#sometimes it smells great and clumps great and sometimes it doesn't smell like anything

[death-rebirth-senshi]

One of the litterboxes I JUST cleaned out and replaced the litter in is already not clumping. Do I just end it all now.

[scholastic-dragon]

Flufftober Day 4: Supporting Strange Hobbies

Leonardo x Gn!reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: spelling mistakes, none just fluff <3 (this was a bit rushed, I rewrote it last minute lmao)

Summary: after dropping by unannounced, Leo discovers your guilt pleasure

He felt bad not knocking.

Why didn't he knock?

He was so excited to tell you that Donnie had found a pirated version of the new movie you both had wanted to watch. And he even downloaded it onto a CD for you guys to watch (on the condition that Leo willingly listen to him ranting and raving about the new additions to the turtle truck)

He was able to end patrol early, since crime had decreased significantly and the others were cold and tired so they eagerly agreed to head home early.

He told the others he'd be home later: Mikey made kissy faces before getting dragged away by Raph and Donnie saying he'd tell Splinter, he also handed him the CD, knowing Leo would've tried to watch it with you tonight.

He ran straight to your apartment on the other side of town. It was a chilly night so he was eager to get to your heater.

The moon was high in the sky, illuminating the familiar path to your place.

You'd been friends with the guys for several months and your place had become a safe space for any of them to visit when they needed a break or some fresh air.

Landing on your fire escape, he opened your living room window, stepping in -being careful not to hit anything- and closing it behind him.

Setting down his katanas and heavy gear, he glanced around your apartment: it was strangely quiet.

The lights were on, your keys and shoes at the door: you were home.

"Y/n? You here?" Well, you should be home.

He called, taking off his shoes and setting them by the window. He set the CD on your coffee table, still glancing around.

"Yeah, I'm here!" You called from what sounded like your bedroom. He cautiously opened your bedroom door, seeing the light on but no you.

"Y/n?" He said, fully opening the door. He tried not to be nosy, but he glances around your room, noticing the way you fluffed your pillows, and organized your bookshelf.

"Bathroom!" Your voice came from the closed door on the far right side wall: your master bathroom.

"Oh sorry, I'll wait in the living room!" If he could blush he'd be bright pink, quickly backing away.

"I'm just hanging out in the bathroom, Leo, you can come in!" You called through the door again.

It felt like a test: seeing if he was truly a gentleman, but you wouldn't have called to him if he couldn't...right?

He approached the door, grabbing the handle and turning it, it was unlocked, if it was a test you surly would've locked it.

Opening it, he saw you sitting on a small foldable table and chair by the sink. You smiled warmly at him, holding a purple clump of clay and a dull knife.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Um, Donnie found a copy of that movie we wanted to watch, so I brought it...what-what are you doing?" He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him, standing at your side.

"Oh he did! That's awesome, just give me like 20 minutes to finish this, then we can order some food and watch it," Your smile widened, glancing back down and craving the clay. "Oh, and I'm carving soap,"

"Carving soap?" He mimics, crouching down to look at the soap in your hands.

"Yeah, it's a flower," You angle the soap toward him. He thinks it's a rose, he doesn't look at flowers that often.

It's a nice lavender color and smells amazing, you've cut around the middle and made several little petal shaped pieces.

"That looks great, Y/n. I had no idea you could do stuff like this,"

"I've been made fun of for it in the past, so I'm not overly eager to tell people, but if someone happens to come over unannounced-" You elbow his arm. "Then I'll tell them, but people think it's a bit strange sometimes,"

"First, I'm sorry for not texting, and second, yeah it might be a bit strange but you're really good at it," He chuckles softly. How he was still crouched at your side was a true mystery, your legs would've been killing you.

"I should be, I've been doing it for a few years," You chuckle dryly.

"I have some weird hobbies too," Leo smiles, picking up a spare clump of soap. "I name and talk to my plants,"

Your head drops from laughing, stopping your craving to look at him.

"Everyone does that, Leo!" You say between laughs, face turning pink.

"Well I didn't know that!" He starts to laugh with you, setting the soap chunk down. "I was trying to make you feel better about being weird!"

That just made you laugh harder. "I'm the weird one?!" Was all you could say, eyes watering. You put the soap rose and knife down on the table, fearing you'd drop it if you didn't.

