#finally elio content!

[blank-house]

He really said >:3

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Surprise! Elio's sprite got a touch up! Part of me was thinking that between PJE, there was a lot of green happening that made Percy stand out too much. So we knocked Tozaki off the spotlight and gave Elio some loving!

And I'm really glad we did! I haven't stopped smiling looking at him. He's so boyfriend coded now somehow... *dreamy sigh*

The pins on his hat didn't survive though, but don't worry. He still collects them and treats them dearly ;u;

Oh and in case people didn't see it, we loved Sunny too much so we made it official as Summer MC's default name! Summer MC's still say the wildest shit even with such a cute name haha

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[vxnuslogy]

– rainswept sins, you're forgiven.

pairing: sunday x gn!reader

premise: in the presence of the harsh downpour of rain, you and sunday let it was away your past sins and learn how to finally forgive.

– warnings: slight angst if you squint.

– author's note: me when i get motivated to write when tiktok shows me random poetry and they remind me of sunday <3. if any of the hunters sees this, yes the title is intentional LMAOO. art credits to @.helen_zzhao. | 2.4k words.

what a dull day today was your first thought. here you were, stranded on the planet of mendasia after a mission, clutching your bag filled with exotic flower. the downpour of the rain was unrelenting as you heaved out a sigh. you’ve already sent a message in your group chat for someone to come pick you up after not heeding kafka’s warnings. even under the rain, the wasteland that was once graced by idrila, looked beautiful. still carrying that paradise people sang about in ballads. 

the sight reminded you of that fateful day of your aeon’s final departure.

you were taken back to the days where everything was simple. how you longed to watch the stars pass you by in a blur while adventuring. the golden ticket hidden in your breast pocket suddenly felt heavier than it should have. it was always like this; remembering was painful but you couldn’t bring yourself to forget.

“you’ll catch a cold, mx. [name].” the rain over your head ceased as the figure of a certain halovian came into view. he still had a soft smile on his face when the raindrops soaked his hair and wings. he looked more like a wet cat than an angel sent from above. speaking of wings, when you look up, a surge of pride washed over your heart when you saw his wings in their full glory.

“they’re beautiful…” you reply in a whisper. hand coming to smooth out the feathers and gliding over the golden exoskeleton you created after your last mission in the capital of passion. you don’t miss the slight shudder that went through him when your hand touched his feathers. “have they been serving you well?”

sunday stands beside you, shielding you away from the rain. his gloved hand tugging at your sleeve, pulling you closer to his side. “they have, thank you for creating them.”

you hum in response. pushing away your drenched hair, you soak in his new clothes. he still wore a black shirt with the same gold engravings of the order that’s layered with a white coat and a black corset hugging his abdomen with matching white pants and his usual shoes. when you peer over his shoulder you take notice of the small cape in dark blue. sunday cleared his throat after noticing your staring.

“miss kafka had them tailored for me,” he said, voice laced with shyness. “do they look strange?”

“you look beautiful in white.”

shocked and unprepared for your straightforwardness, sunday couldn’t help the flush that creeped up his cheeks and ears. wings flapping slightly in secret delight as he looked forward. a curled gloved hand hiding half of his face when he muttered a soft thank you. 

maybe your nostalgia was fueling your bravery. you weren’t this blunt and forward with your compliments to sunday’s beauty, but today you let yourself heave out a sigh in contentment. sunday was always a sight to behold, premium eye candy if you will. you stopped eyeing the man when your conversation with elio replayed in your mind.

“you cannot favor him over the rest, [name].” destiny’s slave said as he sat down behind his desk. 

“i’m not favoring him.” you weakly argued, taking the seat across from him. you had always teased his appearance for looking like a sickly victorian child in a pandemic, but you figured now was not a good time to joke.

the man sighed and leaned back on his chair. “what’s really bothering you, [name]?”

you pause for a moment before replying.

“maybe recruiting sunday was the wrong choice.” you don’t point out how his eyes widened. rarely do you question elio’s intentions of recruiting other hunters, he’s done you a big favor in the past and questioning him would be rather ungrateful. but still, you can’t help but let the monster in your heart claw at your ribs. “he doesn’t belong here.”

“and where do you suppose he will go? the express?”

you opened and closed your mouth, no reply leaving your lips as destiny’s slave sighed.

“you cannot project your wishes to be redeemed onto him.” he stands up with his arms crossed behind back. voice unwavering and so sure it left you looking down on your curled hands. feeling like a child being scolded for speaking out of turn. “you’ve made your choice. let him make his own.”

“mx. [name]?”

you snapped out of your flashback when sunday took hold of your shoulder. grip tight with concern and eyes furrowed with confusion. shaking your head you clutch your bag tighter and sigh for the nth time. “i’m sorry what were you saying?”

he pressed his lips to a thin line, letting his hand retreat to his side. “i said we should wait for the rain to stop before meeting with the others.”

oh, that’s right. sunday must have seen your message and came to pick you up. staring up at the sky, you try to predict how long you’ll be stranded under the rain with only his wing and being shielding you from the cold.

“is your wing tired yet?” you ask and look at him. “it might take a while before the rain stops.”

with a small smile he shook his head no. a chuckle leaving his lips when his hand came to fidget with his gold earring. a small habit you notice he’d do whenever he’s deep in thought. “don’t worry, this is a good form of exercise for me.”

you only hummed. eyes staring at your feet and the nearby puddles of water caused by the rain. 

“this reminds me of the time when you first found me.” sunday spoke, his voice laced with tenderness. 

you smile and chuckle. “i’m surprised you remember.”

he let out a snort and shrugged his shoulders. “well, it was quite memorable. i feel a couple hundred feet from the air and suddenly a black cat and its owner come to save me.”

“i take it this is your way of repaying the favor?” you jest.

“i suppose it is.”

as you both wait for the rain to stop, you take your time to reflect on how far you’ve gotten in your journey. you’ve changed, but you’re still the same person that boarded the train you didn’t even know existed. the same carelessness that landed you a quick scolding session from a higher being. the love for invention and taking pride when others use it. you still liked the conductor’s coffee over tea but drank it whenever kafka offered you a cup. you were still you after everything.

and sunday was the same. he was still a bit awkward with the others, but he didn’t completely avoid everyone anymore. he started joining everyone when eating and he still has that sacrificial mindset of his that lands him a chop to the head. and he still knew how to read everyone like a book.

“do you regret joining destiny’s slave?”

“there’s really no escaping you, is there?”

you reach out your hand to feel the rain under your skin. shoulders tensing when the cold drops felt more like bullets penetrating your skin. you ponder over the question in your head. you wonder what expression you were making for sunday to scoot just a tiny bit closer to you. a distance that far surpasses what he deems professional.

“just a bit.”

“pardon?”

“i regret it. but just a small smidget of it.” you take a deep breath and pull your hand back. taking out the golden ticket from your breast pocket, you stare at it with eyes filled with longing. “i miss akivili; more than i should.”

“akivili,” sunday mutters under his breath. “your aeon?”

you chuckle. “more than that. they were my family.”

turning the small ticket over, you see your name engraved in it with their handwriting. “they were my aeon. i never realized how much i devoted to them until i lost it all.”

this was why elio warned you to keep your head straight whenever it came to sunday. just like him, you were too devoted to a god that’s already long gone. the thought of akivili being dead often sent you spiraling into a hysterical fit of sadness. elio feared you would go out of your way to look into sunday’s methods on how to revive a fallen aeon.

“i never realized.” sunday murmurs, his molten gold eyes stared at the ticket with furrowed brows. “do the other hunters know?”

“just elio and kafka.” you flip the gold bar like a coin in your hands to distract yourself. “they were there when i went haywire and nearly got myself killed.” 

you feel sunday’s gaze bore a hole into the side of your head. “why didn’t you go back?”

that’s a good question, why didn’t you go back? it was obvious from the conductor’s anonymously sent letters and not to mention the missing posters of you plastered on the planets you’ve traveled to. the poor thing wanted nothing more than for you to come back, but you chose to become a slave to destiny instead. all because of your guilt and shame.

“elio often told me, “you love akivili too much” and i suppose he’s right,” you chuckle as you tuck the ticket back in your breast pocket. “i love them to death. and they’d be the only one to bring me back to life. they were my everything. and i killed them.”

“what?”

you turn to sunday, a bitter smile on your lips. “are you surprised?”

“i–” sunday paused, trying to piece his words together. “i don’t believe it.”

you sigh. “well, to say that i killed them wouldn’t be accurate. but still, the fact that i got them killed still remains.”

“surely there must be more to that story.” 

a chuckle left your lips. “i wish that were the case. but if i were to lay down the entire story, it all comes down to one thing.”

“and that is?”

“recklessness.”

you smile at sunday’s efforts at comforting you, but you didn’t like the frazzled look in his eyes. both pairs of his wings tense in an uncomfortable way it has you wincing. if you hadn't grazed your hand over his feathers he would’ve let them be tense the entire way back and you didn’t want that. you didn’t want to compromise his progress.

“do you think your a bad person, mx. [name]?” he asked. eyes trained on the tip of his shoes.

your hands pause their ministrations. caught off guard by his questions, your eyes widened as you looked at sunday. you notice the uncertainty in his eyes, the tension that started to build up on his shoulders, as if he’s bracing for a blow. the question isn’t unfamiliar, you often ask yourself after that particular mission and those conversations with elio. 

before you can respond, sunday lifts his gaze and meets yours. the same pool of gentleness you saw on the roof on your last mission. “i don’t think you are. i’ve seen firsthand on how much you care –about me and the others–how hard you try to keep everyone safe and on the right track.”

“do i now?” you jest with a tilt of your head.

sunday continues, his voice steady and sure. “everyone has their moments of regret. actions they wish to undo. but,” he takes a closer step to you and takes hold of your hand. “those moments don’t define your entirety. you taught me that, didn’t you?”

you think back on when you first met sunday as he rubbed circles on your knuckles. how he didn’t even want to eat the food you offered him in a fit of paranoia. the way he’d pace around the base at night because his past haunted his dreams. and the time when you sat him down after a nasty fall when he tried to take flight, a conversation of vulnerability that had him grimacing and hissing like a stray cat. 

“i did say that didn’t i.” you chuckle and close your eyes. the feeling of his spread wing encircled you in a slight hug, you didn’t even realize that the rain had died down to a soft drizzle.

“you told me that the mistakes i’ve made in the past shouldn’t chain me; that i’m free to move on from them. redemption isn’t a one-time thing; it’s a journey.”

you feel a lump in your throat form, voice cracking slightly. “and what if those moments have piled up to one giant mess that can be deemed unforgivable?”

“but i forgive you.”

his words hung in the air like a lifeline for you to grab. you look at sunday, truly look at him –not just a quick peek or glance. even when his bangs stuck to his forehead in the rain, you felt such a pull to his eyes that reminded you of the morning sun; the dawn you always looked forward to after a tough night. his eyes reflected the faith you’ve tried to show him when he first joined.

