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[milksnake-tea]

illu when someone asks if u wish to go sea the ocean do u say shore in response

thank you snob for being normal ily

[2nobwaffles]

GUYS

IVE BEEN UNSHADOWBANNED

WE'RE SO BACK

WILL PROBABLY NOT USE THIS BLOG FOR A WHILE AND GO BACK TO @snobwaffles

ITS JOEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[celestiamail]

you've got mail . . . !

✧ recipient/to: @i23kazu @yuellii @zhongrin @snobwaffles @dustofthedailylife @euniveve @kaelily

✧ sender/from: anonymous

honestly i have so many words to say to so many people!! but you guys are absolute sweethearts istg. i'm so happy to have you all in the past couple of months...and even though i'm not as active on the server, you ( and a lot of other people i wish i could have mentioned ) bring a real smile to my face. so thank you! thank you for being here!

♡, celestiamail

[aimixx]

HI MIMI HOPE IM NOT LATE BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!! HOPE THIS ONE IS THE BEST ONE YET

NO UR NOT BESTIE TYSMMMMM ILY

[akutasoda]

HI Q HOPE UR DAYS GOING WELL!! i am soso curious abt the title "dreaming costs money" and i am listening to whatever is going on there bc IT SOUNDS RLY INTERESTING

hiii snob! im doing alright what about you?

well originally it was (and still is) the name for a bsd beast fic but i was debating changing that because i had a better idea and couldn't get that out of my head.

so now it's the title of a fic to do with some specific penacony characters! - i changed it after i had the idea from playing the new 2.0 update. it's essentially about having real life dreams vs what dream you can have inside the dream world of penacony - how easy it is to have anything inside of the dreamworld but in real life you still have to fight for what you want. and it's you telling them how you want to leave penacony and pursue your dream elsewhere but they want to convince you to stay as you could have anything here and if you leave, they can no longer hope to be with you.

it's still a little but rough and some details haven't been smoothed out but im glad you were inticed by the title haha!

[gl4di0lus]

THANK U SUA >:0 <3333333

oKaY....:3

well, every morning when the sun beams into my eyes I can kinda see that...

This one has gotta be the most accurate ever. >:)

tags :3 @lowkeyren @theother-victoria @vxnuslogy @snobwaffles @rninies (No pressure btw :)) [@akasukonukon (ur ass better not make fun of me for this >:(]

Making a chain cause why not!? Hdisiwisjs

Put your name/nickname in the Character Headcanon Generator and see what you get!

Link!

Erm...so-

@starsinthenigth @mxnaceo @duckp0t + Anyone who wants to do it! (No pressure)

[st6rly]

J LOVE THE NEW THEME I WISH TO CHEW ON IT!!!! SHAUN THE SHEEP>>>>>>>>>>>>

SNOB SNOB SNOB SHAKES YOU LIKE A PROTEIN DRINK RAHHH TY TY <333 i love shaun the sheep fr. the only man i need in life is shaun the sheep guys you don’t understand.

[ryuryuryuyurboat]

come do the "would you sit next to me" picrews i found on twitter (and tumblr) with me!!

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(no pressure) tagging: @kazemiya @ainescribe @thalaglia @dustofthedailylife @venusflwers @kaeffeinee @soleillunne @manager-of-the-pudding-bank @catcze @euniveve @snobwaffles @haliyamori @jingyuansbird @faesther @oveloof @heiayen @akiayama @https-furina @achy-boo @zhongrin @twanette @vennnnn-diagram @mhiieee @realkavehgf @yinyinggie ++ everyone else who wants to do it!! if you see this you're automatically tagged. no pressure though hehe

[hismourningflower]

hey moots lets start a wholesome chain because i think it’s very well needed tonight 🫶🏻 no rules, just reblog & tag people who you love very much and think deserve the world !!

