#What was her name i forgot TvT

[ilikethecolorredsstuff]

I have this idea that's eating my brain.

Sj's ex fiance knowing abt the abuse but acting clueless and so that sj would get attached to her and not leave her in that shitty household because he's the only normal person there.

Sj stays because he is waiting for yqy and she knows, so unconsciously she is also waiting for yqy but with dread cause when he comes back he'll take sj and she can't do anything abt it. Only one day sj has had enough and he sais he wants to go cultivate and obv she doesn't want him to go especially now that she has a way to tie herself to him.

he goes anyway and burns the household with him. And she is seething with rage cause why couldn't he just wait until her brother died or at least killed only the brother and she would've come up with something to hide the murder and keep the money, Now she has to go live on her own out of the riches ta3 the awful awful house.

After a couple of years she sees him again and besides yqy and she assumes they are together, and all that sadness and anger comes back ten folds so when ppl ask her how she knows sj she just sais he burned her house

Just to be petty, but then sj doesn't defend himself or correct her statement, and she feels miserable abt it because sj was always like this. he always fought just hard enough to stay alive never more and never less.

She becomes lbh's wife out of spite. and since it takes a lot to be a rememberable wife, she learns deamon cultivation and it works well for her. But then sj is being tortured and she can't bring herself not to care, but she's also too used to seeing sj suffer so she does nothing until yqy dies for him and she realises that yqy and sj did not work it out, and sj was miserable all this time so she uhh does something something, deamon magic, and boom. back in time to the day before the arson incident.

Will she make good choices this time? Who knows.

[sheshe-cartoonlover]

Heyy! Here I'll uploading my sketches of different cartoons!!

Orrrr...

Different ideas or thoughts of different cartoons :D

Well, things like that...

Almost all about cartoons :))

Also... Can you see my pfp? 'Cause I uploaded It many times, but I can't see It TvT

Sooo... I forgot to upload my description and I prefer to write what I'd write there directly here!

About me:

You can call me... Basically any way you like, SheShe Is okk too :))

Orrr... You call me Rain or something like that... I usually use that! It's my art name...? Kind of...

Okk, let's move on!! I'm 15yo... Too much... Too much... I think I've missed two or three birthdays, because sometimes I wake up thinking I'm 12yo... Yeahh, that's It! Just ignore all the "..."! It's just not really how I talk irl, but I can't really talk how I talk irl, maybe I'll leave a vocal thingy here someday, since I desperately want to talk!! My English Is bad, remember that! I'm a B2, I think?? I don't really know my level, I just know I can read B2/C1 books, well, I usually mess up with few/little and many/much... When writing or speaking. Talking about my pronounce, It Is well, really meh... You'll hear that laterrr!

I wrote this poem just for saying that I'm 15yo! Oh, my!

ANYWAY, yeah, I know I repeat things often, I'm totally self-conscious about that and I apologise! But... I TRY, but I can't not do It!!! It's sooo hard! It's like talking slowly! Who on earth Is able do that?

Oh, let's come back to myself ✨

I'm Italian and I'm REALLY can't take It anymore with all the hotness hereee! It's like 40°C degrees, I hate the Sun! Sorry, Sun, I love your complexion... But not your role, still don't explode, pleeeeeease!

After that little talk to myself with the Sun, you probably stopped reading, I'm not even asking myself why! If you are still reading, I think you must know that you're not even halfway, because I may have been lacking of social interactions these days and when that happens... I talk to myself, so why don't be even crazier! Talk to random people who may encounter my post In this sea of posts (worst metaphor ever, I know) and ask themselves why? Why would she do that?

OHHH, RIGHT!! I'm a girl! Pronouns She/Her, I don't really like to be referred as He/Him, so please remember that, I won't be mad If you don't, but... Don't be offended If I'm having a bad day and I tell you something, like "I'm actually I girl!!", I apologize here, sorryyy 😓😓...

Let's move onto Sexuality, should we? (Yeah, we definitely should, I know, I'll tell you how many words are there In this poem at the end, which Is... Uhm... Pretty far!)...

ANYWAY (I'll using a lot of anyways to reconnect myself to the MAIN conversation here, yeah, I know It's just a conversation with MYself!)... Counting of anyways at the end!!

ANYWAY, I'm In the ARO/ACE Spectrum, I know for sure I'm Apothisexual but... What about romantic orientation? Something In the ARO Spectrum for sure, just not Apothiromantic, since, I'm not romance-repulsed... I mean, I don't like romance on myself, like kisses are a big no and, I'm not perfectly fine with physical touch either... But, I really love others romance!! Literally like every fangirl!! But I don't know If Apothiromantic to that!? So I'll be sticking to Aromantic or [Fictoromantic], even though I prefer Apothiromantic, referring to how I feel about romance with ME...

I'm a cartoon addicted, I don't watch anything If not cartoons!! (No, but I mean for real)... I'm starting to become real-people-repulsed, well not for real, I love my friends, but, I just wish we were, like, animated better? It's difficult to explain, maybe I'm just weird... I literally can't watch shows with real people If not at the theatre, because I feel like repulsed... I get bored In some minutes...

ALSO, things for which I'll probably get bullied at school If I tell anyone, I'm afraid of blood, like a lot... Not mine... But others'... Yes.. Even If It's just the slightest sight of blood... If It's drawn I still have problems, but less, like I can convince myself that It Isn't blood, so my head doesn't start going crazy and almost fainting or... I just look away :D!

TPD doesn't have much blood, luckily and... Only on dark scenes, most of the times, so I say to myself: "It Isn't blood... It's Isn't blood..."

That's like:

Me: "It Isn't blood... It's Isn't blood..."

Viren: "The Son's Blood..." or "The Blood of The Soon...", I'm not sure!

Anyway!!

Me: "IT'S NOT BLOOD! IT'S NOT BLOOD!"

So, well, sometimes I actually believe It... And It's working! When Viren did that disgusting hearth thingy I don't wanna remember, at first, I didn't even think It was blood... Well, then yes, so I started looking away or looking at the background ehe...

This Is starting to feel like a personal diary-

ANYWAY, where were we? I don't even remember...

Oh. Right!!! My lucky number Is 17!!!

I won't tell you ALL my personality typings, just know I'm a ENFP E2w3, ok?

Wanna know something? Ask In the comments below!!

And no, It's NOT the end... Just lemme find a topic, because I really want to talk... You can see how crazy I am by the fact that I literally have a chat with myself on TextingStory free version, 'cuz I have no money ✨✨

Wanna see some of the chat???

I guess not, but I wanna show y'all!!

Nevermind, It's more embarrassing than this whole thing...

I'm working on MLP tarots with myself, anyway!!! I have just 2 cards ready for now, well "ready"... I have just 2 doodles of the concepts... I have 0 - The Fool - Discord and I - The Magician - Trixie, but I have to color them digitally and It's gonna be a pain since... Well, let's say I'm not the best with digital art... But still, I should be able to trace and color, right?? Yeah, I don't think so neither, but we'll see after I have all the 78 cards ready!!!

My idea Is to give each card a different character, according to their story or just something near to their story, since finding 78 DIFFERENT characters was hard... Actually 85, but shhh, just because two cards need 2 characters and one needs 3... Not really the best things ever... Finding the Kings was the worst ehe... At least now I can say my favourite seed Is CUPS!! And that If you get 5 Is bad... Also Death!! Death Is worse... I already decided all the characters yesterday, did I already tell you that?

Anyway...

I know It's bad, I just tried... Ahahahaha

They are the same size anyway, don't let yourself be fooled by the pictures and for the King/Queens and Empress/Emperor you'll see... I'm not a PEDO!!! I don't actually ship them! They are just characters that fitted In, Kings and Queens are not related! Nor are the Empress and the Emperor!!

Fun fact: I have 8 full notebooks I made In 3-4 years... Maybe 2? It feels so weird... I didn't change In these notebooks, just In the last ones, I understood myself better... Since I write as Rain, not as She... Yeah, She Is a real life nickname people give me, so well, SheShe too... I really became more mentally ill In these years... But also a lot more like In this post... In my notebooks, I put all my weirdness and I feel happy about It, I don't know If It's good or not...

I'm also dark, sometimes, thought, honestly... Like I really want my parents to divorce, like I want It, I'd be happy and out there there are people who maybe have PTSD due to their parents divorce... I feel cruel for this...

ANYWAY!!! LET'S TALK OF LIGHTER THINGS!! Even thought, my playlist playing "Different Beast" creeps me out, If the next It's "Monster", I'd be sad for my own cruelness... I'm trying soo hard to be KIND, KIND AND KIND... People say: "Don't be kind or you'll be used!", but what If I like being used??? What If I'm fine with It and I take joy In being used, because I know that my being used does something good to others, while my not being kind, hurts them? Like sometimes I don't understand people, I usually thought that this thing of using was realistic and helpful, but some months ago I realised I wrong I was! Anyway, yeah, people use me or think about using me, even not voluntarily... One time, one of my classmates told me: "You do everything people tell you, you're so usable"... I told him "I know" and I laughed, "It doesn't bother me" - I said.

Anyway my YouTube FYP, because yes

Sorry, It's In Italian 😓😓

Anyway, "No Longer You" Is playing, It's even more even depressing than "Monster"...

Anyway, even If It's the song which scares me the most In all EPIC, "Monster" Is my favourite song In The Musical!!!

Anyway, my current favourite cartoon Is MLP: FIM, well, actually from a lot of years, but... Still love It!!!

I'll finish this ✨ Poem ✨ later

I'M BACK! I'M BACK!!

OK, so I thought you may be asking why In my notebook I have a date of day that still has to come (5/4), I wish It was because I'm from the future, but It's because I'm a dummy... In my notebooks, I always put dates that has to come, It's because they're Rain's notebooks, not She's notebooks and In Rain's world the time works different... It's never the same date as today, It's always the future, but really random... Like sometimes In a day I put 2 or more different dates orr, one day I put the date of 2 days after and some days even a week or a month... This started with a date of months later, but I was busy, this date arrived and well, the dates came nearer ehe...

I'm loving writing this essay, like It's really awesome, It's like a therapy!!! Quite like VAT7K, which helped and Is helping with my loneliness and fear of abandonment... See, I don't know If you want to read my psychological talk... There aren't a lot of who would want to... At least, when I talk about that with my Mom I feel worse than before... But, maybe with you? I talked about It with other friends... Really... Almost everyone, even If I tried to make It seem A LOT less a pain than It really was, because... Because that's what my Mom makes me think... Like, I don't wanna become a drama queen and give the impression that ONLY I suffer, I don't know, my Mom always says that "No one wants to be your (mine) friend, because you're (I'm) always like this"...

Like, I love to talk about psychology and things I like, but when I talk with my Mom or my Grandma, my Dad... I feel so non listened and dumb for even having started that dumb conversation that... I started to not talk about my Interests with my friends or, even when I do It, I feel like even If they reply... They seem Interested... Their smile Is fake and they are just annoyed, bored and uninterested just because of me, so I stop... And change topic...

ANYWAY, I'm making this whole thing seem like It's my Mom fault, but no, she's good!! She doesn't just realise she's not really the mother she wishes to be and I'm not the daughter she wants ehe... But she's a lot of fun!!! I definitely prefer her to those bratty Moms all about pretty dresses and ugly long nails... Augh... (SORRY IF I ACCIDENTALLY INSULTED YOU!! If I don't like long nails or dressing pretty It's just me, not you, you are not a bad personality to me just because of that, you're even better than me, because you actually care about you look, while I don't... Well, I do... But In my ways... Anyway, I love y'all anyway!! Remember, It doesn't matter how you dress, y'all are still beautiful!!! I just don't want a Mom who tells me to dress pretty, while I don't to ♥️)!

Hey!! Wanna know I dress and how I WOULD dress If I could?

I'll show some things from Pinterest!!! You're completely free to not like It, of course, I have not seen anyone with my style so far... Well, maybe my BFF, but I'm... Well, even more colourful and self expressive than her!!

Ohhh, I can't wait to show youuu! I need to find someone with my style!!!

First, this kind of oversized hoodies, all with bunnies images like this one! But, figure them In a different colour, like... Dark or Light Pink/Lavender/Red and with a big pocket right below the bunny!!!

This would be a good example of a T-shirt I'd wear, same colours (Dark or Light Pink/Lavender/Red, some white), always with Bunnies!!!

Always long shirts.

I'd wear this kind of shirts/hoodies with cartoon characters too, but It's too embarrassing ehe...

For the pants, sweatpants or leggins!

Same colours are before, you know Dark or Light Pink/Lavender/Red... Ehe... They are my colours... Yellow too, thought!

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Now It's summer here, soo, I just wear this kind of shorts, but with the colours you know, but I'll repeat: Dark or Light Pink/Lavender/Red...

And I also wear singlets like these, same colours (Dark or Light Pink/Lavender/Red)!

For the HOT SUN I also always have this...

NO WAYYY, 10 IMAGES LIMIT?? THIS IS INSANE!?

Sorry, guys, I'll delete the MLP picture... 🥲

Yeah, I wear this and I probably look dumb and really funny, but It's really useful (yes, I got the idea from that MLP episode)...

And a fan!!! I always bring my fan!!! Oh, and I always bring my rucksack!!! I have to make you see It!!! I'll delete the leggings image... You know how leggings are made, after all, right?

I have to give you an idea of how my rucksack looks like, sorryyy!!

