#so any art teacher wouldn't allow it

[thatfandomslut]

It's a Competition

Janis Imi'ike / Regina George x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Trigger Warnings: girls competing for reader, not a poly story, a cliffhanger ending (two separate fics to follow)

Request:

Can you do a Janis Imi'ike x fem!reader / Regina George x fem!reader where basically they're just competing for the reader bc she's the prettiest/sweetest girl in school

Mean Girls requests open.

There were several differences between Regina George and Janis Imi'ike. For one, Regina was the school 'it' girl, the queen bee of North Shore High School, but Janis was the school resident art freak. Regina was refined and punctual, and Janis was loud and tardy. However, there was one similarity that caused them to hate each other more than they ever had before. They were both crushing on (Y/n), the school resident's nice girl. She didn't have a mean bone in her body while, let's face it, Regina and Janis had many. Still, their attempts at wooing (Y/n) did not go unnoticed by each other.

"Why are you flirting with (Y/n)?" Regina questioned, slamming Janis's locker shut before she could grab her book. Janis swore that Regina almost caused her to lose a finger that day. Regina's perfectly glossed lips adorned a sickly sweet smile as her eyes trailed over Janis menacingly. But, Janis wasn't one to back down from Regina's will. Instead, she narrowed her eyes, looking up at her. "Just so you know, (Y/n) is my future girlfriend, and you aren't going to ever get with her. I'm sorry to be the one to break it to you. You're just not good enough for her."

Janis scoffed at this, crossing her arms. Damian stepped behind her just as Gretchen and Karen found themselves behind Regina. It was as if a turf war was brewing, even if (Y/n) wasn't property. "Right, Regina and you are? Your ego has made your head swell to the size of the Hindenburg blimp. Just a reminder, it caught fire. Just back off." Janis stated, a scowl forming on her face. She didn't care if Regina tried to scare her out of her relationship with (Y/n), it wouldn't work. She had just as much of a chance as Regina. Only, at least Janis wasn't terrorizing the entire campus.

Regina's brow quirked up at Janis's words and her smile fell into a frown as she glowered at Janis intensely. "So, it's a competition then?" She inquired, already knowing that her competitor wouldn't back down. She wasn't going to just allow Janis to ask (Y/n) out without wooing her herself. Regina honestly didn't think Janis had a chance, though. After all, as everyone knew, Regina was hot, rich, and powerful. Janis Imi'ike could not compare to Regina George in any sense. And, if Regina was going to have to prove this, so be it.

A smirk tugged at Janis's lips as she glanced back at Damian who gave her a nod. Leaning against the lockers, she examined the situation she had put herself into. "Yeah, Regina, sure. It's a competition." Janis confirmed, letting the words sink into the air as Regina's face grew a shade of red and anger began to seep into her chest. The tension between them grew thicker after the bell rang. Before a word could be shared between them, Ms. Norbury called them out for not heading to class. Regina sent a final glare Janis's way before Janis opened her locker again to grab her textbook before class. A class that she happened to share with (Y/n).

"I can't believe you challenged Regina George," Damian said as he waited for Janis to collect her things. Neither of them cared too much if they were late for chemistry. Their teacher also didn't care, as long as they made it within the first twenty minutes and weren't loud. Janis snickered at his words causing him to raise his brows at her. "You do realize that Regina is ruthless, right? She's going to make your life a living hell… Again."

Janis narrowed her eyes at him for a moment at the 'again' but sighed softly since she knew he was right. "I'm not going to let her bully me out of my chance with (Y/n). She's not Regina's property, you know?" Janis said, closing her locker and then locking it. She looked over to Damian who was giving her a stare that she knew all too well. "I know she isn't my property, either, and the competition is dumb, but I really like her Damian. I'm not just going to dismiss my feelings just because Regina thinks she is the only one that (Y/n) can date." Janis defended herself, walking to their class. When they entered, Janis immediately smiled at (Y/n) who waved over at her, and Damian had to restrain himself from rolling his eyes.

Of course, Damian was happy for his friend and (Y/n), even though they weren't official. He genuinely likes (Y/n). She was sweet and kind, and she was everyone's friend. (Y/n) was the perfect floater. The problem was, that Damian couldn't stand Janis starting a competition that was only going to get her in trouble.

The entirety of class for Janis was spent flirting with an oblivious (Y/n) until the bell rang. "What are you going to have for lunch?" She inquired as they walked down the hall. She hoped she could convince (Y/n) to eat lunch with them, however; this plan would soon be thwarted as Regina made her way over with her usual smirk that she wore when she bests someone. Janis wanted to knock the smirk off Regina's face as (Y/n) greeted the blonde happily. If Janis didn't find (Y/n) so cute, she would curse her for her oblivious nature.

"Hey, (Y/n)," Regina all but purred into the girl's ear. The action made Damian and Janis shudder as they looked at each other with two different emotions. Damian looked perplexed while Janis looked annoyed. Of course, Regina would swoop in like that. Janis wanted to curse herself for not asking if (Y/n) wanted to have lunch with her during their class. As predicted, Regina asks her to eat with her, which (Y/n) accepts happily. "Great, I already got you your lunch. Gretchen, Karen, and Cady are already at the table. We can go ahead and meet them there."

(Y/n) gave Janis and Damian a small wave as she followed Regina. Janis was about to groan in disappointment when she realized something. She could have Cady help her cause. That's basically what she was doing already. "What if we got Cady to talk me up to (Y/n)? We can have her tell her how great I am and she'll fall for me." Janis decided with a wide grin before walking into the cafeteria with Damian hot on her heels as he shook his head. Damian wanted Janis to win, too, but she was beginning to get obsessive.

At the lunch table, Regina flirted easily, flipping her hair over her shoulder. She made sure to laugh at anything remotely funny that came out of (Y/n)'s mouth as her hand fell gently on (Y/n)'s knee. From her peripheral, she watched Janis's eyes narrow to her. But Regina was unphased as she continued to flirt shamelessly. It was no secret from the school that (Y/n) was the girl who held all of Regina's attention and affection, that is why she found it even more infuriating when Janis decided that she should also flirt with (Y/n). But Regina worked too hard to allow Janis to win this stupid competition of (Y/n)'s heart.

"You look really pretty in that pink sweater, (Y/n). It really brings out your eyes." Regina stated, running a hand down (Y/n)'s arm gently. She was definitely more of a hands-on flirt versus Janis's approach of standing six feet away and pining. Regina decided that she had this competition in the bag as long as Janis stayed her six-foot distance. "Maybe we can go shopping this weekend. I have so many outfit ideas for you if you'll allow me to pick out some outfits for you."

(Y/n) smiled a bit, not backing away from Regina's touch, but she also didn't know that Regina was flirting with her. To be frank, she didn't even notice Janis flirting with her in their chemistry class. "I can see if my mom would be okay with me going. I wouldn't mind the hangout. I just don't know if my mom and I have the funds to actually buy anything right now. We're saving up for my Spring Fling dress." (Y/n) spoke thoughtfully, shrugging a bit. Her mom didn't want her to work during school so she could study and have fun. There was always the summer if (Y/n) chose, but she wasn't forced to.

Regina waved her hands as if she was swatting an imaginary fly as (Y/n) spoke. "No, no, I would buy you the outfits. You won't have to worry about a thing." Regina is a big spoiler. Even if she came off as mean, she bought various gifts for her friends. It was her giving love language, gifts. Though, if she is receiving love, she prefers words of affirmation. With her father's credit card, she was unstoppable when it came to buying the best gifts for her friends. She even took Cady shopping so she would stop looking like she was mirroring the 2010 fashion statement of flannels. Now, Cady looked amazing. However, (Y/n) already looked amazing, she just wanted to spoil her.

(Y/n)'s cheeks tinged pink as she looked down slightly. "Regina, I can't take your money." She said softly, staring at a spot on the floor. She didn't want to disrespect Regina's offer, but she also wasn't the best at receiving gifts. It made her feel bad.

Regina gently took (Y/n)'s chin with her finger and her thumb, allowing her to have (Y/n) look up at her. "It's no trouble at all. Maybe, we can exchange an outfit for one of those cute sweaters you crochet. Would that be a good deal for you?" Regina questioned, knowing that (Y/n) loved to crochet cardigans and sweaters. It was a win-win. She got to spoil (Y/n) and receive something sweet and homemade from her in return. Regina felt satisfied with her deal-making skills. It seemed (Y/n) did, too, as she simply nodded in Regina's touch.

"Okay, we can do that." She agreed with a kind smile. The kind of smile that made Regina's icy heart melt with warmth. She let go of (Y/n)'s chin gently before glancing at Gretchen and Karen. Gretchen was intentionally looking in every other direction than theirs as Karen sat there with a wide smile, watching the exchange, and Cady was just staring at the table not knowing what to do. As the bell rang, signaling that lunch was now over, Regina gave (Y/n) a hug as they separated from their classrooms. Regina cursed whoever made their schedules so opposite as she headed to the opposite side of the building from her.

As Regina walked away with Gretchen, Cady, and Karen behind her, she abruptly stopped, almost causing a collision. "This weekend, I'm going to ask her to Spring Fling." She said with a small, determined smirk playing on her lips. Regina wasn't going to allow Janis the opportunity to steal whatever was building between her and (Y/n), and she was going to make the first move. "Checkmate, Janis Imi'ike." She muttered as she entered her history class. Cady glanced at Regina before looking back to where they had just left (Y/n) behind for her class.

Cady Heron was now the person who either helped Regina or Janis accomplish their goal of asking (Y/n) to be their girlfriend officially. She knew she needed to get ahold of Janis as soon as possible, wanting to help her friend. She wasn't sure exactly who to be loyal to, but she knew that Janis at least deserved to hear Regina's plan so she could come up with her own. As her loyalty wavered with Regina, it strengthened with Janis as she texted her once she sat down for her class.

Regina's Ending | Janis's Ending

[beauiestars]

Logan Howlett x Reader

(Part One/Part Two)

Logan Howlett/Wolverine x Fem!Reader

PROMPT: "You've been alive for over a century, but you still don't know how to ask someone out?"

SUMMARY: You're a new teacher at Charles Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters and the school's resident grumpy teacher has fallen head over heels for you. Unfortunately, has no idea how to show it.

WORD COUNT: 1.6K

The sound of Logan's heavy footsteps echoed in the quiet hallway, accompanied by the faint chatter from nearby classrooms. He had dismissed his class early under the guise of a bad hangover, which led him to take a stroll on the second floor. Coincidentally—though everyone knew the real reason, they allowed him to believe he was being slick—the second floor just happened to be where your classroom was.

As he neared the door, his steps slowed, anticipation stirring within him.

He peeked inside, and his chest tightened at the sight of you. You were in your element, perched cross-legged on your desk, your hands moving expressively as you spoke. Your words and body language held your class spellbound. They hung on your every word, soaking up everything you said like sponges.

Logan found himself equally entranced.

Before he knew it, he was leaning casually against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest, eyes fixed on you. You were so absorbed in your lesson that you didn't even notice him standing there. But that allowed him more time to take you in, uninterrupted.

You were breathtaking.

Though you'd only been teaching at the school for a few months, you had already captured the hearts of students and staff alike. And Logan? He was a goner. There was something magnetic about you, something that drew him in and left him aching for more.

At first, it was your looks that caught his attention. The moment you'd stepped into view, he'd been stunned. Your face was a work of art—astoundingly beautiful. Your figure left him breathless, igniting thoughts he couldn't suppress, no matter how hard he tried.

But then you spoke, and you had him whipped. You were intelligent, witty, and undeniably funny—a combination that left him trembling.

Even when he'd been brusque and dismissive toward you at first—a bad habit—you had held your ground. You'd called him out without hesitation, putting him firmly in his place. You challenged him like very few others had, and Logan loved a challenge.

