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In 'welcome home please stay' - how do Regis et al react to the news that the Galahdians, for the most part, don't /want/ to come back to Insomnia?
"It was certainly unusual," Regis murmured into the quiet room.
All three occupants of his private office - including him - were staring at the stack of envelopes a... sentient breath of wind? had ploped down on his desk, all the while giggling about somthing in a language none could understand.
Cor let his sword vanish back into the armiger, while Clarus also slowly relaxed his stance. Regis gently poked one of the letters, his magic churning beneath his skin like a river of crystalline glass. Nothing happened.
"What was that?" Clarus demanded to know, even though he knew no one could answer.
"Your guess is as good as mine," Regis said. "However these appear to be quite ordinary letters."
"You sure?" Cor asked eyeing the stack like it might come alive and try to murder them.
They were quite eclictic, the envelopes. Some were large and thick - a normal brown - some were smaller and red or green or blue aor any other colour under the sun. Those looked like they were from store bought birthday cards. Some were ordinary envelopes and others looked like they had been folded by hand out of whatever had been available.
"They reek of chaos," Cor rumbled. "Be careful, Regis. Getting letters from fae is never a good thing."
"They are addressed to my official name, and all are written by a different hand, from what I can tell. If I had to venture a guess, whatever brought the letters here was simply delivering them," Regis said.
He picked one of them up. One of the larger ones. The paper of the envelope was thick and of high quality - a beautiful golden brown sealed with greyish black wax. A finely detailed flower was depicted in it.
Picking up a letter opener, Regis carefully upened the envelope and pulled out a thick stack of papers. After skimming over the first few lines, he felt the colour drain from his face.
"Regis?"
Clarus took a step closer in worry.
"This letter is from one Luche Lazarus. With this he is handing in his resignation from the Glaive and states his refusal to step back on Lucian soil unless he has to."
"... What?"
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a-world-in-grey · 13 days
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You know, I always headcanoned that once Niflheim got their hands on some photos of the prince and his civilian friend, they absolutely knew that Prompto was an escaped clone. The resemblance to Besithia was obvious, after all. They just didn't bother to do anything with it, since it's not like they need that particular clone and it's not even like Prompto has a sleeper programming.
But in the Spark verse, well. Prompto is a child of an Oracle. And if Glauca is a thing, they might even know about her magic.
Either way, they really want to have her back.
I have been sitting on this ask for awhile, because I love it, but unfortunately the muses are not cooperating with me on it.
In most of my fics, Niflheim doesn’t really bother paying too much attention to Prompto - yeah, he’s the prince’s friend, but he’s civilian, and furthermore, not a member of his Retinue, so ergo, he can’t be that important to the prince. Not enough to be worth investing any resources into whatever aim they might want with Prompto anyway.
But in Spark au, Prompto is claimed as Noctis’ Heart far earlier than normal in an effort to protect her secret, and that makes Niflheim take a closer look at this civilian girl who’s gotten so close to the prince. And you’re right, the resemblance is uncanny if you know what to look for.
I feel like Titus wouldn’t know about Prompto’s magic. Noctis and the others are so very careful to keep her magic under wraps, and the cover of Prompto having Noctis’ magic so compelling, that Titus never realizes the truth.
Now, if they ever managed to get their hands on the Prince’s Heart long enough to somehow learn that carefully hidden truth… well.
That would change things, wouldn’t it?
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oh sweet providence, save us from ourselves.
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Was going through the drafts on this blog earlier looking for something and found two art posts of my KC from 2022 that I think never got out there for some reason. The one on the left was actually from 2020 and was done for the 5e Greyhawk campaign Carmen was played in before Wrath released. The one on the right was probably from January 2022 and came with this bit of caption about correcting composition that I really don't remember.
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I'm not sure if what I was doing in that game still counted as "toxic yuri."
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outeremissary · 4 months
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Although she was only played in one campaign (a 5e Greyhawk game), Carmen was originally put together for a 3.5 homebrew two years earlier. She had two radically different backstories between the iteration that only shared the concept of a knight errant with a horse named June. Depending on the iteration June's name had a few different origins:
June was a horse named after a dead girl
June was a girl polymorphed into a horse
Carmen believed June was a girl polymorphed into a horse; the real June had died
Although it never came up directly with the party either time, it was always a key point of her character that Carmen was devoted to this dead-or-alive June she had failed and had no hope of atoning to.
