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transingsomeformers · 8 months ago

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something thats been eating at my mind to write/draw but if my boy hotrod/rodimus guest appeared in rescue bots this is whats been swimming around in my brain a while rambles down below

he wouldnt be like the main main focus hed be a guest star ofc

a new bot shows up on the island in vehicle form at first, but thats not really subtle cause hes a racecar and everybody is like "whats a racecar doing by this lake?" one that nobody super recognizes at first glance except fr salvage and blurr.

and blurr starts getting ecstatic when the bot transforms and its hot rod! (studio applause) and while blurr is going a lil nuts with excitement salvage fills them in that hes an old racer from velocitron and blurr is all like

"dude, hes not just 'an old racer' hes one of the greatest racers velocitron has ever seen!!!" and he starts infodumping abt him and in the back of his mind heatwave is like "greaaat another bot who doesnt think before he acts we gotta deal with" so they all go and approach him to find out what hes doing there

and blurr is really excited cause he thinks hot rod is so freaking cool and they can race and he can show hot rod his moves but hes not there on any kind of autobot business or even for racing much to everyones surprise.

hes only there to go fishing.

hes on vacation and been really excited for his fishing trip that hes been planning especially on a bot friendly island and by god hes looking to catch himself a real prize to brag about to the boys back home.

chief burns perks up at this, and its about time for the burn's annual fishing trip so they kinda end up combining the two trips. hot rods down for any good spots, and the others (mainly heatwave) wanna keep an eye on him

so the next day they all get ready and they go on the burn's trip first and are out to sea.

Salvage wants to try out something hes been working on around their spot and he stays on shore

Blurr is disappointed that hotrod isnt there to race but hes not passing up an opportunity to hang out with hot rod so he offers to go out with them on the water even tho he couldnt care less about fish. and maybe he can talk him into a small match later. Salvage kinda warns him not to get his hopes up, and that maybe he should take time to talk about other things with him. (blurr kind of blows him off tho which ruuuuuude!!! be nice!!!)

They get out on the water and everyone else is rlly casual and hit it off with hotrod p well. the burns family exchange stories with him, he talks about the states hes visited with some friends of his on earth. and ofc the conversation circles back around to the different fish hes caught chase questions if he has the proper liscenses for that. to which hotrod pulls up copies of some fr the different states he been in (all of them have the last name witwicky on them ;) ) all in all everyone is having a good time

everyone but blurr. he was hoping that maybe he could get some tips on racing, or anything to do with racing at all while theyre out there but hot rod's just really passionate about this trout he caught out in oregon and its driving him nuts. he ends up moping about it and just goes back to shore with blades cause he forgot his little hat and its just not the same without it.

They get back to the shore and salvage asks how its going and blades is like "Oh its great! turns out he speaks a bit of pirate too!" and stuff and blurr is sarchastically like "yeah its greaaaat" and they both kinda give him a look.

salvage is like "i take it hes not quite what you thought hed be like huh" and blurr is just "HE ONLY CARES ABOUT FISH. im never gonna be friends with him at this rate, hotrod is nothing like i thought he would be. im just gonna go back to hq"

and blades nd salvage just kind of look at each other and blades blades laughs a lil bit and blurrs a little peeved hes laughing but then they all get to talking a bit cause this reminds blades of when he was first getting to know bumblebee after their first meeting and he tells blurr a bit about it cause it was a bit awkward fr a while

blades had some ideas fr how exactly it was gonna be with bee and bee while he was enjoying hanging out just kinda asked him

"Do you want to be friends with me, or just the idea of me?"

and it made him stop and reevaluate things a little. ultimatley fr the better cause that kinda helped blades to take bee off the pedestal he had him on and just start really connecting with him just as he was.

and blades asks blurr if he was actually looking to be friends with hotrod or just the idea of how theyd be in his head and blurr kinda sits on that fr a bit without really saying anything

and salvage talks abt the time he and blurr first met a long lonnnng time ago and that the first impressions they had of each other weren't the best admittently and that salvage thought he really didnt have much in common with blurr but one day after they got to talking and racing came up in the convo and salvage saw a lot of the passion he had about it and it reminded him about a lot of his own passion for creating/inventing, he tells him that maybe you just need to give it some time and ask him about his other interests as well. really engage with him on it.

blades finally remembers he was there to grab his hat so he does and hes about to head back to the boat and blurrs like "wait, let me come back with you" and he gives it another chance

and it ends up working out. he asks him some more about his previous travels and they all start fishing again and the competitiveness rlly comes out in hotrod cause hes determined to catch the most and the biggest fish out of everyone on the trip now and blurrs trying to beat him and shenannigeans and hijinks ensue but they end up really connecting after that.

soon they get back to shore and everyone goes back to hq and theyre having fun and chatting late into the night hot rod decides he wants to take a quick ride around the island and he gets the ok and he asks blurr if he wants to join him!!!

blurrs really excited cause this is what he orignally wanted and was waiting for...but...

he turns him down, theyre hanging out again tommorrow anyway gotta make sure hes ready and all that and htos rods like "cant argue with that see ya tommorrow" and heads out

blurr goes down to where salvage is and just kinda watches as hes working on his projects and blurrs like "so uh... that thing you were workin on today... I didnt get the chance to see it in action..." and salvage glances over at him fr a second and then he smiles and they get to really chatting and talking abt it

and the first moral of this story is don't put people on a pedestal, take time to get to know them for who they are

but the second and most important moral is that there should be rodimus fishing memes

thats all i got rn

and reading this back this feels more like a bad my little pony plotline but yknow what that is ok.

friendship IS magic and the fish ARE biting

#tfrb #transformers rescue bots #rescue bots #rodimus #tfrb salvage #tfrb blurr #tfrb blades #this was sitting in my drafts fr a while and i was rlly obsessed with fish fr some reason

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blaithnne · 7 months ago

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So I was just curious as I’ve noticed you’ve made reference to your 60s au (which I absolutely adore btw) so I just wanted to ask if the 60s au is just a drawing and reference on tumble kind of thing or if it’s a work in progress so in other words are you writing fic involving those versions of the characters? —and if your not you totally should your ideas and writing is fab and I’d love to hear more about them :)

First of all TYSM ANON!!

Second of all basically yeah the AU is just art stuffs! It’s something I’ve had floating around in my brain for a long time, and I decided to just combine it with a general ducktales rewrite type of thing and start posting my designs bc it’s fun !! I love character design so creating a lineup of characters is a great time :)

Unfortunately no there is no overarching fic, or really any extended story stuff out there. I’m just drawing stuff as it comes to me! Maybe one day I’ll scribble out some one shots, but I don’t want to start any new writing stuffs until Plenism is complete (for my ducktales followers, Plenism is my long running Hilda fanfic! It’s currently on hiatus but it’s a project of mine I’m very passionate about lolz). At some point though, maybe after I’ve got some more designs out there, I’d like to sit and write out some of my ideas as bullet points or something, and there’s some wee doodle comics I’d love to whip out sometime!

