#highschool trope

[mellohimmku94]

this is giving highschool sweetheart Sevika with her first girlfriend

[spacebubblehomebase]

Crazy how the person you've been following for Team Rocket memes suddenly reached for the stars. But to celebrate another artist's success, I present to you another AU! Because we need more of those in this new fandom and I like the cliché trope of a traitor love interest. XD Though I admit this small doodle idea got way out of hand. Still, do you see the vision??? (🌕v🌕) -Bubbly💙

[loz-tearsofahomo]

Are they gay for each other or just rivals? (just kidding they're always both you fools)

[gophergal]

I concor with Halloween never ending

Can we get a vampire spy or zombie heavy : p

I eat your art I WILL EAT IT UP

🤤🤤🤤

Vampire Spy yes, but consider. The humble SpyMa

[smallidarityfan]

little highschool au comic i did like a year ago i think? but i touched it up a bit even though its very sketchy 👍

[toffeebrews]

My brain connected Sayori (DDLC) and Epic together I can't stop seeing it. There personalities aren't all that similar though sksjee.

[seilnakyle]

High school vs College

[save-the-spiral]

Revenant

(Next)

Content warning for: Major Character Death, Gore, Violence, Blood, Torture, Human Trafficking (mentioned), alcohol (no described drinking/drunk characters), dehumanization (it/its pronouns & animal comparisons)

(Ao3 Link)

2.5K words. Vampire Whumpee(s), Human Whumper

Beau had always been a good servant. Silent, obedient, efficient. Able to work ahead, as if he knew his master's wishes before they were spoken, but was in fact reading behaviors and routines that even his master did not know he was exhibiting.

He had always known his master was an angry man. One with much responsibility and authority, and no outlet besides violence.

The anger only came out at home, where it was private. No good servant betrayed their master's secrets, after all.

Beau had been trained by his mother in the kitchens of the large estate. The rest of the staff was his family, as he had no other parent or siblings. All throughout his youth, it was impressed upon him the importance of silence, of obedience. Able to act as if one isn't there, to be as unnoticed and inconsequential as a piece of furniture.

He had attended school, but had little in the way of friends. Graduating high school was where he ended his academic career anyway, as his job in the estate's kitchens was more sure than any attempt at getting into a college or university. He wasn't smart enough to get a scholarship anyway.

Beau was good at his work. A natural, the chef would say as she ruffled his hair. Quiet as a church mouse, his mom would praise.

He had once attributed it all to his looks. Black hair and brown eyes, average in every way. On his mother, those features looked pretty, at least to him. On Beau, it was plain to the point of invisibility.

One of the maids he had grown up alongside, Eun-Yeong, insisted it was all skill, though Beau took that with a grain of salt considering her clumsiness.

Whenever Beau denied it, she tried to whack him with whatever rag or feather duster she had on hand and declared that she wished he could be as invisible to her as he was to the master and his guests. Supposedly being humble didn't suit him.

Whatever the case, it was because of Beau's skills as a servant that he had been enlisted as one of the servants that took care of the thing his master kept in the basement.

Ever since he was a child, Beau's mother told him to never pay any heed to the screaming that came from the basement of the estate. To never ask about it, to never peek down there, and to never, ever venture down those stairs without permission.

A good servant did not pry into their master's affairs, after all. It was no business of theirs what happened down there, only to clean up the aftermath and do what they were told.

It hadn't been until the most recent of his master's victims had arrived that Beau was assigned down there. It was only to bring meals to the master- the thing his master vented his anger onto had no need to eat.

There was an air of hope regarding the thing in the basement. Rumors among servants said that it had no need to eat, to sleep, to breathe. That it healed from any wound, even those that would be lethal on a normal person. It would be around for a long time, they said. So none of the estate's staff would face their master's untimely wrath with it around.

And for a while it seemed true. Their master was less irritable. In the kitchens they knew it because he was not as particular about his food or drink, only sending a single dish back every week.

