#also drew this instead of studying for my exams

[salmonight]

Fentonic2024 Day 1: Hibernation / Curse

Welp i still hate rendering why am i even bothering with it..

Prompts:

[fadefromthelight]

The wait to see MFG Wataru was too much, I had to draw him myself.

Headcanons below the cut!

I have it on the post, but he's in his early-to-mid 50s here. If he's Keisuke's age he should be in his late 30s in MFG but I'm ignoring canon.

At this point he's retired from rally, but I can't see him ever leaving rally so he's probably become a teacher like Takumi. You will 100 percent still see him out driving on the tracks and stuff, nothing will stop him.

He's wearing a wedding ring and married to Keisuke because I am a keitaru shipper.

[melancholymetropolis]

“Please don’t walk away— Y/N! Please!”

“No, Art! I said no!” My voice bounced off of every wall in the small dressing room and slammed right into Art. His face, once reddened with anger, quickly drained itself of the color and became a stark white. His eyes were wide and his mouth agape. He searched my face with quick glances before dropping his gaze down to my clenched fists. My entire being was shaking and I could feel the tips of my ears grow hot with a rage I hadn’t felt since I was a teenager. A rage that appeared the last time we shared a space together. A rage that drew us apart for the last decade. 

Art Donaldson was a lot of things to everyone. An inspiration. An icon. A loving father. Doting husband to my former childhood best friend. The man that almost ruined my life. 

We were an unstoppable group; Patrick, Art, Tashi and I. Inseparable. It was hard seeing any individual member alone, since we spent every single moment attached at the hip. At least, when Patrick was back from his tour. 

Since the two lovebirds were often “reuniting” when Patrick came back to town. Art and I organically began hanging out together. I’d help him study for his math exams and he’d basically shove me out of my room to eat. He was someone I could call to kill a spider in my shower. I was someone that could fix whatever problem he had with his computer. He was someone I could depend on. . . when Tashi wasn’t in the picture. 

“I will not have this conversation,” I choked as tears burned the corners of my eyes. “Not now, not ever.”

“Listen, I know I fucked up,” he pleaded, taking small steps toward me. “I shouldn’t have acted like that. But I was a kid—.”

“Art, get the fuck out of my face with that bullshit!” I sneered. “You were nineteen years old! Not some sniffling toddler who just learned to walk. You knew what you were do— wait.” I forced myself to stop in mid sentence. “I just said I wouldn’t have this conversation with you. So why the fuck are we still having it?”

“Because I am worried about you!” He argued back. “You disappeared without a fucking trace—” 

“You don’t get to worry about me when you’re the reason why fucking I left!” The words poured out of my mouth before I had a chance to stop them. 

“Y/N. . . ”

“You got what you wanted,” I replied, staring directly into his eyes. “Dozens of trophies, a mansion bigger than your parent’s and Tashi fucking Duncan as your spouse. You should be over the goddamn moon right now. But, instead,  you are berating me about my choice to leave a toxic situation almost a decade ago.” I released a long sigh and shook my head. “What do you want from me, Donaldson?”

“You,” he said in a low voice. “I just want. . . you.”

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I'm baaaaaack!!! With an drabble no one asked for!!!!!!!!!! But I do have a something cooking up that a follower did request.

Stay tuned for that.

Also, how do we feel about angst drabbles? Yay or Nay?

[wandasboy]

A Well-Deserved Break (part 2)

Older!Detective!Agnes x Younger!GN!Reader

Part 1 | Part 2

DO NOT COPY OR PUBLISH MY WORKS. MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY

Summary: It had been a week since your last encounter with Agnes, you couldn’t stop thinking about her no matter how hard you tried.

Tags: Age gap, gn!reader, no use of y/n, pet names, flirting, suggestive themes, sexual content

Word Count: 1200+

A/N: Sorry it took so long! Also, I have never written smut before so bear with me. There will likely only be one more part.

It is finals week, and you have one more exam to study for. You had been hunched over your desk for most of the evening once classes were over and were beginning to feel how stiff your back and neck were. You decided it was time for a break. It’s winter, but you decide a walk would be nice, just to stretch and get your blood pumping. You pulled on the first coat you saw and walked outside. 

About 10 minutes into your walk, you began to curse yourself for leaving the house without gloves or a hat, or even a thicker coat. Being stubborn, you shoved your hands in your pockets and kept going, not wanting to waste your break. As you are shuffling along the sidewalk, you hear a car pull up to a stop next to you.

“Well look who we have here, what are you doing walking around outside this late?” Detective Agnes smirks at you and waves you over. 

You smile and walk closer to the passenger door. “Hi Chief, I’ve been studying for hours and wanted some fresh air.” 

She watched as you rubbed your hands together,  chilled from the cold breeze. “Pretty cold for a walk don’t you think, sweetheart? C’mon, hop in and get warm.” 

Your face is red and wind-burnt and you can’t feel the tips of your fingers. She unlocks the door and you step in. “Thank you,” you mumble while shivering. 

“So smart and yet you’re out here without gloves and a hat?” She clicks her tongue in feign disapproval. She reaches into the back and grabs an extra jacket, throwing it over your lap. 

You pull it up over your arms and around your shoulders. In doing so, you catch a hint of her sandalwood and amber cologne lingering on the collar. You breathe it in, relaxing into the passenger seat. 

She watches you in her peripherals, smiling to herself. Within minutes of pulling away, she gets a text which makes her huff in frustration. 

“Damnit, stupid officers can’t do a single thing on their own.” She turns to look at you, “Sorry baby, I have to stop at the station and fix this. Do you want me to drop you off at your place?”

You can tell she’s peeved by the tone in her voice. Her grip on the wheel had tightened and she had turned back to face the road. 

You had missed her since the last time you saw her. Although you had only been with her for a few minutes, you found yourself longing to spend more time with her. “Can I come with you?” 

Agnes drew a short breath at your question, surprised. She quickly regained her composure, “I don’t see why not.”

~~~

Upon arriving at the station, Agnes opens the door for you, leading you to her office. She sits in her chair to take a call. You watch her from your spot near the door, unsure what to do. You try not to pay too much attention to the way her legs are spread, how her fingers grip the phone, and how every time she raises her voice it sends chills down your spine. 

Instead of standing there awkwardly, you take the opportunity to look around her office. Her chair is pulled away from her desk, so you walk in front of her to look at the items on her desk. She has case files, sticky notes, a framed picture, and a few trinkets scattered on her desk. You pick up a half-solved rubik’s cube and begin to fidget with it. 

Agnes looks up, watching you move in front of her, looking and touching the many items she has on her desk. She continues her conversation (although it is more her yelling at the person on the other end.)

Focused on the rubik’s cube, you barely notice her stand up, grabbing a file in front of you. You feel her breath on your neck and you shiver. Your heart begins to race as her front is almost flush to your back. Getting the file she needed, she sits back down in her chair. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

You turn to watch her, seeing how focused she is (albeit irritated), how she exudes authority and confidence. Gathering courage, you decide to sit on her desk, facing her, while you wait. She suddenly looks up, watching you. Her eyes rake over you and you shrink under her stare. She yells at the guy on the phone then hangs up with a sigh. You look down at her coyly as she sits back, enjoying her view. 

“Such a pretty doll you are.” She smirks, watching how you react to her words. Without thinking, you lick your lips and shift on her desk. She suddenly stands up directly in front of you, quickly taking advantage of the slight spread of your legs, stepping between them. She places both hands on the desk on either side of you, leaning into your space. You gasp, feeling her up against you. She chuckles at your reaction and moves her mouth closer to your neck, whispering. 

“You like this don’t you, sitting here, acting innocent. Such a tease.” She nips at your ear and you let out a small moan and instinctively shift your hips. The action causes your core to brush against her front. 

She takes this opportunity to grab your hips and pull you closer. You yelp at her rough grip, which encourages her to grind you against her. You reach up and put your hands on her shoulders to stabilize yourself. “Mm, such pretty sounds.” She presses her lips to your neck, ghosting her lips slowly downward. She licks at your pulse point and you wrap a hand around her neck. She bucks her hips and slides one hand under your shirt. Before she gets further, there is a knock at the door. She pulls away from you and sighs. Someone yells, “goodnight chief” through the door and walks away. 

Agnes looks at her watch and then back up to you. “It’s pretty late, we should get you home.” 

You look at her, visibly frustrated. “But-”

“Another time, baby. C’mon.” She gives you her hand to help you down from her desk. She grabs her coat and takes your hand, leading you out of the station. The drive to your place is silent, the tension evident in the air. You wonder how she knows where you live, but don’t question her. Upon arriving, she turns to look at you. 

“Goodnight, doll,” she says leaning over to kiss your cheek. 

You feel your cheeks turn a dark shade of pink. “Goodnight Detective,” you say with a small smile and get out, turning around to wave once you reach your door. 

Once you get inside, you lean against the door, letting out a deep breath. You close your eyes and try to stop your mind from racing. You decide to take a shower, hoping it will ease the butterflies in your stomach. After showering, you get in bed, knowing you’d be unable to focus on studying at this point. Lying in bed, your mind wanders, remembering the feeling of Agnes’ hands on you, her tongue tracing down your neck. You fall asleep, unable to ease the throb between your thighs.

