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#AHHHHH I WANT HIM SO BAD
lovelykhaleesiii · 1 year
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okay but @ilikeitbetterangsty I can’t get chubby!professor Aegon out of my head & I need to be his no.1 pupil or else I’m going to cry. I live for academic praise (or any type of praise really) so this AU makes me feral. and just imagine the angst, if all these other students also feel the same about him, and it’s like a competition, especially with say like a popular girl.
he’d ask to see you after hours in his office to go over your essay or thesis, and sometimes he’d even find you late hours in the library, fallen asleep from exhaustion & he just gently wakes you up to take you home.
but the idea of meeting him regularly in his office I- Ughhh.
bringing him coffee, sweets and lunch because he works all day & just feeding it to him, as you sit on his lap going through your work, or him marking papers. you just distracting him.
and imagine if you catch a girl coming out of his office & you could’ve sworn you saw her adjusting her skirt as she did, with a smug, messy look on her face. You’d have actual hot tears swelling in your eyes & Aegon notices you as he moments after exits the office.
you just run away & don’t attend his class for the day.
he’s trying to get in contact with you but you’re just ignoring him.
and imagine his reaction if he hears rumours that you’re dropping from his class!!!!!
I’M GOING TO LOSE MY MIND !!!
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holypowell · 1 year
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“you broke it right now!” PLEASE
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You know what!?!?!
I don’t want to see Cody before TBB finale
Why? You might ask
Well it’s because of the overwhelming sense of dread that has been growing within me the closer we get to the end
If he isn’t there…then he can’t be harmed and I can live in blissful ignorance
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crybaby-bkg · 10 months
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Being in the forest, you’ve come across all kinds of things, people, beings. You, being one of them, a fairy, an olden one of your kind, the kin that’s far and few to find just lurking around. So you’re special, held in high regard to those who frequent your area of the forest, respected and highly praised. Most know to bow and smile without teeth when they see you, except for one.
He’s new, you suspect, with his too big green eyes and tilted head. He takes in every part of the forest, mumbling to himself, picks at his bottom lip. His hands rests on his hips, and you notice his chest is naked and his lower half is covered in thick, dense fur. It tapers off into shiny hooves that he taps into the soft grass, and you wonder when the last time you saw a satyr was.
He’s a pretty one, you think, with thick curly green locks and curious eyes. His ears are pointed and they twitch in your direction at your giggle when he trips over a tree root. His gaze swivels over to the flower you rest on, and he perks up at the sight of it, clumsily making his way to you.
Everything’s all giggles from you, until he picks up the flower you rest on, mouth opening as the flower comes quickly to his mouth. Before he can devour you, you screech at him, something in your old tongue that nobody in a thirty mile radius could understand. But he stops, pulling the flower back, his curious green eyes widening when he finally makes out your camouflaged body sitting prettily in the bud of the flower.
“Have you no manners?” You ask, voice a huff that makes the satyr’s head tilt in the other direction. He blinks a few times before his eyes widen in excitement, mouth dropping open as he takes you in.
“You’re a…” his voice delves off, as he realizes what kind of fairy you must be. One he’s only heard of in tales, ones that are as old as time. He can’t believe he’s seeing one in real time, much less almost eating one!
“Give me your name, and I’ll forgive your indiscretion.” You offer him, chin jutting out in his direction. He knows he shouldn’t, knows you guys are full of tricks, that he should only admire from afar. But you’re so pretty in that ethereal type of way, and so, so tiny in his hands, that he wonders just how much damage you could actually cause. So he bites the bullet, doesn’t even realize that with just a name, he’s sealed his fate.
“Izuku. My name is Izuku.”
Izuku, or Deku as he likes to be called, has become so subservient to you as the days go on. Carries you everywhere, despite your wings working perfectly fine. Feeds you the fruit from trees without a single complaint, bathes you in the lakes despite his face always turning so red.
He even touches you the way you like to be touched. Lets you stay in his palm, figure hidden behind thick trees, a patch in the openness of the forest where only you two reside. He holds his thickest finger above you, watches with intent vermillion eyes as you lay on your back in his palm, rubbing your tiny little clit all over the pad of his finger. He could crush you in this position, but all he can think of is how immoral it would be to kill an ancient fairy from trying to shove you on his too big cock.
And despite using his big fingers to get you off for so long, it still isn’t enough. He’s surprised, one dusky morning, when he enters that patch in the forest that’s become you guys’ special spot, and doesn’t find you sleeping on a leaf. No, instead, Deku finds someone who looks eerily like you, only bigger in size—so, so much bigger.
Your hair looks so soft and your skin glows an eery golden haze around it. Your wings look iridescent in the slithers of morning light, as they flap lightly when he enters the thicket. Your body is bare, and it only feels that much intenser when everything is so much bigger, so easier to see in the broadening of your skin.
Your eyes are devious, with a downright cruel smile. You stretch where you lay, yawning a little, flipping on your back as you look at Izuku upside down, body bare and on display. It makes him think back to how hard he would have to strain to look in between your legs, now looking away at just how clear everything is.
