Was Gonna Do One But Had To Do The Entire Love Square :3

Melancholy of A Wizard

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A gloomy haze of fog trailed around the estate. Creating somewhat of a uneasy feeling, to outsiders at least. Inside the mansion owned by none other than the Wizard famous for destroying one of the King’s palaces, a flame burned in the fire place, sending dark smoke up the chimney and into the clouded sky.

The Wizard himself was lying on the velvet sofa, which he stole from a noble after they refused to pay for his services. Quite a few of things were..in other words, borrowed from his many contractors. He seemed to always get on people’s bad side, no matter what he did. The man could be sitting in a room by himself and rumors will stir.

He suddenly sighed, realizing that his thoughts once again got in the way of his concentration. Currently, he was reading a novel, something about two lovers being separated by circumstance.

He wasn’t particularly interested, but as per the request of Hestia to broaden his horizons, he continued to read. His tastes laid in more abstract forms of art. Such as paintings, or depressing poetry. Romance had never been his strong suit, seeing as he had little to no experience with it.

All throughout his youth, the Wizard had focused on being at the top. Nothing else mattered, the only thing that did was him winning above all else. He sees how childish that line of thinking was, as it only ended in him staying in a dingy, derelict mansion with a nagging, motherly spirit to bother him.

However, the alternative would be to face trial from the Royal Court, for destroying a palace and many of his other crimes. So, in retrospect, such living conditions weren’t the most unbearable.

“Orion, please, you should get some rest.” Hestia calls, her voice echoing around the room.

“Not now, Hestia. You insisted I read this book, so I am. Please don’t disturb me, you know how I hate being distracted while reading.” Orion said, gesturing her away with a wave of his hand.

A sigh emanates from every corner of the room, as though she was everywhere all at once. Orion feels her presence vanish as Hestia moves to another part of the house, or more, her spirit moves.

Orion reads over the same paragraph six times before giving up, shutting the book and tossing it on the coffee table.

“Absolute rubbish. How could anyone find that entertaining? All that damned book talks about is love and longing. Surely there are much more important things to worry about…” Orion shook his head, standing up and heading to the kitchen.

He takes his time, chewing on a slice of bread before brewing up a coffee for himself. One of the better parts of living (almost) alone, is that he needn’t share anything, or require the politeness to ask. It used to be like that back at the school, where being respectful was absolutely necessary.

How he did not miss it.

Sipping the bitter drink from the mug, Orion walked throughout the house, soon reaching the second floor, where his room awaited him. Upon entering, Orion noticed the balcony doors were slightly ajar, letting a draft in.

“Damn you, Hestia…” He mumbled, setting down his mug and shutting the door with aggression.

Clearly, the spirit did not like being blown off.

Changing into a night shirt and pants, Orion finishes the cup before settling into bed. He stared at the ceiling for some time, admiring the mural of some heavenly event. Sure, he didn’t waste his time with worshipping the gods, but he could appreciate talent where it was due.

Soon, his eyes begin to slip closed, as a dream lulls him into sleep.

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He’s kinda cunty ngl

hey guys here’s some outfit headcanons for kotlc characters!!

I’m writing a modern au fanfic and I made these on a whim soooooooo here ya go🤞

you know what Fitz is giving me guys?

Sassy man apocalypse

like

You know what I mean🙂

We know what you are, Fitzroy Avery Vacker

please guys hear me out

literally I was listening to some music and BRO Duvet by Bōa is literally Sophie’s song

like actually, I’m flabbergasted

𝗅𝗎𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍

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Xen really didn’t know what to do.

Though, that wasn’t a surprise to anyone.

So, to recap, she was hit by some weird comet-like thing, and it turned her into…well…this.

Green hair that apparently can catch on fire but not burn, neon green eyes that Sandy thinks might shoot lasers, and finally, she can fly.

“Sandy! Help me get down!” Xen wailed, acidic tears rolling down her face as she hit the ceiling.

“I’m—ugh,” Sandy groaned, avoiding a stray drop of acid-tear that melted straight threw the floor. “I’m trying! Just— calm down!”

More tears streamed down her face, and she felt half-bad for freaking Sandy out, but also, she was literally turning into a…thing!!

How could she not panic and cry?! Like, her tears are acidic now!

“It’s really not that bad! I saw a guy with like, chicken feet or something! At least you’re still you!” Sandy assured.

“It isn’t the same! My hair is on fire!”

Sandy groaned, looking toward the door where Nyxx was.

“Hey, you just gonna stand there and be useless? Come over here and help me!” The girl nagged, glaring at the other.

Nyxx only blinked, seeming a bit weary. “The extraction team will be here soon to help, so we should just try to keep her from blowing up.”

“Extrac— what?! What the hell is an extraction team?!”

“They’re really the only people able to help her right now, since she’s a bit of a liability right now.” Nyxx explained, ignoring Sandy’s spiraling.

Before she could say anything else, people in something close to hazmat suits came rushing in past.

Sandy didn’t even have time to comprehend before they were setting down some triangle thing, which unleashed a weird tech-y looking rope that dragged Xen down. Then, the rest of it turned into a cage, trapping her inside.

“What are you doing?!” Sandy screamed, pounding her fist on the cage. “Let her go!”

“Sandy, stop.” Nyxx demanded, coming up behind her and holding her back under the arms.

Sandy only kicked, nothing but fear and rage fueling her mind and actions.

“Get off me, bastard!”

