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[yanyan]

K

Misaki Yata

Some thug with a skateboard. Actually a third grader.

Magi

Kougyoku Ren

A lonely, crybaby warrior princess with a temper. Actually moe as fuck.

Haganai

Kobato Hasegawa

Severe chuunibyou patient. Sometimes breaks character.

Hetalia

Taiwan

Bubbly personification of an island nation. Loves kawaii shit.

Fire Emblem

Tharja

A gloomy dark mage. Has a knack for hexes.

Feel free to pick anyone from here, though!
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mama

[pathway]

[ it's the middle of the night when noire pokes her head out of her tent, glancing left and right before slipping out with a lantern held in front of her. there's a fairly large bundle wrapped in cloth that's tucked under her arm and occasionally makes the weirdest squelching noises.

after making sure no one's up, she quietly tiptoes over to tharja's tent, stopping in front of the flap. ]

Um... M-Mother? Are you awake? I brought the ingredients...

[hexthis]

Shh!

[ Your mom's too engrossed in this... this... ugh, what's that smell? It will probably disappear once Noire throws whatever she's brought in. Probably. With the same hand that brings a finger to her lips, Tharja beckons Noire to enter. ]

Come in, and watch your step. [ There might be a cat. Who knows? Only the candlelight by Tharja's cauldron makes seeing anything in this tent possible. She continues in a whisper: ] When stirring a silence curse, one must make as little sound as possible.

i'm already crying

[pathway]

S-Sorry...

[ her voice is barely above a whisper as she picks her way through her mother's tent, blowing out the light from her lantern; last thing she wants is for robin or chrom to come looking. the smell coming from the cauldron doesn't bother her too much, tharja cooked up potions that smelled even worse in the future.

she unwraps the cloth, revealing some dark, vaguely wet mess. ]

I've brought what you requested. Five newt hearts, three pairs of bat wings, and the liver of a grizzly bear.

[ god were they hard to get. ]

me too. also who's the father, should we keep it vague, WHO DO YOU SHIP

[hexthis]

[ Tharja looks at the slime-covered organs and watches them glisten under the light. A sinister chuckle can't help escape her lips. ]

Excellent. Put them on the table. [ Just when she's about to tell her to toss the newt hearts in first, a thought crosses her mind. ] Have I ever showed you how to cast this curse before?