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Minty / Mania / mint <3

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CRK, TWST, and BSD

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A/N: Sorry for taking so long!! Ó╭╮Ò Here the Pt 2 of match up! (Rui) @livisnotliving32

(No first years, they are all my adoptive children)

What do you look like: I’m a girl, above average height (5’8”), I’m a little squishy (I’ve been told I give good hugs). My arms and shoulders are broad/kinda muscular as are my thighs. I have really long hair (ends just under my ribs) it is a brownish red colour that I have dyed even redder at the ends. I have pale skin, with freckles that have mostly accumulated on my arm. My eyes a grey-green and I wear thick rimmed tortoiseshell glasses. Also my fashion sense is like punk/pirate/whimsical woodland creature

Do you prefer living in the city or country: I’ve only ever lived in the city, but I think I would prefer the country

Favorite weather: Really specific, but light rain in the evening in mid October

What is your type (optional): It’s so specific it would skew results, so I’ll just say I prefer longer hair

Age or what year you'd be: Year 2

Hobbies: I crochet, write (kinda badly), draw, do cosplay and sometimes play volleyball

Likes: I like animals and being creative, and sharing my love of things with other people, I like being outside, and being alone, I like feeling loved (hugs and cuddles) and being warm. Also sleeping, playing video games and binging tv.

Dislikes: I don’t like big crowds, or when multiple people talk to me at once. I don’t like myself (insecurities go brrrr). I also don’t like food, at least, I have a different relationship with food than a lot of people.

What kind of friend are you: I’d like to think that I am a friend who listens, and who loves to engage with my friend’s interests, who can build them up to be more confident.

Traits you like in a person (platonic): Openness to all kinds of interests and will engage with yours with enthusiasm, an understanding of other people’s emotional states and also who know what to do when you need comfort/the ability to comfort

Traits you don't like in a person (platonic): Poor volume control, general disregard for other people/the inability to read people/read the mood, also people who are too charismatic (idk why). Also people who put other people down for being interested in and excited about things that are considered ‘cringe’

Your best quality: (Also my downfall) My empathy and self-sacrificing behaviour

Unique magic (optional): A spell that lets me know how a person is feeling and take on some of that emotion

(Sorry if some of this doesn’t make sense, I kinda just word vomited)

. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜TWST match up゜✭・.・✫゜・。.

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I sent you an anonymous match up request about 6 months ago, give or take, and I know that you’re very busy and I completely understand if you just haven’t gotten around to it

I’m more worried that you just never got it at all lol

I don’t remember much, cause it was forever ago, and you may have replied to it and I just missed it

I’m pretty sure I described myself as having long auburn hair, being a little chubby and being above average height

(I’ll go back through your blog to triple check I didn’t just miss it)

Ah! Sorry for the long wait, I have a few request from a long while ago, I'm pretty slow to answer with a my life stuff and all. But I thank you for your patience and have worked all night to get it done!

It is scheduled to post at my normal time of 9am CDT!

As of now I am in more of a drawing mood rather than writing. I am still going to write but it isn't my passion right now, so I will be taking drawing requests! (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

Taking in a kitten! /ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\

(heartslabyul) (Savannaclaw)(Pt2)

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Leona Kingscholar ♡

He does not want a cat

And makes it very clear that if you got one he would not hold, pet, or care for the furball

You’re lucky he keeps Grim around he says

So one day as he waltz into your home you can’t help but notice the little “furball” following like a duckling following it mother

You couldn’t help but laugh

And that caused Leona to send you a confused glare

“What happened to no cats?” he’s ears twitched, then looking around he saw the kitten

“What the- get this thing out of here.” He grumbled

You took the small feline in since your husband refused, Savana, you named her

And you feed and play with her 

She was a polite little lady, always prancing around and rarely making a peep unless to alert someone of her presence 

And she was very fond of naps 

Very fond

You soon found Leona napping in his usually places with a little kitten napping along with him

Most of the time she laying on him 

Sometimes next to him

Leona was searching around the house for a while now. “What’cha looking for Leona?” You called after he walked into the kitchen for the second time only to leave after a quick sweep. “Nothin” He looked away from you as if hiding something, his ears alert and tail limp. 

