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lyzelky · 23 days

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I recently received a request for my tiefling headcanons, (also mentioned in this comic) so I put together a ramshackle biology guide for them. It's not 100% faithful to DnD or BG3 lore, but I borrowed enough from them that it's pretty interchangeable.

IMPORTANT: I tried to keep most things as clinical as possible to avoid Tumblr-geddon, but anything vaguely NSFW in the comic has is written in pink text for your convenience.

((CW: Clinical (Non-Graphic) descriptions of Heat/Rut cycles, menstruation, no A/B/O)) I'm also going to copy over all the text from the panels into text format on here so y'all can just read them if you want.

Text version below!

INFERNAL TRAITS

Tieflings possess a variety of features that hearken back to the Hellish influence in their bloodline. Often these traits are animalistic in nature, though in extreme cases may appear more akin to aberrations.

Common features include glowing eyes, horns, clawed fingers and toes, and tails.

Tieflings are inclined to be left handed or ambidextrous.

Less common traits include hooves, paws, or talons for feet, wing like appendages, goat-like ears, a forked tongue, etc.

A Protruding Brow ridge and cheekbones are more common among males. They are considered attractive by some and less so by others, and it seems to crop up in those who are closer to their Infernal sire (I.e, the direct child of a cambion).

Tieflings possess raised ridges on various parts of their body. They can range from boney and firm to soft and fleshy, with the intensity and abundance of ridges varying per individual.

EYE VARIATIONS

The eyes of a tiefling born to two tieflings will almost always have infernal coloring. In this regard, the scelera should be jet black and glossy, and the iris vibrant and produce a strong glow.

The eyes of a tiefling born to humans can either have infernal or mundane coloration. The pupil is usually oblong, but other shapes have been known to occur.

A child born to one tiefling and one human has an equal chance of inheriting either trait.

In both cases, the pupil functions like a cat’s would; narrowing in bright light, and dilating in darkness or while in a state of heightened emotion.

TEETH VARIATIONS

Male tieflings typically have longer fangs than Females. Males are are considered to be more attractive the longer their fangs are.

This attraction is perhaps more hardwired than cultural, as most female (and some male) tieflings are on the receiving end of a bite during their heat.

It is not uncommon to see some tieflings with filed teeth, especially in places where discrimination is common.

TAIL VARIATIONS

The shape of The tail tip (Often referred to as a ‘spade’) manifests in a variety of forms, with some sporting tufts of hair or even fins.

Tiefling Parents might take their newborn to a fortune teller to predict their child’s lifeline based on the spade and other distinctive features. (Longer tail = Longer life, Thin Tail = Weak Constitution, etc.)

Long tails are typically seen as more attractive, but it’s usually down to a matter of preference.

Although their tails are not prehensile, having a dexterous tail is often seen as a sign that someone is more skilled in bed.

REPRODUCTIVE CYCLE

Like humans, tieflings endure a 9-month gestation period, and all other developmental markers remain the same despite most tieflings living upwards of 200 years.

Tieflings differ slightly in regards to ovulation and fertility. Unlike humans, tieflings will experience either a heat or a rut that is the primary driver of their breeding cycle.

Females typically experience their first heat at around 16-18, with males experiencing their first rut at around 18-20.

Unlike a human menstruation cycle, females will go into heat every 2-3 months for 1-2 days at a time, after which menstruation will last for about 4 days.

A rut occurs at roughly the same frequency, but can be triggered early by heat pheromones.

Many tieflings use potions, herbs, or magic items to mitigate their heat/rut cycle, but long term usage is not advised.

During this period, the afflicted experiences heightened arousal and an instinctual urge to breed. Fertility is increased during this period.

Increased production of pheromones signals potential mates that one has entered heat/rut.

Scent glands along the hips, jawline, tail and neck become highly sensitive.

“Tail flagging” may occur, in which the tail lifts and inches over to the side to provide “easier access”.

Heat and Rut Symptoms

A tiefling usually experiences a variety of symptoms in the days leading up to their heat or rut. Primarily the afflicted will notice:

- Increased Fatigue

- Increased body temperature

- Increase in appetite/thirst

- Increased sensitivity to olfactory and tactile senses.

- Mood swings that include irritability, aggression, and anxiety, especially if in an unfamiliar or dangerous location.

Those in heat often feel the urge to retreat to someplace familiar and safe, and often engage in “nest-making” behavior.

This consists of surrounding one’s self in paraphernalia associated with loved ones (Often clothes, pillows or bed linens). A partner will often assist in prepping the nest and gifting appropriate items in a show of support and affection.

Those in rut without a partner tend to withdraw into a solitary location, and often experience bouts of aggression and irritability.

Those with a partner often become exceedingly territorial or possessive, especially if said partner is in heat or is pregnant.

When seeking out a partner, gifts may be given as a show one is a good provider; this is more of a ceremonial practice than a biological one. Gifts often include jewelry, fine clothing, rare artifacts etc.

That's all for now! Let me know if you liked it or not or want more. Feel free to use this stuff for your own stories/fanfics/art whatever, but I'd appreciate if you linked back to this post or my blog if you do. Thanks!

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ms-moonlight-inn · 1 month

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WEEKLY TAG WEDNESDAY FRIDAY

Huge thanks to @energievie @jrooc @mybrainismelted for tagging me. 😍

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how is your day going? It’s still early, give it time, someone will piss me off soon.

are you okay? Kinda? I had to work late last night & then had shitty night’s sleep. I would really appreciate a day of reading and writing.

what is your favourite shade of your favourite colour? My favorite color is black, so darker shades of black? 🤷🏻‍♀️ My second favorite color is hot pink. Specifically hot pink, no other shades are attractive to me.

are you single? Nope, married

are you happy about that? Usually.

what age do you feel in your brain? Mostly, I feel like a pukey teenager, but that could be a reflection of who I hangout with all the time.

do you feel like the good times are behind you or ahead of you? Both. I feel I had loads of fun in my youth, but by no means do I feel like I’m n death’s door. I’ve stil got lots of living ahead of me.

do you have a best friend? Yes! She’s my emotional support NJ.

did you have a childhood pet? Absolutely! A Russian Blue cat named Yeska.

do you sing or whistle around the house? Sometimes. Sometimes I sing super loudly. 😅

do you light candles or incense? Either is good for me, but lately I’m using candles more.

are you busy Friday night? Tonight? Not really, probably a lot of cooking & an extra long yoga session. Maybe my laptop in bed for some writing. (Yes, I’m this boring.)

if you were a circus performer which act would you be in? The fortune teller.

what is your favourite outfit? Baggy jeans or cut off jeans shorts, tank top or t-shirt, flip flops.

what’s the last thing you created? Working on my gift exchange fic

what is your favourite fic or book of all time? I adore books from Judy Blume & Chuck Palahniuk, but I haven’t read everything they’ve written. I love Blume’s “Then Again, Maybe I Won’t” & Palahniuk’s “Invisible Monsters.”

what are you looking forward to? Summer, always summer.

what can put you immediately in a better mood? Good music, good company, good food, good reading. 😍

do you like hugs? Oh yes, I’m a very huggy person.

what is something you wish people understood about you? I’m basically a golden retriever with dark hair: goofy and enthusiastic. I don’t mean to be loud and bouncy and break your furniture; I’m just built that way.

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Not sure who's left to tag on this. I'll take a stab & tag @notherenewjersey As always, not pressure to play.

#tagged #tag game #late as usual

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tristayranambrosio · 7 months

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Things Forgotten and Reforged Part 7

The Tournament of Ages Was as ever in full swing in August. The chill in the air was a welcome respite from a harsh summer and an excuse to celebrate and sell, to spend time with those dearest to someone, and to make new acquaintances. Trist had to work subtly whittling and shaping components while between the shows his friends put on, shopping with Fao and Leo himself, and chaperoning Their Eldest, Nestah Pale about the grounds. Not to mention getting various gifts for those in his life who for one reason or another couldn’t make the festival days. He managed to get a good deal of carving done before his fiancé called him out on working when he should be relaxing but he needed to get some basic shapes done. Nestah for her part noticed what Trist had been up to long ago, and was hardly going to spoil anything for her Dream-Papa, the man that stayed when the rest had left her Dad's heart broken if not totally shattered. She might not have the full memory given how long ago it was now, but she had enough of seeing Trist turn on himself and internalize the abuse… to do all the things to himself he never wanted his children to. She watched him work golden eyes missing nothing, until Leo teased her dad about never being idle and just relaxing.

On the one hand she agreed… Trist worked too much and seemed afraid to stop, and breathe, and it was her and her siblings’ job to remind him with Dream, but on the Other… she knew how beautiful it’d be when it was done. After performances and then a visit with a fortune teller, then the most charming Snake person who sent her home with a new hat, Dad would be taking her home. She waited until Dream was off getting changed for an after party. “Daddy?” She chirped, still wearing her new cowpoke scorpion hat as Trist brought her to her room and helped her out of her winter coat. “Yes Moondrop?” Trist smiled, he’d never been able to stop calling her that, this wisened maybe too jaded and cynical for her modest half decade of life child of his probably deserved a less cutesie endearment by now but he couldn’t help himself. “The fortune teller said I have lots of potential… I used my gold pieces to buy this when she pulled me aside.” Nestah said as she produced the Tarot card she had in fact purchased and then the small antler talisman that was meant as a blessing from Malorne the White Stag and in some tales the Moon’s lover himself, “Take them… They’re for Dream’s gift.” Trist blinked and looked at the moonstone antler and Tarot card… then smiled seeing the suit she had given him, “Dream’s more 'Strength' not the Fool.”

“You’re the Fool Silly. You should make it like mister Merius did… with the secret on the inside.” Nestah referred to the message that had been on the inside of a violin Trist had fixed, with a secret line of a poem hidden within the body of an instrument to be discovered so many years later. Jaded she may be but even Nestah it seemed could appreciate the romance of it, “When you got married it was after the Tournament. When Dream first showed us his … 'Cat Hole' Castle. The Tournament is special to you and Dream, like the other places and these are from there.” She grinned as she climbed into her bed seeing the flood of emotions rush through on her guardian’s face. She knew she wasn’t his daughter, not by blood… He looked so different with pale skin, pink hair and short ears, with magenta eyes to her golden ones, but she would always see Trist as her parent. It had been his singing that made her sleep every night since the one she’d been brought into the world… and he who gave her a name. Seeing Trist’s face overwhelmed, staring at the card and the tokens she handed him, she added reassuringly, “Dream’s not like the rest, Daddy. And this one is really for Eternity… He’ll love it like he loves you.” Trist jolted from where his thoughts had wandered and the silver lining his eyes was all the confirmation she needed. She climbed out of the bed and wrapped her arms around Trist’s shoulders where he knelt, holding him tightly and tucking her face under his jaw and into his shoulder, “Its okay…” “T-thank you Moondrop…” Trist shuddered holding his daughter like if he let go she would somehow evaporate and vanish if he didn’t. “Besides you’re only marrying him for everyone else. I know he’s been your Dream-lord and husband this whole time.” Nestah murmured muffled in Trist’s mane of pink. “I-I know you’re right. Your handfasting is still official. We’re just making it more official.” Trist laughed scrubbing at his face. “You want him to stay right?” Nestah asked pulling away to examine Trist’s face watching it for his real emotions. “More than anything.” Trist said heart and words heavy with the truth of them. “Good. He will.” Nestah said. Nodding once. She was certain. Trist stared at his daughter like she was some divine being, “You know your Dad’s a fool for a lot of reasons right? I make mistakes… I mess up… I might-” Nestah shrugged, pulling her blanket over herself having returned to her bed, “Everyone Messes up Daddy… if someone changes their mind about you because you mess up they don’t deserve you. Dream wants to make mistakes with you and I don’t think he’s changing his mind about you. Not ever.” “Sometimes I forget how much like your Namesake you are, Moondrop.” Trist managed half whimpering it. Nestah puffed up, “That’s because All Nestahs are right about everything.” Trist laughed at that, “He’d have said that too. But I need you to at least pretend to be asleep so I can get Dream dancing tonight.” “Okay.” She agreed, “I’m still wearing my hat.” Trist laughed again, “Okay, Moondrop. You can wear your hat.” Trist then reached forward to tuck the cowpoke hat over his daughter’s face making her swat at his hand, “Daddy!” Trist chuckled, raising her hat off her face enough to kiss her temple, “Goodnight Moondrop.” She snatched the hat back, sticking her tongue out at Trist and clutching her new prize like it was the most precious thing she’d ever owned. Then yawned, “Night Daddy. I love you.” “I love you too, Moondrop.”

