#can you just imagine the faculty shenanigans

[seiwas]

sometimes i think abt a universe where suguru is a teacher too and i get sad

[remedyturtles]

dw x 2al ficlet

for @intotheelliwoods here ya go...

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“Did you make a tree?”

Sprout turned towards the sound of Poptart’s voice, finding the little guy staring upwards. He followed his sightline and found, instead of his cozy expected mindscape, a bigass tree in the middle of everything. The branches extended out with reaching arms, cross-cutting a map of sparkling stars and a rough root system underneath his feet. 

“I did not make a tree.” Sprout replied, approaching fearlessly to press his flesh fingers against the thick trunk. “This is new.” 

A little push did not make it vanish. It stayed firm, solidly rooted into the ephemeral soil. He had a moment of mystified confusion, turning back to look at Poptart. 

“Huh.” Sprout said, unsure. 

“Don’t say it like that.” Poptart complained, striding over to give the trunk a poke as well. “You’re gonna make me think something’s wrong. You told me this place was cool.”

“It is cool. I just think that’s not where we are right now.” Sprout said, uncertain. 

“Hands off the merchandise, dude, that tickles.”

Sprout removed his hand in surprise, turning towards the familiar voice – familiar as his own, which was not a new experience, but still. Another Leo?

About the same age as Poptart, missing arm and all, hand on his hip and giving the two a very unimpressed look. 

“Woah!” Poptart said. “You didn’t tell me there was another one of us!”

“I have had enough multi-verse shenanigans.” Leo sighed. “I had a ghostly one of us here earlier. What are you? Me and Sensei in a funhouse mirror or something?”

“Multi-verse.” Sprout said, enlightened. “That makes more sense. Why does your mindscape have a tree in it?”

“That’s Sensei.” Leo pointed at the tree. “He’s trying a new foundation, really brings out his eyes.”

“Smartass.” Another joined their little group, stepping behind Leo and putting a huge hand on his shoulder, to which the smaller Leo threw an easy grin up at him.

Sprout’s heart skipped a beat, breath stolen directly from his throat. The new Leo was… he was… 

Unmistakably from the future, that same ‘big’-ness, missing arm and tired eyes. But when he looked at Sprout and Poptart, he smiled, and … 

Fuck, it hurt. Sprout took a step back, off balance, staring with wide eyes. 

“Woah.” Poptart caught his arm, looking up with a flicker of worry. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” Sprout rasped, immediate, not wanting the littler turtle to worry, shaking his head and trying to shake off the fog of grief that soaked his mind and fumbled all his faculties. “I’m fine, it’s fine.”

Poptart glanced back over at the two mirror’ed Leo’s, visibly thinking, and asked hesitantly, “Are you Big Leo?”

The undeniably bigger turtle snorted. “Is that a nice way of calling me old? Leo usually goes with oyaji for that. Otherwise I go by Sensei.”

“That’s because you are old.” Leo chimed in, obnoxious. “Is your guy okay? He looks pale as hell.”

“I’m fine.” Sprout repeated louder, for the room to hear, catching exactly how unconvincing it sounded. “I just… Sorry. You reminded me of someone.”

“I am a one of a kind.” Sensei laughed, squeezing Leo’s shoulder and stepping around him to approach the two by the tree.

“There’s four of you here, actually.” Poptart said, helpfully. 

“Aren’t you just a joy.” Sensei stopped directly in front of Poptart, dropping to a crouch to see him better and offering a smile with crinkled eyes. “I can tell you’re taking very good care of your Leo. Good job, kid.”

“Thank you!” Poptart said, beaming. 

Sprout, meanwhile, had a rock jammed in his throat and it was prickling his eyes. He wasn’t sure what was more overwhelming – seeing someone that looked like Big Leo again, or imagining that it would be the words he’d say if he was there. He’d never know. But in this moment, he could pretend. 

Then Sensei glanced up at Sprout from his crouch. “How’d you get here? You’re not my age, yet you’ve managed to get your own little Leo.”

“It’s complicated.” Sprout said, glad his voice didn’t sound as wrecked as his mind was. That fabricated control. He tried to tuck his shaking hand behind his back but Poptart caught it, holding tight.

“I bet it is.” Sensei’s tone was nothing but fond and it could seriously stop hurting so much any damn second now. The rock tore up his throat and left no capability of reply.

“Come on, leave him alone.” Leo came up from behind and dragged on Sensei’s bigger arm. “How many times have I told you to stop poking people in sore spots? Look at the poor dude.”

“Sorry.” Sensei’s smile went wry, and allowed his little Leo to pull him back a few paces. “Welcome to our humble abode. This tree is a representation of my being rooted in Leo’s mind or something, you know how it is when Barry talks, it’s all blah blah blah whatever.”

“Rooted?” Poptart poked the intertwined roots with his foot and the two Leo’s in front of them shivered in perfect unison. 

“Careful.” Sprout squeezed Poptart’s hand, clearing his throat and struggling through this situation as best he could. “It tickles, they said.”

“That’s fun.” Poptart laughed, but at least didn’t kick the roots again. “But what do you mean, rooted?” 

“He’s actually dead.” Leo jerked a casual thumb at Sensei. “And his ghost is possessing me. We share a body.”

There was a small, incredulous beat. Sprout felt a wave of hysterical dizziness, and figured. Okay, why not. And maybe a little bit of longing. He was not going to dwell on that, thank you very much. 

“Cool.” Poptart said, a little more awkward. “We don’t have that. We have our own bodies.” 

“Lucky. I hope you bother him as much as you can, then. It never works for me because it just comes back to bite me in the end.” Leo gave a weird laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Oh yeah.” Poptart grinned at him, that faltered a little. “Does that mean you guys can’t hug?”

Sprout glanced at his little Leo, surprised that was the first thing on his mind. Or maybe not that surprised. 

“We can in here.” Leo tucked himself into Sensei’s side thudding his head against the bigger plastron. Sensei automatically squeezed him close. 

“Why don’t you do something other than a tree for your mindscape, then?” Sprout suggested. As pretty as the landscape was, there were so many infinite possibilities. 

“Because my mind is stupid and – ow. Sorry. Labelling. Because we can’t control it?” Leo said, interrupted for a moment in the middle from Sensei smacking his arm gently. 

“That sucks. That’s the best part of the mindscape.” Sprout told him. “Me and – um. We can control ours to show memories and play games, like make a giant Jenga, or whatever.” 

“Dude.” Leo said, full of jealousy. At least that emotion was shared, Sprout watching him hug his bigger Leo close. Once a little Leo, always a little Leo. Sprout wouldn’t trade Poptart for the world, he made him feel strong, but … he missed being small. Feeling small next to his broad protection. Feeling safe.

“We do share memories.” Sensei said, dry. “But more often than not it’s not on purpose. Your mindscape does sound cool, hopefully one day we can be the ones travelling and maybe I can kick your ass at Jenga.”

“Bring it on, old man.” Sprout said, and his voice cracked damningly. 

Something cleared on Sensei’s face. He squished his Leo and said, “Hey, why don’t you go show the new kid around?”

Leo glanced up, a moment of thought, then caved from whatever he saw on Sensei’s face. “Whatever, you two can chat about old people stuff. Come on, obviously-superior-Leo. If we go far enough out you can really see the stars.”

“I’m not that old.” Sprout said, weakly. 

Poptart laughed. He didn’t step away immediately, glancing nervously up at Sprout. It took a moment for Sprout to realize he was doing the same thing the other two had done – silently asking if it was what he wanted. 

“Go play.” Sprout dunked his head affectionately. “I’m fine.”

Poptart batted his hands away with another laugh. “Okay, okay!”

The two little Leo’s left. Sprout couldn’t meet Sensei’s eyes. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Sensei offered, once the sparkling laughter disappeared into the fading pollen-hung air.

“Hell no.” Sprout scoffed, turned away, rubbing the back of his neck. Inexplicably nervous. It was Big Leo. They didn’t have the same history. It wasn’t the same.

The emotion crowding in his throat said it might be nice anyway. 

“Do you want a hug?” Sensei said, because he could read his mind or something. Jerk. 

Sprout didn’t know how to answer. He was polarized in either direction. It wouldn’t be the same. What if it felt like a mockery to his memory? What if – 

“I can hear you thinking from here, kid. Relax.” Sensei said. “Just an offer, if you wanted. No strings.” 

“Not a kid.” Sprout said, rough.

“Not old, not a kid.” Sensei mused. “What an anomaly you are.”

“That’s me.” Sprout couldn’t do this. He still couldn’t even look at him, trying to spot the specks of the little Leo’s across the horizon. He was pretty sure they were hugging, actually. Poptart had been raised on hugs practically, it was as easy as breathing. 

Sprout had raised him on it, so why was it hard for him in this moment? He took a deep breath, refusing to outdone by his kid, and said, “Yeah, okay, come here.”

Sensei approached, and stopped before actually touching him. Sprout was forced to look up and meet his eye, the spots of tears stinging at the precipice of falling. 

“Everything I’ve said just seems to make you more upset.” Sensei said, wondering. 

“Not your fault.” Sprout told him, and it just. Hurt. 

“I don’t know what happened to you, but I know a hurting Leo when I see one.” Sensei opened his arm and slowly and with such intent care tucked Sprout against him. It trembled something weak in his knees, a wash of sudden emotion overwhelming and strong. “And you are doing so, so, so good. Just keep going and you’ll get there. Okay?”

Sprout was too busy choking on tears to reply. He nodded damply against the bigger Leo hugging him. He felt small. He felt safe.

[waythroughtheice]

God fucking damn it. Maybe I should write something. Just to get my brain to stop.

Geo Wily au.

Kelvin comes back to a cult that is not run by his wife (did nobody read his backup plans? They said to introduce the cult to his wife and not drag his son into anything until he was an adult. Why did they? Geo is a child!?!?!) but his son. His son. Who is a superhero. A superhero the world is convinced is a Hikari. Geo. Child. How?

Grampa Wily is laughing.

The Cult refuses to let Kelvin take back over.

Geo was the best leader they had. Geo gave them treats for good behavior! He didn't immediately stop the money laundering schemes (Geo: What's a money laundering?). Geo is the Cult's dad now. (Geo, very tired: I have no idea how we got here and am afraid to ask. All I did was give them stickers and candy for not committing crimes.)

Grandpa Wily refuses to leave Geo. Every time Kelvin takes him he just device hops back to Geo with Omega-Xis's help. Grandpa's favourite.

Kazuma, meanwhile. Is dealing with the dreaded twins. They are. So chaotic. Kazuma kind of wishes he could trade circumstances because at least the Cult can't device hop away from consequences. Please stop getting him banned from locations.

I like to imagine in SF3 all Netnavis became Wizards. Grandpa Wily is free(ish). Granpa has a larger area to encourage children towards evil. Lan and Hub are also commiting crimes. They are breaking and entering to get their boy the best they can. Because it's been 200 years, the laws can't have changed that much, right? They don't even realise. Dr Wily is following the law better than the chaos twins is what I'm saying.

At somepoint the Wily Cult becomes Geo's Cult. Because they adore him. Geo can do no wrong in their eyes. Except working with the cops (generalized). Copper is the exception. They like him. He gives them fun tidbits of info in exchange for not wreaking havoc for a week. (Geo finally asked an adult for help and boy howdy he got it.)

I like to imaging SF2 has a lot of Cult saving lost children shenanigans. Buddicus? No. Bud is kidnapped home before Geo gets there. There are a few memory issues but the familiar environment fixes that quick.

Hope only learns about the Cult when Kelvin asks her how she's been keeping them in check.

Funnily enough, with Geo in charge the Cult grows. Also funny is when he goes back to school half the faculty is made up of cult members. (They were worried about him.)

Pat gets recruited by Geo when he finds out about the dump. Geo's only intentional recruit. (Geo may have tried with Solo. Solo now has a place to go to for help. Solo rarely goes but sometimes he gets sick and just crashes there.)

Grampa Wily approves of this method of world takeover. Kind and just ruler accidentally spreading influence? Sure.

Lan and Hub approve because hey. It's not murder they guess. Kazuma is very tired. But hey. Friendly rivalries are fun.

Kelvin is--so not ready for when he comes back. He expects to find a cult completely under control of his lovely wife, his son safe and sound, and--

What do you mean Geo is the Boss of the Wily Cult.

GRANDPA GET OVER HERE--

Grandpa Wily has had many grandkids over the years and loved them all. He loves Kelvin of course, but.....Kelvin is a goody-two shoes. Geo has sense. Geo is subverting the enemy. Geo is a primo-candidate for world take over.

Geo is his favorite.

Kazuma eventually, in a fit of frustration, introduces the twins to Luna (big mistake), Geo's cult (bigger mistake), and to WAZA (biggest mistake). The Twins recognize Luna as Chad's descendent, grow appalled at her neglectful parents, and call in Protoman.exe for help. But, ah.....all the Netnavis come back, and suddenly all the kids have very watchful NetNavis as as their Wizards. And with the Real Wave technology, they can pop out human sized and interact with the world whenever they like. Is this what parents are like? Weird.

The Twins join Geo's cult for the lols, and quickly become its marketing people. The cult spreads.

The Twins subvert WAZA also for lols, and also for the massive breaches in privacy the police do. This becomes a massive thing a couple years in the future.

Geo eventually becomes World Leader as an adult, because the world loves him. Kazuma is dying in the background. Geo gives him all the paperwork.

