#no bc mike was so perfect for art

[artslovergirl]

luca really looked at mike faist and said "i need to get this man on his hands and knees looking up at the camera in the most pathetic yearning way possible." and I THANK HIM EVERYDAY FOR THAT!

[lunarcigar]

Some of y’all occasionally need to remember that a lot of your favs are people, who fuck up, and do stupid shit sometimes! And that’s okay! Call them out on it! If you don’t like their response then don’t support them anymore! No need to send them dms saying to kill themselves!! I cannot think of a situation that could warrant that!!! What the fuck!!

[chlmtsdoll]

Guys I loved writing the first short n sweet inspo fic so here’s more bc that ovulation album is too good <3

WHERE ART THOU ? WHY NOT UPONETH ME ?

౨ৎ Summary: your hosting a slumber party at Art’s mansion. But you can’t quite stay away from your pull to get the man in a room where there are no others. Inspo from Bed Chem by Sabrina Carpenter 🤍

+ 18 | very much smut !, unprotected sex, age gap, (reader early 20’s) dilf!Art, size kink, first daddy kink fic (omg) semi-public sex, oral (f) reviving, pet names, this made me feel a bit slutty just writing it, needy!reader, fatherly Art ;)

A/N: the fucking edits on tiktok of Mike to Bed Chem are making me go insane ! just when I thought there was no possible way for me to be crazier over this man omfg. So I had to give the girls a fic to go w it ofc <3

It was like fate. The day you met him.

Nothing could of been more perfect when the stars aligned to bring you to accompany your solid group of trust fund friends to one of his tournaments that evening. You were like most girls your age, makeup, pop music, nice ornaments for your wardrobe — you weren’t the kind of girl that could say she knew much about sports, and certainly little to nothing to be caught landing a seat at the us open... but eventually that grew to be a substantial part of what found him to be so drawn to you.

It was that day when you’d been in the bleachers watching the blonde play like it was his life’s greatest prophecy. For the first time in your still too little years of living, you’d never felt that aroused by a man you’d only saw from the mere view of him hitting a ball with a racket.

But he was unearthly.

Built like how men used to be. Face like it came straight from heaven. Serve like he knew a thing or two in bed.

You were drunk on want, need for him. You were damn lucky your friends were loaded enough to go to all the after parties with most of the star athletes. It was insane to you that you would follow the vip and your most sports driven friends (enthusiast if you will.) to where the elites spend their time. You wanted a nice hang out. Good food. Expensive drinks. But it was between you and the universe that you’d leave with so much more.

You were in a sheer dress and kitten heels when he spotted you. Just his star studded sly smile from across the event hall, when he saw you and your friends conversing in mostly a pretentious manner like most kids your age did when they could afford the lifestyle most people only dreamed of. But not you, you were entranced, pulled away. By his wide, blue eyes that you assumed filled with the same yearn you’d been struck with. And to your quick manifest, Art was gazing right back at you.

Only sharing a couple brief exchanges with the tall and stature, modest but kindly — beautiful and magnetic man around mutual friends, before you’d both been rushed to leave. Him with his team, and you with your entourage.

Like that you were tied to the tennis star in the blink of a moment. And Soon enough — being photographed with him around the heat of the city.

Games, athlete dinner parties, press events. Even photos of you two sharing more than a couple of words, maybe even kisses, behind menus at glamorous rooftop restaurants. Magazine outlets went crazy through the roof in just a few weeks time. Milking whatever they could out of Art Donaldson and his controversially younger girlfriend.

They didn’t have enough tabs on what you two had officially been to one another and that was perfect for the two of you. Because now that time has pushed you and the blonde closer and more into each other — you’d spend days and nights locked away with Art in his new found mansion post his former divorce. Home so beautifully articulated and big enough for you to be extra generous with your time with the dream boat of a man.

It would go down in history what the two of you had done in every room.

Now, a gorgeous weekend ahead of you after your week that was always filled with Art treating you to the finest cooked dinners, at home date nights filled with breezy smiles and full closeness to balance your dates out on the town. Going wherever you felt just to hold hands under umbrellas and traffic lights. With all the new adorned love in your life, and man with too much mystic taking up your time, it had been a good minute since you saw your girlfriends, caught up or shared a drink. You were just so wound up in Art and the way he treated you like a princess to, and in your own world.

So you’d asked Art if you could host a sweet little sleepover for you and your girls at the mansion — and of course he complied. It was anything for his perfect girl since the beginning.

“I could ask the chef to whip up some,” Art spoke into you as he held your hips in his vast hands running carefully over the hem of your satin bottoms as you stood in the middle of the spacious kitchen with him.

“That’s okay, I wanna do it.” You laughed softly, as you stared up at the man. “Nothing says fun girls night like making our own home made friandises”

Art had tilted his head in slight confusion with eyes in question to your tone when you’d practice what you’d been learning in your French courses on him. It was all the most adorable to you really. Your laugh echoed.

“Treats, baby.”

“I- - I knew that,” He scoffed and your giggles were infectious with delight to him.

“It’s gonna be fun. We’ll watch movies, paint our nails, share snacking tips. It’s been so long since I’ve seen the girls.”

Art grinned at the way you lit up with excitement, and his icy eyes looked down at your figure below him. He tried not to bite down on his lip at the way you were in the pajamas usually he only saw you in. Pink lace two piece jammies. Completely recognized because he got them for you. The transparency to them was way too easy on the eyes.

Arts tongue darted out to wet his lips before he questioned, “Is that what you’re wearing ? There aren’t gonna be any boys.. right ?”