I have a LOT of lore ideas for this lil universe but, I don’t want to put pressure on myself if that makes sense? In the past I’ve quickly burnt myself out on projects like these and I don’t want to do that here, so I’m just doing whatever peaks my fancy in the moment! The only “rule” I’ve got going currently is that I want to get my character designs out in era appropriate order, so I wanna finish my main 60s designs before moving onto 90s era or present day ones, just so it’s not too confusing for you guys. But hey I might end up breaking that rule, I’ve already got a couple present day designs complete and I don’t wanna hold onto them forever, so I’ll just see how it goes!

In conclusion I am THRILLED people are enjoying my little AU, but I’m just drawing whatever I feel like and not putting pressure on myself to do something big like a fic or a proper consecutive comic, lest I burn myself out. With that in mind, if you guys have any questions about the AU send em in and I’ll see if I can answer them! Either with lil doodles or with rambly explanations lolz

#ty for the ask!!#anon #ask #ducktales human au #ducktales #ducktales 2017 #au #my au #ducktales au #textpost #blethering

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apompkwrites · 2 years ago

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Frick I’m so bad at recognizing and remembering faces and appearances and I’m trying to put together who is who in your drawings and it’s painful for me. It’s not your art that’s making me confused, it’s my own brain :( Sometimes I have to wait to hear my brother’s voice to know who he is. Sometimes I have to see how my brother’s girlfriend acts when she puts on makeup to know if I recognize her. I kinda have to rely on same hair styles or accessories like jewelry in order to recognize things/people sometimes.

It’s also okay if this is too much to ask, but could the black sheep maybe have accessories that could help keep track of who is who? Maybe the accessories could be the only thing of color besides the text? Ex. Lil lion having a hair band or hair clip that is dark yellow. Lil Al Asim having some kind of body tattoo/ink that’s dark red around their neck area. Things that’ll fit into their character but also the colors being that of their brothers’ dorms? Again, it’s totally okay if this is too much! It’s just hard for me to keep track of things >.<

- Heartbeat Anon

waaa dont worry i get it!! tbh the designs for the black sheep were just kinda on the fly? but now i have an excuse to make proper refs :D

++ giving them lil accessories would def help with differentiating them, esp when im drawing their sibs :O

fun fact, this ref sheet actually has 8 designs! one lil black sheep has an extra design that i won't be showing until much later ;))

so here’s the og 7 plus my little design notes for them utc ;) gonna use these designs from now on for drawings only, so not in fics and stuff <33 so stuff, esp skin tone, are not canon to the fics

rosehearts (lil rose):

gotta go with the obvious of giving them a rose :D the placement could change but for now its in their hair :)

and i wanted to lean more into a hearts aesthetic without making them blend in with heartslabyul students like ace so i put it on their neck! thinking like albedo's design but its a lil heart instead of a star <3

kingscholar (lil lion/cub):

so i already had markings on their face since their first appearance in the comic just bc i liked the look of it? but i did add the marks closer to their nose in this new design.

thinking about adding a lil feather behind their ear/in their hair. mainly them post mwezi miji because i can see nuru giving them one of his feathers :)

also i made their hair short! i liked the idea of how leona and (probably) falena have longer hair that (name) cuts it after running away.

ashengrotto (lil octo):

so obv they have the same lil beauty mark as azul <33 i also wanna make it clear that they don't all have the same body shape? just used a pose that i use to get a full look at a character's design. so, yes yes, lil octo is on the heavier side.

also their accessory is the shell from the movie! got inspired by the anon that talked about it keeping their human form :)

asim (lil scarab):

I GAVE THEM HENNA-LIKE MARKINGS LIKE ASIM AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME >:))

so they have very intricate design on their neck/collarbone area but bc it wouldn't be visible a lot, i gave them lil dots under their eyes :) i did steal lil bits of kalim's design because i thought it would be fitting :D

schoenheit (lil gala/galaling):

so they have the unqiue eye shape where i gave them lashes :) ofc because they would have 11/10 lashes like vil :D ++ eye shadow but that's only in colored drawings.

i gave them the hair clip with a lil mirror design to hold back their bangs :DD and a ring because i like to think they would wanna wear lil rings :)

shroud (lil flame):

so gonna address their skin color first. i made their skin a bit more gray to mimic how the overblot characters look? i mean, they live on the same floor as the overblot monsters so i feel like it makes sense for their appearance to also be affected by them?

also!! their flame hair is dimmer than idia and ortho's! i thought it'd make sense for it to be like that to mimic a sort of dimmer light? like how they're slowly deteriorating or smth. ++they have an ahoge that i wanna draw in diff poses depending on their emotions >:)

gave them a mask that kinda mimic ink/blot? wanna stick with that motif for them :)

draconia (lil dragon):

so i wanted to keep a close resemblance to malleus? bc i feel like the idea a lot of people have come with where lil draconia doesn't entirely understand that their related despite their very obvious similar appearances.

the main factor i wanted to tell them apart from the others was lil scale like things on their face? idk i just liked the idea while browsing for refs. it was that or!! more branch-like horns?? idk we'll see :)

#a pompk answers #black sheep #a heartbeat anon's rambles #a pompk's art

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hekatekun · 2 years ago

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hiii i really really love the way you write and the themes you touch on in your posts id love to hear if theres any books/media that influenced your writing style + the things you focus on in your analyses !

omg hiiii thank you<3 this got annoying so lemme put it under cut lol

This is actually really hard for me to pin down I've been racking my brains over this one. I tend to be a little bit of everywhere, just whatever catches my interest at the time. Most of my personal reading is nonfiction within the realm of philosophy/theology + history + english criticism; whatever fiction I do get around to tends to be horror and/or satire. House of Leaves by MZD actually has just about everything that tickles my fancy. Finally read it beginning of 2021 and I truly haven't been the same since. That's definitely a big one.

But to give you an idea here's the pile of books I'm looking at on my desk as I type this is: an anthology of John Wesley's sermons (founder of Methodism), House of Leaves, an anthology of Percy Shelley's poetry + prose, "The Sphinx in the City" essays on urban living + feminism, the communist manifesto, a dissertation on the influence of Hermann Hesse in Japan, "Thank God for the Atom Bomb" essays by a "conservative cultural critic", and how could i forget the 70pgs of the unabomber's manifesto i printed out.

