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yoonrambles · 4 months

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Divine Devotion | ♡

𝙶𝚘𝚍𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚖 ! 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 [ 🦋 ]

– husband ! Clarence headcanons ~

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The Archmage was a person who appeared reserved and stoic in public, but behind the closed doors, he was merely a devoted lover – loyal to you and you only.

He didn't have much time to spare; his great responsibility as the royal Archmage of Godheim required him to work around the clock. Despite all that, you were always on his mind – did you eat? Did you get proper sleep? You didn't... forget about him, did you? – All sorts of uncertainty would bother his already burdened mind.

Even whilst being apart, he would actively write you letters to remind you to properly take care of yourself. He might even scold you subtly if you forgot to do something– but, worry not, that's simply his way to show his undying love for you. Even if he were to travel far to the North, he'd regularly write about you in a diary, or a scroll – whatever he finds convenient enough to recall.

Emperor Lars would often tease you and the Archmage about his peculiar ability, and how he even got a lady like you. But, after receiving a daunting glare from the Archmage, the Emperor would be compelled to shut his mouth up; nonetheless, he'd still be bold enough to flash you a mischievous smirk. (He was soon scolded by your husband, of course.)

Whenever you visited the Magi Tower, Asmoran never missed a chance to attempt hitting up on you. And, surprisingly enough, Clarence didn't stop him – he simply watched as Asmoran approached you, stood there quietly for a moment as he rethought his decisions and left without even uttering a word. And that left you wondering what exactly had made him retreat so easily – well, maybe being the Archmage's wife had its perks.

As tension between the Silver Knight and the Royalty grew, the Magus began to revolt as well – overall, it was utter chaos. You rarely got time to visit your beloved one; but when you did, it was once or twice a month as you decided to visit the Royal Palace out of the blue. Then, you'd request to have a private chat with the Archmage, and you both were given a spare private quarter. He'd still be on guard at first; avoiding your gaze, hiding a prominent blush that was threatening to appear on his cheeks. You'd chuckle and reassure him that everything would be alright, as long as you two were together.

You'd even gently stroke his hair as he rested his head against your lap, breathing gently as he told you about his day, and the latest reports. You, obviously, didn't understand a thing about these complex matters – but you tried your best to console him, and he was more than happy to listen to your calming voice.

After fate led you two astray, a single day hadn't gone by when he didn't think about you. On the days when you cried yourself to sleep, he always appeared in your dreams, consoling you and doting you – reminding you that he was still with you, and always would be; for all time.

You'd dream of a lovely vision – a dream of you two; in a forest, in the season of autumn. There were no glacial butterflies, no ice, no bone-chilling cold – simply the warm embrace of autumn. You would dream of him, peacefully resting under the shade of a giant maple tree; his back against the giant tree bark, and his long streaks of hair mingling with the grass beneath. You would gladly take a seat beside him, take his warm hand and interlace your fingers with his. And you'd simply sit there, often saying a word or two about your thoughts: what was bothering you and what not – and he'd listen to you, like a loyal lover. He'd often tell you his own thoughts, encouraging you to live on. After all, at the end of your journey, you were bound to return to him, to the stars – under the maple tree.

And, at the end of time, autumn would reckon your beautiful, solitary existences.

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xyoonx · 29 days

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「圣塞西尔魔法学院」，– St. Shelter Magic Academy

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xyoonx · 1 month

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Clarence – Locked Up PV

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xyoonx · 8 days

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「幻晶都市·存在之章」

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xyoonx · 3 months

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*shakes you* yandere Cael… yandere… Cael… Cael yandere… (combusts)

Knight in Shining Armour

𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 ! 𝙲𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Whilst traversing across Godheim, the Little Painter befell upon many problems. Many disputes left her poor mind tainted, and she was on the brink of collapsing – then, the person she opposed held out a helping hand.

Little painter opened her eyes and greeted a new, peaceful day as the soft streams of light seeping through the curtains hit her face. Letting out a soft grumble, she rubbed her eyes and sat upon the soft mattress of the bed, sliding the quilt off her side. Yet another day rolled by in her life – a continous and mundane circle she could barely escape from.

Her mornings usually proceeded with getting ready, going downstairs to have breakfast, greeting her guardian Cael’s familiar face– wait, speaking of Cael: she vaguely recalled seeing him in her dreams the previous night

Cael, and his magnificent commander-like attire glowing under the moonlight. He was taking her away from a group of powerful mages, who were trying to hunt her down, and Cael saved her – or so she thought. “Don't trust them,” Cael said. “I'll protect you.”

The painter girl snapped back to reality upon realising that it was only a dream. Cael was simply her guardian, appointed to take care of her and help her grow into a successful individual.

Not to mention, he was appointed by the little painter’s mother herself – therefore, Cael was someone trustable and suitable for the given role. She shouldn't be having such frivolous fantasies regarding him; they sound ridiculous, amd Cael wouldn't perhaps approve of them either.

Little painter only proceeded to brush it off with a shrug and went downstairs. Surprisingly enough, she only noticed Beanie on the couch – curled up and sleeping without a worry in the world with no Cael in sight. Little painter let out a sigh, walking towards the couch to at least find some company from her cat. If Cael was there, he would've greeted little painter followed with a slight scolding of how she woke up without even taking proper care of her hair and appearance – but that remained undone, at least, without his presence.

“Where could he be?” Little painter mumbled, slumping down near Beanie and running her hand through its soft fur. She did remember Cael saying he had important “business” to handle, but surely whatever task he had related to the academy wouldn't take this long.

“Oh, well…” A gentle smile came upon the painter’s lips when Beanie began to purr gently in its sleep. “I hope he's safe.”

***

The endless winter prevailed across the continent of Godheim, haunting each and every part like a cruel disaster – looting the land of its heartfelt vitality and vigor. Reports from the Magi Tower read that the numbers of Glacial Butterflies had increased, and so had the casualties as well. Numerous mages defected; the statistics of loyal soldiers plummeted in a night – and it was all because of the otherwordly Goddess. The Silver Knight had won; he took her away – rightfully snatched the Emperor’s bride away from right under their watch. Thus, the people knew they were doomed – Godheim would be no more than a blizzard, covered in cold, bone-shivering snow.

And Cael watched as the final futile attempt of a Daphnephoria ritual happened – where the people, who urged to live a life, struggled against their inevitable fate of doom; quite a sight to behold, honestly.

