#ramshackle Luca

[baileythebean]

This is him explaining in detail how to prepare a dead body (He has never done so in his life)

Playing around with his hair colors!

@dmr-au @averagetmntfan @cherrythepuppet @

[small-world-au]

Hc that Dessie calls Luca ‘LuLu’ bc she can’t QUITE get the pronunciation of their name right, so when she calls ‘LuLu’ over from the high school (in a modern au) her bully is expecting an easy-target fragile girl but it is in fact a very scary tall emo who then tells the kid off and picks Dessie up, carrying her to the nearest ice cream store all while blasting either Nirvana, Chappel Roan or MARINA from his Bluetooth speaker (there’s no other options bc those are Dessie’s favs when with Luca bc she was raised well)

ACCURATE! ALL ACCURATE!!! 🥹🥹🥹

I REALLY WANT TO DRAW THAT!!!!

AND HER LISTENING TO NIRVANA AND MARINA?????!!!! DAMN! Child was raised REAL WELL!!!! Stone’s shedding tears of joy rn.

[somecoolpigeon]

Today’s winter message is from Luca!!

Alternative version alsjdgfkshfkdk

[cherrythepuppet]

Bites

TW: Implied Su!c!de, Biting, slitting throats

The story of how Gram learned he was immune at the cost of losing his Best friend/lover

Gram: Me

Lucas: @baileythebean

Gram pushed himself off the ground and saw the runner trying to attack Lucas, Gram instantly got up and grabbed the runner by the hair before taking his switchblade out and slitting the runner’s throat with the switchblade

There was silence for a few moments as Gram kicked the Runner’s corpse away “I think it's clear…” He mumbled with a sigh of relief “Gram-” Lucas paused, staring at Gram with wide eyes

“Gram, your arm” Lucas said causing Gram to look down at his arm where he saw that one of the several infected that chased them earlier had bitten him, He drops her switchblade and frantically wipes the blood away only to find the bite remains

“No. No, no, no, no, no!” Gram exclaimed looking over at Lucas who showed a nervous smile while he raised his left hand to show he got bit too, Gram froze and in a fit of rage, he kicked over a potted plant

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He cried before collapsing on the ground next to Lucas “There's some more stuff over there you can break…” Lucas mumbled “… Wha- W-what are we gonna do?” Gram sniffled

Lucas hesitated “The way I see it, we got two options” He sighed searching through his pockets and pulling out his handgun “Option one. We take the easy way out, It's quick and painless” He told Gram

“I'm not a fan of option one…” He frowned, setting the handgun directly in front of them “Or Two. We fight” He chuckled “Fight for what? We're gonna turn into one of those things” Gram replied “There's a million ways we should’ve died before today. And a million ways we can die before tomorrow” Lucas said

“But we fight… for every second we get to spend with each other. Whether it’s two minutes Or two days, We don't give that up” He added “I don't want to give that up. My vote. Let’s just wait it out. You know, we can…be all poetic and just lose our minds together” He smiled

Gram was silent as he looked at Lucas’s smile then rested his head on Lucas’s shoulder while wiping away his tears…

[fruitycarpenters]

my dream for these characters if for

Elora, Paige, and Edgar (+bellaire, delilah): to become one of those hardcore quoteable movies that queers that use pinterest make edits of quotes from

Daniel and Mitch: either a book people highlight to hell and back, or an animated show with tons of little details

Jay and Spencer: a studio investegraves styled visual novel game<33

Hurricane leo: a cartoon, like the owl house or gravity falls, one of those "kids" cartoons that people of all ages vibe with :3

[harunayuuka2060]

Leona: Oi, Lucas. Why is your master here with no escort?

Lucas: ...

Lucas: You're studying in Night Raven College? Please, Prince Leona! Can I ask you to watch over Their Royal Highness?!

Leona: Huh? Why would I do that?

Lucas: You are his ex.

Leona: ...

Leona: What the fu-

Lucas: Everyone here in Arendelle, except the prince regent, knows how you broke Their Majesty's heart when you rejected their marriage proposal.

