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not-krys · 2 months

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[Repost] Hold My Hand - Thea

Part of this set of WIP Wednesdays

Raw, unedited writing, Introvert vs Extrovert, Thea does cuss someone out in French (which is machine translation, so if it's wrong, sorry, not my fault)

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

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

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

Isaac said nothing. Thea only grinned more.

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

"You…" Isaac mumbled.

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

"You… talk a lot."

Thea laughed softly.

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

"Dad? Papa?"

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

"They… they sound nice."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Isaac flushed pink, embarrassed.

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

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

#krys's adventures in fanfiction #wip wednesday #ikemen vampire #ikevamp oc #isaac newton (ikevamp)#dorothea reid (oc)#repost queue

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krys-loves-otome · 10 months

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Different Universe, Same Love 2023: Mafia AU

"I'm glad you could make it, Detective."

Arthur took off his hat, gazing cautiously at the pair before him. Sitting the chair was Dorothea Reid, daughter of the local mafia baron, wearing the finest silks and satin money could by.

Standing beside her was Theodorus van Gogh, also infamously known for his mafia ties, but his brother, Vincent, was far more famously known for his paintings. What the two of them were doing here together was unknown.

"Pleasure, Miss Reid." Arthur said.

"Have a seat, Mr. Doyle," Thea's gloved hand welcomed him to the opposite chair across from her. "We have much to discuss. And, please, call me Thea. No need to be formal here."

Arthur sat as told, the leather cool against his legs. He glanced one more time at Theodorus, who remained standing at Thea's side.

"Let's get down to business, then."

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Welcome back to Round 2 of Different Universe, Same Love, hosted once again by the lovely @xxsycamore and @queengiuliettafirstlady!

The main theme with this one was Mafia AU, but there is some bodyguard au hints with Theo standing with Thea sitting. Plus, it was an excuse to draw 1920s gangster attire, so that was fun.

Many thanks to Mo and Julie for hosting this event this year and I hope to see lots of new and fun things from other participants, both old and new!

#different universe same love ccc #ikemen vampire #ikevamp oc #dorothea reid (oc)#theodorus van gogh (ikevamp)#arthur's here too but I didn't draw him #he's the pov character looking on the pair #and he is technically featured #thea's arm pillow and Theo's tie and pocket square are all teal #kinda hard to tell with all the red going on #but it is teal so Arthur is represented here too #because I said so #day 1 down #six more prompts to go

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qaanngi · 8 months

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happy birthday @krys-loves-otome 🎂💕

#krys loves otome #krys #Dorothea Reid (oc)#hope I did your girl justice #IkeVamp OC #le art tag

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despicablediet · 2 months

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Chapters: 8/?

Fandom: Vampyr (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Geoffrey McCullum/Jonathan Reid, Geoffrey McCullum & Jonathan Reid, Jonathan Reid & Edgar Swansea Characters: Geoffrey McCullum, Jonathan Reid, Edgar Swansea, Dorothy Crane | Dorothea Craciunescu, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Guard of Priwen Characters (Vampyr), Old Bridget (Vampyr), Gwyneth Branagan, Emelyne Reid, Avery Cork, Clarence Crossley, Other Character Tags to Be Added Additional Tags: No Civilian Kills | Not Even Once, Enemies to Friends, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Expanded lore, Canon-Typical Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Guard of Priwen - Freeform, POV Alternating, Betrayal, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Post-Canon Summary:

Months have passed since the end of the Skal epidemic. London was saved - but is still not safe. Something is working in the shadows, waking in depth unknown, and before long, those who were enemies will have to join forces. Geoffrey and Jonathan face old and new foes, magic and powers beyond any control,... and have to come to terms with their own devils.

Oh my... time is running fast! It's chapter 8 already and my backlog is shrinking quickly. Thank you all so much for your support uwu Anyway, in this chapter I will show just how messed up Jonathan is. Have some wonderful OCs of @wniemocy as well! I hold them very dear so be nice to them.

Enjoy!