“sunday…” you start, but he only shakes his head.

“i forgive you, [name] –everyone has. i know you’re trying, and that means more than the mistakes you’ve made in the past.”

slight tears prick at the corner of your eyes as you lean your head on his chest. “and who gave you the right to forgive me huh? i know you haven’t forgiven yourself for what you’ve done back in penacony.”

“then i’ll repent,” his arm pulled you closer to his chest, his hand supporting the back of your head. “even the devil would kiss your eyes and beg for forgiveness if it meant you’ll be kinder to yourself.”

you feel the warmth of his embrace; the steady beating of his heart that sounded like peace and home. for a brief moment, you rejoice in his comfort. “sunday,” you whisper, voice still shaky. “it isn’t that easy.”

he gently lifts your chin to meet his gaze. “it never is, but it’s necessary, isn’t it? you can’t keep chaining yourself to the past forever.”

you close your eyes, feeling scared to meet his resolve. “i don’t think i can forgive myself for what happened.”

“but akivili would,” he says softly. “they were not my aeon, and i doubt they ever will, but i wholly believe they would forgive you. they would see the good in you, just as i do.”

“you’re one strange bird, sunday.” you playfully say. opening your eyes to peer at him with a smile. “the express would have loved you, just as much as i have.”

“akivili would have forgiven you, too.”

© vxnuslogy 2024. please do not copy, repost, or translate any of my works.

[melodic-haze]

thinking abt sub firefly and how cute she would be !!!! even tho she's a stellaron hunter and could kill you at any moment in her sam form she'd still follow ur every command bc of her massive praise kink she's just like that!! 😓😓😓

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Firefly x dom!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Reader with a dick/strap referred to as such

☆ — NOTES: I FINALLY GOT TO HER OUGGHGHH ANONNNN I DIDN'T FORGET YOU TRUST MEEEE I love Firefly so baaaaaaad

ANOTHER PERSON WHO CAN KILL ME WITHOUT A SECOND THOUGHT IF SHE WANTED TO 🥰🥰🥰🥰 oh how I do love power differences

God she's so cute despite being absolutely deadly, nobody can fault me for wanting to bully her a lil bit right??? :((((((

Firefly would do anything for you no matter what (or, well, for as long as the script allows it). You could make an off-handed comment about how you wanted this little thing and she'd come up to you w the exact same thing the next day. You could ask her to do something and she would drop whatever she was occupied with just to cater to you

She's sooooo unbelievably eager to please, it's like you could as her to do ANYTHING you asked and she'd eagerly meet your needs.......and that includes less-than-innocent exchanges too 🫶

Oh she'd be so perfect, always desperate to fulfill your every demand and going above and beyond to please you. If she were giving head, she'd tell you that you don't need to make any moves whatsoever bc she'll be happy to do it for you :(((( this sweet sweet girl ily

You consider yourself extremely blessed to witness the sight above you.

After all, it's not every day that someone has a Stellaron Hunter on their lap in pursuit of euphoric release.

So many people were afraid of the entity named SAM and the sea of flames he could bring upon those that needed it per the script that Elio gave him, and yet.. here 'he' was, in much more of a vulnerable state in the form of a lovely lady eager to please.

All you had to do was say it, relay your demands; she would give you the universe if you wanted it all to yourself. But for now?

For now you had settled upon commanding this supposedly feared servant to Destiny's Slave as if she were your own in this little tryst of yours.

(And hell, barring Elio's little group, she may as well be.)

You hear your lover moan, you hear her whimper, you hear her shaky exhales as she bounces on your cock over and over and over. Her pace alternates between a slow, tantalising grind to a fast, hard ride of desperation—the pace switching at the most perfect times due to a mix of your brilliant direction and the mental notes and drilled habits within Firefly's pretty little head from all the times you've done this erotic form of song and dance.

You can't help but stroke her cheek as she moves on you, can't help but to shift your hand over to toy with her hair lightly as she does her best to please you (and herself). And you just can't help but say those two words--

"Good girl..."

--when she reacts so delightfully: her breath hitches as her hips stutter in movement, though she still continues to move; she lets out a loud moan as her eyes nearly roll to the back of her head and her steadying hands gripped onto your thighs with a sudden increase in force.

She doesn't answer you back vocally but that's alright—she hasn't cum yet without your permission and she was still determined to please you.

She's such a good girl, and she'd do whatever it takes to deserve your praise and your praise alone.

She would take WHATEVER you give her. Soft pampering??? By god she's all OVER IT SING HER UPPP!! A rough pounding? She's durable, she says she can take it :3 Overstimming her until she can't think anymore?? Or maybe even edging her until she wants to go batshit wild but can't bc it's you?????? Go right ahead, she's all yours to play with ✌️

Makes EVERYTHING worth it for her, when you constantly praise her for allllll the good things she's done. Tell her that she's been so good to you, tell her that she's the sweetest girl ever, tell her you wouldn't have anyone else to tend to and be tended to, tell her that you love every bit of her and go into detail❗️❗️❗️ She'd go HILARIOUSLY red, both from sheer embarrassment and from the hot manifestation of her lust pooling in between her thighs

All you need is to say that she's fully and utterly yours, that you wouldn't have it any other way, and not only will she respond in kind, she'll go above and beyond....in any way you want her to

In short guys I love Firefly I can't wait to roll for her 🥰🥰🥰

[crguang]

now i bend like a willow thinking of you

You don’t do sleepless nights. But tonight, Kafka’s absence feels heavier than usual.

fem!reader, 1.2K words of fluff really

A/N: can’t believe kafka of all people got me writing… i thought of this cute scenario and it wouldn’t leave my mind until i wrote it. curse you, sexy woman!!!!

Thermostat set to just below room temperature and unable to see a foot in front of you due to the room’s absolute darkness, it won’t be long before you surrender to your body’s fatigue. You stayed up later than usual, your mind restlessly running circles around a certain woman. You’ve willed it to shut up and let you sleep for almost an hour now, to no avail. Your limbs are heavy, your cheek is comfortably buried in your pillow and still you think of her. Honestly, how pathetic can you be— unable to sleep because her presence leaves behind a substantial silence whenever she leaves your sight. It’s strange, it’s the first time quiet has made you uneasy. You’ve built your life in the deep of it and found a home in solitude, yet…

In the past few years you’ve known her, you’ve learned that Kafka leaves an impression in any room she steps into, purposefully or not. She’s elusive and her thoughts even more so, but impossible to overlook. Maybe it’s the obvious disinterest in almost everything that reflects through her eyes. Maybe it’s the fixed curl of her lips into her signature enigmatic smile, leaving you with the sensation that she has something up her sleeve. Perhaps it’s her unusual hair color. You don’t know. Despite her infuriating ways and the amusement she finds in toying with people, you’ve always noticed her; the subtle perfume she wears, the twitch of her mouth when something catches her eye, her ridiculous attention to detail when it comes to coats. You feel you could notice everything about her and still not know who she is. Or rather, still have things to discover like she’s an entire universe compacted into one person. Could you be content learning her if that was the only thing you dedicated your years to?

You bring a palm to your cheek, feeling your skin heat up, and groan in disgust. No way the thought of her was flustering you so. How deplorable. It’s only been four days since she offered you a wink as goodbye and left to complete part of Elio’s Script with Silver Wolf in tow. You’re stuck with Blade and Sam, the brooding ones, and it would be fine if the quiet wasn’t making your skin crawl. Such an unfamiliar and unwelcome feeling. You pat your cheek a couple times and shake your head. You shift into the bed, adjusting the comforter over your body. You will not let Kafka take up any more space in your mind when you should be peacefully asleep, enough is enough.

You’re drowsy and minutes away from finally passing out when the door creaks open. You hear it shut softly seconds later. Your muddled mind only allows your muscles to tense up in the face of a potential threat before the realization hits you when the sound of heels clacking across the floor registers in your brain. You sit up in a flash, reach for the lamp on your bedside table to flick the light open, then turn towards your supposed assailant with narrowed eyes.

Kafka blinks at you when you meet her gaze, and her fingers stop fiddling with the button of her shirt as she stands in the middle of the room without her favourite coat. You stare at each other for a moment before her eyelids lower perceptibly and her lips stretch into that usual smile.

“…Ugh.” You ignore the way your heart skipped a beat at seeing her in the dim yellow light and turn the lamp back off. You can feel her amusement as you settle back into a comfortable position on your side, an arm under the pillow.

You’re still sleepy, but now that she’s actually here your traitorous mind has been lit up again. You hear the rustling of her clothes as she unclasps the various straps and buckles of her outfit. Without saying a word, she fills the silence around you in a way that brings relief to your soul. It’s stupid, you think, how easily she reduces you to a lovestruck fool. You hate the power she holds over you, yet crave its soothing effect.

“How was the mission?” You mutter, eyes still shut.

You hear her clothes hit the floor when she replies with a drawl, “Boring. Long.”

You catch the notes of exasperation in her voice. “At least you got to stretch your legs.”

She hums. You guess she’s rummaging through your closet for something to sleep in when she pauses, presumably finds what she’s looking for, then closes the door.

“Don’t worry,” she says, her tone undoubtedly teasing, “we’ll find a use for you yet.”

“Fuck you,” you utter without a bite, fatigue slurring your words a little.

Her following chuckle makes you smile. There are muted footsteps on the wooden floor as Kafka approaches the bed, tugging on the tie in her hair to set it loose from her ponytail. She runs a hand through the freed locks.

“Move,” she orders simply.

You grumble, brows furrowing in offense even as you comply and make space for her on the left side of the bed. “You’re so bossy. It’s literally my bed.”

She makes a noise of agreement while slipping under the covers. Her chest presses against your back and a hand sneaks under your shirt to slither across your stomach to the valley of your breasts where it rests comfortably. Her thigh lodges itself between yours. You hear the faintest breath of satisfaction as the tip of her nose brushes your exposed nape. Kafka is warm and secure against you, two things you feel a bit silly to associate with her. They best describe her in this moment, however, and you’re too tired to fight how relaxed she makes you feel.

“…You’re wearing my shampoo,” she says suddenly. You feel her breath on your skin.

“No.”

Embarrassment washes over you. You forgot that you washed your hair with her shampoo that morning because you always liked the scent and you missed her. You didn’t think she would be back in at least a couple more days and thought that the smell would have time to fade away before she could notice. Ugh.

You can almost see her teasing, growing smile in your mind’s eye as she makes a show of inhaling your hair more deeply, burying her nose in it and taking a long audible breath.

“That is definitely my shampoo.”

“I ran out of mine and yours was right there,” you reply dismissively.

