#not bad for a random doodle on my phone

[thoughtfulrobot]

I caught robot brainrot from @melissadiamond and was suddenly possessed to do this

[diamondsheep]

A quick sketch of my favorite Luffy image :D !

[darnellthefirestarter]

Hair

[comicaurora]

Hey, sorry if you’ve been asked this before, but I have ADHD and I’ve been following your comic for years and just now have started to write my own comic (partially because you really inspired me). But I’m really struggling with staying on the project even when it’s boring and getting myself to work on it in the first place. Do you have any tips on how to keep your brain invested or just to make yourself do the work at all?

I have excellent news, I literally just figured out something really important about this.

So when you're an ADHD kiddo or otherwise have difficulty staying on task in a structured environment where Task is the Priority, the main way people try to MAKE you stay on task is by removing your access to anything that is not The Task. No phone, no TV, no doodling, no going outside, etc. In practice, this just makes us miserable because it takes the boredom that's always simmering around a 2 or 3 and cranks it all the way up to 11. In the same way that you would have difficulty staying on task if you were in physical pain, this crushing existential monotony makes it very difficult to work. The work might get done simply because you have no other options, but it will not be done quickly or well, and it will take a while to recover from how much it hurt.

What I realized earlier this week is I caught myself doing this to myself. I had 42 pages of background colors to do, and I thought to myself "this sounds really tedious, but I suppose I have nothing better I can do." And I realized what I'd just thought, and got very alarmed.

Because back when I was an ADHD kiddo imprisoned by school scheduling and a million little factors that keep children immobile and restrained, I couldn't stop thinking about how big and exciting the world was, and how much I wanted to be anywhere but here. When I was feeling really crushed in I'd pick a random spot on the maps on my wall and just imagine being there instead of my bedroom. This was the impetus behind almost all of my creative energy. I've said it before - anything is a prison if you can't leave, and being in a prison makes it easy to imagine how amazing things could be outside of it. Aurora's initial worldbuilding was forged in the crucible of fifth grade misery. My enthusiasm for art and my creative drive are inextricable from my sense of wonder and yearning for excitement in the real world. Not escapism, but appreciation. Wonders unimaginable are out there, and I gain just as much joy seeking them out as I do conjuring them up in my head and sharing them with all of you.

So now that I'm a grown-up with actual freedom in every way I've been able to get, the idea that I was staying on task by making myself believe the world was small and not worth seeing was extremely alarming. It could keep me on task for an afternoon, but at the cost of slowly extinguishing the thing that made me want to make art in the first place - the hunger to experience and draw inspiration from all the myriad complexities in the world.

So what I've been doing is I've been purposefully and intentionally taking excursions whenever I catch myself thinking "I could take a break but it wouldn't be worth it, it's the same outdoors as always, I'll be uncomfy and unproductive and tired." Because that is never true. Every time I've put down the stylus and gone out, I've been renewed in one way or another, and when I come back to comfort fully recharged I get a lot of shit done. Because it is easier to work on anything if you remember why you wanted to make it in the first place, and it is self-defeating misery to just lock yourself in with it and tell yourself you're a bad person if you can't get it done.

I honestly don't know how widely applicable this is. I have worse wanderlust than anyone I know, so for me this has always been modeled as imprisonment vs freedom. I've also been extremely lucky to find myself in a profession that lets me set my own pace on literally everything I do. But I genuinely believe that when it comes to making art with ADHD, you need to give yourself freedom to move laterally, not just in the direction of obvious forward progress. We don't think linearly in any other part of our lives - art is no different.

[empresskylo]

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⋆｡°✩ all featuring gn!reader insert ⋆｡°✩ AUTHOR'S NOTE | hopefully these aren't cringey lol, i pulled most of them from pinterest. i just thought they'd be fun. let me know if you'd want to see more.

cod masterlist | main masterlist

soap: *bursts into the room, starts panicking* ghost: you: ghost: what happened? soap: no one died you: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER–

gaz: have you heard the joke about the gaslighter? soap: no... gaz: no, you definitely have. soap: no I haven't. gaz: you've literally heard it before. soap: no i haVEN'T gaz: yes you have soap: I DON'T KNOW IT?!? gaz: you're crazy, man. ghost: *hiding his smirk* you: *giggling beside ghost*

soap: I just fell– you: from heaven? soap: no, like I literally just fell– you: in love with me? soap: my fucKING ARM IS BROKEN you: okay, but do you think i'm pretty? be honest.

you: i sleep with a dagger under my pillow. gaz: weak. I sleep with a gun. ghost: you're both pathetic. you: oh?? and what do you sleep with? ghost: soap. you: *spits out drink*

you: what are you, 5? konig [snorts]: yeah, 5 heads taller than you. you: konig: konig: I'm sorry, please don't kill me.

you [on the phone]: uh... price? price [tired]: is the base on fire? you: well...no? price: then it's not an emergency price: *hangs up* gaz: WHAT DID HE SAY? you: he said it's not an emergency. soap [pinned under a cabinet that ghost and alejandro are trying to get off him]: HOW IS THIS NOT AN EMERGENCY

ghost: i invited you into the woods because I crave the most dangerous game. you and soap [both nodding]: knife monopoly. ghost: i was actually going to hunt you for sport but now i'm interested in whatever the fuck knife monopoly is.

ghost: *is carrying all the groceries* you: *holds out a hand to help* ghost: *aggressively moves all the groceries to one hand to hold your hand*

you: can you keep a secret? ghost: do you know anything about my life? you: no, i do not. good point.

