#Potion ibs

[wyrm-likes-objects]

Drew the rest of the ibs cast. Don't really like how most of them turned out but posting them anyways

Also potions glasses were a last minute addition inspired by @honeycomb-havoc

[pastamic]

The real potion of shit yourself

[savannahsdeath]

call me silly but i cant stop thinking about hogwart au ellabs uhhh istg . i cant . also im pretty sure im the first one to make a hogwart au so please give ib if you want to make your own fic🤭 if im not the first one then sorry and please lmk who is !!

summary: you're roommates with your best friend and girlfriend, which don't seem to get along well.

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you and abby often wondered what's ellie doing in gryffindor, as the setting hat had doubts itself, wanting her to go to the slytherin for a split second.

"i mean, i'm happy she's with us." you quickly explained, realizing she might hear you through the bathroom door.

abby frowned, not looking away from her book. "oh, you are? and why, exactly?"

you laughed, leaning in to see what is she reading about, but she slammed the book shut with a loud bam! right in front your nose. "well, first of all, she's my girlfriend. self explanatory—"

"but... why?" she cut you off and sat up. "what do you see in her?" oh, you knew that one. it wasn't the first 'you deserve better' talk you had with abby. "wouldn't you rather to be with someone smarter, stronger and, i don't know, just... not a total loser?"

for a moment you sat there, so close to her your shoulders were touching, with your mouth parted and lips going dry. a moment passed as the door opened and ellie came out, sloppily wiping ruffling her wet hair with the towel. her gaze wandered between the two of you and she raised her eyebrow, but her obliviousness made her shrug the weird feeling off. "how much time do we have?" she asked, ignoring abby's presence, who just went back to reading her book.

"less than an hour." you annouced, getting up and taking the towel out of her hand, replacing it with a little bottle you picked up from your bedside shelf. "drink up."

"the fuck is that?" she twirled the unappetizing green liquid around the glass, noticing it's weirdly dense texture.

abby chuckled, winking at you as if to laugh at your low standards. "just listen to your girlfriend."

you smiled at the blonde girl before looking back at ellie. "it's going to rain, i don't want you getting sick."

"yeah, we don't want to hear you whining like a baby just because you catched a little cold." abby added, smirking as you gave her the stare. her comment passed by ellie's ears, not getting any reaction out of her.

she downed the potion in a few sips, wincing and letting you take the glass bottle out of her hands. she took a deep breath, trying to get rid of the taste. "i'd rather be sick." you giggled and rised on your tiptoes to reach her forehead, placing a loving kiss on it. she smiled for a second, before her face flashed with a grimace again. "wait— it's going to what?"

"it's going to rainnn" abby cooed, mercilessly but melodiously drawing out the vowels. you frowned, seeming to be the only one who doesn't see a reason to panic. yet, ellie was now pacing around the room, stopping to look outside the window. the clouds above the horizon were, in fact, dark blue, what predicted a downpour.

you came up to her, wrapping your hands around her tensed waist. "are you scared of some water?" you teasingly asked, nuzzling your head in the crook of her neck.

"that's not the point." she turned around, taking your hand and parting her lips. you just knew you'll probably spend the next minutes listening to the rules of quidditch, hopefully not enough to be late. "you see, when it rains, it's usually quite... foggy. pretty hard to see anything, yeah?"

"yeah, but..." you walked towards the bed, ellie following closely after. "slytherins won't see anything too, so it's fair, isn't it?"

she quickly shook her head and pursed her lips in a tight line, as if disappointed you don't get it. "someone gifted them special lenses. someone— i mean, anonymously, but everyone knows who it is. their captain's father." she stood in front of you as you sat down, fiercely gesticulating. "fucking bastards. they think money can solve everything... well, it kinda does but—"

"can you shut the f..." abby chimed in, deciding against cussing in the last moment. "...up. jesus, i'm just trying to study." she rolled her eyes as the attention was now on her.

"what are you even studying?" ellie walked closer to her, trying to see the book's cover through the blonde girl's pulled up knees, which she used to lean the volume on.

abby was quick to get defensive, closing the item as soon as she made sure the tab is on a right page. "none of your business."

"it doesn't look like one of our student's books at all..." ellie teased, tauntingly smiling as she got closer.

you sighed, taking a deep breath before speaking. "come on, els, we gotta go - get you ready and everything." you stood up and started rummaging through the drawers to think what should you take with you. ellie nodded and left your dorm, promising she'll wait for you before entering the quidditch's pitch.

"you really should go, it can be fun." you friendly nudged abby's shoulder, trying to keep your eyes away from the pages of her book, which seemed to attract your gaze and curiosity.

she looked up at you, visibly annoyed that she has to repeat it for the hundredth time. "that's not my thing."

that's not my thing.

yet, about fifteen minutes after the match started, you felt her warm presence next to you. she didn't say a word, probably too embarrased to admit she somehow got convinced to get her priorities wrong.

yet, you could hear her breath hitch when she saw your rivals score another point. no matter how hard the rain would hit her, soaking through her clothes, she'd calmly stand her ground and squint her eyes to see how bad the situation is.

yet, you eventually noticed she was holding her wand the whole time. and you noticed how her grip tightened as she mumbled a few words under her breath, inaudible because of the cheers. you couldn't believe it, but after a few minutes the clouds turned purely white and bright sun rays made people take off their coats. the same abby anderson, who always had to be the best student, not letting herself be distracted from studying just broke one of the school rules.

