love is blue.

oc & canon multi, by kat.

[heartbloomd]

oc & canon multi, written by kat (they/them, 25+). carrd.

↳ tags : about posts. memes. starter calls. open starters.

↳ muse tags.

original : kirika iketani. pyrrha braun. sapphira larimar. laire aurelius. akane akamine. junior. inari okami. lyra van astraea. tzaphkiel. vivi. saga kuye. nona blanc. sanae agano. kotone furuya. les patton. asher gray. fane vasile. canon : polka shinoyama. kyouka izumi. percy shelley. arthur pendragon. guinevere. firo prochainezo. yuki sohma. tsukasa suou. eichi tenshouin. himeru. kanao tsuyuri.

↳ fandom verses.

bungou stray dogs : kanao.

hunter x hunter : kyouka.

kimetsu no yaiba : kirika. kyouka.

[entreri]

The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

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from @vulpesly : After a very important mission that involves raiding the armory, Morgana has acquired a helmet (a few sizes too large), a black cloak (many sizes too large), and a wooden training sword (just the right size for a young prince). All of these are necessary tools so that he can take up a position outside Arthur’s door, waiting for the king’s eventual return, so that Morgana can proclaim as fiercely as he can manage, “none shall pass!”

As important a mission as an adolescent knight can be reasonably trusted with. Training alone can only carry him so far without practical experience—-for better or worse, it's best for Morgana to learn that the world won't show him mercy, no matter how kind Arthur treats him; he must experience combat against someone who intends to follow through, not stop short of hurting him like the king does during their sparring matches.

But this one hadn't been that treacherous, carefully selected from a handful of options. Now, the prince can enjoy some silliness as a reward. As he slows to a stop, Arthur glances both ways down the hall to ensure no one else is around before he allows his mouth to curve into a smile—-swiftly stifled in order to play his role appropriately.

"I have no quarrel with you, good Sir Knight," the king replies, authoritative and firm. "But I must cross this bridge."

[vulpesly]

"Yeah, I'm free, I'm free!" He's definitely not free, there's a pile of paperwork waiting for him and he owes at least two mission summary reports before combat training this afternoon. But it's easy for Haruki to forget about boring work when there's something more interesting being offered.

Before anything resembling a sense of duty can assert itself, Haruki is on his feet. He bounces in place, clearly eager to follow, or start, or whatever it is Kyouka has planned--but having no idea what the next steps are, he's left with trying to contain his excitement instead. Learning how to stab Jono? This is going to be fun! "You've gotta be pretty strong, huh? Jono's really hard to land a hit on with his Ability, but you can, and you're not even a Hunting Dog!"

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In her case, it's largely speed and technique rather than strength—-Kyouka is a young girl, after all, and in no way genetically modified to surpass an average human's abilities. Besides that, she's been specially trained in assassination, so she finds ambushes easier than someone who mostly fights in a straightforward manner, for example.

All of that said, when it comes to landing a hit on a target like Jono, it helps to have a minimum of three swords at one's disposal.

Kyouka nods and leads the way out to the training field that's been recently spattered with blood. She stops and stares at the stain, uncertain how to proceed since she's never acted as an instructor before. After some consideration, she turns and faces the puppy. "...see if you can dodge this."

Before the words are fully out of her mouth, Demon Snow materializes behind him for a surprise attack, sword glistening in the afternoon sunlight; because this isn't Jono, she'll stop short of actually injuring him, if necessary.

[raingoesup]

[incertion]

@heartbloomd 🪽

[vulpesly]

When he stops to think about it, nothing Guinevere tells him is all that surprising. Not really. Part of him had hoped Arthur would burn all his belongings to ash, maybe then the king could have a fresh start with the old ties gone, with better people to support him like Guinevere. But then another part of Mordred dreaded that happening because a clean break would mean Arthur--and now Guinevere once again--being gone from his life for good.

If he weren't so indecisive, if he weren't such a coward...

