All art is drawn (very quickly, I apologize 💀) by the admin of this blog. It was my utmost pleasure drawing just a handful of the OCs I have interacted with here on tumblr and I hope you all enjoy! One day I’ll go and render the shots of these characters in my legitimate art style but for now this is all I had the time for, unfortunately. Nonetheless, it was a lot of fun making this and I learned a lot from it.
As Shoma walks in, her expression is... sort of complicated. She seems to be sweating bullets, but she remains with a neutral face. As soon as Ryuuto is seen, she quickly walks up to him from behind and places a hand on his shoulder.
“... We have a situation.”
She knows it's a terrible way to start this conversation, but there was no other way around it.
“And I need you to promise me that you won't freak out... or enjoy it too much.”
(( Feel free to ignore this, it was just a silly idea-
With an arched brow, Ryuuto turns to face Shoma.
Starting a conversation with the words "promise me that you won't freak out" wasn't the most comforting but, on the other hand, the second-half of that sentence did see him perk up a little.
"While I can't promise anything..." He did let a faint fang or two peek through with a slight smirk, "Pray tell, what's this situation?"
... Oh, god, not him of all those gremlins of the night...
[ She made a disgusted and annoyed, with another girl next to her. She turned around and held the hand of the dark-skinned one. ]
Shoma...?
Let's just go before he notices us. It'll be troublesome if he catches up to us and such...
(( Feel free to delete! I'm bad at first interactions :'3
"Do you think I can't get to hear you?"
Frowning slightly, the man with reddish locks approached with firm steps that showed his indignation, until he finally stood in front of both girls, sticking out his chest and crossing his arms.
"Who are you calling a gremlin you little squirrel, huh? Are you afraid that I will accidentally step on you?"
No I'm joking. I don't actually have a beat friend, or any friends actually I have confidants and attendants, and my council and court, and my disasterous family. However I can't truly think of someone I'd identify as a friend perhaps Beatrix but again I never did tell her much she followed me in blind faith.
3)
Learning how to paint, it was enjoyable. I drew many things, it allowed me to live as someone who was not myself; moreover it's one of the last memories I have with my siblings before I got rid of them.
4)
Probably my older sisters debutante ball, it was a gaudy affair and I watched my mother spitefully drink one glass after the other watching how women flocked towards my father, and men three times older than my sister prowled around her looking for a dance.
It's also where Cordelia first met me, I say this in jest, my childhood is not something I enjoy recalling it's been eons there is no use crying over spilt milk. So I'd rather just bury the memories.
Send in 📻 and I’ll post 3 songs that I think best fit our muses relationship
Admin: SORRY FOR THE MISTAKE!! I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THE ORIGINAL ASK WITHOUT ANYTHING IN IT, I'M SORRE @komori--shoma 🥲
Admin: Ah, the secret of that girl~ She just feels different, like I can't reach her, like there's something yet to discover for me to open my heart...
"Don't watch me die" represents the fear Tomoky has of losing Shoma. If she ever were to die by hands of her enemies, she would surely not want for Shoma to be there. Tomoky doesn't want Shoma to know anything about her past and her origins (though still she manages to find out idjskdbs).
What can I do if I like you so much!? Your love drives me crazy! I love you so much that I don't know what to do!
Things were... Erratic, to say the least, and even that was an understatement.
The Kurosawa Family' household members, with the exception of the two daughters, were running around, making calls, making food; it was pure and utter chaos in the worst sense of the word. They never exactly celebrated Christmas, not exactly because they don't enjoy it, but because it's just... Meaningless to them. Sure, they see the appeal: The children get their presents, the adults get to rest a bit (the ones that can actually do that, at least) and spend time with their family and friends, they get to eat delicious food, and so on, so on. They do see the appeal, and good for those that like to celebrate it! But it just wasn't for them. But apparently the universe loves to play with the ups and downs, and now they were getting ready for what the matriarch of the house could describe as war. Speaking of which, the sophisticated Yvonne, the woman that barely got anything on her nerves... She was—
“What the FUCK do you mean you'll come in three days?! Do you even know how much time it'll take us all to prepare for you too— Yes, father, I said "you too"! My sisters' family are co— Oh, for crying out loud— CAN YOU PLEASE JUST SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND LISTEN, YOU LITTLE—”
“Yvonne, please, don't create a conflict with your parents!” August exclaimed as he was carrying out mountains and mountains of ingredients and others with his arms as Volker followed behind him, carrying ten thick books filled with recipes. In that moment, Yvonne's expression changed to a calm one, placed a hand on the speaker tightly so whoever was on the phone wouldn't hear and sighed.
