#She has cute short hair that's always different colors so I thought she could use a white velvet twist band for a bunch of different fits

[creepyscritches]

While she was cutting my hair I kept like 👁️👁️ analyzing my stylist's sweater trying to reverse engineer that thang mentally and I think I might have 80% of this crochet sweater pattern mentally pirated

[ddollfface]

𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐥

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗔𝘁𝗵𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

"You're as hot as the bottom of my laptop, mamas ;)."

Trigger Warnings; gaslighting, manipulation, somewhat spreading misinformation, hinting at yandere behaviors, fluff, PDA, reader is referred to as a girl, honestly this is pretty tame lol If I missed anything, then please let me know ♡ Just a few headcanons on a new OC. And, just so you know, when I was writing this, I had an afab!reader in mind! If you have any requests, idk why you would, but send them in! I hope you enjoy:)))

Never, ever refers to you as your given name. He prefers to call you by some type of nickname or pet name, depending on his mood. His go-to is mamas, sweet cheeks, baby cakes, hot stuff, good-lookin', and so much more. Honestly, he could go on all day, just listing different pet names he has for you. At this point, it's become a source of entertainment for you, trying to see what odd name he'll call you. Come on, you don't like that nickname, sugar plum? How about dolly? Baby girl? Pumpkin? I don't know, you look like an angel, baby.

Though you'll admit it, it's somewhat endearing to hear, especially when you know he's only called you these cute names. But at a certain point, it gets embarrassing... Like does your mama need to know that he calls you bubble butt, of all things? Let me answer that for you, no, no she does not. If anything, that's something she should never, ever know.

He demands that you come to his games; he doesn't want you to miss a single one. He'll show up to your house at the crack of dawn, on a Saturday, and drag you out of bed to bring you to his game. He doesn't give too shits if your hair looks like a mess or if you're still in your jams. Nope, not at all. If anything, he likes it. He thinks you're adorable with your Hello Kitty booty shorts.

He just wants you there, to support him. He wants to have his own personal cheerleader, someone who he can come to after the game, and give a hug too.

While the thought behind it is endearing and cute, that doesn't change the fact that he's just so pushy. He won't give up, no matter what. If he says you're going, then you're going. You don't get a say in the matter 'cause if you refuse to go, then he's going to bring out the waterworks. He's going to look at you with the saddest eyes you can imagine, there's even tears. He'll cock his head to the side and question you, asking why don't you want to support me? What happened to 'friends first? Remember when I went to that stupid party 'cause ya' didn't want to be alone? Where's my payback, yeah?

He'll use emotional manipulation to get what he wants, making you out to be the bag guy, instead of him. His guilt-tripping usually always works, well, so far it has. And now you're at some stupid hockey game, wrapped up in his jacket, wearing his team colors. Great, now people are asking how you bagged a guy like him. Jesus, where'd they get that idea from? You're not even dating...

Well, that's what you think. Little do you know, he's been going around town tellin' everyone about you. He'll hype you up to his buddies, rambling on and on about how you smell, how your cheeks puff up when you smile, and God, you're so pretty when you're sleeping. Wow, he doesn't mean that in a creepy way! Why would you think of it like that? Because he's just admiring the prettiest girl in school! Don't you know, mamas? You being here makes me the luckiest guy in town, yeah?

He's just so God damn touchy; people can't help but think ya'll are dating. Everything about your relationship screams dating. He's always got an arm around your shoulder, and if he's feeling really ballsy, he'll place a hand on your hip. Though those moments are far in between, seeing as you'll give him a hard side-eye when he does it.

But the PDA doesn't stop there. He'll hold your hand, claiming that he's just warming your hands. After all, it's pretty cold in the winter, yeah? He's just looking out for you, nothing to freak out over. Sometimes, he'll hug you a little too tight, and for a little too long. His touch lingers for such a prolonged time it causes you to look up at him with a questioning look.

Of course, he's the master of diverting your questions, shifting your conversations from his touchy behavior to finals. And this does nothing but piss you off, but it's hard to stay mad at him when he looks at you like that. The way he scoots his chair closer to yours, intertwining your pinkies together, and smiling at you like a dork. The way he'll bring you coffee (or warm tea, depending on your preference) during a cold morning, always making sure his baby's all warm. Or how he'll cover for you when you're late to a lecture, stalling the class for a few minutes, just enough for you to slip into class unnoticed.

All these small things let you forget about why you were even mad in the first place! I mean, what could he have done wrong? It couldn't be that bad right?

And just like that, you walk right back into his arms, not knowing that he's the one you should be running from. You're such a stupid girl, aren't you? Don't worry, I'll take care of you babes.

[cowgirlcherrie]

college! abby headcanons

 ⊹༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙

warnings: 18+ MDNI, contains both fluff and a smidge of smut, strap, touching, petnames, cursing, weed, Ellie n Abby are friends in this, suggestive in some parts

a/n: no bc I actually drooool at the thought of college abby, so here are some head-canons I have for her, feel free to request in my ask box for ellie or abby, maybe even both, my asks box is always open so don’t shy away from sending what you want to see, but other than that, reader is CANONLY black in this, so some of the points kind of cater to a black! reader specifically (like descriptions etc) but I hope you enjoy this, much love always

༓ Oh my gosh don't get me started, college Abby is literally different

༓ Actually is succeeding academically, she is crazy smart and her GPA is high

༓ a lot of it stems from the fact that she hates letting new people into her circle, so she has grown a comfortable balance in her campus social life

༓ Always has her headphones in, that's her silent way of saying don't talk to me

༓ So many people have a crush on her but she literally does not careee

༓ The first time she met you though, she was willing to bend her no new friends rule, but you weren't exactly new

༓ Abby didn't realize how little she paid attention until a particular afternoon, when you walked up to the lunch table, that sat herself, Ellie (her roommate), and Ellie's girlfriend Dina who happened to be yours.

༓ Your appearance is what struck her, lips parting at the sight of you, practically drooling at the table. Ellie could only smirk from Abby's left watching the girl's brain combust at the sight of you. Your hair was braided, with your edges swooped softly, glossed lips, and stacked bracelets on your wrist. The colors of your outfit complimented your skin really well making making Abby suddenly feel hot.

༓ Your voice too! oh, Abby was heated, it was soft like butter and silk, the way you annunciated your words with a faint accent to them.

༓Abby watched the way your hips moved as you walked away from the table, you cutely waving at everyone including herself.

༓ "Who was that" Abby rushes, snatching the headphones off of her ears and pulling out the Instagram app on her phone to quickly type your name in with ease.

༓ "Really Abby it's been 4 months, that's my roommate y/n, and before you ask, yes! they’re gay"

༓ Oh Abby is and was obsessed with you, she always wanted you to be around and would even ask if you would join them when the group was hanging out

༓ "Oh my god, just fuck already" Ellie moaned in annoyance rubbing her temples, "Both of you are pissing me off"

༓ Anonymous tip masc2masc, Ellie basically told Abby that you were just as heated about her as she was for you, and that was like music to her ears.

༓ Abby works out all the time, no doubt

༓ the type to use the pull-up bar, with one hand, while reading with the other

༓ Abby is an R&B enjoyer, smooth jams, 90s classics

༓ totally listens to Brent Faiyaz, not because she's toxic or anything she just likes his music

༓ You were a bit thrown when she turned on Aaliyah and Ginuwine and she actually knew the lyrics word for word

༓ Abby does end up joining a sports team, either lacrosse or soccer, maybe even both when she feels ambitious

༓ Abby comes to Dina's dorm looking for Ellie only to be met by a tired you opening the door, in both a bonnet and your pajamas. Even when you weren't wearing any makeup you looked beautiful to her, she was infatuated.

"Ellie here?" Abby cleared her throat scratching at the back of her neck, her hair was free from its usual braid, flowing down her back in uniform as she wore a black hoodie that clung to her body just right, and black basketball shorts to match.

"Abby you speak?" you questioned, having to pinch yourself a few times to see if it was a dream.

"b'quiet pretty, answer the question"

༓ Abby must have been lucky that night, because not only were the two sleeping but that now left you and herself alone at the ripe hour of 10:30pm

༓ That night resulted in you tangled in Abby's sheets while her name left your mouth. Abby got a rise out of hearing you scream it, not caring about the curfew that the dorms had in place that might even result in her getting a noise complaint from the RA's.

༓ "you━ look so...pretty under me"Abby grunted out sparsely between each stroke that she gave you with her strap, her face was by your ear to whisper every little thought she's had about you inside, "mmm━ fuck... d-do you know how long I waited for this sweetheart"

༓ definitely doesn't one night stand you, y'all start exclusively seeing each other after that night and Abby doesn't hear the end of it from Ellie

༓ Abby, like Ellie, is so touchy with you that it serves as a way for her to tell you that she's right there with you without verbally saying it.

༓ Definitely keeps one hand on your thigh

༓ When you see her after doing well on a quiz or exam she always tells you that she "has a treat for you" which is really just an endless night of her fucking you.

༓ Believe it or not, Abby actually does go to the library, considering that recently the dorm has gotten loud (by loud, weed loud...Ellie) she does all her work in the library to avoid succumbing to cyphing with Ellie, which she can't because she gets drug-tested for sports.

༓ Only late to class if she doesn't like the professor

༓ Dina is letting her in all the time while you're sleeping and she just sits next to your sleeping body, rubbing her ring-coated fingers across your cheeks as she browsed the internet

༓ captain and leader of the 'u up?' text club

༓ considering that Abby braids her own hair, she is determined to learn how to braid yours as well so she can help you with your protective styles

༓ literally such a good girlfriend and academic god in one, Ellie and Dina were surprised it took the two of you 4 months to actually meet .

[sixosix]

I DRIVE DOWN DIFFERENT ROADS | S. HEIZOU

“you look so pretty,” the stranger with twin moles murmurs, “like it’d be a crime not to want you.”

or, you met a detective once on an unexpected night; fate decides that it won’t be the last time

tags cw drunk character, POV meet-cute and he makes a fool out of himself but u want him anw, drunk heizou, pre-relationship, bff!kazuha

a/n wc 1500, wow this is the longest i’ve written this month!

next part

inazuma wasn’t your first region of destination in mind when listing down vacation ideas. going on vacation wasn’t even on your to-do list—it has been that way for the past three years. 

“don’t be ashamed to ask. you know i would say yes,” yelan, your distant relative who is somewhat of a mentor to you, had told you herself when you briefly mentioned your plans.

yet as you trek through the dewy grass of chinju forest, you mourn all those years when you could’ve taken in inazuma’s sights much earlier when you needed it the most.

chinju forest is completely different from liyue harbor. it’s dim; the sun mysteriously never rises, and it’s filled with flowers—the same ones that glimmer so brightly that everything about the forest looks blue, overpowering the lanterns and candles spread throughout. and although it doesn’t feel like home, you wouldn’t mind spending a few months or so in here.

liyue harbor is always bright with splashes of color: bustling with merchants and tourists, with storytellers and friends you see on occasion. friends who wanted you to see the beauty of other places, too.

kazuha had let you in on his plan to return to inazuma for a bit to visit old friends—and since the traveler had worked the traveler magic on inazuma, too, it became safe enough for kazuha to invite you along with it.

it took some convincing and some restless nights of you imagining yelan saying no, but it turns out she is more than happy to send you off to another region, oceans away. says she could use one herself. and now here you are, freely exploring, taking in new, breathtaking sights, meeting new people, fawning over their food, realizing the world is much bigger than you thought.

and also stumbling into a drunk man tipping side-to-side as he weaves through the forest.

cautiously, you sneak behind a tree, watching the inebriated stranger walk like he’s about to twirl around, catch his own feet over his ankle, and fall face-first.

he looks young. if he were next to you in liyue they’d assume he’s exactly your age, with unruly hair and a short height. in the soft, blue glow of the forest’s fluorescent flowers, this stranger looks like the type of handsome you’ve read in books. soft, striking.

“who’s there?”

your eyebrows shoot up in disbelief. for someone barely able to walk a straight line, he’s able to sense your presence the moment your breath hitched; a concealed disturbance in the air.

should you leave?

unfortunately, the thought that kazuha would want you to guide this vulnerable man back to the city torments your conscience. even if you’re oceans away, protecting people and keeping them safe is still your duty.

with a sigh, you step out from the shadows, catching the way the man takes your figure in with squinted eyes. you respond with an inquisitive expression, and he stumbles nearer.

“there…there are— are they still chasing…?” he asks, and you first notice how he has a mole under each eye.

“chasing you? are you a criminal?”

“what….” he looks around, head spinning so fast even you got a little dizzy. “criminal? where?” he garbles, looking as if he’s a second away from throwing up.

“no, i’m asking you— ugh, never mind. who’re you?” you hold him up by the arm, feeling merciful. his weight suddenly doubles as he leans over you, leaving you no choice but to pin him against the tree to keep him from falling.

