#day two: babysitting
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Shouto looks down with a delayed kind of panic, eyes widening when he sees that his homework is burning underneath his touch. His pencil is now a black puddle of plastic goo and graphite. He curses and tries to smother the fire, temper mounting higher as the crackling of the flames rises in perfect harmony with the sound of Bakugou’s maniacal laughter.
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When Present Mic asks him to watch Bakugou for the afternoon, all that Shouto can think of to say is, “You want me to babysit?”
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When Present Mic asks him to watch Bakugou for the afternoon - something about having to help out a fellow hero or something of that vein - all that Shouto can think of to say is, “You’re aware that I’m sick, right?”
Present Mic sighs. “Yes, Todoroki,” he says, “I am aware that you are sick.” He glances over at where Bakugou is sitting on the common-room couch, kicking his feet back and forth as he doodles something on the sketchbook that Yaoyorozu made for him, blissfully unaware of the conversation taking place just a few paces away. “I mean, it won’t be for too long, and…” He trails off, looking sheepish. “If you don’t think you can -”
“No, I can do it,” Shouto says, then blinks, unsure as to why exactly he just said that. He’s not an older brother. He doesn’t know how to take care of children. Besides the remedial course with Bakugou, the longest time he’s spent with small children recently is when Eraserhead brought Eri around for Christmas.
“Thanks so much,” Present Mic says, and now it's too late to take his offer back. “It's just for a few hours. Just don’t let him, y’know, die or anything. Keep him happy. Don’t let him see Midoriya.”
Shouto nods and nods without actually processing a word of what his teacher is saying. “Okay.”
Looking relieved, Present Mic walks over to Bakugou and crouches down in front of him. “I have to leave for a little bit,” Shouto hears the hero say. “Todoroki is going to watch you for me, alright? Make sure to listen to him!”
Bakugou stops drawing and looks up at Present Mic with a wounded expression on his face. “Where are you going?” he asks. “Why can’t I come?”
“I’m going to go do hero work,” Present Mic explains, patient as always. “You can’t come with me because it’ll be too dangerous for you, and I don’t want you to be hurt.”
Bakugou looks like he understands what Present Mic is saying, but he doesn’t look all that happy about it. “Alright,” he says, sounding like he’s trying not to show how upset he is. “Come back soon.”
Present Mic stands and ruffles Bakugou’s hair. “Be good for Todoroki, okay?” he says, which earns him a grumble in response. Present Mic laughs and walks towards the door. He opens it, then pauses. “Thanks again, Todoroki,” he says, and then he leaves.
… And that’s that.
[1:43 PM] Todoroki Shouto: Fuyumi.
[1:43 PM] Todoroki Shouto: Do you know how to take care of small children?
[1:49 PM] Todoroki Fuyumi: i mean.
[1:49 PM] Todoroki Fuyumi: considering that i’m an elementary school teacher, i’d like to say yes?
[1:51 PM] Tordoroki Shouto: Okay. Do you know what it means when they won’t stop being angry?
that usually means that they’re hungry, in my experience.
[1:53 PM] Todoroki Shouto: Okay, thanks.
[1:54 PM] Todoroki Fuyumi: no problem!!
[1:54 PM] Todoroki Fuyumi: wait.
[1:54 PM] Todoroki Fuyumi: why are you asking this.
[1:54 PM] Todoroki Fuyumi: shouto?
[1:54 PM] Todoroki Fuyumi: shouto???
Shouto inspects the contents of the refrigerator, then looks at Bakugou. “What kind of food do you like to eat?”
Bakugou doesn’t even look up from where he’s sitting in the doorway of the kitchen, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he rakes a bright red crayon across a fresh sheet of paper. “I’m not hungry.”
Shouto closes the door of the fridge and leans against it, watching as Bakugou nearly rips through his drawing with the force of his strokes. “Have you eaten lunch?” he asks, wondering if that’s the reason why Bakugou is denying food when he’s obviously so angry.
Bakugou’s reply is short and sharp, “No.”
“Well, then, you need to eat.”
“No,” Bakugou repeats, spitting the word out with much more venom than strictly necessary. “I’m not fucking hungry! Go away!”
