"Hell no." Whispered Riven quietly as the truth began to set in.
"Hell no." He repeated as he looked at the image again.
"Hell no." And once zaidi as he remembered he had class with the man tomorrow.
Why in God’s name did Saladin post a picture of himself in a snake skin mini skirt, upindo and a pink tank top? Well that was a mystery to all. And why, oh why did Riven find this attractive in the slightest!? Again, that was a mystery even to Riven.
Who even knew that he fancied old men? He certainly didn’t—well that is until he saw that steaming hot picture—and Brandon, Sky, Timmy, and Helia didn’t either. And he planned on keeping it that way. No one could ever find out that Riven had a crush on their headmaster. No one.
Riven looked back up at the computer screen. This time taking note of the url; www.meet-ur-sexy-professors-2day.com.
Riven could resist no longer, he signed up;
Username: Ilykekatsmeow11 (Saladin loves cats, au at least Riven thought he did, but who knows what the old coot is into).
Password: reallyLykeKats
Email: TheRivster@magixmail.com
Select a nenosiri Hint: (Riven rolled his Eyes and made his choice) What was the name of your first cat?
Answer: Sir Fluffles (He shuddered at the memory of naming the poor thing).
Captcha Code: U R dumRiven
All right! That’s it! Just what the Hell is this!? Riven thought as he copied the insulting message. He took a deep breath. It would all be worth it when he and Saladin were riding dragoni into the sunset together.
He successfully logged in and went straight to the site. He uploaded a quick sexy topless picha and went right to Saladin’s page—he’d worry about creating a profaili later.
Hey there beautiful. He commented. Now to play the waiting game….
And wait he did.
Tic toc. Tic toc. Riven broke that freaking clock…yes, that’s perfect, it’s much quieter now. So quite indeed. Riven never felt this much bliss. He was ready. Ready for whatever journey would await him in the future. *Hushed mysterious whisper* he was empowered.
The slight ping elicited from his computer’s speakers indicated to him that Saladin replied.
Lookin’ smokin’ Riven. See wewe in class 2morrow. ;) Was the reply.
This was going well.
Well indeed. Almost too well.
This made Riven feel a bit suspicious. What if this was just some loon pretending to be his beloved headmaster?! Dear lord, he had to look into this immediately.
He burst into the headmaster’s office. Sure enough, the man was sitting there—still wearing that frilly tank top
.
“Oh thank God.” Riven sighed, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead as he leaned in the door frame. “I thought some guy was pretending to be you.”
“Fear not sonny! I can still handle myself.” Saladin reminded Riven.
“Okay, senpai, if wewe say so.” Riven nodded.
“Oh Riven, you’re so kawaii!” Saladin replied.
“Headmaster senpai.” Riven started. “You are the like the Gandalf to my Bilbo.”
“I appreciate those words.” Saladin remarked as he wiped a single joyous man-tear from his eye. “Let us ride now. Into the sunset!” He added with a dramatic point.
“On dragons?” Riven asked
“On dragons.” Saladin confirmed with a loving smile.
******
Omg, I don’t even know with this one. I think I Lost all sense at the clock part, this one just got ridiculous. Things get weird in my brain past 10:30 at night.
"Hell no." He repeated as he looked at the image again.
"Hell no." And once zaidi as he remembered he had class with the man tomorrow.
Why in God’s name did Saladin post a picture of himself in a snake skin mini skirt, upindo and a pink tank top? Well that was a mystery to all. And why, oh why did Riven find this attractive in the slightest!? Again, that was a mystery even to Riven.
Who even knew that he fancied old men? He certainly didn’t—well that is until he saw that steaming hot picture—and Brandon, Sky, Timmy, and Helia didn’t either. And he planned on keeping it that way. No one could ever find out that Riven had a crush on their headmaster. No one.
Riven looked back up at the computer screen. This time taking note of the url; www.meet-ur-sexy-professors-2day.com.
Riven could resist no longer, he signed up;
Username: Ilykekatsmeow11 (Saladin loves cats, au at least Riven thought he did, but who knows what the old coot is into).
Password: reallyLykeKats
Email: TheRivster@magixmail.com
Select a nenosiri Hint: (Riven rolled his Eyes and made his choice) What was the name of your first cat?
Answer: Sir Fluffles (He shuddered at the memory of naming the poor thing).
Captcha Code: U R dumRiven
All right! That’s it! Just what the Hell is this!? Riven thought as he copied the insulting message. He took a deep breath. It would all be worth it when he and Saladin were riding dragoni into the sunset together.
He successfully logged in and went straight to the site. He uploaded a quick sexy topless picha and went right to Saladin’s page—he’d worry about creating a profaili later.
Hey there beautiful. He commented. Now to play the waiting game….
And wait he did.
Tic toc. Tic toc. Riven broke that freaking clock…yes, that’s perfect, it’s much quieter now. So quite indeed. Riven never felt this much bliss. He was ready. Ready for whatever journey would await him in the future. *Hushed mysterious whisper* he was empowered.
The slight ping elicited from his computer’s speakers indicated to him that Saladin replied.
Lookin’ smokin’ Riven. See wewe in class 2morrow. ;) Was the reply.
This was going well.
Well indeed. Almost too well.
This made Riven feel a bit suspicious. What if this was just some loon pretending to be his beloved headmaster?! Dear lord, he had to look into this immediately.
He burst into the headmaster’s office. Sure enough, the man was sitting there—still wearing that frilly tank top
.
“Oh thank God.” Riven sighed, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead as he leaned in the door frame. “I thought some guy was pretending to be you.”
“Fear not sonny! I can still handle myself.” Saladin reminded Riven.
“Okay, senpai, if wewe say so.” Riven nodded.
“Oh Riven, you’re so kawaii!” Saladin replied.
“Headmaster senpai.” Riven started. “You are the like the Gandalf to my Bilbo.”
“I appreciate those words.” Saladin remarked as he wiped a single joyous man-tear from his eye. “Let us ride now. Into the sunset!” He added with a dramatic point.
“On dragons?” Riven asked
“On dragons.” Saladin confirmed with a loving smile.
******
Omg, I don’t even know with this one. I think I Lost all sense at the clock part, this one just got ridiculous. Things get weird in my brain past 10:30 at night.
Flora's Sophix
Sparks was the last planet the Dragon chose to rest in, and thanks to this, it enjoyed a long period of prosperity, happiness and peace. Bloom’s natural parents lived here. It was a beautiful place, with enchanting, verdant hills, and a splendid ngome in the centre of the valley.
The ngome was really harmonious and magic, the stairs wound up around the gently sloping domes, emphasizing the enchanting atmosphere and fields of multi-coloured flowers surrounded it. But one day, the three evil ancestor witches came and spoilt everything. Today, only a few ruins are left.
