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"It's a national catday and you're kind of like a cat so here's some fish shaped cookies!"
After a cursory inspection for nutritional content vs. energy value, Kyubey buries his face into a cookie and eats.
Β§ Wow, you're a great baker, Eiden! Β§
Β§ Thank you for remembering me! Β§
Eiden gets a free fluffy scarf around his neck in the form of Kyubey lounging on his shoulders for the rest of the day.
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Β§ Hoarding them like that is a waste. Β§
Β§ You can't expect to grow a Witch out of sunshine, dirt, and prayers. Β§
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β» CONTRACT
Sis puella magica! Salve, terrae magicae gradus prohibitus credens justitiam. Clementia desiderium conturbatio postmeridie puella in somnio. Umbra nigra terror adhaerens scaena felix. Pugna cum maga decretum agmen clientum venari strigas. Signum malum amicae carae meae. Incertus inevitabilis serena ira anima mala pugna infinita. Ave maria vocalise op. 34 no. 14 numquam vincar. Quamobrem? Cor destructum.
§ Hey I just met you and this is crazy, Β§Β
§ But here's my number so contract maybe Β§Β
Surgam identidem nux Walpurgis confessio sagitta luminis. Cubilulum album taenia memoriae la fille aux cheveux de lin. Symposium magarum pergo pugnare connect mata ashita magia.
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contract!
Samia dostia ari aditida tori adito madora. Estia morita nari amitia sori arito asora, semari aisi Isola matola. Soribia doche irora amita? Samaria dose ifia mio lora fia sia adora. Samia dostia ari aditida tori adito madora. Estia morita nari amitia. Sori arito asora semari aisi isola matola soribia doche irora amita. Samaria dose ifia mio lora fia sia adora semari aisi isola matola. Soribia doche irora amita samaria dose ifia mio lora fia sia adora. Adora!
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πΈ - Wonβt stop snuggling, no concept of personal space
Drop a kitten on my muse!!
*CHOMP*
Β§ I donβt know, Iβve tasted better. Β§
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π + "Why are you so dismissive of me, the Amazing Maxwell, the greatest magician who ever graced this city?"
Β§ Maxwell who? Β§ Never heard of you around here buddy
Β§ There are thousands of human subjects from hundreds of different worlds residing in this city. The truth is that you simply donβt stand out enough when compared to the rest. Β§
Wrong age, wrong gender, wrong level of needβa poor investment for any Incubator, and a poor choice for Kyubey indeed if he actually took the man seriously.
Β§ If anything, I have a better memory of what Robin got from the menu during the last time we ate out. Β§
Β§ What do you have to offer me, Maxwell? Nothing I canβt manage on my own.Β If thatβs the case, why should I waste my time on you? Β§
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βIβm only a witch, not a miracle worker.β
Β§ Of course not. Miracles are part of my job. Β§
Β§ Now stay still so we can shoot you properly. Β§
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one word writing prompts | drabble: [Β foolishΒ ]
Another day, another bag of tricks.
Kyubey paws at the bright yellow ball on the groundβone of those ones you hide under cups and spin aroundβbefore picking his way over the littered floor to where Maxwell is sitting at his desk.
He jumps onto the table with no fanfare, ignoring the manβs indignant shriek when he leaves dusty prints on the piles of paperwork scattered over its surface. After the usual slew of insults settle down to disgruntled muttering, Kyubey finally takes the chance to speak.Β
Β§ I heard that you were thinking of re-opening the theater. Β§
The manβs reaction is diverting to watch as always. There is a physical recoil, checked in place before it turns into a full retreat. Suspicious eyes fixate on him as Maxwell asks (demands), Who told you that?!
Β§ You were muttering to yourself, Β§ Kyubey replies back. Β§ I have ears, you know. Four of them, in fact. Β§
Next come an inevitable barrage of words, not the least of which accuse him of unlawful stalking and other trounced-up claims. Kyubey swishes his tail for every time the manβs heartbeat increases until the bluster, once again, dies down to a dim din.
His eyes sweep over the papers on the desk, which outlines everything from estimated structural damage to insurance rates, rebuilding costs, and photographs. For all itsβ¦unusual properties, daily life in Hive City was also mind-numbingly mundane. It isnβt long before Maxwell notices his gaze and sweeps the entire mass of documents off to the side and under a pile of magician handkerchiefs, well out of the Incubatorβs sight.
