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saintsenara · 29 days

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honestly is there a single competent teacher at Hogwarts? Any teacher I can think of with more than 10 lines of dialogue is a pedagogical disaster. Very shippable disasters though, for which I am grateful because your page has made me giggle all week.

maybe Sprout.

honestly, anon? no.

that school is a basket case and the older i get the more my sympathy for cornelius fudge increases. imagine getting the call where dumbledore says "heyyyyy... so, i hired what i thought was an ex-auror who was retired from the service because of serious ptsd, gave him no teacher training, let him perform illegal curses on children for fun, and then it turns out he was an escaped convict trying to resurrect the dark lord all along. lmao."

i'd have devoted myself to trying to discredit him too.

and so, for fun and profit, i think it's only fair for us to establish an official competency ranking of the teaching staff at hogwarts during the period 1991-1998... points on for having a basic grasp of the material, points off for anyone who nearly dies in your class.

1. wilhelmina grubbly-plank, care of magical creatures

genuinely, professor grubbly-plank is the only person we meet in all seven books who seems to be an uncomplicatedly good teacher. she's got a series of well-defined lesson plans which feature a mixture of guided and independent study and which work in a tangible way towards exams, she has clear authority in the classroom but is never unreasonable or cruel, she's demonstrably able to lead a practical class which involves wild animals which might behave dangerously or unpredictably without there ever being any concerns about student safety, she takes an active pastoral role [such as when she helps heal hedwig's injured wing, reassuring harry enormously], she's collegial [she shares her lessons plans with hagrid in goblet of fire, and she refuses to criticise his teaching to umbridge], and she's admired by all of her pupils except harry [who is nonetheless begrudgingly forced to admit that she's incredibly good at her job].

plus, her aesthetic is iconic.

=2. filius flitwick, charms; pomona sprout, herbology

in joint second place, we have these two.

both sprout and flitwick spend canon seeming to be pretty good at their jobs - they have interesting lesson plans which seem to balance theoretical and practical work well and which prepare their pupils properly for exams, their pupils like them and enjoy their lessons, they're both excellent at the pastoral side of their jobs [sprout's gentle encouragement of neville is really lovely], and they're adored by their colleagues.

they lose marks for lax classroom discipline. harry, ron, and hermione are constantly yapping away in both charms and herbology - with harry and ron frequently failing to understand what they're supposed to be learning because they were too busy have a chat.

=4. remus lupin, defence against the dark arts; septima vector, arithmancy

two teachers here who earn their placement on the list by having one pupil who considers them life-alteringly inspiring.

for lupin, this is dean thomas - whose constant state of readiness to throw hands to defend his honour is one of his greatest character traits. for vector, it's hermione.

obviously, they're both well-qualified, well-prepared, engaging, and [at least in lupin's case, but i can't see why it wouldn't also be the case for vector] well-regarded by their colleagues.

they don't rank higher because lupin loses marks for endangering his students by not disclosing his knowledge that the presumed-to-be-a-death-eater sirius has a means of entering hogwarts without detection [i understand why he does this from a characterisation point of view, but it's inexcusable from a safeguarding one] and because vector teaches an elective subject which is implied to only attract bright, engaged pupils - and therefore has an easier time in the classroom than someone trying to get a student like crabbe through their exams.

5. minerva mcgonagall, transfiguration

in comes minnie mac at number five.

unsurprisingly, her solid curriculum, excellent classroom discipline, high-regard among her colleagues and pupils, support of student extracurricular activities, and investment in helping her pupils pursue the careers they want all give her points.

she loses marks, however, for the fact that she is so casually disdainful of pupils who aren't instinctively good at her subject - which suggests that she doesn't know how to adapt her material so it can be understood by every student she teaches. like dumbledore, she seems to have an identifiable favouritism for brilliant students - who she seems to permit to get away with much more than students she considers average or dull - which probably doesn't endear her to anyone who doesn't get that treatment.

on her pastoral approach, though, i don't think that it matters too much that she's not particularly nurturing - even though she's a head of house. she seems to be good at responding to genuine distress and managing genuine crises with empathy, and the "pull yourself together" vibes she takes in response to more trivial dramas is because she's a presbyterian scotswoman.

6. severus snape, potions & defence against the dark arts

the one on this list that i imagine will be controversial...

because snape is a dick in the classroom - not denying that - but he's also, in terms of his pupils' exam performance, clearly the most successful teacher in the entire school. he can fill his newt-level classes despite only admitting those with outstanding grades, and he expects every pupil he teaches to pass owl-level potions and seems not to be disappointed. hermione reveals that he does teach the theory of potions and the discipline's wider application - harry and ron just don't listen - and that she thinks his lessons are interesting.

snape loses marks - obviously - for his general vibe, although i think he should be allowed some leeway for his dickhead behaviour since potions is clearly a subject in which not paying attention and not being able to follow instructions properly is dangerous [hence why i've been a trevor hater since day one].

i suppose he should also be allowed some leeway because it's a genre requirement for a school story to have a theatrically evil teacher. but he's not getting it - since he clearly enjoys the role so much.

7. horace slughorn, potions

marks on for encouraging independent thinking and for clearly being able to hold a classroom's attention. marks off for not learning the names of pupils he's indifferent to, getting his favourite pupils drunk, and for having no follow-up questions to "hello, sir. i'd like to commit some murders."

8. charity burbage, muggle studies

entirely because i think it's genuinely admirable - and, indeed, far more admirable than the fact that the order of the phoenix all happily keep working for the state following voldemort's takeover - that she publishes an article in the daily prophet, to which her real name is attached, explicitly refuting blood-supremacist rhetoric when she must know that a blood-supremacist government is about to come into power.

marks off because the fact that even wizards who've taken her class appear to know fuck all about muggle society means that she can't be particularly good at her job.

9. firenze, divination

marks on because his pupils love him, marks off because that's a tremendously low bar to clear given... trelawney.

him telling his classes that divination is a bullshit, made-up subject is iconic, though.

10. "alastor moody", defence against the dark arts

i think it's genuinely impressive that he manages to go from being imprisoned under the imperius curse for a decade straight into planning a full year's lesson plans [which his pupils love] and doesn't have a breakdown.

marks off because of literally everything else.

=11. all the miscellaneous teachers: aurora sinistra, astronomy; silvanus kettleburn, care of magical creatures; bathsheba babbling, ancient runes

they seem fine.

14. rolanda hooch, flying

full respect to her for managing to wangle a full-time salary out of an annual workload made up of teaching one lesson [badly] and refereeing six quidditch matches.

15. quirinus quirrell, defence against the dark arts

all the proof those of us who hate professor riddle stories need that voldemort would have been a dogshit teacher, if he can't even get his meat-puppet to inspire a room full of eager eleven-year-olds in a subject which is about the coolest ways possible to kill people.

=16. cuthbert binns, history of magic; sybill trelawney, divination

they're terrible, obviously, but the fact that they remain in their jobs despite being so clearly incompetent is entirely dumbledore's fault. are you not giving the staff performance reviews, albus? come on now.

18. dolores umbridge, defence against the dark arts

umbridge deserves to be in prison, but she did at least bother to plan out a curriculum.

=19. gilderoy lockhart, defence against the dark arts; rubeus hagrid, care of magical creatures

both victims of dumbledore's "lol this will be so funny" era of hiring practices. both deservedly regarded as completely fucking incompetent by all but one defiant brownnoser. both possessing jazzy taste in textbooks.

21. amycus carrow, defence against the dark arts

he beats his sister simply because his pupils do appear to know how to perform the unforgivable curses correctly.

22. alecto carrow, muggle studies

literally nothing positive can be said.

#asks answered #where is ofsted?#albus... get the performance improvement plans out babe...#educational decrees they could never make me hate you #safeguarding tonite? safeguarding tonite queen?

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max--phillips · 3 months

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Indiana just launched a “snitch line” for people to report schools for teaching about LGBTQ issues, Black history, and other topics.

On Monday, the AG, Todd Rokita, launched this “Eyes on Eduction” portal where students, parents, and teachers alike can report… “objectionable curricula, policies, or programs affecting children.” While they hide behind the suggestion that this is to stop “political ideology - either left or right” from being forced on kids, we all know that this is really a tip line for parents to complain that someone told their kid gay people exist or slavery was a real thing that happened to Black people.

I’m not going to lie, despite this being from the office of the attorney general, I don’t think this is much more than a wall of shame functionally. The AG’s office looks at submissions, takes the credible ones, and publishes them on the portal for anyone to see. The PDFs of the so-called evidence also include names of teachers.

Anyway, unsurprisingly, people have been flooding the portal with junk submissions, as pointed out by the wonderful Erin Reed (@/ErinInTheMorn on Twitter) in her article on the portal:

A report that Godzilla was witnessed with a trans flag

Indiana Jones slapping a Nazi

A report of a famous picture of Trump next to Rudy Giuliani in drag

Multiple reports citing the Bible for teenage pregnancy

A confession purporting to be from Breaking Bad character Walter White

The script for the Bee Movie (classic)

The script to Oppenheimer

The script for Eurotrip, with a note not to tell Scotty

Young Sheldon saying “Bazinga”

So ALL OF THAT IS TO SAY. Here's another link to the portal. Whatever you do, don't add to the list above and flood the portal, making it nearly impossible for the poor AG's office to sort through all the submissions and find credible submissions! That would be sooo uncalled for.

Anyway, side note for you: if you're thinking to yourself, "damn, Todd Rokita, that name sounds awfully familiar," you may be thinking of the time in 2022 he said he was going to investigate Dr. Caitlin Bernard for providing an abortion procedure to a 10 year old girl who had fled Ohio to receive care because Ohio's abortion ban did not provide an exception for minor children who became pregnant as a result of rape. Ultimately, Indiana state courts found him to have violated the law and engaged in attorney misconduct due to his public statements on the situation. Yet, he is still AG. This guy has sucked as long as I can remember. He was Secretary of State of Indiana from 2002-2010, then he was a member of the US House of Representatives from Indiana's 4th district (which my hometown is unfortunately a part of) from 2011-2019, and has now been AG since 2021. For perspective, I was born in 1997--the year he joined the Secretary of State's office as general counsel, then later became deputy secretary of state. He's been doing his damndest to ruin this state as long as I've been alive.

Also, his birthday is Friday (February 9th) according to his wikipedia page. Definitely don't give him any birthday presents by way of the submission portal, okay? Good talk

#lgbt rights #trans rights #black lives matter #black history #lgbt history #american politics #PLEASE reblog this lmao #max says things #tori says things

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 8 months

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WIBTA if I tell my friend she's incredibly bad at English?

To preface this, English is our second language, and I don't mind her being unable to maintain proper grammar while talking to me. However, I would also like to point out she's had 13 years of education in English and uses it on a day-to-day basis.

My friend and I (both 16F) go to the same school and have been in this school for around 10-11 years. Our school conducts many events for which students are generally selected by the teachers (especially in the case of anchoring).

Now, my friend enjoys participating in all sorts of events, but teachers generally avoid selecting her since she cannot communicate in proper English to save her life. Even when given lines to simply read out, her pronunciation and grammar go for a toss. On the school's part, I would say this is understandable. Why select her when there are better candidates for a given role?

She, however, always assumes the school is biased toward the few children that a constant source of classroom banter and are overall more active. Again, I would say this is understandable. I agree that there have been times when a student has been overlooked in favor of a more talkative or popular one. However, if teachers are told to select a student, surely they will prefer those who interact with them more since they are better aware of their capabilities?

