#✧toria answers

[vtoriacore]

HIIIIIIII WELCOME BACK

HIIIII IM BACK TO THE HELLSITE OFFICIALLY, time to get back into the brain rot teehee 💕‼️

[ask-victoria-page]

Dear Victoria,

What is your perfect vacation destination? If any at all, in case you prefer the comfort of your home more.

— E. de S.

E. de S.,

I can't say that my home, if you can even call it that, is a comforting space. Truthfully, any place outside of London would be preferable. If I had to choose, however, the mountains seem like a nice destination. I've read that the Alps are particularly beautiful this time of year.

Toria Page

[ephixltes]

Fight me, Nightingale.

“Do your worst. I’m prepared for anything.”

[ahogedetective]

“I’m not a photographer, but I can picture me and you together.” There’s the most satisfied look on his face as he flashes finger guns at the detective. ~ @chxrgebxltmeltdown

@chxrgebxltmeltdown !!!

"H-Huh?" That terribly cheesy pick up line, aside: even just the fact that Denki was trying to hit on him, made that flustered yelp leave him. "W...Wh-What are you saying all of a sudden?? Gggghh...."

Huffing, he just darts his eyes away. Giving a flustered little pout. "H...Hmph....d-don't tease me while saying s-such ridiculous things...."

[ltcmdrdax]

PESTER (SELECTIVE) DAX HOSTS!

UNPROMPTED,   always accepting.

@colnerys​ said:  'm sorry for making out with ur widow, torias 😶

“i can’t find it in me to be upset at that.   if it’s not me,  someone should be kissing her,”

[obsessedwithceleste]

Dancing With Our Hands Tied

Mattheo Riddle x Slytherin reader

Prompt 4 of @thatdammchickennugget ‘s hogmarch challenge🫶🏽 and dedicated to this psychic anon request 💕

Summary: I’d kiss you as the lights went out, Swaying as the room burned down, I’d hold you as the water rushes in, If I could dance with you again.

word count: 4k

©️ obsessedwithceleste. all works posted here belong to me and should not be reposted or copied in any way or form.

You watch silently from across the Slytherin common room as yet another girl places her hand flirtatiously on Mattheo’s chest, batting her lashes with that seductive grin you knew all too well from watching all the other girls do it too.

“Go to the dance with me?” Her lips read as she leaned closer to your friend.

You can’t help but smile as Mattheo just rolls his eyes, moving away from the girl, not giving her more than a shake of his head.

The girl’s mouth hangs open in shock of the rejection. Really she should be flattered you thought dryly to yourself. She’d made it significantly further than others you’d witnessed.

Truth was, you’d had a massive crush on Mattheo since you were kids, and watching as he rejected girl after girl was much more entertaining than you cared to admit.

Growing up, you’d always admired his bold brashness, and willingness to say whatever came to mind. The two of you had always gotten into trouble together, bouncing mischievous ideas back and forth. The summer before coming to Hogwarts, your mother had given you a heart shaped locket, and Mattheo had insisted that a photo of the two of you go inside it.

"In case we don't go to the same house." The boy had reasoned.

But of course, he’d never seen you as anything more than a friend, and unfortunately, the cringey, cliche nature of the situation was not lost on you. Even now, as you mindlessly fingered the carefully disillusioned pendant while Mattheo stalked towards your group with an air of agitation.

“Bloody hell I can’t wait for this fucking Yule ball rubbish to be over and done with,” Mattheo states flatly as he sits down lazily on the sofa next to you.

“Just pick a girl to go with then. They’ll leave you alone if they think you have a date. Why do you think I asked Daph so early on?” Theo replies, not bothering to look up from his book.

Daphne whacks him with her textbook.

You watch as Mattheo tilts his head in consideration before his eyes shift over to you, a sly grin forming on his face.

“Don’t even think about,” you say, holding up your hand as if to block out whatever idiocy the boy was about to spew.

Now it’s Mattheo’s turn to open his mouth in shock.

“Wha- you don’t even know what I was gonna say!”

“You were going to ask me if I’d go to the dance with you,” you reply dryly. “Honestly Matt, I’m not stupid.”

“Well will you?” He asks, giving you his most charming smile.

“I’m already going with Blaise.” You respond.

Looking back, had it been a bit of a rash decision? Yes. But you had made peace with the fact that Mattheo likely wouldn’t ask you to be his date, and Blaise was one of your best friends. You knew you’d have a good time with him, and all your other friends had been pairing up.

“Tell Blaise to go with Astoria,” Mattheo reasons.

“Toria is already going with Enzo.” Daphne intervenes.

“What about Pansy?”

“She and Millicent got accosted by Crabbe and Goyle last I heard,” Theo replies.

“He can go with Draco then! People already mistake them for gay lovers anyway.”

“Matt, you know Draco is trying to muster up the courage to ask Harry. Don’t be dense.” You reply.

“Oh come on! How do you all have this sorted out already? The ball was only announced yesterday!”

“We organized it at dinner,” Daphne responds, as if the answer was obvious.

“You mean while I was in detention?” Mattheo asks incredulously, only to be met with a chorus of ‘yes’ and ‘mhms’.

You look over as your friend slumps into the sofa in defeat, a wave of slight guilt washing over you.

“Lighten up Matt, you’ve already been asked by a handful of girls today, you’ll be able to find someone to go with easy,” you say.

“Not with anyone who matters,” he grumbles, so low that you almost miss it.

