I (horribly) attempted to try and draw MM characters in one of my favorite art styles, which is Soonkki’s, who created the webtoon: Cheese in the Trap. I’m very influenced by their style, especially with how I draw eyes and expressions. So yeah, when I was playing through Zen and Jumin’s route, I can’t help but see some parallels between some MM characters and CiTT, so I’ve been wanting to try and draw them in Soonkki’s style for a while… but I kind of… butchered it lmao.
like srsly he’s so smol and he wears those big jackets and hoodies which he thinks make him look all gangsta but they just swallow him up and hang off his shoulders and give him sweater paws and he pulls the blanket over himself in such a futile attempt it’s a.d.o.r.a.b.l.e and he’s like loud and laughy and lowkey argues with his mum but he genuinely understands where she’s coming from and considers her perspective, he doesn’t sell off his sibling’s secrets and helps keep her out of trouble not once but repeatedly, it’s so nice to see both of them having each others back, and he genuinely cares about his baby sister and just wants her to be happy and he’s just like omg you like yousef imma tease you abt it but when he sees her being so worked up over the whole issue he tries to help her out like dw yousef’s my best man and he’s just so gentle and brotherly abt it I cannot it is just ahhhhhhh and like the way he keeps craning to see her expression cuz he’s concerned and the way he doesn’t want her to be sad cuz that makes him sad too is such a big brother lame but cute antic god I just want a brother so bad being an only child sucks can he please just adopt me and sit next to me on the sad swingset in my back yard and give me concerned brotherly advice and hugs
I had SO MUCH FUN writing this. I may or may not have done the work I was supposed to do today but I regret nothing. Sorry if it sucks. Thank you to the Anon who requested, and feel free to shoot me some requests! Hope you like it!
I love my best friend, I really do, but I am feeling increasingly less affectionate towards him as today progresses. I get that he’s Luke Hemmings, ooh aah, but I don’t think requesting one day of his time is too much. We were supposed to meet up at 11, and its currently 2 pm and there’s no sign of Luke. Now I’m little mad, because I remember
him mentioning that we were supposed to head to the venue around 3, which means
he has officially blown off our entire day together. I grab a cab and head for
the venue, because I’ll honestly take whatever time I can get with him. I walk
up to the ticket counter and flash my backstage pass. I make my way to the
backstage and pull on the handle…but its locked? I try it again, but to no
avail. I’m officially mad. First he blows me off, and then he clearly forgets to
tell the guards that I’m coming. Great. I sit on the edge of the sidewalk
outside the door, even though its cold, wet, and windy as hell. I’m so angry
that my entire face is hot. After an hour of freezing my ass off outside, I’m
about to leave, but I hear a familiar voice call my name. “Y/N? Y/N is that
you?” I look up to see Luke and Calum walking towards me, and I feel my anger
build all over again. Luke goes in for a hug but I duck under his outstretched
arm and go for Calum instead. I hug Calum tightly, burying my face into his
chest and squeezing my eyes shut. I feel him hug me back after a second, and
his body vibrates with an awkward chuckle. “Uh, okay. Hey there Y/N.” He says. “Hi
Calum,” I reply softly, my voice muffled by his jacket. I stand like that for
way too long, and I don’t bother to move until I hear Luke clear his throat
loudly. “When you’re done smothering Calum, we can go in.” I raise my head and
give Luke a dirty look before turning back to Calum. “Yeah, it’s cold. Let’s go.”
I grab Calum’s hand and pull him towards the door, snatching the keys from Luke
on my way. “Oh. Oh okay.” Calum says softly, allowing me to pull him along. I
grip Calum tightly as we walk down the long hallway, asking him questions to
keep him talking and keep Luke quiet. I glance back, and Luke looks angrier
than I’ve ever seen him before. I hear Michael and Ashton’s voices coming from
an open door, but I feel a hand grab me before I can follow Calum into the
room. I turn and face Luke, and his blue eyes are full of fire. “What the fuck was that?” Luke growls. “Since when
are you so excited to see Calum?” I glare at him, not saying a word. “Really? Not
going to say anything, huh?” he prompts, but I still stay quiet. Luke scoffs
and paces back and forth, running his hand through his hair. “You know what? I’m
kind of offended, Y/N. I haven’t seen you in months and your way of
greeting me was clinging to my best mate like a magnet. It was like I didn’t even
exist. I had no idea that you liked Calum that much. Honestly I
thought you’d be a little bit excited to see me.” He says angrily. My nostrils
flare and I feel my ears heat up from my built-up anger. “You’re mad? Seriously?