“the name— i’m,” he manages to say, his words sticking together stubbornly. “shikanoin…sharpest, most successful—”

“okay, okay,” you exhale loudly, not understanding a thing, “let’s just go back.”

“who are… you?” he asks, spitting the last word out, trying to mimic your tone. it fails miserably. his eyes widen as if he sees you for the first time. “oh, wow… you’re pretty. wow. where did you come from? why are you holding me up like this? are you weird?”

baffled by the onslaught of questions, you can only blink at him incredulously. “i’m not a weirdo! i’m trying to help you. you’re drunk out of your mind. and alone!” how did he even get here?

“you look so pretty,” he murmurs instead, “like it’d be a crime not to want you.”

this is getting nowhere.

you pull away in favor of checking if the stranger has anything of use to you. all you can note is a sheathed jitte, a particularly revealing top, and an anemo vision. he wavers again with the loss of your support, resulting in you reflexively reaching out to hold onto the side of his torso. where it’s bare.

“you— you like what you see?” he slurs, and impressively strikes a million-dollar smile despite the droop of his eyes and flush on his face.

“not at all,” you lie. “let’s get back to the city.”

you are, to be frank, tired and ready to slack off for the rest of the day, finding kazuha be damned. staying too long in chinju forest messed with your sense of time; you were expecting sunrise by the time you returned to the city, yet it had only just set.

( not to mention, on the entire way back, the stranger kept talking your ear off, going on and on about how extraordinary and young he is—how pretty you are and how mystified he is. you can guess what his role is here in inazuma judging from his jitte, though you hardly care about how his superiors belittle him and how he laughs in their faces when he solves cases they rip their “receding” hair off dealing with. )

men dressed in various shades of purple saw you dragging him and rushed over to you, crowding over and filling up the small circle with more stench of alcohol. they were all varying levels of drunk, which explains a lot of what happened to the one you met. one of them apologized profusely, though you weren’t listening at all, gaze caught on the way they dragged your stranger away, verbally assaulted with berating left and right.

they were holding him by the arms, looking too much like an apprehended criminal. all that you could think back to was the way he was staring intently at you, too, as if he can’t take his eyes off.

“he’s not usually like this.” the man apologizing is still talking, you faintly realize, zoning back in—yet your eyes never strayed, even as your stranger is far enough to be out of earshot. “he got too competitive.”

“it’s fine,” you say, clipped. “did he win?”

he blinks. “did he— sorry, what?”

“did he win?”

“...yes.” the man’s brows furrow, looking confused.

you bow in respect, smiling politely when your head tilts back up. “i’ll take my leave now, thank you.”

two days later

kaedehara kazuha sits on a rock, watching the sun rise in silence that you quickly disrupt the moment you spot the mop of light hair. he turns his head curiously, having noticed you before you even spoke.

“kazuha!” you exclaim, picking up your pace. “kazuha, there you are. i couldn’t find you at all yesterday. you should’ve seen it—gorou showed me some good views of watatsumi island.”

“i apologize…” he says sheepishly, and to his credit, he does look guilty. “did you have fun? a friend caught wind of my return and whisked me away before i could warn you.”

you laugh, nudging your shoulder with his. “it’s alright. it’s what you’re here for, isn’t it?”

“how are you liking inazuma so far?” he asks, shifting to give you more space.

you try to think back to the beauty of watatsumi, gorou’s enthusiasm, and kokomi’s hospitality, but all you can think of is luminescent flowers and twin moles and your hands meeting a bare waist instead of fabric.

“i met this drunk guy in chinju forest. he was just really weird, though, no one worth worrying over,” you recount, pointedly leaving out other details. “i helped him get back in the city. reminds me of what i had to do to you and beidou.” 

“sounds eventful,” kazuha muses, hiding a smile behind a leaf he had snatched out of the air. “where did you leave him off?”

“some guys took him. his co-workers, maybe. hope he doesn’t get fired, poor guy.” you’re starting to not like kazuha’s stare, like he can see the images you’re getting in your head. swiftly, you change the topic back to him. “how about you? what were you doing yesterday?”

“well.” he clears his throat, straightening. hesitantly: “you see—and please, hear me out before you say anything—this friend of mine wants to meet you. urgently, in fact.”

“in a few hours, if possible, he said.”

kazuha should’ve started the conversation with that.

a/n no way heizou fic No way...... no way!!! anyway this was actually rlly fun to write i love heizou so much i can only hope i do him justice in the next part where i have to write him in all his heizou glory </3 title is from ts song guess which one

[raydays-swap-au]

Rayday's Swap AU ~ Lute

I somehow stopped procrastinating and finished swap!Lute. Her and Emily honestly look so cute together imo :3

More information about the design + "sprite" under the cut

Hairstyle - Her hairstyle honestly didn't change much from canon. Like, sure, it's different, but I mainly just made her bangs a lot longer, and changed the back of her hair ( it's longer and styled to sort of fluff upwards. )

Why I chose to gave her long hair - I decided to make her hair longer is due to Vaggie growing her hair out in canon after arriving in Hell. While we've only seen 2 exorcists without their mask, ( not counting Adam, ) both of them have had short hair while an exorcist. I assume most of them will have short hair, not only because it's easier to keep under a mask, but also because it makes it harder to grab onto it during combat. On top of that growing your hair our and/or cutting it can often be empowering depending on your background, so I assumed it would be similar to canon!Vaggie and swap!Lute

Bow placement change - Canon!Vaggie has her bow on the back of her head, obviously, but due to Lute's hairstyle it didn't make much sense to put it there. At first I thought of putting it as her necktie, but I instead decided to use it as a belt sort of thing.

The color of her bow/crossed eye and her shirt being different - Canon!Vaggie has all three mentioned characteristics be the same color, but due to the placement of her bow ( whether put on her neck or waist, ) it just wouldn't look too readable in terms of color.

Shirt color - So since I couldn't make swap!Lute's shirt yellow, I instead needed to find a different color. At first I thought making it red ( similar to her sclera ) would fit, but it just didn't look too good imo. Instead I made it blue, specifically color-picking the same colors from swap!Emily's blazer ( and making the colors darker/lighter. ) Why? Because I decided it'd be cute if it was semi-implied swap!Lute steals swap!Emily's shirts.

Sclera - While I mentioned that Lute's sclera is red earlier, that's only for canon!Lute. I could tell it sort of looked off that her sclera was the only semi-red thing on her person, all the while everything else was shades of blue, yellow/orange, purple, and grays. So I subtly color-shifted her sclera to be a light orange to fix that. Doubt it's noticible, but it helped.

Lute's height - I usually try to eyeball how tall each character based on other characters I've already drawn. For Lute that was sort of hard, since in the screenshots I found on her Wiki gallery, she only ever stood right besides Vaggie and Adam ( and with Vaggie she was bent down. ) I eventually just decided to make her slightly taller than emily, but due note even canon!Emily's height varies ( Either being slightly shorter than Charlie, or the same height. For swap!Emily I decided to make her the same height as Charlie though.)

Her name - I debated with myself if I should change her name to fit the similar gag to canon!Vaggie's, but I found a sort of similar joke that swap!Eve can make. I won't say what it his here, but I'll probably eventually make a short comic and/or fake screenshots about the gag once swap!Vaggie an swap!Eve have been designed.

And, as always, here's the sprite!

Had to make the mean lesbian to go with the golden retriever girlfriend lmao

[stargazingfordreams]

The Star that missed The Sun

Nyx x Reader

Warning- arrange marriage, cute stuff.

A/N- Soo you guys are fantastic I really didn't expect anyone to like part one so much; I really just thought that maybe it was going to be a one-shot but you guys seemed to have loved it, so here is a part two

Word Count- 2.1K

Part One

My eyes fluttered open at the sound of birds chirping outside of my room. The morning sun crept in, shining on my face. I sighed deeply and lifted myself off my bed, blinking a few times while waiting for my eyes to adjust. I threw myself back down on my bed, hoping to resume my sleep. Until I heard a slight knock at my door

"My lady? I came in to give you a wake-up call," a handmaiden came in. I recognized her as one of the ones who helped me get ready for my wedding. It was hard to forget how she looked with her short blonde hair, tan skin, and blue eyes. She looked like she would have loved being back home.

"Yes, thank you."

She smiled and entered and began to run a bath for me and unload my luggage to find a dress for the day. I went into the bathroom and sunk into the tub, adding some floral scents to the water. I allowed the warm water to ease my mussels.

After a while, I left the tub and re-entered my room, where the handmaiden stood waiting and helped me get ready.

"How do I get to the garden?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, my lady, but Lord Nyx had an emergency this morning and cannot join you for breakfast. He extends his apologies." I felt disappointed, snuggling its way into my body. But should I have gotten my hopes up? My father did his best to be present, and he was, but that doesn't mean that he was always there, and I shouldn't expect that of my husband either.

"Oh, I see. Well, I suppose I can explore Velaris," I told her. She bowed

"I'll go and grab your cloak, my lady."

"I didn't catch your name?" I called out to her

"It's Althaia."

"It's good to meet you" I smiled as she handed me my white cloak, and I went out the door. The street is bright and filled with bustling shops. Everything was so different. In Day court, the road was paved with white gold brick that matched the building, and the sun always hung high on the most beautiful days, but here everything was different. The buildings were lined in all different colors, with the streets black and brown cobblestone. Until I walked to a bridge, shops looked like they were setting up for lunch. Then, I looked at one shop that caught my eye, Eleftheria Saoirse, in bold letters. I was greeted by a woman who looked a few years older than me.

"My name is Abrial. Thank you for coming in." I smiled at her enthusiasm when I entered. I introduce myself.

"Oh yes, your lord Nyx's new bride!" she exclaimed

"Your shop is lovely" I gazed over the dresses and fabric.

"Oh, thank you, dear. Do you sew?" she asked.

"Me? Oh no, my mother did, but she never taught me" she looked at me, a little sad.

"What a shame, well what can I do for you?" it dawned on me at this moment that I didn't have any money.

"Oh, thank you, but I wouldn't be able-"

"Don't worry, truly I don't mind," she interrupted. She must have seen that I was going to protest again, so she continued before I could.

"At least let me give you a cloak; it will help you blend in better" I looked down at my attire.

"Nothing is wrong with it, but it makes it obvious that you are not from here. Anyway, Lord Nyx has a credit line that you can use" I didn't like the idea of me just using Nyx's credit line. I'll pay him back when he gets home.

"Okay, a cloak then." She lit up and went to get a plain night court blue cloak. I reached out to take it, but she moved to her sewing machine.

"I have this wonderful idea for a design; it would be lovely."

"You don't have to do that."

"I want to, plus I've been doing this forever, so it won't take me long! I made a dress that would look great with the design I was thinking about. So maybe you can try it on, and don't worry, it's just a try on" she gave me a wink and pushed me into a dressing room with the dress in my hand.

I slipped the dress on, and she was right. The fabric was night court blue and had golden swirls embroidered at the bottom that rose to my knee, and in between the wheels were little gold stars and suns; I looked at myself in the mirror though I frowned a little. I studied my arms. I wasn't happy with it. I know I shouldn't think about these things, but sometimes I couldn't help. I began to pick apart everything that was wrong with me.

You look Beautiful

The thought crept into my head.

"Abrial? Did you say something" I ask

"No, dear, I didn't. Did you try the dress? I must see how it looks" I looked once again at myself for some reason feeling just a little more confident. I stepped out of the dressing room and gave her a twirl.

"Just as I thought, it's a great fit." She walked up with the cloak and placed it on me. The cloak matches perfectly with the gold thread that made a design on the back.

Half a sun and half a moon meet together to create one. The symbol of both courts.

"It's perfect." I breathed out in disbelief at how beautiful they looked together. She packed up my old clothes and put them in a bag. I gave her a look.

"The dress was made for you consider it a wedding gift."

"I don't know how to thank you."

"I wouldn't mind the company every once and a while. Maybe I can even teach you to sew." She handed me the shopping bag.

"I can definitely do that, thank you. "I gave her a respectful bow before heading towards the door. I opened it and had one foot out when I stopped.

"How did you know that I was from day court?" I asked her.

"What?"

"The sun and the moon is the design that you did, but I didn't tell you I was from day court"

"You clothes, dear, I have been sewing for a long time, and I recognized the clothes and cloak from day court," she said, giving me a wave and cleaning up her station.

"Right, of course, you did say I looked like an outsider" I chuckled at her, simply nodding. I must be losing it. I first heard voices and now questioning people who had been kind to me.

"Have a good evening, My lady."

"You too, Abrial. See you soon!" I walked out of the shop and continued walking around Velaris, visiting many shops just to look. It wasn't until I was tired and starving that I realized I had no idea how to return to the townhouse. Oh no, this is great, just great.

I walked around trying to stop people, but everyone was either going home in a rush or getting restaurants ready for dinner and had no time to stop what they were doing. I sighed in defeat. I looked up at the sky and saw the sun setting. It will be dark soon. I almost gave up when I ran into Lord Cassian and Lady Nesta. But, no actually ran into them. Lord Cassian had to steady me to stop me from falling over.