Kafka smiles. She sees through your charade, of course, she always has. Her index finger traces inconsequential shapes into the skin of your chest.

“You missed me.”

You don’t contradict her. “Whatever.”

Your hand moves under your shirt to lace your fingers with hers and she hums contently behind you. Kafka leaves many statements unsaid, masterfully navigates a conversation to only reveal what she wants you to know, but you know her enough for these words to not get lost in the sensations she gives you. It’s the middle of the night and she came to your room fully dressed in her everyday clothes. She only had the idea to discard her coat before seeking you out moments after coming back from her mission, and now she’s curled around you like a satisfied cat, breathing in the shampoo in your hair. She’s missed you too.

With Kafka’s heartbeat against your back and her controlled breaths on the back of your neck, sleep comes ridiculously easy. You doze off, the sound of her alike a lullaby meant for your ears only.

[bonknigirlinthehood]

Daycare Day!!

HSR Daddies x Child!Reader (platonic)

Characters: Blade, Jing Yuan, Gepard, Sampo, Welt, Dan Heng and Luocha, and gn! reader(separate).

Synopsis: Hsr men's reaction to leaving their child at daycare for the first time.

CW: Family Relationship, Father-Child content.

TW: none

author's note: this is purely a word vomit. might contain bad grammar or spelling, and yes i have favoritism towards Blade and Jing Yuan.

BLADE

Blade doesn't like it when he must leave you with someone else during his mission. The other Stellaron Hunters are very busy and cannot help watching over you, not even Elio so he had no choice but to put you in a daycare for the time being.

 He makes sure to check the security of the daycare, even paying a huge amount just to add more security in there.

Making sure you know how to call him whenever you are in danger. 

Hates when there's another phone number in your (temporary) phone other than him, but for your sake, he allows you to have his colleagues numbers to call or chat.

Will put a different ringtone only for your contact, so he'll know if it's you who are calling or sending him messages.

Gets anxious when there's no chat or call from you for quite some time (even though Kafka makes sure not to spam your father with chats or else he'll get distracted from his job).

Constantly checking his phone whenever he can to see if you send any message.

At one point he will be the one who sends you a message first asking if you are doing fine at the daycare, if they give you food, or if you get bullied. 

The moment he is done with his work Blade immediately goes to the daycare and picks you up.

You will look happy and fine, a contrast to your father who looks stressed.

But his expression will brighten up the moment he sees your happy face.

Very anxious dad 0/10 he won't do it again (Kafka makes him do it again in the future because he had no other choices).

JING YUAN

He was sad to leave you alone, but with his secretary and Tingyun's assurance, he finally obliged.

Will make sure you get treated just as well as when you were with him.

Will give you allowance money to spend!.

Send you messages every 30 minutes.

He will ask Tingyun to send him some of your photos or even videos.

His knights would catch him giggling at his phone whenever he was doing a video call with you.

Constantly saying 'I miss my baby~' and 'Papa can't sleep without my baby kissing me :('

Fu Xuan would help watch over you, and will cringe whenever Jing Yuan makes those voices to you during the call.

Won't waste any time going to his office, he will go straight to where you were.

Fu Xuan knows he won't go to his office so she waits with you.

Jing Yuan would open the door with a big smile and arms open wide, waiting for you to run towards him.

And you will run and hug him, only for your father to notice Fi Xuan throwing daggers through her eyes.

She will scold Jing Yuan for not making a report and said if he doesn't finish it before your bedtime, she will revoke your permission to enter his office.

Both of you were shocked when she said that, and you gave him sad puppy eyes, saying "if papa doesn't work…i can't visit you anymore…".

Jing Yuan will immediately do a Speedrun of his reports. He can't work without you as his mental support!! He needs to keep you able to enter his office whenever you want to!.

Fu Xuan couldn't believe that threat would work. Your father totally forgot the fact his position is higher than hers 😭. 

GEPARD

Would leave you with Serval.

He loves his sister to death but oh how worried he was to left you alone with her💀.

You weren't given a phone so whenever Gepard wanted to ask how you are doing he'll need to ask though his sister.

Serval would send him photos and videos of you trying to sing and play musical instruments, and Gepard would chuckle at it.

Silvermane Guards will constantly see him glued to his phone during breaks (they think it's kinda cute).

Would do a sleep video call. He would video call Serval only to see you already in bed, wishing him to get back as soon as possible.

He would call again in the morning. Greeting your sleepy figure and getting a 'good luck' for today from you was the thing that got him going throughout the day.

Would buy you gifts on his way back.

Very happy to see you greeting him on the door and giving him a hug.

SAMPO

Put you under Natasha for obvious reasons.

Continuously asking her how you are doing to the point she actually mutes him for distracting her from working.

He said he will leave you for a day but he keeps showing up to the clinic almost every hour.

Same as Gepard, he would buy gifts on his way back.

He trusts Natasha, that's for sure, but he can't help but feel anxious about his bby! :( 

When he gets back, Natasha will scold him for giving you too much unhealthy food, even going so far as to give him a book full of recipes about food for kids.

Yet after the two of you were out and far away enough from the clinic, Sampo would pull out a back of fast food he got from overworld and your eyes gleamed at the sight. 

"If you promise not to tell Nat about this~" he makes the shush motion with his finger, and you nod vigorously. "Yes!, Yes!, I promise!".

The two of you happily eat the food together while you listening to Sampo's story about the overworld.

WELT

Was a bit anxious to leave you on a daycare of an unknown planet, but Himeko calms him quickly about it.

"It's okay, Welt. This will be a good experience" . "I know, but still…*sighs*"

Every 2 or 3 hours, Welt would send you a message, asking if you are okay being there.

Would daze off overthinking if you are okay at the daycare.

When talking with an important person from that planet, he will make sure everything goes smoothly and quickly so he can go pick you up asap.

Welt would drag Himeko to quickly go to the daycare.

Would check first if you got any injuries on your body before hugging you.

Will bring you to a nearby restaurant to eat dinner together alongside his other (not so) kids.

DAN HENG

Anxious? Anxious.

Dan Heng would swarm Welt with questions about the best daycare to go to.

His preparation, if not top notch, was too much. Even Welt had to warn him to not pack too many things onto the bag.

Dan Heng would be the type that needs so much reassurance. It's okay sir, your kid's going to be fine.

When he finally lets you go and walk away, he'll turn his head around every 5 steps, as if thinking this wasn't a good idea at all.

Would try to call you several times during the day, in which you answer every time; "I'm fine, papa!"

Buys cake for you when he is done with whatever job he is on.

When he arrives at the daycare, you would have already fallen asleep and the teacher had to carry you out of the room.

Dan Heng will immediately feel relaxed after seeing your face. He snuggles to you to comfort himself (my man is a dragon do not forgor).

LUOCHA

My man would do shit ton of research before finally deciding which daycare he would trust you into.

Like Blade, he would pay a hefty sum just to add additional security.

Luocha needs to calm you down at first because you refused to go to the daycare.

"It's alright…daddy will pick you up at 5pm. Be good for me, hm?"

Give a lot of kisses on your cheeks and forehead.

The type of dad that is always thinking about you whenever he passes by something and ended up buying it.

"That hair ornament would look good on my child, I should buy it". "Oh this children's book is popular, i should buy it too". "Oh and this–"

By the time he got back to the daycare, there would be many shopping bags around him.

You would run into him immediately and start babbling on what you did throughout the day. 

Luocha would bring you over to one of the most expensive restaurant in Luofu.

He also diligently listens to you while trying all the new accessories he bought on you.

Gosh this man spoiled you so much, well maybe a bit too much, but he can't help it since his baby is too cute!.

[danisdistant]

sunday - your past sins are meaningless now - prologue

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sunday x stellaronhunter!reader

firefly’s part of the script has finally concluded. after an unexpected final death, she has returned back to safety alongside silver wolf.

“i brought some gifts!” she exclaimed, holding out bags as kafka smiled. “oh? is it another jacket?” she said, looking into her bag as firefly handed it to her.

“well, it was something that was on your list…” firefly nervously said before turning to blade. “here! i also got you something.”

blade pulled out a recipe booklet for various drinks from penacony. “thanks.” he only nodded as a response. firefly moved on and gave you a bag.

“pfft, you didn’t have to get me anything, firefly.” you chuckled, causing her to tilt her head in response. “you don’t know? i’m next in the script.”

“wait.. you’re going to penacony??”

you explained that kafka had received a new message from elio. it heavily hinted that there would be a new member to the group, and the new member would be put on trial soon. you were specifically tasked on breaking the bird out of the cage it putted itself into, although you weren’t exactly sure on who this bird was.

“and according to elio, it’ll be me busting him out.” you explained. “although, i’m not exactly sure who this person is. i haven’t been caught up to date on exactly what’s happening in penacony.”

“that’s because you keep stealing my console to play gacha games all the time.” wolfie glared at you as you nervously chuckled.

“a person on trial…?” firefly placed her hand on her chin to think. “hold on, is it talking about sunday..?”

“the head of the oak family on penacony?!” you stared at her wide-eyed. “he’s on trial?! wait- he’s going to join us??”

“ugh- i should be saying that question.” firefly shook her head. “so, when are you heading to penacony?”

“sometime tomorrow, before the trial starts.” you peaked into the bag that firefly had given you. “by the way, what did you get me?”

you pulled a small keychain that resembled some sort of building in the dreamscape. it looked massive, though you’d have to see it for yourself if you wanted to compare the accuracy.

“awww…! thanks mothie!” you said, smiling as her brows quickly furrowed. “hey! i thought we agreed not to call me a moth!!”

“but- i’m glad you guys enjoyed the gifts.” she sighed, smiling as kafka chuckled. “of course. now that [name] is going to penacony as well, surely we can expect some more goodies.. right?~”

something told you within kafka’s tone that she was serious. you probably should make some time to get at least her some sort of coat.

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“…i refuse your offer.” his voice was slightly course but still as sharp as usual. still refusing to make eye contact, sunday would tell that jade was surprised by his answer by her change in tone.

“so… do you wish to die?” she was both amused and disappointed by his answer. she would by lying if she said that she wasn’t looking forward to tearing his wings off herself. “you know that the other family heads won’t spare you if you’re put to trial.”

“i’ve already failed. i’ve sinned.” sunday murmured. “there’s no reason for me to continue on, unless it’s paying for my sins.”

jade sighed. even now, he still sees himself as the only person who can bear the weight of everyone’s sins. if she can’t convince him…

“…you have three days, sunday.” she sighed, turning around as she placed her hand on the door. “my offer still stands until the trial. don’t forget, robin is still looking for you.”

as she closed the door behind her, the only visible light was the dim glow emitting from the chains. they were uncomfortable, and constantly pricked sunday’s skin over and over again.

a part of him wants to fight back, to break free from the chains and cage. but, another part tells him to give up. sunday failed his purpose in life he promised his father he would succeed.

although he is doubtfull, he still hopes that faith somehow will free him from the cage.