Cael watched them with a smirk; knowing that he was the one with an upper-hand. The land of Godheim would fall into despair – the inhabitants’ emotions eradicated and the land cleared off all sorts of threat against his mission. Their emotions harvested without mercy.

He also managed to protect his beloved little painter. Cael felt the edges of his mouth twitch upwards at the thought of her – for some reason, it seemed to him that, it didn't matter whether or not he lost or won his mission; he was happy, only because he took her away from their dirty hands.

Was that the right thing to do?

Of course, it was. They only wanted the painter dead; subdued for their own selfish desires, and Cael couldn't allow that. He only watched as the little painter befell upon many traps and burdens. She was either sacrificed, left to bleed on the bleak fields of snow, even brutally murdered, or even worse – and Cael could only watch, inspect the scene as his beloved one suffered, a pitiful scene to behold.

And, he finally was able to protect her, he managed to stir her away from giving away her precious life. Cael only smiled to himself as he witnessed the world around him slowly turn into a blur, and soon enough, static covered his surroundings – time and space manages to block his path; standing between him and the outcome he wished; perhaps fate didn't want that. Fate never worked in favour, it never did. The continent of Godheim would survive to see a happy ending, but not Cael. Perhaps he should try harder, or maybe in another parallel journey – where he'd continue to live on as the protector; the knight in shining armour for his beloved his little painter.

A/N: here you go, cressie, enjoy!! Sorry if it's a bit short and not to your liking. I kind of went on braindumping mode and just... Sadistic Cael ✨ /hj. Anyway, thank you for the request, love ya 🫶

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yoonrambles · 3 months

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Reunion of Two Friends

Eden!Alkaid x Reader.

Notes: angst, one-sided pining, kinda sappy by the end, someone pls give eden Alkaid a hug pleASE.

Word count: 2.3k !

Thank you, @41lobsters and @crystalroosevelt for beta reading <3 ily guys.

Taglist: @food-lover9000 @godheimm @lovebrushed @xcerizex @nehamerchant123

The renewed city of Eden bustled with life; new shops met their grand openings, new towers and buildings reached the sky, and the sweet smell of flowers and fresh vegetation wafted in the air. Citizens got up at the crack of dawn, finishing their daily necessities and rushing off to work by the time the sun reached its peak. Just like them all, Alkaid went out to work. After his friend, the painter across the stars, blessed him with a new world – he pledged to never let his people down; to never let her down.

Alkaid took the responsibility to be the architectural engineer of the city. He spent most of his time working around the clock, catering to the town; creating a picture that was vividly similar to the city where he felt at peace – a city he once called home.

Alkaid took initiatives to build parks, gardens, and restaurants around the town. He even designed them with careful consideration, minding the efficiency and the opinions of others. And soon enough, the once abandoned, desolate mirage of a city had turned into a place abound with life–a shelter for the desperate and destitute; a true Eden among the parched sea of sand.

As Alkaid made his way through the crowded streets of Eden, many gentlemen and ladies greeted him politely. He greeted back with his signature gentle smile, sharing brief etiquette before continuing on his own way. Whilst walking down the stone pavement, he couldn't help but recall his previous days when he was feared by all; being the Master of Eden had him sequestering himself into a mansion at the edge of Green Island, where he’d let “guests” in, and no one out. The enigmatic character he had created for himself rendered him intimidating to the other NEOS.

He took a deep breath and looked forward, pushing his thoughts to the back of his head. The past was long gone, there was no need to worry about it. After all, he had the task to lead a new generation of Eden.

Upon reaching Oasis Park Avenue, he recognised a familiar face amidst the crowd. The image of his saviour under the sweet sunlight flooded into his vision; her white cardigan stood out against the black and grey coats of the citizens, and the red frills of her skirt blew softly in the mild wind. she adjusted her black beret on top of her head when she accidentally bumped onto a gentleman next to her. Hastily exchanging apologies, she continued forward, the awkward smile and soft shade of blush still lingering on her face.

“(Name)?” Alkaid called out, catching her attention – she noticed the light crease under Alkaid’s green eyes as he welcomed her, inviting her over with a well-known sincerity. “Is that really you?”

“I didn't expect you to come back…” Alkaid said, stepping towards her.

“I came to check how my old friend was doing.” She replied with a smile, looking up to meet his gaze. “And, of course, treat myself to a cup of his fragrant tea.”

Alkaid chuckled at her words. Despite being apart for so long, the painter girl didn't change one bit. She still had that distinct sense of innocence to her which allured Alkaid in their first meeting – yet, he knew very well she was the bravest person he'd ever been acquainted with.

“That can certainly be arranged,” Alkaid replied. He stopped in his tracks when the little painter held his arm. They used to walk around town holding each other's hands when Eden was under great threat. Alkaid had struck a deal with her; a deal of romance that only lasted for 3 days, just to please his own sanity. So, in spite of his uneasiness, Alkaid welcomed the feeling. “I’ve got a humble abode with a small garden at the entrance. And I designed it myself.”

She let out a small laugh. “Alright. And is it the same design as the house you had before?”

“You'll see for yourself.” Alkaid smiled. “So, shall we be on our way?”

“I'd love to but…” she looked at Alkaid with an eyebrow raised. “Don't you have to go to work or something?”

Ah, yes. His job… Alkaid was so engrossed with the idea of being visited by his beloved that he forgot that he had a job to do.

“Oh… well, that–”

“No, no,” the girl protested. “it's fine. You can go to work. I'll check around the town and see what’s going on. I'll even bring you a few snacks!”

“Thank you, but I do not need the snacks–”

“Consider it a treat!”

Alkaid blushed at the enthusiastic nature of the girl. How could he ever resist and say no to the sweet smile she showed him everytime she proposed something. “Alright, but… will you be alright?”

“I'll be fine,” she said, already excitedly walking down the street without him. “Besides, maybe I'll take my time and visit some art galleries? Are there any museums nearby?”

Alkaid sighed. “Alright, I'll accompany you to an art museum before taking my leave.”

Oh, this energetic girl would be the end of him.

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Alkaid entered the premise of his mansion. Through the gate, into his garden. The fresh smell of roses and lilies welcomed him forward, inviting him into his own little paradise. His day went as usual – work, lunch with colleagues, and more work … nothing out of the ordinary.

