#empty classroom

[sagent-of-chaos]

i just met a girl named maria

[cultiii]

ライブ映像 - GIRLS BOUT Vol.2

2/18開催 GIRLS BOUT Vol.2での演奏を公開しました。

[xnarlie-starlightx]

“Dismissed”

[diieiv]

GIRLS BOUT Vol.2 - [ Intro ]

　computer fightのギタリスト・諦念玲奈氏の影響で「ガセネタの荒野」を読んだ。1977年頃にのみ活動したあるバンドの記録。 「言うも愚かな事だが、書くことは事実を写し取る手段ではない。もし嘘という言葉を使うのであれば、書くこと自体が、不可避的に嘘をつくことだ」という自己弁護を始める前に、著者 大里俊晴は次のように誓ってみせる。 「僕が、僕らについて」「事実」だと「認識している事しか書かない」

　ではその約30年後、2010年代・インターネット及び東京周辺で起きたインディーロックシーン——Boyish, For Tracy Hyde, (仮)ズ, Elfs In Bloom, Once A Day, TenkiameやFragile Flowers, littlegirlhiace, Kensei Ogata, Shortcake Collage Tape或いはCanata Records等インディー・ネットレーベル達——の活動は、いつか誰かが記録にしてくれるだろうか。 　彼らは疑うべくもなく存在し多くの作品を生み出したが、だからといって"荒野"のような記録が残ることは無かった。 　 　しかし2023年現在。「GIRLS BOUT Vol.2」が開催されること、すなわち企画者littlegirlhiaceとFUZZKLAXON, そしてTTUD, カルト3, Murray a cape, Empty Classroomらがまさに今共演する事となったのは、この企画が前述の「2010年代・インターネット及び東京周辺のインディーロックシーン」から地続きの物であるからという事に他ならない、……などとは決して断言しないが、それでも忘れたり無かったことには断じて出来ない不可分な要因の一つだ。 　 　littlegirlhiace・ふにゃっち氏はかつてFragile Flowersのサポートドラムをしており(2017年4月開催の千葉SHOEGAZER出演時)、littlegirlhiaceとしてのキャリアのスタート、つまり1st E.P.であるセルフタイトルのリリースは2017の1月であった。 （以降アルバムを年2, 3枚という脅威のスピードでリリースし続けている。また、そもそもlittlegirlhiaceとはバンド名というよりは彼のロックバンド・プロジェクトであり、スタジオアルバムはあくまで全て彼1人の演奏およびセルフミックス・マスタリングで仕上げられた作品であることは強調しておきたい。） 　FUZZKLAXON・Nota氏はバンド始動以前、学生時代より動画サイト等にオリジナル楽曲を投稿。愛知在住ということもあって10年代中頃まで東京周辺シーンと直截に交差することは長らく無かったものの、いまは亡き渋谷乙でのGirl Ghostとの共演以前からFUZZKLAXONはSNS等でその名の知れた存在であった。 　また、*⑴昨年 2022年11月、littlegirlhiaceと念願の共演を果たしたPot-pourriはSawawo氏(Ex-Once A Day）、液晶氏(Ex-(仮)ズ)が在籍しており、そしてTTUDのメンバーは全員、Sawawo氏が学生時代に所属していた軽音部の部員、つまり同級・先輩後輩の間柄だった。 　Empty Classroom・坂口氏は学生時代、littlegirlhiaceの楽曲にインスパイアされて作曲を始める。 　Murray a capeのメンバーと私は自身らのバンド活動が始まる前から知人であったし、何より「GIRLS BOUT Vol.2」での共演よりもずっと前からlittlegirlhiace, FUZZKLAXON, TTUDは勿論、先に挙げたアーティスト達の熱心なリスナーだった。 　2010年代のシーンから2023年現在まで、個人/バンドの局所的な営みが緩やかに絡み合って続いている。 　そしてそれら現在進行形の収束点こそ、littlegirlhiace・ふにゃっち氏が「FUZZKLAXONとカルト3の共演を観たい」という（あくまで一因だが）意思のもと企画・開催した「GIRLS BOUT Vol.2」であった。 　2023.04.11 ------------------------------------ *⑴ 4月11日公開当初、littlegirlhiaceとPot-pouuriが既に複数回（=2公演以上）に渡り共演しているような書き方をしてしまいました。Sawawo氏ご本人より、両者の共演は2023年4月22日時点で1度であるとご指摘を頂戴しました。 　先ず、明確に意図して「現在から顧みた主観的な過去の記録」の側面を文章に持たせようとしているにも関わらず、このような誤った情報を公開しましたことをお詫び申し上げます。 　そして、ご指摘のお陰で本文が「私個人の回想やノスタルジー」だけではなく、客観的視点を含めた「記録」的側面を持つ事が出来たのではないかと存じます。 　注釈というスペース��中で大変恐縮ですが、まずは書中にて御礼申し上げます。(2023.4.22)

