#series: empty

[sirhamburrger]

chapter 3: deskmates empty [rayne ames x f!reader] || wc: 758 || prev. chapter || next chapter

“he told me to set a few reasonable goals for this semester and have a detailed report on his desk by friday,” she groans to max. “and i am not paying for express mail services.”

“looks like mr sandman's already got it out for you, huh.” max smiles sympathetically, though there's a glimmer of mirth in his eyes. it quickly turns into a full-blown smile as he waves to someone behind her.

“hey, rayne!”

she freezes as rayne brushes past her to set his stuff down at the vacant seat right by max's. intense golden eyes lock with her own.

“morning,” he says simply.

“good morning,” she mutters, watching a couple of giggling girls snap up the seats beside and in front of him. they retreat into a corner of the classroom once noticed, their laughter giving her a serious migraine.

“say, why d’you think orter mádl has such a huge stick up his ass?” max snickers, but the question is a serious one. she waits to hear rayne's response as he settles into his chair, seemingly deep in thought.

but their conversation is cut short by the loud voice of their magic history professor, and max groans upon seeing who it is. “lucci? again? how could we be so unlucky?” and they are. claude lucci is the most self-absorbed professor at easton, and chances are they won’t learn much this year.

“you're good at magic history, max. there's no need to worry.” rayne's tone is calm and sincere enough, but it does nothing to stop his friend's bemoaning.

“what if he makes me tutor wirth mádl again?”

“what if he makes you tutor wirth mádl again?” she says at the exact same time, and they share a brief glance before bursting into peals of laughter.

“students!” lucci hollers. “here's your classroom seating arrangement for this semester. find your seats and settle down.” he raps his wand on the blackboard, and lines of chalk materialise on its surface.

max makes a face of disgust. “what are we, seven years old?” but professor lucci is not one to be defied, and all the students grumble as they move to their new places. abyss razor is seated in front of her - at least it's not abel walker, she thinks - and max sits right beside him.

she squints her eyes to look again at lucci's ridiculously small handwriting on the board. her deskmate is… damn, she can't seem to read a single word on that blackboard…

an all-too-familiar figure slides into the seat beside her, his pile of books stacked up infuriatingly neatly. he bristles slightly when he sees her affronted expression. 

oh, no.

and then she hears the same stupid giggling coming from the same stupid fangirls. 

honestly? what she wouldn't give to sit by wirth mádl in the corner instead.

“if you have any violent objections, please see me after class to make alternative arrangements-” yeah, that works for her- “i hope you'll learn to be flexible and enjoy working with new people-” rayne ames is nowhere near new to her, and no, she won't enjoy this- “you'll be doing your midterm projects with your partners, so start getting to kn-”

she buries her head in her hands. okay, sure, rayne's good at history. and he may or may not have been top in history finals rankings in freshman year. and in sophomore year. but still, if lucci expects them to work together-

“quit looking like having to work with me is the worst tragedy you've ever faced.” rayne's deadpan voice cuts through the clutter in her mind, and she sits up ramrod straight. “remember that horrendously failed calculus test in freshman year?”

“shut up,” she hisses. “or do i need to need to bring up last year's fortune-telling practical? really, don't pick an elective if you're gonna suck at it. you know what? move your stuff-” she jabs at the sleeve of his robe, which lies on the table between them, almost touching her quill box. “move it. now.”

he grumbles, readjusting his belongings, only to see her drawing a line on the table with her wand. “you're vandalizing school property-” he starts to say, but it glows, revealing it’s a temporary charm.

“and you, ames, need to stay away from me. cross this line and you get explosive diarrhoea, so don’t even test me, okay?”

it's not a long-term solution to keep the peace, though, and she's all too aware of that. what to do, then?

make rayne ames concede to her bidding.

yeah, that seems achievable.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

mádl brothers shade? thrown.

it is 2a.m. at the airport, and what better thing to spend time on than a long-overdue update?

TAGLIST: @xenop0p

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[housederiva]

[cranity]

started playing yakuza

[heatherchasesyou]

my cringe thoughts won my bad--

[decaffeinatedpartymuggoop]

“If you want more representation” okay but what if they did a better job than all the other actors???

Like, with PJO Rick didn’t go “only black people can audition for Annabeth!! Grover has to be Indian! Zeus has to be black!”

No, the actors auditioned, did a good job, and got the gig.

Like instead of crying cause all these white actors didn’t get it, ask yourself if they even deserved the position.

Everything isn’t some “woke” propaganda or “more representation.” They just deserved the job.

[eydilily]

took a stab at arcane style pearl and etho :J

this was supposed to be a quick(er) study but i ended up coloring it anyway !!! i personally prefer the original grayscale version over the colored ones (especially etho);;

[mr--spock]

Spock: 👁️👄👁️

[leisi-lilacdreams]

i wonder if @somerandomdudelmao will touch upon the unique connection the donnies have with the kraang? hehehe

cass, think of the angst potential 🙏

i didn't mean to continue with the "twin senses active across space and time" bit, but i thought with the leos in the future, this would be a good chance for the donnies to talk and bond, but it gets derailed when they compared their kraang encounters and everyone's screaming and no one's happy

[renekoyuki]

i finally did @cherrifire's dtiys :3 might do the spanners one later too if motivation holds up idk

[thaempo]

What a shame. We won't see each other again.

Khaotung Thanawat as Bison The Heart Killers เขาจ้างให้ผมจีบนักฆ่า, dir. Jojo Tichakorn

[sirhamburrger]

empty [rayne ames x f!reader] her magic is empty. so is his heart.

STATUS: in progress

PAIRING: rayne ames x f!reader

TAGS: slow burn, enemies to lovers, rayne is stressed out, so is reader, story written in 3rd person throughout, reader is referred to with she/her pronouns, deviates from canon substantially

CHAPTERS:

one: late two: meeting three: deskmates

TAGLIST: @xenop0p, @gbnvd (open, send an ask to be added)

mashle m.list || gen m.list

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[str1wberry7thyme]

Love how the most possessive duo (Mumbo and Skizz) that hardly let Grian out of their sight and hated when he left them were the first two to leave him completely on his own.

[scalefeathers]

So I was rewatching the first episode of Blue Eye Samurai and I noticed this time that near the end we get these three moments back to back to back:

First, Mizu letting down their hair

Then Akemi putting up her hair

And then there's Taigen.

[pixiishi]

despite everything, it’s still you 🦊

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[crispywizardtale]

[galactaknightyaoi]

🌻 Metadede Week 2024 : Day 7 - Loyalty 🌻

I'M LATE but I really wanted to make something... These two goofs mean a lot to me. So here it is! Their life together!

Individual pictures under the cut.