i spent some time reading today


june 20, 2017 

hey everyone!! i’m back from my (unannounced) brief hiatus… spring term was really busy for me, and i’ve spent these first three weeks of summer relaxing, which was very much needed. but, now i’m back and ready to go!! 

today i reviewed chemistry and translated some passages of the aeneid in preparation for my ap chemistry and ap latin courses next year. still made time for reading and art though :) 

glad to be back, and i hope everyone has a productive and restful summer!! <3


H part 6: Met H today, 3Aug, for more car fun.
A leopard never changes its spot. Even though we were busted by Men in Blue last week, we are back to having car fun today!

Met up with H and we drove to Marina Barrage. It was so windy and dark so we spent some time there hugging and kissing. My hand also slipped into her top and trying to find her raisin nipple and it took some effort! Her nips were semi erected during that time.

We got back to the car and drove to an empty carpark elsewhere and this time we were more straight-to-the-point because I’ve already entered her last Sat/Sun(read Part 5) & we knew we will be fucking again today. Our lust for each other is always so much that it is very hard to control and go home without some action.

Soon we stripped off our pants and underwear/panties. Took off her bra as usual and suck on her nips. Standard SOP to make her horny and wet. With her lying on the rear seats, I entered her moist pussy and god she was so tight and wet because we last fucked 4 days ago. Her raisin nips were erected by now and I suck on it as I fucked her.

We then changed to her being on top of me riding me as I sat down. Gosh she was taking so much initiative and fondled my balls with her right hand while she rode me. She also licked my ear and it felt so good. Soon she came and release more juices. Wished I could video down the action but she’s still shy about it so I gotta respect that.

She rode me for a good 10mins+ and sat beside me and fondled my balls again while I jerk off myself until I came. Alot! Cannot cum inside her this time as its not her safe period. Cant wait to creampie her again :)

Attached her yoga pics which she sent me. Do you think she looks hot?
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Inked (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Summary: After spending the afternoon drawing all over your legs in sharpie, you’re worried a certain supersoldier won’t be a fan of your new tattooed look, but if nothing else, Steve Rogers is a man who’s full of surprises.

Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N- inspired by “Ink my Skin” by the wonderful @fvckingsteverogers (their story is super cute- read it HERE) and by the fact that this is how I actually spent my afternoon today… well the drawing all over myself part anyway ;) (seriously my legs are covered in sharpie and I have work tomorrow.. thank goodness for long pants) Enjoy the fluff!

Warnings: none, I don’t even think I swore in this one!

Words: 2,833

You looked around your apartment and sighed contentedly, it’d been ages since you’d had time to really go through and clean the place, but since Steve had been on mission for the past week you could finally dedicate some time to clearing out your embarrassingly cluttered apartment. It’s not that you couldn’t clean when he was around, but when he had a day, or hell even an afternoon off, all thoughts of cleaning and productivity were thrown out the window. Even if Steve insisted that he didn’t want to distract you from your work, you just couldn’t keep your hands off of him if he was within arm’s reach.

You reached down and pulled up on the black trash bag lying at your feet, tossing it over your shoulder with a grunt, you carried it towards the front door and plopped it down by the other two trash bags that you told yourself you’d take out later. It was rainy and crummy today, and the last thing you wanted to do was run across the parking lot of your building just to throw out the trash. With Steve away you knew it was more than likely that you’d leave it there for a few days- with no one around to impress, your motivation to keep things super tidy waned, to say the least- but at the very least you knew you wanted to take out the trash before Steve got back from his mission, just so he wouldn’t have to do it.

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In a fine old tradition

My physical copy of the new Blue Rose RPG arrived today, and I spent some time reading. I had noted the the continuation of the option to play talking telepathic animals- it’s a fine old tradition in the genre Blue Rose is trying to emulate.

I had not noticed that they’d rather expanded the list of playable talking telepathic animals from the old version.  Before it was just fairly standard. Cats, wolves, horses, etc.

The new Blue Rose includes an option,  as a playable, starting PC: Intelligent, telepathic crocodiles, who like all talking telepathic animals can bond deeply with a chosen human.