"Whoa, there little spell-cleaver are you okay" once I was upright, he let go.

"I'm sorry, Lord Cassian, I'm a little turned around, actually lost." Cassian laughed at me. My cheeks heated. Did I say something wrong? Nesta lightly hit his stomach.

"It's hard to believe that you are Helion's daughter. You're far too polite to be related, little fawn," he said in between fits of laughter.

"Calling us Nesta and Cassian is just fine, love; we can help you get back home" Nesta shook her head at Cassian but gave me a smirk. He threw his arm around us, tucking me in between him and Nesta.

"Cassian, you're scaring the poor girl, and she's not a little doll, you know," she said, seeing amusement on his face.

"I can't be excited for our new niece Nes" his smile beamed at me.

"Ignore him; he lacks manners. I've tried to teach him, but I've been failing since we've been mated." Her face was serious, but I couldn't help but giggle. I looked down and noticed the book she had tucked under her arm.

"If you like that series, try the one her brother wrote. It gives a unique look at a romance book from a male's perspective."

"Do you like romance books?" Nesta asked, her face lighting up since the first time I met her at my wedding

"Yes, of course, you should have seen our library back home; my father gave me my section when he learned I liked to read books for fun," I told her.

"Oh no, not you too! You enjoy those smutty books that Nes can't seem to put down." she rolled her eyes at him but still held such a strong sense of love behind them.

"Please come by the house of wind. My friends and I like to meet up occasionally to discuss what we are reading, and we have a library underground that I wouldn't mind showing you." I don't know how long we were walking back, but before I knew it, here we were.

"I'll take you up on that, Nesta, and thank you for helping me find my way back," I said my goodbyes and went to the townhouse. I took off my cloak and set down my bag before the aroma of food flooded my senses. I followed it to the back of the house and into the garden. There I found a table for two with mountains of food and lights that hung in the sky. Nyx was fixing the table. When I came in, he turned to me.

"You have perfect timing," he said proudly, looking at his work.

"What is this?" I said in complete shock at the masterpiece before me

"Well, I really wanted to have breakfast with you this morning, but something came up that I couldn't ignore, but I made a promise to you, and well, I'm sorry that I couldn't keep it." he held out his hand seating me in the chair and pushing it in.

"Oh, I understand, really. You didn't have to go through all of this."

"It's okay, I wanted to," he sat across from me.

We had spent the night eating and talking, and I opened up to him. I told him about my childhood and how much trouble I got into with my two sisters. I told him about the pegasus that I had back home and the first flying lesson that I ever had. Some of the adventures that I had in the summer court with Cordelia, Cressida's daughter. And, of course, some of my safer experiences. Nyx had opened up to me too, telling me how close his family is, and not just with him and his siblings but also with his cousins, his one big happy family. I enjoyed it even if it made me sad to think about my brother, who hardly acknowledged us, or my absent mother. His family seems inseparable from my messy dysfunctional one.

"So, how did you like Velaris? I heard you went out and explored."

'It's different."

"A good different?"

"It's beautiful, truly it is. I found a dress shop, and the owner was so nice."

"I should have told you when you walked in that you look beautiful; that dress really does look amazing on you," he said.

You look beautiful. That voice.

"It was you? Were you in my head" I half believed it myself?

"Oh yes, I'm sorry, must have forgotten that detail," he smirked, holding his wine glass to his lips.

"May I?" he asked. I nodded my head, and then this familiar presence pulled over me.

I wouldn't do it not without your permission, but I felt your thoughts, and they were racing. I thought that you might be in trouble.

And you can do this whenever you want

Only if you allow me

I paused momentarily, unsure how to process it, but then I remembered the dress shop and how it made me feel better after hearing him.

I wouldn't mind.

[blackopals-world]

Eye of the Beholder

Wexia!FemYuu x Vil Schoenheit

Guest oc: Kokomo Onizaki @zomchan69

Sorry, Vil just isn't that impressive to her. His beauty isn't to Yuu's standards.

"Vil-sama looks exceptional as always." Elizabeth gushed. She never had anything but praise for the Pomefiore Headwarden, Yuu wondered if the Heartslabyul girl wanted to change dorms. Kokoro was unfortunately absent at the moment taking a restroom break. Yuu liked having the Oni as a social buffer but she needed to remember what she always said.

'Yuu-chan, be nice. I swear you are worst then Idia. Talk to people.'

Yuu huffed to herself. Koko was right.

"Is it really relevent?" Yuu asked Elizabeth biding time.

"Oh course it is. You must see it too." She said firmly.

Vil could overhear the girls from his seat but pretended not to notice. He was always ready to soak in a bit of praise but he wanted to hear Yuu's response.

Yuu was known as a mysterious beauty on campus. She hailed from a foreign land with strange magic. Her hair was a long curtain of thick black hair that reached down to the back of her thighs. Her eyes were a vibrant shade of gold. Vil thought it was a shame that she didn't end up in Pomefiore instead of Scarabia.

When Yuu transferred from her old school Vil was part of her welcome party for the cultural exchange program, she wasn't excited to leave her dorm Shundian. She formed a companionship with Onizaki. The pink Oni made Yuu's transition easier.

"He is okay." She said bluntly. She said it without pause and with little consideration.

Vil could feel his ears burning. Did she really just call him "okay"?! Him?! She had to be lying, covering up her feeling for him. Someone as beautiful as her surely has good taste.

But Vil had to be sure.

After class he cornered her under the guise of learning about fashion in her her homeland.

"Silk, lots of silk." She said simply.

"Yuu dear, that's not a lot to go one. Tell me at least what you would call attractive." Vil could already hear her saying it. 'Vil you already are the most attractive person I've ever seen.' Even if he knew that already he just wanted her to say it.

"There is no need." She said deadpanned.

"Oh? Why is that?" Vil smiled like a cat about to catch the canary.

"Mn," She hummed as she nodded "There would be no use. The style I like wouldn't suit you. You'd look strange."

Vil felt his heart drop into his stomach. Strange?! Strange she says!

"At least tell me what would be so strange," Vil said bitting back his astonishment.

"Well, I don't want to be rude. Your hair is too short, usually we wear our hair as long as possible. We spend our entire lives growing it to show how healthy and wealthy we are. Common folk have short hair but their hair is longer than yours." Yuu said examining Vil's hair. It was at least healthy and taken care of but she didn't see the appeal in such short length.

"Is that all?" Vil didn't know there was such importance for her in something like hair length but understood why. Beauty is calculated to the finest degree so of course.

"Well no, in my country, your hair color and texture would also be different. It's slightly curly, which reminds me if a calf. I could be considered cute and the less traditional would like it." Yuu examined the tips of purple-colored hair.

"So just my hair is the problem. That's nothing. Hair can grow and be changed."

"No, it's more than that."

"Then enlighten me. What is your ideal man?" He asked looking her in the eye.

"I don't have one. I suppose when I thought of a beautiful man I imagined my emperor. He has long black hair that brushes the ground, sly golden eyes like a fox, regal silk robes laced with gold, a pretty face that's soft like his smile, and vibrant light makeup." Yuu never talked much but she clearly longed for this man.

"I see, you are already in love. That has defined your sense of beauty." Vil finally realized.

"Love? I don't love him. That would be like loving the sunset. His beauty is only fact. Implying that it is the same as love is foolish. Honestly, I was humoring you for your sake but all you people seem to do is ask pointless questions." If she was passionate she probably would have stored away but she simply bowed before taking her leave. She needed to help Jamil prepare for a feast.

Vil sighed heavily. He didn't stand a chance against a woman who is already taken.

But he could certainly prove her wrong.

Vil Schoenheit is not just "Okay"

Just as he thought this a large shadow hovered over him. He had forgotten. Kokoro.

"Vil-sama. Do you mind telling me why you thought it was a good idea to corner Yuu like that?" The giant Oni crossed her arms and stared down at Vil choosing to forgo her usual stance.

"I meant no harm. I just wanted to know more about Eastern fashion." Vil brushed off the daggers being glared at him.

Kokoro sharpened her glare and narrowed her eyes before smiling smugly.

"You like her. Don't you Vil-sama?" She couldn't hold back the uproarious laughter that came out.

Vil could feel his face turning red as tried to get her to shut up.

When Kokoro finally finished she spoke again.

"If you really are that curious I'll give you a tip. Yuu as much as I love her is very traditional. It's got to be by the book. She likes Wuxian clothes and those who respect them. But if you ask me Vil, don't just change to make her happy. Be yourself." With that Kokoro left in the direction Yuu went.

He returned to his dorm to research the traditional styles she adored so much to find something she couldn't deny looked good on him.

Vil learned that she was right about his hair. The robes he wore suited him but these looked better with longer hair. So she was right about one thing. But apparently shorter hair was not uncommon and there were styles that suited it.

Moreover, he learned about Yuu's culture and why she was so strict with her behavior and talk. Her land was very closed off to anything that wasn't the norm and Vil was certainly not the norm. Her beauty standards were marked in stone, written for her.

She was right, her emperor's beauty is a fact. But she would benefit from an example of the value of foreign beauty.

He plotted out an outfit that he would use to gain her attention. One to emulate what would be traditionally her taste but also suit what he liked.

All he needed now was an event to wear it. Coincidentally there was a flower viewing party being thrown by the cultural club.

Yuu could feel eyes on her.

"Koko are you sure about this hanfu?" Yuu asked as she sat under the cherry tree."It's a bit dark. The guide said it's best to wear light colors."

Yuu liked the violet color but it might be inappropriate for a girl.

"It's fine. Just one of those old-fashioned rules. It's not even a real rule. We can wear whatever we like. You're more strict then Riddle." Kokoro shrugged.

"I'm not strict, I'm just dissa-dissapined." Yuu fumbled at the last word.

"Disciplined, you almost had it." Kokoro smiled with amusement. It's easy to forget that this was her second language, but her mess-ups were so rare these days.

"Disciplined! Gha!" Yuu pouted in frustration. The uncharacteristic outburst was unlike her, at least for people who don't know her.

Yuu glances across the garden and sees Jamil looking at her with a worried expression. He made a hand motion to calm down and take a breath.

Yuu follows his instruction before talking to Kokoro again.

"If you want to talk about strict talk to Riddle. He's not exactly enthusiastic about your dress right now." Yuu said pointing at the red-faced warden.

"Tsk, guess I have to talk him down. Thought sending Ace and Deuce would distract him would help." The Oni sighed before going to pacify her dorm leader. "Don't miss me too much."

Yuu huffed in annoyance while watching the 8-foot woman somehow waltz away. Everyone seemed to be having fun and thankfully not trying to approach. People usually stayed away when Kokoro was around. When she was gone though...Yuu was never left alone. Constant gawking and question asking.

The Vil guy was no different. He had no decency. Someone that thinks of her as exotic and asks asinine questions. Why ask her when he can look it up for himself?

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. There he was. Vil Schoenheit, wearing his rendition of a hanfu. Deep purple and black silk robes.

She found the outfit acceptable.

"Well?" He asked sauntering up to her and asking as though he already knew her response.

So presumptuous as always.

Yuu couldn't help but burst into a fit of giggles. A few people noticed as she reflexively grabbed for her lilac fan. She quickly covered her face. She couldn't let herself be seen like this.

Vil felt the bitter sting of humiliation a Yuu blatantly laughed in his face but he also felt a warm bubble sensation in his chest. He had never heard her laugh. She was a straight faced and serious girl who couldn't even crack a smile. But she was laughing. It was a pretty laugh. One he'd want to record and play over and over. One he wanted to use as an example of the perfect laugh for auditions. Her smile was just the match.

"What's so funny?" He couldn't help but smile back as he pulled the face from her face.

Yuu cackled helplessly as she covered her mouth with her hand as she shied away. People were looking, how embarrassing.

"Sorry! Sorry! It's just *snort* you-you!" She tried to speak "You do look strange. Like I said."

Vil's face fell.

He remembered that this was currently at his expense no matter how cute she sounded.

"You hate it, don't you." His disappointment seemed to snap Yuu out of her fit.

"NO! I mean no. It's just that you do look different. I don't dislike it. The color suits you. It is just not something I've ever imagined you in. So seeing it is different for me. But the way you so boldly walked right up to me was shocking. People don't usually approach like that." Yuu assured him.

"No, what you imagined? Tell me, what do you imagine me in?" Vil asked teasingly.

"Not much." She slipped before turning red "I MEAN, I DONT IMAGINE YOU MUCH AT ALL. ANYTING, NOTH. NO! NOT!"

Yuu yelled spasticity as she fumbled her English.

Vil had found a new joy. While he normally doesn't tease or mock he found flustering eastern girl entertaining.

"So you think I look good? Better than okay?" Vil asked smugly.

"I guess some people would call your current appearance dashing. Maybe even princely." Yuu huffed reluctantly. " In my opinion you still need a bit of work. A few touch ups."