It's similar to this, but It has longer ears and It's more colourful, It had mixed light blue, lavender and light pink... Mine also has a tail and paws... The base colour In the back, which here Is light pink, In mine Is lavender... Also mine has A LOT of keychain... AHHH!! I HAVE 2 MLP KEYCHAINSS!!! 1 Scootaloo and 1 Twilight, they arrived two weeks ago, then an heart carved In wood, two bracelets from the Camping I go on Holiday since I was born: one from last year (ocean blue), and one I'm using this year (Pinkie's mane pink)... Also 2 Scooby-Doos, which are those things with Intertwined threads, I don't know?? I translated this word, Imma be honest here! Also there I have a Marmot small-sized plushie with a tiny bow, a lavender butterfly 🦋 and my school's keychain!! It should be everything... You don't wanna know what's inside, but sure there are plenty sticks... I'll probably use them to make magic wands once I get home, since I need some!! Did I mention I'm Into witchcraft!!!

All the photos are from Pinterest!!!

I got an Ideaaa!! I'll make my own diary on Wattpad, best therapy ever!!! Maybe I'll make some friends too...!! I can't wait!! Even If as a format... I love Tumblr more... But... YOU CAN PUT JUST 10 IMAGES IN A POST??? WHATT??

Anyway, I can't count the words or the anyways like I promised, 'cause I can't copy the Intere text... TvT

I'm so sorry...

This Is probably the end, but see you In my new Journal on Wattpad, I'll probably write about my life here too and I'll register those promised vocals... :))!!

Anyway, I changed my mind... Tumblr Is A LOT better than Wattpad, so I'm gonna use this both as a Journal and to post drawings... Well, still a Journal and this was my Intro :))

[duckys-ocs]

What's Tanggol's temperament like? Also, what was his life in his childhood home/with his family like before he left, and why did he leave (if it's not too spoilery)? Please, give me info about the Man, I miss him T,^T,

What is Tanggol’s temperament like?

Tanggol has what can be described as a sanguine temperament.

He’s a naturally charismatic and optimistic guy. Very outgoing and sociable— always has his arms wide open in hospitality and welcoming, He’s the kind of guy people would refer to when you need help, or the kinda guy who’s there to lend a helping hand— the reliable guy to some extent.

He’s a pretty laid-back airbender who really follows that kinda typical Air Nomad attitude of going with the flow. He’s a pretty flexible with really any sort of chaos or changes in the environment— so much so that it’s a question if he even notices it. Funny enough, there are times when Tanggol is kind of oblivious to his surroundings and others around him XD.

Regardless, people can be frustrated with him, but it’s hard to truly hate him. If anything, his friendly demeanor is pretty infectious :3.

What’s his life in his childhood home/family like before he left?

Okay so this may get a bit long ;w;

Tanggol lived in a tribal town somewhere in the Central Parts of the Solar Islands (ngl I kinda forgot where those parts are). It’s a pretty close-knit community — so a lot of the people in the tribe had always been considered as family Tanggol and his families and vice versa. Tanggol has always been a pretty free-spirited and explorative kid. This sort of mindset of closeness with other people and his free-spirit is further solidified whenever his dad used to take him and his siblings to the Solar Island Air Temples.

In terms of his family, Tanggol grew up with a waterbender mother and an airbender father (who is also a descendant of the original Air Nomads). He’s the youngest of four siblings — two older brothers and an older sister. He had a pretty close bond with his family, like playing and climbing trees with his siblings, or running around in the muddy rice fields or petting the bison-bao (his family owned a farm that had a herd of air bison-carabao hybrids!).

Tanggol always often got into a lot of trouble— mainly going along with whatever stupid kid game or tricks his brothers wanted to get into. One example being the time they scared their dad’s old bison-bao from her sleep, which then resulted in all the bison-bao scattering all over their town. Though as much as Tanggol loved having fun with his brothers, he’s also able to chill with his sister. And due to his softer nature at this age, he was unironically the closest with his older sister (I don’t have names for the family yet if you can tell TvT).

For their parents, their mom has always been a pretty diligent and independent lady. Ever since inheriting her father’s crops and livestock, she’s often been taught to have self-discipline and keep a strong back. She has a little bit of a temper, but nevertheless a loving and hard-working mom who ensures her kids’ care, needs, and wellbeing are met. As for their dad, he’s often not around so much due to following a nomadic lifestyle. He loves his family and ensures to visit whenever he— bringing back gifts and treats for his family. On special occasions, he’s also able to take his kids on trips around the islands and even outside the islands to the other parts of the Hidden World! It was because of his dad, Tanggol wished to follow a nomadic lifestyle — feeling as though it was a fitting future for him than the sort of destiny most boys in his tribe often follow.

Because of his gentle nature and soft-hearted attitude, Tanggol in a way stuck out from the other kids in his tribe. It’s a common rite of passage among the boys in his tribe that when they reach the age of manhood (adolescence), they must go into the wild and perform a hunting ritual involving retrieve an animal of agreeable size (usually a juvenile python-hawk or a scorpion-fish). Following this hunting ritual, they receive their first upper body hunting tattoo, which thus signifies their capabilities of being a strong warrior. I made a post somewhere on my art blog regarding the tattoo rituals and each tattoo symbol means— may try and find it again for reference -w-.

Though going back to this, Tanggol goes about doing the ritual regardless on his uneasiness to kill an animal. He knew the importance this was and that the animal would go on to live a content afterlife if the ritual is done correctly— but nevertheless, he was hesitant about it. He ended up killing a baby gecko-mouse. He then receives his first and ONLY chest warrior tattoos. Because as he grew older, he decides to follow in his father’s footsteps and go about an Air Nomadic lifestyle.

His family is overall pretty protective of one another. Basically, if you hurt one of them, the whole gang’s coming for your ass BDKDJDKD.

Also he gained his love of music from his dad, who even gifted him a kudyapi (filipino boat lute).

Why did he leave?

As I said before, Tanggol had wanted to become an Air Nomad like his dad.

Though, he doesn’t necessarily pursue that goal for a pretty long while— even after receiving his tattoos in his 20s and when his dad passed away not long after from an illness he failed to treat.

His mom, feeling that because of her husband’s lifestyle leading him to die and failure to treat his long-time illness, pleaded to her youngest to not go along with it. Not wanting to disappoint and make his mother upset, Tanggol made the agreement to never pursue the Nomadic lifestyle.

He becomes a bison-bao herder around his mom’s farm and later on ended up marrying a lovely earthbender lady named Mananambal— or Manana/Mana for short. They were pretty close friends and fell in love so easily that they decided to get wedded sooner than expected— much to the joy of their families.

Though a bit after their marriage, it became clear to Tanggol that as much as he’s more than content with the life he’s living — being a herder and marrying his best friend and lover — he just couldn’t help but look onwards to the skies and seas. Just wondering what it would be like to travel them and see the world beyond his horizons.

And when this feeling never went away, Tanggol knew he had to tell his family— though most of all, Mana.

As much as they truly did love each other, their marriage was impulsive and happened far too wuick for either of them to realize and understand what they really wanted. Tanggol admitted to his wife that like his dad, he wanted to see the world. As for Mana, a part of her still wants to figure out what exactly she wants as well.

As for Tanggol’s family, while his siblings were more than supportive of his decision to leave home, their mom was more than difficult to persuade. It took of a lot of convincing and pleading from Tanggol before his mom lets him go— though of course not without one message.

That no matter what happens to him, no matter where he is, or what he gets into, he is always welcomed back home.

And with this in mind, with his bison-bao companion, Porgie (which I REALLY should’ve mentioned before), he heads off on his new life as an Air Nomad…

…And somehow ended up on the other side of the world where a 100 year war was happening.

Tanggol truly does has some kinda luck XD.

[closedrop]

Okay now that I’ve thoroughly processed the ending of Crisis Core, I have some thoughts

- I’m kinda upset that I was wrong about what was gonna go down because honestly I would’ve found it really interesting to see like the mako reactor blow up(?) is that what happened in Gongaga? And then Zack have to see that happen or something. It’s alright though I can deal without it ig…

- I didn’t actually realize Genesis liked poetry (cough cough LOVELESS) when I got my first impression of him and said “he seems like he’s into poetry so that’s a plus” and then when I realized I was right that was really funny.

-Speaking of Genesis liking LOVELESS he HAS to have read that book more times than anyone else imaginable. It’s just not possible for anyone to have read LOVELESS more than he has. Simply impossible. You can’t do it.

- I am still a big fan of all the little details that cause the future in Crisis Core, like Aerith’s bow and her dress too, Zack’s limit break, Zack helping name 7th heaven. And even foreshadowing like LOVELESS, because especially in Act I where it says “Three friends go into battle. One gets captured, one flies away, and the one that is left becomes a hero.” (Even though the game touches on this a little where Rothy and Genny discuss it) it can clearly reflect onto the fates of Angeal, Genesis, and Sephiroth. Although Sephiroth in his and Genesis’ discussion of Act I says that Genesis is welcome to have the role of hero it is actually he who becomes the hero I believe? That or he’s the one who flies away. It’s unclear to me because there can be multiple interpretations but here’s my take basically. *Ahem*

Scenario 1: Rothy is the Hero because he’s the only one from the AGS that appears in FFVII so hence “the one that is left” and he’s known AS A HERO before he kinda goes mad and kills a bunch of people. And that makes Genesis the one who flies away, this could be evidenced by how he is a deserter who worked with Hollander to try and stop the degradation orrr something like that but yeah.

Scenario 2: Genny is the Hero because of how Sephiroth and Angeal both died technically (idk the lore is weird there, Sephiroth like died but then he came back to life in FFVII because he was preserved or something?? I forgot- anyways-) this makes him the one remaining though, and Rothy flies away, as in he dies I guess. And also in the cutscene where he gets thrown with the masamune or something I guess he kinda like willingly throws himself down there using his singular wing (iirc) so that could be interpreted as flying away.

And Angeal… ehh let’s not dwell on it and say “being captured” just means he like kinda was killed by Zack or something. Sorry this kinda turned into my interpretation of LOVELESS mb

- IIRC Genesis basically created the idea for Banora white apple juice? Which is insane to me because how did nobody think of this before him?? Like, what’s with this child inventing apple juice? Let’s go?? I guess??? Good on him???

- I literally watched Zack go through the stages of grief throughout the whole game like at first iirc was like whaaat? SOLDIER and Shinra wouldn’t do this, naaaaah. Then it was how could they do this??! And just cover it up too!?? For why! And after that it was, him like (iirc) begging Cissnei to let him and Cloud go on since they didn’t do nothing but escape from testing that Hojo was putting them through in those test tube thingies. After this Zack is all depressed (not like he wasn’t before but he is super depressed now) because he feels like one, he can’t save anyone, and two, like he’s just been living a lie (especially after finding out about Lazard’s betraying Shinra), after that he continues to be tested on what he believes in choosing to in the end not to back to Shinra and instead protect Cloud then finally accepting his fate and knowing that the price of freedom is steep (haha reference TvT) and goes in to fight that whole army I guess which he most likely knows is going to get him killed, but he fights anyway for his freedom. And yeah that’s the stages of grief. You got Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, “testing” apparently according to Google, and then acceptance.

- This game made me like Sephiroth “Rothy” Sephiroth a little bit more than FFVII did because I got to see the side of him that shows before he’s lost to the madness. It’s interesting especially when you realize he is how he is in FFVII because he’s found out what made him. Poor guy 😔

- The probability of the “Silver elite” Sephiroth fan club being run by any of Angeal, Sephiroth, or Genesis is really high, especially when you consider the fact that they have information that nobody outside of those people would have. And the “never before seen” photos of Sephiroth/“photos that only not your average fan” could see. That information being though, the part about the training room and how apparently they’d like shoot an apple off the head of one of em. (Thin k it was Rothy slicing an apple offa Genny’s head? IIRC?) if I recall, it was said that they would SNEAK to be in the training room. Implying that nobody else knew about it other than them. It’s either that or they were really bad at sneaking. But the mail from Silver Elite said something along the lines of them sneaking to the training room to use as their personal playground, and if I recall Sephiroth says something similar in his flashback, saying they’d like sneak to use it when the seconds are out. (Sorry repetitive but yeah) so either it’s run by one of them OR that chairperson is very good at getting interviews with them.

Yes I joined all the fan clubs what about it? I’m a dedicated fan of all of them. Or something like that.

Idk I probably have more thoughts but it’s late and I’m tired soooo that’s all I have for now

[fallen-kingdoms-crk]

[Rosemary Dragon Cookie in her dragon form flew down and landed gently. Her mother, Purest Rose Cookie, on her back]

Purest Rose Cookie (✨🌹): [pets Rosemary Dragon Cookie's Black Cacao Cat named Diamond] ". . ."

Rosemary Dragon Cookie (🐉🥀): "Uhm... Hello?"

((I forgot to show you Rosemary Dragon Cookie's Dragon Form TvT))

"wha... What uh.... What are you doing here??"

[cherrysweather]

Hello! How are you? So, I have a request. Can you write about a scenario where Trucy gets bullied badly, LIKE EXTREMELY BADLY. But then, her S/O saves her from the bullies. Any format is allowed! And yes, thank you for reading!!!

Hello hello uwu

I'm fine? I think?

I hope you're doing well though ^^

Thank you for requesting and, let me give you a hug ;v;

It was so sad writing this because thinking about Trucy getting bullied hurts me TvT This is short and I'm sorry for it, but I really didn't know what to write and this work caused me to lose imagination more than once to write in general, I'm so very sorry

So, I hope I've written all the emotion well; I hope you'll enjoy! <3 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Trucy Wright is saved from bullies by her S/O:

It was always like this.

