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Mod @iamwestiec here with a fun little Friday surprise:
Lan Qiren FUCKS Flash Exchange
M & E-rated flash exchange
Tag Nominations Open Now!
Sign-ups Open at 6 PM GMT
Noms & Sign-ups Close Apr 28
Works Due & Revealed May 5
Creators Revealed May 9
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hideyoshi - love letter
a little sketch for kippin for the flash exchange. i really enjoyed working with a limited palette since it forces me to be intentional with my colour choices. i had a lot of fun and the colour scheme turned out really nice!
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Warlords in a Snowball Fight
A general winter themed flash headcanon, as a gift for the Flash Exchange. @flash-exchange
Headcanon: Warlords in a Snowball Fight
In Azuchi…
Nobunaga – Strides through the field of battle, easily packing the snow into efficient weapons. Cooly confident that nobody would dare... Splat!
Masamune – A snow battle? Bring it on! Runs wildly into action, skidding to a drift, quickly forms lopsided snowballs, and throws them with surprisingly good aim, especially given his blind side. Which… by the way… Splat!
Hideyoshi – Sets out a list of rules, including, no ice in the middle of your snowball, no throwing snowballs inside the castle, absolutely no running! In the midst of announcing the rules… Splat!
Ieyasu – Splat! He goes home and locks himself in his panic room with his emotional support sourdough starter.
Mitsunari – An army is made and broken by its organization. Carefully stockpiles snowballs at strategic points throughout Azuchi. Then gets distracted by a new book and forgets to join in the battle.
Ranmaru – Finds Mitsunari’s useful stacks of snowballs, and climbs to the roof, where he systematically picks everyone off, sniper style. Splat!
Keiji – Stands in the center of the field of play, grabbing the closest snow at hand, and throwing it randomly. He’s a dervish. Then he opens his arms wide and yodels, “Who wants to take on the wild child of these war-torn islands, he whose name is sung far and wide, the roguish misfit, Keiji Maeda?” Splat! Splat! Splat!
Mitsuhide – Excels at sneaking from hiding spot to hiding spot, surprising victims by popping up out of nowhere and disappearing before they can retaliate. Is also the reason Ieyasu is hiding.
At Kasugayama… things are slightly more dangerous
Kenshin – Instead of snowballs, hurls icicles like spears.
Kanetsugu – When people complain about flying icicles, tells them they should be honored to receive such attention from the God of War.
Shingen – Organizes Yukimura and Yoshimoto into a team and carefully strategizes the best times and places to attack. Has also built a working snow catapult. In spite of all that, he ends up strangely covered in snow, because, let’s face it, the man looks great in a wet kimono. And out of one.
Yukimura – Is an athletic and efficient snowball thrower, very good on the front lines in an all-out battle, but not terribly good at sneak attacks.
Yoshimoto – Is every snowflake truly different? Let’s find out? He wanders out into the garden. Is not seen until spring.
Sasuke – After getting hit by one too many icicles, packs his snowballs with ground spikes and sets off smoke bombs to escape.
Lone Forces…
Kennyo – Tricks Azuchi and Kasugayama into fighting each other, then goes off and feeds hungry forest creatures.
Motonari – Snow? Snow doesn’t burn. Hell has frozen over. Sets sail for more tropical climates at the first sign of a flake.
Kicho – Sets off an avalanche.
#flash exchange#headcanons#headcanon theater#ikemen sengoku#ikemen sengoku HC#ikesen nobunaga#ikesen hideyoshi#ikesen masamune#ikesen mitsuhide#ikesen ieyasu#ikesen mitsunari#ikesen ranmaru#ikesen keiji#ikesen kenshin#ikesen kanetsugu#ikesen shingen#ikesen yukimura#ikesen yoshimoto#ikesen sasuke#ikesen kennyo#ikesen motonari#ikesen kicho
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First entry ever for @flash-exchange with masamune ^^
Prompt: *In my... Clothes!? Challenge* Draw your suitor of choice wearing the outfit you have on at the moment
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Stuck in Traffic Jam
Genre: Comedy
Characters: Clavis Lelouch & the foreign affairs faction
Wordcount: 600
Prompt: Stuck in a traffic jam
A/N: My gift for the 2023 Ikemen Exchange over on @flash-exchange for @spoopy-fish-writes! The request was for Clavis, but I think we can all agree his stories are infinitely more entertaining with the squad in tow.
