#office home and student setup

[mrrharper]

Gamer Night

Ari and Mike were laying on Ari’s bed, bored out of their minds. After getting lunch at one of their favorite spots and taking a long walk through the city in the still hot September sun, they were exhausted. After coming back to Ari’s house they fell on the bed and laid there for about an hour. Thankfully no one else was home, which was not a given. Both guys were broke college students who benefited from their family homes being close to their campus. Mike was an only child, but Ari had a nosy younger brother who was set on disturbing his brother’s relationship every chance he got. Fortunately he was away on a school trip and Ari’s parents left for a few days to visit their office in New York, leaving their oldest son home alone.

Mike slowly turned on the bed and looked at his boyfriend, then groaned quietly.

“God, I need to change my position” he slowly forced his body into a sitting position, balancing on the edge of the bed. “It’s not dark outside yet, we need something to pass the time and laying on the bed won’t cut it for me, I’m afraid.” Ari looked at him and stood up next to the bed. He had to admit Mike looked hot int hat moment, his shirt unbuttoned, exposing his flat stomach and barely visible abs. 

“Sure.” Ari grinned at his boyfriend and grabbed his arm, then pulled to get him standing. “Any ideas?”

“It’s your house, you need to come up with something.” Mike responded, then yawned.

“Sure.” This time Ari’s response was less enthusiastic. He left his bedroom and stood in the middle of the corridor, thinking. “We could cook something?” He shouted back towards his bedroom.

“We’ll burn the kitchen before we make a single edible thing and you know that.” A reply quickly came back.

“Oh, don’t you dare insinuate such things about me. I’m perfectly capable of doing stuff in the kitchen.” Ari rolled his eyes. “I dunno…” His eyes wandered to the entrance to his brother’s room, the door slightly ajar. This gave him an idea. “Hey, you wanna play something on Jason’s PS5?”

“Your brother has a PS5?” Mike stuck his head out of the bedroom he was still in, clearly interested. 

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” Ari smirked in response and opened the door to his brother’s room, letting Mike inside.

“Holy shit” He heard Mike’s reaction instantly “What a setup!”

“Yeah.” Ari entered the room and saw his boyfriend amazed at Jason’s gaming setup - a few consoles, a gaming PC covered in LEDs, all connected to a giant TV hanging from the wall opposite the bed. “The perks of having your parents work in finance, I guess.”

Mike, with his mouth still basically on the floor, moved to the side and looked at Jason’s giant games collection. “That’s… a shit tome of games, it’s insane.”

“That’s the reason he basically never leaves this room” Ari walked up behind Mike and put his chin on his partner’s shoulder. “You see anything interesting? Cause I have no idea what I’m looking at.”

“It seems your brother is a big fan of COD.”

“Of what?” Ari groaned “I need to put up a sign at the entrance - no gaming slang in this house.”

“Call of Duty. Your brother is a big fan of Call Of Duty.” Mike laughed “At least, I assume he is, cause he has a whole shelf filled only with every edition of COD there is.” He pointed and the shelf close to the floor and Ari had to agree with Mike. It was all Call Of Duty. While he was distracted, looking at hall the game boxes, Mike bent down and Ari, still leaning on his boyfriend’s shoulder, lost balance and almost fell down.

“Hey, watch out, gamer boy!” He said after he sat on the floor to be on the same level as Mike, who only laughed and patted Ari on the head.

“You’re gonna be fine” he said and picked up one of the games form the collection. “Huh.”

“What is it?”

“This” Mike put the box in front of Ari’s eyes “I don’t recognize this one.”

“Call Of Duty: Cyber Warfare II” Ari read the title on the box aloud. “Eh, doesn’t ring a bell.”

“Yeah, isn’t that exciting? Your brother has somehow got access to a brand new, possibly unreleased game. And we can play it right now!” Mike was clearly excited and he quickly got up to the console and put the in the game disc.

“Wow, this thing still uses discs?” Ari commented as he sat down on Jason’s bed, which also functioned as a couch.

“I guess so.” Mike joined Ari on the bed, two controllers in his hands. He handed one to his boyfriend and waited for the game to load.

“Didn’t expect to spend the evening learning all about your secret gamer lifestyle” Ari laughed.

“I mean… it’s not like I’m a fanatic or anything, but games allow me to relax form time to time.”

“Sure thing Mr. Gamer, now tell me what to do.” Ari waved his controlled in the direction of the TV, where the starting menu was displayed.

“Yeah, I think we should start with the tutorial first. Get you used to the controls and stuff.” Mike chose the appropriate option and they waited for the training stage to load.

They spend the next few hours in front of the TV, Mike trying to teach Ari the basics of playing a shooter with a controller. It didn’t go terribly and after a while both were ready to move on front eh tutorial, so they played a couple stages front he campaign and even tried to get into an online match, but the servers were not working, which made sense - the game was most likely a special pre-release copy and the infrastructure was not yet ready.

Both guys ended up falling asleep, first Ari after he put his head on Mike’s lap “for just a moment”, with his boyfriend following not long after. They slept while the game was still on, the glare from the TV not disturbing them in any way.

Ari opened his eyes. Then he closed them again. Something was not right. He blinked a couple of times. Where was he? Certainly not in his brother’s bedroom where he was sure he fell asleep. He was… what was this place? He didn’t recognize it, and it seemed like his eyes were playing with him because every object seemed to have this weird sort of texture. He looked around. It was some kind of deserted area, a forest in the distance and a bunch of old buildings and car wrecks in front of him. What the fuck was— Oh god! Wasn’t this the tutorial stage format he game he played with Mike? Ari turned around to make sure. Yeah, this was the exact same place!

What was happening? Why did it seem like he was transported into the game world? And what did he have to do to wake up form this bizarre dream? Ari looked down and sure enough, he was wearing full combat gear that he recognized form when he was playing the game with Mike. 

He started walking around the area, wanting to make absolutely sure this was indeed the tutorial stage. And all signs pointed to one answer - yes. Walking itself felt weird, not only because his body didn’t feel quite “right”, but also because this avatar was higher that Ari was. And bulkier, the avatar was certainly bulkier. Ari stopped for a moment and looked at his new body again. He put his arm in a flexing position and his eyes widened as he saw the bulky muscle moving under the uniform.

Ari was suddenly transported to a different side of the building. He wanted to move and continue his exploration, but he couldn’t. His body was stuck in some weird idling loop, moving the weight of his body form one leg to another, and checking on the rifle he was holding once in a while. It was hell, not being able to control his own body, instead he was stuck looking into the distance.

After god knows how long, something happened. Another avatar appeared in front of him. It was another soldier, but with visibly less gear than Ari. The other character looked around. Ari tried to say something to get his attention, but he wasn’t able to. He then realized there was a tag above the other avatar’s head. “Player”. Oh shit. Ari tried to look up, to see if he also had a tag above his head, but again - he could not move, stuck in that stupid animation loop.

The player slowly walked closer to him and suddenly Ari’s body moved to a different position and he felt his mouth moving.

“Come on, rookie. You gotta move. We have to take that target!” This was not his voice. It was low and rugged, nothing like Ari’s highish pitch. The player’s avatar nodded and started moving towards the building. After a moment Ari’s body started moving as well, turning around and walking behind the player. When they both entered the building Ari’s hands put his rifle close to his face and pointed it forward, constantly scanning the space around him. It didn’t take long for Ari to realize that he was the NPC that was leading players through the first tutorial stage. 

Mike slowly opened his eyes with a loud yawn. He then stretched his arms, which felt weirdly sore. He thought for a moment why would that be. Oh right, he did an evening workout yesterday. Huhuhuhuh, he was suck a dumbass sometimes. He raised his arm and flexed his beefy biceps, because why the hell not, he was a fuckin' hot brah. He then sniffed his pits. Damn, he reeked. He must have forgotten to get a shower. That scenario made more sense when Mike realized that the TV was turned on, with the main menu of one of the Call of Duty games was on screen. Mike chuckled and looked around for the controller. He must have decided to try out the new game only to fall asleep before he even got to the first stage. 

With the controller now back in his hand Mike decided to shower later and choose the “New Game” option in the menu. A character creator appeared in front of him, but Mike didn’t care about that stuff, he only wanted to shoot some bad guys, so he didn’t change anything in the avatar that appeared on the screen, eager to just play.

Finally, he was transported to the first real stage of the game. He groaned when he saw the words “Tutorial Stage” appear on the screen, but then shrugged and started playing. An NPC was running alongside him, sometimes giving him basic advice about how to use his weapon, how to sneak, how to change rifles. It was all stuff Mike knew form years of playing shooters like this one, so he ignored the one-liners form the gruff soldier and he quickly captured the target and moved on to the next map, quickly forgetting about the boring-ass tutorial mission.

Ari reached the end of the tutorial stage and turned towards the player. This took way less time than Ari remember it took him and Mike to get through this stage.

“Good job, recruit. You’re ready for the next mission.” Ari, or rather the NPC that Ari now inhabited, growled at the player. The other avatar then froze and disappeared quickly after, probably having been teleported to the next stage. Ari meanwhile was now alone in the ruins, but he regained control over his body. He used this opportunity to explore his new form. He was wearing full camo, a tactical vest with a ton of gear attached to it, a radio antenna sticking out next to his arm. He was holding a rifle and had access to a handgun, that stayed in a holster attached to his leg. But Ari focused most on the bulk that he was now carrying. Having been a proud twink before all… this, it was a change to now inhabit the body of a ripped soldier. He very quickly got used to it though and found himself flexing his various newly acquired muscles, loving the way his uniform bulged as me moved his arms and legs.

Suddenly, Ari froze and was then transported back to the beginning of the map but he saw no player avatar next to him. He was once again stuck in an animation loop, this time a mix of checking on his gun, looking around and flexing his arm. Though as time passed and there were no players in sight, Ari began to worry that maybe something went wrong. Maybe the game glitched and he would be stuck in this spot forever.

Then he hears a weird, robotic voice. Debugging algorithm activated. He didn't know wiat direction it was coming from… or maybe it was inside his head? He couldn’t say for sure.

His body suddenly froze in the middle of an idling animation, his arms stuck holding his rifle in front of him. Ari tried to move, but he was unable to. He couldn’t speak, move even one finger or blink. What the fuck was going on?

Then he felt a sharp pain on the back of his head as if someone injected a needle inside his skull. It felt terrible, but he had no way of stopping it. He was now at the mercy of the game.

As he waited for something to happen he realized that his mind became awfully quiet. No random thoughts about his jacked arms, no desperate planning on how to escape this nightmare, nothing. He was just standing, waiting for something to happen. This alarmed him, but before his anxiety could escalate, the voice spoke again. Operator TR#001067 requires additional reconditioning. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Was the voice talking to him? Ari had no idea what was happening and… wait.

Wait wait wait.

He suddenly realized he couldn’t remember his name. How the fuck could this be? He was… his name was… he…

Operator TR#001067. That was his name. But was it? It didn’t sound like—

Operator TR#001067. Yeah, that was certainly his name. His ID number was right there.

His mind was then flooded with clear memories of countless different scenarios for the tutorial stage, every possible player choice now ingrained in his head. At the same time, his memories of everything that happened before, of his family, his house, Mike, it disappeared behind a thick fog. He still felt like he was not where he was supposed to be but—

Of course he was exactly where he was supposed to be. He was... he was... it was.. Yes, it was—

Another player spawned next to Operator TF#001067, activating its dialog. The NPC turned around and faced the newcomer.

“Come on, rookie. You gotta move. We have to take that target!”

[megu-meow]

how I met your mother - Gojo Satoru

dad!Gojo x fem.reader

Summary: I recently found out that many TV series and other Manga/Anime are canon in JJK - How I Met Your Mother included - and I couldn't stop thinking about how Gojo would re-enact the thing after watching it. Moreover, all of you deserve some teeth-rotting fluff after that horrifying manga chapter. Enjoy!

"Why am I here?" Megumi asked with irritation laced through his voice as he sat down on the couch, beside the two white-haired rascals he calls his siblings.

