#And I just love Violet w/ Lil Shade :')

[agent-a-cpfancomic]

'I got better :)' HSDJHDJSDJ

This scene always kills me, and it fits so well with them-

These are all so sickkk though- I love 'em sm!! :')

@agent-a-cpfancomic "I got better" edition!

Where kase is a bit miffed on Shades return from the dead

Kase: you said you were going on some dumb spiritual retreat!

Anna: namaste~

Kase: A--and YOU'RE supposed to be DEAD.

Shade: ....I got better?

Shade can only shrug it off whenever someone points out he's supposed to be dead, Anna is trying to keep her wits about her and not scare kase by saying he's technically a zombie XD

POV: you just witnessed a local penguin take a running leap towards the water. Anna has no words and yet is not surprised hehe.

Heart: Hi dad.

Shawn: Mai, did you put a cone of shame on my son?

Mai: yes....?

Heart got a flu jab and mai was on auto pilot. Woe upon heart, cone of shame!

LilShade: this is Violet! They're harmless

Violet: I bite.

LilShade: ...yeah?

Violet: I have rabies.

Shade tries to introduce violet to the island and his friends and fam, violet has their ways of making said introduction... awkward.

And the finale!

Violet: please. Don't do that again...

LilShade: ...ok.

Context unknown even to me, something definitely happened that warranted violets reaction however *sob*

[cuntdestroyer3000]

Fictional men Lana album assignments

Ok so I’m always thinking about this, my fave fictional men are literally so lana coded and I have decided to assign them her albums hehe

Javier Peña- Honeymoon

First up we have my husband, Javi. Javi is 100% Honeymoon like COME ON. He’s so Salvatore coded. Honeymoon is all about romanticism but the darkness within it. And Javi is so cunty in his little tight pants like he’s so honeymoon. Also the lyrics of 24 align with him so well it drives me insane.

“Catch me if you can working on my tan, Salvatore. Dying by the hand of a foreign man happily.” Salvatore

“If you lie down with dogs then you’ll get fleas. Be careful of the company you keep” 24

“We both know the history of violence that surrounds you. But I’m not scared, there’s nothing to lose now that I’ve found you” Honeymoon

“It’s no wonder every man in town has neither fought nor found you” Honeymoon

“When I’m down on my knees you’re how I pray” Religion

“I was so wrong not to doubt your Medellín, tangerine dreams” Salvatore

Joel Miller- Norman Fucking Rockwell

Next we got Joel HEHEHEHEHE JOEL omg ok so this one is a no brainer: Joel is Norman Fucking Rockwell. Like come on how is he not. Like so many of the songs remind me so much of him. I could write a whole ass essay on this one. The whole Joe(L) part of How to Disappear like AHHH R U SERIOUS?? Also happiness is a butterfly and hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have- but I have it. HOPE IS A DANGEROUS THING FOR A MAN LIKE JOEL TO HAVE BRO. I feel like the aesthetic of NFR isn’t very frilly either, she’s in her wetsuit at the beach, in her lil shorts yknow? And I feel like that fits with Joel. Also the color green is very prominent in that album and I rlly associate that color with Joel. I feel like NFR can reflect the relationship Joel would have with a love interest but also the relationship he has with Ellie, like if you take her lyrics out of context I feel like it could relate to the relationship he has with her bc she really healed him and changed him and like broke down his walls which imo is all that NFR is about.

Anyway here’s some lyrics that I associate with him:

“You’re just a man, it’s just what you do. Your head in your hands while you color me in blue.” Norman Fucking Rockwell

“Maybe I can save you from your sin.” mariners apartment complex

“All the pills that you take, violet blue green red to keep me at arms length won’t work” cinnamon girl

“Joe(l) met me down at the training yard, cuts on his face cause he fought to hard. I know he’s in over his head, but I love that man like nobody can, he moves mountains and pounds them to ground again.” How to disappear

“If he’s a serial killer then what’s the worst that can happen to a girl who’s already hurt?” Happiness is a butterfly

“You don’t ever have to be stronger than you really are when you’re lying in my arms.” California.

-This is so him he j needs to be held. The fact that he was the little spoon w Tess :’(

NFR is just so Joel don’t even argue with me.

Negan Smith- Ultraviolence

Next we have Negan and I feel like the choice is pretty obvious. Ultraviolence is probably Lana’s darkest album and it fits him so fucking well. He literally wears a fucking leather jacket like that is Ultraviolence in and of itself. He’s also just a violent person and violence is how he deals with things. I can really see the relationship between him and a female oc being like ultraviolence: really toxic but she can’t get enough. So many lyrics for him. So many

“He hurt me and it felt like true love” Ultraviolence

“I can see my baby swingin’, his parliament’s on fire and his hands are up” West Coast

“When he calls he calls for me and not for you” Shades of Cool

“You’re fucking crazy” Cruel World

“Lay me down tonight, I’m your favorite girl.” Fucked My Way Up to the Top

“You didn’t warn me at the time, but you were worth it anyway” Guns and Roses

“You’re my cult leader, I’ll love you forever, I’ll love you forever” Ultraviolence

“If you send for me you know I’ll come and if you call for me you know I’ll run” Old Money

“Get a little bit of bourbon in ya, go a little bit suburban and go crazy” Cruel World (when he went to Alexandria, got drunk, played pool and murdered a dude)

“But I can’t fix him, can’t make him better” Shades of Cool

“Loving you is really hard” Ultraviolence

“I wait for you babe that’s all I do babe you don’t come through babe it’s just what you do” Pretty when you cry

HE DONT GIVE A FUCK ABT U BITCH CAUSE UR PRETTY WHEN YOU CRY

Tommy Shelby- Born to Die

At first I was vibing with Tommy being Ultraviolence but he’s more Born to Die. His whole outlook on life is very consistent with born to die- when lana said I wish I was dead already. Tommy feels like he’s already dead after surviving the war. He’s Born to Die because although he’s dangerous and a lil toxic he can be very loving and he’s always so gentle with his ladies. And when he falls he falls hard (i.e. Grace) also Off the the Races?? That’s literally Tommy bro

Lyrics:

“My old man is a bad man but I can’t deny the way he holds my hand and he grabs me he has me by my heart” Off to the Races

“Come take a walk on the wild side let me fuck you hard in the pouring rain. You like your girls insane” Born to Die

“I’m in his favorite sundress watching me get undressed” Video Games

“No one even knows how hard life was I don’t even talk about it now because I finally found you” Radio

“He headed out on Sunday, said he’d come on Monday. I stayed up waiting anticipating and pacing but he was chasing papers. Caught up in the game it was the last I heard” Blue Jeans

“I don’t know how you get over, get over someone as dangerous tainted and flawed as you” Million Dollar Man

FINALLY

Pedro Pascal- Did you know that there’s a tunnel under ocean boulevard

Ik I said fictional men but Pedro is the source of my comfort in this cruel world and I had to include him. I feel like Pedro is this album because it’s Lana’s most personal album. In the other albums on this post she’s kind of creating these stories but with tunnel it’s very personal and real. Since Pedro is an actual real person I feel like this is an appropriate choice since he has a lot of depth just like tunnel. Also Pedro really cares about family- his relationship with his sister, and has suffered loss to suicide just like Lana has. And tunnel explores themes of family, loss, healing and trying and struggling to find love. Like bro Pedro is Sweet. He’s sweet and he’s Sweet. Yknow?

Idk abt lyrics bc idrk what he’d resonate with but here’s the songs i associate with him:

The Grants, Did you know that there’s a tunnel under ocean boulevard, Sweet, Kintsugi, Paris Texas, Fishtail, Let the Light in, Taco Truck x vb

Ok that’s all thanks for listening🖤🖤

[purfectprincessgirl]

Did you see the new Rainvow high series for dolls? They're beautiful!

