#oli pastel

[paulcamell713]

HELLBOY - Tribute by PaulCamell713

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HELLBOY - Tribute by PaulCamell713

[bringouturdeath]

[yohancharmani]

Hola, este es mi primer post, espero que les guste 🫶🏼. Esta es mi primera primera pintura, se nota, ¿verdad? Me falló la cinta pero eso no me detuvo, ahora llevo una que otra pero es poco a poco, no? Les estaré actualizando como lo voy haciendo cada... un mes supongo jaja o tal vez cada semana

[ollisykes]

BRING ME THE HORIZON : HAPPY SONG

[corroded-hellfire]

Continuing on with my baby fever I came across videos of parents "laying" (softly hovering) on their babies lap to see their reaction. Some babies are gentle with one parent and push of the other parent. But I wanna see how Eliza would react to the entire Munson family doing this. Thank you!

Baby fever you say? 👀 Step into my office…

Honestly, looking up reference videos for this fic was the most heart melting thing ever and I thank you for bringing that into my life. I hope I have done this justice for you!

Words: 3.1k

[As You Wish masterlist]

“Ugh,” Luke groans as he flops down on the floor of Eliza’s nursery. The Minnie Mouse shirt and pair of toddler jeans he’s holding smack him in the face as his dramatics bring him down.

Eliza sits on her miniature butterfly couch and watches her brother, face stoic as the two-year-old is used to the theatrics he’s inherited from their father. 

“What is taking so long?” Ryan strolls into the room and leans against the door jamb. He crosses his arms over his chest and arches an eyebrow as he clocks his brother on the ground. 

Flinging the articles of clothing behind him, Luke huffs and turns his head to meet Ryan’s questioning look.

“Every outfit I pick out she doesn’t like!”

Heaving a loud sigh, Ryan saunters over to the closet tucked into the corner of the pink room. Curious as to what he’s doing, Eliza cranes her neck in an attempt to see past her oldest brother. Try as she might though, she doesn’t have x-ray vision and has to wait for Ryan to turn around to see the black and white striped dress and pastel green sweater.

“Eh?” Ryan raises his eyebrows as he holds the items out towards the toddler.

Keeping her chin high, little Eliza looks over the proposed outfit before nodding her affirmation once. 

“What?” Luke shouts as he bolts upright. “The Minnie Mouse shirt is way better!”

Ryan throws a smirk over his shoulder at his younger brother as he helps Eliza get changed into the winning look of the day. 

“She must love me more.”

“Uh, no,” Eliza hums as her head pops free from the confines of the dress. “Better clothes.”

Luke cackles with laughter, arms crossing against his stomach as he falls on his back once more.

“Oh, that’s too good! Please, we all know I’m her favorite,” Luke says.  

At only two-years-old Eliza is already used to her brothers competing in almost every aspect of life. She rolls her doe brown eyes and allows Ryan to help her into the green sweater before leaving the two boys alone in her room. 

“I seem to recall us having this argument before and Grandpa somehow coming out the winner,” Ryan says, following the little girl’s lead and heading towards the door. 

“Well,” Luke says, stretching out the word as he scrambles to push himself up into a standing position, “then this time we don’t allow him to be part of our bet.”

The older Munson brother shakes his head in amusement as he walks out into the hall and to the right, towards the rest of the house. Luke is right behind him though, practically nipping at his heels as he waits for some kind of response. 

“What bet?” Ryan asks, stepping into the kitchen.

“Yeah, what bet?” Eddie echoes, eyeing his two sons over his “#1 Dad” coffee mug where he leans against the counter. 

“Seeing who Eliza’s favorite is. And not Grandpa this time,” Luke informs his dad as he slides into a chair at the table. 

“I believe that would be me,” you say with a proud smirk, traipsing in from the living room with an empty sippy cup. “I just turned on Rolie Polie Olie for her.” 

“No one can compete with the Rol,” Eddie jokes, giving you a playful wink and a smile. 

“She definitely loves that show more than she loves any of us,” Ryan says. He yanks the refrigerator door open and stares inside as if something new is magically going to appear before his eyes. 

“I bet I could interrupt it and she’d be okay with it,” your husband says. “And will you either grab something out of the fridge or close the damn door?”

“So, you’re saying you’re the favorite, Dad?” Luke asks, eyebrows disappearing into the curls that are getting too long for his liking. 

“Isn’t that old news?” Eddie asks with a smirk as he walks over to grab Luke’s box of Lucky Charms. 

“Everything about you is old,” Ryan says.

The joke has your hand slipping, causing the apple juice you were refilling Eliza’s sippy cup with to spill all over the counter. Avoiding Eddie’s eyes, you try to hide your snort of laughter as you grab a towel to mop up the mess. Once the sippy cup is successfully filled up, you turn back towards the living room—Eddie’s eyes still firmly burning your back—and go to give your daughter her drink. 

“Didn’t we already do this? I feel like we played this game before,” you say. “Eliza picked Wayne over all of us.”

Eddie shrugs and takes another sip of his coffee. “No beating the old man. The actual old man.” Eddie narrows his eyes at Ryan, who just chuckles in return. 

“No,” Luke says. He shakes his head as he lets the marshmallow cereal fall into his bowl. “We have to know who her favorite in the house is.” 

“Any ideas?” Ryan asks, plopping down in the seat across the table from his little brother. 

“Hmm,” Luke hums as he chews on a bite of his breakfast. “I’ll brainstorm at school today.”

In the end, it’s you who comes up with the idea that sets the competition into motion. Once Eddie heads out to work and the boys to school, you realize how much you’re able to get done around the house because Eliza is thoroughly hypnotized by her favorite show. It’s not until the hour of Rolie Polie Olie is done that Eliza is running around the house, wanting to play with every toy under the roof. 

After dinner that night, and once Eliza is in bed, you bring your idea up to the boys.

“So, like, we take turns? One person a day?” Luke asks.

You nod in confirmation.

“Right. Because if we all did it one after the other on the same day, she’d get cranky and it wouldn’t be fair for whoever goes last.”

“What, we like, pick straws?” Ryan asks. “Then someone goes Tuesday, then Wednesday...?”

“I’m game,” Eddie says. He lifts one flannel-clad arm and rests it behind you on the couch, giving you the perfect opportunity to snuggle into his side. 

“So…” Luke muses as he walks over to the couch and takes a seat next to you, on the opposite side of Eddie. “We just put our heads in her lap like this?” The younger Munson boy demonstrates by laying his curly head on your thighs, staring up at you with wide blue eyes. 

“Exactly,” you say, reaching down to boop the tip of his nose. “See if she cuddles you or pushes you off. And then we’ll see who she has the best reaction to.”

“I like it,” Ryan says.

“Me too,” Luke agrees. “Ryan, go get straws. Cut one short!”

With an irritated eye roll, Ryan does as his little brother says, feet shuffling along the carpet as he goes. 

The plan springs into action the next day. According to the laws of the straws, Ryan was up first. Followed by Luke, you, and then Eddie rounds it out. 

Tuesday morning starts off like every other weekday, everyone running through their routines to get ready for whatever lies ahead for them that day. Once Eliza is dressed in her purple long sleeve shirt, pink overalls, and her morning apple juice is finished, it’s time for the games to begin. 

You, Eddie, and Luke watch as inconspicuously as you can from the kitchen entryway as Ryan approaches the couch. Your daughter’s eyes never leave the little yellow robots, even as her oldest brother kneels on the dusty-brown cushion next to her and keeps scooting closer. 

Eliza’s leaning back, her legs out straight in front of her, and Ryan takes advantage of the open space to lay his head right down on her little knees. The two-year-old just seems confused at first. She looks down at Ryan, back up to Rolie, down to Ryan, up to Rolie, then back down to Ryan again. After staring down at her big brother for a little while, Eliza reaches for his head and begins to card her tiny fingers through his golden-brown locks. Her hands continue the movements even as she turns her attention back to the television screen. Ryan can’t help but smile; it actually feels really nice. She keeps up the motions until there’s a commercial. Then Ryan rolls on his back to look up at her and she giggles down at him in return, not sure what he’s doing, but happy to have his attention. 

“Do you want me to stay?” Ryan asks.

Instead of answering verbally, Eliza wraps her arms around her big brother’s neck and settles back against the cushions. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Ryan says with a chuckle, before adding under his breath, “and as a win.”

Wednesday, it’s Luke’s turn. Once Eliza’s got her favorite show on and a cup of apple juice in her, he makes his move. It’s clear from the moment Luke’s head hits her lap that Eliza is in a feistier mood today. Whether she woke up like that or Luke brings it out of her is anyone’s guess. 

“Ow,” Luke groans as two small hands beat down on the side of his head as if it’s a drum. The boy winces, face scrunching up, but as you watch him alongside Eddie and Ryan from around the corner, you can tell Luke is trying to stick it out and see if he can somehow salvage a win. There’s a brief glimmer of hope when Eliza stops percussing on her brother’s head. However, it’s short-lived. 

Short, stubby fingers make their way up to Luke’s curls and the youngest Munson boy breathes a sigh of relief, seeing as how gentle the toddler was with Ryan’s hair the day before. The problem, they discover, is that since Luke’s curls are far tighter than his older brother’s, Eliza’s fingers quickly get caught in them. 

“Oh, please no,” Luke murmurs, but it’s too late.

Eliza tries to yank her hands free, frustrated that her fingers can’t run smoothly through his locks like she did for their eldest sibling. She pulls Luke’s hair while letting out her own whine.

“Ouch! Why are you whining? I’m the one who’s about to be bald!”

Next to you, Eddie lets out a snort of laughter. 

“Bald?” Eddie says. “Wayne? That you?”

Giving a roll of your eyes, you gently swat at his stomach. Luke also hears his dad’s remark and gives him a glare from the couch as he tries to wrestle himself free from the toddler’s grip. 

Finally, Eliza is able to slip her hands free from the rat’s nest that’s become of Luke’s hair—thanks to her. She’s thoroughly annoyed now and grumbles a few low groans, giving up on words completely. If she were old enough to know swear words, she’d definitely be using those.

Luke breathes a sigh of relief and raises a hand to rub at his sore scalp. Before he can make contact though, both of Eliza’s hands splay flat on the back of his skull and she gives a hard shove. The implication is clear: get off my lap.

Not willing to risk any more of her tiny wrath, Luke rolls off her and off the couch altogether. He lands with a thud on the carpet and gets the chance to rub at his head at last. His eyes narrow as he looks up at Eliza, who is no longer paying him any mind. She’s immersed in Rolie Polie Olie once again, the rest of the world forgotten. 

Your youngest son pushes himself to his feet with a huff. He shuffles back towards the kitchen, back towards the rest of you.

“I don’t wanna hear it,” he mumbles as he passes, heading straight for the fridge. 

To Eddie and Ryan’s credit, they do both stay silent as the three of you turn to watch Luke yank a Yoo-Hoo out of the refrigerator and pop the top. He chugs down half the bottle before wiping his mouth off on the back of his hand. 

