#Random stuff I do instead of homework

[smolgaedragon]

Hidden Twin (DP X DC)

Danny wasn't all too surprised when his texts with Damian began to get more and more spread out. His last message from his twin had been to let him know that he had moved in with their birth father, Bruce Wayne in Gotham.

Their mother had chosen to hide Danny away with a random couple in Amity Park, and seeing how it prevented him from getting killed by his grandfather and his horrible, contaminated ectoplasm pond, Danny didn't mind it all that much.

Danny never felt a strong urge to connect with Bruce Wayne, especially as he grew up with the Fenton's. Sure, they were a tad insane, but Danny fit right in, and he had Jazz to watch over him after he died and became the Ghost King, as his parents were still very much trying to kill Phantom and therefore kill him.

What Danny wasn't expecting to happen though is for Phantom's help to be requested by the Justice Leage to help with an out-of-control ghost that was making its way around causing havoc. Instead of doing this the normal way, Constitine, who had somehow gotten hold of his summoning circle decided to summon him to a Justice Leage meeting when he was in the middle of doing homework.

Damian, of course, wasn't allowed to be in the room during the summoning. So, he was hiding in a dark corner of the room, out of Batman's line of sight. And due to him being so distracted with the possible down-sides to summoning the King of the Infinite Realms, he hadn't noticed that Damian had snuck into the room.

So, when Danny poofed into the center of the summoning circle drawn on the space station's floor, he grumbled. "Constitine, you know there are so many other ways of getting me to talk than forcing me to abandon my homework, I had almost finished it!" Bruce sucked in a very small breath, probably noticing how Danny looked near identical to his son, mostly since he was currently Fenton instead of Phantom.

It was only now that Danny actually took the time to scan who was all in the room that he was just summoned into. He eyes holding up on Batman, and right where Damian was hiding behind him, then he turned to Wonder Woman. "Your grandfather speaks very highly of you" Which made her just stare at him before accepting this new information.

"So, what exactly do you need me for?" Danny turned back to Constitine, who was sitting rigid in a chair. "We have been unable to locate a ghost quickly enough to trap it and send it back to your realms" "Ahh" Danny said, leaning his back against the glass wall facing out into space that he was totally going to geek out over as soon as all of this stuff wrapped up. "So, you need to catch a little ghostling for you, you're losing your touch old man"

"Will you help us?" He grumbled out as the smirking teenager. "Of course I will, on 2 conditions" he said, eyes flicking over to Batman, who was the next one to speak up, "Which are?" "Simple!" Danny chirped, "I wanna be able to come back up here to look at the stars occasionally, " Which made the superheroes all nod secretly towards each other, as it wasn't all that much of a payment for saving them all a lot of headaches and time, "And second, I want to meet Batman's current Robin" he said while looking right at Batman.

Danny had instantly recognized the energy that his twin was giving off from his hiding spot in the corner and wasn't too certain on whether or not the rest of the Justice Leage were aware of who the Bat's all were and didn't want to be the one who released that information.

All heads turned towards Batman, wondering what he was going to say, and if it would cost the team Phantom's help if the man said no. "That could be arranged" And with that Danny had a giant smile on his face, "Great! I'll be back in an hour or 2 if that would be good with you both?" Danny questioned Batman, eyes glancing to Damian once or twice. Batman nodded. Danny kept his smile as he poofed away just like how he had shown up.

"What now?" Superman asked, "And why do you think he wanted to meet Robin?" "Guess we'll find out in a little bit" Wonder Woman said, watching Constitine leave the room with a slightly shell-shocked face, mumbling about needing a beer.

Batman was sitting in the meeting room alone an hour and a half later when Phantom appeared again, he was actually prepared and in his ghost form now, this time he showed up facing the window, completely entranced by the stars he could see. "I bet you were wondering why I want to meet with Damian, but knowing how Batman works I assume you have already figured at least part of it out by now?" Danny twisted his head to look at the man who his twin calls 'father', his form switching back to 'Danny' from 'Phantom'.

"I'll call him in" Batman said, his voice somewhat betraying that he did in fact have emotions as he went to the door. Nearly as soon as the door opened Damian stood inside staring at Danny, who was smirking at him. "What? Shocked I became a better superhero than you? You know, Talia did always say we'd become exactly like dear old Brucie, though I don't think that this was what she had in mind"

Damian took off his robin mask, walked up to, then hugged Danny. "Danyal, I apologize for not communicating with you more often" "Don't worry, its mutual, I totally forgot to send you a text after I died and came back too, we can swap full stories later"

"I do have like 2 more hours before Jazz realizes I'm not quietly doing my homework anymore, so we have time to chat more if you want, same goes for you Bruce" The duo sat down around the meeting table and started to swap some stories about what had happened since they last had an in depth talk with each other. Bruce almost felt like he was out of his depth, what are you supposed to say to your son's twin that you hadn't known existed before today and was apparently the king of ghosts.

Before Danny went home, he made plans with Damian to come to Gotham sometime soon to visit and meet his family, and for Danny to bring Jazz with him so she could also meet her brother's twin's family, and he had to promise that they would actually text each other now.

[ayexaye]

˚⋆｡°✩₊ "Of course I remember you!" ᡣ𐭩

Bachira Meguru x gn!reader, childhood friends to strangers to friends? again, 800~ words, not proof read

A/n: might do another part to this buutttt I haven't decided yet and I like this as it is

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You used to be friends with a boy named Meguru Bachira.

He was the kid that always had paint on his clothes or his hands–apparently, that was because his mom was an artist, and that meant he would usually go home and have fun painting random stuff while she worked. He was the kid that seemed to talk more to himself than other kids. He was the kid that everyone called a freak or a weirdo.

But once, early in elementary school, he sat next to you during lunch. He pulled out his lunchbox and pushed it towards you, asking you if you wanted to trade your snack for his because he didn’t like the salty chips his mom gave him. And you were friends from then on.

So you were the one who walked him to the nurse's office after he got into a fight with one of his bullies.

“They’re just mean cause they’re boring and jealous of how fun you are.” You said to him, sitting on the swing next to him.

He rubbed the bandage on his face, wincing when the pressure sent a sharp pain through the healing skin. “You think I’m fun?”

“Obviously!” You replied exasperatedly. “You’re my best friend!”

But that couldn’t last forever. Because years later, your family moved away during your first year of middle school. You promised to keep talking to each other, and you only left after a way-too-long hug on the sidewalk outside your old house, but you still lost contact eventually. And Meguru Bachira became someone you could only think of and smile, instead of the best friend he used to be.

At least, until high school. You were on the couch, working on homework over the weekend. You had the TV on, but it was mostly background noise. You vaguely recalled being into soccer when you were young, but it wasn’t anything special to you anymore. You tuned it out until you heard the announcer, “...that’s number eight, Bachira Meguru, weaving through the U-20’s defenses like it’s nothing! What incredible control of the ball-”

And you froze, eyes darting up to the screen because surely it wasn’t that Bachira Meguru.

But on screen was a boy with the same long brown hair and gold eyes. He was taller, his face more mature, his muscles more defined, but it was still Bachira.

So you looked into this “Blue Lock” thing that he was a part of now. Some kind of training for up-and-coming soccer players in Japan. You figured out when they’d be playing next, and you scrounged up money for a ticket.

You didn’t know why you were doing this. You weren’t friends anymore. You, and likely Bachira too, had moved on. It would have been easier for you to just ignore it, maybe brag to your friends about how you were best friends with one of the new famous Blue Lock players, and move on with your life.

But no, here you were, with VIP tickets that got you into the meet-and-greet after the game. What were you even going to say to him? Would he even recognize you? Maybe he didn’t even want to see you again, or maybe he’d think it was weird that you bought a VIP ticket just to see him again.

You stood in line, shifting your weight from one foot to the other over and over again. Fans all around you buzzed with excitement, holding posters and plushies and keychains. You held the Blue Lock poster you got with the VIP ticket—you didn’t really plan to get it signed, but you needed something to fidget with, so you kept it with you.

There were only a couple more people ahead of you until you’d be up next.

You could leave now. Throw the flyer in the trash and pretend you never even saw him on TV that day to avoid everything—

“Next!”

Well, too late for that now.

You stepped forward, racking your brain for what the right thing to say would be.

Bachira looked up at you, and that practiced, casual smile he held with fans faltered. “... No way.���

You tensed, panic filling your veins. “You remember me?”

He broke into a grin, laughing. “Are you kidding? You were my best friend!”

He stepped out to you. His hands hovered for a moment, not sure if he could touch you or not. Until you opened your arms, and you were suddenly engulfed in a warm, tight hug, as if he thought you might disappear again if he let go of you.

“You’re... way taller.” You mumbled against his shoulder.

“So are you,” he laughed, and then sighed. “I missed you so much.”

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𖹭.ᐟ Masterlist

Part 2

[aliengirlnini]

Tkatb headcanons!

