#hehe need that shading practise

[iced-souls]

They’re having a great time I see.

[aeoki]

Dance Floor - Slow Step: Chapter 5

Location: Park (Lawn Area) Characters: Touri, Yuzuru, Eichi & Wataru

Eichi: …*Phew*. I’m getting quite tired now.

The sunlight is still strong at this time of the year, after all. I might sound like some vampire by saying this, but I’m exhausted.

It’s a good thing that I can empathise with them a bit.

I’ll be resting in the shade but keep on practising without me.

Yuzuru: Understood. You’ll need to hydrate yourself – I’ll prepare some tea.

The drinks in the thermos have all finished, so I shall find something else to fill them up.

Eichi: You don’t need to do that, Yuzuru. I’ll just buy something from that vending machine over there.

Wataru: Amazing! As expected of Your Majesty, the “Emperor”! I see you know how to use a vending machine…☆

Touri: That’s amazing, President! It’s like a magical box to me~

Eichi: Hehe. I’m generally quick to learn things.

Anyway, it won’t be effective to do things at my pace as I’m lacking in stamina, so go back and practise, okay?

Wataru: Alright! Look here at how I elegantly play with the playground equipment…☆

See, Himegimi? Do you understand? You play by creating an optical illusion like you’re spinning the equipment that’s stuck to the ground!

It’s a technique often used in magic tricks or trick art – an optical illusion-based performance!

The five senses are more susceptible to being tricked than we think!

If you’re an excellent possessor of talent, then you’d even be able to make rain fall upwards, creating something out of thin air or breathing fire…

Put simply, you’ll be able to do magic ♪

Touri: Does “fine” need those skills? “Switch” is the unit that’s all about magic, right?

Wataru: Oh? Himegimi, I see you’re knowledgeable about the other units as well.

Before, you’d make a face like you’ve no interest in the units of the masses!

Yuzuru: As long as you’re conducting your idol activities at Yumenosaki Academy, you cannot ignore the other units.

We can gain much-needed knowledge by influencing one another and working diligently together.

Touri: Yeah but… Yuzuru, you sometimes end up saying the things I wanted to say.

Yuzuru: I am simply speaking on your behalf to make up for your poorly expressed words. On the off chance, if it’s a rude remark, then I can blame it on my ineptitude.

Touri: What~? I don’t like shifting my responsibilities onto other people, though?

Eichi: …Hehe. This peaceful scene is something I could have never imagined with the old “fine”. It’s just like innocent children playing at the park.

Anzu-chan, everyone is playing according to your instructions.

But I don’t understand your intentions. How will this help in creating a dance?

…Oh. You’ll wipe my sweat? Thank you.

Sweating is like being rejuvenated – it’s a sign that I’m healthy.

On the other hand, if I’m unhealthy, then I’ll have difficulty producing sweat and it’ll just dry off.

Ahaha. That tickles, Anzu-chan. I can wipe myself off if you just give me the towel. I feel like I’ve become a baby.

It’s alright, though. I’m glad to see you no longer feel hesitant touching men.

You were very reserved in the beginning – blushing every single time.

But then, you wouldn’t be able to do your work. You’ve gotten quite used to Yumenosaki Academy…

No, I’m happy to see you’ve adapted to being a “producer”.

I hope you can continue growing at this pace, evolve according to your surroundings and support us.

Right, I’ll buy you a drink from the vending machine as thanks.

You prefer the sweeter ones, don’t you? Ritsu-kun was overjoyed when he found out you two share the same preferences, so I remember.

Too sweet and it can feel like poison, so I don’t really like it, though.

…Hm? Anzu-chan, what are you looking at?

Oh… we were making a fuss and the children playing at the park gathered around us out of curiosity, huh.

Hm, “RYUUSEITAI” often performs hero shows here at this park so…

The children who were hoping to see that decided to come over here.

