#not AU-fitting but always fitting to LEG OUT (TM)

[s-dei]

the bride and the ugly ass groom

[justabeewithapen]

How did you come up with Smitten as Jester? What is your thoughts process behind choosing these monster types for the voices?

I want to suggest making Cheated into a masked with a constant tragedy/angry face, but idk if that would fit with your image for the AU (or if it's even a good idea in general lmao)

Is it too silly to admit that my entire thought process has been fully vibes? When I was figuring out Smitten I literally just thought about his vibes and decided he was either a Thumper or a Jester. I poked my friend and we agreed he was a jester, but both of those monsters just have the energy of loveblind fool!

Same process for everyone else really. TLQ looks like a Bracken, ofc Princess is Jeb monster, Narrator just checks out as a masked (though in hindsight it works out even better because he is like an echo of someone who is already dead as a masked). Hero is just a guy(tm), Contrarian needed to be able to talk to be friends with Hero also Masks just have sassy vibes, Opportunist is very annoying and absolutely would pick your pockets. Stubborn was going to either be a Thumper or an eyeless dog, but I committed to Thumper because eating your own legs is pretty hard core. Cold deserves a gun frankly. Paranoid Coilhead and Hunted spider were both vibes as well. I am not,,, fully committed to Broken hydogere but honestly he is kinda a blob guy. I’m sorry it isn’t more interesting!!

While a super fun idea I am actually trying to avoid doubling up any species! Contrarian and Narrator both get to be masked so the former can piss off the latter djdkfjf. Honestly I am almost considering making Cheated a Baboonhawk (I hate Baboonhawks 😭) because of the angry screeching noises they make at you and how it sounds like they’re always complaining. I also was deliberating on Skeptic Eyeless dog, the sightless thing checks out but I am iffy on having him so big!

Again I wish I had better answers for you!!! Genuinely thinks just sorta clicked into place, you know?

[barrenclan]

Main cast’s partner Pokémon/ Pokémon team?

Aughh, don't tempt me with a good time. You know what? I've had a difficult night and you asked for it. Prepare for FULL AU TIME.

This is set in Hoenn, since Ruby & Sapphire are my favorite games, but I'll be selecting Pokemon from all generations.

Pinepaw - The main character. 15 years old, setting out on his first solo Pokemon journey! He's on the trail of his uncle and grandmother, who disappeared from their hometown three months ago. Maybe it has something to do with the strange group that's been lurking around lately, Team Defiance...

His team: Buizel, Electrike, and Natu

Cormorantpaw - The rival. 16 years old, already bitter and full of anger at the world. A bit like Silver, you could think of him. He's quiet and mysterious, and always annoyed at running into Pinepaw again. But over the game, perhaps he begins to open up a little. What's with this kid?

His team: Murkrow, Poochyena, and Starly

Slugpelt - Pinepaw's mother. Of course she's there in the start of the journey, to see Pinepaw off. But after some time she begins to get worried about him, and after her daughters try to run away, she comes along to protect them as they chase after Pinepaw.

Her team: Mawile and Mismagius

Asphodelpaw - A haughty, snarky trainer. She likes to enter beauty contests, but throws a fit if she loses. Secretly, she's pretty worried about her brother, but would never let anyone know that. She only catches Pokemon she thinks are pretty or cute, and takes extremely good care of them.

Her team: Purrlion, Chikorita, and Petilil

Daffodilpaw - A bubbly, cheerful trainer. She loves to do Pokemon battles, but isn't very good at it. Still, she's a good sport. She was stung by a Skorupi when she was very young, and lost the use of her leg because of it. She's always fond of Pokemon that others think are "weird" or "ugly".

Her team: Numel, Shroomish, and Eevee

Egrettail - A sad, mysterious trainer who puts up a shockingly difficult battle. She appears several times throughout the journey, and you eventually learn she knows Cormorantpaw. And she seems to know quite a bit about Team Defiance...

Her team: Skarmory, Combusken, Herdier, and Scolipede

Rainhaze - Pinepaw's disappeared uncle, who sparks the journey. He was a kind man, one who loved to play with his sister's kids and helped out a lot around the town. Now he's gone, and no one knows what happened to him.

His team: Clefable, Zorua, Corsola, and Nincada

Nightberry - An old lady along the journey, who lives with her wife Cypressfoot and sells you TM disks and berries. However, you can battle her if she asks. She may make a cryptic prediction about your future.

Her team: Xatu, Chimecho, Swoobat, and Alakazam

Deepdark - The big boss at the end of the journey. A terrifying, cultlike man who seems more than willing to get his hands dirty. His moves are very unpredictable.

His team: Winter form Sawsbuck, Midnight form Lycanroc, Persian, Sandslash, and Dusknoir

[fox-guardian]

thinking bout an au that's just "s5 but Tim is there"

He cracks jokes throughout the apocalypse

He gives his own thoughts on the moral dilemmas (ex: "Jon smiting that thing was so cool" "NO IT WA- well it kinda was, actually, but NO THAT'S BAD PROBABLY")

Tim apocalypse fit. He probably thinks "yeah I watched zombieland, it's close enough, right?" and goes for a vaguely zombie-apocalypse look with arm and leg duct tape and stuff. Also gloves because germaphobe Tim rights

This obvs implies he survived the unknowing and also made it through s4 so Jon and Tim finally get some bonding time FINALLY

Additionally: Tim and jon comparing scars and Tim going "twinsies"

Also end!Tim perhaps??

