#avellanahablando

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Kalego x Reader one shot

in which Kalego realizes he doesn't mind being soft if its for you. (theres a discord server for fellow simps now!!!)

The Sullivans two humans along with Balam were having a movie night when Kalego had gone to drop something off. considering the group he had encountered however, he got sucked in with them on the couch. Despite the confusing aspects of the human film (The Book of Life) it was a rather decent film. Iruma hadn't seen it himself yet, but you had - several times from Spanish class - and you enjoyed introducing them to the world and characters.

You had often gotten excited or passionate while explaining earthly things to the demons, but this time was a bit different. you were getting absorbed in the movie as you watched it for the umpteenth time, despite frequent breaks for explanations - and it was right now that you were hugging a pillow to you chest with knees tucked in on the couch as you focused intently on the screen. The wooden man was singing a romantic song to his lady up on a balcony - and goose bumps appeared on your arms as you listened to the music and watched the moving pictures.

Since learning about your human nature, Kalego had gotten a bit more used to the more... empathetic and emotional aspect both you and Iruma had. Seeing the way you swooned at this scene reminded him of the relationship that more peaceful plants have with the ground and their environment. The plant puts their roots - their life - in the hands of the soil with the promise of being cradled carefully with proper nutrience that keeps both in good and healthy condition. that's how you swooned at this scene - with the intent of laying your heart in the palm of this fictional scenario to allow you both to develop with love and care.

Balam and others had called him out enough times already for being more lenient towards you with his strict and stiff personality; altho he always came up with an excuse about how you needed the rest to function properly as valued asset, or that you or Sullivan would drive him crazy otherwise, he didn't need anymore call outs questioning his strength and power.

But if he could somehow get around that scrutinization from his peers and fellow demons.... he wouldn't mind cradling you like the plants and soil do. Holding you like a delicate flower as you swoon in his arms, waking up next to each other in cuddles as the sun rises, gentle kisses and tucking hair out of each others faces... mutual love.

Fuck. He was really in deep.

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[avellanasmentalhealth]

Guess whos got a big smashign headcannon that Hunters palisman lil rascal will just like, ruffle thru his notes and papers n stuff while hes studying shit and thats how hell stumble across smth big. lil rascal also gets very restless stuck in the room all the time cause if hes seen its bad. so if like, a new person that hunter deems trustworthy comes in the room (idk he sneaks someone in cause hes learning how bad belos is) lil rascal will be all over that person.

sniff sniff i must examine

lil rascal is very good at finding useful things for hunter. good people, important info, ect *cough cough* plot speedrun time

Hey!!! Hunter!!! Hunter bro look at this thing!!!!!

Hunter: OMG PLOT

#the owl house #hunting palismen #hunting palisman spoilers #headcannons #avellanahablando #the golden guard #hunter the owl house

[avellanas-nutty-empire]

aight guess im doing one of these

and then a bonus good guy, the one ALL my friends make fun of me for:

#avellanahablando #fucking take a guess guys #we got #kalego naberious from welcome to demon school iruma kun #tsukishima kei from haikyuu!! #bakugo katsuki from my hero academia #sanji from one peice #and this next one is from a video game not a show but #gilbert von obsidian from ikemen prince #Ichijou Masaki from the irregular at magic high school #dont blame me for that one the fandom and sis x bro plot suck ass but the MAGIC SYSTEM IS SUPER FUCKING COOL!!! #rey from the promised neverland #obi from snow white with the red hair #sing soo ling from banana fish #and honorary eddition cole from lego ninjago #the one standout #NOW GO JUDGE ME IN MY INBOX!!!!

[avellanas-nutty-empire]

Imagine being in a relationship with kalego and everything is great Until. For one reason or another, you two have been separated for an extended period of time. And kalego gets so stressed without you he ends up in his evil cycle during your reunion.

He broods while you're gone, no longer accustomed to dealing with his stress without you in his life. And when you get back in it with him still in his cycle, hes... a bit extra possessive/protective about you. An extra steel gaze glances everywhere but you as he makes sure you never get too far from him till his cycle ends. He gets a bit more rough around the edges, but after fucking you a little bit harder than normal he wakes up with the cycle over.

