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Obiyuki playlist - Before Dawn
It's a clear, cold night in the wilderness of Lyrias.
Best listened to at night over earphones ✨🌕✨
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These two would be besties
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But their boyfriends would hate each other
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Snow White with the Red Hair On the cover of Lala - March 2018
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i work incredibly hard uknow
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Just … missing them … 🥲
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But exactly, “Not that that’s some big change or anything.” Because he was already by her side from the very beginning and hasn’t left since. 🫶🏽
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Obiyuki Week | Day 3 Declaration of Passionate Devotion
Themes: Confessions, Heat of the Moment, Devotion; Orange
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my bg3 tav save me,my bg3 tav, save me my bg3 tav
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Kirito had no business being this savage the whole chapter 😭😭
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Obiyuki Trope Madness Voting Master Post: Round 1, Conference 1
Match 1: Almost Hand Hold vs Crush Blush
Match 2: Held Gaze vs Bridal Carry
Match 3: Comforting Comforter vs Sleep Cute
Match 4: Intimate Hair Brushing vs Umbrella of Togetherness
Match 5: Lady's Favor vs I Kiss Your Hand
Match 6: Romantic Ride Sharing vs Dance of Romance
Match 7: Love Letter Confession vs Romancing the Widow
Match 8: Bodyguard Crush vs Red String of Fate
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Obiyuki Trope Madness: Round 1, Conference 1
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i have very strong feelings about him
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im going insane
obi would send this into the group chat every wednesday
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Idk what to say um look I drew Obi :D
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thankfully it didn't take forever to finish so have my best girl Shirayuki🍎
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Shirayuki: Did you just refer a knife to "people opener"?
Obi: Should I have not?
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Mysteries and Migraines, the Third (part)
A continuation of an AnS poll story where your votes influence what happens next!
✨Feel free to skip to the poll at the end of the chapter!✨ Even if you don't want to read the whole thing, I'd appreciate any votes to help the story move forward! <3
Part 1 , Part 2
After a far more sinister discussion than Shirayuki had been expecting, and in turn a far tamer one than Obi had been expecting they finally settle on...something of a collaboration.
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It’s not been long since Rata’s opened the shop and it’s quiet, that peaceful time of morning when the streets are still smooth with a crystalline dusting of snow, before the many ignorant boots of Lilias have made their mark.
Although he is not one for gazing at picturesque scenery, Rata makes an exception for mornings such as these. He has a good view from the window by his desk. Something about the way the sunlight glints off each perfect crystal formation covering the ground casts a feeling of contentedness over him while he sips his coffee. Nothing quite compares to the world before people wake up.
Rata indulges in his usual morning fantasy of living in a mountain somewhere in complete isolation, surrounded by rocks to study and harness in various ways, inventing marvellous things and documenting it all in journals that are to be discovered after his death, when he will be revered posthumously as a misunderstood genius and his inventions used to make the world a better place, then he turns away from the window to put his mug down and hears a Thunk.
Rata turns sharply. There is now an arrow sticking out of the wall by the bookshelf opposite the window. 
“What the-?” A chill runs through him but it’s quickly replaced by hot rage. He thrusts his head out the window, glaring around for any signs of the culprit but finding only the scene from earlier, snow still undisturbed and bird song complementing the serene atmosphere.
“ALRIGHT COWARD,” he bellows, “EITHER YOU COME AND COLLECT YOUR ARROW OR THE GUARDS WILL BE COLLECTING YOU.” He slams the window shut.
There is a note attached to the arrow on a thin strip of paper. Rata has half a mind to ignore it and not play along with this ridiculousness, but in the end curiosity gets the  better of him.
“Enjoying that coffee, plant thief?”
A knock on the door interrupts his puzzling over the message and he goes to open it, wearing one of his fiercer expressions.
Shirayuki and Obi are standing on his doorstep. This is not an unusual occurrence, in fact they are pretty much the only people who ever visit him by choice apart from Suzu, but Rata had been expecting some foolish youth coming for their arrow so his guests get the full brunt of his death glare.
Shirayuki flinches slightly, her hands gripping the handle of her basket a little tighter. Obi is unaffected.
“Morning!” he sings, “Guess who brought breakfast~?”
Rata’s eyes scan behind Obi’s jazz hands but the street is still empty, save the usual vendors setting up their stalls and chatting.
