#arcana twilight fanfiction

[another-lost-mc]

NSFW Alphabet | SIRIUS x gn!Reader 0.4k words | NSFW | Smutty A/N: This is for a request from my ask box, but I'm going to consolidate any additional letter prompts here too. 💜

Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

If you go down on him, show him his cum on your tongue before you swallow. Go on, do it - I dare you. (RIP your back.)

If he fucks you somewhere in public, he might leave you a little messy on purpose - knowing his cum is warm and sticky between your thighs makes him feral, and he'll reward you later for your patience.

Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He'd rather be with you than jerk off by himself. In the very least, he might wait until you're together so you can watch.

Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Deepthroating: he'll hold you as lightly or as roughly as you like while he face fucks you and goes as deep as you'll let him.

Degradation: you might be a little slut and so desperate for his cum - but you're his cocksleeve, aren't you?

Tease/Denial: this menace of a man will tease you as long as you let him - nothing is sweeter to him than the sound of your desperate, pleading whimpers to finally let you come, or to fuck your brains out.

Exhibitionism/Voyeurism: as long as you're comfortable with it, he will push the limits of what you two can get away with in public. If certain sorcerers that keep flirting with you hear him fucking you? All the better.

Location (favorite places to do the do)

When he's feeling particularly romantic, your room is his favourite place. The bed is nice, but the armchair is comfortable too. It's conveniently placed near the balcony - he likes looking at you in the moonlight while you ride him.

The theatre where he performs. If you're in the audience, he won't do much unless he can get private boxed seats. (If you do, one of you is going to end up on your knees by the end of the show.)

If you're visiting him after a show, he's going to maneuver you in front of the mirror so you can watch him (and yourself) while he fucks you. The adrenaline of performing (especially when he knows you're watching) makes him especially needy.

Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He's willing to experiment with most toys, but he doesn't want to use blindfolds at all - he wants you to watch the emotions flicker in his eyes when he fucks you.

[ithseem]

HEYY!! coming from your 300 follower event, congrats btw, can you write a drabble of Alpheratz or maybe Vega (for a bit of emotional flares), discovering a camera the summoner accidentally brought along with them to bound arlyn laying around somewhere, out of curiosity he scrolls through it's memory, discovering pictures they took back in Mid Eartheim, but after a few clicks later, he stumbles upon older pictures, memories of the summoner's life with their friends, family and etc. all the way back to when their first picture was taken

OMGOMGOMG I just finished replaying OMORI and this request pops in my ask box?? Perfection. Also, I know asked for a drabble but I wrote a whole-ass fic instead. I hope that's okay.

Frozen Memories

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Summary: Vega found your old camera and flips through the photos and goes through the bittersweet memories

Rating: General

Genre: Angst

Word count: 1,372

crossposted to ao3

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It was always one unexpected thing after another ever since you arrived in Bound Arlyn and those unexpected things usually led to chaos, much to Vega’s own, and your dismay. But today’s discovery was quite mundane. Eerily so. Vega had found a camera laying on the ground. His breath hitched as recognition struck—a pang in his chest, sharp and sudden. He recognized this camera all too well. This was a gift he and his friends pitched in to buy for you on your eighth birthday. He recalled your talent for capturing moments on his parents’ and his friends’ cameras, so he wanted to get a nice camera for you. They held yard sales and bake sales for at least seven months before they got the funds to buy that model. He swears he could still smell the cookies from all those years ago, the edible ones and the burnt ones alike. He could even feel the sticky batter and splatters of ink from the cookies and handmade signs and price tags. Seven months of whispered plans, clumsy mishaps, and dogged determination. All for this. His father had promised it was the best they could afford, and when the day finally came, he remembered the way your face lit up, brighter than the candles on your cake. “You’re really giving me this?” you had asked, your fingers trembling as you held the unwrapped camera box. The memory made his throat tighten. That smile of yours—the unguarded joy of a child with the whole world ahead—was etched in his mind like sunlight spilling through the cracks of a door. It was a moment he clung to, especially now, in this fractured place. But there as he stood, holding the camera with some of its metallic paint faded off the plastic and its slightly-frayed strap, a knot of unease formed in his chest. Why was this here? Why did you have it with you?

It all seemed surreal to him. He had been taken from you far too soon, and now here you were with no idea who he is. And the worst part is that look you gave him. You meant no harm. How could you? He knew that you were just existing, but he still couldn’t help but feel embittered.

Tales like these were supposed to end differently. The hero would reunite with their long-lost friend or lover, the weight of years apart relieved from their shoulders as they shared a tearful embrace. They would hold each other as though the very fabric of the world depended on it, refusing to let go lest the other vanish. But that was not the case for him. Was this all a cruel sick joke at his expense? All the smiles, all the laughter, all the silly conversations, all the promises under the stars… everything… It all seemed to have disintegrated, and for what? His hands trembled, a futile attempt to hold back the tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. He wanted to scream, to lash out at the unfairness of it all, but the walls of the empty hallway pressed in on him, suffocating and oppressive. A single glance around was enough to remind him where he was, so he took refuge in an empty classroom.