“August, listen, he can't keep acting like a spoiled brat, ok? He's the triple my age, and I'm more mature than her and mother together!” The woman sighed upon noticing her husband's worry. “... I won't involve you in this. I wouldn't like to ruin this for you all...” The moment Yvonne placed the phone on her ear again, she looked exhausted and angry all of the sudden. “Yes, father?... Oh, for the love of God, YES. YES, I CALLED YOU A FUCKING BRAT—”
Sitting there, on one of the large sofas, the two girls were sitting: One waiting for her father's orders, and the other one so disoriented and overwhelmed by the sudden movement, it was making her dizzy. The house was never, ever in this state, and even if they did not exactly celebrate Christmas (they definitely did celebrate the New Years, though), it seems like today was going to to be a special exception... A really special one.
“... I'm going to take a breath outside...” The human finally said as she slowly got up, looking drained despite not really haven't done anything due to, well, nobody telling her what to do or what is happening.
“You do that, hun-bun. You'll need it.” Hela answered as she helped her up and walked her outside, giving her a book of two to calm herself down. “I'll try to help out if they come to their senses.”
With that, Shoma was out, taking a few breaths in and out, slowly, her headache disappearing little by little.
Happy international kiss day, Tomoky! [ Shoma takes the chance to kiss her lips in a quick peek. ] Fufufu!
(BASTA ME VA A DAR ALGO CON SU LINDURA 😭💖)
It's international kissing day~ Come into my inbox and give my muse a kiss for any reason!
— Oh? —The girl's face quickly got a red blush as she received the little kiss, instantly making her smile.— Thank you, Shommy~ —She briefly leaned forward to give a kiss back to the white haired.— Happy international kiss day to you too, fu~
Send 😘 for my muse’s honest opinion about your muse.
Them as a person:
“Kauze is really a mysterious guy to me, considering that I haven't interacted with him much recently. I truly believe, though, that he's a genuinely good person, always happy to lend me a hand from time to time.”
Level of attractiveness:
“Hmm... I mean, he is pretty attractive, but I don't think I find him absolutely mesmerising. Other people, though... Hmmm....”
What annoys them most:
“I think I'm not a fan of his serious attitude at times...”
What they like the most:
“H... His a—”
“Okay, I'm kidding. I love the way he laughs. It's like a really goofy, silly laugh...”
What they’d do if they were locked in a closet together for 4 hours:
“Um... Probably play Uno. I always carry the cards with me!”
Overall opinion:
“I don't mind Kauze, I think he's a good guy, but it's been so long... And that's one on me.”
I feel relieved somehow, this means I still have the chance to hold hands and not go to hell. What about you?
(( I HAD TO I'M SO SORRY. DELETE IF YOU WANT.
"Wow, Shoma. That's a much higher score from you than I anticipated, truth told. If anything, I'm impressed. Have you truly never held hands with anyone in the romantic context of the act...? What a shame. Allow me to lower your score in more ways than one."
After seeing such an unexpected purity score from Shoma, the Vampire quickly took her hand in his.
"This is only the beginning. Needless to say, I plan on taking more of your first experiences. As for my score, it's reflective of a Vampire's long life, but nothing near a score of zero by any means. There are still items from the list I have yet to do, but certainly there is no rush."
[ Shoma looked up the moment she finally noticed she wasn't exactly alone in the living of Ryuuto's house... Not that she was silent to begin with; she got in by the chimney and almost got herself on fire if she didn't bring a really strong rope and fire-extinguisher with her just in case, but fell on her butt when trying to finally get down. Now not only her feet were covered in the rest of pitch coal, but her Santa outfit was almost covered in black, too. She tried, not really caring about the trail of footprints she left behind her, to be completely silent as she carried her bag with her from one room to another, and when she finally got there, well... ]
“... M... Merry Christmas...” [ She smiled nervously, reaching inside her bag to grab a medium size box, one that could occupy her whole backpack, and stretched her hand with it, letting out a nervous chuckle. ]
|| MERRY CHRISTMAS AVA AND HAPPY NEW YEAR. I LOVE YOU ❤️❤️
// MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU TOO ROSY!! please forgive me for not being punctual >< BUT I LOVE YOU TOO AND I HOPE YOU HAD AN AMAZING HOLIDAY PERIOD!!
[ Ryuuto took once glance from the soot that had coated her hands and face, to the Santa outfit she was wearing... and then to the long trail of footprints behind her. ]
[ He brought a hand to - seemingly - rub his eyes for a brief moment, as if in frustration but, honestly? Ryuuto was in far too tired a mood to do anything but laugh; He had to cover his mouth instead, lest a little chuckle escape-- ]
Y...You...
[ Uh-oh, here it came. ]
Fufu... Hahahah.
Don't tell me, Shoma, you climbed down the chimney?
[ Revealing a tired, though soft smirk beneath his hand as he now outstretched it toward the present, Ryuuto simply shook his head and let a slow sigh out. ]