#Revair

[curlsandconfessions]

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[miserydivine]

[not-krys]

Seasonal Vibes Meme

So, saw a prompt on twitter about what seasonal vibes a character/ship gives off, so I think it'd be a fun question for here and a good writing exercise:

What seasonal vibes does your OC / squish / ship give off? Are they like spring or winter? Can also include not so traditionally thought of seasons, like the rainy season, harvest season, winter/spring thaw, a local holiday season, bug season, etc.

For those that wanna do this too, you can do your OC (fandom or original), or even just your favorite fictional squish at the moment.

For those that wanna do ships, sky's also the limit. MC x canon, OC x canon, canon x canon, selfship x canon, romantic or platonic, doesn't matter, just whatever the seasonal vibe is with a lil blerb as to why that is.

No pressure tagging: @lorei-writes, @kissmetwicekissmedeadly, @scummy-writes, @honeybyte, @batteryrose, @drachonia, @limonzu, @tsundere-mitsuhide, and anyone else that's wants to play.

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Houki/Mitsunari (IkeSen): Spring, Sweet blossoming beginnings. Both are discovering new things around them (Houki quite literally as she's from a different world all together, Mitsunari learning about love and confidence) and while there may be storms along the way, they help each other blossom into themselves.

(plus it doesn't help that @beni-draw-ikemen-please drew them surrounded by cherry blossoms a while back, so I'll always think of them with the springtime vibes)

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Ophelia/Kennyo (IkeSen): Late Winter/Early Spring Thaw. Times of deep turmoil coming to an end so that something new and wonderful can grow. They both have troubling things happen to them in the past, but as time passes, they learn to grow as people and to put the harsh times behind them so they can have hope for the future.

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Thea/Theo/Arthur (IkeVamp): Summer. Time of high heat and fun adventures. They bicker and tease each other a lot of the time, but they never turn down having an adventure together. Whether that adventure consists of solving some small mystery in town, walking hand in hand in hand through an art gallery they helped set up together, or challenging each other in cards or arm wrestling in the gaming room, they never forget that doing it together is the best part of any adventure.

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Abby/Vincent (IkeVamp): Autumn. Change and reflection on the times of the past. Abby goes through a lot changes in her life, Vincent being present for a lot of her later changes, sometimes even triggering them himself. But he always wants to be a part of her life, especially after he lost her the first time, putting a change in him that rippled across all the lives they had connected with before.

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Maddie/Harr (IkeRev): Early Summer. Not as young as they used to be to be like spring, but still want to have the fun they had/didn't have in their youths. Harr is a hardened academic at his core and Maddie is discovering magic for the first time, three decades into her life. They have insatiable curiosity despite not being spring chickens anymore. Their lives are shaped by their pasts yet they still want to explore the world and discover more of its mysteries and wonders.

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Clara/Nokto (IkePri): Rainy Season. The sun after the rain is much more beautiful than the sun before the rain. At first, Clara hated Nokto. She hated him for taking advantage of her and for putting her in situations she felt she had no business being a part of. However, once his masks were washed away, as it were, she saw who he was underneath. How much this man actually cared, about the kingdom and about her despite his wicked ways. How tightly he held her when he opened up about his insecurities, about how much better everyone else was compared to the jester he made himself out to be. How he didn't deserve the ray of sunshine she was, how jealous he was about her open and honest ways. How much he wished he could be like her. And once the rain stopped and the sun came out again, they found the other much more beautiful drenched but smiling. That though they went through some hard times, they still came through the storms to see light again.

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Miri (Obey Me): Spring, She doesn’t have a set suitor yet, but the ones that I have romantically shipped her with (and with all her platonic ships too), she has the aura of spring: sweet, innocent, blossoming love, sometimes a little unpredictable in the newness of everything. She wants to be kind to everyone, even if it sometimes is a detriment to herself. She wants to do right by the three realms, even if that sentiment maybe a little naïve compared to others who have lived through harder times than she has. Yet her newness and fresh outlook has changed some of even the toughest of opponents and has helped heal and soothe even the bloodiest wounds of the past. She's bringing about positive change in a world that doesn't want change but desperately needs it.

[krys-loves-otome]

Different Universe, Same Love: Coffee/Flower Shop AU

When Ophelia got this prompt, my first immediate thought was: 'Aww, Kennyo can have a flower shop, that's nice." And didn't look back from there.

This is my brain empty, no thoughts entry for this prompt because I can't think of much about the story beyond Ophelia likes to visit Kennyo's flower shop (and his cats too, that's a bonus) and bring him coffee. And he brings flowers to decorate her shop sometimes because he's crushing on her or something, idk. It's a mutual benefit relationship.

Thanks again to @xxsycamore and @queengiuliettafirstlady for hosting this event again! This was a cute prompt.

[krys-does-art-stuff]

Ophelia purplepen sketch spread

August 2021

[omgscrumptiousllamasuit-blog]

I <3 Clarmont from 7kpp

I'd totally marry Clarmont from 7 Kingdoms: Princess Problem. Ethical, takes care of the service staff, adopted a dog and doesn't want to breed from her, doesn't want kids, is a vegetarian, and

[SPOILER]

is a rebel who's planning to overthrow the Revaire regime [/SPOILER]

You can call me Mrs Clarmont now x) Here's hoping that Aly is well and that the game will eventually be completed...

[faejilly]

Kiss prompt #38 for Nathalie (or amy couple).

