Misadventures of Prickles the Penguin

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[icaimess]

[prickles-the-penguin]

Awwwwwww look at them

[fleshdyk3]

btw i was looking up pics of california condors the other day and found this and im like on the verge of tears are you guys fucking seeing this

[prickles-the-penguin]

OMG THE LIL SNUGGLES

[the-average-gatsby]

your discord pfp and your tumblr pfp are locked in a room together. what happens?

[william-rex]

[aquagirl1978]

[ikeprinces-stuff]

UwU

[prickles-the-penguin]

🎀✨Does Leon feel Bonita? ✨🎀

[ikeprinces-stuff]

It wasn't the sweet, sweet words he said that had me crying under my blanket at 1am...

But the fact that he says these sweet, sweet words with my real, real name is what made me cry...

Not Emma

Not Romarin

Not even Potatoes...

But my real name, ME, behind the screen, it made me cry as if Leon is really talking to ME and not to the programmed MC... ✋🏻🥹💕✨

[prickles-the-penguin]

So, when’s the wedding? 👀

[maeko-kun]

At last I'm finish! Silvio's jingle jangle takes my time lol 😅😂

[leonscape-deactivated20241107]

real

[chimielie]

cw: reader is a business major. read tags if concerned about canon deviation

kuroo’s schedule this semester is insane.

he’s working part time to cover housing because his roommate dropped out without telling him, he’s taking something like fifty labs all worth half a credit each (only a slight exaggeration), and, worst of all, there’s no time in his day to see you.

he misses you. you’re trying to buck up and not be needy, but he can see it in your eyes, in the way you always fall right into his arms every time you do see each other, like you need to sate your skin-hunger because you don’t know when you’ll see him next. he appreciates your understanding, but… he misses you, too.

he’d set up a fucking chart, made you fill in your weekly schedule, overlapping his, until he found a hole in both.

“it’ll have to be while i do homework,” he’d said, foot tapping anxiously, “is that okay?”

“of course,” you’d given him your easy, sunny smile, and he planted his face in your lap and moved your hand to muss his hair more.

now, he looks over at you fondly, lying on your back spread-eagle in his bed. it’s something you rarely get to do, since he’s usually crammed in it with you. you sleep holding hands, when you stay the night, locked together like sea otters drifting on the waves.

he’s exiled to the desk next to the bed, though, working through reactions of aromatics and sneaking longing glances at your prone form.

“do you wanna—”

“i’m not in chemistry for a reason,” your voice floats up from the bed, though your eyes stay peacefully closed. “do your molecule splitting or whatever yourself.”

“mean,” kuroo says, pushing his chair back and running his hands through his hair. “what if i was gonna say ‘do you wanna cuddle?’”

“mm, you weren’t,” you say. “i said that earlier and you were all, no, babe, i have to finish my lab workbook because the—”

“i know what i said,” he grumbles. “go back to sleep.”

“okay,” you say. “i believe in you. or whatever. good luck.”

“thanks.” he picks up his pencil again for a moment, then tilts his chair back, tipping his head backward, hands braced on the desk. his room is so small he’s almost touching the bed. you tilt your head to the side, eyes opening the slightest bit. “what am i even doing this for?”

“because it’s your passion, honey.” one of your hands rests on your stomach, just beneath the hem of your shirt. that’s where he likes to hold you.

“but you’re gonna be the one making all the money,” he whines. “and all you have to do is make a bunch of supply demand graphs all day.”

“yep,” you say brightly, “but i make those graphs so you can be my stay at home husband someday. so watch your mouth.”

“fine,” he grumbles, righting his chair. “that’s what i’m doing this for. to be your househusband.”

“that’s right,” you say encouragingly. “work hard, tetsurō.”

as he settles back into the flow of his work and your breath eases into the steady rhythm of the sleeping, he looks at you again, now facedown in his pillows, one arm curled around the space where he should be. the melody of a life taking shape rings in his ears; for a second, he can see it. a house with a yard, with a garden, with a kitchen where you kiss his cheek while he cooks dinner and where he spins you after a couple glasses of wine. light suffuses him; he gets back to work.

[beauty-and-the-bert]

Emma, But...

Sariel: Pop Quiz. Please fill in the blanks.

Sariel: Jade is the nation of [blank] and [blank].

Emma: H..........

Emma: Halloween and whores.

Keith: What?! (scours through his letters from home) How much has changed since I've been away?!

