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queruloustea · 8 months
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more of the abandoned teacher's archives ... i really do like this place
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lesiasmadness · 1 year
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Nobody told me isopods came in gamer colors
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have some alts as a treat
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quirrelfan · 6 months
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Quirrel Location Literature Masterpost
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This post contains all parts of my Quirrel location series.
Essentially, I do a bit of writing about the location and one's interaction with Quirrel, from the Black Egg Temple to his nail in the sand at Blue Lake.
Think of them as very short stories :)
● Black Egg Temple
● Lake of Unn
● Queen's Station
● Mantis Village
● City of Tears Bench
● Deepnest Hot Spring
● Crystal Peak Balcony
● Teacher's Archive
● Uumuu Battle
● Monomon
● Blue Lake
● Final Resting Place
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batcavescolony · 2 years
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"I wish ao3 would let me-"
It probably does, you just gotta learn how to do it.
"I wanna see fics for only my opt"
Go to either fandom tag or your ships tag, (if you're doing fandom tag you have to add your ship in the 'relationship' section),go to fliters (mobile) or the right hand side (desktop), go to the 'search within results' area and put in otp:true just like that click 'sort and filter' And it'll pull up all fics with just your otp.
(EDIT: if you wanna do this but still have other parings try otp:false instead of otp:true)
"I wanna sort by _____ not 'Date updated'"
Go to 'filters' or right, theirs a drop down and you can change it to 'author' 'title' 'date posted' ect their are more options. Pick one, click 'sort and filter'
"I don't wanna see /reader"
Filter or Right, go to 'search within results' type in -/reader like that, click 'sort and filter'. No more /reader
"I don't want explicit works"
You know where we're going Right or filter. 'Exclude' section. 'Ratings' click the box that says 'explicit'
Obviously if people don't tag shit correctly it's not gonna work but yeah you just gotta learn how the tagging works. For better tutorials go to TikTok and search 'ao3 tutorials' you can do just about everything.
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podcast-hemocytoblast · 4 months
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It would’ve been really awkward if Jon had just kept running into former Statement givers in public. Like, imagine you’ve spent months dealing with some fucked up eye creature haunting your nightmares to feast upon your fear, but then you spot him at Tesco as he’s pulling out a calculator to figure out which loaf of bread (on sale!) offers the most bread per pound (🍞/£). How would you cope with that?
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pillowspace · 2 months
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they mean everything to me
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ao3-crack · 1 year
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fabtastic123 · 2 months
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Confession time: the only reason English teachers teach The Great Gatsby is so we can continue to fuel the Nick/Gatsby ao3 tag. It is our lifeblood.
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Guys TMagP #4 didn't have anything supernatural going on being a violinist is just like that sometimes
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system-of-avalon · 2 months
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(gn! pronouns for reader. student/teacher romance implied, but not official. satoru being sleepy. mostly fluff. angst if you squint. satoru being a lightweight with alcohol asfasdsa silly baby. satoru slowly falling for reader graahh)
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Satoru knew from the moment he saw you how special you were.
Not because you were particularly strong, or had a super complicated technique, or had a particularly jarring past and circumstances that made you this way.
Many great minds have said that, to survive and to thrive in a world of sorcerers, you have to be selfish and self-centered.
It's like you entirely missed that memo, though.
You cared so much.
You cared so much Satoru even wondered how much you cared about yourself. You were always working hard, and protecting your teammates harder. You always wanted to be strong and show everyone they mattered. You lived everyday thinking on how to make this bleak world a tiny bit better, he guessed.
Satoru knew, from that moment on, that he had to have an eye on you constantly.
See, people don't give him credit for his people-reading skills. They think he is so full of himself, so used to seeing everyone from above, that he's uncapable of truly feeling attachment, or respect, or appreciation.
And sure, he is an ass sometimes. He enjoys, or straight up doesn't care, when he's being rude or annoying or disrespectful. Try as others might, that is a part of Satoru that would remain forever young.
