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saw bestie today and we made cupcakes but not just any cupcakes cupcakes from a 5 year old box mix
#they were good tho#i think#will see if i get food poisoning or smtn idk i should be fine#we also made a cake#from 6 year old box mix#and that was horrible#it was very . fleshlike#almost like an arm#so we had to throw it out#also i spent $3 on frosting and we didn’t use it all so i’m gonna have to eat it by the spoonful or something idk#at least it’s good
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Wish I had like a real idea, but something smutty with Abigail sounds fun ^^ like a sparring lesson (aka discourage darling to stop being a knight lesson) gone wild or smtn, idk, I'm technically ace
(I am also technically ace, I'm demisexual. I forgot the prompt and wrote Abigail marking the shit out of her darling.)
♡ Abigail Marking Her Darling During A Sparring Session ♡
You despised your boss, it was her fault really. She had been the one to start this feud, you had previously looked up to Dame Parley as much as the next knight and yet the beast always seemed to find some flaw with your stance, the way you swung your sword, the way your living quarters were arranged, anything she could pick apart was a justification for you never receiving knighthood. You understood that the knights of the Parley squad were held to a high standard but this seemed needless. Normal knights who didn't fit the standard were transferred to a lower squad within a few months but you had been within her squad for a few years at this point, with her constantly refusing to transfer you.
Then it was no surprise to anyone when you demanded to spar with her late at night in order to prove to her that you deserved to be a knight. She of course sent everyone away, not wanting anyone to disturb your lovely little date, not that you were aware of those intentions. Still this was the first time you had chosen to be around her, and you'd picked such a romantic time for it. She'd wanted to go easy on you but you were just so cute which lead to the current predicament.
You, panting and flushed, pinned under her after she knocked the sword from your hand and you tried to retrieve it. You really were just too eager to fight her weren't you? Her sweetheart really just looked too perfect like this. That was until you started crying, oh you really were breaking her heart.
"Why do you hate me so much, Dame Parley?" She bit back a shiver as you said you name so sweetly. Normally you said it with such vitriol, but tonight you were just too vulnerable beneath her. Fuck she needed you now.
It came as quite a shock to you when she tossed her sword to the side, engulfing your lips in a scorching kiss, her knee gently rutting against your crotch and her hand grabbing both of your arms and pinning them above your head.
"Mmmh, you taste too good sweetheart, I can't believe I denied myself of this for so long." She looked like she was going to eat you alive as her other hand slowly unbuttoned your uniform shirt, seemingly taking your silent shock as approval of her actions. Her mouth attached itself to your neck like a leech, like she'd die if she didn't leave her mark on you in some way.
"D-dame Parley, what the fuck are you doing?" You could deny that it felt good but this was supposed to be a sparing session to prove your worth. Was this some sort of freaky torture to show you just how far beneath her you were? You could have sworn she hated you.
"Shhh, just let me get my fill, we have hours before anyone wakes up." Yeah that didn't exactly answer your question, though when you stumbled back into your tent in the early morning with shaky knees and a neck covered in proof of her through loving, you realized your boss had completely different intentions for you. Fuck you really should have transferred sooner.
#yandere oc#yandere lesbian#yandere x reader#yandere x y/n#yandere asks#yandere scenarios#my oc abigail
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i should eat something cause i only ate smtn small this morning plus i need to work out tmrw but im upset and not hungry
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MORE DPS as things if heard, p4 or smtn
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charlie: 🎶Christmas treeee o Christmas treeee all I want is pizza cruuust🎶
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knox not minding his own business again: so… what’s your favorite word?
Chris: …✨women✨
Ginny:*snort laugh* of course it is
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young Neil telling his dad about of his day: …so charlie and knox started drinking water off the pavement…
mr perry: why am I not surprised
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charlie: hey you know what else we should smash?
cam: exCUSe me?
Charlie: the subscribe button
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Todd, eating a croissant or smtn: mmm this reminds me of my childhood!!
Todd, grimacing: ew let’s not do that
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Pitts, wrapped in a blanket delirious and sick: I’m gonna be sold in food mart tomorrow let’s say our goodbyes
Meeks: you good?
Pitts: I’m a burrito, lowest in the food chain…goodbye
Meeks: ??
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suduent 1: hey do you know charlie?
student 2: which one?
student 1 the one that got stuck in a tube once
student 2 ohhh yeah, him
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#Knox is an idiot (cannon)#the dead poets society#dead poets society#charlie dalton#neil perry#chrisginny#steven meeks#knox overstreet#richard cameron#ginny danburry#chris noel#french Todd Anderson#gerard pitts#todd anderson#anderperry
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27 + 53 cunette >: DD
Sick/Injured Fic + Mutual Pining
ou you're kilign me here,,
Cuno finds Annette standing at the front of the bookstore, as usual, and she looks exhausted - *more* than usual. He asks her what's wrong (and by that i mean he says "you look like shit, the fuck happened?"). She waves it off, says smtn about 'just a sore throat' and 'nothing some tea and honey won't help.' he goes 'oh myy fucking god you're sick, does your mom know, why the fuck are you out here in the cold.' she thanks him for his concern but insists that she's not sick, which ofc only makes Cuno go into a spiel about how 'Cuno's NOT concerned, Cuno just thinks you're acting stupid as fuck.'