Vega took a few deep breaths before he turned on the camera. To his surprise, the batteries seemed to still have some charge in them. He flipped to the album to see the most recent picture taken eight years ago. It was one of your own family, and another group of people he’d assumed were your extended family. You were all smiling warmly for the lens. A pang of guilt hit him like a slap. What was he doing? He had no right to rifle through your memories like this, no right to invade something so personal. He hated himself for it, for letting his curiosity overpower his sense of decency. Yet, despite the self-reproach simmering in his chest, he couldn’t stop. He flipped through the album to the picture taken ten years ago. It was a photo of you, him, and your old friends, taken in the golden light of a summer afternoon at the park. You had asked a passerby to take your picture after several failed attempts at using the self timer. The image of your smiles, carefree and bright, felt like a punch to the gut. He stared at his younger self, arms thrown casually around you and your friends, as if nothing in the world could ever change. The warmth he felt in his chest at the image only lasted for a short moment, as bitterness soon took over. His jaw clenched and his brow furrowed. How could you not remember? These moments, immortalized in this tiny digital canvas, these fragments of a life you once lived, do they really mean nothing to you? As angry as he felt towards your ignorance, he can’t bring himself to hate you.

He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, the sting of unshed tears blurring his vision as he continued flipping through the photos and videos. Each image felt like a relic of a time he could no longer touch, a whisper of a life that seemed almost foreign now. Most were candid shots of your friends caught mid-laughter, lost in their own little worlds. But among them, he couldn’t ignore how often he appeared. It wasn’t just one or two photos either. There were countless images of his smiles or gestures. His cheeks and ears burned at the sight, a small smile tugging at his lips. But at the same time, his heart still felt heavy. He can’t help but curse the fact that he had to find this camera now. Had he found this earlier, when times were simpler—when you still remembered him, he could allow himself to feel flattered, even joyful, at the revelation. Or better yet, he thought bitterly, had he never fallen into Bound Arlyn, he’d let himself feel happy that maybe, just maybe, you had been pining for him for a while as he had been pining for you. 

But no amount of magical thinking could rewrite the past. The reality of the situation was suffocating. Oppressive. The memories you’d once cherished enough to immortalize in these photos now meant nothing to you. The version of him you had loved—or at least cared for—was a stranger to you now, reduced to a nameless face in an album of forgotten moments. But a stubborn voice at the back of his head refused to let him believe that. What if the memories hadn’t disintegrated? What if they were buried deep into your subconscious waiting to be unearthed? He wanted to believe it. He needed to believe it. The alternative was too cruel, too final. But even that hope was tinged with bitterness, a fragile thing at war with the fear that nothing would ever bring those memories back.

His breath caught as he lingered on a photo of you and him, grinning like fools, arms slung around each other’s shoulders. One of your friends must have stolen your camera to capture this moment. But you never bothered to delete it. He couldn't tell if the ache in his chest was from the sweetness of the memory or the pain of its absence in your eyes now.

“Vega? What are you doing here?” A voice called out. He looked up to see a confused Alpheratz standing at the door before him. “And what’s that in your hand?”

“Ah-” was the only thing Vega could say.

Alpheratz looked at him up and down and simply said, “Never mind. Anyway, there’s a council meeting about to happen. You’re gonna be late.”

“Since when did you care about these things?”

“Since Spica started to REALLY get on my ass for skipping out. And by the way, you might want to wash up before going to the council room. Your face is all red and puffy”

“...Right.”

Vega put the camera in his pocket before deciding to return it to you later.

[captainjacklyn]

hi! can i request headcanons of vega, alpheratz, and spica with a s/o who likes receiving and giving forehead kisses? tysm ❤️

Another request in the box, a head canon of Vega, spica and alpheratz coming up ! (since the gender of the reader was not specified, it will remain gender neutral.)

Pairing(s) : Vega x reader, spica x reader, Alpheratz x reader

Warning(s) : None, really nothing too bad. It's just a cute fanfic to enjoy. [Vega's part is slightly suggestive if you squint]

Spica

Now I would think that spica prefers giving rather than receiving forehead kisses.

It's not that he hates it he just finds it more...suitable for him.

Unless if you're taller than that's another question, he'll preferably accept them in private. (cause this man got a reputation y'know-)

Spica isn't that much of a PDA type of guy, he expresses his love through acts of service, words of affirmation and quality time.

He appreciates the affection but he won't reciprocate as much as you do.

After a long day of work you are his source of comfort and probably the only thing keeping his sleeping schedule organized.

Overworked dude imarit-

Spica finds your habit endearing too, he won't say it out loud but he will show a small smile whenever you kiss his head.

Vega

Vega is...flustered.

He doesn't exactly like it when you do it in public considering the fact that he sees this act as intimate.

Blushes even if he tries to hide it by looking away you can still see his cheeks growing redder by the second.

Any physical touch for him is already intense.

I head canon that he has sensitive skin (mostly because he's whiter then white- As he ever been in the sun at all ?)

One kiss will be enough to make him melt in your harms, the so called cold Vega proceeds to become mush when his partner gives him the affection he deserves.

if you choose to surprise him, he'll gasp and first try to back away out of instinct until he realizes its you.