~~~

Agnes drives back to her place, her mind replaying the events in her office. Upon getting home, she grabs a beer and sits on her couch, trying to distract herself from imagining having you all to herself, no interruptions… 

[cielur5ww]

୨📜୧ ─────・ It's my problem, not yours.

▭ Synopsis﹕ Scaramouche had heard of you, the perfect student... the one who had it all. Though he had never interacted with you, he found you disagreeable. But it seems this time, you'll be getting closer than he'd prefer... so why does he feel this pressure in his chest and the heat rising to his cheeks?

★ ❪CW❫── male!reader!student x Scaramouche, AU modern, small insults, the reader is a perfect student, Scara hates you a little, Scara's POV, Scara being a tsundere

ᶻz ─── n/a﹕I just vomited this idea, ignore me.. Maybe I'll do more parts, MAYBE (I am very procrastinating and lazy). Any spelling mistakes... sorry, I don't want to review it, I'll probably post something new in another 2 months.

Scaramouche sighed, letting out a slight huff as he rolled his eyes to disguise his mild annoyance.

His delicate hands held the exam paper, and though he had thought he did well, he noted the few incorrect marks in his answers (only three), seeing the red number at the top, an 80. The maximum score was 100, and he had hoped to have scored at least an 85 or perhaps a 90, but he wasn't too surprised either. After all, he had only had a few days to study.

He could glance over his shoulder at his neighbor, who had scored a 60. That at least comforted him a bit, knowing there wouldn't be many with a grade as high as his.

His gaze wandered around the room, passing over each of his classmates' heads until he found your hair... The perfect student.

Scaramouche huffed slightly, feeling annoyed, and kept glancing away, gritting his teeth a little. You were the stupid perfect student, the teacher's pet, who probably scored a 100 effortlessly... But his curiosity drew him back to you in the distance, watching as you held the exam paper in your hands for several seconds instead of putting it away and being done. You were reviewing your exam sheet with the textbook open, as if double-checking your own already perfect answers.

However, in the end, it seemed you had left your exam sheet, flipping it over on your desk and closing the book. Your head was slightly tilted, maybe you had made a mistake in one answer... he thought, but still, you were the 100 student, if you got a 95, you still had an excellent grade. He sighed again, looking away to focus on his own affairs.

As he heard the slight squeak of the chair backing up a bit, he looked up once more, and some strands of his indigo hair bothered him a bit. He quickly adjusted his hair and watched as you stood up from your seat, still with your back to him.

"Teacher, may I go to the bathroom?" It was a simple and typical question among students, but this time, it was you who asked. Obviously, the teacher gave you approval, and you quickly left the classroom, blending into the class's murmur. But he saw you. Scaramouche observed you.

He simply didn't pay it much mind, leaning back in his desk and stretching a bit over the table, lost in his thoughts and staring into space.

Now that he thought about it, he had never interacted with you. Well, he had never spoken to you.

Scaramouche remembered the first and last time you had spoken to him, even if it was just a small accident.

It was in the hallway while he was carrying some books to the office (the teacher had forced him). There were quite a few books, and he struggled a bit to carry them, so he couldn't see well as he walked. Accidentally, he bumped the books against your back.

Ugh, just remembering it seemed like a stupid cliché encounter from love stories, like when the girl bumps into the guy and it's love at first sight. He groaned at that thought, but he continued to recall how you had interacted with him.

After the collision, obviously the books fell to the ground, and you immediately apologized (when he was the one at fault), bending down to pick them up and arrange them in a row. He also crouched down, but didn't say anything, just furrowed his brow.

"Do you want me to help you carry this?" You had asked him kindly, your voice disgustingly soft for his taste, but he didn't say anything. He had already recognized you as the proclaimed perfect student, the teacher's pet, and... the number one in school.

He didn't like you, that was his point.

He wanted to refuse, but he also didn't want to carry those books again alone, so reluctantly he just carried half of them in silence, standing up and giving you a silent confirmation without meeting your gaze.

They walked together to the office, maintaining the uncomfortable silence between them. Scaramouche silently appreciated that you didn't unnecessarily try to fill that void. When they arrived, he immediately dropped off the books, giving a small greeting to the secretary to not seem rude, and then walked past you, distancing himself.

He didn't want anything to do with you, and he easily achieved that. He avoided you and kept his distance.

But oh, surprise! He and you shared three classes together: Biology, Arts, and Mathematics. Still, he didn't attempt to get closer or interact with you; it seemed unnecessary to him. He knew nothing about you, apart from being the "perfect" student. He thought you were arrogant, only showing kindness and politeness to maintain your facade of an exemplary student.

Scaramouche probably imagined that every time the teachers praised you or asked the students to follow your example, you were secretly laughing mockingly inside or looking down on others behind your soft and repulsive smile.

Scaramouche hated you.

Did he have reasons? No, but he found you distasteful for some reason.

The sound of the bell snapped him out of his thoughts immediately. Automatically, he began to pack his things into his backpack, and once finished, he stood up and made his way through the people exiting the classroom, navigating through the crowded hallway toward the exit.

It was break time, and he simply didn't want anything to do with the crowd of stupid people around him. So, he walked through the crowded halls, ignoring everyone. After all, he didn't really know anyone.

Scaramouche's feet carried him towards the stairs leading upstairs, until he reached the door that led to the rooftop. Normally, this area was blocked off, and it was forbidden to go out, but he really didn't care.

So, he easily opened the doors, removing the padlock (he had stolen the keys from the counselor's office). He closed the doors behind him so that no one would suspect that someone had been on the rooftop. He tucked the key into the pocket of his blue coat and took out his headphones and phone to listen to music, the only thing that relaxed him.

He walked across the rooftop, staying away from the edge to avoid being seen, but not too much in the center either. He headed towards the benches, which were strangely clean; probably the janitor also cleaned this place. He sat down, put on his headphones, and started playing music.

Gently, he lay back on his back, with his arms behind his head, starting to close his eyes, immersing himself in his own world of music, finding peace in melancholy.

Song by song, Scaramouche began to feel drowsy, sinking into a state of relaxation. However, when he opened his eyes, he found your face disgusting... again.

Why was God punishing him this day?

Automatically, he sat up, removing his headphones at the same time. He looked up and saw you. You had the impeccable school uniform, clean and strangely soft-looking hair, and your eyes were calm and gentle, in perfect harmony with your hair. You were too close for his liking, although technically you weren't invading his personal space, you were still there, practically in front of him, with your hands behind your back and a soft smile that he felt was fake.

"I thought this place was off-limits." You commented calmly, looking at him with those eyes that seemed as serene as water on the surface, yet so deep that they could easily swallow him whole.

He didn't want to answer how the heck he got into this closed-off place... so he simply averted his gaze with indifference, trying to show disinterest. To him, you were just an arrogant idiot, he told himself.

There were seconds of uncomfortable silence for Scaramouche as you continued to observe him with those eyes of yours. He felt uneasy under your gaze. So, he huffed annoyed, looking back at you and furrowing his brow.

"I thought the model student didn't break any rules in school." He declared, looking at you defiantly. He didn't care if you went and talked to a teacher, pointing him out for being on the rooftop, because you were there too. That place was supposed to be off-limits, but there you were, looking at him.

However, you simply smiled, as if it didn't affect you at all if he told a teacher that you had broken a rule. Although, on second thought, they wouldn't believe him, they would believe you because you were the perfect student, the role model. But if Scaramouche were to prove that you had broken a rule, it wouldn't matter because many teachers would probably overlook it due to your reputation as the responsible student with a bright future.

That's why maybe you were smiling so calmly. He clenched his teeth slightly, annoyed by your mere presence.

"I was just checking who was on the rooftop, as there have been incidents of students smoking here or having gatherings that are prohibited without a teacher's authorization." You responded softly, still smiling at him with that fake smile of yours, and you even sounded completely logical.

Your eyes, looking directly at him, made him feel small under your calm and deep gaze, like that of an animal observing its prey. But he wasn't going to let you take control.

"Do you see me smoking?" He responded, looking at you without hesitation, although the slight pressure in his chest increased with every moment you continued to look at him. Then, you gently closed your eyes and then opened them, looking in another direction, probably gazing at the blue sky.

"No, you're not smoking. I was just... 'investigating', I guess you could say." You said softly. Damn, maybe he understood now why they said you were so kind; it was your disgustingly soft tone of voice.

Although he also silently appreciated that you stopped looking at him. The tension in his muscles briefly relaxed, but his mind raced trying to decide how to act now. Respond? Ignore you? Say nothing? Leave? Any option seemed bad to him.

