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While I may not get anything done before Christmas comes, I DID want to share something Adler blog related bc yes.
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just the sweetest thought of drawing on luke’s back…
warnings: use of y/n once, barley any dialogue, flufffff
a/n: oh lord… this was meant to be very short but i got carried away😭i hope to improve my writing skills in the near future! pls lmk how you feel abt this and pls pls sent requests!!!
sneaking out past curfew was against camp rules, everyone knew this. but luke was a counselor, couldn’t he get a free pass to see his girlfriend? you and him thought yes. there were countless nights the two of you had either snuck out to sit by the lake or venture to each others cabin for the night just to have to sneak out early the next morning.
of course, all this sneaking around had its moments of regret. once you had comfortably situated yourself beside luke when a kid woke up claiming she had a headache. in the dim lighting of the cabin at night all she could see was the unfamiliar silhouette of a woman in luke’s bed. she let out a scream, calling for luke, claiming there was a “scary lady” in his bed only to find luke laying next to said scary lady. the two of you tried your best to keep her from waking the others, but it was too late. the once calm hermes cabin was bustling with fearful campers. you were quick to jump out of the bed and assured everyone that you were not there to hurt them, the girl raised an eyebrow at you.
it was unfortunate, but you and luke were forced to reveal your secret to the hermes children. on the bright side, neither of you had to worry about someone seeing you now.
tonight, you drug you slippered feet over the dirt path leading to the hermes cabin wearing a sweatshirt that wasn’t your own snd that smelt like campfire smoke and wood. it was a size too big for your frame, but like has left it over in your cabin too many times to be an accident so you decided to keep it.
everyone was already sleeping, everyone but luke. he sat on his bed impatiently waiting for you to show up. it had become second nature to the two of you, and luke could barley lay down without the comfort of you beside him. his ears had become ultra sensitive to any sounds, waiting to hear the familiar gentle knock on the window closest to his bed; yet the only noise was the soft snoring or the rustling of bedsheets from the other hermes children sleeping soundly.
his hands found their way to a battered and bruised notebook sitting on his bedside table. you, apollos daughter, the artist, had left your notebook in luke’s room once again. to you, it was a simple and annoying show of your own forgetfulness. but to luke it was so much more. at lunch in the mess hall you would often sketch, but you didn’t let anyone see it. to be honest, luke did really want to see what you were up to all this time but he respected your decision for privacy. but this, your notebook in his room meant (at least to him) that you trusted him. and that’s what mattered most to him.
a short and simple sound of three knocks on the glass window made luke immediately jump up. your figure stood outside the window and his face got red and hot upon seeing his big hoodie over your body. his hands move almost like clockwork as they unlock the window and slide it up, taking a moment to look down at you. you smiling up at him, you who already knows what he’s about to say.
“the doors unlocked, y’know.” he says in a hushed tone as his hand reached out to you. “always is for you.”
you smiled up at him, taking his and in yours. “i know,” once inside luke didn’t waste anytime before pulling you into his strong and comfortable embrace.
“i missed you.” he mumbled into your hair, pressing ghosts of kisses against your skin. his delicate hands expertly traveled down your body to rest on your waist. “i’m literally like, crazy for you, girl.” in between his words like couldn’t stop pressing kisses to your forehead as he pulled you down to the mattress.
a muffled groan came from only one bunk down, causing you to stifle your breaths. luke’s love struck eyes looked up at you as he situated himself on top of the thin sheets. “i’m crazy for you, too.” you pressed a kiss onto the space where his skin and think shirt met, a silent gesture that luke immediately followed up to, peeling the material from his body.
even after months of dating luke still fell victim to the way your eyes graced his body. he felt as if he was one of the gods the children at camp worshipped from the way you kissed all the right spots and told him all the right things. son of theives, and yet you were still the one who stole his heart.
luke went to lay on his stomach, the way he always did with you. but instead of you under him, he frowned when you didn’t lay next to him. “baby,” he whined in a sleepy voice and you felt your heart flutter.
