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yelenasdiary · 3 months ago

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for the a widows sunshine series what about when y/n’s school is having like one of those parent days where the kids parents come to the school to do fun activities and natasha has to tell her that she can’t make it because of work or something like that and y/n is really sad about that.

so instead wanda surprises her by showing up for her which makes y/n really excited. i didn’t have a specific age in mind but maybe this could be for the 5-10 age range.

Afternoon Tea Party

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Daughter! Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: When your mom can’t get out of work for a kindergarten event, Wanda takes it upon herself to surprise you.��

Tiny Angst, Comfort

Warnings: None | 0.9K

AC: Thank you for sending this! Reader is 5 in this, perfect for just before they call Wanda ‘mama’ at age 6! I hope you enjoy this! x

A Widow’s Sunshine Masterlist

“Rough night?” Wanda asked Natasha while the red head poured herself a mug of coffee. “Nah, I just dropped Y/n off at kindergarten and spend 20 minutes in the parking lot to get her to stop crying before I walked her in” Natasha replied, sipping her coffee.

“Is she okay?” Wanda asked.

“She has this afternoon tea thing, and I can’t get out of training the new recruits so I can’t go. She was really excited about it” Natasha explains, sighing to herself knowing she had let her daughter down. “Why don’t I go? I mean, only if you’re okay with it” Wanda suggested, causing a soft smile to tug at Nat’s lips.

“You would do that?” She asked.

“Of course, I’d love too” the brunette smiled. Nat kissed her softly, “you are a life saver, thank you! It starts at 1pm, take my credit card and buy a fruit salad or something to take” she replied.

“Don’t stress, I’ve got this. You on the other hand, don’t need this” Wanda said, taking the coffee from Nat’s hand, “you only drink more than one cup of coffee when you’re stressed, have some juice or water and leave the rest up to me!” She added.

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You, along with your other classmates helped the teacher set up the family event by placing a spread of snacks on the table for guests to help themselves too. You wished your teacher would let you sit in her office to draw while everybody else had fun but your teacher said no and encouraged you to take part in the event.

As parents started to arrive, you only got sadder knowing that you’d be one of the only students without your parent showing up. It was moments like these that you hated your mother’s job and didn’t understand why she couldn’t come.

Quietly, you snuck off to the corner of the classroom where the books were and made yourself comfortable on one of the beanbags and looked at the picture book in hopes of ignoring the event taking place around you.

“What are you reading there?” A familiar voice made you look up from the picture book.

“Wanda!!” You jumped up, dropping the book and instantly giving her a tight hug, “are you here for afternoon tea?” You asked, looking up at her.

“I sure am! I even brought some apple and orange slices; can you show me where I can put them?” Wanda asked with a soft smile. You took her free hand and took her to the snack table where she placed the fruit slices down. “Over here we have drinks you can help yourself too! Do you want a drink?” You asked, full of happiness.

Wanda loved seeing how happy and excited you were for her to be here, “Sure! I could do with a drink” she replied before you rushed over to the drinks table and waited for Wanda to help you pour some juice for the two of you.

After you and Wanda enjoyed your juice, you took Wanda to the wall where plenty of artwork was hanging, you showed her the painting of the beach you had painted a few days ago before showing her the robot you made from boxes which you named uncle tony.

“And this is a folder is all about me!” You said, giving her the folder with your name on the front that you had proudly decorated. Just as Wanda started to have a good look through the folder, one of your teachers had announced that it was time to take your family member or family friend to one of the activity tables to take part in. You had your eyes set on the paper puppet making table and quickly grabbed Wanda’s hand before rushing over to the table.

You grabbed a piece of green A4 paper while Wanda grabbed a pink piece of paper. “I’m going to make a frog!” You beamed as you reached for a piece of red paper. Wanda smiled softly before she had a quick look over the instructions sheet, once she had an idea of how to make a paper puppets, she offered to fold your green paper as shown in the instructions.

“What are you going to make Wanda?” You asked, using the kid friendly scissors to begin cutting out the shape of your frog’s tongue.

“I think I might make a little bunny” Wanda replied as she finished up folding the green paper for your frog. “I like bunnies! I wish I could have one as a pet, but mommy says we can’t have pets in our new home” you replied.

“An apartment is no place for a bunny, maybe you could ask to keep one at your uncle Clint’s house” the brunette suggested. You face lit up at the idea, “I’m going to ask her when I go home today!!” You smiled before reaching for the glue.

Wanda helped you glue some extra pieces of paper on the head for the eyes and even helped you cut out some white and black circles to make the eyes, once satisfied with your frog, you wrote your name on the back and placed the crafty frog on your hand.

“I’m going to name her Miss Hoppies!” You smiled at Wanda.

“Miss Hoppies looks awesome! Do you think she will like being friends with Cupcake?” Wanda replied, placing the bunny puppet on her hand. You chuckled at the name Wanda had picked for her puppet, “that’s a funny name for a bunny” you said, “but I like it!” You added.

The two of you then played with the puppets together, having Wanda surprise you made you forget the reason why your mother couldn’t come. Although you were still sad that you couldn’t do this with her, you couldn’t wait to show her the puppets you and Wanda had made.

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#yelenasdiary asks #anon #fanfiction #marvel #wanda maximoff #wandanat #wandanat x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #awidowssunshineau

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bunnies-and-blues · 6 months ago

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Hello gorgeous, I hope life has been treating you well! Can I request mitsui, miyagi, sendo, and maki with a reader who likes to draw and often goes to their practice to draw them? If not or it’s too many that ok! Thank you for your consideration!🫶

─꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱─ slam dunk : my muse ! ☆

⸝⸝ tl;dr : sd boys with their artist partner ! involves hisashi mitsui + ryota miyagi, akira sendoh, and shinichi maki !

⸝⸝ note : i took a bit of liberty and made the reader their partner, i hope that's okay ! idm making a seperate post wherein reader is their friend / admirer if ever :DD

hisashi mitsui + ryota miyagi . . . seperately !

the moment you and mitsui/miyagi became a thing he just became the cockiest person in the world . like, genuinely . it was really cute and endearing at first but eventually everyone's just pissed at him t-t

even more so when he's at practice ... all of a sudden he's extra energetic and his form is beyond perfect (not that akagi's complaining; if you get them to play well then that's all for the better)

he knows that you like to draw —its even one of the reason why he likes you so much ! — and the moment he found out that you drew him during his practices ... oh my god, ego to the roof !! /pos

mitsui flashes you a devilish grin, his eyes gazing upon the quick sketches you've made of his form. "i look great," he states. he winks as he walks back towards the ring, aiming for a three-pointer. "make sure to get my good side, yeah?"

look, mitsui's all cocky and arrogant when he's in front of the others (much to their chagrin), but in private — that's a whole different story . he's consistently sending kogure and akagi photos of your art, pretty much showing them off !!

and he makes sure to thank you for all of your efforts ; he'll buy you all the art supplies you want ! (and he'll try to draw you as well, but he's not the best at it ... )

miyagi is speechless when you show him your sketchbook. across the pages are drawings of him, each pose dynamic and vivacious. he could practically feel the energy radiating from your sketches. "this is amazing," he murmurs, heart-eyed. he looks up at you. "you're amazing."

much like mitsui, he'll show your art off — but he'll show it off to everyone. the basketball team, ayako, his classmates, his family- you name it !

what can i say ? he loves you !

akira sendoh . . .

"woahh!" sendoh exclaims, his eyes alight with glee when you show him your sketchbook. he takes it in his hands, holding it as if it was the most precious thing to exist. he traces the outline of his sketched-out form with a delicate finger, his grin spreading ear-to-ear. he looks at you with crinkled eyes, his smile as bright and warm as summer sun. "these are really good ! maybe you should teach me how to draw !"

sendoh is all smiles when he saw your drawings of him . he can't help it ! believe it or not, he's seen fanart of himself alongside the countless fanmail he's received, but never before has he had someone draw him so ..

he can't describe it, really . but all he knows is that it's the best art he's ever seen ! your art was warm, each pencil stroke filled with love and care, your affection for him reflected tenderly in the careful way you drew his features.

like with mitsui and miyagi, he'll gladly show off your art to the basketball team ! and before you know it, you'll have a line of the team members asking for you to draw them as well .

shinichi maki . . .

maki stares at the compilation of sketches in his hand. admittedly, he had felt a bit downhearted when he saw that you've been drawing during their practices, feeling as if you haven't been paying him attention, but he couldn't have been more wrong. he caresses the paper with a gentle hand, then pulls you in for an embrace. "thank you, my darling," he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear. "these are wonderful."

a gentleman through and through, maki makes sure to show his affections after receiving such a gift (even if you didn't mean it to be a gift in the first place) .

he starts giving back, taking you out on art dates and offering to buy you any art supply you want . even if you ask for just a simple pencil, he'll ensure that you get only the best quality !

unlike the other three, he'd want to keep your art of him for his eyes only . not that he's not proud of it or anything, but he just prefers for your art of him to be seen by only him ... not that it works (kiyota would find a way to snatch them from him when he's not working lmao)

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serxinns · 11 months ago

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Scarlet Witch reader x yandere Mha Extras: Babysitting!

• your crazy classmates turn into kids and now you're stuck with them great...

•Turns out that while they were on a mission a time Villian decided it was a good idea to enable his quirk while he was being pinned down and now all your classes are turned into 4-5-year-olds and your teacher is now the same age as you

• when you 1st walked into the room the kids surrounded you and looked at you some were in wonder, some were amazed and some were possessive a tug on the bottom of your shirt caught your attention to look down to see Izuku with his all might figure in hand "hi would you like to play with me!" he said with a big smile in his face you smiled back "ok sure!" "I wanna play with y/n too! "me too!" momo said while frowning the other kids whined begging you to play with them as we "Guys guys!" you released yourself from them "ill play with all of you I promise but I izuku asked 1st so I'll play with him you want to join u can or you can play with Aizawa" your friends all whined protesting but it was quickly shit down by the grumpy teen izuku look back with a smug smile while holding your hand the classmates glared and all thought of one single thing

Game on

•Babysitting your kids was absolute hell for you and aizawa all of your friends wanted to play with you individually

Katsuki wanted you to be the kidnapped prince/Princess so he can be the big hero to save you

Shoto wanted to draw you so you had to sit there and stand still so he can be done (it was a drawing of you and him kissing)

Momo and Aoyama wanted to do a mini-fashion show and wanted you to be the judge so they could both compete with each other and see which one is the best

Kirishima wanted to impress you and get your attention by attempting to break stuff with his quirk so you can call him manly you had to stop him many many times

Tsuyu tryna put makeup on you saying how pretty you are and Hakagure is doing your hair and if you ever move you're hit with a brush by Hakagure

Sero tryna to play Spiderman so he can be your Spiderman to save you but you and aizawa panicked tryna persuade him to come down

Koji is the tamest one he tries to teach you different types of animals and species and whenever you praise him for it he gets so happy he tries to invite them in thinking he'll get more praise at 1st it was small animals but u had to stop him cause it was gonna invite a whole ass snake in there

Sato drags you in the kitchen and makes you watch his baking and wanting to be his taste tester

Mina wants to have a dance battle with you making you put up a much of songs you and herbsould like and make you dance with her

Ochako Wants you to join her making matching love bracelets thinking if you would wear this the two of you could be a couple

Iida wanted to be the little class pet trying to tell off the Kids to let you be and tryna convince you into thinking that he's the only good student here

Tokoyami Wants to nap with you which is your fav thing and he loves to want you to read stories to him

Shoji just wants to cuddle you no playing no running no nothing just cuddling with you while your watching your fav show on ur phone

Ojiro wants to play Karate with you so you pretend to spare with him in karate and pretend to be defeated

Denki wanted to play hide and seek with you but his hiding spot are so bad you tried your best not laugh and see him at the same time

Mineta just kept flirting with you so you had to put him in timeout

Izuku Wanted you to be the villain and he she to be the hero to stop you

You were being pulled in different directions the kids arguing about who gets to spend more with who Aizawa tried to break it up but when they hissed at him and he gave up and said "Nope" It was all up to you so the two of you you were about to snap at the children telling them to stop but you had an idea

you whispered it to Aiwzawa so while the class was arguing you quietly tiptoed to the door gently shut it making sure they didn't notice and out and got some snacks and drinks for them

You got back and everyone was glaring at aizawa

Y/n: Tf are y'all glaring for

Bakugo: Where did he take you

Y/n: To get some snacks-

Tenya: no fair! I would've helped you if you would've asked me

Mina: Me too!

Kirishima: hey I wouldve been a better helper

Katsuki: U STUPIDS WOULDNT BEEN STRONG ENOUGH TO CARRY IT

Y/n: QUIET! it doesn't matter you want the snacks or not

Class 1a: Yea!

You and Aizawa sat them down in a circle-like formation and watch them eat their food praying that the night quill would work

It didn't

The kids were as hyper as ever they couldn't stop jumping around chasing each other Tatsumi was chasing around Kirishima and Mina with a knife it was chaos u had to lock yourself in the closet and grabbed ur cross and pray when someone announced that you were theirs LORD IT WAS A WAR you hid in the closet for what felt forever when you realize it was all quiet

You looked out to be the coast was clear but saw your classmates sleeping Thank god

You brought sleep bags and mats for them and they all slept soundly

#yandere bnha #tw yandere #yandere ua #tw obsessive behavior #yandere x reader #platonic yandere #bnha fluff #yandere class 1a #tw stalking #yandere mha

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cal-cium-the-nerd · 2 months ago

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Byrn ‘covertly’ mouthed ‘thank you’ to Kirielle, who was unabashedly playing with the rain barrier by sticking her arms and legs outside the protective dome and then drawing them back in, causing her to give him a thumbs up. Apparently the boy knew whom to thank for his good fortune. Hmph. If he ran out of mana halfway to their new home after getting Byrn to the academy, it would be on her head. Rain barrier was quite draining, and he had to enlarge it so it would cover all three of them plus the floating disk that carried their combined luggage. “This spell is awesome,” Kirielle declared. “How hard is it? Do you think you could teach me how to cast this one? I won’t tell anyone!” “Oh please,” Zorian snorted. “You can’t even feel your mana, much less shape it. It’s not a question of legality, it’s a question of skill. It would take months if you’re some kind of genius, a year or two otherwise. Just wait until you enroll into a magic school yourself, okay?” Kirielle immediately deflated.

(Chapter 14)

The way Kirielle is so enthusiastic about learning magic really makes her resemble Zorian a lot, even pre-time loops, as he was repeatedly shown to enjoy learning for learning's sake while most of his classmates treated it as a chore.

I think adult Kiri will probably resemble Zorian much more than either of them expects.

