#lil sketchie after a week of not drawing :)

[creepycoffins]

Can I get a kiss? And can you make it last forever?

[thewandererh]

good morning chat. i have awoketh at 4am on a school morning (yikes) to bring you some flipaclip art to pass the time 🥱👍

these are from both animated projects and doodlestuffs!! ill label which they are in my caption ^^. sluggo draws all her masterpieces with flipaclip so i wanted to get in on the hype lol. and turns out, i really really like it as a drawing program :] <33. only recently picked it up as a doodling program (after a year of trying it initially) so some of these non-animation-project drawings range in age and skill.

⚠️TW // sketchy imagery of stitches, bleeding/crying eye sockets (heart activities), oddly ominous intense eye contact, SUL trying to look hot lmao

so, without further ado…

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1. two good big great arts i did at like 10pm!!

drew these partially on voice call with that same sluggo one night during the last few weeks of summer, and continued it after we got off call. apparently i got a huge kick in my skills that night because these turned out different but really good. really good posing and perspective and h a n d s,, i love my art but these two slides feel like some autistic daydream lmaoo

oh!! as for context:

🧡= medical!hms whole

💜= thdph x rainworld kismet

💛= thdph x rainworld checkmate (hes supposed to be orange but ah well)

💙= thdph x rainworld deedee :3

the 1st slide emphasizes how these two got good diverse faces, and the 2nd is a joke sluggo made during call lmao. minecraft wouldn’t load and she found a shirt with a misspelling of minecraft on it (probably on pintrest lol).

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2. Shads & Whole :]

aight, now for two more doodles from that same ‘project’ from above (aka they are recent). these two are my beloved antagonist shadows in his gold rush arc doing a silly, and a whole vent i drew when feeling the stress of school starting soon (that i perfected later). as i’m writing this, im starting the 2nd week of the school year and so far it’s been really interesting!!

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3. onto animation snippets!

MONSTER: a wip anim of shadows & twine (the ogs before everyone else)

APPLE BOTTOM JEANS: a joke with spectrum and sul i probably wont continue or redraw

???: and the thiRd is an animation that is actively being updated and redrawn and im so excited for it hehehe. itll release by hopefully the end of this year!! i released some gifs of it a bit back that i’ll link down beloww

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4. drawings from Minnesota (+ sul)

these were from when i first experimented with flipaclip!! i was on i think a winter break? down in minnesota?? again, just recently picked it up so my latest doodles have been a lil more skillful. but i really really really like these.

aight! first!! old lizard oc art :]! hydra: lizard experiment and now boom they have 4 heads (azure is not in this one)

then there’s a black throated loon because i was getting into them at the time!! was watching lots of documentaries. ended up getting a loon plush from the mall of america :]

and thEn, finally, a really old sul art that probably surpasses these both in age. i hopped on flipaclip to do a doodle, and there it has stayed for probably over a year now. god i love him so much. OH MY GOD THIS WAS BACK WHEN HE HAD NO ANTENNAE HOLES wow this really is old

[elena-oc-blog]

Awe yeah! Ref time! This time captain lukka who was originally designed for me by @tetrameryxx all the way back in the days of colors!3D! She was in desperate need of an anthro ref (because I want commissions of her and also she is just neat as hell) so I went ahead and quickly whipped one up! It's a lil sketchy and wonky but im very happy with it! I hope you guys like it too! Here is her info:

Name: Lukka Bordey Gender: Female Height: 155 cm Age: 38 Sexuality: Pansexual Personality: Rowdy, impulsive, a jokester, loves her crew and being amongst friends, loud, sassy, open minded, playful, carefree, a bit childish. Loves committing pranks, taunts her enemies and tries her best to keep the mood light hearted/hopeful/cheer her crew up if things get tough. She will also allow her crew members to be upset and sad and understands that people can not be happy all the time. She will gladly provide a listening ear to someone who is struggling with something and also offer advice if asked for it. Lukka also loves music, especially folk music, pub music and of course sea shanties. After a succesful raid, she and her crew will party with drinks, music and dancing. She is also fiercely protective of children, especially her two adopted little ones Steve and Corraline.

Bio: She ran away as a teen because her home life was very unpleasant and toxic. She hung around the docks for a couple of weeks, begging and stealing money and food. She eventually befriended a fisherman who became her mentor of sorts. He teached her how to sail, how to fish, how to tie knots, all that handy stuff. At some point he got murdered in front of her eyes (though she was hidden from the attacker) and she was so heartbroken she just couldn't bare to hang around anymore. She took his boat and sailed out, never to return to her homeland. Eventually she met Bo, with whom she upgraded her boat to a pirate ship. Her crew slowly kept growing until she had a small crew of misfits that she was the mom to that she never got. The last addition to her crew was Steve who she saved from the cruel and self proclaimed pirate king Crom. Crom is very angry with her for taking away his plaything and is out for revenge, wanting to enslave her and her crew. She does not fear him however and instead mocks and taunts him whenever their ships meet, often only barely getting away with her life. Luckily she is not alone in her fight against Crom as another pirate captain Blackmane, also can't stand the guy. The two are close friends and even have flings from time to time though they never stay together long because they each have their own ships to look after and places they want to go. Their crews get along great however and they are almost like family. Abilities: Lukka might be short but she is also spicy! She is very skilled in using her two cutlass swords and can slash you to ribbons in seconds if you aren't careful. On top of that, she is very agile and fast, so it's hard to land a hit on her. She can produce blue crackling electricity from both her maw and her hands as well as draw it from her environment during a thunderstorm and sending it her enemies's way. She also has minor wind magic which allows her to create brief wind currents that can generate enough lift to allow her to lift off with her wings, as well as send short bursts of wind to knock a weapon out of someone's hand if they aren't holding on to it properly. Lastly, she is an amazing swimmer, being able to swim both fast and for long periods of time. She can hold her breath for up to a minute.

[pepperpixel]

“When I get through this part, will the next one be the same?

Will I be wondering. if I’m awake?”

Hello ppl of the internet. I drew this like a week or so ago cuz I’ve had. such a strong fucking need to share this song. And how much it reminds me of my experience w the fire and the state of my life afterwords and shit. Like to uNREAL levels. Like even shit like “my clothes are wet” Is like… literally because the fire ppl dumped tons of water in my house my cLOTHES WERE WET. And that’s just a specific lil minutiae thing but! Every single line. And The entire over all feeling of the song just. Strikes such a fucking chord with me.. And originally I wanted to make a venty sorta animatic thing set to it. To illustrate that and share it with ppl.. but. Every time i tried to do it it didn’t turn out right. And then it started like. Getting me in a worse mood trying to draw my feelings and experience and stuff about it out. Like dwelling on it again after so long made it worse. Cuz it’s easier to just try and ignore how much life markedly sucks more now and just keep pushing forward. To hopefully get through it. And be normal again some day, But. I still. Idk something in my brain just wants ppl to get it. How I feel about this shit, And this song is rlly it. Like perfectly the feelings. So I made some simple little vent art. That wouldn’t take me too long or bog my brain down. That way I could finally share it with you guys.

(Also… a not so fun lil extra tidbit. I put off posting this for a bit cuz it’s kinda sketchy and shitty. But what actually has now. Gotten me to actually post it. Is!!! There was! Another fucking fire situation that happened to me yesterday. And. It was nowhere near as serious as the last one. Like. It’s all handled and my house is fine. It was just. We think it was a cigarette that one of our neighbors dropped, But. It was still!!! Upsetting! And a lot of smoke! Right up next to my house. Coming from out of the ground! And even before we saw the smoke I had been smelling a weird smokey smell the whole night before it and. That plus the actual fire made me immediately think: “There’s definitely a fire thats been going on for hours under my house. And it could be huge by now. And we’ve just disturbed it and exposed it to air. And any moment now it’s all going to go to shit! everything’s going to come crashing down again!” and. THANKFULLY THAT DIDNT HAPPEN. BUT. YEAH, that just! Kind of rattled me!!! More then just rattled me… so. I felt the urge to.. finally post this. Cuz idk.. I’m thinking about fires and shit and in a bad mood.. it felt like the right time ghgh-)

[trashlie]

ILY FP 178

Oh boy, where do I start? I didn’t write last week (or the week before, maybe?) and there’s so many things I’d like to touch on, but I think if i address everything, this will become too long and I’ll never get around to finishing, because I’ll just be yelling into the abyss forever. But man, I’ve been enjoying these recent episodes a lot. So let’s get into it!