“Ugh,” Luke says with a sigh as he heads toward the hallway. “It’s not even 8 am yet.”

With both of the boys’ attempts out of the way, you’re up. You debate going in straight for the lap when you give her the purple sippy cup of apple juice, but something tells you that you’d end up with a wet and sticky face though. Instead, you wait until most of the beverage is gone and she’s let the bottle roll out of her hand onto the cushion next to her. 

“Good luck, babe,” Eddie says, giving your ass a pat before you walk out into the living room. 

As soon as your knee touches the couch, the television show your daughter is so transfixed on goes to commercial. She turns her head to look at you, large brown eyes sparkling with curiosity. 

You freeze, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. It’s odd to be struck still and silent by your two-year-old, but here you are. Rolie Polie Olie being on a commercial break could either make or break this for you. 

“Mama!” Eliza chirps.

A breath loses from your chest, and you give her a grin as you move to lay your head on her little legs. The moment your body makes contact with hers, Eliza’s arms encircle you as much as they possibly can, and she leans down to rest her head against yours. Her cheek smooshes against yours, her chin bumping into the corner of your eye. 

Warmth floods through you, your heart growing three sizes as she lays all her body weight against yours.

“Hold on,” you hear Luke mutter from the kitchen, “wait to see what happens when the show comes back.”

There are only about forty-five seconds until just that happens. 

Eliza’s skin brushes against your cheek as she adjusts her head to get a better view of the television, but otherwise stays where she is. In fact, it feels as if she cuddles into you even further as she settles in to watch her favorite show. 

“Oh, come on,” you hear Luke complain. The twelve-year-old is clearly not happy that he is losing this competition so far. It’s not as if Eliza could be bribed, though. Luckily, toddlers haven’t been corrupted by life yet. 

Luke walks into the room and stands at the side of the couch, hands resting on his hips. 

“Comfy, are we?” he asks. 

It’s evident your daughter is quite cozy as she doesn’t look up at her brother or move for the rest of the episode. 

“All right,” Eddie says, rubbing his hands together. “Saved the best for last.”

“Debatable,” Ryan says as he chomps on a granola bar. 

Your husband flicks Ryan’s black-rimmed glasses so they slide down his nose. With a huff that sounds far more sophisticated than one coming from a fourteen-year-old, your son shakes it off. 

“Ready?” you ask, slipping your arms around Eddie’s waist. 

“Always up for snuggles with my girls.” 

A wet, smacking kiss is placed on your cheek, and you let out a soft giggle.

“Gross,” Luke groans.

“I know you are, but what am I?” Eddie taunts, proving he’s as mature as his adolescent sons. 

You let your arms drop from around his middle and you cup Eddie’s cheeks. 

“Go get her,” you say.

He pecks your lips before heading out into the living room.

Eliza is as entranced as always in her cartoon and Eddie takes advantage of that by silently sidling up to her. She doesn’t even realize he’s there until the couch dips next to her and her empty sippy cup rolls until it meets Eddie’s jean-clad knee.  

He moves the cup aside and slowly lowers himself until he’s able to rest his head in his daughter’s lap. 

At first, it’s as if Eliza doesn’t even notice. She’s watching her show, letting her dad just lay down on her. But after a few seconds, her stare breaks from the television and her brown eyes meet matching larger ones. Her head tilts to the side, inspecting him, and her curls bob with the motion. Eddie smiles up at her and a slow grin grows on her face in return. 

One of Eliza’s tiny hands splays across Eddie’s forehead, some of his bangs getting pushed to the side, and some getting caught under her warm palm. Her other hand lands on his chin, delicate fingers curving around his jaw and rubbing against some stubble. 

Eliza stays like that, looking down at her father, not moving. It takes everything in Eddie not to laugh as he just stares back at the inquisitive little face that reminds him so much of you. 

Quickly, Eliza leans in and presses a kiss to the tip of Eddie’s nose. Gone is his urge to laugh, replaced by the most adoring grin as he revels in her affection. He’s about to thank her for the kiss when she leans in to do it again. This time, however, her mouth is open, and she ends up enveloping his nose in her small mouth.

There’s no way Eddie can hold in his laughter this time as he feels her drool dribble up his nose onto his face. The giddiness is infectious because Eliza pulls her mouth off only to begin laughing alongside of him. 

“You might just be as weird as I am,” he tells her, which makes her laugh even harder. 

That night at dinner, the results are discussed.

“So, who wins?” Ryan asks as he spears some green beans with his fork.

“Not me,” Luke grumbles, slouching down in his chair. 

“Oh, relax,” Eddie says, reaching over and clapping the younger boy on the shoulder. “It’s not like this was scored or anything.”

Luke drops his fork onto the plate with a clang and raises his hands up in front of him.

“My hair ruined it for me! That’s not fair!”

“You know, she can talk now,” you point out, looking at Eliza happily eating in her highchair next to you.

“Good point,” Ryan says. He clears his throat and leans across the table towards her. “Eliza, which of us is your favorite?”

The little girl pops a grape in her mouth and chews, looking like she’s thoughtfully thinking over the question.

“Me,” she finally says.

“No,” Luke says with a shake of his head. “Which of us?” He emphasizes his point by gesturing to the four of you around the table. 

Eliza nods her head once, with finality. “Me.”

Eddie huffs a laugh and shrugs his shoulders.

“Her Majesty has spoken.”

“I don’t think it counts,” Luke laments, looking back down to his plate.

“Yeah, her vote doesn’t count,” Ryan agrees.

You and Eddie share a look of amusement across the table. With these three around, life will never be boring.

[blueishspace]

Multiverse Library: Mumbo, Scar and Grian.

The trio:

As Fluff, Hurt/comfort and Angst respectively they are commonly put together as the main tone gods while Martyn (Humour) and Oli (Crack) are kept more in the backround.

Can work alone and often do but excel when together to make angst with a happy ending.

Unlike other multiverse library deities they don't have distinct library sections are their domains are much bigger.

The most powerful when working on character driven universes but have to work extra for more worldbuilding based stories.

All have a dark form when working on darker universes, doesn't change their personality, just their form.

Mumbo, deity of Fluff and chain of hearts.

Sceptre cointains pure uncontaminated love and color depends on the type... Sometimes it cracks and when that happens bad stuff soon follows.

Smells of sugar and spice cause he's everything nice.

Actually doesn't really like pink or cream but when he gets a new outfit it starts to fade into pastels so he has just given up changing it.

Cape is actually a waterfall of Steven Universe style pink healing water.

In his Dark Fluff form usually works on possessive/obsessive fluff which is where the chain of hearts title comes from.

Grian, deity of Angst and Sadist Watcher.

Ever seen your blorbo put trough the horrors? Perhaps tortured either mentally or phisically? That's him!

Behind the incredible amount of Grian angst.

Cloak doesn't do anything, Grian just thinks it looks cool and mysterious. Cloak is also made of nightmares so it is not a good idea for a mortal to touch him.

He and Oli share one thing and that is a love of misunderstandings and mistakes born from lack of knowledge.

Fan of Tragic characters who'se downfall is their faul but also tragic characters who couldn't have done anything to prevent it...just likes tragic characters I guess.

Average Fanfiction writer if they were a god with control over multiple universes.

Doesn't change too much in his dark form, just increases the severity of his domain. He watches without helping, that's where his secondary title comes from.

Scar, deity of Hurt/Confort and Toxic Rose.

The oldest and arguably the most powerful of the three as the embodyiment of a much more vast domain. Also the goofiest of the three.

Mood shifts aren't uncommon and neither are long periods of either high energy or low energy.

After Secret Life happened in the main timeline he adopted his mortal counterpart's outfit and has stuck with it since.

When working with Oli often ends up creating "crack treated seriously" types of universes.

In his darker form often works with unhealthy relationships of all kind which is why he's also called the toxic rose.

Is brothers with cub (who will be introduced at a later date).

[m4ke4n4lter]

Can you make a nonverbal human cat hybrid boy altwr please? (pref if hes a little)

⋆˚࿔ (names) intro 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ basics ! ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚

જ⁀➴oliver/oli જ⁀➴he/him, they/them, cute/cutes, little/littles, cat/cats, kitten/kittens, meow/meows, mew/mews, purr/purrs, mute/mutes જ⁀➴5 જ⁀➴masc, catgender, kittengender જ⁀➴human cat hybrid!! જ⁀➴aroace bi maa જ⁀➴transsweet, transcute, transharmed, transkawaii, transpastel

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ sys info ! ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚

જ⁀➴little જ⁀➴pastel/cats/cute things inspo જ⁀➴depends !

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ other ! ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚

જ⁀➴cutecore (no gore ver), pastelcore, angelcore જ⁀➴cute things, kitty toys, baby things, pastels, being treated like a little kid, nice people, candies, cakes, fish, toys, juice ✔ જ⁀➴rude people, sour things, vegies

(extra: they wear the hat but their ears are underneath!!)

[megabuild]

Scott mega build if I ask nicely will you elaborate on the implications of your pastel Ethubs fan child being oli

ethubs fanchild skin is based directly off my appearance irl + i want oli carnally and selfship with him as a joke = scary

[revenantlore]

Summerfest Ask Game Magnolia: Talk about one of your favorite side-characters.

(via @wintherlywords)

been working on Press Start lately, so I’ll answer this for Ziggy.

Ziggy is pastels and rainbows, guitar strings and sequins, rollerblades and fishnets.

She wants nothing more in life than to live and breathe music, a passion she’s had since childhood when she would go on long night drives with her father just to listen to the radio together. He bought her her first album, her first guitar, and encouraged her to get her first job at the local record store.

Only makes sense then for her to talk her best friend, Lex, and their roommate Oliver, into starting a grunge band in Oli’s grandma’s basement, with the hopes of someday making it big.

I love her. Best lady. One of few people who can talk Rem into behaving

[from this ask game]

[poisonheartfrog]

The sculk crawling across Shelby’s skin itches under the pastel gauze of her party dress. The spell may have hidden it from view, but she can still feel its every pulse. It writhes with a mind of its own. Combined with the buzz from Sausage's mojitos, she feels more than a little sick. At least the rum and lime covers up the taste of dank cave and rot in her mouth.

Fwhip and Oli chatter on either side of her, but she can barely pay attention to the words. The creeping infection speaks to her in a language of vibration. It calls to her to forget, to let it be a balm to cover up the pain. 

It can take away that shame that seethes in her heart, where every disappointed word from the Witch’s Academy, every failed spell, and every doubt lives.

She just has to give in.

Shelby clutches her glass a little tighter and paints on a smile.

She can feel the sculk squirm when Pix dies. 

*****

Katherine clears the long table, toned arms moving quickly from place setting to place setting. The glasses and plates gently clink together as she stacks them with the same precision Shelby has seen her use to separate monsters from their heads. 

