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☾ ᴹᵃᶰʲᵒᵘᵐᵉ⁻ˢᵃᶰ ☽:

【ϟ】 If Madoka could decipher Manjoume as well as she thought she could, then the expression on his face could’ve told her that her excuse definitely hadn’t been enough to fend him off. If anything, that only made him question her choices even more as he crossed his arms at the door in a huff.

“Yeah, and what? You think that would be enough for them to kick you off the island on the spot?” Manjoume doubted it. He might’ve figured out that Madoka was some sort of ‘Goddess’, but he couldn’t see her being expelled from Duel Academia because of that, either. From what he’d had seen, she wasn’t that different from a normal person anyway; aside from the magic that could make her change clothes on the spot.

“Besides, how would someone like Mrs. Ayukawa find out anyway? She’s the school nurse. Not a mind reader. As long as you don’t tell her, then who cares?”

The hand that clutched the door tensed, tears welling in golden eyes. The goddess knew she needed to tell the older duelist, but the fear of judgment weighted on her. Her mouth opened to say something, but soon closed, fear overtaking confidence.

Finally taking in a breath, her free hand went to rest against her stomach, lifting the shirt almost slightly to revel the small bump. Orbs looked back to Manjoume, focusing on his expression.

❝ Manjoume-san... I’m pregnant... ❞ And as soon the words left her lips, she felt the need to remove Manjoume’s hand to shut the door and never come out, lest he judge her.

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✟ ᶜᵃᶰ'ᵗ ᵀᵉˡˡ˒ ᵂᵒᶰ'ᵗ ᵀᵉˡˡ ✟:

【ϟ】 As the door to the room cracked open, Manjoume couldn’t help but pause; quickly glancing over his friend. She looked fine, at least he could see of her, anyway. The think blanket Madoka had rapped around herself wasn’t helping matters any, but Manjoume wasn’t going to be that intrusive that he’d care.

Though, as Madoka started to shut the door on him again, he’d raise a hand to press lightly against the entrance; propping the door open as a silent sign he wasn’t done talking yet. 

“If you’re sick, then shouldn’t you being going to the infirmary instead of hiding out in here? It’d seem like a better plan to me.” 

Golden eyes looked to the ground, the will to look Manjoume in the eyes suddenly gone. He didn’t know, and she wished that it would stay that way. That she couldn’t dare be a burden to him, nor could she bother him with something as trivial as this.

Teeth born down on soft, pink tongue. Her stomach twisting itself into knots. Madoka managed to glance up at the duelist before she torn away said gaze. A loud gulp surfaced as the Goddess worked up the excuse to get out of this.

❝ I don’t think going to the infirmary would be a good idea. Besides, they could find out that I’m a Goddess. ❞ Madoka knew this wouldn’t be enough to get Manjoume to leave, but hoped it gave her enough time to come up with another excuse.

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                               Sʜᴇ Gᴀᴠᴇ Us Hᴏᴘᴇ                                                                                                    𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒲𝑒 𝒟𝒾𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝐻𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒜𝓃𝓎

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@blackthvnder​ ❘ (X)

Oh how she wished Manjoume didn’t come to her dorm room, but it seemed that luck didn’t favor her as the duelist’s voice echoed through the door, concern and annoyance filtering in his words.

The pit of guilt and embarrassment only grew deeper, the mother-to-be hiding further in the blankets before realizing that Manjoume would not just leave so easily, that he wanted an answer only the Goddess would know.

And with a hefty sigh, she pushed herself from the bed, wrapping the covers around her small frame before walking over to the door, opening it to lock golden orbs onto her friend.

❝ Everything’s fine, Manjoume-san. Just felt a little sick is all. Thank you for coming to check on me. ❞ She stated before she started to close the door, trying to place distance between herself and Manjoume as to not burden him more.

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thealchemyfreak:

“I’m fuckin freezing.”

❝ Would you like a coat? ❞

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✟ ᴸᶤᵛᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵁˢ ✟:

“I should have already been dead.”