"Works for me," He stands to his full height, going to the door.

"Alright," Being careful of the soap on your fingers, you wipe at your eyes. "How about I pack this stuff up and we watch that movie? I'm clearly not going to get any carving done with you here,"

"While we wait for food," You say, cleaning off the knife under the sink. He stops, turning to face you. "You have to tell me what you named your plants,"

He immediately shakes his head. "No, that's between me and them,"

"I just told you about mine!" You laugh, he smiles and crosses his arms across his chest.

"This is completely different,"

"Oh so I have to walk into the bathroom while you're in there in order for you to tell me-" You start, enjoying how he clearly got flustered.

"You told me to-" He interrupted, defending himself.

"I'll forgive you," You say over him, raising your hand with a wide smile. "If...you tell me the names of your plants,"

He rolled his eyes, sighing in defeat. "Fine, but you can't tell my brothers!"

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tags: @flufftober @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @mysticboombox

[hallow-witxh]

Easy Witchcraft Tips

Great for college students and simple/beginning witches alike! It's very simple, and I see people do this quite often, so I thought I'd spread the wealth! It's affordable, super easy, and it doesn't requite anything but a spray bottle, two measuring cups with a spout (or any kind of pourable cup, like a folded paper cup), a little cloth or a very five mesh strainer, salt (and/or herbs), and moon water. And, optionally, a tablespoon of vodka or rubbing alcohol. And honestly? I've definitely used a bit of hand sanitizer before. Don't look at me like that.

It's so simple. In your spouted cups and spray bottle, dump in some salt and shake it about (of course you can use your preferred cleansing method, but this involves no smoke and no frustrated RAs). Dump that salt out and discard it properly. Add in moon water and salt and make sure it's all dissolved. Then you can add whatever herbs you want to add for their desired effect, or just salt for cleansing/negativity banishing. This is also when you'd add you alcohol choice, to help prevent mildew or mold. Let sit overnight.

In the morning, place your thin cloth over your other cup and make it a little concaved so it catches the clumps of soaked herbs. You want to do this into another wide-rimmed vessel because the small spray bottle opening won't give enough space to catch the herbs and let the liquid through without making a bit of a mess. Squeeze out all the liquid you can.

Then, carefully pour your cleansing spray into your spray bottle and voila! A quick, mostly hassle-free cleansing spray. It's a fine enough mist that it won't harm things like carpet, blankets, or most surfaces and it'll dry very fast. It's easy to conceal if you're still in the broom closet, and very easy to make in hidden spots. If anyone asks what it is, here are some excuses I've used that worked really well:

"I use it to spray on my makeup sponges/brushes because it holds powder very well."

"Saltwater is great for drying up acne and I had a flare up so I make a face mist."

"I thought it would smell nice."

"It's for my plants." (If they didn't notice it's salty)

"I use it to clean up sticky messes when I don't want to use chemicals." (GREAT if you are known to have sensitive skin)

"Honestly, I forgot. I'll dump it out later."

"It's to make dust a little damp so it's easy to wipe up." (this is actually very true, try it on a dusty shelf sometime. Much easier than a wet cloth.)

Tips for your witchy tips: Ko-fi

[pizzaboat]

Lumity

Luz asks Amity to help her bake a cake for Willow's birthday. Chaos ensues.

Wh‐what!?"

Luz smiled angelically at her, leaning closer which made Amity's heart skip a beat.

"I said, do you wanna help me bake a birthday day cake for Willow's party?" 

"Yes!–I mean, sure y-yeah," Amity stammered out, "but didn't she already have her birthday?"

"I mean yeah, but she was sick that day," Luz said, "I don't really get alot of the illnesses that you guys have, but I do know being sick in general sucks Hooty egg's.. this way she'll get to celebrate her birthday properly with her friends!"

Oh titan her heart, this girl would be the death of her;

"Wow, that's really kind of you Luz, does Willow know what kind of cake she wants?" 

"Well you see that's the thing," The human said lowering her voice, "it's a surprise, We have to keep it on the down low."

"Got it," Amity said, nodding, "alright I'll help."

Luz beamed grabbing her hand's, "Thanks Amity, you're the best!"

Before she knew what was happening she was being pulled into one of the girl's signature, crushing hugs. All logic and reason left her for a moment until Luz pulled back and started saying something else. Amity mentally shook herself and tried to focus on anything but the fact Luz was now holding her hand's again.

