#tiberius poppyfeld

[techmomma]

even li’l Mod teens in Swingin’ 60s London gotta go brood. (maybe especially so; they’re stuck in London in the 60s. i’d brood too, TB)

#inspiration somehow strikes while laid up in bed clinging to a heating pad #ain't that how it goes #steph ocs #tiberius poppyfeld #stupid animeass lookin antagonist

[crayonurchin]

Tb meets a local street rat druid that sells flowers.

Said street rat is in luck that he can grow the flowers right then are there- a good way to make a few copper pieces.

A gold was NOT expected for one tulip but is HIGHLY appreciated :D

#Urchin art #urchin doodles #doodles #techmomma #tb #teabiscuits #Tiberius poppyfeld #Cam #Cammie #dnd #d&d #ttrpg #rogue #sorcerer #druid

[techmomma]

terrible tragedy, younger siblings almost taller than older full-grown siblings and still growing, horrible, awful, 12 dead, 548 injured.

#virginia poppyfeld #tiberius poppyfeld #ajax poppyfeld #cyrus poppyfeld #steph ocs

[techmomma]

i will not elaborate because it’s funnier if i don’t

“pwease big bwother Tiberius we didn’t do nuthin wrong pwease don’t snap our widdle necks <3″

#steph art #steph ocs #tiberius poppyfeld #ajax poppyfeld #cyrus poppyfeld

[techmomma]

Ajax, choking the life out of Tiberius: damn it all, I'll kill you, Tibby!

TB:

Ajax: don't you--don't you bleedin' look at me like that, I'm killin' you!

TB: :)

Ajax: sTOP

TB:

TB: like to wrap your fingers around mens' throats do you, Jackie

TB: like to make men choke, Jackie?

TB: what else do you like to make them choke on Jackie

Ajax: (SCREAMS)

#the worst part is it wouldn't even be the first time TB's used this tactic to avoid getting choked to death :/ #tiberius poppyfeld #ajax poppyfeld

[techmomma]

i’m sure these four siblings will grow up with an unbreakable bond forged in a loving childhood and responsible parental care that will last well into their later years

#steph art #steph ocs #tiberius poppyfeld #ajax poppyfeld #cyrus poppyfeld #virginia poppyfeld

[techmomma]

bless you snapcube

#steph art #steph ocs #tiberius poppyfeld #ajax poppyfeld #cyrus poppyfeld #bless you kaj for giving me this mental image yesterday

[techmomma]

sometimes you gotta draw catboys?

#steph art #steph ocs #tiberius poppyfeld #ajax poppyfeld #cyrus poppyfeld #I really just wanted to draw some animals and the worst thing I could think of was #'ajax and cyrus would be a breed of sphynx cat that even I couldn't love' #so now you all suffer with me #I KNOW I'VE USED THIS POSING BEFORE IT'S FUNNY OKAY LEAVE ME ALONE

[techmomma]

The context: you held out your hand thinking an item would be placed in it. The other person did not know they were supposed to put an item in your hand. Awkwardness ensued.

#i just think his hands are neat that’s the only reason i posted this #tiberius poppyfeld

[techmomma]

the great part about TB and his brothers is you need precisely zero context to explain why anything is happening with them

#TB: -violently throws a chair at one of them- #everyone watching me: -instantly know Ajax or Cyrus deserved it- #steph art #steph ocs #tiberius poppyfeld #ajax poppyfeld #cyrus poppyfeld

[techmomma]

The Headmaster is pleased. The students should be afraid.

#wip #tiberius poppyfeld

[techmomma]

“Okay but why was he glowing like that”

“Oh he’s just white as fuck. see? he glows in moonlight.”

#steph art #steph ocs #tiberius poppyfeld #nizar poppyfeld #laptop art #cannot believe I haven't made more mr. burns jokes with TB #momo: please don't call the police

[techmomma]

TB: Surely, Ajax, if one of these Enneftees could bring you so much money then two of them could bring twice as much...

#steph art #steph oc #tiberius poppyfeld #ajax poppyfeld #laptop art #TB then told Cyrus how many Ajax bought and Cyrus bought double that #both of them lost the keys all on their own because they wrote them on post-it notes #and then threw them away when they forgot what the post-it was for

[techmomma]

Outside of the Academia, a line of fire engines are parked outside with their lights swirling and firefighters--in somewhat outlandish uniforms with interesting firefighting equipment--are standing around looking thoroughly bored. The Headmaster Tiberius is pacing on the front lawn with an angry black scribble above his head, positively furious. He swats it away.

