#i just remembered gil is a twink too

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[lemonadehtwooh]

Big Post for my For Funsies AU stuff

Hopefully I will remember to Update this every once in a while (>v<)b

Putting a cut for Length Reasons! Also we love how I procrastinated on making this for over a year :P

Before anything, feel free to ask me anything about my AU, as well as feel free to make drawing requests about my AU as well! I am also down to just draw Fate Grand/Order characters too! :3

Ao3 Account For Future For Funsies! AU Writing Stuff: lemonadehtwooh

(Note: This will be updated the same time I post the writing on Tumblr as well)

Writing for the For Funsies AU that's on Tumblr :3

Sorry I haven't posted any writing for the AU yet ):

Celebration post that contains Old Sketches of the AU/Beginning Stages of the AU

The Very First Post I Ever Made on Tumblr About The For Funsies AU Lmao

Romeo Angelo and Company:

Romeo's Design

More Sketches of Romeo's Design

Romeo Backstory Stuff

Roasting Romeo

Gabriel Utterson Old Design

Gabriel Utterson CURRENT Design

Alexander-Paris of Troy Design

Answer of a question about Hektor, Paris/Apollo, Penth, and Astolfo

Question about Odysseus and Hektor

Utterson skill and NP stuff

Santa Utterson Design

Silly Scolding HC

Sketches of Utterson's Gun and Monocle

Fun Facts about Utterson and the Creation of Him!

Dunky Donut. Because Ur Epic

Backless Suit Utterson

Very Old Hektor Design Sketches

Can Romeo Dance?

Drunk Romeo lol

The Two Idiots In Romeo's Mind Lore-ish stuff

Trouble sketching Hektor

Romeo Redesign sketches

Summer Paris

Height Comparisons

More old Hektor sketches

Merlin hates seeing Romeo breakdown (he is close to strangling Romeo)

Anatomy of a Romeo

Utterson Expressions

More Utterson Current Design

Jekyll's Poor Spine

Wizard Twink (Spider Man Pointing Ask)

Maple Von Roth and The Theater Cast

Maple Design

Maple's Tits

Old Sketch of Maple handing the viewer an L

Maple's True Form Concept Sketches

Jekyll/Hyde NP Rewrite concept

Jekyll/Hyde NP Rewrite Sketches!

Jekyll/Hyde Redesign

Old Opera Phantom Doodle That I Like

Opera Phantom and Maple Sketches

Old Rama Redesign Sketches + Info

Maple Design Sketches YIPPEE

Old Sketches of The Phantom of The Opera

Jekie and Hydie cool art Wow

More Maple Design Concept

Summer Jekie and Hydie

The Visiterrrrrrrr

Maple as Noel Gruber

Doctor Ishaan and His Trio

"I Am Losing My Sense of Humanity"

My Favorite Sketches of Enkidu

Enkidu Being Protective of a Sleeping Ishaan HC

Silly Mini Comic of Enkidu Forcing Gil to Carry Them

Doctor Ishaan and Doctor Mary Design Sketches and Notes Plus Angst Art of Child Ishaan

Height comparisons

Old Ishaan and Enkidu HC

Doctor Mary and The Dream Team

Billy joking and Accidentally Making Jack Cry

Dr. Mary redesign

Chance Finnick and The Chaos Squad

Chance Design sketches

Astolfo Design sketches

Nanda Lamprou and The Magic of Friendship Gang

Angst Animation of Arjuna and Karna

Animation of Lanyon

Doctor Lanyon Design

Old Lanyon Sketches

Matching Outfits

Trying to figure out Unnamed Master's concept

Nanda stuff 1

Arjuna Sketch

Cookie

Arjuna's thoughts about Nanda's lycantrophy

More Arjuna and werewolf Nanda

Maxxing out on Arjuna

Lanyon Sketches Again

Head Pats

The Beast of Calamity and Moriarty

How It All Started

The Beast/Apocalypse Design

Moriarty Sketches

Utterson X Sherlock Stuff

HC on How They Meet

Goofy X Catholic Guilt

"Why Does Sherlock Call You Babygirl?" (Old Ver., will be remade soon)

These Are Literally So Funny, I Love These Doodles, Why Did They Only Get One (1) Note

Silly Halloween Vampire Sketches

One of My Fave. Drawings of These Two Nerds

"Why Does Sherlock Call You Babygirl?" (Remake version)

GAYYYYYY

Hektor X Romeo Stuff

OC X Canon Week Pt. 1

OC X Canon Week Pt. 2

OC X Canon Week Pt. 3

OC X Canon Week Pt. 4

Weird Dream I Had Involving These Two Nerds

Misc.

