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[jugaflug]

heyyy Juga 💅 please do 4, 10, 18, 30, 22 for the AnS ask game! ^^

Heya! ❤️ Ty for the ask :)

4. Character with the best hairstyle By default, I was about to say Zen, but let's go with something a little more interesting: Mitsuhide. I really like the colour of it, and how it looks when it's all messy!

10. Ships or characters who you think deserve more love Good question 🤔 Sakaki, for sure! He cares more about Raji than I think he lets on 🤭 Oh, and Suzu! Suzu definitely deserves more love :)

18. Your favourite rare pair Hmm, this is a tough one. I tend towards one ship in particular with this series, but... after giving it some thought, I think the two Poet Gate guards (Kai Ulkir and Shiira Eigan) could be quite cute! Is that a rare pair? Idk!

30. Did you watch the anime first or read the manga first? I watched the anime first - specifically, I watched the first season, then began reading, and watched the second season a little time afterwards. I consider myself more a fan of the manga than the anime, overall, though.

22. Favourite fancontent This is a difficult question, since I (shamefully) don't engage in too much fancontent for this series. Still, I'd say that the fan translations of the manga are my favourite - without them, we'd be awfully starved! Forever grateful to the fans out there who help to make the series more accessible to the rest of us ❤️

[anime-zodiac]

The Signs as Snow White with the Red Hair characters~

Aries: Raji Shenazard

Taurus: Kai Ulkir (Right)

Gemini: Zen Wisteria

Cancer: Kazuki 

Leo: Mitsuhide Rouen

Virgo: Ryuu

Libra: Kihal Toghrul

Scorpio: Izana Wisteria

Sagittarius: Shirayuki

Capricorn: Kiki Seiran

Aquarius: Obi

Pisces: Garak Gazelt

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Kai Ulkir

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Series : Snow White with the Red Hair (Episode 1-24 + 1 OVA)

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Leona

Hair length:

Hairstyle:

Outfit on Earth:

Dress in the Heavens:

Gender: Female

Age: 25

Hair color: Red

Eye color: Brown

Height/Weight: 5'7"/102 lbs

Hometown: Tokyo, Japan

Birthday: August 23rd

PROFESSIONAL STATUS

TITLE:

Ruler of Leo Minor Constellation

The Heir Princess of the Heavens

Friend to Tanbarun Royal Family (in the future)

AFFILIATION:

The Leo Minor Constellation

Heavens

Earth

OCCUPATION:

Aide to the First and Second Princes of Clarines (in the future)

STATUS:

Goddess of Leo Minor Constellation

Family:

Leon (Father)

Kyoko (Mother)

Crush: Izana Wistaria

FRIENDSHIPS:

Scorpio

Teorus

Dui

Huedhaut

Ichthys

Karno

Zyglavis

Aigonorus

Krioff

Tauxolouve

Partheno

Vega

Altair

Mitsuhide

Kiki

Obi

Prince Raji

Shirayuki

Zen Wistaria

Ryuu

Kiharu Toghrul

Stella (pet bird that Kiharu Toghrul gift to her: later on)

Kazuki

Kai Ulkir

Shiira Eigan

Body type: Strong and flexible

Personality:

Leona is optimistic, honest, kind, strong-willed and dedicated. Yet she's sarcastic and sassy, not afraid to speak her mind. She cares a lot for her friends and family, She's strong minded, cheerful and very hard working, despite being a demigoddess. She's intelligent, determined and has good health. She loves Ichthys' pranks, but she can get annoyed or concerned when his pranks goes too far.

Powers and Abilities:

Healing abilities

Decaying abilities

Agility and adaptability to environments and situations

Glow-in-the-dark hair

Prehensile hair

Control over the black rocks (later on)

Interesting Facts:

• Leona likes to call her friends by their nicknames sometimes, calling Ichthys "Ikky", Teorus "Teo", Huedhaut "Hue", Tauxolouve "Lou" or "Louie", Aigonorus "Aigo", and Zyglavis "Zig".

• Leona is the second god to have two special abilities; the first is Tauxolouve.