ON A DIFFERENT NOTE THOUGH; i find it really really funny that Kiri is/will be getting tutored by Zorian when Fortov basically asked the same (or at least something similar) from Daimen but got ghosted in the end.

I really wonder what Fortov's reaction to Kirielle being taught by Zorian would be.

#mother of learning #mol reread #last part was going to be in the tags but i changed my mind

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neuroprincess · 2 years ago

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August - Larissa Weems/Female Reader - Part Two

Larissa Weems/Female Reader

Summary: After knowing about August's existence, Larissa tries to get closer to the teenager and making it work can be difficult when both are socially awkward.

Classification: Fluff

Warnings: OC (original character)

Word count: +2700

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four (soon)

Unrevised

The teenager takes a bite of apple as she stares at the courtyard distractedly, the social groups are dispersed, gathered together talking about random things, mostly about Rave'N Ball which soon became the main topic. Everyone seems excited describing their party clothes bought especially for the day and who they would bring, she knows she should be excited about the same things or at least pretend so she could socialize with them, but she isn't and can't, the only promising thing about the ball is the food and dancing. She loves to dance, since childhood it seems to be the best way to express herself, more than words anyway. At the age of four she started ballet classes and continued performing until 13 when she had a growth spurt, being too tall and with an inadequate bone structure to continue being a dancer, August used her abilities as much as she could to continue dancing and in the end had to let go when mom found out, disapproving. Y/N understood the motivations, it was the girl's first individual interest and something she had devoted herself to for years, this didn't negate the fact that using shapeshifting is a type of cheating and this consumed a lot of her daily energy to continue with the farce. Besides, where they were living was not very kind to any outcast and unsafe for someone like the teenager, in the end they had to resort to the most radical alternative, sending her to Nevermore. Learning things that she, as a mom and normie, could never teach.

August takes one last bite before discarding the rest of the fruit in the trashcan next to the bench she is sitting on, as turning around she notices the presence of the principal almost next to her, standing looking at some vague point pretending to be analyzing the students, except for her as if barely acknowledging her presence. The girl waves a hand in greeting to get her attention and succeeds, they exchange a quick smile and nod, looking back to the courtyard. It's awkward, none of them like this atmosphere and at the same time they don't make the first move towards a real conversation.

"I... I heard that you haven't been using your abilities for two days now." the blonde begins running over the first few words before continuing "How do you feel about that?"

"It's boring, I confess my life seemed easier. And some people just won't stop staring at me."

"Well, you're pretty and tall, you draw attention from boys and girls." Larissa tries to hit back with positive points and winks to her "Anyone interesting?"

She notices how the girl unconsciously stares at a specific group and looks away blushing, redness taking over cheeks and ears. August just whispers "No." and stares at her confused, she thinks that somehow it's not normal for the principal to ask questions like that. But this is a new world which she is still learning the rules.

"Right... have you already been introduced to your classmates?"

"Not exactly, that blonde werewolf talked to me the first day and told me who was who, after that we never talked again." the teenager shrugs shoulders about the fact, she had met a few students who either seemed intimidated or didn't even bother to introduce themselves properly "And that's okay, I'm trying things on my own."

"I understand." neither of them knows what to say anymore, remaining in a silence for minutes that isn't uncomfortable despite the growing anxiety in the pit of their stomachs. She knows August is talking about Enid and it's her group that she has unintentionally stared at. The girl stands up slowly when she notices some students are already gathering for class "Your uniform looks very... short."

Larissa notices that when the teenager stands, they are 6 inches apart, the uniform set with the skirt, which should be just past her knees, looks too small for her size, like it shrunk in the dryer or something. The sweater is tucked tighter against the body instead of being comfortably loose around her, the shoes look slightly uncomfortable, and the skirt that should be below the knee reaches her knees.

"Oh, that! I guess I spent so much time changing my form that I didn't even realize I had another growth spurt, I just forgot to warn Mama. I could take care of it with my own hands, but shapeshifting is out of our deal." the girl straightened the clothes on her body trying to make them conform to the uniform as best as she could, feeling embarrassed by the situation "I think I can handle 5 days until I can use my abilities again." she whispers the last part for only the two to hear.

"Why don't you tell your mother? I'm sure soon you will stop growing and be able to wear only a size of clothes." "Because that's how it happened to me" the blonde mentally adds, in her school days she had to change the size of her clothes and shoes three times. Growing pains as a teenager, her mother always told her on the way to the mall to buy more clothes. Victoria Weems is as tall as her daughter and apparently the girl inherited that from them, even if Y/N's genes allow her to be a little shorter than the two older Weems "I'm sure she'll buy."

"I'm sure too and that's exactly the point." she says simply, her tone making it clear that she doesn't want to continue the topic, then puts the backpack on shoulders "I have to go, botany class now."

"Right! August, think carefully about the ball, it's not mandatory, but it's a great experience and you have a week to prepare." the principal blinks as the girl walks past her, in response she just gets a shy smile.

Larissa smiles back and as soon as the teenager disappears from her vision she turns to the group of students where Enid is, Wednesday with her, Xavier a short distance away from them, Bianca, Divina and Yoko are nearby talking to the duo, the new student doesn't seem interested keeping the same expression as always, which sends a shiver down her spine when directed at her as Addams realizes the tall woman is staring. The blonde immediately turns to go back to her office, pretending this moment didn't happen, even being a teenager she gives her some chills, not that she is scary but yes her actions, she doesn't know what to expect from her.

On the way through the halls Lara August doesn't leave her mind. First, as principal for many years and past hundreds of students, she didn't believe August would follow through on the deal so easily, the next day the fountain was completely clean and more than before, once again Larissa found herself looking for her, this time knowing who to look for and not found her. What made her upset was the possibility that the girl had gone back to using the abilities to hide from her, a possibility soon denied by Thornhill who had the girl as a helper most part of the day and claimed she saw her go straight to the dormitory. Second, she learned more about her supposed daughter, August sleeps in Ophelia Hall sharing a room with a psychic outcast, the academic curriculum is focused on history and literature, she tried fencing and left when Bianca beat her in 10 seconds, after being rejected by the yearbook she is still looking for an extracurricular activity. And last and not least, that the teenager loves hot chocolate, or should at least like it a lot, because Larissa has seen her drink many cups of hot chocolate with whipped cream this morning for breakfast.

And something struck her as she analyzed the short conversation they had at the break, the group that Lara stared at was precisely Enid's... with Wednesday. It couldn't be possible, she wished there wasn't the slightest chance that the blonde was liking the other girl. Not only would it be ironic considering her own past with Morticia, it would also be Y/N's ruin and maybe August's, because as far as anyone can tell the two are complete opposites. Perhaps, with some hope, her possible love interest could be any of the other girls or even Xavier.

"I wonder if this is how parents feel or act when their children are having a crush on someone."

The day is already over for the Nevermore students, most of them have finished dinner, going to their respective dormitories or gathering in common rooms to study for exams the next day. August doesn't feel the need to spend her evening like this after having dedicated all her free hours to it, she sees how desperate everyone is about some difficult subjects and wonders if she should approach them for help, giving up the idea when they find the answer by themselves or with the help of Bianca, who majestically walks around the tables helping their classmates with small things as if she has all the content memorized in her brilliant mind and making a point of showing how intelligent she is. The shapeshifter tries to be discreet as she stares at their interactions, knowing she is failing in this as her eyes can't leave her until the other notices, Bianca frowns as their gazes meet. August turns face quickly and places her hands on cheeks knowing she must be blushing, this is how it works, when in her normal form the pale skin gives way with annoying ease. It's not like she knows how to hide reactions and emotions either, another part of her socially maladjusted personality.

"Hey, white head!" the siren calls out approaching her, laughing when she notices how the girl stiffens at the desk, dropping the book she was reading and slowly turns to look, confusion in her eyes wondering if it was she who was called "Yes, you. Are you having a hard time too?"

"Yeah, no, I mean no. I've been studying all day." she stutters, trying to look anywhere but Barclay's intimidating eyes.

"I see. So do you have a problem with me?" the question is direct and sincere, too direct for the blonde's conversational standards.

"No, never, I'm... I'm sorry." the two stare at each other for a few seconds that seem tense and that atmosphere is cut off by the queen bee's loud laugh, August not sure how to feel about this reaction, even more confused.

"You were staring at me."

"I didn't even realize. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." she swallows dryly and finally gets up the courage to look her in the eyes, feeling legs getting weak and maybe pressure dropping along with it, if she wasn't sitting up she would probably fall to knees on the floor.

"It's all right. Well, if that's it..." Bianca says casually ready to go to another table to offer help.

"Bianca! Actually..." the shapeshifter takes a deep breath trying to gather courage to continue "I need help, not with the exams. I'm terrible at fencing, you know that, you're the one who made me kiss the ground a month ago." the two laugh for different reasons remembering of her first fencing lesson "Could you give me some lessons or some help? Please."

"Sure! Maybe after the ball, you have the potential for a good opponent, Lara."

"Thank you..."

As soon as the siren gives back August gets up gathering her belongings and tries to leave the common room as discreetly as possible, a difficult task when she messes with the strap of the backpack attached to the chair and quick steps that make the shoes resonate on the floor. "She knows my name! She knows my fucking name!" is the only thing the blonde can think of while running to her dorm, avoiding curious and even judging glances at the big smile on her lips. When she enters the bedroom she seems to be walking on clouds and suddenly feels silly for acting this way just because Bianca Barclay knows her name, maybe it's no big deal, she is a brilliant student with a great memory, or maybe it's too much because after all she is the queen bee while August is another teen without any highlight and who would never draw her attention. August sighs and walks to her side of the room throwing the backpack on the bed, that's when she notices a perfectly wrapped red package on top of the blankets, she stares at it confused, for a moment believes that maybe it's a gift for her roommate and they got the sides confused, but there is a note with her full name written in cursive handwriting.

The package is opened with care, the ribbons undo the lace to reveal a complete uniform set, from blazer to shoes, what makes her happiest is the skirt in the right size looking perfectly cut for her slim and tall body. She looks at herself in the mirror with the skirt clinging to the body, loving how it looks, she would no longer have to adjust every time she sits down or stands up and that is a great relief. All the items are folded up again to be stored and only then August notices something at the bottom of the package, she pulls out a small thick black book with gold details, Good Omens by Neil Gaiman. Next to it a note attached written "It's one of my favorite books, maybe you'll like it too. Good read, August." and immediately she knows who gave her the package. Principal Weems. The only person in the academy who knows how she likes to be called and uses the name. No matter how stubborn and proud she is felt good to earn it from her, almost hugged for someone other than her mom caring about her.

Another morning begins with Larissa comfortably working on her laptop, it's one of the rare occasions when it's calm, especially with the recent events in Jericho and Nevermore, of course, over the question of a certain student's motherhood. Momentarily the tension was lifted from her shoulders and she felt good, relaxing against the chair. Eyes closed thinking of good times, both past and present. She remembers clearly the day she met Y/N, ten years younger, cheerful and spirited, always friendly when she served her a cup of tea. Their first kiss in front of Larissa's apartment, her former home when only a teacher. They barely had a first date before falling into each other's arms, drunk on love... and wine. She sighs remembering those nights on weekends when they bought bottles to accompany home-cooked dinners and it always ended in the same thing. She can remember the young woman's face in vivid details, it's surreal.

And she comes to the realization that there is one more thing to take care of, to finally talk to Y/N, two days earlier all the courage she had gathered to make that call crumbled as soon she heard her voice on the other side of the phone. She hung up without saying anything, hoping that the other woman would think it was a wrong call or just someone making a prank. When there was no return call she knew she was safe and initiated a plan, not very complex, but still important and difficult to approach the teenager. If was any other child she knows it would be easier, but every time she is around August can't stop thinking that this girl is her daughter, even if there isn't a DNA test to prove it yet, imagining how she must have been as a kid, about who she is, what she likes or dislikes, the guilt eating her up inside every second she spends next to her.

"August, what..." she whispers startled when the girl opens the office doors unceremoniously, she is red and disheveled hair evidencing that she ran all the way there "I see you are wearing the..."

"I thought we had an deal, Principal Weems!" she almost shouts interrupting the older woman, to the surprise of both of them "I tried to behave, to fulfill our deal, I'm not even using my abilities. And you betrayed me! I feel dumb for trusting an adult."

"What are you talking about, Lara August?" Larissa doesn't know if she is confused or angry at the teenager's attitude, her tone of voice expresses that.

"You weren't supposed to call my mom and you called her."

"I didn't..."

"She's here!"

"Shit!"

"Yeah, shit!"

"Watch your mouth, young lady!"

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karma-simp · 3 months ago

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I hate assassination classroom so I've been redesigning it

(That's my Ao3 which has all of my Karma x reader fics). Also TW! I have photos of my drawings in here and my phone quality is soooooo bad.

Don't get me wrong, I've been obsessing over assassination classroom since September 2020 (4 years). But like... the writing is so bad! Like Yusei Matsui, you had some very good ideas and concepts, but you were so bad at communicating them. It has taken over 3 years of analysis to understand even basic ideas

Like your main character, Shiota Nagisa is kinda badly written. His talent isn't bloodlust, it's deception. He appears weak and fragile but is actually a violent killer. He's observant but unnoticeable, so he fades into the background. His character arc is supposed to be finding himself, his way, and his self confidence.

Oh and there are so many 'jokes' made that aren't funny or things that are overlooked like I don't think there is a single good parent in that show except Karasuma. I mean Miss Bitch kissing the students isn't okay, the feminising Nagisa jokes aren't funny and honestly, I don't even like Korosensei anymore. Also Terasaka told Nagisa to kill himself and we never came back to it (or the actual suicide itself).

I mean sure, Korosensei does a lot for those kids, but he just comes off as more of a 'fun' teacher that plays games in class and is always there to talk to but he just seems unprofessional. I mean he's a goddamn mass murderer for god's sake. His backstory took ages for me to understand. Like wah wah, he has to die, cool story bro. I get a backstory every anime (or episode if your demon slayer) so I have no sympathy. But I guess I am a 'greater good' lover so whatever.

Also don't even think to bring up Karma. I mean my username is Karmas-wife, so I am not just his defender, I'm his lawyer. The civil war arc is so out of character for him and so is him teasing Nagisa about being girly after finding about his mum. Sure he might seem like an asshole, but that's the mask, that's what he wants you to think. But he's kind and protective, he's not egotistical. He defends his classmates and friends time and time again. I want to see so much more of him. His anger, fighting prowess, leadership, vulnerability and healing.

Also, the deuteragonist should be Sugino, not Karma. Sugino is Nagisa's best friend, he's literally attached to Nagisa's side, and if I were to ask Nagisa who his best friend was, he would say Sugino. I kinda don't like him because he wouldn't like Karma but I understand that's a bias.

