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Birthdays are important to anyone. No matter who you are, your birth is always a blessing and is a reason to celebrate.

Especially yours because y--

Natsume would rehearse these lines, determined, but whenever he gets to the important parts his mind just blanks out for some reason and his face finds itself upon the kitchen counter. This happens several times.

He was okay. Probably.

Well in the end, it didn’t really matter what he had to say, he decided. He just, he just needed to show someone that his birthday is one of the most blessed days on this earth.

That’s all. Not that he wanted to make this one better than the last birthday they celebrated together or anything. Not that he wanted to try to be more honest. Maybe. Whatever.

That’s why the young magus was found at a little around 6 am of a certain specific and maybe special date, by a certain specific and absolutely special someone’s door, with a box, another oddly shaped parcel, and a simple card that read, in elegantly written English script:

“Happy Birthday”

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#nottodayeichi #⚝ senpai: 002 #IT'S NEVER LATE FOR BDAY THREAD

He had forgotten, at the time, of his servant’s disappearance. (The disappearance itself was--well, he couldn’t really tell if it were a blessing or a curse. He and that servant had quite the ah, rapport, though he knew of what losing a servant at that time could possibly entail. But anyway,) This was why he found himself halfway back to his quarters, with three bags of groceries that were meant for two people.

He only realized this fact when his arms started to ache from the weight. He sighed.

Placing the parcels on the floor for a brief moment, he sighs. Deciding to stretch his arms before continuing, he just about does so-- but his arm is interrupted, coming into contact with someone.

　　　“Oh.”

He was a little too surprised to speak. He turns to whoever he happened to hit, an apology about to leave his mouth.

⚝ @nottodayeichi

#nottodayeichi #⚝ senpai: 001 #THIS TOOK SO LONG IM SO SORRY :(((#notice me senpai i mean who

((I’m so super sorry for the inactivity!!!! orz I’m gonna try getting back into it, so please like this post for a non-event mini/one liner! No cap for now. Idk if those who liked my last ad are still interested but if you are, feel free to like this one!))

#fsl rp ad #⚝ out of fortunes

Astrological Asks

Aurora: What is the most beautiful thing that you can think of?

Stars: Who do you think of most?

Bolide: What makes you want to give up?

Comet: Who do you like to be with?

Constellation: Is your family blood related?

Eclipse: Is there someone who you think outshines you?

Equinox: What makes you calm?

Galaxy: Who do you want to be?

Meteor: What makes you feel alive?

Nova: When were you happiest?

Orbit: Is there someone you can't stop thinking about?

Solstice: Do you prefer time with friends or time alone?

Sun Spots: What makes you feel bad about yourself?

Zenith: What makes you feel good about yourself?

Black Hole: Has there ever been a point where you thought nothing would get better?

#⚝ meme sunday

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.♔° Sougo arrived. Well, arrived would be sort of an understatement, for the reality of the situation was that for some reason or another, Sougo’s arrival was more of a run in as the room he found himself in was laid in waste and he himself situated upon it. And before him– a presence…

The pull on his psyche was without doubt, if the flow of information that coursed through him the second he came to was true, then the young person before Sougo was his so called Master.

“You–” He addressed brazenly. So what if this young man was his master? Sougo had no real plans of getting along with them, unless they provided him with ample entertainment. “You’re my ‘master’ aren’t you, danna?”

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⚝ This whole ordeal felt like a dream so far. Or like the beginnings of an RPG, really. Maybe it’ll all sink in later, Natsume thinks. Or he’ll wake up. One or the other.

At any case, he felt it was wise to seek his “private room” at first. However, upon arriving at the said place (that cube they gave was quite handy; he notes to look into it more later), he found that this dream was slowly turning into a nightmare.

“Oh.”

In the middle of a complete.... wreck, is the only term to describe it, lay an older man. That’s one way to enter a room.

Natsume only cocked his eyebrow as the other man addressed him.

“I should hope sO, or you did not only intrude on my room pointlessLY, you’ve completely massacred it pointlessly, tOO.”

Natsume touched his lower back, as a prickling he felt earlier burned just a little more strongly.

#princesadist #⚝ okita: 001 #[natsume voice] my servant is from a 90s animu

hello! please like for a starter with tiny satan idol! length may vary to one liners to minis depending on what my brain can churn out ;u; i haven’t rp’d in a while, please forgive me

cap at 3 for now; castmates and servant are exempt! if you’d like to plot something a little more in-depth, feel free to send a message (no cap for that too)!

#FSL RP AD #⚝ out of fortunes