#they’re in college btw

[fruitbythefoot7]

they’re being domestic

[thethoriumreactor]

so like….. chaggie college au anyone

I’m thinking designs based on their demon forms instead of like human before dying give me ur thoughts yeah

Charlie fell first vaggie fell harder it’s canon

[sidsinning]

Vampgami vs. feelings

[akicult]

contains ; domesticity. bf!suguru. suggestive themes. modern / college au. geto wants you to be his housewife basically. just a short drabble. mostly fluff.

just thinking about college bf!suguru that didn’t realize he was a domestic person until he met you.

he’s still young, only in his third year at university and he’s still deciding on what his near future will look like. he’s had his fair share of girlfriends, and little hookups, and to be quite frank—he didn’t think he was done either.

how was he supposed to know the first night he met you, bent over his backseat, was about to be the start of the most serious relationship he’d ever have.

that night started the first of many, slowly realizing he was only asking to hookup just because he wanted to see you. how he’d send a pickup text, with a frown on his cheeks because he thought you were only in it for that reason.

and when he finally swallowed his stubbornness, he was met with the most amazing two years of his life, stuck with you by his side.

college bf!suguru who, until he met you, hardly even dreamt about a future where the love of his life would carry his child in her arms, kissing his cheek and brewing a cup of coffee for the two of them to share in the morning.

he didn’t even care to imagine what that future would be like, what the woman would look like. it didn’t feel achievable, or even desirable until he fell in love with you.

and it was a random realization, but looking back on it—it was building. slowly.

weeks and weeks spent of you just pampering him, praising him, for even the most average things. like, getting an amazing score on an exam, and all you had to do was say, “aw! good job, baby!” before he was putty in your fingertips.

his room is all messy, deep dark circles under his eyes. it was procrastination’s fault—his fingers hurt from typing on his computer all day thanks to waiting until hours before a huge essay was due.

you offered to leave his apartment, to give him the concentration he needs to get it finished, but he was ushering a “no, no stay,” because he honestly didn’t want you to leave. so you stayed, situating yourself in the other room, occasionally popping in to check up on him—and eventually lay on his bed after he insists you to.

it’s only when he finally finishes—8 hours later and it’s already nighttime. his shoulders are slouched, his back is stiff and he’s walking out of his room with his closed computer weighing by his side.

and you’re still there.

not only are you still there, but you’re washing his dishes.

hair clipped back, sweatshirt engulfing your body and sweats tightly tied around your waist. you’re humming along to some music that plays over a speaker—quiet but loud enough to know what song is playing.

you look so utterly homey.

so…domestic.

like you’ve settled into your personal home after a long day at work, just blissfully scrubbing away on glossy white dishes that were previously eaten on. your clothes acknowledge that you’re comfortable, uncaring of what he sees you in.

although it’s not just the fact that you’re dressed like that—it’s the fact that you’re cleaning his things.

cleaning a mess you didn’t even make, just out of the kindness in your heart that’s making geto’s throat close and his palms sweaty. he’s in absolute awe that he doesn’t realize you’ve noticed his presence until you’re turning to face him.

“oh! did you finish?” you ask, turning the water off and rushing towards him.

he’s blinking, nodding slowly. “yeah—just submitted it.”

“yay! ‘m so proud of you!” you grin, lacing your fingers behind the back of his neck and pulling him in for a chaste kiss like you always do—but it feels so much different this time.

like you’re congratulating him on a big promotion, tugging on his work tie and kissing him until he’s forgetting his own name.

he feels like his ring finger is so cold, and there’s a missing heavy weight that’s never even been there in the first place.

like he’s an idiot for not tying you down on the spot—wrapping vows and vows around the two of you until you’re barely mobile.

and he wants to be your doting husband for the rest of his life. he wants to walk through his front door every evening with an awaiting kiss to his cheek, and a home-cooked meal fresh in his senses.

he wants to go to sleep with you in his arms every night, mumbling sweet ‘i love you’’s after flickering off the bedside lamp.

and maybe, just maybe one day, he wants to hear the gentle pitter patter of two little feet charging down the hallway.

this is accidentally freud coded (emphasis on accidentally)

[arctvros]

vashwood college au has me in a chokehold rn

[incorrectly-quoting-mxtx]

Ridiculous shit I’ve heard college students say:

Is anyone else craving shaving cream?