So all of this has made me want need to rewrite assassination classroom. I mean there's a whole lot of angst in the themes that just doesn't translate. Honestly, the show probably would be more memorable and of better quality if it was 3 seasons.

So here are some of my redesigns of characters

Protagonist: Shiota Nagisa

He starts off seemingly timid, quite and oblivious. To try and make up for his insecurity of being useless, Nagisa takes notes of Korosenei's weaknesses, attempts that work, strengths of his classmates and possible future attempts (in a bigger book). He's surprisingly calm under pressure, like when executing assassination attempts. Scarily so. This initially doesn't seem very scary until it combines with his hidden bloodlust. He enjoys the dominance that killing someone provides. Little bit by bit, the little moments of scariness begin to bleed through. Until Kayano shows Nagisa how to conceal himself better, making himself scarier. He wishes for the confidence that Sugino has. Used to be friends with Karma, but now Nagisa really only asks Karma for help because he's kind afraid of Karma. He originally thinks he should be an assassin because it's 'the only thing he's good at' until he starts teaching. The he realises he likes helping people grow more. Also, his talent is deception/ disguising himself, not bloodlust.

Deuteragonist/ Best Friend: Tomohito Sugino

The common sense/ brain cell holder (the only normal person in 3-E). Dad friend who feels very concerned for Nagisa and (rightfully) weary of Karma. Doesn't really see a lot that goes on but is very honest and down to earth (good contrast for airheaded Nagisa). Although he isn't very muscly, he is strong and courageous, like a classic hero. Can be quite simple. Has a crush on Kazaki, likes basketball/ sports and the ten million yen bounty.

Main love interest/ main girl: Kaede Kayano Akari Yukimura

After losing her sister, she infiltrates the E-Calss under a fake name. She eggerates her love of pudding and pretends to be a bubbly airhead. She befriends Nagisa to hide herself then helps him find himself to do this. Later, she reveals herself and after her unsuccessful assassination attempt, she reintroduces herself. The classmates get to know the real her: more mature, determined, fierce, serious but still social and more aware of people than they though. She gains a crush on Nagisa for his steadiness and his emotional intelligence (and kissing ability).

Classmate/ Ex-Friend: Karma Akabane

Used to be friends with Nagisa but got weary of his dark side. An aggressive/ intimidating fighter with a bad reputation of getting into fights (with people that deserved it) like his fight (with a bully) that put him in the E-Class. Doesn't often interact with his classmates as he scares them. He doesn't see any reason to care about grades, them, or himself). Has issues with authority (after betrayal from teacher and being abandoned by parents). Learns to care and put effort into things after being adopted cared for by Karasuma. This makes him go from a bossy shadow to a decisive leader and gives him awareness of others.

Secondary Love interest: Rio Nakamura

Popular jokester who knows (and tells) all the gossip. Similar to Miss Bitch: confident, snarky, headstrong and attention-seeking. Likes Nagisa because he doesn't stand up to her so is 'easy to control.' She loses interest when he does eventually stand up to her. Smarter than she lets on and doesn't want to tell the class to keep her popularity. When she shows how smart she actually is, she loses friends and forces them to come back.

Classmate /Class Clown: Maehara Hiroto

Childish class clown that lives off the words 'no homo' and laughs at fart jokes. Isogai's best friend. He always has a girlfriend and in the very short time in between them he's super depressed because he's scared of being alone. Laughs to hide the pain. Charismatic, attractive and surprisingly loyal. Notices the little things. Romantic and funny so the girls are all over him but he's just a teeny bit afraid of commitment.

Classmate: Manami Okuda

Chemistry girly. Likes easy observations, formulae, and studies of things/ chemicals/ matter. Words/ people are too complicated and she's very unaware of double/ hidden meanings of things due to being very solitary. After being taken advantage of by friends, she gives up on trying. Then she meets Kayano and Kanzaki who work around it. Then Karma and Korosensei teach her how to understand people and why it's important, making her better at communication. Very blunt and straightforward. Horrible liar/ actress.

Classmate/ Bully: Ryoma Terasaka

Bully that uses his strength as power over others/ gets others to do his dirty work. After it doesn't work and he drops to the E-Class, then is put down by his friends for it and sees the effect on Nagisa and the class, he grows up and starts to take responsibility for his actions. Then, he starts listening to others and following their lead. The class might joke about him being a dumbass (which he is) but he does a lot of growing and learns to genuinely care for others, rather than hurt them. Also has common sense but no other smarts.

So there's part 1 of redesigns. Thank you for reading.

#assassination classroom #karma akabane #korosenei #nagisa shiota #sugino tomohito #sugino deserved better #assassination classroom redesign #redesign #kaede kayano #akari yukimura #rio nakamura #maehara hiroto #okuda manami #terasaka ryoma

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dessertpanda · 4 months ago

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To be a Hero....Or maybe Pt2

To be a Hero PT1 PT3 PT4 PT5 PT6 PT7

Master List

This story is heavily based on one of my OC, it mentions kidnapping, suicide, bullying, sex, yonder behavior, and abuse. Please be warned this is a little more graphic compared to my other stories. Also, the timeline for the story is a little different when compared to the actual MHA, the characters are all in college vs being in high school. Please enjoy and note that I do not own any of the named characters except for Paris, all credit for the characters goes to Horikoshi. (Izuku x Fem Reader)

Their relationship continued to bloom and grow, it was relatively healthy except for the slight obsession that flooded from both sides. It was now their Senior year, sticking out the rest of middle school and the entire length of High school, many of their classmates refused to believe that they were dating but after Y/n's tussle, she gained a reputation for being violent, so many decided to keep their distance from both her and Izuku. It had a heavy effect on their social life but they had each other... and to them thats all that mattered. Bakugo.... who Y/n has met a couple of times and grown to hate him... treating Izuku the way he has was despicable... she wanted him dead, but Izuku had yet to ask that of her. He was the only one who continued to dare mess with Izuku, but as per his request... Y/n kept her distance.... lucky for the firey blonde, she was never present when he would harm Izuku.

They sat in their homeroom class, Izuku was in the corner, by the window... trying to remain unnoticed, while Y/n was dead center in the very back of the room. She sat bored, sketching silently and air pods in with her music blasting, using Izuku staring out the window as her inspiration. Both their attentions were dragged to their annoying teacher who clapped his hands loudly "ALL RIGHT CLASS WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE" As soon as he finished the class erupted into a loud mess. "Entrepreneur" "A cop!" "A nurse" There was a multitude of responses came from the students. However, three sat quietly, two of them annoyed and one ashamed of his own answer. Y/n drew her attention back to her drawing, rolling her eyes at the others, and putting her air pod back in. Her action caught the teacher's attention, who seemed to have personal beef with the girl. "HEY ARE YOU EVEN TRYING TO PARTICIPATE IN CLASS?" The man roared, pointing at Y/n, who simply sighed and removed her air pod once again. She took a glance around at all her classmates, whose attention was now strictly on her.

"I want to be a hero, with Izuku... simple as that" Her tone was bored and annoyed. "HA and what makes you think you have what it takes?" He growled at her, crossing his arms and shaking his head. "You make me laugh, You should think of something more realistic... Like a housewife!" His tone was harsh and mocking towards her. He wanted to discourage her and embarrass her in front of the class. Y/n was unbothered by his words, in fact, she laughed at him. "HAHAHA.... I've been training since the day I got my quirk! The only reason I'm here in Japan is to attend U.A. and get my hero license" She spoke, nonchalantly. The teacher only responded with a scoff, no one believed that the girl had a quirk, not even her own teacher who had records that stated her abilities. "oh yes, this little witch's ability" He did magic hands, acting as if he was a witch found in a fairy tale. "My Quirk is called Dark Magic" She stated, slowly beginning to pack up her bag.... she knew where this was going. "Dark Magic? Oh please, this isn't a land of Unicorns and dragons" He placed his hands on his hips and mumbled about how stupid she was. Izuku was the only one in class who had seen her magic firsthand, she refused to use it as a way to say Fuck this society. "Think what you want to teach...I don't give a damn about your opinion" He was flabbergasted, how dare she show him no respect "Alright then you wench.... show us your little quirk! Prove that you're worth something and not just an immature child!" He yelled at her... marching towards her seat. "No, because you're the only one here acting like a child, having a strong quirk isn't all that matters, and I owe you no reasoning" With her bag packed and phone in hand, she was ready for her next destination which was enviable. "THAT'S IT I'M TAKING YOU TO THE PRINCIPAL" He roughly grabbed her arm and dragged her up out of her seat. She showed no reaction but simply spoke, "Please do, get me out of this class" With a rough tug, she yanked her arm out of his grip before sending him a glare. Picking up her bag, she walked away from the man towards the window. "Izu, will you watch my bag?" She asked setting it down next to his. He smiled at her and nodded, "O-of course" his face was slightly red but it only grew darker in color when she leaned down and set a gentle kiss on his lips. She smiled in the kiss, before pulling back and gently petting his hair. "I'll see you after school love" She gave a soft wave as she made her way towards the door. "o-okay, l-love" He was dark red, she had just kissed him in front of the entire class and their teacher. As she walked out the door, he couldn't help the dreamy expression that had overtaken his face, gently touching his lips as if to feel the linger of them. A certain blonde was not happy about the interaction that had just occurred "Damn Deku"

She silently followed the man, stuck listening to his complaining about her attitude and lack of participation. She was actually relieved to see the familiar door that belonged to their ignorant principal. The teacher hastily knocked on the door, and both sat waiting for a response. A soft "Come in" was all he needed before practically busting down the door. He pushed Y/n inside, his hand brushing her waist to which to snapped at him "Watch your filthy hands" With a huff and a roll of his eyes, he wasted no time to start complaining, Y/n took a seat in the chair while he paced around the room going on and on. "Ah, Y/n welcome back" The principal smiled at the girl... "Seems you're back again.... for a 3rd time this month" The woman sighed, giving Y/n an apologetic look, "I'm praying for a good reason this time?" Y/n grumbled, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms, she huffed "I'm a top student, straight A's, I've been accepted into U.A on recommendation and I'm dragged down here because I refuse to share personal information about myself" the principle sighed, setting her head in her hands, "Please tell me this isn't true?" She asked the man who had stopped pacing for a moment "W-well yes, But she had a horrible Attitude!" He tried to defend himself, with a horrible reason. "I have a truthful one" With a soft chuckle the principal nodded, understanding Y/n completely, "Yes, and I truly appreciate that" She ran her hands down her face before pointing to the teacher "Uh yes, the future is important to talk about, but it's highly inappropriate to single out a student simple because she doesn't wish to share" The teacher tried to argue, "S-she needs to hear feedback and criticism from her peers..." "He also called me a wench" Y/n interrupted him, deciding she was done with this conversation. "of course he did, so glad she doesn't have parents or we'd be sued" She was moaning and groaning to herself. She knew it was a horrible thing to be thankful for but after everything this teacher had done to the young woman, she was truly glad. "Right... Mrs.Y/n you are dismissed...." She smiled at the girl before turning her attention to the man "And you.... will be staying very late, it's about time we have a heart to heart" He looked utterly defeated... "Yes Ma'am"

Skipping back to the classroom in hopes of finding Izuku, she couldn't help but smile to herself... the thought of that dick getting in trouble was quite entertaining. Walking back through the door she saw that most of the kids had left, those who remained gave her a disgusted glance before fleeing the classroom. She looked for Izuku, realizing his absence instantly 'I hoped he'd wait for me' she thought to herself. She was about to walk out the door back into the hallways in search but familiar voices caught her attention as they flooded through the classroom from the open window. "DAMN DEKU" Y/n instantly rushed to the window to find Bakugo and his buddies standing over Izuku in the courtyard. She watched for a moment as they kicked at him and tried to snatch something from his hands. From the window, she saw the light reflect off her Eraser-head key chain, and instantly her heart sank realizing that was her bag he was holding... protecting. "Whos bag is it Deku?" Bakugo asked, setting off small explosions in his hand. "must be the bitches" His friends laughed. "S-shes not a bitch" Izuku tried to argue but a blast shut him up. Filled with rage from the interaction, she had never realized how badly Bakugo treated him. Izuku refused to tell her Kacchans quirk but now it all made sense, the burn marks on his clothes, his notebooks, shoes, and his body. How she had met him that day on the rooftop.... catching him. It broke her heart to watch him being treated this way, especially when it was her bag he was protecting... That's her boyfriend, her best friend, the nicest person she'd ever met, without thinking she jumped from the second story, catching the attention of a few other lingering students who gasped at her action. She focused her magic at her feet to cushion her fall, landing in a squat she quickly ran a hand through her hair to adjust it out of her face. "Leave him alone" She growled, standing up, her magic was seeping off of her, creating wisps around each step she took. The group's attention was on her, from the second she had jumped to the moment she hit the ground... gasping with open mouths as the air began to shift. Kacchan quickly recovered, glaring at her "Oh look, if it isn't the Witch... come to protect your little playboy" He asked, smirking showing off his shark K9s. "Damn right, I am" She was now only a couple feet away from the group, and Izuku.... she quietly assess the situation. Finding the best way to get Izuku out of harm's way.

The group settled as Kacchans confidence came radiating, they all laughed together "W-what gonna poof us away?" They taunted her... wanting to rally her up. With a simple step, she was now in front of Izuku... like a mother bear, but her eyes held no affection as she glared at Bakugo. Stunned by her sheer speed, the group was caught completely off guard, none of them expected her to be so fast. "Get the fuck out of here! This doesn't concern you" One of the minions called "Oh but it does when it involves my boyfriend" She argued, refusing to budge from her spot. Kacchans fury only intensified at her interference, he refused to believe that a useless Deku had bagged the strongest bitch he'd ever met, that is to put it in his words. However, to save his own ego, he refused to believe she had a quirk and that her bite was nothing to her bark. He scoffed at her "Get the hell out of here, if you continue blocking my fun, I'll roast the damn nerd alive and end this little romance. "Like hell I'd let you do that" Y/n laughed at him, refusing to move from her protective stance. Setting off a small explosion in his hands, he hoped to see a bit of fear light in her eyes "Come on now, we'd hate for him to miss out on the fun", With her stone-cold face turned into a smirk, Kacchan was taken aback slight at her sudden change "Oh trust me, he'll have plenty of fun when we get home" She glanced back at Izuku winking at causing him to blush. The audacity that she had was beyond Kacchans understanding, and her quick remark left his friends chuckling at him. She left the stunned boy, turning her complete attention to her lover, "Izu, you okay baby?" She asked kneeling down to him. "a-ah yes I'm okay" He was so thankful for how quick she had come to his aid, watching her jump from the window... exposing herself, just to ensure she could get to him in time. It left him speechless, her smile, her motherly nature, her beautiful eyes.... he could feel his mind wandering to the comment she had made earlier... "I'm gonna marry you" He whispered to himself mostly but it still caught Y/n attention "What was that love?". He didn't have time to respond because Kacchan was growling and grumbling behind her. She only huffed at this and turned her attention back to the spiky-haired dick.

