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Soldier, Poet, King

Romantic things w the Amphoreus men as this trope... I randomly got this idea hyeheheh anaxa is so not poet but oh well... I googled the love poem verse and no, I still didn't play the quests lmfao I am descending to madness, freestyling all of my works fr. If the font looks weird it's because I am on my phone rn

Phainon - the Soldier: Being with a soldier was not easy; the agony of having him go to war was almost unbearable. Although he sends you regular letters, promising his return and notifying you about his day to day life; letting you know the thoughts that rummaged through his mind, writing down love confessions, what reminded him of you, what he missed... you still couldn't help but be anxious. What if something happened to him? Quenching your worry, Phainon poured his heart into his letters, proclaiming that he will soon be home, craving your presence and wilting without it. The promise of return that he has been making throughout all this time never breaks; his true mission always being the return to you, the love of his life.

Anaxagoras - the Poet: Anaxagoras could hardly be called a poet. He was a scholar, exploring the reasons and ways of life and how it functioned and florished. He researched day and night, obsessed with uncovering the truth behind everything. He questioned it all, wishing to prove theories and gain knowledge on the ways of the world, scribbling neat and detailed protocols. But, the protocols were not the only thing he was scribbling. Anaxagora's tough, prideful exterior was difficult to break through. Once you did, after years and years of trying and working out your relationship, you found that being patient with this relationship was your best decision. You smiled at the paper on the kitchen table that your beloved scholar had left for you. 'You give me the life of kaleidoscope as serendipity'.

Mydeimos - the King: Being married to the King of Castrum Kremnos was a surreal experience. Mydei might be a man surrounded by strife, and a warrior in his own right, but his heart was gentle and kind. While his closest friends and servants knew about this, too, only you truly knew his truth, his thoughts and feelings. And he didn't have to tell you, either - a gaze was always just enough. So, when you two sit on the thrones and the senators enter and propose new laws for the kingdom, and his golden eyes look at you, a smile forms on your lips as you stare back at him, like whispering an intimate 'I love you, too.'

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hiii! can you do a comfy anaxa fic? anything works rlly

Hi there, thank you so much for your request! I was thinking of watching movies, but didn’t know if they have movies in Amphoreus… so reader (I assume it’s an x reader) is a memokeeper and they are rewatching a theatrical performance on their couch by making the memories come to life again (since Amphoreus’ path is the Remembrance). I’m sorry for it being so short, but I hope you like the concept <3

“Is the popcorn finishing up soon? Otherwise everything is set up”, your voice rang through the apartment. “It will be done in a minute”, the scholar replied, peeking out from the kitchen, wrapped up in his comfortable Droma onesie. “Do we have sufficient blankets?”, he asked, taking out bowls to store the snacks in. “Yes. So, we wanted to watch Electra, right?”, your question was confirmed by a hum as Anaxagoras sat beside you, placing the popcorn bowls amongst the sea of blankets and pillows. “You wanted to watch Electra with me”

Searching the memory fragments you’d gathered during your time watching theatrical plays, you finally found the one containing the performance. In the meantime, Anaxa had already placed himself on the couch, thrown on blankets and fluffed up pillows. “Found it”, you smiled triumphantly as you opened the memory shard. It looked like a holographic screen as you started the ‘movie’. Once everything was in place, you leaned back as well, popcorn on your side, as you laid your head on Anaxa’s chest and adjusted the surrounding pillows and blankets to your liking.

Sharing a gaze, you decided to start the ‘movie’, your arms wrapping around the man next to you as the drama’s exposition began. You felt content, your favourite things all combined — your grumpy scholar, movies and this comfortable warmth among you two. The fluffiness of your surroundings and the warmth radiating off Anaxa was enough to make you happy. The romantic atmosphere was, however, short-lived, as Anaxagoras, the ever-so-confident scholar, commenced his commentary.

“But never will I cease from dirge and sore lament, while I look on the trembling rays of the bright stars, or on this light of day; but like the nightingale, slayer of her offspring, I will wail without ceasing, and cry aloud to all, here, at the doors of my father”, Electra lamented her father.

