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joyfullynervouscreator · 7 years

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Shirts and Science Teachers

Based on an imagine from @imaginexhobbit submitted by @hiccuplovver: Imagine the Dwarves giving you a spare shirt to sleep in and them being different sizes.

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Well, you got past the screaming in terror – it took a while, but you were proud that you hadn’t passed out like the poor unfortunate Dwarf you’d landed on. Yes, Dwarf. You had rather given up on making sense of where you were, but these small people were definitely not humans. You’d landed on one who looked a bit like the very unfortunate pictures you’d once seen of your dad – complete with bowl-cut hair and decked out in knitwear.

He had braids and a beard, which your 8-year-old father had not sported, but otherwise the resemblance was uncanny. At least he had provided a soft landing, your thoughts informed you, in that sort of detached way you can talk to yourself when you’re in shock. For instance, if you had landed on the bald Dwarf, your thoughts continued as you stared dumbly at the collection of – you wished you could believe they were cosplayers – Dwarves, you’d probably have gotten badly hurt. On the other hand, he looked capable enough that he might have caught you, another thought piped up. You winced, rubbing your bum. As if it wasn’t bad enough that you’d landed on a Dwarf, when you missed a step on your run, they were all staring at you in a way that made you feel naked. Scowling at the blonde one who was closest – with a braided moustache he definitely didn’t have grounds to judge anyone’s attire… though he was a bit cute – you really wished it had been autumn instead of high summer this morning. A sports bra and shorts did not seem like adequate protection against the elements when the people around you – oh, god, look at the feet on that one! – were wearing several layers of clothes plus fur collars and massive boots – except the one with the feet, your brain wailed. Shivering, you rubbed your arms.

“Where you attacked, lass?” One of them looked like a non-Coca-Cola version of Santa Claus and smiled kindly at you. Your mouth opened and closed a few times, as you wondered whether you’d fallen and hit your head or perhaps someone had maced you with a hallucinogenic?

“You speak?” you asked, because your filter had taken a hiatus at the moment. The Dwarves frowned. You weren’t quite sure which one to watch, given that they all seemed armed – except the one with hairy feet, your brain piped up helpfully. Unfortunately, the Dwarves seemed to take offense, the bald one’s axes springing into his hands so quickly you wondered if it was magic. Taking two steps back, you bumped against someone a good bit taller than you were. A whimper escaped you. There were Dwarves here… who’s to say this dream wouldn’t also have giants? Craning you head back, you caught sight of grey cloth, following the fabric up up up to a long grey beard and a wrinkly face that seemed oddly familiar.

“There you are!” the very tall man – made no smaller by the pointy hat and, oh god, this was a bleedin' wizard! – smiled at you. Oddly enough, you relaxed slightly. Frowning quizzically, the wizard – you felt more than a little hysterical by now – moved you around to face him. “What are you wearing, child?” he asked. Suddenly, something in your mind went ding!

“Mr. Grey?” you boggled up at him. The wizard – Mr. Grey, your erstwhile science teacher– smiled.

“They call me Gandalf, here,” he said conspiratorially. An involuntary giggle escaped you.

“Where is here?” You idly wondered why you weren’t freaking out yet, but maybe this calm was simply the one that came before an epic storm. “Who are they,” you gestured at the collected Dwarves, who were still staring at you. You felt quite sure that cheeky blonde from before had been checking out your arse.

“This is a small project I’d like your help with,” Mr. Grey intoned solemnly as if that would avert the major eruption of temper you could feel building. “I remember you being quite good at track and field, and they need a guide as I am needed elsewhere.” Wait, what?! “Here’s the map, and I see you’re wearing your compass already,” he continued blithely. You were now regretting the unbreakable habit of strapping the small compass to your person every time you left the house. “Good luck!”

You could only stand there, frozen – figuratively and soon-to-be-literally you realised as night was coming fast – while Mr. Grey – Gandalf?? – mounted a large horse and rode off before you could manage any protest. Whirling, you stared at the group, who were staring back even as they had begun to make camp.

You fainted.

“Think she’s dead?” Someone said, while a thick finger prodded your side.

“Nah, just overwhelmed. The wizard did say the magic stuff was taxing, Fee,” someone else replied. Your hand snapped out, catching the fingers that had been poking you. Someone drew in a surprised breath. Feeling like your captive only remained so to humour you – he felt like he could have snapped your wrist with ease – you opened your eyes in a harsh glare. The blonde smiled at you, revealing dimples. You groaned. Of course, he had dimples too, as if the hair and the eyes weren’t enough. Then you caught sight of the braided beard again and you finally lost it.

“Oy, lads, let me through,” you heard, though the Dwarf hardly managed to drown out the sound of your own laughter. More thick hands probed, but this one was obviously just checking that you didn’t have a cracked skull, so you let him do as he pleased. The laughing fit eventually subsided. “How do you feel?” the Medic Dwarf asked, his voice gruff but kind. He felt trustworthy.

“Cold,” you admitted, slightly sheepish when you realised you were still holding the blonde’s hand, making him bend awkwardly over Medic-Dwarf’s shoulder, “sleepy.” You let go of blondie, who seemed far too relieved for your self-confidence. You hadn’t been running long enough to smell, and, again, these people had definitely gone a few days or more without soap, so he couldn’t judge. You scowled in his direction again, on principle, even though he didn’t see it, having turned away to speak with the dark-haired Curly-Dwarf.

“Right,” Medic-Dwarf got to his feet, the ear trumpet falling away from an ear that seemed larger than ears rightfully should be. His grey and white beard was even more fantastically braided than blondie’s, but medic-Dwarf could carry it off, you decided, feeling lethargic. “We need to find her something to wear before she gets hypothermia,” Medic-Dwarf continued. You nodded sleepily. That sounded like a plan.

“Anyone got a spare shirt?” a new voice barked, obviously used to having its questions treated as commands. The bustling told you he was being obeyed with alacrity, as you watched bemusedly as the Dwarves rooted through packs. “A clean shirt,” General-Dwarf barked, exasperated. You almost wanted to laugh again. Trying to sit up was a bad plan, you discovered, swaying dizzily. Santa-Dwarf caught your shoulder, effortlessly picking you up, which was a little impressive. He put you down on a collection of fur, which looked a lot like the cloak General-Dwarf had been wearing when you landed on Knitting-Dwarf.

A throat was cleared above your head. Looking up, you noticed Bald-Dwarf’s scowl as he held out a green shirt, a match to his own if you remembered right. Daylight was rapidly fading, making it hard to see. Smiling thankfully – it didn’t hurt to be polite, even if the Dwarf hadn’t been scary – you pulled the shirt over your head. The Dwarf laughed. Looking down at yourself, you joined him with a chuckle. Not only was the shirt big enough to be considered a dress on you, but the neck opening was so wide you wondered if you could get both shoulders through it.

“Not really my size,” you admitted. The temptation was too strong, and with a small wiggle, both your arms popped out of the shirt-cum-skirt.

“Aye, yer a wee lassie,” he rumbled. You blushed, feeling underdressed beneath his stare. Straightening your spine, you returned his measuring gaze with one of your own. Bald-Dwarf laughed again. “Keep it, lassie, can’t have you walking around in your underwear.” With a shrug, Bald-Dwarf went to sit beside Santa-Dwarf, who elbowed him none-too-gently and hissed something you didn’t catch. Obviously, Santa-Dwarf was his older brother, you thought, recognizing that combination of fondness and exasperation on his face common to all older siblings.

“Maybe one of mine?” Blondie was back. You resisted the urge to blush again when he smiled at you like you were pretty. Pretty naked, perhaps, your brain hissed, grabbing the blue shirt he was holding towards you. “I’m Fíli, by the way,” he said, with a slight bow. It looked so practiced you didn’t think he was mocking you.

“Y/N” you replied. He smiled, holding the bundle of fabric towards you once more. With a shrug, you pulled the shirt over your head, getting yourself tangled in the laces. Feeling overwhelmed by the events of the day, you wanted to cry, yanking at the fabric. “Hey, hey, relax,” Blondie – no, Fíli – said, and suddenly your head popped through the right opening. The shoulders were still too wide for your frame, but at least this shirt couldn’t double as a sleeved skirt. “There, all better.” He murmured. You nodded tiredly. Swaying on your feet, you yawned.

“Put her in one of the bedrolls, Fíli,” Medic-Dwarf said, passing by on his way to the fire. “I don’t like the blue tinge to her lips.”

“Yes, Óin,” Fíli acquiesced and suddenly you found yourself being carried again, until he had put you down on some sinfully warm furs, covering you with the equally warm cloak.

Your eyes closed.

Follow-up: Names

#hobbit imagine #reader insert #Fili #Dwalin #Gandalf the science teacher #dwarf to the rescue #Cute #Fluffy

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synonymroll648 · 2 years

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So scioly season is starting up and wait that isn't even why i found that

So in chem we had a lab and my lab partner was trying to send me the pictures for it (the reason why above is because i found this out while we were both at scioly and my brain decided to just store that i stead of what actually happened)

And i was checking my google drive and found nothing so i went and searched and i found some old scioly schedules that i created in google sheets to keep track of things

Now my usage of google sheets for my fedex scioly au makes a lot more sense and i think my need to research something is because i might just be like that.

bro i wish i knew how to use google sheets. that platform is a mystery to me smh. but i'm glad you found something that works for you!! it's great when things work :)

#if this is a lackluster response blame that on how i am tired from wakesurfing for the first time in 2 weeks in 60 something degree water #with a tighter wetsuit than i'm used to. first time i crashed i was literally like 'wait hold on how the fuck do i BREATHE'#but i got used to it. and got tired twice as fast as normal smh #i am now braindead. and want to sleep. which is bad because i still have to finish an assignment before school starts up tomorrow #ask #squishmallow36 #OH THAT ALSO REMINDS ME. I ASKED MY SCIENCE TEACHER WHAT HER SQUISHMALLOW AXOLOTL'S NAME WAS #AND SHE SAID SHE'D NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT IT BEFORE BUT NAMED THEM GANDALF THE PINK (because her actual axolotl is Gandalf the White)#idk why i kept caps lock on for that but it's fine. yeah so i hope that answers your question?? of whether or not it was an archie axolotl?#but i'm pretty sure it was originally an archie axolotl

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spencereidsconverse · 3 years

