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duskthevampqueen · 2 years ago

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Magical First Meeting (Part 1)

Hi! I know I haven't written for a few long time, but I suddenly had inspiration with my previous fantasy creature AU for Blooming Panic! Finally the reader is able to meet the fantasy LIs

Previous posts of this AU:

Fantasy LIs Fantasy LIs First Meets

In this, MC is a magic-user. This one is also only Xyx and Toast because of how long they were becoming and I didn't want to rush Owl's and Quest's.

1.5k words. Enjoy! :)

Xyx

You were most definitely lost.

You could’ve sworn this was a path to the closest village from your cabin out in the woods. You had run out of supplies of the spell that keeps your garden in harvesting year round, and winter was fast approaching. You could see it from the way the nights came sooner, colder and darker with every day.

You had thought that the village was southeast of your cabin, but as the sunlight slowly became dimmer, you had less and less confidence. Especially when it came to the point that you had wished you had brought the lantern that guided you through darkness. It was only a matter of time til you were trying to find a clearing or cave to stay in for the night under the light of the moon.

“You look lost, coming around here.”

You had just gotten near a clearing in front of a cave when you heard the voice come from behind you in the forest. It made you whip around, one hand immediately summoning a flame, something you were hesitant to do beforehand with how little magic you had.

The warm lighting revealed a tall man just a few paces behind you, emerald eyes immediately glinting off the light. His head flinched with the new brightness, causing glimmers across his cheeks and neck, scales reflecting gold.

Dragon shifter.

“I’m not looking for trouble. Just for a place to stay for the night.” You kept your voice strong, holding back the urge to step back. It sent a chill down your spine how close he got before revealing his presence, making you take a glance around to make sure he was the only one.

He held his hands up, tsking softly at your clear guard up. ��Hey, hey, no need to get all skittish. I should be the one on edge, getting real close there.” He nods his head toward the cave behind you.

You took a spare glance back to the cave, looking back to him with suspicion. It took a few moments for it to set in what the cave could be. “....That's a cave you shift or shed in, isn’t it?”

“Who wants to know, hm? You haven’t been the clearest in your intentions here, ya know.”

He had a point.

“... I’m a magic user from the northwest. I was trying to find the nearby village again, as I ran out of supplies for one of my garden spells. I’ve been traveling all day, but I seem to be lost.”

The man snorted a bit, dropping his hands at the same time that he raised an eyebrow, a grin coming to his lips. “The village? The village is a day's trip from here. Must be a terrible liar, or one to forget that the village is a multiple day trip from wherever you’re coming from.”

It hit you when he said the latter option. You had forgotten it was a multiple day walk, because last time you had help from another magic-user that lent you their broom. It had been a half day flight at your novice pace, but a two-day walk.

At seeing your shoulders slump, the man hesitated for a moment before starting to walk towards the cave. “C’mon. I can go one more night without shifting. You’ll owe me some gold though!”

Your eyes widened at such an offer from the shifter, but as you watched him go past towards the cave, you felt a sense of relief. While staying the night with someone you just met for the first time wasn’t the most ideal, being close to a dragon in your favor is the safest.

As you followed behind him, you asked, “What should I call you?”

A hum followed, emerald eyes glancing behind to you. “.... Call me X for now.”

“X? What's with the nickname?”

The grin returned. “What's the fun of giving you info you ask for the first time? You gotta work for it, just like you’ll have to make a pretty good breakfast if you want me to give you a fly to the village tomorrow.”

Oh boy… What had you gotten yourself into?

Toast

It had been a fairly quiet day at the bookshop. With the lack of customers, you had been able to tackle a good portion of the bookshop that you had been putting off since before you could remember.

The previous owner of the shop sold it to you after you had been the only worker there for years, and he had gotten tired of the maintenance that came with the mass of books. Luckily for you, you had your magic on your side, but magic could only do so much against the giant pile of disarrayed books in the far back corner. It seemed like every time you chipped away at it, it became worse.

At sundown now from coming in early that morning, you had been able to get most of the books out of the pile. Repairing damages of such books took just a tap of magic, but also required time, and so did setting them somewhere to be organized later into their already full sections. This also resulted in small stacks of books now being all over the shop. It made you sigh looking down the aisles to see them all about.

Just as you were thinking if maybe this called for the whole shop to be reorganized, the bell above the door rang. The small sound made you perk up from where you had moved behind the counter to sit for a break. You looked over to the door, shocked when you had to look a bit higher than usual to the very tall person who had come in.

“Ah… are you still open…? It looks like you’re cleaning…” They furrowed their brows as they glanced around, and you felt embarrassment that a customer had to see your shop looking a bit like a twister had gone through it.

“Oh yes! I’m sorry for the mess, I’m working on getting through a pile of damaged books, and didn’t realize we’re so overstocked.”

“Oh, I see.” The person’s eyebrows eased, only to furrow again when turning and seeing you. His pale blue eyes seemed to assess you for a moment behind his round glasses, more confused than upset. “Are you the new owner? You don’t look like that old man enough to be his family.”

Surprised by such a direct question and assessment, you nodded. “I was the only worker of the old owner, and he sold it to me. I’ve had it only for a short time.”

“I see.” They walked closer, glancing downward occasionally to make sure they didn't knock over any stacks of books, soft pink-blonde hair only kept back by the braid it was in. The closer they got, the more you had to crank your head back bit by bit, til they were on the other side of the counter. “Can I have your name?”

“No, you can’t, but you can call me [Nickname].” The automatic response surprised both you and him, making him double take. For a moment he looked angry, but then his face started turning pink, anger changing out for embarrassment as he slowly put his head in his hands and bent over the counter.

“Shit… Sorry, I didn't mean to ask it that way. Gods, that was so embarrassing, that's the first rule of asking people their names.” They grumbled before slowly lifting their head to look up to you. “I’m an elf, I promise, but I understand if you still don’t trust me with your name.”

Your eyes widened, waving your hands. “No no, it's okay! It's second nature for me to respond that way, don’t worry.”

He slowly nodded, straightening up and clearing his throat as he looked away. “I’m an old customer. I haven’t been here for a few decades, so I should’ve suspected it would be bought or passed on to someone.”