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Sol

The type of person tu cut in line

Got that roblox cheat mod

Sometimes he walks around with both hands inside of his pocket to look cool and mysterious but get made fun of instead

Would say something religious when crowe is around just to piss him off while knowing that crowe is an atheist

If he sits on a grass field he literally cannot stop himself from plucking the grass

Crowe

Bite his nails only when he is super anxious

Used to wear glasses in middle school but take them off after a few months cuz he thinks he looks ugly

Got a few light burn scars on his hands because he always forget to wear an oven gloves while baking something

Thinks video game can cause violence

Bought a professional camera to take pictures of himself near an open water area but accidentally knocked the camera down and it fell onto the water like mr. harrington did from that one scene in spiderman far from home

Geo

"ts pmo" on a video of happy family

Watch tv shows drama with a straight face, no emotions whatsoever. He said he doesn't like it but prosesed to watch another episode. (especially those love triangle dynamic when a poor, broke ass girl likes a guy from a rich family and there's always this one bitch that get in the way of their relationship)

Before getting a septum piercing, he was thinking about getting a bridge piercing but changed his mind (it would look really cool if he actually got one)

Always got a lavender scented hand sanitizer with him (his ass would NOT share it with anyone bruh)

Apply medicated oil 24/7 even when he's completely fine

Hyugo

Lost appetite if his food touches eachother. Not in a rice touch the curry way but in a slice of watermelon touches the chips way

Participated in that one clown sighting incident back in 2016

Can't control his mouth and would make fun of everyone and everything but feels guilty asf right after

"Ermm... professor, you forgot about the homework🤓☝" Only if he did his homework but will hate another person who said it when he didn't do his

He likes to spray paint random words and shapes on an abandoned building wall

Deryl

Always pushed people to the ground on accident at the cafeteria because he moves a LOT. Like, his hands and arms doesn't get any breaks

Show people "cursed image" from pinterest everyday and expect them to genuinely laugh

Loves surfboarding

The middle seat in the back of a car is his favorite

He is very easy to scare. Tell him that sonic exe is going to sneak into his house at 3am, he'll shit his pants even if he knows it's not true

Brittney

She has a camcorder/old phone with her everytime and everywhere to record random stuff or generally just blogging

Would ask the group to participate in a dancing trend with her (geo is forced to join)

Collect crystals. Her favorites are rose quartz and agate

DIY queen. Clothes, accessories, room decor, gifts, and much more

Anything red velvet flavoured? She devours them all

Jessie

Her #1 fictional crush is reagan ridley from inside job

Eat seafood boil everyweek with the gang (since it's canon that she loves seafood) + i feel like jess wouldn't like eggs so she gives them to deryl instead (he needs the protein!)

Has lactose intolerant

I just know she has a lot of posters hanging on her walls

Mostly buy organic stuff or food/drink/snacks etc etc with little to no ingredients. Chocolate? She only eat the one with 85% cacao, no sugar, no gluten, no soy ingredients no additives, no artificial shit, no chemicals no anything that is not organic

[mellosdrawings]

Ok, originally I didn't want to do Twst OCs that weren't based on actual Disney characters, but I broke my one rule because @marigoldendragon triple dog dared me to do an octopus OC. Which I failed, because I did a jellyfish one instead :'D

(Just... pretend he's one of those random jellyfish from that one scene in Finding Nemo)

So yeah, here's my new Ignihyde OC I guess.

Noah Jackson

18 years old, 3rd year

Ignihyde

From the Coral Sea, jellyfish merman

He/Him though he doesn't mind any other pronouns

Signature Spell: Go With the Flow

-Basically an anti gravity spell that allows him or whoever he touches to move through the air the same way he does under water

-The tiniest gust of wind can make him float away

-If he uses it right before he gets knocked out by a spell he just flies away like a balloon with only minimal damages

-While he can stir himself through the air, the people that get affected by his spell generally can't. Only some merfolk manage to adjust and swim through the air

-It also works on objects. His own room is constantly under the spell while he's inside so he can emulate his own home

No heart, no brain, only vibes.

Noah is not the brightest and he knows it. His motto is to just "go with the flow". Whatever is funniest gets his attention, but he never goes out of his way to actually catch it. He just ~vibes~. Whatever happens happens. Good stuff? Great, let's have some fun! Bad stuff? Oh well, let's just wait for it to pass.

Nothing has weight for him. While it means he doesn't get hurt much in life because he just doesn't care, it can be a huge drag for the people around him.

Random facts:

-Noah is based on the Sea Nettle jellyfish. While his sting isn't necessarily deadly, he certainly can hurt others.

-He is only 1.56 meters tall.

-He is genuinely blind but he manages to get around by sensing light and magic. He still regularly sticks to someone and "goes with the flow" of the crowd.

-While very confused about getting sorted into Ignihyde, he immediately got into it because of the lights. He's surprisingly efficient at technomancy and uses speech-to-text to write his homeworks.

-He's pretty sensitive to waves so his dormmates often come to him when they are in search of the best spot to receive Wi-Fi.

-Noah always moves his arms around. His head too, to make his hair flow, which is a problem since his hair have the same toxic properties as his tentacles.

-His stamina is terrible and he has no strength whatsoever.

-He bargained with Sam to get a skirt because pants are too restrictive for him. He doesn't like his Dorm Uniform at all.

-He loses stuff. A LOT!

-His best subject is Flight.

-He's part of the Pop Music club but he has completely forgotten about it. He plays wind instruments, mostly ocarina or pan flute, but he also loves instruments that are bigger than he is.

(Jellyfish pic source)

(@marigoldendragon The drawings with Lachlan will be posted tomorrow, promise!)

[amphitriteswife]

Jonggun as a dad

✔️Dad Jonggun! Who actually spent his time being your personal chauffeur because he doesn’t trust any other form of transportation cause you don’t have your license yet.

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who says ‘be safe.’ Instead of saying ‘be home at 9’ because he knows what it’s like to be a teenager and have fun.

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who doesn’t actively check your grades or your homework because he trusts his child to make good decisions. He’ll only step in if it’s necessary

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who actually understands and listens to you when you disagree with him. You’re his child. And it’s his job as a parent to try and understand you.

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who actually knows what you love and gives you little presents at the most random moments for just being his child

✔️ Dad Jonggun! who wouldn’t be angry of he found out you smoke/vape. He’d tell you to think wisely and make sure you know what you’re getting yourself into. But he ultimately wouldn’t stop you. He smokes too after all.

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who actually would let you have a boyfriend and be pretty chill with it….on the outside. Internally he’s dying. But your happiness is more important.

✔️ Dad jonggun! Who went to cooking classes because he doesn’t want his baby to eat junk.

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who will camp outside your bedroom door after an argument, waiting for you to to come out and say sorry to you with a hug

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who actually bites his tongue when you two argue, he doesn’t want to say something he can’t take back to the most precious thing in his life

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who thought you kyokushin Karate, not because he wants you to be a fighter like him (if you do he would be happy too) but because he wants you to be able to protect yourself

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who helps you with woodcarving when you have little art projects for school.

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who isn’t ashamed when ask him to buy you feminine hygiene products. You’re still his daughter, even if you’re now a young lady.

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who can’t say no to you when you ask for his credit card. He’ll look down at your face. His eyes staring into yours. A soft grumble escaping his lips before he hands you his card.

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who goes to your concerts when you don’t have anyone else to go with. He’ll drive you, buy you what you want, pat your back when you cry and let you sleep on his shoulder on the ride back.

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who enjoys talking to you about anything you find interesting, experience or just daily life. He’s your parent. But he wants you to feel as if you can say anything to him. No matter what.

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who wore a pink dress on your 3rd birthday because you asked him to wear it.

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who takes you with him to Japan when he has to deal with Yakuza business but disguises it as a vacation

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who never explicitly told you what he does for his job, but let’s you believe he’s a bodyguard for some people.

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who showed up to all your events, even if you never noticed him. Even if you remain with your friends. He doesn’t take it personally. It’s your moment and you can choose how you want to celebrate.

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who wants occasionally picks you up during lunch break to have lunch with him and paid by him. He’ll have your books too if you forgot. And a laptop that is fully charged.

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who will hug you very tightly when you tell him that you will go to study abroad in another country.

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who lets you spam your stupid brainrot stuff on all his socials. He watches them all en responds to them too.

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who remains stoic and unfazed, but feels so incredibly proud and lucky to have you as his child, always has. But when he sees you at your graduation, he can feel his chest swell with adoration.

That’s all I could think about yall😽

[puck-luck]

Super random! But I was thinking about frat! Jack (as one does🤭) and I couldn’t help but think about frat! QUINN.

Frat Quinn who isn’t super showy about the fact that he’s in a frat but all the brothers LOVE him because he’s just quinn and he wouldn’t want to be president because of all the duties but he’d settle for being VP or Pledge Master if his buddies were also chairmen

Frat Quinn who gets introduced to you through one of your friends dating one of his friends and he immediately is so down bad

Frat Quinn using the pledges to deliver you flowers and messages throughout the day from him on days that he’s busy as he’s trying to win you over to go on a date with him

I could go on🤭 because the idea of Frat Quinn is something that needs to be discussed🫣

frat quinn you will ALWAYS be famous!!!!:

frat quinn who rushed in the second semester because he wasn't sure if he wanted to be in a frat, because he's a quieter kind of guy and most frat guys are LOUDLOUDLOUD. he made friends in his first semester with a couple of guys who rushed and they managed to convince him to join– notably, of course, his bestieboo josh norris, who went ΟΣ in the first semester and thinks quinn would love to be in a frat.

frat quinn who goes ΞΧ because they wanted him the most and the members accepted him immediately, especially the president Bo who took quinn under his wing and helped him adjust to frat life before he graduated

frat quinn who keeps to himself and studies in the house his sophomore year instead of the library, since he's required to live in the house anyway and the study room they have is barely ever used as is... and other members start to notice so they nominate him to be academic chair as a joke but he actually really likes the position, which gets him more involved with the frat

frat quinn who goes from academic chair as a sophomore to VP of Operations as a junior and senior because he wants to be part of the behind-the-scenes stuff... but he learns that he THRIVES in high pressure situations

frat quinn who meets you at a sorority-fraternity-mixer meeting between the presidents, VPs of operations, and VPs of membership of your organizations and is immediately smitten

frat quinn who begs (TW) garly to designate some of his pledges as quinn's little minions so that he can win you over

there's a pledge delivering your favorite flowers and food to your place, there's a pledge who meets you after your least favorite class with a sweet little affirmation to make you feel better, there's a pledge who offers to do your homework for you (who you turn down) but then he morphs into your weather pledge (who sends you the forecast every day and hypes you up when you eventually start sending him Fit Checks)

how does frat quinn know all of your favorite things and your class schedule? well, nat, of course! millsy's gf is the president of your sorority and would LOVE to get you two together

eventually, frat quinn himself shows up outside of your least favorite class and asks you to formal with that sweet, tilted, shy smile of his, and you have to say yes. because how could you ever say no to him?