"you know you're going to have problems if anyone finds out?" you innocently looked up at her, gratefully smilling.

"then don't snitch on me." she shrugged, admiring the weather, which was her own creation.

yet, she made gryffindor win.

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[samoankpoper21]

Duke! Gojo IB@gojonanami

A/N As soon as I saw this I KNEW I had to make an attempt at trying to write a scenario for this - tell me you read too many webtoons without telling me you read too many webtoons 🤭 S/O to @gojonanami for this prompt! My only hope is that I do this justice 🥺🥺Also your last name is Hamilton 🤣 It just sounds like a marquess last name 🤣

Word count: 2338

Noble factions trembled in fear or coveted his wealth, the lower class revering him akin to the Gods. Gojo Satoru. The name alone sounded deadly, goosebumps trailing one's skin.

Gojo Satoru rose up in ranks quickly due to his sheer strength; legend has it that he was born with the Divine Power of the Gods.

Every 20 years an individual was bestowed with the Divine Power of the Gods. The powers varied for each individual: there was the power of healing, immense strength, wielding fire, shape shifting, immortality, forming force fields, astral projection, regeneration, clairvoyance, and speed; each of the powers representative of the Gods. In Gojo's case however, the day that he was born, legends say that the Gods were clashing amongst one another resulting in Gojo being born with not one Divine Power but five: astral projection, clairvoyance, forming force fields, speed, and immense strength.

He was known as the emperor's sword. When the former emperor Rion of Novaland heard of Gojo's birth, he sought the boy out and trained him under the intense tutelage of the imperial knights where they were able to tap in to all of his powers. Once Emperor Rion heard news of this, he swiftly sent the then 15-year old to lead the Novaland imperial knights to numerous battles under the guise of defending Novaland. News of Gojo's victories spread throughout the land and beyond causing Rion's enemies to quiver in fear, forcing them to either pledge allegiance to Novaland or become victims of being conquered. He agreed to become the emperor's sword with the promise of earning his own land and the title of Duke.

All Gojo knew was war and blood so when Yaga ascended the throne, through the overthrowing of Rion, Yaga taught him that there was more to life than war. As promised Gojo earned his title, land, and new friends through Yaga's right hand man/scholar Geto Suguru and mage Shoko Ieiri.

*Current day*

The sound of swords clashing against one another could be heard throughout the courtyard. To the naked eye, all could be seen was a blur of white hair and his opponent being knocked on their ass, sword being pressed to the opponent's chest. "Satoru." Gojo sheathed his sword and made his way to the raven haired, circular spectacles man standing in the shadow. "You should be getting ready for the ball tonight. You don't have time to be practicing with your sword-"

"Suguru, you sound like my nagging wife." This comment caused Suguru to blush a little, Satoru smirking at the effect he had on the beautiful scholar. Suguru cleared his throat, continuing with, "Well maybe if you listened to Yaga, I wouldn't have to nag you." Satoru stuck his tongue out as they walked down the corridor. They walked in comfortable silence, each preoccupied with their own thoughts. Satoru couldn't believe how much he changed under the guidance of Yaga: he was still stoic and aloof, but when he was surrounded by Suguru, Shoko, or Yaga he turned into a playful teenager; that right having been stripped from him being on the battlefield since he was 15. They didn't mind it though; in fact they welcomed Satoru's playfulness. The only time he crossed the line was when he mixed up the potions in Shoko's lab and it ended up causing a huge explosion; since then he has been banned from going near the potions. He reveled in the change of pace: from being constantly on edge to being relaxed. Yaga had promised him that he would no longer have to yield the title of being the emperor's sword, unless it was absolutely necessary, that that's what Shoko was intended for. "The only thing I need you to focus on Satoru is to find a wife." Wife. He scoffed at the word. Who in their right mind would send their daughter to marry the emperor's sword? Even after years passed, Satoru noticed that people would flinch or either flee at the sight of him. He convinced himself that it was ok but still felt a pang when he experiences it.

"What are you thinking about?" Suguru's question bringing him out of his reverie. Satoru crossed his hands behind his back answering with, "How Yaga keeps holding these pointless balls in order for me to settle down."

"It's not pointless Satoru. We're forming alliances with neighboring countries while trying to get you to find a suitable bride."

"So why doesn't Yaga pester you?" Suguru brought his right hand to the left side of his chest, bowing, saying, "I am but a lowly scholar. My title dictates whether I will be lucky enough to be wed." Satoru stood there silently staring at the man bowed before him. He knew Suguru was right; being a scholar/the emperor's right hand man dictated that Suguru may have a fling or two but his loyalty is to the emperor. Satoru sighed. "Don't worry beautiful. I'll be there at the ball."

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You were staring out the window of the carriage as your father and stepmother were lecturing you about your etiquette. "Y/N!" the shouting of your name snapped you out of your daydream. "Huh?"