I’m going to jump right in it because I know what you’re all really here for lol and I want to yell about it, too. AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

After Shinae poured her heart out to Nol in the rain only for him to walk away, and again earlier when walking with Minhyuk, it’s only fair for her to hear back the things she needed to hear, too. That day she met with Nol after school, she never actually received a verbal response about their entire relationship being fake. For us as readers, we know his hug was his mask dropping, his inability to resist something he’s been fighting this whole time. Here he was trying to sever his relationship with Shinae, to end their entire friendship (and maybe make her resent him to make it easier) and he crumbled and went for the hug he’d reached for numerous times. But Shinae doesn’t have the knowledge we have. For her, that hug must’ve been confusing. How can Nol say one thing and act another way? 

And she’s been so persistent in trying to reach him, any way she could, even sending him a message earlier in the night that she knew (or believed) he’d never read because he’d decided to purge them from his life. Unlike us, Shinae doesn’t know how much Nol struggles with his choices, that his entire altercation with her left him reeling and dry heaving. She’s only begun to get a glimpse into what his life has been like and knows enough to know that he’s dealt with profound loneliness like her, but she’s been unable yet to reach him. 

The same way Shinae said things to Nol she might not have told him face to face while she was walking with Minhyuk, Nol is able to convey things that he probably wouldn’t have said to her himself. Maybe. Idk, Shinae has a way of disarming Nol, which is definitely one of the reasons he avoid her. It’s easier to stick to his plan when he’s not facing her, when she’s not drawing unwitting honesty from him as she’s done time and time again.

I gotta say, I never expected this delivery to come thanks to Lil Buddy, and I’ve never been so happy to see him attack Nol lmaooooo poor Nol. I’d wondered if now that Nol was no longer faking a personality, pretending to be Yeonggi, Lil Buddy might not regard him as so sketchy but I was clearly wrong LMAOOOOOO and it’s even funnier that like, Nol is just trying to have a whole rational conversation with this cat hahahaha. (The way Shinae refers to it as “Lil Buddy and Yeonggi fighting” as opposed to, you know, Lil Buddy attacking him lmaooooooo) 

A couple things of note in that interaction: 

Not only is Nol trying to have a rational conversation with Lil Buddy, but he’s just there making his silly puns, even though no one is around. There’s been a lot of conversation about where Yeonggi ends and Nol begins and how much of Yeonggi was really Nol, and I always felt hat Yeonggi was just an exaggerated version of who he really is, and I think this really confirms that idea. Sure, quim has said that Nol has a dark sense of humor, but I think he also still has that impish, playful sense of humor, too. He, like all people, contains multitudes. 

I love the fact that he thinks he can WRESTLE A CAT hellbent on tearing him to shreds 

“Let’s settle our differences by talking.” BABE. 

I’m also entirely amused by the way Shinae is just there watching this whole scene with an air of Yujing, by which I mean, she seems almost detached from the scene unfolding. I fully can’t blame her - even though she knows Nol is skulking around like a feral cat, he DID hurt her, he DID lie, and she’s made it clear that no matter what she wants to cherish and continue that friendship but, well, she can’t deny that Lil Buddy sensed what she couldn’t. Which is why it’s SO satisfying that what follows is the honesty Nol hasn’t been able to deliver her. 

Something about Nol apologizing to Lil Buddy (to Shinae) and confessing “I really liked her! She’ special to me” without knowing she’s there witnessing this, hearing the things he refuses to tell her is SO good to me, because it’s such an honest moment. He has no one to perform for and he’s appealing to an attack cat via truths that he probably has tried to deny to himself over and over.

But we know. We know the way Nol is helpless to deny Shinae anything, the way he’s drawn to her even when he tries to resist her. We know the moments they’ve shared where he’s bared just a little too much, said something that might convey more than he wanted, been affected by her more than he’d like to be. Even on a completely platonic level, all of those moments have added up to Shinae becoming an important, special person to him, the same way he has to her. Shinae, who pays attention to what others doesn’t, and treats him the way he’s always craved. Shinae, who first was just someone he saw himself in and wanted to help and came to become someone who wanted to return that favor. Shinae, who makes Nol feel seen and maybe start to feel like she could undrstand him, too.

I wonder if he would have said these things out loud face to face if they’d caught up to each other before Lil Buddy did. I’m inclined to say I doubt it, because he’s been trying hard not to say anything that will continue their friendship, but at the same time, Shinae just has a way of bringing out a little too much honesty in him, and I think he worries (regrets?) about her thinking that none of their friendship mattered. Even though he’s trying to sever ties, I think he still wants her to know that everything mattered to him as much as it did to her. 

UGH GOD. I LOVE it I’m never getting over it. “She’s special to me!” 

THEY’RE SPECIAL TO EACH OTHER THEY ARE SO! SO! IMPORTANT TO EACH OTHER SOBS and I hope he finds out right away that she heard that, because he owes her an explanation and he owes her an apology and she deserves to be heard out by him. More than that, I hope that Nol can realize that trying to shake off her friendship doesn’t benefit either of them and that he’s better off accepting her friendship and letting her fiercely love him. Please, I want Nol to accept love SO BADLY. I want him to realize that it is other peoples’ decisions to love him, not his to make on their behalf. 

But speaking of love, this arc is really delivering us a lot of moments with fathers, and I can’t get too deeply into it, so maybe I’ll make that another post. I really love it, though? There’s a lot of father-child stories as the backbone to ILY that are important and require addressing. Rand and Kousuke (and Nol) will not resolve any time soon, but I do love seeing Rand making effort, seeming to finally understand his failings. I do want to get into this later because as we know, I’m weirdly into those relationships lol. Unlike Rand, though, Shinae’s issues with Shimhan aren’t nearly as heavy and more easily resolved. Obviously she has a lot of resentment about how her family was split and the trouble her father caused by trying to spare her the burden, but that’s not nearly as difficult to deal with. 

I’m glad he was the one who came to the rooftop. I know some fans felt like they were let down and that it was built up for nothing but... the only ones who built it up were us. Ultimately, Shimhan being the person on the rooftop tied us back to the original point of the story. Everything happened because of Shimhan/their family. Food poverty intrigued her to go to the initial party where she first met Nol and Kousuke. Desperation to help her father as the reason she took a job and applied at the company. Sheer desperation to save her father was the only reason she was at the formal. Shiane’s father and their love for each other remains an undercurrent of this story in the same way that Nol and Kousuke’s bad relationships with Rand are. At its heart, ILY has always told stories about families, so Shimhan joining her on the rooftop drove that point back to the forefront, like a reminder that all of these things that’s happened, everything Shinae has endured, has been because of their relationship, and I love that. 

I also love that they got to have that conversation, where Shimhan is aware of how the things they’ve gone through has hurt Shinae, but he wants to do better. I wonder what he’s planning - I’d love to see him return to school and get his degree like he’d always wanted, but Shinae’s got to go to school first. I know he’d never dare pay for his own schooling before hers. Very curious what he’s talking about, though. 

Full disclosure, was totally shocked to find that Shimhan has been into Mina, because frankly, I thought he finds her overbearing lol. It makes more sense with him talking about it, I mean obviously we aren’t going to see their romance grow but it was just something I had NOT expected lmao 

Anyway, this is my attempt to keep it as short and sweet as possible. I’m looking forward to next week - I think quim has done enough fake outs that she can’t keep it up, right? Please let next week be the time Nol and Shinae finally talk - or at least for him to find out she heard what he said to Lil Buddy. Even if they don’t talk in the next chapter, I’m still confident they’ll talk before the night is over, and “She’s special to me” will probably be enough to hold Shinae over for now. To know that their relationship was, in fact, reciprocal, that she matters to him as much as he does to her, that even though he’s avoiding her, she means as much to him as he does to her UUGGGGGGHHHHHH PLS. I’m not even begging for romance here I just! Want! Their friendship! Mended! I want them to TALK PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!! 