[you and ghost texting] you: where are you? ghost: turn around ghost: no the other way ghost: wrong way again you: ghost, where exactly are you?? ghost: at base, but the thought of you turning aimlessly in circles amuses me.

soap: go big or go home! you [tears in your eyes]: i am begging you, soap. for once in your life, go home. please. just this once. go home. ghost: *nods in agreement* soap: i'm going big!

soap: hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers? you: peonies, why? soap: you: were you going to get me flowers? soap: you: soap: it's a possibility...

you: why are you smiling? price: what? can't I just be happy? soap: gaz tripped and fell in the parking lot.

ghost: i wish i could block people in real life. you: restraining order. soap: murder. gaz: jesus fucking chr–

you: so you don't have a thing for anyone at the moment? soap: well... i didn't say that. you: oh. what's she like then? soap: you're just gonna assume they're a 'she'? you: are they– you: are they not a girl? soap: *gay panic*

ghost: i made tea. you: i don't want tea. ghost: i didn't make tea for you. this is my tea. you: then why are you telling me? ghost: it's a conversation starter. soap [looking between you two, confused] you: that's not really a conversation starter. ghost: oh, it isn't? we're conversing, aren't we? checkmate. you [scoffing]: well it's a lousy one then. ghost: never said it wasn't. you: *looking at soap* soap: *looking at you*

price: what does 'take out' mean? alejandro: food. gaz: dating. soap: murder. you: it can mean all three if you're not a coward. ghost: soap: gaz: price: you: what?

ghost: look, i know you think my judgment is clouded because i like soap a little bit. you [holding ghost's notepad]: you doodled your wedding invitations. ghost: no, that's our joint tombstone. you: oh, right, my mistake.

konig: hello, welcome to our first debrief. konig: today we're talking about... you [whispering]: building loyalty. konig: killing royalty. you [under your breath]: oh my god.

ghost: i am a very bad person. very very bad person. i am a horrible person. soap: you: gaz: ghost: "no you're not, ghost! we still love you, ghost!"

[thecynthh]

a little ink - C.S

summery - y/n is journaling in bed but chris gets bored of his phone and begins to play around with y/n's stationary.

notes - fluff <33333, chris is so boyfriend, i thought the fandom needed more fluff, short

a/n - hey yall, this is an apology gift because ive been bad on being active and writing so enjoy this lil thing i whipped up.

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i stationed myself on my side of the large bed with a little tray table on top of my bare legs. my shorts barely covered up to my mid thigh so the vent near me was absolutely chilling. i begin to go slowly when i'm trying to write a title for my next page, i began to journal when my boyfriends brother and my therapist recommended it to me, despite how simple matt’s was, I thought i could take it up a notch and make it a little cutesy. 

my pencil case was jam packed with highlighters, colourful pens and high quality markers, my concentration stays strict on the page in front of me, i tried to keep my penmanship neat while i'm trying to write something in cursive. a warm hand wraps around my ankles as i look down beside me seeing chris look at me with want in his eyes. “hi chris,” i simply say looking at the boy while i put the cap back onto my brush tip marker. 

“hi baby,” he looks up at me with a beaming bright smile, he just radiates good energy and love. he drops his phone beside him now playing a song instead of the various audios from tiktok. 

his hand sneaks up into my pencil case grabbing a yellow marker from it. he uncaps it and i feel the light pressure of it press down onto my skin, the yellow marker glides along my scar, he continues to draw past it to make a star out of the previously hurt skin. chris knew i was self conscious about my scars, it was a permanent reminder of the pain i went through in highschool. 

he didn’t care though. he continued to draw random doodles on my leg, moving on to my arms where more scars lay hurt, he switched out his marker for a different colour the more he explored. little hearts, stars and chris’ signature riddle my legs and arms, i feel his writing getting a bit faster. It looks like a sentence but i couldn’t quite read it.

 i stopped what i was doing a long time ago, now just admiring what he was doing. he was so focused on writing his signature on the larger line of a scar i had on my arm using the line from my body to represent the line through the dollar sign he always made whenever he wrote his name. 

he does a very magnificent heart beside his name, filling it in still trying to be very soft on  my skin as the ink seeps in. he plants a fulfilling kiss onto the scar now covered in orange ink, he looks up at me with a little bit of a knowing look painted on his face. “im sorry, it was only meant to be a little ink but your scars are beautiful, as is the rest of you.” his finger underlines the sentence imprinted on my skin as he reads it out. 

“chris i'm gonna cry oh my gosh. you are so cute, you know that?” i saw trying to hold back a sob. 

a chuckle escapes his smiley lips “i love you so much y/n” his lips make contact with the star that started the rest of the pseudo tattoos. i wish i could keep this image in my head forever, because this was a moment too precious to let go of.

taglist - @westwiing13 @comet235 @mayhem73

[izudeeilo]

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You can study me

Sero hanta smau

volley-ball player sero x art student fem!reader, no quirks au, college au.

a/n it's been a while since I've written something like this...I'm nervous

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Senior year is finally here! You thought that this time, the teachers would be more lenient with you and your classmates, but not at all. In fact, they even got stricter... They assigned you a half year-long work, which would be worth 30% of your final grade. What does the work consist of, you ask? Making a complete study of the life of a student you need to pick and paint it.