“It’s time to prove your usefulness to me, Izuku. Are you ready?” You ask in a voice so sultry, he thinks he might melt on the spot. He should’ve known better than to give an ancient fairy his name, knows he’s spellbound to you and your every wish for eternity. But a part of him wishes he only would’ve met you sooner.
“I’m more than ready.”
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backslashdelta · 2 years
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Gabe Saporta in Fall Out Boy's **** Live in Phoenix
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1800nosleep · 9 months
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i have unspeakable thoughts about eric draven
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tuesdayinthedas · 14 days
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Fuck i just saw someone with the sickest ssj4 vegeta shirt
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killuaisaprincess · 1 year
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love-colored ward
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It can’t be…
Killua is sure it can’t be, but when he pulls the thermometer from his mouth and looks at it through blurry vision, it shows clear signs of a fever.
It would explain why he felt so miserable. And why he looked so miserable too, with dark bags under his eyes, shone clearly against his pale skin that seemed even more so porcelain, his hair messy and sticking up all over the place. It did that naturally, sure, but he tried to fix it… and Gon… Gon said his hair was cute…
Gon…
Even just thinking of Gon makes him want to burst out into tears.
His rough palm messing up his hair while Killua brushed his teeth, wearing one of Gon’s t-shirts as a dress, remarking how cute he is…
Killua thought he felt miserable just because Gon wasn’t here… the runny nose from wanting to cry. Not the ongoings of sickness, the ache in his chest more than just the pain from coughing.
He whines, curling up against the mattress, something cold and wet pressing into his palm.
Kon must’ve sensed his distress, jumping onto the bed, the big dog pressing his black nose against Killua’s hand, whining.
Killua rolls over, resting his head on the dog's stomach, blinking back tears, and coughing.
“…want Gon…”
He isn’t a child, he knows it’s stupid, and Gon has a life outside him. Work, friends, and well… most of the time when Gon hangs out with his friends, he comes along clinging to his arm, but…
He didn’t want to burden Gon. If Gon said the word… he would… he would leave him alone for a month! Okay… maybe not a month… a week…
But Gon says he didn’t mind, and he likes Killua going with him.
Gon would so proudly point out how cute he looked and gush about him right in front of his friends, and it would make Killua feel so dizzy and hot he’d surely faint. It was so embarrassing, but-but it made him happy…
When Gon isn’t around… his chest hurts so much…
He curls his fingers up in Gon’s shirt, crying into Kon, who seems to cry with him.
Killua was going to do something special for Gon once he came back. He was going to make him his favorite meal… fish…
The thought makes Killua want to gag, especially with how his stomach churns. But he was going to do it for Gon!
And he had a cute mint dress picked out, and he was going to be fine! Fine without Gon…
But now, all he really wants is to curl up against Gon’s chest.
He miserably reaches for his phone and fumbles to put his password in, trying not to cry more over his background, which has Gon in it.
It’s late where he is… so it’s probably even later where Gon is…
He stares dazed, hitting the contacts app, and then exiting, and then hitting it again, landing on Gon’s name.
Big Dumb Marshmallow 💪💚
Which was true… Gon’s a big dumb idiot, big dumb buff idiot, but he’s sweet and warm…
Dialing…
“…Hello?”
Gon’s voice sounds gruff, like he just woke up, and Killua’s heart rate spikes, and he grips the phone with sweaty palms.
“Is that my princess cotton ball?”
Usually, Gon’s cheesy nicknames make him flush, make his heart race, and sometimes want to make him punch him all simultaneously, but this time he just wants to cry…
He does, but it mixes with a congested laugh, coming out as a wail.
He can hear Gon shuffle on the other side of the line.
“Babe?”
Killua let’s one of his hands drop, petting Kon behind a floppy ear, sniffing.
“G-Gon… can you come home…? Me and K-Kon miss you…”
He doesn’t specify he’s sick; he doesn’t want to. He’s already being selfish… He fully expects Gon to apologize and say he’ll be home as soon as possible.
“Of course, baby. I’ll take the soonest flight home; take care of our little fluffball, okay, Kon?”
Kon barks like he can understand Gon, curling around Killua to provide him warmth.
Killua is frozen, staring wide-eyed, mouth open.
“N-no, you big moronic! Teddy bear mountain! I-I’m just being selfish…”
Gon makes a noise Killua can’t decipher.
“Of course, I’m coming; I love you, my little frosting drop.”
Killua grips the phone tight, his head pounding.
He puts the phone right next to his mouth.
“IDIOT! IDIOT! IDIOTTTT!”
And then hangs up.
He presses his hand to his sweaty hot forehead, trying to ease the throbbing pain in his skull, panting.
He closes his eyes, falling into a restless sleep.
˗ˏˋ༻ʚ♡︎ɞ༺ˎˊ˗
“Ki…”
“Baby…”
Everything is too fuzzy and warm, but Killua recognizes that warmth, pressing against his cheek and brushing strands of hair away, and he wants to cling to it.
Blearily he opens his eyes, adjusting to the light with a whine.