When Mordred lifts his head, it's to give Guinevere a tired smile as he leans into her hand. "Thanks for the offer, but I think... whatever Arthur's done with my room, let it stay that way." At this point, whatever its state, it is more grave than living space, disturbing it wouldn't feel right.

"But you know, it was a lot easier to convince myself what I needed to, when I wasn't being given all the information." The only kinds of lies Mordred has ever been good at telling are the ones he tells himself. In contrast, Guinevere has proven to excel at shining a light on them, making the truth difficult to avoid when it's in front of him plain as day. And he loves her for it regardless of how uncomfortable that light may be.

It's that affection that compels him to take her hand then, a gentle, chaste kiss placed upon fingers. A gesture befitting a knight to his queen. "Sorry for making you get stuck in the middle of this mess. Still, I am really glad to have you in my life again."

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"Ignorance is bliss, and all that nonsense." Guinevere's expression softens at his response, melancholy replaced by her usual smile. She wonders if that applies to the other knights—-if they're better off never knowing about their false memories, their false bonds. Just because she (and Dagonet) proved strong enough to handle the truth, it could still drive others insane. Although... by now, they have more real memories than fake ones, so perhaps that would help? "But if that's your decision, we'll leave it be. I wasn't looking forward to asking Arthur about it anyway."

Recent revelations have created some awkward tension between them as the king recontextualizes ever interaction they've ever had; she's certain it won't last much longer, however. Arthur has a soft spot for her, and this hasn't dulled his affection—-maybe it'll even increase now that he understands she's been acting of her own free will the entire time. Now that he has no reason to feel guilty and restrained.

But that's not a subject Mordred needs to hear about, so she brushes such thoughts away for the time being.

Then she chuckles. "The mess is a small price to pay for spending time with my best friend. I've always put myself in the middle willingly, have I not?" From the start, she helped him and Arthur sneak around and spend time together, to prevent the other knights from driving a wedge between them. "There's no need to apologize for that. It's what friends are for, yeah?"

[vulpesly]

Who is this strange girl... He's starting to get nervous with the way she's staring at him, especially while he's still stuck in this pit with dusk approaching. The last thing he needs is his fox fire on full display while he's vulnerable and trapped.

Play it cool, Liekki, she's just a kid, kids can be distracted easy--

"Ah, that? That's just a little sample of the kinds of trinkets I make, see? You know how those RGB lights are all the rage these days? I like my lights a little softer, so I craft items like so to sell folks. Wanna see a finished piece?" He hopes his little spiel will distract her enough to ignore that the fragments of light in question flitting around him don't have any obvious source. For good measure, Liekki begins to rummage through his bag. A few of his creations are broken, but he sets them aside to be repaired later, instead pulling out a miniature lantern that's unharmed.

He holds this up for the girl to see the rosy pink light dancing inside. "Pretty, isn't it? Help me out of here and it's yours. For half price?"

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Liar. Kyouka's spent enough time around ability users that she doesn't believe such excuses so easily, and she can tell the difference between natural and supernatural. But it's only natural that people like them don't reveal their powers to any passing observer—-there's no end to the amount of trouble such a decision can cause. A nefarious organization will take advantage of powers capable of causing harm, and governments perform shady experiments all over the world.

So she doesn't call him out on the obvious lie, and she accepts the distraction. That is a pretty lantern, as a matter of fact; however, it's hard to say if she can afford half price when she doesn't know the full price. "...you can have whatever money's in my purse," she decides. All the grocery shopping is done for the week, and the remainder of her allowance is for fun things anyway.

Rather than find a long branch or vine to help him climb out, she remains in place—-and summons Demon Snow instead. The phantom drifts down into the pitfall, scoops him up by the armpits, and carries him safely to solid ground before vanishing into thin air.

[phasmascript]

What a dutiful child, even if Shinobu finds such things annoying when they are expressed about his well being. Now that the boy isn't fretting over a mere bump on the head, the priest sits back at his desk.