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[jadeazora]

A new message from the Masters team is out!

Starting Aug1, you'll be able to invite lono as a Guest to the Trainer Lodge, if you've teamed up with lono & Bellibolt first.

They've made adjustments to improve the Main Story's PML Arc by revising its number of battles, as well as its overall rewards. As a result, you'll now be able to obtain around 15,000 more Gems and get loads of items for training as rewards by completing the PML Arc. (If you've completed it already, it'll just give you the items and gems automatically.)

A Sync Pair Scout will become available for 72 hours only once you complete the Champion Stadium on Normal and unlock Hard Lv. 1 difficulty. This Sync Pair Scout includes Fair-Exclusive Sync Pairs that are available up to Jun16. By using this Sync Pair Scout x11, you can receive lots of useful bonus items for raising up Sync Pairs. If you've already unlocked Hard Lv. 1, the scout will become available for 72 hours once you log in starting July 31, 2024, so please check it out!

New story content titled A Leader's Role, a Challenger's Struggle will be added as the final entry to the Mysterious Stones Chapter on Aug1! Lance trains with Alder and Clair in preparation for a tournament. Once Benga arrives, he tells the three Trainers that they haven't been thru enough! You'll need to have collected a total of 900 Mysterious Stones to unlock this story's area.

Story Event Ultra Beast Meet-and-Greet will begin on Jul31! This event will have a new format. By collecting Event Points as you complete battles, you can obtain various rewards.

Here's their overviews, starting with Elio and Stakataka, a Rock-type Support Sync Pair, with their EX Role being Sprint. One of their Passive Skills raises their Defense and Sp. Def by six stat ranks the first time they use a Trainer move each battle, making them an extremely durable Sync Pair. In addition, they can create Alola Circle (Defensive) by using a Trainer move and create a Rock Zone by using their Buddy Move. On top of that, another Passive Skill of theirs can raise all allies' Attack and Sp. Atk by one stat rank when Elio (Alt.) & Stakataka activate a field effect. Their Ultra Endurance! Trainer move restores all allies' HP by approximately 20% of their maximum HP and applies the Gradual Healing effect to all allies.

And now Selene and Nihilego, a Rock-type Strike Sync Pair. Their EX Role is Tech. One of their Passive Skills can lower all opponents' Sp. Def by two stat ranks and leave them poisoned when they use their Acid Move. Also, their Nihil Meteor Beam Buddy Move gets more powerful the more the target's Sp. Def is lowered, and it can lower the target's Sp. Def by one stat rank when the opponent is poisoned or badly poisoned (combined with their Passive Skill, Sp. Def is actually lowered by two stat ranks). Note that their Buddy Move makes them get ready to attack. Using this move again will cause them to leave this posture and attack all opponents, but when a circle applies to the allied field of play, the preparation period will be skipped and they'll attack right away. They can use their Trainer move to create Alola Circle (Special) too.

The mention a new Legendary Gauntlet, a new Ultimate Battle, and the return of the Sinnoh VA events for mid-August.

Next update/message comes out late-August.

Edit, here is the event schedule:

[dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice]

PAELLA

Hello I had a random idea for a potential snippet of my Alastor x OC/reader set in the future when the two of them are in hell and MC makes him suffer. *feeds you scraps at my front door*

Asexual Alastor x Asexual/ADHD reader

Summary: It's a short one but Alastor tries to be sweet about something and MC decides not today and infodumps on him about tranquilisers. Spoiler: she gets Lucifer involved.

Word count: 389

Alastor is a sex repulsed ace (like me) in my fics and will remain so forever. <3

You can find the main fic HERE

“Well you know what they say!” Alastor trilled, eyes closed as he tapped you on the nose. “Every kiss begins with—“

“Ketamine.”

He froze, static going silent and his smile strained as his eyes flew wide open. His eyebrows gave away his confusion as he glanced at you, finger still hovering in front of your face. You continued.

“A hydrochloride tranquiliser, used in veterinary practice, mostly as an anaesthetic or something for horses.” You explained, breaking eye contact with him to reach your fork over and nick a piece of chorizo from his plate whilst he was still frozen.

It took a few moments, but the usual static eventually returned, Alastor blinking his red eyes a few times to get them to focus again. It wasn’t until you reached your fork over a second time to scoop a whole mouthful of paella that he finally let out a sigh. 

“If that’s what you want.” He huffed, his smile loosening into a tired closed-lip one. “I believe we could find some.”

“Sure,” you said absentmindedly as you typed away at your phone. “Lemme know if it works.” 

He tilted his head, until he suddenly realised what you meant, fluffy ears going pin straight as his eyes widened again. Narrowing them, he leant on his elbow over the table as he brought his face to yours, words coming out in a hiss.

“If you’re suggesting—“ 

“Lucifer?” You confirmed, eyes darting up from your phone. “Yea I’ve already texted him - he said he’s up for it. Apparently he’s too impatient to wait for truth or dare night to make out with you.”

All you got was loud static in response, and you watched him from the corner of your eye as his limbs twisted and eyes blackened in an attempt to stop you. All you did was hold a finger up in response.

“Unless you want me to ask Vox, I suggest you finish the paella I made for you.” 

You heard the static stop, and within a second he was back to normal, munching away at your meal, though now with a prominent twitch in his smile, as he glared death beams across the table. Your phone vibrated, and you read the text Lucifer sent.

“Oh, and he says wear something nice.”

The fork in his hand snapped.

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Alastor: *sobs in asexual* "Why does MC do this?"

MC (also a sex repulsed ace): NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT

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[deathbxnny]

Yanqing, Jing Yuan, Herta, and Kafka with an Emanator of Finality!Reader who follows HoFi!Kiana because I firmly believe that Kiana is Terminus (Aeon of Finality)!

Also, they're friends with Elio (Elio confirmed to be also an Emanator of Finality but maybe I'm wrong) just because they can.

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A/N: I had to look up the lore surrounding the concept of this, so if I got this completely wrong, then I'm so sorry, I did my best to understand. Also thank you for the request!<33

Content: Fluff, established relationship, some lore Spoilers??, angst if you squint hard enough, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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》Herta

She'd absolutely want to know everything about you and conduct some experiments on your abilities, if you agree ofcourse. You give her the opportunity to learn more about a world that is still so vague and unexplainable even to her and she's most grateful for that.

She'd love to see you use your powers in her simulated universe and often gives you her odd backhanded compliments, that she however actually means well. Don't be surprised, if you find plenty of notes and files on you either. It's all in the name of sience ofcourse.

She's not afraid to voice her distate of Elio and will make sure to take up all of your time to keep you away from him. She doesn't want you to get hurt and doesn't trust him with you at all. Arguing with her on this is also useless, as she loves you way too much to listen.

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》Kafka

She's already familiar with the concept of your abilities and therefore doesn't make all too much of a fuss about it. Though she can't hide her excitement, whenever she sees how powerful you are. It's something she is proud of, when it comes to having you as a s/o, and she isn't shy to compliment you for your abilities either to the point of flustering you.

She likes fighting by your side, mainly because it makes her stronger and makes her feel much more safer. She feels unstoppable and is near addicted to your power. She'll teasingly call you her protect you and keep you close to her at all times.

She ofcourse doesn't mind your friendship with Elio and generally even uses it to her own advantage for whenever she wants to spend more off days with you.

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》Jing Yuan

Jing Yuan was a little concerned about the source of your abilities at first, but eventually began to accept that they were a part of you. He trusts you and knows you won't ever use them for anything evil or bad, which calms his worries however.

He likes to see your abilities in battle and often proudly smirks to himself, knowing that someone as powerful as you is his dear s/o. He loves to secretly therefore show you off to others, just to remind them who you belong to. He'll also like listening to you tell him more about your abilities, which makes him mentally wonder how to use it best in any upcoming battles.

He absolutely does not approve of your friendship with Elio and will try calmly telling you so. He doesn't want to control who you're friends with, but this is an exception to him. He doesn't want you to get hurt or used, so he'll slowly try you to get you to distance yourself from Elio for your own safety.

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》Yanqing

Yanqing doesn't question your abilities much and just happily accepts them as a part of you. He enjoys watching you fight and use your abilities, mainly because he finds them just that fascinating. He also always eagerly listens to you, whenever you tell him about your powers.

Yanqing will ask you to train with him often, as he sees you as a worthy and perfect opponent. You don't have the heart to tell him, that you hold back alot of your powers to not hurt him in the process, but he thankfully never notices either. He's just happy to spend time with you.

He doesn't know much about Elio, but after asking his Master about him, he decides that he's not a suitable friend for you. Yanqing would never force you to do anything, but he still voices his worries and fear about your friendship. The last things he wants, is to lose you, after all.

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A/N: I hope this was okay! I'm sorry if I got it wrong and thank you again for the request!<33

[bundoesnotcompete]

A sequel to my Stellaron hunter reader found here:

Content: not much to warn about. Implied violence as usual. Also the implied destruction of an entire planet at the end. Possible oocness. Tagged characters appear and do play some small role in this chapter. Lord i do not know how to link please let that link work

"Although not much is known about the original Aeons, we do know about the power and deeds done to create our universe. It has been told that the Aeon of Origin shattered their body to create the base of the universe we live in. On the other hand, the Aeon Of Creation gave their body to fill the universe with life and living beings. While some speculate that pieces…."

Creation and Rules of the Known Universe -Vol 1

The world of Zeven was as beautiful as the advertiments said. The thick green foilage and large variety of flowers that grew on many of the plants and houses. The captial city of Pevol was as breathtaking on the ground as it had been in the air. You did some research into the object Elio had mentioned in the scripts for the others that was supposed to be on planet. Though you did not know what each individual script contained you did know it revolved around an object called The Stones of Origin. The world of Zeven was a rather isolated one due to them not having many ways to contact other solar systems. While it made finding information on the stones difficult, It also made it easier for your plans to be put into place.

The Stones of Origin were a sacred object to the people of Zeven and the system of Zakryn. It was gorgeous stones that glimmered deep blues and purples. The only issue was that the security for the stone you wanted was rather tight. Of course seeing the stone itself wouldn't be difficult, all that required was some minor string pulling and manipulation. Getting it out on the other hand, would be near impossible. You sort of wish Elio had given you a script just so you could steal a stone. They were beautiful, and called out to you in a sort of primal way. It made part of you wonder if Elio knew you would find the stone and wanted to see what would happen if he did not give you your script. Prehaps he did not need to give you the script for you to follow it.