His eyes were burning with pure rage, his hands clenched at his sides, muffling the booming sound of the explosions only a little. The amount of anger that flowed off him left his friends and Izuku trembling, but Y/n remained unaffected. "What you think you're better than me BITCH? JUST BECAUSE YOU FELT SORRY ENOUGH FOR THE DEKU" He screamed, his form hunching, as if he was ready to lung at her. "WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU BULLING HIM? WHAT DID HE DO TO YOU?" She asked, shifting her stance to brace for a possible attack. "Deku is a worthless piece of shit! And I'm making sure he stays in his place" His friends nodded and agreed, still keeping a distance due to the fear of getting tangled up in the mix on accident. "And you have a tiny dick but no one put you in your place" She smiled internally as Kacchans face flushed red in embarrassment. "SHUT UP YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT" His friends only snicked a little before going to defend him "YEAH HE'S AVERAGED SIZED" However their comment did little to help because a single glance from Kacchan shut them up completely. "If I can't talk about you shrimp dick, then you can't call Izuku useless"

Her smile couldn't be contained any longer, in all honestly... she's been waiting for the chance to face off with him, truly wanting to remind him how little he mattered in this big world. "YOU CAN'T SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT" He screamed, taking slow menacing steps towards her and Izuku, "I'll speak as I damn Please" She matched his steps, hoping to move any danger away from Izuku. With his body shaking and his palms sweaty, he took a single look at her before launching himself at her, using his quirk to add speed. Taken slightly aback by his speed, Y/n was unable to dodge the sharp right hook that caught her cheek. It stung, it continued to bloom in pain as she stood for only a moment, motionless, that is until her face blossomed into a large grin. "Let's GO" She screams before quickly sending a sharp swing back at him. Her backhand connected with his lower jaw, causing him to stumble and stagger for a moment. His head was spinning, but he quickly recomposed himself "BITCH" He lunged at her again, with a raid of punches and explosions, the close distance made it difficult for her to dodge them all. She was able to deflect most punches the the explosions still left slight burns across her body, face, and uniform. "You hit me first" She taunted as she continued to endure his attack.

Smoke continued to rise, blocking the view of the otter world. Kacchans friends were left speechless, and Izuku sat worried for his girlfriend "Come on Y/n" He silently cheered for her. However, they all gasped when Y/n came flying out of the smoke... her smile still prominent on her face. As soon as her feet hit the ground, she was on the offensive, launching herself at Kacchan, she sent her own raid of punches and kicks. With elegance and skill, Y/n landed hit after hit... feeling the mixture of pain and impact of each hit, Kacchan was sent staggering, groaning, and discombobulated. Never in his life had anyone ever laid a beating on him like this, and his friend where in just as much shock.... no one hurt Kacchan.... no one had been able to. The attacks stopped, only long enough for Kacchan to see the girl's fist coming directly for his face, his nose specifically... with quick thinking, he turned his head to avoid a broken nose. The pure power behind the hit sent him staggering back, she had really loaded up for that one. With a moment of peace, Y/ glanced back at Izuku to ensure he was still safe.... "Are you finished?" She was huffing, bleeding, and sweating but if he wished to continue.... she would not let him down. Kacchan struggled to gain his footing, stumbling on his way to a straight stand, wiping the blood from his lip and wincing at the pain in his eye, he continued to glare at her "I- I not finished... Not yet" He ran at her, arms loaded back with an explosion in hand. Sinking seeping into a stance... Y/n shifted her hips to load her final blow... Izuku could see from his position behind her... the dark purple, blue, and black swirls that began to collect around her hand. Izuku was in awe... watching her use her quirk for attacking was something he had never seen... and unfortunately, he wouldn't get to. Feeling a harsh tug on his hair, a hand suddenly covered his mouth, restricting any noise he could make along with his breathing. He whimpered and screamed into the hand at the sudden pain that bloomed in his scalp.

The sound of feet kicking up dirt and dust caught Y/n's attention... His attempt to get away was enough to alert her of the danger, she only glanced back... for a moment and what she saw scared her, angered her. Izuku was there, eyes wide and filled with tears... his hands and feet clawing at the dirt in an attempt to get away.... not to mention the single streak of blood that ran down the side of his face from how hard they were pulling on him. Y/n had only meant to add a little extra punch to her attack... but watching her sweet boyfriend struggle against those boys, his friends... Kacchans friends, left her emotions to take control a little... leading to a near-fatal amount of magic being produced. "STOP THAT" She screamed, sending her punching into the gut of Kacchans approaching figure. Coughing up blood, Kacchan was sent flying back, falling to his knees and cradling his stomach. With a quick wave of her hands, the two that were holding Izuku were sent flying... she did not care where they landed... hopefully in a ditch, but with them gone she quickly approached the trembling boy. Quickly wiping the blood from her nose and lip, she gently took his face into her hands "Mi amor, I'm so sorry, are you okay?" She wasted no time using her magic to heal his wounds, they would still hurt as if they were still there but the actual wound would be gone. She sighed as she checked his head to ensure any harm was completely gone... with a sigh she gently kissed his head, holding him close. "I-I'm okay... you were absolutely amazing" He breathed, embracing her torso. He couldn't believe her... she not only beat Kacchan, but she toyed with him.... not even taking their fight seriously enough to use her quirk. He continued to gush over her, from her stance, her endurance, her pain tolerance...

"OMG YOUR HURT" he screamed lifting his head to stare at her face... he gasped as the swirls of magic slowly healed her wounds... small burn scars were left on her cheek back near her ear, and her lip held a small scar right in the center of her bottom one. "Amazing" He whispered. Kacchan and his friends were also left awestruck, for a much different reason than Izuku but nonetheless. "Thank you, for being my protector" He gently pecked her lips... blushing at his action but flashed her a warm smile. "F-for some reason.... my hero doesn't sound like it means enough. He whispered against her lips explaining his reasoning for his change of words. Pulling away from him slowly, she began to stand, ensuring to help Izuku on his way up as well. Wincing at the pain in his head, Izuku assured her he was okay, once both were standing and safe, Y/n looked back to where Kacchan was still sitting on the ground, his friends now by his side. His eyes held nothing but pure hatred and disgust at the couple. Izuku glanced at Kacchan and shrived at his glare, as a way to shield him Y/n grabbed his hand and began heading towards the exit of the school grounds. Making sure to pick up their bags and Flipping Kacchan the bird as they turned their backs...

"Come on Izuku.... if we want you in the U.A with me we got some training to do" Izuku laced his fingers with hers, staring at her with awe and nodding along to her words... it took a moment for them to register but eventual as they made the turn onto the streets he gasped "YOU GOT ACCEPTED!!???" She giggles at his realization, only nodding to confirm his suspicions. "YEP and once you pass that entrance exam you will too!" As they approached the park that was only a block from their school, Y/n stopped standing in front of Izuku. "So let's work hard together so we can accomplish this dream of yours!" She held out her fist, a way the two of them made a promise... "Let's flip this world on its head! No matter what it takes! WE WILL BE HEARD" She yelled pumping her other fist into the air. Her bright smile was blinding to him.... he wanted to change the world.... he wanted to be seen, and he knew no matter what it took Y/n would ensure it happened. Meeting her fist he smiled at his lover, "What it takes" His voice held pure determination. "To be a hero...." He glanced back at the school they had just come from... hated suddenly crossed his mind... for that school, Kacchan, this society. "No" He set his other hand on her shoulder, causing her to look at him. "TO BE HEARD NO MATTER WHAT" His face was smiling once again... fueled with love and reassurance knowing that no matter what Y/n would be there for him. 'To be a Hero.... or maybe' they both thought to themselves.

Okay, this will continue!!!! UGH I LOVE THIS OC SOO MUCH (RANT TIME) Kacchan has grown on me a little but sometimes people forget just how badly he treated Izuku Thank you all for the support and love!!! HAVE A GREAT DAY AND REMEMBER TO EAT, DRINK, AND LOVE YOURSELF BYEEEEEE LOVE YOU ALL

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im-just-a-br0adway-baby · 3 months ago

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Charlie and Vaggie were dragged by their twin daughters, Lucille and Lillian, to their first day of kindergarten. They were counting down the days since they went to their kindergarten orientation a month prior. The days leading up to the first day were filled with shopping for school supplies, new backpacks, and new outfits for the big day. All Luci and Lilli could talk about was how excited they were about their first day at their new school, and to get to meet their new teacher and their new friends.

“C’mon, Mommy! We don’t wanna be late!” Luci exclaimed while still pulling on Charlie’s arm.

“Okay! Calm down! We still have fifteen more minutes until the bell rings!” Charlie laughed.

The twins ignored their moms and continued pulling on their arms until they made it to the door of their new classroom. Luci and Lilli ran into the classroom to find their names on their desks. The twins hugged each other before separating and finding their names and saying hi to the classmates next to them. But before they could leave, their teacher, Ms. Alvarez, stopped Charlie and Vaggie to talk to them.

“Good morning! I’m Ms. Alvarez, and I’m going to be Luci and Lilli’s teacher this year! I still can’t believe I’m teaching the daughters of the Princess of Hell! You were the one I spoke to on the phone last week, right?”

“Yes, I was just kind of concerned because it seemed like they were going to be the only ones in the class with two moms,” Charlie explained.

“Well, I can guarantee they’re going to be in good hands. I had plenty of children with two moms and two dads in previous years, and we have plenty of books for me to read to them. They’re going to have a great school year!”

“Thank you, Ms. Alvarez; we’re also really excited for the twins,” Vaggie thanked.

Charlie and Vaggie left the school after talking with Ms. Alvarez a little bit more and said goodbye to Luci and Lilli. Once they left, more children began trickling into the classroom and the twins got to know their new friends that were sitting next to them. Before they knew it, it was time for the first day of kindergarten to begin. Ms. Alvarez wrote her name on the board and gave the class their special clap signal to start the day.

“Good morning, class! My name is Ms. Alvarez!”

“Good morning, Ms. Alvarez!” Luci, Lilli, and the rest of the class chorally responded.

“Welcome to your first day of kindergarten! To start, we will get to know each other by drawing pictures of our families on the papers I gave to each of you on your desks. Then, we’re going to show our pictures to the class. Take out your crayons so you can start.”

The class took their crayons out to start drawing their family pictures. Luci and Lilli loved drawing and coloring, so their faces lit up once Ms. Alvarez announced their first activity. Both twins were so engulfed in their family pictures that once they were finished, they wanted to add more details to them. Once Ms. Alvarez did her special clap signal, Luci, Lilli and the rest of the class put their crayons down to look at her.

“Who wants to share their picture first?” Ms. Alvarez asked.

Luci and Lilli shot their hands up as high as they could, with several other hands shot up until Ms. Alvarez called on a child sitting across the room named Liam and he walked up to the front of the classroom with his picture.

“This is my family. That’s me, and this is my mommy, and my daddy, and my big brother, Joseph. He’s eight years old and he’s in the third grade,” Liam explained.

“And who’s that next to you?” Ms. Alvarez asked.

“That’s our dog, Hank. My mommy got him when Joseph was two,” Liam replied.

“That is such a great picture, Liam! I’m sure your mom and dad will love it when you show it to them when you get home. Who wants to go next?”

Luci and Lilli raised their hands as high as they could, along with more children in the classroom. Ms. Alvarez called on both twins, since she figured both of their pictures were going to have the same people in them. The twins excitedly made their way to the front of the classroom and showed off their pictures.

“This is our family. This is me and Lilli,” Luci started.

“And these are our mommies. One of them is the Princess of Hell,” Lilli continued.

“And this is our grandma and grandpa. Grandpa’s the King of Hell and I was named after him.”

“And I was named after our grandma and she’s the Queen of Hell.”

One child raised her hand when the twins finished presenting. Ms. Alvarez called on her to ask a question. “Where’s your daddy?” the child asked.

Luci and Lilli looked at each other before answering. “We don’t have a daddy,” Luci replied.

“You’re missing out; my daddy taught me how to ride a bike.”

“Well, my mommy taught us,” Lilli added.

“Okay, how about someone else can show their picture to the class? Thank you, Luci and Lilli, for presenting. Olivia, I need to talk to you before lunch,” Ms. Alvarez interrupted before Olivia could ask more questions.

Luci and Lilli went back to their seats and watched the rest of their class present their pictures. They all had a mommy and a daddy in their pictures. While Hell was filled with same-sex parents, the fact that there were no other children in their class with them made the twins feel out of place. While they tried their hardest to not think about it for the rest of the school day, that one question still lingered in Luci and Lilli’s heads while they were learning their letter sounds and new math concepts.

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Once it was time for dismissal, Luci and Lilli found Charlie and Vaggie near the front of the crowd with the rest of the parents picking up their children. They ran up to their mothers and gave each of them a hug as Charlie and Vaggie picked each twin up in their arms. They put their daughters down and started walking through Hell.

“How was your first day of kindergarten?” Charlie asked.

“It was fun. I like Ms. Alvarez and we met a lot of new friends,” Luci explained, trying to hide what just happened that morning.

“I’m so happy you had a great time today. Your aunt Niffty will be helping us with dinner tonight, so you can play upstairs with KeeKee until it’s ready,” Vaggie said.

The mothers and daughters continued walking until they got back to the hotel. Once they entered the lobby, Luci and Lilli ran upstairs to see KeeKee on the edge of the top step, asleep, and began petting her gently. They wanted to get their mind off of what happened that morning, and playing with the animals in the hotel was one of their favorite things to do when something was upsetting either of them. Once KeeKee woke up, she made her way in Charlie and Vaggie’s room and Luci and Lilli followed her.

Once dinner was ready, Charlie made her way to her room to see Luci and Lilli still on her bed, laying down and twirling around KeeKee’s fur with one finger each. Charlie slowly walked over to her daughters to see them looking at KeeKee upsettingly.

“Luci? Lilli? Is there something wrong? Did something happen at school today that you want to talk about?” Charlie asked as she sat on the edge of her bed.

“Mommy, I wish I had a daddy,” Lilli started.

“Lilli, why would you say that? You still have two mommies that love you very much.”

“Well, we drew pictures of our families in school today, and one girl asked where our daddy was, and that we needed a daddy,” Luci explained.