"I'm gonna tell you guys the story of how I met your mother!" Gojo exclaims as he sits on his desk chair, in his office at Jujutsu Tech. The desk usually sits in the corner, right beside the window, but now is pushed in front of the couch, so that he can sit face to face with his children, the setup similar to the one in his recent favorite American TV show, How I Met Your Mother. The only difference is that the whole scenario is not played in his home office, but the one at his actual workplace, because you declared your home a Jujutsu-Free Zone.

"Gojo-Sensei..." Megumi sighs as he starts rubbing his forehead with annoyance "I was five when the two of you got together, I heard the story of how you two met a million times, this is not new to me." he explains as three sets of cerulean blue eyes gawk at him from all directions.

"Mama..." the two-year-old girl sitting on Megumi's left puffs with a ridiculously adorable pout on her face as soon as she hears the mention of her mother, and the five-year-old boy on the other side of the couch whiffs the air aggressively with the plush sword his father was forced to buy him on their way to the school.

"I know, Megumi, but this is a special occasion, you're gonna sit through the whole thing again so that you can experience this amazing fairytale with your beloved siblings." the tall sorcerer explains and his attention turns to his beloved daughter, Munchkin as he refers to her. The little girl slowly climbs into Megumi's lap, the boy instinctively helping her settle down as he embraces her lightly from behind, tickling her sides, and the room is filled with childish laughter. His son, or as he refers to him, Nugget, drops the toy from his tiny hands and huffs in annoyance, suddenly jealous of his sister's ability to gain the undivided attention of his favorite person, his older brother. "Now, all of you pay attention."

It was his first day at Tokyo Jujutsu High. Given his extravagant upbringing, Gojo Satoru was a self-centered douchebag with a horrible attitude. He first met Geto Suguru, the only friend he ever claimed he had, the dark-haired sorcerer with a warm smile and polite demeanor, the polar opposite of him. The two formed an unbearable duo and as soon as you walked into the classroom with the three first-year students, four months after the school year began, you knew you had to keep yourself as far away from the boys as possible. You became good friends with Shoko though, the two of you had plenty of common interests and your personalities were similar as well.

You tried avoiding Gojo at all times, you thought he was irritating based on his behavior in class and his rude comments behind your back, ones he whispered to Geto, making your dark-haired classmate laugh obnoxiously. However, Your efforts to stay as far away from him were proven to be useless when Yaga paired the two of you for a mission.

"So, why is a clan princess like you avoiding the strongest sorcerer of her time? Didn't your family tell you about the power and influence my family holds over the jujutsu society?" he asks you cockily and you chuckle dismissively at his words.

"I'm not a clan princess, Gojo! On the contrary... I come from a family of non-sorcerers and I was an outcast my whole life because I kept seeing things that others couldn't." you said as you kept hitting the curse with sharp daggers that you wielded in the air with your cursed technique "And I don't care about your power or your privilege, because I'm only here to help others." you make your point even clearer as you throw your last dagger with extra force, exorcising the curse without breaking a sweat.

"And that was the moment..." Gojo begins to explain to his overly bored children, but Megumi interrupts him.

"... when you realized you wanted to pursue the only girl that ever gave you attitude, a.k.a. Y/n. We know, it's getting boring."

"Don't roll your eyes at me, Megumi! This is an amazing story about the two people that raised you. Show some respect!" Satoru exclaims with an offended expression and Munchkin hides her face in her tiny hands, thinking that she is the one who is being scolded, trying to hide from her father's light-hearted attempt at discipline.

"Papa, can we have Splendid Sushi?" the white-haired boy asks, boredom evident from his facial expression.

"Nugget, you just ate before we came here." Satoru pouts, clearly disappointed in his kids.

"I know, I'm still hungry."

"I'm gonna wrap this story up quickly and we can go eat after." he gives in, a sad expression on his face.

After that moment you shared on your mission, Gojo changed. He was still annoying and arrogant, but he tried acting like a decent human being around you. In one instance Suguru explained that the remarks they exchanged with each other were making fun of Yaga-Sensei, not you. He felt the need to clarify that after Satoru complained to him about how much you seemed to hate his guts.

These things shed a different light on Gojo, you noticed how he was very attentive when it came to the small details you shared about yourself when the four of you first years were hanging out. He also ensured that you got home safe whenever you went out as a group and he even gave you his jacket so that you wouldn't catch a cold.

He also started complimenting you, your looks, your advancement with your technique, and he thoroughly enjoyed how you blushed every time he called you sweetheart or any other nickname he came up with on the spot. However, you were stubborn, even more challenging than some curses he fought.

"I'm gonna wife you up one day, sweet girl! Even if it's the last thing I do." he whispers into your ear as your head is resting on his shoulder while you're being driven home by an auxiliary assistant from a challenging mission. He thought you were sleeping, but you could hear his muffled words and your lips curled into a slight smile. Because Satoru was good, kind-hearted, and loving in his dorky, obnoxious way.

"Papa, where is Mama?" Munchkin asks with tears in her eyes, clearly distressed from the long period of time she had to endure without her Mama. And the only thing Satoru can do is get up from his chair, walk towards his little baby and embrace her with his strong and bulky arms, trying to comfort her, because he knows exactly how terrible it feels being away from you. He coos at her lovingly, kissing her chubby cheeks and he sits back down to continue with his story. He also puts out his hand, using blue to fetch a pink fluffy blankie he keeps in his office. Megumi rolls his eyes at this, he finds it annoying how Gojo uses his techniques so unnecessarily.

A month after Satoru's not-so-secret confession, at Nanami Kento's birthday party, it happens. Your first kiss. For the most part, the party goes terribly for both of you. He is standing in a corner, drinking seltzers orange soda furiously as he observes how a third-year is trying to hit on you with cringey pick up lines that make Gojo want to throw up. You seem uncomfortable with his advances, but Satoru doesn't intervene, because he has no right to. You two are not dating, you are just very close friends. Nothing less, certainly nothing more. However, as that idiot steps closer to you and you try to bring an end to his flirting, Satoru observes the deep discomfort in your eyes and the twirling of your hands, trying to wield some glass shards with your technique from the broken bottle spilled onto the floor. He decides to intervene, and with a single clap of his hands, he's beside you, his fingers slip into yours, stopping you from using your technique, knowing that using it without permission on school grounds could get you in trouble. The third-year leaves instantly once Gojo arrives and there you stand in front of the white-haired sorcerer with thankful eyes.

"Thank you, Satoru!" you say and from the many shots of sake cups of tea you had, you gain a newfound courage within you to get on your tiptoes and kiss his cheek. Or so you think, because in the last moment, he turns his head and your lips land on his. It's a short kiss, basically a peck, but the sobering reality of the consequences of your actions hits you like a train.

"I'm sorry, that was a mistake..." you mutter and you run out of the party, leaving him there disappointed.

After that, you don't talk to each other for two weeks. Gojo tries in the beginning, but you stop all of his attempts because you are too ashamed of your actions. After a while he becomes petty himself, claiming that it's for the better and saying the two of you wouldn't have lasted in the first place. He does it in the usual Gojo fashion, making sure that you hear every word leaving his mouth. He wants you to hurt just as much as he is, but as soon as he spots the puffy, red circles under your eyes, he regrets ever being mean towards you.

"Dada, why you make Mama cry?" the toddler in his lap looks at him curiously, her lips in a pout, clearly disappointed with her father.

"Hey! That's not true, Mama made me cry first, Munchkin."

"You never cried in your life, Gojo." Megumi intervenes and if Satoru could kill with his Six Eyes, he would annihilate the Fushiguro kid right now.

"Is the story over, Papa? You said we'd go to Splendid Sushi after." Nugget whines once again and Satoru knows he has to finish up soon, otherwise, his son is going to throw a tantrum.

Satoru rushes into the medical ward upon hearing the news. You went out on a mission alone and you were brought back by Yaga himself, on a stretcher. He doesn't know any more details than that, but he's frantic. As soon as he spots you on one of the disgustingly hard hospital beds, being treated by Shoko with blood running down your beautiful face, Satoru is standing beside you, holding your hand. You are unconscious, but it doesn't matter, his six eyes tell him that your cursed energy is stable, you have been knocked out, that's all.

"Step aside for a second, loverboy, I have to heal the cut on her arm." Shoko says with a smirk and Gojo steps away hesitantly, watching carefully as your scars slowly disappear. The healer leaves the room as soon as she finishes and Satoru is quick to return to your side, his fingers laced with yours once again.

"Gojo?"

"Am I not Satoru anymore, sweet thing?" he asks disappointedly and your mouth curls up slightly. You could have died, but he's still hung up on the way you addressed him. You look down at your hands, not able to respond. You don't quite know what you two are anymore. "I was really scared, you know? I cannot lose my favorite girl this soon, otherwise I would go insane."

"It's not a big deal, Satoru..."

"But it is...Don't you get it?! I love you." he confesses, he seems furious, but his eyes glisten with the utmost adoration "It's you, it's always been you. The one who keeps me grounded, the one that makes it worthy to be the strongest, because all this power is meant to protect you, sweetheart. So please don't ever go two weeks and four days without talking to me and for the love of god, please don't go out there on reckless missions without me because I don't want to hear about you coming back on a stretcher ever again." he brings your hands up to his lips, kissing them gently and you swear you can see tears swelling in his precious eyes.

"I love you too, Satoru." you reply, your voice barely a whisper. He's shocked, for a second, the next he's leaning closer asking for permission to kiss you properly. You grant it to him and he unites your lips in a long-awaited kiss, one that seals the fate of the rest of your lives, without even knowing it.

"That day, in the hospital ward of Jujutsu Tech, I promised my classmate, the girl I fell deeply in love with, that I would protect her no matter what. That I would love and cherish her with all of my might till the end of my life. I promised her that one day I would marry her, when I went back home with you, Megumi, and told her I was planning on raising you at eighteen, while she simply agreed to help me all the way, no questions asked. Three years later I vowed to her that I would be beside her in sickness and in health. When you rascals were born, I promised I would take care of her and you guys with all the energy I have. Deep down I knew from the moment she stepped into that classroom when I was fifteen that she would be the one for me. And that kids, is how I met your mother." he finishes with a fond smile on his face, but it quickly falters as he notices that Nugget is once again preoccupied with whacking the air with the toy from earlier, Megumi is on his phone and Munchkin is sleeping soundly in his embrace.

Suddenly, he hears your footsteps from down the hall and your sing-song voice coming through the door.

"Where's my beloved family at?" you ask playfully, opening the door to his office, and peeking in. Upon spotting the sleeping toddler in his arms you keep quiet, approaching the two of them and you take your daughter into your embrace. You look around the room, observing the changes, the very bored teenager and your rascal of a son sitting on the couch and you quickly connect the pieces of the puzzle.

"You did it, didn’t you, Satoru?"

"What, sweetheart?" he asks faking innocence.

"The How I Met Your Mother Thing? The idea you were talking to me about the other night."

"Maybe."

"Oh, my poor babies, you had to sit through that cliche story. How long did your dad keep you bored, Megumi?" you ask, your tone teasing.

"Actually it wasn't that long after Nugget started whining." the raven-haired boy explained, looking fondly at his only mother figure.

"I'm so sorry, guys, let's go to Splendid Suchi, okay? That would make you all feel better." you add, leaving a loving kiss on all the kids' heads. Your son lifts his head with incredible speed upon hearing you mention his favourite restaurant, up until now he didn't even notice your presence, too preoccupied with his new toy. Suddenly everyone is up on their feet, ready to have a scrumptious meal.

You and Satoru stay behind a bit as the two boys run out of the school and Megumi summons his demon dogs so that the two of them can play with the fluffy shikigami.

"When are you gonna tell ME that fairytale of yours, angel boy? I'm really curious how you scored a clan princess like me." you ask your husband jokingly and he chuckles, raising his sunglasses up his nose. His hands quickly snake around your waist, pulling you into a loving kiss. Your daughter finally awakens lifting her head from your shoulder, interrupting the beautiful moment between the two of you.

