#except instead of in the name of the moon it's in the name of ikemen I LOVE IT

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[lordsisterxotome]

Hi! How are u doing? Idk if ur taking requests but if so could u do a sort of ‘Another’ Napoleon story with Arthur instead please?

Why, yes I can! Sorry it took me forever, but you know! Real life (uni exams) calls! Hope you enjoy it anyway, dearest!💕

Moon and Stars (Arthur Conan Doyle x Reader)

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Arthur Conan Doyle x Reader 

Warning: Smut, Minors DNI!!!🔞 Oral sex (female receiving) | Dirty talk | Breeding kink | Vaginal penetration | Creampie/unprotected sex

Intended Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 3,515

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Disclaimer: I do not own Ikemen Vampire or any of its characters. All of that goodness is the property of Cybird. I do, however, own the plot of this fanfic. Please do not repost this on any other website.

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       The betrayal left you utterly shattered, jaw hanging open as you stared down at the little demon giggling in your arms. Your husband shared a similar expression to your own with the exception of the fact that his lips curled up at the edges in the beginnings of a massive smile, soft, breathless laughs puncturing the silence as the toddler squealed harder at her parents’ dumbstruck expressions.

       After nine hard months of pregnancy, of feeding this child from your own body, what was her first word? Nothing other than “dada.”

       “What am I? Chopped liver?” you sighed to yourself as you settled little Alice into her crib that night, taking a moment to lean your chin in your hand and contemplate what you and Arthur had brought into this world. She was only a year old and already she had brought so much joy into the lives of the people around her. Dark blue curls framed cherubic cheeks, eyelids closed over what you knew to be bright, curious blue eyes. While she had inherited her father’s coloring, the shape of her face was entirely yours, tiny features mimicking the curve of your nose, your jaw. Chubby little limbs stuck out at all angles as she slept, the peace of her slumber at odds with the way she’d kept you and Arthur up at all hours of the night when she’d first been born.

       Given the fact that your husband was prone to all-nighters with his writing, it wasn’t unusual to see him cradling her while he wrote or went down to the kitchen for another cup of coffee, leaving you to catch some much-needed rest before she needed to be fed again.

       Of course, the other residents of the mansion had reacted to the news of your pregnancy with differing levels of excitement, but absolute support. It had surprised you at first, given that they were men who hadn’t grown up in the most forward-thinking of time periods, but it only made you that much more appreciative. Le Comte in particular had formed a special bond with the infant, often taking her for walks in the garden or reading to her in the library in order to allow you and your husband a moment alone. Theo, who’d put on a show of faux reluctance upon being named godfather, had affectionately started referring to her as “pup,” a nickname that never failed to elicit a stream of laughter from the little girl as he pretended to nibble her tiny fingers.

       Already, she had proved herself to be a joyful child, the squealing screech of baby laughter echoing down the halls of the mansion and making it that much more lively. But that meant she cried just as hard as she laughed, breaking your heart whenever she clung to you in one of her bouts of hiccupping sobs, big eyes swimming with tears.

       You couldn’t wait to see how she grew, whose personality she would take after. The world had better look out if it turned out to be her father’s, which it just might be if the incident from earlier was any indication.

       With a last pet to Victoria’s head - the canine refused to leave the nursery whenever the baby was in there - you turned out the lights and shut the door softly behind you. If she woke up in the night, you and Arthur would be able to hear her cry from your room next door.

       Collapsing on the bed in a heap when you entered your shared bedroom, you sighed languidly as you frowned up at the ceiling. Rationally, you knew she was just a baby, that it was a very common first word, but an unreasonable part of you still felt hurt, your skills as a mother insulted.

       “You know you’re a great mum, my love.”

       Another sigh passed your lips, head rolling to stare at Arthur where he sat at his desk, leaning over the back of his chair. You frowned harder at the mirthful smirk on your husband’s lips but already what hurt you still felt was disappearing. Chuckling, he removed his glasses and folded them before rising to join you.

       “I only built her in my womb and gave birth to her. No biggy,” you muttered as he flopped down onto the bed beside you, turning you onto your side with a hand on your waist. Leaning forward, he peppered your face with soft pecks, his contagious smile threatening to undo your pout with each sweet smooch.

       “You know…” he drawled, twirling a lock of your hair around his fingers. His forehead settled against yours as he wriggled closer, tangling his legs with yours. “There’s a simple way to remedy this.”

       His smile, hopeful and mischievous, made you raise a brow. The big blue eyes your daughter had inherited sparkled back at you, though with an intent far less innocent than she possessed. “Which is…?”

       Arthur’s grip on your waist tightened meaningfully, his other hand reaching down to hoist your thigh over his hip. “We have another,” he murmured, lips a mere hairsbreadth away from your own.

       This wasn’t the first time he had brought this up. Before you’d become pregnant, before you’d even gotten married, the both of you had agreed on wanting children, a family full of warmth and love. Sometimes you caught Arthur drifting off at his desk, a lazy smile on his lips, as he admitted to daydreaming of what could be.

       As such, you didn’t even blink when the proposal of having another baby passed his lips now. On the contrary, the words sent an excited tingle down your spine, a familiar heat already pooling in your lower abdomen. “She will need a playmate,” you drawled in mock contemplation, tucking your leg tighter around his hip.

       His smile broadened in response. “Is that a yes then?”

       Sitting up, the motion of your hips rolled him onto his back, leaving you astride him. You could see the effect the movement had on him, could feel it swelling against your clothed core. “I believe it is, Mr. Doyle.”

       A tender hand cupped your cheek as Arthur sat up and kissed you, all his love and excitement conveyed to you through the hot slide of his smile against yours. The flick of his tongue against your bottom lip had your mouth parting eagerly for him, the slippery appendage wasting no time to tangle with yours as he swallowed each and every one of the sweet moans beginning to emerge from you.

       His hands, sliding languidly down to your hips, guided your movements as you started to move against him. Your skirt, hiked up, left you free to grind your panty-clad heat against the growing bulge in his pants, drawing deep groans from him in return as your fingers worked distractedly at the buttons of his shirt.

       You squeaked when your positions were suddenly reversed, the soft comforter cushioning your tumble as your husband loomed over you. As you gazed up at him, beaming down at you as if you were the most wondrous thing since shooting stars and sliced bread, you felt the same grin stretch your cheeks, lovestruck and so amazingly happy.

       With a quick kiss to your nose, your husband slipped down your body, unbuttoning and unlacing as he went. By the time he reached the edge of the bed, you were well and truly naked, and Arthur sank to his knees, ready to worship at the altar between your legs.

       He took his sweet time smoothing his hands up your bare calves, kissing over the expanse of your thigh. This was more than just a quickie when your little angel was napping or in the care of one of the other residents. He could finally enjoy and pleasure you at his leisure and love you as you deserved, the goddess who’d given him the world.

       Hoisting your legs over his shoulders, he gave you a devilish look, drumming his fingers thoughtfully over the skin of your thigh. “When was the last time I ate you out properly, dove?”

       “Yester-oh!” your snort of the word broke off on a shuddering moan as he licked up your slit, the stroke quick and teasing. Your fingers clawed into the sheets beneath you, back arching, as Arthur wasted not another moment to shove his face into your glistening folds. Now that he’d gotten a taste of you, he couldn’t help himself.

       “Arthur!” you gasped, writhing in the face of his hunger. His noisy slurps and groans resounded lewdly in your ears, sending hot curls of warmth through your nethers.

       True, it had been just yesterday that he’d prowled up on you while you were dusting in the library. Your darling husband had nearly given you a heart attack before making it up to you on his knees, leaving you grasping one of the ladders for stability. Even so, he would never pass up the opportunity to bring you to completion with his mouth, untiring of the taste of your nectar on his tongue and ultimately turning him into a pussy-drunk fool of a man. Forever, he would desire you, even when you were both old and gray.

       Arthur’s grip on the tops of your thighs shifted in slow circles, massaging as his mouth attached to your clit. “Ah!” Your eyes fluttered shut, toes curling as his tongue slipped inside of you, pleasure spasming up your spine. His nose continued to brush your engorged bud with each eager lap, and your legs trembled on either side of his head, threatening to close around him.

       Skilled in the art of making love to you, Arthur knew exactly where and what would make you feel the best, teasing you closer and closer to that blessed peak. His mouth and chin dripped with your arousal, blue eyes blown wide as they moved lazily between your lustful expression and weeping pussy. The throb of his cock in his trousers ached particularly painfully tonight as thoughts of breeding another child into you awakened the primal part of his brain.

       “Wait!” you cried, tears blurring the edges of your vision. “Arthur, wait, I’m going to-!” Teeth joined the fray of lips and tongue in their quest to bring you to your climax, spurred on by your half-minded coos and moans. When his fangs grazed the swollen, sensitive petals or your cunt, it was all you could do to turn your face into the pillow, biting down on your bottom lip as your orgasm wracked your form. All that filled your lover’s mind was your satisfaction, catering to the pride and love that swelled in his chest to have you as his woman and to be able to make you feel as no other ever could.

       Breasts heaved with each pant, fingers gone limp and nerves left pleasantly fuzzy. Arthur drank up your release like a starving man, half-lidded eyes focused on your fluttering pussy as his tongue flicked over your folds, thirsty for every last drop. Your soft call of his name tore him away from your sopping heat. With a last kiss to your inner thigh, he sat back on his haunches to stare up at you with the unabashed adoration of a worshiper, fumbling at his shirt and trousers.