38. Running fingers through hair while kissing [post]

I hope you enjoy some Nathalie/Clarmont now, ever so many eons after you requested it. I failed entirely to do the 'while kissing' thing and focused much more on the hair. ��\_(ツ)_/¯

The Matchmaker may have announced them, they may consider themselves engaged, this might be exactly what they should be doing as these connections are exactly what the Summit claims to be for... but Nathalie's a 'known' seductress and suspected murderer, but Clarmont's only 'allowed' here for the Royal Family to keep an eye on him, to make sure he knows how generous they are being with their mercy.

Every day of this supposed peace conference is dangerous. Too many eyes, too many secrets, too many ways to fail.

She's terrified, in fact, of this, of him, of a quiet night and a clear sky and no one around and he's warm along her side and they're alone and it's beautiful and if she thinks about it, about what this is and what it might be and what the rest of her life will be with more of this, of him, the devastation if she never gets it again, she might break.

She closes her eyes and leans her head against his shoulder and grips his jacket too tightly between her fingers, and even so it's barely tight enough to hold her there, to hold her in one piece.

He keeps one arm around her shoulders, his thumb rubbing slowly up and down against her arm. He shifts, slowly, carefully enough she never has to lift her head, never has to let go.

She feels his free hand move, fingers finding the edges of her hair, her pins, and she knows what he's going to do and she lets him, lets him tug her hair free, one pin, one curl, one twist at a time.

She can't remember the last time she let her hair loose. She braided it loosely when she was sleeping, kept it fashionable and impeccable and impressive when out.

But now it tumbles free, catching on his sleeve and her neckline and his fingers and her jewelry and she's laughing, softly, her grip easing as she turns her head enough to press her face against him.

He strokes her hair, smoothing the top, then letting his fingers find their way through it, layer by layer, until she realizes she's half-asleep, curled up against a man in the middle of the night with no one around and not afraid at all, not of him, not of the Summit, not of the future.

She hums, too drowsy and comfortable to manage words, and she feels him kiss the top her head. She shivers, and they both know it's not from the way the breeze has picked up.

He keeps soothing her, though she doesn't think it would be possible to be more comfortable. He occasionally lets himself linger, fingertips against her forehead or temple or neck for just a moment before they find their way back into her hair, always moving, slow and gentle.

I love you, she thinks, and hopes he knows, for all she can't risk saying it aloud.

Not yet.

But soon.

They're almost there. They'll make it. They have to.

Soon.

[orion-overdrive]

white haired men???? white haired men?????? have any white haired men?????? *holds out cup*

sorry for the wait anon you just gave me an excuse to update these dudes' designs

anyways i have at least four! from left to right:

sylvian ambrose is a traveling bard with bad luck in love and an uncanny ability to control plants. he has very little memory from before he started traveling, and his earliest recollection is waking up in an enchanted forest.

arius augurine is an angel of death turned human who is employed by the local adventurer's guild as a bookkeeper. he has a daughter that's part of the same guild and took the job to keep a closer eye on her

valerian lumince is a dream archon, tasked with keeping his portion of the dream realm stable. he has a very hands-off way of ruling over his territory and only shows his face when there's an emergency, so dream denizens consider his public appearances bad luck.

and revaire récolte is a disgraced harvest god in hiding just a normal denizen of his quaint little town — no divinity shenanigans happening here! he ends up being the social media manager for a local magical girl group.

(required attributions: the flowery part on sylvian's vest, the pattern on arius' shirt)

[altairtalisman]

OC Pride Fest 2022: 4 PM

At 4 pm, Willow, Gladen, Emma and @blackdiamondwrites127’s Maria decided to share a table together in a restaurant and are currently striking up a conversation about their siblings

…I’m so going to get cancelled for playing Hogwarts Mystery

[fyeah7kpp]

Now that I have polls on tumblr mobile, I thought I’d have some fun and I’m curious about people’s thoughts. 😊

Bonus: is it because of stats or background or flavortext?

—Mod Tina

[teaandinanity]

I'm not even sure which October Make Stuff thing I'm doing (possibly I'm doing like five of them, just, badly?) but I had three prompts at the top of this document while I was writing:

7KPP Promptober: Obfuscate | Inktober: Dream | Fictober: "It's not too late [...]"

Here's Calanthia, in my possibly-an-AU where she goes home after the Summit and pines for Jasper for 7 years while Fixing The World for a distraction from her pining.

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Seven years ago, she fought for a spot as a member of the delegation; competition was ferocious for those seven spots. Particularly given only five were really up for grabs. An eligible prince and princess, after all, would hardly be allowed to remain in Revaire during a Summit year.

Eligibility as a chaperone is, thankfully, a less fraught affair, for all there is only one spot available. When the younger generation have begun jockying for the seven delegate spots, she makes it known that she wishes to go. The queen nods to her and says, with the ghost of a smile turning up the corners of her mouth,

“That can, I think, be arranged.”

There might be other candidates; if there are, they never truly contend with her for the position. After seven years being spoken of as Katyia’s successor, she has many friends, more allies, and all manor of favors she could call in. She hears a whisper that she has requested the place, and no other whispers materialize to counter it.

Most people seem pleased at the prospect, even if as a chaperone she will be tasked more with watching over the delegates rather than truly taking part. The consensus seems to be that her mere presence will encourage this Summit in a similar direction to her own. All but the most strident war hawks optimistically look forward to increased trade and stronger diplomatic ties, a rising tide that raises all ships.

Revaire’s position is worlds away from what it was when she attended her Summit; the disposition of her people, too, is wholly different.

