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Ch.5 First day of school part 1

(This Au will follow the main events of the canon. In this AU, the tropes of fantasy and Omegaverse apply. The dynamics that can apply to people are Alpha, Luna, Beta, and Omega. The main ship is Erasermic x oc. I do not own the characters of My Hero Academia. Horikoshi Kōhei does. I also don’t own any of the fast-food franchises or any of the other references to other super hero movies or groups. I own Bryant Saki. Here is her info Please do not steal.)

(These are the Headcanons. Please read these before the fic.

Wc: 5,575 Tw: Omegaverse Shenanigans, polygamy, PTSD, Breeding kink, Breeding, trauma, fear, ED (eating disorder).

Prologue Chapter Four ~ Chapter Six

Over the next few months, I honed my new Admin Power and securing a job for a steady form of income before I started my job as an Admin at U.A. I went for the job at the radio station and I grew close to Present Mic as I worked alongside him. I would work overtime with him at the station long after the normal crew left for the day working on scripts for the week and promotional ideas. On nights like this, Present Mic, or Hizashi Yamada as I learned from his character profile on my tablet would order food into the station when we would work late into the night. When we were done working, he offered to give me a ride to the train station since it was dark out and he wanted to make sure that I got home safely, which I thought was nice of him. The following months before my first day at U.A. went by quickly as I used the time to hone my quirk and Admin power until I had good control of my powers. But April 1st came sooner than I thought. I woke up early the morning of my first day and changed into my hero suit before I left my room to get a quick breakfast and heading out to the train station to head to U.A.

When I arrived, I immediately went into the school and found myself walking the halls along with the entire student body as they were buzzing with anticipation and excitement as they were getting oriented with the school. I was following the map on my tablet trying to find my way to the homeroom of Class 1-A. I managed to find the room despite getting lost a couple of times. I managed to arrive a little early at the door of the classroom. I took in the massive size of the door, hesitating to walk in and introduce myself even though I figured that they would recognize me even after all these months. I knew that Mic would know because we’re co-workers at the radio station, but I wasn’t quite sure about Shouta remembering me. I was nervous to enter the classroom and introduce myself but I took a moment to calm myself down. You got this, Admin. You can just walk in there and talk to them like normal adults. Yes, you have feelings for them, but don’t let those feelings cloud your judgement. You can do this. I said to mentally to myself before I knocked on the door and waited a moment as I didn’t want to just burst through the door and disturb them. I heard a laugh and some rustling on the other side of the door before another hushed chuckle and quiet for a moment. “Come in.” I heard what I thought was Shouta’s voice say. I opened the door and found him sitting at his desk, waiting for his students to arrive I noticed Present Mic sitting on the edge of Shouta’s desk on the same side that Shouta was sitting on. They seemed to be looking over the rosters for the classes and seeing who they would have this year. I did recall that Shouta had been known to expel then re-enroll a whole class of his just to teach them a lesson on sacrifice. I didn’t get why at the time but I’m sure I would find out eventually. Both heroes looked up from what they were doing to greet me. “Hello there, can I help you with something?” Shouta asked as he watched me from his desk as I stood in the doorway. Present Mic nudged Shouta’s shoulder and whispered something in his ear. “Oh, I’m sorry, you’re the girl that Fatgum introduced to us all those months ago. You’ve really changed since then. Its good to see you again. Is there anything we can help you with?” He asked as his demeanor softened and he shifted in his seat. “I’ve been assigned to be Admin of the teachers and staff of this school. I’ve also been assigned to stick by your side today.” I spoke. Shouta sighed and rested his head in his hand. “Nezu did say something about his.” He spoke and I walked up to the desk. “Alright what he did he say about it? Also, what is your plan today?” I asked. “Nezu said that several people saying that they are Admins would be coming into the school this year and covering different classes and people in the school. But if you stay out of the way, we should be fine. My plan for today is to wait for my students to come to the classroom and I plan to take them out onto one of the P.E. grounds and run them through some tests to see how well they can use their quirks because junior high schools don’t allow much usage of quirks with their students. I have a copy of my class’s roster if you’d like it before we head down to the grounds. Would you like to accompany me to the grounds?” He explained and asked. “Yes. I’d like to accompany you to the P.E. grounds and don’t worry, I’ll be out of the way. I’m only here to make sure everything plays out right, and I’ll take the roster sheet.” I spoke and Shouta handed me the sheet that I added into my tablet even though I already had the list of students on my tablet.

“It will be a little while before the students will arrive. Make yourself comfortable.” He spoke before standing up and leaving the room with Mic. “I’ll be back later. I just need to file some papers.” He told me and I nodded and sat down on the floor, leaning against the wall as I looked through the student’s profiles. Soon all the students came into the classroom and took their seats, either pulling out a book to read or talking amongst their new classmates and introducing themselves.

I watched them get into their seats and wonder where their teacher was. I saw a couple of the students stand up and begin to head to the door when I saw the door to the classroom open and find that Shouta was on the other side laying on the ground and drinking down a jelly pack before he stood up and introduced himself as their teacher before telling them to gather their things and head down to the P.E. Grounds instead of going to orientation like all the other students which made a couple of the girls upset but they complied. I noticed Shouta gesture to me for me to come to him which I did.

“Follow them down to the P.E. Grounds. There should be some where you can watch them from. But stick around. I’d like to talk to you more afterwards.” He told me quietly and I nodded. I waited for the students to file out of the classroom and follow their teacher down to the P.E. Grounds before I trailed after them, looking up the next set of variables on my tablet and the information on Eraserhead and Present Mic and keeping both files pinned as I had a feeling that I’d be reading over their information a lot in the next few days. The students broke off and went a different direct to the P.E. Grounds after getting instructions from their teacher. I followed after Shouta still as he took a different route and met them at the grounds soon after. On this alternate route, Shouta paused and turned to me, again gesturing for me to come closer to him and I did. When I did, he grabbed me by the waist and kissed me on the cheek. I felt my face heat up and look back at him in surprise.

“You shouldn’t have done that. You’re married to another person.” I told him and he smiled.

“You seem to have forgotten that my mate and I are in an open relationship. We are looking to form a pack and I told you months ago that we haven’t found the right person yet. Hizashi and I talked over the past few months after he came home from working with you all day and we decided together that you’d be the perfect fit for us. If you’re worried about it, Hizashi gave me permission to pursue you. Think about it and get back to us.” He spoke and turned away with a small smirk. I was frozen in place, processing what Shouta just told me. I then followed him out to the grounds and found some bushes nearby that I could discreetly watch the variables play out from. I also found Shouta’s colleague and another one of the characters I was assigned to hiding behind the bushes. It was none other than All Might. He was wearing a golden-yellow suit and was shocked to see someone else hiding in the bushes with him. I held out my hand to shake his and introduce myself. “Hello there, I’m Admin Bryant. You must be All Might. I’m only here to watch Class 1-A go through their Quirk assessment tests.” I spoke and All Might shook my hand back. “It is good to meet you, Miss Bryant. I’m here watching the students as well. Since their homeroom teacher has been known to be harsh on his students.” He spoke and turned his attention as Aizawa began to run his students through the tests. “I read about that. It says here that Eraserhead has been known to expel full classes of students only to re-enroll them as a lesson of sacrifice and to not get their hopes up on the first day. It is a bit harsh but there must be a reason why he’s doing this.” I spoke when I listened in on the instructions that Eraserhead was giving his students through my tablet.

After one of the girls, I think her name was Ochako Uraraka mentioned that they were going to miss orientation, Shouta said this:

“If you really want to make the big leagues, you can’t waste time on pointless ceremonies.”

This made his group of students gasp and without turning back to look at them, he kept speaking.

“Here at U.A., we’re not tethered to tradtions, that means that I get to run my class however I see fit.” He spoke and turned to face the young students that had been assigned to his class. Shouta says something else that I didn’t quite catch then focuses his attention on one of the students near the front of the crowd of students standing near the edge of the field and picks him out. This student has blonde hair and I remember him having quite the explosive personality and scoring the highest points in the entrance exam.

“Bakugo, you managed to get the most points on the entrance exam. What was your farthest distance throw with a softball in junior high?”