He doesn't see her outside the next day. When looking into the store he can only see Plaisance. well, shit. if even Plaisance let Annette have a day off then it must be bad.
He decides to go visit her at her place. He's walked her back home a handful of times but never went in. He feels a bit (a lot) embarrassed to be going out of his way to see her - feels that he should just wait till she's back to 'work' to talk to her, but he also can't help feeling worried (not that he'd ever admit it) and wants to check in on her, especially since she'd be home all alone.
He knocks (slams) on the door and it takes a while but she finally opens the door a crack, hiding.
CUNO - Instantly, the first words out of his mouth is: "See? fucking told you, you were sick."
ANNETTE - She groans. "Of course that's why you came here. Just go away." She sounds awful and nasally.
CUNO - "Man, stop being so whiny. Let Cuno in."
ANNETTE - "No way, you could get sick." She is afraid of him getting infected, but she also hates how she looks a mess.
CUNO - "Fuck off, Cuno doesn't *get* sick. Cuno takes so much mag - he's invisible at this point. You should probably take some too - before you die."
ANNETTE - She rolls her eyes. She hesitates a bit, but lets him in after all. She does appreciate him checking in on her and having company sounds nice.
she starts to grow dizzy and he quickly ushers her to her room to rest. Cuno wasn't just making an off-hand comment earlier, he did get her some vitamins. seeing her so sick, he kind of goes into auto pilot - getting her water, a cold water-soaked towel, tissues, whole nine yards.
she tries to tough it out, but ends up falling asleep from how tired she is. Cuno spends the time reading one of the books off Annette's shelves, just laying down on the floor, and getting up to check on Annette's temperature every now and again.
after a few hours, she wakes up feeling a bit better, enough to actually sit up and be aware of her surroundings again. she gets up from the bed and almost trips over Cuno (on the floor) who she has entirely forgotten came over to visit. She's surprised and flustered and embarrassed, and he quickly shuts the whole awkwardness down with a comment about how he's starving and they should just get something to eat.
so they do - they make whatever simple, quick thing from the kitchen, and spend the next while chatting and hanging out. they talk about the book Cuno was reading and Annette tells him he can borrow it until he's done.
He has to leave soon because Plaisance will be back and neither of them want to deal with that. Annette thanks Cuno for taking care of her and says she'd give him a hug if she weren't so sick, which he promptly responds with 'gross, i hope you STAY sick' (he's a little disappointed even if he won't admit it lmao)
anyway smtn smtn they both cant help but think about a reality where they could just spend the whole day - after day after day - together like that smtn smtn
#i went a lil over hfjdfjh i cant help it i like writing them#i really could write forever lmao#cuno just seems like he's really good at taking care of people!!!#he's had to take care of himself for years#taking care of C#probably his dad too with all the strokes he's had#plus after the tribunal harry wakes up with cuno over him i just get the feeling hes been taking care of him while he was out#i mean dr nix told CUNO to call him up if something went wrong with harrys wound#MAN I WISH HE WAS ALLOWED TO JUST BE A KID AND NOT HAVE ALL THIS RESPONSIBILITY ON HIM....#anyway many thoughts thank u for the ask this was fun hh#Cuno#Annette#blabbin scribbles#blabbin
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how do u lose weight so fast
Uhh i genuinely dunno I’ve always been “natural skinny”/underweight and i was very active when I was younger so ig I have a fast metabolism or smtn but I also tend to do a lot of fasting and just like try not to make losing weight my sole focus but doing other things instead and I’m starting adhd meds tomorrow and they’re appetite suppressant so that should help ig ouh and also I waste cals on alch0hol so I tend to not eat as much (PLEASE DONT START DRINKING BC I SAID IT TENDS TO “HELP” ME ITS NOT GOOD FOR YOU!!!) sorry if this wasn’t helpful i seriously don’t knowwww sorrrryyyyy also thanks for the ask i genuinely loveeee getting them they make me so fuckin happy istfg
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post retirement hockey ocs part 2
[captain] + [two first liners] where C+one of them are a lot more injured (+ slightly older) than the other and retire first
and while the third guy is restless when done playing/NEEDS something to do but doesn’t know what yet, the other two are just like okay list out literally everything we can do now that we couldn’t before
like C/1 is like we HAVE to smoke weed. 2 is down for it. they both realize like holy shit this definitely helps bc we’re beat to shit lol. 3 comes home and is like ????hello??? weed???
i think they probs move to just eating instead of smoking it but it both helps w pain and they can just? chill and not be productive all the time like they were before with playing or training
i also think 1 gets an emotional service animal and is like. okay there are definitely things i should look into now that i’m not hyperfocused on work bc this helps?? i don’t feel as rough as i did when not playing before??
the old man house of multiple older players, including one on staff now (4), where they joke it’s so if someone goes down, another person will be around to help/they don’t have to invest in life alert (they’re like 38-40smtn)
not sure what 3 would get up to to not be so bored but 1 and 2 are used to it by then and can figure out stuff that now all three of them can do, even if 3 (+ 4) still does other athletic things where 1 and 2 don’t bc 3 and 4 don’t have the injuries 1 and 2 do
let’s go senior center swim class that i literally hc the whole team doing bc they’re all either playing and need the rehab or retired and need the rehab (plus the old ladies like to be like OH UR FAMOUSSS and cael is like oh adri here makes the most though :) and let’s him flounder lol)
i think he’d be into like, helping 1 and 2 a lot if there are things they want to do but struggle more with? like i can see 1 in particular wanting to go back to school for smtn, probably to help out the team in the future w smtn directly, but concussion history (for both 1 and 2) can make stuff like that hard so 3 helps if he’s having a rough time
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Are you SURE your hat isn’t edible?