The carriage lurched left, knocking Clavis’s arm from its perch on the windowsill and jerking him awake. He stifled a yawn and rubbed his eyes, blocking out the sunlight while taking in the familiar scene before him. Over the years he had grown accustomed to road trips passed without words, although those were typically the consequence of indifference among his faction members. But today’s was a stillness Clavis did not often experience in the company of Noble Beasts.
The shaking disturbed Luke’s slumber for a moment, but whatever the boy was dreaming of proved superior to the aftershock of a bumpy road as he shook his head drowsily and muttered something about a legendary beehive before resting his head against Clavis’s shoulder and resuming his snoring. Nokto slept soundlessly across from the pair completely undisturbed by the wobbly ride, his arms and legs folded so tightly against himself he resembled a hibernating hedgehog. But it didn’t take long to discover why Nokto had squished himself to take as little space as possible as directly beside him sat several miniature towers of books, the steadfast arm of Chevalier wrapped protectively around them. Chevalier’s other arm was preoccupied with keeping the book he was reading steady as the carriage traversed through the rough terrain, and the sight made Clavis heckle on dried saliva as he cleared his throat in disdain.
“We’re not there yet?” Clavis asked, his voice grainy with sleep. Without waiting for the reply Chevalier certainly would never give, Clavis carefully lowered Luke’s head onto the seat beside him and stuck his head out the window.
With all the jerking and jostling the carriage was making, Clavis was sure their snoozing squad had stumbled upon some obscure mountain path on their way to the Jadean Royal Gala, but one look outside showed flatlands as far as the eye could see. Puzzled, he looked at the ground and watched the thin wheels of the carriage violently rise and fall as they rolled over hundreds of randomly-shaped chunks of wood scattered across the road, each one battered and chipped as if a tree had been ripped apart. The carriage bucked and jolted as it crossed each piece, and as Clavis turned his head to ask the driver why they were taking this path he spotted dozens more carriages lined up in front of them slowly bumbling over the woody route in turn.
“Apologies, Your Highness!” the driver called when he noticed Clavis’s top half dangling outside the window. “A herd of sheep have broken out of their pen and are blocking the path ahead. This is the quickest route to Jade, I’m afraid, so we’ll have to wait until they settle.”
“How obscene!” Clavis yelled, crawling back into the carriage and frantically poking Luke’s arm. “Get up! No, I don’t have any honey, but this is no time to eat! I bet exclusive selling rights of my next entry in the Lelouch Trap Series on us getting there before Prince Silvio— Nokto! Up, up!”
“How come Chevie doesn’t hafta go?” Luke whined blearily as Clavis latched onto his and Nokto’s wrists.
“He’s not complaining,” Clavis said, forcing open the carriage door with a sharp kick. The carriage lilted at a snail’s pace, but that didn’t stop Clavis from leaping out with boundless flourish and bolting towards the Jadean palace. Onlookers from within carriages watched with awe at the manic prince dragging two half-asleep men in his wake, but in all the commotion Chevalier merely sighed, laid his books out more evenly on the now-emptied seats, and casually flipped to the next page.
I admire and envy anyone with the superpower to read books in a moving vehicle. I nearly vomit when I so much as read a text on my phone.
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Jiang Yanli/Jin Zixuan/Luo Qingyang Flash Exchange!
[ID: Banner with photos of Jin Zixuan, Jiang Yanli, and Luo Qingyang from The Untamed. Black text reads "Flash Exchange!" over a doodle of three interlinked hearts in a gradient of yellow, purple, and teal.]
By popular demand (i.e. tens of people who responded to my poll) — let's do a flashfic exchange!
Details & signup HERE!
Tagset HERE!
📝 Signups & Tag Noms Open: NOW – Sunday, July 16
📝 Assignments Out: Wednesday, July 19
📝 Works Due: Saturday, July 22
100 word minimum! Jump in and join us!
#xuanlimian#jiang yanli#jin zixuan#luo qingyang#mianmian#flash exchange#polyshipping#polyamships#the untamed#mdzs#ot3: jiang yanli × jin zixuan × luo qingyang
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Take the bitter with the sweet
Writing this was hard but it helped me realize that I can still call myself a writer even though I don’t post as much as I want to. I do hope that you liked it, @cottonfluffballofdoom, and let’s create even more beautiful works together during future @flash-exchange.
