#climbing is my new favourite sport

[lessi-lover]

jealous darling? II l.williamson ~

06 ★ l. williamson

your heart swelled with pride whenever you watched your favourite blonde play, especially in those times when the defender had her best moments. there was a magnetic energy about her on the pitch, she was nothing short of extraordinary on the field, a force to be reckoned with in the world of football. her skills were unparalleled, and her determination was unmatched. with a ball at her feet, she gracefully glided across the grass, making every movement seem effortless, yet incredibly precise.

today, she played exceptionally well, making smart passes and moving up the pitch when needed, showcasing her ability in all areas of the sport. you had always enjoyed watching the game from afar, but seeing her play brought an entirely new level of joy towards the english sport. as the match ended with a 4-1 score, you joined the other family of the players on the pitch to celebrate the win. wearing her number and name proudly on your back, you couldn't help but beam as you spotted her jumping up and down with her teammates. her face lit up upon seeing you, and she climbed over the barrier with a large grin that showed her post-match high.

"you were outstanding, as always, williamson," you complimented her as she reached you. her smile widened at your words, but not before telling you off for the replacement of her favourite name, - babe. feeling like you were sorry enough, she leaned in and smashed her lips against yours for a special celebration kiss. "your into the semi's!" you exclaimed joyously, her excitement visible from head to toe. "and you're wearing my shirt," she responded, clearly delighted at your choice of clothing. you giggled at her energy, her gaze never wavered from you, admiration evident on her features.

she pulled you in close to her arms, voice carrying a sense of intimacy that made your stomach flip. "couldn’t have done it without you my girl," she murmured against your lips, her proud smile never doubtful. 

"it was all you, my love. I just showed up," you chuckled, reaching up to peck her still red and puffy cheeks. "you played so well." "thankyou," she blushed slightly at your praise, grin never fading as she tucked her head tightly into your shoulder. "did you enjoy the game?" she asked, her eyes searching for any sign that you hadn’t had fun. it was her caring nature that made you love her ten times more.

"always. i love watching you play, leah," you replied and her heart swelled at your confession. ”Cmon, let's get out here.” she whispered into your ear, quickly collecting your stuff and making your way out of the stands.

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the celebrations continued for hours after the game, many of the arsenal crew - including you and leah, had organised to have a gathering in a quiet bar you were all familiar with. unfortunately, this resulted in a lot of alcohol being passed around, which meant the majority of the celebrants were teetering on the edge of full-blown drunkenness, something the blonde wasn’t too fond of participating in the middle of a season.

you found yourself heavily engaged in an intense debate on why spitting on the pitch is a complete ick, between the new ‘it couple’ of the arsenal squad - caitlin & katie. “it’s not on purpose, it just happens.” katie defended, her accent somehow even thicker at the unhealthy amount of alcohol she had consumed throughout the night. revelling in the playful banter you were able to create, you added that “it’s not impossible to not do it," and that you had successfully managed to get your stubborn girlfriend to quit it. amidst the laughter and lively conversation, you felt a pair of familiar hands wrap tightly around your hips. 

"leah!" katie greeted her. "have you come to save me from your dreadful girlfriend? I swear all she does is complain." katie joked, jabbing you lightly in the shoulder, which resulted in a glare from you. "she's gorgeous, so watch your mouth miss yellow card." leah retorted, referring to the yellow card the left-winger had received in the game against brighton.

"i'm afraid I have to end your little debate though, sorry girls." katie grabbed caitlin's hand leading them away, but not before brushing passed the blonde, whispering something in her ear. her grip became more and more possessive, as she pulled you even closer into her body. she led you away, pulling you into an empty room, seeking a little bit of quietness, all the loud bar sounds. making it hard for you to hear each other "what's wrong, my love?" you asked, trying to remember what happened during the night, if anything had upset your favourite girl. she held you firmly, arms tightly secured around your waist. "you're mine." she murmured against your neck, her tone possessive yet still loving. "i only want you to celebrate with me.” Her voice carried a subtle pout, eyes fixated on you as though you were her entire world - you were. 

"feeling possessive today, are we?" you teased, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. leah made a dismissive noise, clearly unfazed by your sudden brattiness, - she'd deal with that later. “stupid katie," she muttered, peppering soft kisses on your collarbones. "what did she say to you?" you questioned, intrigued at whatever the blonde would say next. "don’t worry about it, not important," she replied, obviously more engaged in making out with your neck, instead of answering you. snd there it was, clear as day, - jealousy. s newfound trait, which intrigued you to try and see how far the girl would go. "jealous, darling?" you teased, your eyes glinting playfully. “it’s baby to you.” she scolded. amused by her sudden possessiveness, you continued to tease her, your grin unwavering. "perhaps you're just jealous because you've never outplayed katie in the midfield," you said, the smile on your face matching your teasing tone. 

how much could you wind up the blonde you wondered."you're mine, don’t forget it." she responded simply, a hint of a smirk tugging at her lips.

#leah williamson #woso blurbs #woso x reader #arsenal wfc #woso

[holyparadisenightmare]

It had only been a few days since your partner left for their business trip, but you were already going stir crazy. You were spending the whole day tempering your ravenous, insatiable libido. Every inch of you boiled. Toys refused to satisfy.

Climbing into the shower, it was hard not to be turned on just looking at yourself. Your erect nipples, idle playthings for your horny mind. Minutes in and all that work cleaning yourself would be undone. So you'd rinse and repeat.

In your room you found your partner's favourite set of lingerie: a matching set of black, lacey panties and a bra. It had only been a few days since you last wore them, but you could already feel yourself spill out more than usual. What were once large, but perky tits were now heavy hanging breasts that sat snug, snugger than usual, in that delicate fabric.

Nights turned to days as you roamed your house alone. But it wasn't long before your concerns were vindicated. Your breasts had gotten larger. In fact, they continued to grow. Veins pushed their way to the surface as the skin around your tits stretched thinner.

But it wasn't the only thing growing.

You honestly thought it was just bloat. Anxious that a few days of unaccompanied eating and wanking had you gaining weight, your belly surged forward from where you were used to. But after two weeks and the bloat refusing to pass, you knew more was going on.

Throwing on a sports bra, you tried to hide your growing tits and belly. A grey, oversized tracksuit followed over and with a pair of sunglasses the look was complete as you venture out into the world to find some clarity.

You arrived at a pharmacy. The woman at the counter greeted you as you walked in. You smiled politely but bit your lip as you saw her. She was short, a little shorter than you, chunky with a black bob. Thick in all the right ways.

Terrified, you tried to hide your arrousal and your belly.

You smiled back and asked "Can i get a pregnancy test?" your words fell away as your mumble through the last of your sentence.

"I'm sorry, i didn't quite catch that." She said with a smile that said 'i heard you but I want to make you say it out loud.'

Your face was bright red. The woman behind the counter carelessly looking you over like a piece of meat. "A pregnancy test. I need one." You conceed, pointing past her to the display behind the counter.

"Oh, I'm sorry miss." She snarked, reaching back to grab one, "I didn't think someone so far along would needs that."

Your face and pussy burnt. "H-how dare you!" You half moan at her, looking around to see if anyone had heard. You were both alone.

But before you could break into a full tyrade, you looked down at yourself for the first time since you stepped into the store. You had grown since the drive here. And you were huge. The sweat shirt did nothing to hide your size, the front pulled taught by the size of your growing belly.

You cried, "Oh my god!" Before running... well, waddling to the bathroom. You tripped and stumbled as you adjusted to your new centre of gravity. You locked the door behind you and peeled back your slowly shrinking sweat shirt.

You looked full term. 9 months pregnant. Your belly button had popped. Your ass had widened, and your belly grew so naturally from your plump form you wondered how you had ever looked without it.

As you raised your shirt to reveal yourself your hand brushed against your breasts. Its swollen flesh threatened to spill out and over your tight sports bra. You carefully pulled the bra up and over, careful not to put too much pressure on your very sore breasts. Regardless, each nipple slowly trickled beads of milk down your body.

Your pussy craved satisfaction. It ate at you, filling your mind with fog. You were one part petrified, but 9 parts severely turned on. And what little scared you onlu turnes you on more. What if someone caught you?

With a hand you slid up and squeezes one of your engorged breasts. Milk splattered across the mirror. You moaned as you watched your reflection play with herself.

But a knock at the door brought you crashing back to earth. "Ma'am?" The clerk called from behind the door.

"Y-yeah?" Your voice hinted at the pleasure you're so desperate to return to.

"I hate to bother you. But that stall is for paying customers only. And, like I said. I dont think you need this test."

"I can't come out right now." You said back.

"Do you need help?" She asked, genuinely concerned.

You hesitsted for a moment.

"Can you get some oil, some napkins and a clean shirt? I'll pay for them!"

You could hear her voice catch at the strangle request. "O-Okay?"

Eventually she returned. You unlocked the door a crack and let her pass the items through. But in the corner of your eye, in the reflection of the window, you see her face looking back. She saw you, tits, belly and all. Her face turned bright red as she slams the backroom door shut.

Flustered your deslerately scramble to clean yourself up. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." You hurridly cry.

Her voice turned into a long and uncertain "uuuhhhhh" as she tried to find the words to describe how she's feeling. "The ummm. The bathroom is kinda gross. Did yo-did you want to use the staff room?" She finally utters. "Its just me here. Perfectly safe."

You sigh. Tired, hungry and heavy, and in desperste need of being milked, you agree. Slipping the white shirt she gave you on, you couldn't deny it left little to the imagination.

Quickly you open the door and slip awkwardly through the pharmacy. Your belly and tits swinging as you do. The wet stains around your nipples getting larger, revealing your dark areolas underneath. After what felt like an eternity of exposure you cross the threshold and slip into the backroom of the store. The clerk quickly closing in behind.

She pulls up a large office chair and gestures you to sit down. You happil oblige, resting your monsterous belly on your lap and your leaking breasts on your belly. The sigh of relief came involentarily as you thank her.

Her smile turned from carring to ceniving as she locks the door behind her. "Now we're alone, I need you to take that top off."

"E-excuse m-me?"

The pharmacist drops down to her knees and begins kissing your enormous belly. "Big girl, you're going nowhere like this. I heard the noises you made. And i know you think i'm cute. Come on." She says, lifting your struggling shirt and sweezing oil into her hands. "Be a good girl for me."

You couldn't help but yelp at her touch, but something about her stern stare made you melt. Between your partner being gone and your sudden pregnancy, you were keen for something certain. Your body relaxed as she went.

She lifted your shirt off completely and exposed your collosal breasts. Rounded, swolen with milk, yet so large they flopped to either side of your mamoth belly. Pinned beneath it, stuck in this chair, the pharmacist had her way with you.

She dragged a tongue up your belly, around your breasts, lapping up stray milk. She sent shivered down your spine. Thrulls of pleasure followed too as she latched onto your swolen nipple. She sucked. Your nipples, raw and wanting, felt a wash of instant relief as you felt your warm milk release from its prison.

Your stray hand reached low, past your belly, in search of your pussy. You were dripping wet. You dove deep into yourself to lube up your finger and began rubbing your clit. You moaned as the gorgeous woman sucked away at your breasts, still rubbing lotion on your belly.

You quickly fell into the pit of pleasure. Your pace was steady and you begged her to keep going. With your other hand you took hold of your spare and swollen tit and squeezed. A yelp jumped from your lips. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your sprayed milk across the back room.

It wasn't long before the pleasure built to a breaking point. You tried to hunch forward but your belly got in the way. You let go of your tit and gripped the desk beside you as hard as you could as you reach climax.

For the first time in weeks you finally felt satisfied. Panting and sweating you look over at your new friend with a greatful smile. She returns the feeling.

But as you stand to leave your legs give out. Not just regular jelly legs, you look down and realise you've only gotten larger. Your belly stretches out to your knees, and your breasts fall down by your side. You can see them swelling with fresh milk. Your thighs have grown and your fat ass is stuck in the chair.

You look up helplessly at the pharmacist as she kneels down between your legs and vanished behind your belly.