       Your arms lifted of their own accord to embrace him, his equally bare body sinking against yours as he kissed across your collarbone and up your throat. One hand settled beside your head, propping him up, as his other smoothed stray hairs away from your cheeks and forehead, caressing the flushed skin in his palm.

       “I haven’t taken it out of you yet, have I?” he chuckled, tickling you with a noisy smooch placed just beneath your ear.

       You responded by locking a leg around his hip and rolling your pelvis into his, unable to help shooting him a smug look when he let out a surprised grunt. The weight of his manhood falling between your legs made you shiver, a delighted sigh passing your lips as your fingers tightened on his back and you ground against him again.

       “You want to kill me, don’t you?” he chuckled against your ear, the sound husky and strained as his hand smoothed down your side to grasp your hip.

       “I want you,” you murmured back, “to put another baby in me.” You giggled when his hips bucked, the tips of his ears turning red as he dropped his face into the crook of your neck. Part of you expected him to sink his fangs into your throat right then and there and you welcomed it, holding your breath as the atmosphere shifted to something primal, something animalistic, humor giving way to hunger.

       Wolfish lips followed the line of your jaw, nibbling at the shell of your ear. His hands roamed up and down your body, exploring every inch he’d already committed to memory before his fingers finally laced with yours. “You want me to fill you up again, dove?” he purred, “Breed you until you're round with my baby?”

       “Yes,” you gasped, arching into him as his cock slid through your slick. The catch of the head against your swollen clit nearly drove you insane, capable of little more than needy little whines as you mewled, “Please, Arthur!”

       The deep blush on his cheeks matched yours, eyes hazy with the smoke of lust and the spark of need. “I’ll give you what you want then.” His hand reached to cup your face, the gesture so precious and sweet, even as his cockhead brushed your entrance, smearing precum across your folds. “I’d give you the moon and stars if I could.”

       Turning your head, you placed a lingering kiss to his palm, smiling when you heard him inhale sharply. “All I want is you, darling.” You watched as his smile took on a bashful edge. “You and our children; my moon and stars.”

       The heat in his eyes deepened, fingers trailing in a whisper over your skin as it slipped between your bodies. You took a shuddering breath as you felt him position himself, heart hammering in your chest. So many times had you made love, and every time the excitement and love would well up to consume you, emptying your thoughts of anything but him. Your free hand grasped Arthur’s upper arm and your lashes fluttered, eyes darting between his face and downwards.

       Swollen lips collided with yours, and the taste of his moan on your tongue only amplified the feeling as he sank himself within your welcoming heat, greedy walls sucking him deeper. Tongues twined in a hot, slippery mess as Arthur explored your mouth with the ferocity of a hurricane. He swallowed each sound you made, every mewl and moan, as his hips began to move, slow yet sharp, before he was pistoning in and out of you, stealing your breath away with each wet squelch of your pussy around his cock.

       His damp forehead pressed against yours as you panted together, the lewd slap of skin against skin and the smell of sex suffusing the air. Legs tangled and locked, yours instinctively wrapping around his waist as Arthur dug in, overcome by the animalistic need to breed.

       “There!” you gasped as he found the sensitive patch deep within you, nails digging into his skin. “Arthur, right there!”

       “There?” You yelped when hands grasped the backs of your thighs, hooking your calves over his shoulders and curling you into a mating press. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he growled. “I could barely control myself when you were pregnant, knowing it was me who fucked you nice and full, who put a baby in your belly.”

       Oh, you remembered quite well how much he’d appreciated your pregnant body. Countless nights (and days at that) had been spent making sure you knew how much it aroused him, leaving you a hot, writhing mess beneath his ravenous touch. Truly, if there was one thing you would never doubt, it was your husband’s love-borne lust for you.

       You cried out when the tip of his cock kissed your cervix on a particularly deep thrust, pussy clamping down on him. Tears of pleasure spilled from the corners of your eyes, his grunts fanning over your face as Arthur continued to batter the spot. The slight pain it brought only succeeded in further turning your body to heat and smoke, stars dancing across your damp skin.

       Relying on the weight of his body to hold your legs in place, your husband plowed into your sucking depths without restraint, heavy balls slapping against your ass with each plunge. His body shook with the effort not to simply cum right there and then, to paint your insides white and fuck the cum back inside of you. Not that he wouldn’t do so, but Arthur wanted to feel you climax again first, wanted to know how good he was making you feel. God, he was reduced to a mere beast, mind vacant of nothing but feeling you tighten around him, that wonderful rush of heat and wetness that triggered his own right to flood your insides with his seed.

       “Arthur!” you gasped, body jolting under the force of his thrusts. Bang, bang, bang, the headboard went against the wall. Combined with the tell-tale squeak of the bed, the squelch of his cock in your pussy, and his growls and your moans, quite the erotic symphony was formed. The roar of pleasure was reaching a fever pitch. Every inch of you felt so sensitive that a single touch might send you over the edge. “I…I’m going to-mmh!”

       Glancing down, the vampire ravaging your pussy nearly lunged to sink his fangs into your neck. The sight of his engorged manhood disappearing and reappearing within your puckered entrance, glistening with arousal and aching with desire, made him all too aware of the delicious liquid rushing through your veins, singing to him. The thread of his control was rapidly fraying, balls aching with the need to cum.

       “Oh god, it feels so good!...My love…” Reaching up, you brushed a strand of dark, wayward hair off Arthur’s sweaty forehead. His face whipped towards your hand, fangs grazing your wrist as he peered down at you through bleary, half-lidded eyes. If you didn’t know any better, you’d have thought him incapable of understanding you, reduced to basic animal instinct. “Don’t stop…please, I need-ah!” You screamed as his fangs finally sank into your flesh, tossing you into the abyss of your orgasm.

       Walls clamping down on his pulsing length, the image of you, heavy with child, imprinted itself in your husband’s mind as your blood filled his mouth and he joined you in climax. Burying himself to the hilt, he unloaded himself against your cervix, the swollen tip flooding your womb with hot spurts of seed.

       Arthur groaned into your flesh, both at the sweet taste of your lifeblood, sharpened by desire, and the twitch of his cock, milked by your loving cunt. Instinct made him rock his hips against you a couple of times for good measure, humping the rest of his release into your core.

       Your legs slipped from his grip and tangled with his as his fangs released you. A languid tongue swiped over the wound, lips touching a kiss to it, before his body slumped atop yours. You purred as his mouth traced over your jaw, your cheek. His cock remained lodged firmly inside you, plugging his cum within your fertile cunt, and a welcome pulse vibrated from the spot where you joined. Your nerves felt wonderfully fuzzy, warmth and satisfaction bringing a lazy smile to your face as you stroked your fingers through your lover’s hair.

       “Clementine if it’s a girl?” came his voice, muffled against your temple as he nuzzled the spot.

       Your eyes fluttered open, turning to blink at him. “Hmm?”

       “And Oliver if it’s a boy?”

       You blinked again, a heartbeat passing, and then the giggles erupted. Throwing your arms around his neck, you rolled him over and kissed him with wild abandon. Smiling against his lips, you murmured, “When I get pregnant again, we have to move out. I don’t think this mansion could withstand two Doyle children.”

       “Anything you want, darling,” he answered, pulling you in for another kiss with a hand on your cheek. “Love nest second though, first…”

       A roll of his hips from under you made you gasp, clinging to his shoulders as a shot of arousal burst through you. Your inner thighs, already sticky from the combined release that had managed to leak out, clenched as you pushed yourself onto his thrust. “Mmm…” A soft moan passed your lips as you continued grinding against him, beginning to work yourself on the dick hardening within your cunt.

       “I’m going to make love to you every day until we’re certain you’re pregnant again,” Arthur growled, the force of his midnight blue gaze sending an excited tremor straight to your core.

       “Best we get to work on that then, huh?”

       “Mmm, best we do.”

[clavissionary-position]

✦✧✦✧ What does Absolute Evil wish for?

Ikemen Prince Gilbert x Reader Covenant

tags: fluff, takes place during the Rose Send-off Festival mentioned in one of Chevalier's stories

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Gilbert suddenly dips from your sight, and you realize he's crouched beside you to release his two paper roses into the inky water. The white of the paper, shaped into petals beyond nature's hand and wit, shines as if on fire with the light from the glutted moon and the dancing lanterns along the riverbank.

Somehow, against the backdrop of the other festival-goers—even as deep in Michel territory as you both are—Gilbert looks right at home.

One wish per person. One wish per rose. He's already bending the rules a little.

Gilbert rises, blocking your view of almost everyone except for him. His smile, like the start of a dream and the end of a kiss, betrays nothing, but it does reach his eye and his eye beholds you.

You're about to set your rose down after Gilbert's when his hand suddenly catches your wrist. Neither the coolness nor the unusual strength startle you anymore. What captivates you instead is the way his thumb repeatedly sweeps over the inner tendon in a heart-shape. The way he loosens his grip a moment later only to slide his hand around your palm in a charming and perfectly prince-like handshake.

When Gilbert takes his hand away, your paper rose is gone. The night's warmth invades in his absence and you find your hand outstretched after his.

Of course he notices and of course he laughs. Yet somewhere in that happy sound, around the malice, beneath the mirth, right above the human heart is a secret so pure and gentle that it eludes you both. Warmth you recognize and adore but cannot name.

Barely a second has passed. Ever the showman, Gilbert makes an elegant spectacle of tucking your rose into the front of his coat like a corsage.

"I'm in charge of your every wish," he declares. His words fall into his usual cheery cadence, but there's a weight to them that refuses the passage of time, of memory. Of death.