Thank you so much for having me here. Without you all I can't call this place home 💛
Character: Hideyoshi
Promt: Something sweet, something bitter
“...and if one day faith brings us a new challenge, I want to meet it by your side. For as you see, we are the warriors, my dear, and at war as at war. We may be losing our battles here, but we will never be defeated for being loved.
Find me. Quick, I’ll wait.”
Autumn has finally blossomed, turning the city’s gardens into one rustling sea of scarlet poppies, amber gold and ochreous ground. Maple leaves are everywhere.
You enter the cool emptiness of a local gallery hall. A maple leaf is gracefully falling at your feet. Nothing is going to be the same, but maybe tomorrow a tiny bud will appear where now emptiness is present.
Memories of the past still hurt like a scar that has barely healed. It is painful. Not because you have it, but because it will never disappear. A year has passed since your life was divided into before and after. A year since the man who promised to live for the sake of your breath on his lips pushed you into the black hole of despair, separating himself from the course of your life.
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“Everything is fine,” the trembling sound of your voice was a strange contrast to a bright smile on your face, “we’re gonna make it together. It is so much easier with you by my side.”
That was not true, and you both knew that. The following silence condemned your lies, as does the quiet crowd when a singer hits the wrong note.
“This can’t continue. You are struggling because of me.” Through a transparent surface of a folding screen you could see his mourning profile with shoulders painfully stretched. Wheaten hair was for the first time touched with silver.
“I need to do the right thing. This is my duty to protect you, after all.”
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Yes, it was right. Your body and mind were becoming weaker with each day, and so his grip of your hand was getting tighter. Your lover’s embrace sank like ink into your essence, forever changing its structure, so when you returned to “the present” it was hard to find your own reflection in the mirror. For how can one see the whole when a half is missing?
Yet, life still goes on. The leaves are falling to give new buds a chance to bloom and blossom into something beautiful. You too have to keep going. Even if it means stepping on the broken glass.
The gallery hall is all but dark shadows coming when the icy sunlight is no longer falling from the roof, hidden with November clouds. Myriads of scroll paintings on the walls are telling you about distant times when one country was divided into many. People were suffering, and whispers of poets, mourning for their motherland, were mixing with cries of mothers who’d lost their children. Still, even in the times of darkness there was a place for light.
One handscroll is dedicated to a story of a man who sought happiness in death until he found a woman who made him fall in love with life.
You look at another painting with little monkeys reaching for the reflection of the moon instead of searching for it in the sky.
“Silly monkey,” a sudden rush of air gives you goosebumps, “always being so stubborn, never listening to others. I’ll never forgive you.”
“Then don’t. Let the monkey learn its lesson.”
Somebody drops a silk coat on your shoulder, and it smells like almond, tea and parchment. Or maybe you just imagine everything. The scent of home, Azuchi, where you used to sew another kimono for your lover on engawa under the night stars. Dim candles left the aroma of incense on your fingers, and you asked the moon to give you some more light.
Almond, tea and parchment. That’s how your pillows smelt after a night of passion. Sometimes you could feel a light touch of his fingers caressing your hair, warm breath on collarbones.
“Let's work hard today. Don’t forget to eat your breakfast. It’s on the table.”
Almond, tea and parchment. So sweet that it was almost bitter. That’s how your last goodbye felt. Stars dropping from the sky.
“Find me. Quick, I’ll wait.”
You turn around.
(a letter found in your clothes after returning to modern Japan)
Tonight you coughed. Again. I held you in my arms till the first rays of sun appeared on the horizon, but it could barely help you, my dear wife. You fell asleep when I left the room only to lean against the wall and listen to the quiet sound of your breath.
Every single day you fight with darkness that is way stronger than you, yet your smile keeps getting wider after each battle, and my love for you is growing stronger.
Sasuke thinks that your condition may become worse as the wormhole is getting closer. That your body and mind may leave me forever. And so I recall.