• Even though Zyglavis, Scorpio and her father never get along and her mother kinda does, she however does get along with Zyglavis and Scorpio because she doesn't act like Leon. She never understands why they don't like each other, no matter how hard she tries, they never told her or why the Department of Wishes and Punishments never got along either, so she gave up on asking.

• Leona loves to read books from the library or from online.

• Leona hates alcohol because she knew it taste weird and hears when people get drunk, stuff happens. So, she stays away from it and use her powers to bring water, juice or soda for herself.

• Leona loves stars, just like her mother, so they go stargazing, sometimes with her father as well. So, whenever she feels alone or homesick, she'll look up to the sky at night to see the stars to remember her parents and her friends by.

• Like her father, Leona loves meatballs simmered in tomato sauce. So, she and Leon shares them together whenever they have some father-daughter time. She also doesn't mind sharing them with other people.

• When her divine powers are unleashed, her left eye turns turquoise blue, and her right eye turns golden yellow.

• Leona loves to sing, so she took choir in high school and still sings after she graduates.

• Unlike Ichthys' healing ability, her healing power not only comes from her hands, but also from her hair, (similar to Rapunzel in Tangled) even when her hair is cut, her magic hair still works while the hair that's been cut turns auburn and loses its power. When something or someone is physically in contact with her hands or hair in order for the magic to work is, she sings a special healing incantation song, her hair also emits a glowing bright red when the magic activates.

• When she sings her decay incantation song to weaken her enemies, her hair glows dark red.

• After Leona lets her hair grow longer throughout the story, she can use her extremely long hair to grasp and manipulate objects and people. On many occasions, she has been shown using her hair as a rope to swing around, a lasso to grab/hold objects and people, or a whip in combat. Her hair also appears to be incredibly lightweight, as she is quite agile and is able to move around quite easily despite its sheer size.

[bubblesthemonsterartist]

Obi as a martial arts instructor/assistant instructor, and Shirayuki as the student who keeps needing help with her floor maneuvers >:3c

Prompts are currently closed. I will announce when I am open! :)

Apropos to nothing, Obi saunters to the middle of their little circle, lifts up a single leg and falls like a particularly tall tree. His flat palms slapping flat against the mat is ear splitting.

“Okay!” Obi grins like he hadn’t just rattled her teeth just by watching him, and rubs his hands together gleefully. “Can I havea volunteer? Ulkir, do you care to be today’s sacrifice?”

Kai flushes, turning his face into his sleeve. “I went last time,” he mumbles, looking towards his partner with a plea in his eyes. Shiira clears his throat and looks away.

“Come now,” Obi purrs, flat on his back with a smile made of sharp white teeth. “It wasn’t that bad.”

Shy brown eyes sharpen into a glare. “Easy for you to say.”

“It was a learning experience!” he insists. “You’re only going to get better if-”

“Sensei,” Ryuu’s cuts the both of them off. His voice is soft, but there is censure there strong enough to make Obi freeze mid-sentence. “It’s not fair to have Kai go again. There’s a new person.”

Those sharp yellow eyes flicker to her, then quickly away, his grin growing stilted. “Miss is just observing today,” he explains, voice gentling. “She can go next time.”

“She’s wearing a gi,” Ryuu argues, frown deepening. “New people go first.” And he says it so matter of factly, so blatantly, as if- as if these rules were known to all but her.

Obi and Kiki exchange a glance, a flicker of worry passing between them, and Kiki shifts forward, reaching out to touch Ryuu’s shoulder-

“I’ll go.”

It’s like the room seizes at all once. Or maybe it’s just her. Shirayuki’s fingers fist at her knees, face flushed, and- and she doesn’t even want to be doing this. Doesn’t want to be here. She’s only here because Mitsuhide insisted it would help. But if Obi thinks she will just accept him babying her like this, he’s got another thing coming.

Jaw dropping in- surprise? Shock? Concern?, Obi waves his hands ather in denial. “Now, now, Miss…”

“Ryuu says it’s my turn,” she points out, tipping forward onto her hands and knees and crawling into the center of thecircle. “Now what do I do?”

Huffing, Obi looks at Kiki again, and Shirayuki distinctly sees his lips move, mouth forming what looks to be trouble.

“I didn’t quite hear that, Sensei,” Shirayuki says, so sweetly, sitting back on her heels. “Care to repeat it?”