“When I find the little hooligan who pulled the alarm as a prank, I’m going to expel them, and then I’m going to create a legal maelstrom that will chase them for years, and THEN I’ll bury them under the stadium...” he snorted, standing akimbo, anxiously adjusting his lapels and cuffs and anything else he could possibly find for an excuse to soothe himself.

“Headmaster... Poppyfeld?” A soft brogue requested behind Tiberius and he turned, rolling his eyes.

“Yes, that’s me, I--”

“False alarm?”

Tiberius saw the man’s mouth move under a soft white mustache and heard his voice speak firmly, but words pleasantly went in one ear and out the other, leaving some sort of trace, fuzzy residue in Tiberius’ brain that sent goosebumps up the back of his head. The man was more than a head taller than him and undoubtedly more than four times as wide, (thicc as some of the younger students said, was it?). Undoubtedly he was the fire captain, or fire chief, or whatever this particular district used for their leader, Tiberius didn’t know or care.

“... Excuse me?” Tiberius blinked absently a couple of times to jog his grey matter into moving. He was successful, briefly, before it returned to a delightful mush behind his eyes. Only some ancient, long-ingrained instinct kept his face carefully unemotional. “Afraid I, ah, didn’t catch that.”

“False alarm?” The man asked again, either oblivious to Tiberius’ collapsing mind or not giving a shit about it.

“Ah, yes--some delinquent pulled it as a joke, no doubt.” Tiberius flapped his hand dismissively, closing his eyes with an exasperated sigh--mostly to keep his eyes from wandering all over this utterly beautiful, well-muscled firefighter who could probably break him in half with a squeeze of his fist and--

Just like firefighters do. With wood. To save people. Because that’s what firefighters do. Muscles. They need muscles, for saving. Things. And people.

The man asked him something about being sure, perhaps they pulled it because of some other threat, sometimes students pulled fire alarms because of ghosts, or monsters, or perhaps to get everyone out of the building for some contrived reason related to their backstories, but while Tiberius appeared thoughtful, none of those thoughts had anything to do with students. Or school. Or what he was doing right now. The only thing his mind could hold onto was what he could be doing, right then, or later, somewhere in a bedroom or his office or a back alley or maybe right there or--

Something popped behind Tiberius’ ear and fantasy disastrously disappeared with it, reality suddenly mugging him in broad daylight. The man hadn’t noticed and Tiberius prayed to anything or anyone that would listen that the pop had remained in his own mind and hadn’t yet entered the real world.

He was wrong, of course, as another pop sounded next to his ear and he saw sparkles out of the corner of his eyes. This time, the man did seem to notice, canting his head slightly to lift the brim of his firefighter’s cap to widen his field of view. The cords in Tiberius’ neck tightened and his face turned about as red as the fire engines.

He turned in a smooth, swift circle on his heels, walking away briskly as if suddenly unable to bend at the waist. Several more pink, glittering bubbles lingered momentarily in his wake.

“Yes, brilliant idea, you ought go check to make sure there aren’t any monsters or ghosts or superintendents lurking in the halls, thank you, I trust you’ll handle things fine, just let Mr. Wright know when you’re done, toodle-oo!”  Tiberius couldn’t see him, but could feel the man’s eyes watching him go.

He cursed himself all the way to his office, where he screamed into a chair pillow.

“Captain Ainsley?” another firefighter approached the large man but kept her eyes in the direction the littlest Headmaster had gone.

“Hm?”

“... He totally likes you, doesn't he.”

Captain Ainsley didn’t react, turning to inspect his crew and make sure their job was getting done.

His mustache, however, tipped up in a smug, knowing smile.

#steph art #steph ocs #other people ocs: ainsley #tiberius poppyfeld #i am so sorry to everyone for the long ass post #shoujen academia

[techmomma]

y’all wanna see the worst thing ever

yeah ya do

tb in the 80s

#steph art #steph ocs #wip #tiberius poppyfeld #i hate this and love this and also hate it

[techmomma]

TB, addressing a gaggle of main character students, hands on his hips: Children.

Students: Headmaster:

TB:

TB: Anyway.

TB: I am proposing a... truce, of sorts.

TB: There is an important inter-district competition coming up. You shall be competing against other schools for the grand prize, you’ll probably compete against your personal foils and experience some sort of nonsense about the magic of team-work or something.

TB: More importantly, it appears that one of my brothers has become headmaster of the school we shall be competing against. How and why, I’ve no idea, and the thought shall haunt me as I sleep tonight.

TB:

TB: Win this competition and you get two days off of classes to do... -flapping his hand- whatever it is that’s important for you right now—I don’t know, meeting up for an awkward dinner with your soul-mate, declaring an ultimatum against your antagonist, etc etc.

TB, probably sounding more sinister than he intended to sound: Do we have a deal?

#steph ocs #tiberius poppyfeld