But... you can't pick a friend.

Profiles • Part .2

Part 1

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You sat outside, pen in one hand, the other on your lap. Scribbling on the piece of paper quick doodles of a random animal. A rooster...a chicken…why was this one that popped in your mind, you don’t know.

A sight escapes your mouth as you look up at the sky. “This is going to be a nightmare” you mutter.

You would’ve been more ok with all of this if you could’ve chosen someone close to you instead. So much easier, simpler. But in the art course? nothing was easy.

You sometimes thought of quitting, completely. But the love you had for art kept you here and perhaps your supportive friends too. Seriously they meant everything to you, they’ve been here through thick and thin. They could be…themselves but you’d do anything for them, the other way around as well.

Taking your phone from your pocket, you check the time — 12:40 pm. “I should already be on my way to the cafeteria.” You get up slowly, grab your bag from the ground and shove the paper and pen inside.

As you enter the building, you greet with a wave of your hand some classmates you had met in your morning class. When you enter the cafeteria, you grab the tray from the pile and pick up a sandwich, a fruit salad and you pay for a soda can at the vending machine.

You weren’t particularly hungry today.

Scanning the room you make eye contact with your friends a bit further away. You march over to them and install yourself next to Himiko, Izuku in front.

”I’ve missed you guys so bad.” you say hugging Himiko’s arm. She hugs you back with a big smile. “Us as well!” she chuckles. “It’s only the first day of the week and I’m already tired.” adds Izuku with a slight smile before taking a bite from his sandwich.

You begin eating as well. “Can you guys believe it's the last year we’ll be together..” you say to them. “Oh don’t start already or I’m going to cry.” says Himiko, turning her head.

“ I know we’ll definitely be busy after but ain’t no way we’re getting separated, you better believe me, you ain’t getting rid of us” she taps her finger on your cheek in a teasing way.

”Oh that I already know” you chuckle.

Izuku suddenly perks up and says “By the way y/n I talked to some of my classmates and I’m sorry most of them don’t feel comfortable with that…” “Oh right mine as well…they say they don't want to meet new people or whatever” himiko adds.

”Oh well I did expect that honestly” you cross your arms and straighten yourself. “Guess the whole art course is going to struggle with finding someone” you sigh and begin to wonder how else are you going to find a student willing to participate in that. Ochaco may try with her classmates but you already have an idea of how it’s going to end.

You’d like someone with personality as well and there’s plenty of people like that here but—

You were cut off by a cheerful voice.

”Izuku you’re here!” A girl with pretty pink hair stopped in front of the table with her tray in hand. You all turned your head at her.

”Oh I didn’t know you were with friends my bad you guys!” she smiles.

”No it’s alright, you wanted something?” he responds.

”The boys are over there and I wanted to know if you wanted to come sit with us! Your friends can come as well if they’d like” She smiles at the both of us.

“Yeah for sure! Does it bother you guys?” He says looking at us.

”Not at all” Himiko and you respond at the same time. You look at each other before chuckling slightly.

”Perfect, follow me!” the girl begins walking ahead. “The name’s Mina by the way!”

”I’m y/n!” you respond back.

”And I’m Himiko”

You all reach a long table with four people already sitting and talking.

Four boys to be exact, one had blond hair and was just staring at the other three with a raised eyebrow, another had red hair and was laughing at something another blond said next to him and the last one with longer black hair was holding his sandwich with a smirk on his face.

”I am here and brought companyyy” Mina chants at the boys.

They perk up at the sound of her voice and all turn their heads towards us. You and Himiko smile not knowing what to do next.

”Hey, these are my friends, Himiko Toga and Y/n L/n !” Izuku introduces us.

He turns to us and points at the boys one by one.

”This is Kacchan- I mean Katsuki Bakugo. You already know him.” he laughs pointing at the blond with red eyes.

Bakugo nods his head with an almost visible smile.

”This is Denki Kaminari” The other blond points finger guns at us.

”This is Eijiro Kirishima” the red haired boy waves at us with a smile.

“And last but not least Sero Hanta” the black haired boy throws a peace sign at us and winks.

They all greet us happily and urge us to sit with them. You began talking for what seemed like hours, they told you they were part of the school volleyball team.

”Oh that’s so cool, how long have y'all been playing for?” you ask.

”We pretty much have been since we were kids. We practically all met through that.” Kirishima responds cheerfully. “Yeah we’re all like a biggg family” Kaminari leans on his shoulder.

Bakugo turns his head at us before speaking “So y/n, art huh? How is it being an artist?”

I laugh “I’m not an artist, artist yet but—“ you were cut off by Izuku.

”Oh stop that you draw, you paint even if it's not professionally yet you’re still an artist.”

”Yeah, it doesn’t matter even if it was just a hobby, you still are an artist.” Sero joins him before continuing. “And how is it going so far?”

”To be honest? Right now, horrible.” you chuckle.

They all seem taken back as their eyes slightly widen.

“It’s mostly because of an assignment our teacher already gave us.”

”Oh that's rough— On the first day?” Kirishima says.

”Yeah, I have like half of the school year to complete it? And it's worth 30% of my final grade too.” You lean your head on your hand. “I need to pick a student I don't know, to study their life? Like get to know them so I can make a painting of it—“

”You can study me?” Sero suddenly says, catching you off guard. “We just met so that’ll be perfect and I get to spend time with a cute girl like you so it’s a win-win situation.” He smiles and leans back on his chair.