(edit. my friend made a discord for fellow simps. https://discord.gg/TjHwNHeUtp)

#avellanahablando #kalego #kalego naberius x reader #kalego x reader #naberius kalego x reader #naberius kalego

[avellanas-nutty-empire]

Different kinds of strength Pt1

Similar to For The Sake Of A Smile by @snippychicke, Iruma has an adoptive human Aunt that followed him into the netherworld. Shes the librarian at Babyls and Jazz goes to her of all people for help addressing his familiar Spoo

Iruma is a kind hearted individual. One bad thing about this however, is his lack of associating weakness with softness. Not to say that Iruma - being a softie - is weak, but rather he would be openly vocal about others' softness (and thus weakness) than demons would normally be comfortable with.

It's like he knows a secret, but doesn’t understand why it's important to be discretionary about it. He could easily spill the secret accidentally, without intending to cause the harm that would inevitably follow...

This is what caused Jazz to further communicate with Iruma about the instance in which he found out about his familiar: Spoo.

Iruma was hiding in the room Jazz and Spoo were practicing in, so he could easily eat where the ‘Snack Police’ could not find and apprehend him. Iruma was kind; and Jazz doubted he would intentionally hurt another in such a way, but he had to be sure that his loose lips would always remember that Jazz knew his snacking secret whenever he thought of Spoo. Just to be sure.

"If you're really still worried about his appearance, Jazz, you might wanna talk with my Aunt, Flora."

This was not at all the reaction Jazz expected. Which - Iruma did cower in fear at first, when the mention of keeping Spoo’s appearance discretionary immediately changed Jazz’s demeanor - but now he had realized the purpose, and was unfazed by Jazz's threats.

"Seriously," He continued as Jazz went blank-faced. "She has a lot of experience with personal appearance struggles. I think it might help."

Despite his bafflement at the suggestion, this bit of information must not dissuade Jazz from his original mission.... ensuring Iruma’s ultimate silence about Spoo.

"I'll still tell Clara and the whole Snack Police if you tell." He said firmly, at which Iruma stiffened again - for Clara and Azz had just appeared behind Jazz. The two students met eyes once more.

"My lips are sealed!" Iruma said before scampering off towards his main 2 friends. Thank Devi he didn't have any snacks to hide at that moment, or he would've been a goner.

---

Flora had taken over Babyls’ Library not long after most of the misfit class had gone to Walter Park together in the summer. She was supposedly as secluded as Iruma had been from the rest of the Netherworld before entering Babyls (though how Sullivan managed to keep his mouth shut about his precious daughter and grandson for such a time, Jazz would never be certain enough to bet on). She was unranked, and seemed to have a wide array of general knowledge rather than one particular specialty.

She was physically and magically weak like Spoo, but there wasn't much else Jazz could see in comparison. The bit Iruma said about personal appearance experience got Jazz quite more curious about her, however. Was she insecure about her rankless status, was there some sort of trauma she suffered that affected her sense of self? It was too perplexing a concept for him to ignore.

He had to know what the fuck Iruma was talking about. Was he calling him insecure?

Flora definitely seemed to be as shy as Iruma was kind - on top of being equally as kind - but the more Jazz tried to think about it, the more his brain tried to shut the thoughts down; such levels of kindness were unnatural in the netherworld. Better to just straight up confront her.

But how?

---

Flora was known through out Babyls  for not only being the Librarian, but also being rankless, kind, shy… and also riding astride a fucking nightmare’s back to and fro various long distances.

Right on top of their wing base.

The subject in question then became how the fuck Flora had managed to have such steep control over a netherworld creature that it would allow her to sit there as it moved, while still being as weak as she was.

Everyone saw the way she treated the nightmares though, and the sight was less than steeped in control; which is what was even more perplexing.

"What does your familiar look like?" Jazz blurted, suddenly popping up from her desk one day. Startled, Flora dropped her book down and braced one hand on her chest and another against the desk for support as she tried to calm herself down from the fright. "You have one, right? One of the nightmares?" Jazz continued, unbothered.