The thing is, my friend will go out of her way to complain to me about these "prejudices". Recently, I was selected to head one of these school events along with another classmate. Not only will my friend shit on the school for once again choosing more popular kids, she'll also exclaim about how my partner sucks at fulfilling his duties (he's actually very helpful). I know she means well, but every time she offers me help it's paired with a "you probably can't handle this on your own, your partner isn't of any help anyways" and it's really annoying.

It's getting really tempting to tell her why exactly she doesn't get selected for speaking roles in events. I need her to understand that there are people who are simply better than her at certain things. I don't think it's right for her to go around with this delusion she's stuck in.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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yuurei20 · 1 year

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Riddle Info Compilation part 1: Upbringing

Riddle has a voice line of, “I read that the Queen of Hearts had a very amicable marriage. If there’s a secret to that, I wish I could share it with my parents.”

We do not hear much about his father, though he do know that both of his parents were (past tense?) famous magical healers.

Trey says that “Everyone where we’re from knew their names. His mom was especially talented, and she really wanted Riddle to live up to her legacy.”

We learn from Trey that every aspect of Riddle’s life growing up was planned down to the minute, including what he ate, wore, what soap he used and who his friends were.

Trey says that Riddle obediently completed every task he was assigned in order to please his parents, mastering his unique magic by the age of 10, and turning the enforcement of strict rules into a major part of his own personality.

When asked what job he would like to have in the future Riddle responds, “A…medical mage, I suppose”, saying that he was raised to take up the same mantle as his parents, but after serving as Heartslabyul’s housewarden he has taken an interest in the legal profession.

Riddle has a similar conversation with Azul, saying that becoming a medical mage was his original plan but he has developed an interest in the law. Azul recommends that he gets licensed in every field that interests him, saying, “Wth your talent, you could excel in any field you wanted. It would be a waste to settle for just one!”

Azul says, “It’s frustrating to see so clearly the difference between me and someone who’s worked hard their whole life,” and Riddle responds that he doubt that Azul would have the same ambition and drive that he does to day if he had focused solely on his studies that way that Riddle himself did as a child.

Azul warns, “One moment of inattention and you might find me giving the valedictorian speech at graduation,” but Riddle responds, I’ll continue to stand at the fore as long as I’m in school—and after it as well. I won’t lose to anyone, ever. Not even you.”

Azul makes a comment on how “one has to make sacrifices to make their dreams a reality” which seems to resonate with Riddle.

Riddle is good at crossword puzzles because they were the only form of entertainment that he was allowed growing up. Riddle says that, as a child, he started creating his own crossword puzzles so that he could give them to Trey and Chenya one day. (He was never allowed to see Trey and Chenya again, however, prior to NRC, which would explain why he now has a collection of over 3,000 handmade crosswords.)

There are occasional references to how Riddle is still learning things about normal, everyday life for a student his age due to his harsh upbringing: he apologizes to Deuce for failing to “learn the appropriate customer etiquette” while purchasing mystery bags during News Year’s, which he heard from Cater is “a popular youth activity.”

Riddle says that he never participated in the Halloween events for children in his hometown so he is not well-informed on what goes on, but he does say that he only ends up drenched when bobbing for apples, so he may have some experience from somewhere.

Riddle says his household “wasn’t overly concerned with holidays” so they didn’t do anything in particular for Halloween.

“In fact, I wasn’t even allowed to walk around outside on days like this. I was a little jealous of kids who could dress up and go trick-or-treating.”

Epel responds, “Your parents sound really strict. But you don’t have to follow their rules now that you’re here at school, right? This is your chance to let loose and have fun!”

Riddle says he will consider it, and Epel invites him to celebrate in his hometown.

#twstriddle #riddlefacts #twstfacts #twisted wonderland #Riddle Rosehearts

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superhero--imagines · 1 year

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Part 28 Here! / Part 29 Here! / Part 30 Here ! <This is Part 31!>

A/N: This one isn’t as good as normal but it’s the best I could do

* This is bad

* “Woah, how’d you do that Tyson?” Percy has stars in his eyes as he inspects Tyson’s unscarred hands after he caught flaming dodgeballs like it was nothing.

* Neither you nor Percy have a weapon, the only person here capable of taking on these flaming monsters is Tyson—but he’s like seven years old in Cyclops years so that’s not a good idea.

* ‘But I’ve been through worse.’ You remind yourself with a deep breath.

* These are monsters, not gods. You can always rely on your despair.

* You turn to Perfcy and Tyson, an apology on your lips when there’s a guttural groan on the other side of the gym.

* Invisible gashes form on the monsters one by one as they combust into flames, black scratch marks where they once stood.

* Annabeth materializes when her baseball is knocked of her head by a particularly violent gust of flames.

* But not before she strikes the last one down, shrieking in pain when a flame flickers against her arm.

* ‘Huh, I guess that works too.’

* “Annabeth!” Percy shouts. You both run over to her, your hands held over singed flesh.

* Her bottom lip trembles between her teeth until blue light emits from your hands.

* The wound drys into a scab, then tender pink flesh, before disappearing completely.

* “I’ll never get over this.” Annabeth whispers, fingers trailing the unblemished skin.

* “What do you think you’re doing!?” A voice booms from behind you, and when you turn to look sure enough — the former Olympic medalist for archery, now just a high-paid school gym teacher — is glowering at you.

* Percy immediately tenses with a sad look in his eyes. “It was nice staying here while it lasted,”

* The coach makes his way to you in heavy steps, Percy rises, his mouth trembling.

* “It was all—”

* He walks right past you three and to the red lever in the wall.

* “I know you kids care about each other, but in these cases, if there’s an electrical fire you really need to ring the fire alarm.”

* “An electrical fire?’ Percy mumbles to himself.

* “Come on kids! Let’s head out from the backway just like we practiced in the drills!”

* Percy, Annabeth, Tyson and you file into line with the other students.

* “He didn’t get mad,” Tyson whispers.

* Your first reaction is to tell him of course he wouldn’t get mad, it’s not like any of you asked for a fire.

* But when you see the look on Percy and Annabeth’s face, you swallow your words.

* You’ve always gone to St. Catherine’s, and with your divine father's consistent presence, you wouldn’t be surprised if the mist worked favorably here because the faculty had a good impression of you—and by extension your friends.

* But the same can’t be said for your friends.

* ‘They’re just children, they shouldn’t have to be so cunning that they can manipulate what a person thinks they saw.’

* Your lips tucks between your teeth and you swallow hard.

* “Of course, he didn’t.” you’re just a child. “You deserve to be trusted.”

* If they heard you they don’t make any indication as your group is jostled outside, cellphones held to ears as children call their parents.

* ‘Maybe I should call Dad and let him know. I should let them borrow my phone too, hopefully they know their parents number—‘

* “Annabeth, what are you doing here?”

* “I-I came here to get Percy, they’re asking for him at camp.” Then looking a bit bashful, she adds: “I didn’t know you guys went to the same school.”

* “I never mentioned it?” Percy says with a rather ingenuine shrug. Annabeth pouts.

* “Looks like it’s your lucky day, this is a three-for-one.”

* “Where did you find him?” She gestures to Tyson.

* “He’s my friend.” Percy answers, slightly miffed at her tone.

* Annabeth hails a taxi like you’ve never seen before, dark green in color with smoke creeping out of the windows.

* “Yeah, no offense but I’d rather cut of my left nut then get in that thing.” (this is said in a gender neutral way I promise—if you identify M it’s serious, if F or non-binary it’s being dramatic)

* You wave your hand and a portal opens before you.

* You’ve practiced enough with your father this year to manage making it to one location, it still takes a lot of focus.

* You watch one of the drivers amber at Tyson.

* “Do you want to come with me Tyson?”

* He hesitates for a moment before shaking his head with a sweet smile.

* “I’m going to go with Percy.”

* You return his smile with your own.

* ‘Brothers should stick together after all.’

* “See you guys at camp!”

* You keep the image of rolling hills and the scent of strawberries in your mind, walking into the inky black abyss until sunlight floods your view

* And just like that you’re here.

* “Squad five attack from the right!”

* “Watch out for the flames!”

* “Get it together!!”

* A mechanical Bull rampages through campers like they’re players in grand theft auto.

* And just like that it’s like you never left.

* From the mass you spot a golden mmmmm familiar bright yellow head of hair.

* “Clarisse!”

* Her attention is diverted from her opponent for a moment, just long enough for the bill to latch onto her as it’s next target.

* “Get out of the way!”

* The two of you tumble out of the way and down a hill.

* She seems more shocked than usual to see you.

* “You need to get out of here.”

* “Yeah, we all need to get out of here. How’d a monster even get inside—”

* “No,” she grabs onto your arm. “You specifically need to leave right now.”

* ‘That’s kind of a rude thing to say to someone who saved your life.’

* You hear a loud crash and look up to see Tyson going head to head with the mechanical Bull.

* “Come on.” She tugs you by the arm around the squirmish past a shrieking bull, a screaming Annabeth and an adrenaline filled Percy.

* “Clarisse, our friends are that way!”

* She pays you no mind almost making it all the way to Thalia’s tree when the world goes still.

* “Shit.” She whispers.

* You turn with your eyebrows threaded together, seeing a group of startled campers staring back, where the Bull once stood is a man—at least six feet tall with a head of perfectly gold curls.

* He looks at you with a wolfish grin, his bright red blush flanked over his nose and spilling onto his cheeks.

* “(Y/N)! I was wondering when you’d show up!” Ares shouts with an excited wave.

* “Shit.”

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cloudwhisper23 · 7 months

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It had been a long time since Jeremy had reason to comfort anyone. When his younger sister had gone missing in 1985, Jeremy was too steeped in his own grief and frustration to be of any help to his family. His step-father thought so too and had kicked him out of the house for his negligence.

Jeremy had been too preoccupied in 1987 to comfort the parents of the children going missing. He'd been terrified of the animatronics, and it turned out his fears were warranted when they'd attacked him. During his day shift.

Now it was 1993, and Jeremy was once again working behind a desk, clicking through cameras and watching for danger. It was nice to have a day shift, he supposed. And these animatronics did not leave the stage at all. But Jeremy could still feel the itchiness of his face from the pain they'd caused six years ago. The animatronics may have been long gone, but the scars remained.

The shift was easy enough. Arrive at 6 a.m., relieve the night shift, and unlock the doors for the kitchen crew when they arrived at 10 a.m. No need to worry about animatronics in the morning since their free-roam turned off like clockwork. Jeremy could understand why the room had a certain odor in the mornings sometimes. He had worked a nightshift before, after all.

The thing he hadn't anticipated was a near-hysterical high school student curled up in a ball under the security desk. Jeremy peered at the boy, fiddling with the hat on his head. "Kid?"

The boy shuddered as he gasped air into his lungs. "Is it 6 a.m.? Is it morning?"

"Yeah, I'm here to take over. Do you need a minute?"

The night guard crawled out from underneath the desk, nodding weakly. Jeremy grabbed one arm and helped him up. He reflected that this was exactly how he'd reacted after his first night.

Jeremy wrapped his jacket around the kid as he sat down in the chair. "First night on the job?"

The kid nodded. Jeremy flipped through the cameras quickly, ensuring all the animatronics had returned to their places. Everything was fine, but there were clear tears in Foxy's curtain. That wasn't Jeremy's problem, thankfully. Parts and Services would handle that, just like they'd handle the seemingly broken camera.

"I... I don't think..."

"You going to quit?" Jeremy replied, absently pulling his keys from his pocket. He figured there was no way this kid was sticking around for much longer. Jeremy gave him a week at best.

"I don't want to have to do this," the kid said quietly.

A sharp searing pain shot through Jeremy's entire body. He identified it quickly, realizing it came from behind him. From where the kid was sitting. He stabbed me? Jeremy thought to himself as the keys fell from his hands.