Now, watching you command the room with such ease, he couldn't help but marvel at you. You had him wrapped around your delicate, manicured finger—and Logan wouldn't have had it any other way.

"Alright, class," you said, drawing your rant to a close. You placed your palms on your thighs in a casual movement, but Logan's sharp eyes tracked them as they slid down to the fabric of your trousers. The way they clung to you had him swallowing hard, an intrusive thought flashing through his mind about cutting them off you entirely.

"That's all for today, I think," you continued, oblivious to his wandering gaze. "Just make sure you read those chapters I assigned, and I'll see you all in the morning."

Logan had never seen a group of students so reluctant to leave. They dawdled, taking their time packing up, and several made their way to your desk—peppering you with questions. Some were about the lesson, but others were shamelessly trivial: questions about your weekend plans or your favourite coffee.

You answered each one with genuine interest, your smile never faltering as you indulged their curiosity before gently ushering them out.

Logan leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, amused at the scene unfolding in front of him. He soaked up the final moments of being able to admire you—some of your students giving him odd looks as they passed by. Finally, as the last student exited, he crossed the threshold into your classroom.

"Some talent with the kids you've got there, bub," he remarked with an amused scoff, his deep voice cutting through the quiet room.

You turned to him, startled at first, before a smile spread across your face, softening your features. "Maybe not being grumpy and unapproachable all the time does wonders for teacher-student relations," you teased, a playful lilt in your voice.

Your jab hit him square in the chest, knocking the wind out of his carefully crafted composure. If he weren't so determined to keep up his rugged act, he might have blushed. There was nothing like an attractive woman with a razor-sharp wit to get Logan on his knees.

"Haha, very funny," he said, rolling his eyes in mock annoyance, though the grin tugging at his lips was impossible to hide. "Seriously, though—you've got a real gift with them."

You gasped theatrically, placing a hand over your chest as if he'd just said something scandalous. Logan's gaze followed the movement shamelessly, the way your fingers brushed against your collarbone practically hypnotic.

"Was that a real compliment from Mister Howlett?" you asked, voice dripping with mock disbelief. "Raven, is that you?"

Your laughter bubbled out of you, light and infectious, like you couldn't contain it. Logan stood no chance; his grin broke free, and he let himself enjoy the moment. You had him, and he didn't even mind.

Logan chuckled, shaking his head. "You've got jokes, huh? Don't get used to the compliments, sweetheart. They're in short supply."

"That's a shame," you quipped, tilting your head at him with a sly smile. "I think I could get used to hearing them from you."

He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. The playful banter between the two of you was something he found he couldn't go without after having a taste of it. "Careful, darlin'. Keep talking like that, and people might think you've got a soft spot for me."

You scoffed, crossing your arms as you leaned against your desk. "A soft spot for you? Please. You've spent half the semester pretending I don't exist, and the other half grumbling at me in the teachers' lounge."

"Grumbling?" he repeated with mock offense, taking a step closer. "I don't grumble."

"Oh, you do," you teased, mimicking his low, gravelly tone. "'Mornin'. Coffee tastes like ass again.' 'Kids these days don't know respect.' 'Who the hell called this faculty meeting?' Classic Logan Howlett." You placed your hand over your mouth to suppress a fit of giggles escaping you.

His laugh rumbled deep in his chest, and he rubbed the back of his neck, sheepish despite himself. "Alright, fine. Maybe I'm a little grumbly. But you're not exactly innocent, you know. Always throwing those big words around like you're trying to confuse me."

You smirked. "I think you're confusing yourself, Mister Howlett. I'm just speaking plain English."

He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping just enough to send a shiver down your spine. "Plain English, huh? Then why do I feel like every word outta your mouth is some kinda challenge?"

Your breath hitched, but you didn't let him see you falter. Instead, you raised an eyebrow, meeting his gaze head-on. "Maybe you just like a challenge."

Logan's lips curved into a slow, knowing grin, and for a moment, the tension hung thick in the air, electric and undeniable.

Logan cleared his throat, his eyes flicking to the floor before quickly snapping back to you. The easy smirk he usually wore faltered, replaced by a shift in posture that screamed unease.

"Anyway," he started, his voice a bit rougher than normal, "I, uh... I was thinkin'..."

You raised an eyebrow, stifling a grin. "Dangerous," you teased, watching him squirm.

He shot you a quick look, lips pressing into a thin line, and rubbed the back of his neck. "Right, well—" He fumbled with his words, clearly struggling to keep his usual tough demeanor. "So, you wanna... grab a beer sometime? Or... dinner. If you're into that."

You tilted your head, genuinely entertained by his discomfort. "Oh, I see." You smirked, crossing your arms, letting the silence stretch on a beat too long. You loved to keep a man—especially one so strong and self-assured as Logan—on his toes. "You're trying to ask me out, aren't you?"

Logan's eyes widened just slightly, the colour rising in his cheeks as he muttered, "No. I mean—yeah. I guess." He huffed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "It's not... well, I'm usually better at this."

You chuckled softly, leaning back against your desk as you watched him fumble. You found it quite adorable, really. "Logan," you began, your tone light and teasing, "you've been alive for over a century, but you still don't know how to ask someone out?"

His face twisted in annoyance, but the blush still lingered, making him look even more endearing in his discomfort. "Yeah, yeah. Real funny," he grumbled, voice low. "Look, it's not like I've had time to work on my dating skills, alright?"

"Oh, I'm sure," you replied, still holding back a smile. "The whole brooding, grumpy loner thing must've really worked in your favour, huh?"

"Shut up," he muttered, though there was no heat behind it. He tried to look away, but his gaze flickered back to you, as if he couldn't help himself. "So... what's it gonna be? You in for that beer or what?"

You tilted your head, letting the silence hang a little longer just to make him sweat. Then, finally, you leaned forward with a grin. "Alright, Logan," you said, voice almost too sweet. "I'll grab that beer with you."

His shoulders visibly relaxed, and the slight smirk returned to his lips. "Good. I wasn't gonna stop askin' till you said yes."

You shook your head, unable to suppress your amusement. "Persistent and charming. Who knew?"

He shot you a sideways glance, a playful glint in his eye. "You're lucky you're cute when you're mocking me, or I might've just left you hanging."

"Don't get ahead of yourself," you teased, crossing your arms. "You still don't know how to ask someone out."

Logan chuckled, shaking his head, and went about the rest of his day itching to take you on that date.

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[hardwriterdeluxe]

Economic Hockey Boys

In a small, conservative town, Alex's life was about to take an unexpected turn. He was an outsider, a creative soul who had always felt like he didn't quite belong. His colorful and artsy presentation was a stark contrast to the traditional masculinity that dominated his school, especially in the language class he shared with a group of stereotypical boys.

One of these boys was Max, a tall, athletic, and incredibly attractive member of the local hockey team. Max was the embodiment of the masculine ideal, with his chiseled jawline, strong physique, and a confident charm that made him popular among the girls and respected by the boys. Little did Alex know, but he had developed a crush on Max from the moment he saw him.

Their shared language class had been a source of both excitement and anxiety for Alex. Excitement because it allowed him to explore a new subject, but anxiety because it meant spending more time around the boys he secretly admired. Max, in particular, had caught his attention.

One day, their language teacher assigned a group project, and “fate”intervened to bring Alex and Max together. Before the lesson Max and the boys had requested to be paired in this group. They found themselves in a small group along with a few other students, working on a project that required them to sit closely together in a small group room.

As they settled in to work on the project, Alex couldn't help but feel nervous sitting next to Max. His heart raced, and his palms grew sweaty. Max, perhaps sensing Alex's unease, turned to him with a friendly smile. "Hey, Alex, don't be nervous. We got this," Max said, his voice smooth as honey.

Little did Alex know, Max had a plan of his own. He subtly flexed his arm, causing a bead of sweat to glisten on his bicep. Then, as if by accident, he raised his arm to reach for a pen, allowing his armpit to come tantalizingly close to Alex's face.

Alex's heart skipped a beat as he inhaled Max's intoxicating scent. He was oblivious to the fact that Max was intentionally using this opportunity to get closer to him, to make his presence known, and to send Alex's heart racing.

But the other boys in the group knew exactly what Max was doing. They exchanged knowing glances and stifled their laughter as they watched Alex struggle to maintain his composure.

As the project continued, Alex found it increasingly difficult to concentrate. Max's proximity, his scent, and the subtle but deliberate physical contact left Alex feeling dizzy with desire. Little did he know that this was just the beginning.

At the end of the lesson, Alex was dizzy and could not focus on anything but the smell. Originally, he was supposed to have an art lesson after the language lesson, but because of his foggy brain, he didn't think twice when he got the offer from the other boys. Max and the boys asked Alex if he wanted to tag along for their scheduled hockey practice. The team had made up with the school so that the members of the hockey team could practice during school hours.

Alex said yes, of course, and walked with them to the hockey arena, still dizzy but not as much. Alex's attire was a funny clash with the other boys' clean sporty look. Since Alex wore artsy and flamboyant clothes, he looked like a disco ball next to the conforming boys.

As the group and Alex finally arrived at the hockey arena, Alex started to question the situation a little bit more. Firstly, he knew nothing about sports or hockey, and he didn't even have any gear. Secondly, he was a skinny twig, not like Max, a Greek god. But he didn’t question it since he wouldn't be playing anyways

Max continued to be friendly with Alex and made Alex follow him and the boys to the locker room. In the locker room, the boys exchanged knowingly smug looks and waited for the action to begin.

They were tired of having to share their class with a walking pride flag and couldn't wait for Alex to become the extra resource they were missing on the team and in their bro-group. Max and the boys started undressing at their stations while Alex just stood there and started smelling the tasty air. Of course, a sweaty locker room filled with gear from matches played by hormone-filled 18+ boys would smell.

The boys had changed into their hockey attire and counted on Alex to poke around their "leftover" stuff. Just as they knew that when they left for practice and left Alex intoxicated by the air, Alex would start sniffing the leftover stuff and start his transformation.

Alex went from locker to locker and bench to bench, burying his face in socks and jocks, to jerseys and gloves. He got so hard he finally caved in and started to undress. All the leftover stuff he would put on to be one of the boys, the boys he envied and crushed on.

Firstly, Alex put on the used jock and felt so hot. He followed that up by covering his dainty feet in the big socks. He continued to dress up with the pants and put on the "gigantic" skates that were yellow from all the wear and tear. These definitely belonged to a player that used his full potential.

After he had laced up the skates, he put on the shin pads and the large shoulder pads. He continued to gear up with his elbow pads and his slash guards. Finally, he could put on the team-repping jersey that currently displayed a random number and name. He put on the helmet, hiding his blush-red face, and sealed off his hands with the large gloves.

Alex went over to the locker room mirror to see a pathetic boy in baggy gear. Just as Alex had the sad thought that this was stupid and that he needed to hurry before the others found him, he felt a tingle.

It first started in his feet where the once baggy socks and big skates soon filled out with rough, manly feet that had the skate methods in them. This was followed by his small legs growing larger, his calves exploded from the practices they had been through, and the changes just kept going up. His thighs became big and well-trained.

Alex's torso cramped before its fat disappeared, leaving rock-hard abs and a mesmerizingly good physique. Alex's once nonexistent pecs quickly hardened, and he started to fill in the gear well. The once large jersey, pants, and guards now fitted him perfectly, protecting him at all costs. Next up were his twig arms contrasting his currently good build. Alex's arms exploded with muscles, and you could see that he was clearly right-handed since he had used that hand for the hockey stick. The changes tracked to Alex's hands that juiced out, hands became hard and full of energy.

