#fresh grad

[yamada-ryo]

entry level job save me...

[angelosearch]

Today was fun because I got Squall put onto my body!! 🤯 I will have to share a better pic or video or something when it is healed because it is pretty big!

Thank you forever and ever to @foxtrottcantfindshit for doing the artwork. Ahhh IT'S SO AMAZING!! The original artwork is under the cut!

I got this done by Waifu Tattoos!

The original art which is SO BEAUTIFUL!!! Just had to be adjusted for size constraints.

[corpsentry]

heads up comic commissions will be opening once again in june as i’m graduating from college (roflmao) if you’re interested shoot me an email at corpsentry@gmail.com with ideas, your budget, and anything else and let’s figure it out. alternatively if you have questions you can also dm me here first. much love to all

[bleuskais]

Oshi no Ko ep 14

[umemiyan]

had a thought about professor!geto and i can't properly articulate myself rn but just know that he's really pretty and kind of intimidating at first but turns out to be more chill than you had anticipated. you're his first grad student/TA/etc. because he's young and fresh, and you've learned he has a nice smile and is enjoyable to talk to outside while he has a cigarette in the cold, but there's a rumor about how he sleeps with his students from time to time, and you're not sure if you believe it.

turns out it's not actually true—at least not until you're spreading your legs on his desk because he told you how great your recent work had been, and nothing is more intoxicating than his praise. maybe it's late in the evening and you're both too tired to think properly, but he's not strong enough to resist the urge to lick your pussy before it drips onto the floor of his office. he probably won't have the self-restraint to keep from fucking you raw, either.

[celenawrites]

mhmmm thinking of biker! Simon 'ghost' riley and his amazingly smart gf who's a woman in STEM

[fretbored34]

I used to be a grad student like you, then I took an arrow to the brain

[neige-leblanche]

guyuuuyyyyyyzzzzz im getting a new job im so excited

[explodok1lls]

Angel (?) of Mine. | Part 1

Bakugou Katsuki is a grim reaper tasked with collecting souls from those who have borrowed time. It didn’t matter how long or how briefly they’d lived; if their name appeared on the screen he carried, he had to complete his grim duty. He never hesitated, never entertained second thoughts like, “But they only had a minute to breathe the oxygen of this messed-up world” (Kirishima’s words). To him, the duration of their lives was irrelevant.

One day, while he was about to collect the soul of Midoriya Izuku, who was on the verge of drowning, an unprecedented snag occurred. He wasn’t able to gather the soul. Wait... what? No, this had never happened before.

Determined not to let this mar his perfect record, Bakugou knew he had to delve deep into this anomaly. He resolved to do everything in his power to collect this brat’s soul, because according to all rules known to him, Izuku wasn’t supposed to live.

–

Izuku's mother had always told him that from the moment he was born, his guardian angel was watching over him, guiding and protecting him from any sort of trouble or danger. Izuku, with the trusting heart of a child, believed her. After all, who wouldn't be swayed by stories like, “You know, when you were about seven months old, I left you sleeping on the bed for just ten seconds, and you started rolling towards the edge. But somehow, just as your head was about to hit the floor, your pillow slid under you, cushioning your fall"?

However, as Izuku grew older, his faith in having a guardian angel began to wane, especially when his middle school classmates started bullying him. Do guardian angels just stop caring when you hit your teenage years? He prayed fervently, so why did the protection seem to stop?

Now, at 21, Izuku is convinced that his guardian angel has abandoned him for good. He is currently fighting for his life, struggling to swim upward, hoping desperately that someone will notice he is being swept away by the wild, relentless waves. The cold is numbing his arms and legs, sapping his strength.

Water floods his nose, and he can no longer breathe; tears form in his eyes. He wants to apologize to his mom. This was supposed to be a fun getaway with friends, but now, it looks like it might end with his death.

–

ALERT! To collect: Midoriya Izuku. July 15, 20XX. 21. Drowning. Location: Takoba Municipal Beach Park.

That was the communication sent from Above, displayed on the screen. Bakugou Katsuki carefully read the information before clicking the accept button. He sighed. This was the 100th soul he had to collect today. On the dot, Katsuki wore his black beret so mortals wouldn’t see him doing his out-of-this-world job in the flesh.

If you asked him what his favorite part of his job was, he would definitely say the way he travels; he can teleport. That’s incredibly cool, right? He still wonders if he could do this while he was alive. Probably not.

It didn’t take him three seconds to arrive at the location; he felt so smug all of a sudden. As he walked, the lifeless body of... what was his name again?... came into view. When he reached the body lying limp on the shore, Katsuki kneeled down on one knee, took out the tablet from his coat’s breast pocket, and opened the scanner to confirm that this was Midoriya Izuku. July 15, 20XX. 21. Drowning.

When the screen confirmed that this was the soul he needed to collect, Katsuki touched the pulse point on Midoriya Izuku’s wrist.

Then…

Then…

All of a sudden, Midoriya Izuku. July 15, 20XX. 21. Drowning just opened his eyes, staring right back at Katsuki, accompanied by violent coughing that shows how he was yanked back from death.

What the actual fuck?