I recall the memories of your funny face when the morning sun plays with your hair. I think of our conversations, when nature is quiet in the evening and the wind is full of scents. You tell me about Mitsunari’s cat, about your daily tasks and bickering with Mitsuhide. You look so peaceful that it feels surreal. I want to hug you tight and become something bigger than I am now. To protect, to love, to honor your brave yet tender soul.
You are the force of nature. A sun-dazzling creature, you came into my life to create havoc, and now you may disappear, my beautiful thunder.
We argue. Again. You say I’m too stubborn. You blame me for not allowing you to decide for yourself. You think you can handle it. A silly liar.
But listen..
I know how it feels to be alone. I thought I found the meaning in serving lord Nobunaga. And I still do think so. But now I can't say I don’t have anything to lose. I have. And it's you.
I want to fight for your future, I want you to see the life you've taught me to love. And so I want you to leave.
To become the person you want to be. To share your strength with others. To be full. Don’t forget to eat. Don’t exhaust yourself. And try to find me. I promise to do the same.
I know you’ll probably hate me for what I’m going to do. For forcing you to go back to your time. But I would rather have you alive but distant than ill by my side.
If one day faith brings us a new challenge, I want to meet it by your side. For as you see, we are the warriors, my dear, and at war as at war. We may be losing our battles here, but we will never be defeated for being loved.
Forever yours,
Hideyoshi
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Participated the Ikemen Flash Exchange @flash-exchange with the prompt: 21. Stuck in a traffic jam for @cottonfluffballofdoom!
Here's a road trip of Leo, Shingen, Hideyoshi, Keiji & Jin. Are they really stuck in a traffic jam or it's just Jin finding an excuse?
Ref: Umpah Umpah - Red Velvet (They're my summer queens)
To be honest, I couldn't decide to draw who so I went drawing everyone on the list 😅
#ikemen sengoku#aki's art#ikemen vampire#ikemen prince#cybird ikemen series#fanart#art#ikevamp leonardo#ikesen hideyoshi#ikesen shingen#ikesen keiji#ikepri jin#flash exchange#summer prompts
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Signups are Open for the 2023 Tokusatsu Kisses Flash Exchange
Signups close 7th April (12am AEST) so get in quick!
Exchange is both fic and art so come join us!
(Ao3 Signups here!)
(twitter promo here if you also do that!)
#tokusatsu#flash exchange#garo#super sentai#power rangers#ultraman#kamen rider#<- franchise not in this set oops#hope to see you there!!#zj gifs
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interrupting my recent Xiao-fic-posting streak to present you with a touch of some IkeSen art - namely my submission for the latest round of the @flash-exchange
"Mitsunari's kompot"
(formerly "Moments before disaster")
sketched, inked and watercoloured by yours truly for the wonderful @the12thnightproject 💜
#mitsunari#mitsunari ishida#ikesen#ikemen sengoku#mitsunari ikesen#ikesen fanart#ikemen sengoku fanart#flash exchange
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Kill Your Double Flash Exchange
Hey, y'all. I'm running another quick flash exchange. It is themed around doubles, dopplegangers, clones, robot clones, alternate universe versions of one's self, time duplicates, etc.
It is multifandom. Some fandoms already nominated include WOE.BEGONE, Welcome To Night Vale, Original Work, Buffy The Vampire Slayer, The Magnus Archives, Stargate SG-1, Doctor Who, Teen Wolf, Omniscient Reader, the Shaperaverse, The Mechanisms, The Hidden People, Supergirl, Naruto, Gattaca, Ace Attorney, and more.
Schedule:
Nominations and sign ups start now, end August 17 at 11:59pm Eastern Time.
Works due by August 24 at 11:59pm Eastern Time.
Reveals August 25 at 8pm Eastern Time.
Word count min: 200 words. Art min: clean sketch.
Collection. Tagset.
PLEASE read all of the FAQs before nominating and signing up.
#fic exchange#flash exchange#tma#woe.begone#wtnv#btvs#stargate sg-1#doctor who#teen wolf#omnicient reader's view point#shaperaverse#the mechanisms#the hidden people podcast#supergirl#naruto#gattaca#ace attorney#multifandom
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This is my flash exchange gift for @venulus
Character: Mitsuhide (& most of the Azuchi warlords)
Prompt: Cold Hands/Warm Touches
Title: Snow Daze
Word Count: 700
Warnings: None
Even in winter, it rarely snows in Azuchi. Too warm. Too dry. So when an unseasonable cold spell married the gales of Lake Biwa and they birthed a knee-high accumulation of snow, everyone went a little crazy.