“you trust me, right?” you fingers gently traces the muscles around his shoulders. truth be told, luke trusted you with his life. if the world was crumbling to the ground you would be the one luke would run to. the stars could fall from the sky at any moment and luke would grab them and give them to you. if he had the power, he would make you a goddess. he trusted you to be a better immortal than any of them ever had.
he nodded. “of course, always.”
you hummed a soft response. luke wanted to stay awake, he wanted to see what you had in store for him, but with sleep threatening to plague his mind and the comforting feeling of you sitting on his back was enough to knock him out for the night.
there was no such thing as sleeping in while living in the hermes cabin, so luke rose as the sun did. not to his surprise, you had slipped out the door before he could kiss you good night.
if it weren’t for chirons glares or the endless jokes from the hermes kids and your half-siblings, you would spend every night with luke, really.
and yet this morning luke woke up to the right side of his bed empty and a post it note stuck to his forehead. the yellow paper read: “you fell asleep before i left, see you tomorrow xoxo” reading it made luke feel weak with admiration, he carefully folded up the paper and slid it into his pillowcase.
sun shone through the tallest tree tops down onto camp half blood as the early risers began to scatter themselves across camp, participating in multiple activities. the weekend were always dullers, yet far more calm then the usual routine of the regular week. one of the preferred activities for some of the older campers was the occasional weekend getaway to the lake. there was a secluded lake clearing just a small walk off from the path, hidden deep in the woods; but the older ones liked to take their own days off, basking in the sand or wading in the cool water.
today, both you and luke had been invited by clarisse to spend the day together at the clearing. you obviously agreed, and you spent the whole morning packing a day backpack for yourself and luke, filled with water bottles and snacks and towels, not forgetting luke’s favorite bikini of yours wore under your camp shirt and cutoff denim shorts.
just before the clock struck 9am, luke found himself waiting for you to finish doing your hair before heading out for the day. “i dunno,” you continued you rambling to your boyfriend as he admired you through the mirror. “maybe sword fighting isn’t for everyone. especially not me, i mean, archery i can do. hand to hand, yeah sure. but sword fighting.” after making sure your hair was suitable for swimming and sitting in the sun all day you turned to luke, who looked at you as if you had just graced him with the blessing of the sun.
“i think your good.” he shrugged, picking up your backpack and slinging it over his shoulder, his hand locking with yours out of instinct as you began to walk.
you shoved his shoulder playfully. “you’re my boyfriend, you have to say that.” he sent you a grin back.
the walk to the clearing was peaceful. birds singing to each other while butterflies told secrets to the flowers. as you got closer you could already hear the joyful sound of your friends laughing and already playing in the water.
walking out of the forest onto the rocky ground you and luke were immediately greeted by chris, dean, and clarisse with smiles and laughter. while you hugged your friends hello luke took the liberty of taking your light yellow beach towel and lay it out for you for later. of course, he knew you better than you knew yourself, and he knew that right after you exited the cool and refreshing water your body would shiver and he would be the one to wrap you in his arms to warm you up.
leaving your tee shirt and shorts of the rocks you patiently waited for luke to do the same. he made a silly face then shed the layer of cloth covering his chest.
much to his surprise, chris and dean burst out into laughter. luke’s brow furrowed. “what?” he looked to you for reassurance, and you just smiled.