“She mourns her father, yet he was the one to sacrifice his daughter - her sister - to a goddess to wage war…”, he grumbled, chewing on some popcorn as he blankly stared ahead. “Mhm, well, she loved him very much, so I understand why she’d feel that way.” “Hmph.”

Anaxa sighed, choosing to be silent instead, and held you close, a hand moving to move a strand out of your face. Your eyes started to feel heavy soon, as you relaxed to his even, silent breaths; the steady beat of his heart functioning as a lullaby.

Anaxa huffed, the corners of his mouth raising. He was more than just content. He’d watch these nonsensical dramas for you. He’d do anything if you asked him to. But he knew that he didn’t need to make a multitude of sacrifices for you - because you were just happy with him. And the renowned scholar was happy too. A happy you, dromas onesies and blankets and a comfortable evening like this was truly all he needed.

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I absolutely adored your recent Mydei x Reader fic based off the Odyssey. It’s beautiful and one of my favorites so far.

I wanna ask if you can write a piece from Mydei’s POV? Like his reaction to learning from his son that his wife is being forced to pick a suitor in his absence because everyone thinks he’s dead (I assume it was his son who told him about this based off what happens in the Odyssey).

Hi! I am so glad to hear that!! I took some creative liberty regarding Mydei and his son’s meeting since neither the original Odyssey nor the Epic: the Musical versions fit the first fic I made nor the character of Mydei imo. I definitely think I should mention that I did not play the Amphoreus quests yet, so everything I know about Mydei is from fellow fics, edits and his googled voice lines ✨ I hope that this is what you were hoping for <3 For reference, this can be read as a prequel to this piece

It’s been twenty years. Twenty years of suffering, trials, tribulations and most importantly, 20 years away from home. Away from you. Away from his son. How much had he changed? Would you reject him after knowing what he’d done? Would you be appalled by his change? Would you refuse him as your husband? All these questions remained unanswered, and he was uncertain about the future. He was certain about one thing, though - his love for you had never changed. You were the only thing keeping him grounded, his resolve.

And finally, after 20 years of agony, waiting and voyaging, he had returned. The King of Castrum Kremnos himself, Mydeimos the Strife. He had returned.

Heavy, metallic footsteps guided him off the ship. New scars adorned his body, new experience had gathered in his mind, and new strength had fuelled his strife, as he walked toward the city he left behind, heading toward the castle. As he walked through his rightful kingdom, he noticed how the stadium was fully crowded. Peculiar.

Golden eyes caught a hooded figure’s eyes on himself. Stopping his march, the king’s eyes caught his follower’s. “Come down and reveal yourself”, he rasped. The figure jumped down from its hideout, weapon drawn. “State your name and your business”, Mydei’s gaze pierced through the person, the sharply armoured hands clenched themselves into fists as he put himself into a fighting stance.

The hooded figure seemed to hesitate for a moment, before the hood was removed. Mydei’s breath hitched. ‘Could this be..?’ His sun-like eyes were met with equally golden ones. Before him stood a man, around 20 years old, quite tall, with a toned built and hair looking just like his own. His features resembled his own, but reflected another person’s as well. The Queen’s.

Surprise and disbelief mirrored themselves in their eyes.

“Father?”

“Son?”

The young prince did not know what to say, or how to react. Neither did his father. So many things happened, so many tales untold, so many years wasted without one another. But now, it all had changed.

“All my life I would’ve died to know you. I’ve thought about your name and your stories. For 20 years, I’ve dreamt of how I’d greet you… yet, now that this moment has finally arrived.. I.. don’t quite know what to say”, the man stuttered. Mydei looked at him, his fiery gaze loving. “My son.. I am proud to see that you’ve grown so much. There has not been a day that I have not thought about you. There is so much I wish to say to you, so many tales that I wish to share, and so many more I wish to hear from you-”, the king was interrupted by some quiet roars coming from the stadium, screaming about the queen.

Mydei looked at his son concerned, “What was that just now?” “The challenge within the stadium”, the younger one lowered his gaze. “What challenge? Where is your mother? Telemachus, what is going on here?”, Mydei’s tone was steady, an eerie mixture of calm and calculating, reminiscent of the calm before a storm.

