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Cheating would have been too easy. Unfurling his wings and giving himself a speed boost would have ended one of two ways: with a painful crash into the wall or a game that was over just as quickly as it had started. Mammon desired neither option, so he remained in his ordinary form.
"I wouldn't worry about that too much, Nic." He watched her disappear around the corner and willingly came to a halt. His pace slowed, confidence placing a cocky swagger in his step. "The Great Mammon can always sniff out treasure no matter how well hidden it might be! I'll get'cha alright, but I'll let ya have your fun."
He turned the corner, and his arrogance popped like an over-inflated balloon. Sometimes he forgot how large and confusing the manor could be. It was fun to explore, but he didn't have every single aspect of it memorized.
"Ah, crap. Why'd ya have to go and make it hard, huh?"
It was better for both of them he kept that little detail quiet. Why ruin the fun now by making her worry about him? Why worry at all when she gets the fun of running through the halls, carefree and enjoying herself?
His warning was heard, and to be fair, they both knew that Mammon was faster than she was. However, she’s got a little bit better control in sharp turns or sudden stops. “Ha! If I go any faster, yer never gonna catch me!” Of course he would, but not today. Nicole is quick in making a sharp turn down another hall, and then a secondary into a room.
This place was full of extra rooms and hidden passages, even places that served no purpose, but made small hideaways for people around her or Luke’s small statures. Poor Mammon probably didn’t know about their little hideouts! Or if he did, he couldn’t fit in them! She’s on her way to finding one, needing to put more distance so he can’t catch her, at least not as quickly!
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Beelzebub, for once, didn't argue with her. He adored her, probably more than he ought to when he considered how she treated him, but he would admit to himself only that she had been difficult to get close to. He firmly believed that she was worth it, of course, but that was his heart speaking before his head could.
"So... you kept turning people down because you were waiting for me?" He knew he didn't have to repeat her, but it helped him process to put her thoughts into his own words.
It shamed him further to think that he had misread her. He thought she didn't feel the same, and he too had been content to accept that fact. Now that he knew he had misunderstood, he felt compelled to fix the mistakes he had made. There were many, yet he didn't feel intimidated by the weight of them on his shoulders.
"That is messed up, but..."
His hands returned to hers, thumbs working at her palms again. "You won't have to do that anymore if I tell you that I don't want anyone else either, right? You won't have to wait, and you won't have to want bad things for me."
He brought her hands up, letting them cup his face. His nose nudged into one, soft and innocent and hopeful. "You're not terrible, Kouleia. We're both not used to this, but I want to try if you will."
Her heart pounded at his words, and her eyes slowly met his. The confession brought a lightness, an intense surge of joy.
"You were never awful, B," she murmured, looking down at her toes. "I was wrong to say that." She bit her lip, fighting back tears. The weight of her emotions threatened to overwhelm her.
She reached for his hand, tracing light circles on his skin. "You've done nothing wrong. None of this is your fault." Her voice caught in her throat. She couldn't bring herself to look at him.
"I think my expectations for men are toxic," she admitted. "I've never had someone be consistently kind and respectful like you are. I understand that I'm not the easiest person to like, and honestly, I wouldn't like me either." Her honesty hung heavy in the air.
"The truth is, I reject flirting because it's not you, Beel. It's no secret I've had other partners, but since meeting you, they don't interest me. I thought you only saw me as a friend and tried to accept it, but I'm selfish. I didn't want anyone else to have you." Her hands felt clammy against his as her anxiety rose.
I couldn't handle my feelings, so I tried to make you jealous and envious. Those are the only emotions I understand." She sighed, dropping his hand and burying her face in her palms. "I envy everyone close to you. So much so, I want to ruin every good thing for you because I can't bear the thought of you not being mine. That's messed up. I'm a terrible person.
#whimsiicalmuses#whimsiicalmuses ; kouleia#「 ( beelzebub ; ic ) 」#「 v. *crunch* *crunch* *munch* ( beelzebub ; obey me ) 」
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It was getting worse. The one second it took to look at Fat Gum, the deeper red in her face and the way she was giggling were all the signs he needed. She had a crush on his mentor, and he was nearly invisible to her.
He couldn't believe that was fully transparent, not when she still acknowledged him. But, rather, he was opaque, a misty haze that could barely keep himself together when opposed to the massive powerhouse that was Fat Gum.