Sariel: (marks incorrect) Next question. Obsidian is the nation of [blank] and [blank].

Emma: Military and minerals.

Gilbert: Hehe, that's not technically wrong.

Sariel: (marks incorrect) Next question. Benitoite is the nation of [blank] and [blank].

Emma: Boobs and booze.

Silvio: Ha! I wi—

Sariel: (receives a slip of paper from Jin) What's this?

Jin: I'm expatriating to Benitoite.

Jin: (taps chin thoughtfully) ...I might stop by Jade first.

Sariel: (to himself) Well then, I'm going to just skip asking Emma what she thinks Tanzanite is known for...

Gilbert: (to Jin) Aren't you going to ask about the mammary situation in my country?

Jin: I hate you, but spare me no detail.

[hoao]

haikyuu is incredible man…

you ever think about the fact that some people exist not to become stars but to lead others towards the light? ….

hinata was so moved by the little giant that his life found meaning the moment he came into his life (and the little giant never really ended up becoming a pro volleyball player in the first place despite his drive and talent!)

nekomata sensei’s “all we have to do is to lower the net!” shaped kuroo’s entire existence. it left such an impression on him that kuroo turned it into his goal in life: helping as many people as possible discover volleyball.

kuroo himself never going pro but becoming instead a bridge between people and volleyball (which he loves so dearly he wants to make it everyone’s business).

takeda sensei’s “He Who Would Climb a Ladder Must Begin at the Bottom” (which he says to hinata during his first year) became so meaningful to him that hinata hanged it on the wall of his bedroom in Brazil.

sugawara becoming a teacher and getting emotional when facing hinata (to whom he used to set when kageyama refused to do it) and kageyama (who quite literally took what had been his place up until the moment he came) and their growth.

you might think you will never end up doing anything great. instead, i believe you might not end up doing something grand, but whatever it is that you do in life it will always be great and you simply never know whether that one thing you said once or that one thing you once did will ever become the driving force behind someone else’s dream.

[dakt37]

Hey, if you're a minor and you're following my blog, I just need you to be aware:

You have been on this earth for fewer years than my cat has.

She turns 20 this week, everyone please say happy birthday 🥳💖

[dakt37]

Update! She tolerated wearing a hat for the occasion ✨

[dakt37]

Good news, everyone!! 🎉

[irisintheafterglow]

you were glowing again.

you, you, beautiful you tucked under the sheets of his tiny twin bed in an even tinier university dorm. with barely enough room to fit both of you, the arm pinning you against him was simultaneously ensuring you didn't roll onto the carpet. the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, bathing his room in a comforting orange glow. and there you were, smiling at him like he'd placed every star in the sky.

"i don't understand how you could be so enchanting," he whispers, "but still know zero shit about chemistry."

"there's no correlation between those two things," you point out just as softly, a small smirk teasing at the corner of your mouth. "one can be enchanting and stupid at the same time." he shrugs but peeks down at you with one sleepy eye open.

"i guess so."

"maybe i'm enchantingly stupid," you joke and his chuckle rumbles against your body. "it's a possibility."

"no, no. i think you're stupidly enchanting," he corrects, pressing his lips to the top of your forehead. "don't fall asleep. you still need to finish that worksheet."

"fuck the worksheet," you mutter against the fabric of his shirt. you grip tighter to his body even when he makes no indication of pushing you off and it makes him smile again. "i like being here with you."

"i like being here with you, too."

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[mrs-kurooo]

⟢ pairing: kuroo x fem!reader

⟢ genre: comfort/fluff

⟢ wc: < 1k

⟢ a/n: the first piece for this blog had to be for my husband ofc so this is very selfship coded ^.^i hope you guys enjoy <33

“I have a question.”

“Shoot.”

“Do you really need me?”

Kuroo pauses in turning the page of his novel and peers over the top of the hardback to where you sit at your dressing table. You don’t look upset but you do look thoughtful as you massage moisturiser into your cheeks. There's a faraway look in your eyes reflecting back at him in the mirror and he sits up a little, cautious and unsure.

“Of course I need you.” It’s so simple, the way he states it like a fact, as easy as saying that grass is green. Your mouth scrunches in dissatisfaction and you turn to face him.

“Why?”

“Why?” he echoes.

“Yeah. What about me do you need?” Kuroo is bewildered. The question is odd to him.

“Everything,” he says honestly. “My life wouldn’t be the same without you.”

