#it’s sooooo tedious it’s ridiculous NO ONE teaches like this

[fuck-kirk]

Writing my EDTPA and this is HELL who came up with this no wonder there’s a fucking teacher shortage in public schools. Everyday I regret going back for my k-12 degree….I regret it everyday but I’ve already put too much into it

Oh sunk cost fallacy we’re really in it now ……

[maybekatsudoncanbeouralways]

can you do something really really fluffy? like first date au type?

i was conflicted on posting this but im not going to write a fifth piece for this ask (sorry) so, im sorry it’s not that fluffy bc i liked the first date au, which then made think first meeting and i decided to kill two birds with one stone bc i love fantasy aus as well.

insp. by “In a Week” by Hoizer. fantasyAU/fluff/first meeting

tbh don’t ask why this is insp. by that song bc it doesn’treally relate, but the calm/ethereal feel to that song is what made me wannawrite this sooooo enjoy. unedited and all that stuff. i’m like 60% certain there is gonna be a part 2.

send us prompts | our yoi stuff

‘A forest nymph?’ Viktorthinks curiously, peering out from over the snow drift. Yurio was probablygoing to call him an idiot for drifting so close to the edge of their territoryagain and Yakov would yell and scream, but he was bored, and Yakov couldn’tkeep him couped up forever. He wanted adventure, surprise, to explore the greatunknown. Ice faerie prince or not, he didn’t care much for the tedious customshe’d been subjected to all his life. He watches the beautiful creature, hunchedover on himself in the cold, a wreath of delicately woven brambles sitting atopchocolate colored hair, and Viktor frowns.

‘I don’t know what he’s doinghere, but I don’t think he’s realized he’s wandered into Fae territory.’ Hiscuriosity is unbridled, and mirthfully he continues, ’Yakov will probablykill him when he finds out.’ Public executions were always fancy and overthe top, with lots of ice magic involved. At the very least, it would beentertaining. The nymph stumbles as the bitter winds pick up, before pausing toglance around. Viktor slips behind a frozen tree, eyes never leaving the figureas he starts to move his arms, a slow, fluid motion Viktor quickly realizes isa spell in the works, and his curiosity instantly switches to caution, bodystiffening and calling his magic to his fingertips in case he’s been noticed.But all that happens is a bright, shining light envelopes the nymph, and all ofhis caution is dropped as awe overtakes him. He’s drawn out from his hidingspot, watching as a shawl of woven sunlight wraps itself around the nymph’sshoulders, bright and blinding before dimming into a low, pleasant glow ofwarmth.

Viktor had never seen anything likeit before. Forest magic was common among forest nymphs, for obvious reasons,but sun magic? Ridiculously uncommon in a place so often shadowed bytrees, generally only found in the deserts or on the coasts. But the creaturewas so obviously a forest nymph, so how did he come across such magic?

The nymph continues forward deeperinto Fae territory, and Viktor decides he’s too curious to simply let thecreature get executed. He slinks around before dropping directly in front ofthe forest nymph, a bright smile on his face.

“Hello!” He saysexcitedly, and the nymph lets out a screech in surprise, stumbling back a fewsteps and falling onto his behind, clutching the wrap closer to his body as heshivers furiously. Internally, Viktor frowns at that; he forgets sometimes thatthe cold is actually dangerous to creatures that aren’t like him. Hecrouches, enthusiastically leaning in close to the nymph. “You’re a forestnymph, aren’t you?” He asks, tone bright, and all the creature can do isstare and nod. “Well, you should know you’ve passed into Faeterritory!” The nymph goes even paler at this, and Viktor continues.“The punishment for that is usually death, and I was tempted to let Yakovfind you and kill you at first, only because the executions are generallyinteresting, and I’m tired of being bored.” The nymph’s eyes widen, and hesits frozen in fear. Viktor doesn’t seem to notice, clapping his handstogether. “But! Instead I’ve decided you’re too interesting to kill!”He places a hand under the creature’s chin, forcing brilliant, beautifulchestnut eyes to meet Viktor’s icey blue ones, and for a moment, he’s takenback, pausing just to consider how exquisite the forest nymph is, a small roundface framed delicately by short, soft hair and the signature bramble wreathcurling around his head in masterful designs he hadn’t noticed from afar,detailed roses and flowers created by the curved bark. His eyes are wide andexpressive, and it sends a small thrill down Viktor’s spine to be close enoughto search them, see the way that they flicker in the soft glow of the shawlwrapped around his shoulders, throwing soft shadows onto his face andhighlighting his features.