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modern lotr AU:

gimli: junior, bi, metal/wood shop, literally always making something, the school gave up on trying to get him in trouble for making knives 10 phone calls home ago, the principal has a dagger he made but don't tell anyone

legolas: junior, gay, dating aragorn, theater gay, started an archery team at the school since it's his special interest, aragorn calls him elf boy because of his oddly pointy ears, seems uptight but is a stoner (they all are but, ya know, legolas is the only one that really surpises people), autistic

aragorn: junior, bi, dating legolas, on the soccer team, plays bass in a band with boromir, merry, and pippin, has a collection of almost a thousand cds, his house has a large basement so it's the designated chill spot, always has headphones and stim toys/fidgets on hand for his ND friends

boromir: senior, bi, on the soccer team with aragorn, plays guitar in the band, takes the Chaos Cousin's ™ under his wing, really really good cook, hosts dinner parties when he finds new recipes, everybody loves them and there's never an empty seat

merry: sophomore, pan, art kid, really really good at watercolor painting, plays the drums in the band, has adhd, enters his paintings in local art contests, spends a lot of time at frodos

pippin: sophomore, pan, ace, choir kid, is in a fencing club outside of school, sings in the band, also has adhd, he and merry are attached at the hip, can't cook to save his life

sam: sophomore, bi, dating frodo, gardening club, taking an environmental science college course next year, plays soccer with aragorn, also carries headphones and stim toys/fidgets for ND friends, bakes for when the group smokes together

frodo: sophomore, gay, trans, dating sam, tech crew for theater, writes poetry and short stories for fun, is always trying to bring back disco, autistic, special interest is medieval poetry, called aragorn mom once as a joke now most of the friend group does it

faramir: junior, pan, poly, dating eowyn and eomer, skipped a year in elementary, ceramics student, he makes mugs for all the staff + little creatures for gandalfs classroom

eowyn: junior, bi, poly, dating faramir and arwen, on the varsity volleyball team, wants to be captain next year, in the gardening club with sam, fences with frodo

arwen: junior, lesbian, dating eowyn, bffs with her gfs other partner, her, faramir, and eomer are a chaotic trio, plays baseball, on tech crew with frodo

eomer: junior, bi, dating faramir, photography club, makes sure the dumbest photos of his friends get in the yearbook, plays football

galadriel: lesbian, history teacher, makes tea for students, it's how she lets them know she's in their corner, written several books, teaches the fencing class that frodo and eowyn are in, started the schools GSA

gandalf: english teacher, gay, non binary, everyone's favorite teacher, little trinkets on every surface of their classroom, shelves upon shelves of books for students to read, has a sensory room set up in an unused closet built off the classroom, it's rumored they're knighted in england

radom extra headcanons:

-they all go to each other's extra curricular activities events

-frodo moved in with thorin and bilbo after his parents unexpectedly passed

-merry and pippin do firework shows with gandalf in the summertime and on new years eve

-bilbo is a guest speaker every year in gandalfs class

-thorin is the metal shop teacher (he also owns several of gimlis "contraband creations")

-faramir does haircuts for people who can't go to hair salons, free of charge

-all of them run on caffeine, all the workers at their favorite cafe know them by name and know their orders by heart

-the Chaos Cousin's ™ skateboard and tried to teach frodo but he ended up in the hospital with a broken foot and wrist. never again.

-legolas, aragorn, and boromir are the only ones who can drive so they take everyone everywhere

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bambiebaee · 2 years

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What type of character would you be? - pick a card

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helloooo, guys!! how are you? i want to present you a new PAC about what type of character would you if you were in a book, movie, any story actually. it was made for entertainment purposes, but i think character you get may represent either actual you or those aspects of yourself you suppress or don’t have an ability to express.

now, choose one picture using your intuition and scroll to your reading. remember, this is a general reading, so take what resonates ;)

Pile 1

cool af main hero. guys, you definitely have this main character vibes to you, even if you were a side character you would steal the spotlight lmao. i see you as a protagonist of the story. strong, brave, confident, smart, outstanding, literally has-it-all type that kicks everyone’s asses and ALWAYS wins. okay, you are so powerful and hot, pile 1☠️. as a protagonist i associate you with Kitniss from Hunger Games, Geralt from Rivia, Merida, Shrek..? okay, i am not so good with giving examples🫠 your character is mostly concerned on building a safe and comfortable reality for themselves, they don’t want to get in troubles, but they definitely won’t avoid them. they can literally solve them in a matter of minutes so what’s the problem🙄 i see your character just sitting there sipping their tea right after beating the main boss lmao. i think all they need is a peaceful life, but according to the laws of the genre they are always the only one that can “save this world”. your character is also super independent, and prefer to work alone, they don’t need nor company nor partner. people never remain indifferent to them, someone loves them, someone hates them, someone envies them, and someone wants to be them. you would also have someone who wants to be a part of your team that follows you everywhere and probably annoy you (think of shrek and donkey☠️). if it a romance story you would be someone who has LOTS of admirers but don’t want none of them. you are so free-spirited and cool, you want to go study science, battle, travel, building a career, so what marriage??but in a teen drama you would definitely be that bad b*tch aka Maddy, i think i don’t even have to explain why. so, that’s you as a character, but what about real life? you can either be all these but in a more lighter form, or this is someone you would like to be, huh? you definitely have this free-spirited nature to you, but you may feel like someone or something is burdening you. and guess what? the only person who burdening you is you, cause you’re limitless, honey. so, if there’s something you want, go for it. if destiny gives a chance for something, take a risk and go for it. I feel that you are extremely lucky people, believe in yourself and your abilities!

Pile 2

immortal wise magician. you know these type of characters that appears from nowhere tells something to the mc and then go.. umm, where do they go? nobody knows, they just disappears and keep chilling in their castle, forest, apartment or where on earth they live☠️ That’s actually my favourite type, i would like to be one of them personally. Characters that first came to my mind that are similar to yours are Gandalf and Dumbledore. you don’t have to be old man, of course, i think every story have this character who appears at the right moment, gives the protagonist a hint (usually a set of words that has yet to be solved) and continues to observe what is happening from the side. this is usually a strange friend of the protagonist, a school teacher, a witch, a fairy or a simple passer-by (who in the end may turn out to be almost the god of this world). but I'm almost 100% sure that you would live in a fantasy world and be a magician, you know. in general, your character is a kind of hermit who devotes all his time to studying something and seems to know everything in the world, he is bored and needs entertainment, and at such moments they appear in the life of the main characters. oh, i also think your character could very well be the one who tripled the chaos around the world because of boredom lmao. your character likes to test others as well as teach other people things. I think they can be very funny, sarcastic and witty. they are definitely lazy, but when somebody needs they help they are always there (because if not, then the world will most likely turn upside down, and it will no longer be possible to be lazy). that’s your character. as i said before it may be exaggerated version of you or a part of your nature you can’t express. if it is second option i think you may have problems with, ummm, finding listeners? like, you’re definitely very intelligent and unique person who knows A LOT, but you may feel like nobody understands you, maybe your friends don’t share your interests or don’t listen to what you tell them. it could happen in the past and now you don’t share your thoughts and ideas at all. but i sincerely feel that you are so freaking cool and interesting, i would like to be friends with you, group 2. you should definitely express yourself through your throat chakra, you have a natural talent for it, so do not be afraid to speak out, there will always be people who will support you and share your ideas!!

Pile 3

charismatic villain (or antihero) everybody loves. oooh, you guys would be really dangerous to be around. every story has an antagonist, but not all of them as great as yours. your character is unprincipled, they go over the heads to achieve their goals and successfully achieves them. they are mired in their own crimes, but they feel at home in it like a fish in water. they do not hide their identity and do not try to deceive anyone, they are absolutely sincere in their intentions, and this is how they inspire people, they have many followers and probably there is a so-called henchman next to them. this is one of those villains with a sad backstory. life has disappointed and broken them many times and eventually turned them from a good knights into ones who are ready to go against the whole world and take the side of the so-called "evil". the boundaries of the world have been erased for this character, and what others perceive as atrocities, for them it is likely that what has surrounded them since childhood and killed all human feelings in them. your character strives for power and appreciation. they want the whole world to recognize them and follow them. very often your character acts immature, they are short tempered and impulsive, but also brave, confident and bold, they do not care what others think, they have themselves and that’s enough. they don't trust anyone because their trust has been betrayed way too many times. they have a goal and they go to it. by any means. your character is also extremely charismatic. people are ready to follow them, and in their story, I think they are much more popular than the main character that is.. powerful. honestly, if it describes you i am kind of scared☠️ but if it something that you suppress in yourself, honey, are you okay? do you feel like you are being mistreated by others? you feel underestimated and want to prove everybody they are wrong? have been heartbroken and betrayed? i sense this strong desire to prove that you’re enough, that you deserve it, that you are not what others think of you. you may bottle up your emotions a lot, you don’t speak up for yourself, all these words and emotions that you don’t let out hurt you. please, if you are doing so, stop. you don’t need to prove anything to anyone, you have yourself and this is the main thing, start accepting and taking care of yourself, find this harmony inside, and don’t let negative emotions and thoughts fill you, let them out, learn to deal with this in a healthy way. I believe in you!!

that’s the reading. i hope you enjoyed it. it turned out kind of weird and chaotic i think, but i really liked making this PAC. i actually consider making part 2, so let me know if you want to see it. have an amazing day/night or whatever! (*^ω^*)

#free readings #free tarot #pac #pac tarot #pick a card #pick a picture #pick a pile #tarot reading #tarorcards #tarotblr #tarotcommunity #tarot witch #witchblr #cartomancy

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celeste-clearwater-06 · 3 years

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High School AU!! Headcanons!! (The Hobbit//LOTR)

Let me just start off by saying... SOMEONE, PLEASE DO A SERIES OF THESE, BECAUSE I'M TOO LAZY-

Let's begin, shall we?? And get the boring headcanons over with!!!

In this 🌟 canonical 🌟Universe, you (Reader) attend a new School after moving a few towns over, and end up here

To kick off these headcanons, I'd prefer the Races/Species to all stay the same!!

That means YES, there ARE hobbits, elves, dwarves, etc!!!

(And you, can be whatever race you choose 👌)

I also find peoples OC's so cute!! The main characters and you are NOT the only people who attend this school, so if you have OC ideas, please share!!! 💜💜

You're also a very well known student, that everyone knows by name!!

Some of our older characters would be teachers

So, Gandalf, Bilbo, Balin, Elrond, you get the gist

Bilbo, I think, would undoubtedly be either a History teacher, or librarian at the least!!

He's got such extensive knowledge of maps and books, so the job would be perfect 💜

Celeborn and Galadriel as the principles, Gandalf runs the guidance Office and Elrond as the school Counselor 💙💙

They may also have some sparring or self-defense classes as well!!

