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Shout-outs of Awesomeness | Not Accepting (for now!)

For the first one, @charmonys, @hatefueled, and @enkosmios immediately come to mind for HSR muses! @sangsorrow and @sleeplesswork also carry a lot for the IvanTill nation with their pretty convincing portrayal of their relationship.

winter prompts // @godmarked

it's entirely too messy — but unfortunately that's the only way haru knew how to bake. loose flour is everywhere, cracked eggshells discarded near a half emptied bag of chocolate chips. the cookies she whipped up were in the strangest shapes (she swears they look like animals), making for a very unusual looking batch of goodies. she hears the oven ding, the cue that it was ready for receiving, and turns excitedly to her best friend.

"are you done shaping yours? or did you make 'em round?"

the question is full of bubbly, almost childlike excitement. it was so nice to have gotten back together with aishi again — even if the circumstances for her moving into the city had been partially due to her brother's health. haru's cat, rokka, meowed plaintively from below, the tabby rubbing up against both girls in vain efforts to receive an offering of cookie dough; how is he supposed to know human sweets were toxic to him? haru shimmies through the kitchen to grab her oven mitts, careful not to bump aishi. a pouty look overtakes her expression as rokka meows again.

@godmarked echoed: flowers and chocolate for a mr. vergil sparda?

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 .        Expression contorting into that of annoyance  &  mild confusion as he looks down at the items carried within their arms ,   before glancing back up at them as new lines gather at the bridge of his nose .   Just what was she trying to do ?   Surely she didn't think that he would blush like some foppish human that craved such confections  &  adoration from others  (  at least from complete  &  utter strangers ,   that is  ) .

@godmarked : cupid bow's meme: GLOW: sender brushes a strand of hair from receiver’s face

to the general jy from lady yu perhaps....

that   wild   mane   of   his   used   to   be   a   point   of   teasing   in   the   past.   he   recalled   vividly   how   his   dearest   companions   mercilessly   quipped   about   the   mess   it   often   was,   that   it   surely   had   to   get   in   the   way   when   fighting   and   that   he   ought   to   invest   more   time   in   brushing   it   properly.   needless   to   say,   that   hair   of   his   had   a   way   of   defying   most   restraints,   and   he   hardly   found   it   all   that   messy   to   begin   with,   and   so   even   centuries   after   those   beloved   friends   of   his   faded   from   his   life   did   it   hardly   look   different   than   it   used   to.

it   was,   as   such,   no   surprise   that   a   handful   of   strands   might   be   deemed   entirely   out   of   place,   occasionally.   what   was,   however,   thoroughly   unusual   was   that   someone   should   deign   to   correct   their   placement.

as   the   vaguely   familiar   woman   reached   out   and   brushed   back   those   stray   hairs   the   general   blinked,   admittedly   surprised   by   the   gesture.   after   another   moment   or   two,   he   then   offered   a   loose   smile,   though   a   grateful   one   nonetheless.

❛    you   have   my   thanks,   ❜   he   said,   tone   veering   towards   a   soft   chuckle.   ❛    you   aren't   the   first   who   couldn't   help   themselves.   ❜