Currently been slowly making my way through "Romanticism and Consciousness" which are essays on the historical/political background influencing Romantic literature. More often than not I tend to look for essays and critical readings of works before I actually do read said work proper. I don't recommend this btw I just never listen to my own advice. But like, this book inspired me to buy the Shelley anthology. And some of the essays in the Shelley anthology analyzing him I actually found online weeks prior and added them to my digital library. I'd rather read them physically, as I tend to highlight my books. I find highlighting + margin notes really help me stay focused otherwise simply Sitting And Reading makes me go a lil nutz unless the book really is that good. I backed an artist's first comic book that had me ensnared recently. Independent comics tend to do a number on me. Yes I'm still a huge homestuck fan. Will be going 8 years strong.

I reread Brave New World late 2020 after, somehow, getting my hands on it in middle school. Comparing the way the protagonist kills himself at the end vs trying to read Huxley's theological pieces, he should've stuck to the racist satire. I'm still gonna try to finish the Perennial Philosophy, though. All this rambling has me realizing the childhood series I grew up on was A Series of Unfortunate Events, so I think I'm starting to notice a trend.

But actually the biggest media type I consume is games I fucking love video games. I think I cried playing Disco Elysium. I wish more games understood its medium as well as DE. I think that's really what you have to find is stuff that understands its medium. Ososan is a show that is really fucking good at being a tv show, and I think it helps because it doesn't necessarily draw from anything prior because it's such a different beast from osokun (the ososan manga actually came out like a few months after it aired I learned recently).

I don't watch many movies or shows, and the ones I do make me really wanna read the original source material just so I could compare (A Clockwork Orange, American Psycho). I just last watched the Belladonna of Sadness and I think that's an animated movie that understands it's an animated movie. Why go for realism when you've got watercolors?

My other main criteria for any piece of work is that it makes me want to pick up smoking. I don't think I could explain this further if you asked.

Aside from. Any of whatever I just said. My writing background is largely academic with some journalistic experience. It makes media analysis really easy. It also helps that there's technically no wrong answer when it comes to critical readings, just like any school essay you just have to be able to back up your claims with evidence and articulate the connections you see. Prose is a new beast that I am attempting to tame but I think 1. You need to have fun with the learning process and I do in fact enjoy learning. This includes a willingness to examine and reexamine your own words even after you're done working on a piece and analyzing what you can/need to improve on. 2. I really enjoy being able to construct a sentence in a million different ways and I will always have a tab open for the Merriam-Webster dictionary-thesaurus while writing ANYTHING. 3. Did I mention having fun? I really have fun writing I love writing as a hobbyist. 4. Consume and question everything in equal measure. This will eventually produce something.

#ask #i hope i answered this well enough this is fucking word vomit lmao

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memes-in-a-half-shell · 3 years ago

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Business AU - Working Late, Part 7

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6

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^^^^^ my actual thoughts after writing this.

There was no denying that he was still thinking about that Saturday night. The feeling had been extraordinary. It’s been some time ever since he felt like this, but there was also something more. And he couldn’t quite place his finger on it.

First thing he did on Monday when getting to work was to lock himself in his office, his thoughts empty as he repeatedly drummed a pen against his desk, his gaze hardly focusing on anything. He did call for someone though at some point, taking this waiting time as an opportunity to collect his thoughts into something comprehensible.

Some knocks were heard at the door, a single “yes” escaping Donnie, an approval for the newcomer to come in. Next came into view another turtle adorning a red do-rag, this one much more massive when compared to the bespectacled mutant. It was none other than Raphael, the muscular terrapin a rare sight in the building as he was often more out to meet clients than stuck behind a desk.

“What’s up?” he started, closing the door behind him. “I’m on a tight schedule, so it better be important.”

Raph did frown a little as he noticed his brother’s composure, the purple clad mutant’s eyes speaking volumes.

“I, uhm... I need some advice,” finally said Donnie.

“What kind? A client’s giving you troubles?” added the other, taking a seat.

Donatello tsked, quickly waving that query away: “No, I know how to deal with those. ... It’s more of a personal matter. A... relationship one.”

Raph’s eyes widened a little, then relaxing his stance with an amused smirk.

“Well, well, well... back in business, I see? I thought that receptionist situation would keep you out of the market for quite some time.”

“Oh please, that girl was crazy. I’m just glad she moved out of the city. ... It’s been more than a year, I’ve moved on.”

“What’s the matter then?” added the red clad terrapin. “You forgot how to socialize or somethin’?”

Donnie quietly chuckled, leaning back in his chair, then thoughtful.

“Oh no, I’ve been socializing, alright... I just don’t want to fuck it up, you know? Things have been going so well now and on this last Saturday we took it a lil’ further-”

“How much further?”

“We kissed.”

“Bro, that’s nothin’.”

Tension was broken for a moment, both brothers snickering. That did help Donnie and calmed his thoughts a little.

“Who is it though?” next asked Raphael. “Someone working here or... ?”

“She’s a project manager for our creative team. She got here from Montréal a couple months back and we met one night by pure coincidence as we were both working late. Her name’s Véronique, but I call her Vee.”

“Oohh, already on a nickname basis, now that’s a feat,” teased the other.

“Please, she asked me to call her like that on the first night we met.”

“Ay, you know I’m just pokin’ some fun at you. ... What’s the matter, then? Why aren’t you talking about that to Leo or Mikey?”

“Because,” started Donnie. “Leo would try to dissuade me into pursuing this relationship, and Mikey well ... you know him. He’d say: ‘Invite her to my place and have her swim in the pool. Girls love pools!’,” mimicked the purple clad mutant. “... You know he’d only want that so he can have a look at her as well. I ain’t having none of that shit.”

Raph laughed once again, acknowledging those statements.

“And, to be frank,” added the bespectacled one. “I value your judgement. You get straight to the point and that’s what I need right now.” He leaned foward a little on his desk, hands joined. “So my concern is; what should I do next? We have interest for one another - we openly expressed as much. We obviously have a good chemistry together... but how do I know she’s the one? ... She feels different from anything, anyone, I’ve ever been with before, may it be in terms of relationships or not.”

“Easy,” shrugged Raph. “Have sex with her.”

“Raph!”

“I’m serious! ... You wanna know if she’s the one? Show yourself vulnerable before her. If there’s something more between you two, it’ll click.”

Donnie sighed, closing his eyes and rubbing them in slight annoyance.

“Okay so what, I just have to sleep with her, no strings attached? I hope you’re not suggesting for me to force myself upon her.”

“Hell no, stupid. I said be vulnerable, not a psycho,” frowned the red clad mutant. “Look ... you wanted my opinion, there it is. I believe in deep connections, and if right now you’re already feeling something special between you two, I don’t see what’s bad about wanting to explore that and see if there’s truly something more. ... Also, people can fuck for the fun of it, I hope you know that?”

Donnie exhaled sharply, half of a smile next on his lips: “I suddenly regret asking for your opinion, but I do see your point.”

“I’m sure you can be a gentleman about all of that.”