@snobwaffles @dumbificat @soleillunne @manumimiii @xianyoon @blue-b3rries @sparklyspring @hwaitham @bunicate @nervocat @yaminohimeyume @ryuryuryuyurboat @auroratumbles @mikacynth @/heiayen @www-brontide + all the members of ecrin & anyone reading this !!

ehe… uhm my first time startin one of these i just wanna spread some positivity, i don’t like seeing people down n’ stuff 🥺

[i23kazu]

GENSHIN MEN & THEM HAVING A CRUSH ON YOU .

characters. xiao zhongli kaeya diluc childe alhaitham kaveh x reader genre. romantic fluff kind of! also kind of suggestive, based on how you look at it an. i am losing my mind. is it obvious (part 4379543!) | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

xiao

goes out of his way to avoid you. just the quickest glance can bring a full flush to his face, a telltale sign of his infatuation with you. he begs rex lapis to make you think he doesn't hate you, no matter how many times he disappears as quick as he arrives when talking to you.

zhongli

squeezes out every last bit of mora to buy you treats, and sometimes borrows childe's money for it. the cutest keychain, or the most delicious looking sweets – whatever he thinks you'd like, he'd buy for you. sometimes his payments come in the form of IOUs.

kaeya

writes letters to you, but never sends them. each letter has a heart-wrenching essay-like message – it spans pages, trust him – dedicated to you, but kaeya never has the heart to actually send it out to your address. sticking on the stamps and pretending that he did will have to do.

diluc

lets his touch linger a little longer. a pat on the back can turn into him dusting off your shoulders, insisting that the recent fight left a splotch of mud on your tunic, when there was nothing at all. he's subtle about it, but his red-growing cheeks are a blaring signal that you notice.

childe

smiles more around you. he's a jokey man by nature, but with you? his smiles are genuine. he no longer needs to hide his troubles past a facade of happiness because with you, his happiness is genuine. it's real, and it's seeping through every pore of his body with the life you breathe into him.

alhaitham

like childe, he smiles – the stone face he usually reserves for the public is wiped away, now replaced with a gentle and soft smile that lights up his face. his demeanor changes; alhaitham is noticeably happier around you. people tell you that you change him, but you never seem to notice.

kaveh

he laughs. there's no more fake laughter to get out of situations or to please old aunties who are too involved in his life for him to be happy. he genuinely laughs at every joke you tell, or every silly gift you playfully give to him. these mourning flowers seem to perk up a little every time you're around.

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[knnichs]

STEM MEETS HUMSS

your teachers have planned a collaboration between the three strands for the christmas event on the 18th. you've gotten quite close with a certain top student in stem–and it seems that you have caught his attention too.

c. tighnari x gn!reader

t. strangers to friends, no romance YET, reader has a crush on tighnari, filipino school culture, cursing, innacurate depictions of senior highschool, not proofread we die like ... like .. sweats um. wc: 3.1k

taglist. @pneumosia @gladiolus-nyx @snobwaffles thanks for brainrotting abt this with me chat && @thestarswhisper @tragedy-of-commons @azuresaqua @writingandmusing @usagiarchives @hanniejji -> join the taglist here!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KING!!! author notes at the end, as always :D

“And as for the letter delivery event,” Albedo opens a file on his laptop to present on the tv screen–the draft proposal of your class for this holiday. “How do you plan to do that?”��

You doodle mindlessly on your paper, faking the scribbles made from the ballpoint pen as ‘taking notes.’ Honestly, if the senior high faculty didn’t decide on making a semester end project, you wouldn’t even have to stress about this. At least it was a collaboration between subjects so it meant there was less work to do, although you do have to worry about the different rubrics. 

You sigh, quite deeply at that.

“It’s actually pretty self explanatory. They order through an online form, write a letter and choose a bundle of gifts, and we deliver it to the recipient. Whether the sender wants it to be an anonymous thing is up to them,” Navia, your section's representative, answers. The bell rings right on time, cutting Albedo off right before he was about to say something.

It was already 4:30, you’d have to commute back home so–you’ll be back by what, 5:30? Considering the rush hour too… Oh god, absolutely nothing could make you like the rush hour. The train is always packed, the buses feel like you’re sardines packed in a can–a very hot, sweaty, and humid can, and you’ll be stuck with the bass of the music just blasting in your ear every few seconds. 

“Okay, before you all leave–ensure that each strand representative assigns you all a role. As for Stem, everything is already.. well, almost, set.” Albedo starts packing up his things, unplugging his laptop and taking his pen. “I still have to assign someone to lead the graphics later, but Kinich will handle the research team, please note that down.”

“Is this only for our donation drive, or for… everything?” Kinich asks, crossing his arms. 