“Wouldn’t it be? What exactly would be different.”

“Baby, what’s brought this on?”

You shrug. “I’ve just been thinking…”

“Uh oh,” he smirks and you shoot him a halfhearted glare. “I’m kidding, c’mere.”

Heaving a sigh, you trudge over to him and crawl onto the bed beside him, finding your place curled up to his side, his arm naturally slipping around your waist. He places his book on the nightstand, offering you his full, undivided attention. A moment of quiet passes as you choose your words.

“I feel like not much would change for you if I wasn’t around.”

“Okay…” he says slowly. “According to who?”

“I just- I don’t think I’m a necessity to you. There are other people in your life who are important too, so it wouldn’t be that hard to let go of me…” You trail off, wondering if you’re even making sense to him.

“Again… according to who?” His tone is even and conversational but it’s his question that gives you pause. These thoughts have no basis, no source - they sprouted up in your mind after letting your mind wander into the darker pits for a little too long. Shame begins to seep into your cheeks as you realise just how stupid you sound.

“Never mind,” you mumble, playing with the drawstring of his sweatpants. “It’s stupid.”

“Just a little,” he jokes lightly, giving you an affectionate squeeze. “My life was very different before I met you. You know that, right?”

You look up at him, slightly taken aback by the fondness that dyes his eyes golden. “How different?”

His words are soft, his touch even softer as he strokes your cheek with his knuckles. “Well, my bed was always empty, for one, and very cold. There was no one waiting to suffocate me with a hug when I got home. No one to share my meals with or do chores with on the weekends.”

“But you probably did those things with any other partner you had, right?”

“Not necessarily,” he hums, brushing back your hair. “I didn’t get to see your beautiful smile every day or hear your adorable laugh. I didn’t get to see your eyes sparkle and light up with happiness and most importantly, I didn’t get to feel your love.”

Your cheeks grow warm. “Oh.”

“Do you really think I could let those things go? Let you go and be okay with it? Everything would change, baby, how could it not? How could I ever be whole without the person who holds the other half of my heart?”

You’re not sure what sort of answer you expected, but you do feel guilty. “When you put it like that, it makes sense,” you mumble. “I’m sorry. I’ve just been…”

“Overthinking?” he offers gently, smiling at you in that understanding way that wipes away your worries.

“Yeah. That,” you sigh. He chuckles and pecks your lips lightly.

“It’s alright, I get it.”

“You do?”

“Mhm. If I were you, I’d find it hard to believe that I’m married to the most handsome man ever too,” he says, wearing a self-satisfied expression.

Scoffing, you flick his nose. “Let’s not get carried away here.”

“So you don’t think I’m the most handsome man ever?” Kuroo’s lips push out into a pout. “Damn, I should get my money back on that ring.”

“Oi!” You hold your left hand to your chest protectively, shielding your wedding ring from view.

“Oh, what will I do!” he laments dramatically, engulfing you in his arms and crowding your space in the most obnoxious way. “My wife thinks I’m hideous!”

“Don’t put words in my mouth!” you wheeze, trying to wiggle out of his grasp, only for him to hold you tighter. “Tetsu- let go!”

“Let go? Never,” he sniffs. “Not until you fix my wounded ego. And oh, how wounded it is!”

“Oh my god- fine. You’re the most handsome man ever, Tetsu,” you tell him in a deadpan tone. “Happy?”

He hums thoughtfully and shrugs. “It’ll do.”

“Great, now can you please let go of me?”

“Nope,” he says, popping the ‘p’.

“Why the hell not?”

He smirks and presses a lingering, tender kiss to your cheek. “Because,” he whispers. “I need you.”

[prickles-the-penguin]

Omg so sweet imma cry 🥺😭

[tetsuskei-deactivated20250426]

‘too-too’ - kuroo tetsurō [fluff]

notes: repost. also inspired by work (yay capitalism) and self indulgent. wrote this for a piece of mind, if you will.

warnings: toxic work habits, etc, bad title names, not edited completely

word count: 1.4k

“is everything alright?”

your eyes snap up to your coworker, kuroo tetsurō. he leans against your cubicle. tall, muscular figure moving to look down at you with concern.

you blink, fingers pausing their movements over your keys. “what do you mean?”

kuroo is a strange individual. he’s funny, and nerdy, and a little clumsy sometimes (you’ve seen him burn his hand one too many times with hot coffee). but he has a good heart. one probably made of gold. he’s always genuine when it comes to his actions.