He decided to go for the first option, maybe then you would be satisfied with the conversation and leave him alone, ignoring him and forgetting about him.

"Are you going to tell a teacher, then?" He said, sounding uninterested because it was the truth. He really didn't care if a teacher scolded him for breaking a rule, as his mother wouldn't have time to go to the school and find out. But he continued the conversation, hoping you would leave him alone afterwards, and also so he would know whether or not he would be accused by you.

"Mhmm.." you hummed to yourself. He watched you step back a bit to lean gently against the whitish wall, crossing your arms, and again... looking at him. "Don't worry, Scaramouche, I won't." Damn, how did you know his name?

He remained still, watching your stupid smile that he disliked so much and how your lips pronounced his name. He didn't even know how you knew his name or why you had memorized it. Even though he hadn't told you, still... he looked at you, processing what you had just said, but at least you weren't going to rat him out. Was that a good thing? One could say yes.

"And this sudden kindness?" He immediately recovered, putting one leg up on the bench he was sitting on, bending it enough to lean his elbow on it and look you in the eyes, adopting a casual and unconcerned posture.

Or so he tried to appear, but his brain fried a bit when you called him by his name. He wondered why you had memorized his name, but he would go on with his intention. He wouldn't let himself be dragged down by you; you were just... ridiculous.

He watched in slow motion as you gently closed your eyes, fluttering your eyelashes, and then opened them again, tilting your head slightly... looking at him.

"I just noticed you weren't in class, the bell rang over 5 minutes ago." You commented casually, looking directly at him.

When the hell had the bell rung? He didn't even realize that time had passed too quickly for his liking... and he remembered that he also had classes with you today, and in math class, adding more weight to the situation. He would definitely be scolded, so he immediately stood up with a clear sound.

"Did the bell already ring? Why didn't you tell me, idiot?!" Scaramouche snapped at you, giving you a death glare as he checked the time on his phone. Even though he didn't give a damn about what the teachers thought, the math teacher punished him with too many assignments, which literally gave him a headache.

Scaramouche hurried towards the rooftop door, opening it. But a hand on his arm stopped him just as he was about to step onto the first step down.

"It's okay, Scaramouche. Let's go together, so the teacher won't scold you." You said softly. Now you were disgustingly close, he could feel the soft perfume surrounding you. It wasn't strong or intense, but soft... His brain went blank from your tone of voice and your strange comforting touch for him. After a few seconds, he reacted, stepping down onto the first step and turning around to look at you, pulling his arm away from your grip abruptly.

"Let go of me, idiot," Scaramouche muttered through gritted teeth, looking at you defiantly. But why did he feel like his cheeks were gently warming up? He lowered his gaze and turned, descending the stairs quickly without waiting for you. However, he could hear how you followed suit afterward.

After a few minutes, they were standing in front of the classroom door they had today, with the math teacher. Obviously, upon entering, the teacher was clearly not happy that Scaramouche had arrived late, but his expression immediately changed when he saw you with him.

He asked why you came back from the bathroom with Scaramouche, and in the end, you ended up lying for him, saying that when you returned to the classroom, you saw Scaramouche sleeping, so you woke him up and told him about the class time.

The teacher had no choice but to scold him for not falling asleep outside during class time and next time, threatening him with punishment if he did it again (basically, thanks to you, he wasn't punished this time). Scaramouche simply remained silent, not even thanking you.

He went to his seat, sighing irritably, trying to focus on the class and ignoring the fact that, in the distance, you seemed to have that stupid smile again. Maybe it was one of triumph for having helped him and now he owed you a favor... you were so annoying to him.

Thanks to your stupid pretty face and good reputation, you helped him this time and decided that you wouldn't tell anyone about the guy on the roof. What did you want from him? He doesn't know but he doesn't want to return the favor.

You were just two-faced, surely..

This was their problem, not yours, you're just a stupid busybody.

Bonus:

Scaramouche was there, sitting... trying to concentrate on Math class but really, he didn't understand at all...

"Where the hell did the teacher get that -26?.."

He simply groaned in annoyance in his seat, his gaze wandering over the others' heads, to where you were... and he thought about the roof.

Oh shit, he had forgotten to put the new lock on the doors.

At the next recess, Scaramouche immediately went through the crowd to the roof, to make up for his mistake, but when he went, the doors to the roof were locked... he was a little relieved, but he wondered if the janitor was the one who did it. And then he looked in his pocket for the key but he realized that only his cell phone and headphones were there... the key was not there.

At what point did he lose it?!

In reality, it was you who had stolen Scaramouche's key when you were with him, and when he was going down the stairs you made sure to lock it with the utmost care that it was silent because you knew that Scaramouche might react badly.

Scaramouche in the end deduced that the only culprit was you.

[fushitoru]

i was rewatching bridgerton s2, so this outfit was inspired by that scene where anthony fell into the lake (except idk how to render to make clothes look wet so this is what we got instead 😞)

i was gonna make a few more sketches but lost all my drawing capabilities after completing this one

i also have 3 exams to study for but ended up drawing this instead 🧍🏻‍♀️

OH. MY. GOD.

OMG IM SO OBSESSED WITH THIS....the slutty little ribbon around his neck and his hair being wet with water....WOOF WOOF BARK BARK!!! and his abs ARE SO YUMMY and HIS LIPS LOOKS SAUR KISSABLE. HE JUST LOOKS SOO PRETTYYYYYYY. i love your art style. i feel like printing it and licking it :3

dude im so honored you actually read my work AND drew gojo for it 😭😭 this is sososo pretty and you are sooo talented. I ALSO WISH YOU LUCK WITH YOUR EXAM!!!!!

[nihilistem]

Hey! I read your study tips both posts regarding adhd . (Feel free to ignore )

I am still undiagnosed and I think it's adhd but i do not have the resources nor the environment or support system to do anything about it .I am a high schooler preparing for entrance exams and i really need to like get my shit together and i feel like i have wasted sm time already but i really do want to get better. When i sit to study i just can't focus if I keep my phone in some other room then also i would just sit and stare at my books without accomplishing something. I am trying really but it's feels like my brain is frozen and my body is moving .my brain keep screaming guilty and ashamed but i can't seem to do anything about it.your study post actually i related to a lot because pomodro kind of seems to be working for everyone but me and the you described the exact same things I do

I know this is a lot to ask for please feel free to ignore but how do I stop Letting my emotions take over and study consistently because I only have one chance at the exams

Oh my, first of all I’d like to say that, as cliché as it is, I know exactly how you feel. I was undiagnosed for so long (I was only diagnosed a few months ago) and I didn’t even know that the adhd things I experience on a regular basis wasn’t normal or neurotypical for so long.

first up : I know this is difficult, but please do not say such things about yourself. I’m not gonna get into the whole thing, (cuz I have done a post on that already) but it’s true that the more you drill that bad stuff into your brain, the more it’s gonna stick. We need our brains to be in the best condition possible to study efficiently and saying bad stuff about yourself that isn’t even true is just going to hinder your performance. You got this. I promise you’re not lazy. Your brain just isn’t motivated by the same things others are, but we can work with that simple difference.

I’ll make a separate post on how not to let your emotions take over, but for now …

adhd study tips for those trying to get into the habit.

— by a stem student with adhd.

here’s my first post on adhd study tips.

— don’t put your phone in a different room. Instead, download an app that prevents you from using other apps on your phone.

there’s plenty of apps that do this but the one I prefer is ypt because all its features are completely free and it stops your timer when you exit the app unless you enter ‘allowed app mode.’ I don’t know about you, but if I find that I’m just zoning out on my textbook then I end up stopping my timer and deleting the record because I know I didn’t actually study, and this motivates me to actually get some work done. The timer also gets me motivated to keep going for longer so I have physical proof of my focus time and studies. It will feel good to even have just 1 hour of study time on it, I promise.

— even if you’re not interested in your studies, try your best to find even one thing that interests you.

novelty, challenge and interest are some of the best motivators of the adhd brain, so use it. I know that sparking your curiosity for a subject you hate seems impossible, but hear me out.

ever since I was young, I was exposed to books and I drew everyday. This caused me to become very passionate about the arts, but since I had adhd and didn’t know, I failed all my classes and specifically hated chemistry because it was specifically designed to be everything that I can’t be good at due to my poor memory and the need to memorize a TON of concepts. Then during class one day, I was doing chemistry work with my friends and felt frustrated that they could easily balance equations and work out which compounds were acids or bases purely by its chemical formula. And that’s what sparked me to start reading my textbook to see what the big deal was. How was it possible for one to just know when something is a acid solely from looking at a bunch of letters? This started a chain reaction; I found my answer, and found that the process of finding my answer and learning this new information was fulfilling. So I looked at all the other chemistry topics, and it turns out chemistry was fun. I was supposed to be an art student but now I’m majoring in chemistry and biology, all because of that sense of challenge and curiosity I was given that day.

tdlr; I was bad at chemistry but I’m now majoring in it because I felt challenged by a friend and was curious to know how they could solve chem equations easily.