His customary door slam is prevented by Obi’s quick foot work. Rata looks down, unimpressed, at the boot caught in his doorway. Obi’s face presses up to the remaining gap between door and wall.
“Freshly. Baked. Rock. Cakes.” Rata sighs.
“Get in here, don’t make a scene.”
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They are ushered unceremoniously inside and Shirayuki places the basket on the counter. The scent of baked goods fills the air and, despite himself, Rata approaches to examine what they’d brought.
Shirayuki proudly folds back the cloth covering, revealing a treasure trove of breakfast delights. Breads, cakes, jars of jam, a selection of fruits, and containers holding a pat of butter, smoked meats and cheeses.
The fragrant steam caresses Rata’s face, filling him with a longing that could only be rivalled by the seductive call of an isolated mountain cabin.
10 minutes, two rock cakes, a slab of buttered bread slathered with raspberry jam and a wedge of cheese later, Rata finds himself explaining the strange arrow message to his companions.
“How peculiar,” Obi muses, reading the message and rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
“Whatever could you have done to provoke this?”
“I’ve done nothing, of course,” Rata scoffs, “This is just some punk pulling a prank.”
Obi shakes his head, sucking his teeth. “I dunno Rata, I’ve seen some threats in my time and this looks pretty threaten-y to me.”
“Threatening. The word is ‘threatening’,” Rata grunts.
“Well yeah, I’d say all the words here are threatening, Rata, not just the one,”
“Rata,” Shirayuki cuts in to prevent said man from lunging at Obi with the butter knife,
“’Plant thief’ sounds quite specific. Have you taken any plants, or something relating to plants, away from someone recently?”
Rata rolls his eyes “What interest have I in plants?! Damn the things! I had to hear enough about them last night from Yuzuri and now the nightmare continues-“
“What was that?” Obi interjects, “Yuzuri? Whatever are you talking about?”
“You know, you were there! Yuzuri and her damn precious plant sample-“
“Aha! So you took it did you?!”
Rata stares at the finger pointed in his face and slowly looks up to Obi’s triumphant expression, eyes narrowing.
“…why would I take something that I have negative interest in?”
“I-I’m sure Obi just means, if you really hated hearing about it so much, maybe you took it to stop the talk from…happening…?”
Shirayuki feels her face growing hotter under Rata’s flat, steady gaze. He leans one elbow on the arm of his chair and idly rests his chin in his hand as he studies her. The corner of his mouth quirks into something almost resembling a smile.
“I guess you were too…preoccupied last night to pay much attention to Yuzuri and her incessant rambling.”
Shirayuki blinks at him, all but cocking her head in confusion. Obi quick-steps between her and Rata.
“You’re avoiding the question, old man!” Rata’s face snaps back into his trademark scowl.
“Did you, or did you not take Yuzuri’s plant sample last night?”
“I did not take it!” Rata says hotly. “I merely deposited it in a nearby plant pot.”
The wall clock ticks loudly in the silence that follows.
“I just wanted some peace, don’t look at me like I killed someone,” Rata grumbles, getting to his feet. “Now, I’m opening shop, so either buy something or be on your merry way.”
“Ah - what did the plant pot look like? What plant was growing in it?” Shirayuki asks quickly as Rata passes her. He gives her a withering look that blatantly shames her for thinking he would possibly register such things.
Rata pulls out the arrow stuck in the wall and tosses it to Obi before heading to his counter.
“You’ve got three seconds to leave, else I’ll call the guards on you.”
Obi beams, giving Shirayuki a double thumbs up (a triple if you count the upward-pointing arrow clutched in one fist). Shirayuki’s returning smile turns to a wince as she moves into a patch of sunlight. She squeezes her eyes shut and raises a hand to shield them from the light. Ah...Obi had forgotten that she was dealing with a hangover throughout all of this.
He finds himself suddenly filled with emotion over it; how admirable, that Miss would spend her day off tracking something down for Yuzuri, all whilst her body was battling against her...the sight of her trying to give him an encouraging smile while actually looking like she's going to hurl fills him with...determination.
As Shirayuki leaves through the door, Obi, moved by her strength and persistence despite her current condition, decides the least he can do is provide her with some sort of aid to help her carry on.
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