“Only for our donation drive and for the actual seminar itself before the party. Ah, well actually–you reminded me of something.” The blonde nods, gesturing for Navia and Chiori to come forward to the table. You groan, slumping down on your desk–face all squashed up on the wood. You check your watch; 4:35, when will this end? “Okay, this is the last one, I swear.” Navia smiles. “Then you can all go home, it’s quick, I promise you.”

“There are two different things we will work on: The first would be each strand’s event–like the donation drive, the delivery service, and the raffle. The second would be the seminar itself, this is the one we will all work together on.” She continues, “We agreed on having Humss and Stem lead the presentation itself. ABM will host the program, is everyone okay with that?” 

“That’s it, you’re free to leave.” Chiori nods, “Turn off the lights and the AC. Thank you, everyone, and goodluck.”

This is going to be a hellish three weeks.

A part of you silently hoped that Navia would assign you to the presentation. Not only is research something you despise, it strains your eyes to stay glued to a monitor for 20 hours. Well, you’ll still technically be doing the same thing if you’re editing the presentation–but that’s besides the point. Graphics means less thinking, more doing (and going on pinterest to ‘look for inspiration’) (which is also short for doom scrolling)

Your phone flashes on, a notification snapping you out of your silent prayer. Navia had messaged your group chat accompanied with quite a long series of mentions. Yes, she tagged you almost 20 times already, and she’s still going.

4:59 PM | YOU : ??????? yes?? Navia : DO U REMEMBER THAT HALLWAY CRUSH U KEPT TALKING ABOUT

Ah yes, your infamous hallway crush. The one your friends had labelled as boy number 10 with how much you fell in love with the most random group of people. You knew three things max about him. One, he helped you fix up the classroom when you were assigned as the class cleaner along with three other people. Said three ditched you and went home early, you were lucky enough to still be there even a few minutes after because if it weren't for that–you probably would have never met this guy at all. He helped you clean up the random bits of paper on the floor, and your dumbass forgot to ask for his name. Two, a few days later you see him go inside the stem classroom. You were too shy to actually ask for his name–even if you did have a few acquaintances in their class, you’re scared that news might reach him and that he would start avoiding you. And finally…

– HUMSS, except we’re the patient

5:00 PM | Navia : IM LITERALLY ASSIGNING YOU TO THE GRAPHICS TEAM RN. HES LEADING THE PRESENTATION Mualani : girl u didnt even mention his name yet Navia : wait dont they know already ???? YOU : NO? 5:01 PM | Mualani : OH BOY. his name is tighnari btw one of the top students in stem Mualani : u hit jackpot with this or something cause like. WOW. top student thats insane Mualani : wonder how hes going to deal with your stupid ahh 😭 YOU : this is literally slander. not you speaking as if you didnt get a 5/25 on the math test earlier YOU : also, the block button looks so good rn 5:02 PM | Mualani : WHAT Mualani : DONT YOU DARE Mualani : YOU MEAN TO SAY THE TIME WE SPENT TOGETHER MEANT NOTHING TO YOU???? Navia : WAIT SHUT UP IM ADDING U TO THE GC

You shortly get added to an almost 20 person group chat titled PRESENTATION, no creativity whatsoever, you grade the originality a 2 out of 5. Only one text has been sent – and Navia was not lying when she said your hallway crush was leading the graphics team. After a bit of research (visiting his profile,) you come to realize that yeah, she was right, and you are doomed.

– HUMSS, EXCEPT WE’RE THE PATIENT

5:05 PM | Navia : trust me when i say that i got your back on this Navia : navia for best wingman when YOU : ill literally do your reviewer for the exams if u help set me up YOU : arent you close with albedo PLEASE TELL HIM TO DO SOMETHING YOU : without mentioning my name. ofc 5:06 PM | Navia : 👍 Navia : LIKE I SAID, I GOT UR BACK YOU : ILY

Two weeks have passed since the original planning for the event. Your plate has been so full you didn’t even realize there have been an additional three new projects you need to work on–and they were all due next week. Thanks to the absolutely soul crushing curriculum your school decided to follow, you are now going to school at 6 a.m, going home at 5 p.m (if you’re lucky enough,) and have even more things to worry about at home. You don’t even get to sleep until 12.

“Is this a sign to drop out?” You grumble, laying your head down on the desk. 

“If you are–I am definitely joining you.” Mualani draped her jacket over your shoulders, giving you a pat on the back as a way to comfort you. “How’re things with you and guy number 10?”