#pregnant #pregnant captions #fpreg #lactating kink #fat belly

[simonrillleyyysss]

do you have any other headcanons for any of the cod boys (ghost, soap, price, gaz) just curious!❤️

༉‧₊˚.GENERAL HC

most of these r taken from my tiktok, so pls don’t expect them to be very fancy :(

;;’GAZ

this guy is a football fanatic! supports manunited with his life(ick) suprisingly good at footie too!!

he’s really good at baking and cooking, his best(and really only) delicacy are his fucking BOMB omelettes. and scones. he’s really good at baking scones.

listens to uk drill and rave, stereotypical roadman, hip hop too

likes turtlenecks but they annoy him

skincare routine! it has almost 10 steps, spends so much on his care items

had/HAS his ear pierced, doesn’t admit it

first job was at a sports direct.

says innit unironically

could be an olympic swimmer

;;’PRICE

carries a worlds best teacher mug aroujd the lunchroom, doesn’t know why or how he got it

he really likes the airplane neck comforter things; the guys buy him some for christmas :)

sandals and socks are his goto summer combo! dresses like a dad ;p

if it’s not him driving, he’ll hang onto the lil handle things and complain they can’t drive

rlly good at making toast??? it’s never burned. always made perfectly.

favourite show is call the midwife (if he’s feeling cheeky, he’ll watch the office)

if you use a vape near him, he’ll loudly declare ‘that’s for wussies!’

listens to nickleback

maths nerd

;;’SOAP

punk teen phase

big rock nerd, likes punkrock and punk pop, sum41,dead kennedys, blink-182,good charlotte etc

lactose intolerant(punishes himself and eats dairy anyways)

had a bowlcut phase as a kid…

really good at linedancing for some reason??

had an eyebrow slit during his edgy phase, suits him

really good at tree climbing! is like a squirrel sometimes lol

often needs floortime, just holds your hand and lays on the carpet; letting you brush his hawk back

scared of golemn from LOTR

his laptop is covered in doggy stickers, will help and let you choose and pick new stickers out to cover the free spaces

love language is quality time, elaboration; he loves being around u, always holding your hand, going shopping?? bring him along! jog?? bring him along!! if HES going somewhere?? go along with him! it makes him feel giddy knowing that he has someone there with him

he really likes spicy food

has a bull terrier dog named setanta

;;’GHOST

checks behind the showercurtain when he goes into a bathroom, very paranoid

he complains that redbull tastes like piss, but will drink it anyways

i think that he has a buzzcut, easy to manage and doesn’t think it makes him look any less appealing, pretty intimidating look

isn’t buff, is athletic but beefy—keeps his weight and just bulks himself out

he’s really good at chess, he’s like young sheldon but for a bunch of figures on a board, very calculated

very superstitious, if you open an umbrella inside the house ur literally getting kicked out or scolded for a while

paranoid AAFFFFF, covers mirrors at night and has to keep his eyes open when he washes his face

has a black cat even though he’s superstitious

gets u socks for christmas.

METALLHEADDD but likes dad music too.cannibal corpse, goregasm, clittorape also oasis,ac/dc, wheatus

gives u a goodluck card for ur birthday with £10 inside :))

doesn’t wear his mask outside of work, he separates his home life and work life, wouldn’t like to bring work issues home

love language is acts of service, need to grab something? he’ll get it, can’t reach the cabinet? sure, he’ll do it. ohh, need ur shirt ironed?? consider it done!

everything for now, was gonna include nsfw but maybe next time 😜

#ghost x reader #soap mactavish x reader #spotify #ghost smut #dilf ghost #john soap mactavish x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost imagine #könig x reader #ghost is babygirl #kyle gaz garrick #gaz cod #kyle garrick #kyle gaz smut #captain price smut #john price #captain price #price smut #price cod

[romerona]

Dragon Breath.

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ɪᴛ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ. ꜰᴏʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴇᴍᴇʀꜱᴏɴ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ, ɪᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴏꜰꜰ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴇᴇᴛ… ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ.

Or

ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ʙᴜᴛ ʟᴀᴄᴋꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ’ꜱ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ.

Harry James Potter x OC

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𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛!

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗?"

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Marauders Alive. Wolfstar. LGBTQ content. Year 3 -- After Hogwarts.

On Wattpad as TessaRyoung.

Masterlist.

   "How is my second favourite Potter doing?"  Fred Weasley called, sliding next to Harry on the sofa in the Gryffindor common room with a familiar look on his face that told Harry too much and too little.

George took the seat on Harry's other side, sporting the same grin and twinkling eyes as his twin. "Not knocking out anyone today, have you?"

"The day's still young, there's still plenty of time," Fred added to his brother's question.

Harry turns his gaze away from the game of exploding Snap game he was playing with Ron, his emerald eyes softly narrowing with suspicion and hesitant mistrust. He has seen that look enough times to know it's usually followed by trouble.

"Sod off, the both of you," Ron scowls at his brothers who didn't pay him any mind, instead they both were grinning at Harry.

"What do you want?" Harry deadpanned. If his suspicions are right then they were probably after his father's map.

George turns towards his twin, inquiring. "Do we want anything, Fred?"

"Other than give our second favourite Potter a heads up? Nothing George," Fred answered his brother, turning his gaze towards Harry whose frowns deepened.

"What are you on about?" Ron asks, looking between his brothers, mirroring Harry's suspicious frown.

The twins shared yet another waggish look much to Harry's and Ron's concern. 

With a hint of exasperation, Harry looks between the red-headed twins and asks. "What is it?"

"Did you know your lovely lady has a fan club?"  

"And it not just you?"

Harry blinks, confused. "What?"

"Emerson," Fred clarifies as if Harry didn't know already who they were speaking of. "She has suitors lining up to her."

Well, that was to expect, isn't it? Harry thought. Love Emerson is walking art, only to be gazed upon, to be admired and loved.

Before he could say anything, George continued adding to his brother's statement. "And we happen to know she has been asked out to Hogsmeade and she said yes."

Harry blinks again. The information processed through his mind, slowly but surely. 'Someone is taking her on a date to Hogsmeade? And it's not me?' He felt his stomach twisting and turning restlessly. He feels off. His chest is painfully tight. Harry has half the mind to get up and demand Madam Pomfrey figure out what is wrong with him because he feels like he's about to have a right fit. This new bomb of information the twins dropped was settling an awful sickening feeling on his bowls that was transitioning to his chest and then his throat, something was climbing out.

At the tight lip, crimson cheeks, and stoic face of his friend, Ron hesitantly asks. "How do you know this?"

George shrugged, turning to his youngest brother. "We heard Ernie Mcmillan boast about it with his friends earlier today."

"Mcmillan?" Harry scoffs, finding his voice whilst jolting from his seat as if the red soft fabric of the sofa was burning his buttocks. "She's going on a date with sodding Ernie Mcmillan?" 

"Apparently so, we heard him say that she was delighted to accept, that she practically jump at the chance to go on a date with him," Fred told him twisting imaginary long hair with a dreamy look on his face, a bit theatrical in Harry's opinion. Truly, he's just repulsed at the thought of her getting swooned by Mcmillan.

Harry snits, his eyebrows scrunching together vexingly. He doubts that's the case because, for one, he has never seen Love and Mcmillan together or interact in any form, not ever. Second, the idea of Love jumping at the opportunity to date Mcmillan is laughable, Mcmillan, the same Hufflepuff boy who was spreading rumours about Harry last year, boasting as if he was such a catch, please,  Love is way out of the Hufflepuff's league, she was way out of everyone league, even his. The idea of Love ever wanting to go on a date with people such as Ernie Mcmillan was simply rubbish.

"How do we know that's true?" Ron asks, voicing a quarter of Harry's thoughts for his head is somewhere else.

Fred shrugged, relaxing down on the sofa, letting his feet take the place Harry was sitting moments ago, "He sounded too excited for it not to be real, he said he is planning on taking her to Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop."

"A tea shop?" Scoffs Ron as if it was a comical idea to visit a tea shop in Hogsmeade.

"Not just any tea shop, ickle Ronnikins," George sat down next to his twin, he had a small grin. His eyes slither from his younger brother to Harry, "Puddifoot's Tea Shop is a place where couples usually go to where they serve you tea with cute little cakes to share with your partner. Quite a romantic atmosphere for a first day, that is." 

"I need to go," Harry mumbled to Ron after feeling his insides twisting once again. Once there he opened his trunk and pulled out the famous Marauders Map, hardly listening to Seamus and Dean's greetings, the two other boys he share a dormitory with. He grabbed the map and sat on his bed, closing the blinds for privacy.

"I solemnly swear I am up to no good," Harry whispers, tapping his wand on the parchment.

Soon, the blank pages began to reveal themselves as what they really were. Harry swiftly opened it and began his search for the one girl he typically looks for when using the Map,-- not that he did it often, not at all if anything he hardly uses the map that's why he let Fred and George borrow it but... and sure when he does use it he may try to spot her on it but just out of curiosity, this time, however, he needed to find her because he needed to speak to her about Ernie, give his knowingly unasked opinion about him and how she is way too good for the likes of him– it took Harry a few seconds but he found her, she was in her common room, the feet next to hers where Padma Patil and Emmanuel Salazar.

Perfect.

Harry went to move out of his bed but stopped dead in his tracks, reality snapping into place, and all the memories coming back like a slap to the face. How is he supposed to do that? How is he supposed to go to the Ravenclaw tower, call her and say all those things when he hasn't even apologised for knocking her out? What would she think of him if he did? What does she think about him now?

Harry sighed, slumping on back his bed, the feeling in his chest was still very much present. He looks back at the map, watching her feet move from the common room to the dormitories, thinking back to the way she smiled at him moments before the catastrophe... Merlin knew those were about one of the best moments in his young life but regardless of what he felt, of what he knows about Love, he is not entitled to dictate who she can go out with, no matter how much it bothers him not to mention that If he did think to do something like that, his mother, who since little had thought him to respect women, would be beyond disappointed with him, his life is too difficult right now to add maternal disappointment to the list.

Harry placed his arm over his eyes when his mind forced him to relieve that mortifying moment yet again and grumbled to himself in defeat and resignation when suddenly, he heard Dean exclaim in disdain.

"Bloody hell, Seamus, when was the last time you brush your teeth, mate?"

His voice sounded nasal, not his usual tone but rather as if he was plugging his nose.

"Oh, me Mam send me some dragon tartare, her speciality, quite good but leaves you reeking for hours, they do," Seamus told Dean, and after a moment he asked. "Want one?"

"Not particularly feeling like eating one, no," 

"If you change your mind, I'll leave them on my trunk"

"Won't they go bad?"

"Only after two months or so, dragon meat doesn't rot quickly,"

His mother may have thought him not to disrespect women but his father also thought him a few things too one of which was always to speak your mind, perhaps he doesn't need to say anything to Love to get her to understand Ernie Mcmillan isn't right for her in any type of way, he could simply show her...

"Hey, Seamus," Harry opened his curtains making the two boys snap their heads his way, "You reckon I can have one?"

🤍

"I still can't believe you chose sodding Mcmillan over us," Emmanuel huffs lowly under his breath, but due to Love's closeness she still heard him clear as a summer day, and even if she hadn't, Love already has an idea what he could have been mumbling about. 

"Well, believe it, she ditches us for a man," Padma made a noise from the back of her throat, making a few fellows Ravenclaws send her a weird look, "A man, of all things,"

Let's just say her friends didn't enjoy her sudden change of plans and they made it known, even now, as they walk to the entrance to meet the rest of the third years to go to Hogsmeade.

Love purses her lips, sending her a pleading look, she didn't enjoy making her friends feel pushed aside like that, "Don't be like that, I promise we can go back to Hogsmeade tomorrow and hang out."

"You see Love, I don't know if I should believe you, because you also promise to go with us today but here we are..." Padma sends her a soft glare, crossing her arms a bit too dramatically.

"Padma–" Love groans but was cut off by Emma.

"Not to mention we had plans, to meet places and shops and sodding hunted shacks but if we go tomorrow it won't be the same," The boy huffs, his eyes refusing on meeting Love's, he kept his glare straight ahead.

"I said it once and I'll say it again. The disrespect is outstanding." Padma pronounces every single syllable of that word.

"I'm sorry, okay," Love huffs exasperatedly, halting on her steps. She looked between Padma and Emma with a frown as they force to stop as well, Emanuel's glare was still not meeting her eyes whilst Padma had a very narrow eye look directed towards her. "I am sorry, it was not on my plans to get asked out but it happened and I– I can't change that now, not when we are literally about to arrive at the entrance,"

She sighs, Love felt guilty, she hated breaking promises like that and letting her friends down but what's done it's done and the guilt mixed with the ever-growing anxiety she was feeling at the moment was making her feel physically sick but, despite it all, despite how she at first dreaded the thought... "This is my first date, and I wish to enjoy it," she looked between them again, "And I also wish my friends felt a little excited for me, even if it is not the most ideal time,"

There was a moment of silence, and people continue to walk around them, some throwing odd looks, others not even glancing at them, Love would have felt a bit embarrassed had she cared for their opinion more than solving her current problem with her friends but she didn't. She waited as the seconds of dire silence draw out until Padma sighed and step towards Love, she sends her a small guilty smile vanishing a bit of the tension that was drowning Love.

