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In My Mailbox #2 | Cornepu
These are characters from my favorite mobile game, Mystic Messenger. My cousin preordered them from a talented artist called Cornepu! The charms are approximately 2.5" in size, printed on clear acrylic and comes with a star accessory + cellphone strap. She also got me a sticker set. They came in the mail a few days after the new year and I can’t get over how cute they are!
one of my fave #kmerch artist at the #wingschroniclesinmnl is #cornepu her artworks are so cute and she's also super nice and pretty in person 😘😘😘 #armybox
10 days left by cornepu ✦ twitter✦ pixiv
My cute ass stickers by @cornepu arrived This made the worst night ever a lot better :') thank you for being a wonderful artist <3
To: corn/ @cornepu
From: lise/ @equenox
Message:
hello corn!! i'm your hxh secret santa this year...^_^ you have a super cute blog and art and cosplay??? you're pretty super in general
i hope you like the hisoillus i conjured up!! i actually didn't like my first gift so i drew another one in a cuter style lmao they're going shopping for dinner.....i had so much fun drawing them b/c they're some of my favs too :*
happy holidays and i hope they are warm and great and filled with food and fun
*whispers* bibingka
JSDKWJSMDJK OMG
it was good bibingka tho
Do you think Jiroutachi wears polka dotted underwear?
Being a sage brought back in time does not only mean that you should fulfill your mission to bring peace, but to take care of your swords as well. Repairing them when injured, polishing to sharpen them, refining them to make them stronger, cleaning them - and their clothes - which means that you also do the laundry.
Though you could ask one of your swords (who are available around the castle) to do the said chore, this was one of the times you are free - and since you don’t have anything better to do, you decided to do the laundry.
Stained hakamas, mud dirtying the silk white fabric - you were used to it. Some were also food stains from the little Tantous. You did not mind at all.
But as you were sorting out the clothes, there was this one piece of clothing that piqued your curiosity and interest. Men were your only companion in the castle, yet this one - somehow - it was a bit odd. You raised the red and white polka dotted underwear as you think of who would fit the clothing - Midare would not wear this kind, you were sure, plus the size...
“Ah~ Why are you raising my undies like that, Aruji?”
That voice - slurred and groggy - only belonged to one sword you own.
Jiroutachi.
You felt him lean closer, his hot and sake-smelling breath almost brushing against your ear. Due to your womanly instincts, you moved a little away from the drunk Oodachi. You also lower the underwear and tossed it aside to the white section of your laundry.
“I was just...surprised. Why are you here anyway? Go get drunk somewhere else, please.”
The beautiful sword laughed and waved his hand, while the other was still clutching to the jar - like it was the most precious treasure in the world.
“Alright, alright! Bye, perv Aruji!”
You could only sigh - both in relief and worry.
This was not what I asked for.
How would Taroutachi react if he suddenly turned into a potato?
Weird; for his body was suddenly stiff, more like he cannot move his legs.
Or more like - he cannot feel any part of his body at all.
He knew from the ceiling that he’s currently seeing that he’s in the kitchen, but when was he in the kitchen in the first place? Somehow the past events did not reoccur in his mind, it was all blurry and the last thing he remembered was there was a flash of light, and nothing else follows.
Then he heard footsteps. It was approaching his location --
“Ah - so the ingredients are here.”
It was the sound of their master’s sweet voice - at last, help.
But there was no voice coming out.
“A potato...?”
A potato?
“Why does this potato look like Tarou...?”
Why does this potato look like me?
What?!
Indeed, interfering with this world is complicated - and he just hoped that their master would notice soon enough that such a tall sword’s presence is gone from her castle grounds.