Tim mocking Martin mercilessly for sitting on the extinction couch

There's a running gag that when Martin and Tim leave Jon to do his statement thing, they always come back with Tim saying some outrageous stuff like he just finished a weird story (ex: "...and that's how I nearly got drowned by a squirrel")

Maybe he decks out his cane a lil bit for Apocalypse Travel (cane user Tim rights)

Apocalypse Hair(TM)

Safehouse time with Tim

thank you that is all I can think of rn

[postmodernbeing]

Shingeki no Kyojin Headcanons: 104th training corps (College AU - Outfits pt II)

Part I | College AU HCs

Part II of the outfits/aesthetics headcanons - College AU that would (kinda) be included in the oneshot I'm working on.

IMPORTANT: I do not own Shingeki no Kyojin nor the trend of this outfits-displays, only this HCs belong to me. // Contains spoilers (for the icons that I used in some characters) // English is not my first language, so I ask for your patience and understanding.

Historia Reiss

She has a huge wardrobe and so well organized by color, textures, and sizes. From halter tops to maxi dresses, our queen really dresses like one.

Forever in love with skirts and dresses with patterns and/or pastel colors. But don’t get confused, girl has range.

So, one could see her wearing monochromatic ensembles one day and the other, she’s all dressed up with some bright color pieces matching a patterned shirt.

Also owns a vast collection of jewelry and accessories both original and classy. And let’s not forget the shoes: sneakers, heels, boots, sandals and cute little anklets to match. I swear she can make crocs look boujee.

Contrary to what people think, she doesn’t support fast fashion industry. Aware of her privilege, she knows she has the money and time to buy from small businesses and keep herself trendy.

Last but not least, and kind of clothing related: Historia loves taking Ymir to thrift shopping dates and later go eating at some indie cafeteria. The lifestyle is also part of the outfit, alright?

Ymir

Her wardrobe consists in comfortable clothes and not giving a fuck. All her clothes give Rockstar lesbian vibes (stan this queen). Her designated color palette is based on dark shades, so it’s a real contrast between her outfits and Historia’s.

Loves combat boots and her wasted Converse TM, although her favorite pieces from her apparel are bomber jackets, coats, sweaters, and hoodies.

Ymir also wears a fair amount of stainless-steel accessories, mostly chunky rings and chains. Moreover, is common to find her listening to music, therefore, earphones are a fashion statement really.

Speaking about must-wear, this girl likes to paint her nails black but due her anxiety she tends to scratch the painting off so it gives this grunge look (don’t romanticize this fellas).

Historia would suggest her some trends or give her advice about color, but being honest, Ymir has a very well-defined style at this point.

Now, about her dress style: She won’t dress like a metalhead nor grunge (at least not intentionally). And she wouldn’t define her style as dark, it’s just what it is.

Reiner Braun

He wears lots of denim in jackets and jeans but also owns a couple of dress pants that combines with beanies or simple caps. Also, has plenty of plain simple shirts that fit his strong body.

Reiner usually wears opaque shades of all colors. Another fact, he’s not a big fan of patterns unless we’re talking about sweaters. He also wears jackets yet avoids cardigans and hoodies.

A very important thing to know, Reiner has a lot of gym clothes, he works out daily so don’t be surprised.

Most of those clothes are joggers, pants, shorts, and t-shirts that look as if he ripped them off or something.

Actually, a lot of his clothes look like they’re about to be ripped apart due his huge ass pectorals (please, Reiner, let me rest gently on your pecs). Just kidding, his whole wardrobe fits him perfectly.

Finally, if Reiner had to define his style in a sentence, he’d probably acknowledge that he gives the impression of a rich a-hole, but really, Rei just likes to be comfortable and presentable at all times. So, rich white guy it is for now.

Bertolt Hoover

Bertie is that one friend that always carries a cardigan or sweater just in case, also because he tends to lend his clothes if a friend of his is in need. So thoughtful, our big baby.

His wardrobe is amazingly well organized, and its color palette is unmatched. Lots of blue, brown, beige, white and black.

We know he’s tall enough to call everybody’s attention every time he enters a room. And being as shy as he can be, he avoids brilliant colors or striking pieces. Instead, he chooses simpler outfits.

Bertolt follows this formula every time: pants, shirt, sweater. Everything clean and discrete.

Now if we must talk about his shoes, Berts prefers some white sneakers or modest dress shoes. He wouldn’t say he owns a vast collection, rather, he keeps a fair amount for different occasions.

No tattoos nor piercings. Speaking of which, it’s so rare to see him wearing any accessories at all. Maybe he'll carry with him an analogical clock, and that's it. Although if someone gave him a friendship bracelet you can be sure he'll wear it all-the-time.

Annie Leonhart

Lots of denim for her jackets and jeans. Hoodies, bands merch and graphic t-shirts.

Her clothes’ color palette has range but nothing too pastel or colorful. Instead, she gets all the opaque version of the pieces she likes.