Holmes Caffeine Addiction

Fruit Cake

Tiamat Drawing Ask <3

Gabriel Gay Lol

A Mutual's Fgo OC interacting With My OC <3

Baseball Batting Moriarty's Back Ask

Ea Nasir Design and Headcanons

"We'll Be Fine"

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take one down for the young and easy

the Steve/Bucky Stoners AU no one asked for

in which Steve has a medical marijuana prescription for his asthma (sounds weird but it does help) 

nerd!bucky, punk!steve

also on AO3

It all starts with Steve gets his medical marijuana prescription at fifteen years old. 

The whole thing sounds ridiculous to Bucky, quite frankly, who thinks that someone with asthma smoking makes as much sense as a diabetic eating a pound of candy. But apparently, his best friend insists in his usual mulish way, it actually helps with the asthma and half of the other things on Steve's laundry list of ailments. 

Bucky continues to push his point for another few days, because it's common fucking sense, for crying out loud. Most of it's just to hide the fact that he's a little scared shitless of drugs, having been the pristine, slightly nerdy one throughout elementary and middle school. Everyone knows that Steve is the troublemaker, and the mere idea of Steve doing pot makes Bucky and his morals deeply uncomfortable. 

Until he googles it, in a moment of weakness. It turns out Steve was right about the marijuana. Huh. 

That and Bucky Barnes has a crippling weakness for everything about Steve Rogers, but it takes another few years for Bucky to figure that out. 

They're sixteen when Steve offers him his first hit. They're lying on their backs on an old baseball diamond, the dirt clinging to their clothes and the pungent weed sticking to Bucky's nostrils. The full moon illuminates every strand of Steve's blond hair, throwing the angles of his face in sharp relief. 

Bucky's hands are behind his head, and he's trying to pick out some of the constellations, but Steve's a huge distraction, as always. He gave up long ago on insisting that he was straight -- Bucky may be straight-laced and a bit of a geek, but he's not that uptight. On the other end of the spectrum, Steve has been out and proud since their first days in high school. Bucky's vaguely jealous of that, how Steve kisses boys behind the bleachers at football games, how he wears those rainbow bracelets up and down his skinny forearms like a badge of honor.

He's not as jealous of the bruises that mottle Steve's cheekbones when Gil slams him into a locker, "fag" spat between his teeth like it was the filthiest word in the dictionary. Though a slight burn kindles in Bucky's stomach when he sees matching scrapes on Steve's knuckles and the red flush on his face after a fight, loathe as he is to admit it. 

Seeing Steve right after the adrenaline rush hits, blood oozing down his hairline, his chest rattling between muttered curses about certain bullies... it's almost as good as seeing him high. 

Because as Steve's eyes roll back into his head in bliss and the moon-kissed smoke curls around his face, Bucky realizes two things. 

One, that he is completely and utterly in love with his best friend, and has probably been since that first day of kindergarten. 

Two, that he really, desperately wants that joint, if he's going to be able to gather the courage to do what he wants to do. 

So when Steve turns to him and offers him a hit, the way he always does, there's no way Bucky can say no. Steve's arm moves sluggishly through the thick summer air. Bucky's heart pounds a mile a minute in his chest, and his fingers tremble slightly when he takes the joint. Steve doesn't seem to notice, though. "Just suck, and blow," Steve instructs him, probably trying to be serious, but he just sounds stoned, with that familiar rasp he gains when he's like this. Bucky's mouth goes completely dry. 

Fuckfuckfuckfuck. Who does he think he is? His mom will definitely find out, everyone will find out, this is what you get for hanging around that no-good Steve Rogers, honestly, Barnes, you could do so much better--

Except -- sorry coach, sorry mom, sorry Ms. Fairfax, but I never could. 