“Sixty-seven meters, I think.” He responded. “Right, try doing it with your quirk.” Shouta instructed and had Bakugo walk out onto the field with the softball in hand. Bakugo took the softball and stepped into a circle made from chalk and took a moment before throwing the softball with the help of his quirk. The softball landed a few feet away and a new number appeared on the small, almost cell-phone like device in Shouta’s hand. The new number was 705.2 meters which was a huge improvement, even though Bakugo had used his quirk to make the softball go farther. This amazes and excites the rest of the class to do their best in the rest of the tests, thinking that the tests would be fun. This is shut down quickly by Shouta’s next line. “So, you think this is fun, huh? You have three years here to become a hero. You think its all going to be games and playtime? Idiots. Today, you’ll compete in eight physical tests to gage your potential. Whoever comes in last has none and will be expelled immediately.” Shouta told his students with a sly smirk on his face which shocked the students.

Ochako spoke up that the idea of immediate expulsion if you didn’t get the highest score wasn’t fair and Shouta commented back.

“Oh, and you think natural disasters are? Or power-hungry villains, hm? Or catastrophic accidents that wipe out whole cities, no. The world is full of unfairness it’s a hero’s job to try to combat that unfairness. If you wanna be a pro, you’re going to have to push yourself to the brink. For the next three years, U.A. will throw one hardship after another at you, so go beyond, plus ultras style, and show me that you do belong here.” Shouta told his students.

“Now then, we’re just wasting time by talking. Let the games begin.”

This was the end of the variable in the P.E. Grounds and beginning the next eight physical tests that I watched all of them play out. I noticed All Might’s reactions to how all the students performed in the tests, especially Midoriya who I knew was his protégé. Watching each of the tests play out was quite the long and boring process but it was worth keeping track of the points that would add up to their end scores at the end of all the tests. There was something off about the kid with the navel laser seemed off so I took note of it and noticed All Might watching me. “What are you doing on that tablet if you don’t mind me asking.” He spoke and pointed to my device which I showed him what I was seeing.

“I’m able to get a closer look at what the students are doing from right here. Also, I know your connection with Izuku Midoriya. Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone and your secret is safe with me.” I spoke and marked off each of the tests on the list of variables as they were finished. All Might looked at me with a bit of concern which was understandable then nodded. “Alright. I trust you to keep my secret.” He spoke and turned his attention to the class as they were beginning the next test. I turned my attention back to the tablet and slipped into a sort of trance. “You know, things will go to hell in the next year. By this time next year, we will be recovering from a horrible battle that is the result of several lives lost and All for One. He will have transferred his quirk to his own protégé. It makes him almost indestructible.” I spoke just above a whisper and All Might had heard me and a look of terror was now spread across his face. “How do you know his name?” He asked. I snapped out of my trance and laughed to myself. “I did some research. Looked at some historical records from local archives. If you’re going to ask if I can prevent all this chaos and destruction from happening just because I’m an Admin, I can’t. It all depends on the events and variables that play out between now and then. Its even too far in the future to know if that’s the variable that’s set-in stone yet or not. Us Admins are only here to make sure that events like these physical test play out according to what is shown to us on the tablets we are given. And so far, these variables are playing out accordingly.” I spoke and checked off another box on the list.

All Might shifted his position and looked at me with his infamous smile.

“You know, you remind me of my old sidekick. He too had the ability to see into the future. You’re going to do great as an Admin here. I wish you the best of luck.” He spoke before going back to watching Midoriya. I smiled and thanked him before watching in anticipation as the tests were over and the final scores were being tallied up and shown on a holographic screen for all the students to see.

I could see that Midoriya was more worried out of all his classmates when the scores came up on the screen. He knew that he was going to be the one that went home when he saw his name at the bottom of the screen and prepared himself mentally to begin packing his things and heading home. that was until Shouta spoke and said that no one would be going home today and that it was just a tactic to get everyone to perform at their best. This was a new change in his usual pattern that was usually him expelling his whole class just to re-enroll them again. I thought this was a bit odd and I chose to put it as a task to research later. I turned to see that All Might was still watching the class, probably just as relieved as I was that none of the students were going home. I then suggested that when intern week came up that it would be prudent to recommend Sir Nighteye or even his old mentor, an older Pro Hero known as Gran Torino so Midoriya has a safe place to go so he can learn how to use One for All in his own way.

Next, I heard Shouta tell his students to go get changed, head to lunch, and that the real work would begin tomorrow. After he dismissed his class, he began walking in the direction that All Might and I were hiding in. “I’ll make a note of that, thank you, Miss Admin.” He spoke and stood up, hoping that he could get away from the area before Shouta came over here. He managed to disappear around the corner as Shouta walked up to me after he had finished with his students. “Was everything up to par for you?” He asked. I looked up from something I was doing on my tablet to him. “Yes. Everything played out nicely.” I told him and smiled. The hero looked back at me and smiled back. “Why don’t you come an eat lunch with Mic and I.” He suggested. My mind began swirling with the thoughts of if I should accept his ask to eat lunch with them or not. I then decided that it wouldn’t hurt to have just one lunch time because I would be working closely with them for the foreseeable future. But this could also be apart of their plan to get me to like them more by spending the hour lunch with them. “Oh, I guess so.” I responded, immediately regretting it as I knew that my boss, Hunter would reprimand me later. I kept my head down as I followed Shouta down the maze of hallways through the school, stopping in the teacher’s lounge to pick up his lunch and asking if I had something to eat which I pulled a hefty bento box out of my backpack and showed it to him. “Wow, Fatgum must’ve made that for you. Mic should be waiting for us on the rooftop.” He spoke and led me to a quiet hallway that had a door with a sign the read: ‘Rooftop access.’ Shouta opened the door and led me up the flight of stairs. “We normally have lunch on the rooftop or in one of our classrooms. Mic usually picks where we eat and he’s supposed to message me about where he picked but he didn’t so I don’t know where he picked today.” He told me. “Then why are we going to the rooftop?” I asked. “This is where we normally go to have lunch. You see, Hizashi and I went to school here and it’s where we would go to have lunch. Guess we chose to keep up tradition. Tell me, what’s home like for you?” He spoke and opened the door at the top of the stairs that led to the roof. “I wasn’t aware that you and Present Mic were alumni of the school. That’s interesting. I’m from New York. I would sit on the roof as well with my brothers and eat pizza as we would watch the sunset, the stars, or even the sunrise. Especially if one of us was sad or upset, or even just celebrating something or we just wanted to hang out together, one of us or all of us would do that. It depended on what was going on. I miss doing that sometimes.” I told him as we walked to a section on the roof where we could see Hizashi waiting for us and waving at his partner.

“So, you’re from out of the country? What brought you here to Japan?” He asked. “I wanted to explore the world so I came here. I also wanted to learn more about my family history so why not come here and find out what made my parents want to leave Japan?” I spoke and sat down uneasily on one of the benches across from the men. Hizashi was set up already with his own lunch and some extra food too which made me feel a little out of place having my own lunch in hand.

“I see. Well, we’re here so let’s eat.” Shouta spoke and opened-up his lunch and eating. I opened my own bento box that brought from home that Taishiro had packed for me the night before and began to eat the contents.

Hizashi greeted me and I smiled before I swallowed my bite.

“Hi. I hope its okay that I joined the two of you, Eraserhead invited me.” I spoke and looked over to the hero. “You don’t have to be so formal when we’re not around my students, the other staff of the school, or out in public. Here, you can call me Shouta and you can call Mic, Hizashi when we’re alone.” He told me and I nodded, thinking that they were trying to pull something off like what Superman and Clark Kent did. Shouta smiled and gestured for me to sit next to him which I did, picking up my lunchbox and carrying it over to the empty spot in between the heroes. I felt so stiff and nervous being between the two. I also felt out of place being alone with them here. I knew that I should have refused Shouta’s request and gone to have lunch with the other Admins. But now I ate in silence, listening to the men chat amongst themselves as they devoured their meals. I finished mine as well and set my now empty bento box back into my bag and sat there stiffly as I still had some time before class was to start back up again for the afternoon classes, so I picked up my tablet and began to scroll through some of the more mundane variables that I didn’t need to attend to so I technically had the rest of the day off but I needed to process other variables so I had my day full. I sighed and Shouta looked to me. “You seem nervous. What’s going on? You don’t need to be nervous around friends.” He told me. I looked back at him and relaxed a little at his comment. Typically, Admins were to stay in a professional manner when around the people they were assigned to but it felt good to relax around these two at least. I knew I could around Hizashi because we had spent the last ten months working side by side at the radio station and got to know each other a little bit but I felt like I had to act in a more professional manner around Shouta that he carried himself and spoke to others.