[dolce-peach]

Hii! Could you do like a Loki X reader avenger that has like angel like powers that would be interesting! Btw I love your fics hope you're safe out there have a nice day :))

with you

pairing: loki x avenger!reader

warnings: slight violence, blood, loki being an absolute lil bean at times

a/n: tysm anon!  i got excited for this one, cuz i’m a sucker for anything fantasy :)  also i put loki on the team because i believe that’s beautiful *wipes eyes* hope you guys like it!

permanent taglist: @kaitlynmalikisnotonfire

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You were grooming your large white wings, sitting on the edge of the Avengers Tower.  You relished the cool breeze circling your legs as they dangled over the side of the building.  Some pedestrians recognized you from down below and waved, and you smiled and waved back with a wing.

Life as an Avenger was strange but good.  Though you did appreciate them, you just couldn’t get used to the way humans went about their days.  They were odd yet endearing creatures.

When they asked you to be part of their team, you couldn’t refuse their cause to protect the world.

“Avengers, please report to Hangar 1,” JARVIS’ voice echoed through the comms.

Without hesitation, you folded your wings comfortably and made your way downstairs until you arrived at the hangar, where everyone was waiting.

You naturally gravitated towards Loki, who was surveying the scene before him.

“What’s going on?” you asked.

“Not the slightest idea,” he said.  “Something about Hydra, I assume.”

You frowned.

As far as you knew, Tony and Steve had been tracking down numerous Hydra forts looking for the stolen sceptre Loki wielded once before.  He had since then broken away from the effects, but you knew it still haunted him.

“What’s the situation, Tony?” Steve asked as he came forward.

“JARVIS picked something up over in Sokovia.  I think we should check it out,” Tony explained.  He brought up a hologram of a fort.  “It’s small and abandoned.”

“Which would make it easy for them to hide more numbers underground,” Natasha concluded.

Bruce raised an eyebrow.  “C-can they do that?”

“We must be prepared for whatever they throw our way,” Thor said.  “If that means to fight fire with fire, then we’ll do so.”

Clint shrugged.  “Seems sketchy, but this is the first lead we’ve had in a few weeks.”

Steve nodded.  “We’ll have two parties.  Y/N and Loki can sneak inside and look for the sceptre while the rest of us take them on from outside,” he directed.  “If they find it, then by the time they get out and get back to us, we’ll already be long gone before Hydra can do anything.”

“You heard the captain,” Tony said, quirking an eyebrow.  “Let’s move, people.”

You followed everyone onto the Quinjet when Loki grabbed hold of your wrist.   You turned to face him, seeing the concern in his eyes.

“Loki?”

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” he said.

“Why not?  I have you.”

He sighed.  “Yes, but if we manage to find the sceptre, what if i turn against you?”  He looked away.  “What if I can’t save you?”

You laughed.  “I’m an angel, dear.  I don’t need saving.”  You brushed his hair back gently.  “And you won’t turn.  I won’t let you, I promise.”

He closed his eyes, inhaling softly.  “Okay.”

“Come on, Rock of Ages,” Tony called.  “Waiting on you!”

Loki chuckled, rolling his eyes.  “You’re lucky I quietly deal with your antics, Stark.”

You pat his shoulder before getting yourself situated.  “Just let it go,” you teased.

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You flew stealthily through the trees, carrying Loki as you went.  Gunshots and canon fire echoed in the distance, signaling that the Hydra soldiers were distracted by the rest of the Avengers.  

Once you were close to the back entrance, you set Loki down and ran alongside him, meeting a few soldiers head on.

You swung your arm out in front of you, flashing a blinding light that made the soldiers collapse.  You twirled around and blew down the door with one powerful gust from your wings.

“You know, I could’ve handled that,” Loki said as he followed you through the door.

“I know,” you explained.  “But we don’t have much time.”

“I know,” he said quietly with a smirk as the two of you continued down the dark hallway.

Most of the soldiers had cleared out, either evacuating or going out to assist against the rest of the Avengers.  The lucky few you encountered either instantly fainted upon looking into your golden eyes, or screamed in horror at the illusions Loki cast.

At last, you made it to a secret passageway that deviated far from the original hallway.  Your wings shivered from the chilled air that swept through the narrow tunnel.

Your breath was a cloud that barely escaped your lips as you were nearly knocked from your feet by a blur.

“Y/N!”

You turned to see Loki draw his daggers as he wrestled with a young teenage boy with silver hair.

Before you could go and help, your vision grew red before settling.  You turned to see a girl retreating to the shadows, her irises an extreme crimson.  Confusion took a hold of you as old memories clouded your eyes, but you were still able to fight through it and pin her against the stone wall.

“It didn’t work,” she breathed, staring at you with wide eyes.

“Who are you?” you questioned.  

You tightened your grip around her arms, feeling an intense fire rise to your fingertips.  The girl cried out.

“Let me go!” she hissed.  

“Answer my question,” you said calmly, raising your other flaming hand.  “I may be an angel, but I can be the devil if I want to.”

Before you could inflict any more harm, she disappeared in a blur.

You turned to see Loki wiping his bleeding lip, his daggers dissolving within his long fingers.  You rushed over, running your fingers along his lip.

He chuckled.  “I’m fine.”

Your eyes were filled with concern.  “Who were they?” you asked as you began to heal him.

“I’m not sure, but they were young,” he said.  “Maybe enhanced.”

Your fingertips gave off a soft golden glow, sealing the cut back together.  He touched his lip when you were finished, a small smile of gratitude appearing.

“Let’s get the sceptre and get out of here,” you said.

“Great plan.”

The said sceptre lay in the middle of the room under a large Chitauri Leviathan.  Other broken parts of the Chitauri soldiers lay around on various tables, making the room smell strongly of burnt flesh.  

Loki cautiously took the sceptre in his hands, shakily breathing out as he touched the gold staff.

You touched his shoulder.  “You okay?”

He sighed, which was enough for you.  “Let’s get back.”

“Captain, we have the sceptre,” you said in your earpiece as the two of you walked back through the tunnel.  

“Good.  We’re by the edge of the forest.”

“Copy that.”

You were suffocating before the two of you emerged out in the snowy forest, the fresh cold air filling your chest.

And without a warning, your knees buckled.

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Y/N!

You watched drops of blood fall onto the white snow beneath your feet.  They fell one by one, staining the pure white until a pool was created around you.

Shaking, you lifted your gaze up to see someone aiming a bow and arrow at you.  His face was blurred and dark in the red fire of the forest.

A shot rang through the air, and moments later, the arrow dug itself into your stomach.

You fell to your knees, feeling the one thing you were promised you wouldn’t feel.  Pain blossomed from the wound, making you double over.

“Y/N!”

Your eyes shot open, staring directly into Loki’s.  

Breathe! your mind screamed.

Your eyes darted around, trying to grasp where you were.

“It’s okay!  You’re safe,” he said.  “You’re at home.”

“Home,” you murmured.  After a few deep breaths, you closed your eyes.  “What happened?”

“The enhanced we ran into...”

“What about them?”

“We think one of them might have affected you,” he explained.

You shook your head.  “That’s impossible.”

“They got their powers from the sceptre,” he said.  “Who’s to say they can’t knock an angel or a god off their feet?”

You sighed, covering your face in your hands.  You could almost still feel the snow against your skin.

“That vision you had,” Loki began.  “Who was that?”

“A fallen angel.  A comrade I tried to save,” you replied.  You looked at him and raised an eyebrow.  “I thought we agreed you wouldn’t look into my head anymore.”

“I needed to know if you were alright,” he said.  “If you died, I’d be beside myself.”

You pursed your lips.  “I’m fine,” you said.  “Just shaken, that’s all.”  You laughed bitterly.  “I thought I forgot it all, but I guess no matter how long you live, you’ll always remember something like that.”