All it took was a bit of curiosity. It’s a very powerful thing to the adhd brain. And if you use this as a motivator for your studies it might even cause you to hyper-fixate on your work, which means you’ll naturally spend more time studying just to find all the answers you’re now dying to know.

— use the pomodoro timer, but think about the things that you have to do that seems a little impossible to do under 25 minutes.

This fulfills the ‘challenge’ category I mentioned in the previous tip.

Let me explain; I subconsciously started doing this to myself without anyone telling me this and it’s helped me a LOT. Here’s an example;

“This chapter’s too long, it’s impossible to read through everything and understand the key concepts in just twenty five minutes.”

is it, though?

So I was off to the races, genuinely reading through every page and taking note of every single heading or bold or italicized word so I will be able to summarize the entire topic by the time the twenty five minutes is up.

And it doesn’t even matter if you don’t make that twenty five minute mark, because you’ll feel a sense of defeat and try it again with another chapter/topic.

this accomplishes two things; one, the work you’ve been putting off or zoning out on is now probably 20% - 50% completed and now you feel motivated to continue. Two, this method will train you to be faster in learning or studying new material or even just completing work in general, depending on what you’re challenging yourself to do.

— dress up, do your hair, study at a library or cafe you love (and possibly make pretty notes.)

I’ve talked about interest, I’ve talked about challenge, and now I’m gonna talk about novelty.

Do this with purpose! But what do I mean by that?

I’m sure you’ve come across studious girls in media or even people on social media making videos and taking pretty photos of their day out to study. Usually they’re dressed the part and even if they’re not, there’s a certain vibe, aesthetic or aura about them that is just so desirable that it makes you wish you were doing what they were doing. And if you don’t feel this way, find content creators or media that do make you feel this way.

How will this help me? Well, there are actually a few reasons but the first one that comes to mind is that this is also an adhd tip used outside of studying. Combining a task you don’t want to do with a task you’d like to do is a faster and more efficient way of convincing yourself to do long, difficult or even tiring tasks. Another is that doing this would also mean you’ve technically gotten yourself to desire studying, something more commonly known as romanticizing studying. If you make studying look fun, glamorous or even desirable for yourself then you’re sure to get to the hideous parts of it. Think about being a straight A student, someone who’s always wearing nice clothes with great hair and such a focused work ethic. Once you desire to be that person and you dress like that person, you’ll start to do the things that person will do.

— use the pomodoro timer but set it to even shorter bursts instead. (e.g. 15 minutes work, 5 minutes break.)

Or hell, on my worst days I set it to 5 minutes work, 5 minutes break.

The whole point of this exercise is to just start, because that’s arguably the hardest part about studying, you can’t get yourself to actually start or to actually focus. So promise yourself a five minute break after a very short amount of time of reading.

— skip straight to the questions of a topic, try to do them and identify the information you need to get the answer right.

For example, I came across a bio question that was rather simple but I didn’t know the answer to because I haven’t revised the topic for a while, and the question was, what is needed in the body for anaerobic respiration to take place? And the answer was simple, but I didn’t know because again, I didn’t study the material before answering the paper.

one’s brain can have the habit of being complacent especially when you don’t wanna do work, so diving head first into the questions and realizing that you don’t know jack shit would be a good wake up call for you and your brain—and this can connect to the second point that I made because you might find that you’d be eager to get the answer right all on your own, and become curious as to what the answer is.

important to remember …

erase everything bad that you were told or led to believe about studying. I promise that if you look for ways to make it engaging for you and form a habit, studying can be something you don’t dread or worry about everyday. You are capable. This is the start of your journey. Yes, the question of ‘what if I get distracted again’ will always be there but think about what could happen if today is the first day you’re not distracted. If you don’t at least try to start now, you will have zero chance of being able to actually focus and study. But if you try, the worst that will happen is that you tried. If you keep trying, it will happen. I promise.

If you need any more tips regarding adhd, (or being undiagnosed,) please do let me know. I’ll do my best to help.

[zinya]

How brothers would react to an MC with bad grades ?

Because we've all had bad grades one day and we all deserve to be comforted.

Lucifer:

Being one of the students in the exchange program he will look at your grades very closely , he may even be aware of your grade before you do.

If it's just one bad grade he will lecture you and probably ban you from certain activities so that you work more (You can say goodbye to video game nights with Levi)

If it's several bad grades he will start asking you questions about what you don't understand and will give you lessons.

Of course, if it's grades that start to weigh on your morale, once your homework is finished, you're welcome to his room to relax.

"I believe in you, don't be discouraged, my love"

Mammon

welcome to the club

If it's a bad grade in math don't worry, The Great Mammon can help you.

Don't be discouraged human, he also has bad grades and lives very well

If he sees that you are depressed because of your grades he will suggest that you go out somewhere with him to take your mind off things. Do you prefer to go shopping or maybe go party somewhere?

If you don't want to go out then he will take you into his room and watch a movie in his arms while he comforts you and cuddle with you

Leviathan

I am convinced that he will show you anime with heroes at school to remotivate you "Hey I have a new anime called "I have bad grades and then everything changed the day I made friends"

If you don't want to, you can always watch TSL with him

But don't get me wrong he will encourage you to work too but he will come get you to take a break if it's been a long time

I don't know if devildom has computer science, but in any case if it's this subject that you're struggling with, he can help you.

Satan

Literally become your personal teacher after all, all his knowledge is yours.

Will lend you textbooks and workbooks

He will always encourage you to do your best

Like mammon he will also offer to go out and clear your mind: Do you want to buy new books? Go drink something at the cat cafe? Maybe the park?

Will read books to you or recite lessons at night in his room when you sleep together

Asmodeus

Positive affirmations

Are you discouraged? Has your self-confidence taken a hit? Spend 10 minutes with him and none of this will happen

"Honey don't cry your pretty skin and your beautiful eyes will suffer "

Will ask you to go shopping with him and you will receive 2 or 3 gifts so he can see you smile

He will help you with the charms lessons (TP too perhaps XD)

You will have the right to take a bath in his bathroom with his products to relax

Beelzebub

Will give you food to comfort you

Would like to help you with potions classes but we all know how it will end

Will give you hugs to comfort you and take you to exercise (if you want of course) to clear your mind

If you decide to study more he will come see you like Levi to take breaks and he will often bring you water or snacks

He will cheer you to death like you do during his matches

Maybe give you a kind of lucky charm to bring you luck for the next exams

Belphegor

Cuddle time

Since it concerns you, he will listen to you talk, like Asmo, about what is wrong

Then he will take you to the top of the Attic to sleep and relax with him

When you revise he comes and sleeps in your bed to keep you company

If you can't sleep because of stress you know where his room is , just kidding, he's already next to you in your bed, can't you see him?

(I don't know who drew this but it's so beautiful.) Anyway, I wrote that instead of studying my exam for tomorrow haha 😅🥲

Sorry for the mistakes, English is not my first language and sometimes I don't understand your abbreviations or expressions🤣

Tell me if you want the others

And don't forget that the most important thing is to do all you can and to be proud of yourself.

Have a Good day 💋

[indilaras]

Exam tomorrow so I drew this for myself instead of studying (don't worry i did the bulk of my studying yesterday but also send help i am having trouble concentrating on doing more)

ID: a sketch of Alhaitham from Genshin Impact, genderbent; her hair is done in a bun. She is looking down at the viewer, frowning and saying "Can you stop fucking around." End ID.

[pleasantangelpaper]

To Keep You Warm

so, there’s a lack of Remus Lupin fluff on here, and I need to fix that. So, here is a silly fluff oneshot about him <3 Also this is my first time writing like genuine fanfic so I hope it’s good! (Also ignore if my paragraphs are formatted weird, I wrote this on my phone)

Warnings: none :)

gender neutral! reader, Unspecified House! Reader

“Darling, would you like me to take you back to your dorm? you’re freezing” Remus Lupin whispered as he held y/n’s ice-like hand. The couple had been sitting in a cozy back corner of the Hogwarts library as Remus prepared for his D.A.D.A exam. It was a cold December afternoon as snow fell from the sky like salt from a shaker. Students drew shapes in the frosty windows as they got bored of studying and instead were dreaming of the winter break that would soon start. Remus’s lovely y/n sat by his side with their head rested on his shoulder as they read a muggle book called “Sense and Sensibility”. Remus’s eyes flickered over to his darling as they spoke,

“No, Rem, I’m fine, really, you need to study for your exams.” They spoke as they huddled closer to Remus inhaling the aroma of coffee and chocolate that seemed to swirl about him. Though they spoke with an air of confidence, Remus knew from their shivering that they would much rather be sitting in bed with a hot cup of tea than in the library, but it was a sacrifice they would make to be with him. Remus sighed and closed his book, a puff of dust from the desk below rose into the air. He gently tapped his partner so that he could push his chair out and begin to pack his things.