frat quinn who always plans the cutest weekend dates and invites you to come to tailgates for the football games (always making sure to supply his personal cooler with your favorite drinks)

frat quinn who kisses you for the first time after a buzzer beater field goal that sends your team to the playoffs for the first time since you've been at university, eyes wild and massive smile on his face, then apologizes immediately after because you never explicitly said that you wanted to kiss him and he just got excited and.... you shut him up by kissing him again

[bahngarang]

chapter 6.0 ☆ have you been flossing?

ss: 16

wc: 301

cw: swearing, mentions of car accidents, mentions of the french, yn is bad at feelings, teeth stuff???

a/n: 56 followers?? I never thought this many people would like my shit lol thank you guys 🥲🫶

updates are probably going to slow down a bit because I'm going back to college next week (I am writing this instead of doing my homework, how did you know?)

also the amount of research I did on dental implants for this one chapter just for the most random plot point... idk anymore

it had been... well, annoying, to say the least, the time after yn's old crowns had been removed. it hadn't been strictly necessary to go around wearing a mask everywhere they went, but it was just... weird, right? walking around with holes in their smile. luckily, it had only taken few days for the new crowns to be made – silver, this time, as recommended – and they did look pretty cool. a little cold in their mouth, though. yn supposed they would get used to it.

however, the last person yn expected to see as they were walking out of the dentist's office was... dear lord... yang jeongin. luckily, it wasn't a long interaction, or even an interaction at all, for that matter, they both just brushed past each other in the doorway. but it was enough to set yn's palms tingling, something that lasted until they made it back to their apartment.

hopefully jeongin hadn't noticed. even if he had, there was only a slim chance that he'd be able to track them down, anyway.

although there was a part of yn that wanted him to try. not that they would acknowledge it, of course, but after that interaction with changbin the other day, it was hard not to wonder what it would be like if they were to finally give in to the whole soulmate thing. maybe it would be... nice. 

but the combination of pride and shame that had welled up inside them over time stopped yn from making any move themselves. they had gotten used to being alone, and that sticky feeling of sadness that clung to them whenever they saw concert clips, or skz code, or their lives. they were better off without each other, yn told themselves.

but they weren't sure how true that was anymore.

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[allllium]

andrewgarfield!peterparker x reader where reader has the biggest crush on peter but doesn't know he's spiderman? angst to fluff please!

have lovely day/night <3

Unrequited (I've always loved you)

~ Sorry this took so long and it's a lot longer than I usually write but I love how it turned out <3

~ Fluff, hurt/comfort?, Angst, WC: 2,274

~ Your best friend has a secret

Being in love sucks. Being in love with someone that's not in love with you sucks even more. But that's fine. Everything's fine. Nothing can go wrong when you're in love with your best friend.

Peter looks over at you as you repeatedly tap your pencil against your notebook, very obviously not doing the homework. You're sitting on his bed while he's across from you at his desk. Ignoring the tap from your pencil, you look around his room, lost in random thoughts, well thoughts mostly of him.

"You alright?" He asks, soft voice coming from a few feet away.

"Ugh, just bored." You slightly whine. Standing from the bed to look more around his nerdy room. All the walls are covered with different things that you don't really understand.

He just nods and returns to his work. You admire him from your stance behind him. The way his fluffy hair falls softly in front of his face or the way he's dressed so casually but still looks so good. You don't understand how one person can be so perfect. Not to mention the way he's stronger than he looks, allowing him to maintain his lanky figure that fits him so well.

Out of your boredom you start rummaging through all the stuff he has lying on his bookshelf, which leads to opening all the drawers you can find. You continuously look over at him to see if he has a problem with what you're doing but he makes no move to stop you even as he watches what you're doing.

As you're digging around you eventually reach his closet, you're a little hesitant because you don't wanna press your luck too far but what are best friends if not nosy. His closet is small and way overcrowded with clothes you swear he's never worn. You wouldn't doubt that his aunt tried to sneak them in to help him fit in more.

Something catches your eye as you go to shut the door. You wouldn't think anything of it but the red color of it deeply contrasts the rest of the closet. It looks like fabric but it's not hanging up with the rest of his clothes. Instead it's in a box on the floor, only a piece of it visible as if he rushed to put it away.

Peter shoots out of his chair when you bend down towards the box. He grabs your arm and pulls you away so he can quickly shut the door.

"What was that?" You ask in suspicion. Peter's reaction is one you haven't seen from him before.

"Nothing." He tells you, a serious look falling over his face. He pushes you a little further so he can stand between you and the door.

"Peter, c'mon." You deadpan. All the embarrassing things it could possibly be run through your head. Nothing you think of would warrant this much of a reaction.

"No. Leave it alone." He doesn't exactly snap at you but it's definitely on the line of it.

"Okay then. I'll go now." You tell him quickly. You gather up your stuff and look at him one more time before leaving, his gaze is focused on the floor in front of him. Shaking your head in even more confusion, you leave.

You don't see him for the rest of the day. Or the next day. Or even the day after that. You get the feeling he's avoiding you. It's a mystery why you think to yourself in a sarcastic tone.

Of course you see him around school but he always does more than necessary to avoid looking at you. At this point you're determined to know what was in that box. Is it a huge violation of his privacy, yes. Do you care, no, not one bit. If he doesn't want you to violate his privacy, why would he hide things from you? Make it make sense.

It's not that hard to get access to his closet considering Aunt May will let you in the house will no explanation. After school you walk right in, she gives you a bright smile and continues whatever it is she's doing. Not one question.

You have no problem going into his room, he's probably off skateboarding or whatever else nerds do in their free time. Once you get your hands on the box, that he's now shut completely, you have second thoughts. Maybe it really is wrong of you to invade his privacy like this? Oh well you open it anyway.

Holy shit. You don't even know what to think as you pull out a spiderman costume. You think, well hope, it's a costume because you don't know what to think about your best friend being the New York superhero.

How? When? How again? Is this why he's so strong? You've been friends with Peter long before Spiderman showed up which means he chose not to tell you. Is it because he doesn't trust you? Or maybe he doesn't like you as much as you like him? That stings.

Now you know why he was so adamant you leave it alone. But how is this even possible? He swings from buildings and fights giant lizards. How are you supposed to believe that your Peter can be doing that?

You quickly put the suit back in the box and hurry out of his room. As you rush down the stairs, he's coming up, running into his shoulder halfway down. You know he immediately knows but you keep running anyway.

He doesn't even stop to explain as he continues up the stairs. You walk home and wonder if there's any possibility it was just a Halloween costume.

Your phone rings over and over and over. It's obviously Peter. It's only nine in the morning on a Saturday so you have no plans of getting up or moving enough to answer your phone.

You're guessing he's mad. He should be. Now that you know what it is you can think a little clearer and you understand that maybe you should've respected his wishes a little more.

You don't answer the phone because you know he'll be mad and you don't want him to ever be mad at you. Or he'll be sad and you don't want that either. But of course, above all, you don't want to admit to him that you were wrong.

Once you finally get to moving out of bed, you spend a lot of time reading articles on Spiderman and trying to figure out how he does what he does. Now that you know Peter is Spiderman some of it makes more sense but all the other stuff makes even less sense.

Your phone rings a couple more times and you get a dozen messages but eventually they all stop. You focus your time on reading every single thing you can about him. From everything about the giant lizard to saving cats from trees and catching falling women.

"That was an interesting day." A voice comes from behind you. You jump out of your seat and turn to face them. A not so flattering shriek leaves your mouth and your heart beats faster than you thought possible.

"Peter, what the fuck." You gasp. Heart still racing and breathing slightly heavy. You take a moment to look at him, taking notice of his messy hair and the fact that he's in the Spiderman suit. Obviously he looks insanely hot but very very angry.

"Oh what? Did I invade your privacy?" He mocks, throwing down the mask you're just noticing was in his hand.

"I mean you came through the window so I'd say so." You whisper, not sure what you're actually supposed to say.

"I guess we're even now huh." He takes a seat on your bed and you almost want to say something about outside clothes on your bed but you don't have that right.

"Yeah I'd say so." A simple shrug of your shoulders has him rolling his eyes.

"That's the second time you've said that."

"I don't know what else to say."

"I wonder why." He mutters, more to himself than anyone else.

"Were you ever gonna tell me?" You ask, hurt covering your voice.

"I wanted to." You sit next to him on your bed.

"No you didn't. You should've told me."

"I don't see how it's any of your business." The setting sun shining in through your window glows on his face. You can see every detail of both him and his suit.

"Because we're friends. I don't know, maybe it wasn't."

"Really? You're gonna play this card." He stands in front of you.

"What card, Peter?" You almost yell back.

"You! Acting all sad and betrayed, trying to pretend you don't know if we were ever real friends." He's yelling now too.

"What does that even mean!? I'm allowed to be upset when you keep something like this from me!" You stand up, not liking the way he was looking down at you.

"It's none of your business." He enunciates every word to get his point across.

"Fine. It's not my problem. I shouldn't have done it. Now get out of my room."

He stares at you for a full minute. Like he's not done with whatever he wants to say or maybe he just wasn't expecting you to snap. Either way he respects your wishes, waiting only a moment more to leave out your bedroom window.

The next week rolls around very similar to the last. You go to school, you go home. Peter still avoids you, and what looks like everyone else. Throughout the whole week you don't see him talk to Gwen or anyone else he usually hangs out with.

It's not until Thursday that Gwen actually comes up to talk to you. Usually you would talk everyday but she's been more than busy with her band.

"Hey, are you alright?" She asks, coming up behind you as you put stuff back in your locker.

"Yeah, why?"

"I don't know Peter's being weird and all mopey so I thought he finally kissed you or something." She sighs so freely like she didn't just say something like that.

"What do you mean finally? Why would he kiss me?" She looks panicked. Clearly she wasn't supposed to say something but everyone knows Gwen isn't someone that keeps secrets very well.

"Fuck." She turns around and starts walking off. You slam your locker shut and follow her.

"No, no, no, no. Gwen, you get back here."

"I can't, I wasn't supposed to say that." She starts walking through people and down random halls.

"Gwen, you better get talking or I'm telling Peter what you already told me." That makes her stop in tracks. She turns to you with a look of both disbelief and betrayal.