You stare at him. That’s...a good idea actually you think to yourself and it’s not a total stranger if it’s one of Izuku’s friends…right?

”Well Sero you’ve got yourself a deal” I smile back at him.

”Call me Hanta.”

a/n i hope you guys like this aaah i'm so nervous and excited to post this...🤧 see u guys in the next part! 💋

[crushedsweets]

Can you draw or talk more about Toby and Eyeless Jack or even the X-Virus?

YESSSS i can. heres a lil doodle to get me started.

OKKKK the little concept in my head has slender's MAIN GOAL being to prevent any paranormal/supernatural stuff coming out to the general public. hence his proxies being made to get rid of tapes, evidence, and kill if Necessary. sometimes slender makes paranormal/supernatural ppl help out his human proxies "as payment for refuge" in his forest. SO that sorta explains how toby and jack know each other and why jack helps at all. he can't rlly go out to the public so he's stuck with these assholes. it's not really supposed to be a 'mansion' trope, moreso random cabins and shelters littered about the forest, but it could work in the mansion au too

Imma ramble abt toby n jacks friendship (in my head) under the cut + a random x virus doodle

as for toby and jack specifically. toby is impulsive, aggressive, can't feel pain, and doesn't know what's good for him, so he's forced to get help from jack a good bit. for a long while there was hella tension between them since, again, jack isn't helping these guys out of the goodness of his heart. he's helping them bc the forest their boss resides in is the only place he's relatively safe. jack has a weird mix of a inferiority and superiority complex, since he envies toby's humanity but also feels like he's 'better' due to toby's own . . violent habits. toby thinks jack is pretty cool from the get-go ('wooow ur grey..') but he gets pissed off with jack's questions and demands of 'DONT RIP UR FUCKING STITCHES' and 'u have a concussion don't fucking scroll on your phone for 5 hours a day'.

toby has no idea if these demands come from actual concern or annoyance, and frankly, neither does jack. regardless, toby's with jack a decent bit. partially since jack makes a lot of people really uncomfortable so it's easy to go hang out with jack when he doesnt wanna deal with anyone else but still wants company. eventually theyre capable of some decent banter and conversations. theyre both mamas boys so thats a very weird touchy topic that they kinda dance around but both feel very deeply and know the other relates. THEY MISS THEIR MOMS SO BADLY.. :( mayhaps one year toby helps drop off flowers to jack's moms house for mothers day. jacks way too ashamed to even get within a 10 mile radius of his mom. that's kinda the moment things really shift between them and they actually become friends.

toby also asks abt university. lyra was at community college until she passed, and toby never considered college as an option, so he gets curious on what he missed out on. he also likes to share stuff abt lyra and their old shenanigans. tim and brian have used his childhood against him multiple times before, and it's not like he's gonna trust ben or jeff with that information. jacks sort of like a void he could talk into. jack feels uneasy talking about his life before the sacrifice, since he misses it so unbelievably bad, but toby accidentally got him to talk about it while treating a burn before.

ok and to top this fucking essay off heres xvirus. i had no idea he existed until this year and someone sent me an ask about his updated design, so he's some scribbles for him :9 his concepts super cool tho so maybe ill get more into him later on

[scarletfire03]

Sorry guys no snark in random game today 😔 only bad phone doodle. Ive been bedridden for the past 6 or 8 hours idk with a horrible headache thats only now getting better with some ibuprofen.

Also because i have to go to bed like RIGHT NOW so i can wake up at 4:30 tomorrow to get to my exam on time (part 1 of the finals for the apprenticeship its a weird system and i have to be in another city at 7:30 tomorrow and because that route has been plagued with delays recently im aiming to arrive at 6:20am there just to have a buffer if anything goes wrong lmfao fuck you deutsche bahn)

Wish me luck on the exam 🙏

[not-5-rats]

CelestialRat (Faust x Charlie) HCs

(Cause I'm bored & obsessed with these losers <3)

(+ some Casper/ Star...idk what to call them, gonna have to summon that one name generator moot /hj anyways calling them Listener rn)

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Their kitchen is FULL of cute cups, Faust loves them and Charlie is begging him to stop

Faust buys Charlie things, he causally mentioned wanting smth? Suddenly it's in his room...yet Faust never admits to it

Whenever he's bored at work Charlie doodles Faust, or silly star themed outifts/ items of clothing

Fausts entire phone is photos of Charlie, him just doing anything, he's just so stupid <3

They have matching phone screens, not photos of each other, but matching

Faust was hesitant to show Charlie on stream cause he knows the dangers that come with being online in that way but he eventually did and after the first time Charlie was there for practically every stream (unless working)

Listener and Faust spam Charlie when he's at work, he never gets a break

Listener argues with Faust over who's stream Charlie's gonna be in that day (he often ends up running between both-)

The two streamers totally have a joint channel, and joint merch

Charlie & Listeners entire wardrobes are made up of a mix of Faust & Listeners merch

Charlie sometimes feels bad that he can't buy Faust nice things but Faust says he's an idiot, that he doesn't need to buy him anything, but he still feels kinda bad

Faust isn't allowed in shops near/ during autumn

They watch horror films together, both of them end up freaking out but neither admit it

Cat x Rat <3 ( x Bat)

