#from the POV of the teachers

[agoddamnrayofsunshine]

Aftg being set in university is objectively hilarious can you IMAGINE being in a group project with Andrew fucking Minyard

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 268

Fright Knight sighs, running a clawed hand through his hair in an attempt to stop the flames from flickering into being. It had been far too long since he had taken a human-ish form. His human-ish form. Ugh. He didn’t exactly care for his human form after so long as a ghost, but needs must he supposed. 

Especially with the whole, we’re going to punch a backdoor into the literal daycare part of the Infinite Realms and be surprised when literal toddlers go exploring. 

Well, at least it got him off of guard duty for a bit, which was relieving. Not that he didn’t love the darkness, but it got boring in the shadow of his sword for literal centuries with nothing else happening. He was a warrior for Realm’s sake! Borderline an Ancient in both power and age! He wasn’t meant to stay so still for so long. 

So while ghostling wrangling wasn’t exactly in his area of expertise, he could definitely gather them back up to the Realms. And deal with the curs who had decided to attack literal babies. 

The Daycare area was already understaffed due to just how large it was, and the one in charge of this section had practically sobbed to the Council (In another world they would have been put on hold for a century in line for their concerns, and then more once a Sarcophagus was opened, but they had told the other ghosts in distress, causing others to let them go up in said line) how they were almost certain they had felt at least one core form Outside the realms thanks to the breach. 

Which had understandably put everyone at an uproar. 

So here he was slipping between shadows to do reconnaissance and take stock of if any Ghostlings had left the city. And gently scruffing those he comes across in exasperation because what are you doing, ghostling? Look at the mess, what would your caretaker say? 

[idiopath-fic-smile]

for @msilverstar, who gave generously to Somos Un Pueblo Unido, and asked for something involving the WAR teachers. So have some headcanons about Ms. Hucheloup (whose classroom Enjolras and co use for the ABC).

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When Susan Hucheloup finally gets away from grading papers long enough to slip off to the teachers' lounge, Mr. Walker is in the middle of a rant, to Dahlia, who absolutely doesn't care.

"—and I almost had to send Enjolras home yesterday," Walker's saying. "He was wearing a shirt slandering the president—in the middle of the war! It was disgusting, not to mention distracting to students who wanted to learn—"

Susan's ears prick up. "I assume the reason you didn't was Tinker Vs. Des Moines?" she says mildly.

"What?" Walker pivots towards Susan, coffee cup frozen halfway to his mouth, which is bobbing open like a fish.

"The Supreme Court—" Susan starts.

"I know Tinker Vs Des Moines," Walker snaps. "It's my goddamn subject."

"So you obviously know it would violate his first First Amendment rights, to actually—"

Walker cuts her off again. "You know what, Susan? I have had it to here, and I don't need to hear it from you." His eyes narrow. "Any idea of how he heard about it?"

Susan crosses the room, drops a tea bag in a clean mug. "Maybe his last history teacher told him," she says. "Maybe his parents. Maybe he read one of those books that tries to get kids excited about civic participation." She shrugs. "I really couldn't say, it's not my subject."

The bell rings.

Dahlia glances up from her newspaper. "George, don't you have a class this hour?"

At that, Walker hurries out the door, undrunk coffee forgotten on the counter. Good. She hopes it goes cold before he remembers it's there.

"Enjolras and some of his friends asked me if they can use my classroom on Mondays after school," Susan tells Dahlia, filling her mug with hot water. "They want to start a social justice club." "What'd you tell them?" asks Dahlia, standing to dump Walker's coffee in the sink.

"I said, 'Absolutely.' But now I'm thinking, they might want to meet a few times a week. And maybe they'd want some art supplies, to make protest signs and stuff?"

"And what budget does that come out of?" says Dahlia, raising her eyebrows.

Susan smiles. "The sheer fucking spite fund."

[thesummerstorms]

The other thing that I think I would want in an Annabeth Wayne AU that I don't think I've seen so far is Bruce being absolutely pissed at Athena.

It was bad enough with Talia and Damian, but Athena is a literal god of wisdom who should know better AND he doesn't even have the "culpability" of having slept with her.

She one hundred percent saw Batman, tactician of the Justice League, was drawn in by her aspect of the Goddess of Strategy, and proceeded to create a child without his consent, a daughter who she didn't even raise before the child became a weapon.

And like whatever else, however fucked up Damian was by his own training to become a child-weapon, at least Talia loved Damian.

Whereas Athena loves Annabeth in the way a Goddess loves, not the way a Person loves, and I don't think Bruce, whose entire identity is so fixated on his relationship with his own parents, would recognize that as love at all.

And, like, Talia put Damian through a lot of shit. I think Bruce would be angry there too. But when push came to shove, she at least at some point brought him to Bruce because she thought it was in her son's best interests.

Athena actively lead Annabeth away from Bruce and into the streets at the age of seven, which Bruce would never see as in her best interest, whatever Athena's godly perspective is, however badly he reacted after Jason's death, even though he couldn't see (and dismissed the idea of) the spiders and the monsters. She was seven. In the streets of Gotham.