I mean,,,, we can try?? one of my main mottos is 'fuck around and find out' so uh?? Yea Anonchen let's see if we can't manage to vore my hat and vore it good.🤠🥣🍽️🔥
#⚡⚡🏳️🌈.ask#fuck the soup it's hat eating time#or I make an edible hat out of cake r smtn#yea that'll end well#gee why r u making a fucking crusher cap out of fondant?? well u see#I moonlight as a homosexual fascist#I never made them rainbow drug brownies for the 100th follower I should make some kind of edible hatecrime#warm apple pie joke goes here
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Help me god my eating habits are uh. Nonsense ❤💙💜
#Disordered earing tw#Idk uh... why lol.#It's not like intentional or anything I'm just like 'hey it's dinner'#And then I don't. And then I'm like 'I should eat smtn bc I forgot dinner'#And then I don't!
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hogwarts school of sorcery and sweethearts
✨pairing : magic!kuroo x magic!reader
✨genre: fluff
✨tw: light swearing
✨ insp: adore you - harry styles, samaras - debbie morena, tt - twice
✨ do y’all just find an amv with a song that slAPS but the song lyrics are just so weird?? so you’re searching through google like ‘indicocoa huhaa’ or other shit like ‘bacardi blowjobs’ or smtn like that? haha lol. anyway, enjoy 3.5k of kuroo simpin’ over you.
𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐢: 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 (𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧) | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢: 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 (𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧)
Sorceress Saeko’s Guide to Helpful Herbs and Plants
The Laughing Lily is a species of magical plant native to Eastern to Southeastern Asia, but was introduced to western shores circa 1500 AD by magical merchants. Characterized by brilliant flowers and stems and leaves that move quite like snakes, these plants have been known to be lethal if not handled properly. It is advised to strike up a mutual respect with them before handling. Their namesake “laughing” is not actually laughing, but more of the sound their flowers make to attract pollinators, both magical or not. Known pollinators include Blast Ended Skrewts, Flobberworms, and Nifflers.
Kuroo didn’t know where to look anymore. Out of all the books in the library, years of Professor Sprout’s teaching expertise, and everyone that he asked, no one could explain to him how the hell mandrake respiratory systems work. And there was going to be a test on Wednesday? Well now he was thoroughly fucked.
Kuroo put his head on the table. Every inch of the desk he was working on was covered in parchment and books. He cast a simple arranging spell, and the books flew into a neat stack on top of one another. If possible, he mussed up his already messy hair. It now looked like a swarm of Blubbering Humdingers had taken residence in his black locks.
"You've been moaning and groaning all week, Kuroo,” Kenma said. Kenma put his legs on the other side of the couch. He fiddled with his wand.
"It's nothing. I just can't wrap my head around mandrake respiratory systems, you know?" Kenma sighed as he flipped through Kuroo’s books.
"This is third-year material, Kuroo,” Kenma said, not looking up from one of Kuroo’s textbooks. “Is Quidditch the only thing that's inside your head?" Kuroo scoffed.
“Hey! I’m good at Transfiguration, okay?”
“Well it looks like this was the trade off.”
“You think so?”
“Hm. Well maybe someone in your year could help you.” Kuroo’s ears instantly perked up at the suggestion, but he slouched back in his seat again once he realised what Kenma was implying
“And you think I haven’t asked everybody to help me?” Kuroo asked. He raised his hands in defeat. The volume of his hair seemed to deflate along with his ego.
“No.” Kenma gave him a blank stare. His pupils dilated before the candlelight, reflecting the flame in his dark eyes. He shrugged.
“So who should I—”
The Fat Lady’s boisterous laughter waned from the inside as you closed the door behind you. Even though it was already dark in the middle of January, sweat dripped off of you like dew on morning grass. A large clay pot was balanced in between your arms, holding a plant with magnificent neon flowers that buzzed around in the air like angry bees.
Kenma pointed his chin to your wobbling form that was stumbling up the stairs, obviously having a hard time with the heavy weight between your arms.
“(Y/N)?” Kuroo asked. Kenma nodded and went back to his book, not saying another word.
To say that you and Kuroo were friends was an exaggeration. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to talk to you, it was more like he couldn’t. Whenever he found the time or energy to strike up a conversation with you, one of his friends would always whisk him away to do something else. The most you had exchanged were simple nods and pursed-lip smiles.
Kuroo sucked on his teeth as he thought about how to approach you. He couldn’t just knock the girl’s dorm door and say, “Hey, (Y/N) I need your help and I’m doomed if I don’t get it.” Nor could he plop down right next to you and suddenly ask about your favourite Quidditch teams in the hope that you would reply. He didn’t want to startle you.
