#hisuifiore

[lilywhitelester]

Another #wip since my brain refuses to make me finish anything #drawing #fairytail #hisuifiore

[cyberstorage]

You asked for crackships so gimme some of that Umi and Yabe yeeaaahhh

yells gently

falls asleep on the couch

yabe does after a hard evening of CHEERLEADING FOR HIS TEAM. umi’s a lil sad at first bc they won’t get to cuddle but she brings a blanket out and drapes it over him ; u;

makes friends with the neighbors

BOTH OF THEM but yabe moreso ofc he’s so frickin enthusiastic about it. the neighbors are cool with it until umi drags wolpi out to introduce and then they are Less So. “umiko! wolpi cannot go outside, his fur could get wet!” “junya-kun wolpi can go anywhere he wants to”

is the adventurous eater

i feel yabe eats a Lot of everything but probably tends to stick to more traditional foods? maybe umi by virtue of being a whaler’s daughter? though tbf that’s probably not too “adventurous” but

hogs the covers at night

neither of them they share them quite well ’ u’

forgets to do the dishes

i feel like yabe remembers everything and he’s the one who reminds umi like “umiko-chan! it is time to do the dishes!” and while he has to do most of it she def tries to help him out

tries to surprise their partner more often

i think they both do!! one time yabe incorporated a cute thing for her into one of his routines at a game she was at/he was cheering at, and another time she got him a taxidermied specimen of the mascot of his hs (ASSUMING IT’S AN ANIMAL BC OTHERWISE THAT WOULD BE CREEPY AND PROBABLY ILLEGAL)

leaves dirty laundry on the floor

umi but not really on purpose sometimes it’s just hard to get it to the hamper… yabe is more than happy to help tho

stays up til 2 AM reading

definitely umi. gotta research all those cryptids. how many of them? all of them. 

sings in the shower

yabe, but not so much singing as PRACTICING HIS ROUTINES

takes the selfies

yabe by virtue of being taller/having a greater range of movement but umi does not mind taking them with him

plans date night

hmmm… maybe umi? but she consults with yabe for his schedule ofc

[daisukeban-blog]

♘ for Natsu and Suzume and I s2g if Natsu dies in this one too I'm gonna be very disappointed in you

"Hey! Aozora-chan…! I found a way to become the prince I truly am~!"

"That’s Amane-DONO to you, peasant!!" Natsuhiko declared with a smug grin. "And we’re going to build a fort…! A blanket fort! No wait….a blanket KINGDOM!"

Suzume’s eyes lit up and she clapped her hands together. “That sounds awesome! We should invite everyone and make crowns and, and—”

"…" Natsuhiko frowned. "No! The others aren’t allowed! This is OUR blanket kingdom and no one else’s…!"

Suzume’s expression sunk a bit and she placed her hands on her hips, huffing a bit. “Amane-dono…” She grabbed his hands and he flinched a bit. She let go of his hands and stared sadly at him. “You know…it’s really a lonely kingdom if it’s just the two of us. The others wanna be your friend, y’know?” Suzume smiled brightly. “And besides!? What’s a king without his loyal subjects?”

Natsuhiko blinked and sniffed a bit. “They don’t wanna be my friend, besides-“

Suzume frowned, cutting off Natsuhiko. “Don’t put words in others’ mouths! You don’t know until you reach out!”

"… … …" Though he broke out into a grin, he still managed to sound sour on his next words. "Fine! But they’ll be peasants!"

It was amazing that most everyone had gathered to build the blanket kingdom. Yabe had given them all instructions on how to build it most EFFICIENTLY and with OPTIMISM!! 

…and while the more “mature” people like Yasei and Rin stayed back to watch the creation, everyone seemed to be in high spirits.

When the “kingdom” was finished, Natsuhiko declared that he was the prince, and Suzume was the princess. He had given everyone roles in the kingdom. 

Yasei looked like she was about to say something when she got the role of ‘peasant’, but Yara stopped her.

Kanna quickly found a nice spot to nap, and Koya was crawling around the fort with Sanouk and Suzume, until Natsuhiko pulled Suzume aside.

"Let’s go to the left wing…!" Natsuhiko declared, dragging Suzume to crawl beside him. 

The two made their way into the secluded part of the fort and Natsuhiko grinned, leaning back on one of the pillows. “Remind me to take you to the carousel museum some time….” He yawned out the words.

Suzume yawned as well, and stretched herself out. “That sounds super cool…!”

"I’m tired…" Natsuhiko declared, leaning his head on Suzume’s shoulder. "Good night Aozora-chan…"

Suzume yawned once more, but laughed. “Good night, Amane-dono…!” It wasn’t even nighttime, but what the heck?

[daisukeban-blog]

Suzume speaks, choking on her words as she stares at her friend; they're still friends, right? "I'm sorry. That you f-feel the need to do this."

