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magellanicclouds · 1 year

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tell me about some ocs you have? :)

Oh my. This is an answer that could go for days I think, anon. I want to answer you as completely as possible, but how far back are we going with this? ' ~ ' In an effort to still answer you without turning this post into an essay, I'll talk about a few that I've posted here before, but maybe haven't much talked about!

I'll go from left to right! ' U ' Jules: (they/them) I began drawing Jules about 15 or 16 years ago. They weren't intended as anything, just a boxy little scribble that showed up one day and I thought it was charming. With how quick and easy Jules was to draw, I began to use them as a kind of emote. The saucer-like eyes and long wiggly arms fit every feeling I could think of! Jules didn't have a name or any sort of story for over a decade. I'd sometimes refer to them as 'little bolt'. It wasn't until very recently that I named them Jules and gave them a real personality of their own as a Halo OC. A highly advanced 'Smart' AI that interacts with the physical world through the use of a wiggly-armed mobile platform. There is only a small fragment of the totality of their full self installed into this body though. Their full and complete self is a much larger and complex matrix of data that exists often inside the supersystem of a large starship or facility. Jules's primary function is therapy, providing social enrichment and emotional support to people who are frequently isolated for long periods of time aboard space-faring vessels. In particular, Jules is very drawn to Spartans, seeking to share a companionship with them that they are regularly denied, and to help encourage them to express and discover more about themselves as individuals.

Volans: (he/him) Piscis Volans, 'The Flying Fish', is an actual constellation made of 6 stars that can be found in the Southern sky. Ancient celestial maps often depicted Volans swimming through the stars alongside another constellation, the ship Argo Navis, and it is often referred to in short as Volans or Vol, but can also be said as Volantis, a name I also go by! ' U ' I am a lifelong lover of the night sky, and Volans has been with me since I was really young. He represents a lot of different stages of my life. Without getting into things too deeply, there is a significant pain attached to him that I'll carry with me always, but he's equally as much a strength and a comfort in a way I think I'll always need. He became a kind of compass, and fit right in with my love and fascination of the world beyond our world. He is an ever-patient companion to any who are lost or afraid, the uncertain, and the not yet able or willing to speak.

Roe: (he/him) Roe is a tough one, but I'm not afraid or unwilling to share him, and wanted him here. Like Volans, he's old as I am, and sadly represents a lot of conflict. He is one half of two sides at war with one another in a single body, each unwittingly causing harm to the whole. In the struggle, one half has managed to dominate the head, guiding his experience of the world with a single unmistakable face. The other half wars to keep the body, holding tight to the chest even as it's steadily overcome. Despite the uneasy duality, Roe engages the world with a certain and meaningful intent, humble for the wisdom he's collected. He is a steward to wild places and things forgotten. There is a lot of old hate that lives in a part of my family who've done their best to remind me that I wasn't welcome before I was even born. Roe is a sense of fear without being afraid. He connects me to a side of myself that's a stranger, but someone I'd of liked to have known.

#anon ask #jules #piscis volans #volantis #roe #my art

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flyingtomyneverland · 2 years

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genshin characters taking care of you after you got injured/hurt (comfort)

announcement: hello! it's me :) it's been a while since my last update, but a lot has changed (also a heartbreak but hey, i can write angst even better now!) . i've decided on a kind of restart, a complete redesign of my profile and layout. i want a fresh start and also hope that i will manage to be active (or at least more active than before ;)) there's nothing more to say, have a nice day and enjoy <3 oh, please check out my new masterlist while you're at it, thx ^^

» summary: you accidentally got hurt/injured in their absence (nothing too serious). luckily you have your partner to look after you.

» tw: light injury (non graphic, non descriptive)

» including: childe, zhongli, diluc (x gender neutral reader)

childe

it was already evening when childe found his way to the small, cosy cottage in the midst of a wonderfully green meadow and dreamlike little flowers where you two lived. to your regret, there was nothing of this otherwise cheerful mood to be seen at that time. outside there was a mercilessly stormy weather, which made you shiver even in front of the flickering fireplace. the wind shook the windows, the water whipped against the glass and you had your arms tightly wrapped around your body.

you didn't know how long you sat there, staring at the dancing flames, but after some time you are torn from your thoughts when you hear the click of the door. and a little later - finally - a drenched harbinger stands before you, his orange hair is dishevelled and wet, sticking to his cheek and a bag of your favourite biscuits in his hands.

" angel!", he calls out to you. " i'm sorry, i'm late. just today recruits arrived from the homeland...", his gaze falls to your foot, azure eyes widening. " y/n? what happened?"

it doesn't even take him two steps as he reaches you, the biscuits forgotten as his hands find your face, worryingly cupping it. you have to giggle at his expression. "eeh! ajax, your hands are cold!", you complain.

" there's a bandage on your foot!"

" don't worry. i fell down a hill."

" hill?!"

" well, maybe it was a cliff...but a small one! "

a long drawn out sigh can be heard, his eyebrows draw together, shoulders slump. " i shouldn't have let you go on this mission. i should have gone with you... ", but before he can continue, you place your hands gently on his shoulders, leaning forward to press a sweet kiss to his cold cheek.

" it's not your fault. i should have been more careful. ah- no, don't say anything now. ", you silence him with another kiss, this time directly on his lips and watch him fail to surpress the little smile that spreads on his face.

" y/n-" || " -you brought me biscuits"

childe nods slowly.

" your favorite. but y/n..." || "... can we cuddle in bed? please, please... "

you look up at him, a winning smirk as your boyfriend sighs in defeat. you feel his arms tighten around you and the next moment he has lifted you into the air. " anything for my dearest love.", he nudges your nose gently with his own and the loving touch makes you chuckle. " the strong harbinger shall escort you to the bedroom!", you laugh at his childish words, laying your face on his chest. your nose picks up the familiar, salty smell of sea and shore as you close your eyes, his warmth slowly taking you in. you have missed him. so much. and suddenly, you feel your lids growing incredibly heavy.

you yawn.

childe leans down, carefully brushing a few strands of hair from your face.

" are my hands still cold, precious? ", a faint whisper of his voice, you feel his soft lips against your ear.

but how could one feel cold, when it is the the warm, beating heart of an infatuated harbinger you hold in your very own hands?

zhongli

if you had been more careful last night, you wouldn't have fallen down the stairs and been stuck at home with an injured arm. zhongli had refused to let you go on the mission to guyun forest, even though you assured him that there would be no dangers involved. he insisted that you must take it slowly from now on - he wanted you to recover fully first. there was one good thing about it all. you were taken care of round the clock by your wonderful, concerned lover. he wouldn't even let you help prepare the tea.

you watch as the tall figure of the ex-archon elegantly holds the porcelain teapot in his fingers, the smell of jasmine tea seeping through the room as he deftly pours the tea into two cups, then taking them to you at the table where you have already been placed on one of the wooden chairs. you look at him, admiring how the afternoon sun illuminates the man's sharp, handsome features, making the dark hair shimmer softly in the light. even after all this time, you are not able to take your eyes off him. you wonder how it is possible that a man is gifted with such ethereal beauty.

" there, darling. i am positive you will like this one. ", zhongli meets your gaze as he places the cup in front of you. "a herbal tea with local mixtures. it is one of the most traditional beneficial drinks to help your system rejuvenate...", you can't help but smile as you finish his sentence. "... and it is also a natural relaxant for mind and body. it improves the nervous system and helps with insomnia.", a poor imitation of him as you try your best to deepen your voice to match his. " you've told me this so many times, i know it by heart by now.", you lean forward teasingly, raising your eyebrows. zhongli falters in his movement, his eyes watching you attentively and for a moment you thought he might have found your joke in poor taste... but then, to your relief, you catch his eyes slowly brightening and the lips curl into a beautiful smile. he laughs softly, a deep, melodic laugh and your heart flutters at the sound. " please be more careful next time, dearest. i can not bear to see you in such an unpleasant state. ", he walks around the table and behind you. you feel his arms wrap around your shoulders and the warmth of his body reaches deep within you with every breath he takes. you lean back, enjoying the calmness that your lover radiates. just like an immovable mountain to lean against as the world spins. " i will.", you say and his hand wanders up. warm fingers brush over your cheek and you nestle into the big hand.

" promise? ", he asks.

" promise."

you wished this moment would last for all eternity.

diluc

waking up next to the most attractive, most loving and caring man in teyvat is truly a blessing and to this day you can't understand how you got so lucky, even though your lover firmly claims otherwise.

the rays of the rising sun gently shine through the window and tickle your face, making you squint your eyes and turn over.

just a little more...

you sigh as you slowly blink, sleep still holding you tightly and you fear falling back into the soft pillow, the heavy, warm blanket embracing you so perfectly that it makes you feel all sleepy again. next to you diluc groans. between the two of you he was always the first to wake up, but today seemed to be an exception. your gaze falls on the man who has wrapped one arm loosely around you. he is now pulling you closer to his chest, his eyes still closed. the other arm wraps around your waist and with this movement you feel your muscles ache.

you wince.

his eyes open, the grip loosens immediately as he looks at you with concern. " y/n? did i hurt you?"

shaking your head, you make a grimace. " morning, luc. just a bit stiff from yesterday's training...", you calm him down, carefully placing your hands on his chest. you feel the slow, calm rise and fall of his chest and the defined muscles under your touch. " just a bit?", he raises his eyebrows and examines you sharply. you bury your face in his shirt, your unintelligible mumbling successfully muffled by the excellent smelling fabric.

" y/n."

how you adored the raspiness of his voice. the way he sounds in the mornings is quite addictive. deeper than usual as it vibrates through his chest. " mhmm~?", you murmur. " look at me.", diluc is still watching you.

" why?"

"please."

you slowly look up, blinking innocently at him as your fingers travel up to his long, soft hair, wrapping a strand around your index finger. diluc sighs. he leans down towards you, his lips ghosting over your cheek and you shiver. " you shouldn't overexert yourself, i've told you many times.", he whispers softly, warm breath on your skin. " i know....it was only yesterday. i was training with the new sword. i simply forgot the time... "

diluc's gaze is gentle as he speaks. " my love.. i wish you to take care of yourself."