Lucas: You would have been our king now if only you hadn't wasted such an opportunity.

Leona: We were only together for a week!

Lucas: EXCUSES.

Leona: ...

Lucas: Anyway, back to the matter at hand, Their Majesty doesn't like it when I ask someone to accompany them. So please keep it secret and be subtle about it.

Leona: Why would I listen to you?

Lucas: You wouldn't want me to inform the prince regent about how you turned them down.

Lucas: He's a second-born just like you.

Leona: ...

Ace: Is it me or Riddle-senpai has become talkative?

Riddle: *telling MC about his plans for the future*

MC: *would drop a few remarks and Riddle would listen to them*

Deuce: You were not expecting that they would be close.

Ace: *pouts* I bet Riddle-senpai has a crush on them.

Deuce: Dude.

Ace: What? Half of the Heartslabyul students are simping for them.

Ace: And to be honest, we're still disappointed that they didn't agree to make Ramshackle dorm official.

Deuce: Can't you just be glad that you're back in Heartslabyul and that Housewarden Rosehearts has become less harsh with the punishments?

Ace: But I want to be in the Ramshackle dorm~.

Ace: I want to be cuddled again~.

Deuce: ...

Leona: Cuddled?

Ace and Deuce: !!!

Ace: L-Leona-senpai, what are you doing there...

Leona: *standing behind them*

Leona: Continue with what you were saying earlier.

Leona: You were cuddled by whom?

Ace: MC-senpai? It was when we met them for the first time at the Ramshackle dorm.

Leona: ...

Riddle: How about you, MC-senpai? What are your aspirations for the future?

MC: Oh, it's-

Leona: *has lifted MC by holding them around the waist*

Riddle: L-Leona-senpai!

Leona: I'm snatching this one.

Riddle: Where are you taking them?!

Leona: None of your business.

MC: ...

MC: Kitty, we don't snatch people away in broad daylight.

Leona: ...

Riddle: ...

Riddle: *could clearly see the faint blush on Leona's face*

MC: *chuckles*

MC: It's nice to meet you again, Leona.

Leona: Tch.

[pan-problemed]

A body on the step and lies all about - i

cooper howard x angel!gn!reader

tags; slow burn, character study, cowboys, angels, religion, gender neutral reader warnings; none

masterlist | cross posted on ao3 inspired by the fallen by @geeks-universe! please check it out summary ; You are an angel, trying to help humanity build what their leaders destroyed. He is a man cursed to painful immortality, trying to survive in the world his leaders destroyed.

He thought he had squashed out all that remained of his humanity, but here you were, all gentle hands and knowing looks, throwing a wrench into the character he had so carefully constructed.

Some of the others questioned why you remained on Earth, even after Father’s creations had burnt it in fire and gamma. They had all given up hope that good may remain and therefore given up on all of them.

You knew not all of them were at fault - a single secretary could do nothing in the face of her government’s greed and hubris. She could not be blamed, could not be declared evil for someone else’s crime. 

Still, grief was something you had become intricately familiar with. Looking at the ashen remains of all Father and humanity had created, you felt nothing but grief in its rawest, most volatile form. 

But you remained. You held onto that hope, because what else were you without it? 

Few of your siblings remained on Earth, equally dedicated to protecting and nudging humanity in the right direction. You remained in contact, despite millennia-long arguments on right and wrong. 

If you asked yourself back in the 20th century whether you’d find yourself allies and almost friends with Lucifer himself, you wouldn’t have believed it. 

But here you were. Constantly tasting the acidic flavour of radiation in the air, watching as humans tore each other apart again and again and tried to undo what they had done each time.

---

Purdue had grown into a careful little town in recent years. Before, they had called it West Lafayette, and before then it was Chauncey. But now it was Purdue, named after the title stamped into cracked signs and burnt textbooks. 

They still used the old street signs - someone had taken time to repaint the little forest green rectangles and white letters. 

Fondy was a bar built in the bottom floor of an apartment building, half of the letters had fallen off with age, the original name lost to time. Some of the apartments now were used as an inn, though not many travellers ended up in Purdue when Lucas Oil and Big State were only a day’s walk south. 