"What is it?" He took the note with a lack of enthusiasm. His already sagging expression twisted with confusion. She didn't like him the way she liked his mentor, but she continued to act in a way that made him like her more. She had thought about him, and she did want to spend more time with him, but it hurt to think that she would always have Fat Gum lingering somewhere in the back of her mind.
This is why I don't like people, he groused to himself.
Her kindness and desire to learn more about him made him happier than he liked. Letting her raise his mood meant that reality would squish it down later, painfully and swiftly.
"Maybe next time, yeah. I don't really wanna talk about myself when there are more interesting people there." Red Riot and Fat Gum lead far more exciting lives, and he didn't doubt that they would want to chat more than he did. "And take your time getting our stuff. Don't rush or anything just because we're heroes."
Haruko let out a gasp at Tamaki's confirmation.
"He did?!"
She wheeled her head at Fat Gum's direction, her heart gallopping in her chest and her cheeks hurting from the wide grin stretching on her face. He had mentioned her. He was excited to come here. Maybe... Maybe he was even hopeful to see her again, just like she was? Maybe he had missed her? Maybe he had been talking about her with his students and they took him there to give them a chance to meet again?
Suddenly, the memory of her hero taking her in his strong arms made her face burn and her legs melt. She found herself giggling stupidly without even realising it.
"UH?... Oh! Tea. Sure." She shook her head with another nervous giggle and took her notepad and pencil. "Let me note it down..."
But she was still so excited the pencil slipped down her fingers before she could even write down Tamaki's order. Haruko groaned and bent over to pick it -- that's when her eyes fell on her other notepad, the one she kept under the counter. As if awakening with a sudden memory, she took it and opened it to the list of questions she had jotted down over those days.
"Oh, before I forget..." She ripped the page from the notepad and handed it to Tamaki with a guilty grin. "Sorry. I just kept thinking about our chat and I kept coming up with so many questions to ask you...! I had to write them down, so we could talk more next time we met!"
Her eyes ran down at the list. All the questions were written hastily, inbetween stains of coffee and tea. At least twenty questions or more, scribbled quickly under a title: 'For Tamaki'. The first one said: If apple seeds are eaten can he grow apples? How?
"We can talk about them later, if you're free," she offered, then glanced over Fat Gum and his younger student. "Or... Another time if you prefer. I don't want to keep you busy while you're here with your friends!"
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⟬ @rathalascendant ⟭
The tiny reporter! Even smaller than his own mother figure. Ratha is particularly extroverted today, having gotten used to his new traveling party with their strange technology. Rather bravely, he has shoved his nose into the book she is reading. Ratha snorts. His eyes stare into her. What are you doing?
Mari's beastie friends weren't a new concept to her, but she needed time to adjust to them the same way they had needed time to adjust to her. Most encounters were calm and slow, with plenty of distance because both parties need to ease into closeness.
She had no time to adjust now, the sudden presence of a massive nose beside her pulling a deep gasp from the journalist. Screaming was an awful idea, but she wasn't unflappable.
She stumbled back, book flying into the air. It landed in the sand before she did, but her impact was the hardest. A pained oof was jarred from her chest, but she was able to breathe again after.
"I hope no one saw that." She felt shame bleed into her cheeks, but she reckoned Ratha didn't care enough to tease her. Or, better still, he didn't have the capacity to. Knowing who his rider was, she doubted it was the latter. If anything, knowing Mari likely meant he had a penchant for sass.
It didn't take long for her to get to her feet, sand spilling from the inside of her jacket and pooling into her shoes. She was used to it, the feeling of grit against her socks. It was disgusting and made her shudder, but she was more concerned about her book.
"Is this what you wanted?" She picked it up, slapped the sand away and lifted it to Ratha's eyes. "Can you read? That's probably a stupid question, but you never know."
#rathalascendant#「 ( meryl ; ic ) 」#「 v. small and sassy and looking for a scoop ( meryl ; stampede ) 」
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❝ Dragons can't change who they are.
But who would want them to ? Dragons are powerful, amazing creatures. And as long as it takes me, I am going to learn everything there is to know about them.