He continued his search, yet this time you followed, now Leona has amazing hearing. But you have been together for many years. You’ve learned to walk quite enough to not disturb his naps or interrupt his meetings. And you were going to put those skills to good use, to get to the bottom of the little mystery you’ve found yourself intrigued by. 

The prince stopped upon finding Savana on your porch, “There you are fluff. You know you cause me to miss some precious minutes of napping. The sun’s almost set…though the sunset should be enough sunlight to bask in.” He crouched down and pet the kitten… you almost gasped. Then even more shocking he laid down on the porches tiles, laying an arm under his hand. And with the other he picked up Savana and placed her on his chest. Soon they both were out like a light and you wished you had brought your phone to photograph this moment in history.

Oh well, let Mr. “I don’t want a cat” , enjoy his nap in peace.

Jack howl ♡

Jack was always more of a dog person

How they stick together and defend their pack spoke to him

But the cute kitten that meowed at him until he cave and pet him might have changed his opinions a bit

 But then out of the bush next to them came another kitten

Then another

Then another

And then two more

5 small, defenceless, babies

Jack may be a stoic man but he couldn’t resist the call of cute cuddly kittens

So he took them home!

Of course not without a call to you first 

It would be unwise to come home with so many cats without clearing it with you first 

And once he got the green light from you he would take them home before leaving again to pick up cat supplies

Now you have a pack of little kittens! How cute!

“OH! Let’s name them after our friends!” You beamed at him then pointing to the first of the kittens. A mean one for sure, the second jack had picked him up he was hissing and biting, “That one is definitely a Sebek.” Jack nodded, “I see the resemblance.” He looked at two kittens, one being a ginger and sitting one top of a grey one, much to the grey ones dismay. “They can be Ace and Deuce,” the smallest one sat watching the other with a tilted head. “Ortho” You both said, turning to each other with a quick laugh, “jinx!” and that left the last cat, a deceptively cute one, maybe the most energetic of the bunch. “And last but not least Epel!” you cheered.

The kittens played and tussled with each other as you and Jack watched, you leaning your head on his shoulder as he beamed with pride, clearly happy you enjoyed the kittens.

Ruggie Bucchi ♡

Ruggie Bucchi only shares his food with two people

His grandma, and his partner

Not another soul….

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…

That is until he was harassed by a stray begging for some turkey off the sandwich you had packed for him

And he tried to refuse

Shoo the thing away and eat his lunch in peace

But the cat would.not.stop.screaming

It was calling attention from people passing by

And Ruggie had to respect the hustle

What he didn’t respect as much was the cat following him back to work

Not to mention the nonstop meowing 

He sent you a pic of the kitten sleeping on his lap

And you just begged him to take him home, to which he agree…so long as he got to pick the name

Edd

He’s a sucker for pets with people names like that

“Oh so now you’re quiet… makin me seem like a liar lil guy.” Ruggie grumbled, he had been trying to show you how much the chatterbox meowed only for the cat to stop as soon as he got home. You couldn’t help but laugh at Ruggie’s remark at the cat.

At your laughter the cat proceeded to start making chirp noises, almost eerily similar to laughter. You and Ruggie glanced at each other,  the cat stopped one you did. Your fiance, testing a theory, began laughing. The cat took only a second to begin laughing along. When you cooed the Edd did a little spin and mewed happily, clearly enjoying the attention.

My new job is nightshift which has been messing with my schedule

I am trying to write in my spare time though!

Please block them

Kill me now so I miss the suffering

Apologies for taking so long

Didn't expect to receive an art request on my drawing account, though to be fair I don't get many art requests on my main any more haha.

I went with the crk style since I don't want to risk anyone recognizing my art style, hope you enjoy (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

but I will try to get back to writing as soon as possible!

Taking in a kitten! /ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\

(heartslabyul) (pt1)

A/N: I took in a stray kitten this past Friday! So I plan to do all the dorms taking in kittens. She's so cute guys but a handful indeed hehe ^..^

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Riddle Rosehearts ♡

It was the most regal white cat.

Her fur so fluffy you could use her as a pillow, and yet…

Left on the streets 

The cold, dirty streets 

How could Riddle possibly leave such a refined creature to fend for itself?