He such a babygirl UwU <3 (he totally isn't my favorite-)

Alpheratz

OK.

If you ever need to wake him up, just wake him up with a peck and his eyes will go open in a flash.

It's just the best feeling ever, waking up to your wonderful lover smiling down on you.

You can't be grumpy after that, it's as satisfying as waking up after the longest, most comfortable sleep.

Alpheratz will also give you forehead kisses, it's bonus points if you're shorter than him. He has to crouch/bend down and he thinks it's cute.

will tease you about it tho, get ready cause he's going full out on it.

But in all seriousness, he thinks your kisses are the most gentle feeling he's ever experienced. He won't tell you that but you'll know regardless. His expression always soften when you do it.

Thank you for reading, have an amazing day/night.

-Best wishes from, Lady Orchidia.

[urmultideadfandomperson]

After two hours of agony and endurance, it was finally done. She panted heavily on the table, the doctors gently congratulating her for doing her best. Inside the room, the small wails of a newborn baby echoes across the small room.

"It's a boy," the doctor says with a small smile as he carried the bloodied infant in his arms, looking at the little human cry with life. "You were amazing, ma'am,"

"Thank you, doctor." She replies before fainting on the table, eyes closed to get some rest. But before she passed out, a soft smile was plastered on her lips, knowing she has given birth to their beloved boy.

...

She wakes up with her nose inhaling the scent of alcohol and medicine. She was still in the hospital, that was certain. Her eyes slowly opened, squinting as they adjust to the bright light. As she slowly wakes, a voice was heard.

"Darling," it was the voice of a man, full of love and concern. It was her husband. "Are you alright? How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay, honey," she replies with a hoarse voice. She must have screamed throughout the delivery back in the Delivery Room. "I'm just a bit sore,"

Hearing this, the husband immediately rushes to get a glass of water. He walks back towards her, gently guiding her to drink slowly. She swallows the water down her throat, thankful to feel hydrated.

After drinking, she asks, "where is he?"

"He's sleeping. Our little boy is adorable," the husband replies, smiling as he looks at the crib nearby. Inside of it was an infant, sleeping soundly as he rests.

"May I hold him?" The wife asks, which the husband responds with a gentle chuckle.

"He's your son, of course you can hold him." With that, he heads towards the crib, the smile never leaving his lips as he saw his boy. He picks him up gently, cradling him in his arms.

As he walks towards his wife, his eyes never left on his son. He was too joyous to look away, too mesmerized to avert his eyes.

He reaches his wife, finally handing her their sleeping son. She thanks him as she takes him into her own arms, gazing down at her beloved baby boy. The wife was beyond disbelief. She was not only a wife to her husband, but a mother to her own son.

"He's so beautiful," she mumbles, unaware that tears were now streaming down her face. "Our little boy, our first son..."

"Darling, you're crying!" The husband says with worry laced in his voice as he wipes away the tears from her eyes, as well as drying her cheeks with a clean handkerchief. "Are you alright? Are the mood swings bothering you again?"

"A-Am I?" She asks, letting her husband wipe the rest of the tears away from her face. She smiles softly, a soft chuckle heard from her lips. "I'm sorry, honey. I'm just very happy to have our little baby in my arms,"

He smiles at her reply, kissing her forehead lovingly. "I get it," the husband nods. "I am very happy to be a father as well."

"What should we name him?"

"Pardon?"

"What should we name our son?" The mother asks again, gently rocking the baby in her arms as she feels him move in his slumber. "I mean, what is a child without a name?"

"Now that I think of it, I wonder why we never got to prepare some names..." The father thinks, trying to recall how they never got the time to search up good baby names.

"I think it's best to think up some names now than think about that." The mother suggests, chuckling at her husband. He nods at his wife, sighing.

"Yes, I think so, too," he replies to the mother. "Shall we give him one randomly?—"

"No!" The mother immediately replies. "I don't like giving our son common names. Our names are described as "unique" by many people, then our son must have the same experience!"

"Now I remember why we don't have time..."

"Excuse me?" She asks.

"Nothing!" The father says while waving his hands, hoping that his wife would let it slide. Fortunately, she did. "Maybe, we can name him after something beautiful?"

Something beautiful... yes, she thought. The mother would want to give her son a beautiful name after a beautiful thing. He would have a gorgeous name amongst the rest of the children. "I'd like that,"

The father nods, sitting down on a chair beside his wife's hospital bed. He ponders for a moment, doing his best to choose a reference for the names. "What shall we name him after, my dear?"

That was an interesting question. It was actually a good one. What should they name the baby after?

Then, as she turns her head, the mother gasps at what her eyes see: a midnight sky glowing brightly with stars. Each and every star was seen by the window of her hospital room. "Honey, look!"

"Oh my goodness..." He gasps as well, eyes locked on the stars shining brightly down on them. They were all so beautiful. Perhaps they can name their child after one of these stars. "Let's name our boy after one of these stars!"