Loki nodded.  “I know what you mean.”

You took one long look at the god and smiled sadly.  “Yes, you do.”

He brushed his black locks back.  “I’m sorry, Y/N.  I should’ve sensed them coming.”

“It’s okay,” you said.  “Truly, it’s okay.  It’s a good thing we were prepared anyways, otherwise, we would’ve had a hard time making it out.”

He chuckled.  “True, but nothing’s impossible for this god,” he said as he pointed to himself.

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing, making Loki grin from ear to ear.  Hearing your laugh was enough to cure all the sicknesses in the world and ban darkness to the edges of the galaxy.  

It was a sound that vividly spelled, “Everything’s going to be okay.”

And it was.

[jaxxsoxxn]

Yall remember making yourself in the DSMP?

Some memes for my soul... :)) Wilbur neg if u didn't see/ban the tag :]

Also tw. Axe i guess and drugs + war not graphic mentioned

Cass(ian) PH. Antom who lived in DSMP for a while before the first disc war.

PH: I like drugs.

PH: But I don't like wars.

After he left to the Nether, Philza was the one who finally found his portal on some dessert and walked into it to see the red forest with a quite big cave there. And here we have my boi.

Phil made him go with him by using gold, which the hybrid loves,, bc,,, shiny.

He tells him a story about how this fukin countries were formed and how it started, but he erased himself from it. Like he was never there.

Even if he made Wilbur build walls by saying how winged hybrids hated it. Even if he told him about beautiful wings that looked like the night sky on Dream's back.

Even if he laughed about how much fear tnt caused to people.

He was silent when the crow hybrid asked him about the wars, even if he heard the explosives blow up when he looked for some normal wood.

Front and back:

If you're wondering how tf his "axe-holding" works, it's a bandaid which holds it in place and then goes trough his hoodie back on his body.

The shiny white thing is a ghast tear... For angst purposes...

Scars made by a hoglin when he was a child, stupid lil' hybrid in the Nether.

Stupid, so stupid.

Is it sketchy af? Yes.

Do I have my main drawing tablet with me now tho? No.

I am too blind for my little laptop, it's fukin tiny, send help.

I'll draw better character bs when I'll come back from wacation, gimme a week.

[tfw-no-tennis]

mtmte liveblog issue 22

oooh man, its time to feel some EMOTIONS!

I'm BACK after a hiatus, which was due in part to me getting my 1st dose of the covid vaccine! woohoo!

anyways, starting here w/issue 22....we have a great cover w/thunderclash, the legend himself

oof. the covers made me forget how much I don't like the art this issue...I hate to be mean to the artists but this art style just isn't doin it for me chief

god I love this issue though. the framing device of rewind’s movie is so so fantastic

tailgate listing off all his fake awards/accomplishments....ily 

rodimus my boy, you're a prime in my heart

the ‘not a decepticon’ label for cyclonus is so much hvbhkjfbskjf

I literally wanna comment on every single panel bc I love all the characters so much but then id be here forever...that being said whirl ily sm 

hvbjdfbhsfjhdfshja BRAINSTORM ‘according to perceptor - ships genius’ hvhdkjhbfhjs ily dumb gay idiot

and then the cut to perceptor after brainstorm like, blew up his lab vjbkdsfnbksjf dude

GODDDDDD drift ‘your name...defines you. it’s your soul expressed in syllables. hm? oh, yes, sorry. it’s drift.’ GOD he’s so fucking funny. I love early story hippy drift

god I cant stop thinking about how good this whole issue would be as an animated show...like, specifically rewinds film, it would be SO FUCKING GOOOOOOD mtmte show WHEN

rewiiiiind ;_; I fuckgin love rewind god. fellow video editing enthusiast....

ohhhh rodimus being embarrassed about his big speech at the beginning of mtmte....my boy I love u so much

gjhnbgehjsrkfbjksf magnus being suspicious of rewind oh my god. magnus ily but please, look at the lil guy, he’s a good boy, most of the time

the fuckgin footage that magnus removed hbvhakjbfhskf god. wasn't that intended to be footage of magnus dancing? I love him

minibot squad.....

and here it begins, the mystery stick rung question...

poor rung oh my god he’s just trying to polish his lil spaceship and people r throwing shit at him. taking Ls as per usual it seems

hand grenade tag hvbfjksdnfbkjdf love that callback

noooo rungs ship :( 

magnus’s censorship vhbhadkjfhdbhjsakjhfn

oh man I forgot about how they met that race of Transformers But More 

the one-upsmanship hbvkajsbehfjks

whirrrrrl lmao I love whirl sm

goddddd whirl just killing that other alien and ending the 16 million yr long civil war bvkjsdbfhjjkafs so fucking much

oh god oh god the ‘are you happy’ page, I'm not emotionally equipped to handle this like, ever

but I will say I feel like it would be EVEN MORE oof if it were milne or someone drawing it bc I feel like this art style takes away from some of the impact bc the expressions aren't really that...expressive? idk how to put it

anyways. every single answer destroys me!!! like even the happy ones, like chromedome and rewind and tailgate - well, in present time, none of those three are doing so hot, so that makes this just hurt 

and rung....that is so fucking depressing. jesus. this guy is so fuckng sad, somebody get him a friend stat

and swerve...ouch. this readthru I've really noticed how much early-mtmte swerve is not-so-subtly like, crying out for help bc he’s so alone and shit. jesus 

also brainstorms response is just plain ole sad w/context, but at this point in the story without context, it just seems very foreboding lmao. I'm realizing this readthru that brainstorm is very sketchy and ominous in a particular ‘is he evil?’ mad scientist sorta way in early mtmte

and then everyone else is also just so OOF in their own unique sad ways, but I think the worst out of everyone is drift....GODDDDDD. especially considering that at this point in the story, drift is this kinda goofy hippy guy, so seeing him just sit there with his face in his hand, not even answering the question...AND knowing that shortly after this he’ll end up banished...IT FUCKING HURTS M8!

meanwhile, the more upbeat ‘quest to see rungs alt mode’ continues...with an ‘alt mode party’ vhbadkjsdfnabskjf it looks so silly with a bunch of cars just sitting around a table lmao

I cant even tell who everyone is bc they so rarely turn into cars n shit lmaoooooo 

rodimus with the bucket on his head hbvhakjbfskjf I CANT

everyone’s reactions to thunderclash...i fucking love it

the fact that TAILGATE doesn't hate him, even though we’ve seen that tailgate tends to dislike people who are universally liked/who have achieved a lot of impressive things

rodimus you petty thot vbdkjbfdjhsakjdf ily

RODIMUS IS SO FUNNYYYYYY ‘I'm not making all these sacrifices and leading these guys into battle and being inspirational - I'm not doing that because it makes me look good’ RODIMUS VBHSKJDFNBKSJF

thunderclash talking about magnus’s article on typefaces....hdbksjfsdbkjgfb bro

AND THEN MAGNUS HUGS HIM....HGBSKJFDSHFKD I CANT

POOR DRIFT bvhajkdfbhjkjsfd rodimus saying he ‘rehabilitated him’ oh my god

the whole spectralism thing...im sorry I cant get over how funny all this is vbakdjfbksjf thunderclash rlly b out here charming rodimus’s entire crew

and then ratchet comes in, calling tc ‘thunders,’ and tc immediately notices ratchets new hands (somehow) hvbkjfhbskjf truly amazing

it cracks me up that rodimus is all 😒😒 at thunderclash, even though as we come to find out, tc really IS That Perfect, and him complimenting rodimus isn't sarcasm at all lmao

AND THEYRE LOOKING FOR THE KNIGHTS OF CYBERTRON TOO HVSDHFJBSHKHDFJS OF COURSE

the vis vitalis being a life support machine spaceship is a really cool concept tho

‘rescuing some orphans from an exploding sun’ I fucking cant

evil guy: [holds a gun to thunderclash’s head] 

rodimus: :D finally something doesn't go his way!