How is he yours? How can you keep him? How can you keep him like he keeps you?

You're too winded to voice your other question, about what he thinks your wish even is.

Gilbert answers anyway: "I know everything about you." His voice is soft, in delicate counterpoint to the song of the river. "And if I don't, I'll always be the first to learn." He takes your hand and lets it graze the petals of the rose on his chest. His lissome fingers curl into the spaces between yours, weaving your hands into one dark shape in the night. "So trust yourself to know everything there is to know about me."

Because we are one and the same.

✦✧✦✧ Thank you for reading!

Img credit: Deklanşör video credit: Mikhail Nilov

[ohtomatotome]

How could Blanc Lapin’s route begin differently?

I’ve been thinking about how all the routes in Ikemen Revolution begin the same way, because of their shared prologue: MC falls through the shaft of moonlight, landing in the garden on the roof of the civic building. The Black Army defends her, the Red Army attacks her, she makes a deal to be kept safe at the Black Army Headquarters. From there, the routes diverge.

But what if the armies AREN’T meeting in the garden the night she falls? What if no one knows she even arrived except for the two men who saw it happen?

These are my 1am thoughts, unedited and without spell-check. Maybe I’ll come back and edit them into a more coherent presentation another day...maybe not.

NOTE: ‘Katie Kelly’ is the name of my OC for Blanc Lapin.

Here is my idea for how Blanc’s route could open:

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Blanc is working late in the Civic Center, and hears her yelling as she falls and hits the roof.

Dean is walking back to the boarding school after eating dinner at Dalim’s tavern, and he sees and hears a figure falling through the air above the Civic building.

They both run to the roof and help her. They decide that the magic tower cannot find out about this new visitor from the Land of Reason. Blanc knows he cannot take sides, and therefore will not choose either the Black or Red army to house her. Instead, he will remain neutral and keep her at his house. 

This was inspired by this part in Edgar’s route when Alice is talking to Luka and Sirius about the safety of her belongings from the Land of Reason:

Dean agrees to help in any way he can to keep her origin and whereabouts unknown. They both agree that it shouldn’t be too hard to keep her safe for one month until the next full moon.

She tries to help Blanc with his work as a way to thank him, but she knows nothing about the history and politics of Cradle that she feels useless. Blanc says it is just enough that she enjoys her vacation here, and she doesn’t need to work. 

But she insists on helping out in any way she can: cleaning the house, cooking meals, mending clothes, tending the yard and garden. She begins to feel a little like a housewife, and she often lets her mind get carried away with fantasies of being married to Blanc and welcoming him home with a kiss and his slippers. It’s a silly girlish dream, but it seems to grow and persist on its own without her indulging it. He is so charming and attentive, can you blame her?

Almost two weeks into her one month stay, tensions rise between the two armies and Blanc’s job takes more hours every day to get done. Sometimes Katie is already asleep in bed before Blanc even makes it home to catch a few hours’ nap, and then he’s gone before she awakes. This is when she decides that she really really does need to help him in any way she can. More than simple maid work. She has to help him in his job as record keeper. She visits Professor Tweedle the next day with a basket of fresh-baked bread and sweets as a bribe, begging him to give her a quick recap of Cradle history as well as lend her any reading material he thinks will help her be useful to Blanc in his duty.

Dean scolds her for coming alone and putting herself in danger. He agrees to tutor her, but at Blanc’s house because it’s safer than having her walking all the way to the school. He bags up one of his extra textbooks as well as a few other reference materials, then walks her back home. He stays until evening, and she repays him with dinner. Blanc returns just as the two of them are enjoying dessert (Oliver had joined them for dinner, but wasn’t interested in sweets). Blanc feels a twinge of jealousy at Dean for having time alone with Katie, but also anger at the political situation because it’s taking him away from spending moments like these with her. 

Because the tutoring is supposed to be a surprise, and they clearly weren’t expecting him home so early, Katie and the Professor are flustered at his arrival and make up an excuse that it was a nice dinner, for no reason.

That makes Blanc suspicious that they are romantically interested in one another, and this misunderstanding grows painfully in his heart for the next few days as he continues to work long hours away from Katie. 

After the third day of tutoring, Dean announces that his speed recap of Cradle history is through and Katie should be prepared to be more of a help than a hindrance the next time she goes to the Civic building to help Blanc with his work. Dean makes Oliver promise to escort Katie there the next day.

When Katie shows up, Blanc is very surprised. She announces that she took a crash course in the country’s important events and governmental history. This includes divulging to Blanc the real reason she had spent so much time last week with the Professor. 

Understanding -- but not relief, not yet -- dawns on his face. He doesn’t want to push the matter, but now he can’t help his curiosity. Without trying to make the question as pointed as “Are you dating Dean?” he till manages to ask if the two of them had enjoyed the lessons. Her response was to admit that the Professor was very strict with her and didn’t seem to be having fun, “but that’s not really the point of school, is it?” Blanc gets the feeling that nothing romantic had happened at all. 

But he couldn’t help asking one last question “Will you miss your class time with him?” Her surprise at this query was doubled by seeing an unfamiliar streak of doubt and apprehension in those kind copper eyes. Quick was her reply “No, not at all. The only reason I spent any time at all with him was so that I could spend even more time with you. I needed his help with history so I could come help you during the day. I missed you, Blanc.”

His relief came at least, almost making him choke up. He pretended to be coughing on the dust in the archives. Vowing to make the most of her precious time left in Cradle, Blanc took Katie to work with him every day, took her out to lunch in Central Quarter, and asked Oliver to cook the dinners since they would be home late most nights. It was a wonderful week. Blanc had never felt this light-hearted or joyful in a long, long time. 

Katie had sense there was something very important lacking in Blanc’s life. There had to be a reason why he had nothing but work to occupy his days and nights, and the same circular exchange of insults from Oliver every meal. She felt a void in his life, an emptiness in is emotions, a hole in his heart. It wasn’t pity she felt for him. It was an earnest and real desire to see Blanc happy.

On her last day in Cradle, Blanc cut his day short at the Civic building so he could spend it with Katie. He knew that tensions were increasing between the armies and there would be much work for him to catch up on the next day. But he was looking forward to having something occupy his time so it would keep his mind off of missing Katie.

As he took her out on a picnic in the country near the shore, they spent hours talking, walking, and just spending time together sitting in quiet solitude looking out at the sea. At one point she even rested her head on his shoulder and told him how much he meant to her, how much she was going to miss him, how she would never forget him, how she had come to think of him as more than “just a friend.” They headed back home in the late afternoon. 

A messenger frantically met them on the way, he had been looking everywhere for Blanc. There had been several bombings in Central Quarter, including the Civic building. Only half the structure was left, and the roof had been totally destroyed. With all the rubble and guards around, there was no way to get even close to it. The shaft of moonlight Katie was supposed to take home tonight would be impossible to access.

She knew she should be dismayed or worried, but the first thought that entered her head was “Now I get to spend even more time with Blanc!”

Blanc was also thinking the same thing, but he knew this magical bombing meant that war was starting soon, and Cradle was no longer a safe haven for Katie. He was actually angry now that her way home had been postponed. He needed her safe. Even if she was apart from him, he could feel better knowing that she was safe. He had made a similar decision long ago, he could make it again. Maybe it would hurt less this time? Maybe it would take a shorter time to heal the pain?

Some fluffy moments take place before the next angsty/tragic moment:

Blanc goes off to interview or investigate the Red Army officers for their official statement regarding the bombing, and some Magic Tower mooks thought he was being nosey and abducted him (they were too new/dumb to know better). The idiots explain the reason for kidnapping him to Amon, in front of Blanc. Amon is furious at their mistake, and realizes Blanc’s memory must be wiped.

A magic spell is cast, but it doesn’t seem to have the desired effect. They don’t realize that Blanc’s memory is longer-lived than most humans, and so a more powerful spell is needed. Dalim warns against it because of who Blanc is. Amon is beyond reasoning with at this point, and super-charges a magic crystal to deliver the power they need for this spell.

It works. It works so well, Blanc doesn’t remember who he is. There is no longer the threat of Blanc revealing the Tower’s secrets. They deposit him in the Forbidden Forest. Harr finds him, and realizes immediately that Blanc’s memories have been tampered with.

Loki goes to tell Oliver, and discovers there is a woman also living at the house. A woman who is very much worried about Blanc. Loki brings Katie to Harr’s house, where she tries to remind Blanc of who he is, and in doing so comes to the realization that she barely knows anything about Blanc’s own personal life or history.

This makes him sad to know that he never truly let in the one person who seems to care deeply about him. She convinces him that even though she may not know what he went through before she met him, she knows exactly the sort of man he is. His character, his personality, his charm, his kindness, all the things that make him who he is, are all the reasons she fell in love with him.

...so, not sure what happens after that, but probably some magic hocus pocus and Blanc will eventually regain his memories just before the next full moon. He comes clean to Katie about his curse of never aging and his time having stopped long, long ago. He warns her that he may never age; and she will keep aging. He reminds her that people from different worlds shouldn’t fall in love. She retorts that he’s a month too late to deliver that warning.

Probably on the last “His Story” you get in his PoV with spending 3 Keys, you’ll discover that Blanc is noticing small things changing in his life that suggest perhaps the process of having his memories wiped and restored somehow reset his own clock. Or maybe it was the power of Katie’s love that began to make the rusted hands of time start to tick again. Whatever the reason, he acknowledges it only to himself, for fear of getting Katie’s hopes up. There he goes again with keeping secrets...