Not that Annie hates dresses or skirts, it’s just unusual for her to even think about wearing them. She prioritizes being comfortable, and tight/short clothes can’t provide her that feeling.

Hates slim clothes unless it’s a tank top or something similar. She just prefers oversized hoodies and mom jeans. Also, if Annie can avoid skinny pants, you can be sure she will.

Owns a fair amount of gym clothes because she also likes to train but most of the times, you’ll see her running around campus, really. She’s a simple woman with simple pleasures.

Annie is the personification of ‘looks like she could kill you, is an actual cinnamon roll’, from her attitude to her clothes. So beware, for she’s the queen of looking rude with her chains around her belt, and her ring to match but don't let her fool- holy shit, that thing can actually stab someone. As I was mentioning, such a sweet gal, isn’t she?

Hitch Dreyse

She can make it boujee with so little effort (and money), lemme tell you. Wears her clothes with such an attitude and class. Hitch's an actual wine-mom, or aunt maybe? she gives those vibes.

People have the impression from her style, that her parents are rich, but nothing could be further from the truth. It’s just that Hitch knows how to dress. (Also, we know that for a fact sis has a scholarship, okay?) ANYWAYS,

Miss here is forever in love with white and baby blue. Owns plenty of jeans but also dress pants and culottes that wears with blazers or shirts that make her look like a princess with a diversity of fabrics such as satin, silk-alike texture, and cotton.

Hitch is the queen of heels. Although she hates very high ones, she rocks shorter heels and walks in them with little to no effort. Or at least looks like it. All of her shoes are classy yet unique.

Now, let’s talk about her collection of accessories. Hitch likes her jewels in gold and only buys signature pieces: rings, earrings (for her four lobe perforations, two in each ear) and necklaces, of course. Yes, it is gold but in modest designs. Sounds fair, right?

Marlowe Freudenberg

Our big boy in here thinks that he should look presentable at all times since he’s the Chief Editor of the History student’s academic journal at Paradis’ Uni. Not that he cares a lot of his appearance, really.

And that’s actually cute because he puts effort into his outfits. Marlowe would be one of those straight guys that are hygienic and know how to dress and has no fragile masculinity.

Cologne is a must and part of his attire just like handkerchiefs are, because at the same time, he was raised to be the classic gentleman TM.

Marlowe dresses in all colors; he can’t choose a favorite one or a never-changing palette. He’s aware of season colors too and plays that at his wardrobe favor.

Yet for his outfits he’d follow few simple rules: oxfords (cleaned), dress pants (somewhere between slim fit and straight leg), some polo/dress shirt/cotton thing-y for top and a sweater / cardigan / blazer if season demands it.

Finally, our favorite student-editor spends some time of his routine shaving his face and styling his hair, albeit wouldn’t consider himself a vain guy nor full of himself. Lowkey expects Hitch to notice his appearance. Such a sweetheart.

[yoongisbars]

quest of omission | myg (3)

summary: The war between kingdoms was starting and being Freywind’s highest ranking Captain, you would always be there to defend your people from the treachery of Woodwind. There’s just one problem: their best killer, The Silence, and his insufferable ability to make your heart race with both loathing and yearning. And now, on the verge of death after an ambush gone wrong, you both have no choice but to keep each other alive.

pairing: myg x reader genre: enemies to lovers au | knight!yoongi au | future angst? fluff? | drabble series word count: 1.9k parts: 3/_ | 1, 2 cw: prolly aggressive animal encounters ??? note: ah yes, finally: The Silence Content TM- its kinda short ? but i hope its decent yOinks;;; 

        It was probably due to the unknown adrenaline subsiding, or the scuffle with that guy, but after some time to gather your senses, you started to notice just how scuffed up you really were as you felt the bruises forming on your skin… It wasn’t after a few touches to your forehead that you realized what was dripping down your face earlier wasn’t just water.

        The light leather wrapped around you had seen better days, it was only a casual set of armor, meant to just protect you from a punch or two. Not protect you from the aggressions of nature. There were tears here and there, but it could last you another week, or at least until you found a way back to Freywind.

        You had been debating your next move for a while, still planted in the same spot. The only time you got up was to take back the blade that was kicked from your grasp. Using its tip, you drew lines across the ground over and over, each a second that passed. But that failed you and you lost track of the seconds and patience, latching the blade against your other thigh, for safe keeping. It was a miracle it was still banded to you, but you did pay good money for its holster.

        The night was still, too dark to tell if time had passed, too dark to tell when the sun will rise again. It was getting colder, and you were getting hungrier, but waiting safely for sunrise seemed like your best bet. Daylight would offer much easier travel through these woods once it came.

         A grumbling noise in the distance started to set off your unease, and you thanked the heavens’ Atlas’s sword had managed to stay on him after all his body went through. You drew it from its sheath slowly as the sound of running steps grew closer, taking your stance. The desperate Woodwind man appeared first, running towards you. ‘A surprise attack?’  He gave you little time to react as he grabbed you by the arm and dragged you running along with him.

“Bear!” His shout came late, as you had already turned your head back to look at the 4-legged beast running behind you. It fueled your legs to move quicker.