We were supposed to meet up today at fucking 11 am and you forgot!” I yell back. “Not only did you forget, but you didn’t bother to text me back or return my
calls! What, is it so hard to send a fucking text message Luke? Really??” I’m so angry that my hands are shaking. “And to top it all off, I had sit outside freezing my ass off because you
forgot to tell the guards I was coming! So please tell me again how angry you
are that I was more excited to see Calum than I was to see you.” Luke’s eyes
are wide now, and I’m guessing he only just realized that we had made plans. “Yeah,
yup. We had plans buddy!” I scoff and laugh humorlessly. I wait for him to say something,
but he’s silent, simply staring at his feet. “Do you like him?” he asks softly. I think I must’ve
misheard him. “What?” I ask. “Do you like Calum?” he asks again. “Oh my god
Luke! This isn’t even about Calum! This is about you and your obvious lack of
consideration! Did it even occur to you as to why I’m so mad about this? I don’t
remember making plans to spend my day with Calum today, I made the plans with you
goddammit! I c-“ Luke grabs my face and smashes his lips onto mine, shutting me
up. “I’m sorry.” He whispers. I swallow hard and take a deep breath. He surprised
me, and I wasn’t sure how to react. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” He says,
kissing my cheek and grinning widely. I grin back, and suddenly realize how beautiful his smile is. "Yeah? Well you’ve got a lot of making up to do, Hemmings.”
Just Another Tuesday on Camp Half-Blood (or, Nico’s Sugar-Induced-Extravaganza)
I know most of you probably think of Brazil as Christ the Redeemer, beautiful forests, Girl From Ipanema and samba/carnival, but do you even know what brigadeiro is? Lmao
Paolo can speak English here for plot reasons. Constructive criticism is welcome!
(Nico di Angelo/Will Solace, humor/fluff, general audiences, 1,351 words.)
Will knew something was wrong the moment he saw Nico bouncing to meet him in the infirmary, where he’d been taking care of boring paperwork with only his siblings making him company.
Nico didn’t bounce. He certainly did not jump around the camp with a content smile plastered on his face, as he was doing now.
He most definitely did not run and hug Will without a reason, much less this publicly.
Will was frightened.
“Hi!” Nico shouted happily. “I ate brigadeiro!”
Will dimly noted that Paolo entered the infirmary and was running toward them, frowning. He also noticed how fast Nico’s heart was beating, but that could be from the running sprint. Still…
“Is that a drug?”
“No, it’s a dessert!” Nico explained, then got out the hug so he could look at Will. His eyes were huge, pupils slightly dilated, and he had a firm grip on Will’s shoulders. “Will, it’s wonderful! And it’s so easy to make! We could eat that everyday!”
“Hm. I doubt that, honey.”
Nico frowned as Paolo reached them.
“I don’t like honey. Or corn.” He mumbled, but by now Will was looking at Paolo, silently demanding an explanation.
“Will, hey. Listen, I think your boyfriend might have had way too much sugar? He ate, like, half a can of condensed milk, and ate almost all the brigadeiro.”
“The dessert.” Will said, dubious that a food could turn Nico into this.
“Yeah, man. It’s harmless, I swear. I just wanted to introduce a little bit of Brazilian culture to camp.”
Nico’s eyes widened and he gasped, shaking Will by the shoulders.
“Will! If we move to Brazil we can eat that everyday!”
“We can’t speak Portuguese, Nico.” Will reminded him, very patient.
“We don’t need Portuguese to eat.” Nico complained, and Will chose not to reply. He just breathed in very deeply, weighing his options.
“…Okay. Okay. I’m gonna put some water in your organism, and then–”
“No!” Nico whined, and it shut Will up. Nico didn’t whine. Or… pout like this. What was even happening? “I’m so full, I can’t drink anything right now.”
A second later, Nico straightened his back, his eyes wide and bright at whatever idea he’d just had.
“Will!” Nico whispered, then kissed him, his eyes only half-closed. He tasted like milk chocolate.
Will could hear his siblings yelling “woohoo!” and wolf-whistling in the background; undoubtedly, Nico could hear them too, but his boyfriend didn’t seem to mind for once.
This was it. Nico had to be stopped; Will pushed his boyfriend away.
“Hm, lo– Neeks.” He cleared his throat, rummaging his mind for any good ideas. “Uh, let’s… Let’s go to the Hades cabin, yeah? I’ve been meaning to, uh–”
“Will.” He drawled out. “I know what you’ve been meaning to do.”
Nico hadn’t said it in a quiet voice either, no. He had said it loud enough that Austin and Kayla stopped whatever they were doing and an uncomfortable silence followed.
Shit shit shit.
Rationally speaking, Will knew no one actually thought they were going to do anything other than a kiss on the lips, at most. The entire camp was aware they were probably the chastest couple in history (they were fifteen, for Apollo’s sake!), and that Nico would murder anyone who dared spread false rumors.
But, well, Nico wasn’t exactly himself right now, was he?
And if any rumor reached either Jason or Reyna (or Hazel), Will could start saying farewell to life and deciding what would be engraved on his tombstone.
“Hm–” Will was torn between trying to explain that that was not what Nico meant or throwing his boyfriend over his shoulder and running away from camp forever.
The second option sounded more and more tempting by the minute.
And then Nico threw his hands in the air and yelled:
Okay, Will had to take him out of here before any more of his nerdiness was revealed or Nico would kill him later. He gave a pointed glare toward Kayla and Austin, who promptly tried to pretend their laughter were coughing fits instead.
Only Nico was fooled.
