I want to write Naruto in as many hot scenes as I can I want to explore the stereotypes of bis being sluts and how that affects Sebastian's view of Nick. And I gave him a dark arc because I want to see him turning 'evil' and see how sunshine boys can be corrupted.

Thank you for the ask! I hope you'll check out my novel! It's in my pinned post if you're interested!

[herluminosity]

Day 42

i have bi polar disorder. I have high highs and low lows. can be good for months, till im triggered from one thing. I have many triggers. too many triggers. i been through hell. bullying, gaslight, mental abuse, abandonment, s£xual assault and such sometimes i want to off myself. or others. and im scared of myself because of that. because of my thoughts because of what i can do i don't want to hart people. i really don't but im just that broken im a shattered glass people throw away im something people don't want. im something that people can't handle. im always thrown around my family to see who can handle me and so far… no one can handle me.

sometimes, to cope, i read listen to music or write down what i feel or bad stuff. not always the latter. if i could, i could punch a hole in the wall i onced wrote down everything i felt, or drawn, in a locked box. it was so full it wouldn't close then later, i exploded. i graffitied on the walls of my bedroom in my grandparents house (when i was living with them) on all the walls with sharpie i was soon sent to a mental hospital im not okay and i want to be okay. i really do. im just so broken.

[libidomechanica]

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[thelvstresort]

Trent Reese Corkley was born on May 3rd, 1985 in Birmingham, Alabama to a Joshua and Esther Corkley. Growing up in a Roman Catholic home was challenging for Trent but he managed, always being on his best behavior and never breaking the rules. High school was different, he met a young man around his age named Finn and it was the beginning of Trent’s downfall and uprising. Finn would encourage Trent to break out of his parents mold, such as sneaking out late, missing Bible study, trying new music, and Trent loved it all. More importantly he started to fall in love with Finn.

They started dating in secret freshman year of high school. Finn didn’t want to keep it a secret but he knew that Trent had a good reason, his parents would be pissed. In school, they seemed like best friends. Trent was the school’s good kid, always on time, perfect grades, top of his class, he was well liked and had no enemies. Finn was happy for him but at times wished he had the popularity like Trent had.

Junior year is when things changed. Trent was still on his A game in school and his parents knew nothing of his escapades (sneaking out and what not). Finn got into the school’s newspaper and became a popular writer but the pain of no one knowing he was dating the most popular kid in school ached at him and that Trent could be his true-self, which Finn assumed was eating at Trent. One day one of the higher ups in the newspaper came to Finn and asked him to write something new and exciting. Finn decided that maybe he could help both of them out.

Finn begins to publish articles about this character called ‘Tree’ who is the most popular kid in school but has a big secret, he’s a rule breaker and a flirt. Biggest thing people love, he’s based on a real person who goes to the school. People love it however a bunch of rumors start to make the story into a bigger story, and some rumors are believed to be true like Tree being a one night stand type of dude and he leaves a trail of sobbing women behind who are always left pleased but sad. Finn starts to become really popular with people always wanting to know secrets and hints. Trent is happy for him, he doesn’t read the paper but he knows Finn’s work has made Finn fans.

The next article publishes ‘Tree’ as a good boy bad boy, the type of kid who vandalizes buildings in a hot sexy way and people love it. It’s an over exaggeration of Trent’s night time behavior (walking around and looking at graffiti). The newspaper team love for what Finn has done and tells them to get the juiciest thing Finn can find, photographs are even better. Finn jumps the bandwagon and joins them, trying to think of the juiciest thing he can make. At this point, ‘Tree’ has become the Trent that Finn wants him to be, no longer who Trent really is. With the junior/senior homecoming dance, coming up, Finn knows he needs to up the anticipation so that when the night of homecoming comes, everything can be revealed and they can all be happy.

Trent asks Finn to homecoming by burning “homecoming?�� Into the grass on Finn’s lawn. Something that pisses but amuses Finn’s parents. Turns out, homecoming is on their 3 year anniversary. A week before the homecoming dance, Finn publishes the next hint, a picture of Tree’s hands, showing distinct freckles. He took it one night they were playing spin the bottled they had to do 7 minutes in heaven, while in the closet he snuck a photo. Everyone flips trying to figure it out. Yet no one knows it’s Trent. At one point, Finn thinks he’s going too far but ignores it. Finn even publishes a new thing about Tree’s sexuality, revealing him to be bi but mostly goes for men. The newspaper then reads, Tree’s Identity will be revealed at homecoming.