“My brain turns to goo whenever I’m with her. I try not to show it, but damn... I don’t think she’d get to that point though, I don’t know...”

“As long as it naturally gets there, that’s what matters. ... Those things are felt, Donnie. I’m not saying to rush it, but rather to not be scared.”

The purple clad one conceeded, lowkey admiring his brother’s wisdom about the matter. He finally rose from his seat, inviting Raph to do the same.

“Alright, I won’t take more of your time. You’ve given me enough food for thought.”

“‘Bout time, I have to go Uptown, I’ll be late ‘cause of you,” Raph teased, playfully nudging his brother’s shoulder along the way.

“Har, har, very funny,” added the other, opening the door so both could exit the room.

As they were about to say their goodbyes, a voice rose, followed by the light clicking sound of hurried heels against the floor.

“Donnie, good timing!”

Both turtles turned their attention to a woman coming their way; Vee. She was holding a pile of documents, already taking some apart and then handing them to the tall terrapin when she was next to him.

“I’ll need you to sign some of these before Wednesday. Some designs for an upcoming project need an approval and I thought you’d be the best for that task. And I- ...” She stopped, finally noticing the other mutant. “Oh, I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?”

“Absolutely not,” smiled Donnie, properly holding the documents now. “We had just finished our small meeting, actually.” He gestured the woman to his brother: “Raph, this is Vee, our newest project manager addition.”

The red clad turtle grinned, extending his hand to the human in a proper greeting.

“Ah yes, Donnie mentionned you a couple of times.”

“Oh dear, I hope it wasn’t in a bad way,” lightly laughed Vee, shaking Raph’s hand.

“I would never,” reassured Donnie gently, his free hand instinctively resting at the small of her back.

A faint blush appeared on the woman’s cheeks, next adjusting her hold on the documents as her handshake with Raph ended.

“Not to be a party pooper, but I’ve gotta run,” she said with a smile. “I have a lot of stuff to hand out. Have a good day you two!”

She made sure to cross Donnie’s gaze before walking away, wanting to express her small longing to him. As she was back on her way, Raph did not hesitate to follow her frame, judging her for a moment. He finally looked back at Donnie with a look of approval.

“... Brother, you got taste.”

Donnie only replied by hiding his face with the documents he was holding.

***

Raph had said to not be scared, but Donnie couldn’t help still feeling that way. A part of him wanted to spend every moments with Vee, but on the other hand he didn’t want to appear too clingy or demanding. Gotta savor it like a fine wine, he’d try to reason. ... But frankly he just wanted to chug the damn bottle.

It was a Thursday afternoon, and so far he had only exchanged some words with her on Monday, then Wedneseday when he handed her back the approved documents he reviewed. Then he’d retreat to his office and think. And think. And think.

A ping from his computer got him out of his reverie, noticing a direct message notification.

His heart skipped a beat, his lips forming a thin line as he thought about what to answer.

Hey, wanna bang? Gosh, he felt dirty thinking about that... Keep it natural, Donnie, you don’t have to think about that for now. See where things go from there, naturally.

ABORT MISSION. ABORT MISSION. ABORT!!!! He felt so goddamn cheesy after sending that.

If it were up to him 100%, he’d get on his feet right this instant and sweep her off to anywhere she’d want to go. But he tried to keep it cool:

You’re the best one so far...

More like I’ll be lying down on the floor, a blushing mess. He couldn’t erase his smile, rereading again and again this conversation. He’d definitely have to think of something!

***

Later in the afternoon, as people were finishing their day, Donnie had reclused himself back into his drawing room, continuing some work on the Lowline plans. He was so focused that he did not hear Vee come in, the woman calmly making her way to his position.

“Hey...” she started softly, leaving a hand on his shoulder.

Donnie gasped, his hand holding a pencil jerking and leaving a long mark on the paper. Both froze, eyes wide as they witnessed the horror.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you that much!” apologized Vee, already on the look out for an eraser. “Here, let me help you with that.”

“No it’s alright. I, uh...”

Donnie’s sentence died as the woman was now hunched close to him, already removing traces of that nasty mistake.

“I could’ve done it. I...”

His voice was hushed, having a hard time to keep focus on Vee’s movement, prefering to look at her features instead.

“I ... I could do it,” he added.

Vee slowed her movement, finally looking at Donnie.

“Do what?”

He paused, his heart drumming in his chest.

“This...”

He delicately placed a finger under Vee’s chin, not even needing to move much in order to bring them both closer for a soft kiss. The woman was surprised at first, but she quickly melted, not even denying that she had been craving the feeling as well since that Saturday night... She dropped the eraser, her hands prefering to trail along the mutant’s scales. As they broke the kiss to breathe, Donnie brought her closer to his sitting position, Vee now standing inbetween his legs. No words needed to be said, this sudden electrifying feeling passing through them. The terrapin’s hands couldn’t get off of her, either lost in her hair or tracing her back. The more they joined in a kiss, the more they wanted to be closer. At some point the turtle acted on instinct as he rose up, his hold on the woman’s hips as he laid her against the inclined drafting board. The paper crinkled underneath, but he gave no care in the world about that. Their kiss was heating up, a low pleasured churr rumbling in Donnie’s chest as he stood close to Vee’s core, feeling her desire as strong as his.

The distant sound of people talking and laughing, still around and about to exit the building, brought them both to a stop - looking at the room’s entrance, as if afraid someone would pop in at any second.

Both were lightly panting, their smiles shy after what happened. Donnie took that moment of grace to study Vee’s features, gently brushing away some wild strands of hair off her face. He straightened his stance back up afterward, helping the woman back on her feet.

“Welp, and here I came only to wish you a good evening,” chuckled Vee, adjusting her clothes.

“I’m sorry,” added the mutant in a similar tone.

“Don’t be ... I liked that.”

She rested her hands on his chest, slowly rubbing the fabric of his shirt over his plastron.

“I can’t stay late tonight, but I won’t prevent you from doing so. ... Just don’t stay here too late though.”

“No promises.”

“Please, don’t overwork yourself,” softly pleaded Vee.

“Don’t worry...” he reassured with a smile, a hand cupping the other’s cheek.

They added one good evening kiss. Nothing more, nothing less. A pleasant omen for feelings to come...