Obviously, it's high school, so we're still going to include some of the stereotypes...

however, I'll try not to make them too adamant, because I want to get each character as close as possible!!

Clubs, Sports, and Extracurriculars are a MUST 📚

Art club, book club, agricultural sciences, FFA, all that jazz 🙌

(most of these include American classes, so lemme know if you want a class that we might not have, included!!)

Jocks would probably include some of our more "hardy" or athletically inclined people (Legolas, Gimli, Fili & Kili, Aragorn, Eomer)

Maybe some "techies" or nerds (Merry, Faramir, Lindir)

And of course the popular kids 🙄✋ (Boromir, Legolas, Nori, Eomer, Pippin)

And although we love our heroes, I feel strongly that Orcs and villains would also attend this high school

This includes Sauron!! He's the schools biggest Senior bully 🔥

And the 3 trolls, each in a different grade

Really quick, here's a tier list that I created!! The top 3 that were cut out are Balin, Dori, and Radagast, (in that order)

This one is for Clubs, Sports, and other high-school-cliches that I felt need be included

Now, I feel that some of these characters belong in more than one category, but I put them in what best seemed fit

Just imagining some of the school memories being made makes me so happy

So now onto the FUN HEADCANONS

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Imagine Cheering on Legolas at football games 🥴 💚

Studying in the library with Frodo and Lindir 📖 🌹

Stupid class presentations and group projects with Merry and Pippin 💀

Passing notes with Eowyn and Arwen about crushes 📝

Maybe learning the great History of Middle earth in Mr. Baggins class!!

Speaking of which, Bilbo's just a tired old gay teacher, please just leave him alone 😩

GOING TO PROM, ISTG-- 🤭💜

CAN YOU IMAGINE??

Getting all fancied up for a school dance with your friends//partner 😩✋

And we ALL know the things that teachers do when they ship students 🙄💜

Yeah, Balin always makes sure to sit you and your future husband/ wife together

And Gandalf always stopping by in the classes or at lunch and subtly dropping hints...

(The Romance Grandpas™ 👀, if you don't understand, just read this... 💜)

BOMBUR IS #1 LUNCH LADY

Galadriel being EVERYONE'S favorite principal, no questions asked!!

Denethor is the creepy Janitor because WE CAN NOT STAND HIM 😒

Finding 'Boromir was here' scratched onto the tops of desks and Bathroom stalls

Thorin is the annoyingly hot and athletic Football (American) Coach-

Girls and boys whispering to each other about how HOT Aragorn be looking today 👀

This is a personal preference, but I think accents and long hair should definitely stick around!!

Maybe with the exception of pulling hair up into man-buns and ponytails 😩💜

Also, definitely modern clothes

Because DAYUM, the hobbits with their own aesthetic??? Yes???

*insert Kidcore pippin* 👀👀👀

GOTH FARAMIR, -- 🖤💜🖤

Cottage Core TAURIEL...

BOFUR DRESSES UP AS THE SCHOOL MASCOT (which is coincidentally a green dragon)

I have so many more ideas, but not enough time, so if you'd like a part two, just let me know!!

Not all of these are totally accurate, but what I felt strongly about!! If you have another idea, just disagree respectfully and share!!!

And if you'd like to use these for a story or series, just tag me so I can read them!!! I LOVE reading those!!!

Please share and reblog if you like!!! 💜

TY lovelies!! 💜💜

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People that I think would enjoy this...

@luna-xial @rowandor @tolkien-fantasy @ineffablebean @trxblemaker @kumqu4t @celestialxplanet @legolaslovely

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lonesilverw0lf · 2 years

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Miraculous School AU Idea!

I’ve been sitting on this for God knows how long, and just now have gotten around to posting it. Hello procrastination my old friend~

I really don’t have any real inclination to write this, but if anyone does all I ask is that you tag me so I can read it.

This is a kind of mix of Miraculous Ladybug, Harry Potter, and Percy Jackson. Please don’t jack me if I get some details wrong, I’m a casual fan. If you have ideas for this, I’d love to hear it.

There is a school type setting where gifted children go to learn of their powers.

Magic is real and it’s known, but not everyone has it.

Think like Bending in the A:tlA. That kinda commonplace.

One has just as much of a chance of having magic as the next. Class, birth, status, history, none of it matters.

Having magic in your bloodline does help your chances of having magic yourself though.

The children are gathered to learn how to harness their powers and use them for the betterment of humanity and defense against the Others.

While normal classes are present, like math, history, science, more active ones happen too, like magical potency, combat, survival, and other things.

There are school wide competitions between class years, Houses, groups, clubs, and so on.

There is also a system of ‘jobs/chores’ that the students do.

Kids need to learn practical life and critical thinking skills, not rote memorization.

There are classes based on age, others based on proficiency and interest, and some based on your House.

The students are ‘Housed’ by the Miraculous they wear and called by the animal they are.

Tikki’s charges are called Ladybugs, Plagg’s are called Cats, Sass’s are Snakes, Loong’s are Dragons, and so on.

I’m thinking the space of the School is huge. Like sprawling.

The Kwamii are kinda like House Mascots, Teachers, Counselors, all rolled into one.

Each house has their Human teachers and Counselors as well.

They wear Miraculous-like jewelry to identify themselves, kinda like House Colors in Hogwarts.

But the jewelry is just that, jewelry. Nothing magical there.

Even after graduation, many’ll tend to wear their jewelry as homage to their Kwamii.

Each Kwamii House has certain specializations when it comes to magic. Foxes are superlative at illusions, Turtles are masters of barriers, etc.

That’s not to say others can’t use those same abilities like it’s an exclusive thing, but they’ll never come to the same level of skill or power as a naturally Housed child would.

Even still, a whole lot of people choose to specialize in just their House.

I have no idea how some of these powers would work in this setting though, like Bunnies and Time Travel for instance. If you have ideas, let’s hear it.

The Houses all have their own quirks and stereotypes. Turtles tend to be longer lived, Dragons are honor hounds, freedom fighting Eagles, yada yada.

Fuu is a few hundred in this and a beloved headmaster. Kinda takes on the Dumbledore/Chiron/Gandalf type role.

Via an undetermined magic, the kind that Kwamii have an instinct for but can’t explain, the children are grouped up by the Kwamii they work with/have an affinity for.

The closer to the center of the Miracle Box their Kwamii is, the more powerful potential they possess, and typically the rarer they are.

There’s no real way to determine which House you’ll be in beforehand. Roll for initiative.

Ladybugs and Black Cats are the absolute rarest, obviously. Like shiny Pokémon. (ooh, shiny!)

Bugs and Cats have less stereotypes and more rumors and legends. There haven’t been enough to make those kinds of overarching assumptions.

A few things are certain though:

o There has never been a Bug without their Cat and vice versa.

o They’re soulmates of some kind: platonic, romantic, whatever.

o As they have the greatest potential, they also carry the biggest burdens and danger.

o They naturally have the longest and hardest roads to walk.

o Apart, they’re formidable. Together, they’re unstoppable.

o The chances of being chosen as a Bug/Cat is so low, it’s almost nonexistent.

o They have not only the powers of Creation/Destruction, but there are things known only to and things achieved only by Bugs/Cats.

Beyond that, mostly hearsay.

It’s been said that the main founding members of the School were a Bug/Cat.

There have been many powerful and notable figures throughout history, good and ill, magical and non, but Bugs/Cats seem to have a league of their own.

There is no guarantee of what House you will be in when you get there, but some are still convinced at keeping a ‘Pure Bloodline’.

It’s not illegal, but very ‘elitist’ in a supercilious way. (Look it up, seriously. It’s a fun word.)

It ‘works’ in a way that you take on the traits of those you grow up with, so are more likely to get into said House. So it’s a ‘yes but no’.

Every House has at least one family that does this. It’s as dumb as it sounds.

Soulmate magic is a thing, but it’s just as unpredictable as normal magic.

Think of all the differing Soulmate side effects, put them in a grab bag, and then pull out one or few dozen.

Sabine and Tom are soulmates despite not being magic users themselves. This is more uncommon than having a soulmate bond. Most soulmates are magic users.

The kids are mid-teens, young adults when they’re given the notice of joining the School. Gives them time to be kids for a little bit.

Marinette was surprised that she has magic potential at all, being a normal baker’s daughter and all. Adrian was excited to go to the school his parents did.

There are tests that measure if a person is capable of going to said school well beforehand, but few can actually afford it and has a low accuracy rate.

There’s also some side issues with the test that have their own debates.

The ‘Sorting’ takes place a few days after they arrive, which the trip takes a few days in itself.

The theory is that the new bloods will more easily mingle without things like House stigmas holding them back.

This usually works as a lot of classes are mixed House and/or year anyway, but cliques still happen. School, duh.

It’s nowhere near as divided as Hogwarts was, but more of a chaotic unity of Camp Half Blood. (it’s been a while for both, don’t quote me)

While it’s true that getting chosen as a Bug/Cat is an off chance at best, everybody has fantasized being one at least once.

But by the time the Choosing comes around, they’re old enough to know how horrifically improbable it is and aren’t heartbroken when they aren’t chosen as such.

There’s always a small ‘underground’ betting pool that, while not really encouraged, happens every year. Sometimes those that should know better are in on it.

I figured the Sorting would be something between the sorting in HP and PJ. A nice little ceremony with moderate fanfare. Nothing too big.

Plagg doesn’t bother with any of the proper etiquette stuff, he just plops himself on Adrian’s head and takes a nap.

“My Cat, deal with it.”

All the Kwamii are excited, but he could have at least waited his turn…

“Marinette! Marinette! Did you see that?! We have a Cat in our year!!”

“Alya, was it? She might see better if you weren’t shaking her like that.”

Tikki decided to have mercy on the rest (and prevent a riot) and claimed Marinette quickly.

Fuu and the staff knew that they got their work cut out for them. It’s never quiet when a Bug/Cat appear. Ever.

If it is quiet, for any length of time, something’s wrong.

Instant celebrities, but big titles make for big targets. See: Harry Potter and Percy Jackson.

No secret identities here. Mwahahahaha! *crickets* Ok, I have no idea how that’d work.

No clue for the Love Square either, as much of a lovely chaotic mess that is. Ideas are welcome.

It’s ‘highly suggested’ that you sit with your House for the first few days to get acquainted with your new ‘siblings’.

This means that Marinette and Adrian have a small table all to themselves with two miniature gods and most every eye on them.