Katherine is as kind as she always is, and her laugh is strawberries and spun sugar. She greets Shelby with a warm smile and Shelby replies with a blush.

Shelby wants to be close to her, to soak up her presence like sunshine. If her body were her own, Shelby would invite Katherine to visit her in the Evermoore, where they would stargaze under a velvet sky, or sit by the slow moving river and talk for hours.

But the sculk keeps burrowing into her skin. The itching turns to burning.

So Shelby begs for a cure, then lashes out with words that she doesn’t mean. Katherine winces and steps back, suddenly closed off. Shelby’s regret comes too late to make any difference.

Her shame seethes even more. 

*****

The sculk contains a galaxy, thousands of shadowy stars blinking in the dark. Every point is an opportunity. A promise that her thoughts will stop swirling and her mind will be at peace.

The itch is so strong now that she’s not sure she exists outside of it.

The catalyst sinks into the swirling fog at the heart of the Evermoore like it was always meant to be there.

Oli wanders in, like a lamb through an open slaughterhouse door. Killing him is almost too easy.

The sculk soaks up his blood and begins to bubble. It boils over and spreads, flowing through the mist and pooling around Shelby’s feet.

Tendrils lick up her legs and meet the veins already entwined around her. Shelby can hardly tell where she ends and the sculk begins, and a universe in shades of teal darkness is spread out before her.

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

Sweet Music Playing In The Dark (Be Still, My Foolish Heart) [ Part Three ]

[ Part 1 ] [ Part 2 ]

A little bit of Buckingham backstory in this little au.

They met in highschool. Were an oddball set of friends. And they graduated and Chrissy moved away. But by chance, both of them ending up in the music scene.

Robin was always releasing weird random differently styled songs. Always keeping her fans on their toes. She's still a polyglot so she likes to write and and sing songs in the languages she learns too. Sometimes the whole song, sometimes just parts but she likes throwing it in there. Always puts translations in her little album covers.

Chrissy is more poppy. She likes catchy beats and fun music videos. She writes her own stuff and has a beautiful breathy singing voice. Is always covered in glitter. And is always in pastels. Robin is mostly in punky goth vibes.

They bump into each other at some award show afterparty and just... fall in love. And then they form a band. And that's that. Their fans go crazy when they announce it.

They both keep their respective vibes. Call their band Cottoncandy Poison. And they sell out their first tour in a week.

Steve and Eddie are both so proud of them. They're like their opposites in their pairings and they fell in love. Eddie and Steve were in the wedding. Steve was Robin's best man, in a beautiful deep orange velvet tux. Eddie was Chrissy's maid of honor, he worn a very cute pastel dress that she picked out for him. His tattoos clashing gorgeously with it.

The girls so so happy to have their boys with them. And then their boys become friends and they love it. Are secretly rooting for them to get together, even before the break ups. They'd never admit that. Bad karma and all that.

But the boys are friends now, and they're single, but they've been dancing around each other. Eddie had told Chrissy he was giving Steve time to heal his broken heart. Chrissy told him he could help Steve heal it faster. He'd just blushed and shaken his head.

But anyway, Eddie and Steve both like visiting their girls in their studio. They never plan their visits together but they do end up being there together a lot. Just shooting the shit.

Eddie comes in one day, Robin's singing in a language he doesn't know. He just raises his hand, waving through the window. Both girls wave back. Robin cuts the track. Eddie pushes the button so they can talk.

"Hey Buckster! And... Ham...ster? Not sure about that." He mutters, Chrissy perks up though, laughing.

"No i love it! Hamsters are so cute!"

"Alright then. Hamster it is! What was that track. Sounded spooky." He wiggles his eyebrows. Robin perks up then, snaps her fingers at him and beckons him into the room.

"What's up?" He asks as soon as he's next to her. She plops a pair of headphones onto his head. Tells him to listen. Tell her what it's missing.

She goes through it again. Sings back through. Eddie loves it. Doesn't understand the words, but the vibe and the sound of it gives him goosebumps. When she's done she looks at him as they take their headphones off. Eddie's about to tell her that he loves it when she says,

"Can you teach me how to scream?" And Eddie just smiles, tells her it would be his pleasure.

So he does. Talks her through it. Lets her touch his throat when he screams a few things so she can feel what he's doing. He doesn't want her to fuck up her vocal cords like he'd done when he first started out. She learns fast. Doesn't go too hard. Just kinda of growls a few words. And Eddie is stoked and proud of her.

She's growling things in russian, Eddie and Chrissy both smiling and nodding along as she does another take. Chrissy toning in with a cool breathy whisper type thing. Them singing together and meshing vocals always giving him chills.

And then Steve walks in, like three hours later and Robin yells,

"Steeevvveee!!! Eddie taught me how to scream, listen listen listen!!" And she goes through it again. Eddie still nodding, his nose crinkling as she screams, feeling it in his chest. He can see Steve beaming through the glass, his head nodding as well. When she stops, Steve pushes the button and says,

"Robs that was wicked!"

And she says she knows. And then promptly asks Eddie to do a verse for the song since he helped her get it right. He isn't sure. But all three of them convince him too. So she writes a translation for him. He does his verse in english.

And it's the coolest song. Steve watches them reord and it, smiling the whole time. His eyes crinkling all cute. He gives Eddie an adorable double thumbs up through the glass when they finish it and Eddie feels his heart flutter. Steve's smile softens a little and his cheeks tint pink as he finally looks away.

They all stay at Robin and Chrissy's that night, Steve and Eddie making the girls dinner, dancing around each other in the kitchen as the girls sit in the other room, snickering. And plotting. And planning.

They will get these boys together. No matter what it takes.

[madneocity-universe]

I can't let go of your heart: Hua Choi & Theo Yang

Aviso de conteúdo sensível: love bombing, choro, traição, uma ou duas menções de relações sexuais e amassos e luto de término. Mas claro, tudo muito cômico e algumas coisas podem e devem mudar no futuro. Favor não tumultuarem o post.

Depois.

Será que se ela, de repente, passasse pela sala correndo com aquela tesoura na mão, ia conseguir tempo suficiente pra se trancar no banheiro social? Se ela tivesse sorte de tropeçar e não cair e acabar se perfurando no processo, por causa da visão borrada pelas lágrimas que derramou o fim de semana todo, ela bem que conseguiria, certo? Ela só precisava chegar no último degrau da escada, bem devagar e sem alertar seus pais sentados no sofá e de costas pra ela…

— Hua Choi, você NÃO VAI cortar seu cabelo por causa de um garoto! Você tá doida?

E não ter uma mãe vidente e senciente em casa, claro. Se não tivesse, certeza que ia conseguir cortar mais sua franja e poder descontar em seu cabelo toda a tristeza que ela sente no peito.

Mas não ia ser hoje.

Antes.

Ela se lembra bem do convite animado que recebeu de Alice e Andrômeda Moreau para comparecer no sweet sixteen das duas em uma festa belíssima num castelo antigo nos arredores de Mônaco, e se lembra também de ter respondido super alegre que adoraria vestir um vestido bonito e exibir seu piercing novo e estaria lá na companhia dos irmãos e melhor amiga. Ela tinha se preparado por meses, feito os presentes ela mesma, e chegado naquele lugar com toda confiança que lhe cabia, até perder toda a euforia e achar tudo opressor demais.

Não era pelos convidados, porque todos lhe trataram muito bem até ela seguir caminho pra varanda e se esconder de todo mundo, e definitivamente não foi pelo ambiente, porque ela adorou aquele sentimento de estar em um sonho cheio de velas e docinhos confeitados e fadinhas elogiando Deus e o mundo e achando seu piercing na boca a coisa mais legal do mundo. Aquilo vinha de dentro, e a deixou tão ansiosa que mesmo lá fora e cercada de ar por toda parte, se sentiu sufocada e prestes a cair dura no chão sem nada de oxigênio em seu corpo.

Não ia fazer Mulan ficar plantada ao seu lado introduzindo todas aquelas pessoas, porque sabia que sua irmã mais velha tinha mais o que fazer com os amigos, o que se aplicava a Marie também e o tempo que a mesma queria passar com um dos padrinhos e ser mimada pela sua rodinha monegasca/francesa antes do verão europeu. A ela restava um bico desse tamanho e pensamentos de encorajamento que nem chegavam em seu cérebro, que dirá seu coração acelerado, sentada naquele lugarzinho esquecido por todos.

O que não era bem o caso de Theo Yang, que estava se sentindo corajoso até demais com a língua dentro da boca de Alice Moreau, depois de dizer que o presente dela consistia em ela sentar em seu colo e deixar ele encher a mão em sua bunda, no primeiro quarto desocupado que tinham achado pela frente. Tinha sido longo, tinha sido ótimo, deixou os dois borrados de batom até o momento que tiveram que descer e voltar pra festa. E ele até podia aquietar o rabo e se contentar em analisar todas as saias médias e curtas que passavam por ele naquele salão, enquanto tomava o lugar ao lado de Oli e o ouvia tagarelar sem parar com Andrômeda sobre assuntos que só os dois entendiam, consciente que ia ser deselegante da parte dele terminar de passar o rodo naquela festa, até ver um pontinho azul pastel na varanda.

Daquela distância, ele achava que conhecia aquela garota, talvez das idas e vindas na casa de sua tia Harumi na Ásia ou então de outros aniversários que ele mesmo frequentou nos últimos dezesseis anos, mas principalmente por todas as vezes que já ouviu seu primo falar sobre ela com seus irmãos. As mesmas vezes que Theo esteve totalmente desinteressado e ainda tirando com a cara de Seo sobre o quão brega era ele ter crush na irmã de uma de suas amigas, mas só até ele perceber que podia muito bem se aproximar de Hua Choi e contar aquele segredo pra ela.

Como quem não queria nada, um passo de cada vez, as mãos penduradas nos bolsos da calça social na postura mais relaxada possível, porque ele não queria mesmo nada sério com aquilo. Ia dizer pra ela que Seo tinha passado uns cinco feriados em família sem calar a boca, então esperar pra ver no que dava, antes de sumir de fininho e criar todo um cenário pros pais sobre como ele JAMAIS seria capaz de uma vigarice dessas.

Mas isso foi antes, antes dele descobrir que… Ela até que era bonita. Eu meio que entendo você, agora.

— Legal sua tatuagem de dragão no pulso. Posso ver mais de perto?

Ele não esperava Choi congelando do nada, e muito menos a maneira robótica que a garota mais baixa ergueu o braço na direção dele, como se estivesse recebendo uma ordem, mas já que estavam ali, tomou o cuidado de tomar a mão dela na sua, analisando o desenho se movendo pelo braço dela de forma fluida. Quase desesperada.

