#prep school au

[beybuniki]

they should go on a fishing trip pt.1

#DONT COMMENT ON THE BACKGROUND I KNOWWWWWWWWWWWW #anyway this is day 1. they take a bus. the bakugo household has fishing gear so ´deku is wearing bakugo's onesoe (?) and bakugo is wearing #his dad's. and notices he has grown :') #anyway they take a BUS and don't feel like doing this at all it's awkward for so many reason #also trying to relax after everything is neurologically just really hard they might be hyperivgilant dik #and there's so much they never got to unpack bnut they have to and they have to start somewhere and with someone #deku makes that flower crown while bakugo preps everything and they both look at it and are thrown back into their childhood 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️ #and at first they just sit and wait for the bavarian fish to bite (rody should make a cameo tbh) but then bakugo breaks the iceeee. #and he starts with their moms because their moms have been such a stubbron connection between these two :') #and deku answers with the usual 'good :) how's your mom :)?' and to everyone's surprise he actually opens up #and tells deku about his mom's insomnia because she watched her son die (that shit was live streamed tpo 10 bnha tweets btw) #idk i love to think of their moms being a very easy subject to connect through i think it's easier for them that way to be more vulnerablei #and then some fish biteeeeeeeeeeee #but like 3 small ones so they have to gather berries and mushrooms and make stew (dw there's an aldi this is bavaria after all) #but yeah day 1 is a bit weird like it's just them in the woods with no distractions #which is so different from whatever went on during their 1st year of high school #don't read this i will throw up i just need this somewhere this is my public scrapbook #bnha #deku #midoriya izuku #bakugo katsuki #the flower crown on their knees makes this a bit homosexual but fishing is always homosexual im not fighting against that #au: #fishing

[lotus-pear]

i think you guys are onto smth..

i unironically got invested in this HELP

#WHERES THE FIC AT IF SOMEONE WRITES THIS I WILL PAY THEM A HUNDRED DOLLARS😭😭 #kunikida serving the country while dazai's serving cunt😔 #dazai was born to malewife but forced to manipulate and i think that's the greatest tragedy of bsd #anyway some facts i would like to share abt this au thay i came up w while drawing!! #takes place in 1939 (start of wwii) and there was a mandatory draft that required one male over eighteen from each house to serve #both of them are still twenty two and had been engaged for abt two years before getting married that year #newlyweds! unfortunately kuni had to go fight and they were seperated :( #before the war kunikida was a math teacher at the local high school and dazai obviously managed the household and didn't work #he's hopeless at cooking and meal prep even w recipie books so they either get those prepackaged meals or kuni makes dinner when he gets ba #so like when he's making lunch for kunikida he normally just packs a basic sandwich w raw fruit #kunikida always appreciates the effort even tho hes probably sick of having the same thing everyday but he won't complain abt it #when kunikida joined the army he was relieved that the mess hall had better food than dazai #he was the only one in his platoon that never complained abt the food so his fellow soldiers assumed it was bc he came from a tough bg #when in reality he was just used to being poisoned on a daily basis from his dumbass husbands cooking and was hardly fazed from army ration #they write to each other although its more dazai sending and kuni receiving bc hes off fighting and doesnt have time to write back #dazai talks abt life on the homefront and how he has to grow a victory garden (everything is DYING HE CANT EVEN RAISE TOMATOES) #and kuni writes abt his fellow soldiers and how the war is going and when he thinks he'll be home and how he misses sleeping in a bed #ANYWAY yea thought i'd share sry for infodumping in the tags again #this post is for like the four ppl that care abt this specific flavor of knkdz so hopefully this gets four notes at least #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #dazai osamu #osamu dazai #kunikida doppo #doppo kunikida #kunikidazai #knkdz #lotus draws #bro sry for posting at two in the morning i couldnt sleep until i got this out of my head they have infested my brain

[tennessoui]

Number 19 for the prompt thing. The parents meeting because of their kids. I’m kinda imagining Korkie being like a tutor/school reading buddy for the twins or something but you can just ignore that if it doesn’t match your thoughts on it.

hello!! i thought back as much as i could, and i don't think i actually did this prompt the first time around a couple of years ago, so there's nothing to link to save for the prompt list!

i stuck with korkie as obi-wan's kid and the twins as anakin's, but made the kids the same age and then took...a few more liberties with the prompt haha

(19. parents meeting while taking their kids to class) (sort of)

(2.8k)

“Leia, baby, why do you always decide to get into fights at school when it’s my week with you?” Anakin asks the steering wheel as he buckles himself in and turns over the engine. “They’re going to start thinking I’m raising a truant. Then they’re going to start asking about your home life, then they’re going to bring in experts to ask me more questions, then Padmé’s parents are going to throw their considerable legal weight around and get my partial custody revoked and then where will we be? Is that what you want? To only see me on your birthday and Christmas?”

Anakin pauses and reconsiders. Knowing his daughter, she may very well only want to see him for birthdays and Christmases. It would mean double the presents.

Thankfully the silence of the car doesn’t offer much in the way of constructive critique.

At a red light, he puts his head down on the steering wheel for a long enough moment that the car behind him honks when the light changes to green.

“They’re going to stop letting me leave work to come get you,” Anakin mutters a few minutes later as he turns the car into the school’s parking lot. “I have a partner meeting in thirty minutes that I really can’t miss, baby. Can’t you at least schedule your schoolyard fights around my calendar?”