It didn't matter if it was during breaks between school lessons, on her way home, during her shows rehearsals or her live ones, Trucy was never alone - in the worst way possible.

Spoiled, fraud, naïve, delusional - she was called like this and more so many times a day that her mind sometimes forgot her name.

It started when some of her classmates asked her to show them some magic tricks, complimenting her hard work in everything she was doing.

Of course, some people didn't like that -call them jealous, ignorant, stupid or just disrespectful- and started to bother Trucy, mocking every achievement she conquered.

What she thought and hoped would last for some time, took a regular seat in her life instead; if she answered correctly to an answer she was a nerd, then a loser if she failed a test, an attention-seeker if she talked to someone from another class, anti-social if she didn't.

Wrong or right, everything she did was scolded, they always highlighted the worst aspect of it.

Trucy learned when she was a child how to handle the kinds of emotions that these events made her feel, how to bottle them up and keep a smile for everyone around her and to try and convince herself that she was strong, she could do it on her own.

That's why no one ever noticed.

Phoenix was the only one who immediately noticed how her daughter would isolate herself even when Apollo and Athena were with them at the office, but when he tried to talk to her about it, she just smiled and told him she was fine apart from some school stress.

He didn't want to play the part of the invasive father, the one who asked and asked until the answers he wanted reached his ears, so he asked someone he knew Trucy trusted as much as she trusted him.

Of course, they noticed too. How she slowly stopped to tell them how her day went on their way home, how she stopped bringing her favorite deck of cards to show them some new tricks and many other small things that made Trucy the bubbly girl she was.

They talked to her, making her realize that she had to react and show those bullies that whatever they said or did didn't touch her. She didn't have to become like them, envious, mischievous or evil; ignore them, ask her friends for support and always opt for a smile. They remained close to her while she tried to do that, waiting for her after school if they finished earlier their own lessons and always checked on her mood and health.

And, it worked, actually.

They stopped talking badly about her, thanks also to the other classmates who started to call them out, they stopped ripping her books after a teacher yelled at them and a very menacing blue lawyer glared at their group with death in his eyes each time he came to pick up his daughter.

"You think you're strong?" "You always need someone else to cover your back" "It's easy to say you hold shows in theaters when others do all the work for you"

Her blurred vision didn't help at all while she searched for her safety contact to ask for help; she was walking back home with unrequired company- like always.

This time, she understood quickly that a smile wouldn't help that much after a kick hit her legs. When they grabbed her backpack, arms or clothes, she pushed them away, not being able to hit them in any kind of way. That was until she felt her scalp burn and almost fell backward, wiggling from the grip she hit someone's leg; that triggered, however, a pull to her hair that made her back meet with a wall.

The only thing she felt after a while was air being pulled out from her lungs as someone pulled her scarf tightly around her slim neck. She closed her eyes and continued to push them away, free herself and avoid visible bruises. How would she explain that to Phoenix afterward.

They waited for Trucy outside her school; she told them that Phoenix invited them for lunch with Maya, Apollo and Athena, so they hurried up once classes finished and waited. They realized Trucy probably forgot when just the staff remained inside the building, so they started walking towards Phoenix's house.

That's when their blood started to boil; it took a few meters ahead to spot Trucy's cape and the same individuals she talked about these last weeks, and what helped recognize them was the rather unfriendly way they were treating her.

Trucy regained the courage to open her eyes again when she heard that familiar voice screaming against her bullies, pushing them away and finally freeing her neck from the grip of her scarf. No one there knew how they resisted beating them on the spot, calling them every possible way to make them feel as bad as they made Trucy feel, if not worse; to remind them of what they really were, how insignificant and vile.

They didn't even wait for them to go away, pulling Trucy away, somewhere safer to try and soothe her, speak to her; but that wasn't the ideal moment. Trucy slowly calmed down from the shock, but did not utter a word.

Once home, she just closed her in the bathroom, processing what just happened in the silence. Useless to say that once Phoenix learned everything, he knocked on the door softly, trying to get his daughter out of there and talk, doing his best to suppress his anger.

For once, hearing someone cry his lungs out was a positive sign; Trucy finally found the courage to let herself go, let off all the steam inside her while torturing her father's shirt and almost attempting to merge with his chest.

They waited, already thinking of ways to pay back those bullies as they deserved. When Trucy finished explaining the full situation, she gave herself a break, washing her face and dragging them to her room; lunch could wait.

She occupied her bed and used them as her pillow; her sobs could still be heard from time to time, her grip on the pillow was more than strong, so it was their hug on her. Only when her breath stabilized and she fell asleep they could relax, too. The gentle strokes on her hair didn't stop and they patiently waited for her times of recover to then find all together a solution.

Even though, Phoenix was already filling in the documents for a legal complaint for every one of those being.

[cosmogify]

Bond Time

Woah, expanding on the Mikey lore?? It's a Christmas miracle! JIDUEVEFFEKDIEUV

This just came out of my a$$ but hopefully it's still enjoyable to read TvT

I'm also not beta reading this it's too long jcdoihevuifd.

Fic is below the cut.

Mikey had been occupying himself at the international training center for awhile.

The building stretched for miles, with its outside walls unable to be seen in sight except for what was probably the ceiling. Metallic dummies were aligned on the floor and in the air of the open shared space, some were also giant sized that tend to be placed in the back. Right now, Mikey's currently testing his endurance in the private training room he had rented.

He swerved his body to avoid the swinging limbs, its ai getting accustomed to his movements and countered his dodge with a surprise leg sweep. He managed to duck under the attack and used his tail to tangle onto the dummy's leg, feeling another sweat breaking on his skin at the close call. He quickly saw another dummy in the corner of his eye running at him, so with a swift motion he pulled the acquired mannequin with him into a rapid spin before tossing it at the other one, causing the both of them to topple down on one another and finally deactivate.

His frail lungs heaved in and out, collecting as much oxygen as he could as he hears the beeping sounds of the monitor. He took a quick glance before looking back down at the tiled floor below him. 798 points in bold white text, the same number of those dummies he had been going at since dawn. A new personal best, but it didn't make him feel any better.

His whole body was now shaking from the excessive exercise he had forced himself to pass whatever limits he had, but the jitters quickly faded from that of exhaustion and was instead replaced with more energy. Sometimes he wonders if his body also recovers his dysfunctionally high stamina and not just muscle injuries, it would make a lot more sense if that were the case. He would soon do some small hops in place before jumping into some leg stretching along with some somersaults, pondering if he should press the continue button for the nth time on the training monitor.

As soon as he was about to decide, he heard the sliding door open then closing, heels clicking against the tiles like a rhythmic metronome. He giggled lightly, not needing to see who it was that entered as his face now wore his usual smile.

"Ya know, you should at least knock before entering without permission, heh."

He teased before chuckling along with the lighthearted yet sarcastic laugh from behind him as he sensed the obvious eye roll it came with.

"Haha, sure hun. Perhaps if my name wasn't on the permission board list beforehand I would have remembered."

Stacie quipped back as she stepped with a twirl to look at her boyfriend face to face, squatting down in a cute pose with a hand supporting her chin and the other holding a mini water bottle for her fighting maniac. Her twin tails swaying languidly behind her as she hears Mic's adorable guffaw. It also seems that her angel quickly forgot what he was doing and ended up sitting down on the floor criss cross instead.

"HAHAHA touché! I should use a pad lock next time, then."

He joked before noticing the mini bottle and was about to grab it without thought, before hesitating halfway. He contemplated for a minute or so before he finally decided to take it, giving a small nod to his partner in thanks.

"Come to think of it, why's Dee not with ya? He always follows you around in crowded spaces like these.."

He opened the cap slowly as he talked and later took a few small sips of water before deciding that was already enough, quickly putting the cap back on.

"Well, Dee has been running a lot more errands as of late. Probably to take over security for his father once we're older.."

"Oh, that makes sense. Kinda forgot that you two have family history.."

They would soon sit in the training room together in silence. It wasn't tense, but it wasn't exactly comfortable either. Mikey could feel his hands clenching and unclenching on the plastic bottle, his tail swaying awkwardly beside him and his halo was spinning back and forth slightly. What else should he talk about? Thankfully Stacie was ahead of him on that.

"How...has your dad been, lately?"

She asked quietly, concern was evident in her voice and face despite her kind smile. He didn't notice until now that one of her tails was gently wrapping around his. He reciprocated it with the same gentleness on hers.

Mikey's family wasn't really a touchy subject for him, doesn't mean that talking about his dad was any easier. Heavens above, it was also the reason why he was couped up in training here the whole day.

"Uh, he's doing fine? Probably? Ugh, I honestly have no clue, ya know how absent he can be at home. I don't even know where he is now, and the rare moments he was home he, well, pretended I wasn't there. We're likely estranged at this point. I just...hope he's doing alright. I should probably find him to check up for myself."

Whether it was due to him being an angel, or that he genuinely still cared about the old man, Mikey tilted his head down almost shamefully for not thinking of doing that sooner. Maybe if he had done that, perhaps their relationship would've been better. If he was never alive to begin with-

A firm hand gently grasped onto his tricep, bringing him back to the training room with a slight scare, involuntarily tensing his shoulders up while sharply inhaling through the nose. The hold quickly lightened its grip, but it didn't let go just yet.

"Chichi..."

Her voice was delicately soft to his ears, laced with concern and worry with a small frown accompanying them. His body was slowly relaxing just by her presence. It was obvious she had devil's aroma activated on him, but it quickly dissipated the moment she spoke again.

"How about we have a little duel, to ease on with the topic? I can tell that you have a lot more to say than that."

An encouraging smile had warmed back up on her lips, tempting Mikey to go along with her idea. He couldn't help but widen his eyes in shock and blurted out with no thought.

"Wha- seriously?! You, initiating a duel? With me? I thought you never cared for dueling?"

The angel began to bombard the succubus with questions, only for them to be answered with a lighthearted giggle and soft pat on the cheek from Star's unoccupied tail to calm him down.

"Pfft, of course I don't. I'm not that kind of gal. However, I do care a lot when it involves you or Derrick, silly."

After saying so, she reluctantly lets go of Mic's arm and tail before standing up from her spot, stretching her limbs high to ready herself. Mikey couldn't stop the wide grin on his face as a fuzz-like sensation could be felt inside his chest. He wasn't sure if it was his excitement or something else entirely, but he decided that the duel is more important. He'll figure it out later.

Mic immediately jumped to his feet and started jumping and punching like a kangaroo as he waited for the invitation panel to pop up.

"Still, ya sure you want to duel with me? I'm not exactly the best matchup to go against, not to mention.."

He began to derail himself into the statistics of how his partner would be at a disadvantage by playstyle, first-hand experiences, and so on. Stacie didn't take them to heart, only dismissing them with an exaggerated eye roll. In a strange roundabout way, it shows that Mic cared for her to have a fun time.

"So you're saying you don't want to duel with lil ol' me?"

She expressed with a big pout on her lips, her finger dangling above the cancel button on the translucent pink panel beside her. That quickly got Mikey to shut his mouth and wildly waved his hands in protest.

"Wait! No no! I do want to duel! I just thought, well, it might end too fast and that wouldn't be fun for the both of us.."

He nervously began to fidget his spiked bracelets as he desperately tries (and fails) to explain himself. As much as the succubus wanted to tease him more, she decided to send the duel invitation to her beloved angel anyways, causing a light cyan panel similar to hers to pop up next to Mic.

"You're too sweet, Chichi but this isn't about cushioning me right now~ Just think of me as a listening buddy. Of course, I'll still give it my all."

She placed her hands on her hips, poised with a pompous air to her. Mikey reciprocated with a challenging smirk as he accepted the invitation.

"Oh, you know it alright. Wouldn't want it any other way."

He comfortably got into his fighting position as two health bars and mana bars appear above their heads, both sides were still as they wait patiently, staring the other down with competitive glares.

3.

2.

READY?

FIGHT

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It was now the 4th round, with Mikey in the lead with 2 to 1.

He hadn't been able to break a sweat for a while, just one more round and he'll be the winner. Even with Stacie conserving her energy as much as she could, she was having some difficulty in catching her breath. She could even feel her makeup getting slimy from the humidity but her appearance wasn't important right now. She was determined to give a good fight.

As the countdown started again, she couldn't help but giggle a bit. Of course it made Mic shoot an eyebrow up in confusion. If he had to be honest, he had been worried about Stacie after each round passed, always so unsure if she finds the fights fun. For Ares' sake they're both fighters! Why is he constantly worried about her?! Before his brain overthink any further, the round had already started which startled him slightly.

He hastily took note of Star's fast approaching figure, her manicured claws sharp as usual as she goes for an uppercut. He managed to dodge with a slight stumble before recovering it with a windmill move and leg sweeping, to which she gracefully jumped over and began to float in the air as her devil wings popped behind her.

"Hey, Chichi. Do you still remember when we first met that night? When you passed out in my backyard?"

She managed to keep her laugh in this time, placing her hands on her mouth to keep herself composed from bursting into laughter at the memory. This made the weeping angel incredibly red in the face and immediately retaliated it with a high jump kick as a knee jerk reaction, making his own wings pop out as well. Of course, Star easily dodged the predictable attack without much issue.

"I- Of course I do! Fuck! How would I forget doing something so embarrassing-? Uh no, wait why are ya bringing that up now?"

He would try to land a few punches on Star but they ended up getting blocked by her tails. Her expression became unsure, as if her next words might accidentally hurt him.

"It's just, I've been meaning to ask... What happened that time? I still remember how distressed you looked..."

His movements still for only a split second before neutralizing another tail strike by grabbing it and tossed the succubus to hit the wall on the other side of the training room to gain some distance. Discreetly, his microphone stand would slowly manifest behind him to not alert his partner.