Obi eyes her. Then sighs, scrubbing his face as he flops back onto his back once again. “I said, ‘Fine, Miss,’” he clips, knees drawing up. Extending his hand in a welcoming gesture, Obi gives her his broadest smile. “Well, then, come on. Wouldn’t want to give you anything less than the full experience.”

Tilting her head in confusion, she wonders just how closer he needs her to be. Shifting forward until her knees brush his side, she asks, “Here?”

A small wave of quiet laughter tinkles like bells across the room, and her cheeks heat, just a little. She was just doing what he said. But even Obi’s lips are trembling with what - she hopes - is humor.

“He meansget on,” Kiki says, not unkindly, but even those placid indigo eyes seem to be teasing her. “It’s called ‘mount’ position for a reason.”

“Oh. Oh!” Heat floods her face so sharply it scalds. “Oh, I mean- I guess, um- how doI-“

Obi’s eyes slide off and behind her. “Shiira,could you…?”

“I can do it!” Shirayuki yelps, bracing her palms across Obi’s chest and throwing her leg over hiswaist. He’s broader than he looks at first glance, and the sudden shock of a very solid man against the inside of her thighs has her stuttering for words. “I mean- um- here? Here is okay?”

Obi mouth opens and closes twice before he manages to make his voice work. “Yes, Miss,” he replies, and she’s- she’s proud. Proud that she could shock his voice hoarse like that. Proud that she was able to prove that she didn’t need coddling, no matter the reason that brought her in here in the first place. “Although you should get your weight off your knees. It would be easy for me tothrow you off like this.”

“Oh,” Shirayuki replies, and her face burns at a steady boil, but she sits back, settling herself down until she’sseated on his stomach. “Then like this?”

He huffs a laugh. “Drop your weight. I won’t break.”

She looks over her shoulder at the rest of him. “But I don’t want to crush you!” she protests.

This time, Obi laughs outright. “Trust me, you won’t.”

“But-”

He taps her thigh twice in quick succession, jolting her upright. “Settle, Miss. If Mitsuhide’s weight can’t crush me, the whole 90 pounds of you definitely won’t.”

Shirayuki mouth flattens into a thin line, but slowly. Carefully. With one eye on him. She relaxes her muscles until her weight settles downfully.

“Good,” Obi grins when she’s done, voice dropped low, and it’s so soft - so nice - that she almost forgets that she is supposed to be annoyed with him. She even preens almost, having completed such a simple task. Then, all at once, she’s reminded of their audience when his chest vibrates beneath her palms, voice booming, “Alright! So!What we’re going to do first is a simple choke hold-”

~ ~ ~

For all the awkwardness of the first few moments, Obi’s teaching style issurprisingly economical. He demonstrates a hold, guides her step by step on how to copyit, then how to break it, and sends the rest of the class to pair up and copy. Rinse and repeat for about ten minutes.

It’s on their third hold that he states the obvious.

“You’re no good at this, Miss,” he grins from above, her arms pinned to her chest, and she glowers athim. “My weight is off. You could throw me if you wanted to.”

He’s not wrong. Not precisely. With his weight all on one arm, she might be able to shove him off of her and gain the higher ground, but instinct is hard to break and she does exactly what he has hold her not to do. She squirms, attempting to wrench her arms out from beneath his open palm. He only pushes down harder, the bone of her wrist digging further into her sternum until she gasps at the shock of pain.

“How am I supposed to get out of this when you’re bigger than me?” she wheezes, going completely still. The pressure lets up, just a little. “I’m small!”

“So is Miss Kiki,” he counters, jerking his head to the side. 

Shirayuki follows the motion, and Kiki is not ten feet away, currently wrapped up with a man who has a whole six inches and 50 pounds on her. His arm wraps around her neck, bringing her down and beneath him. Shirayuki almost reaches out, almost calls for her, but with the casual grace of a house cat mid-fall, Kiki twists, flipping him off of her and onto his back with enough force that he’s knocked breathless. In the next moment, her torso is swinging off of his, thighs and shins laying across his crest with his arm cradled between her thighs. It only takes two seconds of her levering the arm back, pressing the power of her hips against the delicate joint of his elbow, and he’s yelling, free hand tapping frantically against the mat.