"Have you listened to a single word we said?" your father shrieked. Your stepmother flapped her fan open covering her mouth as she noted, "Tsk. Such a disobedient daughter." You clutched at the fabric of your gown tightly wanting to explode. You already knew why you were being sent to the ball: your father being a marquess of a small land was looking to expand financially and politically. You were his ticket. Having already made your debut into society, you were known to be reckless, a free spirit. What was meant to be you defending another noble woman against her abusive husband spun into you being nosy, impulsive. Do you regret stepping in? Of course not. Your mother's last words was to always strive for justice regardless of the cost.

Your father began rubbing at his temples. "What am I going to do with you Y/N?"

"Father, you have nothing to fear. I will act like the perfect doll juuust for you." A slap across your right cheek reverberated throughout the carriage, your stepmother gasping behind her fan. "Is this some kind of sick game to you?!" your father fumed. "If only it was you and not your mother who was taken away!"

"Shh," your stepmother chided him, rubbing his forearm. "That's enough dear." You could feel the tears pooling at the corner of your eyes threatening to spill over. You wouldn't give these people the satisfaction. You straightened your back peering ahead when your stepmother continued with, "Who knows, she'll probably catch the attention of Duke Gojo. He's an eligible bachelor, has an expanse of land, and is known for...taming unruly animals."

"Unruly animal?" you scoffed. "You should speak for yourself. Have you no pride or shame? Crawling into a mourning man's bed before the mourning period is over?" Another slap reverberated throughout the carriage, this time your stepmother fuming, shaking. "You're just as unruly as HER." Since your mother's passing, neither your father or stepmother referred to her by her name Luciana. You were ready to rip the pearls that adorned your stepmother's hair when your father put himself between she and you. "Y/N stop it this instant! Marilyn has been nothing but sweet to you stepping in since your mother died."

"You never call mom by her name anymore! You act like she never existed! As if she's a ghost!" Your father paused as the carriage came to a halt, an abrupt knock letting you all know that you have arrived at the palace. Your father shook his head, hoping to clear his guilty conscious after your harsh words pierced his heart. "Come out when you're ready." He replied. "Don't forget to fix your makeup." your stepmother proffered.

Gojo was internally fidgeting. He hated social events like these. He could tolerate being at death's door but what he could not stand was the stares, whispers. "All hail Emperor Yaga!" The attendees all stopped to bow or curtsy shouting, "Greetings to the star of Novaland", as he made his way to his seat, Suguru standing to the right of him. "Thank you all for attending this ball. I hope that this ball serves as a wonderful memory for you all. Let us enjoy the fesitivities! May the Divine Power of the Gods bless and be with you!"

"May the Divine Power of the Gods bless and be with you!" the music resumed and senseless chatter began to fill the air. "Duke Gojo." Yaga's booming voice greeted him as he took his seat. "Greetings to the star of Novaland. May the Divine Power of the Gods bless and be with you." he bowed. Yaga dismissed Gojo stating, "You don't have to be so formal."

"In a formal setting such as this one must oblige."

"Hm. Have you found anyone to your liking?"

"I have not Emperor Yaga."

"At least go and socialize. Dance. Be happy. Try to smile a little." Satoru looked to Suguru for help but was disappointed when he saw Suguru stifling his laughter. Yaga dismissed Satoru with a wave of his hand. He reluctantly dragged his feet grabbing a glass of champagne on his way to "socialize".

You lost track of how many glasses of champagne you had, only 3 of the nobles had asked you to dance and you reluctantly agreed. You caught a glimpse of your father and stepmother making their way around each table, trying to strike a deal of some sort. You scoffed at how pathetic they looked and gulped down another source of bubbly. With each glass, the taste became sweeter, causing you to almost forget about the earlier events. How dare they look down on you and your mother? It's not like saying Luciana was hard. Where was the man that fought injustice alongside Luciana? The man whose fire and passion for injustices was just as brazen as Luciana? Scoffing and downing another glass, you realized that that man had died along with your mother. That man, known as your father, is no where to be found. You grabbed the tray of glasses from the waiter saying, "I'll take these thank yoooouuu."

"Miss, at least allow me to carry it to your table."

"You can bring it out to the balcony that's fine." The cold air hit your face causing you to let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding. You began humming to yourself when you sensed another presence. You turned and nearly dropped your jaw and champagne. This man was breathtaking. You took in his tall stature, broad shoulders, white hair, and beautiful, cerulean eyes. "Forgive me. I did not realize there was someone occupying this space." He bowed indicating his leaving when you stopped him; unsure of whether it was the alcohol or your loneliness that forbid him to go. "No, no! Stay! You can stay." You mentally facepalmed yourself at the fact you demanded him to stay as if he was a dog. He gently smiled and came to stand beside you. He noticed the tray with 12 champagne glasses asking, "Are one of these for me?" you were in the middle of drinking another one when you motioned with your eyes that yes he could take one. He chuckled asking, "If I may be so forward why are you out here instead of inside enjoying the party?"

"Pft. What's there to enjoy? My father and stepmother only agreed to come to the ball because I'm their ticket to wanting to expand."

"Who's your father?"