He looked up at his father. “Mother… she refused to betray you. The council has deemed you dead. They’ve been trying to pressure her into choosing another suitor.” Of all the things that he expected to have happened, that was not it. “Deemed me dead, huh? Even though they know that their king is immortal”, Mydei clicked his tongue disapprovingly, as silent rage channelled itself within him. “At first she managed to delay it by claiming that she will once she finishes weaving her shroud”, a chuckle left Telemachus’ throat. “Only that she kept unweaving all the work she did once night fell.” Mydei’s gaze was fond, and the corners of his mouth moved upward. ‘That’s my wife.’ “Smart as always.”

“Another while later, they started pestering her again. As a last resort, she’d arranged a challenge, which would only take place once all other options have been exhausted. Whoever can wield your spear and slice evenly through 12 targets cleanly in a single strike shall rule alongside her. That challenge is.. currently taking place.” Upon hearing this, the warrior started laughing. The roars from the arena got louder. “To think that these bastards pressured my wife into this… I must admit, they are daring. But my, my… I would lie if I claimed that she was not meant to be a Queen.”

The commotion had worsened by now; an outburst of pure anger and rage consumed the stadium. Mydei looked at his son. “Telemachus, lead me to your mother. Let us show the Queen that her long awaited husband has returned.”

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The Judgement of Auntie - Amphoreus’ men’s real trial

The aunties are a famed phenomenon throughout Amphoreus. As the head of the gossip aunties, your great aunt invited your boyfriend and yourself to her’s - little did he know, though, that this was his real trial…

Anaxa: The awkward silence made your heart rate increase, as the intense stares between Anaxa and your great aunt were upholding insane tension throughout the room. You knew this was bound to end in disaster when she asked him if he was still hungry, he responded with ‘no’ and she gave him another plate of food anyways. Please just eat it, please just eat it… Letting out a sigh, Anaxa lifted his fork, not without giving you a gaze from the side, like clearly saying: ‘You are not going to hear the end of this’. Letting out the breath you’ve been holding in, as he started eating again quietly, your great aunt’s voice sounded again. “Do you like it, Anaxagora?”

Swallowing and patting his mouth dry according to proper manners, he looked up at her with his eye. “Mhm, I must admit, it is enjoyable.” The older woman smiled approvingly.

Mydei: “And you won’t believe what he said next! Apparently, my spanakopita had too much salt. Too much salt! As if that man didn’t wolf down the entire 3 batches I baked. Three whole baking pans! But seriously, is this a way to talk to an aunt?”, your great aunt’s passionate storytelling kept Mydei and you company as you ate some of her freshly baked spanakopita. “It’s not too salty, is it, Mydeime?”

Lord have mercy. ‘Just say it’s good…’, your thoughts echoed. “I must admit, it is tasting quite good, although I prefer healthier food”, the warrior replied. “Healthy?”, your great aunt questioned, and for a second, your heart rate spiked up. That’s when she beamed at him. “Ah, I just made some Shrimp Saganaki, too! Let me give you some so you can try it!”

Oh dear. She really won’t hold back.

Phainon: You were nervous before bringing him to meet her. Surprisingly enough for you, your boyfriend was a natural gossip auntie.

“And then she walked in on her husband with his coworker in bed!”

“No way!”

“Yes, she did! And remember when I said that he was a police officer? Well, they found his lover cuffed to the bed, too.”

“Now this is insane!”

Phainon and your great aunt drank coffee together, after he ate some of her cookies. ‘At least they’re getting along’, you thought, taking a sip of your coffee as you observed the two. It appeared like your great aunt had taken a huge liking to Phainon. They hit it off almost perfectly - heck, he tried all her dishes, gossiped with her, and gave her some of his own opinions. What else could she possibly want? Satisfied with the current outcome, and glad that your boyfriend was accepted by the head of the auntie-council of Amphoreus, your calm was cut short as she turned to you.

“So, when’s your wedding with Phainon?”