"Mama!" she exclaims, embracing you tightly, her tired eyes fluttering as you bring her closer to your chest.

"Not only did you steal your Mama from me you get her titties as well?! This world is truly cruel."

[sharlotscarletfox]

Hogwarts Legacy x Wizarding World Careers

I wasn't quite ready to post today, but the exposure therapy must continue! I did a lot of work on my fic tho so I am very happy, but for now, I must yap about the jobs Hogwarts Legacy characters would have.

MC

Starting with our MC. I would like to think she will follow in the footsteps of Rackham and Isadora where she either becomes the Headmaster of Hogwarts or at least a Professor of some sort. If not a professor then maybe a curse breaker. I think she would like to stay in action, never the type to really settle down. ALSO FUN FACT Dumbledore would have been a first year at Hogwarts around the time our hero is in 6th or 7th year so of anyone is writing a 6th/7th year fic those two could canonically meet.

Sebastian Sallow

For Sebastian I am pretty sure the consensus is that he would be a Defense Against a Dark Arts professor or a Healer and I agree with both of these. I can see him and MC running the school and maybe even have students shipping them bc they see them banter around and Sebastian could bring MC in class and they would duel in front of the students for fun. That's such an amusing concept to explore I might just write it myself (I can't, I banned myself from starting new projects until I finish one of my unfinished ones).

I could also see him as a Healer. Maybe after he got humbled by what happened with Anne he would dedicate his life to finding cures for curses and other remedies. I wasn't planning on writing this, this literally came to me as I'm writing this post but that would fit well if someone headcanoned MC the Cursebreaker route. Then the two of them could just travel around and break curses and cure people and always be on the move.

Ominis Gaunt

For Ominis I actually don't have a clear idea I am not going to lie. I would like to think he escaped his family (I WOULD LOVE TO WRITE A FIC ONE DAY WHERE MC AND SEBASTIAN JUST FUCKING BURN THE GAUNT ESTATE TO THE GROUND) very passionate about that idea yes. In one of my fics taking place in the summer between 5th and 6th year I just headcanoned the three of them living together in the Sallow home and basically just doing odd jobs with MC and Sebastian and they have that domestic setup going on. Maybe he would also work at Hogwarts but yeah no clue long term. Also according to canon unfortunately Ominis would have to die young which breaks my heart.

According to the wiki:

"It is known that the last living Gaunts by the summer of 1925 were Marvolo and his children Morfin and Merope. It follows that Ominis had already passed away by that date; he either did not have any offspring or, if did, they must also have already died by that date."

:( :( :( (Ominis is my favorite if you can't tell)

Poppy Sweeting

Definitely a Mazgizoologist. I would like to think that she paved the foundations that Newt Scamander built upon. I really don't think she went as far as Newt in studying the creatures but I definitely think she would be a strong advocate for not killing dangeorus creatures and making sure that they are left alone. I feel like she would be strong about preserving dragon habitats and shutting down poaching rings. I can see her taking a spot at the Ministry or again just be a strong advocate for the protection of animals. And of course I can also see her taking over Care of Magical Creatures at Hogwarts.

Natsai Onai

I think Natsai is destined for great things. She's very self assured and self confident. I am sure she would want to be an Auror being inspired by how useless Officer Singer was in the game. I think she would be like wow there is so much crime and some of these Aurors are useless, I must become one in order to make a difference. Later on I see her taking a ministry job as like an advancement but I definitely think she would try to fic the existing system.

[antiquatedsimmer]

Modern Foxbury Dorms

30x20 Lot: Tidal Tower

GalleryID: Pathesis

Pack heavy & CC Required (Linked undercut)

Welcome to Foxbury!

As you enter you'll find the café, bookstore, Councilor/student services, and art displays on the 1st floor while your dorms are upstairs.

Use the stairwells on the north or east side while the 2nd elevator is out of service, and Please silence phones in the computer lab. There is absolutely No Phones allowed in testing rooms during exams. Our students are provided with a pristine lounge, feel free to stop by your RA's Desk with any concerns!

🦞LETS GO LOBSTERS LETS GO!🦞

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Yes its a lot lmao sorry I didn't plan on sharing it until I finished it and was quite proud off. Thank you creators for the lovely cc!

Rise&Grind by Little Dica

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[luzial]

i think parchment deserves a cone of shame

So mean, Parchment is perfect, why would she ever deserve a cone of shame?

Here's some more pre-Overgrown Solas & Parchment. Also on AO3.

It was finally the last day of the semester. Solas sat on his bed with Parchment resting against his hip, and contemplated whether he could get away with not leaving his house for the entire winter break.

He'd made the mistake of attempting to go on a date. The endeavor was all but doomed even before they met. He should have canceled when he realized it was going to be the same week that Parchment was scheduled for her spay. But with end of semester duties taking up all the available space in his mind, Solas didn’t realize his error until it was practically upon him.

The woman who owned Lydes' used record shop had insisted that he should meet her daughter. Solas had practically nothing in the way of expendable income, but some of the only luxuries he'd allowed himself over the past few months were albums he'd purchased from the store - often ones the owner set aside for him once she learned his taste. And while the idea of a setup was terribly awkward to him, he had foolishly allowed himself to believe that an understanding of his preferences in music might somehow translate to an understanding of his preferences in people.

Solas had arrived at the bar a few minutes early and claimed the last unoccupied table. The place was surprisingly full. His colleagues were all just as busy as he was - he couldn’t imagine so many people had this much free time when grades were due in less than 48 hours.

It was at that moment Solas realized the bar wasn’t full of faculty. Or staff. Or even adults.

It was the student bar.

Of course he was well aware that every university town had at least one, if not more. But he’d spent little time outside his house this semester and hadn’t bothered to learn anything about the town’s nightlife. When he’d needed to pick a location for the date, he’d simply chosen the bar most convenient to his office on campus - which, in hindsight, was an obvious reason students would frequent it as well.

Solas stared down at the table, certain he wasn't imagining the weight of many eyes on him. He should have canceled, he thought again. The entire idea was ill-advised, and all he could think of was Parchment, who he’d left sleeping on his bed, wearing an awful plastic collar around her neck to prevent her from licking at her stitches. But his date was only in town for the weekend and there would be no chance to reschedule.

Maybe it wasn’t too late to leave, he thought, and offer some inadequate excuse.

He finally made up his mind to do so at the precise moment she appeared in front of his table, framed by the eyes of numerous students who had spotted him. Solas had to grip the seat of his chair to stop himself from standing up and walking out.

He managed completely banal small talk, punctuated by several extended silences, for all of twenty minutes. Then, he looked down at his watch - which he belatedly realized was probably the rudest thing he could do under the circumstances. But his watch and the scuffed tabletop were the only two safe places for him to direct his gaze. Looking up meant risking locking eyes with a student when their head whipped in his direction.

The writing was on the wall and his date made her excuses a few minutes later.

Solas had no idea what he'd been thinking, he realized as he half-jogged his way back to his house. However quiet his holidays might be, an alternative would not be found in a blind date. 

When he arrived back home, Solas was relieved to find Parchment exactly where he'd left her. He slipped off his shoes, grabbed a book from his nightstand, and then curled up beside her on the bed.

Over the next few days as Parchment recovered, Solas had only limited success following the vet's instructions to keep her calm. She quickly regained her energy and was skidding across the wood floors to chase after scraps of paper - both real and imagined. He had to extract her from several places she managed to get herself trapped with her cone stuck between some piece of furniture and a wall.

Solas realized that he enjoyed the peace that descended on Lydes when students made their way home for the holidays. Whatever concerns he had about boredom or stagnation without a class schedule to keep him on task quickly faded, and the embarrassment from his failed date morphed into relief. He enjoyed the freedom of his solitude: time to clear more debris from the garden, to work on the secondhand bike he'd saved all semester to buy, and to sit in front of his fireplace (now that it was finally safe to use) and read.

Now that he had a place that truly belonged to him, that he could shape into the sort of sanctuary he'd always wanted, it was difficult to dream of wanting to share it with anyone else.

Except Parchment, of course.

[nkjemisin]

I remember reading in one of your author bios that your workplace was extremely flexible in a way that let you finish your first novel. What did that look like in practice, were you working part time? From home? I ask because I'm starting to think of finding a new job, but I don't want to get locked into something that'll sap my energy for writing

It wasn't "extremely" flexible; it was a pretty standard flex time setup. Flex time is more common in certain industries than others -- tech especially -- and it's becoming less common as people have no choice but to work longer hours to make the same money. (sigh) But it works in other industries, provided you've got management that understands the concept. In my case I wanted one day during the work week to do the businessy stuff my writing career required, like interviews and meetings with my publisher or agent, so I asked to do four 10-hr days per week instead of five 8-hr days, and my boss agreed. Boss got to say which day, so for a while I had Fridays off, then Mondays at one point, then Wednesdays, but that was fine as long as I had time to plan. Usually I came in at 9 like usual, just worked 'til 7, and along the way I took 2 thirty-minute breaks for lunch (I called it "lunch" and "afternoon snack") instead of one hour. I was still doing the same amount of work, just arranged differently.

It helped that it was good for my office; we had a lot of after-hours student issues to deal with, so that landed on me. Good for everybody.

If you're looking for a new job, make sure you ask during interviews about whether the company has a flextime policy. When I did this during job searches, some companies/schools would immediately lose interest, and some would tell me their flextime was only for certain employees (disabled people and new parents most often), and I didn't qualify. A few employers even seemed freaked out by the idea that I had a secondary (this was before it became primary) career. But that was a good thing, because I didn't want to work for an inflexible company, so asking the question was a handy way to weed those out. Good luck!

[theboys-inzoi]

🗓️ Chapter 2: The day before you came Episode 7: Another One bites the dust Previous (Start me up) - Next (Up around the bend)

When Jack was busy watering his plants, he had this uneasy feeling again. Not quite as grave as when the Regulator came to arrest him, but still... Mr Kareem: "Won't you open the door, Boy? We are busy!" Kareems! Jack hurried to let them in. Why were they here? He thought everything got sorted out this morning at Dowon Heights and when Dtui was here? That was just a few hours ago - and Dtui just left. Can't they have a break for once? Leander hurried out of his office and greeted their unexpected visitors. He must have heard Mr Kareem too, he'd surely bellowed loud enough for the whole block to hear... Oh my, and soon they'd have to live with his spoiled offspring ö.Ö' But he shouldn't come to such conclusions about him before they met. He still was also Mrs Kareem's son - and she seemed nice, right? Leander had told him everything from the meeting on their way home. Maybe Mr Kareem was just sour because this place reminds him of his failure, and how fond Mrs Kareem was of their Master? This had been always Hwanung's House, they must have been living here during their time as his 'students'. Mrs Kareem: "We're here to take the measurements and to plan the layout for our son's room. It will be hard for him to adjust, so we do what we can to make it easier for him." Mr Kareem: "You shouldn't spoil him. It will only make it harder for him." And to Leander: "We also ordered furniture. The shipment will be delivered to this place later this day."

They went upstairs to the empty room where Kareem junior was supposed to stay. Mr Kareem: "You haven't even painted the walls..." Mrs Kareem: "Darling, give them some time, won't you? *A mischievous little smile showed on her beautiful face* And of course you are right. Spoiling does nothing to his chances of succeeding. You'd been the spoiled one in our setup - and the underdog made it." And to Leander: "The underdog - that was me, by the way." Mr Kareem growled: "Because you twisted the Master around your little talon..." And to Leander (who wished himself far, far away): "You see why you can neither start anything intimate with our son - nor the one who's supposed to fail. One reason I agreed to all this is because the Dokkaebi Boy, who's with you, is still untouched. You have proven a man of honour - and self-restraint." Mrs Kareem: "And you both passed our tests. The Boy made sure my purse was safe where I left it - an unusual yet creative approach. It surely wasn't easy for him to resist such a temptation. You tought him well and I'm sure you will also make great tutor for our son. I'm also glad you kept the house so well. It's as if I stepped back in time... *She seemed lost in memories for a few seconds - until Mr Karem cleared his throat* But we won't keep you any longer, I'm sure you still have a lot to prepare while we take the - measurements. You may leave us to our own devices now, Mr Belgraves. " Leander had never been so happy to be dismissed in his whole life and quickly hurried downstairs ö.Ö'

Mr Kareem: "He's just as enticing as our Master. I fear the worst." Mrs Kareem: "Hm?" Mr Kareem threw his hands up in the air in frustration: "See?" Mrs Kareem: "Of course he has this affect on us. We drank Hwanung's Blood after all - and he's also his heir. But we withstood our Master. Our son is strong too, we prepared him thoroughly and he has the advantage that Hwanung's Blood already runs through his veins - owing to us. And I did my research. The opponent is weak. A bastard. His father's House just passed him around like the outcast he is and they were relieved to finally get rid of him. When Mrs Ngyen approached them, they agreed immediately and made no demands. None of his House want anything to do with him and they don't care about the shame when he fails either."