#vampyr #vampyr game #fanfiction #jonathan reid #geoffrey mccullum #mcreid #in deep water #ao3

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not-krys · 7 months

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Seasonal Vibes Meme

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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not-krys · 2 months

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

Happy Valentine's Day!

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

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

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

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

Check out my Masterlist!

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Houki

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

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

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

Today, however, would be different.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you sure?"

"I am. I want to help you."

She nods, still affected with sleep.

"Thank you. I appreciate it."

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

"Is he kicking?"

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

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

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

"You see him in your dreams?"

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

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

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

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

"What do you think?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Is he starting to get too heavy?"

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

Mitsunari rubbed her lower back and kissed her temple.

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

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Ophelia

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

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

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

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

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

"Ah, that makes sense."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kennyo chuckled.

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

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

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

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

Ophelia chuckled.

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

"Oh? You trust me that much?"

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

"I suppose I did say that."

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

"Oh, would you now?"

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

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

"Only like, dearest?"

"Just a little bit."

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

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

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

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

"A tall order, I hope you understand."

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

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Thea

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

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

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

Isaac said nothing. Thea only grinned more.

"You…" Isaac mumbled.

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

"You… talk a lot."

Thea laughed softly.

"Dad? Papa?"

"They… they sound nice."

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

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

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

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

Isaac flushed pink, embarrassed.

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

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

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Abby

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

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

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

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

Jean nodded, confident in his own way.

"You have been patient with me, mademoiselle."

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

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

"I want to try reading again."

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

"The Ugly Duckling."

"The Ugly Duckling?"

"Hmm." Jean nodded.

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

"Do you like the story?"

"I relate to it the most."

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

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

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

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

"…Yes, I do."

"But you are beautiful."

Abby blushed bright red, her eyes wide.

"T-Thank you."

"Were you bullied, then?"

Abby froze.

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

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

"Hmm?"

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

Jean was silent.

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

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

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

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

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Miri

"Oi! Hey!"

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

"Sorry," she apologized, looking down.

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

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

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

"…Both."

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

"Not like you to get scared."

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

"Worried about Lucifer?"

"Yeah."

Mammon sighed and gripped her hand tighter.

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

Mammon snorted.

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

Miri looked up, seeing Mammon's grin.

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krys-loves-otome · 22 days

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OC Brain Rot Introductions

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Houki of Jiyel, "Houki"

Preferred Pronouns: She/Her

Game: Ikemen Sengoku

Suitor: Mitsunari Ishida

Age: Early 20s

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

Personality: Quiet, Introverted, Observant

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

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

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Ophelia of Revaire, "Ophelia"

Preferred Pronouns: She/Her

Game: Ikemen Sengoku

Suitor: Kennyo

Age: Late 20s

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

Personality: Calculating, calm, refined

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

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

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Dorothea "Thea" Reid

Preferred Pronouns: She/Her

Game: Ikemen Vampire

Suitor: Theodorus van Gogh, Arthur Conan Doyle

Age: Early 20s

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

Personality: Friendly, outgoing, stubborn

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

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

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Abigail "Abby" Clarke

Preferred Pronouns: She/Her

Game: Ikemen Vampire

Suitor: Vincent van Gogh

Age: Early 20s

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

Personality: Quiet, meek, curious

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

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

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Madeline "Maddie" Fleming

Preferred Pronouns: She/Her

Game: Ikemen Revolution

Suitor: Harr Silver

Age: 30

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

Personality: Outgoing, caring, fun

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

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

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Clara Laurent

Preferred Pronouns: She/Her

Game: Ikemen Prince

Suitor: Nokto Klein

Age: 27

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

Personality: Serious, stubborn, kind

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

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

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Miriam "Miri"

Preferred Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them

Game: Obey Me!

