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alittlelaughComment here to request a drabble! Give me something to work off of like characters + situation please and thank you.
If I'm not familiar with characters I'll wing it so press your luck.
If I'm not familiar with characters I'll wing it so press your luck.
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Date: 2024-04-15 05:38 am (UTC)- give me vivi content. hurt me emotionally. or let him pet something cute and fluffy. both?
- drabble about something ruggie misses and can't have for whatever reason, specifically when he's at school in NRC
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Date: 2024-04-15 11:48 am (UTC)That was the thought echoing in Vivi's head as he sat alone in his little chair, watching the sky overhead. He had spent a lot of time dreading his death and wanting more. And even now--yes, he still wanted more. He wanted to travel again with a group of friends. He wanted to fight to protect something. He wanted to hear everyone's laughter.
He wanted to be at Zidane's side.
But that thick heavy dread started shifting, started changing. His body was growing slow and weak. His mind following his body. Thoughts raced less than they did before. He wasn't consumed by the anxiety that once festered in his mind.
Instead he thought to himself how nice the breeze was. How blue the sky is. How perfect this moment. And his longing for his friends was just a small part of those feelings. And it was a small part that was natural and easy as movement, as magic. Everything grew easier as everything also grew harder. It was a strange thing.
His end was coming. And at some point that became okay. Not entirely welcomed, but not nearly so despised.
It wasn't so strange after all. Maybe faster than a normal person would face such things but he lived his short life cramming so many moments full of meaning and love that perhaps that was simply the price of such a rich existence.
It wasn't such a bad thing, to move on.
And really....the breeze felt so nice. There was magic in the air quite literally as the little ones nearby practiced their spells. Their laughter carried over to him, reminded him of bygone days and happy memories.
His life had been so good.
And one day, somehow, in some way....
He would see Zidane's smile again. They'd find their way back together. Or maybe it was that Zidane would see his happiness again? Perhaps not from him, but echoed in the joy of his little ones. Something. Something....
The shape of the future wasn't his to define. But he could almost see its hazy form in the distance. Something not yet solid but also undeniable.
The future was coming even if Vivi wasn't going to be a part of it. And that was okay. And that was right. And death tugged at the little mage's tired body and tired mind and that was also okay.
He had been so very happy.
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Date: 2024-04-15 12:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-04-15 12:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-04-15 12:03 pm (UTC)Well, nearly everything.
Out the corner of his eye he watched Vil and Rook embrace in the halls. The actor seemed a little caught off guard by the gesture but then brightened and tightened the embrace.
Must be nice. It was a mean and tired little sharp thought, resentful. Bringing with it memories of his gran's strong arms around him. Moments of little hyenas clinging onto him and climbing up.
The warmth of other hyenas. The wonderful heaviness of love.
He was homesick. He was touch starved. It wasn't that he was never touching anybody here in NRC but he missed how much love was thick in his life before and now he led this thin thin thin existence so far away. Of course he did this because of that love. One day he'd have a load of money and with it ease all their burdens. Starving now not from lack of food but lack of affection was a small price to pay if one day they could have some sort of comfort.
It'd be worth it. It'd be worth it. He wasn't LONELY. He was surrounded by people. He spent so much time with others. His mind was always busy. His hands were always moving. He didn't have TIME for that feeling at all. At least he tried to make sure of that. His first year away for so so long was maybe a little hard.
Maybe very hard.
But one day after a hard won C on a test something nice happened. A warm hand fell between his ears in a gesture just like his gran's. His hair was ruffled, the hand nudging against ears as it moved. There was a smile that while not the same warm smile he knew from home all the same held some sort of familiar feeling that came tinged with affection. Not the same affection. It was different. It was new. But it was close enough to feed a hungry little hyena that needed something to live off of.
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Date: 2024-04-15 12:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-04-15 05:43 am (UTC)Or try and make Milgram cute. Like Mahiru trying to talk to Futa about love~ Extra bonus points for difficulty if it's during trial two
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Date: 2024-04-15 01:18 pm (UTC)Of course right after that was the cleaning. It made her a little sad to remove those perfect red little prints.
It occured to her though that maybe she could make more perfect little prints. Better ones.
That weekend she took Anya and Bond to the park. She let the two run in circles, hearing the happy sounds of little Anya's laughter as she unfurled the thick paper across the ground. Next came the paint. Bright red, like roses, like love, like apples, like cherries...
Like blood. Also like blood.
Anya was delighted when she had the chance to throw off shoes and socks and stomp around the paper. There was perhaps a bit of...cackling??? And declarations of a bloody trail that spoke of her crimes???
Kids were so imaginative!!
Bond got in on it too. The two little creatures made a beautiful and messy pattern.
Yor did forget to clean the dried paint off the two though. Usually she was so good at cleaning!! How could it have slipped her mind so easily????
Loid did enjoy the artwork in the end. But it took awhile for his heart rate to slow and for the color to return to his face.
Nearby Anya looked on with an annoyed face. Daddy sure had a wild imagination. She hadn't been attacked for weeks now!!