"Seems you have been lucky when dealing with the elderly." Or maybe Shinobu himself was a stubborn old man. Regardless, he sighs settles down, back to telling his stories. "But very well. Back to our little edo ghost story. Yagorō found Rui, or Kasane as the villagers called her, to be rather hideous despite having shown pity and nursing her back to health. Perhaps Rui was lonely, or she had mistaken that pity as something deeper. She asked him to marry her. Yagorō agreed, not out of pity, but out of greed. She was the sole inheritor to all her father's land and money. And he wanted it."

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In a manner of speaking, sure. For whatever reason, the elderly and youth alike believe they're invulnerable and don't need to burden the healers who try to help them; consequently, Saga has learned to deal with such personalities—-which often entails out-stubborn-ing them. A little hassle now can prevent much more trouble later, after all. Especially when it comes to head injuries.

As the story continues, Snow sneaks back to her human and curls up in his lap, and he pets her absentmindedly while he listens. A curious individual, he's always been attentive to the tales others share—-especially from cultures besides the one he grew up in. It's a comfort that when city life overwhelms him, he can take a break at this shrine, listen to whatever Shinobu feels like teaching him.

(And at the present moment, it doubles as a cognitive test that allows Saga to monitor him for signs of confusion or any related symptoms.)

[magnusalterum]

Lovecraft nodded && hurried to the other side of the booth to sit across from her, pressing themself against the wall. They'd drawn enough attention to themself already. If they got anymore they would have had to disappear underneath one of the tables until closing time. They'd attempted to do something similar before, but John had yanked on the collar of their shirt before they could actually move.

They sighed at the memory, now melancholy, && leaned their head on the window's that faced the street.

❝ Mm...yes, just dessert &&...some water with salt, ❞ Fresh water just didn't satiate Lovecraft in the same way saltwater did.

They remained silent, looking over the menu with an unchaning expression. She'd said something about parfaits && the cafe carried chocolate. Yet, their mind was still populated by memories that grown somber over time. The loneliness that they'd been feeling from before made them feel like they were being dragged beneath piles && piles hof hot sand.

That was, until they briefly caught a glimpse of the girl sitting across from them. She was a member of the Armed Detective Agency, but Lovecraft was much, much older than she was. They felt it'd be strange if they, a grown adult, allowed her to pay for whatever she ordered.

❝ I'll...pay for the both of us, ❞ A pause, ❝ Unless...agency members get free products? ❞

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"You can pay."

Kyouka usually eats here with Atsushi, and he always handles the bill; she should know if they get a discount, yet she hasn't bothered to check—-oh well. If she does, then Lovecraft can be pleasantly surprised when the time comes.

In the meantime, a non-Lucy server is quick to bring them glasses of water and say she'll give them a few minutes to look over the menus. Kyouka places one on her side of the table, then picks up the salt shaker and sprinkles a plentiful amount into the other cup, swirling it around before she passes it over to them. They can stir it more thoroughly—-or add more salt—-if they want.

Her attention shifts to the dessert section, head tilted thoughtfully. Does she want her standard fruit parfait, or does she want to try something else? Working in the office above, she has ample time to sample each option; there's no rush, so it's okay if she falls back on her familiar favorite most of the time.

Belatedly, it occurs to her that it'd be polite to offer proper gratitude for Lovecraft's generous offer. So... "...thank you."

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Days

[ensxrcelled]

Lunae nodded her head occasionally as if she understood the things that Pyrrha was saying, trying to be helpful and attentive despite her lack of knowledge. As long as the outfit was functional and comfortable, did things like style and how garments were fastened really matter? As long as it wasn't riddled with holes or hanging off of her in tatters, clothes were clothes.

Theo and, now, Pyrrha would likely disagree with her on that matter, however.

"I don't know how much Asher told you about my line of work, but flashy clothes are a bit..." She didn't want to disparage Pyrrha's decisions, but flashy clothes were more Theo's forte. He always wore such brightly-colored 'out there' designs that it was just what people expected of him. Meanwhile, Lunae prioritized comfort over style and only dressed up when absolutely necessary. "Let's just say standing out wouldn't be very beneficial to me."