The weight of Steve's eyes on his face makes the whole thing ten times more nerve-wracking than it would've been otherwise, which is really saying something. 

After awhile, it starts to get easier. Bucky doesn't cough, but that night he washes the oily smoke from his hair and his skin for what feels like an hour. Steve sleeps over that night, and he just sits on Bucky's bed and smiles as if he's trying not to laugh when Bucky comes out scrubbed pink. 

Smug bastard. I love you. 

"Look at you, you're a wreck." Steve drawls. "Tryna' imply something? Do I smell?" 

Bucky shakes his wet hair at Steve like a dog, and Steve laughs and laughs. "Fuck you," Bucky shoots back, disappearing into his closet to find a pair of pajamas. Steve just rolls over and giggles. 

Little does Steve know how much he means it. 

Eventually they both mellow out, sprawled on Bucky's comforter with the air-conditioner on full blast. Bucky's eyelids are a million times heavier than he remembers them normally being, but he isn't that tired. Just... feels heavier, in general. 

The smallest furrow appears between Steve's brow. "You're not... you okay? Do you want more?" That's another thing; Steve usually isn't all that talkative, but pot is like fucking truth serum for him. 

Bucky flaps his hand dismissively. "Affects different people differently. Shut up, would you? I'm trying to sleep here." 

Steve swats his bicep. "It's barely 3AM. I want to tell you things. You know Sam Wilson?" 

"Yeah," he croaks. Sharp dread fills Bucky's stomach in a way that's weird for how zoned out he feels right now. He really, really doesn't want to talk about this right now. 

He's not blind, okay, he always knew that his best friend was stupidly attractive on a platonic level. Then he learned he had a thing for twinks, which was, all right, he could live with it -- but with tonight's realization smacking him in the face with all the subtlety of a bullet train, Bucky's feelings could be spared the newest story about Steve's latest one-night stand with Sam fucking Wilson. Asshole doesn't know how lucky he is, Bucky thinks bitterly. 

And it's weird -- that possessiveness comes out of nowhere. It catches him off-guard, and should feel strange, but at the moment it feels completely justified. 

Bucky clears his throat and tries again. "Yeah, everyone knows the rumors." 

For some reason that just makes Steve frown, and Bucky wants to kiss it away. Jesus fucking Christ, what is his life. "No, we didn't -- I'm going to kill Natasha." He sighs, scrubbing his face with the heel of his hand. Bucky hums in what he hopes is a neutral way, but probably just sounds tired, and rolls over so his back faces Steve. He really, really doesn't want to hear this right now. 

"What's your problem?" The words come out clumsy, but Steve responds before Bucky even has them fully out. 

"Listen, he was totally coming on to me, okay. But I said no! Told him I wasn't into him, s'all." Steve blurts, before continuing in a tighter voice, "and since when do you listen to rumors before hearing me out?" 

Bucky doesn't know if it’s his ruined high or the late hour or both, but right now he's just frustrated. Mostly with himself and his stupid fucking feelings, which doesn't at all explain why he feels the urge to lash out. "Since you started sleeping with every guy you lay eyes on, that's why. I mean, Christ, Steve. The whole school knows you're gay, you don't need to rub it in at every given second." 

It's quiet for a long time, and Bucky can barely process his own words when Steve volleys them back with a steel-tipped blade. "If you're a homophobe, you could've told me a long time ago, Buck." 

Bucky's eyes fly open, and he rolls over to face Steve, despite how he can barely see the other boy in the pitch darkness of the room. Shit, shit shit. "No, that's not what I meant--" 

But Steve's already getting up, the bedsprings creaking as he turns away from Bucky and heads out the door. 

As the bedroom door slams shut, Bucky throws his head back against the pillow in frustration. Goddamn his stupid mouth and these stupid drugs. He really should’ve known better. He contemplates running after Steve but suddenly he feels like he weighs a million pounds, the anxiety and fear compounding in his chest and turning into lead.  

After enough minutes go by and the anxiety is practically suffocating him, he turns to grab his phone where it’s charging by the bed. 3:39AM, and his heart drops when he sees no texts or calls from Steve, even though his best friend is the most stubborn person he knows and could easily cold shoulder someone for weeks. 