Yooo, I just spotted the stock images earlier this morning and they are quite pretty indeed~ ❤️

As far as my first impressions on their stock art goes: Mila Berrymore/Burgundy’s got an interesting style/color-pattern going on, don't think I've seen that type of chain-linked hair accessory before :o Might need to see her in her second-outfit to know for sure if I want her though, but she's pretty promising so far! :3

Delilah Fields/Buttercup is SO cute!~ Everything from her soft yellow palette to the lil flowers/curly hair/glasses just *screams* adorb to me, I'd def be down to buy her first~ x3 (I think she's implied to have albinism as well? :o)

Jewel Ritchie/Emerald's quite pretty as well, I love how she's given vitiligo as well as a fancy glam aesthetic with her colors~ :3 Again like Mila though I miiiight need to see her in her second-outfit just to be sure if I want her, but her basic concept's still pretty cool to see in a doll! ^w^

Coco Vanderbalt/Cobalt is an interesting case 'cause a part of me *wants* to like her more, and I'm digging the shade of blue/brown eyes/kinda-sporty aesthetic they got going on with her.... buuut idk, she doesn't really "stick" out to me in terms of fave-potential? .x. Idk if its the face-shape or something but hmm, I miiight need to think a lil more about her .3.

Lila Yamamoto/Violet is also pretty adorable, esp with her purple-shade and the cute Harajuku style she's given! :3 I'd probably buy her next after Delilah if I got the chance~

Meena Fleur/Neon Orange has some elements I'm digging so far, like the shade of orange/gold accents/the henna tattoos from her earlier leaked photos (+the second outfit looks purdy~). Miiight end up being my third pick of the bunch after Delilah and Lila, perhaps? Idk, we'll see! ^^

[cattles-bians]

damie vibecca exes au part 20

post directory

obsetress: ok but when they first meet

obsetress: at that bar on whatever night or whatever

obsetress: when dani and viola are talking

obsetress: viola's waving her hand around as she says something and dani's staring and then totally out of nowhere:

obsetress: "wanna compare hands?"

obsetress: "what?"

obsetress: "lemme see your hand"

obsetress: and dani is grabbing one of vi's with both of hers and pulling it towards her "like this"

obsetress: and then dani's pressing their palms together and viola's raising an eyebrow and dani just GRINS and then even once they lower their hands back to the bar, neither of them move away

em: dani is SO bold i would die for her

obsetress: god same

obsetress: dani keeps glancing down at them as they're talking and she is NOT subtle

obsetress: viola catches her every time

em: maybe dani gets a smidge of smthn on the corner of her mouth and viola...

obsetress: viola pulls her hand away and dani blinks and her brows do that lil thing but then viola's murmuring "here" and grazing her thumb along the corner of dani's mouth

obsetress: dani squeaks

em: love when dani gets out dani’d

obsetress: viola's like "sorry, was that... was that okay?" and dani just swallows and nods with big shining eyes and then vi kinda hesitates and (they've been talking for a couple hours at this point, touchin hands and obv v into each other) lets her thumb graze across dani's bottom lip and she murmurs "what about that?" and dani's eyes flutter shut

obsetress: cut to: them making out in the bathroom

obsetress: no um

obsetress: thinking about vi and dani's first kiss and like

obsetress: maybe like right after that up there vi's leaning in closer and i think she. asks dani "can i kiss you?" and dani's whispering "please" and then they're kissing all soft and THEN cut to: them making out in the bathroom and one of them slamming back against the door and kissing hard

em: dani whispering please…

em: also the smash cut between um nervous anticipation and SLAMMING against a door is so funny to me

em: sums them up

obsetress: RIGHT

obsetress: it's so good i love them

obsetress: i cant decide like

obsetress: because i don't think vi would be so rough with dani at first as to shove her hard against a door and i DO think dani would be shoving her against the door and her tongue down her throat first chance she gets

obsetress: but i think vi prob flips them p quick

---

em: i am. creasing thinking abt dani having to rename all of violas contacts like STOP FUCKING UR EX

obsetress: STOP FUCKING UR EX lskfjakdlsfjsd even BETTER

obsetress: edit the tumblr post coward

em: obsetress: no um dani definitely calls the landline once and viola's like "HELLO?" and dani's like "hi?" and viola's so glad to hear her dumb voice but she's still like "dani, why are you..." and dani's like "well... i, uh... i... i was... and then i..."

obsetress: anyway they have phone sex on the landline

em: CRYIN

em: danis blocked all of vis numbers except the landline shes down Bad

obsetress: yeah,

obsetress: (dani still comes over after)

em: unstoppable force (danis thirst) meet immovable object (violas stubbornness)

obsetress: just imagining like

obsetress: i mean either after this or at literally any other time

obsetress: dani and viola laying side by side in vi's bed catching their breath immediately after and viola's just like

obsetress: "you have the libido of a teenage boy"

obsetress: and dani's head just flops to the side to look at her and she just GRINS

em: dani makes some quip abt um

em: danis like i read somewhere women don’t hit their sexual peak until their 40s or something and violas like (extremely tersely) i’m 35

obsetress: SCREECH

obsetress: dani "no, i... i know, i wasn't–– i was just––"

obsetress: viola can't stay pressed w her

em: dani tryna explain her way outta that one i’m

em: dani has never once seen violas drivers license nor ID

obsetress: "i was just... saying, because, you know, i mean... for me, i'm... you know, i'm only ever getting more..." (flush, head duck, grin up through her lashes) "you know. and i'm getting older, so i was just... thinking. for me, i mean. thinking for me"

em: dani; also i give WAY better head than a teenage boy

obsetress: viola biting her lip, grinning, melting because how could you not? and then dani kinda stops in her tracks and her brows pinch together and she tilts her head at viola "i'm... a lot better at going down on you than a teenage boy though, right? i think i am" (long pause) "i hope i am"

obsetress: anyway viola laughs and tugs dani over n on top of her "i wouldn't know" and dani does her lil nervous laugh and is like "yeah, you're right, i guess not" "but" and dani's face lights up and viola continues "i think you probably are. and you're definitely up there" and dani just GRINS

obsetress: her head is back between vi's legs not three minutes later

em: dani talks big game n then like immediately double checks for validation

em: it’s an important part of her character growth!!!

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em: ok more ‘viola has been doing this lesbian thing for longer than jamie realises’ content but like

em: perhaps she has a whole lot of ear piercings that she just never wears

em: and then one day she’s like gosh gotta make sure these don’t heal over and jamies like

em: hey what the fuck

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obsetress: um suddenly had a thought

obsetress: viola tattoos

em: oh

obsetress: yeah, like um

obsetress: vi wouldn't have heaps and they'd be hidden bc Propriety but

em: hidden tattoos my beloved

em: all tattoos my beloved

em: i mean defs has like. the date and coordinates of isabels birth somewhere

em: but um! hmm

em: haha violets

obsetress: THE ISABEL THING WAS THE FIRST THING I WAS GONNA SAY

obsetress: violets are very vi tho like

obsetress: shade plant yk

em: under the tit

obsetress: I WAS GONNA SAY UNDER THE TIT

obsetress: GET OUTTA MY HEAD

obsetress: ok it has to be canon then if we both thought it

em: it’s canon!!