Night of the homecoming dance, everything is going great. Trent gets announced homecoming king and Finn is happy for him. They plan to have their anniversary date after the dance. During the dance, Finn gets pulled on stage and announces the identity of Tree. Trent stands still as a spotlight is shined on him. He knew of the popularity of Finn’s story but didn’t know the context but now people are pointing at him gasping and saying words like “gay?”, “bisexual”, “man whore,” “vandalizes” and all Trent can do is watch is his parents (school dance chaperones), look around and connect the dots that their son is this person everyone is talking about. More importantly that he’s gay and having underaged sex. His mom gives him a look that says we’ll talk about this when we get home.

Trent, mortified but trying to keep a straight face, just waves and bows his head with a slight grimace, before giving a nod to Finn like meet me outside. Finn gets his back clapped and everyone applauses him before meeting Trent who is sitting on the truck’s back twiddling his crown. Trent tells Finn’s he’s ready to start their date. They head to Finn’s house to change but Finn ends up falling asleep on his couch. Trent, upset with everything and lied to, takes Finn’s eyeliner and writes a goodbye note on Finn’s arm, telling him that he has to go and that they are done.

Next day at school, Trent is not seen. He’s never seen again. His parents take him out of school and put him into conversion therapy until he was 19 where he was ‘cured’.

After getting out of conversion camp, Trent felt lost and fell down into a deep depression. He wanted to end it. One night he took his father’s shotgun, a protection weapon he said, and went into the woods. Not knowing how to handle a gun of any kind, Trent fumbled through the tears on how to hold the thing after it was loaded, especially on how to hold it to end his life. Right when he was about to pull the trigger, a herd of deer ran through the woods and startled him, causing him to drop the gun. However when the gun hit the ground it went off, shooting his left foot. He’d limp back to the house and tell his parents a lie about what happened (he wanted to try deer hunting and it obviously failed). They’d take him to the hospital and he’d have his big toe and part of his foot amputated. From then on he decided to live the life that was quite literally written for him, even if it didn’t feel right, he no longer knew who the old Trent was.

Now a different man, in the sense that he has been taught that he was wrong for being gay, and his life being saved by the deer, Trent turns a new leaf. A completely new leaf. He goes to school for business and quickly graduates with high remarks. He opens his own bar called “From Under the Cork Tree” that focuses on poetry slam and drinks. He full envelopes the ‘tree’ character and even starts sleeping around, always as a one night stand. His bar becomes popular and people from his old high school often come by for drinks, not realizing that Trent is now who they read about, instead of who he actually was.

Here’s From Under The Cork Tree aka Trent, I’ve yet to figure out his backstory so wait for that

[sitp-recs]

SilentAuror Recs

After posting my rec for War Wounds and reminiscing with @romaine2424, I decided to do a short reclist to celebrate SilentAuror. Her fics were uploaded on AO3 last year and for those who would like to check older classics, I can’t imagine a better place to start - SA’s catalogue has almost 80 pre-2010 Drarry fics, mostly Mature and Explicit works, exploring all kinds of tropes. Some common themes are spy or redeemed Draco, Harry’s bi awakening and internalized homophobia, war angst and post-war case fic / get together. It’s fascinating to read her take on Drarry and recognize all the similarities and differences compared to new fics in terms of tropes, characterization and world building. I’ve listed below my 12 favorites but I highly recommend going through all that juicy catalogue. Enjoy!

In the Middle of Nowhere (E, 2.5k) - I couldn’t leave a road trip fic out of this list, especially when it comes with scorching watersports! Short but very hot, tender and sweetly intimate 💦

Road trips through rural America get dull pretty quickly... Warning!! This fic contains WS!!

Graffiti and Insomnia (E, 4k) - love myself some good inappropriate sexting at work, the bathroom graffiti idea is so clever and despite being a short PWP this has delightful banter and top notch characterization.

Harry can't seem to sleep these days. Perhaps it's the boredom of his office job, but all that changes with a bit of graffiti in the office bathroom one day.

Want (M, 4.5k) - sexy clubbing fic, baby! I love this take on “Slytherin orgies are better, let’s join them” and oof my heart skipped a beat watching bad boy Draco seducing a shy Harry on the dance floor, public sex ftw 🔥 scorching chemistry and some Draco/Blaise teasing, win/win for me!

