#practicalandpretty

Standing in the hot sun, going through the grueling task of harvesting, and the worst of all, having being surrounded by the smell of dirt. Fieldwork was the least favorite of Tsurumaru’s chores, but he would actually develop a sense of guilt if he asked Mitsu-bou to do it all the time and at least he wasn’t alone, having to work with Izuminokami Kanesada. 

My, look at the uchigatana taking his work seriously. Wasn’t it boring? Perhaps, things should be livened up a little.

Kakyoin holds his hand up in a wait gesture-- if the other’s even paying attention or looking enough to notice, that’s a different question. “Hey, hey, you’re going to need to slow down !” How’s he supposed to keep up with... whatever this guy’s doing, or where his train of thought is going without at least a little context.

She had never seen so much hair on a person’s head, besides her own; especially on a male figure. The first thing that came to mind were all of the possible ways she could do someone’s hair. Braiding, ponytails, pigtails, curling it, straightening it, etc; Heck, they was even the idea of putting little buns atop the forehead, just like how her hair was. All of these ideas continued to swarm around her mind, as her stare grew longer and longer. She was in a daze, and wasn’t able to snap out of it right away.

Unfortunately for her, she didn’t realise the person she was staring at had turned around, noticing her presence right away. A hard cough was heard, and Usagi immediately felt herself back in reality. She quickly looked down, unable to face the person’s hard gaze. She was caught in the act, and was completely embarrassed. 

“ Um.... ahaha, hello. You have.... such nice hair? “ 

♀: What is an AU, you really want to play with your muse?

I’ve already done two for Kaito, so switching to Umu for a sec- a Team Skull!Ultra Moon AU! IDK why, but I find it interesting to think about what would happen if Umu had actually, like, joined Team Skull instead of beating them all up. Maybe she’d be like their sunny, cheerful mascot? That one person who they’re 99% sure is too sweet to actually do anything illegal, but also she’s tight with the boss so she might also secretly be a psychopath.

The sight of the lanterns being released into the night sky is oddly soothing to the goddess. Where do they end up, she wonders? Will they travel around the skies, across the globe, until their light burns out? The people of Uruk do not have the tradition of letting lanterns into the sky, so witnessing this spectacular is a first time for Ishtar. 

Crimson irises trail the lanterns as they slowly leave the ground. She would be lying if she said she is not the least mesmerized by them. Ishtar is impressed, really — so humans are capable of creating something this stunning as well. ❝ They’re so beautiful. The lanterns, I mean. ❞

Minseok sass time || accepting

Since Oralech had arrived in this strange city, his whole outlook on life had been challenged. People here were, first of all, far too kind in comparison to the hostility or outright ignorance he was used to. Second of all, food and water seemed to be a given, rather than something to be hunted down each and every day. Third, he had... a place to stay. One that was far more spacious than anything he'd ever been used to-- even back in the Commonwealth.

He'd spent the first few days settling in. Just accepting that he was free. It was so incredibly, undeniably surreal. Even in the first /weeks/, he'd kept to himself, speaking no more to others than he absolutely needed. Oralech stayed out in the fields, looking to the night sky for answers to questions he didn't speak out loud. But even the sky was different-- radically so, from what he'd looked to for years and years.

How fitting that it'd be the stars that'd drive him to action, again, even after so long. Oralech had eyed the library every time he walked past it-- just like he eyed each and every person reading the paper, a book, anything-- but today was the first day he even dared to venture in. With... some minor trouble, thanks to those horns poking out of his skull, making his already tall stature even more terrifyingly large.

He quickly realized his mistake in being here. It wasn't as if he could just magically read, just because he'd found a place so packed with books. It wasn't like the words would just read themselves to him-- that wasn't how books worked, as he was painfully aware of. At a loss for what to do, and with far more bravado than any man so unsure of himself had any right to have, Oralech approached the nearest person who looked like... someone who knew books, in his horribly flawed and inexperienced opinion. Surely they tended to the books here. Surely.