"I do feel a little hurt but I was just being a bit dramatic, I'm sorry," 

Love smiled back at her as Padma threw an arm around her shoulders giving her a comforting squeeze and before she could say anything back to her best friend, Emmanuel grabbed her attention.

"You are right," He pursed his lips, and crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at his dirty black Converse. "It is definitely not an ideal time to go on a date."

"Emma," Padma hissed, slapping his arm.

He rolled his eyes and then his brown eyes finally gaze up to meet hers, "But I guess, once your date is over, we can go back tomorrow, after all, it's not the place but the company that makes things better, right?"

Love's smile widen as she jumped forward and enveloped him in a tight hug. "I knew you could forgive me," She smack a kiss on his cheek.

Emmanuel groaned but Love could hear a few low chuckles as he weakly tried to get her off of him. "Barely, so don't let it happen again, now get off me, you sod."

When she finally did, Padma intertwined her arms with Emma and then Love, before continuing their walk to the entrance.

"And I can't wait for the insight after the date, because you have to tell us everything and I mean every single detail, Love," Padma said, squeezing her arm a bit.

Emmanuel made a disgusted face, "I mean you can omit a few details if you know what I mean,"

"Absolutely not, those are the most important ones,"

"No, they are not,"

Padma sighs tiredly, shaking her head. "Emma, just because you have no understanding of romance doesn't mean I ought to be deprived of them,"

"You are not the one going on a date, Padma," Emma's unamused stare turns into faux confusion when he turns to his friend, "You know that right?"

"Even better, mama loves some hot gossip," she wiggles her shoulders.

Love chuckled, she felt a gorilla-like weight being lifted from her shoulders as her friends continue to banter, but no matter how relief she is that everything is back to normal with her friends, a new heavy weight settled in like it was just waiting for the moment to pound on her. The guilt was gone but the anxiety not only took its place, it doubled down. And love could recognise it, it was the anxiety she had been ignoring for the past few days. It came back to be acknowledged and she has no choice but to listen.

Oh, god!! This was her first date. Love feels her stomach twist in itself.

She heard it before she saw it, the entrance hall was erupting with students from every house, most of them being third years, they were chatting among themselves, they were loud and raucous. The excitement of the students could be palpable as she, Emmanuel and Padma walk down the marble stairs, ignoring Filch, the caretaker, who was standing inside the front doors, peered with obnoxious suspicion into their faces before checking off their names against a long list. How did he know who they were was a mystery to her but he did.

Love gulped as she stared at the many faces, she bit her lower lip, unconsciously tightening her hold on Padma's arm.

"Hey, Love,"

She turns to her friend. Padma was grinning down at her, she let go of Emma and turn to face Love fully, she grabbed her shoulders and shook her a little, her bangles clanging, "Shake off that nervousness, you're just wasting mental energy because there's nothing to be nervous about, okay?"

Love lets out a breath, her eyes meeting Padma's calm brown making her relax even just a little but certainly not enough to actually make her chest feel less tight.

"You are freaking Love Aurelia Emerson, get that through your thick skull, there's nothing to worry about,"

"I know..."

"No, you don't,"

"Yes, I do,"

Padma pointed one finger at her head, right in front of her eyes. "You have that look on your face, doesn't she Emma?"

"She does," Emma answered, who had been watching with knowing eyes, before turning to face her, "You do,"

"What look?" Love grabs Padma's finger moving it away as she looks between them.

"That face that you make before starting to catastrophize,"

Love scoffs, forcing a frown on her brows, "I do not catastrophize,"

"You do," Padma and Emmanuel answer in unison.

It seems that the only time they get along is either with Quidditch or when mugging her off. Love shakes her head."Unbelievable,"

"Love," A familiar yet unfamiliar voice called. "There you are,"

All that anxiety she had forgotten when talking to her friends return like a wave to the shore. Love turn from Padma and Emmanuel to face Ernie, he looked nice, his blonde hair combed back, Love thought he was rather cute in his brown trousers and canary yellow vest over his white shirt, he has a nice smile but it was a bit too tense, Love notice, and immediately, she couldn't help but to think back at all her choices before that moment.

"Ernie, hi," Love tried her best for her smile to come out as naturally as possible. "You look very nice,"

Ernie looked down at his clothes. "Ah, thank you, I wasn't sure about the shoes but they are rather comfortable, and I heard we are going to have to do a wee bit of walking,"

"They are nice," Love glances down at the brown shoes. She didn't voice it but his shoes reminded her of the shoes her abuelito wear to church every Sunday.

There was a moment of awkward silence. Love wasn't one of those people to expect compliments from people but she had to say she was very disappointed when instead of nice words about her outfit that she had spent hours working on, cursing Hogwarts for not having phones and keeping her from calling her sister for help, making a mess out of her room, came;

"Ah, and I believe you know Justin Finch-Fletchley," He looked to his side where the other Hufflepuff boy was uncomfortably standing, Love hadn't noticed him until now.

"Not personally but I heard of him," Love smile at the boy who smile back, and he pushed his hand out for her to shake.

Justin nodded in acknowledgement. "As I have heard of you,"

"Good things, I hope." Love chuckles playfully, using that same line she had heard people use in films.

"Well, my father works for your mum's company," Justin told her, making Love look at him in surprise. "He has worked there for years, almost twenty years, I believe,"

"Oh, he must be a great employee if he's been there that long," Love said with a pleasant smile, not knowing what else to say to Justin's sudden information. She glance at Ernie and he had a confused frown on his face, and instead of explaining she turn to her friends who had been watching it all in silence. She caught both of their eyes, there was a look they all shared. 'This is awkward' "And these are my friends,"

"Padma Patil," Padma stick her hand out with a flirty grin. Both boys shook it, Justin turning a bit pink when she winks at him when he let go of her hand before pushing Emma a bit forward, "And this is Emmanuel Salazar,"

Emma gave them a tight smile before returning his face to neutral.

"Salazar you say?" Ernie shared a look with Justin, though, Love couldn't unravel the meaning behind it.

"You couldn't possibly–"

Emmanuel huffs hotly, "No, no relations."

"Right, it's just that–"

"Alright, everyone, be silence," McGonagall's voice echoes through the hall, making everyone cease their chattering. "Now remember, these visits to Hogsmeade village are a privilege, should your behaviour reflects poorly on the school in any way that privilege shall not be extended again."

The old professor glances down at them from the top of the marble stairs, her intense gaze seemed to be scrutinising every single one of them as if to spot the ones who were most definitely going to cause trouble.

"Oh, come on, come on, let's go already," Padma impatiently groaned only for the one near her to listen.

"The carriages will be available all day until five, if you arrive after that you shall get detention. Shall you need any assistance, look for your house prefects or head boy and head girl, they are instructed to assist you with whatever you need throughout the day. Now without further delaying, let us enjoy the day,"

"Finally,"

There was a buzz emanating from everyone as the words left McGonagall's mouth and they all made their way to the awaiting carriages, the same old carriages they use when travelling to the station to the school.

"Eager for another running with a dementor, Potter?" Draco's mocking voice made her unwillingly snap her head to the side. There he was, cackling with Crabbe and Goyle as the two massive boys pretended to pass out for Draco's amusement, the only other third-year Slytherin laughing was Pansy Parkinson, the others were more preoccupied with finding a carriage.

Love couldn't help but purse her lips to keep her displeasure for him buried deep in her mind.

The thing about Draco Malfoy was that he's just like a snake, meaning that when feeling threatened he's bound to attack. He attacks and then he thinks of the consequences once the venom has spread upon its victim. Draco has lived a life where most people in it had to agree with him, but also be agreeable to be accepted in his society. To be admired by those around him and never look down upon like those other 'traitors' as he was thought to call them. He was surrounded by people who positively live by that day by day like his father, Lucius, he was the man Draco aspires to be. Why would he possibly be different when people like his father and those he surrounded himself with have all that power and money he was thought to be so important? There was a time he thought most people if given a choice would choose a life like his, however, Draco came to the shock that the life that he lived was not suited for Hogwarts, where he encountered people who think differently than he does, people that look down upon his views and him. When he got to Hogwarts he got a glimpse at a world where money and power could only take him so far and he struggles to understand that.

So, of course, Draco can't seem to comprehend why Love isn't on his side, and while all she did was try to make him see reason, all Draco saw was her pillorying him and that was simply unacceptable to him so he attacked but, regardless of how hurtful he was, here she is, stubbornly waiting for him to come up to her and make up a half-apology because each time something like this happens, which was more often than she would willingly admit, all she sees is a reaction of years of habit and she couldn't blame him for the way he was raised. La cabra siempre tira al monte. Old habits die hard. Draco is her friend, despite it all and she firmly believes he has the capacity for growth so she won't give up on that hope yet, not for a small mistake like this.

"Shall we all take one together?" Asked Justin, as they arrived at the carriages.

Padam chuckles, sending him a look over her shoulder, "Want to spend more time with me, eh?"

Justin's cheeks once again turn crimson, "I- well,- It's - "

"If we are sharing I suggest we take that carriage before anyone else does," Emmanuel said pointing at the last carriage which thankfully and conveniently was near to them.

"Shifted, people," Padma grabbed Love's and Emma's hands and sped walk to the carriage, forcing the two Hufflepuff to scramble after them and into the smelly wagon.

"I'm proper excited to see Hogsmeade, aren't you?" Padma asks, looking between the boys.

"How couldn't we?" Justin responded amicably, his smile widening as the carriage began to move. "We have heard so much about Hogsmeade from older students, I can hardly wait." 

"What are you most excited to visit?" Padma asks.

"Well, I haven't thought about it, I suppose Honeydukes would be a great choice to start with, would it?" 

Ernie had a grin on his face, his gaze slithering to Love, he lean forward and whisper. "I'm the most excited to spend it with you,"

Love can't stop the chuckles that left her, feeling her face heat up. His flattery however was not working on easing up her nerves.

"Oh yes, I have a mental list of what I want to get starting with chocolate frogs, obviously..." Padma's voice trails off as a wave of coldness washes over all of them. Love saw a shadow figure pass right by them through the small window as the carriage cross the gates of the school the closes place to the school where the Dementors were allowed to be.

Love unintentionally shudders at their presence. The dread took hold of her for a short moment before it went away.

"For Helga's grace!! How awful those things are," Ernie breathes out, trying to shake off the aftereffects of the creatures.

"Truly, I still can't believe they let them near Hogwarts." Padma huffs, shaking her head. "Anyways, where was I- uh..."

"Chocolate frogs." Emmanuel mumbles, crossing his arms and looking out the window.

"Right, I want chocolate frogs, nougats, sugar quills...."

The last of the ride went by quickly, Padma doing most of the talking, she was telling them a very detailed list of what she wanted to get from the sweet shop, Emma continue to stare at the window quietly, Love adding to Padma's rant a few times, and the two Hufflepuff boys speaking every once in a while.

When the carriage stops they all but jump out of it. Ernie, like a gentleman, tried to give Love his hand to help her out but before she could, Emmanuel pushed her out mumbling about the carriage odour but Love knew better, he was just really excited to be in Hogsmeade and did not has the patience for Ernie's attempts of wooing and if Love was being honest, she didn't either, at least not at the moment.

"This is so cool," Padma said as she took in the wizarding village like the rest of them and Love couldn't agree more, everywhere she looked from the cottages to the colourful shops to the mass of students walking about excitedly was nothing short but wonderful. This is exactly how she imagine how an all-wizard was supposed to look, straight out of a tale.

But that view was changed when a hand was lifted in front of her, "Shall we?"

Love glanced at the hand and smile up at Ernie, once again being filled with nerves, she place her hand on his, hoping it wasn't clammy and nodded. "We shall," She turns to Emma and Padma both already looking at her, not even being a little discreet. Love sent them a more genuine smile, "I'll see you two later,"

Emma nodded, sending her a small reassuring smile. "Be careful."

"Of course, you go enjoy yourself," Padma chuckles, winking at her before turning to Ernie less friendly, she pointed a finger at him, "You better make sure she has a great day, Ernie, or else I'll hit you with a brick, a heavy one too."

"Right," Ernie chuckles awkwardly, he glances at Justin who nodded as if saying 'see you later,'  he clears his throat before looking down at Love, "Let's go,"

And with that they were off into the village, walking through the cobble busy street, hand in hand.