[fakeosirian]

long winded story time because this is funny and why not

i went to a small and weird (but still public, just specialized) high school that didn't have a football team, so lots of Typical United States High School Events got kind of...weird in the absence of The Sportsball. in hindsight they could have structured everything around different sports but eh. into the schedule blender it goes

one specific thing that ended up VERY DIFFERENT than the standard version of itself was the "pep band" -- our quarterly pep rallies were small enough to fit inside the (small) gym, so not only was there no space for a proper Marching Band, but not having a football team meant we didn't even have one in the first place. the band kids (as in taking an orchestra or jazz class) would play different sorts of events/assemblies throughout the year instead, but that was far too many people to fit in the gym while the bleachers and most of the floor were filled, and regardless, whatever it was couldn't get in the way of the vaguely-sports-related egg-and-spoon-race bullshit the student government put together to fill ~45 minutes

at some point, a few kids taking band (or kids who just played instruments and were enterprising enough, the lore was unclear) decided they'd nab a drum set from a practice room, find a bassist and a guitarist or two, and recruit a couple brass kids (optional) to stand in the corner of the gym and just...play covers. and they kept doing that informally for years and years (and they probably still are?)

i only hesitate because i used to be in charge of it (as in: through hijinks and shenanigans i inherited it from my ex in my senior year because no one else wanted to) and since it was already a ramshackle operation then, i could easily see it disappearing if the chain of "i know a guy" is broken for only one year

BUT ANYWAY: covers. the setlist was entirely dependent on who was in charge of the band that year, and it wasn't something the SGA/teacher sponsor bothered approving (or at least i never had to get it approved when i was in charge), so you could do pretty much whatever you want. the year before i was in charge, there was an infamous Incident during the student-faculty basketball game where the band played take on me intro riff (ONLY the intro riff) on repeat for the entire 7 minutes. worse, the lead guitarist played it entirely as a series of hammer-ons and pull-offs which, if you know anything about guitar, you can imagine that he had a hard time keeping things consistent once his fingers got tired (which for the record was around minute 3)

when i was in charge, we'd play:

fuck by red vox (specifically when people were filling into the gym)

wipeout (one time the drummer ended up playing the solo 5 times because whatever activity was going on went on FAR longer than we expected. he barely made it)

megalovania (during the student-faculty basketball game because we had to make sure that stayed cursed)

two wuv by tally hall (we didn't have a singer/the lyrics are what make this one so the effect of this one was lost but it was funny To Me privately)

love will tear us apart by joy division (as the "holy shit they're really just playing the same thing over and over" replacement for take on me)

seven nation army (this is one of two traditional songs that was always played. the first was become an alumn wrote it. this one was purely to torment the audience)

love illumination by franz ferdinand (the only song that didn't have some sort of ulterior motive behind it)

macintosh plus 420 (it was 2017)

there were others (some i just can't remember, some we only practiced and never actually went through with at the rally itself) but i think you get the picture

i'm realizing as i write this up that "pep rally designed to sap you of your sanity on purpose" is pretty unhinged and this probably explains a lot about me

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

Does anyone have anything abot actul UA for the two ? ( first year Shinya, 3rd year Best Jenist ) as a friendship or anything, you're telling me that all of

you are about to ignore the 15 years old Edgeshot with his tiny smile and hair thing AND the 18 years old Best Jeanist with his uniform thing and being the one who made handcrafts club ?

I want headcanons

Oh? You want headcanons, I have headcanons~ >:)

I always have headcanons for these two- and I just so happen to have been writing notes for their UA years as you sent this, so here we go~

So, edgeshot and jeanist in their UA years? I got you.

Tsunagu made the handicrafts club, thought that it would be a nice opportunity for aspiring heroes to hone other skills that could be useful for a hero to have - as well as just simply having fun while they can.

He was the club president, yes, but no one seemed to show any interest in the club. Or, when they did, it was simply brushed off as “boring” or a “waste of time”

So he was alone for a while, until a certain lil ninja shows up, looking for the club president saying that he wanted to join. And so a very fun friendship begins~

It starts off awkward, not many words are exchanged between the two, but they both kinda bond over being the “slightly odd, weird fashion sense, most likely quite a loner” type.

After getting to know each other a little more, thats when the fun happens.

Shinya would think ‘this is a respected upperclassman and I’ve heard and seen quite a lot about him, but he seems different to how people say he is. And he has a sense of humour that is so strange but weirdly comforting.’

Tsunagu would think ‘that first year has so much potential. Though most see him as cold and quiet, I think there’s a little glimpse of mayhem and a love for fun in those eyes.’

Tsunagu introduces Shinya to knitting and sewing things together, and Shinya teaches Tsunagu origami!

They make loads of tiny little keychains, plushies, trinkets, and charms together and have fun as they let their collectively odd imaginations run wild and talk about various topics and interests.

Tsunagu even asks Shinya to help him with the club posters, to try and make it more catchier for people to join.

Though, deep down, they were actually happy if it would stay the two of them, because never before had either of them been able to have this much fun with an actual friend before.

When Tsunagu asks Shinya about his ninja theme, Shinya gets worried that he’ll be ridiculed yet again, but! Tsunagu simply shrugs and says that “its good to have a theme to stick to as a hero. You will have a namesake and a style for people to look out for and recognise”

When Tsunagu sheepishly reveals his hero name, Shinya simply laughs and says “it may seem silly now, but when the time comes when that name gets seen as a sign of hope and safety and joy for the people, it’ll become a name that means so much more.”

but.

thats enough of that

we need the silly Shenanigans-

You’re gonna look at these two idiots and tell me that they didn’t get up to trouble? No no.

The two members of the handicraft club, who wind up being popular around school for simply the Strange Shit that they get into.

There’s the time they ran out of supplies, causing them to sneak into the school’s supply closet and then proceed to get stuck in there- only for a faculty member to find them attempting to knit their way out.

Or the time where they got locked in school after dark, because they were busy discussing “latest weird fashion trends of the year” and ranking them- and didn’t notice the time.

This led to them taking the time to explore the school and being found in the morning by one of the teachers. They got in trouble. Again.

Or the multiple times where the handicrafts club turned into various sparring sessions.

Or recovery girl being absolutely sick of the two of them, for the amount of times they showed up, needing medical assistance because of something stupid they did. “It’s only a handicraft club???” “Arts and crafts can be very intense.”

Or maybe even the time that Tsunagu was so determined to make it to the club, that he ran from his internship, scaled the fucking walls and climbed through the classroom window, only to notice he was in the wrong room, and then proceed to jump out of the window, swing like fucking spider-man into the club room window, crash into Shinya and end up giving himself a nosebleed bc the teacher opened the door and he slammed his face into it.

(He’s an idiot)

cue these types of conversations with teachers:

“Hakamata, can you tell me why the desks are upside down?” “..we were....testing how strong the glue was....?” “....get them down.”

“Can you two tell me why there are paper cranes everywhere?” “...we had lots of spare paper?” “...”

“Kamihara, I thought this was a handicraft club- why is Hakamata on fire?” “He’s testing fireproof fabrics for his hero costume!” “oh my god, just put him out-” 

And so on so forth.

That is all I have in me to write down as of now, but I hope these hcs serve you well dear anon.

I have plenty of hcs for these two in UA relating to my personal backstory hcs for them too, so if anyone ever wants to know those I’m happy to write them out :)

[theowlhouseheadcanons]

So what are the Beta's personalities? I don't think there is a guide. All I know is Luz is a Bustard, Amity is pure bred bitch and Willow is S M U G.

Okay, I have two options: do you want the detailed, serious answer or the over-simplified, stupidish answer? Choose wisely.

Painfully detailed:

All we “canonically” know about them, apart from the designs, is their heavier approach to darker, maybe punk/goth vibes - a lead to all the content the fandom produced so far, creating all kinds of creative views about their characters.

If we take a look to Dana´s unrelated artworks, it's a mix of grim bizarrice with mundane and/or wholesome character remarks that makes the odd creations seem… relatable and emphatic, or at least curious enough to make you crook your neck in contemplation. There is also this faint feeling of madness and gloom (with different variations depending on the piece), but they all seem consistent within the big picture.

Overall, they appeal for complexity, and this is where I think the Betas stand - with deep roots on dark humor too. So, after making this boastful analysis of Dana´s art that nobody asked for, let's get to them.

Amity:

As her canon version, she's a character with layers (and masks, depending on the company she might be bearing at the time).

At first impression, she might seems cold and uninterested, with sarcasm being her favorite tool in conversation; Amity makes the effort to keep most people around her at distance to avoid creating unnecessary attachments, so she´ll come off as rude and selfish - but if you hang around enough or prove you have some guts and values, she might take a liking; And once you become friends, you´ll never meet someone more loyal;

She doesn't mind breaking rules – especially her mother's rules – for the sake of entertainment and for helping her friends. She's a fan of pranks and deception, but do not mistake her impetus for recklessness: Amity plays clever to guarantee he reputation remains intact for the right people (leaving the ones who knows her true ways crawling under their skin (enemies) or smirking at her (friends));

She's not one who easily share personal information, reserving her deeper feelings and worries to a scarce number of people;

She won't back down from discussions, and if she feels like something or someone is crossing any lines of her (surprisingly existing) "moral code" she won't leave it alone until she gives a final word on it (besides, she loves the taste of victory, and hate when the ones she cares get hurt in any sense); She fights with words that hit exactly on people's weak spots, but if she's irritated enough she might put her destructive magic to some use (as a threat);

In school, her notes are good (although she can easily make them better if she just puts in the effort) and if the teachers don't insist on pushing some expected behavior towards her, and instead work with her “flexible learning process”, she won't bother. Actually, if she takes interest in the class, she´ll deepen discussions with interesting topics and good criticism, making teachers raise their eyebrows on her competence. But, if for some reason the schoolmaster gets on a tight spot with Amity, she´ll make sure every minute of their class feels a bit closer to hell :)

(One might imagine how polemic Beta Amity must be among the faculty)

When she's not idly hanging with Boscha and the girls, she can be spotted sauntering alone in the corridors, wearing the portrait of Boredom on her face that keeps most people at distance. The only individual that doesn´t appear to be affected by her subtle threatening aurea is Willow: as anything odd and potentially entertaining, Willow conquered Amity´s attention enough to mold a friendship with her. They work pretty well together, with Willow´s centred personality balancing off Amity's fiery behavior. Hanging out with Willow feels both relaxing and exciting, as she never knows what new “job” her friend might be up to - and she's always down to tag along on her quests;

Willow:

Willow is an intriguing kid – and I'm not talking about her dubious choice of fashion or her ability to keep a poker face to everything and everyone while absorbing more details and information than anyone in the room – everyone that knows her agrees with that definition. And everyone knows her; Why? Well...

Her irreducible dedication and unbiased expertise in the bizarre and all sorts of knowledge makes her a handy option for those who need to get some job done and they don't know who else to call. Her almost obsessive curiosity for everything keeps her constantly busy with some experiment, project or investigation;

She displays the minimum respect to people around her and seems genuinely unbothered by social dramas and average teen stuff; Interacting with Willow might feel awkward or incredibly interesting as she has the habit of infodumping and calling attention to random details in the environment (and you'll never know what's going on her mind); ~Her humor is a little morbid too~

She's the kind of person you can hang out alot but if you put some thought on it you'll get shocked how little you know about them – Willow doesn't have a problem with sharing, but she'll only do when requested;

And besides, she rather have the company of plants and herself (a fact she more show than tell), because neither of them will delay her plans or interrupt them with spontaneous cases of *looks down on notes* needing help; (but don't worry, if she's your friend, she will help)

Willow will defy rules only if she knows there won't be bad consequences for her and her "partners in crime" – and she might not share that part with them sometimes so they won't get comfortable enough to mess up;

Luz:

The main common thing between Beta and Canon Luz is their contagious energy and righteous mind: they're always ready to have a good time while being able to help someone; The main difference, I guess, is that Beta Luz has a more flexible moral on methods she might use to do "good";

She never skips the calls for adventure, even the ones that presents potential dangers (which she generally doesn't take note until it's too late) making her a magnet for trouble;

Her friends are so used to her shenanigans that Luz doesn't need more than a look to have them sighing "what have you done this time?"

She's a sporty girl, but also a lover of video games and anime and trying new stuff – which once again, might be a call for danger;

She's friendly but can't help her passive aggressive humor, which can gets sharp depending on her mood; Aggression and offences are a last case resource, unless we're talking about bad guys; She might be down to break rules if it is necessary for doing good, but overall she rather leave law undisturbed; She doesn't mind taking "alternative" ways to achieve her goals, but she draws a line on cheating – and that buys her some heated discussions with Amity;

Luz swears she tries to not get involved in people's business but she never thinks twice before calling people out when they're being unnecessarily bad or rude. Actually, she has the habit of acting before thinking – the main pillar of her troublemaker reputation;

With all that, one might think she's reckless and slow in catching things up – which is not a lie, but that doesn't mean she can't be responsible: she always keep her promises and is committed to following deadlines and conditions – and I'm not sure if this is the place to add, but she's pretty good with children! For Amity's amusement

In sum (simple version):

[ravensnruin]

[office hours @ the crow’s nest]

Clapping his hands together, Henry jumps down from his desk and beams brightly at his student.

“Orrighty, that’s it for today, nya ha! If aaany of you all have questions about next week’s up-and-coming dissection, feel free to swing by the ol’ office later! I promise it’s gonna be tons and tons’a fun, so look forward to it, okay~!”

Which bodes worse, his smile, or his words, and how they’re spoken with such casual jubilance? Hard to say.

“Or, well,” he adds after a moment, “same applies if you have any questions at all... Or even if you just wanna say hi...”

