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Someone please write this.

SpyxFamily Headcanon

I have this thinking that after the Operation Strix become complete, by then Anya will also be in her Junior year or Senior year. Eventually, some where before the end of operation strix, Loid and Yor will also find out the truth about each other identity and then chooses to separate by mutual agreement.  Before that, Loid will ensure that Anya is in better place or will be taken care of under Master Henderson because this the only person he knows that will take good care of Anya since he saw her grow up as well. Then Loid will just make up a story that they will be going to a business trip outside the country or something similar to that, so Anya might also move to Eden Academy’s dorm.   But Anya know-it-all because she reads her parents minds thoughts that they really doesn’t want to be separated, not in the sense of being Loid and Yor, they just cannot admit it to themselves and knowing them, their profession comes first. With that in mind, the story will shift from Spy creating a family for a mission into a Telepath on mission to putting her family back together.  Anya will go into the adventure and journey of finding her dear mother (Yor) and her father (Loid) and plan to bring her family together. It will be a tough journey since it’s hard to search for a spy who’s changing his face, identity, and location every other mission like he is just changing a new clothes while Yor will be probably gonna be taken care of the Garden Assassin association. She is also subject to be relocated and change her identity without Yuri’s knowledge.   However it will also be both exciting and rewarding in the end. I also like to think that along the way Becky will somewhat help her by providing her means to live, like a place to stay or what not material things Becky could offer. While Damian’s boys will also try to help her because their big boss in the name of Damian is personally sticking himself to help her (still in denial stage) because Damian is fascinated with her dedication to bring her family back together so that she could be with them again, something that he wishes he has the guts to do with his father before.  By the way, since Anya move to the Eden’s Academy dorm, I think that it will also be the time that Damian and Anya get more closer or at least have more chance to lean on one another’s back. I imagine that Damian will comfort Anya because what she’s going through is something that he knows all too well.  And Anya will see Damian’s real personality, that no matter how hard this boy try to harden and make it appear to be strong and dominant, at the end of the day he is just a kid who needs family, something that she also knows all too well before Loid her papa pick her up and provide her the needs of having a complete family.  I should have write this as a fanfic but I’m lazy and I don’t want to come up with too much scenes and chapters. I also don’t know what to call into this, you can call this a theory or headcanon, or just random thinking. Ahaha.

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Gently hugs Diluc. By the way those wolfhooks are just a gift.

Just a random question, Diluc. Can I hug you?

I’m not particularly good at comfort, including physical affection, I will admit. Though, I guess I’ll allow you.

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Pot calling kettle black. You just wanted to die a hero (basically getting your friends to try and kill you) Only for your friends to become the reason why you still live.

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Tell this guy ain't cute to my face. He is a socially awkward assassin half human/half demon general. And he deserves a whole lotta hugs along with Leo demonhart.

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I'm emotionally wrecked by I'm quitting heroing. Seriously I've cried three times during the last Leo fight. Like it's an emotional rollercoaster. Even though I found this anime via an anime recapped. I didn't expect to be emotional damaged by it. I just have so many emotions from it.

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Where can a sign the petition. Because I will sign. Let's give him a vacation too.

Petition to let Loid sleep and enjoy his family life without stress

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When your daughter says she wants to study and you assume the worst. Loid just admit that you are her Dad through and through.

THE STRESS LEVELS OF THIS MAN🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Anya just trying to be nice and help her parents 🤣🤣

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Okay but imagine that somehow the Forger family teleport to zukos exile ship. They are in a new place (in fact in a different universe for an unknown reason to them yet) they find not only daiman also came with them and a feisty, flame prince with a wise uncle. Not to mention they learn this world is at war and zuko is trying to capture the only person who can make peace. Just imagine the shenanigans like Loid being a better Dad to both daiman and zuko. While Anya spilling every secret and truth about the new people to her family and frenemy. All of the Forgers will just be a secret weapon not even ozai will know about because Anya will find the moles and tell her Mom about that particular traitor on the ship. Rip ozais spies. Y'all know that both of the Forger parents want peace right. So just imagine that turned up to eleven in the atla universe. Operation strix is still ongoing since daiman is there with them. So it's a two birds one stone kinda deal.

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This fic has wrecked me.