"So, where do you want to go first?" Love asks, her eyes trailing over the several shops, glazing at the things in the windows for only a brief moment for Ernie kept a steady pace, never stopping. He seemed to be looking for something. "Oh, is that Zonkos? Why don't we–"

"I actually planned for us to do a few things, I hope you don't mind," He told her, glancing at her with a small apologetic smile. 

"Oh, n-no, not at all, it's fine," Love smile back at him. She was rather surprised he had plans for them, she thought they would just hang out and explore, go into a few shops, and perhaps have lunch... she felt just a little disappointed and wished he had talked to her about it first but it's okay, it was a thoughtful action from his part, Ernie took time to plan the date and Love didn't want to ruin it.

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Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop was lovely. It was a small yet cosy tea shop, the decoration was rather amusing in Love's opinion, the tinkle of the bell when they walked in, the bows that went from side to side along the shop, the pink colour of the walls... 

"Lovely place, isn't it?" Ernie spoke taking her attention from the china sugar bowls.

"Yeah, kind of cute, the pink certainly sets the mood," Love chuckles, glancing at the kissing couple sitting next to them. It was no secret why Ernie chose Madam Puddifoot's Shop for their first date.

Ernie went pink, he clears his throat, looking down at his lacy napkins. "It is a bit crowdy, thought, but if you like it then I'll endure it,"

Love faked out a chuckle. She felt like Ernie was making it seem like he was here just for her, making her feel a bit guilty but he could have worded it wrong, after all, it was him who planned the date, if he didn't want to be here he wouldn't have come, right?

She clear her throat, deciding to just ignore her thought and indulge in the excitement of the first date. "So, is your owl back yet? Uh- what was her name? I don't think you told me. "

"Her name is Aella, greek for Whirlwind and yes, she's very fast as I've told you, she's one of the best breeds of owls there is," His eyes shinned with pride like they did the last the sake of his owl.

"She seems like a wonderful owl,"

"She is... and what about your– err–."

Love smiles thinking back at her beloved pet, "I have a toad, his name's Hoppy, well, actually is Hopper Hoopalong Lollihops but we all call him Hoppy,"

"Your pet is a toad?" Ernie looked rather surprised.

"Yes. Why?" Love chuckles confused, not understanding why that was so surprising, plenty of students own toads.

"Nothing, it's just that I imagine you with something more..." Ernie waves his hand trying to come up with the word. "Gentler like a cat or perhaps even a rat,"

"Toads can be gentle, Hoppy is ever a gentleman." Love shrugs with a grin.

Ernie scoffs, crossing his arms, "What kind of toad is he?"

"Kind?" Love asks, confused.

"Breed, what is his breed?"

"I... don't know, I just picked the one I liked,"

"Why?" Ernie shook his head, with a frown. "Don't you know when choosing a pet the breed of it it's important?"

Love huffs out a laugh, not taking him seriously. "What?"

"Yes, the breed can tell you a lot about their behaviour and how to take care of them mean, when I chose to get an owl as a pet I would have never chosen one just because they are pretty, I mean yes, I suppose appearance is important but they are not people to care about their beauty and dare I say that—"

Ernie went on a rant about why the breed is important, he wasn't just taking a piss, he went on and on about why choosing the best breed can be beneficial for oneself and what not, if she didn't know better she would have thought Ernie could have been one of those purebloods who glorify their pedigree. The topic of conversation went from owls to the Fwooper, which was okay if he had let her get to give her opinion about the bright magical birds, instead, he went on to explain what they were, probably thinking she didn't know about them. At one point in his rant, Love excuse herself to the toilet. 

The loo was just as she imagine, decorated with bows, two vanity tables with all a girl could need, and pink walls with just two stalls, one of which was occupated. Love didn't need to go to the loo, she just needed a moment to herself. 

The date was going well, Ernie's sweet and sure, maybe it was a little boring but it could be worst. Love looked at herself in the mirror, tilting her head down at her clothes wishing she could have called Kiara, maybe Ernie would have said something about it if she had her sister's help, then her gaze travelled to her hair, did she brush her hair nicely? She did try her best to give it a bit of shape, though with hairpins she somehow manage to style it like those girls from the magazines.

"Shit. Shit. Shit."

Love frowns as she heard the girl from inside the stall, looking at the closed pink wooden door through the mirror.

"Fuck my life."

"Hello?" Love turns to face the door, "Are you all right?"

"Aye, mind your soddin' business, will ya?" The girl curses her off, her tone harsh as they come.

Love backs away from the door, a bit offended. "Right. Sorry, just wanted to help,"

"I ain't ask for it, innit?"

"You're right, my mistake," Love huffs, rolling her eyes, she went back to gaze herself in the mirror. People can be so damn rude for no reason.

Half satisfied with how she looked, Love turn to leave but just as she turned the door opened and the mysterious rude girl came out of it. Her brown eyes were narrow when her eyes settle on Love making her already sour face look grimmer.

"What the fuck are ya looking at?" She all but barked at her.

Love purses her lips, it will probably be unwise to say anything as the girl looked older than she is, maybe a fifth year, her feature are certainly mature, the slope of her nose and high cheekbones... she had a rough edge of her look but she was rather pretty, Love would have complemented her black curly hair as it was put on a nice bum but the girl made it known she didn't appreciate her voice or opinions.

"I was just leaving," Love mumbled, as she finally turn around to leave the girl came out of the stall Love caught the sight of red on the girls white pants making her halt on her steps. It had to be what she thought it was.

"Oh, my days, ya wee shit," The girl turn to set her hard glare on her, and she took a few threatening steps towards her. "If ya continue to look at me, I will hex ya fuckin–"

"You have a stain," Love told the girl, she pointed at her pants.

The girl rolled her eyes so hard Love thought they would get stuck. "I know ya little fuck, now leave me alone, my day is already ruined, I ain't want to get expelled for cursin' a fuckin third year."

Love purses her lips in indignation, and with a huff she turned and left, cursing the girl in her head all she wanted to do was to help her but Love will leave her to do as she wants, she will leave her no matter if she... if she clearly needs her help,  Love only made it two steps out before she stubbornly turn back into the toilets. The girl had a deep frown on her face while she was holding her wand near the red stain looking at it through the mirror and trying to straighten herself when Love barge back in but she caught all of that.

The girl groans loudly, looking at the heavens. "Ya little–"

"Did you try a spell on it?" Love asks, motioning to the stain.

"It's not any of ya fuckin business," The girl snapped, pointing her wand at her.

Love, feeling a little frightened but hiding it well, took off her cardigan and hold it out for the girl to take. "Here. If the spell doesn't work you can use it to cover it."

"I ain't wearin' ya ugly jumper." The girl glare at her and the piece of clothing in her hand, however, there was more than just anger behind that glare, one Love could identify as confusion.

Love sighs, she moves to place the cardigan on top of the vanity table."It's just an option in case your spell isn't working, if you don't want to don't wear it."

"Why do ya care if I leave this bathroom with a stain on my flippin' pants," The girl hadn't dropped her glare but it did soften a tiny bit.

"Because I've been taught to help when needed," Love glanced at her before she once again made her way to the door, "And I am also a girl who looks out for other girls."

With that, she went back to her table, where the tea and food seems to have arrived. Ernie and she ordered something to share, a big plate with small cakes and pastries, she couldn't wait to try them... and it seems Ernie couldn't either for when she sat back down in front of him, he seems to be halfway through the plate.

"What took so long?" Ernie asks, drinking from his teacup after swallowing whatever cake was in his mouth.

Love glanced from the plate to him, the frown easing into a reluctant smile, "Oh, there was a queue for the toilet."

Ernie hums accepting the answer, he motions her cup of tea which she notices was full, "I served your tea, ginger, right?"

"Yes, thank you," Love took a sip of it, relishing how good it tasted, it's been a while since she drank ginger tea. She grabbed a pasty as Ernie went for the meaty small ball, "Are they good?"

Ernie nodded, shoving the small ball in his mouth, "Yes, there was this really good eclair, and the spinach patty, to die for."

"They do sound rather good, I've tried a few eclairs before and I have to say that no matter what they are always good," Love told him, taking a bite out of her cheesy pasty.

Suddenly the boy coughed, he hit his chest before taking a sip of his tea, making Love frown in worry, she leans forward. "Are you all right, Ernie?"

He swallowed the last of his tea and nodded, he smiles as he turns to face her, "I'm all right, Love, but I'm touched by your concern."

When the scent hit her nose, Love recoils to the back of her chair. What was that? Because holy shit.

"What?" Ernie asks, a frown forming on his face as he watches her actions.

Love opened her mouth to answer but words just don't seem to form as another round of stinkiness made its way to her nose. It didn't take a lot to know that it was Ernie's stink. How is she to tell him that his mouth smelled like something died in it and was rotting?

He asks again, leaning forward to whisper. "What is it, Love? Are you okay?"

Oh, God.

"Mhmm, yes all good," Love held her breath, leaning back into her chair as much as she could trying to look as subtle as possible.

"Are you positive?"

Love nodded, taking a large gulp of her tea, before exhaling on the cup and inhaling back again. The air wasn't clean in the cup but at least it didn't smell like... well, like Ernie. How did she not notice he smelled like that before? She had been in close proximity to him, there was no way she wouldn't have noticed it then so what change? When she looked up at Ernie once again, he was happily munchkin on the last of the pasties on the plate. At this point she didn't really care he ate all of them, her appetite was gone anyways.

"So, Justin said his father works for your mum," He swallowed the cake, looking at her he continue, "How's that?"

"Uh... well, my mum, she owns a company back in the muggle world," Love needed to exhale, she was practically choking. She took hold of her almost empty cup, swallowed what was left and exhaled as silently as she could before taking another long inhale.

"She does? Whoa, that's rather impressive, what is it about?"

"Energy," Love was slapped with another whiff of repugnant odour. It seems that even not breathing wasn't enough to escape what death probably smells like. "Jesus Bendito."

"What was that?" Ernie asks, puzzlement written on his face.

"I was just– I want to walk around for a bit, you know, look around the village," Love tells him, hoping that he agrees to leave so she could be in the open air.

Ernie frowns at her before looking around at the couples,  Love did the same however she couldn't really stare too long because most of them were snogging each other off, surprisingly she caught sight of the loo girl, setting in front of a handsome boy and wrapped around her waist was her cardigan and a smile on her face. If someone was going to have a pleasant rest of the day, it clearly wasn't Love. So she's glad she helps someone else to have one.

"Oh, well, if you wish but I thought we...uh could have gotten to know each other a bit better, without distractions and all," Ernie turned pink as he set his gaze on the teacup in his hands, and Love was sure she was matching his colour, maybe she was even sporting a tinge of purple in her cheeks, y'know, for the lack of air.

"Oh, come on Ernie, let's be adventurous," Love tried her best to smile as if she wasn't two seconds away from falling unconscious yet again this year. Now wouldn't that be embarrassing?

Ernie gaze at her for a moment before nodding, and getting up from his chair, "I'll go pay, you can wait outside if you–"

"Yes, I'll wait outside," In all but seconds, Love grabbed her bag and was out the door.

Love wheezes as she exhales, before inhaling again. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. She places her hands on her knees as she continues to take heavy breaths. This is the closes she has come to dying, Jesus knows that not even her brother's farts smell that bad and that is saying a lot.

Straightening up and leaning back into a wall, Love started to think, what happened? It surely had to be something he ate but what? Was it one of the pasties? No, obviously not, if Madam Puddifoot's sell something that made her customers' breath stank of all that's evil on this planet then she would be out of business in a month, hell, Love gives it a week before it shuts down. Because who in their right mind would sell something like that, the only other option was that it had to be a prank, someone was pranking Ernie, the poor boy, but why though? Ernie is well-liked, isn't he? She knows he's a bit popular among his peers, he's never been libellous against those who aren't from his house, at least not that knows of. Ernie's a good student, a good person, so why would anyone do this to him... or maybe it's not Ernie the prank it's directed at, maybe it's at her? Oh, Rowena what if it is her who the culprits wanted to prank? But why? What had she done? No, she hadn't done anything wrong. Maybe it's a prank from Ernie and his friends, like a dare of some sort? They dare him to ask her out and see how much she could handle of this new form of deathly torture. Ernie wouldn't do that, would he? He's nice... but then again what if all she knows about him is a lie. What if it is a dare and as soon as they part ways he'll go straight to his friends and laugh because she literally almost dies to avoid telling him he stinks and then the whole school is going to know and it's gouging to be her. That would be so humiliating. Stinky is going to be her new nickname, everyone will call her that... Love's stomach dropped, Professor Lupin will probably hear about it too, he'll think she stinks. She feels faint. Oh, Love needs to throw up. All those plans she made for becoming Mrs Lupin, all to the garbage, he'll never want to marry someone with the nickname of stinky.She's going to be single for the rest of her life. No one would want her. No one. She's going to be alone for the rest of her life. Not even Padma and Emmanuel. Oh, her best friends, she's going to be dragged down with her. Oh no no no. She couldn't do that to her friends but she knows they'll never leave her alone. She'll have to leave Hogwarts to protect them. They know where she lives so she can't even go to her family because they'll follow her there. She'll get a job somewhere to live away.... But Is she even going to get a job? Love knows how quickly rumours spread in the wizarding world. Who would hire someone whose nickname is Stinky? No one that's who. She'll be poor and with no place to live. She'll end up living in the mountains, alone and— 

"Love!!"

