thinking about hira saying he was envious of kamejiro (the turtle) bc it got to stare at kiyoi for long periods of time during class since kamejiro was placed behind kiyoi
then kiyoi said he's also envious of kamejiro bc kamejiro got to spend long time with hira during breaks since hira's always the one voted to take the turtle home for school breaks
yall i cannot stress this enough but if you hate sir pentious......then somethings wrong with you like??? WHAT IS THERE TO HATE 😭hes one of, if not the best character in the show..anyways sir pentious supremacy dhmu
GOOD LUCK IN THE COMPETITION!!
I am not in the competition or have an active au so i'm still sending my iteration to spread the good luck cheer!!!
Venus has brought a good luck webkinz as a gift!!
LEO AND HIS NEW BESTIE TOAST!!! AHHH THIS IS SO CUTE OHMIGOSHHHH
This event will consist of 12 Christmas fics (fluff, smut, etc) and will start on December 2nd and go on into the 24th! A fic will be posted every 2 days.
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This one scene in the audio drama where Hua Cheng is bridal carrying Xie Lian and Xie Lian was asking to be let down but couldn't complete his sentence since he was too embarrassed and Hua Cheng pretending not to know
ooh since you asked for our MC's look here's mine and a little rant~ my MC is agender, and uses she/her pronouns but do not mind neutral pronouns, nor masculine terms (like king, sir... master 👀) either. Here's a screen of the character creator (even though I changed my mind and headcanon her hair as a dark grey with white streaks)
Her fashion is very extra, lots of jewels, lots of shiny stuff, most of clothes are a pearly/satin white, skin usually showing in the chest/cleavage area because of sheer clothes, lots of subtle heart shaped stuff (to match the tail!). also many piercings (ears, lips, tongue, belly button, nipples) because it's fun
she's very much a commitment-and-vulnerability-fearing nightmare dressed like an angelic daydream. i envision her with a kind of melancholic beauty, like she belongs in a painting. the court can trash talk her it doesn't matter she's ✨beautiful✨
she has a mole next to her right eye and she draws another one to be symmetrical, swearing it's natural because she's a little liar and i love her <3
my MC is agender, and uses she/her pronouns but do not mind neutral pronouns, nor masculine terms (like king, sir... master👀)
Me, running to find a way to add that possibility in the game: 🏃
I love her aesthetic, the long glittery lavander hair, grey scales, the scars, the mole(s), the quantity of piercings and jewels and the pearly clothes💘 (making it very hard to the ROs not to let their eyes fall down on her chest...)
She surely is an angelic pest dressed to belong in a painting!
It’s a lovely morning. Very lovely indeed. The sunlight is filling the temple with warmth making everyone’s mood a lighter. The smell of the rain from last night seeps into the air. It was a soothing quiet around for once-
It was quiet.
Too quiet.
Obi-Wan freezes from his wondering around the temple. Where was Anakin and Ahsoka? The two normally would have been causing havoc on a day like this. He twitches at the realization that he left them alone.
Franticly, he pushes his force signature out in hopes of feeling either his husband’s in return or Ahsoka’s. He feels nether and a bit of unsettlement filled him.
It didn’t, necessarily, mean that the two were hurt or something bad like that but not feeling them usually lead to that ending.
Obi-Wan sighs and walks faster than normal back to their shared rooms. They were empty and seemed to have been for the same amount of time Obi-Wan had left. Over two hours ago.
“Oh no.” Obi-Wan mutters to himself as he backs out of the room.
They might be in the droid room and helping do some small repairs. They do that sometimes when they have leave from their responsibilities of the war. Obi-Wan nods to himself as he walks to the direction of where the droids re-charge and get small up-grades.
A nurse droid looks his way as he enters and waves with their stiff arm. “Master Obi-Wan! What a lovely surprise!” Most of the other droid look at him before settling back in their charges/conversations with others. Lots of beeping and half words fill the room.
Oddly, that makes Obi-Wan feel good. Droids only go back to being calm when they feel as though the person isn’t a threat nor abusive. Thank you Anakin for helping him understand droids and what maybe offensive to them.
“Hello dear. Have you seen Knight Anakin and/or Padawan Ahsoka today?” He sighs when the nurse droid apologizes and informs him they, have in fact, seen them but it was over an hour ago so they wouldn’t be much help finding the two.
A beep that sounds familiar to Artoo makes him turn. It was Artoo with Threepio. Huh, they aren’t normally in here. Normally, they are on the charge that Anakin made them in their rooms. Or causing their own form of chaos. “Oh! Artoo, Threepio. Have ether of you seen Anakin or Ahsoka?”
Artoo beeps and Threepio translates, much to Obi-Wan relief. He only knows a bit of code. “Artoo and I saw Master Anakin and Ahsoka only about thirty standard minutes ago. They where, oh Artoo where did they say they were going?” Artoo beeps and woos. “I am not getting old!” Artoo beeps again. “Yes, yes. Fine. They said they were going to the clone training room. However, they might be there anymore.”
Bowing at the two in thanks, he rubs Artoo and Threepio’s “heads” fondly. “Alright, thank you.” Artoo beeps and Threepio preens under the rare affection of their 2nd Master’s hand.
Obi-Wan quickly leaves and heads towards the training rooms. He wonders, to himself, why he doesn’t keep a tracker in one or both of his two most favorite and important people in his life.