Charlie opened her arms and the twins made their way around their mother’s arms. They wrapped their arms around their mother’s waist and Charlie hugged her daughters back as tightly as she could before she could answer.

“Luci, Lilli, you know that there are so many different types of families. Families that have a mommy and a daddy are only one type of family. Some families only have a mommy, and some families only have a daddy. There are even families that only have their grandma or grandpa, or their aunt or uncle. There are even families like ours, that have two mommies, or two daddies. Remember that one friend you had in preschool whose mom died the week after graduation and now only has her daddy?”

“I remember; Mia’s mommy died, and we went to her house that one day and made ‘feel better’ cards for her,” Lilli replied.

“Well, I’m sure she understands that she’s not alone, and that she has such great friends that support her, like you two, even though you go to different schools now. And besides, our family is very special. You don’t just have Vaggie and me. You also have your uncle Alastor, your uncle Angel, your uncle Husk, your aunt Niffty, and your aunt Cherri. And you know your grandpa Lucifer comes to visit all the time and your grandma Lilith visits every other weekend. You have so many people in your family that love you very much.”

Luci and Lilli smiled as they hugged Charlie until Vaggie came into the room and noticed the cuddle puddle. Vaggie sat with her wife and daughters and joined in on the hug. Luci and Lilli noticed their mother with them and hugged Vaggie.

“Are you girls okay?” Vaggie asked.

“We are now; the girls were kind of upset because someone at school asked them where their daddy was and it made them wish they had one,” Charlie explained.

“But mommy told us how special our family is, so now we don’t feel sad anymore,” Luci added.

The mothers and daughters hugged each other again before letting go of each other. “How’s this? I can call your teacher to see if I can come into your class on Friday and read a book to the class about different families,” Charlie explained.

“We would love that!” Lilli replied.

“Okay, well let’s go downstairs; dinner’s ready,” Vaggie said.

All four girls got up from the bed and made their way downstairs to have dinner. They continued talking about Luci and Lilli’s school day and what Charlie wanted to do for their class on Friday. The twins could not wait to tell the rest of the hotel crew about their first day of kindergarten and the conversation they just had with Charlie.

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Ms. Alvarez agreed to have Charlie come in on Friday afternoon to read a book to Luci and Lilli’s class. She decided to read a special book about a family with two moms, just like their family. That Friday afternoon, near the end of the day, Charlie came by the door of Luci and Lilli’s classroom and was greeted by Ms. Alvarez.

“Thank you so much for coming, Mrs. Morningstar! I’m really sorry again about what happened on the first day of school. But I’m so glad you offered to read a book to the children about different families,” Ms. Alvarez explained.

“It’s okay, Ms. Alvarez; when Luci and Lilli told me about what happened on the first day of school, I thought it would be nice to read this book to the class,” Charlie replied.

Charlie followed Ms. Alvarez in the classroom and they both stood at the front of the class together. “Class, we have a special guest reader with us today. One of Luci and Lilli’s moms, Charlie Morningstar, wanted to read a book to you about their family. Let’s give her a warm welcome!” Ms. Alvarez introduced.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Morningstar!” the class chorally responded.

Ms. Alvarez gave Charlie the chair that was in the Calm Down Corner to let her sit in it. “Good afternoon, everybody! My name is Charlie Morningstar; I’m the Princess of Hell and one of Luci and Lilli’s moms, and I have a very special book I want to read to you. It’s called ‘Our Family is Special,’ and look at that! It’s written and illustrated by me, Charlie Morningstar!” Charlie opened the book and began reading.

“Our family is special, our family is big. No other family is just like ours. Our mommies, aunts, and uncles are important parts of my family. They are all special in their own way. We have two moms. That means we get double the love everyday. Our mom is Charlie Morningstar. She’s the Princess of Hell and the founder of the Hazbin Hotel. Our other mom is Vaggie Morningstar, she manages the hotel with Charlie. Charlie and Vaggie take care of us, and are sweet and friendly to everyone they meet.

“Our uncle Alastor is a radio host. He’s the first to take care of us when our moms need help. Our uncle Angel and aunt Cherri are always there when we need to be cheered up. Their jokes and silly voices make us laugh and smile. Our uncle Husk gives the best advice when we need help with something. He helps us with our tough feelings and gives us hugs when we’re upset. Our aunt Niffty tells us silly stories and takes us to the park. She also loves to play with us when we want to play.

“Sometimes our grandma and grandpa come to visit and give us lots of fun gifts. They are Lucifer and Lilith, who are the King and Queen of Hell. They also take us to LuLu World every summer. Our family is special, yes it is. No other family is just like ours. We love our family very much.”

Luci, Lilli, and the rest of the class clapped for Charlie when she closed the book. Ms. Alvarez walked back up to Charlie as she got up from the Calm Down Corner chair. “Thank you for reading for us, Mrs. Morningstar. We loved hearing about your family and how special they are to Luci and Lilli. Can we all say thank you to Mrs. Morningstar?”

“Thank you, Mrs. Morningstar!” the class responded.

“Thank you for letting me come, Ms. Alvarez. I hope I got to teach everyone something today.”

After the school day was over, Luci and Lilli ran over to Charlie and gave her a hug. Their smiles were much brighter than they were the past several days, and they jumped up and down as they held hands. Vaggie was waiting for them at the front of the building to see Charlie and the twins smiling brighter than ever.

“How was today?” Vaggie asked as she held Lilli’s hand and the four of them started walking down the street.

“It was great! Mommy read her book and everyone loved it!” Luci explained excitedly.

“The class did love it. They especially loved seeing us in the book and pointed to everyone and smiled throughout the whole read aloud,” Charlie added.

“I think we’re gonna love kindergarten!” Lilli said.

Charlie, Vaggie, Luci, and Lilli continued talking about the day and Charlie reading aloud to their class as they walked back to the hotel. The twins did not think they were going to have a good year after what happened on the first day, but now, Charlie felt like the class learned something and Luci and Lilli will be more accepted by her class, even if their family was not traditional. They will always remember how special their family really is.

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raccoonfallsharder · 1 year ago

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Thinking about how Jolie would have reacted to the events in the Holiday Special and laughing 😂

so sorry for my delay holiday-nonnie but the truth is i was planning on writing a non-window one-shot about the holiday special and when i got this ask it kinda fucked me up. so i may not do that but what i will do is tell you this:

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ Winter Across the Galaxy * ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ [new 12/5]

rocket x f!oc | casual minific | word count: ??

fluffy fluff. smut implied at the end but not explicit. casually written (headcanon-style) && not edited at all so probably riddled with bad autocorrects.

i suspect that in her younger years, the holidays were a very weird time for jo. i imagine that she and her sister each received one very nice, very serviceable gift every christmas, like a new wool coat or a maybe — if their parents were feeling particularly indulgent — some kind of educational game. if there was anything else — a special meal, a small tree or some lights — the girls would be expected to “help,” and not in a fun way.

it wasn’t that jo & gem’s parents didn’t have means. no. everything was very intentional — calculated. they always seemed to believe that their children had been born into the world already spoiled shitty, and it was their job to teach jo & gem not to ever believe they deserved anything.

but jo’s always been a sucker for wonder, for the kind of romance that a person can find in frost-flowers on a window pane, the tender curl of steam on a cup of warm tea, the glow of a million little multicolored lights — whether they’re studding a nighttime neighborhood street under snow, or a far-off planet. at some point early on, she learned that the other kids whose families celebrated christmas had all this excitement and glee around the holidays. she learned about christmas cookies and big family get-togethers and various holiday movies and stockings and santa.

my mom says some kids don’t celebrate Christmas but if you do and you’re good, santa comes, one classmate had confided. he only doesn’t come if you don’t do christmas.

or if you’re bad.

and jo had wanted that. wanted christmas. wanted magic and wonder and closeness.

for gemma.

because even if jolie knew she herself wasn’t always very good, she knew more certainly than anything else in the world that gemma was. and that gemma deserved magic.

so jo got some cheap felt and made like, the saddest ugliest most barely-functional little stocking in the world for her sister, and explained what it was, and they hid it under gemma’s bed. and since the girls shared a room, it was very easy for jo to keep herself awake and sneak out of bed and fill her sister’s stocking with whatever she could afford or make (which wasn’t much, but it was still magic, and the look on gemma’s face every christmas morning was worth jo selling off portions of her home-packed lunches to her classmates or drawing little comics of them for a dollar or two). making magic for her sister made the holidays magic for jo.

after gemma, christmas was never again anything close to merry.

but when kraglin brings it up — and mantis gets the idea to celebrate for pete and the people of knowhere — jolie is more in than she has been on anything since rocket first told her he wanted to fuck her. after all, she has a family now, and what’s more magical than giving magic to her family?

in some ways, it’s the only christmas tradition jolie’s ever had.

although, she promises herself, next time — when there’s more opportunity to prepare — she’s going to make sure they all have stockings.

in the meantime, she’s so fuckin excited to help rocket and cosmo and groot and nebula string up the lights. to prep the snow. she probably coordinates a fuckin last-minute knowhere neighborhood potluck. she listens to bzermikitokolok’s christmas song and she tells him not to change a goddamn thing because it’s perfect. privately, she revels in the fact that she’s pretty sure she can pinpoint exactly which parts were influenced by kraglin, cosmo, and her cranky boyfriend. she loves every word of it and she can’t stop singing it.

there’s really only one line she thinks needs to be clarified before the night’s over.

she also keeps asking where mantis and drax are because it was their idea and she knows mantis is worried about telling pete (i know it must be scary for you, mant, jo had told her, but for what it’s worth, i promise pete will be thrilled; there’s nothing more precious than a sister, i promise) but either nobody knows where they went, or nobody’s telling.

when kevin fucken bacon pops out of that box though, Jo’s like …oh. this fuckin’ makes sense. later she’ll ask them all, why the fuck did no-one ask me — the other resident terran — if this was a good idea?? and the other guardians will shuffle shame-facedly.

but for now, jo and kraglin eventually corner kevin and calm him down. and the truth is, jo knows that later tonight — after some boozy hot chocolate — she’s going to find it all hysterical.

and she does. she and rocket are in their apartment (they have a much more comfortable bed because there’s no way either of them are letting each other sleep on whatever-the-fuck bachelor-rocket has going on in volume three) and she’s lying on her tummy on the comforter, drunkenly giggling and kicking her feet while she watches cosmo and rocket convince a long-suffering groot to stand in as a christmas tree. the shadows are blue and purple velvet, and the multicolored lights are warm and shimmery. everything feels like champagne bubbles, but sweeter and brighter and better. all four of them are wrapped in a golden coziness for the moment, and she’s sure she couldn’t be more happy.

once their friend and their son leave for the night, rocket and jo lay on their back and stare up at the lights that he’s strung through the apartment rafters, because it’s true that rocket has always had a soft spot for pretty things, even if he doesn’t believe he deserves them. they’re lazy and languid and rosy and buttery and content: two little sugar cookies, still half-drunk on whatever was in that cocoa (plus the flask rocket kept swigging from throughout the night).

favorite part? she asks him.

he snickers. your face when kevin bacon happened.

a buzzy giggle escapes her.

yours? he asks.

she hums her data-processing noise. the lights, she says decisively. no, the snow. no, everybody just being together, giving gifts, having fun, sharing food. i’ll make you all stockings for next year, she tells him, and he’s clearly baffled by what she means.

which reminds her.

there’s only one thing she’d change, she tells rocket. one line in bzer’s song she feels the need to clarify.

what? he asks curiously. we got somethin’ wrong?

just one thing, she assures him, lying through her fucking teeth and totally at peace with it. she can’t stop the snorting laughter riding in her throat. you think santa’s gonna shoot missiles at your toes?

rocket shrugs. maybe he’s got some very precise firepower. bet mine’s still better.

it better be, she says dryly, because mistletoe is just a kind of terran plant. like, with berries.

you eat it? rocket asks curiously.

absolutely not, she tells him. you just decorate with it. it’s poisonous.

what the fuck, he deadpans. why the fuck would you decorate with a poisonous—

it’s an old tradition, she cuts in. old folklore and myths. but when two people are standing under it, they’re supposed to kiss.

that’s stupider than santa shooting missiles at your toes, he says flatly. you’re s’posed to make out under poison? how frickin’ romantic.

but jo’s already rolling over on top of him, her chest pressed against his thighs and her forearms planted on either side of his hips.

i’d take any chance i got to kiss you, she tells him. even under threat of poison.

he goes still beneath her, but she doesn’t stop.

i’d hang it all over this apartment.

his eyes get bigger, rounder, christmas-light-red in the dim, warm glow of twinkling colors.

i’d wear it in my hair.

she drops a kiss on his abdomen.

you wouldn’t be able to walk more than a step without me tackling you, she promises, her voice smoky with too much laughter and singing through the night, too much booze and happiness and lust right now. she presses another kiss against him, just a little further south than the first.

i’d kiss you all over —

he reaches out and laces his fingers into a fistful of her hair, letting his claws scrape delicately over her scalp, and tugs her upward.

i lied, he says. santa shooting missiles is way more stupid. you want mistletoe, sugardrop? i’ll get quill to send krags and cosmo to terra and we’ll get you so much fuckin’ mistletoe —

she smiles giddily.

maybe next time, she says. for now, let me just give you a merry christmas.

#rfh asks #window across the galaxy #gotg holiday special #rocket raccoon fanfiction #rocket x jolie #rfh fluff

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sevicia · 8 months ago

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Writer Guy's only "friend" who sucks majorly. Notes under da cut. Heart.

Firstly ☝️ he's heavily inspired by the experience of having someone follow you around even after you have told them very explicitly to stop doing so. Writer Guy will look him dead in the eye and say "I don't care about anything you have to say. Leave me alone, you annoy the shit outta me", and he'll just go "Bro you're always so funny LOL I'm probably the only one that gets ur sense of humor. Anyways, about my new podcast idea..."

This guy's deal is that he's obsessed with others' perception of him. He's an aspiring influencer and can't decide between being a youtuber, a streamer, or having a podcast. He's into crypto and defends NFTs like it's his job.

He met Writer Guy in college and has stuck to him like a leech ever since, even though they only had a few classes together. His reasoning was that Writer Guy seemed like the lone-wolf type and thus would attract attention with his ~mysterious~ charm, when in reality he was so boring that no one really paid him any mind. If you ask any of their ex-classmates, you'll find that no one really remembers either of them.

He spends a lot of time in r/shortguys and gets frustrated that he can't relate to the whole "women only ever pay attention to tall guys and we manlets are all martyrs" thing cause he's never even tried to get with a girl (he will lie about this). He's gay as hell but in almost complete denial. Genuinely believes stuff like "it's not gay with the socks on".