Riddle always came home at the same time every day, so when he was not one but 2 hours late you were about to send the search party

Until he came home with a cat and all the basic cat needs

He had also already scheduled a vet and grooming appointment while shopping

Now He expected to train this cat to be a well behaved and rule following young lady

…but sadly cats seem to never listen so he was going to be in for a ride with this one

And that is how Queenie joined your family.

It was 3 in the morning, the sun had not even risen and the birds were still sound asleep. Riddle had to be up soon to get ready for work. But he was awoken early by a paw directly in his mouth. Queenie, it would seem, was hungry. The red head had her on a strict feeding schedule and yet every night since he had brought her home he was woken the same way. Riddle let out and sigh and picked the feline up with a calm seen only by close friends and family. “Must you be so frenzied when hungry? It's getting annoying, my queen.” He tsk and tut-ed. Chiding the young kitten as he walked to the kitchen. He wanted to keep his feeding schedule, he really did. But when he was having a hard time sleeping it was affecting his work. And his work might as well be his child. Well I suppose Queenie is the true closest thing you both had to a child, and let it be foreshadowing that Riddle would never be able to say no to his children. After all, he was breaking his own rule and giving Queenie an early breakfast.

“Now you’ve been fed, happy now?” Riddle turned to go back to bed only to hear a grating voice call out to him. “ MRAH?! YOU’RE GOING TO FEED PRINCESS HERE AND NOT ME?!”

Grim..

Riddle sighed and turned back to the cupboard in order to reach for some tuna. Seven have mercy and allow him to get some sleep tonight…

Trey Clover ♡

The warmth of the bakery had drawn the poor thing in. 

Trey was just waking up to start preparing the pastries when he heard a mew from his pan cabinet 

Upon searching, he found an adorable kitten. Barely a month old

Where was it’s mom? And siblings? Well it needs something to eat

The baby seemed to be skin and bones

Trey could not let that be

So he fetched some of Grim’s tuna from his stash….he’d just buy some more to replace it later once the kitten is fed

It took everything for him to not just go and wake you up to see the cutie

But it was 2 am and he doubted a kitten would fix the sour mood you’d be in should you not get enough sleep

So rather Trey took a spare blanket and build a little bed for the kitten to keep warm as he started his day

He’d show you the new member of your little family once you woke up

And while he was going to let you have final say with the name…he did think scone would be a fitting name for the bakery’s second cat

Flour went everywhere as scone (place holder name) jumped into the bowl Trey had left unattended for less than a second. And somehow the little thing managed to make a mess. Trey was at a loss, he had closed the door when he left the cat in the laundry room, making sure he was tucked in and everything. So how come scone was now prancing around the kitchen and causing a problem. “Hey now! Get down from there. No!” The kitten was now climbing up the shelves and knocking over jars and bags. Loud shattering and scattering glass could be heard all the way from the bedroom, where you, his sleeping partner was resting.

“Pspspsps, here kitty.” Trey scrambled to grab the cat as he ran around the shop. Once being worried about not having the baked goods ready in time he now was panicking over the glass littering the floor.

“Ughh, what’s going on down here?” “Are you ok Trey?!” Trey and the kitten both froze at the sound of you and Grim coming down the stairs. He used this as the perfect chance to catch the distracted cat. You reached the bottom of the steps and looked with horror at the mess, jam was smeared on the tables, flour dusted the flours and counters. Glass was spread on the floor. And in the center of the chaos was your beloved baker….and a kitten.

“Surpirse?”

Cater Diamond ♡

He had been seeing pics of cute cats all over magicam!

And maybe that was influencing his decision making 

But really, who could see an adorable little fur ball and turn them away?

Picking up the kitten he dashed to the nearest pet store to pick out the cutest collar and trendiest cat toys!

But Cater was severally underestimating how hard it was to care for a cat

After all you make looking after Grim look so easy

Can you blame a card for wanting a little buddy to take cute pics of? 

Cater had never appreciated all the work you do taking care of Grim more, I mean…feeding and cleaning. Training and don’t even get him started on the litter box. Really had he bitten off more than he could chew? Maybe. But ever helpful you are here to show him the ropes, because even if it isn’t easy Cay-cay ain’t a quitter! And besides the cat was basically our child now, and what kinda father would abandon their kid after a bit of a rough patch? 