And I am -totally down- to play Fantasy Buddy cops  Steve Irwin and his talking telepathic crocodile partner. THEY WILL FIGHT ALL THE CRIME.

For a Good Time

Chapter 4

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Pairing: Natan

Word Count: 3900

Warnings: swearing, food mention

Rating: M (this chapter is SFW)

Summary: A phone number scrawled across a dark, dirty bathroom stall prompts a drunk Natalie to make a phone call. When Lucifer answers, he agrees to help her find her way home. Natalie clings to the impatient man, who wants nothing more than to never see her again. Of course, he never gets what he wants.

The sky shattered into a million fragments of light through the clouds that overcast morning. Slivers of the sunrise managed to peek through and wink down at Luce as he scrubbed the soapy sponge against the side of the fire engine, working a stubborn grease stain away. The humid spring morning promised a hot day to follow, and perspiration dotted his forehead, despite the fact that he’d already pulled off his dark t-shirt.

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Today I got a grade that I’m really not happy with. My first Literature assignment was graded a low C. I spent some time moping in bed before I could even read my tutor’s annotations to my essays, and after reading them, I’m still frustrated. Despite having a clearer picture of what I need to be writing, I feel like I haven’t had practice in what the essays ask me to do. 

I’ve emailed my tutor asking if I can submit a practice essay just to make sure I’m headed in the right direction, and hopefully he says yes. I’ve also scheduled in some additional revision.

I thought moving forward in the right direction would make me feel better, but actually I still feel the same. It’s frustrating to get a grade you don’t like in a subject you’re passionate about, and even more so because my tutor said it was well written, just not right. 

This has been an unwanted but needed lesson for me. My perfectionism makes it seem easier to not try and not succeed than to put in real effort and fail. I put in effort, my effort wasn’t good enough, and I had to ask for help. And even if it doesn’t feel great, it’s okay, because now that I’ve tried, I can get better. If I hadn’t tried at all, I’d be stuck here forever. 

Time to get to work!


Meeting the yogscast. was one of the best things ever! They were all so lovely and sweet, even had some banter with Kev there security guard! I was super nervous but they made me feel happy, and spent loads of time talking to everyone!. Not only that but whilst waiting in line I met some awesome and super friendly yognaught’s willing to chat to pass the time. Through my anxiety and depression I made myself go and I am glad I did, I got to thank Lewis for everything he has done, I have been a yognaught since the SOI days and still love it today.

[08.08.17 | 8/100 days of productivity]

Today I…

  • Did my daily devotional
  • Read 2 Corinthians 6-9
  • Did some ap bio notes + homework

I spent way to much time on ap bio… ^^; I need to stop procrastinating. 

Later I’m planning to do some apush homework (hopefully finish most of it), some more ap bio homework, some act prep, and some spanish review. 

Bad Habits and Adventures in Babysitting (Fic Prompt/Request)

Anonymous said:

For the Friday fic requests: Sarada has to learn the chakra-enhanced strength from someone other than Sakura, since she seems surprised by it. Maybe she learned it from Tsunade? Or just Sarada and Tsunade hanging out.

Title: Bad Habits and Adventures in Babysitting

Rating: T (for language)

Pairing: None (hints SasuSaku)

Author’s Note: A big thank you to michellechaerae21 for beta-reading this for me.

Blanket Fic Disclaimer:

The backyard of the Uchiha house is littered with toys, books and blocks. In the middle of the mess, a tiny dark-haired girl clutches a handful of cards in her hands. She considers them, then the two rows of similar ones in front of her, a scowl of concentration that Tsunade has seen before.

She can’t decide if Sarada looks more like Sasuke or Sakura right now.

The tiny girl seems to decide something and picks one of her cards out, then shows it to Tsundate – who promptly groans, because it’s the requisite card to complete the final suit, and it’s the third straight game of hanafuda that Sarada has won.

Tsunade frowns at her. “Are you sure you aren’t cheating?”

Sarada’s cheeks puff out in annoyance, and Tsunade snorts.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I offend your delicate sensibilities?” she asks dryly, digging into her money-purse for the agreed-upon reward and handing over a few bills.

She’s not so heartless a gambler that she would take money from a toddler, but she’s wondering if she should reconsider that. Or at the very least, ask Sakura if she can bring Sarada with her on her next trip to Tanzaku Town.