em: hmm what else

em: i think viola and dani have belly button piercings but like they got them separately

obsetress: omg when did they each get theirs

em: hmmmmmm

em: i mean wild child rich heiress viola (untapped potential here won’t lie)

obsetress: wild child rich heiress viola/boarding school wild child dani au

em: oh my god

em: viola defs went to a boarding school and dani n her commiserate over it

em: viola gets it done while she’s in highschool

em: dani post eddie break up

em: like symbolically reclaiming herself deal

em: doing things for Her

obsetress: YES

obsetress: i was gonna say vi highschool dani college

em: YES

em: idk what tattoos dani would get but am thinking abt viola holding her hand while she’s getting a tattoo or piercing done bc she’s braver than ppl think but Also

obsetress: vi holding dani's hand and telling her how good a job she's doing

obsetress: dani kissing vi's tattoos

obsetress: super fascinated even though shes seen them a hundred times

em: danis like haha and what’s this one mean (plants a big old smooch)

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obsetress: Shananigans402: dani putting on 4 inch heels and being so content that she's finally her girlfriend's height and then viola kisses her before putting on 6 inch heels with a smug little grin

obsetress: i––

em: oh my god shannon

obsetress: oh shes on one

obsetress: Shananigans402: dani starts keeping things on a high shelf in her place just so she can ask viola to reach up to get them down for her

obsetress: i was talking to shan abt the shelf thing

obsetress: and i played myself i think

obsetress: because now i literally cannot stop thinking

obsetress: dani putting the strap on the top shelf in her closet "baby 🥺 can you get it 🥺"

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[em note: once again it is the time honored timezone tradition of either sending ur friend something really good or really fucked up b4 they go to sleep]

em: what about

em: jamie and dani laying in bed after brunch w violas excessive amount of ear jewellery and jamies like ‘those were cool. i want some’ and danis like ‘with ur tiny lil ears??’ and jamies like ‘well. yeah…’ and danis like well. if u wanna. i think one would be cute here (mwah) and here (mwah) or maybe here (mwah)

em: ticklish jamie. that is my lil idea

obsetress: im Soft

em: thankyou

em: em softsbians

em: what was ur lil idea

obsetress: oh

obsetress: not obsoftress

obsetress: but um

em: look i was really hoping i could make it hornier but alas sometimes the idea is soft

em: can’t force the horny

obsetress: i will do my job n delivery the horny for u i suppose

obsetress: it's a hard job but somebody's gotta do it!

em: it’s a thankless job!

obsetress: dani, sneaking up behind viola to wrap her arms around her waist and bury her face between her shoulder blades: baby 🥺 can you get the strap 🥺

obsetress: dani, laying on the bed, staring up at her, panting: baby 🥺 can you get the strap 🥺

obsetress: dani, pulling away mid-heated makeout, half naked, still grinding into vi even tho they're not kissing anymore without even realizing it: baby baby 🥺 can you get the strap 🥺

obsetress: dani, catching her breath after her first orgasm, letting her head flop to the side to look over at vi: baby 🥺 can you get the strap 🥺

em: insatiable dani clayton my beloved

obsetress: thank you i agree

obsetress: something about dani calling vi baby also........................

em: oh i love dani calling vi baby SO MUCH

em: fucked up that dani clayton is potentially just the right height to motorboat vi pretty much whenever

em: sappho may u plant ur self face first into the breast of ur tender gf or whatever

em: dani: haha i’m so short i can’t reach it. can u lift me

obsetress: vi sees thru all of dani's little tricks but entertains them anyway

obsetress: because she knows shes gonna get to rail her at the end of them

em: dani being a little shit is foreplay actually clayton

em:

[leopardprintcunt]

What are you listening to? From A-Z list your song of choice then tag a friend.

Thank you for tagging me @coffeeandwhisky <3. Sorry in advance this will mostly be Rap :)

A -Afterthought -Joji ft Benee - This album slaps hard

B - Better - Lil Yatchy ft Stefflon - A great summer vibe song

C - Cheat Codes for hoes -Shotgun willy ft TRAQULA - This is just a hoe song

D - Devastated - Joey Bada$$ - the beat on this is fire

E - Egyptian Joint- Young Bull - A vibe

F - Feel Good- HASEEB - He deserves more cred, his flow is fine tuned

G - Genesis - Grimes - I know she is strong but her music is low-key it

H -Hurt feelings Mac miller - I am trying not to make this an all mac playlist

I - Issues - Teyana Taylor - I just adore her

J - Jungle - Drake - I have played this song so much if it was on a cd it would skip

K - KOD -J.Cole - This is a staple

L - Love game - Eminem ft Kendrick - This is such a fun theatrical song as Slim tends to do

M - Mr. Clean - Young gravy - Ironic these two have similar style ^

N - Night Drive - Ari Lennox - She gets shaded but she is powerful

O - Often - Abhi ft Dijon - This is just good

P - Peach-Kevin abstract - Makes my heart melt

R - Redbone - Childish - How could I not put this on here

S - Sometimes - Caye - This song is soft and sweet

T - Teenage Fantasy - Jorja - This song makes me feel sexy

U - U - H.E.R. - This will make you emotional

V - Violet - Peach tree Rascals - Again Vibesss

W - Whats the use ? - Mac Miller - I can't help I love his jazzy raps

X - X Gone Give it to yah - DMX - Rip

Y - Yellow - Amine ft Nelly - Bars just slap

Z - Zillionair -Nao - this is a good one too

I don't usually tag people I just do these for fun butt, Ill tag @anxiouskev

[pickalilywrites]

someone asked me for a GoT fic but i had to write a lil smth and make sure i got the tone/dialogue/prose exactly right before i tackled it. i think this is what i might be sticking w/ in the end~ a little prequel to the main story

The Departure of the Raven

Levi Ackerman. ASOIAF AU. 

3577 words. 

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The heel of Levi’s boot clicks against the gold and marble floor as the knight makes his way to the throne room. The knight does not turn his head to admire the tapestry that decorates the wall nor the crystal chandeliers that hang from the high ceilings. He has lived in this castle for far longer than he’s ever cared to, and he’s memorized every inch of it. Even when he had first arrived to be accepted as a knight on the Kingsguard, he had not been enchanted by the glamour of the castle, and he has come even less interested in its fanciful decorations now. Rather than spend even a second more than he needs to in this overly lavish hall, the knight quickens his pace as he nears the glossy wooden door with its gilded carvings. When he arrives, he is already reaching for the handle, pushing the heavy doors open without waiting for the guards to announce his arrival.

“Ser Levi.” It is not the king that greets the knight, but Queen Helene, a regal woman dressed in garments just as extravagant as the decorations that adorned the hall outside the throne room. Her hair was done up in plaits and wound closely around her head, which was covered in a woven net of gold set with pearls. On her brow sits a golden circlet, a treasured heirloom passed down for nearly a century in the Tybur family. Although it had been made for the first Tybur queen that had been crowned nearly a century ago, the circlet shines as if it had been fashioned just yesterday. The queen wears it proudly, her head held high, showing off the crystal choker on her neck. Despite the many jewels that cover her hair and neck, it seems that the precious gems are not enough for her, for the bodice of her gown is sewn with even more crystals and pearls, sparkling as she walks towards the knight to greet him. Even her skirts are embellished with intricate designs of golden thread, but she walks as if the weight of these jewels is nothing to her. The queen smiles at him, and it is this smile of hers – not her lavish palace, her precious jewels, or her extravagant gowns, but her smile – that this knight trusts the least about her.

Levi bends his knee and closes his right hand in a fist over his heart as he kneels in front of the throne. He casts his eyes downward, staring at the scarlet carpet beneath his feet. “My king. My queen,” he says. He only looks up when the skirts of the queen, a swirl of violet fabric embroidered with feathers of golden thread, appear in front of him. When the knight looks up, he sees the queen smiling down at him. “I trust that you have read my letter.” The queen gestures for the knight to rise, and so he does.