But, in a month or so, he had you figured out. He had you figured out good.
Satoru had dealt with your type before, very closely after all.
He knew you little tics when you were lying. He knew how you looked when you were exhausted. He knew when you were putting your own health and well-being for later for the people you loved, he knew how you looked when you bottled your feelings too much. He was your teacher, after all, and he'd rather die than see the consequences of your own sadness spitting you on the face.
―You can tell me anything, you know?― Satoru spoke softly, reassuringly, in a deeper, more mature tone devoid of his usual mocking; though his usual teasing grin didn't disappear from his face. A hand ruffled your hair in fraternity before he stood up, stretching long legs with a quiet grunt. ―I'm your reliable, strong teacher Satoru Gojo, I can handle my favorite student's problems when they have one!―
He wasn't lying. Inadvertently, you had become his favorite.
If he went abroad, he would bring you the best souvenir out of all his students'. If he didn't bring the others any, he'd sneak some foreign sweets when you two were alone and share them with you, cackling as he made you promise not to tell anyone, "so his other students don't get jealous".
Speaking of being alone, that had, also, inadvertently become a thing.
Always the one to put effort until you couldn't physically fight anymore, you would approach Satoru with questions and seeking advice at least twice a week.
Also because of this, he had to be more present during your training and your missions to make sure you don't injure yourself from overworking.
―I want you to train, silly, but I don't want you to die on me while doing it!― He'd say, before sending you with a firm pat on the back to the showers, and to get a very well deserved rest in your bedroom.
He saw you grow. He saw you blossom into a capable, strong-willed, kind student. And sooner than later he found the stupidest reasons to be with you, just because he enjoyed your presence on its own.
When you went out to celebrate a successful mission, and Satoru offered to take you and the other students out to eat, he'd always sit beside you. He'd spend the night throwing jokes in your ear only you two would understand, talking about your shared interests and just having a good time in general.
Satoru was always one to enjoy the little pleasures in life, but when he was with you, he often forgot how easy it felt to just be himself.
Not the strongest man, not the Gojo clan's star child, not the future of sorcery. Just Satoru Gojo, and his silly love for Digimon and his extremely sensitive taste for alcohol.
―Oh c'mon~! I di'n't drink that much, f'real real...― Satoru rubbed the tip of his slender nose, which had become a slightly flushed, adorable baby pink from the wine he ordered at the restaurant. ―I'm a grown man, don't ya have more faith 'n me?―
He was scared. He was truly scared when he realized how comfortable he's grown around you.
Satoru was scared of loving anyone and anything because he couldn't stand to lose someone important to him again. But on top of that you were his student, for fuck's sake.
Sure he hadn't done anything inappropriate, or wanted to do anything inappropriate, but...
He couldn't deny how he'd melt when you laughed at his jokes a bit too hard. Or when you frowned and defended him, him, when someone bad-mouthed him.
You spoke nothing but praise about the man, as if you'd met him his entire life.
It seemed Satoru Gojo wasn't the only one with people-reading skills, and had spent quite some time looking into each other.
He remembers how one time, you failed to show up on time for your usual "extracurricular CE training sessions".
Satoru was exhausted from a few trips and missions and weeks of not sleeping more than a couple, sparse naps. Even he and his RCT had a limit, and despite not showing it, your teacher could get stressed out of his mind too.
He waited for you, for around ten minutes. Then decided to sit down for a bit, rest his legs and all that. Then, he crossed his arms over the desk. Then, lied his head down. Then, closed his eyes for a second.
Satoru was out cold before he himself could realize it.
Only to wake up with a blanket over his shoulders, a cup of mocha coffee still steaming, waiting for him; and you: Sitting on the back of the empty classroom, with the warm orange sunrays coming through the windows and lighting your silhouette in pretty colors, reading in silence.
And he remembers how you smiled as you looked up, and greeted him by saying his name in that sweet voice of yours, and just asked about his trip and scolded him for not giving you a call to say he was too tired for the lesson.