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andywinter16 · 1 year
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That Titus and cor one you just did was amazing! Could you do one the other way. Titus is training with cors lover and gets a little too touchy in front of the Marshall. I’ve always loved the idea that Titus tries to purposely piss cor off!
Thank you kindly! :)  It´s because Titus does that on purpose! Also it´s payback for his S/O XD  again gender neutral for everyone to enjoy! 
*Y/N - your name
Y/S- your surname
So as Cor´s S/O you are a part of the Crownsguard. One of the trusted people (with Monica and Dustin)
Also sparring partner for Gladio when Cor isn´t available to teach him
Usually when the day is slow, you find your way to the shared gym between guards and glaives
You were going through some tactical drills and preparing obstacle course for  the newbies when wooden sword flew past you (you expertly catched it, no sweat)
“ Ready for some sparring Y/S? I believe desk work doesn´t do us both  good.” 
You were readily taking the challenge that Titus provided, excited to try some new moves on him
Sword in hand you attacked him head on, it was brutal ( Titus definitively knew some of those moves from certain marshal *smug grin*)
But sadly, you´ve been pinned down by this hulking colosus of man “Didn´t expect to have caucasion today, but here we are, sir.” “ Hush, little Crownsguard or should I kiss your wound to make the pain go away?”  your face is on flame
Cor was strolling along Regis, Clarus and Titus S/O chatting about joined mission for guards and glaives, when Cor´s eyes settled on the situation 
HE AIN´T PLEASED!!! ( especially when he sees Titus shit-eating grin, looking him straight into his eyes)
Just for your information, Cor isn´t that composed as Titus, he was always brash and didn´t give a dam about anyone´s opinion 
Will shove him harshly off you, glaring holes into his skull
“ Y/S, we will work on your moves tomorow, prepare to be sore. (yeah,and sore you were😏😏😏😏😏 ) “But now step aside me and old man have a score to settle!” 
Bonus:
“ Regis, you should stop them or someone gets killed.”
“ Shush Clarus, I wanna see how it ends.” brings from his arminger a popcorn.
Titus´s S/O and Cor´s S/O: YOUR HIGHNESS!!!
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Under what circumstances would Regis have met his grandchildren before he met his son again?
That...
Is a good question.
I could see Solaris finding some strange tunnels somewhere that lead into the archives below the Citadel. A secret pathway used way back when to connect the archive with the old palace.
(The palace that was in use while Insomnia did not have layers like an onion. It burned down a good 1500 years ago, and the new palace was build where the Citadel now is. The tunnels remained and were forgotten.)
So Solaris finds the tunnels and instead of finding a responsible adult - or Ardyn - she decides to be a brave 8 year old and go exploring. She lands in the royal archives.
She is fascinated by all the old books and scrols and other things she finds there. It's so different from where her dad stores his books. Her fascination is so great that she does not notice the man standing in front of a shelf with old history texts. (History texts Noctis had read shortly before he had vanished.)
Of course Solaris walks straight into the man, who nearly falls over. He is old, with white hair and many wrinkles, and he has a cane, which makes Solaris doubly sorry for walking into him.
She does what any responsible 8 year old would do: scream and hide behind a shelf. Only then does she realise that the man has a very stark resemblance to her dad.
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hanzajesthanza · 2 years
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i watched the pilot of brba the other night and it occured to me then that there is a specific kind of guy that i become obsessed with turning over and over in my head like observing a coin shine in the sunlight:
a tragic adult male figure that ends up hurting those closest to him (and/or) everyone around him, because of his own crumbling to society's expectations and pressures of him as a man, leader, patriarch, or simply as a person, and a slow succumbing to self-loathing, insanity, addiction, curse, evil, or just long-suffering... and the tragic consequences of his instability and harmful behaviors affect his family first, perhaps the ones he loves most, or the only ones which love him, before it finally gets around back to him and he begins to suffer tenfold. sometimes they are dads (biological, or adoptive), or they are something like an unofficial guardian to a child, or they *would* have had a child had it not been for their behavior. sometimes there's a redemption arc or redeemable qualities, and sometimes there's just a slow demise.