Kuroo clicked his tongue. “Do you perhaps have someone else in mind?” Kuroo asked Kenma.
Kenma shrugged half-heartedly. Kuroo massaged the space between his eyebrows in frustration.
This was a new problem altogether. He could have just asked Professor Longbottom, but his constant paranoia that Kuroo wouldn’t understand the subject made Kuroo even more confused than he was before meeting him.
Opportunity struck the next morning at breakfast. Amidst the stacks of various breakfast foods, you were perched on a bench near your friends. A copy of the Daily Prophet in hand, you seemed to pay no mind to the magical flowers that— quite literally— slithered their way around your head. They didn’t even seem to bother you one bit. You must be invincible in tickle wars, Kuroo thought.
He shook off any unnecessary thoughts in his mind. Taking a deep breath, he marched off to where you sat. Kuroo sat down next to you.
“Good morning,” you said, looking up from the newspaper. “Oh, hi Kuroo!” Kuroo gave you the warmest smile he could muster. He hoped that he didn’t look like that Slytherin second year when he smiled. What was his name again? Kagetora? Koganegawa? Kageyama?
He was snapped out of his thoughts by a sudden lunge from one of your flower-snakes on your head. Startled, Kuroo raised his hands to defend himself. He did not account for the glass of pumpkin juice in his hand. It landed with a magnificent splash on both of your robes.
“Stop that!” you cried. The plants on your head stilled with a flick of your wand. You looked down at the wet puddle on your pants. Kuroo muttered a Hot-Air Charm to dispel it.
“I’m sorry, I just—” Kuroo apologized.
“No, no, it’s not your fault,” you interrupted. “Professor Sprout gave me these Leaping Lilies to take care of for the week, and,” you peeled a stray leaf off your hair, “I haven’t yet found out how to tame them exactly.”
“Ah.” What was he supposed to say now? Should he risk being seen as too straightforward and directly ask for your help? Or should he stretch it out a bit? No, breakfast time was almost over.
“Um, (Y/N),” he said. His eyes were suddenly looking at the two of yours. There was an expectant look in your eyes that derailed Kuroo’s train of thought.
“Can you do me a favour?” You cocked an eyebrow.. The Leaping Lilies around your head seemed to glare at Kuroo. He shook off their stare and started to formulate his words.
“What’s up?” you asked.
“Do you know how Mandrakes work? Their organs, diet, habitats, all that?” You nodded. “Could you maybe… study with me sometime? I’m struggling a lot with them.”
You parted your lips a little. Did you think he was being a little overbearing? Did he say something wrong?
"If you explain it to me,” Kuroo sputtered, ”I'll save you premium seats on our match against Slytherin next week." You simply threw your head back and laughed.
Suddenly, it seemed someone shocked his left shoulder with a bolt of electricity. Kuroo looked at his shoulder. You had put your hand on it, like Kuroo wasn’t just an acquaintance you had bumped into several times prior, or had spilled a cup of pumpkin juice on you earlier.
Had your positions been switched, Kuroo would have just given you a dirty stare and slipped a dose of diluted Shrinking Solution in your orange juice. Thank goodness you were nice.
"It’s okay, Kuroo. Mandrake anatomy is much more complicated than that of other various magical herbs and fungi."
Kuroo sighed. Ok. Mission completed. You removed your hand from his shoulder, brushing his collarbone in the process. Saliva pooled in his mouth, but not from the food in front of him. You surely hadn’t put much thought into the touch, but he was starting to get goosebumps from mere skin on skin contact. Aroused or afraid, he didn’t know.
“Although, those premium seats don’t sound too bad,” you said. “I’ll see you later tonight at the common room?” Kuroo nodded. Once you were gone, he pumped his fist in the air and hissed a quiet “Yeah!” under his breath. He had just scored himself a study date.
The roof of the Great Hall twinkled in reflection of the stars above. Classes had ended with few to none mishaps, save for Kuroo’s Hiccuping Solution blowing up in Bokuto’s face. No mind, nothing that Madam Pomfrey couldn’t fix.
He spotted you sitting down the table eating with your friends. You had discarded your robes in favour of some more casual clothes, like Kuroo hadn’t caught you in sweatpants and an old T-shirt out of the corner in his eye in the common room before.
This was the first time he was actually paying attention though. Kuroo hesitated to call it ‘staring’, but what else would it be? His eyes flitted between the friendly banter in front of him and the… rather attractive specimen that he was due to spend time with later. Kuroo focused his willpower on the mashed potatoes in front of him than the fork in your hands.
Supper went on without a hitch. Kuroo refused to touch pumpkin juice, the innocent beverage evoking memories from that morning that he would like to forget as soon as possible.
Kuroo spotted you walking out the hall with your friends once supper was over. He caught your eyes and pointed his chin back to the dormitories. You muttered a quick excuse to your friends and joined him as you walked back to Gryffindor Tower together.
“So…” Kuroo said, “how’s it going with those Laughing Lilies?” You furrowed your eyebrows. Shit. What was the name of those plants again? Kuroo specifically remembered that they were lilies that tried to attack him, nothing else.