A mutual understanding. (Chp 1)

       After the unfortunate and unexpected passing of Demetrius Desmond, Damien is suddenly thrust into the position of heir. Giving the young boy exactly what he wanted, his fathers attention, with the new title of heir coming right along with it.

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Bang. 

That stupid sound was what 12 Year old damien heard. The sound that changed the course of his life. God, that terrifying sound. 

The day of the Incident damien was having a relatively good day. Anya had seemed to be paying way more attention to the boy than what was normal.  Damien hadn’t been so mean to everyone around him that day either. He’d been relatively polite to everyone. (except the occasional snarky remark that slipped out.) 

Something was off that day. Anya had seemed on edge that entire day, making a point to stick close to the boy, as if she knew something was bound to happen. He’d even caught Anya crying in the library. 

He’d gone looking for the girl, since neither Becky nor him had seen her in a while. Not that he missed her or anything! (he did.) He’d found her under a table hidden away in a far corner of the library. Her favorite hiding spot, and by extension, his own. 

He found her with her knees up to her chest. Quiet sobs escaping her lips. Her face was hot with tears. Tears of which, damien couldn't decipher. And that scared him. Damien was one of the only people who could really tell what anya was thinking, He could usually decipher that look in her eye. Those crocodile tears she used to get out of things. So when he couldn't tell what her tears were about, he freaked out. 

He rushed to her side as she would for him. 

“Anya? Are you okay? What's wrong??” A hiccup erupted from the small girl. She looked even smaller all curled up like that. 

“A-anya c-can't tell you!” She sobbed even harder. Breaking the boy's heart even further. “Anya it's okay please tell me!” Damien mustered up the most comforting voice he could, and considering Damien hadn’t heard such a voice as a kid, it wasn’t a very good one. Though, Anya could really care less due to their circumstances.

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Anya wouldn’t tell him, but eventually they fell into a comforting silence. She clung to the boy for dear life. That morning, Bond had come to her with a terrifying premonition. One of the two Desmond boys would die. Seeing as one of the Desmonds was her dear friend, she was obviously terrified. She came to school that day, basically in a trance. Everyone looked at anya like she was about to pass out, and to be honest  she probably was. She looked sickly, pale and frail. 

Becky was just about to comment about her unwell state, when anya had run out of the room in order to puke. Everyone had turned to stare as she ran. The clacks of her heels were like hearing a pin drop in the completely silent room. 

Of all the stares she had received that day, the one that burned the most, was damians. Be it the chance that today was to be his last day on this plane of existence, or just her regular awareness of his stares. 

Damian glare towards the door lingered minutes after the pink haired esper had run out. 

Emile and ewen had definitely noticed it, just as they had noticed every single smile, and blush that the boy had directed at anya. At this point they were used to teasing him over it, at damiens dismay.

“Boss man, If you’re really worried about stubby legs THAT much, why don’t you check on her?” Ewen smirked. He knew she was ill, but that wouldn't stop him from teasing the poor girl, let alone pass up the opportunity to tease damien. 

Damien rolled his eyes. “This isn't the time for that, Ewen. Anya’s ill. Let's treat her with kindness… At least till she's well.” he sighed. He was used to the constant teasing, but when it was towards her while she was in such a vulnerable state, it riled something up within him.

Once anya had returned, the prior attention to her had returned full blast, except this time, people were whispering. Childishly giggling about the fact she had vomited. They were twelve for god's sake, not six again. Damien groaned before slinking back into his seat to pay attention to their teacher. Only to quickly turn around, feeling as if he was being stared at. Clearly he was, as Anya was looking at the boy, eyes filled with tears. 

He quietly raised his hand. “Teacher, anya’s clearly ill, may i take her to the infirmary?” He spoke with little volume, not wanting to bring more attention to the poor girl. The teacher nodded, so Damian packed up, pulling Anya along with him. 

“Alright what's wrong.” He sighed as soon as they were in a more secluded area. His usual defensive aura being placed down in turn for a genuinely concerned one. But the girl just ran. 

And for the rest of the day (until she’d been found in the library.) No one had seen Anya since. 