Kareems didn't take any measurements. They still remember this room well enough. It had been Mr Kareems room during their time here, and even though Mrs Kareem had been thrilled by their Master, she sneaked in here quite a few times to have her way with her future husband. Mr Belgraves came after the Master too. He has this certain irresistable - aura. Mrs Kareem: "What if we let our son have Mr Belgraves?" Mr Kareem snorted: "What are you saying there. He is our only son. Of course he needs to return - successfully - to lead our House. And Hwanung would never allow his heir to leave his world. Do ... you regret you didn't stay with the Master?" Mrs Kareem didn't bother to answer the last question. Instead she stepped up to him and murmured against his lips: "We are still young. We could make another son." Poor Mr Kareem wasn't prepared for this and just yelped: "Now?" And then she kissed him... It's been a while. They are - almost - immortal and when you get that old, years and even decades just blur by - and passion fades. Until you notice you haven't touched in years. But when she pressed herself against him, here in the realm of the mortals, in the room they'd had their very first time in, she noticed how firm Mr Kareem's thighs still were... Not quite as firm as the Regulator's, but still.

Mrs Kareem (a little breathless): "Let's finish up here and head back to our hotel. And later, we go and visit a restaurant and feast - and then to an art galery. The mortals know how to make the most of their limited time - at least some of them. Look at these paintings. In our realm art is just a pastime, but here - it's meaningful. They have to decide in what they put their creativity and effort in. This realm truely inspires me. I feel alive again." In his current state, Mr Kareem would have agreed to almost everything Mrs Kareem asked of him. He just wanted to go back to the hotel and have at her. And if he'd be able to make his wife happy afterwards - so be it. . . . That! That's what this accursed realm does to him! The sooner they leave this blasted place, the better! He hates when she does that. He should have been the one who succeeded, not her. Dammit. The he could turn her into an incoherent mess. Luckily, this doesn't happen very often... Their poor son. They really needed to make very sure he succeeds and returns unscathed. Only the Gods could help him if he failed and fell for the Master or the Sucessor... Like him.

When Kareems came downstairs again to meet Leander in his office, they were in a hurry to leave and just briefly filled Leander in into all of that tutoring - and feeding procedures. Mrs Kareem: "I fear every setup is different anyway, just trust in Hwanung - and your abilities. Hwanung's ways are inscrutable and couldn't be fully revealed even throughout all those centuries. You'd been chosen for exactly this event. And maybe it even had its reasons the Boy let the Fox Groom escape. However he managed to do that." Right, the Tiger Fox Groom... What had he gotten himself into... Leander: "I'm sure Jack didn't do that on purpose, he doesn't even remember." Mr Kareem: "Just make sure you try everything you need to do on the Substitue - to not endanger our son. And stay steadfast!" Leander: "Of course, Mr Kareem."

They - finally - left and Jack and Leander met in the empty room to start to get everything ready for the arrival of the two Imugi youngsters. The Substitute will already be here by tomorrow. Leander: "I'm not ready for this." Jack: "Hey. I'm here, right by your side, hm? I'll keep them busy and you just go near them if necessary. And to feed them, that is." Leander shook: "Gods - don't remind me..." Jack: "Have faith. It was a bit mean of Dtui to make me your guinea pig, but you succeeded. Who can claim for himself he tamed a Dokkaebi!"

Leander: "Don't say that. I never attempted to tame you. I never saw you this way." Jack: "But you did something to me for sure. Look how I was in the beginning. Uncontrollable, up to no good, starting fights. But you never yelled at me, not even when I turned our lives upside down by accepting that Doenjang Jjigae and feeding it to you. You'd always been patient and never let me down. I get why they chose you. And I will make it up to you, and help you however I can." Leander: "They'd have gotten us one way or another. It wasn't your fault. And you did a lot for me too. You made me feel at home here." Jack stood up: "Let's already start before we both break down crying, hm?" Leander sighed.

Since the Substitute would arrive tomorrow and the half day was already over, Leander sent Jack to his room to at least set up a bed for him before they started with Kareem junior's room. Jack was still over the moon to finally meet his soulmate, but after his other two friendships went downhill - he betrayed the fox and, let's just finally face it, Francine's Grandson doesn't exist - he wasn't so sure anymore he'd be a good company for the two dragons, far away from their home. Bound to be rivals - or lovers.

'Are you ready? Hey! Are you ready for this? Are you hanging on the edge of your seat? Out of the doorway the bullets rip to the sound of the beat, yeah

How do you think I'm going to get along Without you, when you're gone? You took me for everything that I had And kicked me out on my own

Are you happy, are you satisfied? How long can you stand the heat? Out of the doorway the bullets rip To the sound of the beat, look out

There are plenty of ways that you can hurt a man And bring him to the ground You can beat him, you can cheat him, you can treat him bad And leave him when he's down, yeah

But I'm ready, yes I'm ready for you I'm standing on my own two feet Out of the doorway the bullets rip Repeating to the sound of the beat, oh yeah

Another one bites the dust, Another one bites the dust And another one gone, and another one gone Another one bites the dust, yeah Hey, I'm gonna get you too Another one bites the dust

Shoot out Ay-yeah Alright'

Another one bites the dust - Queen

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[narrans]

My Borrowed Son | 11 | First Day of School

Chapter Eleven | First Day of School

Parker wasn’t sure why he was so jittery. Well… he did, and yet he didn’t. There were a million things going on in his mind, and yet he couldn’t summon the right words.

His mom had done it. He was going to school.

Well… kind of.

He was in virtual school, which was the next best thing. Parker knew he couldn’t attend normal school because of his condition, but that didn’t matter. Now, he would get to see other kids and hear all sorts of new things from his teachers. There would be homework and reading assignments and, if he was lucky, he would make some friends.

Parker had on his best shirt and made sure everything was tucked in and that his hair was combed out thoroughly. He had been waiting for this moment all summer and he was not about to leave a bad impression or get off on the wrong foot.

Something in the little boy was making him shiver and shake with both excitement and nerves.

What if the other kids didn’t like him?

What if he wasn’t smart enough to keep up with the work?

What happened if he was too smart?

Would he be bullied?

Or would he be welcomed with open arms like any other kid?

Was his condition going to make the others uncomfortable?

What if they asked too many questions about why he got to stay at home and go to school virtually?

Parker took a breath to calm down his mind. It was something his mom taught him. To reinforce the calm he was trying to bring over himself, Parker remembered his conversation with his mom.

“Now, Parker, remember what I said about your condition?” Amanda had asked him earlier that day and every day for the past two weeks.

“It is a rare condition that the doctors are still figuring out. I’m just like you, just a bit fragile,” recited Parker at the drop of a hat.

“If there are other questions about how you’re fragile?” prompted Amanda.

“It’s hard to explain, but it’s basically what it sounds like. My body is delicate. I can break bones easier and stuff like that and being outside makes my body react poorly. It also means I grow differently, so I’m a bit small for my age,” explained Parker. At that moment, Dr. Melissa Hargrove’s words also rang in his ears about how Parker’s body was just like any other kid’s body, just a bit smaller.

For whatever reason, Parker wondered why Dr. Hargrove, his pediatrician, knew about his condition, but he couldn’t find a lot of information about it online.

It’s not like it mattered in the long run.

What mattered was that Parker was getting what he wanted – a chance to be a normal kid.

His entire setup was a bit unorthodox, but it was necessary. Parker had a webcam perched on top of a few wooden blocks so that he was front and center, just like some kind of CEO in a company. His mom had purchased a nice desk for him as well as some bookshelves for him to put his notebooks.

Not only had his mom purchased a nice desk and bookshelves for him, but she also made an expansion to his room so he could have a study space. Everything was set up nicely, making Parker feel like he was in an office room like his mom’s office. It made him feel very grown up.

A computer was nearby so Parker could watch the screen and feel like he was part of the class. If he had a question, he had a few buttons he could press to raise his hand virtually. If he was having some tech issues, his mom was permitted to assist. If he misbehaved, his special permission to be virtual could be revoked.

But Parker was determined to make sure he never lost these privileges.

He intended to be the best student that ever was at this school.

As he readjusted his camera and his desk with his paper and pencils arranged just so, his mom paced not so quietly nearby. Her footsteps sounded like small earthquakes to him. It made the table tremble rhythmically. His mom’s pacing was usually soothing. The miniscule child had fond memories of falling asleep to his mother’s pacing. This time, however, it was making him feel anxious.

It wasn’t until he heard his mother’s signature tongue click that he knew she wanted to say something. He suspected she had a few things on her mind, but he wasn’t sure he was ready to hear.

“Parker, sweetie, do you need anything else before class starts?” she asked.

“No, momma. I have everything,” said Parker. Something about the apprehension in his mother’s eyes made Parker feel uncomfortable. There was a part of him that was afraid she would change her mind at any moment about him going to school, not that she had done anything like that in the past.

“You sure? You don’t want any water or a snack?” asked his mom. Parker shook his head and smiled up at her.

“I’m sure, but thank you,” said Parker. “Momma? Don’t worry. I’ll be good. I’ve got all my supplies and I’ll be fine. I promise.” He pushed himself away from his desk, glancing at the computer screen to make sure he was still on time, and walked over to the edge of the desk.

“I know, and I’m trying not to worry. I just want you to have a great first day.” His mom approached and knelt, her eyes lingering on his eyes. A child’s intuition and innocents are unparalleled, and now was one of those moments. Parker didn’t understand all of the emotions his mother was going through, but what he did know was that she needed reassurance. The moment felt right, so Parker reached out and rested his hand against his mother’s cheek.

“I’ll make you proud, momma.” His words immediately brought tears to his mom’s eyes, and it took everything in her willpower to not scoop him up and pull him away from the world. He was too sweet – too pure – to be exposed to the outside world.

If a mother’s worries were astronomical, Amanda’s were incomprehensible. The terror of Parker being revealed as a miniscule child that could fit in a human hand was almost crippling. The fear of him doubting himself or not succeeding in everything he deserved to succeed in made Amanda want to cry. The desire for Parker to be accepted and to make lasting friendships was stronger than adamantium.

She knew parenthood was going to be a challenge, especially with a small child like Parker, but she didn’t think emotions this intense would possess her.

Amanda wanted to say so much more, but the flicker of the computer screen revealing a classroom caught both her and Parker’s attention. He looked back at her and beamed, a smile spread from ear to ear, as he hurried back to his desk and pressed the “on” switch to his camera.

There he was on screen. The image flicked on and revealed the classroom on the big screen. It made Parker feel like he was watching a movie with his mom, except this one was interactive – real.

The camera picked up all of the sound of the buzzing classroom, which made Parker’s hair raise. It was an odd sensation, but something in the back of his mind begged him to flee and hide away from the camera. The other part of him that ended up winning out had him stay put on the camera and sit patiently as he waited for class to begin.

Where did that sensation come from?

Why was it always nagging him in the back of his mind?

Parker pushed it from his mind as he focused on the other kids in the classroom, absorbing every detail of the classroom. There were at least twenty other kids, all of them around Parker’s age, and they were walking around the room and talking to one another. Based on his position in the room, Parker suspected he was at the front of the room by the teacher’s desk since he couldn’t see it in the picture of the class on his screen.