#moon guard #roleplay #world of warcraft #wow oc #warcraft rp #bard #short story #art #commission #toa #Tournament of ages #slice of life #family #adopted daughter

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lolotheparagon · 1 year

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Halfway through the youtube upload of prince of persia and WOW the concubine's design is sexist as fuck. I can just imagine the conversation when they were designing her

Developer 1: So we've got the one female villain. What should we make her title?

Developer 2: I dunno, the Weaver? The Fortune Teller? The-

Definitely Not Bruce Timm: The Concubine.

Dev1: ... what?

DNBT: Yeah, she's an evil slut who sold her soul for a man and is constantly flirting with the Prince, and Elika hates her. Just, really fucking hates her.

Dev2: That seems... gross.

DNBT: Oh! And she can dress in a hot pink bikini, and has a tail-

Dev1: We're not making her a cat girl!

DNBT: Okay, fine, can she at least have a cat fught where she rips Elika's top off-

Dev 1 and 2: NO!!!

DNBT: Ugh! You guys don't let me do anything!

Dev 1: Fine! We'll keep the backstory and the physical design, but I swear to god if you try and make her have a cat fight with Elika I'm going to kill you.

DNBT: Can she at least keep the tail?

Dev 2: Sure, fine, whatever, just go home and take a shower.

This is my headcanon now

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abellaheart-blog · 2 years

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Hello! Hope you're doing well and also happy birthday! I would like a match-up please (I saw your birthday event and I thought it would be interesting!) Also I hope I did this right!

1. She/Her, Cis Female

2.I stand about 161 cm!

3. I'm fine with male or female since I'm biromantic asexual but I'm usually leaning towards males

4. I am 23!

5. Honestly? In terms of a partner, I want someone who I can connect with and someone who has a good personality. Someone who makes me feel like I'm understood, supportive, seen and just yknow overall be this relationship where we can make each other better but also be able to love each other's imperfections and stuff. I also like the small quiet moments that we can share that feels intimate and that it feels like we can see ourselves, the ability to like connect and love someone like that. Someone who is kind and open-minded, a bit nerdy, funny, appreciates the arts,has a humanitarian side, intelligent but not to the point they sound like they're greater than anyone but like they're aware of their limits too and just someone who I can talk to with just about anything and everything.

6.Pink Peonies!

7. All For One, All Might, Endeavour, DIO, Vanilla Ice, Rubber Soul, Kira, Aqua Necklace's stand user, Keicho, Present Mic

8. I don't mind villains!

9. BNHA/MHA and JJBA (Maybe DIU? 👉👈👉👈)

Type of Readings: Tarot Card, Potions (Purple) and Tea Reading (the type of tea I drink is Earl Grey with one teaspoon of sugar in it, I like cats and Present will do!)

Thanks for taking an interest! I appreciate the birthday message sorry this took forever to get to. I had to take a break from writing. Hope you like your matchup 💗💗 Hope you're doing well.

Fortune Teller Match Maker 🔮 Anime Matchups 💘

My Hero Academia

Abella's eyes light up upon your first request for a tarot card reading she asks you to take a seat at her table. It's round with a purple table cloth, it's filled with various items one would expect from a fortune teller. You're seated on a stack of square shaped cushions across her. She snaps her fingers and in front of you all the items disappear after the pink cloud covering the table is gone.

A pink tarot card deck is in front of her as well as some more items but her attention is directed to the deck. She begins shuffling then lines them up in front of you in a neat row. You notice the hearts on her face glowing.

"First I'll have you choose two cards."

You do as she says and the other cards disappear and reappear in her hands. She shuffles them but this time her cards are glowing pink. The painted hearts underneath her eyes continue glowing pink. She points a pink polished finger and the cards surround the both of you. They float in the air effortlessly in a slow vortex.

“For true romance to be I’ll need to know who your true love is. Pick one card but be sure to pick the one that calls to you. Be true to your beloved by following your heart.”

The cards fly to the table lining up neatly in front of you. You do as Abella says and follow your heart. You hover your hand over several cards until you get a warm feeling deep in your heart. You choose a card and it begins glowing. The other cards return to Abella’s side in a stack.

“You did so well. Now let’s set your cards down on the table.”

One card is glowing pink while the other two look normal. Abella hovers her hand over the glowing card, closing her eyes. A huge rose shaped magic marking surrounds you two on the ground. You look around as both of your locks of brown hair float gently off your shoulders.

"I'll start by revealing your true love."

Your brown eyes follow Abella's to the card. It's now glowing white. Abella waves her hand across it, causing it to spin. When she has her hand gently cupped over it, the card stops spinning. Her hand is back at her side and you now see an image of a male in the card. He has straight dark shoulder length hair with triangular cut bangs. He has a huge smile, most likely laughing about a joke. He has dark eyes, and his most notable feature is his arms since the elbows look rounded almost like tape dispensers.

"His name is Hanta Sero and I see he is a heroic individual who enjoys laughter as much as you do. He loves to make jokes and he is constantly smiling. He is everything you're looking for in a partner. He would be supportive, understanding, and a very love your imperfections whole heartedly."

You think over all of what Abella has said with a smile on your face. To think your true love is trying to become a hero. Abella directs your attention to your other cards you picked. She flips one over while you look to it curiously.

The first card reveals a pink image of a what looks to be an angel. It's a person in a white gown with wings, they hold two goblets, pouring water into the other. The setting is at a pond and beautiful grassy scenery.

"If you're single and asking about love then Temperance is a very good card to get. It represents someone who will love you deeply. Temperance in a relationship reading denotes two people who both believe in relationships and know-how to have a relationship."

You think over the reading with a smile as its a romance you long for. Abella then flips over the next card. It reveals the image of four wooden trees beside each other, two on one side and another two across them. They're decorated with plant life and red roses, beneath them in the background is a man and woman holding bouquets and waving them. Behind them is a castle and people gathered around it.

"This card is called four of wands. It has many meanings but in love it means to connect with someone special. Perhaps there is a special someone in your life."

You thought it sounded nice, nodding in understanding. You give Abella your thoughts while she puts away her tarot card deck in her white shawl she is wearing. Her eyes show you her interest in your potential romance. She hopes to be helpful to you.

She is delighted to hear you're interested in a tea reading. She grabs the white tea pot with pink and red heart prints covering it. She snaps her fingers summoning a tin of loose leaf Earl Grey tea. Abella gets the tea leaves ready in the tea pot. She begins her instructions your tea reading.

"Once your tea is at the perfect temperature to drink, I'll need you to ponder a question for this tea reading. Do not share it with me. I'll need you to think of the question and to pick one before you finish drinking. Leave about a tablespoon of tea left behind in the cup." She then looks over to you remembering a very important detail. "Do remember this reading will be about romance, a question leading to romance sounds most appropriate since its why you're here."

The hearts on her face are glowing while her eyes are closed. She is reflecting on her intentions and begins transferring her energy into the tea leaves. She then looks over to you while setting down the teacup in front of you. You drink your tea once she hands you the saucer and cup. You leave a tablespoon of liquid in the cup while thinking of your question.

"Will love find me soon?" You finally decide on this question in your thoughts.

Abella gently picks up the teacup and saucer. She uses her left hand to swirl the tea left to right three times. Slowly the fortune teller carefully inverts the cup over the pink saucer. She closes her eyes for one minute, you notice the hearts on her face are glowing so it was intentional. Once she opens her eyes she rotates the cup three times again. She turns the cup upright, positioning the handle south.

She obverses remains of the tea leaves inside the cup. The aroma was very pleasant it smells of soothing earl grey tea, it's a relaxing smell. She reveals an image of a cat. The tea leaves appear to be at the top of the cup. Your dark brown eyes look over the leaves at the cute image of the feline. Abella is also smiling, hoping you'll like her reading.

"It seems you'll have a fresh start in life. This indicates you're usually happy or content in life but there is a focus on endless curiosity. This could be pointed to love."

Understanding her words you thank her. Abella then asks you what your next and final request will be. You look over to her potions on the shelf behind her and ask her about it. She walks over to her shelf with a smile. You point out the purple potion.

"This potion is called, "lovers luck". It gives you 40% more luck. This increases the chances you’ll see your true love.

The bottle is a lavender color and heart shaped. It's covered in purple floral designs, it has a single green flower on the front. The lid is also lavender and its round resembling a gem. She didn't bother including how the potion has an affect for romance and you potentially having a date. She figured you would experience it on your own.

You look over the potion with curiosity. Abella explains how you must drink the entire bottle for it to have affect on you. She also tells you it tastes similar to diluted punch so you wouldn't have to worry about the flavor. You open the lid and it smells of berries and a hint of fruit. You drink the entire serving inside the small bottle of potion.

You don't feel any different so you look to the fortune teller. She smiles and guides you to the center of her tent. She summons a portal at the center of the rose pink symbol on the ground. The hearts beneath her eyes glow the same color. Your hair is floating above your shoulders as you stood beside her. She explains your true love is at the other side of the portal.

"Do remember not to be disheartened should today not work out. Love works in mysterious ways at times. Best of luck."

You bid her goodbye and give a thanks before entering the portal. You open your eyes noting how you're at the center of the city. There is nothing much going on. Passerby's walking along the streets minding their own business.

Your eyes soon land on Sero who is sitting at a bench. He is in his casual clothing looking at his which. Most likely waiting on his bus stop. He visually sighs, the bus stop taking it's time. You decide to sit beside him, remembering you drank the purple potion Abella gave you earlier. He did glance at you but kept to himself.

He was looking over at something before chuckling to himself and cracking a joke. You over heard his joke, giggling. He smiled over at you then introduced himself to you. You in turn introduce yourself. He thought your name sounded lovely. You two ended up chatting for half an hour before Sero asked you on a date. You both got along very well, talking about several topics and you noticed he has several attractive qualities you're looking for.

He invites you on a date at a diner so you two can enjoy each others company and eat. During the date he would make you laugh. You also noticed he could keep up with your intellectual conversations. When he talked about going to UA when he was in high school you were impressed.

After spending time together at the diner and eating you both walked around town for a bit. You held hands and enjoyed each others presence. Sero didn't realize it at first but he truly enjoyed the date and was hoping you admire him as much as he admires you.

You noticed him staring at your hand holding his own then direct a cute smile his way. Your smile is returned with a huge grin from him. The noticeable blush was absolutely adorable. You squeezed his hand affectionately causing him to do the same action. Before you knew it you're in his embrace while you looked into his eyes. You two somehow were drawn to each other. His dark eyes a contrast to your visibly brown iris'. You had to tilt your head up since he slightly towered over you. His touch is very gentle and he's a bit awkward from how he wraps his arms around you but you don't mind.

Eventually you two share a romantic kiss together. The embrace made you both felt so much happiness, it was loving yet comforting. Afterwards he offered to walk you back. You desired to head back to Abella's tent before going home. Her tent isn't too far so the small walk alongside Sero's side was nice. Before he his goodbye he kissed your forehead and promised you another date with a given time as well as a location.

You head back to Abella and enter her match making tent with a smile. She greets you with a smile on her pink lips. Her smile widens upon you talking about your date. After you're done talking about it she heads to a planter not too far away from where you're both talking. A flower is picked for you and she holds out a pink peony for you.

"This is for you, friend. May you find joy during your trials of love with Sero."

Pink peony’s super popular for wedding bouquets as they symbolise good luck and prosperity. For you and Sero they represent your luck in finding each other, and having a thriving relationship.

#abella fortune teller event #abella fortune teller takeover #mha matchup #anime matchups #thanks for your patience #my hero academia matchup

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punchlycra9 · 2 years

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ssamie · 3 years

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nine. “partners in crime and suicide”

kozume kenma x fem dazai!reader

(bsd x hq)

tw: mentons of suicide & breaking into arcades

masterlist. suicide freak!

"thank you for having us!" fukurodani exclaimed as they bowed. it was the end of their three-day practice match, and fukurodani was about to leave and were waiting for their bus.

"hey hey hey!" bokuto called out. he waved his arms around, trying to get y/n's attention, all while akaashi quietly stood beside him.

she chuckled and jogged over to the boy. "hey to you too, bokuto" she mused

"y/n-chan! im gonna miss you!" bokuto said dramatically as he wrapped his beefy arms around her

"i'll miss you too" she laughed "i'll be missing your awesome spikes, bokuto!" bokuto beamed from the praise and hugged her even tighter. "i know right! my spikes are awesome!"