“Remus, what are you doing? Your exam is tomorrow. You need to study. I’ll be okay,”

He simply continued to put his books away as he grabbed their hand. Throwing his worn messenger bag over his shoulder, he gently pushed in his chair and ushered his partner to do the same. “Love, I already have made excellent marks in that class, but you will surely freeze if we are to stay here any longer.” He said with a tinge of worry and love in his voice. Y/n’s cheeks flushed at his remarks, and they quietly pushed their chair in as well and began to walk by his side. The couple walked through the corridors which were left empty due to the fact that most students were either huddled by the common room fires, or outside enjoying the winter weather. Noticing the guilt on his partner’s face, Remus let out a sigh and glanced at them, “You know I would do anything for you, dove.” “I know you would Mooney, but your grades are important, I don’t want you to fail out of the class you love the most just because I’m cold” Worry filled their voice as they stopped in their tracks. Tears prickled their eyes as they interlocked with Remus’s. He stopped and placed a slow kiss on their cheek. “Darling, I would fail every class if it meant I could keep you warm.” Y/n’s cheeks flushed a bright crimson red as they leant up and kissed Remus. His lips tasted like mocha with a hint of caramel, and warmth fell over the both of them as Remus pulled them closer, wrapping his arms around their waist. As they pulled away, Remus was now the one with flushed cheeks. The shy boy looked down at the ground, his hair flopping over his right eye. Y’n bent down to look into his eyes, and gently took his hand in theirs as they began walking to the Gryffindor commons once more.

The two walked in a comfortable silence together towards the Gryffindor common room, where their friends, James and Sirius, sat, bickering over something silly. “Sirius, you can’t catch a jumping frog in your mouth as it jumps, what if it tries to jump again while it’s in your mount??”

“ Yeah I can! Watch this!”

The boy caught the frog in his mouth and instantly spit it back out at James as it had tried to jump around in his mouth. The two continued their spat, until they noticed their friends’ entrance. “Mooney, why are you two back so early, I thought you were studying for your exam,” Sirius questioned, considering his best friend usually was quite the bookworm. The aforementioned boy simply continued to walk his lover to the grand red couch by the fire, “ y/n was cold,” he bluntly stated. The two other boys simply stared with their mouths agape. Their mooney was really head over heels for this person. James got up and awkwardly dragged a, still shocked, Sirius up to the boys dormitories as he muttered something about leaving the two alone. Y/n had turned a bright shade of fuchsia at the exchange. They laid their head on Remus and stared into the fire and wished that the moment could last forever.

[cyandreamz]

✭ Apollo Justice✭

Today I decided that I will do more full page drawings of AA characters. Unfortunately I don't think I drew a very good Apollo, but in my defence AA is the frist franchise I've hyperfixated over were I've not only cared about the more than one or two male characters but also have had a few of my favourite characters be male! So I'm much more comfortable drawing female characters (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠)

Also I didn't change up his design aside from giving him the brown shoes he has in the AJ: trilogy promotional art instead of black shoes he has in older official art because I like it and it's actually my second fave lawyer suit design (favourite is Diego Armando's suit).

Anyways I've also decided I'll share my hc's for these characters for as long as I do this series :D, because I didn't share hc's for Athena on her post I'll share both Apollo and Athena hc's below, spoilers for AA4-6:

Both Apollo and Athena are trans and both socially transitioned as kids and grew up in trans supportive environments cuz in my mind the AA universe is queer friendly to balance out how dystopian their legal system is.

Apollo has no fashion sense aside from having a surprisingly good eye for men's formal/professional wear. So good in fact that Kristoph wouldn't of hired him if his suit looked bad (cuz he's that petty).

Apollo doesn't see Phoenix as a Dad but does simultaneously see him as a role model (though he'd never admit it) and hate him

he does however see Trucy as a little sister, even before learning she is actually his half sister

Apollo is gay and Athena is lesbian cuz one day I thought "hmmm image if the lawyers were trans and MLM and WLW solidarity?" and than it became a hc :P

I ship Apollo with Klavier and I like to think that Phoenix tries to give Apollo dating advice but Apollo ignores him because his advice is terrible! (Not on purpose, Phoenix is just really bad at relationships but it's works out for him cuz his partners are always just as bad, or somehow even worse at relationships than him)

however unlike Apollo I don't ship Athena with anyone, just don't feel like it lol

Athena met Phoenix in Europe at a park one of the many times Miles had him and Trucy come over to visit, by chance Trucy was doing magic tricks for random people in the park and Athena was one of these people. She was reading a book to study for the bar exam so Phoenix immediately talked to her about law after Trucy's trick.

Athena is fully multilingual (knowing most active European languages) and says non-english words by accident most of time (if she does it on purpose it's always to sound cooler in her opinion).

also I hc Athena as Austic cuz I can >:-)

Widget uses a Voicaloid sound bank, personally I like it imagine it's specifically Oliver because that's funny to me.

Widget also uses a custom OS that Aura Blackquill designed specifically for all the tech she built with Athena's mom.

[ari-lilttleblog]

Instead of studying for exams, I spent almost 5 hours drawing Italy. But it made me feel a little calmer and cozier💜✨

He turned out to be very good. I tried myself in a new style, drew without a lineart. Also for the first time I drew an animal, a kitten. I tried to make it more realistic, but something tells me that there is a very scarce amount of realistic view here. Nevertheless, I am satisfied with the work.

Well, now, about something serious. Tomorrow I have my first exam in my life. I'm very worried and afraid that I won't pass. If I pass with a bad grade, then my certificate will be worse and that's what I'm worried about. Of course, I try not to stress myself too much, but still... I'm scared... Okay, tomorrow I'll tell you how everything went... Maybe I'll be lucky.

Good luck 💜✨

[quibbs126]

So what if Fire Spirit Cookie and Sea Fairy Cookie do have a child? 

Alright, this is Hot Spring Cookie

“Within the scorching land of Dragon’s Valley, there lie a series of hot springs said to be capable of soothing any injury, some even claiming it grants the Cookies who bathe in it special blessings. However, the springs are not uninhabited, and they are home to the lovely yet fickle Hot Spring Cookie. Born of searing heat and the untamed depths, it is unknown who appeared first, the springs or the Cookie, but she deems herself the guardian of them, and she decides who gets to bathe in them through a series of tests. However no two Cookies go through the same tests; some are remarkably easy and others near impossible, the difficulty being determined only by how much she likes the Cookie and her mood of the day, and whether or not she feels like being entertained. However you cannot force your way to the springs, as no mere Cookie can best her power, so it’s best to simply do as she wishes and hope you catch her on a good day!”

“She claims she cannot leave the springs’ surface, but some claim to have seen her near the coast, very far away from where she claims she cannot leave.”

Okay writing that was pretty fun, I think I might do this more

Alright, so design time. I’m gonna be honest, Hot Spring probably isn’t the best name, but I couldn’t think of a better one that still kept her hot spring theme, so that’s the best I got. Maybe if I come up with a better one I’ll change it

But her name’s hot spring because it’s water that’s hot. Simple as that

Hot springs:

So I kind of just drew her on Monday while sitting with my friend at dinner, instead of studying for my political science exam. But whatever, I did fine on that one. I just kind of started drawing, no rough sketch really needed

Truth be told there’s not really much to say on the design front, I sort of just went with the flow for most of it. I know that I added that cape in because her design felt too plain without something else. It’s supposed to be connected to her dress or something but I didn’t really figure out how, or how it really works at all. I made it red and orange because I wanted to reference the orange streaks, and also Fire Spirit, so that’s what I went with

I was flirting with her having a darker dough tone, but I couldn’t figure something out that worked with the colors, so Sea Fairy’s tone it is

I think the eyes look too small and a bit off. To be honest I’m blaming that on the lighting of the dining hall, I was having trouble seeing the eyes in the sketch. I may change it later

But yeah, that’s about it really. Her design’s probably a bit plain but eh, so are Sea Fairy’s and Fire Spirit’s (though Hot Spring’s might be too plain). But overall I like her and I hope y’all do too

[wastelandmoony]

Chapter Twenty-Six : Sweet Jane

Summary: In honor of my birthday, here's a short chapter about dr*gs =)

Characters: Remus Lupin/Reader, Sirius Black/Reader (no use of y/n), James Potter, Petter Pettigrew, Regulus Black, Marlene McKinnon, Mary MacDonald, Lily Evans

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI; mild dr*g use

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April 4th, 1976

The pressure of their impending O.W.L.’s was threatening to crush her. Lily and Remus felt it too, and the three of them had begun to spend most of their free time in the library revising, and once Spring reared its mild head, they moved the group outside to at least receive some small amount of fresh air and vitamin D. As the weeks drew closer to the start of examinations, some of the others began to join them, Mary was the first, followed quickly by James once he realized Lily was involved. Sirius showed up now and then, but he couldn’t be arsed to study in the slightest, and usually ending up complaining or goofing off until he had convinced the rest of them to wrap it up for the time being. 