“If you’re not hungry, why are you so upset?”
Bakugou yells, “I DON’T KNOW!” and there’s a loud, flat crack! as his Quirk activates on both hands, palms exploding in flaring sparks of orange and white. This only seems to agitate Bakugou further, and he jumps to his feet and storms away, leaving Shouto alone in the kitchen.
Shouto waits a moment to see if his classmate is going to come back, and then sighs when he hears the television turn on in the common room. He walks over to where Bakugou had been sitting and bends down to pick up the half-melted crayon. He stares at it for a second, then throws it away, stooping once more to retrieve Bakugou’s sketchbook from the floor. He closes it carefully, tucks it under his arm, and then follows after Bakugou.
[2:19 PM] Todoroki Shouto: He said that he isn’t hungry.
[2:19 PM] Todoroki Shouto: He also yelled at me.
[2:22 PM] Todoroki Fuyumi: isn’t it a school day? why are you taking care of a child? whose kid is it?
[2:26 PM] Todoroki Shouto: It's a long story.
[2:26 PM] Todoroki Fuyumi: … alright.
[2:26 PM] Todoroki Fuyumi: so, he’s still angry?
[2:29 PM] Todoroki Shouto: Yes.
[2:30 PM] Todoroki Fuyumi: maybe he’s tired? that makes a lot of kids cranky. try to put him down for a nap and see if that helps.
[2:31 PM] Todoroki Shouto: Okay.
“You know,” Bakugou says, breaking the silence. “You’re not a very happy person.”
It's the way he says it, like he’s stating a fact, that makes Shouto pause. He turns in his chair, curious despite himself and guiltily grateful for the distraction from his homework - which he still has to complete, apparently, even though he feels so sick that his entire head is just one pulsing, unrelenting ache. “What makes you say that?” he asks.
Bakugou stares up at him from where he’s sitting in the middle of Shouto’s futon, blankets piled high around him like a castle wall, wide-eyed and alert and definitely not asleep. “You don’t smile,” he says, “and you don’t laugh.” He pauses, then asks, “Is that my fault?”
Shouto shakes his head and turns back to his homework, glaring down at the missing angles and unknown values of x. “No,” he says.
“Well, are you sad?”
Shouto glances over at him, then shakes his head again. He’s spent most of his life being angry and upset and afraid, but he can’t remember ever looking around and being sad about the things that stared back. “I have no reason to be sad.”
“Everyone has a reason to be sad. Even All Might, I bet.”
The way he says it - All Might - is telling. The name is spoken with a kind of quiet awe, and it's something that Shouto - raised to respect and acknowledge the hero’s strength, but ultimately hold the man himself in utter contempt - can’t quite understand.
“I’m not All Might,” Shouto points out, jotting down what he hopes to be the correct answer to the first problem on the sheet. “I don’t even like him.”
“You probably don’t like anyone.”
“That’s not true,” Shouto says. “I like my friends. And I love my family.”
“Everybody loves their family,” Bakugou says, and from the tone of his voice, Shouto can tell that he’s rolling his eyes. “You have to. Even if they’re mean to you.”
“I don’t think you have to love anyone that you don’t want to.”
Bakugou is quiet for a moment, like he’s thinking of a response, and then he says, “Well, you have to at least try.”
“Why do I have to be the one to try if they’re the ones that hurt me in the first place?” Shouto snaps, not even realizing what he’s said until the words are already out of his mouth. He slams his pencil on his desk and rises from his chair, glaring at Bakugou. “Can you please just go to sleep?”
Bakugou scowls right back at him, Shouto’s blanket yanked around his shoulders like a cape. “I’m not tired.”
Shouto’s vision blurs, and he sneezes into his elbow, then sniffs the air. The smell of smoke is filling the room, and he looks down with a delayed kind of panic, realizing too late that his homework is burning underneath his hand. His pencil is now a black puddle of plastic goo and graphite. Shouto curses and tries to smother the fire, temper mounting higher as the crackling of the flames rises in perfect harmony with the sound of Bakugou’s maniacal laughter.
[2:56 PM] Todoroki Shouto: That didn’t work out very well.
[2:27 PM] Todoroki Fuyumi: hm.