Flora took another moment to steady herself, which was considered normal for her. She needed a moment longer to tell her mind and body that it was not, in fact, in danger. Probably something picked up from her theoretically traumatic past, everyone figured. She was weak and rankless, and thus used much more adrenaline running through her to survive whatever danger she encountered.

"Well," Flora started, settling into a normal more relaxed position to converse with the student. "Chestnut is my familiar, but why do you ask?" Discussing and showing off her familiar’s appearance - while self-satisfying - would draw too much attention to her. She was a human, after all; just like Iruma. Although the act of obtaining her own familiar had been precise and intentional, now that more knowledge was known about humans having familiars after Iruma undoubtedly re-summoned Kalego after supposedly forever breaking their familiar contract bond.

"....just curious." Jazz says, intending to be careful. Flora took more care in sealing her lips on sensitive topics that she didn’t understand the sensitivity about, but she still let a few things slip willy-nilly once and a while. The lack of context gave Flora a pause in her response.

"....are you doing some sort of research?" She finally asked.

Research? Plenty of students came into the library for their scholarly and personal research purposes. Yes, that is what this would be classified as for Jazz. Personal research.

"Yes. I'm curious about familiars' varying appearances, their functions and perceptions based on them. And how often familiars appearances change."

"Oh, my. Let's see..." This was quite a specific inquiry, one more suited for a teacher who knew more about familiars; like Robin, seeing as he was the instruction for familiar classes - even Kalego would be a better choice, as he oversaw each students familiar summoning every year. "Honestly, you might be better off asking Robin or Kalego. They have more experience with various familiars than I do."

Jazz grimaced at the suggestion. Robin was too..... all over the place. And he would gain hardly anything more than he was already getting from regular familiar lectures (although lecture is not the word one would use to describe Robin’s lessons). Kalego would certainly know about various familiar forms, but... the demon was too brash and strict a teacher as it was for Jazz. That one bonus lesson in Walter park had been hell enough - he wanted to avoid more if he could.

“I've heard enough about their private lessons from Iruma, Soi, and Lied for my own taste. Surely you know something about peculiar cases yourself?” Jazz pressed. He wanted Flora of all demons to be the one to open up about this. Not because of anything Iruma has implied or said, but because she was kind and patient and quiet - not noisy and boisterous like the rest of the staff he would otherwise have to turn to.

“Hmmm....” This was clearly a sensitive matter to Jazz, from what Flora could tell. He was unwilling to offer much information or seek a more reliable and trustworthy source. And while demons did act differently from humans, Flora was at least certain about this. “Come inside my office for a minute”

---

‘Office’ is the word Flora used. ‘Prep room’ is the word anyone else in the Netherworld would’ve used. Nevertheless, Flora had made it into quite the little personal reading nook. A spot for snuggled reading, a spot for note taking, and a spot for organization and planning.... Its personal touch was a bit odd compared to the other teachers' prep rooms - though Flora is a rather odd demon, Jazz supposed. 

Jazz took a seat on a couch before a smallish coffee table, while Flora took to a small single chair. As she settled in, she pulled her feet and legs up into the seat with her, curling her arms and body around to keep them in place as she sat.

“So what's this specifically you're looking for?” Flora started. Jazz was still a bit hesitant to be so outright with the information at hand, but he figured that alone in the prep room no one would overhear or see about his little Spoo’s condition. He let out an aggravated sigh.

“My familiar’s appearance.” He began. The crux of the issue was that despite Spoo's growing skills, uses, and talents, his appearance was still cause for concern in the young demon. Spoo had some scales at the base of his tail, and he managed to steal Irumas secret snacks that one time they were discovered, but Jazz had still ultimately decided to use the face mask thing that was intended for Soi during the music festival for the heartbreaker exam. Jazz loved Spoo, and accepted him. But it felt like with this insecurity, he hadn't truly accepted Spoo for everything that he is. And that did not sit well with him.

“... you want to change it's appearance?” Flora questioned after allowing Jazz a paused moment to think.

“Yes.” Surely that was safe enough to admit.