“Oh!” you exclaimed. “You mean the Leaping Lilies.” Ah, shit. You were going to think that he was a rude fool that couldn't even remember the names of a simple plant. Not to mention that you were that passionate about them. But you shrugged instead. “They’re doing alright.”
You made small conversation with him on the journey back. Talks about Quidditch, annoying professors, and the newest wizarding discoveries in the field of Herbology. The little eye-twitch you did whenever you laughed made Kuroo giggle like a lovesick schoolboy. Hey, who was he to talk? Maybe he was one after all.
The common room was filled with the usual hustle bustle of the Gryffindors. Kenma sat in his usual armchair near the fireplace. Upon seeing you enter besides Kuroo, he raised an eyebrow. Kuroo gave him a wink. Kenma sighed and went back to his book wordlessly.
Kuroo's books were already out on the table when you went upstairs to get yours. the result of half an hour of contemplation over which books to put on the top of his stack to make him seem knowledgeable enough. He allowed himself to slouch back and close his eyes. When he opened them, you were standing in front of him with a dark green book in your hand and your lips too close for comfort. Kuroo snapped to attention right then and there.
“If you’re tired, we can do this another time, you know?” you said. Kuroo waved his hand.
“No, I’m alright," he replied. You opened your book in front of him.
“Okay,” you replied, your voice tinted with uncertainty. You pulled a strand of your hair back as you took out your quill and parchment.
"So a Mandrake has six main organ systems..." you started.
Was it wrong to say that Kuroo studied your mannerisms more than the mandrakes? Bumping into your hand when reaching for a new piece of parchment. His attention not on the diagram you were holding, but on your lips that were explaining. Kuroo could feel Kenma roll his eyes from behind him. Surely, your smile was the devil’s whisper leading him astray from the topic at hand.
And it wasn’t just the way you looked either. Your words flowed with both a confidence and passion that sprouted from your love of the theme. Unlike the previous people he had come to for help, you spoke in your own words. Layers of textbook unclarity dissipated beneath your understanding, and for a second, Kuroo caught himself marvelling at how passionate you were at this. That and your constant checking on Kuroo; making sure that he had understood every section you went over, made him fall harder and harder.
Kuroo felt like skydiving; the gravity of your smiles pulling him farther and farther away from the clarity of his mind that was long forgotten in the skies above. Free falling through the clouds had never felt this good before. He would do it every waking second of his life if it meant he could experience the dopamine and adrenaline coursing through his brain like this.
“Thank you so much, (Y/N),” he said, when you two were finally done. You had been kind enough to lend him your notes and observations to help him with Professor Sprout’s subject.
“It’s no problem, Kuroo.” None of you dared talk, afraid to disrupt the quiet cooperation that you had slowly built up over the last four hours. Your books were in hand, ready to accompany back to your dorms. As were Kuroo’s.
“You could-" you adjusted a stray lock of hair, “you could come to me again for help if you need it, you know?”
“Sure.” Kuroo bobbed his head, excitement coursing through him at the thought of another one of these meetings with you. “Think I will.”
The day of the match rolled around faster than Kuroo thought it would. It seemed just like an hour had passed between getting his test back from Professor Sprout (marked with a bright ‘Outstanding’, thank you very much) and gearing up for the fifth game of the season.
Kuroo’s crimson robes fluttered in the wind as he waited for you to come. Thirty more minutes before the match was due to start, and you were nowhere in sight. A steady stream of students had began coming down by now, some asking why Kuroo was shooing them away from perfectly empty, usable seats. Sweat trickled down between his palms and the leather gloves he wore.
He let out a breath of relief, then sucked it back in in anticipation when he saw you arrive on the bleachers. You ran as quickly as you could to take the seats which had been so faithfully saved for you.
"Thanks for the seats, Kuroo," you said. Kuroo pursed his lips and nodded.
"No problem."
An awkward silence blanketed the two of you. You balanced between the balls and the heels of your feet, not knowing what to say next. One of your friends clapped you on the back and called you to come sit down.
"I'll be with my friends, yeah? Good luck." And there it was again. That tantalizing touch of yours that made Kuroo want to ditch the game in favour of a boring class or a lazy night, given that it was with you. Your touch lingered on his arm as you retreated back to the safety of your close friends.
"Y-yeah. See ya," Kuroo said, not realizing that you had left by now. As he went back to the dugout, he found himself stroking the spot on his arm where your hand had been just moments ago. January afternoons weren’t supposed to be this hot, were they?
"Oya? Is that the girl that Kuroo's been seeing?" a voice asked behind him. Owl-Boy’s shock of black and white hair, frozen in its place by constant flying gave him a nice greeting.
"Wha— I'm not dating her, Bokuto!" Kuroo said. Bokuto’s other owl-eyed friend was hot on his heels with his own comeback.
"You sure look like you are from the way you give each other googly eyes," Akaashi said. Bokuto laughed at the bright red slowly creeping up Kuroo’s face.
“Shut it, Akaashi,” Kuroo rebuked. “Back me up here, Kenma.”