“I’m glad that you consider me a friend… I know that Hizashi does because I’ve known him a bit longer. Its just that I’m an Administrator of Care and this is my first official day on this job and usually the Admins are to limit their interactions with the people that they are assigned, so I’m a little worried that my boss is going to be upset that I’m up here with you two.” I spoke and gave him a smile.

“Why would your boss be upset with you hanging out with other people than your co-workers? Aren’t we technically your co-workers too?” Hizashi asked, clearly his curiosity was getting the better of him.

“Everyone needs to have healthy interactions with other people than who they work with.” Shouta added. I shut my eyes tightly and gripped the fabric of my pants.

“This is a precaution so the Admins assigned to people in the field don’t get emotionally attached to the people they are assigned to. They are expected to find a friend within the group of Admins like everyone else.” I said to them in a serious tone as I took the rules I was given seriously as punishment for breaking one too many rules resulted with an Admin in the most secure jail in the universe they were in. In this case, I would be locked up in Tartarus Prison if I broke one too many rules for the Admins. Both heroes looked at me with a concerned look on his face.

“The Admin’s organization seems to be a little strict. They should loosen up on some of the socialization rules. I think all the Admins should be able to make friends with the people they are assigned to, what do you think, Hizashi?” Shouta spoke.

“I think that’s a great idea. Besides, I think Bryant and I are already friends since we’ve known each other for a few months by working at the Station.” He spoke and looked to me. I smiled, feeling good that I had friends now. “I guess it would be okay to have friends outside of the organization. It makes sense because the two of you have been friends since you went to sch-school here.” I stuttered a little then covered my mouth with my hand and shut my eyes tightly. How unprofessional of you. I thought to myself.

I felt Hizashi’s gloved hand rest on my shoulder and I looked at him. “Stuttering is alright, you know. No one is going to judge you here.” He told me and I looked to see Shouta nodded too and picking out some food that Hizashi had brought as extra up to eat.

“He’s right you know. I’m curious, what made you want to be an Admin?” Shouta asked as he ate his food. I looked over to him to try and make eye contact with him. “I wanted to care for people…I had lost control of my life at one point and became a puppet to an evil person. I eventually broke free and I searched for something that I could have control over. Seeing the ability come up to watch variables of a timeline that I’ve never known of before seemed interesting. As an Admin, you’re assigned to a set of people that you follow the variables for. I was given the teachers of the school. I remember meeting the two of you months ago when Taishiro brought you over that one day but I didn’t know the other members of the staff here at U.A. All the Admins are given tablets that are used to watch the variables play out and keep track of the information on the people they are responsible for. That’s why I know a bit more about the two of you without you knowing… It seems odd but not every Admin wants to take part in conversation with the people they are assigned to.” I told them, unaware of my hunger pains and that I had put an arm around my stomach as I was talking. Hizashi seemed to notice my gesture even though I didn’t. “Are you hungry still? I brought more than enough food for the two of us.” He spoke and handed me a container with what looked to be rice with fried chicken on top of it. I took the container and listened to Shouta as he spoke. “That makes sense. I think that you’ll be a good Admin, and I agree, you should eat something.” He told me. I sighed and slowly ate the food I was given. I noticed Hizashi was pushing other small amounts of food to me as he picked through and packed up other food that would be saved for later. I almost regretted eating the smaller amounts of food that Hizashi pushed to me, knowing that Taishiro would make a larger meal for dinner.

“I’m glad you think so. I already know so much that has happened and what’s going to happen that it’s almost overwhelming.” I spoke as I ate the food. Shouta looked at me an raised an eyebrow as Hizashi pushed a little bit of some kind of dessert to me, wanting to make sure that I didn’t go hungry.

“Oh?” I heard him speak. “Yeah… I can’t really talk about it though.” I spoke and finished the rest of my food and noticed the dessert, but politely refused it as I was full already. Hizashi took it back and put it into his lunch cooler. “Thank you for the food.” I spoke then stood up slowly to walk around a bit to help with digestion, so I looked out over the landscape that made up the campus of the school grounds and the surrounding area. “I didn’t know how pretty the school grounds were.” I spoke quietly.

“It always has been.” Hizashi spoke and walked up to me, putting a hand on my shoulder, and showing me where the different buildings are. “Over there are the gymnasiums. Sometimes the kids will want to train alone or with their friends. But they are close enough to the main building that we can still interfere if something were to go wrong with the students. As we were watching, I saw some of the students down in the gyms already training under the supervision of some of the other teachers.

“That’s good.” I spoke, hearing my tablet go off and I went to check it. I had a notification that I needed to head down to the forest to train with some of the other Admins. “I’m sorry to cut this short but I should get going. I have training with the other Admins.” I spoke as I gathered my things and headed to the door that would take me back to the various floors of the school. My stomach growled a bit more and I paused. Shouta followed me and handed me a small bag of food. “Please eat some more before you go. Not eating enough can lead to fatigue; judging by how your quirk works, how long you can use your quirk is by how much you’ve eaten. I won’t have someone burn themselves and their quirk out because they didn’t fuel it properly.” Shouta told me and I accepted the food, unwrapping the food to reveal that it was a giant steamed bun that I thanked him for. I usually wouldn’t accept this because I was already super self-conscious because of my curvier and heavier set body because of not knowing how to use my quirk properly over the past ten or so months.

“Make sure to eat enough. If someone has a problem with it, refer them to Hizashi or I. We will deal with them, okay?” He spoke. I wanted to leave so badly but I nodded and held the knob of the door as I ate the steamed bun that had sausage, egg, bacon, and cheese in it. “ We don’t need you passing out on us, now do we?” He told me. I swallowed my bite and looked at him. “No, but I won’t pass out from lack of food. It’s lack of water from what I was told that I would pass out from.” I spoke as I ate another bite of the bun, only leaving a small amount in my hand. Hizashi joined us, now having packed up the food and slung the food cooler over his shoulder and was heading back down to his next classroom. Once I finished the bun and threw away the wrapper, I said goodbye to Shouta and Hizashi, hurrying to open a portal to the ground just outside the forested area of the school campus where the other Admins had already gathered and were waiting for me. I stepped through the portal, only to be met by a very frustrated and fuming Hunter Smith.

“What the hell do you think you were doing by spending your lunch period with not one, but TWO of your characters?! It doesn’t matter now that this lunch is over. Just know that you will be spending your future lunch hours with one of your co-workers even if it has to be me! Now get your weapon out and get ready to train.” Hunter scolded me. I nodded and kept my eyes down. I pulled my pen out of my pocket and clicked it open, watching as my beautiful scythe unfolded and I carried it into the forest after Hunter.

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theclaravoyant · 1 year ago

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AN ~ I overfloweth with love for literate!Ed and decided to bring my little hc about him to life.

For @fictober-event’s Fictober 2023 prompt: “It's alright, I'm here now." A long time ago, Edward Teach took shelter in another bathtub, and his mother taught him about farm animals. (*also inspired by that one post about reading with your child. PLEASE link me if you know it) Masterpost of my Fictober OFMD fics

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death Characters/Relationships: Edward Teach & Mother Teach Tags: Hurt/Comfort, mild CW for some implied DV and internalised self hatred & racism similar to canon.

Also on AO3 (~700wd)

Charm

He didn’t mean to do it. He honestly didn’t, but he was tired and bored and the plates were slippery and soapy and the water was hot and it had just. Happened. Fallen and cracked on the floor and he’d panicked.

So now he was hiding in the bathroom waiting for someone to come and find him. His master or his father probably, he wasn’t sure which was going to be worse. He was too small to fight them but too young to have given up on feeling every bit of that smallness, that fear, those bruises. They were right, he was stupid, he was useless, he was a dirty street rat and hiding under the broken sink in the cobwebs and mildew until they came for him was what he deserved.

But tonight, it’s not what he got.

He got a quiet knock at the door.

“Edward?”

He lifted his head.

“Mama?” His voice came out a little squeak - good for a little rat. He hated it. But he didn’t hate it as much when she was there.

Gently, his mother pushed the door open. Her eyes softened, seeing him cowering there in the dirt, and she blinked back tears and rushed forward to sweep him out of his hiding place into her arms. It was so hard to protect him in this life. Every day it broke her heart. But every day he clung back to her and it kept beating.