“Indeed, we did, but we thought it a poor joke when we first read it. It is not every day that a knight requests to be dismissed from the Kingsguard.” King William does not rise from his throne, instead speaking to Levi from where he sits. He wears robes in the same shade of violet as his queen, fastening the fabric together with a thick leather belt. On top of his head sits a golden crown that shines just as brightly as the queen’s circlet. His headdress, however, is decorated with sparkling crystals and glistening topazes. Unlike the queen, he never feels the need to overdress himself in jewels and precious metals, believing that it was far more effective to use his charisma and charm than his wealth to influence his people to follow him. It is a far more reliable method, perhaps, but Levi trusts the king's smile even less than he trusts the queen's – not at all. “Perhaps you can lend us more insight. I believe not everything was told in your letter.”

“There is not much to tell, my king. I believe that my time on the Kingsguard has come to an end,” Levi replies, his eyes still cast respectfully downward. “It seems that I have been called to journey down another path.”

The king nods, thinking deeply. His brows are knitted slightly, and Levi can tell that the king disagrees with him, but is pondering what words to use to prevent the knight from leaving. After a moment, the king asks, “And tell me how you came about this decision to leave, Ser Levi? It feels rather sudden to us after you have served our family for years.”

Levi raises his head, glancing at the queen from the corner of his eye. “I saw it in a dream,” he responds, watching as the queen’s eyes widen. He clears his throat and speaks louder, confident now that he has the queen’s attention. “A white crow appeared at my window and as I reached for it, it flew off. When I had looked to see where it had gone, I found that it had disappeared towards the north – towards the Wall.” He glances back at the king, and it is apparent that he does not believe in the knight’s word nor does he believe in the power of prophetic dreams. All of that is no matter to Levi. All he needs is the queen’s interest, and he has her completely enraptured. “I believe it was a sign for me to join the Night’s Watch.”

“Surely, a dream can just be a dream,” the king laughs, but his wife silences him with a wave of her hand.

She clutches one of Levi’s hand in hers, holding it close to her breast. The queen gazes down at the knight, eyes shining brightly. “The raven is the sigil of House Ackerman, is it not?” she asks. She grasps his hand so tightly that her knuckles turn white. “This cannot be a coincidence then.”

“But how often do dreams come true?” the king scoffs. He tries to convince his wife, but even Levi knows that any attempts will be futile. The knight’s freedom from this castle is imminent. “My love, you must admit that to release one of our most trusted knights because of a dream is unwise.”

The queen looks back to scowl at her husband. “It is because of your refusal to believe in prophecies and dreams that our kingdom is nowhere near the good fortune that Kiyomi believes we can achieve,” the queen declares, holding her head high. She refers to the priestess from Hizuru that has slowly managed to enchant her ever since the Little Rebellion. “You see the resignation of Ser Levi as a loss, but his departure may be a benefit to us. With Ser Levi’s presence in the Night’s Watch, our kingdom would have closer relations with an additional military branch should an outside first dare to attack us.”

“The Night’s Watch can hardly protect the kingdom, let alone themselves. What is there even to protect up north beside a frozen wasteland?” the king mutters.

“I believe in your vision, Ser Levi,” the queen says loudly. Her skirts sweep the floor as she glides across the room, her arms raised. She clutches her hands over her chest, and her eyes are cast downward. “You are blessed to have dreamt up such a prophecy. For us to deny you your destiny would be cruel. Not only would it hinder your growth, but the growth of the kingdom as well. Surely, my husband can see that.”

Both Levi and the queen turn to observe the king’s reaction. King William’s hands grip the arms of his throne tightly, and he shakes in silent fury. Although it is true that Ser Levi has proven himself a loyal and talented knight, the Kingsguard has no shortage of loyalty and talent. Even if he were to deny the request, the king knows that his wife would continue to wear him down until he finally gave in and dismissed the knight.

“Very well then,” the king said grudgingly, a tight smile on his face. “I will give you my blessing, and we shall wish you all the best at your new calling. But never forget where your true loyalty lies, Ser Levi.”

“Of course, my king,” the knight said with another bow, but he’s lying. His loyalty was never to the Tyburs, and it never would be. “I will be eternally grateful for the kindness you have shown me during my time on the Kingsguard.”

“Oh, the Kingsguard will not be the same without you. Your loss will be felt sorely throughout the castle,” the queen sighs. She then turns to her husband, an expectant expression on her face. “Well, we must make preparations.”

“Preparations for what?” the king mumbles, still disgruntled over the resignation of his best knight. “Is there something we have to celebrate?”

“Would you have Ser Levi leave without any ceremony?” his wife asks, incredulous. “We should at least throw him a small feast after he has served our family so dutifully.”

Levi raises his head, trying not to appear startled. “I assure you that that won’t be necessary, Your Majesty. A quick and quiet departure would be best, I believe.”

“Are you quite sure, Ser Levi?” Queen Helene asks. She’s torn between accepting his request and throwing an extravagant ceremony. “It would be no trouble at all. Of course, I could have planned something far more suitable for your going away. With such short notice, I’m afraid I can only prepare a small dinner for you and the other knights on the Kingsguard.”

“That is more than I deserve, Your Highness,” the knight says. He looks towards the king. “All I ask is that you allow me a horse so that I may journey to the Wall. I pray that whatever history is written of me on the Kingsguard’s record is kind, just, and true.”

“Ah, yes, we shall ensure that your services and accomplishments are properly documented, Ser Levi,” the queen says. “But do you not require anything more of us? No money, no feast, no gifts at all? Whatever it is you request, please do not hesitate to ask.”

Levi shakes his head. He wonders why the queen is so insistent on leaving him with a parting gift. When he had served on the Kingsguard, he was certain that she held no affection of him. It was only his loyalty that she desired of him, but she pays him far more attention now that he is leaving. Perhaps it is because she really believes that she will be able to use him as a connection to the Night’s Watch, but he doesn’t see how that’s possible. After all, the Night’s Watch pledges its allegiance solely to Paradis, not the king or any single house. And yet, the queen seems confident that she will be able to keep Levi’s devotion even after his departure from the Kingsguard. There was also that strange thing that the king had said…

“Very well,” the king says, interrupting the knight’s thoughts. He claps, a signal for his servants to attend to him. As his servants approach him, the king points at Levi and says, “Provide Ser Levi with a horse so that he might travel where he desires. Once that’s done, bring me Ser Nile. He shall be head of the Kingsguard and shall officiate Ser Levi’s resignation in the Kingsguard’s record.”

“Thank you,” Levi mumbles. He looks up at the king and queen for what he believes is the last time. “I am eternally grateful for the time I have spent serving you, Your Highnesses.”

“Likewise, we are grateful for having your service for so many years,” the king says with a bow of his head. He watches as the servants begin to lead Levi out of the throne room. “Do not forget us when you become a part of the Night’s Watch, Ser Levi. And when you get there, please send Lord Commander Zackley our regards.”

The king’s last words to Levi disturb him the most, echoing in the knight’s head even after he’s left the throne room. It is strange for the king to mention the Lord Commander so casually, to say the man’s name with familiarity as if the two were comrades instead of mere acquaintances. Surely, the two cannot maintain such close relations. There is the distance between the Wall and the capital, the Night’s Watch and its sole dedication to Paradis, and the duties of the kingdom that keep the king busy. Maybe he was simply overthinking things and had simply imagined it. He should no longer concern himself with the royal family. His work with them is done after today. All he has left to do is to travel to the Wall and start his new life.

