#dixtiarum

Calling all Ouran High School Host Club writers! We here at Bellevue have a special request for you all to join us! The following members have been requested:

Haruhi Fujioka

Tamaki Suoh 

Kaoru Hitachiin 

Takashi Morinozuka

Mitsukuni Haninozuka

If you’ve got the muse, please consider us! We’d love to have you!

Hikaru Hitachiin has been placed on hiatus until February 19th.

≺ ★ ≻ The place he walks into is elegant and upscale and almost immediately he feels incredibly out of place somehow. It wasn’t as if he was ever poor, but he was mostly down to Earth when it came to his own comfort and this level just wasn’t where he was at. He’s approached and he’s sure he’s accidentally stepped into the wrong place.

Picking up his head, Shu winced as he sat up properly. everything hurt and wow it had been a really stupid idea to get into a fight with those people. From what he could tell, at least nothing was broken. Just sore.

His attention was drawn to Hikaru and a rueful smile lifted his lips.

“Me? Cry? You’re the host, shouldn’t that have deterred you from joining in that unsightly brawl?”

Reaching up, Shu pressed a finger to his lips and pulled back to see blood covering his fingertips. So either there were cuts on his face or he’d just split his lip. 

Well, there wasn’t much lasting damage hopefully. if treated properly he could avoid scarring.

The meme! Still accepting!

A bright mop of orange a smile like that, no Elsword definitely knows they’ve never met before, he feels like he’d remember someone just from the hair alone. Still he sees people come in and out of the restaurant all the time and their faces tend to all blur together after a while so who really knows. He shrugs picking something sweet up from the snack table and popping it into his mouth. After he swallows he turns a smile to his current companion and inspects him once more before he finally decides that they had certainly not met before without a shadow of a doubt.

“No I don’t think we have” he replies with another shrug, “I think you’d certainly remember if we’d met before. I tend to leave quite an impression on people, at least that’s what Vanessa's told me.” That impression wasn’t always a good one either but you know how it is.

Christmas Starter Sentences || Not accepting

"Are you serious?" Deadpanned En. He had been given that sweater a while ago and he had decided to regift it because he wasn't into oversized, tacky knitted sweaters. It felt too much like a present a stalker would give. He could have given it to Yumoto, but he was already wearing the oversized sweater he had gotten for Christmas last year.

Mila smiled at him and gave him a small bow.

“Boring...” Yuri stated, staring at his phone as he scrolled through instagram. He’d had the night off from practice, and thus decided to grab some food while he waited for the tree lighting or whatever to begin, since he’d heard some people talking about it. However, he hadn’t expected the entire thing to be so boring. Nothing was happening. Everyone that had arrived was either in groups or arriving as couples, leaving the foreigner feeling a little out of place. It wasn’t like he was going to go with his coach, or (god forbid) Lilia. None of the few other city resident he knew sounded like a good idea, either.

( It was times like these that Yuri silently wished everyone from the Grand Prix was around, so he could hang out with them while pretending like he hated it. At the very least, seeing Otabek would have been nice. )

Seeing an opportunity for some sort of excitement, the blonde jerked his foot out quickly just as someone was walking past. A ginger haired guy, carrying one of the free hot chocolates they were serving. 

“Oops.” Yuri said quietly, sounding anything but apologetic to the stranger.