“A bear?! Why would you piss off a bear?!” It was a stupid question you didn’t want the answer to, but this was infuriating. He always almost cost you your life.

“Oh, I thought getting chased by a fucking bear would’ve been a great nighttime activity!” He shouted as he looked behind him. Whipping his face back quickly, his expression was cold, yet… Panicked?

“What is it?!” You tried to look back at the creature chasing you, but the pale boy running next to you forced your head forwards. “Don’t look. Please, don’t look.” His opting for a gentler tone, the request paired with it, and the sudden lack of a bear running up behind you… Force unsettling thoughts into your head… ‘Alone, but together…’

        After a few solid minutes of running, you settled your pace by a giant sequoia tree. The pair of you huffed and heaved, desperate for air. It wasn’t every night you got chased by a bear. “Are you okay?” He gave you a concerned once over. You were thankful that your flushed face couldn’t be noticed under the nightly shade.

“I was fine. Until you came along with that bear in tow. How on earth did that even happen?” You were frenetic, and it was understandable. Not only were you in the middle of nowhere because of Sir Endless Dilemmas, but now you were stuck with him too.

“I walked into its den by accident,” He exclaimed with a large breath. “and it seems I wasn’t quite welcome.” All you could offer was a scoff which he returned with a shrug.

         Leaving was the only plan of action you had burned into your mind, because standing with him for another second might just give you an extreme case of the hives. But, the only “refuge” you had, was probably a bear’s play area by the sound of his voice while running. And with the knowledge of such large creatures in the area, you didn’t want to risk encountering another. And by the Silence’s expression, neither did he.

“Listen, I know we’re not on the best of terms, or any terms at all, but look at the facts here.” He starts counting off with his fingers. “We’re stuck in the middle of the woods, no food, no water, no shelter. I don’t expect you to stick around, but your odds of surviving are better off with me.” His eyes traveled everywhere but to your face, you could tell his discomfort, but towards what? “You can go back to trying to kill me once we’re out, but if you plan on surviving long enough to do that, I suggest cutting the crap and staying together.” He extended an open palm towards you, “Truce?” Did he expect a handshake? “I’m Yoongi.” You eyed his face, then his hand, then his face again. Shaking his hand meant possibly signing away your soul to the actual devil. You did not want to be stuck with Yoongi. This was a death sentence. But…

        It seemed like he didn’t expect your hand to ever reach for his, so he put it back down before you even considered it. It left you with a strange bitter feeling which you quickly brushed away. “Y/N…” You crossed your arms and huffed in stubborn surrender. Water still pooled all around, 2 or 3 inches you estimated. You eyed around for a dry enough shelter, but the reservoir released so much that it was almost impossible for anything to be dry. Yoongi had the same initiative as he gave the tree a roundabout, before calling out to you.

“I think this will work.” You circled the tree, feet sloshing about, to see what he meant. You found Yoongi heading into it. Its roots were raised, causing the tree itself to be elevated enough from the water. Its trunk was a giant hollow hole, visibly dry, that could easily fit 3 people, decent for two people that need as much space in between them as possible.

         Getting engulfed by water and cast over to wherever you were, witnessing your friends become corpses, getting chased by a bear, and having to spend the rest of the ungodly night inside a sequoia trunk with Yoongi was enough to have your body turn on you. It seems being soaked in cold water during a cold night wasn’t the best way to stay in top healthy condition.

         Only a few minutes after getting in the shelter, your uncontrollable sneezing and coughing fit started. Yoongi had been busily trying to get a fire started inside the shelter, raising your alarm quite a bit since you were inside a tree. But the space was a decent enough size upwards that the fire wouldn’t catch it, and he kept its perimeter small, it would be just enough to get you warmed up, dry both of your clothes enough and not burn the tree down. After a while of trying, the fire finally came to life. Trying to focus on anything but Yoongi was harder than it sounded. Your eyes traveled between the fire, your hands, his armor now laid on the ground, and on occasion: to him. With his chest plate off, all you could try to not focus on was how his shirt perfectly hugged his physique. Resting against the back of the trunk and staring outwards in silence, he evoked a strong presence. Despicable… How calm he looked amidst things was odious, it was almost as if he hadn’t faced the same hardships as you.

Lethargy started to creep up on both of you, the silence of the night was abhorrent and not doing you any favors. Yoongi was quick to doze off without a worry, but you tried being resilient. You weren’t going to allow yourself to fall asleep in the same space as him. Constant, like a mantra, you repeated to yourself that he’s the enemy. He could not be trusted.

         Morning arrived unannounced that day. You didn’t remember at what point of the night you finally succumbed to sleep. Or when Yoongi put out the fire. Or even when your body, giving up from the cold, desperately searched for the nearest source of warmth and nestled itself against the one you couldn’t bare be in such proximity with, as if your life literally depended on it. So, when you woke up to the soft sounds of snoring atop your forehead, accompanied by the warmth of his cheek, you wanted nothing more than to push yourself off him and rid yourself of his touch. But your body wasn’t listening. Instead, it stayed, taking in undeniably the most comfort you’ve ever experienced. How could the vilest man you’ve ever met, be this gentle ‘giant’? It didn’t add up.