"You're not even on speaking terms!"

"We'll go on speaking terms outta spite."

"Fine, I'll tell you but you can't tell anyone." She points her finger at you accusingly.

"Who would I tell?"

"Peter may be an insy tinsy bit in love with you."

"Gwen!"

"What? I'm not the one in love with you!"

You take a deep breath while you try to process everything you've learned in the past three minutes.

"I've been trying to get him to admit it to you forever but he didn't want to do it until he told you he's Spiderman." She continues her explanation, not realizing she's yet again saying more than she's supposed to.

"So you already knew he was Spiderman?"

"Fuck." She whines and turns to leave again but this time you let her. It's not her fault Peter didn't trust you. Or that he's in love with you.

"Gwen told me she told you." Peter says, not even a moment after you opened your front door. "And so I guess I don't really have a choice but to explain myself. And I mean that literally because Gwen is giving me no choice." He talks quickly. It sounds like he's trying to say it as fast as possible to get it over with.

"Wanna come in?" You ask, again not knowing what to say. It's funny how all it takes is his presence to make you more nervous than you ever have been.

He walks in hesitantly and doesn't move further than the entryway before he starts talking again.

"I only told her first because I'm not in love with her. I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want it to affect anything, but I didn't want to tell you I was in love with you before I told you that I was Spiderman because it didn't feel right to keep that a secret."

"That makes no sense." You run your hands tiredly over your face. "I mean seriously at least have a good excuse."

"I don't have one. Okay, I don't know why I didn't tell you."

"Then why are you here?"

"Because I love you and I don't want this to ruin anything." He looks down at his feet, breaking the eye contact you were making.

"I love you too but if I was a superhero I'd tell you."

"I know you would. I don't know why I didn't." He shrugs. "Did you just say you love me?"

"Not if it takes you that long to notice." You smile, forgetting about being mad.

"I really am sorry." He says, stepping closer to you.

"So am I." You say, also taking a step closer.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks, closing the space between you.

"Of course." Your smile grows even wider as his lips reach yours.

[definitelynotshouting]

dude. im supposed to be doing french homework right now but i had the audacity to believe i could work with a stream of scar talking about the life series with etho and grian in the background

instead im going absolutely crazy

first of all, etho sees grian in the distance and tells scar “dont look itll run away” and proceeds to it/its grian and compare him to a wild rabbit

and when grian disappears he says “his head was glinting like the sun over there” DIRECT QUOTE FROM SIR GOODTIMES HIMSELF

then scar starts talking about which season was his favourite and says 3l was his favourite and that he loves all the others but they dont seem to have the same shine as the first one did???

when grian unmutes he asks what trap he thinks was the most successful and asks if it was the dogwarts enchanter trap (it wasnt but thats not the point) and grian says “[3rd life] was at least a million years ago” and scar in the tenderest voice says “does feel like that..”

AND TO TOP IT ALL OFF scar says his favourite moment was when grian was yelling at him “im trying to tell you youre my soulmate but youre too busy chasing fairies” LIKE DHFNGK???? and grian proceeds to say that that was “genuinely the worst moment of [his] life” and that he distinctly remembers it and that its completely random and when they tested pre-session he never got scar, then as he was searching and whittling down the possibilities he gradually realized who his soulmate was “and then i eventually find him in a canyon chasing fairies and not listening to the fact that its me. you cant write this stuff”

between this stream and the repo wedding we are being very well fed

-🍁

SHAKING AND CRYING ON MY KNEES AND ALSO THROWINGUPPPPPPP what thee hale..... sorry i missed this leaf anon i was in hell BUT IM BACK BABEYYY and this is DECIMATING ME!!!!!!!! why are they like this. do they know what 5his is doing to my weak little heart. OUAGGHHH THE DESERTTTTTTT OUGHHHG DOUBLE LIIIIIIIIFE LAYS ON THE GROUND AND CRIES!!!!!!

[adachimoe]

Investigation Team stuff from the dev corner in Persona Club P4

This was originally worded as a QA but I simplified it down to just what the dev responses were

Protag:

In Chie's SLink, the protag offers to "Do an impression of another Takeshi". In English, this was translated as "tell a joke". The "other Takeshi" is referring to Beat Takeshi / Takeshi Kitano.

The protag keeps a porno mag stash "that thing" under his futon. "That thing" remains under his futon even when he sleeps on top of it. Perhaps that's why he has random dreams about a random Social Link sometimes...

The protag isn't used to cooking since he has lived with his parents until shortly before the game started, but he's fairly good at it. Motherly, if you will.

The protagonist's knitting ability didn't improve much even after the ending of Kanji's rank 10 where he teaches him how to make a (frilly) animal oven mitt. The devs assume Kanji would like to keep teaching him, but the protag probably isn't interested in it. (In one of the dungeon chats with Kanji and Yosuke, it's mentioned that Tatsumi-ya sells frilly potholders, and the devs parenthesis'd the frilly part here in their response, suggesting the one the protag made with Kanji was also frilly. Show us the frilly animal potholder that the protagonist made, Atlus.)

Yosuke:

One of the cut scenes from P4 was Yosuke riding his bike right into the Samegawa

When Chie bought clothes w/Yosuke's money, she dipped into his scooter funds, so Chie thinks she did him a solid b/c scooter = dangerous (Book was from before Golden)

Yosuke dislikes tofu cause he thinks it's bland. He dislikes konjac jelly for the same reason.

He listens to popular and/or catchy music

Jiraiya's luck stat being so low is because the man is unlucky / has shit timing.

Chie:

Cats, such as the one on the school roof, are attracted to Chie because she smells like meat and/or carries around meat-related snacks

Aside from meat, Chie loves junk food like the croquette from Souzai and sweets/snacks from Shiroku

Chie's "club" is her practicing her own style of kung fu which she calls the Kung Fu Research Club. But on rainy days, it instead turns into the Meat Research Club.

Chie likes kung fu because she grew up around boys and watched stuff made for boys

Yukiko:

Yukiko doesn't like standing out, but wears red because Chie told her it looks good (iirc Yukiko says this if you pick her to go skiing with in Golden, but this book is from like 4 years before Golden)

Yukiko is banned from going grocery shopping because she mixes up all of the ingredients (when you meet her in Portable, she offers to help Kasai go grocery shopping, and Kasai is like "uhhhhhhhh")

Originally her rank 10 romance slink was going to uhh get pretty suggestive when the protag invited her on to his futon

Kanji:

Kanji picked out his necklace because he thought it was cool and he had no idea that it was a locket until his mom told him. Instead of perhaps a photo of his dead father, Atlus believes he's the kind of guy who would keep a photo of cute cat as like a mental wellness thing.

Kanji doesn't want to join the arts and crafts club at school cause he knows that his presence would frighten/upset the members, but he ironically has no idea that him standing outside their club room and staring in all of the time also scares the shit out of them

Kanji still hasn't figured out the answer to the "homework" that Naoto gave him, nor has Naoto told him the answer yet. (I believe this is referring to one of their dungeon chats? In the JP game, Naoto asks if Kanji has finished his "quiz" yet.)

Rise:

Rise helps out at the tofu shop mostly in the morning so she is free after school hence why she sometimes can be seen hanging around outside the store after school / on other days

Rise has been an idol for a little under 2 years. She has 2 photobooks and one of her songs was used in a CM. She doesn't have many photobooks or CDs yet cause she didn't start selling well until more recently.

Rise likes spicy food and cooks based on color rather than taste. She has tried to make red tofu before, but her grandma makes her use traditional recipes at the store.

Naoto:

Naoto isn't gifted at baking, she just made the other girls use a cookbook. (This is brought up by Rise during the Golden skiing trip, but again this book is from like 2008 or 2009.)

Naoto's real name is Naoto (gender neutral). Her parents didn't name her that way because they wanted to raise her as a boy, but rather they wanted to avoid naming her something feminine because they thought she would become a detective.

Naoto's girl uniform has a longer skirt than normal because it was picked out by Yakushiji, her grandfather's secretary.

Teddie:

Atlus has no idea how Teddie can make glasses, how his bear outfit works, or how his human form fits inside the bear. They call of this "Teddie Power" and for the bear suit, compare it to Schrodinger's Cat lol. (In the Golden fan book, they later said that Teddie makes the glasses using materials from an eyeglasses store in the TV World version of Inaba.)

Teddie has a cell phone that Yosuke bought for him. Teddie decorated out himself. Yosuke also pays for all of Teddie's other expenses, like his phone bill and his food.

Teddie mentions that since he's lived in the TV for a long time, he has ways of making himself feel at home. The devs suggest he has some kind of like, Teddie Cave or hut somewhere in the TV World that he resides in. Since getting a human form, he started living in Yosuke's closet instead. (Book was pre-Arena, before they actually showed Teddie living there lol)

Regrettably, there's no Adachi dev q+a in Persona Club P4 lol

[maxdibert]

I’ve always wondered how Snape provided for himself financially throughout his life. Like did he have random summer jobs during his Hogwarts years? I would imagine he would if not for the financial aspect then to just get out of the house for a few hours. Do you think, once he was older, that he would’ve inherited anything from the Prince family? Because I’m sure he would’ve had to purchase expensive potion ingredients every once in a while, and something tells me he wasn’t getting paid NEARLY enough at Hogwarts. Also, what happened to all of his belongings after the war? I doubt he left a will.

Look, a guy who grew up with nothing knows how to get money out of you, it's basic survival level stuff. Honestly, I've always thought he made money by helping his housemates with schoolwork, or even doing their homework for a fee. He was in a house full of rich kids, so I don’t think it would have been hard for him to learn how to subtly get cash out of them. I also think that as the years went on, Lucius probably gave him money more than once for various things.

If there's one thing we know about Severus, it’s that he was never privileged or used to luxury, so he could live with the bare minimum and in fact, he did. The fact that he never left Spinner’s End, even though it was a depressing shithole, or that he lived such a sober lifestyle, shows he wasn’t a guy who cared for luxuries, so he didn’t really need much. As an adult, what he earned from working at the school was probably enough for him.