“Well,” She started. “From what I understand, a familiars appearance is based on the summoners personality. It's a reflection of who they are on the inside.”

“Yes” Jazz confirmed.

“So are you afraid or upset by what your familiar’s appearance has to say about your personality?” Flora asked.

“Well...” Jazz paused again. How could he say this correctly? “It's not that I don't care for my familiar; I've accepted him, and his appearance is not his own fault in the slightest. But what his appearance says about my personality doesn't match up with...” He drifted off, rotating his hands in a circle to try and grasp the end to his sentence. 

Flora almost felt as though she were a therapist of sorts at this moment. Jazz was clearly having trouble voicing the crux of the issue - something she could relate to - so she did her best to ease it out of him in a way he wouldn't freeze up or pause much over.

“What do you think about your own personality? Who do you think you are as a demon?” She prompted. Jazz had to think long and hard about that.

“Who am I....” He mumbled, looking at the floor as he thought. “My brother is just about the worst. And I'm convinced if I were in his shoes as an older brother I would be much better behaved.” Flora nodded at this, indicating she was listening and had heard the meaning behind his words. “But my family bloodline ability contradicts that idea. A thief can't be soft. Snakes have scales, not fur.”

“Are you a snake?” Flora - as a human - was quite partial to metaphors and similes, but she knew such things could be harder to grasp for demons - and hell, even some humans had a particularly hard time with the constant way she formed and wove them into her life.

“My fingers are snake-like when I steal, and my familiar's original appearance has two snake tails.” Jazz supplied, thinking he knew where she was going.

“Hmmm.... so you are expected to be tough like a snake... but deep inside you feel soft?” Jazz grimaced at the word. Soft often equated to weak in the Netherworld, and to be perceived as such made a dangerous target of demons. Jazz thought it was a miracle already that Flora had survived this long in the Netherworld - much less taken care of Iruma in it. “Why is it a bad thing?” She asked in response to Jazz’s own response to the word soft.

“Soft means weak,” He stated more firmly as he sat, hunched over with hands balled on top of his legs, pink tipped ears of embarrassment. He opened his mouth to speak again - something similar along the lines of what he had just said - but Flora interrupted him. 

“I hate that notion.” Voice and posture stern, her legs were now curled flat against the chair she sat upon instead of hugged around her arms. Jazz looked up at her in surprise, forgetting his own embarrassment. “It speaks nothing to the power softness holds.” He sat there with his mouth open for a hot second before Flora finally decided what to do next.

“Come see my Familiar,” She said.

---

Sullivan had a stable area made at Babyls ever since he first got the nightmares and carriage for Iruma; but the area has since been turned over to Flora as she tamed the horse-like creatures. 

“I assume you've got a familiar summoning seal on you?” Flora had asked on their walk over, prompting Jazz to quickly steal one off of a nearby demon they passed.

When they arrived, Jazz had never seen anything like it. The carriage itself was stored off to the side and well out of the way - or at least it would have been, had it been rode to school that day. The rest of the place was strewn with straw and hay, and built mostly out of wood. There was a small section for the saddles, bridles, blankets, grooming tools, etcetera that Flora had called ‘tack’ and then there were the stable sections for the individual nightmares.

“Let's see that seal now,” Flora said, holding out her hand for the sticker. Jazz gave it to her while looking around some more, still quite unused to the stables. Quickly putting the sticker on and raising her hand, Flora summoned her familiar. With a small flash, a white nightmare appeared beside the librarian. 

Jazz was startled by the scene, causing the creatures to flatten their ears back and snort in agitation before Flora calmed them down.

“Do your best to keep your emotions minimal and under control, they might get startled.” Flora stated, running her hands through the white nightmares mane of hair - silver sparkling hair, that was originally plain white like a cloud. The creature's coat was glossy white as it shimmered, and its horn seemed to glow with magic... Jazz had never seen anything like it.

“Whoah...” Was all he managed to get out while Flora continued to soothe the nightmare at her fingers.

“What do you notice?” Flora asked, prompting for an answer.