"Master Xevus, we will be arriving to the Palace of Pevol. We will be landing in roughly five minutes." A snake-like being announced beside you. You merely nodded in response and the being left hurriedly back to the front the train. Ah yes, taking the name Xevus hadn't been in your original plan but it was a minor bump in the road. You would still meet the royalty of this planet, so it did not matter what name you took to meet them. Even if the real Xevus met an unfortunate end when he confronted you, his name was still useful. Deciding to take the time to take a glance over your appearance, you noted everything to make sure it was perfect. Making sure your halo is beautiful as ever, wings are groomed, the suit you were wearing was not wrinkled horribly were all important. It did no good to have an unkempt appearance. You closed you eyes and took a deep breath. Yes, everything was perfect.

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"Ah, Master Xevus it is wonderful to meet you finally. I've heard many good things. I am Emperess Falrun and this is my daughter, Princess Meda." A large Medusa like woman greeted you as you entered the palace. She gently took your hand and bowed. While her young daughter merely bowed. Rising up, she let go of you hand a gestured for you to follow. The large hallways were made of golden stones that were dull in the sun as to not hurt the eyes. Though it has been said this palace used to shine and glitter as if it had been made of real gold.

"It took a long while for the council to relent and give me the blessing to contact help from the outside systems. The abundance beasts are beginning to get out of hand. I hear a doctor of your status has been researching ways to help those effected by plagues such as this. I know you are merely here to research the Violet Plague, but anything you find on other plagues would be greatly appreciated." The snake-like woman paused in front of a large door. "This will be your room. We have set a pair of clothes for tonight's ball. My daughter will return this evening to take you to the ballroom." The large woman opened the door to your room and led you inside.

"To your left is the showers." She waved a hand towards an extravagant door leading to the bathroom. Sweet heavens you couldn't even see the bathroom but you knew just from the room alone that you were about to be spoiled. "Now I ask that for the next hour you stay in your room. A servant and guard will be by to give you a more detailed tour if you wish it. There will be other guests from other world's such as the Astral Express and a representative from the Xianzhou Alliance." The large alien and her daughter headed for the door. "Ah! Before i forget, thank you Master Xevus for helping my planet and system. Now please enjoy your day. A servant will be by shortly to see if you need anything. I must attend to other affairs. Thank you." The empress gave a short bow before closing the door.

Playing the role of Master Xevus was one of the best things you've ever done. The large room had some of the most beautiful plants you had ever seen. The overly large bed was soft and the sheets were silky. The bathroom was even better. The large tub/shower combo was one of the best you had ever seen. You were definitely glad you disposed of the true Xevus after seeing the treatment he was to get.

After a nice bath you put on a nice set of clothes and set your appearence to something nice. Scanning yourself in the mirror you decided that it would do for now. Now all you had to do was to wait for your tour to start.

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The tour had been rather informative, but boring. The Stone of Origin residing on Zeven wasn't in the palace, but instead kept in a temple. When you had returned to your room to get ready for the ball, you had been horribly bored. It was still another hour before it started and it had only taken you half of that to get ready. The suit and gloves ypu were wearing complemented you nice, even if it was a bit uncomfortable. A knock at the door interrupted any plans for tomfoolery that were about to form in your head. A shy voice came through the door after a small series of knocks.

"Master Xevus? It is Princess Meda. The empress has requested all special guests come to the ballroom early." You walked to open the door to a nervous looking Meda. Her white scales shifted nervously and she looked ready to run, well slither, away at the sight of you. You look to you her and nodded as if telling her to go on. Your smile and soft demeaner seemed to ease her nervousness towards you. "Come I shall take you to the ballroom." The two of you made you way to the ballroom, the princess nervously trying to make conversation. It was obvious she was young and naive, prehaps you should use that to your advantage in the future? Maybe she could get you a more private tour to see the stone? It would be nice to get your hands on a stone without bloodshed.

As you entered a massive ballroom you scanned the area. The large room was filled with tables of food and drinks. Large banners hung from the sides of pillers. In the center of the room was a faceless representative from the Xianzhou Alliance, an IPC representative who you did not recognize but noted for later, and a part of the Astral Express crew. A sort of semi-circle line had formed around the empress by the time she took note of your entrance. The pearly white scales of the empress glittered as she shifted to see you. You absent mindedly wondered if her scales would fetch a nice price at a black market somewhere.

"There they are! Master Xevus, we were just about to begin. Come join us and we will begin." The Empress happily announced. The only spot available was one right beside the IPC agent and Welt Yang. Welt looked rather pale and the IPC agent was beginning to turn an intresting shade of red and purple. What better place to stand then between the two. With a plan in mind, you happily stood between the two, knowing full well what you were doing. Once the large Empress began speaking you quickly tuned her out. Her voice was rather grating on the ears after awhile. You took a better look at your surroundings to soothe the boredom in your mind. Plans were quickly mapping out for places to lurk or flee if need be.

Oh my, look at that spot. It sure would be a shame if some noble took a banner to the skull as it fell, accidently, of course. It seemed like hours before the empress finally dismissed all of you. As you quietly made your way to the drinks table you felt two pairs of eyes on your back. It was going to be an intresting night, especially when you aimed to misbehave. Of course, not enough for the empress to know it was you but enough to distract other guests. It would do no good to get in serious trouble without getting your hand of the stone. With ear wings fluttering happily, you got your drinks and waited. There was enough downtime until the guests arrived to plan anyway.

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Surprisingly, neither Welt nor the IPC agent approached you. Other then the few small problems you caused for the fun of it, you largely kept to yourself. Eavesdropping on the other guests to see what you could uncover. Sadly, it seemed all they could talk about was who was banging who and the latest scandal. Mid-way through the night was when someone from the Astral Express decided to approach you. March's bright dress and attitude visible from far away. She had strolled up to you with all the confidence of someone who was unaware they were talking to a very wanted war criminal.

"Hello Mr. Xevus! I am March 7th of the Astral Express. Its a pleasure to meet you." She held or her hand to you to shake. You shook it a began to sign. She looked crestfallen though at your response. "Oh, I can't read sign. I'm sorry, but I'd be glad to go find some paper for you to write on." You shook your head a took out a pen and paper you carried around for situations like this.

"It is okay," you had written poorly. The language of Honkai Star Rail sucked to write and it was a miracle you could do so to begin with. Typing on a phone was so much easier. "May i ask what the Astral Express is doing here?" You added on and March read it. She look happy to talk about what the crew was here for. Why did it seem like she had wanted to ask you questions and not the other way around?

"We are here to hello the people of the planet." You gazed slightly passed her as one grey haired girl was approaching at what seemed like light speed. March continued to talk. As she went to ask you a question, Stelle put her hand on March's shoulder and March proceeded to introduce her. "Mr. Xevus meet Stelle, she is another crew member of the Express. Stelle meet Mr. Xevus." Stelle's staring was beginning to make you uncomfortable. "Can i ask why you are here Mr. Xevus?"

Oh look, there was Dan Heng fast approaching your position. How to do you flee from this conversation? What if he was going to join in on your interrogation from the brightly colored girl? Why was Stelle still staring at you like that? Talking to people was not your strong point and you had other things you needed to do. Like finding information on how to access the Stone of Origin without a large group of tourists with you. It would do no good to have the tourists tattle on you when you ran off with the stone. While it was tempting to just kill them and be done with it, you still had some morals. As you prepared to respond to March's question, Dan Heng appeared behind March and spoke firmly.

"I apologise Mr. Xevus, but March and Stelle are needed by another of our crew." Dan Heng had quickly apologised before dragging the girls away. You decided right then and there that he was your favorite of the express. Mentally thanking him for rescuing you from Stelle's staring, you set out to mingle with the other guests. Now, to find answers to your questions and maybe get up to a bit of no good. While you would find you answers, the Astral Express would leave with more questions then answers.

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Welt knew the moment he seen the Stellaron Hunter walk into the ballroom that he should have expected something like this happen. While he could do nothing to prevent their arrival and prescence he could at least try to act impartial. It was a bit difficult to ignore the fact that honaki energy that radiates off them though. It reminded him of back home. The sheer energy coming off of them putting him on edge. It was only made worse by the fact that they were one of the most wanted beings in the galaxy and the empress seemed clueless of your status. The IPC agent wasn't clueless, though, if the shade of color they were turning was any indication.

When the other crew members had arrived, he informed them of the situation. Having the Stellaron Hunter Saturday pretending to be someone else did not bode well. The fact that there was little they could do to tell the empress without facing intense backlash did not comfort anyone.

When March had ran off and greeted you, Stelle nearly had a heart attack. Mr. Yang had told them to avoid them. While neither would get into serious trouble, Welt and Himeko would give them the 'I am disappointed in you, but not surprised' look. Stelle did not want that look so she ran to try and get March back with the crew. When March had introduced her she had been taken aback by your appearance. Were you related to Robin and Sunday somehow? The eerie similarites between you and the siblings had kicked her overactive mind into gear and conspiracies filled her head. In the end, It ended up being Dan Heng getting them both out of a one-sided conversation with you. It was then they had discovered that March had intended to ask you questions in order to gather information.

March had gotten almost nothing from your very brief comversation. While nothing else of note happened that night, the crew still left with more questions than answers when they left the ball. If only the other crew members hadn't been preoccupied, maybe they could have gotten some answers from you. Though March did learn to inform someone of her plan next time she did something like that.

When the night was said and done, only one walked away with the answers to their questions. From the Express crew wondering about the current crisis and your appearance to the IPC agent wondering how to get you thrown off world and maybe even arrested, many were unsatisfied with the night.

As sun set and rested until the new day, the Stone of Origin in the Temple of Pevol waited for its owner to return. Wailing into the cosmos until its owner consumed it and it could become a part of the whole again. The infection of Honkai energy radiating from the stone continued to make others sick and amplify the planet's problems for another day. The wailing song of the stone would continue for another day and for days after that until you finally come along to reclaim it. Until then, pieces needed to be put in place for all stones to collide and return to their owner. With time and the script, all would align for you to regain a fragment of your true self back. You just needed to be patient.

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Excerpt from the Inter-Planetory Post:

"As news continues to pour in from the Destruction of Telvio-3, the Stellaron Hunter named Saturday remains at large. So who is Saturday? Well, not much is known about them. The Family of Penacony claims to not have any records of a Halovian named Saturday and nearly all information known about them is either held under top secret clearence, or common knowledge. However, it is known that Saturday does not like the IPC. While the motive behind the Destruction of Telvio-3 is unknown, there are theories that the rivalry between IPC and Saturday may have caused…."

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END MISSION ONE: As The Night Falls, The End of Daylight

START MISSION TWO: Hello! My Devil in Sheep's Skin

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End notes: This is set up for a lot of stuff to come. I am not very good at writing character's dialogs, but I do try to keep them in character as much as possible. I really need to get my pacing straight and I am not satisfied with this one, but out of the three versions of this chapter written, this is the one I liked best. We need more bad guy reader and if no one will write it then I will.