A week had gone by and you were about to lose your mind. You thought that after the initial conversation in the common room, Mattheo would relent and just pick one of his many admirers to take to the ball. You really should’ve known better. You’d known the boy long enough to know that once he had his mind set on something, there was really nothing in the world that could stop him. You just never thought that you would be what he set his mind to.

“Matt, I’ve told you a million times, I’m already going to the ball with Blaise,” you groan, collapsing on your bed as the raven haired boy follows you into your dorm.

“Well lucky for you, I have the perfect plan to steal you away from ole Blaisey boy,” Mattheo says, his signature smirk in place.

You roll your eyes, leaning back on your bed as you wait for him to continue.

“It’s easy. You just have to date me,” Mattheo replies, as if his idea was particularly clever.

You let out a rather unattractive snort as your heart clenches. It felt as though it might pound out of your chest.

“Matt, that has to be the worst idea you’ve ever had. And you’ve had a lot of really bad ideas.”

Though asking the girl that’s fancied him for years to pretend to date him, only for him to snatch it all away again a few weeks later probably had to be one of the cruelest, you thought to yourself.

“Oh c’mon. There’s no way Blaise would be offended if you ditched him if we said we were together. He’s a perfectly reasonable bloke. He’d understand!”

You shake your head once more. There was no way you were pretending to date the boy you had been pining after for this long. It was only going to end in one way. Heart break. And not on his end.

“Bloody hell. What if I can get Luna to go in your place. Will you do it then? We both know he’s been eyeing that loon up for months.”

“Don’t call her a loon Matty.” You tilt your head in consideration however.

If he was willing to actually encourage Blaise’s love life, and be willing to get intermixed within the logistics of it all, he must be desperate. And you had been dying to set the two of them up, you supposed.

But you just couldn’t shake the bad feeling this whole situation gave you. It couldn’t be all that bad though, right? You reasoned. You’d gotten this far without Matt realizing your feelings, a few weeks of bliss surely couldn’t hurt.

“Alright. Fine. I’ll tell Blaise we got together and that I want to go to the ball with you, only if Luna agrees to go with him instead.”

Mattheo immediately brightens at your words, a self satisfied grin spreading across his face.

“Good. Because I already told Blaise that we were together and that I was taking you to the ball,” he says quickly. “Also- considering Blaise is more of a yapper than people give him credit for, the rest of the group definitely already knows.”

Your mouth drops open as you glare at the boy in front of you.

“Matt. What on earth. Did you tell him?” You grit out, praying to Salazar that Blaise hadn’t embarrassed you too much.

Mattheo shrugs. “Just told him that we had been out by the lake on one of our walks and I kissed you. One thing led to another and I asked you out. He seemed to believe it pretty easily actually.”

The boy looked all too calm about making up a whole scenario in which he made out with his best friend for your liking.

You purse your lips, taking a deep sigh. What did you see in this boy?

“Mattheo.”

“Yes love?”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“Can’t do that love, you wouldn’t kill your boyfriend.”

You continue to glare at the boy, fingers gripping tightly around your wand.

“Easy there, pretty,” Mattheo laughs nervously, slowly edging closer to you with a bashful grin.

“You better have thought this through Riddle. Because I’m telling you right now, that this is a bad idea.”

It was too easy. You know that much clearly. The two of you, you and Mattheo that is, walk silently along the streets of Hogsmeade, your friends surrounding you, shielding you from the brisk winter air. Mattheo's arm is wrapped securely around you, hand tucked into your jacket pocket, your fingers intertwined. It was so warm. So comfortable. So effortless, as if you had spent forever with his hands in your pockets.

Blaise and Daphne had been the only ones to know of your secret feelings towards your best friend, yet not a single one of the others looked particularly shocked when the both of you showed up in the common room wrapped in each others arms one night.

“Bout bloody time,” you’d heard Theo grunt to Draco from across the fireplace.

Daphne of course had been utterly elated for you, and Blaise had made sure you knew that there were no hard feelings about switching dates for the ball. Especially after he had secured one Miss Luna Lovegood as his date with the surprising help of Mattheo.

A warm squeeze of your hand shakes you from your thoughts as your group comes to stop outside of The Three Broomsticks.

“You sure you don’t want to come down to the shops, y/n?” Daphne asks looking back at you as she forges on with Astoria and Millicent.

“Bloody hell, yes! She’ll be fine with me. You can’t have her to yourself all the time!” Pansy says with exasperation, shooing the other girls away and linking her arm through yours on your free side.

The bell above the door rings lightly as the rest of your group enters the warm tavern, Theo and Enzo racing to secure your usual table.

“Hey Matty!” A voice shouts, stopping your trio in your tracks.

You turn to see another booth filled with familiar looking Hogwarts students and recognize one of the girls you’d watch Mattheo reject just a few days ago.

“Come sit with us,” she continues, attempting to wave him over.

Pansy gives the girl a sneer as you walk past, Mattheo not even sparing a glance in their direction.

“Don’t even know the bloody girl’s name,” he mumbles under his breath, causing you to let out a soft chuckle.

“Ey, what’s the hold up?” Theo shouts as you all hurry over to the table.

“Bloody hell. I thought y/n being my girlfriend would finally get those birds to back off,” Mattheo complains as he takes his seat in the booth.

His arm remains wrapped securely around you the entire time, sending warm tingles through you. It’s all an act, you have to remind yourself, pulling yourself out of your head.

Draco snorts at Mattheo’s grumbling.

“Half the school already thought you two were dating. Didn’t stop em then, so I don’t see why it’d stop them now.” He says matter of factly as the rest of the group nods in agreement.