He means all of it though: that they are ever free to stop by for even but a chat, and, of course, also that next week’s shenanigans are going to be Mega Fun Times™ ~

[[ooc: taking a page from @houseofreglay’s book, featuring Open Office Hours with Henry! :D Seems like a fun way to dip my toes back in, so if you want any short interactions, hit me up either by dm or inbox ;3c

some ideas for the helluvit, but you’re by no means limited to the below--

he’s joking about that dissection... isn’t he? ... isn’t he?

got an ache or pain somewhere? he can help with that. (...in a manner of speaking)

do you think you may have been cursed recently? let proffy henry take a look!

have you heard about his awesome possum toenail collection? no? well now you have!

are you looking to collect information on your thesis regarding the monastery’s ... interesting choices in faculty? look no further!

maybe he knows something about all the crows that’ve been showing up lately... they’re making the owls nervous.

paperwork? what’s that??

(*He may be a Black Eagles affiliated prof but I imagine he occasionally gets some classes in with other houses too, so like, anyone’s welcome -- colleagues too...! steeples hands together and cackles softly)

[witchofrvnswood]

L, M, N for the fic ask bc I don't think the last one sent lmao

L: What's the weirdest AU you've ever come up with?

This is high key embarrassing to share but a few years ago i was thinking about what would happen if tedros like got possessed by the snake instead of having the throne immediately usurped and he was slowly starting to act weirder and creepier and people were noticing things were getting strange with him but couldn’t imagine any reason that it would be someone else. idk my mind went wild with the story and i was like what if the snake got agatha pregnant as tedros so he could claim the heir is his if he was ever to get defeated and um.. that’s DISGUSTING i want to bang my head on a rock for ever thinking of that anyway yeah please delete that second part from your memory <3

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you'd care to share?

many oneshots and a few multichapter ideas. i’ve shared almost everything though: 

main and side character reunite at a party one year after otk, shenanigans ensue, mild angst cause, you know, it’s a reunion fic

internet friends fic which at this point probably won’t be written until all six movies come out cause i have no fucking clue how to write it oml but it’s still my baby <3

au where agatha is evil and sophie is good but it mainly focuses on agatha because evil woman hot

the tale of callis and vanessa - my interpretation of it, see into vanessa’s crazy mind (but i won’t make her sympathetic or any of that), callis’ time as a teacher and her relationships with the rest of the faculty, how her and rafal became a thing, etc.

maybe a little short au about my oc, rhiannon who is tedros’ little sister. i made a headcanons post on her a while ago sjsjs

bettophie fic at some point

i want to write about tophie having a kid and sophie dying and tedros remarries agatha but in the eyes of tophie’s kid because i’m angst addict idk

kiko x yara fic in a book 2 au where kiko isn’t crazy and kiko and yara discover they like each other it’s supposed to be really soft and cute, only like five chapters ?

a freaky friday au at some point but idk which characters should switch bodies aaaaa (one of them’s got to be tedros)

end of the fucking world au with tagatha being outcasts and runaways and stuff idk it sounds like it would be fun sjjssks

a nicphie/hestadil/agaster/reatrix one shot at some point because gosh they’re so slept on when they’re such amazing ships

there’s probably more in the back of my head but for now that’s all i can think of lmao

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

hsjsj yeah i wrote this time travel fic a while back where agatha goes into the future but after posting the first chapter i realized i had no plot planned and got excited about the premise of the fic more than the actual fic. i tried to write it after that but i just couldn’t think of anything so i just gave it to my friend to write sjsjj

[princelee-chang]

au where crowley and aziraphale are beloved teachers

aziraphale teaches english/world history/sth academia heavy

he's that One teacher who's genuinely good and warm and highkey don't want to disappoint

constantly helping kids who need it, giving them stuff to do for extra credit bec of the Terrible Education System, leaves encouraging notes on the papers he grades

genuinely loves all his students and says "You're my favorite class!!" every year and truly means it

graduation always has him so Emotional bec he always gets tons of gifts and cards from his students bec they genuinely love him too

also he's 100% that teacher kids trick into talking about his life story burning through lecture time

probably funds the drama club/school paper out of his own pockets and super supportive of every show the school puts on

crowley teaches chemistry/physics/trig/sth hard af

has a rep for being scary & strict, eating kids alive

to the point where even other teachers are kinda wary of him and they're super confused why aziraphale sits with him in the teachers lounge

crowley says he likes it that way

really, he cares and aziraphale teases him about it endlessly otherwise, why'd he put so much effort into his lectures

which are the stuff of legend bec even tho his subject is hard af his students are genuinely excited for his classes

crowley says he'd rather die than be boring or he just wants that teacher of the year award or he teaches with s t y l e it's not his fault the bar's set so low or rest of the faculty are boring or incompetent or-

"yes dearest, whatever you say" is all aziraphale says bec crowley gets almost just as many gifts which speaks for itself

really he's pretty chill

he lets you eat in class, use your phone/listen to music as long as you get stuff done

the Board can't technically stop him from bending rules bec his classes have stellar pass rates

he's extremely proud of his mathletes bec they destroy the competition at decathlons bringing home trophies and medals every year

idk what's better tho:

slow burn where their students and their shenanigans trying to get them to hook up

or everyone finding out they're actually married

also also like can you just imagine these two as chaperones on field trips or at school dances !!

[daybreak-academy-fanfic]

Daybreak Academy: Chapter 21

Case of Invi

Summary: In which Invi goes on a snipe hunt. Word Count: 1,394 First | Previous | Next ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆

Invi was Daybreak Academy's human security system. There were very few things that escaped her constantly watching eye. But there were days, rare ones, where Invi would turn a blind eye and pretend she didn't see or know anything. This would usually happen when Invi wasn't feeling well, or when an event like Aced punching Ira would occur and could blow over in a few days. There were even some holidays that Invi refused to operate at her typical critical eye level, if only to humor the students and faculty.

April Fool's Day was not one of them.

There were to be no jokes, pranks, or flying toilet paper rolls unless Invi agreed to it. Sitting quite prominently on Invi's desk was a list of approved April Fool's shenanigans. The biggest requests were to wear costumes or to dye their friend's hair. Harmless stuff, they were always approved. Ephemer had placed a request to go around with silly string, on the pretense he only use it on his friends. Considering the boy only had a small handful of friends outside the headmasters, Invi approved it. Then there were other generic requests Invi let slide: whoopee cushions, joy buzzers, and x-ray goggles, for example. A firm knock on her door caused Invi to look up. She ignored it at first- anyone who needed her attention could just come on in, after all. But the knocking continued. And continued. And continued.

“You may come in.” Invi said, trying hard not to sound annoyed. But the knocking did not stop. Giving a sigh, Invi started to head toward the door.

When the headmaster opened the door, no one was there.

“Classy...” she grumbled under her breath. As she started to shut her door again, she noticed an envelope attached to her door. Raising an eyebrow, Invi took the envelope and went back into her office. She casually strolled back to her desk as she looked the envelope over. Something was inside of it, but she couldn't get a good feel on what.

Invi reached for her letter opener, then peeled back the glue holding the envelope together. A very undignified noise of surprise came from Invi's lips as glitter exploded from the envelope. She looked down at the mess in distaste. Most of the glitter had landed on her, but a good bit still ended up on the floor. Invi felt really bad for the custodial man when he came around- this glitter was going to take weeks to get rid of, if ever.

The headmaster then looked back inside the envelope. There was a letter stuck inside, trapped in the springs needed to launch the glitter in the air. Carefully, Invi pulled the letter out. It was surprisingly clean for something that had been surrounded in glitter three minutes ago. The message on the letter was written in a simple format with easy to read handwriting;

'There's a snipe on the loose,

Only Headmaster Invi can find it!

But she has to follow our clues

(completely through and through)

Or else the snipe will surely flit!'

A small half smile crossed Invi's lips. She turned the letter over, finding that it continued on the other side, written in a completely different handwriting. This was a bit more curly than the other, with a lot of unnecessary loops and curls at the end of each letter.

'The arts have eyes. But one is very sleepy…'

Invi raised a bemused eyebrow as she set the letter down. So someone wanted her to go on a snipe hunt, huh? Well, she didn't authorize it, but it must have been for some reason. The first clue seemed pretty simple; the only place that held artwork was on the lower areas of the main building. Figuring that she didn't have much else to do, Invi started to make her way out of her office- leaving behind her a small cloud of glitter.

“Urg, I hate glitter.”

. . .

For a moment, Invi didn't know whether to laugh or just continue to stare. Someone had placed googly eyes on every student artwork on display. It didn't matter what it was, if it was in the open, there were googly eyes attached to it. Invi moved a bit closer to one of the paintings on display and realized that the eyes were put on with poster putty. So obviously this snipe hunt wasn't being organized by the Ursus or Leopardus houses; those students wouldn't have wasted an opportunity at mild, and possibly permanent, vandalism.

Invi continued to look along the rows of googly eyed artwork. She only stopped when she realized that one painting had a different set of eyes than the others; this one had a pair with painted on half-lidded eyes. Figuring this was the place of the next clue, Invi took a careful step forward to remove the painting from the wall. Sure enough, there was a small note on the back, so she took it off then placed the painting back on the wall. This clue was written in a small chicken scratch;

'TP belongs in the water. But is it flowing today?'

The Anguis headmaster moved her head from side to side as she thought the clue over. TP surely stood for toilet paper, right? But having it in water that flows? The only 'flowing water' on campus was the water fountain in the plaza right inside the school gates. By the way the clue was worded, it almost sounded like someone was trying to clog the...

Invi's eyes grew wide in terror.

No way. There was no way anyone would do that. For the love of the Nine Old Men, please tell her someone didn't do it! Invi quickly turned on her heel and ran as fast as her feet could take her. She prayed to anyone listening -the Nine Old Men, Ub Iwerks, Mary Blair, anyone!- that someone didn't try to clog the school's fountain as a prank.

When she finally saw the fountain, Invi was so relieved that she almost cried. There was toilet paper decorating the fountain, but all the water had been drained in advance. Sitting there quite innocently on the fountain's edge was the next clue. As Invi tried to calm herself, she then deduced that this hunt wasn't from the Unicornis or Vulpes houses either. The students in Vulpes were too kind hearted to TP something as important as the school's fountain, and the students in Unicornis were too dignified to use anything but party streamers.

The next note had the most atrocious handwriting so far- looking like it was done quickly and without any thought of being legible;

'The snipe is at the dorms. But I hear he's hungry.'

That was… awfully blunt, to say the least. Which ever student decided to write this note didn't seem to have much of an imagination. The note wasn't very specific on which dorms she were to go to, but by now she had a good inkling on which house it was. Invi gave a small grunt as she started to head toward the Anguis dorms.

Invi walked up to the Anguis dorms as if she were about to reprimand someone. In between the dorms, there were a few students operating a pie stand. When they saw her, they waved at Invi. Invi kept a straight face as she headed toward them.

“So,” Invi casually said to the three students waiting for her, “Where's this snipe I was meant to find?”

“Right here!” one student from behind her cheerfully declared. Invi turned around to face this student, and instead was smacked in the face with a cream filled pie. The four students then erupted into a loud laughter at the same time Invi gave a sharp gasp in surprise. When the headmaster didn't come out of her shock, the Anguis students stopped laughing to look at her in fear.

“H-headmaster Invi?” one of them cautiously asked. “Are you alright? It was just a little prank...”

Invi turned to the student who had talked before her eyes trailed down to one of the extra pies. Tilting her head, Invi picked up the pie and looked back at the student. To their surprise, Invi smashed the pie into the student's face.

Her smile was only half visible when she told them, “Now we're even.”

[rosecolouredash]

Swan Song ; Hockey!Calum

Summary: This is not a, this is not a...

Warnings: All the softness and...a wee bit of angst.

Notes: Hello! It’s your girl, Ro. I know, it’s been a while. My promotion at work has kept me busy but it was nice to get back into some writing. I answered an ask that included what I’ve been working on lately including this sweet lil number (which I changed to be x childhoodfriend!reader.) Keep your eyes peeled for more (I promised Eve that figureskater!reader is next so) Love y’all 💖

I have a surprise for you

You followed your classmates out of your faculty building, head bent as you overlooked your cell phone; ‘Ashton’ written at the top of the text message. You contemplated what he was talking about, while making your way off campus.

Since it was the first week back after the winter holiday, your pace was brisk.

Even in a thick material coat, your body yearned for the warm interior of your apartment.

You were walking so quickly that you didn’t realize that someone was right in front of you; affectively knocking your head into their chest.

After giving a sincere apology, you looked up. The boy in front of you was tall - a mess of dark curls peeking through a knitted hat. He offered you a smile, the kindness of it, reaching his familiar brown eyes.

You let out an audible gasp. “Calum...?”

The boy in question chuckled, as he gently took a hold of your hand to pull you out of the throng of students moving around you both.

Secluding yourselves by one of the snow-covered picnic tables available on the quad, Calum kept a soft grip on your hand; his warm touch like a burn to your almost frigid skin.

“What are you doing here?” You finally asked, almost in a daze. You were too scared to even blink, in fear that this wasn’t actually real.

Calum laughed. “It’s nice to see you too,” he replied before taking a step to pull you into a tight hug.

You pressed yourself closer to him and nuzzled your face into his neck; right at the crook of his shoulder. Breathing in his comforting scent, you were reminded of the last time he held you in his arms like this, which was now almost four years ago.

