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Teacher Hibari Scenario

Original Request: More Teacher Hibari scenario pleasee!! Guys! Just don’t go!!😭😭😭😭

You wondered why he took this job sometimes.

When his brow was furrowed as he sat in lamplight, desk a mess of papers; a sign he’d been sitting there too long. Jaw tensing as he restrained a yawn, pouring over a submitted essay. You understood deep down why he became a teacher. As tough as he is, it’s his weird way of showing love, the man taking tough love literally. Perhaps that’s why you’d married him.

Walking over; you rested your head on his own, arms draped over his shoulders. Reading the essay, you could see where he was stuck. Reaching a finger out delicately you pointed out the error.

“Incorrect tense?” a soft hum of acknowledgement was your response. “I think you’re tired my love, perhaps you should come to bed now?” Though you posed it as a question, the sigh you received, as he tilted his head back, meant he understood what you implied. Either he came to bed, or you’d make him come to bed. Leaning up, his lips pecked your own as you moved your face to meet his; hands moving to his shoulders, thumbs digging into the tense muscles found there.

Pulling back slightly, you almost purred as he started pressing open mouthed kisses to your throat; your hands continuing to massage his shoulders, one of his hands coming up to the nape of your neck. Kisses broken apart by words, you knew he would journey to bed soon; he would probably just need a little bit more of a push.

“I would come to bed pet, but I have to mark these. Soon though.”

“But teacher, sensei; please?” his kisses stuttered against your throat, as he held you a little more tightly. Pulling back you pouted softly down at him, tempted to whimper for effect; but when you saw the look in his eyes. They were dark, a tempting look of arousal hidden in his eyes; you couldn’t help the tiny smirk that pulled at your lips.

A brow raising, he pulled at your hair gently before letting go. Sitting up straight, he pushed his chair out before heading in the direction of your shared room. “Kyouya?” It was unusual for him to just cease contact with you, even when he was angry or upset.

“I’m heading to bed, you can either stay here and mark that; or you can join me.” A tired smile, alit on his lips. You loved it when he smiled. Most wouldn’t be able to see it, but you could always tell the nuances of his expressions. Walking swiftly over to him now, grasping his hand gently as he lead you to your room, you were glad you’d married him.

After all, he’d taught you many things; and hopefully, you wished, you’d done the same.

xx Admin Aria

[aphdicksquad]

Could you please draw monster au Canada? :3 I really love your art and your blog in general. (And you don't have to do it if you don't want to)

im glad youre all here to accompany me on my slow descent into furrydom

[flvwerpoetry]

Id love to say don’t date the boy who you go to museums and rock shows with. Or that writes you poems on the back of paper at work, or paints you pictures when you’re sad;because they’re going break your heart. People with depth always do.

I will tell you though. The experience is worth the chance you don’t work out and well worth the pain of it ending. This is how we live: contrast.

////J.M

-plateau

[forthegothicheroine]

I feel torn about tumblr’s love of southern gothic.  There’s a lot of cool stuff in that genre to be admired, but I feel like sometimes those posts (especially when made by people who don’t live in the south- and hey, neither do I) come across as “aren’t poor people spooooky?”

[marzipanandminutiae]

As a born-and-raised southerner, I was surprised to discover this literary convention because a lot of modern southern gothic fantasy written by southerners focuses on old-money families who turn out to be [witches/werewolves/vampires/etc]. I didn’t encounter the “scary redneck mountain people” variant in non-fantastical media until later, and it baffles me because the modern southern elite are TERRIFYING.

Endlessly smiling hypocritical senators in tacky palatial houses with wives who espouse “traditional values” while being poisonously sweet and cutthroat? Those make much more frightening antagonists for gothic heroes/heroines to fight. If you live in the south you will probably never meet backwoods demon sibling-spouses but you’ve definitely seen the void staring out of a “Live, Laugh, Love” picture frame.

[jewels-verne]

ACCURATE

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@buxombibliophile

[buxombibliophile]

This is the goddamn truth, y'all.

[aphdicksquad]

When Aph South Italy is at work, he puts his ear buds in but doesn't turn on music so he can eavesdrop on his neighbors.

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Spamano on gardening

Aph South Italy: carefully scours through heirloom tomato blogs, makes own compost and considers it Very. Serious. Business.™, enters local produce contests. Aph Spain: Plays electro-pop while weeding, does 75% of the actual watering, has named every plant (tho there are 3 Jorges), decorates tomato cages w chalk.

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Spamano Vacation

Spain: Sleeps till noon, still takes nap in the sun later. Sings badly while making random recipes from the cooking show he’s binge watching. Eats all the fun, terrible foods bc it’s vacation. Shows up at his friends’ places even tho they have to work. Stays up inadvisably late. Gardens with way too much? enthusiasm?? Sings to his plants. Will go to dog park and play w other people’s dogs. Wears an ugly sun hat and sandals bc vacation. Goes to the farmers market, ends up buying six loaves of novelty bread he doesn’t really like bc the baker had a cute kid.

South Italy: wakes up @ 6 every day when the neighbor opens his godawfully loud garage door. Decided to tackle home improvement projects. Does not actually get far into project before taking a very long break. Goes to estate auctions and buys home decor. Sometimes gets too into it, buys ugly things just so ‘that one jackass with the face’ couldn’t have it. Goes shopping for new clothes. Spends ten hours trying things on, then goes home and tailors it himself bc he’s cheap. Also takes naps in the sun. Eats food that Spain makes. Thinks about drinking the good wine he’s been saving. Actually gets it out. Doesn’t open it. Lol, Spain does tho. They have a nice night after the yelling stops.

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spain is that asshole that likes to point out when a sentence ends up rhyming

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When South Italy gets a cold, he’s laid up in bed asap and trying to get well. He doesn’t fuck with his health. Spain will keep moving til he literally cannot. Or til Lovino realizes he’s sick. Whichever comes first.

[aphdicksquad]

Do you plan on writing more stuff for the monster au or was that just a one time drabble?

I totally plan to write more, life’s just been a bitch recently. I actually have a couple in progress chapters going right now. So yeah, eventually. Plus, since the backstories are reasonably set for most of the characters, maybe eventually I'll get to all of them!

[aphdicksquad]

Spain v South Italy is the same as the difference between sleepy and tired. With one you risk being smothered by cuddles, the other you risk getting stabbed.

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Headcanon aph Spain is the kind of guy to attract friendly animals. Everywhere he goes it seems like there's another cat looking for a cuddle. He returns a lot of lost pets.

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monster au china. hes a chinese dragon (they dont have wings they just float)

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kitsune japan from the monster au :3 lets just pretend he has like 9 tails instead of 1 because i just couldnt make them look right

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Night before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house…

Things were fucking cray, as Lovino vacuumed like a madman before his family came over the next day and the cat had shed all over the furniture while they were out.

Antonio fretted over text to Francis and Gilbert about Lovino ’ s gifts (so many gifts) for the millionth time.

They’d nearly run a lady down at the grocery store this afternoon because Lovino had backed up into the bag of flour (while making out with Toni) and knocked it on the floor, and Francis had “borrowed” all the eggs.

But they both separately, secretly, stocked up on mistletoe, so you know tomorrow is gonna be cute.

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preview for the next monster au piece

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German family's own Christmas dork stayed up waaay too late wrapping presents. Again.