Freddy Fazbear is a whore

The only thing that turns me on is rocket science

Im only one dumb enough to take my own advice.

Give me my drink you machine of Satan

“Think she’ll get mad if I eat barbecue wings in the classroom?” “Possibly.”

Coding is the purest form of masochism.

The scientific method was made to verify stupid decisions.

Being okay is relative.

It’s not murder if it’s consensual!

Florida does not have rednecks. Florida has Florida men.

The only people who can be trusted less than engineering students are tuba players

Bold of you to assume that I know what I’m doing with my life.

Do you know how many calories are in Uranium?

*to their friend* You’re asking a lot of questions for someone who’s a figment of my imagination.

They’re high heels not a war crime

Why do the laws of physics have to get in the way of fun

*not at all sincerely* I’m sorry that I’m smarter than you

*To a professor* It’s okay, you can say it went to hell, we all agree with you.

“What goes on inside your head?” “Not much, actually.”

It’s always really hard to tell the difference between a philosophy major and the local weed dealer.

*in immense pain* who invented triangles?!

Why do you need to be an engineer when you could be a dumbass with a knife?

You have kneecaps and I don’t have money, one of these things is going to change.

Please steal my identity, I don’t want it.

Bold words coming from someone within stabbing range

Jared, 19, is a fake illiterate, I’m a real illiterate

Hey Siri, what’s my stripper name?

How much iron supplement is required to kill a child?

She’s not my waifu, she’s just another girl!

*Very loud, very intense argument about the proper amount of mayonnaise that goes on a sandwich*

That’s how I get shot, HeHe straight to hell.

Fuck Google! We optimize our own routes!

[gaytedlasso]

ultimate passenger princess Ted Lasso

then and now ~for

[andromeddog]

i just discovered your art and just- wow. where did you learn to draw??

hi wow thanks for the ask!! this is such an interesting question let me see if i can do it justice uuhhhHHHH ive been drawing basically for most of my life but i only rly started taking it seriously/wanting to rly study and improve when i was in junior year of hs i think. then i went to art school (shout out vcuarts) and got my bachelors in communication arts (basically illustration)

since i left school its been a whole thing to keep myself learning. i do figure drawing stuff here and there, i study other artists i admire, i try to keep it fun for myself and also! the past few years i’ve been rly pivoting my professional career to a graphic design + illustration sort of thing and it’s been going well, getting more into design has rly helped with color and hierarchy and composition

THO i have to say while i learned a lot of technical stuff in school i didnt rly feel my work improving until post college… the stuff i made in school was so heinously bad im a little shocked lol (this is where id post some college stuff if my laptop didnt die and lose almost all of my digital work from 2013-2017ish) after college i just…. kept drawing! except it was mostly for my enjoyment which is where i rly began to get better. something about getting to do what i wanted to do instead of what i thought people wanted me to do was really an incentive to keep going

ALSO SHOUT OUT TO 2019 ACADEMY AWARD WINNING FILM 1917 for setting me down a path of insane obsession that years later has me averaging 3-6 hours a day working on uniform and various war related drawings. being disgustingly and obscenely obsessed with something is really how you learn and improve

[idkthisismyusernameiguess]

Something something OCs that live in Republican Era China and try to kill each other

[virgoscringe]

happy late birthday stan !

[sweetshire]

So, @silv-paru sent Sherlock Holmes for the character opinion bingo. thanks a bunch for this (and for your patience. my god, i’m answering this a week late. typical me behaviour). you’re a darling :D

Did you know, i used to tell these stories to my friends? they delighted in them AND i got a chance to sort of ramble on and on abt him and watson. it was a win-win, really. ah, those were the days! now i haven’t reblogged much of him this month at all. i miss him. I MISS HIM.

Onto the bingo: well. he’s The quintessence of gender™ to me. and i relate to him so so much. fav character of all time fr. i want to carry him in my pocket at all times & study him. like. do i want to BE him OR am i IN LOVE with him, ykwim? pssh who knows? certainly not me. uh-huh ‘a beast unleashed’ -does this refer to me or him? you choose. oh re: canon, i’m ignoring the part where holmes dies (or y’know, is dead for 3 years). that’s too angsty.

