#it's special to him

[streamsofstardust]

if i see ANYONE talking negatively about danny's tattoo i will not hesitate to throw down

[kiruamon]

Teacher-AU Part 2!

We are slowly approaching the core of the AU!

Yay!:D

First, some more general facts again:

As a teacher Oz usually wears a tattered cloak, tidy pants, a simple shirt and mostly sturdy shoes, but sometimes sandals, too

As one of his students suggests that he should dress more modernly, he orders a few new things from his current paycheck

For orders Oz mostly uses the school computers and has the packages delivered to the school grounds

His first order includes a yellow sleeveless vest, white shirts and, for old times' sake, a yellow cardigan that matches his former size so he doesn't wear the cardigan in front of his students

Oz tends to hide his face with the hood of his cloak when he gets embarrassed

At the beginning of each school year, he keeps his phobias hidden from the new classes

They help him to keep an eye on the class when his back is turned or when he otherwise faces away from the class

This way it is hardly possible to cheat or make trouble without being caught by him

He doesn't mind if someone sleeps during his lessons as long as it doesn't disturb anyone

Once his phobias become known, he shows them more directly and lets them help him in class. The little guys regularly hold up miniature classroom materials or re-enact events being described by Oz.

After spending several years teaching school classes, the inevitable day arrives that Oz - with a pounding heart and mixed emotions - had longed for all this time. A new school year begins. A school year that would feel different from all previous ones. Oz is torn between the desire to look for his old friends and to fall around their necks or to hide from them. Of course, he knows they won't recognize him. To them, he would just be a weird stranger. Despite the years of preparation, he is terribly nervous on this first day of school as he stands at the front of the classroom blackboard waiting for it to fill with the students of the new year. And with faces all too familiar to him. Oz decides to stick to his role as teacher for now and try to decide what to do later.

During his lesson, Oz announces to the new students that he has no problem with them sleeping, eating or drinking in his classroom as long as they don't disturb anyone else with it. After a small introduction round, he uses the rest of the hour for a first history lesson.

"Since there are certainly some of you who are already thinking about not coming to my class next time in order to pursue other activities... let's use the favor of the hour while you are all still present to teach you something!" Instead of choosing one of the dry topics that bores every high school student to death, he had already decided some time ago to start with the great war of the houses, which had taken place 5000 years ago, in the new era. Thankfully, his former acting skills from the theater club were not too rusty yet, so that he could use them to perform at the highest level of narration. Instead of a boring lecture, it was much more like an exciting story, which Oz gave to his students. He inserted important and above all interesting quotations and connected facts with easy-to-remember incidents by describing them in an exciting and pictorial way. Oz kept his explanations simple without leaving out deeper background factors for those students who might want to go into more detail. Just then, he reached the climax of his lecture. The upcoming final duel of the two remaining generals, who faced each other with their blades in the all-important battle, when he fell silent and the ringing of the school bell sounded. "Oh, it looks like you've made it for today. Well then, please don't forget to start your break on time!" With a wide and slightly cheeky grin, which was reflected in his eyes under his hood, Oz grabbed his teaching materials and left the room first in line. Only to find as quickly as possible a quiet place where he could calm his nerves a little. They were there. They were there! Tightly squeezed between two shelves in the storage room, he held his hands in front of his mouthless face. Vicky sitting there excitedly anticipating the upcoming lesson, Liam typing away on his cell phone, sure to send some snarky post, and Miranda with her serfs taking notes for her from class. Oz felt like he was being overwhelmed by his own emotions. Joy, sadness, despair, relief, frustration, happiness, helplessness, pain. It was pure chaos. He had hardly dared to look at them directly. It seemed like a miracle to him that he - probably thanks to his routine of several years - had somehow managed to hold his lesson as usual. But now he felt drained and so, so confused. And yet, one particular thought kept popping into Oz's head louder than any other. They were alive. They were alive and well. Tears of relief streamed down his face. He could truly see them again. Hear their voices. Talk to them.