—

There was always the need to get out, growing up in a quaint little town. Calum was one of the lucky ones granted the opportunity when he received a full-ride scholarship for hockey at a university in the big city; earning him his one-way ticket out of town. Unfortunately, that meant leaving everything and everybody behind; you being the most difficult to say goodbye to.

Text messages, phone calls and FaceTimes did nothing to fill the void from missing each other though Calum was thankful that you still had Ashton, Michael and Luke to lean on for support.

The four of you had decided a long time ago that once you all finished your post-secondary education, you’d join Cal in the city.

—

Which is why you couldn’t believe Calum was back in town the semester before graduation.

—

You were soft and warm, Calum noted, as he held you.

You both stood in the same position for what felt like an eternity, just basking in each other’s presence.

Calum finally broke the pleasant silence, pulling away to look you in the face.

“What would you say if I told you I transferred my credits to graduate with my favourite person and our three dumb friends?”

“Hey, I resent that!”

Pulling away completely, you turned around to find said trio. Michael was mid-eye roll, while Luke gave you a boyish grin, both bundled in heavy winter coats. Ashton made his way over and threw an arm over yours and Calum’s shoulders, bringing your faces into his chest; his knitted scarf tickling your cheek.

“Isn’t this great? The gang’s back together!”

You all laughed at his excitement but you couldn’t deny the warm feeling in your chest. Ashton was right. This was great.

One thing still bothered you though.

Breaking from Ash’s grip, while Calum swatted at his best friend, you asked, “as happy as I am that you’re here, Cal, I still don’t get why you’d leave that fancy university to graduate here?”

Both Ashton and Calum paused their shenanigans so the latter could reply, “don’t worry too much about that, my future’s already fixed.”

Contemplating his words, you gasped, the realization hitting you like a freight train. “You got scouted, didn’t you? That’s amazing! Which team? They must good. I mean, they have to be if you want to play for them. Is it everything you‘ve ever wanted?”

Not everything, Calum thought, as he admired your flushed cheeks from the cold.

“Yeah, I guess I was lucky.”

You shook your head at his nonchalant response. “You can’t just say that. Don’t pass off your hard work as just luck.” Sending him a tender smile, you continued. “Take credit for your efforts. It’s all your doing.”

There was a brief pause before his soft, raspy voice filled the chilled air.

“You’re right. It was my doing.”

—

Within the first month that Calum was home, he had easily joined your university’s hockey team. Though, you were all surprised he hadn’t joined as soon as possible. It took a couple of weeks for the boys to convince him that it’d be good to keep in shape before going back to the big city. Not to mention, how nice it’ll be for all of them to play on the same line again.

Thanks to his success abroad, his reputation on the ice was common knowledge throughout your small community, making the decision not so difficult for the coaching staff.

“Hey Hood, there’s someone asking for you.”

Calum looked over at Luke, having just finished practice, the blond shrugging his shoulders at their teammate’s notice. They skated over to the opening in the glass. Luke took long strides, his skates acting like an extension of his body, while Calum took his sweet time.

They found you in the hallway that led to the locker rooms.

You waved at them both, walking over to the point where the carpeted cement floor transformed into ice.

You had just finished classes for the day and thought since the boys were usually done practice at the same time, that you could all grab some food together.

Calum had accepted your invitation, fast, when some of the guys on the team started calling out for him and Luke.

The team was clearing the ice of the pucks and pylons used during drills.

Before Calum could even reply, Luke cried out. “Hey Captain!”

Ashton looked over at you three, from his place on the ice.

“Cal’s got a date, so he can’t help with clean up!”

Calum flushed red. “Luke, what are you—“

You, on the other hand, sputtered at the comment, heat also rising to your cheeks. You tried to state that you had actually invited all the boys out and not just Calum.

Not that you minded if it was just him.

Ashton’s all to serious expression changed into that of glee. Taking off his right hockey glove, he gave you a thumbs up. “You kids have fun!”

“But not too much fun!” Michael quipped, skating to a stop, next to Ash.

“We don’t need little Hoodlums skating circles around us!”

The team broke out in laughter at that, much to yours and Calum’s slight embarrassment.

—

“I can’t wait to get out of this rinky-dink town.”

After grabbing a bite to eat at the local café, you invited Calum back to your apartment.

You starred aimlessly at the movie - the plot of which you couldn’t follow - playing on your small television.

The two of you were cozied up on your living room couch, under your bedroom duvet which you had dragged out to keep you warm.

“You know, Mike said the same thing.” He paused, thinking back to practice. “But his words were a bit more colourful than rinky-dink.”

You laughed; you could only imagine.

After another moment, Calum spoke up again. “Leaving town...Is it that important to you?”

Now completely ignoring the movie, you twisted your body so that you could look up a Cal.

He kept his attention on the television but you knew he was listening.

“I mean, that’s all we ever talked about when we were kids, right?”

You let out a sigh before continuing. “And then when you left…”

Calum hated the sad expression gracing your face. “Hey…”

He let his right hand, that was resting on top of your blanket, come up to your cheek. His thumb, grazing your bottom lip.

“I’m here now.”

Looking into each other’s eyes, you got lost in his stare. “All that matters is that you and I are here, together, right now.”

“What do you mean by—“

Before you could finish your sentence, you felt Calum use the grip on your head to pull your face closer to his and he pressed his lips to yours.

You froze for a second as Calum kissed you, before wrapping your arms around his neck. You pulled him even closer; the kiss becoming harder and needy.

You both could feel years of pent up emotion. Deep-rooted feelings, once hidden, were finally coming up to the surface.

You let out a soft whimper as Calum bit your lower lip, taking it between his teeth. He pulled away for a moment, so you could both catch your breath.

Your arms were still wrapped around his neck; his fingers still grazing the now blushing skin of your cheeks.

Leaning his forehead to rest on yours; brown eyes watched you, full of emotion. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered, his breath feather-light on your skin.

“Doesn’t matter if we’re together in the big city or this rinky-dink town...”

When you hit him on the knee, at the tease, he winced but chuckled and continued, “...as long as we have each other.”

You couldn’t agree more.

—

It was a long weekend, a couple of weeks later, when you and the boys decided to go skate on the town’s frozen pond.

By you and the boys, you mostly meant the boys, as you wobbled your way onto the ice.

“How can you be dating the Calum Hood, hockey player extraordinaire and not know how to skate?”

You stuck your tongue out at the cheshire-grinning Michael when you suddenly lost balance. Before you fell to your icy doom, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist to steady you.

“Watch where you put your hands, Hemmo,” Calum remarked, in a joking manner. Mostly.

Luke gave his best friend a sheepish grin. “Couldn’t let this one fall now, could I?”

You shook your head vigorously in agreement, your grip like a vice on Luke. The boys laughed, to your chagrin.

Eventually, you got to a place where you were being pulled along the ice by Calum, as he skated backwards.

“All right, so to stop you’re going to angle your skates in—yes! You got it!” He exclaimed, as you both came to a stop.

“I did it!”

Calum’s face softened. You were absolutely beaming at the small feat.

As you lingered, you noticed Mike coming up to you. With a finger to his lips, he pointed to Cal.

As Michael drew in, he hipped checked Calum. Since the latter was unaware of the sudden force, though light to Mike’s usual standards, Calum stumbled down onto the ice.

“Oops, sorry mate! Didn’t mean—”

Michael stopped mid-sentence when he noticed the pained expression on his best friend’s face.

“Hey Cal, you ok?”

You crouched down, attempting not to fall in the process and put your hand over his.

Calum was cradling his left knee. “I-it hurts.”

In a panic, you looked up at Michael and you both called out to Ashton and Luke.

The two skated over in a rush.

Calum was almost paralyzed, at this point, from the pain.

Ashton and Luke each brought one of Calum’s arms around their shoulder.

They had to get the clinic quick.

—

The doctor explained that it was a tear in a ligament in Calum’s knee.

What was peculiar about the injury was that it actually wasn’t recent; to Michael’s relief as he sat in the corner of the doctor’s office like puppy who had been scolded.

The statement though, left four of the five occupants very confused.

When the doc had left to attend to other patients, the five of you sat in silence.

“How...how did we not know?”

From the examination table, Calum looked at Ashton, a solemn expression on his face. “I didn’t…”

Calum gripped his bandaged knee. “I couldn’t...find it in my heart to tell you.”

He then recounted how it happened from overworking his knee, the month prior to coming home. How the coaching staff sent him back to their little town so that he could heal and come back to them at one-hundred percent; however long that took. How he was so ashamed with himself, that he couldn’t tell anyone because he didn’t want to disappoint you.

As Calum went on, the rest of you suddenly thought of all the signs leading up to this. How he didn’t want to join the hockey team until the boys had convinced him; begging and pleading. How he favoured his other side during games or even just practice. How, even in intimacy, there were times that Calum’s movements weren’t as fluid or as natural.

It all made sense and you were heartbroken that you didn’t notice sooner.

“You all were set to leave town after graduation and I—I just couldn’t tell you that, this time, you’d have to leave me behind.”

You got up from your seat wrapping your arms around the sombre boy. The rest of your friends joined in, encompassing you both in a much-needed group hug.

“Hey, watch the knee!” Calum chuckled as you all jumped away, immediately. Seeing him smile while making the comment, eased any worries.

“You heard the doc, Cal,” Luke started. “The tear’s small.”

Nodding your head, you continued for Lu, “and there’s no need for surgery, just a few weeks of actual rest.”

“Coach will understand that you can’t be on the team anymore,” Ashton relayed, beside you.

“And we’re still getting out of this fucking town together,” Michael quipped, “we’ve waited long enough. What’s an extra couple months? If that.”

Calum hummed in response, looking at his favourite person and three best friends. He was so thankful at how understanding you all were.

He wasn’t sure what the next couple of months would bring but he believed that he’d get through it.

With you all by his side, he’d get through anything.

Tagged: @irwinkitten @calpops @rosecoloredash @lilbabycalum @gorgeouslygrace @rainingcal @asht0n-irwin @lockthisheartinchains @americanhorrorstudies @lovableah

[missnight0wl]

Rakepick is not evil

And if she is, she’s the worst villain I’ve seen in a long time.

First of all, I’d like to thank @heleneplays for making it possible for me to get prepared for that. Also a big thank you to @wilhelminafujita for countless discussions on this topic. Many ideas mentioned below are inspired by her. Thank you so much!

To the point though. It’s no secret at this point that I’m Rakepick’s fan so you might say that I’m biased and move on. Still, I’ll be glad if you decide to read this post anyway. Perhaps, I’ll make you look at some things differently. Maybe you’ll change my mind. Either way, let’s talk.

I’ll start with some situations from the story that put Rakepick in a positive light, in my opinion, and I’ll try to explain how they would look for evil!Rakepick. I’ll comment on her behaviour in the recent Vault and give some of my interpretations for chapter 30. Oh yeah…

Warning: spoilers for the whole released content, including Y5Ch30. Also, a really long post, plus mild cursing here and there.

Not as black as it is painted

Let’s begin with Rakepick breaking our wand, because I believe it’s quite important, yet many people don’t really get it. Or they do, but I’ve already come up with a comparison I want to use, so you know…

Now, let’s imagine that magic skills are similar to drawing skills. You go to school, you get a pen, a pencil, maybe some crayons. You learn to make some simple patterns, to write, sometimes you draw. And every now and then, there will be a person who’s particularly good at drawing. They will practice, they will get better, and especially if they have talent, they’ll be able to create amazing art, even if only with a ballpen. And for most people, the basic school supplies will be enough. Even our artist can do well just with that. But they can also become better by getting better supplies, by learning new media etc. It will take more time at first for sure, but the end result will be more impressive.

The basic supplies are obviously MC’s first wand. It doesn’t mean there was something wrong with it, and it had to be changed. If you give just a simple pencil to an artist and to a “regular” person, the first one will still create something better. But then came Rakepick, and she recognised that MC can do more. That not only they went through a lot of changes and a different wand might be more suitable for their personality now, but most importantly that they have extra potential to improve. This was ultimately a good thing for MC.

You might say that it was also potentially a good thing for evil!Rakepick as it would weaken MC at first by using a wand they’re not familiar with. However, it doesn’t really work in our scenario. We can’t really tell when exactly the wand accident happens as the game doesn’t really give us the clear time frames, but let’s take a look where we were story-wise. It was chapter 16, we still didn’t know we’re a Legilimens, we didn’t spend time practising it, we still had no lead for the vault portrait, and all Peeves shenanigans were still ahead of us. With all of that in mind, I believe it’s safe to assume we were more or less in the middle of a school year. Meaning that we still have plenty of time to get used to the new wand before the final confrontation in the Vault. Moreover, it was MC’s fifth year – the year of O.W.L.s. Rakepick knew that because of that we’ll be spending particularly a lot of time preparing for our exams. So, how breaking our wand at this point could be beneficial for evil!Rakepick? How giving us a better weapon was good for her? If she’s such a scheming mastermind, couldn’t she provoke similar situation closer to the end of the year? Or at least when we were already in possession of the vault portrait?

Speaking of Rakepick noticing MC’s potential. You know, it’s really odd for a villain to assure a protagonist that they can be so much better and stronger. Why you build the confidence of someone who you just want to use? Rakepick let us know about it already in year 4 in our conversation after she had learnt we’re asking the faculty about her:

And later in year 5 when we were reporting to her that we’re searching for Scabbers:

It’s a good thing for evil!Rakepick to be able to recognise such things, but why she’s telling us about it?