She looks over the children, amazed at how young they all seem. It is not only in years; they seem less weighed-down, less weary, less wary than her own cohort. They’re largely respectful of her, but not intimidated.

When she was in their shoes, she was at least a little afraid of almost everyone with power. But then, the Revaire that saw her to adulthood was a very different place. In her homeland, caution was a prerequisite to continued existence. Care is still wise, but carelessness is no longer liable to get one killed.

Some of Revaire’s young delegates, in fact, could do with a little cowing; one boy, who does not have half Zarad’s charm with it, tries to flirt with her when the ship is scarcely out of port. She gives him her most unamused look, borne of being the second-eldest daughter of a large family, further honed by years of making a career of diplomacy and overseeing a sea of nieces and nephews. 

He looks less abashed than he ought. Well; at least he has the nerve to try to brazen it out. Courage won’t be enough on its own, and alone it’s no advantage at all, but it’s not a terrible beginning.

“You will,” she informs him, “need significantly more charm to be able to carry off that level of shamelessness with any degree of success.”

The other younglings have all gone still in a way that suggests listening for possible advantage, so she projects well enough to be heard rather than keeping her rebuke quiet and continues,

“Corvali would largely condemn you on the grounds of gracelessness, the Arlish and Wellish on lack of discretion and manners, Jiyelians on the breech of well-known and generally accepted social mores. The Hiseans often appreciate a little playful effrontery, but no one else is likely to be amused.”

“What about Skalt?” one girl asks, with a grin and a glint in her eye that says she, for one, would very much appreciate tips on how to flirt with a lady who could heft her over one shoulder.

“Don’t flirt with anyone from Skalt unless you mean it and you don’t mind being up to your elbows in snow for three months. The ladies are not inclined to marry out and they seldom send male delegates.”

She considers the group and then addresses the girl and the other young ladies.

“Do consider making friends, though; they’re generally very happy to teach other young ladies how to use knives.”

Several more look intrigued at that. The original young man looks nervous, now.

“They are not permitted weapons on the Isle any more than the rest of us are, but in my own year a Wellish Lord did have to be rescued from stabbing by fork after causing offense. Best avoid being in his shoes, mm?”

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It’s a short voyage - only two days. Enough time for introductions amongst themselves, but not enough for anyone to really begin forming cliques that might hamper the Summit’s overall aims. 

A few of the children - and they are children - apply to her for bits of advice. Some of them want advice on deportment or conduct, and here she can only tell them what she told herself during her own year;

Be yourself, but be the best possible version. Be polite. Look for things to like in the people around you, because the point of this is to make connections. Express gratitude. Extend grace. Know your goals, and bear them in mind.

They do not ask what her goals were. All the world believes it knows; believes that she went to make a name for herself, the way ladies of middling birth are seldom permitted to do.

And they are not wholly wrong; she did want that, as far as it goes.

But she’d intended to do it in part with a marriage. A duke or a prince seemed achievable, if she could reach the Summit itself. Among the best of all seven nations, she felt confident she could find a partner to help her change the world for the better, or at least a friend to stand beside her and lend weight to her voice.

She tried to keep that goal in mind.

But she found a different dream, on the isle.

Everyone knows, now, that she, like Katyia, did not marry.

They generally assume this is because she, like Katyia, did not lose her heart.

It is the easiest lie she has ever told, because she never had to say a word.

[loveblackculture]

My daughter’s hair will be mini twisted for her spring semester in university.

Her wash day hair routine:

✨Detoxed her scalp with RevAir detox pre-wash rinse

✨ Shampoo her scalp and hair with SheaMoisture Strengthen and Restore shampoo

✨ Deep condition with #Sheamoisture Intense Hydration Hair Mask

✨Applied Esha Girl Curl Moisture Leave In Conditioner

✨ Sprayed @Tresemme Heat Tamer Spray

And blew out her hair to stretch it.

Her hair will be twisted with Creme of Nature Pure Honey Moisture Whip Twisting Creme

[angstmongertina]

7KPP Promptober 2023 Day 2

It's literally day 25 and I finally finished day 2, but it's fine, we're all fine here.

Anyway, for more in the VaLia 'verse with @teaandinanity, I love you! (Even if I will be providing angst next. :D)

Anyway, the day 2 prompt was reason, which I interpreted as "reason why Lia decides to adopt Valya as her sister."

There were rumors circulating about the young widow from Revaire before she even arrived at the Summit. From the moment her position in the Jiyelese delegation was formalized, she received notes and visits from aunties near and far, from advice to thinly veiled demands, only just subtle enough to remain on the side of propriety.

And it seemed nearly half of the communications contained some warning about the dowager baroness of Namaire.

She knew better than to put much stock to rumors; for all Jiyel prided itself as a kingdom run by logic, its people could be far from living up to that ideal, a fact that was only supported by the rumors circling the auntie tea circles about her own late-minute addition. Somehow, it was difficult to take seriously the reports that the woman had married, murdered, and poisoned her way to the Summit when she knew that the same gossipers accused her of blackmail in the next breath. 

Her reluctance to adhere to such advice was immediately validated when she set foot in the room for the pre-feast introductions. Young delegates of all sorts roamed the room, dressed in finery that far outshown her own, leaving her in the perfect position to watch the reactions towards the newly arrived young widow.

With particular emphasis on young.