" i did. "

" did you take breaks?"

" ... "

you bury your face in his chest again. " i refuse to answer. " his chest falters in the steady rise and fall and to your surprise his soft laugh is filling up the room. " you are incorrigible. ", diluc is still holding you tightly in his embrace as he continues. " y/n, lay on your stomach." you meet his gaze. " hm? "

" i believe a massage will do you good. "

#genshin x reader #zhongli x reader #childe x reader #diluc x reader #genshin impact scenarios #genshin zhongli #genshin childe #genshin diluc #genshin scenarios #genshin comfort

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miss-smutty · 3 years

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Chapter 3

A/N- Evey couple of chapters you will get Professor Hemsworth's POV and this is the first one 🥵 I really wanted to write his story and hear his thoughts too.

Summary- He can't get her out of his mind, the girl in the coffee shop. Will fate bring them together again?

Word count- 2.9K

Pairing- Prof!Hems X Reader

Warnings- Age gap (OC is 20) student/professor relationship, swearing, dirty talk

18+ Only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 5th Sept 2021

Taglist:- @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @jjpogueprincess @longlostinanotherworld @mostly-marvel-musings @darklydeliciousdesires @monet-belle @help2700 @presidentpotts

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Chris Pov

My Apartment was silent as usual, empty like always when I arrived home from work, throwing my coat and bag on to the sofa and slumping down next to them.

I couldn't stand the silence, it taunted me and brought back memories I'd rather not remember. I'd thought about getting a roommate but still hadn't gotten around to posting out an ad, the idea made me nervous. Although I hated being alone, living with a stranger would be even worse. I turned on the TV to fill the expanse of the large empty room that I'd work so hard for but ultimately meant absolutely nothing to me.

My mind began to wander back to this morning and the chance meeting with the most beautiful woman I'd ever laid eyes on. She'd taken my breath away and made me so nervous that I'd used some cheesy chat up line. I'd known at the time it would come back to haunt me tonight, no wonder she ran out of there as soon as she could. Thats why I hesitated, my hand brushed against the small of her back when I was about to ask her for her number and it took away my sensibility. I leaned in like I was about to kiss her, thank god I stopped myself though, how ridiculous would that have been?

I'd spoke to her for no more than ten minutes but somehow felt like I'd known her all my life. Asking for her number wouldn't have been the most unusual thing but she was in such a rush and I didn't want to make her late. There's absolutely nothing more I hate than tardiness.

I still couldn't get her off of my mind, she was beautiful, long dark hair that flowed down her back and the most piercing green eyes I'd ever seen. I couldn't stop looking into them, framed by dark eyelashes that made the emerald green pop even more. It's been a long time since I'd met a woman that made me feel as nervous as she did. The only thing is, she was young, much younger than me and I'd be fooling myself to think I'd actually stand a chance with her. Even if by some miracle I did, she deserved more than what I could give her, I was a mess, even after all this time I was still living in the past.

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I woke up feeling like a teenage boy again, a tent of my erection in the cotton sheets sprawled across my middle. I'd dreamt about the girl all night and honestly nothing about it was innocent. I rubbed at my eyes and stretched my muscles before finally getting out of bed, I had my first Junior Comms class to teach today and of course, I couldn't be late.

To say I was dreading today would be an understatement, I'd made a deal with the Dean to teach the Comms class because none of the other professors were willing and I was desperate for a job. I was hoping that if I exceeded expectations during my first semester I would finally get to teach psychology like I'd planned in the first place. Of course that meant being on my best behaviour and a lot of arse kissing, which I would do, albeit reluctantly.

The air was crisp this morning as I set off walking towards the university, luckily for me I didn't live to far away from the campus and the walk would help distract my thoughts because God knows they needed distracting. They always did.

Before I knew it, I'd arrived at the halls, looking up at the architecture of the building and realising my idea to walk obviously hadn't worked. I'd barely paid attention the entire time and it was only muscle memory that had gotten me to my required destination.

I held onto the door handle of the lecture hall and took a deep breath before stepping in, the room erupting into wolf whistles was not what I expected but admittedly better than what I was thinking. I scanned the room and my students, rolling my eyes at the girls lining the front row, their eager faces taking me in.

The class was full of typical students, the usual cliques you see at every educational institution. The jocks and cheerleaders, the nerds and oh fuck. The air was almost knocked from my lungs when I spotted her sat at the back of class. The girl I'd been talking to in the coffee shop yesterday, the girl that had been on my mind and in my dreams ever since. She was here, right in front of me which meant she was my student and younger than I'd actually thought. Fuck.

Even though she was now out of bounds I couldn't take my goddamn eyes off of her, the way her wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders. I could feel my cock tingling when my eyes fell to her low cut top and that unreal cleavage. I pulled my eyes away from her so as not to draw attention and focused on preparing for the lesson, leaving the students to whisper for a while longer while I recovered my composure.

Like a magnet, my eyes unwillingly kept finding their way back to her and she looked uncomfortable, squirming in her seat. I was making her uncomfortable and I still couldn't stop myself, I frowned as I subtly watched her cheeks blush and realised she's probably embarrassed because she'd been flirting with her Professor. Of course she'd be embarrassed, I was so much older than her but was it wrong that I didn't feel one ounce of awkwardness at the fact I had been flirting with a student?

All I could think about as I watched her tits bounce as she moved In her seat, was burying my face in her cleavage and I knew I had to look away before my dick reacted. The last thing I needed in a class full of students was to be walking around with a fucking erection.

I could stand there and watch her all day but certain students had stopped talking and they were waiting for me to speak and I'd almost forgotten why I was here In the first place. I really needed to get my head in the game, being infatuated with a student would definitely not get me the promotion I was looking for.

I pushed my hands in my tight pockets, hoping to stretch the fabric a little so my semi-hard dick wasn't so apparent, then my eyes were drawn to her again and she was talking to Jake. That pissed me off and I could feel my jaw tensing as I cleared my throat rather forcibly, hoping to get the attention of the whole class at the same time as distracting her from the rather friendly conversation she was having with another guy. A guy her age at that.

"Now I've got your attention, we're going to use our first session to get to know each other a little better. You'll be doing quite a lot of speeches so it's best if you feel comfortable with one another. I'll start by introducing myself." I looked at her again, gulping hard when I saw her with the end of her pen in her mouth and the way her lips wrapped around it. Fuck. "So, I'm Professor Hemsworth and I'm originally from Melbourne in Australia." I looked to her and she smiled, remembering what we spoke about yesterday.

A student started with the typical Australian stereotypes although I'm actually surprised no one told me to throw another shrimp on the Barbie. I laughed along anyway, I'd been expecting it, it's literally the first thing anyone who isn't Australian says when they first meet me. So when I told him it wasn't very original I meant it, I'd heard it a thousand times before and I'll hear it a thousand times again.

I told the class a little about myself before informing them they would do the same, it didn't go down well, the room filled with groans. I looked to her and she looked downright terrified, I sympathized for her, it wasn't easy speaking in front of a room full of people but was the best way to break the ice.

"Claire Abbott." I called, watching the blonde at the front stand, nervously. She giggled and twirled her hair around her finger as she smiled at me, I knew what she was doing. I quickly glanced at the girl from the coffee shop as she rolled her eyes at the blonde at the front, I smirked back at her, amused at her tolerance for predictable girls.

"I erm… I don't know what to say?" The blonde said, looking at me questioningly.

"Just anything about yourself that we might find interesting, the first thing that comes to mind."

"Well I own four horses and I'm the cheer captain." I had to stop myself from laughing when she rolled her eyes again but the smile soon disappeared when I saw Jake lean over to speak to her and the way she laughed at him made my blood boil. I was seething, not because they were speaking instead of listening but because she was speaking to him instead of me.

"You two at the back, we'll wait for you shall we?" I called them out, my voice more stern than I expected. I was pissed off that Jake would easily be able to get to know her and I couldn't. She stared at me, her eyes wide, she was surprised I'd called them out in front of everyone which made me even more pissed off because that probably blew my chances even more. What the hell am I thinking? What chances, I need to remember I'm her fucking Professor.

She sat silently through the rest of the class, I still couldn't keep my eyes off of her and thankfully neither could she. She looked flustered and I liked it, I liked that I could make her feel that way without even touching her. She was so goddamn hot I could hardly concentrate on what the other students were saying.

When I glanced down at the sheet of names in front of me and saw Jake's name my jaw clenched.

"Jake Hudson." I couldn't help narrowing my eyes as he stood up, I just knew he'd say something cocky and I was so fucking jealous of him right now. I closed my eyes for a second and took a deep breath, I needed to keep my cool, especially in a room full of students and her. If she knew what I was really like she wouldn't look at me the way she did.

"Hi, I'm Jake." I bit onto the inside of my gum, that bit of pain keeping me grounded. "I'm also from Australia." He gave me that fucking cocky half arsed smile I'd been waiting for and the adrenaline shot through me. I was thankful no one noticed apart from maybe the one person in here I didn't want to notice. She was watching me carefully. I had to loosen my tie a little as he continued to speak, I was burning up with rage.

I'm glad class was almost over, I needed a stiff drink and I needed it now. I looked at my sheet of names again and there were only a couple left, I wondered which one was hers. I needed to know her name. Fuck. I needed to know everything about her.

"Jessica Watson." She stood up. Fuck, Jessica, it was a cute name and fit her perfectly. I was mesmerized with her and the way she spoke as she tucked her long hair behind her ears. "These last couple of days have been pretty eventful for me." She looked right at me, what was she going to say? "I'm living the life of a romance novels heroine and I'm excited to see what the next couple of days bring." Oh fuck. Was she talking about meeting me? Or Jake? I like to think by the way she studied me as she spoke, she was talking about me. This was wrong, so wrong but why did it feel so right? I forgot there was anybody else in the room, my cock twinging as I pictured myself fucking her on this desk. I needed to stop thinking like this, it's unprofessional and completely immoral. I shook my head and turned back to the class.

"I hope we all feel a bit more comfortable with each other now, some of you shared some pretty revealing things." I looked at Jessica. "Some of you, not so much." Then raised my eyebrows at a group of guys in the middle of class that had used thier time to inform everyone about the party at their frat house this weekend. "I'll have a schedule for you all next time I see you, anybody that has any questions can see me after class, everyone else is free to leave." I looked at her one last time, hoping she'd use this opportunity to come and speak to me.

