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Hi everyone:)

I just wanted to apologize for the lack of updates,I recently went into the operating room and been under immense pain which makes it hard to focus on my story.

Hopefully everything'll be okay in a few days,until then I ask for your patience. To make up for it I'll be writing a specific story based on what one person sends me,so if you want me to write something for you just send it in my inbox and I'll be using a wheel to decide to make it fair.

Love

Agni

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where can i find and read the IF, or is it still being made/coded? (i was js looking on my home page and i found your profile, and i liked what i saw, so thats why im here typeing this, bc i want to play the amazing IF :'3)

Aw thank you:3

It's still being made and the demo will most likely be released next year:)

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Do the Elyndras have their own little community or kingdom ? How do they feel about people of mix heritage like MC ?

They do!:D

But with so much discrimination they're basically an endangered species. Their original kingdom was destroyed during the war with humans and because of that they might frown upon a mix heritage that has human features.

Rest of the species are okay though

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Is MCs mom still alive 😩 ?

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Can we get a bit of facts about MC ? Parts that aren’t too spoilery ? Do they have family ?

Ofc!

MC had a mother but unfortunately they got separated when MC was 3 years old,they can't remember a lot because of their young age when it happened.

MC's father is a different story, he abandoned MC's mother when he found out she was pregnant and didn't leave her anything to support her child and he's just a bad man.

No siblings and no family:(

MC's dad is actually a human and that's why MC doesn't have the silver hair and the longer ears, they're just small pointy ones.

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Kisses in the rain

My mother once told me, when I was just a child, crying in her arms, that love has a way of finding us when we’re at our lowest, like sunlight breaking through a storm. “It’ll feel like a lifeline,” she said, “like a hand reaching out to pull you from the darkness.” I never truly understood her words.

Until I found you. My salvation. My heart. My lifeline.

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"Pierre, are you listening?" you ask, your hand gently resting on his shoulder, trying to pull him from his thoughts. His gaze is distant, eyes clouded as if lost in another world. You nudge him again, and he snaps back to reality, looking at you with an apologetic smile. He intertwines your hand with his, his voice soft but sincere. "I'm sorry, my love. I was just lost in thought. What is it you want to say?"

A smile curves your lips, and you massage the back of his hand with your thumb, feeling the familiar comfort of his touch. "I was asking if we should make ragout or stew. The night’s growing colder," you say, glancing up at the dark clouds gathering ominously above. Your gaze shifts back to him, silently making your point.

He looks up as well, considering your words before turning his focus back to you. His brow furrows slightly as he thinks through the options. "Maybe a spicy stew?" he suggests. "It’s the quickest for today, and we can watch the rain while we eat. We’ll have to go to my house, though," he adds with a teasing smile. "Your kitchen’s too small for a dish like that. I might break something just walking in."

You swat his chest playfully, a laugh escaping your lips. "It’s not that small, it’s... cozy," you tease, your eyes sparkling.

Pierre scoffs in mock offense, but his arm slips around yours, guiding you away from the fields where you’d been reading his story all day. His rough hands, so skilled with the pen, had written words more elegant than you ever expected. Now, as you walk together, you can’t help but marvel at how someone so strong can create something so beautiful.

But just as you’re lost in thought, a chill drop hits the top of your head, and you glance up to see the sky open up. Another droplet slides down your face, and before you can react, the heavens pour down in heavy sheets of rain. A surprised gasp escapes your lips as you look toward Pierre, who is already pulling you into a run, laughter spilling from him.

You try to hold onto his hand as the two of you race to escape the downpour, your steps slipping on the muddy ground. Suddenly, Pierre stumbles, tripping and falling face-first into the mud. You stop dead in your tracks, utterly stunned at the sight of him—this usually composed man—now sprawled on the ground, his pride bruised but his smile still intact.

You burst into laughter, jogging over to offer him a hand. "Are you laughing at me?" he asks in disbelief, glancing up at you with wide eyes.

You press a hand to your mouth, stifling your giggles, but you can’t help the grin that breaks through. "N-no, of course not. Are you alright?" you ask, your voice softening in concern.