Oh, right. You haven’t mustered up any courage at all to start talking with him. Everytime you get the chance to approach him, you cowardly run away internally screaming you weren’t ready for commitment just yet. You were just going to talk to him–not start a relationship immediately!

“I mean, it’s… nothing special happened. I haven’t gotten to talk to him.” Brushing off some of the hair that was on your face, you look at Mualani’s grim expression. She faked a sniffle–kneeling on the ground on some dramatic act. Reaching a hand out to the board and her left arm on her heart.

“Oh, gods! You’re going to die alone at this rate!” The girl cries out, and you cringe at her–she stands straight up again, brushing off some of the dirt that got on her skirt. “On a serious note though, when do you plan on actually trying to befriend him? This is your chance, just take it.”

“It’s not like my life depends on this situation. It’s just a crush, it’ll pass.” 

“Woow–” Mualani drags off, quite sarcastically. “Look at you all grown up! Did your frontal lobe develop overnight or something?”

“Shut up!” 

A blank canva screen is all you’re greeted with once you got home. Nothing has really popped in your head–no amount of doom scrolling on pinterest was able to help your… predicament. You technically volunteered for this–the presentation. You’ve thought about tugging your hair off your head out of frustration again, but you already did that earlier the first time you opened the canva file. How you wish it could just put the elements on the screen by itself already, you’re too exhausted to really deal with this.

Your phone buzzes as it lights up, a notification on the graphics team pops up on your homescreen, and you click on it to open the group chat.

– PRESENTATION

6:14 PM | Tighnari : Good evening! We will have a meeting at 6:30 PM. It’ll last around an hour or so, it’ll be a quick discussion with everyone so we can all settle on a common theme for the flow of events. Tighnari : [google meet link] Tighnari : If you cannot attend, react to this message so I can relay what happened here.

About 10 people reacted with a sobbing emoji. You debated if you even wanted to join yourself, but you eventually just set your phone back down and opened the link, waiting for it to open.

“Oh, you’re quite early.” A voice comes out of your laptop's speakers. You almost jump out of your seat, hovering your mouse to the tab of the meeting only to realize it was boy number 10 talking to you. “We’re starting in like, 10 minutes from now. Did you have a question?”

Wow, the timing. What a coincidence. 

You turn your mic on, “No, I just joined so I wouldn’t be late.”

“I see.”

Mualani’s words from earlier echoed in your head. She’s right, this project is an excuse for you to get the chance to talk to him. This is bad. You can’t think of anything to continue the conversation–

“You’re the one who was left behind in the classroom, right?” 

“What?”

Someone dig a hole and bury you in it now. He remembers? You remember you were close to tears that time! That might just be the most humiliating thing you’ve ever experienced and you were upset over everything that day–you were late to class because you woke up quite late, your food was already burning while you ironed your clothes, you ended up burning a part of your uniform because you didn’t get rid of the plug, you left your lunch on the table because you were in a rush–it was truly the most hectic day you’ve ever experienced. 

“I mean–yeah, the cleaners thing? Thanks for… helping me out, by the way.” You replied.

He hummed, a hint of amusement in his voice. Does he find this funny? 

“I can only guess that you weren’t having the best day. I just had some extra time and noticed your classmates had left you behind, it’s no problem.”

You fall silent, unsure of how to continue this.

“I forgot to ask for your name,” wait, that just sounds odd. “for the–uh, presentation. Since we’re working together, right?” you mumbled.

“Tighnari, what about you?” 

“[Name].” 

“I’ll keep that in mind, then. Since we’re working together.” He chuckled. It didn’t take too long until a few other people started joining the meeting. 

It was already way past midnight and you were still working on the stupid presentation. It didn’t help that you felt like you were really the only one working on this–save for Navia. Mualani hasn’t touched the file at least once and only really gave criticism on the placement of the random elements. There’s really no way you can actually drink alcohol, so you choose to drown your sorrows away with yet another cup of coffee, and the damned presentation. 

You go on the last blank slide with a dark blue color for the background and some random low quality star in hopes to make it the least bit interesting. You click on the text button and start typing away, wondering what setting you clicked on to mess up the arrangements and text positioning that you had already fixed. Shortly realizing it was in fact–not a setting, but another person in the presentation. 

So you get a new block of text and type out: “can u like, not mess this up. im tired, thx”

The green cursor would stay still for a few seconds before disappearing and coming out with another block of text: “its ugly. im fixing it”

What a response. You glance at the top right of your screen and recognize the profile picture–Tighnari, who knew you’d be such a bitch? 