[2:27 PM] Todoroki Fuyumi: maybe he’s bored?
[2:27 PM] Todoroki Fuyumi: you could try putting on a movie.
[2:28 PM] Todoroki Fuyumi: i don't really know if that’ll work, but it’s worth a shot.
[3:05 PM] Todoroki Shouto: Thanks.
he says -
mama?
- and she turns around. her fingers comb through his hair and then latch onto it. she rips his hair back and she’s crying and he’s crying and she says -
she says -
the kettle screams.
Shouto jolts awake and glances around frantically, heart pounding in his sore throat. He all but falls off of the couch in his rush to get to the kitchen. He’s moving so fast that he skids into the doorway and has to grab onto it to avoid tripping over his own feet.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he hisses at Bakugou.
“Making tea, obviously,” Bakugou says, shoving a stool across the tiled floor and clambering onto it. He strains to reach the controls of the stovetop, fingers barely brushing the dial. He somehow manages to turn off the burner and shoots Shouto a triumphant, bratty grin that makes Shouto’s blood boil with both fever and annoyance.
And then the stool tips over.
Bakugou falls with a yelp, a sharp noise of shock that quickly cuts off with a pained hiss when his hand knocks roughly against the still-shrieking kettle. Shouto darts forward and catches Bakugou before he can hit the ground, yanking him into the air and clutching him to his chest as his pulse races so fast that he feels dizzy.
After a long moment of shocked silence, Bakugou unfreezes. “Let me go,” he huffs, then goes right back to the stove when Shouto obliges. He stands on his tip-toes and reaches for the kettle, and that motion alone is enough to snap Shouto out of his daze.
He grabs Bakugou’s wrist and says, “Let me see your hand.”
“No.” Bakugou yanks his arm away. “Fuck off.”
“We have to ice - no, we have to run cold water over the burn. If we don’t -”
“I TOLD YOU TO FUCK OFF!” Bakugou screams.
And maybe it's the fact that he’s sick, or maybe Bakugou is reminding him way too much of himself at that age, or maybe it's a combination of both, but Shouto’s temper flares up fast and hot and wild, too dark and writhing to be contained. He yells back, “DO YOU WANT IT TO SCAR?”
Bakugou snarls at him, teeth bared. “I don’t need your help!” he snaps, face going red with anger. “I never asked for your help! Leave me alone!”
Shouto closes his fingers around Bakugou’s wrist again and shakes him, asking in a waspish tone that makes his voice sound unrecognizable even to his own ears, “Why are you so angry?”
Bakugou shoots back, “Why are you so angry?”
“Because you’re pissing me off!”
“Well, you’re pissing me off, too!” Bakugou glares at him and wrenches out of Shouto’s grip, fists balled at his sides as his eyes go dangerously wide and watery, lips pressing into a thin line. Shouto only has time to think, I can’t believe that I’m having a fight with a literal child, before Bakugou spins on his heel and stalks away, muttering under his breath.
“And where do you think you’re going?” Shouto asks.
“Away from you,” Bakugou retorts.
“You little -” Shouto digs his nails into his palms, seething, and watches Bakugou walk away. And then, frustrated and terrified and still pissed as Hell, he grabs the kettle and makes them both some fucking tea.
[3:42 PM] Todoroki Shouto: I don’t think that I’m very good at babysitting.
The movie plays before them, blurred by Shouto’s thoughts and the shake in his hands that refuses to go away. He takes a sip of tea and forces himself not to flinch when it burns his tongue.
[3:51 PM] Todoroki Shouto: Is practice running late?
[3:51 PM] Sero Hanta: Yo that’s wild i was just abt to text you!
[3:51 PM] Sero Hanta: hows baku??
[3:57 PM] Todoroki Shouto: He’s alright.
[3:58 PM] Sero Hanta: You sure? bc aizawa isseriously pissed at yamada rn
[3:58 PM] Sero Hanta: thats why were so late coming back lmao he keeps getting distractde and yelling at yamada for more shit
[3:59 PM] Sero Hanta: Hes. really mad
[3:59 PM] Sero Hanta: Mostly abt the fact that yamada made you babysit when youre sick
[3:59 PM] Sero Hanta: How are you feleing btw??? Class isnt the same w/o you
[4:03 PM] Todoroki Shouto: I don’t think that Bakugou likes me very much. And I also don’t think that I ever want to babysit again.