“i’ve just been noticing the boss has been piling a lot of work on you as of lately…i didn’t know if maybe you were overwhelmed.” he suggests, shrugging. he stuffs his hands in his pockets and peers over to the stack of files on your desk. “that all need to get done today?”

you sigh, running your hand through your hair, “no, but they will need to by the end of the week. i can handle it all though, with a couple of late nights. i appreciate your concern, kuroo.” you send him a weak smile.

at work you’re known as the one who can handle anything and everything with no complaints. your boss seems to hold you in high regards to it, coworkers are jealous of your ability, and your family has always been proud of how hardworking you are.

the only problem is, people take advantage of this. they ask for your help on minor things, interrupt you when you’re clearly busy, or assume you’ll have the time and tell your boss you’ll take care of it (without your notice).

kuroo is one of the only people who doesn’t do that. he genuinely comes up to you for conversation and asks about you. he’s taken you out to lunch (usually by force to drag you away from your work), brought you coffee, and always made sure you’re okay.

you don’t want to say his actions have caused a small crush to develop, but you’d be a horrible, horrible liar. after spending so much time with him, you begin to see just how handsome his features are. how sharp and angular his jawline and cheekbones are, how he laughs and has dimples appear, how his hazel eyes sparkle with mischief whenever he tells a (horrible) joke—

suddenly fingers are snapping in front of you and you’re brought back to the present.

“you sure you’re good?” kuroo looks down at you with concern and you feel your heart swell a bit. “you’re spacing out.”

“peachy!” you respond, and feel your cheeks get warm. you hope he doesn’t notice. “I couldn’t be any better!”

his perceptive eyes pensively train on you. “well, I’ll be on my way then. don’t hesitate to let me know if you need anything.”

“sure.” you nod, smiling.

and just as stubborn as you are, kuroo is more stubborn.

for the next few days, the man is always lingering around when you’re working late.

“what a coincidence, i’m here late, too! need a buddy?” and he’s already invading his way into your space before you can say ‘no’.

you feel as if there’s something he isn’t telling you, but you don’t ask.

the two of you share ordered dinner, chatting and bantering. time goes a lot faster with him, and you think it’s because he’s made you more productive (despite his antics), but you also know it’s because it’s him.

“you know it’s okay to ask for help, right?” kuroo points out again one day. “you don’t have to take on everything by yourself.”

“well, what do you know?” you say spitefully.

he senses your offense, and he knows quickly explains, “i-i’m not saying you can’t handle things, but you shouldn’t work yourself to death. i mean, you’re amazing at what you do, and—“

“look, i’ve been in your shoes before, and i know the feeling all too well. i just know it doesn’t feel great.” he finishes.

“thank you, kuroo.” you smile, “and I’m sorry for snapping at you…maybe i’m just tired and need a break.”

he perks up at this, “then why don’t we go do something?”

you shake your head, “i can’t…i have to finish this.”

“don’t worry. it’s already done.” he assures.

your mouth falls open, “how…?”

he laughs nervously, “well, don’t hate me when I say this…”

you narrow your eyes teasingly. “can’t promise that. but how bad can it be?”

“i rallied up those coworkers you talked to and told them you weren’t available to help them because we’re going on a date.” he confesses, scratching the back of his head. “may have also threatened them to not take advantage of you again…”

you sputter, choking on your food, “a date? like…a romantic date?”

“if that’s what they assume, then yes. which by the way, did you know people think we’re dating?”

there’s another strike to your heart, “they do?! but…how? why?”

he hides his face in his hand, cheeks a light pink, “dunno, maybe it’s because i spend most of my time with you…”

you’re shocked at his words, feeling like you need someone to pinch you. “really?”

“really.” he nods, leaning in towards you. “i thought it was obvious but I guess not…” he laughs.

you shake your head. “i didn’t want to assume anything, so i just thought you were being nice.”

“i mean, yes and no. i always like helping people, but i’d really use any excuse to talk to you.” he admits with a goofy grin. “but i’m sorry if i’ve made you uncomfortable in anyway.”

“no…i just didn’t think you’d feel that way about me, too.”

“‘too’?” he parrots.

you’re quiet for a moment and then say, “well maybe i have feelings for you and wasn’t going to confess unless i knew you liked me back. you do, right?”

