#school start

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First drawing of 2026 yay!!! And Telemachus wishes everyone a “happy” school start!!, while I take a small break from the comic page since it started to annoy me… also ignore the light I had no idea what I was doing there…. I need to work on my lighting….

School start is not gonna be fun when it comes….. hmph….

He’s very tired of life and the suitors

Also it’s a slight redesign with the hair 👍

Here’s one without the text:

[caffeinated-engineeringstudies]

August 27, 2020

Went to work outside on campus and got caught in the rain. So instead I ran back home and reorganized my desk.

Peep me using the only textbooks I ever bought and my Hamilton book as my computer stand.

//summer - Nightly//

[datarep]

U.S. Public High School Start Times

[homeofthelonelywriter]

Loki-First day of school...again

(A/N) So...this one goes out to all my fellow tributes - ah I mean students, that have to join all their friends in the battle of Hogwarts - dammit, I mean school today! I have a second one (with Draco), that I will post later. If you have any other characters you’d like to read a oneshot about (first school day), just say so! This is NOT a part of ‘Can I keep you?’. Proceed with caution! Oh, and I didn’t put the reader in any specific class, so you can choose in wich class she goes!

Warnings: anxiety, mental breakdown

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@hello-i-dont-have-a-name @jaihardy @sammysgirl1997 @magellan-88