The desks were arranged in groups of five, making Parker think that his area was set up at one of these five desks since he could only see four other desks around his screen but five desks at all of the other spots in the room. It made him wonder who he was going to be with and if they would get along. His palms felt sweaty and his insides flipped and churned nervously.

The clock at the front of the room was counting down to 9:00 a.m. Each second, Parker felt a fluttering nervousness swirling inside him. He spotted a few of the kids looking and pointing at the camera, many of them covering their mouths and leaning toward one another as they whispered.

It made Parker squirm uncomfortably. Were they talking about him? And, if so, why not just come over and talk? He recited the questions and answers in his head that he and his mother rehearsed, the anticipation of talking to someone new for the first time starting to make him antsy.

Still, he wanted to put his best foot forward. He smiled and waved at some of the nearby groups, but that only made the other kids look away.

The miniscule boy wondered why.

He was just like them, just not there in person.

Perhaps they just know one another from the other grades? Friends gravitate to one another from grade to grade. Maybe they’re just as scared as me?

Parker smiled again and waved as a group of three girls walked past his screen. All of them had this weird look on their face, like it was a mixture of confusion and disgust.

Were all girls like this? Parker wondered.  

It felt like a punch in the gut, but Parker was determined; at least, he started off determined.

When the bell rang and no one approached, Parker was feeling defeated. Could the other kids see him? Did he look like some kind of screen robot? Or was this just how things were going to be?

Oh well… I wanted to go to learn too… Parker thought. I guess making friends is harder than I…

“Hey, are you new here?”

Parker was pulled from his thoughts to see a massive face of a girl about his age leaning forward toward the camera. She had charcoal black eyes and black hair that was spun in tight, curly spirals. She had a little gap in between her front teeth, and it was clear she had lost a tooth recently at the bottom left of her jaw.

Again, that instinct to flee and hide welled up inside of him, but Parker choked it down as he fidgeted with his penicils.

“Um… uh… yeah. Hi! Sorry. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Parker. What’s your name?” asked the anxious ten year old. The girl leaned away and stared at the screen, her penetrating eyes making Parker feel like she was actually looking at him, before she looked directly into the camera.

“I’m Bailey. Bailey Johnson. Don’t you have a last name? Daddy always taught me to say your first and last name when you meet someone new,” said Bailey as she folded her arms across her chest and leaned forward on her desk.

“R-right,” stammered Parker, feeling like he was starting to flounder already. He wasn’t going to shy away from this though. He cleared his throat and straightened up. “I’m Parker Silverstein. It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too,” beamed Bailey as she shimmied in her seat. “Um… why are you on a screen? It’s the first day. You sick or somethin’?”

Parker didn’t have a chance to answer, not that he was eager to do so. It was the first time he was going to put his question answering to the test, but it was cut short by someone striking a triangle that hung over the whiteboard.

“Alright, everyone sit down and get ready. We’ve got a lot to cover today and, if you were in my class last year, you know the drill,” said a tall man at the front of the class. He wore black rimmed glasses that reminded Parker of the ones Clark Kent would wear in the comics to disguise himself from being Superman. The man had sandy blond-brown hair, much like Parker’s hair, but he had pale blue eyes that reminded Parker of glacier ice that he had seen in his science books. The man looked young, but he held himself with the confidence of someone older than him. The man began to pace back and forth at the front of the room and continued to speak, which quieted the room.

“For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Mr. William Tamplin. You may call me Mr. Tamplin unless you’re my mother, which I don’t think any of you are, and I’m your homeroom teacher. I’m also you English instructor, math tutor, and I sometimes hold kickball tournaments for your grade range. I play the French horn and give piano lessons on weekends. Tracking?

“Good. Now, today is very simple despite all we have to do today. First and foremost, let’s get up from our chairs and give ourselves a little shake. First day jitters always keep me moving, and I can see some of you squirming in your seats already. So, let’s stand and shake.”

It was an unorthodox method to begin with, but a little more coaxing had the students standing and shimmying and shaking. Some of the kids started laughing, and even Parker stood and found himself laughing a bit at watching everyone get out their first day jitters.

Already, this was making him feel comfortable.

“Alright! Everyone back in your seats. We’re going to be doing a lot of these things throughout the day, so stay still until I ring this bell. As soon as you hear it, stand and get out those jitters. Okay?

“Good! Now, first and foremost we need to introduce ourselves. We’ll take turns, but let’s start small. Look at your classmates and shake everyone’s hand and introduce yourselves. You have thirty seconds. Go!” instructed Mr. Tamplin.

Parker had to admit that his teacher had a special way of conducting the room, and soon he had the names of the other five kids at his table. There was Bailey, of course, but also Davis, Lyanna, and Billie.

All of them asked, almost in unison, why Parker was on a screen and not at the table. Lyanna seemed less interested like Davis, who was currently drawing on his desk, but Bailey and Billie seemed genuinely curious as to why Parker wasn’t there with them.

“Well, it’s a bit complicated, but I have a medical condition. It just makes me a bit fragile, so I have to have school at home,” replied Parker.

“Lucky,” mumbled Davis as he continued drawing on the desk.

“Davis, you shouldn’t be doing that. It’s disrespectful,” scolded Bailey as she turned her charcoal eyes back to Parker.

“So, you’re sick a lot? That’s gross,” said Billie. “But you look fine to me. When I’m sick, I have snot, like, dripping down my face like the nasty monster. Like this. Blleehhh!” Billie proceeded to pretend snot was coming out of his face as he dragged his fingers down his nose.

“Ew! You’re disgusting,” Lyanna said as she rolled her eyes.

“You’re disgusting,” Billie shot back.

Parker was about to interrupt, but Mr. Tamplin rang the bell again and everyone stood and got out their jitters, something Parker was enjoying. It made him feel relaxed and connected to a class he could only see on a screen. It also distracted his table from the current argument they were about to engage in.

“Alright, now everyone needs to introduce themselves to the class, okay? One at a time so we can get to know your face. Just like I did, stand and tell us your name and a little something about yourself. It can be something you like doing. It can be your favorite television show or book. Ready? You have ten seconds and then the first student is whoever I point to. Go!”

One by one, the students stood up and introduced themselves, willing to participate in this game-like activity set forth by Mr. Tamplin. Parker was having a great time until, finally, he saw Mr. Tamplin’s eyes focus on him and his finger point directly at the screen.

“Okay. You. Who are you?” asked Mr. Tamplin. Parker suspected Mr. Tamplin already knew who he was, but it was part of the activity. Suddenly, Parker’s heart was in his throat and every thought was wiped from his mind.

Who was he?

What was his name?

What was he supposed to say?

Parker felt a mixture of nausea and excitement as he stood up from his at-home desk and cleared his throat. His heart was pounding a hole through his ribs. The edges of his vision seemed to blur and refocus.

Then, somehow, the words just came to him.

“Hello, my name is Parker Silverstein. My favorite book is The Hobbit, by J.R.R. Tolkien, and I like inventing and making things,” said Parker. He took a breath of relief as he waited for Mr. Tamplin to instruct him to sit back down.

“Well, Parker, nice to meet you. Everyone say ‘Hi Parker’.”

“Hi Parker!” Everyone echoed back. It was the same thing everyone had done to one another the entire class.

“Now, Parker, would you like to explain why you’re on a screen? Or do you want to save that for another day?” asked Mr. Tamplin. The ten year old child felt a pit form inside him. It made him feel a bit awkward to be called out in front of everyone, but he kind of wanted to get it over with all at once.

Plus, Mr. Tamplin had given him an option of now or later.

“Um… I can tell them now. Um… so… I have a… um… medical condition. It’s a bit rare and it basically just makes me a bit fragile, so I have school at home,” explained Parker.

“Wonderful. Thank you for sharing Parker. Now, onto the next!”

Just like that, without any extra hassle, Parker had explained to over twenty other kids that he was just a little bit different, and no one had any other questions.

Though it was bound to happen, Parker was grateful that Mr. Tamplin didn’t open up the floor for discussion. He didn’t like all of that attention on him if he was being completely honest. It made his skin crawl and he felt like he needed to duck away and hide under the desk away from the camera.

At the same time, it was exhilarating. Parker had just made so many new friends, and some of them were right there at his table.

The day continued, for the most part, without incident. There were a few teachers that came into the room and had additional questions for Parker who emphasized to the class that he was going to get all of the same homework, additional lessons, and supplementary material like everyone else, but no one seemed interested in the particulars.

There was one teacher, Ms. Kendall Kain, who pulled Parker’s monitor to the side to ask, as she said, some “follow up questions.” Many of them were about specifics of his condition followed by a somewhat implying statement about Parker not looking sick. At some point, Parker called in his mom to answer some of Ms. Kain’s questions, which quieted Ms. Kain for the rest of the day.

Parker loved all of his teachers, except for Ms. Kain with her wrinkly brow and thick rimmed glasses held on by a gaudy beaded chain, and he was more than ready to tackle the literal stack of homework he was given.

After that incident with Ms. Kain, Parker’s mom peered in from time to time to give him a little thumbs-up, to which Parker always returned the gesture.

The rest of the day ran smoothly, ending once again with Mr. Tamplin.

Parker logged off from class and, with excitement, rushed out to his ladder to run to his mom to tell her all about the day he had at school. This was a promising start to his educational journey, and a tart to even greater things to come.

Parker was sure of it.

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[freckliedan]

@simplydnp because you were interested in the tags on my recent rb, here is what i remember of the au i came up with in my college algebra class in 2018:

in this au phil is a math professor & has been for a couple years. he's hot about this

math is a kind of language, you know? it's not that much of a stretch.

dan and phil in this au are long distance/online best friends for YEARS, never managing to end up in the same city

one of them moving to the other has always been the plan & they've visited each other/taken trips together as often as possible so they know that living together would work well

they both know there's a mutual attraction but they never were single at the same time/never in a good place to do long distance indefinitely

it has now been a Long time since they had any conversations about it, which isn't a surprise because they're still not living in the same location

dan dropped out of university, halfway through his first semester. in this universe, he decides to go back to school for something he's actually interested in. possibly queer studies?

he gets into the school phil teaches at. EXCITING! they're going to be in the same place.

since dan's going to be a non-traditional student—phil was already teaching at dan's age—the dorms would suck. finding somewhere affordable to live also sucks

phil, of course, offers for dan to move in with him. he's got a second bedroom that's currently an office

move in day is a LONG day of travel & lugging around boxes and smaller furniture dan brought with him and they're going to get dan a mattress and bedframe tomorrow but aw hell, phil's air mattress has a leak

it's a no-brainer for them to share phil's bed for the night, they've shared smaller mattresses before on trips

"for the night"

reader, they never get dan his own bed. and they never really talk about it.

lead up to the semester. time for dan to meet with his academic advisor and build a schedule.

dan's plan is to knock out general education requirements he probably won't enjoy early on, but not to have those be the majority of his schedule.

dan doesn't realize it's PHIL'S basic math class he's been put in until he gets home (to the home they share!)

by then it feels like more trouble than it's worth to reschedule with his advisor and figure out an entirely new set of classes to take—the current ones took forever to plan in the first place

it'll be fine. honestly it'll be fun to see what phil's classes are like, & easier than struggling to pay attention with somebody else and having phil help explain things anyways—

halfway through the third week of class dan realizes he's in love with phil, it's not just attraction or a crush, it's been almost a fucking decade, oh my god

and the deadline to drop a class was last week.

phil already knows he's in love with dan. but phil has a strong commitment to ethics. there is a 0% chance he's going to do anything about it while dan's in his class

they go home to their shared home where they have a shared bed. dan almost broaches the conversation.

please can we not talk about it, asks phil. it will be easier for me if we don't talk about it until we can— it'll be easier for me if we don't talk about it yet. that'll make it more real.

roll a semester long slow burn where they're already being extremely domestic and both know they have mutual feelings. there's so much room for further tropes & exploration of existing ones here

there's room for self worth struggles surfacing on dan's part and moral anxiety/anxiety issues on phi'ls part especially with them intentionally not talking about it.

oh noo they have a bad week and dan has a breakdown & almost goes to actually buy a bed setup for himself. etc. quite honestly i didn't get this far i just like putting people in fucking predicaments

of course they fuck nasty once final grades are submitted. merry christmas

i think they go straight from best friends to engaged

dan did actually learn math well from phil but he's never taking another phil class in his life thankyou very much

this au is partially born out of me being inherently contrarian to MYSELF even. i'm generally squicked badly by teacher/student aus on account of Both My Parents Are Teachers so it was a fun exercise in figuring out one that didn't make my skin crawl. aaaand scene.

i'm never going to write this so if anybody who does write finds something they like in it. feel free to run with that just @ me if you post something. i'm freckliedan on ao3 as well

[multistanisms]

Legacy of Snow Ch.3 || Stray Kids

FANDOM: Stray Kids

PAIRING: Han x Minho

WORD COUNT: 1634

RATING: M [for later chapters]

POTENTIAL TRIGGERS: Mentions of blood and violence

SUMMARY:

Freshly graduated from a prestigious university for music and the arts, Han Jisung is ready to take on the world when he accepts employment at District 325 Records. Han’s dream of taking the world by storm with his talent hits a slight hiccup when a literal spark emanates from a high five he shares with his new boss. That moment brings him to the discovery that he is a direct descendant of a previous Pretear, a guardian to the world. With that knowledge he also finds that Chan isn’t entirely human, he’s what is called a Leafé Knight and he isn’t the only one who resides in the human realm.