“See?” Obi drawls.

“Kiki is really strong,” she argues. “And a black belt.”

“Miss.”

His voice rakes across her, equal parts disappointed and scolding, and her frown deepens. “I can’t even move my arms,” she points out, tugging at them to emphasize her point.

“It’s all about proper application of force,” he replies.“You could overpower me. If you wanted to.”

Shirayuki stares at him, eyes wide, and her- her heart flops uncomfortably in her chest. “How?” she asks. “I’ve never been able to-”

“Because you didn’t have the right tools. That’s why you’re here, right?” he asks, thumb pressing against her wrist as he pulls back and it’s- very nice to breathe again. She revels in it for so long that she almost misses the next sentence. “The trick isa proper hold.”

Shirayuki swallows. Hard. Her eyes fastened to the way hisfingers wrap around her, the gap in his gi and the peek of a scar spanning his chest, as he leads her to his collar. “Oh?”

“You’re right. You’re tiny. But that’s what can make you an excellent fighter,” he says, dry skin sliding up to open herpalm, then to close down around the thick material. “But first, you need every bit ofleverage you can get. Now. Tighter.”

The average square inch of human skin has over 1000 nerveendings, and right here, right now, she feels as if all of them are alight.“Like this?” she manages, gripping until her knuckles are as white as his clothes.

“Yea,” he hums, and the vibration of his chest against herknuckles feels… nice. “Just like that.”

Shifting slightly beneath him, her knees draw up on either side of his hips. “And then?”

“I think you know.” His lips cant up in a smirk. “Do what you saw Miss Kiki do.”

She’s not entirely certain what Kiki did, but she- she tries, sharply shifting her weight so she rests on her hip and not her back. The movement makes her tug, makes her pull Obi’s gi with her, and then it’s nothing to just- press with her shins against his waist and the weight Obi had resting on a single knee goes toppling right over.

It’s just physics, but it feels like magic when the room stops spinning and she’s back on top of him, staring down at his pleased grin.

“Not too bad for a half pint,” he drawls with a wink. “Now. Time to finish me off.”

[hellohimawarihana]

Tales of Crestoria Playable Characters and Profiles

(For Bloodsin, it will be in the next post!)

Kanata Hjuger: Kouhei Amasaki (Kirill Vurbel - Double Decker! Doug and Kirill)

Birthday: January 15

Age: 15

Height: 162 cm

I will be going to protect everyone's smile properly.

Misella: Yui Ishikawa (Hinaki Shinjou - Aikatsu!)

Birthday: September 6

Age: 14

Height: 155 cm

Kanata did nothing wrong! The sinner was me! It’s not Kanata!

Vicious: Yuuma Uchida (Kai Ulkir - Akagami no Shirayuki Hime)

Birthday: May 17

Age: Unknown (22 by appearance)

Height: 184 cm

Well then I'll pick you up at the end. Will you be sinned or eat the sin...!

Aegis Alver: Tatsuhisa Suzuki (Mahou Shoujo Everything Crazy Beauty - Mahou Shoujo Ore)

Birthday: November 23

Age: 18

Height: 172 cm

Under the chivalry spirit, it is my justice to judge you.

Yuna Azetta: Ayane Sakura (Ayami Oururi - Pretty Rhythm Dear My Future)

Birthday: June 20

Age: 17

Height: 163 cm

The lie and knowing lie is called a ‘fiction‘. Ya better remember that.

Orwin Granberg: Hiroki Yasumoto (Kereberos Wansard - Kore wa Zombie desu ka?)

Birthday: April 21

Age: 34

Height: 181 cm

I understand already. I’m going to work properly next week. Okay?

[pinerany]

Shiira marvel

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[sabraeal]

Zen and Mitsuhide got just drunk enough to admit that they both know very little about *the sex* and are *very* curious to learn more. And Obi... well Obi is just like LET ME LAY ON YOU SOME KNOWLEDGE

At the height of summer, underneath a sky full of stars, Kai Ulkir promises forever to a pretty girl with a spray of freckles across her nose. They kiss in the moonlight, fingers twined and wrists tied, and only part when the revelers ready them for their first night. Her smile is shy but eager as their hands slip from one another. His is bright and confident. He looks like a man ready to bed his wife.

