#not a high school au. oh no

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first three-ish episodes chase and mighty med oliver would have been best friends

season 1 bree and just-started-going-to-school "connie valentine" (skylar) would have been best friends

seasons 1-2 adam and mighty med kaz would have been best friends

[rdotvel]

very rushed jeffmads hs au animation for my 8 fans…………

[thetorturedlovergirl]

High school au with them

Rockstar 13, straight A student Yaz and pathetic nerd Spy.

[rinnivin]

lazy doodles……im hyperfixating on historical lams again UH OH also hs!john with headphones!!!! bro does NOT like loud noises/crowds so it’s his best friend

PLEASE MAKE MORE LAMS CONTENT 🙏🙏🙏🙏 I LOVE LAMS

[small-brain-hourz]

Guys you don’t understand the way I feel about them

And I can never forget the amazing oh the humanity au that @doodledrawsthings crafted back in the day 😩

[peach-moths]

Teacher Au: High School Days doodle Draxum wanted to take his boys to a nice restaurant for somebody's (mikey) early birthday dinner, but Mikey, being Mikey forgot about the dinner and Donnie just wanted to stir the pot and purposely didn't dress up

Draxum would not let their bad fashion slide and had his assistant bring a pair of clothes for the boys to change into

[dmitridish]

Teen K/S, who cheered?

Probably won't finish the whole thing but Spock is carrying Kirk because he injured his leg

"Maybe I should get injured more often.."

"That would be highly irresponsible, Jim, even for one such as yourself..."

Me after doing the absolute bare minimum all day (I have several deadlines to meet)

[mikoworks]

Folks expressed interest in reading the scripts for the Curly and Jimmy high school/college AU comics I’m working on, so here’s a script about how Jimmy got his scar!

Game night

Curly is waiting for Jimmy to come over that night. It’s getting late. Curly is getting worried.

Curly texts Jimmy: Hey, are we still on for game night? Are you okay?

No answer.

Curly looks out the living room window. Nothing.

Curly sighs, slumps on the couch, turns on the tv, and boots up a video game.

Curly falls asleep on the couch.

Later that night, there’s a loud knock on the front door.

Curly is startled awake.

He groggily trudges to the door and opens it.

He quickly awakens fully with a shocked expression.

Jimmy stands on the porch with a gash on his mouth. Blood drips down his chin onto his shirt.

Jimmy: Sorry I’m late.

Jimmy chuckles.

Curly ushers Jimmy inside.

Curly: Jimmy, what the hell happened?

Jimmy: Biking accident.

Curly: Bullshit. I know a biking accident when I see one. Was it your dad again?

Jimmy kicks off his shoes and slumps on the couch.

Curly kneels next to him on the floor.

Curly reaches toward Jimmy’s face.

Curly: Can I help?

Jimmy moves his face away from Curly’s hands.

Jimmy: You’re not my fucking mom.

Curly: Right, right… sorry for pushing.

Jimmy sighs.

Jimmy: Fine. You can help.

Curly rushes out of the room. Jimmy picks up the remote control and starts playing a game. Curly returns with a wet rag and bowl of water.

Curly dabs the rag on Jimmy’s lip.

Curly: Why didn’t you go to urgent care?

Jimmy: Because I didn’t want to miss game night.

Curly: Your health is more important.

Jimmy: I’ve dealt with worse. Turned out fine every time.

Curly brushes his finger against the gash on Jimmy’s lip.

Curly: You’re going to need stitches.

Curly and Jimmy exchange glances.

Curly’s expression is pained empathy.

Jimmy’s angry expression softens to guilt.

Jimmy: Why do you care? In a couple of months you’ll be off at that fancy college in California having the time of your life.

Curly: Fancy college in California?

Jimmy: The one you talked about nonstop for months.

Curly: About that…

Curly picks up the acceptance letter off the coffee table and hands it to Jimmy.

Jimmy reads it.

Jimmy: Wait, you’re going to college HERE?

Curly: Yep. That “fancy college in California” didn’t have the program I wanted.

Jimmy smiles.

Curly: Which reminds me. I wanted to ask you… Would you like to be roommates?

Jimmy: I’m not going to college, Curly.

Curly: Doesn’t matter. We can get an off campus apartment. I’ll go to school, you’ll go to work. Maybe it’ll be good for you to… get away.

Jimmy tears up.

Jimmy: And here I thought you were just going to up and leave.

Curly: What? No. Why would I do that?

Jimmy: Because that’s what everyone else does.