#THISSS is what my mind revolves around. this is what i think everyone else should be obsessed with and no one seems to be#from top to bottom beginning with the good guys: emiel regis | geralt of rivia | simon petrikov (ice king)#for 'decent': odysseus | agamemnon | nandor (i put them in 'decent' by their ancient standards. obviously the war + pillaging isn't great)#nandor i gotta be real with you was a last-minute addition to this because wwdits is a comedy but i realized he fits this formula#despite the 'stay dead' mention. i forgot about wwdits#and i also forgot that he fathered a bunch of children soooo i edited it to put him in the father area#the 'awesome / decent / stay dead' ranking is by my own personal judgement of them btw and how much i like them#im sorry to put simon so (relatively) low but who didn't hate the ice king in the first few seasons of AT...#i actually really like odysseus... he's my academic poor little meow meow... but... problematic fave#agamemnon and nandor i like but they are just stupid#and below that i just have hate and contempt in my heart for them. like i hope they die and suffer greatly#i would have put emhyr but the thing is that emhyr was evil (power-hungry and selfish) since the beginning and he didn't really become#corrupted or anything he just continued being a horrible person. like just read a question of price basically lol#i dont need to explain geralt or regis. or do i. maybe i should. idk#basically for geralt i just think about sword of destiny and something more and how he left ciri in brokilon and condemned the both of them#and also how he wouldnt take the child when he went to see calanthe in something more like just real dumbass tragic hero behavior#regis. he's not a tragic hero but he destroyed his life catastrophically. he suffered a lot and made it everybody else's problem#so if you have any recs on other characters that are like this maybe i will become obsessed with them idk.#i think they have to be at least somewhat likable. learn from their past actions and try to make things better. even if they dont succeed#actually if they dont succeed thats even better (see: geralt)#but if they just suck for real then i just don't even want to watch or read more like damn get some help or k*ll yourself#i should honestly make my OC's dad like this. he already 90% is. honestly.#i like it when they are good on the inside :> and try to turn things around and save ppl they love but they meet a tragic end anyways :')#except odysseus i think he should get to live happily ever after on ithaca i'm honestly kind of glad we lost the telegony#men who are thiiiiis close to commiting s*icide from the extreme pressure society places upon them#but instead they chicken out and instead stab their wife or child. OR BOTH#txt#cw domestic violence
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caparrucia · 1 year
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Cor and Titus' first meeting
Titus meets Cor on the seventh month of Regis' reign - which is already six months longer than Titus initially assumed Regis' reign would last, considering Regis came to pacify the writhing madness left in his father's wake, supported by the erstwhile enemy of a couple hundred years. It shouldn't have worked, but Regis made it work. He had the charisma and the sheer presence to make it work. His silver tongue and his unflinching pragmatism made quick work of the opposition and, reluctant more than anything, they folded under his rule. Titus had seen them tear each other to shreds in the days after Mors' death. Titus had given up any hope of sanity remaining in the greedy vultures scavenging the kingdom for what little remain useful in it.
And yet, there was Regis at the center, commanding loyalty and respect, without magic or his heirloom crystal or a divine decree. Reluctant, sure. Insincere in places, undoubtedly. But functional.
He was King by no greater power than his own - and his ability to seduce Niflheim to his side.
Titus' refusal to be impressed and accept him at face value was almost ground to nothing, resigned to live in the service of a King worth serving, but then, he met Cor.
Regis was due to promote the new Marshal of the Crownsguard, a title Titus was warily expecting to have to refuse, considering only he had seniority, among the survivors of Mors' last self-destructive spiral and the vicious purge that followed. Titus had been told no less than four times, that week, that people were expecting and anticipating his promotion. And then the night wore on, the speeches and the ceremonial bullshit, and when the time came, the name in Regis' mouth was Cor Leonis, not Titus Drautos, and the silence in the hall was heavy enough to crush bone as the newly minted Marshal walked up to kneel before the King and recite his vows so quietly no one but Regis heard them.
Titus was angry at the betrayal and angrier still that he considered it betrayal in the first place. It was not that he wanted the post and felt denied, either. He was better than that. He didn't want to be Marshal, and he would have declined, protocol be damned, if Regis had offered.