"Oh, honey, you're a genius!" She smiles happily at her husband, approving at his wise decision. "Our little boy must be named after the brightest star up there,"

As the couple search the stars by the window, the little boy slowly wakes up. He was about to cry, until his eyes saw the beautiful scenery in front of him. The stars shone brightly, and the infant cannot help but gaze.

"What about that, darling?"

"Hmm... no, not bright enough,"

"That one?"

"No, not that one either,"

The couple continued to search for the brightest star, looking up at the skies to observe carefully.

As they look carefully, their concentration was destroyed in hearing their son's little laugh. They awe as soon as their eyes landed on their little boy who was smiling and giggling. The child was also blabbering cutely like he is spotting something he likes.

"Oh, our little boy is awake!" The father grins down at the baby as he caresses his chubby cheeks, the baby giggling more. Their hearts melted at the child.

The mother seemed to understand the child. So, she asks, "what do you see, son?"

There, the baby blabbers as its finger looked like it was pointing at something. As they look at where it was pointing, the saw it. The brightest star in the skies. Was it a coincidence?

"My, that is indeed a bright star," the mother gasps at how it shined the brightest amongst the other stars. "Honey, what is that?"

"That's the constellation of Lyra," he replies to his wife, mesmerized at the bright star. "And that star is named... Vega."

"Vega..." She repeats the name, and it felt perfect to her ears. Saying the name felt so certain that it was the one for their son. "Yes, let's name him that,"

The father nods, agreeing with her decision. "Yes. Let us name him that, after the brightest star of Lyra,"

And with that, the couple made their decision. They finally found the perfect name for their perfect son.

"Welcome to the world, Vega."

[starsspeaker]

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Star writes ⋆.˚✰

ੈ♡˳ 𝓢𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓾𝓼

Ｃｏｍｉｎｇ Ｓｏｏｎ．．．

ੈ♡˳ 𝓐𝓻𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓾𝓼

Ｃｏｍｉｎｇ Ｓｏｏｎ．．．

ੈ♡˳ 𝓢𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓪

Ｃｏｍｉｎｇ Ｓｏｏｎ．．．

ੈ♡˳ 𝓥𝓮𝓰𝓪

Ｃｏｍｉｎｇ Ｓｏｏｎ．．．

ੈ♡˳ 𝓐𝓵𝓹𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓽𝔃

Ｃｏｍｉｎｇ Ｓｏｏｎ．．．

ੈ♡˳ 𝓟𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓾𝔁

Ｃｏｍｉｎｇ Ｓｏｏｎ．．．

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[bluem00n007]

PoV: Summoner is a mermaid with a water activated tail

F!MC and the Bois (if I am able to write more lol)

Part 1

Spica

Apparently there was something weird with Contel's swimming pool, while it closed up after evening, there were peculiar signs of it being used much later into the night till early morning hours

He suspected it to be some of the students playing a prank but he was more than ready if the case happened to be of something or someone more sinister

It was one more job for him to do, but it's always better to be safe than sorry, especially since Contel has been the Disaster HQ, it would have been a disaster had the pool been used for some ritual to weaken the spell protecting it, one could never be too careful, one great disaster was already one too many

Walking through the cold, empty hallways with nothing but the glow of his staff to guide the way, Spica slowly made his way to the Pool section, the air smelled of chlorine water and felt wet and humid; someone was definitely using the pool, as he got closer he heard the splashing of water, but the splashes were too strong and loud to be that of a person

A Monster

He quickly got to the pool with his staff in position, ready to attack and under the full moon's light he saw the suspect

"Summoner?"

"I can explain!"

"what are you doing her- is that a tail-?"

Summoner was visibly flushed and panicking at this point, this was supposed to be a secret! Now the last person you would want to know secrets that interfere with institution's property found out about it

Hiding her face in the pool as if the water is not clear as a crystal and being illuminated by a cursed bright full moon, why today of all days?

Approaching her carefully, Spica kneeled in front of her, still shocked, having a human from Mid Earthium being a summoner was shocking enough, the summoner being a mermaid was even more surreal

"why didn't you tell me?"

"it... It was supposed to be a secret" he definitely noticed the voice crack, good job

"so you were the one using the pool?"

"yes, I am sorry, but I really needed to keep this a secret! But I need to transform too otherwise- I don't want to think about that! So I never took the swimming classes during the day and came here when I thought everyone was asleep"

Clasping her hands together, she begged, "Please don't tell anyone about this"

A warm hand touches her wet hair, looking up, Spica was giving her a gentle pat on the head, "Your secret is safe with me, do you need help with cleaning up the pool? It has been sparking rumours among the student body that the sorcerer's ghost likes to swim not even an hour later after he eats the soul of a lost student"

"Ah! I will be sure to clean up after myself! Thank you so much Spica"

So turns out that mermaid habits have an unintentional way of surfacing up (bada dum tss) and summoner ends up pulling Spica in the pool with her as she leaped to hug him, not realising that he was barely prepared for the sudden weight

Of course this was paid back in the form of helping spica dry his hair and paper work

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[another-lost-mc]

SFW Alphabet | ALPHERATZ x gn!Reader 0.6k words | SFW | Fluff & Humor A/N: This is for a request from a lovely Anon, but I'm going to consolidate any additional letter prompts on this post. 🤎

AFFECTION (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

His brand of affection is like being wrapped in a warm blanket on a cold day. It makes you feel so comfortable.