Vil could hardly take the blushing girl's word for it anymore. She wasn't being completely honest as she clearly did like what she saw.

"Is that so? Then you must give me your advice then." Vil held out his arm for her to hold. "Regardless, I think we mack quite the pair right now as is."

Yuu smiled behind her fan as she linked onto Vil's offered arm.

"I expect you to behave as my escort. Try to be as dashing as you appear." Yuu had an image too.

"Naturally."

I had to rewrite this twifinished. tumblr deleted all my progress. It's a bit muddled but it's finished.

Special thanks to @zomchan69

Oc: Kokoro Onizaki

[taybatwo2]

Lenore Loomington Doll Review Part 2 of 2

Let’s finally take a look at her dress (the post before this one looked at her accessories and in box photos)! Ugh, that belt thing just keeps getting in the way of everything and will NOT sit well on her torso.

Lets remove the offending piece to actually look at her dress…

Much better (I was so afraid of breaking her clip, I had her hanging from her neck for many of my photos). I love that the cut of the dress is WAY different to any other Monster High dolls I’ve seen, and I like the idea (I assume) behind it: looking at silhouettes of plants and animals on a night sky.

Buuuuut I feel like it could have been elevated a bit more for such an expensive doll. Give us some glow in the dark/sparkly dots acting as stars going up her skirt, finish her sleeves and dress train with some lace, oh, or maybe sew some “vine like” ribbon/fabric hanging off of the train or sleeves. Oh! And I feel like her short black lacy piece is kinda a second thought, I’d have made it longer in the back or give it a more ragged cut (so it’s not so reminiscent of a tutu or petticoat). I say this all, because both the color and the cut was honestly better executed by:

The one you got vs the one you ordered. Yeahhh, it very closely resembles Moonlight B.B’s dress (shirt/skirt), but feels like a poor rip off due too MGA’s looking a lot more tailored (and use of multiple fabrics) and a more expensive clothing piece. more review and doll comparisons under the cut:

Aaaand here it is off the doll:

The dress is not hemmed around the bottom of the dress or sleeves, but I don’t see them fraying any time soon. I like how thin and flow-y the fabric is it makes it look a bit ethereal. And oh? But what’s this?? A secret secondary dress/slip??

What a cute little surprise. It’s fully hemmed, has a little lace on the bottom, and has a bit of a stretch to it. Also, Lenora’s arms are wrapped in plastic to prevent staining.

Here it is off the doll. Be forewarned, I low key struggled redressing her. That larger dress didn’t want to nicely slide back over her smaller dress.

Let’s finally take a look at Lenore’s face.

My Lenore’s eyes are printed up a bit too high and her lipstick is both smudged and incorrectly filled in in the top left side. 😬 At least a little bit of acrylic paint can fix her lips….

Her glitter tears are really pretty and seem pretty well attached and her “ghost mask” is a lovely addition to her face (it’s a nice gradient).

It took me awhile to notice she has cute little pink eyelashes mixed in with her black ones.

Her side profile and lightly pointed ears (by the way, the back of her head is marked as 2023). I do wish her eyebrows were a bit darker and looked like Rochelle’s worried ones (@mistyxxart’s, on instagram, drawing of Lenore is what I WISH her eyebrows looked like).

This artwork is fangtastic and has given me so many fun ideas on how I want to upgrade my Lenore.

Lenore is pretty well covered now; let’s look at how she compares to come other ghouls (I apologize for many of these photos being a bit blown out - the lighting in my kitchen is kinda sucky).

The OG Spectra!!! Two very different ghostie ghouls. Monster High’s oldest vs MH’s newest. Spectra has clear body parts, no ghost mask, and colored sclera. She also has kanekalon hair vs Lenore’s saran. I think they stand on their own as pretty different characters honestly.

Let’s let a few more come across the veil.

So many ghosts!!! Ari, Ari, what are you looking at?!? Sweetie. Stop longingly staring at Spectra.

Okay, so they actually don’t seem to have very much in common with Lenore either. Ari has a milky/shimmery body (much more akin to the Haunted releases of ghosts) and Lenore has a shimmery body without looking like she has milky skin. Her shimmer has more of a blue tinge than the yellow tinge that Ari’s has.

The Create a Monster Ghost (I always forget how hard they went on her outfit: skulls amassed behind a fence with a blood-dripping belt; I love it when MH sneaks in stuff like that), has the ghost eye mask (I don’t like hers as much as Lenore’s) and uncolored sclera like Lenore, but her pupils are black - like Ari’s. Both CAM ghost and Spectra have clear limbs.

There is something these ghouls all share in common:

Mother of PINK! The Monster World must have very limited shoe material that ghosts can wear and it’s all in similar shades of pink and magenta.

I wonder how she compares to the Haunted dolls…? POOF!

Ask and you shall receive! Technically River is a grim reaper and Kiyomi is the daughter of a noppera-bō, so not just comparing “ghost ghosts,”but why not throw them in here too?? Porter, Vandala and Kiyomi all have very milky skin, Lenore’s plastic is very opaque in comparison with that pearl/shimmer finish.

~shimmer shimmer~ Porter has colored sclera like Spectra and Vandala doesn’t have black pupils, like Lenore. I wonder if there is a reason for some ghosts to have colored/regular sclera and pupils. Maybe it’s a ghost genetic trait like attached ear lobes….

River was wondering what all the hubbub was about in comparing them to this new ghost. Well, until I told River how much Lenore cost compared to them. River couldn’t say much, but just proudly showed off her clear limbs: “I cost less than a third of that and I have clear limbs!” ….I wonder how she’ll react when I tell her the ghoul that received her original head sculpt idea cost double Lenore’s price.

And POOF!

What a lovely menagerie of MH ghosts (pretend like my Symphanee got here quick enough to also be in the photos).

Perfect! Can’t even tell….

Oh! And Vandala brought her girlfriend Sirena along so I could compare Sirena’s skin tone to Lenore’s. Her skin glitter is not as fine as Lenore’s and she has a yellow tint to her skin….I wonder if Ari’s and Sirena’s is due to age.

Hand splat in face.

Before I wrap up, let’s compare Lenore to some MH dolls that look like the main ingredients they blended up to create Lenore.

Your progenitors!!! (my G1 Twyla has been de-glued with LA’s Totally Awesome, but her bangs are discolored and are waiting to be retrobrighted this summer). Hmmm, a dash Twyla’s skin color, a major helping of Vandala’s face mold and monster type, and an inspirational sprinkle of Amanita’s outfit and pieces.

I can see the comparisons with G1 Twyla (more in person than in a photo). Lenore’s skin has a purple hue from the pearly finish. Also, Lenore’s hair streaks are more baby blue than the minty green of Twyla’s hair color. They both have pink eyes, and wear dark colored clothing.

Now, Lenors and Amanita, look like they could have been in the same line (when I actually have Lenore fully dressed). Amanita believes that she would have still been the only deluxe, store exclusive of the line. “Maybe you could have been like the Big Lots or CVS exclusive to Gloom and Bloom.” Amanita! That is uncalled for! “You’re right, how about a K-Mart exclusive because they’re as dead as she is.” Lenore thinks this is one plant she doesn’t want in her garden.

They both have long wavy hair, flower shoe clips (but Amanita’s is sculpted to be a lot more three dimensional and it’s painted).

Both have extra make-up around the eyes, a hair decoration/accessory, and a thin, slightly see through dress covering a surprise mini dress (I still feel like Amanita’s has more detail, but that pleather portion will rot off someday).

Yeah, she is more than welcome to pose. I think that Amanita might have pulled off the look a bit better…. :/

And a face comparison!

Similar, but Amanita’s/CAM Vampire Girl’s head sculpt is not the same.

Avast ye!! We might have a match! Vandala’s face does look closely the same (I should have taken out Vandala’s earring for all of these photos)…

Hmmm…..

Hmmmmmmm…..

HMMMM, Lenore’s ear looks a little bit more defined (when I don’t have the light GLARING right ONTO it).

Man, Vandala, I need to de-glue your head whenever I get more LA’s Totally Awesome in. You are a grease ball!

Well, Lenore might have used Vandala’s head sculpt base, but they went in and refined some parts…like her chin being a bit blunter, her nose and ears being a bit more defined, her lips might be a bit bigger (or they were just over painted).

Whelp anyways….Lenore…Lenore….I am glad I bought her, as she has some cute surprises, a lovely face, soft hair, but she’s very overpriced from the get-go and would have (in my opinion) not gotten such backlash had she been released to stores and Mattel creations as a 40-55 dollar G1 release and if she had not been SO HYPED UP!!

What are your thoughts? Would you buy her? What would you change?? Do you think Mattel has a huge wheel in their board room to spin and assign value to their dolls? Should I double check pictures to make sure they turned out alright before I put all my dolls away?? (Yes, yes I should).

[temporalreverie]

ponysona ref sheet :3

[text transcript: Carrie Go-Round, or Carrie for short It/She, Trans Mare, Lesbian Can prance through air with its saddle on. Gives carousel sky-rides to help others. It likes going around again, solving puzzles, helping with problems, music, good fortune, and going around again. Beholden to the whims of its fate & cycles, it tries its best to be carefree but secretly feels aimless at times.]

Extended character bio & art process thoughts below the cut v

Carrie Go-Round is a unicorn with carousel themed magic. Carousel magic works in mysterious ways. It can direct the magic somewhat and hone certain patterns through repetition, but it’s ultimately at the whims of the fate chosen for it. Usually everything works out just fine though.

While actively using its carousel magic and wearing its saddle, it can prance on top of air. It takes others on rides through the sky using this, giving them time and space to think through a problem they’ve been having. These rides can involve a conversation, a magical spectacle of lights and music, or simply peace and quiet, whatever will help the other pony best. Flying, putting on light shows, and making music are all come naturally when the magic is in service of another.

Carrie has adapted an outwardly carefree and playful nature. It’s partially its true self, and partially a defense mechanism in response to the lack of control that the carousel makes it feel. When you’re stuck going around in one big circle, it’s easy to feel aimless and confused. Helping someone else with a problem of theirs always makes it feel better though. It's also fond of rhymes, puzzles, and riddles.

It’s somewhat taller than average. Not very strong, but when its magic is active any passengers feel light as a feather. Both the color and shape of its hair is all natural.

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Art process thoughts:

An idea for a ponysona design popped into my head the other day and I'm really happy with how it turned out! Multiple times I've played with designing a ponysona by taking more grounded and literal elements of myself but none of those struck me as exciting or fun. Being freely indulgent and overdesigning a pastel magic horse is way better.

In terms of the drawing itself, this is probably the closest you'll ever see me mimic the G4 artstyle! I referenced a couple screenshots of pinkie to get an idea for scale, and then I cut apart my rough sketch into chunks so I could stretch out the neck & back because I like when the bodies are longer than proportions on the show. This also doubles as making its tallness present in the art but really I would've done that regardless.

The carousel concept is a fun way to tie in the colorful aesthetics with themes of cycles and fate. Girls love to be stuck in a loop of mayyyybe their own choosing. And it also means I get to bring back the saddle & bridle fashion concept Lauren Faust considered for the show's pitch bible. It's definitely kind of weird but in a fun way.

Carrie Go-Round like Merry-go-round but also like Carrie short for Carousel but also like Carry because she physically carries other ponies & helps lift them emotionally. Do you get it.

This is my first time adding ALT text to my images; I did my best to be thorough but not too verbose.

Miscellaneous design thoughts: I love pink and green together! IRL horse coat patterns are so so cute I wish more MLP characters had them. Plus the bubbly shapes on the hooves match her cloud prancing. Duality is everything to me: two different shapes and colors of hair, two symbols on its cutie mark, two little eyelashes. Although I tried less to make it look like me, its hair still has the same general shape (however mine will only rarely form curls like that all on its own). Also the cutie mark arrows being green is a slightly inspired by a real dream I had about getting my cutie mark:

I've been meaning to make a ponysona for a long time now. All in all this was very fun to do and now I'm excited to draw more of my own OCs and their interactions.

[kim-poce]

55. Alex and Neo: Late At Night

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CW: pet whump (recovery), really brief reference to past noncon. They be bonding!

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The day had been long, not bad just tiring, Neo unconsciously curled up further into himself, he was shivering slightly and his breathing was getting faster and faster.

Alex covered the young man, luckily he had made sure to leave some pillows and blankets around the common areas of that floor, this allowed him to reach for a blanket and wrap the boy up without taking his head off his lap. This decreased the shivering, but only after Alex ran his fingers between Neo's hair for a good while did the younger man relax.

After Aurora moved in, Neo has often felt overwhelmed. He loves his sister, of course, but it is clear how much he forces himself to look stronger in front of her. This must be hard, Alex is sure, and the girl's agitated personality didn't make it easier. Still, he was happy, just really tired.