"Marquess Hamilton," you took another glass from the tray and chugged that one. "Wanna know the sad thing though? My dad is trying to marry me off to Duke Gojo." Gojo paused at that, instinctively feeling his hand clench around the glass. Here it comes. He thought to himself. The rumors and the fear. "Is that so?" he asked.

"Yeah but I don't even know him, let alone what he looks like." Gojo spit the champagne out due to him laughing causing you to glare at him. "Stop laughing at me. I genuinely wanted to meet him."

"My apologies. I'm just trying to understand why you want to meet him. Haven't you heard the rumors? How he's a monster hellbent on war?" You stood there in silence, with your head down, cheeks rosy, Gojo worried that you may have passed out standing up until he heard a low, "Forgive my language kind sir but fuck the rumors!" Gojo was surprised by your outburst taking a step back. "How dare these people call him a monster! What right do they have to judge someone huh?! Were they out on the battlefield?! Were they born with the Divine Power of the Gods?! Of course not! Half of these swines and cads wish they had a portion of what Duke Gojo has! And the most infuriating part about these said rumors is that they haven't even heard his side of the story! So how can they judge someone so easily without even trying to listen?!" You stood there trying to catch your breath, your hands shaking. Gojo stood there amazed, happy. There was someone who actually wanted to get to know his side. Due to the tightness of your corset and the copious amounts of alcohol, you began to feel light headed and began swaying to the side. "Whoa there," Gojo caught you pulling you towards him. He peered down and brushed a piece of hair out of your face, hearing that you had fallen asleep. He chuckled as he picked you up bridal style. I have to marry this woman. I'll get her out of her father's clutches and then I'll marry her. He carried you back into the ball, this time no longer feeling uncomfortable with all the peering eyes, announcing to emperor Yaga that he had found his bride.

[ssvanillabeanie]

a/n: I have literally never done this before so please don't flame me i beg

ib: @once-upon-an-imagine <-y'all i love their fics sm

Warnings: Swearing! and some angst? (but with a happy ending huehuehue)

All Too Well

And you call me up again just to break me like a promise So casually cruel in the name of being honest

"When did you stop loving me?"

You tried not to tear up as you repeated yourself. Look at me Fred, please. Just look at me.

"Fred, please answer me. When did you stop loving me?"

It was a perfect autumn day. The smell of damp concrete and freshly baked bread filled the air. The beautiful leaves speckled the sidewalk with gorgeous colors. It would've been the perfect weather for a date. But in Fred Weasley's mind, it was a great time to break up.

"The Yule ball," he replied solemnly. He continued to look down at the pavement in shame.

You froze, and your eyes watered. Were you supposed to cry? Or scream? With the mixed jumble of emotions, you didn't know how to react.

You remembered the Yule ball. How could you ever forget? When your boyfriend had asked you to the Yule ball with a paper airplane that exploded into bright, glittery pink letters in the middle of Potions class, you were so unbelievably giddy. It made you fall in love with him all over again. On the night of the ball, he was so strikingly handsome, and you almost went weak in the knees just at the sight of him. As you danced with Fred Weasley, you believed he was the one. It was when you truly fell in love with him. And he seemed like the happiest boy in the world.

Yet, apparently, it was when he fell out of love with you.

"Why?" you asked. A tear slipped down your cheek. "Why, Fred? Just why?" You felt more tears fall, but this time, Fred didn't worriedly wipe the tears off. Instead, he continued to look away.

"I'm sorry, [y/n], I'm sorry," he whispered. You walked forward and cupped his face with your hands, then moved his head so he would face you. He was crying too.

You gently wiped his tears away as he gazed at you the way he always did.

"Don't. Please, when you break up with me Fred, just don't look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you still love me."

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Your heart ached at the smell of freshly mown grass and the sounds of birds chirping. You were here. Back at the Burrow. The same place where you and Fred would experiment pranks and de-gnome the yard. I remember those feisty little shits.

You were drinking tea with Hermione at your house when Fred sent an owl, telling you to pick up a few things you left behind at the Burrow. When you unfurled the letter, you tried to blink back tears but couldn't stop them from falling.

"[y/n]. Look at me."

You looked at Hermione.

"You are going to the Burrow, walking in, then taking your things. But before you go, tell him these words. If it goes wrong, just leave. But don't leave before saying this."

You listened carefully to what your dear friend advised.

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Fred unlocked the door, and you both walked in.

It was cold outside, yet as you stood in the familiar living room, you felt yourself tearing up again. It's been several years since you and Fred broke up, and only a couple years after the war had ended.

When news of Fred getting terribly injured from an explosion broke out, you ran across Hogwarts, barely dodging spells as you ran for your life. It was when you saw his bloodied-up face that you knew you wouldn't be able to live without this man. But you believed that he would be able to live without you.

"Here's a box with all the things you left behind," he said.

"Thank you."

It was an awkward moment as you received the box from Fred. You warily stared at him, wondering if he was going to say anything else.

"No problem."

You clenched the box he gave you as you replayed your talk with Hermione over and over in your brain. Don't be nervous, just talk to him. You'll see, just ask him again and you'll get a clear answer.

You gave yourself a mental pep-talk as you opened your mouth. Although you were terrified, a part of you refused to close it as the words tumbled out.

You looked down into the box of things. A framed enchanted picture of you and Fred. A signed quaffle. A scarf. Your scarf.