It’s all rather pointless, but it feels good to grumble and bitch in the time it takes him to leave his office and arrive at the school, before he has to put on his adult face and demeanor to sit through another round of We’re Worried Your Five Year Old Is Too Violent As She Seems To View The Monkey Bars As Sacrificial Zones.

“Maybe she’d like hockey,” he says under his breath as he grabs his jacket from the other seat and swings it over his suit. It’s fucking freezing already, not even December. It’s indecent, that’s what it is. Surely a place as cold as this has a peewee hockey team in need of another angry little girl.

“Thank you,” he says when a woman holds the door open for him on her way out the building.

He’s stil sort of freaked out that the elementary school his children are going to is fancy enough to have an entrance hallway with a chandelier hanging from the ceilingk, but it’s not him that’s paying for their private school education that doesn’t offer discounts for all the collective hours they’ll spend napping on the floors.

To the immediate left of the door is the receptionist’s desk—behind her, the nurse’s room. He’s quite familiar with both. Mrs. Whitsdale even waves when she sees him, which means, unfortunately, she’s just made the shortlist of people Anakin needs to make Christmas cookies for. She joins the ranks of everyone else that’s been made to deal with his son and daughter in the tumultuous year after the divorce.

“Hi, ma’am,” he says dutifully, sticking his head into the receptionist area. “Do I need to sign in or can I just go up?”

She waves him away. “I’ve already got you, sweetheart. You’re late anyway, they’re waiting for you upstairs.”

“You’re a miracle amongst men,” he calls out as he turns instead to the right of the door and up the old staircase that leads to the principal’s office. This is also a route he is incredibly familiar with.

How can he be late? He practically flew here on light feet and broken speed limits. It’s enough to take his mood from bad to worse, which isn’t optimal for a meeting with the principal of the school when it’s his kid who caused the fight. Anakin’s role is to nonconfrontational, contrite to the point of groveling—because he knows his daughter won’t. 

That’s already hard enough when he’s feeling normal. It’s practically impossible when he’s feeling foul.

But Padmé did always say Leia got her stubbornness and temper from Anakin.

Anakin’s always said Leia never really had a chance considering who her parents are. 

After all, someone threw a hairdryer at the hotel mirror before they got divorced and it wasn’t Anakin. But he’s not stupid enough to even think that when Padmé’s around.

The big oak door at the end of the hallway on the second floor is elaborate, looks heavy, and stays closed. He knows that this is the headmaster’s office, but he’s never seen the guy around. He doesn’t even know what the guy does. What’s a headmaster of an elementary school doing every day? 

It’s an elementary school.

But, again. Anakin’s not paying for all this pomp and circumstance.

He takes another right instead, down the corridor in the opposite direction to the principal’s office. The door’s left ajar, and Anakin knocks politely before entering at the call to.

A couple of things bring him up short as soon as he steps into the room. For one thing, it’s not Principal Cinoff behind the desk, but a stranger who has the remnants of a three-piece suit on, jacket hanging neatly on a coat rack in the corner of the room. His vest is a deep red that should do nothing but drain his complexion—all pasty white skin, freckled and sun-starved, paired with his reddish hair and beard. It doesn’t, which is unfair to the point of duplicity. Or–something.

The way he’s sitting at the desk, hands spread wide on the wood and shoulders back, leaves no doubt in Anakin’s mind that the stranger is in a position of power here at the school. And probably in, like. Life. He looks like the kind of guy who gets his groceries on discount even without providing a loyalty card. He also looks like the kind of guy the system bends to accommodate. As a lawyer, Anakin is offended and deeply disturbed. That’s why his stomach does two or three flips in quick succession when they make eye contact.

The stranger’s eyes are cool and focused as they run over Anakin, and he gives him a perfunctory incline of his head. At least his eyes are warmer when they fall to the kids in front of him. 

And that’s the other thing that shocks him.

The amount of children in front of the desk. One pouting ginger kid off to the side, arms crossed and staring down at his light-up sneakers.

And then two very familiar heads of hair on the other side. 

“Luke?” He asks before he can stop himself, surprise dripping from his tone. “What are you doing here?”

At this rate, he’s going to give his daughter a complex, he knows it.

But Luke has never been in trouble before. Sure, they’re only five, and it’s only been three months of school, but in that time, Anakin’s been called down here six times to deal with Leia-related emergencies. He’s always imagined that meanwhile, Luke was in his classroom, chewing on crayons or diligently helping the teacher pass out homework assignments.

The stand-in principal coughs slightly and rises. “Ah, Mr. Skywalker-Amidala. Thank you for being able to join us today.”

Anakin scowls automatically before schooling his face into something far more diplomatic and pleasant when his children whirl around in their seats to look at him. The last thing he needs is for his children to think they can sneer at authority figures, given that he’s one of their main authority figures. 

Luke leaves his chair to hug onto his leg, pressing his small face into the fabric of his pants, presumably seeking comfort and also to wipe his face dry of tears and snot.

Anakin puts a hand on his head and strokes through his hair, darting a curious glance at Leia, who has turned around to glare forward again, arms crossed over her chest.

“It’s just Skywalker, actually,” he tells the stranger. “Amidala is their mother.”

The man’s eyebrow goes up and he picks up a pen to make a note on the papers before him. An actual note. Regarding Anakin’s divorce. “Ah, apologies then,” he says. “Our contact list notes you as the father, Skywalker-Amidala, and their mother as Amidala-Organa.”

