i did the sketch of this at the end of my history class last friday

College Level Art Student wanders into the back areas of the Museum at one point, looking for a defunct exhibit because it was just there last Friday and they were drawing that particular corner for their mid-term examine and now it’s just gone, how dare they. CLAS finds more than what they bargained for, ends up not eaten and instead drafted into the evil plan because A) If too many people go missing at the museum, it attracts attention and B) You ate my last security guard Bular, I need a new one, complains Nomura and C) there are benefits to not having to hide things from museum security. 

So CLAS finds themselves in a job as the new nightshift security guard, gets stuck alone in a museum with nothing but Bular and some goblins for company a couple of nights. CLAS ends up befriending the goblins by feeding them the stubs of old charcoal pencils, gives them all nicknames like Frogger and Chicken Legs. CLAS brings in their art projects to work on because there’s lots of spare time and come on, they’re stuck in an art museum with nothing to do for a large amount of time why not get some assignments done? Bular finds this annoying at first - he didn’t get to eat them and he’s mad at their very presence to begin with and what are they doing? Why is it drawing that column? Why is it sitting at this odd angle sketching the underside of that statue? Is that a doodle of him? It’s inaccurate, his teeth are much more menacing than that.

And CLAS draws fucking everything, which worries Strickler because what if someone finds the sketchbook - to which CLAS just laughs and says it’s all for the character concept design class - GRA3002, three credit pre-requisite for for 3D character animation. CLAS also gives nicknames to everyone else because they are an Art Student - existence is pain, fear of death has no meaning to them, and the stench of charcoal mixed with chalk will forever stain their soul. Strickler’s nicknames are invariably different disgusting shades of green. Nomura is just Magenta, with occasional references to Blue’s Clues that both changelings wish they didn’t understand. Bular is publicly referred to as his name, but privately referred to as ‘Him Big’ or ‘Boss Rock Man’.

CLAS is fairly certain that they are going to die at some point in the near future and when threats are being thrown about will occasionally declare that, hey, waiting to die is stressful so just get on with it already or else leave them alone to finish this fucking painting because it’s due in six hours and worth half their grade, for fuck’s sake. CLAS at one point enlists the goblins to steal things for them such as a skeleton from the medical lab on campus (ostensibly for drawing purposes, but they end up naming it Fredrickson and dressing it up in a top hat and taped on bowtie plus monocle combo). Strickler’s visits end up being an endless guessing game of ‘what has the human done now?’

Nomura is somewhat afraid of how quickly the human managed to befriend the goblins. How did they do that? How? When asked, CLAS simply and somewhat terrifyingly declares themselves to be ‘the goblin whisperer’. Puts on sunglasses in perfect sync with Frogger. Both of them walk out the room backwards with starbucks coffee cups, doing the ‘i’m watching you gesture’.

CLAS makes a shit ton of art history references, puns, and jokes that both make the changelings snicker, though secretly Strickler’s just disgusted by it. How dare you make a renaissance sculpture pun in my general direction, how dare you. Bular’s just amused that CLAS has provided a source of endless frustration for the changelings, settling into ‘if you’re making them annoyed, you’re fine by me’ mode of operation.

Sports Reporter Riley Matthews whole world is turned upside down with Shortstop Lucas Friar signs with the Yankees, can she keep the secrets she’s held onto for the last thirteen years, can he keep the secrets he’s held onto?

Cross-posted to FF.net

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Author Note: Again thank you for the reviews, reblogs, likes, etc. You all rock.
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“So how did that feel, your first game as a Yankee?” Reese dug through his bag looking for the clothes he wanted to change into after his shower.

“Amazing” Lucas confessed, “I used to come to games in high school with—my girlfriend. Cheap seats always, those summer afternoons were the best. The only thing better would be going to a Knicks game with her.”

“You still have feelings for that girl after all these years, don’t you?” Reese leaned against his locker studying his old friend, “Is this the one that had your kid and wouldn’t let you be a part of their life?”

Lucas nodded, “Yeah, I guess um, I’m gonna hit the shower and then go hide out in the training room.”

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Stay Up 'Til the Lights Go Out

otpprompts Imagine person A and Person B talking on the phone all night by accident, then sending each other tired selfies in the morning. Bonus: Person A messages B how they fell asleep in class/work that day.


“Clarke you should go to sleep, I’m going to be out til daybreak. And you have class in the morning babe.” Bellamy spoke into the phone that was sitting between his shoulder and head as he grabbed his things for his night shift. He hated doing night patrols but, thus, was the case of being a rookie cop.  Nodding to Miller who was getting into the driver side of the patrol car, Bellamy walked around to the other side and slid in as he heard Clarke’s reply.

 “But I wanted to stay up and talk to you, Bell. Between your night rounds and my practically unlimited residency hours, we never see each other. We keep missing each other, I miss ya.” Clarke’s reply came through slowly, her exhaustion evident through her voice.

 “I miss you too, but your class–”

 “Will still be there three times a week for the next two months. Wouldn’t be the first time I’d be tired in that class either. Stop worrying Bellamy and just talk to me. I’m assuming you’re out with Miller?”

 “Yeah, he’s driving and probably none too happy that I’m on the phone.”

 “Liar, Miller doesn’t care. Right Miller?” Clarke asks the last bit loudly knowing that the other dark male in the police car will be able to hear her.

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