“Uh... The horn looks like it's brimming with magic and the hooves look like they could kill with one kick - but at a distance, this thing looks more like some sort of fluffy decoration?” Jazz frowned at the realization once the words came to him. How could something be so soft and so deadly? 

“That's right. Chestnut here is a very pretty nightmare who could kill you in one fell swoop - she is soft AND strong. At the same time, and neither takes away from the other.” Flora paused for a moment to allow Jazz to soak all the information up. “Now, let's see yours”

Jazz was startled just enough to manage to summon Spoo before he thought too clearly on the subject. With a poof, the fluffy little doggo was before their feet and the white nightmare was snuffing for context on what was happening. Flora sat on the ground and crossed her legs, opening up to the new creature with a smile.

“Well hi there little fella, what's your name?” As Spoo determined the librarian was not a threat, he pawed his way over a little to greet her. Flora offered her hand for sniffing and some head scratches. Jazz sank to the floor from his own embarrassment. After a while of getting acquainted with the new familiar, Flora finally spoke again. “So what's wrong with him?” She asked.

Probably the wrong wording, given Jazz’s response.

“That's the thing, nothing’s wrong with him!” He burst out, causing the nightmares in the stable to stir a little. Flora hushed them and got Chestnut to plop down on the floor with them, then waited for Jazz to elaborate. “He’s....He’s very loyal and hard working and we have a good bond, and he’s been becoming more physically useful with his physical form - he could hardly do anything at first - but his appearance is still..... Just some soft little guy.” Jazz paused to scritch Spoo himself, nearing the end of his explanation. “He’s a symbol of my soft weak spot”

“He’s a symbol of your love and your heart” Flora corrected softly. She was going to have NONE of that soft equaled weak/bad ideology. Jazz looked up at Flora, confused and awaiting an explanation of what she meant. “Do any of your fellow students feel like younger siblings to you?” Flora asked, remembering what he said earlier about his own older brother.

“Well..... at Walter Park, my group of guys asked me to lead and help them with such pleading little faces... it filled me with a sense of pride in my strength that they would come and look up to me like that - even though I was panicking - and during the heartbreaker exam when I first saw my kohai, I just felt... this deep sudden urge to prove that strength and pride all over again...”

“Hmmm,” Flora hummed in understanding. “That's a beautiful thing to see reflected in your familiar.”

“Yeah, but it also shows a weak spot. It shows that if people attack those I care about then they can get to me,” Jazz countered.

“It could also show how fiercely you’d protect them, if you wanted.” Flora said, making Jazz pause to think for a second. He looked back over at the white nightmare, laying belly flat on the stable floor with legs tucked in, all pure beauty and killing power rolled into one - and it dawned on him.

“Your familiar.... The beauty hides its strength, like a fly trap lures in prey only to chomp down on them when they get too close.” There were several such similar plants in the harvest festival that lured in prey with such deceiving tactics. “But, what are you trying to lure?” 

“Nothing, really. I’m just a big old softie willing to kill for those I care about. Not my fault if someone tries to take a bite out of something I'm protecting. The softness is for the ones I care about - and also for me, because it feels really nice - but I also have measures in place to protect what I find soft and beautiful, so that I can continue enjoying it.” Flora leaned back while clutching her toes, admiring the stable around them. Jazz looked too, trying to see it - and her - through new eyes.

Flora was rankless, kind, and shy - but she also had stomped around for days when Soi went missing after dropping out of school during the music festival. She defended her library with great strength, not afraid to kick anybody out who mistreated the space or materials. She defended everything she loved with great fierceness - including her differences. She loved deeply and strongly, and was a force to be reckoned with on the rare occasions she ever got mad.

“...why don't you have a rank?” Jazz asked upon reflection, thinking of everything Flora accumulated to. Soft, yes - but also fierce and strong. Why was she rankless?

“Well, that's because my forms of strength aren't measured by the ranking system, is all. My strength comes from love, and from the power of my mind - not my magic or my muscles. The ranking system doesn't really account for that, so it wouldn't reflect upon me properly.”

Stay tuned for part 2 in which Flora chases Jazz and Spoo around with a fucking bat like a madman!