[transsexualbloodlust]

the view from my new apartment btw

[sybleavingsoon]

the bispearl disease has taken over

[orangcs]

tipsy 🌀

[himynameis4]

Adult Byler Teacher Headcanons

They both teach at the same school, maybe even same district.

Will teaches art, namely Drawing & Painting I & II, as well as AP Art & Honors Drawing for Production & Design. (He also was dragged into making props for the school musical, and started/runs the school’s GSA. Mans is SWAMPED)

Mike teaches AP Language & Comp, Creative Writing, Honors English 9, and English 11. He also runs the school’s Literary Magazine, Newspaper, and Yearbook clubs. (Mans is similarly swamped)

(They’re both considering starting up an AV club & a D&D club, but where they’ll find the money or the time, they got no clue)

Will was the reason Mike first explored teaching. Mike had taken his dad’s advice & become a business major, because it can be applied to lots of jobs & is a good way to get a job quick, but… yeah, he fucking hated it.

He ended up taking one of the education courses Will was taking, trying to fulfill some credits & figuring having a class with Will would make it bearable… and then he fell headfirst into teaching

They were hired at the same time. They student taught together, too. A wave of retirees meant most of their colleagues were new blood, like them, and… well, there was A Lot of relationship drama among the staff. It was like a freakin’ soap opera. (Did my high school have a lot of interpersonal staff relationship drama? Yes, why do you ask?)

Will & Mike came out when they got married, because Will wanted to change his last name. By this point, Will was already running the school’s GSA. They hadn’t been very public about their relationship, having been there for The Sanders Affair Of 2006 (and the subsequent divorces, marriages, and affairs that came from said affair) & making the mutual decision to keep their personal lives private… but as their district became less conservative, they hadn’t exactly hidden it, either.

Their friends on the staff all know, & some are close enough friends to get invites

Will had gone by “Mr. William” for the vast majority of his career, so it wasn’t a huge shift for his students or anything.

Mike’s nickname is just “Wheeler,” a similar sign of affection—at least, to his face.

(His students call him “Hot Wheels” behind his back)

(Will is well aware of this, & endlessly amused)

Will’s hair has gone entirely grey. (Lonnie’s genetics, rip). Post-covid, he uses blue light glasses… unlike mike, who needs glasses full-time. (Will teases him about this quite frequently)

Mike finishes growing his hair out, but ditched the bangs. He’s one of those teachers who always has his hair in a severe ponytail (he likes manbuns, too, but you wont often see him with one bc We’re At Work, Will, I Must Be Professional)

They Do Not Talk About The Mullet Era

Or The Bowl Cut For The Entirety Of The Childhoods

They have matching rings, customized replicas of the One Ring bc they’re both geeks. They’re engraved to say “crazy together” in elvish. Technically these were their engagement rings… and also the rings they used when they got a domestic partnership, and also the rings they used in their wedding ceremony. For a long time, they wore them like necklaces tucked under their shirts (bc the Mike in the Math department & Sydney from Social Studies are MASSIVE gossips, and also bc LoTR is iconic & these two are cheesey af),

They started wearing them openly when Will changed his last name, though.

Will & Mike are the teachers who let students eat lunch in their classrooms. The ones who invite them in during free periods. The ones who hear about the shitty chem teacher, the asshole ex, the awful divorce, the toxic friend group, the impending move. They’re the ones who collect & display dozens of senior photos, whose hands cramp from writing yearbook messages, and the ones whose students will remember years later. They’re the ones who keep in touch—they get wedding invites and scattered letters and life updates.

Because they’re the ones who remember what it’s like to be 14, 15, and feeling like the world was about to end. They remember the bullies. They remember the isolation. They remember how awful it feels to grow apart from the people you used to hold dear, and how much they hated high school.

It’s why they love being teachers, exhausting as it is. They’re the adults they didn’t get in high school, despite their parents’ best efforts—they get to be the support they desperately needed. They get to watch their kids grow, and its so, so satisfying to know they’re giving the kids better than what they had.

But most importantly? They’re happy.

[thetreewhispererr]

Finally made digital refs for these guys

And I learnt how to draw ducks (I think?)