As the week progresses, Oz sees more and more familiar faces in his lessons, in the hallways and on the school campus. Every time he sees them, he is torn between disbelief that his long-awaited wish has come true, but also the crushing feeling that he can't just simply entrust himself to one of his old friends. He doesn't want to scare them off or to be seen as crazy. So he holds back, as difficult as it is for him, sticking to his current role as a teacher and hoping that maybe by doing so he can first build up trust before trying to tell anyone about what he has been through.

Little fun fact along the way.

Oz gets along quite well with Coach, even if he doesn't always approve of his somewhat over-committed and dangerous training methods. But he's glad to have the open-hearted gym teacher around, with whom he can at least chat about trivial things. Sometimes Coach invites him for a training session, which Oz doesn't always accept, yet sometimes he does. After all, a little variety in his limited daily routine can't hurt that much, right? (Oz regularly regrets this decision after the joint training session.)

So, this time it was a bit shorter, but don't worry there are still a lot of details I want to share about this AU!:D

[hansoeii]

The Doctor!

[suiheisen]

rattling the bars of my cage screaming for bread

[greykolla-art]

Charlie: “I’m so glad my most villain-coded friend is at full power again! 🥰💕”

*throws this to you angst goblins like raw steak* ❤️

(No I will not do a part 2!❤️)

[buggachat]

I'm so so obsessed with this absolute freak

[chloesimaginationthings]

At least Matpat lives on in the FNAF universe

[kentopedia]

nanami kento, who hates dating, and didn’t do much of it in his early twenties. but now, he’s almost thirty, watching all the people he works with settle down, have kids, and he thinks he wants that. so he might as well try.

so satoru sets him up on a few dates — friends of friends, he calls them. and at the end of every one of the dinners, kento goes home empty, exhausted, because he knows what they want is not the same.

still; he thinks maybe he’s being a little self-destructive, maybe too picky, maybe he just got so used to being alone. with satoru’s insistence, he gives all the women another call, invites them over to his apartment.

the first time was a disaster… kento had barely set the dinner on the table before his cat had hissed at her, scratched her down the arm in a thin gash. and though it did draw blood, it was hardly enough to warrant that reaction.

he didn’t even try to stop her as she picked up her bag and left, huffing like she’d been morally offend. kento, though, could only smile to himself in amusement.

because maybe kento was a poor judge of character, a man who was secretly hoping nothing would pan out — but his cat could certainly tell the good from the bad.

it became a little game to him, after that. seeing if anyone could win his pet over, and if they could, perhaps they were the one. his darling animal was a fickle thing anyway. a bit too defensive, quick to bite anything threatening after years on the streets.

naturally, no one came back twice.

he was close to giving up, accepting his solitude because he was tired of empty conversations over dinner. but then, he ventured out over the weekend to a new coffee shop, during hours he normally didn’t spend out of his home, and met you.

though you only talked for a moment, kento felt like maybe he’d known you in a past life. a part of him thought maybe it was strange, the way he kept coming back to talk to you, catching you at the end of your shift to see if you wanted to grab a coffee sometime.

by the second date, kento started to think you could turn out to be his best friend.

by the third date, kento wondered if soulmates were real.

on the fourth date, almost two months later, an appropriate time to get to know someone when you were as reserved as kento, he invited you over for dinner. it was, perhaps, the final confirmation he needed to let himself be with you.

he let you through the door, smiling softly as you told him about the book you were reading, and hung his coat on the rack. a moment later, you stopped, distracted, hands covering your mouth in a gasp.

“kento! she’s the cutest cat i’ve ever seen, you didn’t even show me pictures!” you exclaim, and, a few feet away, crouched down. “look at her pretty eyes…”

“careful,” kento said, “she’s not very—“

but the cat approached your outstretched hand, sniffed once, before letting you scratch her under her chin, purring loud enough for kento to hear across the room.