Decades? They didn’t even look like they had hit 30 yet, the barest hint of stubble on their chin. It was always hard to remember that immortal beings could look so young for so long.

“I appreciate you coming back after so long. What brings you back after all this time?”

“I had moved to a smaller village north of here, but I’ve read all their books in their shop. I was hoping you had some new ones by now…” He took another look around. “But it looks like you need more help organizing.”

You couldn’t help but agree with them. At this pace, it would take you weeks to completely reorganize the whole shop to be able to fit the repaired books, even with your magic.

“Would… you be willing to help out?” At the raised eyebrows you received, you quickly spoke to attempt to explain. “I’m sorry to ask you when we just met, but I have no one else to help me, and you need books to read.”

They looked at you like you were crazy – which, granted, you were when you had never met them before – for a moment before contemplating how much free reading it could mean to help out organize.

“....Alright. I’ll help.”

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skellonovella · 1 month ago

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Random criteria for future reference (maybe)

About the Games themselves:

Whenever I play a visual novel it's mostly to try and cancel the ability for a thought to form, my thoughts are terrifying so it's best to minimize how often they happen.

It's also really difficult to induce (medium to long-term) emotion in me, the only things that can successfully do it are these:

My mother (in an always negative way)

My best friend

My dog

And obviously, me, myself, and I

So when a visual novel can even induce a short-term emotional reaction in me, it deserves to have a lot of recognition. And two of the games that have done it, have it.

The only games to make me feel emotions after playing/seeing it are:

Ending 2/Full bad end in ADWD

Xyx's bad end

And Ikky's route in Star-Crossed Myth

BOTH OF THE BTD GAMES (it was an entirely negative emotion but still!)

A Date With Death and Blooming Panic are fairly popular so they are recognized a lot, but Star-Crossed Myth is (I feel) one of Voltage's least talked about games?? At least from where I've looked, the Tumblr and Pinterest fandoms for it are a lot bigger than the DeviantArt fandom I was looking at a couple years ago. I would check Reddit if it wasn't absolutely scary over there, and I don't even wanna touch Twitter (I'm never calling X, I can't).

Immersion makes me really happy because while having maladaptive daydreaming isn't exactly fun it does help me put myself into the game, kinda. Like make me feel like I wanna be in the story, even if it's uncomfortable. Make me feel the emotions I'm supposed to feel in that situation while playing it.

I also love when a game leaves me wanting to find the fandom for it, it gets annoying when the fandom is harder to find, sure, but when I can find enough content to stave off my thoughts for a few weeks? Perfect.

Perfect Love is one of those games, it barely has stuff on Pinterest but because C4 has Tumblr I can scroll through their blog for like hours and get enough content to not think for a while. I can also feel like I'm Eris which is a plus, even if I wouldn't do anything they do in real life

I also like how big the BP fandom is, cause I can scroll for days on Pinterest and Tumblr and find some amazing content to fuel my Xyx obsession (this man has infiltrated my brain activity).

The Characters:

Speaking of Xyx, I should probably go over what I like to see in characters.

Now I do I do personality or looks/design first... Probably personality since that's more important :)

I really really love yanderes and I actively seek yandere visual novels more than regular ones. Yanderes are just fun, especially when I can mess with them

But I have a specific type of yandere that I like. So not the ones that kill everyone who breathes in your general direction. I like the ones who act like nothing's mentally off with them, I like the yanderes that can as normal as they need to to get MC.

I also like when they don't start out as yanderes or when they aren't as loud about the yandere-ness at first, cause that means that you, the player, can workshop your own yandere in a way.

It's a ginormous part of why I like Perfect Love, you get to mold Milo into whatever you want, cause after you're done you can say "well at least it's not a self insert MC, cause it's not really me." Like I just ruined that man, but the MC is technically their own character, so it wasn't really me.

I absolutely kinda hate the yanderes that are like "I'm going to kill anyone who interacts with you for way too long." It reminds me of Ayano, and while I love YanSim for the nostalgia it gives me, I hate the game and YanDev. So like yanderes like Peter (YB, a game I kinda don't like and creator I also hate) give me that Ayano ick.

As for looks, I'll just give you a list of men. Figure out which aspect of their designs are similar:

Sol (TKATB)

Adam (You and Him)

Nick (SWWSDJ)

Casper (ADWD)

Kai (TOY:BTB)

Andrew (TOY:BTB)

Vince (TOY:BTB)

Tenebris (Duality)

Axel (The Eyes Embrace)

Z (Favor)

[REDACTED] (14DWY)

Ronin (Killer Chat)

If you noticed it, let me know. Anyway, another thing I like love is WHEN THE MEN AREN'T HUMAN. Casper, Z, Tene, Axel, literally all 12 gods in Star-Crossed Myth, Mychael, All the demon brothers in 10DWMD, Mammon, Simeon, and Beel. I like human men, sure, they're cool, but you know what's better than that? A MAN THAT ISN'T HUMAN

Okay rant over, now on to voices (in the case that the game has voice acting). Xyx's voice turns me into a pile of goop, so accents definitely have an effect. The preview that we got for Casper's voice made me wanna act up, so deep voices also have an effect on me. Z's voice also makes me act up (when am I not acting up tbh). I also like nightowl's voice it's just that it doesn't make me act up like how xyx's does.

Speaking of acting up, nicknames can also make me act up. Angel is one of those nicknames, Quest and Micah kinda got me feeling some type of way about it. But bug nicknames are kinda growing on me, thanks Mychael and Zach. Sunshine is a funny one for me cause yes, I do love hearing Casper and Jack saying it, but I'm also the complete opposite of sunshine, I feel like moonlight would fit more, mainly because I'm not as bright as one would think, and also because my name is Luna, so it's funny. Yeah, sure, cheesey, cliche, lovey-dovey nicknames are good too, I just prefer more not traditional ones.

Okay enough about men, I love fictional men but I love women more. There's not enough female lis in visual novels, and almost all the games that do have them I've either played them already or they're on my list of games to play

Some of my favorite female lis are:

Angel (Killer Chat)

Misaki (Killer Chat)

Hana (ALNH)

Notice how that list is 3 women (misaki's nonbin so it barely counts but still) long? Not enough lis. I need more, I'm violently homosexual.