A girl with adhd/anxiety and a boy with emotional baggage/socially clueless issues alone at a table. Who happen to be soulmates of a sort.

I’ll take Awkward for 200.

The other Kwamii typically have to spread their time out among their students.

Even though they have to split their time, they are much more involved in their young ones’ lives than a Demigods’ parent.

It’s almost like having a third parent for most children.

Tikki and Plagg have no such limitations, so they go everywhere with their Bug/Cat.

That’s not to say that Mari and Adrian, or any others, will only be seen with their Kwamii, ‘Kwamii Swaps’ happen all the time. It’ll just be more obvious and more understandable with those two.

Everybody can see and talk to any Kwamii. Some have better advice for certain situations.

While Bugs/Cats are the responsibility of Tikki/Plagg, the other Kwamii don’t hesitate to lend a hand when needed.

True they’ll do that for most anyone but Bugs/Cats especially.

As Bugs/Cats have the longest road, they need the most help.

Each House has a kind of ‘Cabin’ sort of rooming. They’re not hidden per se, but you need permission to enter if you’re not a resident.

Each Cabin has their own unique style, feel, and history to them.

The House Cabins are separated for space and privacy. Bugs and Cats are technically separate, but they’re basically sharing an apartment.

I’ll take Awkward for 500.

Logically it makes sense: why have a whole section for a Cabin like the others when Bugs and Cats are so few and far in between? They’re Soulmates anyway.

The other Houses have no issues with students. There’s always been a handful in their House at any time.

Marinette takes one look at her new pad and thinks “this is bigger than my house!” Adrian thinks it’s rather modest.

On the upside, it offers some of the best views. Rather private too.

Who knows what other secrets their Cabin has…

Or the School for that matter.

#miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #mlb #harry potter #percy jackson #miraculous tikki #plaag #crossover #au #magical school #soulmates #world building #open au #tag me if you use this

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your-average-smirky-nerd · 3 years

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'DAUGHTER OF THE DEEP' book review

Uncle Rick accomplishes his new masterpiece by mixing the fantastic imagination of Verne with his incredibly relatable modern teenage perspective.

Book: Daughter of the Deep

Author: None other than our Rick Riordan

Rating: 7/5 (I LOVED IT!)

Genre: Sci-fi, Middle Grade

Publisher: Disney- Hyperion (Disney Press)

Type: Stand-alone

SYNOPSIS: After a horrible tragedy changes the course of her life, Ana Dakkar, a freshman prefect of Harding-Pencroft Academy, have to walk back in her predecessors' footsteps when she discovers their elite marine institute is more than just a school.

Recommended by: I think it's Uncle Ricks blog.

Would Recommend: basically everyone coz THIS IS AWESOME! Specifically, if you like sci-fi or Verne.

My Thoughts:

If you think this will be your usual Riordan Rollercoaster, YOU WERE RIGHT!. Not that any of his writings are ever usual.

Daughter of the Deep is the book that will make your inner "child-of-Poseidon" spirit do not just one, but a few hundred happy dances. And as usual, it's a diverse wonderland, and you will be more than willing to go down the rabbit hole. There are even more bonuses waiting for you if you love the writing of Jules Verne, and more specifically, the Captain Nemo books. I fell in love with them the moment I started reading, and after finishing both of the books, there were a hundred different fanfictions in my head about how things could have gone differently. Obviously, Rick Riordan manages to pull it off far more glamorously. I loved how he managed to add a modern-day scientific comparison to Nemo's invention.

I personally think our protagonist Ana Dakkar is the best narrator of Riordan, maybe because I relate to her more. But she is so kind and caring even with all the tragedy in her life. She is what you would describe as a love child of Poseidon and Athena cabin but yet so much more. Along for the ride is Anas best friends, Nelinha da Silva, our fashionista mechanic, and Ester Harding, an excellent problem-solver slash doctor who is the first autistic character in the Riordan books. Also, we can't forget Gemini Twain, brilliant marksman and Ana's rival, who our trio really dislikes. As usual, our Gandalf/Dumbledore/Chiron is Dr Hewett, the Theoretical Marine Science teacher in the Academy, who is honestly way more of a Snape than you would like.

And to finish off, and the kill count is zero.

Just kidding, he kills as many people as usual.

#book review #rick riordan #daughter of the deep #jules verne #sci fi #middle grade fiction #books i love #captain nemo #ana dakkar #ester harding #nelinha da silva #gemini twain #uncle rick

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snaggletoothedbastard · 4 years

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Modern LOTR headcanons feat. Aralas and Samfro (also they're all chaotic teenagers and go to school together because I do not know how grown-ups work) (also it's based on my school so if the rules I mention here don't apply to other schools, they apply to mine so I'm using them)

Frodo and Sam are in Year Ten

Merry and Pippin are in Year Nine

Legolas, Aragorn and Gimli are Sixth Formers

Boromir is in Year Eleven

Gandalf is a teacher

He teaches English

At least he's supposed to

The other teachers think he's an idiot but the kids love him

He went off the radar for a bit and there was a rumour going around that he died

But then he came back after a few weeks with white hair and whenever anyone asks why he left or where he went he just says there was an emergency

Saruman is the painfully incompetent supply teacher who did Gandalf's lessons for him while he wasn't there

Frodo spends most of his free time in the library

He's doing English, French and history for his GCSEs (let's pretend French is Elvish)

He hates PE with a passion (at my school PE is one of the compulsory GCSEs)

So does Sam

They both used to hide in the changing rooms to get out of PE, but when the teacher caught them they had to join in the lessons

Sauron is the PE teacher (because I hate PE teachers lol)

Also Frodo and Sam are dating (obviously)

Sam's doing food tech, science and history for his GCSEs

He's the best at food tech

His favourite thing to make is chips

Merry and Pippin are the class clowns

Merry is a sarcastic little sh*t, especially when he's talking to the teachers

Pippin is that one kid who gets up and dances in the middle of lessons

They're both in the school musical every year

So is Legolas

He's doing A-Level performing arts

He's also very good at PE

He breaks the rules all the time but is too charming to get in trouble

A few years ago him, Aragorn and Gimli wore shorts to school, which isn't allowed

So the next day they all wore skirts

Aragorn and Gimli weren't so keen on the skirts but Legolas kept wearing them

Aragorn hardly ever brushes his hair

He likes PE and is doing it for A-Levels

He's dating Legolas

They both did French for their GCSEs

Gimli is doing A-Level biology

He plans to be a doctor but so far the most doctor-ish thing he's done is help Legolas with a nosebleed

He's quite intimidating (despite being the shortest Sixth Former) but friends with some of the younger kids (especially the hobbits)

Boromir is doing music, maths and PE for his GCSEs

He plays the French horn

He's one of the Rugby LadsTM

He's also friends with the hobbits

In fact all of the lads are friends

They're all in a DnD club which Gandalf is in charge of

They're the only members of the club except for the slightly creepy kid who sometimes hangs out with them and talks to himself

Guess who it is

Boromir got injured in a rugby game and everyone panicked and thought he was dead but it turns out he just got kicked in the balls and fell over

He may or may not have pretended to be dead to freak everyone out

Legolas and Gimli and Merry and Pippin are competing for Best BromanceTM

Aragorn is the only one who can drive

That's including Gandalf

Legolas either gets a lift from Aragorn or walks/cycles/skateboards to school

Gimli and Boromir take the bus

The hobbits sometimes take the bus but sometimes they walk

No-one knows how Gandalf gets to school but legend has it he turned up on a horse once

They also all go to the LGBTQ+ club aka the Big Gay

Legolas and Frodo are gay

Aragorn and Sam are bi

Boromir is bicurious

Gimli and Merry are aroace

Pippin is trans and pan

Éowyn and Faramir go to the Big Gay too

Éowyn is trans and they're both bi

I might draw the Modern Fellowship at some point

#lotr #lord of the rings #lotr au #modern au #modern lotr #samfro #aralas

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blackswaneuroparedux · 4 years

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How will the legend of the age of trees Feel, when the last tree falls in England? When the concrete spreads and the town conquers The country’s heart; when contraceptive Tarmac’s laid where farm has faded, Tramline flows where slept a hamlet, And shop-fronts, blazing without a stop from Dover to Wrath, have glazed us over? Simplest tales will then bewilder The questioning children, “What was a chestnut? Say what it means to climb a Beanstalk, Tell me, grandfather, what an elm is. What was Autumn? They never taught us.” Then, told by teachers how once from mould Came growing creatures of lower nature Able to live and die, though neither Beast nor man, and around them wreathing Excellent clothing, breathing sunlight— Half understanding, their ill-acquainted Fancy will tint their wonder-paintings Trees as men walking, wood-romances Of goblins stalking in silky green, Of milk-sheen froth upon the lace of hawthorn’s Collar, pallor in the face of birchgirl. So shall a homeless time, though dimly Catch from afar (for soul is watchfull) A sight of tree-delighted Eden.

- C.S. Lewis, The Future of Forestry

In his poem “The Future of Forestry,” C. S. Lewis outlines his poetic lamentation over the erosion of the environment.

C.S. Lewis recognises that the destruction of nature is very much an urgent matter. His attitude towards the environment would also be reflected in themes throughout his Chronicles of Narnia series, where being a defender of the forest is an indicator of a character being on Aslan’s side.

How did C.S. Lewis come to this view of the importance of Christians looking after God’s creation rather than dominating it. How did Lewis get so green?

The answer lies in the destruction and decimation of World War One. For C.S. Lewis and his friend, JRR Tolkein, World War One produced, in essence, an environmental holocaust.

This aspect of the conflict left a deep impression on both Christian authors and Oxford dons. Having personally experienced the awful prodigy of modern industry and technology - both men fought bravely in the trenches in France - they enlisted nature itself as a protagonist in their epic stories of good vs. evil.

Even before the war, Tolkien and Lewis had come to resent the encroachment of industrial life into rural England. Tolkien lamented "the tragedy and despair of all machinery laid bare," meaning the modern attempt to enhance our control over the world around us, regardless of the consequences.

In "The Lord of the Rings," Saruman the wizard "has a mind for metal and wheels; and he does not care for growing things, except as far as they serve him for the moment." The hateful realm of Mordor is sustained by its black engines and factories.

Likewise, Lewis viewed respect for nature as intrinsic to human happiness. In "The Chronicles of Narnia," his series of books for children, the various animals play a central role in the story. The smallest of creatures -- such as a mouse named Reepicheep -- display the greatest of human virtues. As biographer Alister McGrath observes: "Lewis' portrayal of animal characters in Narnia is partly a protest against shallow assertions of humanity's right to do what it pleases with nature."