Unserious images that remind me of him:

I also gotta mention that his role in Mary and Writer Guy's story is very, very minimal, and that he never actually meets Mary. His story is a typical yaoi one where he falls in love with some guy and has one of those cliché "I'm not gay... why do I feel like this towards another man ?!?!!" moments. I chose to do it this way cuz I think it's funny as fuck to have him experience a romcom type thing while Writer Guy is basically Spongebob in the Silent Hill corridor.

I admit I'm not 100% sold on his hair, but it's brown for sure. Why? It just makes sense.

Some design notes including the other two:

Writer Guy is generally apathetic and would be considered boring at a surface level by 99,9% of the population. He teaches philosophy (ethics, specifically) at the college Mary attends, though they weren't aware of each other before The Events. His lectures are notoriously boring and many of his students sleep thru class or just skip them completely, but he passes them all anyways.

He's a writer in his spare time and writes trashy extreme horror on his (anonymous) blog, which is how Mary becomes aware of him. Stuff happens, his superiors (who are at best ambivalent towards him) find out about his hobby, he gets fired and doesn't care enough to defend himself or to raise any concerns about the school's attitude towards its teachers' private lives.

I also forgot to include his "On" design in the above pic, so here, a comparison:

I'm very obviously still figuring out how to draw him, but the drawing on the right is what he looks like at work. Just plain dorky and someone you would not look twice at.

I would also talk about his relationship with Mary, but for that I'd need to talk about Mary first, which I can't do rn cuz this post is already long enough and it's nearing 3 AM and she makes me absolutely BONKERS insane to the point I barely even know where to start when I wanna talk about her.

She's the only OC I have ever made a playlist for. I wish she was someone else's character so I could look at her without having to do the work myself.

A little fun fact about her is she used to dye her hair black before The Events. All I got for you rn.

OK that's all from me. For neoww...... Muah!

#diary #oc tag #oc talk #oc: mary #my art #the other 2 will get names someday too trust.#f slur #long post #oc: agnes #<- see? trust! :3 #oc: neet

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meowcats734 · 1 year ago

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(prompt response) Instead of jail time, crime is punished by the erasure of memories. Depending on severity, the criminal may lose days, weeks, or even decades. No matter how long a span of time, the lost memories always include the entirety of the crime itself.

Even though the Silent Academy did its best to keep us away from the war, it still showed up in every aspect of our lives. It echoed in Jiaola's absence whenever I swung by Sansen's place for tea. It rang in every word as Mr. Ganrey gave the lectures that Witch Aimes was supposed to teach.

And barely a week into the campaign, it showed up in the middle of our classroom, in the form of a brand-new student.

"Howdy," said the teenager in a fifty-year-old's body. He looked painfully awkward at the head of class, introducing himself as a brand new student when he could have passed for a tenured teacher. "I'm Freio, most of the time. Sometimes I go by Jan, and I'll tell you when that is. I'm, uh, I'm a second chancer. If you couldn't already tell."

Iola raised a perfect hand, then before our substitute teacher could call on him, said, "How'd you manage to fuck up so badly you lost thirty years of your memory?"

Freio winced. "I, uh... truth is, I don't rightfully know. They didn't tell me, and I didn't ask. The way I see it, I went to bed thirty years ago as a teenager, woke up in the modern day." Insecurity roiled around him like a blanket. "I... I'm just glad to have a second chance. I guess. Better'n nothing."

"Alright, class, let's settle down. Freio, find yourself a seat," Mr. Ganrey said.

"We should offer him a place to sit," Lucet whispered from my left.

Meloai, overhearing, said, "Hey, Freio! Want to sit with us?"

Lucet winced, and I sighed. I loved Meloai and Lucet, but Meloai's straightforwardness didn't mesh well with Lucet's shy nature. Meloai had successfully caught Freio's attention, but she'd turned the heads of everyone in the class as well.

"Uh..." Freio looked torn between wanting to jump down a deep hole and wanting to just close his eyes and pretend everything was just a bad dream. I sympathized. "I... okay. If you say so."

Iola turned to watch the old man's body stumble across the classroom desks, the teenager's soul piloting it still confused about why he was half a foot taller than he was used to. His body scrunched up to fit into the wooden school desk, and a few classmates giggled at how ridiculous he looked, knees half-raised to his chest. The humiliated expression on his face burned me to see, and I wished I could do something more for him.

"Now, class," Mr. Ganrey began. "In light of the recent war against the Redlands aggressors, I think that it's pertinent to cover the history of these barbaric savages..."

Ah, that sounded like a perfect time to draw away some attention from the poor second-chancer. Abruptly, I raised my hand. I'd gone with a more confrontational approach in history classes before, but that had gotten me nowhere, so I tried a more diplomatic tone when I spoke up.

"Mr. Ganrey?" I asked. "Your characterization of Redlanders as aggressive savages... doesn't the recent work by Anenne show that Redland culture is no more intrinsically aggressive than any other?"

The class tittered and oohed, shifting their attention from Freio to me, and even though my cheeks burned from the stares, the relief on Freio's face as he was no longer in the spotlight was evident. He flashed me a grateful smile as Mr. Ganrey cleared his throat and began his counterargument.

"Well, I must say you're rather well-read, but consider this: would the Redlanders invade us without provocation if they really were a developed and cultured people? As Chentrenne once wrote..."

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The classes blurred by, and although Freio stuck out like a sore thumb in each of them, Lucet, Meloai, and I took turns deflecting attention from the school's newest second-chancer. Since the war had begun in earnest, more and more of the second-chancers had been showing up, and it was my hope that eventually, either people would get used to them or the Silent Parliament would stop churning them out.

Regardless of what the future held, however, the four of us were content to spend the present eating lunch in a quiet nook. Freio was still somewhat stunned by what was, from his perspective, a leap thirty years into the future—but Meloai had already gotten him to laugh a few times, and Lucet had bonded with him by sheer virtue of being able to hold a comfortable silence.

Of course, nothing lasted forever, and the momentary respite we'd found in our shady little corner was no exception. Iola and his new cronies—all men who'd been rejected from the war draft for being too young, and felt like they had something to prove because of it—sauntered up to us in a vaguely predatory triangle, fanning out to block the only exit.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the freak squad," Iola drawled. He pointed at us one at a time. "Redlands-fucker. Soulless girl. My ex-toy. And of course, the enemy soldier." Me, Meloai, Lucet, and Freio respectively. Lovely.

"What do you mean, enemy?" Freio whispered.

I winced. Meloai shook her head. "You don't want to know this one, Freio," she warned.

Iola tsked. "Ah-ah-ah! You're not the one in control here, soulless girl. Whaddya think? Wanna know who you used to be, freak?" Despite Freio's body being nearly a head taller, he backed down, intimidated, as Iola grabbed him by the shirt.

"Don't touch him," I snapped, starting forwards, but Iola just kept speaking.

"You used to be an enemy soldier," Iola crooned. "You were a prisoner of war. And the powers that be decided it was more trouble ransoming you than wiping your memory to when you were nothing more than an impressionable child and re-educating you into their very own killing machine, so that they could fire you right back at the enemy they'd stolen you from."

"Iola, that's enough!" I snapped, and shoved him backwards.

With an ooh of anticipation, Iola's new cronies stepped back, giving Iola space as his face twisted into a jitterbugging, lopsided, manic grin. Meloai stepped forwards, flexing a fist that went tick-tick-tick, but Iola said, "Kino? Lantenne? If that thing lays a hand on me, disassemble it."

I held out a hand as Iola's goons stepped forwards. The Cienne of two weeks ago would have simply gotten beaten into a pulp, but I was done with letting people strongarm and manipulate me. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," I warned. Freio snapped back to his senses as Lucet grimly got between him and the staredown, salt-crystals of sorrow precipitating around her soul like bracers.

Iola scoffed, and through my enhanced soulsight, I saw him ready the same bizarre, mutated light spell that had cooked that poor vole from the inside out. Simultaneously, oil-drops of passion streaked into Kino and Lantenne's palms. "You know, I'm not sure why I was ever mad about getting booted from the army," Iola said. "If I want to kill a Redlander, I've got a domestic supply of them right here."

In response, I simply took a deep breath in, one of my new attunements flaring to life as I gathered misty calm behind my nostrils.

Then I exhaled, and my steady, rolling calmness spread out across the tiny alleyway, eating at and weakening every spell present.

Lucet shot me a startled glance as the icetouch she was preparing was disrupted, and from Meloai's sudden stiffness, I gathered that I'd accidentally weakened the magic that animated her body, too. Uh, oops. Just because I had a half-dozen attunements now didn't mean I was proficient in their use. I'd used up my reserves of calm, too, and now I was jittery and nervous. Plus, Iola had the raw power of an elf; I was pretty sure my little calm spell had barely shaken his magical abilities. Man, I really needed to get better at casting spells; if I couldn't even shoo away Iola, I'd have no chance if—when—Odin returned to wrench the secrets of attunement out of my head.

I had scared the fuck out of Kino and Lantenne, though, who had suddenly found themselves holding fistfuls of nothing as their spells fizzled out. That was good enough for now. They took an uneasy step back, and Iola must not have liked the odds of pissing off all three of us without any backup, because he shot me a glare and stepped back, drawing the feverish, corrupted joy back into the core of his soul.

"Piss off," I said.

Iola just grinned wider. "Fine. Enjoy hanging out with a mind-wiped enemy soldier. I look forward to him snapping and killing you all."

Then he spun around and left, laughing to himself as if he'd told the best joke that anyone had ever heard, leaving us alone with a stunned, horrified Freio.

Hesitantly, the three of us moved closer to Freio. The shock on his face had morphed into something bleak and empty.

"Is that true?" Freio asked. "Am I... am I really just... a prisoner of war?"

"It is," said an elderly voice from behind us.

The four of us spun to see Mr. Ganrey stumping towards Freio, and his clouded eyes seemed sharp as a tack for once.

Freio balled his fists. "How can you... how can you do this to me? To us? How can you get away with this?"

"Like this," he said, and tapped Freio on the forehead once.

And just like that, the last three minutes were wiped from his memory.

"We're at war, kids." Mr. Ganrey gave us all a warning look. "Sacrifices must be made. Don't forget it."

The substitute teacher walked away, leaving three faces grim and one face confused in our shady little corner of the Silent Academy.

A.N.

Soulmage is a serial written in response to writing prompts. Stick around for more episodes, or join my Discord to chat about it!

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the-bird-and-the-flute · 1 year ago

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Marius - Tears of Themis (ToT) - You Shall Be Mine!

Pairing: female reader x Marius

Warnings: angst, make out

Word count: 2438

A/N: okay, that was not the fic I was writing for marius bday, but let's all pretend it is. I honestly can't believe it took me 4 months to finish this ahaha

“Oh my, I’m so excited! My first art class with the one and only Marius von Hagen! I'll not lose this opportunity! He shall be mine!” you confidently say it to reassure yourself.

“Definitely! Keep your hopes high and you will get him! If Ms. Lauren said so, it will happen!”

“I hope so Amy. Because she did get it right that you were going to marry your now husband.”

“I know, right? She is indeed a great fortune teller.”

“What commotion is that over there? I think it’s close to my classroom. I’ll go check it out. See you later, Amy.”

“See ya!”

You head towards the commotion near your classroom to find out that this chaos was caused by Mr. von Hagen himself. Several women were screaming and some even fainted. All of them are your classmates by the way.

You were excited to finally get a chance to see in person the bachelor Ms. Lauren said it was going to belong to you, but, apparently, other women also had the same idea.

“I was so inspired to draw anything just to get a chance to talk to him, but look at this-”

With no other option, you go to class. At the end of it, Marius asked all the students to show him their drawings, and as expected, they were all in line fighting to see and interact with the youngest von Hagen first-hand.

It’s finally your turn to show your art, however, your excitement is no longer there, but you still put on your best smile in respect of Marius efforts to teach a bunch of noobies to draw something in only one class.

You briefly talk to Marius, he gives you a few suggestions to improve your art and after thanking him, you pack your stuff up to go home. While you are leaving Stellis University, you spot a few of your classmates chatting and approach them to ask their impressions about Marius and the reason why they decided to apply to his course.

Apparently, none of them was there because the fortune teller told them they would marry Marius. But, on the other hand, they told you that they recently saw an article in the most famous gossip magazine that a von Hagen expert affirmed that Marius wants to settle down for good, after years of being involved with several women.

The von Hagen youngest heir is no longer that young, but he still is the most eligible bachelor in Stellis. Some say that nowadays there are men at the age of 20 who are the new deal, but if those polls are indeed accurate, women still think that there is no one like 40-year-old Marius.

A week later, you are in his class, but, once more, there is no progress. It’s impossible to talk to Marius. You feel defeated and unable to come up with a plan B.

“I shouldn’t have trusted Ms. Lauren, but she hit the nail on the head when she specifically said who Amy was going to marry. I guess the seer just got lucky, although, at that time, Amy didn’t even know her now-future husband.”

“But you know what? I’ll talk to her again. Let’s see if she will have the courage to lie to me again after I tell her there are hundreds of women trying to seduce Marius.”

It’s still early, so you head to Ms. Lauren’s booth at Stellis Park for another appointment.

“Welcome, dear. It’s so nice to see you again. How is your friend Amy doing?”

“Thank you for having me. She is doing great. I suppose you know why I’m here, right?”

“Hehe, don’t tell me that you already gave up, sweety?”

“Did you read that article about Mr. von Hagen? Coincidentally, it was not long after I first came here.”

“I did not. What was it about?”

*sigh* “A supposedly von Hagen expert said he wants to get married for real."

"Oh, I see. Well, that's good news then! The cards don't lie."

"So you still believe he will be mine?”

“Of course, dear. I can see your souls are connected. But you seem dispirited. Be patient, okay?”

“Yeah…”

You left the appointment, but you’re still gloomy. You decide to buy an ice cream to cheer you up while you ponder on what to do from now on.

“I don’t think I should waste my time with Ms. Lauren. As I expected, she kept insisting I would marry a von Hagen. You know what? I’ll just focus on my art classes. It’s a lifetime opportunity for a Z fan like me.”

“Ohh… that’s actually an excellent idea. Focusing on your class, I mean.”

“Huh?”

You turn around to see Marius looking at you leaning on a nearby tree in the park.

“Shit… How much did you hear? Er… I mean… Nevermind. I… I better get going. I have to work tomorrow, so… Bye, Mr. von Hagen!”

You walk as fast as you can without looking back, but something tells you that he is making fun of you while you helplessly try to run away from him.

Outside the park, you finally stop for a moment to breathe properly. There is no sign of Marius nearby, so you finally allow yourself to relax leaning on a wall.