Anakin squints, trying to decide if the stranger is just trying to correct a clerical error in the school’s records or fishing for gossip. He gives him the benefit of the doubt. “Amidala is their mother, recently remarried to Organa. Organas. And she’s always been better at remembering to file paperwork than I am.”

The stranger keeps his face admirably placid. “Ah,” he says. “Well, Mr. Skywalker. Should we begin?”

“Uh,” he says. “What about the other parent?”

The stranger blinks at him, both eyebrows raised. “I’m a widower.”

“Uh,” he says. “I meant…” he gestures at the other child, the surly looking ginger kid.

“I’m afraid it will just be us, Mr. Skywalker,” the stranger says. “Please, sit.”

Anakin sits, and Luke is quick to scramble up into his lap with a very plaintative, “I didn’t really mean to.”

“So at recess today, the children were playing on the swings,” the stranger who must be the principal for the day says. “And—”

“Sorry,” Anakin interrupts. “Can I get your name please? I was expecting Principal Cinoff.”

The man pauses. “Sheri has been put on sudden maternity-leave a few months early,” he says. “For the next couple of weeks, I’ll be dual-hatting as both principal and headmaster while we continue to search for a temporary replacement.” He raises an eyebrow at Anakin. Anakin really doesn’t appreciate that. “This was in an email the school sent out to all the parents recently.”

“Yes, well,” Anakin says. “I get a lot of emails.”

The man looks unimpressed. “I encourage you to prioritize the communications from your children’s learning institute.”

Anakin bristles. What a dick. Who the fuck says learning institute?

“I’m sorry, what’s your name?” he asks in his best unimpressed voice.

“Obi-Wan Kenobi,” the man’s unimpressed voice is ten times more chilling than Anakin’s, which is also not fair. “Please, call me Dr. Kenobi.” Anakin scowls. “I appreciate the fact that you feel as though you can cover the extremely busy roles of both headmaster and principal of an elementary school, but I would really rather wait until the other parent gets here so we can most productively discuss the altercation, Mr. Kenobi.”

“Please, Mr. Skywalker,” Kenobi says. “Leave the litigation to the court rooms, we—”

“It’s Esquire, actually.”

Kenobi’s face grows very pinched around the mouth and eyebrows. Anakin feels a vicious thrill course through him even as his stomach flips again.

“I suppose I should have made it clearer at the beginning of this session,” Kenobi says, tone dripping in you idiot. “This is my son, Korkie.”

Anakin’s mouth falls open. His immediate thought is, of course, Korkie Kenobi? And he thought Luke and Leia were too cutesy for twin names.

“Korkie is a family name,” Kenobi adds rather dryly. “My late wife’s grandfather’s.”

Anakin doubts that’s even true. He bets it’s not actually, that Kenobi just plays the dead wife card to get out of judgemental questions about his naming abilities.

But then another, worse thought occurs to Anakin. “Wait a second, you can’t be the parent and the principal!”

“I assure you, I am impartial.”

“Like hel—heck you are!” Anakin straightens in his seat and Luke lets out a grumble, clinging tightly to his front. “I demand a different authority.” “No,” Kenobi says firmly, as if the matter is at rest. This, of course, is absolutely infuriating.

“It’s unfair bias and I will not see either of my children punished in a tyrannical and self-serving institution—”

Kenobi pinches at the bridge of his nose. “Mr. Skywalker, unless you would like to have me call Mrs. Cinoff away from her pre-mature baby, I am the best option this school has. Please. Settle down.”

“Dad,” Leia says, “I don’t want to miss reading time.”

Anakin breathes out in disgust. Shitty, overpriced private school. This sort of thing would never happen at a publicly funded school.

“The fact of the matter is that Luke pushed Korkie off the swings,” Kenobi says with a stern look at both Luke and Anakin. He holds up his hand when Anakin opens his mouth. “An incident that many were witness to. And before you make an accusation, there were many witnesses who were not on the school’s payroll, Mr. Skywalker.”

Anakin closes his mouth sullenly.

“Korkie could have been very hurt, Luke,” Kenobi says, clasping his hands in front of him and looking down at Anakin’s son. “He was swinging pretty fast when you pushed him, and he could have broken his ankle in the fall.”

Luke’s bottom lip trembles. “I didn’t want to hurt him,” he mumbles, turning his face back into Anakin’s sleeve. “He was being mean. I just wanted him to stop.” “I wasn’t!” Korkie cries, sitting straight in his chair for the first time since Anakin’s arrived. “I wasn’t being mean, dad!” “You said Leia’s hair looks like cinnamon buns on her head!” Luke shouts back, pushing away from Anakin’s arms to glare at the other boy. 

Anakin winces. When it’s Padmé’s turn with the kids, Leia always turns up to school with elaborately braided hair, twisted on top of her head in elegant formations that look effortlessly pretty. He knows that’s not Padmé’s work, but he also can’t figure out if Breha or Bail is responsible. It’s not something he wants to ask.

The fanciest Anakin can do, after all, is two buns on either side of Leia’s head. 

That do, truth be told, look rather like cinnamon rolls.

“Ah,” Kenobi says. “I believe I understand the miscommunication here. Korkie, would you like to tell the Skywalkers what you meant when you told Luke that Leia’s hair looked like cinnamon buns?”