Suddenly, a thick pink mist clouded the room, exploding from the hall. The anger she felt just seconds before disappears with the fog, leaving only a mild sense of disorientation in her senses.

A sigh, then, “Thanks, EVA.”

Sandy had not time to react before she was drug back to a chair to sit. She could barely stand, much less notice the team of weirdos take her friend out of the room.

Xen, meanwhile, was curled into a ball. Tears continued to run down her face, and she was lucky enough the be able to wipe them away. The people who were taking her away weren’t slow at all, as the moved with impressive speed.

All she could focus on, however, was just how ruined her life was. Her hair was on fire, her tears are burn through stuff, she can fly, and probably a shit ton of other things that will make everyone avoid her. And just when she was starting to get settled too…

She wanted to scream, and rage and throw a fit like a child. But she couldn’t.

Whatever had happened, it nearly killed her.

The idea of even going outside now, was terrifying.

On the outside, the team was making twists and turns, and Xen was pretty sure they went down an elevator at one point. That is, until they put her in a room. Minutes passed with the cage still glowing around her, but was finally removed.

The room she was in was almost stark white, with nothing but a small bed inside.

“Where am I?” Xen shivered, looking around wildly.

“Apologies, but this is the only way we can assure both your safety and ours for the time being.” A voice called out, coming from the ceiling.

Xen noticed a camera in the corner, and instinctually backed away.

“Please I— I don’t know what’s going on. You have to help me.”

The voice returned. “Of course, that’s what we’re here for. Just try to relax for now, we’ll be sending in Dr. Stein shortly to run some tests.”

Stein? Tests? What are they talking about?

“Wait! Who- who are you?”

“My name is Gideon, I’m EDEN’s most developed and effective AI.”

Okay. Great.

What does that mean?

Xen didn’t respond, and instead curled in on herself. If she was gonna be stuck in some room to get tested on, she might as well be comfortable.

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Coming back to her senses, Sandy was instantly raged.

“What the FUCK?!” She shouted, shooting up and looking around crazily.

“Relax there, kid.” Mustang chided, blowing smoke out of the window.

Sandy turned to him, eye twitching. “Why the hell are you here? No, wait, actually, where is Xen? Tell me. Now.”

“Is that how you ask?”

Glaring, Sandy took a deep breath. “Please tell me where Xen is, fuckface.”

Mustang nearly choked, holding back a laugh. “Well, you certainly are spitfire, aren’t ya?” He chuckled.

“Now, bastard.”

“Ah, sorry kiddo, I can’t. That information is classified.”

Once again pissed off, Sandy stalked up to the older man, ripping the cigarette from his hand.

“I don’t fucking care if it’s classified, you ass, my best friend’s hair literally turned into fire. So you’re gonna tell me what the hell you guys are doing to her, and maybe, maybe, I won’t burn this whole fucking building down. Sound fair?”

Mustang stared, his eyes narrowed and slightly amused.

“Hm, guess I really don’t have a choice, huh?”

Not replying, Sandy met his stare equally, with Mustang recognizing the similar determination from his youth.

“Fine, fine, but I really can’t tell ya. Only agents and students get to know were Anomalies are put.”

“Anomalies?” Sandy raised a brow.

“Sorry, classified.” Mustang shrugged.

What the hell was this guy talking about? Anomalies? Like some alien shit? And only agents and students knew where…where the…

Widening her eyes, Sandy looked back to Mustang. “How do I become a student?”

“What?”

“A student. I need to be one here. That’s how I figure out what’s happening to Xen, right? So, what? Do I gotta, fill out an application? Take a test?” Sandy asked, rambling as many ideas popped into her head.

Mustang blinked, then while smirking, he ruffled the girl’s hair. “You’re sharper than you look, kid. Alright, ya wanna become a student.”

Ignoring the obvious lack of personal space, Sandy straightened. “Yes.”

“Then follow me. I’ve been looking for a knew lackey anyway.”

“What? You mean—”

“Yes, kid, I mean I’m gonna be teachin’ you. Now hurry up.”

Time felt like it was going too fast, and the nerves in Sandy’s body quickly stacked up. Inhaling, she grounded herself, then began to walk after the older man.

One thing at a time, Sandy, just roll with it.

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New chapterrrrr!!!! Sort of, idk, just take it

@3xen

accurate

Season 6 so far seems like a big improvement in some areas, specifically Marinette.

It's kinda annoying seeing how many people keep bringing up the London special saying she's no longer mature or that it's like she forgot everything that happened.

Because so far it feels like a normal progression of her character. Because it's a regression. The intro spells it out: her knowing Gabriel's secret is eating her up and it's eating her relationship up.

The way she has no idea how to behave around Adrien after that, asking Alya and Nino to join her date because everything has to be perfect.

The idea of Sublime and Adrien possibly talking about her without knowing what they're saying about her, wanting to make sure they're friends.

Getting so worked up over a 100th kiss where the stars and planets align as a sign of good luck that everything is going to be alright and crying when he doesn't show up.

She's literally going out of her way to make sure everything is perfect to make up for the fact that the one thing that's out of her control could not only hurt their relationship, but seriously hurt Adrien in the process.

And so far I'm really liking this route they're taking with her character. It's subtle but effective.

This episode changed my life

Adrien Agreste, Chat Noir

I tried to make him more jagged and chaotic looking compared to Ladybug, so there would be more contrast between them

Also somewhat asymmetrical cuz he can’t wear whatever he wants as a civilian