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Give my muse chocolate for Valentine’s day
🍫 - plain chocolate - I like you 🎁 - box of chocolates - I love you 🍪 - chocolate chip cookie - I think you’re cute 🍓 - chocolate covered strawberries - I think you’re sexy 🍦 - chocolate ice cream - Lets go on a date! 🎂 - chocolate cake - You’re my favorite person in the whole world 🍬 - peppermints - I hate you
‘ 💕 ‘
13. When people write on their skin, it shows up on their soulmate’s skin, wherever the words were written.
It was normal for Osana to cry when watching romantic movies, even more if they were romantic comedies, could you GENUINELY blame her? Dreaming about TRUE LOVE, meeting her special one, her happy ever after. Technically speaking, she met them in a way writing on her wrist, both exchanging words and talking about their everyday.
Except now her writing reflected a trembling hand plus, given she was using a marker, it was making it blurry.
‘ Don’t worry about my messy words, I am crying because of a movie. So, how was your day, Hikaru-kun? I hope it was good ’.
When will they meet? Why did they live so far from each other?
💕 ( Hello I have an addiction to Rival Ships )
4. Painless bruises, scars, cuts and other injuries show up on people’s bodies. They’re actually injures their soulmates have endured.
Osana couldn’t keep hidding this.
She was glad that she held the leader position within the martials art club—it gave her the benefit of the DOUBT so her parents would not question why she came with bandages or bruises, they would ( logically ) make sense.
The redhead had not informed them about wanting to quit, or that an underclassmen was constantly CHALLENGING HER and each time got closer to beat her. If that did happen, then she would quit because her pride would be severally damaged.
Alternate Universe: Soulmates
send in a number or ‘ 💕 ‘ for random. ( these are from various soulmate!au ideas i’ve seen around in social media or i’ve thought of before. )
People stop aging at 18 years old. They’ll start to age again when they’ve found their soulmate.
People are born with the knowledge of their soulmate’s first name.
People are reincarnated soulmates, but only one of them remembers their past lives.
Painless bruises, scars, cuts and other injuries show up on people’s bodies. They’re actually injures their soulmates have endured.
When that suspicious feeling in your gut that something is going to go bad even though nothing bad is happening, is actually because your soulmate is in danger.
The ‘voice inside your head’ is actually your soulmate’s voice.
People are born only seeing in black and white until they find their soulmate. Then they can see in color.
People’s hearts ‘ glow ‘ once they’ve met their soulmate.
People are born with a mark on their body, as they grow it starts to form into words. By the age of 10, the mark shows the first words you’ll ever hear your soulmate say to you.
People are able to get a timer installed on their wrists that works as a countdown until they meet their soulmate. The catch? The other person has to get their timer installed too or the timer will never start counting down.
On the new year after a person’s 22nd birthday, exactly at midnight, they and their soulmate switch bodies for that one minute. They have to frantically leave a clue to their whereabouts/address/etc.
The song stuck in people’s heads are because their soulmate is singing/humming it at the moment.
When people write on their skin, it shows up on their soulmate’s skin, wherever the words were written.
People can hear their soulmates thoughts.
L O V E · [ luhv ]
noun.
1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.
2. a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.
Ayano Aishi · ( 愛死あやの )
RULES / ABOUT && VERSES.
Najimi Osana · ( 馴染幼 )
RULES / ABOUT &&. VERSES.
XOXOX
My muse cannot lie ! Send :
( feel free specify a context for each symbol )
💓 - And a name to ask if they would start a relationship with them. ⇕ - And a name to ask if they would sleep with them. ✮- And a name to hear their real feelings for them.< ☠ - And a name/ topic to hear what they hate the most about it/them. ✂- For one of the wrost mischief they did. ₪ - For a kink. 回 - For a phobia they have. ✦ - For a guilty pleasure. ◎ - Next to any question to have it answered sincerely, no matter how personal or embarassing.
Send me “?” and i’ll write a starter for you that includes one of the following sentences, randomly generated. 1-152, ranges from fluff to angst.
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If osana didnt love senpai would she date a rival?
That is a really good question!
It’s not unusual for childhood friends to develop romantic crushes on themselves and either continue with those feelings as they grow up or having a crush on a different person and brushing off those emotions not to ruin the friendship or merely because it’s not a good idea. However, the love that only a strong friendship has remains intact.
So, would Osana love someone elseif she hadn’t fallen for Taro?
Of course!
And I actually believe she would probably be into someone nice and caring, maybe someone like Amai. Since this Osana is canon divergent and instead of incapable of self-defense is the former martial arts club president, she would probably be into Budo even though I normally portray her as annoyed by him.
Though if exclusively about rivals then: Osana would be into Amai, Oka, Asu and Osoro.
Rivals like Kizana, Muja, Mida and Megami piss her off.
But what about Hanako? She grew up with her and fails to see her as anything else besides a younger sibling so I don’t really see it happening but, who knows! This was also fun to answer so thank you!