Who doesn’t have an auntie like that? I know I have quite a few… couldn’t stop thinking abt this scenario since today morning lmao

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You sighed deeply. It has been many, many years since your husband, the King of Castrum Kremnos, Mydeimos, had went to war - leaving you alone with a son, a rebellious nation and a throne to attend to. His whereabouts were unknown; the only thing that kept you going all these years was your faith in the man you married and fell in love with. At first, the people were fine with your temporary rule - until more and more time started passing. At first it was only a small group of advisors and assistants asking you to remarry or give up the throne, since Mydeimos ‘evidently wouldn’t return’.

Soon though, many more fractions, ranging from small groups to big organisations started demanding that you choose a new king to rule alongside you. You’d managed to buy him some more time as you claimed to choose a new king once you’d finished weaving your shroud. The people first seemed fine with it, since they never found out that you unthreaded the work you did daily once the sun dipped below the horizon and was replaced by the moon.

In the past few years, you’d dealt with a variety of riots and demonstrations, but this time they had crossed the line by beating up your son. When the poor thing came home, he was limping terribly and had a black eye, amongst many broken bones and other injuries. ‘This can’t go on’, you thought to yourself. “It seems the time for the challenge has come.”

Now, standing before you were all the suitors, 108 men in total. A silent prayer rushed through your mind before you stepped in front of them. Clearing your throat, you welcomed them before you explained what they had to do. “Whoever can raise my husband’s own spear and slice through twelve targets cleanly, evenly and with a single strike, will be the new king, sit down at the throne, and rule Castrum Kremnos with me as his queen.”

Cheers erupted, and the first man already approached the intricate weapon. It was a gorgeous golden spear, adorned by sapphires and rubies, reminiscent of its owner. However, aside from being bejewelled, it was also blessed by Strife — the very Strife that only your husband was worthy of being. The first challenger gripped the spear, his confident grin soon disappearing as he could not lift the weapon, no matter how hard he tried. Laughter roared through the stadium. Enraged, the suitor gave up, claiming that the challenge is rigged.

The next suitor was less cocky, and methodically approached the weapon. A firm grip, a proper posture - someone who clearly trained the usage of the spear. Yet, all he could do was struggle to move the golden artefact, unable to lift it, let alone strike targets with it.

Similarly to the first two, the contesters following them did not succeed either; no one was able to wield the weapon.

“This is rigged!”

“Shame on the queen!”

“The weapon is enchanted!”

Screams echoed through the stadium, a multitude of voices blending into a chaotic and loud mess, drowning out all sense of reason. Some of the suitors joined the audience, some others even started throwing things, yet again some others got up and started approaching you. Threats were being thrown at you left and right. The crowd turned into a kaleidoscope of anger, chaos and pure outrage, when amongst the commotion a steady, metallic march made itself evident; an army of soldiers led by a tall, armoured blonde with a less than unpleased expression on his handsome face, heading to the arena at a relentless pace.

But the crowd kept screaming and yelling, not noticing the 43 men who’d returned from a battle that lasted 20 whole years. It was only when their leader entered the arena, lifted the weapon and sliced all targets in half in one clean strike that silence found its way into the stadium, an icy shiver creeping up on all the spectators as the man turned around, surrounded by hundreds, if not a thousand people. His golden eyes that resembled the sun, though, were only focused on a single person.

After 20 years, your husband returned home to you. It felt like a distant dream came true, a hope that dimmed in your heart finally becoming reality. He was back. Was this really him? Or was this a mere dream? It felt like time ceased to exist for a moment, like everything froze in place except for you two.

“Mydei? Is it really you?”

Instead of answering, Mydei walked up the stairs of the arena where your seat was located.

He stopped in front of you. “See for yourself if I am an illusion, or if I am the true Mydei.”

Overjoyed, you didn’t know what to say - you had envisioned this moment all the time, and yet, you still couldn’t think of anything to say. Your eyes met his as he turned to his people.

“Kremnoans, you have disappointed me. Instead of choosing to trust in your king and trust in my leadership and might, you decided to make an enemy of my wife, your queen, and thus betray me. Now that I, Mydeimos the Strife, have returned, be prepared to pay for your crimes with blood. Let it be known that your king has returned!”