By that time, there is scaffolding around the Civic building, and Katie could get to the roof safely if she wanted to enter the shaft of moonlight.

But she doesn’t want to this time, either.

She decides to stay in Cradle with Blanc. 

Happily ever after, yada yada

This is all purely speculation. It is also not spell-checked because I wrote this at 1am tonight. Don’t shoot me.

[snow--blanket]

good morning kisses

pairing: isaac/napoleon fandom: ikemen vampire word count: 2405 ***

“God’s breath—”

“I don’t—” Napoleon ‘the terror of France’ Bonaparte started, but cut his sentence short. “How?”

“I don’t…. know. Sodium bicarbonate was supposed to—um, make the…” Isaac struggled to word it in a way Napoleon could understand. When faced with panic and distress, his brain immediately resorted to scientific lingo like a liar did with high pitched intonations. “The black thing float.”

“I was out for an hour—”

“I know, I’m sorry—”

Napoleon walked to the fridge and tapped the sign kissed to it, as if asking for an explanation. It read: NO SCIENCE EXPERIMENTS IN THE KITCHEN.  He tapped the sign, once, twice, three times, all with increasing tempo, until the paper slid off the magnet and fell to the floor, much like Isaac’s heart did. He hated disappointing Napoleon. “What happened to our friends with benefits contract?”

Benefit was a loose term used in between them—namely, Isaac would help him with his calculus homework (trig too, if Napoleon was particularly loathsome that day) and Napoleon would help Isaac to not get bullied by Arthur and Dazai. It worked, but he really should talk to Napoleon about toning down his manly hero voice when he came to his rescue. He felt too much like a damsel in distress then. Isaac did not have a lot of pride, but he did have some of it, and he would like to keep that portion for future use, like when he corrects the barista’s spelling of his name. But he had made more trouble than benefit to Napoleon, and his face flushed as he berated himself. “I’m sorry,” Isaac said in a panic. He would play his trump card, what he called the Coward’s Calling: just beg for forgiveness until Napoleon got irritated and shoved it under the rug. It had a limited use though. If he were to use it now, he couldn’t use it for the next two or so weeks as it had a cooldown period and he needed time to gather his pride again so he could throw it away and grovel for mercy. 

“You already said that.” Drat. Napoleon often let it pass, but he supposed today’s… grievances were too big to let it slide. They both looked at the foaming pot of yesterday’s burnt curry. In Napoleon’s words, Isaac was to clean up his own mess, and he had to clean out the pot with the charred bottom without scratching it silly. You’re a genius, Napoleon told him. Figure it out.

Contrary to his expectations, Napoleon broke out in a laugh. Isaac hated it when people laughed at him—Leo’s was a condescending, older brother laugh, and he hated that. He was not a child. Arthur and Dazai’s were teasing, and he hated that too. They weren’t close friends. Strangely, his flaming cheeks were not caused by anger at Napoleon’s laughter, but rather embarrassment, for he knew that Napoleon always laughed at him like he was an idiot. Isaac truly felt like he should retreat into the cupboards as Harry did. “Are you done laughing yet?” 

“Sorry, sorry, I’m just…” Napoleon wiped a tear from his eye. “Y’know, this is why people with theoretical physics degrees still don’t have jobs. You’ve used up so much of your brain thinking about—black holes, or something—”

“The fabric of time and space,” Isaac mumbled.

“—That, yes! Proved my point! You’ve used up so much of your faculties thinking about whatever that is that you don’t know that Arthur probably mixed in citric acid into your baking powder solution to…” Napoleon gestured to the foaming pot, and it looked like a witch’s cauldron. “...cause this. This is a textbook prank, ma cher.”

He might not hate Napoleon, but he sure hated the way that epithet rolled off his tongue. It made his chest feel scratchy, for some reason. “You’ll see,” he said instead. “When this physicist figures out how to make planets habitable, I’ll give you the opportunity to eat gourmet space dust when I leave this place.” Like he said, he didn’t have a lot of pride, but he did have some of it, and he wouldn’t let Napoleon drag the name of science through the mud. Physicists weren’t largely responsible for making a planet habitable, but he hoped Napoleon wouldn’t catch on. Isaac wasn’t very good at this comeback thing. Arthur and Dazai forced him to use his wits for driving them away instead of focusing on lectures. And he couldn’t even do it well!

“Ha! I’d love to taste it.” Ugh, he hated the way Napoleon smiled when he said that, too. The itch on his chest doubled. Now he had to figure out a way to phrase the symptoms to Arthur and let himself play patient for a while. The last time he went to Arthur for a consultation, he couldn’t forget the face he made when he said “it feels like my whole skin is being flipped inside out”. Even a savant doctor can’t figure out what’s wrong with you if you don’t know how to express it.

“Step aside, genius.” Napoleon bumped Isaac out of the way with his hip, looking much like a mother who had her work cut out for her. 

“Don’t come crying when calc comes up in class,” Isaac said bitterly, and then tested the word on his tongue. “...Jock.”

Napoleon chuckled at that, and then shooed Isaac away. He felt embarrassed that he wasn’t able to clean up such a simple mess, but being called a genius—even if it was said mockingly—made his chest inflate in pride. At the very least, he would be of use when it came to academia.

***

It was raining—storming, even. Isaac’s bleary gaze wandered to the glaring neon numbers on the alarm clock. 5:34 AM. Maybe Vincent would be up at this time. He got up from his bed, rubbed his eyes awake, and walked to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate. He vaguely recalled Vincent saying he wanted to paint the sunrise, and knowing the kind of person he was, he was probably staying up until sunrise. Unlike his reputation as a “bad boy”, Theo was the earliest to sleep in, and earliest to wake. He could use more hours, but he liked to spend the early mornings to make pancakes for Vincent, especially if he was feeling anxious the night prior. 

As Isaac passed Napoleon’s door, he stopped, clasping his hands together in a prayer. May whoever who wakes him up be blessed with questions with graphs in their exam. Then he remembered Arthur, and he changed his prayer. May whoever wakes him up gets his face punched. It doesn’t even have to be by Napoleon. Anyone will do. After that, he wished some more, hoping that he was his British counterpart, and that all his coffee was third-grade and cold. When he finished praying, he headed to the communal kitchen, where he found Arthur fiddling with an empty tin of coffee. They were fresh out, it seemed. Isaac held the physical and psychological urge to fist pump the air. “Finished?” he asked, even though he knew they were, indeed, no more. God was by his side.

Arthur rattled the coffee tin, offended. The smart, clever, golden-tongued part-time mystery author and full-time medicine major was reduced to a witless man when he was caffeine deprived. It felt like the sun had died to let the moon breathe a little, except the sun was Arthur’s dreadful tongue, and Isaac wished it was eternal night. There was something that bothered him, though. “Working on a new manuscript?”

“Not today, though, shame.”

Isaac hummed, moving past Arthur to reach for the powdered chocolate malt stashed in the cabinet. “I actually read some of your novels, you know. They’re not bad.”

Arthur cocked a brow at this, leaning on one side of his body as if he was a seesaw. “Oh?”

Isaac did not have a lot of pride, but he wouldn’t lie. “Yeah. I can see why you’d want to be a doctor.” Hm. Vincent wants it with milk, if I remember correctly...

“Pray tell,” There was a Cheshire grin playing on his lips, and try as he might, he couldn’t truly wish for Napoleon to kiss those lips of him to shut him up. The thought made him feel itchy again. 

“The line of reasoning you use to explain things for your mystery novels,” he started, putting in three spoonfuls of the chocolatey goodness into the mug. Vincent’s had some dabs of yellow and blue paint on them, so it was hard to mix them up. “They’re a bit similar in how you would diagnose a patient. You take a glance at them, try to infer their history and habits, and then you would investigate further for a diagnosis. I think it’s quite…” Isaac hesitated—not because Arthur was undeserving, but it was the first time he recalled ever talking to him in this manner. “...Brilliant. You are, that is,” Isaac finished, pouring some hot water into Vincent’s mug as he stirred it. Saucer, saucer...

Was it the trick of the light? As Isaac reached for the saucers behind Arthur, he swore it  looked as if he was blushing, the light dusting of embers on his cheeks as if the light above them both were a fire. Isaac took a sip of his own mug of chocolate, peering at Arthur all the while. He breathed in, steeled himself. “As I am a scientist, allow me to hypothesize, instead of deduct.”

His flustered British counterpart seemed all too accepting of the offer. Strange. It wasn’t normal for Isaac to be the one in this position. Isaac stifled a sigh. How he wished the night would last indeed… “You usually stay up late writing for your books, but I haven’t heard you write anything for the past week when I walked by your room.”

When Arthur was silent, Isaac continued. “You only use about two spoonfuls of coffee beans when you make coffee, but even factoring the fact that Theodorus and Mozart drink coffee, the amount seems to be decreasing exponentially, instead of it’s usual rate.”

Isaac eyed the ticking clock on the wall. 5:40 AM. It was nearly sunrise, and he was sure Vincent was painting without a care in the world. “Thirdly, your clothes smell like paint sometimes.” This final proof put the fire in Arthur’s face again. Isaac offered his hand that held Vincent’s mug and saucer. “It’s almost sunrise. Go bring this to him.” 