He looked up, noticing his mansion glimmering under the warm sunlight of the afternoon. Sunlight glinted on the window panes, and rebounded onto the greenery nearby – from the tall pine trees to the bushes adorned with colourful flowers, and to the vines wrapped around the trellises, leading all the way to the entrance.

Alkaid got inside his abode, went up the stairs, and followed to the end of the hallway and into his room. And with a sigh, he took off his coat, closing the door behind him. He put the coat down on the bed, and allowed himself to fall on the soft mattress.

Oh, to relax on the bed after long a day of work – a satisfaction well-known by everyone. But, Alkaid couldn't stay there for long, he had his garden to attend to, as well as other things. Speaking of other things, where was his expected guest?

He hoped he didn't make her wait for too long. He dreaded the thought of her leaving; of her losing patience and going back to the stars, to her own universe – never to be seen again. She didn't forget about him ... did she?

“No, that,” Alkaid mumbled, mustering up his remaining strength to sit up on the bed. “That's not right. She would never forget about me,” Alkaid continued, running a hand through the blond locks of his hair. His words were left unanswered. And under the solemn light of the twilight, he felt even more isolated. “...right?”

***

And the evening proceeded leisurely. Alkaid tended to his garden, pruning the rose bushes to its perfect shape. He was meticulous with his moves; snipping the excess branches with utmost care. He did not mind the water droplets that hit his shirt, dampening its soft material. His mind was busy with other thoughts: especially thoughts about her. She hadn't returned yet, despite it being dark outside. Was she safe? She didn't get into trouble, did she? Alkaid hoped she was safe. He wished he could've been there with her – protecting her from the disasters of the world, just like what she had done for him.

Then a new thought bloomed as he moved around, towards the flower bed near the entrance: why did he expect her to come back? Did he still harbour the feelings he once had for her? No, that must be untrue, for the Prefect Luminary had taken away his emotions – used it as a bargaining chip, and he also took away the Master of Eden’s powers, eradicating the old Eden.

As Alkaid was about to move onto another batch of flowers, someone entered through the gate. It was her; hastily closing the gate before rushing towards the man. A bouquet in her hand.

“Sorry, I'm late, Alkaid!” She exclaimed, running over to him.

“It's alright,” Alkaid said, chuckling at her naivety. “Welcome to my garden.”

“Goodness, Alkaid, you wouldn't believe how many people I had to ask for your location,” she rambled on, without a rest to catch her breath. “I thought that-”

“Hold on. Didn't I tell you my address before leaving you at the museum?”

The painter girl fell silent after listening that. “I might've forgotten…”

Alkaid chuckled once again, shaking his head as he walked up the stairs, reaching the plateau. “Please, come inside and make yourself comfortable, (Name). I'll brew you a cup of tea.”

The girl followed him inside. Marvelling at the designs. The interior was the same as she had seen last time; the decorations, the flower embellished foyer, and the ever-so-familiar scent of flowers that reminded her of the past.

“It's the same as before…” she commented.

Alkaid smiled, acknowledging her comment, leading her towards the living room. The girl went in, and looked around the place a bit – what came to view first was the flowers decorating the furniture and sweet aroma that came with it. She took a seat on the couch. If she hadn't known better, she definitely would have commented how Alkaid’s mansion literally had the fragrance of a flower shop.

After a while, Alkaid brought her a cup of freshly brewed chamomile tea. It’s sweet aroma filled the air, and she enjoyed the tea wholeheartedly. Alkaid was surprised as she didn't hesitate this time, knowing the past ordeals they had shared, but he didn't bother saying them aloud. Instead, he only smiled and accompanied her.

His eyes then began to trail down to the bouquet she had brought with her. A quaint bouquet with freshly cut roses – white ones, to be precise. The ones he'd loved so ardently; symbolising purity and innocence – just a reminder of the person he was deep down. Along with the roses remained small forget-me-nots, standing out in the white palette of roses, painting the bouquet in small strokes of blue.

The painter girl noticed Alkaid staring at the bouquet. She put down the cup of tea on the teatable. “Oh, yeah– this is for you,” she said, handing the bouquet to Alkaid.

Alkaid took it, observing the flowers for a moment before smilling, uttering a small thank you.

If he remembered correctly, the forget-me-nots symbolise love and respect – reminding himself that the girl would never forget him; he would never get lost among her endless memories. Even though she had to travel across many worlds, make many voyages across the universe – she wouldn't dare forget him; it was an oath of remembrance.

“Thank you, (Name),” Alkaid said, smilling at the girl. “It looks amazing.”

***

After enjoying their evening tea, Alkaid proposed that they should stargaze together. And in spite of their differences, all the prototypes of Alkaid had their own fascination or connection with the stars. And the painter girl found that endearing, so she didn't refuse. Soon, they found themselves on the rooftop, looking at the stars, beyond their own little haven; over the Eden they shared.

“(Name)...” Alkaid began, “I wish you didn't need to leave.”

“Me too…” she replied, staring up at the sky dotted with stars. “I wouldn't dare leave my friend alone like this.”

Ah, yes… a friend. That's how she viewed him. Alkaid didn't mind though, she might have had other people who were interested in her, and she also reciprocated the feeling – it didn't bother him at all. Yet, why did his chest feel tight at the mere thought of another man holding her hand for eternity?

“Well, it is quite uneventful without you around,” Alkaid muttered under his breath, praying that his words never reached her ears. He didn't wish to be a bother; to be the reason for a strain in her relationship with whomever she was in love with.

“Really?” She turned to Alkaid. “I'll try to visit often, then. Just, not too often… or else, there’ll be consequences, I'm sure you understand.”

Yes, she didn't visit often and had to be cautious when travelling – it's to avoid the gaze of the Eternal Empire, lest they should try something heinous upon her as well.

“Yes, I understand,” Alkaid said, soothing himself. “But there's one thing I don't quite understand…”

“What is it?” she asked.

“... Nevermind.” Alkaid replied. His feelings for her could never be described with words. His fascination for her was something otherworldly. He would defy fate and go against the stars just to please her – and he was willing to take an oath to stay loyal to her, forever and ever.

But, he didn't want her to regret her decision. She was born a traveller, blessed with the power to cross the stars. Alkaid couldn't keep her with himself in his mansion no matter how hard he tried. So, he preferred to keep quiet.

“Let us enjoy this moment then.” she said, looking up at the sky again.

Alkaid looked at her hand. He didn't know why he thought of holding it suddenly – to interlace his fingers with hers and let the warmth of her palm flow into his. He inched his hand forwards, almost brushing his fingertips against hers. And yet, his fears held him back. He retracted his hand faster than he anticipated.