If that’s the case, then they’re our precious guests – It’s our job to entertain them. Leave it to us, “Producer”-chan ♪

Hehe. The children are copying Wataru with sparkles in their eyes.

The adults are enjoying it too… He’s producing flower after flower out of nothing and entertaining them.

We’re just in our training clothes so where does he place all those things he needs for his tricks?

On the other hand, Touri and Yuzuru find it difficult to approach him. It seems they’re surrounding the children at a distance.

I see – I know what your intentions are, Anzu-chan.

Touri! Yuzuru! Follow Wataru’s footsteps and make the children happy!

Don’t converse with them or give them any sweets – you must get the children’s attention by your movements only. I’ll do the same once I’ve rested.

Yuzuru: Right… If that is your order, then I shall obey. However, are we not getting in the way of the children playing here?

Eichi: It’s up to your skills to see if you’re getting in their way or not. If the children cry or call their parents over, then it’s game over.

It will hurt “fine’s” reputation and it’ll end in a huge failure.

This is not Yumenosaki Academy but a public place, after all. A certain degree of consideration is necessary.

But even so, we’re still children ourselves, so we don’t need to feel hesitant about it.

Let’s all play together. Until we’re satisfied. That must be the experience we’re all lacking.

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heya!! tysm again fr the ikesen matchup, i loved it sm ♡ sooo now could i pls get a matchup for ikevamp, if its ok? 💞 (ps i hope ur doin ok!!) here’s the info again!!

bi girl, i prefer guys! ambiverted intp, gryffindor or ravenclaw, neutral good, scorpio. i have an older twin sis n i love/hate her sm!!

medium-length straight-ish black hair (side bang to the right) & dark brown eyes!! 5'5-ish, filipina! im getting glasses soon~

complex daydreamer- i crave affirmation/praise!! anxiety, i overthink sm! quiet w/ others cause idk what to say. im like half funny/playful & half deep/awkward- easily annoyed but guilty after cause im soft-hearted. i have a way w/ words, poetic? hopeless romantic! i tend to be quite chaotic? sorta socially anxious-

not innocent/naive but ppl think so at 1st! i look fine but im a big mess. superiority complex, insecure- smart n knowledgeable. passionate! a kid w/ my twin but w/ others, mature. its hard to friend ppl! dramatic but rather closed off. its hard for me to ask fr help- opinionated but i try to understand. i need lots of space,,,

i like to have fun n loosen up but would also just cuddle n have long convos. forgive but never forget- realist but rather optimistic. good w/ technology! imaginative/creative. near-sighted! rather selfish, i put myself 1st. love language is words of affirmation/quality time- stubborn! observant- sensitive.

a habit- i tend to drift away n just think? i care a lot abt how i look! i like bein the best so i get competitive. keyboard smashes!! i swear quite often. i like bein organised! i like makin faces!!

fun fact: math/history r my faves. sometimes im rlly hyper n say the most random things? i fear judgement, future, unknown, n failure. bilingual, learnin french! fr pda only hand-holding?

likes: gaming, affection, jokes (stupid/puns), space (stars), weapons (swords/guns), music, instruments (piano), animals, movies, books, philosophy, psychology, writing, exhilirating stuff, astronomy, mythology, etc.

dislikes: heat, presentations, naivety, stupidity, blind faith, stereotypes, being pressured, etc.

tysm!! shjsjsjs i changed it a bit- anyway, stay safe!! dont forget to take care of urself 💞

Hehe, you are most welcome dear!🥰❤🌻 I’m so happy you sent in another request! You are honestly so sweet! ❤🥰Soz for taking sooo long! I hope you enjoy this dear and I hope you are looking after yourself! Sending lots o hugs! 🌻❤ @x-joie-x

So I match you with………….. Napoleon

The first time Napoleon meets you was when he legit grabbed your hand and pulled you along with him, as he tried to get you out of the mansion. It was not safe for a human in a mansion full of vampire, and this soldier wanted to get you out before it was too late. But alas it was just that, too late. By the time the two of you had arrived at the door from whence u came, it was sealed shut, and no amount of tugging or pulling could get it to open.