Alex looked down at the young man. His slightly tan skin was covered in several pinkish scars, but there is no sign of the bruises that painted his whole body black and blue when he was first brought in. Aurora had fixed his, once uneven, reddish brown hair, and now the scar on his cheek was even more visible. He had gained some weight in the last months, and as he trusted Alex enough to stand up straight he seemed taller now.

A smile broke out on Alex's face. It was good to see Neo healing, slowly but always, it made him feel something close to hope as if someone getting better under that cursed roof was proof that his own suffering wasn't set in stone.

Still, he was feeling selfish lately, as Neo spent more and more time with his sister Alex was lonelier than ever. He was forbidden to work so when he wasn't with Neo he was training; he isn't naturally strong, and he had been neglecting his training for a while now. There were also other changes. With Evie becoming more lenient the dark circles under his eyes had decreased, not vanished, of course, they'll probably be there for as long as he lives. His hair had grown past the 'right length’ that his parents once demanded, despite the anxiety he liked it better like this, at least this way he isn't completely like his father. His own bruises were mostly faded, and since he is on a forced vacation they will probably heal completely before he gets hurt again.

He didn't stink of blood anymore. He rarely acknowledged the smell but he felt the difference now that it is gone, he wonders if Neon noticed it, and his heart ached at the thought that this probably caused the boy to be further scared at some point.

When did I become this soft? A chill went down his spine at the thought. Or was I always this weak? He glanced down, his hands still carefully caressing Neo's hair. Is being weak such a bad thing?

Alex's hair raised at the sound of approaching footsteps, he evened his breathing and paid attention to the sound. Aurora's footsteps were light, contrasting with her upright and energetic personality, according to his team's background check he used to be a pretty good pickpocketer so he can see why she walked this lightly. Did she even know that this makes the guards think she is up to something? They read her almost completely silent steps as some sort of threat as if she was waiting for the time to attack. Maybe that house was more messed up and paranoid than Alex thought at first.

The living room's door opened slowly, and Alex put his finger on his lips to ask for silence even before the teenager peeked from inside. Aurora had slightly darker skin compared to her brother, but their hair had the same shade of reddish brown. She kept hers long, often tied up in a ponytail with cute butterfly accessories, which matched (Alex guessed) with the light-colored shirts and jeans shorts she often wears. Both siblings were short and seemed to be naturally prone to grow muscles, in other circumstances Alex could see Evie taking them in as guards.

“Is he sleeping?” she asked, only glaring into Alex's eyes just once! That's a pretty good sign, maybe in a few more weeks and she won't look at him as some sort of children-eating monster.

Alex nodded, cursing himself at the selfish thoughts flooding his mind. If she is here I'm not needed anymore, and soon she will take him away from me, she is already spending so much time with him. How long until he realizes I'm not worthy of living with or talking to? He shook his head, telling himself he was just scared. That those thoughts came without his permission, that Neo is so much happier now that his sister is here.

“Will you two sleep here again? You should at least use a bed instead of the hard floor,” she said warily.

“It's better like this,” he said again, it's not like he'll ever talk to her about her brother's fear of being near beds with someone. “Do you want something?”

“Is your sister coming back home soon?” She has been asking this same thing every day. It's understandable, Alex's words are law unless Evie says otherwise, so the girl is growing anxious about living under someone's roof without knowing if she can.

“I don't know when she'll come back, but as long as you are polite she won't do anything.”

“So you are saying she'll do something if I'm rude? What will she do? Maybe she will-”

“Aurora,” Alex hissed in a low voice before caressing Neo, who flinched at the sound, he wasn't in the mood of listening to whatever rumor (true or not) people outside the organization hears about his sister. “Please.”

Aurora sighed. For almost a minute she stood near the open door, awkwardly looking around. After thinking by herself she closed the door as silently as she could and made her way close to the two men.

“Can I borrow a blanket?” she asked, sitting near the other side of Neo.

“Sure.”

She reached for the nearest blanket and made herself comfortable over a couple pillows, leaning her head on the wall and closed her eyes, “You should buy a tv.”

“Probably.”

“Why did you decide to join the mafia and make money if you don't buy yourself cool stuff?”

“I didn’t join. You do know I was born here, right?”

She opened her eyes to read him and clicked her tongue. “Buy a TV, subscribe to Netflix and I'll show you some good series.”

“...Okay?”

Aurora held the hand of her sleeping brother, “...Did someone ever tell you that you are softer than you look?”

“Unfortunately,” he nodded, hiding the chill and the fear the sentence caused. 

The girl closed her eyes once again, “Maybe sleeping here isn't that bad. Can I?”

“You are so polite today,” he joked, also leaning on the wall and closing his eyes. “Do as you wish.”

It had been a long, tiring day, so it didn’t take long for them to join Neo in his sleep.

=-=

Taglist: @cupcakes-and-pain, @whump-blog, @wolfeyedwitch, @octopus-reactivated, @whumpkinpie, @equinix, @stuck-in-this-mortal-form, @melancholy-in-the-morning, @neverthelass, @latenightcupsofcoffee, @rose-pinkie, @whumpcreations, @inpainandsuffering

[ezralva]

Any 2×4 HCs?

Oh, I don't think I'm the right person for this, but I'll tryyy

Anw, whenever asked for HCs they turn into drabbles somewhat so it's under the cut cz it's long lol

HC 1

As far as Akai remembered, Shun had never called a girl ‘kawaii’. Not directly or behind them.

Shun hated that word with all his might.

But when the boys gathered together with nothing better to do, the topic usually changed to which newest idol girl or rookie actress is the cutest. All of them would then start shouting out why their biases were the cutest, except for Shun.

“C’mon, Shun-chan! You could at least pick one, vote for my girl!” Aoyama urged him to pick his imaginary girlfriend.

Shun looked at the picture of a row of cheerful-looking girls with fluffy uniforms and colorful ribbons decorating their heads, examining them carefully one by one.

“Hmm…they all look the same to me, so no one.” Shun just casually shrugged his shoulders.

“You’re kidding, right??” Kida grumbled, “They all are different people, famous idols!”

“But all their faces look similar to me. They all even wear the same outfits!”

“You must be blind, Shun-chan.”

“Then just name one person out there that you think befits the word ‘kawaii’. There’s gotta be someone! Even the little sister in your neighborhood is fine,” Akai said.

“Knowing Shun, he might say it’s his sister,” Aoyama piped in.

“Hmm, sis is always a lot older than me so I don’t think she’s cute. But my sis is pretty for sure!”

“Well, maybe not from a girl’s group, but a boy’s group? Apparently, kawaii boy is a trend nowadays,” Akai suggested.

“I don’t know any boys group, but if I had to choose one, then it’s him.” Shun laid out a picture from his smartphone, of a red-haired boy, looking like a middle schooler but curiously with piercings on his ears.

“Eh? I’ve never seen this idol before, who is he?” Aoyama asked.

“Oh! Maybe he used to be a child actor?” Kida blurted randomly.

“What? He’s no idol! He’s a part-timer from my sis’ café. And he’s my friend.”

“So…the only person you think is cute…is this friend of yours?”

“Yep, his name is Souma. He’s actually 2 years older than us, can you believe it? That makes him kawaii, right?”

Akai, Aoyama, and Kida just stared at each other, speechless.

Because that…just answered the long-time mystery of why Shun never called any girl ‘cute’.

HC 2

For materials of his new web-based short story, Motoharu once again surveyed the boys on what act or style or behavior they consider as ‘cool’ in men of all ages.

They were now at the café not long after the lunch rush-hour, when it closed for 3 hours to prepare for dinner.

“So from Hayate first, what is it?” Motoharu prodded.

The boy seemed to think hard on the topic. They waited for the whole 10 minutes in silence but no answer came out. Instead, the boy had started fidgeting in his seat and his face randomly went red out of the blue.

“Okay, understood.” Motoharu broke the silence and suddenly jotted something on his notes.

“Huh? But…I haven’t said anything?”

“For Hayate, everything Takayuki does and wears is the standard of cool men.”

“Whaa?! W-wait a min—” the poor boy stuttered, his blushes went all the way down to his neck.

“Next, Souma?”

“Igarashi-sense—”

“Hmm, since you mention Mima-san, I remember I’ve always thought that a guy is the coolest when they wear a suit. The complete 3-piece suit is even better!” Souma cut Hayate off.

“Ah, I think I get it.” Motoharu agreed. “We both don’t have many occasions to wear one, right?”

“Yeah! Also, I remember the 1st time I saw my bro wearing a suit, I just had to take his pics, I asked him to do this pose and that until he was late for his meeting, ahahahah-”

“That’s just cause you’re a brocon,” Shun grumbled audibly, looking very upset all of a sudden.

“Eh not just my brother, though. I agree with Hayate-kun, Mima-san has a good sense of fashion. Everything he wears looks good on him.”

“B-but I didn’t even say anything!” Hayate was flustered, looking around as if making sure that Mima was really not around.

“Maybe it’s because of his build, must be nice being that tall, right?” Souma added, ignoring Hayate.

“Okay, so for Souma, is the mature appeal, right? It’s a bonus point if they’re taller than average?”

“Yep!”

“And Shun?”

“Of course! Guys who play sports are the coolest!”

“Boo! That’s just like calling your own self ‘cool’, Shun-chan.” Souma gave him a tongue-out.

“I-I’m not! I think artists and creators like you, Souma, a-and Motoharu-san as well, are really cool and so is a brainy and quiet guy like Hayate-san, also a man that is good at his job like Mima-san is cool too!” Shun exclaimed in one breath.

“Aww, that’s so sweet of you, Shun.” Motoharu piped in.

“Aww, that’s so cute of you, Shun-chan.” Souma giggled.

“I ain’t cute!”

The next day, Mima who wasn’t present yesterday and hence didn’t know anything, suddenly got a call from Shun, asking him about his height when he was a 3rd year high-schooler and if he still grew some inches during Uni days…

***

“Of course you will, Shun-kun, you’re not even 20 yet, right?”

“Yeah…Mima-san, do you think I can even get taller than you?”

Eh? What gives…?

Mima was compelled to ask what brought this on but thought better and left him be. It must’ve been just another episode of Competitive Shun.

“Sure, I think you’ll surpass me in no time.”

It must’ve been the answer the boy was looking for, as his tone obviously cheered up after.

“Then, Mima-san, can you bring me along the next time you’ll go shopping for clothes? I’d like to buy clothes like the ones you're usually wearing.

".............."

HC 3

Despite the tradition, on Valentines, Souma always gives out ‘giri choco’ (friend chocolates) for Shun, Hayate, Mima, Motoharu. But it is only Shun whom he invited to his apartment for dinner where Souma would cook him all of his favorite dishes, from scratch.

Shun thinks that is because he’s special to Souma, that they are best friends.

Even though Shun is forever dense and can’t read between the lines, Souma is still happy to invite him every Valentine.

Because he knows how much Shun loves his cooking.

So he’s going to keep doing this until that boy comes around.

HC 4

The reason why Shun went into modeling in his Uni days started when Souma needed a model for one of his final projects which was portrait photography.

He asked Mima first of course, but the guy only had one facial expression for all poses on the camera...

He asked Hayate next… but for heaven’s sake, that boy could not follow any of the instructions without blushing too hard and grimacing. Though his candid pictures did come out splendidly, it’s not like he could submit portraits where the only model was always staring at nothing on the wall or looking out the window…

Motoharu couldn't take irrelevant gigs which require his face going public without breaching his company's contracts, as the novelist had become even more popular nowadays.

So Shun it was...

Which turned out for the best.

He came out of the project with A mark and a lot of offers for jobs, which extended to Shun being scouted as a model.

Shun magically no longer shut his eyes when being captured on camera. And that only happened when Souma was the one behind the camera.

Shun also got praised a lot for being a handsome model and even got an offer to be scouted as an actor. They all said, for amateurs, they both showed great chemistry onsite and did a really great job, as a pair.

After all, Souma’s teacher said that 'the camera is the window to the cameraman’s heart'.

For some reason I like them best during this pining phase! It just feels right for now with how oblivious these two kids are lol

[lexa-griffins]

Soft Clexa headcanons for cam girls au mayhaps 👉👈?

Uh I have so many, for all their kinky play those two are absolute mush with each other

Outside of any kinky play they do, when they're making love they are making love. Missionary, soft and slow is the way to go. Lexa loves seeing Clarke's face during sex and being able to freely kiss her. Clarke likes hiding her face in Lexa's neck and hold her closer. They have so much wild sex, they truly enjoy just a softer more intimate moment that us vanilla through and through.

Lexa paints Clarke's nails a lot. There's no need, Clarke could do it herself but she loves the intimacy she never got has a kid of doing these sort of simple girly things and Lexa enjoys picking out the colors and paint them, bright blues and sparkly blacks, Clarke might walk around looking like a mess most of the time but at least her nails look wonderful and they always remind her of Lexa.