I sighed when I sat back at my desk and a group of girls took their opportunity, I wasn't in the mood for it but answered their questions anyway. I didn't take my eyes from Jessica, especially when Jake started speaking to her again. The girls in front of me were taking up my time, trying to flirt with me instead of asking relevant questions and I was over it.

"Do you actually have any questions about the course ladies? I have other things to be getting on with if not." I was a little short with them without actually meaning to be. I just wanted them out of my goddamn way so I could see what was going on with Jessica and Jake.

The girls finally left, more like stormed off but I couldn't care less right now. She was still sat at her desk which means she waited until I was alone which has got to be a good sign. We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, the silence driving me insane so I cleared my throat and she blinked like I'd woken her from a daydream. What was she thinking about?

She packed up her things into her bag slowly, I could tell she was buying herself time but I felt relaxed now we were alone, in fact I felt excited which was completely ridiculous. I felt like a damn teenager.

"Did you need to talk Miss Watson?" I was amused and I needed to break the ice before the silence got the better of me. I leaned back in my chair and folded my arms across my chest.

"I erm…" She walked towards me, down the stairs, looking at her feet. She was unsteady and looked nervous as hell, was she going to tell me to back off? "I wanted to apologise, I had no idea you were a Professor." She stood at the bottom of the stairs, I was glad she wasn't too close. I don't know if I'd be able to control myself around her and lord knows I had to. The atmosphere was tense, neither of us really knowing what to say or do, all I could think about was ripping off her clothes.

"There's no need to apologise Miss Watson, I also had no idea you were a student but I was hoping to bump into you again. Funny how things work out isn't it?" I cocked my eyebrow at her, testing her, seeing how she would react to my comment. Something changed and she didn't look quite so nervous anymore.

"I think fate can be rather cruel Professor Hemsworth." The way she called me Professor stirred something deep inside me, a hunger I didn't know I had and when she moved closer to me I began to feel nervous.

"Oh really? Why is that Miss Watson?" She was so close now, I could smell her sweet scent of coconut shampoo. I wanted to touch her badly, I didn't though. I didn't dare because I knew if I did I wouldn't be able to stop myself and I must restrain, she's my student after all. It's wrong. It's forbidden.

I still couldn't stop myself from flirting, like an uncontrollable impulse and as soon as I opened my mouth to try and be professional I would just go right ahead and flirt. She was so outrageously attractive but the kind of attractive where she didn't know it and didn't flaunt it, which I found even more endearing.

"I was hoping to bump into you again too, only now the thought of what could've happened will have to remain a fantasy." My restraint was really being tested now, she was teasing me, egging me on and the fact she'd also been fantasising about me made it extra difficult to resist. I had to loosen my tie again, I needed my fingers to be busy so I didn't touch her. I had an internal conflict going on inside my mind and it was like torture, if this was day one of class how the hell was I meant to survive the whole semester?

"I better get to my next class, we can't have anyone thinking I'm your favourite now can we?" Fuck sake. I ground my teeth together, I was glad she was leaving, I couldn't take the tension any longer but at the same time I knew, with distance the desire would only intensify. She turned to leave and I couldn't stop myself watching her hips sway as she walked, her ass was so round and bouncy, it hypnotised me and that's when I knew I was in deep trouble.

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kindan-no-kanojo · 2 years

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the artistic urge to ask:20, 22,12,11 and 5, have fun B)

ART ASK GAME

Mun!R: I had to reorder these numbers otherwise my OCD wouldn't let me answer them HAHAHAHA.

5. least favorite thing to draw

Non-humanoid creatures 😩 I try, but I really don't have enough patience or skill for that, so I just end up getting frustrated T_T

That and... yeah, explicit NSFW. Suggestive is okay, but if it gets too much... idk, I'm too asexual for this 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

11. show us the last thing you drew, be it a finished piece or a small doodle

The last last thing I've been drawing was the Horoscope piece, but it's still in sketch phase and I already showed part of it here.

So have this 💀

Scarlett "teaching" Kino how to play piano 💀💀💀 Aka Kino going uncanny

12. show us an old drawing

... h-how old 💀

OK I FOUND ONE I NEVER SHOWED TO ANYONE LMAO.

Scarlett's early design... but make it almost the official one.

This is from... 2018 I think? She was once supposed to be a teacher in Ryoutei HAHAHAH. And as you can see, not a friendly one djfgd And yes, short hair 😩 She had short hair for the longest time, since she was created around 2015. She didn't have a ship back then. ... Or even a full developed story lmaooooo.

ANYWAY. I liked Lost Eden's uniform a lot so I just used that one. Not me trying to imitate Satoi's style for the hair and failing miserably tho 💀

20. a piece from this year that you're really proud of

Okay. I haven't drawn like a lot this year so far but here's another one I haven't shown here💀

Scarlett for Valentine's day 😩😩 I don't know why I didn't share it, but here you go 💀💀

22. what inspires you

As suggested here, I usually take inspiration of everything I put my OC through lmao. Not only RP, but also random ideas, outfits, songs, idk, anything. The thing is... I don't always commit to the inspiration, so most ideas get forgotten or thrown at the back of the drawer for who knows how long T_T But if someday I get caught inspired and with my art juice intact... oh boi 👀

#artemisthecatfishe #.i see you were thirsty for art #.ask and you shall receive #✏️Art meme #🖍️. 𝚂𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚢 𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑 #🖌️. 𝙰𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝 #.the 4th wall whispers. . . | 𝒪𝒪𝒞

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ariparri · 3 years

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This drawing was inspired by a story my friend cursedautumn wrote for me as her part of our usual story for art trade.

It's been so long since I've drawn something in this style, I was scared I was going to give up half way through the entire thing. But nope, I was quite ambitious and pulled through 9 hours to finish this piece!

Look at that! It's absolutely beautiful 😭 I can stare at this and be so damn proud of it all day!

Speaking of the story, you can read it here under the cut. Flowers may be my absolute favorite from autumn's stories, but this was just too cute. I just adore the father/daughter dynamic Veruca and Elroy have.

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His Princess

"Alrighty, I'm leaving." Wilhelmina kissed Elroy on the cheek and took the bag. “I'll be there in the evening, don't wait for me early. I left a list of products that Vera needs to be fed. Are you sure you can handle it?"

"You underestimate me," Elroy growled, jokingly offended. "Veruca will be fine, I'm a fully capable father, Wil. Go and have a good rest, you'll see when you come back, the house will shine, and the child will have the tenth dream." Wilhelmina smiled dryly and rolled her eyes. "You're the same as always. Well, I'm off."

With that, she opened the door and went out. Elroy watched her go for a while until she disappeared behind the fence, then closed the door and took a deep breath. Elroy McQuaid was a father of two children, but, frankly, he had already forgotten what it was like to stay all day with a small child. Coby had grown up a long time ago, now he was at Hogwarts (where, by the way, he recently received an indignant letter from Minerva McGonagall about his son's behavior), and little Veruca did not want to sit still and quickly came up with entertainment for herself: she rolled away from her father, turning over from her back to her stomach, then, on the contrary, crawled up to him and began pulling his hair or stubble. Elroy didn't mind, but he couldn't let his daughter roll around on the floor all day and pinch him! He had to think of something to do. So he picked up Veruca in his arms and spoke, "What should we do? We're going to play with toys, aren't we, baby?"

"Yes!" Veruca said glibly. She didn't know how to speak yet, but she already knew words like "yes", "not", "ma", "pa" and "Co-i" (that is, Coby). Elroy was infinitely proud of his daughter; Wilhelmina took it much more calmly and even laughed at his constant delight. Elroy was slightly offended: "How can you, Wil? She talks great for her age!", but there were no big quarrels because of this, and he understood that his wife showed love for her daughter in a slightly different way.

As soon as she was in her room, Veruca clung tightly to a wooden box filled to the brim with toys. There were dolls, plush toys, a plastic tea set, with which the baby sometimes gently beat her older brother, several suits with bat wings and many other means of entertainment. Elroy watched in silence as she turned over the wooden box, and sighed to himself: later he would have to take a long and painstaking time to clean up the mess that his daughter had made. But he obediently waited until all the contents of the box were on the floor, and smiled, "Come on, Vera, choose what we will play."

Veruca thought for a while and a soft bat colored so bright it was slowly eating out Elroy's eyes. This bat was given to the McQuaid family by friends a few years ago, and at first Coby played with it, and then it was taken away from him by his younger sister. Veruca took it out at every opportunity and forced the first family member she met to entertain her, holding her in their hands and "butting" the girl with a toy. Elroy didn't have much choice right now. He asked, "Are we going to play this?"

"Yes!" Veruca nodded. She had the same light green eyes as Elroy, like clear, transparent water.

"All right," he agreed. "I'll butt you. Come on…" Suddenly, he quickly grabbed the toy and began to gently poke his daughter in the face. Veruca burst into a ringing childish laugh, trying to grab a bat, and randomly waved her plump hands in the air. Elroy poked the toy first on her cheek, then in her stomach, then in her shoulder, and she laughed and made futile attempts to outwit dad and catch her pet. At that moment, Veruca strangely reminded Elroy of a young Wilhelmina, just as cheerful, laughing happily, not yet so strict and upset by the behavior of her growing son. Actually, Veruca was much more like her father, but there was already something about her that made her obviously the daughter of Wilhelmina McQuaid.

After playing with the bat, Veruca lost interest in it and took up a book of fairy tales written by the bard Beadle. Of course, it was still too early for her to read them, but the bright pictures on the glossy paper attracted the eye, and the baby ran her finger along the pages with genuine interest, looking questioningly at Elroy, as if asking what was depicted here. Most of all, she was interested in pictures of beautiful queens, princesses and sorceresses, women with long hair, dressed in dresses, robes and heavy jewelry. The girl especially liked the drawing of Morgan Le Fay, a tall red-haired woman with light green eyes, in a white dress. Veruca poked at it with her finger and hooted.