Concern lighted golden orbs, mouth agape at the words filtering from Edward’s lips. He should have been dead? Death was a horrible thing to wish for, not only for the person going through it, but for the people around them... And if he had been wishing for this... Than something must have happened...

Her gloved hand reached out to grab Ed’s, stepping closer to him as her head rested against his chest, listening to the still beating heart. ❝ Death isn’t something to lightly wish for, Edward. Was there a reason why you wished for this? ❞

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✟ ᵂᵒʳʳᶤᵐᵉᶰᵗ ✟:

“Can someone just run me over? Put me out of my misery.”

❝ I don’t think that running you over would be a good idea... Did something happen, Edward-san? ❞

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Send in “Flashback” for a scenario of my muse’s past.

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My Muse broke their wrist recently and can’t do much. Send 💦 to help them wash their hair

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touch meme . send one to do to my muse .

001.   grab their hand .

002.   kiss their cheek .

003.   give massage .

004.   kiss hand .

005.   high five .

006.   cuddle .

007.   cry on . 

008.   shoulder hug .

009.   bear hug .

010.   kiss them .

011.   pinkie promise .

012.   piggy back ride . 

013.  give them food . 

014.   from behind hug . 

015.   fist bump .

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Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

♕: Holding hands

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙: Sharing a bed

♚: Head scratches

♛: Sharing a dessert

♜: Shoulder rubs

♝: Reading a book together

♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

♟: Patching up a wound

♤: Taking a bath together

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣: Back scratches

♥: Your muse crying about something

♦: Slow dancing

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✟ ᵀᵒᵘᶜʰ ᵀʰᵉ ᴳʳᵒᵘᶰᵈ ✟:

Stretches his arms out to reach his feet. “Yes, perfect.”

❝ What are you doing, Edward-san? ❞

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@wolfgcrl​ ❘ (X)

The Goddess shook the wolf, golden eyes looking apon in concern. It seemed that the nightmare the other was having was a horrible one, and thus the Goddess felt the need to wake her up and give comfort.

She didn’t think that her attempts would lead to her red eyes snapping open and a roar being directed towards her. Madoka pushed herself back, her arm wrapping around her stomach to protect the child that laid within.

Her other gloved hand grasped at her chest, fear hiding beneath golden pools. ❝ I’m sorry for shaking you awake, but you looked to be having a horrible nightmare, I hope that I didn’t bother you? ❞

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@thekingofdoorsbitch​ ❘ (X)

Tears filled golden eyes, her gloved hand grabbing at his, bringing them to her chest. It was seeming that her words weren’t reaching him, weren’t bringing sense to him. And that had scared her, worried her that she would lose her friend.

❝ He’s planning on killing you! You have to listen to me! If even if you think that you can fix things with him, is it worth putting your life on the line for that?! ❞

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✟ ᴹᵃᶰʲᵒᵘᵐᵉ⁻ˢᵃᶰ ✟:

【ϟ】 “I’m not Judai, but there’s no way I’m turning down free food when it’s for something like that. Heh, you’re alright.” 

There were usually two ways to ease a typical Manjoume attitude: one) stroke his ego or two) give him food, especially if the free meal just so happened to include fried shrimp tempura as the main course. 

Manjoume hadn’t peeked inside his gifted box yet, but the present would still earn Madoka a smile. Obviously she knew how to get on his good side and he could appreciate that much.

The Goddess forced a smile as she fought back against a wave of nausea, willing herself to not be ill in front of the older duelist. Shaking her head, her eyes glanced to the bento, hoping that he would like what was inside.

❝ Well, I thought that it was only fair, considering that you worked really hard for that win.❞ Madoka knew how important the circuit was to Manjoume, that the win was due to hard work and effort, and the Goddess couldn’t help but see it as a win in her eyes.

❝ So I hope that you like it! It was kind of hard to make it with the way I was feeling. ❞

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“I’m fine.” Big fat lie, but he doesn’t wanna burden the other with his problems.

❝ Even though your words say that you’re fine, your expression tells me otherwise. ❞