Suitor: Lucifer

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

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

Personality: Curious, kind, stubborn

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

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

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OC Brain Rot Post #1: Thea and Abby and the Rivals Fight at the Mansion

OC Brain Rot (originally based on this post) is where I basically ramble some about my OCs and what they're up to currently outside of my writings and arts. Basically, these posts are, in essence, brain dumps. Sometimes there might only be a couple sentences and half-formed ideas, others might go into meta involving my ocs and whichever game universe they are apart of.

Most post will be based around my otome OCs but some original ones might slip in once in a while! You just never know where my brain might take me.

I'll also make a big, huge note here that these posts won't be spoiler-free! At the beginning of each post, I'll try and make note of which game and OCs I'll be talking about. Spoiler parts will be under the cut.

For this post, there will be Spoilers below about the Interlude route of Ikemen Vampire, right around Chapters 10 and 11.

Thea and Abby will feature in this rot. Normally, they are two characters that have their own universes. However, I also fall inevitably into joining their universes together just so I can have them both interacting with the boys and being friends (Thea is quite protective of the shy and timid Abby), so I'll also include some thoughts about both of them together in this part of the Interlude route.

Here we go, onto the brain rotting!

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For Context: The Interlude Route in Ikemen Vampire is a transition arc between the first and second acts, right before the act 2 for the suitors are released and two new characters are introduced. MC is stuck in the past because Comte's magical time door is broke and going home is likely an impossibility at this point, unless you want to be lost in the time soup for all eternity. So now, MC is trying to make the best of the change in her plans.

Vlad, still bent on not letting the vision he saw in the future come to pass, revives the rivals to our suitors and they have been terrorizing everyone the past few chapters. Where I'm at currently, Vlad has met with Comte and Leonardo and they tried to talk things out, purebloods to pureblood, but Vlad still refuses to stop his mission and the three part ways.

He then sends the ones he's revived to the mansion in an all out attack. Napoleon and Jean take the most brunt in fighting Wellington and Gilles with Leonardo and Comte assisting them. Dazai and Sebastian were guarding the door while the other non-fighters (Mozart and Isaac) were in the piano room. Theo had gone on his own to face off against Gauguin to get revenge with Arthur following him to make sure he didn't do anything stupid, such as going through with the revenge quest he was on.

This is initially where the girls start off in. Vincent is also in the piano room but soon goes out on his own because he also figures that Theo was about to do something stupid and while I initially thought it was dumb of him because he left the non-fighters defenseless (his little info blerb he's the strongest of the non-purebloods and I had many instances of 'why you do that, something bad gonna happen to the non-fighters! Vincent, my love!') but he didn't want for Theo to do his stupid thing, so he goes to Theo and it's sweet (me still thinking it was dumb but whatever, narrative gonna do what it wants).

For Thea, she goes with Vincent after Theo. No risking yourself for your brother nonsense! She cares too much about Theo too, she's gonna stop him. And she knows a little bit about fighting (as stated in this power-scaling reblog I did), so she'll be mostly okay. Theo pulls her to him as he flips the pool table in the game room and all four of them are dodging bullets, currently.

For Abby, she stays with Mozart and Isaac in the piano room, scared as this is some terrifying shit going on! When Vincent said he was leaving for Theo, Abby was very, very scared, numerous things running through her head, all of them not good. Worried for everyone outside fighting currently, for Sebastian and Dazai guarding the door, for Theo and Arthur out on their own, and now Vincent going on his own to find Theo. She wishes she could curl up in a corner somewhere, close her eyes and cover her ears until all of this was over, but she can't, not when all of her friends are fighting right now.

Before Vincent leaves, she does tug on his sleeve, wanting to ask him to stay. She knows how strong he is and wants him to stay with them, but seeing his eyes, how worried yet determined how he is. He was set on finding Theo.

So, in the face of that, all she could do was let go of his sleeve and say "Be careful."

Vincent smiles and gently pats her shoulder, promising to come back soon, with Theo in tow.

Once he's gone, however, Salieri comes after Mozart with a knife and we're back in terror time again. Isaac stays the closest to her, they're both terrified! Mozart shielding both of them. He manages to break the mind control over him with standing in front of the piano, reminding him that he had admired his music in their first lives, what has happened to you to attack another music lover? Things seem to simmer down in the music room because of that.