If possible, the kid turns even more red, blushing furiously. “I really like cinnamon buns,” he mutters, crossing his arms tighter. “They’re my favorite.”

“He’s started asking for them for breakfast several times a week,” Kenobi tells Anakin with a smile lingering around his lips. “I’ve been wondering why.”

Anakin isn’t sure he likes the explanation. Sure, Korkie can have whatever sort of crush on his daughter that he wants to have, but likening her hair to cinnamon buns isn’t very kind, and he’s pretty sure that if someone else was the judge in this trial, they wouldn’t be so quick to justify the other boy’s words.

Luke seems to agree with him. “Your hair looks like carrots,” he snaps, crossing his arms.

Because Anakin is an intelligent adult who understands that making enemies with the headmaster’s son isn’t the best move, he adds on the Skywalker family’s behalf, “Luke loves carrots.”

Luke, in fact, hates carrots. 

“There is still the matter of Luke pushing Korkie off the swing,” Kenobi says, eyebrows raised like he understands exactly what’s going unsaid here. “We do not encourage physical violence of any sort here, and it was dangerous. Korkie could have been hurt much more badly than a scraped knee.”

The words are very serious and grave, and Luke wilts under the headmaster-principal-father’s disappointed stare. Anakin bristles.

“Well, it’s his first infraction,” he says. “And he was sticking up for his sister. I think that’s fair. He won’t do it again.”

“Hm,” Kenobi says, pushing papers aside and pulling out a glossy leaflet. “Now, I cannot force you to consider this, but I noticed that neither Luke nor Leia are currently enrolled in any of our extracurriculars.”

“They’re five.”

“We have many on offer at Jedi Prepatory School,” Kenobi continues as if Anakin hasn’t said anything. “And I wanted to highlight our peewee hockey league. I think both Leia and Luke would enjoy the rigorous schedule, and they may…benefit from the…structure it offers. And team activity.”

Anakin glowers. He can read between the lines. Kenobi’s just called his parenting style structureless and lazy. It makes him want to grab the pamphlet and rip it to shreds in front of him. “I would have to talk about it with their mother,” he says stiffly instead.

“Of course,” Kenobi says cheerfully. “When you do, please give Bail and Breha my well-wishes as well. It’s been far too long since I’ve had the time to see them, given how exhastingly busy it is to be the headmaster and principal of an elementary school.”

“Right,” Anakin grits out. “Yeah. I’ll let my ex-wife’s new partners know.”

Kenobi’s smile is all teeth. “I look forward to seeing you in the rink, Mr. Skywalker Esquire. My son plays on the team.”

Anakin wonders if there’s another peewee hockey team he can have his kids join. Just so they can beat Jedi Prepatory school and then laugh in Korkie and Dr. Kenobi’s faces.

Yeah. That sounds really nice.

He’ll look when he gets back to work.

This takes priority.

#asks #prompt fill #obikin #i actually love writing aus where they're assholes to each other from the start and also insane about the other #anakin definitely finds a different peewee (baby hockey) team for teh twins #and makes sure he can make it to their every game #especially those against jedi prep #so he can spend the entire time sniping at kenobi #this time with gloves off because their kids can't hear them from the ice #rude and mean and barbed enough that all the other parents throw kenobi startled looks #and given them a wide berth #they hate each other they're flirting like mad they sneak away from the school cupcake sale to fuck in the computer lab #anakin has never been more involved in his twins' kindergarten education #neither has dr kenobi

[ninjago-x-lmk]

Kai raised Nya

And what I mean by ‘raised’ I mean: Of course they had babysitters. But Kai is the one who mostly nurtured Nya. Sure the Babysitters and the Village could have been providing for these two, but what about the other needs?

I imagine he was the one who sometimes cooked for her when the other babysitters were busy. The one who probably helped her with homework, helped her with chores, did his and her laundry. We already see that he at least played games with Nya.

Something I usually do with my little sister is not only help prepare her clothes for school but also prep the table so we can both eat. (Sometimes for the entire family) with Nya and Kai obviously leaning towards Asian cultures, usually the older siblings are seen as the Secondary Parents.

So in a way, he DID raise Nya, not in a sense of a ‘parent’ where they provide the needs and support for the child. But in a way that a brother could possibly provide. Love, Care and Respect.

I would also imagine that the Babysitters never really stayed for long since they have their own homes and families to go back to. Especially since both Nya and Kai remark ‘it was just me and my sibling’ cause most of the time It was just Kai and Nya.

That’s just my interpretation on the ‘Kai raised Nya’ thing. It’s more of an elder sibling instinct than a parenting instinct.

#ninjago #ninjago au #ninjago kai #ninjago nya #it’s complicated to explain #but I myself am an older sibling #and most of the time I am technically raising my sister #I tend to remind her of certain things #I tend to cook for me and her #I prepare her clothes in the morning #her lunch #her snacks #I prep the plate so that most of us can eat. #after school I have the need to look for her #when something’s wrong I panic for her #When she’s sick I have to give her medicine when my parents aren’t around #basically sometimes older siblings in some cultures have some sort of ‘parent role’ #and again they are usually viewed as the second parent

[vyeoh]

Tell me more about the prep x bad boy treebark!!!! *swings feet and smiles to reveal my second set of teeth like a baby shark* please?