“Thank you for visiting me, (Name).” Alkaid mumbled. “I'm pleased to have you as my guest.”

And thus, they remained under the serene sky, watching the stars – thinking of a world where they could reside in peace without the barrier that was holding them apart.

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xyoonx · 17 days

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I forgot this Sprite of Falcon even existed and I had a heart attack seeting it.

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yoonrambles · 5 months

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Yandere!Godheim Ayn x Reader

She kept her promise; her oath to protect him no matter what. Even in the most dire moments of life, she had his back, his safety always came before anything else. She knew the rebels were up to something sketchy; she warned him, but he didn't listen; "It's for your safety," Ayn kept telling her. And as she foretold, the rebels were planning an ambush.

In the snowy plains, the rebels attacked – and a bloody, chaotic battle ensued. The Inquisitors were taken by surprise, but they were strong enough to hold back most of them. Ayn, being spellbound by love, protected the Divine Goddess. A surprising change in his character, knowing he only looked after himself in this harsh world. And due to that fleeting feeling of love, he had let go. Thus, it was easier for the rebels to get his guard down. When a fellow rebel soldier aimed for the young prince, she jumped in; taking the fatal blow that was meant for him.

At the end of the battle, there he was, holding his beloved in his arms. Blood flowed out from the wounds that covered her body, tainting her gown in a crimson red. Warm tears flowed down her cheeks, mingling with the bloodstains, washing them away.

Ayn remained kneeling on the snowy ground. Snowflakes drifted down from the sky accompanied by a flow of cold air; Ayn noticed his beloved one shiver slightly, and he instantly pulled her closer, hoping to give her some closure, to make her feel some warmth amongst the eternal winter that embraced the land of Godheim.

"They'll pay," Ayn murmured to her, his words were only meant for her. "I'll make sure each one of them rot in hell."

"Ayn, please–" she choked out, coughing.

"No, no, it's alright." Ayn hugged her one last time, not minding the bloody mess. He reminded himself of the people he had executed by the Emperor's orders and his own will as well. Any bastard who had the courage to even look at his dearest the wrong way probably had their eyes scooped out. His hands were stained with the blood of many, so why must he hesitate now?

"Just close your eyes. Everything will be alright," Ayn whispered to her, planting a kiss on her forehead. She shivered for the last time as she felt his cold hand close her eyes ever so gently. "And I'll make sure they pay for stealing what's mine."

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yoonrambles · 4 months

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I Don't Understand But I Love You

Clarence x reader | modern au

He wasn’t sure what exactly made her so attractive, at least to him. At first glance, she seemed to be the exact opposite of him. Cheerful, brave, and almost careless to some point. She would jump headfirst in need of a friend, without a proper plan in mind; she'd rather figure out the solution depending on the given situation, which was a stark contrast to Clarence's rather austere personality.

Clarence, on the other hand, preferred a calculated and organised answer. He would think about the problem before suggesting a solution. And he handled all the concerns of the Student Council with diligence, without ever uttering a complaint. He was undoubtedly the best student in St. Shelter's Academia; the one with the sharpest mind who had the answers to every question. Well, almost every question.

That was until he met a certain painter girl. Whilst showing her the way to the auditorium on her first day, Clarence couldn't but stare at her for a moment. It was impolite of him, he knew, nevertheless he took his time to appreciate her for a few seconds.

What was so special about that junior painter girl? Clarence could never find the answer to that. He did not understand the special feeling she introduced him to. That inexplicable yet sastifying feeling he couldn’t help but indulge in whenever she was near. Clarence was never good at dealing with his own emotions. And every time he tried to sit down and think rationally about her, he eventually found himself immersed in his own . . . feelings.

All of his thoughts, all of his attempts to understand his feelings led to one point: he was in love.

"Is that so?" Clarence thought to himself, sighing and shaking his head in disapproval. No, it’s not love. He must be overthinking. Or was he?

He didn’t understand. He had never felt this way before, it was all new to him. A new feeling she had introduced him to. Clarence wasn’t the best at finding things out without having a clear idea about the said topic, but he had no choice left in that case. That painter girl left him confused, but he still welcomed the new feeling.

Perhaps he did love her.

Note: this was supposed to be a warm-up for my writing practice. This wasn't even planned!! Ahdksbkdbd it’s so late at night, I'm sorry for any typos lmfao. I just love my bby Kairos ehduehhd

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xyoonx · 2 months

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Alkaid Birthday PV

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yoonrambles · 4 months

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Neverending Dreams

Lovebrush Chronicles AU story !

Summary:

Clarence pondered about the mystery behind Professor Heinrich's disappearance. Every time he came to a logical point, it seemed futile a while later – with no evidence left behind, the authorities closed the case. But, Clarence was stubborn; he was adamant to find out about the truth. That night, a strange dream brought him to a land surrounded by snow.

Word count: 1780 words !

Ao3 link: here !

Thank you KaiyoAzuma for collaborating ! <3

Chapter 1: Dream of a

Bygone Past.

Clarence sighed at the investigation report in front of him. Despite hoping for a definitive conclusion to what had happened in the cave with MC and Headmaster Heinrich, the investigation came up with nothing new.

Headmaster Heinrich was dead, MC was involved somehow (the investigators didn’t know that and his mind kept needling him with the consequences of “obstructing the law” and “withholding evidence”), Headmaster Heinrich had been dealing with some sort of astronomy-related contraption, and after all of this, Professor Anselm decided to take an “extended business trip” for “overseas research”.

All in all, it was a headache for the Student Council President.

Regardless, nothing could be done about it. The investigators called it a cold case, and a new Headmaster, named Liore, was being called in to replace Heinrich. Rumors ran rampant among the students, but without a definitive statement from the administration beyond “We are sorry for the unfortunate passing of our Headmaster…”, they remained just rumors. With any luck, they would die down and the students would chalk it up to some health complication and move on with their normal lives.

Clarence packed up the files and moved to turn off the lights in the Student Council room. It was late, going early morning, and once the room plunged into darkness, the moon and the stars shone brilliantly through the window. The work of the Student Council couldn’t be put off, but the classes of St. Shelter never stopped either. He needed to go to sleep now if he didn’t want to rely on caffeine to get through the next day.