((Part 8))

#it's-a-moi #business au #dammmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnnnn #usual sorry if there's mistakes #I need to go to bed right now #BUT I COULDN'T STOP WRITING FSDJFHBSDBFBSDHFBSD

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fiovske · 5 years ago

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heyo u've been saying you've been busy a lot lately so here's just a lil reminder to try not to overwork yourself too much and remember to drink water, stretch regularly, and like. eat food. ur doin great ily ♡ *hands u a particularly small frog*

aaaah ali thank you so much!! I’m so sorry for replying so late, please know that I love you and appreciate you incredibly as a friend and i was not ignoring you in any capacity! tbh i saw your message and took a big sip from my water bottle right now lol so thank you for the reminder!! and aw man…

aw man, I wish I had time to like draw the li’l frog again!! but thank you so much ali! I’m incredibly late to the response aaaaa kkjsdfjk I’ve had a couple of social engagements this week as well so I’ve been all kinds of out of sorts trying to keep up with everything. I am crap at balancing work and rest so i’m like trying to catch up on my sleep during my commute lmao its been wild lately because I’m out here trying to meet all deadlines + uni work and to make art (which i love A LOT but HATE that I don’t have enough time to do which makes me so mad tbh!) I have a couple of beaujes wip ideas and some more shadowgast i wanna do, and I wanna draw that scene of cad meeting his family…. but I dont have the time like do you ever wish you had like 48 hours in a day and never felt tired??? bc i am perpetually tired and I cant shake off the feeling that I’m constantly running out of time because I really like the stuff that I’ve been reading for uni lately and I have ideas I want to draw and things I want to write…. all at the same time… I want to be able to learn and create and multitask intensely (+ consume content) and make the most of every damn second I have, at times like these its so overwhelming to love everything so much that you feel inadequate as a person and your bodily needs start to feel like a goddamn prison.

like I’ll give you an idea of what it’s like in my head right now: I’m reading up on north-east indian literature for class (and a reading list I am excited to make my way through) and there’s so much happening in it that I’m getting this intense desire to illustrate scenes from that book and at the same time I want to draw the shadowgast ideas I have and I haven’t made a beaujes in a long time!! I drew a rough outline of the beaujes I wanna do and i’m thinking about it while also thinking about how there’s more where that “shadowgast at same uni” came from. so I wanna draw that as well. Meanwhile, I have to read up on maori culture for a paper i want to write for a class and I’m excited for that as well and god emotional whiplash right the fuck now because I’m thinking about Cad’s reunion with his family which i ALSO want to illustrate and I want to watch Monsterhearts because I’ve heard SUCH good thing about it and I also want to reply to all these messages that have piled up in my inbox– all these incredible concepts and ideas people have sent that I havent had time to reply to because I want to be engage with those concepts fully when I have proper time, I have fics I want to read as well and friends I need to catch up with, I haven’t been to the essek server in a week maybe more and I haven’t talked to friends there!! I also feel guilty about that, I have those colour palette art prompts I want to draw and also a couple of commissions i need to finish asap so its… its a lot going on man, I feel inadequate and exhausted and guilty for feeling exhausted and my brain feels like I’m running as fast as I can but i’m also falling behind this is… exhausting oof this became a word vomit oof, sorry about that I just… i didn’t realize it was so noisy in my head until i wrote it all down here and idk if I’m still forgetting anything so like… oof.

#sorry sorry this became A Lot #mail tag #thanks so much for the tips tho I'll try to stretch when i can ooof #love you a whole lot and thank you so much for thinking of me #alipopsie

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Hey so like, if you’re willing (or you’ve got the time or whatever) could you write a lil fic with Steve as the sickie ? It’s my literal weakness. I just wanna see something where he gets home and doesn’t even get the chance to say hello to bucky before he’s fainting or throwing up or something. Also ? fever nightmares/deliciousness are my jam . Anyways I hope your week is going well & I hope you’re taking care of yourself ! 💛

I’ve already written a fic that (mostly) contains all these elements. It’s a concussion fic, so the deliriousness (deliciousness??) comes from head injury instead of fever, but I think this will fit the bill. It’s kind of long, so skim the mission fic part at the beginning if you’re only interested in the sick. I’m pasting it below for ya.

Thanks for the well wishes! I’m still not doing fantastic, but I’m getting right along.

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I get knocked down…but I get up again…you’re never gonna keep me down…

Steve’s flat on his back, and the words echo blankly in his head.

What the fuck?

It’s so dusty.

And he’s so…tired?

I get knocked down…

There’s…is that a hole in the ceiling? Dilapidated rafters and corrugated metal sheets are busted out of the way to allow a view of the blue sky and a shaft of warm sunlight to hit the floor.

A little unorthodox for a skylight.

“Cap?”

Steve’s almost sure he heard the sound with his ears, but he can’t be positive.

Why is he lying on his back?

Steve pushes over to his side, then uses his arms to hoist himself up to seated. Immediately the world shifts around him, and his hand slips against the dusty concrete. The floor seems to have become the wall, but he’s still stuck to it…

I get knocked down…

Why is that damn song stuck in his head?

Isn’t he supposed to be doing something?

“Cap? Steve?”

Yep, definitely supposed to be doing something.

“Hey, what happened?” Footsteps echo toward him. Nat’s face materializes upside down over him. “You ok?”

“Yeah, sure.” Steve raises himself up to a sitting position again, and the floor-wall miraculously returns to its original position, though it leaves Steve with a wave of dizziness reverberating through his skull. Which hurts.

“Did you get hit?”

“Must have.” Steve’s voice sounds oddly echoey.

“Must have, as in, you’re not sure?” Nat asks, her eyebrows going up.

“It was a pretty hard hit,” Steve admits. Or at least that’s what he thinks he’s doing, as he still doesn’t remember it. He picks himself up off the floor, automatically brushing dust from his deep blue suit and freshly polished shield.

“That’s what your helmet’s for, dumbass,” Nat teases him. But her eyes flick from his face to his hairline, searching for a visible wound.

Steve doesn’t think there is one, but he runs his gloved hands over his head to be sure.

“Really, why’d you take off your helmet?” Nat asks.

Steve knows the answer to this. He just can’t make it make any sense in his head because the context has evaporated. “Better to talk to civilians without it.”

“Oh. You found the hostages?”

Did he? Steve glances around as quickly as he can, trying to get his bearings back without upsetting the precarious balance of his head on his shoulders. The more he moves, the more it feels like a brass band it setting up shop in his skull.

The abandoned warehouse is starting to look more familiar now. That busted-up sheet metal half-wall thing, that’s concealing the posts where the hostages are chained up. Steve enunciates that to Nat as clearly as he can, then casually palpates the back of his head where it vaguely feels like he’s being smashed repeatedly with a hammer.

Now Nat’s saying something, and Steve’s missed the beginning of it. “…when they’re coming back, but we need to move them now.”

“Huh?”

“Are you ok?” Nat asks, looking concerned again.

“Yeah,” Steve assures her. “Just…still shaking it off.” Although Steve’s sure that if he shakes anything, especially his head, he’s going to fall over.

“Ok, well, finish shaking and cover me.” Nat draws a gun from the collection on her belt and starts across the warehouse.

Steve keeps pace with her jog, but clenches his teeth together as the motion jostles his stomach. It’s as if wire-fine neurons have re-woven themselves to as to directly connect his head and abdomen. One step equals one throb equals one swallowed wave of disgustingness.