It takes Bucky a solid ten minutes to compose the “Hey, where are you? I’m sorry.” text. It didn’t take long for him to realize that his righteous anger was really just jealousy at Steve’s level of confidence. 

The “typing” icon pops up, disappears, pops up, disappears. Bucky feels like he’s about to lose his fucking mind, until the message pops up. “In the yard.” 

Dragging himself out of bed takes a Herculean effort, but he gets it done and quietly tiptoes downstairs so Steve’s mother doesn’t wake. Under the harsh light of their back porch, Steve is working through another joint. He looks like an vengeful angel, his freshly showered hair glinting golden and haloed with smoke. 

Steve doesn’t look up at Bucky when he sits down next to him, but he does scoot over in acknowledgement. Bucky opens his mouth to officially apologize, but because his self-control completely goes out the window around Steve, he ends up saying, “You do realize this isn’t the yard.” 

The look that Steve shoots him is mostly weary, but Bucky can trace the upsetness lingering behind the eyes. “Fuck, Steve, I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m being such an asshole right now. You...” I think you’re the love of my life, but I’m way too comfortable around you, so I say things that hurt you. You honestly deserve someone better. “You didn’t deserve any of that.” 

Steve angrily flicks the ash, sending bright sparks that land on their shoes. “I guess I should just dial back the gay, huh,” he spits, and Bucky recoils. “God, Buck, you sound just like Gil.” That’s a low blow, comparing him to the bully whose tormented Steve for most of his school career, but it’s not entirely inaccurate. At that moment Bucky realizes he has a lot of explaining to do, or else their friendship might be in jeopardy. His heartbeat jumps into double time. The thought of losing Steve over such a stupid, off-handed comment makes him want to crawl out of his skin and die. 

“Listen, I... You’re right. But it’s not because I’m homophobic,” and with that thought Bucky would chuckle at the irony, if it weren’t for the delicate situation he’s in right now. “I just... You know I’m also definitely not straight, but I don’t know much more than that. You’re just so... confident about who you are, and I--” 

Steve scoffs at that, his eyebrows cutting dark lines into the half of his face Bucky can see. “Don’t try to turn what you said into a compliment. You said I was rubbing it in.” Steve pauses to take a drag, and Bucky is pretty sure his chest is about to burst. “Whatever issues you have about being closeted, you know I’m here for you, Buck. But don’t try to drag me down when you’re feeling... confused, or whatever it is.” Steve shakes his head and sighs. It seems like he’s approaching forgiveness, or the outer reaches of it, but there’s still something tense about his posture. 

Bucky is painfully careful with his next words. He has to lick his lips a few times, and his tongue is drier than a sheet of sandpaper. “I know. It’s just hard.” He stares, fixated on Steve’s old converse and his own black socks. Maybe it’s the weed, but they’ve never spoken so honestly about sexuality. Mostly it’s Bucky teasing Steve about his latest hook-up, or Steve texting Bucky about his latest crush. This night feels... different, and that’s what makes Bucky finally take the plunge. 

He gathers all the breath he can in his lungs and says, “There’s actually this guy I’m really into, if you can believe it.” 

Bucky wasn’t sure how he expected Steve to react. His best friend freezes, eyes widening in surprise. “Yeah?”  

“Yeah, it’s... been going on for awhile now, actually,” Bucky ventures, trying to sound appropriately aloof. 

Steve has the same look on his face as when he’s trying to solve a difficult math problem. That, or he’s focused on keeping on a straight face. “Wow, I’m. I’m happy for you.” 

Steve is the worst liar Bucky has ever met. Bucky secretly loves it. A part of him also knows, maybe Steve is just taken aback right now. It’s not like Bucky has ever demonstrated a romantic interest in anyone over the course of their ten-year friendship. 

“What for?” Bucky drawls, back to his old playful self. “It’s just a crush, nothing to be excited about.” 

“I guess, but.” Steve licks his lips and takes another hit. What Bucky wouldn’t give to be the end of that joint. “Still a big moment. I’m guessing it’s a guy...?” 

“Yeah.” 