illustrated by Nota (FUZZKLAXON)

[unrealityliminal]

[ihateyouvulpesinculta]

arcade gannon???what are you doing on the tv??? what kind of class is this???

[lulublack90]

Prompt 20 - Transfiguration Classroom

@wolfstarmicrofic November 20, word count 348

“Why is it we always end up in here?” Remus asked between kisses. “It’s like you’re trying to get us caught by McGonagall,” He complained as Sirius nipped at his bottom lip. 

“You know me, Moony, I like to live dangerously,” Sirius smiled against his lips, pecking little kisses on and around his mouth. “Besides, McGonagall’s in her office upstairs, and she hasn’t got any more classes today,” Sirius moved his mouth to Remus’s neck and sucked on his pulse point. Remus felt his knees go weak. He hadn’t even known that was a thing until Sirius had kissed him there the first time. He relaxed into Sirius’s touch and forgot that they were even in the transfiguration classroom. 

It didn’t last long. Less than a minute later, the proximity charm he’d set went off, and someone began to open the door. Without a word, Sirius pulled James’s invisibility cloak out of his bag and threw it over them both just as McGonagall walked into her classroom. 

Remus tried to keep silent, but Sirius, being the menace he was, had pressed himself against Remus and reached up to continue sucking little bruises into the column of his neck. Remus had to clamp his hand over his mouth to stop from moaning. But he must have made a noise because McGonagall looked up from her desk right at them. 

She stood up and walked slowly towards where they were hiding under the cloak when a loud bang from down the corridor made them all jump. She took a long breath and expelled it sharply through her nose before she went to see what all the commotion was. 

“Prongs, my absolute hero,” Sirius grinned at him as they quickly gathered their things and made a hasty retreat. He must have spotted them on the map and seen McGonagall come in. He probably thought they were pulling a prank and needed some help getting out of there. 

“No more transfiguration classroom,” Remus hissed into Sirius’s ear as they hurried back up to Gryffindor Tower. Sirius agreed. That had been too close. 

[lexithwrites]

new potions professor regulus x older dada teacher remus <3 i love them

Okay YES hot teacher romance?? Regulus would walk into DADA classes without knocking to get things he needs and Remus is like um hello professor black can I help you? And regulus just smiles and gets what he wants before looking Remus up and down — Remus is bright red for at least an hour after that

[ddejavvu]

if you take MY seat in class after three weeks of me sitting in it and claiming it as my own fuck you

[sagent-of-chaos]

screams

[amalllalone]

I tried too.

....I'm traumatised.

For this game I made comprised of brain rot

[aldisobey]

WIP Word Game!

Always love a tag, and I seriously appreciate it @caffeinatedmunchkin (and also @ollypopwrites because this is the actual game you had tagged me in before). Alright here we go. I’m letting myself be messy here.

Rules:

You will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your WIP(s) that start with each letter of your word.