"–I'll share the juicy details with you later, ok?" The other teen was saying now, "this is gonna be great!"

Before she could respond Luz was already sprinting off down the school corridors to her next class. Amity stood there dumbfounded for a moment trying to process what just happened. 

"Amity, why arn't you in class right now?" Principal Bump said, walking by and breaking her from her trance.

"Oh, sorry!"

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Luz knew her friend had arrived the moment she heard shrill screams from the front of the house. She thundered down the stairs and rushed to Hooty's door, but before she got there, it slammed open and Amity was revealed on the other side, a murderous glint in her eye's and a pink fame in her hand.

Hooty noticed her then;

"LUZ SAVE ME, YOURE FRIEND IS CRAZY!!" He screeched. Some of his feathers were singed.

Amity winced and went to finish the job. Uh-oh.

Luz darted to her, grabbing her wrist. The physical contact seem to rile the girl up further.

"I warned that thing never to talk to me again." She growled, trying to break free.

Hooty squaked in fear.

Luz wrapped an arm around her, half comforting and half restraining, guiding the other kid inside, "It's OK, it's over now."

"I just said hi!" Hooty cried and they both ignored him.

The door shut on his voice, and the two girls were alone then. Amity calmed down after a moment or two.

"Sorry about that..," The witch said, "he's just so.." She shuddered then.

"Don't worry about it," Luz said sympathetically, "I still sometimes freak out when I see him. Not everything on the Isles is charmingly weird."

She eventually led her friend into the kitchen.

They took stock of what they need from an old cook book, Luz had found rooting around the house. This particular book was previously being used as a table leg for a random desk.. She'd put it back later.

"OK," Amity said,"what do we do?"

"Um.. I thought you'd know," Luz said sheepishly.

"Wait, why would I know how to bake a cake?" Her friend frowned.

"I don't know, you're smart!" Luz exclaimed, "..I thought you'd y'know, know how.. that's why I asked you."

She didn't miss the blush amity gave at that. Well she does like people recognising her ability..  it must be that.

"Alright," Amity said then, "where's the Owl Lady, maybe she knows what to do?"

Luz shook her head, "Eda's at the market. She won't be back for hours.."

" ..Well I guess we'll just have to make do with what we know," she continued, "and really, how hard can it be for the two of us to bake a cake?"

Her cooking partner frowned at that, "I'd imagine it's difficult when you don't know what you're doing Luz."

"Pshh, we've eaten cake before! We know what good food tastes like, it's all we need!" The teen said trying to hype her friend up;

"we've got a cook book, we've got our wit's and we've got the power of friendship–"

–Nothing can go wrong!" Luz declared.

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Everything was going wrong.

"Is it supposed to look like that?" Amity asked her partner.

Luz tried to whipe flour from her face, only smudging it further, she then turned to consult the cook book;

"well it says the mixture should be be kind of a liquid.."

Amity watched the mixture wave at them.

"Does the book mention the batter growing sentience?" Amity said frowning.

"No.." luz sighed.

"We should start over," Amity told her.

"You're probably right." The Luz agreed.

The batter agreed too.

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1 hour later.

"I don't really know what's edible in here," Luz admitted, after Amity thoroughly burnt the previous mixture when it tried to eat them.

The smell of smoke still hung in the kitchen, and the fourteen year old opened a window.

"You'd think most foods in a kitchen would be." Amity grunted.

"Well my cooking buddy, I guess we're just gonna have to continue with the process of elimination!" Luz told her.

Amity groaned and luz took out another carton of spider eggs.

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3 hours later.

Luz ran a batter covered hand through her dark hair, slicking it back with a white clump of goo. Amity honestly had to say; this is the only time her crush has looked ridiculous to her.

"I think we've got it this time, this is the perfect batter that won't try and talk philosophical nonsense with us, unlike the last three batches." The brown eyed teen sighed in relief.

"I think you're right," Amity agreed, "let's just pour it into a cake tin and be done with this."

Luz nodded, and went to pour the batter into their chosen tin;

"For willow," She said weakly.

"For willow, Amity returned with as much enthusiasm.

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15 minutes later.

"WHAT IN TITANS NAME WHERE YOU TWO DOING!?"