Wouldn't you ? ❞
CANON DIVERGENT HICCUP HORRENDOUS HADDOCK THE THIRD
Trained by: Kris
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People liking your personal OCs is still such a crazy feeling, I've been doing this for years and ppl asking about them still fills my entire heart with warmth and idk how to handle it
You enjoy this fictional guy I made up for fun?? Whose only content is random artwork or writing made by me and a handful of other artists at most? They have no show/book/game with a large fandom, it's just one person with an art blog?? I love u
#「 ( ooc ) 」#( which is why I wanna love on other OCs as much as I can )#( I get love for mine and I truly love the heeeeeck out of so many that I see )
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⟬ @wolfkcst ⟭
"I miss you." -Venti
"You know I'm never far, my warrior." A promise easily made because he was one with anemo, the winds woven deeply into his being. Their every thought and fly-away prayer, he felt against his cheek. If they needed him, he would ride the breeze and appear before them without hesitation.
It helped that he missed them too, his arms opened wide. He didn't hug often, but it had been weeks since he had last visited Eivor. "If you've got time to spare, we should catch up!"
#wolfkcst#「 ( venti ; ic ) 」#「 v. to soar high on the winds of freedom ( venti ; genshin ) 」#( always misses his kiddo even when they're not a kid anymore c: )
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Anaïs Nin, The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1920-23
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⟬ @ofhope ⟭
"Itto! I ~ have a secret!" it's not a secret, not truthfully, anyone within earshot, anyone who knew her, everyone on Inazuma knew, but how else to introduce herself? Lifting up on her tippiest of toes, Yoimiya curled a palm against his pointy ear, and mumbled softly: "I'll love you forever. Except this isn't really a secret, and I might've told everyone on my way here. Sorry!"
As compensation for her 'lie,' Yoimiya pressed a smooch to that kissable, adorably pointed ear. "I looooove yooou, Arataki Ittoooo!"
"You've got a secret?" He couldn't help the belly-deep laugh that left him. Her, the loudest and proudest person he knew of besides himself, had a secret. That seemed impossible, but he didn't reject her when she came near.
She got to the tips of her toes, but he bent at the waist to make things a little easier on her. Head tilted, hair brushed away from his pointed ear, Itto waited with mounting anticipation.
He let his assumptions wander, but all of them were dashed when she finally spoiled him with those honey-sweet words. His excitement didn't dwindle. In fact, it sky-rocketed, his face red and lower lip wobbling.
He wondered if she knew that her words were as potent as the fireworks she lovingly made. They would seem, at first, unsuspecting. A trickle of smoke in the air as it rose high, higher, highest — then came the sentiment, erupting with color and heat inside his chest. He was filled to the brim with love, and so much so that he worried his body might tear apart from the force of it.
"Of course ya do!" But he didn't leave it at that. His ego would sing, but he needed her to know that she was just as loved, and that he was just as proud of it as she was.
"C'mere, you!" He hoisted her up under her arms, but he didn't throw her over his shoulder like he often did. She was raised higher, his shoulder her throne. "I love ya too, firecracker! If I wouldn't get kicked out, I'd climb all the way up to the Grand Narukami Shrine and shout it from the top of my lungs."
#ofhope#ofhope ; yoimiya#「 ( itto ; ic ) 」#「 v. it's my job to not have a real job ( itto ; genshin ) 」
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⟬ @zorkaya ⟭
"Luke!" Zarina calls out, approaching the young angel with a bag in her hand. "Are you heading back to your dorm?" She asks when she's closer, but immediately looks around before leaning forward to whisper to the young angel. "Solomon wants to surprise you with his cooking, and I'm aware how bad it is for everyone else, so if you don't mind, could you pretend you and I have plans so we can be there ahead of time to protect the kitchen?" Scheming as always, even behind the wizard's back. Simeon better thank her later for this.
He knew her voice well, the sound of it putting a sweet smile on Luke's face long before he turned to meet her. "Zarina!"
The angel had no time to answer, as she was quick to devise a plan that would benefit their health. No one, not even the most vile of demons, deserved to suffer Solomon's cooking ( if it could be called that. )
All at once, the beaming boy became red-cheeked and serious. His fists clenched, and he leaned in closer still because his whisper was meant only for her.
"Sure thing. You can count on me, Zarina." He never wanted to disappoint her, even if it meant he needed to tell Solomon a little, white lie. He was quick, in fact, bringing out his phone and opening the private thread he had with the sorcerer. "Should I text him telling him I need the kitchen for a project?"
It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth. It was a project, but it wasn't meant for school. He only hoped that his distaste for lying wouldn't shine through.
#zorkaya#「 ( luke ; ic ) 」#「 v. this will make for a great report to michael ( luke ; obey me ) 」#( zarina too the rescue!! )#( luke doesn't wanna be a bad angel but he might have a favorite human )
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⟬ @pluviacuratio ⟭
Gently prompts Taishiro to sit down. Then she takes a little wash cloth and starts cleaning up his face after a fight.