Probably not a good idea. She’s going to have a fit already when she finds out I taught her daughter to gamble.

Granted, it’s barely gambling but that argument will be lost on her apprentice, who internalised far more of Shizune’s morals than Tsunade’s vices.

Sakura and Sasuke are out today, attending a private meeting with Naruto and the Kage from all the hidden villages. As the heroes of the Fourth Shinobi War, the former Team 7 are often asked to these summits as a matter of formality. It’s rare that any of them can attend, let alone all three together.

Tsunade was asked to attend as well, out of respect to her former office, but she’s more than happy to say no.

(She is so relieved to be finished with that job.)

Sarada gravely accepts Tsunade’s proffered bills, counts them with a business-like expression, and then carefully folds them into the tiny pocket of her red cardigan.

(Honestly, where does Sakura get off dressing Sarada like a doll? It’s entirely too adorable and does not make it easy to say ‘no’ to the child.)

“And what are you going to do with your newfound wealth?” Tsunade asks, amused.

“Present for Mama and Papa,” the tot tells her unabashedly.

Her devotion to her parents has been evident from the moment Tsunade first met her, a tiny pink infant that cried whenever anyone but her father or mother held her. It’s easy to understand that connection to Sakura, of course, but for Sasuke, Tsunade still has a hard time seeing him as a father.

Even Naruto gives off more of a father-vibe than the older Uchiha.

Tsunade never had time to get to know Sasuke as a child, and so her faith in him never extended as far as his former genin squad’s did. After the shit he pulled as a teenager, not least of all the threat to kill her, she finds it hard to trust him.

No matter how many journeys of redemption he goes on.

It’s not just his personality—in her opinion, anyone taught by Orochimaru has to be a special kind of messed up. The only reason she never crushed the sullen-faced brat back then was because he meant too much to Sakura and Naruto.

These days, she refrains from that sort of behaviour because she’s besotted with his daughter.

Tsunade has vowed (to herself and to Sasuke’s face) to reduce the man to paste if he ever hurts either of his girls ever again.

(Sasuke has, in turn, vowed to let her, which has her grudgingly acknowledging that there might be some hope for him.)

It’s one reason she finds as many excuses as possible to babysit Sarada, a duty she’s almost come to blows with Mebuki Haruno over. (That woman takes her grandmother responsibilities scary seriously.) The other reason is, of course, that Tsunade will never have children or grandchildren of her own. Sarada, in many ways, represents one of the few legacies she’ll leave.

(There’s Naruto, of course, but that’s a different kind of legacy and it’s not belonging to her only. She still smiles whenever she sees him, seeing Nawaki and Dan in his spirit. She eagerly awaits the day he becomes Hokage.)

Today Mebuki and Kizashi are out of town on some sort of couples holiday, which left Tsunade to greedily volunteer to watch the littlest Uchiha. They spent the morning playing every game and reading every book Sarada owned, and somehow Tsunade found herself teaching the kid to play cards.

“Gramma Tsuna?” Sarada pipes up, startling her back to the present. She glances over to see the toddler holding up a fistful of cards again, hopeful. “Again?”

“All right,” she says, grinning. “But this time, you will be putting down a wager too, so I can make back some of the money.”

“No you won’t,” Sarada singsongs.

“Oh, yes, I will you little–” Tsunade reaches into her money-purse again, ready to extract some more money and freezes.

There is nothing there.

She stares desperately into the voluminous pouch, feeling into the corners for any sign she has something left.

Damn it! That was supposed to be spent on dinner! I didn’t know I was that broke! How did I already lose so much?

How does she get into these situations?

Tsunade’s eye twitches, and before she can stop herself she punches the ground in minor frustration. There’s hardly any real effort behind it, but after a loud crack a giant fissure suddenly splits through the yard, turning up dirt and rocks as it goes. The chasm stops only after it has destroyed a chunk of the tiny vegetable garden in the corner.

Forget the gambling. Sakura’s going to destroy me for ruining her yard and traumatising her child!

Tsunade glances back at Sarada, ready to comfort her and assure her that nothing’s wrong. Instead of crying, however, or looking in the least bit scared, Sarada stares at her with her mouth wide.

