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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2025 1:20 am
xx❀ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Skating Rink - Winter Festival
xxx❀ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Talya, Hesperia, & Kasamir
xxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Following Instinct
xxxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Oh No
☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ Andie was holding tight to Talya's arm, listening as her brother and Andie's sister talked about their upbringing on skates. She giggled when Kasamir said he'd bumped into friends more than he actually played hockey, but from her limited knowledge of the sport, that was the majority of hockey games. She looked over at Talya when she spoke about Mr Grozi (who apparently was not a professor here, but a skating instructor) trying to teach her to skate well enough to join the Olympics. What a crazy feat! I'm really hoping so! I may still..... fall..." Her last word was whispered as she looked over at the older boy who'd taken a tumble.
The first thing to hit Andie was her concern for the older boy, but the second was the smell of blood. He sat up, revealing his bloodied face. Wide blue eyes stared at the scene, the girl's head spinning with the instinctual overwhelm. She licked her fangs softly, instinctively moving herself closer. The only thing keeping her from running over to take a bite was her being on skates. She swallowed hard, not in her right mind as she tried to get closer. She just wanted to sink her fangs in! ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ ☽
{{Wearing :: Warm Clothes}}
Sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ғᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ ʀᴏᴀᴅs, ᴇᴇʀɪᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴀs ʜᴏᴍᴇ
Bᴇɴᴅs ᴀɴᴅ sᴡᴀʏs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀʜʏᴛʜᴍ ᴏғ ᴀ ʙʟᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ
Nᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ғᴀʟʟɪɴɢ sᴛᴀʀs, ᴛᴇʀʀɪғʏɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀғᴜʟ
I ɢᴜᴇss I'ʟʟ ʀᴏᴀᴍ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʀᴜᴛᴛᴇᴅ ʀᴏᴀᴅs, ʟᴏsᴛ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴀʀᴅᴇᴡ ғᴏʀᴇsᴛ
Vᴇɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴇᴇs, ᴡɪʟᴛᴇᴅ ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀs
Cʀᴀᴅʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴇᴇᴢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏʜ I'ʟʟ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴏᴡʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪɴᴅs
I'ʟʟ ᴄʀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴘ ᴀ sᴏɴɢ! Wᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ʟᴜʀᴋs ɪɴ sᴛᴀʀᴅᴇᴡ ғᴏʀᴇsᴛ, ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴡᴀʏ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ
Asᴛʀᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴇɴᴅʟᴇss ᴡɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴇᴇs, ᴄʜᴀʀᴍᴇᴅ ʙʏ ɢʜᴀsᴛʟʏ sᴛᴀʀ-ᴛᴇᴀʀ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇs
Fɪʀᴇғʟɪᴇs ᴇᴍʙʀᴏɪᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴍʏ sᴄᴀʀs ɪɴ ɢᴏʟᴅ, sᴍᴀʟʟ sᴜɴs ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴀᴛʜ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀɢʀᴏᴡᴛʜ
Oʜ ᴏʜ ᴏʜ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇʟᴜsɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏᴇs ᴛʜɪs ғᴇᴇʟ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ?
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2025 8:27 am
 Racheal 'Rey' Eir Ross-Heulwen
Hufflepuff │ Fifth Year │ Fifteen Years Old │ Hufflepuff Prefect | Single
Rey found a corner of the library that wasn’t frequented much by students, so far back in the stacks that she was sure nobody even used it for snogging. The carrel was coated in a thick layer of dust when she found it, and after she cleaned it and a chair, the little redhead claimed it for her own. Now the sturdy table was covered with books and papers as Rey prepared for OWLs. She was scouring her notes and other references from the previous four years, then going back through the books and making additional notes to add to them.
Focused as she was on her work, Rey didn’t know anything else was going on until she felt a familiar pair of hands upon her shoulders and a gentle kiss at the spot just past her ear. ‘He found me,’ she thought, a slight smile tugged at her lips. ‘Of course, he found me.’ Looking up from her Transfiguration texts, Rey said, “Time fer dinner already, is it?” she asked, as she turned her head to look at Finn, standing behind her. Finn gave her a puzzled look, and answered, “Dinner? Lass, it’s time fer us tae b’goin’ doon to the Festival. Dinnae tell me ye forgotten.” Rey’s blue eyes suddenly went wide, as she glanced up at saw that Finn was already dressed in a pair of navy trousers, a white dress shirt, the top button unbuttoned, while he wore a bright green Christmas sweater over top. A pair of skates, tied together by their laces, was draped over one shoulder.