“Tama, taku tama,” she whispered. “Edward…”

“I panicked,” he confessed.

“I know, love,” she crooned. “It’s alright, I’m here now.”

She kissed the top of his head, and pulled back just enough to look him in his big, sad eyes. She wiped the tears from his cheeks, and smiled sadly, until he smiled back. It crept onto his face at first, uncertain, but the sight of it filled her heart with healing. Her own smile widened and his did too, and at that - at that, she could sing.

She could not, of course, sing. Not here. Not now. But what she could do was bring out a little book she had secreted into the pockets of her skirt, and whisper conspiratorially;

“I have a present for you.”

Edward’s eyes widened. On the cover was a picture of a horse, prancing, beautiful. It was so delicately drawn and most definitely forbidden. But it was his mother, and she was magic.

“Come on. Let’s read.”

Resolute, his mother picked him up off the floor. Neither were ready to leave this little sanctuary, so she plopped them both into the big old tub. It had fallen into disrepair some time ago, but her skirts would protect them from any cracks or cobwebs. They were a working woman’s clothes, and like the woman herself, they endured.

Edward tucked himself into her lap and grabbed at her sleeve and her weathered hands, eager to follow as she pointed and talked him slowly through the words on the cover of the book: A Day at the Farm.

“Farrrrm,” he repeated.

“What other words sound like that one?” his mother asked. “How about - arm?”

She pointed at her arm. Traced upon it the letters, a, r, m.

“H-arm,” Edward suggested. He moved to draw them out too, but his mother caught his hand. She pressed her lips together, trying not to think about how much it hurt.

“How about ch-arm?” she suggested, leading him through drawing those characters instead.

“What’s that?” Edward asked.

“It’s like… when someone is nice to you,” his mother explained. “Usually someone who’s very attractive and lovely.”

“You mean like in a fairy story? Like Prince Charming?”

“Yes, exactly.”

He pondered this for a moment.

“Can other people be charming?” he asked. “Like, people who aren’t princes?”

“Of course they can, my love.”

“Oh. Cool.” He nodded. “Is this a fairy story?”

No, she almost told him. This is a simple story about a simple boy and his simple farm. This is a story about us. Actually, it’s about people much higher up and better off than us, even though they’re just a simple family on a simple farm.

But tonight, that’s not what she did.

“I suppose we’ll have to read on,” she said, “and find out.”

#fictober23 #edward teach #ed teach #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd fanfic #clara's fic tag

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Chaotic Quintet: 'Nights' of Chaos (Ch. 3)

Chapter Synopsis:

The Kanker Sisters seem to be handling the goats fine enough, as is everyone else with the rest of the Chaotic Quintet-- even if not the smoothest start, in some cases more than others. However, nothing can ever be too easy-- especially when someone else appears in the quintet’s drunken visions! Unlike the rest of Claire’s group, this big guy isn't about “harmlessly” recreating the FNAF games…

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If you're interested in reading elsewhere (and keeping track of the story), here are the links; if you're interested in reading here, click "keep reading"!

https://www.deviantart.com/clairevlcek/art/1123430455

https://www.furaffinity.net/view/58869547

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59122021/chapters/154866244

Chapter Title: The ‘Night’s’ Finally Over… Right?

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"Okay, girls..." Lee stands up from the hoofprints, "Looks like we got us a couple of horned kids to deal with..."

"Gee, this'll be fun..." Marie rolls her eyes, "We get stuck with ol' Teenage Angst and that crazy little creep..."

"Aww, they're not so bad..." May shrugs, "Big Ed and Alexis always seem to get along, it's so sweet."

"Yeah..." Marie looks at her, eyebrow raised, "Notice how you said YOUR MAN and said nothing about ol' Sarah Jr."

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. Or, his symbol: Seve sways and stumbles about, before the young buck tugs on Lee's jacket.

"Well, look who it is..." She stares at him, "You gonna make things easy then?"

"Hey, who the heck are you...?"

"Part of the bunch who's taking you back home, your only choices on that being: 'Do we wanna go back in nets or body bags?' We know how you maniacs get, and I’M at least planning to give back any trouble you cause us and then some!"

"A b-bunch...? Ya mean, like more 'anima-animatronics'...?"

"Anima-whats?"

"I think he's talking about those machines that you see at Chuck E. Cheese and stuff," Marie shrugs, "or whatever someone drunk would yap about.”

“We’ll be whatever it takes to get you all back home,” Lee huffs, “So, are we gonna make it easy or what?”

“I’m on a ceiling…!”

Yes, Alexis truly was: she hung from the top of her upside down feet, giggling at everyone below her broken ceiling light.

“Yeah, and you’re probably gonna bring it down in the next three seconds, huh?” Marie huffs, “I got this…”

She throws her net, colliding its head with Alexis’ and knocking the doe onto the ground.

“Huh, she went down easier than I thought…” Marie smirks, then frowns as the other stands, “Wait, nevermind…”

“Great idea…!” Alexis giggles, “We can catch Claire in this, then put her in a suit!"

"Nice goin', Marie," Lee growls, "you just gave one of 'em a weapon..."

Even Alexis holding a marshmallow instead would be concerning enough, nevermind something she could actually whack someone with or easily turn into a burning torch.

"Y-Yeah, we can net her...!" Seve agrees, "Uh, but where is she?"

"... Say, did you see her, fellow animatronics...?" Alexis points at the Kankers, "I-It should've been easy, when you each have three heads 'cause you only got one body..."

In Alexis' and Seve's warping visions, the Kanker Sisters stood together as some quadrupedal fox-spider of three heads. As for the sisters themselves, they clearly saw each other normally and thus stared at the goats: Marie raised an eyebrow, May scratched her head, and Lee's furrow brow remained hidden under her hair.

"... Yeah, we DID see Fido," Lee smirks, "In fact, she bolted from the joint. Right, girls?"

May and Marie look at each other, catching on, then agree and nod.

"I knew there's a reason we only found a dalmation!" Alexis gasps, "Seve, w-we gotta get out there...!"

“Yeah, you guys gotta hurry!” May takes either’s hoof, “She’s, uh… about to take a bus out of here, back at the Cul-De-Sac!”

“Why that little…!” Seve slightly falls back, shaking a fist, “Teach her to p-pull a fast one…!”

“Don’t worry, I made it easier to get her…” Alexis holds up her now-flaming net, “I increased v-visibility, and w-we can still catch her in it…!”

“Oh, no ya don’t!” Lee snatches it and stomps it out, “Last thing we need’s you two lighting the whole place up!”

“Who wants to bet she’s not even carrying a lighter…?” Marie points at the doe, then shrugs with that hand, “Might wanna rely on more than just your boots, Lee…”

“Trust me, Marie, I ain’t taking any chances… May, hold onto the entirety of ‘em, I don’t trust those two to just walk right now.”

May then lifts a kid underneath either arm, while either side has a sister close by and watching the specific goat. Unfortunately, a change of location will only increase personal devastation, when Tweedle-TNT and Tweedle-Plunge’ inevitably explode with each other’s help… Perhaps with a fiery literalness, even.

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The Eds travel through their portion of the building: Eddy and Double Dee keep their backs together and nets ready, while Ed walks alongside them and just holds his net to the side.

“Sarah, oh, Sarah…!” Ed cried, “Big Brother is here to take you home, along with everyone else who threatens to destroy the neighborhood more than we! Those little dickens…”

“It truly does feel like karma indeed, sometimes…” Double Dee sighs, “All that’s missing is the additional charge of a quarter beforehand…”

“Oh please, it ain’t like we were ever THIS bad!” Eddy huffs, “Most of the stuff we messed up was mostly ED, anyway…”

The mentioned man sniffles and wipes a tear away, a smile upon his face.

“Like big brother, like baby sister… I am so proud.”

“Yeah, yeah, she’s a real chip off the ol’ lump…” Eddy rolls his eyes, “‘Cause that’s just our luck, ain’t it? And when she’s not outdoing the ‘master’ herself, she’s got a whole army to help make everyone miserable…”

“Out of the way, fatheads…!” Sarah pushes past Eddy and Double Dee, “We’re looking for Claire… So, quit blocking our way…”

“I don’t see the slippery rascal down here, Sarah…” Jimmy’s masked head is (somehow) in a floor vent, “I’m afraid I don’t feel much breathable air down here, either…”

“Hi, Sarah!” Ed waves, “Hi, Baby-Brother-Adopted-By-Law!”