Another thing that makes absolutely no sense if we’re to believe that Rakepick was evil all this time is her accepting DADA position. Seriously, why? She was already at Hogwarts, she had a very specific task: to take care of the Cursed Vaults. She didn’t need a cover or whatever. And don’t tell me Dumbledore made her do this. If she was such a manipulative bitch, she could easily refuse, explaining she needs to dedicate all the time on the Vaults. I’m not buying that it was to be closer to MC either. She was teaching them during year 4 anyway. Then in year 5, she created the whole Curse-Breakers team, so why the hell she needed to waste time on teaching THE WHOLE SCHOOL? Besides, she only needed MC to open the door with Legilimency. For a dragon, she got a bunch of our friends who were already pretty skilled without her mentoring. So what was the point, really?

The thing is, Patricia was good at being Professor and students liked her:

I write more about that in this post, but in general, I truly believe she was engaged in what she was doing, she wasn’t only focusing on MC. It’s been a while since my own school times, but if I remember correctly, students don’t appreciate teachers playing favourites. 

Interestingly, we kind of got the answer to “Why?” at the beginning of year 5:

I can see Patricia wanting to prepare students on the future danger connected to the Cursed Vaults. Let’s remember that this puts pretty much everyone in danger, not only MC and their friends. And she knew that all DADA teachers before were crap. For evil!Rakepick though? I really can’t think of any explanation at all.

And speaking of teaching – don’t you have the impression that evil!Rakepick would be too engaged in mentoring MC for her own good? She basically taught us her way of thinking: always be aware of your surroundings, always take time to judge your opponent etc. Isn’t it quite a counterproductive thing to do for a villain?

Many people say Rakepick was too suspicious and shady, and it was obvious she’s evil. Acting suspicious is her thing, that’s true – but to be honest, that’s my problem with her being a bad guy. You see, she doesn’t seem to give a fuck whether or not MC trusts her. On the contrary, it’s more like she doesn’t want that to happen. The only time she told us to trust her was when she didn’t want to reveal to us the identity of Mundungus’s attacker. All the other times it’s: “I’m not gonna tell you more”, “I don’t have to explain myself to anyone”, “I know more, deal with it”. It’s not even like she’s using reverse psychology where she would tell us to not trust her. It’s more like: “I do my thing, and I don’t care what you think”. She’s barely trying to make MC like her. And in those rare moments when she shows her “softer” side, it’s rather like she’s worried that we could even think she cares.

MC: So, you care about me after all?

Rakepick: No, I’d be just disappointed I’ve wasted my time on someone not worth it.

MC: So, technically you wanted to do something nice for me?

Rakepick: No, I wanted to tell you to not fuck with me.

How does it make sense from the point of view of a villain? Shouldn’t evil!Rakepick be emphasizing how good she is, so it’d be easier to stab MC in the right moment?

And when it comes to trust, probably the most confusing for me is the last part of chapter 29. You know, the one where Patricia told us she might die etc.? It was just… pointless. At least from the point of view of evil!Rakepick. You might say it was just one of her manipulation games, but to that I ask – what was her goal? It was right before going to the Vault, we were on board with her already, no question asked. She didn’t have to work on convincing us or anything. Heck, the only thing she achieved was making MC more suspicious of her. She told us a very cryptic thing about thinking what to say to our brother, she said directly she knows things we don’t. How was it supposed to help her?

The Vault of No-Logic-Whatsoever

Let’s fast-forward a little, and here we are in the Vault at the great reveal of the betrayal. Even if we’d ignore the fact that Rakepick made a classic mistake of wasting time on explaining her evil plan, everything in that part was simply illogical, and nothing adds up at all. Take a look at what she said:

And I’ll stop you here, Patricia, because I have to ask: what the fuck are you talking about?

DUMBLEDORE WAS SEARCHING FOR YOU AT LEAST SINCE THE END OF YEAR 2.

He was absent for most of year 3 because of that:

I’m sorry, but if the most powerful wizard can’t find someone for a year, it means this someone doesn’t want to be found. Even if we assume that Dumbledore was lying about it for some weird reason, we know that the Cursed Vaults case was known to the public opinion after our year 2. This is what MC said after summer:

Explain to me, please, why Patricia Rakepick, world-famous Curse-Breaker, who wanted so badly to go back to Hogwarts and quickly put her hands on the treasure (let’s ignore even Jacob in all of that), couldn’t just, you know… go to the Headmaster and say: “Listen, Albus. I got a bit bored at Gringotts, you have the cursed school. How about we help each other?”. Seriously, returning to Hogwarts should be the easiest thing to do for her. But nope, she went to Brazil.

Moving on, I have another question: what kind of spell did she use to knock the kids down, and why the hell it wasn’t Petrificus Totalus? You know, just like Ben used it twice in the previous year (against MC, and then against Rowan and Charlie). It’s too basic, too plebeian for her or what? She’s clearly annoyed by them trying to get up, so why not immobilize them entirely? If I didn’t know that she’s oh-so-evil, I could think it’s almost like she wanted them to be able to stand at some point… And if we’re already talking about odd choices of spell – why she didn’t even try at any point to use the Killing Curse? We’re on the Unforgivable territory anyway, right? (Also, notice how she went from “I’ll kill you all now” to torturing Merula to “I have orders to kill one of your friends”. And I’m here like: “Make up your mind, woman”.)

All right, so let’s talk about the Cruciatus Curse. And one thing I don’t understand here in particular is why Merula? From the story’s point of view – from Rakepick’s point of view – it doesn’t really make much sense. You know what would be really brutal? Using Cruciatus on MC, as a reference to the moment when she showed it to us in Knockturn Alley. But let’s assume that MC is too valuable for R or something. Still, Merula is an odd choice. Remember when we were choosing between Charlie and Penny, and Patricia put the whole responsibility on us so we couldn’t blame anyone else? 

It’d be a great moment for evil!Rakepick to use it against us. The problem is that Charlie is pretty much untouchable due to being a canon character, and therefore is Penny (as she simply takes his place in the other route). But Ben could definitely fill that role, as it was MC who agreed to bring him to the Vault, whether we told him it’s a good idea or not. He wasn’t supposed to be there at all, so imagine what impact it would have on MC. Yet, she chose Merula – seemingly because she tried to attack her, and to assault her verbally for being needy. The thing is, Rakepick was very actively trying to make Merula feel appreciated by her in the recent chapters… She really didn’t care much about Merula for most of year 5, to the point where Merula started to doubt in her. There was a time when she wasn’t idolizing her at all (I wrote more about it in this post). It’s like she invested all this time and efforts to achieve something, only to mock it later. Why a person who’s so obsessed with the Cursed Vaults, and Vaults only, would be even bothered with something like that? What gives? I’ll come back later to this one.

To the proper confrontation. Have you noticed how interesting skills Rakepick has? I mean, she first was attacked only by MC and easily defended herself. But then, Bill, Ben, and Charlie cast the spells simultaneously – and again, she had no problems. To the point though, because eventually, MC throws a vial on her which breaks on her feet. Like… I’m sorry, what? She didn’t notice that (even though she didn’t seem to be distracted by anything) or Protego doesn’t work on material objects? Funny thing, it’s getting better. So she started to choke, right? Technically, she should’ve suffocated on it. Then, she got hit by four very angry and quite powerful for their age wizards (MC just defeated a dragon on their own - here’s your need to bring more students, Patricia…), and all it does is… knocking her down. She’s not even particularly weakened as she can shout the warning about R’s glory AND DISAPPARATE. Look, I’m probably the last one to doubt that Rakepick is a powerful witch, but there are some limits…

Tell me, Severus, are you sure you didn’t give us an expired gas? Or an empty vial “by mistake”? After all, the Garrotting Gas is colourless. See, I still find it weird that Snape saw through her well enough to know she’ll try to kill us, yet he also told us some nonsense in year 4 like this:

Also, can I just say how unbelievable it feels to me that Patricia would even want to be a member of R? She hates authorities and rules, she doesn’t trust people, she thinks she’s the best and the most powerful – and she’d agree to work for some stupid mysterious organisation? And she’d believe they’ll share the vault treasure with her? Why would she want to share in the first place, if she could take it all for herself?

Finally, why the hell would evil!Rakepick betrayed us right now at all? We know R wanted Jacob to continue his research after Duncan’s death – why not use MC in a similar way and reach the final vault maybe faster, getting rid of us later? Why she didn’t keep her cover? Yes, there was Jacob trapped in the portrait (assuming that it was the real Jacob…), but as far as we know, the reason why he thinks Rakepick is evil is because she left him in the Vault. MC assumed themselves that he trusted her, and she didn’t deny it. However, according to Patricia’s words, she was basically thrown out from the Vault, she didn’t have much choice in that. And she couldn’t come back because she didn’t have a Portkey. Couldn’t she just… explain that to Jacob? Plus, add the argument that she looked after his little sibling, saving their life and all? I’m sorry, but no matter how I look at this, Rakepick’s plan was simply dumb. Perhaps if she didn’t take DADA position, she had more time to think of something better…

So what the hell actually happened?

Honestly, I have no idea. Well, I do have some ideas, but I can’t say I’m sure of any of them. The version that makes the most sense for me at the moment is this:

Rakepick joined R as a spy and/or to prevent R from killing one of our friends. The Cruciatus Curse was used to prove her obedience (and Merula possibly agree to that).

Yeah, I know how it sounds. But stick with me.

In my opinion, there was something that happened with Rakepick in chapter 20. This is the chapter which ends with finding Pettigrew, and interestingly, Patricia is missing for most of it. When we’re looking for her with Badeea in DADA classroom, MC notices that it looks like she left in a hurry, that her desk is unusually messy etc. We also learn that she was discussing the issue of getting rid of rats with Kettleburn. We know it probably had to do with Scabbers, but it’s never really explained why Rakepick was absent, only to appear at the very end and find Obliviated MC.

Then, the whole portrait hunt began, and it’s also when something changed in Rakepick’s behaviour. We basically stopped seeing her, she’s sending us messages through Bill and Merula. She suddenly doesn’t keep an eye on MC when we’re doing our stupid tasks for Peeves. She does nothing to stop us from going to Knockturn Alley alone for the first time since our first visit there, and she lets Mundungus (from all people) to trick us into duelling a Dark Wizard. This change doesn’t make sense, even if you want to believe that she was evil all that time. She should keep protecting her key until they’re useful.

In my theory, it was time when Patricia contacted R to join them. It was also after Rowan’s attack so she might’ve realised that R’s threats are more serious than she thought. She took the task of killing MC’s friend, but the point of that is to not kill. She also can’t do anything at all. So she has to pick a victim. There’s no way for her to choose MC as she cares about them, and as I mentioned before – R possibly sees them as too valuable. Bill? If he knew about the plan, he’d probably agree, but it’s a similar situation like with MC – Patricia is fond of him (Side note: notice that evil!Rakepick didn’t really get any benefits from helping Bill with his N.E.W.T.s etc. He trusted her, yes, but… so what?). There’s no one else she had an opportunity to get closer to… except for Merula. But there’s a problem – Rakepick neglected Merula, she wasn’t giving her recognition basically at all in year 5, as she thought that accepting her to the apprentice group is enough to make her not disturbing MC. But now she needs her to actually agree to something…

You see, Patricia just suddenly put so much effort and attention to Merula that I see no explanation for that other than that she wanted something for her. She stressed all the time how loyal she is, she let Merula teach MC the Killing Curse to make her feel special (even though she knew MC won’t want to learn it), even in the Vault she asked her first for opinion what to do next (and she actually followed that decision). Almost like a reminder �� “I trust in you, and I’m counting on you”. But seemingly, it led to nowhere, really. She didn’t use Merula to distract the others when she would enter the inner chamber or anything like that. So what was the point of that… if not reassurance that Merula will stick to the plan?

And while Merula seems to be totally infatuated with Rakepick, there was one scene in chapter 29 that really confused me. After Binns’s lecture about Potkeys, if you choose to praise Rakepick for making us bring more people, Merula snaps only on Bill with this line:

Interestingly, she had a quite similar line way earlier in Y5Ch12:

The thing is, I believe it had a very different meaning back then. Merula is aware that her mum and dad weren’t the best people and definitely not the best parents. This line to me DOESN’T say: “Rakepick cares about me”. It says: “The last person who said that left me because her ideology was more important than me”. It’s just so odd that she used the very same phrase right now, in a very different context. As if she was expecting, more or less consciously, that it all will end painfully for her.

I also mentioned before how the last part of chapter 29 was peculiar, but one part especially:

Rakepick knew at that point she’ll attack Merula. It wasn’t an impulsive act. And even though she allegedly despises Merula so much… she was concerned enough to tell MC to look out for her…?

All right, but if that’s all was “staged” why Rakepick was so cruel? Why involve the Unforgivable Curse? Why the verbal assaults? She could’ve just knocked the kids down and laugh maliciously. Unless… she was being watched by R. But it’s not possible, right? There was no one besides us, and you apparently need a Portkey to get to the Vault at all. Well, let’s see.

The outer chamber in this Vault was very different compared to the previous ones which were minimalistic, almost empty. But here we had not only portraits but also some books, tables, the board, the mortar and the pastle, some jars (potions ingredients, perhaps?), candles… Ben even asked at some point who lit them. I can’t help but think that someone was spending there some time. Could they still be there during our visit, hiding…?  Also, during searching, Patricia had this line:

Why she’s so bothered about time if they’re already in the Vault? I understand before, because the Portkey was set for a specific moment, but after that? Evil!Rakepick wouldn’t care about the time of return on the Portkey (if there was any) as she apparently wanted to kill us all anyway, and she can Disapparate anytime. So was she informed that R will be watching at a certain moment? It might sound as another stretching, but when you think about it, R is always oddly accurate when it comes to contacting us and aware of what MC is doing. Remember when we found the note in the Patronus SQ about passing the test right after banishing a Dementor? 