Cheers erupted yet again, but for you, it didn’t matter. ‘What if it’s an imposter?’, your thoughts went rampant with doubts, ‘What if that is not my husband that has returned? There is only one way to find out…’

When he turned toward you again, he immediately picked up on the mistrust in your eyes. “You really don’t think I am the real deal?”, his frustration was evident, his eyes were tired after venturing for 20 years. “Mhm, I do, but… Can you throw our wedding bed out, first?”, you anticipated his reaction. “Our what? I come back after 20 years and that is what you think of? Besides, I made that thing from the olive tree where we first met. I’m afraid you have to fight me if you wish to get rid of it”, Mydei seemed perplexed.

You definitely knew it was him now. He was home.

“Welcome Home, love.”

Inspired by the Ithaca Saga of Epic: the Musical, mainly ‘the challenge’ and ‘hold them down’, since I’m listening to those right now… by the way, I didn’t even play the Amphoreus quests yet, so if this is extremely ooc I sincerely apologise! I literally googled his voice lines for this.. and I didn’t want to give him too much trauma so Scylla and Zeus just.. didn’t. It’s 2am, I should go to sleep

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I am physically unable to stop thinking about Phainon and Kevin Kaslana.

Because imagine, just imagine for a second that Kevin had to loose you in one universe. And in the other one all over again. But this time there might be a chance. A hope. A sliver of hope that this time you will finally get a happy ending.

When Phainon’s first lays his eyes on you, he feels a strange familiarity. Like you somehow know each other, like there is an invisible magnet pulling him toward you. Weird. But you’re definitely interesting! He has to get to know you now, doesn’t he?

He is very outgoing and friendly, and somehow you immediately click. Kind of like two long lost souls reuniting with one another.

Just like back when another version of you met Kevin Kaslana in Chiba Academy, and immediately clicked.

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Mydei and Phainon are, as everyone knows, competing about everything. And on Easter?? The tradition of Tsoúgrisma would be a personal war between them.

The red dyed eggs sat in a gorgeous glass bowl in between the two men. Intense glares flashed between them. “Three, two, one! Go!!”, Tribbie exclaimed cheerfully as each of the men grabbed an egg out of the bowl. Mydei held his below, as Phainon got ready to smash his.

“Χρηστός ανέστη, haikas. Get ready to loose.”

“Αληθός ανέστη. We will see about loosing, now won’t we?”

Phainon’s egg collided with Mydei’s with a loud CRACK!, and after quickly checking which one ended up cracking…

“One point for Phainon!!”, Tribbie’s overly-excited announcement had some of the other Chrysos Heirs turning to witness the spectacle.

“See Mydei? Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you”, Phainon’s shit-eating grin flashed before Mydei, who already grabbed the next one. “Tch, I let you win that one. Just so you won’t cry too hard after we’re done here.”

Aglaea sighed. This was going to be a long afternoon.

“Wait a minute - who is going to eat all those eggs!? Don’t tell me you’re gonna compete on that, too!”

In honour of Easter this year! As a Greek, I had to write about this scenario. For those who don’t know - tsoúgrisma is a tradition where Easter eggs are crashed against each other (head to head; afterwards butt to butt), where you first say Χρηστός ανέστη (Christós anésti; Christ has risen) and then Αληθός ανέστη (Alithós anésti; He truly is risen)

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random tip for accuracy regarding the names anaxagoras & mydeimos (or any amphoreus name that ends in S) for fic writers in case anyone gaf.

in greek, the S ending of a name depends on how it's used in a sentence. when a character is talking about anaxagora & mydeimo or you're writing about them in the third person, you keep the S. HOWEVER, if someone's talking directly to them, addressing them or their names are used as a direct object in a sentence (like i did above), you lose the S. for example:

"anaxagoras likes gyro."

"anaxagoras told me he hates kokoretsi."

"anaxagora, do you have any plans for tsiknopempti?"

"mydeimos prefers souvlaki."

"mydeimos was always sleeping soundly through the loudest weddings as a kid."

"mydeimo, we're all going to a tavern tonight. wanna join?"

i would not consider castorice to be a part of this despite her name ending with an S sound. castorice is their take on the female version of the name castor, and names with greek origin that end with "ce" are usually if not always pronounced "ki" in greek. this would make her name "kastoriki", so i recommend not following this rule for her.

remember that this only applies to names that end with S, and while it's more commonly used on male names, it also applies to female names! an example of that would be the name artemis.

of course you can simply get away with not having to care about this by using the short versions of their names, but since anaxa prefers to be called by his full name this is just something i thought to be worth posting about lol.