She comported herself well—she had to, in the face of her reputation and the weight of her past—and her height served her well to provide a dissonance to the fact, but the tightness in the corners of her eyes, the stiff set of her smile, revealed that it was hardship, not age, which had given her experience.

That was made all the more obvious from their interactions. She hadn’t expected any witnesses to her admittedly amusing success at driving away less than savory crown princes from new friends through sheer boredom, and yet the approach of a clearly delighted Lady Valeriya was also not completely unexpected.

Even so, it wasn’t until she ventured to discuss the history of the Summits that the truth became transparent. Widow she may have been, but even more so, with a sudden warmth and enthusiasm at the subject, rivaling Peony at her most delighted, she was also very clearly scarcely older than a child. And, given the wariness behind her dark eyes, the heavy history which already haunted her reputation, a mistreated, terrified child at that.

Through some act of fate, they were seated together during dinner, and her immediate observations only served to confirm her opinion. Lady Valeriya was, no doubt, a slender woman in part from her genetics, and recent surplus had managed to soften the sharpest angles in her features, but Lia knew enough, had been taught enough of the signs, to recognize the reaction of an individual who had been raised with less than reliable sources of food.

Though she hid it well, the hungry manner in which Lady Valeriya examined the food, holding each serving spoon a fraction of a second too long, paired with her knowledge of her marital status and age, already painted a far too vivid image.

Lady Valeriya didn’t deserve that.

Nobody deserved that.

And even more so, Lady Valeriya was… a dear. It seemed strange, almost indecent, to think so of a woman she had only just met, scarcely a few years her younger, but she was, lighting up with just a touch of genuine interest and warmth, with a hint of positive reinforcement. Its implications towards her childhood were therefore all the more heartbreaking, and Lia couldn’t help feeling genuine affection, coaxing the young girl out from under her cold, uncaring exterior. It was certainly a far cry from the woman she had expected the so-called viper of Namaire to be.

She was apparently not alone in that assessment. Unfortunately, however, the young lord from Wellin is far less willing to consider it an exaggeration or a desperate act of self-preservation than a deliberate attempt at manipulation.

The absolute gall of the man to insinuate that a young girl in great need had derived any perverse pleasure in marrying and then being widowed by a much more powerful baron, rather than the much more plausible explanation of it being an act of desperation. And then to imply she had no right to attend the Summit…?

It was, she suspected, meant as a warning on her behalf, perhaps even kindly, if condescendingly meant, but it certainly did nothing to improve her opinion of him, and she only bristled instead. “Your opinion has been noted, my lord, and I thank you for your consideration, but I trust your excellent etiquette extends towards recognizing the folly of believing rumors…? ”

Before he could reply, however, she turned back to the lady in question, who looked for all the world like she was sizing him up for evisceration, and smiled, as warm and gentle as she might with a stray cat. “Lady Valeriya, I apologize on behalf of my seatmate for the truly unmannerly interruption. You were saying…?”

She wasn’t entirely sure what made her outburst more worthwhile, the sputtering of the lord in question, or the shining look in her new friend’s eyes, but either way, she found herself looking forward to the Summit with far more enthusiasm than she had before.

[not-krys]

35. Hold My Hand (Houki, Ophelia, Thea, Abby, Miri)

Happy Valentine's Day!

Kind of last minute as I had intended to finish these by the end of the month, but as it's Valentine's day today, I figured I'd post these entries early.

When choosing this prompt, since I had done 'Love' prompt last year, I had wanted another theme that could evoke some kind of romantic feeling, but... that didn't exactly happen with some of these.

And since I had wanted to participate in Julie's Love Booth event, those prompts (plus the theme of the month) seemed to lean more towards a platonic vibe for some of these little ramblings. Nothing wrong with that, it's just where the vibes took me.

Regular warnings apply: Raw, unedited writing, Houki's entry has pregnancy in it's theme, Abby's has a little self-deprecation, some spoilers for Nightbringer Lesson 38 for Miri, the usual stuff.

Check out my Masterlist!

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Houki

(Knowledge, "Let Me Take Care of You")

Dawn's early morning rays peeked through Mitsunari's window, blinding him temporarily before his eyes adjusted. Things seem to be the same as he and Houki had left them last night. Books placed in haphazard places, Kitty sleeping on his discarded sleeping robe near the bed, and his lovely Houki sleeping as well, her hand resting on her swollen belly.

Lord Hideyoshi would be here soon to bring breakfast, he thought. Houki, now in the later stages of her pregnancy, was relieved of her chatelaine duties to allow her to focus on her (and his) soon-to-be born child, so Lord Hideyoshi had taken over meal duties, making sure the two of them had regular scheduled meals now that Houki couldn't in her condition. Lord Hideyoshi didn't mind as he used to do this long before Houki came along. It was a return to form, to speak. But it did mean that Mitsunari was alone in getting ready for the day.

Today, however, would be different.

Set aside were both his clothes and Houki's, in neat piles thanks (again) to Lord Hideyoshi.

He was going to do it. He was going to dress himself and Houki. It was only fair after the number of times she'd help him get dressed and made sure he looked like a proper lord. Plus, it was getting more difficult for her to do basic tasks now so heavy with child. He wanted to help her, now more than ever.

With a nod and a small kiss to her nose, he rose from the bed, determined with his goal. He walked towards his pile, examining each article carefully. They were his own clothes, it shouldn't be difficult to dress oneself, after all. Just one piece at a time.

After several minutes, he did indeed dress himself. All his ties and strings were in place, tied neatly. Only one or two things were still askew but he was comfortable with this. His mission was just to dress himself and his wife, not to make sure they were immaculate for a visiting noble or something.

