I Dont Yet See Any Significant Changes In Your Format, Especially Your Fics. But When I Do, Ill Leave

I don’t yet see any significant changes in your format, especially your fics. But when I do, I’ll leave a comment if there‘s anything to note :3

Thank you sm anon-san I'm trying to slowly transition them so that I don't overwhealm either me or my usual readers n.n. Perhaps when I'm a few fics deep the change would be evident and thank you once again for standing by to see :D

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3 stages of Rras, which is just Denial Denial Acceptance— THAT MARUSSY IS TOO STRONG MAR IM STILL *,@,@,@,,@*$*÷&÷¥×_$¥$;÷(#;$($;$($;÷(#

02 :: Azul Ashengrotto

Two stubborn souls, both with bolted locks on their glass hearts; a lock melting beneath the influence of alcohol,,,

An Azul x OC (@/rrasado’s sonaoc cough my mom) fic? Oneshot? Pretty sure this was my first fully written one-shot so YK PLS HAVE MERCY ONE ME 🙇🙇

“ A drunk mind speaks a sober heart …”

Strands of his silver hair floated in the air, reflecting the dark blue lights of the lounge as he swiftly took off his blazer, the cloth creating a small current, causing his hair to breeze through the air. Carefully folded his dark blue blazer in a neat manner, hanging it on the back of a countertop chair, one he felt so much familiarity in before seating himself on the very chair, raising his hand to call for the bartender.

The former Octavinelle dorm leader didn’t intend for this to happen, in fact, he had just been back to visit the cultural festival hosted in his past highschool. He felt himself naturally drifting towards a certain direction, the black leather soles clicking against the white marble flooring of the Mostro Lounge, taking in the calm atmosphere of the empty lounge, reminiscing the late nights he spent hanging back in the lounge, looking through the pile of business paper being carefully stacked up on the very corner of his desk.

A line of black leather chairs lined itself up with the white countertop table, two colors on the very end of the color spectrums yet worked harmoniously when placed next to each other, blending in yet standing out simultaneously with the cold palette in the background; just like the black silky locks and the midnight gaze of hers, compared to his pure silver locks and the tranquil blue in his eyes. Azul seated himself on one of the leather chairs, raising a gentle hand signifying towards the bartender for a drink. A glass of Prelude Fizz please, he said. The carbonation fizzing as if it was there to remind him of the rough relationship. The prelude to his affection towards the woman with the clear black gaze, as the small bubbles of air slowly started to fade away, the surface of the coral drink coming into a stop like the ocean during the moon’s reign. Prelude Fizz, a mixed drink for a conflicted soul, desperately looking to know whether their feelings are to be reciprocated, whether those feelings towards the retired dorm leader are platonic or romantic.

. . .

Multiple glasses with little to no liquor left, scattered all over the on the marbled countertop table of the bar, surrounding a silver haired figure laid with his head to the surface, the blood gathering itself on his face, tinting his pale skin as red as the velvet carpeting of below him. Every inch of his muscles had been relaxed, even those of his face; unable to make the stern expression that painted itself ok his face constantly, instead, his eyes drooped down low, his brows and mouth loosened as he dug himself deeper into the comforts of his own left arm. Azul found himself wandering in a dark library, every book he took in hand reminded him of a memory he had created during his time as a Night Raven College student, his fingers lingered over the tinted pages, a dark book hidden within the selves catching the attention of his peripheral vision. The book didn’t seem any different from the others, a sleek black titleless book yet it pulled him closer and closer, just like a certain someone had done to him.

“Diyos ko, How much did you drink,”

His eyes fluttered open, a pair of aquamarine eyes darted towards the figure standing by the doorway. Tears welled up below his eyes, an effect from all the heat being rushed towards his face, blurring his vision as he saw the everso familiar Queendom intern. The calm sea rippled as a teardrop fell from his face, each individual wave highlighted itself under the glowing moonlight, the conflicted feelings buried deep inside him bubbling up to the surface with the sight of the otherworldly ravenette.

“Ah Arrodas san.. it’s hic been a while..”

A gloved hand covered a faint smile that had crept up on her face, a tint of hesitation glistened in the inky pupils of hers. It wasn’t common for the conscientious merfolk to have his guards completely down; Azul always kept himself on high alert, burying every vulnerability there is, yet there he sat, not a single layer of protection before his delicate heart. An open book gently laid out for everyone to see with nothing surrounding its frail pages. Like the Mona Lisa, it stood in an empty room, a thick coat of glass defending the mysterious painting, preventing the curious gazes from walking a step too close. But in the presence of the moonlight, it laid itself out bare, disregarding the possible harms in its way.

“You know.. I’ve always, hic, wanted to tell you something..”

The way he felt his heart drop facing the missing silhouette of the Ramshackle student, the sound of the buildings collapsing into a pile of wreckage behind them coming to an abrupt stop; a heavy stone tied to his heart as it dragged it along the deep seabed of guilt, drowning in the pool of remorse, the waters rising slowly as days,, years passed by. The way she managed to get him scratching his head at 2am, fighting off the odd sensation he felt as the two passed each other in the hallways. It wasn’t an absolute distaste towards the ghostwriter, nor was it admiration, or envy. The way she had him cursing the Great Sevens every night, failing to unlock the locked pages of his endearment, unable to place his finger on the lingering feelings circulating his mind; up until he felt her life slipping through the small crevice of his soft fingers.

“I might’ve.. fallen for you.”

A small clock inside him fell, shattering into a million pieces as it hit the hard surface of the flooring, as if time had stopped at the very moment. Years spent making sure the lock placed on his heart was unbreakable, inaccessible to anyone, and everyone including himself came crashing down with those forbidden words. 3 words he vowed never to say. Falling out of the pale lips of his, laced with the sweet scent of a prelude’s kiss. The prelude to his impossible path of intimacy with one Phoebus Arrodas.

Azul felt his eyelids slowly closing onto him, a strand of his silver hair flopping onto his eyes, just about covering the bright orange drink placed in front of him. A large wave of drowsiness coming over him, the strength in his body drained itself, floating between the line of consciousness, nuzzling straight into the dark shirt of his. A drink going unnoticed by the observant business owner. A glass of screwdriver, placed by the puzzled intern beside him, an undelivered message it remains.

You’ve captured my heart.

Easter eggs you might’ve missed ::

Prelude Fizz — A name of a cocktail, with a hidden meaning of “I want to know your true feeling,”

Screwdriver — Another cocktail, “You have my heart,”

Constant reference to the moon — Phoebus’s motif

White n Black counter — Comparison between Phoebus and Azul’s hair

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MGA KABABAYAN, TURN IT UP 🙌 《 🦚 • 🦁 • 🦉 》

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Leona and Cece's children Part 2

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Anon who requested ghost, divine, and only child reader says that they actually have to invest effort into thinking of what to request because your writing is that excellent and they don’t want to occupy too much of your brain so they can only send one idea at a time.

Gimme a week, maybe I’ll sort myself out /j

Mooney says genshin anon is always welcome to place any order whenever they feel most comfortable at because this is a two way glee for the consumer and the producer. I'm biased towards divine reader and I hope you don't also feel pressured into thinking of more genshin reqs. Most people order something from twst or obey me so whatever you request is definitely a refresher 🫂

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