You’re too tired to deal with this. It was already 3 a.m, you’ve had your fourth cup of coffee, and you’d rather jump than have to deal with any kind of attitude. You still have to get up at 6 tomorrow–no, later. You’d have a total of THREE hours of sleep! That’s a new record.

You delete all the previous text you had and start ranting on your side of the slide.

“who asked. like literally”

“well im just fixing it. unlike you, i dont want to present something like…” The text pauses, the line blinks for a few seconds and continues. “...something as creative as this, on the actual seminar”

“who do u think u are anyway??? thags quiet rude.”

“thats* and quite.* seems like you should get your rest for the day, its 3 anyway. ill take over, no worries.”

Oh, the nerve of this guy! First he comes stomping into your part of the presentation–you’ve already done everything in your style, it’ll be weird if the design somehow clashes midway the seminar just because this entitled guy decided to “fix” things. 

“clearly this is MY slide. why are u here anyway”

“my name is on the left side and the data *you* are typing is my part of the research. technically, this is my slide.”

“smartass”

“thags quiet rude.”

That’s it. You’ve had enough. It’s too early to be worrying over this anyway, so you delete your past message and the whole slide entirely. 

“fine then. u do it. im going to bed.”

On the other side of the screen, Tighnari smiles. 

“You look like your soul just got sucked out of ‘ya.” 

“Navia, please, I am way too tired for this.” You raise your hand as you bury yourself deeper into your arm. The past week of you staying up is certainly catching up to you now, and you have to deal with the consequences..

“You couldn’t even focus during comm-arts. I’m actually quite glad Mr. Zhongli is understanding–he let you sleep the whole period.” She replies, looking at Mualani.

“I am so done with this presentation thing. When will it end?” You sigh, facing your friends. 

Navia only smiles softly amidst your suffering. “Don’t worry, it’s tomorrow.” 

“Wait, are you being serious?” 

She nods, looking at the board and reading the date out loud– “It’s the seventeenth, so, yeah. Tomorrow. Eighteen.”

“...Is something wrong?” Mualani asks, crossing her arms.

“I mean, Tighnari and I have talked for a total of two times the entire time we were doing the project.” Dragging your fingers down your face, “In one of them, I quite literally called him a smartass.”

“That’s rough,” Navia murmurs.

A voice calls for Navia and she eventually bids goodbye to the two of you. The realization just dawns on you–you’ve wasted all your chances of getting to know boy number 10–sorry, Tighnari, better. Now you’re going to go into the new year knowing that you fumbled quite badly. 

“You know what they say,” Mualani pats a hand on your shoulder. “There are plenty of fish in the sea. Knowing you, you’ll jump back from this no problem.”

“Yeah, well, right now there is only one fish and he’s probably trying his best to run away from me.” 

She giggles at your comment, “You’ll be okay. Don’t cry over a boy, it’s just not worth it.” 

You nod, thankful for the two most supportive friends you have. Mualani, too, gets ready to leave the school already. The bell rang a few minutes ago and you decided to spend time mulling over the decisions you made that led you to your situation right now. 

Sitting in the empty, cold classroom with earphones on playing a Silent Sanctuary song–how many times have you seen this kind of scene happen in those cliche love movies? 

Sige na please, wag na’ng mainis, bumalik ka na sa’akin.

Come on–please, don’t be annoyed, come back to me. 

Your music briefly lowers its volume as you hear a ping come from your phone. You glance at the contact–an unknown number. Who could be so entitled as to ruin your weekly “drown in your thoughts?”

Only one person, apparently. 

You were shocked to realize it was indeed not a notification about your parcel being delivered (since you went online to buy something to cure your “sadness” over this technically-a-rejection,) but a message from someone. 

4:31 PM | Unknown Contact : “I feel bad about what happened yesterday, I didn’t mean to give you an attitude that late at night. Do you wanna go to a cafe tomorrow, after classes?” Unknown Contact : “This is Tighnari, by the way. Save it.”

You open the chat quickly, typing a response.

4:32 PM | YOU : “Who gave you my number?” Tighnari : “Your friend did, I’ve already thanked her.” Tighnari : “So… Do you want to go? If you want to invite your friends, that's fine too.” Tighnari : “You seem like a nice person and I want to get to know you” Tighnari : “If you’ll let me.”