The next chapter of my SAGAU Lamb story is done for those that are intrested. I need to add some minor tweaks and additions, but the bulk of it is done. I may come through and edit small portions of this if i see anything wrong with it but everything looks alright on my end. See you next time.

[jar-of-maise]

stellaron hunters found family (i)

Blade thinks to himself for a moment, in truth he has an inkling about the so-called “power” and it’s origin, but keeps it to himself for the present. For now, he contents himself with watching Silver Wolf and Kafka argue. It’s a rather one-sided affair but entertaining to watch nonetheless. 

Sam returns from a mission later and Blade gets the honour to witness one of the duo’s legendary video game duels. It’s fun to watch and Kafka joins him on the couch as the Silver Wolf and Sam battle it out. Sometime, when it’s late in the night and Silver Wolf has finally dozed off, Kafka puts on a movie. It’s an action packed one, with horrid flashing lights and cinematics that has Sam worked up to the nines. 

“That’s not how it works in real life.” He grumbles, pointing at a rather risqué interrogation, “movies aren’t made the same anymore,” he adds unhappily when the following escape scene ends with the lead actor bursting out through a window. 

“Oh well, it’s value is in entertainment. Realism is secondary,” Kafka says delicately, she’s examining her nails carefully though Blade isn’t sure how she is given the dim lighting of the room. 

He hasn’t been paying a lot of attention to the movie, more preoccupied with not moving so Silver Wolf doesn’t wake up since Kafka always insists he be a human pillow. 

“You’re just comfortable Bladie, don’t overthink it,” she once said to him after a mission where she had insisted on sleeping on his shoulder. 

Even now, she’s leaning against him on the couch, legs thrown over to the other end of the sofa. Silver Wolf is resting against his other side, snoring lightly, somehow oblivious to the noise and explosions of the movie. It’s not like they try to turn the volume down either. She’s also got his coat draped over her lopsidedly like a blanket. No one had wanted to get a blanket when asked and naturally it just happened to be the day when all their couch covers were in the wash. 

So Blade sacrifices warmth. Not that he runs cold, it’s a strange juxtaposition, because the heart beating in his chest is certainly cold, but his body itself still runs hot. Warmer than the average human for some strange reason. Perhaps he’s simply keeping the furnace fire he can no longer use in his body instead. 

It seems it comes in handy, as Kafka and Silver Wolf always use him as a pillow. Even Elio, for all his prissy, posh cat ways, isn't immune. Maybe Sam is the only one who doesn’t see Blade as a portable heater…then again, Sam is self-sufficient, relying on machinery alone to accomplish tasks. 

Speaking of Sam, he’s sitting on the ottoman. Blade isn’t too sure why, there’s space on the couch – there was a reason they had needed to upgrade it several times in the past, but when he sees Elio stalk into the room from the hallway, he thinks he knows, especially when cat-Elio jumps onto Sam’s lap to get scratches. 

The night wears on and soon, not one but two people are fast asleep on each of Blade’s sides. He’s pretty sure Kafka is faking it, but knows very well that Silver Wolf is dead to the world. Not even a hard shake would make her wake up. The ending credits of the movie are rolling on the screen and still, neither have woken up. 

Blade gestures at Sam, who stands up and takes Silver Wolf back to her room, coat and everything. Elio is perched on his broad shoulders, amber eyes gleaming as they walk away. Thankfully, Silver Wolf sleeps deeply. Blade supposes it’s one of her many strengths, especially since she is still a child. 

Left alone with Kafka, Blade thinks that it really would be rude to leave her on the couch, even with a blanket and pillow. Well he doesn’t have a coat to give her and the one Kafka wears is much too small for the night so he takes her back to her room. He makes sure to remove her sunglasses, pistol(s), jacket and katana. 

The door is carefully shut, done in a way that wouldn’t make a noise and wake Kafka up. They share a trait there, that they are both light sleepers. With Kafka and Silver Wolf secured, Blade begins the trek back to his own room. It’s dark in the hallways, but occasionally, a window opening into the starry seas appears.

[a-la-campanella]

Lunar New Year post! To all who celebrate, may the new year be full of happiness for you!

I have many gripes about the writing for the High Cloud Quintet, but what I find the most fascinating about their fallout is where it places Jing Yuan, and where it will lead him into the future.

Baiheng is dead. She's gone, and while there is very strong evidence (nothing explicitly confirmed, but we're working with what we can get) pointing to traces of Baiheng in Bailu, part of the reincarnation process is acknowledging that Bailu is a whole other person separated from her past/any other life she may have lived and with different memories/experiences. The future is thus: she will be the next High Elder for the Xianzhou Luofu, and she's content with her position as a doctor and healer to those in need of treatment. She doesn't seem to have any big dreams, and what she has now is enough for her. As part of her duty and the expectations of her, she'll stay with the Xianzhou Alliance until she has to reincarnate. It doesn't matter if she one day grows to dream bigger, the choice is now robbed from her like it was from Dan Feng.

Dan Heng is content with his own life. He's suffered enough as it was when he was first born in this name, escaped the Luofu, running away from Blade across space, and made his way to forge a life he can call his own on the Astral Express. He has no need nor want to be shacked by his past, and he can live freely without the shadow of Dan Feng hanging over him. I'm curious where he'll be centuries down the line, given how long his expected lifespan is, and the lifespans of his companions being... probably nowhere as long. But until they part ways, Dan Heng will have them by his side. Of the current Express Crew, Pom-Pom would still be around, and maybe the Trailblazer too. Dan Heng might die and never reincarnate, or he might someday return to the Xianzhou Luofu again to settle down when it's his turn to return to an egg and be reborn anew once more. Given what he's like, I don't see him going out with mara.

Blade was Yingxing, and now he's Blade. Yingxing is dead in the sense that the person he used to be is no more, and now, Blade is just a blade. Mara haunts him in a way that tortures him, and he'll take the path Elio promises if it'll grant him freedom. Living for so long is his punishment/price, and death will be a mercy. He'll die one day, I'm sure, though I'm fairly confident that day will be far off, too. He has the Stellaron Hunters to keep him company for now, and if Elio delivers his promise, Blade will see his peace in the end with them. After the events on the Luofu, I think it's safe to say his arc will conclude with him moving on from chasing a past that no longer wants him, and breaking free—accepting a certain finality—in what has passed, and what will come (his death).

Jingliu is the only other character besides Jing Yuan to keep her name from those times, but she's mara-stricken like Blade and has her own agenda now. She has no personal attachments anymore to anyone from her High Cloud Quintet days, not even her own disciple Jing Yuan, nor does she display interest in associating with them now. She'll pass one day like Blade, I'm sure. They may not go out the same way though; regardless, I don't expect her to do much even if she does live on after her role has been fulfilled (to participate in the war/"game" against Yaoshi and end the abominations of Abundance once and for all).

Jing Yuan was, and still is, shaped by the people around him. The person he was when the High Cloud Quintet was around isn't the same person he is now, but in some ways, he still shares that identity. He's fond of Dan Heng and still cares about Baiheng (now assumed to be Bailu). Jing Yuan used to dream of being a Galaxy Ranger touring the universe in the name of justice, and instead took to rising the ranks in the Cloud Knights, learning to protect what's left of his home on the Luofu, and becoming a leader who valiantly fights for peace. I'm not quite sure how he'll go out. Maybe in battle, against the Abundance; or maybe Yanqing, trained to surpass him, will be called to cut him down; or maybe he'll retire peacefully, spending his days peeling tangerines and basking under the Sun, until he's older and more gray, and one day, gone.

And it's just so interesting to me, because Jing Yuan is so kind, and it does not make him worse off. Unlike Blade and Jingliu, he doesn't let the mara consume him, and focuses on his happiness instead of the despair. His grief is quiet, he carried the weight of a world on his shoulders, but he still finds the time to take in a disciple and teach him the way of the sword, to visit the doctor who reminds him of an old and dear friend, and to make way for banter with his next-in-line. He's outlived the rise and fall of civilizations during that time, alone and not-alone, surrounded by the people he had and has now, and may live long enough to outlive several more.

Everyone has moved on from those years together, and their pasts may connect, but their futures all lead in vastly different directions. I'm sure Jing Yuan has lamented over the past before, but centuries have gone by since. Many things in the world have changed now, and he lives his own life, too. They all do.

Where am I going with this? Who knows. Happy Lunar New Year to all who celebrate and to Jing Yuan especially. As Yanqing might say: 恭喜发财（红包拿来）。

May your red envelopes be packed with extra money so Yanqing can buy that new and fancy dragon-themed sword.

[stars-n-spice]

FINALLY - SEC GEN SILLY SQUAD

Started this months ago and never fucking finished it until now. Anywho, here are the sillies and their kiddos some ten(ish) years or so after Mt. Tantiss.

They are my babies and I absolutely adore them. I had a love/hate relationship with coming up with their outfits. I'm the worst when it comes to designing outfits, but it was fun implementing the wave motif of the Pabu citizen's clothing into some of them :)

Anyways, without further ado, the silly squad families and a few things about them! Feel free to ask questions or anything about any of them :D

Guardians Family: The Yuns

Later down the line, Hunter and Jung get (platonically) married and are the last to do so within the squad

Before that, they adopt Mox and Sami into their family - with Mox taking after Hunter and Sami becoming a sort of padawan for Jung

After getting married, they adopt Huihana who was orphaned after her parents were sadly lost at sea

Huihana is half human and half Mirialan - with her name meaning "lily/lotus" in Māori and 'Hana' meaning "one" in Korean

Mox gets the Pantoran clan tattoos to match with Sami and Sami adds on some extra tattoos in honor of Jung

Hunter and Jung do emotionally adopt a lot of the kiddos around the island though and will usually have a duckling trail following them around

Jung starts to find his voice again and he takes it upon himself to help out and train any of the Force sensitive kiddos on Pabu

Hunter also becomes something of a teacher as well but more so with life/combat skills until Huihana comes into the picture and he becomes content with being a stay at home dad

Occasionally Mox will go with Omega to do Rebellion work every now and then, but he prefers staying and helping out where he can on Pabu

The kids call Hunter "Dad" and Jung "Seon"

Scompscope Family: The Cossas

Third of the squad to get married - as soon as they're able to take a break from Rebellion stuff they decide better late than never and that they deserve something nice like that

But before that, they unofficially adopt Deke after Echo takes him under his wing and Deke helps them out with Rebellion stuff

Later on, Viram and Echo have Tikan and Zisanu who aren't old enough to help out yet but want to

Rex is their godfather that they jokingly call "Grandpa" - Echo finds this hilarious, Rex does not

The boys are also known as "Dee," "Tee," and "Zee"

Tika[n] means 'Heavy' in Tsonga while Zisanu means 'Five' in Chichewa in honor of Hevy and Fives