He didn't resist her, his massive frame oozing onto the floor in front of her. Here in her home, there were few places for him to sit without his sheer size causing trouble, but there was an advantage to him folding his legs. She wouldn't have far to reach now that his head was level with her.
"For once, it's not as bad as it could be." Normally, he told her he was fine and he wasn't, but this time it was the truth. He had a few scrapes, but that was all they were — scuffs, raw and beaded with blood, but not enough to panic over.
Pink began to creep up his face the longer she patted him clean. "But if you want, you could still try to kiss it better."
#pluviacuratio#「 ( taishiro ; ic ) 」#「 v. make them lose the will to fight ( taishiro ; pro-hero ) 」#( kisses always make it better )
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⟬ @ghostlyanon — Baizhu's Birthday 4/25 ⟭
Despite her usual aprehension to be under medical scrutiny or treatment, she couldn't deny the appreciation for doctor Baizhu's help and dedication, especially when he too was riddled with his own health issues.
The date of the doctor's birthday had been present in her mind for a while now, given her plenty of time to look for what she thought could be an adequate gift.
What she came to the pharmacy on this special occassion was a wooden box carefully handed over to him. The box guarded five crystal bottles, each one carved with intricate decorations that alluded to the local flowers of Fontaine— As it's been there from which she purchased the gift.
"I… I hope they're useful to you, Doctor Baizhu." She offered a smile, eased of any nervousness this time around. "I wish you a wonderful birthday."
His birthday had been filled with all manner of surprises, from gifts to well wishes to a cake that now sat half-eaten on the table in his office. Each visitor left him feeling light as air and beloved, but Annie's arrival left him truly taken aback.
She was reluctant to see him, understandably, so he found her gift twice as thoughtful when she presented it to him. She could have ignored his birthday, and he would have accepted that. No one was obligated to celebrate, especially those that were wary of doctors, yet she had gathered her courage, her kindness and her generosity and bestowed upon him a gorgeous gift.
"These are stunning, Annie." He moved delicately, long and thin fingers carefully cradling one of the crystal bottles. He quietly admired the details of the flower etched into it, the skill it took to carve without shattering the crystal far beyond what he was capable of.
The bottle was placed into the box again, and the lid was slowly closed. "They will give me immense use, I can assure you. I think if I remember correctly, I was telling Qiqi a few months back that we were running out of vessels to carry some of our oils in."
A smile, just as sincere as hers, perked up at his lips.
"Thank you, I appreciate the thought you put into this. But while you're here, why don't you sit and rest? If you came all the way from Fontaine, you're bound to be tired. I can brew us some tea, and you can tell me about your travels."
#ghostlyanon#「 ( baizhu ; ic ) 」#「 v. upholding the oath ( baizhu ; genshin ) 」#( she's so sweet and now he wants her to chill )
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⟬ @noctuafought ⟭
"How do you make the juice taste different?" She couldn't help but to wonder aloud as she sat there, her little feet kicking and fingers tapping along the side of the glass Diluc had presented her. "You grow them all the same, but the juices don't taste the same."
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⟬ @chiryxushi ⟭
Grey eyes, calm as the sky before a storm, moved from the extensive list in his hands to the woman in front of him. A thick brow rose, but that wasn't the extent of his uncertainty. "There are a lot of ingredients and specifications here. Are you sure you can afford all of this?"
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Oohoh.
It would take someone truly devious and manipulative to get it done, but thinking about villian-ish Himari is just!!
Constantly dead to the world because she's outputting anxiety, fear, envy and all manner of negative emotions out into the world. Every civilian she passes is struck with a feeling they either didn't have or did posses and is now worse.
Himari has no energy to feel anything herself, but everyone else does. People act on these horrible feelings.
It's like decay, but purely emotional, and sometimes that's just as bad.
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⟬ @tsukuharuko ⟭
"It's been so warm lately. Oh, this is awful." There was little she could do about the heat, except to fan at her own face with her hand. "I may have to treat myself today, or else I'll melt into an actual puddle."
Her head tilted, and she glanced to the brown-haired young lady beside her. "Any good ice cream places around here?"
#tsukuharuko#「 ( himari ; ic ) 」#「 v. do not judge ; understand ( himari ; mha ) 」#( thank you for showing interest in her ; u ; )
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