Okay, After Listening To Thunder Bringer On Repeat For The Past Couple Of Days I Can Officially Say That

This.

I think the Sun God is a fujoshi who ships alcale hence why she’s supporting Alver like crazy in this timeline where he and Cale (KRS) meet

I bought a platypus plush from Berlin whom I've named Susan

it's so weird to me that everyone on this website is a human person outside of their weird internet niche so rb this with a random bit of your lore

presented without commentary or apology

Through gritted teeth: my first draft is allowed to be awful. My first draft is allowed to be awful. My first draft is allowed to be awful.

*slaps ceasar on the back* this guy can take so much stabbing!

feeling myself

Alex was widely known as a formidable figure—sharp, calculating and seemingly unaffected by the chaos that surrounded them. As the top negotiator for a prominent corporation, Alex's reputation for ruthless efficiency preceded them in every boardroom and back alley they came across. Few dared to cross paths with Alex and even fewer earned their respect.

Maya on the other hand, was a breath of fresh air in the dull city, a vibrant soul with an infectious laugh that could brighten even the dreariest of days. Maya thrived on the thrill of life, navigating through social circles with ease and leaving behind a trail of smiles wherever she went. But beneath her joyful exterior lay a streak of selfishness, an unspoken desire to put her own happiness above all else.

Fate intervened one evening at Lumina's annual gala, where the city's elite gathered. Amid the opulence and chatter, a sudden power outage plunged the grand event into darkness. Panic ensued as guests fumbled in the pitch-black corridors. Alex, unperturbed by the chaos, calmly made their way towards the malfunctioning elevator, seeking refuge from the commotion.

Unbeknownst to Alex, Maya had found herself in the same predicament. Her radiant smile, usually undimmed, faltered in the darkness. As the elevator doors closed, sealing them together in a confined space, Maya's unease was palpable.

"Great," Maya muttered, her voice a mix of frustration and nervousness. "Stuck in an elevator during a blackout. Just perfect."

Alex, standing stoically beside her, barely acknowledged the complaint. Instead, they assessed the situation with a cool efficiency that Maya found both intimidating and intriguing.

"Relax," Alex said, their voice steady. "We'll be out soon enough."

Maya, surprised by the calm assurance, couldn't help but be curious. She glanced at Alex, noticing the determination etched in their expression. Despite their aloof demeanor, there was something compelling about Alex—a hidden depth that piqued Maya's interest.

As minutes stretched into what felt like hours, Alex's composed demeanor remained unwavering. Maya, feeling a sense of admiration mixed with relief, decided to break the tense silence.

"You seem like you've been in situations like this before," Maya remarked, attempting to lighten the mood.

Alex's lips quirked slightly, a hint of amusement softening their stern features. "A few times," they admitted. "It comes with the territory."

Maya grinned, her usual spark returning. "Well, lucky for me, I'm stuck with an expert."

In that unexpected moment of camaraderie, amidst the darkness and uncertainty, a connection sparked between them—a connection that would set the stage for a remarkable journey. A journey that neither of them were ready for.

I swear you're on drugs sometimes

I am so fucking normal about them. I swear I'm not foaming at the mouth, you're just seeing things I swear-

You fucking psycho, who the fuck wears jeans to bed???

You’re summoned to Devildom right now for the RAD exchange program in exactly what you’re wearing. How messed up are their first impressions going to be?