"Fred. Did you truly mean it? Back when you said you stopped loving me?"

You blinked back tears as you continued. "Bec-because I never stopped."

You were embarrassed out of your mind and clutched the box as a few tears escaped. You continued to stare into the box. Anything to avoid eye contact with him.

A few seconds of silence passed by, and you backed up slowly, still avoiding eye contact.

"I'm sorry, I think this place is making me too emotional. I should probably go-"

"-I never stopped."

You quickly raised your head. "What?"

"Back when I broke up with you. I lied to you."

"What do you mean?"

"The Yule ball. I can't think of a moment when I was more in love with you than when we danced together."

More tears slipped down your face as you barely kept your composure. Fred walked toward you and cupped your face with his hands, then wiped your tears away with his thumb.

"I love you [y/n]. I loved you before and I never stopped loving you."

"Why did you do it? Why did you lie?" You couldn't tell whether to be confused, giddy, or angry.

"Because it was breakup season?"

Without skipping a beat, you slapped his arm.

"OW! I'M JOKING!" He yelped.

"Then why did you lie?" You placed your hand onto his.

"Because I was a stupid teen. That was the only way I thought I could keep you safe. If I died, then you could continue to resent me."

Fred stared at you the way he always did. You set the box down and held his hands. You sighed as you ran your fingers through his ginger hair. It was a sight for sore eyes. No, he was a sight for sore eyes.

Then you proceeded to yank his hair as hard as you could.

"That's for breaking my teenage heart."

Yank. "OW!"

"And that's just for the fun of it."

He cursed as he rubbed his head. You only smiled at him as you pulled his head towards yours.

"But I forgive you. Will you forgive me too?"

"For what?"

"For that... and this."

You stood on your tippy toes and brushed your lips against his. He wrapped his hands around your waist and kissed you. You placed your arms around his neck as you both kissed. His lips were slightly chapped, but you didn't care. You both kissed as tears fell. Tears dripped onto the floor, tears of happiness, shame, and sadness.

After you and Fred both ran out of breath, you proceeded to peck him on the cheek, the nose, then his forehead. You leaned back and gazed at him, something that you could only dream of for the last couple of years.

"I love you, Weasley. I never stopped and I never will."

"I love you too, [l/n]." Fred said as he leaned in once more.

[annabellelupin]

since school has been one of the only things on my mind recently, here's what I think the marauders favorite high school classes would be

Remus- English and Lit, would probably take an advanced class like ib or college level

Lily- here me out with this one, chemistry. she's canonically good with and likes potions and I just feel like chemistry is the equivalent of that. I also feel like she'd he super good at math even if it's not her fave

james- this one's going to be controversial but history. he just seems like a history nerd to me (and it'd work in a funny ironic way with the fact that he's a jock)

Sirius- I feel like he wouldn't be really into the 4 core classes even tho he'd still probably take advanced level classes for them. his favorite would probably be like music and some other random weird elective

Dorcas- she has three favorite classes, English, creative writing, and psychology and no i will not elaborate

Marlene- gym and probably math idk she feels like a math gay to me

peter- I feel liked he'd really like film studies for some reason idk

Pandora: Biology and chemistry (and biochemistry) bc she seems like a really sciencey kinda person

Regulus- psychology and history and once again no I will not elaborate iykykaiydyd

[wartsandwarlocks]

Jealousy

This was meant for the lockeroom prompt from @wolfstarmicrofic but I spent so much time on school I literally forgot to finish this. If you’re reading this and thinking about taking IBs DONT!! SAVE YOURSELF!

Quidditch has been a total pain in the dick the past month. Not only has James been a total arse to everyone in the team because of his latest breakup with Lily- the fifth one in fact- but the girls are being completely uncooperative on her behalf. It was all completely doomed from the beginning.

By the time the Sunday match rolled around, the team was a complete mess. The graceful chasers crashed into each other at least thrice, the amazing keeper could not do his only literal job and not twenty minutes had to go by before their score reached triple digits.

To no one’s surprise, Sirus casually “bumped” into the Ravenclaw chaser, right after the 120th point, throwing her off her broom.

A deafening whistle went off.

“Sirius Black!” the ref screeched “out and suspended!”

“Fuck’s sake” Sirius muttered “of course I’m the bad guy”

Angrily, he dropped to the ground and stomped to the lockeroom. Throwing his broom and removing his pads he sat down on the first bench he saw.

“A whole month a whole fucking month” he thought “putting up with James and Marlenes bullshit feud over Lily, who I also had to fucking tolerate!, to end up suspended for lightly touching that mutant asshole.”

Surely, James’s insufferable heartbreak was weighing on the whole team, but Sirius had other things weighing on him. Just last Sunday, the pretty little chaser he threw off her broom has been batting her big brown eyes at Remus. Right. Under. His. Nose.

Remus told him it had been over some homework thing, History of magic, but it was all a big ball of bullshit. Sirius knew perfectly well those two didn’t share any classes, but Remus managed to convince him was truly nothing and Sirius, blindly, decided to trust him, a regrettable decision.