The changes took Alex's back and made a landscape of muscles, made his nether region grow and fill out the now small jock cup, and made his flat ass round up from all the practices in the sport.

Last but not least was Alex's average face. His rounded jaw became as sharp as a knife, emitting the peak of masculinity. Alex's nose bridge became broken and healed in an instant, caused by all the sport injuries. Alex's eyes narrowed and became focused and quick. Alex's once playful hair straightened into a simple middle part just like the rest of the boys. Lastly, in the transformation, the musk from all the "forgotten" clothes was absorbed by Alex, and this made him finally conform now that his brain was changed.

He wasn't Alex the artsy freak; he was a hockey bro, a confident chick magnet with a killer body. He was Alex the economic dude who always reeked from his pits.

The real world conformed to these changes, and gone was the old Alex. With this, the jersey he wore changed into Alex Benson and his number.

The team came back from practice, not knowing the old Alex, just the new. The only one who knew was Max.

 "Alex, bro, let's change after practice; you stink, dude. 

Hehe, bro, I went all out on the ice, you know me."

No more were Alex's old clothes. Instead, before him in his "new" locker, laid gray sweatpants, a fresh hockey hoodie, a black cap, a chain, and his shoes and socks—the attire of a real man.

Part 2: https://hardwriterdeluxe.tumblr.com/post/755751660684443648/part-two-the-gradual-takeover

[libraford]

Have you shared the story of you joining the track team with us? I feel like you have but I can't remember any details.

I SHALL TELL YOU A TALE OF PURE FOLLY!

The year us 1999, I am in seventh grade. Like most seventh-graders, I hate everything that I am forced to do but I especially hate Pep Rallies. They are hell for my tiny little social outcast ADHD brain: loud noises, forced enjoyment of an activity, sports, pointless interaction with people I can't stand, and the potential for relentless bullying afterwards.

So we had a pep rally.

And I, for the first time in my rules-following life, decided to skip.

My class filed into the gym, I ducked into the bathroom, and waited for the sound of the doors closing.

Problem was that I didn't think I'd get this far and I've never been in the habit of delinquency, so I had no idea what to do next. I started wandering the halls just a little bit, testing out the freedom of having broken the rules, going down hallways that weren't part of my routine...

...when I heard dogs barking.

You see...

...the pep rallies weren't exactly about basketball. The pep rallies were an excuse to make lots of noise so no one heard the police dogs when they came looking for drugs in people's lockers.

And I am not where I'm supposed to be. I am where NO ONE is supposed to be. And I panic, because if I show up to the pep rally late they are going to notice.

I did not think this through.

So I start looking for somewhere to be while the police are searching for worse criminals than myself and I see a bunch of students in the cafeteria. One of them is a friend of mine, so I wouldn't be completely out of place in this location, so I came in and sat down next to her. A roster is being passed around and I sign it so that I can say that I was accounted for during the pep rally in some way.

The teacher who is heading whatever this is stands up in front of this group and says:

"Thank you for coming to the track and field tryouts. You've all made it in."

Uh...

...woops.

I think I'll just sit through this one meet and then quit. People do it all the time, I don't think anyone would notice.

Except that this is a small town and everyone knows everyone- so the teacher/coach helpfully informed my father that I'd joined the track team voluntarily and in no way was it a mistake of any kind.

My whole family is sports nuts. My dad was in charge of the sports page at the news paper, my mom will talk excitedly about college football, and my brother has excelled in every sport he's ever been in.

I'm a textbook case of Not That. Art student, lead violist, and the most exercise I get is dodging projectile rocks on my way home from school.

But my dad is SO proud of me when he hears about it. Lee is doing a Sport? A Sport that's physical? A Sport with a team? A SPORT!

Like... he bought me new shoes and stuff to clean the shoes with and all kinds of first aid stuff for my muscle pains and oh my god for the first time in his life I was in a SPORT!

(Just to emphasize- he has always been PROUD of me. He thought I was a genius because I showed him how to make chocolate dipped strawberries at home without a fondue pot like... he's pretty sure I'm going to save the world somehow. But this was the first time that I had ever shown even the smallest bit of interest in doing a Sport, which is HIS special interest and now we can BOND!)

So I try.

You know... I hate running.

I actually have a condition caused by a childhood illness that impacts cartilage development as well as asthma from a bronchial infection when I was in 5th grade.

But my dad came to all of the track meets that he could and I was so deep into the lie that quitting now would break him.

So I try my hand at non-running events: shot put and discus. I'd still have to run during practice, but I was allowed to go off and do Not Running for a little bit.

I can't remember the actual numbers or anything, but I remember that when I first did shot put with proper form, the coach kind of turned her head sideways and said 'damn.'

So turned out that being at the roly-poly stage of my larval development meant that I was still learning how my personal body chemistry affects the build of muscle. The answer is 'very quickly.'

It starts getting hard to find shirts that will fit my biceps and now I'm in trouble for wearing non-standard issue tank tops to school from practicing shot and discus.

If this were a movie, it would mean that suddenly being a jock meant that I had been accepted by my peers and something something Mean Girls something something. But no, because having incredible muscle as a thirteen year old did not do anything to disspell the rumors that I was a lesbian and unfortunately I was still bullied relentlessly. Nor did I ever throw a punch because I don't like hurting people and no one ever taught me how to fight. But it did mean that I had a handful of girls ready to use teeth and nails to defend the shot put champion.

Which is important because I was the ONLY shot put and discus thrower in the school.

And as I found out- the district.

I went almost an entire season without competing against a single person, winning the event by default.

Until the semi-finals.

And I did have to compete against an assortment of other thirteen year olds that were just now learning that they had upper body strength. But because they ALSO were the only ones competing in those events they had never competed against another person either.

So we all sucked.

I got gold in shot put. Bronze in discus. But to their credit there were only three competitors.

Huge fucking deal for my dad.

Not a huge deal for the rest of the track team, who all did really poorly in most events BUT throwing events, which meant that this was our last game of the season.

And so ended my short, accidental career as the middle school shot put champion.

"Did you try out again in 8th grade?"

Fuck no. I hate running.

[stonesparrow]

Yuzuriha Childhood Headcanons

Specifically about her particular brand of Weird Kid that matches Senku and Taiju's chaotic vibes, because you CANNOT tell me that Yuzuriha was "the normal one" in that group of friends, especially with her and Senku having the power to enable each other's creativity in ways their parents and teachers would find very stressful.

Baby/toddler Yuzuriha drew on the walls ALL the time, her parents had to get her a big whiteboard so she wouldn't cover ever bare inch of the house with scribbles (plus a whiteboard can be photographed and then cleaned, which was good because she made a new masterpiece almost every day)

Used to cry if a marker/crayon/pencil was the wrong color/if she didn't have the exact shade she wanted. Did not have the vocabulary to express what the right color was.

The Ogawas had a house rule that Yuzuriha was not allowed to use scissors unsupervised until she was old enough to understand that there's a difference between "box of fabric scraps-for cutting!" and "drapery."

Clever enough and dexterous enough to defeat about half of all child safety locks. This would have been a much bigger problem if she was not usually occupied by art.

First day of Kindergarten and she builds a surprisingly accurate model of Tokyo out of blocks that covers the entire play mat and annoys the other kids.

LEGO. Fiend. (This would come in handy for bonding with a certain little scientist)

Usually got along perfectly fine with the other kids but they were always a little intimidated by how intense she gets about any project that has to do with art/diagrams/models. What do you MEAN you don't want to sculpt the prime minister's face out of play doh with marbles for eyes. They're the perfect colors!

Part of the reason Taiju initially wanted to befriend her was because she reminded him of a little of Senku.

[sessakag]

Now all I can think about is Prey!Papa-Naruto because it would be the wildest funniest thing ever! Poor Hinata is probably trying to make sure her kids grow up to be good morally upstanding people and Naruto is just….Yeah 😬. Funnily enough this Naruto probably wouldn’t have as much of a contentious relationship with Boruto because there’s no way he’s putting work above spending time how he wants 😭. And as a Kawaki hater I’m pleased to say I don’t see this Naruto being altruistic enough to take in some random abused kid so really we’ve got my ideal version of the Uzumaki family 🫢. Anyway, I bet parent-teacher conferences and kiddy playdates and birthday parties are gonna be fun times 🤣. Speaking of bday parties happy early birthday! I hope it’ll be a fun one.

Daddy Prey!Naruto is the funniest thing ever, lol.

For sure, Naruto would spend time with his little mini-me. Who would stop him?

I feel like Boruto would be very aware that his father is a homicidal nutjob and spend his time trying to keep innocents out of harms way, but he does it in ways that are just as bad as his father, because of course, the apple doesn't fall that far from the tree, and that he has this huge blind spot to when his own inner crazy is starting to show, lol. And of course, mess with his mom or baby sister, well then, you'll have a hard time telling Naruto and Boruto apart at all🤭he'd justify his violence and the bodies in his closet because Prey!Narupapa taught him that delusion is just another way to say correct, and there's nothing wrong with customizing your own reality when it's convenient. He'd also spend so much time trying to undo Hima's worst tendencies their dad is teaching her in an effort to help his mom out, but ends up making it worse by teaching her "alternative" tendencies that are just as bad but much more slicker than his father's open bluntness, which ultimately, makes Hinata's job harder, lol. Poor lady, I can see her trying to explain the situation to her crazy husband. Hinata: I'm trying to make sure the kids have a moral compass, Naruto Naruto: The fuck they need that for?

I'll be honest, I really don't know all that much about Kawaki since I don't watch the show, but his design is very cool, and the clips I've seen of him on youtube I vibe with🤭but Naruto being altruistic and adopting a poor orphan? Not fuckin likely at all, lol. Prey!Naruto wouldn't care about any kids but his own🤷🏽‍♀️so you're all set for sure, lol.

Parent-teacher conferences would be lit af😂imagine Naruto's big buff tatted up self sitting in one of those itty bitty chairs at a table lower than his knees while the teacher tries to get him to understand that it's not a good thing that his little girl is drawing her classmates with their heads somewhere other than on their shoulders🤣he would be so insulted and have a very scary diatribe about why Hima's work is "art" not a "red flag". The teacher would resign the next day by the time he was done. Omg birthdays🙈One word: Pinata. Take that as you will, lmao!

And omg, I wanna write Prey!Naruto at a PTA meeting, lmao! And you'd think Hinata was the one that dragged him to it, but NO, he'd go on his own because he's a super paranoid bastard that needs to know what is going on in his orbit and that includes his hellspawns, and if he doesn't like what he hears he'll have to retire a few folks to ensure things are being run for the benefit of his offspring😂

Hima's not doing a kiddy playdate, study date, pretend date, any date. Over somebody else's dead body would Naruto allow his baby girl to do any sorta dating🤣hell naw, and don't @ him about it. End of discussion. Why? Because Naruto knows how guys are, and considering the things he does to Hima's mother on a regular basis, he's dead set on not letting any guy near his daughter until she's at least 80 years old, if she's lucky. Teen!Hima good luck trying to date or get a boyfriend😅especially since big brother's not gonna be too keen on the idea either, lol. And thank you for the early birthday wishes!!💕

I feel like this SOL Prey!Naruto family is set in stone to be a thing at this point, lmao. I'm certainly sold on it. I won't say whether or not I plan on Hinata getting knocked up in Prey, ya'll will have to wait and find out but I definitely think this should be a full SOL fic at this point, lol. It's just too good to pass up🤭

[dragonsdendoodles]

University head cannons? Like which u I each kid would go to

So uh

I am an American who knows next to nothing about American universities, much less British ones.

As in I could maybe name five American universities off the top of my head and that's including both the one I go to now and the one I grew up really wanting to go to

But instead I can give you what I think each of them would do in college so here's that :)

(we're not worrying about money because Millard canonically has like. 20 different degrees)

Jacob wanted to do psychology and peculiar history. He does the former almost exclusively online and the latter with Millard, who did peculiar history again so that Jacob would do it with him.

