#but rather his feelings towards.... spongebob?

[tragicclownwrites]

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[heavenlyfay3]

Workplace grievance

By Sawyer-summary: you haven’t been doing your best at work and get a “scolding” by your bosses bosses boss the ceo Mr. O’Hara

miguel x reader

warnings:smut, p in v, dubcon, spanking, power dynamic!!

You’ve been messing up at work and by “messing up” you mean fucking up your reputation and acting as if you don’t want a job at all. you’ve been making careless mistakes, arriving late, slacking off, yesterday you even yelled at a highly valued client. it’s not like you were trying to get fired you just haven’t been in the mood to deal with anyone and that’s basically what your job is dealing with people. Today you got called to your manager’s office immediately after you sat down at your desk knowing exactly what you were in for.

“I can’t let stuff like this slide y/n we almost lost a client!” your manager yelled at you

“I know I know and I’m sorry I promise it won’t happen again,” you said pleading to keep your job

“yea well sadly for you it’s out of my hands,” he says sitting down with a tired look on his face

“What do you mean out of your hands?” you ask confused

“you have to go speak with Mr O’Hara y/n” your manager said with a sympathetic look on his face

you’d never met the CEO of the company you figured he was like a unicorn or something that only allowed you to see it when it wanted. you’d only heard rumors about him no one was dumb enough to fuck up to the point where they had to go talk to him

you were in the elevator that opened directly to his secretary’s desk and then to his office you were nervous your whole body was shaking thinking about all the things that could go wrong about how you were definitely getting fired and never getting a job again becoming homeless begging on the streets like Squidward in that episode of SpongeBob.

the elevator doors opened and you immediately felt like you were gonna throw up your breakfast you looked to his secretary for some kind of hope or reassurance and all she said was “Through the brown doors honey” With a dead grin on her face you stepped out of the elevator and walked towards the doors saying thanks to his secretary you stood in front of his doors for about a minute before finally working up the courage to knock

“Come in” you heard his voice and it sent shivers through your body you took a deep breath opened the door and walked “Mr.O’Hara?” you said in the smallest voice afraid to make too much noise

he didn’t say a word just pointed to the chair in front of his desk telling you to take a sit and you did that immediately “You understand why you’re here right?” he said in a stern voice

“yes, yes sir but I-“ he stops your words “you know yelling at that client was over the line don’t you?”

“yes, Mr. O’Hara I do I’ve just been under a lot of stress, and im so so sorry please forgive me!”

“I can do that. but punishment is due, y/n” he says looking a Your breasts through the three buttons you lefts open on your blouse“Yes I understand I'll go clear out my desk,” you say slowly getting up from your chair tears filling your eyes

“Why are you doing that?” he asked. You turned back at him confused “Come here next to me” you do as he says standing next to the chair that he sits at behind his desk anticipating his next move

He immediately pulls you over his lap by your arm you’re not even able to protest or get a word out because as soon as your torso hits his thighs he’s lifting your skirt above your ass

A look of shock crosses your face as you feel yourself being pulled across his lap and him lifting your skirt. he moves your panties between your cheeks and places his palm flat on one cheek

“or would you rather lose your job?” he asks in a time that makes you melt “No sir i-i want to keep my job,” you say not exactly prepared for whats about to happen but exited nonetheless “I thought so”

You gulp, your body shaking as you feel his hand on your bare ass cheek. you can hardly believe what's happening, but your mind is a mess and if you resisted you would lose your job and it’s not like you wanted to resist anyway.

while in your thoughts he slapped your ass hard. Your body jolts on his lap the feeling sending a heat radiating through your body to your surprise a loud gasp more like a moan left your mouth.

“This is what happens when you don’t do you job” he says slapping your ass again on the same cheek “you think girls that do their jobs correctly get punished like this?” he says slapping it again “n-no sir” the slaps hit harder and harder each time sending heat to your core making you soaking wet you let out moans you never even knew you could make.

He gives your ass another slap before looking down at your wet cunt “Are you wet right now, love?” embarrassed by the mess you made of yourself you stay silent hoping he’ll just ignore it.

He slaps your ass again and you let out a soft moan again his fingers start touching your wet pussy and he pushes your soaked panties to the side revealing the puffy lips of your pussy begging to be fucked. You let out a surprised gasp When he does this your breath shallows and your heart starts raising

he pushes his middle finger in your hole and uses his other hand to slap your ass again “Don’t pretend you don’t like it, baby” he says with a sly grin on his face looking down at you. Your body tenses at this new feeling of his finger inside you

He adds another finger and starts pumping them in and out of you at a slow pace teasing and antagonizing you and making you squirm in frustration “You’re being such a good girl for me now Why couldn’t you do that before huh?” his words alone do something to you making you feel butterflies in your stomach. You cover your mouth to try and suppress the filthy moans coming from your mouth

He takes both fingers out and starts slapping your pussy lightly your moans only start to get louder as your entire body starts shaking as you feel a wave of pleasure building up inside you. Your eyes are glistening with excitement and pleasure. your breathing coming in gasps as you try to fight back the urge to beg for more “oh god…please”

“Stand up and bend over my desk baby” he says taking both hands away from your body as soon as he tells you what to do you stand up and bend over his desk. He stands up behind you and presses his bulge into you so you can feel how hard his huge cock is “ See what you do to me?”

A small moan leaves your mouth as you feel him pressing into your swollen lips. You feel a cool breeze and hear him unbuckle the belt of his pants and just as you hear that his hard cock is pressing into your hole. “Fuuuck your tight” you can barely think, your entire world reduced to the sensation of his thick member invading your tight pussy. You can feel every inch of him as it slides in and out of you, your body shuddering uncontrollably as the wave of pleasure grows stronger.

He sucks air through his teeth and sighs right after from how good you feel “God i might give you a promotion for this pussy!”

you try to hold back your slutty moans, but it’s difficult to contain your excitement as you feel his hard cock sliding back and forth inside you. You gasp loudly as another wave of intense pleasure rolls through you, your whole body shaking as you feel yourself getting close to climaxing.

He starts fucking you hard into his desk pushing you against it “yea that’s right baby cum on my cock” he says groaning with each thrust

At this point, you can't suppress the slutty moans coming from your mouth as your body starts to tremble your hands clutching at the edge of his desk as you begin to lose control. The feeling of being filled by his cock pushes you over the edge as you scream out loud “Fuck, Mr.O’Hara!” your juices gushing out around his cock as you cum

“Fuck baby good job!” he doesn’t let up after you cum fucking you even harder you try to catch your breath as you feel him fucking you even harder, his cock slamming into your sensitive flesh over and over again. You can barely hold onto the edge of his desk as you try to keep up with his pace, your legs shaking uncontrollably as the pleasure grows stronger.

He cums inside you as he grips your hips digging his thumbs into your back and his thrusts become slow and deep hitting all the right spots “Oh my god that’s so good!”

your eyes roll back in your head as you moan loudly, your pussy tightening down on his shaft as you orgasm once more. your body shaking wildly as you cum again, your juices spill all over his desk and you struggle to stay conscious.

“Shit baby!” he says slapping your ass one last time you pants heavily, your body limp as you try to catch your breath. you feel a slight pain in your ass as he slaps you one last time, but you can’t help but smile as you think about how good that just felt. you turn and lie on your back to look up at him, your eyes filled with lust as you reach down to touch your sore cum-filled pussy

“Who said you could touch your pussy?” He says grabbing your face and pulling you up so you can lean back on your hands “Sorry sir” you say looking up at him with lust filled eyes telling him you want more

“Tell me what you want y/n,”

a/n:Ending it here cuz i don’t want it to be too long and i might do a part 2 if it doesn’t flop

[star-dust-shark]

Chapter one: Sugar Glider

Percy’s pov

Being liked is great.

Not being liked is not so great.

It’s pretty black and white, really.

Well, depending on the person. Maybe there are people who don’t like being liked. Maybe they see it as a bad thing.

And maybe there are people who aren’t liked and are satisfied with it.

Percy Jackson wasn’t that kind of person.

He wanted people to like him.

In an ideal world, everyone liked him. He knew that wasn’t possible, but hey.

He could try.

And when he learnt that Annabeth Chase didn’t like him anymore, it basically felt like his world was caving in on him.

Dramatic, he knew, but he couldn’t believe it. One second, his life and relationships felt perfect, the next, he was single, lying on his floor eating ice cream.

Alone.

That word scared him. Being alone was like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich without the jelly. Like a… yin without its yang.