They have a cat (idc if I give this hc to everyone in the yv universe...I like cats), it's a calico and bites, alot, but in a loving way (name ideas are appreciated <3333)

They started living together pretty quickly

None of the walls in their house are visible, Faust put tapestries/ posters everywhere....EVERYWHERE

Charlie suprises Faust & Listener with coffee/ a meal/ a snack/ smth like that whenever he gets off stream, cause they can last ages and he needs fed <3

Adding onto my last point, Charlie almost had to shove food down their throats cause the other two get so caught up in prepping for stream or organising shit (idk what streamers do bro) so all they really consume is coffee and gum-

Listener sends both of them the most random shit with the message 'omg it you/ the other one/ us'

Listener and Faust COVER Charlie in kisses, like bro is never free

Sometimes if they have an empty day Faust and/ or Listener will hang around Pete's just so they can catch a glimpse of their husband

Autistic Lovers <3333

Charlie still can't believe he's dating those two, they're so fabulous and he's just...Charlie (they both think he's absaloutly adorable)

[bonefanatic]

OKAY SO BIG BIG REQUEST

well not that big

could you do some headcanons? what could it be like dating miles! (if you can do earth 42 miles, great! he’s my favourite!)

- charli / cupid

a/n: thanks sm for the request, lil angsty towards the end for e-42 miles but what can you do?

General Dating Headcanons for both Miles and Earth-42 Miles.

Next Best American Record

Lana Del Ray

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Miles

-absolutely whipped for you

-he doodles you in his sketchbook and on some school notes, oops

-study dates but it's basically just you trying to tutor him and him staring at you and sighing dreamily

-he's such a gentleman like you aren't allowed to open doors and scoot your chair in

-if there's door, mf will sprint to get there before you just so he can hold it open

-loves to share his clothes with you. when he buys new jackets he always gets you one of two so you guys can match

-he always brings your favorite snacks when you two go out or hang out together

-has your routines, orders at your favorite places, and clothing sizes memorized

-loves winning you stuff in random ass claw machines

-he paints your nails and tries to do your makeup if you wear any

-wants to tell you he's spiderman so bad but also doesn't want you to worry

-he's a hypocrite about that too bc you could get a paper cut and he's whipping out gauze and anti bacterial shit

-also refuses to let you pay for him and will pout if you do so anyway

42! Miles

-also whipped but in a more subtle way

-when you two go out, he always has a hand on you. holding you hand, an arm around your shoulder, your elbow looped with his

-he's gotten into so many fights bc someone said something vaguely disrespectful to you

-shares his food with you

-phone calls all the time, he isn't always available for dates because of work but he'll get on a call and listen to you talk, even if he can't respond much

-loves making you things to help you out on the day to day

-won't admit it, but loves when you paint his nails or do his makeup

-loves matching outfits but will never admit it. like he'll call you up in the morning and ask what you're wearing just to try and match you

-spanish pet names are a staple

-teasing him with his mom

-he won't shut up about you. when he starts talking to his mom or uncle about you, it's over

-will never tell you about what he does at work or even consider it

-your happy and he's happy, why mess that up with specific details that don't matter?

[darnellthefirestarter]

My ibispaint is pretty... empty.

It's just shitposts, lol

[a-short-alien]

JASON!!!!! I love him oh so much it’s actually incredible he looks a little funky in the doodles but it’s okay don’t look at that

In this AU, there was actually no plan to kill Jason. The Joker had decided that the reason his original plan of “getting his own Robin” didn’t work because he just picked some random kid. He decided this time, he needed to get a real Robin to fill the roll. So he kidnapped Jason during one his and Batman’s more heated fights and essentially convinced him that the Batman had left him for dead while Bruce was entirely convinced Jason had been killed. Jason, similar to Clown was put into intensive near daily training, but Jason being… Jason, he resisted quite a bit, causing the Joker to be much harder on him. Clown tried his best to look out for Jason (not fully understanding why he was there) for those months. Whenever he wasn’t busy with training, Clown was usually there to distract him from their current situation. Jason, though young and full of rage, seemed to understand why Clown didn’t fight back, he didn’t feel like he should have to pay for a fight their fathers were having, so they got along well. Some nights they’d talk for hours about really anything but Batman and the Joker. After around six months of this though, Bruce found out Jason was still alive and being held captive. In a moment of desperation, he rushed over to collect Jason but Joker found out. This led to him moving him to a warehouse, trying to threaten the Batman away with harming Jason, but Batman kept pursuit, leading the the Joker simply “giving up” on the operation and blowing the warehouse up with Jason inside. This would become the main driving force that motivated Clown to leave home. After Jason died some of the pieces began to fall together and though, he knew his father was bad he only fully realized in that moment. After leaving, Clown visited Jason’s grave often, at least once or twice a month, apologizing for not doing more, having the conversations they used to have, ect. Once the timeline changed and Jason was back, the two met and became great friends again, especially after Clown detailed the whole “leaving his entire life behind for Jason’s sake” thing. They now hang out every so often, even working together on taking down some drug trades together on rare occasion.

