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Alrighty! Because I hate myself I'm starting a full odds shiny run of Violet! Just got through the tutorial, now to go look for my first partner!

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         "Is tha' wha' folks here call it? Mana?" Gently, she begins tugging at her bangs in thought for a moment before giving a gentle tilt of her head. "--Do ya think mana exhaustion is a reason? I ain' gonna lie, I have been tired fer a while. . ."

" That is strange," he murmurs thoughtfully, holding his chin with a hand. " There are very few texts that reference magic users, but the few that do often mention that mana is the source of their abilities. Maybe that's why you're struggling! "

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         "--'m usually better at magic though. Like. . .I don' struggle this much any otha time."

" Don't talk like that. You're just new at this, so be gentle with yourself. "

OPEN

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I want Nic to make more friends with monster muses—

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Independent, low activity 𝓔𝓲𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭 of 𝓕𝓲𝓮𝓵𝓭𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓪 rp blog, excavated by Sy ( 26 ; he/they ). MINORS DNI. WIP.

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Ya girl is BORED out of her mind ya'll since mount farming fell through.

Pick for me? 🥺

Sto.ry of Seaso.ns: Trio of To.wns (?????????? no clue fam)

O.k.ami (finish platinuming it so ng+ now..)

Bal.durs Ga.te 3 (only if someone runs with me tho)

MHS2 (grind fest)

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          The man looked perplexed for a moment before gently taking the item. It was her 'notebook' she used. He gave a gentle laugh accompanied by the shake of his head. ". . .She's been frantically searching her room for hours. I wondered what she was looking for, and it was this."

          Stepping back, he makes room so Mori could step in. "Come come, you came all this way to return this? Would you like something to drink or snack on?"

Oh. Droplets begin to form on his forehead. Kyoya had directed him to this address, and very seldom was Kyoya wrong about people's personal information. His eyes flick to the number attached to the home, ensuring it matched the one passed to him. This must be it.

He shakes his head, holding up the important item, " Nicole.. she forgot this. "

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          The first noise Mori would have heard is an excited barking. Followed by a gentle ‘make room’. A small man opened the door, looking up at the student with a mix of confusion, yet welcoming all the same. “Hello! May I—”

          The pitbull excitedly bumped the man before retreating to his little designated space at the command of the man.

         “—Sorry, he thinks everyone is a new friend to come play with him. Now! How may I help you? Are you lost, young man?”

It was unusual for him to go anywhere after school, let alone to a commoners neighbourhood. He waves his driver away, seeing how much attention the regal vehicle was bringing. Now, he had no choice but to knock on the door before him.

Rap, rap.

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What color does your love feel like?

                              Soft Fresh Green

          Nice breeze, bare feet and freshly cut grass.

          Your love is a lighthearted hope for the future. It's protecting your eyes from the sun but enjoying the light rays still, it's laying on the grass and feeling it tickle your neck. You look to the side and they look back at you, full of hope and plans too. You plan together and laugh all day and your sunburn will feel like them.

                              Your love is delicate,                                                   hesitant.

          A well curated binder full of collages for a future you can't be sure will come, but you keep going, you keep planning, you keep squinting at the sun and smiling, and running your hands through the grass so it will smell better. You keep holding onto the bright sky even as the sunsets, even as the starry night stares back.

          But you keep on holding, you keep on dreaming, you close your eyes and feel the sun on your skin and convince yourself that the sunburn is good, it's something to hold on to, just makes it linger a bit longer.

          Your love is a lighthearted hope for the future. It's sweet and wonderful and it keeps love alive, makes the world a better place. You run your hands through the grass, clench your fingers tighter and keep making plans.

          And I can only thank you and hope I can learn to love like you someday.

Tagged by: Stole it from the dash Tagging: Steal it from me

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𝐲𝐞𝐬,  𝐛𝐞  𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  𝐦𝐞.  𝐦𝐲  𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭  𝐢𝐬  𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲.     an  independent,  private,  and  selective  blog  for  hitachiin,  hikaru  from  ouran  high  school  host  club  created  by  bisco  hatori.  depiction  is  canon  divergent  and  highly  inspired  by  headcanons.        [    manga  influenced,  anime  completely  ignored.    ]     mainly  portrayed  after  the  twins  fight  in  chapter  twenty-three.  activity  is  permanently  low.  adored  by  indigo.

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          There was too much sun to be outside without sunscreen. Mori takes a dalop, playfully placing it on the tip of her nose. " Time for another application," he says, before smoothing the serum over her cheeks with each thumb.

                                                  -- @morii-senpai

         “Eh?” Being outside like this wasn’t on her itinerary in any capacity. But when Mori had invited her, how could she say no? It’d. . .be good to be social. So when Mori approached, a playful side of him that she was beginning to grow accustomed to, she scrunches her nose as he applies the sunscreen.

          He rubs it in on her cheeks, and she finds herself pouting and instinctively puffing them up. She was fine! She didn’t need another one!

         “Hey! I have my hat an’ my jacket! Do I really need more sunscreen?” Despite the pout, she’s not stopping him.

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         “Thanks!” There’s a small, joyous little bit of pride at his compliment. Nicole likes to think she exercises common sense well enough. His question however, brought pause. With a small cant of her head to the side, she looks at him curiously. “Whaddaya mean? Cain’t youse go everywhere? An’ I don’t think I could go anywhere youse cain’t get to anyway.”