“You did look kinda lovestruck when she was in front of you, you know?” Kuroo whipped his head back, a hand over his heart over-exaggerating his betrayal.
“I’m shocked! Oh, to be stabbed in the back by someone you called a dear friend!” Kuroo moaned. Kenma and Akaashi rolled their eyes. Bokuto, however was at his friends’s side immediately.
“Who stabbed you in the back?” Bokuto asked. His eyes were filled with genuine panic. “Was it a Levitating Charm? Should we get Madam Pomfrey?”
“Bokuto-san,” Akaashi’s calm voice called. Akaashi shook his head. Bokuto pouted, standing back up.
“Akaashi’s right though, you know?” Kenma muttered. “Your eyes go kinda like—" Kenma stretched out his eye sockets with his fingers; he looked like a corpse that had been given a rude awakening. Kuroo scoffed.
The joking was cut off by a loud bell outside, signalling that the players would need to get ready. The Gryffindor players circled around Kuroo.
“Alright, let’s do this, Gryffindor!” Kuroo said. Friendly Schoolboy Kuroo had switched his place with Quidditch Captain Kuroo. “What’s our plan this time around, Kenma?”
Kenma looked up. “Um, if any of the Bludgers could land a hit on Kageyama and MIya Atsumu, that would be great. Other than that… playing normally shouldn’t be a problem.” Kuroo put his hands on his hips, in his best rallying stance.
“Alright you all!” The Gryffindor Quidditch Team put their hands in the middle of the circle. “We are the blood that flows smoothly and circulates oxygen, so that the brain can work normally.” With a strong “Let’s go!” they marched onto the field.
With the screech of the whistle, they kicked up into the air.
Kuroo flew like he had never flown before. He would like to say that adrenaline coursing through his veins was from the cheering of the crowd below; but he would be lying once he caught sight of you. A Gryffindor banner was in your hands, the enchanted red and gold glitter blinking from the glare of the sun. You joined the other Gryffindors in support of their house players. His heart swelled in pride when you shouted his name a little louder than the rest.
The game felt like a fanciful daydream his mind would cook up when he was bored during History of Magic. Kuroo’s feet semed to kick through soft clouds as he warded the Quaffles away from the hoops. Sure, some of them occasionally went in, but it was enough of a point gap to let them relax a little. Someone had definitely slipped in a little bit of Felix Felicis into his orange juice that morning.
Even the Slytherin chasers—who had been hailed as the best chasers Slytherin House has ever seen in a decade— seemed to have a rough time getting through Kuroo. It went without saying; Kuroo felt invincible.
Bokuto caught the Snitch, accompanied with shrieks and wild applause from the crowd. He pumped it into the air, making sure that everyone in the audience would be witness to Gryffindor’s victory. Half-hearted handshakes and enthusiastic claps on the back were exchanged. Kuroo almost revelled in the defeat on the Slytherin’s faces.
Kuroo’s heart was almost close to bursting. His little victories over the past week were proving too much for his heart to take. Little did he know, he would bag another one soon.
“We should bag some cakes from the house elves later!” Bokuto suggested as he changed back into his robes.
“Like the rest of them haven’t gone and done that already,” Kuroos said. It was a Gryffindor tradition to go and ask the house elves to cook up a feast every time they scored a Quidditch victory.
“Kuroo,” Kenma said from the outside of the locker room, “you’ve got a visitor.” Kuroo walked out into the frigid January air to see your shivering form waiting outside on the benches.
“Aren’t you cold there?” he asked. You perked up at the sound of his voice. It was kind of cute how you waddled over to where he was standing. Kuroo cast a simple heating spell between the two of you. “What brings you over? Aren’t the others already on their second bottle of butterbeer by now?”
You giggled. Kuroo felt his heart almost collapse with his second victory of the day; the first being quidditch, this being the second.
“I lost the game of rock paper scissors, so the others sent me down to give this to you all,” you said. From your pocket, you conjured an empty saucer. With a wave of your wand, a plate of crudely decorated pastries emerged. “Great game, by the way.”
Kuroo’s stomach rolled a little at the sight of the pastries. You nudged the plate in his direction. “Go on, try one!” Tentatively, Kuroo reached for the least-threatening one. A small cupcake with red an yellow icing.
His stomach did a backflip when he bit into it. But definitely not one of glee. The punch of cinnamon in his nose made him cough up a little bile. The icing stung his tongue with overpowering tones of sea salt and… pepper?
Nevertheless, Kuroo scoffed the entire fist-sized cupcake down. “These are amazing, you know?” he asked.
“Really? I made some of them myself, you know?” Ah. Well there had to be a trade off for having such an amazing green thumb, Kuroo thought.
“Well they’re really good,” Kuroo said. He pretended to still be chewing so you wouldn’t force another one upon him.
“I’ll see you back in the Tower?” you asked. Kuroo pretended to swallow them, nodded his head.
“Sure thing.” Once he was sure you were out of sight, Kuroo stuffed the pastries into his robe pockets. He even ate another one, a giddy smile on his face.
“Goes to show how much people are willing to do for love,” Akaashi muttered. He gestured to Kuroo who was happily skipping away back to the dorms, the taste of salt and pepper cupcakes still on his tongue.