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Listening to "Furina's Lullaby" rn... Imagine this:

Dancing in the Opera Épiclese. Steps calm, calculated, careful even, as your muscles ache and sting, body begging you to stop - and yet you can't, slave to being a marionette; body moving as if manipulated by strings, in elegant twists and turns within the court room's broad stage, the public's eyes never leaving your graceful form, and yet that is what concerns you the least. In fact, it's the sharp, judgemental eyes of the Hydro Archon Furina and Chief Justice Neuvillette themselves, watching intently, like predators observing their prey, ready to strike at every moment. All the while Furina can't help but be mesmerised by your almost divine form as Neuvillette's mind imprints every moment carefully within his memory, mind clouded by the angel in his eyes that is you.Even though you are in pain, your façade mustn't falter before the public. Mon dieu, what a scandal that would be. Instead you must continue what you have started, finish your duty... May justice judge over your performance.

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“Off with their heads”

Summary: In which Executor Rosehearts thinks about the future Queen…

Ship: Executor!Riddle Rosehearts X [future] Queen of Hearts!Reader

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Warnings: Mentions of beheading, public executions and blood. Riddle is an executor in this after all! Also some yandere-ish behaviour from Riddle

Author’s Note: Hello my dear costumers~ I am sincerely sorry for having been gone for 4 months. Writer’s block and school had me GOOD, sadly. I’ve been to “Shanti” by wotaku ft KAITO and it actually inspired me to write this haha. I also have multiple drafts going on, let’s see if I manage to upload them and finish them any time soon. Aside from that, I will use this as an announcement for my art sideblog @sirins-void on which I actually upload. Until then, this must suffice.

SPECIAL THANKS TO: My one and only Queen @l0laaa-ita for supporting me and being such an inspiration! Ilysm 💕

Word Count: 438

It is a soldier’s duty to serve his Queen. Anything she wants, she shall get. That is a soldier’s duty. That is what Riddle Rosehearts swore his life to. To protect you and listen to your every beck and call; his Queen’s happiness above all. And yet, how come he was jealous of every single one of your suitors? None of them were worthy! That was why he felt such joy and relief when you dismissed every single one your parents brought in, right? He merely wanted the best for the future Queen of Hearts, is all. That was precisely why he was always around you. To fulfil his duty of course. Not because of ridiculous reasons like him wanting to be the suitor you chose - Trey and Cater really did have radiant fantasies, spewing atrocities on his precious Queen’s name by claiming that “she’ll never find a suitor if she keeps rejecting everyone.” You were merely a lady of high status, beauty and Grace - it’s only natural you’d want to find someone just like that for yourself.

You only deserve the best. Anything below that is merely an insult to your excellency. That was why he accepted becoming an executor anyways - sure, his position as a soldier was just as good, however getting to serve you so closely, and ridding all those worthless bastards of their life at your command was just what he wanted. Sometimes, even he had such ridiculous thoughts, that told him that only he was worthy of you. He’s already killed so much for you, he’s serving you every day, and he is the servant you’re the closest with. You laughed and cried in front of him - he’s seen all your sides, and Riddle’s accepted them all, growing indeed fond of them all. A beautiful Queen with a beautiful heart; someone who all the blood on his hands was the bare minimum. He’d do anything for you. As a soldier, as a friend, aspiring to be more than that… So, what difference would it make if there were two matching rings on your fingers?

Unlike those swines your parents sought for you to marry, he did not care about the throne at all, but merely about you as a person. Your beauty may have intrigued him at first, but in the end it was the beauty of your personality, your kindness, your forgiving smile, your slight guilt of him having to behead the judged criminals for your sake. Slowly but surely, Riddle had understood just how precious your pure soul was. And he had no intentions letting anybody taint it, no matter what.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed :D

All credits belong to @koy0uu on tumblr. Please do not steal my works! Reblogs are appreciated though :D

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And again, I’m reblogging my side blog @sirins-void … like mentioned in the description, I am in fact working on some pieces at the moment! So, stay tuned my lovely customers~

Hello hello people! Gin has returned with…. *drumroll*

Ike Eveland!