“You lot are so dramatic. No one thought we were dating,” you sigh, rolling your eyes at your friends.

Their eyes flicker awkwardly back and forth between the lot of them. “Right.” Pansy says finally, bringing an end to the silence.

You glare pointedly at the girl.

“I’m going to the loo. Order me a butter beer Matty?” You say, standing up abruptly.

“I’ll come,” Pansy says quickly, going to rise as well.

“It’s fine Pans. I’m a big girl. Promise not to get attacked by a troll or nothin,” you say with a smile.

Mattheo opens his mouth to protest before closing it again and giving your hand a tight squeeze.

You make your way through the maze of tables, finally making it to the ladies room. Making a beeline to the sink, you take a breath, letting cool water splash against your face.

Salazar, you needed to get a grip. But everything about being with Mattheo felt so real. So natural. Which just meant it would feel all the more real when things ended. You take another moment to gather yourself, dabbing any remaining bits of water from your face. As your hand falls on the door handle to make your way back however, loud voices fill the hall.

“I don’t know what he sees in her,” a voice practically snarls. You can practically feel the malice, dripping from their lips.

“So it’s true then? Mattheo is taking that girl to the ball?” Another voice asks.

“I heard they’re dating.”

“They weren’t already?”

“I wonder if he’s taking her out of pity.”

A chorus of voices all say at once.

You immediately bristle, realizing they were talking about you.

“I hear she was the only one in their group who didn’t have a date and she practically forced him to take her.”

“I thought she was going with Blaise.”

Bloody hell. Where did they get all of this information?

“Whatever. It’s not like it matters either way. There’s no way they last. She’s a mess, and Mattheo has never been able to settle has he? It’s only a matter of time.”

You feel a deep frown form at the harsh words, but before you’re able to react, the bathroom door is pushed open and you’re face to face with the group of girls from before. The girl you had recognized as Mattheo’s reject smirks as she eyes you up and down before simply pushing past you. The rest of the girls follow, leaving you to wander back to your friends.

When you sit down again, Mattheo has a warm drink already waiting, and you let out a small smile as you cozy up next to the boy. No matter how hard you try to distract yourself however, the words of the girl’s echo through your mind.

Later that evening, you lay comfortably in bed with your head resting gently on Mattheo’s chest, hypnotized by the slow rise and fall. You hadn’t seen your roommates all day, and doubted they would be back if they weren’t there by now.

You lived for nights like these when Mattheo would bow out of whatever mischief Theo and Enzo had cooked up, and instead spend the evening holed up with you cuddling, talking, or getting into your own trouble. Your room had become a safe haven. A sacred oasis of sorts for the both of you to unwind, safe from the outside world.

“You were awfully quiet today at The Broomsticks.” Mattheo says, breaking the silence.

You only hum in response.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

“How are we going to break up?” You ask, rather abruptly, as you look up at your best friend.

Mattheo looks surprised at the question.

“I don’t know. Didn’t really think I’d get this far in my scheming to be quite honest. I suppose I figured we’d just say that we figured we’d be better off as friends, or something of the sort. You can blame the split on me though if you’d like.” He replies.

You move your head to look down once more, picking at the blankets.

“No, no. The friends thing is fine. When should we do it?”

“Trying to get rid of me already, love?” Mattheo asks with a laugh.

“I just want to know what to expect.” You say quietly, causing Mattheo to grow quiet as well.

“Alright. Then how about a few days after the ball? We say that the dance made us realize we were better off as friends, and everything goes back to the way it was.” He says finally.

You feel your heart crack at his words.

“Yeah. Exactly like how it was.” You repeat.

Smoothing your dress out one final time, you turn around to hear Daphne gasp.

“Oh that’s stunning,” she gushes, her own deep blue gown cascading elegantly around her in waves of silk.

You’d spent the last several hours or so in her and Pansy’s shared dorm getting ready for the ball with the other girls, though where Pansy had wandered off to you had no idea.

All you knew, was that you were bloody nervous. You didn’t think you would be. It was just like any other night you reasoned. You and Mattheo were with each other constantly. What difference did a pretty dress make?

“I think the boys are ready for us whenever we are. Toria, come get these shoes,” Daphne shouts.

Astoria really did look like a princess you think to yourself, her soft yellow gown billowing gently with every movement.

“Ready to go down?” She asks, seeming to float over.

“As I’ll ever be,” you respond with a nervous smile.

Giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze, Astoria slips on her shoes before making her way down to the common room, you and Daphne following close behind.

The boys are already congregated by the fireplace; their loud chattering could be heard across the room, but as soon as Theo’s eyes meet Daphne’s he freezes and the rest of the boys quiet down, noticing the shift.

Your eyes lock onto Mattheo’s and you slowly make your way over, nervously picking at your skirt with trembling fingers.

“Beautiful as always, y/n,” he says, smiling down at you when you finally reach him. Gently, he raises your hand to his lips, barely grazing over your shaking fingertips before looking back at you with his signature smirk.

“Where’s Draco?” You ask, not quite able to stomachs the intensity of his gaze.

“Had to be there early. Something about the champions and their dates having the first dance or something,” he replies easily, his hand finding its ever familiar place on your waist.

“Oh we are not missing that,” you say, your nerves quickly being replaced with excitement.

Mattheo grins back. “I knew we’d be on the same page,” he responds, tugging you towards the doors.