The experience of war deepened this sensibility.

Both men enlisted as officers in the British Expeditionary Force and saw intense fighting at the front. Lewis was injured by mortar fire - the shell killed his sergeant standing a few yards away - and was shipped back to England to recover. "My memories of the last war," he wrote, "haunted my dreams for years." Tolkien survived the ferocious Battle of the Somme, but contracted trench fever and was taken out of harm's way. In the horror of the Somme he was given a vision of Mordor: the "dead grasses and rotting weeds" and "a land defiled, diseased beyond healing." As Tolkien acknowledged years later, the Dead Marshes "owe something to Northern France after the Battle of the Somme."

The two great authors met at Oxford in 1926, where they discovered a mutual love for mythology and English literature. Tolkien, a devoted Catholic, helped convert Lewis to Christianity. Lewis persuaded Tolkien to pursue his story about hobbits and Middle-earth.

Their influence on each other's literary imagination was subtle, yet profound. In the climactic scenes in both of their epic works - stories framed by a great war - nature itself is caught up in the conflict.In Lewis' "Prince Caspian," the character Trufflehunter explains to Caspian that it will be difficult to wake the spirits of the trees in the battle against Miraz, the unlawful King of Narnia. "We have no power over them. Since the Humans came into the land, felling forests and defiling streams, the Dryads and Naiads have sunk into deep sleep." Yet the war cannot be won without their help, and Aslan, the great Lion, summons them to join the battle: the "woods on the move."

Tolkien's humanoid trees, the Ents, are among the most memorable figures in fantasy. Led by Treebeard, the oldest living creature in Middle-earth, the Ents were created as guardians of the forest. Earlier wars had decimated the land, forcing the Ents to confine themselves to Fangorn Forest, where they hoped to avoid the War of the Ring. But Sauron's advance compels them to abandon their moral neutrality. "A thing is about to happen which has not happened since the Elder Days," explains Gandalf. "The Ents are going to wake up and find that they are strong."

At the start of the 20th century, when Tolkien and Lewis began their Oxford careers, enthusiasm over "the conquest of nature" was at a fever pitch in the industrialized West. The fever raged with horrific fury during the Great War.

In the Christian imagination of these authors, the assault on nature carried spiritual significance: Man's sins against nature will not go unpunished, and nature will take its revenge.

Contemporary Christians have always had an ambivalent if not hostile attitude to tackling environmental issues such as climate change, carbon emissions or other green issues like clean air and drinking water. This is particularly so in America where scientific illiteracy as well as a distrust in science in general is a particular feature of some Christian churches, especially amongst the so-called white evangelical churches. Science has become a punching bag in the so called Culture Wars in the US between left and right when it shouldn’t be. Thankfully this attitude is only prevalent in America and generally not shared by many church denominations and movements outside of America, especially in Europe, Africa and Asia.

A biblical worldview means accepting the fact that the earth is loved by God and humans have a responsibility to care for it. We have a responsibility to not strip the land of vegetation and to allow the earth to have what it needs to be fertile and productive. That’s not liberal environmentalism, that’s Bible. If man-made climate change is true (and it is), Christians ought to be the most outspoken and supportive of change, because they believe that God has tasked us all with caring for this planet in such a way that it thrives.

Such Christians recognise the need to be good stewards of God’s creation, especially nature. In this Lewis and Tolkein provided an early and important voice to ecological good stewardship and best illustrate the aesthetic intensity of Christian green and environmental consciousness and ultimately a call to action.

**C.S. Lewis looking out from his college rooms, Magdalen College, Oxford. Photo by Arthur Strong, 1947.

#CS lewis #lewis #quote #forest #woods #countryside #environment #green #urbanisation #christianity #religion #ecology #climate change

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teaanddisfigurementsplease-blog · 6 years

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The Fellowship in a High School AU

Legolas

Super competitive in Orchestra class

Can actually play every string instrument if he tried

Probably the awkward shy kid whose unusually lucky, and always gets his homework in on time

Aragorn

Definetely the cool kid. Probably the coolest one in school

Not a bully, and usually mentors the kids who get picked on

Always has a sweet babe at his side

Was announced the prom King at his high school dance

Gandalf

The teacher, teaches philosophy, science and history

He has a bit of a temper if his students act like fools, but he also thinks they're going to be very successful in life

His students always have something meaningful they take away from his class

The school hates when he goes away for awhile and he gets replaced by a slimey substitute

Merry and Pippin

The class clowns

Those kids who sneak into their teacher's grade drawer and change their GPA to a 4.0

The only teacher they really like is Gandalf

Brings illegal fireworks to school

Drinks and smokes weed on the school premise

Frodo

Teen angst at 100%

Hides from his bullies constantly

Has really good friends that worry about him

Likes poetry, sitting alone under a tree, and reading books

His best friend, Sam, helps him out with his homework whenever he gets stuck

Sam

'The fat kid'; He's not as self conscious as he was in elementary school and actually laughs when people try to make fun of his weight

Culinary class is his favorite, though he loves herbology too

Is done with Merry and Pippin's shit

Will put up a fight for Frodo, and consoles him when he's having a bad day

Is smol but is tough like a tank

Boromir

A hunk and a jock

Unlike the other popular kids in his school, he's not a complete jackass

Tries to be friends with Frodo but he's really uncomfortable with Boromir

Often tempted to do things he's not suppose to

Very jealous of Aragorn and tries to be like him

Gimli

Is smol and you better not mention it

half popular, half outcast

Grumpy mostly, except when he's with Legolas

Does not turn in his homework, unless he and Legolas are in a competition of 'who can get the better grades'

Is not very good in gym class

#lord of the rings #boromir #aragorn #the hobbit #legolas x gimli #legolas #gimli son of gloin #gimli #frodo and sam #frodo baggins #samwise gamgee #merry and pippin #gandalf the grey #the fellowship of the ring #tolkien #tolkein

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I'm just gonna rant here for a sec sorry about that:

I'm like weirdly excited today for no reason at all :D

And idk if I told you (my memory sucks) but I'm doing a Halloween event thingy and I'm kinda nervous but excited for it?? I think it might help me get back into writing and hopefully will give me some inspiration with my Fitz fic (that's fun to say lmao)

Anyways I hope you have a lovely day or night <3

i'm glad you're excited!! and good luck with your halloween event thingy!!! inspiration is lovely, we love inspiration <3

this is. very sweet of your to say. but for the most part your hopes were dashed because my day was kind of shitty. putting my ranting under the cut because i just need to get it out, but i care about strangers on the internet to not forcefully clog up their dashes with it. you're welcome. (but also if you scroll past my ranting you can see pictures of my science teacher's axolotl. just saying.)

i went into fake it until you make it mode about not being sick and convincing my mom i was fine was a little bit stressful but not too bad. school itself was kind of a fucking nightmare. i walked in and almost immediately found out that i'd missed out on even more work than online backup courses had told me i'd missed, from finding out math had gone faster than i'd thoght it had and finding out there'd been an english quiz no one had told me about. almost had a breakdown in math because i'd missed five lessons in the four days i was gone. and math is my hardest class. art i was being a perfectionist over a simple drawing assignment and making it harder than necessary and stewing about family issues because my brain is fun. the only part of my lunch i got to eat during the lunch period was my sandwich, which i scarfed down while waiting to get my coffee before going to my math class to work on shit i'd missed with my teacher. ate only some of my pretzels during my social studies class because that teacher's nice about snacks. found out i wasn't as behind as i thought i was in that class, which was good. science my teacher wasn't there and there was a sub instead so i couldn't ask the questions i needed to ask to catch up on a lab assignment the class had done while i was out sick, and ultimately didn't end up finishing the assignment that the rest of the class started and finished that day (it'll be easy to finish, but still). english was ultimately one of the easiest classes that day because i found out that the two assignments i need to finish in that class have lax deadlines, but it still sucked a lot because i got teamed with a guy that was super disruptive and making it SUPER FUCKING DIFFICULT to maintain my sanity and get work done. i'm a pretty chill person most of the time, but i was literally this close to picking up my metal water bottle and smacking this guy who thinks we're good friends even though i kind of despise him as hard as i fucking could with it because of how much he irritated me, suspension be damned. and my best friend that was there for all the days i'd been sick wasn't there the day i finally got back, and i'd been looking forward to seeing them again, so that sucked. and another good friend was there but i couldn't talk to it very much, which sucked because by the end of the day i just really wanted to ask for a way-too-long hug because i was in that mood of 'do i want to disappear from existence where my problems can't find me or do i want to burn the world to ashes?'. and now i'm back from school and just got done with HOURS of going through math homework that has bludgeoned my brain into a zombie state (which would've beat me up worse if my mom hadn't helped me so much, so shoutout to my mom for being an angel.)

BUT. ON THE BRIGHT SIDE. ON THE BRIGHT SIDE THAT I AM CLINGING TO LIKE A FUCKING LIFELINE. I FINALLY GOT TO SEE MY SCIENCE TEACHER'S AXOLOTL. HIS NAME IS GANDALF AND HE'S SEVEN YEARS OLD AND HE'S FUCKING ADORABLE.

#i'm sorry i would image descriptions but i am. way way way too tired. could literally fall asleep rn #ask #cherryys-stuff

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Mahou Sensei MSPA-tan! Chapter 1: Welcome to Alterra Academy!

[For you folks out there who are still thirsty for MSPA Reader content after the end of Friendsim. Hope you don’t mind the AU.]

You fuss about with your robes as you stand on your spot in the front row along with probably a hundred other students in the Grand Auditorium of Skaia Universal Institute of Thaumaturgy, or SUIT for short. Thaumaturgy, in lay man’s terms, is a fancy-schmancy word for the study of ‘majyyk’. Yup, that’s right. Majyyk is a thing on Planet Earth, or at least in this iteration of Earth. They are are not to be confused with ‘magic’, which is completely fake and only good for performing at lame children’s parties. There are a lot of schools all over that are devoted to imparting the arcane, miraculous, and once forbidden knowledge to children everywhere. You are one of those children.

The sound of crisp purposeful footsteps on a stone floor catches your and your classmates’ attention. You look up the stage to see Headmaster Wiseman walking along the stage and onto the podium set at the middle while the school faculty stand on either side of him a few feet away. Supposedly, it would be proper to describe the appearance of any important character that comes along in a story, though in this case, there is just no point in wasting words and energy. The geezer was basically Gandalf from Lord of the Rings. Of course, that is to say, he looked so much like Gandalf that he might as well be Gandalf. All majyyk school headmasters were Gandalf.