— Não parece uma tatuagem…

— É porque não é. Tá mais pra uma marca de nascença, da minha mãe… Na verdade, minha mãe passou ela pra mim e meus irmãos. Porque é assim que marcas de nascença funcionam… — Pelo amor de Deus, por que ela não consegue calar a porra da boca? Do jeito que seu dragão se move, Mulan e Yeong e qualquer cidadão de Lijiang por perto saberia que ela estava prestes a ter um derrame, e nem era pelo garoto super alto e super bonito segurando seu braço, mas sim a situação. Ela vai desmaiar se precisar ficar ali mais um minuto. — Eu… Eu…

— Parece estar precisando de espaço e companhia. — E ele podia muito bem ir lá dentro e chamar um parente dela, qualquer pessoa que a conhecesse de verdade e soubesse lidar com aquilo, mas uma vozinha em sua cabeça diz que ele é a pessoa perfeita pra isso. E é claro que ele acredita. — Sorte sua que eu te encontrei antes. Vou cuidar de você.

Hua não sabe como falar com Theo Yang, fez ela voltar a respirar devagar e até pensar em qualquer coisa além de seu coração acelerado, mas tudo fica tão bem que sua tatuagem de dragão no pulso some, e as únicas visíveis são as que ela já tem. E Theo não sabe como conversar e acalmar Hua Choi o deixou entretido até a festa acabar, mas fica feliz quando ela diz que ele foi gentil e amável e descobre que ama o sotaque dela quando ela fala francês, mas principalmente inglês, enquanto olha pra ele com aqueles olhos enormes e lindos.

Eles não sabem de muita coisa, mas quando Hua passa pela porta de casa e abraça sua mãe antes de ir pra cama, Mei Choi sabe de tudo, e principalmente que não pode interferir.

— Tem uma tempestade vindo por aí, Han.

Sempre que passa pela ilha pra dar um oi e atormentar Akali até ter a prima o ameaçando de morte enquanto lhe aponta dedos olhando pra cima, Theo pensa que é o dia pra contar aquele segredo para Hua Choi e ver no que dá, mas só até colocar os olhos nela na casa do lado e descobrir que ela fica mais bonita a cada fim de semana.

E que ele se sente mais atraído por ela a cada bom dia também.

— Gosto do seu estilo de menina soft com piercing e tatuagem, sabia? As meninas na Europa não são tão legais. — Comenta com ela certa vez, demorando muito os olhos no tamanho de sua saia plissada e cheia de margaridas, num contraste perfeito com as joias que ela exibe na orelha e o anel que atravessa seu lábio inferior. — E nem tão interessantes também.

Ah, Hua adora ser elogiada, mas ainda mais quando vem depois dela ter aberto a boca por mais de uma hora pra falar de como ela aprendeu a tocar harpa sozinha, está aprendendo seu quinto idioma e passou a manhã toda montando um look pra chamar a atenção de Yang, porque ela sabia que sábado era dia de visitas e tinha passado a semana toda esperando pra ver ele espreitando sua casa de novo. Essa última parte, ela não o deixa saber, mas só porque tem outras prioridades e precisa ter certeza que vão ser bem sucedidas sem ele pensar que ela é uma maluca.

— E no que você acha que eu sou melhor que as outras meninas? — Que Fei Long não permita que seus pais assistam da janela da sala ela ficando vermelha e ansiosa depois de soltar uma pataquada daquelas, mas mais uma vez, tem certeza que qualquer pessoa em Lijiang sabe que agora, ela vai ter um derrame.

Depois que Theo a puxa pela cintura e a beija, um derrame parece pouco pra quantidade de coisas acontecendo em seu corpo por dentro, e não fica melhor depois.

— Você beija melhor que as outras meninas, também.

Fica perfeito.

Na medida do possível.

Fica perfeito porque eles se falam por cartas todos os dias e é sempre ele que escreve primeiro. Fica perfeito porque ele sempre a presenteia com doces, flores e coisas fofas e simples dizendo que fizeram ele lembrar dela. Fica perfeito porque ele sempre aparece nos fins de semana com a desculpa que precisa sequestrar ela por umas horas, e que eles precisam de um tempo além dos amigos e de todo o resto. E fica perfeito porque se sente perfeito, até quando não parece tão perfeito assim.

— Como assim ele some agora durante a semana? Achei que vocês se falavam todos os dias… Tipo… Vocês não deviam se falar todos os dias? — Marie pode não ter herdado todos os neurônios da mãe, mas aquela conversa a faz se sentir quase ofendida, projetando um bico de todo tamanho ao ouvir Hua dizendo que Theo tinha lhe dado um perdido, mesmo sem dizer perdido. — Porque se vocês não estão se falando sempre… Quando é que ele te procura?

De madrugada, quase sempre, e quando ninguém escuta mais porque estão todos dormindo. Hua pensa muitos pensamentos agora, porque acha que não quer revelar pra Marie só porque Kim é muito jovem, e não porque ela, Hua Choi, anda dando na calada da noite pra um garoto que tem coragem de chamá-la de namorada mas nunca se comporta como um namorado propriamente dito. Hua pensa muitos, mas muitos pensamentos mesmo sobre como eles nunca falam desse relacionamento, porque sempre que ela tenta externalizar suas dúvidas, Theo a distrai tirando a roupa e depois descendo a boca até a calcinha dela.

Então ela não sabe como responder aquela pergunta, e nem como está se sentindo sem toda aquela atenção que tinha só pra si e agora não resta mais nada. Ela só sabe concordar e encolher os ombros, antes de enfiar um chocolate na boca e voltar toda sua atenção pra qualquer coisa que a deixa minimamente feliz.

Completa. Pra ofuscar aquele vazio horroroso e incômodo.

— O que você acha de procurar ninhos de tartaruga na praia amanhã? Eu quero ter certeza que nessa temporada, todos os bebês vão conseguir ir pra água.

Na ilha do lado, essa mesma conversa passa pela cabeça de Theo e ele meio que lembra que tinha marcado de ver Hua naquela noite, mas está tão ocupado beijando Kylo Chan até ela derreter em seus braços, que só tem tempo de fazer uma nota mental antes de perder o foco de seus pensamentos de novo.

Amanhã ele vai mandar peônias e balas de gelatina, porque hoje, ele quer aquela garota gemendo o nome dele sem dó.

Ela torce pras meninas francesas que a encontram no caminho, não estejam mentindo quando a elogiam e olham pra ela de cima a baixo com doçura, porque Hua vai ficar arrasada se descobrir que vestido cor-de-rosa com babadinhos e uma fita no cabelo, não tem nada a ver com coturnos e aquela cesta de piquenique tradicional. Seu intuito enquanto anda pelos corredores de Beauxbatons e cruza com um monte de familiares e amigos em visita no sábado, é só desviar de todas essas pessoas e chegar o mais rápido possível no seu único objetivo: surpreender Theo e dizer que ela entende que talvez ele tenha se cansado de ser o único fazendo coisas por ela (mesmo que ela sempre tenha feito por ele também, às vezes até mais do que ele, que só se prestava ao mínimo) e que ela quer um momento com ele.

Sem sexo. Nem amassos intensos. Muito menos qualquer putaria atravessada, e nem é por ela estar menstruada, coisa que não era o caso. Ela só quer comer bolo de matcha e ficar de mãos dadas, hoje.

— Não é mentira, rosa cai mesmo bem em você. — Andrômeda Moreau diz assim que coloca os olhos em Hua, como se estivesse lendo seus pensamentos ou vendo de alguma forma o passado, oferecendo um sorriso bonito para Choi. — Mas acho que é a sua aura alegre. O que trás você aqui?

Oli, que estava só distraidamente segurando a cintura da amiga e prestando atenção no movimento do corredor, fica curioso pra resposta que Hua vai dar, mas só até também colocar os olhos nela e descobrir sem ela precisar nem ao menos dizer.

Aquilo ia ser ruim. Aquilo ia ser péssimo.

— O Theo est-

— Ocupado.

Se ele for mais frio e incisivo que aquilo, tem medo de parecer malvado e atrair para si um problema que não é seu, então escolhe melhor as palavras quando se volta para Hua, segurando Andi com mais força.

— Se eu fosse você, não iria atrás dele.

Porque ele acha que o irmão não merece, e nem que a própria Hua merece, mas por motivos totalmente opostos e que Oli não sente que está pronto pra debater em plena luz do dia e com tantas pessoas em volta, então, quando Choi o ignora com um beicinho e segue seu caminho pro dormitório, não tem mais nada que ele possa fazer por ela.

Algumas coisas precisam ser sentidas, ele acredita com todas as suas forças, e aquilo não é algo que ele pode evitar pro bem de ninguém. É só uma pena que as coisas precisem acontecer dessa forma.

Hua não precisa chegar até a porta pra saber que Theo não está sozinho, e nem precisa que a mesma esteja aberta pra saber o que ele está fazendo lá com outra garota. Hua escuta como as peles deles se tocam, como a outra garota gosta de ser fundida com o corpo dele e como ele mesmo gosta do jeito que a buceta dela o engole. Ela consegue ouvir tudo umas duas portas de distância, alto e claro, e é tão constrangedor que ela acha que vai vomitar na primeira lixeira que achar pelo caminho depois de começar a correr rápido e sem rumo pra bem longe dali.

— Você vivia ocupado… — Alice o provoca, alheia a tudo que acontece do lado de fora daquele quarto quente, sentindo as pernas sendo presas ao redor da cintura de Yang pelas mãos dele. — Por que tem tempo agora?

Ele pode dizer que estava enrolado com uma garota, mas que não está mais, e que só se enrolou com ela porque queria causar discórdia com seu primo contando um segredo dele pra essa tal garota, mas então ia ter que dizer também que acabou gostando daquela dinâmica e se sentiu na obrigação de comer alguém que Seo queria ter pra si. Ele pode contar tudo para Alice Moreau, e esperar que ela conte pra Beauxbatons inteira até chegar em sua mãe numa aula qualquer dia desses, então prefere a versão que faz ele dormir a noite.

E não se sentir nem um pouco culpado pelas decisões que tomou até chegar ali.

— Eu achei que queria uma coisa, mas perdeu a graça depois que eu conquistei. — Yang suspira de alívio ao sentir o calor da garota o envolvendo de novo, como se tivessem ficado uma eternidade sem aquilo. — Não era pra mim. Já você…

Algumas coisas precisam mesmo ser sentidas, mas MeiMei prometeu pra si mesma que nem um de seus filhos ia sentir elas sozinhos.

Fosse as dores da vida ou as decisões idiotas que eles com certeza iam se arrepender depois.

— Viu como é melhor quando outra pessoa faz por você? Não corre risco de ficar torto. — Mei diz com carinho, cortando mecha por mecha do cabelo de Hua, porque não acredita mesmo que sua filha do meio vai ficar feia por causa de um corte de cabelo na altura dos ombros, não enquanto ela tiver o controle da tesoura enquanto a mais jovem chora inconsolavelmente de novo. — Cabelo cresce.

E corações voltam com seus caquinhos pro lugar. Uma hora aquela tempestade ia passar, e talvez até voltasse a fazer sol depois.