Jason sees “clown” as an insult so he prefers to call him Jackie

Kept their friendship kind of secret for quite a bit so when Dick introduced the two you can only imagine how shocked he was when they got along so well

Though he never asked him to, Clown usually takes off the makeup around Jason just out of respect

The two refuse to tell anyone but Dick how they met and even he’s left in the dark about most of the details of their friendship

Jason loves to flirt with strangers but when they reciprocate he’s disgusted and runs off (aroace Jason is my fav)

They never really tell anyone when they hang out, they just sort of both disappear for 6-8 hours every so often

They actually met back up one of the days Clown had been visiting Jay’s grave and nearly had a heart attack when he just popped out

Bond over the fact that neither of them can use a phone for any reason because Clown was either in the clutches of the Joker or too poor and Jason was Dead so now that they have these little computers at their disposal they’re both completely at a loss

[starcrossedreaders]

Are You Really Okay?

Chapter One: The Art of Bullshit

Chapter summary: Tuesdays for Jean were easy days, he had two classes to go and the rest of the day was his to waste away, until today.

Warnings: Cursing

Notes: This will be a slow-burn type of story,idk how slow it will be. Also if you have any ideas on where to take this next please share them, So enjoy!

Genre: "Enemies" to lovers Jean falling first??

Pairings: Jean x F!Reader

word count: 1,758

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The cold wind scarred Jean's cheeks as the cold air bit at his lungs. The walk to his creative writing class was always the worst. Having to walk across campus from the art building to the English building was always the worst part of his Tuesdays and Thursdays. He had 15 minutes to make it to class, and the cold wind of the departing winter still ran through the air as spring came closer and closer each day, making the walk worse than it needed to be. 

The entrance to the building came closer to sight as Jean picked up his pace to run away from the cold air. Opening the door, warm air sucked Jean into the building. He pulled his hood down, shook his hair into place, and rubbed his hands together in the hope of bringing the heat back to them. Quick to make it to class on time he skipped a step or two as he went up the stairs and turned right to go to his lecture hall. Normally, he would never be in this big of a rush to get to class on time but after a few phone calls from his parents about how if he loses his scholarships to dumb habits like that he would be on his own. Normally he would never be this negligent, but ever since June 16th of last year Jean never really seemed to be himself. 

Swinging the classroom door open, he was quick to take a seat somewhere in the middle and pull out his sketchbook. The empty page with a few pencil lines stared back at him. Resting his head on his hand he tapped the desk as he desperately searched his brain for some idea for his assignment. His thoughts were scattered as the chair next to him screeched in agony against the floor, the thump of someone sitting in the chair and a sigh followed right after had him looking to see who sat next to him. 

His eyes widened a little as his breath hitched. Nothing could have prepared him for the sight next to him. You. Your cheeks were raw from the cold air as your soft lips slightly parted as your panted. Your hair framed your face perfectly as you fixed a few stray pieces. One last shiver ran through your body as you huffed leaning back into your seat to get ready for the next agonizing 95 minutes. 

“You could not have been any louder when sitting down.” Jean mumbled to himself more then you.

You scoffed and right as your opened your mouth to give him some snarky remark, the classroom door swung open as the professor scrambled in the room.

“Sorry for my tardiness, I was helping Professor Levi with his technology.” In one big breath she set her stuff down on her desk before she went around and started to set up the lecture. The class snickered before she turned back around and began her lecture.

While she spoke about your next assignment, you mindlessly doodled in the notebook in front of you, trying not to pay any mind to the guy sitting next to you. The constant tapping of his pen on his desk was driving you nuts. There was nothing more you wanted to do than to just tell him off right then and there.

“For this assignment, I don’t just want you guys to right some random fictional piece, at this point you should be good at that. Instead, I want you guys to take parts of your past, good or bad and put it into a story without using yourself or the others involved.” The professor was very animated as she through her hands around trying to explain the assignment.

“Take the storyline or plot and write about it in a creative way with new characters. Be creative, maybe put it in a fantasy world, or turn it into a comic strip instead of novel…” Jean drowned her out, not really interested in what she was talking about.

“...You guy’s will be doing this assignment with the people sitting next to you. Everything you need to do it is on the website. Good luck.” Jean groaned at the idea of having to do partner work.

Pulling out your laptop you sigh. “You’re the type of person that makes these stupid assignments worse then they need to be.” You mumbled as you logged in.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Jean closed his sketchbook and followed your actions.

“Exacatly what is sounds like.” You deadpan as pulled up a google doc.

“Whatever, what are we writing about.” Jean clicked a pen as if he was ready to jot down notes in his notebook. It was very obvious he could careless about what was being written, as long as it got done with a good grade.

“I don’t know. Have you had any interesting events forever changing the trajectory of your life? The more we trauma dump the better the grade.” You mumbled as you traced out random shapes on your laptop. 

Your indifference to the words you spoke is what caused you to miss the way Jean’s shoulders tensed up. The way he stopped spinning his pen between his fingers. The way he stared off as his mind ran straight to the one place his mind had been playing on repeat for him for the past year.  You didn’t miss the silence though, or the way his pen made a soft thud as it dropped on his notebook and rolled off the desk. Turning your head to face him you noticed the way his lips pressed together to form a straight line, the way his brows furrowed, or the slight twitch of his left eye as he stared off. Clearly, you touched a hard part of his life without realizing it.

Sighing, you bent over in your chair to pick up his pen. Slapping it down softly on his desk your voice pulled him out of his trance. “Here, you dropped this.” 

Leaning back in your chair you began to type out some ideas. Jean’s eyes slowly moved to look at the pen you placed on his desk and back up to you. Mumbling a curt thanks. Not really paying him any mind you turned your laptop to face him. 