That worried the group of kids who’d grown to love anya’s silly demeanor. Three of which used to relentlessly make fun of the poor girl. In the moment though, till they’d find anya, they’d pass up the opportunity to tease her, instead opting to help track the girl down. Afterall, what's the fun in making fun of someone who wouldn't even be there to witness the teasing?

Anya still wasn't letting up what was wrong. And so they sat. And they sat for a while. Until anya finally decided to speak. 

“Damien? Can you stay with me for another while?“

“I already am, Aren't I?” He sighed. His heart felt like it was going to burst in the few moments that passed. 

Anya leaned into his side. Desperate to know he was real and alive. Desperate to know he was well and breathing. If not for his own sake, for her own. A selfish thought, if she thought about it. But she didn’t care. She just cared that he was alive. She cared that the boy who’d been in love with her since they were six was okay. 

Anya didn’t like damian. At least that's what she told herself. Trying to convince herself of such, because damien desmond, would never love a commoner like her. 

And that's when they heard it. 

Bang.

In the midst of her slowing breaths, she sharply inhaled. Looking at the boy who she was told was destined to die that very day. Except he was alive and well. If not only startled and afraid. 

It wasn't a moment to remain calm though. The kids knew what the bang was. They were smart enough to know what the sound was. And in turn, they heard the library doors shut. As the kids inside were instructed to hide. Told that they would be let out soon. And that everything would be alright. 

But the school that held children of such high societal positions was being targeted, which meant families in turn were being targeted. 

And so Damian quickly pulled out his cell phone, quickly texting his brother, then ewen and emile. Making sure to look back at anya every so often. Making sure the small girl was alright. 

“Anya are you alright?” He whispered. Careful not to disturb the dead silence of the library. Anya’s already broken composure, only deteriorating more as she spoke. 

Well that wasn’t reassuring. 

“Anya, if it's about the gunshot, we should be fine. We’re safe in here okay?” Logically he knew it wasn't only about the gun shot. But he ignored it, for his sake at least. 

“No! I-it’s not that! You don't understand damian!” His name burned on her tongue. She almost never said his first name, to her he was always sy-on boy, not Damien Desmond. 

And then for what felt like the 100th time, they fell into a comforting silence, the only sound escaping from the two were the quiet sobs escaping anya's mouth. 

It’d taken them 2 hours for everyone to be evacuated. 

It’d taken him 5 to find out of his brother's death. 

Those three hours in between was the calm before the storm. He and Anya had ended up finding the rest of their little group. Anya seemed on edge still, but was calmer, at least in comparison to what had happened in the library. 

“Anya, where were you all day? We’ve been worried sick…” Becky sighed as she rushed over to hug the pink haired esper. “Even Emile and Ewen were worried! Are you ill?? Did you get hurt?” The girl began to ramble. Much to anya’s dismay, since her head was still hurting quite a bit, due to all of the thoughts of the people in the library.  

About an hour later, after everyone's parents had been called, Becky's driver had come to pick her up, and then went Emile and Ewen, leaving Anya and Desmond alone and sitting on a patch of grass. Damian's parents hadn’t even picked up the phone, leaving him sitting there. Unsurprised by the lack of care on his fathers part. Careful not to place blame on his mother. 

“Anya? Do you want to talk about what you were upset about earlier?” Careful with his volume. He was always able to tell when anya was having a headache.

“I… I had a bad dream.” 

“That's it?” Damian scoffed, his typical teasing tone back in full force at the moment. But it dissipated as soon as he saw her face. He wanted to take back his words, because to her, it wasn’t just a bad dream. 

“I, I had a dream you died…” Anya sighed. She hated withholding the fact that it wasn’t a dream. It was a premonition. And it was either him or his brother. 

“Oh. Well, I’m alive, no?” He chuckled. He knew it wasn’t funny, but he at least wanted to try to be comforting. Even if he had no clue what that was supposed to look like. 

But that only panicked Anya further. The day isn't over yet. He still needed to be protected.  

“Damian, do you want to come to Anya's house while you wait for your papa?” Anya looked up at the boy. That was it! If she could keep him within arms reach, he would be safe! Especially with mama and papa being a spy and an assassin!

“Uh, I don’t know. Would your parents be okay with that?” He fidgeted. She was so persistent about coming to HIS house, that he never thought he’d be invited to hers. 