Yesterday it happened again, they were standing beside the potions classroom, her eyelashes batting over and over for Remus, desperately craving his attention. The kind of attention Remus had sworn to only give Sirius. Bull. Shit.

“Pads?” A familiar voice resonated through the lockeroom. “I know you’re in here asshole, I just want to check on you before you got screamed at by everyone else”

“You’re here to scream at me?” He answered as Remus sat down beside him.

“Uh? No? I came to see how you’re doing, suspension and all”

“It’s just a semester, I can deal Remus but thanks.” He answered dryly

“The fuck is wrong with you? Don’t take your anger out at me I barely spoke to you today.” Remus argued

“Oh sure you have no time for your stupid boyfriend but all the time in the world for your bitchy girlfriend” Sirius bitched “I get it now, thanks for painting the clearer picture Moons, appreciated.”

“Girlfriend?” Remus said dumbfounded “what on earth is going on with you Pads? Who’s this girlfriend I know nothing of?”

“Oh you know, brown eyes, eyelashes that bat each time she even thinks of you, blonde, fell off her broom, you know her pretty well actually.” He spat back

“fucks sake, this again? What is it with you and Irina?” Remus asked turning at Sirius.

“What’s with me and Irina? What’s with you and Irina, Remus?” Sirius said turning to finally look at him “What is it that you two like to talk about so much you just can’t wait to talk to her?”

“She’s helping me with something” Remus said shyly

“Like your boners?”

“Like your birthday present you fucking dick.” Remus said getting up “She’s traveling to London next week, I’ve been asking her to buy you that stupid Led Zeppelin album you so desperately want since I can’t seem to get it anywhere else.”

Sirius stared down at his shoes. “Shit” he thought. However, being Sirius Black, he wasn’t just going to quit there.

“Well thanks Remus but I could wait for my birthday present if it meant you not flirting with her.”

“Merlin Sirius you are being unreasonable! We’re not flirting!” His hand practically teleported to his temple.

“Puh-lease Remus don’t pretend you don’t see how she worships the ground you walk, she’s always just lurking around the corner, waiting to be with you!” Sirius said standing up to face Remus. “The worst part is I can’t even blame her! You’re so fucking hot and do not stop giving her the time of day. I too would think I have a chance with the infamous Gryffindor casanova”

“Infamous?”

“You can’t be a nice casanova Moons,” Sirius ran his hands through his sweated hair “It just doesn’t work like that.”

“I’m quite nice to you, aren’t I?” Remus asked.

“Yeah sure, except when you’re flirting with Irina, you’re pretty decent”

“Oh fuck off” Remus chuckled

“and leave you alone in the lockeroom to wait for your girlfriend? No thanks.” Sirius meant it, but it came out as a tease, and he let it slide.

Remus laughed before sitting back down “so, how are you feeling?”

“Better” Sirius joined him, laying his sweaty head over Remus’s shoulder “please stop flirting with her, let her know you’re not interested or something it’s eating me alive” he pleaded. “Fuck i could have killed her with that throw”

“i know” Remus smirked

“Moony you’re smirking it’s weird” Sirius said sitting up.

“The smirking? why?”

“I just said I almost killed her and you’re practically laughing”

“i do think its funny” Remus rested his hand on Sirius’s lap, making him slightly jolt. “She is very annoying and you look incredibly hot all jealous and murdery over some stupid girl” Remus said, his fingers poking Sirius’s face.

“Fuck you” Sirius laughed, moving his face to the left.

“if you insist… i’ll be waiting in the dorm, James will probably kill himself after the team loss and Pete will be busy reviving him so I think we have some time.”

“Moony?”

“Mhm?”

“Next time she bats her eyes i’ll kill her right there and then.”

“Oh I am so looking forward to it.” And with a tender kiss, Sirius was left alone in the lockeroom one again.

[stargal333]

Lunar moth futiger aero radiohead elf wizard star girl failure ibs queen.

Uhh.. Baja blast+dr.pepper potion.

Dyslexic neko chan. Shadow heart fart:3

Joe mama

-a poem by me🧟‍♀️

Ps.

Grrrrrr

[azuresage]

random thoughts on Monster Hunter Wilds so far

no more scoutflies. PLEASE no more scoutflies. fuck scoutflies.

also no more autotracking. i dont want autotracking but if the choice is between autotracking and scoutflies ill take the autotracking.

INSTEAD what id like to see is a similar "pick up monster tracks and level up your knowledge" that world did but without the scoutflies, instead having your new mount bestie do the tracking without the goddamn obnoxious scoutflies covering the entire screen. just have it sniff out the monster and mark it on your map so it doesn't pull you away from what you're doing.

if we're getting dynamic weather then bring back temperature effects to go along with that. also add weather effects. we kind of already see that with the lightning.

obviously theres not going to be a wirebug and thats fine, as long as we get to keep air dodges ill be happy. i can live without wirefall. i just want to be able to air dodge. i do not want any lost mobility coming off sunbreak to this game. in this same vein i hope there's still wall running and jumps and stuff or even just parkour that's independent of the new mount. we see the new mount do parkour but i want to be able to do stuff like that without needing to use the mount.