At the mention of Asher, Lunae let out an exasperated laugh. "Hardly. I wouldn't be surprised if he has more embarrassing stories of me than I do of him." It seemed he was always coming to her rescue -- helping her when she was at her lowest or in some sort of pickle. Normally Theo fit that role so it was odd having someone else to turn to about her problems. Not a bad odd, though.

"I had a street performance with this gaudy outfit that I was supposed to put on with my troupe and asked Asher for pointers. Let's just say the whole thing -- outfit and all -- had to be scrapped. Not to mention the humiliation of having to read some awful script in front of him." Heat filled her cheeks at the memory.

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"Well, the most important thing is that you're happy with the end result! I can definitely do something more subdued if that's what you'd prefer. Maybe silver rather than gold? A little shimmer, but it'll stand out less."

As much fun as she has with designing, Pyrrha wouldn't follow through with crafting clothes that aren't desired by the recipient; it's rare that she even sews for anyone but herself—-while it's among her many talents, it's rather time-consuming, and there's a lot of other stuff that needs her attention each day. She'll create designs for someone else to make if someone commissions her, though. Anything for a few extra dollars in her bank account.

Of course, she's not expecting Lunae to pay her anything for this. It's a favor for a friend of a friend, and nothing more! Pyrrha's nowhere near as poor and desperate as she was growing up, in large part because she lives with someone who actually cares for her well-being—-so her kindness is not motivated solely by hope of a reward.

A disappointed sigh escapes her about the lack of embarrassing stories about Asher, but it's not unexpected. Even if he's more genuine nowadays, he still keeps up that perfect, polished prince act, doesn't he? She still doesn't understand why people like that mask of his.

"Yeah, that sounds like him alright," she says with another sigh. "Well, either way, it's good to know he has friends besides me. He can be really stubborn about that—-trust issues and all. Did he tell you about that time he played Juliet in Romeo and Juliet? I'm more than happy to share pictures if he hasn't already."

[vulpesly]

Doubt that this cat is Milton begins to rapidly set in. First, because there hasn't been a word spoken by the cat and Mordred knows for a fact the boy can speak when transformed. And second, this particular cat is far more friendly than Milton had been--not that the kid was unkind, exactly, but spoiled brat seemed a fitting description in Mordred's opinion. Add atop both these points the paw now tracing out what seems like letters against his leg...

"You're not John, are you?" He's confident in that assessment now, but nonetheless feels the need to ask aloud. So who, then? Definitely not an ordinary cat, even the cleverest ones can't spell-- "Vi? Is that your name? Or Vivi?"

Unfortunately for Vivi, Mordred has all but forgotten about the cake in his hands, distracted by puzzling out the identity of his odd little guest.

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A chirpy meow for confirmation. Good, this human can read! Vivi adds a second meow for good measure to indicate that they generally prefer that version of their name over Vi. Sapphira's usually the only one to call them that, and even then, it's usually when she's tired—-gotta cut down on syllables to conserve energy, they suppose.

With that settled, they can get back to what's important: cake. Dissatisfied that they haven't yet been rewarded for their intellect, they paw at the other's hand and mew again, eyes wide and pleading as they glance meaningfully at the dessert. It's not the tastiest they've ever had, but it's enjoyable nonetheless—-and everything is even more delicious when shared with an adorable kitten. They're doing this human a favor in that regard.

For good measure, he can have another nuzzle and some purrs.

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from @phasmascript : i’ve just had a near death experience and i’m craving some lasagna. (Dagonet @ Guin or Arthur)

Is there ever a time when Dagonet isn't craving lasagna? Maybe when other food sounds more appealing. Guinevere, as she ponders this question, appears completely unconcerned by the first half of the jester's statement; it's difficult to say whether he's being literal or simply exaggerating, nor does she bother to ask. She has more important things to consider—-such as the quickest way to acquire lasagna.

"I'd like some too, now that you mention it. Do you know if there are any restaurants near here that serve it? I know we can buy some at the grocery store, or at least the ingredients to make it ourselves—-or would that take too long?"