Together, the both of you rush to the main hall just in time to see Harry and Draco getting herded into a lineup of the champions to be paraded into the Great Hall.

“I certainly hope he took Snape’s dance lessons to heart,” you giggle.

It doesn’t take much longer for the rest of your group to join the both of you and soon enough you find yourselves following the flood of students into the newly decorated Great Hall.

It really was spectacular. The house elves clearly had spared no expense with thick, green trees covered in tinsel and ornaments lining the walls. Floating candles cast a warm glow about the room and the floor had the appearance of being covered in freshly fallen snow.

You watch, hiding a laugh, as Draco and Harry move awkwardly around the dance floor, almost colliding with Cedric and Cho on more than one occasion. Salazar help them.

Slowly, other couples begin to join the champions on the dance floor, swirling together in a sea of shimmering color.

“May I have this dance m’lady?” Mattheo asks with a lopsided grin.

Before you even have the chance to respond however, Mattheo is pulling you onto the dance floor, a look of pure delight across his face. There were very few times you remembered him looking this happy, and it melted your heart.

As the night progressed, Mattheo refused to leave your side, his hand rarely leaving your waist. Really, you hardly left the dance floor either. The few times you were able to escape with Daphne or Pansy to the punch bowl, Mattheo tracked you down shortly after, pulling you right back into his arms.

To say that you were in heaven was an understatement. You had spent hours daydreaming about what it might be like to have Mattheo’s hard-won affection to yourself. And now that you had it, you were practically floating. Which just made it all the more heart wrenching as you anticipated the inevitable. It was as if every move you made, every dance the two of you shared, was done with your hands tied.

People really weren’t going to believe your break up if he continued on like this, you’d thought at some point. But you couldn’t quite bring yourself to tell him to back off, especially as it grew later. Your time with him was fleeting after all.

“Bloody hell, Matt. Give the girl some breathing room,” Pansy exclaims after Mattheo had sought you out for the third time.

Mattheo just gives her a guilty grin before spinning you out onto the dance floor once more.

“I didn’t realize you liked dancing this much Matty,” you tease as the two of you away slowly on the floor.

“Oh I don’t. Just making sure I take full advantage of the night,” he replies, looking intently down at you.

You cock you head to the side.

“With you as my girl, I mean,” he adds. And before you’re able to put together another cohesive thought, his lips are on yours. In the middle of the dance floor.

Immediately it feels as though the lights had gone out, leaving the two of you alone in the room as you let your eyes flutter shut, focusing on the softness of Mattheo’s lips on yours. They move slowly at first. Carefully. Before quickly growing hungrier, more determined.

You barely register Mattheo’s fingers digging into you as he pulls you closer, and find yourself lost in the gentle sway as everything around you burns to the ground, leaving behind a fire growing steadily in your chest.

And just like that, you’re back in Mattheo’s arms as the water comes rushing in, jerking you back to reality. You stand frozen staring up at Mattheo as couples continue to move around you.

Had that really just happened?

“Um- fresh air. I think.” You stutter out, all but dragging the boy from the dance floor, praying no one had seen or noticed.

Mattheo wordlessly allows you to lead him out to the courtyard entrance before you all but collapse on one of the stone benches, still in shock.

“Please don’t avada me! I didn’t think that through entirely.”

“I don’t want to break up.” You say in unison.

“What was that?” Mattheo asks in surprise.

“No- hold on. Why in Salazar’s green bed sheets would I want to avada you?” You ask incredulously.

“More importantly, you don’t want to fake breakup?” Mattheo asks with a grin.

“Of course I don’t want to break up! I’ve fancied you for years!” You blurt out, slapping a hand over your mouth as soon as the words escape.

Mattheo looks at you with shock.

“No. I’ve fancied you for years. Why else do you think I refused to take anyone else to the ball?”

“Because you’re a stubborn arse,” you retort, barely processing the boy’s words.

He liked you?

The two of you stare at each other for another moment, still not fully believing the other as your minds race to put the pieces together.

It’s Mattheo who acts first, surging to connect your lips once more in a heated frenzy. It’s addicting really, the feeling of his soft lips against yours. The pull as he brings your bodies closer together. The warmth you can feel radiating off of him.

When you finally pull away this time, Mattheo’s eyes are shining down at you with that familiar intense gaze.

“We’re a pair of oblivious idiots, aren’t we?” You mumble, leaning into the boy.

“Well, you are. I haven’t exactly been subtle.” Mattheo replies with a snort, hugging you to his chest.

“Don’t be a twat. You’ve had girls fawning over you for years. What was I supposed to make of that?”

“I never looked payed them any mind, love. Think of it this way. I’ll just have years to make up for tonight,” he says with a cheeky smile.

You feel a familiar heat begin to rise in you once more as Mattheo takes hold of your arm, leading the way back to the dungeons.

“Oh I’ll hold you to that,” you reply, a mischievous smile making its way to your face.

“Wouldn’t expect anything less of you, love.”

[leohtttbriar]

digestive cheese and fruit

Written for trektober: Day 24 bodyswap

“I can kind of morph my face,” said Ezri. 

The minor rowdiness of their bar table entered a small era of pause and quiet as everyone who’d been arguing two seconds before was now looking at Ezri with open-mouthed bafflement. 

“What?” asked Miles.

Ezri, tipsy and loopy and relaxed, read nothing into his tone and answered easily: “You were talking about best party tricks.”

“Right,” said Julian. “I think he was asking more along the lines of: What on earth are you talking about?”

“That’s not any more clear than just ‘What’,” said Miles. 