Echo and Viram still do Rebellion work here and there whenever Rex needs them, but after awhile Viram starts to stay on Pabu a little more to spend time with her boys and eventually Echo does the same

Then on Pabu, Viram does work at the clinic while Echo helps were he can and still aids the Rebellion, albeit remotely

In his place though, Deke joins the rebellion and comes back every now and then with his cousins

The kids call Echo "Dad" and Viram "Ma"

Starburst Family: The Nultezes

Wrecker and Khea are the first to get married and spontaneously do so literally like a month or two after Tantiss

Itri is a Foundling that Khea adopted prior to reuniting with Wrecker on Pabu and also decides to adopt Stak as a Foundling as well (Look, having a clone and a Mandalorian as parents just means you're going to have a shitton of kids both human and furbabies)

Itri means route/way in Latin and also meaning "star" in Tamazight; which fits the star/starpaths/way motifs that stem from Khea's background

Marama and Maia are twins and Elio is the (current) youngest

Maia meaning "brave/confident" in Māori, Marama means "moon/bright" in Māori, while Elio means "sun" from Greek roots

They essentially run a little farm on the island with all of the pets they've adopted and their kids love to garden as well

Khea and Wrecker also run a little auto shop on the side and fix up things around Pabu to keep busy

Their home essentially becomes a sanctuary within the sanctuary that is Pabu; they welcome anyone and everyone and always have good food and a place to stay at their place

Stak helps out with the Rebellion alongside his cousins and Itri wants to do the same, though she's not quite old enough yet

The kids call Wrecker "Pa/Buir" and Khea "Buir/Amá"

TechPhee Family: The Genoas

Second of the squad to get married - after Tech recovers from everything, Phee makes sure that he doesn't get away from her again

Shortly after they have Vela (farsighted) and then Rangi (nearsighted)

Vela means "viligant/watchful" but it's also the name of a constellation taken directly from the Latin word for the sail of a ship (which is fitting considering Phee is a pirate and Tech and her are both phenomenal pilots)

Rangi means "Sky/heavens" in Māori (again, fitting that pilot thing)

Rangi is HEAVILY inspired by Mutant Mayhem Donnie and I would totally have Micah Abbey voice him as a voice claim

Vela absolutely loves cartography and topography while Rangi is a big fan of entomology and riot racing

They mostly live out of Phee's ship and call it home, but they do have a place to stay on Pabu whenever they visit

They're always bringing back cool stories and souvenirs from their travels for all their nieces and nephews/cousins

They're a family to be reckoned with, these kids are the best parts of their parents all mixed into one - their only weakness is losing their glasses and even then it's a momentary set back

Phee is still a liberator of ancient wonders, but now they more so help out with the Rebellion

The kids call Tech "Dad" and Phee "Mom/Ma"

Sharpshooter Family: The Marrs

Second to last of the squad to get married because Tay was taking too long to ask so Crosshair asked for him

Also they take a LONG time to adjust to a civilian life they're both reeling with the trauma of what they'd endured and the feeling of finally being free from "the machine"

Last ones to adopt though because Tay was always wary about kids but didn't have a choice when Crosshair came back one day with Akona-Mae after helping Echo out with a mission

Akona is a hybrid; she's half Nautolan and half Pantoran and was adopted when she was around 2 years old

The "Mae" part of her name comes from "May"Day in honor of the Commander while Akona means "to enthuse" in Māori

Akona is non verbal, she loves to bite, and her dads are both super protective of her while spoiling her rotten

Ignore the fact that she's a six-year old with a tattoo - her dad is Crosshair, okay?

Speaking of tattoo, she gets the usual "clan tattoo" that the Pantorans have to match Crosshair and Tay gets something similar as well

They're a family of fishermen with a place close by the shore/docks - Tay and Akona are both amphibious races so they really enjoy living on Pabu

Rarely, Akona will call Crosshair "Pa" and Tay "Apá" verbally but usually when she's addressing them she'll tap her tattoo for Crosshair and tug at her front two tendrils for Tay

To be completely honest with you, these are probably not the final drafts. I have an oc who is involved in Jung's story that I may or may not add to his family (depending on whether or not I kill off that character) and I've been slowly liking the idea of Wrecker and Khea being in a poly relationship with another OC but I haven't finalized a design for him, so until then it's just the two of them for now. Later on I'll probably add him to the family once I figure out what he looks like :)

Additional Information:

💫 Silly Squad Masterlist 💫 First Secgen Post

[theseshipsshallsail]

Summary:

The minutes soon blur in such blissful suspension, and as the unshuttered windows turn an inky black, Oliver immerses himself in the whens, wheres and inestimable hows of their blossoming reality. What he and Elio share defies definition, yet the idea of losing it is truly abhorrent. He needs this. Needs them. Everything they’re capable of being together. The promise and potential contained therein. There’s no turning back even if he wanted to, and drawing a hand up Elio’s flank he rests his chin upon his sweat-damp crown. Wonders when the hummingbird-flutter at his core became love, before deciding maybe it always has been, and he was just too afraid to acknowledge it.

The Difference Between Possible And Impossible (Lies Mainly In Determination)

He’d been dreaming, Oliver realises, as a drunken holler from the Piazza Navona interrupts the doze he had zero warning of slipping into. His mind’s eye transporting him to the villa’s orle of paradise. Elio swimming lazy laps in a set of borrowed bathers. The next day’s pages for Signora Milani all but forgotten as he apricated from head to toe; donning his tinted Persols in deference to the azure sky above. 

In all honesty, the scene mirrors memory more so than imagination, and the sluggish warmth it leaves in Oliver’s veins feels pleasantly reminiscent of the vintage scotch he’d savoured his final night in B. At Annella’s insistence, dinner was a family affair in light of his imminent departure, but with the feast devoured and dishes cleared, the professor ushered him to the study for a well-earned digestif. The pair of them discussing his varied plans for Rome, even as a sombre rendition of Debussy’s Clair de Lune drifted from the living room opposite; tearing at Oliver’s heartstrings with every mournful chord.

“Ice, born of fire, that in turn holds fire,” his mentor mused at length, swirling the mahogany liquid in his lead-crystal tumbler. “È notevole… is it not? How under the right circumstances, something so obstinate as sand itself can be transformed entirely. Reborn, one might say, to the inverse of its maker.”

In terms of subtlety it left a lot to be desired, and Oliver’d masked his quiet desperation behind a measured sip, unable to quash the hard knot of regret that threatened to choke him. Regret, that fails to exist in the liminal twilight of their Corso del Rinascimento hotel room. Banished, as it was, the second they’d watched the plastic wall clock outstrip the hour of his flight’s departure. 

He’s been damn-near euphoric ever since. 

Giddy as a ninth-grader playing truant. 

For the first time in years, he’s chosen the road less travelled, but with Elio in his corner - and sheer determination to guide him - Oliver’s certain that together they’ll move mountains if necessary, to forge a path that’s theirs and theirs alone. 

Again, a commotion starts up in the streets outside. Several joyful voices raised in concert. Oliver doesn’t recognise the song - though it’s somewhat harmonious compared to his own rendition of Fenesta Ca Lucive with the German tourist - and a helpless smile graces his lips when Elio grumbles in response; letting loose a snuffling snore alongside his collarbone.

The gossamer gleam from the balcony gilds his features in a diffuse palette: covetous swaths of rosé and gold that chase the encroaching shadows from his sleeping form. It’s grounding, Oliver finds. The steady exhalations that tickle his Adam’s apple. The rhythmic rise and fall of his shoulders; perfectly in sync with his newly unshackled lungs. They’re two halves of a whole - cut from the same cloth - and rubbing the grit from his scratchy eyelids he moulds a palm to Elio’s slender waist, sighing in contentment when the other man burrows closer, one leg inveigling itself between the snug harbour of his thighs.

The minutes soon blur in such blissful suspension, and as the unshuttered windows turn an inky black, Oliver immerses himself in the whens, wheres and inestimable hows of their blossoming reality. What he and Elio share defies definition, yet the idea of losing it is truly abhorrent. He needs this. Needs them. Everything they’re capable of being together. The promise and potential contained therein. There’s no turning back even if he wanted to, and drawing a hand up Elio’s flank he rests his chin upon his sweat-damp crown. 

Wonders when the hummingbird-flutter at his core became love, before deciding maybe it always has been, and he was just too afraid to acknowledge it.  

In due course, blunt-nailed fingertips splay across his sternum; crafting a subconscious chord above his too-full ribs. Elio’s lashes are a charcoal smudge against his cheek, and the rumbling purr that escapes his throat invokes a mental slideshow of their wanton activities earlier. Unsurprisingly, the earthy scent of passion hangs thick in the muggy air; overpowering the honeysuckle sweetness adorning the trellis outside. The salty ghosts of tears, also, shed by two star-crossed lovers who’d feared being reduced to a cautionary tale: a Grecian tragedy for the modern age.

Schmaltzy, perhaps, but their truth is inescapable, and at the first sign of Elio stirring beside him, Oliver can’t help but press a lingering kiss to the riotous curls at his temple.

No more speeches, he thinks, as Elio arches like a pampered tomcat.

“I swear I’ll make you happy,” he whispers instead, and the thousand-watt grin that follows settles deep and thrilling and forever in his soul. 

[vesarcanus-if]

Demo: 9/6/23

Your parents are the biggest Vampire mobsters in Vas Arcanus and are the heads of the notorious Florentia Family. On your 25th birthday, your parents gift you with an important role in the family: running Blood Bank, their nightclub and base of operations. Unfortunately, a few years ago your first love, a burlesque dancer at Blood Bank, was murdered. The culprit was never found …supposedly. With your new position within the Ves Arcanus Underground, maybe you can finally find answers and serve justice or revenge.

In the city of Ves Arcanus, you’ll encounter Supernaturals of several different species and work alongside the most powerful families in organized crime: the Arcanus Six. The Six includes the Florentia Family, the Lombardi Family, the Seth Family, the De Mevius Family, the Sundale Family, and the Vatura Family.

Demo Features:

Play as male, female, nonbinary, or transgender; gay, straight, or bisexual.

Navigate organized crime within the Ves Arcanus Underground, and maintain the Florentia’s infamous reputation or run it into the ground.

Work to solve the “cold case” murder of your first love and choose to be judge, jury, or executioner.

Run a popular Vampire nightclub and keep the cops, and your rivals, from sniffing around.

Play as a Vampire in a city inhabited by Faeries, Selkies, Witches, Demons, and humans.

Romance or befriend one of the six gender-selectable RO’s and choose to hook up* with seven of the many side characters

Content Warnings (18+): drug and alcohol use, violence, blood, strong language, optional explicit sexual content, death/murder

Lisa/Leon Whitlock, 27- Faerie

A young director who got lucky and stayed lucky, Whitlock could be your way into important Faerie circles. They’re fun, sweet, and adventurous enough to sneak around with you given the right motivation. Like all artists, they’re unpredictable and don’t seem quite ready to settle down yet.