“Okie, so I mix the wet and the dry foods, got it!” Cater shut the pantry door with a bump of his hip. Phone propped up by his shoulder and can of cat food in hand. The kitten, that of which Cater was still trying to pick the perfect name for, was playing with Cater’s diamond plush…not something he wanted considering the amount of money he had spent on toys, but whatever his baby wanted.

He opened the can and scooped the contents into the cat’s bowl, face scrunching up at the less than appealing smell. Sprinkling in some kibble he mixed it together and placed it on the floor. The Kitten immediately ran to inspect the bowl as Cater cooed to you over the phone. “She’s the cutest!~ oh! Let me take a picture #Baby’s first tuna bowl!” 

Ace Trappola ♡

Saw a orange cat doing some dumbass behavior and just had to bring him home

And the walk home was eventful

With Ace accidentally letting go of the stray and having to chase him down

But of course you can only expect chaos from orange cats

So now Ace was in deep shit

How was he meant to explain the complete mess Ace jr had caused to you 

Your vase holding the flowers he had gotten you last week was shattered on the floor. The throw pillows on the couch had fluff bursting out the seams from where Ace jr’s claws had scratched them up. The curtain rod was pulled down with a loud clatter and the sun flooded the room.

Ace had exactly 7 minutes before you’d be home.

And when you saw the hell that had broken loose? You might actually kill him. The house looks like he let loose some wind magic and decided the place needed redecoration. “GET BACK HERE!” Ace lunged at the feline, promptly running into a table and falling to the floor. The table falling over and chipping upon impact with the floor. Sevens…that was your favorite table.

Ace stopped his pursuit of the kitten for a moment and used his brain. ‘If I keep at it then the prefect won’t have a home to come back to…’ Ace needed to rethink his approach. What always worked with Grim? Hmmm…. Food! That was a guaranteed way to get Grim to chill out, a can of tuna or two and you had a happy flame cat on your hands. All Ace had to do was find some cat treats and lure the rascal to him. And then he can start straightening up before you see the mess he’s caused. “Psps, looky here cat. I gotta a bunch of treats for you” Ace sprinkled the food on the floor and hid around the corner of the couch.

Ace Jr sniffed the air. His eyes quickly found the trap laid for him. And like Ace the first had expected he bound for the pile, not a moment sooner than the first bite Ace snatched up the kitten and held him above his head with a shout of “YES!”

“ACE TRAPPOLA”

Oops…seems he didn’t have time to clean.

Deuce Spade ♡

Mama Spade used to feed the strays in town

So when you guys got your own place Deuce would always set out a bowl for any cats (and Dogs) that happened to need a bite

You got a few visitors every now and again

But one in particular stood out to Deuce

A tabby, with striking gold eyes

An utter sweetheart

Always cuddling up to you when you refill the bowls

Even sleeping on Deuce’s lap while he reads outside

Neither of you were planning on keeping her

Until Deuce made the grave mistake of naming her

He named her Dylla

Yes after his mom

But she really is a Dylla

After that day you both started getting closer with the cat

Getting worried when she didn’t show up for days

And even buying her a pretty blue collar

Oh who were you guys kidding, she’s your cat now

“Have you seen Dylla today? I bought a tag for her collar, it has our address in case she gets hurt or lost.” Deuce held up the spade shaped tag. A big smile on his face. You smiled back before nodding your head towards the back door. “She’s napping on your chair right now.” 

Deuce jogged in the direction of the back door before stopping. He turned to you, still with a smile but now a lot more shy, “Say, what do you think about…taking in Dylla? I know we already have Grim but I was just thinking…” You looked at him quizzically.

In the spring and summer he hosts his family gathering in the backyard. Talking everyone's ear off on his labour and hardwork. Gesturing to the tall sunflowers and speaking about how these ones were especially difficult to grow. 

In the winter he begins preparing his seedlings and sprouts for the warmer times. Moving his potted plants indoors to spare both him and them the bite of the winter chill. He still cares for them with precision and a careful touch. You’ve noticed how his voice is quieter when the plants are inside, as if he worries the loud boom of his voice may wilt them.

Not only does he grow flowers and produce but herbs as well. He often gives his herbs to Lilia for whatever awful concoction he plans to make his sons for dinner that night. 