Emma did photography. And metalsmithing, because they let her play with fire.

Millard is, as stated, doing peculiar history again, but at this point I'm decently sure Millard is trying to 100% degrees in peculiar studies and I wouldn't be surprised if eventually he did that with normal degrees as well.

Bronwyn got a degree in education and is very regularly a substitute teacher in the present as well as a teacher in loops, to give ymbrynes breaks when they need them.

Enoch did not want to go to college. However, funeral homes nowadays require degrees, and he did not have any other ideas as to what he could do as a job, and everyone else decided to at least try to have lives in the normal world and he didn't want to be left out.

Horace took as many fashion design classes as they would physically let him. He's gotten three degrees in fashion design. Just because.

Olive and Claire are babies I will accept them going to high school but they are not allowed to do college they're too little.

Hugh and Fiona did not do college. They started a farm.

Noor got an art degree. She works in a tattoo shop in the present.

[animentality]

we talk a lot about how much ketheric hated durgetash, but what about how much orin hated durgetash? either she despised her sibling and hated seeing them happy (and also distracted from bhaal), or she actually got along pretty well with her sibling until gortash came and ruined it. she must have been so jealous, but not jealous in a “i wish it were me fucking durge/gortash” way, jealous in a “im the only one who seems to be taking this group project seriously but you’re the two getting the credit from teacher” way.

See, but here's the more tragic thing to consider...

Yes, the idea of Orin always hating Durge, and then flying off the handle because she can't handle being perpetually single and pretending it's for religious radicalism reasons is funny.

But what if Orin genuinely cared for them, because they were nicer to her than anyone else?

What if they actually had a somewhat decent relationship because deep down, they know they aren't that different?

The Dark Urge killed their parents, and they had to have felt regret...but they pushed down their feelings, and embraced being a Bhaalspawn, because what else could they do, really?

Their father would literally DISSOLVE them if they disobeyed.

But maybe they'd look at this younger fellow Bhaalspawn, and they'd remember having a childhood before that...and they'd feel bad for her. Take her under their wing.

And she, in turn, wouldn't be used to having someone who actually treats her kindly, or at least, with any degree of mercy?

I'm not sure where I read it, but I think it's mentioned somewhere, or was supposed to be in the game or something, that she tried to resist Bhaal once in the past, but was shut down.

And that is really sad to consider, because maybe Orin knew she was trapped, so, like the Dark Urge, she chose to embrace her heritage because she had no other choice.

But she and the Dark Urge have this in common, and that's why they'd get along...

Until. That fucking Chosen of Bane...

Suddenly the Dark Urge isn't spending any time with her...suddenly, they're moody, withdrawn.

Defensively angry.

See, there's a nasty note from the Dark Urge to Orin in her bedroom...

They say that Orin's blood is "impure."

And I can see why that would hurt Orin a lot...but in HER note, she just mentions how she hates how close Durge is with Gortash?

So maybe.

Hear me out...

Orin had NOT been planning on usurping the Dark Urge at all, like Sarevok says, until they met Gortash.

THEN, she felt betrayed.

Like...I thought we were alike. I thought you knew how it felt, to repress your feelings, and to embrace your destiny, instead of your own needs...but here you are.

Embracing a Banite...spending less time in the temple...with me.

So rather than feeling betrayed because she "loves" Bhaal...deep down, on a subconscious level... she's devastated because the only person she felt could understand her...was becoming someone new.

And she hated it.

And anon...

Orin is an artist at heart.

Creating grisly art was her way of expressing her individuality.

The Dark Urge mentions that they admire her art... but also that it's "useless" because Bhaal doesn't care for it...

Maybe they used to encourage her to be artistic as a child?

Because they know better than anyone, how you must suppress any sense of individuality as a Bhaalspawn. That's not what you were made for. But they knew it helped her emotionally.

And before Gortash, they lightly encouraged it, or at least allowed it...but then she starts being abrasive and complaining about Gortash.

She starts saying, do you truly serve Bhaal, or Enver Gortash, and they'd snap back, because they're defensive about it right, that she doesn't really understand what Bhaal wants???

So I think the Dark Urge showing contempt for her artwork was just a coping mechanism.

They had abandoned their individuality a long time ago, but suddenly this Enver Gortash says he likes them for them...he says, I love how smart you are...and they feel like...they're more than a Bhaalspawn...

And Orin is hurt and betrayed, because she thought they were in this together...and they're confused and anxious, over this problem that they can't simply kill...

So in short, anon.

Yes.

I think the Dark Urge and Gortash's relationship DID put a huge strain on the Dark Urge's relationship with Orin.

I think it would've really broken her heart, to know she was alone with just Bhaal for company.

I also think she needn't have worried, because they'd both get what was coming to them anyway in the end.

They were never going to last forever, her own actions be damned.

Alas, anon.

I feel...so sorry for them all.

[aibazuos]

My Brazilian ass is thinking way too much about a One Piece Brazilian military dictatorship AU and I need to put it out there or I will explode

Honestly, the only reason that's something I have such strong opinions about is bc Luffy is Brazilian and there's just so little Brazilian characters in media in general (There's more in Japanese media than in other places but I don't have the time to explain it, if you want to learn more about that you can watch this video).

I don't know how ethical it is to find parallels between a fictional work and very real events that caused the suffering and death of a lot of people. But I think that this is a way to share more of this very important moment in Brazilian history.

So, let's start with a bit of actual history before jumping into my strange attempt at mixing a media that I love and the history of my country.

(Tw: discussions of torture, death, abuse of power by the government, gun use, armed revolution, censorship and anything you can think about that has to do with a military dictatorship. I won't go into detail, but if that's something that triggers you be mindful of that)

Oh, not a TW but something you should know, there's a lot, and I mean a lot, of communism, socialism and anarchism, just so you know

The coup d'état

In 31th of March, 1964 the Brazilian President João Goulart was overthrown by the army. The coup would later be described as a "revolution" by Castelo Branco, one of the Presidents during de dictatorship. It was said to be revolution bc of the "threat of communism" that had been taking over Brazil.

I need to make this very clear, Brazil had at the time some communist and socialist party's, but there was no actual threat from them, since they weren't popular enough with the general population.

This anti-communism reasoning had been used before to instal dictatorships is Brazil, such as the Getulio Vargas government. And it's still being used to this day by far-right politicians to manipulate the public (no, I'll not be arguing about this, if you truly think Brazil has an actual communist threat you can go and find another blog for you, mine isn't the place. block me if you feel the need)

The coup, and the whole dictatorship, was funded by the US

The Institutional Acts

The Institutional Acts were extra-legal decrees that were issued. There were 17 of them and more than a 100 complementary acts.

The Institutional Act number 5 is considered the more violent one, it allowed: the revocation of mandate of any elected politician, the president to interfear in government of states and county's and it made possible for a citizen to lose their constitutional rights. This Act was the one that basically legalized the torture that was already happening.

The Torture and Assassinations

Again, not going into detail, but there was a lot of people who disappeared after being arrested. The most infamous case is of Vladimir Herzog who was found in his cell after "self deleting" with his tie. The photo of his body was sent to the news by the army, but it was questioned by the public, bc he used his tie, but his his legs could touch the floor, so not the most efficient way. I do not recommend looking for his name online unless you want to see the fake self deleting photo, there's no blood or gore, but it is a dead body.

You could be arrest for subversive behavior, basically anything that the government deemed to be against it. A lot of students and teachers were arrested, journalists, actual revolutionaries and people that they would call "communists" even if a lot of them weren't communists.

The Censorship

A lot of art was censored during the dictatorship. Some musicians, such as Chico Buarque , found ways to still criticize the government in their songs but in a more subtle way that wouldn't get them caught. But even then Chico Buarque had to flee the country at some point. (Construção, Cálice and A Banda are very good songs that he wrote during the dictatorship and that are seen a symbol of resistance, really recommend them)

Carlos Marighella

Carlos Marighella was at one point considered enemy number one by the government and was classified as a terrorist. He participated in the armed fight against the dictatorship and founded the Ação Libertadora Nacional (National Liberation Action)

Before the coup he was already part of the Communist Party and an atheist, getting arrested even before the coup bc of an offensive poem he wrote about the administration of Bahia.

The ALN was involved in the kidnapping of an American ambassador in 69, along side the MR-8, another revolutionary movement.

Later that year Marighella was killed in the back of a car after being shot multiple times by the police. The photo of his body would be sent to papers, and through that way his son, fifteen at the time, discovered about his father’s death.

His death would get the urban guerrilla slowed down, but the rural guerrillas still happen and it got more support.

In 1996 the Ministry of Justice would recognize Marighella’s death as the estate’s responsibility. In 2007 it was decided that his wife, Clara Charf was to have a lifetime pension from the government (she is still alive at 99 years old). And, in 2012, after investigations, the Ministry of Justice declared his amnesty post mortem.

(Again, be careful when searching about him, the pictures of his body are not hard to find, and it’s a very bloody image. He was shot multiple times)

The end

The dictatorship ended in 1985. At that point the military was having difficulties keeping itself in power, since the direct elections for governor in 1982 had already elected 10 governors that were in opposition to the dictatorship.

Along side that, during 1983 and 1984 there was a civil movement called “Diretas Já” that wanted the direct elections for the president back, since those stopped happening after the dictatorship took place. That movement was taken down, but even then in the indirect elections of 1985 the non-military candidate, Tancredo Neves, won the election, officially ending the dictatorship.

The end of the dictatorship had already been expected by the military. So in 1979 the president João Batista Figueiredo signed the amnesty for anyone who had committed political crimes, including the torturers. Dilma Rousseff, the first woman to be president of Brazil, elected in 2012, was one of the many people to be tortured by the military and one of the few that survived it. And the current president, Luís Inácio "Lula" da Silva, was part of the syndicalist movement during the dictatorship (not saying I like them, but they are very important figures today and I think it puts into perspective that this events weren't that long ago)

About 400 people were confirmed dead after the end of the dictatorship, but more than 20,000 were missing. It's very hard to find the information about the missing people, since even if files were made about them they are either hidden somewhere or they have been destroyed. To this day new information about this period is being discovered.

In 1988 the new constitution had been written and put into place. It still is the constitution that is being used to this day and is called the citizen constitution, since it was made for the new democratic government. It also made the presidential elections direct again.

WTF AM I DOING??? (AKA: the actual One Piece part)

(honestly there's still a lot of history during this part, I'm terrible at this)

The Marighella question

I just needed to work someone based on Marighella into this, he is such an important figure in all of this. I had two main ideas, either Gol D. Roger and Monkey D. Dragon could fulfill this role of a number one enemy but bc the main character is obviously Luffy i kinda want to make it Dragon.

I think I have some ideas abt their father-son relationship, or lack of it, that would make it interesting.

What I'm writing here is basically a pre-story and the very beginning of it, bc of it some characters are going to be left out (also I haven't watched all of one piece)

Monkey D. Garp

Born in 1904 in the city of Rio de Janeiro

Joined the military in 1922 at 18

Had Dragon in 1929 at 25

Fought in WWII as part of the cobras fumantes (smoking snakes)

Had a difficult time being there for Dragon when he was growing up since he at the time was to rising up the ranks

Tried to get Dragon to join the military

In 1951 when the Getúlio Vargas got into power again Dragon had been affiliated to the communist party for 5 years and Garp stated to hide their connection so that he wouldn't have to report his son.

Luffy is born in 1952 and Dragon takes care of him until 1955. Garp tries to take care of him for a few months, but bc he's a this point a Brigadier General he doesn't have the time to take care of a kid, so Luffy is sent to live with Dadan in Salvador.