Aishi Ayano:
❥ Stubborn had always been one of the primary objectives Ayano would use to describe Osana. Stubborn and angry. Maybe she shouldn’t have been surprised that she refused to follow along with her commands - but this was getting frustrating. And Ayano’s irritability was not something she was either good at controlling or hiding - not when she’d never had a chance to feel it before. She chewed the bottom of her lip, watching her classmate struggling along for a few more moments as she wordlessly took a few steps forward.
Bringing her home wasn’t something she was opposed to ( Ray-chan would probably do a farbetter job a stiching her up than some of the doctors she’d known, anyways )….but this girl was just too agonizingly slow. Ayano found herself getting uncomfortable with it. Her fingers toyed with sheathed pocket knife she was keeping on her. She began to look over Osana’s shoulders as she moved forward, her stomach wrenching with paranoia.
Had that creep noticed his captive was missing yet? Had he begun his search for her? If Osana had been stalked and taken once before….it could surely happen again. And this flimsy little blade wasn’t going to be able to defend them if they got caught….Ayano had barely eaten or slept herself with her obsession over finding her again. If anything, the cursed girl was beginning to regret bringing it at all: it was just another temptation to drive it through her Rival’s ribs.
She clenched her fists, unable to pass her bike silently as they reached the few feet necessary to get to it.
“I don’t have time for this, Osana.” she told her - ditching formalities for her first name rather than her last in her anger, reaching over to grab one of the girl’s rope burned wrists “It’s not going to be long before he notices you’re missing. What do you think’s going to happen when he finds us? Put your pride aside, or you’re not going to get a second chance.”
She would then tug her forward- regardless of the other girl’s answer “Now hold onto my shoulders and get on my bike. Don’t make me knock you out and drag you.”
As expected upon sudden contact on her burned wrists, Osana let out a hiss and shut her eyes before hastly attempting to pull her arm away. Although with no effort behind her actions besides her own need of not wanting to be feel weak again.
( Helpess, that was such a horrid emotion. Impotent. . .not again. Not ever ).
When the ravenette called her by her first name, she didn’t utter a single word; however, honey hues did widen as eyebrows raised in surprise at that last sentence before she huffed, chuckled even. “Is that a threat or. . .a promise, nerd?” Her words came softly as tiredness washed over her, relaxing her features due no further need of keeping an act she never had under these circumstances to begin with.
( It was all part of that act of hers, be strong to never seen as a damsel in distress. Make a value of your own, improve yourself ).
“I’ll. . .follow,” Ayano was right, they both had to get away in case that. . .monster, that. . .stalker might be chasing after her and—shit, she would rather let herself be killed than involve someone else in this.
Her conscience would slowly destroy her if that happened.
Wordlessly, she pondered whether it was better to hold onto her shoulders but settled for wrapping her arms on her waist and burying her face on the opposite female’s shoulder.
🖤 possibly Yuzu since they’ve interacted before
Send 🖤 to find my muse after a rejection!
She had…been rejected? She, she heard that right. . .Right? D - Did. . .she do something wrong?
Was her love just, not worthy? Was it not GOOD ENOUGH?
Her love letter—which only deepened her affections into more coherent sentences that the mess she had stuttered moments ago—was still being carefully held behind her back as tears formed on the corner of her eyes which, soon enough, rolled down her cheeks in a pathetic display of emotions.
She ruined everything. She ALWAYS royally destroys everything she could ever hope to build. She was so stupid, useless on her own! Just—! What made her think confessing was a good idea in the first place, huh? Nothing! Absolutely nothing! It was a ridiculous, uncalled moment of bravado that brought such reckless impulse.
As her crush walked away in an awkward motion, stealing a couple of glances back to her ( whom only stood dumbfounded and crying ), before walking away and practically sprinting afterwards to avoid the suffocating atmosphere.
Osana wanted to see someone. Anyone would work.
She wanted someone to hug her and tell her that things would be alright despite that being the hugest lie to exist on Eath. She needed that. But who would be at school after classes had ended?
Defeated, trembling legs walked towards the school entrance without glancing up, not wanting anyone to see her crying face. That was until she spotted a petite female she defended from bullies before, she owned her nothing but, maybe, she could use this as an excuse for her moment of weakness? That ‘you owe me something’ crap?
No words left her lips as she made her way towards Yuzu. A slow walk that soon turned into hurried steps and then, the redhead was running, she wrapped her arms around her and started to cry as if tomorrow wouldn’t arrive.
“Y - Yuzu, I,” unable to form a coherent word even, Osana kept on crying. Her throat hurt and her eyes were probably puffy but she didn’t care.
heart?
Send ‘<3′ and my muse will spill a Romantic Confession!
She is uncertain at how both of them had gotten carried away talking about J-pop, then his current book and shortly followed by school homework. Guess it was easier for them to jump or skip topics due their closeness—which is exatly why Osana is baffled at how romance was at hand.
