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i was thinking of writing a general starter, but then i thought, nah, why not take the hard way? so, if you’d like to thread with the sleeping bear, like this post?

#♞! ooc #i may write anything or i may pop into your pm box who knows!

finemagic-blog

❁dreaming kingdom: wata ritsu

@ritzucrackers ❤

Shuffling about in the dim lighting of the Theatre Club’s room, quiet huffs and hums could be heard escaping the club president’s lips, an audible labor of love as he hefted a rather large cardboard box from one end to the other. From the lid overflowed a number of odd props, like the bottom remnants of a magician’s bag of tricks; by the look of all of the boxes that had been piled up and moved around, it was apparent that Wataru was trying to organize the club room in some manner. Everything still seemed quite randomly placed - perhaps in a system only meant to be understood by an Oddball, and the number of curious items that had turned up seemed as if they had been collected over thousands of years. A proud smile graced his lips as he stacked box upon box, emptying his arms and then slapping his hands together to free them of the dust that had subsided. The hardworking Hibiki Wataru wasted little time turning to the back of the room once more; it was beginning to clear up - sparse boxes accompanied by a pair of lavishly decorated chair and sofa, floor lamps and paintings from old sets and books piled as high as one’s shoulders, containing script after script and…

“… Oho? What’s this?”

There was a prop he hadn’t expected to see, tucked in the corner upon the sofa that had once been hidden by the boxes he had been moving… a human body? How fascinating! Perhaps a little alarming… ?! No, upon closer inspection, this was a familiar sight indeed. The younger Sakuma, dozing peacefully away, hidden in the darkness of the Theatre Club’s treasured secrets. Though the discovery had been quite a surprise, he supposed it made sense; the Club room was very dark, after all, and few braved to enter thanks to the reputation of its one-and-only President…

But this would not do. What poor form he showed, not knowing he had a guest… and how rude of him, to have missed a chance to properly welcome Sakura Ritsu into his domain. Sleeping so sweetly, leaving himself open for the perfect chance for a surprise; tiptoeing back behind the curtain, he returned with a creeping silence, holding his hands together in front of him and above the sleeping vampire, to reveal within them a…

CRACK!! POP!!!

“Good morning, good afternoon– perhaps a good evening to one of your kind★!! That you would grace my humble abode with your presence and make it your nest… Amazing!! I am quite honoured to host you!” Confetti and streamers rained from the colourful popper he held in his hands, unleashed over Ritsu’s head to scatter a rainbow of paper colours overtop his sleeping form. “Had I known I would be receiving a guest, I would have prepared tea! You must forgive my rudeness, as you have given me quite the surprise… It is quite curious that I’ve found you here; like a fantasy story come to life… ahahaha★!”

ritzucrackers-blog

Tucked away behind stacks of cardboard boxes stood a great red sofa, as if the throne within a castle surrounded by the darkness of the secluded back stage of the drama club. Perhaps a bit over-dramatic, the young vampire felt he needed to reinvent how he envisioned the world when in such a magical space. He had never been one for acting, but when he had seen the wonder of musical theatre bring a colourful production to life in his younger days, he has always been somewhat interested in what made the magic so real.

This is what brought him to investigate the drama club’s backroom, where instead crimson eyes scouted the comfortable napping location. It was quiet, as he expected, and there lay boxes and boxes of props and costumes, waiting to be used or donated or stored away elsewhere. It was with great care that he slithered his way over and around them until he could slip onto the couch, curling experimentally against the soft fabric until he was comfortable, then drifted into sleep within minutes.

Until--

CRACK! POP!

He twitched, immediately bothered by the obnoxious sound of poppers rousing him from the beginning of a dream. He felt his heart beating a little faster, the result of a sudden scare- and as those odd hues opened once more, he was met with the appearance of one of the Oddballs, and his booming voice to go with it.

He grumbled, an eye being rubbed at groggily, as he felt the stream of paper confetti land on his hair and clothes.

“If you’re so honoured, why did you interrupt my sleep...?” Really, this dramatic greeting was not necessary. A yawn escaped him as he sat up a little, to properly look at the third year and display a frown. “Really, it’s fine. I’m going to go back to sleep now, okay?”

#finemagic #♞! hiichan01 #that depends #do i actually get to sleep most of the play

♞:* sleep like the dead.

