Scenario Event: KnB Cross Colors Folktale~ Momotaro of Miracles (also 2nd round of Yokai Gasha)
Starting today at 4pm JST the Momotaro Scenario Event will open! Here are the character roles for those unfamiliar with the story.
Momotaro: Akashi (duh) Monkey: Kuroko Dog: Kise Bird: Midorima (Red and Blue) Demons: Kagami and Aomine Kibidango (the food Momotaro gives to befriend the animals): Murasakibara *Bonus: Baby Momotaro?: Nigou XD
Also a bit late but the Yokai Gasha has returned with an update! Previously just clothes and accessories, now the gasha has the avatar versions of the GoM, but the biggest update is with the addition of the “partner” avatars too!
Kasamatsu: Komainu (lion dog guardian) Takao: Kawatengu (river tengu) Imayoshi: shutendouji (drunk oni) Himuro: Yuki Otoko (snow man) -usually Yuki Onna (snow woman) Mayuzumi: amanojaku (a yokai that makes you act on your evil desires, and spread spirit pollution)
I finally have functional dressers! The grey hold shirts and pants, and the clear have undergarments, socks and pajamas. I couldn’t keep folded clothes organized in those deep drawers at all, but they’re perfectly functional now! Workout clothes and accessories in the bins above, sweaters in the one on the seasonal chest. With this Smarch weather changing its mind everyday I havent fully switched my seasonal clothes yet, so this is about as full as it’s gonna be. The additional drawers were $40 total, so this was a fairly inexpensive make over!
I’ve received a few requests to describe Tarjei’s style and to compare it to Isak’s. Not the easiest task but I’ll give it a try. Above are some outfits that I think showcase the differences. Apart from some exceptions (see this post), their styles are rather different.
This turned into quite an essay, so feel free to scroll past it if this isn’t something you find interesting. Otherwise, click below to keep reading.
⇢ Draco x Reader; Pure-blood Slytherin; Arranged Marriage; Requested
The foundations of a successful married union consisted of a similar social status, economic class, and financial welfare. A relationship built upon the pillars of infatuation and impulse was unlikely to endure the inevitable difficulties of life.
Beginning at a young age, strict principles of the trivial illusion of love and the necessity for esteemed marriage were intertwined with daily life. That is not to say you were taught that love did not exist; no, you were simply taught that the preservation of the sacred, pure-blood status was far more important than finding the alleged true love.
The Malfoys were a powerful, pure-blooded family, venerated by the elitist community.
You were a part of the highly revered bloodline, the Y/L/N’s.
Both families birthed great Slytherins in their namesakes. Thus, an arranged marriage that ensured the union between the two families came as a surprise to no one.
What was not expected, however, was an arranged union between you and the Malfoys’ only son, Draco, when he and your fraternal twin had already developed a much closer bond. At times, it seemed as if they may have loved each other.
You heaved a sigh as the final lace of your corset was secured. While you were assisted in preparing for your wedding, your sister sat on a cushioned chair in the room.
“You look stunning,” she breathed as you slipped into your wedding dress. “Draco is one lucky guy.” Although she had a smile on her face, you heard a trace of resentment lingering in her tone.
Seeing as you were the eldest, albeit by a mere twenty-three minutes, it was expected for you to be married off first. Yet, despite your upbringing, you could not shake off a feeling of injustice for your beloved sister. She should have been the one in the wedding dress, waiting in anticipation to see Draco Malfoy in black and white.
“Thank you,” you replied, glancing at yourself in the mirror. Needless to say, you looked as charming as you imagined you would on your wedding day. Everything was perfectly in place; you were sure the wedding would go by smoothly.
A whirlwind of time flew by and, before you knew it, you were forcing a smile on your face as your father faced you in pride. He offered his arm to you in practiced poise as he led you in the parade down the aisle.
Green and silver adorned the white, marble palace that held your union; the filtered sunlight was caught in the jewels of your wedding tiara. The guests had proud expressions on their faces and heads turned toward you, marveling at the elegance you exuded.
Everything seemed to go according to plan–everything just how you were always told a wedding day should be. Except for one thing.
The groom wasn’t looking at his bride.
Instead, you saw Draco Malfoy spare glances at the maid-of-honor, your twin sister. You ignored the stinging sensation in your eyes, simply simpering when you met Draco at the alter.
The vows, the exchange of rings, and the I Do’s passed by in a blur. The ceremonial first kiss was short and staged. Then came time for the reception. Among the twirls and dips of the first dance, you and Malfoy managed to share a sincere smile. You remembered the Relationship Formula. Similar backgrounds and common interests yielded a successful union. You scolded yourself for ever doubting it.
However, after the dance ended, he pulled away, leaning in only to say, “I can’t believe I’m stuck with you instead of your sister.”
“Pardon?” Your lips were pressed together in a thin line to keep from ruining the image of a perfect wedding. If Draco Malfoy wanted to act like an arse, then he would have to deal with one in return. But you decided you could hold in your annoyance for the sake of the pure-blooded guests. After all, you knew best that revenge was a dish best served cold.