“Guess I best be getting’ dressed if’n yer ready already, then,” she said decisively as she pushed her chair back from the table and then attempted to move. Her lower body felt as though it was cast in stone, as her legs, which had been tucked under the chair, were stiff and it hurt to move. The little redhead squeaked in pain, and Finn quickly leaned in and helped her to stand so she didn’t pitch over onto the cold stone floor. “How long have you been sitting here, Rey?” he asked her, then, considering her question, he added, “Maybe I should better ask what day you think it is.”
Rey had to think about that one. After her last class, she had enough open time before dinner, she reckoned she could get a bit of OWL prep in, and she hoped to relax with Mea and the others afterwards as neither she nor Finn had Prefect patrols that night. That was … “Guess I’ve been up fer here a bit,” confessed Rey. As her stomach picked then to remind her that several meals had been missed, and she was desperately thirsty suddenly, as her focus was on other matters than her studies. “How did you find me?”
Finn shrugged as he helped her along. “Gotten practice lookin’ fer Ells; An Taibhseán Beag Linne, knows corners of this library even the House Elves have forgotten aboot, an thot’s nae error. Sure ye wanna go to the Festival, lass?” Finn bit back the guilt he felt welling up in him for losing track of Rey so easily. After Quidditch practice, he split his own time between hanging with his mates, practicing a piece for Linsey’s upcoming wedding, and knocking out an extra credit paper on the tactics used in one of the more recent Goblin Uprisings for History of Magic. One of the other Prefects needed the night off, so he subbed in for them on the overnight patrol. All the while, Rey was up here, working the balance of a day away like a monk in a cell.
The more she moved, the more her body cooperated, and Rey was walking along with Finn almost normally, as they worked their way down towards the Hufflepuff Common Room entrance, though she leaned on Finn heavily as she felt a bit lightheaded and she was bleary-eyed from going on nearly thirty-six hours on no sleep or so much as a snack. “After how much we’ve done te help Alice an’ Kas get it across the finish line? Dinnae be daft, Finn A mhuirnín. Thot’d be lik missin’ oot on fair Miss Linsey’s lovely weddin’. Jus’ need a bit te git ready, thot’s all, I shud think. ‘Sides yer already toffed up fer the occasion,” she said dismissively.
When Rey emerged from the Common Room, she looked nearly as fresh as a daisy, though she certainly didn’t feel it. She was wearing a long robin’s egg blue skirt that picked up the colour in her eyes, and a pretty blue and white Christmas sweater. Finn was leaning against the wall opposite the entrance as though he’d been there all day, and presented her with a bowl, the contents of which were steaming in the cool air of the dungeon hallway, and a couple of bottles of water. In the time she spent getting cleaned up, Finn ducked into the Kitchens and had the House Elves whip up Pub Fries and bite-sized chunks of roast beef marinated in steak sauce.
Breathing her thanks, Rey killed a bottle of water before she started eating, banishing the ache behind her eyes and the hollow feeling in her stomach she had ignored for hours on end. She was feeling almost normal when they got out of the castle, and the winter air hit them. As they walked out to the skating rink, it looked as though half the population of the castle was already out on the ice. Rey was feeling guilty for not having been ready sooner, so she and Finn could experience more of what they worked to help put together, but the weight of her impending OWLs felt as though a stone menhir were loaded upon her thin shoulders.
Rey sat on a bench as Finn slipped her boots from her small feet and replaced them with the polished white figure skates Owl Post sent to her from home, and he started lacing them up with practiced speed. The little Fifth Year barely knew how to skate; she had a few lessons when she was little, courtesy of one of her mothers, Mrs. Ross, maybe … she thought … memories of her childhood were always a bit jumbled, and she was always afraid the other girls would laugh at how uncoordinated she was. Finn promised to take her skating on a date, and this was the best chance they’d have short of going home to do it.
Finn learned to skate when he was little and played hockey with his mates at school, which ended up more as soccer or rugby on skates than anything else, with somebody (not him) in between the pipes. The Sixth Year Gryffindor put his skates on after making sure Rey’s were laced up properly.
After the blade guards came off, Finn helped Rey get to the edge of the ice. Rey felt as though she were tiptoeing through a minefield, her little body immediately stiffened as she took her first tentative steps. Finn reached around to take her mittened hands, and with a kiss on the cheek and a few whispered words in her ear, they took gliding steps away from the edge.