Arthur took the mug and saucer with a dumbfounded look, and Isaac savored that look for a while, knowing it was as rare as a blue moon. Feeling awkward, Isaac took his mug of hot chocolate, and walked away. He stopped at the entrance of the kitchen and glanced at the witless, silent mystery writer. Take that. Maybe he was good at this comeback thing after all. “Well… just pretend you didn’t see me, I guess.” He wasn’t good at lying, so feigning ignorance was the best he could do. 

When he turned, Arthur’s voice stopped him. “I have a deduction.”

Isaac turned his heel, looking at Arthur, and took a sip of his hot chocolate. It had gotten slightly cold. “Yeah?”

“You’re in love with Napoleon.”

“Wha—” He choked, searching for the right words. What the hell was he supposed to say to that? He didn’t even allow him the slightest shred of decency or subtlety! After he was so gracious in merely insinuating his crush towards Vincent! “You—”

Arthur grinned his cocksure smile, and Isaac truly wished Theodorus was here to punch him in the face. This blathering, insensitive, witless, shameless, atrocious man! “Your face tells it all. You should never become a detective.”

“I don’t—” Isaac said, and then sighed when Arthur kept a level stare, his blue eyes like discerning glass looking through him. Isaac put down the mug of hot chocolate on the counter and then sank his face into his hands in embarrassment, bracing himself for the teasing laugh from Arthur. He hated that. “Was it that obvious?”

As if to apologise for his sudden declaration (which may or may not be truth), Arthur hummed, taking his time. “Not really. It shows on your face, though.” He put down Vincent’s mug, leaning his elbow on the counter.

He lowered his hands—eyes still averted from Arthur’s gaze, and chuckled bitterly. “What? Do I look like I’m researching him or something?” That was usually the case with whatever held his interest, whether it be astrology, chemical compounds, physics problems that seemed impossible at  first, and then revealed themselves to him, like a magician that made a one second mistake in the sleight of his hand, and Isaac began to understand. He wasn’t that self-aware of his own expressions, only the things he’s said. And he’s positively sure he’s never spoken of Napoleon in an intimate manner, much less romantic.

“No, not at all. In fact, it’s the opposite.”

Isaac scrunched his brows. “The opposite of love is hatred.” 

Arthur laughed, and Isaac just tried to be patient with that. “Not at all, chap. I’m saying—when you’re with him, you don’t try to… dissect him, and whatnot. Your love for him makes you human. There’s no glaze in your eyes when you understand something, no foaming at the mouth when you don’t. You’re just…” Arthur stretched his arms wide. “Here. With us, on the ground.” The mystical way Arthur said it made it sound like the kitchen was the entirety of the world. It might as well could’ve been. Arthur was quiet, and his gaze returned to Vincent’s paint blotched mug. “He makes you feel alive, doesn’t he? Like you’re here.”

Isaac stared into the small waves the water made when he nudged his own mug. “Yeah. Yeah, he does.”

“Then that’s that,” Arthur said, grabbing Vincent’s mug as he patted Isaac on the shoulder. For once in his life, Isaac didn’t shudder when Arthur winked at him. “Good luck,” he said, and left the kitchen. Probably to Vincent’s room. 

Isaac sighed. Right then. If Arthur could do it, then he could at least try. He brought the cup of hot chocolate with him and knocked at Napoleon’s door, knowing full well that he would be asleep, and that he would try to kiss him again.

His chest itched, but he didn’t bother to question it this time.

[alloveroliver]

Seth x MC “After The Battle Was Won” HC

Fluff; Seth Hyde

Vampire AU Kink: Vampire Bites WC:1,845 TW: Blood

Ikemen Revolution Headcannon

-He had been watching Alice from afar since she entered the party hall. The black army hosted as a celebration for their recent win on the front lines. -The way she smiled and greeted everyone made his heart sore. She would soon greet him the same way and the excitement to speak to her was almost too much. He felt giddy like a teenager as he smiled in her direction. -The drink he was sipping on was typically his favorite, however, after the recent battle everything that past his tongue seemed bland. He continued to drink his beverage, hoping to still gain some level of tipsy before his heart raced away with the thought of her. -His posture straighten when she neared, greeting the group next to him. His head swam for a moment, hearing his heavy heartbeat pounding in his ears. He blinked, not realizing the room had gone dim in his vision. -Seth leaned back up against the wall, rubbing his brow with two fingers. He didn’t hear her call at first, in fact, he didn’t hear her the first three times. -Alice jostled him, bringing his mind back into the room. He blinked at her before regaining his faculties.“Oh! Hello there, Alice! You look ever so lovely this evening.” He beamed the biggest smile he could muster. -”Hey, Seth! Listen, are you okay? You looked dizzy for a moment. Almost as if you were going to pass out.” She rubbed his arm, sending sparks of electricity through his skin. -”Never better, actually.” It was true, Seth seemed to have recovered tenfold form just a moment ago. Alice didn’t look convinced and hooked her arm around his. -”I think you should go lay down at least. You’re worrying me.” She tugged his arm, bringing him with her through the door.

-His heart stopped, or was it his nerves? Either way he watched as the dim light in the halls shone brighter somehow, and the cool air of the hall become comfortable on his skin. -”There is something I wanted to talk to you about, Alice.” He stated as she opened his bedroom door. -”Let's get you seated first.” She replied, helping him over to the couch, and placing him down onto the cushion. Seth’s head jerked towards the window, hearing laughter from afar… or was it near? -He shook his head to get rid of the noise. Grateful for the moment alone with her, he scooted closer. His hand locked with hers like he had done in a friendly manner many times. Except, this time he hoped to convey his true feelings as his thumb caressed her knuckles. -”Okay, now what did you want to talk about?” Her cheery smile soothed him. The sound of her heart rate picking up at the slightest touch gave him the confidence to press on. -He didn’t stop to think how he could hear her heart rate so loudly, but his nervousness was jumbling his thoughts. “Alice, I…” Her cheeks tinted pink and lips parted. -Seth could feel the blood pumping in her hand right under his thumb. He froze, suddenly aware that he hadn’t had a proper meal in many days. Since the battle where he was injured by that maniac that bit him, he wasn't able to stomach anything substantial. -He was starving. However, he wanted to convey to her his emotions before this moment become fleeting. -”My dear, Alice. I’ve been watching you from the start.” He leaned towards her, taking his free hand and carding it through her long hair. She remained silent, but her heart rate became deafening in the small room. -Seth took this as a good sign. She wouldn’t be so worked up if she didn’t have feelings for him too, right? He continued his speech. “Over time, I think my care for you transformed into something more. Alice, I fell for you.” -He laughed inwardly at the absurdity of his feelings. She would never be with a man like him, someone that has done so many terrible things. Yet, here he was pouring his heart out to her anyway. -”Seth,” She breathed his name. The way her tongue touched the tip of her teeth as she drew out the last syllable sent a burning desire through him. She moved closer to him, legs touching as she continued. “I too have feelings for you…” -Relief washed over him, his shoulders relaxed in a slump. Yet, reservations began to prickle at the corners of his mind. He shouldn’t be doing this, there are plenty of other men around that aren't as dangerous as him. -His smile dropped, moving his hand to her cheek. “I should tell you, I’m not the best man for you.” His chest went numb. He wanted to be honest with her and allow her to make decisions for herself. -”I disagree, you’re an amazing man.” Her cheek grew warmer under his palm. -“You’re all I’ve ever wanted” Reassuring her, his thumb slid over the warm supple skin as her blush deepened. -Something in the back of his mind switched but he barely noticed. It made his senses heighten and Seth was pretty sure this was how it felt to be in love. -She moved towards him and his mind went blank. He reciprocated, moving closer to her in a daze. She was magnificently beautiful to him. Her hair glowed in the light of the moon and her eyes were wide with anticipation. -He moved his hand to the back of her head, cradling her as he pulled her closer to him. His nose brushed hers, turning his head to her. -Their lips met in a hard kiss, firmly pressed together by force from both of them. She clamored for his jacket, pulling him in. Seth’s lips moved with hers, his tongue dipping into her mouth ever so slightly before tracing her bottom lip. -He nibbled her plump lip, biting a little too hard. “So- sorry!” He breathed, moving his head to the other side and kissing her again. She hummed an answer as if she wasn’t concerned. -Their kiss deepened, hands moving over one another in a desperate attempt to become closer. Her heart rate was deafening in his ears, louder than anything he's ever heard before. Yet, it wasn’t a painfully loud. -Instead, her heart rate became something of a rhythm. Like the sound of drums pounding in perfect sync. He stilled on her lips, listening to the enticing beat. It hypnotized him in a way, making him want to hear more. It was the soundtrack of her desire and he needed to be closer. -He kissed the corner of her mouth, then her cheek. Her arms wrapped around his neck pushing his hair behind his back. He kissed her jaw, licking it delicately. Her ear was next, nipping lightly at the lobe he listened for her sigh. -She moved closer to him and Seth helped her into his lap. His lips were on her neck, leaving wet kisses behind. Her legs lay over his side, and her chest pressed up against his own. -The beat became louder in his ears, her heart pulsing faster and faster. He let out a groan, sucking the flesh under her ear. Leaving the skin with an audible pop, he pressed another kiss towards her shoulder. -This desire to sink his teeth in as he gave her a hickey became overwhelming. His teeth dented her skin, then he backed off. “Is this okay?” He whispered into her ear. -A chill shot through her, and she nodded. “I don’t mind marks. It’s fine.” Even though they were alone, they kept their voices low. -Another thought tickled his mind, but he shoved it away. ‘Only soft bites.’ He told himself, leaving yet another hickey on her neck. Her gasps of relief as he left her wounded skin made him eager for more. -This time, his teeth sank in further despite his warning to himself. She groaned as he fully bit her neck. He tried to let up urging everything in him to move a muscle away from her. -He was hurting her by now, he knew it. Yet, he couldn't stop himself. Harder and harder he bit, but he couldn't disengage his jaw from her supple neck. Her vein below his lip throbbed enticingly, putting him further into a trance. -”Seth!” She cried out to him. He heard her plea but, he didn’t let up as his bite began to break the skin. “Seth! That actually hurts!” She wailed. -Something inside of him triggered, and he knew what to do. Sharp fangs took the shape of his canines. Slowly, he hit the vein with the newly formed teeth making her immediately agreeable. -Something about his teeth piercing her put her mind at ease. She hugged him to her once more, sighing as she did. -After the vein was cut he froze, inside his mind, he screamed to stop. Wondering to himself what he was doing. But then he tasted it, the blood, and every warning bell shut off at once. -The liquid coated his tongue tasting like a cold glass of water on a sweltering day. His stomach roared in hunger as he eagerly swallowed her life essence down his parched throat. -”Mmm,” He groaned when her heart rate increased, flooding his mouth with more satiating blood than before. “Don’t stop” She moaned. -How could he? He finally found what he had been missing all this time. Trying to eat the food that tasted no better than bland tissue paper, to this. Delicious and satisfying essence that could only be described as blissfully intoxicating. -Something in the back of his consciousness rattled him. He paid it no mind until the voice grew annoyingly loud. ‘Stop!’ It was him, his own words echoed inside his mind. -Seth let up abruptly, watching small beads of blood trickle down her neck. He licked the steady stream, then licked the wound holding himself back from taking another sip. -He moved to face her, clarity wafting over both of their faces. “What… just happened.” She cleared her throat, rubbing the now healed bite Seth drank from. -”I apologize, I don’t know what came over me.” He didn’t, yet it seemed like the most natural thing in the world now. -”Could magic have done this to you?” She asked, wiping her blood from his bottom lip. Seth sucked her coated thumb, licking at the digit until it was clean again. He ran his tongue along his lips to make sure he didn’t waste a drop of her. -”My dear, anything is possible.” .