Her mentor's sister, had rushed Into the house at the smell of smoke. apparently she'd thought the house was on fire.

Luz and Amity now stood with their head's down covered in soot, abomination sludge and cake mix, completely mortified as the adult infront of them continued to berate them;

"I have never seen anything like this in all my life!"  Lilith said, "and I've seen some serious incompetence in my time, but never something like this!"

Neither girl dared to say a word.

"I expected this from my sister's apprentice, but Amity Blight, I expected more from you." She continued crossing her arms.

Luz watched her friend's cheek's flush in shame.

"I mean what we're you thinking?" Lilith said, "an all out brawl with a cake demon in the kitchen? You almost burnt the house down, how am I supposed to explain this to Edalyn?"

She had an idea then;

" Explain this to Edalyn.. what do you mean by that?"

"Well, she left me encharge, while she went to the mar–oh no, I know that look. It's the same one Edalyn makes."

Luz grinned at her.

"I won't be blackmailed human." Lilith warned.

"So this is technically your fault," Luz said smugly, "your not gonna tell Eda about this, because you need this place."

"This is extortion!" Lilith growled.

"Nah, it's revenge." The teen quipped.

"Luz what you doing?" Amity hissed, voice hushed while pulling her aside and giving her a disproving look.

"Its for Willow," Luz pleaded," plus you don't wanna see Eda when she's mad, she made Me, Willow and Gus clean the entire house top to bottom after we animated it. plus this is Lilith. trust me on this."

Her friend looked conflicted for a moment, Luz could see her weighing up the morality of it behind her golden eyes;

"Fine, do what you need to do," She eventually conceded.

Luz gave a nod and turned back to the disgruntled woman.

"Eda doesn't need to know about this, we can all win here," They said.

Lilith scoffed, "How so?"

"We just have to clean up this mess, and you have to bake us a birthday cake."

The witch's eyebrows shot up at that, "That's a strange demand, why a birthday cake?"

"It's  for a friend," Luz said.

"Fabulous, well I don't cook, and I certainly don't bake cakes for your snot nosed little friend's." Lilith sneered.

"You don't have a choice here," Amity pressed joining in now.

Lilith looked to her with mild shock; She seemed to realise there was no real way out of this.

"Fine." She growled, "five minutes with my Sister and you've both turned into criminals."

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Willow's surprise party had gone off without a hitch. Gus had provided the intertainment and Luz and Amity had carted out Lilith's cake.

"Aw guys," Willow had said, "you didn't have to do this!"

"You're our friend," Luz had said, "no amount of monster fighting and black mail is too much for you."

Amity had silently agreed.

Willow and Gus had looked confused then, but Luz and Amity knew the truth, and as they'd both dozed off, head's on each others shoulder's in the middle of the party, they knew they'd be haunted by their actions forever.

[kythed]

💕Hello! If it's all right was could I ask for a matchup? I'm a straight gal, 5'2" tall gal with pale skin and a thin form. I also have long brown hair, blue eyes and glasses.

As for personality, I'm kind, reliable and hardworking, though a little awkward in large social groups. I enjoy joking around and prefer looking at the bright side of things. My mbti is infj (and ennegram 9w1). I prefer my friends to be considerate and open-minded, someone who doesn't judge anyone by their first impression. I make a lot of bad jokes, so they need to have a sense of humour as well, or at least tolerance for mine😅

My biggest hobby is writing, which I think about almost around the clock. Fantasy and horror are my favourite genres to write, and for character inspiration I often do people-watching. I also sing, mostly in a choir, and go out for hikes in the nature because I love the fresh air and beautiful sceneries. My worst fear is letting people dear to me down and not being there for them in their time of need. I try my best to check up on them but sometimes I wonder if I'm doing enough . . .

My motto would be "If you're going to do it, make sure you don't have regrets later." as I strongly dislike leaving what I start unfinished. It makes me anxious.

My love languages are quality time, acts of service and words of affirmation. I'd like my s/o to know that I overthink often, that my silence doesn't mean I'm angry on uninterested but that I'm stuck in my own thoughts. A deal-breaker is definitely narcissism. Confidence is great but I don't like anyone who thinks the world envolves around them.