"you're too nice to him, y/n-san" akaashi commented

"yeah, he's been thriving off your compliments for days" konoha snickered as he walked past "he'll probably be down in the slumps once he can't hear you cheering for him anymore"

bokuto pouted and rested his cheek on top of her head. "you're all so mean~" he whined

"oi, oi, oi!" kuroo called out "bokubro, hands off our manager!" he glared playfully

"no way!! join our team instead, y/n-chan!!" bokuto cried out as he squeezed her even tighter and swayed her around. "we already have two managers, bokuto-san" akaashi says as he tried to peel his huge arms off of her

"we can have three!" bokuto countered

"you can stick with two." kenma interjected. kenma stared him down, not talking nor blinking, silently waiting for him to let the girl go.

"r-right!" bokuto smiled nervously. he let her go and sheepishly avoided eye contact with kenma.

"kenma~" she cooed as she slithered her way towards him. "let's go out later" she suggested

"where?" he asked

"its a surprise, of course!" she exclaimed with a grin

"you're not gonna kill me, are you?"

"this is surprisingly nice.." kenma says as he pokes his mochi with his chopsticks

y/n was sat across from him, a cup of tea in hand as she placed her mochi on his plate. "right? this is the usual restaurant the agency goes to" she said with a small smile

kenma nodded and looked out the window as he chews on the sakura mochi. his cat-like eyes watched the cars and people pass by the streets. it was nearing night time, and the sky was slowly darkening, causing the street lights to turn on.

"so, y/n.." he trailed off

"hm?" she hummed back

"why-" kenma stops himself, subconsciously letting out a tired sigh as he watched her pour some suspicious liquid into her drink.

"what the hell are you doing?" kenma deadpanned as he watched her happily mix the contaminated tea.

"shh! let me have my moment, kenma-kun!" she shushed him she giddily grasped the cup and brought it up to her lips.

"y/n, stop that!" kenma exclaimed as he took the drink from her hands

"what did you put in this?! it smells like death in a washing machine!" kenma gagged. he scrunched his nose up as he poured it out the window, emptying the cup before placing it back beside him, so she couldn't reach for it.

"kenma! that was my suicide potion!" she cried out childishly

"your suicide potion?" kenma deadpanned "that's stupid. please don't-"

"dont worry though, i brought an extra one just in case!" she exclaimed "although it's just the chemicals so it'll probably sting my throat a bit"

"how about you don't drink anything at all" kenma sighed. he shoved a mochi in her mouth and snatched the small bottle from her.

"i thought we came here to have a peaceful meal, not so i could watch you die" he said "plus.. there's something i've been meaning to ask you" kenma said "but you just ruined the moment."

"aw! are you finally agreeing to the double suicide?!" she asked with a huge grin. she took his hands in hers and intertwined their fingers together. "is that why you took the drink from me?"

"you wanted to drink it together, didn't you?!"

"no."

kenma shook his head and stared at their hands. more specifically, her bandages. "i wanted to know why you wore these bandages all the time.." he muttered

he looked up to meet eyes with her. though, he soon panicked and frantically bowed his head in apology "i-i mean, if that's okay with you!" he shrieked "it's totally fine if you don't wanna tell me.."

kenma gulped as she continued to stare at him with her (e/c) eyes and an unreadable expression. she then chuckled and pulled her hands away, stuffing them in her pockets as she leaned back on her seat

"well, why do you think i wear them all the time?" she mused

"um.. for injuries?" kenma replied, though he wasn't so sure of his answer

she hummed and nodded along, not confirming nor denying it.

"um, maybe for style?" he asked "though, you'd look perfectly fine without them" he said

"would you like me not to wear my bandages?" she asked him

"um well, no" kenma shrugged "i think it'd feel weird and new if i saw you without them"

"maybe you just like bondage." she suggested with a straight face

"i what??" kenma spluttered as a soft pink hue covered his cheeks "where did that come from?!"

"i dunno, kenma-kun" she shrugged "maybe the reason you like seeing me in bandages so much is because-"

"i don't wanna hear it." kenma groaned

"also.. ʷʰᵒ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵍᵘʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵈᵃʸ?" he muttered bashfully

she raised an eyebrow curiously as she asked him to repeat the question.

"i asked.. who was that guy the other day?" kenma said much louder, much to his embarrassment

"oh." she mumbled. just then, an evil grin formed on her lips as she giggled tauntingly. "oya oya~ why do you ask, kenma~" she teased as she poked on his cheeks

"i- no reason, okay!" kenma exclaimed

he puffed out his reddened cheeks and looked down on his lap, letting his hair cover his face as he tried to ignore her teasing remarks "i just heard that he was your 'old partner' and i got curious" he said

"and how did you hear that, hm?" she smirked "were you spying on me?"

kenma paled at the realisation of his slip up and groaned "well no- okay, kind of.."

"we were just curious so we followed you.. but we stopped after you left the cafe" he admitted

"hm, well his name is chuuya" she said with a fond smile "he's like a tiny chihuahua, and will probably bite you if you touch him"

"oh.." kenma muttered "you guys seemed close..does he work for your agency too?" he asked

she chuckled and shook her head. "no, no. quite the opposite of that, actually"

"we're just old friends, i guess." she shrugged "we met at my old job"

"your old job?" kenma raised a brow "i kind of can't imagine you doing anything else, to be honest"

"i mean, i wouldn't have believed you even worked as a detective if you didn't tell me yourself" he said with a soft laugh

"well then, would you like to guess?" she asked with a smile. kenma blinked back, nodding as he pondered over his answer "well, i guess you could've been a.." he trailed off

"um.." kenma groaned in frustration. he stared directly at her face, trying to think of a job suitable for her and her personality, though nothing came to mind.

"dont bother burning your brain out, brat" a voice chimed in

"yeah, y/n's old profession is still a mystery to us" another voice said

kenma, along with y/n, looked back at the door to see kunikida and atsushi entering the cafe

"oh! atsushi, weren't you aiming for the reward?" she chuckled "watch out, kenma might guess correctly before you!" atsushi panicked and rushed over to their side "was he close to the answer?!" atsushi shrieked

"nope! but you can join the guessing game if you want!" she exclaimed with a cheeky grin

"gladly!" atsushi exclaimed, pulling out a chair and setting it between them. "but just for context.." atsushi trailed off "the reward is still in tact right?"

"yup! 700 grand for the correct answer!" she said with a laugh

"700 grand?" kenma muttered "is the answer really that hard to guess?"

"YES! THE ONLY PERSON WHO PROBABLY KNOWS IS RANPO-SAN AND-" atsushi cut himself off as he finally got a good look of kenma ".. youre that boy she's been obsessing about.." atsushi sweat dropped

"y/n-san.." atsushi sent her a knowing glare, which she responds with an offended scoff

"you hurt me, atsushi" she sighed "i asked him out, and he said yes! i didn't force him this time!"

"what do you mean 'this time' ?" kunikida scowled "are you really pestering the poor boy?" kunikida said "sometimes it's like you're asking to be hit"

kenma blinked as he watched them interact, slowly starting to feel awkward as the man in glasses continue to scold her while atsushi went back to guessing.

"writer?!" atsushi guessed "nope!"

"researcher!" ; "nooo!"

"journalist!" ; "boo!"

"fortune teller!" ; "wrong!~"

"interpretor?!" ; "non, non~"

"its all too random.." kenma commented as he, too, tried to think of the right answer

"actor?!" atsushi shrieked "no! but.." she trailed off, placing her hands on her pink cheeks "that's flattering!"

"y/n.." kenma muttered out. he reached over the table to tug on the sleeve of her coat. she screamed internally from his adorable act and faced him "yes?" she asked

".. i wanna go to the arcade" kenma said with a pout

she, quite literally, had to slap her chest repeatedly as she felt her heart beat faster. "kyANMAAA! YOU'RE SO CUTE!" she squealed "of course, we can go!"

"well then, atsushi-kun, do you yeild?" she chuckled as she picked up the check from the table "well, i can't think of any more.." atsushi sighed defeatedly

"then you can take our check!" she exclaimed as she sent him a cutesy smile. she shoved the bill into his hands and skipped away to the exit with kenma's hand in hers

"wait! i don't have any money-"

"bye-bye~" she waved as she closed the door

"now then, let's get to that arcade"

"y/n this is closed." kenma said with a sigh. they were currently standing infront of an arcade, obviously already closed, after walking for about half an hour

"i know, kenma-kun! no need to state the obvious" she mused. she licked her lips as she continued fiddling with the lock, brows furrowing from concentration as she picked it open with a simple hair clip

"so then why are we here??" kenma grumbled "we could've went to other ones that were open. and it's getting really late, you're lucky my parents aren't home for the week" he said

"silly boy, it's not closed if the door is open, right?" she chuckled as she pointed to the arcade doors

"i wha- did you pick the lock?!" kenma whisper shouted "this is illegal! we're literally breaking in!" he hissed out as he tried to run away

though, she simply grasped his wrist and pulled him inside. "its fine, kenma! we'll just leave a note to the owner" she laughed carefreely "besides, it's not that big of a deal! we'll still pay for tokens!" she said with a smile

kenma worriedly tiptoed inside, squinting his cat-like eyes as he tried to adjust to the dark. he slightly winced as bright, and colorful lights suddenly turned on.

"oop- i found the power switch!" she announced "now then, what game should we play first.." she hummed to herself as she eyed each game

"this is it. i'm gonna die. we're gonna get arrested and i'll rot in the prison. thanks a lot." kenma chanted out. he nervously sat down on the seat infront of the screen which showed 'tekken'

(bro i've never played that game before, and what do you call those huge metal box things with the games in arcades wtf ♀️)

"i got tokens!" she exclaimed as she sat on the one across him.

"this is so wrong" kenma said with a shake of his head though despite that, he still reached out for the token and continued to play.

after some time of pretty much trying out each game and tiring themselves out from the DDR machines by performing some embarrassing choreos.

"okay, i kinda want that one" she said as she pointed to the cat plushy "why? there's one here that's so much bigger" kenma said as he pointed to the kuromi plushy which looked like it could swallow them whole

"this cat looks like you." she defended "im gonna name him kyanma, won't that be cute?"

"plus if we get this, we'll have enough tickets to get that game you want"

staying true to her word, they didn't break or steal anything. so technically, they didn't commit a crime, right? well, only if you scratch out the breaking in part.. but that's okay. they had fun and that's all that matters, alright? 😃

"fine.." kenma mumbled as he plucked the plushy and the game off the shelf

they threw the tickets on the counter, flashed the cctv cameras one last peace sign, and left.

"i can't believe i just did that" kenma muttered out with a laugh "but it was fun. thanks for that, y/n" he smiled at her

she blinked and stared at his side profile as they continued their walk home. "it was fun, yeah.." she chuckled

"so.. how's it feel?" she mused "first crime in your record! do you feel like a misunderstood punk teen now?"

"no, i feel like a criminal."

"same thing!" she beamed with a grin

she locked their arms together and gripped the plushy with her free hand, letting it dangle by her side as they walked "i just realized something.." she gasped

kenma raised a brow and side eyed her "what is it?" he asked

"we're now officially partners in crime and suicide!"

"sure" kenma chuckled

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boss-skye · 2 years

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If Luca hadn’t known any better he’d have assumed they’d stepped into a storybook somehow. The last house at dead-end street was painted in shades of rainbow. It had a blue roof and yellow windows with a bright pink door. A massive garden bursting with ripe fruits and vegetables filled what would have been the wild front yard. A wind chime made of silver and bits of broken colored glass sun in the summer breeze.

Luca marveled at the animals - from fat green caterpillars eating bright petals to the bluejays singing inside the mermaid-shaped, human-sized bird bath or the black cat with one green and one blue eye perched peacefully on the front porch watching their approach.

“What is this place?”

“The Cailleach.” Skye said by way of explanation. She snapped her fingers, thinking. The English translations for Scottish concepts were vague at best. “Wise woman. Fortune Teller. Sorceress. Charm Worker.” She frowned. These still weren’t right. “Witch.” She pointed a painted finger at the door. “But sacred to my people. Like an ancestor. There’s nothing to fear as long as we stay respectful. Don’t make demands.”

Luca nodded so hard his curls bounced. He was eager to meet this Cailleach and eager to hear what the revered fortune teller had to say.

“A tha gam shireadh. Agus carson.”

Her voice rang out before the form appeared in the bright light of the open doorway. Sweet, heavy incense smoke visibly wafted from inside the house behind her.

“She wants to know who we are and what we want from her.” Skye muttered to Luca at her side. “Is mise Skye O’Riain.” The redhead stepped forward with a hand pressed to her chest. “This is Luca Moreno.” She gestured to the popstar, fully aware that the Cailleach would know him.