[4:03 PM] Todoroki Shouto: I yelled at him. I feel bad about it.
[4:05 PM] Sero Hanta: Well then you should probs apologize
[4:05 PM] Sero Hanta: I have a little sister and i was the youngest for like. 12 years. Nothing makes a kid feel better than when someone says theyre sorry
[4:05 PM] Sero Hanta: Hardly anyone bothers to apolgize to kids anymore
[4:05 PM] Sero Hanta: its weird
[4:05 PM] Todoroki Shouto: I suppose that that’s true.
[4:05 PM] Todoroki Shouto: And it is pretty strange, isn’t it?
“I’m sorry.” The words feel awkward and heavy when they fall out of his mouth, hitting the floor like stones and making him want to close his eyes so that he doesn’t have to look at Bakugou’s face. He imagines how different things would be if someone - anyone - had apologized to him when he was younger, and the crushing misery that accompanies the thought sweeps over him like a tidal wave. It's like the opposite of Uraraka’s Quirk, but it leaves him feeling dizzy and light-headed all the same. “For yelling at you, I mean. I - I don’t know why…” He trails off and stares down at his hands, feeling stupid and irrational and wrong.
Beside him, Bakugou has gone deathly still. Shouto doesn’t even know if he’s breathing. He doesn’t know if either of them is breathing really, because it feels like they’re both trapped in a pocket of stale air and silence and neither of them is willing to make the first move to break it.
Finally, Bakugou says, “Well, it's alright.”
Shouto’s head snaps up. He feels like he did those first few weeks after the bandages came off of his eye, how everything was just out of reach when he stretched his hand out to touch it, how nothing was where it seemed to be. He finds himself asking, disbelieving and shocked, “Just like that?”
Bakugou shifts, folding his legs underneath himself. “Yeah,” he says. “Just like that.”
[4:07 PM] Todoroki Fuyumi: well… i don’t know what to tell you, honestly.
[4:07 PM] Todoroki Fuyumi: some kids are just like that.
[4:08 PM] Todoroki Fuyumii hate to say it, but maybe he’s just a bad kid.
[4:12 PM] Todoroki Shouto: No, I don’t think that he is.
#de-aged bakugou week 2023#bakugou katsuki#todoroki shouto#todoroki fuyumi#sero hanta#day two: babysitting#boku no hero academia#fic#he's traumatized your honor#he's not a very good babysitter#my posts
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AU to add to the list of AUs I'll never write: All of the Robins are de-aged to the age they were when they became Robin. Their memories are also reset to that point, and somehow they're in their Robin suits.
So you have a 16 year old Steph, desperately trying to wrangle 4 feral children who look nearly identical and won't tell her their names because "you do know what a secret identity is, don't you Stephanie?"
#also Duke can be there if you want but I get mixed reports on if he's Robin or not and I haven't reached him yet in my read through#stephanie brown#batfam#jason todd#dick grayson#tim drake#damian wayne#robin#Steph has years of babysitting experience#and yet she is nowhere near prepared for this#She knows that one of these kids is Tim#and it's not the eight year old or the one with a sword#but under the mask it could be either of the other two#also where the hell did the one with the sword come from???#Why does he keep trying to kill people???????#And wait... hang on this guy's saying he's the second Robin#isn't he supposed to be dead?#I don't know why Bruce isn't around to help her#but for at least the first day it's Steph against the 4 feral children#all of the robins#au ideas#batfamily
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we should NOT be adventuring in sterile hospital-like facilities anymore ESPECIALLY when there’s no babysitters in town!!!!! what if the kid gets nuclear asbestos!!!!!