“You know,” His rich velvet voice, hummed through his chest. “you can get off at me at any given point, right?” You hadn’t noticed he was awake, much less that he was looking at you this whole time, and like you, relishing in the moment. In a panicked state, your closed fist connected with his ribcage as you moved away, releasing a low groan from deep within him. “Sorry.”

         Wrapping your arms around your knees, you stared at the ashes in front of you. You felt hot, even if the fire was long out and Yoongi’s body was away from yours. A fever was boiling beneath your skin, and undoubtedly so considering the perils your body had to endure during the past night. The walls of your head pounded like the heavy drums from court festivities, bringing forth a painstaking reminder with each thump. You were ‘alone’. No clue as to where Taehyung could be, or anyone else for that matter. And no absolute idea how to move forward. Sick, on an empty stomach, and with detestable company.

“You’re worse than I thought.” Fingers brushed across your forehead, softly pushing your loose hairs back. Slowly, your eyes opened just enough to find a pale face staring back blankly. “I’m going to try and fetch some food and water. You stay here.” Yoongi, with boots strapped in place, grabbed for the nearest weapon. You were fine, or at least that’s what you wanted to believe. You weren’t going to stay behind and depend on this arrogant being. So, you pushed yourself off the ground and onto your wobbling legs. Whatever you ate would be brought by your hands. “Y/N, stop.” Placing a steady hold on your shoulders to keep you in place, Yoongi let out an annoyed sigh. “You’re sick. You need to stay and rest.” You tried pushing his arms off, but weakness got the better of you, forcing him to tighten his grasp, lest you fall over.

“Just, trust me. I’ll get food and come ba-“

         Words were brought to a stop as both of you whipped your heads upwards. Leaves ruffled and branches creaked with thuds. On impulse, Yoongi got out of the trunk sword in hand. You mustered the strength to follow suit, it was best to be prepared, not knowing what lurks around.

From above the sequoia, a lithe and able body jumped down with practiced grace, the sudden presence caused Yoongi to wrap his arm around you, placing himself between them and you, his sword readied at the suspicious person. You needn’t no protection by the likes of him, but your feeble body was thankful for it. As the lithe figure came into full view, he cocked his head to the side and spoke.

“Yoongi? Is that you?”

[xantchaslegacy]

MtG Month of the Ship Day 24 - College AU

(This one’s a bit rambling. I meant to focus on Ashnod/ Tawnos as a follow-up to the coffee shop AU, but some dinobots slipped in~

Also, as with the other AUs, Aminatou is here for continuity, NOT as part of a ship)

“Psssst, Duck!”

Tawnos turned just in time for a crumpled piece of paper to bounce off of his nose. A few of the other students laughed at his nonplussed reaction. Ashnod winced internally. She’d meant to hit him on the shoulder, but he was sitting six rows ahead of her…

Professor Pashiri cleared her throat. “If the lovebirds among us could possibly spare their attention for another few minutes, I would just love to finish this lesson.”

Ashnod blushed. Why did that Tawnos have to sit so close to the front of the class? And why hadn’t that nerd picked up her note?

He at least waited by his desk once Pashiri ended the lecture. Ashnod had fully collected herself by then, and plopped down in the seat behind him, doing her very best cool-girl sprawl.

“Are you free Saturday?”

“I’m helping Urza at the shop.” Tawnos turned around in his chair to talk to her directly. The auditorium seats were definitely not designed for that, and he looked adorably awkward trying to fit his leg along the back of the chair. “He wants to test out delivery drones for the Café, so I’ll be pretty busy.”

“Busy cleaning coffee off of your customers?”

“Probably.”

Ashnod leaned back and put her boots up on the back of Tawnos’ chair. “Drones, huh? Does that mean you aren’t coming to visit me at my internship anymore, Duck?”

“I, uh…I doubt Kayla will actually want to use them outside the store itself.” Tawnos was trying to meet her eyes, but kept glancing at the soles of Ashnod’s shoes. “But Xantcha is taking over deliveries for the weekends, so…yeah. I won’t be free most of the day.”

“So you’re free that night. Perfect.” Ashnod unfolded the piece of paper to reveal a rough design for a dragon construct. “I need your help for a robotics club project.”

“What sort of project?”

Ashnod grinned. “We just got a new budget approved by Dean Tocasia. She wants us to build an animatronic of the school mascot for commencement.”

“Oh, cool!” Tawnos frowned. “Wait, how are you going to do that in time? Isn’t that half a month away?”

“Yeah, that’s why I need help.” She nudged his shoulder with her boot. “Are you in?”

“What about your roommate? Doesn’t she do that professionally?”

“Saheeli? I already asked her.” Ashnod crossed her arms. “She’s said she was busy. Had to go to a poetry reading or something like that.”

“For half a month?”

Ashnod shrugged. “She’s got it bad for one of the English majors. Probably won’t be free until May.” Ashnod held up her fingers and started counting off. “Jhoira can only help until May, and then she’s going on a study trip. Teferi inexplicably has the time to help but doesn’t have nearly enough technical expertise. Professor Karn said he can provide us with any equipment we need, but that it’s supposed to be a student-work project only.”