The scruffy-looking group of coal miners chained up in the corner of the warehouse start whooping and cheering when they see Nat and Steve coming toward them.

“Shh, stop,” Nat commands them. “They might hear you and come back.”

Steve’s just grateful it’s quieter again. The sound had been wreaking havoc like drumbeats in his head.

“We saw you get slammed earlier, Cap,” one of the miners says with an Appalachian drawl. “Didn’t know if we’d be lucky enough to see you come rescue us.”

“It wasn’t too bad,” Steve says, trying to convince himself that his words are true. “You’re all ok? They haven’t hurt you?”

“Not yet,” the miner replies. “Kept threatening that we’d be the fuel in their new clean energy rig, but, honestly, we’re used to hearing shit like that.”

“Well, they probably meant it,” Nat says, using a miniature pulsar beam on her wrist to start cutting through the chains around one man’s wrists. “HYDRA’s no joke. But what the hell they’re doing out here in the middle of nowhere…It is more like a tease than a threat.”

“Hey, this isn’t nowhere,” the miner pipes back up. “We live here.”

“Yeah, she didn’t…” Steve has to blink hard to ground himself and regain his train of thought. “…didn’t mean it.”

“You gonna help or stand there?” Nat barks in response.

“Oh. Help,” Steve replies. He uses the edge of his shield to bash the chains holding one the nearest miner’s feet to the thick concrete post. The resulting clang is enough to make Steve want to curl up with his hands over his ears.

“Yikes. Maybe I don’t want you to help,” Nat says, cringing herself at the loud noise. “Just stand watch and see if the creeps in the gas masks come back… oh shit.”

Steve follows Nat’s gaze and immediately lifts his shield in front of his chest. Two black-clad figures with bulky masks over their faces are sprinting for the cluster of hostages. They don’t immediately look harmful, but with the threat of alien tech and something akin to nuclear power, no chances can be taken.

Nat’s drawing another gun out of its holster, one that shoots paralyzing beams instead of bullets. “I’m on ‘em,” she says. “Keep working on the hostages.”

“Roger,” Steve replies.

The gun fires loudly, and as the sound reverberates through Steve’s head, his vision blurs. He takes out a good chunk of the concrete floor before he’s able to adjust the edge of his shield and bust through more of the chains.

The second gunshot sends Steve’s hands to his knees. He struggles to hold onto clarity as he swallows his stomach back down into its proper place.

I get knocked down…

Why is that stupid song still hanging around? He’s got much more important things to think about…like trying his damndest not to barf, and cutting chains, and covering Nat’s six…

“They didn’t unleash some weird bio-weapon on you, did they?” Nat’s at his shoulder, poking him back to standing upright.

“Don’t think so.”

“That’s good,” Nat says, going back to lighting up chains with her mini pulsar. “But you’re acting weird, you know?”

Steve shrugs. Through the fuzz in his head, he’s starting to suspect what might be wrong. He doesn’t want to think about it, though. He’d die of embarrassment if he had to go to a head injury safety lecture for forgetting to put on his goddamn helmet.

“Ok, that’s it, freeing up the last of them. Two operatives incapacitated, doesn’t look like there are any more,” Nat’s saying.

Steve’s confused at first. Then it dawns on him that she’s talking into her comm, probably with Fury on the other end. But Steve should be on the call too. He feels for it with clumsy fingers, but the little piece of metal and plastic that should be poised on the edge of his ear canal is gone. It probably fell out when he hit the ground earlier.

“Alright. We’re headed out,” Nat says. She turns toward the group of rescued miners and informs them that there’s a cadre of police cars outside the warehouse and a little ways down the hill. They should be safe now, and the regular police corps will take over from here, helping the miners and arresting the injured HYDRA agents.

“And we’re done. We’re leaving,” she adds to Steve. “Did you lose your comm, too? God, you’re a mess today.”

“Yeah,” Steve says absently. He tries to plug his brain back in against the throbbing backbeat. “That was it? Just those two guys?”

“Looks like it,” Nat says. “But with the lack of tech and stuff in their hideout, I’m wondering if they were just some weirdo sympathizers instead of actual HYDRA operatives.”

“Hm.” The glossy black Hummer that’d driven them out of DC and into Appalachia is waiting, burning fuel as it idles in a gravel driveway. Steve opens the door and flops gratefully onto the richly cushioned backseat. The air conditioning is blasting, and Steve positions his head so he’s in the direct path of the breeze. It dries the sheen of sickly sweat on his forehead, making him feel better for all of one moment.

The drive from rural Virginia back to the DC Metro area is set to take a couple hours. At first the prospect of lounging across the roomy backseat is appealing. All Steve wants to do is rest. But when the Hummer starts bumping down the hilly terrain toward the main road, Steve has to clamp his teeth together so his head doesn’t flop off and start rolling across the floor.

Nat’s tapping on an iPad, getting a head start on the mission report paperwork and playing Angry Birds. At least, that’s what Steve thinks she’s playing. The squawking sound effects seem somewhat familiar. Waves of sleepiness compete with nausea washing over Steve’s head and chest. He leans the side of his head against the cool glass of the window and lets his eyes drift shut.

“You alright?” Nat asks, jolting Steve back into painful awareness.

“Hm? Yeah,” Steve says, trying to swallow the vertigo that’s loping from his forehead down to his lap. “Just tired.”

“I didn’t think it was that strenuous.” She’s talking about the mission. “Did you not sleep last night or something? Bucky keeping you up?”

“Yeah,” Steve agrees, still trying to work out the shift in topic and decode what Nat just said.

“Good stuff or bad stuff?”

“Huh?”

“Were you guys boning or dealing with nightmares?”

“What the— geez, Nat, I don’t talk about that stuff.” How the hell did the conversation morph to include his sex life? He’s not firing on all cylinders. Something’s definitely wrong.

Steve’s had a concussion before. All this, the severe headache, the mental fog, the tiredness, the strong urge to puke, is dreadfully familiar. There’s nothing to be done except lie down and throw up and feel stupid while someone asks inane questions about the president and the date and things Steve still has trouble with even when he’s feeling fine. He just wants to go home.

Steve does his best to stay awake for the duration of the drive. The sound effects from Nat’s game and his own nausea do a good job of keeping him from drifting off, but the soft rumble of the Hummer’s engine is a difficult lullaby to resist. By the time they’re rumbling past the shops and neighborhoods of Falls Church, Steve’s barely holding onto his consciousness and his stomach.

He wants more than anything to be home, and it would be just too much to drive by the townhouse and go on to SHIELD. “Hey,” Steve says, swallowing down bile and raspiness. “Can we…can you drop me off at my house?”

The agent driving the Hummer turns his head to look at Steve, obviously perplexed by the unconventional request.