I don’t think y’all know but yes, I Stan Ike cuz he is just amazing haha. I got heavily inspired by his cover of “Chronos” and also “Maze” slaps so hard? Literally my favourite song at the moment!

This took me 8 hours and 19 minutes… I think that’s the longest I’ve ever spend on a drawing, and I am somehow glad it’s a drawing of Ikey.

Also completely off topic, however for those few people who are aware of my side blog (which is this one), my main blog @koy0uu has been abandoned for so long, but, I’m planning on writing some more stuff again. I have a few ideas going on, and now that it’s summer holidays here, I can also write again :D

As always, have a great day, people ~ 💙

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Just reblogging my side blog’s ( @sirins-void ) post because my main blog has been deserted (thanks, writer’s blog and school)

Finished my Himeko drawing! (Yes, I’m still alive)

I wanna post the pic with the Timelapse, but idk if this will work. This is attempt #4

Have a great day folks! ❤️

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Lay all your love on me

Summary: Leona gets a little jealous when you give a certain dragon fae your attention in class…

Ship: Leona Kingscholar X gn!reader

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Warnings: fairly light swearing, slightly suggestive [???]

Author’s Note: RafScrap’s cover of “Lay all your love on me” and a random thought of Leona got me writing this… other than protective Leona my mind is filled with scratching behind his ears. Send help

Word Count: 315

Emerald orbs flashed to meet your own from across the classroom, a gaze within them that had chills run down your spine. His glare was making you shiver, but what else to expect; the 2nd prince of Sunset Savanna was meant to be respected. Although, as his significant other, you weren’t quite used to this icy gaze from the Savannaclaw prefect. Even as you averted your eyes and looked back to Trein, who was currently explaining the topic at hand, Leona Kingscholar’s eyes never left you. You, the most beautiful person in all of Twisted Wonderland, next to that damn lizard. And you were smiling at him, too. “Stupid herbivore…”, Leona grumbled as his predatory gaze never left your form. “Oh? Is our spoiled prince jealous of an even more spoiled prince?”, Ruggie teased, causing the former to rub his temples in annoyance. “Shut your trap, Ruggie, or else”, the slight growl leaving with those words from his prefect had the hyena’s ears flatten and sweat breaking in seconds. “Sorry, sorry. But I’m not wrong, am I?”, his apology was less than halfhearted, but the concern in his eyes spoke for itself. Leona was never jealous - at least not about someone. If he was jealous of something then it was usually something like victory in the Spelldrive Tournament, or something associated with power. But to see him actually jealous about someone was a first. Sure, he was jealous of Malleus for being good at Spelldrive, but certainly not because he was sitting next to you and having the both of you chuckle, even getting Trein to tell you to shut it. No, that was in fact a first. The lion’s eyes narrowed. He’d have to teach you a lesson of his own after this.

‘Herbivore, what do you think you’re doing? Sharing your devotion, especially with that damn lizard. Lay all your love on me….’

Thanks for reading, I hope you liked it ^^

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[ginsdelusions]

Hi!!!! Could you make some Azul and Idia relationship headcanons? You can make it however you want! Wish you the best ^~^

Welcome, dear costumer! I appreciate your request, since it’s my first one hehe ^^ also my first time doing hcs… I wish you all the best too, anon! I hope you enjoy it~

Azul Ashengrotto

Overall, I think Azul as a boyfriend is super sweet

He isn’t all that affectionate in public, since he doesn’t like people seeing his vulnerable points, and he has to maintain his “perfect” image, so he only holds your hand and gives knuckle kisses

You go dining fancy: full on elegant dinner dates. Some at the Lounge, but not usually, since he doesn’t want to be disturbed during his precious time with you and he doesn’t want the tweels taking pictures and nonstop teasing from them

Speaking of the Mostro Lounge, you have a lover’s discount, you pay less than half the price for your drinks and food

He is a huge gentleman! He respects any boundaries you may have and is very patient with you. If you have a hard time opening up to the relationship, he will be very patient with you; he himself isn’t used to affection by others, either. It’s a journey for you both

Like I said he isn’t really into PDA, but behind closed doors…

Give this man a hug, he needs it

Really blushy when he receives any kind of affection. He feels like he may just start crying when you hug because he’s never felt that kind of affection by anyone in that way

Well, Floyd did “squeeze” him before, and labelled it an ‘affectionate hug’ -> read as “he almost suffocated Azul to death”

Hear me out. This man has no experience kissing whatsoever but he’s good at it. Really good.