People wondered at what the thing in the basement was. It certainly didn't have any elven blood, the head butler affirmed, as despite its pointed ears. The more worldly of the maids was able to deny any rumors of it being beastkin. Even with its regeneration, it had none of the strength or build of an orc or troll.

The strongest rumor was that it was some sort of ghoul or zombie, not even alive, not truly able to feel. The kind of thing that existed only in horror movies. Some kind of botched soul magic had been attempted, only to resort in what screamed and pretended to be a person down there in the basement.

It could scream, could cry, could bleed like a person. But note the near black color of its blood. Note how it didn't need to breathe or eat. How it hissed like a feral animal at the sight of silver. How its fangs tore at its own lips like a rabid beast.

Never pity those in the basement, Beau's mother had told him long ago. That was when the master's victims had been people, homeless vagrants, those trafficked from foreign countries that used the few words of English they knew to beg.

It wasn't a kind world out there. Beau and his mother were only human. All they could do was work for their shelter and food. They had security here, knowing what was expected of them. Outside of the estate was an unknown element to Beau, who had only attended school and done little else, spending what few days he had off from work resting in the servants' quarters instead of exploring the outside world.

Beau's world was the estate. He had never known life without the occasional desperate screams emanating from the basement once every few months, lasting for a few days or a week at most until it was blissfully silent again.

This time it lasted longer, a week turning into months. The master had invested in remodeling part of the basement, making it soundproof, so he could have guests over despite having a 'guest' in the basement as well.

Something about the silence made everything more eerie. Beau had long since been inured to the screams, not startling at the sudden noises. He had always been grateful the servant's quarters were outside of the main building, so their sleep wasn't disturbed.

Once the silence filled the mansion, Beau had been assigned to bring the master meals, to ensure the man did not go hungry during the long hours spent torturing and tormenting the thing in the basement. Simple things, snacks the master could eat with one hand, the other dripping with that dark, unsettling blood.

The thing in the basement haunted Beau's nightmares ever since he began bringing the master food. It was rake thin, truly as ghoulish as the rumors said. It had unkempt hair so matted with gore that Beau had no clue what the original color had been. It had piercing red eyes, ones that gleamed even in the dim light of the basement. It had fangs, its canine teeth elongated and razor sharp.

Most of the time Beau saw it slumped on the floor. It was so corpselike that he was always surprised to see it move from where it lay in a pool of its own blood.

Beau had never thought he would grow to pity such a wretched thing. Not when he held no pity for the past victims. But he had never seen the past victims of his master, only heard their cries and screams. He had never been haunted by the sight of them, the taste of rotting blood in the air, the look in its eyes. Not even begging, but resigned. Like an old sick dog wasting away on the side of the road, knowing there would be no rescue or premature end to its suffering.

Every once in a while he was sent to leave snacks preemptively, as the master would in all likelihood visit the basement that evening after a stressful day at work.

Those moments down in the basement, leaving a charcuterie board or platter of fruit with only the thing down there to keep him company, they were the most harrowing.

Sometimes Beau was able to live up to his reputation, silent enough to leave the food at a side table and escape without waking the thing as it rested between its tortures. Most of the time he did not. The thing would be awake, eyes gleaming even in near darkness, its unnerving gaze following Beau.

It never spoke to him. Beau didn't know if it was smart enough to speak, to be honest.

This time was seemingly the same as always. The thing lay in a pool of its own dark blood, limp like a marionette with its strings cut. It wore little in the way of clothes, covered in healing wounds and its own blood as it was, there was no modesty to preserve, Beau supposed.

Beau placed the polished silver platter onto the table, opening the bottle of wine so it could breathe in anticipation of his master's arrival. The dry, almost sour smell of the white wine made Beau's nose wrinkle as he poured a careful amount into the glass, careful as he left the cork on the tray and pocketed the metal wrapping to throw away.

Thinly sliced meats and cheeses were arranged artistically, no flaws to be seen. Beau turned to leave the basement, his job done for now.

Then he caught sight of the thing. It was kneeling, closer than ever before. The chain connecting it to the wall was taut, and Beau was surprised it could withstand the strain with its emaciated body.