Ren graduated last year (he's one year older than martyn) and no one knows if they're just weirdly close besties or dating or some 3rd secret thing. Like, the thing is they flirted constantly but Ren is just Like That with everyone but also maybe it's like a ploycule situation? Theyre both theater kids and the theater department is just alway sleeping with each other so idk maybe its some theater department polycule. Like, no one knows what's up with those two weirdos but honestly it's not worth the energy to deal with

#vio.ask #brought to you by: my own inability to recognize relationships #anyways i thunk it would be funny if they were the 'idk whats up with them and at this point im too scared to ask' dou/couple #punk x prep au #also queer friendships sometimes are just like that especially in high school

[nonchalantatall]

me and my affinity for making everything just a little bit worse - mikudemy edition

the whole mikudemy thing for this year’s april fools reads to me as like some distant dream that’s literally too good to be true, or maybe not even “good” but the kind of dream that’s filled with so much warmth that when you wake up from it, you may not remember most of what happened, but you remember how you felt and mourn the loss of something you don’t remember

I’ve heard of people having dreams that felt like they lasted an entire lifetime where they built a life for themselves or got married or had kids, and then when they wake up, they’re disoriented as they try to remember their real life

at the all music mikudemy, the virtual singers pass for humans and doppelgangers of their different versions, and no one questions how these 20 people—who all vaguely know each other—ended up at the same school that was recommended to them by their own mikus, not to mention sekai particles floating around the world to signal that this is not real life

they all live through an entire year at this school having fun playing and learning about music, making friends, then they graduate, and then they wake up

for some, it was just a really vivid dream, and they might be able to continue their lives with a vague memory of they joy they experienced and think nothing of it

but for others, they wake up to a harsh reality that their real lives are not what they want them to be—they are the ones mourning the loss of being able to stay together, to have the chance to study what they want, and to always have fun surrounded by people they care about

#rui who said mikudemy is the first time he's actually enjoyed being at a school #mafuyu who didn't have prep classes and could study music because she loves it #even ena kanade and mizuki getting the chance to feel 'normal' regularly going to school #and etc #i think im gonna be ill #project sekai #nonchalantly #mikudemy #mikudemy au #project sekai april fools

[bumblingbabooshka]

Tuvok-B'Elanna dynamic at its core to me is Weird Girl on Playground vs Girl Who Walks Right Up To Her & Says "You're Weird." while everyone else just heavily implies it. Also, the reason Seven/B'Elanna works so well is their weirdgirl 2 weirdgirl communication Also 2) Seven is going THROUGH it with Janeway...Janeway is Seven's Popular Girl Friend who's sort of being condescending to you but also is genuinely trying to be nice and also there's a lesbian undertone to all your interactions as she tries to get you to submit to a makeover and that relationship will be with you forever and you'll never be able to fully say it was good or bad - yet it haunts you. Seven's relationship with B'Elanna is thinking "I hate her boyfriend so much I could treat her better" so hard that her head explodes. You know Tom did something at/before prom and Seven swooped in. You know this to be true. B'Elanna thinks Seven is so pretty and why would she even hang out with a loser like me? Why be a weirdo when you could just be popular Miss Perfect??? And they have this sort of antagonism but understanding of one another even as they keep pissing each other off and being annoying.

#Seven/B'Elanna is weirdgirl4weirdgirl #Sorry to say but Janeway is SO the popular girl who is nice to nerds but also plainly thinks of them as little projects v_v #Also not sorry to say but Tom is so 'B'Elanna you're like WEIRD you're not at ALL like other girls you're like WEIRD and I love it you're #like literally CRAZY you're the WEIRDEST girl ever not like all these other normal boring girls we should date' #I saw someone shipping B'Elanna/Kes at one point and you know what? I'll tell you something: Weirdgirl4Weirdgirl yet again - Bug girl Kes #Anyway Tuvok & Janeway are preps (evil) sorry v_v #Tom is the rich kid who dresses like he's not rich and keeps saying like no guys my DAD is rich but like ugh I hate him I'm not ABOUT that #fake glitz & glam life but you KNOW it's kind of an act...like it's kinda not but also it is. #Harry is an everyman...he's the TRUE nice popular kid #Tom is explaining D&D to him and Harry's like 'Hey dude YEAH absolutely~!' #Tom explaining D&D to Janeway-Tuvok and Janeway-Tuvok keep sharing little looks. Janeway's like 'haha cute~' and Tuvok's like 'ew' #B'Elanna/Seven will have a computer lab romance. The computer lab was B'Elanna's spot but suddenly Seven transfers and is ALWAYS in there #idk why this turned into a highschool au - who knows #this started as a metaphor but no its serious now this IS the high school au

[cryptid-called-ash]

Witcher thoughts

Sorcerer Jaskier / Yennefer (version one)

Just after the mountain drama

jaskier get blinded by a bruxa on his way down the mountain.

So he decides fuck it he’s had enough with people for the next decade

He dyes his hair and becomes a pseudo- hermit, throwing himself into perfecting his magic

He starts going by Julian again

Yennefer hears about this mysterious sorcerer living in the mountains who helps the local village and goes to investigate

Lo and behold it’s jaskier

She shocked, confused, but not angry. She can’t bring herself to be. Not when he invites her into his cottage for tea

She very quickly becomes angry, but not at jaskier, no her fury is solely on geralt for leaving jask alone

Winter falls and jask asks yenn to stay with him

They start getting close and before they realize it, they’ve fallen in love

They decide to wed for real

Rip geralt he’s got two angry sorcerer newlyweds to deal with now

Witcher jaskier

Do y’all watch the Witcher George on YouTube? You should. Go watch the school of the leshen video! I’ll wait.