#agent 8#agent eight#splatoon#agent 24#splatoon 3#like look i know its speculation. but.#if thats actually agent 8 i am in for a fucking field day#jeanne#citrine#queued art#like think abt it. jules is out of town. freya is out of town. callie and marie are managing inkopolis plaza#(gestures wildly at pearlina) whatever the fuck these two got going on theyre BUSY#she has no one to babysit citrine so its time for a mother daughter adventure!!!!!!!!! :)#side order
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SOLDIER Vlogging Shenanigans pt. 8
[The video starts off filming a hallway. The person filming is walking at a rapid pace. Angered breaths are heard from behind the camera]
[The person filming stops in front of a door and wrenches it open. Inside the office are Genesis and Sephiroth leaning over a massive Jenga tower. They freeze like two deers caught in the headlights]
"WHAT are you two doing!?" Angeal snaps, moving the camera back and forth between the two SOLDIERs
[The camera zooms in on Sephiroth, who visibly tries to act natural as he stands up straight]
"It's not what it looks like."
[The camera whirs back in a blur to Genesis, who's taken to hiding his face behind his copy of LOVELESS]
"Genesis!" Angeal hisses.
[Genesis let's the book drop and pouts. The camera briefly points to Sephiroth, who's now pretending to study the pattern on the carpet]
"We were bored!" Genesis argues.
"What did I say about you two and Jenga!?"
[Sephiroth and Genesis both groan, exchanging withering looks before answering]
"We're not allowed to play Jenga anymore," they answer in unison.
"Why??"
[They sigh again. Genesis shifts uncomfortably in place, avoiding the camera. Sephiroth lets his shoulders drop, possibly in shame]
"Because we're violent and immature children who can't play Jenga without blowing up the SOLDIER floor," They both recite Angeal's words Verbatim.
"And I banned Jenga because??" Angeal presses, still not satisfied.
[The camera pans from Genesis to Sephiroth, both men looking visibly uncomfortable as they stare at the Jenga tower]
"Because last time we punched each other through a hole eight floors down and landed right in the middle of a board meeting and the president was so shocked he choked on his cigar and almost died," they recite.
"Good," Angeal huffs. "Now put it away!"
[The camera whirs around as Angeal heads for the door, throwing it open. He viscously points the camera back once more. Sephiroth has hung his head. Genesis's lips are a cartoonishly pointed frown. Angeal slams the door shut behind him and flips the camera back to himself]
"Honestly, those two," he grumbles, walking down the hallway, "I leave them alone for five minutes and they—"
[Angeal halts in place as the sound of blocks toppling reaches his enhanced ears. His face twists into a mortified dread]
"Oh no."
[Genesis's muffled screeches fill the quiet hall ("SEPHIROTH!") followed by the unmistakable sound of a desk being thrown into the wall, multiple sword clangers, and an explosion. The camera shakes as Angeal swoops down, ducking]
"OH FOR THE LOVE OF—"
[He ends the video before the younger viewers can see him swearing like a sailor]
#crisis core#crisis core headcanons#ff7#ffvii#ffviir#final fantasy vii#final fantasy vii crisis core#ff7r#sephiroth#angeal hewley#genesis rhapsodos#does anyone want to babysit the two gremlins for a day so angeal can have some peace and quiet#soldier vlog
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this was all i wanted for them
#babysitting politicians together for the rest of their days#veep#dan egan#amy brookheimer#dan x amy#dysfunctional lobsters#veep season two#shutdown
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the most annoying part of being an adult is how hard it is to schedule time with friends
#i was supposed to visit someone today but they arrived two days ago from a trip and immediately got engulfed by things to do bc epiphany day#and kids and grandparents#which is fine bc life happens but next week she's got a deadline coming and i made plans already#and the week after that i have friends visiting who idk yet how much babysitting will need#it's what it is i guess but i'm feeling kind of sad about it#personal
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I'm so excited for my D&D campaign