“i think you got a little something on your back, luke.” chris snickered while clarisse shoved him roughly, that shut him up. luke craned his neck, trying to see what was on him.
you grabbed his shoulders and turned his back to you. his skin was tan from the summer sun, but on top of that was an array of doodles and drawings that covered him from his shoulders to lower back. his muscled back was now delicately traced over with by flowers and stars. the sun and moon kissing each other good night. in your mind it had been you and luke.
luckily, your friend blair came equipped with her own digital camera. “oh! y/n, luke, smile!” she exclaimed. you smiled at the camera with a hand on luke’s shoulder, his back was to the camera but the tattoos decorating his skin were radiant in the sunlight leaking through the trees. it hadn’t been your intention to draw on luke’s back, but once you started you couldn’t stop, artistic mind letting all your emotions fade onto luke’s shoulders and spine. you drew you and him as flowers, as trees, as stars. there was always an invisible string tying the two of you together throughout every universe, every life time.
blair was convincing enough to have chiron to let her print the photos from that day at the clearing. she gifted you and luke the best photo of you posing next to your art, luke’s hand in yours and you grinned happily. after spending another night in luke’s bed, you left the photo on his nightstand.
he hung the photo on his wall next to his pillow to remind him of not only how talented you were, but how much you loved him, to be able to grace him with your talent.
#luke castellan#luke castellan x reader#percy jackon and the olympians#percy series#luke castellan x you#luke castellan imagine#luke castellan pjo#luke castellan fluff
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Bandit looks so cool! Can you please tell us more about him?
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I am so THRILLED you asked!! Bandit has been my passion character since high school, and while him and his story are still in development, I'd love to talk more about him!
Bandit is the protagonist of a story I have been working on. He was born in a laboratory that works on splicing together human and animal DNA to create a superhuman species called "chimera" (not sure of that yet, but it's canon for now 😭). From an early age, Bandit always believed that because he was specially made different, he was destined for great things. But he had a tendency for disobedient behavior as a child, which made the laboratory feel uneasy. They eventually decided to "put him down," but his mother, who worked as his caretaker scientist, helped him escape and avoid death. Ever since then, he's survived on his own and has had his heart set on chasing what he believes is his destiny and proving the laboratory wrong to turn their back on him. (He has a habit of smoking and drinking though to cope with his feelings of rejection)
And that's Bandit's backstory! For his costume, as a kid he liked to watch older wild west films, and he feels inspired by the brave gunslingers he used to watch who would get revenge on the people who wronged them. That's why he dresses like a desperado. (When I designed him, I was actually obsessed with Clint Eastwood's films, so that played a major role in making him 🤭)
This is a VERY EARLY concept drawing I made of him when I first came up with his idea. I hated it so much so he's changed a lot 💀
This one is a sketch of what he might look like as a kid
And this is a drawing I made a while back when trying to make a wallpaper for my phone (I ended up just using it as a profile pic for Discord before making my current pic)
There's way more information I've yet to flesh out about him, but those are his basics! I'd really love to one day make a comic of his story or animate it, so you'll definitely be seeing more art of him. Thank you so much for showing interest in Bandit, I hope you enjoyed learning more about him 🫶
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Hello ! Could I request a scenario about rusty James where he’s been interested in reader for a quite a long time and it shows, (like for example he’s always around her, always flirting and very jealous when other boys talk to her….) and while she feels the same for him, she thinks he’s not serious about it and is just messing around with her like as if it was some sick bet made by his friends, so she’s trying her best to look unfazed and uninterested in him….it could be a bit angsty with a splat of insecurities and jealousy but at the end they kinda confess to each other (?) and it’s all good….hope this all is understandable sorry if it’s too much 😭💔
This is so cute my loveee <3 (Also this length is just PERFECT! I love when people send long requests with details, it gives me more visuals and I can achieve the goal better when people are specific. <3
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🍒 ;↣(You're not mean, you just wanna be seen. You're so Art Deco.)
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Rusty James didn't think he was mean.
In fact, he thought he was pretty nice compared to the other people around town.
Rusty got on the bus, and he just so happened to be the second person on the bus, aside from you.
He could've sat anywhere he wanted. And even if he wasn't the second person on the bus and didn't have much options of seats to choose from, he'd just beat the tar outa someone for it.
At least, that was your impression of him.
But he chose to sit right next to you.
Your breath stiffened as you paused your sketching. Starting to close your sketchbook before he started talking.