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chat will u believe me if i said i crammed writing this . its probably really obvious i didnt think about the plot too much ALSO there might be a part 2 to this . because i barely scratched the surface me thinks NYWAY im going to go sleep im too tired

[mondaymelon]

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[2nobwaffles]

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Picrew time!!

Create yourself and your f/o (fictional other)! [Link]

I couldn't decide so I did two. Haitham and Ayato turned out so cute shdjshd *chews on them* (+ also sorta face reveal of me, I guess? lol)

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[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

Hello! I’m the Anon who sent you the questions I wanted answered before I sent in my HSR X Reader Idea. First though, I’d like to thank you for answering them and for talking about the difference between someone who is extremely muscular like a bodybuilder and someone who is extremely muscular like a fighter. It was an extremely interesting read.

Now, for my request.

Might I ask for Serval, Yukong, and Stelle with a reader who is a talented fighter who, while primarily being a boxer, is quite capable of using other martial arts and the environment to their advantage. Essentially, a professional street fighter.

I had a absolute BLAST writing this, especially Yukong's part which, yes, is an Oldboy reference. Not to mention, I tried out a lot of moves from different Martial Arts like Muay Thai, Wing Chun, Taekwondo, and a bit of Bajiquan.

Also, A Special Thanks To @snobwaffles and @tragedy-of-commons for the encouragement and kind words when looking over the fight scenes.

Now! Your Wish Is My Command!

“Sister? Why are you here?” Gepard asked as he walked up to her while she sat on a box and Oleg leaned on the railing next to her, both of them watching something going on below.

“Hey there Lil Geppie! I’m just watching the guys do some sparring to see if I can get some inspiration for my next song.” Serval said with a wave of her hand.

“And you?” Gepard asked Oleg.

“Making sure Miss Serval’s friend here doesn’t rough up the guards too much.” Oleg answered as Gepard walked to the railing to look at what was going on below.

The Garrison was standing around a makeshift ring that was essentially four poles in the ground with rope tied between them.

In the ring, there were eight people, seven of which were guards, though only four of the seven were standing, their hands all raised in the exact same way, that being the standard Close Quarters Combat style taught to all soldiers in Belobog, Gepard included. The other three guards were down for the count on the ground.

Standing opposite to them, was you, arms at your side and hands closed into fists.

The first of the guards advanced towards you, readying himself to throw a right straight.

However, the moment he did, you dodged under the blow, your right fist striking him in the chin with a powerful uppercut before grabbing him by the throat and closing your hand tight around it as you walked, dragging him with you as he tried to remove your grip on him in a dazed state.

You continued to walk forward, the second guard rushing in to help his compatriot.

In response to this you threw the guard you had by the throat at the comrade who was trying to help him. He was sent flailing and stumbling back and right into the arms of his fellow who stopped his advance to ensure his friend was okay.

This would soon turn out to be a bad decision as a powerful left cross struck him across the jaw and a right elbow slammed into his temple, sending his brain rattling around in his skull before both he and his friend were sent into the ropes by a powerful kick to the first guard's chest, leaving them both dazed and unable to continue the fight.

Nonetheless, the remaining two guards were undeterred and advanced upon you as one, hoping to overwhelm you by striking together.

It was, in theory, a good plan.

In theory.

The first of the two lashed out with a left hook, you attempted to stop him by firing off a right straight to his face. However, he blocked the blow and tried to catch you with a kick. In turn, you caught his leg before sweeping him off the ground and in the same movement, dodging under the punch and countering with a right uppercut before hitting him in the knee, bringing him down.

He attempted to hit you with a wild left, however, you caught him by the wrist and then pulled him into your right jab which struck him clean in the nose, dazing him further before he was punched in the throat, sending him to the ground completely and removing him from the fight.

That left only the Guard on the ground who was quickly dealt with via being pulled slightly off the ground by the collar of his coat and then having his head punched into the ground, ending the fight completely.

The second the bout ended, Oleg raised his left arm and shouted “SILVER KNIGHT GUARDS: NULL CHALLENGER: 7, THAT ENDS TODAY’S SPARRING MATCHES! ALL OF YOU, BACK TO YOUR POSTS, AND BRING THOSE SEVEN TO THE INFIRMARY!”

“You never told me your spouse could fight!” Gepard quietly exclaimed.

