I already made some for Mayari, Cecile, Luciano, and Tian.
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If you don't have any signature, please tell me. Same thing if you have any ideas on how you'd want it to be done, although I can't promise that I'd do it perfectly either way.
(NOTE: idk the link for Matteo's creator. So if you do, can you ask them about whether they have his signature or not and if it's okay if I could try make up one)
wait does valentine only had 1 or 2 blackmails? i feel like i misread it..
Valentine has only 1 blackmail.
Blackmails in the story so far:
Valentine: 'Valentine has always been a toy to play with, especially by the promiscuous man he called his only love.'
Matteo: 'Ms. Ellis Gatling,/A girl who lost her brother,/Filmed by his killer.' 'Young Matteo Sparke:/A murderer at age ten,/walks free among you.'
Yuriko: 'They would rather lie to your face than to tell you any other anomalies made in their otherworldly expeditions.'
Mayari: 'A jellyfish's glow that was meant to fade still lingers even through her silver hours.'
Ozzie: 'A renegade ready to fire at anyone. All to lose it for a tragedy.'
Luciano: 'If his beloved Captain were to tell him to do the extremes, Luciano would do it with a smile on his face.'
haii!! Im bringing the typa greed they talk about in the bible (*´ー`*) can iiii get 55 burgers 55 fries 55 nugget 55 cola 55 erm errm damon drabble for valentines..? It dont have to be finished/posted at valentines i just want something something okiee thank!!!!
anything for u my most favorite down bad damon fan!! (^_^) im sorry it’s so short… but happy valentines!
damon maitsu’s ultimate talent is debating, not dating. which is why despite being the self proclaimed smart guy, he’s struggling (almost terribly). not to a point where it’s annoying or a hassle in any way though, thankfully it’s stupidly endearing.
after every choice, he thinks back to his parents. oh how sweet and kind his parents are to give him advice on how to not mess up a date.
‘make sure to be a gentleman compliment them!’ his mother says. then, his dad perks up. ‘yeah, hit ‘em with a good pickup line or two!’ he exclaimed cheerfully. right at the doorframe his mother adjusts his suit while his dad watches with a smile. her hands run along the soft fabric, a material both she and her husband are familiar with as they made this very suit he’s wearing tonight. ‘don’t forget what we’ve told you, alright?’ his mother says.
he absolutely did not forget.
“ah, hello? earth to damon?” you call out, waving your hand in front of him. he quickly blinks, seeming restless.
“huh? oh, yeah?” he perks, you quirk your brows. you look at him confused, though you’re actually more worried.
“you were definitely spacing out, are you okay? is this date… boring?” you asked nervously. you don’t want to hear him agree.
“no! not at all. i- uh-” his eyes wonder around, from you to the table then everything else. he’s looking for something, anything that can… oh he’s got just the thing. “a-are you a rose? cause you’re as beautiful as ever” he lets out an awkward laugh. he noticed the jar of roses sitting in the middle of the table, and decided to use his dad’s advice now.
‘don’t forget to hit ‘em with a good pickup line or two!’
suddenly you laugh. bright and stunning — you laughed at his stupid joke. his heart was struck.
“hahah! damon, where’d that come from? that’s… sweet. thank you” you smile at him, and reach out to hold his hand. “i didn’t know you were one for pickup lines… hm. i like your outfit, i think it really suits you” you giggle, and so does he. oh how your heart feels warm too. “actually that counts more as a pun, huh?”
he shakes his head. “no, it’s okay. it has the same effect. but thank you, my parents made it for me”
you gave a surprised expression. “really? wow! they must be very talented. no wonder their son is too”
damon blushes again. “yeah they’re… they’re pretty good. thank you for acknowledging my talent, even if it’s boring sometimes”
“no way!” you protest. “you’re anything but boring. c’mon, how about you tell me a little more about how you got into debate and all, let me hear all about you, maitsu”
god damon was gonna be a flustered mess by the end of this dinner date. the one thing his parents didn’t tell him to do was keep his composure. so… maybe it’s okay if he loses it a little, right?
