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He was worried that she might tell him it took a specially trained individual to tend to her wings, but her hands took his and he felt hope revive in his chest.
"I would! I mean, I want to learn." Sanji had to reel his enthusiasm in, but the grasp he had on his excitement didn't mean that his smile had gone away. "If you're willing to teach me, I'd appreciate it. I know how important your wings are, and I'd hate for them to go unmaintained if I can help."
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The question makes her hesitate; for just a moment, expression shifting from questioning to a warm fond smile as she shifts around to face the cook, reaching out to take both of his hands in her own.
Amai is naive, blissfully ignorant to a great many things including mannerisms and suggestions when it came to those in the mortal world. But Sanji; with time, she grew to understand more and more. Which includes the indirect question he posed under the guise of another.
Her fingers give a gently squeeze to the blonde's hands clutched within her own.
"Would you like to assist me with my wings, Sanji-san?"
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Juice crafting was a bit more complicated than she assumed it would be. The little elf had thought that the processes consisted of squishing and straining and nothing more, but now she knew that Diluc put more into it. That made sense when she considered how hard-working he was.
He was too serious sometimes, but she liked that he was honest and did his best.
"You can?" She gasped with pure glee, and her legs kicked harder. "Pretty please, Klee would like to see how you make juice!"
" well , some grapes tend to grow sweeter depending on how ripe they are when i harvest them , so i don't always need to add too much sugar . though , there are times where i experiment with different ingredients , like hints of strawberry or other fruits to give it an enhanced flavor . it depends on how creative my mind is at the moment . " he couldn't help but ramble away , proud of his work and eager to be asked about his life's passion .
" if you'd like , i'd be happy to show you the way i make some of my juice . " he offered .
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Smoothies were an adequate substitute. All of the dairy in ice cream didn't sit right with her stomach, anyway, and now that it had been brought up, she was rather in the mood for something fruity and refreshing.
"That sounds amazing, actually. I think I'll get off at the same stop then, if that's alright with you." She was free to do as she pleased, but she did think that it might be off-putting for a grown woman to hop off public transportation at the same as a young woman she just met. "You've said smoothie, and now I feel like I won't be able to stop thinking about it if I go home first."
Haruko glanced at the lady sat next to her in turn, slightly taken aback by the question. She often saw her on the train from school to the cafe -- one of the few familiar faces she could recognise in her busy routine. She blinked, still surprised -- it was unusual for people to be so friendly in the big city!
"Oh. Me?" She smiled, embarrassed. "Well, uhm... Not sure about ice cream, but we do have smoothies at the cafe where I work," she suggested. "I'm actually heading there, it's the next stop."
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He was almost flabbergast that she would ask. He was solid as the face of a cliff and looked perfectly intimidating, but his shoulders dropped and his hardened eyes blinked owlishly. "Yeah, of course! Why wouldn't I? We're supposed to take care of each other, aren't we?"
Even prior to dating, he would have scrambled to do this one service for her. She fought just as hard as any of the other students in 1-A, even if her quirk didn't require muscle and might the way his did.
But it was his weakness for her and his surprise that worked to her advantage. He was taken off guard, her speed and conviction meaning that the swipe of her hand met the side of his neck. His quirk was activated, and he was impressively armored, but he still stumbled to the side with the force of the blow.
"Shoot!" He regained his balance and, just to be safe, lowered his center of gravity. Eijiro crouched, the crackling crawling up his arms and into his legs. "You've gotten faster. Still gotta work on that myself."
He was big and heavy, and that meant speed was his weakness. But while she was here, he thought he ought to show her why it wasn't a good idea to stand within grabbing distance of someone that behaved like a bulldozer. Arms open, he lunged, fully ready to tackle her if she didn't move in time.
❝ Eh, you'll really give me one as well? ❞ she asks, perking up excitedly. She had wondered briefly what it would be like to receive from her boyfriend... Would he use his quirk to get into those tighter. Her body wants to slump deliciously at the thought.
As she hears the familiar crack sound of Kirishima activating his quirk, Ochako immediately refocuses her mind to be on the current situation. Her face toughens, but there is a hint of a smile still curling at one corner of her lips. She immediately breaks into a run, an aims run sharp swipe of her head towards her sparring partner's neck.
❝ Anything to get stronger! ❞
#wishmcker#wishmcker ; ochako#「 ( kirishima ; ic ) 」#「 v. the wall that never falls ( kirishima ; student ) 」#( these two are gonna pass out later )#( like the second they get into bed they're OUT )#( probably gonna be dozing off during dinner too pfft )
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"You're not wrong. Some sensations are rather unpleasant, even for non-mortal folk." Sticky liquids drying on one's skin, wet socks, grit in the teeth and the painful tingles one got when someone dragged a thin, pointed object against the surface of a chalkboard. No matter how fantastical the being might be, there were some affronts to the senses that were universally disliked.
The promise of dry clothes and food meant he couldn't wallow in his failure for long. He could try again another day, and he would be one step closer to finding an end to his experiments. He hadn't been around during that era, but he did rather like a quote he had heard once: 'When you have exhausted all possibilities, remember this — you haven't.'
"What did you have in mind?" He followed beside her, wanting to keep pace and engage simultaneously.
His silence made her laugh, a little. She knew the look. Someone put on the spot. Now every daydream was totally vanished like the morning mist. Cities? Nations? Continents? What were those? Like someone asked to name their favorite song without warning. The laugh was not unkind, however, and she patted his shoulder, wet as it was.
"We'll have time."
Well. She'd try. She was fully aware her own lifespan was likely a blink of his, if that. She was only human, her mortal end could be any day, any moment, but packing her days full of excitement and learning and travel was already the plan. Having company who was just as invested in it was a pleasant bonus. Having that company be a djinn was frankly beyond what she could have imagined.
He'd also likely think more clearly once he was out of wet clothes, though his answer to why he didn't just...magic the problem solved made her smile.
"That makes sense." And she liked it very much. "Even so, I imagine if there had been sugar you might've compromised on that. Let's hurry then, it's not too far back to the hotel. We can get lunch afterwards."
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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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