(person whos writing an open on gran & their dad) i should make newly-returned-akira accidentally using the great calamity term for the moon an open. when im not falling asleep writing

the greatest thing about writing gran again is that my brain always does a "ok so we know what one of them feels about this topic, what about the Other one" and now its 10 times stronger

THE HOODIE JEANS COMBO IS KILLLIINNGG MMEEEEEEEEEEE.......STARES AT WHAT MANGA AKIRAS WEARING......STAGE AKIRA TOO......i can respect going 'i refuse to draw something layered + a backpack for the teaser when theyre gonna change clothes asap anyway' (proceeds to draw something floofy). sorry im gonna obsess over the first one for the next year. have never been more charmed in my entire life i love them (pushes murr out of the way)

felt like a fraud if i didnt include the cats. augh mhyk & handholding..........<-also something that consistently comes up

fully voiced affection stories the world started spinning

my little boy,,,,,,,,,

good morning prommy of wizard news/stream tmrw aaaaaaaa

gah thinking about postmhyk akira feeling lonely for a while about living alone, and being less bothered by busy places cuz its more remniscient of the chaos their daily life was w the wizards (guy who str8up went 'its amazing what u can get used to' about suddenly hearing a crash cuz the northern wizards fighting e/o💀). something about sharing ur life with others through living spaces & love

didnt think many things could get close to out-romancing nero's egg event but i read brads vday card. after alrdy knowing SOMETHING happens in there cuz ive been in the bradaki tags and there was shippy art with the words 'spoilers for his card story' which caused immediate 'what part is the spoiler?!??!' chaos.

heres a flower ppl give the person theyre romantically interested in to make their interest official (akira notes that its like giving a bouquet of roses to propose). theyre watching a squirrel trying to get the attention of another squirrel so its not like brad picked it himself but he then puts it in akiras hair (and akiras description of his smile goes 'as if hes offering me a bouquet').

i dont think i can do this anymore

ARE U /JOKE OR /SERIOUS

srry for saying ill do stuff on gran and then writing here. it will happen again

“ uhm, excusing me farmer. …have you seen a lost… ” what was the word for chick again… “ cheep? ” ( throwing amalthea at the farming sim verse ❤️ !! )

The 'good morning' is lost upon their lips, same with the smile that has now taken the form of worry instead, quick to imagine the pain of losing something dear to you. While Akira had never had any pets or the like, hearing people's stories about times when one had gone missing always made them wish there was more they could do.

"Your sheep is missing?" they repeat, and unbeknownst to Akira, they had already misunderstood. "I haven't seen it, sorry... Um, can I help you look for it?" whatever plans they had for the day could wait. Sheep never struck them as animals who took off running for no reason, most of the time they only saw the cute animal grazing, thinking about how lonely and scared it must be being separated from its owner...the faster they were reunited, the better.

"are you normally so... jumpy?"

"Ah, no..." it was meant to be more confident, tonight was different than usual, but said usual...Akira had to unfortunately admit they were already easily scared. In this place where they didn't have a role attached to their name other people's importance shone brighter, and while they don't hesitate to meet his gaze, they recognize they can't speak carelessly. "Someone once told me how strange things happens on nights when the full moon is out and the wind is howling. It probably sounds silly, but I feel like I'm waiting for something like that...", even though it won't. Words that are difficult to say, earnest but troubled, causing a turmoil within their heart. Clinging to a small wish made the loneliness ache all the more.

"I guess I just ended up being on edge instead", although they had done their best to politely give him their attention, their gaze once again moves toward the Luxray on his side, and their smile turns into something more genuine.

opened yt to a 16min vid of the scenes where the wizards makes promises

"Can I touch them?" the question that had been lingering on their mind now in the open, curious and expectant and too honest now that the initial intimidation had worn off. They hadn't been scared by any means, but a stranger with a big scythe and helmet did leave a rather lasting impression (initial surprise quickly enforced into a 'woah, he's so cool' the one time they saw him in a fight). "Your horns…" (vaseraga hi

a grunt rumbles through the deep recesses of his chest . it has been quite a long time since someone was not off put by his height or his terrifying appearance , he supposes that he could award such a brave soul . massive hands come to wrap around akira's waist & with immense ease , his shoulder becomes occupied by the other .

there's nothing to say . his opinions of akira are high & he has plans . groceries are a priority currently , so why not let akira accompany him ?