"I... That was a long time ago, Star. It's- It's nothing important."

He began to swoop in with one hand in front of him and the other behind his back, readying to strike. However, Stacie only smirked as a small bright sphere appeared between her curved horns, quickly building up to emit a high concentrated energy beam in his direction. As Mikey would dodge, the beam would follow him and gives Stacie some leeway to corner him.

"Maybe, but as your girlfriend and teammate I want to know more about you. You're always so secretive about your family, did you know that?"

As the mic stand fully manifested, it was soon spinning within his hands and would slash the energy beam in two. Except, this gave Stacie an opening to him with a surprise heel kick to the chest. Unable to react in time, it sent him backwards to the wall opposite of Stacie's.

"It's about time we should break some boundaries between us. I know our family species despise each other, and you probably have your own reservations on that too. But hey, no better way to vent than to a demon, right?"

She would give him a playful wink, causing her angel to chuckle involuntarily despite the jolts of pain on his back. He stayed on the wall for a while as Stacie summoned a heart shaped shockwave. As it was about to hit him, he quickly flew to the side and accelerated towards the succubus.

"Alright, I'll take up that offer then"

Although she expected him to be more aggressive, she didn't expect to be fighting against a blur. One moment she was able to get a glimpse of him before immediately losing track of him. It was overwhelming to say the least, she can somewhat relate to how people feel when against her boyfriend now. All Stacie could at the moment now was observe, deflect and dodge until she finds another opening.

"Dad was a having a rough time at work as usual. Being the nosy kid I was, I wanted to help him in some way."

She was able to dodge a few incoming arrow soundwaves, its reverb shaking the room slightly. Using the color of the arrow however, she was likely able to pinpoint Mic's pattern of direction. Using her tails for extra speed, she managed to catch up to his level and strike him with her claws. Mic reciprocates it with a guitar bash.

"He didn't like that I was cleaning up his office, and kicked me out of the house for the night to learn not to mess with other people's stuff."

Soon enough, the two were blitzing everywhere in the room, parrying each other's attacks each time they collide. They would both wind up their attacks once again before striking at the same time, causing the air to be blown away from them.

"Kinda ironic huh?"

Stacie couldn't but help but let out a somber giggle.

"Yea, your dad sounds like a piece of work."

She had to agree, why would a guardian angel of all creatures kick out their child out of their own home? That's basically going against your whole existence. . .unless he's. . .

"Look alive Star!"

As she would bring herself back to reality, it was already too late. His tail coiled around her torso and was soon wrestled to ground, the impact causing her to choke out the oxygen in her lungs as her health bar reached to zero. She can hear the match bell chiming in her head, and the text of 'DEFEAT' in front of her eyes. Despite her current state on floor, she gave a weak smile to the man crouching above her.

"Congrats Chichi, another winning streak to your profile for the championship!"

"Come on, Star! It was training match so it doesn't count, haha!"

The couple was soon in a laughing fit with each other, before Mic placed his forehead on his tired partner's, rubbing them together intimately, at least he thinks so.

"Seriously though, I appreciate the duel we had... I feel a bit better now."

"Of course, hun. Always remember I'm here for you. I love you, so much."

Hearing those three letters together, Mic's cheeks began to grow a blushing red. Despite having heard her or Derrick say those words to him directly in some occasions, it still makes him embarrassed to think he would be loved by anyone. He unconsciously pulled his jacket hood over his head to cover his reddening face.

"Geez, you're so sappy sometimes I swear.."

"Why thank you, Chichi~ I am an expert sapper after all~"

Before they could continue their banter the door had slid open again, alerting the two to the scaley newcomer carrying what looks like a minigun case. He looked around the damaged room incredulously before looking back at his two partners.

"Oi, were you two fucks seriously fighting while I was out? Fuckin hell, Mic."

"Sorry man! Star was inviting me to a duel! How could I say no?"

"Really now? Damn, had been wanting to out this minigun on ya too, but I guess that'll wait."

Mic only pouted in annoyance at that as Derrick walked up to the two to check if Stacie was injured, of course he wouldn't ask something like that out loud. Such a tsundere, the two thought.

"Oh Dee, I'm fine now. Just needed some rest and I'll good as-?!"

She was suddenly picked up bridal style as she was then carried to a steel bench near the door, sitting her up carefully to not give any more injuries than she might already have.

"If you're gonna rest, sit somewhere that's not the floor next time"

He spoke with a muffle to his sentence, his cheeks lightly dusted in pink. His tail claw unconsciously combed through her messy hair, untangling any fringes that have gotten stuck together.

"You too, dumbass"

Mic slightly jumped at being called out all of a sudden whilst getting stared down by the dino. Hesitantly, he quickly rushed to Derrick's side and sat next to him, his tail swaying behind him with uncertainty before he also got picked and was placed on the taller man's lap, his head lazily placed on top of Mic's head and cap. The angel unconsciously dimmed his halo for his partner so he doesn't get partial blindness.

"...did you two have fun at least..?"

And with that, Mic began to ramble on how the fight had played out, exaggerating a few moments here and there for exciting imagery.

Yea, they'll probably be there for a while.

[horrornights55]

Forgot to post this but My welcome home OC Moonlight Deadstar, is finally done ^^, I actually finished her last week, I’ve just t gotten caught up in other things but now she’s here. I unfortunately don’t have many drawings of them as of brown but I will make a few drawings of them interacting with the other characters along with some Oc’s in the future, along with Moonlight elbowing apart of my AU

(legit forgot to draw her house, so I’ll get on that soon TvT)

So to get to know Moonlight a little better, I will tell you a few fun facts about her

Fact 1: They’re about 3 feet tall (around Julie and Sallies height but is a tiny bit shorter then them, she’s a little taller then Wally), Moonlight also uses She/They pronouns

Fact 2: Moonlight is blind in their left eye and has a big scar on it from an accident back when they were younger, she never disclosed what it was and barley ever shows her eye, though sometimes, you can see the scar if they tilt their head in a certain way

Fact 3: Moonlight has a little podcast she holds every night, she usually talks about drawing tips and sometimes gives out tips on how to deal with anxiety or insomnia (it explains why she is always so tired all the time cause she’s up late mostly every night-they don’t regret it though)

Fact 4: Whenever Moonlight is happy,embarrassed or flustered, her hair starts glowing a little and becomes more fluffy looking (her skin also glows in the dark at night since she’s related to the moon in a way)

Fact 5: Has a habit of pulling spooky yet harmless pranks on the other neighbors every October, it’s practically become a tradition for everyone in the neighborhood to host a Halloween prank war every October up until Halloween

(They know something might be going on in the neighborhood, they believe that maybe it’s just their anxiety playing tricks on them or just psyching theirself out)

(Also a announcement about the undead AU: I have changed the name of it to the Spiral AU, the lore has changed a bit and so have the character designs (once I start them) but I have NOT abandoned the AU, just changed it’s name and lore, and so, I will try to start on the spiral AU’s characters designs in the coming future)

Hope you enjoy the little fun facts about Moonlight and have seen the announcement about the spiral AU’s new name, I might make a little video exposing all the fun facts I have for Moonlight and even make a Fun facts video regarding the Spiral AU, until next time, Seeya ^^

Edit: This is REALLY outdated now, Moonlight is gonna get a re-design so some of this old facts are no longer canon to the character (The only facts that are still canon are Moonlights scarred eye, Pronouns & Height)

[beepgreen]

Introduction Post

Look under the cut for all of our information (ex; alter intros, our dni and do interact, theriotypes, ect!)

Name; Beep

Nickname(S); Squeaks, Benjamin

Gender; Trans Masc + Almopronominal

Pronouns; Everything that isn’t she/her

Sexuality; Aroace, Pansexual, and Polyamerous

Age Range; 14-18

Role; Host

Name; Danny

Nickname(S); Dan, Daniel, Phantom

Gender; Trans Masc + Ghost Boy

Pronouns; He/Him + Gho/Ghosts (Anything masculine or ghosty!)

Sexuality; Aroace

Age Range; Ageslider (normally around the hosts age)

Role; Co-Host (?)

Dyslexia; A disorder where words and numbers are hard for me to read, understand, and write. (My own words, do not use as a diagnosis)

Misophonia; A disorder where certain noises (triggers) cause a fight or flight (I forgot the other two) response. (My own words, do not use as a diagnosis, this is also undiagnosed and I do not know how to get a diagnosis)

Anxiety (Social and General); A disorder where things, big, small, or even nonexistent, can cause an ‘irrational’ response. (My own words, do not use as a diagnosis)

Testing for Autism

Testing for Dyscalculia

Questioning Memory Issues/Memory Fog/Something with Memory (idk somethings up with my memory)

Endogenic System + A Tulpa

Age Regressor; Completely and utterly sfw, it is a way for me to cope. 6-10 during regression.

Tulpamancy; The practice of creating a sapient being in your mind. Thomas is our Tulpa. (My own words, do more research before attacking tulpas or creating your own tulpa) (Please do not refer to him as a Imaginary Friend)

Therian; Wolf, Scarlet Macaw (Do your own research)

Otherkin; Watcher (EVO SMP, Hermitcraft), Angel, Questioning Dragon, Questioning Deity (Do your own research)

Fictionkin; Grian, C!Tommyinnit (Would rather not talk about source) (Do your own research)

Do Not Interact;

Anti-Endos/Anti-Tulpa/Anti-Willow/Ect

Proshippers/Darkshippers/Zoophiles/Pedophiles/Any of that stuff

Transmed/Transid/Radquiers/People who fetishise the LGBTQ+ community

Racism/Homophobia/Transphobia/Ableism/Sexism/ “LGB without the T”

Trump Supporters/Wilbur Soot Supporters/Dream Supports/Ect

Abuse Supporters/Abusers

Anybody who believes in basically the same things as Trump

NSFW/Gore Accounts

Anti Age/Pet Regression

(Please Block/Walk Away if you fall under any of these labels, I am a minor and I do not want to deal with these things)

Iffy; (No hate! Just iffy ^^)

Shippers/Multishippers/Shipcourse

Factkin/Factives

Adult Blogs Interacting with us

Donation/Help Blogs (Just feel uncomfortable, I hope that you do get the money/help that you need <3)

Do Interact;

Endos/Tulpas/Willowgenics/Pro-Endos/Tulpas/Willowgenics

Therian/Otherkin/Fictionkin/Objectkin/Conceptkin/Ect

Hellenic Paganism/Wiccans

LGBTQ+

Age Regressors/Pet Regressors

Teachers/Informers

Reality Shifters

Everyone that doesn’t fall under the DNI really :3

Boundaries;

Friend Requests; No!!! (Only friends >:3)

Mutuals; Ehh, I’m bad at socializing back but okay ^^

Venting/Ranting; No thank you! I hope that you find a proper therapist/help! <3

DM; Rather not, my social anxiety will get in the way, but I won’t say no! (Friends = Perfectly fine!)

Touch; Friends only please TvT

Flirting; No, not even friends, best friends, or any of that. Yucky >:C

Compliments; Eh, I won’t know how to react tnt

Nicknames/Petnames; Please ask first!

Idk what else to add, will grow as time goes on :3

Suggestions perfectly fine/wanted!

Accounts;

Discord; lonleyapolo_beep

AO3; https://archiveofourown.org/users/Apollo_Loner (I am not a supporter of what is shown on the pfp)

Art Fight; https://artfight.net/~Beep_Beeper

Character Hub; https://characterhub.com/profile/Beeperston

Unvale; https://unvale.io/BeepTheBeeps

Pronouns Page; https://en.pronouns.page/@beepsnpeeps

Simply Plural; Beep_TheBeeps [Currently under construction! Though please go in our asks first before adding us :3 [just say that its you ^^]]

Other Blogs;

[sock-to-the-third]

The Obelisk Gate

By NK Jemisin

Disclaimer: def mispelled some names, my bad

I love how Alabaster came back. It makes it feel more tied to The Fifth Season, in a … poetic way?

As far as structure goes, The Fifth Season is incredible. As it goes with orogenes vs stills and intergenerational trauma, I connected to The Obelisk Gate more.

Nassun

I can’t get over the difference between Coru and Nassun’s upbringing. Just how it feels like a whole separate universe seeing Nassun talking about Essun.

Essun even did the hand breaking thing!

Like fucking god, I forgot how terrified she must be to just do that. Syen certainly wouldn’t have done that to Coru. I don’t know how to put it into words. I’m just glad that Essun isn’t made out to be evil but Nassun’s feelings about this are portrayed as valid.

It was like she was raised by the facade of a parent when in reality Essun just brought the Fulcrum home and became an instructor.

…

v Jija

Nassun’s love of Jija is so palpable. Her denial after seeing her bro post-incident to trying to find a way to keep Jija as her dad in her mind.

Also, it just makes me wonder with Jija’s portrayal if this is how some people keep the cognitive dissonance in their mind thinking they’re doing good while also doing that…

It’s also really heart-breaking at the end when Nassun has to break off her relationship with her father. She tried so hard. Also just the way that her father not accepting her and her brother is largely what lead her to having to kill in self-defense and take this path.

I can’t remember the quote but Schaffa described Jija as someone who was like an acid or hyperreactive— that there wasn’t a safe way to be around him.

And damn did she try. She fawned over him and did everything to manipulate the situation where they could be in the same room but he was so set in those ways. It’s almost like Father Earth had a hold of him, except unlike Schafa, he didn’t try to fight it.