"Nothing personal," the kid said, but the terrified undertone was long gone. "I just needed a way to get your keys."

Jeremy leaned heavily on the security desk, reaching one hand toward the phone.

"I cut the line. Maybe you'll survive. Or maybe not." The kid hesitated for a moment. "My boss might decide you don't deserve to live."

When Jeremy stumbled to the floor, he cursed his luck. Of course the killer was back. Of course he had help this time. And of course they'd choose today to steal his keys and prepare their break-in patterns. No one came in on Sundays. The place was completely closed, save for the security guard. That meant this kid and his child-killing boss had plenty of time before the next guard arrived in six hours.

Jeremy wasn't even originally supposed to work today. Fritz had been fired a few days prior, and Jeremy's boss practically had to beg him to cover. Maybe Jeremy could last until the next guard arrived, but he didn't think it was likely.

The tell-tale sound of the power plummeting seemed to echo in Jeremy's ears. Lights out, he thought to himself as the music box started up in his ears. He couldn't see Freddy, but he'd worked here long enough to hear the rumors. Freddy always got up and moved when the lights went out. He always came straight for the security office unless it was after 6 a.m. Jeremy assumed that whatever was going on had broken Freddy's normal routine.

The bear wasn't coming for him though, much to his surprise. He could hear the terrified scream of the other security guard as Freddy sought him out. Always after the night guard, Jeremy thought to himself, feeling his blood soaking through his shirt and pooling around him.

When he opened his eyes again, he didn't expect to be staring a golden bear in the face. He laughed, a gurgling sound as blood filled his throat. "You're not real," he told the animatronic.

One eye gleamed white, studying him. The animatronic didn't move, didn't speak, but it continued to occupy the space in front of the desk. And suddenly the animatronic did move, reaching out to brush the hair from Jeremy's face.

"You were a victim?" the animatronic said in a voice rusty from disuse. It sounded too small, too frightened, to be coming from such a large animatronic.

"We were all victims," Jeremy spat blood, rolling away from the animatronic. "Just let me die in peace."

"You don't deserve to die." There was an underlying fury as the animatronic rose to its feet, scooping Jeremy up in its arms. "We will fix you."

"I don't need fixing," Jeremy whispered, but he had no strength to resist the giant bear.

The carry reminded him of the last time he'd been near an animatronic. All the animatronics at the last restaurant had tried to kill him. But the Bonnie model from the back room hadn't. The old, worn, faceless Bonnie model. Jeremy didn't recall the other models appearing at all though. Just Bonnie.

Maybe it had been sympathy, or maybe it had been something else, but the animatronic rabbit had fought off two of the toys by himself, giving the rest of the staff an opportunity to drag him out of the mess.

The bear carried him gently, like he was something precious. The same delicate way Jeremy had wished to be held as a child in the thralls of nightmares.

"I must be imagining things," Jeremy mused to the yellow fabric of the bear's suit.

"This is real, I swear," the bear replied.

"Who are you?" Jeremy asked, swallowing back another mouthful of blood. "I've never seen you before."

"They buried me. They wanted to forget. They wanted to keep the children from getting nightmares," the bear muttered. "My name has been mostly forgotten. But I remember well enough. You weren't the first bite."

"I'd love to meet the other guy. Compare notes," Jeremy replied, eyes fluttering shut again.

"You already have," the bear whispered, but Jeremy was no longer conscious enough to hear him.

#cloud writes #fnaf #jeremy fitzgerald #golden freddy #cw blood warning #cw violence #cw injury #why does cannibalism come up as an option #that's...#hm #aight then #if I'm missing a warning #I'm sorry

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I guess some of you must've heard about what's happening on Rio Grande do Sul. Or if not, I wanted to try to spread awareness.

Basically in the last week or so, we've been hit by a intense flooding that not only flooded everywhere, but destroyed entire cities in the process.

Eldorado do Sul is underwater. An entire city UNDERWATER.

Half of Canoas is flooded, covering entire buildings.

I live in the capital, Porto Alegre. I'm one of the lucky few to not have been affected by the rain, we just don't have clean water here.

But entire districts are flooded, Sarandi had to be evacuated due to the rising waters.

The measurement system we use to measure Rio Guaíba is a physical one, a vertical ruler that goes up to 3 meters. It's underwater, as the waters are about 5 meters.

We have so far about 78 deaths confirmed, though I doubt this is the total amount. There's over 60 people disappeared. Over 5000 affected by the rains. But honestly, I just know it's a much higher number in reality.

I don't know any donation links nor do I even know how international donations work, if anyone knows, please reblog and spread awareness of what's happening.

Our governor had a year to prepare and he did nothing.

If you need more to sympathize with this post, I'll share stories I heard on TikTok from people on the front line, both volunteers and victims.

A man was rescuing three children and one of them asked him to retrieve a floating doll they saw. When the man retrieved said doll... It wasn't a doll, but a baby. A baby that had died on the flood.

There's an audio of a family screaming desperately for help, quote: "The smell is too strong", a young voice said, "It's leaking gas," an adult added.

A woman waited for rescue for over 40 hours for someone that could rescue not only her, but her many pets. Around 27 cats and dogs, I'm not sure if she had other pets.

Close friends woke up late in the night to go to Eldorado do Sul to rescue family members before ir flooded entirely, they are currently doing fine as far as I know.

A man had found his best friend's dog and can be heard sending an audio to his wife, saying he found the dog... But lies the question of where his friend is.

A mother cried saying "My daughters are stuck there, I gotta get them out of there" while being interviewed.

Those are the ones I could quote from memory, I'm sleep deprived at the moment.

The airport of Salgado Filho here in Porto Alegre is flooded.

One of the biggest supermarkets here is called Havan and it's a massive one... Water is reaching the rooftops.

A hospital had to be evacuated, saving about 240 patients, doctors and nurses on shift had to be taken to work on a military car.

This Sunday, Brasil's president came to talk of the situation, promising to help.

Even with the disaster happening, the news still make sure to give space for Madonna's concert, while Rio Grande do Sul suffered with its most historical flood since 1941. It's not Madonna's fault by a mile, but the problem is that they basically said "it's very sad, but we can't forget about Madonna", though they could've mentioned before the tragedy, as it seemed a very poor choice of placing of news.

Madonna donated 10 million reais to help Rio Grande do Sul.

99Pop is giving free rides for the blood donation bank.

One of my boyfriend's coworkers won't be able to get to work due to roads outside of Porto Alegre being blocked, one even was destroyed.

People who have beach houses were instructed to go there and take refuge for a while, as there are many beaches such as Cidreira and Xangrilá that are salt water, but Tapes is a river beach, according to my cousin it wasn't so bad, but we're still keeping an eye for news as her grandmother lives there.

I have relatives in Barra do Ribeiro, but haven't heard from them, but the city is said to have been flooded as well, though I don't know to what levels.

Cars have been entirely swallowed by water and a school bus WITH STUDENTS was seen afloat.

Many animals have been affected as well, one case that infuriated everyone was of a dog that was left behind by its owner, not only on a leash but with TWO padlocks in it. One on the collar and one to the wall. The animal did not survive, the poor thing.

Civil defense and others are working hard on rescuing victims along with volunteers of all places, other states are helping as well, I think it was Minas Gerais who was said to have sent professional firemen trained to deal with catastrophes to come and help.

Water advanced to Menino Deus a few hours ago, though I haven't seen reports on it other than a warning from a official page.

Remembering, I'm from Porto Alegre, I don't have many info on other cities other than the most spread news and reports from victims and volunteers. Though I'm trying to keep up to as many as I can.

Finally rain has stopped, but we don't know for how long and neither do we know for how long Guaíba will stay like this and even if it'll go down anytime soon. I fear it going to connecting rivers, since there's a large watershed I think it's the term.

I'm not very knowledgeable on the subject, I just hope to help with what I have. Here's a map of the flooding so far in my town.

It's zoomed out to get the full extent, but you can see entire districts flooded.

My English isn't perfect, but I hope I could explain it well enough. Send prayers for everyone who suffered with this. Feel free to reblog if you have more info.

#irl #rio grande do sul #brasil

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Kono Oto Tomare! Chapter 130 Scans and Rough TL

Disclaimer: Please DO NOT use this translation to make your own TL of the chapter!! The KOT TL group works very hard to give you the most accurate translation, that does as much justice to the original script as possible. This is a ROUGH translation. That means is faulty and there must be mistakes in certain places. This is just for impatient people like myself to get a grasp on what is going on in the chapter! You can REFERENCE my TL if you want to discuss the chapter but never USE it as it was your own.

Scans:Kono Oto Tomare! Chapter 130 – Rawkuma

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Side text: Embodying the sound, the pinnacle of aesthetics

Chapter title: #130 Saotome Miran

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Miran [thoughts]: It all started with a small distortion

Side text: The essence of Miran's problem is...

Girl 1: Woaah--- Your big sis is so cute, Miran-chan--!!

Girl 2: She looks like a real princess!!

Miran: Hehe...

Girl 1: But Miran-chan, you look nothing like her!

Girl 3: That's so weird...

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Miran's mom: Listen here, Miran!!

Miran's mom: Are you playing with mom's makeup again? How many times have I told you not to!?

Miran: I want this. Buy me.

Miran's mom: Children don't need it!

Miran: I want, I want!

Miran's mom: Don't throw a tantrum!!

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Miran's mom: Miki, you had all perfect scores again!?

Miran's mom: That's amazing!

Miran's mom: I haven't even seen you study all that much at home...

Miki: I just pay very close attention in class--

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Miran's mom: Miran!! Why did you tear up and throw your tests in the trash!? I didn't even come to show them to me!

Miran: ...Cuz they are trash.

Miran: There's no point in showing you something like that.

Miran's mom: ...

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Girl 1: Miran's big sis appeared in the newspaper ---

Girl 2: She won the Grand Prize in the Essay Contest. That's amazing!

Miran [thoughts]: Mine wasn't selected.

Girl 1: She also has the leading role in the school play.

Miran [thoughts]: I'm Citizen C.

Miki: Miran--!

Miki: Let's go home together--!

Miran [thoughts]: Big Sis is

Miran [thoughts]: As pretty as a princess

Miran [thoughts]: She's smart, very athletic, the best at anything she does, and very popular in class.

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Boy 1: Whaaa--- Is this really Miki's little sister?

Boy 2: This is incredible, you two look nothing alike. Are you even blood-related? This is hilarious---

Miki: What?

Miki: I came to pick up my precious little sister... And what is this?

Miki: I don't see what's so funny. Saying things like that is seriously lame.

Boy 1: Eh- Ah.

Boy 2: Sorry...

Miran [thoughts]: She is kind, strong, righteous and fair. She's cool.

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Miran's mom: Miki, congratulations on being a representative of your class on the relay race!

Miki: Thanks!

Miran's dad: And you are going to be the anchor? That's awesome--!

Miran's dad: I guess you are like me in terms of athleticism. Your mom is as uncoordinated as they come.

Miran's mom: Hey now!

Miki: What about your class, Miran? Who's going to be representative?

Miran: ...Don't know yet. We decide tomorrow...

Miki: You are also very fast, Miran. I'm sure you'll become a representative as well!

Miran: Last year you just were one step behind from becoming one, right?

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Miki: I would be super happy if we sisters were in the race together!!

Miran's Mom: That's right! That would be great!

Miran's Dad: Go get them, Miran!

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Teacher: Now will take place the competition to decide our representatives for the relay race.

Teacher: The six fastest students, please line up.

Miran [thoughts]: The first three will get to be representatives... Last year I was 4th.

Miran [thoughts]: I just need to place one spot higher...

Miki [memory]: I would be super happy if we sisters were in the race together!!