As Izuku's coughing finally ceased, he was left breathing raggedly, blinking in disbelief. His gaze locked onto Katsuki, who had settled down on the sand.

"Sir?! Oh my God! Was it you who saved me? Thank you! Thank you! How do I repay you?" Izuku's voice quivered with emotion, tears welling up in his eyes.

Katsuki was bewildered, but he mustered all his strength to stand up. "How?! How in the hell can you see me?" Frantically checking the tablet for any trace of the communication from Above.

But he is greeted by a black screen.

THIS IS INSANE…

HOW IN THE…

The communication should have remained there indefinitely; there was no reason for it to simply disappear. No one can delete that. If it was a false alarm, then a new message should be displayed on the screen about this mortal. But there was nothing. It was as if the “alert to collect” message had never existed. This unprecedented situation sent a chill down his spine.

“Fuck, fuck!” Katsuki hisses to himself.

“Um… Sir? Are you okay?” Ah, damn.

Katsuki slipped the tablet back into his breast pocket and turned to face Izuku. "You can actually see me?" he asked.

"Uh? Yes? I can clearly see you, sir. Am I not supposed to?" Izuku responded.

Katsuki ran a hand over his mouth and removed his beret. "Here, can you still see me?"

Izuku nodded.

Yeah, this is so fucking weird. He'll need to talk to the higher-ups about this.

"Ah, fuck it! You're supposed to be dead!" Katsuki shouted in frustration, unable to contain his emotions any longer.

Izuku's eyes widened in shock. "Wait, who are yo—"

Katsuki clicked his tongue, cutting Izuku off abruptly. "Well, I guess there’s something about you; that’s why the Above didn’t end you for good. Yet.”

"What are you?" Izuku pressed, his curiosity piqued.

"You don’t need to know that," Katsuki replied tersely, his tone leaving no room for argument. Whatever secrets he held, they were not meant for mortal ears.

Izuku's hopeful gaze bore into Katsuki as he stood up, his voice tinged with desperation. "I am not an idiot. Are you my guardian angel or something?" he asked, searching for answers.

Katsuki's incredulous expression spoke volumes. "Huh? The fuck? First off, I'm dressed in black from head to toe. Second, I'm far from being a guardian angel, asshat. Third, you're an idiot," he retorted, his frustration evident.

"But you mentioned something about the Above, and I'm alive; when you touched me, I came back to life, right? You are my guardian angel then!" Izuku gushed, his hope overriding his better judgment.

Exasperation washed over Katsuki as he turned away from Izuku, brushing off the sand clinging to his pants. He knew he needed to consult with Aizawa about this situation, desperate for answers to the mysteries surrounding Izuku's survival.

"I gotta go; I need to find out why you didn't die. Because you're supposed to die," Katsuki declared, his gaze lingering on Izuku for a moment before turning away. "And please, don’t ever blabber about having seen me. Also, stay away from things that might threaten your life."

With those words, Katsuki vanished, leaving Izuku standing alone on the beach, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Sir, wait!" Izuku shouted after him, his voice filled with urgency. But it was too late; Katsuki was already gone.

Bursting into Aizawa's office, Katsuki's frustration was palpable, "Hey old man, what the fuck just happened?" he spat, his tone sharp with urgency.

Aizawa, unfazed by Katsuki's outburst, continued to rifle through some papers, his expression betraying little emotion. "Bakugou, I don’t know either," he replied, his voice calm and measured. "I’m checking his records; none of them indicate he was supposed to die today. I told the higher-ups that I also saw the alert to collect. They’re investigating it now."

Katsuki strode over to one of the chairs facing Aizawa’s large marble table, his movements tense with uncertainty. As he settled into the seat, his voice came out in a murmur, laden with concern. “Is this going to count against me?” he asked, his eyes fixed on Aizawa.

Aizawa paused, considering Katsuki's question before responding in his usual matter-of-fact tone. “No, I don’t think so," he reassured him. "You were just following the orders given to you. You didn’t cause the snag.”

But Katsuki wasn't satisfied with the reassurance. His brow furrowed with worry as he voiced his deeper fears. "But what if I did? Aizawa, I’ve been working my ass off to maintain my record so I can finally…” His voice trailed off, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air.

Grim reapers are expected to follow orders without fail. Those with excellent records are rewarded by the Above, and Katsuki is desperate to earn his reward: to finally learn the reason why, how, and when he died. Why did he become a grim reaper?

[rubenesque-as-fuck]

Really excited to finally re-dye my hair next month 🌈😁

[depresseddepot]

they rejected my application :(

[pockets-and-paint]

the real reason i keep going back to uni is that im addicted to getting free biros

[cannabisbutch]

One mistake i will never make again is living with a 22 yr old

[wrathfulrook]

any chance any of you know anything about primatology/bio-anth with respect to grad school/academia?

[zoldyckd]

took me a full week to apply for this one job bc they asked for some mini essays on top of a cover letter. which is fine ig. i don't have a portfolio anyway bc everything i did in my last two jobs always contained really sensitive info but.... god that was a lot. if i don't at least get an interview for this :/

[fretbored34]

The cold pizza and energy drinks brought me back 👍