…

Essun

I want to talk exclusively about Essun first but since all the things I want to talk about are mostly relating to her relationship with other characters GAH! Okay, so.. I really liked how she uncovered how to sess out the magic in the Earth with Ykka’s help.

It’s this magical (heh) scene that I honestly should’ve saved a quote from. The way even the descriptive text seems to hold it’s breath as she realizes the white stringy things are everywhere.

Also, I originally sought out The Fifth Season researching DID and I completely forgot until now. Some of the interludes plus Essun being in the 2nd person solidify it. It’s not like other portrayals I’ve seen like Set a House in Order (pretty sure written by a neurotypical) and When Rabbit Howls (story-style autobiographical).

It’s like someone else speaks to Essun and other times sort of the audience? It’s sweet and idk, I liked it.

v Ykka

I know she’s not Ykka’s time but I totally shift it. Plus I love how Ykka’s feral orogeny gives her such a different perspective on the Earth and how it moves, more practical. It shifts Essun’s whole perspective on what a “feral” could be and it’s so adorable and I love the character development.

v Alabaster

TvT They’re such a great QPR. Like fuck Alabaster for triggering a season but him dying sucked ass. It made sense narratively but man, the feels.

Also lol, him being like “fuck teaching the kids” was hilarious when Essun is like “have you ever taught someone?” And then I’m like “Essun, you are a jackass to the kids. Terrifying students does not equal great teacher.”

I would not change that section. Just found my reactio amusing.

v Hoa

Hoa is laying it on, damn! Glad he got the grown up bod before doing that lol.

…

Schaffa

I kinda like Schaffa, on the other hand, god he somehow terrifies me more now that he can resist the Core Stone thing with how he still is on a genocide spree with that satellite Fulcrum.

Also, idk why but it still surprises me the Artic Fulcrum had no guardian but still kept breaking the hands of grits. Like… I know Essun got messed up but with a whole group of orogenes, you’d think they would want to upend it? Idk, it makes sense but it just makes me sad is all.

…

On the bright side, I was able to read the book in under a week without dissassociating which made for alot more pleasant read. I love The Fifth Season but between… everything, that was a hard af read. A good read but hard. This one’s more so sad.

I don’t know how to express how much I liked it. I want to say love like.. idk, feeling strong emotions can be weird? Idk fuck it, I loved it.

Prev: The Fifth Season

Sequel: [forgot the name]

[ficsforeren]

spoilers for TLS

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MISS KANAAA will it be alright to ask husband! and dad! armin hcs since in TLS, after eren....died TvT,..(y/n) moved on and married Armin (I saw in one anon)?? its very okay if no though!!

OMGGGGG DAD ARMIN WOULD BE SO CUTE!!!! Like he would be so caring and so attentive and soooo supportive at every little thing his children/wife do.

I forgot what my answer was in that ask i did for dad min, so let's start over and make this one official.

if YN got married to Armin, they're gonna have 2 children of their own: two boys with blonde hair but they'll have YN's eyes. they're twins.

The first one is Holden (cause I think Armin would name him after a character from one of his favorite books: The Catcher in The Rye) and the next one is Riley (yn gave him his name, which means "courageous")

though irene looks very different compared to his sons (cause irene is a spitting image of eren, brown hair and green eyes), Armin loves her just as much as he loves his boys.

irene, who is seven years older than them, love her baby brothers so much. yn has a weak body after she gave birth to the twins (she's not dying or anything, she just needs some time to recover) so Armin was in charge of nursing his kids for most of the time. he could leave everything to sasha (his servant), of course, but he wanted to get involved as much and as often as possible. Irene liked to tag along, and she would have Riley sitting on her lap (riley is her favorite one cause he has chubbier cheeks) while armin would hold Holden close to him as he read them stories.

armin would be such an amazing, passionate teacher to his kids too. he would create a cute library for the kids with shorter shelves where they would spend hours just reading and reading and reading together.

sometimes armin would play the piano together with Irene, and yn would have her two boys sitting on each knee, listening to them. whenever irene hit the wrong key/messed up the song, armin would give this little laugh and he would pat her head and say, "You know what? I think we should just play a little recklessly this time, what do you think?" and they started performing the same song but they were like slamming their fingers on the keys, just letting themselves go and not caring about playing it perfectly. they just focused on having fun.

[your-average-genshin-enjoyer]

- A f t e r m a t h of a f u n e r a l f l o w e r -

CHARACTERS: Zhongli x Fem reader

WARNINGS: May be OOC, my first time writing zhongli TvT

a/n: I originally meant to write this for @deus-lapidis only but my blog is dying so I ended up posting it here too :')

go check @deus-lapidis tho they have some good contents there :D

It all started when Hu tao asked you to pick some Qingxin flowers for a client's funeral. Although the journey was definitely tiring, it all seems worth it until it suddenly starts to rain heavily and got you all drenched and soaking wet all the way home.

And here you are now. All frail in bed with a runny nose, blurry eyes from tears, a hazy head and a scorching heat washing over your body as another cough wreaks a sting of pain on your dry throat.

You're sense was so hazy and weak you failed to notice Zhongli knocking on your door, you only noticed him after he enters the room and called your name.

"Y/n, dear? How are you feeling right now?" Zhongli asked, only receiving a subtle nod from you. He holds his hand out to your forehead to check your temperature, a satisfied hum then emitted from his closed mouth.

"Your temperature does seem to lower than before, that's good to know. Do you need anything dear?" Zhongli asked while helping you to sit up.

"C-Can you get me a *cough* g-glass of water?" You asked in between coughs that only makes your throat stings more.

Zhongli nods and goes to get the water immediately and give it to you gently so that the water won't spill on you.

"Would you like for me to make you some soup?" Zhongli offered after a few minutes of silence just sitting on your bed, waiting

"N-No need Li, I'm ok. Just need a bit of rest for now, don't bother to make one." You said while falling back onto the soft pillow on the bed.

"Ah, I see. Well then, rest well dear." Zhongli kissed your forehead with one hand caressing your head as he leave the room and waited for you to sleep, then start making his Slow cooked bamboo shoot soup carefully as to not wake you up from your sleep.

. . .

- Zhongli's pov -

"Now, the food is ready. Only need to take care of the tea." I mumbled in my mind while heating up some water on the stove. But then a sudden sound of Y/n whimpering has me bolting onto her room in concern, only to see her in bed covered in cold sweat and her eyebrows and nose scrunched up.

"Seems like it's just a nightmare." I said to myself, going to the kitchen to get a dry and soaked napkin for Y/n. I carefully put the wet napkin on her forehead, and then use the dry napkin to wipe the drops of sweats on her head or neck.

"Li. . . N-No don't hit Hu tao with your meteor. . ." Y/n mumbled incoherently on her sleep while shuffling in her bed. What she just said manage to catch me off guard for a second since I never did that to Hu tao, but remembering how sometimes Hu tao and I had our fair share of arguments, it start to make a little sense.

"No I won't hit her dear." I whispered, removing a strand of hair on Y/n's face. Only for them to wake up with a hazy stare on her eyes, as she registered what just happened and their surroundings.

"I made some bamboo shoot soup dear, would you like to eat now?" I offered. Y/n's face suddenly turns into a pout, her cheeks slightly puffing out with an upset look on her face that was a little subtle due to her frail condition.

"Li didn't I told you to not bother to make a meal? Aren't you tired from finishing some errands from the traveler?" Y/n complained, hands holding my sleeve with a slight tug as if demanding explanation.

"I'm not dear, don't worry. Oh wait I forgot about the tea, hold on a second." I said, remembering the boiling water which makes me half run to the kitchen and turning off the stove. I brewed two cups of tea and brings it to Y/n for both of us to drink.

"Would you like to eat, rest or drink tea first?" I asked.

"I'll eat first." Y/n replied, a sudden rumble from her stomach broke the silence we we're in which made both of us chuckle.

I bring the soup to Y/n's room and we both start eating while occasionally feeding each other. A giggle sometimes escape both of our mouth when one of us has soup on our chin. After we we're done, I place the dishes in the sink and went back to see Y/n fumbling with her clothes' sleeves.

"Li, c-can I sit on your lap?" Y/n stuttered, her face was red but I don't know if it was from embarrassment or because of the fever she's having.

"Sure dear, let me settle in your bed for a second." I said, sitting down onto her soft bed, patting my lap as a gesture for her to sit which she reciprocated happily with no hesitation. She sits on my lap with the 2 cups of tea on her hands, she hands me mine as I hug her closer with one arm. We drink our tea in a peaceful silence for a few minutes

"Would you like to hear some stories dear?" I asked, in offer of helping her sleep.

"Sure! Ooh can you tell me about Azdaha? Last time you tried to tell me that, it was cut off by a client's arrival so I haven't heard the ending." Y/n asked, her delicate hand holds the cup of tea while the other one is holding my hand on her waist.

"Oh that one, Hahahh I almost forgot about that. Now, I'll begin the story." I said, Y/n's head nuzzled further onto my chest as I start to tell the story.

"The tale begins about a rock named Azdaha. . ."

[deus-lapidis]

Hi there ^^ So I see your recent post abt you getting covid, and I decided to write this fic in hopes it could atleast remove your boredom for a while :D

I may post this fic on my blog but I'll send it to you first before posting it to the blog, this is my first time writing Zhongli so I'm so sorry if it's too ooc or bad qwq

(Also sorry if you don't like it, but in here reader call zhongli as "Li" in short)

Sorry if it sucks in any way I just recently got out of writers block and I wrote this before going to bed so it's messy af TvT

༼ つ🍮 ◕ v ◕ ༽つ🍵

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- A F T E R M A T H O F A F U N E R A L F L O W E R S P R E E -

It all started when Hu tao asked you to pick some Qingxin flowers for a client's funeral. Although the journey was definitely tiring, it all seems worth it until it suddenly starts to rain heavily and got you all drenched and soaking wet all the way home.

And here you are now. All frail in bed with a runny nose, blurry eyes from tears, a hazy head and a scorching heat washing over your body as another cough wreaks a sting of pain on your dry throat.

You're sense was so hazy and weak you failed to notice Zhongli knocking on your door, you only noticed him after he enters the room and called your name.

"Y/n, dear? How are you feeling right now?" Zhongli asked, only receiving a subtle nod from you. He holds his hand out to your forehead to check your temperature, a satisfied hum then emitted from his closed mouth.

"Your temperature does seem to lower than before, that's good to know. Do you need anything dear?" Zhongli asked while helping you to sit up.

"C-Can you get me a *cough* g-glass of water?" You asked in between coughs that only makes your throat stings more.

Zhongli nods and goes to get the water immediately and give it to you gently so that the water won't spill on you.

"Would you like for me to make you some soup?" Zhongli offered after a few minutes of silence just sitting on your bed, waiting

"N-No need Li, I'm ok. Just need a bit of rest for now, don't bother to make one." You said while falling back onto the soft pillow on the bed.

"Ah, I see. Well then, rest well dear." Zhongli kissed your forehead with one hand caressing your head as he leave the room and waited for you to sleep, then start making his Slow cooked bamboo shoot soup carefully as to not wake you up from your sleep.

. . .

- Zhongli's pov -

"Now, the food is ready. Only need to take care of the tea." I mumbled in my mind while heating up some water on the stove. But then a sudden sound of Y/n whimpering has me bolting onto her room in concern, only to see her in bed covered in cold sweat and her eyebrows and nose scrunched up.

"Seems like it's just a nightmare." I said to myself, going to the kitchen to get a dry and soaked napkin for Y/n. I carefully put the wet napkin on her forehead, and then use the dry napkin to wipe the drops of sweats on her head or neck.

"Li. . . N-No don't hit Hu tao with your meteor. . ." Y/n mumbled incoherently on her sleep while shuffling in her bed. What she just said manage to catch me off guard for a second since I never did that to Hu tao, but remembering how sometimes Hu tao and I had our fair share of arguments, it start to make a little sense.

"No I won't hit her dear." I whispered, removing a strand of hair on Y/n's face. Only for them to wake up with a hazy stare on her eyes, as she registered what just happened and their surroundings.

"I made some bamboo shoot soup dear, would you like to eat now?" I offered. Y/n's face suddenly turns into a pout, her cheeks slightly puffing out with an upset look on her face that was a little subtle due to her frail condition.

"Li didn't I told you to not bother to make a meal? Aren't you tired from finishing some errands from the traveler?" Y/n complained, hands holding my sleeve with a slight tug as if demanding explanation.

"I'm not dear, don't worry. Oh wait I forgot about the tea, hold on a second." I said, remembering the boiling water which makes me half run to the kitchen and turning off the stove. I brewed two cups of tea and brings it to Y/n for both of us to drink.

"Would you like to eat, rest or drink tea first?" I asked.

"I'll eat first." Y/n replied, a sudden rumble from her stomach broke the silence we we're in which made both of us chuckle.

I bring the soup to Y/n's room and we both start eating while occasionally feeding each other. A giggle sometimes escape both of our mouth when one of us has soup on our chin. After we we're done, I place the dishes in the sink and went back to see Y/n fumbling with her clothes' sleeves.

"Li, c-can I sit on your lap?" Y/n stuttered, her face was red but I don't know if it was from embarrassment or because of the fever she's having.

"Sure dear, let me settle in your bed for a second." I said, sitting down onto her soft bed, patting my lap as a gesture for her to sit which she reciprocated happily with no hesitation. She sits on my lap with the 2 cups of tea on her hands, she hands me mine as I hug her closer with one arm. We drink our tea in a peaceful silence for a few minutes

"Would you like to hear some stories dear?" I asked, in offer of helping her sleep.