The Hall fall silent in anticipation as Headmaster Gan—er, Wiseman fondly regards everyone.

“Today marks the end of yet another era,” he said in his old wizened voice. “Congratulations, batch of 2612 graduates! You have all done well these past seven years.”

You smile, feeling proud of yourself. All those years of hard studying led to this glorious moment. Soon, you’ll be well on your way to become a Grandmaster Mage, the highest position of honor all wizards/witches/mages/whatever aspire to gain. Not bad for a kid like you who’s just starting on the chapters of puberty while everyone else around you had already finished.

“However,” the Headmaster continues, “Graduation doesn’t mean an end to learning.” All the graduates, including yourself, gave him puzzled looks. What does he mean by that?

“Your real training into becoming civilized members of society, begins now. Once I call your name, step up and receive your diploma.” Your batchmates get called one by one. As your last name is somewhere near the end of the alphabet, it would be a while before you get your turn. Sooner or later, the sound of names being called turn into a dull monotonous droning in your ears. Your eyelids begin to feel heavy.

“MSPA Reader…” Your head lolled to the side as drowsiness slowly takes over you.

“MSPA Reader?” A jab at your side startles you awake. You look to the side where the jab came from and you made eye contact with a batchmate who tells you to get your ass up on stage already. Realization hits you like an empty bottle to the head and you hurry up to the front with your face flushed from embarrassment. The rest of the event goes on without a hitch.

As with nearly everything else in a majyyk school, a graduate’s diploma is more than just a simple fancy roll of paper saying you’ve accomplished some grueling years of hunching down with your nose buried in a dusty old tome or waving a stick around. In the majyyk world, a graduate’s diploma isn’t only a mark of achievement, but also an aid for deciding the new full fledged mage next step towards their future. You unroll the parchment to take that first look upon your destiny. The words appear with a flash the minute it was spread wide open.

"ALIEN TEACHER"

Eh?

EEEEEEEEEEEH?!

This has got to be a mistake! You need to have a word with the Headmaster right away!

“A teacher, eh? For aliens?” said Headmaster Wiseman, taking a sip of his earl gray tea. “Well, if that’s what it says in your diploma, then that’s the end of the matter. You must train hard in order to become a great mage.”

There has to be some kind of misunderstanding! Don’t real teachers, majyykal or otherwise, need some kind of license to be able to teach at any respectable educational facility? Plus, you’re only thirteen! And what is this about aliens?!

“Now calm down. There’s no reason for you to fret,” said the Headmaster. “The principal of the school you’ll be assigned to is a friend of mine. She’ll get you up to speed in no time. Just do you best and you’ll be fine.”

Okay…

“Good. Now get out of my office.”

A few days later, you’re dressed up in your best suit with a handful of your belongings stuffed in a single suitcase and on board a plane going from the Big Island of Hawaii to a place called the Alterra Islands. From what you’ve heard from whispers and read and watched from the internet (mages here aren’t as averse to modern science and technology), Alterra was a chain of man-made islands smack dab in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. It was made to help foster relations between the humans of planet Earth and the aliens of planet Alternia. Yes, aliens… You have found that they’re also a thing on Earth… and the universe. Apparently more than a decade ago, the Alternians—or trolls as they called themselves—first arrived to Earth as refugees fleeing from the civil war raging on their homeworld. They were sick, hurting, and desperate from their long journey. Their leader, a male troll named the Signless, was the one to initiate first contact between them and the humans. He was willing to trade their tech and ships in exchange for food and the care of the well-being of other trolls with him. With the help of a renowned wealthy polymath, the trolls were slowly acclimating to life on earth, though it wasn’t without its own set of problems. To make a long story short, people can be dicks.

The flight from Hawaii to Alterra didn’t take long. After a couple of hours, you disembark the plane and went on to look for your guide who was mentioned to be waiting for you at the airport. You look around and see an adult male troll with nubby horns and red eyes dressed in a similar respectable fashion as you though the had a gray vest rather than a jacket with a candy red tie and had the sleeves of his dress shirt folded to his elbows. He carried a sign with your name on it. That must be him. You walk over and introduce yourself.

“So you’re the new teacher? I gotta say, I didn’t think you’d be so young,” he said. He seemed like such an amicable fellow. You admit that you were scared of him at first since you've never spoken to a troll before.

He gives a friendly chuckle. “Don’t worry about it. Once you get settled, you’ll be spending a lot of your time talking to trolls. You’ll get used to it in no time. By the way, I’m Kankri Vantas. I teach Social Studies at the academy. You may have also heard of me as the Signless around the time of the first contact.” You nod as you stare at him in awe. He became quite the celebrity after the first contact, an icon for peaceful relations between human and trollkind. You have no idea why he was called ‘Signless’, but you decided not to ponder about it too much. You never thought he’d be the one guiding you of all people.

“Anyway, shall we go? The principal of the school you’ll be teaching in is expecting you.”

The two of you leave the airport with him taking the lead. Mr. Vantas takes you to a cab that had been standing in wait. He takes the seat next to the human driver while you get settled on the backseat. Once you leave the airport grounds, he begins to give you a little basic information.

Alterra is a little chain of four main islands that serve as the home base for the troll residents as well as their embassy on Earth. The islands each host a division of Alterra Academy. The middle school division where you’ll be working is built on Isle-2 where you are currently on. On average, there are about seventy-thousand students earn their education on Alterra, ranging from kindergarten to university levels. Most of the students are young trolls who hatched on Earth. There are human students as well who are usually the children of the humans who worked on the Islands. Each island also has their own facilities for food and utility production, waste management, justice system, and a local economy—pretty much everything that can qualify Alterra as its own little sovereign nation. Though international trading was limited to a whole line of products that suited the needs of their fellow trolls living on other nations. The construction of the islands was commissioned solely by a billionaire explorer named Jake Harley, who you remember to also be the main sponsor for SUIT. Could it be that he’s also a mage like you?

You looked out the window as Mr. Vantas babbled on. You marveled at the lush greenery that was teeming with strange wildlife. Some resembled Earth animals, some seemed more like mythical creatures, the rest were downright strange. Mr. Vantas explains to you that those creatures were the lusii that were smuggled from Alternia. Your eyes nearly bug out upon hearing that as you spot one of larger creatures snap its jaws on a smaller one and proceed to tear it apart. These creatures were supposed to care for children?! Was Mr. Vantas raised by one of them?

“Yes, it has been that way since the beginning. Adult trolls aren’t best suited to care for young… with a few rare exceptions…” He went on to explain about trolls with jade blood who along with taking care of the Mother Grub who lays the eggs for the troll species, care for newly-hatched trolls or grubs to prepare them for their trials. And the fact that he was raised by one since grubhood despite the fact that he should have been culled instead due to his mutant blood color. You turn your attention back up front to see the somber expression in his eyes through the rear-view mirror. You have learned about the different castes trolls have according to their blood color a few days before your departure via web search. It was quite strange, but the cruel hierarchy built on it was anything but pleasant. No wonder Mr. Vantas and his followers went to rebel.

“Oh, sorry. I got a bit carried away. Am I bumming you out?” He asked, snapping from his reverie. You tell him that it’s fine. It’s okay to be sad every now and then.

A little while later you spot a bunch of tall fancy buildings coming up in the distance. Your ride gets closer until it stops by large metal gate bearing a shield emblem bearing a spirograph between a pair of stylized wings with a banner underneath bearing the words: Alterra Academy in Times New Roman capitals. You get off the taxi and stared at the school in wonder as Mr. Vantas addressed the security guards who opened the gates to let you in. Is this really a school? The structure of the buildings remind you of a scenic European town, though the roads were void of any vehicle save for a few cable cars. Teenagers, both troll and human, walked around in gray and black uniforms heading for the same direction up north. You get a lot of stares while your guide gets a lot of smiles and greetings. After a moment, Mr. Vantas hails a cable car for the both of you.

“In case you were wondering, this is the student town,” he says after sitting down next to you. “This is where the student dormitories, shops, and recreational facilities are. The school building is further forward.”

The ride is peaceful for the most part as the cable car moved at a steady pace, but then a little later, you notice a hoard of students coming in running and rushing. Some were riding on skates and skateboards, taking the back rail of the cable car to tag along. Others were driving automobiles despite being definitely underage. Some were riding on the backs of what you guessed were their lusii. And there were some who are even flying! Had you been an average Joe, that last part would really surprise you. It’s a good thing you’re a mage. Anything is possible with the power of majyyk! You’ve thought of using it to send yourself to the straight to the principal’s office, but alas, teleportation only works if you have a clear picture of your destination, which you don’t.

Your cable car is soon stuffed with more students to near bursting. What the hell is happening?

Your answer came in the form of a public announcement: “To all students: this is the Guidance Committee,” says a woman’s voice with a New Jersey accent. “This week is Zero Late Attendances Week, and it’s only ten minutes before the bell. Let’s hurry it up!” Oh, that’s why. “Any students late this week will be issued yellow cards! Please try to arrive with plenty of time to spare!”

You could hear Mr. Vantas laughing. “Haha! I love Zero Late Week. It gets so lively!”

That’s great and all, but shouldn’t you hurry up too? It wouldn’t look good on you as a teacher to be late to your first class.

“It’s alright, Mx. Reader. As a teacher, you’re allowed to be late for ten minutes at the very least. Any later, and not only does your class get canceled, you’ll get a mark on your record. Do it enough times, and you’ll get slapped on with a hefty fine. We can't have our educators and role models slacking off and leaving a bad impression on our dear students now, don't we. But you seem like a punctual sort, I’m sure you’ll do fine.”

That’s nice. Ten minutes was enough time to run and buy a breakfast sandwich or a tall coffee before getting to class when running late for any reason. Cooking isn’t one of your strong suits.

A minute later, you feel a tickling sensation in your nose. You try hard to fight the urge to sneeze, for it’s simply impolite to blow your nose around company.

AACHOO!!

You fail miserably. So miserably that with an uncontrolled burst of majyyk, you somehow manage to create a draft strong enough to not only flip the skirts of the surrounding female students all at once, but also make the cable car jump an inch off the rail it was on. The girls blab to each other in slight panic while others berate the boy passengers, accusing them of being perverts for peeking at their undergarments. Mr. Vantas turns to look out the window with a blush on his cheeks.

“Bless you?” he says, sounding quite unsure of what had just transpired. You thank him and apologize as you pull out a handkerchief to wipe the snot dribbling down your nose.