He couldn’t be alone. He just couldn’t.

He was Percy Jackson for god sakes. He’d saved the world, what, like ten thousand times? He’d been to tartarus and back, swam in the river styx, and dealt with puberty.

And yet…

There he was, staring up at the ceiling of cabin three, the Poseidon cabin, blinking sleep from his eyes while the morning sun shone through the cracks of his blinds.

Alone.

I mean, really, he understood. Sometimes, you meet someone different. Sometimes that someone is a girl, and hey! Turns out you’re lesbian.

Percy didn’t understand being lesbian, obviously, but he understood that sometimes it just doesn’t work.

He didn’t blame Piper, or Annabeth.

He blamed himself.

If only he’d just been… better.

Stronger.

More… boyfriend-y.

He sighed, blowing hair out of his eyes only to have them fall back down and tickle his forehead instead.

But hey! Why be a pity party? Maybe being single wouldn’t be so bad. Nico had done it for years and he was fine, right?

Mostly, at least.

It was just that everyone had someone.

Leo had Jason.

Piper had Annabeth.

Reyna had Thalia.

Frank had Hazel.

So was he weird? Would he feel like an outcast, hanging out with happy couples? This fall they’d all be sharing hot chocolates and Percy would be staring at his feet wishing the ground would swallow him whole.

“Stop, Percy”, He chided himself. “You’re being over dramatic. You’re fine. Now get your lazy ass out of bed”.

Nope. Not happening.

No matter how many times he tried to push himself up or roll over, his body disobeyed.

Knock knock knoc-

“Urghf” Percy managed slurring at the door, muffled by his octonauts comforter.

The door swung open with a bang, revealing a beaming Jason Grace.

“Goooood morning bro! How’d you sleep, man”? He asked, strolling in and ruffling Percy’s raven black hair.

Percy let out an indignant “murmph” in response.

Jason rolled his eyes and glared down at him.

“You told me you’d start trying to get out of bed in the mornings, and there has been zero improvement”.

“Get off my case. You’re not my mom” Percy said pushing the blankets off of himself and sitting up.

Jason scowled, then smirked.

“Nice shorts” he nodded towards his torso.

“Hey, man, I don’t care what you think. Spongebob is a classic” Percy said, though he felt his face get rather warm.

“Whatever. Anyway, we’re all having breakfast together by the water. Chiron said it was okay”.

“Everyone”? Percy asked.

Jason shrugged. “Yeah, you, me, Leo, Nico, Piper, Annabeth”-

“Nope. Not happening” Percy grumbled, shuffling towards his closet stiffly.

Jason sighed, and Percy didn’t have to see his face to know he was obviously already pissed with Percy.

Though it had been… Percy glanced at the clock.

Only three minutes since Jason had came to wake him up. This was probably almost a record.

“Look, Percy, I know it’s awkward with Annabeth, but if you don’t come, she’s going to blame herself and think you’re like… ghosting her, man. And that’s not cool”.

Percy turned to face Jason to give him a falsely sweet smile.

“Oh gee, thanks, Jason! What great insight, I totally didn’t think of that at all. You’ve made me change my mind! Of course I’ll come, and it’ll all be fine and dandy” he said sarcastically, batting his eyelashes just to piss him off more.

Jason scruched his nose and narrowed his eyes but didn’t say anything.

There was an awkward silence as Percy searched through his drawers to pull out his camp half blood shirt and a pair of blue ripped jeans.

“Look. I’m sorry, okay? I just don’t think I can do it”, Percy said turning to face Jason.

Maybe if he played up a kicked puppy act Jason would let him go.

Jason laughed. A good, long, hard laugh.

“Oh, I see! You thought I was giving you an option. That’s funny. You’re coming to breakfast, Jackson. Get dressed, and if you’re not ready in ten minutes I will barge in here and pull you by the ear even if you’re naked”.

“Gay” Percy mumbled.

“What was that”? Jason asked, turning back to look at him as he opened the door to leave.

“Nothin, just said okay”.

“Hm” Jason replied mutely as he shut the door.

Well great.

Truth was, it wasn’t completely Annabeth. Percy had been… confused.

Confused as in… questioning? Curious? He didn’t know how to explain it.

Like when you’re a kid and you first learn about a cool unknown kind of animal, like a sugar glider or something.

You kinda start thinking about it a lot, and getting curious about it.

Except Percy’s sugar glider wasn’t sugar gliders.

Percy’s sugar glider was Nico di Angelo.

Nico and him had gotten closer ever since Nico had came out and even closer yet after Annabeth and him had broken up.

He kind of thought of Nico as a sympathetic friend, because obviously Nico didn’t really give a shit, he just felt bad that Percy was lonely.

But Percy gave a shit.

He did, honest to the gods. And he never ever thought he’d say that.

That he cared about the weird emo kid with trust issues.

But he did.

Nico was his sugar glider. He couldn’t help but care.

@cordyline-uki if u still wanted to read, this is the first chapter but just so yk it’s fanfiction of a fandom ur not in lol

[armorabs]

The Mindy Issue: or, the age discrepancy of patrick and mindy

princess mindy is a character who was created specifically for the (first) spongebob squarepants movie, released in 2004. serving a supporting role in the movie, she's primarily present to assist spongebob and patrick in their quest to retrieve neptune's crown and prove mr. krabs' innocence in the theft to save his life. if you've watched the movie, you already know all this.

mindy as a character was designed by sherm cohen, one of the storyboarders for the series. according to a comment from sherm cohen, she is probably 13 to 14. there has otherwise been no contradicting statements or suggestion that she's any older than that. and with that in mind, she DOES look like a young girl.

she was created to be a pseudo-love interest to patrick star - and we say pseudo on account of the fact she never actually reciprocates patrick's feelings or shows any interest in him beyond the empathy and kindness she feels for all sea life throughout the film - so one would assume she's about the same age as patrick, yes?

well, she could have been... if not for the fact patrick is an adult in the original series. in fact, he's somewhere between ages 26 to 31.

"how can you say that that when a boarder says otherwise?"

it is definitely true that a few boarders saw spongebob and patrick as children and wrote them accordingly - sherm cohen as well as dan povenmire specifically are two who come to mind in this discussion - but boarders do not actually have the final say on what is or isn't true or canon about a character. what does have the final say would be the source material itself and the creator or show runner, respectively.

we know stephen hillenberg - creator of spongebob squarepants as a series, franchise, and character - was prepared to walk out on nickelodeon and the production completely early into development when ordered to make spongebob a child attending school. as the incident is described, the idea completely went against hillenberg's vision for the series and the character. this is why mrs. puff was created - spongebob attending boating school was a proxy to satisfy the network wanting spongebob to attend school, while keeping him as an adult. a proxy wouldn't be necessary if he was a kid, as a regular school would also be established for pearl to attend. so hillenberg always saw spongebob as an adult, and patrick being the same age as spongebob, would therefore also be an adult.

"characters repeatedly refer to spongebob and patrick as kids in the movie, so how can they not be kids?"

while the plot of the first movie does revolve around the fact that spongebob is continuously being referred to as "just a kid," the point is proving that he isn't a kid, just goofy. that he is no less responsible or capable despite being silly - or even childish and immature. it's a plotline that isn't so much coming of age as much as it's proving of age. nothing about him changes, he didn't grow up. he just proved how capable he already was to everyone else who knew him.

of course, that plot point isn't proof in of itself that either of them are adults, and the movie itself relies on the series for context. so what does the series itself have to say about the subject? well, the show itself points towards them being adults, too. in season 1 alone:

a grown, married man talks to his wife about having gone to kindgergarten with spongebob when they were kids in one episode.

both spongebob and patrick talk about high school and prom as some far-off thing that happened to them years ago. this would make them at least 18.

patrick talks about having been to college and meeting new people, with people who would know whether or not he'd ever been to college. this would also make him at least 18.