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Waking up to the beeping of my alarm clock, I couldn’t help but let out an unmotivated groan. School starts again today. The only positive thing about it: I can’t even think of one. I’ve hated school all my live, it gives me serious anxiety. It also doesn’t help to be the daughter of the famous Tony Stark. The teachers immediately asked more from me, giving me bonus material to learn and making me do harder tests. Sure, I easily get bored in class, but that’s because my father talks nonstop and sometimes he even spits out wisdom. And since I’m more of a listener than a talker, I take it all in and save it away in my brain. Either way, I hate school and that won’t change. But there’s nothing I can do against it. Just as I pulled my blanket over my head, my door opened and I heard heels click against the floor. “Good morning (Y/N). Come on, I made breakfast.” Pepper, aka Mum, sat down beside me and began to rub my back. “I’m sick.” The lie came out just as unmotivated as I felt and Pepper chuckled. “No, you’re not. Come on out.” She walked out and closed the door behind herself. I pulled the blanket back and sat up. “Oh! And don’t forget to wear the uniform today!” The door opened again and Pepper’s head came into view. “Sure.” Slowly, I stood up and walked to the bathroom. First, take a shower and wash your hair, then brush your teeth and get dressed. Last step, eat breakfast. After I finish all those steps, Tony will probably bring me to school. He does this every first school day. So, I step into the shower and enjoy the hot water as if it was the last time I’d feel it. After shampooing it and rinsing out the conditioner, I shave my legs quickly. As by a miracle, I don’t cut myself accidently as I usually do. Stepping out, I dry of my body and put my hair in a towel on top of my head. Pepper would fix it later into some kind of braid anyway. Putting toothpaste on my toothbrush, I stick it in my mouth and walk to my closet while brushing. Rummaging through it with only one hand is easier said than done. Finally, after searching for ten minutes, and having to go back to bathroom to rinse out my mouth, I got my school uniform. Putting it on, piece by piece, I looked at myself in the mirror. Blur skirt, white shirt. Black over knees and a black tie. My long, (Y/H/C) hair, hung in wet strands around my face, letting water drip to the floor. Well, that’s as good as it gets. Might as well go to breakfast now, before Pepper comes back. I walked through the corridors of the Avengers tower, to the elevator. Upstairs, in the living room, everyone waited for me to join them. They all sat around the big table, plates before them, caught in a conversation with each other. None of them noticed me as I sat down and began to eat. Well, none except one. Loki, the guy that attacked New York a few years ago, sat opposite of me and looked just as motivated as me. Stuffing my mouth with bacon and eggs, one of my legs, brushed Loki’s causing me to immediately look up. Opening my mouth to apologize, I only stopped because Loki shot me a small smile and touched my leg with his again. Returning the smile, I concentrated back on my breakfast, occasionally bumping Loki’s leg with mine. I can’t explain why, but his slight touches somehow relaxed me, kept my mind off the next few months, filled with horror. Of course, I couldn’t stay in this little bubble forever. All too soon, Tony stood up and grabbed my shoulders. “Ready for school kiddo?” “What would you do if I said no?” “Drag you along anyway.” He grinned at me and got his key and wallet from the counter. Sighing, I stood up and followed him to the elevator. Pepper ran after us, carrying my bag, handing it to me. In the garage, Tony chose one of his many cars and as soon as we sat inside, he shoved one of his favourite CDs into the radio and AC DC started playing. “Listen, I know, you don’t like school. I know you’d rather be home-schooled. But, look what it did to me. Until I became Iron Man, I was just an asshole with a lot of money. I don’t want that to happen to you. You probably don’t under…” Looking out of my window, I blende out my father’s voice and stared at the people in the street. Some walked to work, some teenager and children with their parents walked to school or to the kindergarten. How I wish I was still just in kindergarten. No one expected something from at that time. It was still fun to learn new things and to be better than the other kids. Now, it was an ongoing contest I didn’t sign up for. “Y/N?” Tony poked me in the cheek and I awakened from my trance. “We’re here.” I looked ahead, and sure enough, we were in front of my school. “Thanks for the ride dad.” I opened the door and swung my legs out. “Y/N! I love you.” “Me too dad.” I got out of the car and closed the door. The other students stared at me as I walked up to the massive building I call my school and I immediately felt sick. In contrast to my father, I didn’t like the attention of other people, I just hated it. “Okay (Y/N), first class starts in ten minutes. Time enough for a mental breakdown on the toilet.” My quiet mumble went unnoticed as I made my way to the girls bathroom on the first floor. Some say it’s haunted, so no one uses it. The others are way too afraid of ghosts since they found out that gods exist. I just use it for my mental breakdowns I sometimes have. Entering the bathroom, I walked into one of the cabins and locked it behind me. Burying my face in my hands, I take slow, deep breaths, trying to calm down. “It’s only the first day. Nothing will happen. You can freak out in a week (Y/N). Calm down.” Walking around in small circles, I ruffled through my hair, messing it up. “(Y/N)?” Startled, I turned around, just to be met with two emerald eyes. Loki stood right in front of me. In the girls bathroom. In my school. How did he get here? “L-Loki? What are you doing here?” Without answering, he pulled me into a tight embrace. “Calm down (Y/N). Everything’s going to be alright.” His usually cold hands, warmed against my back, sending a comforting wave through my body. He is definitely using magic on me, but...I’m kind of glad he does. Whatever he is doing, it calms me down and that is what I’m really needing today. After about five minutes of him just holding me, I pulled away and looked into his eyes. “What are you doing here Loki? They could send you back to Asgard for just leaving the tower!” My hands were on chest, while his rested on my waist. “Well, they can’t send me back if one of the Avengers himself brought me here, now can they?” He smirked at me, fully knowing that they could still send him back. But, he didn’t care. Not at all. “You were in the car the whole time…” “I sure was. And I’m going to stay here with you until you can leave.” What an idiot. But right now, I was really glad that this idiot came here with me. Maybe that will help me. Just as I was about to thank him, the bell rang, signalling that class will start in about a minute and every student should make his or her way to said class. “Can the others see you?” He just shook his head. Satisfied with his answer, I took his hand and pulled him out of the toilet and to my class. And he stayed true to his word. He spent those three hours we had on the first day, either standing beside or behind me, or sitting on the floor. Either way, he kept me entertained and calm and if I started to freak, he used his magic to calm me back down. After the three hours, he walked with me through the city. Somewhere along the way, he made himself visible for everyone and held my hand, squeezing it gently every now and then. People stared at us, but in this moment, I couldn’t care less about them. Back in the Avengers Tower, Loki and I went to our own rooms, changing clothes and grabbing things, just to meet in the living room again. Pepper was at work and the other Avengers were on a mission. So, we spent the rest of the day together on the couch, watching movies and eating pizza leftovers from yesterday. The next day, Loki accompanied me again. And the day after again. So, I spend the school year with Loki by my side. The rest, I’ll leave to your imagination…

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[odderancyart]

School start

Undertale AO3

The building in front of them was intimidating, at least to the younger of the skeleton brothers. Sans had already attended to it for a couple years by now and was used to it. Papyrus, on the other hand, gripped his brother’s hand tightly. The Dreemurr Royal Academy was the kingdom’s fanciest school, where all the children of the king’s courtiers attended. Sans had gotten in on pure talent, though, as a scholarship student when he was ten. As one of the school’s most promising students it hadn’t been hard to enrol his younger brother. Papyrus was incredibly smart and talented as well, after all, albeit in a different way.