Is it a surprise that a suggestion of a snowball fight was met with cheers?
Is it a surprise that Hideyoshi forbade that dangerous activity?
Is it a surprise that his edict was ignored?
Finally, is it a surprise that this minor rebellion was instigated by Mitsuhide? True, nobody could prove he’d fired the first snowball, the one that hit Ranmaru. Had Mitsuhide realized that Ranmaru would immediately seek revenge? Even if he couldn’t predict what would happen next (and let’s be honest… he knew), he must have been aware that there would be snowballs lobbed in retaliation.
The next one hit Keiji.
He’d whooped in appreciation and pitched a Keiji-sized snowball at Masamune…
By the end of the first day of what would go down in history as the Great Fluff Campaign of ’83, everyone in Azuchi had been walloped at least once. Some more often than that. Some (Hideyoshi), after changing clothes three times in one afternoon, gave up on the idea of dryness entirely.
In this midst of these sneak attacks, Mitsuhide mysteriously avoided becoming a victim. It was almost unnatural, a maid remarked to Mai on Day Three of the siege, how he strode through the corridors, hair completely dry, crisp haori fluttering behind him, while everyone else (even Nobunaga) had telltale damp splotches on their clothes. “He must be a yokai! He shapeshifts out of the way as soon as he senses danger. I wonder if he shapeshifts other times, too?”
That… was something that Mai was also curious about, but it was further down on the list after, “can he really read minds?” “why does he tease me so much?” and “what would it be like to kiss-.” Never mind.
By the fifth day, when the storm showed no sign of stopping, she speculated that Mitsuhide was not only a yokai, but also one who could control the weather. What else would explain the fact that no matter how often the snow was trampled into the ground or hurled through the air, it always magically replenished itself overnight?
She might not have confronted him, had it not been for the fact that they lost Mitsunari in the snow for a day (Mitsunari was none the worse for his adventure, and hadn’t realized he was lost, but even Ieyasu had been worried). Determined to put a stop to the madness, she wrapped herself in her warmest cloak, marched over to Mitsuhide’s manor and pounded on the door.
Though she had practiced many speeches on her way over, Mai lost her train of thought when he opened the door, then stood smirking down at her. “Dear me, Mouse. To what do I owe the honor?”
She’d never seen him in his informal kimono before, and the sight of that deep v neck hovering open over his sculpted abs was … don’t go there. When she finally regained her voice, it was only to say, “Stop it.”
“I’m afraid you’ll need to be substantially less cryptic.” He stood aside as she stomped into his manor.
Mai waved her hand in the air. “The snow. Make it stop.”
“I’m flattered that you think it, but I cannot control the weather. Had I that ability, Nobunaga would have already unified Japan twice over.” He set a kettle on the irori. “Tea?”
She felt a bit silly as she watched him prepare tea like a perfectly normal human. Then he handed her a cup, his fingers touching hers. “Wait! Your hand is cold.” She sandwiched his fingers between hers. “You’ve been inside, just made tea, and your hands are cold.”
“My dear if you want to hold my hands, you only need to ask.” He picked up her other hand, and pressed both against his chest. “I am often cold. Would you be interested in warming me with your touch?”
She… was interested.
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Later that afternoon, the snow turned to rain.
Everyone complained about the mud.
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See you when the ghosts come out~~
#ikesen#ikevamp#ikemen sengoku#ikemen vampire#ikemen series#ikevam#ikepri#ikemen prince#otome#flash exchange
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Pumpkin Pun-king
Genre: Comedy
Warnings: No pumpkins. Yes puns.
Characters: Leon Dompteur & the Rhodo-bros
Wordcount: 700
Prompts: Masquerade & Talk Exclusively in Puns Potion
A/N: My gift for the 2022 Ikemen Flash Exchange over on @flash-exchange for the awe-inspiring @violettduchess (my Leon-debt to you from summer has been paid 😌)
It is with a certain degree of excitement that the coming of Autumn brings upon its arrival to Rhodolite. It is the time of year that renews the spirit of fellowship. People flood the streets in teams, carrying displays and food and drink, all in preparation for the annual festival held in the town square. Neighbors pick up the mantle of friendship for the occasion, and the brotherly sentiment wafts around like the aroma of a freshly baked apple pie, even reaching as high up as the insurmountable bulwarks of the castle.