“Here are some ideas what do you think?” Jean merely gazed at the screen before he shrugged his shoulders.

“If I’m being honest, I have more important things to worry about then writing a stupid story.” His cocky words itched you the wrong way.

“How unfortunate, because I rather not do all the work, so pick a topic and we can split the work.” You tried to reason with him, albeit not in the nicest way, but you still tried.

He rolled his eyes as he adjusted himself in his seat, god the desks were so uncomfortable. “The third one I guess.” Jean didn’t even know if there was a third a idea, he just wanted to comprise, split the work, and go his separate way.

You turned your laptop back to yourself as you mumbled. “Heartbreak… interesting.” You began to type away while Jean just spun his pen again. 

After a few heartbeats and loud keystrokes from you computer, you turned to Jean. “I have the work split and mapped out, do you have anyway I can contact you?” You did not seem pleased to be basically asking for his number. 

Based on his demeanor, the tattoos that peaked from under his hoodie, and his messy mullet you would have guessed him to be some frat fuckboy who probably has more girl numbers in his phone than he can actually remember, but it was worth a shot.

He looked at you with annoyance that made you cringe a bit. Sighing he shuffled in his chair as he pulled his phone out, unlocking it with face ID he handed it to you. You gripped the device in your hand as you pulled it back towards you. Quickly, you filled out your contact information, trying to ignore his shattered screen protector. You send a quick text to your phone before you hand it back to him. 

“I’ll text you the details.” You started to pack your things up in your bag before you stood up. “So please do the work, I gave you all the easy shit.” Before Jean could get a word out you were walking off to head back to your apartment.

You didn’t even ask him what his name was.

Something about that rubbed him the wrong way, he was never used that type of behavior from girls. They would fall to their knees and beg just to even get to do partner work with him like this, and yet here you are so standoffish and almost…cold.

The vibration of Jean’s phone in his pocket pulled him out of his conentrated state of rolling a blunt. Quickly licking the paper and sealing it shut he handed it to Connie before he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

[Y/N]: *2 attachments*

Here’s you half of the work.

“What a buzz kill.” He mumbled before he looked at the two pictures you sent. He was appalled to say the least. Everything you gave him did not seem like easy work at all.  Annoyed with the work load you just gave him he had to response, as much as he just wanted to leave you on seen.

[Jean]: That does not seem easy at all, why the hell do I have to draw for a writing class?

[Y/N]: It's a creative writing class so idk be creative maybe?

Your quick response had him snort and shake his head.

[Jean]: Wth do I draw then?

His cluelessness made you role your eyes, everything he needed to go off of was literally in the pictures you sent.

[Y/N]: Idk you’re the artist, just use the art of bullshit and figure it out.

[Jean]: Real helpful

[Y/N]: you’re welcome.

Before Jean could give you a snarky remark Connie was pushing on his shoulder. “It’s your turn man.” Connie held out a burning blunt, the same one Jean just rolled.

Jean took it inbetween his fingers and took a long drag as he thought about the what the hell he was supposed to draw. Taking one more hit he passed it on before he looked at the pictures you sent. 

Writing prompt/ idea: The art of losing those closest to you.

Maybe he should have paid closer attention to the options that were given to him.

[beckinferno]

My SP hyperfix is back so here's a masterpost for my general headcanons!

I'm sure you can guess which characters are my fav based on how some of them are very detailed. Sorry about any typos or unclear sentences LMAO

Kenny

Has a 5+ year old phone with a cracked screen which barely works. He only uses it to call or text people. At times playing games on it too

He loves chicken nuggets and fries but most of the time can't afford it

He never shows his face and hates it when people tell him to take off his hood

Butters, Stan, Kyle and Cartman are the only people who has seen him without the hood on. Idc about canon, let me have this

He drinks alcohol and smokes cigarettes from but hides it from other people

He loves hugs and cuddles, maybe because he never gets that affection very often from his family

He has a bad immune system

His favorite sodas are Pepsi and Sprite because I say so

He often skips classes or sleeps through them

Fingerless gloves.

He's actually a VERY good drummer and is self taught. He also lowkey enjoys sketching

He hates talking about personal things and will often brush them off as nothing

Stan

Biromantic and on the asexual spectrum

Plays the electric guitar and likes to doodle in his notebook more than doing actual school/home work

He likes ramen noodles

He dislikes weed because of Randy's farm, but he does smoke normal cigarettes and uses other drugs sometimes (as a teen)

Big soccer and baseball enjoyer

Listens to music too much and too often. He likes MCR because I do too

Loves holding hands, hugging, etc (any kind of physical affection) unless he's in a bad mood

He's very messy and rarely cleans his room. He is in no way organized about anything.

Hoodies. He wears many hoodies and sweaters. He loves comfy clothing and has come to dislike wearing suits and fancy clothes

Cartman

Very very very closeted bisexual. No, I won't elaborate.