Bucky can’t quite name the expression on Steve’s face right now, but “happy” isn’t it. “Does he go to our school?” 

He can’t suppress a laugh at that one. “You’re getting warmer.” 

Steve’s expression twists. “Is it Sam?” 

“No!” Bucky runs his hands through his hair, suddenly wishing he could rewind this conversation back to the apology and redirect appropriately. “What makes you think that?” 

“You seemed to get pretty upset when I brought him up earlier, is all,” Steve says defensively. 

“Trust me, it’s definitely not Sam.” 

“Stop playing around. Who is it?” 

“I don’t know, this is kind of fun-” 

Steve groans, “Bucky, c’mon...” and Bucky chooses that moment to lean over and touch Steve’s lips to his own before he can think twice. Of course Steve tastes like the summer night, the ozone weed, and something sweet that’s distinctly his own. Steve is frozen when Bucky parts, his eyes closed. 

“It’s you, you big idiot,” Bucky finally murmurs. He can barely hear himself over the blood pounding in his ears. Steve opens his eyes slowly, as if waking up from a dream. A smile tentatively spreads across his face, igniting one on Bucky’s as well. 

“You’re serious?” Steve stammers, and Bucky suddenly remembers that one of the common side effects of smoking pot is anxiety. “I can’t-- I feel like you’re messing with me right now, Buck. Please tell me you’re not.” Bucky can’t stand the pleading pitch and quickly covers Steve’s hands. 

“I’m dead serious. I’ve been crazy about you for pretty much as long as I can remember,” and it’s weird hearing it aloud and knowing it’s real, but worth it for the grin that ignites Steve’s beautiful face. 

“Wow.” Now Steve actually sounds breathless. “You know I was only chasing all those other guys to distract myself from how bad I wanted you, right?” 

Bucky’s heart skips a beat in his chest; he definitely didn’t know that. “Who’s the asshole now,” he laughs, and Steve swats at him. “Breaking my heart for a few good-looking dickheads-” 

“Buck, stop,” Steve whines, and Bucky presses another kiss to Steve’s cheek like it’s the most natural thing in the world. 

“Okay, okay. Let’s go back upstairs.” Plucking what’s left of the joint out of Steve’s hand, he takes another drag and puts it out on the dirt below them. 

Steve pauses. Bucky knows that mischievous glint in his eye. “You know, sex is really good while high. I’ve never done it, but I’ve jerked off, and it’s always different-” 

“Great, enough talking, more walking upstairs.” Bucky feels like he’s walking on a cloud. He still can’t wrap his head around it; he actually has everything he’s ever wanted since grade school. 

Maybe Steve was a bad influence, and Bucky couldn’t have been more grateful. 

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1, 2, 8, 10, 11, 14, 19, 20, 23, 26, aaaand 27 all for monster high!!!!! >:)

1. What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?* 

twyla/river like Okay I Gues....Howleen’s right there but Okay I Gues.....also jackson/deuce like bitch yall only ship this because jackson’s a twink

2. Are there any popular fandom OTPs you only BroTP?*

cleo/ghoulia but that’s just my personal onion. ppl shipping them is totally valid! i just see them as sisters plus their moms get married in my hc

8. Have you received anon hate? What about?*

yeah yall remember that ozzycobblepot person.. got told to kill myself bc i pointed out how they were transphobic VGHBFJKDASFHSADKJFASJDK good times

10.Most disliked arc? Why?

ill go w movie and that’d be freaky fusion...its just...not good....bungled racism metaphors....bad writing...frankie/neighthan.....

11.Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

moanica??? i get the impression that ppl think shes a ghoulia replacement but shes very good and i stan her. i cant think of any unpopular mh characters that i stan FLADSJFKLASDJFKLAS wait. cleo’s not popular outside of tumblr right. shes my angel.