Pierre pouts as he takes your hand, but instead of standing, he tugs you down with him, sending you tumbling into the mud beside him. You barely have time to react, falling on top of him with a soft gasp.

"My bad," he says, his voice teasing as he looks up at you, "Seems you’ve fallen too. Are you alright?"

You lift yourself off him, about to give him a playful reprimand, but then you freeze, realizing just how close you both are. Your faces are inches apart, your breath mingling in the humid air, and suddenly, the world around you fades away. His tousled hair clings to his forehead, his face flushed with embarrassment—and yet there’s something so tender in his eyes.

You stare at him, lost in the intensity of the moment. His breath is shaky, and his pupils are wide, clouded with something that takes your breath away. Then, with the gentlest touch, he brushes his thumb along your cheek, wiping away the mud that had splattered there. The soft gesture sends a jolt through you, and you find yourself caught in the heat of his gaze.

"[Name]..." he whispers, his voice a husky, aching sound that makes your heart flutter.

You look down at his lips, watching as he licks them slowly, the action pulling you further into the moment. Your breath catches, and your body shivers. His eyes are full of love for you—how did you end up with a man like this?

He leans closer, his lips so close now you can almost feel the warmth of them against your skin, his eyes asking without words. Wordlessly, you lean in, ignoring the rain, the mud, everything but him. Your lips crash together, the kiss wild, desperate, as if it could never be enough.

Pierre groans against your mouth, his arms tightening around you, pulling you even closer, his hand cradling the back of your head, as if afraid you’ll slip away. You kiss him back with everything you have, every kiss with him feeling like the first, the last, a moment you’ll never forget.

And so you stay, tangled in each other, kissing in the rain, holding on as if one you will suddenly disappear.

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So uh, I’m back (love snake/mwah appreciator anon), and I am eyeballing the comfy chair. But on a real note, it occurs to me that Celeste is our boss and best friend (if that’s not a sign from the universe) . Is that something she’d struggle with in a romance? Would she be afraid of taking up too much importance in our life, or scared of what it could mean for sharing things freely with her, or is the friendship strong enough that it doesn’t even occur to her? I feel like the language of her being our best friend is on purpose. Like maybe she doesn’t actually let people too close. Would she feel pressure at someone else kind of attributing more significance to her? Like, would she be disappointed at first that she can’t just have a friend stay a friend? Because ngl, I feel like she has a lot of people fall for her without even really knowing her, which has to get tiring.

😇 fluffs up the comfy chair for you It’s officially your throne now.

First of all, you’ve got Celeste’s whole dynamic down to a science! You’re absolutely right: the language of her being both your boss and your best friend is very intentional. It’s a reflection of her nature—this mix of warmth and boundaries. She genuinely treasures the friendship, probably more than she lets on, but romance? That’s a whole other layer of vulnerability for her.

Would she struggle with it? Absolutely. Celeste isn’t the type to take romantic feelings lightly, and the fact that you’re the one developing these feelings would make it even harder. She might fear that shifting from friends to something more could jeopardize what you already have. It’s not that she doubts your sincerity, but you’re one of the few people she trusts and feels safe with—and that’s a big deal to her.

And yes, she’s no stranger to people projecting their ideals onto her without really seeing her for who she is. It’s exhausting, and it’s probably why she’s so selective about who she lets in. So, if she ever sensed your feelings, her first reaction might not be disappointment but worry. “Do they love me for me, or for this version of me they’ve built up in their head?” She might even convince herself that it’s safer for both of you if things just stay platonic.

But here’s the thing: if your connection has been built on trust and mutual understanding, that fear would fade. Celeste might not always be great at expressing her emotions, but she knows how to recognize sincerity when it’s right in front of her. Once she realizes that you see her—all of her—and still choose her, that’s when she’ll start to let those walls come down.

Basically, it’d be a slow burn, but Celeste wouldn’t let fear hold her back forever. You’re too important to her for that. 💖

The romance won't be as slow burn as 'cough cough' Adam/Ava's romance in Wayhaven Chronicles😊

Iykyk

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I had been stuck on this one coding error that had left me motivationless for 3 goddamn weeks, turned out that all this time it just wasn't typed right.