“Obi-Wan?” Obi-Wan smiles at Rex and Cody when they look over at the opened door.
“Hello boys. How is your day going?”
Snorting a bit, Rex shakes his head. “Just fine sir, thank you. Is there something we can help you with?” He says as he absentmindedly tires to get something from one of Cody’s pouches and practically pouts when Cody slaps his hand away.
“Yes actually, if you don’t mind. Have any of you seen Anakin or Ahsoka? I can’t seem to find them.”
Rex and Cody pause from their quiet bickering and slowly start snickering much to Obi-Wan confusion. So uncharacteristic of them. However, in character of Echo, Fives, Waxer, and Boil, they all start to as well.
“… is there something I should know?” He lets his amusement at their giggling slips through his stern voice. It was always nice to here the clones happy. Obi-Wan, not matter the situation really, would rather hear a clone happy than sad, worried, or scared like the normally are.
Cody and Rex, somewhat, compose themselves. “Sorry, Sir, but yes. We have seen them. They are doing just fine. Maybe a little bruised, but fine.” Cody says as he whips a tear from his eye.
Confusion fills his body. As well as concerned. “Oh?” It must have slipped into his voice because Cody and Rex’s faces go flat. “Are they…” he doesn’t even know what he is asking but the Captain and Commander seem to understand.
“Oh no, Sir! They really are fine. Nothing bacta cream won’t fix!” Rex soothes his worry quickly. If there was a person out there that could care more about Anakin and Ashoka’s physical (and mental) health than Obi-Wan, he would bet all his money on Rex. So, if Rex says they are fine, Obi-Wan believes him.
Nodding, Obi-Wan relaxes and the clones seem to as well. “Oh, alright then. Do you know where I could find the two?”
Waxer hums. “They went off to bother Mace I believe.”
Oh no, but worse.
“Eh… thank you Waxer.”
They all bid goodbye as Obi-Wan leaves the training room.
Making his way to Mace Windu’s room, Obi-Wan cringes. This is probably not going to end well. He knocks on the door and only moments later does Mace answer it. The fellow Jedi seems… happy?
“Ah! Obi-Wan! Come in, come in. How can I help you?” Weird, Mace is in a good mood.
Quirking an eyebrow, Obi-Wan shifts. “Have Anakin and Ahsoka-“
“Oh yes they were here. They left me this lovely melting scented wax for my room and my favorite tea! Just in time as well because I was running low. I thought they were up to something at first, but luck for me, they seemed genuine.”
Huh. “Oh, thanks good I suspect. Did they mention where they were going when they left?”
“Hmm. Meditation room I believe.”
What in the world could those two little shits be up to!? Meditation room? Willingly!? Running through the past week as he leaves Mace’s room, Obi-Wan tries to clue himself in on what the two could have possibly done to try and do good deeds to make up for it.
He sighs as he finds himself in front of the entrance of the Meditation room. He scans and doesn’t find ether of who he is looking for. He grunts in frustration before rubbing his temples and asks one of the Jed,i who was leaving, if she has seen them.
Off to the library!
Ok off to the Council room!
Off to the gardens…
Off to the pool room…
To the youngling room…
Three hours later, Obi-Wan is getting more and more frustrated at just barley missing Anakin and Ahsoka. Each time it’s like he was merely minuets off from them. Eventually, he makes his way back to their shared rooms to wait for them to, inevitably, come home for the night.
He rounds a corner in his way back to see two blurry, giggling, flashes go by at the other end of hallway. Obi-Wan freezes and for a terrifying second he thinks the temple might be under attack and he can’t find his dearest and not-padawan.
He settles himself because someone would have definitely known and/or the force would have felt weird if the temple was under attack. He rounds the same corner to scold what he knows is definitely two younglings messing around.
He pauses at who is really is.
Ahsoka is rolling, yes rolling, around Anakin as Anakin checks something off his list. The list Obi-Wan gave him. (“They are not chores sweetheart.” “These are chores. Don’t you agree Snips?” “Yes! Boring chores too!” “Well make it fun because these need to be done before dinner.” Cue twin smiles.)
Eventually, Ahsoka noticed his presences and speeds over, almost making him fall at the impact of the hug. She seems… taller. At least three inches at that. He looks down and sees… wheels on her shoes.
Snapping his head up when he hears Anakin coming over, he flashes an arm up and clutches Anakin once in arms reach. “What in the world are you two wearing!?” At the close proximity, Obi-Wan can see the little bruises Cody mentioned. Yes, bacta would do just fine on cleaning those up. “And why are you two all banged up?”
“Rollerblades Master!” Ahsoka chirps. “They’re so cool! Anakin made them a few days ago and suggested we try them out for the not-chores you gave us. They are actually really helpful. We can get from one side of the temple to the other in half of the time! We fell a couple of times before we got the hang of it and gained these beauties.”
Anakin smiles along with when his padawan says. “I made you a pair as well if you want to join us. It really isn’t too hard to learn. Once you get your footing anyway.”
All Obi-Wan wants to do is sleep. Today was running from room to room to find these two idiots thinking they are causing trouble and hiding under the good deeds only to find out they have been doing the chores he gave them. They actually listened for once. “Sure.” He, after all, can’t resist Anakin and Ahsoka’s puppy eyes.
Ahsoka cheers and Anakin presses a kiss in his hair. At least he got to see them both smile.