“Of course it is,” said Julian. 

“You are so fucking English sometimes”—

“I just wanted help you communicate”—

“Ezri,” said Kira, leaning forward over her wine. “Can you please explain what you mean by ‘morph your face’?”

“Oh sure,” said Ezri with a smile. “Joined Trills can take on for a little bit”—she held two fingers up a centimeter apart—“the physical characteristics of past hosts.”

Benjamin set his beer down, heavily. 

“You’re kidding,” he said. 

Ezri looked over her shoulder to see who he was talking to. 

Kira said, “I don’t think she is….”

“But that’s marvelous!” said Julian. “Do one! Change your face!”

Ezri concentrated. Her face tickled. 

“Jesus Christ, you’ve gone blonde,” said Miles, as dramatically as if he was in a movie. 

“Emory!” said Ezri cheerfully.

“The gymnast?” asked Benjamin.

“Yup.”

“Okay, now do Torias,” said Benjamin. “I have a theory he was a handsome devil.”

Ezri complied.

Benjamin and Miles both whistled. 

Julian said, “Eh.”

Worf said, “I like his eyes.”

Everyone turned to Worf, surprised. He shrugged and sipped his wine. 

“I will say,” said Miles. “That it looks disgusting when you’re”—he drew a circle around his own face with a clumsy finger—“shifting.”

“No, it’s interesting,” said Julian. 

“Who are the other ones?” asked Kira, counting off on her fingers. “Torias, Emory—Lela?”

Ezri looked at Kira and changed her face. Kira said, “Oh, freckles.”

Ezri grinned. 

“Why did I not know this?” said Odo, who’d been watching silently and annoyed. “Could Jadzia do this?”

“She didn’t want you to know,” said Ezri. “She wanted to reveal it to you at the exact right time for the best comedic effect.”

Odo looked like he wanted to pout about this. Ezri’s grin widened and—

“I wouldn’t,” said Kira, quietly, to just Ezri. She smiled soft and sad.

Ezri backed away from her own cheer. “Oh,” she said. “Right. Not her.”

“Not her,” said Kira. 

Ezri was no longer feeling tipsy and loopy and relaxed. She frowned down at her drink. 

Benjamin put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed. He leaned close. “I like your face, old man. Especially this one. Don't go changing it around.” He poked her in the forehead. 

Ezri smiled back at him. “Thanks,” she said. “I like yours, too.”

[star-trek-pop-quiz]

Star Trek POP-QUIZ #21

( 09 / 03 / 2024 )

Question 1. Who was the first host of the Dax symbiont? a. Tobin b. Lela c. Torias d. Emony

Bonus Question: What was this host's occupation?

Question 2. TRUE OR FALSE Nyota Uhura is fluent in 37 languages and Hoshi Sato is fluent in 76 languages.

Bonus Question: TRUE OR FALSE While at Starfleet Academy, Nyota Uhura wrote 3 papers on Hoshi Sato.

Question 3. Which of these actresses has not played T'Pring? a. Mary Rice b. Arlene Martel c. Gia Sandhu d. Celia Lovsky

Question 4. Where did Deanna Troi study psychology? a. Starfleet b. Yale University c. Ni'Var Institute d. University of Betazed

Question 5. Fill-in Question! How many ships has Kathryn Janeway commanded?

Bonus Question: Name one ship she has commanded ( other than the USS Voyager ).

Score: __/ 5 + 3 bonus ( Answers under cut )

Question 1. b. Lela

+ Lela was a famous legislator in the Trillian government, and one of the first women to be appointed as a council member.

Question 2. FALSE. Although Nyota Uhura is fluent in 37 languages, Hoshi Sato was known to be fluent in 86 languages.

+ TRUE.

Question 3. d. Celia Lovsky

Question 4. d. University of Betazed

Question 5. 2.

+ She also commanded the USS Dauntless.

Happy ( late ) Women's Day!

[just-a-draco-girly]

The Secret - Chapter Five

CW: swearing, sexual themes

It's the day before the Yule Ball and I've spent the past week dodging Draco whenever I can due to the awkwardness that has existed between us since he asked me to go to the ball with him. However, I had forgotten that I still have to sit next to him in Potions and what is my last lesson today? Potions. I sit in my chair at the front of the class, twirling my quill between my fingers as I wait for the rest of the class to arrive. I'm mostly always early to class, as it allows me to prepare properly for the lesson and read through old notes that may come of use.

The chair beside me scrapes along the floor, causing my heart rate to increase and I drop my gaze to the desk before me. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch Draco as he drops his satchel onto the desk and sits himself down.

"Hey, Toria" He smiles and I lift my face in his direction, reciprocating his smile nervously.

"Hi" I mumble, biting my lip slightly and picking at the hairs on my quill.

"I was wondering when and where you'd like to meet up before the ball tomorrow" He speaks, searching through his bag for his quill and notebook.

"Um, probably ten minutes before at the bottom of the grand staircase" I reply, opening my notebook when Professor Snape opens the door to the classroom.

"Okay, I'll see you there" Draco responds curtly, before opening his own notebook and focusing on the front of the classroom where Professor Snape is stood. The lesson passes by quite peacefully with Draco and I occasionally stealing nervous glances at each other or asking the other for assistance on a complicated theory. Eventually, the professor tells us that we can pack away and leave. Whilst I am packing away my books Draco elbows me in the side.

"What?" I ask, picking up my bag and slinging it over my shoulder. He chuckles lowly, as I turn to face him. I raise an eyebrow before walking out of the classroom. Draco following closely behind me.