[magnusalterum]

❝ Pipsqueak? ❞

Elizabeth raised an inquisitive brow, but she decided not to speak, merely looking at the man in confusion. She was much, much larger in her true form && much more beautiful than he could ever comprehend. Yet, for some reason she felt he should have known that && the comment would have been a bit ridiculous.

❝ Do I know you? ❞

The question was sudden, her previous comment suddenly forgotten. If he wanted to dress like he did, that was fine, she wouldn't complain. She just couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity && it was beginning to bother her. Normally, she was put off by strangers, but she'd had the courage to go right up to the man && speak.

Was he just not human?

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"Uh, I'd hope so? Do ya go around sayin' stuff like that t' strangers?"

Did getting called pipsqueak throw her off so much that she assumed he must not know her? Junior rolls his eyes, exasperated by this turn of events. Well, he supposes he shouldn't expect Lovecraft's kid to be an expert on etiquette and social norms—-or irony, for that matter. Because he realizes Elizabeth is not small and that she might have a big, scary true form like her parent.

(Though to be fair, he called her a random pipsqueak, implying that he in fact doesn't recognize her, and therefore that she might've mistaken him for someone else. But there's no need to unpack all of those semantics, is there?)

"I mean, I've only known Lovecraft since he was smaller than ya. Ya'd think that counts for somethin'." It'd count for more if not for his tendency to be so fickle, but whatever.

[vulpesly]

Hanging around cafeterias means getting to see all types of people. Tired students, tired office workers, tired employees, blind dates, would-be screenwriters, these kinds of places are perfect hunting grounds for a fox or a merchant. However, any thoughts Liekki has of tricks or trades is thrown out the window by the guy downing a coffee-energy drink blend.

It's not the mixed drink that shocks him (he's seen at least four others drink similar today alone), but the words that follow Liekki's question. The fox does a double-take, eyes wide with bewilderment.

"They're going to what?" Liekki glances left and right, searching first for obvious signs he's the victim of some practical joke television show, and then to see if these supposed tormentors are moving in. When neither seems to be around, he leans in toward the other, voice low, "why not run then, yeah? No one's watching you." He should probably help this guy... and he will, but if he can make a sale in the process, that'd be good. Which is why Liekki adds with a friendly smile, "if you need a distraction, I'm an expert, you know? My prices are very reasonable."

[heartbloomd]

The responsible thing to do would be to suck it up and get it over with; this torment wouldn't drag out for so long if Akane just did his work—-he'd be scolded significantly less, too, and likely be rewarded with scented candles. As much as she tries to understand his antics, even Laire loses patience with him at times. Whether he's a genuinely poor student or is simply bored because he's forced to study several years below his actual grade level, no one knows. And at least to him, it doesn't make a difference.

"They've got their eyes on me, even now..." After he drains the last few drops from his drink, Akane's gaze darts around the room, and he spots the professor tasked with supervising him. "Even with a distraction, it might not be enough to escape."

Besides, this stranger should be helping him out of the good of his heart, not to make a sale. A fellow fox, if Akane's nose isn't mistaken. Which means the guy should be extra sympathetic to his plight.

"Besides, I only brought enough money for drinks." And he'd rather not exacerbate his injuries; if he strains himself and makes them worse, that increases the chances of Laire finding out. "Unless you accept, uh..." He shoves a hand into his pocket. "...paperclips as currency."

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from @vulpesly : "i’m killing someone, hold please." [ jono @ kyouka ]

"...why are you answering your phone during work?"

At least, Kyouka assumes any potential murders to be official Hunting Dog business—-or maybe he's playing a video game with his little brother? Assuming there are ones that a blind fox could enjoy, and assuming he'd let Niimi play violent games to begin with. Or maybe he's just committing homicide recreationally. To each their own.

Either way, that doesn't change the purpose of her call. "We should get crepes soon. A new shop just opened up." His treat, of course.

[spiritusloci]