"Sure! Ooh can you tell me about Azdaha? Last time you tried to tell me that, it was cut off by a client's arrival so I haven't heard the ending." Y/n asked, her delicate hand holds the cup of tea while the other one is holding my hand on her waist.

"Oh that one, Hahahh I almost forgot about that. Now, I'll begin the story." I said, Y/n's head nuzzled further onto my chest as I start to tell the story.

"The tale begins about an ancient rock dragon named Azdaha. . ."

YOU WROTE THIS FOR ME??

Thank you

I don’t know what else to say except for thank you, it’s adorable :((( <33

[blankcreator]

I made a rottmnt persona because i wanted to try a challenge that was made by MANGOcat.

When you have a comic to finish but you want to do other drawings:

Her name is daxi!

She is a red titi monkey and she works as a story writer that always needs some insparation, her friend clem (a.k.a the goat from episode 3 ) gave her a mystic pen that can turn anything to a hologram from a story, but she doesn't know how to use it so well and that how she ends up meeting the turtles in season 1 maby :l

She doesn't really fight but can atleast defeat normal skilled fighters, she can make her pen to a spear but doesn't use the spear to often. she even asked clem why he gave her this and he said it was just a thing that was lying around and what better use then just give it to daxi so yeah.

The bat librarion is also her friend, they hang out sometimes but not like clem.

So yeah, meet my monkey gurl 🌘👄🌒👍

(I will probably post more fandoms, idk, i cant even control one TvT)

Edited:

I forgot about the weapon lol

I still write like a child 👍

Edit once again:

I decided she wasn't a writer but a story teller for kids and works at the library where the bat librarion was. It would make more sense for her mystic weapon so yeah-

Also inspired by: @ashwii rottmnt oc nyx and @snailsnaps rottmnt oc liam, there so freaking awesome!

[scummy-writes]

I know this is kind of weird but my birthday is the 10th and I know I wouldn’t tell the suitors about my birthday unless they asked so I wonder how they would react if they found out by MCs ID or something from the future, with Leonardo, Comte, and Arthur?

Oooh, happy early birthday! Ah but that’s not too weird, sometimes I forget about my birthday and don’t think to mention it to folks. I hope you don’t mind me switching up the reasoning of Why mc doesn’t mention it between suitors?

Comte

Comte finds out...Via Sebastian. Specifically, when he’s asking Comte what flavors you seemed to enjoy the most. After a small discussion of the topic, Comte decides to ask why Sebastian was curious.

“Ah, her birthday is soon, is it not? I was trying to prepare…”

At the look on Comte’s face, Sebastian trials off, connecting the dots and realizing that he was unaware.

After Sebastian quickly excuses himself with a chore Comte is Very Aware he has already done, Comte seeks you out.

Finding you putting away books in the library, he gently calls out your name once he’s sure the two of you are alone, returning your smile with one that is, a bit strained.

“Sebastian told me your birthday was soon and…”

Oooh… Your flustered expression says a lot, especially as you rub the back of your neck while searching for words.

“Comte...I love you a lot, but, I...Was a bit worried you’d go overboard.”

Overboard?

“Ah, well...I love all the gifts you give me, very much! But, I’m a bit worried about my closet space, and I’m more of a ‘quiet celebration’ type of person…”

Perhaps….He did go a bit overboard. With the admission from him, the both of you chuckled.

“I’ll keep in mind your wishes, Mc.” In fact, he was already brainstorming a few ‘quiet’ celebrations he could set up. “I can’t promise the others will be as mindful, however. Sebastian seemed to be planning something of his own.”

“That’s funny, because I don’t really...Remember telling him when my birthday was.”

...Hm.

Arthur

He’s the one who finds out via ‘old’ Id.

Not on purpose, mind you! He was simply trying to be helpful and fetch something you meant to grab out of your desk for you.

But in the same drawer was your ID, and to be frank, he was immediately curious and looked over it without much of a second thought once he saw your photo.

When he spotted what was clearly your date of birth, he frowned, especially seeing how close it was.

Had you mentioned it in passing to him, and he had just forgot? No, he wouldn’t dare forget that and ruin the special day for you. So, what happened?

When he meets back up with you at the carriage, handing over the journal you were missing with the grocery list inside, he carefully brings up the subject of your birthday along the ride.

You fidget with a small blush staining your cheeks, stumbling out that it simply never came up in conversation, so you hadn’t mentioned it to anyone.

Well, at least he wasn’t the only one left out in this, but.

“I want to know these things about you, luv. Don’t be afraid to mention these things, alright?”

As you quietly agree, taking his hand in yours, Arthur decides to work on ways to (gently) get you to open up about yourself more.

...while also keeping tabs on what catches your eye as you walk through the shops in town.

Sorry that it's just Comte and Arthur TvT I've been trying to think of how Leo would act since you sent this in, but all I can imagine is him straight up asking randomly, and ruffling your hair with a plan for celebration.

Thanks for sendin something in though! I hope your birthday is fun!!! Sorry if this was a bit bland!

Masterlist | Ikevamp/Ikepri Server

[simpingforthisonedeer]

Chapter 6: Lips to the Pulse

Summary: Aika really forgot she isn't supposed to fall in love and get attached but does exactly that and breaks our favourite himbo's heart.

Notes: First of all, hi! It's been a while! sorryyy but this chapter is 7707 words long so I think i made up for it! This chapter also has actual smut! 🤺SO MINORS🤺STAY BACK🤺 I will post 2-4k every friday from now on but since its christmas next friday, i'll either post on the 23rd or the 26th 

If you are a mutual of mine that reads this fic, it's on sight for you hoes if you don't even comment a rating😤 like even a -10/10 is appreciated TvT

“What?” Julius shook his head and gathered his wits.

“Wait, so you can commune with the dead? I mean yes, you can but it’s a forbidden spell. You have no weg though?” His eyes lit up with a revelation. “Could Time Magic be considered otherworldly magic? Because that is the only way you can avoid getting weg.”

“That’s what I thought too,” Aika agreed as she led him to the living room. “but I still get weg but I don’t need a talisman or a seal to conceal it. Time is a concept that otherworldly realms also have except the realm of the Gods, so I would assume it could be considered otherworldly.”

“But just because it exists in other realms doesn’t mean it’s considered otherworldly. Plants exist in other realms, but they’re not otherworldly. Do we know what was the first realm ever created?”

Aika stifled a sigh as Julius took off his boots as he sat next to her on the sofa.

“He sure likes to edge himself,” she thought wryly as she fetched the fluffy blanket on the armchair and threw it over their laps as they planted their feet on the coffee table in front of them.

“‘The realm of the Devils was the first to be created in order to obscure the light of Gods and bring about reality.’ It’s one of the first things you learn about otherworldly magic,” she explained as she moved closer to his side.

“Well, time would’ve existed first in the Devil’s realm then…You think I could use weg magic too if Time Magic really is otherworldly?”

“Julius! Don’t even think about it! Trying to do weg magic without a teacher is quite dangerous.”

“Hehe, I got a teacher right here,” he quipped as he shifted around feet in a futile attempt to move the blanket comfortably under his feet. Aika jumped when his cold feet touched her ankle. 

“Woah, didn’t you just take your feet out of your boots?”

He rubbed the back of his head with an embarrassed smile.

“Haha, yeah. I’m always cold.”

“Well, it explains why you wear so many layers,” she grumbled as she shifted the blanket to cover his feet. She lit up when an idea struck her. 

“Here,” she spread her arms. “I’m warmer.”

Julius stared at her, his mouth open in small “O” before his eyes crinkled at the corners and he let out an amused laugh.

Aika knew she was done for when her heart danced to the sound of his laughter. She controlled her breathing and prayed that he heard nothing as he burrowed into her arms. He wrapped his arms around her waist and threw his legs over her thighs and she instinctively hugged him closer and huffed at how tactile he was.

“Thank you!” He looked up at Aika through his lashes, making her catch her breath. “Would you still teach me how to do weg magic?” He asked softly.

She melted under his gaze and pressed her cheek to his hair.

“Why do you want to learn? Do you want to talk to someone in the After?” Then she remembered. “Do you want to talk to your mother?”

Julius stiffened in her arms and she immediately backtracked “Sorry, I didn’t mean—”

“Yes…” He admitted hesitantly. “She vanished the night I was born…” 

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about. My stepmother, my mom, raised me with love and I’m grateful for her, but I’m just curious about my real mother. She vanished the night I was born. I just sometimes wonder who she was, what happened to her…” His father had always cursed his mother’s name and barely looked at Julius because of how much he reminded him of her. It was a good thing his stepmother came along and raised him as if he were her own.

He yawned and nuzzled against her collarbone. She shivered at the tender gesture and pressed a kiss to his hairline as he giggled.

“I guess you would be,” Aika said understandingly. “I was curious about my own mother too.” Julius looked up at her in interest. “I was adopted. The men who found me, well, they found me next to my mother’s body.”

He winced in sympathy and hugged her tightly.

“It’s alright. I didn’t know her but I tried contacting her in the After but...She kept blocking the connection for some reason…” Aika looked down at him as she smoothed his hair. 

Once upon a time, that rejection hurt, but she’s over it now. The men who found Aika found her freshly born, barely cleaned and the umbilical cord still uncut, lying in a misshapen basket next to her mother’s cooling body, whose throat was slit with a knife that was loosely held in the corpse’s hand. Something obviously happened to her and she didn’t want to talk.

“I can help contact your mother if she’s truly dead. You don’t have to do forbidden rituals,” she promised as she chased the dark thoughts away. While she didn’t remember anything about it, the story that they told her still haunted her.

Julius sat up as he pulled away and looked at her intently. His face was neutral but his eyes were searching. Aika grew nervous with the long silence.

Finally his eyes settled on her hairline as he asked, “Can you show me your weg?” A sharp sort of rejection zapped through her when he ignored her offer. She turned away, miffed. Of course she wasn’t going to show him her weg. Bringing it out meant having negative emotions at the forefront of her mind.

“That’s a very personal thing, Julius,” she grumbled to alleviate the seriousness welling up in her. He smiled with a huff. It would be a long while before they gained each other’s trust and Julius was a patient man. While it would be amazing to see what weg looks like first-hand, she wasn’t comfortable with it and that was okay. He can wait.

“There is another reason why I can’t teach you weg magic,” she began as she leaned on the armrest. “To use weg magic, you often need to channel and control your negative emotions to make it work, unfortunately. And the thing is,” Aika turned to him with a dark look. “I don’t sense much from you,” her eyes flickered down to his lap “except maybe frustration.”

Julius resisted the urge to sigh. There was no need for them to get so somber but it can’t be helped in the direction this conversation was going. He had asked her a lot of questions and made her reveal a lot about herself, but he said next to nothing about himself. That had to change if he needed her to trust him.

“You sensed right,” Julius confessed. “I am frustrated, but not in the way you think I am,” he stared melancholically at the faded crescent shaped scars in the palm of his hand. “I am frustrated by the way the elite think of other people, the way they get to control this kingdom to fit their selfish needs, the way they lack any compassion for people who are suffering. It may not seem personal but I’ve made it my duty to correct this kind of thinking.”

“See, that’s honorable and only frustration. Is there a memory or anything driving it? Like a traumatic event?”

Julius remembered Zara and his shining smile and how he was cut down by his own squadmates out of jealousy. He looked at his hand with a shaky breath.

“Yes.”

“Okay...Are you frustrated to the point of anger?”

“Yes.”

“Angry enough to kill?”

He remembered thanking the rain for hiding his tears as he laid the flowers over Zara’s grave. He remembered holding back from disintegrating the Purple Orca Knights where they stood as they celebrated Zara’s death. He thought of Zora, Zara’s son, and how bitter he turned out.

Julius turned to her with deadened eyes.

“Yes.”

Aika slackened as she sighed.

“That’s what I was afraid of,” she admitted as she cupped his cheek. “You’re a beautiful human being,” she whispered as she brushed his lashes with her thumb. He flushed under her gaze. “Killing is part of your job but it’s not driven by blind rage. Even righteous anger can be exploited by this magic. Weg will only encourage these negative emotions to fester and grow. I will not allow that to happen to someone I lo—”

She paused and desperately flipped through her mental dictionary. She hated that word.

“Someone I like.” There. That was better. She gave herself a mental pat on the back. While that was a good save, she quickly needed to change the subject or this was going to get awkward real fast. 

“But I will help you in any way you need. You want a Clover Kingdom with no discrimination? I’ve got many ideas!” She pulled a small notebook and fountain pen out of nowhere. It might’ve been a little extra but too late. “Let’s start with education, what is taught in etiquette for noble children, and the rest of the kingdom, what kind of attitudes we are encouraging. Then we’ll move on to deliberate economic oppression and think about policy changes. Let’s see how we can convince people in power to be more empathetic and just. A lot of things can change if we change the way this country thinks. I heard the Kira prodigy was going to become the new chairman soon. I think we can start there...”

Julius parted his lips in shock as he stared at her with dazzled eyes. Aika continued listing off ideas as she scribbled them in her notebook, completely unaware of the awestruck man next to her. 

He tackled her into a hug and wrapped himself around her again and moved her arm around his shoulder, encouraging her to hold him close. Julius didn’t know how to explain how grateful he was so he chose to show it instead.

Her book and pen slipped out of her hand as she hugged him back. Since Aika was already leaning on the armrest, he turned her completely to the side so he could lay half on top of her. 

Julius worried for a moment that he was being too forward but she wound her fingers through his hair and allowed him to rest his head on top of her pillowy chest. Aika readily wrapped her legs around his torso as she sighed contentedly.