Owns and knows how to play the electric guitar and is actually kind of good at it

Everyone knows he loves food, but less people know he actually really likes cooking. (He has a secret Pinterest account with only recipes)

He has heterochromia; one blue eye and one brown

He speaks a lot of different languages besides from English. Like German, Vietnamese and some Spanish

Loves Lady Gaga and Britney Spears

Cartman has been arrested a lot of times, and does have quite the collection of mugshots

Even when being a teenager, he has a love for his stuffed animals and always enjoys looking at toys while at the store

Secretly a history/war nerd

He's the type of guy to send random and unrelated memes in groupchats and text conversations

Anger issues about most stuff. Especially when losing in any kind of video game

Likes photography a lot

Ike

Autistic because I am autistic and I say so

Tells people he loves Minecraft and Roblox but actually enjoys violent games the most

Comfort food is pizza and his favorite drink is chocolate milk or coca cola. He also loves any type of cookies/chocolate

Loves his weighted blanket and one of comfort items is a stuffed dinosaur

Stuffed animals, drawing and music helps him calm down after nightmares/memories of Miss Stevenson

Only accepts physical affection from Kyle and their parents. His experience with Miss Stevenson changed his reaction to touch

Plays ice hockey and baseball

Hates being kicked/teased. But loves teasing Kyle back and wearing his hat

Big Pewdiepie, Jacksepticeye and DanTDM enjoyer

Loves cartoons, especially Scooby Doo and Chinpokomon (Pokémon)

Swears a lot despite certain adults not liking that he does it

Very protective and caring for Kyle and even if he's younger, he tries to show it the way he can

He hates being sick and despises taking any kind of medicine. He can be very stubborn about this sometimes

[scaradooche]

Lovesick

Buzzing, buzzing is what you wake up to. More specifically buzzing from your phone. You pick up your phone all drowsy to see someone calling you. “Hm?” you say waiting for the other person on the line to speak.

“Y/n where the fuck are you right now? Lumine says hastily.

“At my house.” You mumble

“Y/n it’s 7:58 am school starts at 8.”

You immediately hang up without saying another word. You rush out of bed dreading the outcome of the day already.

It’s 8:20 am when you get to school. You walk slow trying to delay your arrival to your first class which is Ap physics with one of the worst teachers. Ms. Cordez. Great. You take the time to actually look at the outfit you’re wearing. You’re wearing black sweats with a gray sweater and a white shirt. The outfit you picked out wasn’t that bad for picking random stuff you saw in your room but it wasn’t exactly something you would normally wear. You stopped, you didn’t know why. It was like your mind wasn’t processing anything your body was doing. You pick up your head from looking at the ground to realize that you’re in front of your class. You take a deep breath and enter the classroom.

You’re not even one step in before you here a “Ah, look who decided to show up.”

“Hello..” you mutter trying to make your way to your seat.

“Not so fast young lady, why are you late?” You hear Ms. Cordick Cordez say.

“Overslept..”

“Give me a full sentence.”

“I overslept.” you state clearly getting annoyed of her. Sometimes you wonder to yourself if she actually has a life outside of school. You could never imagine that. There is reason why she’s a Ms. and not a Mrs.

“Do you think that is a full sentence?” she says in a irritated voice. When looking at her face you notice that she looks as red as a lobster. You find the comparison quite funny. If you really think about it she does have facial features that do resemble one.

“Yes.”

“Oh, so you want to give me attitude now?” She says in the most obnoxious way ever. At this point you just think she’s trying to get under your skin.

“What the hell? I’m not-“ you try to speak before Ms. Cordez interrupts you.

“We do not use this kind of language in this classroom.” She speaks with a pissy tone.

‘You’re being dramatic, you need to actually chill it’s not a big deal.”

“You do not tell me to chill. I am not your friend. I am your teacher. You need to learn some manners young lady. Detention after school.”

You give her a blank stare before walking to your seat. What a pleasant start to your day you think.

3:00 pm, school finally ended and you can see people heading out of there classes. Some heading out with their friends most likely having plans since it’s a Friday others just going home. You pull out your phone to text your friends.

You close your phone heading to Ms. Cordicks classroom to spend two hours of your life doing absolutely nothing. When you get there the first thing she has you do is check in and hand her your phone.

“You’ll get this back after you serve your time.”

You nod your head and find a table to sit at. Once you find a desk you bring out a notebook planning to just doodle instead of doing any actual work. Around 5 minutes later you see more students coming in you hope that none of them sit next to you. You never really liked the fact that she had table with chairs instead of just desks. Another 5 minutes later Ms. Cordez decides to speak.

“Seeing that everyone is here, I would like to say that I’m not going to be in the same room with you while you serve your time here. Instead I’ll be in another room with Mrs. Smith grading work together. I assume you won’t leave this room without your phones. I except you all to be doing work for the next two hours.” She’s says hastily before she walks out.

Once she leaves you see friends that were split up start getting up and sitting together. The news that she’s not going to be in this room doesn’t affect you at all. While you’re doodling you hear someone getting up. It doesn’t bother you since a lot of people are getting up right now and changing their seats. It doesn’t bother you until this person sits next to you. You stop doodling and look up at this person to only realize it was him. The kids older brother. Your “boyfriend”. Childe.

Prev||Masterlist||Next 2.5: Fuck you Ms. Cordick

Fun Facts:

Idk how to write accurate detention scenes since I’ve never gotten detention 😝😝😍😍

Idk how to write so don’t mind my bad writing

Ms. Cordez is my irl teacher I hate her sm praying on her downfall everyday 😍

Next chapter will probably be uploaded today and it’s gonna be majority writing 😝 be prepared for more of my bad writing 😍😍🔥🔥

No character fun facts this chapter 😔😞😣 the first half wants to be bold for some reason pls don’t mind it 😓😓