School of the leshen Jaskier.

His dad, Alfred, is also a Witcher of the same school, he had jask before undergoing the mutations.

A 22 year old newly minted Witcher Alfred is out on a contract in lettenhove and runs into the woman he had a one night stand with, and surprise, he’s a father.

She gives a rather neglected 5 year old Julian to his father.

Panicking about his new status as a father, he takes his son back to the elder keep and raises Julian as a Witcher.

 Julian has a surprising affinity for signs, Axii in particular, which he learned to incorporate into his voice. Earning him the nickname ‘siren in the wood’

{oc time} the Witcher Berek Ebonstone is roughy around Julian’s age and the two become quick friends. Even traveling together when they become full witchers

Jul gets sent to study at oxenfurt and bring new information back the the school, where he takes up his infamous persona of Jaskier the bard

Julian is out on a contract in Posada, having just completed it when he meets geralt.

Now Julian, ever the little shit, decides he wants to see what all the fuss over the white wolf is about.

Things play out as normal, albeit with jaskier always seems to have more coin when geralt comes back from a contract than when he left, there always seems to be one less contact too. He’s sure it’s nothing though.

It’s not until the infamous break up that things really change.

Jaskier seemingly drops off the face of the earth.

Berek and Julian are once again hunting together regularly, occasionally interacting with the other wolves but, blessedly, never running into geralt.

Julian knows his luck won’t hold, and he’ll have to face geralt eventually and tell him the truth. But he going to wait until he has no other choice.

#yennskier #witcher jaskier #witcher au #thoughts and ideas #yennefer of vengerberg #yennefer x jaskier #school of the leshen #let’s make it happen #julian alfred pankratz #non human jaskier #feral jaskier #bamf jaskier #goth bi x prep bi #sorcerer jaskier #geralt of rivia #geraskier #geraskefer #siren in the wood au

[birgittesilverbae]

tripped and ended up with divorced-never married-weird vibes-who fucking knows bealil in yet another au oops

#i just 1. think they're neat 2. remembered the deeply gay vibes of the prep school teammates who joined my school team together #hooker au #em talks #myfic #beatrice x lilith

[clawsnoir]

this photo of jgl and meagan good is giving teenage batcat lmao

#batcat #i am staunchly against high school au...but this image is tempting me #they spend every lunch period smoking underneath the bleachers like little delinquents #gotham prep's edgiest couple 💞

[msweebyness]

Class of Heroes AU: Francois Preparatory Academy

I present to you, the school that our heroic classes attend! Thanks to @imsparky2002 for the idea about the dorms, and as always, credit to him and @artzychic27! Enjoy!

*A boarding school that houses the students year-round, it’s hailed as one of the upscale and elite schools in the world.

*Founded four centuries before, the school grounds are built on what was once a giant and luxurious palace. The surrounding grounds comprise of the lesser schools and other amenities.

*The East(Girls) and West(Boys) wings consist of lavish dorms, magically enchanted to alter themselves so that each half best suits its student resident.

*The school has several magical wards and barriers protecting it from the forces of evil, though especially deceptive villains HAVE slipped through the cracks…

*Alongside the core subjects such as math, science, and history, the school also offers many unique courses and extracurriculars, such as magic and heroism training, wilderness survival, and princess/princely etiquette.

*The school was always exclusively for royalty and aristocracy, and it is only in the last twenty years that commoners were permitted to attend.

*That’s not to say that everything at the school is completely fair, however. Much criticism has come in towards the school for their handling of the students coming from nobility. To be completely honest with you, it’s an unbelievably biased and toxic environment, with the royal and aristocratic students never getting punished or blamed for any of their wrongdoings, while being allowed to essentially torment the commoner students however they please. And this doesn’t look apt to change soon. Thankfully, there are good eggs in the royal basket.

#miraculous ladybug #class of heroes #disney au #ml au #Francois prep #fictional school

[spacesistersimp]

Soo do you all want a

Eddie(Buffy) x reader school au, friends to lovers/academic rivals

Oorrr a

Dio(NYPD) x reader school au, moon/sun, goth/prep

',:)

#eddie x reader #eddie buffy #nypd #nypd dio #dio x reader #dio x you #dio morrissey #dio morrissey x reader #school au #academic rivals #sun x moon #goth x prep #friends to lovers trope #friends to lovers #fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedropascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal x you

[mye-chi]

so for my okhasis prep academy au it's actually a wizard school au! (just not named it because i wouldn't want to clutter tags with it.)

one of the main concepts for the school is that there'd be houses split up each based off of the divine warriors but... im really struggling to come up with a proper sorting system >< i have some thoughts i'm thumbing through but goodness am i struggling

#like wow the fury house and the destroyer house how extremely different #what the heck is the wandering house suppose to do??? just leave school??? #/j but only because those aren't the actual names of the houses (ill share the real ones once the system is complete. maybe. hopefully!) #okhasis prep academy au

[otpcompendium]

A, a slacker, and B, the resident honors kid, get seated together during their chemistry lab. While A usually just messes around until class ended, they get a peek at some of the things B is taking notes on... and it’s definitely not the kind of chemistry they’re learning in class.