“Thank you,” he whispered at last. “No one believes that this kingdom could change.”

Aika resisted the urge to snort. “Any state can change with a revolution.” He looked up at her mischievously. She brushed his cheek with the back of her hand with a barely suppressed smile. “Your not-so-little dream is a revolution and you’re lucky I can’t resist one.”

They grinned at each other before making themselves comfortable again. Julius reveled in the warmth of her embrace and shivered pleasantly when she wrapped the blanket around his shoulders. She gently began massaging his head and he felt like melting. 

A grin spread across his face when he realized that for the first time in his life, he didn’t feel any excitement tinged with lust, but rather excited to know that someone is ready to accept him, whether it was his touch, ideas, or his childish nature, someone who was ready to be a part of a bloodless revolution.

Julius turned his head and rested his chin lightly against her breastbone. Aika was already looking down at him with an affectionate look and he smiled back.

“Are you actually going to help me change this kingdom?”

“Of course. Why would I lie about such a thing?”

“I’m just making sure.”

He buried his face in her chest with a giddy smile.

“You’re a beautiful human being too.”

She scoffed lightly.

“Every part of that sentence is highly debatable.”

He giggled as he crawled up to her eye level. “No, I mean it,” he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You are stunning. ”

Aika blushed fiercely.

“No, I’m not!”

“ And a human being too,” he continued as he peppered her face with kisses. “Absolutely kind, ferocious, wickedly smart.”

She slid down the armrest as she resisted the urge to hide her face.

“Stop it…” 

He nuzzled her cheek with his nose. She looked so delectable under him.

“Can I kiss you?”

Aika turned and pressed her lips to his in unspoken permission. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and groaned at the delicious way they slid against each other.

“Let me touch you,” he whispered hoarsely against her lips.

“ Please, ” Aika gasped as cold fingers slid underneath her sweater. Julius rubbed circles into her sides before he raked his nails up, making her shudder. She wound her fingers tighter around his short hair and kissed harder as she willed her Mana Hands to explore him.

He let out a surprised moan as he pressed his forehead against hers. She ran her hands down his back and hooked her fingers into his belt and pulled him closer as she wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing him closer to her aching core.

Julius hissed in pleasure as he rut into her and moaned as nails raked down his most sensitive areas. She quickly undid the belt holding his outer tunic together and helped him shrug off the vest and ran her fingers under his shirt. She explored his toned stomach with a pleased hum as he ground into her desperately. 

“ So needy, ” she whispered teasingly in his ear and gasped in surprise when his clothed length rubbed perfectly against her clit.

He groaned in reply and slowed down and pulled back to look down at her. Aika thoroughly enjoyed the image in front of her. Julius with his shirt hiked up, displaying a fit body, his lips red and hair all mussed up as he rolled his hips like an erotic dancer.

She teasingly ran a nail up the valley of his abs and he retaliated by pushing her shirt up past her bra. She watched with a pleased smile as he licked his lips at the sight before him. She wore a black, silk bra that barely hid the erect nipples standing at attention. He ran his hands up and squeezed her breasts lightly and pinched her nipples through the bra, smiling mischievously as he did. He noticed the clasp at the front and looked at her permissively. She nodded and let him undo it. As the silk fell, his jaw fell with it.

“Holy shit,” she heard him whisper as she cupped her tits with a wink.

Julius eagerly ducked his head as he covered her hands with his and licked a long stripe across her erect nipple and latched onto it greedily, sucking as he did. She arched into his mouth with a loud moan, glad that he was finally giving attention to her as well.

He switched to the other nipple, making sure that they both were completely erect before he pulled back to look at her with a dark look.

Aika squirmed under his gaze as her hand slowly inched towards her neglected clit. He observed voyeuristically as her hand disappeared under her skirt and cupped her mound. Julius locked eyes with Aika for an electric moment before she threw her head back as she pleased herself.

He watched for a few moments as she let out gaspy moans before he pulled her hand out and bit his lip at the sight of her glistening fingers. He took one lick of her fingers and groaned at the taste.

“Want to taste more?” Aika asked lowly as she spread her legs wider. He nodded as his nostrils flared at the smell of her arousal. She pulled Julius in for a featherlight kiss and touched his lips with her wet fingers and watched as he took them then into his mouth and sucked on them.

“Oh, you like using your mouth?” He nodded. She tightened her hold in his hair as he hissed and pulled him up for a sloppy kiss, a mash of tongue, teeth and lips.

“If you like using your mouth so much, how about you put it to a better use?” Aika growled as she guided his head down her body.

She hiked up her skirt and Julius’ breath hitched at the sight of her wet lace panties and the dagger strapped to her right thigh. He was completely pressed up against her just a few moments ago. How in the world did he miss that? 

Before he could speak, she unbuckled it with practiced ease and threw it to the side. He could ask more questions later, but for now, he focused on the meal before him.

Julius quickly helped her out of the panties and stared at her glistening folds in fascination before he lapped up the juices at her entrance. Aika muffled a cry at the sudden sensations and the feel of his lips and tongue all at once. She was suddenly, gloriously alive, every fibre of her being seemingly electrified in an instant. She revelled in the hot currents of desire coiling through her core, as every muscle tightened, waiting for the trigger that would release her.

He then moved up and covered her clit with his mouth and suckled on it. He rolled it in circles, delighting in the noises pouring out from her mouth, before an idea struck him.

He held her hips down with his hands, languorously stroking her clit with his tongue before speeding his movements with a touch of his Time Magic. Aika bit back a scream and let out a litany of curses as she bucked and squirmed into his mouth. Her legs twitched as a delicious kind of pressure built up in her core. She fisted her fingers in his hair, eliciting a moan from Julius and sending vibrations through her body.

She looked down at the sight between her splayed legs and it was the last straw for her. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, his lips wet as his tongue flicked her clit in a near blur. She arched into his mouth with a loud groan as her orgasm crashed over her in an explosion of ecstasy; but Julius kept going on.

“Wait, that’s enough. Julius, please!”

He slowed down and let go of her clit with a pop. He looked up at her with a wolfish grin, satisfied with the mess he made of her. Her eyes were glazed over from, her baby hair was stuck to her forehead as she breathed heavily through parted lips. 

Julius rested his head against her thigh and stared at her with a small smile as she came down from her high.

Aika sat up slowly and brought him up for a kiss, tasting herself on his tongue. She pulled her sweater over her head and began kissing along his jaw as she whispered praises.

“Gods, you were so good, you know that? Used your mouth like it was made to eat pussy.” Julius groaned at her words. “You were such a good boy. Good boys like you deserve a reward, right?” He nodded eagerly as her hand inched down his chest.

“Please,” he whined as her hand curled around the inside of his thigh, not quite touching him. She slid off the sofa and kneeled between his legs as she grinned mischievously at him, but inside she was drooling at the thought of finally having his cock in her mouth. He stared at her, wide-eyed as he breathed harder in anticipation.

Aika looked between his impressive bulge and his darkened eyes.

“Can I?” She asked as her hands slid up his legs, feeling the muscles flex under her touch.

“Please,” he whispered again.

She stopped teasing him, getting impatient herself, and unbuttoned his pants and slid his boxers down. Aika’s jaw dropped as his stiff cock sprung up. It was freaking massive. The head was turning a dark shade of purple from being neglected for so long and veins covered his length. It was as long as her head and thick enough to stretch her lips over her limits. It looked delicious.

She mindlessly helped him out of his pants and then looked up at him to make sure he was doing okay. His face was flushed a deeper red than before, waiting patiently for her next move. 

“Please, Aika,” Julius humped at the air in front of her. “Please, I can’t take it anymore.”

Aika grew dizzy at the way he begged. She felt as if she was kneeling at the altar between his legs, praying up to the idol that lay in the middle. She was caught by the sudden urge to worship, to praise every inch of his skin. A bead of pre-cum gathered at the tip of his cock and all her restraint left.

Lush lips closed over the head of his cock and Aika sucked and sucked, moaning at the taste. Julius let out an incoherent yell as his hands flew to her head. He quite literally saw stars. It was an effort to hold back, to not thrust deeply in the hot cavern of her mouth as waves of pleasure enveloped him. 

“Fuck!”

She bobbed her head down as far as she could as one hand played with his taunt balls. Tears gathered at her lashes as the tip hit the back of her throat every single thrust.

Aika pulled back and sucked the tip harder as she swiped her tongue around the slit. She used her warm hands to pump his length as her Mana Hands roamed his body, playing with his sensitive nipples, wringing his head back by pulling his hair.

Julius did not hold back with his words. All kinds of praises rolled off of his tongue as he lightly thrust into her mouth.

“Fuck, you look so hot with your lips around me. Ah-you use your tongue so well. Mmm, just like that,” he groaned.

 Aika moaned when he twitched in her mouth. She understood that he was close, so she stretched her jaw wide, swiftly pressed forward and wrapped her lips around the base of cock as he came, whispering her name. Her eyes rolled back into her head as his thick load hit the back of her throat. 

She swallowed thickly and pulled back with a sigh and held his softening dick in one hand as she pressed featherlight kisses to the head.

“Are you okay?” Julius asked softly as he brushed the hair out of her face. Aika smiled as she continued kissing lightly down his length.

“I’m more than okay,” she murmured cheekily, nuzzling the downy hair at the base. She quickly climbed into his lap and straddled him while avoiding pressing down. She hugged him tight and buried her face in his neck.

“I liked choking on your dick,” she giggled.

“Hey!” He exclaimed as her words sent a thrill down his spine. “I can’t do a second round yet!”

In the end, they were both too tired for a second round. They had quite an eventful day after all. The two made their way to the bedroom upstairs to settle in for the night as they chatted quietly.

Aika handed Julius a pale green nightshirt and fleece pants to wear and went to go freshen up in the bathroom. He quickly put them on and jumped underneath the covers and shivered. Despite the normal temperature in the room, Julius was always cold, much to his dismay, but it was quite nice to bury himself in blankets and keep a comfortable temperature. 

He was staring pensively at the sheets when Aika walked out. She wore a shirt and comfortable shorts and had her arms behind her back as if she was hiding something.

 When he looked at her curiously, she revealed a pair of fluffy socks with a huge smile and waved them at him.

“Ta-da!”

Julius sat up with a chuckle. That was quite thoughtful of her.

“Are those for me?”

“Yes,” she sidled up to him. “I could keep your feet warm for you, but I wanted to make sure you were comfortable.”

“That’s...very nice of you.” She was one of the few people who wasn’t intimidated by him and spoke so frankly with him. Being with someone just as himself felt so new and interesting. He gave her one of his bright smiles. “Thank you.”

Aika fought off a blush and busied herself by putting the socks on for him. He pulled her up for a hug and held her close. She wrapped both her arms around his neck and fell back onto the bed. Julius pressed little kisses on her collarbone and neck and settled his head on her shoulder with a big yawn.

“Goodnight, Aika,” Julius murmured.

“Goodnight, Julius,” she whispered back and pressed a kiss to his hair.

She stared up at the ceiling for a moment before she understood that she wasn’t going to fall asleep tonight either. She sighed heavily into Julius’ hair.

Using forbidden magic had cost Aika a part of her humanity: the part that sleeps. She needed to be incredibly tired or sedated with horse tranquilizers to be put to sleep, there was simply no other way. In the beginning, it was jarring to not be able to sleep and a little harsh on her eyes for being open so long. When she tried sleeping again, she would be constantly plagued by inescapable visions of the future, the far-off future, like visions of a dark tree and the world being overrun by darkness, and it all starts in this kingdom. 

Aika was grateful she couldn’t see her immediate future unless she concentrated but visions of worlds ending and dead family weren’t good for her mental health either. 

She preferred to focus on the upsides like more time available for her to get her paperwork done and focus on things she enjoyed doing during the day or even travel and check in on her departments as she did.

Working for one of only four international companies makes Aika a pretty busy woman so she was grateful for the extra time. The company began as a means to establish a global spy and information network but it quickly escalated into an operation that dipped its toes into nearly every industry. She was particularly fond of the R&D and Education & Career development departments and paid very close attention to them. In fact, she had to approve a big budget change for a major building project from R&D. Something about finally figuring out how to use a counterweight to construct tall buildings and be able to withstand winds.

She eyed her backpack which rested on the desk against the wall on her side. It had all the papers that she needed to look over and sign. The paper explaining the details was rather long, so if she could finish going over it by the end of the night, that would be perfect.

Aika could use Mana Zone to extend the range of her Mana Hands spell to get that backpack but she could wake Julius up. She checked to make sure he was asleep and he was, quietly snoring away with a little smile on his face. 

She envied people who can sleep with a smile on their faces.

And just as she was about to reach for her bag, Julius shifted in her arms and looked up groggily.

“Wha—” He looked warily at the arm reaching out. “Go to sleep,” he sighed as he made himself comfortable again. “Let’s go on a date sometime. I’ll make a really good sandwich,” murmured sleepily before growing still again. 

What? A date? 

His words felt like she had been dunked with a bucket of ice water. Aika finally realized what she did, and more importantly what her drunk-self said. She really let him believe this was something romantic, didn’t she? Sure, she wished she could date, but in the end, she would screw it all up. All her past lovers had been amazing people, honorable people, but in the end, they’ve all just hated her. The aura of forbidden magic around just put them off. In fact, people closest to her, her family and friends, couldn’t spend too much time around her without their behaviour taking a turn for the worse. 

