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A precanon Isabeau with a bad boy phase feeding stray cats when nobody is looking.

Okay, so according to your schedule, you don't have any tests today, so technically you can skip all your classes for the day.

The classes you want to take at the House don't start until the afternoon, so you're free for a few hours until then.

What to do, what to do?

You could read, but that kind of goes against the whole 'bad boy' thing you have going on.

So instead, you just kind of wander around Jouvente without any kind of destination in mind, occasionally heading into alleyways and looking at any bits of graffiti.

Maybe you should try doing graffiti? But you don't want to get in trouble for it...and you don't really want to vandalize anyone's home or business.

But you can appreciate the graffiti that already exists! That's probably 'bad boy' enough, right?

So you wander. And in your wandering, you eventually come across a cat.

Said cat is kind of dirty, and its fur isn't taken care of well, but its still really cute.

"Hi kitty," You mutter, kneeling down and putting your hand out for the cat to sniff.

The cat flinches away at first, but after a moment it approaches your hand and sniffs one of your fingers.

You stay as still as you possibly can as the cat investigates you, barely breathing as it sniffs at your hand.

And then the cat licks the very tip of your finger, and you have to bite your tongue to keep yourself from squealing.

And then the cat shoves its head into your hand, allowing you to pet it.

And it purrs so loudly. Oh Change its so cute.

"Aren't you a cute kitty?" You whisper as you carefully pet it. "I'd love to take you home, but I'm not allowed to have pets."

The cat moves away from your hand, only to start climbing up your leg and barreling itself into your stomach.

You catch the cat so that it doesn't end up falling down, and the cat falls practically limp in your arms, happily purring all the while.

What did your grandma say? It's better to ask for forgiveness than for permission?

You can't just leave this poor cat all alone.

So you bring the cat back home, getting some necessary cat supplies along the way.

You're very glad that everyone in the house is out at school or work so that you can set all of this up without anyone noticing.

You'll have to convince your sister to stay quiet since the two of you share a room, but she's always wanted a pet, so it shouldn't be too hard.

Well, first things first, you should probably give the cat a bath.

You bring the cat to the bathroom and start running the water and making sure it's a good temperature, and, to your surprise, the cat jumps right into the water, looking extremely happy with the arrangement.

"Oh! You like water!" You gasp. "That does make this easier..."

You get to work washing the cat, and it purrs and purrs and purrs all the while.

It also quickly becomes apparent just how filthy the cat is. The water turns murky almost immediately, and, as you wash the cat, it's clear the cat's fur is actually darkless and not the mid-tone you assumed when you first saw it.

"Wow, you really needed a bath, didn't you?"

The cat purrs in response.

You eventually finish up the bath, drain the tub, and start the process of trying to dry the cat with a towel.

The cat just kind of...lets you wrap it up with a towel and hold it in your arms. Only its face is showing.

"Cat burrito..." You say and then think better of it. "Purr-ito."

You giggle to yourself and finish drying off the cat before bringing it to your room.

You set up a bowl for the cat to eat from, and it eagerly starts eating.

"You must've been really hungry, huh!" You comment. "I'm gonna have to figure out a name for you..."

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writing prompt; Siffrin getting his hair cut for the first time in ages, and saying goodbye to his past. I'm not sure who would do the haircutting though...

"Siffrin!" Mirabelle approaches you with a look of determination in her eyes, her hands clasped together. "Would you, perhaps, let me cut your hair?"

You tense at the wording, but it's different. You're not in the House. You're in the woods and have just finished setting up camp. Mirabelle isn't asking to brush your hair. She's asking to cut it.

You can't remember the last time you got your hair cut. You pick up a bit of your hair and look at it.

You guess it has gotten pretty long. It reaches your chest. The ends of it are still a lightless shade from when you presumably dyed it before the loops happened.

You don't remember why you dyed it.

"It's fine if you don't want me to!" Mirabelle deflates. "I just thought I'd ask because it keeps getting in your face, and you always look uncomfortable when that happens! But if you're fine with it being long?"

You were quiet for too long!!!

"I'd like for you to cut it!" You try to offer a reassuring smile.