My key word was S a t i n

I’m breaking the rules and giving you ‘cut content’. I’m toiling over wips in a weird way. I don’t know how else to let some of this see light of day and I’m taking the opportunity to make this what I want. Because these are fun…uh, character studies? These are bits I want to get at, these are things that are true and real for the characters, but I don’t know if I’ll ever have time to flesh it out. They all need editing okay but have fun, here is some writing process, these are all technically 'wips'. You could say they are different stages of stories or scenes. S - is from Nevarran Noble Anatomy, currently dropped shortfic A - is a pulled paragraph from post-epilogue I'm still looking at T - is a silly I - is a look at a dialogue first draft N - is a flowy first draft.

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“See that ya shits? The fuck you think might happen if dead tissue gets in there hmmm? You gonna explain that one to dear old Professor ‘I’m not taking more than ten students’ Volkarin that you killed his lover?” Rook’s entire body went red. “Think that’ll help ya make the list?” the botanist was snapping and pointing her fingers, “Yeah and you! I know your family is gonna have a goddamn inheritance war if you can’t find a competent corpse whisper. Mother’s knickers. Idiots.” “Well he can’t be more than a paramour. A proper Nevarran Necromancer would never fail to lavish a lover.” The noble’s jangling limbs gestured to the bare arms of the Warden, smirk on his face as he sneered towards Emmrich. Rook hopped off the examination table with a heavy thump, slammed that muscled weight down, and strode over to that noble. Spit on his shoe. Locked eyes on the shocked countenance before him as he hissed out a, “Hey, darling dearest heart, can I have a knife back. Please. Time for the practical demonstration. I can show where to stab so he’ll live.” “Rook, I think it’s time we took our leave.” Emmrich finally spoke, voice hushed. Rook leaned forward and grinned wide, “I don’t wear rings for a reason, want to see why?” Smile too wide the Warden extended his hand as if in greeting. The laborious movement drew the eye. Bent, bruised, one could tell numerous bones had healed incorrectly. Movements were stiff, cracking, fresh cuts and life long calluses ran the surface. Menacing. It held an air of strength that promised instant injury if the brat dared lay his own there. Emmrich paused overlong. Mind reeling. Rook didn’t know it, but he faced someone with royal connections. And the necromancer knew that stance, this silence. The gathered Nevarrans might think it acting, bravado. But Rook was still. Quiet. Loose. Every nerve primed for movement. He’d kill that man. And for a moment…Emmrich considered letting that happen. Rook didn’t need the knives. Normally the Warden was kind, de-escalating, talking things out if possible. But the moment a threat appeared he removed it. Mercilessly. And Rook wasn’t wrong, a man such as this would be a threat. But only alone, only if Emmrich were to disappear. This was no trouble, this was a fight won by Professor Volkarin long ago. Emmrich smiled pleasantly and swept in between them, back to the student, took hold of Rook’s outstretched hand in both of his, gave it a gentle squeeze, raised it to his lips and held it there as he cooled the Warden’s gaze in the depths of his longing stare. “You needn’t sully your hands darling.” Emmrich spoke slow into the knuckles. One would think the room had emptied but for the two of them. The professor dropped their hands from his lips, twined his fingers with Rooks, and held firm as he drew the rogue away with a gentle pull, “Come, we have a reservation to make.” Smiling dumb Rook let himself be taken away, threw a bright laugh at the noble over his shoulder. “Ooh, those undead cooks again?” “If you desire it dearest.” And they were gone. Rook forgot his shirt.

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All Rook’s build. Close as possible. Venatori freshly caught. Spaces of the Necropolis were his alone. The peers that dubbed him ‘young Volkarin’ would be the only few that could check, possibly even see. And their attentions were elsewhere for decades. He could keep them here alive. Long as their lives might permit. Had to remain alive. Material. Simple reagents. The shift in Emmrich’s mind came crashing. He’d saved these men. Had saved many in the chaos of the aftermath. They would be dead without him. The moments of life left were owed.

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“Turlum!!” Rook throws a truffle at Davrin, and with a squawk and a ‘dammit Rook’ Davrin never gets to finish the joke he started as he’s smothered in a rush of fur and feathers.