No, it was that Regis was supposed to be better.
Regis was supposed to be fair and smart and sly and cunning and better. He wasn't supposed to be seduced by a young, pretty face, because that was all Cor was - this became even more obvious, the more Titus tried to dig and find out who this mysterious, taciturn stranger was. Pale skin and pale eyes and no name and no history. He was a ghost, an empty husk of nothing of importance. Except every so often, the King would hold a grandiose ceremony, and summon his Marshal to bow before him and whisper his loyalty only to him, and then Cor would raise up, pretty face and all, holder of another impossibly important title.
It would be one thing, of course, if Cor did use his power - military and political and economic: he was master of the Crownsguard and landlord of Insomnia and keeper of who knew how many vows, he had power beyond compare - but he did not. He wasn't cunning or sly or terribly interesting, the way Regis was: Titus knew, he'd made an effort to approach the apparition more than once, to try and crack through his facade.
In the end, Titus was left with a bitter pill to swallow: Cor was a young - distressingly young, clean shaven and clearly not fully grown - vapid idiot that Regis kept around for reasons Titus refused to consider in depth, lest he abandoned his post in disgust. (But he couldn't, because he was doing good, he was making a difference, he was granted power of his own, to use at his own discretion, and unlike Cor, he knew the measure of his own worth.) And deep in his gut, with every new title, with every new secret smile shared between King and Marshal, with every new secret betrayal he couldn't quite define, Titus seethed and refused to acknowledge why.
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sylleblosscm · 2 years
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This meme but it’s Luna learning to swear by listening to Clarus, and Regis being absolutely, utterly a f f r o n t e d.
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grey-eyed-menace · 2 years
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With hope so fragile, so quiet and scared, that it's already long shattered. The pieces digging into her soft heart like fiberglass, hurting, aching, Uri doesn't want to take his hand.
She doesn't, but his hand is still held out, and his smile is so heartbreakingly gentle, so sincere, that Urisha can't help but grab onto it, with both of her hands, and squeeze, stumbling forward with wide eyes.
And, for the first time that she can really remember, someone catches her, pressing her close to their chest, arms wound tight, as though afraid she'd disappear, lips against her temple, and they whisper comfort into her ear with little hesitation.
Uri buries her nose in the crook of his neck, shoulders shaking as the first sob begins to make it's way out of her throat. Ugly and sharp, it's more a wail than anything else, but still... It's hers.
It's the first moment of the rest of her life, a new beginning, but, for the first hour or so, it feels so unbelievably unbearable that all Uri can bring herself to do is cry.
Hope has never felt so unimaginably painful before, and, she wonders, quietly, if this means she was ever really meant for it.
If it meant something as flawed and ugly as her deserved to exist, if something as beautiful as even hope could scare her into submission.
[Uri remembers the first, and only, time she went to her mother for anything resembling comfort, she remembers the pain it brought, the despair, the fear.
She remembers the burn of alcohol on the woman's breath, the dig of her nails, the venom in her voice. Uri remembers it as the only time the woman called her anything other than 'Girl' or 'Darling Urisha'.
She remembers the tears, hot and ugly that pricked her eyes after everything was said, after everything Alara told her, after being told she was nothing.
...Uri doesn't have many more memories of her mother after that incident, she doesn't think she'd want more if she's honest.]
(Uri loved Azazel as a child, so frighteningly innocent in her admiration and want to remain by his side.
Azazel had treated her more like a particularly amusing puppy, she realized now, and when she stopped amusing him he threw her to the side, uninterested in playing the father figure to a little girl who's only real achievement was being able to jury-rig rudimentary spells.)
{Uri thinks she might have been some sort of suicidal the first time she tried to kill Vali, tried to strangle him because he had made one too many tactless comments about how her sister put up more of a fight than she probably ever had.
She remembers tackling him to the ground, she remembers screaming and kicking, biting and scratching.
She remembers being thrown into the adjacent wall hard enough to leave an indent, she remembers diving for his throat not long after.
More than anything, Uri remembers that Vali's the only person who's never called her anything other than Uri, she also knows she's probably one of the only people who's wanted his head on a silver platter for anything other his title as Albion's champion.