Teacher: Get in position--

Teacher: Ready--

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Sfx: Dash

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Miki [memory]: I would be super happy if we sisters were in the race together!!

Miran's Mom[memory]: That's right! That would be great!

Miran's Dad[memory]: Go get them, Miran!

Boy 1 [memory]: Whaaa--- Is this really Miki's little sister?

Boy 2 [memory]: This is incredible, you two look nothing alike. Are you even blood-related?

Miran [thoughts]: I just need to place

Miran [thoughts]: One spot higher

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Miran: Ah...?

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Miran: ------Eh...?

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Miran's mom: I deeply apologize!!!

Girl's mom: Enough of apologies. Fortunately, her injuries are minor.

Girl's mom: --However

Girl's mom: I believe it would be best if you thought carefully about the way you are educating Miran-chan.

Girl's mom: This kind of thing is not normal.

Miran's mom: ...Miran...

Miran's mom: Why, why did you do that!!??

Miran: ...

Miran's mom: Do you even realize what you did!?

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Miran's mom: You got a friend hurt... She was one bad fall away from getting very badly injured.

Miran's mom: What were you thinking!!

Miran: I... wa- wanted to be

Miran: A representative

Miran: In the relay race...

Miran's mom: ...It's our fault for saying that to you. That was our wrong. I'm sorry.

Miran's mom: ...However, Miran

Miran's mom: Hurting someone else to forcefully grab something you want, it's a very cowardly and disgusting thing to do.

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Miran's mom: Never do that gain.

Miran's mom: Never. Understood?

Miki [imagination]: Miran! Congrats on becoming representative!! I'm so happy we will be running together!!

Miran's mom [imagination]: That's amazing, Miran! You worked so hard!

Miran's dad [imagination]: We will all go to cheer on you in the competition!!

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Miran: I'm sorry...

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Student 1: Miran-chan is truly the worst.

Student 2: Right? So scary.

Student 3: Her face is also scary.

Student 1: Her face reflects her heart.

Student 2: True.

Student 3: And yet her sister is so cute and extrordinary.

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Student: I feel sorry for her sister---

Shoes: *Scum* *The worst*

Shoes: *Die* *Ugly* *Trash*

Page 21

Miran's mom: Miran, are you not going to eat?

Miki: Miran, let's go to school toge-

Paper: I'm the most digusting scummy trash.

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Miran [thoughts]: Then, one morning several months later.

Miran [thoughts]: I just couldn't get myself out of bed.

Miran [thoughts]: I haven't been to school for a month now… I have truly become a pile of trash...

Miran: ...

Miran [thoughts]: Right. You gotta take out the trash.

Miran [thoughts]: You can't leave it at home.

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Kifune-sensei: ---Oh my. Could that be Miran-chan!?

Kifune-sensei: It really is Miran-chan!

Kifune-sensei: It's dangerous to lean forward that much! Come on, get quickly back inside!

Miran: ---...

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Miran [thoughts]: Who...?

Miran's mom: It has been so long, Kifune-sensei. Sorry for calling you on such short notice.

Kifune-sensei: It was no problem, I was free anyways so I was happy to come.

Miran's mom: Miran, are you okay to be up now?

Miran: nods

Miran's mom: This man here is a friend of your grandpa. His name is Kifune-sensei, and he is a composer.

Miran's mom: Although you met him many times before, when your grandpa was alive.

Kifune-sensei: You probably don't remember, you were too young.

Kifune-sensei: But your eyes haven't changed at all, Miran-chan, so I recognized you immediately.

Kifune-sensei: You've gotten so big. How old are you now?

Miran: ...I'm 10.

Kifune-sensei: I see!

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Kifune-sensei: Miran-chan, are you interested in the koto?

Miran: ...? The koto..?

Miran's mom: Right, it's this. This instrument!

Miran's mom: This instrument is a "koto".

Miran's mom: The granny of a friend of mine just passed away, you see.

Miran's mom: She found this koto when she was orginizing her belongings.

Miran's mom: I thought it would be such a shame to let it go to waste, but I don't know anyone who can play the koto so...

Miran's mom: I called Kifune-sensei to ask him for a bit of advice.

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Kifune-sensei: I will be testing it out. Miran-chan, if you'd like, do you want to try and play it together?

Miran: Eh?

Miran's mom: Oh, then...

Kifune-sensei: Aah, sorry for taking such a liberty.

Kifune-sensei: I value fate very much. I wonder if it's fate that broght this koto to this house, and it brought me back to meet Miran-chan, who I haven't seen in such a long time.

Kifune-sensei: What do you think?

Miran: ----...

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Miran: nods...

Miran's mom: !

Kifune-sensei: Ooooh--- will you look at this! What an splendid dragon---

Miran's mom: Dragon?

Kifune-sensei: See, doesn't it look like a dragon? The koto?

Kifune-sensei: Each part, too. They are called "Dragon's tongue", "Dragon's horn", and so on. It's interesting, isn't it?

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Kifune-sensei: Now, what tone will you show me.

Kifune-sensei [sfx]: Pa--------n

Kifune-sensei: Oh! It resonates so well.

Miran [thoughts]: It sparkles...

Miran's mom: Mira-...

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Miran [sfx]: Pi---n...

Miran: ...

Miran [Sfx]: Pi----n Pi----n Pi----n

Kifune-sensei: He

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Kifune-sensei: Miran-chan's sound is

Kifune-sensei: It's such beautiful and delicate sound.

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Kifune-sensei: It's a sound that I like a lot.

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Miran: U- Wah. Aaa--

Miran's mom: Miran-?

Kifune-sensei: Oh, oh my!? Wha- what happened!? I was praising you just now, though!?

Miran: Waaah aaaah. Waaahh. hic.

Miran: Waaaaaaaaaaah. Waaaaaaaaaaaaah. Waaaaaaaaaaaa.

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Miki: What!? You're going to start playing the koto, Miran!?

Miran's dad: And under the tutelage of Kifune-sensei!?

Miran's mom: Yeah. Miran's condition has improved a lot, so she can begin any time now.

Miran's mom: We also decided to keep that koto at home so Miran can play it.

Miki: That's so nice, Miran!! I'm so happy!!

Miran: !

Miki: I hope you get well soon now!!

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Miran[thoughts]: Ever since then, I went frequently to Kifune-sensei's house to practice.

Miran[thoughts]: Playing the koto was complicated but, so fun. So fun.

Miran[thoughts]: So much fun.

Miran[thoughts]: It I had any time, I played it.

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Miran[thoughts]: It's fine if I'm not cute. Even If I'm stupid, or trash. Even if I have no place at school.

Miran[thoughts]: The moment I remembered I had the koto, I became strong.

Miran[thoughts]: So

Miran[thoughts]: I said farewell to the past me.

Miran[thoughts]: Or so I thought

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Miran[thoughts]: Until I reached High School, and met him.

Side text: Luka's curse weighs on Miran---...

---Kono Oto Tomare! continues in the next issue---

#kono oto tomare #kono oto tomare!#kot #sounds of life #kot!#rough tl #spoilers #kono oto tomare 130 #kono oto tomare! 130 #kot 130 #kot! 130

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 year

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A Glitch in the Matrix

This is a Shroud brothers age swap AU that I’ve been wanting to write for a long time!!

Idia basically has the same backstory (except Ortho is the dead older brother and Idia is just a bratty like… 10 year old) 😂 This model of Ortho is significantly older (think late teen) because I’m operating under the assumption that kid!Idia built a version of his brother “grown up” so he can have the experience of growing up with him. Slightly different coping method than the OG, but I thought this would be something cute and silly to explore.

Young children are notoriously known for being brutally honest and lacking a filter, so kid!Idia is even sassier than OG!Idia. As for adult!Ortho, I kept him being sneaky, but I also made him super big brotherly!

This is meant to take place during episode 1 of the main story (more specifically, the scene when Trey is explaining the different dorms to Yuu and co)! ^^ Yes, the joke is that Diasomnia’s introduction is forgotten about because they get caught up on Ignihyde—

Imagine this…

“Hey, who are those guys?” Grim pointed at the far end of the cafeteria. “They feel kinda different from everyone else.”

Your eyes followed his paw, landing on a lone table that had been maneuvered to the farthest corner of the room.

A few students—pale as death and donning blue vests—hunched over it, their frames made so small that they barely registered as people. A veil of gloom seemed to cling to them like spiderwebs, hollowing their faces and darkening their eyes. It was like they had been unearthed from their graves and unceremoniously dropped into the school.

“Oh, them?” Trey chuckled faintly. “They must be from Ignihyde. Students from that dorm have a strong grasp on magical tech, but they aren’t exactly the most sociable guys. A lot of them can’t handle talking face-to-fa—”

“Hello!!”

“Whoa…!”

Everyone at the table startled as a blur of blue and silver bounded into view. Forks and spoons clattered, food leapt up from its trays, some of it catching onto clothes and flecking onto skin.

“Sheesh, don’t scare us like that!” Cater groaned, wiping a dot of applesauce from his cheek. “Riddle-kun will have our heads if even one hair’s out of place!”

“Ehehe, sorry! I was just so excited when my visual receptors picked up on unfamiliar faces!”

"M-Myah?! Wh-What the heck, this guy came straight outta nowhere!!" Grim cried.

“Who’s…?” Your voice trailed off as you took a closer look at the stranger.

Sapphire flames in the place of hair danced upon his scalp, a stark contrast to his pallid face. His amber eyes were so striking, so bright, it was like electricity coursed through them. Everything about him was sharp, as though he had been cut out of something tougher than diamonds. But his body—

It was decidedly not that of a human.

Perhaps the most “human” thing about him was the pair of headphones casually slung around his neck—an accessory to pass as a teenager. The rest of his tall, lithe frame was carved out in a silvery white metal, glowing blue lines running down his torso. The joints at the young man's fingers, knees, and elbows were visible, and where his heart should have been was another haunting blue flame.

His feet were particularly strange; too chunky to be made of flesh and bone, but formed like platform boots. And then you realized why his initial appearance had been so odd: he had not walked, but rocketed over. He hadn’t even touched the ground.

You assumed that he smiled at you—you couldn’t tell for certain, as his mouth was concealed behind a black guard of some sort, a skull-like pattern printed on it.

“You are…?”

“Ortho. Ortho Shroud.” He pulled down his mouth visor, showcasing cobalt lips arranged in (as you had suspected) a grin. It was both innocent and mischievous, as though he had a secret yet to be unleashed. “It’s always nice to get to know the new blood~"

“You’re a student too?” Deuce asked excitedly. "Oh...! That would make you our upperclassman, wouldn't it?!"

“Duh, of course he is,” Ace said with a roll of his eyes. "What else would he be, a janitor? The local handyman?"

You shot him a sideways glare for the jab.

“Better a janitor or a handyman than a kid that got put in time out,” you shot back, gesturing to the enchanted collar chaffing Ace’s neck.

He frowned.

“I am present at Night Raven College to monitor and to support my younger brother during his studies,” Ortho replied. "He is a first year in Ignihyde."

His response, you noticed, didn’t fully answer the question.

"What, so there's another big guy lumberin' around campus with his hair on fire?" Grim snickered at the thought. "Must be real easy to spot him in a crowd then!"

"Heheh. Wouldn't you like to know?"

There was an ominous undertone to his words, sending the ghost of a chill crawled down your spine.

"Alright, alright, that's enough of that. You didn't come all this way just to tease the freshmen, right?" Trey adjusted his glasses knowingly. "If I know you, Ortho... you're looking for something."

"Foiled me already, huh? You're no fun." He stuck out his lower lip in a playful pout. "But yes, that is correct. I wanted to ask a little favor of our new friends!"