Plus, I have the headcanon that he was extremely stingy and wouldn’t spend on just anything. That’s pretty common among people who’ve had hard lives, they tend to have issues or reluctance when it comes to spending money. I can see him splurging on things he deemed important (even if it was partly indulgence), like expensive potion ingredients, but I don’t see him spending on clothes, for example. I think he saved everything and then spent on what he considered worthwhile, which is why he had the money when he needed it. Also, he was a single guy with no kids or responsibilities, everything he had was for himself.

Honestly, I don’t think he inherited anything from the Princes. Eileen had clearly cut ties with her family, and we don’t know if the Princes had other heirs, but if they did, everything probably went to them instead of the daughter who ran off to live in poverty with a Muggle.

[koolades-world]

hiii i was wondering if you could write abt an asian mc ? with the brothers or the dateables i don't mind! i just think it would be funny to see yk asian mc who's a high achiever (so even at RAD when they know nothing abt magic they'll try to score high), always take off their shoes before entering a place (entering a place with shoes is forbidden !!), always cook rice or stuff from their country when on cooking duties ("wdym we already ate that when it was my turn last time?"), will make you special herbal tea if you're sick (first time i suggested to make tea for my ill white friend they laughed :( ), tells you to eat more and in the same fashion, whose love language is giving you food, etc... bonus point if mc swears in their mother tongue. And if the MC was living in their native country before going to the devildom, their ability to just nap anywhere as if it's normal.

As someone who grew up in an asian household it's just regular to me but i can picture the face Lucifer would make if the first time mc enter Dia's castle they take off their shoes casually or like MC stuffing Beel's mouth with food as if he just didn't swallow the biggest mouthful of udon ever saying "come on Beel you need food, you need strength to play Fangol"

For the nap thing i was thinking about my relatives who take nap on their wooden bad or just the floor during summer (cause its fresh yk). My grandma always said a hard bed is good for the back lol

Anyway no pressure!! Have a nice day and take care !

hi!! yes of course :)

i'm a different flavor of asian but some of the culture overlaps so this was fun to write! haha the amount of times my grandma has urged me to eat more is hard to count. oh and the amount of tea i drank when we went to visit. i'll never forget watching her make the tea because it was a whole experience

i'm half indian and someone actually requested an indian mc so that will be out tomorrow because doing these requests back to back easiest for me!

enjoy <3

Asian Mc

Lucifer

you're ALWAYS on him for the amount of coffee he drinks

you also always make sure he takes a break to eat dinner because he needs to eat in order to continue his work

despite how bothered he might seem sometimes, he really does value what you do for him

plus, you not only keep yourself in line, sometimes you do his brothers for him too. thanks on his behalf!

Mammon

once you grow closer, he's asking you to teach him swear words so he can cuss out lucifer

if you don’t, well, he’ll just pick them up when you swear and hope he can figure out what it means haha

if you want, feed him random words, or even compliments so when lucifer hears them, he'll just be confused haha

despite the fact that he's the demon, maybe you can help him in class

Levi

when he first meets you, he'd not sure what to expect

however he quickly learns you're the best at everything you do

this includes video games and everything of that manner

he's got competition now, but he has no clue how you got so good considering it was probably your first time at all of the games you've tried

Satan

he's impressed by your work ethic and desire to achieve

you got dropped in a totally new environment and instead of struggling to adjust like he predicted, you bounced back almost immediately and were at the top of your class like it was nothing!

he tried to ask you once why you seemed so determine to get the best grade and never asked again after the look you gave him

something the two of you can bond over, though, is tea! he can often be seen with a cup of tea so that's an easy conversation starter between the two of you if not homework instead

Asmo

while initially he thought you two might not get along, you actually do quite well

he's huge on no shoes in the house and especially in his room

after all, he wants to avoid bringing as many outside germs into his room as possible

can and will ask you to teach him how you make your special herbal teas because he hates being sick and genuinely just wants to know

Beel

he falls in love with your rice cooker

rice that easy and that quick? sign him up! if he didn't already love rice you've put him on it

he doesn't think he could ever part with you and your wonderful cooking

even if you do cook the same thing every time it's your turn, he will inhale it because not only is it delicious, but you're an amazing cook

Belphie

even he's impressed by your ability to fall asleep anywhere

at least he's always with his pillow and maybe a blanket but he's seen you just curled up on the porch waiting for someone to get home

but that sighting was rare, because he felt like he always saw you doing something

however he really appreciated all the little things you did for him, such as making his bed

[pinazee]

Heres a few more random HC’s because i get bored at work!

TGWDLM

Paul has hiked every trail in hatchetfield. He once tried to get emma to go on a hike with him early in their relationship but when he showed up at her place at 5AM (not 5pm like she thought) she nearly ended it right there. Paul spent that day in absolute despair thinking that he ruined things with her but she texted him later and they hung out at a beach instead. He promised to never show up before 10am again- (unless he was sleeping over ;) -emma)

Bill Woodward and Mark Chasity have been in an unspoken feud for several years all because they both brought cinnamon rolls to a church bake sale and it got competitive. They, of course, were polite but would add small comments like, “oh adding orange zest was certainly an interesting choice,” and “wow, i love how large they are! Almost too large! Haha!” For years. Just petty comments.

Black Friday

Tom and Becky are karaoke royalty. It took some time for her to get used to people watching her for the right reasons again, but after tom coaxed her into singing the classic don’t go breaking my heart and receiving a standing ovation, that old cheerleader came right back out. Their most popular request is Lousiana Woman, Mississippi Man by Loretta Lynn and Conway Twitty as they really make it their own (tom seems like a country fan, but just the old stuff, everyone groaned at first but then they killed it).

Gary was a nerd his whole life but always managed to hang out with the popular kids and college students. He’d let them copy his homework, praise them endlessly, debase himself if he had to- all to be a part of the “right” crowd. Most of his clients are actually old “friends” that he charges up the ass (and i like to think, even if it doesn’t quite mesh with his personality, that he balances this out by doing a fair amount of pro bono).

NPMD

Ruth failed her drivers test twice because she’s too aggressive. Richie never tried, preferring to bike (and plans to move to chicago for college so why bother) Petes been able to drive since he was 13 because ted taught him in case he ever needed a designated driver (he was being responsible! What? You want him to drive drunk and hit some poor old woman just trying to cross the street at 3am?)

Detective shapiro (as a classic detective thriller trope) was secretly working on a cold case from chicago when she moved to hatchetfield. Its the one case that haunted her and forced her to seek refuge in a small island town. After the incident with max though, she finally dropped it, accepting that some things could never be explained. [And just for fun, she’s a fervent knitter. Im talking 2 full closets of just blankets ;) ]

Ruth has auditioned for the local theater 6 times, but they have no idea what she sounds like. They let her stand on stage for a minute, hand her a lollipop as they usher her off, and politely say “maybe next time, ruth.”

Richie was on a first name basis with the local comic book shop. When they heard of his murder, they put up a memorial for him with a display of (almost) all the manga he’d bought from them.

[hanniedraw]

Sooo...

MARIANA INTRODUCTION TIME !! :33

I'll do a Lucas introduction as well but lesbian first

-*———*-

Let's starts with the basics shall we? ; At 10 years old Mariana Martinez moved to Puerto Rico all the way to Golden Grove. The move was....something. Travelling to somewhere to a completely different continent, with a different language, different culture— just everything is different.

At least she has her Mama with her, despite not having the best relationship with each other, deep down Mariana really cares for her mama. She just has hard time expressing it.

In step 1, Mariana is a cis girl from all the way to step 4 and doesn't really care what pronous you use "You guys are obsessed, She..He..They. I don't care." she says

-Originally when I made her ; They were a transgender boy but I scraped it (and made another one that I'll introduce later cough cough)

Mariana isn't afraid to tell the truth, she's very blunt and so horribly honest. ex : Random "Hey! What do you think of my new hat?"

Mariana "It sucks."

So..yeah.. And because of this ; back in Puerto Rico she did not have that many friends. Some parents complained to Opal about it even but guess what? Mariana still doesn't care and continues on being 'mean'.

Fun fact while we're at it : Mariana has a bit of an accent in step 1, but by the time passes they manage to cover up the accent but it'll often come by from certain words. Especially the r's and the v's (pronounces the v = b's)

And the famous bilingual problem ; forgetting words. Both native and english, when people at school found out she was from Puerto Rico (which made her a bit more popular, bragging) people would often come up to her and ask him if their Spanish homework was good enough or what that word meant. She'd either :

A. Be blunt.

B. Knows what it says and capable of translating it but, just, can't.

C. Knows the word in Spanish but forgot it in English.

(^ mostly happens in step 2)

The relationship with the leads!!!

Whenever you would ask Mariana about love, she'd peek at Tamarack Baumann secretly and look back at you, plainly responding by "I don't do that romance crap."

In step 1 : When Tamarack popped out of the leaves, catching Mariana off guard, noticing how pretty Tamarack is.

She was hostile about her at first because of how her heart keeps fluttering everytime she'd smile. They're immediately and naturally close, without Mariana noticing much. And would defend Tamarack at anytime, Tamarack said you look like a broccoli because of your hair? Well she's right and she's being honest about it. Suck it up. Nevertheless ; while those two pining idiots goes trought the hardships of Tamarack not really feeling like a regular and Mariana being, her and confused about her feelings, in the end they could call each other's girlfriend's <3

As for Qiu Lin, ehh...they're neighbors all right. Mariana was ticked off by Qiu's charming personality and Qiu's being a people pleaser.

But in step 2, while Mariana is confused with her feelings and other stuff. Not wanting to bother Tamarack or her mama and on the other hand Qiu's confused with their gender. They'd rely on each other instead and give each other their shoulders to rest their head on to either ramble or stay in complete, comfortable silence. Then Mariana would maybe give a chance to Qiu. Despite Qiu giving up on befriending her, she'd try and befriend them.

And voilà !! All the main stuff you need to know about Mariana. Thank you for giving me your time to talk about her, of course if you have any questions about her or hell, another mc that caught your eye you can ask them away. And I'd cry. Have a wonderful day/afternoon / night!!