OOC:Taken by Finneas 'Finn' MacDavis-Grey  "I've faced my demons, Wrestled these angels to the ground
And all that I could find, was a thin line between
All the saints and villains, it was crossed in my own eyes
Someday I'm gonna find it, wish I knew what I was looking for
Inside the disarray
I woke up this morning, don't know where I'm going
But it's alright, I wouldn't have it any other way "
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AliceInWonderland0921 Crew
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2025 1:45 pm
xx♥ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Skating Rink
xxx♥ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Andie, Talya
xxxx♥ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Winter Festival
xxxxx♥ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Oh crap, blood... Hesperia looked over to her boyfriend with a little grin when he shared that he'd also been skating since five, but that he'd played hockey. She imagined him in an oversized hockey jersey trying to skate on the ice. It was a funny thought in the back of her mind. Talya spoke about her experiences and Hesperia nodded as well. Hes was getting ready to comment that her experience was ice skating was between the two of them, since she didn't play hockey, but she didn't figure skate. It was more like aggressive skating. But then Talya said that something didn't sound good. Her back had been to Padraig, but she heard him curse. Turning around on the ice, she saw him holding his face and blood. Oh crap, blood... Hesperia flashed back to when she was feasting on her own blood and her heart began to race. Lots of blood... Something stirred her from her panic attack though. Andie, and she was starting to move towards Pad. Hesperia remembered that she wasn't the only half-vampire here and her sister didn't have the experience controlling her blood lust that she did. Acting quickly, Hesperia wrapped her arms around Andie in a tight hug and turned her away from Padraig. Hes pulled her close and held her against her own body. "Andie you need to get control," she whispered to her sister, lovingly stroking her hair.
Sʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɴᴅ, Pᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ғᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀ ᴡᴀs ɪᴄᴇ
Sʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ sʜᴇ'ᴅ ғɪɴᴅ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏʀʀᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ʟᴇғᴛ ᴏғ ᴍɪɴᴇ
Vᴀᴍᴘʏʀᴇ's ᴄʀʏ, Iᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ! Vᴀᴍᴘʏʀᴇ's ᴄʀʏ, Lɪᴋᴇ Gᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs
Sᴛᴀʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴏғ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sɪᴄᴋ ᴏғ ʜᴇᴀᴅ, ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴅᴏᴏʀs ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴀᴛᴛᴇʀs
Kɴᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ᴄᴜᴛᴛɪɴɢ sᴋʏ, Sʜᴇ ᴄᴜᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ʟɪғᴇ
Wᴀᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜsʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ, ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ʜᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ
Wᴀᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜsʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ! Vᴀᴍᴘʏʀᴇ's ᴄʀʏ! Pᴜʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ!
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2025 5:40 am
xx❈Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Ice Rink
xxx❈Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Various skaters
xxxx❈Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Impromptu Healing Practice
xxxxx❈Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Oh no!
xxxxxx❈Wʜᴀᴛ's ᴍʏ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ? Worried
Poppy was happily twirling around. She loved the fluidity of movement that figure skating allowed. She was eager to get to skate with her friends, and even more so when she spotted Padraig walking toward the rink. She waved at him, doing a few more complex moves. Once he was in his own skates, Poppy started on her way toward him. Of course, in true Padraig fashion, chaos quickly took root. He fell flat on his face, causing her to speed up. He sat up, cupping his bloodied nose. Oh dear. Poppy hurried over, stopping just a moment away. Her hair was a worried soft teal as she carefully regarded her friend. "Pad! Are you okay? Goodness, let me... let..." She let out a breath. As the Healers often said, one had to be calm and in control to properly heal. She gently cupped his cheek, lifting his face so she could view it. He had very clearly broken his nose. She pulled her wand out of her purse, carefully preparing herself. "It's okay, we can fix this. The spell is.. oh! Episky!" Once it took hold and repaired his nose, Poppy cast a cleaning spell to take care of the blood. Now she just had to hope that he wouldn't be mad at her for asking him to skate in the first place.
{{Wearing :: Skating Clothes}}
Rᴜɴɴɪɴ' ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜɪs sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ʟɪғᴇ, ᴄʜᴀsɪɴ' ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ʟɪɢʜᴛs
Tʜʀᴏᴡɪɴ' ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴀᴅᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪᴛ ᴏғ sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ
Hɪᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴠɪʙᴇs, ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇs ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴘʜᴏɴᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ
Eᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪs sᴏ ғɪɴᴇ, ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪᴛ ᴏғ sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ
I'ᴍ ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴ' ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪᴛ
Bʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴ' ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪᴛ
Fᴀɪʟ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʟᴇss ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪᴛ
Lɪᴋᴇ ʟɪғᴇ ɪs ᴡᴏᴏ-ʜᴏ!