Her head snapped to the side where Ernie is looking at her worriedly.

"Are you all right? I called you like five times?"

She felt like she wanted to cry as another death-scented breath of air made its way into her nose. Merlin, she just can't tell him and she can't be the bitch that ends the date right after he paid for tea and cake but she can't spend another minute near him.

Love bottles her small thoughts up and smiles at him, "Yes, I'm good, now let's go,"

"Where do you want to–"

She, grudgingly, grabbed his hand and was practically speed walking, going from one store to another, only staying for a few minutes to see the basics and get the gist of what the store sells before moving to the next. Ernie tried to keep up with her, speaking to her whenever she slowed down, Love gave him a few short answers, always making sure to not sound rude but still being quick with her words before they speed walk to the next store.  

"Why don't we slow down a bit?" Ernie asks as they left Ceridwen's Cauldrons, pulling Love back by her hand forcing him to stop.

Love holds her breath and grins playfully, or at least she hopes that's the vibe she's giving on, "Because, silly Ernie we should walk to... get in shape, y'know, for all those calories from the cakes and pastries we ate."

"But–"

"Oh, is that a grocery shop for plants? How interesting." She pulled him back into walking, heading to The Magic Neep.

Sooner rather than later, they are done visiting most of the shops in Hogsmeade and inside the carriages. She'll never call them smelly again. Love stares out the window at the village thinking back to the stores she visited, the one they took a bit of time was Honeydukes, where they parted ways for a moment much to Love's relief, to get their sweets, Love bought two chocolate frogs and a single sugar quill, she would have probably gotten more things but Ernie insisted on paying and she didn't felt comfortable spending money that wasn't hers and two she wasn't in the right state of mind at the moment. And they also took time when they visited the post office, where they encountered hundreds of owls Ernie wouldn't stop speaking about Aella, pointing out that the breed of birds they use for the fastest owl which was colour-coded red, was the same breed as her but of course, his was faster. That was the third time in the day were Love was close to passing out. But Merlin did that boy adores his owl.

Thankfully, they had to share the carriage with some older students, two girls, (who didn't care much about them and talked all the way to the castle about one of the girl's boyfriends, he wanted to live with her after graduation but the girl wants to break up with him as soon because she started to fancy his friend who apparently fancies her back but not before her birthday because her boyfriend said he was going to buy her some pearl earrings) Geez, now that is very messed up. The two older girls' chat served as a distraction for both her and Ernie since neither of them talk and only bestow themselves into listening to the gossip. It wasn't until they were at the marble stairs that Love spoke.

"This has been nice," Love send him a smile, one that she wasn't sure was genuine as she knows now is the time she has to once again hold her breath.

Ernie nodded, smiling down at her, "It has, I really enjoy spending Hogsmaedes with you, Love."

"You were pretty great too," Love waves a dismissive hand.

"You really think so?" Ernie took a step closer.

No, please no. Step back.

Love nods, humming with a tight smile on her face. "Mhm, yeah, of course, anyways, Ernie, I really need to go because—"

"What? Now?" Ernie took another step closer and grabbed her hands in his, peering down at her, with big blue eyes. Step back, please. "Why? Let me walk you to your common room."

"Now that wouldn't be wise, would it?" Love took a step back, setting her hands free from the boy's hold. "Why go all the way up to the Ravenclaw tower when your common room is practically just around the corner?"

"Is what a gentleman does,"

"Ah, don't worry Ernie, I don't need a gentleman," Love chuckles, taking another step back, practically halfway into the castle.

"But–"

"I need to pee, Ernie!" Love almost shouted for the whole students to hear, but she was desperate to get away and in desperate times, desperate measures. "And I really need to go right now,"

Ernie blinks, his face turning red once again, Love doesn't understand why he's the one embarrassed in this situation but alas, it's proving to be successful. "Right, sorry, don't let me keep—"

"Bye, Ernie thanks for the tea and sweets,"

She was gone like the wind, finally free and if hadn't been for the fact that her name was called she would have forgotten about her little freakout.

"Miss Emerson,"

Turning, she came face to face with none other than James Potter, a renowned Auror and quite a  famous man for surviving Voldemort, along with his wife and son, Love was awfully confused about why he, of all people, was calling her name and smiling at her, his smile was so welcoming, Love felt oddly warm about it like his smile was a hug she would have a smile back if it hadn't been for the two-man next to him. One who had dark hair and strikingly grey eyes that shine with nothing but mischievousness, he had this aloofness attached to his persona that practically oozes out of him, he was rather handsome, both he and James were handsome but definitely not as handsome as Professor Remus Lupin, who was smiling warmly at her from next to James Potter... then the thought hit her. He's going to think she stinks if her prank theory proves itself to be correct. Of course, it's going to be correct, what kind of person goes around pranking Ernie of all people? He and his friends are probably pranking her, or maybe Ernie doesn't even know, in that case, they both got pranked but they'll go easy on him because he is their friend and he'll forget about it and forgive them because they are his friends after all, but that treatment would not be extended for her, and they'll make fun of her and she–

"Hey, Love Emerson, right?" James Potter continues to smile at her, his hazel eyes staring down at hers. "How are you doing, darling? All better I hope?"

Love purses her lips and nodded, before giving him a tight smile, she doesn't want to speak with anyone right now "I'm all right, Mr Potter but soon I won't be because I'll be probably living in a cave,"

She walks right past them, not even noticing the baffled look they all give her. She just couldn't face anyone right now. Love made her way to her common room in record time, even with all the students walking about in the hallways and stairs. She was itching to get to her room and sleep all day, all night until the music stops as the phrase says, indulging herself in the last moments of pace in Hogwarts before she becomes a pariah of society.

What is the end of everything?

It seems the eagle has taken notice of her mood and given her an easy riddle. Love didn't even need to think about it for the answer was right in the riddle. Without much waiting the door quickly opened, and Love all but bolted inside.

"Hey Love, how did–"

At Padma's voice, Love stopped and turn to where she was lounging with Emma on the sofas, both with massive bags of products from Zonkos, Honeydukes and who knows what else. She's going to miss them. She's going to miss time like this.

"I'm going to live in the forest, in a cave, and I'm going to miss you all so much,"

With that, she turns back and went straight to her dormitory. Thankfully, there was no one there so Love took her shoes off and just manage to climb into bed before the door was slapped open as Padma came barging in, a hard look on her face.

"All right, tell me what happened on that date that got you catastrophizing?" 

Love sends her a glare before pushing herself under her covers, "I do not catastrophize,"

"Then what do you call this?" Padma places her hands on her hips much like a mother would as she scowls at her kids.

"Being reasonable," Love calls from under the covers. She was being reasonable, right?

Love didn't need to see Padma to know she was rolling her eyes, she could feel it in her bones she was most definitely doing it. "Sure, because thinking you're going to be living in a cave is a reasonable response for any situation."

"Leave me alone, Padma."

"Love, bloody hell, get this through your skull," Padma pulled her covers off of her, leaving her feeling naked. Both girls glare at each other. "You are catastrophizing, my dear friend."

"I–"

"You are overthinking, you are in panic mode right now, obsessive over something that will never happen," Padma came to sat down next to her, her back leaning on one of the four posts, "You need to relax and tell me, what got are you overthinking?"

Love purses her lips, she knew she was overthinking, she just lost control there for a second or two. She held her hand out, "Give me back my blanked and I'll tell you,"

Without waiting, Padma passes her the covers. Love engulfs herself in them, enjoying the warmth her covers give her, she glances a Padma and holds her arm up, motioning for her to cover herself too and when she does, when both girls were tucked in the safety blanket, Love begins the tale of the boy with dragon breath.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it.

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[chatterbox-73]

.Sugar Daddy.

‘Not’ only you.

Gojo Satoru x Reader

This story is a smut story, I’ll more characters x reader one shots in the future and if you want to see a character please let me know.

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Summary/inspiration/prompt: the beginning of the ending, a prequel to ‘New Years Sugar’

Word count: 2.3k

CW: NSFW and adult content, F**kboy!Gojo, sugar daddy!Gojo, Gojo being mean, playing house (calling each other husband and wife), argument/yelling, slight angst, swearing, anal, slightly fingering, nipple play, mention of breastfeeding (as a joke).

Luxury cars and appartments, designer clothes, expensive restaurants, priceless jewellery dripping in exotic gemstones and lavish gifts, that’s all that filled your life, anything you could possibly want or even think of and it was yours, a pure white Siberian kitten… and it was yours… a trip across Europe… you got it… a new sport car… parked out front of your apartment building merely hours later.

You had everything… everything except one thing… but compared to everything else it was nothing right?… no… it was all you wanted now that you’d never have it, and what was ‘that’ exactly… to be the only one.

Gojo Satoru was the man that made everything possible, he was… for a lack of better words… your sugar daddy, but you were not his only sugar baby; of course you had been told from the beginning you were not the only one, however as time went on you noticed, you’d lasted longer then any of the others and that you would be given presents you wouldn’t have to ‘pay’ for, Gojo was quick to grow bored and could be quite stingy with his money, however from the beginning you never experienced this. So you grew bolder in your requests of the man, which he would comply with each time, that was until your requested to be the only one… “absolutely not, you think you’re all I need?” Gojo stood and pulled on his pants, he walked around the bed and grabbed you, pulling you to your feet, “I thought you were smart, so why are your acting so stupid? Hm?” He shook you slightly and glared at you, “if you weren’t so cute and good with your mouth, I’d get rid of you without a second thought” he tilted his head slightly, eyeing your naked figure and chuckled, “you’ll never be the only one… but you are my favourite” Gojo pinched your hip before pushing you onto the bed and climbed on top of you, he leaned right into your face, “you’ll have to share me until I’m bored of you” he kissed you deeply, his fingers toying with your hips. “What about me?… what if your not enough for me?…” you asked and grabbed onto his shoulders, the man sat back and raised a brow, “what about you…?” He chuckled and you frowned, “I’ll go find someone else, I’ll sleep around too” you looked off to the side unsure of what you just said. Gojo leant in again and held your shoulder against the bed, not allowing you to move, “you think I want a used up whore… no matter how cute you are, I’ll drop you as soon as you fuck another man… you understand?!” He hissed in your face and all you could do was nod as shock overcame your features, Gojo got up and walked away to the couch on the other side of the room while you simply sat on the bed in shock at his words.

It didn’t hurt not at all, but it was surprising, however as time went on it became clear that you did in fact need to be Gojo’s only sugar baby, and not because you wanted his money all to yourself but because you began to genuinely fall in love with him. This selfish, nonsensical, inconsistent man, had made you fall head over heels in love with him, the thought made you sick… how could you fall for someone so rotten and horrible?… but that wasn’t true, was it?… because Satoru Gojo was actually very kind and caring, he had always given your more then what you wanted or needed and even after you up set him, Gojo was so tender and caring, giving you gifts and apologising profusely for yelling at you.

Even if Gojo wouldn’t love you back or settle for only you, you’d give him your body and love whenever he required it, you’d treat him better then any of his other whores, you’d make it so that he’d only ever think of you, even when he’s with them.