Anyway I also like characters that are nice and sweet and y'know normal but I'm mostly interested in the deranged ones. Speaking of deranged, I get to bring up in more detail how the characters are meant to make me feel.

Prime example for this Ronin, make me have a love/hate relationship with the character. If they can disturb/annoy me to point where I don't like them but still love the character overall just mwah, mwah mwah mwah.

Other characters I do this with are:

Jack (SWWSDJ)

Wyatt (TOY:BTB)

Lawrence (BTD2)

Ren (BTD2)

The Game's Atmosphere:

Now that's just characters, let's talk about the actual games and their atmospheres now.

At the beginning of this post I gave emotions the game overall is supposed to give me, but that with everything working together, not just the specific details.

With atmosphere in games I really love dark and moody aesthetics, or haunting and eerie vibes. It's why I really love horror visual novels, because they can use all different types of horror to disturb you

I also love when the menu also matches the game and isn't just a black thing with the game's name (this really only happens with small short games made for like 1-2 day jams but still)

Routes & Endings:

I love unlockable endings, and I don't just mean "oh be nicer to this character and unlock a different choice" don't get me wrong, I love those but I mean I have to finish every other ending to unlock that ending. That's why I love Himebee's games because a lot of them have that in them

Another thing is I want at least one ending to leave me fucked up, like I said at the beginning, if it can make me feel something, it's amazing.

Miscellaneous

Please please please please please please please please please please please make saves deletable, the amount of games I have where there's just useless saves taking up space because I can't delete them is unbearable

The end! I'm done yapping

#long ass post I'm so sorry

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nemir · 3 years ago

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“do you ever stop?”

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» pairing; xyx x mc

» word count: 1,107 words

» content; heavy angst, relationship problems

» an; an idea that just came to mind, and xyx seemed to fit the bill the most so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ enjoy. EDIT: Because it’s been asked multiple times now, there IS A PART TWO. It’s been out for just as long as this has. Sorry if this sounds rude, just a little frustrating that people don’t take a few seconds to look for it.

It felt like the call had been going on for ages. It seemed to feel that way most nights, as of late. Almost to the point of... not wanting to get in them, in the first place. This lingering, bitter feeling was just welling, constantly gnawing inside. Patience was beginning to shift and twist into apathy.

The night had started like any other night for the two of you; you got online more or less just as xyx was getting ready for his day. The timezone difference had taken some getting used to, but you managed somehow and things worked, mostly. You sat down with a drink and he with his coffee, and joined the private call.

He looked a little less than stellar today. Almost as if he had been up most of the night. Hair more dishevelled than usual, dark circles underneath those usually bright and sparkling sharp green eyes. Your head canted to the side, brows knitting together. "Hey? You okay?"

He shrugged a bit, "'m fine." He mumbled before taking a sip from his mug. "You alright?" He sounded a bit tense, as if anticipating a bad response.

"I mean, I'm alright I guess. Work was work." You chuckled and looked up at your monitor from over the rim of your cup. "But what else is new?"

"Tell me about it." xyx rolled his eyes, and leaned back in his chair with a sigh, thumping against the fabric.

"Oh, well-" and you started. You launched into your day at work; clients being next to impossible, unaware of how anything worked despite them being regulars, your supplier not working with the company in a way that was up to standard, co-workers being shitty for what you assumed to be no reason, your boss - UGH your boss! Promise after promise, broken. Time and time again. Near-daily reminders for things they shouldn't have to be reminded of, despite everyone making sure to remind them. It was never to any avail. "And then, to top it all off-"

"That wasn't an invitation." xyx's eyes were narrowed, a grimace tugging at his lips. He seemed - no, he was definitely annoyed. Almost frighteningly so. There was only one time you had seen him like this, and it was when he found out his client had been lying to him after nearly six months into a huge court case. You stared at the screen, one hand to your chest in shock. “I...” Your words failed you for a moment as you looked, unblinking, at xyx. “I’m.. I’m sorry. You said ‘tell me about it’, so I figured--” “Do you not listen to tone?” His words were coming off a bit more harsh than he had really intended, but he was too far gone to care anymore. He was already here. “It’s a figure of speech. I was agreeing with you, not asking you to open the bloody flood gates.” His arms crossed and his head tilted downward, but his eyes remained focused on the monitor - on you. “You didn’t even bother to ask if it was alright. Hell, you didn’t even ask me about my day.” “I ... didn’t know it bothered you that much. You usually hate it when I ask you anything like that, so I-” “Stopped asking? Stopped caring?” The words were like venom. “Doesn’t mean I never want, or need to vent.” He leaned forward onto his desk, holding his head in his hands. “I don’t give a shit about myself, you’re right. But christ, it’s annoying to hear you go on, and on, and on about yourself, all the bloody time.” You were stunned, to the point of not knowing what to say or do. You sat there, in your chair, staring at the screen - at your boyfriend who, up until now, seemed to be fine. Where did this even come from? It just happened, out of no where! “Xyx, really, if I had known, I would have asked. I wouldn’t have talked your ear off.” “But you didn’t know did you? Why’s that, I wonder?” His hand raked through his hair. “... Because I didn’t ask. I told you, I’m sorry! What can I do to make it up to you?” “For once in your life, shut the fuck up.” The words stung. They bit, and it was hard. Your blood felt like ice in your veins, and you could have sworn your heart had stopped completely. “... What?” “Just stop talking about yourself, for five fucking minutes! You’re absolutely insufferable, d’you know that? I can hardly hear myself think half the time when we talk! You just go on, and on, and on about you, and your job, and your friends and family, and your life, without ever bothering to ask other people what’s going on in their lives, with them! God, it’s infuriating!” He just wouldn’t stop. The words, the vitriol, came spewing forth like a volcano. “I never knew somebody so fucking selfish before, so ... so full of themselves before! I, of all people, should not be saying that.” Was that an attempt at humour to try and smooth things over? No, you highly doubted it. He was stating a fact. Yet still, you sat there in silence, completely frozen. You couldn’t speak, you hadn’t changed position or moved at all. You could feel the anxiety gathering in your feet, itching and urging you to flee from this situation, but you couldn’t. You were stuck right there, in that chair, at your desk, staring blankly at the man you had grown close to, and had come to love over the last few months. At least... You had thought so. Now, you weren’t so sure. All you could do was gape like a fish. “What? Finally out of things to say? There’s a fucking shocker. Seems there’s a first for everything, isn’t there?” He straightened back up, still staring at you through the screen. You could feel the hurt in his words, the way he held himself, the way he was looking at you. It was Cat, who broke the tension, with a muffled meow in the background. Xyx turned his attention away for a moment, before turning to glower back at the screen. “I’m going to work.” --xyx has gone offline-- The call had ended so abruptly - he must have just alt-f4′d the messenger. After a pregnant pause, it hit you. Smacked you right in the face, and the tears welled in your eyes so fucking quick. You broke out into body-wracking sobs, falling forward onto your desk, burying your head into your arms. Fuck.

