I Made Another CMV (alone) This One Was So Fun The Make Too.
I made another CMV (alone) this one was so fun the make too.
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BF Kirishima Date HCs
A ton of these are common thoughts I think of what type of dates Kiri would take his S/O on.
Aquarium dates. He loves looking at all the strong manly aquatic life like sharks and spider crabs. He's probably the type to get distracted half way through reading the facts of one animal amd run off to something else
Some "manly" restaurant (idk how else to describe it) to show off his manly appetite and favourite foods. If his S/O struggles eating he would make sure to help and praise or congratulate them no matter how much they ate.
Kirishima loves training with his S/O. Spotting each other, showing off to each other, and correcting the others form. He found his partners strength so enduring and manly
Finally, he definently loves hair dye dates where they touch up roots together.
Who Am I
TW: Christianity, Death, Abuse, panic attack, depersonalization
Adora needed a break after those classes. So much was on her mind so she decided to go down and walk around. It was a beautiful sunset, with pinks, purples, and blues as the stars began to come out. She hums softly walking around and noticing a cemetery. Of course, Adora has seen plenty of cemeteries in her time as an angel. It's a natural part of death but this one was different.
This one had an enchanting humming noise drawing Adora closer. Of course, it could just be someone mourning but it sounded soft and familiar. Adora continued to follow the humming noise until she was at a grave. It had a soft white glow surrounding it and the humming was obviously coming from the grave.
In Memory of
Mary Clara Wils
Loving Daughter
1829-1846
Adora stared at the grave in curiosity. Why was it humming, why was it glowing? Like it was calling her? Kneeling down, her hand reached out grazing the cold stone. Her golden eye widened a gasp leaving her lips.
A young girl, probably seven, with brown hair and amber eyes was playing outside climbing trees in her tattered dress. She was calling out to her father that just gotten home and he began to yell at her. “A lady shall not do that. What are you thinking!” He yells. Quickly the child gets down receiving a slap on the cheek
The girl, around ten now, her hair braided into a bun and a dress covering bruises. She washes dishes, she does laundry and cooks. Sighing she smiles and tells her father all the work she had gotten done that day and he yells at her “You made what! I told you to leave the cooking to your mother! You wasteful hog we don’t have enough money!” He slaps her again leaving a bruised eye.
She’s seventeen now. Smaller than she should be, her family isn’t getting enough food. Bruises litter her body as she completes the daily chores. When her father comes home she smiles saying nothing to not invoke his rage. It still wasn’t enough. After he was finished taking the rage of work out on his daughter he left her alone lying on the kitchen floor in blood.
Weakly she stood up grabbing the wall for support. She could barely walk but she knew one thing. She didn’t want to die in this house. So hobbling she walked out and continued walking to lay by some nearby trees. Blood filled her lungs with every breath, as she closed her eyes.
Adora gasps falling back. She cries shaking, who was that, why did she see that? Why was she hurt? That must have been Mary. Mary… that name was familiar to her and it pained Adora. She cried hugging herself tight. She needed help, she needed someone. Adora envisioned Xander best she could weeping as she called for him.
“Adora?” Xander asks softly behind her.
“Who is she?” She yells shaking.
Xander kneels beside Adora looking at the grave. “Ah. Your grave,”
“M-mine? I’m Adora?! I’m Adora!” Adora responds. “Marlo isn’t any different. Why am I different?”
Xander rubs her back softly. “Calm down, shh it’s okay. When you become a worker angel they alter your memory during school. It’s why you don’t remember. No one remembers they’re past life unless they find their grave and it’s unlikely they’d stumble across it. Or unless…”
“Unless they fall?” she finishes wiping the tears away.
Xander nods smiling, “you learn a lot when you fall.”
“So I’m Mary?”
“Adora. If you want to be Mary you can be but you’re still Adora. You may have lived and died as Mary but you’re Adora now, you keep people safe as Adora, you learn and help as Adora,” Xander explains.
Adora nods slowly processing everything. She grabs onto his hands softly to ground herself. So much is going through her mind still she doesn’t understand what to think. Who she is? Who she was?
“It’s okay, I had the same thoughts when I fell. I had a lot of memories come back. It was difficult to deal with but you don’t have to deal with this alone okay?”
“Yeah,” Adora says softly, “I have you, and Ariel, I wonder if she knows her past. I wonder who knows their past in the workers.”
“Many angels retire after finding our their past. Some can’t handle it but I am certain that you are strong enough. You can continue. I promise,” Xander states.
Xander stands helping Adora up. Adora nods softly hugging him. “You’re first day of classes were today right? How did they go?”
Sniffing she looks up smiling, “good. My teachers seem nice but my Human Angel Safety teacher seems really strict. She’s scary. One of the girls in my dealing with death classes is a child angel, seems really cool. And I think I’m making friends with a cupid. He’s really old too. Roman era, we have matching eyes. He’s nice. In our death class he said he felt guilty when his same sex couples die and we share our safety class too,”
“Hm, that sounds cool. Pretty old. I died in roman times too. It was fun to be a cupid, before everyone became so strict and prissy,” Xander responds looking off to the setting sun.
“Hm, I wonder if you know him then? Addon, gold eyes brown hair. He was super nice and said we could help eachother with our strict safety teacher,”
“Addon?” Xander asked looking down his eyes fluffing out shocked.
“Yeah Addon, yknow him?”
“You should rest, you have a lot that you have to process. I’ll see you around,” Xander said. His voice hinted with annoyed as he gave her a final hug before leaving.