It’s a lovely sunny Saturday, the park is crowded, probably hundreds of people coming and going, but your mind is elsewhere. It seems that the more you try to approach Marius, the more bad luck you get.

In the end, you just feel frustrated that you wasted your money AGAIN to see the fortune teller, who basically said the same damn thing. And to make things worse, now your professor is aware that you are a terrible student who is only there to try to hook up with him.

A moment of clarity comes to your mind, and you realize that although you were now planning to just take his classes with no ulterior reason, Marius may expel you from his class as he already knows you are just wasting his time.

“Fuck… How did I manage to ruin everything so fast? I’m probably the worst stalker Stellis has ever seen.”

“ But- Wait! I can fix this. I KNOW! I’ll find him, apologize, and ask him to replace me with another student. I just took two classes so I’m sure he can find another person willing to join in the remaining classes, right? At least, there is a chance he won’t think I’m a gold digger.”

Resolute, you go back to where he saw you. Your ice cream melted at this point, but you just don’t care and eat all of it to give you the extra boost you need to face him again.

Finally, Lady Luck smiled on you. Marius is still there. It seems he is alone, so you take the chance to approach him before you change your mind.

“Ahem… Mr. von Hagen… Can I talk to you for a second?”

“Oh… I didn’t think you’d come back. Don’t tell me that you are here to ask me out…” says the bachelor with a teasing smile.

“No! I’m so sorry about that. I just came to apologize for earlier and also well…”

After explaining your situation…

“I see… I don’t need your apology though. You know, what? I know how you can make up for what you have done.”

“What?”

“As you claim to like Z so much, you’ll help my assistant Vincent to organize the following exhibition we're planning. Then we'll be even as you took a place from someone who might actually come to study.”

One week later, instead of going to your class, you head to the exhibition’s location to help Vincent. This is your last day working with Marius' assistant. Since Monday, you have been visiting the location after work to help with what you could.

You had more fun there than you imagined. Having a chance to see so many captivating paintings and sculptures is only for a privileged few.

“And that’s the last one. I think I’m done here, Vincent.”

“Thank you so much, lady. Master Marius will be pleased to see everything is ready for tonight.”

“I hope so, I don’t wanna get in trouble again hahaha.”

“Hehe, don’t worry, you did a terrific job. By the way, here is the ticket for tonight.”

“Huh?”

“What? Is something wrong?”

“I didn’t… I was not expecting this, Vincent.”

“Huh? But that’s just a thank-you gift for your hard work. I thought you liked Master’s work.”

“O-Of course I do! It’s just that… I’m sorry, Vincent. I really can’t accept it. I hope you understand.”

“But… *sigh* Okay, lady. If you change your mind please let me know. You can still enter tonight without a ticket.”

“Thanks. Well, it’s time for me to go. It was a pleasure working with you, Vincent. Good luck.”

“Likewise.”

You nod to Vincent apologetically because deep inside you know you will not attend the event. You mentally thank Vincent for being so understanding. You haven’t seen Marius since he offered you this position to work with them to organize the event. It turned out that Marius even paid you to work there, even though he didn’t need to.

You take the money to treat yourself in a restaurant of your liking to chill. You have this sense of accomplishment and relief that you can close this Marius chapter in your life and move on from that crazy idea you’d marry him.

The following days would have passed by smoothly if it wasn’t for Mr. von Hagen's regular presence watching you leave work. The first time you saw him, you just couldn’t believe it. You had to look twice to make sure you were not seeing things. He was certainly looking at you inside of his car. That unmistakable seductive smile that probably all women in Stellis have seen at least once on TV or in person.

So many theories crossed your mind of why he was doing that, but you tried your best to ignore his presence. He never approached or got out of his car. Vincent also didn’t text you to ask for anything, so you were clueless at this point.

You tried to ignore him for a week, but it got to a point that you could no longer pretend he was not there, so you finally decided to question the man.

“Good night, Mr. von Hagen, may I know what’s the matter?”

“Oh, good night. What a coincidence, huh? I was just passing by. Do you work here by chance?”, he says playfully as if it was not a straight-up lie.

“Yeah, what a coincidence indeed. I do work here. Do you have a meeting with someone from my work?”

“Not really. But as we are already here, why don’t you come on in so we can chat a bit?”

Sighing, you enter his car. Marius laughs as if he was enjoying this whole thing. Before you can ask again what’s his problem, he shows you the fortune teller’s business card.

“What? How did you get this card?!”

“I think you are asking the wrong question here, missy. You should ask me what I was doing that day at the park. I was expecting you to figure it out, but apparently, you are too polite to ask anything about my personal life.”

“Well… after what I did it would be awkward to ask you that.”

“If you were curious enough we could be in a totally different situation now, missy.”

*sigh* “It can’t be helped. I’ll have to tell you. I also got an appointment with Ms. Lauren that day.”

“WHATTTT?! For real?”

“Why are you surprised?”

“Er… I don’t know, you don’t see the type of person who would pay for a fortune teller’s service.”

“Hehe, maybe you are right. The thing is, I was kinda bored walking at the park a few months ago and decided to give it a try just to see what she would tell me about my future.”

“I asked her about my love life and she had the audacity to tell me I would finally get married and that my future wife was one of her client' friend. Just like you that day, I didn’t take that seriously, but deep inside I wished she was right.”

“Surprisingly, not long after I talked to her, I saw you around here chatting with your friend when I was driving home, and you caught my attention. Since then, I’ve been watching you closely. The more I observed you, the more interested I got, to the point I decided to invest in OUR future. So I’ve been trying to lure you as you were so dense.”

“Don’t tell me…”

“Hahaha, that’s right, missy. I paid the fortune teller to tell you what I wanted. That day you saw me at the park I was going to thank her as she indeed brought you to me.”

“I was a bit concerned though when she told me you were discouraged to stalk me when you heard about that interview I gave and that most women in our class were there because of that. At the time, I was very frustrated about my personal life, so I said that to mock the interviewer. I have always lied about my private life to those journalists, so it never occurred to me this would shy you away from me.”

“As a von Hagen, I love to be challenged and I love to be surprised as well. So when I found out you went to her booth, I was soo excited to see if you were going to make a move.”

Unable to process what you just heard, you get in shock for a moment. Seeing you were not reacting, Marius makes his move, kissing your lips with no hesitation. Open-eyed, you look at him in disbelief, trying to mumble something, but he just keeps going and going until you finally give in to his charms.

Almost out of breath, the two of you stop for a second. There is no hint of embarrassment on you or Marius' faces. It felt so right that there was no regret. On the contrary, your eyes lock with his, giving him the answer he needed. He goes for it again. But, this time, you’re ready to enjoy every second of it, letting him touch you as he pleases. All the chagrin, desperation and bashfulness you felt in the past few weeks finally paid off. Marius von Hagen will indeed be yours.

#tot fic #tears of themis fic #marius fic #marius von hagen fic #marius #marius von hagen #tot #tears of themis #lyn's fic

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therk900 · 11 months ago

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☀️January TC Challenge (Day 1-31)☀️

1. Do you think your TC will teach you next year? M is teaching me this year and i'm so exited for it! I also still have A this year!

2. If you had to move to another city, how would you tell your TC? Would you confess to them? Maybe in person so i could see how they reacted and i would maybe confess them!

3. Have you ever written a letter to your TC? If no, would you ever do that and what would be in it? If yes, what did you write? Yes. I made one for S mid 2022. I wrote how I was so thankful for him.

4. Are you attracted to your TC in a more emotional or sexual way? Or both? Both if i'm being completely honest

5. How did you meet your TC? Do you remember your first conversation? B and S both taught me when they first joined, and I sadly don’t remember our first conversation since we had so many and it was so long ago. I think with A, it was just mainly about getting to know each other, and i got to know him because my old maths teacher used to teach him. I met A around the same time as S! I met M at the start of last year since he was my teacher for a small bit of a subject i took! Our first conversation was him praising me and my answers

6. If it were to happen, how do you imagine the perfect kiss going down with your TC? If by chance you have kissed your TC, how did it happen? For S and M, I imagine it being the last day of school and they give me a goodbye kiss! With B, maybe a reunion kiss or something like that. With A, maybe a quick goodbye kiss!

7. Have you ever had an argument with your TC? No. I would have nothing to argue about with them

8. Do you see your TC outside of school? I wish I did. Hopefully i get to see B maybe, especially because he left

9. Do you have a memory you are particularly fond of with your TC? Any cute stories? When B was still at my school, B and I would have chats about random things and ask about my hobby of drawing! He also used to check up on me during school assemblies! Once when i was staying back after school, i was on a call with my dad, and i saw S walking towards me. I finished up the call with my dad so fast (my dad and i were done anyway) and talked with S until he got to his car. I helped him remove some things off his car before saying goodbye! This happened recently before it was the school holidays, but when i was in M's class, i was working on my own since i didn't really know anybody in that class. M saw this and decided to work with me! He was really sweet throughout it and technically gave me all the answers With A, we were working on something that my teacher gave me, and it had a question about a sports team that he followed. The question involved his team losing, so A decided to cross out his team's name and put a different team's name instead. A and i were laughing about it for a while.

10. If your TC is still married, would you (still) want a relationship with them? it all depends, really in my opinion

11. Do you have a photo with your TC? If yes, how did you get it? Yes. I have one with B. I got it because the photo is in the school yearbook.

12. Do you think anyone you haven't told about your TC knows you're crushing on them? Most likely. It is obvious

13. When is your last class with your TC? Will you see them over summer break? My last class with S was in 2021 and with B, it was term 3 last year. I won’t see them over the holidays sadly. with M, it was at the end of last year. I will defiantly see A over the holidays!

14. Have you ever mentioned the tcc/teacher crushes to your TC? NO WAY. I would move schools after that. Even to the other side of the world!

15. Do you think one of your classmates has a crush on your TC? I don’t know tbh

16. Do you get jealous when you see your TC with other students? Not really

17. If you and your TC had a long distance relationship, do you think it would work out? Yes...

18. What's your TC's degree? Do you like what they studied? S: Science and a language B: English M: Science i like those subjects

19. Have you ever cried about your TC? If so, why? No

20. Have you ever cried in front of your TC? If yes, why? I have cried in front of B once, I have forgotten the reason why. S saw me just after I finished crying and it was embarrassing.

21. Do you know about your TC'S family? If yes, what do you know? I know of M’s daughter. (He introduced me to her once which was cute)

22. Would you consider them a dog person or a cat person? I would consider them all cat people. But maybe M would be a dog person

23. How would you tell your TC about your feelings? (If you had to) Letter most likely so it can be anonymous

24. Do you know how your TC dresses outside of work? In casual shit, I guess

25. What are they like when they are upset? I’ve never seen any of them upset. When B was getting annoyed, he would just be like “come on guys” and everyone would just shut up

26. Where do you sit in relation to their desk/spot/lecturing position? With B, i used to sit at the front, near where he was sitting. With S and M, usually at the back, so I can admire them. Since A and I have private sessions, I technically sit right next to him

27. Do they know another language? S knows Italian. i think A may know a tiny bit of greek

28. What do you have in common with your TC? B and I both had pets at one point and A and i went to the same School (he left a couple years before i joined)

29. Have you texted/messaged your TC? I’ve messaged A multiple times! I’ve only emailed the others

30. What is the most frequent TC daydream you play in your head? Me cuddling with them

31. If you could only say one more sentence to your TC before graduation, what would it be? "I will miss you a fuck ton"

#teacher #teacher x student #male tc #tc #male teacher x female student #tc crush #teacher crush community #teacher crush #male teacher crush #tc community #January TC challenge #crush on teacher #male teacher #teachers pet #teacher and student #male tcc #male tc crush

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crazypossumman · 1 year ago

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I’ve been working with kids for about two months now…

And, honestly, I have learned so much from this experience. I took this job because I needed a job, and I had connections at the school that almost ensured I would be hired. My job is primarily helping kids with learning disabilities and/or behavioral issues, primarily in grades K through 3. A large chunk of them are children with autism or similar conditions, with some more severely disabled kids mixed in.

Up until this point, I have wondered why anyone in their right mind would work with children. Now, I know why.

When I watch a kid take a fall playing football at recess and all of his friends pick him up and brush the grass off of him before getting him back in the game, I am reminded that all people start good.

When I see kids working so hard to include their “different” classmates, I realize how far we have come as a society. When I was in elementary school just over a decade ago, we rarely interacted with our disabled classmates. They were almost always in a different room. But these teachers not only include their disabled students, but they also make a point to teach the class that being different doesn’t make someone “wrong.” They explain that different students have different needs, and the kids understand and accept that.

When my students smile and give me a hug upon seeing me, I know that I’m making an impact on their lives. As hard as I may push them some days, they still appreciate me. I am a friend as much as I am a teacher.

When students approach me to talk about difficult experiences in their lives, I realize that I am a trusted adult. I am someone they can tell about their experiences and feelings. I am someone who they trust to help them through things that may be difficult.

When I find a common interest with a student (usually when they find out I like art), I can tell I am inspiring them to continue. When they ask me how to draw things and I encourage them through the process, I know that I am inspiring someone who may grow up to be an amazing artist. I might be the reason, when some of them look back on their lives, that they devoted time and effort to hone their skills.

When difficult concepts like racism are brought up (typically not directly as they are kindergartners, but the injustices of the past certainly come up when talking about topics like Thanksgiving), I see children respond with things along the lines of, “That is so sad.” And I know that these kids will think twice when they hear racist rhetoric. I know they will be able to empathize with people who gave faced injustices.

When we teachers use rhetoric like, “I know it is hard, but you can do hard things,” I can see that we are inspiring these young people to push themselves. To work toward their goals. To believe they can accomplish things they may see as impossible.

Sure, when they yell and scream and bicker and tattle and throw things, they are SUPER annoying. I won’t deny that. But when I see them chose to take a deep breath and calm down rather than argue with a classmate, I can see we are helping to raise emotionally mature children who will become emotionally mature adults.

And in the society we live in, that is so important to me. It has in many ways given me hope that future generations may just be able to do what we are seeking to do.

They just might raise further emotionally healthy children.

They just might work to correct the injustices of the past.

They just might save the world.

And I may not see the day that that happens. But I am content in being part of that ripple effect and its unlimited potential. And I can see so clearly why people choose to work with children.