“You’re like Mama,” she says, her tone low and reverent, and Tsunade has a suspicion she’s been paid the greatest compliment a three-year-old girl can muster.

“Just a little,” Tsunade grins, not bothering to correct the tiny child.

Sarada continues to look amazed, then shakes it off, looks at her own tiny hands with a frown and nods to herself. Before Tsunade’s bemused face, she balls up her fist and hits the ground beside her as well.

To Tsunade’s shock, several tiny cracks radiate outwards—creating a spider web of fissures about the size of dinner plate.

“Well, fuck me,” she mutters, staring at the indentation in the earth.

If this kid can manage just that at the age of three, I can’t even imagine what she’ll be like as a genin. Sakura and Sasuke are in for it…

“That’s a bad word,” Sarada informs her dutifully, and looking a little put-out that her display didn’t earn some type of praise.

I guarantee you, kid, both your parents have said worse…but it still doesn’t mean I want them knowing about it!

“Tell you what. You don’t tell your Mama that you heard me say that, and I’ll show you how to make a bigger hole in the ground with your fist.”

Sarada’s eyes light up. “Promise?”

“Yeah,” Tsunade says. “But…there are rules. We only ever do this outside because we don’t want to break anything.”

Sarada nods thoughtfully, accepting this as logical.

“And…we will keep it a secret between you and me,” Tsunade adds. She isn’t completely sure Sakura and Sasuke intend to train their daughter as a ninja—if they do, Sasuke will likely focus on Uchiha techniques. And Sakura, as strong-minded as she is, tends to give way for things Sasuke wants.

And there’s nothing wrong with that.

But it looks like Sarada might have better chakra control than her mother and added to the possibility of developing a Sharingan—

This kid has a bright future ahead of her. Who knows? Maybe one day she’ll become Hokage?


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A/N: I don’t know what to do with this  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Summary: Reader’s rather horrible day takes a turn as she meets the two lead actors of her favorite show.

Characters: Jensen x College!Reader x Jared

Warnings: None

1030 Words

Originally posted by official-knight-of-hell

Your eyes shot open the second you heard your familiar alarm by Asia. You instantly turned it off and checked the time. You groaned, if you didn’t leave in ten minutes, you’d be late for your last exam.

Quickly, you got yourself ready and dressed and prayed that you won’t be late so you could write the exam that you’ve studied so hard for.

Thankfully, you weren’t late, but that didn’t stop the rest of the day from not going your way.

The moment you got back to your small apartment after finishing your last exam, you had decided to take a relaxing shower, only to find it was freezing.

Then you wanted to have some microwavable dinner, but the electricity went out.

You snapped when you couldn’t find your phone anywhere, you had promised a week ago that you’d call your mom today.

God, you hate Tuesdays.

You looked outside. It wasn’t dark yet, and since you had spent some time in the library earlier today, you’d figured that’s where you left your phone.

You walked in the library but stopped in your tracks at what you saw. A camera was pointed in your direction with a large crew behind it. You saw that the camera was filming two actors sitting at one of the tables, who looked like they were reading through books.

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The Blair Witch Project

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader
Word count: 1,000
Warnings: Fluff.
Challenge:  This was written for @sdavid09‘s Tale Tellers Fright Night 2016 Challenge.  My movie was The Blair Witch Project and my dialog was ‘Can I sleep with you tonight’

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Jerome Valeska Imagine #5: Books

Pairing: Jerome x Reader

Warnings: None

Requested: No


You slid your hand across the bookshelf, looking for a book to buy. You were into any genre of book, so it made it hard to pick just one. When you picked one, you walked to the counter.

“Um, excuse me?” You asked the empty counter. You looked through the slightly ajar door and saw a boy with red hair with his pants down, his manhood plowing a woman’s behind, both beginning to moan rather loudly. Your eyes widened in shock and you left your money there on the counter and left. As you left the bookstore, the redhead came out of the room saw you walk quickly down the sidewalk.

The girl then came out of the room and hugged him from behind, “that was amazing, babe.”

The boy got angry, “don’t call me babe.”

The girl then backed away from the boy and went back to work.