He's a tactile person and once you're in a relationship, he finds it difficult not to connect with you physically in some way.

He likes to remind you with small touches that he cares about you - a hand on your shoulder while you wait in line together, or an arm wrapped around your waist or shoulders when he walks with you on a casual outing or date.

He might kiss your forehead or cheek, but it's a brush of his lips that graze your skin.

FIANCE(E) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

His only hesitation to marriage is the complicated relationship he has with his grandfather and family. He would prefer to keep them away from you and your relationship as much as possible, but it's easier said than done.

It's not that he doesn't want to marry you, because he does - he just wants to avoid involving his family if he can.

At the end of the day, he'll put up with them and their expectations of him if he has to, as long as you can be together.

He won't be in a rush to get married, and he's going to put a lot of thought and effort into your engagement/marriage plans. He wants to do it properly, and he won't spare any expense to give you whatever it is you dream of.

I LOVE YOU (How fast do they say the L-word?)

You'll know he loves you before he says it.

It's the small changes he makes, the things he does that not only accommodate your relationship, but make you his priority.

Other sorcerers at Contell might start talking about how much he's changed. He's more responsible, he seems so much happier. They wonder why, but it doesn't take long for you to realize all those changes happened after you started dating.

If you're hesitant to tell him you love him first, he won't be upset - he knows how you feel about him too.

LITTLE ONES (How are they around children?)

He's not used to spending time with children, but he's willing to learn.

Kids will love him - he'll pretend to sleep while they crawl all over him, and he'll tickle them when they least expect it.

In general he's going to be very playful in a tactile way - carrying them on his shoulder or under his arm, lifting them in the air - an even more fun experience for them considering how tall he is.

He's also going to be extremely protective of any children under his care. The other Guide Sorcerers might call him a Papa Bear, and even if he grumbles about the nickname, it's not a lie.

UGLY (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He's not going to stop napping to avoid some of the more tedious responsibilities he has. At least you know his favourite hiding places which makes it easier to find him when he vanishes.

He's wealthy and doesn't mind paying for things - all the things - but he'll be stubborn if you try to give him an expensive gift or pay for a date night when he's already offered to. He sees it as caring for you, and he might be slow to accept why you feel guilty about it or refuse his offers.

[lemme-just-oops]

More Pokemon x Arcana Twilight because at least one person (me) wants it: (some ideas may contradict the first post)

-I see the region revolving around caves and fossils, since Jirachi's "egg" probably gets mistaken as an ordinary stone for a long time. Only being discovered by scientists in the progress of the game.

-The water starter pokemon would have a whale design, because Bound Arlyns flying whale is iconic, and that would be its final evolution.

-The fire starter would be a snake that has a ice-type end evolution. And the grass type would have a dark type end evolution. Only because I decided this.

-The reason MC gets a starter pokemon is because of following scenario: Pollux accidentally stepped on a Bergmite, which then proceeded to chase him. Vega came to his aid, but more Bergmite came. Since MC was nearby, he asked them to just take a ball from his bag and help out. He wanted to ask for the pokemon back, but saw that the pokemon felt comfortable with MC. (If the game would have a call function, he would routinely ask about how the starter is doing if you call him.)

-Alpheratz's grandfather is a professor. If given the chance, he will tell every trainer about how his favorite little boy grew up to be a gym leader and that they should give him his greetings. (And that Alpheratz should come to visit again soon).

-Sirius is the moral compass of the game, who questions the morality of battling and the goals of villains, but also questions why you wear a baseball cap instead of a dafety helmet. Also encourages you to try and ride your bike inside of caves.

-Arcturus grew up at the pokemon daycare and works there. He will spoil any pokemon handed in. Whether they are from MC or even pokemon from the antagonists. He knows of Jirachi from the tales he read growing up. He starts his journey relatively late, and only because he wants to stop Team Creation from abusing Jirachi. He has no intention of being a travelling trainer.

-Pollux keeps getting the worst pokemon. His starter keeps getting kidnapped. He bought an expensive egg from a "breeder" who promised it would hatch as Eevee. It was a Murkrow egg.

-The second town MC gets to already has the gyms of Alpheratz and Spica. Spica's gym is extravagant and complex, with a few paths to avoid the trainers helping him out. Alpheratz prefers it directly. With two trainers you have to battle before him. Both of them give MC fossils after beating them.

-Depending on the version, the trainer will encounter Spica (in Pokemon Wish) or Alpheratz (in Pokemon Destiny) throughout the game, and battle the antagonists by his side. Arcturus is the one exposing most information about Jirachi.

-Vega, please stop healing MC's pokemon whenever you meet. They have four hundred potions in their bag, let them use them.

-The elite 4 are made of the clan heads. Riegel, against his own design choices, has a fanclub watching him. He spends hours after battling giving out signatures.