Athena let Annabeth fight a major role in two wars back to back without being there to train her or protect her or love her or even advise her. Athena advocated for the cold blooded murder of the other children who had actually tried to keep his daughter safe. Athena sent Annabeth against Arachne when Athena's children have universally died on that quest for a thousand years.

Athena let Bruce think he had gotten Annabeth killed because of his own inability to handle his grief. Let him think his daughter was dead or worse for years. Would have let him keep thinking that if the Fates didn't have other plans.

And just, in true fashion for all of my ideas on a PJO x DC crossover, everyone really comes out more traumatized than before. This includes Bruce.

Because now he wasn't just used unknowingly for a child just once, but twice. And in both cases he's going to have to live forever with the guilt of not having been able to protect his kids from what their other parent wanted to make of them

(On top of all the ways he has directly failed them and made any complexes worse, of course )

[evilkaeya]

Living in yokohama in bsd must be crazy. Imagine you go to your balcony for some alone time after a long, tiring day and you see a kid driving up the building vertically in his pink motorbike

[displayheartcode]

I cannot stress how much I love this book’s magic system. I want to eat it.

[miiilowo]

Your chalk pastel drawing looks really interesting! I find the yellow aura against the black background inticing to look at.

I was wondering if you would post a close-up? No worries if you don't. Best of luck with finishing it over the break.

here u go :3 I started the door and didn't finish it (including most the shading for it) but everything else that's done is pretty much finished aside from needing to be filled in/blended better

[philologique]

genuinely a little shaken by the dearth of outsider pov fic for this series

[dailybakudekusong]

Today's BakuDeku Song Is: Such Great Heights - The Postal Service

And true it may seem like a stretch But it's thoughts like this that catch My troubled head when you're away And when I am missing you to death

[duck-woamn]

My first theatre show has happened today. I actually think we did pretty good! Especially for a show with 3 different grades and different acting levels!

[siffrins-therapist]

More advice i like. I think trying to emulate writers you enjoy can be helpful when practicing, but don't let it bog you down if you struggle when doing that. No practice is useless.

[o-wyrmlight]

A Toast To The Pigs: A Disco Elysium fanfic wherein Harry Du Bois fails to lose his memory and has to solve the Martinaise case anyway.

Chapter 3: Juvenile Delinquency: In which Harry Du Bois and Kim Kitsuragi approach the body, meet two uncooperative brats, and talk about Contact Mike.

This child reminds you of yourself. He’s throwing rocks at a body in a tree, landing the vast majority of them. The child behind him on the other side of the fence isn’t from Revachol—you can tell by her accent and the strange words that she uses—but they could almost be siblings. You’ve never had siblings, but a part of your childhood feels a kinship nonetheless. He has wild eyes with pupils blown out the size of the moon. You’ve seen children like him before—both in the brief few months you worked as a juvie patrol officer when you first joined the RCM eighteen years ago and in the classes that you taught in Grand Couron before then. Children like Cuno often came from bad families infested with drugs and alcohol. You didn’t come from a bad family. You grew up poor, but your mother loved you. You wonder if anybody ever loved Cuno. Children like Cuno need to be handled carefully. You know this from experience. You’ve always thought, in the back of your mind, that you might someday be a good father. You might quit drinking and taking speed if that happened. You’d try to, at least. Try hard. But Dora disagreed. She didn’t want a family with you. It’s hard not to feel resentful about it.

“Cuno’s gonna throw a rock so hard it’ll melt your brains out, pig! Burn a hole through your skull! Brain’s gonna drip out like a fucking faucet! Maximum fucking velocity!”

Harrier left the child behind him, ambling over toward Kim, the painkiller helping to steady his gait but still keeping it uneven with that ridiculous (stylish) heel his shoe had. He came up to Kim and stood next to him, turning to face the yard at large, arms folded over his chest.

“I wouldn’t worry about them,” Harrier said, whispering indiscreetly. His voice was quiet, low. The whisper of tequila. “They seem relatively harmless.”

[international-baccalaureshit]

tfw your french teacher gives you a pop quiz and you have no idea what to write so you write something along the lines of "the grass was such a bright shade of green it almost burned my eyes out. on second thought maybe that was the sun"

[bayofwolves]

Remember when Heart of the Land was announced and all we knew about it was that there would be three new characters -- Sora, Jean-Luc and Ngozi -- and we thought they were replacing the Four as protagonists? Honestly, if they went that route, it might have been better than whatever arc three was.

[graciouswings]

im going to finish the secret commonwealth, and likely the third book when its released, if not to be able to say ive read all the hdm universe books then at least to be able to give a proper examination into why the second trilogy is so fucking bad? but after what is fucking happening in tsc right now Jesus christ this is so fucking gross and we should kill philip pullman

[cyncerity]

me in my dorm room listening to this