2000 years after spongebob had been working for the krusty krab for two years is 4017, meaning the series actually takes place around 2017 rather than 1996. if spongebob was born in 1986, this would have made him and patrick 31.

there's of course more evidence outside of the first season: adult women with children talk about how they wish spongebob had fathered their children while obviously attracted to him, which obviously would be inappropriate if spongebob were a child himself. meanwhile patrick has a a driving license, a fishing license, and a license to perform weddings - all requiring you to be at least 16 to 18 in most states. but of course, neither of these are necessarily proof quite like the previous points. it suggests the probability when combined with other facts, but is not proof itself.

but even outside of that - it's clear that both spongebob and patrick are continuously treated differently from pearl. pearl is the only character to have a specific age repeatedly mentioned in the source material, and she is explicitly 16 years old. the two consistently have expectations and responsibilities that are just not expected of children and teenagers in the series, so while the fact they're both home-owners isn't sufficient proof of being adults, their place in the world is.

in fact, as of kamp koral and the patrick star show, both spongebob and patrick are specifically 16 years older than pearl. while one may doubt the legitimacy of spinoffs as proof of their ages - it's important to note that while it isn't clear how much involvement hillenberg had in the development of either spinoff before his death - vincent waller mentions he never got to see the completion of either but little else - he did, apparently, pitch some of the concepts used in kamp koral.

the setting of kamp koral itself debuted in the third spongebob movie, sponge on the run, which was one of the last things we know hillenberg to have been involved with before his passing. the setting of kamp koral - previously known as camp coral, with a c - likely originated from the earliest concept for the story, which involved a parody of it's a wonderful life and iirc was conceptualized by hillenberg himself. so, since those aspects were conceptualized by hillenberg himself, that means the age differences between the characters would either be approved of by him, or solidified by him.

with spongebob being canonically ten in kamp koral, that would mean that as far as hillenberg's vision for the characters ages by the time of his passing went, in the main series spongebob, patrick, and sandy are all around 26, squidward and larry are around 30, while mrs. puff, mr. krabs, and plankton are around 46 in contrast to pearl's 16.

either way, this means that patrick is twelve years older than mindy if he's 26, and seventeen years older if he's 31. so, yeah, yikes!

of course, these weird implications would simply just go away if current show runner vincent waller simply decided to ... say.... have mindy reappear in one of the three shows and explicitly be referred to as being close in age to patrick, maybeeee....? squidward is literally 14 years old in kamp koral so it isn't like a 14 year old mermaid would be out of place in kamp koral... just saaaayingggg...

[anxiously-sidequesting]

sometimes i think about the implications of Spider's emotional state of not having his heart (and idk if this was left unclear on purpose or if i didnt get the memo or this wasn't written very well) but from how i remember it... that boy was already FEELIN. bitch had no problem being Hurt with a capital H. Spider was MAD and GIDDY and had insults towards his wife on the GET GO.

so i guess what im asking is, is/should Spider's metaphorical/literal heart being removed make him this Unfeeling Carless monster that murders people or does it simply disorient him and make him forget certain things (like his love for Raven). like i remember that line where he was like "Being near my heart again is making me feel." but. you've BEEN feelin. this could just be me being horrendously autistic so i dont understand the nuanced gray area of feelings but i feel like that dialogue in particular was more indicitave towards Spider's love for his wife rather than feelings altogether.

so this makes me think of an alternate universe where Spider becomes totally emotionally detached, where he escapes from his prison but keeps his Hive personality. this is just me yapping actually so im gonna be like spongebob and throw this into the fire /j

[canirove]

Best friends… forever? | Chapter 10

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“Can I be brutally honest?” Eva asks.

“Go ahead”

“I think the only way for you to make up your mind about Rúben, is by getting laid.”

“What?” Mila says.

“What you heard. If you are able to flirt with a guy, make out with him, and then sleep with him without thinking about Rúben, that means that whatever has been going on between you two was just sex. But if your mind keeps going to him…”

“Then it means that you do have feelings for him” Miriam adds.

“And that I’m fucked” Mila sighs.

After everything that happened at Bernardo’s house, Mila had to ran away. She needed to put space between her and Rúben, properly think about what was going on. And she couldn’t do that in Manchester. That’s why the next morning she quickly packed her things and took the first flight to Lisbon, meeting with Eva and Miriam, her childhood friends.

“Maybe you are, maybe you aren’t” Eva shrugs. “Let’s make this our goal in Cádiz. Find you a nice guy, and see what happens.”

“I don’t know if we will be able to do that in just a week. It usually takes you your whole life to find a decent guy” Mila chuckles.

“A week and a half thanks to you running away” Eva points out. “But leave it to me” she smirks.

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“Tonight is gonna be your night, Mila. I can feel it” Eva says as they walk through the streets of Cádiz. They’ve been there for a few days already, and so far, they haven’t met that nice guy who will help her decide if her feelings for Rúben are something else or just physical attraction.

“Are you sure?” Mila asks her.

“I’m sure” she says, looking for a club they were recommended by a group of girls they met the previous night.

“Have you heard from Rúben?” Miriam asks her.

“He’s in Ibiza with John. He texted me when they landed this morning.”

“If he is with him, that means trouble” Miriam says.

“Maybe he also is looking for his nice girl” Eva chuckles.

“I don’t think she needs one” Mila says. Unlike her, he doesn’t have doubts about what he now feels for her. He wants to be with her.

“We’ll probably find out rather sooner than later. Ibiza is full of paparazzis who know that football players are stupid and always go to the same places, that they are an easy target” Eva says.

“Hey, I also am a football player” Mila complains.

“Female football player. You girls are the clever ones. And here we are!” Eva says, stopping in front of a pub with a couple of small palm trees at the door, music coming from the inside.

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They had been at the pub for an hour or so, Mila ready to comment that this wasn’t her night either, when a group of very loud men approached them.

“Good night, ladies” one of them says in Spanish. “Tonight we are celebrating our friend Pablo’s stag party, and on every pub we are going, he has decided to invite the most beautiful girls to a round. What do you say?”

“Free drinks? I’m in” Eva says with a smile. “Miriam?”

“Count me in” she replies. “But Mila over here doesn’t drink alcohol.”

“Oh, that’s fine. She can stay with Fran. He is the healthy one who doesn’t drink” the guy says, nodding towards one of his friends. He is taller than all of them, the white shirt he is wearing giving you a glimpse of some very nice muscles underneath it.

“That’s great, isn’t it, Mila?” Eva says before winking at her. Looks like she has found tonight’s candidate for the nice guy.

“Happy to have some company while I babysit you” she replies.

“I know the feeling” Fran chuckles, sitting next to her. “Mila, right? From Milagros?”

“That’s my grandmother. I’m just Mila.”

“Lucky you. I was named after my grandfather, but they gave me the full name. Francisco” he says, moving his hands in the air like that SpongeBob meme with the rainbow, making Mila laugh.

“I’m sorry” she says.

“Nah, I’m already used to it. Where are you from? You don’t sound like people around here.”

“We are from Lisbon” Mila says.

“Portuguese, uh? You speak really good Spanish, though it may not be that difficult.”

“It’s tricky sometimes, but it definitely is more easy than other languages. What about you? You don’t sound like someone from Cádiz either.”

“Almería. Do you know where that is?”

“I think so…” Mila says. “South?”

“South-east, literally at the other side of the country” Fran chuckles. “You know your geography, uh?”

“I’m a clever girl” she says with a smile. “How is that you came here for a stag party?”

“I just moved to Sevilla for work, and Cádiz is beautiful, has an amazing beach, great parties… It seemed perfect. You?”

“Just some girls holidays. Eva’s parent’s have a house here, and we always spend a few days together.”

“Your juice, Fran” Pablo says.

“Is it just juice? Nothing extra?”

“Nothing extra, I promise” Pablo says, sitting next to us and joining the conversation his other friends have with Miriam and Eva.

“It wouldn’t be the first time they add rum or vodka.”

“Such nice friends” Mila laughs. “You just said that you’ve moved to Sevilla for work. May I ask what do you do?”

“I… I play football.”

“No way! Really?”

“Yeah…” he says, playing with the glass on his hands.

“But like, professionally?” Mila asks.

“Yep. Just signed for Betis.”

“Oh my God, that’s amazing! I also play football.”

“Yeah, sure” Fran chuckles.

“I do! Girls, tell Fran what I do for a living.”

“She plays football for Manchester United” Eva says, all the guys looking at Mila as if she had grown another head.

“You also are a football player?” the guy who first talked to them asks.

“What do you mean by also?” Miriam says.

“Fran just signed for Betis!”

“What a coincidence, uh?” Eva says with a big grin.

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As the night goes on, they leave the pub where they were and move to a karaoke bar where Pablo invites another group of girls to some shots. They also invite some other guys to join them, and they’ve gone from being just seven people hanging out, to twenty, most of them very drunk.

“Do you want to go somewhere else?” Fran asks Mila.

“I can’t leave Eva and Miriam alone.”

“They seem fine to me” he chuckles. Eva is kissing one of Fran’s friends, her tongue all the way down his throat, while Miriam is in deep conversation with one of the girls they met at the karaoke bar while talking very close to each other.