You get the treat of fresh fruits and vegetables. Along with baked gods prepared by your loving husband. Every once in a while being woken to the sweet smell of muffins and coffee. Or on birthdays being presented with a cake topped with fruits from the garden.

Your grandkids love to visit and, when permitted, help out. Sebek visited often before starting at NRC, watching in awe as Baur worked with the plants. And one day you hope that Sebek will invite some of his friends over for the summer to come by, he really could use friends other than Silver. 

Speaking of the sweet boy, Baur was never fond of the young man. Even going as far to not allow him in the garden, as quoted “That human might ruin all my hard work, all humans do is destroy fae land.” This of course did not slide with you, as Silver was allowed in the garden as all the other children were. Though you had to admit his animal friends may have eaten a few things…

A nice tea date with Fyodor, during his limited free time. Whether you'd prefer to fill the air with chatter or sit in silence he doesn't mind.

You like to play a fun little game, Ivan brings out two cups of tea, with the same blend. Neither of you know what is in the tea. The point of the game is to see who can correctly guess the blend's ingredients. Fyodor always wins of course, you only even seem to get hints of a taste or a clue from the smell. Fyodor doesn't even need to drink it to tell, but he always does, you take your first sips together. commenting on the taste and color.

He always adds three sugars to his tea, no matter what it is, one of the few habits he has you have picked up on as his partner. Like with how he always sits himself in the shade, or how he brings a copy of whatever book you are reading at the time so if conversation and silence bore you he can read it to you.

Simply things.

But they bring you comfort nonetheless.

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Snackies =3

In return may I pretty pls request a Pure Vanilla x reader headcanons where reader is like "Okay, before we date, you gotta get approval from my siblings first. Thats the rule they gave me, they need to approve of you first" and PVC is thinking reader has a bunch of overprotective older siblings... but it turns out reader just has a gang of, like, 5-10 year old sibs who would all fistfight DE for them. Idk I think itd be funny xD

The right of passage

A/N: aw cute idea, and thank you for the snacks!

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Pure vanilla straightens out his tie, after all this was an important milestone in your relationship. He was finally going to meet the siblings you talked so much about. 

Your family values are one of the many things he loves about you. And your family is (hopefully) his family, so this was going to be a make or break night.

You squeezed his hand gently as you encouraged him to stop fidgeting with his outfit, “ You look great. They will love you, it's just… they may come off as a little intense on the first meeting or two. But you got this!” Your words meant to comfort only stressed the poor cookie out more. What if’s playing in his mind. Relentless thoughts of all that may go wrong. You matter more to him more than any gold or answers to the world’s mysteries. And he couldn't even recall the last time he had felt this way about someone, so as you made the long walk to your family home he let his worries turn to doubts. Would you break up with him if your siblings didn't like him? How could he win them over? Would they like him? “ We're here!” You called to him, breaking his spiral, before him was a quaint house with a nice yard… filled with toys? Did your siblings have little doughs? Well maybe that could work in his favor, children usually love him. 

Unlocking the door with little struggle you pulled him inside. The interior was similarly quaint as the exterior, with a homely feeling and decorations that clearly were accumulated over a few years. He smiled to himself, this home was so very you, he hoped that once you moved in with him you'd bring this same sense of comfort to his castle. 

“You're home!”  a distinctly child-like voice rang out, followed by a few others giggling and cheering. You turned to the source of the sounds with a fond smile, “and they would be my siblings” Pure vanilla was taken back. But quickly adjusted to the new situation, he was worried he'd be dealing with stern fully grown cookies that would be overly protective of you. But rather it was three young children he would have to prove himself to.“ Hello, it is a pleasure to meet you, I'm pure vani-”

your siblings didn't even allow him the chance to finish. 

Immediately they bombarded him with questions, who he was. Where he's from. How old he is. Etc etc. looking to you for guidance you simply shook your head with an exhausted smile and nudged him to answer. 

The youngest, a little girl, wore a scowl so intense it could put the dark cocoa king to shame. The old was barely 10 and yet they seemed to run the trio like the military. Barking out questions and demanding satisfactory answers in return. And the middle treated Pure vanilla like he was on trial for murder. Doubting everything he said, the young boy would shake his head at every word and smile. But ever persistent the blonde kept at his work, being ever so friendly and open.