Anyways I'm back at it again in full force.

Mwah❤️

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I'm scared of everything. one of my favorite authors on here is saying she might kill herself because her best friend committed after the results of the election....And so many people have reached out to make sure shes okay but she's not answering....i'm worried

You’re not alone in feeling these things, and your concern shows so much kindness and empathy. It’s a heavy time, and it’s okay to feel scared and uncertain. If you’re able to, take small moments to breathe, ground yourself, and even reach out to someone you trust—sometimes just talking about these feelings can be a huge relief. You could also leave her a message expressing your support, even if she isn’t answering right now; knowing people care can mean a lot, even if she isn’t able to respond at the moment.

In the meantime, please remember to care for yourself.

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My heart goes out to everyone affected by the recent news in America. Although I’m not living there, I can feel the weight that so many people must be carrying right now. For many, this moment brings an overwhelming mix of fear, worry, and exhaustion, especially for those who feel vulnerable or uncertain about what the future may hold.

I know that for many, these changes go far beyond politics—they reach deeply into the personal lives and sense of safety for countless individuals. People who already feel marginalized may be wondering what this means for their rights, their voices, and their place in society. It’s heartbreaking to imagine the fear and anxiety some must feel, simply because of who they are or where they come from. It’s difficult to live under the weight of constant questions about belonging and value, and I truly sympathize with everyone trying to navigate these feelings.

Even though I’m watching from afar, I want everyone who’s feeling this weight to know that they are not alone. There is a world of people out here who care, who understand that this moment is hard, and who want to stand in support of everyone feeling the strain. These times can be so isolating, but I hope that togetherness and community can offer some comfort and help each of you feel seen and valued, just as you are.

Please, take care of yourselves as best as you can, and know that there are so many people who care about your well-being. I’m sending all my love, strength, and compassion. You deserve to feel safe, valued, and supported. <3

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You can spam boop me!

reblog if you let people spam boop you

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Good news!

From the 22st November I'll be able to put in all my time for this story and hopefully in time I'll be able to begin looking for beta testers!<3

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You gave me another mwah 😳🥺

How am I supposed to cope? I’m just kicking my feet and blushing! Literally clutched my little heart! Anon down. Someone call the UN, I need the Geneva convention edited because these mwahs, weapons of mass destruction. Demolished my street cred and I’m not even mad!

I’ll probably catch myself skipping later! And I’m a perpetual grumpy pants! Not today it seems!

Honestly, are you trying to get me to swoon?!? I saw those mwahs in the tags!

It should be illegal to be this much of a cutie pie, who authorized this 😭

I wasn’t planning on living in your ask box but I can’t exactly leave a mwah unappreciated!

I really hope you have fun (writing, but also just generally)! I’ll probably be back with more Celeste love at some point!

(I absolutely did swoon, I was weak, I was like!!! So many!! In the tags!)

Ohhh, you are TOO adorable, stop! 😳💖

I didn’t realize the mwahs would have this level of impact Guess I’m out here committing cute crimes in broad daylight! 😭 I swear I didn’t mean to ruin your street cred (…or did I?) 👀

I love that I’ve got you all foot-kicking and heart-clutching over here, and honestly, if you find yourself skipping later, I consider my job VERY well done. 💅 And if you feel the call to return with Celeste love, know that my ask box will always be ready for your mwah appreciation society vibes. (It's basically your home now; take the comfy chair!)

You can live in my askbox for as long as you want💖

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Omg I got a mwah 😳💖

Um thank you 👉👈

Both for the answer (and for the mwah), I’m just gonna go scream in the corner (whaaaa I’m totally so normal about getting wholesome affection from lovely strangers what do you mmeeeaaann)

Finding out about mc is literally a love snake. Instead of venom? Feel good juice. 👀🤌

Elyndras biology literally said, “for your cooperation with the marking policy and not letting sharp teeth get in the way of true love: please have a reward”

Ohhh, you’re SO welcome! 😳💗

Just casually giving out affection and good vibes like it’s my official job, right? (Also, please ignore me as I absolutely do not melt in the corner because I’m super normal about receiving wholesome messages, obviously).