#i ran one in this world for two and a half years where everything is ravaged by dragons#but now theres been a somewhat revolution because one of the only surviving major cities was impulsively conquered by my players#so things have been shaken up a lot and now they have a holiday because they brought i think three gods to earth at once#two of my players became the vessels of the gods of light and darkness and duked it out and fast forward a year or two#and their hold on the economic powerhouse of the continent is solidified and they have partnered with an organization#that specualizes in magical artifacts from every concievable reality#and my NEW campaign is people hired by this organization#The Forge of Wonders#they have this entirely greyed out library full of strange books that when you pick them up gain color and you can read their spines#and these books are stories. theyre fairy tales. theyre pirate adventures. theyre dragon babysitting. theyre demon apocalypses.#and these stories are worlds. theyre stories in truth. and my players have been hired to dive into the stories and retrieve Thing#for the forge of wonders#which means i get to make WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT BITCHES#i get to be so fucking impulsive with my story crafting#and im not going to balance anything correctly. theyre just going to have to assume from the summary in the front page if its doable#demon apocalypse? probably outside of our level. gnome tinkerers? probably not too bad#and ill have prebuilt stories and something theyre taked with retrieving and they get to choose which onr yhey do#anyways the forge of wonders started as a magic shop that only accepted platinum (1000 gold) as currency so they did a lot of shopping ther#i just took that old document full of crazy magical items and i tweaked it and molded it and added to it and the new version is 33 pages 🥰#thats what ive been doing at work the past three days lol#dnd#my dnd
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I want an AU where they win the war and everyone is happy, but Luke and Leia, Jedi Knights by now at about 22, occasionally have to deal with the fact that their father is probably the smartest person alive. Luke can occasionally grasp the needed politics (tho he claims the only politics he wants to deal with are creche politics) and Leia is damn good with mechanics, but sometimes Anakin will just stop in the middle of making dinner (Padme will have to step in to finish unless they wanna eat charcoal by the time Ani comes back to himself, the twins still aren’t good at cooking if they don’t wanna eat plain toast) and drop to them table in the living room where he sits down and either designs an entirely new prosthetic or nerve system, or, solves some long lost mathematical equation that he glimpsed once when he was 13 on a mission with Obi-Wan. The twins like the pretend he’s Just Some Dude, but then he’s sitting there on a consultation call with a company 6 systems away talking them through fixing a bug in their system that Anakin has never actually seen himself but had them describe it to him and It Worked.
I just think it’d be funny cause Luke and Leia like to pretend that dad I just a boring old guy, but then he’s speaking the actual language of the universe itself like he’s seeing it. Disgusting. Bring back the burp jokes and falling asleep on the couch, they feel stupid now. Rude.
#star wars#anakin skywalker#luke skywalker#leia skywalker#Obi is pretty smart too but they mostly call him to convince Ani to sleep after two days of equations#Rex or Ahsoka come by to babysit him sometimes tho he gets real deep in the thinkies#I’m just picturing Padme and the twins eagerly waiting for dinner when he stops cooking and they’re like 🥺🥺🥺
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December 5 (I'm still alive, promise, just swamped!) prompt - Recognition.
It was his skin, he was sure, had regenerated before, many times. But oh, it felt wrong, looking at once familiar things from a new height that now made them strange and unwelcoming. The shape of Adric’s shoulder under his hand, now too wide, and it surely couldn't only be that the boy was growing, they didn't change that quickly, did they? But perhaps they did, because Adric now shrugged away his touches, did not look at him for the same affirmations of pride as the Doctor remembered from his last regeneration. He wasn't sure if that hurt, or whether it was simply the disconnect between now and then, between who he definitely had been, and who he possibly could be now.
He was thankful it was at least not the outright hostility he faced from Tegan, the unhappiness underlying every tense motion, an anger that lay too close to the surface in any reasonable discussion he attempted to have with her. He could admit to himself, from a detached stance (ie, not in any proximity to Ms Jovanka) that he tended to feel the same angers, one of the very few noticeable emotions that seemed to stir in him these days. He knew feeling that anger toward her was not fair, that she had experienced more unhappiness in his presence than should have been experienced in such a short lifetime, but could not seem to help himself, and the sniping and abrasiveness let him feel more- well, personality than these scant days of existence had so far allowed him to. The Doctor (and he was the Doctor, wasn't he? the mirror didn’t answer him as certainly as it once did) wasn't sure he liked that aspect of himself. Days rather than hours now, and he still didn’t fit within his own skin, within his own TARDIS. His own name. So many seasons lived out, and he knew not what name to call himself.