#blooming panic #bloomic #xyx #blooming panic xyx #angst #oneshot #xyx x reader #xyx x mc #blooming panic fanfic #:)

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covrin-guides · 2 years ago

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Misguided: Blooming Panic Smau - Masterlist

Summary:

Y/n isn't really big on social media. They help out their friends here and there whenever they can. When helping their friend, Big Lady, with a video they meet the famous streamer Xyx. It isn't exactly love at first sight.

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ivyruins · 3 years ago

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I've seen a lot of artists post their beautiful drawings here. As an artist myself and for other artists too, can we perhaps get an LIs reacting to seeing a sketch of themselves in MC's sketchbook? I think it would be such a. Cute little scenario <33333

a/n: this was really sweet!! I myself am an artist as well, so this was very fun to write :)) made it different for each boy because I know people react differently to someone else seeing their drawings + accommodates a few different types of art. enjoy!

+ really restraining myself here because I love writing it intimate and emotional, but xyx would definitely pull a "okay I like it picasso"

Li's reacting to seeing a drawing of them

Nightowl (sketch/doodle)

your current sketchbook had been nightowl's notebook. he had only used a little bit of it before he didn't need it anymore, so you had stole took it for your own sketches.

he had found it laying down on the bed once. (you hadn't scribbled out his name at the front, instead added a '+ y/n!' right after his name. he beamed). he had picked it up to see some of his old notes, skimming through his old (dreadful) handwriting from back when he was still in school, until he stopped at a page.

his eyes widened when he sees himself in your artstyle. he knew you were into drawing, but he didn't know you drew anything else besides doodles of the bloomic characters, but here it was. a sketch of him, with his eyes closed and mouth opened in a smile you told him how much you loved, and a little speech bubble beside him that read "cutie <3 "

nightowl literally takes a picture so he could have it saved in his phone. he doesn't even tell you he saw it, but the next time you opened the book to continue drawing, you'd find a little sticky note on the page you drew him.

saw your drawing, you're so talented! I love you so much <33!!

Quest (digital art)

you sneak glances at quest, who was busy typing away at an email from his laptop. working from home had worked in your favor. you had been trying to draw quest for a while now, and this proved to be a perfect opportunity to do so. unfortunately, your boyfriend had superhuman peripheral vision, and he starts to become suspicious of you sneaking glances at him.

to be fair, you weren't even being subtle about it. you'd look up at him, look back down to fix a tiny detail, then look back up. it didn't take a genius to know what you were doing, but quest pretends not to know. at least until you were finished. it was easier this way. he could concentrate, and you could work with it.

he fights the urge to chuckle at your concentration, though. he finds your annoyed huffs and scrunches of your nose to get the detail down just right absolutely adorable.

you didn't show him afterwards, and he let it go. he didn't want to force you to show him what you made, but it did make him deflate a little, thinking you had given up on it.

the next day he opened his laptop, he finds a print with your unmistakable signature in the corner, and a little heart next to it. a smile made its way to his face, as he sticks the print on the wall where his work was.

he calls you afterwards, and you could tell how much he loved it from the affection in his voice.

NakedToaster (traditional art)

"you can't not show me, you drew me didn't you?" toast asks, voice gentle with an edge. you could tell his curiosity was getting to him, "I've seen your art before, and i love it."

you sigh lightly, slowly giving in, "art is subjective,"

"I have good taste, then." he replies, as if that doesn't dismiss the meaning of subjective, and gently pries your book from your hands because they knew you wouldn't give it yourself. he did it slowly, though, as if he was giving you a chance to pull it away from him if you really didn't want to. you let him.

he takes a look at your drawing; pencil smudged to shade, sharp strokes blending with duller ones, his hair was unkempt, his glasses askew. you didn't draw him like a portrait to be hung, but more of a photograph for yourself. it was him; your toast. the one only you get to see, with his bed hair during gaming and his cheeks dusted red from small compliments. it felt personal, and he could read your admiration just by looking at it.

"you don't have to pretend," you say, rubbing your forearm when he was silent for a beat too long, taking it negatively, "its okay if you don't-,"

"its- its beautiful." he blurts, wanting to immediately dismiss your bad thoughts. his eyes remain on the drawing, sheepish at his sudden admission, but it was evident that he was being honest. you knew him, and you knew he doesn't lie, "i love it. I love you. so stop thinking so low and start giving yourself more credit,"

you sigh earnestly, feeling a heavy weight lifted off your shoulders as you lean into him.

Xyx (painting)

the paining of xyx and cat sat on top of the easel. you had spent a good amount of time on it, and now, stepping back to examine the final product, you smiles, satisfied.

it was absolutely perfect. there were a few bumps during it, but you had managed to cover them with little decorations. you had turned wrong brush of color beside cat into a leaf, and now you had decorated the background with different types of plants you had in your home. it was like a family portrait, you, xyx, cat and your beloved plants.

you hear the door open from behind you. you didn't have to look back to see who it was. the soft murmur of "jesus," followed by the feeling of his palm on your shoulder confirmed it was none other than your lover.

you hadn't realized it yet, but cat had slipped in just as the door closed, and once you noticed the little feline, it had already stepped on the splattered paint on the floor, paws on your canvas.