Double Dee comments, “Well, that was easy…”

“Don’t jinx it, Sockhead…” Eddy looks from him to Sarah, “Look, Frogmouth, do us all a favor and just knock off whatever’s goin’ on THIS time…” he scans the Freddy Fazbear head on her, “... Not sure I wanna know what, though… But do I ever?”

“Please listen to Eddy, Sarah…” Double Dee places a hand onto her shoulder, “Although it’s too late to entirely prevent any standard chaos, we can at least keep it to just that poor pizza establishment…”

“No, we’re messing with Claire, and that’s final…!” Sarah yanks her shoulder away, “And if you’re not gonna get out of the way, you’re gonna help make it possible…! Now, go on, s-scram and find her…”

She grabs Eddy.

“Hey, put me down, ya--!!”

Sarah chucks him into the opposing wall, making a large ceiling tile fall and crush Jimmy.

“Sarah, I officially have no air…!!”

“Suck it up, buttercup…” Sarah huffs, “You’ve got a Claire to find…” she points at the Ed Trio, “So do you guys, so quit just lookin’ the part and act it…”

In her and Jimmy’s intoxicated eyes: Eddy is a weasel, Double Dee is leopard gecko (or a “lizardman”), and Ed is a gerbil. The “weasel” then pushes himself free, leaving the wall and landing on Jimmy next. Unfortunately for the man in the Bonnie mask, Eddy’s fine with standing there for a bit…

Jimmy wheezes, “Sarah… DYING….”

“I’m about to ‘act’ out a game of Whack-A-Mole,” Eddy pats the net into his palm, “if you’re not gonna come quietly…!”

“You’re not hitting moles,” Sarah snarls, “you’re finding Claires!”

“Oh, we’ll find her, alright!” Eddy presses his face against hers, “While YOU guys are goin’ back to the Cul-De-Sac, before ya REALLY get into trouble!”

“There’s no suits to stuff her in, back there!”

“Just go back, before YOU get ‘stuffed’ into a body cast yourself! Trust me, Sarah, no one’s worried about holding back with an OVERGROWN frog-mouthed brat!”

Ed lifts Sarah up and away, worry on his face; while Double Dee slides in front of Eddy and holds his arms out.

“Now, now, peaceful resolutions are always possible…!” the second man assures Eddy, “Perhaps we simply need to tell them that we ‘saw’ Claire back in our very Cul-De-Sac, as we made our way here…?”

Eddy perks up at the idea.

“... Say, you’re right, Double Dee… Could’ve sworn I actually saw the half-pint strolling outta here and making her way back to their house…”

“Wait, she left…?!” Sarah growls, “Why that… that cheater! Jimmy, get up, we’re hunting a cheater now…”

Jimmy was likely dead now, from oxygen deprivation and having whatever remaining amount be crushed out of him. Then again, if falling TREES couldn’t kill the man as a young boy… Ed sat Sarah on his shoulders; while Double Dee and Eddy put either of Jimmy’s arms around their shoulders, supporting the foot-dragger between them.

“March, gerbil…!” Sarah points ahead, “I want that cheater in a suit yesterday…!!”

Before Ed can take a single step forward, Rolf crashes through the nearby wall: he pounced onto Claire, as she tried to make a turn in the ventilation system, and shoved her through metal and plaster. Of course, since Eddy and Double Dee held Jimmy, the accident-prone man shared the misfortune of getting crushed underneath debris. Claire repeatedly smacked her tablet against the son-of-a-shepherd-turned-shepherd’s head, though he remained unfazed.

“The miserable hunt has come to an end, She-Of-The-Dog’s-Ancestry!” Rolf lifts her by the literal collar, “Surrender yourself to the detainment awaiting your tomfoolery’s drunkenness, lest Rolf unleash his full wrath upon your miserable soul!”

Rolf raises his brow, as Claire stops her device-related assault. Was she actually surrendering? … No, she needed to press the “button” onscreen that rewinds the music box. She still needed to ensure “Music Mike,” or however Garbage Grump called him, didn’t go on a rampage of sorts… especially when Music Mike hates those who are the least bit canine. With the box fully wound, Claire decided to try swiping a paw across Rolf’s face instead. Honestly, nothing too different from what a farmer faces when defending against his livestock’s predators, despite his pause in reaction. When he DOES react: Claire is gripped by the tail, repeatedly slammed onto the ground. The tablet goes flying from Claire’s grip-- smacking Kevin in the face when his group finally enters the room, thus knocking him onto the ground. Jonny finally managed to snap out of his bitten hand’s pain prior, allowing him and Nazz to position Kevin in between them for optimal face-assault.

“Ow… What the heck…?” Kevin sits up and pulls the thing off, “... Hey, I thought I lost this thing. How’d you guys find it?”

Eddy, Double Dee and Jimmy then pop out from the debris pile.

“Sarah, look,” Jimmy points, “so many allies to finally help out with Claire. But first, we must get back to the Cul-De-Sac…”

Claire keeps a tight grip on her panda head, eager to hide herself from the duo it actually worked on. She also gets Eddy's attention, as he approaches.

“Hey, is that my old ‘Panda Eddy’ hat; where the heck did you get that…?” he struggles to pull it off, “Come on, the rest of your pals are already causin’ enough trouble in these stupid animal heads, last thing we need’s YOU joinin’ in!”

Eddy finally pops it off her, with Sarah and Jimmy taking immediate notice.

“Jimmy, she’s over there…!!”

“Deceiver; that is no dalmation…!!”

No “dalmation” indeed, but “DAMNATION” was arguably more accurate, thanks to Eddy dooming Claire… Sarah leaps from Ed’s shoulders and tackles the wolf-girl, thus Rolf by extension, crashing them into the debris pile. Double Dee and Rolf go flying away, along with the drywall pieces; leaving Sarah to sit on Jimmy’s back and hold Claire by the collar.

“Ha, got’cha!” Sarah presses a finger into her nose, “Now you’re goin’ into a suit for sure…!!”

“I’M going into a body cast for sure,” Jimmy adds, raising his index finger, “but it’s all worth it for fun shenanigans…”

Well, it might not have worked out with Rolf, or the “animatronic sheepdog,” but a desperate pup always bites… and also scratches if they can. Claire goes from wolf to ravaging feline: she sends fabric, hair and mask components flying when she spins around the two. She always did make the ravagings by a younger Sarah instead seem more pleasant-- even when back then, a smaller Sarah’s jaws could crush metal. On the bright side, the “game” of recreating Fazbear Entertainment’s horror series was over for the man and woman, now that their masks were gone and they could no longer be “animatronics.”

“Darn it, Claire,” Sarah glares her scratched-up face toward her, “you ruined everything! You wait right there; until Jimmy and I get new costumes, so we can continue bringing your stupid game to life…!”

“Hey, that’s perfect,” Eddy pops up behind them, “‘cause we’ve got all sorts of costumes back at your place! So, why don’t we head on over; so you guys can not only get all dressed up again, but also rest up and have the energy to keep your stupid little ‘game’ going?”

Sarah and Jimmy just shrug.

“Okay…”

“Great, I’ll lead the way…” Eddy puts an arm around either, “While the rest of you guys lead the way for small, short and rabid over there…”

He motions a thumb to poor Claire, who’s on all fours and trembling. Double Dee sighs. Of course Eddy would saddle everyone else with the most vicious of the Chaotic Quintet-- despite Sarah and Seve also existing in it. Then again, ALEXIS is also in the group. … Look, just don’t touch the little puppy-girl over there, and that doe will only earn the appropriate “Lord-Help-Us-All” title through her more zany and scarily clever antics. At the very least, despite Claire’s arguably greatest lethality of the bunch, any little pup will relax with the proper kind touch and words--

“Time for Rolf to tame the savage beast!!”

Well, an experienced farmer pouncing onto and wrestling with an animal (or animal-kid) helps too…

“Rolf has fought wee baby coyotes with a mightier bite, Wolf-Girl!” Rolf headlocks her, “Be it defending his flock or how else the mighty shepherd must reign down his wrath upon foolish beasts, you shall face almighty defeat-- without even the mighty shoe!”

No one else knows what to do: they’re definitely afraid of the poor girl getting hurt, but they’re also afraid of themselves getting hurt by her. However, one bystander makes his presence known: he sticks his muppet head out from the nearby trash can, still wearing that security cap between his trumpet-like horns.