“No, silly. That of course counts out you — if.. you wanna join us.” You looked up at him through your lightly mascara coated lashes, it felt as if the flirtatiousness through your gaze just hooked Art by the belt.

“No, no. I’ll give you and your friends your space, doll.” The blonde gave you a chary little smile, “I really doubt they’d want an old man around while you’re trying to have fun.”

“Quit it ! You’re not old. And they adore you.” You stood on the tips of your toes, Art met you so you could leave a sweet kiss on his cheek, with a blush to your own.

“Thank’s for letting me have this little party, baby.”

“Course, what else would be better use for all this space ? Other than for the amusement of twenty something girls.”

Art chuckled and you surely were in agreement, because when your girlfriends did arrive it was immediately shrieks of girlish camaraderie and chatter of awe as you brought them around the place of posh and eloquent nature. Your laugh could of been heard from the other side of the place where Art had eventually been stored away for the night while your hands were knee deep in cookie dough and rainbow sprinkles. Pj sets all from the brands you and your friends never stopped talking about. Having your night filled with reruns of classic movies to sipping champagne.. and the wine, red, (your pick) was certainly slipping through you as the moments went on.

You’d been with your best friend when you two had a moment alone to catch up in one of the halls of the buoyant abode. Whispers and giggles coming from between the two of you as a glass of wine hung from your palm.

“God, he was a such a cutie.” She coo’d as you two had found a very special wall of framed photos of Art from back in his prime tennis days. The blonde around your age who seemed filled with joyfully energetic faces and awards from across the globe. A smile woke upon your face as you folded your arm to admire the man you’d now call your own.

“Sometimes I wish I’d known him then,” you simpered. “But I’m beyond lucky now. Because he’s still cute, and sexier.”

You tittered fondly and your friend laughed with you as she playfully tugged on your shoulder. “You gotta lock that down, y’know… you’ll be like- - hella famous just from being a world class tennis superstars hot young wife.”

She announced as she sipped on something burgundy and you thought with a heightened grin. She couldn’t have been farther from right. And as the months go by you would fall farther and farther head over heels for Art every day. You’d be his wife in an instant. That was the dream after all, and you could certainly say you’d been living one.

“I guess I’ll just have to wait for him to put a ring on it..” You smiled with a dazed shrug as you embarked your wine glass to your lips again.

“He better.” Your friend chirped with a proud glint and you couldn’t help but stay stuck in your thought of your boyfriend who’s been just a few rooms away for the past couple of hours while you’d been enjoying all the perks of your girls making the most of their time with you. But you couldn’t help but want Art to be nearby now, and the red wine in your system maybe hit more than just your head — you couldn’t even try to fight it.

You missed your man.

So after you’d take in a few more drinks and a bit sensually themed games with your friends, you’d made your attempt escape off to find Art. Slipping away from the girls was easy when you’d have every necessity needed to execute a very graceful grown up girl sleepover provided for them.

You’d been walking down the hall heading to where his office and master bedroom would be at the end of the home, and as you passed by the lush kitchen area, to your surprise, there he was. Muscles looked enchantingly delicious in this light as they flexed to pull on the fridge handle and when he turned, his eye line met your glance staring back his way (of course you’d both arrive at the same time.) Arts lips began to curl in an amours grin when he saw your petite figure making it’s way over to him with the same like of smile across your face.

“Hi, baby. You having fun?” He glanced down at you through his blonde lashes to meet your nod, only following up with a soft titter as you stepped closer to the man. He almost immediately picked up on the lust laced within your eye and the way you slightly leaned onto the fridge door with your aura basically gooing with sex at him now. The blonde had an eyebrow furrowed as he chuckled just a bit and he sized you up.

“Are you drunk, princess?”

“No. No… no,” you shook your head.

It had been true. You weren’t drunk. But a little wine tipsy and horny ? Definitely.

Art hummed and put the back of his hand to your forehead gently as he observed your state. “Did you eat?”

“Mhm, did you ?”

“No. That’s why I came down, not to stalk you. I promise.” The man laughed, to which you did as well and you only raised your arms so they could embrace your boyfriend’s shoulders with a soft hum.

“Y’know, if you’re hungry, you can eat me.” Your finger tips grace Arts neck unashamed as you smile into the crook, and he took in a breath, proceeding to hold you close.

“Oh- -” his chuckle matched your giggle as he noticed you’d changed again. His hands were gliding up the ruffle of the even more transparent sheer cover on you’d been dressed in. Lime tinted. The shorts were near pantie like.

“Mmm, I miss you, I want you.” You peppered kisses as close as you could to his earlobe from your height and Arts breath hitched as he was weak to your slow but enticing touch to him. Fogging up his knowledge that you’d been right in the middle of the open kitchen that was just a few ways down from the living area your friends had been in.

“Here, sweetness ? Your friends- -” Art murmurs down to your ear, but you just locked your arms just above his shoulders without a care.

“And- - ? What about them ? I need you,” you whined. “I want your touch.”

“Yeah? You want me to touch you?”

You nodded again with a naughty giggle and the blonde was smirking now, his hands roamed your body. Large and groping your curves. As much as he knew what was rightful, Art just couldn’t deny your cling to him in that damn near lingerie that had him going almost unbearably hard beneath his jeans since you walked in. Feral even. It was beginning to get miserable as you pressed your dainty chest against his, he felt your nipples grow hard and sensitive against the cloth. So into his aroma, presence, like you were a moth to a torch.