“Ah.”

“I mean, everyone can help out a little though! If we pull this off she’ll double the club budget for next year and we can buy all sorts of cool stuff for our next project!”

Tawnos pursed his lips. “That does sound fun…but I need to study for Professor Mairsil’s test after work on Saturday. Need to get my grade up or I’ll lose my scholarship.” He shrugged. “Sorry Ash. Maybe the week after?”

“Yeah, sure.” Ashnod managed a smile. “Uh, good luck with the drones.”

“Thanks. I’ll stop by the club workshop after my shift with some coffee.” He hopped over the edge of his seat and pecked Ashnod on the forehead. “Text me if you want any pastries or anything.”

She poked Tawnos in the side. “All the pastries. Say high to Xantcha for me, Duck.”

** ** **

 Ashnod threw herself on the bed as soon as she got back to her dorm, burying her face in a loose pile of blankets, sweaters, and disarrayed sheets. She let out a muffled groan into the pile.

"Rough day?" Saheeli called from the closet.

Ashnod turned her face to look at her roommate. "Frustrating." She frowned. "I thought your poetry thing wasn't until tomorrow.

"I-I want to have something nice picked out!" Saheeli flushed. "Besides, this might be for something else."

"Naaaaah." Ashnod grinned and sat up on the bed. "This is definitely preparation for preening. What are you gonna wear?"

Saheeli stepped sheepishly out of the closet and gave a small spin. She was wearing uncharacteristically dark colors: an olive button-up, black jeans, and a designer hoodie that zipped up in the front. The bohemian-ness of it all was loudly offset by the gold filigree up the front of her boots.

"Huh, well I don't actually know how poets dress but I guess that's close to what I would have imagined."

"Do I look good though?"

"You always look good, this is just...off-brand for you.” Ashnod's eyebrows shot up and a gleeful smile split her face. "Should I be asking who you're going to see?"

Saheeli mumbled something under her breath.

"Sorry, who now?"

Huatli!"

Ashmod blinked. "Waaaiiit, the girl who's always wearing those vaguely suggestive dinosaur t-shirts?"

"N-no!" Saheeli waved her hands in front of her chest. “I mean….well, maybe.” 

Ashnod rubbed her chin. "Yeah...the one who came to your tech talk on the quad last week, right? She's definitely got her eye on you."

"Um…what?" Saheeli was turning redder and redder shades of brown.

"Please, she was all over you, and the talk clearly wasn't her thing."

"She's...she's just really friendly."

"Hmmm, let's see if we can make her even friendlier." Ashnod rolled off the bed and peeked into the closet. "Here." She grabbed another hoodie, this one a crisp white, and cinched it around Saheeli's waist, letting it drape down over her backside.

"Great, now I look like my mother," Saheeli muttered.

"No, this is good, you look cool." Ashnod stepped back to admire her work. Well, more of a her and Saheeli's mother collaboration. "Huatli seems like a rugged type. I'm sure she'll appreciate your, uh...toughness."

Saheeli turned, considering the look in the mirror. “You’re being very helpful. What’s troubling you?”

Ashnod frowned. “Well, it sure feels stupid to say, but boy stuff.” She leaned up against her bad and sank to her knees “I want to spend more time with Tawnos but he’s been super busy since Kayla hired him. Now I only ever see him in class or whenever he’s delivering donuts or coffee to the Brotherhood Labs.”

“Did you ask him about the mascot thing?”

“Yeah; there’s just not any time between the shop and studying.”

Saheeli closed the closet door and squatted down next to Ashnod. “You could do go do your studying at the shop? Maybe just make googly eyes at him? I don’t know exactly what someone would want to do with a boy.”

“Nah, the job is important to him. I don’t want to distract him.”

“Well, that just leaves studying then.”

Ashnod tilted her head up to appraise her roommate. Huatli would definitely be stuck on Saheeli after tomorrow night.

“You know, you might be on to something.”

** ** **

 Ashnod arrived at the workshop the next afternoon with a sketch pad and a new set of charcoal to start schematics for the animatronic. She had settled herself at a desk and was halfway through designing the wing-joints when she heard a clatter from the storage closet.

“Tezzeret?” She stomped over to the door and pulled it open. “You better not be skulking around here again after last ti – oh….”

A small girl has sitting cross-legged in the middle of the storage space, playing with a glowing Powerstonetm battery. She was leaning up against a strange machine Ashnod did not recognize.

“Hey there, kiddo.” Ashnod loomed over the girl, hands, on her knees. “How’d you get in here?”

The girl smiled up at Ashnod. Her face was painted with several golden-brown butterflies. “I’m waiting for my friend. Are you waiting for someone?”

“Um…yeah, I guess so.” What is…Ashnod’s eyes went wide as she realized what the girl was sitting up against: a tall humanoid construct with several gun turrets where its head and shoulders should have been.

“Why…why don’t you come with me, kiddo.” Ashnod offered her hand. You can sit and draw with me until your friend gets here.”

The girl shrugged and took Ashnod’s hand. Ashnod gave her some spare sheets of paper and they sat together making drawings until late in the afternoon. The girl wouldn’t give Ashnod her name, but was otherwise very well behaved.