"This, baby, is Morgan Le Fay. She was a very outstanding sorceress, healer and fortune-teller. The sorcerers bewitched people, Vera, they are also wizards, it's just that their magic was different. And Morgan was both a sorceress and a witch. It's complicated, isn't it?" Elroy explained, to which Veruca frowned and turned away, indicating that she was not interested in this topic. She always did this when she did not understand what was being said to her, but she did not want to show her ignorance — it hurts her pride so much!

And even though Veruca was still a very little girl, she had pride. This pleased Elroy: if self-confidence and healthy pride are inherent in a person from childhood, nothing will knock them out of there. So let his daughter be proud. It was better to have pride than not to have it, his sister had once told him, and Elroy completely agreed with her.

Suddenly, his daughter turned over on her stomach and, starting to turn over slowly, rolled in the opposite direction from him. Elroy was so surprised that he didn't even understand what was happening, and he stared at Veruсa with his mouth open for a few seconds, and then he realized that the typical willfulness of the McQuaids had awakened in her, and she decided to try to move herself. Attempts to "escape" have occurred before, but Wilhelmina, with the air of a connoisseur, assured that this is normal and there is no need to interfere with the child's self-development.

"Veruca!" Elroy called out to his daughter.

"Ah!" she answered him and giggled, once again turning over on her stomach. "Vera," the man said more quietly. "Where are you going?" Veruca smiled with an almost toothless mouth and giggled louder. Elroy sighed loudly and got to his feet to put the mischievous girl back in her place.

Suddenly, Veruca reached out with a tiny hand and grabbed the leg of a chair. She tensed, slightly lifting the body and pulling her legs under her.

And then she began to get up — in the literal sense, to get to her feet, holding tightly to the leg of the chair, as if for a handrail, and finally straightened up and stood up, swaying slightly. Elroy froze in mute amazement, joy and disbelief, watching his little daughter, his princess, stand on her feet for the first time, and was afraid to even sigh and break the great moment. This feeling was even brighter than what he had experienced when Coby first got on his feet, much, much brighter, although Elroy did not want to admit it to himself.

It seems that Veruca was afraid of her own independence and the next second fell on the carpet and began to cry. Elroy was at his daughter's side in the blink of an eye and hastily picked her up in his arms, saying affectionately:

"Don't cry, Vera, don't cry, my princess, everything will be fine, you're a good girl. Look, you got up for the first time today, can you imagine?" and he kissed the top of her head, stroking her back. Veruca's crying wasn't caused by pain or anything worse, it's just that she hardly expected such sharp physical progress from herself.

So he patiently calmed her down until the girl stopped crying and wearily buried her face in her father's shirt.

"Do you want to sleep?" Elroy asked gently. "Let's go sit outside. It started raining there, we'll swing in the chair, listen to the weather…"

They did just that. Elroy went out onto the terrace. There he sat down in a wicker rocking chair with Veruca in his arms and was quiet; a summer downpour was really rustling on the green street and in the garden. The storm swelled over the McQuaid estate, rallying in the sky in a dense purple wall, ready to crack and burst into lightning. But while there were no loud noises, Elroy held the sleeping Veruca, wrapped in a plump purple blanket with a bat's face, in his arms and looked at the blooming garden. There was an unusual calmness in his soul, although, in general, there was no cause for alarm; nevertheless, such satisfaction in his soul had not been for a long time-maybe because he was the father of two children, the eldest of whom was now supplying his school with problems, and the youngest was still very small and helpless, like a porcelain doll. They had to look after both of them, and it was difficult for him and Wilhelmina. Very difficult.

Elroy kissed the top of Veruca's head as she dozed off. No, he was grateful to his wife, Providence, and himself a million times for his daughter, because since his youth his dream was to have a daughter, his little princess, just like from fairy tales. As a child, he saw how carefully his father treats his sister, and just dreamed of doing the same.

And now he had Veruca.

His little girl.

His princess.

Elroy wrapped his daughter more tightly in the blanket and began to doze a little himself. The storm did not break out with thunder and lightning, only the rain began to rustle more loudly, and somewhere on the horizon a rainbow began to appear, as if the sky was watching the father and daughter and letting a bright ray through the summer rainy haze.

The rainbow was flaring up. Elroy and Veruca were sleeping peacefully.

#ariparri #elroy mcquaid #veruca mcquaid #hogwarts mystery #hphm #harry potter hogwarts mystery #hphm mc #hogwarts mystery mc #fanfic #hogwarts mystery fanfic #fanfiction #hphm fanfiction #hphm fanart #hogwarts mystery fanart #jacob's sibling

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Scott McCall imagines part 2

Inspired by ariana grande " break up with your girlfriend...bored "

" hi .... im scott you okay you seemed startled ... " looking at him " ummmm uhhhh im good " walking away you were confused as too why Scott would be at the counselor office

Suddenly Mrs Martin door opened " hi (y/n) ... you wouldn't happened to bump into Scott would you he kinda ... well forgotten this " handing you his biology book " i can give it to him since I do have classes with him especially biology " smiling this is your chance to get closer much closer

" sure ... by the way i want to see you before you leave today it's about your career... next step " you nodded and simple walked away

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Scott was too into the whole thing that he was late for lacrosse practice " MCCALL YOUR LATE ... ESPECIALLY YOUR CAPTAIN... I MIGHT GIVE LAHEY THE POSITION YOUR SLACKING OFF " scott sighed while walking to his locker

Coach stormed into his office " man what's up with you ?" Lahey whispered " having an off day " on queue kira walks in a couple of whistle before a loud roar and more whistle blowing

" hi ... guys " it was kira and malia " coach ask us to join ... since Jackson and stiles decided not to return for the final semester " lahey felt a bit off point " coach asked you ... to play on the team ... the boys lacrosse team ?" Liam pops up " actually i asked them since we needed more players and we have a game against brett school again sooo .... we're in deep shit we ... need players " walking away

" anyways i dont have a problem playing... how about you kira ?" The girl shake her head

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Its been a long day for scott when he got a voicemail during class

(" hey scott is stiles you knew that ... checking on you... plus )

The answering machine goes off

( " hey its me again... before anything just wanted to say hi and ... im coming back ... for a couple of days ... along with lydia ... yeah we decided to take a break ... anyways see you in three days ")

Scott was pleased lydia and stiles are coming to vist but things aren't great at school or at work , plus is mom been taking a lot of night shifts at the hospital and since argent went MIA nobody knows where

It was a rough summer for the gang especially when derek decided to go off with braeden and malia fighting her mum

Rough was the word to describe the summer for the gang but in the end friendship and death was recurring in their life

Isaac sees a counsellor about his feelings and fears especially since his childhood wasn't that great

All in all everything was supposed to come together but it's falling again

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" Scott...scott..scott... Scott " the young man was cut of from his thoughts " yeah ?" He looked up it was issac " your mum let me in ... plus it seems you didnt have dinner ... i brought Mexican food " isaac laughed so did scott

" lydia and stiles ... their coming back for a couple of days ... and kira we're i dont know ... with malia its it's different i can't i .... " isaac laughed " scott McCall confused on both girls ... haven't seen you like this since allison " comfort silent drawn in " Mexican food " issac draw the line on the subject

" yeah ... my mum wondering where argent suddenly went ... considering we all don't know " isaac unloading the food " about that .... derek and braeden found information on argent ... it seems he wants to know about the nogtisune " scott dropped the cup

" what?"

" yeah apparently he wanted to know when the nogtisune vanishes from the person body will any killing of the nogtisune be reversed " scott was shocked " is that possible?" Braeden knows of a ritual that can be used but its a classic folklore... a story "

Scott couldn't belive it " he really misses her... especially since Kate is still alive and revenge is always on her mind "

Issac nodded what he didnt tell scott was that the stories are true there's a ritual to bring dead people back ... sacrifice is shamefully

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" What are you planning?"

Scott told isaac that his failing and lydia mum said he needs a tutor " i dont know plus im not working especially slacking at lacrosse... never been in this position before "

Issac knew that scott was struggling but not this bad " i could help I've got lydias biology books with all her notes ... you can borrow them ... you know "

#teen wolf imagines #teen wolf #scott mccall #scott mccall imagine #scott mccall imagines #teen wolf series #nogitsune

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“ you look a little out of place. ” a pause before the jackal's usual panic kicked in, hands raising to about chest height with palms turned outward as if to soothe any incoming rage. " n-not appearance wise i mean ! i mean i suppose the mask might draw some attention and make you stick out but i just meant that you looked a little... unsure ? i guess ? of where to go or anything. which i mean i totally get mistral is huge and can be kind of daunting and if you're not carefully you could easily get lost and end up wandering around for an entire night before anyone actually finds you and tells you which way is which. " drawn from personal experience upon arriving in the kingdom for the first time. " a-anyway, is there somewhere you're looking to go in particular ? if you're not sure of the way i can probably help you find it- i've got most of the kingdom mapped out in my head by this point, lower and upper levels alike. " she offered a somewhat timid smile, hands slowly lowering to her sides before then coming together and fidgeting somewhat, eyes having fallen to some random place on the ground as she now worried over whether she was simply being a nuisance to this man.

Wandering about while lost in his thoughts for a time till eventually coming to a stop for a moment, never thinking he be back in this place after so long and having forgotten some things he knew about the place too. Having mixed emotions swirling about within and glad to be wearing his mask for he wouldn’t like one to stare at his eyes that held such emotions in them.

Furrowing a brow from behind his mask before raising a gloved hand to his mask when hearing the other say something about it, “I rather keep my mask on but if it bothering you I could trade it for a blindfold instead, other than that I’ll be keeping my mask on if I can help it.” rather not let anyone dare see what lay underneath his mask when giving a soft snort while giving the other a questioning stare, “Unsure... I suppose it be due to not thinking that I be here in this place again, even if I done a few things here when on business at times. Hrm...” considering he did have a few missions that led him here at times in the past and the like but never taking the time to wander about the place. “It’s a bit surprising to see how much has changed yet some things remain the same, then again who I am to say since it’s been so long since I last gazed upon this very place.” feeling that pang of sadness inside since he left this place what was his home once in the past till having to leave it behind, “ I suppose I could have a guide for a time being, I have nothing better to do aside from aimlessly wandering about. That’s if you aren’t too intimidated by me, it’s not I’ll try anything...” giving a slight shrug at this while wondering why the other seemed so skittish if that be the right term to put it when watching how they acted around him right now.