"You’re already charming your way into getting free labor from your juniors? So mean~ What kind of heartless monster would do such a thing?"

Trey raised an eyebrow at Cater. "I seem to recall someone shirking his unbirthday party duties and dumping the workload onto the underclassmen."

"Ehhh, are you seriously putting me on the spot?"

"Better watch out, Loosey Deucey," Ace smirked to his classmate. "If you're not careful, Cater-senpai's gonna work you ragged!"

"I wouldn't fall for something like that!" Deuce stopped, reconsidering "... Unless they really, REALLY needed me! It's the duty of an honors student to lend a helping hand when asked to!"

"Dude, you're making it too easy to dupe you.”

“I-I’m not easy to dupe!! I could turn down any request if I wanted to!”

“Grim? Prefect? Back me up here.”

You tensed at the suggestion of being tricked. You'd been fooled once by cruelty disguised as kindness—Ace's taunts masked as friendliness—and you wouldn't be fooled again.

"Sorry, senpai. I'm not sure if there's anything I can do for you. I'm just trying to focus on learning the campus and my schedule, so..."

"There's no need to worry! I am at least 20.8% less deceptive than the general student populace of Night Raven College."

"Where did you pull that statistic from?" you wondered, suspiciously eyeing Ortho.

He accepted it in stride. "I am an advanced artificial intelligence. I'm able to run a number of advanced calculations in seconds. There are several other functions only I am capable of—so please believe me when I say that if there were a method for me to resolve this issue alone, I would have."

You hesitated.

The argument Ortho provided was compelling. Maybe too compelling.

"... What do you want?"

Ortho stared directly at Grim.

"H-Hey, what're you lookin' at me for?"

You felt Ortho’s smile under the visor widening. "I'd like to play a game of cat and mouse."

“You can’t find your little brother?”

You briskly walked by Ortho's side, the two of you traversing a hallway which opened into a sunny courtyard. A squirming Grim was tucked under your arm.

The furry gremlin had been taken against his will, whisked out of the cafeteria and away from his plate of mashed tuna, abandoning the Heartslabyul boys to the remainders of their own meals.

"I'll help you, Prefect!" Deuce had promised, only to be shut down by Ace's teasing. ("Oi, what happened to 'I can turn down any request if I wanted to'?")

Not that they would have been of any use, you thought. A statue set on fire, Ace trapped under a cauldron, and a shattered chandelier dancing in your mind.

By now, Grim's loud whining had (thankfully) eased into unhappy grumbling.

Ortho nodded. "I would regularly be able to locate Idia-san by running a campus-wide scan for all living organisms, then isolating by biometrics. However, I can't seem to find him no matter how many times I run the program. He must be using a device to jam my detective capabilities from afar."

"Really? You look... complicated," you commented carefully. "Your brother sounds like some kind of a genius if he's able to pull that off."

"He is," Ortho said sunnily.

"... Well, that's putting you in a bind right now, so I don't think we should be happy about his big brain cells."

“It shouldn’t be an obstacle. Idia-san may be highly intelligent, but I have a trump card now thanks to you!” Ortho snuck a peek at Grim and graced him with a firm head pat. “A cute kitty cat!”

“I’m NOT a cat!!” Grim protested, swiping at Ortho’s metal hand.

“Because you said your little brother likes cats?”

“Yes. I’m sure that we’ll be able to lure him out with this!” Ortho waved a hand into the courtyard. “This would be an optimal spot. It’s a relatively wide open space, so it would appear more innocuous to set our trap here.”

You slowed your pace and scanned the outside, seeking out a blue fire that matched the android's. It was notably empty, with most students away for their lunch break.

“Oi, can ya stop talkin’ about me like I’m your bait?!”

“Quiet, Grim,” you shushed, setting him down in the grass. “You are our bait. Now get your tail out there and try to act natural!”

With that, you rushed to hide yourself behind a column. Ortho chuckled to himself, joining you behind an adjacent one.

“Grrr…”

Grim begrudgingly got on all fours and padded onto the lawn. He glanced around the courtyard and cleared his throat. “Uh… ‘meow’?”

There was silence.

"Meow, meow, me-ooooow!"

The silence grew staler.

"... Okay, that's enough of a stain on the great Grim-sama's reputation for one day!" He stood on his hind legs and stretched his arms to the sky. "I'm headin' back to get my fill of fish!"

"Not yet!! Try doing something cute like licking yourself or playing with a ball of yarn!"

“Not if you’re gonna watch, minion!!”

"I can look away if you're embarrassed."

"That's not the problem here!!"

"What is the problem then?"

"Shh! Wait—” Ortho gasped. "I'm detecting movement from the opposite side of the courtyard. There, in the bushes!"

You looked where he indicated.

Indeed, one of the shrubs seemed to be quivering, causing a few of its leaves to dislodge and fall to the ground. Seconds later, there was a flicker of light, and a small boy clutching a handheld console emerged, followed what appeared to be a floating skull.

He was dressed in a frumpy, oversized black and blue striped sweater. The rest of his outfit was just as comedic and childish, with a pair of pants sporting many pockets and a pair of sneakers splattered with the colors of the night sky. Colorful characters and shapes adorned his footwear: three eyed green aliens, stars, spaceships, and astronauts.

But most importantly, he was just like Ortho. Eyes the same color, fiery blue hair that fanned out behind him, mouth a shade of cyanide poisoning, and skin that looked like it hadn't seen the sun in years.

"That's your brother? Your first year brother? He doesn't look any older than an average elementary schooler," you hissed to Ortho.

"Genius, remember?" He shrugged. "Night Raven College made a special exception for a child prodigy to enroll in its ranks."

So Idia is a child prodigy... and Ortho's a supercomputer that's supposed to babysit him? Wait, how can a robot and a human even be related? Can a human even have fire for hair? Just what kind of a family dynamic is this?!

Your brain hurt from trying to fit the details together. They were like puzzle pieces that didn't quite connect.

A strangled scream resounded in the courtyard.

You snapped to attention, leaping out from your hiding place. Horror clenched your throat, your stomach—

Idia had Grim trapped in a death grip, smushing the poor creature against his face. The little boy wore a silly, toothy grin, revealing that his teeth were pointed like an imp's. His console was shoved into one of many pockets, long forgotten in favor of the cat.

"Hihihihihi, it must be my lucky day," Idia mumbled to himself. "I thought some annoying normie finished stuffing their face with food early and started stomping and shouting, but no! It turned out to be a talented talking widdle kitty witty interrupting my private gaming session... It's okay, I'll forgive you cuz you're seriously sooo fluffy and cute!!"

"Be careful, you're hurting him!!" you called out, charging at the child. You were but a few feet away when Idia noticed you, and his excitement waned.

"E-Eep!! Are you the kitty's owner?"

"I'm NOT a cat!!" Grim moaned desperately.

"Er, no... yes... maybe..." You paused. "It's hard to define, but we live together, so that means I have a say in how he's treated!!"

Idia's expression immediately twisted into a look of total disgust. "Ew. Gross. Go away. No one asked to see your dumb face. I found the kitty, so he's mine now. You should've kept a better eye on him if you cared so much."

"Wh-What..."

What's with this sassy lost child?!

"Now you listen here, mister—“

"Idia-san!!”

Ortho flew right by you, stopping your tirade before it could even start. He practically tackled Idia, smothering him in a hug that was warm and hummed like a generator.

(Grim let out another scream as his body was compressed between the two brothers.)

"O-Ortho nii-san...!?"

"Thank goodness I found you! I was so worried when you disappeared on me!!" Ortho released Idia, but kept his hands firmly on the young boy's shoulders. "It was bad of you to run off and go into hiding like that. My circuits almost fried from the shock!!”

Grim fell to the ground in a furry heap and scrambled into your arms. “G-Get me away from that crazy kid…!!”

You held him to your chest and stroked his back comfortingly, warily eyeing Idia and anticipating another smarmy remark.

He bashfully stared down at his shoes. “………………….. S-Sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

Huh?! Since when was he all shy and innocent?! His personality did a complete 180!

“It’s alright! What matters is that you’re safe and sound.” Ortho happily ruffled the flames on Idia’s head. “But promise me that you won’t do that again. I know you’re anxious since it’s your first week of school, but that’s no excuse for holing up for the day.”

“… I-I don’t wanna go to class or eat in the cafeteria,” Idia whined stubbornly, clinging to Ortho’s arm. “I saw. Th-There’s too many people.

He vigorously shook his head. "But I don't want to. I only wanna hang out with you, Nii-san... and the kitty.”

“You know that’s not healthy,” Ortho tutted. “There’s a big, bright, beautiful world out there, full of lovely people waiting to meet you. You won’t be able to experience that if you keep to yourself all year.”

"S-Sounds scary..."

"It's not scary at all! Look, your big bro met these nice people today." Ortho indicated you and Grim. "They helped me out when I was in a pinch. It's because of them that I was able to find you."

"Uh, hi?" You awkwardly waved.

Idia shuffled behind his brother's leg, glaring at you from behind it.

"Don't be like that." Ortho's eyes glimmered with cheer. "Hey, I know! Why don't you introduce yourself to them?"

"D-Do I really have to?"

"Would it help if they introduced themselves to you first?"

Idia said nothing, but his stare turned expectant. Ortho looked at you hopefully.

You sighed and relented. "... I'm the Ramshackle Prefect, and this is Grim."

"That's the GREAT Grim-sama to you, minion!"

"......................... I-Idia. Idia Shroud... I'm a first year in Ignihyde... a-and its dorm leader..."

... Huh?

"I'm sorry, what did you just say? I swear I must have misheard you." You laughed, cupping an ear.

"I'm dorm leader."

... HAH?

"Y-You're... You're a kid though?! And didn't you literally just start school at NRC? How's it possible that you became dorm leader so fast?!"

"Feh!!" Idia smirked, tapping his temples. "Unlike you simple-minded noobs, I've got the brain of a genius inventor up in here! There's nothing I can't achieve, hihihihi!"

He sealed the deal by blowing a raspberry.

Am I seriously being talked down to by a grade schooler?! You took a breath to calm yourself. No, I'm better than this. Don't get mad. Be the bigger person.

"Now, Idia-san... Bragging isn't very kind," Ortho gently chided. "Still, I'm proud of you for managing to get through giving your introduction!"

The android clapped, his face lighting up with excitement. "Since everyone's acquainted...! That makes us all brand-new friends!"

"I don't know if I'd go THAT far," you muttered. "It depends on how loosely you define 'friend'... though it sounds like your definition of it is very loose."

"Friends are friends!!" Ortho insisted. "And do you guys know what friends do?"

Oh no.

There was that odd smile of his again, clearly visible in spite of the visor hiding it. Half innocence, half mischief.

Your stomach sank. You had a bad feeling about this.

"Friends hang out together on their lunch breaks!"

... You should have listened to the warning signs Trey had pointed out.

“Alright, who wants snacks?"

Ortho placed several large bowls before you, each offering up something sweet or salty. There were chips in various flavors, candies in all colors, popcorn, and plain pretzels with a variety of dips. It was a rainbow of treats, definitely an upgrade from all the canned tuna and tap water you had been living off of for the past few days.

"Take your pick of drinks too! Plenty to go around." He pointed to a pyramid of canned beverages as he settled in comfortably next to you. This close, you could sense the heat radiating off of him, could see your reflection in his shiny coat.

"Myah?! You sure are livin' the high life!! You have so much stuff!" Grim crawled around on a fuzzy carpet, his eyes darting around, taking in all the shelves of games and merchandise, the consoles arranged in front of a large television.