When the coup happens Garp burns every file that has Dragon's full name

When Dragon is expelled from the communist party, in 1967, Garp thinks that he's going to calm down and stop, but a few months later more violent revolutionary actions start happening and Garp just knows that it is his son

Garp tries to disturb the investigations that are slowly getting closer to Dragon, but when the U.S starts putting more and more funds into finding and killing Dragon he is forced to stop or he'll be under suspicion of treason

When Dragon dies in 1969 Garp goes to Salvador to tell Luffy face to face abt his father's death

He again tries to get Luffy to join the military, trying to get his grandson to be safe, maybe that way he can resign

Luffy refuses and Garp knows that if he resigns he won't be able to protect Luffy, so he doesn't resign

When his colleagues start talking about this new traveling artists that are making subversive plays in the more rural areas Garp promises himself that no one will kill his grandson

Monkey D. Dragon

Born in 1929 in Salvador, Bahia

He remembers the fear that he felt every time a soldier came bearing news of his father's situation. Would this be the time they tell him he died while fighting the nazis?

The first time he learned about communism was by chance. Some activists had ran scared after the police arrived and left behind some copies of the communist manifesto. He was 14 and that was the first book he read through that wasn't for school

When WWII ended in 1945 Dragon was relieved to have his father back, but that didn't last long. Soon Garp was back to work

They moved to Rio de Janeiro after Garp came back

Since Rio was, at the time, the capital and Gétulio Vargas had just been deposed it wasn't particularly difficult for Dragon to start going to communist meetings

In 1946, when Dragon is 17, he officially joins de communist party

After he graduated high school in the end of that same year he officially moves out and start living in a college commune

He goes to the Universidade Federal do Rio de Janeiro (UFRJ - Federal University of Rio de Janeiro) to get a sociology degree

He graduates in 1950

When Vargas becomes a President again in 1951 Dragon is arrested for subversion for the first time

He's in prison for a few months

When he sees Garp after that they both know that no one can know about their connection. Vargas is in power again and an active member of the communist party that is also the son of an important figure from the military has the biggest target in his back

They wouldn't see each other for years. Both still living in Rio de Janeiro, but no attempts at contact would be made

In 1952 Luffy is born, Dragon is his sole caretake

For his son he tries to lay low, he knows what is like to have an absent father, he doesn't want his son to have the same. He does more office work, publishing unsigned papers in various communist papers and that works

For 3 years that works, but then he's arrested in a violent way. He is shot in the stomach and 2 cops press him to side of the car while putting handcuff on him

Luffy sees everything

When he gets his one call he calls one of his friends and asks them to take Luffy to Garp's house in as many codes as he can use, trying to make sure that the cops didn't know he had a son.

This time his arrest lasts 2 years, he thinks that it would've lasted more if Vargas hadn't ended his own government by killing himself

He goes to visit Garp, to visit Luffy

But Luffy isn't there and Garp won't tell him where Luffy is

He's angry, furious, but at the same time he knows that Luffy is going to be safer away from him

He never sees Luffy again

Juscelino Kubitschek (JK) is elected President in 1955 and the construction of Brasília, the new capital, starts

Things calm down for a few years between JK's government, Jânio Quadros resignation from office and than João Goulart

But the coup happens

Everyone in the party knows that if things had been hard when Vargas was president they are about to get worse now

The younger members of the party, the ones that hadn't been there when Vargas was president, either get even more radicalized or leave the party

Dragon feels like they aren't doing enough, people are getting tortured and killed and they are writing articles that are never going to be published

He's expelled from the party, his colleagues see him as being way to violent, but he takes some people with them and makes his own revolutionary group

They finally get some world out there, but the military makes sure that none of it gets to the papers, censoring everything

The military gets more vicious in their search for Dragon, so Dragon gets more violent

Civillians are never to be killed, even if they are sometimes caught in the crossfire

They throw a grenade in an U.S building and things get harder, now the U.S wants Dragon's head too

He knows that he's going to die, that the police has found his colleagues, his friends. He knows that he is one of the few left and, maybe, if he dies first, the ones that are still alive can get away, maybe live normal lives

He writes letter and records messages in tapes, most os them are for Luffy

When he gets shot the first time he knows that this it, that he's going to die there in the backseat of a car

Quickly the other shots follow

Monkey D. Luffy

Born in 1952 in the city of Rio de Janeiro

His gramps sent him to live in Salvador when he was very young

For some reason he doesn't have many memories from before he went to live with Dadan... but he remembers someone being shot

He's 5 when he meets his brothers. He loves them

School is boring

Gramps wants him to join the army when he grows up

One day, when Luffy is 7 a band of traveling artists appear in town, the cops hate them but Luffy is immediately interested

Shanks is just so cool and so strong

Luffy wants to be like him when he grows up

They get into a fight with some low grade soldiers and Luffy tries to defend them

He fails

Shanks has to protect him and gets shot in his shoulder, he loses movement of his arm

Luffy promises himself that he would get strong enough to not let anyone he cares about get hurt

Shanks continues to tell him that it wasn't his fault, the cop should't have pointed at gun at a child

Just as sudden as they came the leave, Shanks gives Luffy his straw hat

Things go back to how they were before, except now Luffy knows he will never be part of the military

Gramps is angry when he hears that

When he's twelve his teachers start talking about how the military is now in power, they say it's a good thing "We'll finally get ride of the commies, there will be order in the country"

Luffy feels something sick in him

A month later Sabo dies

Luffy and Ace didn't go to school for a week

Ace graduated and left. He said he wanted to do something good, make their childhood dreams of changing the world into reality

Luffy wants to go with him but Ace refused

Luffy is now alone

School is still boring and now his teachers continue to praise the military in everything they do. Some of them seem scared of the military though

He's 15 when he hears whispers of this “commie bastard” that is been causing havoc in Rio de Janeiro

He's 16 when the papers now have the face and name of the commie bastard, a guy with a face tattoo, " THE TERRORIST DRAGON"

He's 17 when his gramps shows up in town, with a paper in hands that declared that Dragon was dead

"Your dad Luffy, he died"

Gramps begs him to join the military, to keep himself safe

Luffy can't agree to that, not after having see the military hurt so many people and stop them from being free

All Luffy wants is to be free

That is the first time he sees his Gramps cry

His gramps said that his dad left him tapes and letters

Luffy hears and reads all of them that night

When Dadan and gramps go to wake him up next day they find an empty bed

Okay, this post is already way to long and characters like Ace and Sabo are more interesting if I talk abt them at a later point

Honestly I really recommend taking pieces of the history of your country and characters you love and smash them. It doesn't need to be something so traumatic as my choice was, you can just use something that you think is interesting.

My choice was the dictatorship bc I think One Piece deals a lot with themes like these with the marines that it was the most obvious choice. Also communist Dragon, honestly that was a big part of it too

Less important, but like, I really do need to change the names of the IRL presidents and stuff like that. bc even the idea of "Monkey D. Dragon" and "Getúlio Vargas" being two people alive at the same time is weird

I don't know if this post will get attention, but I do plan on writing more of whatever this is

Also, this shit wasn't beta'd I just needed to get this out there as soon as possible

[itsaspectrumcomic]

Hi there! Your comics really help me to visualize some things concerning the spectrum, thank you. One question please, if I may (and I am aware the answer can be something different for everyone, but I am collecting possibilities and options):

Was there anything that helped you in school with being able to concentrate, when you felt it was too loud to do so? Apart from headphones or earplugs?

Thank you so much in advance! I hope you're having a lovely day.

Hi! I really struggled with focusing in school - I spent a lot of my classes doodling which occasionally got me into trouble with my teachers (it did give a me a lot of art practice though lol). I also never wore headphones in school because I was undiagnosed and you weren't allowed headphones in class and I Followed The Rules.

Having something to fiddle with helped - I didn't have any fidget toys back then but I usually wore a hairband on my wrist to mess around with. As a bonus it was silent so no one could get too annoyed. These days I have a spinner ring and a little block puzzle :)

I love this thing it's the only fidget I haven't managed to destroy haha

Being given written information as well meant I was more likely to take it in since I had trouble listening to the teacher. I never specifically requested it because I didn't know that was something you could do, but I think having basic bullet points of what each lesson would cover would have helped me a lot.

Also if you're feeling overwhelmed by the noise, it's OK to ask to go to the bathroom and just sit there quietly for a bit.

Right now I'm trying to have a quiet room set up for people in my office to work in when they can't concentrate in the open plan area. School probably wouldn't love that for classes in general but it might be something worth requesting for study periods if you have them, or as somewhere quiet to go at breaktimes.

I hope that's helpful and I hope you have a good day as well :)

[c0stiffen]

Howdy! I have a question about your blind Arven AU

Well, a few to be exact

1. Is there gonna be fanfiction or something for the AU, or is it only told through drawings (I do love your drawings btw!)

2. I know you did the Paldea kiddos, I was wondering what would Kieran and Carmine be like in this AU (I think that was mentioned on this blog, though I don't remember. My memory is not the best)

3. Would the story of ScarVio play out as normal in your AU or are there major story changes?

Sorry if its a lot, your au is one of my hyperfixations and it is kinda a comfort thing for me, so yeah-

I never thought anyone would say that my art would be someone's comfort-Hyperfix. THAT HIT HARD, THANK YOU!!

Now answering your questions…

Is there gonna be fanfiction or is it only told through drawings?

I have one that focuses on the entire story of the game, including the DLC and the epilogue. I haven't posted any chapters yet, but I plan to post them on AO3. I'm doing it from the perspective of Nemona, Arven, Penny and the leaders of Team Star (base game). Cof cof mi AO3 Profile spam moment

Nemona's story doesn't change much honestly, but she is accompanied by Juliana and Florian.

The story of Team Star focuses on the academy's past, the difficulties of its members' disabilities and conditions, and a couple of other things. (For example, the fact that Giacomo before the events of the base game was able to talk and Penny did not need a wheelchair).

Arven's story focuses on how he tries to save Mabosstiff, his only friend, by himself. He only has his staff, a Smartrotom at the beginning trying to search for the Titan Pokemon. (Yes, he went down to Area Zero).

I have a couple of one-shots that I want to post based on some drawings I've been doing these days, some have to do with Giarven (I'm definitely the CEO for a reason) and the rest are cute interactions between characters (Like Nemona and Giacomo exercising their roles as president and vice president of the student council respectively).

For now I think I'll just make comics that tell some Lore facts, but I'm fine with the questions!

What would Kieran and Carmine be like in this AU?

I've been thinking that Kieran is a boy who constantly had to be hospitalized for much of his life (I still haven't really decided what disability he would have), I haven't thought much about Carmine's disability in this AU so for now it's just like the Carmine canon, she cares about her brother (maybe a little too much) because she doesn't want him to get hurt. Kieran still loves Ogerpon here, the stories helped him not hate hospitals so much.

Would the story of ScarVio play out as normal in your AU or are there major story changes?

There are some changes in the story but it wouldn't affect the gameplay of the game to be honest, here are some story facts:

Turo and Sada Co-exist in this AU, they are both pokemon teachers but they have been missing for 5 years. (No contact with the outside world, not even with Clavell or Arven).

Giacomo and Penny were not disabled before the bullying.

The Starmobiles are adapted for the leader, example: Atticus's one covers him from the sun.

Juliana and Florian co-exist.

The academy claims to be an inclusive institution for students with disabilities. The majority are healthy students but a considerable part of the students have some disability or condition (usually so mild that it allows them to live day to day without many difficulties).

Saguaro is one of the teachers who is in charge of the education of students who must be in classes adapted for them. (Like Arven!)

Team Star and Arven are more related than in the canon game.

[shadesofmauve]

Author Ask Tag?!