"you little troublemaker!" you laughed, pulling cat away before the whole easel was ripped to shreds, "look at you, taking all the credit," you chuckled, looking at the small paw in blue paint at the corner of your canvas that cat left, right over where your signature was.

"looks like I got cat's approval," you grinned up to your boyfriend who was still admiring the painting from afar, "did I get yours?"

"you're fucking amazing," he mused, walking over to place a kiss on your forehead. you got your answer.

#blooming panic #nightowl #xyx #quest #nakedtoaster #I started off writing this as a reaction... and it gradually got longer ehe #this is pretty self indulgent. I'm probably toast's mc in this #toast would grab the nearest metal pipe and smash your small self esteem because he Loves You (trademarked) and he'd never lie #I feel like something is off with this one so I'm posting it before I stare at it too long #I hope it's okay :'))!#blooming panic x reader

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el-dritchknight · 2 years ago

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Paper Rings > Onion Rings

Title: Paper Rings > Onion Rings Fandom: Blooming Panic (visual novel) Summary: It's nightowl vs onionthief 2.0 - but this time, in DND. Will nightowl succeed in winning LovelyLola's love? Will the party find their way through onionthief's lair? Will onionthief manage to evade his taxes?

(a post game fic where the Bloomic server people have fun and nightowl gets super fruity with MC.)

Characters | Ships: Main Character/nightowl, literally everyone in a chaotic dnd sesh Notes: for robobarbie's fic craffle thing on the server! MC/Reader's name isn't specified + i use they/them pronouns and call them by the default username, LovelyLola.

It was a battle that the Bloomic Battalion hadn’t seen before.

Literally. Dense fog covered the castle courtyard, hiding entrances and enemies alike. Though he knew he had his friends’ support, Nightowl tightens his grip on his dagger. “We have to get inside, like, right now! Can yo—ugh!”

From the mist, a small, bulbous creature came forth and knocked itself against Nightowl's left shoulder. His right hand darts out and slices through it. A rancid stench stung his eyes, but Nightowl pushes past it, peering through the veil of tears to finally see the form evil took.

Two’s jaw dropped. “Wait, are those… actual onions?”

Read the rest on Ao3!

#blooming panic #bloomic #nightowl #nightowl x mc #nightowl x reader #blooming panic visual novel #nakedtoaster #xyx #quest #onionthief #june #biglady #two2 #salocin #el writes

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jamulting · 2 years ago

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GN!MC x Xyx drabble

Note: I haven't written anything in a long time, and this is my first time for the Bloomic fandom. I love seeing everyone else's posts though and was inspired to try!

Cat curls into your lap, and a smile tugs on your lips. You don’t mind the extra warmth Cat brings – even if it comes in the steady weight of a glare.

“Traitor.”

Lifting your gaze, you’re greeted by Xyx leaning in the doorway. One arm rests between his head and the wooden frame, a smirk decorating his face.

A grin sets on yours. “I guess it’s settled.”

“Oh?” Raising a brow, he pushes off the wall, drawing towards you. “About what, babe?”

“Cat thinks I’m the prettier one.”

“How can I object to that?”

#blooming panic xyx #bloomic #xyx #blooming panic xyx x mc #mine: fic #bp xyx

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grapecaseschoices · 3 years ago

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Because I have Bloomic MC Brainrot ...

i started musing about what my MCs call their partners when mentioning them to other people; then it extended to a couple of my other modern games.

Blooming Panic.

Alana (refers to NT as): Partner.

Zuriel (refers to NO as): Boyfriend

Lala (refers to xyx as): Signficant Other

DeAnte: This is QUEST, my --- (Typically Partner). But among familiars it is definitely boyfriend.

KOTSAM

Irvin (refers to Leon as): Boyfriend

Emile (refers to Cressida as): Girlfriend or Partner

Nicola (refers to Yakov by): His name. But occasionally boyfriend.

Kendis: Whatever irritates Cyrus. But boyfriend, my boo, my significant one.

TWC:

Kai: This is Natalie (it’s about the tone). Partner.

Pierre (refers to Felix as): Boyfriend

Tareq (refers to Ava as): My dear one. (Yes, he’s always flirting with Ava even when she’s not there. He just knows she’ll know.)

Andy (refers to Mason by): His name. (Another it’s about the tone). Live-In Lover

Kendis: This is Nate ... he’s. Nate. (Their significant one as well. Eventually.) Though in the distant future: This is my romantic best friend Nate and our mutual platonic best friend Adam.

Val (refers to Adam as): Oh. That pain in my ass? Yeah, he’s with me.

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mysilaan · 7 months ago

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HEADCANON REQUESTS FRENCH

Hello tout le monde 🍒

J’appréhende un peu mais bon…

J’ai décidé en fin de compte, à dédier ce blog à mes écrits, et plus particulièrement sur mes headcanons 🌷

Voici une liste de jeux sur lesquels je fais des headcanons :

⭐Blooming Panic

⭐The Arcana

⭐Touchstarved

⭐Amour Sucré (New Gen inclus)

Je prends toutes vos propositions de headcanons dans la boîte à questions !! Mais il y a quelques règles que je vous prie de prendre en compte avant…

❌Je ne prends aucune proposition en dehors des quatres jeux de ma liste pour le moment.

❌Je ne prends pas de propositions NSFW. Je peux écrire du soft NSFW mais rien de trop explicite.

❌Si je considère une proposition inappropriée, je me réserve le droit de l’ignorer et la supprimer.

⚠️POUR THE ARCANA

Je ne prends pas de headcanons sur Portia pour le moment étant que je n’ai pas encore fait sa route. (Promis je m’y met vite)

⚠️POUR AMOUR SUCRE

Je ne prends pas de propositions de headcanon sur Armin HSL (UNIQUEMENT) car je n’ai pas joué à sa route. Je n’en prends pas non plus pour Eric, cette fois-ci car il s’agit simplement d’un personnage que je n’apprécie pas (je peux cependant prendre des requête de angst writing…)

Si vous souhaitez vous renseigner sur ce que j’écris, mon compte wattpad est joint à mon linktree dans ma bio. Certains de mes écrits ne correspondent plus trop à ce que j’aime faire mais cela peut vous donner un aperçu en attendant que je poste ici ⭐

J’ai hâte de recevoir vos propositions 💖

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a-rat-who-writes · 7 months ago

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This is a Vacation Account

Hey y'all I'm so so so grateful people still interact with my account despite not posting much. I would say this has gotta be a summer account or something because there is just too much going on in a school week because I genuinely am horrible at time management. Feel free to give me prompts I can write for OLBA, Blooming Panic, or other familiar games or shows. I'll try to repost other stuff in the meantime! As always have a good day!