“Of course! Mama and Papa wouldn’t mind at all!” And for the first time that day, she finally cheered up a little. Even if it was just a front. Even if Damian could see right through it, he wouldn’t dare say anything about it. Of course it was to not get sucker punched in the cheek again. Though, if it were coming from her, he wouldn’t mind her doing it again.

By the time Loid had shown up at the school to pick up anya, Damian had already let his family know of his whereabouts, but he knew they probably wouldn't see it anyways.

“Papa! Can we take sy-on boy with us while he waits for his parents?” Anya was attached to her fathers hip. 

Loid began to think. ‘If I bring the Desmond boy with us, I'll be able to meet his father. Therefore, eliminating the need for the imperial scholar scheme. And also improving anya’s relationship with the boy, giving me another entrance to the boy’s father…’ 

Anya stared at her father while he was lost in thought, quickly tugging on his pant leg to get his attention again.

“Papa?” Anya looked up at him with her puppy eyes she knew he couldn't resist. 

Loid sighed, before looking at the both of them. “Sure, Damian, I'm assuming you’ve let your family know about your whereabouts?” Loid looked at the boy with sad eyes, as if he knew something the boy didn’t, and he did.  

Anya automatically knew what her father knew. Given the premonition of the morning. She knew.

Anya was so thankful that it wasn’t him. Of course she felt guilty of the fact she was practically celebrating while his very own brother had passed. 

But he didn’t know that. Not yet at least. 

Anya knew her father knew. And she knew why too, he’d most likely been on the scene,trying to take down the boy's assassin. Or gathering intel on the incident. Since one could assume that after the death of Desmond's most prized son, that a war would break out.

It was only a matter of time till Damian found out. 

And anya was determined to make the wait in between as comfortable as possible. 

As the three of them began the journey to the forger house, anya was adamant to holding damians hand, much to Loid and Damian's dismay.  

“Anya has to hold your hand so you don’t get lost!” Anya giggled when she saw Damians tomato red face. It totally wasn’t out of fear that the boy's life would be ripped away from her! Why would that be the case at all!

By the time they had gotten home, yor was already beginning to prepare boiling water for that night's dinner. And while she had been aware of what had happened at the school, she wasn’t aware they’d bring the Desmond boy along. 

Now both Loid and Yor were aware of each others true professions, but they weren’t aware of anya’s abilities. 

Not only did this give anya the upper hand, it also had led to the discovery of their true identities. 

So when Loid left the home in a hurry, he’d quickly explained what had happened, before rushing out of the door. He’d love to say the rush was for the mission, but he knew that the rush to leave and get on the scene was to keep his anya safe. 

“Oh hello there! You must be sy-on boy! Miss Anya had told us so much about you!” Yor smiled, the sight of the two children holding hands not going ignored. Though for the moment, especially for Anya’s sake, she let it slide. After all, they were only 12, not like anything weird was going on. 

“Mama! His name is damian!” Anya blushed furiously, embarrassed by the words of her mother. 

It seemed as if Damian was flustered too, but for other reasons. It seemed as if Anya was the only one allowed to call him that, not that he minded of course. 

“Oh I'm sorry!” Yor chuckled. “Well Damian, are you going to be staying for dinner?” She smiled politely at the boy. 

“Um I think so? I don't know when my driver's coming…” Damian sighed. Not that he minded being in the girls house. He just knew that, it’d probably be a while, if not all night, that it’d take his father to note of his absence. 

His state of reverie was disturbed by anya. 

“ C’mon sy-on boy! Let's go to my room so we can do our homework!” Anya smiled. Quickly afterwards, Loid lent a reminder to anya that might’ve just made the two kids' faces combust.

“Keep the door open. I don't want to hear any smooching from 12 year olds.”

Both Anya and Damian shot around to stare at the older man before them. Yor was busy giggling in the background to tell Loid off for teasing them. “Well then run along you two! Have fun! But not too much!” Yor smiled before going back into a laughing fit, this time with Loid by her side. 

The adults voices began to muffle when the children entered the girls room. 

“Damian? I’m glad you're safe.” Anya’s voice trembled. As if she were going to burst into tears for the umpteenth time that day. 