The walk back to his dorm was quiet. The only sounds were the rustling of leaves in the wind and the click of Clarence’s shoes on the stone pavement. The wind brought a slight chill as it ruffled Clarence’s hair, but it wasn’t unbearable.

Soon enough, Clarence arrived back at his dorm. He went through the motions of preparing for bed - showering, brushing teeth, winding down - the fatigue of the day finally wearing down on him. He took off his glasses and set them down gently on the nightstand, settling in under the blankets. In the wake of everything that had happened over the past few days, sleep took him quickly.

***

The dream he had that night was rather peculiar. Clarence remembered dreaming of a snowy landscape; snowflakes drifting down as he stared into the horizon. He subconsciously moved forward, towards the small village between the mountains. The snow beneath his boots crunched with every footstep he took, the freezing wind made him shiver slightly. As he advanced towards the village, the residents greeted him cordially; both men and women, children and elders were delighted to see him. They began to gather around to see the magnificent man who had arrived at their village. Their bright smiles and sweet praises had taken him aback.

“I heard he saved a bunch of hunters stuck in a cave,” an excited boy from the crowd said with glee.

“Archmage Clayden is a wonderful man! He saved my husband and cured him with his magic,” a woman, presumably a hunter’s wife, commented.

Archmage Clayden… That must be who Clarence was dreaming of.

“What brings you here, Archmage Clayden?” A voice interrupted Clarence’s thoughts, he turned around to see a man smiling at him, extending a hand for him to shake.

Instinctively, Clarence refused the handshake and asked in an urgent tone, “Mayor, is there an Iris Village to the north of here? There's a farmer by the name of Oliver there.”

Clarence’s breathing became labored, giving away his nervousness.

“The Olivers? Everyone in Iris Village knows them. They've got a sprawling estate and huge tracts of farmland. They often come down here in autumn to sell grain,” a farmer lady politely replied. “Now that you mention it, you look a bit like their son… Are you a distant relative?”

“No, I'm visiting on behalf of a friend…” The Archmage replied, almost impulsively. Clarence could tell that he was lying. And without uttering anything further about the topic, the Archmage bid the villagers farewell and continued northward.

The next scene Clarence remembered was him standing on the edge, looking over at a village in the distance. The Archmage stood completely still for a moment, taking in the view. A villa stood in the middle of the snowy plains, with a distinct windmill and vast acres of fields surrounding the house. In the front yard of the villa, there sat an old woman in a wheelchair, and behind her was a young woman who whispered into her ear. Not far away, two men, one older and the other younger, stood in the doorway, looking out over their vast fields with contentment.

Clarence could tell they were related to the Archmage; the blue hair and eyes were undoubtedly similar – but, in an uncanny way, they were awfully similar to Clarence himself as well.

The Archmage stood on the hill, sighing softly. Clarence could understand that he felt conflicted. Any person would be excited to reunite with their family, but why wasn't he happy? Perhaps something disastrous happened between him and his family which created a rift in their relationship. Clarence didn't have much information in his hands, but in rural areas, and in such ancient times, it was common for impoverished families to sell off their children to earn money. After all, there was no despair greater than being betrayed by your own family.

The wind began to pick up, blowing from the north. Dark clouds appeared in the sky, and the freezing wind made the Archmage’s long, blue hair billow in the wind. The old woman and the young man went inside the house, and the Archmage turned around as well, leaving as he silently bid his family farewell.

Clarence, however, mumbled to himself and judged the Archmage’s decisions. He should've kept a proper plan with himself if he wished to visit his family, and he even left without a proper goodbye! The Archmage must be terrible at maintaining a proper timetable and etiquette.

Suddenly, the wizard stopped in his tracks, then he looked back – swarms of what seemed like butterflies were heading straight towards Iris Village. The butterflies had crystalline, almost transparent wings, they radiated a cold aura as they flapped their wings forward, advancing towards the villa at an impressive pace.

Without hesitation, the Archmage began to rush down the hill, over to the butterflies. Clarence noticed as the Archmage dispelled the butterflies with ease; a faint, blue-ish glow emitted from his gloved palm – and Clarence assumed it to be a heat spell, which eradicated the butterflies. The sorcerer was fast, but the butterflies were faster; within a few seconds, they made it to the villa, destroying it as they went on.

Clarence could hear screams reverberating through the air, piercing the deafening silence. Pleas of help echoed against the billowing wind as the residents rushed out into the cold. But, that didn't help; within a second, they were frozen and demolished by the glacial butterflies thereafter. Wherever the butterflies went, destruction followed – and they proceeded to destroy both the sorcerer’s family, and his emotional stability.

Clarence could only watch quietly – how the helpless people suffered the wrath of the unknown calamity, creating a vast expanse of cold blizzard, leaving nothing behind as they rampaged throughout the land.

The Archmage stood amidst the snow, still as stone; his knuckles clenched as his breathing labored once again. Fighting back tears, he knelt down on the snow, an immense pain coursing through his body.

The blizzard brought by those pests has engulfed everything; his memories, his love and hate, his resentment – and everything he had left. All was engulfed under a blanket of cold snow.

“I didn't expect it… to end like this,” Clarence heard the Archmage mutter to himself. “How many nights did I spend thinking of what I'd say to them? How I hate them? Blame them? Or would I forgive them? Would I be happy to see them?”

Clarence felt a sharp pain in his chest as he heard further, and it gradually increased with every word the mage said.

“But that doesn't matter now,” the Archmage continued. “Death is the end of everything.”

***

Clarence woke up, drenched in sweat. He panted heavily as he fumbled to grab his glasses on the nightstand. Clarence sighed, rubbing his eyes before putting on his glasses.

Clarence wasn't the type to overthink dreams, he had much more important tasks to handle. But this one seemed different; the blizzard, the screams of the innocent civilians, and most importantly: the Archmage. They seemed to be familiar. His appearance, behavior – everything seemed familiar. Did this have to do something with the case?

“Of course, not.” Clarence shook his head. “That was a simple nightmare.”

Clarence took his phone to check the time. 2:24 AM. He had plenty of time until the scheduled time when he usually started his day: 5 AM. He could've slept some more, but he didn't. He got up, folded the blanket, and put the pillow – which he had kicked while fighting the butterflies in his sleep – back to its place.

Clarence wondered what he'd do, and out of his workaholic nature, decided to sit down and work on some pending documents regarding the Student Council. But as he sat down to type, he found himself constantly getting distracted by the dream he had. He couldn’t help but feel that it had something to do with the case, with MC; he got reminded of the time when the painter girl asked for his blood before she swiftly jumped into a portal, onto a butterfly's back… wait – butterfly?