Lexa has a tummy and stretch marks. It's cute and adorable even if it makes her insecure at times. To her, Clarke is nothing sort of heavenly made, soft and curvy and hard (pun intended) and lean in all the right places and she does feel inadequate for her at the start. A number of tummy kisses and declarations of love for it makes Lexa so much more confident in her skin.

Clarke loves head scratches. Laying her head on Lexa's lap and letting her girlfriend scratch her head after a hard day soothes absolutely everything. This includes letting Lexa wash her hair with the fancy shampoo she bought for her, instead of the cheaper one Clarke used to use. Makes her hair all fluffy and soft and she loves it when Lexa calls her "my pretty sunny lion" because of it.

Lexa finds out Clarke's love for fun patterned boy shorts. She has a few, cute polka dot ones, ones with little heart and a couple with different foods on it. At first Clarke acts like their just a stupid silly thing she owns and that she knows its not sexy or hot so she doesn't wear them a lot. Lexa finds them to be absolutely adorable and makes a habit of buying Clarke a pair here and there. After two years of dating Clarke has quite the collection, including one with the bi and trans flag and a set that matches with Lexa because she thought it would be cute if they had a matching set.

[thechroniclesofhriddick]

Imperfections

What is one thing you dislike about yourself that your lover likes?

A'kiva has been pondering on this question for a long while since it was posed to him days before in preparation he assumes for Saint Valentoine's Day the coming moon.

And.. how does one answer that? Is it physical? Is it a skill? Is it a trait?

He supposes it really wouldn't matter as its just one thing as opposed to every little thing, but then the question still stands:

What does Svan like about him that A'kiva doesn't?

Kiva refuses to believe its how he is. For many reasons but ultimately - he wants to improve. He's going to improve and while he has a sort of understanding that Svan liking who he is now doesn't mean he doesn't want A'kiva to improve or that he would hate the miqo'te improving... he feels its best for him to not think too hard on it.

He also quickly dismisses all of his traits because again tied in with improvements that he doesn't want to think about right now.

So physical.

Well he likes his hair. Its the last thing he has of his sire and brothers after all. His eyes aren't his favorite attribute but he doesn't hate them either. Sort of... neutral to them. His pupils are Seeker normal. His ears and tail-

He pauses in thought. His tail... was something he definitely didn't like. At all. It was too short. No one else in his tribe had one as short as his into adulthood. And he was teased endlessly by it, always being called a child.

Svan though... Svan never saw it that way. He pets it at times, marveling at how it moves. Likes when it curls against his hand or against him. In fact, he would claim its Svan's favorite feature of his if he didn't know what actually was: his eyes. And not the colour of them either.

He glances down at his tail as it flicks, almost to say hi to him. He thinks he could learn to like it. Svan already does.

And what is one thing your lover dislikes about them self that you like?

A'kiva... doesn't think there is a shortage of things, but then Svan has mostly accepted the way he is. He doesn't like how cumbersome his prosthetic is, but he doesn't hate having one or having lost his arm...

But... there are things that other people don't like about his mate: the fact he has a tail, has dark hair. He and Svenja take pride in their black hair and Svenja loves the fact her father has a tail (and wishes she too inherited it) but he could see how Svan, a younger Svan, could have hated looking different like he does currently.

He does like Svan's tail. Its cute and fluffy. He's pretty sure he wouldn't care what color hair his mate could have had, but the glossy black with his emerald eyes suits him too well for him to see him any other way.

But if A'kiva had to choose, and strictly going off of other people because he's pretty sure Svan doesn't care what others think about his looks anymore, he would say his mate's nose.

An odd choice, sure, but he loves the fact its slightly hooked. It makes for interesting nuzzles. And the imprint of it against his face is so distinct from any one else's he knows immediately its his mate. He also likes the little dark hairs on it. They're more than visible enough to give what most others would think is an odd discolouration but also soft like his tail and ears that A'kiva just adores.

He stands from his place by the river and heads towards their tent. Thinking about the older male has made him miss his presence. If he isn't there, at least he can smell him until he gets home.

((Originally the questions were going to be:

Name one imperfection about yourself that your lover likes

Name one imperfection about your lover that you like

Buuut the questions I used I think fit A'kiva's mind better.

Happy Saint Valentoine's Event while I'm at work... that I should be asleep for but ain't!))

[sabraeal]

don’t speak boyshit, Chapter 5

[Read on AO3]

On the morning of the hanami, Inomata Maria wakes up before her alarm.

She does not, however, get up. No morning stretches to ease the stiffness of her muscles, no hurried shuffle to the bathroom to wash the stale taste of sleep from her mouth, no frenzied ironing so her pleats sit the way they do on the academy’s brochure.

Instead dread paralyzes her, keeping her pinned to the mattress, a literal weight on her chest conjured by her anxiety to inconvenience her. All she can manage to do is curl up on her side, watching the red numbers tick by, the knot in her stomach growing heavier with every minute lost.

Precious time, the kind she should be using to study, not lay here and have an existential crisis about whether or not she can afford to give up these few hours, or if she’s just signing herself up for an afternoon of regret dogging her heels.

Guilt slithers beneath her skin, two sizes too tight. It’s not that she isn’t excited to see Yuki-- or even Kawata and Yamane, when it comes to it-- or that she doesn’t enjoy being with them. It’s only-- only--

Three years isn’t enough time for Maria to believe she’s not just the girl at the birthday party only because it's rude not to invite the whole class. Rationally, she knows that’s not true, that she’s not just some awkward pet Yuki’s adopted and the other two simply tolerate, but still-- the worry’s there, just out of sight, lurking in the shadows of every good time. It’s exhausting to think about how it may never leave.

Her alarm saves her from further contemplation, habit and reflex driving her to her feet before dread can pull her back under again. And once she’s upright, it’s easy to move forward, to pretend that she’s too not weird to have friends and not too simpleminded to skip studying.

That is, of course, until she gets to her closet.

Maria does not own enough clothes to be daunted-- at least, clothes that aren’t the academy’s uniform, neatly pressed and hung on their hangers, a skirt and blouse for each day-- but even still, she hesitates, taking in the pinks and browns and--

Do you wear cute things out of school?

Her hand clenches around the door. Her clothes had seemed just fine yesterday, serviceable even, but now-- now she’s squinting at each piece, wondering just how short this falls of those glossy cover expectations. Would those girls with their glowing skin and perfect hair pick out the same pieces, or would they pass them right by in the window? She’d always thought it enough to pick girlish colors-- rose and lavender and daisy yellows, blues that could be described in terms of babies-- but it can’t be, not when so many other girls are thinking about lip gloss and mascara and hemlines.

Maria isn’t made for this sort of thing. Perhaps Kawata or Yamane-- or Inui Mika-- would stand in front of their closet, debating the merits of a coffee A-line or a slate box-pleat, but Maria just blindly reaches into her closet, grabbing the first skirt and blouse she sees. There’s no point after all; it’s not as if Kashima is going to see her.

One quick glance in the mirror makes her blanch, bloodless above an eggshell collar. The shades might be a bit off, but-- button-up blouse, straight skirt. All she’s missing is the bow and blazer. “I look like I’m going to class.”

Kawata has a point; Maria’s clothes may or may not be cute, but she’s certainly not dressing like she’s out of school.

“Maybe,” she mutters, manhandling buttons out through their holes, “today calls for something a little different.”

It’s a dress that she settles on in the end, a pale rose that makes her look even paler above it, like she’s made of porcelain than flesh. An effect adults have always told her was sweet, but maybe-- maybe it’s too much. Maybe she’s too pale, and pink is too obvious a color for a hanami. There’s small flowers printed across it too, not sakura but close, and--

And she needs to stop thinking about this. Sure, the skirt falls a little too close to the knee, and the cut is certainly more academic than trendy, but at least it reads teacher rather than student.

Maria curls her toes around the edge of the landing, floorboards creaking under her indecision. It’s what she’s wearing. She just needs to accept it. Move forward.

“Maria?” Mother’s voice hugs the corner of the kitchen, stealing up the stairwell. “Come down and set the table.

Good thing there’s always something she’s supposed to be doing. “I'll be right there.”

A restlessness races through her legs, urging her to take the stairs two at a time, to skip down them-- anything to burn off that tremble coursing through her. But Maria is nothing if not an expert on nervous energy; she restrains herself to a sedate pace, entering the kitchen like it’s simply a normal Sunday, and this the most normal of breakfasts.

Mother’s fussing with an omelet, urging the egg into a roll with one hand while the other jostles the pan, hissing under her breath. For a moment, it is so normal, so utterly mundane, that Maria forgets there’s anything to be worried about at all besides setting out the right bowls.

That is until Mother says, gaze not moving an inch from the pan, “You look nice. Is that for the hanami?”

She smooths her palms over the stiff cotton, jasmine blossoming between her fingers. “It...It is.”

With one last flip, Mother turns, prodding the omelet out onto the cutting board. Maria expects her to reach for a knife, painstakingly marking the roll into even parts before she commits to a cut. But instead Mother stops, eyes scrolling over her with an intensity that makes her wonder if her hemline is long enough. “You said you were just meeting your friends there, didn’t you?”

“Y-yes.” She bustles over to where the bowls are stacked, fingers fitting into their grooved sides. As long as she’s moving with purpose, it’s easy to maintain control. “Yuki is the one handling the arrangements, but she did say both Yamane and Kawata would be coming.”

About the boys, she’d heard nothing at all. It’s a relief; the last thing she wanted was to spend her whole afternoon muddling through a conversation with some random boy from 3-C. It might disappoint Yuki, but Maria knows: they’ll have a much better time with just the four of them. After all, anything’s better than watching their dates all clamor for Yuki’s undivided attention.

And yet, Yamane and Kawata looked forward to it. Were eager to go, as if the discards were all they could aspire to. Is that what she’ll be left with when the dust settles and there’s a degree in her hand: some more perfect girl’s leftovers?

Maria coughs, trying to clear her throat of the nerves creeping into it. “Can I ask you something?”

The knife clacks as it hits the cutting board, too loud in the kitchen’s quiet. “Of course,” Mother says. “You can ask me anything. You know that.”

It’s a testament to her mother’s efficiency that she can pack so much disappointment into only three words. Maria’s teeth ache from biting back an apology that’s all reflex and no remorse.

Instead, she funnels all that uncontrollable urge into blurting out, “How did you meet Dad?”

Mother’s eyes narrow over the chopping block, head taking a sharp, curious tilt. “What’s brought this about?”

It’s impressive how much accusation she can fit into a simple question. “I was just wondering. I don’t think you’ve ever told me.”

“You’ve never been interested before. Maria--” Mother’s gaze catches hers, as firm as a touch, holding her attention hostage for good behavior-- “are you going to meet boys today?”

She says boys the way other people might say venereal diseases: with the unspoken implication that they went unwanted and avoided by the virtuous.

“No! No.” Maria shakes her head hard enough the bowls nearly slip from her fingers. “Why would we want to invite them?”

Kashima might be tolerable, but the rest of her year-- well, at least an infection would go away if she found herself with one. She’s not so sure she could say the same for Ebizawa or Saginuma. It was hard enough keeping Yagi out of her business, let alone someone who might see talking as interest.

“I remember being your age.” It’s impossible to imagine; there are pictures enough of her mother in gakuen, her blazer smart and shirt pressed, every pleat on her skirt falling in line. But still she can only see her as she is now, scowling and stern as sakura petals fall around her. “Your studies come first, Maria. Boys are something you can worry about after college.”

“I-I know that.” Guilt gnaws at her stomach, twisting in knots to get away from its teeth. “There’s no plans to meet any boys.”

Anymore, at least. But Mother doesn’t need to know that, not when she’s already nodding. “Good. You’ve worked so hard already. It would be a shame for you to throw it all away now for some...distraction.”

Right, because that’s what a boyfriend would be. One that might keep her from getting into her top choice if she slipped on her studying. A perverse impulse urges her to protest, to say that if it were Kashima, it would be different. He’s a balm to her nerves, not a block to her focus, someone who makes her calmer, softer-- a better person.

But what point was there? She’s spent too many hours already on trying to understand what he wanted, what could make him need her as much as she needed him, and the results have been clear: no matter what she does, she’ll never have a chance.

“I know,” she murmurs, bowl striking the tabletop with a clack. “There’s nothing for you to worry about.”

“Good.” Mother reaches out, fingers brushing through her hair. “I knew I could count on you.”

Punctuality, Father was so fond of hearing himself say, is a journey that starts by arriving early.

It’s an adage that has seen Maria through aced exams and disappointing piano recitals, through family photos and an exceptionally disastrous semester of ballet. But now, now--

Every second of it feels like a mistake.

They are supposed to meet at eleven. At least, that’s the time Yuki’s email stated as of last night; Maria had gone over it at least a dozen times, just to make sure, even looking at maps of the park to pinpoint their exact meeting location. Fifteen minutes early is the minimum requirement for on-time-- at least according to Father-- but she adds another ten for a potentially missed bus, and another five for finding the specific spot by the canal she’s supposed to wait. Which leaves her an entire twenty minutes to stand around, looking completely friendless, a sad sack that every passerby would look on with pity--

“Inomata-san!”