Luca was able to see her more clearly, make out the fine details of her form and her face as they eased closer. The light seemed to dim behind her from something glaring to something more warm and welcoming in the distance as they approached.

The woman wasn’t what Luca had expected at all. She wasn’t even old. She looked to be in her mid-30’s - probably as old as Skye. She looked younger than either of Luca’s own fathers. The witch must have read his confusion, chuckling as she turned back to the house.

“You can call me Teena. Come on in then. We have much to discuss.”

Luca looked at Skye only to notice her visible swallow before she put on the bravest face. Luca’s pretty features gathered in a puckered pout. “Am I supposed to be concerned? Because I feel a little concerned right now.”

Skye flashed him a smile and shrugged. For a moment she reminded him of Kio. “Too late to turn back now, baeg.”

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chaseatinydream · 3 years

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pirate king (11) || atz

He pulls you through the town, back to the harbor where you can see several ships docked in the piers. But to your surprise, Jongho doesn’t lead you back to the Treasure. Instead, he drags you to a small bakery selling pastries and sweets.

You turn to him confusedly. “Jongho-hyung, what are we doing here?”

“Pick three cakes.” He gestures at the shelves. The establishment is neat and well kept for a pirate town, and the cakes look rather high quality compared to the other shops you saw earlier. It must be expensive. But since he told you to do it, you obey.

The shop owner takes your pastries and puts them in a little paper bag. Then Jongho adds several more cakes to the order, until his arms are laden with bags of sweet treats.

“Let’s sit.” He tells you gruffly, pulling you to one of the tables outside and sitting you down. You continue staring at him in complete bewilderment even as he pulls out your pastry and sets it in front of you.

“Eat.”

Your mouth falls open. Then you lean forward, pressing a palm against Jongho’s forehead as you look into his eyes intently. “Jongho-hyung, are you experiencing any dizziness or discomfort?”

The maknae jerks back at the contact, face twisted in a confused scowl as he shakes his head. “What? No! What are you-”

“You need to be honest with me, Jongho-hyung.” You look into his eyes carefully, searching for wavering pupils or the like and your voice drops to a secretive whisper. “Have you been drinking without telling Seonghwa-hyung?”

“No! Why are you even asking me this? I'm not being weird!” Jongho yelps as he scoots back further from you, the sound of his chair dragging across the stone floor making both of you wince. “I'm not drunk! I’m not sick either!”

“Okay…” You continue to stare at him with worried eyes as you take a bite of your puff, the sweet taste of cream spreading over your tongue. The young battlemaster sighs.

“I just wanted to talk to you.” He glances away from you for a moment to collect his thoughts, before he opens his mouth to speak again.

“I don't hate you, okay?”

His words are mumbled under his breath, so you lean across the table to hear him more clearly.

“What?”

“I don't hate you!” He shouts, clearly embarrassed. His cheeks are tinged pink and you look at him in surprise.

“Shut up, kid!” One of the bakery’s patrons shouts at the two of you and you shy back into your chair, feeling your cheeks burning.

“Oh.” Is all you manage.

You’re a little shocked. With how he’d been treating you this while, you thought he’d hated you, loathed you, even. While you weren’t sure why, you had thought he had disliked you immensely.

“Wipe that dumb look from your face before I smack it off.” Jongho grunts, and you realise that your lips are pulled into a wide grin. Hurriedly, you try to hide your Cheshire Cat smile, but it’s impossible. “I mean it!”

Finally with much difficulty, you press your face into a poor attempt at a serious look, much to Jongho’s chagrin. He sighs, slapping a hand against his forehead.

“I’m just awkward with new people, okay?” You’ve never seen the young battlemaster this skittish. Even in battle, he’s always possessed some kind of quiet, silent self confidence, not an ounce of self doubt in him. “And I was always the youngest till you came along, so I’m not sure how I’m supposed to… take care of you.”

You’re oddly touched by this for a moment. This strong man, who can handle even the fiercest of enemies, awkward and shy… because he doesn’t know how to take care of you.

A giggle somehow manages to leave your mouth. “That’s cute.”

“What! No!” Jongho cries in horror, looking desperate now. “I’m not cute-” A disgusted glower paints his face as the last word passes his lips.

“Boy, shut up before I come over and shoot you myself!” The shopkeeper bellows from behind the counter, and Jongho slumps back into his seat, groaning in despair at your irrepressible smile.

“Forget I said anything.” His words are muffled against the table top.

The two of you sit in peace for a long moment. It’s silent, like how it was between the two of you before, but where there was discomfort, now there is a happy warmth that fills you from the inside. Maybe it is because you’ve lost your memories, but with every new person that you meet, they root and grow themselves in your heart.

“Jongho-hyung…” You suddenly speak up, breaking the silence you two had been enjoying. The young battlemaster raises an eyebrow as he looks over at you questioningly. “What song did you sing when I was tied to the mast?”

“Song?” He frowns, but you can see baby pink blossoming on his cheeks like cherry blossom petals. “I sing a lot. Do you remember the lyrics?”

You recite what you remember. “Born on the wrong side of the ocean…”

“Ahh.” A small, sad smile pulls at the corners of Jongho’s mouth, the look softening his serious expression as he glances towards the harbor. The sun has just begun to set, the rosy light casting Jongho in a halo of warm oranges and pastel pinks. “It’s an old song. My mother used to sing it to me when I was still a child.”

The look on his face is forlorn, a little happy, a little sad, a little wistful. His eyes seem to be looking at something so far away, gazing at some point in his past that you can’t see.

“Jongho-hyung… where is your mother?”

That snaps the maknae out of his thoughts, the smile falling from his face as he inhales deeply. “She’s dead now. Died of consumption a few years ago. Didn’t get the medicine she needed and left. She’s in a better place now.”

You blink once. “That’s sad.” The cream puff is finished off, and you lean back to look at Jongho. His gaze never leaves the ocean as he continues to speak.

“Dad died before she did. In a hurricane offshore. Never got to see a trace of him again except the smashed up remains of his boat.” He points to a piece of tattered white fabric he wears around his shoulders. “This is from the wreckage.”

His voice is thick with emotion, but his face remains solidly strong. You feel something stirring in your chest, something that seems to want to swallow your lungs whole. You frown and touch your chest. Is there something wrong with you?

“But enough about my sad backstory. What’s over is over, and what’s left for me to do is move on.” Jongho’s voice doesn’t waver at all as he thumps his chest. “They live on in here. I’ll live well for the two of them and never shed a tear again. Can’t let them be worried about me.”

His smile returns, a genuine and powerful one this time. For a moment, you’re so lost in it that you can barely breathe. Jongho is the epitome of strong. Not just physically, but in the heart, and in every sense of the word.

“Anyway, what about you, stowaway?” He cocks his head as he shoves a meat stuffed bun into his mouth. You look confused for a moment. What past do you have to tell? “What’s with that necklace around your neck?”

Ah. Your fingers reach up to stroke the silver chain resting against your delicate collarbones. Your only link to your past, the last thread you have connecting you to who you were before.

“I don’t know.” You murmur softly, feeling a lump rise in your throat. “I woke up with it.”

“I know Hongjoong-hyung said you’re an amnesiac.” Jongho looks at you firmly, but curiosity brims behind his eyes. “But do you really remember… nothing?”

You close your eyes. For a second, white dances behind your eyelids, the sound of sea crashing against the shore filling your ears and rain touches your face.

Then a single, unblinking red eye looms into your mind.

Your breath catches in your throat as your eyes fly open. You can still see it, a monstrous thing, a dark, hulking shape in the depths that has been forever chasing you… following you…

You’re not sure how Jongho will react right now if you tell him you could hear the voice of a giant squid monster which was chasing the Treasure, so you merely hold your tongue and shake your head.

Jongho is silent for a moment.

Then suddenly he rises to his feet, abruptly grabbing you by the arm. You follow, a little stunned by his strange change in demeanor, and Jongho whirls to look at you with resolution carved into his face.

“You’ve got whipped cream on your nose.” The young battlemaster swipes the sweet smudge off with a finger and licks it off, to your horror.

“That’s disgusting, Jongho-hyung.” You scrunch up your nose, but you’re not sure why he’s suddenly so eager to do something. Jongho begins pulling you somewhere, much to your surprise.

“Where are we going?”

“When I first came to Tortuga, I had just lost my parents and joined the crew.” Jongho tells you earnestly, leading you down past the harbor to a more lively, darker part of town by the shore. Many street vendors and shopkeepers with makeshift booths line the wooden docks, all offering some sort of rare, exotic wares, but Jongho simply brushes past all of them without a second glance. “And by coincidence, I visited a fortune teller.”

“I didn’t peg you for the superstitious type, hyung.” Is all you say as you take in the new environment all around you. The place is a little shady, with suspicious characters slinking away at every turn and dark, hooded men crouching behind corners. But with one glance from Jongho and they scatter, clearly intimidated by the way his fingers inch for the handle of his cutlass.

You remember what Yunho had told you about Jongho just earlier this morning.

He’s a great fighter and he has strong protective instincts. You’re probably safer with him than in the sickbay.

“I’m not superstitious.” Jongho tries to defend himself, but sees the look on your face and sighs. “There’s something different about this fortune teller. I never believed magic existed till I met San-hyung… but this fortune teller has a similar aura I get from hyung.”

You immediately understand what he’s talking about. Your master has a pulse about him that you’ve always been able to feel, like the warmth emanating from the sun and a gentle pulse that draws people to him, a comforting softness.

You’ve never seen San use his ‘inner energy’, as he calls it, but the feeling you get from him is no lie.

“But why do you want me to come to a fortune teller, hyung?” Nerves and a deep sadness twist within you. “There’s no point in knowing what’s going to happen. If I can’t remember my past, what’s the point of looking at the future?”

Jongho then stops you in your tracks, placing his hands on your shoulders. His eyes are both gentle and earnest at the same time, searching yours and for a second you can’t look away.

“You may not have a past yet.” The grin on his face is wild, brimming with confidence. “But we sure as hell are going to be your future.”

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez fanfiction #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #w; fanfiction #w; ot8 #w; pirate king

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bluebird-in-a-cagedrawing · 3 years

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Nightmare AU part 11

(Amstran was left wondering in a long pink red hallway, could see strange symbols all over the place and a femele voice was heard.)

Unknown voice: Amstran the moon dancer don't be afraid! My name is Trisha the hour glass, i can help you fond what you are looking for.

Amstran the moon dancer: "We already have the key."

Trisha the hour glass: "Oh you naive pumpkin, there is more than a key, if you want to fight the evil force you will need to go to the Bookstore located in the middle of the Nightmare world."

Amstran the moon dancer:"Wait what? How...what we will find there?"

Trisha the hour glass:"I will be waiting for you!"

Donut:"Don't touch them, you witch! Amstran the moon dancer, please wake up!"

Feryoni the flower cat muse:" Enough you little worm, you have wasted our time, go back where you come from!"

Amstran the moon dancer:"Do not touch her, you witch! Donut get behind my back, i'm taking care of this problem! "

Le souris bonbon neige:"Don't forget about me! ICE! I've got you now, miss, give us the key!

Le souris bonbon neige:"I still can't figure it out why Amstran the moon dancer get all the attention and the ladies in the end!?"

Sky Coeur the detective:"Jealous too much little brother?"

Le souris bonbon neige:"Ha, me?! I'm more cute than Amstran the moon dancer plus i have the ice ability, what do you have?"

Amstran the moon dancer:"I have wonderful friends, Donut are you alright? How are you feeling? You sure are a brave little soul coming here all alone to save us!"

Sky Coeur the detective: "All this for an old antique red key? And the victims are still not found..."

Amstran the moon dancer:"Maybe Red the fortune teller can help us, she has visions, i manage to get a piece of pink petal type hair from Feryoni the flower cat muse, we can track them down!"

Donut belongs to @blogdeepdonutfatality

Part 1 till part 10 ->

Sorry for the hasty action... 😓 I have so much to tell... Lmao! Hope you enjoy it! 🙂

Donut and Amstran the moon dancer are not a couple!!!

#my ocs #nightmare au #Donut #Not my oc

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liveandlearn-kg · 3 years

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Live and Learn

Prologue - Act 2/3

Read on Archive of Our Own!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31463474/chapters/79061071#workskin

Previous Act: https://liveandlearn-kg.tumblr.com/post/652459405063995392/live-and-learn

Chapter Content Warnings: N/A

CHAPTER BELOW CUT:

Despite our initial impressions, the two of us thought we would eventually find something of note that would explain where we are or why we’re here. However, the more we explored, the more we realized just how vast the land was. Loop-de-loops to run across, log bridges to cross, beautiful waterfalls that painted over a baby blue sky, and platforms that were both grounded and floating in the sky. The grass that was striped with different shades of green seemed to go on and on, seemingly only stopped by checkerboard dirt walls that held the grass on top of it. To say the place was expansive would have been underestimating it, as the land before us seemed to loop forever.