Curly: Jimmy I…

Curly thinks to himself, I love you.

Curly: I would never leave you.

Jimmy slumps and cries.

Curly: Can I… hug you?

Jimmy hugs Curly. Curly returns the hug.

Jimmy: Yeah, it was my dad.

Curly: I know.

[manygeese]

this is going to be embarrassing if this gets no notes but WHO WANTS TO HEAR ABOUT MY VALGRACE SMALL TOWN AU.

[generic-sonic-fan]

@shadedlittlepastaboy you are SO correct. Shadow would have been a band kid in high school. I personally think he'd play clarinet just because he stumbled into it in 6th grade and now it's too late to change to any of the "cooler" instruments. (but I'm open to other suggestions.)

Rouge was 100% a choir girlie and you can't change my mind. She has the exact level of cattiness required (can confirm as I was a choir kid). Like, she was never a soloist (she was never that good) but she was an alto that pretended to be a soprano so that she'd always get to sing the melody and not have to work as hard to learn any harmonies.

Omega is not in band or choir or orchestra as he is too busy hitting other puny highschoolers like a goddamned truck as a linebacker in football and as a wrestler in the off season. Bro would actively choose to do P.E. all four years of high school solely because it means he gets to hit other people with dodgeballs.

[icemankazansky86]

I added some lore and made him an au muse

Oh Young-il is a Korean teenage boy who grew up in an orphanage in South Korea. He never knew his parents and at the age of 16, was adopted by an American family and brought to the United States.

(faceclaim: Lee Byung-Hun)

[crystalpallette]

I've been in a fugue state all day and made zero progress on any art ever, and then I zoned out and suddenly its doppel arle with a steel chair. recently all I've been able to draw is vaguely threatening girls in red pen I think something is wrong

[rdotvel]

happy birthday lil bro 💔 i’ve realized i’ve never made hs!phillip art NOR have i mafe phillip art in general so here he is!! sorry i fucked up he dont look that accurate 😖

here’s some facts about our bro

“inaccurate” IDC.

[lilac-hecox]

Title: Love on the Ice

Pairing: Ian/Anthony - Ianthony [background mentions of/implied Shourtney, Trevrasha, Damangela, and Spommy]

Rating: Teen

Summary:

Ian is happy in his life at Del Campo high school. He runs cross-country. He has great friends like Tommy, Courtney, and Damien, and he gets decent grades. Except for the fact that his dad happens to be the high school hockey coach. When one of his dad’s players gets injured, Ian is forced on to the team. The only problem? He sucks at hockey. That’s when Anthony Padilla, captain of the hockey team – and Ian’s ex-best friend- steps in to begin to train Ian. Will these two former friends mend their relationship? And can Ian manage to make his dad proud? Does he even want to?

Warnings: Bullying, abusive parenting

Notes: Written for the Smoshblr Big Bang 2024! Huge thank you to @wispmotherr for helping to run the challenge over the summer, all of the participants, @xxmoonch1ldxx for having long conversations with me about this idea initially, and @sheisaquarius-blog for her unending support, without her this would not have been done!

Also woo-hoo longest fic I've written for Smosh fandom!

[This will have art and a mix added to it when they are completed]

[vykio]

A Moment of Relaxation

Happy belated birthday @lesbian-kaz ily <3

Special thanks to Mina for reading this for me ily :finger_heart:

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Andrew is sneaking Neil into his house. Well, sneaking is an exaggeration. Neil just asked if he could stay the night and Andrew said sure, but they’d have to use the side door so they wouldn’t have to cross the living room to the stairs. It’s now that Andrew thinks Neil understood that as Andrew sneaking them into the house. Their feet are crunching on leaves and branches lining the side of the house and Neil thinks Andrew is not being quiet or careful enough where he steps.

“It’s Nicky,” Andrew says flatly, though at a volume apparently unacceptable to Neil because he gets shushed. Andrew stops and wheels on Neil to show him his unimpressed face, which he hopes shines through in the dark shadow of the house. Neil returns one of his own, much clearer to receive with half his face in the light of the porch lamp. Andrew says, “He won’t care.” They have, in fact, snuck into the house like this when Nicky was still up, and all he did was greet them sleepily and bid them good night.

“I have trauma.” Andrew rolls his eyes not because it’s untrue—Neil’s parents are freaks about curfews when they’re in town, and can be rather heavy-handed about it at times—but because it’s a dramatic response. It’s just Nicky.