Next, he examined Houki's garments, similar to his own save for a few key items. Under clothes were pretty much the same, as was the kimono itself. Her blue jacket he could understand. Her obi and sashes, however, were a little confusing to him. He'd seen plenty of women in town and castle maids wearing bows with their sashes, but to make one with his own hands confounded him. Even the book he read over last night also called them a mystery. Mitsunari frowned.

He could ask Lord Hideyoshi about how to make one since he was regularly correcting others about their crooked obis and fixing them as needed, but he did want to try it on his own first. Houki would know how to tie the ribbon in the back, surely. The maids taught her and she learns things so quickly.

Maybe that should be his course of action, ask for her help as he's helping her get dressed. He nodded again, turning when he heard her stirring behind him. Mitsunari smiled brightly.

"Good morning, my love," he said quietly, kneeling by her side, "I still adore waking by your side."

"Good morning, Mitsunari," she said, her voice still heavy with sleep. "But, you're already dressed."

"Lord Hideyoshi is coming by soon, so I wanted to wake up early to help you get dressed."

Houki reached for her glasses, sitting just at the edge of her pillow, but Mitsunari grabbed them, remembering to grab by the frames rather than the glass and handed them to her.

"Are you sure?"

"I am. I want to help you."

She nods, still affected with sleep.

"Thank you. I appreciate it."

Mitsunari holds out his hand for her hand, helping her to stand on her feet. Kitty flicked her ear, still sleeping on his robes.

"Is he kicking?"

"Not yet. I guess he wore himself out last night."

"He must have been intrigued by the story we were reading to him."

"It was quite exciting. I even dreamed about the story, with our little boy in it."

"You see him in your dreams?"

"Sometimes. It's how I'm sure he's going to be a boy. The maids have been placing bets ever since I started showing."

"I've heard whispers of Lord Mitsuhide running bets as well."

"I didn't doubt he would. Lord Hideyoshi wasn't pleased with him."

She looked down at her stomach, slightly peeking through her sleeping kimono.

"What do you think?"

"I trust your judgement, but… even if we turn out to be wrong, we'll still love them regardless if they are a boy or girl."

Houki nodded and started taking her off her robe, Mitsunari helping her take it off the rest of the way. He then picked up her inner kimono, slipping it over her arms. He then moved in front of her, adjusting the fabric so it closed over her properly. He then repeated the process with her outer kimono, adjusting as needed.

"One of the older maids gave me the wider obi sashes," Houki said, "She said it help her in her pregnancies, saved her back when the baby started getting heavy. They seem to be starting to be fashionable amongst the nobility."

"I've started to notice them more often whenever noble ladies visit Lord Nobunaga and Lord Hideyoshi. Perhaps it's more comfortable?"

"It's… more supportive, I suppose. My back doesn't hurt as much when I wear them."

"Is he starting to get too heavy?"

"A little bit. I don't mind, as it's a good sign he's growing and healthy."

Mitsunari rubbed her lower back and kissed her temple.

"Let me know if it starts hurting too much. I want you to let me take care of you."

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Ophelia

(Revenge, "You make me feel complete with your love.")

"Thank you for your kindness, Abbess." Two monks bowed to Ophelia, accepting the folded robes from her pale hands.

"Thank you for trusting me with the mending work." She bowed in return, "I know how important keeping up with one's clothes is."

"It looks a little different to the stitching that I'm used to, but it looks stronger than before."

"I grew with quite a number of younger siblings!" She smiled, "The stitching had to be strong to withstand the test of time and rambunctious little ones testing out their hand-me-downs."

"Ah, that makes sense."

"Thank you again, for making such quick repairs."

"You are welcome. I hope that you will come to me again if you need any more mending."

They both bowed once again, leaving Ophelia to stand in the hall entrance, a hand on her hip.

Moments later, a familiar hand found her shoulder, making her smile.

"So that's what you up doing for so many nights."

"Needlework isn't that hard for me. It was a common expected duty of a wife back home."

"Yet, your handiwork was remarkable, even for some simple repairs."

"Like I said, I had a lot of siblings that were always up to something." She shrugged, nonchalant.

"I would also like to point out that eavesdropping is an unbecoming, dear Abbot."

Kennyo chuckled.

"Forgive my curiosity. You refused to tell me what or why you were sewing so long into the night. I was starting to get worried."

Ophelia placed her hand on top of his, resting on her shoulder.

"Or jealous, perhaps? I was sure you'd recognize the robes of your own temple."

"Sewing a man's robe that wasn't my own, jealousy was starting to sew it's seeds into my heart, I'll admit."

Ophelia chuckled.

"But I had no doubts that your intentions were pure."

"Oh? You trust me that much?"

"You did promise me that no other man would make another hole in your heart, once upon a time."

"I suppose I did say that."

"And I wouldn't let you stray that far."

"Oh, would you now?"

"You mean too much to me for me to let you go, now."

"Hmm… I'm inclined to agree. I like you a little too much to leave you now."

"Only like, dearest?"

"Just a little bit."

He moved his hand from her shoulder, only to intertwine their fingers.

"Shame, I was hoping it was a little more than like."

"How much do you want me to like you, then?"

"Enough to make me feel complete with your love."

"A tall order, I hope you understand."

"I'm sure you'll try your best, Abbess." He pressed her hand against his cheek.

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Thea

(Scholar, "I don't understand people at all… yet I found myself quite curious to know everything about you.")