Malfoy didn’t reply, of course, and the reception went along accordingly: You and Malfoy avoiding petty social interaction, but systematically interfacing with other pure-bloods in order to strengthen connections.
When the reception dwindled down and the guests were bade farewells, you and Malfoy Apparated to the Malfoy manor, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy kindly housing elsewhere for the night.
As you and Malfoy were getting ready for bed, a cold silence filled the room. You were confused and pissed off, to say the least. Even while in Hogwarts, the both of you were on diplomatic, if not friendly, terms. Now, he acted as if he loathed you.
“What’s the matter with you, Malfoy?” you questioned, sick of the silence.
Unsurprisingly, he gave no reply.
You scoffed, shaking your head at him in disdain. “Childish,” you muttered.
Malfoy shot you a glare, but even that retort did not rouse him.
Frustration continued to bubble up inside you, both toward the amount of accessories you had on and toward Malfoy’s decorum.
“Do you mind calling your house elf, at least? At this rate, I might be in this attire forever.” You fumbled with removing your necklace, letting out a sigh of victory when you finally released the clasp.
“Father assigned ours to a long task quite far from here.”
“Of course.” You removed the tiara from your head, slowly unraveling the intricate updo your hair was in. “No human servants, I’m assuming.”
“The only other person here is me, Y/N.”
Malfoy glared at you, halfheartedly this time.
Progress, you thought. By now, all of your accessories have been removed and you were struggling with unbuttoning your wedding dress. The buttons were lined down your back, conveniently so.
“Mind making yourself useful, Malfoy?” you wondered, gesturing at your full length gown.
“I’d rather watch you struggle. It’s really quite entertaining.”
“I do hope you know that it’s not necessary for you to be a complete arse, Draco Malfoy.”
“What sort of Malfoy would I be, then?”
“A decent one.”
“I wouldn’t say that if I were you,” Malfoy said dryly. “You’re a Malfoy now, too.”
He folded his arms, continuing to watch your futile attempt to unbutton your dress. “Stop saying that, it’s rather annoying.”
“But that’s what this situation is, is it not? Tragic,” you said with a shrug.
“Why do you say that?”
“Well, for starters, my sister hates me for marrying the man she loves. My husband is in love with my sister–”
“–and I’m here because preserving the bloodline is more important than the both of your petty feelings combined,” you concluded. You thought of what Malfoy said after your first dance as a married union; how he wished it were your sister instead. “Though, you appear to think otherwise.”
He showed no reaction.
“For goodness’ sake, can you at least help me unbutton this thing?” you snapped, feeling suffocated by your wedding dress.
You began to worry when Malfoy obliged with no rebuttal.
After a few moments of silence, he spoke up. “I didn’t mean what I said at the reception. You’re not worse than your sister. You’re not horrible compared to her.”
“Then why’d you say it?”
“I was angry for your sister. While I may not love her romantically, it was quite obvious she had strong feelings for me. I assumed, as her sister, you knew that. Yet, you went on with the marriage.”
Now it was your turn to sit silently.
“It’s not like I had much of a choice,” you muttered. “Receive high marks at Hogwarts. Make a name for myself as a Slytherin. Marry a pure-blood my father betrothed me to. That’s all my parents want from me. It’s the least I could do for them.”
As he began to unbutton your dress, the tips of his fingers brushed your skin, causing you to arch your back at the cool touch. Your eyes drifted shut.
“I had no say in most of this, Draco. I thought you, of all people, would understand.”
“If I have a child, I think I would let him marry who he wants,” Draco said. You felt his breath against your neck.
You bit your lip. “I disagree. There are some things you need to sacrifice to maintain the blood status.”
Draco’s fingers stopped moving against your skin. All the buttons were loosened, but he continued to rest his hand on your lower back. “Yes, but surly not your child’s happiness.”
You laughed as if he told you a pathetically funny joke. “Of course not their happiness. It’s only their married union.”
“A lasting relationship consists of similarities,” you stated matter-of-factly. “Start off with similar backgrounds. Continue with similar interests. You don’t need to feel happy or in be love in the beginning. Happiness will come along the way.”
“Most people,” Draco coughed, “get married because they’re in love.”
“And what good does it do them?“
You and Draco were now facing each other at the edge of the bed. He cocked his head and looked at you. “And I’ve been told my views are extreme.” He paused. “You believe all this? Truly?”
You nodded. “You do not?”
“No,” he said softly.
“Then why did you agree to the marriage?”
“Like you, I didn’t have much of a choice.” He ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back. “And I believe part of me thought it wouldn’t be so bad. With you.”
“What about my sister?” The comment he made at the reception still stung.
“I never liked her romantically.” Draco smirked at you–the closest thing to a smile you received from him this night. “Someone else always seemed to catch my eye.”
You hummed as you slipped out of your wedding dress and clothed yourself in a nightgown. “She seems like a pain.”
Draco caught your hand as you walked around and attempted to lace his fingers through it. “She certainly is a difficult one.”
“You looked beautiful tonight,” Draco remarked. “Even now, you still do. No one in the room could shadow your beauty. I’m sorry if I made you think differently.”