Indeed, even the Noble Beasts will take part in the festivities this year.
Though, it would be remiss to say that all eight have nary an inkling of how to participate. The eldest brother made appearances over the years for jolly merriment. And the youngest partook in every celebration since moving to the capital, managing his own honey stall where he displayed an array of hand-crafted concoctions for the public.
Then there was the middle brother who slipped out from the watchful eyes of ministers and guards for a respite with the townsfolk. They say Rhodolite is known for its proficiency in the arts, and Prince Leon turned absconding into an artform. It wouldn’t be a stretch to say that he was most knowledgeable in the customs of the fall festival, and it is with this assurance that the princes allowed him to lead the roundtable meeting discussing their participation.
“And they’re going to spice things up,” Leon said after drilling through the basics.
“Pumpkin spice?” Yves asked excitedly.
“Not that kind of spice, bud. There’s a theme this year: Masquerade Under the Moon.”
Clavis’s hand shot in the air. “But how will I enjoy everyone’s reactions to my potions if they’re hidden behind masks?”
“We vetoed that idea,” Nokto said. “It’s safer to stick with Luke’s honey stand.”
“Nice pun!” Luke high-fived Nokto while Clavis crossed his arms.
“Agreed,” Leon said, “but Clavis makes a fair point. Why don’t we have our own bout of fun, too? We could start a game. First one to find all seven others behind the masks wins a prize.”
“What sort of prize?” Chevalier cocked his eyebrow, and Leon smiled at his interest.
“How about a day off?”
“Found you!”
“Aww, guess I lose. Way to go, Yves!” Jin laughed.
“Maybe if you weren’t stuffing your face you would have had a chance,” Yves scoffed.
“And how am I supposed to eat these pasties with my mask on? Besides, I’d be happy if any of you won.”
“Really?”
“Well, maybe except Clavis. I wonder how he’s doing,” Jin said.
“I saw him.”
Yves jumped at the pale white mask speaking behind him, but sighed in relief when the wearer lifted it to reveal Licht’s gaze. “Found you both.”
Jin handed him a pasty which Licht gobbled thankfully. “But you won’t like what I saw Clavis doing. He’s passing out his potions.”
“What’s the damage?” Yves cried.
“Nothing major. Mostly sneezes and hiccups. But he slipped a special one to Leon.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jin asked.
“He said it was cheese-flavored.”
The three faction members searched the festival high and low, meeting and questioning folks about the whereabouts of their possibly endangered leader.
They found Luke at his honey stand, who said Leon stopped by and told him “I swiss I knew about your honey years ago!” Soon after they ran into a mulling Nokto, who said Leon found him and said “You’re cheddar off without her, bro.”
Frantic, the three doubled down their efforts, praying Chevalier wouldn’t react brutally in the face of a bad cheese pun. But the warm feeling of the festival left their systems at the sound of their worst fear come-true.
“There you are, Cheese-valier Miche-rella!”
The three rocketed to the source and found Leon lifting his bedazzled black-and-red mask to grin triumphantly at a stoic tiger-masked Chevalier. Time seemed to stop as they stared each other down, the movement of their hair fluttering ominously in the passing breeze.
At last, Chevalier lifted his mask.
“I shall concede this victory to you if you swear to never utter anything as atrocious in my presence again.”
"Sounds gouda to me, Cheesie!"
*Jin, Yves, and Licht rushing to hold Chevalier back*
This was so much fun! Thank you to everyone who put this exchange together and participated! I can't wait to devour all your works!
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I am Considering a Jiang Yanli/Jin Zixuan/Luo Qingyang flash exchange if anyone might be interested
(You can vote on twitter too, if you wanna stuff the ballot box)
#the untamed#flash exchange#jiang yanli#jin zixuan#luo qingyang#mianmian#jiang yanli/jin zixuan/luo qingyang#xuanlimian#interest check
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Happy happy birthday to our dearest Yachi! Spin the big bowl of ship to get a character, and reblog with what they do to celebrate Yachi's big day!
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