"Thanks for coming out with me today, Isaac." Thea smiled back at her companion, "I really appreciate it."

Isaac looked down at the street, unsuccessfully at hiding the pink on his cheeks.

"Sebas was busy with chores today, so he couldn't come. And Theo's always busy with selling paintings." She chattered away. "So, thanks again. I don't think we've really had a chance to spend time together yet, have we?"

Isaac said nothing. Thea only grinned more.

"Let see. We ordered Leonardo's cigarillos and some more fruit to be delivered later. We got the different brands of blue inks for Mozart and Arthur, since they like using blue ink in their work, but not the same one at Mozart's insistence. It's a little silly, if you think about it, all this fuss over different brands of ink. Not even the same specific brands each time either. One time I got them mixed up and neither of them seemed to notice. It was kind of funny, when I told Sebas about it."

"You…" Isaac mumbled.

"Hm?" Thea stopped and looked back at Isaac, the blush stronger on his face.

"You… talk a lot."

Thea laughed softly.

"Sorry, forgot you're not much for talking." She put her hand on her hip. "If it bothers you, just tell me to shut my pie hole. No hard feelings on my part, I know I talk a lot. My dad Liam complained about my chattering all the time. Only for Papa Beni to swoop in and starting chatting with me too, just to get on Liam's nerves."

"Dad? Papa?"

"They're my fathers. Well, they took in my mom and me when we had nowhere else to go. They're not my dads in the biological sense. just practically raised me from the ground up. They were all friends when they were young, my mom, Liam and Beni. They refused to let their friend be homeless."

"They… they sound nice."

"I wish you could meet them." She smiled, "Well, if they can get over me time-travelling to the past and meeting famous figures of the past that have been turned into vampires first."

Isaac didn't say anything, letting the freckled girl chatter on as much as her heart desired. He didn't like that she prattled on so much, but he knew he wasn't great at starting conversations (or keeping them going, really), so really, the fact that she didn't seem bothered by him being quiet at all was both relieving and a little unnerving. Not that she ever ignored him, she was attentive when he had something to say, but still, he should be contributing to the conversation more, surely?

The crowds were getting denser, Isaac noticed. Thea was tall, but it didn't bode well if he lost her in the crowd. Would Theo come after him if he lost her? Would Arthur? The thought irritated him.

He then heard the sound of screams of horses and fast spinning wheels. Of course, someone was speeding through the street when there was high foot traffic-!

Isaac reached out thoughtlessly, grabbing a hold of Thea's warm hand, just as the careening carriage turned the corner, narrowly missing the girl, thankfully only blowing back her hat. She whipped her head around, looking angry at the fleeing vehicle.

"Hey! Slow down, asshole! Il y a des gens qui marchent ici, connard!"

Isaac flushed pink, embarrassed.

"Honestly," Thea huffed, "the nerve of some people! It's only gonna get worse when cars start getting mass-manufactured. Man…"

Isaac was still too stunned to speak, looking stupefied at their still joined hands.

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Abby

(Monster, "I'm Not Worthy of Love")

The library this time of night, usually a quiet place that was often the favored place for the more solitary residents (or even the ones that just wanted a place to nap) but at this time, there was two of the residents there together at the table, the scratching of pens against paper filling the silence. Abby looked on as Jean made broad, careful marks in his notebook, his writing script not unlike a small child just learning their letters. She was proud of him, learning a valuable skill practically taken for granted in her time. Watching an adult struggle with something so basic and commonplace as reading and writing, it made her think more considerately, as Jean had come from a time where reading and writing had only been taught to a select few. It wouldn't do to tease him that came so naturally to her. Sword fighting didn't come to her naturally like it did for Jean, after all.

After a quiet pause, Jean stopped and put his pen down, comparing his scratches to Abby's much more experienced handwriting.

"You're improving," she said with a small smile. "The shakiness will go away with practice."

Jean nodded, confident in his own way.

"You have been patient with me, mademoiselle."

"Writing and reading are valuable skills." she explained. "It'll help with your business a-and you can keep up with events, like reading the paper like Theo does each morning."

He nodded, looking over the work again. He then closed the book.

"I want to try reading again."

"O-okay!" Abby stood up from her chair, looking over the tomes surrounding the two of them. "What would you like to try tonight? Sebas helped me pick out some easy readers at the book market when it was in town the other day."

"The Ugly Duckling."

"The Ugly Duckling?"

"Hmm." Jean nodded.

They had read it several times, Abby thought, picking it from the nearby shelf.

"Do you like the story?"

"I relate to it the most."

"A-ah, I see." She sat beside him again and opened up to the first page. "What do you find most relatable about it?"

"The duckling being ostracized because of his appearance. My brothers often teased me for having a feminine face. And…" His singular eye looked to the side, looking at the patch over his other eye.

"Yes, the story certainly doesn't shy away from telling the reader that if you don't have a pleasing appearance, you will be teased mercilessly… and bullied."

"Do you find the story relatable too, Mademoiselle?"

"…Yes, I do."

"But you are beautiful."

Abby blushed bright red, her eyes wide.

"T-Thank you."

"Were you bullied, then?"

Abby froze.

"No, you're beautiful, so you couldn't have been." Jean relaxed his grip on his sword, talking to himself. Abby closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath.

"I wasn't good enough, actually." she clenched her hands in her lap.

"Hmm?"

"When you try the best you can and it's not enough." Abby sighed. "That the things you love and care about, aren't worth much in the grand scheme of things."