But the night before is another story altogether.

“Well.” Obi brushes dirt off his lap as he sits at the fire. “Shiira’s got his work cut out for him.”

Sir laughs, a rumble from deep inside the cavern of his chest. “I don’t envy him one bit. They’ll need a pry bar to get Ulkir off the floor.”

“It can’t be that bad,” Master grouses, his cross expression betraying just how liberal he’s been with his libations tonight. Master is a sulky drunk. “All Ulkir has to do tomorrow is stay upright during his vows.”

Of course Master has to say something like this while he’s drinking, of course.

Obi coughs into his pint, the alcohol burning in his lungs. “Master,” he leers, “that’s not all the duties he has to perform tomorrow.”

It’s a testament to how much they’ve all been drinking that Sir laughs, giggling into his glass like a pageboy. Master’s brow furrows, mouth jutting out into a moue of displeasure.

“I already know that,” he grouses, folding his arms over his chest, shoulder hunching. “Did you know, he just – he just came right up to me, and –”

Master looks up from his rant, stuttering to a halt as he realized that both he and Sir have pitched forward, eager to hear the conclusion of his story. He flushes prettily – just like girl, just like a maiden – and tilts his head away.

“Never mind,” he declares, as if he somehow thinks that will deter either of them from inquiring further. “We should talk about something else. Something like –”

“Just what it is Ulkir said to you?” Obi offers. 

“I just said –” Master sputters, turning to look at Sir for support, only to find him awaiting the answer just as eagerly. “Not you too, Mitsuhide!”

“Zen.” Even three sheets to the wind, Sir is somehow still able to summon up his disappointed parent voice. “It’s customary for a man to seek out his lord’s advice on matters of –”

“Fine.” Master’s cheeks flush a deep, telling red. “He asked me for – if I could –” he squirms under their collective gaze, “– if I could advise him on how to – to pleasure a woman.”

Sir breaks into hysterical laughter, and Obi can’t keep in, “You?”

Master frowns, slamming his pint on the tabletop. “It’s not that funny!”

“Of course not,” he and Sir chorus together, and then there’s no stopping the laughter that erupts from him then, rising higher in pitch as Sir’s joins his.

“What – what did you even say?” Sir asks, wiping tears from him eyes. “Did you –?”

“I just – made something up!” Master’s face is almost painful to look at. “I think I said to – to touch her gently? And, er – whisper sweet things?” He throws up his hands, letting them slap on his thighs as they fall. “I don’t know. All I know is I don’t envy him in the slightest if his wife expects him to give her pleasure on her wedding night.”

Sir grunts in agreement, taking another sip from his glass, but Obi laughs, shakes his head, and asks, “Why is that, Master? Afraid Miss might become ravenous after one night of pleasure?”

“W-why would you even say something like that!” Master splutters, pressing a hand to his chest like a maiden soon to be overcome with a swoon. “I just meant that every knows that, well…” Obi cannot help but enjoy the way he squirms as he builds the courage to go on. “That a woman who is – untouched will not enjoy her wedding night.”

He speaks Clarinese as easy as a native, but this makes him wonder if something might be lost in translation. “Why not?”

Master and Sir exchange worried looks, like parents about to reveal that the dog did not go to a farm after all. “Because,” Master begins slowly, carefully, “of the pain.”

Obi blinks and only just holds back, do you do something different to your cocks here? He’s seen them both in the bath often enough that he knows there’s nothing obviously different between them, save for size.

He settles for, “What?”

“Since you, you know.” Sir seems green about the edges as he speaks, as if the though makes him ill. “You break her…maidenly seal.”

“You break their –?” He turns to his master, beseeching. “Master, you cannot believe that you would have to hurt –?” He can’t even finish the thought, not when Master’s face twists so grimly, and he turns to Sir – “And you, you would with –?”

Both their expressions are the picture of dutiful resignation.

“Master, Sir.” His voice swoops high with surprise. “That is only true if she isn’t ready.”

“Ready?” Sir echoes. “You mean, if she is still dressed?”

Obi is suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to apologize to Miss Kiki.

Master ventures a better guess, at least. “You mean by kissing her?”