[amphitriteswife]

Hi again 💕 Can you write the third part of Ror/ Snv characters as Students with Thor, Beelzebub and Jack?

It's hard to find any content for them these days😅

Hello anon! I don’t write much for ror these days. But since i actually have some stuff for this i can write about this! I don’t write for Jack though!

📝✂️Ror/ Snv characters as students ✂️📝

Thor

⚡️ the quiet but chill student. Usually takes more chiller subjects too. Like geography, arts and culture, p.e. Actually biology too?

⚡️ actually has decent grades. Like not that he’s failing, but he’s not a top student either. He does blink out in certain subjects like P.E and Biology.

⚡️thor does actually go to parties. Didn’t expect that one huh? Me neither. But he does go to a few. Usually the chiller ones which is hosted by Shiva or Ares. He would NOT go to the ones Zeus gives. Never. Ever. He would rather die.

⚡️Actually has a decent amount of friends? He’s super chill with Shiva and Buddha. Surprisingly Poseidon? They go to the gym with each other and have biology together. So they’re pretty cool too.

⚡️ Thor is someone who copies homework. Like he doesn’t respond to the groupchat. Only sometimes. With an emphasis on sometimes. But when answers are leaked. He makes sure he had em written down. He also sends them to other ppl of they need it

⚡️skips school trips. He thinks they’re a waste of time and just asks for another project to do. If it’s actually mandatory, he will go. He might have a fun time while he’s at it. But it truly depends on the trip and the circumstances.

⚡️okayish with teachers. They like him most for the time. He’s quiet and does what he’s supposed to do after all. He’s usually used as an example by most teachers, much to his dismay.

⚡️ Outside of school, he has prefers to keep only in touch with a few friends. It’s not that he dislikes the other’s. He just considers those people his classmates rather than friends.

⚡️ Loki tried to be friends with him, didn’t go really well and they ended up as rivals instead.

⚡️ Thor’s way of speaking is rather dry. It’s blunt and monotone. It can usually come over as sarcastic. He usually makes fun of Loki and his failed relationships.

⚡️ probably also does Yoga with Poseidon. It calms him down and he feels more ‘down to earth’. He goes 1-2 times a week. But it truly depends on his schedule.

⚡️ Odin makes sure with the principal that if Thor’s late that it’s not put in the system. Yes he only does it for Thor. Not Loki. He can figure it out himself

⚡️ Wears casual clothes. Just sweatpants and shirts. Or a jacket if it’s cold. He doesn’t care how he looks. He’s there for learning, and if he’s done he wants to go home. Wake up, go school, go back home, go sleep.

⚡️ asks to go to the bathroom but ends up just walking around the halls or just doing anything he feels at the moment before returning as if nothing happend.

⚡️ Has a girlfriend that goes to another school. Most people didn’t know this so they were absolutely FLOORED when he showed up to prom with a girl no one had ever seen before

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🪰 Weird scientist student that stays late at school to the point people think he sleeps in the lab.

🪰 doesn’t have many friends. He usually keeps to himself. IF he talks to someone it’s Hades. And that’s cause they both have science.

🪰 Voted to be a school shooter in the yearbook. Or a stripper

🪰 Doesn’t show up to any function that isn’t mandatory. (Ps. He’s in the lab)

🪰 Lots of people think he casts spells on others or has some secret death note with him.

🪰 Beelzebub doesn’t give two shits that people find him weird. He just be vibing. Probably also said some atrocious crazy stuff to other people’s face so he’s fine with not being liked by most people.

🪰 ‘i’m not like yall.’ Was his yearbook quote

🪰 Actually didn’t show up to the graduation and his diploma had to be sent via mail to him.

🪰 Is in the chess club with Hades and the random bird. Yes he’s one if the best players. Yes the only one beating him is Hades.

🪰 Actually attends some high end elite University after he finished college? He would NOT stay in contact with anyone unless you’re actually someone he interacts with (ultra rare)

🪰 surprisingly sits at the front of the class? He used to sit at the back, but it was difficult to follow lessons since lots of the people just didn’t do any shit. So he moved to the front to actually learn 🤓👆

🪰 probably ate a lab experiment. It was dead tho. But he did lick a pig’s heart and no he didn’t regret it. High chance he enjoyed it to be honest.

🪰 Rumored that if he touched you that you get diseases or lice

🪰 Chose ancient languages and surprisingly history, he likes the political aspects about history though and empires.

🪰 Does witchcraft of black magic on people. Yes he created voodoo dolls to scare people off. Yes he still has them.

🪰 IF. With an heavy emphasis on IF. He even goes to a school party: he’s probably not noticed by anyone, dealing drugs, staring at random people or just vibing in the back in a lonely corner. Unless Hades actually talks to him and he tries to socialize (UR+ RARE)

🪰 Had beef with the principal but weirded him tf out so he got to stay in the school lab

🪰 Sometimes he says duper random disturbing stuff on purpose to creep teachers and students out. He likes seeing their reactions and such

🪰 Probably drew a satanic ritual hexagon on the bathroom mirror and lid some candles to make it more realistic

🪰 Only goes to Halloween themed parties. As himself.

🪰 Probably dismembers bugs and makes loud remarks like ‘fascinating!’ ‘Incredible’ and he looks super happy too. Like a deadass spark in his eyes. Even the Science teacher is scared

🪰 Surprisingly has a partner. No one knows who it is and they feel bad for them

🪰 ‘it’s us against the world, kitten’ is what most people think his highschool relationship would be.

🪰people found his discord so he deleted all his socials and became one with the bugs instead of nature.

[twistedminutia]

A Million and One Minutia: Child Protective Services

The teachers discuss Twisted Wonderland's protective services for children.

Read the rest of the chapters here and crossposted to AO3 here.

My position as Headmage Crowley’s gopher usually doesn’t bother me that much. I mean, having him basically shove me into the path of two overblots sucked, but it’s not like he knew that was going to happen. I think.

The actual stuff I do for him on a daily basis is usually less involved than ‘solve the mystery of who’s pushing students down stairs’ and ‘defeat the on-campus mafia.’ It’s more like ‘sort this paperwork into two piles: optional and extremely optional’ or ‘go talk to Sam about restocking the store with extra potion ingredients’ or ‘straighten up my office for me.’ Grim complains every time, and maybe he’s right to do it, but I’ve always been more of a teacher’s pet. If something’s egregious, I’ll put my foot down, but if cleaning up after the headmage is what I have to do to stay on campus, then there are worse fates.

It was, I will admit, a little easier last semester. Headmage Crowley needed to either send a messenger, magic or otherwise, to fetch me to his office, or he needed to track me down in person. Not like it was hard for him to do either, but it did cut down on just how often he could give me stuff to do. After winter break, though, he oh-so-generously decided that I could keep the phone he’d lent me. He presented it as the most benevolent thing he could think of. I also caught him showing off the latest smartphone to Professor Trein less than a week later, so I don’t know if it was ‘benevolent’ so much as ‘an excuse to get a shiny new toy.’

That was what I thought the first week, anyway. Now, I think he just realized that a phone means he can just text me whatever asinine problem he wants help with instead of having to track me down first. And yes, I can refuse to see it, ignore the phone for as long as I can, but that results in Headmage Crowley blowing up my phone, repeated texts escalating to calls, all of which start with him stating that I wasn’t answering his texts, he felt so worried he had to call, and while he has me here could I please come to his office and dust his weird collection of random shiny things again?

I did try to turn my phone off once. It worked for a couple of hours. Then Headmage Crowley stopped by Ramshackle. He didn’t make any kind of threat, or at least, not one that was as blatant as the stuff Azul gets up to.

He just told me the phone belonged to him and he was still paying for the plan.

I got the hint.

It’d be unfair to say he abuses it. I don’t get a text more than a couple times a week, and he’s backed off now that the VDC crew is staying at Ramshackle. But he still does use it. And when he uses it, I go.

This time, it’s a simple message: Come to my office at 3:45 today. Usually they’re like that- I don’t know if he has a distrust of technology or if he just likes giving orders in person, but regardless of what the task is and whether it’s necessary or not, Headmage Crowly summons me to his office to deliver the news.

By 3:40, I’m standing outside the door of Headmage Crowley’s office. Grim pads along next to me, expression irritated. “We already got so much work to do. Why’s the headmage think he can give us more, huh?”

“Shh,” I tell him. I knock on the door and there’s a faint ‘Enter!’ from the other side. “Don’t complain when he’s right there.”

“But Trein gave us so much history homework to do,” Grim complains as I open the door. “It’s not fair! I bet he just likes giving us more homework than we can- eep!”

There are four people in the room. One of them, standing behind his desk, is Headmage Crowley. The other ones are professors, one of whom clearly heard Grim saying his name.

I give Professor Trein a tentative wave. The faintest of smiles touches his mouth. He nods to me. Professor Crewel looks at me with the sort of vague interest you might give an unusual plant on the roadside- kind of an ‘oh, what’s that doing here?” expression. Coach Vargas shrugs a boulder-sized shoulder. “These’re the kids you called?” he asks. “I think you could have called someone with a little more muscle power…”

“Muscles hardly have anything to do with what we’re talking about,” Professor Trein says. He lets Lucius leap from his arms and trot over to me. “Gray is going to be working on managing the surveys, then?”

“Surveys?” I repeat, glancing at each of the teachers in turn.

“Every year, in the second semester, we distribute a student survey!” Headmage Crowley says. The flickering lights where his eyes should be somehow curve up at the bottom- like they’re crinkling with a smile. Some kind of magical effect of the mask he always wears? Or are the lights actually being produced by his eyes, and the smile lines are just cutting into them? “It’s an effort to engage our students in school improvement!”

And knowing the kinds of students who go to this school, I’m sure the survey is a resounding success. Grim folds his paws over his chest. “So, you just called us here to fill out some surveys?”

“Of course not!” Headmage Crowley says, still smiling. “You’re going to distribute the surveys to the students!”