he’s so petty I’m..........dkdjhfdabhduifadijgl

and its the aliens from earlier! oooh

GODDD I forgot that swerve used rung in mystery stick mode to SCHWACK the guy

rung casually dropping the fact that the functionists like, experimented on him...there's a lot of implications there, and that'll certainly be explored more later...

the fact that his ID card says ‘rong’ hvbhjakhdsbfakhsjfn 

oughufadkfujbsfk the circle of light throwing wrenches n shit at skids...guys cmon vbhsdjkfnslfd

the circle of light is like ‘wtf you all have trauma and a bunch of weird unhealthy coping mechanisms this is wack byeeeee’ lmao

skids calling the lost light his home is rlly sweet tho

cant believe the religious space hippy cult is being so rude about a film made by a guy who died like a week ago. unreal 

cd finally figured out how to make the pffft sound, good for him

AUGHHHHH the fact that rewind used ‘little victories’ as the title of the film and that's something that chromedome said in the video ;_; I'm fucking inconsolable 

rodimus, despite his obvious posturing for the camera during the whole issue, comes off as surprisingly genuine when he says that he hasn't thought about his own future much, but wants the crew to have a happy ending....im gonna cry

‘who knows what's around the corner?’ tailgate, PLEASE don't say that, oh my god, 

OUGHHHH GROUP SHOT 

OHHH mannnnNNNNN i love this issue SO MUCH. what a good fun emotional rollercoaster wrap-up to mtmte s1. god. 

like, this issue has it all - humor, drama, crippling sadness, intrigue, worldbuilding...it’s so excellent 

and getting to see rewind again hurts so bad but also I love him

ok quick mtmte s1 retrospective...god s1 is so fucking good. I'm gonna have to read more to say which chunk of mtmte I liked best but s1 is so fucking excellent that it might be my favorite. though its hard to pick bc there's so much good stuff later on too...whatever, the point is s1 is so so good

the plotlines and characters are fucking stellar. like I cant even believe how well Everything works, its very impressive. I cant really think of anything major that made me go ‘yeah could've done without that plotline/character’

I love how dedicated jro is to connecting everything. I've mentioned it before but basically every single moment in the series has payoff - what you initially think is just a funny moment, or a fluffy character establishment bit, ends up ALSO being an important plot point later, in some way

an example would be here w/rung and his alt mode - it just seems like a fun little B-plot for this issue, and seems to pretty neatly conclude with the reveal that rung was eventually classified as an ‘ornament’ (lmao)...but we later on get to see a lot more about this, both here and in the functionist universe 

and like, stuff like tailgate’s autobot lessons w/magnus - at first that can be seen as purely character establishment stuff, showing that magnus is a strict rule-lover and tg is a loveable try-hard good boy - but that becomes plot relevant in remain in light, with tailgate saving the day due to his knowledge of the autobot code (and its also character relevant, with magnus’s arc in remain in light). 

and I know this is like. a normal regular thing in writing, but I'm just very impressed about how cleanly jro pulls it off, and how many things he’s juggling at once, especially in early mtmte - it’s very ambitious!

and we gotta remember, this is a comic book. I've read a lot of comic books, and the quality is all over the place. a lot of writers bite off more than they can chew, and the story ends up kinda scattered as a result. 

another thing I see a lot in franchise writing like this is a lack of strong early character establishing due to the author assuming the readers are at least somewhat familiar with the characters already - which can be totally fair depending on where it is in the continuity, but other times it can come off as lazy

in mtmte, the cast is extremely well fleshed out, and not only that, the cast itself is unique in that there are a lot of relative unknowns (franchise-wise) - which I think was an absolutely brilliant move, because then jro was able to essentially create The Definitive Version of these characters - characters like swerve, brainstorm, chromedome, rewind, tailgate...mtmte is their baseline characterization, because they haven't really appeared in much else

this also allows for deviation from the franchise norms - again, a comic book classic is good writing being stifled by a need to stick to a certain status quo regard the characters, the world, the powers, relationships, etc

(I've mostly read DC comics, and some marvel, so I'm thinking superheroes w/all these comic comparisons)

so mtmte had a good recipe for genuine creativity in that the characters were relative unknowns, the plot was basically ‘space road trip,’ the status quo of ‘autobot vs decepticon war’ had been demolished throughout the entire franchise...so jro was able to take all that and run, and it turned out so fantastic

and luckily it isn't over yet! so many comics suffer from premature cancellation...and sadly mtmte/ll isn't exempt from this, as we’ll see later, but I've seen some awful ones, where comics are forced to wrap up in like 2 issues while in the middle of an arc. yikes. 

but another comic staple...one of my least favorite things about comics books in general...something that was basically responsible for driving me away from comics after reading a bunch...the dreaded crossover event

yep, even mtmte isn't immune to this unfortunate plague on the comic industry. crossover events are the absolute worst, and I'm saying this as somebody who adores crossovers (in concept more than execution usually). they SHOULD be my favorite, but unfortunately they p much always completely suck

they're essentially a ploy to get you to read the other ongoing titles, but they usually only serve to bog down whatever story you're reading to the point where you don't even wanna read that one anymore, let alone read all the other ongoings. at least, that’s been my experience 

it doesn't help that reading orders tend to be hard to find/keep track of, and that you need to go read the other series to know what's going on. I just hate it, like, I came here to read THIS series, I don't want a bunch of other series showing up too - even if I was reading two series, I wouldn't want them crossed over, because they're separate stories! augh!

I'm totally losing my focus here but my point is...crossover events suck, and mtmte unfortunately is involved in one. I have not read dark cybertron, and I'm not about to. I've heard nothing but bad things so I have no desire to inflict that upon myself 

soooo ill be reading through the tfwiki articles for those issues to give myself a better understanding of what went on - which is more than I've ever done in the past - and maybe ill even make a single post summarizing my thoughts on what I read in the wiki, lmao

but yea ill be skipping to the mtmte s2 stuff next 

phew ok I'm super tired, my vision keeps blurring out and stuff lmao. its time for bed, I probably have more thoughts but ill save them for later. for now...peace out!

[chinatea]

Ian/Di, abo, drabble.

This is very short and sketchy, so please don't expect a wholesome story or anything. The idea jumped me in the midst of writing a different fic, so I had to take a lil detour and jot this down.

So, Ian(18) is an alpha cleric in training. And Jimin(16) is an omega nun in training. According to an established protocol, they are to become mates. That's it.

Ian’s eyes are closed when the procession of omegas amble into the inner yard, one by one. His senses immediately latch onto their scents, new and sharp and blooming. Unlike the alphas, they never mask them. An omega’s scent is soothing and inviting. Even healing, in case of some senior nuns, albeit the ones present today are still in training, with a long way to go ahead of them.

Same goes for the alphas.

One by one, the omegas settle down on a flat pillow next to their intended alpha. At some point, someone lowers down next to him, the crisp rustling of their clothes pleasant to the ear. Still Ian keeps his eyes closed, his breathing even - his omega is here.

Then, as soon as it started, it's all quiet again. A senior alpha cleric rings the crystal bowl and an hour-long sitting meditation begins.

Later, when Ian opens his eyes, he takes a slow look at the omega beside him. His name is Jimin, he knows. Draped into sky blue from head to toe, a color of the unmated omega, his face is obscured behind a veil.  

“Let’s go,” the alpha says before promptly standing up, hands locking behind his back.

Jimin tips his head in a bow and raises his hand in silent request. Ian hesitates before taking it, helping him onto his feet. Jimin wobbles, unsteady, but doesn’t say a word otherwise. It occurs to Ian then that his limbs must be weeping right now as the omegas don’t go through the same rigorous training the alphas do, meditating for hours on end.

Something urges him to hover close, watching like a hawk for more wobbling, as they leave the yard and enter the gardens - a maze of tall hedges with quiet nooks for contemplation.

Such meetings are mere formality. The time of Jimin’s heat is drawing closer with each week and when it happens, they will mate, as required by the procedure. Ian’s alpha will be satisfied, gaining him the peace of mind needed to proceed with the advanced training.

It is as the founder of their order had said a long time ago: one who fights against one’s own nature is like a dog trying to bite their own tail.