@maogician

He’d been scolded numerous times before: don’t climb trees, it’s unknightly of you! By the same person, of course, the little ambitious 1st year that joined their ranks. The vampire lived by his own rules, though, and listening to someone younger wasn’t happening.

He thought of this rebellion triumphantly as he climbed into the garden tree, and fell asleep peacefully once secured on the thick branches. He wasn’t one to roll around in his sleep, but shifting wasn’t entirely avoided.

As he lay resting, an arm falls from its place beside his body to hang loose between the branches. Should anyone pass by, they might be startled by the loose limb suddenly dangling in their path like a murdered man’s lifeless cry for help.

#maogician #♞! maakun01 #catch me im still gonna fall

♞:* garden party.

@oleocookies

Catching Knight’s leader required a good deal of effort. If their eyes left him, he could slip away unseen and return whenever he felt like it. For a King that cared about his Knights, it was amazing how little he was really around-- but what remained true was his loyalty and care for them, so much so that asking for his presence wasn’t ignored.

Texting the third year a request for help [TXT: ou-sama, quick, i need you] gained a fast response, and the meeting location was set for the garden terrace, as soon as possible.

And there stood the vampire with his cake, freshly baked and looking questionably like a toxic disaster with lit sparklers and candles sticking out of an eyeball and a tentacle, as his leader approached the scene. There was no real danger, contrary to what it might have sounded like-- there was only an urgency to get the man here before he slipped away again.

“Hey, Ou-sama. Happy birthday.” The cake was held up closer to his face as he approached, sparklers nearing the end of their lives and wax dripping slowly into the icing. “Blow out the candles and make a wish.”

#oleocookies #♞! ousama01 #pretend its still the 5th #ily ousama

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#♞:memes #hes half asleep but this could be fun #it would sure help if i turned my ask box on anyway thats fixed

He wakes from his nap a little disoriented, but something told him he was missing out on something great.

“Nnn..? What’s happening?”

#are those memes i smell!

ritzucrackers-blog

The yelp- sounding wonderfully undignified- brought a sleepy smirk to his lips, which held for only a few moments. Sena’s voice was loud in his ears, and frankly, annoying. A hand raised to cover his ear this time, as if massaging it could make the sound leave faster.

“What else do you expect when you call someone a loser? Consequences come with your actions, Secchaaaan.”

chouzaidoru-blog

He is very close to strangling Ritsu right now. Very close. Dangerously close. Despite the fervent necessity to choke this little idiot standing in front of him, something in the back of his mind tells him not to, though. Soooo annoying.

A vexed harrumph. “I was only stating the truth for Kuma-kun’s convenience, because I am a good person, you know! Because you’re suuuuper cheeky, I have to go through the trouble of putting you back in your place!”

ritzucrackers-blog

He could feel the killer aura emanating from the taller boy, stabbing him painfully. Even if it was hypothetical, it still stung. The vampire squinted his eyes shut, placing his hand in front of his face as if to put up a barrier.

“Please stop, I feel like I might get killed at any moment. You’re way over-exaggerating...” He was a good person? That sounded wrong. “And I’m not the one being cheeky here. But, whatever, being around you is tiring. I’m leaving...”

#chouzaidoru #♞! secchan01 #ouch?!!#get your strong twinkle toes off my delicate foo #t

ritzucrackers-blog

time to pretend there’s no one even there

yorunoaidoru-blog

That only makes it easier to hug him.

ritzucrackers-blog

“Get off me!!”

#yorunoaidoru #♞! anija01 #ill punch you

ritzucrackers-blog

Well, he said it alright. Turns out saying it directly to him didn’t make a single difference. But he felt the need to get back at him.

He reaches out and promptly pinches Sena’s side with force.

chouzaidoru-blog

A totally dignified yelp followed the unexpected (and totally uncalled for) pinch at his side.

Ritsu’s specialty should be annoying Izumi, because that’s all he ever does, besides sleeping. What a cheeky (fake) second year, to have the nerve to pinch Izumi like that! Not to mention, it hurt too–what a rude little piece of trash!

“Excuuuuse you, that was soooo unnecessary and immature, typical of Kuma-kun!”

ritzucrackers-blog

The yelp- sounding wonderfully undignified- brought a sleepy smirk to his lips, which held for only a few moments. Sena’s voice was loud in his ears, and frankly, annoying. A hand raised to cover his ear this time, as if massaging it could make the sound leave faster.