Its matted hair covered its face as it swayed on its knees.

Beau couldn't help but worry, not in the way of a servant fretting over a potentially broken possession of his master's, but how a person felt concern and compassion over someone obviously hurt.

He shouldn't let himself worry. He should turn and walk back up the staircase, to the kitchens where he would continue the tasks assigned to him. This was just another task, one already done, he couldn't-

The thing began to keen like a wounded animal. It slowly raised its head up to look at Beau, glimpses of scarlet between dirty locks of hair.

"I can't help you." Beau found himself saying before he could think better of it.

The keening died off and it slumped back, the chain finally lowering as it was given more slack.

"…" Beau looked between the pitiful creature and the platter of food. "…I can feed you? Just a piece of deli meat, would that help?"

Truthfully he didn't even know if the thing could eat, only that it didn't need to. It raised its head, eyes glimmering and looking so human, like it understood everything Beau had said.

Then it nodded.

"Okay." Beau spoke softly. He slipped a thin cut of capocollo off the platter, the marbled ham somehow looking more grisly in the lighting, with blood splattered on the floor.

He held it with pinched fingers, slowly crouching down and reaching out towards the thing. He could've thrown it, but that felt too demeaning when he was just trying to help.

"Here you go." Beau murmured.

The thing stirred again, straightening up, but already at the end of its chain. Beau felt bad for forcing it to exert itself so much, and leaned closer.

Bloodstained and cold hands grabbed at Beau's wrist. Every knuckle and bone seemed to be trying to escape its body, skin stretched over its skeleton like a horrific Halloween prop. Its nails were ragged and uncut, split and chipped with its own blood stuck under them.

Beau's pulse raced, and he pulled back, dropping the meat with a soft splat into one of the puddles of blood. One of the thing's nails sliced into his soft, pale skin.

Beau's blood welled up, glittering garnet under the light, the same shade as the thing's eyes.

And then it was truly over.

The thing pulled with strength Beau hadn't known it had, and Beau was swept off his feet, falling forward. His white dress shirt and black slacks soaked with blood as he sprawled onto the floor, breathless.

It still had a hold on his wrist, hunched over his hand, uncaring for the food now soiled on the ground.

"Let go-!" Beau gasped out, already trying to struggle and failing.

Then the creature bit down into his wrist, razor sharp fangs like knives through his flesh, scraping at his bones.

Beau screamed as a hot, searing pain zipped up from his wrist to his shoulder. He struggled again, feeling the fangs rip at muscles and nerves with every vain attempt to free himself, still screaming, hoping anyone could hear him, save him.

But the basement was soundproofed. Even if it weren't, all of the house's servants had long since learned to ignore the screams coming from the basement.

Beau grew faint with bloodloss and shock, held up only by his arm. He couldn't keep his head up, unable to even gather the air to scream again despite the agony. He could taste the blood pooled on the floor, foul on his tongue, yet his body had no strength to retch.

He couldn't resist as a hand sank into his hair, pulling his head up and baring his neck. His pulse was thready in his ears, the room darkening.

A agony bloomed from his neck, and Beaumont Mallory died, his throat ripped out by a vampire.

Soon enough, the master of the estate would make his way down the basement, leisurely as he anticipated a nice evening of wine and torture to destress from the day. He would find the his most recent and favorite plaything- a vampire he had been gifted by a business partner, a rare find in their circles with how isolated and secretive those enclaves could be- sobbing over a corpse.

He didn't remember the poor boy's name, or even his face, but it must've been one of his servants considering the clothes.

With a shout, the master would grab the stake from its place on one of the tables, a constant threat he had no intentions of using before now. He had enjoyed his toy that wouldn't break, a punching bag after his long days of work. But a dog that bit once would do so again.

The vampire didn't resist, still crying as its heart was staked, as it finally died the true death it had been wanting for months.

The master spat on the vampire's corpse, disgusted. He glanced to the corpse of the poor servant boy, only to watch the shredded skin of a pale throat began to knit back together.

Just like his now dead plaything.