“yes! i like you too—too!” he exclaims, probably louder than he means to. “i mean—“

you giggle, “i like you too-too, tetsu.”

he relaxes, like a weight has come off his shoulders. “well, as your date, i say we leave here. one more file to look at and i’ll cut my own head off.” he says.

“agreed.” you nod, standing up alongside him.

you both pack your things up and soon make your way outside. you’re brutally reminded of the cold autumn air as you feel it hit you in the faces.

a shiver comes over you, and you shrink within your own coat, trying to retain any and all warmth.

“here,” kuroo quickly wraps his scarf around you and you quickly smell mint and some form of expensive cologne. you bury you face in it and feel more at ease.

“thank you.” you gush.

he hums, “no problem.”

the two of you quickly find yourselves in an arcade. you both play games and you quickly learn how 1. competitive, and 2. horrible kuroo is at games. to soften his sour mood, you do win him prizes on his behalf.

“i haven’t had fun like this in awhile!” you beam. the two of you leave the arcade, kuroo offering to walk you home.

“i can tell, you haven’t stopped smiling since we left.” he says, chuckling.

“thanks to you, i guess.” you joke.

“you’re welcome, i’ve been losing on purpose just for you.” he admits.

you blink, not convinced. “sure.”

kuroo pouts, “it’s true,” he gestures down to his bag full of toys, “worked out in my favor, too.”

“right, tetsu.” you snicker, smirking.

the ravenette feels his heart swell at your words. “heh. well, more important prize is you, though.” he says cheekily.

“corny, but I’m flattered.” and before he can say another (horrible) pun, you pull him to your height by his work tie before abruptly kissing him on the lips.

this definitely throws the man off as he stumbles a bit, gasping against your mouth in surprised. his lips are soft and a bit chapped, his mouth tasting like candy from the arcade.

when you pull away, you say, “thank you for treating me to an evening like this. i didn’t realize how much i needed it.”

he slips his hand into yours, his large palm enveloping your smaller one in comforting warmth.

“of course. i just think someone as pretty as you shouldn’t have to worry about things so much.” he says, a faint blush appearing across his cheeks. “you shouldn’t let them walk all over you. make sure you have boundaries.”

you lean onto his shoulder, squeezing his hand. “you’re absolutely right. but you know what?”

he looks at you, “what?

“the only boundary that was worth crossing, was the one involving you.” you confess.

and in kuroo’s honest opinion, you couldn’t have been more right.

[tetsuskei-deactivated20250426]

notes: repost from my old blog, based on an old post and brief convo w rei @/sir-kuroo. divider by the great remi @/cafekitsune <3

warnings: office au, self indulgent, reader is a few years younger than kuroo

“do you come here often?”

kuroo tetsurou, a colleague, slides up next to you in the breakroom. his personality is suave and carries an air of sharpness, yet warmth and comfort. he’s always gone out of his way to make those around him feel welcome, and you’re no short of that. if you could think of a household name for your company, it would be his. many speak of him but rarely do many actually see him.

you wonder what’s made him grace yourself with his presence—coincidence, or fate?

he grins boyishly, rocking his feet as he looks at you with the most shining (and pretty) hazel eyes.

you blink slowly, processing his words.

“um…i work here. we’re coworkers.” you answer slowly, nodding to your work badge before resuming your activity of making your daily coffee. your heart starts to race at being watched and you try not to spill anything.

you don’t blame kuroo for not knowing exactly who you are. you work in the art department while he does promotion. you’re like two ships sailing past each other in the night. you’ve crossed paths a few times during brainstorming sessions and kickoffs for projects, but you never fully interacted before. at least not directly. only short pleasantries have ever been shared between each other.

the man’s face pales, smile faltering as you unintentionally dismiss his—quite sad—attempt at getting with you. he quickly regains confidence, though.

you hear him laugh softly before he shifts his weight to his opposite foot. “well just as i thought. i guess that means we work together, huh?”

kuroo watches your nose crinkle cutely as you frown and then laugh nervously, “kuroo-san, i don’t mean to say this with any disrespect, but if you’re still confused, i can contact HR for you.” maybe because you’re new he doesn’t know you’re a full time employee. did he think you were a temp? a freelancer?

and as crushed as kuroo currently is, his heart flutters at the way you say his name. he doesn’t know how, but your obliviousness is endearing and wholesome. he only wishes to grab you by the shoulders and shake you, to make you see what he’s trying to say.

