#kakegurui twin
How does Aoi Morikawa metamorphosis into Meari Saotome?
Hello lesbians,
I’m sorry for not posting for a while. Here’s some angry Midari.
I hope you all have a good day/night.
hello lesbians sorry for not posting for a while
here’s pouting mikura
Sayaka is tempting me - she looks so hot here
i want to buy this
Here’s some smiling Midari
kakegurui twin covers
eneru rokujou (1)
that’s kind of gay if you ask me
Sachiko Juraku
They’re gonna get clapped by Kirari lol.
Love her.
Lesbiab.
Midari vs. Sakura
Lord have mercy …
No thoughts, only Midari.
Her outfit is cool.
Kirari & Sachiko
How to Lose
i realized that this prompt is roses
and the last time i wrote them the prompt was lilies
so i have reimagined my last story with the help of my sister’s characterizations
and i think its WAY better
also think that the change in flowers is really fitting
Brief Summary: Mikura picks Juraku a rose with a single thorn.
Word Count: 391
I’m still accepting ships for femslash feb!!! Send me your fave fem pairs and I’ll write you a fic sometime this month!! (3 spots left)
Juraku was dangerous, like a rose with thorns. Mikura liked that side of her. The part that was sly, and secretly cruel. Any breaks in her cool and collected facade.
On her way to school that morning, she’d plucked a rose out of someone’s private garden. It was a pretty little thing, nice and red and full. But on the stem was a single thorn. Mikura held onto it, treating it gently, until she arrived and sat on the steps of Hyakkaou Private Academy, waiting for Juraku. When she got to school early, she would sit and wait. People treated her like part of the scenery, their eyes glazing right over her. She would sit with her feet tucked under her, collar securely on, waiting for her owner.
Eventually she saw Juraku’s white hair appearing, Mikura straightened up, holding the rose on her lap. Juraku stopped in front of her, leaning down to clip her leash on. When the girl’s face was on the same level as hers she could see Juraku’s eyes dart downwards towards the rose.
“What’s this?” Juraku said softly, her face inches from Mikura’s.
Mikura held the rose up to her in response. Juraku leaned back and took it between her fingers. She expressed no discomfort, but they both saw a tiny pinprick of blood emerge on her hand. She’d been pricked by the thorn. Juraku stood up fully now, tossing the rose to the side. The blood on her hand was stark red against her pale skin. “Come on now,” she played with Mikura’s leash, guiding her to stand up and follow. “Time to get going.”
Only someone well versed in Juraku’s movements would be able to see the slight tensing in her face, or the way that her fingers gripped the leash tightly. It was an unspoken sign between the two of them. You’re in trouble now. As Mikura followed Juraku into the building, she felt excitement building in her. She would just have to wait until the two were alone. That was the only time she saw Juraku be herself. Spiky and thorny and raw. Just for a moment. But enough of those small moments made up the relationship between the two of them, rich and deep and more than most people could comprehend. Mikura couldn’t wait to see that side come out again.