(Punctuation interpretation: Apparently we don't know if it's an author ask tag or not, but we do know it's very excited about it)

Thanks to @fenmere for tagging me. I haven't answered any of these in a while, but wow, do I need a distraction. And I'll tag @swaps55.

I'm going to answer for the original idea I'm working on, even though I'm barely working on it and it's barely a thing, because I think it might be helpful.

What is the main lesson of your story? Why did you choose it?

I started with a character, not a lesson. I usually have characters and places I want to play with, rather than core conflict, lesson, or plot — that's why most of what I've written is fanfic. I think this idea has legs because I DID come up with a core conflict, but it's not as interesting an answer to the question.

What I definitely have are big goals that I wouldn't call lessons. I want to write a sci-fi novel starting on another planet with a character who feels about her home the way I feel about mine. I want a vehicle to show the depth of connection humans can have to place — and eventually, to show that sometimes instead of 'you can never go home' you find 'you can go home and appreciate it more because you've experienced other places'. I want to play with more utopian societies, and the idea that someone can work to become native to a place, in terms of how they interact with it. (Yes I adore Robin Wall Kimmerer, her work will come up again later).

I also want a bisexual amputee lady to shoot an asshole with a giant tranq rifle.

Y'know. Goals.

What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding?

I've been noodling on two planets (one of which we never see in the story, but that don't stop me) and the general interstellar human culture. Sadly, as the plot developed, I seem to end up with a lot more time in space than on Moira's home planet, which is where I WANTED things to be rooted. Like, shit.

Lots of cool things about our own environment with one dramatic change went into Moira's planet. Robin Wall Kimmerer's book on moss provided an entire biome with the simple "Okay, that spore dispersal method, but a hundred feet tall" transformation. There's another that started with "What kind of environment would allow a barnacle-like filter-feeder to exist in air instead of water?" It all develops outward from there, in an apparently chaotic but functional series of little growing tendrils. Like a slime mold.

What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, or help the reader grow as a person?

Moira's trying to not have humanity go to war with aliens we've hardly met, and to get back to her home and her life.

I'm trying to fuck her up enough to keep it interesting.

How many chapters is your story going to have?

How does anyone know that?! It's a mystery! I won't know until I'm polishing the epilogue, if it even HAS an epilogue. (I don't think it has an epilogue, actually. I've already written the end. Three paragraphs of it. This thing only has 4000 words and 200 of them are the end.)

Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

Original, and let's not get ahead of our selves. Also I agree with @fenmere; sick of the word 'content.' It's fiction. My visual art is visual art. It's not grist for the content mill.

When did you start writing?

4th grade! I hated writing homework. Total block. One afternoon when class got out I noticed the teacher had a converse shoe keychain, and made up shit on the spot about a little guy who lived in it. She said, "See, you make stories! Try writing that one down!" So I did.

(I don't think it had a plot, either. At least I'm consistent.)

Do you have any words of encouragement for fellow writers of writeblr? What other writers do you follow?

I'm going to quote @fenmere's wise words, here:

"Look for the aspects of writing that grip you, and celebrate them, roll in them like a dog that’s found something stinky, eat them like a fan of picture books, smear them all over your face, wear them for clothing, and then, feral and ravenous for more, go hunting."

Does that seem like a cop-out? Yes! As Dorothy Sayer's Lord Peter Wimsey once said, "A felicity for quotation covers the absence of original thought."

[vermutandherring]

One of my friends asked me by what criteria I choose games. I said there should be a pretty male character. He continued: "Of course, but what else besides a handsome man can you be captivated by the game?" No, my friend, you don't understand. A handsome character is often the only reason I pick up a game. I'm not saying that this is the only thing that defines for me such a complex work as a video game. But it is futile to deny the fact that we are living beings who like beautiful things and especially attractive bodies. Yoji Shinkawa understands this too. As well as the fact that the player spends most of his time looking at the protagonist's back. So why not make that back as attractive as possible?

At around the age of 19, Yoji Shinkawa entered Seika University in Kyoto. It is a private university known for its manga and anime departments, often taught by mangakas. Young Shinkawa's passion for art blossomed as he got acquainted with the books of his compatriots, illustrators Hikozo Ito (1904 - 2004) and Kashō Takabatake (1888 - 1966). Both graphics, the theme of a warrior is present in the works of both. As a technique, Shinkawa first chose gel pens. According to him, the reason he started using his brush pens was because of the influence of Yoshikazu Yasuhiko. In junior high school Shinkawa read a book on how to draw manga and tried using a dip pen, which turned out to be a failed attempt.

Kakubei Jishi (written by Jiro Osaragi). Illustration for a Shonen Club serialized novel. Hikozo Ito, 1927

His desire can be understood. Drawing with a dip pen allows to create things of incredible sophistication and detail. Just look at drawings of another Shinkawa's inspirator Hikozo Ito. How detailed his works are, how accurately he conveys the mood and characters of the heroes on his works. No wonder they made an impression on Shinkawa. In further practice, he began to use a brush pen, which brought the future designer closer to the technique of his teachers Yoshitaka Amano and already mentioned Yasuhiko, who drew with brushes. Already at a young age, Shinkawa began creating his own illustrations for anime magazines.

After graduating from university in 1994, Shinkawa began working at Konami, one of the leading video game developers and publishers. Here he meets the game designer Hideo Kojima, whose brilliant star has yet to shine on the gaming industry. Maybe it wouldn't shine so brightly if it weren't for Shinkawa. The person who gave birth to a brilliant idea met the person who breathed life into this idea with his brush. One of the first projects that Shinkawa worked on was the game Policenauts, created by Kojima. In this work, one feels that he is still on the way to developing his style - his drawing is similar to anime and manga and lacks any personalized features.

At the same time, in 1995, under the direction of Kojima, Shinkawa began working on his Metal Gear Solid project. Significant changes in Shinkava's style are felt in the work on this project. Almost not a trace remains of the bright anime drawing from Policenauts. The design feels more grim, the characters themselves look more "western" than most Japanese games of the time. As Shinkawa himself noted, Kojima has provided complete creative freedom. The designer only described the intended characters to him in general terms, often indicating only the gender itself. This approach took more time to develop, but at the same time, freed Shinkawa's hands both as an artist and as a designer.

Design, no matter how many beautiful things it creates, is a utilitarian thing. It is not enough to draw 'pretty'. Your work should have practical significance. In the case of video games, character design is about creating an image that is easily remembered in the player's imagination and makes the hero unique. This uniqueness comes from the features of the character itself: his occupation, character, role in the game, relationships with other characters, etc. With space for imagination, Shinkawa tells their story directly on paper, conveying it in poses, clothes, facial expressions and the way their bodies are composed. In the world of Metal Gear, the player is constantly on the battlefield. The main activity of the characters is focused on their confrontation, so they must be in good physical shape. And Shinkawa emphasizes this in every possible way.

The figure of young Solid Snake, the protagonist of Metal Gear Solid, is very stable and tense, but not without flexibility. Shinkawa's line breaks like waves, drawing the relief of the body under the baggy suit. By adding colors on the computer, Shinkawa creates three-dimensional shapes that convey the roundness of muscles. Snake's entire body is covered. But even under the folds of a tight suit, you can see a well-built body.

Notice that Snake's figure is heavily shaded: you cannot see his face. In the first works, Shinkawa did not draw faces and eyes in detail, because the graphics power of the PlayStation did not allow to reproduce the textures in detail. Shinkawa smooths out the facial features, but you can definitely understand Snake's emotion and character.

Much more interesting and artistically opposite to Snake is the figure of Gray Fox. Shinkawa's vision of a character goes beyond just a form designed to perform a certain function. For Shinkawa, the body is another way to tell a character's story, to reveal his essence before the player discovers more information about the character. This is how the means of artistic expression in art work. Looking at a picture, you subconsciously note the things that the creator put into it. You can't always explain exactly what you see, but you always accurately identify the emotion that excites your mind in the very first second of contemplation.

Shinkawa plays with the player's imagination. Gray Fox is a cyborg, but in his image there is not the slightest hint of the artificial nature of his body. It is sculpted by the muscles that transmit the plastic to its exoskeleton. It seems to be pieced together from scraps and feels lighter and more flexible compared to Snake's living body. The designer goes deeper than just trying to convey the image of a ninja literally. He depicts a slender solid silhouette - only a shadow of a mercenary, in which the embedded image of a ninja can be clearly read. A victim of horrific experiments, he hides his mutilated flesh behind a cold cyborg body made in the colors of steel and human flesh. The gaze of the eyes disappears behind the mask with an eerie glint of a red sensor that resembles an eye. Shinkawa does not resort to excessive or even any careful detailing. The designer moves away from unambiguous and finished images. All superfluous and unnecessary details are cut out, leaving the content embodied in a fragile, fleeting form.

As Shinkawa noted, one of his inspirations is the French artist and author of comics Jean Giraud, better known as Moebius. Giraud is closely related to cinematography. He worked with Ridley Scott on the films Alien (1979) and Blade Runner (1982), created costume design for the cyberpunk film Tron (1982), was involved in the creation of The Fifth Element and many other projects. Although this fact may seem insignificant, it is still quite symbolic in Shinkawa's work. Kojima, with whom the artist created images for games, opened another means of artistic expression for the game industry, including elements of cinematic art in the game, namely cutscenes. Prior to this, narrative was part of the gameplay, presented in the form of long notes or short notes. Cutscenes made it possible to directly connect the gameplay with the story, making the work a single whole.

Illustration to Gordon R. Dickson's work Pour quelle guerre. Jean Giraud, 1972.

The large number of cutscenes typical of Kojima's games deliberately create an opportunity to examine the characters from every possible angle, revealing Shinkawa's genius. For the designer, this is a kind of art camera, where his creations are presented in various poses and lit up like curiosities, playing with the player's imagination. When I started playing Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance again recently, this became more apparent than I thought. Alongside cinematic scenes, there are plenty of close-ups with unexpected angles. The characters are not just pleasant to watch. You want to interact with them.

My favorite work of Shinkawa. Stylistically, it is very similar to the works of Yoshitaka Amano: a smooth silhouette that practically melts on the plane of the sheet. The composition is minimalistic, but very meaningful. With one sketch, Shinkawa conveys the character's name (in Japanese mythology, Raiden is the god of lightning), the plasticity of his young body, and the killer's concentrated gaze.

Raiden's design is probably my favorite. He appeared in the franchise with the release of Metal Gear Solid 2: Sons of Liberty in 2001, via a fan letter to Hideo Kojima. Its author complained about the old characters constantly repeating themselves in Metal Gear. In creating the image of Raiden, Shinkawa moved away from the image of a strong, stereotypical male figure, inspired by the popular heroes of the 90s and the American superhero comics from which he took inspiration. The designer resorted to a more Japanese view of male beauty, which was used by the same Kashō Takabatake in his works.

Kashō Takabatake's work on exposition in Takabatake Kasho Taisho Roman Museum. Compare Takabatake's warrior with Hikozo Ito's one. Takabatake created advertisements and illustrated magazines in which the influence of modern is noted. The faces of his soldiers are very gentle and graceful. It was his unique illustrations of beautiful boys (bishōnen) and beautiful girls (bishōjo) that took the world by storm, bringing fame to the artist.

The concept of Bishōnen, or literally from Japanese "beautiful youth (boy)" characterizes not just a man with good looks. In the Japanese view, this is an aesthetic principle that transcends gender and sexual orientation. The roots of this concept stretch back to ancient Chinese literature, the homosocial and homoerotic ideals of the medieval Chinese imperial court, which are found since the Middle Tang Dynasty (~700s). Gradually, this concept penetrated into Japanese and other Asian cultures, and we can observe its examples in the realities of today.

