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◇ Kyle runs towards the art teacher, holding a jar in his hands. He proudly shows it to his teacher with a childish, enthusiastic smile on his face.
: "Good morning, Professor Sircotin! Look what I got during recess. Thought it looked really pretty, and maybe you'd like it as someone who teaches art." :D
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Extra: Flashback
(Kyle during recess): he's js a lil boy TvT <3
: "Paru-paro!" ("Butterfly!")
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Yes, did this because of the latest ask u sent mwehehehe :3
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Prompt- I’m totally in love with your erasermight <3 (with your art in general btw!!) can I maybe suggest a prompt: Aizawa calming down upset Toshinori?
Thank you so much!!! This is…way more intense than I intended, painting it was really hard XD, I polished it a lot more than usual, because I felt like I had to do the ugly crying justice :P.
Still totally accepting bnha prompts- only up to the anime preferably, (I’m almost caught up but its less fun when not everyone can see it.) Any ships, fluff or no! Reply or send me an ask, specifics make it more interesting for me to paint, and as always, I can’t do all of them </3
I’m actually running a day late, I was planning on drawing the teachers in some weird clothes tomorrow, so if you got any ideas, throw them my way (ask, chat, comment, whatever, I know linking to photos is awkward with tumblr). I would draw them in my outfits, like I see a lot of artists doing, but I live in jumpers and jeans ¬-¬.
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This ask...was last year ago, Tato🥔. And it will almost be 1 year and a half if you haven't already answered it.
@boiling-potato
And yes, get me just a regular fries, icecream, and a coke(i want Jollibee sadly it's always packed and full of screaming children despite it being very cheap but i'd rather eat at mcdo or kfc << has less customers in the phils🇵🇭 not that the fastfood brand is bad it's just somehow not a popular pick when going outta lunch...like kfc’s kremball icecream.)
Btw kada 8 AM dumadating yung taho sa barangay namin lmao, the usual tahoman i buy taho from travels far, fr fr i saw once at near my school at ako yung friend na naka tira sa malayo di nasa city...so u know my guy taho vendor travels far N fast, libre kita taho Tato🥔 lolll(sorry for yapping)
ok so i saw ur comment to this one post (i lazy to describe) AND FOUND MYSELF CACKLING TO YOUR PFP WHAT. UTS SO FUNNY AND SO GOOD IN A WAY Y'KNOW??? 😭🙏🥹
Yez yezz, I'm sometimes funny you know. Bleh bleh-bleh
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Moonlight University(and the character Leighton Mumford), belongs to @hayatiayad @hayati-gacha
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Sircotin maneuvers Mumford into his dark, moving through the silent halls and door to door and finding the bedroom, Sircotin thinks the couch wasn't a proper dip for some reason....dropping his coworker carefully onto the mattress. Mumford's chest rising and falling.
The literature teacher was way out of his mind it isn't clear...Mumford grumbled.
″Hah...you're...gripping me there...″
Laughing awkwardly, said Sircotin. Trying to slip away from Mumford's grasps
He grunts, his forearm tense, pulling from the vest of the art teacher down slightly.
Even if he couldn't see Mumford's face, Mumford's breathing heavily. Frozen, looking down at Mumford—the stern lines completely gone, looking vulnerable in the dim light. Sircotin's chest tightens with a strange, heavy heat that terrifies him.
The older man swallowed his breath‚ ″I...I have to go..″
″Leighton?″
Sircotin looked at the door behind him. Giving the guy obvious hints.
A moment of silence in the other...Mumford's grip is weakening.
Sircotin gently adjust the man's hands to loosen his fingers and release himself from Mumford. Carefully and properly laying his...friend to rest.
Sircotin stands by the bed for a full minute, staring. His eyes are wide, tired, and deeply conflicted. He feels a pull he shouldn't feel. He quickly turns and leaves.
— — —
Arriving home, the house is dead silent.