“Why? You have to debrief, see medical, finish up the mission paperwork,” Nat says.

“Yeah, I…I’ll come back in a little bit,” Steve forces out. “It’s just…Buck’s got an appointment. I forgot about it till now. He wanted me to go with him…” It’s a complete lie, but Steve’s desperate.

“You are so weird today,” Nat sighs, shaking her head.

The driver seems to take pity on him, though, and asks where to turn off. Steve directs him to the complex of townhomes, then lets out an exhale of relief when the huge, thundering car pauses at the end of his driveway.

“Thanks,” Steve says. “I’ll, uh, see you soon.” He had told Nat he’d come back, right? He doesn’t exactly remember…

“You better,” Nat replies. Then, somewhat softer, “I’ll call you.”

“Yeah, ok,” Steve mumbles. He grabs his shield and opens the car door, gripping it tightly as he steps onto the concrete of the driveway, which may or may not be moving under his boots.

Steve fumbles in his pocket for his keys and shakily unlocks the front door. The Hummer is speeding away down the road, and Steve’s relieved it’s going. His stomach is wedged so far up his throat he’s not sure he’ll be able to hold it down for the next minute as he gets into the house.

Sweat beads up on what feels like every inch of his face and body. Steve feels the knob turn in his hand, and he nearly walks into the flat of the grey painted door because he can’t get it open fast enough.

“Hey,” he hears Bucky call from somewhere in the vicinity of the kitchen.

Steve’s on the point of replying, but when he opens his mouth, a gag and a rush of undigested stomach contents beat down the words. He reaches for the wall and braces himself, doubled over, as he vomits all over the doormat.

“The fuck?” Bucky’s footsteps pound around the corner and into the entryway, and he’s quickly at Steve’s shoulder, supporting his trembling form. “What happened?”

“God, my head,” Steve exhales, trying to push his stomach back down to its normal location. He fails miserably and his throat goes into contraction again.

“Ok,” Bucky soothes, sidestepping the puddle of sick and peeling Steve away from the wall. “Do you wanna come into the bathroom, maybe?”

“No, I’m…I’m ok,” Steve breathes heavily and squeezes his eyes shut, hoping he’s finished retching for the moment.

“Alright, well, at least come lie down,” Bucky says. “Do you think you can handle the stairs?”

“Probably,” Steve says, trying to give off more confidence than he actually feels.

“Ok, come on.” Bucky’s metal arm wraps securely around Steve’s waist, and they start slowly up the stairs. Steve grips the railing tightly, and he feels the whole thing shaking with the tremor in his body. Or maybe it’s just his unsteady brain playing tricks.

Once in the bedroom, Steve immediately flops onto the end of the bed, letting his body rest horizontally while his feet remain on the floor.

Bucky starts unlacing his boots, tugging gently and asking, “Alright. What happened? You were fine this morning.”

“I think I…got hit. In the head,” Steve whispers, drawing his hands up over his face.

“What? And medical released you, even though you’re barfing all over the place?”

Steve lets the words sink in. “Sorry,” he rasps. Then, “I…haven’t been yet.”

“Why? You need medical attention.” Bucky finishes removing Steve’s boots and starts looking for the zipper to release him from his suit.

“They’re not gonna do anything for a concussion…” Steve mutters, tossing his arm over his eyes to block out the light. “Just need to…be sick for a couple hours. I’ll be fine.”

“You’re concussed?” Bucky says, concern melding with surprise.

“I think so,” Steve replies. He massages between his eyes, but it only succeeds in bringing the underlying current of nausea up to the surface. “Buck, I’m gonna throw up again.”

“Hold on a sec,” Bucky says. He sprints away into the ensuite and returns with the small trash can. The world tips maddeningly as Steve heaves himself back to sitting and retches into the white plastic bin.

“God, I’m sorry,” Steve apologizes on a hitching breath. He feels like a collection of parts strung together in the most illogical way. The sweat dripping down his forehead makes his shoulder cramp, which brings an ache to his low back, and then forces another wave of stomach acid up his throat.

“It’s ok,” Bucky soothes, adjusting the trash can in Steve’s limp grip. “But, are you sure you don’t want to go to medical? I mean, I can take care of you and all, but…” He trails off, patting Steve on the back.

“It’ll…heal itself up in a few hours. I’ll be fine by tomorrow morning.” He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand.

“Hey.” Bucky softly swats Steve’s shoulder. “Don’t do that. I’ll get you something to clean up with.”

“Ok.” Steve releases the trash can to the floor and watches it settle between his feet.

The washcloth is cool on his face and neck. The breeze of the air conditioning bites into his clammy skin when Bucky helps him out of his suit. The bed pillows are soft under his head, but there must be a rock or something right below them. Perhaps it’s under the mattress, or pressing up through the foundation of the house…

“Hey, wake up for a second,” Bucky says. He lightly massages Steve’s shoulder. “How do you feel?”

“Nauseous.”

“Do you want to throw up, or try to answer some questions?”

“God. Neither.” Steve tries to turn onto his side, but his stomach threatens mutiny, and he stays stationary on his back.

“Let’s try for a couple questions,” Bucky encourages. “Who’s the president of the United States?”

“Do you know who’s the president of the United States?” Steve hoarsely mumbles back.

“Yeah, I do, but I’m asking you,” Bucky laughs quietly.

“Uh…Truman. I mean, Obama. But, no, um…Donald…?” Steve shuts his eyes and scrubs his palm over them.

“What year is it?” Bucky asks.

The bed is a raft, floating on an angrily choppy ocean. “I think…” Steve swallows thickly. “I’d rather throw up.”

The next thing Steve knows, the phone is ringing.

“Hey, it’s Nat, do you want to talk to her for a sec?” Bucky’s asking him.

“No.” Steve wants to go back to sleep. Maybe take some Excedrin. Or go to town on a bowl of peppermint ice cream. His mouth tastes terrible.

“Naw, he’s ok. Kind of sick and a little confused, but he’s already pulling himself back together.”

Steve blinks. Or, at least he thinks he does. The bedroom is much darker than it was, and the cool glow of moonlight sifts in through the curtained window.

Bucky’s lying on his stomach, his arm tucked around Steve’s chest and his chin resting lightly on Steve’s shoulder. The strong scent of pine-sol hangs in the air. “Hey,” he whispers when he sees Steve’s eyelids flutter. “You were talking in your sleep a little bit.”

“Huh?” Steve grunts. “What about?”

“I get knocked down or something like that.”

“Oh.” Steve can’t fight the smile that’s spreading across his face. He presses his palm over his forehead, cooling the lingering headache and attempting to force his thoughts into an intelligible order. “That song. It’s been stuck in my head.”

“That’s funny,” Bucky chuckles. “Only you’d be enough of a punk to get a concussion and start singing about it.”