i cannot stress enough that i do NOT want this new mount to do everything for me. the hunter should be able to do mostly everything mobility-wise that the mount can do, the mount just does it faster and allows you to sharpen weapon drink potion etc while riding it. i do not want the mount to be centralizing. PLEASE let me not shoot myself in the foot by choosing to work independently from it. 

no slinger and NO fucking clutch claw shit. never again. keep that shit 10000 feet away from my monster hunter do NOT bring it back ever.

i really, really do not want this game to feel like world/iceborne. speaking as a series veteran, w/ib are among my least favorite entries in the entire series and their weapon gameplay is boring as hell. PLEASE let the weapons feel more like sunbreak than iceborne. sunbreak is peak monhun gameplay, right next to genu. 

with that in mind i want the weapon movesets to keep being customizable. whether thats styles or switch skills or something new, whatever. just keep that trend going. i want arts/silkbinds/special moves to stay but i can live without them. honestly a fair compromise would be more command input type moves. but more customization in the gameplay is always ideal.

obviously layered armor and weapons have to stay. i want more hunter customization too. more hair styles and options and colors galore. 

That's all I got for now. I may think of more later. I'm really not sure what kind of new stuff I want to see. I just know what I want them to keep and what I want them to keep out.

[hannahhook7744]

If I go Missing (Reza Vizer);

Trigger Warnings: Reza is implied to be suicidal , implied child abuse, and mention of human trafficking. The following is to be handed over to Auradon in the event I go missing at the soonest possible convivence.

MY FULLl LEGAL NAME: Reza Vizer of Agrabah. 

NICKNAMES OR PET NAMES I GO BY: Rez, Re, R, Alphabet boy, Teacher's pet, Astronomy freak, Astronomy bitch, Astrology bitch, Smartie, Smartie pants, Brain boy, Brainie, and Einstein.

DATE OF BIRTH: April 7th, 15 years ago. 

RACE: Middle Eastern. 

HEIGHT: 5'9 (175.3 cm).

APPROXIMATE WEIGHT: 125.663 Ibs (57 kg). 

EYE COLOR: Green. 

HAIR COLOR: Dark brown, nearly black. 

GENDER: Male.

IDENTIFIABLE SCARS OR TATTOOS AND PLACEMENT: Big dipper scar on right knee, welt scars on back, star birthmark on left side of hip, and B.D.A magnifying glass tattoo on the right wrist. 

MOST RECENT ADDRESS: Mosa's Potions & healing remedies (aka his adoptive parents' home and business).

FAMILY:

Maji of Agrabah (Biological Mother)(Deceased),

Tareq Vizer of Agrabah (Biological Father)(Living),

Sadira of Agrabah (Adoptive Mother)(Living),

Mozenrath (Adoptive Father)(Living),

Omar of the Isle (Adoptive Brother)(Living),

Alya of the Isle (Adoptive Sister)(Living), 

Yzla Sorcerer of Enchancia (Girlfriend)(Living),

And Mystery Noir (Pet Turtle)(Living). 

CLOSE FRIEND NAME:  Harold 'Harry' Everett Badun.

PLACE OF EMPLOYMENT:  Mosa's Potions & Healing Remedies, Dragon Hall Tutor, and The Badun Detective Agency.

CLOSE WORK ACQUAINTANCE/MANAGER:  Jason ‘Jace’ Nelson Badun.

POSSIBLE SUSPECTS: 

Myself.

Rosina Leckermaul (The gingerbread hag). 

Claude Frollo.

Barker Coachman (the Coachman).

John Ratcliffe.

Tareq Vizer of Agrabah (Former Royal Astronomer of Agrabah).

Any of the other human traffickers on the isle.

Yen Sid (unlikely).

[wyrm-likes-objects]

oc posting time. i came up with all of these literally today-

Ice Bag (they/them): A plastic bag of ice of somewhat short height. The top half of the bag is tied up in a sort of pony tail. ice water pools in the bottom of the bag. their left arm is torn off, and where it should be there is a patch of duct tape to patch the hole. after waking up one day missing an arm and with no memory as to how they got there. this is especially strange as they are a plastic bag in a magic world with a notable lack of plastic or anything resembling the 21st century we’re all familiar with. Now, with several other objects alongside them, they must figure out what happened to them, and where they even came from. 

WyrmScale (he/him): A dull, red, scale, just like that of a Greater Wyrm. The scale is very very tough, and while still marked with several scratches, actually destroying the scale would be very difficult.  It’s one word, not two. The Scale part is capitalized though, make sure you get it right. Otherwise you might meet the sharp end of WyrmScale’s sword. WyrmScale is a high ranking adventurer, known for several great feats of killing monsters. While his skill with a sword is undeniable, being nearly indestructible makes an easy confidence boost, although maybe a bit too much, as WyrmScale will gladly rush into even the most dire of fights. he does technically have magical ability, however he uses all of it to boost his combat strength. 

Tome (she/they): A mystical tome of the dark arts. The cover is a light purple, with strange, hypnotic patterns that seem to move if you look at them too long. contained inside are many dark and evil spells that are not for the faint of heart. Tome would rather be ruling the world as an Evil Empress right now. And they totally would be, if they could actually read the spells inside of herself! since her eyes are on her front cover, she can’t actually read the spells written on her pages, but they hope to someday find a way, since nobody really wants to take a look for her. Despite not knowing the spells inside of her, they are quite brushed up on other magic for the day when they do actually learn their own contents, and they are the group’s spellcaster. 