Today was one of those days.

Her and Remus had spent the entire morning on the second floor of the library, quizzing each other on charms. Sirius, looking for James, had found them and decided (through her convincing) that he should probably study just a little bit. 

It lasted 20 minutes until he was leaning back in the chair and charming paper airplanes to dive-bomb students on the lower level. 

“Sirius,” she tried to sound as nice as possible, though at the moment she could throttle him.

“Yes, Yellowjacket,” he gave her the most innocent eyes, the picture of grace and decorum, as she heard another muffled “ouch!” from the floor below.

“You should really be focusing on your O.W.L.s, they’re important.”

He rolled his eyes, “I know, you’ve both made that abundantly clear. Besides, exams aren’t until June, I’ve got plenty of time to revise.”

She was too tired to argue with him, knowing that it was going to fall on deaf ears anyway, and instead went back to her notes. 

After a few minutes of Sirius drumming against the table, he leaned forward and tapped Remus with his foot.

“Mooooooony,” he sang, “I think you’ve studied enough, let’s find Prongs and swing by the greenhouses—“

“The greenhouses? For what?” She raised an eyebrow at him. Sirius hated Herbology, and he had always been very vocal about it.

He crouched lower towards the table, as if about to convey some big secret.

“I’m surprised you don’t know,” he whispered smugly, “Rumor has it, Richie Abbott’s been growing and selling muggle marijuana out of Greenhouse 3.”

“Richie Abbott?” Her jaw dropped, “Prefect, Richie Abbott?”

Sirius leaned back in his chair again, arms folded behind his head, “The very same.”

“And who did you hear this rumor from?”

He tipped the chair back on two legs, the old wood groaning slightly, “Some moody half-blood with a lunar affinity.”

Her head snapped to Remus, who was presently attempting to hide behind a textbook.

“Remus Lupin!” She hissed. He looked at her sheepishly from over the pages.

“Have you been buying drugs from my house Prefect?”

He cleared his throat uncomfortably, “I may have been…partaking in the horticultural excellence that is Hufflepuff House…”

“Do not play that game with me,” she closed the book on the table and began packing up her bag.

Remus grabbed his books and parchment, “Oh come on, don’t be upset! I just…needed to relax—it helps.”

Throwing the strap of her book bag over a shoulder, she turned to give him an incredulous look, “I’m not upset.”

“Could’ve fooled me…” Sirius grumbled.

“I’m annoyed that you didn’t ask me,” she said pointedly, watching as both of their faces slackened, “I know multiple housemates that grow, and I also know for a fact that Richie Abbott is a scheming arsehole and definitely overcharging you.” 

The two boys stared at her in disbelief, and before either could speak, she turned and strode down the shelves and left the library. 

She didn’t get far until they caught up, jogging up beside her outside the Artithmancy classroom. 

“We’re sorry—“ Remus breathed as she continued to walk through the crowds of students.

“You just want me to help you get better weed,” she squeezed in-between two groups of Ravenclaw third years.

“Of course we do!” Sirius threw his arms out, and Remus gave him a glare that said please shut the fuck up, “…but we’re also really sorry.”

She hummed as they rounded the Central Hall stairs, where she saw a familiar red head speaking to someone off to the side of the corridor. 

“Hey Lils,” she stopped beside her friend, happy for the distraction from the two morons trailing after her like needy puppies.

“Oh…hey!” Lily seemed nervous, and when the realization of who she was talking with sunk in, it all made sense.

Severus was sneering at them, eyes dragging to Remus and Sirius behind her.

“Oh Lily,” he patronized, “I’ll never understand why you still surround yourself with this…ilk.”

“Sev please,” Lily whispered, “they’re my friends.”

“Speak up Lils,” Sirius moved beside her, eyes narrowed at the Slytherin, “I don’t think Snivellus can hear you behind that layer of grease coating his head.”

Severus took half a step forward, “Watch yourself, blood traitor.”

Sirius didn’t back down, instead opening his mouth to retort.

“—Enough,” she grabbed his elbow and began to steer him towards the door at the end of the corridor.

“Always good to see you, Sirius. I’ll be sure to pass along your best to your family,” Severus called after them.

Sirius whirled around, breaking her grip, but Remus was there in an instant, pushing his friend around and through the door at the end of the hall. 

Outside in the courtyard, Sirius growled in frustration.

“What a fuckin’ slimy—“

“Don’t let him get to you, he’s just a pathetic little weasel,” she slipped her arm back through his again, steering him towards the glass building across the yard.

“Where are you headed?” Remus asked from behind, still wary of letting Sirius out of his sight.

She turned to glance at him from her peripheral, “The greenhouses.”

Sirius looked at her with raised brows, “I thought you were mad at us?”

“Oh I still am,” she smiled sweetly, “and the only thing that will fix it is to watch you two idiots buy overpriced dirt weed from a pompous pretty boy—” 

From behind, she heard Remus let out a low laugh. 

A smile grew slowly on her face, “—and if you’re nice, maybe I’ll share my top secret Hufflepuff contacts with you.”

Sirius grumbled something that sounded an awful lot like evil woman, making her grin wider.

[sakuraimagination]

Since Welcome Home has been taking over my mind this past weeks I want to show here some of the little things I have done so far relating to it (its not much because uni and life :,<) but anyway...

On Monday I did this doodles in one of my classes :0] (I love my group studying animation is so cool we always end up drawing random characters and things in the boards WISNKWJS) me and another classmate drew all the WH cast including Home but I'm only putting here the ones I did :>. This was my first time drawing them btw so it might not be so good JWNDS.

I did this dumb animation in an exam I had on Tuesday, it's not really good or what I wanted because the program was being a meanie but I tried, it's supposed to be Wally, Barnaby and Sally. (I also did Julie but the program decided to be even worst when I was trying to animate her so I gave up)

Lastly I did this silly little sticker to give to some of my classmates that like WH as a happy break gift I guess (since tomorrow is my last day of this trimester( [I also did another version with me instead of wally for the classmates that don't like or know WH owo)

That's all for now but I hope I get to do some actual fanart once i have more time :]

[theteltales]

Fly Back To Me

A Liz and the Blue Bird One-shot

Nozomi

Around and around, Mizore's hands deftly wrapped the string along one end of the new reed she was fashioning. With only a few days left until the holiday recital, she would have just enough time to make sure this one was complete. Not to mention the others her bandmates had asked her to make. Of course, the work also helped calm her mind. To soothe both the anxiety of playing in front of all those people and distract herself from other, more personal matters. A moment later, that quiet reverie was shattered when her phone began to vibrate on the table, off to the side of the supplies spread out in front of her. 

Mizore paused what she was doing and looked over to check who it was. Upon seeing the name, "Your Favorite Person!" and a picture of Nozomi, a small smile kicked up on her lips and she quickly moved to set aside her project before picking it up. 

"Hello?" Her voice was soft as ever and the tone drew out laughter from the other side. 

"Why does it sound like you're questioning who's calling? Unless you changed my picture and my name.” There was a pause for a few moments and then Nozomi continued. “You didn't, right?"

"No, it's still the same." There was no way she'd do that. Nozomi didn't realize it but she'd managed to select one of Mizore's favorite pictures of her when she'd set it as her contact photo. And well, she  was  her favorite person, after all. 

"Good, the facts must be known to the world. So, how was practice today?"

Now that they had gotten into the thick of it, Mizore rose from the table and began walking around it in circles. "It was good. Everyone is working hard to make sure we're ready." As she meandered, her eyes remained downcast and unfocused.

"That's good to hear. Are you feeling nervous about the solo?" 

The solo. Even though it was a band recital, Mizore had earned herself another moment in the spotlight with her oboe. "A little," she admitted. Not as much as she had at one point or another but still enough to cause her hands to involuntarily tighten at the thought of it. Luckily, she had a secret weapon. "You'll be there, right? To watch?" To support her. Even if it was from the audience now instead of together on stage. She’d preferred it when Nozomi had been up there with her, but she understood that time had passed. Thankfully, now they could stand together in different ways. Ways that were still as satisfying, if not more. 

Mizore waited for an answer but Nozomi's voice came back muffled instead, like the phone was pulled away from her face. "Hey! Yeah. No, I just finished up in the library. Oh…next time, I'm going to stop by the convenience store on the way home. Okay, I'm talking to Mizore. Yes, her! Alright…alright! Bye!"

She was clearly talking to someone else but Mizore couldn't make out what they were saying. It sounded like an invitation to dinner if she had to guess. 

"Hey! Sorry, it was a friend from class."

"That's alright. Dinner out again?"