Yet this one was once his servant and would be far more obedient.

He grinned, elation he hadn't felt since he was a young man washing through him.

Transferring the collar took just a moment, the silver chain enough to hold the beast. He went to his chair and sat, grabbing the wine glass. He delicately sniffed the white wine and tasted it.

It had been aired out perfectly, a great companion as he waited for his new toy to wake.

(Next)

[extremelybabygirl]

the way shin is SOOOOO soft and gentle with every touch melts me into a puddle 😔💕

something something about you touching me while i'm looking at you while you're looking at my lips while i look into your eyes while you're tending my wounds while...

*puppy eyes intensified* 🥺💕

concerned boyfren 🥺

teasing boyfren 😜

tender™ 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

happy boyfren! 😊💖

hold hands timeeeee ☺️💞💞💞

bonus

they started wearing helmets too!

something something about you treasure your life more because you are loved. because you're important to someone now. because you are someone's everything now. because you want to be with them for a long time now 😌💖

[reddamselette]

When Leo was young, his mother used to tell him stories. Tall tales and legends that often included the union between two souls whether they were created together at the start of the universe, bound by the red string of fate, or destined to spend their life searching for their other half because of a god; Leo listened to them all.

As a child, he thought that kind of love was something almost magical, untouchable to never be aware of until one has found themself in the position to say ‘Ah, so this is what it means.’

His mother would sweep him off his feet, her hands hooked under his arms before she would haul him over her shoulder and run around with him pretending he could fly. And like clockwork, once they settled down with full stomachs after a heart full dinner and milkshakes for dessert, Leo would ask again.

“Do I have a soulmate?” He’d say with bright, sparkling brown eyes of smoldering ash of kindling wood in a fireplace.

His mother laughed and brushed stray curls away from his face, leaning forward to press a kiss to his forehead then cupped his face gently and replied, “Claro que si, mijo. Tenemos ma de uno. Two will be the people who will know you more than you know yourself and one will be the person you have been waiting for. No siempre están romántico, entiendes? There’s more than one type of love and for each love, there’s a soulmate.”

He didn’t understand the first time until he met Piper Mclean. She was the daughter of a famous actor, a snarky girl with a pretty smile and a heart of too much love to give. She was able to keep up with him, clicking instantly and were glued to the hip. Not a day had gone by without Piper adding fuel to the fire to keep it from extinguishing under the pressure of growing teenagers in a world made to tear them down. He only understood the first time when he and Piper met Percy Jackson.

They hadn’t gotten along at first. It was one-sided; Piper didn’t understand why crushes lined up behind him and Leo didn’t like him at all. Yet once they had found common ground, got to know who he was beneath the shallow waters, their little group of two became three then five then seven then nine.

Leo watched on the sidelines as his friends were paired up— they held hands with the people who shared half of their souls and confess to one another in public displays of affection or in the intimate privacy of taking them home after a date.

And once he least expected it, after nights in the counting weeks falling asleep easily as he pushed through the flames of jealousy dancing in his chest, he didn’t understand the second time until he met him. Met Jason Grace, a boy of blond hair and glasses that emphasized the most alluring and mesmerizing pair of clear, sky blue irises and a smile like the sun to match.

Leo felt like he could breathe fresh air after using a mask to filter the smoke, the world brightened in contrast and suddenly, every single love song he would sing with his mother made sense looking at him.

Annabeth tongued her cheek, suppressing a smile as she held her books close to her chest and shared a knowing look with Thalia who hid her snicker with a cough and subtly placed a bet down with Percy who whistled, ocean irises darting around with an air of feigned nonchalance as they stood off to the side and watched Leo and Jason.

Leo and Jason who hadn’t spoken a word to each other since they were introduced. They gazed into each other’s eyes like it was a painting for them to memorize; the specific shade of brown or blue, the hints of gold or a darker brown circling their pupils, and how their eyes would shine like a crystal if the sun hit their faces a certain way.