Sans fondly gazed down at the younger, who desperately tried to hide his fear. He had gotten better at it, when they were younger Papyrus had been an open book.

“c’mon, bro,” he said, smiling encouragingly. “everyone’ll love ya. you’re the great papyrus after all.”

Papyrus swallowed, and nodded. His grip on Sans’ phalanges got slightly lighter. Just a bit, but enough. He breathed deeply.

“YOU’RE RIGHT!” He eventually exclaimed, straightening. It was obvious he was still scared, but an improvement. “THE GREAT PAPYRUS WILL MAKE LOTS OF FRIENDS.”

“’course he will,” the older skeleton agreed, kneeling to look him in the eyes. “but i hope the great papyrus knows that even if he wouldn’t, he’d still be the coolest monster in the world, and that his brother loves him very very much.”

Papyrus looked at him for a couple moments, before nodding again. He looked determined.

“I LOVE YOU TOO.”

“shall we go then? or do ya wanna go by yourself?”

Papyrus didn’t say anything to that, just gripped a little harder. Sans smiled, and followed the other toward the first years’ classroom. He waved to a couple of his friends on the other side of the schoolyard – he had a lot, people liked his funnybone and easygoing nature – and studied the other first years. They got a couple odd looks from parents, seeing how he obviously wasn’t Papyrus’ father since he was both too young and wearing school uniform. The other kids looked like the stereotypical Academy students. Well-fed, well-groomed, new uniforms in difference to his and Papyrus’ second-hand. They looked almost new, though, since Sans had gotten quite good at sewing clothes. They couldn’t afford buying new all the time, after all, when they grew so quickly.

The teacher, a seahorse monster, smiled as they approached.

“Hello, Sans,” he greeted. Sans had had him as extra teacher to catch up when he started. He turned to his little brother. “And this must be Papyrus? Your brother has told me so much about you.”

Papyrus began to grin, parts of his self-confidence glowing through his fears.

“HI!”

“I’m Marco, and I’ll be your teacher this year. I’m really looking forward to get to know you.”

Sans smiled. It was lucky this was the teacher his lil’ bro would get. Otherwise he would’ve been quite worried. He still was, of course, always would be because Papyrus was his baby brother, but less.

“i’ll leave ya in Marco’s capable hands, then, paps,” he said, kneeling for a hug. As soon as he spread his arms Papyrus fell into them, like he didn’t want to let go. “love ya lots.”

“I LOVE YOU TOO.” Papyrus’ voice was muffled by the collar of Sans’ shirt. Suddenly a bell rang.

“crap,” Sans swore, gently making Papyrus’ let him go. “i have to go, or i’ll be late. i’ll get ya after school, bro.”

Papyrus waved as he left, running toward his own building.

Sans waved goodbye to his classmates. They were all going to a start-of-term-party, and he was invited as well of course. Even though he never went to social gatherings with his friends they always invited him. He simply didn’t have time, between school, work and Papyrus. Nevertheless, he appreciated it. Perhaps once they all got older and he could leave Papyrus alone at home for a couple hours. But probably not, his brother was more important. Possibly if Papyrus spent the night at a friend’s place.

The first-years were playing outside, waiting for their parents to pick them up. Not Papyrus, however. Where was he, then? Sans hurried inside the school, a bit concerned. As his brother’s voice reached him, he calmed down. He couldn’t hear what he was saying yet, but he seemed cheerful enough.

He walked into his brother’s classroom, to see him sitting together with Marco, chatting excitedly. They were speaking about what Papyrus wanted to be when he grew up. At the moment, his brother wanted to be an actor or a puzzle engineer. Honestly, both would fit him perfectly. With his exuberant personality, he’d do great in the public eye, and he was so smart and talented at making puzzles.

“hiya,” he called, announcing his presence. Papyrus immediately stood up, running into his arms. He was grinning. “didya have a good day, pap?”

“YEAH,” Papyrus replied. “MARCO SAID I’M REALLY SMART.”

Sans petted his head.

“you absolutely are,” he agreed. “but why’re ya in here instead of with the other kids?”

Papyrus’ face fell for a moment before his grin came back in full force. That was worrisome. He glanced toward the seahorse, who gave him a half smile. It was slightly apologetic.