[venom-bitez]

How my art teacher feels after making a Oli pastel project due the week we can’t even go into school and makes the due date after the 3 days we are back (NOT EVERYONE HAS THE MONEY FOR THE PASTELS)

[localgirlbecomesobsessed]

Birthday boy

Accidentally forgot Karma’s birthday, I’m just like his parents fr 🙂‍↕️

This is how each house celebrates Karma’s birthday after Olivia screeched about how she missed it to Romeo-who told Leo-who told everyone.

This came out really long! But pspsps bits of Oli and karma lore; they’re not with anyone in this fic and it’s based after the newest sinostra chapter.

I did one for each house and how they celebrate the birthdays~frostheim is a bit long only cause they tagged along-could not stop thinking about the ohsc ep where they go with Haruhi into the normal world 😭

Contains; past memories of child abuse, alcohol, fluff,angst

Vagastrom: 🚘

“There’s something in the air…”

Karma started off dramatically looking out the huge window in the attic as Alan and Olivia stared at him in confusion, Olivia holding the R&R form tightly in her hand as she waited to surprise him.

“I fear I have forgotten something important but I can’t put a finger on it…”

His birthday had been three days ago but olivia was called away on a mission and couldn’t spend it with him, something he didn’t realise till only moments ago when Olivia sprouted into the attic excitedly, he had been working on a joint project with Lyca. Lyca sketched out a beautiful scenery of some place he remembers going with Neros, he’s entrusted Karma to paint it, using watercolours to hopefully capture the scene; he’s almost finished it, working tirelessly as he spent the past weeks basically living in the attic…even missing his own birthday.

That doesn’t mean he’s not going to milk the fact Olivia missed spending it with him as she usually does every year.

“Karma.”

Olivia sang to him as he dramatically spun around, he was wearing an oversized sweatshirt previously-plain white-now decorated in a bizarre mixtures of washed out pinks and blacks, and ripped jeans with paint splattered black crocs. She skipped over to him waving the R&R approved paperwork in front of his face as she grinned excitedly at him.

“Guess where we’re going!”

Olivia squealed as Karma stared at her wide eyed…if she’s done what he thinks she’s done…

“NAOSHIMA!!!”

Karma squealed with her the two jumping in a circle excitedly as karma grabbed her and gave her a tight hug, Alan stood in the background perplexed, folding his arms as he went to look at karma’s newest piece.

“We only have two days though…so I thought Naoshima the first day and then-please don’t cry-“

She warned already dragging him by the arm to get his things packed, she grabbed onto Alan’s sleeve and tugged him to follow as they went.

“Why would I cry?”

He tilted his head…the only thing that would make him cry is-

“Isamu Noguchi’s garden museum?”

He whisper pausing their journey as he felt the tears prick up. Isami Noguchi was the inspiration for his first ever proper piece, his first ever sold piece as well…it was a pastel water colour based around the ‘even the centipede’ piece. He was only 15 and it sold for a couple hundred…it helped them through the winter that year and helped ease Olivia’s job load.

It was the spark that ignited his new goal in life, his new career and it’s been one of his life’s dream to go to the garden museum.

“Karmie, I told you not to cry, if you cry I’m gonna cry-” 🥹

Olivia’s eyes welled up as Karma pathetically looked at her leaning down so she’d ruffle his hair.

Alan awkwardly patted him on the shoulder as he tried to scurry away, Olivia kept her grip on him as she grinned encouragingly at Alan, wiping away a stray tear.

Alan looked at the crying karma and gently brushed a hand through his hair before holding out a black bag to Karma, who tentatively took it, peeking inside before tearing the bag away. It was a painting made by Alan from the canvas Karma gave him, a deep space galaxy spray painted piece, the background being an eclectic mixture of pinks and purples with a swirling golden nebula, it was truly mesmerising.

Karma quietly traced the art piece as Alan stood stony faced and apprehensive as he waited for him to say something. Karma smiled sweetly at him before calmly handing the painting to Olivia.

Launching himself at Alan as he wrapped his arms and legs around him like a koala bear. Alan hesitantly hugged him back, making sure not to put too much weight on his hold, terrified about accidentally hurting karma. Instead, karma held tighter onto him, pressing a kiss to Alan’s cheek as the other quickly brought his hand to it staring at the white haired man in shock.

Karma hopped off of him, gently taking the painting as he sped off to his room to hang it up, already knowing the best place to do it, zooming past Sho and Leo who watched the whole display, a birthday cake and phone in their hands.

“He-uh liked it then?”

Alan asked unsure as he and Olivia slowly made their way to Karma’s room.

“He loved it.”

Olivia corrected, grinning at Alan who was hopelessly trying to hide his blush.

Sho and Leo joined them, teasing Alan mercilessly as Olivia sneaked bits of the frosting from the side of cake as they tried to catch up with the overly excited Karma.

The gang devoured the cake as they helped Karma pack a duffel bag, Leo picked out his clothes as Sho served the cake and helped karma hang the painting excitedly chattering about anything and every thing as Alan and Olivia quietly talked about the upcoming trip as they tidied the room up.

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Frostheim: ❄️

“Why?”

Karma asked bluntly glaring at Jin who just stared in boredom at him. They were at the galaxy express awaiting a train with their duffel bags slung over their shoulders when Jin pulled up with the rest of the Frosty ghouls in tow.

“We’re not going by train Olivia.”

Thoma kindly explained as the sound of a helicopter erupted near them, coming closer as it approached the group.

“It was the only way I could get an R&R, don’t worry i didn’t let them pay for anything…though I did not order the chopper.”

Olivia and Karma both hated things being paid for them, it’s why Olivia had to force herself to work even harder so she felt as though she earned the money the chancellor gave to her.

When she proposed the trip to the chancellor she was immediately denied, when complaining about it to Luca and Kaito, Jin overheard and announced he needed to pick up something he left behind in his summer house and there was a mission nearby…that Olivia would be needed to help him and thus her brother would be needed as well, for his expertise.

When questioned Thoma chimed in claiming the item was an artwork Jin needed for a mission in regards to an unknown anomaly. Olivia wasn’t stupid but she definitely wasn’t going to miss the chance to get the R&R, she’s had this trip planned for a whole year, the reservations for the museum were secured and she had to spend a good chunk of her savings to get the whole thing organised and get the special gift for Karma.

The chancellor didn’t like it but couldn’t really say no if it was work related…Thoma insisting it came down from Jin’s family, a lie that the chancellor didn’t see through and nervously approved the R&R for Olivia as Thoma slyly smiled at her.

She hoped Karma would enjoy the trip and gift despite the extra additions…but going by the scowl on his face as the helicopters dropped down into the unnecessary car park of Darkwick she was stressed on how this was all going to go down.

Almost like he sensed her anxiety he turned to her with a huge smirk as he grabbed her hand and pulled her over to the chopper. Thoma guiding them into one before waving goodbye to them as he slammed the door, the other ghouls went into the second helicopter as they flew away.

Olivia had already booked a small cottage that was meant for just the two of them to stay in as it was a two bedroom place-not a six person…

Something that went unnoticed by the other four ghouls as they all piled into the cottage, Luca and Kaito setting up a small space in the living room, whereas Jin already claimed one of the rooms, seeming unbothered as Olivia and karma stared at them all in shock. She thought the others would just go to Jin’s summer home…

“Where will I be sleeping Olivia?”

Thoma leaned against the wooden table in the kitchen, looking around the cozy kitchen space filled with an eclectic amount of taxidermy insects and art pieces, he looked at her expectantly seeming to enjoy her floundering as she stared at him dumbfounded by what was happening, they didn’t follow them from the helicopter and just sort of spawned here as soon as the siblings arrived.

“You can either sleep with Jin or sleep on the sofa.”

Karma said slightly annoyed as he started tugging Olivia to the last free room, Olivia sighed in disappointment, she chose this cottage cause the rooms were themed, one bedroom was more like a mini library full of history about the islands and art throughout the ages, the other was smaller and full of insects taxidermy and books about animals on the island… she wanted to take that room and send photos to Haru, but it seems Jin has stolen that room from her.

“Oh? I’d much rather share with you though? I’m sure Olivia doesn’t mind sharing with Jin?”

He put on a sultry tone as he grinned at Karma’s slightly blushing face, enjoying the way he sighed in exasperation as he dragged Olivia to their room. Thoma grinning as he grabbed his bag and took it to Jin’s room, grimacing as he made eye contact with a huge golden stag beetle that Jin was looking enthused at as he evaluated it. Thoma looked around the bugged out room before taking two steps back.

“I believe I’ll be better suited staying with the first years…”

He quickly walked away as Jin ignored him, stealing the largest sofa just before Kaito could make claim to it.

“Dude…I can’t believe we’re crashing Karma’s birthday trip.”

Kaito whisper shouted to Luca, who continued to set up their temporary beds on the smaller softer velvet green sofas.

“It was the only way he could have this birthday trip, I don’t mind, we’ll have opportunities to explore whilst they celebrate, it’s not like we’ll be going with them during their stay here.”

Luca felt slightly disappointed at that fact, he enjoyed both Karma and Olivia’s company and would’ve loved the opportunity to hang out with Karma more.

“Hahaha, yeah it’s not like we’ll crash their outings…”

❄️ ❄️ ❄️

They most definitely did crash the birthday outings, Jin and Thoma claiming they needed to keep an eye out for the anomaly that’s been haunting the area. Though, karma made them promise not to come on the second day excursions as it’s private for the two siblings.

Thoma worked as a surprisingly good tour guide, somehow having the whole day planned perfectly so they visited all the things Karma would enjoy. Olivia helped him make the itinerary as she went through every single art museum and installations that Karma would like, the two type A’s even accounting for shenanigans and food breaks.

The only uncomfortable moments were when Jin tried to bond with Karma, much like a divorced dad trying to bond with their child they hadn't seen in ten years. Luckily, Thoma and Olivia kept the conversation flowing between them, creating a shaky bridge between the two men as Karma quietly accepted him. Though, Luca distracted him as well by asking numerous questions enjoying the experience and Karma's voice that seemed to scratch his brain in the best way.

For dinner they Acquired Karma's favourite-a shit tonne of strawberry tanghulu and Olivia ensured to plan the perfect picnic with food prepped by Kaito and Sho, it was in a secluded area facing a strange but peaceful statue of a woman, it seemed as though her eyes never left you. She was carved from what seems to be a part of a mountain, expertly carved so the cracked geodes shone throughout her body, the setting sun shining through creating a mesmerising blinding sight as it sparkled towards them like a beckoning disco ball.