He’d fallen into your pecks merging with his now. Kissing you against where the cupboards stand like your lips were candy. Your small legs stumbling as the man towered over you “Fuck, you look amazing in that set.” Art pulled away from your plump lips to view your gorgeously perfect body. You batted your lashes once. And his attain just couldn’t be stopped. Art slid his hands across your soft ass cheeks, massaging and kneading it in his palms before leading up to laying a solid smack which made you hiss out an excited squeal-like giggle. Your fingertips slid down his ample biceps brushed with virile bristles of hair.

“If I had known you’d like this set so much, I would of worn it much sooner for you.”

Art leaned into you and he held a sly smirk, “this was your plan all along, yeah? Wearing that to get my attention so I would come out here and fuck you in the middle of your slumber party.. you’re such a naughty girl.”

You only giggled more into his skin with a slow exhale, your freshly painted french tips exploring him as he explored you. Art took his sweet time just feeling the way your ass jiggled in his palms and you felt like you’d been going weak in the knees before his tender contact turned rough when he turned you around without warning, making you gasp.

Art made sure you could feel how hard you’d gotten him as he pressed himself to your core. Facing the counter, you lost yourself in complete bliss just to the feeling of not knowing where he’d pleasure you next — Arts restrained bulge against your clothed cunt was just something else. The blonde pushed up your sheer top just a bit and pressed a kiss to your shoulder, you made a soft noise with it.

“Feel what you do to me, pretty girl.” Art nibbled on your earlobe and you sunk your teeth into your bottom lip to subtle your smile. His hands bracing your hips as he stared down at your lacy panties and your minx-like eyes followed Arts famished expression while he licked his bottom lip.

“All yours, daddy.” Your sweet voice immediately made Art go nearly lightheaded and that was it. He melted.

The man tucked both his thumbs into the fabric and pulled your panties down clean with raucousness, followed up with him getting down on his knees before spreading you with his palms and your hands reached for the marble with a soft whimper.

“That’a girl, stay open for me.. Let me taste you.” Art huffed out before he pushed one of your legs up on the counter and you breathed out at the feeling of him making your body his toy for amusement. Art took his fingers and ran them up your folds, getting them wet with the slick of your pussy. Your cheeks started to heat up just at the wonderful pad of his index running against your core like that , making you let out a soft, “oh..” by the way he moved to rub around your clit. Arts lips kissed on your exposed inner thighs, and your jaw became unlocked extraordinarily far when his tongue finally rolled on the soft tissue.

He was splitting you clean open on the counter as tiny whimpers escaped your throat. You were lost in the draw you had to the man making you feel surpassing of even the way you played it all out in your head. “Mmm, yeah- - yes” you panted and the man flicked his digit over your bud at the same time he’d been making out with your cunt. Letting deep groans flow throughout your opening. You’d been on the tip of your toes for him. Letting him suck where you pulsed till you’d been overstimulated if he wanted.

Your head had been spinning from the friction of his perfectly sculpted nose rubbing against your sensitive area. Art was known to be gifted with his mouth so much so, you almost wondered if your friends would have heard if you just couldn’t keep your moans level — but with the way Art held your hips, fucked his tongue into your cunt like you’d been his last meal, your anxiousness washed away. All you could do was let the shake of your thighs and Arts dripping oral member lead you to a crisp pleasurable cry.

“Shit,” Art took a brief exhale as he pulled away from your entrance, dampened lips of your juices going wide with a grin and he ran his palms over your slick thighs again,

“you’re so fucking wet for me, princess. You gonna take my dick? Let me make you feel good?”

“Mmm, please. Fill me up, Art. I wanna feel you.”

“You gotta be quite for me, baby.” Art stood to his feet.

You didn’t care. All you could think about was dick. Arts phenomenal dick. You wanted him to toss you over and split you open till you were sobbing on his thick member, your wine drunk friends would understand. A girl has her needs.

The risk made your blood pressure rise as the moment went on, when Art reached over you to tug your panties dangling from your thighs all the way down — he kicked them off to the side. Taking note of his own belt buckle and undoing it quickly, which you only grew more greedy by the sound of him unzipping his fly. The blondes aquamarine orbs swam with the need to pump you fuller than you’d ever taken him.

“Bend over for me, sweet girl..” Art breathed out softly as his slightly calloused hands ran from your hip up your spine while you did so, bending over fully and displaying your sweet dripping cunt for the mans lidded eyes. He sucked in his breath and his now aroused dick twitched when it unveiled from his boxers — going barmy with just how tiny and soft you looked beyond him.

“So fucking tight and small- - your amazing with the way you take me when I barely fit in, sweets.”

You bit down on your finger as you watched Art run his hands over your ass. Take your hips and line his cock up with your hole. He hissed at the way your soaking cunt wet his tip, you almost croaked out a deep moan at his gestures to tease your pussy. Just nodding along as you’d gone cock drunk before he’d even been in you. Your nails run at the marble counter as Art slowly burrowed into your drooling core. Working you open as his cock disappeared into your body inch by inch — he pushed your thigh higher onto the ledge as you whined at the stretch.

“Ah.. mmm- - fuck, fuck, fuck,” you groaned as you adjusted to the size of his warmth finally filling you full. Art was big. And he’d never want to put you, his sweet doll in discomfort for long, never. So when he started to plunge into you, he watched as your face scrunched up from ache to pleasure in time. His name sputtering from your mouth as you clawed at the counter top and he watched your pussy lips that were just throbbing around his erection like it was begging to be so sporadically fucked by him.

“That’s it baby doll,” his own groans heightened as his hips knock into your cervix, chasing that spot of yours till you were moaning and whimpering like a slut around him. Hole so full with yours and his pre-cum and you sucked in your bottom lip, tussled hair going wild on your back. You just had to look over your shoulder to watch him — see Arts gorgeous face as he snapped against you all shimmering with light sweat as he focused on the way a ring of your wetness pooled around his base.