"Figaro, have you… Huh?" they come to a stop the same moment they enter the room, an open book in one hand and a pen in their other, as if they were expecting to write something down. "Um, I'm sorry, but have you seen a man with blue hair around…? He's about this tall", hand motioning to somewhere a head taller than themself, "green eyes… I thought I heard him speak, but I guess not…?" ((hi hello seruel and akiras beloved friend figaro has the same va. VHJADHBJKADHBJKADBJKDBJKDBJK

❛ i duly apologize , i have not seen the individual you speak of . ❜ he gracefully stands to full attention from rest , clattering armour follows the action closely . a light bow , a hand on heart . a representation of royalty regardless of where he may be , which is his issue at hand .

❛ I am seruel , crown prince of irestill & this world is not equivalent to my own . i was escorted by a gentleman who went by murr , who also made the same assumption that you have , here for an akira . would you kindly guide me towards this akira ? ❜ no description , no explanation , his original guide was rather unhelpful for his tastes . irritated twitch of an ear reveals inner thoughts . right now he'd rather be dealing with the shenanigans of his sister & scathacha . actually , maybe a break is nice , of course if there's hope for him to return to where he belongs .

been thinking about anime akira today. manifesting them crying. do u hear me (forgot who does the anime)

His expression is enough. A painful squeeze of their heart and they are no longer able to look at his face, gaze falling downwards. Chrom barely said anything, and they regret asking him to recall something so terrible, but even those few words makes his feelings clear. They shouldn't have been out there, Akira thinks, unable to find anything that'd ease the sorrow. They shouldn't have had to...

They shake their head. "No, it was me who asked about it, I'm sorry. You don't have to say anything more", there's people Akira can't recall. Scenes from their younger years that are eerily empty, conversations they've held and games they've played now missing names and faces of people they feel should've been there. We did this once, with who? I said this once, to who? A blur they can't escape, and a grief they can't gain—because no one's there.

For Chrom, those people had been in front of him.

And Akira can't even begin to imagine it.

"If...if there's anything I can help you with—anything at all—please allow me to lend you a hand. I know there's a lot I can't do or know about, but...I don't want you to feel alone", although hesitant (unsure whether they were overstepping or not), they stand tall, gaze searching for his again. "...If I can somehow help your cadets, I'd like to do so as well", an addition shouldn't make their heart ache like this.

Usually, causal talk is done as Chrom and his companion would be walking back to somewhere quieter than where these two were. The cadets are running, chatting and causing all sorts of noises. Still, Chrom was not about to cut off Akira. For the little amount of time he had known Akira, the Captain thought the other would like a quieter place to chat in.

“Ah, is that so? Haha, good to see you, my friend.” a happy nod to the other. “That they are–saving time they do.” if it was up to Chrom, he would’ve made his cadets run to their classes instead of these luxurious glyphs.

His eyebrows rose for a moment before he closed his eyes for a couple of seconds. Even if he does not recall their faces, their names, anything about them, he couldn’t forget the sensation of some of their warm bodies getting colder in his hold, crying out for a healer or someone who can cast cure. The blood on his arms and his sore throat of all the yelling.

“Yeah … it was hell … I have never thought I’d see something like that with my two eyes–my …cadets…” being the commander of the vanguard means he has to shoulder all the mortality that comes out of a conflict like this. In any situation, class two is always deployed first to intercept any attack and in the process they were brutality murdered when the jammer was activated. Class Two was already fighting neck to neck with Milities soldiers and to suddenly lose their edge … He felt hopeless when he couldn’t cast a simple cure to help a cadet, what about them?

There was a deep distant look in his eyes before he took a heaved sigh, “Sorry, I’m not…ready,” he just buried their bodies–some nameless because they couldn’t find their name tags or identify them by their features thanks to the burns or severe injuries.

“You’re alright, Akira. Don’t feel bad about it.” came a gentle pat on the other’s shoulder.