Thrust into a fray of magic, learning his own abilities and fighting monsters of darkness, Han has a lot to endure fresh out of college. On top of it all, he has to deal with a growing attraction to one of the seven knights who fight alongside him. It’s a whirlwind for Han, but can he find his footing in the new world he’s found himself a part of?

Taglist: @no1likemybbgcharlie, @spookidema

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Chapter Three: Observations

At 1:45, Han was finishing up the setup of his computers in his office, music playing from his phone when there was a knock on the door and he looked up to see Chan. “Hey there, boss.” he chimes as he grins, waving one hand. “Lunch time already?”

“Yeah. You ready?” Chan asks as he leans against the doorway. 

“Yep!” Han hops up as he speaks, grabbing his messenger bag out of habit and looping it over his body. “Where are we going?” 

“You'll see. It's my favorite place, honestly.” Chan motions for Han to follow, leading the way to the elevators. “How are you settling in?”

“Pretty good. I was customizing my system and wallpapers.” Han replied, the pair finding pleasant conversation as Chan led the way down a few blocks. Han learned that Chan had two siblings that he doted on at every chance he was able. They talked about their families and the way they’d begun their journeys with music, and Han felt like he’d found a new older brother. It felt like no time had really passed when they reached a cafe and grill, Chan grinning as he lifted a hand to motion they had arrived.

“Here we are! Best place in the district.” Chan announced, reaching to open the door. 

“It smells amazing in here.” Han mused as he walked in, looking around at the two sides of the building - to the left was a large cafe setting that had a few students working at tables. On the right side, a beautiful restaurant with most of the tables seated. “It’s gorgeous, too.” His attention was grabbed by a white cat trotting over, moving to nuzzle at his leg. “Hello there, cutie.” He cooed, petting the cat as he babbled at it.

“Channie!” a female voice called, drawing his attention as a strawberry blonde walked over, long hair pulled into a ponytail. “I was wondering if we’d see you today.”

“Sana!” Chan chimed, opening his arms to hug the female. “I’m showing my new hire the best places in the area. This is Han. Han,” he turned to look at Han, who looked up from once again petting the cat and stood up. “This is Sana, owner of the cafe.”

“Pleasure, Miss Sana!” Han greeted, holding out a hand, glancing down as the cat wound its way around his leg. 

“Oh, I see you’ve met Yuki.” Sana smiles as she shakes Han’s hand, eyes looking down at the feline. 

“Oh, is that his name?”

“It is. He’s our little prince, so I can’t let him go, but we do have a few wandering around who need homes.” Sana confirmed, laughing when Han’s face lit up. 

“Wait, this is a cat cafe?”

“Yep. I help out a couple of the shelters when their cat roster is too big. Currently, the cafe houses nine cats other than Yuki, all of them fixed and up to date on vaccines.” Sana explained. “So if you’re considering, let one of the staff know.”

“I will, thank you.” Han replied. 

“Minho is here, too, if you’d like to join him?” Sana turns to Chan as she speaks, head nodding towards the back wall. 

“Sure, save the tables for strangers.” Chan teased, motioning for Han to follow. 

The pair head over and Han recognizes the man sitting at the table scrolling through his phone - the one from this morning in the practice room. Dark purple hair actually has a dimension of color, the overall hues just close enough to look like one shade from afar. Now up close, Han was able to see the full effect of ice blue eyes that almost looked like a sunburst crystal. The man looks up as he hears them approaching, and Han feels like he can’t breathe for a moment being so close to such a gorgeous male.

“Hey there, Minho.” Chan greeted, moving to slide into the booth across from the man, leaving room as Han blindly slides in as well.

Minho nods, eyes going to Han as his head cocks to one side. “Who’s this?”

“Oh, this is my new hire, Han.” Chan replied. “He just started at 325 today.”

Han is aware of Minho’s gaze on him, like his soul is being examined, and he lifts a hand to wave a little, his own pink gaze watching back. “Hi.”

“Hm,” Minho hums as he nods, appearing thoughtful for a moment. “I hope Chan here hasn’t given you all the boring stuff to do.” 

“Not at all! It’s actually been nice, but it’s only day one.” Han replied. 

“Is this the one you hand picked?” Minho’s attention was on Chan as he spoke, arching a brow when Chan confirmed. “Well, if Chan picked you personally, you’ll do fine. His instinct is never wrong.” Something in the way Minho says the words makes Han pause, glancing at Chan as Minho speaks again. “By the way, Chan, Yeji said to say thank you as always. It’s nice to have a space without the coach breathing down our necks.”

“You know he just wants you guys to succeed.” Chan countered. 

“He paired us simply because we’re his top skaters, Chan. You know how long it took to find chemistry.”

“You guys seemed to have good chemistry this morning?” Han chimed in, catching Minho’s eyes even though he’s engrossed in the menu. “What song were you using?” When he looks up, he smiles a little nervously at the unreadable expression on the other’s face and preoccupies himself with the menu again. 

“Minho, be nice. He means well.” Chan playfully scolded, looking up as a waiter came to get orders. 

“Isn’t that fascinating?” Minho rolled his eyes, but there was the faintest hint of a smile, which both confused and concerned Han. “But, to answer your question Han, we haven’t officially decided. We’re debating a broadway track or medley, but we can’t find one that can work what we need in the routine.”

“Broadway?” Han asked, perking up. “I actually have a medley I designed for a project if you’d like to listen? It’s a Phantom medley.”

“Like Phantom of the Opera?” Minho asked back. He takes a moment to look between the two across from him before he nods. “Sure, why not?” As Han grins and starts scrolling through his phone, Minho looks to Chan with a look of inquiry to which Chan merely shrugs. While Han is looking for the track, he reaches into his own bag to pull out a pair of headphones as he waits. 

“Ah, here it is!” Han bounces a little as he holds his phone out. “You just have to hit play.” He lets Minho take the phone, watching as the other plugs his headphones in and puts the earbuds into his ears to listen. The moment Minho’s eyes close so he can listen to the track, Han feels himself become nervous, self doubt evident as he suddenly looks down at the table where his hands are wrapped around his cup. 

“Hey.” Chan nudges Han when he sees the way the younger looks, smiling encouragingly when Han looks at him. “I’m sure it’s a great piece.”

“I haven’t let anyone hear it since my project.” Han replied. “I don’t know how a normal person will-”

“Don’t think like that, Han. I’ve seen what you’re capable of, but more importantly, you know what you’re capable of.” Chan interjected, voice more firm. “Why do you think I chose you to be the first immediate hire, hm? Don’t let that confidence vanish just because you aren’t sitting in a studio or at a soundboard. You can believe in what you create without the audio program open in front of you.”

Han is grateful to hear the words, Chan’s voice enveloping him in a wave of calm. He nodded in thanks, startling a little when a waiter approached to take their order. As the waiter walked away to put the order in, Han leaned back in his chair, sipping his drink as he waited. “That piece came out better than I expected it to, honestly.” he admitted softly. “I fought with it for over three weeks.” Chan is opening his mouth to reply when ice blue eyes open and Minho pulls his headphones out of his ears. 

“You arranged this medley?” he asked, tone indiscernible. 

Han bites his lower lip nervously as he nodded. “It was one of my last projects.” 

Minho hums to himself before fiddling with the phone in front of him, glancing up to see the amused look on Chan’s face. “What?”

“Just ask for the file, Minho.” Chan teased. 

“What?” Han’s pink eyes widened, a grin spreading across his face. “You liked it?” 

“Yeji still has to listen to it, but I can see a routine or two to it. I put my number in your phone so you can send it.” Minho replied nonchalantly. Han’s excitement was tangible, though, and he found himself unable to keep one corner of his mouth from quirking up. “Don’t get too excited, she can be a tough sell.”

“Do you have to act so cold, Minho?” Chan scolded playfully, his own cup setting back on the table. 

“Isn’t that my nature, Christopher?” Minho teased with a smirk, reaching over to pat Chan’s arm. “You of all people should know that by now.” As he withdrew his hand, his fingers brushed Chan’s cup, reaching to pick his own up and take a drink. 

“Maybe I keep hoping you’ll open up that frozen heart.” Chan countered with a laugh, shaking his head. As the waiter appeared with a cart of food, he lifted his cup to take a drink, stopping and frowning before leveling a stare at Minho. “Seriously?” he asked, sighing. “You owe me a fresh one.”

“Worth it,” Minho shrugged with a faint laugh as he thanked the server, letting them walk away before getting up to go to the counter.

Han, lost in the excitement to try the food that mingles with the scent of coffee, comes back to reality when Minho gets up. “Hey, where’s he going? The food just got here.” He cracked his chopsticks and began preparing a wrap, bouncing a little as he put it together and closed the lettuce around the ingredients. 

“He just went to get another drink, no big deal. He likes to pull pranks from time to time, you’ll get used to it once you get to know him.” Chan assured, moving to take a bite of his ramyeon. 

At the reassurance, Han continued to munch on his food, moaning at the taste. “This is probably the best wraps I’ve had in ages.” he praised, stuffing another bite in his mouth. Minho returned with fresh drinks, and the trio fell into a comfortable rhythm as they ate with light conversation. 

“You look like a quokka.” Minho said suddenly, head cocked to one side. 

Han looked up in confusion, cheeks puffed with food as he ate. “Hm?”

“You. Look. Like. A. Quokka.” Minho reiterated slower, earning himself a smack from Chan from across the table. 

“Be nice, Minho.”

Han made a noise as he swallowed his food, shaking his head. “No, no, it’s fine. I’ve been called a lot worse, actually. At least quokkas are cute. My brother calls me ‘Little Squirrel’.”

“Is that name from how you eat?” Minho inquired flatly, one brow arched up. 

“Lee Minho,” Chan scolded despite Han’s laughter. “Would it kill you to be nice to my employee?” Han’s laughter only increased at the words, reaching to wave his hand to show it didn’t bother him. 

“You cannot tell me he doesn’t look like a quokka, Chan.” Minho countered. 

“Regardless-”

“It’s okay, really.” Han brushed off, finishing making the last of his lettuce wraps. “I don’t mind being called a quokka.” He took a bite of his wrap when he finished speaking, humming contentedly. 

“I should get to the rink. I have my solo stuff to work on today as well.” Minho mused, moving to stand up and grab his jacket. “Say Chan, how is our little problem going?”

Chan gave Minho a pointed look, but shrugged it off after a moment. “Day to day, but no luck yet. I’ll follow up later.”