In the combined universe of both girls, it's relatively the same, Vincent still goes off to find Theo, but Thea goes with him, determined to find Theo and to help him or stop him from doing the stupid thing. Abby still tugs on Vincent's sleeve, still sacred but ultimately lets him and Thea go. They both cared a lot about the younger van Gogh, so who was she to stop them just because she's scared?

And... this is as far as I've gotten with this brain rot. Just a fun little brain exercise to put the girls in the goings on with what I'm playing currently. Hope to be able to share some more brain rots with you guys soon!

#krys talks #krys's adventures in fanfiction #krys's babies #dorothea reid (oc)#abigail clarke (oc)#ikemen vampire #ikevamp spoilers #They also went with Arthur and company when he was going to face against Worth #bc Thea didn't want her boy doing something stupid then either with Abby tagging along bc she saw Arthur from the window and got worried #their boys sure are stupid sometimes #all the boys can be stupid sometimes #that's why they love them of course #their silly vampire boys

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24. No Time (Clara, Thea)

The prompt for this month is No Time. Tis a quick one this time. Plus some exploration between Clara and Rio's relationship, as well as some fun between Arthur and Thea.

Check out my masterlist!

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Clara

"Clara!" Rio called out, turning his head left and right, his heels clicking on the cobblestone path as he ran, out of breath and half-panicked.

"Where could she have gone…?"

He tried one more time to call her name, the heady smell of roses around him not helping to keep his head clear. He needed to find her. Needed to find her. He dreaded what could happen if Sariel found her first, or worse, one of the visiting princes. Especially Silvio. He'd scratch the bastard's eyes out for witnessing his Clara being as vulnerable and afraid as she had been lately.

Beauty's Time was on her last petal and Clara had no idea who to pick as the next Rhodolitian King. She'd tried her best, Rio had been there every step of the way for her so he knew how hard she had tried. Yet despite learning all she could about the princes, about politics and etiquette befitting a noble lady, it still wasn't enough. She was still undecided. It was why Rio was so desperate to find her. He wanted to make sure she wasn't worrying herself sick.

"Clara!!" He tried one more, his voice lost amongst the rose garden, carried away on the wind.

He was about to turn around, gather the princes he (mostly) trusted to help look for her, when he looked at the unassuming gazebo, surrounded by rose vines not unlike a fairy tale tower, where a sleeping princess would be laying under a spell, waiting for her prince to come wake her.

He then spotted the hem of an orange skirt inside on the gazebo floor, little touches of gold-like thread glimmering in the low sunlight. As he ventured closer, he saw delicate brown hands desperately clutching the skirt, the knuckles turned pale with the strength of the grip. He then saw cascading brown hair, flowing over a huddled figure in the corner, the face hidden beneath white linen sleeves.

"Clara!" Rio was by her side less than a heartbeat, frantically trying to rearrange her hair, finding little pins periodically in her river-like hair. "What happened? Your hair…"

"Leave it be, Rio." She said quietly. "It's fine."

"It absolutely isn't!" Rio continued finger-combing her hair, trying to find as many pins as he could. "Did one of the princes do this? That trickester Clavis with one of his traps? One of the womanizers? That bastard Silv-"

"No one did this." Clara sighed. "I did this… on my own."

"Why? You always liked having your hair up."

"Just… felt like trying something different, is all."

"That's not true." Satisfied he was able to find as many pins as he could, he sectioned her hair into three long strands, weaving them between each other, making a simple braid. "You only let your hair down when you're stressed."

"I'm not stressed."

Rio stopped making his braid halfway, making a point to sit in front of her, putting his hands on her knees.

"Look at me then, Clara."

She shook her head, burying her face further.

"Please, look at me, Clara." Rio softened his tone with a smile. "Talk to me. Talk to your Rio?"

Her fingers tightened in her skirt again, but she eventually let out a soft, shaky breath.