“You’re a king right? How do you expect us to believe you’ll make time for our sibling when you are so busy running a kingdom!” The other two nodded along clearly sharing the sentiment. “I- Well, you see.” He looked around, as if that would give him an answer that would make them change their tune. He felt your hand on his knee under the table, giving a gentle squeeze once more to reassure your lover. 

“...I can’t guarantee I will always have time, but every moment I spend away from them is suffering for me, I promise to do my best to be by their side.” He turned to you and smiled. His eyes had a soft light that warmed your soul. 

With that, the three huddled in the corner of the room discussing the fate of your relationship. Pure vanilla whispered to you, “Do you think I made a good impression?” “ I think they liked you!”

He gave you a strained smile, his distrust of that statement clear to see. “You may date.” The verdict was quick and sharp. Pure vanilla’s head quickly snapping from your face to the faces of your siblings. They still carried their scowls yet underneath he could see the beginnings of trust. A familial bond he would foster and grow as your relationship moved forward. Pure vanilla smiled a bright, joyous smile. Leaping up from his chair he took a bow and swore to them, “I shall treat them with all the kindness and love they deserve, have no worries for as long as I am here I will provide.”  Your sister almost rolled her eyes, your brothers looking at him like he had two heads.

What do you look like: im on the shorter side, 4’11 ish, tan, olive skin, im told i have pretty big eyes (brown) and i have prettyyyy thick, wavy, shoulder length black hair with bangs, and i usually wear them in princess curls(?) think soft drill curls!! fashion wise i am a gyaru!! i wear gyaru makeup, and dress very feminine. lots and lots and LOTSSSS of baby pink 😋😋 i love mini skirts and flowy, cutesy clothing, i used to be interested in lolita fashion, but now i dress very roma gyaru. i like wearing hair bows and lots of other hair accessories. also, i wear lots of indian, gold jewelry (jhumkas, anklets, bangles)

Do you prefer living in the city or country: i would say i prefer a quiet(?) city, like a nice downtown area 😋

Favorite weather: i LOVE spring weather, very sunny but with a nice breeze

What is your type (optional): hmmmmm…. i like guys who are into music, and guys who are very loyal are deffo a huge plus!! i dont really have a type, but im a hyuuge sucker for nerds, but this isnt a hard and fast thing. i like all types of guys!!

Age or what year you'd be: i thiiink id be either a first or second year

Hobbies: i love to draw and paint, and a HYUUUGE fashionista. shopping, makeup, all that jazz. i also crochet a lot (clothing) and i love baking also!

Likes: anything pink and girly, i love shrimp and seafood, apple pie, crumble, esque desserts, hime gyaru fashion, cozy games, PENGUINS PENGUINS PENGUINSSSS, and animals in general

Dislikes: HORROR ANYTHINGGGG, spiders, rude people, judgemental people

What kind of friend are you: im very very loyal, but i also hate conflict, so when a fight breaks out i want to resolve it as quickly as possible and communicate it clearly. i like to keep emergency things on me at all times in case anyone needs anything, and i love making my friends laugh

Traits you like in a person (platonic): HUMOR!!! i value when my friends can make me laugh, like i literally dread having to go to club meetings bc my friends are so funny that i dont wanna miss a single day with them. i also value loyalty a LOT.

Traits you don't like in a person (platonic): NON CONFRONTATIONAL BEHAVIOR!!!! if anyone has a problem with me, i want to know ASAP! id rather know why someones mad at me than someone go around shit talking me to everyone, and i also hate hate hate people who make fun of me for trying new things or how i look. additionally, PPL WHO MAKE FUN OF MY CULTURE. im indian and my culture is so so soooo important to me, and i dont tolerate any racism towards it or others culture. i had a very horrible experience with my old friend group that was very misogynistic and hateful for no reason

Your best quality: i think this can also be negative, but i wear my emotions clear as day on my face. if im sad you will see it, if im happy you will see it, etc!

Unique magic (optional): i dont think id have any unique magic 💔 my yuu is pretty much true to canon, “magicless prefect” and what not

ty for taking this request if you do!! take care and rest well <3

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