[bittersweetcanary]

Art/Writing Progress Sneaky Peakies

I'm going to try doing this every Wednesday from now on because I keep starting new projects without finishing them so HOPEFULLY THIS HELPS. About Benate, my ARTW OC, they've been put on the back burner in favor of my recent change in interest being Genshin Impact. I started making another two OCs. Without finishing the first, I'll post a bit about Benate on Friday.

First here's some art sneaky peakies!

And now, the written pieces! Only a little! A little bit about the characters Benate ARTW with Lennon and Calida form my GI AU fic that has yet to see the light of day.

GI

The Siblings Lennon(Lee) Laugen [they/them] ENBY AFAB Aroace Spec. Kätzlein Head of the Laugen Clan

Calida(Cal) Laugen [She/They] Trans MTF ENBY AMAB Pansexual Kätzlein of the Laugen Clan

Though their Clan only consists of Calida and themself they’ve kept the Clan title despite not having much of a pull in Mondstadt of notability.

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Their silence is often seen as being shy, or as some may say, it is incredibly introverted.

Also, I've been putting some work into what I may put on an Etsy shop in the future, that being Communication Cards! That is what the middle image is a lil sneaky peaky of!

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Dahlia's Relationships with... (Part 2)

Character/s: Dahlia Rosenheim (OC), Alpheratz, Sirius, Vega

Genre/s: Fluff, Cracks, Mild Angst(?)

Warning/s: None, story only has no proofread

Summary: Dahlia's relationship with the sorcerers.

Requested by: None

Note: NAHH THIS IS CRAZY 😧 I ACTUALLY HAVE THE MOTIVATION TO WRITE LIKE I USED TO NO WAY!!! Anyway, this is the second part of the story. I hope you'll enjoy the read!

Alpheratz

Alpheratz and Dahlia are not very close to each other. However, they can be described as good friends whenever they are seen together. Despite not knowing on what to say in order to create a conversation, Dahlia can bond with the sorcerer through the comfortable silence of napping.

Alpheratz is a good friend for Dahlia despite the awkwardness in almost every conversation. Dahlia is often amused of him, an example is his stubborn attitude towards Spica. When a small banter comes up between the two sorcerers, Dahlia finds herself laughing as if their argument was a source of entertainment. She knows they care for each other, so she views their arguments as something similar with siblings. There are moments when Dahlia would be annoyed at him with how he teases Pollux, but eventually, she just finds it funny. The human knows that the sorcerer is a genius, and she likes to ask him questions. To her surprise, Alpheratz did not mind her talking at all.

Although they do not talk much, Dahlia still trusts Alpheratz. There are a few times Dahlia approached him to vent something he can understand when nobody was available. It might look like Alpheratz was disinterested. But in truth, he was listening to her. Alpheratz gives her a piece of advice before suggesting Dahlia to nap beside him. She gladly accepts his invitation, finding peace in sleep under a sturdy tree.

Dahlia is highly aware that Alpheratz is not very active. She only spots him hiding around to nap in broad daylight. A part of Dahlia feels somewhat empathetic of Alpheratz. She was once known as a smart student in her school. But as time passed by, as Dahlia turned into a middle schooler, Dahlia grew more unmotivated to participate. She understands what Alpheratz is experiencing; she was just too intimidated to ask. Dahlia is fine with talking to Principal Schedar, by the way. It was rather funny in her point of view that Alpheratz was keeping her away from his own grandfather.

"Damn, what a day," Dahlia yawns out after the long classes she attended in Contell. Everything felt so bland as if the usual lively ambience of the academy disappeared in thin air. Maybe Dahlia needed a bit of rest. Yes, some rest would be helpful.

As she walks down the halls of Contell, Dahlia finds herself outside of the building, her feet bringing her to the yard full of plants and trees. The atmosphere was tranquil and carefree, the birds chirping and the wind gently blowing. Another yawn escapes Dahlia's lips. She definitely needs that rest.

"What are you doing here?" A voice asks behind the human, startling her.

"Eep!" Dahlia squeaks before turning around, only to realize it was Alpheratz. She smiles lazily at the sorcerer. "Oh hey, Alpheratz."

"Hey, Dahlia," he greets her back, letting out a long yawn afterwards. Alpheratz asks Dahlia again. "What are you doing here? Are you looking for someone?"

"No, no," the human shakes her head. "I'm just here for a nap. I'm looking for a good spot to sleep. The classes made me bored."

Alpheratz replies to her with a hum. He looked like he was thinking about something. After a minute, he gave Dahlia soft smile. "I got you. Come with me,"

Dahlia smiles in return, thanking Alpheratz before following him. There, they lay down together under a tree as exhaustion takes over their bodies, letting the two friends slumber.

Sirius

Oh. Oh no. Sirius, what have you done?

Ever since Sirius and Dahlia got along together in Contell, the human unfortunately inherited the sorcerer's personality, learning how to tease. But on the bright side, that was all. Sirius was harmless towards Dahlia, and the Guides were relieved.

In Dahlia's eyes, she admits that Sirius is hard to read, as well as untrusting. Despite that, she likes how he is easygoing and fun to be around. Whenever Dahlia needs some company, she lets Sirius take the lead. The human tries her best to be friendly despite knowing his nature.

