Another hit that was too risky to the deadline. Kid needed to get his timing right, as much as he wanted to hang around with Moon in-between the times he had with every assignment. But he finished everything and that was what Boss wanted, right? Get the job done and be undiscovered?
He sighed as he came to the front door of the shitty apartment his "roommates" and he lived in. He twisted the handle.
Locked.
Of course Diablo locked it.
Kid let out a tired and very agitated groan as he lightly hit the door with his forehead. He didn't have time for this, it was way too cold out and it was only February. Guess it was a hotel night in the city. He could tell Diablo and Silver about him finishing the mission tomorrow, for his own sanity to this bullfuckery.
Quickly he walked off, taking a glance to his makeshift nest outside. Again, he would tell himself, it was too cold out despite him being a animatronic.
The lights of the city contrasted the dark winter cold around him the more he moved through the shadows. Everywhere was illuminating with warmth in some way. Kid wished he had something like that. Warmth instead of the frigid dark ice from the people he was accustomed to.
Kid maneuvered by the apartment buildings, eyes alert for any police. Once seeing none in his sight, he walked carefully around the sidewalk. As he walked by apartments in the silence, music so loud and clear invaded his hearing. It sounded unknown to him but it was nice to hear from where he stood.
Curiosity got to him like a cat wondering the unknown.
He sneaked closer to where the music's source, coming to a balcony decorated in lovey-dovey ornaments. From being so far, he could see the Bluetooth radio on a table. Kid looked around before deciding to climb up to the balcony.
(more UTC!)
He huffed himself up, holding onto the railing to keep himself up straight. Just as he lifted his head up forward, it nearly hit something.
Or someone.
Kid found himself face to face, practically close proximity, to the owner of the apartment. He stiffened at the sight of the being, someone who was clearly not human yet… yet beautiful. Could he say that? He wasn't sure.
The being in front of him was tall, and very pink. Their sunset hair flowed against no wind, their green eyes were like emeralds from the moonlight above. Now thinking about it, calling them beautiful was an understatement.
Kid opened his mouth though found himself speechless. His loss of words made him loose him footing, making him slip almost comically. The owner quickly saved him, fortunately, in their own way. A long opossum tail grabbed Kid in a hurry and pulled him up to the balcony. The tail let go as soon as Kid's feet found the flooring and whisked behind the owner.
Any moment in his head to say something went blank. He just stared. What were you supposed to say in front of someone so pretty like the person in front of him?
"Hello? Are you okay?" Their voice calls, quiet and soft but rough. They wave their hand in front of him for good measure. Kid blinks. "Wha- Oh, yeah, yeah I'm fine! I-I was just uh, startled, yeah!" He tried smiling it off, leaning back over the railing.
"What were you doing, climbing up my balcony?" They question him, arms crossed over their chest and observing. Kid pauses and thinks on it, mainly to figure how to sound innocent. His eyes dart around and his stammering worsens a little. "W-Well, I was- uhmm… y-you play music r-really louuudd?" He shrugs. "A-And it was nice?"
The being in front of him wasn't buying it but could see his anxiousness. "Thank you, I guess." They look back to the inside of their apartment before turning their head back to him. "Come on. It's going to get colder later tonight." They walk back inside, a little bit expecting Kid to follow.
And he does, cautiously.
He was a hitman. Yet he was allowed inside a home. So many conflicting thoughts spiraled. And yet he follows in.
Kid takes in the interior of the apartment. It looked cozy but cluttered with memorabilia from things he didn't know of. There were posters and plush animals seemingly in almost every corner, and what he could tell to be collectable figures still secure in their boxes. But overall, the apartment was warm. Just what he needed.
He makes a break for the couch in the living room area and flops down instantly with the happiest sigh he could muster. Then he stops himself and sits up, feeling bad for the sudden act. "Sorry!"
The being shrugged. "You're fine. Seems like you had a rough night. Just don't make a mess, alright?"
"Right, 'course." Kid rubs the back of his neck in nervousness and glances back. "What are you exactly? You don't, uhh… look normal, to say respectfully."
They seemed amused at their question. "I'm… something. Yes, not human or animatronic. Just something." They walked over to him and leaned half their body over the couch he sat on. "I mean, do animatronics believe in the otherworldly?"
Kid could feel his artificial heart beat rapidly at the close distance between them. He could hear it to himself. The fans inside his body whirred almost audible. Was he starting to overheat? Why? "Dunno really. I don't really know much," He admitted.
"Well, we're real. In some way," The being laughed. "Just hiding our true selves so no one goes around hunting. Ever had to do that before?"
He nods. "Something like that." Kid didn't dare give intel of his hitman work, not wanting to scare off this nice person who welcomed him so blindly. He felt guilty for it. Being near them could set a target on their back.
So why didn't he just up and leave now to save them the trouble? Why did his feet feel glued to the rug beneath him and why couldn't his heart stop beating so fast like a speeding car? What was with him?
"You don't mind if I, like, come around? Since it's cold out still and all," Kid asked. "O-Only if you're cool with it! I know I kinda just came out of nowhere!"
They looked at him then let out a soft "hm". Kid could tell they were thinking on it.
"Sure. Just don't leave a mess. The living area is yours to use," They announced and moved away from the couch, heading back to the kitchen area. Kid watched them go as his mind fist-bumped the air in celebration. His prolonged stare stopped as he realized the time. He's been away for how long? Over an hour?
"Shit-" He stands up from being seated. "I'll come by again, thanks for letting be come by!" He dashes for the balcony's sliding door and runs out, jumping off and landing on his feet on the sidewalk. Then it dawns on Kid. "Wait, I didn't get your name!"