“You love this, hu? Getting me to fuck you while your friends carry on without you- - At your party. But you just had to come.. looking for daddy’s cock, yeah? You love being a dirty, dirty girl for me.” Art rasped as he clenched his jaw with the overwhelming feeling of your tight cunt clenching him. It made your skin feel like it had been sparked with fire, so exhilarated. He put his hands in your hair to fuck into you as your jaw dangled open.

“Oh! F-fuck! I needed that big fucking dick, daddy… w-want you to cum all over me, mmm- -” you were choking out whimpers and your pretty little hole dripped with Arts pre-seed slipping from you, making it drag out when he pulled out of your pussy to turn you around and pick you up in one swift motion. Your high pitched gasp echoed as you wrapped your legs around the mans abdomen and Art set you on the counter. His lips curl up into a smirk and his eyes met your wide doe set ones. Slipping back into you he watched you cry out his name. Rutting into your heavenly body at this angle, hands go squeezing your thighs, and Art kept them apart as he took you at a wild pace. Hitting that gooey spot till you didn’t remember your own name. “Good fucking girl. That’s it- - such a sweet thing for me, taking all of my cock. It was made for you, doll.”

You couldn’t even catch your self as you’d leaned back on the counter and let Art pound into you. Your tits bounced with each thrust and you were shuttering as your orgasm ripped through you without warning. “Yes ! Ooh- - shit, yes yes yes…” you were whining out as you came on Arts dick. He held your legs spread as he grunted and watched you soak him uncontrollably. You loved it. Feeling like his perfect little gift. Art licked over his lips at the sight of your beauty, throwing your head back in bliss, he pulled out of you and pushed up your dainty little baby doll top — making space as he pumped his throbbing dick over your stomach till he himself came hard. Ropes shooting out on your candescent skin and making sure some got on your pussy just for the fun of it, he grinned and trailed his thumb up your gentle inner calf that had been dangling by his side.

You were whimpering like you’d gotten your brains fucked out to the sweetest soundtrack you’d ever heard. Art was so cinematic in moments like these, he leaned up to kiss at the nape of your neck, cheek, and lips.

“Pretty, perfect girl.. I love you.” Your gentleman muttered against your mouth. You smiled and sunk your teeth into your bottom lip as Art brought your panties up to help you slip them back over your thighs and to your feet as steady as you could. Dressing himself as well, he glanced down at you through his hooded eyes to see your impressively only slightly disheveled state. You were just always glowing, it was hard to make that go away anyways.

“You sleeping down here tonight?” Art buckled his pants again as he questioned you with a soft raised brow. You started to smirk at the way he was heading. You shrug.

“Maybe, maybe not… I’ll sneak into your room when they’re sleep, if you want.” You offered the man, the glint in your eye saying you’d suck his cock and let him have you in as many different positions as he’d like in a couple hours till you were all tapped out. The blonde only scuffed and towered over your presence that was still taken by your hoyden attitude, just to turn you back towards the doorway.

“Go host your party.” he taunted almost fatherly, to then leave a light slap on your ass that made you giggle on the way out.

[hawkwidows]

cinephiles byler.......​..they know their preferred movie snacks. they go to matinées and dress up for premiere nights. they love a midnight screening and shift around work to go to them. they've perfected which seats to choose for the best experience (but sacrifice them for ones up the back, yknow, sometimes..). they know their ratio of talking during movies vs staying quiet. they keep all their physical tickets and loathe the day tickets become digital, that's no fun. they're both so opinionated. mike drives home bc will needs his hands to ramble about what they just watched. mike loves researching about how movies were filmed/special effects etc, while will is the type to tell you where else you know that actor from. will tears up easier during movies for multiple emotions and mike always squeezes his hand tight. letters to movie reviewers turn to "civil discussions" on forums then twitter. they'll either sit back and relax or give each other a look over someone else's pick for movie nights. mike has bookshelves of scripts, director's cuts DVDs and behind the scenes books. will has bookshelves of "The Art Of..." concept art books. they buy posters for the movies they like for their home office and even find cool stylised art prints of some for around the house too. they'd love a movie room in their home one day and they add to the design they started in one of mike's notebooks whenever they get inspiration. mike and will love movies.

[wibble-wobbegong]

and also i think will would be a champion flirt once he got comfortable with it bc of his wittiness but i think that also makes mike the perfect combatant because he sucks at flirting however he’s the type of person to just say what he thinks with zero shame once he knows he’s allowed to. where mike would watch will at fourteen bathed in sunlight and feel lurched in his chest begging for him to tell will how perfect he is he can now sit across from will in their crappy dorm drinking coffee as morning light pours through the lavender sheet they threw over their broken blinds he can look Will right in the eye and tell him how he really has never seen something as beautiful as the way will looks right now and how there are little bits of green and yellow in his eyes that are just so bright and he reaches over the table to wipe at the crumbs of a bagel they split sitting against the corner of his lips and mike tells him he loves him more than anything before starting to clean up and will just. He doesn’t know what to do with himself after something like that. there’s no cheesy line to use to make mike fluster back because that was just… holy shit. looks down at the reflection in his cup and his hair is mussed and he looks like he just woke up from the world’s most intense nap, the kind that leaves his eyes rimmed red and drool stains on his chin, but mike talked like he was some kind of art piece. he doesn’t know how mike saw any of that but will thinks he can relate a little when he thinks about some of the drawings in his sketchbook from similar early mornings, and he’s failing miserably at holding back a grin so big it hurts his cheeks

anyway blunt mike vs flirty will is a constant battle

[femboy-springbonnie]

i REALLY have no idea what to label myself as sometimes. i would prefer to never do that, but i feel like i have to. the term "proshipper" is so. people just dont react well to it. i don't wanna put a target on my back bc dadson is my favorite genre of horror.