“I wonder when this’ll end?” Tails wonders aloud, as we roamed the landscape. I couldn’t help but agree with his question silently, not having an answer.

The land felt fake, but real at the same time. We hadn’t known where we were, everything was just too unfamiliar.

It was only seconds later we heard a new, feminine voice come out from above us, “You might not wanna step there fox boy.” it says.

However, the warning was too late, as Tails took one step forward, before stopping where he was to look up towards wherever the voice came from. The ground beneath him began to shake, before giving out and crumbling into dust in seemingly one second. The fox cries out in surprise, scrambling for the edge as the dirt seemed to disappear into nothingness. I run over in panic and grab his hand, pulling him up to safe ground. He panted, holding onto my own hand in a vice grip as he caught his breath, only letting go when he seemingly composed himself again.

“Told ya’ so,” the voice comments, causing Tails and I to look up again. There, on a platform above us was a white bat sitting with her legs both crossed and hanging off it. She had a cat-like smirk on her face, before jumping down from her perch in front of us. “Look down there,” she states, pointing to where the pit was.

The two of us look back to where the platform was, and I couldn’t have been more thankful I had stepped in even more. “Oh.” I state, not finding the right words to say. Tails seemed to be in the same boat, shocked at what was once below him. There was a pit filled with sharp, iron spikes that seemed to be able to puncture anything.

“Yeahhh this place is loaded with death traps like that, you might wanna watch your step.” the bat says as though this was a casual thing. She puts a hand on her hip, “Anyways,” she starts, putting emphasis on the n, “Hi strangers, I’m gonna assume you don’t happen to know where we are?” she asks.

As he hid his second tail around the first one, Tails shook his head, “Sorry.”

She shrugs, “Eh, it was worth a shot. So beside that, I’m just gonna assume you’re Ultimates like everyone else.”

That got an eyebrow raise from me, “So there’s more of us here?”

“Yep” she confirmed, popping the p as she glanced at her surroundings, before turning her head back to us. “What’re your guys’ names?”

I started first, pointing towards myself with a proud thumb, “They call me Sonic the Hedgehog! But Blue Blur, and Fastest Thing Alive are common nicknames for myself if you prefer those. I’m what the news refers to as the Ultimate Trackstar.” I brag.

Tails leads off of me, “And I’m the Ultimate Mechanic. My nickname is Tails.”

The bat nods, “Ah, I see who’s the more modest of you two,” she snarks, “After those two tails of yours right?” Tails looks surprised, before giving a sort of dejected look. She adds on, “Yeah you don’t do a good job of hiding them. But relax, they’re pretty neat. Just don’t try hiding them anymore, it looks silly when you do.”

“Oh… Okay…” Tails simply replies, folding his hears while looking embarrassed.

“Now, with that out of the way,” the bat starts, “You can call me Rouge the Bat. Like you two, I’m an Ultimate, the Ultimate Phantom Thief to be precise,” she states casually with a mischievous smirk.

“A PHANTOM THIEF?!” I cry in surprise.

Tails seemed to be taken aback by her response too, “Rouge the Bat?! As in THE person behind the heist of the Illusion Sapphire?!” Illusion Sapphire?

Rouge merely smirks, “The one and only,” she replies with a wink in our direction. I begin to scold myself internally for not being familiar with all these accomplishments or faces, just a consequence of deciding to not familiarize myself with the daily news.

“What’s a thief like yourself doing here?” I ask, trying to push aside the fact that I didn’t know this… accomplishment of hers, raising an eyebrow at her.

Rouge waves me off with a single hand with pursed lips, “Relax kid, it’s not like I steal from anyone. Besides if I had an answer I’d tell you, but like everyone else I can’t tell ya a single thing I know. I was just inspecting my jewel collection and then suddenly I fainted and I woke up here,” she explains, putting a hand on her hip and looking off to the side. “Just like you guys, am I right?”

I slowly nod, “Yes…? How did you know?” I could tell my eyebrow wasn’t going down anytime soon, as her behavior made me question her more and more.

The bat shrugs, “It’s the common trend. You two haven’t met anyone else here besides yourselves, so it makes sense you wouldn’t know. Everyone else has recounted similar experiences. They just have different beginnings, so I’m just assuming its nearly the same for everyone.”

Tails nods, “I see…” he trails off, looking to the side. He appeared to be thinking deeply about something. Both Rouge and I raised an eyebrow, but we didn’t say a thing.

I look towards Rouge, thinking back to her ultimate. “So you really are a great thief, huh?”

She nods, “You’d be surprised at just what kinda security I can weave through to get what I want. Luckily for you, it’s something I could never catch you all with. I’m only after jewels, so you don’t have to worry about anything. Unless you have one…” she explains, giving a mischievous smirk with her eyes sparkling at the mere thought of gems.

I cringe, “Nah, it’s not that I’m worried about being stolen from, it’s just the morality of it.”

She shrugs, “Suit yourself.”

“Anyways, you all should follow me. I’ve been scouting this place for other people before taking them back to this one spot. Everyone else should be there.” Rouge explains, motioning back behind her.

Tails looks in the direction she pointed towards, “So there are more people here besides us?” he asks, making a curious expression.

She nods, “Yeah, including us there’s 18 people in total so far, and given a trend I assume you’re the last of them.”

“What trend?” I ask.

Rouge just jumps in the air, flapping her wings and taking flight, “Follow with me and find out!” she yelled, causing Tails and I to look between us. I just gave him a shrug. She began to fly towards the direction she motioned towards. We took off in a run to follow her closely, being lead to where everyone else was, hopefully.

It took a while, after being suffocated in nothing but an ocean of green and brown. After a while though, we were greeted with a new splash of color, a splash of many colors actually. We met so many different faces of many different shapes.

“I have two more!” Rouge called, waving the group over. Everyone turned towards us, taking a look to see who it was. Rouge flew down and landed next to the group, “If everyone here is an Ultimate in the news then, they should be the last ones.”

“Everyone’s an Ultimate?” I asked, walking up to everyone else.

“Yeah, and if there’s eighteen known Ultimates then we’re probably the only eighteen people here,” explains a pink hedgehog. I nod, making a mental note about the number of ultimates. I admittedly didn’t knowing just how many there were, just that there were a lot. I look over a Tails who was by my side, making a nod that seemed to indicate whatever he was thinking about was confirmed.

Suddenly a little rabbit in an orange dress weaved out of the crowd, pulling a large purple cat in a belt by the hand. They ran up to Tails and me with hope in their eyes, “Um! Excuse me!” she called in a soft voice, “Have you seen a chao with a red bow tie or a frog with a tail?” she asked. “They were with us when we fainted and they never leave our side, but we haven’t seen them here. So we’re really worried…”

Tails frowns and scratches his head, “I’m sorry, but we haven’t seen anything like them since we woke up here. Just Rouge and you guys.”

The rabbit and cat share a dejected look, “Ah… okay…” the rabbit simply stated with a sigh.

“Froggy…” the cat mutters,

The pink hedgehog runs up to the two with a sympathetic look on her face, “Hey it’s okay, if anything it just means they’re probably away from here. When we get out we’ll go looking where you fainted, I’m sure they’re just as worried as you are,” she reassured with a gentle voice. The rabbit and cat merely nod. She then turned to us with a hand outstretched, “Hey, we haven’t introduced ourselves yet. I am Amy Rose, the Ultimate Fortune Teller. I assume you two are Sonic the Hedgehog and Miles Prower, the Ultimate Track Star and Ultimate Mechanic respectively.”

I look at Tails who was wearing a flustered look on his place, “Your name is Miles Prower?”

He began to knead his second tail and look off to the side, “Y-yeah. It’s embarrassing, I know. Miles Per Hour and all that haha... “ he explained, trying to give his best grin despite his obvious embarrassment.

I shake my head, “Yeah I can see why you would prefer a nickname over that,” I simply state, “Would you prefer me to still call you Tails?” I ask. Tails just nods as a sign of affirmation, not saying a word. I then turn to Amy, who had a questioning look on her face, “Anyways, yeah that’s us. But Miles prefers Tails over his actual name.”

Amy nods, giving Tails a thumbs up, “Tails, gotcha. I’m sure everyone else is willing to call you that, I don’t see why people wouldn’t be willing to,” she says. She looks back over at the crowd, who don’t voice any objections. She then turns back to the rabbit and the cat, “Why don’t we all introduce ourselves to them individually, to familiarize ourselves with each other, before we discuss the situation at hand. Let’s start with you two.”

The rabbit nodded with an “Mhm!” She slapped her cheeks with both her hands gently twice, before introducing herself, “Hello Mr. Sonic, Mr. Tails, my name is Cream the Rabbit, I’m the Ultimate Pet Sitter,” she said with a gentle voice, bowing her head. “It’s nice to meet you!”

The cat then continued off of her, “And I am Big the Cat. I am the Ultimate Fisherman.” He looked at us with an almost dead look in his eyes, but that didn’t really bother me. He seemed nice enough for the most part.

After Big was a silver hedgehog with sparkling, excited eyes. He waved excitedly, “Me next! My name is Silver the Hedgehog! They call me the Ultimate Psychic! It’s nice to meet you two.”

Another purple cat in a purple dress with a ponytail then followed up on him, noticeably more aloof than him, “My name is Blaze the Cat. Despite the inaccuracy of the title I’ve been assigned, I am what the public calls the Ultimate Pyrotechnician.”

We looked over towards Rouge, who was now next to a black and red hedgehog who had his arms crossed, and the big robot who seemed to constantly be glaring at us. She noticed the two of us were looking in her direction, as she then elbowed the hedgehog gently, “C’mon Shadow, introduce yourself,” she nudged slightly.

The hedgehog, who I assumed to be named Shadow, grunted. He looked up at the two of us, “The names’ Shadow the Hedgehog, and I am the Ultimate Life Form.” My eyes widened a bit, given how I was within the vicinity of THE Ultimate Life Form. I had only heard about him through word of mouth, and he seemed more like an idea than an actual person. But… here he is! It’s surprising to even here an Ultimate Life Form even exists.

The robot then went after Shadow, stating his name and title.. well, robotically. “I AM E-123 OMEGA, THE ULTIMATE MACHINE, AND THE ULTIMATE E-SERIES ROBOT.” I look over at Tails, who seemed to be a bit nervous at the sight of Omega, but I figured I’d ask him later when we weren’t in the middle of something else. Like now.

A red wolf then waved in our direction shyly with a hand behind his back. He had a large pair of red glasses resting on his muzzle and a utility belt of sorts placed across his chest. “Hi, I’m Gadget the Wolf. You can call me Gadget though. I’m the Ultimate Gunman, but I don’t actually shoot people so don’t worry. I just do sports, think of the shooting events from the Olympics,” he explained almost frantically.

A red armadillo then raised his hand above the crowd, making himself known to us. “We’ll go next!” He announced. He had a friendly and warm smile, obviously attempting to maintain a non-threatening appearance. Close by his side was a yellow flying squirrel wearing a baby blue scarf and a pair of goggles in the same shade. He was noticeably more excitable just by a quick look, wearing a big, unapologetic grin. “The name’s Mighty the Armadillo, and the news calls me the Ultimate Wayfarer. Hope we can be friends!”

The squirrel next to him nodded, “Yeah, what he said!” he continued, before before going off on his own introduction. “Ray the Flying Squirrel, you can call me Ray. I’m the Ultimate Navigator AND Mighty’s partner.”

Tails nodded, giving a slight chuckle, “Well, you do seem to be very close from what the news would say about you two.” The squirrel nodded eagerly, with Mighty giving a light chuckle at his friend.

A green hawk grunted, letting out an “ahem”, making himself known and drawing all eyes onto him. He had a prideful look on his face that was near sly. If I had to say anything from first glance, it was that he probably thought he was the most important thing in the world. “The name’s Jet the Hawk. I’m the Ultimate Racer, a title which I officially won at the World Grand Prix.” He announced with a smug grin as he cracked his knuckles, “And if I had to guess, I’m the only one here with an official title.”