The Principal’s Office is quite spacious. The floors and the ornamental window frames where made of polished wood. The decor approach was rather minimal—just a desk, a chair, a coffee table, a red two-person suede couch, a few paintings depicting famous comedians along the walls, and a couple of bookshelves full of books (mostly about baking, practical japery, and mystery novels) and knick-knacks. Mr. Vantas had left you alone so he can attend to his other duties.

“Why, if it isn’t our new teacher, hoo hoo!” the principal of Alterra Academy, a jolly elderly woman named Jane Egbert according to the nameplate on her desk. “Welcome to Alterra.”

You give a polite bow. It’s nice to meet you.

“Headmaster Wiseman has told me about you. Graduating at only thirteen? You’re quite the prodigy.” You blush at her flattery. Shucks, ma’am. You don’t have to go through that.

“Hoo hoo! Now there’s no need to be so modest. Wiseman tells me your diploma told you to be a teacher for aliens for your post-grad training, is it not? Then you’ve been given quite the task.”

You agree. It was truly odd that a kid like you would be assigned such a grown-up job. Though everyone in the room understands that there was absolutely nothing that can be done about it.

“I’m not going to lie, Mx. Reader, this job will probably be difficult.” Principal Egbert’s voice took a slight serious tone. “If it’s too hard for you, you’ll have to return home. And there’ll be no second chances. Are you prepared to accept that?”

This was it. There’s no turning back. You’ve gone through a lot, and spent a lot just to get the ticket to fly to this place. The kid side of you thinks that it’ll be too much to handle and it's better to just go back home, but the budding adult side of you screams at you to not back down of the first real challenge life has thrown at you. You want to be the greatest mage in the world, do you? Then you might as well swallow your kiddy pride, stand up straight, clench your asscheeks, and say, “I’ll do it!”

“Bravo! Then it’s settled.” Principal Egbert clapped her hands, happy at your answer. “But first and foremost, you must gain some practical experience. Let’s make it from today to March.”

Of course!

“We’ll begin today. Let me just page the Staff Guidance Officer to get you started.” She pushes a button on the telephone at a corner of her desk and calls for a Ms. Porrim Maryam to come to the Principal’s Office. You sat down on the couch as you wait. A couple of minutes later, the door opens and someone steps in.

It was another troll, a lady troll to be exact. Her horns are much longer and pointier than Mr. Vantas’ with one of them being hooked. Her short cropped hair is styled neatly to accentuate her narrow face and perfect cheekbones. Like him, she’s dressed in a professional yet stylish manner with her white blouse, jade green maxi skirt, and black high heels.

“Are you in need of assistance, principal?” she asks in a soft kind voice and makes note of your presence. “And who might you be? A new student, perhaps?”

“I’m fine, Ms. Maryam,” the principal replies. “That child, however, is actually a new teacher here at the academy.”

Ms. Maryam covers her mouth with a dainty manicured hand in mild surprise. “Really? But you’re so young.” If you had a penny for every time someone commented about your age, you'd have three pennies. Maybe more in the near future, but for now you have to settle with three.

You explain your situation to Ms. Maryam who relaxes a bit. “I see. Can’t say I still approve, but if that’s what has been decided and it can help you in some way, then I won’t object. Though if there’s something you don’t understand, please feel free to consult me.” You nod. You’re going to need all the help you can get.

“Hoo hoo!” Principal Egbert chuckles. “Now that everything’s said and done, you may take this class roster,” she hands over a booklet to you. “Your assigned homeroom is Class 413. Ms. Maryam can show you the way.” Ms. Maryam’s jade eyes seem to widen in astonishment at the mention of Class 413. The principal just gives her a knowing look in return. You can’t help but wonder if there was something no one is telling you, or are willing to tell you. You take a moment to wonder if taking this teaching gig was really a good idea. You then catch yourself and shake off the terrible quitter thoughts creeping into your mind. You can do this. You’ve already agreed you can do this.

Your mind was still preoccupied by the thoughts of Class 413 as you and Ms. Maryam walked within the silent halls of the school, passing classroom after classroom. Each one of them had glass pane windows so you could see a typical class setting that often consists of mixed troll and human students being taught by either a troll or human teacher.

Ms. Maryam seemed wary the minute Principal Crocker brought them up. Even as she walked next to you, her posture seemed somewhat rigid and there was a furrow on her brow.

You decided to just get on with it and ask her what Class 413 was like.

“Hm? Oh, I’m sorry. I suppose you deserve to know at the very least since you’ll be serving as their homeroom teacher.” She hesitates for a bit. “Class 413 is… a tad problematic.”

Problematic? That could mean a lot of things, most of which aren’t very good. Is she saying that you got stuck with a class full of delinquents?

“No, not per se,” Ms. Maryam says. She then stops walking, so do you. Is there something wrong?

She swivels her head around, possibly looking for other presences in the hall. Then she turned back to look straight into your eyes. There was an serious look on them you didn’t think you’d see on someone with a motherly temperament. “Listen closely,” she says. “What I’m about to tell you is extremely confidential. No one else but the founder, the principal and a select few members of the staff and faculty, including myself, know of this. Not even Earth’s mainstream media knows anything. I’m going to tell you this since you’re going to be in charge of Class 413 for however long you’re here. But I ask that you promise to keep a tight lip on this subject. You do not, under any circumstances, reveal any of this to anyone. Do you understand?”

You say yes. Boy, this was intense. First day on the job and you’re already getting wrapped up in some kind of weird conspiracy.

Ms. Maryam gives you a warm smile. “I know I could trust you,” she says. “Alright, here it is. Around a perigee, or month before your arrival, a second Alternian spaceship crashed on this planet. Unlike the one our group escaped in, this one was much smaller, possibly a minor cruiser. It landed into the ocean not far from the islands. As far as the rest of this world is concerned, it was just a huge meteor. But for those who remember life on Alternia, we quickly realized what it truly was, and we immediately scrambled to retrieve it before it sank further into the deep depths. What we found after we forcibly opened it, shocked us.” She took a deep breath. She seems shaken about the subject, even a while after the incident.

“Children,” she continued. “We found children. They looked to be about to be six sweeps, or thirteen years old at the very least.”

Wow. That’s just terrible! You’re so shocked by this news that you can’t think of anything to describe what you’re really feeling right now other than shock. Those kids weren’t any older than you were and they somehow managed to escape their planet and into outer space all alone?

“To think that a group of children would go so far to flee from Alternia by themselves. It tells me—us—that things at the homeworld aren’t getting any better. Perhaps it’s getting worse. I’m not sure,” a somber Ms. Maryam says. “We took them in and decided that it would be best for them to try and acclimate to life here. From the way things look, they’re probably going to spend the rest of their lives on this planet. However, these wrigglers were hatched from Alternia, and they don’t take well to being in close proximity as an adult troll. Not even my Kankri could win them over. Frankly, I don’t blame them. Alternian adult trolls tend to be dangerous toward youngsters.”

You don’t know much about what Alternia was like, but from what you’re hearing in conjunction with what you’ve heard from Mr. Vantas and read from the internet, it sounded like a place that made Hell look like paradise resort in comparison. No offense.

“None taken. You’re right, actually. It’s why we fled in the first place.”

You suggest that if troll teachers aren't able to help those kids, why not try human teachers?

“We have already tried that as well. But humans aren’t well versed to Alternian social norms and cues. All attempts on successful rapport ended in disaster… for the humans. At this point, we’re at our wit’s end, but our founder constantly reminded us to never lose hope. He firmly believes that these wrigglers could be rehabilitated. Personally, I and a few others think so too.”

Ms. Maryam looks at you thoughtfully. “You know, I’m starting to think that perhaps your assignment as a teacher here may be more than a mere coincidence. Yes, I see now. Where the adults have failed, you might succeed. Given your relatable age, they’d probably be more willing to let their guard down and communicate with you.” Oh, cool. This might turn out to be easier than you thought. “But don’t get too comfortable. If you’re not careful, they’d walk all over you once given the opportunity. I suggest that you watch your back around them.” Welp, there go the last vestige of confidence you have left.

You both resume your walk, your hand tight around the class roster. You look up to see the numbers on the classrooms gradually climb up. Class 409… 410… 411… 412…

“Here we are.” You almost bump into Ms. Maryam when she stops in front of a classroom near the end of the hall. A sneak peek through the window shows you a room full of troll kids talking to each other, playing around, or just off doing their own thing. You’re not sure if there are any humans mixed in as you couldn’t see even a hint of peach, brown, or black in the sea of gray skin and candy corn horns. A troll boy with a pair of horns that oddly resembled flashlights takes notice of you and gives a flirty wink. You back away and draw closer to Ms. Maryam.

You take a moment to open your class roster and get a glimpse of your prospective students. You count a total of forty kids. That’s forty troll kids from the hellplanet Alternia. Forty troll kids who Ms. Maryam says might hurt either your body and ego (or both) should you allow it in any way. It must have taken a lot pedial put-downs to get them to sit still for their one-on-one photo-op to make this roster. Not all of them looked very happy.

But you don’t know, a fair lot of them also seem kind of nice. Maybe this isn’t going to be so bad after all.

“Make sure to remember their names and faces quickly, okay?” Ms. Maryam reminds you. You swallow a lump in your throat as you stood in front of the door, hands shaking. Can you really do this? Can you really teach so many alien kids like this? You take a deep breath to calm your nerves and reach for the knob of the wooden door. It’s now or never...

EXTRA

ALTERRA ACADEMY FACULTY & STAFF DOSSIER

Name: MSPA Reader

Age: 13 years

Occupation: Aspiring Grandmaster Mage, Alterra Academy newbie teacher

Notes:

-Shaped like a friend

-Junior majyyk user

-Protect them

~oOo~

Name: Kankri “The Signless” Vantas

Age: 16 solar sweeps/35 years

Blood Color: Candy/Human Red

Occupation: Alternian revolutionary/religious icon, Earth troll representative/ambassador, Alterra Academy Social Studies teacher

Notes:

-Love and equality for all

-Righteous leggings under professional garb

-Shouty when angered

~oOo~

Name: Porrim “Dolorosa” Maryam

Age: 35 solar sweeps/76 years

Blood Color: Jade Green

Sign: Virgo Occupation: Signless’ guardian/mother, Academy Staff Guidance Officer, Student Guidance Councilor

Notes:

-Team Mom

-Rumored to be a Rainbow Drinker/Troll vampire

~oOo~

Name: Jane Egbert, née Crocker

Age: 80 years

Occupation: Alterra Academy Principal

Notes:

-Ex-heiress to a baking empire

-Practical japerist

-Senior Sleuth

#fanfic #hiveswap #friendsim #mspa reader #negima au #troll call #ancestors #beta guardians

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Talks Machina Highlights - Critical Role C2E15 (Apr 24, 2018)

Hello hello hello! As @eponymous-rose is away doing Important Science, I’m covering TM recap duty tonight! Tonight’s guests: Marisha & Liam. Tonight’s announcements:

This Saturday is International Tabletop Day! G&S is running special programming all day to celebrate.