I'ᴍ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴ' ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪᴛ
Sᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʀɪᴅ ᴏғ ɪᴛ
Sᴍɪʟᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ I'ᴍ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɪᴛ
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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AliceInWonderland0921 Crew
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2025 12:47 pm
xx✮ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Skate Rink
xxx✮ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Poppy
xxxx✮ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Skating?
xxxxx✮ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Welp, I immediately did... He was trying to hold his blood in his nose, blissfully unaware of the danger looming behind him in the form of two half-vampires. However, he was terribly ineffectual in preventing his blood from soaking into his jumper. In the immaculate words of his good friend... ah beans! With magic though, that would be an easy fix. First he needed to do something about the terrible pain in his face and the blood pouring from a definitely broken nose. Thankfully for him, that assistance came from his best friend/huge crush Poppy. She skated over like the wind, her previously reddish hair now colored a worried teal. When she reached him, she asked if he was okay. "Umb... I'mb fine, I think..." he said, clearly unable to breathe properly and still profusely bleeding. When she cupped his cheek with her hand and lifted his face, a huge blush spread across his face, though it was masked by the blood splattered across him. He nodded slightly when she said they could fix the broken nose, then she cast the spell on him. There was a snapping sound as the cartilage in his nose fixed itself. "Ow! Hey, it's fixed!" Before he could do anything about the mess, Poppy also cast a cleaning spell on him which cleared up the blood from him. Without thinking, he leaned up and pressed his lips against hers, his hand moving to cradle her cheek as well.
{Wearing :: Christmas Time}
I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴏғᴛᴇɴ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴏғ ᴀ ғᴀʀ ᴏғғ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ
Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀ ʜᴇʀᴏ's ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ
Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴡᴅs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄʜᴇᴇʀ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴇᴇ ᴍʏ ғᴀᴄᴇ
Aɴᴅ ᴀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴘs sᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ I'ᴍ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ
I'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴅᴀʏ, I ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ
I ᴡɪʟʟ ғɪɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏ ɪғ I ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ
I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍɪʟᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ᴍʏ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ
Wʜᴇɴ I ɢᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ, I'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ I ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ
Dᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ʀᴏᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴍʙʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴍʏ ғᴀᴛᴇ
Tʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴏᴀᴅ ᴍᴀʏ ᴡᴀɴᴅᴇʀ, ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ
Aɴᴅ ᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀɪᴛ
Iᴛ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʟɪғᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ ʙᴜᴛ sᴏᴍᴇʜᴏᴡ I'ʟʟ sᴇᴇ ɪᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ
Aɴᴅ I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʙᴀᴄᴋ, I ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ
Aɴᴅ I'ʟʟ sᴛᴀʏ ᴏɴ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ, ɴᴏ I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴅᴇғᴇᴀᴛ
Iᴛ's ᴀɴ ᴜᴘʜɪʟʟ sʟᴏᴘᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴏsᴇ ʜᴏᴘᴇ, 'ᴛɪʟ I ɢᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ
Aɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ ɪs ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2025 12:05 am
xx❈Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Ice Rink
xxx❈Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Various skaters
xxxx❈Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Impromptu Healing Practice
xxxxx❈Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Wait, what just happened?
xxxxxx❈Wʜᴀᴛ's ᴍʏ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ? Flustered
Poppy was incredibly worried about Pad. He was trying to say he was fine, but the mess of blood proved otherwise. Her fingers carefully held onto his cheek as she worked on healing. It made him cry out, but he seemed happy that it was repaired. "Yep, all better!" She cleaned up the mess, but before she could ask if there was any more spilled, her lips were captured in a kiss. Her hair turned an electric pink which then swirled into a rainbow of neon hues. The pink was creeping up her arms and legs before reclaiming her long hair.
"I.... you..."
{{Wearing :: Skating Clothes}}
Rᴜɴɴɪɴ' ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜɪs sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ʟɪғᴇ, ᴄʜᴀsɪɴ' ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ʟɪɢʜᴛs
Tʜʀᴏᴡɪɴ' ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴀᴅᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪᴛ ᴏғ sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ
Hɪᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴠɪʙᴇs, ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇs ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴘʜᴏɴᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ
Eᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪs sᴏ ғɪɴᴇ, ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪᴛ ᴏғ sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ
I'ᴍ ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴ' ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪᴛ
Bʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴ' ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪᴛ
Fᴀɪʟ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʟᴇss ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪᴛ
Lɪᴋᴇ ʟɪғᴇ ɪs ᴡᴏᴏ-ʜᴏ!
I'ᴍ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴ' ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪᴛ
Sᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʀɪᴅ ᴏғ ɪᴛ
Sᴍɪʟᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ I'ᴍ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɪᴛ
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