"There's no time left, Rio. I don't know who to choose as the next king and… I'm scared I'm going bring Rhodolite to ruin."

"You're still not looking at me."

"What does it matter if I'm looking at you or not?"

"I can't see your pretty face if you're hiding it."

"Not in the mood for this."

"C'mon, Clara." he pulled the white gloves off his hands, putting one on her shoulder, feeling her warmth through her clothes. "I want to see your face."

She shook her head again.

"Are your eyes puffy and red? Is that why you don't want to look at me?"

"…Yes."

Instead of answering her, Rio slid his hand between her arm and leg, finding a hot and damp cheek beneath his fingers. He then pulled his hand back and wrapped his arms around her, her startled gasp in his ear.

"You won't mess this up. I promise you won't."

She shuddered beneath him.

"How can you be so sure?"

"I'm your future husband, remember?" Her choked laugh tickled his heart, "it's my job to believe in you and support you even if no one else would."

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Thea

Arthur leaned in the open doorway, watching the hem of Thea skirt dancing across the floor as she moved gracefully around her mannequin, sticking little pins in one place or another. She had taken a commission from a noble lady in town for a new dress. He didn't care much for the color (who knew dyes could make a shade that garishly eye-scaring), but his bird had been working hard to make it work, to please her client.

Except she had been at this dress for weeks now, longer than she would normally take for a dress like this. The client kept asking for small changes, too many in his opinion. He could see Thea's eyes gaining some dark bags and her nimble fingers full of more pricks than he had seen as his time as a doctor with a syringe.

His bird needed a break, he could clearly see.

Nodding to himself, Arthur finally stepped into the room, slipping his arm around her when she took a step back to look at her work.

"The pins give it a real dangerous look," Arthur said, rubbing his chin. "Quite sharp. I kinda like it."

"The pins aren't supposed to be in the final product like that." Thea said flatly, but she wasn't pushing his arm off, already a good sign. "She's already asking for something different. A different cut."

She looked sadly at her scrap pile, already full of that god-awful colored fabric.

"There's no time to order more."

"More?!" Arthur said incredulously, "You could make a full skirt and jacket just from that pile alone and have enough left over to make a matching purse!"

#krys's adventures in fanfiction #wip wednesday #krys's babies #ikepri oc #ikevamp oc #ikemen prince #ikemen vampire #clara laurent (oc)#dorothea reid (oc)#rio ortiz #arthur conan doyle (ikevamp)#got real into Clara's #so sorry that it's longer than Thea's #it's a wip so it's okay #they can get longer later #lol

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krys-does-art-stuff · 11 months

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Mr Steal Yo Girl pen sketch featuring the Van Gogh brothers

July 2021

#2021 #july 2021 #traditional stuff #original stuff #abigail clarke (oc)#dorothea reid (oc)#ikemen vampire #vincent van gogh (ikevamp)#theodorus van gogh (ikevamp)

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krys-does-art-stuff · 11 months

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Thea and Theo in clothes based on John Singer Sargent's double portrait painting of Mr and Mrs. Phelps

January 2023

#2023 #jan 2023 #traditional stuff #original stuff #dorothea reid (oc)#ikemen vampire #theodorus van gogh (ikevamp)

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krys-does-art-stuff · 11 months

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Happy birthday, Isaac! From Scummy's Isaac Bday Week 2022

December 2022

#2022 #dec 2022 #traditional stuff #original stuff #abigail clarke (oc)#dorothea reid (oc)#ikemen vampire #isaac newton (ikevamp)#napoleon bonaparte (ikevamp)#arthur conan doyle (ikevamp)

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not-krys · 1 year

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Love (All my IkeSeries OCs and my Obey Me OC)

It's cheating, I know, but Valentines is today, and the prompt was perfect, but did not have the time to make anything completely finished, so it's a set of wips I made for this year.