“Hey, security mutt!” Garbage Grump proclaims, “I thought I told ya to keep an eye on Music Mike! Thanks to you, he’s now allll cranky and is throwing quite the tantrum! … Although, now may be a good time to remind ya that Fazbear Entertainment isn’t responsible for injury nor death to people-- and ho boy, are YOU in for some ‘death and injury’ with that canine side of yours. Well, hasta la vista, I’m not sticking around to watch that traumatizing mess! … Emphasis on ‘mess’...”

As the purple puppet retracts into the can; it’s only Claire, Sarah and Jimmy who noticed his presence at all-- and it’s only THEM who seem to notice the foreboding stomps and figure approaching. A giant yeti-looking beast of clarinet horns, xylophone teeth, purely red eyes, and sharp guitar chip nails stands there: in the hallway, he breathes heavily and lets them stare horrifiedly at his black form, until he lets out a mighty roar and raises his arms. Garbage Grump then pops his head back out from the can.

“As you can see, I’M also the looker in our family. Have fun dying, especially YOU, mutt.”

He goes back in; as Sarah and Jimmy scream in terror, while Claire’s jaw drops and her ears droop atop her head.

“What?” Eddy looks at them, “What’s the problem all of a--?”

Claire manages to scramble free from Rolf’s grasp, while Sarah and Jimmy jump onto their quadrupedally running friend’s back as she passes.

“Sarah, I don’t care for the game right now…!”

“Claire, we’ll stop playing if you get us out of here…!!”

Now, hunting “animatronics” have become part of the hunted humans… However, it’s sure to become “hunted humans and goats,” assuming Seve and Alexis hadn’t finished themselves off (and the Cul-De-Sac they returned to) already…

[End Chapter]

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... Anyone else concerned that The Living Tombstone's 3rd FNAF song is about to become reality? Also, this is the beauty of crack fanfiction: you can have official characters mingle together, you can have your original characters mingle with them-- all in the name of good, chaotic fun! Now, who wants to bet they'll even have a Cul-De-Sac to hide in from Music Mike (who I now want to see in an actual Corn Kidz 64 game)?

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rcreveal · 4 months ago

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The Trouble with a Keen Manager-Ch 5

How can Crowley keep the Bentley safe (and vice versa) without access to demonic powers? Paperwork battles with his keen new manager are on. And Crowley finishes the nightshift at the Dirty Donkey before Dave offers a surprising perk.

Crowley stomped back to where he'd parked the Bentley, finding chalk on the tires. The meter maid had already found her. Crowley wiped out the chalk marks, but knew it was no good, the Bentley was too distinctive to miss. He had to move her.

Opening the driver's side door, he put the car into neutral and started to push. With a monumental effort, he got the wheels to turn over, thank Someone for Doc Marten treads, but he wouldn't be able to get to a safe parking spot without getting her to another street. The engine barely shifted when he reached for a miracle. All afternoon, between Aziraphale needling him and dealing with the customers at the pub, he'd been cataloging what was blocked from him: miracles, menace, sense of dread, demon faces, transmutation, cheating, and unseen stealing, to name a few.

At the pub, he’d had to resort to other measures practiced over the long years of the Arrangement. Might as well try that here.

“Who's a good lass, then? You are! Who's the best car ever made? You!” he gasped as he tried to rock the car over a sudden pothole. “And you know what you can do? You clever girl!” he crooned.

“You. Can. Drive. Your. Self!” Each word of the last sentence was punctuated with a huge shove as he strove to escape the gravity well of the pothole. This had better work or he was going to pop something. On the last word, the engine turned over and the car rolled forward. Tripping on the pothole, Crowley just caught himself on the door, before it scooped him in and started to move off.

A delighted smile on his face, Crowley put his hands on the wheel saying, “Right! Let's get you somewhere safe!” And the engine stopped again.

“Aarrrghghgh!!!!” Crowley burst out, barely resisting hitting his beloved car. Insead, he dropped his forehead onto his balled fists still clutching the wheel while taking stock.

Hanging on the wheel to keep from beating it with his forehead, underthings still damp, wearing an angel's castoffs, his temper finally snapped. It would not be healthy to hear the curses, imprecations, and invectives of a demon capable of all human languages and several demonic ones, so I'll spare you that.

The couple of toughs who he'd turned off the co-eds heard him and decided they would not be trying to teach Crowley a lesson and would be instead going home for a quiet evening in. They knew bad news when they saw it.

Rage and frustration finally spent, Crowley threw himself back in his seat, hands sliding over his eyes and down over his chin.

The Bentley started.

“What the…!?” Crowley barked and grabbed the wheel.

The Bentley stopped.

Crowley tilted his head and lifted his hands off the wheel slowly.

The Bentley started.

“Really!?” Crowley lowered one hand towards the wheel. The engine started to die and he snatched it away.

“Fine. Marvelous! You can drive yourself. That's what I said, and you are, and that's just…mmmMMM,” he stuffed his hands under his armpits, biting back the angry comments. “So we need to get you somewhere safe from parking tickets, understand?”

Reving a bit, the Bentley started off into the Soho neighborhood, it had just the place.

Meanwhile, Crowley was digging in the dash where Usher’s new report forms had started turning up.

“Oh, you want reports, do you? I'll give you reports! You want me to ask for requisitions? I'll make you rue the day you developed Form 42!” Crowley vowed, starting to write furiously as the Bentley went to ground.

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Shax stood next to Furfur's desk. He'd met her at the acid dispenser and just said hollowly, “You'd better…in all my days…years of service!...just come with me!” Furfur led the way to his office deep down in Requisitions and made a gesture at his desk.

Where his desk should be.

“What am I looking at?” Shax asked in her clipped formal speech.

“My desk! Where my desk is supposed to be, but isn't because it's under all these bloody requisition forms!” While they watched, several more wafted on top of where Shax assumed the Inbox must be.

“Remind me again. What's supposed to happen with each of these forms?” inquired Shax impassionately.

“They’re supposed to be converted into reports with tallies of each type of request for each demon operative and in total. Then those reports and the requisition forms go to Usher for sign off, then I can distribute the requisitioned items. That’s how it works now.” grumbled Furfur.

“It wasn’t always done this way?” asked Shax, watching papers gently slide down the sides of the mound.

“Not like this! Demons on Earth requisitioned for big stuff, but not for,” Furfur grabbed a random form, “ ‘Menacing the Innocent’, ‘ichor’, ‘A sense of creeping unease,’ ‘transmutation of libatious drinks’, ‘transportation by conveyance’,” Furfur thwacked the upper part of the form with his fingers. “This is stuff that’s always been standard-issue! Imagine! A demon that can’t menace?”

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Dave locked the front door of the Dirty Donkey, after ushering out the last patrons, signaling only the beginning of the end of Crowley’s first night shift at the Dirty Donkey. Carrying a bus bin from table to table, Crowley cleared up the empty pint glasses and stemmed glasses, careful of the wine glass stems, collecting plates that had held the simple pub fare Dave offered on weeknights. Crowley’s hands were doing the tidying up on automatic, but leaving your hands to their own devices could get a bloke in trouble. The demon was surprised that his hands were slipping rinds of cheese and crusts of pasty into his spog without breaking their efficient collection of the dirties in his circuit from front room to kitchen. Dave had said to get the front cleaned and ready before they’d work through the remaining dishes.

Glancing surreptitiously at his watch, as he left the kitchen for another run, industrial dishwasher running behind him, Crowley was brought up short by a freshly made plowman’s plate at chest height.

“Huh?” Crowley looked up into Dave’s face.

“Come over here, Anthony. You haven’t taken a break all evening,” Dave set the plowman at a booth out of sight of the street, across from a plate of meat pasties. “Doncha know it’s the law that you take breaks?” Dave said around a bite of the pasty.

Crowley shrugged, “Wanted to show willin’,” he said, trying to think of a way to tactfully tell Dave that he didn’t eat, when his treacherous hands brought the hunk of cheese to his mouth.