VM Origins #6 is out at all available online comic retailers. The final touches are being placed on the comic collected edition; details to be released soon!

Wednesday Club airs tomorrow at 7pm PST.

826LA hit the $35,000 reward tier this week! This means Matt will be hosting another Fireside Chat soon. (Liam reveals that the vintage robe & a tiger ring Matt wore in the last chat were gifts from him after a certain jazz-hands-related event in the last campaign.) As a reminder, all donations are doubled up to $40,000 thanks to a generous critter matching donations.

Pillars of Eternity is out in two weeks! Reminder that the characters of VM will be playable as voice sets in this campaign; the new portrait art for Vax was released this week. Check it out at versusevil.com/criticalrole! Liam extols Travis’s voice acting and the “finesse” in his performance and hopes that fans will be very happy with it.

Reminder: Dani Carr hosts Critical Role Recaps every week.

CR Stats for Episode 15

48 natural ones this campaign so far ($4800 from D&D Beyond to 826LA!)

67 natural 20s so far, even without a Lucky rogue!

Over both campaigns & 51 initiative rolls, Ashley averages only 9.5 on her initiative rolls. :( However, she’ll be on Talks next week! Yay!

Beau is super into working for the Gentleman right now. As long as she makes friends in high places, she’s happy (in part because she knows they won’t last long).

Liam doesn’t miss trap duty at all. (He’s enjoying being a screw-up wizard.) That said, he still enjoys watching Sam bring his magic touch to his old class.

Beau fundamentally trusts that people will always act in their own self-interest, which is why she told Jester to take care of herself first. To Beau, selfishness & survival are synonymous--most people want to make sure they aren’t going to get caught or killed. That’s how she can trust untrustworthy people to work for the good of the group, and why she thought Caleb & Nott needed to be part of a bigger conversation.

Sam, of course, very briefly FaceTimes into the show with the knowledge that Liam called him a comedic genius. He wishes everyone to know that this is accurate, does a remarkable Howdy Doody impression, and leaves.

Caleb didn’t have any experience with the Zone of Truth spell before and paid close attention while it was being cast, but “nobody asked him any questions, so I guess it’s fine.”

Caleb’s one-on-one with the DM hasn’t changed his playstyle or character interpretation yet, since it didn’t reveal anything significant. He does think it might have given Caleb a mildly different outlook on certain things/his mood a little bit, but no fundamental shifts yet. Beau’s one-on-one shifted her perspective a lot--she doesn’t respect authority at all, so being put in her place was a good check on her personality & took the edge off her wrecking-ball habits. Both Marisha & Brian talk about respecting someone willing to call them out on their crap.

Gif of the Week: this glorious thing by @scottc_miller on twitter. Poor everyone. Poor drunk Nott.

Beau is officially warming up to Molly. Awwww, my heart. “I don’t know if Molly’s warming up to Beau, but...” Brian: “Self-preservation, guilty until proven innocent...an optimist!”

Molly’s amnesia reveal hasn’t really changed Caleb’s opinion of him. He does trust that Molly told the truth within the Zone’s context, but he knows that may not be the whole truth. The only person who’s changed in Caleb’s estimation is actually Beau; Liam talks about a low score he rolled on an arcana check on the magical symbols, which Beau surpassed, and in the moment Caleb realized that meant Beau must have had some formal schooling. “A little checkmark went ‘boop!’ in a box.”

Beau is aware of her own terrible flirting with women, & Marisha references Beau’s strong preference to be in charge in her interactions. Marisha also talks about some of her Meisner acting classes/acting methods in how scenes are structured and it’s actually really, really cool. Liam segues into his first week in NYU at his very first voice acting class where they laid on the floor and did “pelvic thrusts” to loosen the diaphragm. Marisha recalls her college voice acting teacher telling her she was terrible and shouldn’t pursue voice acting because she spoke from the back of her throat.

All of Caleb’s spells have been selected for RP reasons over functionality/utility. Liam knows it’s not the most optimal build &, as might be expected, doesn’t care in the slightest. You go, boo.

Liam and Marisha giggle over fighting such a classic old-school monster as a gelatinous cube. Liam honestly wishes Frumpkin could have been dissolved; Caleb emphatically does not. Marisha remembers finding the old cube mini with Matt which could be opened up so other minis could fit inside, and they sat in their living room for some time putting minis inside it. The pair that slays together stays together. Liam also remembers a Comic Con that had light-up gelatinous cube minis which he attended riiiiight after meeting Marisha.

Fanart of the Week: this by @sephiramy! Look at how good everyone looks, awwww.

Liam jokes that he personally excluded Quebec from the giveaways and it’s inexplicably hilarious, especially given Matt’s apologies for it on the regular show.

Beau’s hand going numb on the cube attack didn’t phase her at all; she’s still in the “adolescent” phase where she isn’t afraid of any bad things that might happen to her.

In re: screwing the DM with in-universe D&D choices: “Path of the Duck for the fuck.”

When it comes to HP management, the rest of the party is trying to make sure they can get people up when they’re down, especially since Jester canonically dislikes healing. Marisha reflects on the last campaign where she & Sam often filled the blanks around Ashley’s healing, and feels everyone’s trying to fill a similar role now. Liam and Marisha would ideally like another healer, but neither Beau nor Caleb are paying much attention to maintaining a balanced party comp.

The cat’s paw version of Caleb’s spell was always planned given his attachment to Frumpkin.

Liam talks about pre-stream puzzles from campaign one, including a complicated hydraulic puzzle that Taliesin’s dragonborn paladin sidestepped with one brute force elbow. He also remembers a child’s square puzzle that took “a group of adults an embarrassing time to solve.”

Cast- and staff-wide digression into puzzle-shaming Gandalf for flunking the Moria door riddle. Gandalf the Grey--more like Gandalf the Bad at Riddles, amirite

Beau’s ability to solve the magic puzzle feels to Marisha like the lessons your dad makes you learn as a kid, even though you never think you’ll use them--(such as being made to learn to change your own oil despite thinking you’ll always use AutoZone), but then you end up using the skill later on and resent it the whole time.

Caleb’s increased participation in discussions lately is an intentional choice on Liam’s part.

Beau’s improvement in dealing with the rest of the M9 is due to her becoming more comfortable with them.

Caleb recognizes Fjord’s arcane power, but doesn’t question it at all due to the magical nature of their world. (Neither Liam nor Caleb trusts Fjord to be neutral good: “He spat saltwater out!”)

Marisha makes a great point about how everyone in a D&D party is by definition magical and special, but everyone in the M9 right now feels like they’re still discovering what that means. Liam points out that VM very much felt like strong, special people with greatness thrust upon them; M9 feels like a troupe of random carnies.

Marisha on why she’s playing a human in D&D when so many possibilities exist: “Some people like playing ordinary people in extraordinary circumstances.” She likes going from an all-powerful half-elven archdruid prodigy to a schmo who can just punch things really hard.

While discussing impostor syndrome, Brian quotes David Milch: “So much of the accomplishment in art comes not from the discovery of one’s gift but from its acceptance.” He likes that the leveling system supports the slow growth of a character in an RP sense and allows the character to learn and accept his or her strengths. He likes that it’s not straight escapism, it’s the combination of one foot in reality and one foot in fantasy.

Liam points out that since their group is very theater- and story-driven, they often use the leveling process to support story choices and character growth over class optimization. Marisha relates it back to the choices in Disney movies, where sometimes the protagonist discovers their innate power & embraces it in order to succeed, vs. where sometimes a protagonist must overcome an innate feature and rise above it in order to succeed. She loves that dichotomy. (Brian feels Scanlan represented similar principles in the last campaign.)

Liam’s favorite moment of the last episode was Sam’s small drunk goblin irritation.

In re: the rising from the floor at the end of the last episode, Liam hopes there’s a way to talk their way out of any upcoming fight, since Caleb’s pretty tapped. Beau: “This is fine.”

After Dark: I Know What You Did Last Summer Edition

On transferring from the relationship between Vax & Keyleth to Caleb & Beau--both Liam & Marisha have had some disputes about everything that went down in the High Richter’s house. Marisha: “I wouldn’t use the word ‘disputes.’” Liam: “What would you use?” Marisha: “...Clarifications?” They both are struggling with how much their in- and out-of-game relationships have changed over the course of the two campaigns.

The crew photoshops Liam’s hairy V-necked chest onto Marisha live. What even. How.

Marisha does miss some things about spellcasting, but enjoys watching everyone else struggle with concentration checks and saving throws.

Liam and Marisha both enjoy building characters and then assigning the classes that fit their story, instead of deciding what class to play first & building a character to that.

Brief aside where both Marisha (not Beau) & Caleb (not Liam) talk about how much they love Jester.

Liam discusses in- and out-of-player knowledge when it comes to Fjord. Liam knows there’s an eldritch horror behind him, but Caleb has no clue. Marisha sees him as the altrustic half-leader who’s hiding a lot. Liam hypothesizes that someone was about to die, and Fjord saved whoever it was by offering himself to Cthulu. Liam doesn’t think Fjord is good-aligned. Marisha doesn’t trust his smarts.

Marisha tells a story about Taliesin’s hair at C2E2. They were doing group photos when a family with a little girl came up who asked Taliesin his favorite hair color. He answered “I’m really into the peacock fade with the blue and the fade into green and the purple and the emerald,” and the poor girl was a little overwhelmed. (Marisha once answered her second-grade teacher’s question about her favorite color as “iridescent” and feels the teacher was more impressed with her vocabulary than her color choice.)

If they were pulled into Exandria today, Marisha would like to be a wild magic sorcerer or a paladin; Liam would be a wizard.

If the M9 were stuck in a cavern with no food, Marisha would eat Fjord first since he’s probably already a little salted.

Beau’s martial artistry is inspired by Ip Man.

Liam steps out for a moment after a coughing fit, then returns in order to stand very, very close to Brian. Close enough that Brian’s ear rests on Liam’s stomach. Close enough that Marisha feels left out and both of them cuddle on Brian’s lap to end the show. I’m glad I’m not kidding.

See you Thursday!

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