“It’s Nicky.” Andrew grabs Neil’s hand to noisily drag him to the back door. Neil doesn’t resist at all so Andrew wonders why he’s kicking up a fuss. “He won’t care and he probably won’t wake up.”

“Aaron?” Neil asks, and suddenly he is very close; pressed to Andrew’s back with their clasped hands between them. Andrew’s other hand fumbles with his keys as he pulls them out of his pocket. He nearly drops them, too focused on the lack of space between him and Neil, the heat of him, his breath at his ear, to keep them steady. He pulls himself together though and untangles their hands to hold on to the doorknob. 

“Who cares?” he remembers to say—whispers it for Neil’s sake—then unlocks the door and pushes it wide so he can push Neil in ahead of him. The heat on his back doesn’t disperse immediately. It clings to him and climbs up to his cheeks, followed by the very violent urge to kiss Neil. 

Andrew closes the door behind him with probably more force than is necessary, which earns him a panicked and displeased look from Neil. His mouth moves and Andrew’s finger comes up in warning. Do not shush me again. Neil’s lip curls back but he doesn’t. Instead, he quietly toes off his shoes and picks them up to carry them to Andrew’s room.

Andrew closes his bedroom door more softly then turns the lock. Being in here seems to relieve Neil—the tension in his shoulders leaves, the earlier stress lining his mouth and brows smoothed out. Andrew stops any further thoughts of Neil’s mouth and focuses on the way Neil seems find complete relaxation in Andrew’s room, which is arguably a worse thought. Neil throws his shoes next to Andrew’s desk. They land noisily and Andrew bristles for a second, for having endured Neil’s paranoia on the way in.

“The walls aren’t soundproof, idiot.” Andrew slips two fingers in the back of Neil’s collar and tugs him backwards towards the dresser. He releases him and opens the top drawer, then instructs Neil to, “Change.”

Andrew grabs his pajamas and slips out to the bathroom to change. When he returns, Neil has changed into his borrowed pajamas. He’s also set up his bed so it looks less like a wasteland of blankets and pillows and more like an acceptable arrangement for watching movies on a laptop screen, and has settled himself comfortably in the middle of the bed. Andrew’s computer sits closed at the end of his bed and Neil has his knees tucked up against him so he doesn’t accidentally knock it off the bed. He smiles sleepily at Andrew, and Andrew scoffs.

“You’re gonna fall asleep.”

“No, I’m not,” Neil whines, lazily patting the mattress.

Andrew goes to the edge of the bed and ushers Neil towards the wall, then has him roll back so Andrew can climb over him and be closest to the wall. Andrew’s still propped up when he’s looking at Neil, eyes wide, now seemingly more awake, and for a long moment they stare at each other. 

For a long moment, Andrew wants, and he allows himself to think he can see it reflected in Neil.

Andrew looks away first, reaching for his laptop before he properly settles in. He turns on Into the Spider-verse and puts the laptop between them. Neil sits up to lean back against the headboard. 

Andrew thinks it is incredible that Neil has managed to fall asleep just as Miles is about to discover what he can do when he puts his mind to it. Predictable, but incredible. Incredible still is the way they’ve slumped together over the course of the movie. Neil is now curled into Andrew’s side, tucked underneath Andrew’s arm. Andrew will make fun of him later for letting him use him as an armrest. 

He closes the lid of his laptop with his foot and takes a deep, steadying breath. He should move it back to his desk and bully Neil into a proper sleeping position. Or he can stay like this a little while longer, until they inevitably push each other away to steal different blankets.

In the morning, they’re still stuck together, and Andrew tries not to think too deeply about the confused, then entirely too-happy look Neil directs at him.

[magicalgirlmascot]

When/if Jaller's team gets into their Mahri arc, are they going to be on the swim team? 😁

HGLDFGHLKJFSLKDG

I'm not gonna lie my immediate reaction was "wait are high school swim teams actually a thing" because in my area they exist as like. non-school stuff like at the sports center or whatever but not at actual schools. I've never been to a high school with a pool but presumably they do exist somewhere

I think when the Mahri stuff hits, honestly they just become even weirder. They were already weird as Toa go with the glowing eyes and the lightning thing but now they have, like, gills? Some of them have scales? Kongu's been trying to grow out his beard and for some reason it's got a weird chitinous texture? Jaller has made friends with a crab? Wait, aren't those invasive here?

Meanwhile Nokama "I Am Coping Just Fine With My Werebeast Past" Metru is losing her fucking mind