Like said before, Dahlia only trusts Sirius partially. She is careful to avoid spilling too much information to him, though she still tries to be more open as well. Dahlia knows that Sirius is a shady person. Everybody warned her more than once to watch his traps. Sirius never says anything about his color changing eyes; how can she trust him when he cannot even tell them that? But Dahlia holds a kind heart, believing that every person needs some love. So she did just that, showing genuine kindness to Sirius.

Although it may seem out of character, Dahlia does enjoy drama in her environment. In fact, Dahlia likes chaos as she finds it hilarious. The sound of laughter and screaming back in Mid Eartheim with her siblings was almost nostalgic, and she would do anything to remind her of family. Sirius would invite her to theaters and plays, which Dahlia would watch with focus. The acting was amazing in her eyes, and after the theater, she thanks Sirius for the invitation which the sorcerer takes it with gratitude. If Dahlia is in the mood, she would sometimes act on stage with Sirius.

"Summoner," Sirius calls out Dahlia with a playful smirk, watching her by the door as the human reads a novel in an empty classroom. He crosses his arms, saying, "why are you here, all alone in this silence?"

"Because I like it," she replies to him with a nonchalant tone, her eyes never leaving the page. "I got used to this lifestyle."

The sorcerer chuckles at her bland response. He shakes his head before approaching her, standing behind as he leans in to read the words in the novel. In interest, his irises turn to purple. "Ah, a fantasy reader, I see?"

"This is none of your business!" Dahlia immediately closes the book, looking back at Sirius with a blush on her face. Even her dark brown eyes were wide in surprise. "And don't sneak up on the people like that!"

"Sneaking up?" His eyes change to blue before he smirks, turning his irises to green. "I'm just reading with you, Summoner. Is there something wrong with that?" His eyes flash purple again, now walking in front of Dahlia. "Or do you prefer to have your privacy?"

"Look," Dahlia sighs after standing up, pressing her fingers to the temple of her nose to stay calm. These headaches always come up whenever Sirius is around, but a smile was also on her lips. "Just don't spook me like that again, alright? If you're here, then you definitely have an intention."

"Haha! The Summoner truly knows me!" The sorcerer laughs in delight, his eyes now bright red. "Yes, I do have a reason. In fact, I want to bring you along to the Central District."

"Is that so?" Dahlia tilts her head, her eyes full of curiosity. She gives him a soft smile. "What plans do you have in mind?"

Sirius replies, eyes yellow as he explains. "I was thinking of buying a pack licorice candy with you. After that, we can go to a play that features Polaris,"

Dahlia furrows her eyebrows, remembering that certain theater play. "Wait, isn't that the one we watched a week ago?"

Dahlia's question makes Sirius chuckle, his eyes flashing to green. He says, "oh no, Summoner. This play does feature Polaris, yes, but they are not the main character. This time, it is one of the Great Sorcerers."

"Then it must be interesting!" She responds with awe, her eyes sparkling in excitement. "When is going to start? How do we get the tickets?"

"Excited now, are we?" Sirius asks, irises now yellow. "It's going to start in twilight. Whereas for the tickets, I already bought it for the both of us,"

"That's amazing, Sirius!" Dahlia giggles in joy. She nods her head excitedly as she tells him to wait. "I'll be ready in a moment! Let me just pack my things,"

Once Dahlia is ready, the sorcerer instructs the human to hook her arms with his, which Dahlia does just what he says. They walk together out of Contell and down the Central District. Like what Sirius planned, they bought some licorice candy (and to Dahlia's surprise, he bought a bar of milk chocolate for her which the human is thankful for the treat) and watched the theater together.

Vega

In the beginning, Vega and Dahlia were still very awkward with each other. The sorcerer was cold and untrusting towards her, and the human was obviously intimidated by his behavior. Yet as time passed by, Dahlia notices that Vega is somewhat protective of her, even being concerned for her safety. This gives Dahlia a lot of confusion.

But now that Dahlia discovered the truth of their lost friendship since childhood, she now understands Vega's attitude. She sobs as she begs the sorcerer to rekindle what was lost, and she gives him a tight embrace when Vega agrees. In the present, Dahlia and Vega are very close to each other, and the sorcerers in Contell can definitely see that. Similar with Arcturus', many tend to confuse their relationship, planting theories that Vega and Dahlia are dating. But again, nobody is actually sure.

Just like in the past, Dahlia views Vega as her best friend. If she loved him as a true friend in childhood, the human will still love him as adults. Since they try to repair their past friendship, Dahlia is more than joyous to spend time with the sorcerer. She would talk with him about their likes, she would tell him her stories in Mid Eartheim, and even tease Vega! (This is Sirius' fault, keep that in mind.) Dahlia loves to compare their complexions, described Vega's skin tone as milk and her own Filipino color as chocolate.

In the past, Dahlia partially trusts Vega, just like in Sirius' case. But in the present, she trusts him with all her heart. They were childhood best friends, as if she would lose trust in somebody she cares about. However, despite that trust, Dahlia does not often approach Vega whenever she feels conflicted. In fact, she only opens up to him when he asks. Dahlia herself is also uncertain why she cannot bring herself to do so. But whenever Vega is approaches her with worry, she breaks down her walls.