As much as I wanted to challenge that, the rest of us just kinda ignored him, as a strange group of three just moved on from Jet’s bragging. The hawk let out a sound of surprise at the rest of us just kinda said ‘cool.’ A crocodile pointed at himself with pride beaming from him, “I’m Vector the Crocodile, the Ultimate Detective-“

A purple chameleon led off of him, posing by raising two fingers to his face and looking down. “I am Espio the Chameleon, Ultimate Ninja-“

A bee then flew up behind the three, pumping an excited fist up, “AND I’M CHARMY BEE! ULTIMATE ASSISTANT!”

The three then posed in unison, with the three of them quickly lining up uniformly. Vector raised an “ok” sign of sorts with a wink, with Charmy jumping onto his shoulder with a thumbs up, and Espio leaned up onto the crocodile, crossing his arms. “The three of us make up the Chaotix! We leave no case unsolved, so long as you pay the right price,” Vector stated.

I couldn’t help but hold a giggle back. There was an air of chaotic silliness to them, not helped by the wacky personalities emanating from them after just a mere introduction. I could tell I wasn’t the only one who wanted to laugh, given the hawk’s wide eyes and shut beak. Tails nudged me in the shoulder, telling me everything he wanted to say. I immediately attempted to compose myself, and it worked for the most part, but I still couldn’t help but let out a small huff of laughter.

There was one last person among the crowd who I had yet to pin a name too. Tails and I looked over at a red echidna with purple eyes, who had an aloof look to him. He noticed the two of us were looking at him with an expectant look, before nodding. “Knuckles the Echidna, Ultimate Treasure Hunter.” He stated simply, giving everything we really needed to know.

I made a mental note of all names and talents, figuring they’d be useful for later down the line. If not to talk with them, at least for conversation starters to look like I made an active choice to keep up with whatever the public was raving about nowadays. It wasn’t as though I had a dislike for it, far from it, I just wasn’t interested in it for the most part. I just wanted to do my thing, ya know?

Amy nodded, before turning back to us. “Well, that’s all of us. Eighteen Ultimates, eighteen people. Now…” she said, tapping her chin as she lowered her glance into a thinking look, “Do you two have any chance of knowing where we are? Why we’re here?” She asked, looking back with a somewhat hopeful look in her eyes.

Tails shook his head, “Sorry, but no. In fact we were hoping you all would have some form knowledge of something like that.”

Amy gave Tails a regretful look, shaking her head. “Sorry, not even Vector knows a thing.”

Vector nodded, “She’s right. The only clue we have is our identities and what’s on us, but that’s about it. Everyone else gave their own testimonies, but they’re all similar. We all were doing our own thing before being knocked out, suddenly waking up in this weird field.”

“‘What’s on you’…?” Tails repeated with an inquiring voice.

“Those of us who had them on us at the time, such as Amy and Espio, woke up with weapons on them.” Knuckles answered as though it was a matter of a fact, “You wouldn’t happen to have any on you two, would you?” the echidna asked.

The orange fox then waved his hands frantically, “No no not at all!” He answered, before then looking to the side, “That is concerning though… why would we wake up with weapons on us…?” He whispered to himself.

Jet snorted, “You’re telling me. We all black out n’ then wake up in this new place with death traps littered all over, some of us having weapons too! It’s as though this place was made to kill us.” A couple let out noises of agreement, and I couldn’t help but follow them.

I tsked, muttering a ‘damn’. To myself. But then a lightbulb went off in my head, “But this is an open field, right?” I asked.

Mighty confirmed my question, “As far as we know, yeah.”

“Well couldn’t I just run to find the nearest town to figure out where we are? I could probably find info and get us outta here quickly!” I explained. Wow Sonic, why hadn’t you thought about this sooner! I made my mark, raising one leg, ready to take off-

“That’s not gonna work.” A raspy voice interrupted, I look up to who made themself known, seeing it come from a certain black and red hedgehog. “I already tried that, but the place loops.” He stated as a matter of fact.

I shrug, I didn’t believe him for a second. “How could it loop? The place has to end at some point.”

Silver then interjected, “Yeah, it shouldn't be possible. I think Sonic should try it out, it wouldn’t take very long.”

Shadow didn’t argue with that, placing a hand on his hip, “You’re asking the wrong guy, I don’t know how it’s possible, but that’s how it is. You can try running in a straight line if you want, but it’ll give you the same results as it did me.”

I took him up on his offer, “You don’t have to ask me twice!” I started, before taking off with a streak of blue and the wind following close by.

I felt the wind blow through my quills as I ran as fast as I felt, knowing the world around me would be a blur no matter how fast I ran. However, the more I ran, the brown and green would continue. And despite the blurred look around me, I could swear some locations felt as though I had seen them earlier before. All before I was met with a familiar crowd of colors and faces. I pressed my foot roughly on the ground, coming to a screeching halt.

“Holy shit he’s right.” I simply state with wide eyes. “I ran straight, I swear I made no turns, and yet I ended back here.” The crowd gasped.

Shadow just gave me a look that simply just told me, ‘told ya so’, with as much of a gloomy look you could have with that expression.

Cream let out a cry of terror, “D-does this mean we’re trapped?” She asked with a shaky voice. A twinge of fear ran down my spine, as it suddenly hit me what Jet pointed out earlier. What he said couldn’t have been true, absolutely not.

Amy quickly came to the rabbit’s side, getting on her knees, “No, we’ll be out of here eventually,” she comforted, to the best of her abilities anyways.

“Well how would we?” called out Jet with a hint of annoyance paired with panic in his voice, “cuz as far as I’m aware, we’re stuck here with a bunch of death traps and weapons!”

Mighty inched closer to Ray, with a protective look on his face, and Tails’ tails stiffened. Amy furrowed her expression, and was about to disprove him, but the squirrel interjected before the pink hedgehog could say a thing. “But that can't be true! What kind of person would do such a thing?”

Rouge, on the other hand, sides with the green hawk. “Hate to agree with Jet, but he’s right. It’s almost as if the only way to escape from this place is through death.”

“Well there has to be some other way out!” yelled Gadget. “We’re stuck in a looping plane but SOMEONE has to know where we are!”

“But you guys said we are the only Ultimates, so we have to be the only people here!” pointed out Knuckles, who was now wearing a more worked up look on his voice.

“THE ECHIDNA WOULD BE CORRECT. ALL SEVENTEEN ORGANIC LIFE FORMS DETECTED WITHIN THE VICINITY ARE PRESENT.” confirmed Omega.

“Well then why are we here?” asked Espio, “Someone obviously brought us to this place so someone has to know.”

“Well I have a lot to say to the person who brought us here…” announced Knuckles, who was now riled up.

“But-“ Charmy started, before he was interrupted suddenly by a new voice that rang out from seemingly nowhere.

“And we are here to answer that!” it said, causing me to go into a sort of defensive position as I wildly looked for a source by moving only my head. My gloves were clenched and my knees were bent. And I could tell others were alert too, as this voice only added to the widespread fear between us all.

A stage seemed to grow from the ground, manifesting from seemingly nowhere and nothing. It was made of wood, and had a set of beams standing up from the sides, carrying yet another beam on top that carried a red curtain. Our entire group let out gasps of surprise rang out, with cries of “How?” and “How is that possible?” echoing among the crowd.

We weren’t able to revel in our disbelief though, as from the stage a little robot popped out with confetti and streamers surrounding it. Right as it was about to land, the robot began to float, refusing to make contact with the ground. I let out a hiss though, as I got an eyeful of what this robot was.

The thing was a stubby one, that’s for sure. It was painted black and white, one side lighter, the other darker. The way I’m describing it doesn’t seem so bad at first. But what if I told you it had two heads. One side an orb, and one side a cube. The orb was painted all black, and had glowing red eyes, whereas the cube was white, and had cyan eyes that would glow just like the orb’s. Sure it isn’t horrifying, but it’s the least bit creepy.

I could tell others agreed with me too, as Cream let out a yell of surprise and looked away, as Mighty simply noted under his breath, “Well isn’t that creepy.” Tails’ ears seemed to stretch slightly as they stood up high, and even Shadow had wide eyes.

The orb started first, “Welcome to Green Hill Zone!”

“I am Orbot-“

“-and I’m Cubot!”

“And together we make Monobot! We’ll be your host for the game!”

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CRYING IN THE (WINTER)CLUB

Before starting the ID I want to say there are some OC characters in this, and I’ve described their general appearance in this google doc for ref!

[ ID: Wide front view colored art drawn traditionally and colored digitally. Every character is in fullbody except Dr Habit whos drawn till above legs. In the scene many people are gathered out in the winter snow at a backyard. Snow falls everywhere. Overall pic is light blue toned. There is slight pale vignette around it.

Dr.Habit is looking away and wiping a tear, smiling. In the artists interpretation he has yellow fur, pink hair, stitches on hands, deep red nails.He wears long brown fur coat, big white knitted scarf, black fingerless gloves, black fur ushanka with orange fruits and green leaves design. Wears hair in a long plait. A dark grey maine coon leans into him.

Putunia is laying down, hands on cheeks making a ''ooo'' face in anticipation and glee. In the artists interpretation she has long dark brown curly hair. She wears a purple petunia shaped dress, blue pants, short brim straw hat with fake purple flowers, thick yellow socks. Wears hair in big pigtails tied with pink bobble ties. She is looking at Lil Habby( the puppet) holding a fire gun to a melting chocolate bar, melting into a cup for making a drink. He wears the usual with a pink flower in hair. He has long thin simple shadow arms and legs here.

Marigold is sitting idle on the grass, looks curiously at snow on his petal hair, maybe even irritated. Near him on a pink cushy sofa with green highlights and little yellow flower designs sits Rose playing his flute eyes closed and legs kicking casually. In this picture his hair is longer. His hair tie rests on a sofa arm.

Behind him the Carlas are making a Snow Carla. Fortune Teller Carla is smiling and keeping a camellia on the snow figure. A red sleeveless dress and red gloves are drawn on her, wears hair in double buns with sparkling grey flower bands encircling buns, green eyeshadow. Another Carla laughs heartily, adding more snow. A green buttoned dress with yellow ''fluff'' and striped brown cap with same fluff is drawn on her. The third Carla's face is away from viewer, she too is adding snow. A blue dress like Elsa's icy dress and a purple flower crown is drawn on her, though the cape is actually worn. The Snow Carla has one swirly eye dug in, a button eye with leaf lashes and branch eyebrow, carrot nose, red wax lips stuck on. From the camellia tree behind the red-clothed one, a pair of green cat eyes with thick brown brows stare.

Farther away on the other side Kamal is walking in, holding a half eaten pitha in hand while approaching. He holds a bag with a box saying ''To Kamal, with love''. In the artists interpretation his face is acne scarred. He wears a blue-black sweater, purple scarf, blue pants, brown winter shoes with white fluff at the top, one gold earring, frog shape chew necklace, hair is in a bun.

At the center Trevor is reaching up with a stool and fiddling with a giant vibrating hot chocolate machine. He wears his usual coat with added blue jeans, red scarf with yellow and black stripes, leopard print heels, green goggles, mask for mouth, silver ear piercings. Hair is in a mullet and nails are sharp and black. The machine has a funnel streaming black smoke, and many bright devices on it. In the center of it is a radioactive symbol. On one side to its bottom is a part reading ''DEVIL MODE'' in allcaps with fire graphics, a big red button in a glass case is above it with a note that reads ''Never(underlined) touch'', stuck with a smiley face pin. There is a mounted fish figurine on one handle. The hot chocolate is fizzling over the brim.

Behind him a long table laiden with food is seen. There are swirl designs on the wood's sides. There are red and green apples, borscht, three colored drinks, yorsh, glintvein , 3 tier chocolate cake, shchi, cut open peaches, cut round bread, bowl with sweet bread cakes, three small buns, full breasted chicken in aluminium foil. Lily is looking over the table edge, grinning with the aim of stealing the cake.

There are plants around, a winter garden. In some places a green color overtakes the snow with grass growing. All over the yellow fence, to the left side, are huge clumps of winter jasmine.

To the horizon trees in blue-green shades with snow coverings are seen, closer and then farther and farther away. In that distance the silhouettes of Jimothan smiling and waving to Trencil, while dragging Parsley through the snow behind him are seen. Trencil stands and smiles, a little of his towering purple castle with red highlights, many turrets, visible.