Kisses are only for when nobody is around though. God forbid the tweels walk in

Azul will NOT come out of his octopot for the next month, maybe you can coax him out by telling him that it’s for a one-time business opportunity

No but fr he kisses really good, although he usually tends to rather give cheek and forehead kisses

He actually likes cuddling too, but he won’t initiate anything - if you’re really into cuddles, good luck cuz it’ll take time for him to warm up like that

Also, he will 99.99% of the time stay in his human form

He knows you’re not like them, but whenever he even thinks about your possible rejection to his true form, he gets sick in the stomach, he sees black, and gets really anxious

Be sure to tell him you love him no matter what, as suave and charming this man is, he is insecure. Lots of reassurance is needed, but in the end, that relationship is worth it!

Idia Shroud

The most cinnamon roll boyfriend ever

While he rarely goes out, the most he’d do in public is hold your hand. You see, he gets flustered so easily that his cheeks flush red, even his hair turns pink!

First dates with him are online dates. While this may sound weird at first, it’s basically a call while gaming together and doing whatever you’d do on a first date - just digitally. He isn’t very confident, and so, this is the perfect date for him

After awhile of that relationship, Ortho pressures him into going out for a date. Idia is more than anxious - and in order to ensure that he will actually go there, Ortho escorts his big brother himself

He was really awkward at first. The date was in a small gaming café, where not many people pass by, so he wasn’t too anxious. After a little help from you, he managed to calm down and actually enjoy his time

Once you’re in a deeper phase of the relationship, he’ll just invite you to his room

Let’s you pick the games you’re gonna play! Video games are his passion, and seeing your interests is a way of showing his affection

Also lots of anime movie nights! Some snacks and both your favourite animes accompany you through the night

Will play UNO with Ortho and you.

Also during the anime nights,, should you fall asleep on his shoulder he will be the living mixture of anxiety and flustered yet happy

For his affection… he has no idea what he is doing

But that’s ok! You can teach him.

It starts with you falling asleep on his shoulder, multiple times. Until one day when he helps you finally beat this damn boss that had you hooked for weeks in your favourite game… it happens… you hug him

He short circuits. Cue to you immediately apologising

He just cuts you off blushing and smiling saying that it’s fine and he didn’t mind

Which will lead to more hugs

Which then somehow turns to cuddling durning movie nights

Ortho is looking at you and in his robot mind you and Idia are suddenly married but he never says it out loud because that would reduce the 12% chance of his brother leaving the room to 0%

And at some point y’all kiss. It all happens slowly. But well,,, Idia has no clue what he’s doing, lets you take the lead

The definition of “what the fuck was that��do it again.”

Well anon, I hope you enjoyed these head canons! It’s my first time writing some so I apologise should this not live up to your expectations. Please, come again soon~!

All credits belong to @koy0uu on tumblr. Please do not steal my works! Reblogs are appreciated though :D

[ginsdelusions]

Welcome to my little corner!

My name is Gin, and I am just planning to post my little imaginations and delusions on here. If you wish to stay, please make yourself comfortable. I hope you enjoy my work :)

Please do keep in mind that I also have work to do (school is getting difficult help); requests are open, but might take a while to complete. I will not write smut, any hateful or discriminatory content (for example homophobic or racist content) or deeply disturbing contents (such as extremely graphic gore or pedophilia).

I have officially reworked my account after 2 years, since life went its way, but now that I have new inspirations, I have decided to pick up writing again. Thank you for stopping by!

Fandoms I’m willing to write for include:

Twisted Wonderland

Genshin Impact

Honkai: Star Rail

Honkai Impact 3rd

Please, do enjoy your stay!