14.Unpopular opinion about your fandom?

too many fucking jackson jekyll stans. hes FINE but hes not that great and deuce and clawd and heath and HOLT are way more interesting and thats the truth

19.What is the one thing you hate most about your fandom?

a lot of things but mharena probably gets me the most heated. GOT me the most heated. i’m banned now so thats not a problem anymore LOL

20.What is the purest ship in the fandom?

cleuce and i will fucking throw hands over this because im gonna defend it til i die. yall have already seen me write paragraphs on paragraphs about them so i wont talk too much but i love them. VERY strong contenders are also lagoona/rochelle and twyla/howleen

23.Unpopular character you love?

vandala is really good and i stan her so hard

26.Most shippable character?

frankie!! that girl’s heart is so full of love

27.Least shippable character?

gil webber. he gets shipped with sadness and thats what he deserves

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Bioshock Rapture Residence: The List Anya Andersdotter: She was an assassin who was trying to kill Ryan for taking her daughter, failed and is hung up on the wall outside his office.  She had a bob cut Anna Culpepper: English Major, Cohens biggest enemy, Ryans enemy in association, Sullivan murdered her for speaking out against Cohen and Ryan.  She’s super cute and looks like she could be one of those Spanish dancers (I love her). Atlas: Raptures biggest Twink  Andrew Ryan: A smelly bastard, who looks like he could use a break but he kinda did this to himself Augustus Sinclair: You know him as that charming southern voice mf who would probably sell you your own kidney if he could.  Your bff until Lamb says it was her turn on the xbox and you didn’t give her the controls. Bill McDonagh: sweet man trying to make peace with everyone, was ryans right hand man until he chose his family and Rapture over Ryan, he has a sick looking mustache and he’s balding.  He is also dead and hung on the wall outside Ryans office. Brigid Tenenbaum: Literally wife material,  the only one that matters and has the best character development in all three games.  Your mother goose, your canonical autistic babe, looks like a cinnamon roll but will kill someone. Charles Milton Porter: Also known as Sigma.  Sweet sea grandpa who just wants to love his wife again.  Inventor of the Thinker, you can find this sweet man in minervas den. Diane McClintock: Ryans fiancee, she was kinda annoying and maybe tried to have a thing with Dr. Steinman?  Oh well, she eventually joined Atlas’s rebellion, but ended up being killed after she found out the BIG secret  Eleanor Lamb: A baby who could kick some serious ass if she needs to.  Your tour guide through rapture, when you finally get tired of Sinclair and want a young new look. Frank Fontaine: smells like new money, dresses like fake royalty (-T. Jefferson in the hamilton stand point), your iconic bastard, your big bad wolf, etc.   Gil Alexander: Your head honcho of the robotics department in Fontaine futuristics.  He eventually agrees to be the first utopian and becomes Alexander the Great.  He pair bonded big daddies and little sisters, worked with suchong and sinclair on the vita chambers, and felt guilt after realizing he turned Eleanor into a little sister. Grace Holloway: Eleanors temp mom when Lamb gets arrested.  She joined the family because Lamb gave her a kid, something she couldn’t have, and oh yeah ryan killed her husband.  She was a singer in a night club.  she has a hate boner for delta for breaking her jaw.  Hector Rodriguez: One of cohens disciples (ie the drunk), not much back story on him because Ken hates us.  All we know if Cohen did something to him without consent and he thinks all the art is Rapture, especially Cohens, is a joke. Jack: It’s a SON Jasmine Jolene: Ryans side bitch, Jasmine is really sweet actually, she use to work with Cohen and Martin on the surface Ryan knew her then too.  She is Jacks mommy.  Ryan killed her. Johnny Topside: You may also know him as Delta.  I don’t remember much about him, besides that he found rapture by accident, is imprisoned then turned into a big daddy for basically tripping. Julie Langford: Another wife that deserved so much more.  She is the creator of Arcadia, badass bitch with big round glasses.  She was a teacher and helped in WWII before coming to Rapture. JS Steinman: your sociopathic doctor. Was probably dapper before using so many drugs and seeing the illusion of Persephone and trying to make things symmetric. Kyle Fitzpatrick: another of cohens disciples.  Cohen favors him (?).  He has no background and we only know him because hes the first we meet before cohen blows him up.   Part 1 Finished: TBH I have to go to the doctor.  I will finish the other half when I get back home.  I hope this is a good start to remembering

Hey can someone actually help me with remembering all the Bioshock characters? Like- specifically in Rapture- I have the hardest time remembering names and a h,,,