The introduction of such a character did not cause much excitement among fans of the series. Overly refined and too androgynous, Raiden with his silly backstory looked out of place against the muscular Snakes with complicated pasts. However, analyzing Shinkawa's subsequent works for Metal Gear and the gradual change in Raiden's design in particular, it can be assumed that Raiden's image to some extent helped Shinkawa develop more deeply the idea of glorifying physical beauty, born in the image of Gray Fox. On the character concepts for MGS 2, it is noticeable how the designer focuses on anatomy. Raiden's suit fits his body tightly, revealing his supple muscles. Shinkawa leads the line very carefully, it feels taut and elastic, revealing a sculpted form to the viewer. The volume is complemented by the play of light and shadow, which slides along the curves of the figure. To enhance the impression, Shinkawa lengthens the katana, making it more curved to enhance the sense of tension in the composition.

Although we mostly know Raiden today as a cyborg ninja, in the sketches for MGS 2, Shinkawa makes his suit look like samurai armor by adding shoulder and chest plates.

In the work on Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance (2013), Shinkawa continues the chosen path. During this period, the experience and acquisition of one's own style allow the designer to create incredible things according to his artistic solution, twisting the concept of aesthetics to the maximum. The image of Raiden evolves from a fragile young man to a brutal cyborg endowed with superpowers.

The flexibility of his human body is replaced by the monolithic heaviness of the exoskeleton. Shinkawa abandons the streamlined design used in the image of Gray Fox, which conveyed the ease of movement inherent in a ninja. He appeals to the "pure form", stripping the hero of even his skin as something unnecessary, and turning Raiden into practically a living Écorché (an educational figure showing the muscles of the body without skin). In his desire to get rid of the excess, Shinkawa goes even further. He does not depict a beautiful body, but what makes it beautiful - a skeleton and muscles - the initial form on which everything else is superimposed.

Ecorché. Jean-Antoine Houdon, 1776

Here I should explain what I mean by "pure form". Depicting a simple sketch of a character or creating a complex composition, Shinkawa draws as simply as possible. At the same time, it is important for him to depict not only the design of the character. In the figures of the heroes, attention is drawn not so much to their appearance as to their inner state expressed on their faces. Shinkawa did not specify the details. Characters in rough drawings are perceived as very conventional. Their images are personalized, but conditional.

Eva, Naked Snake, & The Boss. Art to the Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater

Shinkawa avoids unnecessary trifles, preferring empty space. The artist's brush moves almost chaotically, revealing the smallest nuances of the image. With each subsequent game, his technique acquires clear features of traditional Japanese painting. In unfinished, at first glance, ink spills, Japanese artists sought to convey not the appearance of things, but to capture their spirit, to imprint their state or their own impression on the canvas. The artist lays down a minimum of lines and tones sufficient to recognize the form, texture and effects to be felt. Ink spills change in all possible shades of black, the vague outlines of the image make you feel the changeability and fleetingness of the moment.

Screen with pines and bamboo. Tohaku Hasegawa, Nanao Museum of Art, Ishikawa, 17th century

This approach to the image has advantages that could turn into disadvantages for the designer. Since the main point of Japanese painting is not the realistic accuracy of the surrounding world, its reproduction does not require a thorough knowledge of the anatomy or structure of objects. But there is one more thing that I deliberately did not mention before this. Despite the fact that Shinkawa appears as a graphic artist in his design works, he studied oil painting at Seika University. Painting, unlike graphics, is not characterized by vagueness and sketchiness. Shinkawa does not completely get rid of the influence of the acquired equipment. The volume of his figures protrudes beyond the surface of the sheet, creating the illusion of depth. But Sinkawa's best pictorial past can still be felt in his appeal to anatomy as the basis of the physical embodiment of the hero, the transmission of the story behind him. At the same time, Shinkawa's works are almost painterly, with a lot of color strokes, even if he uses only one color. This is a characteristic feature of Japanese painting, the flatness of which the artist transforms to his own needs. Thus, using the ideas of Japanese painting and removing the excess, Shinkawa exposes a pure form. And his experience in oil painting allows him to depict it accurately.

Raiden collectible figure Écorchéchisel. Paulus Pontius,

~1640. Engraving by Rubens

In the concept art for Rising, Shinkawa focused on finding the perfect representation of anatomy that would emphasize the athleticism of the character. From athleticism, in turn, comes sexuality, which Shinkawa instills in robots and cyborgs. Raiden is a killer machine. Even if his blade is an instrument of justice, he himself admits that in order to protect the weak, he kills the strong. His desire for battle, thirst for blood, and pleasure in pain - all find expression in his appearance.

Much more can be said about the work of Yoji Shinkawa. Maybe I would like to do a review on his metal gears themselves, where it's also possible to discover a lot of interesting things. Or about his concepts for Death Stranding and the game itself in general when I finally get through it. In this part, I wanted to share my thoughts on what most touches me in the designer's work.

So yes, it was review on Raiden's butt

Credits:

Metal Gear Solid galleries

The Art of Metal Gear Solid 2: Sons of Liberty

Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater Art

Metal Gear Rising Revengeance Artbook

In the shadow of Kojima: Yoji Shinkawa, designer of Metal Gear Solid and Death Stranding

Gif used for cover image by Erica Anderson

[rosellerivers19]

I'm trying to teach here!

Sasuhina; Anbu Captain x Academy teacher au inspired by @hanchu27 's art on twitter

Hinata Hyuga used to be an esteemed heiress but that title was stripped from her when she was young now at the prime age of 22 she was an academy teacher. The Kindest of them all some would say. Though her reputation,pride and family life had struck sore she found many beautiful things later in life one of them was caring for children making them feel happy and needed in a way she had needed when she was younger, in the way her sensei Kurenai and team mates Kiba,Shino and even Akamaru did when she had been at her lowest point.

There was nothing particularly exciting in her life after she became a simple academy teacher sure . . . she still had a teeny crush on a certain blonde from the academy and admired his goofy smile and enthusiastic attitude every now and then when he came to the academy to meet up with Iruka sensei, but even now she could only observe from afar.

"Hyuga sensei!" her class shouted waking Hinata from her thoughts.

"Oh sorry I spaced out again didn't I?" she said smiling apologetically as a few student giggled

"Yeah you did," Mai Taisu, a popular kid in the class snickered. Hinata was aware of Taisu's rude behavior but she made sure that no other students got hurt in any way because of it. Right now the child was just saying empty words so she'd allow the disrespect besides she was an adult that meant she was the responsible one.

"I think it's kinda cute"

The whole class turned around to see a man with a cat mask and black and gray attire. He was a regular visitor yet no one knew his name. Well No one except the teacher herself.

"Neko san!" Many of the students in the class cheered as the man in the Anbu mask walked into the classroom from his spot in the corner.

"Now,now don't let me distract you please, listen to Hyuga-sensei"

Hinata could already imagine the devilish smirk that hid behind his mask

‘The destruction is already done and he has the gall to say pay attention’ she thought irritably before turning back to her class plastering a smile.

"Kids I'm afraid it's recess time so if you can go outside in a single file lin--"

The class erupted with shouting and everyone scrambling to get out in a matter of minutes. It was quite the commotion but also quite common for the academy teachers.

I think they're more excited about recess than becoming shinobi Hinata thought as she collected the papers left on the students' desks

She felt the presence of the Anbu captain beside her seeing him at one of the desks through the corner of her eye.

"Let me help you with that" he collected the papers in lightning fast speed, handing them to her a few seconds after saying the phrase.

His hand was outstretched to return the papers to her yet she was careful not to actually touch his hand.

"Thank you Anbu san." she said quietly walking back to her desk

"You know you can call me Sasuke" he called out from behind her

"You are in uniform, it would be disrespectful to the Anbu if I referred to you so informally" she replied, reaching for a chocolate big she had stashed in her desk so the students wouldn't go rabid.

"Is that chocolates" Sasuke asked peering over her shoulder

"won't you give me a few?" he asked his left hand to directly horizontal to hers on the desk but with enough distance so he wasn't *actually* touching her.

"This... is not for you" she replied, her tone a bit more harsh from the close proximity slightly adjusting herself so they were further apart "And you HATE sweets" she said almost accusingly

"Hmm. Then I suppose that you will show me some love TONIGHT... Right? Hyuuga-sensei?"

"What did you say?"

"I said you'll make me some chocolates later today right? We do live next to each other" he said overwriting his previous words even though she *clearly* heard him.

"I suppose . . ." she said gruffly

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The Anbu captain stuck around hidden in the shadows for the entirety of her lesson which annoyed her but she didn't say anything about it, his presence only conscious in the back of her mind.

"Well that's the end of the lesson if you have any questions--"

"Why don't you ever teach us any fun stuff Hinata Sensei" Taisu asked, her feet on her desk a sign of blatant disrespect but Hinata ignored it.

"yeah . ." a few other kids agreed. Hinata knew the lessons weren't always fun but they were a crucial part of history and to becoming a shinobi

"Well I apologize you feel that way but this information is crucial" Hinata argued

"You just don't know how to teacher correctly" Taisu scoffed "what else can be expected from a--" Taisu stopped mid sentence with Hinata looking at her sternly.

"that is enough Taisu your recess time will be cut in half tomorrow if you can't handle a few boring lessons you will not be able to handle being a shinobi" Hinata spoke sternly

"Class dismissed"

The children said hurried good byes and see you tomorrows to their teacher seemingly scared by her tone of voice

Taisu mumbled under her breath from the punishment but didn't argue as she left

Hinata then turned around

"Stop scaring my students" Hinata scolded the Anbu captain who looked at her innocently taking off his mask.

"What? I'm not even doing anything"

Hinata sighed in frustration "Sasuke san as much as I appreciate you defending me I can fight my own battles especially against my own students" she replied she knew his presence had frightened her students he tended to do that when they showed a disrespectful attitude towards her.

She then walked to the chalkboard briskly to erase the lesson plan

"Where are you going?" He smirks not at all fazed by her scolding from earlier, "I'm not done with you yet...Hyuuga-sensei." he teased walking behind her before she grabbed his hand

"I'll talk to you after class" Hinata responded guiding him to the door forcefully to get him to leave

"what--- no fair," he whined but Hinata had already pushed him out the door, slumping against the door's hard surface.

This Anbu Captain Was A Problem.

The References:

Thank you so much @hanchu27 for the inspiration I'm looking forward to making more chapters with your art.

[jr-acrux101]

Rebirth - Ch. 8 : INVESTMENT

Word count : 1.3k

Summary: Another apology.

The next day Aurora and Amora talked before Bella arrived. "Cariño, you know you're grounded right?"

Aurora nodded her head, "Yes Mama."

"Only Bella is allowed over, and if you need to do an assignment with Jasper, the school's library is the only place for now."

Aurora nodded again. "I'll let you keep your phone in case of an emergency but when you come home give it to Abuela."

Aurora nodded a third time. "Now come here." Amora gave her Aurora a hug, the anxiety and worry she felt was unparallel to anything she had before.

"2 weeks. After that you can have your phone. And 3 weeks it's open to friends."

"Okay Mama."

The alram clock rang, Amora let go of Aurora and grabbed the breakfast sandwhiches she made. "Let's go mi amor. I have a meeting before school starts." Usually Bella would come in and eat breakfast before leaving but it was breakfast sandwiches on the go.

They opened the door and all went into the car. Aurora explained the change if usual plans as tbey got in.

They sat at the steps of the school.

"So grounded?"

"Yup."

"How long?"

"3 weeks."

"Me too. Except I only got the sentence of 2."

"We will be under lock and key."

Bella nodded.

"You still texting Embry?"

"Yeah, mostly about books or art or movies though."

"What about Jasper?"