“Ok then” Mila says.

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“Is taking you to the beach a bit of a cliché?”

“A bit, yes” Mila laughs. “But I love it here.”

“You don’t have this in Manchester.”

“I do not, no. But tell me, Francisco.”

“Oh God, this is serious. You are using my full name” he laughs.

“It is” she says with a cheeky smile. “Tell me, Francisco. Do you take all the girls you meet to the beach?”

“Just the ones I want to kiss.”

“Really?”

“Really” Fran says, taking a step closer to her. They’ve stopped walking and are now standing in the middle of the beach, the waves clashing behind them.

“Ok.”

“Ok? What does that mean?”

“It means that you can kiss me. Unless I do it first” Mila says, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him.

[tetsunabouquet]

Himuro as an romantic chameleon

--When I mean romantic chameleon, I say Himuro can fit everyone’s tastes somehow. -If you’re the kind of girl who enjoys her meal, Himuro is there for you. This guy is the messy kind of cook that leaves your kitchen a mess and the food looking suspicious but it tastes delicious. Cleaning the kicthen every time he seriously tries his hand at a dish is guaranteed. -As a handsome and friendly kind of guy, he’s more approachable for little girls to have a crush on him then Kise is with his cold side. -He has that lowkey emo aesthetic going on which would make him popular with the alternative girls at school. -He’s a good basketball player so all the girls who drool over muscular athletes would be all over him. -Yosen is implied to be a Christian school, so religious girls would be into him too (especially if they have this secret corruption fetish considering his emo vibe). - Considering he’s sometimes exchanges silly texts with Nijimura, I imagine him he’s the type of guy who you could text forever and it wouldn’t get boring. I just picture this guy could keep you up after midnight with a funny cospiracy theory about Spongebob.  -Because he seems to have a rather mature side, this makes him quite attractive to older girls/adult women (a cleaning lady confessed to him, for crying out loud). -This boy actually knows how to juggle, so girls who are impressed by street permormers or have a thing for quirky dudes would gladly sign up to be his audience any time of day. -As a member of the Student Council, girls who are into authoritarian dudes and some of those who’ve got fantasies inspired by hentai would definitely be into that. -Even his own teammates have remarked on the fact he’s a bit too universally appealing. -Don’t forget he has that cute foreign guy thing going as considering he lived in America for so long and still struggles with adapting. -Girls who are into ‘broken’ dudes will feel for him with his inferiority complex towards Kagami and sympathize with the fact his parents are divorced. -Yet, considering he likes watching American dramas, I can imagine that any girl who wants a boyfriend who likes to netflix and chill would also really like being with him.  -Himuro is just that type of boyfriend that suits many desires.

[karakulialiny]

After everything he’s done, he’s finally had a guilty conscience...

But it mostly concerns Link from other people’s mock comics. To Link from my AU the so-called ghosts of the past will have other claims.

Let me explain, I've seen a lot of comics where BotW/TotK Link was portrayed as careless idiot, that can only create chaos. But my friend @pichichustudios went even further, and she decided to draw a reaction of Links from previous games to what Wild had done. And when I saw that, I thought, what if they had met him in person? They’d probably start gaslighting Wild, just like those parents with their "I worked three jobs at your age and you’re too lazy to make your bed".

{Previous drawing] [Next drawing}

What follows is just my thoughts. If you are not interested, then you don’t have to expand the post.

And after reading all these comics, I thought: why do I even love this character? This pyromaniac and korok sadist. Why am I shipping him with Zelda? If they’re together, they’ll obviously have a kind of toxic (or at least one-sided, which isn't good either) relationship because of Link’s lack of romantic feelings towards her.

But then I did a little analysis and it all made sense (if anything, these are just my headcanons).

The thing is, Link has a little bit in common with characters like Sponge Bob (from the classic seasons) and Shaggy (mostly because of his love to food). He is a naive, good-natured and hyperactive young man who has a rather small life experience and is accustomed to doing what more authoritative people tell him. Then he saw the harsh realities of this world and had to literally survive. He then went into a coma, after which his brain was almost completely cleared. Because of this, all the stories about his past seemed like legends to Link. The sad backstory of the Champions did not cause him much emotion, because he no longer remembered exactly how it happened. The photographs only partially restored Link’s memory, and he was unable to recall the full picture of the events. For the same reason, he did not have very romantic feelings for Zelda: he just forgot how he met this girl and how good it was together. I think that after the events of BotW he just got to know her again.

These posts are perfectly explain the relationship between Link and Zelda in BotW and TotK.

About his antics? He just took every opportunity to show his true nature.

About the Master Sword? I guess, this comic will explain it much better.

About the fairies, one of which Link ate in the top left picture? He's probably believed to Beedle, who told him that eating fairies will make anyone invincible.

And about koroks? Well, I think Link just got mad at them after spending a lot of time collecting 900 of them and recieving a piece of golden turd as a reward.

So, I don’t mind Link being a goof, but let him be kind one (like the same SpongeBob), not a mean jerk who causes troubles and doesn't feel sorry about it (like mid seasons Patrick).

Let's say this is an improved version of my Linktober 2022 entry.

[totally-average-kid]

Grilled Cheese

The clock read 3 am as Timmy Turner shot up from his bed in a nervous sweat. He placed two fingers on his wrist, confirming that he was still there. He took a long and exaggerated sigh. He looked over to his left to see that Cosmo and Wanda were still fast asleep, despite their godkid's nightmare. Timmy threw his head back on the pillow, staring at the drawings he and the rest of his party painted with glow-in-the-dark paint on the ceiling. After a couple of minutes, his stomach growled.

Timmy sat back up. After taking a glance at his desk and seeing that he had forgotten to restock on snacks. He realized that he was going to have to leave his room and get some snacks. Hopefully, no one else is awake at this hour. Timmy swung his legs over his bed and bent down to grab his dinosaur slippers. He then walked to the door while grabbing a throw blanket and putting it over his shoulders. He was ready to fight God or become him.

Listening to the door slightly squeak as he opened it, he stepped foot into the apartment. After a couple of more meetings with Jimmy and SpongeBob, they realized that it was easier to just get an apartment and crash there for a couple of weeks. Danny stops by his house every so often when his dad's side of the family is having a reunion or when a rampant ghost manages to fly over to Dimmsdale. But having Jimmy and SpongeBob cross dimensions is tedious.

Quietly tip-toeing past Danny's room and before reaching the kitchen, Timmy's ear flicked as he could make out the sounds of a plasma laser coming into contact with metal. When he realized it was coming from Jimmy's room, he gently knocked on the boy genius' door. After hearing a quiet "come in," he creaked the door and walked into his boyfriend's room. Jimmy spun in his chair and took off his goggles, replacing them with his glasses as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "Timmy, what are you doing awake at this hour? Don't you have a class to attend in the morning?"

Timmy shrugged and just simply said, "I'm hungry." A yawn escaped his mouth after he said so.

Jimmy rolled his eyes and turned back to his project, his right hand making a vague gesture to the buck-toothed teen. "So lick that blanket! I'm very busy with-" The scientist didn't get to finish his sentence as Timmy walked towards him and placed his head on his shoulder. The flustered Genius dropped his tools in a strange feeling he still couldn't describe, even after dating Timmy for over a year. "Grilled cheese..." Timmy mumbled.

Jimmy sputtered abruptly. He turned his head to Timmy, his medium-length hair following behind. After this movement, he noticed that his hair spray had begun to calm down. "I'm not grilling you a cheese!" Jimmy whispered loudly.

Timmy sank his head into the nook of his neck, letting out a fake but ugly sob, hoping to change the genius's mind. "Oh for the love of John Dalton!" Said Jimmy as he threw his hands in the air, though with no insult behind his voice.

Jimmy got up from his chair, Timmy already starting to fall asleep on his shoulder as his pink blanket was left forgotten on the floor. Jimmy was able to lead him to the door right as he fell asleep standing up, his feet floating a couple of centimeters off of the ground. Jimmy isn't too sure how Timmy was able to do this. However, seeing him as he grew up, more fae features started to show such as pointed ears and slight magic, he concludes that prolonged "magic" exposure is equivalent to the same way that he and Danny were exposed to radiation. Danny at one point having his hair completely raven black to now having half of his hair turning white and strands of Jimmy's hair being stuck a mossy green along with his eyes now having a more jade tone rather than their original sapphire blue. Looking in the hallway and into the kitchen, Jimmy realized something.