Thank you for taking time to read this! I hope it was all righ. Have a great day😊

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thanks for the request ! i hope you enjoy :-)

- this was an incredibly easy choice for me; it just makes all around perfect sense-- I match you with kuroo tetsurou

- you need someone to keep you moving in the right direction because you burden yourself with way too much shit that shouldn’t even be your responsibility

- he helps you to identify what you really want in life and makes you pick n choose a couple of goals to focus on at once rather than doing everything and anything (something tells me you have a hard time prioritizing and saying no to people)

- you help him stop n smell the roses every once in a while because that man doesn’t know when to take a break

- you both share this incredible attention to detail and you both highly value and love getting to know other people

- he’s the one who booked you your first appointment with a publishing house once you finished your first novel and he used his death glare to scare the poor publisher into giving you a higher percentage of royalties on each sale

- SCRABBLE. y’all play a highly competitive game of scrabble every friday night and you always win. this typically culminates in kuroo throwing a tantrum and tickling you mercilessly until you agree it was “practically a tie” (nevermind the fact that you literally won twice the points he did)

- you love fantasy, kuroo loves sci-fi so your conversations are constantly peppered with ridiculous rants and arguments (e.g. “who would win in a fight, a dragon or a tie fighter?” “definitely a dragon babe, i mean it has fire and--” “okay but what if the tie fighter was piloted by a jedi?”)

- physical touch may not be one of your love languages but it sure is one of his-- he’s constantly got his chin resting on your head, or he’s slipping his hand around yours, or putting it on your lower back-- he also really loves giving you these crazy bear hugs (like picking you up and swinging you around type shit) because he likes to feel all big n protective

- I mean the man is literally almost a foot taller than you so can you blame him?

- you guys have literally the worst inside jokes that no one else understands but they send you into hysterics each times until you’re both crying with laughter (lots of terrible puns, yo mama and knock knock jokes that don’t even make sense)

- like once y’all were on a trip to rome and caught a cab to your hotel from the airport but then it took a wrong turn and it ended up that it actually wasn’t a cab and you had just climbed into the back of some little old italian man’s car

- so now whenever y’all are driving somewhere and accidentally go the wrong direction one of you says “mama mia!” in a terrible italian accent and you start screaming with laughter ITS LITERALLY SO OBNOXIOUS LMAOOO

- because you’re both so intuitive that the relationship is like being two halves of a whole-- you can instantly tell when the other is even the slightest bit down and adjust your behavior accordingly

- AND y’all remember the most random shit about each other

- like he once absentmindedly mentioned he loved this particular brand of orange juice and then you started buying only that brand to stock the fridge and he absolutely loves you for it

- and on your first date when you went hiking you pointed out a clump of flowers on the side of the path you thought were pretty so on the way back he secretly picked one and dried it in the pages of a heavy dictionary and got it framed for your birthday

- honestly it’s just little considerate things like this that make the whole relationship

- he always makes sure to involve you in group conversations because he knows it’s your tendency to be shy and hang back

- good conversation is a big deal for you guys but so is quiet time-- you frequently cook dinner together without exchanging a single word, just kinda doing your own thing (like you’ll chop the salad and he’ll make the pasta) and listening to your playlist

- speaking of music, you used to refuse to sing for him until one day he heard you singing in the shower so he crept right up next to the door and recorded it on his phone, and then when you opened the door he shrieked “AHA! CAUGHT YOU!” which nearly scared the shit outta you and made you drop your towel

- but, ya know, you don’t even need to be self-conscious about your singing around this man because he doesn’t have a musical bone in his body and will think that every single note coming out of your mouth sounds like an angel chorus

- overall you guys are that couple that is just so clearly in tune with each other, you know each other like you know yourselves and it’s such a delight to see (hanging out with you is a third wheel’s nightmare tho)

your song: first date by blink-182 (he loves punk pop and you think it’s dorky as hell but he’s adorable when he’s playing the imaginary drums and head banging-- he actually got you to accompany him on the air guitar eventually and it’s lit asf) plus the song perfectly captures the easy, eager way you guys love each other

your favorite movie to watch together: the fellowship of the ring. he wasn’t really into the idea at first (he wanted to watch terminator) but now he’s as big a tolkien fanatic as there is. once you brought him to one of those fantasy renaissance fairs and y’all had the time of your lives.

your relationship in one quote: “In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours. / In all the world, there is no love for you like mine.” - maya angelou