The being walks out and look over the balcony. They stare at him in holding their laughter. "Call me Phi. And what's yours?"
"Call me Kid!" Kid blurts out as loud as he could for them to hear.
"Well, Kid, I'll see you around." The being's tails waves them goodbye before they walk back inside their apartment, grabbing and turning off the Bluetooth radio.
Kid just stands and watch as they disappear from his sight. Then he crumbles to the floor, hugging his knees. He couldn't think. His fans whirred so much louder now, his heartbeats pounding. What was this feeling? Why was he feeling this? And why just with them all of a sudden?
Standing up, he made a break for the only person that could help. And it wasn't his roommates.
"Moon! Moonmoonmoonmoon-"
Moon sighed from his name being called by Kid. He could only tell that something had happened. "What now?" He watched as Kid scrambled up his apartment and faceplanted once inside on the cold floors. Kid quickly lifted his head. "I need your help!" He staggered as he began to get up. "It's important! Like major!"
"Yeah? What is it?" Moon was concerned, yes, but had a feeling it wasn't life-threatening. And he could have sworn that something had changed in Kid.
Kid began rambling on about his encounter with Phi, recalling the first sight like it was from one of his romance dramas. As he blabbed, Moon took mental notes. Then he stared with wide eyes at the mention of how Kid's internal parts acted haywire.
Moon's hand met his face harshly, facepalming once connecting the dots. "Oh my god, you have a crush Kid. Plain and simple." Kid's eyes squinted in confusion. That was what caused him like this? "A crush? I… don't really get it."
FINALLY THE DESIGNS OF MY SONAS AFTER A LONG COLLEGE YEAR
you can use either or design for fanart but if you're going to credit, use this blog in particular (since i wanna try being more active here)
most yume/self-ship stuff will have the hare,jpeg sona, but if we're mutuals (like @zemonkeartistog and @yumenokoreal with selfship blasts) then the philamari_venus sona is the one to go
Here's the seventh part of the nameless manga witch series! This is the second half of witches that showed up in the climax battle of Tart Magica! This'll be the final part, though if anyone knows of any other unnamed witches that could be discussed, do comment below!!!
All of these witches were done alongside @honestlyboringperson!
I'll start off with Cochineal, the snail witch with a repulsed nature, it spends its days in the mirror, insulting the reflection in it. It detests its slimy visage, so it orders its familiar to tear off its skin, knowing that their true beauty is on the inside. The witch cannot feel pain, and powerful regeneration, making the familiars' duties pretty much pointless. As with any other snail, the best method to beat this witch is salt. Once the witch has dissolved, all that left will be a mysteriously beautiful skeleton.
Phiphi, the witch of tentacles with a searching nature, this witch lacks any sense aside from touch, so it wanders around, wriggling itself on everything. It's surprisingly passive for a witch… typically. If provoked, it will attack like any other, unfortunately, due to lack of sight, it may instead go against one of its own guiding familiars. This witch is looking for something she lost that only it knows, not even the familiars know what it is. Whether it be a lost sock, or a dear partner, it won't stop stumbling around until it can be found.
The next witch discusses slight themes of sexual trauma, so warning beforehand.
Kore, the witch of lace, with a sullied nature. A witch whose surprisingly innocent for her size, she searches for a sweet love that can fit her standards, but all her familiars due is chase her around in a vicious manner, she then wallows in horror in her den until the next day, denying the last day's events with her beaming innocence.
Horloge, the clock witch. Her nature is awaiting. A witch who hopes she can stop being a magical girl since that caused her a lot of pain and brought a lot of despair to her days. Even though she's a witch, she still thinks she's a magical girl. Tick tock tick tock, her clock chimes like this and she awaits for a moment that will never come and she will continue to think that she is a magical girl, unless she is annihilated at this very moment. Apart from awaiting, if a magical girl is found, she will use the sharp needles that protrude from her body to kill said magical girl and give her a painless death, but only to later feel envy since is dead and she is not.
This witch was written by @shitposterxdxdxd rather than me or @honestlyboringperson.
Fovea, the oculus witch. Its nature is falling in love at first sight. It can't help but fall in love with anything it see, it holds on to those it loves with its dreadfully tight appendages then it gets sad over its death of suffocation, and does it all over again.
William le Bel, the heraldry witch with a misleading witch. This witch has a strong and prideful outwards appearance, but in actuality is a tame coward. It worries day in and day in out over disappointing their forefathers. Despite its fearfulness, it's still quite strong with the powers it has inherited, so it's better for you to ease the witch's troubles and let it move on peacefully rather than taking it down like other witches.
Vassilyev, the hut witch with a with a cozy nature. She feeds visitors with soup and bread that little does she know is rotten to the core, and she warms their souls with blankets she lovingly knits, but they are heavy enough to crush them flat. She once was a warm house filled with memories but now she is empty, gathering dust, unaware of the suffering she causes to guests. She is devastated when her guests die and will not stop mourning them until a new victim arrive, she'll forget what she was even crying in the first place.
1889, the gramophone witch with a reminiscing nature. This witch is nostalgic of its past, though for this witch in this time period, the past for them is the future, for they were once a person who wished to explore time, and ended up in the wrong place in the right time. The witch plays ragtime music that causes victims to erupt into a dancing disease.
The lore behind this last witch is that rather than being a meguca who resides in medieval France, it was a girl who time traveled from the late nineteenth century and ended up transported to the battlefield by Minou before being forced into becoming a witch, making end up in the wrong place in the wrong time. The name, 1889, comes from the year the girl traveled from.