The soft sounds of typing came to a stop. Clarence stared blankly at the screen, his brows furrowed. He saw destructive butterflies in his dream, and a wizard losing his roots in the process of exterminating them. It sounds bizarre, but Clarence felt like it must be an important key.

That feeling only grew as, over the next few days, Clarence continued to dream of that desolate, snow-covered land. The mystery kept growing with every dream he had, reaching a point where sometimes he woke up disoriented and unable to tell whether or not his dreams were reality. He couldn’t continue working with his dreams infiltrating his every waking thought, so he opened a new document and began typing down his ideas: his dreams and what he had witnessed in them. And gradually, he seemed to notice a coherent plot and story flowing with every dream that he encountered. Then, one day, he came to a decision that he should publish the story.

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Attack on Empire

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: The Empire set its sights on another planet. It should’ve been an easy harvest; the planet wasn’t technologically advanced, nor did it have any special value to the Empire. The only thing of note would be the strength of emotion the inhabitants of the planet had.

And yet, this planet would prove to be the Empire’s greatest threat.

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

The first attack was sudden and utterly unexpected. In the midst of a perfectly peaceful day, the sky darkened and destruction rained down upon the cities of Earth. People cried out in despair in the face of a foreign invasion, pleading for their lives; pleading for mercy.

But to the Empire, this fleeting desperation was merely a footnote in their long journey to collect energy from other planets to expand. To them, this was a routine occurrence – the planet had nothing special to offer, no unique material nor capability that would prove useful in the future, save for the strong emotional power the inhabitants had. Thus, the planet would be harvested; sucked dry, and destroyed.

Yet amongst the rubble and destruction, in the face of this unknown danger, it wasn’t so unknown to a certain group of people.

***

BASE: LBC-0428

Trip of Inspiration

***

“Move it, people! We need to get all the personnel files out of here, and then get ourselves out of here, ASAP!” In an underground base, an authoritative voice rang out.

Traveler ID: 0067437579

MazaRin

Communications Department

Commander of LBC-0428

MazaRin’s voice cut clear above the clamor of papers, slammed filing cabinets, and rush of people darting back and forth to clear out the base. Above, a distant explosion sounded, and the base shook as yet another bomb detonated within the stone walls. Rhythmic footsteps echoed through the halls as the Empire’s robotic soldiers entered one by one. Despite the sound of gunshots, each person moved with purpose, calm and never panicked.

Watching over the evacuation was a woman bracing a gun as she peered around a corner to spot any approaching enemies.

Traveler ID: 0033950733

Mayee

Combat Department - Trainee

Upon seeing the first soldier turn into the hallway, she aimed and quickly released a round of bullets, ducking back behind cover as the robot was destroyed. Behind her, the noise started to lessen as the other members of the base made their way out.

The air outside was crisp, with a faint smell of gunpowder lingering in it. Once she determined that everyone else had evacuated, she backed up and defended them from getting snuck up on by the encroaching soldiers.

Up in front of everyone evacuating, MazaRin raised a hand to the communication device by her ear.

“Yeah, we’ve got all the papers; we’re outside now. Got any directions?”

“You should head down towards the river and regroup with Rozuliette at Seasonal Hunt,” The operator on the other side of the line responded. “From what our observers are saying, they’re trying to surround the base and trap you all in, but cutting across the block should let you avoid most of them.”

Traveler ID: 0486872070

cressie

Communications Department

cressie, one of the most talented, and persuasive members of the Communications Department, provided MazaRin with the details. MazaRin nodded, taking note of what cressie said. Gesturing to the people behind her, she silently guided them down the route recommended by cressie.

“You’ve got a few robots about 500 meters ahead of you, right around the corner at about a 60 degree angle.” cressie said. “You can probably snipe them from a good angle, there aren’t any other robots close enough to interfere.”

MazaRin held up a hand, telling the people behind her to hold still. Creeping through an alley, she braced her sniper rifle against a dumpster, the five robots in the street easily visible from her position.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Five quick shots, and they were all taken care of. MazaRin gestured everyone forward, the small group moving as a well-protected unit with MazaRin in the front and Mayee bringing up the rear. Seasonal Hunt wasn’t too far away, but it was still quite a distance for a group to travel on foot while trying to avoid enemy attention.

The group was about halfway across the road when cressie suddenly spoke up, alarm in her voice.

“Hold on- there are a lot of robots coming your way- find some shelter quick-!”

The warning came too late as smoke bombs exploded around them, cutting off their vision and causing some people to choke on the smog.

“Everyone, get down! Stay low!” MazaRin called out, trying to sweep away the smoke. The sound of gunshots rang out as Mayee and the other Combat Department members began trying to shoot out into the smoke at targets they couldn’t see.

“Hang in there, I’ve sent reinforcements your way, they should get there soon!” cressie relayed amidst the chaos.

MazaRin was about to respond, but her words got interrupted when a shadow lunged for her out of the corner of her eye, barely managing to avoid the robot that tried grabbing her throat. A swift roundhouse kick and a bullet put it down, but that left her open as another robot tackled her to the ground, restraining her.

The sound of clanking metal echoed, announcing the arrival of more robots. The screech of metal on metal and sound of gunfire died down as various thuds, groans, and exclamations of pain announced that the other Combat Department members were taken down as well.

When the smoke cleared, the group was on the ground, outnumbered by the several robots encircling them. Guns were pointed at them in clear threat as some robots began to collect the papers in the hands of the party. Once collected, the robot holding MazaRin hauled her to her feet, dragging her away from the rest of the group.

“Keep the leader. We don’t need the rest,” one of the robots ordered. The clicking of guns echoed in the barren street.

However, that wasn’t the only noise. A humming noise in the distance was steadily getting louder, approaching the combat site. The robots paused, evaluating the new potential threat. Seeing the robots distracted, MazaRin took the opportunity to throw her weight to the side, kicking the robot at its legs. It did not let her go, but it did get stunned by the sudden movement. Detecting the movement, the other robots turned their head towards MazaRin, preparing to attack. At the same time, Mayee brought up her gun, taking advantage of the diversion of her captor’s attention.

Bang! Bang!