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yisssss MFERS I made a winter piece before winter was FUCKING OVER sobsob

heres my yearly tribute to the season of nosebleeds cracked lips and flies aND SNOW!!!!!!!!(NOT WHERE I LIVE ;W;)

Also my birthdays really soon. Like next week soon

Ermmm ahffjd to talk a little about what I drew...hmmhfhg...well idk if the perspective( god i tried) makes this look different so ill just throw it out there thats Habits not looking at my sonaJDJVNJ hes looking away and crying due to found family feelings. Carlas doing some gay shit. Pabit+Putunia about to start a small localized natural disaster. I mean how else do u make hot choco without setting chocolate on fire tbh. Hotted chocolate. aNd YeS mY fAmIlY SeLf iNsErTs ArE ThErE tOo >:3. The machine will explode tommorow but its OK. They can make bath bombs from the carnage. Hrhggh I had a different idea but then my sis changed my HC so Im just gonna say Habit built it but with Trevors help hence the flashiness nd DEVIL MODE. Now that ive watched hlvrai i cant stop dropping references this series is so quotable . Sawww those guys in the back? Honestly Trencils probably a winter person with the low light, fog and blocked sun.

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EDIT: WELL MY BIRTHDAY GOT OVER AND JANUARY ALMOST TOO DAMN..GETTING OVER MY HEAPING ANXIETY AND POSTING

I dont Expect a lot of notes or anything but I suppose its alright, one of the important things to me is just archiving my art somewhere.

I know the IDs long but I’d recommend reading through if u also wanna like know the specifics of what I drew, OVER 15 PLANTS I THINK I’d be flattered,

If you reblog with tags i’ll be happy though!!

[ID: The same drawing but with no editing- no vignette, snow overlay, blue overtone or color correction. end ID]

EDIT: Shortened the rlly long ID, but if someone wants to know the plants i drew under ‘winter garden’; The flowers and plants visible at front are virginia rose, red chokeberry, snowdrops, a single frost covered rose, piers japonica in pots. To the middle inkberry, more snowdrops, colored hellebores patch, glory of snow, black hellebores patch, pansies, cyclamens, yellow aconite, some more snowdrops. A little farther are two winterberry plants, a camellia tree, witch hazel, english primroses, staghorn sumac.

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Diamond

Day 29 of Ikemektober!

Holy cats, I didn’t think I would write this much this month! For this prompt, I chose Mitsunari. This is a longer story at Approx. 2800 words, and it’s a bit scary - because it’s almost Halloween ^_^

“Mitsunari - it’s beautiful!” His beloved squealed as he draped the bracelet over her wrist.

It was a strange piece of jewelry. Western in design, with a gold chain and a flower charm. The trader called the stone a diamond - colorless, but cut in such a way that it caught the light. The merchant had been eager to be rid of it, perhaps because such colorless stones were worth so little. But it was very pretty - perfect for his flower.

“I hope it makes up for forgetting . . .” Mitsunari trailed off. He felt terrible about it. Forgetting their anniversary - even after writing it down.

She threw her arms around him and kissed his cheek. “Nothing to make up for, Mitsu. I forgot too! And you were so busy with reviewing the supply lines, which is way more important.”

Mitsunari took hold of her chin with his thumb and forefinger. “No. There is nothing more important to me than you.” She opened her mouth to argue, but this was one strategy Mitsu knew was super-effective. The kiss. He captured her lips with his and made sure she was too thoroughly kissed to say another word.

When he finally pulled back, she was pink-cheeked and breathless. “Oh. That - that was nice.”

He loved the way she looked at him in moments like this. As if she saw only him. It made him want to do more than kiss her. But no sooner had he thought it than they were interrupted.

“My lord? There’s a messenger here from Nobunaga?” The servant stood at the door, eyes averted.

“It’s alright. I have errands to run today - you should do your work.” His beloved stood and straightened her clothes.

Mitsunari sighed. “I wanted to celebrate with you today.”

“We still can - later.” She blew him a kiss, and he caught it. It was a silly game between them, but Mitsunari enjoyed it. He enjoyed everything about her.

The charm on her bracelet caught the light, and for just a moment, it looked as if there was a shape in the glittering facets. A face? He rubbed his eyes, and then it was gone. “Yes - later, my love. I will take you to your favorite teahouse. Will that be alright?”

“I can’t wait.” She smiled and left him to his day. He watched her walk out, his eyes tracking the sparkling charm. It seemed normal now. How strange.

By that afternoon, he’d forgotten about the face in the light and could only think about how excited he was to see his love. But she wasn’t in the castle, or in his manor. In fact, she’d not been there since the morning.

It was strange that she hadn’t left him word, but Mitsunari thought she might still be in town, shopping and delivering messages. He hadn’t specified a time, so really it was his fault. He decided to go to town after her, but he did leave a note in his study in case she made it back before he found her.

The Azuchi markets were bustling with activity. Merchants, traders, visitors from other provinces. Mitsunari found the chaos appealing - a bit like a problem in need of a solution. He couldn’t help but think of strategies for flow and organization as he walked.

His feet took him in the direction of the fabric sellers. Purveyors of thread, bundles of silk, linen, and beaten flax. This was the place his love always went to - even when she wasn’t in need of anything. She liked to look. And indeed - he spotted her.

She stood near a rack of brilliant yellow and blue fabric, the afternoon sun warm on her skin. She lifted her arm to point something out, and the bracelet he’d given her caught the light. The charm glistened, spinning the glow around it into brilliant, fractured beams. In the brilliance, as if peering from some depth of radiance, there was a face again. A woman’s face.

Mitsunari rubbed his eyes, blinking, but the face remained. And it smiled. It was an unsettling expression, sharp.

Then his love’s arm lowered and the image disappeared. She saw Mitsunari in the crowd and smiled at him.

He sped to her side, feeling a sudden need to touch her. To make sure she was alright. He hugged her tightly and kissed her on the lips.

“M-mitsunari! We’re in public!”

“Is that not ok? I am sorry - I was just so happy to see you.”

She blushed. “I’m glad to see you too.”

The merchant she’d been talking to chuckled. “It’s alright, lady chatelaine. I was young once too.”

This only made her blush deepen.

“Is there something here you want to get today?” Mitsunari motioned to the fabric on display, happy to get her whatever she liked.

“Not yet. But I have some ideas. I’ll have to come back with some sketches tomorrow.” She smiled at the merchant.

He bowed. “I look forward to your visit, princess.”

Mitsunari guided her away from the stall. “Are you hungry now? Should we go out for tea? Or - something else?” He wasn’t sure what was appropriate. Being in love had completely different strategies from war, and he felt uncertain about how to best approach it.

She laughed and took his arm. “I would love to visit the teahouse. Let’s go to that new one - I heard they have a plum dish that is amazing.”

They held hands for a few steps when without warning, she yelped and pulled her hand away.

“What is it?” Mitsunari reached for her hand but she held it up, displaying her wrist. On it, a small petal shaped wound blossomed. Blood seeped from the oddly shaped cut.

“I - I guess the bracelet caught me. It doesn’t hurt much now. I was just surprised.”

Mitsunari frowned. “Should we go back to the castle? I’m sure Ieyasu would look at it. Just to make sure it’s ok.”

She smiled. “It’s just a little cut. No big deal. Let’s go have a nice time together today, ok?”

He couldn’t say no to that smile.

At the teahouse, they ordered the plum dessert and a few other treats. The food was good - it reminded Mitsunari of all the times she pulled him from his studies to eat.

“No matter how good the food is here, nothing is better than the meals you make for me,” he told her.

“Awww, don’t look at me like that - I’ll melt.”

The two shared a look that was almost as passionate as a kiss.

“I think we should head back to the castle,” Mitsunari said hoarsely. He wanted her to look at him like that alone. When he could show her all the ways he learned to love her.

“Mmm, yes.” She licked her lower lip, a habit she had when she was excited and thinking of naughty things.

Mitsunari stood and held his hand out to her. She took it and began to stand up but her legs buckled.

“I - I don’t know,” she started to say but her lips went slack and her eyes rolled back in her head.

Mitsunari laid her gently down, checking her pulse and breath. One was rapid, the other, shallow. He patted her cheek lightly, but she didn’t wake or make a sound.

Worried, the teahouse owner rushed out to check on them. Mitsunari was so distraught that for a moment, he had no idea what to say. But he found his voice in the cold, distant place he planned from. This was a kind of war too. One that needed his strategy. “Go to the castle. Let them know the chatelaine has fallen sick,” he told the man.

People rushed past him, as if he and his love were a stone in the river. Eddies of activity surrounded them, but they were separate. A silent space, where only the rise and fall of her chest mattered. Mitsunari checked her for injury, but other than the small cut on her wrist, there was nothing.

He lifted her arm to check it, and the diamond flower caught the light of the candle on their table. For the briefest moment, a laughing face shone out at him from the facets. But it was gone so quickly, he could not convince himself anything was there. Still, he tried to unlatch the bracelet from her wrist.

It would not come undone. And it would not slide over her hand. He grabbed the delicate chain and pulled, but it held.

“What are you doing,” Ieyasu hissed from the doorway.

The blond warlord and scholar hurried forward, pulling the chatelaine’s hand from his grip. “I hope that’s not how you check a pulse, Mitsunari. I know you have fluff for brains but surely . . .” he trailed off, concern clear in his eyes.

“I was trying to take off the bracelet.” Mitsunari gestured toward the charm, unsure how to explain his unease.

“Well, how about you do something useful? You can tell that panicked fool at the door to fetch cool water.” Ieyasu began loosening the chatelaine’s clothes.

Mitsunari nodded. He would do anything if it meant she would be alright. He summoned the teahouse owner and brought the requested items.

Ieyasu was frowning as he soaked a cloth and rubbed the skin of her chest with the water.

“Will she be alright?”

“Do I look like a fortune teller?” Ieyasu’s scowl deepened. “I can’t find any obvious sign of illness. There is only that raised mark on her arm.”

Mitsunari looked at the petal shaped incision. It was raised now, and red. Hot to the touch.

“I want to get her back to the keep -”

“I asked some passing guards to fetch a palanquin. I thought it might be better to see to her at my manor.” Mitsunari brushed his love’s hair back from her face.

Ieyasu grunted, which was as good as a yes.

The charm bracelet caught Mitsunari’s eye again. He could not help but feel it was somehow to blame. “I will meet you back at Azuchi,” he said after a tense silence between them. “I have an idea.”

“Maybe you should share that with -” Ieyasu stopped as he realized Mitsunari was already leaving. “Fine. Don’t tell her doctor anything.” He looked down at the unconscious chatelaine. “I will take care of you,” he told her. And with no one looking, placed a small kiss on her forehead.

Mitsunari didn’t see any of that. In fact, he hadn’t even heard Ieyasu’s question. He was focused. Focused on a solution, or the beginnings of one. He made his way to the docks, where the trade ships were at anchor. The Portuguese trader’s boat was still in port. Better yet, he could see the man he’d bought the bracelet from, sitting on a stool at the wharf. Likely on guard for the evening.

“You -” Mitsunari called out as he got close. “Do you remember me?”

The trader stood up, puffing out his chest. “Look, friend. All sales are final. FINAL. Or - were you looking to buy something else?” He looked like a bad combination of fear, hubris, and greed.

Mitsunari ignored this question. He grabbed the man by the collar and hoisted him into the air. “What was wrong with that bracelet?”

“Nothing! You said yourself - it’s beautiful.”

“What. Was. Wrong. With. That. Bracelet.” Mitsunari’s voice was soft and cold. People often forgot that even he was ruthless when a stratagem left him no other room to maneuver.

The trader struggled for a moment, his shirt beginning to tear. “Come on! Put me down! Th-there’s nothing wrong with it. Not really.”

Mitsunari gave him a look that would have made Mitsuhide proud. “If you do not tell me what I need to know, I will begin shaving parts of you into the bay. To feed fish. I like fish. And they are always hungry.”

“Oh - okay! Please, don’t hurt me! I just, I needed some extra cash. And I thought it would be harmless. Really! I mean, what does a dead woman need with nice things?”

“A dead woman?” Mitsunari lowered the man to the dock but kept ahold of him.

“I - I found her at our last port of call. In a ditch. She - she looked like she drowned.” The man’s eyes were wide with fear now, the hubris and greed gone. “So, I took her jewelry and her clothes.” He swallowed. “H-how did you find out?”

“I didn’t.” Mitsunari’s eyes were cold. His anger was glacial. “Was there anything else special about that bracelet?”

The trader started to shake his head, and then stopped. “Ah, maybe? The charm - the flower? It was burnt into her wrist.”

Mitsunari nodded slowly, thinking. He let the man go and turned away. “Burn the rest of that dead woman’s things. If you have sold them, you best hope those people bring them back to you.”

“I - will. No one wanted the clothes anyway.” He took a step after the warlord. “You, you won’t put me in prison?”

“No. But if I see you here, trading again, I will kill you.” Mitsunari did not turn around to say this. He just kept walking. His mind turning over the information. He made his way back to Azuchi as he considered all he had learned. It was not much - a suspicion and a hint of superstition. Still.