“Later it is.” Minho nodded, waving a hand at Han. “It was nice to meet you, Han. Don’t let this one work you too hard.” Even if his face wasn’t particularly readable, Han could hear the playful note in the words. 

“I won’t. You be safe.” Han replied, a breath before Chan spoke up. 

“You don’t go causing any trouble, Minho.” 

“Who do I look like, Seungmin?” Minho laughed a little, waving over his shoulder as he headed out, leaving the two at the table. 

“He doesn’t seem too terrible,” Han mused, popping the last bite of his food into his mouth. 

“You were with me.” Chan laughed a little, lifting his cup to take another drink. “He had no reason to detest you. If there’s anyone he trusts when it comes to people, it’s me.”

“How come?”

Chan hums to himself, thinking for a moment. “I have a way with people, I guess. I can get a feel for their intentions really well.”

“So you’re good at reading people.” Han concluded. 

“You could say that,” Chan agreed, pulling his wallet out to put a tip on the table. “I’m gonna go pay. Are you ready?”

“Yeah, let me finish my drink and we’ll be good to go.” Han assured, lifting his cup as he slid out of the booth to let Chan out. He watched Chan walk away, taking his last drink and setting the now empty cup back on the table. The motion brought his attention to one of the cups sitting around Chan’s bowl, the light casting a sheen over the frozen block inside the mug. Confusion distorted his face as he tried to understand what he was seeing, but Chan’s greeting when he came back pulled him from his thoughts. “Are we all set?”

“Yep, let’s head back.”

“What’s the plan?”

“Well, I have two recording sessions scheduled. Would you like to see my process and meet the artists?”

“Sounds like a plan if I’ve ever heard one!” Han excitedly chimed, falling in step with Chan as they walked the distance back to the building. His excitement was enough that the memory of the frozen cube on the table was forgotten as he looked forward to the rest of what the day would hold.

[loquaciousquark]

I see @eponymous-rose doing these sometimes and I've always thought it was so much fun, so here's a Day in the Life of a clinical Associate Professor™. For reference, I've been seeing patients & teaching at my current university since finishing my residency almost a decade (!!!!!) ago.

9:30 - 10:00 - Precious precious office hours, spent answering emails from students, colleagues, and a guest speaker from a national organization I'm trying to coordinate an event for in two weeks. Everything's lined up except the venue (all our regular lecture halls are booked), and of course we discover this just outside his window to refund his airline tickets. Rats.

10:00 - 12:00 - Clinical lab! I'm coursemaster for two complex lecture/lab courses in the spring (protip: never let admin do this to you), so right now I spend most of my week in the classroom. Friday AMs are my advanced procedures lab, & today the students are doing intradermal and subcutaneous injections of the forearm and eyelid. This course can be really scary for them, so I go to a lot of effort to get them mentally and emotionally prepped, practicing approach and needle manipulation, etc. All of them do wonderfully, and even after cleanup and taking the biohazard bag down to disposal, I'm out on time.

12:00-1:00 - Guest faculty candidate lecture! Our full-time faculty has been down by about five people for a few years, and we also have three more of our remaining full-timers out on medical leave until late February, so we are hurting for help. This applicant gives a phenomenal talk on diversity and optometric scope across the several continents she's taught in over the last twenty years. It's an extraordinary talk and I honestly learn more geography than I expected.

1:00 - 2:30 - Lecture! Advanced procedures lecture to the third-year class, usually the only barrier between them and their weekend. I really like today's lecture and it goes well, and even the chronic dozers in the side seats stay awake.

2:30 - 2:45 - Intended to be an interview/tour with the faculty applicant, except here comes the first wrench. Just as she gets to my office, the colleague delivering the speaker lets me know she's having tech trouble with her Zoom-in guest lecturer and also there's a very upset student in the hall outside the classroom. I go down with her right away; student is okay, just got some very bad news, and when I'm sure they're settled with their friends & support system I help the colleague with the tech.

2:45-3:10 - Tour finally happens! The students we encounter are chipper and cheerful (not always the case in practical season!).

3:10-4:00 - Meeting with my clinic coordinator to prep for next week's practicals. My other big course this semester caps with a high-stakes clinical entrance exam; in essence, the students must perform a complete, independent eye examination from start to finish, and they can't enter clinic with "real" patients until they pass. The setup & scheduling for this practical (which runs over three weeks) is probably the most complicated logistical nightmare of my year. However, my coordinator is amazing, and within the hour she has a detailed list of both her tasks and mine and will report back as each prep step is done.

4:00-5:00 - Desperately trying to finish this schedule, answer my most urgent calls from patients, and finish some time-sensitive grading. Another colleague comes by and asks what I thought of the guest speaker, and when I say I didn't get much time in my interview with her, she suggests I tag along to the faculty dinner with her tonight at 5:45. A fantastic idea! I'll just wear what I have on, yeah?

The faculty dinner is at a five-star steakhouse. I'm wearing scrubs and a pullover.

It's okay, I have time to make it home and change! I can make it!

5:15 - I accidentally overwrite 90% of my completed schedule with an old, mostly blank copy, and don't realize it until after saving multiple times (I was on a different tab in the spreadsheet).

5:15 - 5:45 - Meticulously recreate the schedule as quickly as I can. I've already emailed out some assignments to the students, so I can't start over from scratch (which would have honestly been faster). Finally finish & send out the details to needed parties.

5:45 - 6:35 - race home, feed the dog, change into slacks and my favorite blazer, race out to the steakhouse.

6:35 - 8:30 - I arrive just before the salads come out, hallelujah! I have the best steak I've ever eaten in my life, as well as have a fantastic conversation with the candidate and the other faculty. The time honestly flies by, and when I realize what time it is I'm feeling very guilty about leaving the dog. Still, I'm sure she'll be a fantastic fit for the program, and it's honestly a relief to have my questions about some of her experience answered.

8:50 - home at last, at last!

8:51 - I discover my fly has been unzipped all night.

8:52 - 9:00 - I indulge in paroxysms of shame.

9:00 - now - hot bath, a book of poetry, and a double bourbon.

[thesoleilla]

okay this is a long and specific request (sry just a random thought)

Dazai X Reader (with teleportation ability)

background story

Y/N (16 at the time) was a half time worker at the ada but was very often at the PM (btw she didnt tell that they worked in the ada) because she was Chuuyas younger sibling (only by one year) and looked at Koyo like a older sister. she was the one that trained Gins assation skills. She was also kinda close to Dazai, and was bestfriends with Yosano. But since she was 16 she had to go somewhere to study, so she decided to study somewhere in Europe to study coding or something and got in. But while she was there she needed a job so she went around and looked for a job and she found a good paying job but ofc it was a trap that was setup by Nikolai cuz he just wanted to. But somehow she was able to become Nikolai`s student and Sigmas bestfriend. She did finish studying and all that before becoming a DOA member. Years later (21 years old now) went back to Yokoami because Fyvodor was able to get arested. She finally got to catch up with everyone both from the pm and ada (but left out that she joined the DOA) Even though she was with everyone she was alot with Dazai, so Yosano and some other ADA memebers gets curios over this and the do some thing random you decide.

the plot and the request

the reader wants to quit the DOA but feels bad about it beacause she has been with them for a long time so its hard for her (but ends up leavinf before the end)

Dazai x reader

pls no NSFW or smut

chuuya finds out about dazai and reader

looks : 155 cm, Ginger with a white streak of hair, no specific e/c, loves baggy clothes but dosent wear all the time

personality : kinda like Oda but a bit more expressive and lower chanse to get angry than Chuuya but close, loves Cheese chocolate and cats. Dislikes killing for fun, rats (fyvodor PTSD) and creepy people (cough* cough* Mori cough* cough*)

the rest is up to you

its ok if you dont want to do this :) hope you have a wonderful day/night

Dazai x F!reader: falling between stools

A/N:Thanks for the request lovely anon! Sorry for how long it has been sitting in my askbox lol- but now that my break is ended I finally wrote it! I hope you'll like it anyways!

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You felt like you were constantly falling between two stools - No, three stools now. You knew this couldn't last. You had to make a choice. But your friends were as scattered around the board of enemy organizations as could be! You couldn't bare leaving even one of them... yet you had to make the choice. The weight of that burning pile of lies wasn't bareable anymore.

You had to leave at least one. Of course, you were going to keep some kind of connection with the PM due to being Chuuya's little sister; but you could manage having connections from the PM all while being in another organization; so the only question would be which?

Which friends were more precious? Those from the ADA or from the DOA? You couldn't just rank them like that! It was ...inhumane! Yet... it was the logical solution. And it's not like being inhumane was a new thing for you, sadly. You had been in the Agency for the longest time. It was time to send your farewells to the DOA.

And there you were, thinking about all of that in the ADA's office. Thankfully, everyone had gone home long ago so no one could witness the mess your face was making as you kept debating with yourself on who to betray. Yet, it was better not to take that risk so you headed home-

"Boo!" There he was. Of course Dazai had to be standing just next to the door, in front of a window from where you were pretty sure he could've seen everything.

"Uhm... good evening?" You awkwardly laughed, hoping he wouldn't question what he, let's be honest, probably witnessed.

"Why are you still here? I thought such a lovely lady would be home by now, bella!" Dazai playfully said, but you knew he had noticed everything. He knew what was up. Yet, he acted like he genuinely had no idea. What was he doing?

"Let me return the question. Why are you standing in front of the agency this late?" You tried to play it cool. I'm not gonna say it worked, I'm trying to do my job as a reliable narrator here, I don't wanna get fired...

"Avoiding the question I see..."

"NO! I just fell asleep working! Not that you'd be able to relate to that." You were trying sooo hard to make his mind wander off somewhere else. Not that it worked though Will I get fired if I'm too mean or too dishonest? This job is so hard I'm quitting goodbye I don't wanna be a narrator anymore I'm traumatized the author is torturing me I'm stuck in their attic please help

"How dare you try and mock me! I thought we were close! How could you!" He dramatically gasped and acted, but you knew it was nothing serious, and this banter made you cheer up a bit.

"But seriously, what were you up to? Let me guess, did you find yourself in yet another enemy organization while you were away?"

Right on point. As always. But afterall, he was the only one who already knew about both your ties to the PM and to the ADA, due to his own ties, so...he'd understand your situation more than anyone.

"Your guesses are too close to reality sometimes. Scary. I like it." You laughed as you said this, trying to keep a straight face. God this was supposed to be a serious moment! Author don't bring out the chainsaw please I swear it's not my fault!I'm a good narrator! Yet... you couldn't help but feel good in his presence, changing your normal behaviours... you weren't supposed to laugh at times like this! And this is going to get me killed ahhhhh

"Anyways, I wouldn't let a lady go home alone this late!" He said, as he confidently took your hand in order to lead you out of the Agency's building. And lead you out he did as he was running through that building.

You felt warmth spread all around your cheeks as he did that, your brain soon overwhelmed from the heat rushing so close to it. "Don't pass out Y/N, Do NOT pass out", you kept on repeating to yourself.

"Would you mind letting me accept your proposition before making me run through the halls?" You managed to let out between your needed gasps for air. Fresh air... how nice it must be to have that...can't relate this basement doesn't really have fresh air

"And would you mind being honest with us? Or at least with me?

Uh oh. Honesty certainly wasnt your forte, especially considering you were a port mafia executive's little sister, yet most of your coworkers were unaware of it. But...Dazai knew almost all of these secrets already. Would it hurt if he knew just one more?

And so... you told him. Everything , from all the organizations, to the atrocities they made you witness. As you were both walking towards who knew were, you shared everything, something which you had never been able to do.

You knew that realistically, this wasn't safe, not in the slightest. Yet... yet it felt safe, talking about it with him, right here, right now.

And...he wasn't even answering. But the strangest thing was that it didn't bother you in the slightest. It felt as if you were just writing in your diary... except it wouldn't leave any trace. Which you were quite scared of, considering your past in ennemy organization.