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You had called Gojo and asked him his plans for the weekend, the man answered honestly and stated he’d be with two of the other women he’s seeing, Gojo also explained he was with someone else right at the moment, you faked disappointment telling him you had a present for him… which wasn’t a lie… but you understood, you wouldn’t keep him from his other plans. Gojo piped up, cutting you off from going on a long winded rant about how important his time is and that you’d wait for him to reach out next time, “hey now… you can always call me, I enjoy hearing your voice baby girl… you know there’s two days in the weekend, I’ll come over tomorrow, I’ll spend all Saturday with you” he chuckled and you couldn’t help but giggle, “so what’s this gift for? Can I see it?” He asked in a mischievous whisper and you giggled more, god you really loved this man… it was almost embarrassing. “It’s for making you upset two weeks ago, I feel really bad for making you angry” you whisper into the phone and you hear Gojo click his tongue, “you didn’t make me angry, I was just worried you wouldn’t understand… because if you didn’t I’d ha-“ he began and you cut him off, “I know… I know darling” you say sweetly and you hear Gojo groan, it was childish honestly but Gojo would frequently make you play house with him, it’s was strange but nice as the same time, it was like playing out a future you’d never have. “I wanted it to be a surprise but because you’re making time for me in your busy weekend…” you paused as you clicked into messages and sent Gojo a picture of what you’re wearing, “check your messages…” you smiled as you heard him tap away at his phone, “you’ve gotta be kidding me…” he groan into the phone.

You won’t wearing anything scandalous, just a simple light blue silk slip dress with spaghetti straps and a hem that fell at your mid thighs, it was a loose fit that hung and flowed around your body, you could hear Gojo grip the phone tighter, “are you wearing that right now?” He asked breathlessly, you nodded with a hum as if he could see you, “tell me, what’s under it?” He demanded, you smiled before whispering, “nothing.” You heard a light thud and what sounded like a whine… “we’re done for the night…” you heard Gojo state to whoever was with him, “but we didn’t finish, Gojo-sama, please let me finish you” another voice carried through the phone, you hadn’t realised he was currently with the woman he was going to be spending time with, it honestly made you feel bad, how could he just drop someone like that? “We’re done for the night… or should it be for good?” Gojo asked and you whist at his tone, it was so harsh and uncaring but you couldn’t tell him to stop because maybe that tone would be turned back onto you, “Gojo are you coming over now, should I get ready for you?” You interrupted the scolding Gojo was just about to give the woman he was with, he cleared his throat “yeah I am, get the back ready for me… you’ve gotten me in that type of mood” he changed to a cheery tone that made your heart flutter, you said your goodbyes and then rushed to prepare yourself for him.

You stood in the shower rinsing off the soap from your backside, you’d done everything to prepare yourself now you need to do your hair and makeup, Gojo loved when women did themselves up, he loved eye makeup and bold lip colours, he loved watching them applied makeup and brushed their hair and so it was no surprise when you saw the man watching you comb out your hair. “All dolled up, huh?” Gojo question and you bit your lip before nodding, “only for you darling” you whispered and suddenly you were pressed up against the bathroom counter with Gojo’s tongue in your mouth, you moaned as your hand slipped over his shirt, you both broke apart and he moved to your neck, roughly sucking and biting the soft tissue “I needed you, I’m desperate” you whimpered as you brushed a hand over his stiff member.

Gojo pulled you into your bedroom and sat on the bed as he looked you over, “give me a twirl, baby girl” he said as he let go of your hand, you smiled and nodded, you spun allowing the silk fabric to swish and flutter with your movements, you stop and looked at the man, his eyes staring at you from over his glasses, it wasn’t often Gojo would show off his eyes as it’d gave him terrible headaches but when he did you’d seem to lose yourself in them. “Do you want me?” You asked as you grabbed the hem of the silk dress and lifted it up to your hips flashing the man, in an instant you were pinned to the ground with Gojo over top of you, “you fucking cock tease, you love getting me wild… don’t you, honey?” He growled as he yanked he belt off and practically ripped his pants open, “of course, that’s when your the most satisfied, Satoru” you whimpered and Gojo flipped you onto your stomach, “you’re not gotta like what happened if you keep this up… your getting me too excited” he groaned in your ear and you moaned pressing your ass back against him, “just fuck me Satour, I need it, I need to feel you” you couldn’t believe how desperately you wanted him.

All this was to win his heart but instead you were losing your mind, all you could think about was having him inside, “god your desperate, stay there and wait for me… got that Y/n” Gojo stood and left the room, you shiver as you heard water running and the faint mutter of his voice, “call me one more fucking time and we’re done… I’ll see you when I feel like it” he yelled before quickly quieting down, you looked to the door waiting for it to open, Gojo finally reentered the room he shirt off and his manhood hanging on full display, he held lube and a pack of condoms in one hand, “you brought this on yourself, Mrs Gojo” he chuckled and you clenched around nothing, this is exactly what you were egging for, Gojo always loved playing house and when he brought it into the bedroom well let’s just say it lead to some of the best sex you’ve had or ever will have and you’d like to think the feeling is mutual on Gojo’s part too.

Gojo strutted over and knelt down behind you, he squeezed a large dollop of lube of his member before doing the same to your tight ring and massaging it in, “please fuck me husband” you moaned and pushed your ass out further as his finger rubbed circles against your hole, “huh, you want it in now? But I wanted a taste” he teased knowing you hate having your ass eaten, “no, I want your cock… not your tongue, please I hate it” you whine and Gojo laugh out, he then begins to rub his tip against you and it made you wonder when he had time to slip a condom on. With little resistance Gojo began to sink into your ass and with a strong thrust Gojo bottomed out, he groaned and held your hips tight, “holy shit, I could stay like this forever… your ass is all I need” Gojo hummed and something like it would have made you feel special had he not said it to you every time he was in you, Gojo made it quite clear you weren’t satisfying enough for him but he’d still say things like this. It hurt of course but you were certain you could live with it as long as he was happy, besides it’s not like you got nothing out of your arrangement with him, lavish gifts and living arrangements paid for, all for the small price of living in loneliness and inadequacy.

You felt Gojo’s hand reaching around to your front and he pressed his fingers against your clit, before slowly tracing small circles, it was a stark contrast to his rough thrusts. You moaned and whined rocking your hips back to meet his thrusts, it all felt too erotic for you and suddenly you felt yourself slipping into ecstasy, Gojo groaned and grabbed your breasts pulling you up and back against his chest as he moaned, sucking on your neck and shoulder.

You were laying on your bed naked with Gojo’s head resting on your chest while he lightly suckled on your nipples, your fingers brushed though his hair and you chuckled, “are you a baby now or something?” You smiled brushing the hair from his eyes, this was very comfortable for Gojo and it probably wasn’t wise that you tease him but he didn’t respond only nipping at the side of your breast before moving to the next one, you sighed and blushed as you continued to watched him. “Are you waiting for milk? Cause you’ll go hungry before you get any” you wrapped your legs around his waist, however despite all your teasing Gojo only closed his eyes and continued suckling, this course you to give up and let your eyes drift to the ceiling.

Maybe if this man wasn’t so easy to love you’d be able to be the heartless sex machine his wanted but then Satoru Gojo would do things like this, where he’d hold you and act all cute and innocent, playing make-believe family with you and allowing you to cradle and comfort him, it made you fall deeper into his arms, you loved this man so much that maybe you’d started to resent him; because how could you be so stupid to fall in love with someone who wants nothing to do with you.

More from the ‘Sugar Daddy’ series:

Masterlist (coming soon)

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Next - Hizashi Yamada: Radio Sugar.

#gojo satoru smut #gojo x reader smut #jujutsu gojo #gojou satoru x reader #gojo smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk satoru #jjk gojo #satoru x reader #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #fem!reader

[anotherbluesunday]

✨15 QUESTIONS FOR FRIENDS✨

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I was tagged by the lovely Sindar @remusjohnslupin (fight me, I’m ready 👁️👄👁️🔪). So excited to do one of these “get to know me” threads again. They’re always so interesting to read.

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Are you named after someone? Nope. I’m named after a project my father worked on (the Mars rover missions) and my mom’s favorite day of the week, Sunday.

When was the last time you cried? A few days ago. It was for a role though so that doesn’t really count (?). In a non-acting capacity I’d say a week ago when I had the wonderful realization that a 40 hour work week isn’t condusive to my creative process and school schedule and cried in relief as I put in my two-weeks notice.

Do you have kids? Nope and I don’t want to have any theough pregnancy. I don’t like the idea of being physically pregnant and my family has a few things genetically that I wouldn’t want to pass down to my children like breast cancer and ovarian cancer. But I want to adopt three kids someday—preferably preteens or teens because I hate knowing that there are kids going through life in foster care and are phased out of the system at 18 with no experience and they’re expected to either sink or swim. It’s pretty heartless tbh.

What sports do you play/have played? Oh gosh, okay, there’s a lot. I was captain of track for all four years, swim and dive for three. I was the ace pitcher of my HS’s baseball team. Played volleyball. Did tennis for a year but didn’t stick with it. I surf, skateboard, snowboard, and rock climb and I’m thinking of picking up dirt biking because my friends from my work won’t leave me alone about it.

Do you use sarcasm? I’m a writer. The answer is pretty self-explanatory. lol.

What is the first thing you notice about people? Their tells and mannerisms. I always notice if someone’s words match their mannerisms and behavior and that tells me half of what I need to know about the and what they won’t say aloud.

What’s your eye colour? Dark brown.

Scary movies or happy endings? In the words of Tulio and Miguel, both. Both is good.

Any talents? I can write and play a mean fiddle/violin solo. I also have a talent for injuring myself but bouncing back quickly and with little fear toward repeating the same mistake that got me hurt in the first play (broke my nose twice snowboarding, still go up to the mountains every winter).

Where were you born? The forests of North Carolina. My family has since moved.

What are your hobbies? Writing (the love of my life), going to the gardening center for more plants because there’s no such thing as too many, hiking, biking, running, rock climbing with friends, annoying/teasing my friends while they’re rock climbing, discovering something new in the city on my days off, camping, calling @remusjohnslupin a Sindar and cackling like a bog witch when she scolds me for it, etc… The list is endless.

Do you have any pet? I have a monster named Mitzy who claims to be a chihuahua but I know she’s a gremlin larping as a dog.

How tall are you? 5’10”. Idk how many centimeters that is exact. I think it’s ~178cm.

Favourite subject in school? English, geology, and art. I can’t pick so it’s a three-way draw.

Dream job? Writer-Director that moonlights as a contributing writer to Scientific American.

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Now to tag! I tag @tastethesetears @broken-everlark @frnotelise @the--lysine-contingency @semifontos @angelicangelx @woefullysomber @wednesdayandherhyde @resisting-moonlight82 @thelovelybookworm @you-can-hufflefuck-right-off @imdonessentialk @insomniac1994 @perpetuallyvvperplexed @vadacore @michiganstray @mistressvera @allamericansbitch @hippydippyloser @karrrrrliiita @leavesdriftinginthewind @darling-gemini @darlingfuego @dark-visitors @darklinaforever @certaindreamchopshop @poisonivy13blog @trashy-stargazing-captain @shadowofthesun123 @osnapitzmel1 @slaanesh12 @starlemoncb @josette15 @pey0805 @crimsonnsstuff @gardenoblues @justonemorewallflower

#tag game #get to know me #get to know them #get to know tag #fifteen questions

[siarven]

QUESTIONS FOR 15 FRIENDS

It's been ages since I got tagged in sth like this?? Thank you very much @zbdragons :DD (Also I want to see your dragon arts??) (also sorry I forgot this in my drafts for a hot second dklldk)

ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?

I don't think so? My parents chose my birth name bc they liked the sound. My chosen name chose me lmao. I want to keep the masc version of my birth name around as second name, but I think it's less bc it's related to my old name and more bc I like the sound of it, and it makes Mama happy :>

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?

Not sure! It was probably at a fictional story? ive managed to fix my mental health enough to no longer have regular crises :') <3

DO YOU HAVE KIDS?

nope, don't ever want any either

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?

started out with gymnastics when i was ~6 (probably bc baby me started climbing street lights bc our trees were too smol xD), then switched to tennis due to external circumstances and stuck with it until I moved for uni. Here the distances are all much bigger so going everywhere by bike was enough daily sports (30-40km/day), but then the pandemic happened. Now i have dumbbells and a yoga mat in my room and do stretches and (body)weight things most days bc all my 'things why i need to leave the house' are 25+km away. i am ok with going 20km one way but not more than that xD

DO YOU USE SARCASM?

sometimes! depends on the people. i did it sooo much around my brother when i still lived at home, but these days i think it's gotten pretty rare

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?

vibes, i think? Are You Potentially Friend Shaped? :333

WHAT’S YOUR EYE COLOUR?

hazel/somewhere between green and brown depending on the light

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?

happy endings... i like scary things, but i dislike most horror films. they have the wrong horror vibes xD

ANY TALENTS?

i am good at learning music by ear + play flute and piccolo very well (this is prob bc Mama taught me how to learn music at a young age). It's so nice to have One Thing I am not self conscious about, esp bc it isn't tied to money or anything. These days it comes fairly effortless and I love playing and learning new pieces, and bc my orchestra appreciates me I get to play piccolo + solo parts too. I also used to be very good at singing but i am on hrt now and idk how that's gonna develop xD

I also write stuff and draw things and I do the drawing thing professionally/plan on doing so, at least (rn it's just small things on the side and wouldn't pay the bills). But neither feels like a talent bc everyone I started out with was better at it than me when we were kids. They just stopped doing it. Idk. Success through persistence and spite... both my art and writing feel extremely average (derogatory) most of the time, but I guess we will see if i manage to succeed anyway dklldkd

WHERE WERE YOU BORN?