"Yeah, I need something quick. I really hate finals, no time to cook. Anyway, what were you saying? Did you ask something?"

"You're coming to my recital, right?" This time, there was only silence on the other end of the line. The longer it stretched, the slower Mizore walked and the more her anxiety grew. 

"That's why I wanted to call you. Besides our nightly chat, of course. Professor Hirasawa moved our exam up to the same day..." Nozomi's words trailed off leaving the remainder unsaid. Of course, the meaning could easily be inferred. She was going to miss the recital. 

Mizore finally came to a stop and hung her head lower but kept the phone by her ear while she gathered her thoughts. When they'd discussed going to separate universities, a train ride away didn't seem like a big deal. However, it had proved to be quite the impediment when coupled with how busy the two women were. With Mizore's music and Nozomi's studies, on top of her robust social life, they saw far less of each other than Mizore liked. And she assumed, Nozomi liked. Or hoped, at least. 

"But...you missed the last one too..." Mizore's chest tightened and her free hand began to fidget with the string of the sweatpants she currently wore. 

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, Mizore. I promise I'll make it up to you!"

She wanted to protest, almost wanted to raise her voice but what did it matter? It wasn't like it was Nozomi's fault. Still, she couldn't help but be disappointed. "Okay." 

"Okay. Was the rest of your day alright?"

Mizore did her best to push her feelings aside and enjoy their chat. She spoke about her classes in the morning and what she had for dinner in the evening. However, when she tried to ask Nozomi the same, she hadn't realized she'd run out the clock. 

"Shoot! Hey, I'm at the store and I need to pick out dinner. Then I've  really  got to study now that I have less time. Can I call you back tomorrow?"

Always so little time. "Alright. Have a good dinner and study well." 

"Yes Ma'am! Have a good night’s sleep. Love you!" 

"Love you too." 

The last thing Mizore heard before the call ended was a loud  mwah . Which never failed to bring a soft smile to her lips and cheer her up a little. But not more than hearing those three words. Honestly, sometimes it was still as shocking as that first time on the sidewalk. So much had changed since then, but many others remained the same. It was those lingering things that her mind latched onto at night, keeping her awake and riddled with doubt.

What would life be like in a few more years? She'd be done college for starters. What would that mean for her and Nozomi? What would they do for work? Would they even still be together? That particular thought finally forced her to look up and walk back to her seat in an attempt to block it out. Now that Nozomi had called, she set her phone down and started up a playlist to keep her company while she finished the task at hand. 

--- 

A few days later those nerves were back in full force. This time though, they were due to the performance that was set to begin soon. In the buzz of activity on stage, Mizore didn't even realize someone had stepped next to her.

"Is she coming tonight?" 

Mizore looked up from where she was busy making last-minute adjustments to find Aoi standing by her seat. Mizore didn't make many friends in her new school but the ones she did manage to get close with had been very supportive. Even when she'd spoken to them about her relationship troubles. Well, not troubles per se. Worries was a better way to describe it. 

"No. She can't make it."

Aoi seemed to deflate at the revelation and then did her best to smile through it. "I'm sure she's upset about it, Mizore. I know she’d rather be here watching you than doing anything else."

Mizore nodded but otherwise looked unmoved. Even her normally placid expression appeared strained. She knew Aoi's words to be true but she couldn't shake the nagging feeling in the back of her mind that said otherwise. That said this would be their fate. Missed recitals turning into missed dates. Missed dates into missed calls. That they would drift apart bit by bit over time. “Yeah, you’re right. Thank you.”

Aoi brought up a hand and squeezed her shoulder before sitting down and removing her own instrument to prepare. Over the next few minutes, other students did the same until the doors to the music hall opened and guests and the public were allowed to enter. Despite knowing she wouldn’t find Nozomi in the crowd, Mizore still couldn't help but look at each face that entered. Hoping beyond hope. Gradually, the flow of the crowd slowed to a trickle and then ended right before the doors were finally shut. 

Their conductor came up to the podium then and turned to regard the assembled guests. She thanked them for coming and explained the theme of the night and how it related to the pieces the students would play for them. Mizore's gaze lingered on her for most of the speech but eventually settled back amongst the sea of seats. Not focusing on anything or anyone in particular. However, the sudden opening of the furthest door to the left caught her attention. There, a single woman stepped through and came to a stop behind the back row of seats. She didn't move to sit yet and scanned the faces of those on stage instead until she locked eyes with Mizore. 

"Nozomi..." She came! Mizore leaned forward in her seat and Nozomi raised her hand high to wave. Which only drew more looks from the students on stage. 

"Hey," Aoi leaned toward Mizore and nudged her arm. "Looks like she made it!"

"Yeah," Mizore nodded her head and smiled subtly to herself. "It looked like she did."

"Let's play our best for her, hmm?"

Mizore's smile widened and she gripped her Oboe a little tighter. "Let’s." She followed the word by bringing up a hand and waving back. Whereupon Nozomi finally moved to find a seat. 

She came . Mizore couldn't help but repeat the words over and over in her head like some kind of mantra. Each time caused her heart to lift and fill with joy. How exactly it came to be wasn’t even a question in her mind. All that mattered was that Nozomi came to listen to her play and she would do her best to make it worthy of that effort. As if she would ever do anything less. 

The performance began in earnest soon after and Mizore's solo came and went without issue. Any spare moment she had, her eyes drifting to where Nozomi sat. It was a little too far and too dark to see her expression but Mizore hoped she was enjoying herself. At the conclusion of the show, the students stood to a round of enthusiastic applause and then bowed before starting to gather their things. Of course, one particular guest made a beeline for the stage, practically pushing others out of the way. 

"Mizore!" 

Hearing Nozomi say her name was that final piece of confirmation Mizore needed to know she wasn't imagining things. But it wasn’t a dream, she was here in the flesh...and was holding flowers.  

"You made it," Mizore offered before reaching up and moving some of the more errant hair behind an ear. "I thought you couldn't come?"

"Yeah, about that. I ended up asking the professor if I could take the exam with his morning class instead." Nozomi shrugged but continued with her explanation. "I told him I had an important obligation that I couldn't afford to miss. Seems like he also felt bad for moving it up with such little notice. Either way, he let me!" 

Whatever the reason, Mizore was glad she'd been able to listen. "I'm so happy he agreed," Nozomi continued. "You played beautifully, as always." She paused for a moment and then seemed to remember what was in her hand. When she did, she brought the flowers up and offered them with an outstretched hand. “Oh, and these are for you!”

Mizore reached out and took them before bringing them to her nose. They smelled wonderful and the gesture had her cheeks burning red with embarrassment. Adding to the warmth in her chest from hearing Nozomi describe this as an  important  obligation . “They’re lovely, Nozomi. Thank you.”

“Like a certain girl I know!” Nozomi added with a chuckle, further deepening Mizore’s blush. “We should get them back to your apartment though. We need to get them in some water before they wilt.”

Well, she didn’t need to say it twice. Mizore nodded in agreement and reveled in the thought of getting back home. “Okay, I'll grab my things and we can go.”

“Let me do that, you rest. You earned it.” Nozomi hurried around and picked up the Oboe, music sheets, and an embroidered handkerchief that bore both their initials. A gift following a similar performance last year.

“You don’t have to do that; I can get it.”

“Nonsense. This is the least I can do for my girlfriend after stunning us all with your music.” Once she had everything in hand, Nozomi stepped forward and wrapped an arm around one of Mizore’s before moving off towards the locker room. By this point, she knew where everything in the music hall was and greeted people as the pair passed them. People Mizore barely even knew. It was all very…Nozomi.

Eventually, they managed to make it free of the venue and started the short trip back to the apartment. Of course, Nozomi still clung to Mizore’s arm. As they walked, she recounted her day and the exam that morning but mostly continued with a never-ending stream of compliments. Each one more grandiose than the last.

After they arrived home, Nozomi moved to set everything on the dining room table before heading towards the kitchen. “Are you hungry?”

Mizore did the same and then moved to follow, stopping at the entrance to the tiny area and leaning against the door jam. “I had something at lunch but nothing any closer to the show.”

“Alright then, I’ll make us some dinner. Why don’t you go take a shower in the meantime? Relax a little.”

In all honesty, a shower did sound good right about now but she hated to miss out on any time they could get together. It was so important and already hard to come by. Nozomi must’ve sensed her hesitation because she closed the fridge and moved to where she stood.

“Mizore…I’m here, okay.” When she got close, her arms came up to rest on Mizore’s hips before sliding around to her back. With some purchase, Nozomi pulled her into a close embrace. “And I’ll still be here when you get out of the shower. Even better, I’ll have warm food.”

Mizore could only nod and hug tighter before responding. “I know, it’s just…this is precious time to me. I don’t want to lose that.”

“I know it is. However, unless you plan on kicking me out, we have the whole weekend together.”

“I would never!” Mizore's head jerked up to lock eyes with Nozomi. Who chuckled at the sudden outburst.