Viktor’s pause goes unnoticed, andhis voice unconsciously lowers into something seductive. “You’re a curiousbeing. I saw you use your magic.” He drags a finger across the glowing shawlwith a smirk, reveling in the uncommon feeling of heat under his fingertips,the slight burning tingle. “I want to know more about it. Your magic. In fact,”he leans in closer, brushing a thumb across the nymph’s lips with a sharpsmile, voice dropping to a sultry whisper, “I want to know everything aboutyou.” His sly smile widens, and the nymph’s eye go impossibly wider, before hepromptly passes out, falling backwards into the snow drift. Viktor blinks for amoment, wondering if perhaps he took his game a little too far, before concernfloods him as the nymph’s shivers become more severe, and he notes the slightdiscoloration on his fingertips and lips. Viktor bites his lip, glancing aroundfor a moment before spotting a small alcove he could easily use his magic tocreate a small, igloo like structure out of the wind.

He turns back around, fitting hishands under the smaller creature’s legs and back, lifting him easily andcradling him gently, concern rising when Viktor realizes that the temperaturesof their skin almost match. He makes his way over to the tangle of trees,setting the nymph—Viktor really wished he could’ve gotten a name so he couldstop referring to him as “the nymph”—down and taking a deep breath, calling hismagic and moving his arms in soft motions, watching as the ice built up aroundthem. He keeps the structure small, since it needed to insulate heat for it tobe of any use, and after a few moments, the structure is complete, looking likea snow drift that no one would be any wiser as to what it was hiding. He turnsback and pulls the shawl off the nymphs shoulders, laying it across his bodyinstead where he had instinctively curled into a ball, before setting off tofind a bit of tinder and get a fire going.

Viktor knew how to build a fire outof pure curiosity, having asked a foreigner to teach him once, since it was sorarely used at his home. He’d thought of it as an incredible phenomenon, andhad become quite adept at starting them, much to the dismay of Yakov,considering they lived in an ice castle.

After ridding some small branchesof snow and ice with a simple flick of his wrist, magic reacting instantly, heused the brittle sticks and a bit of friction to create a flame, blowing on itto bring it to life, and watching it dance with the same wonder he always did, lettingthe warmth tingle across his icy skin as he holds his hand close enough to feelthe heat wafting off it.

Yakov had said it was strange, theway he had always been drawn to warmth, even as a small child. What most icefaeries avoid, not because it’s dangerous (unless there was an incredibleamount, of course) but because it generally made them uncomfortable, icefaeries being especially susceptible to things like heat exhaustion, he hadconstantly been curious about, thought it was so odd and strange that it existed,and that most creatures actually gave it off. He’d been more careful as he’dgrown, masking his curiosity so not to be frowned upon by his own society, butit was always there, lurking at the corners of his mind.

Seeing the nymph use sun magic,feeling the warm emanating from the stitched sunlight, had caused it to comeback with full force, and Viktor glanced at the unconscious figure, somethingodd pooling in his stomach as he watches and laughs lightly at the smallercreature wrinkling his nose in distaste and burrowing further under the shawl,another shiver wracking his body. Viktor stands, smiling lightly as he useshands warm from lingering by the fire to tuck the shawl closer to the nymph’sbody, trapping more of the warmth.

‘He’ssomething else…’ Viktor thinks idly, settling back down with a yawn,resting his head against the ice wall surrounding them. ‘How curious…’ Sleep takes him before he even realizes he’s tired,breath falling into an even pattern as he waits for the lovely creature to wake up.