Uri thinks she would have hated him for the simple fact that his mother loved him.}
"You can stay here for as long as you want," Nero offers, softly, fingers running through her hair with obvious affection, "for as long as you need, you don't have to hide, we won't hurt you."
Uri can only latch on tighter, bury herself deeper in his embrace as he quietly mumbles soothing words, sobs still wracking her small frame.
It doesn't escape her that he hasn't offered her a place in his Peerage, he's offering her genuine protection, an official education, something...
Maybe a family?
She... doesn't know how that works. Family. Not really.
Alara was a shit mother, always more obsessed with her status as the mother of the bastard Mammon, the useless little girl who hadn't brought her the protection and riches that her visions that said she would. The useless drunk of a Seer who hit and verbally tore apart little girls whenever she didn't get something she wanted.
Evectus was completely absent, wholed up in some mansion in the Underworld swearing beyond all reason that she deserved to have her head mounted on a pike for simply being born to a woman who was crazy enough to fuck him.
Azazel was interested in playing the role of a father for all of seven months before he found her rivalry, (Vali's childish want), with his actual investment more amusing. His words always lilted towards his own benefit, treating her more like a brainless puppy than someone with an actual self-worth beyond 'Please Love Me!' and all the bullshit that entailed.
Vali wanted just as many things from her as others, but his were always more personal, more hard-headed, less obvious, Vali wanted such childish things from her, such childish little things that... Uri sometimes, could entertain the idea of looking up to him as an older brother. Could sometimes allow herself to indulge in those childish wants when they still just... wants of a child, the bone crushing hugs, the assurance that someone cared about him beyond his status as a Longinus user, sleeping with someone who wouldn't leave as soon as morning came, who wouldn't use him for Albion.
[Uri could never quite bring herself to believe in things about people loving her beyond what she could bring to the table, could never quite find it in herself to look Vali in eye after one to many truths had been revealed.]
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And this is where I ran out of ideas!
#You love that poor girl. Either confess or I will resort to SHENANIGANS.#High School DXD#Highschool DXD#DXD#Regi Semper Fidelis#Stolas Peerage#Urisha Mammon#Nero Stolas#DXD Azazel#Vali Lucifer#Hyoudou Issei#Uri and Vali have a Thing.#Word to the wise kids. Don't engage in Comfort Sex when you're an emotionally vulnerable teenager and have an intense self-loathing.#Now times that by two and you might have an idea as to what exactly is Going On.#Surprisingly it's Issei who connects the dots first.#He. Thankfully. Doesn't push it.#Mostly because he does not have the qualifications to give the two of them the therapy they desperately need over both their trauma.#Can love be mutually unrequited? Fuck if I know. Watch these two trainwrecks figure it out somehow.#Ddraig is very unhelpful because the moment the dots connect he's urging Issei to take Uri into his Harem.#Issei is not very amused. Mostly because he has human morals. And because it's VALI not Albion in the long run.#It's a whole background event.#Funnily enough. Azazel actually thinks he's the helpful party in thia mess concerning their relationship. He's not. He's REALLY not.#Mittelt is somehow the actual Wingman on Vali's side. Yeah. She's just as confused as you.#It's mostly because she's the only person in story besides her girlfriend who had no actuak problems confessing?#Like. The moment it became obvious there was a mutual attraction? Yeah. They went on a date the following weekend.#Why am I rambling in the tags?#Anyway. Issei's entire Rivalry gets nipped in the bud here because he understands something no one else does about Vali.#He's human in ways people always overlook. In ways people forget. In ways others ignore. And it is beautific.#He's also the only one with the metaphorical balls to go#There's a lot of cuddling following this entire exchange. Courtesy of an incessant Mikazuki.
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*Regis lecturing about how you can't just unalive people you don't like, in the background*
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feed the rich and kill the poor.
turn out the lights and just ignore what’s going on outside.
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lyomeii · 1 year
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always being here since the beginning
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-> warnings: yandere themes, obsession, manipulation and stuff related
-> request by Mizuki on quotev! Hi, could you do a one shot of Regis Adri Floyen, with a sweetheart who has always taken care of Jubelian since she was a child and was like a mother to her? Thank you, I love your writing kisses from Brazil
-> a/n: I like this type of drama, and it’s sweet to see that people from my country love my works :) so hope you enjoy this one!