The two robots who were holding them were downed with a bullet directly at their core. The other robots aimed at the two, but stopped as they heard the soft rumbling of an engine coming from above. They all looked up, and the sound of an engine revving grew ever closer. The robots held fire for a moment, waiting for the new enemy to show up.

The next moment, a motorcycle crashed down on a robot from above, as the driver of the motorcycle turned the bike sideways to ensure maximum area of impact in the collision against the ground. The robots switched their targets to the two newcomers, while MazaRin and Mayee smiled to themselves.

Traveler ID: 0218562825

Iacie

Support Department - Transportation

As the bike skidded across the ground, Iacie revved the engine, sending the motorcycle speeding around the group to avoid the gunfire from the robots.

“Never fear, the cavalry's here!” Sam cheered enthusiastically as she shot down a group of robots with her M4A1. The sound of mechanical firing rung in the air as the bullets dropped to the ground one by one.

Traveler ID: 0101261071

Sam

Combat Department

She then jumped off the motorcycle right as lacie brought up the front tire to wheelie a robot and swiped out her Renetti, dual-wielding both her firearms. Loud blasts of gunfire echoed through the streets, along with the constant beeping of the robots accompanied by the zapping noises of their guns.

MazaRin sat up, her back pressed against a building, watching as the group hastily collected the paper strewn across the street. Mayee collected a handful of the papers and put them in a file, before she scurried off towards MazaRin.

“Are you alright, Commander?” Mayee asked, a subtle tone of jest present in her question.

MazaRin understood that, she rolled her eyes before replying, “Besides the bruised ankle, I'm fine, Mayee.”

Mayee nodded and looked at the duo which were still shooting down the robots. Sam shot down the robots one after another; the continuous sound of bullets hitting against the metal mixed with her boisterous laughter almost made her seem like a madwoman – and an efficient one at that. Meanwhile, Iacie calmly assisted Sam. Iacie’s shots were precise; smoothly hitting the robots’ central processor – taking them down with a single shot.

“MazaRin, do you copy?” The familiar voice of the operator rang out again.

“Yeah, yeah, copy that, Lobster,” MazaRin replied with a soft sigh.

“Hope there aren't many casualties, MazaRin! Did the reinforcements reach you?”

Traveler ID: 0033949701

lobster

Communications Department

Enthusiastic as ever, lobster screamed into the microphone. MazaRin had to wince after hearing that message from him.

“Yes, they did, lobster,” MazaRin chuckled. “Don't worry.”

The sounds of gunfire receded, and a loud exclamation followed–

“Woooo!!” Sam exclaimed, laughing soon after kicking out the decapitated head of a poor robot. “That was fun. Wasn't it, Iacie?”

lacie softly hummed in approval. “Where's the Commander?”

Sam pointed towards the direction where MazaRin was and walked over to her, and Iacie followed. “Evening, MazaRin. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I'm alright.” MazaRin tried to stand up, her hand on the lamppost beside her, trying to balance herself. “Aside from the slight injury, that is.”

Iacie noticed the injury and added, “It's alright. Just a small bruise.”

“Yeah, hop on the motorbike, we'll get you to the base,” Sam replied.

“Thank you, guys. But what about the others?” MazaRin pointed towards the other members.

As the Commander of the base, it was MazaRin’s task to look after all of them. And that's what she did. All of the members looked up to her as a mother figure; caring and kind, but also practical and calculative when it came to making any moves. And, being the Commander, it was almost natural for her to womder how Iacie would be able to transport all of them to the Seasonal Hunt base.

“Let me call for some extras,” Sam said, putting a hand on her communication device. “Yeah, we need some transport backup, please!”

“Damn, didn't cressie already send some backups?”

Traveler ID: 0487003662

Norie

Communications Department

“Yeah, but we need more to transport the others as well,” Sam added.

“Alright, fine, don't worry,” Norie replied. “Gonna ask cressie to send some more…”

“Thanks, Norie!” Sam put her hand down and looked at MazaRin. “Extra backups are on their way! But first, let's get you and Mayee to the base.”

lacie helped MazaRin get on the bike, then Sam hopped on. MazaRin looked at Mayee for a moment, ordering her to stay with the members before the backups arrived. And with that, the three of them drove through the abandoned streets.

MazaRin watched the scene nearby. Broken buildings scattered around the city, ruins of cars and vans remained ignored on the sidewalks. A cold air blew past, wafting the smell of gunpowder and asphalt. The countries across the world were destroyed within minutes of the arrival of the Empire – leaving no traces behind. Despite causing a ruckus across the world, they didn't manage to destroy one city; the city of Luxmond Bay, where the “Resistance Army” resided.

Compared to the heavy, professional armies the other sovereign nations had, the Resistance was nothing. They didn’t have powerful weapons; the ones they had now were simply foraged, or gifted by anonymous assisting organizations. The only reason they had survived until this long in combat was sheer luck. Every time the Empire launched an attack on them, they simply scurried from one base to another, like a little mouse escaping a cat’s deathtrap. It was only a matter of time until the group would fall into the Empire’s trap; it was inevitable, and they knew it – yet, they tried their best to keep their world from falling into the Empire's hands.

After all, each and every single one of them had protected other worlds from the Empire as the “Main Character” of a game, and they, too, wanted to keep their home safe.

That game was also the one thing that got them this far. It was their common ground; the basis of their first communication, their greatest defense, and the ultimate secret to keep from the Empire.

The motorbike reached another desolate part of the city. The moss and vines growing in the cracks and on the walls of the ruined buildings gave off its seclusion. The bike took a turn, entering a dingy alleyway. It bumped against the cobblestone pathway and endeavored forward until it reached a dead end. The pathway ended at a cliff, overlooking the vast desert beneath. The nearby river provided a much-needed source of water, and a cover of noise.

Sam got off the bike and helped MazaRin get down, though she insisted she was fine and could walk in by herself. lacie parked the bike near the alleyway, to avoid any suspicion. Then, they walked by the edge, over to a building covered in vegetation.

Walking in, their footsteps echoed throughout the empty, abandoned place. They came to a stairwell covered by a signboard reading “Under Construction”, but ignored it, and continued downward. The further they went, the louder the sound of chatter, clamors, and mechanical typing got.

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The Only Heartbreaker; Cael edit.

Cael edit collab with @caelum-et-ocean (again) !!!

It was fun editing this, Star. Thanks for agreeing to collab with me 🤍

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𝐎𝐂 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 # 🪻

Featuring: my OC, Edwin Anselm. (VEGA-1228)

Fandom: Lovebrush Chronicles.