Jerome looked down at the counter sadly, the girl who just left, it being you, was his girlfriend. His eyes began to tear up.


You wiped the tears from your eyes as you began to pack your things. The scene still playing in your head. Repeating every single thing. When you heard the door open, you quickly zipped up the duffle bag and walked out of it, Jerome walking up to you, “Y/N please.”

Ignoring him, you shove him out of the way and walk past him, only for him to grab your wrist forcefully and pull you back, “you aren’t going anywhere.” He growled.

You looked at Jerome with fear, your eyes beginning to water. He knew you had been in a previous relationship like this and vowed to never be the man your ex was. Jerome was a villainous man, but never towards the people he loved most. You shut your eyes and pulled away as soon as his facial features began to soften. “Y/N,” he spoke softly after you left out the door.

You walked the streets of Gotham, not knowing where to go. You looked down at your stomach, then back up, knowing exactly where to go. You went to the Gotham Library and went to the children section. You sat in the small gazebo and red a lot of baby books. Something your mother did when she was pregnant with you.

You read aloud, reading to the baby growing in your belly. You smiled at every word you said. The books you read, putting you in a good mood. You read and read until you fell asleep in the gazebo, a book covering your face.

Someone woke you up an hour later, it being your cheating boyfriend. He looked at you with vulnerable eyes, “Y/N, baby please. I’m sorry. I know what I did was really wrong, but I promise I won’t do it again. I swear on my own stupid life I won’t. Please just come home.” He sniffled.

“Why Jerome? Why did you do it? What did I do wrong?” You asked him.

He scooted closer to you, actually fitting in the thing together, and cupped your face, “you did nothing wrong, doll. Nothing. It was me. I was alone with a girl, and I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants. I’m so sorry. And I’m so fucking sorry for grabbing your wrist so harshly. I promised a lot of shit and I can’t keep any of them. But the one thing I can promise and will keep is the fact that I love you. I love you so much. I love you and our child.”

“Jerome, h-”

“I understand. If you don’t want-”

You roll your eyes and cut him off with a kiss. He kisses back immediately and passionately, as if he almost lost you. His arms wrapped around you and pulled you into his chest. You two fell onto the pillows that lay there. Jerome on top of you, his thumb caressing your cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Jerome, but I can’t forgive you that easily.”

His face fell. “Why not?”

“Because what you did really hurt me, J. How long-”

“It was just that time. I promise.” He interrupted you, looking into your eyes.

You looked at him, “make it up to me, and we’ll see.” You say.

“How about I spend the rest of my life providing for you two,” he poked your belly.

“How did you know-”

“I saw the test in the bathroom. Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked you.

“I wanted to, today at the store, but-” you stopped yourself.

“Oh,” he said, then stayed silent.

His face falls, but you lift his chin, “but you know now.” You smile. “And I still love you, and I know somewhere inside all that mean and cruel, is a caring, beating heart. I know you won’t do it again, J. I know you.”

He smiled at your kind words. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You kiss him.

You pull away, but then Jerome brings you back into the sweet kiss. You hum into it as you pull away, “wanna stay with me and read these books I grabbed?”

“Boy would I love too!” He smiled widely like a young boy. “Read away, doll.” He smiled as he made himself comfortable.

The rest of the day you and Jerome sat in the library reading children’s books. Then spent some time talking about your baby.


Note: I worked five hours today and I’m still a small ball of energy!😊


🎅 Merry Christmas Everyone 🎅
I hope everyone to have the most wonderful time of the year!

How was your week?
I spent my time on doing things that I love like reading, watching movies, playing guitar, painting and hanging out with friends!
Most importantly, having some time with my family 🌼

I dedicated a few of my bujo pages on things about Chirstmas
I am posting it later today so be excited if you want to lol

And thank you for 600+ follows! I think it’s one of the greatest gifts I’ve received this year!
Happy holidays!

anonymous asked:

ahh i love your writing, and i'm currently scrolling through your blog reading everything anyways, i was wondering if you could do a herc x peggy oneshot? just realized today that they'd actually be p cute and i love them thanks in advance! x

Leggy and Herc and Peggy are so underappreciated and so lovely 


High school teachers lie. Which, was actually quite vague. Peggy let her head fall, hitting the table beneath her. She spent all this time stressing for college - which in some cases was true, exam weeks were worse than hell itself - but other than that?