❛ YOU ALWAYS HAD A GOOD HEAD ON YOUR SHOULDERS. ❜ Alucard could say that the wisest soul could not surpass his enjoyment of seeing his niece in good condition. [ none would ever be foolish enough to hurt what he held dear. ] As he moved along, massive in size, having to duck down the doorframe, he continued. ❛ However, I do worry about your curiosity. Will it take you someplace I cannot follow? ❜

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         “Huh? I mean. . .if ya want it ta be. We can do tha’.” Nicole hadn’t anticipated actually making a bet like that. She was just offering just to offer. Although. . .if he wanted to actually buy her lunch, she had no intentions of losing. Maybe they can just get something quick and easy to walk around with. She doesn’t want to get anything pricy.

          Man, the more she thought about lunch, the hungrier she realized she was! Getting the match over with a lot sooner would benefit both of them. The anxiety he had caused her earlier burned a lot of energy now that she realizes it. So she decides to lock in and focus more on her combo attacks.

          Even if Ryuji managed to break out and get out of the corner, it was only a matter of time before she had him pinned in the other one.

          It definitely didn’t take much longer for the match to end. Ryuji wasn’t bad at the game at all! Just not fast enough to beat her just yet. Not a hint of fatigue or strain, and she turned to Ryuji, a little pridefully this time. “So! Where we goin’ fer lunch? I’ll admit, I am a little hungry.”

“Heh, gives the match some stakes then,” His accompanying chuckle was wry as he didn’t expect to come out of this match with a victory but it was nice of her to offer, nonetheless. “So, is this a sort of ‘loser buys lunch’ deal, then? ‘Cause I don’t mind doing that if you don’t mind grabbing some lunch after,”

The offer was phrased causally and nonchalantly, he wasn’t looking to railroad anyone into doing anything - his mindset being surprisingly calm and patient which was a contrast to how his playing style unfolded on the screen. He had a basic enough knowledge of a few combos here and there - nothing too extraordinary, but he wasn’t one of those chumps who’d find themselves immediately overwhelmed, their character unable to do anything just having to watch their character take hit after hit, without having any hope of striking back. Hell, there were times when he did manage to get a combo going but maintaining one had never been his strong suit, but he was still happy for every hit he got in, nevertheless.

Besides, for every hit he got in - she got in several of her own.

Now, he was the one pinned in the corner trying to do his best and maneuver his way out of it, for one unable to rely on the aggressive barrage he had leaned on moments before. Gritting his teeth only slightly, his hand grips the joystick tighter - not angered or deterred by the situation but rather, all the more determined.

“Damn…”

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         "...so you're limited in contact with the fairies of other seasons?" Azul's brows draw together and he tries to recall the mental map of Never Island he'd built during their trip. Pixie Hollow had been utterly charming and in its own way beautiful, but they'd not been able to go well beyond its borders.

          As someone who had been born in icy waters, the cold didn't bother him terribly much. But for Naira and her family among the Tree, he could understand how it would be a problem. Particularly with their wings being so delicate.

         "How are letters delivered then?" He asks, thoughtful and curious, peeling open an acorn's shell and offering it to her as the sun crept across the sky. "Are there mail-carrying talents or do you ask local animals to take them?"

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         "Jus' winter. Spring, summer, an' autumn can all visi' each otha freely." Naira remembers his curiosity about the winter woods.

          The offer for him to go alone had been given, that a winter fairy would help him if he truly wanted to explore. However, Naira hadn't made any preparations to make the trek on her own. The thermal coat she would have needed to craft or beg a sewing talent to help her make would have taken too long.

          He wanted to stay near her, which was fine on it's own too! A comfort to be near the only person he actually knew in a crowded colony.

          There was a gentle 'thank you' and a smile as she took the acorn shell from him. A common crafting material back home. The fairy finds herself stocking up on them frequently. Carts and every number of things needed repairs, and as someone large, she can make a handful of them faster than she could in her normal size. It wasn't something she mentioned, but the fact Azul had took notice was sweet of him.

          After storing it in her toolbag, there's a slight pause as she tries to think about it. "Well. . .we can go ta tha border an' jus' hand stuff over directly. I assume the mail fairies have times an' systems in place. If there's an emergency, tha animal talents can ask fer help. Bu' tha Warden of tha Winter Woods has his own owl an' a wolf I do believe. So while not outta tha realm of possibilities, i's a case o' findin' animals tha' can survive in both climates ta make tha journey. Unless someone is willin' ta take tha risk an' make i' themselves, dependen' on tha emergency."

          Naira pauses again, then looks at Azul with a raised eyebrow. "--Did ya wanna visit tha woods nex' time ya come? I can make arrangements so I can accompany ya."

          She'd be walking the whole time, of course. But worth it so Azul can enjoy the time, the fairy thinks.

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My dream guardian is so pretty, ya'll. Please behold him.

I made him once and now he's all I make because I love his design so much. Get you a soft tiefling who cares about your wellbeing. 🥲

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          She wanted to shrink and disappear so badly. By no account did she want anyone to see her, to know she existed like this. As kind as the student was to help her, Nicole was now known in a large way to others. They’d talk. She’d get the stares, the whispers.

          Nicole heard him speak, heard him mention the nurse should be back soon. But all she could do was grip at her sleeves in anxiety. For a moment, her mouth was dry and she found herself struggling to speak again. It’s a slight nod, and she reaches out shakily to hold on to the cuff of his sleeve. A silent plea for him to stay just a little longer.

          All would be well once she finds an excuse to leave early. At least, that’s the hope.

The crowds of students parted as they walked through the hallways. They whispered, quick to shift their gaze as his dark eyes sweep over them. Only when they passed the boundaries into the nurses office did he pause, setting the girl down onto the padded surface. " The nurse should be here soon," the young man says, scanning her one more time for his own reassurance.

For some reason, he felt as though he wanted to say more; to stay close until her safety was certain. " I could stay, if you want. "