#avellanahablando #m!lk fic #m!lk #jazz and spoo #m!lk jazz #m!lk spoo #different kinds of strength

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listen i love my moots and the people i follow but sometimes i just wanna scream

HEY STOP REBLOGGING SHIT IM GOING THRU MY DASH RN AND I DONT WANNA CONSTANTLY OPEN A NEW TAB OF THE DASH TO SEE WHAT NEW SHIT U FOUND

#avellanahablando #that would be my min max anxiety right there #thanks capitalism /j

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In an attempt to attract more kalego simps to the m!lk simps discord server, here is a little thing I managed to write from my kalego x oc fic that im calling All Cacti Bloom Flowers. This peice originally came about in congregation with @snippychicke in this post (snippy wrote their own lil oneshot in there too i reccomend checking it out) thru our reblogs. But here it is again, bc I'm currently the only kalego simp in the server

What started out as occasional bafflement at your actions, swiftly yet slowly grew into agitation at the extent of which you make him feel these.... soft feelings. As the guard dog of babalis, a member of the Naberious clan, and an esteemed teacher, he has little to no experience with such things. he didn't know what to do about it all, and lately the effect you have on him has become far too meddlesome. Thats when he decided to confront Balam with this situation.

In addition to holding an interest in the school system at babalis, you had also grown fairly close with Balam - often times meeting up with him to talk about imaginary creatures, evolution, and other shared interests. Thats why Kalego thought he would be the best demon to talk to about this - that and Balam being the least likely to further irritate him with his reaction to the situation at hand like Opera or the other babalis staff would.

Balam let him vent about how troublesome your effect is, how its been affecting his train of thoughts often and frustrates him beyond end. Surely your behaviour was unusual enough to warrant some level of suspicion, and surely Kalego was not the only one being affected by you - if not to the same extent. But while your behaviour is quite unique and has had certain affects on other people, the reality was not as Kalego hoped.

“It appears to me this whole thing is starting to affect your evil cycle,” Balam started once Kalego had finished with the brunt of it.

“Indeed. That’s why I’ve come to you looking for an answer on what to do about it.” He responds, still a bit riled up from talking about it all.

“Well, I think the better question is, outside of the obvious stuff like affecting your evil cycle and train of thoughts, why do these feelings upset you so much?”

This statement Balam had presented Kalego with caught him off guard. The frustration had in fact, functioned as a wall that stopped him from addressing the core of the issue; which was the fact that you made him feel soft - a feeling that immediately triggers a warning light in his strict guard dog brain. The realization left him clutching at his head and finally taking a seat since coming in.

“…having a more soft-natured relationship with someone doesn’t necessarily make a demon weaker. In fact, it could even make one stronger.” Balam said after a while, allowing his friend to process what was currently running thru his brain. “All cacti bloom flowers.”

~~~

Kalego left that night with more thoughts than he bargained for - tho not before running into you. with a stack of papers and books in your arms, you swung around the corner and swiftly stopped yourself just before bumping into Kalego himself, who noticed the way in which you brought yourself to such a quick stop by going up on the balls of your feet and leaning backwards with the grace of a dancer.

“Oh, sorry Kalego. How is your class doing with their new workload so far?” You said, aiming for a conversation revolving around one of your interests (education). But Kalego, having just finished that conversation with Balam, was not ready for an interaction with you.

“Not right now.” He grumbled out, brushing past you.

“oh…sorry” You responded in a soft tone, anxiety starting to form. Kalego is just about always as prickly as a cactus, but your intuition was saying that this was something else; anxiety telling you that you did something wrong. Regardless, you had to give Balam the stack in your hands and thus tried to push it back as you walked into his prep room.

“Hey Balam, Profe Dali asked me to give this stuff to you.” You said, placing it down on the table. As the demon thanked you and began sifting thru the pile, you sat down as the anxiety started flow again.

“…Is something up with Kalego?” You hesitantly asked, fidgeting with the hem of your clothes. Balam looked up from the stack at you questioningly. “I just ran into him on the way here, and my intuition is telling me somethings up is all. I know that, some of the teachers have chosen to avoid telling Robin about the whole Familiar thing, but…. you’d tell me if i did something, right?”

“Well… there are somethings I don’t have the place to tell you about, but I believe that everything will turn out alright, he might just need some time first. try not to worry too much.” Balam says, ruffling your hair with a pat.