its such a nuanced thing for me! people who read/write horror tend to read/write about their OWN horrors. the dadson is part of my very personal horrors. it makes me so goddamn uncomfortable and its perfect and SO. so bad for all the characters involved.

but im very scared of antis seeing that i use the willmike tag and then telling me to kill myself again! its not very fun to be told that. at all. but i also want to keep my content away from the right people. like those who have incest blocked because it triggers them. i want to tag peoples triggers because literally all the content i make is triggering.

but at the same time, i heavily dislike media where its like "aw incest! cuute." that makes me uncomfortable, so i tend to avoid that specific realm of fandom. im just. normal about it. i dont tell people to kill themselves over drawings, and by default that does make me a proshipper. i just struggle a lot with wanting that label on me.

idk what to do anymore. might just bite the bullet and tag aftoncest to stay safe. its like tagging the sex stuff on my a03. i dont like it, but it keeps it filed in the right place!

and do i use the main tags? the fnaf tags? or do i keep it more to the side with only the willmike/aftoncest tags? im more used to a03 tagging to just sort things, i dunno how the algorithm here works lmao.

i really wish everything could just be EASY. "oh you like the terrible horror of dadson and how hard moving on and living normally after all that is? thats great! this is my fronnie ship art" "oh i love that! i wrote this piece about william taking mike on a fishing trip to introduce him to killing things!" "thats terrible! hell yeah!"

ggrrr it just makes me upset

[campbyler]

sending this ask three days after reading it to get the keyboard smashing out of my system, but oh my god, I can't express how much I love this fic, I don't have the words. Everything about it just feels so write, every word I read I was just smiling the whole time holy shit. Also, rivals to lovers byler where they're both just trying to get on each other's nerves and one up the other in flirting is something I need on billboards.

I'm sure this will be mentioned more in-depth in later chapters, but I am so curious about what all the party members' majors are? I know Lucas was mentioned to be pre-med (the perfect major for him, imo) and Will is art, but i don't think i caught anyone else's and it's been on my mind haha

thank you so much 🤧🤧🤧 there is understandably not a lot of rivals byler (bc all of byler fans are all suckers for best friends to lovers) so we’ve been rly chuffed w the response!!!! we’re so glad you’re enjoying and can’t wait for you to see what we have in store 🤠

as far as the party and their majors go, we’ve put a lot of thought into this, and here’s what we have, sorted by person / school / major:

will / new york university / graphic design

max / new york university / lots but eventually psychology

mike / brown university / english

lucas / university of connecticut / pre-med

el / university of california irvine / sociology

dustin / stanford university / aerospace engineering

[exsqueezememacaroni]

HIIII IM THE ASTRO ANON YOU ASKED ABOUT HEHE. i can expand more on mikes chart!!! Every source I have seen says mikes time of birth is 2:30AM but im not too sure how accurate that is. someone should confirm but honestly, i think it lines up bc it coincides w his personality so well

here are some references for his chart: https://astro-charts.com/persons/chart/mike-patton/

https://www.astro-seek.com/birth-chart/mike-patton-horoscope

w the 2:30am time this makes him a scorpio ascendant w a night chart!!! neptune is directly on his ascendant in the 1st house of self which gives him suchhhh a dreamy quality, neptune here also amplifies his mysteriousness. it also affects how people perceive him, they either love or hate him, but either way many are still fascinated by him. with his chart ruler mars, placed in the 5th house of pleasure, under the sugn pisces (using whole sign right now but both his whole sign and placidus descriptions line up) his neptunian qualities are very amplified with his creativeness, it seems he was honestly born to excel in art and self expression.

his moon and venus are conjunct in the 3rd house of communication, showing that his strengths come from writing, talking or singing!!! The video of him being interviewed by I wanna say puffy????? he goes “im feeling pretty shitty today so im going to put on a snazzy suit to feel better” such a perfect manifestation of moon/venus conjunction lol, venus with his moon can mean his self expression and style are very reliant on his mood and how he feels & vice versa!!

his sun and mercury are in the 4th house of family, under the sign of aquarius. in astrology, the 4th house is the lowest point in the chart- the planets places here are unseen and very private. The 4th house is associated with one's roots, inner world, and personal security. with his sun and mercury here, it emphasizes his need for his privacy. under the sign of aquarius, it shows that his home life or family dynamics are very unique! his mercury is directly squared his ascendant, which could show how his thoughts and ideas that he communicates can be very easily misunderstood by others.

his chart is super interesting because most of his innerplanets are below the horizon, while his outer planets, like jupiter, pluto, and uranus are all conjunct his midheaven!!! the midheaven is the highest point of the chart and represents his career and how the world sees him. with his inner planets below the horizon, he’s extremely private and introspective but with the MC placements, theres an incredible dynamic going on with how he presents himself to the world. with jupiter, pluto, and uranus here it shows his persona is very unconventional but very powerful!!!!!

This is all i could come up with from the top of my head. i could write an actual entire analysis with all of his placements explained if anyone is actually interested HAHAHAHA but if you have any questions or need me to expand on anything (the house system is kinda wacky So very understandable) i can try my absolute best. hehehehe

🙏🙏🙏🙏

I mean....uuuhhhhhhh....I love this so much? I dunno, astrology is so strange for me, because to me it's a bit of a "story"...but I *love* the story????