Jean was silent.

"People can be cruel, sometimes, until you meet some high… high standard that shouldn't be-"

Abby put a hand over her mouth, realizing what she was saying.

"B-but, that's enough about me. We're supposed to be reading? Do you want to read to me this time? I bet you've gotten better with how much you've been practicing."

Jean stared at her, his dark eye staring at her curiously. He then reached for her hand cradling her face, pulling it away and holding it gingerly.

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Miri

"Oi! Hey!"

The biting wind cut into his skin, not helped at all by the somber atmosphere with the angels. And watching his younger brothers being dragged under the ice didn't help either. He knew they were all tough, of course, they would join up with them eventually, but right now, he was the only one left to look after Miri and she wasn't looking so hot either. Well, the icy wind probably did most of that, but she didn't look physically well either. His suspicions were confirmed when he felt a small, human hand grabbing onto his unexpectedly, and, while she wasn't a demon like Diavolo where his hand was so hot it made his palms sweat, Miri's hand was too cold for a human.

"Sorry," she apologized, looking down.

"Don't just go grabbing like that, kid!"

Her hand was like the ice they were walking on. Mammon frowned.

"You okay?" he asked, "Did you grab me because you're cold or because you're scared?"

"…Both."

Her shivering was much more obvious now that they were connected.

"Not like you to get scared."

"I still get scared sometimes. A lot of times, actually."

"Worried about Lucifer?"

"Yeah."

Mammon sighed and gripped her hand tighter.

"We'll find him, stupid. And make him pay for putting us through all of this. Only fitting, if you ask me."

Mammon snorted.

"He's gonna owe us big time. I mean, really. Bringing all of to the lowest level of Cocytus, freezing our asses off. Even Simeon, Luke, and Solomon are worried about him. Hells, we even got Mephisto, of all people, helping us get that jerk back. So, don't worry so much."

Miri looked up, seeing Mammon's grin.

[krys-loves-otome]

OC Brain Rot Introductions

After making the first post with Thea and Abby, I realized that I didn't have an intro post introducing the character or to formally address what these kind of posts are going to be about (aside what I put in Thea and Abby's first post)

OC Brain Rot (based on this post here originally) are posts where I ramble off about my OCs and what they're up to currently outside of my writings and arts. In essence, these are brain dump posts. Sometimes they might be a couple of sentences and half-formed ideas, others might go into meta involving my ocs and whichever game they are a part of. Sometimes it might also include simple screaming, you just never know.

Brain rots will also NOT be spoiler-free! I'll usually note at the top of each post if there are going to be spoilers. Content and trigger warnings will also be noted in the beginning and in the tags where applicable.

OC Brain Rot is also open to questions towards and about the OCs themselves. They might even answer your questions themselves!

I've decided that, instead of having a separate tumblr blog (since I have like four of them at this current moment in time), I'll just make little posts about the ocs on main since I'm not especially active here as I'd like to be outside of queued posts and I have answered some questions in my OC's voices on this blog before (like this one from Houki giving her opinion on IkeSen's Masamune) and would like to get back into doing something like that.

Brain rots are also mostly going to involve my otome/dating sim OCs, but everyone is also welcome to ask about my original ocs and, if you're really curious, about older ocs that I've made for other fandoms outside of the otome/dating sim ones.

Below the cut, I've also put short intros for each of my ocs as quick reference for future brain rot posts. Longer, more detailed profiles will be made at a later date, but these will serve as little reminders for where this oc is coming from when I make future oc brain rot posts.

For other posts involving my OCs, here's my writing masterlist for them

Thanks for stopping by lovelies and hope to hear from you again soon!

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Houki of Jiyel, "Houki"

Preferred Pronouns: She/Her

Game: Ikemen Sengoku

Suitor: Mitsunari Ishida

Age: Early 20s

Physical Description: Short stature and chubby, large, bright green eyes, long straight black hair (that looks blue in certain lights), light to medium skin, wears round glasses

Personality: Quiet, Introverted, Observant

Brief History: A transplant MC from a different game, Houki was a noble lady sent on a diplomatic mission to strengthen ties between her home nation and six other kingdoms, mainly through the means of political marriage and alliances. Her plans were interrupted when she arrived in Sengoku era Japan and is now trying to find a way back to her home world to complete her original goal.

Misc. Fact: She loves reading more than anything in the world. It is her favorite pastime and is more often than not found reading some tome at almost any point in the day.

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Ophelia of Revaire, "Ophelia"

Preferred Pronouns: She/Her

Game: Ikemen Sengoku

Suitor: Kennyo

Age: Late 20s

Physical Description: Pale skin and hair (chin length and straight, parted to her right, our left), medium height, thin and willowy, dark red eyes, chin mole towards the right side (our left) of her face

Personality: Calculating, calm, refined

Brief History: Another transplant MC from a different game (same game as Houki), she was on the same diplomatic mission as Houki, but for different reasons. Born into a poor noble family, Ophelia has spent most of her life trying to bring up her family's position, was even briefly married for the cause, but thanks to her previous husband's passing, she's needing to social climb again to keep her family afloat, thus joining in her country's call for this diplomatic mission, hoping to marry rich. Being transported to Sengoku era Japan was not on her agenda and she's definitely not happy about this new life turn.

Misc. Fact: She has eight younger siblings, six sisters and two brothers.