“okay. well, it all started when i was in elementary…”
"Hm? What is it?"
[ She asks as she sits on the floor, waiting for Tian to come back from his pharmacy. ]
"You don't think of yourself as that, do you?"
"Tian, are you there? It's me, Mayari! We need help!"
[ Mayari rushes over while carrying something small in her hands, her hair glowing in white with blue and her eyes blue filled with worry. ]
Mayari? What is it?!
"Whew, that was a heck of a party. Good thing that it wasn't that chaotic in a bad way......Hm?"
As Mayari walked into the room after the party, she spotted the two items that weren't on her table before leaving her dorm room, a letter that's addressed to her and a very familiar flower.
"Is this...... a Lunar Tear? And here I thought I'd never see one again... But then again, the gachapon managed to have a lot more unusual things than this..."
She picked up the Lunar Tear and gently caressed it with a small smile and glanced over the letter. Wondering what the contents are, she reached out to the letter and opened it. And it read:
"To my dear classmate, Mayari
To my friend, Mayari
Mayari, by the time you read this, you've probably made it back safely from the party. I thought of giving you this note and the....."Lunar Tear", I believe it's called? because someone told me that whenever you were offered gifts by those who you gifted, you'd try to insist that you don't deserve to have them. So, I figured leaving these two items in your dorm room without you noticing would be the best option. Until you find out who sent you this letter and flower, I hope you'll hold onto them and understand that you DO deserve to have precious things as much as you give that to others. If you don't believe it, then..... just don't do anything that's reckless and stupid, alright?"
Just as the letter said, there was no name of the sender. Mayari's eyebrows furrowed in thought. How did this person know about the Lunar Tear? Was this gift a prank or something they'd lose a bet on? What is their real goal of doing this? Countless questions flowed into her mind before she shook her head. Nevermind, she should probably save those thoughts for another day. For now, she should wash up and rest. As she placed back the letter and the Lunar Tear, she thought out loud of the words that stood out the most and gave out a wry smile to herself,
"I deserve to have precious things as much as I give others that, huh?"
"........."
[ Her grip onto her sleeve becomes tighter as one of her eyes turns white, signifying her confliction. ]
".......I know that it's not my place to say this, and it might sound foolish from me, but..... I personally believe that it *is* worth it. You may not believe this, but I've experienced loss before, much more times than I could ever count. Even though most of them don't deserve to be known after death at that time, I still wished that they'd still be remembered by their true history...... Besides, am I still considered honorable if I were to not keep onto your memory, just like when I confessed to all of you about my true talent?"
"S-sir Valentine? It's Mayari.... Is it true??
That you're dead?"
[ Her hair glows white with blue streaks to match her face paled in shock, and her eyes glow blue ]
Yes, yes…all true.
Please, don’t act so shocked. I’ll be fine.
To be brutally honest, I’m turning quite bitter towards it all.
One can only die so many times.
[ After the confession about her true Ultimate title and being the first person to leave from the group, Mayari went into the storage closet, closed the door, sat onto the floor and hugged her knees and buried her face in them. She was shaking, the white and blue glow in her hair and eyes came back, and..........
she began to cry.
Mayari tried to keep her sobs as quiet as possible. She never knew what to expect from everyone's reactions after her confession. Clearly, she thought everyone would react very badly to it and ostracize her from this very day. But no, that didn't happen. Sure, they would still ask questions about it, but it wasn't out of mockery, but out of concern. Pure, genuine concern. Even though she's aware that there are good, bad, and neutral people in this world, even though she's *fully* aware of this, even though she should be happy about being honest about one of her dark secrets......
So why, just why......
Why can't she stop crying? ]
"Ah, thank you....."
[ The glowing girl approaches the chair and sits with an exasperated sigh escaping from her lips as she places her hand onto her forehead. ]
"....Um, hi.
It's me, again."
[ She greets you as her hair glows white and her eyes in blue as she looks down in dejection. ]
-🌙🪼
He lights a cigarette, and then leans back against a chair.
“Hello. Do you need something?”
He offers a gentle smile.