Except of course...Dazai's memory. You thought this would scar him forever, but considering who he was... he had probably seen way worse. Which only made you feel even more comfortable in his presence.

Progressively, the buildings you were passing by got more and more familiar. But you were so focused on your talking, that you let him lead the way to wherever you were going.

Until...you finally noticed it...he was leading you... to yours and Chuuya's meeting point! At which you were supposed to see him 20 minutes ago. Oh your brother was going to be pissed by how late you were... especially when he'll see who brought you here. Maybe you'll start to understand what my life's like as a poor narrator;;

"Y/N! You're twenty whole fucking minutes late! What the fuck were you doing?"Chuuya yelled at you from across the street right when he heard your voice. That was until he saw you... And the man you were with.

"And...What the heck is this mackerel doing here with you?!" Dazai was grinning ear to ear when you finally noticed what his plans were. Which really wasn't a pleasant realization.

"Well Chibi, I'll have you know that if it weren't for me, your poor defenseless little sister would have went home alone, in this dark of a night! She could have gotten kidnapped!" He put his hand on his heart, taking a dramatic tone, which your brother certainly didn't like.

"You know she could have just...teleported away, right?" Chuuya laughed, pointing at Dazai jokingly.

"But if she did that, could I have done this?" Dazai grinned as he suddenly kissed you, making Chuuya run across the street to throw his fist at him.

Well this was going to be one hell of an explaination to make, and you weren't looking forward to it

A/N: Thank you for reading! I'm so sorry this is almost a whole year late, but I'm finally doing my damn requests now! Sorry for the wait!

[urbanxindia]

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[pirepoumon]

still thinking about the venue choice local queer (as in, content about queer people, relationships, transition, etc. regardless of who created it) performances essay i want to write. but i don't know what my point is and i can't write without one.

consistently the warehouse stagings of weirder shows by local arts juggernauts, no matter the theme, are specifically leveraging the sense of intimacy that only a couple rows deep of in-the-round gym chair seating can provide. KYS is the first, imo, of the modern local renaissance and they did it with horror - but even their straight titus andronicus was in Play's (gay bar) warehouse, back when they didn't have their own. the woman in black was a stunning (mostly) two man show, also not queer*.

contrasting as one from ky opera and the woman in black is a large part of what got me thinking about this anyway - the former is a gorgeous two singer opera which was staged in the opera's warehouse, the bar in their library, the organization's history on the walls in the same non-advertising, scrapbook way that is a casual private kind of public, like family photos in a living room. in the post-performance talk the director (who is, in fact, heading ATL but took on his first opera direction this show) talked about the choice to stage it here not only as the intimacy of the physical facts of the space - its size, the stage and seating sharing a floor without demarcation or elevation change - but the intimacy of being in the opera's home, home office and home rehearsal space.

the opera's warehouse is located on magazine street - eighth and magazine, where you can see the great asphalt canyon of the ninth street divide from their parking lot. no preserved facades, no whiskey row art installations, no tourism advertising, just the living legacy of carving the black west end from the city center via the bulldozing and highway-building policies of our 20th century city government. it feels othered, because it is other-than, but i do think that sense of home the opera spoke to is palpable, even if i refrain from pretending i can judge the "authenticity" of a "feeling" of an organization.

ky shakes' hometurf shows haven't been queer, as discussed above, but their shakespeare in dance ballet collaboration shocked me to tears with the public dramatization of both heterosexual and homosexual desire on stage, for free, in the park, all those years ago. and so still it hits that when i walk to their shelby street warehouse for their seasonal halloween show, their private home i have come to visit only blocks away from their public one, i do believe it when Matt Wallace tells me this is YOUR kentucky shakespeare.

it is beyond the scope of this essay i'm not writing to address the similarly your louisville orchestra tagline-obsessed, uh, LO, but that line lands solely in the context of teddy abrams' revival of the making music program in local elementary schools, in its tour of the entire state from east to west that parallels the now-standard miniature parks (and library) tour of kentucky shakes.

there are other considerations, like price (it's easier to swallow KY shakes being ours when its main season is fully free; the opera, reaching out beautifully, is still exceptionally expensive without student tix). the geographical designation in these organization's names are practical to distinguish from other ones elsewhere, sure, but it is essential to their revival**. there are two ways for something to belong to a group whose sole commonality is geographical residence: to invite people in, or to go to their community wherever they are; arts organizations who most embody their own vision of belonging to/serving their neighbors will and must do both.

well i guess this has to be part one because this is basically the perfect setup for re-explaining why the highview mob boss sligo newcastle from the extremely mediocre play the kiss me curse at highview arts center is essentially the pinnacle of local theater ethos. but i am out of time

[birlwrites]

I love your writing; lachrimae was beautiful, Regulus when he was in captivity was so well written, and I'm eager to read the blood finch whenever you post it, not to mention evocatio. However, To The Dark Lord is The Best fanfic I have ever read. I understand that quality takes time; I'm not looking for a date, or a timeframe. I just want to know whether or not it will be updated. The answer will have no bearing on the reading of the rest of your work for me; I'm just curious.

it would be nice if i had a definite answer! i too would love to know. the unfortunate thing is, though, that i genuinely have no idea when i'll want to work on it again.

now, 'want' is a funny word in this context. i want to work on ttdl in the sense that i want it to keep going and i don't want to abandon it. but i also don't want to work on ttdl in the sense that i want to keep it backburnered so i can work on other things. i'm trying not to treat my fanfiction like a job, so the backburnering wins.

btw, my apologies if this comes across as abrupt or brusque - i've gotten this question a handful of times recently and every time i respond i get more plainspoken about it. i am not angry or upset with you! also this got long so i put in a cut, oops

it might be helpful for me to provide some extra context: i started ttdl while i was in college. i lived in a campus dormitory and was a full time student while also working part-time on the side. a substantial proportion of ttdl was written in intense binge-like writing sessions during school breaks or at times when i didn't have that much homework and thus didn't have much to do when i wasn't at work. the hyper-regular update schedule came from me having a large backlog of chapters that were already complete and ready to be posted, so i could post a new chapter every week regardless of how much time or energy i'd had to write in the past 6 days.

in addition, ttdl was pretty much always on the brain for me - like, i was obsessed with it. when i had spare time to myself, there was never any question about how to spend it. i struggled to keep up with '1 chapter a week' when school was in session, but that didn't matter, because i had that chapter backlog from my breaks.

this is important because that is not what my life is like anymore.

last year, i finished school, moved out of my parents' home, and began working a full-time job almost exclusively from home. i have a roommate, so the housework doesn't fall entirely upon me, but i still have far more responsibilities in my day-to-day life, on top of working a full-time job, with no long scheduled breaks like i had when i was in school. that's had a noticeable negative impact on my mental health, and countering *that* takes time and energy.

right away, i had trouble keeping up with ttdl. all the shenanigans involved in moving, furnishing a new place, and getting to know a new area were fatiguing, and then i jumped straight into my job with no recovery time.

i knew it would be rough, of course - i planned for it, and i believe i put ttdl on a deliberate, announced hiatus before i moved so that it wouldn't be an additional source of stress. and i was excited to get back to it once i was ready, whenever that would be! i had this vision of me writing new chapters in my new home-office setup in the corner of my bedroom, feeling organized and creative and productive.

here's the thing about a hiatus: people lose interest.

it's totally natural; i do too! there are so many things to read that it is difficult to remain invested in one that's not right in front of your face all the time. i don't blame anyone for that. we should all be able to chase the stories that spark our interest and explore new things.

however. ttdl is a very long fic. it is over 250k and it is not even close to being finished. it is also very complicated. my writing is not overly descriptive - those are basically 250k words of plot. complicated stories are hard to write because they require intense mental energy. long stories are hard to write because they require long-term focus. complicated, long stories are exponentially more so on both counts because those two difficulties feed on each other.

so, if i put my long, complicated megafic on a hiatus, and people lose interest, then when i scrape together enough of my mental capacity to put out another chapter, it is going to get less of a response than i'd hoped for. even though i know why it's happened, that doesn't stop it from being disappointing. and i'm busier now, and i don't have as much time or energy to spend on ttdl, and now i have the additional burden of worrying whether people even still care.

(this is not a strictly rational worry. like i said, full-time WFH isn't great for my mental health. i'm working on it, but it's a work in progress.)

so what happens next? updates slow down. i get progressively more demotivated because i feel like i'm putting in more than i'm getting out in this situation. posting new chapters stresses me out because then i have to worry about how many comments this one is going to get and how it'll compare to the one before. how many people are going to go to the trouble of telling me that they liked this thing i worked hard on? that number keeps dropping because my updates are slower. people lose interest. what if they don't like it anymore? i try to make my author's notes engaging. i ask questions so people will have something to say in response. of course, this doesn't work if people aren't reading the new chapters at all. i have no way of knowing. i try not to stress about it. i remind myself that i am incredibly lucky to get the response that i do because there are so many writers who get barely any attention or response from their communities. i stress about it. i don't want to post the next chapter. i don't want to write the next chapter because once i write it i need to post it because i've kept people waiting long enough, haven't i?

it's been five months and one day since i last updated ttdl and i don't know when i'll update it again. i want to - i really do. this story means so much to me, and i don't want to leave it hanging like this.

but i also need to chase the stories that are going to make me happy. right now, ttdl does not make me happy. it makes me stressed and disappointed and that's not how fanfiction should feel.

so, do i hope that someday i will come back to it? absolutely yes. i know exactly what needs to happen in the next chapter. if i get the motivation back, i can do it. i want to have that motivation back. i want to complete this story. (the series would reach over a million words, i'm pretty sure.) i don't want to have it sitting there on my ao3, unfinished, reminding me that people are waiting for more of my work.

but i've been struggling with that motivation for a while now, so please do not hold your breath.

[enelea]

It was late afternoon and Milan had offered her a sealed can of soda from the fridge. She always double checked what she ate and drank on the job. Just for incase. As far as she could tell, he suspected nothing. Little did he know that their setup was already in motion and by this time tomorrow afternoon, Milan would be in police custody. She just needed the rest of today to pass uneventfully. Officers would take Clarissa and Dilan into their care from the bus stop tomorrow afternoon and she would take care of little Cameron when the other officers bust Milan here at home. " I think I'll go take a little nap, will you mind the boys a bit longer? Clarissa should be home soon." Milan said as he got up from the couch. " Sure, I'd be happy to", she smiled up at him. She felt so drowsy. She couldn't understand what was wrong with her. She even changed the TV channel to get something more interesting to watch. She had put both the boys down for a nap a few minutes earlier and decided to go lie down on her bed in the room she shared with the boys. She was a light sleeper so she would definitely wake up if Cameron woke up in his crib and Dilan was a loud little boy so she had nothing to worry about. Rubbing her throbbing temples, she made her way to the bedroom.

She woke up from the sunlight streaming through the half open blinds. It felt like a train had hit her. What time was it. She blinked a couple of times before the room properly came into view. " What the...?" The entire room was empty. It was just the bed with her in it in the room - nothing else. She got up and ran to the other room, everything and everyone was gone without a trace. She stormed out the front door nearly knocking a student passing by off his feet. "Sorry, what time is it?" She asked breathing heavily. "11:30, Mam." He answered politely. The shock on her face, left him concerned. " What day is it?" She gasped at his reply, it couldn't be. It all became clear. Milan had drugged her. It was the only explanation. She took that soda from him 4:30 on Tuesday afternoon and only woke up at 11:30 on Wednesday in an empty house. She has to contact chief Lauden. He would not be happy. She had messed up their entire operation and now Milan and his family needed to be tracked down again. Months of hard police work down the drain...

Rose White passed the former home of Milan and Clarissa on her Friday morning walk. She paused and shook her head sadly. By now the police man hunt for Milan had become public knowledge. There was even a reward for information on him. She was so grateful their relationship had not worked out, otherwise she might have been the one in Clarissa's shoes. Back then, her feelings were hurt and she resented Clarissa but now upon looking back she realized how blessed she was. She really hoped they would find Clarissa and the children unharmed and safe.