#our life #our life beginnings & always #cove holden #cove james holden #our life beginnings and always #our life cove #cove our life #blooming panic #cove x mc #blooming panic nakedtoaster #nakedtoaster #bp nightowl #bp quest #blooming panic nightowl #blooming panic xyx #blooming panic quest #bloomic

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digitalideae · 3 years ago

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Sea, Marry Me (P2; Xyx/Fem!MC FF)

Here’s Part 2 to Sea, Marry Me! This is raunchy as hell. NSFW. Look away if you don’t want to read it. Other than that, enjoy!

MC tops Xyx before he pulls out the Uno reverse card :) That is all I will say.

Turns out that Xyx made reservations at a hotel not too far away from the beach, so in typical Xyx fashion, he carries you all the way there much to your embarrassment. You know he gets a rise out of hearing you cry out in protest, watching you squirming in his arms as the blush on your face darkens. You don’t think it’s fair that he gets to treat you like this, teasing you until you’re left a total, flustered mess.

Maybe it’s time for some payback.

You laugh to yourself, prompting Xyx to stop and cast his gaze downwards. “What’s so funny, doll?” he asks.

“Oh nothing, nothing,” you deflect, waving a hand dismissively. “Just remembering some things.”

He eyes you suspiciously before shaking his head. “Whatever you say then, baby,” he says, giving you a quick kiss on the forehead before continuing the walk back to the hotel.

A couple of hotel patrons give you odd looks when you enter the hotel’s grand lobby, but Xyx seems unfazed. He walks up to the receptionist and gives them one of his billion-dollar smiles. The receptionist chuckles at the sight before them and looks down at their computer.

“Ah, do you have a reservation?” they ask, to which Xyx nods in response.

“Yeah, under the name ‘Xyx,’” he says. “X-y-x.”

The receptionist looks up the reservation on their computer before opening a drawer and taking out a keycard. They had it over to you, seeing as Xyx has his hands full. “If you need anything, please give us a call.”

Xyx thanks the receptionist before walking away. He looks at you curiously. “What’s our room number, love?” he asks.

You look at the keycard. “Room 1430,” you reply.

He gives you another kiss on the forehead. “Thanks, hun.”

—

The two of you end up in your hotel room a few minutes later. You marvel at how large it is. Sure, this wasn’t your first time in such a fancy-looking hotel room, but you couldn’t help but be fascinated at the grandeur. The hotel and the room had an air of class to them— Xyx hated those tacky hotels, the ones that tried too hard. You couldn’t blame him, though. His work as an entertainment lawyer meant that he had to host meetings with A-list clients, which also meant that he couldn’t afford to recommend bad hotels during their stay.

He makes a beeline for the bed and finally sets you down gently. This has got to be one of the more comfier hotel beds you’ve slept on; you feel like you’ll sink into it if you aren’t careful enough. He looks at you lovingly, cupping your cheek with his hand. You close your eyes and nuzzle into his palm. It’s warm. You feel happy and safe. He leans in and plants a soft kiss on your lips. You respond in kind, wrapping your arms around him and returning the kiss. He climbs on top of you, deepening the kiss as his hands start exploring other parts of your body.

He doesn’t know what you plan on doing to him though— there’s no way you’re gonna let his teasing go unchecked tonight. Not a chance.

It takes all the strength you have to roll over, before pinning Xyx down with your body. You pull away and shoot him a triumphant smirk. He’s caught off guard, but amused at the same time. He lets out a low whistle, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. He’s trying to act nonchalant, but the blush on his face is all that you need to convince you otherwise.

“Mm? And what are you trying to do, you little minx?” he asks, his accent showing through at his pet name for you.

You’re determined not to get caught in his web for now. Undeterred, you lean in close to his ear. “You,” you breath out, before nibbling his ear playfully.

At the corner of your eye, you notice his own eyes widen in surprise. You’re tearing down his defenses. There’s something about the thought that raises your confidence and you find yourself leaning back to look at him once more. His face is flushed with a deep shade of red and his eyes are still wide, but surely he can get more flustered than that, can’t he?

You sit on his lap and run your hands all over his chest, before resting atop his necktie. You start untying it slowly, watching as the man, who usually pushes your buttons, gets his own buttons pushed. You lean in close, listening to his shallow, rugged breathing as you shower his jaw with light, delicate kisses. He bites his lip, stifling a moan. You wonder if there are other sounds he’s been hiding from you. Pulling away, you tug on the necktie and hold it up in front of him before tossing it to the side. It lands a few inches away.

“Now that the tie’s gone,” you say, unbuttoning his dress shirt. “I can turn my attention to other places.”

He watches you as your hands make quick work of his shirt, revealing his bare chest. You run your hands all over his chest once more, smirking when Xyx shudders at your touch. It’s clear to both parties that you’re enjoying the power you hold over him. Hell, Xyx would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying you taking control. He’ll have to double down on the teasing from time to time if it means you’ll be dominating him in bed.

You lean in close and seal his lips with a kiss as your hands squeeze his chest roughly. He lets out a muffled moan as he snakes his arms around your waist, but you pull away abruptly. He whines softly and sends a pout your way.

“Doll,” he groans. You smile and shake your head. “You aren’t allowed to touch me without my permission, doll,” you say sternly, using his nickname for you against him.

He barely has time to react when you raise his arms over his head, restraining his wrists with his necktie. Satisfied, you look at him once again. You cup his cheek in your hand and rub it with your thumb.