Ah, she can tell herself it’s useless, that this time, this time she’ll finally see her way past this crush on Kashima, but the moment she hears her name, her heart is racing again like it never stopped.

Maria turns her chin past her shoulder, and-- and there he is, raising an arm with his wide, boyish smile. “Over here, Inomata-san!”

Her foot scuffs, angling her right toward him like an arrow to a target, all quivering eagerness to fly. But she catches herself, drawing up short before she can take a step further, hands clenched at her sides. It’s not his email that’s in her phone now asking her to wait. It’s not him who smiled up at her yesterday, saying so sweetly, you’re coming, aren’t you, Maria-chan? Her heart might wish different, but she’s not here for Kashima.

“I’m sorry,” she calls across the path, toes curling in her shoes to keep them planted there. “It’s nice to see you, but I’ve already made plans with--”

“Ushimaru-san?” Kashima’s smile is already too much at the best of times, but now it widens, actual joy seeping out its edges, and she-- she ducks behind her scarf, cheeks blazing. “I know. She sent me an email last night about meeting today.”

“O-oh.” Yuki’s smile takes on a different edge in her memory, a sly one. You’re sure you’ll come, Maria-chan? You’re sure you’re sure? “I hadn’t-- I didn’t know--”

Kashima stares up at her, eyes too wide for anything but innocence. “She said she would send you the change in plans.”

“Did she? I looked last night and--”

And there it is, right on her screen when it flips open. 1 UNREAD MESSAGE FROM YUKI-CHAN. “Ah.”

Her lips press tight as she opens it, as she reads, Kashima-kun said that we could join his group today. You can thank me later

A winky face stares up at her, its one colon eye accusing, as if even unseeing, it can sense the depths of her depravity. “Oh,” she manages through her teeth. “I see it now. How--” she blinks-- “wait, your group?”

“Ah.” Kashima rubs at the back of his neck, skin blossoming with a flush more delicate than any petal. “Yes, well, I had already invited--”

“’Nii-chan!” Kotaro races to the edge of the blanket, stopping just short before he slowly, gently puts a foot on it. “I caught a flower!”

“Haah.” Embarrassment leaks so heavily from Kashima’s smile that she’s almost mortified for him. “Good job, Kotaro! I was just telling Inomata-san--”

“Welcome, Inomata-sama.” Saikawa kneels down behind Kotaro, head bowed in deference. “I am happy to hear you will be joining us today. Please do partake in the bentos I have packed for Ryuuichi-sama and Kotaro-sama’s friends.”

Inomata blinks. “Kashima...and...friends...?”

“Ah, that’s what I’ve been trying to say,” Kashima admits. “I invited the babysitter club.“

Now that she’s looking, it’s obvious: Kashima’s blanket is less a blanket and more like the bottom of a pavilion, spread wide over the grass between the trees. Far too big for a group date-- though a lunch provided by Saikawa might test that theory-- but just the right size for the club, plus a few extra.

“Ah, Inomata-san, please, sit down.” Kashima sweeps a hand out, cheeks still a humiliated pink. “We have plenty of room.”

Even with the invitation, it’s with colt legs that Maria hobbles over to it, unsteady and unsure. The moment her soles touch the fabric, she braces to slip; that would be her luck after all, to get a chance to impress Kashima all on her own, and waste it by falling over like some idiot. Still, she keeps her balance just fine, dropping to her knees with all the grace of a pig in a trough.

When she dares to look at Kashima, she expects to see a grimace, or maybe a squirming level of discomfort, something to remind her that he’s just being nice, that if he had his choice, he would have left her off his list entirely.

But instead he smiles, eyes crinkling earnestly as he says, “I’m glad you could make it, Inomata-san.”

“Tch.” She turns her head away, cheeks burning. “I was only coming to meet Yuki-chan.”

“Ah! Of course.” His hands wave nervously between them. “I wasn’t trying to say that you were...um...hm...” He clears his throat. “It’s very kind of you to keep your plans with Ushimaru-san, even if they aren’t...quite what you agreed to.”

Someone with charm might tell him, but these ones are even better. Someone like Yuki, who could make anything a compliment with her sweet voice. Maria, on the other hand, only manages, “Well, I wasn’t just going to leave! That would be rude.”

“I know, I know.” Now he does grimace, chagrined. “I wasn’t trying to make fun of you, Inomata-san. I just wanted to thank you for being such a good friend.”

“Oh.” Her forehead feels like it’s on fire; maybe she’s getting a cold. “That’s fine then. And, er, even if she told me about our change in plans earlier, it would have been fine. You’re an all right person to spend time with.”

“Oh.” His smile widens, so bright she can hardly bear to look. “That’s nice of you to say.”

I mean every word. That’s what she should say, what burns on the edge of her tongue, begging, to fall out, but--

“High praise from someone as discerning as you, Inomata-sama.” She nearly jumps as Saikawa leans in with a much milder expression, though just as pleased. “Perhaps you might like a bento now that you have been seated. I made three different kinds, the first--”

“There’s sakura mochi too!” Taka chimes in, spilling into her lap. His grin is toothy and pink-- the same pink that’s smeared all over his mouth and chin too. “It’s really good.”

She blinks, mouth working for a moment before she manages, “You’re here too?”

“Of course I am,” he says proudly, slapping a hand over his chest. “I’m an honor-- honolary-- horrorary--”

“Honorary,” Kashima supplies with his usual patience, and it’s not until then that Maria realizes that she was waiting for a don’t hurt yourself, stupid instead.

“Honorary member,” Taka finishes, right as she asks, “On your own?”

His cheeks puff, petulance giving them the same dimensions they had only a year or two ago. “Mom’s busy, and Nii-chan’s not coming. He says all this pink stuff gives him a headache or whatever.”

A ridiculous excuse, one she should expect from a layabout like him, but-- but she also remembers the clump of blossoms during the ceremony, falling with an unceremonious fwump on his lap. And the way he’d sneezed, violent enough to make Kotaro’s eyes water.

Ha. Now that would be a funny little twist on Inui Mika’s romantic plans. Her stretching up, right on the tip-toes of her Oxfords, leaning in to breathe, take care of me-- and Kamitani sneezing right in her face.

“Why are you smiling like that?” Taka asks, suspicious. “You aren’t looking for my brother, are you?”

“What?” she squawks, smile squashed. “No. Of course not. It’s just-- he’s usually not far from where you are. Glowering.”

“Inomata-neesama,” Taka says, so serious, so dire. “Are you guys gonna get along?”

She gasps. “Absolutely not!”

Kashima leans over, interest bright in his eyes. “Oh my! Have you and Kamitani finally warmed up to each other, Inomata-san?”

This is the last thing she needs. “I would never--”

“I caught them talking during storytime a couple weeks ago,” Taka offers, “but Nii-chan told me to mind my own business.”

Kashima’s eyes widen. “Really?”

Maria can’t just clap a hand over Taka’s mouth, but she can’t let him keep talking. Not when he’s liable to tell Kashima everything, beskirted fish and all. She needs to find some other way, something to distract rather than neutralize.

“Yeah, and they--”

Or at least something that might keep his mouth too busy to talk.

“Hey, Taka-kun.” It’s too loud, the way she speaks, too bubbly. Too much like Yuki-chan and not enough like her. “Do you want another mochi?”

But it works. Taka swings toward her without a moment’s hesitation. “Oh yeah, gimme it!”

“Here,” she says, moving the tray toward him with a beatific smile. “Enjoy.”

In no time at all, the blanket goes from nearly empty to utterly crowded, Maria pressing shoulders with Kumatsuka-sensei on one side and Mamizuka on the other. Yuki arrives not long after the teachers do, Kawata and Yamane in tow. Maria gets to her feet, meaning to drop down next to her-- this was, after all, supposed to be an outing between the four of them-- but Yuki stares at her like she’s grown an extra head.

“Maria-chan,” she gasps, wide-eyed. “What are you doing?”

Maria blinks, half-crouched. “I was just coming to say hello...?”

Yuki stares at her, uncomprehending. “You were sitting down right next to him!”

“W-who--?”

“Kashima-kun!” Yuki hisses, her hands making stressed starburst by her cheeks. “You need to get back there before he follows you!”

“But--”

“Maria-chan.” Warm hands clasp around her own, squeezing tight. “This is your chance to talk with him outside of school. Don’t let it get away!”

She jolts up, nearly dragging Yuki with her. “I-- I won’t. I’ll do my best!”

Maria strides back to her place on the blanket, facing Kashima with a level of determination she typically saves for exams. Guilt tries to grab at her as she watches him, Mother’s voice echoing in her ears-- you aren’t going to be meeting any boys today are you?--

But it finds no purchase. It’s not as if she planned to see Kashima. And even if she had, there was hardly a chance anything more than simply talking would occur. There were teachers here, after all. “Kashima--”

“Oh, look!” He blinks, craning his neck to see down the blanket. “The guys from 3-C are here. I should probably go say hi.” He flashes her an apologetic smile. “I’ll be right back.”

Her jaw drops. “But--”

It’s no use; he stands, making his way down to the other end of the blanket, mouth spread just as wide when he greets his friends as when he greeted her. Nothing special, just-- Kashima being Kashima, as always. And her always hoping there’s more to it.

“Ah, good, he’s finally gone.” Sawatari-san leans in, eagerly clasping her hands. “Now we can talk to you, Inomata-san.”

Maria blinks. “Eh?”

“Shizuka told us all about your troubles, Maria-chan.” Mamizuka’s mouth pulls far too wide when she smiles at her, elbow prodding her side. “Your boy problems.”

To think, when Sensei had pulled her aside, she’d worried about her letting her secrets slip to Kamitani. This is far worse. “I don’t have any--”

Two cold hands grasp her shoulders, stilling her words right in her mouth. “It’s all right, Inomata-san,” Kumatsuka-sensei tells her, expression disturbingly mild. “We’ve all been through the same thing. You can trust us to give you a sympathetic ear.”

“And good advice.” Mamizuka gives her a terrible, salacious wink. “You won’t have to worry about a thing.”

“Oh, yes.” Sawatari nods, smile warm. “Anything you need, Inomata-san, we’re here for you.”

For a moment, Maria is tempted. As confusing as Kamitani-sensei’s ‘advice’ was, it at least came from experience. And three happily married women must have even more; maybe even a surefire way that she could get Kashima to--

“Oh, sorry.” Kashima smiles brightly as he kneels down; an expression that dims when he earns a glare from each teacher in turn. “I-I didn’t mean to interrupt anything...?”

Mamizuka’s voice is too high-pitched for a growl, but she sounds like she might give it a go anyway. “You are.”

“We were having a conversation with Inomata-san,” Kumatsuka informs him, mild and yet somehow more threatening than a shout. “An important one.”

“O-oh?” His mouth tries a tremulous curve. “What about?”

With the utmost calm and composure, Maria presses her palms flat to her lap and yelps, “It’s none of your business!”

“Inomata-sama.”

The blanket is empty, the others up and wandering after the children, laughing as the petals fall around them. But Saikawa-- Saikawa is somehow at her elbow, looking as grave as always. “You’re enjoying the bento I prepared?”

“Ah, yes.” She wipes at her mouth. “It’s--” excellent-- “very good.”

He nods, pleased. With confident hesitation, he says, “Inomata-sama, I am not sure how to bring this up, but it is my understanding that you are learning about love.”

She stares, her whole face hot. “I-- I haven’t-- who--?”

“I myself have never experienced such a magnificent phenomenon,” he continues, as if she hadn’t spoken at all. “But once, in my youth, while I was visiting my grandmother in the Alps--”

It would be unconscionably rude to interrupt him. Maria knows that, she really does; if Mother ever found out, she would send her right to her room for her lack of manners. But she won’t, and if there is another thing Maria knows, it’s that she won’t survive a story as long as this, not when she’ll be on alert, wondering when Kashima will wander back with Kotaro. If he hears even a words of this, she-- she--

“I’m not learning about love,” she blurts out, too loud, but it does the job-- Saikawa halts mid-word, attention fixing on her. “I just want to get a boy to like me.”

He blinks, not in confusion like most people, but like a breath. A way for whatever passes for a brain inside that head of his to switch gears. “Well, there are many who have dedicated their lives to the idea of being desired, Inomata-sama. I shouldn’t think it would be hard for a young woman like yourself to find some young man who would--”

“I mean a, er, specific boy,” she clarifies. “Not just anyone.”

“Oh.” He sits back on his heels. “That seems much more simple, then. I would be best to ask him about his preferences. Once, Ryuuichi-sama tried to make a meal for me to express his gratitude, and he--”

“I’ve tried,” she hurries to inform him, trying to divert his story before it can start. “Sort of. But he just told me things that--” she can’t say brother, not to Saikawa, not when it would make it obvious-- “um, other people like.”