Hannover (Germany); moved away for uni

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?

flute/piccolo in my orchestra; going for walks with my camera; wildlife photography; hiking; learning about nature and the names of animals and plants + trivia; writing/reading fantasy books; watercolour painting; reading and watching good stories of any genre tbh; reading/watching nonfiction things on nature/history/paleontology/humanity. Wanna learn ALL

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?

no :( but my flatmate has a snake! his name is momo and i love him!

HOW TALL ARE YOU?

173cm

FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?

history (bc of the teacher); english (the years my teacher was good); art (surpriseee /j)

DREAM JOB?

concept artist for stories with heavy (fantasy) worldbuilding; illustrator (I do that already as a freelancer but it would not pay the bills). Also I would love love love to be a published author but in my head the art and writing side of things are kinda deeply related, so both pls

tagging @ettawritesnstudies @corishadowfang @lady-redshield-writes @raiswanson @kittensartswriting @monika-in-wonderland @tundra-tiger @unfocused-overwriter @big-urchin-energy @antignocchiphase @mando-ah-damn if any of you want to (no pressure), and also anyone else who wants to, I don't remember anymore who is doing tag games xD

#tag game #tagging game #about me #i guess

[ciaossu-imagines]

Thank you for your post on the Nanbaka main boys. I really loved it so want to ask again for different characters. 💙 + Mitsuru, Samon, Kiji, Hajime and Kenshirou.

You’re so welcome and thank you for this request! I have such a soft spot for the guards in general and some of these characters are among my favourites, so this is a really fun ask for me to write! I hope you’ll enjoy the headcanons, dear!

SEND ME 💙 + A CONNECTION AND I’LL TELL YOU…

Who orders takeaway?

While at Nanba, meals are provided for free for all of the guards so takeaway isn’t really a huge thing for these guys, unless it’s their days off. For a lot of his days off, Hitoshi was around to cook for Hajime (and since becoming a guard, Hitoshi just makes meals and freezes them ahead of time for Hajime), so he never really goes the takeaway route. Kiji occasionally does takeaway, but only rarely because Kiji is almost always on some fad diet to help his figure. Samon got really, really obsessed with takeaway for a couple of months and literally ate it for every meal once he moved out of the mountains and is kind of sick of even the idea of it now, meaning that Mitsuru is the one who does it the most. And even then, since Mitsuru loves being around people, it’s more common for him to choose to sit down in a place and eat than to grab takeaway.

Who has the more adventurous love life?

Hajime is a workaholic who doesn’t really have a love life, Samon’s love life is…sad, really, and Kenshirou has eyes only for the Warden at this point in his life. Mitsuru occasionally dates, but it’s mostly just casual fun, meaning that Kiji, with his obsession with online dating and desire for a fantastical, sweep me off my feet romance, combined with his super high standards, has the most dramatic and insane dating life. It also doesn’t help that, being the person he is, when Kiji’s standards are met, he falls hard, and he falls fast and gets almost obsessive about his new partner…for a couple weeks or a couple months at most. Kiji is so that person who will say ‘I love you’ obnoxiously early in the relationship. But those feelings always fade as he starts seeing the person’s flaws and decides they don’t actually live up to his standards so he either ghosts them or dumps them and moves on to the next person.

Who is better at keeping secrets?

Hajime and Kenshirou are both excellent secret keepers. However, because Hajime can come off as scary a little intimidating, he’s not often told people’s secrets. Kenshirou, despite coming off as strict and a little judgmental, often finds himself being a secret keeper for someone and, because he feels it’s only common decency, he wouldn’t dream of telling someone’s secret unless it was needed to prevent danger to that person or someone else.

Who knows every rumor?

Okay, but this is both Mitsuru and Kiji. They are definitely gossip buddies…like, that is a large part of the friendship between those two, just having a meal together and spilling all the drama to each other. Nobody is quite sure how both of them know what they know, but if it’s happening in Nanba, one or both of them will know about it.

Who suggests a movie night?

I definitely feel like this would be a Mitsuru thing but the huge problem with it is that the only person he might have any luck in convincing to join him is Kiji and if Mitsuru has to sit through one more romance movie…it’s just not happening. Not with any of them, not unless it’s ordered to keep their jobs.

Who tries to convince the other to try skydiving?

Again, I feel this is a Mitsuru thing. I think I’ve mentioned it before, but I do think that Mitsuru is someone who would be into extreme sports of various types and skydiving would appeal to him. Kiji wouldn’t go – the outfits they need to wear are simply too atrocious to be on his body. Hajime wouldn’t go because he thinks it’s a waste of his time (honestly, he’s more of a rock-climbing guy anyway). Kenshirou, though he manages it well and doesn’t make it public knowledge, is afraid of heights. Samon, however? He’s willing to give it a try.

Who is the holiday planner?

Again, this is where the duo of Kiji and Mitsuru really comes in wonderfully handy. Both men have a lot of holiday spirit and strong opinions. Mitsuru is definitely the one who comes up with the craziest ideas and gets everyone hyped up for the holiday, as much as he is able, while Kiji actually rather excels at handling all the minutiae.

Who spams the other with memes?

Mitsuru will go through spells where the only way he’ll digitally communicate with others will be gifs and memes. He normally only stops when Momoko beats him up enough for him to realize she’s seriously getting pissed off with his antics and honestly, by that point, everyone else in Nanba prison, including the other men, are thanking her silently for it.

Who has never enough money with them and lets the other pay for things?

Samon’s actually kind of bad at this. Money has never really been a big thing for him. While he does realize it’s essential for life outside of the mountain and he does his best to manage his money well, he is guilty of honestly forgetting to grab money before he heads out. It’s so bad that most of the places located in Nanba have a running tab set up for him.

Who wants to try a classic sleepover?

I do see this as being something Kiji has maybe tried to set up at least a handful of times, because it is really something that would appeal to him. However, everyone else either gave excuses, like being too busy, or in Hajime’s case, just told him to fuck off.

Who answers their phone at 2 am?

Okay, but because of their roles as not only prison guards, but as Supervisor’s of their respective buildings/divisions, every single one of these men are well-trained to answer their phones as quickly as possible, no matter the time of day or night, just in case of an emergency.

Who plays pranks?

This one is kind of an easy answer, just because it’s shown in canon that this is very much something that Mitsuru not only does but loves doing. Hajime tends to be his target more often than not, but the others do get it to some extent as well.

Who initiates dates for the other?

Mitsuru has, either in complete seriousness or just to fuck with them, he’ll never confirm which one, made online dating profiles for each of the other men. He’s definitely shown them the results of those dating profiles which are very…interesting reads. How quickly and how badly the other men reacted varied, but Mitsuru was more than a little beat-up by the time he finished showing them to everyone.

Who is more chaotic?

Mitsuru is Nanba’s true chaotic neutral. Like, yeah, he’ll do his job and he doesn’t really want bad things to happen but overall, his main priorities are to amuse himself and to create a little chaos and fun for everyone around him.

Who has the more bizarre quirks?

Okay, but have you met any of these men? They are all full of bizarre quirks in their own unique ways. Hajime has his super-strength, weak stomach, his hair is super curly when grown out, but baby fine and prone to frizz, so he sports either ramen-head or a blond afro if he doesn’t shave his head every couple of days. Kiji is full of bizarre little quirks, especially verbal ones, and swears his feet will get blisters if he even tries to wear anything without a designer name and a bit of a heel. Mitsuru is nothing but bizarre but his inability to really talk at a normal volume definitely counts. Kenshirou can hear frequencies that normally only dogs can hear and Samon, along with being freakishly strong, is a monkey in all but species.

Who spends the most money on unnecessary things?

Kiji has a love for shopping, especially online shopping, and is so the type who will buy anything on sale, even if the sale only amounts to being something like ten cents off, because he just can’t pass up a bargain. Clothes, make-up, skincare, bath supplies, perfume, and scented candles are really his weaknesses though.

#replies #nanbaka #connections meme #headcanons #kiji mitsuba #mitsuru hitokoe #hajime sugoroku #samon gokuu #kenshirou yozakura

[soloorganaas]

15 Questions | 15 People

ty for the tag @felixantares! you are more than okay 💙

1. are you named after anyone? my parents named me natasha bc I was supposed to be born at xmas (my mum’s christian) but I was as with all things late and born mid-january. however they still kept the name in the first of many many years of accommodating my inability to be on time

2. when was the last time you cried? literally this morning whilst i was angsting to my bestie on ft over not wanting to live in america but also not being quite ready to leave america (so nothing new, basically)

3. do you have kids? I have a fat, snappy spoiled cat and a whiny, smart spoiled cat. they are the bane of my life and i would die for them

4. do you use sarcasm a lot? I have never joked about anything in my life

5. what’s the first thing you notice about people? I have absolutely no ability to read facial expressions so I don’t notice things, I just disappear into a whirlwind of panic whilst I try to figure out the social situation. unless it’s a really hot girl where I just freeze mesmerized by their eyes or smile or something equally gay

6. what’s your eye colour? dark brown. looks a little murderous in the right light

7. scary movies or happy ending? I absolutely cannot watch scary movies I’ll have a breakdown. 90% of the movies i’ve watched in my life are disney/pixar/dreamworks

8. any special talents? I speak 5 languages

9. where were you born? an obnoxiously posh county in england which i’ve been trying to escape ever since

10. what are your hobbies? writing angst about gay mentally ill wizards. also crossfit, hiking, rock climbing and outdoorsy photography, bc i am a lesbian

11. do you have any pets? see above re: demon children

12. what sports do you play/have you played? when i was a kid/teen i swam sort of competitively. and i was a cheerleader in university. it was during my comphet era but honestly i had a great time

13. how tall are you? taller than most of my enemies (5′9)

14. favourite subject at school? hiding in the library at lunch to read YA fantasy

15. dream job? rewriting every single piece of media i’ve ever disagreed with so my blorbos are done justice (but for pay)

tagging @spindrifters bc i haven’t bugged you in like two solid hours <3 @contrivedcoincidences6 @msalexwp @abihastastybeans @mxlfoydraco @direwolf-summer​ @maybebabyplease​ @nymphaea-auri​ @itsjamespotter​ @cuddlebugsirius​ @squintclover​ @fonkeloog​ @mkaugust​ @anemicc-royalty​ @drownedlove​

#tag games

[fuckyeahhistorycrushes]

King Albert I of the Belgians (1875-1934)

I am very surprised that this man wasn’t brought up much in historical crush pages online—may I introduce you to King Albert I of the Belgians, the Soldier King (Le Roi-Cavalier). He was the king of Belgium during WWI, known for being one of the last few monarchs who fought in battle. Throughout the war he frequently visited the trenches and he was one of the allied commanders during the Hundred Days. After the war, up to his sudden death in 1934, he dedicated his life into rebuilding Belgium and the country became one of the most progressive and cosmopolitan countries in Europe in early 20th century. (Fun fact: he met Albert Einstein who was friends with his wife.) Besides being perhaps the best Belgian monarch ever, he was a very down to earth person and he loved rock climbing. In fact, despite all the rumours on him being murdered, he really died doing his favourite sport (see this news article).

My words can never do justice to his entire eventful life, but I would like to invite you all to appreciate this handsome man whose beauty has always been compared to Ryan Gosling. He always got that boyish look that I like in a man that makes him still very good-looking in his 50s—also he looks great in glasses. Despite being very tall (approximately 6’4/1.93m; my own estimate), also awkward, he looks very approachable and gosh, his personality just makes him even more charming.

Here’s one more picture of this beautiful man, hopefully to inspire you to learn about this underrated handsome boi.