the reality is, he’s seen you around many times. only just now did he work up his own courage to start a full fledged conversation with you. you’re very cute. shy, he can tell. but that only makes him more intrigued and persistent in getting to know you. you remind him a lot of kenma, actually.

said best friend implied kuroo was being shy himself, but he’ll deny it to the grave. he’s too stubborn to take his advice on how to approach you.

and the result? an embarrassingly horrible joke he came up with due to word vomit. he didn’t expect to run into you, but by the grace of god, you’d been right where you are, and he did not want to miss this opportunity.

he rubs the back of his head. “ahh no. i don’t need that, but thanks. i appreciate it.” he says, ending his reply with your name.

your eyes widen in surprise. “you…know who i am?” you blink, tilting your head.

kuroo thinks he’s acquiring cute aggression.

he nods, “of course i do. i know the names of practically everyone here.”

“oh.” you say, deflating a little, hope dissolving from your heart. your fingers tap your mug in thought. “right. it was just that…it seemed like you didn’t know i worked here, so i was confused.”

he clears his throat, noticing your dejection, “no! i definitely do! sorry, i worded myself wrong earlier. i-it’s just that—never mind.” he runs a hand over his face, and you’re shocked to see how nervous he suddenly appears. he always seems so confident and sure of himself, you wonder what could be going on now.

“no worries or hard feelings.” you laugh, and his shoulder sag with relief. did you know your voice could be so calming?

the tall man exhales, releasing the rest of his nerves. “allow me to start over. hi, i’m kuroo tetsurou, i work in the promotion department.” he shakes your hand, “i’ve seen your work. it’s really impressive.”

you palm is clammy as you return the handshake and introduction, but the smell of his cologne makes you feel more at ease.

“it’s nice to formally meet you, kuroo-san. you work for the jva is nothing short of amazing.” you reply.

“oh,” he quickly becomes bashful, a humble smile on his face, “it was nothing, really.”

he changes the topic, “but enough about me. back to you. i’ve been meaning to tell you all of that for awhile, but never worked up the courage to. i really should have sooner, i appreciate all that you’ve done to make the jva as successful as it is.” he continues, smiling. he hopes and begs that you don’t see his cheeks turning red.

your expressions lifts again, and kuroo can’t help but notice the small dimple in your left cheek. “thank you! that’s very kind of you, kuroo-san! you didn’t have to thank me at all, i’m just doing my job.”

“that’s true, but you’re very talented. needed to at least acknowledge that.” he nods.

“i guess so! the last project did require a lot of late nights and hard work…” unbeknownst to yourself, you start to ramble about your process.

his perceptive nature looks over your features. he notes the way you hold yourself, fingers fiddling with the sleeves of your sweater–a pink one he’s always been able to identify you by. your eyes seem to travel when they hold contact with someone for too long. you purse your lips when you’re lost in thought. but when you’re comfortable, you use your hands to gesture, expressions surprisingly animated, which make you seem more animated than your usual reserved state.

noticing the way he stares at you, you quickly stop, feeling embarrassed.

“oh! i’m so sorry, i’ve been talking your ear off. you probably didn’t want to know all of that…i bet you’re busy anyways.” you say, bowing out of apology.

kuroo only shakes his head, “ah it’s not a problem at all! you’re truly mistaken! it’s nice listening to how you work. i don’t have a creative bone in my body, so it helps me to understand better. plus, you have a very nice voice.”

wide eyes blink up at him and another smile pops up on your face. you giggle, “thank you! you’re very kind!”

“no problem,” he steps back slightly, clearing his throat, “i know this is the first time we are really talking but…would you…like to get lunch sometime? to get to know each other better?”

you think about work and your connections. as a new employee this would be good for you, right? to build more healthy work relationships. the more people you can know, the better. especially across different departments.

a smile appears on your face and you nod. “why not? should we invite anyone else to join? i think—“

he laughs, shaking his head, “no sweetheart, just you and i.”

you’re stunned. “o-oh…”

“you can say no, i won’t be offended.” he assures.

panic resides in you and you frantically wave your hands. “it’s not that! i’d be more than happy to! i mean, i’ve been looking to get to know you better anyways!”

a hand flies to your mouth and your eyes widen once you realize what you just said.