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Date: 2024-04-15 10:25 pm (UTC)That was so adorable, thank yoooooou ❤️
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Date: 2024-04-15 04:44 pm (UTC)She'd been broken. Her body, her heart, maybe something deeper than that. Some sort of soul level thing that Futa didn't understand.
He didn't like the feeling. Didn't approve of the gentle pity that gnawed at the edges of his mind. But that feeling remained despite his resolve to feel nothing.
He didn't know if she was a good person or a bad person. How the death tied to her connected to this small beaten woman next to him. If her heart held malice or delusions or she only acted in ger own defense... he did not know these things and he trusted nothing he learned from anyone. Liars surrounded him. Murderers were around. He didn't have the room to care.
He cared. Her once smiling face was worn, her eyes dim. Even with just one eye he could see that.
"It's okay."
Her words perked him out his thoughts and Futa panicked internally. Had he been staring??
"I'm really feeling much better!" A brightness pushed it's way through the tiredness,lifting tension. "He's taken really good care of us both!"
It wasn't wrong. He was feeling worlds better than he had after it happened.
"He's worked really hard, yeah." His voice was rusty and heavy with the distance he desperately wanted to place between them both. She didn't seem to hear that bit. To her there was no distance, no distaste, no reason for any feeling between but a shining comradery.
That's the shape of her love. That's the thought that came drifting into Futa's mind as they chatted.
Horrifying.
A thing that was blind to everything, even the state of the shell that housed the feeling. It didn't seem right that someone so easily beaten held something so freakishly unbeatable.
Nothing made sense.
But.
It was warmer when that sick terrible unbeatable feeling flickered in that woman beside him. She was unknowable. Her truths he'd never truly unravel. He held no trust.
But it was still warmer beside her.
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Date: 2024-04-15 10:43 pm (UTC)I think I love this one best because it just gets Mahiru.
"A thing that was blind to everything, even the state of the shell that housed the feeling. It didn't seem right that someone so easily beaten held something so freakishly unbeatable."
Girl is scary but also tragic. And poor Futa has no idea how to handle it. So good.
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Date: 2024-04-15 06:05 am (UTC)meetcutefirst meetingmeetcutegraduation separation slash rielle learns azul's going to go to high school on land (ACTUALLY DID RIELLE AND AZUL GO TO LAND BOOTCAMP TOGETHER?????)i may or may not come back with more prompts but again please do not feel pressured to do all of these i will be happy with any one of them
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Date: 2024-04-15 10:16 pm (UTC)They all knew that was going to happen. They saw him off and everything. But that felt fake, like he'd be back in a few weeks like he had been when he left for long term work.
Weeks and weeks went by and Ruggie Bucchi wasn't home.
Fray stood outside the home of Ruggie Bucchi, a Ruggieless abode. He wasn't very big yet, he was still very young after all. People said he was smart though and that wasn't nothing. Maybe that was why he was jealous of Ruggie, getting to go to a big faraway place with lots of books to read. Fray had learned to read over the last year and he became obsessed with it.
He read a lot but rarely wrote. Something made him finally write though. The letter was held to his chest as he considered the home before him. Was Ruggie's grandmother home? Probably not. His big ears didn't hear her inside.
Maybe he shouldn't leave the letter. It wasn't good. His handwriting was messy messy messy as Mae always said. The sentences were short and choppy like stories for little babies.
The letter was slid under the door anyway. He wanted Ruggie to remember him. Wanted Ruggie to know everyone was helping his grandmother. That they were eating good. That everyone was happy.
That they missed him.
Come home soon.
When are you coming home?
Come pick me up up up up and throw me high high high and catch me and laugh and swing around and do it again.
Dumb baby games for babies. But. When it was with RUGGIE. It was fun anyway.
What was Ruggie doing right now? Was he writing lots of things down? Did he have lots of books? Was his new work good? Did he make lots of money now? Were the other students fun even if they weren't hyenas? Were they nice? Were they mean?
Did he miss them?
Did he want to carry them around still? Did he want to tell secrets about good places to hide or steal still? Were they still his favorites?
Feet too big for the little boy they were attached to padded away from the empty home, leaving behind the letter but carrying alone the heavy sentiment held by dozens of young hyenas big and small.
We want our Ruggie back.
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Date: 2024-04-16 01:30 am (UTC)Even in the dorm area that so closely mimicked his home the scent wasn't quite right. It was probably for the better, the scent he missed would absolutely be considered a Stink to everyone else. The smell of too many bodies that spent all day in the sun, the special stink of little hyena brats whose fur became rank during the day, the way the air stood still in some areas where the homes were built too closely together.
The air in Savanaclaw held none of that nastiness and that was nice. But.
Not home.
The people likewise were in many ways familiar but not quite right. There were many other beastmen and their attitudes though not always pleasant always made sense to Ruggie. And he knew how to get along with people when he wanted. Knew how to puff up and intimidate others when he needed. The start was rough considering his size but he secured his reputation quickly enough to find peace and security.