~~~

The following Monday school was cut short for a special event. The Three Greats organized a Ball every 5 or so years for the teachers and staff of their respective schools; along with anyone else who had a strong interest in working in the field of education and a recommendation to the field by someone already inside of it. The instructors of Babalis were already dedicated enough to work on improving the school for their students outside of work days, sometimes even late at night, but this Ball was a chance for the 3 different schools to commune amongst each other to discuss, learn, and develop new and different ways to improve their respective schools. Bragging and competitions breaking out was not uncommon due to the nature of demons, but the one thing they could all agree on was their duty to protect and take care of the students as they developed.

It just so happened that this year, you were in attendance as Sullivan has recommended you to the field. Your strong interest in joining the same field of work as him did not surprise Kalego, rather your attendance was a bit startling - alto he should have suspected you might show up, what with the Principals wishy-washy attitude. Your appearance tho, thoroughly surprised him. You were wearing a lilac coloured one shoulder dress, with ruffles and a hair style that made you look like a flower. You looked as soft as a petal. The soft feelings swiftly bubbled up again inside of him as he watched you walk around with Sullivan and Opera - but instead of blocking them off with frustration, this time he allowed himself to feel light and fluffy at your appearance. It felt…. nice, calming. Like pruning one of his cacti.

Since his discussion with Balam, Kalego has decided that you were worth getting closer too. Approaching you with Opera and Sullivan next to you though, was not going to happen; Kalego had other people to converse with anyways, so he could wait.

You spent a lot of time at first sticking close to the two demons who had accompanied you, both out of shyness and feeling insecure about your right to be at such an event even with Sullivan’s recommendation into the field. There was also the issue of someone finding out that you are a human, but your dress covered up enough of where a demons wing roots are located and you had spent a lot of time learning about the netherworld and demon ways; Opera and Sullivan even helped teach you how to formally dance just in case. Eventually you got confident enough to wander past your escorts, talking deeply amongst the demons - and once you had found yourself alone searching for Opera and Sullivan to join back up with them, Kalego approached you. The time was now, and he was ready.

Because while most cacti need specific requirements met, all cacti bloom flowers.

#avellanahablando #kalego #naberius kalego #kalego naberious #kalego naberius x reader #kalego naberius #naberius kalego x reader #naberios kalego

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@jossambird RONNIE NO!!!!!

#avellanahablando

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IT COULD BE A PILLOW GODDAMNIT!!!!!

#avellanahablando #hollow knight #mosscreep #plush #plushie

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im really fucking sick and tired of all the fucking posts i see in the #school #college #education hashtags i follow being spam shit like just a bunch of aesthetic pictures, or school life tips, or today i did x nonesence. I DID NOT FOLLOW THE GENERAL HASHTAGS TO SEE A BUNCH OF STUPID NONSENSE!!! I HAVE A GENUINE PASSION FOR THE EDUCATION SYSTEM AND I DEMAND YOU MOVE YOUR RESPECTIVE JUNK TO THE PROPER FUCKING HASHTAGS!!!!

for fucks sake!!!! i am reporting each and every one of you!!! be more spesific with your fucking hashtags!!!! stop using the general ones if your post is about a spesific vibe!!!

the only good thing is when i see shit like toxic harsh tips that are like push yourself to the breaking point for the sake of capitalism i can reblog that shit and CORRECT IT.

NO, ACTUALLY, YOU SHOULD NOT BE BREAKING YOURSELF FOR THE SAKE OF A CORRUPT FUCKING SYSTEM!!! I WILL ALWAYS CALL OUT YOUR FUCKING BULSHIT!!! AINT NO ROOM FOR THOSE TOXIC BITCHES IN MY HOME!!!