Warning: might contain spoilers of Cael's cards + future worlds/stories.

𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Name: Edwin Anselm

Codename: VEGA-1228

Given Name: Edwin Dahler.

Age: 20

Pronouns: He/Him.

Birthplace: planet named “Cosmos”.

Appearance: tall, lean, gloomy. Has long black hair which is usually tied up. Purple eyes.

Personality: calm, reserved, observant. Can be grumpy, sarcastic, impatient, and lazy at times.

Major: Astrophysics.

Hobbies: Writing. Researching topics he finds interesting. Learning cooking recipes.

Likes: Space, writing, learning new stuff. dumplings, hehe.

Dislikes: bugs, bossy people, people who are too clingy, people who simply just can't follow a simple schedule.

birthday: December 28.

Pets: Beanie.

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬

MC: sister (?). He saw her grow up since the day Cael took responsibility of looking after MC. Edwin continued to see MC as his sister since then.

Cael: Guardian. Edwin doesn't remember how he came to be, or who his exact parents are; but his most primary memory is of Cael bringing him to meet MC.

Alkaid: Friendly. They are good friends; they hang out after class often and chat about physics theories and all. Alkaid inspires Edwin to be more outgoing.

Clarence: somewhat hostile. Edwin doesn't like how Clarence appears to be strict and bossy, and Clarence doesn't like Edwin’s lazy ass either. But, they get along as time goes by.

Ayn: Friendly. Edwin does not talk to Ayn much, neither does Ayn, but they are still on friendly terms.

Lars: Unknown. Edwin knows Lars to be a manga fan as MC describes.

𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

All he remembers is meeting MC when she was 15. Edwin remembers himself to be 17 by that time. He can't remember anything else about his childhood.

𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

Edwin, also known as Adjutant Vega, worked under Prefect Silver until he lost his life in a battle whilst harvesting a world. To preserve his memories, Prefect Silver was suggested to convince the Chosen One to make a bionic of his Adjutant. Thus, several bionics resembling Edwin were made. The bionic VEGA-1228 had his memory erased and then sent to Earth to accompany MC as she grows up; some of his cognitions were also modified so that he can appear to be more humane; such as aplearing more sensitive to others' miseries, and more sympathetic to people. Recently, he has made several choices of his own will against his master, which is unlikely for a bionic like him.

𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞

He is a loner who doesn't have many friends. Alkaid is his closest friend (or so he thinks). And Ayn, William, O'Connor are acquaintances who are on his good terms. He is also one of the top students in his major as he is able to memorise things easily and able to do a large amount of sum in his mind.

(Students call him a “robot” as a joke.. get it?)

𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

Has shown signs of psychic dreams. He often goes to Cael to tell him about his weird dreams, but Cael says it's merely a dream, and that there are no other hints behind it.

Can fight well despite not being so athletic.

There's actually another bionic, VEGA-1227, who is now actively working as the Adjutant of Prefect Silver.

Affection Items: Puzzle cube, kaleidoscope, assembling robot, book of physics. Dumplings.

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𝐎𝐂 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 # 🐚

Featuring: my OC, Hektor Clayden. [Monde]

Fandom: Lovebrush Chronicles.

Warning: might contain spoilers of Clarence's cards / other world stories.

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Name: Hektor Clayden.

Age: 18

Pronouns: He/him.

Appearance: tall, fair, short blue hair with a white streak on the left, a small scar on left eyebrow, glasses, blue-grey eyes, and a mole under the left eye.

Personality: introverted, polite, creative, friendly, shy at first, absolutely ballistic when you get to know him.

Major: Geography.

Hobbies: Writing. Playing games, collecting/buying merch of his favourite series, collecting stamps.

Likes: Games, movies, books, mangas, stamps, nature, blueberries, oatmeals.

Would ditch saving the world for a bowl of oatmeal.

Dislikes: disorganised places, crowds, rude people.

Birthday : November 6.

MBTI: INFJ

Pets: None.

Who needs a pet when all animals favor you?

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬

MC: Best friend. They have been close since they met on orientation day.

Naledi: Best friend, and once crush. RIP.

Cael: Unknown. He is weary of him since he only heard about Cael from MC.

Alkaid: Friendly. They don't talk much, but they do get along quite well whenever they cross paths.

Clarence: older brother. Hektor doesn't like him much though.

Jaclyn: Older sister. Hektor gets along with her the most.

William: Hektor only listens to his ramblings.

O’Connor: that weirdo friend who calls him “H” (Haha, Hydrogen).

Ayn: Friendly. Hektor and Ayn are rumoured to be gaming buddies.

Lars: Unknown.

𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

Hektor grew up with the Claydens. Despite his siblings literally thriving in their childhood, Hektor was more laid-back; enjoying life his own secluded way. He is more close to his parents; always listening to whatever they say. And so, when his parents said that he should try getting into St. Shelter’s, Hektor couldn't say no despite his brother literally being there.

Extra: Hektor also traveled a lot with his father.

– since Mr. Clayden's a scientist, he rarely gets time to stay home; having to travel across the world a lot, he often took Hektor with him. And Hektor has had all the fun in his youth spewing chaos at the scientific research centre.

Academy life: He is a freshman majoring in Geography. In spite of his introverted, awkward nature, he makes friends easily. Thus he, MC and Naledi became friends on the first day. He easily makes good results in the examination since he is studious. And he was dragged into the Student Council by William because of obvious reasons.

Others/Special:

is an avid fan of In Passing.

Thought that the Archmage was a self-insert character of his brother until he saw MC actually making him a canon character.

Loves oatmeals. That's it. Would ditch Clarence’s plans for a bowl of oatmeal with blueberries.

Can run very fast. Clarence made him run across the entire campus one day for an errand.

Usually finds unconventional, rather creative ways of escaping troubles.

The first to beat Clarence’s mechanical escape room.

Hektor would absolutely thrive in Godheim, traumatising the Archmage by being an annoying ass.

Can't cook for the love of God.

Is a sharpshooter.

Sleeping schedule is in shambles.

Goes along extremely well with Clarence's cat, Goldie. Goldie is known to be shy towards others, but when it comes to Hektor, Goldie becomes very energetic.

Can hold basic conversations in multiple languages.

Really close to his dad.

Was forced to play as a butterfly by O'Connor.

Affection Items: Oatmeal candy bar, blueberries, stamps, gaming console and CD.

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