This man really helped me start a lot of conversations just because he looks like Ryan Gosling and he is just too precious

#history #submission #history crushes #king albert i of belgium #albert i #by the way Leopold II is not his dad #he is Leopold II’s nephew #he also has an elder brother named Baudouin like his grandson Albert II🫢 #but Albert I is a very loyal husband and a family man #even all his imperfections I still can’t stop loving him

[cornflowershade]

Get To Know Me Tag!

thanks for tagging me @distant-screaming ! <33 💕 and @airenyah ! <33 ☺️💗

do you make your bed? typically no. I mean, I'll pull the sheets up so that it looks kind of okay but that's about it.

what's your favourite number? i don't think i have one 🤔 but I've always preferred odd numbers.

what is your job? working with kids part-time at an after school! we get to play games and go outside and do art. on thursdays I dance with them. it's a good time :)

if you could go back to school, would you? mmm. maybe! (but it wouldn't be with the intention of going into a that new field—I just like to learn and also enjoy school lol.) I was just talking the other day about how there's so many things I would've loved to study that I didn't go for or only discovered later. Like film! I want to know how to film things and have them look super professional for my personal fan projects.

can you parallel park? nope. never learned how and haven't had a chance to continue practicing driving bc... life. i'm still on my learners permit 🙃

a job you had that would surprise people? not sure what would be surprising honesty! But uh, I used to do website design for people.

do you think aliens are real? like... no but also yes? I think it's safe to assume that somewhere in the universe there could be life of some kind.

can you drive a manual car? nope

what's your guilty pleasure? wracking my brain and i literally can't think of something right now, i'm sorry

tattoos? nope! I like to change up my aesthetics too often for something that permanent asdfg. I stick with the occasional eyeliner tattoos or henna xD

favorite color? red!!! also blue. but I love most colors <33

favorite type of music? i listen to (most) any kind of music! just depends on what I feel like :)

do you like puzzles? like physical puzzle-piece puzzles? not really, I get a little antsy and don't have the patience for them! Unless it's a kids puzzle but then they're often too easy lol. BUT if we're talking mental puzzles, I love that. Like trying to code something and crack how to get a thing working... that's fun.

any phobias? i'm a bit afraid of heights. (not being high up in all situations, but specifically if there's a way to fall down. like sure I'll climb on top of things sometimes, but if it's too high or feels like there's an easy way to fall off then i get scared. sometimes kids try to get me to climb on the jungle gym equipment at work but this is simply not going to happen).

favorite childhood sport? horseback riding :)

do you talk to yourself? yes, but not out loud, just in my head. though a lot of the time it's actually fake conversations with other people or made up people. My brain makes up situations lol.

what movies do you adore? 'the lego batman movie', 'legally blonde'... when it comes to movies i'll watch over again it's usually the more feel-good type stuff

coffee or tea? tea! (I actively dislike the taste of coffee.) But also, I find tea very calming and it makes me happy! like, it's just so cozy!! especially if you have a little time for it, to make it a peaceful moment. boil the water, pick out a cup, sit with it all warm in your hands. rushed tea is not the thing.

first thing you wanted to be growing up? either being an actress or a teacher! :)

tagging: @qt-qtoey @softneomiro @lamonnaie @celestial-sapphicss @moonkhao

#tag game

[celluloidbroomcloset]

QUESTIONS FOR 15 FRIENDS

I was tagged by both @gentlebeardsbarngrill and @ofmd-ann

ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?

Yep: Lauren Bacall. Never mind that her real name is not Lauren.

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?

A week or so ago? Dunno.

DO YOU HAVE KIDS?

Nope. Happy being an Auntie to my friends' kids. I can give them back when they get annoying.

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?

Baseball when I was a wee one, then field hockey. Does rock climbing count as a sport?

DO YOU USE SARCASM?

Fuck you.

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?

Whether or not I want to fight them.

WHAT’S YOUR EYE COLOUR?

Blue.

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?

I love both. It's particularly nice when the monster has a happy ending. :)

ANY TALENTS?

I'm still a pretty good drummer, and I am a fantastic maker of breads.

WHERE WERE YOU BORN?

New York.

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?

Bread. Just all the bread. Carbohydrates.

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?

My dog, the sweetest boy in the whole dang world. My cat (who lives with my parents), who is just a terrible little bitch and a little fuzzmuffin.

HOW TALL ARE YOU?

No one can agree.

FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?

English, French, History.

DREAM JOB?

Being independently wealthy.

Tagging anyone who wants to do this, but also @sparklywaistcoat @beautitudes @risleydaleelectriccompany

#about me

[cahootings]

15 QUESTIONS FOR 15 FRIENDS

tagged by @blakbonnet @gentlebeard @snake-snack-stede I have been tagged thrice and thus summoned. hi new pals 😙 wait also @edsrosetattoo !

putting under a readmore because it’s cozy in there 🧦

DO YOU HAVE KIDS?: no 🙅🏻‍♀️ and I never will!! but I do love kids and love working with them

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?: basketball in elementary school, swim team and fencing team in high school, a bit of ice hockey as an adult, and bouldering/rope climbing until I fell while bouldering and totally wrecked both ankles 🙃 but very eager to get back on rope walls as soon as I can!!

DO YOU USE SARCASM?: doesn’t everyone. It’s the human condition

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?: vibes man, vibes are critical

WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOUR?: 🟤👄🟤

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?: they both have their place and I like when they overlap

ANY TALENTS?: I can sing decently ! Also public speaking I will absolutely claim that. Also I drive stick 😎

WHERE WERE YOU BORN?: West Virginia, USA 💚

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?: video games. Photography when I can get my ass to commit to it (especially portraits!). When I’m mobile, hiking!!!!!! and climbing swimming kayaking any outdoor activity I can possibly do

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?: not since moving to the city but I do have several plants including one very happy pothos with several 6+ foot vines

HOW TALL ARE YOU?: 5'5”

FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?: Physics (primarily kinematics although I eventually warmed on e&m) . And ceramics!!

DREAM JOB?: Had it before, working my way back to it. let’s just say I like to work with, tend to, and create things for cavernous round rooms with stars on the ceiling 🌌

no pressure tags:

15 is too many lmao. who of my newerish mutuals hasn’t gone yet. @merryfinches @adamarks you’re up if you’d like

#hemmed and hawed but why the hell not

[stealingyourbones]

15 questions!

I saw I got tagged in this and wrote all of it out I cannot for the life of me find who tagged me in my notifs. Please lmk whoever you are so I can credit you. Feel free to ask me abt any of these questions :)

1. Are you named after anyone?

Sorta? Middle name is the same as my grandmother :3

2. When was the last time you cried?

Right now actually. Tried a new mascara. Looks incredible but I’m pretty damn sure im allergic to it cuz my eyes are BURNING

3. Do you have kids?

Nope!!!

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Why ever would you think that?

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

I mean technically eyes but their general vibe ig?

6. What’s your eye colour?

Something between grey and green.

7. Scary movies or happy ending?

Both!!! I have a pretty ok tolerance to scary movies but I’m more chill with psychological horror just cause I don’t think gore and guts make a compelling horror story. Happy endings are fun and I really enjoy them since I am one emotional bitch and will cry at ones that particularly pull at my heartstrings.

8. Any special talents?

Making a metric fuck ton of prompts off the top of my head really quickly and can make eerily accurate kazoo noises.

9. Where were you born?

U.S.!

10. What are your hobbies?

collecting: (Sand, bones, rocks, fossils, comics, old medical textbooks, modern medical textbooks, funky colored lipstick), Reading, writing, gardening, drawing, D&D, Watching a metric shit ton of DC movies and tv shows, skiing, sailing, mountain biking, and there’s definitely more but I can’t think of any others off the top of my head.

11. Do you have any pets?

Two cats! Their names are Gidget and Boomer :)

12. What sports do you play/have you played?

Used to do Rock Climbing but now I mainly stick to Mountain Biking!

13. How tall are you?

5’2”. Am smol.

14. Favourite subject at school?

Hmmm. Definitely Psychology or Microbiology.

15. Dream job?

Teacher. Particularly a Biology or Art teacher :)

#bones speaks #:)

[thetragicallynerdy]

15 people, 15 questions

Tagged by @zombiethingy, thank you for the tag buddy!!

1. Are you named after anyone?

Nope!

2. When was the last time you cried?

I can't remember specifically but I'm sure it was within the last week lmao. More definitively: the last time I talked to my mom (because I was sad and she is safe to cry with)

3. Do you have kids?

Nope! Aiming to keep it that way lmao

4. What sports do you play/have played?

All of this is pre-injury but:

Powerlifting (have competed once pre-injury! My fav sport I've ever done!!)

Rec dodgeball

Climbing

As a kid: soccer, baseball, all at like church leagues

Now: I hike :3 and sometimes do yoga. And sometimes weight lift but it hurts my brain so it's been hard to get back into

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Probably too often XD

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Hmmm. I don't think there's really something that I notice first? Or if there is I can't think about it.

7. What’s your eye color?

Greyish blue.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings - I don't mind sad endings, but I rarely watch scary movies.

9. Any talents?

Many, but my most useless and favourite one is that I can peel a clementine (and sometimes big oranges) in one long segment.

10. Where were you born?

British Columbia!

11. What are your hobbies?

Writing, the dungeons and the dragons, art, just getting into pottery, gardening/growing too many succulents, reading.

12. Do you have any pets?

Not right now! I typically have hamsters, but a really beloved one passed away this summer and it's been hard finding the energy to get a new one. Hoping to in December or January, though.

13. How tall are you?

Short enough that I can leave my very top cupboard door open and just walk under it

14. Favorite subject in school?

I haven't been in school for nearly a decade, but I took a pottery class at a community centre this fall that was so fun so we're going to go with that

15. Dream job?

For the government to pay better disability so I don't need to worry so much about finances and not being able to work a real job (alternatively, to make enough with really part time art that I no longer need to worry about finances and being able to work full time)

Thanks for the tag buddy!! If you feel like doing it, I'm tagging @lovewithagirl @nevershootamockingbird @bringinghometherain @thou-art-of-the-stars @yourlocal-charlatan @alfalfairy @yerbamansa @draculafemme @georgekirrin @ginbiscuit @ladythmpr @stillbelievinginfireflies

If you didn't get tagged but see this and want to do, please consider this your tag!

#tag game #15 things tag game #if you got tagged and don't want to do this it's ok i am giving u a fistbump and turning it into a snail

[kidddoz]

Lotftober, day 28 - Happy Ending

The canticles of the free birds who flew above the trees were the best way of waking up. Even with Piggy being able to make his solar clock, the chirping was a tradition that felt like home. Whenever a new hour started, the chirping never ceased. And by four, the chirping aggravated and was now the choir who were ululating.

The heat seemed now bearable like their gown bodies developed well enough to be over the dizziness of such tropical temperatures. So noon was, by far, the hunters' favourite time of the entire day. It felt like a tradition, or more like the time to play and do sports. The choir planned which pig would be the best to hunt, so they picked one, that was the final decision, and the hunt began. One opened the door of the pigsty and let the pig run for a couple of minutes until the race started.

It was still harsh work, even after all those years, it was hard for them to become used to it, so they decided to do it once or twice a week. After all, that decision would let them control the pig population well enough not to have a meat shortage. And it also allowed them to have variety. For those who didn't enjoy the rush of the kill, the idea of being a farmer might suit them better. The fruits seemed to be easier to eat once they realised how to plant and take care of them.

The huts seemed now as stable as ever or as some of the younger call them, "Castle wood". They would return to Castle Rock during summer to prevent the high tide from flooding their homes. Plus, the smooth grey rock was cooler during those scorching hot nights. And for those who had crafty qualities or just enjoyed fixing broken things, there was the manual crafts group. They were in charge of keeping the huts in great shape, designing complex water routes, creating tools and even mending clothes.

And life could not feel better when dawn came by, and the leaders reunited again. They soon realised having just one leader was a problem, so what better than having more than one? A leader for each activity would be great, and so there they met before night. The chief of the hunters, Jack. The head of the farmers, Simon. The leader of manual crafts, Ralph.

Every time they saw each other after a long day of work, it was inevitable to smile. It felt like the first time they went exploring the island. But now they were smarter, taller, older, and even kinder. Even though the years passed by, and no ship came, even if the fire never ceased, the three friends loved to climb to the top and admire the setting sun.

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There's no way in hell I can imagine a happy ending for this monstrosity, so my version of the happy ending is that they never got rescued and no one died. They went for participatory democracy but with all sectors having one leader at least and a respective second-in-command (eg. Roger / Samneric / Piggy). It is so fun creating this concept that I'd really like to explore more of this idea in the future.

#lotf #lord of the flies #lotftober #lotf ralph #lotf jack #lotf simon