Ian can see the truth in that. Even having gained a decent control over his senses, he, too, can feel the desperation lighting every cell of his body on fire, perhaps with more clarity than the average man would. His alpha is aching for a mate. To lay a claim. Fighting that is as pointless as it is dangerous.

So they don’t - they appease it to the best of their abilities.

Ian didn’t choose Jimin. Initially, he decided to go with whomever his mentor would deem suitable for him. He doesn’t need companionship, he just wants a means to an end, nothing else - anyone would do. Unexpectedly, an omega reached out to him, as is within their rights.

Ian still doesn’t know why Jimin chose him. Not that it matters - just a means to an end, nothing else.

Ian asks him questions as they stroll along a moss-covered path. Ordinary things, about Jimin’s life at the convent - everything that Ian already knows. Their lives are not that different and that’s not an unpleasant thought.

Occasionally an alpha disciple would take a mate outside of their Order - a pure folly, Ian thinks, that only leads to a fragmented mind that is neither here nor there.

On the last leg of their promenade, they always end up sitting on a stone bench under a honeysuckle arch. The conversation dies down on its own, hushed by the sound of a water feature hidden nearby. Ian takes that moment to study the omega - his delicate scent has already imprinted on him and that’s a good sign. They are compatible and their bond will take root easily.   

“Can I ask something of you?” Jimin speaks up.

Ian nods, curious as to what the omega might need of him.

“Can I kiss you?” Jimin proceeds, voice fading into a hush.

Ian stares at him for a long moment.

“If you wish,” he says, his voice even but his blood runs hot as the beast inside him howls. It’s not pleasant. Debilitating for a lesser mind. And while Ian has no obligation to comply, he has no real reason to refuse.

Kissing is simply ignored by the established rules of comportment.

As Jimin inches closer, until nothing but a haze of the omega’s veil separates them, Ian’s gaze gets lost in his eyes and the fullness of his lips, stretched just barely so in a shy smile. His omega is quite a looker.

His lips touch Ian’s cheek through the veil. And the innocence of the gesture is disarming, but not as much as the realization unfurling in his guts that, for a split second, he had expected more. Desired more. Craved it.

Ian catches Jimin’s chin between his fingers, surging for a longer - sweeter - kiss.

The veil stays undisturbed.

It’s not required for an alpha to pay their omega special visits before they mate, but it’s not prohibited either.

Ian shows up a week after that kiss. It wasn’t planned. An impulse. The longing to complete the bond thrumming under his skin. All the more deafening in the tranquility of the covenant.

Scents mixed with incense. Sweet fumes billowing in the air. The silence of it all.

Jimin is preparing tea inside a practice room. A shallow, ankle-deep pool frames it from all sides and the water dances off the stone walls. Somewhere up above their heads the light from the sunbeams whispers.

“Can I ask something of you?”

Ian watches him move. The magic of his hands flitting about like little birds. Every movement so precise it looks effortless.  

Jimin tips his chin in a nod. No veil today. He’s wearing teal. The gossamer fabric covers most of his body, leaving only his shoulders bare. It’s a bit frivolous and Ian thinks he could spend the rest of the day just pressing a thousand kisses on skin.

He moves before he can stop himself, a palm hovering above the shoulder.

“Can I...” he starts.

The rest of it drowns in the air as Ian takes Jimin’s mouth, slipping inside with ease. Jimin is warm and pliant in his arms, their desire unfurling in the room, thick and heavy - Ian licks it off his skin, mouth roving over every inch presented. Like a tribute. The way his ancestors would have felt before claiming a mate. Empowered by the knowledge that everything is the way it should be. Because it feels that way.

“Alpha,” a gasp that throws Ian back to the surface.

His hands are not where they should be, he realizes with chagrin, moving away. His fingertips are wet, dipped into the omega’s scent, and Ian curls them into a fist, nails digging into his palms until it starts to hurt. He takes a deep breath and apologizes.  

“It’s not time,” Ian says, distraught.

“Yet,” Jimin tacks on, looking just as wistful.

(Weeks later, Jimin dons the pastel shade of purple for the first time.)

----

So...that’s the whole thing, lol. I didn’t write it for the plot or anything, just to convey a certain mood, I guess. An experiment, if you will.

Something I didn’t get into detail in the fic is the colors of their clothes. Both alphas and omegas don’t wear just one single color, that would be too boring, but there is a system they must adhere to nevertheless. Unmated omegas can wear all shades of blue and green (often with white and silver undertones) except for very dark ones because those are reserved for alphas. They also can’t be too saturated and be all in your face. Mild, soft, washed-out colors are ideal. Mated omegas, however, move on to the red/purple area of the color spectrum. Alphas have even less variation in colors than omegas. They can choose from grey, blue or black. Dark and muted. Ian wears mostly black but that surprises no one.

And it doesn’t really matter in this story but when I was writing this I imagine they’d practice something similar to zen-buddhism with alphas more focused on meditating and physical training and omegas - on rituals (which can also be a form of meditation), art and healing.

[hoekinsmoved]

HAWKINS 5

i mushed two parts together so this is a lil bit longer than the usual oof

pairing: mike wheeler x oc (steve’s sister)

warning: profanity

P.S.: i moved to a new blog!! visit and follow me here for the rest of the series  ♡  

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I HAVE A FUCKING NAME, ASSHOLE

For the first time since she's step foot on the relatively barren town, Stacy finds herself walking around the commercial area to look for interesting shops or places she can spend time alone. The school she'll be going to in fall is at the heart of Hawkins, as she has scaled. Hawkins Middle is at the center, and a few meters away from it are other establishments like an arcade, a 24/7 diner, a mall, a library, and two parks on opposite ends. Stacy has also taken note of a building shaped like a cross from eagle's view, and how it has police tapes all over them. She figures it used to be Hawkins Laboratory.

The police headquarters weren't any exciting, so she didn't really dwell in there a lot.  Plus, Steve wanted to have lunch at the diner, and nothing invites Stacy better than free food, so of course she's planning on going.

Steve did leave one detail in particular though.

All the other kids are coming, and had Stacy known that before, she would have gladly skipped the manipulative free food offer. She entered the diner and didn't even have to look around to see the big crowd of children. She tried to leave, really, but since they've already seen her enter, Steve didn't let her go. He hurried over to Stacy and literally dragged her to the booth where all of them squeezed in to fit.

"I want nothing to do with this," Stacy says immediately, staring intently at her brother. Hell, she even tried to act miserable just so he'd let her go. Stacy knows that heaven knows Steve would listen to her more than these lousy kids.

Right?

"Don't fall for it, Steve. We really need this." Dustin entices her brother.

And just as she knows it, she stands corrected of her previous statement as her very own brother whom she shares practically the same genetic family tells her, "Just let them have this one, Stac—"

"He yelled at me, Steve!" Stacy drops, avoiding any contact from the dark-haired boy seated next to Dustin.. It's something she rarely ever talks about, because it's a sensitive topic, but for the time being, the context is that she never handles yelling well. In her defense, it wasn't like her parents or anyone for that matter used to yell at her excessively when she was younger, and that she's traumatized, but there's just really something about having  someone raise their voice at her that ticks a bomb in her head.

The booth turns silent at Stacy's outburst, as her brother holds a look of contemplation on his face. Mike looks unnerved, uncomfortable with the way Stacy is talking about him as if he’s not there himself. "I just said we were going in circles, and I got yelled at. He was hostile with me the entire time. I told you,  Steve. I want nothing to do with this—"

"We just need answers, and we'll let you be, we promise." Lucas sighs.

"You're the only one who can tell us where it is and what's it like. You need to tell us, Stacy." Dustin adds.

Stacy glances at Steve who immediately says in her defense, "Yeah, okay, she doesn't owe you anything, understand?"  Silence consumes the table once again, until Will breaks it.

"I'm really sorry for what happened that day, Stacy. It doesn't excuse what Mike did, but please..." Will trails off, and that certain look on his face that Stacy can't read softens her mood a little. She heard he's been through a lot, and perhaps this is a little bit too much for him to take—that his friend is stuck where he had been lost. As it turns out, Stacy is not at all heartless. Only sometimes.