Comte, who had heard the commotion, stepped into the hallway to see you and Napoleon trying to open the door. He strode over to you and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder as he led you and the soldier to his study so he could explain. After a lengthy explanation about your current situation he named Napoleon as your personal bodyguard to help you navigate, the Paris of the past

To say you were starting to overthink and get anxious would be an understatement. Napo looked over at your quiet demeanour and scanned your face to find a glimpse of anxiety. After the conversation with Comte was over, Sabastion came to escort you to your room for the night.

The next few days you spent cooped up in your room. Too anxious to leave, u needed time and space to sort through your feelings. 

Your stomach started grumbling, but you just ignored it, cause honesty you were just too stubborn to go downstairs and ask for help. Napo had been pacing outside your door, trying to figure out the best way to coax you from your room. That’s when he heard the rumble coming from your stomach. He gently opens the door and strode into your room, “come nunuche, I made too many pancakes this morning, And I need some help finishing them.” Just as you were about to refuse your stomach gave another loud growl, cue Napoleon bursting out into laughter, “I think its best we feed that little bear before it gets angry.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at Napo, as the soldier went from scary and intimidating to boyish and playful in 0.2 seconds. You smiled as you watch the former Emporer of France try to catch his breath through his full body laughter fit. He finally calmed down and grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the dining room. A new fit of laughter erupted from the man as you couldn’t help but crack a joke on your way there. The rest of the afternoon was spent cracking jokes and eating pancakes.

Napo found you incredibly amusing, especially how you could go from funny and playful, to awkward in 2 seconds flat. He loved to joke along with you and then tease you whenever you would turn into an awkward mess the second one of the other residents entered into the room. 

Especially Arthur, you would often get annoyed at his flirty comments and pick up lines, you absolutely left Napo in stitches when you made a sarcastically awkward comment back to Arthur on afternoon. Napo had learned by now that you were actually rather soft-hearted so the minute he saw the guilt flash across your eyes for being annoyed at Arthur’s comments, he squeezed your hand in reassurance, “don’t feel guilty nunuche, trust me he deserves it. Plus if you don’t believe me, just ask Isaac.”

Napoleon would invite you with him every day to help teach the children at his makeshift school. At first, you were somewhat socially awkward, but thanks to Napoleon and Isaac’s encouragement, you actually started teaching a class of your own. Napo loved how smart and passionate you were. You gave your all in teaching the children various topics, and honestly, Napo couldn’t help but fall in love with you. You taught them everything from maths to history, and the children absolutely adored you. So did Napoleon tbh, the man would take sneaky glances just watching you in your element. When stealing these little glances of you, a lovestruck foolish smile would dance across his face, which most certainly didn’t go unnoticed by Isaac or the children.

After class, Isaac would go off to his second job as a professor of the University, leaving you and Napoleon up to your own devices. Napoleon seemed to bring out that playful side of you, as the two of you goofballs would grab lunch at a nearby cafe. Or have a little picnic in the park, and just spend the entire time quick-firing stupid puns and jokes at each other. You sometimes get super hyper and start saying random words, which leads the two of you to have loads of random conversations. And TBH the two of you are always pulling silly faces at each other just for laughs. You live for those moments when u make a joke or pull a face, and monsieur de Whaha starts erupting with laughter. It is a true sight to behold, the way his whole body shakes, and the sight alone is enough to prompt you into your own laughing fit.

The day Napoleon knew you were the one and only woman for him, was the day he found you in the training hall. You loved swords and weapons so when you were helping Sebastian with housework one day, and you came across a vast display of swords, you were absolutely ecstatic. You wasted no time in picking up one of the swords and swishing it around. Napoleon walked into the room just as you pick up one of the swords and his eyes went wide, “pfft what in the world are you doing?” You narrowed your eyes at the man, as he chuckled, “practising, obviously.” 