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Dorothea "Thea" Reid

Preferred Pronouns: She/Her

Game: Ikemen Vampire

Suitor: Theodorus van Gogh, Arthur Conan Doyle

Age: Early 20s

Physical Description: Fair skin with lots of freckles, esp on her face and shoulders, long reddish-brown hair that she keeps in a braid most of the time, large blue eyes, medium-tall-ish height (just shy of Theo's eye level)

Personality: Friendly, outgoing, stubborn

Brief History: A lover of history and fashion, Thea had combined her love of both and had just finished her degree to be a fashion historian, and thought to reward herself after finishing college by taking a trip to Paris! Who knew a trip to the Louvre would start her biggest adventure yet?

Misc. Fact: Always wearing something either historical or historically inspired, like long skirts and embroidered blouses.

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Abigail "Abby" Clarke

Preferred Pronouns: She/Her

Game: Ikemen Vampire

Suitor: Vincent van Gogh

Age: Early 20s

Physical Description: Short-medium height, blonde bob/short hair that she grows longer to shoulder length as she ages, warm brown eyes, fair skin

Personality: Quiet, meek, curious

Brief History: Escaping from a bad situation, Abby finds herself in Paris, admiring the art and history that the city has to offer. Running into a mysterious gentleman that helps her escape some hooligans, she accidentally follows him through his magical time door and ends up in the 19th century! What's a girl to do now?

Misc. Fact: Her favorite hobbies are drawing and photography, though she wasn't really able to explore them as she liked in her previous life. She thrives under the tutelage of history's greats in Comte's mansion.

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Madeline "Maddie" Fleming

Preferred Pronouns: She/Her

Game: Ikemen Revolution

Suitor: Harr Silver

Age: 30

Physical Description: Short and curvy, greenish grey short hair that's wavy, wine red eyes, light medium skin, ears pierced (once in each lobe, and two at the top of each ear, making a total of six piercings)

Personality: Outgoing, caring, fun

Brief History: Visiting her grandparents in London, Maddie had found herself in James Park, meeting with a nice, if absent-minded gentleman. She had tried to return his lost pocket watch to him, but she accidentally follows him back to Cradle, starting her journey to unlocking powers she previously didn't know she had and to bringing peace between the two warring armies fighting over the magical wonderland she had found herself in.

Misc. Fact: Her power manifests itself mostly in non-living items. When she was younger, she made fake flowers to give to people she knew, singing to them as she worked. Her flowers would then take on characteristics she was singing about (a la Sophie from Howl's Moving Castle book version). Her flowers could make you have more luck on a test or even give you the confidence to confess to your crush! But be careful if you piss her off as her negative vibes can transfer to her targeted item and turn it cursed!

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Clara Laurent

Preferred Pronouns: She/Her

Game: Ikemen Prince

Suitor: Nokto Klein

Age: 27

Physical Description: Medium skin tone, wavy dark brown hair usually kept in a low bun, short to medium height, pink eyes

Personality: Serious, stubborn, kind

Brief History: A ward of Mr. Akatsuki, she was taken in by bookstore owner at a young age, growing up around books and a love of learning. During a festival, she met with a few of Rhodolite's princes, their interactions watched by Sariel, the prime minister, looking for candidates to be the next Belle, a person with a pure heart that chooses the next king of their country. She is chosen for this role, using her best judgement to make the right choice for her tiny kingdom, especially with the loom threat of war on their heels.

Misc. Fact: Her favorite book series is the Midnight Cinderella saga, telling the varying adventures of a commoner chosen to rule over the fictious kingdom of Wysteria. Her favorite in the series is Byron.

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Miriam "Miri"

Preferred Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them

Game: Obey Me!

Suitor: Lucifer

Age: Early 20s in season 1, close to late-20s by season 4/nightbringer's timeline

Physical Description: Medium-dark skin tone, pink curly hair that gets to its longest by season 4 (which is mid back), purple to pink gradient eyes, short stature, her pact marks glow when she's actively using her pact bonds. Pact mark locations include: Chest over her heart (Lucifer), behind her right ear (Mammon), Left knee (Leviathan), Right forearm (Satan), Lower back (Asmo), Stomach above the navel (Beel), Neck right on her windpipe (Belphie). Post Season 2, she has Lucifer's Ring of Light on her left hand ring finger. Season 3 and beyond, she has her Sorcerer's Society Tattoo on the back of her right hand, along with a ring on her middle finger that signifies she's a sorcerer and a member of the Sorcerer's Society, given to her by Solomon.

Personality: Curious, kind, stubborn

Brief History: Arriving in Devildom as a little pink sheep, Miri works to find a way to turn herself back into a human, which leads her to being made an exchange student at RAD, a school-like organization run by the devildom prince Diavolo, who hopes to bring the three realms together into peaceful relations. While staying in devildom, she is taken in by a group of powerful demon brothers, former angels from the Celestial Realm fallen from grace. In order to turn herself back into a human, she needs their power and she makes pacts with each to gain their help and support. As her bonds grow stronger with the brothers, so too does her own power, coming to a realization that she is a sorcerer in later seasons, learning to control her powers and to use her powers for good and to help Diavolo's cause to bring the three realms to peace.

Misc. Fact: She loves sweets and hates spicy things. She has a healthy fear of Mammon's extra spicy ramen and refuses it every time it's offered to her. Even regular ramen makes her suspicious after having sampled Mammon's favorite once.

[krys-does-art-stuff]

Ophelia and Kennyo in the snow! From the Tis the Season challenge

Original post with lil bit of story here!

January 2023