Then his mouth went and bit the food even as he started to say, “I’ll just finish up in the front…” Instead it sounded like, “I’ll mmmMMMmmm,” then he wasn’t thinking at all for a bit, because the food tasted so good! How had he missed that the pungent cheese and chewy bread and sweet-sour pickle would meld and mix like this! The headache he’d had for the past while started to fade, the shakiness he’d been ignoring subsided in a wave of …contentment!??? A huge yawn broke over his face as what felt like decades of tiredness hit him. What was going on!?? Making to get up to finish the job, Crowley was stopped mid-rise when Dave grasped his shoulder, “Yer done, lad. Go on, get out of here so I'm not outta compliance with the mandatory breaks,” he winked and handed Crowley a manilla envelope jingling with the night’s tips which Crowley immediately slipped into his spog.

Lad???

“Be back here for the night shift tomorrow!” Dave said, giving the confused Crowley a little push towards the back door.

“A-alright. Thanks, Dave,” Crowley said.

“An’ Anthony?” Crowley turned back in time to catch a paper bag hitting his chest. “Meals are part of your pay. Come by before your shift and grab something.”

Crowley opened the bag to see two meat pasties nestled within. Grinning, he asked, “What about alcohol?”

Dave laughed, “No, lad. An’ not here!”

Crowley smirked, but nodded and left the pub out the kitchen door into the alley. Being cheeky gave him a little lift. The Bentley was waiting for him, even though it hadn’t been parked here before. Crowley let himself in, careful not to touch the steering wheel.

“We’ll have to push off, you know,” he said to the car, which started up and rolled smoothly away from the Dirty Donkey. Crowley pulled the upper part of the kilt off his shoulder and rearranged it around his head and torso like a blanket. The tiredness that had receded briefly piled back on, so despite his efforts to keep track of where they were going, Crowley fell asleep as the light of the street lamps strobed across the dash.

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nothorses · 2 years ago

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What you're touching on here is actually something that the education field as a whole is really moving toward; my ed program(s) definitely taught me a couple of intersecting principles here, namely:

Valuing expertise from within the community (culturally responsive)

Community members teaching their own community (culturally responsive)

Assessment for learning vs. assessment of learning, i.e., assessing what students have learned so you can adjust to teach them better, rather than assessing just to give them a grade.

I'm sure there's some other stuff here, but I think a lot of this is also rooted in indigenous teaching practices; community-based, hands-on, & teaching what the community knows and values rather than broadly standardized, one-size-fits-all education.

My point just being that a lot of people are doing this work, and have been for a long time. And if this is something that interests you, I really recommend learning more! You might try For White Folks Who Teach in the Hood (and the Rest of Y'all Too) by Christopher Emdin, as a starting point; Ch.5 on co-teaching touches on a lot of what you've mentioned, and why it works.

extremely fucking weird to have to convince leftists that fighting for a better public education system & better wages for teachers is not, like, the Lame Establishment Dem take or whatever.

It is not Cool and Radical to advocate for the dissolution of the entire public education system in favor of Everyone Doing Their Own Thing. what you're describing is libertarianism, and a system that directly and dramatically benefits fascist right-wingers and child abusers.

the community-centered child rearing yall love to talk about exists. it desperately needs to be improved, but the bones are here, and they're already doing a lot of legwork in the fight against aggressive nuclear family isolation.

it's called public school, you fucking dweeb.

#education

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blakbonnet · 11 months ago

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"If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I'll bet they'd live life a lot differently" "I'll still be your boyfriend" - Ed and Stede as Calvin and Hobbes

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd fanart #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #Edward teach #Stede bonnet #Ed teach #my art #ofmd art #calvin and hobbes #I've had a very art focused day actually #ch redraw

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jtenvs3000w24 · 1 year ago

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Blog Post #5: Citizen science in nature and demographics

While growing up, attending school and at time volunteering I had noticed a growing trend for environmental stewardship. Coincidentally my own interests also shifted in this direction towards the environment. I feel that the article Convergence between science and environmental education covers this perfectly. In today’s society there is a greater emphasis in environmental science and environmental education which unfortunately, was not as much of a concern in older curriculum. As stated in the article the three main focuses of environmental education today are; 1) developing thinking capacity to 2) make inform conditions and 3) act individually and together to benefit the environment (Wals, A., et al, 2014). These three principles tie together nicely as a natural thinking process with inevitable action. Despite the only recent growth and still growing concern, simply teaching children and youth alone in schools and through interpretation, would not be enough to create change and spread knowledge as far as possible. Aiming towards adults and elderly audiences as well will help.

Incorporating new ideas into education and interpretation are good examples of innovative solutions that will work to help foster more environmental stewards and at the very least more people who are informed of the current environmental issues. Incorporating edible gardens and more green spaces into schools to me sounds like a fun idea and something I feel I would have enjoyed (Stevenson, R., et al, 2013). It also works to teach basic skills like gardening and growing crops which are transferable skills that would work to increase the public interest of community gardens and individual gardens by passing on these skill and knowledge to parents. There may also be the added benefit of having more green spaces in schools as a comfortable aesthetic which works to distress students.

I had never really considered the importance of citizen science and the role it plays in research and informing the public. I knew of the term citizen science but had never really seen it in practice or read about it much. It’s interesting to think that there are whole niche communities that use citizen science as their primary research like in Trinidad and Tobago (Overdevest, C., et al, 2004). Its kind of like an indie science that delivers research results in a different manner that is more accessible and comprehensible for the public, made by citizens for the science word and other citizens.

In the article Evaluating Environmental Education, Citizen Science, and Stewardship through Naturalist Programs, it was interesting to see the different reaches of science within a specific field. Focusing on the areas where demographics of groups participating in citizen science and research as a whole were specific to a few demographics (Merenlender, A., et al, 2016). Whether it be naturally or by choice I thought it was an interesting observation to note. The fact that this article addresses it and therefore aims to work on closing this gap of data for science fields. In doing so, there will be a wider spread of knowledge and less misinformed or uniformed communities and individuals. This will work to increase the individual and community stewardship gaps by addressing interpretation bias on some level, even if its just through word of mouth from minority and misrepresented communities.

References

Wals, A. E., Brody, M., Dillon, J., & Stevenson, R. B. (2014). Convergence between science and environmental education. Science, 344(6184), 583-584.

Stevenson R. B., Brody M., Dillon J., Wals A. E. J., Eds., International Handbook of Research on Environmental Education (Routledge, New York, 2013).

Hargreaves L. G., Educ. Rev. 6, 69 (2008); www.developmenteducationreview.com/issue6-perspectives2.

Overdevest C, Orr CH, Stepenuck K. 2004. Volunteer stream monitoring and local participation in natural resource issues. Human Ecology Review 11: 177–185.

Merenlender, A. M., Crall, A. W., Drill, S., Prysby, M., & Ballard, H. (2016). Evaluating environmental education, citizen science, and stewardship through naturalist programs. Conservation Biology, 30(6), 1255-1265.

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Mortem ad Wrens Ch 4: Mad Banquet

Summary:

tw: underground crime syndicate, drug running, Ed behaviors Akira: friendship? Shinso: NO FRIENDS! ONLY STUDY! Akira: …work connections? Shinso: …fine

Notes:

‘text’ is JSL Text is thoughts

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The next couple days were blessedly incident-free, although Bakugo kept trying to fight Midoriya for some reason. Akira was starting to see what caused the small starburst scars along the latter’s arms and back. Kaminari profusely apologized for the battle trial, but Akira just shrugged them off, the cream seemingly worked better on fresh burns and scars than old ones. Dark Shadow still picked up on their discomfort around Kaminari and gave the kid warning glares when he got too close.

The press at the front gates on Wednesday led Akira to just warp inside, shuddering at the cameras that could have caught their image. Media attention was the last thing they needed, and of course it was about All Might. At least Aoyama seemed to enjoy the attention.

‘Blank!’ Akira signed from behind him in the lunch line. ‘Want to eat outside with us?’ they gestured to Tokoyami and Koda ahead of them.

Shinso’s eyes narrowed, searching Akira’s face. ‘Why?’

Akira cocked their head, confused. ‘You know JSL. Animal Whisper and I know JSL. We’re tutoring Raven and Dark Shadow, and you seem like you could use a… connection?’

‘I’m not here to make friends!’

‘Like I said, connection. If you don’t like us, you can leave at any time. No hard feelings.’ After a moment, Akira continued. ‘I know I’m going to be an underground hero, and Raven is considering it as well. Your quirk would be perfect for it, so if nothing else, we’ll know whether we want to work together in the future.’