Napoleon’s eyes lit up as he strode past you to pick up a sword of his own, “then I shall be your partner.” You smiled a broad smile as you went on the offensive and attacked Napoleon. The two of you spent the next few hours smack-talking each other as you fought. Napoleon enjoyed every moment of your fight and the way you were determined to win. He found that competitive side of you rather sexy, so much so that he decided to confess his feelings.

After you had beaten him, he proposed a rematch, but this time he raised the stakes. He went on the offensive, and just before delivering the final blow, he dropped his sword and grabbed hold of you. Smouldering jade blue eyes met your brown ones questioningly, and once he found his answer, he leaned down to kiss you.

The former emperor of France was utterly head over heels for your stubborn optimistic, competitive personality. He absolutely adored what a walking contradiction you were, being both a realist and optimistic, being organized yet messy at the same time. Napoleon had noticed early on in your relationship that you were rather closed off and slowly, but surely he managed to get you to open up to him. The two of you have had many a deep conversation while cuddling. 

He found that whenever you were snuggled in his arm, it was easy to pry information out of you. Especially when he would tickle you. He found out a lot during his cuddle interrogation sessions like how you feared judgement, the unknown future and failure, like how you actually care about your appearance and that you have a superiority complex. None of which scared him off, if anything he loved you more for it! Being sure to curb and banish all your insecurities with the sweetest words of affirmation and praise.

Napo like you, is also a bit of a romantic so this dork will 100% plan dates under the stars, especially after he found out about your love for astronomy and space/stars. He will definitely plan small quiet dates for the two of you, away from the loudness of the mansion. This boi will burst into your room in the afternoon, drag you to the stables, plonk you on top of a hose and before you know it you are sitting in his arms reading or chatting about anything from philosophy to psychology under the shade of a willow tree, surrounded by flowers.

Napo loves your writing, and this boi will insist you read him your fics whenever you finish them. He will spend the next ten days bragging about how amazing your writing skills are to everyone, even going as far as to say your a much better writer than Arthur. 

Knows you need space and alone time and will give you as much as it as you need. He knows you will come and find him once you want some company again. And once you do seek him out, he will crush you in a warm embarrass and whisk you off on some exhilarating adventure.

Mornings between the two of you sweethearts consist of soft, heart-melting moments. Naturally, the first thing Napo does when he wakes up is, plant a loving kiss on your lips. He will tighten his embrace around you as he cracks open his eyes to wish you a good morning all while nuzzling your neck. He knows you are a sucker for sweet words so he will be whispering the sweetest of endearments to you, in between lazy morning kisses. Best be sure this boy will complement and praise you every single day of your life.

Other potential matches…………….. Dazai

I hope you enjoyed this dear! 🌞🌻and I hope you have a super good day! ❤❤🌻

[jincherie]

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✩ — pairing: Taehyung x reader ✩ — genre: cupid!au ✩ — words: 1.7k+ ✩ — warnings: none (inaccurate archery description) ✩ — notes: I’m so excited for this and I have a lot of people to thank for giving me such good ideas!!! I hope you guys like it I’m hoping to turn this into a lil series hehe

Taehyung has been matchmaking since the dawn of time, bringing souls together with their other half and inspiring love. But as time went on the joy he gained from his job and creating happiness for the humans began to fade, a wanting and desire welling up in him with each century that passed for something more, something unattainable, something he knew he could never have. Taehyung knew why he didn’t have a soulmate, and why he couldn’t ever experience love as the humans did. But then, he couldn’t seem to fathom... why didn’t you?