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#otp #otp prompts #imagine your otp #writing prompts #ship prompts #story prompts #character prompts #high school au #high schoolers #goth x nerd #prep x nerd #chemistry #chem class #science lab

[vyeoh]

Are the coral isles a specific place in the punk x prep AU? Like a resort or something?

Nope! It is a high school au lmao the coral kids are just the preps

#its grease not high school musical #vio.ask #punk x prep au

[abbatoirablaze]

Bad Girl's Club, Chapter 3

Word Count:  1.7k

Warnings: discussion about trans living, mentions of taboo relationships/crushes, downplaying gender dysphoria, mentions of oral (f/f)

“Oh, Avery, over here!”

“That’s Lily,” Avery smiled, nodding to the girl with short, light brown hair.  Meanwhile the girl next to her was shaking her head, “and the one shaking her head is Sam Storm.”

Jenna’s brows raised, “Sam Storm?  Like her brother and sister ar-“

“Don’t bring up Johnny and Sue,” Avery frowned, the moment turning serious, “but yes…her siblings are one half of the Fantastic Four…and Johnny teaches here…it’s a bit of a sour subject.”

Jenna nodded, continuing to follow Avery with her tray over to the table that already had two girls talking at it.  It was Lily that acknowledged her first, “Who’s this?”

“New girl,” Avery said shortly as she sat down, “showing her around.”

“Hey guys, who’s the new girl?” a third girl asked, sitting opposite of Jenna. 

“Guys, meet Jenna…Jenna this is Lily Drysdale, Sam Storm, and Jess Tarentum.”

“What are you in for?” Lily teased.

“She’s in for fighting…”

Lily smirked and Sam giggled to herself.  Jess frowned. 

“I-I’m not a bad kid or anyt-“

“I’m a teen mom,” Jess answered quickly, trying to reassure Jenna that she didn’t think any less of her, “my asshole parents kicked me out when I got knocked up…so I got a scholarship here when I was homeless.”

“You were homeless for like a day…you lived with me and my dad until you got your apartment.”

“Yeah, like a week later,” Sam pointed out.  She turned her attention to Jenna, “don’t pay attention to her.  She likes drama…she’ll tell you so many stories…”

Jessica’s mouth dropped, “WHAT?  No, I won’t.  I was homeless.  I am a teen mom.  I-“

“You’re the only girl I’ve ever known to get knocked up at an all-girl’s catholic school,” Lily giggled.  She wiggled her eyebrows at the girl.  She looked at Jenna, “I was her roomie there, and she still wouldn’t tell me which professor she boinked.”

“Lily!”

“Well, it’s not like any of our classmates knocked you up!” she pointed out, “we all had vaginas!”

“LILY!”

“Did Avery tell you that she blew up her last school’s chemistry lab?”

Jenna’s eyes widened as she turned to her guide, “what?”

“It was an accident!” Avery said quickly, reaching over to Jenna, “I’m not good in science.  That wasn’t why I’m here though.  My dad just didn’t want to-“

“God your dad is so hot,” Sam sighed happily as she cut Avery off, “what I wouldn’t give to-“

“We’re not going into that war again!” Lily said firmly as she cut Sam off, shaking her head at the two girls.  When Jenna’s brows furrowed, she sighed, “Sam has a crush on Avery’s dad, and Avery is in love with Sam’s brother.  They both teach here so anytime they start their little back and forth it’s just better to stop it when you see it coming…you don’t want to see Sam’s powers.”

“Y-you have powers?”

“Most people don’t know it, but I was on the same mission as Sue and Johnny…got the same radiation.”

“Can I see-“

“NO!” Lily said quickly, “you don’t want to see what she can do…and she’s not allowed to do it…remember what happened last time Sam!  Avery stop goading her like you always do!  She’s not going to boink your dad.”

“Not today, anyways.”

Avery narrowed her eyes at Sam. 

“If you fuck my dad, I find a way to fuck your brother.”

“Enough you too!” Lily commanded

Both Sam and Avery narrowed their eyes at her, “you’re acting like we’re animals.”

“Might as well be when it comes to them.”

“At least we don’t have a crush on Professor Everett!” Sam smirked, crossing her arms.  Lily turned a few different shades of pink and the girls laughed.

“Who’s professor Everett?”

“The wood and metal shop professor,” Jess smiled, “Lily’s had a crush on him since last year when he started.  But he’s always grouchy and dirty, and-“

“He literally is covered in wood chips and metal shavings!” Avery pointed out, “I don’t know how a spoiled little rich girl like you is attracted to that.”

“He’s rugged!” Lily said defensively as she pouted, “there’s nothing wrong with a man that can build things.”

“He’s the exact opposite of your dad!” Sam laughed, “no wonder you like him.”

“What’s wrong with Lily’s dad?” Jess asked.

“Nothing…if you liked spoiled brats,” Avery giggled quickly, “Ransom Drysdale is the epitome of a rich, chauvinistic asshole.”

“That’s my dad!” Lily scoffed.  When Avery and Sam shot her a look she giggled, “okay, so he’s kind of a dick.  But he’s still my dad!”

“I think he’s nice…”

“You’re just saying that because you don’t really know him, Jess,” Lily said with a shrug, “he was nice to you because you’re like my first real friend.”

“So…do you have a boyfriend, Jenna?” Sam asked nosily as she placed a hand under her chin, “there aren’t any boys here, you know, aside from the professors, but they’re some pretty good eye candy.”

“Oh..uh…no.”