She sighs, shaking her head as she takes a quick glance at her brother who only looks at her like he's letting her make her own decision. "Does anyone have a pen and paper?"

For twenty minutes straight, Stacy explained to them the way around the woods to the stacks of logs, and because they have loads of questions about how they'd be able to know which tree is which, it took even more time before she's able to explain the inside of the log stack.

"We don't have a degree in botany, Stacy. We don't know which leaf looks like which." Dustin tells her with a funny look on his face that makes Steve laugh a little inside. He doesn’t ever let them notice but he does laugh at them every once in a while. It’s not out of judgment though, or anything like that. Steve just can’t help it that these kids are his sole source of entertainment for the entire summer.

"That's not my problem, mate." Stacy only replies coldly. Steve chokes on his milkshake a little, but only because he’s still having trouble swallowing the tough pill that is her sister’s newfound sharp attitude. "The log stack stands out like a sore thumb mostly because there aren’t any signs of logging in the area, meaning it‘s quite sketchy why it's there. Walk your way around it and you'll see an open door. There are papers strewn everywhere, and I doubt you'd be able to make sense of everything. It seemed like they were looking for something before they left, so maybe those files weren’t as important. This side seemed to be a forum place, with a table and chairs, but by the corner is a metal draw. You might find somethting there but if it's locked, I think I saw a key... er... by this corner on the floor," She explains as she continues to draw the inside of the log stack.

"I didn't see any cameras on the outside." Stacy notes finally, even though she's sure it's technically not trespassing because it's in the woods. Still, it doesn't take a lot to be safe, especially that it's the destructive local government Steve described to her, that they're talking about. The same institution that's responsible for the people-snacking demo-g monsters.

Dustin eyes Steve before raising a hand in Stacy's direction. She spares a glance his way, and so he warily says, "Can I ask something?"

Stacy raises a thick brow in suspicion. She wonders what else he wants to know, as everything and more has been laid on the table already. Stacy’s even proud of how neat and straight her lines are on the paper. "About the logs in the woods?" she asks.

"No," Dustin answers.

Then Stacy is quick to say, "Then no—"

"Do you have superpowers like Eleven?” As the name leaves Dustin’s mouth, Mike whips his head to glare at his friend. “Because how did you remember all that from a two-minute visit?" He chokes out, despite the fact that Stacy told him she won't answer anything.

Thankfully, Steve unglues his mouth open and cuts Dustin off, "Okay, we're done with that now." He then turns to his sister and says with a smile, "The strawberry milkshake here is nice."

"Okay I'll talk your word for it. Get me some fries too, please." She tells her brother who only nods and stands up from the booth. "Thanks, peasant."

Steve waits in line to order Stacy's food which leaves the table in silence. Max is looking out the window, like she'd rather be skating than be here at all. Stacy notes that she does look like she has a lot in mind. After all, she hasn’t spoken the entire time. Stacy then reminds herself to ask Max if anything’s bothering her later on before she and Steve go home. Lucas, on the other hand, is just watching her and sometimes he would glance at Dustin, but that's about it. Dustin's fidgeting with the condiments on the table while Will's sipping on a chocolate milkshake. Stacy catches him looking at first, but then she glances at Mike who's glaring at the table like it just murdered his family. He seems pretty problematic, as Stacy can tell, so she's glad she won't be getting involved in the mess anymore.

Sincerely though, she hopes they find Eleven. She doesn’t know the girl but there’s nothing more she feels strongly about other than knowing how good and safe it feels to be found. She knows. She was there too just weeks prior.

Stacy knows she was promised peace after that interaction, but the truth is the group of kids might be known around town for doing extraordinary things but they aren’t quite known for keeping their promises.

With Bowie blasting volumes inside her room, Stacy can barely hear her thoughts let alone the knocking on her door. Dustin's small hands continue to thump against Stacy's door, harder and harder each time but it doesn't budge a bit.

"How is she not deaf," Will asks real questions, to which Dustin only shrugs. He's getting really impatient. Downstairs though, Lucas is enjoying the company of Bentley, the family dog, while munching on the fresh cookies Mrs. Harrington baked as a weekly tradition. Max sits a few feet from Lucas, watching the adorable dog in awe as she remains oblivious to the commotion upstairs.

Stacy's music is muffled from the outside, but Steve can no longer take Dustin's calls for his sister to open the door so he steps outside his own room, yelling a quick, "Stacy I'm opening your door!" as a warning before doing so.

The first thing the three of them notice is the easel set up in the middle of Stacy's room, with a palette clasped in one of her hands. Stacy can't help but feel relieved that her canvas is facing the opposite direction from the door hence they aren't able to look into her art and in turn look into her thoughts. She never admits it but it's the most difficult thing for her to do— share her feelings with other people.

The music travels full-blast around the hallways with the lack of buffering that her door once provided, causing the two boys to flinch a little. Steve gets back inside his room while Dustin and Will remain standing by Stacy's door.

"What?" Stacy asks expectantly, just after she lowers down the volume from her player.

"We need help with—"

"No."

"Come on—“

"No.

"We're not Mike! Okay! I know you're upset and shit but we really need your help!" Dustin says exasperatedly.

Stacy furrows her eyebrows at the audacity. They're asking for her help yet he's the one raising his voice at her? Right...

"It's... It's a binary code, and Steve said you can read binary." Will says timidly. Stacy curses steve under her breath as he has yet again, sold her out to these pesky kids who seem as if they’re closer to age 3 than they are to their actual ages.

"Go ask some techy computer dude," Stacy groans, walking towards her door to close it but Dustin stops her.

"Listen, the onle techy computer dude that we know is Bob... and he's dead—" Dustin chokes over his own words upon the realization.

They haven't mentioned Bob since the incident, and he truly doesn't mean to bring him up so nonchalantly in front of Will. Will visibly stiffens at the mention, enough for Stacy to take notice of his sudden reaction. It must be a sensitive topic, she supposes.

"Fine," she sighs, snatching the pieces of paper from Dustin's hold. She scans through the first page quickly, translating the 0s and 1s to words in a second. "They're not... they're not words." Stacy mumbles to herself as she picks up a pen and paper to write the corresponding meaning of the codes.

Dustin and Will both watch Stacy in amusement and slight worry that perhaps she's making all this up, but then again for some reason, they still trust the intimidating girl. Why is it that it hasn't been two weeks since she arrived here and yet they've needed her help twice now? What does that mean?

"It seems like a password." Stacy shrugs after finishing the decoding. She passes the pieces of paper back to Dustin and Will who were just about to thank her until a certain angsty boy comes waltzing through the hallway.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Mike asks his friends, sending side glances towards Stacy's way. "I went to the shed and found no one!"

"We thought you still wanted time on your own." Dustin squeaks at his diva of a friend.

Mike scowls, "That's bullshit! What, it's just been a week but you're already buddy buddy with Steve's sister?" The young boy shakes with anger, way too pissed off to notice the look on Stacy's face that resembles his but in grater magnitudes.

"I have a fucking name, asshole." She flips him the finger before attempting to slam her door shut.

However, Will's soft voice cuts through the tension, "Wait..." he trails off, walking closer to what Stacy was previously spending her time on before they came banging at her door. Will's eyes holds a strong emotion even Stacy can't decipher, but her good guess is grief and horror. His brown eyes scan the canvas fleetingly, as if staring too much at it would teleport him to the place he knows too well. Of course, Stacy has no idea what place it is exactly, and she just thought it's an underwater city with all the cold tones, but Will knows the dimension all too well to confirm that the painting is an exact replica of it.

Stacy finally gets a hint of what's running through Will's head and she only stares at him as a plea for him to not say anything. With the same gaze she picks up that he understands, but he looks as if he wants to talk about it.

At this point, Dustin and Mike are getting creeped out at the two kids' silent conversation. "What is it, Will?" Mike asks Will with a worried look on his face. It may sound funny but for a second there, Mike thought Stacy was trying to hypnotize the short boy.