Raising a brow at the timid manner the other tended to have when speaking with him, “You act too skittish... it kind of reminds me of someone when I first met them once in the past, even if they left me behind...” giving a sigh at that since that still hurt and seeing nothing but to continue on his own path even if unsure of where it led now.

#loreseeks

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the key has a ribbon around it

it's a subtle gold, or another polite way to say beige that isn't entirely complementing the metal, but not clashing either. its ties an awkward length, too long to be subtle and too short to be secured elsewhere. though there was not even a simple bow, the two jutting ends were from a knot strongly secured by its previous owner.

around 20 months ago, the onset of the pandemic in the united states, i was under the impression that i'd be able to bounce around and stay with different people now that school was no longer bound to campus. well within the week of that place, the intended first stop, it was clear that it would be the only stop of that nature. but i left that key behind at the place i was first staying, in the belief that it could see better use there than if it followed me.

of course, once i had eventually made it home, i learned that the key was almost immediately lost. this was more funny, than anything else - both a key and a lock are nothing without each other, and i certainly was nowhere close to the lock then, so what did it matter? and when we'd eventually come back together, other keys to that lock existed, so it didn't matter too much. the only loss here was my personal convenience, something that i didn't need to get back.

but i did. the countless miles we've hurdled through the universe later, i went back to that warm place again for only the second time since the pandemic began, though the first as a someone who could share the same air. the beauty of experiencing the quirks on return would have been enough - the router's spherical limits that did not encompass every part of every room, the scent of wood coming from the bed, and book on every topic or every age, more than one could ever read with the time we're given. but, discovered three weeks before and presented just as casually, the key was returned to me. and i had entirely forgotten about the ribbon. a gift unexpected.

i am unsure if people want to remember, or how they do so, or precisely what will be found in doing so. but i do know that, while it is a process that is often conducted internally, there are sometimes things from the outside that demand one to engage. in certain ways the key felt to me less like a stimulus for internal reflection, but the deliberate pathway i took to memory. whether or not this dramatic distinction actually has weight is uncertain to me, but it is something that i am thinking at present.

but i think it is worth not speaking solely in abstract as to imply that all things can provide all memory - the journeys that we all take are distinct, and so accordingly are how things associated with memories, whether the process of carving that association is deliberate or not. that key only came into my possession a month before circumstance took it away, and seldom had i seen it before then. when i hold it, i can find myself in the before where i held it, passed it onto others, or held it to the door. but anything beyond that is a process of following the own paths i've drawn. such items are bookmarks in the mind, sparing time spent flipping through pages.

that is not to be harshly critical of their limitations - contrarily, it is this limitation that gives them worth. something that we remark everyday can seldom be used to draw to a particular day (usually, these objects will belong to a particular time period, but could drop us back anytime then*). the concern could instead fall against the people who remember, us all having our flaws and drawing conclusions to some degree of misalignment, but it is my belief that the greater critique should fall on those who police these objects of memory (a hot take, i know). one can easily point to artifact-seeking imperialists, but i think any system or presiding body that dictates which traditions are kept and how to remember has the capacity of that harm.

*i am writing this well ahead of this year's spotify wrapped, which i think is a particularly good example of this. meant to stylistically present your listening history since last year, a bit of the magic has been lost for me. many other services will give you a representation of various time periods, including spotify itself, with its desktop app showing users who view their profile their top listened songs of the past month. before this addition, though, i had been looking at statsforspotify with some level of frequency. it doesn't give you the year, but it gives you the month that spoofy does now as well as a 6 month period which, while not quite the length of spotify's year summary, can stand as a good proxy and display at least a few songs you should expect to see in your top. scientists would call it a failure to blind, if you're looking for top songs achieved without knowing where top songs precisely lay. makes me feel i've failed, somehow.

Luna Li's "Afterglow" is at the top of my past 6, and i'm expecting it to land in no lower than the 3rd spot for the year. i recall it first coming as part of my discover weekly that came with the start of classes this past spring. i enjoyed it then, but i remember it first really hitting me when showering one morning in the 3rd floor bathroom of cuyler hall (the south section, not the east). i had fully heard the first section of the chorus then:

I spoke all the words that you said Don't tell me you winded up dead No-oh, where's the glow?

the line is of course "your lovin' is dead," but while water as liquid does not hang long in the sky, it will still cloud as it lands. but naturally, its place at the top spot of the past 6 months, now a period defined from the end of may until now, comes from its frequent listens during my time in new mexico this past summer. largely, these plays came on golden hour runs along the sidewalk parallel to central ave, old rt. 66. from the international district through the artsier [heavily renovated/developed] nob hill to the downtown, then if not stopping for a drink, taking the bus straight back the same way. here, i cannot name any particular time, but instead this song is associated with the period in the place - sweat that dissipated in the dry air, appearing only on the bus, or the way the west-bound sun hits the sandias. it holds significance, but its capacity as a capsule for a single moment in those times becomes diluted, somewhat. the lyricism with that time becomes less about how i feel on first listen, and i think more deliberately about what it means for the artist to say them. that doesn't mean they, and the song itself, can't still resonate. its lasting power is enough that, goodness knows, i would usually have to slow myself in time with the closing lines, and sometimes accept those words as the end of the run as well. a simple thing.

Oh how I love you but I need to explore How to be alone, alone

the stats website goes a step further than anything spotify itself does, though, and will allow you to see your all time history. topping this for me is The Mountain Goat's "Snow Owl," which my ramblings here would then suggest is devoid of single moment or even period, as it's been a frequent friend to my ears since 17. it would seem so, but i'm thinking now that the worthy consideration is that all-time, much as any time period, is hardly a homogenous entity, instead composed of countless finite moments. the distribution of this song across those is hardly uniform, and it would be difficult to say that it runs parallel in experience with the opening of doors or the adjustment of a pillow. i do think of periods of the song, like the first days of appreciating Full Force Galesburg in high school and night walks in the town of Princeton freshman summer and night walks in Galesburg sophomore summer and isolated days in a tall room early this January and near the most recent Lawnparties when making a bad cover of it. i think i'll always love it, and always love singing along, thinking about what it means to write a line like

In your eyes were all the colors that the rainbow forgot

in march of last year, i gave that key up and the premiere of the company revival, slated for sondheim's 90th, had been cancelled. at the end of this november, i have the key once again and sondheim is dead. people have written and said more meaningful things reflecting on and honoring him, his work, and his legacy than i expect i could. but even as the man behind it all, a person i will never know, his work stays with me that brings me back to things about myself.

sweeney is a bookmark to january 2017, my fledgling days as a vegetarian (coincidentally a good inspiration for one to make the jump, i'm sure). company to early fall of 2016, a time i spent finding my own footing (much less concerned with marriage, though). little night music to mid-pre-campus eviction in 2020, a time full of uncertainty but of much promise. Remember! the act of doing so with all of these things, and perhaps most things, is done so like the taste of dark chocolate, knowing that i will never be in those times again. but just thinking of them is beautiful, and promise of similar things in the future, a space yet to be filled of memory, is also quite nice. very kind of people to share their talent, their music, their light to accompany us as we go along.

Noname, "Window," the second time, listening as it was being shown to someone else for the first time. Fall 2018. I knew you never loved me but I fucked you anyway.

The Delfonics, "Didn't I (Blow Your Mind This Time)" in the old Whitman Common Room while pulling an all nighter with friends for, honestly, no good reason. Spring 2019. Didn't I think it, baby? Didn't I think it, baby?

Fat Tony, "Texas," wind at my back while biking along the side of Highway 164 as the sky softened, pedals in time with the rhythm. Summer 2020. Lucas on the music (*guitar hit*) don't need no band.

ABBA, "Angeleyes," being able to shed a jacket while on a walk around McDonnell Hall, being then uncertain of why I went there. Spring 2021. He'll take your heart and you must pay the price.

these are a few examples of bookmarks that i've maintained thus far that have been granted me by other people. it's a secondary kind of magic, that preserved alongside these moments and the pathway, is that without another person i wouldn't have that moment to myself. a nice reminder. a meaning to the song beyond the singer's control.

i do not know what to make of a very particular uptick of breakthrough cases on campus, on either an epidemiological or social front. part of me would like to think that this is a result of the weakened protection in vaccines after some months that gets discussed, or perhaps it is the lack of substantial protection against transmission sought in these methods. maybe folks relaxed their mask wearing enough to lead to this, or maybe this is just an unlucky chance. i can't say where university policies or procedures are going to go in the future, but i know that i personally am going to try and maintain caution.

the exercise of blame, which feels mildly tempting to me and i know others, is often prompted by emotion, though that does not make it unjust. but the direction is certainly shaped by one's own biases, a fact that i am trying to keep in mind both when i consider situations for myself and when interacting with people who have their conceptions. whether or not it is productive to engage in discussions of blame in all situations, i am doubtful, particularly in cases where there is not much else any party can do (if that is a situation that can ever arise). but i am trying to remember that it is always worth considering how people can take care of each other, or how we are meant to do so. it is an act that i fail regularly, but not always, but never perfect, but sometimes enough. it just requires trusting that people trust you, and not making anything more out of it. maybe in that state, we can find the space to share bookmarks in more meaningful ways. keys of our own to the same door.

something that i chanced on the family of an acquaintance's facebook post on the thanksgiving day experience, a line that i hope i'll be thinking about for a while:

How precious today was after everything we have all been through.

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You’re My Best Friend ~ Roger Taylor x OC 1

Chapter 1

September 1967 Barbara's P.O.V

I stepped off of the carriage, feeling an extreme wave of tiredness flow over me. The journey had felt as though it had lasted forever, I hadn't travelled this far in my life so far and it was unspeakably boring alone. I couldn't help but think that if me and Roger hadn't had that argument and were still friends, that I wouldn't have been on my own while travelling to London, the journey would've been at least more bearable, definitely filled with laughs and amusement.

