Honestly, if we gave OHSCHC characters phones, I would go into the settings for Tamaki and Honey on all of their apps, especially Tumblr, and make sure it's on childlock and HEAVILY moniter them. Like no sir you don't get to see a Nsfw fanfic of Ladybug and cat Noir fucking because you got intersted in the Miraculous series and wanted to see the pretty drawings of them and funny images.
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" If we’re going to win, we might as well get the best deal out of it in the process "
学┊Kyoya Ootori bi pride icons !!
Bisexual pride + flag
Requested by Anon
Credits to @ koksshhh for the base of 3 of the pride icons
♡/⇆ + credits if saved/using
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Send 💐 for your muse to give my muse a bunch of flowers!
꧁⁕༻♕༺⁕꧂ "Kyooyyyaaaaughh! Mon ami~" His voice rang out as he stood in the middle of the Ootori's room with a bouquet of a dozen white roses in his hands; the way he cradled the flowers made the blond look, comedically, like a bride. 💐 "Et voilà~!" He held the roses out toward the third son. His eyes bright and cheerful, and more than excited to share this special day with his best friend. He was so ecstatic, he had to fight the urge to start singing the song.
"Happy Birthday, Kyoya!"
There would have certainly been a time in his life, and not altogether long ago, that Kyoya would have avoided at all costs sharing his birthdate with Tamaki, out of fear that such a surprise might spark some ire from him. Those days had long passed, however. Besides, it wasn't as if withholding the date would do much of anything. That much was public knowledge. Even if it wasn't, he didn't doubt Tamaki would have found his way to it, through sheer determination, abundant charisma, and a healthy dosage of luck.
Thus, it wasn't terribly surprising to see the blonde today. Even while he had every intention of keeping to himself all day, doing little to celebrate, he was sure that his sister had been more than willing to allow Tamaki in to ensure he had something to lighten the day. Something other than papers to look at.
And what a sight it was: Tamaki clutching a bouquet of white roses close, like a bride at the altar. Kyoya couldn't claim to be too much of an expert on flowers, but he did have some awareness of what they meant. White roses symbolized new beginnings, devotion, or innocence. The latter of these stuck out particularly in his mind with the wide blue eyes that sparkled at him with unabashed excitement.
He stood up from his seat and started over to accept the offering of the roses. “You know, roses aren't exactly a traditional birthday gift. Especially not white ones.” His tone failed to chide at all, as did the smile that came through. He had every intention of placing them in a vase and keeping them close anyway. His biggest regret over receiving them was their temporality. They'd soon wither and die, no matter how well they were cared for. He wondered briefly if he could have one or two pressed, but decided this to be a matter for later.
There was a more pressing matter at hand anyway: that look in Tamaki's eyes. “But I suppose I'll accept them… As long as you don't start singing.”
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bi kyoya pride icons
requested by anon
like/rb if using + credit
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