“What’s that you’re drawing?”

The girl held up a sheet of paper. She’d scrawled a surprisingly detailed figure of a tall, dark-skinned man in blue robes on it. “My friend Teferi! I haven’t seen him in a long time.”

“Oh…he said he’d be here before it got too late.” Ashnod looked at the clock. “I’ll call him.”

“That’s okay.” The girl went back to her drawing. “I’m having fun!”

** ** **

  “Ashnod?”

Her head popped up off the desk, trailing a thin string of drool. Luckily she’d moved her completed sketches out of the way before passing out on the work table.

“Hnnn…Duck?”

Tawnos was there, smiling down at her, and smelling like the most wonderful thing in the world. Ashnod reached her hands out, and he placed a tall cup of coffee in it.

“Hmmmm, boyfriend and caffeine delivery. What a time to be alive.” She looked around the rest of the room with a frown. Where was the girl? Had she imagined her? Had Teferi come by to pick her up?

“Hello to you too.” He kissed her hair. “Those sketches look great…I might have some spare drone pieces that you could use for the struts.”

“Sounds like Urza’s project went well.”

“Yeah…” Tawnos lifted another sheet to inspect it and caught sight of the other papers underneath, with class numbers written across the top. “What, um…what’s this?”

“I…thought we could study a bit together.” Ashnod patted the spot next to her on the workbench. “I put together my notes for the etherium and watersilver unit and I thought…if you needed to spend the night studying…maybe you could use some company?’

Tawnos smiled, and slid his backpack off onto the ground.

“Sounds perfect. And I brought us some study fuel as well.” He set a huge sack of donuts, eclairs, and muffins down on the table between them. “Will that be enough, you think?”

Ashnod pulled him down into her lap and pecked his cheek.

“For now.”

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[scarheaded-ferret]

Drarry Highschool/Summer Au

Pt. 2 is here

So basically this is an American high school summer au where Harry and Draco are childhood friends with some added wolfstar dads lmao. This has legit no plot, it’s just some highschool meme dorks in luv

I’m still in school for three more days and all I want to do is go down to the shore. Enjoy some uhh meme boys?? (I added a link for the one vine reference

Draco and Harry are in Junior year rn

***

Harry groaned and buried his head in his arms on top of the desk. Why Mrs.Widlow wanted to continue to give them work on the last day of school was beyond him. He began to zone out and fall asleep as she droned on about biological ethics. Just as he neared falling into a deep sleep, someone began to poke at his right elbow insistently.

Harry huffed and turned his head to face Draco, who was glaring down at him.

“C’mon Potter, we need to answer these questions,” Draco shoved Harry’s arms out of the way so he could put the paper in between them.

“It’s the last day of school Draco, the last day!” Harry cried as he settled back down, this time with his head on his left arm instead of both. Draco flicked Harry’s forehead and chuckled lightly at his grimace.

Harry groaned and, with his head still rested on his left arm, picked up a pencil with his right. They went through the questions, which varied from Would you use hair from your dead pet to make a clone and have a second Rover, or let dead dogs stay dead? To- If you could pick which genes to give your child, would you make them perfect or let them be born naturally?

The bell rang and Harry scrambled to pack up his things. He caught Draco laughing at his hasteness and shoved him lightly as they made their way out of the classroom. He and Draco parted ways at the ramp on the 200 hallway, like they always did, as Draco had Algebra 2 and Harry had Spanish for 8th period.

Harry managed to get past the intersection of moving students and made it through the long hallway that lead to the 300’s. He huffed out a breath as he entered his Spanish classroom, it was always hotter in the 300 hallway and Senora Vernandes’ classroom was no exception.

After 40 grueling minutes Harry finally finished his classes for the day and met Draco in the front so they could take their bus home. They grabbed a seat towards the front, setting their bags down on their laps. Draco always sat on the window seat, and once the bus jostled into motion, Harry let his head fall on his best friend’s shoulder.

***

“Fucking finally!” Harry shouted as they stepped off their bus for the last time that year. He grinned at Draco who rolled his eyes in turn. They made their way up the cobbled hill to Remus and Sirius’ house. They had custody of Harry ever since his parent’s death, and took in Draco after Lucius kicked him out for being gay in freshman year.

Harry unlocked the door with his key and the pair made their way inside. Draco walked over to the couch and curled up at the end of it. He placed his head in his palm as he watched Harry call for Padfoot and Moony. Harry laughed as Padfoot all but tackled him, and he ran his hands through the dog’s soft fur. Moony soon followed, and pawed at Harry’s leg. Harry scratched the cat behind it’s ears, causing Moony to purr.

It was then that his Uncle Remus walked in, and he sat down on the armchair opposite to Draco’s couch.

“When are you two leaving?” Remus asked. Harry looked up from Moony and gaped at him dramatically.

“We barely got home, Remus, you don’t wanna spend time with your godson before he leaves for the whole summer?” Harry said. Remus smirked.

“I’ve spent almost every hour of your 17 years of life with you, I can go two months without,” Remus said, grinning as Harry grabbed the nearest throw pillow and chucked it at him.