My backpack dug into my shoulder as I moved forward, dragging my suitcase with me. London was already so different, it was most definitely an unfamiliar surrounding and not like the quietness and serenity that I was so used to in Truro.

Throughout the last part of my journey to Ealing Art College, my face was frowning as I thought about how this had been both me and Roger's dream, our dream, and now it was just my own. I missed him more than anything and hadn't stopped thinking about what I had said to him that day, a year or so ago now. He was my best friend and I had completely and utterly fucked it up. It seemed as though he had forgotten me, left me behind. The last I heard of Roger was that apparently he was still with 'The Reaction', still relatively popular and surrounded by girls who were completely and utterly in awe of him.

I couldn't not be happy for him, doing music is what he was meant to do and that was one of the last things that I had told him, I still go by my word, I just wished that I had been by his side as he lived his dream.

I had reached Ealing art college in short time. The building was beautiful, everything that I had ever dreamed of. It was quite a large site and there were already people making their way to sign in although nothing officially started until next week Monday. A middle aged woman had been the one to cross off my name and direct me to the apartment that I had paid for to stay in with a roommate who I had just found out was a woman named Stella. The walk was nothing, the apartment was just a few minutes away, it was quite pretty outside, not what I was expecting at all. The exterior was painted a pastel blue which was very faded with a few empty plant boxes in front of the only window.

I came to the conclusion that I had made the right decision to stay off site since I'd definitely have more freedom, depending on Stella, my supposed roommate. I had worked so hard during the summer in order to pay my half of this apartment, my parents, especially my father, were furious with me. I had been given the cold shoulder from the both of them, they refused to help with any money related issues such as my ticket to travel to London and the apartment, I had arranged it all by myself.

The interior of the apartment was very basic, included everything I needed in order to live, it just didn't really look appealing to me, nothing I wouldn't be able to fix though. One bathroom without a bath, two tiny bedrooms, a very small kitchen attached to the living room and a balcony, it was enough.

Unpacking hadn't taken that long and when I was done I had jumped straight onto the squeaky sofa, laying back as I closed my eyes, feeling extremely tired after such a long afternoon.

I heard the door unlock, my eyes shot straight open, thinking that someone was trying to break in, and then suddenly realising that I was sharing this apartment with someone else, must be Stella.

A girl peaked into the living room, blonde, blue eyes. She suddenly smiled when she saw me lounging on the sofa, "Hi, I'm Stella!"

I sat up, smiling back at her, "Hiya, I'm Ba-,"

"Barbara, yes I know! Lady at the desk told me," she interrupted, giggling a little, "Nice to meet you, I see you've already made yourself comfortable."

"You too!" I reply, letting out a laugh at her remark. She seemed to be really nice, already very easy to talk to, not awkward at all, I liked her. I was very skeptical about sharing a place with someone else who I had never met before, I was definitely not expecting someone as nice as her.

"I'm going to have a look around," she tells me.

I relaxed myself again, leaning further back and closing my eyes.

"We will probably be fighting over the shower a lot!" I hear her call, "Only one bathroom!"

"I know! I'll try not to hog it!" I call back.

For the rest of the afternoon and evening me and Stella got to know each other, the conversation flowed very easily and we found ourselves laughing about the shitty springs in our beds. I had also found out that she was interested in fashion and was studying textiles at college, she was also a year older than me and that her parents had practically kicked her out.

"Where have you come from then?" She asks, lifting her cigarette up to her lips, breathing in before tapping the ashes away out of the window.

"Truro."

"Truro?"

"A little town in cornwall."

"Ah, cornwall! I've heard that it's beautiful there," she replies, "why in the hell would you come here?"

I let out a long sigh, smiling a little, "I don't really know anymore, just been my dream to come and study here, I'll miss cornwall very much," I tell her, only thinking of Roger as these words left my lips, he was the one that I'd miss.

Monday had soon come and I had woken up very early, as did Stella since she also had a lesson to go to in a few hours. We walked together down the street towards the college site, there were many others doing the same, presumably new and old students all together. Me and Stella along with the rest of the new students were given a tour around the building and had also been directed towards the rooms that we had been allocated.

The inside of the college was just as nice as the outside, there were artworks hung up that previous students had created as their final pieces. Stella looked just as excited as me, we exchanged impressed looks all the way through the little tour.

"Meet me here after you've finished!" She says as she points at her Textiles room, flashing me a big smile as she waves and disappears into the room.

I made my way to the Graphic design room, followed the directions that I had been given, missing a few turns and retracing my steps until I had finally found the correct room.

There were already people in the room, some still working, others, probably the new students were sat down around the tables in the middle of the room. Some of the new students were already talking to each other, others were sat in silence and I sat down at an empty table, waiting for the tutor to arrive.

He came rushing into the room around ten minutes after I had arrived, "Sorry I'm late everybody."

Mr Wright had introduced himself and had also told us the ins and outs of the course, what we were to do, handing out sketchbooks and directing us to other rooms which we had access to. He also got to know us a little, asking us for our names followed by telling us to get on with what it was we were planning to do.

It was very ambiguous and I had no idea what I was doing, some others didn't either, others got to working immediately. I stood myself up, looking around at all the equipment and materials we had been given, where everything was.

I was lingering around the materials, not knowing what to take and also just not knowing what I was doing in general, I didn't know where to start. A boy had suddenly stood next to me, grabbing a few pencils and halted when he saw me just stood still, dumbfounded.

"Would you like any help?" I hear him ask, feeling his eyes watching me as I continued to stare down at the cupboard in front of me.

"I er- sure, I have no idea what I'm doing," I reply, averting my eyes to him. Immediately my mind was taken aback by how attractive he was, very dark brown- almost black hair, brown eyes, a very structured face and very prominent cheekbones.

He smiled a little crooked smile, "I'm Freddie Bulsara, I love your earrings," he introduces himself, still smiling as he studies my face.

I feel heat rush up to my cheeks feeling a little weak to the knees, I manage to mutter a 'thanks'. I felt so stupid since I didn't particularly want to find anyone attractive at all, I wanted to focus on my design, only due to my poor taste in the opposite sex, after Steve Harrington I had no confidence in pursuing a relationship with anybody as of right now. I shook the feeling off as I pulled myself together, but probably coming across as being one of the most peculiar creatures.

"Are you more the illustrative type?" He asks, a hint of a smirk showing on his lips, his front teeth showing slightly. He was even more attractive in an odd sort of way.

"Yeah."

"Like me! Follow me, take some pencils, we're going to the practical room."

I followed him towards the room, one that the Graphics students had access to. Only one other person was in the room working, very concentrated and hadn't even noticed that anyone had come in. Me and Freddie sat at the other side of the room, he had given me a few ideas on what to do to start off with and gave me some advice about what he had done when he first started here. I got stuck in drawing a few figures, picturing something in my head and drawing it through lines, it seemed like a good start.

After a lesson of being surprisingly productive, me and Freddie had engaged in lots of conversation, he came across as being a very kind and thoughtful person. I was quite drawn to him and his exotic look, he was very different to any other male I'd seen in his style, he was also very hilarious in his manner and his jokes.

I was so caught up in laughing at almost everything that he was saying that I hadn't noticed that Stella was waiting for me outside. It took a fake cough for me and Freddie to notice her presence, she was watching us with a little smirk, "Come on Barbara, I've been waiting for almost fifteen minutes!"

"I better go, I'll see you tomorrow?" I shift my head towards Freddie again, hoping that I will get see him, I already felt comfortable around him, he was so kind, genuine and friendly, I was very sure that we'd be good friends.

He smiled a little, "Of course you will."

As me and Stella walked along the street, she wouldn't shut up about Freddie, giggling and teasing me, "He seemed to really like you."

I shrugged in response, "Really?" trying to sound unbothered by her statement.

"Hell yes. He was quite attractive Barbara, very exotic, I'd go there." She teased, pinching my arm as she giggled.

I laughed loudly as we continued to skip down the street, large grins on our faces. I couldn't believe how close me and Stella were after only a few days of knowing each other, similarly with Freddie. I hadn't been this amused or entertained by anything since Roger had been around. I was beginning to think that maybe this was my way of moving on from my ex best friend, maybe Stella and Freddie were to mean as much to me as Roger once did, maybe I'd stop thinking about him as much, forget him like he had seemed to forget me.

Maybe things were going to begin looking up for me.

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c-e-d-dreamer · 7 years

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Hey idk if you are still looking for prompts because I scrolled pretty far back, but if so, how about "that's the dumbest shit I've ever heard let's do it" or ”it’s a long story that involves a lot of blood, a couple squirrels, and one hell of a headache” for any of the foxes? Thanks, I love love love your writing and I've really enjoyed looking through your blog!

I’m always accepting prompts! And thank you so much for the lovely compliments! I hope you enjoy! This is basically a shitpost in fic form. It’s a crack fic. I’m not even sorry. Also you probably need to suspend a lot of disbelief for this; just roll with it

“That’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard; let’s do it”

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Neil is still trying to get the hang of his new phone. Nickyhad insisted that he upgrade to this century and had practically dragged Neilto the mall to purchase an iPhone. The rest of the Foxes were more than happyabout the change, some money even exchanging hands, but there’s so much goingon with his phone now. Before, all Neil had to worry about were text messagesand phone calls, but now there’s a bunch of apps that Nicky keeps trying toteach him. He thinks he’s starting to get a handle on Snapchat thanks to thedaily snaps from Allison. At the very least, he’s no longer confused by the waythey disappear after opening them. And Instagram seems easy enough, so Neiltries to keep track of that so he can see Renee’s posts from around the world.

Neil can admit that the ESPN app is great. It’s set up tosend him notifications for Exy news and score updates. It’s that app that iscurrently dinging at Neil as he makes his way across campus. The trade deadlineis coming up for the National Exy League, and Neil’s been trying to keep up andfollow the changes. After Neil reads the latest update, the striker tries tosee the current NCAA standings, but his new phone isn’t cooperating. He bats atthe screen a few times, but when it finally switches over to NCAA Exy, it’s thenews page. Neil lets out a frustrated noise and is about to just give up when aheadline catches his eye.