He quietly strips down in the dark, leaving him in his underwear and messed up hair...tucking himself to bed he glances at his wife, Aella, sleeping peacefully, her hair spilled over the pillow. Sircotin's face flushed red, "look at how dumb you look Aella...you sleep weird" he thought, laughing under his breath. He was about to touch her face but decided not to, he doesn't want to wake her up and probably because she's got work tomorrow and his wife always wake up first.
He sighed, couldn't keep his eyes open any longer. He drifting off to sleep....
And fell asleep,
....
His eyes locked on to his wife,
But his mind was staring into someone else
He got up and lazily stumbles his way to the bathroom, he groaned at the buzzing lights he switched on...how bright it was...
Shuts the door.
He stands before the mirror....he hated how he looked, he despises how he looked. Everytime he sees his nude form he's reminded of the worst things he had done to himself. He traces the surgical scars on his stomach, the feeding tube marks from his ulcers. His skin is pale, almost sickly from repeated self abuse and blood loss.
He shouted in his mind, ″What is wrong with you? Stop it! Stop making an ass out of yourself!!! ″
Sircotin slipped in and out of reality, this dizziness. His hand pressed next to the mirror holding his own weight...he looked down at himself and faded.
......
A mysterious hand moves up to his bust, it feels like it was admiring the butterfly tattooed in his chest by the way it's caressing him, then lower, trailing down his torso, imagining the completely different pair of hands. When he opens his eyes, he saw only his hand is halfway down his boxers. He quickly pulls out as if it burned.
Those ghastly yellow eyes in other side of the mirror, it was definitely judging Sircotin. Then flash of its glasses those eyes are wearing...before disappearing completely.
Breathing heavily, gripping the edges of the sink, staring at his own reflection with intense disgust.
″No. No, no, no. You're fucking married! You've a wife...A-AND a kid!!? What are you—a man in your 40s—is doing!?? THE H- You must be losing your goddamn mind! ″
Sweat ran cold down his face, one hand moving his hair away. His heart beating fast even he's almost hyperventilating.
Disgust, face red....
Thinking of another person in your married life, and that it being a man...
Fists clenched.
His head bowed, managing his airway and calming down...
Silence....It's the middle of the night, you cannot be making so much noise...
....
Lips quivering.
Panic! At the realization of what just happened—
"No....no- did you just- NO!"
"WHY WOULD I THINK OF THAT!? WH- "
"Oh god..."
"OH MY GOD?!!"
Another realization, he was dreaming...
...
Of...someone FAMILIAR??!
Who was that.....
....
LEIGHTO- ....
″Oh my—fucking g-god...″
He was horrified.
He starts to question himself, of all the people you chose to fantasize of....IS LEIGHTON!? He couldn't believe it... He thought he was straight as ruler, only to meet the eyes of who was holding the end of the ruler to smack the art teacher's pesky hands from touching his coworker Mumford's ballpoint pen.
Sircotin's mouth still on the floor. Endlessly questioning himself...again. How? Why?
"I only know him as friend..." He quoted... A friend? M'well what now? He can still feels his heart beating uncontrollably in his chest. Sircotin thought he knew what only interests himself.
...what now?....
He worries this moment till how long he shouldn't remember will affect him and... ″Leighton.″
He palms his face, took a deep breath. Though this doesn't take away the skips of his heartbeat.
″How- why....how could this happen.″‚ he trembles. Covering his mouth, eyes squinting, brows narrowed, and shoulders shaking.
— — —
Tucking his hair behind his ear. Sircotin laughed at one his students jokes,
leaning against his desk to support his weight
The bell suddenly rings and the class was dismissed, as every student stepped out Sircotin stayed behind to organize the modules he has taken from the youth.
The art teacher took a short glance at the door then proceeded to focus on his things but then he Mumford walking by with a usual cup of hot coffee...black coffee. "He always choose that bitter taste"....
Sircotin stopped on what he was doing. He waved at the Literature Teacher and mouthed, "Hey!"
The other nodded in acknowledgement.
Sircotin smiled.
....as if last night was just a forgettable dream....