“So am I, would want the world's living without me, Damian Desmond am I right?” His lazy attempt at humor in the moment, seemed to work on the young esper. He was sure that if the girl's parents heard her cry, his head would be on the chopping block, awaiting a quick execution for making their beloved daughter cry. 

“Sy-on boy? Do you wanna help me with my math work?” Anya grinned. 

“Hold on, was this a ploy for me to do your homework??”

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After the pair were finished with their school work, they were called into the dining room for dinner. Perfect timing on the adults part.

“Well Damian, Miss Anya tells us a lot about you! How's school going for you two?” Yor smiled as she put down her glass of water. Loid ended up taking over dinner. Not wanting to disappoint the high standards the wealthy child had. For the mission of course!

“Um, It’s going well. Anya still doesn’t really get the math that well though… Though I've been trying to help her with it.” Damian felt a sheen of sweat pool on his forehead, not liking the amount of attention he was receiving. Even though he preferred to be the center of attention, when it was the parents of his cr- sorry sworn ‘enemy’. 

“That's awfully nice of you damian!” Yor smiled. Loid also smiled. The picture of a happy family with two loving parents, made him slightly jealous of the girl. He could have almost anything he wanted. But two loving, caring parents, was something the boy was sure he would never have.

“So Damian, I take it you and Anya were together when it happened?” Loid was unsure if the boy knew what had happened during the events of the lockdown. So he wanted to test the waters before letting it slip. 

“Uhm, we were in the library, me and Anya were kinda just sitting there when the gunshot went off…” Damian tried to leave out the fact that the girl was crying, not wanting to face the possible wrath of her parents.

By the time they had wrapped up dinner, Damian and Anya had taken up washing the dishes themselves. That's when the doorbell rang.

When loid had opened it, he sighed heavily before turning to the children. “Damian? Can you come here please?” The face at the door was an unusual one for Damian to see. His father, with a grim face, was at the door. Since when did his father care enough to come pick him up? 

Something had to be wrong. He knew that at the very least. 

“Damian. We have to go. We can talk about this in the car. It's important.” His stern voice gave no hints to the boy. 

“Can’t you tell me now? I want to say goodbye to Anya…” Damian fidgeted unconsciously. “Damian, your brothers dead. Is that what you wanted?” Donovan desmond let the bomb drop on his son.  

A wave of grief and guilt hit Damian like a ton of bricks. Was this what Anya’s dream was about? Was that why she was so upset all day? The boy felt tears well up in his eyes. Wiping them before any could escape his grasp. He quickly turned around and grabbed his bag, before saying a quiet goodbye to Anya. And a quick thank you to the forgers for having him.

Damian followed his father to the car. In which his mother was hysterically sobbing. The sight of his two parents in the same room as him, at the same time. Filled him with some sort of comfort. Even though it all went away when he remembered the reason for them all being together. 

“Damian, things are going to be different from now on. Since your brother is no longer with us. That makes you the new heir. There will be a grand change to your life, boy.”

“Yes father.”

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I'd try and bring him down to give him a kiss on the cheek.

sounds of rapid skittering in your house, you hear loud and unnerving munching and crunching, crumbs of an unknown origin fall at your feet, you turn on the light, you look up

you look away. 

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This is absolutely true.

Anya : Hey what's your favourite romance trope?

Becky : idk about me but I'm pretty sure Damien prefers enemies to lovers *winks*

Damien : *chokes*

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I love this fic so much reblogging this so it won't get lost.

Like a Kadupul Flower (Spy x Family, Damianya)

Summary: Papa said that the Kadupul Flower is the only truly priceless flower since no one’s ever been able to pick it and sell it. It blooms for barely a few hours, only in the cover of darkness, and wilts just before dawn. Maybe that’s what Sy-on boy reminded her of.

Word Count: 10,207 Warnings: some bullying Author’s Note: I just love them a lot 😔 First time in a long time that I’ve written anything, and first time writing for Spy x Family my beloved!! Thanks for reading 💖

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“Who would give her a Spring Flower?”

“I bet she bought it for herself and just said it was from a secret admirer.”

“She’s probably going to eat it or something.”