Everyone knew the Slytherins went out on Friday nights, but Harry never used to be jealous...

In the Dark/The Trap (M, 8k) - grim and tense, this quiet fic follows Drarry getting stuck in a sinister house and falling together like there’s no tomorrow. Great h/c vibes

Due to a Misapparition in the middle of the war, Harry wakes to find himself stranded somewhere with a concussion, Malfoy, and no way out.

Old City Jasmine (E, 8k) - bodyguard Draco being a badass on the job and quietly pining for Harry is everything I need. Perfect mix of electric ust and a very gentle slow burn. The gorgeous Damascus aesthetics make this fic even more special, I’m itching to write another rec!

Harry is woken suddenly one night when Death Eaters break into his flat and is whisked away to Damascus and the wonder of the ancient world.

Spinner's End (E, 18k) - one of my favourite war fics, I can’t believe how much world building and character SA packed under 20k. I’m so charmed by young and clumsy Draco and Harry navigating their feelings while stuck in Snape’s old house, which becomes a comforting refuge for them during the war. The soft ending with their friends warms my heart every time.

The war is in full swing when Harry is forced to spend an unexpected stint in Spinner's End.

Portrait of a Headmaster (E, 20k) - catch me drooling over these two daddies going from enemies to lovers while working in forced proximity to save Hogwarts. I love the unusual premise of Headmaster Draco, and the adult horny tension between them is *chef’s kiss*

When Death Eaters find their way into the Hogwarts portrait collection, the Headmaster is forced to work with the Head Auror to find a way to protect the castle, including their own children.

Agnus Dei (M, 20k) - perfect friends to lovers Auror fic where Harry and Draco decide to join a church choir out of boredom. Um yes please??? Love love love their close friendship and easy intimacy, this is a perfect bedtime read!

Post-Hogwarts. Mystery abounds in the Auror Department, and two of the Aurors find themselves experiencing a friendship more intense than it should be.

Glamour (E, 22k) - classic gender-bending fic with straight Harry falling for female Draco first, and eventually coming to terms with his sexuality. Featuring the drama of awkward transformations mid-sex and sweet pining Draco handling a frustrating Harry in denial, here’s the sinfully hot porn we deserve!

Post-war: Harry is given an assignment: to assist Draco Malfoy as he carries out a month-long disguise that turns out to reveal more than it hides in the end. Warnings: EWE, gender-bending.

War Wounds (E, 30k) - a cathartic post-war fic with Harry and Draco bonding over shared trauma and going from friends to lovers in a quite organic way. Feat. confused bi Harry going through a sexuality crisis, seductive yet vulnerable Draco and a beautiful get together, sexy and intimate. Warnings below.

Some wounds take longer to recover from than others. HP/DM, with background HP/GW. Themes of alcoholism, love triangles, and dubious fidelity.

Allegiance and Sedition (E, 99k) - double agent Draco and jaded Harry get lonely and horny at the safe house and go from casual fuck buddies to lovers. This is raw, angsty and complicated and I love it. Lots of rough sex, confusing feels and a great character arc, be warned for a few character deaths though :(

The war is in its fifth year, and Harry finds himself caught up in the confusion of friend versus enemy, spy versus traitor. cw: MCD (not Harry or Draco)

Walking the Line (E, 179k) - possibly SA’s most popular fic, this classic shows spy Draco falling in love while on bodyguard duty and giving his all to protect Harry during the war. An epic romance featuring a decent amount of epistolary identity porn, gorgeous character development and a tense, intriguing Horcrux hunt as a treat!

Sixth year is over and Draco Malfoy is on the run. The war is on and an unwanted assignment is forced upon him by the only people he trusts - and a one-time arch-enemy just may be out to kill him.