And here you were, sitting at the counter as Buddy Holly’s voice buzzed from the little restored radio on the counter. Lukas Striker had recently set up in Big State, and you had provided a generous donation of songs to the bright-eyed boy. What a King was doing starting a radio show in the remnants of Indiana was beyond you, but you were happy to indulge. 

You had always liked music, after all. 

You were nursing your first drink of the night - whisky, caravanned out of Kentucky. The bitter taste was familiar on your tongue. Nothing compared to the expensive drinks Lucifer would encourage you to indulge in back in the day, alongside corny movies and drunken exchanges of stories. 

He had been on a Western kick in 2076 and some of ‘77, particularly fond of one pretty little actor named Cooper Howard. His dark hair carefully slicked back reminded you of a gang you met back in the day, though it took quite a few more drinks to pull that story out of you. 

You reckoned, if they ever made a movie about them, put some facial hair and cigarettes on Howard and he was practically the spitting image. 

The ice clinked against the stained glass as you thought back to those late nights, drinking and laughing at the humans’ entertainment. 

Before the resources grew too few, and the humans’ greed too powerful. 

The ramshackle wood doors creaked open, announcing a new customer, but you didn’t look up from the spot you were studying on the counter. It had been built out of old signs and car parts, you could see a Toyota logo. 

He sat three stools from you and ordered in a low voice, heavy with a southern accent. Speaking of Westerns, you thought to yourself. 

You cast him a brief glance. He had rough skin, most of it covered with a ragged duster and clothes stained brown. His hat was angled to shield his eyes, despite being inside, and you could see the way his hazel eyes studied the room curiously. 

You recognised his kind - mortals cursed to immortality. Skin ragged and burnt. Some had their brains melt away with the cartilage and hair, but others held onto their sanity despite. 

His gaze met yours - intelligent, calculating, suspicious - and you held it for a moment, sizing each other up. 

There was something familiar about him that tugged at your tongue, but you couldn’t puzzle it out just yet. You would keep an eye on him, then - he had a dangerous look about him. 

The radio buzzed as the music rolled over to Billie Holiday. You didn’t look away, even as his drink was passed to him. 

Finally, he downed the thing in one gulp and slammed the glass on the counter, leaning forward. “Reckon I’ve seen you before.” He mused. 

“I thought the same.” You replied evenly, taking a careful sip from your drink. 

The two of you fell silent again. You wondered what he was thinking, why he wasn’t ignoring you as you had planned to do to him. 

He gestured for another drink, and the bartender hesitated for a moment. The man sighed and retrieved a few coppers, which seemed to appease the bartender for now. 

“What brings you to Purdue?” You decided to ask, growing uncomfortable with the tense silence in the nearly empty bar. 

He hummed, leaning back in his seat and draping one arm on the counter, tilting his head to look at you. 

It clicked, then, who you were looking at. Speak of the devil (haha), the hollowed out ghost of Cooper Howard sat in that torn duster, staring you down with curiosity and bitterness in those chesnut eyes. 

“Work.” He replied simply. “You?” 

You shrugged. “I travel.” 

He paused, tilting his head a little further, and you couldn’t help but compare him to a little labrador puppy studying something new for the first time. 

The conversation largely ended there, though both of you did ocassionally hum along to the music playing from the radio. He was much more quiet than you, but the tapping of his fingers and the soft rumble of his voice didn’t escape your attention. 

You gave him a friendly smile as you left, though he ignored it. 

And you wondered. 

[thatcreepydoll]

assigning lotf characters kinnies based off my kinnie list - maurice

denki kamanari - my hero academia

razzle dazzle’s mario backpack

snoopy the dog (not snoopdogg)

vinnie - ramshackle

drunk lafayette - hamilton

alberto scorfano - luca

[baileythebean]

LUCA SNEAK

He looks so annoyed lmao

This is him when Adam yells at him and all he hears is a squeaky lil hampter

@dmr-au @averagetmntfan @grandselfmythologizing

[small-world-au]

‼️HE WOULD ALSO NOT OPPOSE GOING BY ATLAS AT TIMES‼️

Ooooooh! That COOL!!!