He follows the servant down the hall and does his best to keep his eyes on the floor. He does not care to gaze at the detailed paintings on the ceilings or the glass chandeliers that hang from them. He wants no memories of this place.

“Ser Levi!”

The former knight turns at the call of his name, and he sees the royal children playing in the garden. He had hoped to leave without seeing them, but it is just his luck to run into them just as he is about to take his leave. He bows deeply as they approach him and raises his head. Although they had all been mere children when he had first been welcomed into the castle, the children had caught up to him in height years ago and now tower above him.

“Where are you going?” a golden-haired boy, nearly a man now, asks. Prince William has his father’s charismatic smile, but his mother’s glittering green eyes. The young prince wears a silk tunic the color of periwinkles and dark trousers, his clothes made of fine material even though he is simply lounging around in the garden. That is, however, expected of a boy who wears his dragon skin boots no matter the occasion. Even now his fingers are adorned with over a dozen rings – gold and silver all studded with a rainbow of gems – even though there is no special occasion. He is certainly his mother’s son. “It is unusual seeing you walking about the castle during the day. When you aren’t on duty, you keep to roaming the halls only during the nights just like a ghost.”

“Don’t bother him, brother.” Prince William’s sister comes up from behind him, resting a graceful hand on her brother’s shoulder. Unlike her brother, only a single golden band is worn on her finger – a promise ring that matches the one worn by her fiancé. She is a far more modest dresser than her mother or anyone in the royal family. On her head, she wears a veil of gossamer that covers her thick brown locks. The last time Levi had seen the princess’s hair was when she was but a girl with waves of brunette rippling down her back. She has changed so much over the years. Rather than wear the bright colors she had when she was a child, she wears darker colors – deep blues or greens on special occasions, but usually browns and blacks – and the only other jewelry she wears is the gold pendant that hangs around her neck, a brilliant ruby in the center of it. It looks like the blazing sun, a symbol of the Church of Ymir. Although her mother had lost faith in them years ago, her daughter is still a devoted follower. “I am sure that Ser Levi has better things to be doing than chatting with a silly prince.”

The two siblings are about to bicker, but Levi interrupts. “I’m leaving today.” He continues before the pair of siblings can protest. If they get another word out, they’ll keep him longer than their parents did. He gestures for the servant to meet him in the stable before continuing. “I have spoken to the king and queen, and they have agreed to allow me to resign from the Kingsguard. I shall be following what I believe is my fate and join the Night’s Watch.

“Fate?” the princess echoes, a glimmer of amusement in her dark eyes. The corner of her mouth curls upwards. “I did not think that you were one to believe in fate, destiny, or anything of the like.”

“It came to me in a dream,” Levi replies, hoping that will be enough to satiate the princess’s curiosity. He has always thought that she was clever, far cleverer than her parents ever expected. It was a pity that the king and queen were only interested in using Princess Edith for securing a marriage meant to appease the public.

“Well, it is a pity that you must go so soon,” the princess tells him, a polite smile on her face. Although still young, she speaks with the air and grace of a queen twice her age. “When you became a part of the Kingsguard, I felt that you had become a part of the family. Your absence will be deeply felt throughout this castle.”

“It will be an honor to be remembered so fondly by the royal family,” Levi says.

“Will we really never see you again?” another voice asks from behind the two siblings. When William and Edith step aside, a boy steps forward. He looks nothing at all like the royal siblings, but that is because he is not one of them. Despite having lived in the castle and eaten at the same table as the Tyburs, young Zeke is a hostage in this castle. He has been out of place in this castle ever since the rebellion had ended, and he is out of place now. Even the golden ring on his finger, gifted to him and his betrothed by the king and queen to mark the engagement, looks out of place on him. It is no wonder that his slight frown has a mournful look to it, wistful as he watches the knight depart as he remains.

“Those who pledge themselves to the Night’s Watch spend the rest of their lives at the Wall,” Levi says quietly. He watches as the young boy’s expression, once sorrowful, now turns to anguish. Although he has never been particularly close to him, Levi still feels a pang of guilt for leaving. He looks to the prince and princess and says, “I have left all my belongings at the castle. You may have whatever you find. To Will, you keep any of my swords that you fancy. To Edith, I entrust you my white raven’s cloak. And to Zeke…” Levi pulls out the small dagger that was hanging from his belt. He had meant to take it with him to the Night’s Watch, but the truth is that it will get little use up north. “Take my dagger.”

The boy’s amber eyes widen as he accepts the blade. “Th-thank you,” he whispers, admiring the detailed illustration carved on the scabbard – a raven in flight towards the sun.

Princess Edith’s eyes flicker towards her betrothed for a moment before returning to Levi, her polite smile still on her face. “Are you certain? It is very generous of you, Ser. And your cloak…” Her hand hovers over her heart as if touched by his kindness. “I know how much it means to you. My father killed a hundred ravens for that cloak. I shall treasure it.”

“It feels a bit wrong to be taking your things,” Will laughs, but he does not refuse Levi’s gift. A glimmer of his eye reveals just how eager he is to run up to the weaponry vault and lay claim to the knight’s best sword. “It should be the other way around, shouldn’t it? Perhaps we should be giving you parting gifts.”

“Then why don’t you gift him those dragon skin boots of yours?” Edith asks. She glances down at the boots that her brother wears proudly on his feet, smirking when she looks back up to see how the prince had stiffened. “After all, they would suit him much better, don’t you think?”

There is a flash or anger in Will’s eyes. He opens his mouth to lash out at his sister, but Levi speaks first.

“Not at all. They suit the prince much better than they would ever suit me,” Levi says quickly. His answer pacifies the prince, but only for a moment. He can tell that the prince is still simmering underneath, but the prince’s anger will never be his issue again. “I am thankful that we were able to meet before I departed. I will keep you in my memories.”

The siblings give him their good wishes, assuring him that they will think of him often and that begging him to write them when he finally arrived at the Wall, but Zeke stays silent. The boy simply gives Levi a wave with the same forlorn expression on his face as before. Levi makes the mistake of looking back and laying his eyes on the young boy. Zeke’s amber eyes - wide, anxious, terrified - look the same as his mother’s before she died.

As Levi turns around and makes his way to the stables, he wonders if he’s made a mistake.

[yukiwrites]

The Bud of Love

Thank you for commissioning me again, @soffie101! Here’s the OTP~ I hope you like it! This is a support chain of her OC Golajah and Elise, go take a look at her OC page for more info about him!

Commission info HERE and HERE!

C SUPPORT:

Golajah: …

Elise (no picture, only name): …

Golajah: You know I can see you, right, Princess?

Elise, blushing: W-wha? Even though I’m behind this column and you have your back to me?! Are you actually a mage, Golajah?!

Golajah: There’s more to seeing than just the eyes, you know. So, are you gonna tell me why you were trying to sneak up on me?

Elise: Oh, um, I wanted to give you someth- I mean, I totally just wanted to know you better, yup!

Golajah: … By tip-toeing behind me? Is that your way of starting friendships, Princess?

Elise: B-but it took all I had to just come this close...

Golajah: What was that, Princess? You’re mumbling.

Elise: Elise! Call me Elise, okay? That’s what I wanted to tell you! I’ll call you Golajah, too!

Golajah: You already call me by name, though. But very well, Elise, I’ll humour you, at least for now.

Elise: Heehee, yay! Thanks, Golajah! See you later!

Golajah: Came and went doing whatever she wanted, huh? Well, least she’s cheerful.

*scene cuts to Elise on her own*

Elise, blushing: He called me by my name! Way to go, Elise!

B SUPPORT:

Golajah: Morning, Princess-

Elise: Elise! C’mon, you said you’d call me by my name already!