He's banned from using the kitchen.

He pulled his hand down on his face with a long and exaggerated sigh as he grabbed Turner's hand, walking past the kitchen and into SpongeBob's room. Jimmy didn't bother to knock and let himself in. The sponge was sleeping soundly in his bed. He looked around his room to find many trinkets from the bikini bottom strewn about the room: a snow globe depicting a tree dome, a miniature of the krusty krab, and his work hat on the nightstand next to him. SpongeBob felt right at home, the neutronic moisture sealer in his hand as he slept. Jimmy gently shook the sponge until his face changed from calm to slightly annoyed. "Jimmy... You know I love to hang out and all but it's the middle of the night, what is it?"

"Make him a grilled cheese," Jimmy whispered, pointing to Timmy.

"Jimmy we got jumped by robots a couple of hours ago and this is the one time I'm feeling tired, do it yourself, Jim-"

Jimmy cut him off. "SpongeBob... I am a boy genius, yes, but a cook? No... Danny banned me from the kitchen when I burned it down last time. Please, I don't want to face his wrath by waking him up at this hour." Jimmy said as he shuddered. Waking up Danny when he's finally able to get sleep without a nightmare is a death wish. SpongeBob sat up in his bed, blinking rapidly as he speaks. "Okay... Also, HOW DID YOU BURN DOWN OUR KITCHEN? WHEN WAS THIS??" SpongeBob asked, his voice growing in volume.

Jimmy puts both of his hands in front of himself, a small smirk on his face as he begins to tell the story. "Okay! So it was when I wanted to make better toast-" Jimmy suddenly stopped as he felt a chill go down his spine. Looking over his shoulder, he could see Danny flicker into existence as he wore the most worn-out face imaginable. His fists clenched as he glared at Jimmy and then at SpongeBob with glowing green eyes. Jimmy has a blank expression as he gazes down, refusing to meet Danny's stare. "Oh. How long have you been there?" Jimmy asks as he can hear SpongeBob drifting back to sleep, he doesn't need to look to know SpongeBob has a smug grin on his face: knowing that he can get back to sleep.

Danny didn't blink as he put his hand on Jimmy's shoulder, his mouth not moving but still able to hear his voice as clear as the rain outside. Danny asked calmly as his hands tightened around his shoulder: "What did we talk about inventing or getting into Timmy's shenanigans at unbearable hours of the night?" Danny spoke, this time his mouth moving with his words. "Some of us have JOBS in the morning!"

"...ABOUT THAT! Timmy wants a grilled cheese and I'm trying to get him to do it." Jimmy nervously replied, pointing at SpongeBob while saying so. SpongeBob had his head beneath the covers of his blanket. Timmy was still asleep holding his hand, causing the genius to blush a tad as he cleared his throat. The halfa rolled his eyes at the two and smirked at two before leading them to the kitchen, turning off his "scary eyes" and reverting to a slightly fluorescent blue hue.

They walked back to the kitchen, wires connecting themselves all over the floor as Jimmy made sure not to trip over them. Danny made a signal to Timmy, telling Jimmy to lie him down on the couch. Jimmy led the floating Timmy to the couch and gently pushed him down to have him sit. As if on cue, Timmy stretched out on the couch, getting comfortable in a matter of seconds. "Come on Jimmy, I'm going to make you a sandwich and show you how to NOT burn it down."

Jimmy sarcastically laughed at Danny before walking behind the counter with him. Jimmy opened up the fridge and grabbed a bag of bread before Danny rushed to his side before knocking the bread out of his hands. "Dude! What the fuck?!" Jimmy yelled.

Danny was breathless as he opened up a cabinet that had a lock on it, making his hand and bread intangible as he put it behind the lock. "That's Ecto-infused bread. That's what caused the explosion last time." Jimmy glanced at the cabinet before looking back inside the fridge. When did we have a cabinet with a lock on it? He dismissed the thought as he grabbed the sandwich press or as Timmy calls it, "El cosa para hacer el sándwiches." Jimmy attempts to repeat the phrase but gets stuck on "hacer". Danny chuckled at the struggling Jimmy as he perfectly repeated the phrase. "Man, you've been dating Timmy for a year now yet still can't say 'hacer?' Damn Jimbo," Danny commented. "That's okay Jimbo, if you can't say it in Spanish, just say it in English and call it 'the thingamabob for making sandwiches!' That'll show 'em."

Jimmy rolled his eyes while grabbing the cheese, "Yeah, yeah. I'm the boy genius yet I still can't roll my r's, rub it in why don't ya Danny?" Jimmy retorted in a joking manner. Danny stuck his tongue out at Jimmy while finishing buttering the bread. Jimmy placed two slices of cheese on his and Timmy's bread before noticing a third pair. "Who's that for?" Jimmy asked, looking around the kitchen.

Danny shrugged. "I'm hungry, might as well make a sandwich while we're at it." Jimmy hums in agreement as he places two slices of cheese on Danny's bread. Danny places the top bread on the pieces and puts them in the sandwich press. Immediately, he makes his way to the only other empty couch in the apartment and lies down on it before Jimmy can reach it. "Oh no! There's no more room! Where will poor Jim sit now?" Danny exclaimed.

He chuckled at the halfa. It reminded him of the time he told Danny about his crush on Timmy. Danny went out of his way to ensure Jimmy and Timmy spent as much time together as possible. Standing up, Jimmy retrieves a blanket from a nearby closet and says, "We have to get creative.". He then proceeds to sit next to Timmy's couch and makes himself comfortable. "Ta-da! Problem solved!" he says with a smirk. Jimmy begins to nod off as Danny pulls out his smartphone, scrolling through some NASA site. The blanket provided the perfect place for Jimmy to relax and fall asleep as he leaned back and rested. His hand had become entangled in Timmy's at some point during the night, not realizing it. Timmy's eyes popped open in surprise as he felt the warmth of Jimmy's hand. He quickly sat up, looking around in a panic, before turning to Jimmy, smiling softly at him. Their grilled cheese will just have to wait.

[silverhallow]

14-"This is so stupid."

let's get that muse going

I’ve no idea what this but I hope you like it…

“This is so stupid”

Anthony scowled as he looked at himself in the mirror, his fingers moving to the top of the costume and he let out an annoyed growl as the door opened and Benedict walked through the door, his own costume on and looking as thrilled as Anthony looked.

“This is so stupid” Anthony complained again, “how on earth did we get roped into this”

“Because Sophie was desperate for characters for the school kids as an end of term treat and I find it physically impossible to say no to Sophie, and Kate threatened you if you didn’t agree…” Benedict sighed

“I know but really, Spongebob and Patrick?” he groaned

“Yes but the kids are into Spongebob at the moment… and at least you got to be Spongebob! I look ridiculous as Patrick…” Benedict groaned

“You’re Patrick because you’re taller, at least neither of us are Squidward…” Anthony sighed.

“I wonder which poor soul she’s roped into doing that or if it’s just us two… but come on, we’ve gotta go, the kids are waiting for us” Benedict said, grabbing Patrick’s head.

As they made their way out of the changing room and headed down the corridor towards Sophie’s classroom feeling completely ridiculous but knowing it was for a good cause.

But what they didn’t know was Kate was in the classroom waiting with a camera to film them with the kids and in their costumes.

Anthony jammed the top of his spongebob costume, rueing the day he let Kate introduce Benedict to Sophie as they knocked on the door.

The excited chatter stopped and they heard Sophie’s voice “I wonder who that could be…”

There was a giggle and a squeak from the kids and then a shhhhh from a few of the kids and they heard Sophie’s footsteps coming towards the door “ohhhh kids, I think we have some extra special guests waiting for us… can you remember the words of the song that introduces them?” she asked brightly.

As Sophie opened the door, the words of the Spongebob Song started being sung loudly and very out of key and Anthony and Benedict, fully dressed in their costumes, bounced into the room singing along with the kids.

Kate sat at the back of the room trying not to laugh as she filmed the entire thing. “Oh this is so stupid I love it” she laughed as Sophie made her way over as Anthony and Benedict had started answering questions that the kids were asking.

Sophie giggled “it is rather stupid but it was a genius idea”

“Well Anthony, did say he’d do anything to make up for stepping on Newton… but Benedict…?”

“Spongebob would have been lonely, and honestly, I didn’t think he’d go for it…”

“Just shows you how much he loves you” Kate grinned

“Very true… and they are very cute with the kids” Sophie sighed happily. “They’re going to be amazing dads”

“One sooner rather than later” Kate said quietly.