The hardest he had come to find was neither oldest nor youngest, neither the lack of familiarity nor someone he saw uncomfortable flashes of himself (who he once was? who he could become?) in, but the most calm and quiet of them all. They had all suffered losses, and he should ache for all of them, feel blood pumping through what could be his hearts but that still felt too cold for such grief, but Nyssa had seen it done in the name and face of her father. Had seen what he had once been then take the hand of her father’s body and work with him. She had too much dignity to scream at him as Tegan did, he surmised, a scientist’s too strong a grasp on necessity being the mother of invention to condemn who he had once been for such an action. But, though still unadept at reading his own emotions, he could see in her eyes sometimes a distant fear that never translated itself to her voice, the recoil from his hands that had touched what had once been her father's.
Strange, he thought absently. Disappointment, anger, fear he could recognise in other’s faces. But then, perhaps, he had not yet had a chance to see joy, pride and comfort in the faces of those that travelled with him. Seconds, hours, days that ticked away and all he could be sure of, all that retained of his identity from the nebulous line of past and present was that time ticked away in his brain, in his hearts, with the surety it always would. Perhaps time would become kinder to the four of them, this disparate little group all so far away from home.
#fic#advent fic#five#tegan#nyssa#adric#yes this is what started as something else but morphed into how heartbroken i was that five's life starts off so heartbreakingly..... then#goes on to be heartbreaking and ends even more heartbreakingly. gosh why do i hold him so dear to my heart (always a weakness for the#tragedies)#it's the seventh i know i'm two days late!!! will try and catch up by writing and posting two more today/tonight but spent the 5th#babysitting then up till nearly 2 am getting ready for work the next day. got home from work on the 6th then fell asleep pretty much till#this morning. going out of town tomorrow with parents a sister and one of her sprog tomorrow so will also be hampered writing tomorrow too#also yes before i forget i did crib a line from richard ii. act 5 scene i??? yes it was. post his abdication to bolingbroke.#'Alack the heavy day / That I have worn so many winters out / And know not now what name to call myself'
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Another big Mario Self-Insert sketch page I’ve just been doodling on for the past few days. I’m obsessed.
#Emile's Arts#Mariocest#YES it gets the tag leave me alone#I haven't even made like a proper POST for this S/I yet I've just been making things for him#I have three different decent references already posted but no actual about#I'll get to that in the next few days. Hopefully#The whole thing is eating my brain it's 4:30 in the AM and I am just#Running thoughts around my head#I put him in the first two Paper Mario games AND Sunshine already (not a big roll just there)#I'm also running with Partner's in Time because I LOVE that game also not a big roll just there but the concept is so cool I keep going bac#Because you know. Babies.#I have no idea what else to do honestly I don't have a lot of other thoughts about other Mario games#So it's unique scenarios time. Like babysitting Junior and such.#I want to isolate and color the Uncle Mario sketch so bad you have no idea#I love Mario and his many many children that he's not the DAD of per-say but he IS in their lives forever now#He takes them to McDonalds and Orders Pizza and Shows them cool secrets in Video Games#And also chucks them like 20 feet in the air he's the kinda guy to just throw a baby around#I love him so much#I also love Toadsworth I love you Toadsworth please come back sir#Nintendo really wants that old man dead it's unfair to me who loves him
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as soon as i arrive home i'll probably be subjected to an aunties Grand Tour, and i'm already so so so tired
#my mom has already optimized the schedule to maximize the number of relatives in the two days i'll be there#god i hope i wont have to also babysit the cousins
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started my day determined to have a Sad Sack Crybaby day where I just loused around and slumped on furniture but the weather was so beautiful and when I took Scoops outside to bask in it some neighbor children wanted to pet him which led to all of us migrating to my backyard so they could play on the 30 year old 'playset'(two swings and a slide) while I chilled and absorbed the sun in my chair and they chased and ran away from my puppy and then threw him sticks and toys until he was SO exhausted and then finally a Mother came over and sat in the other chair to 'watch' them and...
it was really nice. I didn't have time to be a sad sack, just had time to chill and absorb the sun and breathe the over-pollinated air and enjoy the sounds of kiddos running around my yard.
I think I needed that.