And it's so fascinating, yes, that dynamic quality of being so publicly creative and expressive being conflated with that privateness, his hidden self. The most charismatic person you know who teases a secret that is somehow even more appealing.

Thank you so much for this - and honestly even though you're anon, I would 100% want to pay you for a reading of my own chart???

And I would also welcome you to come in here anytime you want to expand on Mike's chart - it really is fascinating to me....actually it's super interesting too, your note on the "love/hate" and "easily misunderstood" parts of his chart - because I think that's something people kind of skirt around but don't often directly address...that he's (for the most part) always created in a way that feels true to himself and he seeks out collaboration with a lot of different musicians to further tease out his own expression, but sometimes people dismiss it as being a workaholic and even being derivative. Or that Fantômas is stream of conscious and improvised when for him it's so meticulously mapped out and arranged to the point of *almost* smothering his fellow bandmates.

[charmixpower]

Issue Four: A Friend for Bloom

This is cute and it makes perfect sense that they'd eventually ask how the earth girl ended up on Magix

This is the first instance of the dream art style that's used a couple more times later

I think it's cute that it's being used in a flashback

Her little imagination bubble is so cute, she is already zipping around in her mind

Why is Mitzi's Mc-Mansion next door to Bloom's working class family's home, that shit doesn't add up

Bloom is a menace to society

This is cute. She's almost transforming

This implies that Stella owns a perfect replica of her magic form that she wears for fun sometimes

Bc she is not transformed here, note the lack of wings Mike is commenting on

Stella liking Bloom's art is so cute and I love her

Winx comic artists also enjoy redesigning the winx's transformation outfits

Vanessa is fighting!!!

I love the callback to the phone being a cabbage bc yeah that would be a normal person's reaction

When Bloom first met Stella she was only able to push away the little imps, and not do very much else, and I like that now Bloom knows she has magic she's able to do more damage

When in the show she summoned the great dragon first try

Stella of the comics says I will beat your ass with my bare hands if I must, foreshadowing the sirenix spells

It's also very smart of the comics, it's implying that Stella can't shoot beams and such without her scepter, so she uses hand to hand to compensate when she's without

That's Sky btw but with the white gem I thought it was some random specialist Bloom just fucking murked

No these images are not out of order

Sky how did you get up that quickly

Also I refuse to believe that Timmy has a sword

Not to mention all their swords are the same, lame AF, give Brandon is big fuck of sword back

Do it again Bloom, comics Sky is a little bitch and is not to be trusted

I greatly prefer this

There is no way Mike was gonna fix the crack in the foundation without a lot of questions and a lot of money without magic

[matryoshkalex]

saw the tmnt questions thing! you don't have to answer all of these but thought I'd send a whole bunch of em anyways 13, 22, 33  :D

oooooh okay these are fun thank uuuuu !! always welcome an invitation to rant abt things i like to anyone who'll listen hehe

13.) Which version of Michelangelo is your favorite?

hmmm this one is hard because like .... every mikey is a Good mikey. im tempted to say 2003 or 2007 (or 2012 or rise or mm or) buuuuuut ohhhh this is so difficult. THEYRE ALL GOOD MIKEYS but uhh 2003 mike. final answer. hes a perfect himbo and i love his humor and voice and the way he interacts with his brothers <3 love him

22.) What is your favorite kind of pizza?

oh this is making me hungryyyy but meat lovers!!! im not usually much of a carnivore lol but when it comes to pizza give me all the meats, pepperoni, bacon, ham, chicken, ALL of it!! or like a supreme pizza with everything bc im not super picky with food and like most pizza toppings yummmm

33.) What is your favorite thing you've made for TMNT?

oh thats also a hard one. ive made a bunch of fanart at this point and am actually almost done with the fic i started way back when i first got into tmnt like 10 years ago and decided to rewrite completely a few months ago. sooooo either that fic, which im very nervous about posting but also quite proud of,,, its my baby. or one of these arts ive posted: rise krangified raph, my human 2012 boys, orrrrrrr. hm. this is my oc buuuuut that art trend i did with aiden a few days ago!

[ihni]

Tagged by @ratbastardbilly (a WHILE ago; thank you!)

Note before we start: a few questions below are about ships, and if there's one thing you need to know about me is that I'm not in it for the SHIP, I'm in it for the CHARACTER. And that character is Billy Hargrove.

1.ride or die ship (your otp): Harringrove

2. most annoying ship: Depends on how they're framed, honestly. Any ship can be annoying when done right (or wrong).

3. second favourite ship: Idk, probably like Mungrove or Harringroveson?

4. favourite platonic relationship: I want Billy to have ALL the friends, so put him with just about ANYONE as a friend and I'm a happy gal (Steve, Jonathan, Eddie, Chrissy, Robin, Nancy, Patrick, Tommy, Carol ... just give the guy some friends!)

5. underrated ship: Bob and Benny. Come on, imagine Hop's reaction, it would be glorious.

6. overrated ship: I don't know, because I don't read or look at ships that don't interest me. (But I imagine any that involve Mike Wheeler. Whoever he is shipped with probably deserves better.)

7. one thing i would change in canon: ONE thing only? Okay: Billy lives. But like, I can fill a book with the things I would change in canon.

8. something canon did right: Season 1 in general, Robin's coming-out scene in season 3, most of the soundtrack.

9. a thing i'm proud of creating for the fandom PLEASE BRAG ABOUT YOURSELF I WANT TO SEE/READ YOUR ART: I sometimes doodle? And I sometimes write? And I'm pretty happy about doing both of those things actually. (Also one time I did cookie doodles which was fun and should be a thing)

10. a character who is perfect to me (wouldn't change a thing): Mr Clarke. Underrated, knowledgeable, cool Mr Clarke. They should bring him into things. Dude has unknowingly provided them with vital information for several seasons.