Alessia/Alessandro “Ale” Lombardi, 30- Vampire

The eldest child and former heir of the Lombardi Family, Ale is no stranger to crime, intimidation, and violence. They’ve used their family’s influence to fund a political career and leave mob life behind, supposedly. They take some time to warm up but are a loyal friend and lover once they do.

Charlotte/Charles “Charlie” Cole, 35- Cambion

After a rough childhood, Charlie became a cop to help troubled youth like them. They don’t love being a cop, but they feel it’s the best way they can help kids. Charlie has turned their life around, but maybe you can persuade them to break the rules for you.

Serafina/Sero De Mevius, 24- Witch

A spoiled rich kid with an Ivy league education, De Mevius isn’t like most mobsters you know. They have an air of mystery and don’t really seem to care about upholding their family’s name. They love to spend their dads’ money on parties, charities, and maybe on you too.

Dion Parker, 25- Dragonkin (half dragon/half human)

Your friend since high school, Dion is just along for the ride as you look for answers. Whether they agree with your methods, Dion sticks around to hopefully keep you out of trouble. Your parents trust them to keep books at the club so they’re always nearby.

Eliana/Elio “El” Rivera, 28- Unknown

El will do most anything for a story, especially when it keeps them alive and out of jail. They are fearless and stubborn as a bull, but that may be a front to hide how alone they feel in Ves Arcanus. El has eyes and ears everywhere in Ves Arcanus, but can you get close enough to learn their secrets?

Sam (they/them) early 20s, Witch*

Tall, lean with some muscle, very short curly brown hair, warm brown skin with vitiligo | A Kitchen Witch from a civilian family on the outskirts of Ves Arcanus.

Jewels (she/her) mid 20s, Fastus (Pride Demon)*

Short, curvaceous, waist length straight black hair, honey brown skin (Indian) | One of Lamia’s top spies.

Tisa (he/him) early 30s, Faerie*

Moderate height, muscular, buzzcut black hair and stubble, light tan skin (Korean) | Lives in Neráida Forest, a friend of Alvina Sundale.

Vance (he/him) late 20s, Vampire*

Somewhat tall, some muscles, short black hair usually slicked back, olive skin | A regular at Blood Bank, he’s had a crush on you for years.

Lamia (she/her) mid 50s, Succubus*

Short, slim, shoulder length blonde hair, pale skin | Former head of the Seth Family, now the most infamous spymistress in Ves Arcanus.

Honey (she/they, transfem) late 30s, Faerie*

Tall, lithe but curvy, long brown hair, tan skin (Brazilian) | Lives in an apartment not far from Neráida Forest.

Jennifer/Jensen Albright (gender selectable) 25, Dhampir*

Long/short black hair, fair skin, septum piercing | Your Right Hand as the Florentia Family heir.

Jeanette Heart, mid 40’s, Vampire

Moderate height, fair skin, shoulder length blonde hair, brown eyes | Your therapist last for the 3 years.

Sebastian De Mevius, 24, Witch

Tall, curly dark brown hair, light brown skin, brown eyes | S. De Mevius’ twin brother and De Mevius Family heir.

Billy Marston, early 50’s, Demon

Tall, brown hair, brown eyes, stubble | El’s editor.

Georgina, mid 20’s, Vampire

Average height, blonde hair, grey eyes | Bartender at Blood Bank.

[danisdistant]

sunday - your past sins are meaningless - part three

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»» ──────ஓ๑ ★ ๑ஓ ────── ««

sunday stood behind you, his arms were crossed, and his wings were slightly parted downwards. he seemed like he was thinking intently, something you didn’t bother to interrupt.

“this place is the main communication center.” you said, pointing to the largest monitor in the center. “each one of us carry a type of… holographic device that we use to communicate with each other.”

“…i personally like to use my headset, but with the device we can see our members’ body languages as well.”

“i’m not that advanced with the tech, but i’d like to show you it in action.” you stepped closer to the monitor, while sunday cautiously followed.

you summoned a keyboard similar to silver wolf’s, although it was slightly less advanced and less powerful. it took merely a few seconds before you began to call kafka.

“hm? if it isn’t [name].” she spoke, smiling as a holographic form of her appeared from the ground. “i see you’re back from penacony. how’s our newest member?”

sunday raised an eyebrow upon listening to your conversation.

“uhmm..” you leaned a bit backwards to sunday, motioning with your hand to get closer. “come on, the hologram will be able to show you once you’re closer.”

“…and if i don’t want to be shown?” he raised an eyebrow, causing you to sigh in response. “come on, the device only picks up audio when you’re close to it. besides, i’m sure you have a lot of questions.”

sunday sighed, finally stepping closer after you mentioned the possibility of his questions getting answered. although, that doesn’t mean he wants to warm up to you or the other stellaron hunters.

"oh? well if it isn't sunday, former head of the oak family." kafka greeted, giving a small smile and wave. "i'd rather have greeted and introduce myself in person. but alas, i'm a few galaxies away."

"you and [name] claim that i'm a new member here." sunday said, crossing his arms. "…why? what exactly is your motive? surely by now, you have contacted the ipc and declared the amount of credits you want?”

“don’t be so foolish, sunday. as for why… well, i suppose elio saw you as a good fit for a stellaron hunter.” kafka answered, leaving sunday just as confused.

“a good fit? how ridiculous.” he gritted his teeth as his wings retracted slightly. “i’m nothing but a sinner, who betrayed the family’s beliefs for the order. what makes you think i won’t do the same, that i’ll betray the stellaron hunters?”

“that choice is yours, sunday." she replied after a hesitant pause. "while you believe that now, i believe that elio chose you because you're lost in life."

"just like how each and every one of us were."

her sentence hit a bit too close to home, causing you to briefly remember what your life felt like before kafka herself invited you to join. however, you weren't exactly sure if sunday found her answer sufficient.

as you took a glance at his expression, you were slightly surprised that he had some sort of lost expression. as if he too had a brief flashback to what he experienced in the past.

sunday shook his head, ruffled his wings, and asked one more question. "and what if i choose not to join? are you going to throw me back to the ipc's grasp?"

"of course not. after all, you're already our member." kafka gave another smile before sunday backed off, seemingly out of questions left to ask. "if that's all the question's you're going to ask, i'll go ahead and take my leave now. it's been a while since i've last checked up on blade."

while you waved goodbye, the hologram dissipated into nothingness, only leaving the sound of a commuter hum in the background. "you and her seem confident that i'm joining." sunday muttered after a pause.

"...that's because it's in our script." you replied, tucking the device back into your pocket. sunday raised one of his eyebrows in confusion. "script..."

"yeah, our script. have you not heard about elio and his script before?" you raised an eyebrow yourself, following in confusion. being the infamous stellaron hunters, you were certain that at least sunday would have known about what they do.

besides stealing stellarons of course.

"how can i simplify this.." you placed your finger on your chin as you summarized what sunday needs to know. "while kafka seems like the leader of our group to some, it's actually elio who leads all of us."

you explained who elio was, his future foreseeing abilities, and the scripts he orders the members to do. you even mentioned that sunday was in the script, being mentioned as a 'bird to be broken out of its cage.'

"so, let me get this straight." sunday sighed somewhat passive-aggressively. "you people have been following this person's orders who claim to see the future? and you haven't even seen elio in person?"

"kafka has." you rebutted. "although, i will admit we don't know much about his past. he's a cool guy though."

"take me to him." sunday mumbled, an order that surprised briefly. taking him to elio? well, that would be easy, if you knew exactly where he is at this moment. "well here's the thing... i don't exactly know—"

"yo, [name]!" silver wolf's voice interrupted you as she walked into the room, carrying a familiar object in her hand. "i've got a new script. the recipient is to you."

"and sunday."

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the script seemed simple enough. ever since you broke sunday out and removed him from the ipc's grasp, it would make sense that they've been searching for him and the stellaron hunters ever since.

while it wasn't anything intense, your goal was to eliminate some of the ipc's top investigators who've been trying to find their location. even with silver wolf's encryption, somehow an unknown person keeps unencrypting it, leaving their location more vulnerable.

but, you were slightly surprised to see sunday's name mentioned. especially when he's just joined. more accurately, he's still considering on officially joining.

the two of you aren't planned to act till three days from now.

"hmmm... in the meanwhile, i think it's best for us to get some rest. i'm sure for you it's been a long day." you said, stretching your arms as sunday once again had that lost look in his eye. almost as though he doesn't know what option to pick.

in reality, he doesn't even know if he wants to join you and stellaron hunters. logically speaking, your faction seemed unstable. fragile. and weak. especially if the members are only following some strange being who sees the future.

but at the same time, the more he comes to learn about the stellaron hunters from you, the more he feels like this is the place he might be able to finally be free.

he's been deceived by his father ever since at a young age, he's betrayed his own sister following the order, and he's been locked up in chains for his crimes by the ipc.

what if... this was his chance where he might be able to move on from his past? away from the influences of gopher wood? away from the order? away from penacony?

'that choice is yours, sunday.' kafka's voice repeated itself in sunday's head. of course, it's his own choice.

should he finally lift his wings he's been told to never flap, and fly out to the stars? or, should he run back to the cage? a cage that's been beat and battered until it can no longer be recognized. a cage that no longer accepts it's own captive.

you've noticed that sunday hasn't spoken for a good while, which you assumed was because he's been lost in his own thoughts. although, it was completely understandable.

when kafka said that every one of the stellaron hunters were somehow lost in life, you knew she wasn't lying.

in fact she's the one along with firefly who approached you at the lowest point of your life. while you'd rather not remember the specifics, you remembered the feeling of how you were only drifting in life.

you couldn't make a choice in life even where an infinite amount of choices are at your disposal. what kafka and the others gave you, was a reason to make a choice.

even after your own flashbacks and thoughts, you noticed that sunday was still hesitating to say something. you sighed. "i thought i told you, you don't have to answer immediately."

"you can make your choice when it feels right. even after this mission. now come on, lemmie show you where the rooms are. there's an extra one for you to stay at."

sunday followed you, trailing not far behind. although, there's a slightly warmer feeling in his chest now that you've still given him a choice.

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"i'm back.." you sighed, exhausted. "i gave sunday some of the leftovers and took him to the extra room. i thought that it would be best for him to rest for a good while."

"i heard you received another script from elio, [name]." firefly said behind some chopsticks full of noodles. you sat down on the couch nodding in response. "yeah, but it's nothing major. sunday and i are just going to get back at a couple of ipc members."

"if that's the case, you better make it quick." silver wolf munched at another potato chip. "one of the gacha games you play is going to update three days from now. if you don't get the head start, i might take the lead and get ahead of you."

"don't you dare..!"

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