Could that someone watching be Jacob from the portrait? Notice how he didn’t even ask if a dragon was defeated. Either he didn’t care (which would be odd), or he knew it by then. But wait, why would Patricia be worried about our brother watching her though? Well, I’ve mentioned in my previous posts that I don’t believe that Jacob we found is even the real one. But even if he is, he’s likely working for R. So, why would he go after Rakepick who allegedly is a member of the same organisation? I’m pretty sure it’s to lure MC to the final vault where we’ll be also somehow needed to open it. Like, c’mon, there’s no way anyone would expect MC to not continue their search for their brother. Not after we were left like that without any explanation.

To sum up

As I said, I’m not insisting it’s the only possible explanation for the events of chapter 30. However, it still makes much more sense to me than Rakepick being simply evil all that time. I understand that not everybody will like her. She’s a bitch. She’s not a typical likeable character, and she’s not trying to be. But if you really look at her actions, she did more good than she’d like to admit, and she wasted time on things that weren’t beneficial for her at all. So either she joined R and became a spy (or something along these lines). Or Jam City doesn’t care about a single thing they wrote - in which case I don’t see why I should care about their grand reveal which is full of contradictions.

[thedisguisedaltruism]

prima donna // jung jaehyun

category: fluff, crack(?), (warning: mentions of explicit words)

pairing:  jaehyun x reader

summary:  you hated him because he ruined your first university week, but you’re too weak to fall for him after what happened that night before their school’s party.

word count: 3553

*author’s note: hey there! i want to thank y’all for giving love on my first au here! this one’s my weirdest au so far, because it’s another character of jae that i imagined and thought it will be fine to write about. but pls @ SM, let nct crossdress on their first concert! (re:edited)

Your second year in college has been sailing smooth so far, though sometimes you want to curl up and cry in your bed at your university’s dormitory from the reports and exams stacking up your schedule. Biology is fun, you thought before getting admitted into the university.

You seem to enjoy the course you’re currently taking but one thing’s for sure—you realized that something’s not good. So you asked your roommate, Shi, about that dilemma that has been clouding up your mind for more than a week. “Shi, do you, by any chance, seemed to notice something different at me?” You ask her.

“You still hate people.” She simply replies as she tore another scratch paper to write. She took creative writing and she does that every single time, and you got used to hearing the smearing sound of paper every night. You zone out once again, and suddenly you remembered the glares you shot to every student who walked past you everywhere before.

“Right. I mean… you know, it’s not my fault why I act like that—it was unintentional though.”

Shi rolls her eyes and adjusts her eyeglasses. “Unintentional… hmm, you think so? Damn it Y/N, if I could only conduct a social research of you glaring everyone you meet I am certain that the results and my assessed hypotheses will do good.” She looks at you with her typical resting bitch face and you only return a peace sign at her, defeated.

Because what she said was true.

You were about to get up from your bed and bring back your laptop from the kitchen when she added, “even my high school classmate was afraid of you.” You turned around and gave her a look. “Who?”

“The heartthrob from radio broadcasting department. You know, the Jung cutie.” Your roommate emphasized the Jung cutie, but you’re still clueless as hell.

“Huh?” You raise your left eyebrow and Shi clapped in front of your face. “Remember during university week last year? You were holding your favorite strawberry ice cream and someone just accidentally pushed your hand and the ice cream fell dramatically in your white polo shirt.”

The memory of that Jung guy who ruined your first university week as a freshman instantly flashed into your mind and your grip tightens as you muttered his name. “Jung Jaehyun.”

Shi snaps her fingers into a clicking sound and continues talking. “And then you glared at him and kicked his ass. Those people who witnessed your badass move just had their best day of their lives, to be honest.” She chuckles and she sits on the futon that your mother brought when you moved there, making you sit on the floor and exhaled deeply.

“I still hate him. It was my favorite polo shirt and I was looking for a cute guy that day but HE ruined it!” the pitch of your voice rose and you swiftly toned it down after you realized that it’s already dawn and continued. “He’s reminds me of that annoying kid in my grade school who crashes everyone’s day, too bad I only got a break during high school then another one appeared at college.”

The mini living room fell in silence, and later Shi talks again. “Actually, he’s a hottie, sis.”

You look at her and it felt like you rolled your eyes the most dramatic way possible and made a disgusted face. “Hell no. He may looked like an innocent one but looks can be deceiving, Shi! Who knows, he already slept with a lot of girls.”

Shi laughs so hard as her eyes form into cute crescents, and she looks so cute when she holds her tummy from laughing when hearing something funny, even if it is really funny or not. “Are you low-key telling me that you have an interest at him—“

“No!” you exclaim. “He’s never my ideal type. Never. Never.” You both shake your hands in protest and head no. “Never.”

“Believe me, he’s a nice guy. Maybe sometimes he looked like a bad boy but he isn’t. He’s one of my classmates in high school and actually doing great in academics. I mean c’mon, I think you two looked good together.”

It was that time when you give up on her annoying antics that you finally stand up and turn to the kitchen. “You’re not a wingman, Shi; you’re a writer in the making.”

-

Today’s weather is partially considerate to you since you’re an avid fan of cold breeze but hated getting soaked as you can feel the exposed part of your feet getting dampen from the fine rain while walking to your school’s building. You forgot to bring your umbrella, resorting you to sprint to the nearest shed and as when you are two steps away from the little shed, the rain poured harder. You cursed at the gods for making them hate you this type of weather.

You sit on the provided bench in the shed and check your backpack, and a relieved sigh escapes your mouth as you see your laptop’s case. There were thunders roaring at an interval and you have no choice left but to stay longer in the shed until the rain stops.

“Hey Y/N, if your class starts soon you can take my raincoat.” You turned around to see the person that you hated the most.

“Keep it.” You replied. His expression remains unchanged and shrugs as he looks at the dark sky for a moment. “It’s my first time seeing you this close though.” He adds.

“You… know my name?” You interrogated. It sounds surprised although you tried hard to shorten your conversation with him.

“Yeah? From Shi, your roommate.” He answered.

You huff as your gaze is fixated to the surroundings. “Considering you pushed me and my ice cream went straight to my white polo shirt, maybe so.” You keep your plain expression without looking at him, and you can see him looking away from you in your peripheral point of view. You tried hard not to laugh because he looked so dumb.

It took fourteen minutes for the heavy rain to stop and as soon as you noticed it pouring lightly, you immediately walked away from the shed and him because perhaps, he just ruined your day.

-

Another day has passed and still, you’re facing the typical activities done in your classes—report, moving exams, online quiz just in case when one of your professors are busy with their personal shenanigans and sometimes, laboratory works.

Sleep uproars to scarcity at your situation recently which is why you’re having a hard time dealing with everyone, especially your classmates’ shits in class and you wound up doing some of the easy activities just by yourself. You easily get irritated so the best way to get yourself away from trouble is to be alone.

Your last period finished earlier than you thought, so you rejoiced as you put your hoodie and walked back to the dormitory, hugging your genetics thick book close to your chest as you mentally plotting your sleeping plans.

Just as you reached the arts and sciences hall, you suddenly feel someone’s arm linked to yours that’s why you swiftly turned around and hit the person with your book at the chest. You gasp audibly as you looked up to see Jaehyun mirroring your expression. He then held his chest and acted as if he’s having a panic attack, and you were panicking when he sat on the ground, struggling as he holds his chest.

You put your bag as you held his shoulders firmly. He’s still in pain and you don’t know how to help him because first of all, he’s twenty centimeters taller and lastly, probably heavier than you. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry that wasn’t supposed to happe—“

“You’re so cute when you panicked.” His sudden change of expression made you halt in your position, deciphering what the hell just happened and you can feel everyone’s eyes on the two of you. Anger build up inside you, picking your book as you hit his chest as hard as you can. You yelled and got up, stomping your way to the dormitory, embarrassed and pissed.

-

“Sis, I swear that glass will shatter and hurt your hand.”

After getting back to the dormitory, you never utter any word; you only sit in silence, taking deep breaths, keeping your heart’s pace normal, and closing your eyes until your roommate arrives. She gave you a glass of water but that didn’t made you feel better because you’re conflicted whether you wanted to hide from embarrassment or wait for him at his first class tomorrow so you can throw your hardest punch at his face that everyone falls for.

“If you were on my position this afternoon, what would you do? Punch his face or leave him?” You asked, still gripping on the glass that she gave to you.

“Leave him? I guess. Then kick his shin the day after.” She folds her arms, watching you and the glass you’re holding—more likely she’s adamant that if she leaves you alone, you would rather break the glass just by yourself.

“You need to sleep, Y/N. That’s all. I swear you really have to cover up those horrifying eyebags of yours or else you’ll end up looking like a serial killer.” She sits beside you and massages your shoulders. “I’m sure he was embarrassed of himself too… trust me, it will be alright. ‘Kay? Let’s sleep.”

You drink the glass of water and sleep, hoping for the better days to come.

---

A week has passed and luckily you were able to regain your sleep since your schedule is quite vacant, and you’re glad that you can rest without stressing for academic works, thanks to the faculty of your department’s trip.

You’re alone tonight in the dorm since Shi is out somewhere. While watching a series on your laptop, your phone rings. It was her calling you so you pick it up.

“Y/N, do me a favor! Please I’m begging you!”

You paused the series and answered. “And that would be?”

“Please go to the other dormitory and bring our make-up kit. I was supposed to do the make-up for my friend on their school’s party and he has to dress up as a drag queen omiglob please Y/N for the love of God do it!”

You groaned in reply since you can’t decline her request because she seldom does that. You know how important it is for her so you’ve got no choice but to run to the other dormitory just with your sweatpants, hoodie and your make-up kit. “Fine. I’ll be at the brick building as soon as possible.”

“The dorm’s room has JJ on the door tag and thank you sis! Have fun!”

You ended the call and instead of wondering where Shi could’ve went, you were walking in a steady pace to the brick building as you try to revive your make-up skills. The stars are gradually appearing as the sky welcomes the darkness.

-

After arriving in the brick building, you searched for the room with a ‘JJ’ tag and knocked as soon as you found it. The door opens, and you wished that a grim reaper will take your life at this moment.

“You?” You exclaimed, and his eyes widen from shock and horror.

Jaehyun was peeking at the door, keeping himself safe from your attacks soon. You stare at him for a good minute, and he realized that he should let you in to turn him into a drag queen just for tonight. “I thought Shi’s going to do it for me.” His voice was soft as he opens the door for you to enter. “She just called me to do it for you.” You said.

Their dorm is partly large, with two beds occupying and a mini living room with kitchen, just like yours and Shi’s. Also, you were surprised from the fact that it was more likely neater than yours. You went to their mini living room where he placed the things he’s supposed to wear and out of the blue, your boisterous laughter echoed the room.

“I can’t imagine seeing you wearing those dresses,” you hold your tummy between laughs, and he tries his best not to blush from embarrassment. “It’s just for tonight. I lost in the draw lots so some of us have to wear like this.” He replies, a wave of panic rushing him as he placed two chairs beside the dresses.

You walked to their mini living room and placed the make-up kit. Fortunately, the lightings are all good and you don’t need to adjust yourself to find for a good light where you can match his make-up. He’s standing beside you, towering you with his height. You turned around at him and he averted his gaze from you. His ears are crimson pink and for the first time in your life, you reached for his face to make him look at you.

“Damn it, you’re so tall.” You retorted as you stood on the chair holding two dresses, one is a long sleeve maroon bedazzled crop top with pencil skirt and the other one with a star-designed dress with ruffles on its sleeve. You looked back on the table to see three wigs scattered and you placed the dresses back to fit the wigs for him.

You placed the first wig which you can liken to Marilyn Monroe’s signature hairstyle, and you think it was the perfect fit for him. You placed the crop top to see if it matches, and you want to jump from excitement as it fits him well. Jaehyun is just busy looking at the wigs, the dresses, and you.

“We have less than two hours to prepare actually.” He said. Worry is evident on his face and you assured him that he’ll stand out.

“I swear, I can make you shine on the spotlight. Trust me.” You look at him straight in the eye and he shies away from your sight.

“It’s okay though. I mean it’s kinda embarrassing to do this… ” He trails off, unknown what to continue. You gestured him to sit down and placed hair pins to clip his fringe away from his forehead.

You mentally cursed, realizing how handsome he really is. It’s effortless to put any temporary remedies on his face since he’s pinkish glowing and has less blemishes. You set aside the primers and search the perfect foundation for his complexion as you juggle the awkward silence by doing some short interrogations at him. “What major are you in?” You start applying foundation on his face, chuckling as you saw his expression obviously crying for help. “Radio broadcasting.”

“Nice,” you paused for a moment and asked him to close his eyes. “Okay, you can open your eyes now.”

He opened his eyes and you brought your eyeshadow kit. You try to contrast the color of your picked dress and the eyeshadow and you started applying for it. You perfect his eyebrows first, leaning closer to him as you gently stroke the brush to his eyebrow line. You lean closer to him to perfect the eyeshadow, slightly feeling the chill breath he exhales on your neck as his eyes are shut. The next thing you did was blending it with some strong colors to his crease line and told him to close for a while since you’re going to apply a liquid eyeliner to add boldness on his eyes.

You held his face as you slowly blow the liquid eyeliner to dry, and he opened his eyes after. He looks deadly gorgeous just with his eyes, and you added more emphasis on its bottom part by applying the same dark shade. He barely have eyebags so you apply a minimal amount of concealer to make it completely hide them. You gestured him to look up and you finally finished the eyes part.