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“It…it’s that, but Emmrich it’s mostly not. I’m worried about you.” -this is Harding- “And Rook.” -taash- “And Rook. But Emmrich look at where we’re at. Why did you want to go to the Deep Roads?” “You’re a bad liar” -taash shrug- “Taash, not helping. But they're right. You’re studying the Blight aren’t you?” “And what of it? I’m researching a cure. Harding. It’s changed. Who knows what it will be tomorrow, someone must endeavor to understand it.” -Emmrich- “Should that someone be you? You might be too close. Maybe…maybe just enjoy what you got with Rook now? And if that blight stuff ever changes I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

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Night never really came to the Lighthouse. The name alone forbid it. Yet dusk arrived. The pots and pans washed and returned, baths steaming but empty, and the warmth of quiet wrapped the near atmosphere. Rook sat on the floor of Emmrich’s study. Cross legged and hunched on a plush rug before the fire, book propped by a pillow before him. The rug was relatively new. Rook had protested. Floor’s fine! I’ve called worse a bed. Sincerity rang in laughter and a chair sat empty across the room so it must be a preference. But Emmrich had taken it upon himself to see to some comforts. Smiled soft from his desk now as he peered up to see it in use. Recalled it’s christening. Oh pretty! Boots had gone flying the first time Rook spotted it, clothes nearly followed but quick words halted the excess, Emmrich, it was a long day in Arlathan, I don’t want to get twigs in it. Emmrich had ‘nearly’ rolled his eyes at that one. Taken Rook by the shoulders and pushed him to it. Darling, I’m a mage, tidying the thing is a triviality. Please. Rook needed no further encouragement, spun in Emmrich’s hands, placed a peck on his nose, and fell back starfished onto the rug. Landed with a loud thud. Barefoot, grinning, and stretching like a mabari in the mud the rogue sank into the fine fibers sighing. That had been some weeks ago. A few pillows and stacks of books surrounded it now. Rook’s back warmed by the fireplace, furrowed brow visible to Emmrich at his desk. The Warden snorted, almost a laugh, shook his head, brow smoothed and smirking he turned the page. “An error darling?” “Hmm?” Rook didn’t catch it at first. Mind taking a moment to shift from realm of reading thought to listening ear. Blinked as those warm round eyes flicked up to the necromancer. “Oh!” It clicked then and Rook chuckled. “It’s entertaining, but they talk too much in the fights.”

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All my moots have been tagged from what I've seen. Okay I haven't seen I'm just not sure who to go to and am crippled by perception and want to throw this out before I don't. use BONES if you see this and want to throw something at me.

[clickbeetle]

the thing i was least prepared for regarding surgery was how much you feel like a science experiment. being walked into a big white sterile room, placed on a cold table with bright lights blaring down on you. felt like i was about to be dissected and sacrificed.

[ultimate-character-design]

The Ultimate Character Design Tournament

Please remember to vote for characters solely based on their design, rather than which character you are more familiar with or like more!

Korosensei | Assassination Classroom

"White Chain" 82 White Chain Born in Emptiness Returns to Subdue Evil (Angel Form) | Kill Six Billion Demons

When she first took off her helm and I saw her true form in the comic, my jaw dropped. I LOVE the red and cyan color scheme, the overabundance of eyes, the way she billows like smoke; the fact that she's so much more human than the other angels is incredibly important to her arc as she struggles against the system and learns how to accept herself and her gender. She's so good.

*Spoilered propaganda under the cut*

"White Chain" 82 White Chain Born in Emptiness Returns to Subdue Evil (Angel Form) | Kill Six Billion Demons

Look, I love her later design where she's more self-actualized and so much more human and actually SMILES and that brings me so much joy, but holy shit that angel form is amazing.

[imferns]

HE'S FOUND IT. "why does that sound so desperate?"

[ihopeucomehomesoon]

i won’t hold people to the same standards i have on myself in terms of friendship bc everyone shows they care in different ways