Broom (he/they): A simple wooden broom, with a sweeper at the top end.  Broom isn’t a particularly skilled fighter, nor are they exceedingly great at magic, but at least they’re fast! Broom has a natural ability to fly, a gift going back generations in their family. Broom really would rather avoid all fighting, but considering that nobody can catch them, he makes a quite good scout, which is their purpose in the group. 

Potion (she/her): A round flask with a stopper at the top. contained inside is a green fluid. drinking this fluid would give the user the ability to jump quite high, although Potion has never let anyone do this. I wonder what it tastes like...? A disgraced alchemy student, Potion has set out on a journey to prove themselves to the academy. While her own contents are strictly forbidden for anyone to touch, the other potions she can make are all vastly helpful to the group. She is additionally skilled other buffing spells, so while she doesn’t fight directly, her trinkets and spells make the group significantly stronger. she also contributes many of the plans for the group, because running headlong in to danger will get anyone but WyrmScale killed quite quickly

wow this was a lot uh. yeah :thumbsup:

[the-swift-tricker]

suffering under the curse (ibs) and seeking respite through a powerful potion (imodium)

[madamlaydebug]

You can substitute the lemon for a lime if you follow Dr.Sebi methodology. A lime will have the same effect as a lemon.

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Diseases related with the digestive system are the most common health issues that are growing rapidly in this modern life. Irritable bowel syndrome (IBS), damaged gut and chronic constipation are the consequences of this situation.

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Colon is playing crucial role for elimination of toxins and waste from the body so this is the reason why we should take good care of it.

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Pure sea salt, apple, ginger and lemon/lime are the ingredients consisted in this potion. The large amounts of nutrients found in them will also improve your overall health.

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Pure Sea Salt ultimately improves digestion and removes waste and toxins through the body.

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Ginger stimulates the colon, reduces bloating and keeps it free from harmful toxins and waste.

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Lemon/Lime is one of the most powerful detox tools, rich in powerful antioxidants and Vitamin C.

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Do not forget that you have to consume at least 8 glasses of water during this treatment. From the morning till mid-afternoon is the best time to consume the water. Do not try this method if you are pregnant or suffer from diabetes or allergies.

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Ingredients: • ½ cup warm water

• ½ tsp sea salt

• 1 tsp ginger juice

• 2 tbsp fresh lemon/lime juice

• ½ cup 100% apple juice

These amounts are equal to 1 serving.

Preparation:

Warm up 3.5 oz of filtered water(spring or alkaline water) pour it into a glass, add the sea salt in it and mix well. Add the fresh lemon juice, ginger juice and apple juice and mix it again.

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Perform this procedure for 7 days. You will completely flush out the waste and toxins from your precious body. This magic potion will also burn the excess fat in your body and improve your overall health. #healthmatters #detox #colon #cleanser #ginger #lime #lemon #apple #springwater #alkalinewater

[meatheadmutt]

I thought I was crazy but apparently drinking with ibs makes potion of shit yourself

[hopefulstarfire]

Soooooo

It looks like I should hopefully begin streaming in September. My schedule I'm setting up for myself is Monday/Wednesday/Friday and everything will be on central time.

I'm planning out what games I want to play.

In terms of computer games, I got Balders Gate 3, Stardew, Sims 3 and 4 (and plan on uh getting 2 bc it and 3 are the best ones) but so help me when Paralives comes out I am abandoning ship and sticking with it -- I do have plans to do a series for 4 called Let's Fix The Lore bc I'm petty and pissy. I also have all 3 Dragon Age games and I think some other steam games I haven't touched. And I will be getting Neverwinter Nights 2 back. And I will play the new Fable when it comes out.

As for the Switch, I have Pokémon Scarlet/Violet, Brilliant Diamond, Legends: Arceus, Super Mystery Dungeon, Persona 5 Royal, Persona 3 Portable, Animal Crossing New Horizons, Sonic Mania, like 3 of the Story of Seasons games, Fire Emblem 3 House's, Fire Emblem Engage, Dragons Dogma, Baldurs Gate 1/2, Minecraft, Final Fantasy IX, Hades, DMC, DMC 3, New Pokémon Snap, Fire Emblem, YuGiOh Legacy of the Duelist, Cuphead, Spyro, Ori and the Blind Forest, To The Moon, Ib, Undertale, Digimon Cyber Sleuth, Breath of the Wild, Ace Attorney trilogy, Bratz, Wylde Flowers, Crash Bandicoot trilogy, What Remains of Edith Finch, Potion Permit, Persona 5 Strikers and Arcadia Fallen.

So it's also just like. If anyone has a request or thing they wanna see more that way I can plan bc I could easily play any of these and have fun. Some of them I actually haven't gotten a chance to play before so it'd be fun!

[wyrm-in-a-closet]

Heyyyyy I drew these a while ago but hey

human Ibs cast

Featuring potion, ice bag, and broom(with wings??👀)

I really like how they look👍

omg theyre so silly i love theses so much i like the human ice bag just a lad thank you so much