Golajah: Heh, I was just teasing, Elise. You keep correcting me like that every time; it’s growing on me.

Elise, blushing: … I am?

Golajah: Hm? I didn’t catch that.

Elise: N-nevermind! I called you today ‘cause I wanted to show you the new field of flowers I found behind the castle! C’mon, walk faster!

Golajah: Huh? The one behind the castle is-

Elise: C’moon, hurry!

Golajah: Hey, no need to pull- I’m going, I’m going.

*scene changes*

Elise: Ta-dahh! Isn’t it super pretty? I really like how the flowers are kept in a gradient color: from white to periwinkle to orchid to lilac to purple to violet-

Golajah: Yeah, Elise? The truth is-

Elise: And then they’re all so well taken care of! I can see the person who grew them really, reaaaally loves flowers! Like me! I kinda wanted to give you a few of them earlier, but I think it would be better to show you the real thing instead of just a random bouquet-

Golajah: Elise? Anyone in there?

Elise: -But I never knew how to approach you to randomly give you a few flowers as thanks-

Golajah: Elise!

Elise: Whoa!

Golajah: Haha, calm down, alright? Breathe a bit, I don’t think you took a single breath during all that.

Elise: Fwoooo, breathing in, breathing inn… Hahhh, breathing ouuut. Heehee, I’m sorry, Golajah, I think I got too excited about being here with you- um, about showing you this wonderful place...

Golajah: ...

Elise: H-huh? Is something funny? You’re smiling while looking at me...

Golajah: … No, it’s nothing, Elise. Thanks for showing me this place; for thinking of me when you first saw it.

Elise: Heehee, you’re welcome! I knew you’d like it!

Golajah: Do you want to enjoy that shade over there? It’s a great place to just chill under.

Elise: Eeek! (Oh gods, since when am I holding his hand? He’s pulling me!) S-sure! Lead the way!

Golajah, smiling: Watch your step.

A SUPPORT:

Elise, alone: Today’s the day, Elise. You’ll thank him for saving you and then ask to spend more time together! I know we’ve been hanging out a lot more lately, especially at the hidden garden… O-our, hee-hee, our hidden garden, but still!

Elise: Oh? He’s already there! Heeey, Golajah- Huh?

Golajah: (Oh, snap. She caught me.) H-hi there, Elise. You’re early today, huh? Great day today, yeah?

Elise: Golajah, you’re- you’re tending to the flowers… Was this your garden all along?

Golajah: Mine, MINE? Well, I guess I take care of it, but the property is still your brother’s, so, yeah; it’s not really mine, per se-

Elise, blushing: And I BROUGHT you here and boasted about everything! I thought I was being so clever! *sniffle* I-I’m sorry for showing you something you already knew of- idiot Elise! Idiot, idiot!

Golajah: H-hey there, Elise, it’s fine, really! Don’t bonk your own head like that.

Elise: Y-you’re holding my hands-

Golajah, blushing: Well, someone’s gotta, lest you knock yourself out or something.

Elise: M-hm… I’m sorry for all of that, really. Um- since I’m already apologizing, I’m gonna go and thank you for saving me even though I didn’t actually give you anything as I had planned. *sighs* My plan was so good, too...

Golajah: Saving you? When was that?

Elise, distressed: Haha… Figured you wouldn’t remember. But it’s fine, ‘cause I do! And I’ll never forget! Thank you so, so, so much for saving me when I was a little girl. If that cart had hit me, I probably wouldn’t...

Golajah: I didn’t think you had such strength in your hands, Princess, you’re squeezing me! (But they’re still soft and gentle, like you are.) I have a faint memory of saving a little girl back in the underground city, but I didn’t imagine it was you! What a small world.

Golajah: You didn’t need to hold out on that ‘thanks’ for so long, though. I just did what anyone else would.

Elise: But you’re not anyone else! You’re Golajah-- and you saved me! So, um, thank you again, really. I really wanted to give you something in return, but I guess I’ll have to keep looking, huh?

Golajah: Hah, maybe you needn’t look so hard. You’ve already given me so much, Elise.

Elise, blushing: Now you’re just saying it.

S SUPPORT:

Golajah: … And then I went to an underground broker and sold it all off! Hah, the LOOK on her face after she realized she had nothing left...

Elise: Wow! I had no idea so much had happened while I was a kid!

Golajah: Well, you still ARE a kid, I suppose. But are you sure you wanna hear this stuff? Some of it is really bloody.

Elise: Hey, I’m almost of age! Not a kid!

Golajah: Hah, yeah, say that to your lil’ pout.

Elise: Muuh! You’ve been teasing me too much lately! I can’t even tell if you’re serious or not...

Golajah: Honestly, I’m as surprised as you are -- being with you had that effect on me, I suppose. You’re just such a bundle of sunshine in this dark life I’ve led, I just-

Elise: … Just?

Golajah, blushing: …

Golajah: You know, you still haven’t replied: are you sure you wanna hear about this bloody stuff?

Elise: Hey, you didn’t finish what you were saying!

Golajah: Well?

Elise: *sighs*  Yeah, I need to know my own family’s history, as much as I know it’s gonna hurt me. I wanna support my brothers and sisters as much as I can, but to do that, I gotta know what they went through so I can help them better. I can’t do much in battle, but if I can just BE THERE for them, you know? Make them laugh and forget their worries for a bit… Though I think I can’t do that with Xander...

Golajah: I’m sure you can brighten their lives just by being there, Elise. Like you did with mine.

Elise, blushing: Golajah...

Golajah: You’ll do just fine by being who you are.

Elise: But you’ll still tell me, right? I don’t want to be the only one left in the dark.

Golajah: Sure, yeah, I’ll tell you; you have the right to know, and wanting to is admirable from your part.

Elise: …

Elise: You know, if you keep praising me like that, I’m gonna get my hopes up.

Golajah, blushing: Hopes? Whatever do you mean?

Elise, blushing: Aw, c’mon! I’m anything but subtle, right? You know I love you by now, right? I’ve loved you from so long ago… I even called you my ‘knight in shining armor’ when I was younger.

Golajah: Hah, me? A knight? That’s a little girl’s mind for you!

Elise: But I’m not a child anymore, Golajah! I can get married now, and I don’t want to marry anyone but you-

Golajah: Hahaha!

Elise: Y-you’re laughing?!

Golajah: S-sorry, Princess, I’m surprised too-- I didn’t think I’d be this happy with such an outrageous proposal!

Elise: Happy?! T-then-

Golajah: But you’re still too young for me, so hold that thought for now, yeah? You’re someone worth waiting for, after all, so...

Elise: M-my hand...

Golajah: For now, let’s keep it at this.

Elise: R-really? You’ll wait for me?

Golajah: Yup. Don’t make me say it twice, though.

Elise: I love you, Golajah!

Golajah: Whoa! Easy on the hug there- heh, but I- I love you too, Elise...

Elise: I didn’t hear! Say it again!!

Golajah: No way! You’ll have to work for it, Princess.

[via-val]

Okay, so recently it has been brought to my attention that some people get confused with the characters and OC’s in pushing each other to the limits, since there are so many of them. I wasn’t aware of this being an issue, nevertheless I’m glad anon pointed it out, this way I can create a character log and keep y’all updated with the new arrivals and so on!

I’ll start listing under the cut. ^w^

First off,  Ryōmen Utsukushi-sa. She is the first OC to appear and does so halfway through chapter one. She has pastel pink eyes, white and pink hair that resembles that of a fairy, hollow bones and a pair of big feather-covered wings that, when fully developed, will grant her the ability to fly. She has a sweet tooth and publicly humiliated Midoriya because Katsuki shoved Nakisakebu, a friend of hers. Her name means two-sided beauty, referring to her backstabbing yet charming personality. She has yet to come back.