Sophie gasped, “you… your?!”

“We told our parents and Edi last night…” Kate said her voice low. “I wanted you to be the next one to know… and I wanted to see Ant around kids so this was just a win win”

Sophie squealed and hugged her best friend happily “best news ever”

Their hug was interrupted by a loud grunt as Anthony lost his balance in his costume and toppled to the floor and was being hugged by all the kids “Kate… babe… a little help…”

“Should we?” Sophie said,

“Nah, he’ll work it out, or Ben will when that little boy stops swinging on his arms…” Kate laughed moving the camera back onto them, laughing as they watched the school kids with their husband and boyfriend.

[sharlmbracta]

when you think about it plankton's screams of "i went to college!!" is so so real and depressing

-as well as the overzealous quirky gogetter demeanor of spongebob who is manipulated into overwork and underpay by mr krabs also catering to his over-perfectionism in his job but like a mask and when the underneath comes overboard it often rather spills out as unwanted obnoxiousness trying to get it together but he can't he knows it (it's himself) he knows it better than anyone else *because* it's himself and there's always the underlying anxiousness / he tell no one ofc but every day he's so, so grateful that no one talks down to him talking pretty as if he needs to be talked down like a child and instead very much treats him like a normal being a normal person and every time he fears himself slip up he covers himself more with face maybe faux of positivity / everyone except for

squidward and mrs puff (more intially than later on, some days it's better than others) no he doesn't blame them (he does never) but he's afraid every time and it feels like it's peeling him off and over and that's why he tries to appeal to them so much but of course. it doesn't work because standards. eventually he learns how to deal with it but it still hurts. it's not their fault he's so obnoxious, he thinks, he knows, he feels the guilt towards them every time & messing up even further every time he tries. so suck it up, he does, he knows that wallowing in those guilts only makes his conditions worse.

So he just holds on to dear to those that keeps his shreds of sanity the lifeline alive, he learned to survive. appreciating the mundane (every bit of it that he can), the amusing antics of plankton and mr krab's rivalry and enthusiastically going along with it (it helps him take his mind off of himself) the little trickles of knowing care from his friends here and there he finds keeping closure cherishing (& saving them to remember to physical objects such as little pebbles and stuffed animals on the time intervals he also finds the spark of breath to keep him stable), all the little pep talks to keep himself standing, being able to easily brush off the angry comments of the customers (bc their shits are nothing compared to whenever the waters too heavy for even him to be kept held under and the sinking hole quells up from his throat to log his eyes to his suffocation and he sinks below the surface) and they don't really get onto his nerves no matter their attempts to do so ( most of the time)

(when all the antics go overboard he's grateful that squidward always manage to pull him back down he learns)

he ties himself to everything he holds dear he makes sure to secure all the ends of the ropes a firm pictures make it into almost permanent visions in his mind for when he fall he'll be firmly nestled in the safety net he built - all the strands he've chosen weaved and put up by himself

he will never let himself lose that part of his mind

(because he knows what will happen when it do break again)

[mauesartetc]

Hey Maue.

I made a redesign for Stolas in Helluva Boss and wanted to know what you think of it.

My redesign:

Original:

This is probably impossible to animate. I mostly just made this for fun.

It’s actually pretty animatable, all things considered. You’d just have to mask out his tail and head feathers for the star texture like they did for his cape in “Ozzie’s”, as well as keep track of how many spots his fur ruff has, and where they’re located. Spongebob Squarepants animators do the same with Spongebob’s pores and Patrick’s freckles to keep them consistently on model. It’s doable; it just requires a bit more work.

It’s nice that your design features more star elements (hell, ANY star elements) to convey Stolas’ interest in astronomy, and cuts down on line mileage by reducing the prongs on his crown. Feels like the edges of his ruff and gloves could be a bit more streamlined, though:

Because the ruff and glove edges were drawn with the same fluffy-looking texture, I thought they might be made of the same material. Upon closer inspection, though, it seemed like you might have been going for a more lacy, frilly material for the gloves. How a material will look in a drawing depends on several factors, including how thick, rough, and flexible it is in real life. I recommend the Etherington Brothers’ awesome tutorials on drawing different pieces of clothing if you haven’t checked them out already.

Most of this redline is pretty self-explanatory; mainly notes concerning extremities and size variety. Just as an experiment, I tried out a moon shape for Stolas’ brooch, as the star motif is already clear enough without the brooch itself being a star, plus a circle would cut back on line mileage and reduce the risk of forming awkward tangents with the cape and ruff.

I think the version with the purple vest works better since it lets his body stand out from the red of the cape rather than blending into it. You might use slightly darker values for his sleeves, glove edges, and bottom edge of his shirt, though, as they’re fighting with his face for attention. Usually (not always, but usually), a main goal of character design is to draw attention toward the character’s face rather than away from it. If the facial area has a higher value contrast than the rest of the design, that’s where the viewer’s eye will immediately go.

Seems like the stars on his feathers, because they’re so bright, are also competing with his face. An easy way to remedy this digitally is to create a layer mask for the layer the stars are on, and paint swaths of black with a large, soft brush. This will give the stars a naturally “dimmed” look and add a touch of realistic depth. It’s also easy to pick out certain stars to make brighter than others (using white on the mask) rather than leaving every star to fight for visual dominance. Here’s a quick star field I painted on my own, with the left side without the mask and the right side with it for comparison.

Hope that helps!

[star-dust-shark]

Chapter one: Sugar Glider

Percy’s pov

Being liked is great.

Not being liked is not so great.

It’s pretty black and white, really.

Well, depending on the person. Maybe there are people who don’t like being liked. Maybe they see it as a bad thing.

And maybe there are people who aren’t liked and are satisfied with it.

Percy Jackson wasn’t that kind of person.

He wanted people to like him.

In an ideal world, everyone liked him. He knew that wasn’t possible, but hey.

He could try.

And when he learnt that Annabeth Chase didn’t like him anymore, it basically felt like his world was caving in on him.

Dramatic, he knew, but he couldn’t believe it. One second, his life and relationships felt perfect, the next, he was single, lying on his floor eating ice cream.

Alone.

That word scared him. Being alone was like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich without the jelly. Like a… yin without its yang.

He couldn’t be alone. He just couldn’t.

He was Percy Jackson for god sakes. He’d saved the world, what, like ten thousand times? He’d been to tartarus and back, swam in the river styx, and dealt with puberty.

And yet…

There he was, staring up at the ceiling of cabin three, the Poseidon cabin, blinking sleep from his eyes while the morning sun shone through the cracks of his blinds.

Alone.

I mean, really, he understood. Sometimes, you meet someone different. Sometimes that someone is a girl, and hey! Turns out you’re lesbian.

Percy didn’t understand being lesbian, obviously, but he understood that sometimes it just doesn’t work.

He didn’t blame Piper, or Annabeth.

He blamed himself.

If only he’d just been… better.

Stronger.

More… boyfriend-y.

He sighed, blowing hair out of his eyes only to have them fall back down and tickle his forehead instead.

But hey! Why be a pity party? Maybe being single wouldn’t be so bad. Nico had done it for years and he was fine, right?

Mostly, at least.

It was just that everyone had someone.

Leo had Jason.

Piper had Annabeth.

Reyna had Thalia.

Frank had Hazel.

So was he weird? Would he feel like an outcast, hanging out with happy couples? This fall they’d all be sharing hot chocolates and Percy would be staring at his feet wishing the ground would swallow him whole.

“Stop, Percy”, He chided himself. “You’re being over dramatic. You’re fine. Now get your lazy ass out of bed”.

Nope. Not happening.

No matter how many times he tried to push himself up or roll over, his body disobeyed.

Knock knock knoc-

“Urghf” Percy managed slurring at the door, muffled by his octonauts comforter.

The door swung open with a bang, revealing a beaming Jason Grace.

“Goooood morning bro! How’d you sleep, man”? He asked, strolling in and ruffling Percy’s raven black hair.

Percy let out an indignant “murmph” in response.

Jason rolled his eyes and glared down at him.

“You told me you’d start trying to get out of bed in the mornings, and there has been zero improvement”.

“Get off my case. You’re not my mom” Percy said pushing the blankets off of himself and sitting up.

Jason scowled, then smirked.

“Nice shorts” he nodded towards his torso.

“Hey, man, I don’t care what you think. Spongebob is a classic” Percy said, though he felt his face get rather warm.

“Whatever. Anyway, we’re all having breakfast together by the water. Chiron said it was okay”.

“Everyone”? Percy asked.