#avellanahablando #school #education #college #FIX YOUR FUCKING HASHTAGS DAMNIT!!! #YOU MOTHERFUCKERS THAT ARE DOING THIS BETTER SEE THIS AND FIX YOUR SHIT!!! #capitalism #toxic motivation

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What would you say is in your mind microwave at the moment? (What are you spinning around and around in your head?)

Well, I just finished my 45min drive to work so rn I'm rlly frustrated with the book on tape I'm listening to. It's called its okay to be angry about capitalism by Bernie sanders, and honestly the first 2 hours was basically just him talking about how successfully his 2020 presidential campaign was considering it was funded purely thru donations. And like, the stuff he's talking about DOES relate and can tie into capitalism, the issue is that he does not tie it all together himself. This makes me very grumpy bc when I see a book written by Bernie sanders telling me it's okay to be upset about capitalism I'm expecting him to explain to me, in clear neatly tied up details, exactly what capitalism is and how it's fucking up America. That is not what is happening in this book. He's just saying a bunch of political facts and I am very disappointed-_-

I wanna just move on to a new book without finishing this one so bad but WHAT IF THE GOOD STUFF IS AT THE VERY END?!?!?! WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU WRITTEN HERE BERNIE?!?!?!?

#avellanahablando #avellanaask #bernie sanders #book on tape

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Imagine kissing kalego and then he just. Poofs away. Bc iruma summoned him (or opera made him or whatever). But he would be so mad about it tho! Especially if it was your first kiss.

(Edit. There's now a m!lk simp discord server for anyone who wants to join!)

#avellanahablando #kalego naberius x reader #kalego naberius #kalego

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my hands are coooooooooooold T^T

#if only a certian demon teacher were able to do something about it *wink wink* #jkjk #unless.... #avellanahablando

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WHY IS HE SO FUCKING HOT THIS EPISODE?!?!?!?!

I am legitimately going to self combust.

The outfit. The snapping. And ofc that signature mischievous knowitall saunter or however the fuck you describe it. You know what I mean. The vibe that used to be a turnoff, but now that he's gone all villian for the sake of good - I am swooning so hard someone get me a damn ambulance!!!!

#avellanahablando #miraculous ladybug spoilers #from the episode Emotions #felix using the peacock miraculous

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I hope yall are prepared. for i have completed the writing of part 1 of a fic that was not supposed to have multiple parts and it will be posted hopefully in less than 2 days time

its jazz getting help with his familiar from my OC who is the librarian, similar to @snippychicke 's fic for the sake of a smile, but its me instead and if i throw in a love interest for her its gonna be kalego!

you might notice a lot of similarities - this is bc eliza and i are best best friends and she knows ALL ABOUT my unwritten fics that i swear one day ill write and we help edit some of eachothers writings so i prommy im not stealing or plagiarizing! we just besties like that :>

#m!lk jazz #m!lk spoo #avellanahablando

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So the whole this with this chapter and kalego being dissatisfied with narnias answer. I've got a major psychological breakdown of it for yall.

Kalego has gone up to Narnia seeking reassurance about his concerns. Narnia has responded the exact same way he did as a child. Kind, reliable, but it feels different. There is no doubt in kalegos mind that narnia is the exact same and yet it feels so different.

In this case the only thing that has changed is kalego himself. Narnias 'reassuring answer' here is the kind of vague you would give to a child who doesnt know enough about the world or how to think for themself to properly benefit from the real answer. The real proper answer that would be given to a fellow adult.

But now kalego IS an adult. Fully capable of thinking for himself and knowledgeable enough to do so. And narnia is still answering his questions as if he were a child. As if he werent so knowledgeable or self capable.

Narnia basically told kalego here to not think for himself. To put all his trust in him, thus making thinking for himself unnecessary. And I find this quite cult like tbh.

Blind obedience, no thoughts of your own, fully reliant on someone else who supposedly doesnt make mistakes.

In my opinion, ones own brain is the most important and powerful tool one can obtain. The ability to think critically. Sort thru a weather of information and discern ones own opinion and come to ones own answer. I'm confident kalego feel similar to me on this matter as a teacher of babalys. And I think this is why it hit him so hard -even if he hasnt peiced all the pieces together yet like I have

#kalego #manga spoilers #avellanahablando