Satoru laughed it off then. But in reality, he was melting from the inside.
―Hah. I guess you're right. Though if you are going to take care of me this way, I might fall asleep in class more often,― the man laughed, peering at you from over his sunglasses with a tired smirk. ―Thank you for the coffee, by the way, angel~―
Satoru never felt comfortable sleeping around people. It was just that sort of habit that, despite knowing his CT will protect him even in his sleep, he couldn't break out of. Rarely did he shut his technique off these days since his teenager years.
You, as with many things, changed that for him.
Because you were such a sweetheart you couldn't trust him until you were sure he'd slept.
So when he was abroad, he'd call you before going to bed. If he didn't, you would assume he didn't plan to sleep, and you were allowed to call Satoru to chew his ear off until he did.
When he was at school, though, it was different.
He hated himself the first time you did it, but he hated himself more because he didn't do anything to stop you.
That one time you were lying down on the grass under the summer sun after a sparring session, and Satoru started to feel drowsy again.
You gently nudged him to lie his head on your lap, played with his hair, and God have mercy because he was a man gone.
―You're gonna get me in trouble―. Satoru's voice was no more than a quiet, raspy chuckle; something like the purr of a cat. He even kneaded the fabric of your blue uniform: Maybe to ground himself in the reality that this wasn't supposed to happen, maybe to force himself to like it less. ―Hmm... I didn't say stop, did I...?
He was so, so far gone...
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🩷: My need to take care of Satoru just overwhelms me sometimes, my bbg I love him so bad sIR I LOVE HIM!!
🩷! EDIT: I'm most likely going to make this a series! Or at least put this all under one single plotline haha. Gotta think of an aesthetic name and probably an aesthetic of its own but I'll post about this dynamic often!
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queruloustea · 10 months
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even with all its explosive jellyfish and charged lumaflies, i still find fog canyon and the teacher's archives to hold a rather relaxing atmosphere; nice to sketch :)
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one-of-many-mothmen · 5 months
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I need a teacher Jon au but he teaches while IN the institute. My boy tutors in his free time because he's a nerd. Imagine your an assistant doing a follow up with Jon somewhere and some little kid or teen or smth comes up to your very strict and awkward boss like "Hi Mr. Sims!!" And talks to him about grades or something. What do you even do.
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cult-of-the-eye · 2 months
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no don't cry, jmart heartstopper AU where jon was bullied and sort of an outsider but has a couple solid friends (tim and sasha) and martin is a soft-spoken, shy rugby player who is a teddy bear but terrified that one day they'll all just turn on him and martin is forced to join jon's journalism club for extra curricular points but keeps missing it cause his mum would be mad if he wasn't home immediately and all the meetings are after school so they meet when martin's pen explodes and jon begrudgingly helps him and they FALL!! IN!! LOVE!!!
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quirrelfan · 6 months
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Part 8 of Quirrel Locations
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"Doesn't this kingdom just abound with surprises? A building atop an acid lake."
The sight of the Teacher's Archives sure is one to behold, although Quirrel seems to almost feel at home.
"Despite the sight, I can't help but feel... familiarity? Something stirs in my mind, though I can't yet tell what.."
The curious bug's adventure led him to this destination, the climax in his story.
"I'd thought it my lust for discovery that led me here but now there seems something else."
"This building beckons me."
One must enter together with Quirrel to discover the mystery of this place.
"I can feel it calling... Dare I head in?"
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st7arlight · 15 days
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Just wanted to leave a little love in your inbox for all of your lovely art! I perused your TMA art and it was so, so lovely. I hope you're having a nice start to the year!