"You should've seen Pansy's face when I told her that I had a date for the Yule Ball" He laughs, now walking alongside me towards the stairs. "She was all like 'but Drakey-poo I thought you loved me'" He mimics Pansy's voice and flips invisible hair over his shoulder. I stifle a laugh while we walk up the stairs.

"Really?" I ask, giggling quietly. He nods, still chortling heavily whilst clutching his stomach. "Wow, she needs to really take a hint and move on" I speak, as we reach the top of the stairs before walking into the Great Hall.

"I know. Do you wanna come sit with me today? I don't think any of the Slytherins would mind. I mean apart from Pansy" He asks, stopping in front of me and causing me to halt in my tracks. I bite my lip, as butterflies erupt in my stomach. He's never asked me to sit with him at dinner before. Could this mean that he actually does like me? 

"I can't, I have to sit with Charlotte. She's got this whole plan for tomorrow that she has to go through with me and if I don't turn up she'll kill me when I get back to our dorm" I sigh, pouting as I glance up at the blonde intently.

"It's okay, maybe another time. Laters, baby" He smirks, winking subtly and causing my cheeks to heat up. I slap his arm as we enter the Great Hall.

"I swear to God, Draco. You say that one more time and I'll..." I speak, glaring up at him and gritting my teeth.

"You'll what?" He asks, smirking widely as we stand in the entrance of the Great Hall. The real answer: Combust. Die. Internally swoon. Various synonyms. However, I have to play it cool. 

"Use your imagination" I hiss, before turning on the spot and heading in the direction of the Ravenclaw table. I sit down and let out a heavy sigh.

"What was that steamy stand off between you and Drakey-poo about?" Charlie asks, staring at me as she eats her food.

"Nothing" I sigh once more, dropping my bag to the floor. I place a bit of salad and some chips on my plate with a few chicken nuggets before picking up my cutlery and attacking my food with great Gusto.

"Well, it's obviously something. There was some serious sparks between you guys and you're exuding some serious anger right now" She continues, putting down her cutlery and watching me cautiously whilst I continue to eat.

"It's just... I don't know, he's so infuriating" I growl, still eating my plate of food. "It's like he doesn't know how much I want to jump his bones when he says shít like 'laters, baby'" I sigh, dropping my cutlery as I realize that I've already finished my food.

"Somebody's got some serious pent up sexual frustration" She speaks authoritatively. My eyes widen as I realize that I do and it's because of the hot blonde mess, Draco Malfoy. I groan, dropping my head into my hands in dismay. Why does he make me this way? "It's okay, there's a cure" Charlie adds, causing me to glance up at her quickly.

"What is it?" I ask, hurriedly. She smiles knowingly and taps her nose. "Come on, Charlie. Stop being a bitch" I speak, anger and impatience evident in my voice.

"Okay, you need to make out with him again or better yet... Nah, You wouldn't do that" She trails off before finishing her answer.

"I wouldn't do what?" I question, staring at her with furrowed eyebrows.

"Well, if you guys did the horizontal mambo then that'd most probably cure your sexual frustration... but then again it might make it worse" She replies, staring at me to gauge my response.

"How the hell do I get him to have sex with me, Charlie? I haven't even gotten him to kiss me again" I whisper-shout, causing her to raise her hands in surrender. "I don't even know if I'm ready for that". I mean, if it was ever going to happen with anyone Draco makes the most sense. He's my best friend. I trust him more than anyone, but still... 

"It was just an idea, don't shoot me" She sighs, glancing over at Draco. "But if it did happen. Every girl in school would be so jealous of you" She grins, looking back at me. I shake my head in disbelief, also looking over at the blonde across the hall. He's laughing loudly as Goyle as somehow set fire to Crabbe's hair. 

"So is this the marvelous plan you've been meaning to tell me about?" I ask, curiosity finally taking over me.

"No, but it could happen because of my plan" She smiles mischievously. I roll my eyes and await her ingenious plan. "So what you've gotta do is..."

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[pynchkilledme]

✦ 𝓐𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝓮 ✦

Hiiii, my name is Toria (she/her), i'm 22 and i've been using tumblr for at least 9 years now. For the last decade I've written a bunch of stories partially but they didn't get the attention they deserved (from me. my friends loved them tho haha), and now I decided to post here so I feel compelled to write and actually finish those stories! I'm a staytiny; Yunho, Minho, Hyunjin and Jisung biased, so probably I'll write mostly about them, BUT you can always feel free to suggest ideas with other members!

✦ 𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓸 ✦ ��� I won't be accepting requests for now, cause it would be a little demanding, but my ask is open for little talks ➵ I'm on college so there will be times I wont be able to post or answer stuff, but i will try to enter here at least twice a week; Also, I'm using my writting as a copying mechanism since I'm going through some dark times, so be patient and kind pls! ➵ When something is labelled as Mature/MDNI, don't fucking interact if you're a minor! I will block you.

➵ English is not my first language, so let me know if something got lost in translation (even tho all will be proofread)

➵ I will post the portuguese version of my work on Spirit Fanfiction ➵ Some of my works will be published on my AO3 profile. Drabbles only on tumblr tho <3

➵ Stuff I won't write about: age play, pet play, non-consensual, scat.

[𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥]

 All works posted here are mine, and I DO NOT allow translations or reposts on any other websites — with or without credit!