Neil scrolls through and reads the article the whole wayback to Fox Tower. He still has his phone out and the page open as he unlocksthe door to his dorm. The room is full of people, but Neil has learnt to beunsurprised by that. Nicky and Aaron are in the beanbags, a video game of somesort blaring on the television. Kevin is sprawled out on the couch with hislaptop in his lap while Andrew is perched on his desk by the window.

“Hey, Neil,” Nicky greets, not taking his eyes off the gamehe’s playing. “How was class?”

“Did you guys know someone tried to steal the University ofTexas’ mascot last night? Not the costume; the actual longhorn.”

“How unoriginal,” Nicky says. “That’s like the oldest prankin the book. I mean everyone’s—”

Nicky cuts off as he finally draws his eyes away and meetsNeil’s, his face contorting into a mix of guilt and regret. The backliner openshis mouth again, but whatever rambling remedy was on the tip of his tongue, he swallowsit down and snaps his lips shut. When no one else in the room has anything toadd, Neil resigns himself to his desk. He can feel Andrew’s eyes boring intohis cheek, but the striker focuses on outlining his upcoming essay until practice.

The news story gets forgotten, blurred away by drills andbickering freshmen and a scrimmage. But it’s still nestled a place in the backof Neil’s mind, niggling in the periphery of his thoughts persistently. By thetime he’s changing out after practice, it’s made its way back to the forefront.

He thinks about the article, about Nicky’s cut off words, ashe and Andrew sit up on the roof, the nighttime humid and inky around them. Hismind is a whirlwind of thoughts tangled up with the billows of smoke wisping inthe evening breeze. He almost doesn’t notice the distinctive smell of nicotineor the way his cigarette has burned down to the filter. He doesn’t realize he’szoned out on the twinkling lights of the campus until the cool, feather lighttouch across the back of his hand pulls him back.

When Neil looks to his right, Andrew is already watchingback. He raises an eyebrow in question at the striker’s silence, and Neil stubsout his cigarette.

“Do you think I’m missing out?” Neil asks. “Having not donea prank before?”

Andrew doesn’t say anything in response. He watches Neil fora few more moments before he stubs out his own cigarette. He beckons his headtowards the roof door, and Neil tries not to read too much into it as the tworetreat down to their dorm.

The next morning before heading to the gym for workouts,Andrew drags Neil and Kevin next door. The goalkeeper picks the lock with anease Neil feels he shouldn’t be surprised by at this point. The three burstinto the room where Aaron and Nicky are tucked into the kitchenette withsteaming mugs cradled in their hands. Neither bats an eye at the intrusion.

“We’re stealing a mascot tonight,” Andrew says to the room.

“What?!” Kevin squeaks out from just inside the doorway.

“That’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard,” Nicky says,setting down his mug. “Let’s do it.”

“What.”

“Oh, come on, Kevin, it’ll be fun!” Nicky reasons. “I betyou’ve never pulled a prank either. And it’ll be like a senior prank for you.It works out perfectly!”

“While that’s all well and good,” Aaron pipes up. “Where areyou going to steal this mascot from? Most schools don’t have real animalmascots these days. We certainly don’t have a fox running around.”

“University of Texas has a real animal mascot,” Neil says.

“You want us to travel all the way to the University ofTexas?” Aaron asks, tone deadpan.

“There has to be somewhere closer,” Nicky offers, fiddlingwith his phone for a moment. “University of North Carolina! That’s not too farto drive.”

“There’s no way we’re fitting a ram in my car,” Andrew says.

“Matt has a truck,” Neil suggests.

It’s at that moment that Matt walks out of the bathroom,toothbrush hanging between his teeth and phone pressed to his ear. Hisexpression startles when he notices all pairs of eyes on him.

“Hey, Matt,” Neil says. “Can we borrow your truck tonight?”

“We’re driving up to UNC tonight to steal their mascot,”Nicky jumps in to explain. “You in?”

Neil thinks it must be a sign that Matt’s been living withNicky and Aaron too long because the backliner just shrugs in acceptance.

“I’m going to have to call you back, Dan,” Matt says intohis phone. “We’re kidnapping Rameses.”

- - -

Researching during lunch reveals that UNC has a small farmon their campus. It acts as a training center for students studying veterinarysciences, but it also doubles as Rameses’ home. It seems easy enough to get to,and the farm being tucked away from the dorms means students shouldn’t bemilling about.

It should be easy.

Their first complication arrives before they even get oncampus. After dinner, everyone changes into black clothes and piles into Matt’struck, and then they’re heading up north along the interstate. It’s a bit of ahike through North Carolina, but luckily, the sun has long since set by thetime they’re nearing the campus. Matt directs the truck towards the entrance thatwill bring them closest to the farm, but security stops them to check forschool ID’s.

Despite Matt’s sweet talking and Nicky’s attemptedexplanation that they’re attending an on-campus party, the security guardremains unimpressed and stubborn, turning them away. Matt ends up parking thetruck outside a row of off-campus houses, and the group sneaks onto the campus.

UNC is bigger than PSU, and as Neil looks around at thedifferent buildings looming over him, it’s a bit disorientating, and yet there’sno mistaking that thrum of excitement. They keep mostly to the shadows and keeptheir heads down, trying not to draw attention to themselves. As collegestudents themselves, they at least blend in a little.

After a few wrong turns down campus roads, they find thefarm. They hop over the fence and make their way up the dirt path to the barn. Neilmakes quick work of picking the lock and they all slip inside. The poignantsmell of manure and livestock hits them like a tsunami wave, and Neil puts ahand over his mouth to try and stifle it. Similar reactions ripple through thegroup. Nicky, Matt, and Aaron pull out their phones to provide light as theymove further into the barn. Neil peers into the first cubby on his left only tocome face to face with a horse.

“Aw this one has a cute little pig in it,” Nicky says fromfurther down. “We should take this too.”

“Focus, Nicky,” Kevin snaps.

Neil has to stifle a laugh at Nicky’s muttered response ashe continues to look for the ram. The next cubby he checks has a donkeysleeping inside, though.

“Hey!” Matt exclaims. “I found him!”

Everyone joins Matt and crowds around the cubby. Rameses hasbacked into the far corner. He stares at them all for a few moments beforeletting out a bleat. Matt, Nicky, and Kevin begin a murmured argument aboutwhat to do next when Andrew opens the door to the cubby and steps inside, arope in his hand that he ties around Rameses to lead the ram out. Once they getRameses out of the barn, they move as a slow huddle down the road in an attemptto hide their deed. Andrew ends up handing the rope over to Aaron so he canlead the group when it becomes apparent no one else can remember the way backto Matt’s truck.

A security guard is making rounds around the campus, so theyhave to duck between the shadows of two buildings while they wait for him topass. It’s at this moment that Rameses becomes fed up with his captors. A swiftkick to Aaron’s shins leaves the backliner recoiling in pain and dropping therope. Rameses takes the opportunity to escape, darting out from their hidingspot. Matt and Neil are quick to chase after the ram, but running into thelight of the streetlamps reveals that the security guard isn’t as far away asthey anticipated and the bleating has drawn his attention.

“Hey!” the security guard shouts, already running in theirdirection. “What do you think you’re doing?!”

“Oh shit,” Neil says under his breath.

“Time to go,” Andrew says, grabbing a fistful of the back ofNeil’s shirt and tugging.

“Wait! What about Rameses?” Matt asks, gesturing towards theparking lot the ram is tearing through.

“Leave him!” Nicky shouts, taking hold of Matt’s wrist andyanking him away.

They can hear the security guard getting closer, his poundingfootsteps and his shouts of needing backup. No one needs to be told twice. Theysqueeze out the other side of the buildings and break into sprints, scatteringin different directions.

Neil can feel the adrenaline thrumming in his veins. Itleaves his ears ringing and his heart pounding in his chest as his feet smackagainst the ground. Andrew veers off to the right in front of him, and Neilfollows. The shortcut takes them through the brush, and branches cut at Neil’sarms and ankles. It does nothing to quiet the thrill bubbling in his chest.

Matt’s truck comes into view, Aaron and Kevin alreadywaiting in the bed. Nicky and Matt come tearing in from the other side, yankingthe doors of the cab open to clamber inside.

“Do you think the ram is alright?” Matt asks, out of breath.

“That’s not important right now, Matthew! Drive!” Nickyshouts.

Andrew practically bodily throws Neil into the truck bedbefore jumping in himself. Matt kicks the truck into gear and peels away fromthe curb, tires screeching in his wake. As Matt speeds off, Neil can’t help thegiddy laughter that bubbles out of him, taking him over until there are tearsin his eyes.

“Well that was fun.”

“Junkie.”

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sevi007 · 7 years

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Hi I saw you did a headcanon about Toshinori and how he was ticklish and I was wondering if you had a fic of Toshinori being chased by his students and tickled by them? Something like that would really make my day as I've been having a bad week

Anon, first of all - I don’t know if you will even see my answer, but let me just tell you that I’m so, so sorry for not answering this sooner. I’ve been stuck in a really bad writer’s block lately and just couldn’t come up with anything for this request. I’m so sorry for not being there to make your week a bit better! I hope you will still be able to enjoy this now, though (and also that you’re feeling much better by now):

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It could have been such a nice andrelaxing afternoon, Izuku mused half-heartedly as he watched the happy mess infront of him unfold. Such a nice, quiet afternoon, with Bakugou taking a nap,his classmates engrossed in different – quiet – activities and no homework todisturb them.

He had wanted to watch a bit of TV, thatwas all. Had wanted to catch up on a view hero talk shows he liked to watch.

Now, however, Izuku, just like the rest ofhis classmates, found himself captivated by the sight of Mina lurking around inthe kitchen, the girl watching All Might closely as he went around the kitchento prepare some drinks and snacks for everyone.

Based on the stiff set of Toshinori’sshoulders, Izuku could interpret that the man was on high alert, knowing whatthe girl behind his back was aiming for.

It had started out all too innocent.Toshinori had been rummaging through the fridge, bent over quite a bit, as Minahad squeezed herself into the little space between her teacher and the openfridge-door, darting forward to grab something from the cold depths. Completelyby accident, the girl’s finger had scrambled over the man’s side all the while,digging deep into the white material of his shirt as Mina tried to gently shovehim aside.