“Now, are you gonna be good for me?” you ask. He nods, but that’s not enough for you. You want a vocal response. You shake your head and click your tongue as your other hand starts running down his chest.

“Use your words, baby,” you whisper. “Are you gonna be good for me?”

“Y-Yes,” he manages to breathe out. You plant a quick kiss on his lips as a little reward.

“Good boy,” you sigh happily. Xyx’s just glad that you can’t hear how fast his heart is beating right now.

You leave a trail of kisses down from his lips, to his jaw, stopping at his neck. You wonder if his neck is as sensitive as yours. You decide that it’s time that he gets a little payback for littering your neck with hickeys every time you have sex. You plant a gentle kiss on the crook of his neck, and he responds by letting out a soft moan. His breathing is more shallow than before, and you plant another kiss on the same spot, before sucking on it gently. You feel him shiver and struggle against his bindings as you suck harder, wanting to leave that spot nice and tender. You stop and pull away once you think you’ve left a clear enough mark.

You take a few seconds to listen to his whimpers, his erratic breathing as you’re teasing him. It feels really fucking good being on the giving end of things instead of the other way around. You really need to top him more— it’s rare for you to be in control in bed; you just want to make Xyx feel as good as he makes you feel. You move onto another area and repeat the process, leaving another hickey in your wake. When you mean you want him to get payback for how he leaves your neck marked with hickeys, you mean it.

His moans fill the large, lavish room as you leave traces of yourself all over his neck. You lean back and look at him once again. Besides the new marks on his neck, his eyes are half-closed, his cheeks are still a dark red, and his mouth is slightly agape as his shallow breaths escape his lips.

“You’re so cute when you squirm,” you breathe out, moving up to quickly kiss him on the lips once more before readjusting yourself so you’re face-to-face with his chest.

You run circles around one of his nipples and position your lips close to the other, blowing air on it. He lets out a particularly loud moan when you do that, and you feel him squirm against you again. You lick his nipple and blow on it once more, chuckling to yourself as it hardens. You start sucking on it as you pinch his other nipple, twirling it around your fingers.

“Fuck, baby,” he moans, balling his hands into fists as he squirms at your touch. “You’re driving me nuts, here.”

You stop sucking and look at him, smirking. “Good.”

You continue licking and sucking on his nipple, though you begin guiding your hand down his chest. Your hand stops on top of his pants and after some struggle, unzips the zipper. You slip your hand down his pants, slowly rubbing his shaft through his boxers. You can feel his cock getting harder as you keep rubbing him.

You pull away and sit on his chest as you continue teasing him. You watch as his eyelids start fluttering and his moans grow louder. You’re unable to take it at this point; you take your hand out and move down, sitting on top of his crotch. You lean back and steady yourself with one hand while the other one hikes your skirt up. You start grinding against him, closing your eyes as your moans join his own. He grinds his hips roughly— he’s needy and desperate for more of you. There was no use hiding it anyway. You’re as needy as he is. You stop abruptly and move back up, sitting on top of his chest again. That is, until you get an idea. You’ve never actually tried it before, but fuck it, you’re going all the way now.

You take your panties off and toss them aside, then move up a little so you can, well, sit on his face. Before you do, however, you free him from his restraints and toss away the tie. He grips your thighs as you hold the headboard and lower yourself, making sure that Xyx is still able to breathe. You feel his tongue running up and down your slit, sending chills down your body. Your grip on the headboard tightens as he starts flicking his tongue, prompting you to let out an involuntary moan. You’re hit with a wave of pleasure as his tongue works its way up your slit and works its magic on your clit. He sucks on it gently, before flicking his tongue on it once more.

He tightens his grip on your thighs, squeezing them roughly as he continues eating you out. Now you’re the one that’s wrapped around his finger, filling the room with all sorts of different sounds. His own moans are muffled for obvious reasons, but the vibrations send you into a frenzy.

You finally get back up. He pulls you down to his chest giving you his trademark smirk. If you weren’t so fucking horny you would’ve shot back with a quip, but all you can think of is him inside you.

“Had your fun, sweetheart?” he asks, eyeing you curiously. His lips and the surrounding areas are wet from eating you out— you think it’s hot, but you roll your eyes at his snarky attitude.

“Shut up,” you huff, much to his amusement. He moves his hands from your thighs to your waist.

“Oh doll,” he purrs, gripping your waist. He repositions himself on top of you and breathes down your neck. “You don’t get to do that anymore.”

You gulp nervously as his hands move from your waist to your top, taking it off. He also takes your bra off and discards both to the floor, revealing your breasts. He smiles evilly, leaning in and taking a nipple in his mouth as his hand squeezes your other breast. He doesn’t take long, however, as he quickly pulls away and turns his attention to your neck. Licking his lips, he grins widely.

“I’ll give you as much hickeys as you’ve given me,” he states. “It’s always better whenever we match.”

He proceeds to attack your neck with a flurry of kisses, making good on his promise and following each kiss with a hickey. By the time he’s finally finished his assault on your neck, you wince slightly as a dull pain shoots up. Nothing you’re not used to, at least. You’re gonna need to cover that up with makeup in the morning— but then you realize the only thing you had on you was your phone and the house keys. You take respite in the fact that Xyx will have to hide his as well, at least.

Once he’s satisfied, he leans back to admire his masterpiece— you, underneath him, reduced to a flustered mess.

He removes his pants and boxers and tosses them aside, revealing his thick, hard cock. You bite your lip at the sight and shyly cross your legs. He smiles warmly at you, rubbing your thigh in a soothing manner.

“Do you want me to put it in?” he asks gently. You nod eagerly and he chuckles, before squeezing your thigh in reassurance. “Okay then, now be a good girl and spread those legs for. me.”

You obey, spreading your legs wide enough for him to position himself comfortably in between. He guides his cock and pushes himself in you before stopping and giving you time to adjust to his size. He waits for a few moments to make sure you’re comfortable before moving, thrusting his hips slowly at first. Eventually, he builds up into a steady rhythm, planting his hands onto the bed to keep himself steady. He peppers you with kisses as he fucks you, whispering sweet nothings as each thrust gets him deeper and deeper inside you.

