The Eyes of a ProfessorThe Eyes of a Professor by WhatIsInTheDark
“To light up…” Hugo looked at the written word on the otherwise blank paper. One word, that’s it. “To enlighten…”
“You are going to fail,” a far too familiar voice snorted behind him. He shook his head and glanced at his familiar, a huge grin spreading across his face. “It should have some faith in me, no?”
He had started to get used to his familiar by now. The creature’s never-ending taunts and remarks was now a part of his everyday life, and was even helping him to stay motivated during his studies. Hugo wanted to show him so badly that he could succeed, and Eztiroth’s lack of belief in him only spurred him on further. That, and the fact that he wanted to do good in magical linguistics, even if he didn’t study this course under Professor Razik.
“This Neos boy seems nice. Very pretty eyes it has…” The student smirked and turned back to his piece of paper. “Let’s t
He Wore My Makeup AgainAt least it wasn't a dress this time,He Wore My Makeup Again by lidsworth
but I know that my boyfriend
has something to hide.
When I'm not looking, he takes my purse,
uses my make up to cover the hurts.
Dabs his fingers into my foundation,
taps it on his face, with hands
as skilled as a physician.
The brush he rubs down the angles of his cheek.
He should be thankful that he's
the same complexion as me.
I've never seen him with a bare face,
whenever he's with me,
the make up will stay.
At least he hasn't used my lipstick
yet, I don't know how I would
feel about him adorned in red.
And my eye shadow, he seems to leave alone,
it seems he uses my make up,
just for an even tone.
Perhaps he'll progress to using the rest,
and then I suppose then, he'll start
wearing a dress.
I guess it's slow, this painful transition.
I just want him to say it,
he's already got my attention.
I get it he's a cross dresser, he has to be right?
Isn't that what men who want to
be women describe themselves like?
I think I'll confront him about his f
Greetings Fellow Nerds!|
I'm just a weirdo. Don't mind me. Continue with whatever you were doing.
• I love tummies. They’re soft and smooth…don’t judge.
• I’ve achieved master level of the "do not fangirl in front of your family" skill.
• If everyone would just give me their original characters the world would be a much better place.
• Hugs and cuddles.
• Benedict Cumberbatch and Tom Hiddleston.
• Bimbos. Especially girls that tries to seem stupid.
• Badly written fan fiction (even though I suck at it myself).
• Anything that tastes like strawberry that isn’t actually strawberry (yeah, good luck with that sentence).
• Undisciplined dogs. I blame the owners.
• Bad grammar.
• Racism/sexism/homophobia of any kind.
School sucks. I suck. Time sucks. So here, have some weird chibis.
Disruption Strength Partnership Retreat
Hugo fiddled idly with his hat as he patiently waited for his turn to present his assignment. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be nervous or not, but seeing as his audience was going to consist of Professor Razik and mostly beginner students, the demon felt rather composed. Hugo scanned the room and smiled when his hollow eyes landed on his favourite witch. That pleased expression didn’t last very long however, and the man scrunched his nose as he noted that that green fae was there as well. He’d learned to be cautious around him by now…
“Aahh, yes… excellent work,” Professor Razik praised the current speaker as he finished. “Let’s see, next one up is… Hugo! Please step forward.” The kelpie beamed at him as he trailed up to the black board, plaque in hand.
“Hello.” He waved awkwardly at the other students. “My name is Hugo,” the demon stated and showed everyone the plaque before placing it on the brim of his hat. “I love learning new things and meeting new people… I like hair, it’s very pretty…” Hugo played with his sleeves as he spoke, now and then looking up at Cathrine or Razik to feel more comfortable. What was one even supposed to tell people about oneself? “I don’t think I like babies that much, as my lovely Professor so kindly made me realise.” Hugo huffed and stared directly at the green man, knowing that he knew exactly what he was talking about. “They sound far too loud… Oh, and I have a familiar named Eztiroth. It is not very nice…” The pale man bowed slightly (apparently done with his presentation) before making his way over to where his professor was sitting. He handed the plaque over to Razik with a quirky little smile on his lips. “Perhaps we students should tease it as well. Out of affection, of course,” he whispered softly before going back to his seat.
He sighed and slumped down in the chair. At least he had one more thing to scratch off his to-do list.
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Razik © Yekrutslover
Virgil © Diluculi
Cathrine © MoeMoe-Momo
Ester tried to stifle her laughter but still earned a few glares from her fellow classmates. 50 Shades of Gray? Really? Boy, she was going to like this teacher… And she sure was eager to learn! Well, eager to show off, at least.
As soon as the presentation was finished, the elf quickly darted up to the kelpie’s desk and grabbed one of the blood stones. “I’ll be taking this, thanks~” she stated before heading for the door. This one she wanted to do on her own.
She held the stone close to her face as she walked out of the classroom, studying it carefully. “Awesome,” she breathed out as the luminescent swirls moved about inside it. Ester wasn’t very patient and didn’t feel like waiting until she got back to her dorm room, so she simply sat down on the corridor floor and drew out her dagger. Without hesitation she cut the tip of her finger and smeared her blood across the stone.
Ester smirked and watched the stone with fascination as it changed colour. After a few seconds it had a clear crimson tint to it, and it didn’t take long before it resembled a small ruby. She could feel it pulsating in her hands and noted how fast the liquid flowed inside. It had a slight glow to it, but nothing overly impressive, much to her dismay.
It was still kind of nice though…
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