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Through the heavy, booming bass of the beat reverberating through his being and bouncing back off the club walls, he feels it. The familiar tug at his sternum, the sudden desire to drop whatever he was doing and follow the direction of the pull, the tingling at his fingertips and the delicious ache in his shoulder-blades. The woman in his lap was pressing messy kisses to the column of his neck, coordination something that had fled her several drinks ago. She was beautiful, with an enticing body, and looked positively sinful in the tiny red dress that clung to her form. Taehyung wanted nothing more than to stay and continue as he’d intended, but as usual he couldn’t refuse the call. His job was one that had to be performed in exact instances, moments when everything in the universe aligned for the perfect few seconds of opportunity, and he needed to be there when that happened.

Parting from the woman on his lap had been easy. Individuals like her were easily persuaded, minds open and susceptible to the soft, compelling whispers that passed his lips. Places like this were full of people like her— people who had thrown their inhibitions to the wind for a night of earthly pleasure, a night of indulging their deepest desires. It had been easy to redirect her attention to the man several seats from where he’d been, whose gaze hadn’t left her the entire night. Taehyung didn’t need to have the ability to pick up on human desires to know that he wanted her, and after Taehyung leant forward and whispered soft words into her ear, it became clear she wanted him too.

While Taehyung had been reluctant to leave his date, the same couldn’t be said for the club he’d just exited. It was a mediocre establishment at best, nowhere near as refined or classy as the clubs he would usually visit, but it was good nonetheless for finding someone to spend the night with. Not that it mattered much now, he supposed. He didn’t get work that often these days, but of course it would be the night he set out to play that he received the first job in weeks.

Technology was one of the things he had to blame for that. Ever since the internet, and things like online dating sites and matchmaking apps, his business had significantly slowed. It was suddenly so much easier for humans to find and meet their significant other, their soul partner, that he wasn’t always needed to set the gears in motion anymore. That wasn’t to say, however, that he’d become redundant— no, his role was still very much instrumental in the lives of humans.

Love. The most powerful of emotions, elusive yet always within reach, it was something some humans spent their entire lives seeking blindly despite being completely surrounded by it, and it was his specialty. Love was boundless, unrestricted. You could love your mother and love your lover, yet one could not be exchanged for the other. It was glorious, beautiful, and it was utterly heart-wrenching. Love had many facets, and Taehyung had seen them all. Love was many things, but most importantly love was growth.

Whether it had been something so short or meaningless as a summer fling or a childhood crush, each event was perfectly orchestrated to mould and shape the individual into who they were destined to be. Setting these events into motion was something that had always been one of Taehyung’s many responsibilities, and it was something he carried out dutifully throughout his existence, even as his thoughts began to stray, and his lonely heart began to yearn for something he could never have.

Taehyung felt love for the humans, like a mother for her daughter, yet he would never know the tender touch of love from another. From the moment they were cut from the cloth of creation, human souls were born with a perfect other, a soul partner. It was Taehyung’s job to bring these partners together in each lifetime they lived on earth, as it was his job to help shape that individual so when the time came for them to finally meet, they were ready.

But Taehyung was not human, he was not cut from the same cloth as the human souls he so admired. He was another being, a different being, and beings like him didn’t have something so precious, so incredible as a soulmate. It wasn’t something that had always bothered him— since the dawn of time he had been carefully weaving the lives of humans into beautiful tapestries with the strings of fate and he’d adored his role, enjoyed changing the lives of humans for the better. But the existence of a being whose sole purpose is to love and spread that love, yet who cannot feel that love in return, is a lonely one. Taehyung’s heart had begun yearning for what he knew he could never have many centuries ago, perhaps even millennium, and since then his lonely soul had not known peace.

How cruel it was that he could see with each arrow of passion he shot and each pinch of infatuation he sprinkled over someone’s head the happiness he left in his wake, the warmth and adoration that filled the eyes of each lost pair he brought together, yet could never experience it for himself. There was a void in Taehyung’s chest, one that had begun as a hairline crack in his heart and widened with each year that passed until there was a gaping hole in his being that none but him could see.