You’re nearing your orgasm as he hits your sweet spot repeatedly. Throwing your head back against the soft pillows, you warn him about your impending orgasm, and begging him to fill you up with his seed. He orgasms first, moaning your name and thrusting a few more times as he shoots his seed inside you and fills you up, just like you asked. He collapses on top of you. Your eyes flutter shut as you reach your own orgasm, his name escaping your lips softly. Exhausted, he pulls out. He pulls you in for a gentle kiss, happiness etched in his face.

“I didn’t know you were that naughty, doll,” he teases, earning him a small smack on the ass from you. He laughs, kissing the tip of your nose. “Sorry, I can’t help myself around you. You’re just so adorable.”

You sigh and laugh, shaking your head as you curl up in his arms. “I guess that means I’ll be in control more, then.”

“I guess it does,” he hums, holding you tight. “I love you. So fucking much.”

You smile as you close your eyes, sleep finally taking over. “And I love you too, Xyx.”

#blooming panic #bloomic #bp #blooming panic xyx #bloomic xyx #bp xyx #xyx #xyx x reader #i love that xyx is a switch #mc is also a switch #you’re both switches #xyx gets a nice treat #yum

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duskthevampqueen · 3 years ago

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Xyx Hires a Secretary

Two posts in one day? Amazing.

Ello ello and welcome to my brain rot about Xyx hiring a secretary. I'm thinking about making it a short series and this being the first part, but I might not depending on how well this is received. Keep in mind I have just barely more than basic knowledge about lawyers.

MC in this is not a finance worker, but instead an experienced secretary

Gender Neutral Reader x Xyx

Xyx had been having troubles at work recently. It felt like no matter how he tried, he couldn’t get everything straight. Everything was meant to have its place, but it’s as if there was an explosion in his office recently and everything was in the last place it was supposed to be in. He asked all his coworkers if they knew anything of what happened within his office, but they were all struggling themselves.

After some time, it came out that an intern decided to rearrange everyone’s office. Without telling anyone. Then go on vacation. Of course the intern wasn’t fired, but they did get a strong scolding when returning to the firm after their vacation. Everyone had setbacks in their cases and constant mix ups now.

Xyx seemed to be struggling the most. He didn’t know if it was because the intern didn’t particularly like him rejecting them when they asked him out previously – he was still tempted to take that to HR – but it felt like he could never get his papers and records in their proper places again. It wasn’t until he started to find that case papers were starting to be mixed between files did he report it, and then start looking for a secretary.

He hated this part of the job. Xyx would have to rely on someone else this way, which he hated to do. While he was friendly with those in his firm, he was known to be a lone wolf. He had to be, in this career. Working with others meant having to rely on promises, on someone’s word, on someone else’s gut. He didn’t even trust his own clients at times, why would he trust another lawyer who could screw up the entire case thinking they were doing right?

Once he had posted the job offer with permission from the firm, he started analyzing every resume he came across. He needed the most ideal person he possibly could find in a short notice. He didn’t know how much longer he could go with his office being like this, even with the intern now being fired for their inappropriate behavior, allowing him to get at least the sections fixed without worry of it being fucked up again.

Then he came across the perfect resume. Experience in secretary positions, flying color reviews from those previous positions, including even an experience of being a secretary to a lawyer that retired last year. It appeared they had been assisting firms with smaller things while looking for a permanent position since the lawyer’s retirement. Wasn’t too old to be stuck in old times, and wasn’t too young to be a novice or doe eyed.

Xyx’s brows furrowed as he learned closer to his computer, wondering how the hell they hadn’t been hired by anyone else until now. Any lawyer looking for a secretary would be ecstatic to have this resume come across their desk in time of need. He opened up the cover letter attached and as he read, started to understand.

Mr. [REDACTED], I am hoping you will read this letter to its fullest. I also hope you forgive, or appreciate, any unprofessional wording done within this letter.

When looking into your case work, I can see you do wonderfully considering the amount of shit you’re given. I also know you treat everyone with equal respect, but refuse time and time again to hire a secretary. Considering you’re now looking for one, there's two things that could’ve happened.

The first is that you got tired of the lone wolf routine you have. Got tired of the long hours, and wish to push the work onto someone else for once. Take a backseat in the work, per se. I highly doubt this is what caused the job posting, but even if it is, consider this resume mute.

I am tired of working for people who do not respect me for my hard work. I am tired of being surrounded by those who do not realize how important secretaries are, yet at the same moment give me all the work they do not understand or do not wish to do. I’m not even given a proper introduction most of the time, I’m just called “my secretary”. I will not be “my secretary” for anyone else.

The second option is that shit hit the fan and you couldn’t handle it alone, no matter how much you tried. Probably took quite a while to wear you down before you got to that point, but you still got to that point. Now you’re looking for the perfect secretary, or the closest thing to perfect, as you won’t settle for anything less even in a time of need.

If you’re even reading this, it means I’m the ideal secretary for you. If you’re going to treat me as your equal, these are my available interview times.

Right below Xyx read a little chart of available times within the next two weeks, and a sprawling e-signature.

They certainly are bold. Xyx thought, sitting back in his seat as he glanced over the letter a few more times. Bold is good. But they must’ve gone through some deep levels of shit for them to do this in a direct cover letter like this.

After some thinking, he decided that he would schedule the interview and see how everything went. He looked over the availability schedule, and decided it would be best to email them immediately. He was ecstatic when he got an email in return confirming the appointment within the work day.

The interview day came quicker than he expected. He had cleared a couple hours from his schedule just in case he needed to show the interviewee around the firm, around his office, all that sort. He also made sure to finish his work well before the scheduled time, as he had a gut feeling that if he had them wait even five minutes, they would walk out.

Xyx wasn’t exactly in the position to give up such a perfect interviewee, especially when he didn’t make any other interviews. Against his usual gut feeling, he put all his eggs in one basket. But from the way he was tempted to frame that cover letter and hang it up in his office, it would be the best basket he’s ever come across.

He only slightly regretted setting up the interview when he recognized them immediately as the most recent addition to the Blooming Panic server.

#bloomic #blooming panic #blooming panic xyx #bp xyx #fanfic #bloomnini #secretary #lawyer #x reader

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