“shes such a sweetheart, you told me she was mean!” you smiled, making a cooing noise as you threaded your fingers through her fur. “kento’s a liar, isn’t he… you’re so precious.”

a few moments later, she snapped her jaw at you in a biting motion, and you only laughed, withdrawing your hand. “alright, i get it, i won’t bother you anymore.”

though she still brushed against your legs, just as she did kento’s, and seemed to communicate some sort of message to him.

“do you want any help cooking?” you ask, tucking your hair behind your ears. “i’m a disaster in the kitchen, but—“

“sure,” kento said, his chest tightening as he blinked back at you, only in his apartment for minutes and already looking as at home there. he wondered if it was possible to fall in love so quickly. “but only if you want to.”

[martyrbat]

batman: odyssey (2011) #6

remember only one of them actually went to med school and got their degree and it is NOT the man dressed as a giant bat !!!

[diadraws]

*knocking on mlb fandoms door* what if theyre dating as civilians but are rival supervillains who wanna steal each others miraculous to make the wish. and they fucking ahte eachother. where are you going come ba

[porrigens]

ryuji kisses for kiss ryuji day!

[junotter]

Part 2 of my modern avatar au, The Gaang (part 1)

[breesperez139]

Dc x Dp Prompt #6

“I’m a twin”, Damian said one night. He could feel the narrowed eyes of his family drilling holes on his back in disbelief. Not that he could blame them. Damian had never so much as implied being raised with a companion, much less a sibling.

“I had a brother”. Damian paused to recollect himself. He had not said his brother’s name out loud in over 8 years.

“His name was… Danyal”. Damian hated the way his voice wavered, but he could not help it. Danyal was everything to him, his other half. Their heart beat as one and when one heart stopped beating, the other one died with it. At least until his family put his heart on metaphorical life support without ever realizing.

“Where is he now?” His father asked, voice filled with knowing grief and a hint of betrayal. It had in fact been 6 years since Damian first showed up on his doorstep.

“Up there”. All eyes shifted towards the specific star he was pointing to. “Right before he died, he promised me he’d guide me from the stars. Unfortunately, the stars are not visible in Gotham, so my brother is unable to be of much help unless I leave the city.”

“Your brother is Polaris, the North Star?” Tim questioned warily, most likely in attempts to not offend him. Damian was aware of how stupid it sounded, but Danyal had promised, and his brother never broke his promises.

“Yes. Danyal is with the stars now, just as he always wanted”

[wu-does-art]

thinking about Nico adjusting to letting himself miss and long for the people he loves. based on these bits from the sun and the star:

" As Nico and Will followed the trogs, he thought about how much he missed Hazel. He was learning to make peace with that feeling. It was okay for him to miss people because that meant he wanted them around in his life. That idea was *very* new for him- he was used to either pushing people away or watching them recoil from his presence." *

" That was the most surreal thing of all... Was he happy? Nico wasn't very familiar with the sensation, but he couldn't deny that he felt wonderful in Will's presence. He even longed for the son of Apollo when they were apart. A funny thing had happened as the two grew closer: Nico suddenly understood all those cheesy, sappy love songs he'd always hated."

[khayalli]

I'm Dubbing today as Mikey day, actually, so here's some tactical-esque Mikey. He's fun!!!! He's a fun guy to draw!!!

[wispscribbles]

WISP WWIISSPP your retired ghost art is making me lose my minnnddd 😭😭😭😭 that man NEEDS TO BE SMOOCHED!!! but also do u think you will ever do a close up one day of retired Soap?? 🥺🥺🥺 it's just when I look at ur designs of retired ghoap it makes my heart feel like it's wrapped up in a soft, warm blanket but no pressure to draw him obvi 💖💖 hope u have a good day :3

aaAA thank you friend !!!! You're always too kind <333 and I actually tried doing a matching Soap for retired Ghost originally, but my art just didn't want to art for that one - so you're getting more of a doodly scene of the oldies