“w-what i meant was…it’s better to get to know someone 1 on 1 anyways! yanno?” you correct, heart pounding out of your chest. you’re screwed. he’s going think you’re weird.

kuroo smirks, a small hum of appreciation escaping him as he nods, “right, of course. well, i’m glad to hear that. why don’t we exchange numbers ahead of time so we can talk details later?”

after typing each others numbers in, he notices you just entered your first name into his phone.

he softly says it out loud , and a weird, twisting feeling forms in your gut. a small part of you wishes he’d say it again.

“um…you can call me that if you want, but don’t feel pressured to.” you tell him. “i’m just not too big on formality.”

he shakes his head. “not a problem at all. it’s a very lovely name.”

“thanks, kuroo-san.” you beam.

“call me tetsurou. it’s only fair, right?” he winks, patting your shoulder. it shocks you how big his hand is, but you quickly peel your eyes away from it.

he steps back, pocketing his phone before looking at his watch. “well, i should be off now. but we’ll catch up later? i’d love to pick your brain about an upcoming idea.”

“s-sure!” you call, waving after him. “see you, tetsurou!”

he waves back, saying over his shoulder, “do me a favor, yeah?”

“what’s that?”

“remember it’s okay to be proud of your work. you worked hard, so own it.” he says, sending you a warm smile.

“right, i will!” you nod. your heart is full from his advice, and you cling onto his sentiment.

“‘tetsurou’, huh?” your coworker, kazuma, walks up besides you as soon as the rooster head is out of sight. “when did you start getting buddy buddy with the head to the promotion department?”

you raise a brow. “what do you mean? that’s the first time i’ve actually had a full conversation with him. i don’t know why i was so scared to! he’s a very nice guy!” you explain.

he laughs, nodding. “right, ‘nice guy’…”

you blink. “what? did he do something to someone?” you lean in, whispering, “did he like…beat someone up?”

kazuma rolls his eyes, sighing as he fixes his own coffee, “nothing of that sort. you’ll figure it out.”

before you can question him, he turns on his heel and leaves. you start after him, but he’s too fast for you so you give up.

“weird…” you mumble. you shrug before deciding as unfortunate as it is, you should get back to work.

throughout the entire duration of your walk back to your desk, you realize two things.

1, you left your coffee in the break room, and 2–

you notice that under the notes section of kuroo’s contact, he’s put, ‘prospective work husband’.

oh. shit.

that’s what it was.

kuroo was flirting with you the entire time.

reblogs and interactive appreciated!

[prickles-the-penguin]

can yall tell I love Leon?

so title explains it. Here’s a lion I drew on my food in honor of Leon. I also drew a bunny for MC and tea

it’s a work in progress. Maybe I should make a separate food blog? Or should I keep it here? Idk yet but Leon occupies my mind rent free

[kissmetwicekissmedeadly]

You're so corny and im so inlove with you

*official Valentine's Day letter by Cybird's English team on the ikevamp twitter account

[leonscape-deactivated20241107]

didn’t everyone look down on napoleon because he had a corsican accent or smth or am i just getting historical facts wrong?

[prickles-the-penguin]

Wait, what language would the IkePrince speak in? I've seen a post saying Rhodolite is based off of England for their love on roses. What about Jade, Benitote, and Obsidian? I'd imagine they're multilingual for foreign affairrs. Questions now are: -Which language are they most fluent in? -Which language are they least fluent in?

[leonscape-deactivated20241107]

i thought rhodolite was based on france because of the culture. i mean the names sound super french like chevalier michel, yves, grandet, dompteur, lelouch. i don’t think that going off of their love for roses is really enough in my opinion.

and licht’s favorite dessert are darioles and emma makes silvio fricassée on multiple occasions (i think, is that what it’s called? i forgot) but the culture just seems more french? and im pretty sure leon’s emma has two friends named arlette and celia which i think are french names

to me jade seems more like england because of their monarch system and apparently howell is a welsh surname.

and i think we’ve all agreed that obsidian is based on germany and benitoite is based on italy but im not sure

[prickles-the-penguin]

Ahhhh that makes more sense. Now imma imagine the main princes and Sauriel with their French accents.

I headcannon Rio and Silvio always got smth to say about each other’s accents. I know for a fact those two would bicker. Would Rio slowly develop a French/Rhodolite accent over time?

If the suitors are multilingual, I’d imagine Jin and Nokoto memorizing a bunch of foreign pickup lines to woo the women over.

idk ignore my rambles

#divergenceofikepri #ionlyremembertheworddivergencebcofcalc