[somecoolpigeon]

Meet my twst oc Luca (He/They pronouns), They’re supposed to be the prefect of Ramshackle Dorm ✨

[cherrythepuppet]

Wanted to try and draw Luca. No this isn't meant to be romantic or anything, Gram is just easily embarrassed/flustered

I like to think that Luca would annoy Gram and try to get him out of his shell. since there aren't full bodies of Luca, I just made something up but I'll edit it once a full design comes out

I found the pose on pintrest and thought it was funny

@baileythebean

Edit: I just realized how fruity I've been drawing Gram whenever he sits

[gaybananabread]

🍌 Fandom List🍌

Thus list is subject to change, but here's what I'll currently write for. You can ask about one that isn't here, but I can't write for it if i don't know thay fandom.

...

Key:

Crossed Out - not currently taking requests, will not write it

🌕 - interested, will write for it, just not one of my babies

☪︎ - one of my faves, will definitely write for it

𓆩💚𓆪 - absolute ADDICTION HYPERFIXATION will 1000% write for it and massively enjoy myself UVU

(⋆˖⁺‧₊AN - I will write reader inserts!₊‧⁺˖⋆)

TV Shows/Cartoons:

☪︎Lego Monkie Kid

☪︎Rise of the TMNT

☪︎TMNT 2012

☪︎Big Hero 6 The Series

The Owl House

𓆩💚𓆪~Ninjago: Masters of Spinjitzu~

☪︎Adventure Time

☪︎Fionna and Cake

🌕Gravity Falls

🌕Wild Kratts

𓆩💚𓆪~Our Flag Means Death~

☪︎Criminal Minds

🌕Steven Universe

🌕Invader Zim

(Mainly) Netflix Stuff:

🌕Lucifer

🌕SWAT

☪︎Carmen Sandiego

🌕The Sea Beast

☪︎HTTYD: Race to the Edge

☪︎Nimona

☪︎Klaus

🌕She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

☪︎Community

☪︎Total Drama

Movies:

☪︎Luca

☪︎Deadpool 1 and 2

☪︎Zombieland 1 and 2

☪︎Guardians of the Galaxy

☪︎The Bad Guys

☪︎How to Train Your Dragon

𓆩💚𓆪~Into/Across the Spiderverse~

☪︎Big Hero 6

🌕The Mask (1994)

YouTube Shows:

𓆩💚𓆪~Ramshackle~

☪︎Lackadaisy

☪︎Helluva Boss

𓆩💚𓆪~Hazbin Hotel~

The Amazing Digital Circus

🌕Camp Camp

Books/Comics:

☪︎Percy Jackson/Trials of Apollo/Magnus Chase/Kane Chronicles

🌕Heartstopper

🌕Harry Potter

Animes:

☪︎My Hero Academia (WON'T write: Mineta, All for One)

🌕Avatar: the Last Airbender

☪︎Delicious in Dungeon (Season 1)

Games:

🌕Obey Me!

🌕Welcome Home

🌕FNAF SB

Musicals:

☪︎Ride the Cyclone

☪︎Heathers

☪︎Nerdy Prudes Must Die

(Feel free to ask about any others!)

[harunayuuka2060]

Lucas: YOU DID WHAT?!!!

MC: You're making my ears bleed, Sir Lucas. *chuckles*

Lucas: *the sound of him facepalming*

Lucas: Listen here, Your Majesty. Yes, you're incognito. But please, for the love of Arendelle,

Lucas: DON'T JUST ACCEPT STRANGERS IN THE PLACE YOU'RE STAYING AT!

MC: *chuckles*

Lucas: *sigh* You're not listening to me. Of course, why would you? You're the reigning monarch.

MC: Please don't say that. Your insights have always been helpful.

Lucas: Hmph.

MC: Turning to another matter, I would be interested to learn more about my little brother—ah, my apologies, I mean the prince regent.