Nakisakebu makes a brief appearance as well, although she isn’t that important. She gets shoved by Bakugou at lunch and then plots a way to get back at him by humiliating Izuku. Her name means weep.

On that same chapter, Shinrai Dekinai makes an appearance. He looks pretty much like a human bumblebee, with clear wings, dark, wide eyes and a pair of antennas on top of his head. He is quite fluent in English and turned his back on Izuku upon learning that the latter was quirkless as he doesn’t appreciate people lying or hiding this from him. His name is supposed to mean something along the lines of “this can’t go well.” Foreshadowing? Maybe.

Chapter two greets us with the presence of Kiru Tsume, better known as Shitty Tygra Knockoff. He doesn’t really stand out, just a common boy with the appearance of a tiger and sliced pupils. His quirk makes him part Tiger and allows him several feline-like abilities. His name is just a word play on the word “kitsune” which means fox in Japanese.

Matsuoka Akiko makes her first appearance on that same chapter. She is a young woman with pale skin, grey eyes and long ebony black hair, often referred to as a yokai because of her scary appearance. She co-owns La Parroquia de Veracruz and is a happy woman with a bubbly personality. Her name means bright, in reference to her happy personality. Her quirk, Whim, allows her to know what people want/need and tell them apart. As a child she was bullied and holds grim memories of her teenage years and school, reason why she decided to drop out of uni, quit out of her job as a waitress and help her internet best friend start his business.

Mateo Flores is a mexican boy with pastel pink skin and slightly darker pink hair. His eyes are a deep violet and he has a pair of flashy fangs that can rarely be seen since he is shy and doesn’t tend to smile as much as Akiko. He is the original owner of La Parroquia de Veracruz and his quirk, Flavour, grants him the ability to make literally anything taste like glory. His name means decisive. He settled down in Japan just after graduating high school and opened a café, hiring his ibf Akiko as a waitress and also business partner.

Takane Hikari worked as a receptionist the first time she appeared in the story, back in chapter two. She currently works as an intern for a big Support Company and resides in Hosu. Her hair is cyan, short, curly and her eyes are an icy blue. Her quirk, Splatter, although quite useless makes up for a good party trick as she can eject paint from her body. Her name means light.

Kirishima Iwao is a buff, tall man with dark skin and even darker hair. His eyes are a light shade of blue and his quirk, Rock, gives him a thick skin. However, can unharden his skin and make himself soft for a couple of minutes. He works as a trainer in a local gym. Because I’m an uncreative little shit his name literally means rock.

Kirishima Mio is a petite woman with dark hair and sharp, shark-like teeth. She has scarlet red eyes and works as a detective in a nearby precinct. Her name can either be interpreted as beautiful or saint. 

Now let’s skip to chapter three. The first to make an appearance here is Bakugou Tsuki. She has white short hair and red eyes that match with a beautiful tanned skin. Her quirk, Ember, lets her set random things on fire and then manipulate the embers. She loves to tease her grandsons and is a single mother. Her name means to thrust.

Yasu Nagisa is Inko’s mother. She is a kind yet untrusting, strict woman with green hair, orange eyes and teal skin. Her quirk, Levitate, allows her to make things fly with a simple glance. Her name means shore.

Yasu Ryuu is Inko’s father. He has blonde curls, blue eyes, and prominent freckles. Unlike his wife, he is a happy-go-lucky kinda guy with a quirk deemed best suited for villany by most people. Appearing allows him to have any object appear on his hands by just knowing what it looks like and its location. His name means dragon.

Chapter four presents us a brand new set of OC’s. First off, there’s Hazuki Kisumi, a boy with dark hair, blue skin and navy blue eyes. He has gills on either side of his neck and fins on both his calves and forearms. His name means mist, like the vague mist that can be seen on the shores at sunrise. His quirk, Introduction, allows him to know how a person would like to be approached. He is quite shy and has a slippery tongue.

Then we have Yamazaki Hiroko, a woman that looks like a triceratops all the way from head to toe. She has broad shoulders and three horns atop her head. Her skin is dark and covered in golden scales, along with her muscled tail. She has dark cocoa hair and partially heterochromatic eyes that go from amber yellow to emerald green, although her prettiest feature are her pair of glassy red lips. She has a flirty personality and likes to joke around. Her name means tolerant and her quirk, Mixing, allows her to mix about anything and everything and make it right. Is she a bartender? Mad scientist? Only time will tell.

Shiozaki Fuji is a short woman with vines for hair and a characteristic stoic face expression. She works as a receptionist in NIK and her quirk grows flowers from her hair. Her name means mountain and she is related to Shiozaki Ibara, student from class 1-B.

Daichi Yuu is an old man with a quirk that allows him to literally blend in with his surroundings. He is the principal at NIK, a responsible adult with a successful career in quirk analysis and quite a lively character. His name means intellect. 

From there we skip all the way over to chapter six, where Ai Chiasa makes her first appearance. She is Shouto’s personal chauffeur and her quirk, Teletransporting, is self-explanatory. She has purple skin and peach coloured hair that match with a calm personality. She enjoys pop culture way too much and loves the Todoroki like if they were her own children. Her name means a thousand mornings.

From the recommended exam we have Fudo Daiki, local pervert and wielder of Nightcrawling, a quirk that allows him to use dark areas to teletransport from one place to another. He has neon bright hair and a sly smile and his name means brightness, a contrast to how his quirk works. We also have Shinju Nyoko whose name means gem treasure. She is a bubbly girl with dark skin and an afro. Her quirk, Space, allows her to bend constellations, stars and such at will.

Last but not least, chapter seven brings what I believe to be the last OC’s from this batch. For starters we have Nakamura Harumi, whose name means springtime beauty. She has medium-short, long cocoa hair that match with a pair of brown eyes and grey skin. She is smart yet shy, has a weird liking for the sun and is very trusting of others. Her quirk, Host, makes her the best at organizing events and such.

Then we get introduced to Interi Hiro, a boy with white hair and pastel purple eyes. He is related to Interi Saiko, a girl from the anime-only filler Provisional License Exam episode in season three. He is a carefree guy, although he can be a little bit bitchy when out of soda since that means he can’t use his quirk, I. Q., properly. His name means abundant.

Ryoko Seina is a girl with dark skin, orange hair and bright red eyes. She is a nice person, although prone to get anxious easily. Her quirk, Moonlight, makes her extra productive at night time and she can also expand her limbs thanks to her father’s genes. Her name means innocent and she is a sweet person.

Natalya Ivanova is an elder Russian lady and the homeroom teacher for Class 101 in NIK. She is a strict teacher and likes to make fun of her students, all in good-hearted nature.

Ito Miya is the second highest ranked student in NIK. She has purple skin, pastel pink hair that’s shaved in one side and curly on the other, a scar along her right cheek, freckles and a pair of brown eyes that get hidden underneath black frames that she doesn’t really need. She has three piercings on her left ear to match Kaoru’s and a pair of demonic purple wings that flutter each time she gets excited. Her quirk, Spotlight, allows her switch the attention from herself at will. Her name means wings.

Finally, we have Watanabe Kaoru. He has tanned skin and ash brown hair along with a cute lil’ mole on the upper right part of his lips. His eyes are a vibrant green deep enough to rival Izuku’s and he has a set of three piercings on his right ear. He needs glasses and so he wears a pair of thick-rimmed frames at all times, his name means fragrance. His quirk, Handsome, allows him to morph into what people find physically appealing as long as he meets the requirements (i. e. he can’t grow boobs to appeal people who are into that). He also has a driver’s license and is a long-time friend of Miya. 