The reaction had been immediate, asToshinori had jumped with a yelping sound, head hitting the fridge’s ceilingwith a loud Thunk as he splutteredout a weird, high sound.

And if that hadn’t been enough, Mina’shorrified shriek certainly had been enough to draw everyone’s attention to theboth of them.

“Sensei, are you okay?! Did I hurt you?!”

“N-No, really, I’m… I’m quite alright, mygirl…”

“Did I hit your scar?! I’m so, so sorry…oh no, wait, your scar is on the left side… but still!”

“Mina!” Toshinori had tried as the girlhad tried to lift his shirt to see where the damage lay, “I assure you, mygirl, I’m more than al-…”

Mina’s soft touch had connected with hisside and the man had let out a far too high sound, somewhere between acut-short laugh and a yelp.

That had been the moment when it hadclicked for Mina. “Sensei, are you tickli-…?”

And Toshinori, honest to a fault as hewas, had probably not made the best choice by interrupting the girl, sayingsomething about having to get started on the snacks, and turned away from her.Him making sure that he stayed out of her reach all the while had been quitesuspicious, too.

Really not the best choice, Izuku mused,attention once again drawn away from the TV and over to where Mina was sneakingup on Toshinori.

Perhaps they should have warned him –there were almost ten pairs of eyes directed to Mina and their teacher – butsaying that the other children weren’t interested in the spectacle would havebeen a blatant lie. So it was probably no surprise that nobody, not even Izuku,called out warning as Mina used a short moment of distraction.

The girl ducked slightly, stealthilygetting closer until Toshinori – still with his back to her – was in her reach.

The moment Mina’s fingers wiggled up theretired hero’s side, Toshinori all but jumped,throwing one hand up to steady himself on the kitchen counter while asharp, surprised bout of laughter left him. It didn’t matter that he slappedhis free hand over his mouth only a second later, it was already too late.

Mina was beaming, smile wide and shiningand excited all at once. “You are ticklish!”

“A bit,” Toshinori relented, leaning awayfrom her and out of her reach. “A little bit, perhaps.”

They looked at each other for a moment,Mina thoughtfully and Toshinori warily, both clearly assessing what they shoulddo next.

Then, everything happened in the blink ofan eye. Mina darted forward, expression determined and hands outstretched,aiming straight for her teacher’s sides. In the same moment, Toshinori’s handsdarted upwards and caught the girl’s wrists, stopping her from touching him.Still, Mina had so much momentum that she slammed against Toshinori, making himstumble backwards.

“Nonono, we’re not doing this!”

“But, Sensei!”

“No buts, my girl…”

“I just want to hear you laugh somemore!”

“As much as I would like to indulge you,tickling is not the right wayyy…!”Toshinori’s words became rushed and drawn-out as he bend and twisted to getaway from the fingers trying to poke him. He didn’t dare to use his fullstrength on the girl, fearing that he could hurt her, but holy, if Mina wasn’tsurprisingly strong. More than once, she almost managed to slip from his grasp.

And as if that weren’t bad enough, Minawhined, “Guys! Help me!”

There was a moment were the othersexchanged quick glances, a bit taken aback by the sudden request.

“Uuuuh…” Kouda mumbled, ducking his head.“Should we really…?”

“Well, it would be funny,” Kirishima’sexpression turned from thoughtful to excited.

“Wouldn’t he get angry, though?”

“Nah – Sensei never gets angry with us!”

“Let’s try this, guys!”

Izuku had long since forgotten about hisTV-show by now, trying his hardest not to laugh as he turned around and lookedover the back of the couch.

Toshinori had almost managed to freehimself of Mina when Kirishima slammed into his back, latching onto his rightarm tightly.

“Young Kirishima…!” the blond warned,half-heartedly, slight panic flickering over his expression.

“Sorry, Sensei!”

“Yeah,” Kaminari chimed in, apologeticsmile on his face as he grabbed his teacher’s other arm. “Please don’t getangry at us, okay?”

Mina whooped in triumph as her classmatescame to her aid one after the other – holding onto Toshinori’s arms or climbingup his back – and the second she was free and there were no defensive hands inher way, she dived right in, taking great delight in poking and tickling to herheart’s content.

It didn’t take more than a few seconds forToshinori to go down, knees buckling and not able to hold up the combinedweight of him and his students. By the time he landed – or more, was let down –onto the ground, he was already howling in laughter, coughing in between as hesquirmed and writhed, trying to get away from the deft fingers tormenting him.

The laughter of the children joined in asthey cheered. Even Izuku was laughing at the sight of a delighted Mina, notgiving up in her tickling, and flushed and laughing Toshinori, rolling over theground in a heap.

Izuku’s smile dropped, though, when thecoughing suddenly overtook the laughter.

“St-Stop…!” Toshinori wheezed out, smilesuddenly turning into a grimace, “Stop, please!”

Mina’s laughter trailed off as well andshe pulled back, but too late – while the children were still retreating,helping their teacher to sit up rather than holding him down, Toshinori alreadydoubled over, coughing hard, blood splattering over the hand he covered hismouth with.

Izuku was up from the couch and dashedover at top speed, falling onto his knees next to his mentor as everyonecrowded around them. “Toshinori-san!”

“Sensei!”

“I’m sorry!” Mina’s eyes were already fillingwith tears as she gestured around, reaching for Toshinori and yet not daring totouch him again. “I’m sorry, I should have stopped, I should have listened…!”

She trailed off, sniffling, as Toshinorireached over with his free hand, gently ruffling her hair. The coughinglessened gradually as Toshinori shook his head, smiling slightly. “No need toapologize at all, my girl.”

“Whoa, Sensei,” Kirishima’s laugh wasstrained as he handed the man a tissue. “You really startled us there!”

“Are you okay?!” Kouda asked, eyes widewith concern.

“Do you want to lie down for a moment?”Uraraka offered.

“Nonsense – thank you, my boy,” Toshinorismiled at Izuku as the boy helped him to his feet. Stretching carefully,patting his chest to make sure that the coughing was over, the former herogrinned brightly. “I’m more than alright, honestly.”

Relieved smiles were exchanged as everyonerelaxed again.

“And now that that is settled…”

Sudden silence fell over the room as thechildren stopped mid-motion, going pale at the pure power crushing down on them.

Quirk or not, Toshinori still had thecommanding aura of All Might if he wanted to.

“I dare believe,” the blond rumbled, eyesblazing with mischievousness. “It’s my turn now.”

Mina was the first to react, squeaking loudlyin a mixture of mock-angst and delight as she made for a mad dash towards thedoor. Kirishima followed suit, laughing and hollering for “everyone to takecover, he’s after us!”

It didn’t take too long for the others tocatch on, and quickly, the living room was near empty as everyone run for it,laughing and screaming all the while.

Shouto looked from Toshinori to hisfleeing classmates and back, slightly confused. “I… don’t think he would reallyhurt us?”

“It’s not about hurting, man,” Sero laughed,pulling the other after him out of the room. “It’s part of the game, you know?”

“Ah. I see,” nodding thoughtfully, Shoutolet himself be dragged away.

Huffing in amusement, Toshinori leveledIzuku with a questioning gaze, running a hand through his ruffled hair. “You’renot going to run, my boy?“

“You have no reason to take revenge onme,” Izuku said after considering the question for a moment, lips quirking intoa smile. “So, no.”

Blue eyes flashed as the man smiledwidely, softly. “Fair enough.”

They shared a grin before Toshinori cockedhis head, listening.

Izuku did the same. Training had honed hisawareness and senses enough that he could hear the shuffling and hushedwhispers in the hallway in front of the living room, the snickering andrustling of clothes.

His classmates hadn’t fled very far,obviously hoping that their teacher would chase them to continue the fun.

And if Izuku could hear them, then AllMight surely could, too.

The wide grin stretching the blond’sfeatures said that he could hear it indeed. Waving vaguely towards the hallway,the hero started, “Mind if I…?”

“No, no, go ahead,” Izuku shrugged, makinghis way over to the couch again. “I’m occupied anyway.”

“Right,” Toshinori didn’t sound convinced,but he didn’t protest.

Settling down again, Izuku tried toremember what had happened last in the show. And, oh dear – he couldn’tremember.

So much for watching his favorites showsthis quiet afternoon. That was probably completely impossible around hisclassmates…

The sudden feeling of gentle and searchingfingers gliding over the sensitive spots where neck met shoulders made Izukuyelp aloud, jerking forwards on the couch to escape the tickling sensation.

Chuckling resounded right behind him,making Izuku blush and splutter as he whirled around, scandalized, “Hey!”

Toshinori’s eyes were alight withamusement as he held up his hands in surrender, even though he was stilllaughing. “Sorry, sorry. I just had totry it.”

“You don’t look sorry at all,” Izukumumbled, covering the sensitive spot with one hand while he scooted away fromthe mischievous man.

Izuku didn’t take his eyes off Toshinoriagain until the man had left the room, pretending to “chase” his waitingstudents. Only when he heard loud shouting, cheering and laughter resoundedfrom the hallway, indicating that their teacher had joined his classmates, did Izukudare to relax again.

For, like, two seconds. Before his fingersstarted drumming impatiently, and his gaze shifted more than once away from thescreen and strayed over to the door.

It sounded like everyone was having fun…

Izuku was dimly aware that he had no ideawhat was happening on screen because he was too busy listening to his classgoofing around.

With a sigh and a smile, he relented,turned off the TV and threw the remote to the side.

There were better things to do, he thoughtas he jumped up and rushed out of the room, running into the direction of shoutsand shrieks and happy laughter, grinning widely as he noticed that Toshinorihappened to stand with his back towards him. Much better things.

The moment Izuku leaped forward, landingon his mentor’s back and reaching for the sensitive sides under the loose whiteshirt – hearing the way Toshinori shouted in surprise and laughter and how hisfriends cheered for him – he was laughing aloud himself, feeling warm andhappy.

This was so much better than watching TV.

#anon #*bows* so sorry for the late answer!#headcanon #fanfiction #my writing #dad might #all might #midoriya izuku #mina ashido #kirishima eijirou #kouji kouda #toshinori yagi #1 a class #kaminari denki #uraraka ochako #bnha #boku no hero academia

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