“That’s a good start,” he allows, holding back a sigh. As fun as it is to tease about such things, he’s not sure he wants to – to give advice, though it seems they need it. He’s experienced, sure, definitely more than his master and Sir, but he would rather not think he was educating a man on how to make love a woman that he – he –

Right. Silence it is then.

That is until Master scoffs; until he says, “What else is there?”

Well, so much for that plan.

“Oh –” he does not mean for his voice to drop as low as it does, but it is funnier this way, so – “much more.”

Master’s mouth twists with something like dismay, as if he’s skeptical of the claim, but Sir sits forward, eyes fixed on Obi, and – and –

Miss Kiki can thank him later. The card better be lovely. Embossed with gold leaf, at least. Thank you for saving my –

“Well, you start with kissing, of course.” He doesn’t always; he has quite a few pleasant memories of those particular exceptions, but – baby steps. Not time for advanced tactics. “Not just on the lips.”

“Of course not,” Master agrees, rather petulant, like he thinks his time is being wasted. Obi can’t help the flicker of annoyance that runs through him. “The neck is nice too. Hands. Shoulders, even.” He looks like he’d rather than self-immolate to admit it.

“Don’t forget ears,” Obi reminds him, voice dipping into a sing-song. “Ankles. Knees. Thighs. Breasts –”

“Obi!” he yelps, scandalized. “You can’t just – a lady –”

“Has breasts, and if you’re doing things right, wants you to touch them.” He turns his grin to Sir, who, far from being appalled by his impropriety, seems intrigued. “Or kiss them, or lick them, or su –”

Master nearly chokes. “I think that’s – that’s quite enough –”

“Oh, but Master,” he purrs, warming to the topic, “we’ve hardly started talking about touching. Some women don’t care for their breasts, but I’ve hardly met a one that doesn’t like it when you squeeze a thigh, and when you go for what’s between them –”

“Obi,” Master grits out, “I doubt that Shirayuki would care for such a thing.”

He should have been more careful; he’s flown a little to close to the sun, and now that her name has been invoked it’s almost like she’s there in front of him, beneath him, wrapped around him. He can see the arch of her back, feel the way her legs clench around his hips, and – and it’s terrible how vivid it is, for a thing that will never happen.

“I’m sure she would,” he drawls, smug smirk firmly affixed. He tries not to think of how he knows; how every time he uses her hips to steady her, or taps on them with a palm to move her aside when he reaches up tall shelves for her she lets out a huff a breath, reminds him that the skin there might be sensitive, might be a weakness.

Obi slouches confidently in his chair, widening the set of his legs. He’s started this game, and he has no intention of losing no matter how personal it gets.

“And when she’s ready for you there,” he says, pushing down the vivid painting of her splayed before him, flushed and soft with wanting. “She’ll blossom like a flower.”

“A flower?” Master scoffs, but his derision is drowned out but Sir’s, “And that is when she is ready for, uh, love making?”

He will have to tease Miss Kiki with how eager her soon-to-be-fiancé is to learn. She’ll be pleased with that, at least.

“Oh no.” Obi lets a grin slowly unfurl over his lips. “No, you’re only getting started. You have to part her petals –”

His detailed memory betrays him, makes his imagination speculate about how tight she would feel around two of his fingers, arching into his touch; the image is so vivid in his mind’s eye that he feels a ghostly flutter around his fingertips, the phantom of a moment that has never been.

“– And drink the nectar,” he chokes out hoarsely, shutting his eyes against the thought, but his ears ring with her moans. He needs – he has to –

“You mean put your mouth…there?” Zen recoils, eyes wide. “That doesn’t seem…sanitary.”

There does not seem to be a single mote of agreement on Sir’s flushed face, but he remains silent, save for the way his throat clicks drying as he swallows.

“Well, Master,” he says, a little more bitterly than he means. “If you want her mouth around your cock, you should return the favor, shouldn’t you?”

That brings Sir back to himself. “Obi!”

Master gapes. “I never – I would never –”

“Anyway!” Obi leapt up from his seat. “Someone has to let Ulkir know. And since you’ve already given your advice, Master…”

He bows with a flourish, scurrying away to – to not here, that is for certain – but he is stopped but Sir’s soft, “Wait.”