"I-I have a kitty... I have an actual kitty in my room...!!" Idia looked like he was going to pass out from happiness. A first for his seemingly bloodless self. "N-Ne... d-do you want to play a game? C-Can you play games...?"

"Can I? Don't underestimate the great Grim-sama!!" He stood up and put his paws on his hips. "I won't go easy on ya just cuz you're a lil' brat! Name your game, buster!!"

“Ahhhh, I get to play with a kitty…! Th-This is pure bliss!!”

“For the last time, I’m NOT a… Oh, whatever!! Show me to your games already, I’ll fish out the best one!”

The duo dug into a cabinet, tossing out several discs and cartridges. Grim’s pitchfork-shaped tail sailed in the air as he rifled through titles. The tips of Idia’s hair were tinged pink.

You bit into a chip as you watched the scene unfold.

Grim’s acting like a little kid himself. All Ortho had to do was dangle toys and food in front of him and he instantly caved…

A cold wetness came upon your cheek.

You startled, relaxing only when you realized it was the sensation of a cold bottle being pressed against your bare skin.

“Living organisms such as yourself need to maintain adequate hydration levels for proper functioning,” Ortho advised. “Please do take care.”

“Thanks.” You cautiously accepted the drink, keeping your eyes trained on him.

He’s more cunning than he seems. Ortho talks himself down, but orchestrating all of this takes some serious computing and forethought.

Dangerous, you concluded. He’s dangerous.

“… Oh? You’re staring.”

“No, I’m not.”

“I can tell,” Ortho chirped. “Your iris and retinal activity indicates that—”

“You definitely tricked us.”

Without missing a beat, he nodded. “Yes. Are you upset that I did?”

“How much of it was planned?” you demanded, pointing the water bottle at him accusingly. “Was there really a jamming device preventing you from finding Idia on your own? When you stopped and said the courtyard was the perfect place to search… did you already know he was there?”

“Hehe. When I saw you and Grim-san in the cafeteria for the first time, I saw an opportunity to make use of our meeting, so I took it!

“My brother would have such an easier time opening up to a creature of the feline variety. I formulated a believable excuse to acquire the target.” Ortho chuckled, coy with his words. “I’d say it was a successful mission. Wouldn’t you?”

“Why didn’t you be honest with us? We would have helped if you had just…”

“I wanted it to be as close to a naturalistic simulation as possible.”

You blinked, taken aback by the immediate and blunt response.

“In a simulation,” Ortho continued calmly, “we imitate a situation in a controlled environment. Multiple factors are considered in the process. By running multiple simulations, we can collect more data and come closer to accounting for a simulation which is most closely related to the randomness that is a real-world system.

“In this situation, it was the inverse. I wanted a scenario in which less information would yield a more natural outcome.”

“You… wanted it to feel ‘real’ for Idia,” you said slowly. “It wouldn’t have worked like that if we knew what was going on and pretended like we were there by chance. You needed us to be in the dark.”

“Correct.”

Ortho had confessed to his guilt, but try as you might, you couldn’t detect any malicious intent.

“Idia-san is special—but he’s socially anxious and has a hard time getting along with his classmates. They don’t like that a young child has been enrolled at this school, or that he has taken on such an important role at it.

“As the one that has been assigned to oversee his school life, I worry. I would like Idia to enjoy his time here to its fullest, yet… the year has barely begun, and I’ve already been instructed by the headmaster that firing a laser is ‘not an appropriate defense protocol’ for dealing with bullies and other instigators…”

“… Crowley’s right about that part,” you interjected.

Ortho laughed, and the fondness and the fluidity of it stunned you. For a second, you forgot that he was not human at all, believing that he was a real boy.

“This will be the first step of many for Idia-san. I hope to be there for the rest of that journey.”

“Ortho-senpai…”

“I’m glad that our paths crossed, Prefect-san.” He flashed a winsome smile. “Thank you and Grim-san for helping me—and for indulging him.”

“… It’s no problem, but next time you’d better not pull another dirty trick like you did today.”

“Next time?” The smile turned slightly cocky, and you vaguely regretted your reply.

“I assume we’ll be seeing you around campus, not necessarily hanging out.”

“Aww, it’s not nice of you to snub your new friends like that~” There was a nip of wickedness to his teasing tone. “… I’m not a formal student, but you might still see me hanging around my little bro. Come by and say hi again sometime, will you?”

You blinked. “You’re not a student?”

Ortho gave no response. His eyes trailed over to Grim and Idia, who had seated themselves before the TV, controllers in hand.

The screen sparked to life with color and light and sound. A night sky speckled with stars blinked into view, along with bombastic blue font.

Star Rogue ~The Road to Being a Hero~

Traced by the glow of the game, the uncanniness in Ortho’s appearance became apparent. The lack of pores in his rubbery skin, the sharp metal sheen of his body, the abnormal lines running in his irises. Even his fire was just a swaying projection, a trick of the light.

Beneath his mask, fake lips moved, producing a close approximation of a human voice.

“… I can be at Night Raven College because of Idia-san.” He cupped the flame that burned in the place of his heart. “That alone… brings me happiness.”

If Ortho was a flame burning brightly, then he had dimmed to mere embers, his voice but a contemplative whisper. Cold, hard logic had been dispelled, leaving only the ashes where a feeling had once been.

Pressure welled in your chest.

I… shouldn’t pry further than this.

“N-Never mind that!” You cracked open your bottle and took a big swig out of it. Slamming it down, you wiped a stray dribble of water from your chin. “Let’s watch the game!! How does it even work, anyway?”

“Star Rogue? Oh, it’s a classic.” Ortho crossed his legs and leaned back against Idia’s bed. “You go…” He pointed a finger at you and pantomimed a firing, then a kickback. “Pew, pew!! And everything in your way explodes! You shoot down the boss and save the galaxy!

“Er… You have way more of a casual attitude on violence than you initially let on.”

Ortho shrugged. “Like I said, the headmaster forbade me from firing lasers on campus. This is the next best thing.”

“Well, as long as you’re not obliterating any real people... I guess that’s fine.”

“It’s better experienced than explained. We should go for a round after those two!” Ortho inclined his head towards Grim and Idia, eyes glued to the television and caught up in an intense round of button mashing.

You chortled. “Okay, you’re on.”

“Great. Prepare to get crushed and left in my space dust!” His eyes twinkled like the stars on the screen, the traces of sadness that had once been there gone.

So human, so real.

The feeling behind them.

Almost like his entire being was lighting up from the inside out.

Huh, so he can smile like that too.

“Hey,” you said slowly, “Ortho-senpai?”

His eyes cut to you, the alien features in his profile still illuminated. “Yes, Prefect-san?”

“I may not entirely understand your circumstances, but for what it’s worth… you have a big heart.”

He looked at you fully, pupils dilated. The fire of his hair and in his chest flared up, as if expressing surprise.

“Really,” you stressed, your brows upturned sympathetically. “Anyone would be lucky to have someone like you in their lives.”

Ortho's gaze sharpened, carefully analyzing you. Your features, your feelings. Contemplating the sincerity behind them.

After what seemed like an eternity--but was surely just a few seconds in real time--he spoke. It was a single, simple word as sweet as the taste of victory.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it." You gave him a playful light tap on the shoulder.

With a soft laugh, he returned the favor. When his fist made contact with you, you could feel the warmth emanating from him.

The wires and electricity running through him. His heart pulsing.

“… But don't think this means I’ll take it easy on you,” Ortho warned. “I can get super competitive when it comes to games, you know!"

“Wouldn’t dream of it, senpai.”

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frompearl · 3 months

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Mrs. Afton’s Daily Life: TWO

Warnings: Unedited

Free Accounting Classes at the local Community College.

(Mondays and Thursdays)

9:00 a.m - 1:00 p.m

Class starts September 05, 1979 and ends May 10, 1980

ALL OUR WELCOME

You stare at one of the flyers near the checkout lane of the grocery. E/C eyes glance at the calendar placed in front of the checkout lane. The date displayed in big bold red letters is “August 25, 1979”.

‘It hasn’t started yet…’ you think to yourself hopefully, biting on your bottom lip.

After dropping off both your sons at school, you stopped by the grocery store to buy the food for the week.

Being the big man that he was, William often ate more than the rest of your tiny family. It wasn’t his fault but food often finished quickly and trips to the grocery were frequent. Not to mention, you also had to feed three growing children that were going to eat more as they grew older. As you both waited in line, you were playing with your little baby.

Dangling your car and house keys in front of her face as she watched, mesmerized by the shiny object. She would grab onto them and you’d have to stop the sweet girl from putting them in her mouth.

Then you saw the flyer. All your attention zeroed in on its contents.

Your children’s school didn’t start till 8:30 am and you usually picked them up around 2:30 pm. On Fridays they would get out at 12:30 pm. If you scheduled your time right, you could still do your duties as a housewife and mother. It all just depended on great planning.

Your teeth dig into your plump lip, anticipation rolling off of you in waves.

After dropping them off, you could probably drop Elizabeth off with the sweet old lady a couple blocks down the street. Then you’d be gone in the accounting class. Back in college you were interested in majoring in anything business-related but were unable to explore more because of your expulsion.

Elizabeth looks at you curiously, wondering why her mom stopped paying her attention.

One of her chubby hands curls itself around your manicured fingers. The tight baby grip, snapping you away from a hopeful dream. William wouldn’t approve of it and taking care of two children and a baby would definitely make being a student difficult. And you nearly spent a decade outside of any colleges, surely adjusting back into the student rhythm would be difficult.

‘Difficult but not impossible,’ an encouraging voice says in the back of your head.

“Honey, would you like a bag with that?” The middle aged woman asks you behind the counter. Her kind eyes noticed how you glanced at the college advertisement.

“Are you considering joining?” She smiles at you kindly, your cheeks flush in embarrassment at being caught.

“O-oh. I don’t know…it definitely seems advantageous plus it’s free..”

Her honey brown eyes glint in excitement,

“You definitely should! I’m one of the assistant teachers by the way. Despite being free, the material being taught is the same as any other colleges. The professor is a very kind man that is excellent in teaching. There are also many other free classes available that haven’t started yet, if you’re interested!” The blonde woman’s grin widens as unwillingly the corners of your mouth start to lift.

“There is..?” You say with awe, e/c eyes sparkling. Chuckling at your amazed expressions, she hands you a flier.

“Yup! If you’d like I can help you sign up. My name’s Donna by the way.” She offers you a handshake. You accept her hand feeling the soft wrinkly skin of her hand.

“Y/N. Y/N Afton.”

Her eyebrows raise to her forehead, “say you wouldn’t be related to that grumpy man William Afton? One of the co-owners at Freddy’s?”

Embarrassed you shake your head, it seems William's unpleasant character was commonly known.

“I wouldn’t say we're related. He’s my husband.”

Like the woman from the school her eyes flash with pity before they brighten up again.

“Oh~? Well isn't he a lucky fella?” You giggle at her praise, feeling bashful of being praised by an older woman.

She then turns her attention to Elizabeth with a coo, “and who might you be?~”

The baby babbles at her, big e/c eyes zeroed in on the red nail polish of her long nails, making grabby hands at it.

“This is Elizabeth. She’s only a year old but she’s quite active for her age.” You say playing with one of the bows in her hair.

“Aww~! I remember when my Susie was that age. I wish they stayed that small forever instead of growing up quickly. Now my little girl is starting kindergarten!”

Smiling at the woman you let out a carefree laugh, “you and me both!”

Both you and Donna exchange numbers, she talks to you more about the accounting class and her daughter as she packs your groceries. When she’s finished you both settle on meeting up soon at the community college so that she can help you sign up.

By the time you leave the store, you’re smiling so hard that your cheeks hurt.