The very same statue that was the anomaly, which queued up for a small fight as Karma stressed about them destroying the anomaly, not wanting such beauty to be destroyed as Jin sighed capturing it easily as the poor thing couldn’t actually move, it just drew people in sucking their souls in to replenish its beauty, to fix the cracks and weathered stone that almost crumbled underneath Karma's touch. Jin made sure to grab hold of Olivia, wrapping an arm around her drawing her close causing both karma and Thoma to roll their eyes at him at the unnecessary movement, he didn’t even use his stigma. After denying Karma to become the anomalies guardian despite the expert use of puppy eyes on his part, Jin said he'll try and get him a visit with it-surprising everyone as Karma wrapped an arm around his neck proclaiming that 'Jin's alright!' causing everyone to grin at the antics of the two as Olivia subtly took a picture of the moment.

(this would be a warding card and i curse my inabiltity to draw fr)

The group continued their picnic as the Darkwick agents came to pick up the anomaly.

They viewed a couple more statues on the way back to the cottage, Thoma, Luca and karma all enveloped in deep conversation about the pieces and how they evoke emotion in their time period/how it affects people now and it’s relation to current events as well as the history behind each one and how it correlates with other pieces. Olivia, Jin and Kaito were awkwardly walking side by side, Jin kept his and Olivia's hands clasped together as kaito animatedly chatted with Olivia about the cake he was going to make Karma tomorrow, asking for advice and what ones were his favourite. Jin was half listening as he lit a cigarette nudging olivia to help him as he refused to let go of her.

Olivia gladly did it huddling close to the Ice King for warmth as Karma dramatically turned around to face them, the sun setting a beautiful blood orange behind him as he walked backwards in order to talk to the others, he was smiling before pointedly scowling at their clasped hands. He poked his tongue out fiddling with his lip piercing as he debated making a comment, but decided to keep the good mood going.

“Are we going to I love yu?!?!!”

They made sure he packed a towel for himself and he even got gifted special body wash by Rui.

Olivia excitedly nodded as Karma cheered, Jin looked confused at the two as his eyes landed on the deviously wicked smile on Thoma’s face.

A public bath will be quite the entertaining adventure.

❄️ ❄️ ❄️

“Yo that’s gnarly scar.”

Kaito traced a finger down the deep scar on Karma’s shoulder, it goes from the behind the top of his ear all the way down to shoulder blades, Karma yelped as he jolted away from Kaito, he was too distracted by the giant elephant in the room to notice the approaching ghoul. He quickly clasped a hand over his scar as a bright red blush covered his face, the others distracted before but they all turned to look as they heard Karma’s yelp as they lounged out in the bath area, they all came to stare at Karma’s scar.

“It’s nothing.”

Karma hurriedly said backing away from inquisitive eyes as he nervously went to grab a bucket, threatening to douse them if they come near.

“Doesn’t look like nothing…?”

Jin mumbled as he looked at him with worry, Kaito looked extremely guiltily as he stood in front to defend him.

“If he doesn’t wanna talk about-“

Karma sighed as he clasped a hand on Kaito’s shoulder, the other blushing as he looked up at the taller man, his brain short circuiting as he saw the steely look on Karma’s eyes for a moment before he leaned back stretching out his arms as the playful light came back in his eyes, the whiplash making Kaito’s head spin.

“If ya really wanna know~you’ll have to beat Livi in a drinking contest <3”

He grinned as he went to go wash his hair, Thoma smirking at the challenge…this should be easy.

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Obscuary 🌒

Lyca’s phone was popping off, Ed and Rui looking at eachother in intrigue as they cheekily grinned and tiptoed over to Lyca. Who was deep in concentration as he sniffed the air, glancing over annoyed at the two who thought they were being extremely sneaky as they tried to peek at his phone, Lyca immediately snatching it away from Ed’s grasp.

“Someone’s popular~our baby boy has grown so much…”

Rui fake cried as he slid into the oak chair just out of reach of Lyca as he slyly grinned at his wolfie friend.

Ed smiled as he slid uncomfortably close next to Lyca peering at his sketch with interest as a small gasp escaped him.

“Oh my🤭😧it seems our friend 🫶🏼🥰🐺has gained a muse 🐇💫😍”

The sketch was of Karma looking out the window of his makeshift studio, he was wearing his uniform top and his hair was blown by the breeze, slightly revealing the deep scar at his neck as he wore a small smile. It was strange seeing the cold painter look so ethereal but Lyca seemed to capture a sensitivity that many don’t catch.

“It’s a birthday present…”

Lyca didn’t know it was his birthday until Subaru told him, Karma didn’t really like people knowing and as soon as Alan said happy birthday he knew he was doomed. The only person he seemed happy to hear birthday wishes from was Alan and Lyca, karma almost asked if Lyca could come on their trip knowing the other would love it, but realised Darkwick would never let him go…not right now anyway.

“A Birthday present for Karamellllll~ oh! I didn’t know he had a scar? He’s really got the tortured artist thing down~.”

Lyca frowned at Rui’s comment, his phone still popping off as he growled checking to see who would be sending such an onslaught of messages…

It was karma, he sent numerous selfies, with different statues; in the bathhouse; with the anomaly; with Olivia and another one with the frostheim ghouls passed out as a triumphant Olivia sipped at her sake cup, the last one was was of the sketch books and history books at the cottage. Lyca didn’t realise it but his ears popped out as he went through each photo, Ed grinning at the sweet reaction as he curiously peeked at the sketch again.

“The scar 🤩🤩does add a certain dark beauty 🥀 🥀 to him…”

Ed mused tracing the drawing as Lycas frown deepened.

“It’s not like it’s a good thing? His old man almost killed him…”

Lyca grumbled as he angrily grabbed at a pencil, shading as he swatted away Ed’s hand. Rui was uncomfortable and he didn’t do a good job hiding it, not knowing what to say at the depressing shred of information, whereas Ed just looked perplexed by the whole thing. They knew the siblings struggled…but not to the point of near death.

Lyca realised the awkward silence as he looked up from his page, he was in deep thought as he tried to figure it out why the mood dropped before his eyes widened realising his slip up. He felt sick from guilt as it clawed its way up his throat, karma was always so open about it to him…

“Well I made my Karmic revenge a super strong strawberry shower gel>! Something to smell as sweet as he is~oh wait I have a small tester that I got Olivia to try, have a sniff.”

Rui rolled over a small bright pink bottle, Lyca took it taking a whiff, a small smile spread on his face as it smelled amazing and suited karma well, if he could put karma in a bottle this is what it would’ve smelled like.

“He is quite an adorable human🥰🥸tenacious🫣🤜🏼and strange😻🫶🏼”

Ed hummed as he ruffled Lyca’s hair, causing the wolf to duck away glaring at him without any heat, as Rui grinned at the display.

“He’ll love the drawing Lyca!!! It’s so sweet!!”

Rui leaned on his hands as Lyca smiled softly at him as he continued to finish up the portrait. His phone started pinging once more as Karma sent an onslaught of photos making Lyca smile even more, it was a photo of Olivia crashed out on the ground as the frostheim captain was passed out on the table, karma was grinning throwing up a peace sign, he showed Rui who cackled at the display.

“Shit, it’s rare for see the frosty captain like that!!”

The text that came along with it said ‘miss you pookie bear 🫶🏼I’ll bring you some souvenirs.’

🌒❄️🌒❄️🌒❄️

Photo time:

Luca and Kaito were down for the count passed out of the sofa as they huddled together, Olivia cheered watching as Thoma slumped onto the side of his sofa, his monocle sliding off his face as his eyes slowly closed.

Jin was the only one standing against her as even Karma was reduced to a giggling mess texting someone with a light flush on his face as he went to his room to send photos of the sketch books and art history books to …presumably Lyca.

“I thought ghouls were meant to have a higher tolerance to things~”

Olivia sang as she put her feet up on the table, smirking slightly at Jin.

“I thought humans(ish) had less.”

He countered, his face flush as he pointed at her.

“Have you never had to keep up in a business meeting? When I worked in an office if you couldn’t handle a couple of bottles you’d be the mockery of the place.”

Jin chuckled as Olivia filled their cups once again, the two clinking their cups as their sipped at it, this one was a cherry flavoured sake. They drank the whole bottle, both struggling to keep up as Jin slumped onto the table , Olivia got up to cheer but instead almost fell hard onto the ground if it weren’t for karma catching her in time and lowering her down onto the ground.

“You’re the best brother.”

She patted his face drunkenly grinning as karma chuckled at her antics, he grabbed a pillow and laid her head onto it as she nuzzled into it, he took another selfie sending it to Lyca as he hopped to his room, humming happily to himself as Lyca sent a heart back.

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Sinostra 🔫

“I feel like the curse has come for me dear brother.”

Olivia had sunglasses on as her gravelly voice rumbled into karmas ear as he woke her up at 8am on the dot, ready for their excursion as he pulled her up and pushed her into the bathroom.

“If you turn in a massive flower here can I take some pics~it’ll make a great painting.”

She nudged him harshly before pausing his pursuit as she held onto the door frame of the bathroom.

“I have a gift to give you-not my one yet, this one’s from Romeo!”

She dragged him to their room, rifling through her bag that was next to her makeshift bed on the floor as she cheered holding a small black box as she kneeled on her knee and held it out to him on both hands, lowering her head as though she was a lowly peasant.

“Your gift sire.”

Karma swiped it smiling slightly as he opened the box, nervous as to what Romeo could have got him…damn Leo. Karma was never good at accepting things if he wasn’t giving something in return.

He opened the box gasping lightly as he traced around the purple gem, it was a silver beaded bracelet with raw small gems at every three beads, there was a note attached with the gems name…

Taafeite

‘A rare gem for an even rarer talent.’

-Your favourite muse

Romeo Scorpius lucci

Karma couldn’t help the bloom of red that overtook his very being, Olivia chuckled as she teetered to the bathroom, collecting a pair of yellow dungarees and a light blue t shirt. Karma was wearing a pair of loose dark brown corduroys and a white t shirt, he wasn’t wearing an oversized hoody or jumper for once and even styled his hair for this day, he struggled with doing it, Kaito and Luca luckily helping him with sweeping it to the side, slicking it back slightly. It will definitely go back to its fluffy state by the end of the day but as long as he tried at the start is what matters. He had on an old watch and now the bracelet.

He looked at the gems mesmerised, lightly tracing them smiling gently to himself as he grabbed a denim jacket, it was one he painted with a field of linaria’s purpurea on the back, it was in the painting he gave Romeo and he thought it’d make a nice jacket addition.

His whipped his phone out taking a picture of the bracelet as he sent it to Romeo with a books worth of heart emojis.

Taiga had wished him a happy birthday on the day and gave him a weird riddle about his future? before cackling and walking away leaving a dumbfounded karma.

Ritsu handed him a card and a contract saying he is excited to branch into being an entertainment lawyer, only for Karma though.

Karma signed the contract as Ritsu went into a frenzy about shoddy lawyers and shady half truths they give their clients and a plethora of promises that he would never do that to him.

Romeo’s definitely went the extra mile out of the three. ———————————————————

Hortarubi 🪷

Olivia had to console karma after the museum for at least an hour, he was calm throughout the whole thing even when looking around the garden at the end, but when they left he just quietly sobbed.