Adora watched Xander leave tilting her head. Why was he so defensive, I guess he does know him. Xander doesn’t seem to like the other cupids anyways though. Adora sighs soft and heads back to her dorm.
Ariel knocks on Adora’s door before opening it, “ADORA! How was your first day! Where were you. I wanna hear all about it!” she hums walking in.
“Hey Ariel. I’m pretty tired. I did chat with a cupid, I might be making friends with him,” Adora says smiling softly yawning.
“That sounds nice. You gotta tell me about it when you feel better okay. If you need any help, ask me.”
“Of course,” Adora hums waving Ariel away.
Fantasy Au Eri & Overhaul
I was thinking, what would Eri be in the fantasy world, what would her story be. Well of course she'd be a unicorn and from there I realized she'd have a fairly similar story. Overhaul, a plague doctor, would collect Eri's blood as it's very valuable. Unicorn blood is used in many potions and used to heal people. Since Eri is a child and cannot consent, and also being severely harmed, she is later rescued like in the anime. I feel she may be able to harness healing powers through her horn when she grows older but that's a more advanced unicorn trick.
I got into some closet cosplay Sero last night just to do something. It was fun even if I didn't nail his personality
Classes Begin
TW: Christianity, Death, mentions of suicide
The next day Adora wakes up bright and early getting ready for class. She brushes her hair, fluffs her feathers out, and gets dressed before leaving and heading to building 100 where Humans Mental Health is kept.
“Good morning class. I will be your teacher for this class. I am Professor Mary but you can just call me Mary if you'd prefer. In this class, we'll focus on what mental health is in humans and how as guardian angels you can help with mental health,” Mary introduces setting up the class. Adora smiles sitting down and taking in the class.
The first day of class was spent on introductions. Introducing the students to the concepts, terms, and things that Adora and her classmates will encounter in the syllabus.
Afterwards, Adora heads off to her next class Dealing with Death. She knows this one will be a little heavier than the last class but it'll be alright. Adora has a ton of support: Xander, Ariel, and the other guardian angels. This class is to help her get through this as well.
“Welcome class. I am Professor Noah, and I will be helping you through death. We talk about why death happens, how it happens, what goes on within the living world, the afterlife, feelings, and the best ways to cope with any emotions that come up during death,” the Dealing with Death professor introduced. “How about we go around, if you want to share, raise your hand and tell us why you’re here. What’s your name? What happened?”
Adora’s eyes widened shocked. That feels so sensitive, why would anyone want to share that, is that normal?
A hand is raised quickly and a small girl stands. She’s short, looks like she died young, with bright blue eyes and blonde hair and a strong loud voice. “My name is Abigail. I work with children and recently had a child die from parental abuse. It was very hard and she was a very sweet girl,”
“Thank you Abigail for sharing, anyone else?”
There’s a silence in the room as everyone looks around. Another one stands up. A man, “My name is Addon. I’m a cupid but…My clients. They deal with partners dying and dying because of who they love and…I feel responsible sometimes,”
“Thank you, Addon, we understand, but know, it is not your fault,”
Adora takes a deep breath. It feels more normal to share her experience now. So she raises her hand before slowly standing. “H-hello. I am Adora, I was assigned this class because my patient committed suicide. And it’s been very conflicting to deal with,”
“That’s very hard to deal with Adora. Thank you for sharing,” Professor Noah responds. The rest of the class goes on with people going on about why they are in this class and it makes Adora feel a lot less alone. She smiles softly as she leaves the class.
It was the last class of the day. Human Angel Safety. So far, the classes and teachers have been nice. Adora enters the building and takes a seat looking around to her classmates. She sees the cupid from before and waves him over.
“Hi, I’m Adora, we share the Dealing with Death class,” she says smiling.
As he introduced in the last class, Addon the cupid, sat next to her. “Hey. I’m Addon. You’re a new angel, yeah?”
“Yeah, I’m still pretty new, only been dead a couple of centuries, guardian only a few years. What about you?”
“Oh me? I’m old. I died in Roman times, early Rome. I became a cupid in the Republican Rome era. It was a fun time to work,” he says.
“That's cool. Hm, Cupid, I've only run into you guys once. You seem a lot nicer than those guys were though. They were a bit,” Adora pauses. She doesn't want to insult Addon's coworkers
“Uptight?”
“Yeah, a bit,” she agrees
The professor for Human Angel Safety walks in stopping their conversation. She was a tall lady, with grey hair in a braid, glasses, and small wings.
“Welcome students to my class. I am Professor Adlay. My class will be the most important class you may ever have in your angelhood. I do not take jokes lightly. Our safety is of utmost importance as are humans. If you cannot handle that take the F now and get out,” the professor starts off. Her voice is sharp sounding like nails on a chalkboard.
It frightens Adora as she tenses in her seat. Addon smiles softly over to her. She tries to smile back ignoring the nerves wracking over her.
“We will start with the materials you will need for my class,” Professor Adlay started again. She began listing books along with how she expects everyone to have a fresh quill, ink, and paper every day.
Once class got out and Adora was out she took a deep breath. Addon held her hand softly looking into her eye.
“It'll be okay, we can help each other,” he assured her.
“Yeah, though I don't know how much help I can be to you,” she responds looking down.
“Tons Adora. You're a guardian angel, I don't know that stuff. Besides, sometimes us oldies forget stuff y'know,” Addon chuckles smiling.
Adora smiles nodding, “Of course, we'll help each other”
Nurse's Office Mikan CMV
I also made a simple Mikan CMV.
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