Elizabeth, also influenced by your good behavior, claps her small hands at you. Grinning at her, you lean in to press a big fat kiss on her cheek that makes her squeal.

While you pack the groceries by the truck of your car, you make sure to hide the flier in your purse. Taking extra measures to fold it into a small square and burying it at the bottom of your bag.

Once satisfied, you buckle in Elizabeth and drive back home. Singing along to Abba, “Dancing Queen,” while Elizabeth continued to clap her hands at her mothers singing.

For the first time in almost a decade, you felt more alive. As if that once ambitious eighteen-year-old girl with big plans for her life never died the day you were expelled. She was always there, waiting for you to get back on track.

#yandere x you #yandere #yandere x reader #fnaf x you #fnaf x reader #william afton x reader #william afton #tw.yandere

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kitkat-2204 · 1 year

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Harvard Diaries: Chapter 1. Frankie (Scat Story)

I was a great student my entire life. I had all A’s in high school, graduated valedictorian and at the top of my class, which lead me and 2 other classmates of mine to get into ivy league schools. Marissa got into Princeton, Robert got into Yale, and I got into Harvard. I spent hours grueling and grueling into assignments, until I was able to pass my requirement classes and get into the teaching education program, and here I am now. The perfect student. All A's, perfect attendance, and about to enter my masters program to finally become a Psychology professor.

Until recently, I had what I would say the perfect life, that is until I discovered my most recent secret, something no one can ever know except myself. It all started when I was awake one Friday night, working on a 10 page paper while everyone around me was out partying or celebrating the semesters begin. I was in my pajamas on my bed, typing and typing away, when I noticed a faint ache in my lower stomach. I decided to stop my homework quickly and check if the shared dorm bathroom was available. I went and checked, only to see a line of 16 people using overflowing toilet water as some sort of weird slip in slide (really disgusting) and slowly went back into my dorm and locked the door. God, I always thought the people here were disgusting, like children.

As I was working, the stomach ache began to worsen, and I began to think about all of the things I ate today. "Ugh.. I need to focus on this paper.. maybe if I relax and listen to some music for a few minutes, I can then decide to work on some things later.." I thought as I put my headphones and covered myself under the blankets a bit more. I then felt a strong twinge in my lower stomach, and began to feel a bit gassy. "Ugh... what did I eat?" I thought as I began to slowly lift my leg up to the side. I then released a low rumbling fart, which subsided some of my pain for a little while. Although that fart helped somewhat, that didn’t stop my stomach from continuously quaking in discomfort. 1 fart turned into 2, then 3, then 4, until I was farting ever 30 seconds. However, to be completely frank, I loved the feeling of it happened, with the squeezing and the tilt ur eyes make as your about to release, and the feeling of relief your lower stomach gets as it rumbles out is phenomenal. I lift my right leg once again as a 15 second rumbling fart is released. “Oooh yeah, that was a big one.” I said as my eyes fluttered in relaxation, slowly beginning to distract me.

The truth is, I’ve always had a weird enjoyment of farting and pooping ever since I was little. I remember my friends in high school being gross and farting around me in sleepovers, and I would pretend to be grossed out, but days later I would be replaying the moment in my head while physically melting just thinking about it happening, or imagining them going too far and pooping their pants, and being mesmerized by the thought of that over, and over again. I always thought I was just a weird kid though. “Ooh, I have to fart again—!” I said as I pushed. This fart was much wetter then the last, bringing a larger amount of relief, but indicating a teaser to follow. “I really hope the bathroom is fixed at this point, these farts are getting worse.” I thought, but as I continued to hear the yelling and splashing coming from other students outside, I knew the bathroom wouldn’t be available anytime soon.

I started to think about a moment where my best friend at the time, Caleb, would always have stomach aches after school and would be embarrassed to pass gas all the time, but I would reassure him that he was safe to fart around me, and I would never make fun of him. At a certain point, he felt comfortable enough to eventually let go and be open about his gas around me. I specifically remember him pushing wetter and bubblier farts around me when he felt safe to do so… and his face..as he relaxed..seeing how good it felt for him to just..do it…

At this point, I was already soft serving in my pants to the point of no return, but I was too focused on daydreaming to even realize what was happening. I was relieving myself as I thought of Caleb, completely entranced in this memory to even realize I was doing so. A few minutes later when I finally finished and began getting out of my daydream, I had realized what I just did. “What the fuck, did I just shit myself?!” I said In disgust and embarrassment. I took off my pants and tied them in a garbage bag before heading straight to the showers, ashamed. I scrubbed my skin so hard as if I was scrubbing off sins, completely disgusted myself. “I will never, do something disgusting like that again!!” I thought to myself angrily. Little did I know, this was the beginning of discovery that will change my life forever.

#coprophilia #eproctophilia #relief #pants messing #copro

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crownedtargaryen · 1 year

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modern!got/hotd. - character building

(a/n): this is my own interpretation of modern!au got and hotd. if you disagree with me on some ideas, I truly do not care. this post can be used for story ideas and references for modern!au fics. if you’d like me to add a specific house, I will do so! this can be changed into a college!au as well. all notes are appreciated. tag list: @hopelesswritergall @twizzy123 @daenerysapologist @clairacassidy

The Stark family is well known for being extroverted and friendly individuals who love outdoor activities, sports, and almost anything that gets their blood pumping! They're known to show unreasonable amounts of loyalty to their passions, peers, partners, and family; sometimes being described as almost dog-like. They're proud owners of the Winterfell Wolf Sanctuary, where they teach the wolves who cannot move out into the wild to adapt to humans, their new environment, and even other animals. Each Stark is bonded to a wolf pup at age 10, raised alongside the beast and learning to love them as family and not just a pet.

main characters.

Cregan Stark, Jock: Adopted Cousin, taken in by Ned Stark. Co-Captain and proud defense player of the Iron High hockey team alongside Jacaerys. He's often been described by his peers as ambitious and family-focused, very territorial and defensive of his blood. (Demiromantic, Demisexual)

Robb Stark, Jock: Star quarterback of the Iron High football team. He's often been described by his peers as a playful and tough-loving individual. He shares his territorial sense with his cousin, Cregan, defending his name with pride while also befriending anyone, no matter how different they are from him. (Demiromantic, Demisexual)

Jon Snow, Middle-Grounded: Step-brother to the Starks, apart of the Iron High poetry club. He's often been described by his peers as mysterious and mildly-aggravating. To be honest, he dances around clubs and tries to find an after school activity that "speaks to him." He knows nothing about poetry, but he continues to go to the meetings merely to seem edgy, “deep”, and mysterious, which pisses off Aemond Targaryen. (Straight)

Brandon Stark, Nerd: Organizer of the Iron High eSports team. He's often been described by his peers as self-reserved and passionate. After losing his ability to walk, he needed to feel involved in something. He Twitch streams in his spare time, mostly practicing for tournaments with his friends on the team. He grows insecure over his loss of feeling in his legs and feel mildly pathetic, but can't bring himself to admit it. (Straight, Demisexual)

Arya Stark, Sporty: Star batter of the Iron High softball team. She’s often been described by her peers as competitive and passionate. She finds herself making small things a competition, urging to win and prove her worth to those around her. Though, underneath it all she’s struggling with romantic feelings, trying to identify her true sexuality and self. (Bicurious)

Sansa Stark, Popular: Running for student body president against Rhaena Targaryen. She’s often been described by her peers as sociable and kind. Though under her kind facade, she can be quite judgmental and catty when it comes to certain people. Definitely two faced on occasion. (Straight, Asexual)

The Targaryen family is well known for their sly and intelligent bloodline, that also ties into the Velaryon line. They’re a mix between sociable and lacking desire for social interaction with those around them, tending to go about tasks that test their smarts rather than their athletic capabilities. They’re said to start arguments that they know they can win and play games of wits to get what they please, which causes them to butt heads with the Lannisters. They can be seen as almost snake like. Each Targaryen child owns their own reptile, mostly based on personality. Their parents saw it as an outlet to keep responsibility and build emotional connections since most Targaryen children are neglected by their parents, and they can be seen as undesirable from time to time, which makes them lack friends.

main characters.

Aemond Targaryen, Mildly Popular: Though he isn’t apart of any specific activities or extracurricular activities, he can be seen with his siblings on most occasions. He’s often described by his peers as sly and cocky. People think they’re friends with him, but he truly as no interest in them and doesn’t remember their names. You can find him with Helaena, helping her with tutoring students, or with Aegon as his designated driver. He spends his time studying when not looking after his blood. When he was younger, his cousin had accidentally cut his eye while they were hunting, which had sent him into a entirely different personality, and Lucerys into disciplinary action and house arrest though the action was not intentional. (Demisexual, Demiromantic)

Aegon II Targaryen, Player Jock: Left-Wing hockey player on the Iron High hockey team. He’s often described by his peers as flirtatious and manipulative. He was hit the most by his parent’s neglectful ways, drowning himself in sexual relations and alcohol at they parties he goes to. You can often find him feeling up women at college parties, kissing on their necks and trying to get in their pants to feel some sort of relief in his life. Though, he holds terrible commitment issues and leaves the men and women he messes with immediately after getting what he needs from them. (Bisexual, Demiromantic)

Helaena Targaryen, Popular: Hosts tutoring for those who need it at Iron High. She’s often described by her peers as shy and gentle hearted. Her fascination with the outside world and aesthetics is both strange to most but can also be seen as admirable. Though she doesn’t go out of her way to talk to those around her, she seems to have accumulated an abundance of friends in the years of attending school. (Biromantic, Demisexual)

Daeron Targaryen, Social Butterfly: Though he has no true social status at Iron High due to being in the shadow of his brothers, sister, and cousins, he’s still known by quite a few. He’s often been described by her peers as exciting and adventurous. He holds deep insecurity for his lack of popularity like the rest of his family, but he continues to try to be open and exciting. He loves to go out with his sister, Helaena, during lunch and feed the small bugs pieces of fruit. (Biromantic, Asexual)

Rhaena Targaryen, Popular: Running for student body president against Sansa Stark. She’s often been described by her peers as kindhearted and easygoing. In her days of making friends, she tries to involve herself with every group without discrimination. She’s very well known for her genuine kindness and playfulness. (Straight, Demisexual)

Baela Targaryen, Sporty: Proud member of the Iron High pole vaulting and weightlifting team. She’s often been described by her peers as prideful and feisty. She is openly bisexual and close with her cousin Helaena and Arya Stark. She’s very open about herself and presents herself honestly, a powerful and passion driven young woman. (Bisexual)

Daenerys Targaryen, Popular: Distant cousin to the Targaryens, she’s well known for her beauty and kindness in competition to Cersei’s. Her peers often describe her as emotion driven and a pacifist. Wildly loved by all, but spited by some, her kindness spreads within the walls of Iron High and her aspirations drive her and others toward their future goals, attempting to motivate and befriend those around her. (Demiromantic, Demisexual)

The Velaryon family is well known for their ambition and balance in situations, enjoying the outdoors and physical activities unlike most of their cousins. They’re very kind souls, open to new things that’ll test their limits. They tend to become competitive at times, striving to please and be the best they can, though sometimes they can’t control themselves and sometimes people can get hurt. You often see them around the Stark kids, usually play wrestling with one another. Though, the Velaryon boys are products of a cheating scandal with their mother and a man named Harwin Strong, who soon ended up becoming their stepdad. Though, she holds a love for another who most speculate is Daemon Targaryen.

main characters.