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Thank you, @melodyseinaotonia for the request!

I've never gotten an AU HC before, but this was cool XD ty.

Also, my HC came out like a fic lmao. Sorry, I didn’t do the other suitor as well, this one came out far too long to do two people.

Masterlist // Kofi <3 // Ao3

[ikemen-obssessed]

‘(Not so)quiet desire’

Well shit I thought I wouldn’t be writing anything besides fluff but well done Hafsah hope you’re proud of yourself (I might be just a leeewil tiny bit)

Jonah x MC

Written by: @ikemen-obssessed

Rating: idek.

It was nearly time for her to go back to the Land of Reason. It was already her 28th day in Cradle and she was close to leaving him here. Without knowing the constant battles in his mind, and he was unsure whether he should tell her or not. Unfortunately for him, as strong as your will is, your heart is always stronger at least that’s what I think, pls don’t kill me for it

It was the night of the annual ball in the Red Army Headquarters. As much as he tried, he couldn’t tear his gaze away from her; which she was thankfully quite oblivious to, this being her first ball and all. To her carefully braided golden hair to her deep sapphire dress that reflected the endless sea of wonder in her eyes, everything about her was perfect. He felt entranced by her beauty, and yet he felt that he would quite happily remain that way. Unfortunately, reality definitely didn’t seem to agree with him.

For once, no one had seemed to want this years excuse for the absence of Lancelot’s partner. Instead, all eyes were on the two of them throughout most of the night. But they didn’t even realise it; they were too distracted by their desperate need for each other. And everyone except for the two of them could see it, blinded by their own uncontrollable desires. And of course Edgar couldn’t sit around watching this, knowing fully well where this would end up Edgar’s always the heaven sent angel in my writings wtff

“Kyle” Edgar retreated to where Kyle, Zero and Lancelot were all silently watching Jonah and Y/N. His voice was a husky whisper, just about audible to the currently drunk doctor

“Yesh?” yup, perfect. His tongue rolled against the roof of his mouth as he spoke, showing how much he already had to drink within the last few minutes.

“I’m guessing you know what’s going on between Jonah and Alice by now?”

Kyle and Lancelot both gave him a lazy yet knowing smile. Zero, on the other hand looked completely baffled

“Edgar, what’s going on between the two of them? I mean, it’s good that they’re so close, but why do those two get lost in their own world? I mean, they’re still doing it right now” he let out an exhausted sigh, the confusion finally effecting him.

“My dear protege, you’ll figure it out soon enough. Probably before they do if we don’t help them. Kyle, I need you to drink more—“

“You don’t gotta tell me twice!” And with that Kyle tripped over his own feet in a rush to get to the snow white tablecloth which was covered by glasses full of beer.

“Well, that’s the distraction sorted. King Lancelot, I trust you and Zero can handle the rest of the soldiers. Make sure no one notices Jonah and Alice, okay? Otherwise this won’t end well. And I think I’m gonna shove some ear buds permanently in all of our ears if Jonah shouts at us for being amazing friends again” and with that he disappeared into the dark of the night, reappearing behind the chairs where the two clueless soon to be lovers were. 

“I’ll never learn my lessons whenever i listen to him. But just for their sake, this time” Zero ranted to himself exactly what Lancelot was thinking. And if he wasn’t concerned with the best order he had been given, Kyle would’ve been saying (most likely slurring) the same thing.

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The sound of their heavy footsteps echoed as Jonah and Y/N silently walked down the empty hallway, in the direction of Jonah’s room. For what, they didn’t know, which left a weird tension hanging in the air.

“Jonah, I left something in your room. But you can only find it if Alice comes with you.” And with that he left the two of them alone as he gave some sort of signal to Lancelot and Zero, who were in the middle of their own converastions with the other soldiers.

And they both knew fully well that whatever he was doing, it was best to just go with Edgar.

Jonah didn’t want to waste these moments with her. She would be leaving him in just less than two days now. He wanted to make as many memories as he could, to remind him of the times that he would look back on when she eventually left.

“So.... the full moon’s only a day away now. I hope you’ve packed?” he sounded as awkward as he looked as he gathered the courage to raise his voice

“Actually,” she turned her face towards him, her bright eyes swimming with a quiet joy as she looked at him until she realised what he was getting at. How he wished she would like that for him, every minute of everyday he did. “I forgot about that. I should really start packing, and I know this sounds weird but it feels like something’s telling me not to” as odd as he thought this was, he was elated to find that she was comfortable enough to confide with him, not the other officers. He tried his best to hide the wave of emotions he felt, but as usual his efforts were in vain. However, his attempts at being contrary only made her love him even more. Except she was slightly better at hiding these feelings from Jonah than he was. But then again it doesn’t take much to trick Jonah.

Jonah let out a resigned sigh, clearly annoyed with himself for bringing up the topic 

“Y/N, you can’t take this as a joke. If you miss this chance, you’ll be stuck here for another month. And I distinctly remember that old rabbit saying that all you want is to go home. So don’t go throwing away your wishes for something as foolish as laziness” despite the lecture she was getting, her eyes were looking past Jonah like she wasn’t getting what he was saying. Like she had already been told the same thing over and over

“Jonah..” her voice was a hushed whisper,  and he could barely hear her even though the corridor was completely empty.

“What-- what if I told you....” she took in a deep breath of air before continuing, her eyes lowered to the scarlet carpet they were walking on, “that i wanted to stay here?”

He stopped in the middle of the corridor, his amber eyes burning, mixed with lust and an edge of sadness. She stopped as well, turning towards him with a slightly shook face at his action, her eyes finally looking back at his, reflecting exactly what he was feeling

Without warning, he grabbed her wrists, pinning her between the wall and his chest, his hard grip on her suddenly loosening as he lifted her arms above her head, his face pressed against her neck, his breathing heavy and ragged.

“Stop giving me hope. Its too much” he mumbled as his mouth found the tender flesh just above her collarbone.

Her skin felt like it was on fire, her legs weakening as his burning lips traced patterns across her collarbone, his tongue flicking in and out as they moved towards her chest.

“Mmm.... Jonah” she managed to say his name before his lips covered hers, the kiss desperate and needy. He swallowed her moans, and her his as his tongue took advantage of her open mouth and delved into her mouth, twining with her own tongue and sending shivers down her spine, her body overwhelmed by pleasure it knew not. She wanted to melt into him, entirely undone by Jonah’s unbearable heat as he finally removed his lips, the swift absence like a physical ache.

“Please... I know i can’t have you. But let me do this. At least once” the apologetic look in his eyes was too much as she noticed the glistening of unshed tears within them.

“But, Jonah--” and once again she forgot what she was about to say as his hands tenderly cupped her cheeks, forcing her to turn his way.

“Y/N, i know what you’re trying to say, but i couldn’t help myself. And there’s really no point turning back now.” she could hear the silent apology his voice wouldn’t give. She could see it in those passionate eyes that she loved to loose herself in.

His warm hands were a contrast to the cool night air as he gently stroked her cheeks, seeming to act like he could brake them if he wasn’t careful. He showered her with kisses, first on each cheek, then his lips travelled lower, trailing kisses along the smooth skin of her neck, his lips as fiery as his hungry eyes.

He knew they could be caught at any moment. But he still couldn’t get himself to stop, so instead he tugged at her wrists and detached himself from her neck, running towards her bedroom. Or his. He couldn’t remember which was closer, and he didn’t really care either.