Wow. My two favorite things! Talking to people and asking them to do something for me! Unfortunately, all of the teachers are looking at me, and blatantly refusing seems like an even worse idea. “Uh. Why don’t you just distribute them in class? Wouldn’t that make it easier? More students would probably get one that way,” I suggest.

“We’ve done it that way in the past,” Professor Crewel says. “But plenty of students aren’t honest when teachers give them forms.” His mouth thins into a sneer. “I had one particular plucky pup last year try to tell me that he would write a glowing review for me in the survey… if I boosted his grade an extra point in the exam final.”

I have a sneaking suspicion I know who that might be. “But how am I supposed to hand them out? Accost students in the hallway or the lunchroom?” God, what a way to make myself look worse- no one likes being asked to do a survey, and marching around handing them out on behalf of Headmage Crowley is going to make me look like the biggest kiss-ass priss in the universe. Also, my general social anxiety balks at the idea of initiating conversation with anyone.

“You’ll figure something out,” Headmage Crowley says, completely nonchalant. Professor Trein, Professor Crewel, and Professor Vargas all look at me. It’s hard to say there’s sympathy in their gazes, but there’s something that could maybe almost be if you squint.

“Am I allowed to recruit other people to help me?” I ask. Deuce and Ace will hate me for it, but they still owe me since bailing them out from Azul.

Headmage Crowley thinks for a few moments. “If you can get other students to help you, then I don’t see it being an issue.” He smiles. “Now, go out there and get as many answers as you can!”

“Right,” I say as he shoves a stack of papers at me. I split off a small portion of the stack for Grim, who grumbles as he clutches at it with his paws. “Uh, Headmage, can I talk to you after the meeting?”

His smile, previously relaxed, goes stiff on his face. Like he’s already guessed what I’m about to ask him and he’s trying to squirm his way out of answering. “Why, as your generous headmage, I would be more than happy to speak to you about any subject you’d wish!” he says. “But, alas, I do have to finish up this meeting, and it may take quite some time, and I would never wish a student to spend valuable learning time waiting around! Perhaps we could set up another meeting time, maybe in a couple of weeks?”

Which is long enough for him to wriggle out of it again. I set my teeth. “I can wait in the hall.”

“She could sit in here and do her homework,” Professor Trein says. “We’re not talking about grades or anything of the sort. There’s no harm if she listens in.”

“I agree.” Professor Crewel cuts his eyes toward me and Grim with a vicious glare. “Both those pups could to with a little extra training.”

“Or they could do some exercise!” Coach Vargas suggests. “Squats, push-ups, leg lifts-”

“Students,” Headmage Crowley says, “are not to be in the teacher conference meetings. And I am a very busy person, I have a lot going on after this meeting-”

“Right when we began the meeting, you stated you were looking forward to relaxing as soon as it was over,” Professor Trein says. Headmage Crowley blanches- I can see his eyes go wide, which is impressive because they’re still just yellow lights behind his mask. Lucius hops onto his desk and levels an accusing meow at Headmage Crowley, who just blinks back, stunned.

“You’ve been avoiding me for ages!” I say. “I tried to talk to you before break and you said you were doing research but you won’t even tell me what the research is!”

“You’re not a mage,” Headmage Crowley says, his yellow eye-lights giving a nervous flick over my shoulders to the other teachers. Professor Crewel smacks his riding crop (is that what that is? I’ll ask Riddle later) against his gloved palm. “Gray, you won’t understand it-”

“Then explain it to me! You’re supposed to be a teacher, aren’t you?” My argument is weak- it’s entirely possible he won’t be able to explain it to me because it’s magic way beyond what I’ve learned since coming here. But I just want to know he’s doing something, something that can be explained to me in concrete terms, even if I have to take notes and go to Riddle later for a more thorough breakdown. “Just explain to me what you’ve got to far, even if it’s not much!”

Headmage Crowley folded his arms over his chest. “I am not going to discuss this right now-”

“Then when are we going to discuss it?” I can feel the gazes of the other teachers, moving between Headmage Crowley and I like a tennis match. You’d think my awareness of that would slow me down, but I’m tired, because I haven’t been sleeping well for months, I’m hungry, because Grim will eat anything that’s not nailed down at lunch, and I’m frustrated because I’ve been here for months and I have no indication that Crowley is even attempting to learn anything about my home. “You’ve been shoving me off for ages now, I can’t ask you about it without something else coming up, and I haven’t heard any kind of updates since I’ve gotten here. Please. I just- I just want to know when I’m going to be able to go home!”

There’s a wake of silence after those words. Headmage Crowley’s gaze flicks up past me, to the other teachers in the room. “I,” he says, “can explain.”

I look back. Professor Crewel is gripping his riding crop with both hands. Coach Vargas has his arms folded, impressive muscles tensed. Professor Trein is just glaring, but he’s managed to hone it into a laser beam of concentrated disdain.

“Crowley,” he says in the same tightly calm voice he gets when someone in class really screwed up. “What does she mean by that?”

Headmage Crowley looks at me, as if expecting me to say, ‘ha ha, I was just kidding! I can go home whenever I want!’ I don’t say anything. I just stare back at him. Grim fluffs up, stepping closer to me and resting a paw on my leg.

“Gray,” Professor Crewel says, apparently deciding to ignore Headmage Crowley completely. “Are you being kept here against your will?”

“Um,” I say. “Not really.”

“Not really?” Coach Vargas repeated. He folds his arms tighter and all his muscles flex. I hear Headmage Crowley gulp. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Gray,” Professor Trein says, his voice lower and a little gentler. “We’ll help you. But we need to know what’s going on first.”

Lucius pads closer on Headmage Crowley’s desk and bunts his head against my hand. I pet him absently. Grim scrambles up a second later, sitting pointedly close until I take the hint and start patting him, too. “It’s a long story,” I offer. “And it doesn’t make much sense.”

“Do your best,” Professor Crewel demands. “Both of you.”

I take another glance back at Headmage Crowley. This time, he does speak. The words almost sound cheerful, even though they also sound like they’re being pulled out like teeth. “You’ll recall what I told you about the entrance ceremony? The chaos with the entrance of our resident direbeast?”

“Hey! You should be grateful I shook things up at that boring ceremony!” Grim huffs. I run my hand over his head and he settles back, grousing under his breath.

“I recall. You told us about it when you mentioned bringing two new custodians onto our staff as part-time workers,” Professor Trein says. “I also recall you later deciding to bring them in as ‘special circumstances’ students. While being rather vague on the actual special circumstances.”

Headmage Crowley clears his throat into a gloved fist. “A-hem. Well. Those special circumstances were that Gray was summoned by the Magic Mirror from another world.” He smiles, spreading his arms. “And in my magnanimity, I decided to allow her to stay here.”

The other professors don’t look impressed. Professor Crewel specifically looks pissed. “What do you mean, ‘another world?’”

“It’s called Earth,” I offer, and three stares of impressive intensity switch to me.

“How,” Professor Crewel says, each word gritted out between his teeth, “did you get here?”

“Oh.” I glance at Headmage Crowley, but he’s no help. “I’m not sure. I don’t remember exactly what happened- I just woke up here.”

Headmage Crowley coughs into his fist again. “Ah, it would appear that Gray was summoned in the same manner as the other students, through the Dark Mirror. But as for how the Mirror was able to reach across worlds to summon her from Earth?” He smiled, spreading his gold-taloned hands wide. “No one knows!”

“A child appears at your school from an unknown location, and you have no idea how it happened?” Professor Trein asks. His voice is thunderous. I’ve seen him pissed before- I sit next to three people with an incredible talent for falling asleep in class- but never quite like this. It’s a little scary.

Grim taps one of his paws against my leg and tilts his head to the slightly-ajar door. An escape route. And I know I can’t avoid them forever, but getting out of the way of the rapidly-brewing argument feels like a good idea. At least for now.

I nod at Grim and take a cautious step back. Then another. Then another. And then a very muscular hand clamps down on my shoulder.

Somehow, I forgot Coach Vargas was there.

“Goin’ somewhere?” he asks, and because Vargas has never heard of an inside voice, it draws the attention of the professors and the headmage.

“No,” I mutter. “Not really.” Coach Vargas shoves me back into the direct line of multiple gazes.

“And you haven’t tried to send her back home?” Professor Crewel says, and hey, it’s not like he has to talk about me like I’m not in the room, right?

“I did attempt it,” Headmage Crowley says. “I instructed the Dark Mirror to send her home, but it was unable to locate her world.”

“It could bring her here, but not send her home? That doesn’t make sense,” Professor Trein protests.

“I assure you, it’s just as baffling to me as it is to you. But those are the circumstances,” Headmage Crowley says.

“A child,” Professor Trein says, and his fingers draw long lines down Lucius’ back, “arrives at your school with no parent or guardian, no way to contact them, no way to return her home, no supports- and you enroll her in classes?”

“He wouldn’t let us enroll right away!” Grim complains. “We had to be janitors for the day!”

Coach Vargas is frowning, but Professor Crewel and Professor Trein’s combined gazes are approaching the full power of the sun. Professor Crewel’s pointer snaps across his gloved palm. I have the urge to grab Grim and hide under something, to shield from the inevitable explosion. “You. Made. Her. Work?”

“Ahem,” Headmage Crowley says meekly. “I rather thought you were aware of that…”

“No,” Professor Trein says. “Did you get in contact with the DMP?”

“The what?” I ask. If they’re talking about me, it feels fair that I have some knowledge of what they’re saying.

Professor Crewel’s gaze loses a shred of fire as he looks at me. “Department of Minor Protection.”

“Oh.” That’d be their equivalent of child protective services, I guess. I hadn’t really thought about it before, but it is a little weird Headmage Crowley didn’t report anything about me to them. Aren’t teachers mandated reporters? Maybe not here.

Headmage Crowley seems almost offended by the notion. “Of course I didn’t report her!”

Professor Crewel’s teeth grind. “You are the headmage of one of the most illustrious schools in all of Twisted Wonderland, and a child turns up from another world with no guardian and, I assume, no legal record, and you don’t report her to the department intended to deal with those cases?”