[idv-marythefairy]

What your SURVIVOR main says about YOU pt. 1

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to begin with, i’d like to inform that this post is not meant to offend anyone, i made this for entertainment purposes, nothing less, nothing more! this is JUST MY OPINION on what kind of a person you are based on your main and at the same time i finna expose myself ^^. i hope you enjoy!! characters included here: doctor, gardener, thief, lawyer, coordinator, mind’s eye, perfumer, prisoner, postman, gravekeeper, acrobat, prospector and embalmer

- marythefairy_

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DOCTOR

- SOME doctor mains are pure toxic and others are so sweet (the latter i appreciate uwu)

- i can understand that you are kinda selfish since you ALWAYS want to be healed and if someone doesn’t help you during a match, you get so frustrated

- you don’t like kitting all that much but absolutely WANT to go save your teammate just because of the points or you’re in need of your team’s victory

- for my cinnamon roll doc mains: uwu <3

- you can be selfish BUT you know when to put others before you

- you prefer to stay hidden and decode and will go save only if ABSOLUTELY NECCESSARY

- you love emoting when you come across other teammates and treat them with so much care, i can’t- 💔

GARDENER

- I LOVE YOU!

- i like gardener

- it seems that she’s not the only sweet person but her mains too, they are super sweet

- you love helping your teammates by destroying chairs or distracting the hunter by using your protection bubble thingy (idk what it’s called, i just know it’s from leo)

- you must be a cottagecore baby, no doubt about that

- either that or you’re a softcore/kawaiicore baby

- THERE IS NO IN BETWEEN!!!!

- you are selfless except if all ciphers are popped and there are two people dead on your team

- and i oop, gardener is outta here!

- i get ya, i do that too, as everyone SHOULD

- you are a firm believe of “tie supremacy” because if you can’t secure a win, then a tie is the best option

- you use “don’t move, i’m coming!” a lot and attempt to save which can, sometimes, not be a successful attempt tbh

- you’re trying and that’s all that matters babe uwu

- you MUST have her skin with the blue skirt and hat, don’t lie to me

- you are, furthermore, energetic and loud and are absolutely OBSESSED with cute things and anime, PERIODT

- you love people unconditionally and have no limits

LAWYER

- he is a pretty serious person but, over here, i get the vibe that you are a goofball who can also be quite serious in some situations

- if you don’t have the christmas themed skin, go get it NOW (idk if it’s available, never really cared about his skins, sorry)

- my friend owns that skin and i couldn’t stop laughing

- i bullied her for days XD <3

- you use the correct punctuation, grammar and capital letters in texts

- your sense of humor is utterly broken, don’t you dare tell me otherwise >:( (same)

- you’re not the sweetest person but you’re not the coldest or heartless either

- you just know where you should be nice and where you shouldn’t

- you have your limits and if people ignor them, you won’t be afraid to make them regret it

- you can be a very fun person and this is why you chose him, because he’s a boring little shi-

- i like you, not your main

THIEF

- okay, i bet you have the yelling emote and you use it a lot because it’s really funny

- i used him once just because i have that emote tbh and we lost the game because we were all using it to get on wu-wu’s nerves ;)

- you think theif is just a really peculiar character and you undoubtedly love flashing the life out of the hunters with your trusty flashlight uwu

- you are a quiet and reserved person but once someone gets close to you, you show them a side of you they weren’t even aware existed

- you are a sneaky one, aren’t ya?

- you are a chaotic adorable person and you can’t change my mind

- you prefer decoding because you want to win or, at least, give your team a tie

- you like fooling around with your teammates while decoding or at the gate (never wait at the exit gate, just go smh)

- its all fun and games, though, until the hunter is close

COORDINATOR

- okay, she’s got quite the skill but if only the guns were rechargeable 🤧

- you like going “pew pew” at the hunter because you think it’s fun and so do i

- you have a savior complex (not the person trait btw)

- sometimes you carry the team

- you have high expectations of yourself and sometimes your teammates but it’s you, for the most part

- you expect to get wins but consider ties decent

- you are trying a bit TOO hard to win those games, take a break please

- you are a serious, sweet and caring person who loves caring for their own but knows when they should put themselves before everyone else

- you are somewhere in between selfish and selfless

- you like playing mind games with the hunter just because

- you’ve asked for an all-4-coordinator team on a match just to bully the hunter with your stuns (i hope i’m not giving ideas and if i ever come across that, i’ll surrender, no questions asked -.-’)

- your moto is: “keep your friends close but your enemies closer”

- you are the type of person that will never hesitate to give hell to those that underestimate you or belittle a loved one

- ✨bad b!tch energy✨

MIND’S EYE

- ok, you are RUSHING for that win

- you found mind’s eye to be the best decoder and option for you to secure a win

- you hate how every single hunter targets you from the get-go because they want to prevent cipher rush

- you either scream a lot because you’ve spawned right next to the hunter or you are very quiet and panic on the inside

- a bit of a coward but i understand, who wouldn’t be if they are the hunter’s first target?!