Jason shrugged. “Yeah, you, me, Leo, Nico, Piper, Annabeth”-

“Nope. Not happening” Percy grumbled, shuffling towards his closet stiffly.

Jason sighed, and Percy didn’t have to see his face to know he was obviously already pissed with Percy.

Though it had been… Percy glanced at the clock.

Only three minutes since Jason had came to wake him up. This was probably almost a record.

“Look, Percy, I know it’s awkward with Annabeth, but if you don’t come, she’s going to blame herself and think you’re like… ghosting her, man. And that’s not cool”.

Percy turned to face Jason to give him a falsely sweet smile.

“Oh gee, thanks, Jason! What great insight, I totally didn’t think of that at all. You’ve made me change my mind! Of course I’ll come, and it’ll all be fine and dandy” he said sarcastically, batting his eyelashes just to piss him off more.

Jason scruched his nose and narrowed his eyes but didn’t say anything.

There was an awkward silence as Percy searched through his drawers to pull out his camp half blood shirt and a pair of blue ripped jeans.

“Look. I’m sorry, okay? I just don’t think I can do it”, Percy said turning to face Jason.

Maybe if he played up a kicked puppy act Jason would let him go.

Jason laughed. A good, long, hard laugh.

“Oh, I see! You thought I was giving you an option. That’s funny. You’re coming to breakfast, Jackson. Get dressed, and if you’re not ready in ten minutes I will barge in here and pull you by the ear even if you’re naked”.

“Gay” Percy mumbled.

“What was that”? Jason asked, turning back to look at him as he opened the door to leave.

“Nothin, just said okay”.

“Hm” Jason replied mutely as he shut the door.

Well great.

Truth was, it wasn’t completely Annabeth. Percy had been… confused.

Confused as in… questioning? Curious? He didn’t know how to explain it.

Like when you’re a kid and you first learn about a cool unknown kind of animal, like a sugar glider or something.

You kinda start thinking about it a lot, and getting curious about it.

Except Percy’s sugar glider wasn’t sugar gliders.

Percy’s sugar glider was Nico di Angelo.

Nico and him had gotten closer ever since Nico had came out and even closer yet after Annabeth and him had broken up.

He kind of thought of Nico as a sympathetic friend, because obviously Nico didn’t really give a shit, he just felt bad that Percy was lonely.

But Percy gave a shit.

He did, honest to the gods. And he never ever thought he’d say that.

That he cared about the weird emo kid with trust issues.

But he did.

Nico was his sugar glider. He couldn’t help but care.

[tactician]

for reides — 5, 6, 7, 8, 11! :3

hi hihihihih bwee hi :3c

5. is there something they want to be known for? this is such a fun thing to think about!! reides is in a quite a position with this because he like... knew that he was going to be 'known' and has for virtually all of his life, thanks to his status as a laverathian royal. like it just comes along with the bloodline. and, of course, the circumstances surrounding his hatching-day (hehe) during that terrible storm practically thrust a mantle on his shoulders in addition to his princely status. he was a symbol of hope for laverathia whether he liked it or not. and for a loooong time he really resented that and would have preferred to just... drift away into obscurity lol.

but over the course of his journey, that's definitely changed a whole lot... especially after learning that his homeland was in danger and feeling an intrinsic pull back towards it to act as one of its protectors. playing a crucial role in all of that really like... helped him understand where the more duty-oriented members of his family (cough viglis cough) were always coming from. though reides sought to reject his blood for a good while, he's realized how important it is for a whole lot of people. and he's also realized that he's actually very proud of it, too. so if he's going to be known for something - if his story is going to be told in dramatized records or as a little footnote in a history book - he wants to be known for something good. however, he still wants to be himself and earn people's respect rather than, like, exist as an abstract symbol of anything. so he's trying his utmost to honor his duty to laverathia AS WELL AS his duty to his own individuality by trying his utmost to embrace his identity as the storm prince. he wants it to be a title that most people say out of admiration rather than it being based in an insult. yes, chaos has a tendency to follow him; yes, he tends to bring change - but these things can be forces of good, and he wants people to know that!

of course, this also ties into his new role as laverathia's ambassador. he wants to show the surfacers just what the people of the depths are capable of; he wants to serve as a bridge between those two worlds that he loves so very much and be worthy of a role that he fought so hard to attain. :) SO QUITE A LOT IS GOING ON OVER HERE!!!! but tbh once he isn't known as a massive disappointment to his friends and family, reides is pleased :-)

6. how have they changed in the last year? how about the last five years? answered here! :3c my babyboy who is a grown adult has grown up so much. LDKDFKGDF

7. there’s a magic item (or technological innovation, or special resource) made just for them—what is it? i can't even say i answered this here bc i honestly still have NO IDEA LMAO but i still really think it should serve as some sort of... land and sea link. i continue to have no idea whatsoever on what it is beyond that feeling but it's the thing that comes to mind, you know? maybe reides can talk into a shell and something fun happens. maybe he should get a magic conch shell like spongebob. technically his arcane focus is already this but i am just spitballing here LDFKSLGKDSG

8. what songs remind you of them? if there are specific lyrics or movements, list ‘em! OHOHOHO. OHOHOHOHO YOU KNOW I LOVE THIS *RUBBING MY HANDS TOGETHER. as you know i have a whole playlist dedicated to songs that remind me of reides. i will shout out five (5) special songs here heheheohoho

chasing kites by iamamiwhoami: over the ocean outcast with nowhere to go a brighter forecast, new winds will blow a storm is drawing near it calms and the air is clear waste my youth chasing kites i know will blow out of my hands

free by florence + the machine: i'm always running from something i push it back, but it keeps on coming and being clever never got me very far because it's all in my head "you're too sensitive," they said i said, "okay, but let's discuss this at the hospital"

the colorful stabwound by múm: some people smile with all their teeth some teeth will ache with every smile i've done some things you won't believe i've stabbed and scratched and spewed my bile

the thunder answered back by gabby's world: i screamed out, "how'd it get this bad?" and the thunder answered back if you know not what you lack then you must un-turn your back your inside is overcast you are tethered to your past and it must feel like fucking hell to be a patchwork of yourself a bunch of scraps thrown and sewn around your bones and though you're alone, it's holding you too tightly but who are you? from where do you come? what do you believe in? and who do you love?

hope by daughter: go back to where you held armour against your skin don't sink, just swim towards the storm and once again you'll be reborn, reborn, reborn 11: if they have a pet or animal companion, how do they spend time with them? if they don’t have one, what sort of animal would they be interested in raising, if any? OUR DEAREST, SWEETEST BABY OWL FAMILIAR... PEPEGA!!!!!! oh reides loves her so much. like so, so much. he loves accessorizing her with little things - right now she wears a red ribbon with a tiny shell from aquos affixed to it. super cute. (NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT, IT WOULD BE GREAT IF AN INVENTION EXISTED TO LET PEPEGA HAVE FUN IN LAVERATHIA. ok that's my answer to #7 now. LMFAOSDLFCKDSG) but other than that he really likes stroking her feathers and hugging her. he takes very good care of her and reads to her very often, too. sometimes he tries feeding her but she doesn't like that too much (fae moment). but she DID love to eat the special magical apple that briar gave her, once!!! (and he said that miré played a hand in conjuring it up so thank you to your baby.)

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[willowisapillow]

So currently I'm back to my Koopalings obsession, especially with Wendy, who has currently became my 3rd favorite Koopaling 💕

Its funny cause I used to really hate Wendy when I was younger, because I thought she was this whiny, super obnoxious spoiled brat (I blame the cartoons for me having that mindset), but over time, I've started growing to really like Wendy for being a Mario female character who isn't portrayed as helpless or a damsel-in-distress, and I've also started easing up my feelings towards Kootie Pie/DiC Wendy a little bit. I kinda have a soft spot for her now, but she still gets on my nerves sometimes.

While I was in a chat with some close besties of mine on Amino, I came up with a few headcanons for Wendy that are heavily inspired by elements from the New Supers games, the comics, some of the sports-themed spinoff games, and the Super Mario 3 and Super Mario World DiC cartoons.

And before I start the headcanons, yes, I am fully aware that the Koopalings are confirmed to not be Bowser's biological children, and are just his minions, but I don't care about that. I've always seen them as being his adopted children rather than just his other generic entourage of minions. It was also pretty weird with how the Koopalings themselves never really acted like siblings towards one another, and instead just acted like fellow comrades in some sort of military army.