"I…I’m not a bad person, okay?

"Hey…Aozora-chan, I want to go to a place where I’m wanted…where people feel like they want to be my friend. Aozora-chan…"

He tugs at her legs, pulling her down to his level. Swiftly, he takes his knife and plunges it in.

"I don’t even want to go home….A-Aozora-chan…t…they…don’t want me there."

GAME OVER FOR NATSUHIKO AMANE...

[sinchangvevo-blog]

The bird orb wails as Kousuke is about to smash it brutally into the side of a blender. "No! I don't deserve this fate!"

Kousuke felt nothing. He was done. He was tired of the humiliation, the torment brought on by this stupid dragon's game. His fingers twitched and he knew he promised the others he wouldn't stoop this low, that he wouldn't let it happen. 

Not again.

"...Nice try." Kousuke spoke down to his victim. Talking to an egg. "Rest in pieces, bird orb."He smashed the egg into the blender again.

[sinchangvevo-blog]

Katsumi's expression is actually somewhat tender; her gaze not a pleading one, but open and heartfelt as she stares at the sprinter. "I trusted you."

It was only a matter of time.

Alliances were good for starting up trouble, for stoking the fire. Katsumi had served her purpose in protecting him when he needed it and getting Kousuke the information he needed. Along the way, he'd even become fond of her, as much as he didn't want to admit it. Sure, when he shook her hand in the depths of that garden, the night of the first murder, he had been wary to count on a stranger so easily, especially one so different from himself.

Her strength, intellect, and, well... solidarity had proved him a fool after long, though. Katsumi was far more than simply impressive to him, she was... threateningly superior. She would never hold up as an ally here; she would betray him, or he'd end up losing himself for the sake of a single life. That was not how a revolutionary behaved. 

He had become far too close to her for his own good. The greater good. 

It didnt matter what the motive was; it was clear that their efforts against Aku-chan were only proving to bite them further and further in the ass. Kousuke hadn't slept in days, days, because of that damn team challenge. He felt sick, hurt, and though he'd never admit it, scared. There'd already  been one attempt on his life, only days ago as a matter of fact, and here he was wandering the island at night without a wink of rest in him. Where was his ally, now? 

Standing, back against the crumbling, ancient wall of the pitiful excuse for a Town Hall.  In his hands were nothing, but it was clear by the way he approached her, cornering her in against the plaster that he had every intention to make weapons of them in themselves. Katsumi was speaking, and Kousuke couldn't remember the last words to come out of his own mouth. How he got here, what he told her to lead her here alone. His tired, thumping skull only provided a bass line for the beauty queen's dulcet, genuine words as they cut through to him. 

With them, his fist flew forward with no warning, no trademark 'I am going to punch you now,' like he may very well have once said. His fist smashed with rough and uninhibited contact, and instantly he could feel the wetness of blood against his knuckles. 

"...Why."   He finally answered as his fist remained smashed into the glass of the empty picture frame just inches next to her untouched face.

Eyes now pointed at his feet, he remained there for only seconds before wrenching his fingers loose from the cut glass. He didn't wait for her to say anything else, and turned away to walk right out of the building without another word. 

He knew it. She fucking ruined him.

[cyberstorage]

"I know you're better than this, Mori-san."

The resulting laugh that tears itself from the model’s throat is jagged and broken, as if the tears flowing freely down her face weren’t there at all. “Mori is… b-better than this? Well, Sakata-chan thought wrong! Mori thought Mori knew Sakata-chan too! But we were wrong, wrong, wrong!“ 

In her hands, Mori grips the scarf he’d managed to take when Jin had let him into her room in exchange for another bag of mochi. She sees Katsumi’s eyes flash in recognition. “It’s Sakata-chan’s, yes…” he explains as he advances on her. In one fluid motion, she wraps the scarf around Katsumi’s neck, pulling it taut and not letting go. 

"It’s okay, Sakata-chan…” he whispers as the tears still fall. “It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay…” She pulls the beauty queen against her even as he refuses to let loose of the scarf, repeating the mantra until Katsumi’s eyes stare glassily at her.

“… Mori thought Mori was better too…”

[zephyrocs]

Katsumi seems oddly calm, as if she doesn't seem to care whether she lives or dies. "Go on then. Do it. Play the dragon's game."

Jin actually smiled at her words, a half mad grin, and suddenly yanked Katsumi closer to him, pressed her body against his, one arms around her shoulders to hold her there, like some fucked up, fatal hug.

In one ear, he whispered, "Oh, Sakata-chan, I've been playing longer than you've even known it existed." He sounded... excited?

Then, the blade was jammed into her back, scraping against the bones of her ribs and shoulder blades. It pulled out again, and then back in, again and again again he stabbed her in the back, roughly, wild force sending the knife in again and again and by the time he let her go she was dead, dropped like a ragdoll, and her back was more blood than skin.