Regular warnings apply: raw, unedited writing, some might cut off in the middle, some might get ramble-y. Maybe some vague sense of spoilers for Clara and Nokto as it does kinda play off a scene (or two) in his route. Most of entries deal with romantic love, but there are some that deal with self-love (Ophelia) and platonic/familial love (Miri, Maddie-ish (she has platonic and romantic in hers, so...).

My Masterlist

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Houki

Warmth resonated through Houki as she walked with Mitsunari through town, pinky fingers holding each other securely. In her other hand was a recently purchased new book, the leather cover smooth and cool against to her fingers. She had been wanting this book based on Ieyasu's (albeit reluctant) recommendation on local plants that had different medical properties. Plus, a book shopping trip with Mitsunari saw his other arm holding a satchel filled with tomes of varying other subjects, some she was sure were also medical in nature.

When she had left Ieyasu's palace that one day with Mitsunari, she had told him about the unfortunate circumstances regarding the angry scab on her finger, how before she had come to Sengoku era Japan, she had received a poisoned letter meant for her cousin, and a small papercut might spell her doom as the poison that had coated the paper of the letter was a rare one from where she was from, with no known cures. Ieyasu did what he could with the knowledge and supplies he had on hand, but Houki wanted to see if there was anything else she could do to, if not stop the poison completely, then at least make the symptoms manageable.

Speaking of manageable symptoms, her feet started to slow, pulling Mitsunari to stop in his tracks. He looked back at her with a gentle, understanding smile.

"I can go on further," Houki said, stubborn.

"It's been a long walk for you," Mitsunari reasoned, pulling the satchel from his shoulder. "I'll carry you the rest of the way home."

"You don't have to do that, Mitsuna-ah!" His bag, heavy with books, was now in her hands and her feet were lifted into the air, her cheek pressing into his chest.

"No arguments." He held her securely in his arms, carrying her like the princesses of old. "Besides, I like carrying you, remember?"

Houki pouted, her cheeks warming with embarrassment.

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Ophelia

The breeze tickled Ophelia's bare neck, different from when she pulled her hair into high buns or even the rare ponytail that she sported in her girlhood.

The mass of white blonde hair on the ground told her that this was indeed reality. She had shorn her own hair so short, it curled at the ends with the extra weight gone. It was so light, she almost didn't believe it was real.

With the lightness, came a sense of calm. A sense of relief. Her fingers glided so easily through her hair, she couldn't help but laugh.

"It's real now, old girl," she said, delighting in feeling her short hair. "Those old spinsters and high societies ladies would faint if they saw you now. No makeup, short hair, calloused hands."

She looked at her hands, indeed more calloused than they had ever been when she was a noble woman, no nail paint to hide the chips and the dry nail beds, no lotions or powders to soften the appearance of tiny scars and scratches. Not even a ring or two to express the wealth she had. Just bare, dry, knobby-knuckled hands that she called her own.

In a way, she preferred them this way. They was real. They were hers. This was the real her. She touched her face, no need to fear if she was smudging her makeup, just the soft skin of her face.

This was the real her, barefaced and honest.

She felt… free. She even felt… beautiful in her simplicity, in a way. No lies, no putting on airs, it was just her as herself.

There were plenty of things to hate about herself, she knew that in the back of her mind, but for now, looking at her reflection in the river, bouncy hair and dry hands, those thoughts stayed quiet.

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Maddie

"Ready to go?" Sirius asked, peeking around a bush covered in small magic crystals.

Maddie took in a slow breath, squeezing the bouquet in her hands.

"Yeah," she said at last, lifting up the hem of her long white skirt, "thanks for filling in for my Grandad. I know they would have wanted to be here, but…"

"No trouble at all, Little Lady." Sirius said gently, "I'm honored you thought of me for such an important task."

"The Queen of Spades walking Alice down the aisle for her wedding." Maddie giggled. "I feel like the luckiest girl in the world."

"We all feel luckier, for having you in our lives. Harr especially."