“Ah.” He nods, knowing. “I understand. It is hard for us to know our own hearts.”

“Sure,” she agrees. “But this is, uh, more than usual.”

His eyes round. “Oh, I see. He must be the sort who takes care of others before himself. A very noble young man. You have exceptional taste.”

“I know.” It’s nice to hear it, though she’d die before admitting it. “I’ve already tried studying to understand him, and I’ve had mentorship, er, thrust upon me.”

“To no avail?”

“No.” Her shoulders sag with a sigh. “I’m not sure what else I can do.”

“That does sound wearying.” Maria’s surprised to find that it is, that now that Saikawa’s mentioned it, she’s tired, the way she is after an exam. Wrung out, even. “Have you tried...? No, never mind.”

Her spine straightens, gaze fixing to him like a crow to a call. “What? What is it?”

“This may seem obvious, I suppose, but...” He glances down at her, oddly curious. “Have you tried asking one of his compatriots?”

She stares at him, unblinking. “You mean, one of his friends?”

Saikawa nods. “Yes, someone his age. Someone who is both better acquainted with the desires of youth, and able to speak with some authority about the subject itself. Or rather, himself. A...tutor, one might say.”

“A tutor.” She settles back onto her heels, mulling over the prospect. It’s certainly not a bad idea-- at least, better than anything else she’s heard-- but still... “Who?”

He blinks. “I couldn’t possibly speculate. It would be very individual to your person of interest. If you were to tell me, however--”

“That won’t be necessary.” Kashima, after all, has a lot of friends, a good number of them boys in their year. The ones in 3-C, for one, who are only a few steps away--

And one of them-- the one with glasses-- is trying to use his shoe to knock petals from the tree. I need it for my profile picture, she hears him shout, much to the amusement of his friends. Girls love when there’s flowers and stuff.

Right, there’s a reason these boys aren’t in the advanced class. And if the way the other two are shooting furtive, hopeful looks at Yuki is any indication, talking to them might read as interest rather than research. A request for tutoring might as well be a date.

The boys in her class are no use either; Yagi’s a pervert-- or the next best thing to one-- and Nezu’s advice has already failed her. But there’s not one else, not unless--

“Inomata-sama,” Saikawa says, his tone curious. “Is that someone lurking behind that cherry tree?”

She blinks, letting her eyes readjust to the distance. it takes a minute-- there’s petals everywhere, drawing her eye, but once she ignores them, she sees...red.

Ah. How...convenient.

“There is,” she says, mouth pulling into a smile. Saikawa makes to rise, but she holds out a hand, already on her feet. “Don’t worry, I’ll handle this. It’s just our old senpai, after all.”

[oswaldsleftbicep]

first, i’d like to say happy birthday! may all your dreams come true <3 i really hate myself for being so late into this amazing fandom but also really happy that you’re still writing about the game, it was so hard to find one who is still active so thank you so much for doing the amazing work ily for that T^T but aside from that, i wanna join your game hehe but i don’t want to describe myself irl so i just describe myself that i imagined when i played the game if that’s okay to you (also sorry for the long ass paragraph, i got carried away) :D

my character has short hair, i would describe it as a short wolf cut style, and her hair color is black. her clothing style is more into masculine but when she wears it, it still looks feminine to her no matter what? i’m sorry i’m really bad at explaining stuff. her usual type of outfit is a baggy t-shirt with shorts. her choice of outfit and her personality are so much different since she’s actually a soft spoken girl. i imagined her having 6 brothers and only 1 sister so of course, she will be more likely to follow her brother's behaviour but more into the soft spoken side. she’s also the youngest and very polite to her siblings since her culture is VERY strict about respecting people who are older than them even if it's only a one year gap. her star sign is gemini (but oh boy she sure doesn’t act like one)

for hobbies, she enjoys baking! cookies, cake and bread? she loves them so much. but she only does them when she’s in the mood, if you’re asking her when she isn’t in her baking mood, sorry she’ll reject you. another thing that she likes to do is go for a jog every evening, she is not a morning person nor a night person. she doesn’t enjoy waking up early and she doesn’t like it when she needs to stay up late (even if it’s only 11PM)

she likes to eat, and the food that she enjoys the most without feeling bored even if she needs to eat them every single day is a chicken, it doesn’t matter if it’s fried or seasoned, she enjoys every one of them. for dislikes, she just hates doing chores. it’s funny for me because i think almost all of the route in the game is the mc being a servant for the boys.

she had never been in a relationship so she’s quite confused with the thoughts of having someone important in her life. i think one of her love languages would definitely be spending time with her loves one, like going on a cute picnic (she doesn’t like loud places like going to a concert or shit because what’s the point of going on a date when all you can hear is people screaming) she would definitely enjoy having a deep conversation with her partner, and talking about the future. she doesn’t enjoy skinship that much, it’s because she’s not used to someone casually cuddling or clinging to her. so for skinship, maybe just holding hands or a quick hug! (also because this bitch got embarrassed so quickly and she got really flustered when it comes to pda or something)

that’s it :o i’m only using what you’ve said on your post. sorry if there’s a mistake. english is not my first language T^T and sorry if it’s long! have a fantastic day <3

i love that you described your oc, it was so fun reading about her!! i'm happy to hear that you're into this fandom and enjoy my writing, it's stuff like that that gives me the motivation to write and keeps my love for the characters going :,) i've always believed that every fandom deserves content and if you can't find the content you're looking for then make it! also i'm still going to be referring to your oc in the second person cuz it's what i'm used to. so without further ado,

i ship you with....

Noel!

❧ your style is kinda similar to his in a way, like you dress masculine but still have that feminine edge whereas he dresses kinda feminine but still has a masculine edge. if you're comfortable with the idea, i feel that the two of you could pull off sharing each other's clothes

❧ he appreciates that you're soft spoken and polite and not loud like ricardo or insensitive like mikael. your respect for those older than you is something he's curious about as he just kinda treats everyone the same regardless of their age or status, so he'll probably inquire about your culture and why respecting elders is as important as it is; his questioning is all out of genuine curiousness tho, he just wants to learn more about you and values that are different from his own

❧ he's lowkey jealous about your big family, especially since it sounds so loving and unlike the families he grew up with. nevertheless he'll let you talk all you want about your siblings, wanting to know all he can about how you grew up. if he's in your own world, please take him to meet your family; he may be shy around them at first but he'd love the idea of being included in such a big, loving family

❧ noel's a sagittarius, and sags are pretty compatible with geminis; both signs are mutable which means there's a lot of flexibility with the two of you so y'all's relationship should get along fine without major quarrels. sag is a fire sign and gemini is an air sign which is great bc an air and fire relationship is heavy in support :)

❧ we already know noel loves food, and i feel like he'd have a pretty big sweet tooth as well, so he loves it when you bake. he's your taste tester for everything you make and he'll eat all of the finished product no matter how you think it comes out. you may have to end up hiding what you make from him if you intend on sharing it with others. he won't openly gorge out on your foods like a glutton, but he will eat all of what's in front of him, and if he happens to like it a lot, he'll sneak more of it later on lol. he won't openly ask you to make things for him, his requests are masked as suggestions like "you should make those cookies again" or "i think mikael would like that pie for his next gala"

❧ he's pretty indifferent about you going for jogs every evening, it's just something you like to do and he supports that. if you want him to join you or if you mention you'll be jogging somewhere away from the castle he'll come with you without hesitation. he's got excellent stamina and can keep up with you no problem, although the way he never seems to break a sweat irks you sometimes lmao

❧ he's a very easy sleeper in that he can fall asleep anytime anywhere no problem and his internal clock wakes him up when he needs to get up, it's amazing and i'm jealous. so he adapts to your sleeping schedule easily, like if falling asleep together is something you like then he'll come to bed with you even if it's earlier than he's used to. he does tend to wake up early no matter what, but if he wakes up before you he'll spend that extra time making sure the end of your sleep is comfortable, and he also takes time to memorize the details of your face and admire how peaceful and sweet you look. if he has something to do in the morning that requires his immediate attention, he'll get up and ready as quickly and quietly as possible so as not to disturb you, and before he leaves he'll write a quick note explaining where he is and he'll carefully brush the hair away from your face, gently caressing your cheek

❧ like i said, mans loves his food, and he'll eat whatever you make for him, so he'll have no complaints whatsoever if you make chicken for a week straight. in fact he thinks it's amazing that you can prepare the meat in so many different ways. he has a hard time picking a favorite, but i think he'd like grilled chicken the best, kinda like how cracker barrel makes their grilled chicken, it's seasoned just enough and it's so juicy and kinda marinated in a little sauce

❧ he's not much of a fan of doing chores either, i mean his room is pretty messy after all, but y'all also realize that it's something that has to be done, so i could see the two of you dividing the chores into little bits throughout the week or even the month so it's less to deal with. you'll assign each other with tasks to do, whether it's changing the sheets or gathering all the trash to be thrown out, whatever it is you decide to do it's just a little system that the two of you created to make doing boring chores more bearable

❧ noel's never had someone to be this close with either, and while this can make things tricky, i think it would be good for the two of you to figure those new feelings out together, like the cute first love trope. since it's all new for him as well, and since he struggles with emotions in general, he won't be as quick to jump into the physical contact part of relationships. he'll focus primarily on learning more about you and navigating how relationships work

❧ he'd probably turn to ricardo for date ideas before promptly deciding that's a horrible idea and turning to ask mikael who is much more lowkey and suggests some pretty good date options. common dates for the two of you would be trying new recipes, taking walks, going into town to browse little shops and eat at cute cafes, and spending an afternoon outside for a picnic and to watch the sunset

❧ noel needs a lot of practice figuring out his feelings and how to voice his thoughts so having someone that likes to have deep conversations is good practice for him; it'll get him to get used to voicing his opinions and thinking more abstractly about the future and what if scenarios. he finds it a bit scary at first but eventually he finds comfort in the fact that he can be vulnerable around you like this, just being in each others' presence and sharing whatever comes to mind

❧ again, physical touch isn't really one of his love languages. like sure, it's nice, but he doesn't crave it, so you don't have to worry about him getting too clingy or getting you all flustered with pda. it'd probably take him super long for him to even hold your hand, and anything he decides to initiate he'll save for when it's only the two of you; he wouldn't try any physical contact around anyone else until much, much later in y'all's relationship

❧ so pretty much i chose noel because i could see the similarities between the two of you and because i feel y'all could really help each other grow and become more open and comfortable, and you would support each other through the whole process. it's just a sweet, chill relationship y'all have <3

[eating-plastic]

The Sterling Sisters: Just Louisa

In honor of Lou's birthday, here are nothing but headcanons focusing on her!

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🎨-Like most kids, Louisa's love of art started when she could first hold a crayon. She's been painting and sketching ever since

🎨- She's been playing the violin since she was 12 years old because here in the good ol' US of A, you have to take some sort of music class like band, choir, or orchestra typically in middle school (not sure if it's the same way in other countries or other states, this is just what I had to do. Guess what instrument I played lol)

🎨-Anyways, like with art, she's been playing ever since. She takes practice and her craft very seriously

🎨-She has a specific notebook where she composes little pieces of music herself

🎨-She keeps her hair short to avoid getting paint in it and so she doesn't have to push or hold it out of the way when she plays

🎨-If Lou had to describe her style, she'd say comfortable. She loves oversized hoodies, sweaters, and of course, cardigans

🎨-She started wearing berets because Angie thought it would be cute and go with her whole "artist" aesthetic. She actually really likes them, and it's become a tradition for Angie to gift her a beret in a different color or pattern for her birthday

🎨-She has made self portraits of her sisters, her parents, and the puppets. They all loved them

🎨-Speaking of parents, she gets her red hair from her mom

🎨-She likes analyzing music. Doesn't matter if it's from a movie or a video game. She enjoys looking at the intricate details of every note

🎨-Her favorite place at the Bodega Bay Inn is the gazebo. It's such a pretty place that always helps her feel inspired

🎨-While she's close with Marabelle too, her and Angelica are really close with her being just a year younger. As such, their parents enrolled them in school together

🎨-She hung out with Angie's theater girl friends a lot throughout their school years

🎨-If she was ever being bullied, Angie would always stand up for her. She and her clique find a way to ruin the bully's reputation

🎨-And that's the better outcome for them. If Mara found out Lou was being bullied, she would jump straight to threats and violence

🎨-Homegirl's got no problems whooping their ass if they don't leave her alone

🎨-No one messes with their little sister

🎨-Same thing goes for any creep harassing her. They're either getting their ass beat by Marabelle or they're gonna get roasted to all hell by Angelica

🎨-Her biggest pet peeve is being told to talk more

🎨-Blade is the first boyfriend she's ever had, so it's kind of a big deal for her

🎨-Y'all know what that leads to? That's right! Insecurities! Lou would always ask him if he was really happy with her and all that jazz

🎨-Luckily, Blade is very patient and understanding. He absolutely has no problems reassuring her that he does love her so much