“Good.” The hands on Mizore's back slowly released but traveled up to cup either side of her face. “Now, off you go while I cook. The sooner you start, the sooner you’ll be done and then we can spend all night together. Okay?”

“Alright.”

“Alright,” Nozomi followed the word by bringing Mizore’s face to hers so their lips met in a soft kiss. Well, now it was even harder to part! Still, Mizore managed to pull away and leave her to it. A few minutes later she stood underneath the shower head, facing the wall to let the water run through her hair and down over her face. Despite her previous reservations, she wore a pleased expression and at one point brought a hand up to touch her lips. She came back to me. It was no surprise then, that she reemerged not even fifteen minutes later in pajamas that consisted of an oversized t-shirt and a pair of cotton shorts. She wanted to hurry so she could help but found the meal mostly complete after arriving.

When Nozomi noticed her, she smiled and then shook her head gently. “I knew you’d be quick so I didn’t bother with anything fancy.” After arriving in the kitchen, Mizore noted sauteed vegetables off to one side and eggs currently cooking on the stovetop. “Can you do me a favor and plate the rice?”

“Sure.” Mizore moved to a cabinet and removed two plates before bringing them to the rice cooker. She scooped out generous portions onto each and then brought them back to the counter by the stove.

“Thanks!” With everything in place, Nozomi lifted the pan filled with the runny, semi-scrambled eggs and then drizzled them over the rice. She then topped it off with the vegetables and clapped her hands before stretching them out towards her creation. “Viola! I present, college-student-omurice.” This earned her a giggle from Mizore and Nozomi brought her hands down to her hips before looking over longingly. “There it is. That’s the real music to my ears.”

Naturally, Mizore became sheepish following the compliment and moved to get two pairs of chopsticks and a glass of water for each of them. After Nozomi picked up the plates, she followed her to the table and helped set everything out. “How was the train?”

“It was good, especially since I made it on time. You should’ve seen me though, I was running through the station. So, it was probably a good thing I didn’t have any luggage.”

Mizore tried to imagine the scene and ended up bringing her empty hand up to cover her mouth before another laugh escaped her lips. "I bet. Besides, you have everything you need here."

"Yeah, I really do. Don’t I?" Of course, she already kept a few spare things at Mizore’s apartment and the two were close enough in size that they could share clothes. However, that most likely wasn't what she was talking about, was it? Their conversation drifted to lighter topics and stories of happenings since the last time they were together, taking them through dinner and dessert. It was lucky Mizore had selected a rather large piece of chocolate cake with which to drown her sorrows. Of course, she'd happily share it if it meant they never came. 

Once they finished, Nozomi went off to shower while Mizore cleaned up the mess. The tiny apartment didn't come with a dishwasher so she had to do everything by hand, but she didn't mind. It was relaxing, in a way, and the whole time a subtle smile graced her lips. Even something as insignificant as hearing the shower running lifted her spirits because it meant Nozomi was here. However, once her thoughts strayed to her girlfriend  in  the shower, the smile gave way to a more bashful expression and her cheeks turned a light shade of red. Time to scrub harder! It didn't take her long to finish though, so she moved back to the living room and browsed her phone while she waited. She was surprised to hear the shower turn off only a few minutes later since Nozomi usually liked to stay in longer. Another little while and Nozomi emerged from the back in much the same bedtime getup. Albeit with a towel wrapped around her neck. 

Seeing Nozomi enter the room caused Mizore to sit up and open her legs, creating a space between them. Nozomi didn't skip a beat and went to sit in close, most likely anticipating what was to come. It was their normal ritual, after all. Once she was in place, Mizore took the towel up in her hands and began to dry the long, black hair.  

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

When she got to the scalp, her fingers dug in a little deeper, massaging gently as an added bonus. The effort brought out a pleased hum before Nozomi dropped her head back and looked up into her eyes. “Hi,” was as she said in a tone that was almost a whisper.

“Hi.” Mizore's hands came to a stop and then fell away even though she wasn’t finished. 

“I’m feeling worn out after today and I’m sure you are too. Let’s go get in bed, hmm?” Nozomi was right, it had been a long day. Not only had the recital been demanding in its usual way, but Mizore felt like she had been on a roller coaster of emotions as well. It was tiring even if the day had ended in a good place.

“Yes, that sounds nice.”

Nozomi nodded in response and then stood with the towel still on her head before reaching down and taking up Mizore’s hand. “Come on, let’s go.” With a gentle tug, she pulled Mizore to her feet and then led them through the living room and into the back. When they arrived, Nozomi led her to the bed and then turned so Mizore could sit. Subsequently, she left her side momentarily and went to the door to hang up the towel to dry. Once it was in place, she turned and started making her way back. Only to stop a few steps later after noticing the picture on the dresser. “I always love seeing this. Even though I feel like we look younger and younger each time I do.” Nozomi reached out and picked up the frame with one hand before using her other to run over the glass.

“Me too," Mizore agreed. "I can’t believe it’s been almost two years already.” The picture Nozomi held was one of them on their graduation day, holding their diplomas, arms wrapped around one another. It had been a bittersweet day. Knowing the love they shared would continue on, even if they had to be separate for a little while. Or so Mizore hoped.

“Yeah,” Nozomi sighed and then placed it back on the dresser before turning and regarding Mizore where she sat. “We’ll get a new one at this next graduation, right?”

“Oh…yes?”

“Good.” Nozomi sighed and then finally made her way over to the bed where she climbed in without any further preamble. Mizore watched her go but didn’t move herself. Not until Nozomi spread her arms wide and beckoned for her to join. Of course, Mizore needed no further encouragement and practically dove into the waiting embrace.

“Whoa! Someone is eager!”

She was. She was so damn eager she didn’t stop moving until her face lay in the crook of Nozomi’s neck and her arms tightened across her back, pulling them close. She stayed like that for a few moments, silently absorbing everything she could. The warmth of Nozomi’s body. Her smell, even if she used Mizore’s soap and shampoo. Any little detail Mizore could cling to until the next time they could be together.

“Hey, are you okay?” Apparently, this didn’t go unnoticed and Mizore thought she could detect real concern in Nozomi’s voice.

“I…missed you. That’s all.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the train. I was worried you'd be even more disappointed if something happened and I didn’t make it after all.”

Mizore nodded into her shoulder but still didn’t move to separate. “It’s okay, I understand. You’re right, I would’ve been more disappointed if that happened. I’m happy that it didn't, though."

“Me too,” Nozomi replied and then shifted one of her hands up to rest on Mizore’s head. “I can’t wait for this to be done with...”

Mizore sucked in a breath and then finally lifted her head, unsure what exactly Nozomi was getting at. “For what to be done with?” School? Not having to come and see her? Mizore did her best to not let any worry show on her face but the way Nozomi reacted told her she may not have been very successful with that either.

“Of us being apart,” Nozomi’s narrowed her eyes and titled her head as if confused. “We’re going to live together after graduation, right?”

Mizore’s eyes opened wide and she instantly forgot anything other assumptions that plagued her mind. “What? You want to live together?” Her eyes searched Mizore’s, shifting between them, looking for any hint this was some kind of joke or she’d misunderstood.

“Well, yeah! I mean…don’t you? I thought that was always the plan…” 

“Yes, I do!” Mizore let herself fall atop Nozomi again, wrapping her up in another hug.

“Okay, okay. It’s settled,” Nozomi laughed and dropped her arm to join its twin around Mizore, hugging back fiercely. Their soft laughter filled the room but once it died down, Mizore breathed deeply and then let it ease out.

“I was worried that we would grow apart. That by the time we finished school, we wouldn’t be together anymore…”

“What!? No way! Where did you get that idea?”

“Well, we’ve been seeing each other less and less as time went on and I thought it was becoming too hard.” Not that it was solely Nozomi’s fault, either. There had been plenty of times Mizore had cancelled plans too. Usually after finding out about last-minute changes with a practice or performance. It was all so frustrating.

“Ah. I guess missing your last recital, and then planning to miss this one, wasn’t exactly helping that. Was it?”

“No…”

Nozomi took in a deep breath that raised Mizore’s head slightly where it lay on her chest. She subsequently felt Nozomi’s nose pressed into her scalp right before her lips planted a quick kiss on the crown of her head. “I’m sorry. I really am. I’ll be better, I promise. In making time for us and, you know, actually talking about plans.”

The declaration caused Mizore to look up and match her gaze. “I’m sorry, too. I should’ve said something sooner.” 

Nozomi smiled warmly and then nodded before squeezing her arms where they lay across Mizore’s back. "I guess that’s just something we’ll have to continue working on because I'm not going anywhere, okay? I love you, Mizore. I meant it when I told you that first time and I mean it now." 

"I love you too. So much...” 

Nozomi hummed her contentment and then let her head fall back into the pillows, a wide smile on her face. Only for her to look back up a moment later. “So...where should we live!?"