“Shut up.” Steve weakly shoves Bucky’s metal shoulder.

“You feel better?”

“Yeah,” Steve replies. “Not completely great, but I don’t think my head’s going to fall off now.”

“Well, I guess that’s an improvement.” Bucky laughs again. “How’s your stomach?”

Steve considers for a moment. The slightly seasick feeling that accompanies any bad headache remains pressing slightly into his temples. But it’s such an upgrade from the gale force of sickly vertigo from earlier that it hardly rates. “Pretty good, I think,” Steve says. Then, “Sorry you had to clean up so much.”

“It’s no problem,” Bucky says. “I’m just relieved you’re back in your right mind. You had me a little worried there.”

“I’m ok.”

“Yeah. Good thing, too,” Bucky murmurs, lifting his head up from Steve’s shoulder. “Now, you wanna come downstairs and get something to eat, or are you gonna demand bedside service?”

“Well, you’re pretty good at the whole bedside service thing, but then you’d leave me up here…” Steve ruffles his fingers through Bucky’s hair.

“I know you still don’t feel good,” Bucky says. “You’re clingy.”

“Is that really a bad thing, though?”

“No,” Bucky smiles. “Not at all.”

#marvel #mcu #captain america #old fic reblog

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thislittleoneiscurious · 4 years ago

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Make do ideas for high school projects and assignment in this pandeMisery year.

I was suffering with the sudden dump of projects on my head and reached out to here for what the netizens think. What can you do with your teammates thousand miles apart? Especially for Physics, Chemistry, well actually every subjects. But maybe because Imma newbie, I couldn’t find the trace of a dog wink. So I decided to include some ideas my class came up with. (Hehe I happen to be the Class Leader [It’s a thing in Indian classrooms, I don’t get the hype, I thought we become democrats?), the only advantage is that you get the novelty of all these school stuff. Sorry classmates, this is for the greater good.]

Btw, this is most applicable for Indian high school sufferers in the CBSE system where they come up with colourful but often catastrophic ideas to humour us. (Art integrated project, sister this is the reason for my mental decline)

1. The ever so easy Power Point Presentation - Split them works, put them together, record it and make your lives easier. Ain’t no way you are gonna present it from cute little boxes on your google meet/whatever without being pissed off cause that one classmate in the Antarctica with ‘heavens, show mercy’ wifi couldn’t hear you. We have a special breed of classmates known as the ‘I’m not in the same world as you are’ classmate. It’s me, I am the ‘I’m not in the same world as you are’ classmate. We tend to blame it on the poor wifi, play for keeps, mute the speaker, ‘who you bruh?’ and ‘Leave me alone Stacy’ everyone.

2. Video Role play - (no, if you think of what I though of ‘role play’, we need saving, internet, what have you done to us?) The Pig teammates exist, the good teammates will try their best to perform, the nice teammates edit and the legends of the group write the script, y’all know how this works. Find a similar background, record, put it together and screen share, thus ending the misery of waiting for someone to recite their lines thus ending the awkward ‘who am I, where am I’ scenario. One of the good teammates of mine is cosplaying, sis I’ll worship you if you did.

3. Talk show - like role play but make it a coincidence, all natural and casual look. My friends did it on ‘Whether laws work in India’ and dude, it left us on wheeeezee for three days straight. (Extra: Praise heavens, in India, you can be a doctor, an engineer or a family disappointment)

4. Model Making - Science people, this is our easy fix! wanna talk about Fluids? bruh i’ll show you how ships float! You say Hexasodium Hexametaphosphate? here’s a cute lil ball and straw model. Even my pig teammate made this with some m&m’s (Do not miss out on this excuse to sneak in some candies!!!). You can use Clay, some sticky flour mix (go organic brother), all types of sweet tiny candies and them stuffs. I mean, flip through that holy chemistry book of yours that now successfully collected hundred layers of dust. Show them some love.

5. Posters - how you ask? let’s say you wanna do something on ‘Twinkling Star’, your Master Picasso can draw the sun, he a star too. Kind sir Socrates can pen down a poem about the blinding light and Mister Dickens can write a ‘See through ceiling to watch the stars’ essay. All the great literary prodigies that mastered the art of internet can give out snippets. (pig teammates? Ma’am I am the face of the new era) Anyway, put this together with a photoshoot tool and make it look like y’all are not separated by the 100 mountains and 7 oceans.

6. Comic strips - If you have been a netizen for years without knowing what them comics, mangas and anime are, sir you are doing life wrong. Weebs, sympathise! Anyway, you don’t have to create a ‘Demon Slayer’ series or draw a seggy Gojou Satoru (Simping? I am simping, you are simping hehe). You know, them circles and 5 stick limbs hangman would do! Here you have to be creative if you want to be looked at with respect (RESPECT, POWER, BANANA! ...BANANA!) . Please don’t be that average Cathy who steals others’ work and not give credits.

7. Demonstration video - say you wanna explain some simple concepts like laws of motion, do an experiment. My amazing teacher did that ‘drop and throw the ball simultaneously and voila! it reaches the ground at the same time too because horizontal velocity doesn’t affect vertical motion’ and stuff. Split the work and edit dude. There is the ‘Candle, glass and water’ kindergarten experiment that actually is related to PV=nRT and stuff.

8. Document containing random drawings, writings, photographs and all that makes you look you know what’s going on and you are doing a marvellous job at it.

9. Performance - Say unlike me, you like to dance, act and sing, go for it. Hmm, you have centre of mass concept in physics, dance ballet while your nice teammates explain it and all that. Sing a song about TCA cycle and how ‘why do I deserve this pain’ it is. Act out what happens in a Replacement reaction, eg. how Iron mercilessly wrecked Copper Sulphate’s ionic relationship. (make it dramatic and fun so your ‘I’m not in the same world as you are’ classmate can have some fun as well.)

10. I will never do this but a prim and proper research will do. With hypothesis and participants them bois. I did an individual research with 50 of my reliable and inner circle friends exclusively during pandeMisery. Guess what, we all are going to hell after graduation. Freaking dummies, we be spending an average of 6.3 hours online doing dumbest of things, like this post for example. 6.3 hours, average among 50 people, India’s gonna have 50 blind people in another 50 years for sure. I’ll be the first probably. Research is hella deep, for reference, find chapter 2 of NCERT class 11 psychology.

Thats it for now my dear reader that read until here. Really, school works are a pain but once you figure this, you will have real fun. Don’t be stressed as my classmates. In a year or so, you won’t remember this anyway. if something ain’t important in 10 years down the line, it ain’t important now too ;p that’s what I tell myself.

I am evidently not a native english speaker, but I said what i wanted to say. multilingual people, is your brain like this too? mentally google translating on its own?

If there is another clueless but curious ‘me’, I hope you see this and cut some stress out <3

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