“Amazing.” You muttered. Proceeding next to the contour, you motioned him to dress up first and you waited for a while in the living room. After few minutes, he’s finished and you wanted to cry because he looks so perfect, like a diva.

“Quick, now sit because I have to contour your face.” You commanded, and you opened the contour stick, applying them to his sides of his face, nose, and cheekbones. You can’t stop laughing from imagining what would he looked like after you finish grooming him up. You took the brush and started blending, then applying highlighter on his cheekbones and the tip of his nose. You added more emphasis on the top of his eyebrows, shimmering its part and applied blush for his cheeks.

“I kid you not, I’m going to strangle you if I looked odd.” He muttered as you partly leaned your palm to his face while placing long, fake lashes.

“Do it, I’ll break your bones.” And he fell silent. He opened his eyes afterwards and you motioned him to stand up as you apply lipstick. You picked your personal favorite matte maroon lipstick and you applied it carefully on his lip. You put some lip liners and asked him to spread it a little, creating a perfect lip.

You finalized the look and added some embellishments beside his eyes, and you wished that Shi was here to acknowledge your amazing work. You clapped your hands and placed the wig, retouching his look once again and you removed the piercings on his ears, replacing them with sapphire dangling earrings and necklace. “You’re so short.” He jokes while looking at you struggling to close the hook of the necklace. “Fuck off.” You answered.

You looked at him one last time, and you searched for a big mirror if he has any and found it on his bedroom, placing it in front of him. He’s in awe looking at the drag queen version of himself, and shots you a look in wonder. “B-but… this is so good. What the hell.” He can’t stop looking at his different version in the mirror but you don’t mind.

He keeps touching his face, especially his eyebrows and his jeweled temples. “Will you be able to manage wearing heels?” You asked as you make him wear the black pumps. He shrugged in response, unsure.

“Here, let me help you.” You make him hold your shoulder as he struggle to stand up. He outbalanced for a moment and you make him compose his posture. You guide his walk for some time around their bedroom and after familiarizing the posture and walking, he gathered the things he has to bring and you arranged the make-up kit. Both of you went outside their room and he thanked you for sparing your time to groom him. “You saved my night and I want to thank you for that. But I’ll promise this won’t be happening again.”

You only chuckled and motioned him to lean closer. You fix his hair and after that, you smack your lips to his plump ones and pat his shoulders. Jaehyun is immobile in his position and you pinch his sides, causing him to wince in pain. “Hey, what was that?” He asked, still startled from your kiss.

“I have no idea rather. You looked beautiful tonight!” You exclaimed. Picking up the make-up kit, you tiptoed to kiss his cheeks but this time he took the opportunity as he leaned and cupped your face with his jeweled hands to kiss your lips.

“Seems like you used your lipstick on my lips for a purpose.” His whispered, with his voice deeper unlike his usual and he smirks but you’re unbothered because he looks the usual drop-dead gorgeous diva he is. “You up for tomorrow? We can talk more at the grill house outside at 7 p.m.” He asks with confidence, making you chuckle because he just asked you out in his drag queen attire.

You gave him a thumbs up as you started walking back to your dormitory and winked at him. He laughed and walked behind you as he’s ready to stun everyone from school of communication arts with his transformation.

You walk back to your dormitory, and after seeing Shi using your laptop to watch your favorite series, you placed the make-up kit beside her and grabbed the water bottle she’s holding. “I kissed your heartthrob classmate from radio broadcasting.” With that, you never saw her pausing the series faster than before after you told her what happened.

“Uh, that was fast.”

You lay on your bed, closing your eyes. “I don’t know why I kissed him sis, honestly speaking. Maybe it was because I’m proud of what I did or I instantly fell in love with his charms and I think he’s so adorable.”

Shi hummed and asked one last time. “Well, which of those did you feel?”

“Both.” You simply answered, and Shi clapped her hands. “Good, I’m go for your relationship if that’s the case. Hah, never. Never!” she said, mocking those last bitter words you told her nights ago. “Good night dumbass!”

“Good night, Shi. Thanks.”

At that night, you find it hard to believe that your soon-to-be-boyfriend was the person who never fails to annoy you everytime the two of you meet, and the one who ruined your first university week last year.

[jennycalendar]

imperfections (52/?)

read it on ao3!

more gingerbread shenanigans!!

The school day began with a faculty meeting, and the faculty meeting began with Snyder making a speech. This wasn’t exactly an unusual occurrence. The man loved the sound of his own voice, and would take any opportunity to make his staff listen to him rant about gum under the auditorium seats or disrespectful youth these days. This speech, however, was specific enough to make Jenny and Rupert exchange a worried look, and the smug look on Snyder’s face only made them more apprehensive.

“Am I imagining things,” Rupert began, holding the door for Jenny as they exited the teachers’ lounge, “or was he insinuating—”

“—locker searches?” Jenny finished. “Yeah, that’s…seriously not good. Usually the school board shuts him down and he rants about it for a few weeks.”

“It seems a bit odd that we didn’t get prior notice,” said Rupert, a small frown on his face.

“Almost as odd as, oh, I don’t know, Sunnydale moms out for my blood?” said Jenny casually.

“Jenny, now really isn’t the time for your fringe theories—what on earth?” Rupert stopped in his tracks, staring.

Jenny peered over his shoulder, and her mouth fell open: two police officers were carrying her computer out of the computer lab. After taking a moment to register what this might mean, she directed a very pointed look at her boyfriend, then said, “What were you saying?”

“That you’re right about everything and I should really listen to you more often,” said Rupert weakly.

“Yep.” Jenny patted his shoulder, then stepped towards the officers. To her surprise, Rupert gripped her elbow, pulling her back. “What?”

“I did say you were right about everything,” said Rupert tensely, “and it seems particularly odd that police officers are going after one of our most upstanding faculty members on the basis of what she researches in her spare time. All you keep on your computer are blessings and lessons for Willow, yes? Nothing harmful?”

“No black magic,” Jenny confirmed. “Not even a dab of gray.”

Rupert gave her a skeptical look.

“Okay, some gray, but it’s for research purposes!”

“Which proves my point exactly,” said Rupert. “Anyone with half a brain would know you well enough to know that you’d sooner die than hurt a child, and I count Joyce Summers in that majority. Police officers carting away your computer based on rumors she may have spread strikes me as extremelyodd, even for Sunnydale.”

“So we’re thinking some kind of paranoia demon?” Jenny suggested. “Maybe feeding off the deaths of those kids?”

“It’s a fairly solid concept,” Rupert agreed pensively. His hand tightened on Jenny’s elbow. “Which means that anyone who so much as glanced at a spellbook is likely in danger.”

Something about that sentence struck a terrifying chord in Jenny. She replayed it in her head, then— “Willow,” she gasped. “Willow has stuff in her locker!”

Rupert’s face paled. “Go make sure she’s all right,” he said. “I’ll—”

“Get any supernatural research books out of the library,” said Jenny sharply.

“How?”

“You were Eyghon’s devotee in your early twenties, Rupert, you’re telling me you can’t manage a simple transportation spell?”

“There’s no room for all those books at home—”

“Figure something out!” snapped Jenny. “I don’t want you burned at the stake!”

Rupert’s expression softened. He reached out, squeezing her hands. “No one’s getting burned at the stake, all right?” he said.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” said Jenny stubbornly.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” said Rupert gently, then let go of her hands, hurrying towards the library. Jenny watched him for a moment, remembered the situation with Willow, and sprinted in the direction of the student lounge.

A cluster of students had already gathered by the lockers. “Willow?” Jenny called, pushing through the crowd. “Willow—”

Buffy turned, eyes wide with relief. “You can fix this, right?” she said almost desperately. “You’re a teacher—”

“Where’s Willow?”

“Snyder’s office, I think,” said Faith worriedly. “They found magic stuff in her locker and I think she’s about to get chewed out for it.”

“Then that’s where I’m headed,” said Jenny.

“Um, how about not doing that?” piped up Cordelia, genuine worry in her eyes. “I heard a couple of teachers talking, Ms. Calendar, and it sounds like they’re out for you too.”

“Rupert and I are starting to think there’s some kind of paranoia demon at play,” said Jenny tensely. “If I’m in danger, Willow definitely is.”

“No, it’s okay,” said Buffy nervously. “It is. Snyder’s just gonna call her mom, and…her mom’s kinda ditzy, but she’d never hurt Willow, okay? She’ll keep Willow safe. That’s what moms do.”

A sharp resentment rose in Jenny at the reminder of Willow’s obliviously neglectful mother, and it made her consider that she might not be able to look at the situation objectively. Buffy knew Willow’s mom. Buffy was probably right. “Okay,” she said. “Yeah. Faith, Xander, we’re going to the library to make sure Rupert’s okay, and then we’re going to go home. Buffy, I strongly suggest you go home—”

“I’m coming with you,” said Buffy firmly.

“Two Slayers,” Faith agreed. “Double the protection.”

Jenny decided not to waste time arguing. “Fine,” she said. “Just hurry.”

Upon entering the library, they were met with a beautiful sight: Rupert had indeed vanished all the books, and Snyder was having a fit. “Where are they?” he demanded furiously. “Where are the books? We were given jurisdiction to confiscate all of them—”

“I took the liberty of weeding all the inappropriate material for you,” said Rupert, directing a very big smile at Jenny and the children over Snyder’s head. “Anything to help protect our youth.”

“Wonderful to see you, Principal Snyder,” Buffy chirped, beaming at Rupert as she crossed the room to stand next to him. “How’s your little crusade going?”

Realizing that his failure now had an audience, Snyder all but growled. “I know they’re here somewhere!” he snarled. “You can’t hide them forever!” He stormed up to a shelf, rattling it; it almost fell on top of him.

“Good to see that your work has had such an impact,” said Jenny helpfully.

This was a mistake. Snyder’s eyes locked on her, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Ms. Calendar,” he said, then stopped. “Oh, wait. I think I want to savor this moment.”

Jenny raised an eyebrow.

“You’re fired,” said Snyder with relish.

Rupert took a step forward. Buffy grabbed him, towing him back.

“Cool,” said Jenny, largely unbothered. Too many weird things had happened today for her to take Snyder seriously. “I’m still the girlfriend of a staff member, though, so I’ll just stay on campus and help him with the, uh, card catalogue?” She glanced over at Rupert for verification; he nodded, still looking very ready to knock Snyder sprawling. “Card catalogue,” Jenny confirmed. “Because that’s what they use in libraries.”

Snyder’s gleeful expression began to fade. “You’re fired,” he said again, as though she might not have heard him.

“Gotcha!” Jenny gave him a thumbs-up. “Rupert, do you still have instant coffee in your office?”

“I’ll make you a pot,” said Rupert coolly.

Snyder was seething. “This—you—fired,” he sputtered.

Ignoring him, Jenny followed Rupert into his office, the children close behind, and shut the door once they were all inside. “Okay,” she said to Rupert. “Spill.”

“It’s an illusory glamour mixed with an incantation to create a pocket dimension,” said Rupert proudly. “Technically, the books are there, but no one can see them or get to them unless I include them in the spell.”

“You mixed your magic?” said Jenny, biting her lip and smiling slowly at him.

“As it happens,” said Rupert, giving her a flirtatious grin, “I’ve been well schooled in the merits of experimentation.”

“Someone please stop them before we find out what he means,” said Buffy loudly.

Jenny took the hint. “Research time?” she asked Rupert.

“As soon as Snyder clears out,” Rupert agreed.

Faith peered through the window of the office, then said, “Looks like he’s stomping away. Time to hit the books?”

“I think I should check up on my mom,” said Buffy darkly. “Whatever this is, it sure feels like she’s involved.”

“Ah, Buffy,” said Rupert suddenly, “please do keep in mind that it’s likely some sort of demon causing her to act this way. Whatever she says, you, you shouldn’t take it too personally.”

“And that absolutely extends to that lecture she gave Sunnydale last night,” Jenny added.

Something in Buffy’s face relaxed. “Thanks, guys,” she said. “It’s not exactly the greatest to know my mom’s all demony-influenced, but…it’s better than that being her, you know?”

With some worry, Jenny thought back to Willow. Whatever she was going through couldn’t be pleasant.

So Willow and her mom had a fight, kind of. Willow wasn’t entirely sure how to categorize whatever had gone down between her and her mom, but seeing as it had ended with her grounded and her mom making that Mildly Annoyed Face she always seemed to be making whenever Willow talked for longer than thirty seconds, “fight” had the kind of negative connotations she needed at the moment. Especially since she’d just stormed out of her mom’s house without looking back, taken the car, and driven down to Sunnydale High, hoping against hope that Giles and Ms. Calendar might be researching late.

The light was on in the library, which made Willow feel at least a little better through the awful. Whatever was going on, at least someone might be there for her to talk to. She opened the door, stepping inside.

Faith jumped. “Fuck, Red, you startled me!” she said, a light laugh in her voice. “Jen’s gonna be glad to see you—she’s been worried sick. Tryin’ not to show it, but you know Jen, she’s all protective mama bear and shit. Oh, damn, are you okay?”

Faith’s expression had changed, and Willow suddenly realized that it was because she’d started crying. Mortified, she stumbled back, knocking neatly into Giles. “Willow, what on earth,” he began, stopped, and pulled her into a semi-awkward bear hug. That was new too. Willow thought she should maybe thank Faith and Ms. Calendar for turning Giles into some kind of soft working dad.