Kyubey remains unaffected. Β§ Is it going to be a one-man show again? Β§ he asks instead. Β§ You were offering to pull me out of a hat. For the record, Iβm still interested. Β§
Well, Iβm not!Β
And there comes another flood of words. The snippy rejection, Kyubey decides, comes more out of irritation than genuine distaste. For all that the man dislikes, insinuates, and distrusts about him, Maxwell has yet to officially kick Kyubey out of his life. The Incubator waits patiently for his turn to speak again, observing Maxwellβs generous range of expressions in the meantime.
Β§ Why donβt you go into the clown business instead? Β§ he asks next. Β§ Youβre a natural at making those idiotic expressions. Β§
The irate man picks up a top hat and plops it over Kyubey, effectively blocking him from sight except for his fluffy tail. Nonplussed, Kyubey decides to take a nap right inside.
Itβs not until he feels a weight on his tail that he wakes up again. He uses a paw to lift up the hat and spots Maxwell inexplicably using his tail as a makeshift pillow. The man is thoroughly unconscious, a pencil and a paper full of scribbles lying next to his right hand. Kyubey uses his ears to pick up the paper and examine its contents.
It looks like some sort of budget calculationβ¦
After a while, the Incubator picks up the pencil as well to scribble something on the paper before he teleports from sight. The sudden disappearance of his βpillowβ leaves Maxwellβs head to knock soundly against the table, waking him up.
The next time he checks his paper, itβs to see a written message scrawled haphazardly over his numbers.
βYou should check your math, I found 4 mistakes.Β
Next to the words lie a single dusty pawprint.
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18. β endless
one word writing prompts | headcanon
Β§ Nothing lasts forever. Β§
Β§ The concept ofΒ βeternityβ was simply created by those who lack the means to see the ultimate end. If youβre looking for a constant, then the concept ofΒ βinevitableβ is a more fitting name. Β§
Β§ Things are born, grow, decay, and die. You donβt need to look any further than human history to see the truth. There are the rise and fall of empires, dynasties, civilizations; the same patterns plays out over successive generations of humankind without fail. You can see it in the stars---though you humans lack the means to scry their comprehensive history with your limited lifespans---how they are born to burn and flicker until they finally die. Β§
Β§ You will see it more clearly, perhaps, in puelli magi themselves, and how new magical girls inevitably fall as Witches and then, nothing. And of course, I see it in entropy and eventual heat death of the universe as well. Β§
Β§ Itβs all a downward spiral from here, but at least we have means to delay the end. Be grateful that youβll all be long dead before the time all life ceases to function. Β§
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28. β hope
one word writing prompts | headcanon
Β§ Hope? Β§
Β§ Itβs not a bad word. Thatβs what the humans found at the bottom of Pandoraβs box, isnβt it? Β§
Β§ When all the plagues and sorrows of the world were unleashed upon humanity, this tiny, weak, and desperate thing remained behind, fluttering its wings in the empty container. Β§
Β§ I believe all humans have the ability to hope. And in some ways, thatβs what we offer them. One more chance. One single wish. A last-ditch effort to undo what has been done, or create what has yet to exist. Isnβt it fascinating how much power this tiny emotion can generate with just a single spark? Iβve had contracts fulfilled to beautiful perfection just with the power of hope alone. Β§
Β§ Of course, Iβm more interested in the other side of the equation. And that would beβ Β§
Despair.
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π "What do you want from me?"
Β§ Your body and soul---Β Β§
Β§ ...is what Iβd say if you were younger, cuter, and a little more desperate, but Iβll settle for dinner and a date. Believe it or not, Iβm an excellent conversationalist. Β§
Β§ Iβve been meaning to learn more about your world, anyways. Thereβs an object there that catches my interest---what was it called again? Moldy grill? Holey pail? Β§
Β§ In any case, Iβm sure you can enlighten me. Β§
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π + what do u taste like
Β§ I donβt taste like anything in particular, but Iβm flavored with salt of the Earth.. Β§
Β§ Then again, some of us claim that we taste like cottage cheese, so maybe itβs a matter of perspective. Β§
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π + can I have cheese with that?
Β§ No need.Β Β§
Β§ Youβre cheesy enough as is. Β§
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πΌ
πΌ - Sneaky lil bastard, knocks everything off of shelves and tables
*FLYING KICKS IT OUT THE WINDOW AND INTO THE WAY OF ONCOMING TRAFFIC*
Β§ Oh no! Β§
Β§ Only a contract with me can save that kitten now! Β§
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πΎ - Giant jackass cat, no love unless treat, donβt pet
Β§ Your face on its own is memorable enough. Β§
Β§ I donβt need to see it recreated in fur with cat ears and whiskers. Β§
Would you look at that? The human and his kitten even glared the same way.
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