“And I must say, you looked handsome yourself.”
You sat down on the bed, claiming the left side.
“It’s still fairly early in the night and no one will be here until tomorrow afternoon.”
You quirked an eyebrow at Draco’s suggestive comment. “And I will use that time to sleep.” You curled up under the duvet cover.
"I’m sure we can fill up the time with something much more entertaining than sleep.”
That time, you didn’t argue.
So which side of the bed do you sleep on? Lol. I’m in a middle like a starfish. My bed. Mine. But if I am sharing, I claim the side nearest to a wall. Idk why.
Just to emphasize the fact that Slytherins value traditionalism. Not sex&drugs&rock&roll. We’re classy virtuosos who hold traditionalism to a high standard.
Sorry to the anon who requested this! I didn’t exactly stick to the request; I just used what inspired me and ran with it, hah.
Hello everyone, Mr.E here and back! Thank you for everyone who likes, comments and reblogs this story. it means a lot to me
i want to apologize to those who were waiting for this. I took a month off because in all these nearly 2 years of writing (holy snap that’s next month) and the random bouts were i didn’t post, I never actually took a break. but I’m back, refreshed and ready to keep stories for you amazing people.
Here it is, the finale of the current arc thought of by my good friend @marionette-j2x who was kind enough to let me borrow her ocs *Jelina, Mary and Berry with their lord Kim* and let me write out the arc idea she came up with and a special @thefandombytes who helped me with some translations. thanks buddy, I greatly appreciate it!
This is not the story finale so no worries, there’s still some more nova on the way. Well I am going to simply let the show get on the road cuz I know a few of you waited a long time for this so here we go.
I’ve made lemon cream-cheese frosting for brownies, but I had a bunch left over, so now I’m planning to make lemon-filled crepes. But, then there were the rinds of the lemons, and I’ve always wanted to try candying lemons. So now there are candied lemon rinds too, but nothing to use them with? And then I bought a bag of like ten meyer lemons, because I’ve never made anything with meyer lemons before, but they really don’t taste like normal lemons, so I have to make a seporate meyer lemon tart with those, and then maybe candy those peels, because I read that they’d be good chopped up in salads. On top of it all, there will be lemon poppyseed pancakes for Mothers Day. Which might go well with whatever lemon frosting doesn’t get used in the crepes. Please someone help me eat all these lemons.
If I may be pettily bitter for a moment, I have a certain hatred for everyone who thought it was okay to tease those with glasses, either by calling them “four eyes” or more serious offenses, like breaking them in half, that now wear them as an accessory. They took clear vision for granted and mocked the necessity of the thing that allows someone to see almost as clearly, but now value them as a trend? Those fake lenses can’t hide that bullshit!
Question: Comparing meeting each other for the first time and now, who has the biggest change?
Jun answered Leader Masaki answered Leader Sho answered Jun Leader answered Jun Nino answered Masaki
Jun’s reason M: When we formed this group, Leader didn’t indirectly drink the same drink with us. N: He didn’t like that. A: He is sensitive isn’t he. M: But around two years after debut, surprisingly that became OK. Until then, I remembered that he didn’t like sharing food or drink that others have had. N: Once I wanted to drink the melon soda Ohno-san was drinking, he didn’t give it to me. I asked several times and at last he took a big sip and then gave the rest to me. S: Do you dislike it now? O: Not at all now. A: Really OK? Not that you were tolerating but really OK with it? O: It’s just simply I don’t understand why others want to drink what I drink? S: So you are not obsessed with cleanliness? O: At that time I thought I was a little bit.
Aoki: Do other members dislike drinking what other members drink? M: Not at all. A: No. S: Any member will be fine. In fact we don’t have much chance sharing drinks, but it’s fine sharing. A: Not dislike at all. O: OK even now? S: Totally OK. M: You are not OK? O: Not that I’m not OK, but don’t you have even slightest resistance at all? A: Not at all. N: We haven’t since long time ago. S: No resistance from the beginning. O: Then you can kiss each other without hesitation? M: I don’t say this (laugh). We don’t share drink because of indirect kiss.
Masaki’s reason A: In the past, Ohno-san wore boots, and used trendy accessories. He looked cool, but recently he comes to work with slippers. He totally changed. S: During Jr. time, you wore gold necklace didn’t you? O: Yes I did. I was cool in the past. Aoki: Now you look handsome too. N: Now you don’t think about dress in that way. S: Hope you’d think about it. But do you think about “I want to put on that necklace” now? O: No, in fact, no. S: When did you give up that thought? A: What happened? You had quite a lot boots. N: Everyone wants to know. Please tell us. S: When? When? O: Is it better that I dress like that? S: The image is a bit different from what we had when we met for the first time. O: But I did once then gave it up, during debut. Did you know that I start putting it on again after some time? M: For a short period of time? O: For a short period of time. S: Aoki-san looks shocked. Aoki: Not gold? O: Not gold. Silver. M: You put on some sort of leather bangle. O: Yes I did. Now I don’t put on accessories at all. I think there is a period I like it, like wave. A: I want for your next wave of accessories. O: Yes.