It was one of the reasons why Holly couldn’t spend too much time with her. It’s the curse of using forbidden magic so much, for so long. Her aura changes good people to turn into someone they are not. The loneliness must be really catching up to her because she forgot herself for a moment and let him in. If she hung around him for another week or two, he would go from being this sweet, adorable man to being an utter asshole to her and everyone around him.

She can’t do this.

Aika looked down at his messy, blond hair and listened to him breathe. He tilted his head back, eyes still closed and a small smile spread across his face.

Her mind went blank. Her heart beat harder in her chest. Butterflies she thought had died years ago had suddenly roared back to life. 

Her head hurt. She felt like crying.

She let herself be vulnerable too. She let herself fall for him, even if it’s just a little bit. She told herself to breathe. 

It’s someone you barely know.

But Aika knew damn well that some strangers have affected her life a lot in the first few moments she had met them. She looked at him again. Was he one of them?

She craved the intimacy, but in the end it was all ruined because of her stupid decison to study and master forbidden magic. Of course it was very useful and empowering, putting her at the top of the chain, but at what cost?

Aika simply couldn’t be around another person nearly 24/7 like she would be if she was in a serious relationship. She let out a heavy sigh and rubbed her eyes. It’s just a crush. It doesn’t matter.

She gently slipped his arms off of her and gave him a pillow as a substitute. He snuggled into it with another one of his adorable smiles, causing Aika’s breath to hitch. She gripped the sheets as she looked away and emptied her head. 

She had a lot of work to do.

Aika hummed tunelessly as she carefully pulled out the sfougato, a greek-style quiche-like omelette, from the oven. She finished reading the report from last night, washed Julius’ clothes, fixed the stone tablet protecting this house, destroyed the explosive token hovering in the living room, sent out her letters and even finished working out. 

She smiled at the night well-spent, but her mood was quickly clouded over by the fact that she had to turn Julius down. Not only that, but she also had to somehow salvage it to resemble some form of professionalism. 

If Aika was being honest, she liked Julius a lot. He was incredibly handsome, smart, strong and a Time Mage to boot. His most attractive traits were his kind eyes, his easy smile and most importantly, his willingness to be vulnerable. That sort of purity drew Aika in like a moth to a flame. She wasn’t kind, and she certainly didn’t smile often, but it was easy to be like that around him. Her guard did fly up once or twice but she wasn’t as high strung around him. She felt oddly safe.

She cut the quiche into slices and wiped her hands on her apron. She turned around and looked at the garden out her window. The rising sun felt warm and comforting on her skin, gently soothing the lump in her throat. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, soaking in the mana she could sense in the sun’s rays, mana that favored her because she raised a daughter born from its light. It was mornings like these that made her understand why her daughter worshipped the sun.

The sound of feet quickly bounding down the stairs broke her concentration. She turned around expectantly but she was quickly tackled by a hug before she could get a clear look at the man who had once again been plaguing her thoughts all night.

“Good morning, Aika,” he whispered into her hair as she reluctantly wrapped her arms around him.

“Morning, Julius.”

He pulled back and grinned down at her but she stared through him, eyes blank, knowing that once she truly processes the man she is talking to, her words would leave her and she wouldn’t be able to do what she needs to do.

And then he caught her lips with his, and with unprecedented passion that stole the breath from her lungs. Aika barely reciprocated, because just as quickly as he kissed her, he stopped. She licked her lips and tasted the faint coolness of mint. He was considerate enough to not kiss her with his morning breath… 

“I feel well-rested despite only sleeping four hours,” he murmured as Aika blinked quickly, fending off the unexpected emotions that welled up within her.

“I used a spell of mine to give you extra time to sleep. Here,” she offered him a plate of the sfougato. It was a peace offering for what was coming really. “I hope you like it. I’ll grate some more feta on it if you want.”

“Wait,” Julius looked at his plate in shock. “is this sfougato?”

Aika hummed affirmative as she looked away. She couldn’t bear to look at him in the face. She knew that once she did, her resolve would fall.

He cupped her cheek with one hand and kissed her again, this time much more sweetly.

“Thank you! My mother used to make them for me almost every morning!” He furrowed his brows when she stayed quiet. “Is everything alright? You’re so quiet.” Julius blushed as a thought struck him. “Does your throat hurt?”

The memories of last night set Aika’s heart racing again.

“No! That’s not the issue! I’m just,” she clenched her fists. “Quiet in the morning.”

“Oh, that’s alright then.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek and moved to sit at the table. “Have you eaten yet?”

She turned and gripped the edge of the sink. Even his voice distressed her.

“Ah, no,” Aika answered nonchalantly. She could explain as they ate. She shrugged her apron off and turned around but she froze at the sight.

Julius cocked his head at her with a questioning look as he leaned on his hands. His face was half-illuminated by the morning sun, his violet eyes glittered like diamonds and his hair shone gold, casting an angelic halo.

He looked beautiful.

“Hey,” his expression grew worried and he set his plate down. “You are definitely not okay.” Julius quickly walked around the table and took her hands in his and wiped a stray tear. She blinked. She didn’t know she was crying. Usually, she would’ve been so embarrassed to cry in front of people, but why is she letting her guard down in front of him? “What’s wrong, Aika?”

His face was too close. She could clearly count the lashes framing his alarmed eyes. 

“Nothing,” she said quickly as she wiped her face. “Nothing’s wrong.” She sat down in the nearest chair and sighed. Julius leaned against the table and waited patiently. He tucked a long strand of her dark hair behind her ear as she spoke.

“I don’t think we should keep doing this.”

His hand fell. What? He must’ve misheard her.

“This would be unprofessional in the long-run.”

“But last night you said—”

“Last night, I was drunk,” Aika gritted out. Julius crossed his arms.

“I’m talking about after, Aika. What about the talk of revolution? What about after?” His face hardened. “Was it all to just get into my pants?”

“What?!” she barely held back her shock. She was not that desperate. “No!”

Julius’ sighed. His aura usually helped people to open up quicker unless they really don’t want to tell him. He took her hands again, kneeled down in front of her and rubbed slow circles with his thumb.

“Then please tell me why.”

Aika still refused to look him in the eye. This whole thing felt strange.

“I will be your associate and it would be unprofessional. I also have a daughter and I don’t know if you’re okay with that.” She was giving him bullshit reasons at this point because he really didn’t need to know her true reasons. He didn’t need to know how lonely she was. “I have an incredibly negative reputation on the international stage that would damage any prospects for you to network with helpful people if you and I are closely associated. You are a public figure and your reputation wouldn’t benefit from associating with a forbidden magic user and a peasant.”

Julius gulped thickly. He really didn’t care about those. He didn’t mind at all but Aika seemed so intent on pushing him away.

“Aika, please, I don’t care.”

“Well, you should! You should think about the long-term!”

His voice took a panicked tone. He thought this was going well but something’s wrong. This was him being selfish. He didn’t want to be lonely anymore. He was guaranteed to become Wizard King so she wouldn’t be a distraction. He was so excited for someone like her to be at his side.

“I am thinking about the long-term and I absolutely do not care,” He put his hands together. “Please, I’m begging you—”

“Stop,” Aika growled “Don’t.”

Julius slackened at the dark look on her face.

“What?”

“Stand up.” He froze, unsure of her command. “Did I stutter?” He quickly scrambled to his feet and took a step back as she stood up.

“First thing’s first,” Aika crossed her arms as her face grew stern. “don’t ever beg unless you are in the bedroom.” A blush raced across his cheeks. “Second, you barely know me. Third, there’s a war, more importantly, the finale, so please forget about this. I have to go inspect the outposts at the southern borders today before the paperwork from my main job comes pouring in. I advise you to think about your own work as well,” she took a deep breath. “You deserve better than this,” she motioned at herself. Aika desperately held the tears at bay as her mind screamed, 

You’re cursed! No one can love you anymore! And it’s all your fault!

“You are going to be the king of an entire kingdom. I promise to serve you to the best of my abilities. You’re going to need all the help you can get, but I can’t be your partner,” she hugged herself and looked away from his heartbroken face. Her words kept twisting a dagger in his heart. It was better to change the subject. “As I said, I’m not particularly a patriot but this continent, specifically Clover Kingdom, has been heading towards dark times. As a Time Mage, you can feel it too, right?” He gave her a nearly imperceptible nod though his eyes were still glassy. “You’re going to have to lead this country safely through those times, and out of respect for the country that had raised me, I will help you too.”

Julius closed his eyes and took a moment to compose himself. He wanted to run, his head hurt, he wanted to scream in frustration. 

“I understand your reasons and they are valid,” he resisted the urge to clench his fists. “And thank you. I’ll appreciate the help. I have also sensed a dark future for this kingdom and...having a second opinion on my hunch would be nice...I—” He rubbed his eyes with the balls of his palms. He looked up and raked a hand through his hair, then looked down at her, his expression masked with a gentle smile. Even looking at her felt like torture to him, how could they ever collaborate on anything? She had given him such great hope, and then she dashed it all. “I had a lovely time.”

Aika smiled back hesitantly, though her nails dug into her arm.

“I did too...Your clothes are washed and folded on the vanity in my bedroom,” she mumbled. He noiselessly teleported away and he was instantly back, fully dressed. She opened her mouth to ask how? But snapped it shut when she remembered that she wasn’t the only Time mage around anymore. He looked regal and handsome, put-together like a leader as he adjusted his collar. But his carefully neutral expression barely hid the hurt glimmering in his eyes. He was still a man too, a man whom Aika had deeply hurt with her unexpected rejection.

She moved as quickly as he did and packed the slice of sfougato in a box.

“It’s for you.”

“Thank you.”

Aika nearly jumped when her fingers brushed with his. They were soft and cool to touch. For a moment, she wanted to reach out and hold his hand, cradle his face and watch him lean into her touch like he did last night.

“May I ask you one favor?”

Her lavender eyes flickered up to his violet ones when he spoke.

“Yes?”

He squared his shoulders and looked at her solemnly.

“May I have one final kiss?”

Her heart leapt to her throat as she stared at him in shock. Was that a good idea? She was struggling to push him away and this would not help her. But, it was too late because her hand was already reaching for his face.

Aika cupped his cheek and his hand covered hers with a deep sigh. Julius let her touch be burned into his memory. She stood closer to him and tugged him down. As their noses brushed against each other and when his yearning gaze met hers, her guard fell and she gave in.

Her lips crashed with his with a desperation she vowed to never stoop to, but here she was, her walls being struck down one-by-one with each passing second, consumed by his frenzied kisses. Julius wound one hand into her hair and another around her waist pulling her tight as he desperately prayed that she’ll change her mind.

Julius pulled back so they could catch their breaths and pressed his forehead against hers as he waited for a response.

“Julius…” Aika whispered.

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry.”

His arms tightened around her momentarily and then he let go. As she opened her eyes, the last thing she saw were tears that teetered on the edge of his lashes before he vanished, gone like he was never there.

Her hand reached out as if to catch him but it was too late. The moment he left, Aika could distinctly feel the hollowness in her chest, like something was missing. Though he was cold, the kitchen felt colder without him.

She stood frozen in her spot and lightly touched her chest when the regret set in. She replayed his smile, his dazzled eyes, the way his soft hair threaded between her fingers— 

“Miss Aika!” A familiar voice broke jarringly through the misery that was clouding her mind.

Was that Jayce?

“We can see you in the kitchen, Miss!” Ellie exclaimed as she knocked on the door to the backyard. Her maid was here too…

Aika quickly changed gears, unconvincingly telling herself that everything from last night to a few seconds ago was just a fever dream, and threw on a pleasant smile before opening the door.

Jayce waved an envelope in front of her face with a boyish grin, too bright and awake for 6 A.M. Ellie and Evan on the other hand, look like they’ve been through it.

“Mister Arthur asked me to give this to you first thing in the morning!” Jayce explained as he swaggered in, gravitating towards the pan of sfougato. Aika plucked the envelope out of his hand as she took measured breaths to ease the tremors in her hands. 

“It was weird that he came to the headquarters so late but he said it was urgent,” he explained.

“Good morning, ma’am,” Evan greeted with a slow bow of his head and Ellie gave her a simple hug, too tired to even speak.

“Good morning to you too, kids,” Aika looked between them suspiciously “but do all three of you need to be here to deliver an envelope?”

“We came here for breakfast,” Ellie said bluntly as all three of them sat down at the table. “The chefs at the headquarters are too busy because Master Raymond is stress-eating again.”

“Oh, alright,” Aika sighed as she pressed a hand to her forehead. “You three can join me,” she said as she stared at the wax seal. It was the official Pascere Syndicate logo. She rolled her eyes. It was probably information or an assignment, but going by the thin envelope, it was probably an assignment.

“Save me a slice,” she warned as she turned away to read the letter.

Her eyes skimmed through the obnoxiously elitist greetings that Arthur loves to write “ironically” and she came to find that yes, it was an information-gathering and networking assignment as her side-job as a Special Envoy to the Syndicate, and it was on— 

The threesome jumped in alarm when the letter in Aika’s hand exploded into flames. They quickly surrounded her in concern as Evan stamped the fire out but froze when they noticed the dangerously blank look on her face.

Aika controlled her magic, lest she suffocated her associates. She had unfortunately set the letter on fire before she could read the clear details of her assignment, so she would have to go ask Arthur for the details herself. While she was at it, she might as well set him on fire too.

The subject of her assignment was Heir Presumptive to the Wizard King of Clover Kingdom, Julius Novachrono...The last person Aika wanted to see right now.

Notes: Next chapter, depending on the length, it will for sure include a brief scene or two from the final battle and Julius' coronation, the aftermath and a sneaky assassination attempt, this time, for Julius ;)

btw this is the picture I drew for this chapter!!!