Olivia got him to calm down as he blubbered out about how he never thought they’d be able to see this place, how far they come, how this has inspired him and… that if this was his last birthday with her it was the best one he’ll ever have.

Olivia sobbed along with him, the two looking like strange fools to concerned citizens walking past them.

She has no clue how he’s going to respond to her gift.

The gift that Subaru and Haku helped her tirelessly search for…

🪷🪷🪷

“Subaru, it’ll be fine, he’ll love it.”

Subaru glanced at Haku, anxiety drilling into his very being as he awaited a text from Olivia updating him on Karma’s reaction.

Karma’s first sold painting was hard to track down, even harder to negotiate a price having to rely on Haku’s honeyed words to persuade the private collector to hand it over for a heart burning cost of;

¥13,964,320

It was a good chunk of Olivia’s personal savings and apparently a grand difference to what the owner originally paid for.

Zenji guarded the painting closely and helped Olivia not spoil the surprise as she excitedly recounted how the light came back to Karma when he realised his life’s passion, how that painting practically saved him. Ladders sticking close to Zenji as the familiar painting sparked excitement within the ghostly creature as he ran through the halls of the hortarubi dorms, getting ghost cat zoomies, seeming to find comfort in the place and staying there more often, Haku couldn’t complain as it meant Olivia came to visit them more frequently as well.

Haku couldn’t quite get the excitement around the one painting but it seems the scars from their past still haunt them to this very day but the new lease of life Karma received the day he picked up a paintbrush was everything the siblings needed to push forward, which gave him a huge appreciation for the piece.

Zenji composed a fruitful poem that he knows the two will appreciate when they come back….inspired by their story as the sound of the biwa echoes through the halls.

🪷🪷🪷

The two devoured their ramen, getting the iconic sanuki udon that they’ve seen online. They went to Edobori Kida, a recommendation from Leo who saw many people rave about it on tiktok and forced them to do a detailed report via text so he can make a video about it, this report including numerous photos of food and a rating from 0- Sho’s food…it was close behind Sho’s food.

Rightfully so, it was insanely delicious and everything they needed after their long day out and crying session. They each had a beer as they quietly chattered about the day, Kaito sending her updates about how they’ve almost set up the cottage for Karma’s mini birthday party, where it’s actually just an excuse for Kaito to feed them a delicious amount of cake, that Olivia had been daydreaming about since he showed her his plans for the what he’s making.

“There’s one last present…from me, it’s back at the cottage so when you’re ready we can go.”

She was nervous.

Karma eyed her suspiciously as she fiddled with her hands, their ramen finished yet Olivia still stirred her chopsticks around the bowl. Olivia was usually an anxious mess but she’s learnt to keep it hidden or more likely she’s a high functioning anxiety host, but she’s so fucking nervous it set Karma on edge.

“Okay.”

He got up and slammed back his beer, Olivia doing the same and gratefully so as it eased her nerves. She paid for their meals as Karma and her walked quietly back to the cottage.

She had a strained grin as she opened the door, motioning for karma to walk through, who just looked at her suspiciously.

“SURPRISE!”

Luca and Kaito yelled, Thoma blowing a bright pink foil whistle as Jin clapped awkwardly.

A massive chocolate cake sat on the coffee table with a huge amount of strawberries on it that could rival a farmers market. Karma’s eyes went huge as he drooled at the sight of it, he could see Olivia’s do the same in the corner of his eye. Their sweet tooth was debilitating, Kaito cut a piece and nervously handed it to Karma, who dug in, basically inhaling the cake as the others grabbed their own slice.

“Is so good man, you need to be a baker or something.”

Kaito preened under the praise, eyes glistening happily as he took the empty plate and hurriedly went to grab another for both himself and Karma, who just chuckled at the boys eagerness.

Olivia put down her own empty plate on the coffee table as she tugged at Karma’s arm, guiding him to their room quickly as she nodded at Kaito, smiling apologetically as she stole Karma away.

She quietly closed the door between them as she hurriedly went to the parcel that was placed on his bed. It was wrapped in brown packaging with a drawing of an enchanting wisteria decorating the top, the very same image of the plant he’s seen in Hotarubi.

It was quite a large package and Olivia was almost the same size of it, she gestured for him to come over and open it as she stood back.

The chatter outside could be heard as he felt each foot step in his veins, he nervously reached out as he peeled away the wrapping, trying to preserve the picture of the wisteria as he did.

But that was long forgotten when the peek of an old friend greeted him, he looked up at Olivia in shock as he ripped the rest of the wrapping off, gasping as he caught sight of his very first sold artwork as he dropped to his knees in surprise. He took the painting staring at it with a mixture of disbelief and happiness, as he gently placed it down. He once again launched himself at Olivia, forgetting that his sister was a foot shorter than him as she struggled to keep them balanced.

“It’s-I thought it’d be good for you-urgh, Sho’s feeding you too much- thought it’d be good to have and to re-“

Her legs gave out, the two divulging into giggles as Jin slammed the door open after hearing such a loud bang only to be met with the sight of the siblings cackling on the floor, a remarkable painting sat at the bed that completely distracted Jin as he went over to look at it.

Olivia wanted to tell Karma, it was to remind him of where they came from, to remind him of her and everything they’ve been through and survived and that maybe…just maybe they can survive this…or he can survive losing her. But as she watched her baby brother laugh, probably braking her leg as he put all his weight into crushing her to pieces-she couldn’t bring herself to say it…

❄️🪷❄️🪷

To calm an extremely anxious Subaru Olivia sent a picture of an extremely happy karma who was currently half sobbing-half laughing as he proudly showed off his painting to Thoma, who’s eyes gleamed with interest as he leaned in to look at it. Karma was protectively hugging it close to him as Thoma got a bit too close for comfort as he waved a bottle of wine at Karma, who has had two glasses already.

“I would like to challenge you to a drinking contest instead of Olivia, if I win you must tell me the story of your scar.”

Karma scowled at Thoma as a tired Luca saddled himself next to him, Luca had spent the day exploring the island with Thoma, Jin stayed at the cottage with Kaito to wait for the painting to be delivered.

Kaito was trying to stop Olivia from moving about or trying to tidy the place as her leg was in an insane amount of pain, it felt like someone snapped her bone in half when ever she tried to move, something she discovered when she tried to get up after her and Karma fell.

She watched as Karma told Thoma to piss off as Luca engaged him with an onslaught of questions about his painting, something Karma happily went along with as the Thoma pouted.

Subaru replied that he was happy Karma enjoyed the gift and that he’ll prepare a tea party for all of them when they get back, something she was about to reply too when a grumpy Jin slumped down next to her. She was currently curled up on the bigger velvet sofa as Kaito hovered around everyone cleaning and pulling out more baked goods he’d been preparing all day.

“That bastard already knows…”

Jin grumbled out as Thoma tried one last attempt to pester Karma for answers, Olivia sighed leaning onto her hand on the arm of the chair as she narrowed her eyes at Thoma.

“I guessed so…I don’t know why he wants Karma to tell him, it’s not like it’s a fun story.”

Jin grunted in reply as Thoma’s eye fell on the two of them, sighing as he seemed to give up his mission or not wanting to deal with the double wrath of both Olivia and Jin, though he was tempted, thinking it would be quite entertaining.

“He likes getting under Karma’s skin, I’m guessing he wants to know everything he can…the story on the page isn’t enough for him.”

Olivia spoke more to herself as she debated the reason, Jin’s eyes flying to hers in surprise, she was usually soft spoken, always compliant and never annoyed…lately she’s been more the opposite, she was still kind but that kindness seemed to have limits. Especially when it comes to Karma and especially since it got announced about her…condition.

He liked it.

“I suppose so…”

Not that he didn’t like how she was before, his ‘secret’ adoration of Olivia would be the same regardless of how she is.

“Do you know…?”

She asked quietly, amber eyes looking up at him with a deep sadness hidden in the depths. Jin nodded, of course he read the file, the chancellor needed his fathers-and thus his permission to bring Karma into the fold…

“Hmmm…spose’ I could tell you the full story then, I’d need someone to be there for him if I…”

She pursed her lips, sipping on her strawberry soda as she munched on the cookies Kaito had made. She was hoping she made the right choice in trusting Jin with this…

🐇 🐼

Torrential rain threatened to drown the young girl as she raced back to her appartment, she’d not been allowed in there for three days after her father had caught her buying a small cupcake from the bakery down the street, deeming it a waste of money that should’ve been given straight to him.

She had spent the past week collecting and selling recycled bottles and cans just for the chance to get something for Karma’s birthday, he was going to be 13, he needed something special…

Her father did not think so, forcing her to hand over any remaining funds before kicking her out, refusing to let her back in as anguished screams could be heard inside. She tried to pound down the door but she was only young, 13 just like her brother would soon be, tears poured down her face as she ran to their safe haven, an old temple run by a singular woman, she was strange and offputting with long white hair and ruby eyes, her skin pale and sickly looking, but Olivia loved her, she was never around when she brought Karma but she was always there for Olivia when she needed her.

She stayed in the temple shelter, the kind priestess letting her stay whilst they tried to figure out a way to get Karma out. The woman always doted on the two who found solace In hiding out there when their parents…habits got too much. It was an extremely run down temple, the young woman was the only one keeping it alive…

It got to the day of his birthday, when Olivia decided she’d just run and grab him, she didn’t alert the priestess and instead ran as fast as she could, the small child dodging and weaving past adults and obstructions as she reached her apartment. She was harshly trying to catch her breath as she reached the door, the stairs taking all the wind out of her as the horrifically slightly ajar door stood in front of her.

She hesitantly pushed opened the door, the silence killing her as she stepped in trying to force the courage in her…it immediately snapped away as her blood turned cold at the sight of a Karma’s limp hand lightly hanging out of the doorway, blood splattered on the walls and floor as she approached him.

It seemed to have just happened, light brown hair oozing with blood as she fell to her knees trying to feel for his breath as she held her hand under his nose. There was no sight of her parents, probably leaving Karma as they went to the bar…or running away from the crime, but she doubts they had the cognitive ability to determine what they did was a crime. Her eyes trailed the scene before her as she scrambled to grab a phone, smashed bottles littered the place-one covered in blood as she dialled for an ambulance, her brain numb as she fell into a pit of apathy trying to keep herself functional as her shaking tiny hands held tightly onto the phone. He seemed to have one large wound on his head and another across his neck and back…most likely from the bottle being smashed over him, she felt bile building up in the her throat as she tried to slam it back down.

The priestess floated into the room, ladders running behind her as she cooed at the young boy, Olivia’s eyes wide as the operator spoke to her through the phone.

“You poor thing…he doesn’t have long, young Olivia.”

The woman’s floaty voice carried through the room as Olivia begged for an ambulance-for someone to come save her brother, her pleas turning into shrieks at the priestess announcement.

“I can keep him alive until they come…but it comes at a price.”