Maddie smiled, thinking of Harr waiting for her at the end of the makeshift aisle. The Lake of Tears, while unconventional for a wedding, she and Harr both agreed it was too beautiful of a spot to pass up. Plus, with it's hidden away nature, and Harr's reputation still on the mend since the Magic Tower's higher powers were dismantled, they could have a quiet, private wedding with friends and 'official' witnesses. In the absence of a conventional priest, one or both army Kings could officiate weddings, Blanc had told her over tea one day. Or he could, as a notary figure of Cradle.

Of course, Maddie couldn't help but want all three at her wedding. She saw Blanc's white head and glasses turning her way in the front row as music began playing, a gentle smile on his face. Ray and Lancelot stood at the altar, both wearing proud smiles. Loki also stood at the altar, the biggest, toothiest grin he could muster on his face. And beside him was Harr, his cheeks slightly pink, but his smile was so bright, he could have beaten the sun by how much he was glowing.

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Thea

Thea whimpers sounded remarkably close to a small puppy's whines when the sunlight hit her tightly closed eyes. Theo couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him as she tried to pull the covers over her eyes.

"C'mon, Hondje," The curtains were pulled open wider, letting the early morning light brighten the room more. "We got an early day today, so get up."

All he received in return was another pup-like whine and the covers pulled more over her head. Theo grinned.

"What, don't tell me you forgot how excited you were about this job?"

"Y'said nothing about getting up at the ass crack of dawn."

"We've got a long way to go to get there. Better to get ready now and come back when there's some daylight left." He rummaged around in the nearby dresser, pulling a pair of white stockings.

"If y'knew we had early day, you shouldn't have let us stay up so late."

"Not my fault you were so eager to get into my pants."

"Yes it was, teasing me like that." A mass of reddish brown hair and freckles slowly emerged from the blue comforter, rubbing the tired from her eyes. Little kisses of purple decorated her neck and shoulders, small reminders of their late night activities. She pulled her long hair over her shoulder, fingering combing the curls and the tangles out.

"You're just easy to tease. Couldn't resist." Theo kneeled in front of her as she swung her legs to the side of the bed, pulling the stockings over her feet and calves.

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Abby

"I'm home, Schatje." Vincent called out softly, the creak of the door following his whisper.

The lights were on and he could smell supper sitting on the stove top, but he didn't see Abby anywhere. Where could she have gone, he wondered.

He walked across the wood floors, squeaks and groans following his footsteps. He check the bath but she wasn't there. Wasn't in the kitchen nor the living room. Perhaps she had turned in early?

He called for her again, sliding the bedroom door open.

Thankfully, he heard her soft breaths and his heart relaxed.

Laid across the bed was Abby, fast asleep on her back, a pillow at her side. As if that wasn't enough to warm his heart, he could see was wearing one of his shirts again. It was too big on her, of course, but somehow, no matter the length, shirts on her always, without fail, raised up whenever she slept, exposing her belly to the world. Vincent always found it endearing, reminding him of King and Brush when they lived with le Comte. Abby always gave King and Brush belly rubs whenever they allowed it, the canine and raccoon seal of approval from her soft scritches evident on their faces.

Tempting as it was to rub her belly too, Vincent didn't have it in him to wake her from her peaceful dream, based on the sweet smile on her face. Whatever she was dreaming of, it made her so happy, she glowed in delight.

Instead he grabbed a blanket that had fallen from the bed, to at least keep her warm while she slept, but he couldn't help but notice some other small details about her as she slept.

Her hair was splayed across the pillows, a golden halo framing her face. Her lips were slightly parted, giving the slightest volume to her breaths. Her fingers were slightly curled as were her toes.

Her shorts (yes, they were hers, but he wouldn't be surprised if he had caught her with a pair of his, as she was wont to do), the button and the zipper were left undone, giving him a peek of her yellow panties. The elastic band had rolled down just enough to let her belly breathe, delicate curls of blonde hair trailing further down, hidden by cotton and denim. It took everything in him to not lean in and kiss her belly button, cute as it was, but no, he was going to control himself and let her sleep.

Vincent bit his lip, blanket settling in his hands.