- you are quite and a bit of an introvert

- books over anything

- ✨dark academia vibes✨

- are you playing a musical instrument?

- are you an artist?

- you are SO CUTE!!!!!

- you must be using “sorry” a lot during the game, doing overuse it, honey

- you like to praise everyone on post-match, telling them they did everything they could and they did wonderful

- YOU ARE SO SWEET hdjejfjdjjqixidjjw

- you must have had a harry potter or anime obsession and might actually still have that

- you are the type of person that does too good at school

- you MUST be a fan of nature

PERFUMER

- whenever i got matched with a perfumer, it was always a b!tchy one, i got traumatized

- then you have those rare perfumer mains that are just such sweet cinnamon buns that they make me want to protect them at ALL costs

- you are a bit stubborn and will do anything to get things to go your way

- you are boujee and want a vey well-paid job

- you are really sweet towards your friends and family but pretentious towards people you don’t like (i don’t blame you, i do that too)

- you are either the middle child or the eldest sibling in the family

- you’re rather picky when it comes to partners, friends and food

- you can be quite indecisive

- you listen to doja cat or lana del rey

- i get bi energy

- you watch popular animes, the ones that are trending

- you like to spend time with people and/or be the center of attention

- you were sorta popular at school, too

- you are a decent person, overall 👌🏻

PRISONER

- ok, my friend is a luca main so i know EXACTLY who you are >:)

- you, dude/dudette/dudon’t, are the most weird yet fun person in existence

- you say the most absurd things ever, it creeps people out

- you are a HUGE a$$ but in a good way, idk if you understand what i mean

- you are pretty curious about how things actually work and the majority of the time your curiosity gets the best of you

- you have some kind of art as a hobby, be it music, painting, writing etc.

- you like to tease the hunters which ALWAYS ends up with your a$$ getting whooped

- chaotic, you are chaotic

- you are obsessed with anime

- you are either gay or bi/pan

- TOMBOY!!!

- your room’s a mess, clean it up and take care of yourself

- you like exploring the outside world and doing crazy things just for the experience

- sometimes you like to butt in on conversations cough my friend cough

- raging switch energy

- ily ❤️

- i think you’d be either an alt kid or an indie one

- give yourself a treat baby, you deserve it 😌🍰

- you know all the vines and memes by heart and i kin that even though i don’t main pris

POSTMAN

- AHHHH, I CAN’T!!!!!!

- ILY!!!

- posty mains are absolutely ADORABLE 🖐🏻😩💔

- you guys are energetic, sweet, kind and selfless little beans and i want to protect you with my life (you don’t have an option, i will protect you >:D)

- you’re willing to get chaired if it meant that your teammate will be safe for the rest of the game

- you LOVE animal and most specifically DOGS

- i don’t main victor but i will buy him because i have a pink skin of his and all his emotes and graffiti

- you guys thought he was adorable and since you like adorable things and people, you bought him

- i think you know EXACTLY how to use his skill and when it’s the most appropriate time to do it

- your most beloved hunter must be my lord and savior aka jojo because of his furry skin ✨😌😆

- I WANNA HUG YOU!!!!!!!!!!!! 😭🤧😭😭😭😭🤧🤧🤧💔

- you MUST be a social butterfly, you MUST have a lot of friends and they MUST adore you to bits!!

- BOTTOM

- you try to befriend hunters during a match, sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t, it is what it is, ig

- SUBMISSIVE ASF

- take as many cookies as you wish, my love 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪

- you are good at school

- you might be artsy, idk

- i get poet/writer vibes from you, it’s obvious as to why i get ‘em

GRAVEKEEPER

- the many times i’ve come across a gk main, they were so sweet and supportive 🤧

- you guys are emo/goth and that’s why you picked him

- or you picked him because you thought he was handsome, don’t lie

- CINNAMON ROLL!!!!!!!!

- you are quite and reserved, don’t trust people but when you do, you give them your all

- selfless and extremely caring

- i see you being gentle to your loved ones and animals

- you are interested in witchcraft and the paranormal

- SWITCH

- you are introverted, very introverted

- you might be into the victorian era and your favorite anime MUST have been black butler

- you have a cat, don’t you?