"Oh!" Mirabelle smiles. "Okay. Okay! Yes! Is now a good time?"

You nod, and Mirabelle claps.

"Yes! Oh, I'm so excited!" Mirabelle gets out a comb and a pair of scissors. "Do you know how short you'd want it?"

You shrug. You don't really have a preference.

"Okay, well...I could start by combing your hair and cutting off the split ends, and then you can tell me if you want it shorter?"

"Sounds good," You confirm, and Mirabelle gets to work combing your hair.

She's careful about it, just like she is every time she's combed your hair. It feels nice.

When she's done combing your hair, she starts to trim it.

Mirabelle cuts off more than you were expecting when she said she'd just cut off your split ends, but maybe your hair was just that bad? It's not like you really bother to take care of it.

She cuts off all of your lightless hair, leaving your hair completely darkless.

You have mixed feelings about that.

"...Should I dye my hair?" You ask, and Mirabelle pauses.

"You can if you want!" She says. "But...if you want my opinion, I think your light hair is really pretty! It suits you well!"

Oh! Then you'll keep it darkless.

Mirabelle finishes cutting off your split ends.

"Alright, how do you feel about this length?"

It's a little below your shoulders now. Not as short as you had it in the loops.

"I like it!" You answer truthfully. "Thank you!"

"No, thank you for letting me cut it! Oh, if you'd like, I could style it too?"

You smile.

"That sounds nice."

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hey. psst psspt psst.

send me isat writing prompts, and i'll do little drabbles

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the jerd of all time

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wonder what he's thinking about....

other things he could be thinking about under the cut:

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punk style Isabeau,.,.,.,.,.there's something so cute to me about the idea that he had a "bad boy" phase at some point, perhaps even did purposefully bad in school, maybe even skipped classes, got tattoos even (they're fake tattoos. he refreshes them daily)

and obviously if he's a bad boy he needs to secretly be seen feeding and petting the stray cats. obviously

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various outfits for our lovely fashionista

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juggling jester frin from @circusfable's fic Crown of Fools

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isabeau in a maid outfit

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have another isat oc

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Patented technique of making aus for my ocs. Here's an In Stars and Time version of Victor

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"The Universe leads. We can only follow."

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drew a disco elysium portrait of my oc Victor

also wrote a little blurb of him interacting with Harry and Kim:

BLACK EYE - The young man has bright red hair and a black eye that seems to cover half his face. He grins as you and Kim approach, but the smile doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Hey, officers. Come here to arrest me for something? What is it this time? Vandalism? Rape? Disturbing the peace? Loitering?"

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - His tone is jovial, but he's legitimately afraid. The blame's been pinned on him far too many times, and, at this point, it's easier to accept any accusations that are thrown at him rather than try to fight against them.

KIM KITSURAGI - "We're not here to arrest you. We just want to ask a few questions."

BLACK EYE - He visibly relaxes, and his smile grows a little more genuine. "Shoot away then."

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Hard: Success] - Wait a minute. This man doesn't have an Adam's apple.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT [Medium: Success] - He must be even *further down* than the homo-sexual underground. He must be… *A trans-sexual.*

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Medium: Success] - You should absolutely ask about this trans-sexual thing. Figure out what it's about. Get involved in it.

1.- [Suggestion - Easy 9] "Are you a trans-sexual?" 2.- "What's your name?" 3.- "What do you do for work?" 4.- "Where'd you get that black eye?" 5.- "What do you know about the murder?"

YOU - "Are you a trans-sexual?"

BLACK EYE - His grin turns cheeky, and his eyes sparkle with mischief. "Depends. You wanna fuck or fight?"

1.- "Fuck." 2.- "Fight." 3.- "Is both an option?" 4.- "Sorry, I've already got a partner." (Nod at Kim.) 5.- [Electrochemistry - Heroic 15] Figure out why you're so into this *trans-sexual* thing.

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I'm never going to emotionally recover from this

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theoretical summoning circle that I made for my fic an arranged marriage that Damian told No One about

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redraw of the honey slime i draw every year!

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my entry for Episode 8′s cover contest: Aoife in Gold! i had so much fun drawing this! (especially the skirt)

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