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-> after his wife died and jubelian began fearing him, you stood up and become a parental figure when he couldn’t. From afar, he watched you act like a mother to his daughter when he was to busy with his work and the many times he caught you giving sweets before dinner, those moments were his favorite to watch from afar.
-> jubelian grown into a gorgeous and respectful woman due to your influence in her life, Regis admit that with your shame, but he feels jealous how closer you and jubelian are closer to each other. Even with him act cold to protect her and interact not as much he desired to, he wishes to know why his daughter often question you if you are going to leave the dukedom, why would you leave? Isn’t this enough for you?
-> that day might be coming, he knows, you are a young lady with a proper future and don’t need to stay in the dukedom, however he is too selfish to let you go away from this place. Regis knows if that ever happens, the air of the manor will become depressing as it was when his wife died.
-> he can’t let that happen, regis have enough power to hold you in his territory and to make your suitors leaves you in a blink of eyes. Poor you can’t even leave your job now, since your parents no longer support you and you don’t know why! Could be that move away without letting you know? Or they just kicked you out of the family? You will never know.
-> struck inside the dukedom as Jubelian babysitter is interested, she is already a young lady who knows to take of herself, so there isn’t much what to do… if you don’t count those times where her father approaches you during your day.
-> began with little talks with commonly topics such as the weather, lasts trends in fashion, Jubelian’s love, general conversations that you shared with your boss, nothing that you considers to be special, unlike him, regis believes that he is getting closer to met you with every words you two exchange.
-> leading to this small talks into full conversation that takes hours to finish and he slowly learn more about you, your life and how you were abandoned by your parents ( while pretending that he wasn’t the main reason to do so). the tears dropping from your eyes were quickly cleaned by him, gaining a sweet smile from yours, another reason to be in love with you.
-> that way, he slowly made you fall in love with him. his little touches, sweet words and gifts convince you to stay at his side as the new duchess and official mother of Jubelian, can’t you really believe it? You now have the love of your life at your side with a perfect daughter like her.
-> how happy he is knowing that you are never leaving him side.
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@lyomeii stuff || don’t repost
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verslxt · 1 year
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how they found out you guys were dating ~ north star boys
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oliver moy ♡
this boy let it slip
"hehe yea about that, i do actually have a girlfriend"
god you were so mad
you stopped talking to him for about 3ish days
he was so so so sorry
you forgave him after he gave you some really shaky legs
sebastian moy ♡
you let it slip
"yea sebastian moy asked me out and i said yes-fuck"
you realized you fucked up so fast
you were so damn sorry
sebastian didn't care tbh
he was just happy it was out
ryan nguyen ♡
you let it slip by wearing his earring for a photo shoot (y'all know the one earring that he wears the one with the pearls and the butterflies? yea it was that one)
this boy did not give two fucks
he thought you looked even more amazing in the photos with his earring on it let everyone know you were his
he could finally give you a birthday post with out making it look weird
him giving a random girl a birthday post?
this mfer was happy you let that shit slip
justin phan ♡
his dumbass let it slip
"yea i met this girl y/n, she can take soju like a champ. i really love her-damn it"
you didn't really care
you damn well knew his dumbass would let it slip
you could finally post him on his birthday
justin was so sorry this poor boy felt so damn bad
kane ratan ♡
you let it slip
ya see you got a necklace that had kane's initals on it. KR
you showed it on your insta live and you knew you fucked up in that moment
"so i got a new necklace. its of my boyfriend kanes intial-fuck!"
you have never ended a live so fast
kane did not give two fucks
regie macalino ♡
never in your life did you think that your relationship would be exposed by a drunk and high regie
"heheeee i loveee my girlfriend y/nnnnn. shes so prettyyy"
god damn were you mad
you woke up to so many damn notifications
you being tagged on twitter, getting dragged on insta, and finally ship edits of you and regie
you eventually forgave him
darren liang ♡
he let it slip
you did not care
you knew he would let it slip
you couldn't give 2 fucks
you were a little bit happy he let it slip tbh
hours later sebastian posted a story of you and him cuddling
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