Jason smiled softly and held out his hand. “Jason Grace.” His voice was as gentle as he looked, a rasp and had the opportunity to be deeper in volume but he was soft spoken yet something told Leo that everything and everyone would quiet down and freeze in the moment just to listen to him speak.

Leo reciprocated the smile and took his hand. A small jolt of electricity traveled between their fingertips, down their palms and through their arms, his heart skipped a beat and he said, “Leo Valdez.”

[sonichighschoolasylum]

Thread of old Sonic Highschool Asylum sketches

these were old concepts that were sketched in september when i first came up with one of these designs. some of these i ended up revamping some of them into official designs a couple of months later, but others haven't had an official redesign yet just because i haven't had the time to.

anyways heres a gallery of all the september concept sketches :D

[princesszammy]

Oh, you know my favorite villain trio, right? It's the one with the very menacing and threatening leader, the character that ranges from wanting the leader's approval to wanting to take charge, and the idiot.

Where were they from again?

[rg11]

whats your fav aspect(s) of jadekat?

anon im sorry but i had like 40+ notes prepaired for my thoughts on jadekat but i lost all of them proof-reading it and this is all i got

they are the ultimate yuri to me

[garbagequeer]

in a way it is funny that the anime seems to mean to establish itself as a less misogynistic take on scott pilgrim. but it just. really honestly isn't

[redrum-alice]

A dumb TimeBomb Highschool AU headcanon...

Because I've been listening to some personal playlist reminding me of it...

So like the premise is that Ekko saw Jinx crying with her hair a mess as if someone tried to put a gum on it, etc.

...this is gonna be long bc i dont know how to write properly lol...

When Ekko and Powder got out of middle school and into highschool, he noticed how drastic her looks have changed in a course of the whole summer: a long braid reaching nearly down to her knees and some bangs proudly protruding at the side of her face. He also noticed how she often uses make up to flatter her pale features she used to despise. Above anything else, she changed her name to "Jinx" and insists him (and everyone) to call her that instead.

Ekko guessed this may be because she doesn't wanna be that "weak girl" she once was (what Mylo insults her with + "jinx") and wanted to prove something. He wanted to disagree, but she already set her mind.

Even with these changes, it doesn't change the way he sees her; a friend. They've been friends ever since kindergarten, challenging each other on who can solve math problems faster. He's the only friend she had all those years growing up.

He's aware that she may not want to be with him most of the time since both of them have/are in different cliques. But even so, he checks on her every now and then.

Jinx loves her newself, but finds it hard to get along with people because of her new personality. As much as she wants to admit she likes to be with Ekko, she wanted to stay away from her old self and any remnants of it. She eventually found "friends" that liked her style...

It was all good until...

One day, when Ekko was finishing up cleaning the chalk board after school, he heard Jinx crying somewhere at the back of the school.

She was sitting down and hugging her knees with her hair loose and messily cut off- tufts of blue hair with a gum stuck on it was on the ground. There was a scissor in her hand, opened as if it was ready cut another chunk of her hair the moment she raises her head from her knees

"Jinx?" Ekko called out gently and quietly approached her. She knew he would appear in moments like this, so she didn't lift her head anymore.

"What happened?" She felt him laying his bag aside and sitting down in front of her. He scanned the gummed hair and assumed, "Did they do this to you?"

She wanted to hit her head several times for being a fool to trust people blindly. How did she not see red flags theyre only using her to get their stuff done? She wanted to scold herself, but all her strength was spent from crying.

"Uh..we can still braid it--"

"Mom wore a braid once." Her answer stopped Ekko for a moment. "...at least that's what Vi told me..."

Ekko understood her predicament and proceeds to sit beside her. He carefully brushed her hair with his fingers and parted it in two main sections before braiding each.

"Don't worry, we'll fix it. I bet it'll even look better than before."

From then on, she began to wear her hair in two twin braids, along with hair cuffs Ekko lended her.

No matter how much she wanted to change, Ekko will always be there to make sure she's doing okay :)

...that ending was lame lmao

@starry-nights12 imma tag u as thanks for the food you bring to TB

[bubblewhale]

The way i dream about domestic lov fics