#roan rambles #the fact that this job has me wanted to go back to college says a LOT #i think going into special needs education would be very rewarding #we will see what time will bring #teaching aide #instructional aide #learning disability #autism #school #faith in humanity #working with kids #teaching #working with children #inspiring

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panda-writes-kpop · 2 years ago

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Corrupted! Priestess! Dami x Fem! Reader - Take Me To Church

A/N: Hi guys, girls, and non-binary pearls! I hope everyone is well. I wrote this fic when I wasn't in the best headspace, so it might just be a bunch of ranting and nonsense, but I hope you like it nonetheless. ❤️

TW: FEM! READER, fantasy elements, a bucket load of ✨️ religious trauma ✨️, homophobia, angst(???), religious symbolism, descriptions of a religious service and Christian-specific religious practices, venting from the author, brief mention of hanging and death, this whole fic is very guilty pleasure of me and I apologize if this does not appeal to anyone but me

Summary: A series of life events from when you were young led you to the revelation that you were most definitely not straight.

♡ Masterlist ♡

Going to church every Sunday with your family was a highlight of your week. It got you out of doing your chores and the homework that you had due on Monday, so spending a few hours in a church with strangers wasn't a bad trade-off. You didn't really understand what the preacher was saying, but that was mostly because you were eight, and you didn't really understand much about life in general.

Holding onto your mother's hand for dear life, you'd stand and sit when you were told to. You never really understood why, but you thought of it as some game. A silent game because you were always harshly scolded by your mother and father for "not paying attention" whenever you would speak. You thought that the rules of the church were strange, but you oblige by them nonetheless. It prevented your parents from getting angry, which was always a plus.

All of the adults and some of the older kids would be able to drink some red liquid out of a tiny glass, which you thought was meant for babies or toddlers. They also ate this weird circular wafer before returning to your seats. Every Sunday, you would ask your mother how it would taste, and every Sunday, she'd give the same answer.

"You'll find out soon enough."

She'd gently ruffle your hair before turning her attention to the preacher. You were in that weird stage where you were past coloring in the coloring books for the younger children, but you were too young to understand why you were there at church in the first place.

That's why Sunday School existed, or at least, that's what your parents told you.

Sunday School was like going to church, except you actually understood what they were talking about. Different members of the church would teach you about biblical lessons, depending on your age. You were old enough to get sorted in with the pre-teen group, which made you feel pretty cool. The lady who taught the class was really pretty too, but you were too shy to tell her such a thing.

After today's church service, you waved goodbye to your parents before running off to the Sunday School classroom. Sunday School always followed church service, and you were always the first one to arrive.

"Ah, Y/N!" The teacher smiles at you, which makes your heart beat a little faster. "Are you ready for today's lesson?"

You nod eagerly, which causes her to laugh.

"Okay, you can come inside now."

She places a hand on your back, and you shiver at her touch.

Wow, she's really warm! I really like the feeling of her touch…

You climb into a nearby seat as you wait for your fellow 'classmates' to arrive. They arrive, and your teacher begins the lesson.

You knew all about Adam and Eve, Moses, Mary and Joseph, and Jesus, so you weren't really paying attention to the lecture all that much. The only thing that kept you engaged was her, and you eagerly raised your hand to answer every question that she would ask.

"Y/N, I think you should let the others answer some of the questions." She'd say, which would cause you to visibly deflate in your seat.

Eventually, the hour was nearly up, but the teacher had one more thing for the students to do.

"Alright, I want everyone to take five minutes and draw themselves in the future. Do you have a family, a nice car, and a big house?" She tried to inspire you all while handing out paper and drawing utensils.

You immediately got to work, along with the other students. You weren't Picasso, but you thought that your three story mansion and five car garage looked pretty sick. It came time for you to draw your family, and so you did.

You drew a stick figure version of an older version of yourself, along with a couple smaller versions of you that you called your kids. A small dog, reminiscent of the dog in your home, accompanied your family.

There was just one last thing to add: someone who'd love you. You took a glance at your neighbor's paper, and she had drawn a simple house with her, her kids, a dog, and her husband.

Something about drawing a boy next to you didn't seem right. None of the Prince Charmings in the fairy tales caught your attention, and you didn't like how some of them talked to their female lovers.

The princesses, on the other hand, caught your attention right away. You did have a favorite, so you did your best to draw her right next to you.

We can be happily together, just like the prince and the princess!

The teacher came to you as soon as you had finished your masterpiece.

"Very creative, Y/N," She praises, which causes you to beam, "but I think you're missing something."

Confused, you look at the paper for a moment before looking back at her.

"What do you mean?"

"You don't have a husband, Y/N. Who are you supposed to have kids with?" She explains while pointing at a blank spot next to you. "The nanny just doesn't come with kids."

"What if she's not a nanny?" You quietly mutter, which causes the rest of the kids in the class to gasp.

The teacher nervously laughs before answering you.

"Only a mommy and a daddy can have a baby."

"I know that," You huff, clearly annoyed by her line of thinking, "but what if a mommy and a daddy don't want a baby after they have the baby? Can't they give that baby to two women who will love the baby with all of their hearts?"

"No, Y/N, they can't. Two women can't be mothers to the same child. The child could come out all wrong, and nobody wants that to happen. Right, class?"

The class lets out sounds of agreement, which makes you feel even more alone.

"Do you know what it's called when two women or men love each other?" The teacher sternly asks.

"Uh…" You trail off while trying to think of an answer. "Love?"

"Sin. Pure sin." The teacher takes the paper, and she rips it to shreds in front of your eyes.

You do your best to hold back your tears as you watch your hard work fall to the floor in a million tiny pieces.

"I'm disappointed that your parents haven't taught you that. I'll have to have a conversation with them after class."

Through tear eyes, you're able to ask one last question.

"Am I in trouble?"

"Oh no, honey…" She gently pats your head before backing away from you, "You're just very, very confused."

You were eight when you learned that the church was not the safe haven that your family made it out to be.

If you thought Sunday School was bad, Catechism was about ten times worse. It was the process that everyone in the church had to go through in order to be considered a proper adult and member of the congregation. You actually had to study and put effort into the classes, which only made you hate them more.

At the age of twelve, you felt like you were starting to drift away from the ideals that your church held dear. Being exposed to differing opinions through the internet had taught you to think as critically as you could at that age. Did you really want to believe that people would go to hell because they love someone who was the same gender as them?

You understand the words in the preacher's sermon, and you were starting to understand the bullshit and lies that were buried deep within them. You understood the hypocrisy among the church members and how they spoke and judged others' sins when they themselves have committed sins. You understood that a shot of wine and a tiny cracker were supposed to make you feel connected to someone divine person above, but you only felt empty and lost after every Communion. Who was telling the truth, and who was lying? Your heart wasn’t lying to you, so that's what you made your judgment on.

You couldn't deny your heart any longer. You loved women more than any "good God-fearing woman" should have. You loved the shape of their bodies, the way their eyes crinkled when they smiled, and every other little detail about them. You hadn't told a soul about what you felt inside of you. The brutal storm of chaos continued its reign in your head, and you did nothing to set it, or yourself, free.

The people in your life weren't much better. Your relatives spewed homophobia whenever they saw fit, along with questioning the way you dressed. You liked casual clothes that may be seen as a little tomboyish, or just boyish in general. You weren't totally against skirts and dresses, but some days, those jeans and a graphic tee felt ten times better than a dress ever would.

Your relatives weren't the only people whom you disagreed with. Your classmates continued to torture your conflicted mind when you or your family weren't already doing enough. They called gay people disgusting right to your face because they didn't know who they were talking to. You would question if they would say the same words if they knew that you liked women, but you were scared to find the answer.

You. You were your worst enemy. No matter how much hate everyone else around you spit out, it would never compare to the endless guilt-tripping in your mind. Religion had "taught" you that gay people were bad, and that they deserved only the bad things in life. You couldn't count the nights where you would contemplate the same ideas in your head.

Judge, juror, and executioner. Your crime? Existing. Punishment? None would be greater than eternity in hell, but you could start the endless torture now. Feeling unworthy of love and happiness, knowing that most people would think differently about you if they truly knew you, and believing that death was the only way to end the pain that existed in your heart every moment of every day.

Maybe you'd just marry a nice man so everyone would leave you alone. You'd feel miserable, but everyone else would be happy for you. That's all you ever wanted, right?

Working to please others while trying to keep your own head above water was no longer a viable option. Something had to change fast. You couldn't keep living in a constant cycle of misery, self-hatred, and guilt-tripping. Something had to give. Someone had to give.

As you celebrate finishing Catechism with your family, the thoughts of existential dread creep back into your mind. You try to push them away, but you can't do that any longer.

Could you really live with yourself, knowing that you worship a God who believes that you should go to hell because you like women? Could you stand to spend another minute in that stuffy church with the knowledge that most people in that place would spit at you if they knew what you were?

No.

You knew the answer was going to be no, but your confidence in that answer would surprise you the most.

You were thirteen when you stopped believing in God.

You didn't understand why you had to go to church when you were seventeen and could clearly make your own decisions. The church atmosphere made you uncomfortable for a variety of reasons, but you'd never dare tell a soul about how you felt about anything. That was treason, and you were already so close to being hanged on the noose that was firmly settled around your neck. All it took was one sudden movement, and that stool would be kicked out from under.

Maybe that wouldn't be so bad after all. I'll finally stop coming here when I'm dead.

You didn't think much about life, death, heaven, hell, or God these days. You were too busy with exams, scholarship applications, creating a plan after high school, and making sure that you passed all of your classes.

You had heard rumors from your mother that a new group of preachers were coming to town for a little while. Of course, they would be preaching at your church, of all places in the world. You still had no choice in the matter, but going to church was a little more exciting than usual.

Scanning the crowd, you tried to spot anyone new, but your vision failed to see any new faces. Disappointed, you reluctantly sit down in the pew.

You zoned out during most of the church service, if you were to be honest with yourself. You weren't interested in what they were trying to sell you, so you didn't listen unless you had to. You found that your mind was the most interesting place at that moment, so you mostly spent that time imagining what you would do when you would leave church.

The sight of new black and white priest uniforms caught your attention as you drifted out of your dream world. Your preacher introduced them, and stated their mission, but you weren't all that interested in that religious malarkey.

You were about to zone out again until you made eye contact with the youngest girl on stage. You felt the air leave your chest, but you weren't sure if it was because she was the prettiest girl you had ever seen, or if someone had finally kicked out that stool, and the noose around your neck would finally do you in, once and for all.

Either way, it didn't matter because she was the only thing that had captivated you in a long, long time. The way that her soft, colorful, perfectly placed hair sat above her shoulders made you want to run your fingers through it. Her brown eyes felt like deep swimming pools that you could drown in day after day. The bored expression on her face only added to her attractiveness. Her relaxed posture and mannerisms drove you crazy, but in a good way.

A slight smirk danced across her thin pink lips when she noticed that you were staring at her. Nerves struck every part of your body, and you could feel yourself physically shaking from your first glance at her.

You couldn't look away, and neither could she. You were locked in a duel for dominance with your eyes, which was a duel that you simply could not win. Eventually, you were forced to look away so you could focus somewhat on what was going on, and you wondered how she reacted to her victory.

I'm supposed to focus when there's someone like her in the church!?!? These people expect too much of me, in my opinion.

The church service dragged on for days on end, but it was more bearable when you were able to glance over and see her, facing you, sitting at the front of the church. You were more in the back, but that didn't stop you from trying to peek at her.

Twice, during the whole service, her eyes had caught yours once more. With arched eyebrows and an amused expression, you'd take that as an invitation to talk with her afterwards. You'd have to anyways because there was no way you could continue living life without getting to talk to one pretty girl.

You nearly didn't make it to the end of the service because her eyes connected with yours for a second time. She gave you a subtle wink, which was enough to send your fast-beating heart into overdrive.

I have to see her. There's no other way around it.

After the church service ends, you push your way through the crowd of people as you try to find the mysterious, enchanting figure that had stolen your heart within one glance.

It didn't take you long, as you spotted her trying to look for someone else in the crowd.

Great minds think alike, huh?

"You." You mumble to yourself before building up the courage to talk to her.

It's just one conversation, and then you can go on with your life.

You approach the girl before tapping on her shoulder. She turns around to face you, and you can confirm that she is, indeed, 100% prettier from close up.

"Ah, I was wondering when I'd find you." Amused by her own words, she chuckles to herself.

God, her voice is so rich and deep!

"Me too." You're out of breath from being this close to someone you find attractive.

If this is what I have to ignore in order to get into heaven, then you can take me straight to hell after I die!

"You're not exactly the subtle type, you know."

You nervously laugh as you try to back off from making advancements, just in case she's not interested.

"I'm so sorry! I promise I wasn't trying to make you uncomfortable."

She laughs once again, and you think that you're drunk off of the sound of her laughter when it hits your eardrum.

"It's cute. I like girls who are unafraid of showing their interests."

That's one bold statement for the daughter of a preacher.

"Are you busy later?" She asks, and you shake your head no. "Come back to the church after dark. I'll be waiting for you."

With a brief smile, the enchantress slips into the crowd of people as you're still trying to process what's going on.

"Wait, where are you going?"

It was too late. She was already gone, but you at least had plans for tonight.

That's better than most nights for me.

You were seventeen when you fell for a girl for the very first time.

It was way past dark on that same Sunday when you pulled into the church parking lot. Your parents weren't thrilled when you told them that you had plans with friends on a Sunday, but they still let you go anyway.

Little do they actually know…

The church was eerily quiet and dark, but you weren't expecting much else.

I better not be stepping into The Exorcist or some shit like that. I didn't sign up for that!

You nervously walked into the worship hall, where you noticed that a few lights were on.

It's weird to be in here when no one else is.

There she stands, front and center, but she looks radically different than before.

Her once-perfect hair is now messy, and it almost seems discolored, in a way. The priest uniform on her body is untucked, which makes her look more unhinged.

When you step closer to her, you notice a large red mark that runs vertically across her left eye. That same eye now has a blue hue, which is completely different to before.

"What's on your eye?" You ask.

"The mark of a sinner." She curtly explains before lazily walking towards you.

Everything about the girl in front of you is different from the girl you met earlier. Then, she was calculated, precise, and polite. Now, she's cocky, unafraid, and a little bit terrifying.

"My name’s Y/N." You break the silence with an introduction.

She heartily laughs, and the sound reverberates around the empty church. If you weren't scared before, you're absolutely scared now.

"Dami. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." She stops nearly a foot away from you, and Dami sticks out her hand.

You, being the polite girl, take her hand and shake it. Dami smirks before using her grip on your hand to pull you close.

"What are you doing-"

"Hush." She mumbles before nearly closing the distance between your faces. "Don't say, just do."

Your eyes go from her lips, to her eyes, and then back to her lips.

Don't say, just do.

You close the distance between your lips, and you hungrily kiss her as you feel her kiss you back. You've never been able to kiss another girl before, and God knows when you'll get another chance to.

You were seventeen when you discovered why Eve took a bite of the forbidden fruit that dangled from that very tree that God told her not to touch.

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