[vtoriacore]

please tell me the burning cds think was a joke your majesty i’m younger than you and i know about it 😭😭

IT WAS PLEASE I KNOW WHAT BURNING A CD IS IM NOT COMPLETELY CLUELESS PLS PLS PLS 😭💔 I do not however know how it works, but my friend was visiting some music prof to help them burn a few cds and I was on ft just nodding like "yeah I completely understand how to do it ☺️" (<- did not in fact, understand jack shit even after an explanation)

[jarperart]

SOOO...Let's Make a raid Boss

Hey, jarper here. I'm back

So, I was bored and wanted to work on a new OC, and this might be a fun post to explain how I work on some oc. The process is pretty straightforward and more on trying to get things like coloring right and making sure the themes are a good idea with the oc. Plus, the biggest part is if they fit into the role I gave them.

OK, so who is this guy? Quick summary, Nilox is a powerful High Priest among hellhounds, with exceptional skills in demonic magic and weaponry. He is a giant-maned dire kitsune with 12 tails and antlers and can bend reality within 10 meters. He enjoys learning about people. Hes fun at parties. 

But let's get to the first part, when designing some of my ocs, I like to draw a headshot. Manly to make sure of the colors and themes. Also, due to some things like commissions and ArtFight, the most important part. 

So, this is where I get ideas some art, Pinterest, google, and my favorite and the most Coolors. Coolors it is really handy for the starting color pallet. 

So, the idea Is a hell present, I took some ideas from my other hellhounds. also Mixed some satanic and catholic elements into the design. For example, the collars are inspired by catholic priests. and the color pallet was a mix between priest clothes and silver foxes.

With some work, the headshot is done, but it's just the beginning, next I normally do the first fullbody, this is where I basically dubbel down on the themes and color palette as well as the bread or spices. Sometimes, I just dash the old idea if it doesn't work with the headshot or color themes.

 Also, I work on the anthro, version as well. 

Ok, the fun begins

Let me answer a question: Why is he so big? One answer 

But for real, Big oc are fun to draw, and The idea was:

A. to fit his role with the House of Judgment 

B. What if hes a raid boss idea.

So... what next, namely with the description. This took me a few days, mainly brainstorming and getting ideas. Gramerly is a big help with this. 

Here's what I got 

Among the esteemed cohort of hellhounds, Nilox, the High Priest, is held in high regard and occupies a high-ranking role as a leader within the House of Judgment. He's excellent with demonic spells and knows and forged a small arsenal of weapons, making him a powerhouse among his peers. He carries his book that has the essence of souls that he uses to amplify his power if needed. Besides hes role, he sometimes works with The War Cult and House of Witches when needed.

His power to some is horrifying, with the ability to mind control and possessed even some titans and celestials whit psionic attacks. As well as reading the sins of a mortal and forcing them to remember them all at once.

also, his fire magic ( not as good as Jack The Demon King or Kalama: the fire bearer) is much more powerful than most celestials. He can burn the souls of mortals that he deems deserving. If that doesn't work, he uses his weapons or forged artifacts.

 He's more curious about some things that he doesn't know about. He enjoys learning about people and what makes them tick. Some people (if they are not lucky) might be somewhat tortured if he feels like it.

Besides that, he enjoys leasing to stories that people have.

 Nilox is a giant maned dire kitsune, his fur has diffident shades of gray and white. he also has a set of antlers. around 98 feet tall. Bing a kitsune, he has 12 tails. He will grab and pick up people with them. Even though he can crash people with them, he prefers not to. also, he can set things on fire that his tails are holding or warped around. Also, his psionic abilities can be stronger than those that his tails make contact with. 

Also, in a 10-meter radius, he can bend reality, but not as intense as gods like Asher, Toria, or Megara. But, it's more apparent if the person has a sin that he knows about. 

After that, I send this to a few friends to get their idea and put it in his toyhouse. 

That's about it. keep in mind I'm looking to see some feedback so I keep it in mind for the next oc I work on. 

From me to you,

Jarper

[ask-victoria-page]

Dear Victoria,

Do you know how to dance? Any dance, really, since it is often an expression of people's feelings when done in an informal setting and around friends. But considering that we have Yule Balls here from time to time, what about ballroom dancing? Do you think it's something you'd be interested to learn or perfect?

— 🌸

🌸 anon,

I can't say that I know how to dance. It's not something they taught us how to do in the orphanage, and dancing isn't something that appeals to me. Now I've heard dueling compared to dancing, and I suppose I could see the comparison. Though I wouldn't go so far as to call certain individuals' dueling quite as graceful.

I never did see myself as a ball kind of person, so I have no need nor desire to learn. Perhaps if the right person were to ask me. However, that has a very low likelihood of happening.

Toria Page

[exsqueezememacaroni]

For your reading pleasure - all of the banter from the Tomahawk in London Astoria piss show:

Mike: how's the weather London?

[crowd cheers] some dude: fucking shit!

Mike: everything ok out there?

[more cheers, and for some reason??] dude: wheelchair for KEVIN! (Edit: "we'll cheer for Kevin!"?!? maybe?)