Lucas: He's been managing the state affairs seriously, Your Majesty.

MC: Ah, I see. That explains why he hasn't had a moment to return my call.

Lucas: No, that's not the reason at all. He misses you so much, yet he doesn't want to hear your voice because it will only make him miss you more.

Lucas: *sighs* I feel bad for His Royal Highness for having an older sibling who won't stay at home.

MC: *chuckles* My apologies.

Riddle: ...

Trey and Cater: ...

Riddle: I've received word from the headmage that half of our students wish to change dormitories.

Cater: Wow... That many?

Riddle: It seems they felt compelled to comply with the Queen of Hearts' rules. HOW INEPT OF THEM!

Trey: *is not really surprised*

Cater: So, what are you going to do now, Riddle-kun?

Riddle: ...

Riddle: I have no comment on this matter. If they wish to depart, they are free to do so. However, they should not expect me to welcome them back once they realize the missed opportunity.

Trey and Cater: ...

Riddle: *is on his way to class when he hears the students passing by*

Student A: We should ask the headmage to designate Ramshackle Dorm as an official residence, thereby appointing MC-senpai as a dorm leader.

Student B: Do you think he'll agree?

Student A: He doesn't really have a choice. Half of the Heartslabyul students have nowhere to go, and it would be difficult for us to adapt if we're to be accepted by other dorms.

Student B: Guess you're right.

Riddle: ...

Trey: The headmage denied the students' request to formalize Ramshackle Dorm as an official residence.

Riddle: Huh? Why? What's the reason?

Trey: He said that MC proposed an alternate solution.

Trey: Which is to send the students back to Heartslabyul.

Riddle: HUH?!!

Trey: They believed it was merely a misunderstanding and that things could still be resolved. They even mentioned their willingness to engage in a conversation with you to uncover the cause.

Riddle: ARE THEY IMPLYING THAT I'M THE PROBLEM?!

Trey: I don't think that's that...

Trey: They've already talked to our students and they just want to hear your side.

Riddle: ...

Riddle: Very well. I will send them a formal invitation to Heartslabyul.

Trey: ...

Trey: Just a fair warning. Riddle can be hot-headed sometimes.

Trey: Are you sure you really want to talk to him?

MC: Yes. He seems to be a diligent and competitive leader.

MC: I will enjoy talking to him. *smiles*

Trey: ...

Trey: *sigh* Well, I warned you.

[notebooknonbinary]

Happy Holidays @willow-lark ! I'm your byler secret santa! I hope you enjoy the fic! D&D is usually outside of my comfort-zone but I had a lot of fun writing this!

- Also posting to AO3!

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“Don’t move, you self-sacrificial moron,” a familiar voice snaps.

Paladin Mike blinks his way back into consciousness, aware of nothing other than that voice, and the searing pain in his abdomen. He lets out a hiss and goes to touch it, but a hand smacks him away.

“Do not undo my hard work, Michael, I swear to Apollo and all of the gods.”

“Why’re you bein’ mean to me, Wise?” he mumbles. His lips feel numb and it’s a struggle to open his eyes to glare balefully at his friend (more-than-friend? He’s still unsure, what with all the unsaid tension they’ve been having lately). Will glares back twice as harshly. His face is blotchy from crying. 

“Because you’re an idiot who used Divine Allegiance to take a hit that I would have survived.”

It takes Mike a long moment to remember what Will’s talking about.

They’d been fighting…a Bearded Devil and Mike had suddenly turned to see Will on his knees, struggling to move, to reach his staff. Terror and desperation had Mike’s body moving without thinking. He’d cast Devine Allegiance, calling out for Apollo.

Apollo had sent the assistance, of course. He thinks the god might care about Will almost as much as Mike does. More than he cares about Mike, anyway.

(The feeling is mutual.)

“I won’t apologize for doing it,” Mike murmurs. “But I am sorry to make you worry.”

Will huffs and doesn’t say anything. Instead, he silently continues tending to the mess that is Mike’s torso. It makes Mike slightly queasy to see, so he looks away. 