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ough i can't figure out how to google for this so im gunna just ask to see if anyone has experience? we have a kitten who's had diarrhea for over a week now and for a couple days his ass was just leaking constantly. we took him to the vet who gave us probiotics and smtn to help with how sore it made him but they didn't say anything about his tail and im worried. he keeps it tucked under himself constantly so it's forever caked in diarrhea and when we try to uncurl or clean it he screams bloody murder and shakes rlly badly for a while after. the tip doesn't seem to unfurl anymore and im worried its eating away at his tail? he seems to be in a lot of pain but the vet didn't address it at all (I wasn't present to being it up) and idk if we can afford to take him back like ... ogh im just rlly worried. how should we proceed bc even trying to clean his tail makes me want to cry from how hard he cries and struggles and shakes ...
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From what I hear (don't hold me to it) you should go for higher carb foods. Try pastas and breads. Try to stay healthy though, okay? And I hope you're successful!
Ay ok I'll try to do that then soon thanks anon !^^
We usually jus eat alot of fast food and junk food tbh jus cause its cheap and youd THINK id gain smtn from it but nope. I have a fast metabolism (from my dad) so i dont gain anything really no matter how much i eat which kinda sucks cause its one thing being skinny ig but underweight skinny? Hhhhhh nah. I hate wearing kid size pants
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characterization/traits meme
stolen from: @xleonhart
tagging: @runexxknight, @tragicbutinnocent (for any muse, if u feel up to it)
BOLD all that applies to your muse.
italicized is applicable in some way.
• eyes: blue | green | brown | hazel | gray | gray-blue | other
• hair: blond | sandy | brown | black | auburn | ginger | grey/white | multi-color | other
• body type: skinny | slender | slim | built | curvy | athletic | average | muscular (arms and legs) | pudgy (just a lil bit- u can’t convince me he has abs WHY SHOULD HE) | overweight
• skin: pale | light | fair | freckled | tan | olive | medium | dark | discolored (vitiligo hc for both him and cecil)
• gender: male | female | trans | cis | agender | demigender | genderfluid | other
• sexuality: heterosexual | homosexual | bisexual | pansexual | asexual | demisexual | other (doesn’t use labels/talk abt sexuality but doesn’t rly have sexual feelings or a gender preference regarding potential partners)
• romantic orientation: homoromantic | heteroromantic | biromantic | panromantic | aromantic | demiromantic | other (doesn’t use labels/talk abt romantic orientation but doesn’t usually have strong romantic feelings or a gender preference regarding potential partners)
• species: human | undead | shapeshifter | demon | angel | witch | ghost | incubus/succubus | werewolf | alien | mutant | android | other
• education: high school | college | university | master’s degree | PhD | other (self-taught aside from basic childhood schooling, probably has a doctorate’s equivalent in magic/language skills)
• i’ve been: in love | hurt | ill | mentally abused | bullied | physically abused | tortured | brainwashed | shot | other (probably has extensive scarring from magic use in addition to possibly being injured by zemus even physically to keep him compliant. like he was doing stuff willingly but i wonder if he ever had moments like ???what the fuck am i doing this for what am i doing here?)
• positive traits: affectionate | adventurous | athletic | brave | careful | charming (in a way?) | confident | creative | cunning | determined | forgiving (in a way?) | generous | honest (for better or worse) | humorous | intelligent | loyal | modest | patient (can be) | selfless | polite | down-to-earth | diligent | romantic | moral | fun-loving | charismatic | calm
• negative traits: aggressive (can be) | bossy | cynical | envious | shy | fearful | greedy | gullible | jealous | impatient (can be) | impulsive | cocky | reckless | insecure | irresponsible | mistrustful | paranoid | possessive | sarcastic | self-conscious | selfish | swears | unstable | clumsy | rebellious | emotional | vengeful | anxious | self-sabotaging | moody | peevish | angry | pessimistic | slacker | thin skinned | overly dramatic | argumentative (assumes others are two faced/have ulterior motives, almost too careful sometimes, can become preoccupied with certain tasks and forget to complete others, ex. analyzes exdeath’s motives but not the emperor’s, tries to protect cecil but gets himself into trouble)
• living situation: lives alone | lives with parent(s) / guardian | lives with significant other | lives with a friend | drifter (has a home he frequents/uses most but travels a lot) | homeless | lives with children | other
• parents/guardian: mother | father | adoptive | aunt | uncle | foster (fusoya? in a way?) | grandmother | grandfather | other
• sibling(s): sister(s) | brother(s) | none | other
• relationship: single | crushing | dating | engaged | married | separated | it’s complicated |
• i have a(n): developmental disorder | learning disorder | personality disorder | mental disorder (depression) | anxiety disorder | sleep disorder (can force himself to hibernate only on the moon, has insomnia otherwise) | eating disorder | behavioral disorder | substance-related disorder | PTSD | mental disability | physical disability | other