#the benefits of being friends with your neighbors#I've been meaning to tear down that janky old playset for years but shit like this keeps happening#My 11 year old neighbor who was doing most of the 'babysitting' took advantage of her mom coming over and took a turn on the swing#and whooooooo boy she really put that old wood through its paces#she was twisting and turning as she swung back and forth and the WHOLE frame was rocking#I'm like girl.... you might have aged out of this ancient old playset(very likely older than ME)#but it did not fall apart... today#I even got an unexpected hug from one of the kiddos as a 'thank you'#which was weird but appreciated#loaded them up with ice and water as they played - hydration is important#it's nice to have a surprisingly good day#and I know that looking after these two other kids was a strain on the family so I'm glad I was able to alleviate some stress for them#and Scoops was SO FUCKING HAPPY#he sounded like a little train with how hard he was panting afterwards
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hi i wanna draw but i dunno what to draw so take this mifuyu scribble from back when season 2 aired instead
#magia record#mifuyu azusa#if i remember correctly i started this as soon as the mifuyu day drinking monday episode aired#i think i just googled lady drinking and drew over it#what a time#i think when she was still babysitting the magius she would fit the two shots of vodka vine pretty well#anyways this is a cry for help and also me begging for asks and drawing requests that i may or may not do
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literally cannot make myself do anything this morning
#nothing.#yesterday was all messed up because one of my lil brothers had to go to the hospital (he’s fine) so i had to babysit the other all day#and i didn’t get home til after 10pm.#and it doesn’t help that today is my last No Plans day for the next two weeks.#like i am. Just Exhausted. 0 motivation to do anything but live and breathe and lay in my bed.#not even watching videos. not even listening to podcasts. Literally Just Laying Here. for Hours. jfc.#izzy.txt
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Me: *putting the kiddo to bed (she's finally started sleeping in her big-girl bed)*
Kiddo: I'm not sleepy!
Me: Yes you are.
Kiddo: No I'm not!
Me: Yes you are. You just told me you were sleepy and that's why we're going night-night.
Kiddo: Nooo I'm not tired. I won't sleep.
Me: Yes you will. Good night.
Kiddo: Not sleepy.
*two minutes later*
Kiddo: *is completely zonked out in bed*
#adventures in babysitting#i've been seeing her pretty regularly the past few months every other friday#it's fun but tiring so i'm glad her nighttime routine is significantly shorter than it used to be#once she's down she's usually out in less than 5 minutes#kinda jealous tbh#it's easier now that she's in her own bed and doesn't need me to stay by her in the couch for two hours making sure she doesn't wake up#though i do kind of miss watching Sabrina while i waited#been remembering a lot of what it was like when she was little and i saw her every day#sometimes i really miss it and wish i could go back#but it's been great seeing her grow and getting to be proud of her 'big girl' accomplishments
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whenever i think that maybe despite love definitely being real, dramatic romances don’t play out the way i love to read them in books or watch them on screen, i remember my aunt who got tutored by her now husband in middle school, became best friends with him, started dating in high school, went to prom together, stayed together through college, got married, and are now the proud lawyer-engineer parents of a cute ass baby and my mom’s best friend whose husband’s family forbade him from marrying her under the threat of taking away his multi-million dollar inheritance and spot as heir to the family company and he chose to marry her anyway (even though he’s like a total frat dude bro which maybe shouldn’t matter but it kind of does) and then i realize that all those stories i love might not be real but they are always going to be tied up in reality and the possibility of great romances for everyone and then life doesn’t seem so bad
#ACTUALLY BOTH OF THESE MEN ARE PRECIOUS#like actually genuinely nice as fuck caring guys with the best puppy dog energy ever#man number 2 flew with his wife to their hometown of chicago for eras tour weekend and listened from the parking lot for TWO NIGHTS#trying tirelessly all day to get tickets all just for his wife#and all these people are raising the nicest children ever. i do a lot of babysitting but these are truly some of my favorite kids#mine#guy number one is totally different though like a complete nerd and every time i visit HE ALWAYS PLANS NICE THINGS FOR ME TO DO#AND HAS NERDY STUFF TO SHOW ME#that man snuck me into the library at yale and for that i owe him everything. one of my favorite places i’ve ever been
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