"What're you drawin'?" He asked, grabbing the book from your hands gently.
You stayed silent as he flipped through the pages carefully.
You were embarrassed and wanted to move seats as soon as possible.
You knew rusty James and he knew you. Y'all rode the same bus since kindergarten.
He looked through the detailed drawings of people that rode the bus with the two of you everyday, and stop signs that the bus came across at the end of every street.
"How come I ain't in here, huh?" He asked with a small smirk, his brown eyes looking deeply into yours.
You finally realised the question he asked and stuttered out an answer.
"U-uhm. I don't know. Just never thought about drawin' you I guess." You grabbed your sketchbook from his hands, putting it in your bag.
He nodded, knowing you were nervous.
Hell, he was just as nervous as you. He's always been like that around you, but never showed it.
Another person got on the bus, the doors drawing opening as the bus shook with every footstep.
"Hey Rusty. Hi Y/n, how was your weekend?" Steve asked you two, smiling ear to ear.
You really liked Steve. He was very kind, good grades and all. And you always wondered what he was doing hanging around with the mean dogs. Rusty James being one of them.
"Hi Steve, it was good. Yours?" You smiled back at him, giving him the same kindness.
"Mine was good. What about you rusty? Anything fun?"
Rusty shook his head, his hair waving back and forth as he did.
"Nah, man. Same old stuff." He leaned back against the seat that the two of you shared.
Steve went to go back to the front, where he usually sat, Rusty turning to look at you once he did.
"What about you, doll? Anything fun?" He smirked as you tried to ignore his ways of tempting you with his voice. His voice was one of a kind and you loved it so much, it was sickening.
"Nah. Just chilled all weekend. Smoked, watched TV, art. Nothin real special." You leaned your head against the window.
He perked up slightly as he heard you mention drinking and smoking.
"Wow, man. All these years that I've known you, my love. I've never heard of you being a smoker." He got closer with every word, his breath hitting your neck slightly, the air on your neck making you shiver as it tickled, before you pushed him away gently.
"Alright Rusty James. You can cut the crap now. You can pretend you got what you wanted and go back to sit with your buddies." You said, putting your walkman on as you looked out the window.
His eyes flashed a hurt expression before going back to their regular stare. He got up, grabbing his backpack as he went to the front, his friends patting his back.
He ignored the attention from his buddies as he kept making glances at you the whole ride to school. The flirty gestures didn't stop when you two got to school either. He threw an arm over your shoulder, making your face turn a gentle pink as he showed off his smirk proudly.
"Rusty what are you doing?" You forced out.
"What, man? I can't walk my bestie to class? Isn't that what you girls want these days? A gentleman?" He says with a chuckle.
You rolled your eyes as you took his arm off your shoulder, only for him to do it again.
"You are no gentleman, Rusty James. And I am most certainly not your 'bestie'. So hit the road."
"Well i've known you since we were five. That has to count for somthin', ma." He said with a bright smile.
You scoffed.
"We've known a lot of people since they were 5. We are at school. And I am not 'Ma' to you. I have a name and you know it. So use it."
"Oh I can use it alright. Meet me in the bathroom, ma." He said jokingly.
You flicked his nose. He sucked his teeth before taking his arm from over your shoulder as he just walked beside you.
"Well at least let me walk you to class." He said with soft eyes.
You looked at him with a debating expression on your face, wondering if you should take the bait or not.
"You mess up Rusty James and I'm gonna kick your ass." You say before walking as he smiled again, knowing you gave in.
"Yes ma'am." He said, walking beside you.
The two of you walked through the crowded hallway, people giving you odd stares. A few of Rusty's friends walk up to him, doing a handshake before talking about skipping.
"Can't, Walkin' her to class." He said, holding onto your backpack so he didn't lose you in the crowd.
His friends let out a series of "What?" and "Her?" as they pointed to your figure.