These two do any activity that Dahlia suggests. Vega will just follow along without hesitation, even noticably smiling. Even if it was something childish, the sorcerer will not mind. Both of them wanted to feel the innocence as the children they used to be, so any idea would do... except the ones that are risky, of course. Since Vega is a veteran at hand-to-hand combat and swordfighting, Dahlia often spars with him with her enchanted dagger, yet she pouts whenever she realizes Vega is going easy on her. Dahlia also likes to join Vega in the greenhouse, helping him tend the plants before getting some gelato as dessert for the hardwork.

"Dahlia, where are we going?" Vega asks the Mid Eartheim person, his blue eyes covered by a blindfold. The Mid Eartheim person was currently dragging him somewhere, smiling and giggling as they walk.

"You'll see it later!" Dahlia smiles enthusiastically at her best friend, letting out another laugh. Vega smiles as he hears that laugh; some things never change from childhood, huh?

After a few more steps, the rustling of grass can be heard under their feet. Vega's nostrils inhale something fresh and clean, a subtle and delicate scent. Where are they right now?

"We're here!" Dahlia cheers as she stops in her place, looking at the beautiful scenery in front of her. Once she knows it was the perfect spot, she removes the blindfold from Vega's eyes.

As soon as the fabric was off the sorcerer's eyes, its first response was to squint as they adjust to the bright light of the sun. It took Vega a few moments before his eyesight was now normal. And in front of him was a sight to behold.

It was a gorgeous field of small flowers, all of their petals in a blue hue. The flowers look very familiar for the sorcerer, however he cannot point out where or when he saw them before. In the middle of the field, there was a small clearing which was covered by a picnic blanket, on top was a basket with delicious baked treats. Vega swore he heard himself gasp by such a pleasant surprise.

"Tada~!" The human sings out with glee, her smile wide as she looks at the sorcerer. She asks him; "What do you think? Do you like it?"

"Summoner," Vega softly smiles at her in return, his pale cheeks turning light pink. "I love it..." He nods his head, looking around at the natural environment. It is very caring and of Dahlia to think of a surprise for them.

The human smiles as she walks to the picnic blanket, taking off her shoes before sitting down on it. She pats a vacant spot beside, inviting the sorcerer to sit there.

Vega nods at her once, understanding her gesture as he kicks off his boots to sit beside Dahlia. His hand holds hers gently, and Dahlia holds his in return. Now their fingers are intertwined together. "Shall we?"

The sorcerer nods at Dahlia, taking a freshly baked pumpkin bread from the basket. He replies, "yes, let us."

During their picnic, Dahlia and Vega talk to each other about the most random topics their minds can think about. From the lighthearted ones to the deepest conversations, they would tackle about it. Dahlia also revealed that the flowers around them were called "forget-me-nots", saying that it was a promise to never forget what they are today. Hearing this sweet oath, Vega lets out a belly laugh for the first time.

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ANOTHER ONE???

Alpheratz giving birth

Alpheratz got perganant beceus he stukc out his gyat for the rizzler. Spica was also giving the birth like he did with Arcky. Spica told alpheratz to push and aftwer the first push the baaby slipped out like a slip inslide. Out pooped a bueiful orarng babby. Oh my god! It’s Arcurous. Arcurous skibidi toileted and amongused umposter. Spica started cwieing again and turned into the alpha wolf and howled at the moon.

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[✮𖦹] PINK BOMB!

It's a one-shot series with characters and all that's cute!

1. My Melo Pink with Gojo Satoru!

2. Memories, POOF! (๑ > ᴗ < ๑) with Geto Suguru & a little bit of Gojo Satoru! (Read the TW!)

Requests are open!!!

(No NSFW. Suggestive is alright.)

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Gently Roasting You Based on Your Favourite Arcana Twilight Character

Disclaimer: All of these are jokes, so if you are offended, sorry 😅. Also I cannot say how accurate this is. Anyways, onto the roasting!

Arcturus - You definitely have a type, and that's the (ususally) redheaded/ginger himbo/seet boi (You radiate some level of black cat energy, don't you?)

Spica - You're into the level-headed and hardworking type because you for sure ain't none of those. That or you want to drag his ass to sleep or affectionately bully him

Pollux - You mistook him for Natsuki from DDLC, not just because of his looks but also because his personality is similar to hers. You definitely have a type, and that's the tsundere that's tOtALLy NOt InTO yOU (*cough*Mammon*cough*Natsuki*cough*)

Alpheratz - You're the therapist friend who also desperately needs therapy. You're also think lazy (oftentimes rich) geniuses are just neat (*cough*Leona Kingscholar*cough*Belphegor*cough*)

Vega - Most of the fanfictions you saved/read on a regular basis are angst fics or hurt/comfort fics. Your favourite trope is childhood friends to lovers, or something to that effect. You'd also like to affectionately tease him at any opportunity

Sirius - You're either a person of colour, or you're colourblind to all his red flags. That or your favourite colour is red. You're also waiting for more of his backstory to drop