it's raining outside, and higuruma is laying on your bedroom floor.
the soft pit-patter of raindrops coupled with his dancing fingertips against the exposed skin of your waist is a song you haven't quite learnt the tune to yet — he lays on his side, hair tousled and damp, dark strands curling over his forehead, sleeves rolled up and tie forgotten somewhere in the doorway.
admittedly, you're in no better shape. your cheeks are cold, skin of your calves wet with rainwater from running across the busy streets with him, armful of whatever ingredients you two picked out for dinner, his suit jacket held above your head and the occasional chorus of laughter when either of you stomp a puddle and splash the other.
it's raining, and higuruma thinks he falls in love with you every single day, like it's born anew.
he falls in love with the girl he wakes up next to, mouth open and cheek smooshed into the pillows. he falls in love with the girl who doesn't know a thing about law, but argues better than him in the heat of the moment. he falls in love with the girl who kicked her boots through puddles of rain, ruining his pants — the girl who made him laugh about something so mundane.
it's raining, and higuruma is laying on your bedroom floor, oddly paired with his formal white shirt and a pair of pajamas, his dress pants draped over the washer — the dryer broke a few days ago, he forgot — he holds you close as he watches the water droplets race against the glass window.
he loves you.
“do you like the rain?” you ask him, head tucked into his neck, his eyes fluttering shut for a second, the question is lost on him for a moment.
“i like you.”
you don't respond yet, and higuruma opens one of his eyes, only to find you staring at him. “more than you like the rain?” he almost laughs at that, almost, and he pulls you impossibly closer.
“a lot more than i like the rain, i’m sure.”
it's raining outside, and higuruma never really liked when it rained, not at all.
he proposed to you in spring. married you in summer.
but now he hopes it rains tomorrow, he hopes you still want him then, and he hopes you'll splash him with another puddle.
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[click for details] The council (poll) has spoken with a clear winner! and here they are! Pyro warrior cat >:D!!
Probably the most difficult one yet, but I had a lot of fun trying to problem solve how to design them in a way that still maintained their anonymity
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Always have flowers in their pelts!
Covered in thick mud constantly (they like it :] dries a bit near rear.)
"Mask" is a trash bag and plastic bottle with a wet rag inside (made by their respective Engineers.)
"Flamethrower" is an ignited stick covered in pine resin.
In battle, either Pyro will take a mouthful of a mixture made from prey's fatty oils and tree sap and spray it on their breath onto the ignited stick while aiming with their tail (think a fire breather.)
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Yo Kirby OC Gang, what would your OCs' splash screen titles be?
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Idk if you seen this but this might be considered as leaks so yeah
BUT LOOOK HOW PRETTY STELLE HERE IS LIKE SHIWMAVDIQKANDOND
(Also that casino fic 🥰🥰)
LOOK AT THIS DAPPER GENTLEWOMAN :D
Stelle looks like she’s ready to ask you to dance with her 🥺 and how could you say no to that face?? Stelle looks so eager to dance with you (even though she might be a little clumsy…)
I can’t dance, but I’d love for Stelle to lead me 💕
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