How such a topic that should be, she doesn’t know, forbidden between them is there? Like an unspoken term in a friendship contract neither have spoken or established? So dangerously close that it’s making her pulse quicken and, as much as she tries to fight it back, her face is heating up. A light blush soon turned crimson, left hand nervously twirling a lock of her hair at that before she huffs, honey eyes glancing everywhere but him.
“L - Love? Ha! As if anyone knew anything about that, that emotion. . .” A pause yet that does not stop her from continuing her nervous gesture of playing with her hair. “Well, like any other girl do have my own ideas of it but never, it’s not like - I had many chances, alright?!” Despite no one accusing her of anything, she finds herself raising her voice and—she hates it! Why is it that her emotions easily overwhelm her? Furthermore, why was she rambling in the first place? She curses her childhood friend and evident crush right next to her, because he possesses that nature that makes one lower that defense and, just, spill everything!
“But I never like the guys that seem to be into me,” Osana keeps talking but this time she stops playing with her hair, gaze lost in the horizon before she squints her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest, a frown on her visage at the distant memory that crossed her mind in that moment. “Especially stubborn idiots like Budo.” The redhead mutters between gritted teeth and throws her head back, staring at the sky above them for a second before eyes flutter close, allowing her to imagine being on her own which would make speak so much easier as she shift her position, slightly raising her defenses.
She feels so fragile and insecure in these moments.
“Sometimes all I want is to, be with my especial someone. Not going on fancy dates or anything, just holding each other—whether it’s a hug or holding hands, plus uhm, maybe exchanging quick glances that makes us both blush before I. . .place my head on their chest and listen to their heart which would be my favorite sound, even lullaby whenever I am unable to sleep, maybe. . .S - Something like that. . ?” The more she spoke, the more her voice softened until it was barely above a whisper, eyes remained closed and, even when opened them, she refused to meet Taro’s gaze if he was looking. “Maybe I would. . .like to run my fingers through their hair and pull them close to me and whisper encouraging words and then, i - if it’s okay with the atmosphere, kiss their forehead and—GAH!”
Abruptly, she stands up, still refusing to meet his eyes with arms placed on her hips. Osana takes a deep breath, anger and embarrassment taking over to which she musters enough courage to glare at his ravenette friend with burning passion to mask her moment of fragility. “I am already saying a lot of things here, it’s your turn to say something back! I can’t be the only one making a joke of myself, you either tell me or I go to see Hanako-chan!”
Send 🖤 to find my muse after a rejection!
Send ‘<3′ and my muse will spill a Romantic Confession!
Example: ‘I just want to kiss someone for a very long time.’
matchies!
@defaultyamada
Just a sketch ^^;
Inspired by this adorable track (x)
Hitomi-san:
the words make sense to yuri, but not the meaning behind them. she can’t help but feel empathetic for the other; she can remember a time whe- re she was equally as lost in a new institution, what must have been years back. she’d remember them fondly, if they weren’t her most shameful years.
she presents her with a trying, timid smile— one that doesn’t quite re- ach her eyes. “you needn’t apologize, najimi-san.. if it helps you during your attendance here, then.. I don’t mind helping. I don’t wish for you to become the target of bullies..” her smile falters. she plays with violet locks, eyes set on the floor between them, toiling over her words. she doesn’t want to worry the poor girl, why’d she have to say something so stupid?
she wills herself to look up once more, vivid eyes focusing on her, but conscious of the unmet eye contact. that was alright with her — her gaze would very likely deviate if it were met. she offers another timid smile her way, trying her best to put her at ease, despite the growing tension in her chest.
“I’d like to help, in any way I can,” &. then, after a pause, “e- even if it’s just to show you around the school.. w- we can talk along the way, if that’d help make you more comfortable..”
Her first thought after raising her head and studying the opposite female in front of her was that she acted strange, somehow resambling Taeko in the whole aspect of supressing what genuine emotion she felt—covering with an act that was expect of her. Thus, it made her feel instantly relaxed with that emotion, perhaps even need, of protecting. That train of thought abruptly came to an end when she realized a mild uncomfortable aura settled in the atmosphere caused by the violet-haired female.
Bullies?, that word was quite common for the redhead. Nothing she had not witnessed in her previous institution called Akademi High—despite its supposed high-title of sorts, Ronchaku was the main leader of a group of five girls in total that dedicated their time to break every single rule and push students to their limits ( going as far as to place flower vases on their desks ).
Honey eyes chose to focus on her, trying to decipher what is making her behave kindly but shortly gives up; instead, the redhead offers a smile followed by a nod. “It’s okay, Hitomi-san, you musn’t worry about the bullies, I am pretty strong and took self-defense classes. And. . .if you are really okay with it, I would love for you to, uhm, show me around so I stop getting lost.”
Pondering on her following words and the potential outcome from them, a faint pink tinted her cheeks as she chose to just say them. “P - Plus, I am already comfortable around you.” Albeit she refrained from saying why but Yuri brought a sentiment of familiarity that made her at ease.