As soon as he had shut the doors, he was back on her neck in an instant, the heat of his lips expressing the urgency he was feeling.

“Jonah...ahhh....more please....i want...more” she moaned in between his intense kisses.

At this, his face was immediately in front of hers. He was so close that she could taste his breath as their pants mingled in the air..

“Y/N... why would you say that you wanted to stay? You said that nothing would change your mind about leaving Cradle” his eyes showed the loneliness he was feeling as he said so, and her heart felt like it would break if he didn’t stop looking at her that way.

“Jonah. I’ve been trying to tell you...” her voice trailed off as she tried to find the right words, and he couldn’t take any more of that awkward silence.

“If you’re not going to tell me, then let me tell you that---” his husky voice was cut off by hers once again.

“Look, I have feelings for you, okay?!” the words weren’t even out of her mouth before she hooked her arms behind his neck and pressed her face on his, her lips even more urgent and wanton than his as he fell against the bed with her body falling on top of his. They were in for one hell of a night.

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you can feel my desperation for Jonah in this lol

[yujachachacha]

Predictions for the Angel set (and future sets)

Disclaimer - I’m no SIF expert, so none of these predictions are 100% guaranteed to come true. I’m just simply a noob at SIF who fell so in love with the new Aqours Angel set on JPSIF that I tried my hand at predicting how the cards would be distributed in the second half of the set (mainly focused on the UR and SSR, since that’s what most people are interested in).

In summary:

Riko’s partner UR will probably be a Cool attribute Mari, but a Cool or Smile attribute Yoshiko isn’t impossible.

Kanan’s partner SSR will be either Chika or Maru, assuming that Mari does become the next UR. Possibly a Smile or Cool card, leaning towards Smile based on my gut feeling. Honestly, anything is fair game because this SSR Kanan is the start of a new rotation.

Yoshiko is going to be an SR for the Angel set.

The next set’s URs will likely be a Smile UR You paired with either a Pure UR Chika or Cool UR Ruby. My personal bias wants the former to happen, but instinct tells me that the latter is more probable. Anyways, CYaRon! hype~ :D

It’s likely that either Yoshiko or Mari (or possibly both) will be the next set’s SSR, as they’ve gone the longest without a new one.

The set after that will probably include a Smile UR Kanan, paired with whoever didn’t get picked in the previous set with You.

Detailed analysis under the cut, because whoa this got really long.

UR prediction

First off, here’s what we know about the Angel set:

Riko is a pure UR

Kanan is a pure SSR

Dia, You, and Ruby are SRs

This leaves our suspects as Chika, Maru, Yoshiko, and Mari.

We can narrow down this list by drawing up a chart of the known UR pairs for Aqours. Right-click and open the image in a new tab if you’re having trouble reading it; alternatively, try this link.

Two notes about this chart:

It’s filled in with “Set Name / Attribute / Release Date”. The “>> Attr/Date” in the table heading means that the attributes and release dates are read by the row at the top. For example, the “Cheer Girl / Cool / (14 Nov ’16)” label near the top left belongs to Chika, not Riko. So each column contains that girl’s URs, and each row would be their partner URs.

As noted at the top, in addition to what’s included in the chart, ChikaRikoYou had Initial URs in their main attribute released on 05 Jul ’16. So even though it looks like the 2nd years only have 1 UR each from the chart, they actually have 2.

Other than that, the chart is pretty straightforward. Riko’s not on the chart yet because her pair is unconfirmed, so just imagine there’s a label for “Angel / Pure / 30 Apr ‘17” hovering somewhere in Riko’s column.

So, what does this chart tell us? Since Maru was the previous UR, we can cross her off the list for this set. Chika’s also out because she’s already been paired with Riko for a previous set, plus her next UR will be of the Pure attribute (since her previous UR was Cool, and her Initial UR was Smile). Although the Halloween set did have a Cool/Cool UR Pair, that was because Yoshiko and Dia needed to have their first URs in their main attribute, and Dia was pretty much guaranteed to be Yoshiko’s partner UR at that point. I highly doubt that SIF would do another same-attribute pair unless they royally screwed up the rotation somehow.

So, our list is now: Chika, Maru, Yoshiko, and Mari. Let’s see the arguments for and against each of these remaining gals.

Arguments for a Mari UR

Mari, Kanan, Ruby, You, and Chika have yet to receive their third UR - refer to the chart above. As stated before, Kanan, Ruby, and You are immediately out of the running for getting a UR now since they’re already in this set, and Chika’s also out because she’s already been paired with Riko for a previous set. This leave Mari as pretty much the main candidate for an upcoming UR. Plus, it’d be really weird for Yoshiko to receive her fourth UR before everyone got their third UR, so that’s another point for Mari.

Furthermore, Yoshiko was a UR in the previous set, so it’d be a mere 1.5 months after Yoshiko got a UR versus 3 months for Mari (though 3 months is nothing compared to how long Hanayo had to wait for hers, lol). This reason is pretty much the main argument against a Yoshiko UR in this set.

On the other hand, for both this point and the previous point, SIF has done some weird things with the set rotations lately, so it’s possible that Mari could be skipped this time and that Yoshiko could get URs in two consecutive sets. Not probable, but certainly not impossible either.

Finally, there’s the purple flower in Riko’s unidolized illustration:

It might be a bit petty to go off of image colors, but it’s still something.

Arguments for a Yoshiko UR

The Little Demon mark in the book next to Riko in her unidolized form is the strongest argument for a Yoshiko UR. However, this could be a red herring, as pointed out by /u/ReverentRevenant on Reddit:

Umi’s unidolized form in her September UR had her holding a Honoka balloon, even though that set ended up being a KotoUmi pair. It could be that Yoshiko’s mark is in the book just as a “let’s have everyone in Guilty Kiss be represented in the Angel URs because they’re the little demon subunit and it’d be hella funny lmao” thing. Also, the flowers in Riko’s card are colored pink, purple, and white - the image colors of the Guilty Kiss members. Could be a coincidence (they’re matching colors that fit with the blue/purple theme of the set), but it could also be reinforcing the idea of a trio being represented as a whole here.

On the other hand, the blue feather in Riko’s idolized card could possibly be a reference to the feather that Yoshiko often sticks in her side bun:

In addition, the irony of Yoshiko being the UR for the “Angel” set would be fantastic. Though, it’s a bit of a bummer that they couldn’t save this set for a Youhane UR pair, just for the reference to the “You and Angel” pic in the S1 ending.

There’s also a small point that could be made for Yoshiko getting a Smile UR for this set. Neither of the previous set’s URs were of the Smile attribute, and while it’s not unheard of for an attribute to be skipped for a little bit, at the very least it would make sense for one to be released soon. Since Mari’s next UR is pretty much guaranteed to be a Cool attribute card, Yoshiko could fill in the gap here.

However, a counterargument to this would be that a Smile UR could certainly be delayed until the set after this one. As stated before, Mari, Chika, You, Kanan, and Ruby need their third URs - and based on the tricolor rotation, the URs would be a Cool Mari, Pure Chika, Smile You, Smile Kanan, and Cool Ruby. For the next set in particular, You and Chika are likely candidates, since they haven’t gotten a new UR since November 2016.

Since You has not just one, but two pressing reasons for receiving a UR (having waited a long time for a new UR + a Smile card being needed for the rotation), You will probably show up as a Smile UR in the next set. This would eliminate the immediate need for a Smile UR in the Angel set, so...I basically spent two paragraphs arguing with myself for nothing. _(:3 」∠)_ At least I ended up with a prediction for a future set.

But while I’m on the subject of future sets, I’ll add that since a Smile UR You is pretty much guaranteed to come up soon, the set after that (i.e. the second set after the Angel set) will probably have a Smile UR Kanan paired with whoever didn’t end up as the UR in You’s set. Though Kanan did recently get a UR, she does need her third UR after all, so I’m thinking that we’ll probably see her pop up sometime on June 30 or July 15. That’s about a 4 month wait after the Job set UR - seeing as Mari’s only had 3 months in between her last UR and her potential upcoming UR, that actually makes Kanan’s recent UR not-so-recent after all.

As for who is going to be that UR with You, it’s honestly a toss-up between a Pure Chika or Cool Ruby (but if Mari doesn’t get to be the Angel set UR for some strange reason, I’d bet on her being in the pair here instead). Chika’s gone the longest without a UR so a ChikaYou UR pair is possible. And if this UR pair did happen after the Angel set, which has already given me heart attacks with only half of the collection out, I’d probably seriously keel over from having two sets I’d love in a row.

However, we did get a ChikaYou SSR pair during the Valentine’s set, and Chika’s previous pair was with Riko, so it would be kinda boring to see Chika constantly being paired with only the 2nd years. Also, it’d be kinda cool to see a ChiKanan UR pair a month before their duo CD drops. :) Like I said, either a YouChika or YouRuby UR pair is possible, but my gut tells me that the latter is probably gonna happen. It’d be funny if it did end up happening this way though, since You was previously paired with Maru for a UR. Is ikemen You planning on hitting on all of the first-years for her first URs? :3c

Anyways, because of the unlikeliness of Yoshiko getting another UR so soon and Mari needing her third UR, I predict that the second Angel set UR will be a Cool attribute Mari.

SSR prediction

Before I do anything here, let’s just take a moment to admire the fact that Kanan looks like an absolute goddess in her unidolized card:

She looks like she’s holding the goddamn moon, oh my god she’s gorgeous. RIP the wallets of the Kanan fans in JPSIF for having an event SR, Job set UR, Animal set SSR, and now a second SSR in a row.