Will keeps eye contact with Stacy before turning his head to look at his friends, "Can I talk to Stacy before we go?" He's not exactly asking for permission, but it's sort of a request for them to not leave him behind and spare him a minute or two to confront Stacy.

Stacy's head goes full turbo as truth be told, she's not ready to talk about what she painted when she's not even aware of what it is. But, since Dustin and Mike only gave Will a malicious look before leaving him inside Stacy's room, she knows she has to face him one way or another.

"That's..." Will trails off even before Stacy's bedroom door closes. "That's the upside down." He studies the incomplete painting, a strong emotion burning in his chest as he realizes that what Stacy drew was far too accurate— the structure and the direction, even the cracks and the flickering lights. He knew that she had to have been there before to be able to paint it so spot-on.

"The what?" She asks Will who finally takes his eyes off the painting.

Will gulps, "The upside down, where I got lost." Fear takes over his face so Stacy decides to sit down on her bed and pat the space next to her. The poor boy looks like he's about to relive a dark moment in his past.

He takes the seat next to Stacy who only briefly asks him to explain what the upside down is exactly. Staying true, he only says, "The exact thing you painted. That's the upside down. The suspended flakes, the streets, the icky coating."

“Where's the upside down?" Stacy inquires curiously. Perhaps it's an actual place, she mentally asks.

Will struggles to string the right words. After all, it's difficult to explain a place to someone who has never been there before. He figures his previous assumption could be wrong if Stacy doesn't have any idea what the upside down is. "It's a different dimension. Like the place we're in right now, an exact replica, but the scarier version. The one with real monsters."

Stacy feels bad when Will's voice breaks, as if it's physical torture for him to talk about the topic. "I didn't mean to remind you of it, I'm sorry. It just appeared to me in a dream, and I can't take it off my mind so I thought transferring it on canvas would help me forget it." She apologizes sincerely. Something about Will tells her to be cautious, not for her own sake and safety but his. She doesn't understand why but she feels a certain connection with him that inevitably pulls her to him. Will doesn't admit it to himself yet but he feels the same way.

It's not even romantic, it's like the feeling Stacy gets every time Steve is around, like she's safe and that she should be close to him for comfort. She can't explain it exactly but she lets it lead the way.

"It's okay, it wasn't your intention. If it helps, I draw to comfort myself too,” he smiles softly. “I'm sorry we keep on bothering you." Will looks down at his hands as he apologizes. He metaphorically shrinks like a little boy in great fear of authority.

"I can't say it's fine, but it's not harming me in any way so I guess it is." Stacy says but then she realizes how intimidating it is so she adds, "And I just really want you to find your friend so that little punk could get his panties out of the twist it has been for the past week."

Will smiles at the statement which he finds personally funny but he thinks it'd be rude to laugh at it since it's about Mike anyway. "Our friends are saying he's always been like that when it's about Eleven. The first time she disappeared was tough on everyone."

"Yeah, but he shouldn't take it out on you guys, or anyone for that matter." Stacy shrugs.

Will nods, "Yeah." Silence follows the two of us for a moment before he breaks it. "Lucas and I are going out tomorrow for ice cream, maybe if we get you one, it'll be enough to apologize for bothering you all the time."

A smile inevitably makes its way through Stacy’s lips. "An apology can't be in the form of a purchase, Will." With her words, Will tenses, but then Stacy only laughs lightheartedly, "but yeah, sure."

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Jonathan Morgenstern - The boy who could have been

Because I’ll forever be bitter that they allowed Valentine to be a parent, here are some happy headcanons about one boi called Johnny Crispy Morgensternum.

My boi grew up in Brooklyn with his sis and his momma, a let me tell you, he’s a complete momma’s boy. Like, boy would follow momma everywhere and when he went through his emo phase (he def had an emo phase) he still listened to his momma. 

Just imagine lil Jonathana and Clary getting covered in paints when Luke is babysitting them and Jocelyn coming home to multicolored children. 

Imagine lil Jonathan with missing front teeth asking his momma for a hug and defending Clary from mean boys at school

Also, this kid was such a nerd. Like good grades in elementary school and always the teacher’s pet. Definitely had comments on his report card that said was a pleasure to have in class, such a bright boy, etc

Then middle school happened and he went through: the emo phase. Thats right, if you think for one second that Jocelyn the hot mess mom, would not produce two hot ass mess kids, you lieeee

Seriously, he dyed his hair black, was essentially adverting for Hot Topic on his body. He had those thicc ass band bracelets and he got a lip piercing that had Jocelyn rolling her eyes, but saying if thats what you want.

Luke was such a father figure to him as well. Like Jonathan played baseball with Simon and Luke, and they would have a boys day out and go watch a game together or something. While Jocelyn and Clary went to Central Park and rode bikes. 

FAMILY CAMPING TRIPS ft SIMON LEWIS.

Simon was the little brother Jonathan so wanted. And likewise Simon so loved the fact that Jonathan was like a cooler older brother. They def had jam sessions when Simon started playing guitar and Jonathan was on the drums because mom they speak to me, to my musical soul.

Jonathan also totally would steal Simon away from Clary when she was distracted so he could hang out with him instead. 

And when Jonathan realizes that Simon has a crush on Clary, he gently lets him down, that Clary just isn’t the right person for him and that he’ll find better. 

Speaking of Clary. These two are little devils. When they were super little, like toddlers they were cute with each other, but then They hit middle school age and suddenly they were sworn enemies. Like Mom Jonathan said I look stupid with bangs followed by because you do, who wears bangs anymore, are you trying to look old?

Or, Mom Clary locked me out of my room! followed by Well next time don’t each the last poptart!

Luckily for Jocelyn and Luke’s sake, they cool off by high school. Clary is still slightly annoying to Jonathan his freshman year, but he’s over it cause he’s a high schooler. 

Really, he starts hearing people talk shit about Clary and SImon, and he squares the fuck up with them. Which is why when they enter high school all the upperclassman know better than to mess with them. 

Occasionally someone will attack Simon, and Jonathan will lose his shit. Jonathan may be a lanky, drummer with waaaaaay too many band tees, but he can knock you out.

Him and Clary start helping each other out with homework and sneaking out of the house for parties. He’ll always take the blame, cause he knows his momma will go easy on him. 

My boi has no art skills what so ever. None, his mom and sister are the artists. But he’s a great musician, so his mom says, and he likes photography. He bought a nice camera on his fifteenth birthday after babysitting the next door neighbor’s triplets for a year. He earned it.

My dude also a huge ass science nerd. Over here trying to be a biomedical researcher. But if that doesn’t work, he’s got the band. He’s on and off with Rock Solid Panda, since he started college.

Yup, my boi in college. He’s working for that degree, though he’s mostly motivated by 7-11 slushies and a large amount of mountain dew. Coffee is not his thing. 

Momma Jocelyn was so proud when both kids graduated high school. Luke teared up too. She has their grad portraits in the main Hallway so every knows who her babies are. 

My boi also has the greatest friends, who will go with him to shitty music festivals and skateboard in areas that are def sketchy and illegal, his ride or die crew. 

Jonathan is a hilarious dude, he’s got some weird human, then again so does Clary and Simon, so duh. he’s so nice to his momma, he’ll always buy her flowers for her birthday and mother’s day. Boi is a hot mess too though. Like he’s super smart but once tried to microwave a salad. Common sense is hella lacking. He’s also such a messy person. Like his room is a nightmare, he puts his clean clothes on his bed and uses them as extra blankets. He knows that there must be some weird food hiding because he can smell it. And his books and photos are everywhere. Draws, closet, floors, under pillows, in his shoe. 

When he’s stressed for midterms or finals he’ll go home and just put his head on her lap and let her stroke his hair until he relaxes. 

He owns one hoodie that is so worn out it has wholes in it. It’s navy blue, but he refuses to get rid of it, because Luke gave it to him once at baseball practice and he was cold. He sleeps in it and eats in it. Honestly he would bathe in it if he could. That’s all he wears finals week.

I have much more I could write, but I can’t really form thoughts at this point, so enjoy a happy Jonathan Morgenstern.