Obi turns back, afraid to see Master’s disapproving expression, but it is only Sir who is looking at him. Or rather, very pointedly not looking at him.

“How do you –?” Sir hesitates, large hands squeezing into fists beside him. “How do you know she’s ready?”

A quip’s the tip of his tongue, ready to banish this awkward air, but Obi sees how Sir shifts, how truly concerned he is.

He lays a hand on the broad wing of Sir’s shoulder. “Don’t worry,” he promises, “you’ll know. You do it right and even Miss Kiki will seem as easy to read as her own hand.”

When Kai Ulkir at last is allowed to rest on his wedding night, it is with the knowledge he has done a good and thorough job.

Obi, for his part, stares up at his ceiling and wishes he could will himself to forget.

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Kai Ulkir and Shiira Eigan. The palace guards! I was in the mood for making gifs and realized there aren’t enough of these two!

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Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 fics (or however many you have altogether) see if there are any patterns. Then, tag some of your fave authors.

I was tagged by @onoheiwa. Some of these you can find here under my bubblesattemptstoanswerprompts tag, some of them are on AO3.

I’m gunna go down my current prompt list and then switch over to AO3. All Obiyuki.

I tag @jaygirl987, @ruleofexception, @akai-vampire, @kaedix and @claudeng80

1. Sneak Peak (Watchtower-verse)

Finding evidence of someone approaching him while he was unconscious would normally be cause for concern.

2. drunk!Shirayuki (Melt-verse)

Twenty three meetings had been held with them sitting in attendance. 

3. Post Ch 86 Speculation

She heard that he arrived sometime in the middle of the night, alone, three days ago and had disappeared inside the fortress with only a broad wave and a too large smile.

4. Nightmares

Shirayuki has never had issues falling asleep.

5. Snuggletime (Mountain Lion AU)

The fire is low, the hours reducing the flames to a mere glow and allowing the forest to take them into a gentle, dark embrace. 

6. Confession (Mountain Lion AU)

She knows that Obi is faster than her, but she is more stubborn.

7. Realization (Mountain Lion AU)

They say the past will come back to haunt you.

8. Primo (Ballet AU)

“Ahh,” Obi sighs, circling her for the tenth time, the stick tapping impatiently against his thigh.

9. Super Angsty Porn (alt-Ever After, Watchtower-verse)

He is in hell.

10. Secrets

When Kai Ulkir takes a tumble from the battlements, it takes nearly half a day to stabilize him.

11. Rise (Ballet AU)

Studio B was normally sweltering, filled with the stench of sweat and desperation, but in the absence of a multitude of strained bodies, it is freezing and hollow. 

12. Kinks (Ballet AU)

“Lower.”

13. Should’ve Gone to WholeFoods (Bakery AU)

The wheels of the buggy clatter as he pushes the cart through the sliding glass doors and into the cool air conditioning of the Food Mart right down the road from his apartment.

14. BB Obiyuki Angst (Watchtower-verse)

He’s dizzy. Every part of his body hurts with each step he takes towards nowhere, every breath of air burning in his chest. 

15. Epilogue - Ever After (Watchtower-verse)

The days grow longer, the temperature rises, and with the snowmelt comes the news of the death of the second Princess of Clarines.

16. Chapter 14 - Ever After (Watchtower-verse)

Shirayuki pushes open the door to the cabin as gently as she can, attempting to circumvent the horrible shriek of the hinges, and wincing when her efforts prove in vain.

17. Chapter 13 - Ever After (Watchtower-verse)

Wind echoes hollowly through the frozen, empty streets of the village.

18. Chapter 12 - Ever After (Watchtower-verse)

The border between Sama and Tanbarun is much like its sister in Clarines: a frozen river opening up to a desolate landscape, nothing protecting the outskirts of either nation except endless a sense of desolation and the promise of war if crossed unjustifiably.

19. Chapter 11 - Ever After (Watchtower-verse)

It’s late when they stroll back towards the inn, feet crunching in newly laid snow and a companionable silence resting between the two of them. 

20. Die, Ana, Die (Ballet AU)

Pink tulle and pigtails run underfoot with a squeal and Shirayuki just barely avoids stumbling over when she is steadied by a firm hand as petite as her own.