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aaaa thank you so much!! this is so lovely, sorry for getting to this late! have a somewhere else teacher au doodle :D
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casual-socks · 6 months
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HI IVE BEEN MASSIVELY HYPERFIXATED ON TMA FOR ABOUT A YEAR AND IVE SEEN MAYBE ONE (1) SINGULAR PERSON TALK ABOUT THIS and i am not even kidding when i say its been a passionate topic of conversation for that entire year. people know me for this. it comes up and my entire friend group SIGHS AUDIBLY because they know the 20 minute tangent i Will be taking
WHATTTTT IS GOING ON WITH GERARD KEAYS NAME. what. what???? okay i
youre telling me jonathan sims went to oxford college (relatively prestigious if my memory serves me correctly) for RESEARCH. for, to put it simply, READING. and he looks at the name gerard and goes Yeah looks like jared to me lets go with that!!! HELLO?? NO?? not even mentioning the fact that he is being what could easily be called possesed when reading these statements which leaves us with two options
1. the ENTIRETY OF ENGLAND CANNOT PRONOUNCE THE NAME GERARD.
2. jonathan sims is so monumentally stupid that he is somehow breaking this possesion for the 2 seconds it takes to say the name gerard (i love him i swear i will sound so so hateful for this entire post but its out of love)
and like??? its not even that EVERYONE is calling him jared? elias and gertrude have both called him gerard and thats just off the top of my head. i also think jon said it correctly ONEEEE SINGULAR TIME. Just the once.
now i feel it necessary to mention jared hopworth here as well. because why, why on gods green earth, would you name a character gerard. pronounce it jared. TURN AROUND AND GO. lets make another jared but this ones made out of meat and is sort of implied to not be too fond of gay people. Yeah he steals peoples bones. Yeah.
SO LIKE GERARD KEAY IS THE OBJECTIVELY SUPERIOR JARED EXCEPT HES NOT JARED HIS NAME IS LITERALLY GERARD?? FUCK YOU SO MUCH
so okay. sure whatever this podcast is sooo british that a bunch of people are just completely failing to pronounce gerard. sure. whatever you say.
GERRY?????? HIS FUCKING NICKNAME IS GERRY???????????? NO!!!!
NO. no. LOOK ME IN MY EYES. LOOK AT THE NAME GERARD. GER-ARD. AND YOURE TELLING ME YOURE GONNA CALL HIM JARED. SND THEN YOURE GONNA CALL HIM GERRY WITH A G???? gerry with a g. that is utterly ridiculous i cannot even believe this that is monumentally frustrating i cannot even begin to describe to you all the anger i have experienced over this particular bit because why on earth would you take that particular extra step??? gerard -> gerry. sure. thin ice, but sure. jared -> jerry. sure! yeah! makes sense! GERARD -> JARED -> GERRY? you must be playing some sick joke jonny sims. seriously. you are a cruel and usual man
now this is when i start to wind down, but far from where i finish. lets take a moment to really pause and soak in his actual name here.
gerard.
that is so unfortunate already i mean really, gerard is such a…. a name…. i mean his mom skins people and puts them in books and the cruelest thing i think she ever couldve done is honest to god name her son gerard.
keay.
now dont get me wrong. theres nothing seriously wrong with spelling it keay on principle. but god, really? youre gonna shove all this gerard gerry jared business in front of me and tell me his last name is just key but gone the extra mile. really feels like the cherry on top of a shit cake.
now if you consider gerards character i truly feel as though thats the deepest disservice here. gerard keay is an incredible character whos short appearance is so memorable and charming, and despite his VERY little screen time he still has an intriguing and well fleshed out character. really, gerard keay is so excellent character wise. But, every time i think about him for any more than 5 minutes, almost this exact rant is being told to whoever is unfortunate enough to be near me at the time.
another thing i think also really adds to this is just the nature of gerard keay. everything you can say about that guy could be ended with “and everone calls him jared for some reason”. hes emo and everyone calls him jared for some reason. his hair dye job is so miserable that EVERYONE mentions it and everyone calls him jared for some reason. he has mommy issues and everyone calls him jared for some reason.
okay i need to wrap this up before i start just repeating WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY for thousands of words but heres a graph i made for my friends in october 2022 when i was going on about this in the middle of my spanish class 👍👍
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