“Are you okay?” He asked them, frowning. “Maybe you should go see a doctor.”
“They’re fine, Neeks.” Will mumbled, scowling at them one last time before turning back to his boyfriend. “Let’s go.”
“Hey, ho. Let’s go!” Nico started singing, and Will gently dragged him by the arm toward the door. Paolo, who’d been fidgeting, moved out of their way and shot them an apologetic look, but Will would only be able to forgive him after Nico was fine, so he didn’t bother responding.
In one hour, Nico did more than he usually did in a day.
He decided he wanted to climb the lava wall (”I’m gonna fight it, Will. I’m gonna win.”), so he did just that and did a victory dance afterward. Will had never want to record something so badly in his life, but the moment he saw Sherman lifting a camera, he ran and literally kicked the bastard’s ass, confiscating the object.
Sherman, in a rare wise moment, decided not to argue against the person who patched him up almost daily.
Nico kissed him a lot, as well. It felt as good as it was worrying, because Nico usually wasn’t prone public displays of affection. His eyes started watering when Will pushed him away, though, and it was as if all his energy had been sucked away all of sudden, so Will proposed kisses on the cheek for now and it appeased them both.
Nico also had the sudden desire to listen to music out loud, so they went to the thankfully empty Apollo cabin and put Ramones on the speakers. Nico danced (or simply bounced) until he fell face first on the bed, right beside where Will was sitting, promptly giggling and mumbling it was a comfortable place.
He was asleep within a minute, and Will finally allowed himself to sigh and chuckle a little. He knew Nico was adorable, but today had simply been too much.
In a few minutes, he had Nico under a blanket and was caressing his silky hair. The doctor side of him told him to get up and get some water for when his boyfriend woke up. The rest of him ignored that.
Now, Will would never say this out loud (mostly because it would always sound creepy, no matter what words he used), but he loved feeling Nico sleep (…see? Creepy.), in the sense that he could feel his heart beating and the way all his muscles relaxed.
Nico was peaceful, whole, alive, and getting well-deserved rest when he was sleeping. What was there not to love?
Will only wished it was nighttime already so he could sleep until morning. If he took a long nap in the afternoon, he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep later and would risk staying up all night.
So after an hour and a half of wishing he could take a nap even with the sun up, Will gently poked him awake.
“Neeks? Neeks, it’s time to wake up, man.”
“Hey, sweetheart. You awake yet?”
“Don’t call me sweetheart.” Nico mumbled without opening his eyes.
Ah, he was awake alright, and back to being annoyed at and inconvenienced by most things. Will smiled.
“You know, I was thinking. Okay, we can’t move to Brazil, maybe we can have our honeymoon there. What do you think?” Will said, seemingly nonchalant, and watched, delighted, as Nico’s face shifted into poorly concealed confusion and panic (mostly panic), then realization.
Will could see the faintest hint of a blush in his boyfriend’s face before he hid it in the mattress and groaned out loud, the sound pained. He knew Will would never let go of his sugar-induced-extravaganza. Good.
Will just laughed.
Needless to say, Nico’s sugar rush was the perfect advertisement for the Brazilian dessert, which ended up being a success in both Camps, even though Will never let anyone (especially his boyfriend) eat too much of it again.
“Dean,” you whispered. He looked up at you from the lore book in front of him, his green eyes boring into yours.
“What’s up sweetheart?” he asked, reaching for his glass of whiskey on the table. You watched him swirl the amber liquid in his glass before downing the rest, his adams apple bobbing as he swallowed.
“Can we take a break?” you inquired. Your eyes were tired, your were starving and you had the worse headache from reading for the last five hours. You wanted nothing more than to eat a good juicy burger and to curl up on the couch watching Dean’s favourite western. Who cared about research?
“What kind of break are we talking?” he winked, implying just that. You shook your head and for the first time a smile rose on your lips.
“Food, and maybe a movie?” you grinned.
“You want me to make you dinner and then cuddle with me afterwards?” He smirked and you shook your head. You wanted nothing more than to be in his arms.
“I need a hug, Dean,” you frowned, giving him your best puppy dog eyes.
“Do you now?” he raised his eye brow. “You want to feel my arms wrapped around you, holding you to my body nice and snuggly?” You nodded your head. You felt kind of stupid. You were a badass hunter who could knock anything on the ground with ease and here you were practically seconds away from begging him to put his arms around you. You looked down on the table, slightly ashamed of yourself right now. “Sweetheart?” You looked up to see Dean standing next to you, a small smile on his lips as he held his hand out for you to take.
The second your hand touched his, he pulled you up to a stand position before immediately wrapping his strong arms around you. You practically melted into his arms, burying your face in the crook of his neck. You could smell the strong scent of his cologne, mixed with gunpowder and his leather jacket. He smelled like home.
“Sometimes I need a hug too,” he assured you, kissing the top of your head.
“ I like the idea of Brett Anderson and I’m not worried too much about the music. I like his jackets, his haircut, the things he says and the fact he looks like a rent boy from King’s Cross. And I like the bags underneath his eyes. He’s quite literate and he thinks, y’know? ”