Now for the Headcanons:

• My version of Wendy is like a mix between Chloe from Miraculous Ladybug, and Charlotte from Princess and the Frog. She's a very spoiled girl who loves expensive things like jewelry. While she doesn't cry or throw temper tantrums over the most trivial things like in the cartoons, she still has her short-tempered nature, and can be pretty scary when angry. However, she tends to not let her emotions get the best of her, and uses phrases such as, "I'm too pretty to be angry" in order to calm herself down and cope with stress.

• Just like in the DiC cartoons, she thinks of herself as Bowser's favorite child since she's the most responsible when compared to her brothers. She loves getting the spotlight and attention, and loves being congratulated by her father for her bad deeds and behavior. She also tries her hardest to impress Bowser, and her biggest fear is him being disappointed in her for not being able to get something done on time.

• And like in the DiC cartoons, she still refers to Bowser as, "Daddykins", though she mostly calls him that whenever she wants him to buy her something. Though like her brothers, she does refer to him as, "King Dad" sometimes.

• She doesn't just see Bowser as a money maker who can buy her anything she asks for, she does genuinely love him for all the stuff he does for her and the rest of her brothers. Though I like to imagine that the bond they have is similar to Mr. Krabs and Pearl from SpongeBob. Wendy gets super embarrassed by some of the stuff that Bowser does (especially if they're in public going somewhere fun like an amusement park), but she still loves him deeply in the end.

• She really doesn't like greasy foods such as fries, burgers, or pizza. She prefers to stay on the healthier side, like eating fruits. Though she doesn't like veggies that much, either.

• That doesn't mean she doesn't like candy either, Wendy enjoys her sweets just as much as she loves fruit. Her favorite type of sweets are chocolate based. She loves mint chocolate chip ice cream, hot cocoa/chocolate, and chocolate gâteau. The inspiration for this headcanon comes from Chocolate Island from Super Mario World, the area where she inhabits.

• The characters she has the most beef with are Bowser Jr, Roy, Daisy, and Peach. For Jr, the two are always butting heads with each other because of the arguments they have over who's the favorite child of Bowser. For Roy, it's because he's always trying to push her buttons because of how obnoxiously, "girly" she is. She usually claps back at him by making remarks about his low intelligence. For Daisy, she thinks that she keeps cramping her tomboy style, and sees her as a poser. And as for Peach, she just can't stand her goody-two-shoes nature, and how saccharine she acts. And the fact that her father kidnaps her not just because he wants to take over the Mushroom Kingdom, but also because he's in love with her annoys the hell out of her. That's why she never calls her "Mama Peach" like the rest of her brothers, and instead calls her by her last name, Toadstool, but in a very patronizing manner.

• When she's not battling Mario and Luigi, or starting drama with others, she enjoys hanging out on the beach, swimming, and ice skating. Wendy's favorite seasons are summer and winter. The inspiration for these headcanons comes from Super Mario Bros. 3, Super Mario World, New Super Mario Bros. Wii, and 2, where she serves as the final boss for the water-themed worlds. The other inspiration is from New Super Mario Bros. U/Deluxe, where she's the final boss of the ice-themed world.

• Her favorite music genres are pop-punk, and punk-rock, which is inspired by the person she was named after, Wendy O. Williams. She's the lead singer of the punk band, Plasmatics.

• She loves fashion and designing clothes, with 80s themed fashion being her most favorite type of clothing. This was inspired by her old DiC voice actor, Tabitha St. Germain, who voiced Rarity in MLP: FiM. Rarity is a fashionista in the show, so I'd thought it would fit Wendy lol

• In some media like the Super Mario-Kun, it's shown that she has a thing for Mario, but I just don't see it, tbh. I just like to imagine that she pretends to show affection for Mario in order to piss off Peach and make her jealous.

• Wendy enjoys singing and doing karaoke, but she's VERY tone deaf, and her brothers often call her singing, "the equivalent to nails on a chalkboard". Bowser doesn't like her singing that much either, but he's probably one of those parents who still cheers on and supports their kid, even if they aren't good at doing something.

• Wendy and Birdo are practically besties. They share the same love for expensive jewelry, singing, the spotlight, and they got similar looking bows, too. The two usually spend their time at Coconut Mall shopping for clothes, eating food, or just gossiping and spilling the tea on drama that's been going around in the Mushroom Kingdom.

• Even though she does enjoy a fair fight and will accept a loss, that doesn't she isn't cunning nor sneaky. She'll try different methods of making a competition slightly easier for herself, or her team.

• Out of all of her brothers, the only one she really gets along well with is Ludwig. The two are the most responsible out of all of the Koopalings, and they share similar leadership qualities. Wendy enjoys listening to the music that he plays on his piano, but hates it whenever Ludwig starts being brutally honest about her horrendous singing skills.

• Despite her big-headed and bossy attitude towards her brothers, she does love and care for them all deep down, and always has a blast with them whenever they take a ride in the Koopalings Clown Car, or start vandalizing the Mushroom Kingdom. She won't say it straight to their faces though, because she doesn't like to be corny or sappy lol

And that's all of my headcanons! Hope you guys enjoyed them, have a great day or night, and make sure to stay safe out there.

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[mixsethaddams]

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Modern AU. Work In Progress.

Summary:

Steve and Eddie were best friends for most of their childhood. As they grew up and grew apart, social media became the only way to know what the other was up to. Even that had diluted down to just the occasional 'like'. So why does it hurt so much when Eddie makes an announcement that Steve shouldn't even care about?

Or, Steve hurts his own feelings stalking Eddie's instagram and then has to deal with it.

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“Class, we have a new student with us today! This is Eddie, he’s just moved here from Kentucky, and will be joining us for the rest of the year. Everyone make him feel welcome!”

The class muttered their acknowledgement of the wide-eyed boy standing in front of them. As much as a group of six-year-olds could, anyway. He was clutching a small lunch bag to his stomach and shuffling his weight back and forwards across each of his feet.

Little Steve Harrington noticed that Eddie was wearing the same type of shoes as he was, just a little more worn.

“Tell us about yourself, Eddie,” said Miss Tilly, patting Eddie softly on the shoulder for encouragement when he looked at her with big, worried eyes.

“I, um, I…” he stumbled over his words. Steve did that too sometimes, he thought. “I live with my uncle Wayne and I, um, I get to sleep in a big grown up bed all by myself in his house because he likes sleeping on the couch better, and I, I, I, um–”

A big grown up bed all by himself? Steve thought that was so damn lucky.

“Where does you mommy live?” asked a small voice from the back of the class.

Anyone above the average age of the room’s occupants would have seen the way Miss Tilly’s jaw clenched in panic and Eddie's fingers tightened around his bag.

“She, she, she, um–”

Steve was wondering why this boy didn’t know where his mommy lived. Steve’s lived with him and his dad, at their house. He knew their address and everything. Then he noticed that Eddie’s lunch bag had SpongeBob and Patrick on it. Maybe Eddie would let him look at it up close at recess. They were Steve’s favourites. He even had a SpongeBob pencil.

“Thank you, Eddie, I look forward to meeting your uncle at our next parent’s night!” said Miss Tilly quickly, shuffling him away from the head of the class. “Now, there’s a free chair beside Steve, Steve can you raise your hand, please? Thank you, Eddie go on down and sit by that nice boy there,”

Eddie looked unsure as he wound his way down through the other desks and towards Steve, who smiled and waved. He sat slowly and kept his bag on his lap, still looking around and taking in his surroundings. Steve tapped him on the shoulder, and he jumped a little before looking over at him.

“Hi,” said Steve in a whisper.

Eddie gave a hesitant nod in return but didn’t say anything. He looked sad, and a little afraid.

Steve didn’t like that. He was used to happy people, and he was used to making people happy. His mommy said he could make anyone happy. He tapped Eddie’s shoulder again, a bit more insistently this time. It was almost a series of small thumps rather than a few courteous pats.

Eddie was just as startled to have someone looking for his attention as he looked at Steve again. His grip tightened around his bag again and his shoulders raised up towards his ears.

Steve lifted his SpongeBob pencil and waved it around a little in front of Eddie’s face so he could see that they both liked the same cartoon. Once he realised why he was having a piece of stationary jabbed towards him, Eddie’s face lit up and his smile was a mile wide. He lifted his lunch bag so Steve could see it and pointed to the characters on the front.

Eddie’s smile made Steve’s tummy feel funny. The way it went all the way up through his eyes made him feel really good. Steve decided to make the new boy smile every chance he got.

He liked it when he smiled.

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