“THEY SAID I’M TOO LOUD, SO THEY DIDN’T WANT TO PLAY WITH ME,” he said. Sans blinked. What? How dared they? “BUT DON’T WORRY!” Papyrus quickly followed up. “I’M SURE THEY’LL GET USED SOON, AND THEN I WILL HAVE LOTS OF FRIENDS.”

Sans took a deep breath. Now was not the moment to get mad. Plus, what could he do anyway? Not much, unless he wanted to threaten the kids into being friends with his bro, which Papyrus definitely wouldn’t approve of.

“i’m sure,” he said instead, despite not feeling like it. “now, why don’t we go home? i’m sure we’ll get something extra tasty for dinner to celebrate your first day.”

Papyrus nodded enthustiastically. They’d been saving money for a while to be able to get something fancier for tonight. He couldn’t wait. The school food was free, and really good, so he wasn’t hungry, but the food he and Sans made was better just because they’d made it.

“BYE!” he called to Marco, who waved back. Sans said goodbye as well, and they left the ground. Papyrus was speaking excitedly about school all the way home.

Papyrus stared at his brother. He could feel himself smiling wider than he thought he had ever done, and Sans looked so happy too. He was so proud of his brother. To see Sans standing here now, dressed in graduation robes and his diploma in his hands, it was a great feeling. They hadn’t had the easiest childhood. Growing up on the streets while having to hide that you lived on the streets wasn’t a walk on roses. But they hadn’t wanted to go to an orphanage, because then they would’ve been parted since Sans was five years older than him.

Papyrus had gotten the easy part. Being the younger sibling of someone like Sans meant he had hardly worked at all except small things like baby-sitting and cleaning after school. Sans on the other hand had worked at least three part-time jobs while still attending school and raising Papyrus. So to see him standing there, in robes he had sewn himself since they couldn’t afford to buy new and for this one thing neither had wanted Sans dressed in second-hand, grinning from ear to ear…

Papyrus hadn’t ever been happier. It felt like it was he himself who was standing there, newly graduated with doctorates in quantum physics and law. As one of the youngest ever to do so. Sans was brilliant.

His brother had worked so hard for this. Studying in between working, sleeping and spending time with him.

Once the ceremony was over Papyrus hurried over to where Sans was standing together with his friends.

“BROTHER!” he yelled, making several people cover their ears. “I’M SO PROUD OF YOU!”

Sans laughed as his fourteen-year-old brother threw himself at him, hugging him hard.

“thanks, bro,” he answered, hugging back. When they eventually let go Sans gestured between Papyrus and his friends. Papyrus grinned at them. “ya’ll remember papyrus?”

“’Course we do, Sansy,” a cat monster Papyrus remembered was named Jamie said. “Who could forget him?”

He beamed, and Sans did as well.  

They stayed there for a while before Sans told them they’d have to go home. He took Papyrus’ hand and they left the crowd. Papyrus kept smiling the whole time they walked home.

Their home was a one-room apartment in the ‘slums’ of New Home. They had been able to afford it when Papyrus was ten.

“I’VE GOT A SURPRISE FOR YOU,” he told his older brother as they reached their building. Sans looked curious as he checked no one was inside. They lived on the fifth level, and none of them was too fond of walking all these stairs. Especially since Sans’ robes reached the floor. They shortcutted up to the apartment.

Papyrus smiled as they appeared at home. In front of them a cake stood on their small kitchen-table, complete with frosting reading “CONGRATULATIONS SANS”. Sans stared at it. It was quite a fancy cake.

“I BOUGHT IT MYSELF! I’VE BEEN SAVING MY POCKET MONEY FOR THIS FOR MONTHS!” He would’ve made a cake himself but he didn’t known how to make it without Sans noticing.

“thanks, pap,” was all Sans said, staring at the cake, but Papyrus beamed. Sans was speechless. Which was understandable. His awesome brother had bought a cake from one of the city’s nicest bakeries after all. It had been a pain to get enough money, but it had been worth it to see Sans’ face.

They feasted on the cake all evening, and it was big enough to give a lot of leftovers. It was a good gift.

If you're wondering about why they're calling the teacher by his first name that's because I'm going with what I know, and that's how we do in Sweden. I've literally never called someone by title (including mr/mrs/miss) in my life, including when I've been in other countries (my old school had a project where my class went to Germany in 8th grade and Holland in 9th. In both countries my class used the foreign teachers' first names, and it was really fun how weirded out the other students were by that). So I'm going to take inspiration from Swedish school when writing school Underground.

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