"Rusty, i'm gonna be lete if you don't hurry. Mr Coplin don't play about being tardy. I'm already on my second strike." You said, trying to get him to start walking.
He shook his friends off, walking with you. He watched as your hair flowed over your shoulders as you tried to make it to class on time.
Luckily you did. Right on time.
"Thank you for the tour of the school. Now will you leave me alone?" You said, unpacking your bag.
"Hey man, Watch it I'm sensitive." He said, his hand touching his chest.
You roll your eyes before siting down at your desk.
"Alright. I'll see you at lunch, ma." He said, twirling your hair before running off into the hallway, leaving you in your own train of thought as you process what just happened.
You were so confused. He barely talked to you. The only memory of talking to him was in kindergarten when you let him use your crayons or let him share your sleeping mat during naptime when he lost his. You were deeply in love with him but you already knew that it was just some cruel, sick joke to him. Probably one that his friends talked him into.
Rusty walked through the hallway, saying "hey" to friends as he walked by to his class.
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It was lunch period and you sat down at a random table, taking out your packed lunch.
Which was just a sad sandwich that you made this morning, and some apple slices.
A boy sat next to you, starting to talk to you.
You weren't that interested in talking to him and you would've rather talked to Rusty about strippers and beer than talking about the war of 1812.
The kid was cut off by a hand tapping his shoulder.
"Hey. Hop up, man. I'm sittin' with her today." Rusty James said to him, before blowinng a kiss at you.
Rusty couldn't stand the sight of someone taking you from him and thinking it wouldn't be dealt with.
The kid rolled his eyes and left, his seat replaced by Rusty, looking through your sketchbook again.
He was in awe when he saw a new portrait of him.
"This me? Pretty cute, right?" He said smirking at you.
"If you say so." You laughed.
He gasped at you, making you laugh again.
"Come on. You know you think I'm cute."
You blushed before hiding it.
"Do I, though?" You smirk at him before getting up to go to the bathroom, Rusty following right behind you before pinning you to the wall gently.
"Rusty what is with you today? You have been so flirty and I don't get it. It's honstly starting to scare me." You say confused.
"Maybe because I like you, doll." He says, playing with your hair.
"Okay rusty you can drop it now. It's not funny anymore. I get the joke now." You said, not finding him playing with your emotions that funny anymore.
"What jo- you think i'm lyin, doll?" He said, leaning against the wall next to you.
"Well, I mean.. Yeah I do. The only time you've ever even talked to me was when I shared my stupid crayons and stupid sleeping mat in kingergarten." You snapped, not looking at him.
"Yeah and ever since I have been in love with you, huh? You believe that one? Because it's the truth." He said angrily.
You didn't look at him as you began to cry silently. You didn't understand why he was playing with your emotions like he was.
"Hey, man. I'm sorry for actin like that. Please look at me, doll." He said softer.
You hesitantly looked at him, only to be met with those beautiful brown eyes you knew.
"I don't know who told you I was lyin, but I'm not. I love you so much, doll." He said, finishing off his words with a passionate kiss, his hands getting tangled In your hair as you kissed back.
"Rustle James! My office now!" The principle yelled through the hallways.
"Alrigh alright! I'm comin'! Love ya doll." He said before pressing a kiss to your lips once more, then running off. Smarting off to the principle as he got onto him about something he's done.
"Yeah yeah. Whatever." He said before blowing you a kiss.
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I hope you like it! Also please do send more whoever you are because I LOVED this fic as you can tell I put my whole heart into it lol. <3
#rusty james x reader#rusty james#rumble fish#Rumble fish fanfic#Rusty James fanfic#x reader#x fem!reader#x female reader
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I don't ever send an ask, but I just NEED to say this to someone else
I have this friend who has an alcohol plug, and she wanted more alcohol but the three of us hanging out couldn't drive since we were drinking (me and two girls so a group of three girls)
She calls her friend to come get us and drive us to the alcohol store and when the car shows up omfg. 4 people already in the car that shit 5 max. It's small, and there is stuff everywhere in the backseat. Driver had his own seat, then the passenger had two small girls (16 and 15 who wear with 19 year Olds and dating) sitting on each other. The back seat had me and my friends and then a guy. It was insanely cramped.