11. the character i relate to the most and why: ... probably Mr Clarke, too? No fashion sense, good taste in music, weird special interests, creative/likes fiddling with little creative things that takes time, good at one's job, supportive, happy to explain things and rolling with weird questions, and also happily not involved in any drama.

12. character(-s) i hate the most and why: Neil Hargrove (should have gotten what was coming for him, and luckily he WILL). Brenner (should have died for real that first time around). And I might not hate them, but I dislike several Wheelers (Karen bc of the whole flirting-with-Billy thing, Nancy because of the holier-than-thou attitude, Mike because of his general existence). Am also not too fond of Hopper in season 3. He was an asshole there, and I felt nothing for his supposed "death". Also, since Billy's my favorite, I must admit that I have lost respect for most of the supposed "heroes" of the show since they showed themselves so unwilling to try to save Billy.

13. something i've learned from the fandom: One doesn't have to create stuff to be in fandom. Someone's gotta be the audience, too. (And I'm very good at being the audience, because I love everyone's stuff.)

14. three tags i seek out on ao3: Billy Hargrove, hurt/comfort, Realizations

15. a song i strongly associate with my otp/favourite character: Jaymes Young - I'll be good ... K.Flay - Blood in the cut ... Troye Sivan - Talk me down ... Queen - Good old-fashioned lover boy ... among others ...

Tagging: @weird-an @callieb @cherrydreamer @billyharringson @lazybakerart @missroserose @disdaidal @dragonflylady77

[majorxmaggiexboy]

15 Questions 15 Mutuals

Rules: answer the questions and tag fifteen mutuals

tagged by @beterparker shgjsghjksl!

1. Are you named after anyone?

according to my mother it’s the phonetic spelling (it is not) of Michaela Quinn medicine woman bc she liked the way Sully, specifically, pronounced the woman’s name but she did NOT want people nicknaming me Mike so fast forward to last year when one of my coworkers nicknamed me Mickey,,,,,momsauce was,,,,devastated,,

2. When was the last time you cried?

*Noir Detective Voice* Thursday, January 5th, 2022, hours before being diagnosed with COVID-19 and unknowingly six days into actually having it,,,,,ngl if i was like, a cartoon character, it would have been adorable and i find it infuriating but i fully did the, eyes swimming, valiantly holding back tears, until momsauce looks at me and FLOODGATES AND “I really don’t feel good” AND *STARTS SOBBING* 

3. Do you have kids?

yes i have two daughters, Amicia de Rune and Wednesday Addams thank you for asking

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

i don’t think what i use even counts as sarcasm, it’s too obnoxious

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

usually just that they’re in the room

6. What's your eye colour?

brown

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy Endings, though Bittersweet is also good. I like to have my emotions wrung out and turned into a baseball bat which is then used to ALMOST murder me but then the ending turns out to be a highly competent doctor which then Heals Me and waters my crops and builds me a little house in the countryside to live out my days in peace

8. Any special talents?

i think my developing-stories hobby counts as a talent? it doesn’t really qualify as ‘special’, but i do be coming up with some Stuff and can make some pretty big leaps from very small prompts on the fly, which i didn’t realize until a friend pointed it out.

oh, also don’t know if it counts as a talent since there’s no on and off switch on it but irl people tend to come tell me their problems/backstory/any Drama(tm) they have going on even if we’ve barely spoken before that so

9. Where were you born?

A hospital in Alabama

10. What are your hobbies?

Painstakingly outlining stories and then usually not writing them, daydreaming about Blorbos, analyzing fiction, crochet, painting, sewing, a few little videogames.

11. Have you any pets?

YES i have three boys their names are Norrell, Chellers, and Eggroll. Eggroll is actually the eldest, he is gray and fluffy and smaller than the others. He was an outside cat until last August, when we moved and brought him with us. He has been thoroughly enjoying his retirement from the outside cat life. Norrell is SealPoint and Squishy and has big paws and Chellers is a fluffy black cat with no bones, they’re both four. These three are perfect and silly and i love them so much

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I played Red Rover once. OH!! I did paintball once. I think we used to play foursquare fairly frequently. 

13. How tall are you?

Last time i was actually measured it was 5′1/2″ but i think it’s more like 5′2″ now, surely.

14. Favorite subject in school?

Originally it was Math but then we hit that part where Math was work and Language Arts was intuitive and it’s been Language/related ever since.

15. Dream job?

Being paid to live as Madame from The Aristocats

Tagging:

@therapardalis, @cutecutejames, @brassandblue, @poploppege, @slow-burn-sally, @castledock, anybody else who would like to!