“G-Gon…?”
He stretches his arms out, wanting Gon to pick him up, and Gon chuckles lightly.
“Alright, gumball.”
Gon leans over, scooping Killua into his arms, and Killua wraps his arms around Gon’s neck, snuggling against him.
“I made you some coffee with honey, with the cute little cat foam just like you like it, princess.”
Killua hums happily, not really caring, inhaling Gon’s scent through his one unplugged nostril, the pine, sweaty smell.
“…’m not a princess right now… ‘m a hideous, ugly witch…”
Killua slurs out, closing his eyes and pressing his cheek to Gon’s chest.
“Not true. You’re the prettiest princess around.”
Killua opens his eyes, half-lidded. Pouting.
“Then where’s my kiss from my prince charming…?”
So what… he’s a little selfish…
He…
Gon goes to place Killua down in his chair in the kitchen, and Killua whimpers, holding on tighter, and Gon smiles, kicking the chair out with his foot and sitting down, still holding Killua.
“Alright, only if my princess requests it.”
He leans down, giving a quick peck to Killua’s forehead.
“I’ll give more later, but only if my little lovebug gets some rest.”
“…W-with you…?”
Killua sniffs, wiping under his nose, realizing he is wearing a cardigan on top of Gon’s shirt now.
“With me. Gotta make sure no other princes try and wake up my sleeping beauty.”
“…s-stupid… no other princes are like… you…”
He closes his eyes, almost purring like a cat, falling asleep in Gon’s arms.
“And there are no princesses like you, beauty.”
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ghostlights · 1 year
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bf said he wants to try petplay with me 🫣😵‍💫 he wants me 2 be his little kitty n bunny
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pocketramblr · 2 years
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royal talk aka oh no the cast is expanding someone stop it (transcription under cut)
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The first panel is a line of six characters as iterations of the Hylian Monarch, with their respecitve hero’s coments about them underneath.
Cathleen: “No, there’s no royalty in Sky Loft- oh! What, do you mean Cati? Oh, she’d hate that, oh Goddess!”
Ryuko: “Mm. The Princess is a fierce fighter. Some compare her to a dragon.”
Eri: “Oh, lil’ Princess Eri? Sweet kid. the Minish like her.”
Miruko: “Miruko was always more for the sea than the throne.”
Nemuri: “The Queen of Hyrule is... well. Intimedating?”
Melissa: “Oh, Melissa! She’s a good friend, and real smart!”
The next panel has the Third OfA User, aka the Hero of the Decline Era, crossing his arms and looking away silently. He’s labled “Absolutely not going to talk about it.”
The third panel has Nana, the Hero of Time, laughing and saying “Oh, I can’t even describe him to you. You’d just have to wait until you meet him.” extra text adds ‘again’, ‘hehehe’, and ‘in 2 decades, still pranksters’
The fourth panel has Toshi, the Hero of Legend, shrugging and saying “You’re going to have to be more specific...” and continuing to list places he’s traveled around various royal faces. One is hidden by a scratch mark in the corner.
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swiftiesforpeeta · 10 months
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sirius celebrating his 22nd bday in azkaban 4 days after his whole life was torn apart 😍
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vegetavegetason · 11 months
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BRUUHHHHHH i have to stop being such a romantic i just thought after falling in love with bulma vegeta didnt dream of immortality cause he couldn’t bear a life without her
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sleepysnk · 2 years
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kinda wish draken was blowing my back :/
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pretty-emo-dad · 2 years
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Yes Mike having the same backpack all these years is adorable yes it is symbolic and heart breaking
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polaraffect · 7 months
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the worst feeling in the world is thinking you understand something and then taking a quiz on it and realizing that actually, you understood nothing at all
#damien.txt#my quiz grade wasn't That bad but it was also... not good#and i am frustrated because i feel like a lot of the stuff on the quiz was. not really discussed in depth in class#and now really all i want to do is go home and lay down in bed and maybe cry a bit#because i cannot deal with academic failure#but also i have a whole project due today that i need to work on so. literally cant do that#sighh. considering going to my professor's office hours to talk to him about this quiz bc. some of the questions man.#also maybe i can get him to take pity on me <3#i think i am maybe doing not as good as most of the people in this class which is.... rough. humbling.#i don't think that's ever happened to me before. but i think a lot of this is going over my head maybe#and bc this has never happened before i have no idea how to ask for help!!! ahhhhh!!!#literally it's compounding so much actually. like im getting lower grades on essays in this class than i ever have before in other classes#and it can't be that my writing is worse or something because i'm still getting higher grades in other classes?#so i guess it must be that i dont understand the content as well. but i literally have no idea what i don't understand#ahhhhh. Ahhhh!!! this class is not even in my field it's literally just a required class for my major!!!#i'm a literature major but we have to take like an 'advanced rhetoric' class and i took rhetorical historiography for some reason#and now. suffering. so much.#okay time to go. stare at a wall for an hour. and then start my project#academic.......... weapon...........................
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killuaisaprincess · 5 months
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🧸🎄🧸🎄
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