- you get pretty anxious during rank. evaluate you don’t want to disappoint your teammates (plz know that you shouldn’t care about disappointing anyone, try your best and i’m sure you’ll do just fine baby, you have my full support :D)

- you may know a few vines but you prefer memes

- you are the quiet kid at school, you do well

- “i hate school because there are people. i hate going out because there are PEOPLE out there. I HATE PEOPLE!”

- you might be spending a lot of time on idv

- are you a musician because i get the vibe

ACROBAT

- AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

- I LOVE YOU!!!!!

- YOU AND POSTY MAINS!!!!!

- you are the sweetest person alive

- you play idv just for fun and don’t aim for any budges or for higher tiers

- you don’t have anything of that sort in mind, you’re just looking for some way to spend your time and make friend from all across the globe

- you are fun, sweet, caring and quite scary when mad

- you love ALL colors

- you love nature and do anything to protect it

- SOCIAL BUTTERFLY

- you have a lot of friends

- you do ok at school but strive to do better

- ENERGETICALLY

- chaotic good energy babyyyy ✨😌👌🏻

- you’re always looking out for your teammates and attempt to aid them in any way possible

- you’re sensitive and a bit of an empath and that’s why you always try your best

- before matches you like to motivate your teammates to try their best

- we wouldn’t have done t without you, pog champ 😭🤧❤️💔

PROSPECTOR

- ah, i’m about to expose myself, aren’t i?

- you guys are AWESOME!!! WE are awesome!!!

- you like spamming “focus on decoding!” because people like to pile up in order to save ONE freaking person from A CHAIR!!!

- you always go for the save if there’s no rescuer

- if there is but they’re hurt, you either assist the rescuer or you do it yourself

- you’re pretty selfless and pretty sweet

- memer or viner or just a crazy b!tch with a broken sense of humor

- you LOVE bullying the hunter from time to time

- you love distracting hunters to save a hurt survivor

- chaotic dumbass vibe!!!!!!

- you are a hopeless romantic with high expectations

- your personal moto is: “if you aren’t norton, then i’m not dating you!”

- i started playing him bc i was simping but now i just main him bc i got comfy with his skills and know EXACTLY what to do

- ik you main him bc you’re a simp, don’t lie >:)

- you spam vines on chat and let others finish them for you which makes you cackle

- do you have asthma?

- basically you’re a norton version of pris mains, both of you can make the universe kneel before you quicker than loki

- you take rank TOO seriously and end up yelling to other survivors and the hunter

- when you’re kitting, you either scream the lyrics of a very iconic song or you just squeal very loudly

- you see what map you’re on and pick just the right skin so that you can blend in with your surroundings and hide from the hunter

- you are so sweet and cute uwu ily 🖐🏻😍

- i get that you’re a very energetic and fun person when around people but when alone... yes, we better not talk about that

- we, ton-ton mains, are a HUGE mess

- complex feelings, you don’t know what you’re feeling and are in constant confusion

- you MUST have a very loud hyena laugh (👉🏻😎👉🏻)

- you MUST have a very short temper

- you either LOVE pun (🖐🏻😌) or you want to kill those who make them bc they’re annoying the heck outta you (spare me pls)

- you say “hi fellow norton” to people that use norton during QM or duo hunters

- you love making people happy

- you are willing to help people reach the top and never ask for any help

- you are basically a lone wolf who doesn’t want help from anyone bc you are independent

- if you ship mike x norton ILY

- if you ship naib x norton ILY

- if you ship emma/patricia x norton, gtfoh

- stress lvl 100000

- AMBIVERT LEANING INTROVERT

- the vine you kin is “i’m a bad b!tch, you can’t kill me”

EMBALMER

- you’re either a hardcore joscarl shipper or you absolutely hate it

- you’re very calm during matches, idk how you do that

- you’re into paranormal

- you are sweet but a psycho

- introverted 101%

- pretty blunt, you’re not afraid to speak your mind but sometimes take a bit to process how your words are going to affect people’s view on you

- you are he quite kid at school who keeps a low profile

- i believe that you don’t have a lot of friends, just a few close and good ones that you can trust

- YOU MUST KIN NORMAN FROM TPN

- you are pretty aware as to when you should use a coffin and where to place it, you’ve calculated all possible outcomes of the placements and time

- you like to spin around jojo when downed and throw a bunch of graffiti just to get him to be friendly to you bc your aesop carl, we get it babe 🙄

- if you’re not having a good day, you like licking yourself in a closet and scream until you feel better

- do you sleep in a coffin? are you ok?