And I think that’s it! Here you can find a couple of visuals I created, just in case things are a bit unclear. You can also message me and I’ll answer your doubts to the best of my ability! <3

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buy you a rose - (jily drabble) i actually don’t know what this is, i was listening to buy you a rose by AJR and suddenly i was writing. there was no plot in mind, literally no direction. just two little idiots and some background music. could be described as firsts and lasts w/ colors. hope you don’t hate it--if you do that’s cool too though. also, listen to AJR bc their music is rad af. 

james swears on his mother’s favorite blue sweater that he’s never seen eyes such a bright shade of green--like the color of the frogspawn in his father’s potions kits, or the stems of the roses he carefully grows for his mum in the back gardens. really, james hasn’t seen eyes that weren’t blue or brown and had assumed that it wasn’t possible for people to have eyes any other color--but he’s eleven and naive, cut him some slack. he wants to ask her if they’re her real eye color, (you can’t actually have eyes the color of clovers, and moss, and caterpillars) but he and his mum had discussed inside thoughts and outside thoughts for three hours yesterday and he really thinks she’d be disappointed if he couldn’t last a week without mixing the two up.

but really, her eyes can’t possibly be real.

james shifts in his seat, his fingers twitching at his sides. he’s pretty sure he could draw her eyes, if he mixed his two favorite green pencils with a bit of yellow and blue. he tilts his head sideways, glasses falling down the bridge of his nose. he’d need brown as well, if he wanted to get the edges right (which he did). he’d have to owl his mum when he got to the castle, he’d only brought half his pencils from home (a clear mistake, he’d told his dad he’d need the whole set). maybe he’d be able to catch her within the first week of classes and have her sit for a portrait--it’d be the only way to get the exact color perfect, and even then he’d have to watch the lighting. 

lily’s pretty sure she’s never met a boy who stared so blatantly at a girl whilst she cried without once offering condolences, a handkerchief, or something at the very least aside from two wide eyes that won’t move from her own. she rubs her sleeve over her cheeks, brushing the tears away from her eyes, and shoots her best glare at the stupid git who can’t seem to take a hint. pulling her knees to her chest, she shuffles her body towards the wall and glares some more. 

“would you quit staring?” lily finally snaps, her lips in a pronounced pout. 

“sorry,” james mutters, not moving his eyes from hers--and it dawns on him in that moment, he knows that color, its not grass or clover or peppers or any other ridiculous shade of green (how could he be so stupid, its so obvious). “it’s just--your eyes are almost the exact same color as algae.” 

her eyes narrow, and james knows immediately that that should’ve been an inside thought as her shoe hits his head.

all of the students, and professors, and books, and literally every reputable source describe the lake on the hogwarts grounds as the black lake, but james is prepared to fight half of those people because he’s certain that theres shades of purple and red swirling in the depths that have nothing to do with the squid or merfolk that swim within its depths. sirius claims it to be a trick of the light, every time he brings it up. he doesn’t need sirius’ recognition to know he’s right though. all the proof he needs comes in the shaking form of evans, who stands before him in a near transparent school blouse that once was white but is now stained purple. 

he’s pretty certain she’s glaring at him (he didn’t even do anything, he hadn’t realized what sirius was doing until he’d heard the splash and by then, well he couldn’t exactly do more than pull her out of the water could he?) but all he can do is stare at her shirt as it drips with lilac and violet and a dark grey that when mixed together looks like the universe and definitely could be mistaken for black by anyone without an artists eye. 

in the end he trades lily his cloak for her blouse--he swears on his dad’s amaryllis that he’s only trying to be a gentleman, and he’ll return her shirt to her promptly, really. she’s hesitant, because they’re sixteen and sirius is standing at his side, but he really didn’t do anything and she thinks she might be half in love with him anyway. 

“oh brilliant evans, you won’t regret this i swear.” he’s draping his cloak around her shoulders, shielding his body in front of hers as she unbuttons the soaking shirt and ties the cloak tightly against her chest. “i’ve been trying to determine the color of the lake for ages, but i’ve never thought to put it on fabric while looking at it--this is going to be perfect.”

“you know you’re the only redhead i’ve ever met.” james states matter of factly, as though he hadn’t just been discussing quidditch scores with the gideon who’s hair is even more shocking than her own. lily scoffs, pursing her lips and eyeing the two prewett boys (now standing together with benjy and sirius) and wondering when her boyfriend lost his mind. “you do realize you were just speaking with gid a moment ago, right sweetheart?”

he winces at her tone, but shakes his head assuredly. he taps his index finger against the back of her hand, and twirls a bit of her hair around his other.

james wants to tell her that the prewett boys are made up of oranges--bright shades that could rival fruit and fire. it’s a brilliant color, one that he’s drawn with on several occasions over the years. it’s the color of his dad’s favorite mug, and the collars his mum got for the dogs in fourth year before they (he) left them in the woods. 

but her hair. he’d tried to draw it over and over but couldn’t ever get it quite right--not with pencils, oils, or watercolors. she was a shade between the roses he’d taken to buying her for holidays and the scarlet ties they’d worn for seven years in the castle. (he thinks that its closest to the color running through his veins, but that might just be because both shades are close to his heart.) the two aren’t comparable, really no color he’s ever seen could rival the color that falls from her head in waves. 

“they’re gingers lil, it’s different.” and lily just nods because she doesn’t understand, but somehow she hopes that she does.

lily nudges his knee with her foot and holds out one of two steaming mugs filled to the brim with tea and sugar. james grunts in response, two colored pencils clutched tightly in his fingers. she wants to tell him that the two colors are exactly the same--even more than the last two colors were when she DID tell him exactly that. but figures she can’t escape to the kitchen twice in ten minutes because of her inability to hold her own tongue. 

he scratches against the parchment with one pencil, his brows crinkling together tightly as he stares at the color it leaves behind. he stares for several moments that feel like an eternity as she stands there holding two burning mugs--before doing exactly the same with the other pencil. 

“james,” she sighs, placing his mug atop a torn bit of parchment, whilst cradling her own. “they’re nearly the same color, just choose one and be done with it.” but james shakes his head with vehemence. 

“they’re not the same lil,” his voice is low, and he’s pulling the parchment towards his face squinting between the two blues. “merlin, i don’t think either of these is right.” 

james’ head falls backwards as he swears loudly. his fingers are gripping the edges of the parchment so tightly he thinks it’ll probably tear but it doesn’t matter because the baby’s bedroom is meant to look like the color of the sea, and the blues he’s looking between match more closely to the sky of cokeworth. both colors have strong memories attached to them--but cokeworth has petunia and snape and smoggy clouds that make him sick just thinking about them. he wants his baby to be surrounded only by his and lily’s happiest memories; crashing waves and stones skipping across their crests. “i just want it to be perfect.”

lily nods, her fingers grazing over her stomach where a slight bump has begun to rise. they’re nineteen and totally not cut out for this--at least, she doesn’t feel cut out for this. just scared and nervous and slightly motion sick. but james is scrubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands, and she can’t imagine anyone she’d rather have as the father of her child than some idiot artist who’s so worried about one shade of a single color that will go into a mix of several other colors (all of which) he’s painstakingly chosen just to capture a single emotion for their baby’s nursery. 

but james drapes his fingers over her hand, and smiles crookedly at her, his other hand toying with two new pencil colors. she rolls her eyes (because they’ll never sleep at this rate), but he’s babbling about memories and scribbling with colors, and maybe she’ll never understand why he’s so specific but she loves him for it anyway.