“We’re leaving tonight at 6,” Draco told him. Moony then jumped up on the couch and curled into Draco’s lap. Draco idly petted the cat’s back as he watched Harry play with Padfoot.

“If you two fuck up my car I’ll fuck you up,” Remus warned. Harry snorted, causing Draco to chuckle.

“There’s the man I know and love,” Sirius said as he entered the room, he moved to sit on the arm of his husband’s chair. “Aren’t you two supposed to be at the house by now?” He murmured from where he had let his head rest on top of Remus’.

“Draco if I didn’t know better I’d say they wanted us to leave,” Harry gasped, mocking disbelief.

“Observant as always, Potter,” Draco replied flatly.

***

“What kind of Ramen should we get?” Draco held up the two packages of flavored Ramen for Harry to see. Harry was sitting cross-legged on the floor of the convenience store, scrolling through his phone as Draco looked through the shelves for food to pick up for their trip. It was a two hour drive down to the shore, and there was little food stocked at the summer house.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy,” he replied. Harry looked up at Draco and grinned, quickly snapping a photo of him. He had a pair of sunglasses atop his head and was clad in a soft-looking t-shirt and black jeans. Harry himself was in an oversized Aerosmith shirt and sweatpants. Draco sighed, and continued to hold them up for Harry to pick.

“I’m not even going to try to understand what that means,”

“It’s from that one video, you know- where the news anchor asks the kid and…” Harry trailed off when he realized Draco wasn’t listening and had started to put packages of chicken flavored ramen in their grocery cart. “Ugh, you never understand my references,” Harry groaned and let his head fall back against the shelves he was sitting against.

“Vine died last year Harry, let it go,” Draco said, but he was smiling softly.

“Never!” Harry laughed, he then held up the phone and began to record. “Look at this walking meme- Draco, show the people the stance!” Harry cried and Draco laughed. Draco slouched slightly, put his sunglasses over his eyes and did a peace sign.

“Boy” Draco said, enunciating the “y”, and soon Harry was overcome with fits of laughter. He saved the video and stowed his phone in his back pocket. He then stood and helped Draco stock their cart with food. After a five minute fight over adding another bag of Doritos, they bought the groceries and walked back to their car.

With all of their food, plus a copy of Homeward Bound on DVD, stowed in the trunk of Remus’ 2005 Honda Pilot, the two continued the drive down to the shore.

***

“Harry where did I put my headphones?” Draco asked, rifling around the bag in his lap from where he sat in the passenger seat.

“Uhh… glove compartment!” Harry shouted upon his realization. Draco set his bag down on the floor of the car and opened the small compartment. “You find it?” Harry asked. He turned and realized that Draco’s face had flushed a bright red stark against his pale face, Draco was stuttering and he quickly shut the glove compartment.

“Er… Draco?” Harry asked hesitantly, he pulled the car to the side of the road and parked it.

Draco stuttered again and made a sound that sounded like a half-laugh and a half-sob. Harry opened and reached into the glove compartment and pulled out the first thing his hand came in contact with. He held up the object and all but screeched. The condom had a ribbon tied around it with a note that read:

I’m sick of watching you two eye-fucking. Harry - Draco likes you, and Draco - Harry feels the same, so just fucking do it all ready Remus is being harsh but be safe!! We love and support you both :) - Love, Sirius and Remus.

Harry didn’t think he had ever blushed that hard in his entire life until that moment. Despite the humiliatingly awkward situation, Draco surprisingly burst out laughing. Harry’s mouth quirked up as he watched Draco’s eyes crinkle up slightly in a way they almost rarely did. Draco snorted and soon Harry was overcome with laughter too. The seemingly ridiculous situation was too much to bear.

Their laughter eventually died down and Harry held it up, eyeing the condom speculatively. He then turned to Draco and gave him a shit-eating grin.

“You like me! And Remus is never wrong, I learned that the hard way- aww Draco, you like-” Harry couldn’t finish the sentence as he was shoved harshly by Draco.

“Just for the record, you like me too, Potter,”

“Potter now is it? To think I was gonna ask you to be my boyfriend. God, Draco how you wound me” Harry pouted and Draco glared at him for a moment, before abruptly leaning in and kissing him briefly. Harry stuttered and collapsed back into the seat.

“J-j- you- oh my god,” Harry’s mouth was agape and he was blushing as violently as before as he stared in shock at Draco. Draco was smirking, but he was blushing as well.

“Did I just break you?”

Harry made a strange gurgling noise in response. He worked his lip between his teeth before turning and facing Draco again. He studied Draco for a moment, and Draco gave him a worried look. Without warning Harry reached up and grabbed the back of Draco’s neck before pulling him close and kissing him. The kiss was longer than the first, and more heartfelt. Harry pulled back slightly after several moments and smiled softly at Draco, who smiled in return. Draco lifted and arm and wrapped it around Harry’s shoulder, resting his forehead on Harry’s.

“Never thought we would get together like this,” Harry murmured.

“So you knew that this would happen inevitably, then?” Draco asked, smirking slightly.

“Yup,” Harry whispered, kissing Draco on the nose.

***

Might do a pt. 2 but idk, I gotta return my school laptop tm so it’ll be harder to write (ps but sorry for lack of content!!)