Headmage Crowley folds his arms over his chest. “No.”

“Why not?” Professor Trein asks.

“Because if I had reported her, do you know what would have happened?” Headmage Crowley returns. “She would have been removed from the school and, likely, shuffled into the foster care system. Given that Sage’s Island is a satellite nation of the Land of Dawning, it’s most likely she would have been sent off the island entirely. Away from Night Raven.”

“Perhaps that would have been for the best, all things considered,” Professor Trein says. I wonder if he’s thinking about the overblots.

“No,” Headmage Crowley states. “Whatever force pulled her into this world, it pulled her here. And, short of sending her for study at a magical research facility, there are fewer places in the world that are more thickly soaked in magic or better equipped to examine the magic that could send her home. If the dark mirror is involved, sending her away could be catastrophic for her chances to return.”

“You could explain that to the case workers,” Professor Trein suggests, though his voice is a bit more uncertain.

“I have been running this school for over a hundred years,” Headmage Crowley says. “I have had, in that time, many encounters with the Department of Minor Protection. With multiple government agencies, in fact. Do you think they would listen if I told them?”

There’s a moment of damning silence. Professor Trein lets out a low breath.

“Regardless,” Headmage Crowley continues, “Gray is seventeen. It is unlikely she would be placed into foster care. More likely, given that she is nearly the age of majority, she would be legally emancipated and be sent out into the world with little documentation, less knowledge, and no formal job qualifications.” He puffs up his chest, his voice growing more boisterous. “Which is why, in my magnanimity, I have allowed Gray to stay, tuition-free, at our illustrious school. She has a safe location to stay in and is gaining an education that may one day serve her in finding a career here.” I’m not sure what he’s talking about. It’s an education, yes, at a prestigious school to be sure, but it’s also a magic education. It’s like giving a person with no arms a thorough schooling in brain surgery. Yes, very impressive, but you can’t do the job you’ve been trained for.

“Of course,” Headmage Crowley continues, “hopefully the job will not be necessary, as I will endeavor to have Gray home as soon as possible.”

It’s still not comforting that he’s clearly made plans in case I’m here for a long time. But it also is sort of nice to know that he’s thought this through more than I thought he had. I still don’t trust him, to be clear- he’s still taking advantage of the fact I’m under his thumb to squeeze me for labor. But maybe he’s not as incompetent as I assumed.

Professors Trein and Crewel exchange looks. Coach Vargas furrows his thick brows. “We are supposed to report things like this,” Professor Trein says, but his conviction is much less than it was.

“The headmage has a point,” Professor Crewel shoots back. “Throwing her to the wolves of the government hardly seems like a better solution.”

“Given the circumstances,” Professor Trein argues, and I assume that’s his polite way of saying overblots, “one could argue that the wolves of government would be safer for her.”

“One could, if one enjoyed being wrong,” Professor Crewel snipes back. “Nothing has happened so far, and the pup can clearly handle herself. At least if she stays here, we can keep an eye on her.”

A vein has started to throb in Professor Trein’s head. Professor Crewel’s teeth are starting to grind. I heard from other students that they didn’t get on, but I’ve never seen them fight in person. Even Lucius is puffing himself up into a pom-pom. Grim’s trident tail lashes as his ears flatten back. “Now, now,” Headmage Crowley says in a too-feeble voice. “No need for-”

A taxicab whistle fills the office, so loud it makes my ears ring for a couple seconds after it stops. Everyone turns toward the whistle’s source. Coach Vargas waits until all attention is on him, then lifts his massive shoulders in a shrug. “Ask the kid.”

Professor Trein blinks. “Beg pardon?”

“Ask the kid.” Coach Vargas claps a hand on my shoulder and I nearly collapse under the pressure. “She’s seventeen, yeah? Almost an adult. She can decide for herself.”

The gazes all turn to me. I nearly wilt under the weight of them, the warmth of Grim pressed against my leg bolstering me just enough to stay upright. “Uh. Can I ask- what would happen to me if I did leave?”

Professor Trein speaks. “The standard procedure would involve you being taken into custody by the Department of Minor Protection under the Land of Dawning government. You would be assigned a case worker who would be your guardian until you were either shuffled into the foster system or legally emancipated. Typically, a seventeen-year-old would be legally emancipated, but given your lack of connections and experience in the world, they may decide to foster you regardless.”

The idea of being sent off to unceremoniously live with strangers is… unsettling. Not to mention that if the foster system here works anything like the foster system back home, they might not be very nice people. “I wouldn’t be able to stay at Night Raven College if I got sent into the system?”

“It’s possible,” Professor Trein says, “but unlikely. Your enrollment here is already a special case, but if the Land of Dawning was given guardianship, they would likely unenroll you, even if Crowley gave you permission to stay. If you had magic, that may not be the case, but they would likely see sending a magicless student to an arcane academy to be a waste of time.”

“Which is utterly ridiculous,” Headmage Crowley cut in, pouting like a stepped-on cat. “The education here is beneficial even to non-mages!”

“Be that as it may,” Professor Trein sighs. “You would likely be sent to a more traditional school for non-mages.” His tone is skeptical about whether that would be a bad thing. But I have one more reservation.

“Then what would happen to Grim?” I glance down at the bundle of fuzz who’s still near my leg. He blinks back up at me with his big, blue eyes.

Headmage Crowley lifts a hand to his chin. His golden talons gleam in the candlelight. “Hmm. The two of you are here on a dual enrollment basis. The beast and the beast-tamer. If one of you were to leave…”

“Gray’s my hech-human!” Grim huffs. “Ya can’t send her away!” He scrambles up onto Headmage Crowley’s desk, sending papers skidding beneath his paws and huffs out a small puff of blue flame. “I’m gonna be a great mage and Gray’s gonna be my hench-human!”

“I suppose Grim does have the magic capabilities to stay here on his own,” Headmage Crowley muses, like he doesn’t even hear Grim. “Though whether he has the discipline, well…”

“No one is being sent away,” Professor Crewel tells Grim. “Now get off the desk!” His crop snaps down right next to Grim, who leaps at me in terror. I scramble to catch him and end up holding him upside down.

If I leave, Grim’s going to be alone in Ramshackle. He’s a pain, of course- he’s impulsive, cranky, a bottomless pit, reckless and combative to a ridiculous level. But he’s also earnest, straightforward, loyal, and when I woke up screaming for the third time this week, he offered me a can of tuna, and curled up next to me in bed until I fell asleep again. I don’t want to leave him.

“I want to stay,” I say, setting Grim back on the ground. Right side up, this time. “I- I’m used to it, here. It might-” This part’s harder, because it feels more like a lie. “It might be easier for me to find ways to go home if I’m here. And if I can stay here for the three full years anyway, that might be better…”

Only three years. The fourth year is an internship. I don’t know if I can do any kind of internship.

“I suppose,” Professor Trein says after a moment. “At least for the time being.” He doesn’t look happy about it- neither does Professor Crewel for that matter. But Headmage Crowley does.

“There! Of course, such a promising student can glean the clear superiority of my magnificent plan!” he preens. I suddenly regret agreeing with him. “Now, I believe that settles all of that.” He sounds only too relieved for the discussion to be over.

Professor Trein sighs. “Gray. May I see your phone for a moment?”

I fish it out of my pocket and hand it over. Professor Trein fusses with it for a moment, then hands it back. “My number is in there now. I’ll be checking in with you periodically, and I expect you to reach out if you need anything. Anything at all.”

Professor Crewel huffs and holds out his hand. “Give it to me as well.” I hand my phone over a second time and he gives it back with a new contact. “The pup is in my class after all,” he adds with a sharp look to Professor Trein, who just shrugs it off.

“Now that’s all taken care of,” Headmage Crowley says, “we should be getting back to the meeting. Gray, if you could pick up those surveys…”

I move to put my phone away as I lean over to gather the surveys and a thought occurs to me. “Uh. Hey. Wouldn’t it be easier just to email the surveys to students? You could get them out to a lot more students that way, and it’d be faster.”

Headmage Crowley’s expression freezes on his face. “Ah.” When his smile returns, it’s just a bit too big to be convincing. “Ah, of course! Yes, I knew you were the right person for the job. Of course, in my magnanimity, I will allow you to use electronic mail to send the surveys out! Please have them set up and sent out by tonight.” He ushers Grim and me toward the office door. “I’ll be checking in with you tomorrow on the status!”

The door swings shut with a final, echoing bang. I stare at the ornate surface for a moment. Grim grumbles. “Figures he’d somehow dump more work on us while we’re tryin’ to make things easier for him.”

“Yup,” I agree. “Let’s go to the library. You can work on some homework while I get this survey stuff done.”

Grim whines and complains until I bribe him with some tuna fish, which means his only protests as we head to the library are malcontent grumblings. I hug the surveys to my chest. I didn’t actually ask Headmage Crowley about the thing I’d gone in there for in the first place. How he’s been doing on finding my way home. Context clues suggest the answer is ‘not well.’ And it’s nice that he’s been planning ahead for my time here, but if he has, how confident does that mean he is in finding me a way home? Does he really think I’m going to be here for years and years?

I don’t even know if Headm- if Crowley is working on the way home or not. He’s so evasive when I ask him- does he care at all? Is he trying to avoid disappointing me by pretending not to have done anything when in reality he’s just not finding anything? Because, honestly, I’d rather have bad news than no news. At least then, I’d know he’s trying.

Right now, though… If he can’t find anything, what do I do? I can’t go home. I don’t want to stay here. What do I do?

“Hey, hench-human! Watch where you’re going!” Grim snaps from a few feet to my left. I look over and realize I was half an inch from going face-first into a wall.

“Sorry, Grim. Lost in thought,” I say. Grim huffs, but there’s something mildly affectionate in it.

“Can’t take you anywhere,” he mutters. “Come on! Sooner you get done with that stuff, the sooner I get tuna!”

“You only get tuna when you’re done with your work too!” I call after him, but he’s already sprinting away on all fours. I laugh quietly and push myself into a jog after him.

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