Instead, his eyes drift over the makeshift camp. It’d been clearly set up in a hurry, just after the fight, likely aided by Lady El’s magic to streamline the process. But the Party is staying clear of the ramshackle first aid area that Will has commandeered. They know full well, at this point, to leave him be if he’s healing someone. (Dustin still has the bite marks.) The Cleric doesn’t appreciate unnecessary interruptions.

Lucas, sitting by the campfire, seems to feel Mike’s eyes on him. He looks up, giving Mike a relieved smile. His eyes flick up to Will and then back to Mike, and he shrugs—as though to say, you’ve made this bed, now you have to lay in it. Then he gets up to join Dustin at the river. 

Mike sighs and turns his eyes back to watch Will work. 

He carefully keeps an eye on the man, rather than what he’s working on. The sweet brush of Will’s magic belays the way he’s been glaring. Mike’s always loved the way Will’s healing magic feels—like a warm hug, or a cup of hot tea from Will’s mother. Even before they swore allegiance to Apollo and the Light, Will has always been warm.

The year he was gone was the coldest time of Mike’s life—even the always warm presence of Apollo seemed farther away and cooler. Life felt perpetually overcast until Will was saved. Until he had his Cleric held in his arms—safe and alive.

There’s a tension in the air as Will works. Mike wants to reach up and smooth the furrow away from his brow, but he doesn’t dare. It’s rare that Will gets this way, but he’s…protective. And sometimes that need to protect translates into anger.

Finally, Will speaks, quiet but still upset. “What I don’t understand is why? You’ve never treated me as though I cannot take care of myself. You had to have known I could take the hit.”

Oh.

Mike hadn’t been sure, is the thing. All he’d known, heart beating a tattoo into his throat, was that Will was on the ground—with that damn Bearded Devil above him, about to strike down. And he’d thought, not again, please not again. Mike had cast the spell before he finished his next breath. He’d called out to Lucas just before it’d taken effect, asking him to take charge. He’d taken one last glimpse into Will’s horrified eyes.

Then blinding, horrific pain, and the blank, blissful nothingness of being unconscious.

He tries his best to explain this, before reaching up to grasp Will’s hand. The warm weight and shape of his fingers is as familiar as Mike’s own. “The night…the night Vecna spirited you away…I wasn’t watching out for you.” He stares up into Will’s forest floor eyes. “T’was my fault I—we lost you. Can’t lose you again, Wise.”

“I—” The words stop Will’s argumentative voice in its tracks. His eyes finally soften, the furrow in his brow leaves, and he squeezes Mike’s hand. “I’ve told you before, that wasn’t your fault. And you’re not going to lose me, Mike. We’ll defeat Vecna and make Hawks a safer place to live.”

“Maybe we could finally retire,” Mike hums, closing his eyes to imagine it. Returning to their village, heroes. No longer having to fight every day. Not waking up footsore and weary from whatever battle they’d had the previous night. Helping Will in whatever clinic he’s bound to set up. And maybe…returning home to the same house, the same table, the same bed as his Cleric. Will being the last thing he sees when he closes his eyes for the night, and the first sight in the morning. Oh, what a dream that would be. “We could go back home and help your mother with her farm.”

“You’re crazy,” Will whispers, with an oddly choked laugh. “You’d get bored within a fortnight.”

“Mm, well, crazy together, right? Bored with you, doesn’t sound so bad.”

“Yes, Mike. Crazy together.” There’s a warm splash on Mike’s cheek. When he reopens his eyes, Will’s have welled up with tears, but he’s smiling.  “But to get to that day, you have to be alive. Which means you need to stop making needless sacrifices. I can’t bear to lose you either, Mike.”

“Alright, Wise. I’ll do my best,” Mike mumbles sincerely. He’s gratified at the sweet smile he’s gifted.

And then he feels himself blush, as Will leans down and brushes the faintest kiss to the apple of Mike’s cheek. “Get some rest, hero,” he murmurs, stroking his fingers through Mike’s hair. Will goes back to humming his healing incantation, as Mike drifts back to sleep.

[b3njiartz]

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