• things i’ve done before: had alcohol (but hasn’t gotten drunk) | smoked | stolen | done drugs | self-harmed | starved (fasts) | had sex | had a threesome | had a one-night stand | gotten into a fist fight (it’s not his style but u can’t tell me he hasn’t just said smtn to make a convo seem over and done with... and then reel back and sucker punch the emperor (it’s always the emperor) | gone to hospital (sort of? not like officially?? just ends up around ppl who will patch him up) | gone to jail | used a fake ID | played hooky | gone to a rave | killed someone (whoops) | had someone try to kill them (also whoops)
#i cant tell if i finished it the formatting is hard to deal w sometimes#obv i did this instead of doing anything important#im tired#misc#text
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so if youre like 700 years old how fucking rad was it when people stopped making mirrors out of silver? i wanna hear any story you got about seeing your own clear reflection for like the first time
ok it ws super WEIRD NGL ok bc like i didnt evn kno ppl startd makin mirrors out of othr stuff n ofc had 2 b like careful around em w ppl who didnt kno abt ykno the condition ok
n ofc i knew wht i looked like like tielo obvi drew n paintd th family smetimes n i got 2 look @ more thn a few drawins of myself but tht was mostly whn i was younger an ofc smetimes we paid ppl 2 paint our portraits n stuff
n e way on2 the story
ok so mother @amarulenxe had previously nto been w us n decided 2 visit 4 a coupla years an had lik absent 4 a month or so 2 go on thsi trip 4 1 reason or anothr she nvr said n whn she came home an it was like towrds th end of th 1930s when mickeymouse lookd TERRIFYIN but i digress she came home w this dude whomst she l8r ate helpin him cart in thsi fuckin thing tht was wrappd up in fabric n she wouldnt let any1 touch n she put it in her lil studio 4 all her witchy stuff n thn aftr tht i p much kinda labled it weird but not relevant n put it outta my mind
a YEAR PASSES ok its nwo 1940 n mom hasnt exitd her studio bc shes busy an doin her own thing avoidin tielo an so on an ofc since tielo refusd 2 go fetch her jic she starved n evry1 else was busy or out of thhouse i was sent 2 go up 2 the forbidden magic room 2 come get her down 4 a lil bit
n ofc since its like a Rare(tm) opportunity i grab me lil candle lantern frm ye olden days light it an go in th room n th rooms big ykno an th lantern was 4 tht extra air of mystery n aesthetic an i mgithve been pretendin i was in a wizards tower as an adventurer bc i fuckin love wizards ok? ok
ok so im in th room w my lantern n im lookin around n moms dead quiet 4 sme reason idk where she was i couldnt see her bc im a dumbass w a lantern rather thn just turnin on th fuckin lights like any1 else would so i start at th edges of th room pokin random shit n seein if it moved n just ykno workin my way in
n ok so mom didnt put th mirror on like a wall or nothin it stood on like a uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh whts the world eisel in th center of th room like a giant canvas except ykno a mirror
so workin my way to th center n gettin a lil creepd out bc mums magic witchy rooms r alwys creepy evn 2 me an evntually im face 2 face w this mirror bc all im doin is lookin down n pokin these piles
im still not sure wht those piles were??????????
so i look up bc i see th legs of an eisel an im lik OH SHES PAINTIN SAME HAT WHTCHA PAINTIN MOTHER an i look up
an theres me there an th lantern doesnt make 4 good lightin whn ur like 1 havent eate in a while so ur startd to look like ur a decayin corpsen 2 in th dark lookin @ a mirror tht haas DEFINITELY had smtn done 2 it bc its mum shes a witch who works w dark forces beyond my comprehension ok
an i scream bc i nvr have actually seen myself like that whn portraits hav been done or drawins its alwys whn im well fed i always look HUMAN an since i assumd mom has magicked evrythin in her area i 1st think its some kind of unholy entity comin 2 kill me an thn l8r i think it foretells tht im goin 2 fuckin die 1 day n ill ykno rot n look like a corpse like most dead ppl do
so long story short i came vis a vis w th nonsilver mirror an scare myself bc i dont realise its me an tht im hungry n should eat smtn
so i run i trip ovr my mothers sleepin form an think tht its th thing tryna grab me an fuckin skedaddle out of there
tht yeat EVRY1 got me thtese hndheld mirrors 4 my birthday an i h8ed it
ofc this story isnt abt OH DISCOVRD REFLECTIONS if it hadnt of been in moms room i wouldve recognised it 4 wht it was an not freakd out like that but since mum is like ykno her i hav 2 assume most of th things she doesnt let me see r probably out there n ready 2 kill me
whn dirk saw his reflection 4 th 1st time he pissd himself tho so i do say tht i handled myslf better than he did an i win
#i nvr saw tht mirror again tho??? like evn whn we moved out of tht house i nvr saw her remove it frm th room an IVE BEEN IN THT ROOM n its j#she ownt tell me wht she did w it#precognitiveignition#asks
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me: please consume something
me: SOMETHING NUTRITIOUS-
me, already taking myself up on the offer to eat anything: BAGLE
#w just butter#i made dalgona coffee and made uh. well i used 4 tbs coffee#idk how much i drank im not sure if the rule still applies bc it's apparently 1 TSP per 3/4 water#so is 4tbsp 12 coffees#i dont know#i didnt sleep much anyways so it doesnt rly matter#i just have anxiety#ANWAYS I SHOULD BE EATING SMTN ELSE BUT#bagle time#my posts
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