[svnraez]

this is a sign to make a sketchbook and fill it out completely as a gift for ur bestie. bc you decided you’d do it late last year and they’re also making you one so you’re gonna pour ur heart and soul into creating it. anyways completely unrelated (it is related), will and mike would do this in the same way my friend and i are doing it. i’m filling it with art and sketches and all that jazz and they’re filling it with mementos and journals and stuff from throughout their year and if that ain’t the perfect gift idk what is anyways thanks for listening

[elekinetic]

PLEASE write a camp counselor au. also sorry for keeping sending asks this is too much fun!!

imagine dustin roping them all into working at camp knowhere though!!! you're completely correct about everything tbh. dustin is obviously well known because he's definitely went every single year since he was 12, the older kids know him and so do the older counselors. he's the perfect storm between responsible and HEY KIDS WANNA SEE SOMETHING EXPLODE? lucas is the biggest sweetheart counselor and he's super popular for the obvious reasons (i mean come on he's lucas sinclair). max is cool and aloof and she skateboards and is the coolest person on the planet (popular but on the opposite end of the spectrum. she's also a big sweetheart but she will not hesitate to threaten kids not to talk about it and ruin her Cool Teen Reputation).

will is good at his job because. look at him in season 4. he was literally created to be an older brother. he's nice and nurturing but also the biggest shithead ("is that why you have no friends?") which is a huge part of his appeal. he's sweet but then he'll say something super sarcastic and kids will be left baffled.

mike and el are popular for the same reasons. they're a huge mess. mike is literally a sentient pile of twigs that someone gave a shakespeare anthology to once. he's 90% limb. but also he's super smart, so like, he gets cool points there. el is, like you said, extremely strange (affectionate) and thus extremely fascinating to be around. kids are gossiping that maybe she's like, magic or something.

exactly!! you pegged dustin to a T, they would all see him as The King Of Know Where, and kids are always bothering him asking him science questions cause he just knows everything. lucas is the counselor everyone has a crush on. you either like him or want to be him, and you can't even hate him out of jealousy bc he's too nice. and ykw fuck it im saying camp know where is in michigan and they take a beach trip and lucas and max are the cool lifeguards in charge of keeping the kids alive. max takes no shit from the kids. "nerds, lights out was ten minutes ago. get your asses to sleep." they think she's super cool cause she curses. she can also do card tricks (which she only does in the cabin and makes them swear not to tell anyone) and knows all the best camp songs. her cabin always wins challenges, though el's cabin puts up a good fight through the power of sheer chaos. her cabin and will's gets partnered a lot cause their tables in mess are near each other, and its always so much fun. they always kill at volleyball for some reason. i think it takes will a little bit of time to get confident telling the kids what to do and acting as an authority figure, and he's nervous at first, but once he gets his footing he's such a great counselor. "cmon...casey... you can't eat that." everyone thinks he's super nice, until someone catches him teasing mike. thus the rumor that mike and will hate each other is born, and obviously everyone takes will's side bc will is a sweetheart and mike what the fuck did you do? like you said, mike is super smart, but i also think he's a little pathetic and has a hard time getting the kids to respect him. his and will's cabins are partnered for arts and crafts one day and mike is having difficulty getting his kids to settle down. will steps in and is like, "guys, come on. let's chill out, okay? listen to mike," and they go quiet. mike's jaw is on the floor, cause they actually start listening to him after that. well. until arts and crafts is over, at which point they start tormenting him again.

i have so many more thoughts on this, this is insane.

ask me anything!

[mikeslawyer]

so i talked to my mother earlier about the el, mike, will love triangle. it was kind of a civil debate to an extent with her making points about how el deserves mike more than will does (the audacity-) and me making points about clear romantic tension between byler. i enjoyed the whole thing but she hated it, saying that we shouldn't even be having such a conversation because it was obvious that mileven is endgame. she then proceeded to send me to bed without dinner (imagine being 48 years old and doing that just because your son wanted to have a friendly debate over fictional couples and you lost [my dad sneaked me in some leftover dinner after she fell asleep, yay]).

the next day, i initiated another stranger things discussion. except this time i faked that i had come to realization that she was the correct one in the debate last night and talked about possible love interests for will because /obviously/ he's not getting mike at all, he belongs to el (/s). we talked for a bit, her talking about will meeting someone while they were helping other hawkins survivors, my sister joined in saying that he will probably meet his love interest post-s5, and me? i started describing mike. not his appearance, obviously, but like how will deserves someone who knows him and his needs very well, someone extremely loyal, someone who will be the biggest fan of his art, etc... (similar to that popular thing from reddit) my sister caught on immediately on who i was describing but she kept her mouth shut and just politely agrees (that's a cool mileven right there)

my mom agreed with me. MY MOM AGREED WITH ME. i was describing mike's character (i even mentioned that will deserves to have a paladin to his cleric, the blue to his yellow!) and she agreed that that is the type of person will deserves. so i went all regina george and said "so you agree? you agree that mike is perfect for will?"

yeah, i got sent away without breakfast (i dont eat breakfast anyways) but i am very satisfied right now that i got her to agree that will deserves byler to happen, lmao

formally introducing myself as ilya, please tell me now if you don't like receiving long asks like this because i have more to share and i am itching to get the out

from, ilya

oh first of all i don’t mind long asks !! second of all ur better than me cause i’d probably have a breakdown right there idk i can’t stand criticism and people who are just not listening to u even tho ur making valid points annoy the shit out of me so. i could never. the other day i just slammed the door on my father and left the country bc i got into an argument with him lmao tbf he’s not great so ! but yes ur welcome to say more omg

[mlchaelwheeler]

hiiii sarahhhh 🍓

OH MY GOD YVIE 🫂💕💕💕 idk what i did to get such an insanely talented mutual like you but somehow we are sharing the same wavelength. rbing posts from each other. screaming in the tags. YOUR ART where do i even begin. the textures the colors the poses the scenes all stunning perfection incredible showstopping i don't even have the words to accurately describe my feelings about your art. just know that everytime i see it i have to set my phone down and comprehend the talent. (the new max piece i am on my knees in awe sobbing holding it to my chest cradling it dearly btw). also,, you're so fun and sweet and i LOVE seeing your posts on the dash bc i know i am in for a treat!! another member of the mike wheeler defense squad 🫂💕 so that alone makes you one of my favorite people. but yah ily and am so glad we're mutuals!!