But there were no hyenas.
And there were no kids.
And no women.
No gran.
He missed wading through crowds of cubs after work, letting his hands ruffle through various heads of fluff as he moved. Missed hefting up some small shrieking smiling brat to toss up and then catch neatly all to their delight.
He missed curling up with his grandmother on the couch, his head tucked under his chin even though he was way too old for such childish gestures. He never told her not to. And she never stopped pulling him in against her. She'd hold him snug and he'd listen to her breath, feel her heartbeat. Maybe since she had to let go of his mother so long ago she wanted to hold onto him all the more.
He missed his mom.
It would sound insane to say to anyone--she was dead after all and had been his entire life. But his home held the reminders of the woman who gave her life for him and now those tiny things were all far away since he couldn't just take that from his grandmother too. After all, he was already taking HIMSELF away.
She'd be home by now probably, making herself a late dinner. Something quick, not even cooked. Cold meat suited her fine she always said and vegetables were more healthy uncooked anyway.
He would have made her something if he was there.
If he was there.
He wasn't there. He was in Savanaclaw hanging up laundry that didn't even belong to him way too late because someone had a lab incident with some first years. Somehow though--that felt like home to him. The little busy chores always felt like home.
Not that he'd ever say he was grateful. That'd be too much.
When Ruggie Met Leona (But Leona Had Not Met Him)
Date: 2024-04-16 02:53 am (UTC)There were way too many guys around but it was just something Ruggie would have to get use to. All boys school seemed to be kind of stupid to Ruggie but he supposed maybe the humans of the place couldn't handle themselves with women. Pathetic and pitiful but ultimately not something he could change. No women, no other hyenas, just a bunch of dudes and him far far FAR from home.
But there were at least beastmen. He noticed them around, most grouping together.
He didn't join them. At least not yet.
It was after it was decided he was a member of Savanaclaw that he finally drifted towards the group. They were all bigger than him. All smirking. They wanted to seem big to their fresh meat. That was pretty typical. Ruggie met their gazes, refusing to shrink back. He didn't keep their attention long, there were plenty of newbies to mean mug at afterall.
Then the housewarden spoke.
His voice was deep. One of the deepest he'd ever heard. His words didn't seem to match with that deep commanding voice, all careless and unimpressed. He called them herbivores, told them he was in charge. All the welcoming stuff filtered through one dickwad of a lion who was to be his authority figure for the school year. Well, that was fine.
There was another thought that tickled at the edges of Ruggie's brain too.
He's handsome.
It was a recent thing, noticing when other guys were handsome or hot. Maybe it was because most of the guys he was usually around back home were all just his friends, his big brothers, and doofuses he knew just way too well.
There were guys here though that Ruggie knew were hot.
But this guy--Kingscholar was it? He seemed to be the hottest.
Kingscholar huh? That name sounded familiar. Well, he'd figure it out later.
this was a snek mem but is the actual Meet Cute
Date: 2024-04-16 03:41 am (UTC)As it is you already stand out too much. You bought what you could. Notebooks and pens. A P.E. uniform. Borrowed the ceremonial robe from the school. Was gifted a magic pen as charity. But even with all that you couldn’t get it all. So you’re left strolling down the hall in the one button up white shirt you used for work and your nicest pair of pants. You’ve gotten in trouble already for being out of uniform but what can you do?
You ignore someone whispering about your lack of uniform as you walk down the hall—some Heartslabyul student with a dumb club drawn on one cheek. Asshole. You consider him briefly as your target, then you see him.
The lion housewarden of Savanaclaw. His eyes are darting to that Heartslabyul student with his judgements about you. And in that moment you strike.
Brush against him as you pass with the excuse of moving away from the gossip. The wallet is easily taken and slid into a pocket. Its worryingly heavy in your hand—how much does this guy carry?? Would he notice this much suddenly missing?
But as you look up at him, apology already coming out, he doesn’t look angry with you. No, the intensity of his gaze doesn’t hold any anger at all but it’s still piercing and heavy and you can’t help but notice the way one corner of his mouth lifts in a smirk. He’s amused. Maybe agreeing with that club boy’s assessment of you that’s continuing in a whisper to a friend of his, some frufru Pomp kid.
With a wide smile and a sweet apology you slip away, stomach now churning with excitement instead of hunger. You hit a jackpot today and you’ll eat a full lunch. Then later you can pretend to find the missing wallet or leave it in the dorm lounge area for the lion to find on his own.
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Date: 2024-04-15 01:50 pm (UTC)Ruggie and Jack - How to deal with really eager to please kouhai, in a way that's silly, sweet or anything else
Ruggie and Epel - Part 2 of the above
Ruggie and Vil - Strange Penpals (neither knows who the other is but write to each other and can't remember why, and it all began a long time ago when little Ruggie sneaked into a film set and befriended a lonely little girl(?) who let him sneak off with food and things).
WRONG JOURNAL BUT ENJOY I hope you have fun writing and don't feel the need to do them all!!