Quiet snickers echoed throughout the classroom and in Anya’s mind as she stared at the pink rose on her desk. Delicate petals hugged one another, gently curling into the center as she turned it in her fingers. The thorns had been cut down, but she could still feel the ridge of one as she outlined its deep green edge with her fingernail. It was probably the smallest flower of the bouquet the student council kid brought, but here it was nonetheless, with a white-laced ribbon and a gold-lettered card addressed to her.

“Don’t listen to them, Anya,” Becky said, tossing a long, silky pigtail over her shoulder and shooting a glare at the snickering students. “Did no one actually sign the card? Who do you think it’s from?”

“I dunno,” was all Anya could say, brow furrowing as she read the card yet again. The same letters stared back at her, not having changed despite being looked at for the umpteenth time. Guess she couldn’t read the mind of handwriting, as much as she wished she could, as the letters in ‘To Anya Forger’ weren’t revealing anything groundbreaking. She pursed her lips and scanned the thoughts of the students around her, wondering if she could find a staticky glimpse of information. They all seemed as confused as she was:

She got a flower and I didn’t?! I better get one next period.

The Spring Flowers were delivered today?! Did I remember to get one for my girlfriend?!

I wonder if she really is going to eat it. I wonder how it would taste.

Wait, I didn’t put my name on the card, did I?

Anya’s head whipped around, trying to catch who that last panicked thought belonged to. Who was that? There were too many babbling mouths and babbling minds to find the culprit, and unfortunately Becky’s thoughts beside her were making it hard to focus.

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Fanfic writers to your keyboards as someone wise once said.

Okay a daminanya concept. But their dynamic is kinda reversed when around high school.

No switcharoo or anything. Damian still pretty much a tsundere, kinda jerky, and hella in love. But is just that through those years, he’s just slowly mellows out and finally accepts that- yes he’s is in love with the forger girl and is only growing fonder of her as the days passes by. So he’s a kinda a lot honest and a tinsy more blatant in showing affection than his 6 year old self can ever would.

Calm, poise and absolutely still besotted Damian Desmond.

But Anya on the other hand, is just coming out around the the fact that she may see Damian in a more romantic light, and probably cares for him a lot than a ‘mission’s target’. And she just loses it.

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Okay but imagine if you have merch of certain characters ranged from plushies and other stuff. And those characters could sometimes see what you're doing even if the game itself isn't on. They can sometimes hear you too. This headcannon SAGAU has been in my brain for a while. Like imagine you have a genshin poster or plushie and they sometimes receive either visions or dreams of what you are doing in your room or wherever.

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This is me around almost every fictional boi. From many different fandoms. From Xiao to Mammon to Hokuto to even Loid Forger even though I ship the last guy with Yor. I'm not even sure I could even speak face to face with them in their world.

is this how you make cursed emoji?

(free to use, just dont claim you made it thx)

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This blog is super cool. And I'm loving the mods portrayal of both traveler Aether and Abyss Aether. Give them hugs and kisses because both of them deserve it.

Greetings.

I am Aether, Prince of the Abyss Order and the true creator of Khaenri'ah. I joined this blog because I saw a few old friends on here. Stay out of my way. (Mod is 19. Abyss Prince Aether is chronologically 17, but his true age is 5,000. NSFW asks are allowed, but nothing too serious. Minors please do not interact with these posts. The Mod does manage a few other blogs, so please do be patient if I don't answer an ask, or participate in a roleplay. In addition, Mod does have school to go to, online classes to take. Please do not spam my inbox. Thank you, and I can't wait to see you on this blog. This blog has two muses. Main muse being Abyss Aether and side muse being Albedo Kreideprinz. You can also speak to Traveler Aether here!)

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I love how Aether wants to protect his sis from even the most miniscule of chances for her to get hurt. Brotherly love at it's finest.

Hey Aether, what's your honest opinion on Xiao and Itto? Because they are most definitely protectors of those that they love. Not to mention Xiao has about a couple thousand years of protecting practice with the lyuie region. Which one of these guys would you approve to be with your sister more?

"Hmm.. Xiao is nice. He seems like a nice person. Itto can be a bit obnoxious and destructive sometimes, but he's cool as well. I would approve.. Itto more. I know Xiao can protect my sister better, due to all his training, but his karmic debt would probably overtake my sister. Itto would be the safer option, in my eyes."