Taehyung had thrown himself into the deep, desperately seeking pleasure in a new life among the humans, wanting nothing more than to experience all they did, anything and everything to try and fill that void. It was fruitless, of course. Living a life of indulgence and drowning himself in each and every pleasure available could only distract him momentarily. Taehyung knew that countless nights of fleeting intimacy couldn’t ever ease his aching heart, his soul seeking something much more impossible to attain.

When the tingling in his fingertips and the aching pressure in his shoulder-blades suddenly peaked, Taehyung knew he was almost where he needed to be. All at once the buzz under his skin spread from his fingertips all over the rest of his body, and he knew he was no longer visible to any humans in the area. The skin of his upper back tickled and itched, the pressure increasing, but he ignored it— he’d finally arrived.

He was at the top of a staircase, gazing upon a courtyard of sorts, perhaps a large walkway even, lit meagrely by a combination of streetlights and the fairy lights winding through two of the large trees to the side. Opposite him, on the other side of the walkway, was the river that snaked throughout the city, it’s inky surface glimmering with the colourful reflection of the city’s lights. Taehyung’s gaze found his charges instinctively, almost gravitating towards them.

A woman, dressed in a blouse and pencil skirt, most likely on her way home from work, was walking hurriedly across the path, eyes determinedly on her phone. Closing his eyes, Taehyung took a gentle breath before opening them and focusing on the woman once more, this time with all her attachments visible to him. Thread-like lines in various shades of red, intangible and unseen by the human eye, stretched from her heart in different directions, moving with her as she went. One in particular caught his eye, a thick, fraying thread in a deep wine-colour. A current partner, but not her fated one. A lesson, he remembered, one that the damage to the thread indicated was being learnt. Taehyung’s eyes moved from that thread to another, the one that was most important— the one he was here for. It was faded, with no solid form, and stretched all the way over to another woman seated on a bench ahead of her, legs outstretched as she read a book beneath the streetlamp. That was her, that woman’s soulmate. Once upon a time Taehyung might have smiled, anticipating the happiness that would result from this fated meeting. Now, however, he simply lifted his arm, allowing his bow to materialise in his awaiting grasp, finding comfort in the familiar grooves of the grip against his palm.

The tug on his sternum began to increase as the time for him to act grew nearer. Wordlessly, he pulled two arrows from the air, the tips dipped in vivid crimson. Without missing a beat he nocked them, one above the other, and drew the string back in preparation. It was something that were it being done by anyone else, it likely wouldn’t have worked, but Taehyung wasn’t just anybody. It was with practised ease that he aimed the arrows at the two humans whose souls were about to reunite.

Like a timer that counted down with the beat of his heart, the pull intensified second by second, until finally, at just the right moment— Taehyung let the arrows fly. They pierced through the air, parting from each other and sailing as though drawn towards their intended targets. In the span of a heartbeat the arrows hit their mark, dissipating into a burst of crimson glitter upon contact with their chests. The woman on her phone tripped over the other’s extended legs, both people suddenly made aware of the other’s presence in a way they likely never would have thought. And just like that, Taehyung’s job was done. Finally, he let a smile slip onto his face; a sad, longing smile.

Allowing his stance to relax, he watched them a moment more before he turned, preparing to retire home for the night. He was no longer in the mood for playing around with humans like he had originally intended to do, and simply wanted to crawl under his covers and sleep; the one innate human luxury he had been permitted to partake in.

It was as he turned, however, that his gaze moved of its own accord and he froze, eyes widening and breath catching in his throat. Humans couldn’t see him when he was like this, cloaked in glamour that rendered him invisible to their eye, yet here he stood, locked in the gaze of a human girl. She stood, eyes wide in shock and fear, her mouth hanging open.

For the first time in his entire existence, Taehyung’s heart skipped a beat.

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I definitely need to practise on how I’m gonna color and shade Meir.. dark skin is a little tricky for me hehe^^;