Well, maybe one little kiss wouldn't hurt.

Setting the blanket down, he sat beside her, brushing her hair from her face, admiring the quiet beauty in her symmetry. Her cute little nose, cute ears, the curve of her jaw, her delicate fingers, the slope of her hips, her painted toes, he loved all parts of her.

His hand ran down her side, gently pulling his shirt down over her, stopping just before he could cover her completely. His finger lightly pressed into her as he leaned down, giving a delicate kiss to her belly, seeming to become rounder each day. He knew the reason for that, the reason for her soft, squishy little belly getting rounder as of late. Why her shorts were left unbuttoned and unzipped, why her panties were rolling down, why she was wearing his shirts instead of her own.

Matter of fact, she should be getting into the habit of sleeping on her side rather than her back, Vincent remembered. That's what the doctor had said anyway.

He asked himself again if he had the heart to move her, to make her more comfortable with the risk of waking her from her peaceful slumber.

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Clara

Her voice was starting to grow quieter, Nokto noticed. A quick glance saw her eyelids closing ever so slightly, trying desperately to stay awake. Her eyebrows furrowing in the attempt was so adorable, he couldn't help chuckling.

"Bed time, little miss," Nokto said quietly, gently tugging the book from her hands.

Once the tome was out of her hands, however, her head fell against his shoulder, startling the prince.

"Clara?" He asked

Instead of responding with a witty quip or an indignant squeak, all he heard was soft snores, not unlike a little kitten taking a nap.

Nokto chuckled again, pulling her closer.

"You trust me that much now?" he whispered quietly, "I feel honored you feel comfortable enough to fall asleep in my presence… again."

He recalled the first time he had taken her to his bed, the scent of alcohol reeking and mostly unpleasant on her, but she still held him so sweetly that night.

This time, she smelled much better, no alcohol to taint her natural musk of ink, paper, and the hint of rose water in her hair. He preferred her this way, this honesty about her. No heavy perfumes of the night, no smoky cigarettes, just her innocence.

He admired her for that, being so open next to him. It made him a little jealous and envious, how she could be so trusting, especially of him.

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Miri

[Yo, Miri!]

Her D.D.D. beeped on her pillow, alerting her of Mammon texting her.

[Look outside your door. There's something waiting for ya!]

Miri raised an eyebrow, curious but with a dash of worry. Mammon had been gone since that morning, but he wouldn't say where he was, as he usually declared it to everyone at the breakfast table, if it wasn't a school day. Matter of fact, he wasn't at breakfast today, but he did text her to say he was okay, but that he had something to do early today.

Sliding off her bed, Miri walked to the door, opening to the bright lights of the hallway.

No one was there, not Mammon nor were any of the other demon brothers.

Just as she was about to head further into the hallway, her toe found a medium-sized box on the floor. Miri tilted her head, looking around again for any other presence in the hallway, but finding no one.

Shrugging and shaking her head, she picked up the box and carried it inside her room, setting it on the table.

"Hope it's not some sort of elaborate prank…"

She carefully lifted the box lid, keeping it in front of her face in case anything jumped out at her. When nothing happened, she looked behind her cardboard shield and saw something wrapped in pink tissue paper.

Two somethings actually.

She set down the box lid and peeled back the tissue paper, seeing a pair of pink, expensive-looking sneakers. The label on the box even said they were her size. Was this what Mammon was aiming to do when he asked her about her favorite color?

Her D.D.D. beeped again.

[Pretty cool, right?] Mammon said.

Miri looked between the new shoes and her D.D.D.

[I was surprised] she replied. [Did you get them just today?]

[Sure did!] Even his texts sounded proud of himself. [I had to wake up extra early and line up cuz limited to a hundred pairs.]

Mammon then sent a picture of himself holding up a similar pair of shoes, the main difference being his were yellow.

[Even snagged myself a pair while I was there!]

[Be sure to wear yours the next time we go out together. We'll look so dope!]

Miri giggled, brushing back a pink curl behind her ear.

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