Then we start driving, and the guy is like insanely speeding. Going 90 down a 45 right after we pass a cop. He can't stay in his lane. His friend on the back is yelling the whole time. It was just weird and so unsafe. He ran a very busy stop sign. This is all at like 1-2 in the morning.
We get to the alcohol store and everything's fine, when we leave though his fucking car breaks down. In gang territory in which the gang has "beef" with the guys in the car. The car was fucking smoking and then was the only time we figured out the car was a shit box and we were kind of fucked. A car pulls up on the opposite side of the street from us and just sits and watches us while the car is trying not to overheat. When we go to leave, that car starts and the pulls up right next to us and just stares at me!
We got to a gas station to let the car chill, and that was when I found out that the driver had never driven before. Ever.
The only reason we didn't Uber was because three girls, one drunk as hell, ubering at 2am does not seem like a good idea.
When we go back to my house, the guy speeds past cops and idk how we didn't get pulled over. He missed a cop until I pointed it out and saved literally everyone.
Oh, and the guy that was in the back (owner of car who was drunk and very high) was yelling and arguing the whole time. He eventually moved to passenger, so 5 girls had to fit in the back, or one of us was being ditched. We fit all of it there, but it was very cramped. I'm just glad I'm okay. It wasn't the worst thing I've done, but it's kind of up there. I should have driven even though I had some alcohol.
Very sketch and do NOT recommend. My friend was crying on my lap, and I felt so bad.
Can I be 😀 anon if that's not taken? I need someone to share my stories with if that's okay lol
holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.
so many red flags??? i am so glad you’re okay?!!!
tbh the biggest yuck are the 19 year olds dating a 15 & 16 year old. bestie that’s so scary i can’t 😭😭
i was always the plug so i never needed one and if this is what y’all gotta go thru… thank GAWD. im actually in shock at this story… it had every thing.
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Shame, shame, shame
From @missarchivistdoodles ’s story [[WARNING: BATTERY LOW]]
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Thoughts under cut
Aaaaaa the new chapter was so good 😭😭 I read this scene and immediately knew I had to draw it
I feel like I maybe strayed a little into emo kid vibes but at the same time you can tear nail polish-wearing Popup from my cold, dead hands so yk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ It was worth it haha
Another hard balance to strike was program vs person. Chapter two of Deltarune blurred that line a lot with it’s characters. I didn’t really get to explore any of those aesthetics with Choice because we wanted to keep consistent designs but it’s always fascinated me when characters mention brushing their teeth, having hair distinct from their bodies, or changing clothes. The clothes were especially interesting so I tried to capture a vibe very different from the uniform the addisons wear in-game. I balanced that out with geometric features, audio input ports in the neck (because that detail in chapter one was very distinct to me /pos), and eye shines reminiscent of cameras. Of course the characters are software rather than hardware so I tried to keep it subtle. Also the cigarette being ambiguously electronic-looking despite being a normal one and the glitched smoke.
Popup’s characterization this chapter was incredible. He’s pretty consistently put up a front of this very flat, perfect, caring individual. Every interaction he’s had has been him looking out for his brothers, from what if I recall correctly was his first line if dialogue when he offered to promote Spam. Under it all, though, it comes from and is fueled by both genuine desire to help and self-loathing. The raw guilt when he was talking about the fight was immaculate. Also just thinking about how such a large portion of his life was devoted to this caretaker role just by default is truly ;-;
Also I always title drawings with lyrics but Alien Blues has been consuming my brain for the last two days so this is what you get
Anyways as a bonus for sitting through my rambles, alt version and sketch!
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