“It only gets worse in college!”

“This work load will seem light when you get to college.”

“We’re just preparing you for the future.”

Yeah, well the test she was supposed to take today was postponed to next week because the professor just watched the Season 12 finale of Supernatural and was in too much distress they stayed up the whole night on tumblr and didn’t want to grade any tests.

So, in order to not forget what she’d learned about three and a half weeks ago, here she was, sitting at a small cafe, re-reading her notes and the book she’d wanted to read in high school but never had the time. 

She set her chin on the table, looking up as she heard footsteps approach. Herc was walking towards her, holding a coffee for him and a cup of tea for her. He sat them down and she grunted a thank you, grabbing the cup and sipping her tea, ignoring the baffled look Herc gave her as the tea was scolding hot.

“Some days I think - hey, college rocks! Some days I want to down every thing with caffeine in it and kill myself and everyone I see.”

Herc, without a word, slowly reached out, grabbing her tea from her hand and setting it down in front of him. “What are you studying right now?”

She gestured at her book, “At this point it’s a bunch of words and numbers!”

He laughed, turning her text book from her. “Babe, what class is the test in?”


“So why are you looking through your history book?”

Herc heard nothing and looked up, seeing a stunned look on her face. “I’m studying what?”

“This…is your history text book.”

“Oh God.” She let her head fall onto the table with a loud thud, and Herc winced. 

“I haven’t slept in so long.”

“Okay well you have been around Alex for too long lately you’re gaining his habits.”

She groaned again, not moving her head and he laughed. “C’mon babe. You’re smart - even if you don’t pass the test your professor is so chill she’ll probably let you do something to help boost your grade!”

“But I need this!” She sat up, “My sisters have things going for them Hercules! Angelica is this strong independent woman who’s gonna make it big cause she’s a go getter and she’s smart and - and Eliza! She’s so sweet and she’s innocent but she’s kind and she’s a freaking genius and then there’s me! The youngest sister! That’s all I have Herc! I’m the ‘sister of Angelica!’ or the ‘sister of Eliza!’”

He reached out, grabbing her smaller hand, holding it gently as he waited for her to breath.

“You know that’s not true baby.”

“Yes it is!”

“No, Pegs, you are the sweetest person I have ever met. You’re the one people go to when they literally don’t know where to go, you’re the person people trust with secrets they can’t trust anyone with, you’re the one people invite places first, people ask you for advice first, you’re always top of your classes, literally no one in your classes hates you, you’ve been asked out by so many people I’ve lost count.”

“You’re my beautiful, sweet, caring, adorable, innocent, perfect girlfriend. And I know right now, you feel like since you’re the youngest nothing is going for you, but you’ve never been so wrong. Do you know how many times Angie and Eliza brag about having you as a sister? Someone so confident you’ll wear the oddest mix of designs and not care. Someone so loyal you’re ready to cut someone’s throat yet people go to you first when they need someone.”

She felt herself choke up, and her chin wobbled a bit.

“I knew there was a reason I picked you over Laf.” She teased and he chuckled.

“Yeah well, I’m the one who got blessed.”

She giggled, “Keep talking sweet and you’ll get a little more than just being blessed.”

She laughed as he smiled, his cheeks turning red. 


I just finished up my online tasks, so now it’s time for me to just read my War and Culture book. It’s raining torrents over where I live, and I sat next to my living room window so I could get some much needed fresh air.

Last night I spent some time with my Passion Planner and really mapped out this week. Although a lot of stuff is filled, I’m completely okay that things are subject to change. 

On another note, Lucerne Lake, Switzerland looks lovely today. :3


Akko Week Day 2 ☆ Childhood

Rating: G

Words: 3448

Notes: AU where Akko is a onmyouji but still is in love with Shiny Chariot’s magic. Andrew is the same as canon and due to circumstances, they meet as kids and it’s all downhill from there.



Akko dodged her maid’s hand, bringing out her makeshift wand and transfigured the new maid into a tiny, fluffy dog. “Say woof.”

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