Ieyasu was with the chatelaine. He had covered her torso in a poultice of pungent herbs. Sharp, astringent smells, like citrus. He was muttering to himself as Mitsunari entered the room.

“Did you learn anything useful?”

Mitsunari nodded. “Perhaps.” He knelt down and took her arm. The diamond charm shone menacingly in the lamplight. He tugged at the chain again.

“Here,” Ieyasu handed him a pair of bandage shears. “Just cut it off if it bothers you so much.”

He clamped the shears around the chain, but no matter how hard he tried to cut, the bracelet held.

Ieyasu frowned. “You need to get out of your office and train more. Give me that.” Then he tried, but the chain still held firm. After several tries, he sat back, staring balefully at it. “That is a strange metal. I think it damaged my shears.”

Mitsunari waved a hand dismissively. “It’s only gold. It should be easy to break. Yet.” He looked at the blonde haired warlord. “It is a dead woman’s jewelry.”

“You gave her a present from a dead lady?” Ieyasu’s voice was loud for the small space, and angry.

“Not intentionally. The trader said nothing about that when I bought it.” Mitsunari paused, thoughtful. “I am not a superstitious man. I do not believe much in curses. But I think . . . this once . . .” He trailed off, dissatisfied with this analysis but unable to think of anything better.

Ieyasu’s glare softened as he looked at the chatelaine. “I believe in curses. I have seen them destroy families. Villages.” He took the chatelaine’s hand. “Should we call for a priest then?”

“No - or not yet. I have an idea.” Mitsunari gathered a large bowl, paper and ink, and some incense. He filled the bowl with water and laid his love’s hand in it. Then he took the paper and wrote a prayer on it. Though he was no monk or priest, he knew the characters for peace and healing. For rest. Then he lit the incense and burned his prayer.

Ieyasu watched, his shoulders so tense that he could not sit and instead had to pace the room.

With that done, Mitsunari knelt again beside his love. He kissed her eyelids. Her skin felt cold and clammy. “Spirit,” he whispered. “If you let her go, I will make you a grave. I will return your stolen things.” He took a shaky breath, feeling half a fool for trying to bargain with something that may or may not be there. “I will remember you.”

“We will,” Ieyasu added, laying a hand on Mitsunari’s shoulder.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then a cold gasp of air came from the chatelaine’s lips. Mitsunari felt it touch his brow, leaving his skin there so cold that it burned. It was, he knew, a reminder to keep his promise. Then the clasp of the bracelet came undone and it fell to the bottom of the bowl of water.

Ieyasu took the bowl and bracelet away, promising to set it ‘someplace safe.’

Mitsunari held his love, waiting for her to wake. It didn’t take long. Her eyelids fluttered open, giving him a confused look much like the one she wore most mornings.

“Why do I smell like a lemonade?” She touched the poultice wrapped around her chest. “And - Mitsu! Why do you look like you might cry?”

He didn’t say anything, just pulled her more tightly to him and kissed her.

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Hii! Can i request match up?

• Tea Readings or Coffee Readings

1. I'm not picky when it comes to tea I'm willing to drink any type as song as it's without sugar.

2. My favourite animal is cat

3. Future

Tarot Card Matchups

Love Fortunes 🔮

1. I'm female she/her pronouns,

2. I'm 5'10, i have short brown hair in layered haircut, i have almond shaped semi hooded brown ayes, "Caucasian nose" [gotta thank my genes for that] and medium sized lips. I have plenty of ear piercings. I have beauty marks on both of my cheeks, tip of my nose and corner of my chin.

3. I'm fine with any gender

4. I'm 16 turning 17 in 16th August 💪

5. I adore confident and laid back people and i find Intelligence very attractive. My partner should be able to hold a proper conversation with me. They should be loyal and i know i could come of as insensitive sometimes so it'd be nice if they don't get offended easily. I don't mind my partner being shorter or taller than me. As long as they keep me entertained I'm fine with them.

6. Roses

7. Kisaki tetta and Mitsukuni Haninozuka[ i don't hate him but he looks like a child]

8. I don't mind villains

9. Tokyo revengers and Ouran High School Host Club

Yes of course! I was hoping I’d get a ouran high school host club matchup or another for Tokyo revengers. I ultimately went with someone from ouran high school host club. Also happy belated birthday to you! Sorry this took forever to write, I had to take a break from writing for a bit. Hope you like the matchup.

Fortune Teller Match Maker 🔮 Anime Matchups 💘

Ouran High School Host Club

Abella has you seated at her table near the center of her tent. Its round and covered in various items. She seats herself across you on a plush stool while you're seated on a stack of square shaped cushions. She clears the table by snapping her fingers. A pink cloud of smoke covers the table and disappears along with most of the items on the table.

Your brown eyes widened noting the pink tarot card deck and hot pink crystal ball at the center of the table. Abella decides to go through with your first request of a love fortune. She holds your hand, explaining how the reading is more accurate as she does so.

Once she closes her eyes you're shocked by the display in front of you. The hearts across her face light up and a huge rose symbol on the ground is glowing pink. The crystal ball lights up a cotton candy pink, it reminds you of the host club room.

"I see... I've found your true love. He show cases all of what you're looking for in a partner. He's confident and laid back. I see he is also remarkably intelligent. I also see he would be very loyal and one wouldn't know it by looking at him but he'd keep you entertained seeing as he is part of a host club."

Abella opens her eyes and she suggests looking at her crystal ball. An image of a male appears. He has dark short hair and glasses. His eyes are a grey and he looks quite sophisticated.

"His name is Kyoya Ootori. He goes to a private school and though he's a member from a host club, he is single."

You observe Kyoya with your semi-hooded eyes, wondering what he would be like. You're thankful he holds some important qualities you're looking for but wonder about his personality. Abella then removes her hand from your own and the crystal ball is no longer glowing as the hearts on her face are. The symbol on the ground is no where to be seen.

Abella grabs your attention by snapping her fingers. You realize she did so to make her crystal ball disappear. The pink cloud soon disappears. Abella has her pink tarot card deck displayed in front of you in a neat row. You notice the hearts on her face glowing again.

"First I'll have you choose two cards."

You do as she says, choosing two cards. Abella then shuffles the cards. Her pink tarot cards begin glowing after she closes her eyes and the rose symbol on the ground reappears. You notice rest of the cards floating out of her reach and they circle around you two individually. Your two cards are glowing, she pays no mind to all that transpired as she begins with your first tarot card by flipping it over with a pink polished nail.

The first card reveals a pink image of a person giving a short female a large center piece with a white flower, the background shows they're in a village. The person is smelling the flower before handing off the center piece.

"Six of cups, this card in love readings has several meanings. The sixes are associated with the heart, and since the six of cups as the element water represents love, emotions, and relationships, this is a very good card for true love, a heart connection. You and your partner are best friends, have an uncomplicated relationship, and share true affection. This love might not be intense, but it’s honest and real."

She gives you a moment to take in all her words. The next card she flips over is a male looking at three circular orbs with stars inside them. They seem to be inside a small statue with rams and a flower. The tree has five more of the orbs with stars inside them hanging off a tree next to the statue. The background shows a town in a far distance.

"Eight of pentacles is the name to this card. When the Eight of Pentacles is revealed in a love reading, it advises us that slow and steady wins the race. As advice, this card lets us know that simple routines are the best way to proceed."

You think carefully about her words, keeping these readings in mind. They seem to be helpful and a possible relationship with Kyoya is sounding nice but you wish to be cautious as he is still a stranger. Abella then asks you of your next request for her. You ask about tea readings causing her face to light up.

She immediately snaps her fingers, the pink cloud leaving behind a tea pot with heart prints and a pink tea cup with unfamiliar symbols on it. She asks what type of tea you'd like but you simply tell her to surprise you. She brings out a tin of raspberry rose hibiscus tea. It's loose petal tea and sure to relax you.

Abella gets the tea leaves ready in the tea pot. She begins her instructions your tea reading.

"Will my longing for true love be fulfilled in the near future?" You finally decide on this question in your thoughts.

She obverses remains of the tea leaves inside the cup. The aroma was very pleasant it smells of a raspberry and hibiscus, it's a pleasant brew to smell. She reveals an image of a cat. The tea leaves appear to be at the center of the cup. Your brown eyes look over the leaves at the cute image of the feline. Abella is also smiling, hoping you'll like her reading.

"This means you are honest about your feelings and opinions. Sometimes people are taken aback by what you say. In love this will be very good for you as honesty will lead to good communication. A good relationship is ahead of you because of this. However the cat is appearing in the middle of the teacup suggests you need to stop and think about things before you speak."

You process all Abella has told you. You think carefully before thanking her. The hearts across Abella's face is no longer glowing neither is the symbol on the ground. Everything is cleared off the table in the snap of a finger. She guides you to the center of her tent summoning the rose symbol on the ground again. At the center a portal is waiting for you. She asks you to enter it.

"Your true love will be awaiting you at the other side of the portal. Remember all I've told you and not to be too disheartened should it not work out. Love works in so many surprising and exciting ways. I wish you the best."

You thank her before leaving. You didn't feel any different as you entered the portal. The next moment after you blink, you realize you're outside Ouran Academy. It is huge and super regal looking. Your eyes wander around the campus, deciding to look around the area.

You eventually come across Kyoya who seems to be irritated. He is muttering Tamaki's name under his breath. You prefer not talking to him seeing as it appears he is in need of space. He was so distracted by his anger, he failed to notice the water fountain at his side. His long legs tripped since the fabric of his pants were caught by the corner.

You decide to help him out of his predicament by offering him a hand. He's thankful for it, accepting your hand. When he stood he notice's you're close to his height you must be near 5'10. It isn't often to see a tall female on the grounds of Ouran. His observant grey eyes notice you're not wearing a uniform.

"Thank you." He simply said.

"Are you okay? It looked like a rough landing."

"I should be fine. Your help is appreciated."

You clean his glasses after wiping it off with your shirt. Since Kyoya is in such a prestige academy none would do the same for him aside from his best friend or perhaps Haruhi since she doesn't care about her clothes. He wonders if you're middle class until you hold out his glasses for him.

"Unfortunately they're crooked but I'm sure it's an easy repair."

"Should be no problem I'll have it repaired. I'm fond of these glasses."

"They suit you." You hold out your arm for him so he can step out of the fountain without tripping again.

He thanks you with a kind smile and accepts your hand. He asks you if you attend Ouran but you promptly tell him what school you're from before introducing yourself.

"Pleasure to meet you. My name is Kyoya Ootori." He shakes your hand.

"Kyoya your bag.." You point to the fountain.

He scoops it up with a sigh, noting how all his belongings are soaked in water. He removes his school jacket, carrying it in his long arm. You ask if he'd like help since you remember a convenience store not being too far away. His glasses wouldn't stay on and you notice his vision mustn't be the best from how he is squinting.

He agrees seeing as his phone is longer usable due to water damage and he can't see very well. He follows you, walking alongside you as you both head to the nearest convenience store. During the walk you two have pleasant conversation. He could easily keep up with your intellectual conversations.

At the store you pick grab a towel and tell him the prices listed. Kyoya mentioned wanting to find a bag for his stuff since they're still soaked. You don't mind it much but you feel bad for him since it's obvious he had a rough day so far. He expressed gratitude for your help. He asks if you'd like to join him out to eat at a café. You agree but worry about his soaked outfit. He asks to barrow your phone so his servants can bring him a change of clothes.

After all his said and done you two go to a café together. You and Kyoya are eating. You're both discussing various topics and you noticed he wasn't offended easily. His observant eyes admired your short brunette locks and beauty marks. He thought you looked so beautiful as you spoke to him.

After eating you two walked around shops together holding hands. You had such a nice time with Kyoya. The more you two talked the more you enjoyed his presence. After you two left the mall after several trips to stores he promised you another date later during the week. He gave you his number and gives you a ride back at the shopping center near Ouran as you requested. You desired to thank Abella back at her tent. Before leaving his limousine he kissed your hand.

"Until next time I see you. I look forward to it."

You blush, mentioning how you also look forward to the next date with him. At the shopping center you quickly find Abella's tent. Upon entering she greets you asking how it went. You told her how you had a date with Kyoya. She is happy about the good news, expressing her happiness for you. She then goes to her planter to pick a flower to offer you.

"This is a gift for you. May your trials of love be filled with happiness."

You accept the gift, thanking her for everything before leaving. She waves expressing how your always welcomed back. The colorful rose symbolizes happiness and joy, they represent a joyous event in ones life. The meaning being your new found love with Kyoya.

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