“Oh no,” she heard Ms. Calendar saying, in that gentle mom-voice Willow could have really used from, you know, her mom. “Oh, Willow, what happened?”

Willow kind of just started crying harder. “I’m gonna be in so much trouble!” she wailed.

“No, no, Willow, it’s a paranoia demon,” said Giles, evidently thinking that this was somehow comforting to her.

“Let me take this one, honey,” said Ms. Calendar with some amusement. She stepped in, hugging Willow too. “You okay?”

It would have been different, Willow thought, if she wasn’t so used to Giles and Ms. Calendar fussing over her good grades and exclaiming when she did something right and telling her they were proud of her. After her mom had grounded her without listening to her at all, she might have just gone quietly up to her room with an achy feeling in her chest. She didn’t really know how to express that thought, but then it didn’t really matter, because nobody was letting go of her and nobody was telling her she was acting out. Without a word, she burrowed further into the hug.

“God, I wish I had a camera,” she heard Faith saying to someone, a note of genuine appreciation in her voice. “This shit is ridiculously cute.”

Willow pulled away, just a little, and let Giles dab at her face with a handkerchief. “Do crying teenagers usually throw themselves at you?” she tried to quip, but it sounded more morose than playful.

“Just one of Sunnydale’s many hazards,” said Giles, giving Willow’s cheek a last affectionate pat.

Ms. Calendar was, in fact, looking at Willow with large, worried eyes. Suddenly, all that jealousy Willow had felt for Faith felt really ridiculous. “Hey there, champ,” said Ms. Calendar, stepping up and tucking Willow’s hair behind her ear. “Who do I have to punch?”

That made Willow laugh. “No one,” she said, and was surprised to find herself meaning it. “It’s okay.”

[many-gay-magpies]

jino insufferable history class vampire UR SO RIGHT okay but we assume that they Have been in the world for a good while and if the orphanage let them have newspapers (according to webnovel *gags a little* they did have ~classes~ of some sort) the guys Might have some knowledge of things just through current events and stuff. which would be hilarious. i’m also starting to get a fun sense of the dark moon moral compass with jaan at one far end and jino and shion on the other. one end being cautious and paranoid and the other being “🤣🤣 fuck it !” and you know what i see it and i vibe

NOT THE SPIDER-WALK. POOR STUDENT WOULDNT EVEN KNOW WHAT HIT THEM THEG PROBABLY WOULDNT EVEN RECOGNIZE IT AS JINO AND JUST TEAR OUTTA THERE LIKE A BAT OUTTA HELL. but hey at least it adds to the school urban legend of fuckin Monsters enforcing curfew?

GREAT WE’RE BOTH CRYING OVER NOA NOW GOOD TO KNOW

no yeah sooha would be a great foil to solon especially since being immortal/with your brothers for centuries is kind of . a static way to live. they probably have this mentality of “this is how we are and how we’ve always been and how we always will be” because of their immortality and experiences. sooha shows them they can still Change and they don’t have to stay static forever. being immortal doesn’t mean you can’t still grow along the way

- vrvr anon

honestly i Love the concept of immortals using their age/immortality to be like "smh yall are teaching it wrong believe me i was THERE" whether or not they ACTUALLY know the truth lmao. or just immortals using their immortality to fuck around in general.

NOT THE GAGGING HSFJGDJHFJ but yeah-- and now the thought of the orphanage giving them newspapers and such to keep up with current events and keep up the illusion of normalcy in the orphanage ALSO makes me think. well the vampires probably have a few possessions theyve collected over the years that are priceless antiques now just because of how old they are. like imagine they happen across an appraiser or a historian or something and they just LOSE IT because "holy shit that watch is worth hundreds of dollars i havent seen one like that in so long where did you get it?!?!" and jino just has to he like "HAHA I GOT IT FROM MY GRANDFATHER,,," even though he knows FULL WELL he bought and/or pickpocketed it from someone himself some time in the mid-eighteenth century.

also you know that thing with vampires going to museums and finding belongings of theres? imagine the guys going to a museum and seeing, like, an entire exhibit made out of the salvaged remains of one of their hideouts from the 1940s. they're all yelling at each other (telepathically, because revealing that you're immortal in a public setting where anyone can hear is probably not the best idea) "HEY WHAT THE HELL THAT WAS MY JOURNAL WHY DID Y- oh thank god it was burned in a fire when they found it" "your journal?!? bitch they have the fucking sKETCHES I DID OF THAT ONE RANDOM HOT GUY FROM THAT CAFE IN 1934, THEY CAUGHT ME BEING A CREEP IN 4K--" "is that my tOOTHBRUSH are you ACTUALLY kidding me--" "THATS where i left that necktie!" the possibilities are endless lmao.

yeah the moral compass-- jino and shion are definitely on the "🤣🤣 fuck it" side of the spectrum, while jaan, solon, and maybe jakah are more on the cautious/paranoid side. heli i feel like is kind of in the middle, where he's constantly some level of worried about them being found out and tracked by the orphanage, but he also likes to see his brothers have fun and doesn't see the harm in a few shenanigans here and there.

YEAH LMAO. and now im just picturing the decelis faculty watching all these reports of nightmare-inducing school cryptids roll in like "how much is too much,,,"

GOTTA LOVE SOME GOOD NOA-INDUCED TEARS.

okay but honestly speaking i have a Lot of feelings about how immortality changes the way people (or... NOT-people, as the case may be) exist and change and view themselves. living for that long, especially if you stay disconnected from the rest of humanity like the vampires evidently have been, probably makes you pretty detached from reality—it can create an "us" vs "them" mentality of sorts; the mortals, with their short, fleeting lives where everything goes so fast and they're constantly changing to keep up with it, and then us, the immortals, who have all the time in the world, so why shouldn't we take it? it seems like it would be easy for the vampires to become stagnant, like you said; convinced that their minds have been frozen in time along with their bodies. with no one to form connections with outside of each other, they just repeat what they've always done, forgetting that CHANGE is even possible for them. but sooha is mortal; even though she's like them, she's still growing and changing every day, and maybe being around her can teach them that they still can, too.

[kiramxchis]

Seido Female Manager Headcanons

I want a Daiya no A spin-off focusing on the managers. We’ll call it Daiya no Queens (Queens of the Diamond in English officially)

The managers for Act II are also included, and they will be put under a cut for anyone who doesn’t want spoilers (I’m sorry mobile users). I also might end up writing about some of these, so keep an eye out for those if I ever do

One, overall Headcanon (I didn’t know who to put this under):

Sawamura can not for the life of him remember any of the managers names outside of Haruno, so to hide the fact that he can’t remember (despite being told several times by his team mates), he refers to them with nobility titles, such as “My Lady” “Your Highness” and “Princess” (since Takako’s the head manager, she and Rei are refereed to as “My Queen”). This catches on with the others, and soon every girl is called by such names, even the new mangers

Fujiwara Takako

Takako is Biromantic Bisexual, but has more of preference for boys

Because she is considered the prettiest girl in school, she gets lots of confessions, from both boys and girls alike, but she always politely rejects them.

It’s not that she wouldn’t love to be in a relationship (she has a lot of love with no where to go), but taking care of the team is usually her top priority, so she doesn’t have time to (she keeps telling herself it would be much more easier to date a member of the team, but a good majority of potential partners face the same problem as her with the sport being more important to them) (I’ll date you Takako)

She adores cute phone charms. For her 18th birthday, Chris gave her a My Melody charm for her phone and a matching case. She still uses them to this day

All the boys in her year are very protective of her, and ever since her first year it’s not unusual to see some of the boys (both on and off the bench) glaring and chasing off anyone who gets to close (Especially Jun. You might as well prepare to die if Jun catches you so much as breathing in her general direction)

Her best subject is English, and acts as a tutor for those on the team who suck at English and don’t wanna ask Rei for help

She still visits the other managers after graduating. It’s pretty common to see her, Yui, Sachiko and Haruno at a cafe near her school, drinking their coffee (hot cocoa for Haruno) and talking about the shenanigans their teams are up to

Natsukawa Yui:

Yui is Panromantic Asexual with more of a preference for girls (yet I always write her with boys)

She’s known Sachiko since middle school, they attended the same school as Chris and Shirakawa, so their route to school is longer and the have to take the train

One time, during their first year, everyone in her year got curious to see what Yui looked like without her bang covering her eye. Zono volunteered for the job (aka: everyone was too chicken shit to do it and they forced him to), and to this day when someone asks him what she looks like, his only response is “It’s like the physical manifest of what a choir of angels sound like” (Kuramochi did it once as well, and he can confirm Zono is right. Yui’s just getting tired of people pulling her bangs back, standing there for five minutes as their face turns red and then run off)

She’s one of those girls who bring the tall bottles of Bath and Body Works perfume to school. She never uses it during school hours (unless someone stunk up the bathroom), only after school in the girls locker room after a long day of practice. Her favorite scent is Dark Kiss

While it’s not mandatory the managers help out during morning practice during the summer and winter camps, they do anyway. Meaning they get up earlier than the boys, and sometimes they’re not fully awake when they get there. Sawamura had to learn the hard way not to talk to Yui unless your a faculty member until she finished the coffee she brings with her (she brings like, three of those Starbucks frappuccino bottles). She is a demon before she has had her coffee

Her family owns two Doberman's, one with and without docked and cropped ears and tail. They are the sweetest dogs in the world, and love to play with their owners

She is the only manager to not be refereed to by nobility titles. She is instead refereed to as “Heiress” or “Mistress” because Sawamura originally confused her father to being a member of the Yakuza (her family owning two Dobermans did not help in the slightest either)

Umemoto Sachiko:

Sachiko is Aromantic Asexual

Commonly refereed to as the Kuramochi of the managers, Sachiko is very protective of her friends, especially her fellow managers

You dared to hit on Takako? You’re gonna get ambushed by both her and Jun. Made fun of Haruno? Sorry honey, only she’s allowed to do that. Breathed in Yui’s general direction? She’s gonna leave you black and blue

Remember how in the 3rd ODA “Boys Be...” Sachiko joked about her fans ganging up on Nori if he got a crush on her? She wasn’t lying about having fans. Of course there are no where near as many as Takako and Yui have, but a good majority of her fans are usually range from shy and sweet to total sports geek. There is no one who doesn’t fall for Sachiko’s charm (like me)

A total gamer, she loves to play First Person Shooters (she can totally kick Kuramochi’s ass in them), but she has a secret weak spot for games like Animal Crossing and literally any Kirby game

She’s listed at number 3 in the Skillful Singers list in the Seido Baseball Club Secret Rankings ( [x] ) and is secretly referred to as Seido’s Lorelei among both her class and teammates. The choir kids want to steal her from the team

She has a collection of baseball caps she’s collected over the years of teams in both the NPB and the MLB. She has to order her MLB caps online, but it’s money well spent in her opinon

Yoshikawa Haruno:

Haruno is Biromantic Demisexual with no set preference

Because of her clumsy nature, she always carries band-aids with her. Usually cute band-aids with Sanrio characters on them. Furuya secretly adores them and whenever he gets a cut and needs a band-aid, he asks Haruno for one

It’s also not unusual for whenever she does trip and fall and scrapes her knee that all of the members of the First String in her year drop whatever they’re doing and rush over to her to make sure she’s okay. Sawamura and Kanemaru look like overprotective mothers, acting like she’s dying, Toujou and Haruichi go to get the first aid kit while Furuya is standing about a foot away with this aura flaring, not sure what to do (imagine what would happen she actually got seriously injured)

She’s a KPop fan, and her favorite groups are EXO and Pristin (yes I know the series canonly takes place in 2006-2007 leave me alone)

Another sucker for cute things, Haruno’s whole room is practically overflowing with stuffed animals

She’s the youngest of four older brothers who put the babying of the First String First Years to shame. She’s not even allowed to hold a butter knife

Another gamer, Haruno loves to play relaxing and collecting games like Pokemon and Neko Atsume

Kuroki Anna (Tall, long black hair):

Anna is a Lesbian

She has a habit of unintentionally putting small things in her mouth and chewing on them, things like earring backings and sometimes even the earring itself. As a kid, she would sometimes chew all of the shoes of her Barbie dolls

Yet, for some reason, she always swollows gum

She is the only member of the current team to be able to watch horror movies with a straight face (fssh just imagine Ryo and Anna watching horror movies together and booing at it)

There is a current bet going around at who has the best dead eyes, her, Mogami or Okumura (currently, Okumura is winning)

She currently has no interest in dating, but has expressed she would date Haruno if given the opportunity too (honey wait until you meet Wakana)

There is a member of Yakushi in her year with the same family name as her and I am fully convinced they are twins

Oda Akane (Short, blonde hair):

Akane is Demiromantic Demisexual

She’s the chubbiest manager out of the current ones, but it’s okay because there’s just more of her to love. It also contrasts Anna’s body type, which is thin and lanky (they’re just like Popuko and Pipimi)

She and Anna have known each other since childhood. The reason Anna holds no romantic interest in Akane is because she cherishes their friendship more than anything in the world and thinks a relationship would ruin it. Akane on the other hand, has a giant crush on Anna that she does not act upon (think of it like Chinatsu and Akira’s relationship, only more stable and less hostile)

When her bangs are down, the fall very similarly to Sawamura’s. She keeps them tied up because she thinks they get in the way, but doesn’t want to cut them

She has to wear glasses, but usually wears contacts because she hates how they look on her (baby girl show me your glasses)

A gigantic anime fan, she loves Magical Girl and Sports Anime the most

She is both asthmatic, and dyslexic. Probably not a very good combination set for a manager