And wow, love snake MC with feel-good venom? Honestly, that’s chef’s kiss biology right there. Elyndras anatomy just fully prioritized tender chaos. Imagine being in their arms, and instead of danger, you get a healthy dose of “serotonin venom,” tailored to melt hearts and sweep people off their feet.

If that isn’t peak romance evolution, I don’t know what is.

Also you’ve given me so much inspo for juicy new content 👀🔥 Here’s another mwah, just for you! 💋

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You talking about Elyndras traits honestly made me light up.

Cuteness aggression is almost basically confirmed!

Do the ROs find it funny, endearing, fondly exasperating, or even (gasp) secretly exciting about MCs who just want to chomp on them lovingly because they’re just too !!!!

(I’m honestly so smitten with our resident witch that she’s honestly probably gonna get all of my runs, gonna be making all the MCs under the sun for her!!)

In the scenario where the ROs already know about the mc being an Elyn there'd most likely be different reactions

Our playboy Quill will just find it exciting;) after all he does it too and he'd find the MC endearing all the way.

With Pierre the man is such a tsundere he'll never admit that he secretly likes when the MC does it and had been tempted several times to do the same lol

Celeste might be more scared if the MC tries to do it since it'd seem like it hurt but Elyndras have this very nice property of injecting something when they bite their mate which they would find...very pleasurable :>

Ash would find it endearing and exciting,even though they seem very shy,they don't mind a nice scandal now and then so if the MC were to chomp on them; they'd want it on the neck and would pounce on the MC after as well

I'm so glad you love Celeste and thank you for the ask!<3

Mwah👄

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The past

Celeste stands in the doorway of the bakery, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her eyes fixed on the ground. The air between you feels tense, the weight of unsaid words pressing down on both of you.

“I just think…maybe it’s better if I don’t come by so often anymore,” you say quietly, your voice barely steady. The words feel heavy on your tongue, and you regret them the moment they leave your lips, but you can’t take them back now.

Celeste's head snaps up, her eyes wide and filled with hurt. “Don’t say that,” she whispers, her voice breaking slightly. She takes a step toward you, her hands trembling as they fall to her sides. “You don’t mean that. You can’t.”

You look away, guilt gnawing at your chest. “It’s just... every time I’m here, it feels like I’m getting in the way, like I’m making things harder for you. And I don’t want to do that, Celeste. I don’t want to be the reason you’re stressed or—”

“No,” she cuts you off, her voice firm despite the tears welling in her eyes. “You’re not in the way. You’re never in the way.” She takes another step closer, her hand reaching for yours. “You don’t get to decide that for me.”

Your throat tightens, and you can’t bring yourself to meet her gaze. “I’m just trying to do what’s best for you.”

“What’s best for me is you being here,” Celeste says, her voice softer now, but there’s an edge of desperation in it. “Don’t you get that? I need you here.” Her fingers wrap around yours, but you can feel how her grip trembles.

You finally look at her, and the pain in her eyes is unbearable. “I’m not good for you, Celeste,” you whisper, shaking your head. “You deserve better.”

“Stop it,” she pleads, her voice cracking. “Don’t say that. Don’t... push me away because you think I’m better off without you.” She lets go of your hand and takes a shaky breath. “I’m the one who decides what I need. And I need you, okay?”

The silence stretches between you, heavy and raw. You can feel your heart breaking under the weight of her words, under the truth of her feelings, but you still can’t shake the doubt gnawing at your mind.

Celeste steps forward, cupping your face gently, forcing you to look into her tear-filled eyes. “Please,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “Don’t leave me.”

Her words tear through you, and all you can do is pull her into your arms, holding her tight as her tears soak into your shirt. And in that moment, you know you can’t let go—not now, not ever.

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Sooo about the demo

I'm sure most of you have seen the ask where I had explained about the demo release and I've decided to move the release to next year.

There's a lot going on right now so I've barely gotten to write much so while I'll still be working on the demo whenever I can I'll have to delay the release. I'll still make time to post stuff and answer but it won't too frequent.

Hope you guys understand and thank you for following the story!💖

-Agni