- please, stop being so selfish, i’m begging you (begging ohhhh, put your loving hand out- i’ll stop, sorry)

- your vine is elmo standing in the middle of a storm by himself

- you either suck at math or english or both

- ugh, please, have a cookie and learn that sharing is caring 😩🍪

[your-very-rude-neighborhood-ace]

hello darlings i'm here with more malconnor hcs cause i'm too lazy to write a fic and it's 2 am

they don't know sally too well, but they still go to the candy store she used to work at because malcolm overheard percy bragging to annabeth about how good it is

they love to go to the city and steal from homophobes & rich people (its their ideal date <3) also graffiti! malcolm likes art and connor likes breaking rules so it's a win-win

they organize pride events at chb each year

shit like rainbow painted cabins + glitter happens

nico's cabin is also painted rainbow and almost murders someone before will calms him down (however that is off topic and we shall address that another day)

i see your "travis and katie go on double dates with them" and raise you: drew and billie go on double dates with them because connor and drew are chaotic besties and billie and malcolm should be calming them down but will they? no

connor hugs malcolm from behind a lot, usually when malcolm is trying to study or draw blueprints or something (malcolm pretends to be annoyed but he loves his bf and they both know it)

closer to him you are, the more attention connor requires. malcolm was pleasantly surprised to learn this when connor kept just...plopping his head on malcolm's lap randomly. he's very touch-starved

when malcolm finishes something, like blueprints or taking notes for something, he'll find connor and bury himself into his side and takes a nap. in his defense, he stayed up for a while and he's tired.

you know @/liperbicons's hc about them going to the lake? pretend that's my idea for a bit ok thanks i need more content

malcolm is a he/they only attracted to make homo sapiens :)

connor is bi💖

they talk about how they hate that luke and silena were forgiven because they died (because let's be honest, they shouldn't have been forgiven which wouldn't have happened if clarisse wasn't gay for silena)

they start many prank wars at camp, mainly between their friend group (mitchell, lou, cecil, ellis, billie, drew, will, nico, travis, & rachel) but occasionally the rest of camp gets involved too

they aren't between cabins, it's just whoever wants to be on what side (lou, cecil, drew, malcolm, and connor are lethal on the same side)

hey i know i already said this, but malcolm buys connor flowers, who gets flustered, and malcolm thinks it's adorable (katie grows them for him). i need to emphasize that one for some reason

they also love seeing magnus and the rest of floor 19 because chaos

mallory and connor are also best friends and bonded over fucking with homophobes (gunilla?? dead?? where??)

[disastergay]

for all the issues this school has, I really appreciate the inclusive chalk graffiti ❤️

(source: @levavi_oculos on twitter)

[transcript: ten photos of queer positive and pro Black Lives Matter chalk writing.

photo #1: “they hate, we love”

photo #2: “nonbinary rights!”

photo #3: “trans people are welcome here”

photo #4: “trans rights baby!” and “I wasn’t recruited, I enlisted”

photo #5: “we support NB (nonbinary)!”

photo #6: “bi people are valid”

photo #7: “love is radical, not hate”

photo #8: “bigots leave!”

photo #9: “BLM (black lives matter)” and “POC (people of color) are beautiful”

photo #10: drawing of a heart next to the words “trans women”

[queerb]

I was tagged by both @yamchaas and @raditz-the-clown, thanks luvs!

Rules: answer the 7 questions and tag 7 people you want to know better

relationship status: Single and happy about it

favorite color: 🧡 Orange 🧡

three favorite foods: lemon cake, chicken over rice, chocolate croissants

song stuck in my head: Been flipping between I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE by Maneskin and Funeral Derangements by Ice Nine Kills

last thing i googled: "tawny definition” (spoiler, it wasn’t the word i thought it was)

dream trip: I don’t think about traveling that much, tbh. I think I’d like to go to Disney World again, though.

anything i really want: A new job and consistent motivation to write 😫

Tagging @sternbagel @androidlapis @boundtoanandroid @graffiti-bi @vlyrus @cozymochi and @loseallcontrol. Goes without saying but you don’t have to respond if you don’t want!