“Oh my god…are you a lesbian?”

“LILY!” Jess exclaimed, eyes going wide, “you can’t just ask people that!”

Avery gave Jenna a reassuring smile as she took her hand beneath the table. 

“M-most boys I’ve liked don’t want to date someone like me.”

The girls frowned. 

“I’m sure nothing’s wrong with you.”

“You look okay to me!”

“You’re really pretty, Jenna.”

“Oh…I just…well I mean…I’m trans,” she admitted softly, “I uh…I’ve never had a boyfriend because most boys don’t want to date a girl in a boy’s body…”

“But you have tits.”

“LILY OH MY GOD!” Jess exclaimed, reaching next to her to slap her best friend, “YOU CAN’T SAY THAT STUFF TO PEOPLE!”

“M-my dad is really great about it…when I turned seventeen and he retired he let me do this…” she admitted, “he always made sure to support me even when my mom didn’t.  He had to get a court order to make my mom let me take my HRT before I hit puberty.”

“Wait…your mom didn’t support it?”

“She thought that it was a phase.  I remember when I was in kindergarten and stuff she tried to play along, but by the time I hit second grade she was over it,” she shrugged, “dad tells me that I shouldn’t hold it against her…he said that he doesn’t really get it either, but he wants me to be happy first and foremost…but yeah…after I got kicked out of my last school he asked what would make me happy…I told him I wanted to start transitioning even more…and he said that while he wouldn’t let me get my bottom surgery until after I graduate, he could at least let me get my top surgery.”

“Oh my god that so sweet.”

“Your dad is so nice…”

“Is your dad single?”

“My dad’s single, yeah…” Jenna laughed, “but if any of you bitches go after him, I’ll gut you…he’s been through a lot…”

“Does he have a big dick?”

“OH MY GOD!  LILY!”

“Jess, control her!” Avery laughed. 

“I’m so sorry, Jenna!” Jess sighed as she smacked her hand to her forehead.  Shaking her head, she looked at her best friend, “you done acting worse than my two-year-old?”

“Wait, do you have a big dick?”

“LILY!”

“Well, I’m just saying!”  Lily exclaimed, “this is an all-girl’s school and I literally only get to interact with guys nearly twice my age!  If Jenna has a dick, I’m riding it before I graduate!”

“You’re a whole ass, dumb bitch,” Jess sighed, shaking her head.  Jenna bit the side of her cheek, not sure on whether to be upset by the comments or feeling flattered.  But one thing was for sure.  She definitely felt uncomfortable, “Jenna I-“

“I-I don’t want to start anything, but can you not speak like that?” Jenna asked, cutting Jess off, “I just…I-it doesn’t feel like a part of me and it’s really weird to think of that…like would you say you’re going to eat out the other girls too?  Because you’re kind of treating me like a sex toy or a fetish…and it’s not okay with me.”

The girls got silent, staring around the table at one another. 

“If it makes you feel any better she actually has put out the offer to the girls,” Avery said quietly.  Jenna’s eyes widened as she looked at the rest of the girls and back to Avery, “you know…to eat us out…”

“I-I-“

“She’s not half bad either,” Sam shrugged, “you know…if you ever do want to take her up on it.  Just don’t blindfold her…because I used a strap-on after, and she moaned-HI Professor Everett!  Great day we’re having today, isn’t it?”

Lily paled as the well-dressed, but rugged professor stopped at the table, “Storm.  Ladies.”

“We have a new student today, Professor Everett,” Avery said quickly, hoping to break the obvious tension as Lily eyed down the mountain of a man, “her name is Jenna Mitchell…”

“Mitchell,” he said thoughtfully.  He balanced his takeout box on his hand, turning it, “Mitchell…Fowler’s kid, right?”

“Y-you know my dad?”

He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips, “he plays poker with a few of us guys every once in a while, when we need a sixth.”

“Y-yeah.”

“Yeah,” he smiled, “father’s a good man…thank him for his service to our country every time I see him…Tucker said you’d be starting this semester.”

“Tucker?” Avery asked, brow raised, “as in Professor Tucker?”

“H-he and my dad have been friends for a long time,” she admitted softly, “I-I’ve known Lance for as long as I can remember.”

“Good to meet you, sweetheart.” Curtis acknowledged as he walked away. 

“Did Professor Everett just call you sweetheart?”

“Chill Lily,” Jess smiled, nudging her friend, “she clearly doesn’t have a crush on him!”

“Wh-what?”

“Come on girl, I saw the way you blushed at the mention of Professor Tucker…you’ve got a crush on Mr. Gold Medal himself, don’t you?”

“I-“

“Rumor has it he just broke up with Professor Jalen,” Sam smiled excitedly, “are you two fucking?”

Jenna’s eyes widened, “What?  Me-me and Lance?  NO!  I-“

“Don’t worry,” Avery smiled, gently putting a hand on the new girl’s shoulder, “she’s just messing with you…but with how flustered you just got, we’re definitely gonna help you out…right girls?”

“If we’re helping her out, can someone please help me out?” Lily asked, “not that I don’t appreciate Sam, but using a strap-on with each other and pretending to be our crushes is not the same…I wanna ride Curtis mountain.”

Chapter 4

#bad girls club #badgirlsclub #curtis everett #snowpiercer au #snowpiercer #chris evans characters #sebastian stan characters #prep school #high school #johnny storm #lance tucker #chase collins #ransom drysdale