Jacaerys Velaryon, Studious Jock: Co-Captain with Cregan and goalie on the Iron High hockey team. He’s often described by his peers as easygoing and loyal. A dedicated man to his work, you can often find him studying in his cousin’s study group to try to balance his grades with his sport. Though, occasionally he’s at parties trying to find a relaxation point between his schooling and constant training. That dedication makes him a ladies man, even though he’s merely kind to them and hasn’t intentionally tried to make anyone swoon. (Demiromantic, Demisexual)

Lucerys Velaryon, Extroverted Sporty: Goalie for the Iron High soccer team, he’s not very passionate about the sport he’s pursued in and is hoping to join his brother on the hockey team once the season rolls around. He’s often described by his peers as exciting and innocent. Girls tend to flock around him since he’s quite the small cutie, and he doesn’t seem to enjoy the attention too much. He’s very focused on his brother and protecting him from the other people who are eyeing him down, not understanding completely why so many girls take a liking to the two. (Straight, Demisexual)

The Lannister family are well known for their pride and riches, their children spoiled rotten and blessed with beauty as well. Though they aren’t very physically active, they make up for it with their manipulative and convincing personas. It’s known that if you challenge an Lannister to a battle of wits and cleverness, you will come out a loser. That is, unless you’re a Targaryen. It’s hard to match the passive aggressive personality of a Lannister as well as their ability to masterfully lie to those around them. Though, the Lannister children face abandonment issues and a craving for their father’s approval after their mother’s passing. So, it leaves them lashing out on those around them.

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Cersei Lannister, Popular: Not involved in many activities after she had stopped cheerleading due to suspicions of her and her brother Jaime being TOO close, she’s mostly seen painting her frustrations away in the art room during lunch. She’s often been described by her peers as two-faced and defensive. She has many friends and is well known for her beauty within the school, but no one is safe from her rumors. No matter how close you think you are to her, she will never find you desirable and will talk lowly of you at any moment. (Bicurious, Demisexual)

Jaime Lannister, Jock: Linebacker for the Iron High football team, he’s very passionate about the role he plays in this school. He’s been often described by his peers as “the good Lannister” and awfully cocky. Some people find his self confidence bothersome and distasteful, while others find it endearing. Though, he spends quite a bit of his time near his sister, which makes people raise questions on how close they REALLY are. (Bisexual with female preference.)

Tyrion Lannister, Party Animal: Much like Aegon, the drinks and women are a way to bury his deep feelings. He’s often described by his peers as witty and sly. When short guy season comes around, you’d be surprised by the amount of women that are on him. Though he tries to remain humble, as he puts it, by keeping his body count a mystery. (Straight)

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weirdthoughtsandideas · 1 month

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List of my favorite Violetta episodes

It’s hard to determine a single favorite episode in this long show, as many storylines carry over different episodes. So! I decided to make a list of all of my faves. I might like some more than others, but nonetheless it’s the ones I love to watch more than the unmentioned eps.

1x07 - This is the episode that originally got me into Violetta back in the days. I saw that Junto a ti performance and became obsessed immediately. I also think it’s the turning point, as the first 6 episodes were more or less just ”get to know the characters” eps.

1x10 - YES IT IS BECAUSE OF THE FRANLETTA AMIGA SCENE SHUT UP I may not remember anything else in the episode right on hand But if I rewatch it I know I’ll also like most of the other scenes.

1x13 - Francesca coming over to Violetta’s house for the first time?? Vilu being awkward about it yet also so excited that she has a friend?? Also the real start of the audition arc 💜

1x35 - OH I KNOW THE LINES FLUENTLY IN THE SWEDUB I watched this so many times back when Violetta was on Netflix. I think it’s my most watched S1 episode. It has it all. Leonetta post first kiss and Violetta being all excited and giddy. When she tells her friends they kissed and her friends get so excited. Germán choking when he hears Leon and Violetta are dating. TOMAS SUFFERING!!

1x40 - The rush I feel when Violetta runs from the wedding and goes to the theater and performs!! Such a thrilling mid season finale!

1x55 - Students protesting Gregorio and singing in front of the school! I love the revolting children arc

1x68 - Junto a ti performance! Almost time for the reality show finale! Don’t like the ending tho

1x72 - Vilu finding out Angie is her aunt and now they can finally begin their real aunt and niece relationship 💜

1x80 - NOTHING CAN BEAT THE VIOLETTA S1 FINALE

2x01 - THE FIRST EPISODE OF S2 MAKES ME FEEL SO MUCH. God I feel so warm inside just thinking about it. It’s so good.

2x06 - Maybe it’s mostly because of the Franletta scene but all of the first 10 eps of S2 are bangers

2x15 - Leonetta being in the middle of their small dating era for a while, before shit hits the fan <3

2x25 - The gang at the party, performing and dancing! Violetta being at home and Diego coming over with a clown nose! THE FRANLETTA CHEEK KISS

2x33 - VIOLETTA WANTING TO GO TO FRAN’S PARTY BUT SHE CAN’T BECAUSE SHE NEEDS TO WORK :(( AAAAAAAA SHE LOVES HER FRIEND SO MUCH also we see the Codigo Amistad mv in this <3

2x42 - This episode is so goddamn funny we got Violetta losing her voice and her friends helping her to hide this from everyone. I also love sleepover eps a lot

2x51-2x52 - FRANCESCA GOING TO ITALY AND THEN RETURNING!!! FRANLETTA REUNITING!!! I so love everyone saying goodbye and then the episode afterwards everyone is so happy!!!! It’s so fun!

2x61 - Every fucking scene of this episode makes me laugh seriously go watch this episode

2x64-2x65 - This is only for the karaoke shenanigans alone

2x67 - LEONETTA’S TURNING POINT THEY’RE GETTING CLOSER AGAIN AAAAA

2x72-2x75 - Madrid plot Madrid plot Madrid plot Madrid plot Madrid plot

3x28 - Singlehandedly one of the few funny Roxy arc episodes. Also Ludmila thought Franletta were making out in the aquarium

3x30-3x31 - All the scenes at the wedding are so fun <3 and Ludmila and Violetta being stepsisters

3x35 - I love the show they put on <3

3x48-3x49 - The Franletta reconciliation arc <3

3x64 - Leonetta being absolutely silly and stupid and it’s so funny

3x77 - Priscila’s last episode! Everything starting to wrap up slowly! CAMILA AND NATY SUPPOSEDLY KISSING OFF SCREEN!!

#violetta

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prolifeproliberty · 2 years

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Reminder that the U.S. public education system was intentionally built to produce compliant factory workers, not to educate citizens.

There is no “reforming” the system without completely rebuilding it from the ground up.

The Founding Fathers wanted publicly available education so that the citizenry would be educated, literate, and critical thinkers. This is not what we gave today.

Children are shuffled through an assembly line in batches based on age, not ability or achievement. They are taught to respond to bells telling them when to start, when to stop, when to take a break, when to eat, and when to go home.

Fixing this system would mean reimagining it. There’s no way of doing that on a large scale, and even local examples of schools trying “innovative” things seem to still be fresh paint on a house with a rotten foundation.

To start with, children should be moving at their own pace in each subject. A 10-year-old child could be further ahead in math and further behind in reading, and that’s okay. They would work with students of their same ability level for each subject.

If a child is spending too long at one level of one subject, they may need more one-on-one support from a teacher who specializes in that area. They definitely should not be just passed through for the sake of graduating “on time.”

You might say “aren’t schools already doing this?” Not really. You might see schools with accelerated or remedial math classes, maybe even reading. But those are half-measures, and kids are still pushed forward without being ready - because they “need to graduate.” Not to mention the kids that are held back because “we don’t have a program past x level.”

The trouble begins in Kindergarten. Kids are expected to meet certain standards before moving on - a level of proficiency with letters, numbers, and some basic reading skills. Kids who are “a little behind” are pushed forward - after all, kids learn at their own pace, right?

Then in first grade, the kid who was “a little behind” is not ready for the first lessons, and gets frustrated and confused. Imagine trying to learn addition when you don’t really know your numbers. So now the kid who was a little behind is now quite a bit behind, but likely not far enough to ring alarm bells for intervention.

Now in second grade that same kid is a whole grade level behind - but that’s within tolerance levels for our current system. Maybe there will be an intervention teacher popping in a couple times a week - which helps when she’s there, and doesn’t help when she’s not. She would come every day, but she’s busy with the 4th graders preparing them for the state test.

Then in third grade - because the kid has to move on with his peers to avoid “social problems” - he is now 1.5-2 years behind his classmates. Now the teacher is concerned - remember, it’s new teacher every year who spends the first couple months getting to know the kids and getting beginning of the year data on their academic levels. The teacher is told to provide intervention or accommodation for some period - in my experience, 6-8 weeks - before any further steps can be taken. The teacher also has 10 other students with needs in different areas, and the chances of her keeping up with 6-8 weeks of intervention for one kid, taking usable data, and keeping track of that data - is low.

So the kid goes on to 4th grade. Now we have standardized testing (this of course varies by state - my state actually begins this in 3rd grade). The beginning of the year assessment scores are alarming - NOW the kid gets intervention. Maybe testing. He’s diagnosed with a learning disability. Maybe he has dyslexia, maybe it’s an “unspecified” learning disability - and now he should get services.

But now he’s 2-3 years behind. And worse, he has given up. He spent the last 3-4 years knowing he was “behind” - he feels dumb. His peers are smarter then him, he thinks. No matter how hard he works, they’re ahead - some of them seemingly without even trying. School is easy for them. So the interventionist pulls him out of class 3 times a week to work on things his classmates learned 2 years ago. He does what’s required - maybe his intervention teacher offers incentives like stickers or tickets for prizes. But he has no desire to work on this beyond what he has to do. His classmates ask why he keeps getting pulled out.

All of this comes from a failure to address the small delay in Kindergarten, and from the lack of a system to address his individual needs and support his teachers who are overwhelmed by other similar stories.

What you end up with is kids getting to my history class in 7th grade, reading at a 2nd or 3rd grade level. Worse, you get kids graduating from high school reading below an 8th grade level - but they get pushed through anyway.

A better system would look something like this:

Before starting school, kids would take a pre-test to determine where they are in reading and math already - some kids come to kindergarten already knowing how to read basic words, others are still learning their alphabet.

Kids would be placed in groups or classes based on their current ability for each subject. They would move ahead to the next level only when they had passed their current level - not when the “school year” ends.

Kids would graduate when they were ready - maybe “early,” maybe “late,” but always with the actual knowledge and skills they’re supposed to have.

Here’s the challenge: this method is harder. It’s hard to manage on a large scale. It’s more complex.

You know where it works?

In a small community school or homeschool.

We keep wanting to “fix” our bloated, massive, national public school system. Even on a state level, no agency can really manage the education of millions of students.

Even thousands of students is too many for one single system.

The ideal situation would be neighborhood schools, a couple hundred students max, each operating in the way that makes sense for their students and the families they serve. Funded and supported by the families that send their kids there - and decisions made by that community.

Guess what - you don’t have to wait for this to magically happen on its own. You also don’t have to “vote the right people into office.”

Creating this system starts with families, and it’s already happening - they might be called micro schools or homeschool co-ops, but they’re popping up all over, more so now in response to how public schools mismanaged the COVID situation.

Some parents are homeschooling entirely. Others are doing most learning at home, and signing kids up for “a la carte” classes in certain subjects. Others have their kids entirely in a micro school, “learning pod”, or other private school that meets their needs.

As far as voting goes, is there a policy that would help?

Yes. It’s called School Choice. Tax credits that allow parents to spend their kids’ education dollars where they make sense.

Bottom line: get your kids out of public school, and take a good long look at what your individual child needs. Then find the school, co-op, or homeschool curriculum that meets those needs. It might be your kid’s own personal blend of available options. It won’t be the same for your neighbor’s kid, or even for your other children.

Your job as parent is to make those decisions for your children. Stop giving your parental authority to the state.

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