“Eh, it never came up! Besides, they aren’t exactly the type to play by the book.” Serval said as she stood up while stretching.

“That aside, I finally have an Idea for a song! Better go grab them before I start working on it, they like listening to me talk about my music and my work.” Serval stated as she began to walk away, waving back to her brother and saying “Be sure to stop by later! I bet they’d love to talk about fighting stuff with you Geppie!”

The Sanctus Medicus member stared you in the eyes, slack jawed.

In turn, you did the same before leaning into your Jade Abacus and saying “Yukong, love, I… am gonna have to put you on hold. I’ve got some-”

“GET THE INTRUDER!!!” The Sanctus Medicus member shouted as his form began to morph and grow, blades forming on his arms as he ran towards you.

“-Business to deal with. Alchemy Commission Warehouse 30, Dock 3. Sanctus Medicus. Would you be so kind as to send some back up!?” you exclaimed as you sidestepped the first one’s charge, kicking him into the wall as you hung up and grabbed the Sanctus Medicus member by the head before slamming it into the wall and then through it.

However, just as soon as you had done that, a second one, carrying a massive sword, charged you.

Reacting quickly you braced yourself and caught it by the shoulders, however the force behind the charge still pushed you back before it stopped. Capitalizing on this, you kneed in in the chest before striking it in the head with your right elbow and then, when it raised its left arm to block the left that it thought was coming, hit it what a right straight sending it to its knees where you kicked it in the face with a spinning heel kick and in the process, narrowly avoiding the beam of energy that another of the Sanctus Medicus fired at you as it floated in the air.

Thinking quickly, you grabbed the member of the Sanctus Medicus that charged you by the collar and used it as a shield, ensuring that none of the beams struck you as you used the Sanctus Medicus member in your hand as a battering ram to send it, and the one in your hands through the wall and outside.

Unfortunately, this move left you in between two halls not counting the one you had just come from, both of them filled to bursting with Sanctus Medicus monstrosities.

Instantly beams of energy were fired at you and the monsters began to charge, thinking quickly you ducked under the beams and dodged back, striking the first one on the right with a right cross and the first on the left with a uppercut before stepping back once more as the hall flooded with enemies, all of them wanting to tear you apart.

“I really hope you're gonna get here soon, Yukong.” you muttered as you raised your hands and readied yourself for a fight.

This was gonna hurt.

The one at the head of the group charged you alongside two more behind it, in response you struck the first one with a left then a backhand before dodging under the seconds strike and punching it in the liver, sending it to the ground as you caught the third’s strike and punched the elbow, breaking it before you hit it in the head, using your hand as a hammer to spike it into the ground.

Three down, a lot to go.

The fourth one carried a spear and a shield, a hard combination to get over in a tight corridor like this, but not impossible.

Thinking fast, you dodged past the strike of the spear before kicking it into the wall, lodging it into it for a brief moment which was all you needed to strike the spear, snapping it and then, while the spearman was in shock, ducked under hs still outstretched hand to slip past his shield and grab him by the back of the neck and throwing him onto the broken weapon, impaling him by the throat.

Unfortunately, this left you with your back to the crowd which they were quite aware of and capitalized on when one of their number blasted you in the back with a beam of energy sending you stumbling forward and almost toppling over as another barrage went overhead and another charge was mounted.

However, you weren’t dead yet, and, using the position you were in to your advantage, trusted your elbow into the center of the first attackers charge, making a sickening crunch echo throughout the hall as the monster fell to the ground, gasping for breath whilst its fellows continued the charge, slicing and stabbing and shooting at you pushing you back, trying to corner you.

They were succeeding at.

Every attack you dodged, two more managed to strike or nick you.

Soon, you were almost at the wall.

It was do or die time.

The new head of the charge lashed out, trying to impale you on its blade.

For a moment, everything slowed, the adrenaline pumping through your body running wild.

Then, at the last moment, you stepped out of the way, and sent a punch directly into the side of its head, the armor that had become a part of its body shattering off as it was sent careening into the wall as you readied your next blow, punching into the chest of another monster, turning its ribs to powder and its insides to jelly as it went flying back, forcing a not insignificant amount of the horde you were facing back.

You briefly noted the cracking sound your hands made from those two blows.

That was the sound of your index, pointer and ring finger breaking, your wrist fracturing, alongside several of the small bones in your hand.