Shinso stared at them for a long moment, grabbing their tray before nodding sharply. Akira grinned and gave a thumbs up to Koda and Tokoyami. Lunch Rush looked like he was going to apologize for the other day, but Akira rapidly shook their head, glancing at Shinso before taking their servings.

Koda tapped on Shinso’s shoulder as they walked to their tree, smiling apologetically at the boy’s flinch. ‘I usually interpret for Reaper. If you’re more comfortable signing than talking, I can interpret for you, too.’

After a moment, Shinso muttered, “I’m fine.”

‘Oh, I was meaning to ask you,’ Akira signed as they lowered themself with their cane, turning slightly to give Shinso a little privacy. ‘Are you safe? At home, I mean? I’ve seen scars like the ones you’re concealing before.’

Shinso immediately reached up to where the scars were just slightly indented in his skin, the discoloration mostly covered by basic concealer. They frowned for a moment before his expression softened. ‘I wasn’t, but I think I am now. They haven’t done anything like this.’

Seeing the sliver of uncertainty in his expression and the cautious yet hanging in the air, Akira tried to give a reassuring smile. ‘If they pull anything like that, and I mean anything, tell me. I’ve helped kids out of those situations before, and I’ll do it again in a heartbeat.’

Shinso chuffed and nodded, turning back to the other two. “Mori said you’re teaching Tokoyami JSL.”

Koda smiled and started explaining what they’d covered as Akira scarfed down most of their food and packed a quarter of it for dinner. Akira occasionally corrected Tokoyami’s gestures but mostly kept to themself, double-checking their math for what they needed this month.

Akira jumped to their feet and steadied themself on the tree as a loud alarm blared across campus, head swiveling to search for the cause. ‘I’m warping to the top to see if I can spot anything. If a teacher is near, ask them what’s going on.’

The others nodded, and Akira tossed up a tuft of grass as they warped, clone immediately dispelling. From the roof of the cafeteria, they could see the hoard of paparazzi pressing against… Where the hell are the gates? Alarm spiked through Akira as they noticed the protective barrier over the gates was reduced to a small pile of rubble. After a moment, they saw two teachers – Aizawa and Yamada from their attire – fast walking towards the gates.

After seeing no other disturbances from their vantage point, Akira noticed the Big Three walking up to their group, Nejire talking animatedly as they grew uncomfortable. Akira warped right between Nejire and Shinso, a handful of gravel dispelling their clone as they landed. They swayed dangerously for a moment before catching themselves on their proffered cane.

‘What do you know about the situation? And was the alarm for the press and barrier destruction or something else?’ they rapidly signed to the trio, tapping their cane for emphasis. Nejire took a step back, surprise coloring her face as Amajiki and Togata startled into loose stances before dropping them.

“That was the intruder alarm, yes. We haven’t heard exactly what happened, but that would definitely trigger it. We heard from your classmates that you four usually eat outside so came to make sure you were alright,” Togata said and introduced the trio.

“Were you invisible? Ooh! Are you the new warp student? How far can you go? I love your hair. How do you get it so sleek? How do you know JSL?”

Akira took a step back, wobbling slightly as their cane hit a dip as their eyes narrowed at the girl. ‘Kami, you talk more than Broccoli. We need to get back to class since the alarm should stop soon.’

Amajiki stifled a snort and Togata laughed, a little confused. “Broccoli? Ah, is that your green-haired classmate? I hope he’s doing well after the entrance exam. I’ve never seen Aizawa so exasperated over a student that quickly.”

Akira nodded and gestured for the others to start heading to the lunchroom. ‘We really should be going now, thank you for the concern.’ Akira kept themself between their group and Nejire, pointedly ignoring her questions as they walked. After a moment, the questions tapered off as a much softer voice asked her to stop bothering them.

The hallway to classes was starting to decongest as an announcement was made, and Akira was bewildered to see Ida hovering over the doorway looking a little nauseous before he suddenly dropped. Uraraka must’ve sent him up where he could see. This must’ve been a nightmare when the alarm went off.

Heroics was mostly spent going over drills and different codes for the school. Akira met their interpreter for the class, a woman named Jo Anii with a Thinker quirk that let her understand any spoken or signed language. Akira let a small smile settle on their face as they noticed one of Ectoplasm’s clones off to the side whose sole attention was on All Might.

That night, it seemed every runner, dealer, and muscle were at the bar. Mortis wove through the crowd but was stopped at the door to the back by Au, Boss' main guard with a basic strength enhancement quirk.

“Not tonight, kid. Boss wants to talk to everyone tonight before handing out assignments,” she scowled.

Shrugging, Mortis melded back into the crowd. Ayaka and Azumi made a pass at pickpocketing, earning them each a rap on the knuckles and a smirk. ‘Distractions only work if the other one is quiet enough. Remember to slide your feet,’ Mortis signed. The siblings groaned and slunk back into the crowd, barely acknowledging the critique.

After a few more minutes, Boss finally emerged, Au falling in step behind her. “Good to see everyone gathered again. Unfortunately, this time isn’t for celebration but a warning. A new group of villains is recruiting for a large operation on Friday, and I don’t want any of you to get involved. They don’t care about age, and intel wouldn’t put it past them to grab people if they need more bodies. Stick with your partner, and if you don’t have a roommate, we’re opening the back for the next two nights. If you sign up, you’re on your own and outside my protection.” Boss scanned the room, catching Mortis’ eye briefly. “If you haven’t been assigned a partner yet, come see me. The rest of you, stay safe and stay vigilant.”

Mortis waited for the newer, unpaired members to finish with Boss before approaching. ‘I’m not staying if that’s what you’re wondering.’

“Mortis, I understand your situation is complicated, but you’re not going to be kidnapped under my watch,” Boss sighed.

Mortis huffed and tapped their cane for emphasis. ‘I can handle myself! I’ve been eating enough to make an escape if I need to, and my partner is also living on their own. I’m 15, not 10.’

“Your partner is in his thirties and can pay for their own place. You are still physically a child, and even if you’re willing to take the risk, I won’t.”

Mortis glared up at the imposing woman, clenching their fists to stop the shaking. A night at base was always more than just a night, and they couldn’t risk being seen or heard more than necessary.

After a long moment, a cough echoed from behind them. Mortis shied to the side, tensing as they saw Dabi approach. He must’ve been the last one needed before the announcement. “If you need a place to stay, I have a flat nearby. You’d be on the couch, and the kitchen is on its last legs.”

Au interpreted Mortis’s dismissive signs. ‘One run does not constitute trust, Wildfire. Like I told Boss, I’ll be fine.’ They turned to Boss. ‘Now, any runs for tonight or should I go?’

Two runs later, Akira’s legs burned as they leaned more heavily on their retrieved cane. They switched gears to buy the protein drinks and powdered milk from the corner store Eraser Head sometimes grabbed iced coffee from on his way to patrol. Lucking out, they waved at the tired hero as they entered behind him.

An eyebrow quirked as he said, “What are you doing out so late? It’s a school night.”

Akira checked their old watch with a frown, ‘It’s only 2300. I needed to pick up a couple things before finishing the English paper.’

“That’s not due for another week. You should sleep more,” Eraser Head sighed at Akira’s small smirk and checked his phone. “I’ll walk you back.”

Akira shook their head, taking a half step back. ‘No really, that’s fine. You’ll be late for patrol if you do that.’ Akira quickly grabbed their supplies and flashed the sign for distraction to the cashier.

“It’s not a problem, kid,” Eraser Head sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Just let me-”

“Um, I’m sorry, sir, but your card was declined,” the cashier interrupted. Grateful, Akira made a mental note to tip em next time. Cho had a minor electrical interference quirk that only worked on small devices and chips, but ey used it to help anyone ey recognized who wasn’t actively harming the community.

Taking a risk on the rooftops, Akira warped twice, dispelling both clones, to put some distance between them and Eraser Head. Eventually, they circled back around to their warehouse, checking the minor inconveniences of traps they’d set with more precision than usual. Most of the time, smaller critters and pests left the traps as they were or didn’t bother resetting them. The plank of wood a few inches to the right of where they’d placed it would normally make Akira question their memory, but that night, they moved on to their backup warehouse. Hopefully, whatever the new group was planning wouldn’t be in the warehouse district.

Notes:

Dadzawa: why are you up past your bedtime? Akira: What bedtime? Dadzawa: … Akira: … Oh that bedtime! I gotta go, byeee

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