Mike: you know uh, in case any of you guys are lonely out there, [he chuckles] I'm buying shots of PISS back at the Flamingo Bar after the show! Upstairs at the FLAMINGOOO BAAAR! Turn around look! It's up there, look! It's flashing...Flaaaamingo Baaaaar! Weeeoooh! Shots of urine, on me. [goes into In Every Dream Home a Heartache]

Mike [harassing a security guard I think?]: just testing him....Hey London, WHAT THE FUCK?!?...did you guys have a hard time getting in here tonight? You know I must confess...it was a little difficult for me as well, so you know what, I'd like to dedicate this next song to the lovely security staff here at the As(s)toria!!! They work haaard for their money, so give them a hand....I sAid GIvE TheM a fuckiN HAANd! Hey, don't look amused [nicely, charming] would you like a hand? Kevin's got a hand...gimme that hand...gimme that hand[holding hands with Kevin?]...alright, we're gonna start the song now.... [at security] DON'T you eyeball me, BOY! You got work to do! Look at those criminals out there! Get em! [goes into Flashback]

Mike: thank you for being patient, London! thank you for listening and for putting up with our BULLSHIT, London. Are you guys happy tonight, are you happy? Are you HAPPY? Kevin, what'sa matter with these people?

[some dude: put your finger in ya ass!]

Mike: I think he can explain it, ladies and gentleman, Mr. Kevin Rutmanis. [cheers and a drum beat]

Kevin: well if had to...

Mike [interrupts]: DOCTOR Kevin Rutmanis

Kevin [continues]: ..if I had to guess, I'd say nobody here fucks [crowd jeers]...prove me otherwise 😏

Mike[band starts playing the creepy music]: He says...you don't fuck That's right, teabag, he says you don't fuck! Do you fuck teabag?? yes or no, simple answer, do ya fuck? Hey teabag, do ya FUCK? Do you wanna FUCK? Hey teabag, do you wanna fuck? Do you wanna get spanked [some dude: just did] [Mike, for real] you wanna get spanked? I'll spank your teabag ass, come on up. Come on up big boy [creepy turns to groovy] come on up boy, uh, uh, come on boy, uh uh, come on big boy, uh uh, come on up boy, uh. What'sa matter teabag? You don't want nuthin? Oh, he's not havin' it. How 'bout him? You think he would? HEY! Security guard...[something happens....maybe some humping/spanking???, music stops, cheering, pause, loud cheering, music starts again..] Best I eva had....[goes in Point and Click]

[back for encore]Mike: Thank YOU! [Duane starts Angel Eyes] Duane, show them how to suck a cock, american style...

[I think Mike pisses on the audience/security right at the end of Laredo and then the show promptly ends, there's actually not a huge reaction from the audience?? I think they're too stunned! Honestly, the actual song parts of the show are really great, I think Mike was pretty jazzed up!]

BONUS:

[During the show in Dublin, Ireland, three days later]

Mike: Well, I'll have you know something, Dublin...say "What Mike?!" [crowd yells "WHAT MIKE?] We just came from lovely, sunny...EnGLand [crowd boos] and I think you might be very pleased to know, WE PISSED ALL OVER THEM!!!! [crowd cheers, Mike laughs like a fucking maniac, goes into Flashback]

fin

[sailermoon]

I am in the edge of my fucking seatttt oh my god so the curse will supposedly be broken when egert answers yes to five questions at the end of it all and I’m about to throw up cause toria is on trial and being blamed for the plague by the cult and egert is gonna be a witness and doomed to betray her cause of his cowardice I’m internally screaming egert prevail prevail !!!! have heart my guy!! 😭😭

[mistyashh]

15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

We got tagged a few times! So we are both going to give our answers together 🥰 Thank you @hershadowdom & @theplayfulbutterfly

1. Are you named after anyone?

We both have middle names that we took from family members, and Ash also has a Catholic name (he’s no longer Catholic) he chose for himself because it also happened to be the name of a hockey player he liked 🤣

2. When was the last time you cried?

Ash: Over the Holidays. First year without my best friend.

Misty: This morning watching a documentary lol

3. Do you have kids?

Nope! Only fur babies 🐾

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Ash: I try not to use sarcasm because I feel it can make others feel small.

Misty: Of course not. That would be rude and I’m a woman so it’s obviously my job to kiss everyone’s ass 24/7.

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

Ash: Their hair 💇‍♀️

Misty: Usually their energy.

6. What is your eye colour?

Ash: Brown

Misty: Blue/Green

7. Scary Movies or Happy Endings?

Ash: Scary Movies

Misty: Happy Endings

8. Special Talents?

Ash: First he said “sex” and then I said I didn’t think that was what the question meant, so he said “well I don’t have any ‘special’ talents” and finally we landed on cooking, which he is very good at.

Misty: Singing & Animal Calls

9. Where were you born?

We were both born in Canada! 🇨🇦

10. What are your hobbies?

Ash: 🏒🏋️📚🍕🌲🥾🏕️

Misty: 📚🎨📸🔮🌲🥾🏕️

11. Do you have any pets?

We have 3 cats! 🐈🐈‍⬛🐈

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

Collectively we have played: Soccer, Hockey (Regular & Ball Hockey), Baseball, Figure Skating, Gymnastics, Curling, Volleyball, Golf, Dance, Basketball, Ultimate Frisbee, Football

13. How tall are you?

Ash: 5’8

Misty: 5’3

14. Favourite subject in school?

Ash: History & Math

Misty: Science (especially biology & psychology)

15. What is your dream job?

Ash: Business Owner/Investor

Misty: Nature & Wildlife Photographer + Preservation/Research

Tagging: (Many of my moots have already been tagged so I’m going to tag only a few others who I think haven’t posted one or who I think may be comfortable participating! If you aren’t however it’s totally okay to opt out 💝) @dan-n-torias-den @champagne-drip @kittennrealm @burninginchaoss @cyndellaa @daddys-little-kitten @honeypotandsir