"First off, Embry and I are just friends. He likes someone else. He did admit though he had a small crush at first but saw Jasper yesterday and didn't want to become 2nd choice. Secondly, Jasper is like Edward too. Hot one minute, cold the next. I'm not sure what would happen there."

"Yeah I don't get them."

"Me neither."

They say in silence with Bella's head resting on Aurora's left shoulder.

The parking lot slowly started to fill up, and low and behold Jasper with his Harley and his hoodie and black pants and incredible hair and overall perfect-ness. Aurora was sickened. Not really. She wanted to be, though.

Bella slowly stood and wiped off her butt. "I have to talk to my bio teacher about a grade. I'll leave you two alone." She winked.

Aurora's waved bye as Jasper came in front of her. He sat down where Bella was sitting.

"Hey there princess."

"Hi." It was a short response but Jasper accepted it.

"What are you doing here so early?"

"My mom had a faculty meeting before school and since Bella can't drive right now we hitched a ride with her."

Jasper nodded. "You know, my mother is asking about you again darlin'."

Aurora hummed in response. Silence taking over. "Look princess, I'm so-," Aurora jumped up.

"I have to go. See you in class."

Jasper was dumbfounded, of course he knew she probably wouldn't accept his apology but just to up and leave was not what was expected.

Japser jumped up to but was stopped by Edward. "You shouldn't. You should leave her be and let her have a normal life Jaz." Jasper shoved Edward's hand away.

"You should take your own advice. I know how you feel about Bella, I'm sure you'll crack eventually, ask Alice."

Edward let him go. He loved Jasper, he was his brother. But he didn't want his brother to damm another person and he didn't want to either. Bella intrigued him. She was something that felt right. If only he wasn't like this they'd already be dating. But the world was cruel and this is what he would be for entirety, he didn't want others to accept the same fate he did.

Jasper hurried after Aurora, following her scent. He found her at the end of the hallway on her phone. He felt happiness rolling off of her.

Embry had text her. 'Sleepy you have ruined me. You couldn't give some warnings!?'

'Hey I told you I cried. What did you think that meant?'

'I dunno! That you're an emotional person!'

Aurora rolled her eyes. Jasper was suddenly infront of her now, leaning on the lockers.

"Hey there princess," she narrowed her eyes, "who are you texting?"

"My friend."

"Is it the long haired boy that you were drinking with?"

Aurora furrowed her eyebrows, "Not that it's any of your business, but yes it is."

Jasper felt the jealously slowly fill up in the pit of his stomach.

"So are you to together?" Jasper didn't want to ask, but he head too.

"Um no."

Jasper gave a grin and got a little closer. "So princess, when are you coming back to mine again."

Aurora was furious and it was pouring out of her. Jasper knew he fucked up.

"What the fuck do you think your doing Jasper?"

"Trying to ask you out?"

"So what? I'm just supposed to act stupid and pretend you weren't actively avoiding me? That you didn't leave me high and dry? You have some nerve, Jasper."

"Aurora, I'm sorry. I really am. I shouldn't have done that... again. Please, I genuinely thought it would be better if we didn't interact."

"You think that makes it better? 'Oh, I was trying to spare you.'" She mocked him.

"Princess...."

"No you don't get to call me that."

He dropped down. "Aurora. I'm truly sorry. Please, I will explain everything, but I just need you to trust me, darlin. I never wanted to hurt you, and I'm incredibly sorry I did. I will spend forever making it up to you."

Aurora flushed, ‘God not this again.' She should leave. Just turn around and leave him there looking foolish. She took a step back but looked into his eyes.

Desperation and sorrow pooled his honey eyes. She started to crack. "And what if you do it again? What, you just get on your knees, apologize, and I forgive you, only for you to pull some shit like that again? Jasper, you can't just expect me to forgive like nothing happened because I like you."

She liked him, Japser was over the moon.

"I know, I understand, darlin. I hurt you, and the last thing I expect is your forgiveness, but that doesn't mean I won’t try to earn it back. Aurora, you are perfect. From your short hair, to your warm eyes, to your cute flushed cheeks, to your amazing smile. Everything about you is perfect."

Aurora blushed again. She thanked god that no one was here.

"Please Aurora, I am sorry."

She sighed. "If you ever pull something like that again, Japer Hale, it is over. There will be no third chance. This is it."

Jasper hurried and got up. He towered over and hugged her. "Thank you, Aurora. I promise I won't mess it up."

She hugged him backed.

"Yeah, you better not." He grinned and let her go.

"So when do I have to ask your mom and grandma to take you on a date?"

Aurora grimaced. "Yeah, about that. I'm actually grounded. For 3 weeks."

Jasper nodded, "Only 3 weeks?"

Aurora shot him a look, "You'd rather it be til Prom."

"No, no, of course not."

As the previously empty hallway slowly filled, his hand rested on her hips. "So I guess wait?"

"We'll see cowboy."

Jasper looked her over. She had her little braids in the front, her thick nylons, a brown skirt, and an oversized beige cardigan. His thumbs drew little circles.

"So I guess I'll ask you out on a date in 3 weeks?"

Aurora nodded dejectedly. "Alright, princess. Try to get time off for good behavior." Aurora rolled her eyes, giving the smallest of smiles.

"Okay, okay, I’ll try." The halls filled up with students coming in, and everyone was surprised.

Jasper Hale with the other new girl, the daughter of the principal. The bell rang, and the two headed off to class.

Rumors started. How long they were together? Is she the reason Jasper and Alice broke up?

I'm almost done with book 1 let's goo!!!! Can't wait to write the next one, it will be heavily filled with angst just an fyi if you're planning to follow the journey :P hope yall enjoyed

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Slugterra OC - Lilith - Lore/Art Dump

I can and will draw Tezz as tiny as possible

Name: Lilith

Gender: Female, she/her

Human

Home Cavern: Futuria Cavern

Age: 17

Occupation: at the start she is a Slug Energy Researcher working for Blakk Industries Slug Energy Research Division [SERD].

At some point, after almost punching Blakk when getting Tezz and a bunch of her colleagues Slug back after they were almost Ghouled, Blakk calls Lilith to his personal Lab and ask's her to be his assistant/lab apprentice(Twist is his slugslinging apprentice).

Lilith agrees. Lilith sill works with the SERD she just now directly reports to Blakk and helps him with his research. This mean's she had a hand in building the Gatling Blaster and Terra Portal Research.

Lilith is also leaking information to the Shane Gang using a Hacked Tablet. She dose so anonymously, but sparingly and when something big is going to happen as she is afraid of being caught.

Personality: Very stressed and needs sleep like yesterday. Despite that, Lilith is relatively calm and naturally curious and its not uncommon for her to go down a slug hole or two when researching. she is very protective of Tezz. and while it takes a lot to anger her, if and when Lilith gets mad, she gets mad.

Skill's

Smart

Is freakishly strong like Cave Troll strong

Knits and sows

Ambidextrous

Is relatively sneaky, this is because, when on her day's off she sneaks into Shadow Clan territory to research the area and any Shadow Clan member in the area.

Background

Futuria Cavern is the home to many bright minds, Lilith among them.

growing up Lilith had a keen interest on Slug Energy, and how it was connected to the Caverns. And subsequently the Shadow Clan as well as while there was little on them, there were old journals from a Researcher who had attempted to study them years ago in the library.

Due to the fact the research was incomplete and that the Researcher went missing, the librarian let Lilith keep the journals, mainly to see if they would one day help in her endeavors in the future. But also because those journals were taking up space and having Lilith take them was better than just throwing them out.

When Lilith was 10, she and her class visited the Slug Energy Research Wing on a field trip. On this tip the kids pass by a Slug Hatchery and are allowed to see and interact with all the Sluglings and their parents.

While looking at a small family of Tazerlings, Lilith notices one of the hatchlings is smaller than the others and ask's one of the Researcher's about it. It's a runt and the Researcher say's it probably wouldn't live long, and even if it did they wouldn't be able to utilize it in their work. So Lilith ask's if she could take the runt. After some humming and hawing from the Researcher and the teacher, Lilith is allowed to keep the runt, so long as she keeps her teacher updated on the runts wellbeing, and uses it as a learning opportunity as well, whether the runt lives or die's.

She names the small Tazerling, Tezz. Tezz would becomes Lilith's pride, joy and key to her mental health.

A classmate also went missing and was found in a slug pit, very traumatized. But that's nether here nor there.

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Lilith's parents while smart, were power hungry. And when Blakk Industries started becoming more prominent in the STEM field, they packed up and moved to Blakk's Citadel in hopes of landing high positions in the RND departments.

Lilith was 11 when this happened.

At this point in time Blakk wasn't ghouling slugs so openly, but Lilith just had, bad vibes about the place, but put up with it because of her parents.

Eventually by the time Lilith was 13, her parents had worked their way up the ladder and were two of several lead researchers on Negative Slug Energy, and Dark Water.

By now Lilith was helping the SERD in caring for the none Ghouled slugs and doing coffee runs for them.

Despite Blakk being, Blakk, he had a thing about underage kid's doing hard labor work.

And anyone under fifteen was basically treated like an intern, doing simple things like sorting papers, looking after the regular slugs and making coffee runs for which ever department they worked for.

The head Researcher for the SERD more or less took all the interns of the SERD and did his best to prep them to become actual scientist/researchers for the division, and if any of them wanted to work else were he made arrangements for a transfer for them.

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When Lilith was 15, her parents got busted for embezzlement. And were kicked out of Blakk Industries, but Lilith being 15 was given a choice and as much as Blakk Industries irked her, she had friends here, and had been helping out with research that she had become rather attached to, so she stayed.

She even went as far as to drop her family name.

Within a month Lilith was an official Black Industries Scientist/Researcher for the Slug Energy Research Division.

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Lilith at the start of the show is 17, and has been working on the 'Purifier' with her lab mates for the last year and a half.

The 'Purifier' is a device that can power a Cavern that has been completely corrupted. In short if a Cavers Slugs were all Ghouled, the 'Purifier' would keep the Cavern running as if they weren't. Blakk was going to use it to turn the Citadel into the only 'clean' Cavern in Slugterra once he took over and Ghouled all the slugs, forcing people to either A) Pay to live in the Citadel and work for him or B) Buy a smaller 'Purifier' themselves that they would need to keep buying filters for.

When Lilith, like most employees of the company, is absolutely terrified of Dr. Blakk.

Even more so since she doesn't duel.

But when Eli Shane show's up and declares, what is basically War on Blakk and his Ghouls, Lilith see's a spark of hope.

A Shane, much like Blakk feared, gives someone for people to rally behind. And Lilith hacks an old tablet and uses it to occasionally leak information to the Shane Gang anonymously. She would do it more often, but she is scared of being caught.

one day Lilith enters the SERD, and Tezz and a bunch of the other normal Slugs are missing(their is a little slug hang out spot in the lab).

A grunt, who was dropping off supplies earlier noticed the non-ghouled slugs and rounded them up and took them to the ghouling room.

Lilith is able to find Tezz and the other slugs before they are turned. And she is pissed, yelling at the grunt, completely unaware/ignoring the fact Blakk is their as well, almost decking him thinking he was just another grunt worker.

Lilith then proceeds to punch the control panel, as Blakk side stepped out of the way, and the Ghouling device is stopped and temporally destroyed.

Lilith gets Tezz and the rest of the slugs back :)

The next day she gets called to Blakk's office and is offered a position as his lab assistant/lab apprentice.

After ten(10) whole minutes of blue screening, Lilith agree's(mostly out of fear), so long as Tezz doesn't get ghouled, and is still able to work on the 'Purifier' project, and can still do her weekend hobby of studding the Shadow Clan.

And so begins Lilith's most stress induced year of her life!

:D

Zoom in on the pictures to get a better look at the tiny Slugs lmao