You were going to need to get those set back in place when you got out of this.

Until then, you raise your hands once more as you advance, fists closed tight and adrenaline dulling the pain.

The next attacker attempted to cut you down with an overhead strike which you stopped with a punch to the elbow, breaking it and following that up with a right hook to the face and then a left hook to the liver with a right uppercut and then a kick that sent it flying back and sending several of its fellows through the whole in the wall, giving a clear view of what was floating outside.

A Starskiff, loaded with Cloud Knights and standing front and center, the love of your life, Yukong, bow at the ready.

After that, things got a lot easier.

On one side, was you.

Punching, kicking, and fighting the monsters one by one. A one person battering ram that was tearing through them like a bat out of hell.

On the other, was Yukong and the Cloud Knights, shooting and cutting the enemy down.

They were caught between a rock and a hard place.

And one by one, they all fell.

Soon, you and Yukong stood before each other once more.

Worry and concern was etched on Yukong’s face as she looked at you.

“Helm Master Yukong, it's a pleasure to see you as always.” you muttered with a slight bit of flirtation in your voice, the Adrenaline in you still dulling the pain you were in and keeping your body from realizing the full extent of your injuries.

However, it did not keep you from falling into Yukong’s arms, your body unable to keep itself upright.

“Y’know, it's a shame, you cleared your day for tomorrow so we could have a day off, but it looks like I’m gonna be cooped up in the infirmary for a while.” you muttered as your consciousness began to fade, your body beginning to force you to take a break.

One that Yukong was going to ensure that she shared with you.

When the fight with the IPC in the mine began under Belobog, Stelle expected many things.

What she didn’t expect was to see her significant other fighting off an entire squad of IPC goons with their fists.

And winning.

You faced them down, fists raised as you stood on the edge of one of the many deep crags that cut through the mine.

They had you against the wall, and there was only one way out.

Through the IPC.

You bent your knees, lowering yourself close to the ground and held your fists close to your face as they began to slowly advance towards you, wary of what you were planning due to the fact half of their number had already been knocked out of the fight and into the infirmary.

Then, you exploded forward, running towards them at full speed, shifting your weight with every step to bob and weave through their attacks.

The first one, who carried a halberd of some sort, attempted to cut you down with a slash.

With ease you weaved under and through his strike before countering with a vicious left cross, sending him to the ground while you dodged another attack from one of his compatriots and countered with an uppercut before sweeping him off his feet with a swift kick to the legs.

Next, one holding a gun attempted to shoot you, luckily, you were able to slip past the barrel before the trigger was pulled, allowing you to rip it from his hands and using it as a impromptu bat, slamming it into the side of his head with such force that the gun shattered to pieces and sending your attacker flying.

Trying to avenge his fallen comrades, one of the ones carrying a halberd attempted to impale you, however before he got far you stepped to the right of his rush and countered with a right straight to the side of his jaw, a left uppercut, a knee to the chest and then a kick to his legs sending him tumbling to the ground.

All that left was one holding a gun, shaking in his boots as he aimed his gun at you and readied to fire.

In an instant you had torn the gun from his hands and tossed it away as you struck him across the jaw with a hook, his mask shattering and bones snapping like twigs before you grabbed him by the collar and continued to wail on him, raining blow upon blow upon blow down on him, his bones fracturing and shattering as you beat him within an inch of his life.

This was your home.

Was it freezing cold?

Yes.

Was the food atrocious?

Yes.

Did you go hungry from supply shortages?

Yes.

But that was changing.

You could feel it getting warmer.

You could taste the food getting better.

You could see that people were no longer going hungry.

And while you didn’t know where these black clad buffoons came from.

You did know one thing.

They were going to make things worse.

A different type of cold would freeze people to the bone.

A different type of terrible food would form.

A different type of starvation would occur.

Not to mention, all of the hard work she went through, all of the blood, sweat, and tears, she spilled to stop the Stellaron.

It would all go to waste.

You couldn’t let that happen.

You couldn’t let everything she had done become useless.

You couldn’t let her come back to Belobog and see it turn into something worse then when it was under Cocolia.

You couldn’t.

But right now, all you could do was throw a punch.

So that was what you did.

At least, until you were pulled off the man.

To begin with, you fought it.

Then, you saw her gray and silver hair.

She had returned.

Maybe things were going to be okay after all.