The woman smiled sweetly at her as tears lightly dripped down her face, falling onto her clothes as ghostly hands cradled Karma’s paling face.

Olivia nodded terrified as she realised she did it again…it was hard for her to tell the difference, between the dead and the living. Her parents hated it when she spoke to nothing and would remind her every waking moment she lived there that there was something wrong with her, she had to hide it…she thought she did well in ignoring them, yet…the priestess seemed so alive, how could she have known?

“You must never come to my temple again…you will never find it, not until you have too, but I hope that day never comes…and Karma-he will become like you, the curse of the sight will befall him and you must prepare him for it.”

The woman spoke sternly to her as Olivia dropped the phone, everyone became static too her as the woman stretched out her hand to her, beckoning her close as Olivia shakily took it. She was gently guided to Karma’s side as the woman clutched at her hand, they’re not meant to be able to touch her… but she placed their hands over Karma’s heart, she could feel the slow beats speed up as life seemed to flow back into him.

“We’ll meet again little one, be brave.”

The woman pressed a kiss to Olivia’s paling forehead as sweat dripped down it, the world spinning as her vision faded, falling hard onto the floor still clutching onto Karma’s heart as the woman drifted off, placing a white fox’s mask on as she turned to leave. Her white long hair drifting in the breeze as she paused bending down to pet the ghostly cat who rolled around her feet, batting at her tail as she sighed giggling at the sweet little thing.

“Protect them.”

A loud meow followed her disappearance as Ladders curled up around Olivia, the black cat pawed at sickly girl, a couple of days in a temple that’s not meant to exist can do a lot of damage to a girl.

The sound of sirens echoed through the empty apartment as hurried steps and shouts were the last thing to drum into Olivia’s ears.

🐼🐇❄️🐇🐼

Jin stared at her wide eyed as Olivia recounted her tale.

“It was my fault he got hurt.”

Her voice broke as she tried to distract herself, playing with a lock of white hair, something she maniacally bleached to look like the priestess’, a daily reminder of her saviour.

Jin didn’t know what to say, he knew they never got taken away, the parents somehow wrote it off as the kids fooling around. Neighbours in a small town were of little help, not wanting to get involved in the hurricane that was the Ito family.

“You weren’t at fault, those fuckers were…you were just a kid.”

Jin balled him fists as he tried to calm himself as Olivia’s heartbroken state fuelled anger throughout him.

Olivia nodded, not really taking in what he was saying as she tiredly leaned her head on his shoulder, making Jin tense as her eyes fluttered shut, immediately falling asleep.

Karma turned to look at them frowning at the sight as a panicked Jin wrapped a blanket around Karma’s exhausted sister, watching in distaste as she snuggled into the blanket and thus into Jin.

Jin caught his eye as Karma sighed, allowing them the moment together, it’s not like she’d actually fall for the guy or anything. He continued his conversation with Luca even allowing Thoma to chime in as the night drew to a close.

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Mortkranken 🏥

“You’ve sprained your leg apprentice, you’re going to have to rest for the day at least…”

Karma grinned sheepishly as Olivia gaped at Yuri.

“Are you saying that oaf sprained my leg from his sheer weight-He’s a twig?!?!”

Olivia couldn’t help but shriek.

Yuri’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance, as he glanced at Karma who winked at him, cheekily waving, as Yuri threw him a disgusting look.

“The great Dr.Yuri Is-“

Jiro interrupted as he brought tea over to the trio.

“The way you fell sprained it, not your brother…but it probably didn’t help.”

He offered Karma tea first which annoyed Olivia further.

“Jiro don’t cut me off.”

Yuri frowned as he and Olivia sipped their tea as Jiro attentively checked over Karma, calloused hands gently tracing over Karma’s arms, neck and face as Karma calmly let him do it. The only reason they were here and not at the other hospital (although Jin did persistently insist the normal one) is 1.olivia needed to make sure Yuri didn’t murder Ritsu whilst she was away. 2.karma was weirdly insistent about wanting to see Jiro. 3.she enjoyed the tea and company, the duo always cheered her up when she was around them.

“Any headaches?”

Jiro asked tapping the back of his neck right where his scar was.

“Nope, all good beautiful.”

He winked at Jiro who just laughed at him as Yuri squawked about client-professionalism, despite the fact he himself hadn’t moved away from Olivia and in fact sat closer to her as he unnecessarily checked over her leg once again.

“Oh?”

Jiro’s face slacked back to its poker face as he looked through Karma and Olivia’s paperwork.

“It was your birthday? Happy birthday.”

He patted Karma on the head as Yuri snapped at him to start an autopsy, seems the anomaly grabbed one last victim before they captured it and he wanted to stop whatever fiasco was occurring before his eyes.

“Apprentice, you can either help with paperwork or-“

Karma frowned grabbing some crutches as he handed him to his sister.

“No fucking way, she’s going home to rest.”

Yuri was about to yell at Karma again, when Jiro placed a hand on his shoulder, the two doctors sharing a silent conversation as Yuri sighed scrambling to pick up the ointments and medication needed for Olivia’s speedy recovery. Thrusting them into Karma’s hands as he swiftly turned and went to join Jiro in the delightful autopsy.

Karma rolled his eyes as the dramatics as he looked down at the meds, eyes widening as a tiny box of tea leaves somehow had fallen into the collection. A tiny note added to it with a blue ribbon:

‘A gift from the great Dr. Yuri Isami.’

He grinned as he smelled the leaves, a mixture of chamomile and lavender, he couldn’t wait to drink it, the tea was much needed after a jam packed two days.

They wobbled back to the cathedral, Karma planning to stay there for the rest of the week to help Olivia catch up with things, if he could he’d be staying there permanently but he knew Leo and Sho wouldn’t give Olivia a day of peace if he lived there, the two always popping in to see him at least once a day or to drag him to help Sho at the truck or with a TikTok.

He was lost In thought when Olivia lightly hit him in the chest, jaw dropped as she stared at the cathedral.

“Yo what the fuck?”

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Jabberwock 🍄🪺🪸

The cathedral was covered in white chrysanthemums, the place literally covered completely from head to toe in the flowers as karma and Olivia gawked in awe.

Haru and Towa stood proudly in front of the cathedral as they approached the siblings.Haru gently taking Olivia in order to protect her from Towa immediately latching himself onto Karma, humming happily as he closed his eyes snuggling deeply into Karma, he giggled wrapping his arms around and started swinging Towa around.

“Camellia~~~ 🎶”

Towa giggled as he dragged Karma to look at the display he and Haru prepared. Keeping an arm locked around Karma’s waist as Karma took what felt like a million pictures of the place looking at both Towa and the house in awe. Haru and Olivia were excitedly chattering to eachother, she slyly handed him a beaded bracelet she got at one of the museum gift shops, it had a singular piece of amber with a bug encased in it. Haru blushed as he gratefully took it, immediately putting it on as he helped her into the cathedral.

Towa wrapped his arms around him again, hands roaming as it felt like he was gently tracing over every bit of Karma’s soul, pink eyes shining up at Karma as he blushed a bright red.

Karma nervously laughed as he brushed a hand through Towa’s hair, it always felt like a predator looking at its prey whenever Towa looked at him like that.

“This my birthday gift?”

Karma gestured to the mountain of flowers.

Towa grinned up at him as Karma gently caressed his cheek with his thumb, Towa leaning into it singing happily as confirmation.

Karma giggled pulling Towa into another hug as Haru and Olivia went inside, Towa and Karma locked arms and followed them, practically skipping into the place full of joy.

There was a huge table prepared with food and the whole place was cleaned up, the roof was fixed, the floors were fixed even the falling apart staircase was rebuilt.

Karma turned to Haru in disbelief as he cackled rubbing the back of his neck as a blush climbed up his neck.

“This was nothing compared to everything’s Oli’s done to help at Jabbers!”

The bracelet gleamed in the sunlight as Olivia had tears in her eyes as she looked around, she tried to blink it away as she abruptly turned to Haru an unreadable look on her face as she launched herself at him burrowing her face in his chest as she mumbled out a plethora of thanks.

Karma smiled at the sweet display as Towa presented a flower for Karma to take a bite out of, he did it immediately, nodding in approval as it actually weirdly tasted decent.

The four ate together before Haru and Towa had to leave, needing to be at Jabberwock as they forced and left behind Ren to look after the Jabberwock. Leaving a blushing Olivia and a smirking Karma as he side eyed Olivia.

“Don’t.”

Karma cackled as he swiftly turned around setting up the laptop and nest for the two of them to chill in.

“I didn’t say anything, big sis”

The evil cackle said otherwise as Olivia slumped into the bed, he put on a crappy horror film as they settled into their nests.

“Did you have a good birthday?”

Olivia asked quietly as the damsel in distress tripped as she ran away from the killer.

“It’s been the best birthday I’ve ever had and ever will have, thank you Lia, I still can’t believe you got the centipede piece.”

He looked at her in disbelief, the painting wrapped carefully awaiting to be put up in his own room as it stayed standing up against a pew.

“You can thank Subaru for that, I’ve been trying to hunt it down for ages but he managed it so quickly…”

A small smile played on her face as Karma bonked himself against Olivia. She sighed as she leaned against him, karma handed her some of the meds getting her to take them as she shuffled into her pillow, ready to crash out as as the past few days finally caught up to her.

“You really are the best sister.”

Karma murmured smiling gently to himself as soft snores filled the room, he put his headphones in as he put on another movie, not just ready to go to sleep yet as he was still reeling from the events of the past few days…

He grabbed a pillow using it to support himself as he scrolled through the pictures of the day, spamming Leo and Sho as warmth spread throughout him.

It really was the best birthday…

[zpl1nt3r3d-b0n3-zhardz]

kiddy/pastel names!!

kip

kippit

kibble

kipple

kipper

kipplet

yip

yipp

doll

dollie

dusk

duskee

pastella

pastel

pastic

kid

kiddie

lou

loui

em

emic

emeric

Dea

deaconi

deaconic

matte

somph

amer

americ

amerrilla

dephel

denxel

Malli

mallow

grell

gelo

jell

jelly

sal

sanny

sonny

shrew

oli

alac

lilian

lilac

lilen

bon

Bonnie

bonet

biscuit

jelly

fizz

fizzle

kandi

pretzel

twinkle

snowdrop

truffle

archie

alfie

bea

bou

wybie

willow

web

webber

zennie

zexilin

tally

taffy

juni

janx

ditzy

dizzy

dezzy

dottie

dottalin

star

starzy

patches

pawett

alice

briar

bermu

cocoa

ecrus

lav

laven

lavender

mist

mint

minty

puff

zircon

battie

zick

honk

hollie

cupid

arlo

mae

maeberry

callioc

chirp

chirpette

cam

lizz

till

tilly

cammet

cavv

merlow

eepit

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hello there! would you mind doing some usernames for "Oliver" or "Oli" and giving them a pastel goth vibe? Thx! <3

you didn't specify a social media, so i'm assuming tumblr

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