...all right, back on topic. Here’s a chart of all the known SSR pairs. Right-click and open the image in a new tab if you’re having trouble reading it; alternatively, try this link.

The same notes about how to read the UR chart apply here, except that instead of just ChikaRikoYou having an Initial set, it’s all of the girls. This means that everyone in Aqours has SSRs in all three attributes - which might explain why Kanan has received another SSR after she just got one in the previous set. The SSR cycle has reset! Also, Kanan’s not on the chart yet because her pair is unconfirmed, so imagine a “Angel / Pure / 30 Apr ‘17” label for her column.

The candidates for Kanan’s partner SSR are the same as Riko’s initial list for her partner UR: Chika, Maru, Yoshiko, and Mari.

Let’s use the chart to eliminate this further - Yoshiko was the SSR pair with Kanan in the Christmas set, so she’s out. If we assume that Mari’s the UR for this set, then that leaves us with either Chika or Maru.

By the way, since Yoshiko is certainly not an SSR for this set, and is unlikely to be a UR, that would make her an SR in the Angel set. Goodbye, Angel set UR+SSR Guilty Kiss dream. :’)

Because the SSR rotation has reset, to be quite honest, either Chika or Maru are fair game, so that’s pretty much where I’m ending with my prediction. Well, there’s the small chance that Yoshiko could end up as the UR, in which case I’d put my money on Mari being the SSR instead, but again, we’re assuming that this will probably not happen. Anyways, you could argue that Maru got an SSR more recently so Chika could potentially be the SSR now, but new rotations tend to not care about things like that.

As for the attribute...well, again, anything could work. I’ll cautiously say that we should expect a Smile SSR first, based on Ruby being the only Smile card in the set so far and neither UR being of the Smile attribute. I wouldn’t be shocked if it ended up being a Cool SSR, since both Chika and Maru are Smile attribute gals and it’d be kinda boring to cycle back to their main attribute. We could tentatively guess that a Pure SSR is highly unlikely, since that’s Kanan’s SSR attribute in this set. However, it’s not unheard of for there to be a same-attribute SSR pair (see the aforementioned YohaKanan Christmas SSRs), so again, it’s anyone’s guess here.

For predictions on SSRs in the sets after the Angel set...well, I can’t say much about attributes nor members (other than “Kanan’s not gonna get another Pure SSR for a while now” lol), because again, new rotation. A wild guess I could make, however, is that either Yoshiko or Mari will get to be the SSR for the next set. I had previously considered both of them as “one of them is going to be the UR, and the other is definitely gonna be the SSR” until I realized that Yoshiko has already been SSR-paired with Kanan. Neither of them are eligible for this set, but out of all of the members, they’ve gone the longest without a new SSR - like ChikaYou, they’ve yet to receive one in 2017 (though for Yoshiko and Mari, their last releases were in December rather than November 2016).

Because both of them have waited for so long, it’s possible that both Yoshiko and Mari will be featured as SSRs in the next set, since they’ve yet to be paired as SSRs. However, nothing really can be said for certain due to the fresh rotation, so at the very least, one of these two will get a new SSR after the Angel set.

All right, I’m done embarrassing myself by making predictions based on my limited experience in the game, go have fun playing SIF y’all. ( ≖_≖)ﻭ ✧

tl;dr for my predictions: Just go back to the top of the post, it’s all up there lol.

[furederiko]

Don't worry, this is not an April Fools post...

I actually wanted to post a review or two for the start of April. After all, April means Spring, and Spring means time to stand up and do something good, right? Even if it's something small... Ahahahaha. But since I'm once again caught in a writer's block while being under the weather (lame excuse, huh? XD), I've decided to publish this quick post instead. Namely, sharing my WATCH-LIST PLAN for the Spring Season of 2017! Here they are in alphabetical order, with a quick (subjective) reasonings to why they are on the list:

- "Kabuki-bu!" It's a show about Kabuki, but more importantly because CLAMP is doing the character design. Those are the sole reasons, really. But perhaps my inner fondness towards Japanese culture is the actual key of interest to this ikemen-induced show. Who knows? This could end up as a pleasant surprise, much like what "Shouwa Genroku Rakugo Shinjuu" series has managed to accomplish. I guess I'll just have to wait and see if that's the case, when it arrives on April 6th. - "KiraKira Precure À La Mode" Yes, years after dropping "Smile Precure", I'm finally back with the Precure series. My desire and craving for swee... I mean, pâtisserie might play a huge role in giving this season a chance. Not to mention, the character designs succeeded to impress me from the very beginning. Besides, this season somehow reminds me of "Motto! Ojamajou Doremi", whether in characterizations nor plot, which was even more obvious with the debut of "KiraKira Pâtisserie" in episode 8. The good news is, it's only 8 episodes so far, but I'm enjoying every episode, and the story starts to get more interesting as well. I'm not dropping this anytime soon! Seriously though, I think TOEI is on the roll this year.... - "Kamen Rider Amazons" Season 2 I'm not following "Kamen Rider Ex-Aid" because I still can't get over the mashup theme and design. But I'll definitely check out the 2nd season of Amazons when it premieres on April 7th. I have to admit, I'm not too keen on the new season's plot that somehow leans towards romance. But I have doubts with the previous one, and it ended up better than I expected. Beside, I'm also curious to see how the previous two Amazon Riders will play out in this story. So yeah, here's hoping it will be able to replicate similar if not better result. - "Kyoukai no Rinne" Season 3 New season is set to begin airing on April 9th! Having been a fan of the manga series, and also to certain extent the anime (1st season was quite weak, but 2nd was a major improvement), I would be crazy to be missing out on this Rumiko Takahashi story. There's an added bonus too with this season. Official localized version of the manga has only been released up to Volume 21 in my country, and I haven't even managed to read that one. Which means, yes... I will be jumping into this new season completely blind. That alone is enough to make me curious about my own response. LOL. - "Natsume Yuujinchou Roku" Roku means Six, so it's the 6th season! It's rare for me to follow a show that goes beyond 2-3 seasons, so this is one of those few exceptions. After all, when it comes to the adventure of Takashi Natsume and Nyanko-sensei, I simply unable to find any season that could be regarded as 'disappointing'. And that sentiment includes the 5th season, that for some reason came out of nowhere and abruptly ended as well. With the 5th exploring the private stories of its supporting cast, I can't help but wonder what kind of approach that the 6th will take on. All I can say, is that I can't wait for it to arrive on April 11th. - "Pocket Monsters Sun & Moon" Nope, you're not reading it wrong. Despite my initial reluctance, I DID end up following Satoshi's Alolan adventure. LOL. Sure, I'm still quite annoyed with the new character designs, and still think it should've been better. But in terms of story, this season somehow managed to impress me and made me curious to see more and more. Even if it's nothing but daily stories around the Pokemon School. It helps that the Alola region has amazing new and adorable Pokemons to begin with, but to be honest, it's Team Rocket who is stealing this season. When I ended up seeing the season, just so I can root for its supposed-antagonist character, that's saying much, right? LOL. - "Thunderbirds Are Go!" Season 2 I've been a fan of this surprisingly neat and addictive show since Season 1. Somehow, despite the series' scope and limitations, the writers were able to craft exciting and thrilling episodes. Season 2 in particular, has been generally more stellar than the previous. Right now, it is currently on a long-break after episode 13 was aired on December. This is nothing new for the ITV show, because the 1st season did exactly the same halfway through. There isn't any confirmation so far, but judging from the pattern, the second half of the season should continue airing this month. - "Uchu Sentai Kyuranger" This Star Wars-themed Super Sentai-season might be last on this list, but it's definitely sitting on top of my viewing priority. Why? Because it is simply fantastic, and undeniably awesome. The theme has so many potentials, and moreso, each and every characters are easily likeable. Eventhough I gave a rather lower score for last episode, that doesn't mean my interest has begun to fade. Nope, that's mainly due to the unnecessary crossover, which of course won't happen again in future episodes. In fact, this show might be primed to get even crazier, or at least more interesting. Especially with the official debut of new Kyurangers this month! Will the balance of the already-nine-members team be affected with an expanded cast? Let's tune in and find out...

Honorable Mentions: - Marvel's "Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D." If it wasn't for Robbie Reyes' Ghost Rider, I was so close on dropping the show. After a whole month of break, the 4th Season will proceed with its next and probably last arc, "The Framework" beginning on April 6th. It will bring back some familiar faces who have been given their swan songs in the previous seasons. So yeah, the twisted nostalgic vibe will be strong, and if this season ends up becoming the show's final (no renewal announced until May), then I hope it wraps up in a satisfying way. - Nickelodeon's "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" Season 5 I sort of have lost interest to this show thanks to the first half of Season 4, but with the assumption that the 5th would be the final season (though I doubt it, because Season 4 was said to be one before), I've decided to stick around for another one. Then again, whether or not it will get another renewal, this would totally be my last season. I don't know, perhaps I think it has overstayed its welcome?

Wow, who would've guessed this post would be this long. LOL. Anyway, some of the titles on this list are already airing, while the rest will begin in the upcoming days. For the record, the new ones are currently in a tentative-status. So whether I'll end up watching them or not, completely depends on the future situation. Heck, I might snatch another title to add to this list, if not replace some of them... nothing is set in stone. Then again, the point of this post is to share the PLAN after all. So putting aside future changes, my goal can be considered accomplished for now. See? Told you I'm not fooling anybody here... (^^)