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What started off as a joke, soon became a reality with inspiration from decedent flora, stemmed a world known as Arilia. In this world strives three empires: Belori, Ciravus, & Tilaren. Each empire a reference to three powerful sisters that lived some time ago, who are mere legends now…

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yo this is late but chaucer is now an idol at idol road @astralbeat if anyone is still around for that :^y and my new Twitter is @ yamanobabe i def miss everyone here hope u are all well

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so hello !!! i dont know what everyone here has been up to since cm decidedly closed down & idk what yall have done with your characters at all!! but i thought i’d like to mention that i’m trash and i’m revamping chaucer’s blog to a modern day idol type oc !!

i’m still wondering if i want to delete everything and start fresh or just revamp the blog itself and leave all my posts/pages from cm and start a new section dedicated to the idolish stuff. i do want to keep in contact with all of y’all because that’d be really swell, this community has been so chill and really fun so !!

i guess for now if you want to unfollow b/c idols arent your thing go ahead!! but also anyone who still wants to be able to interact in the future should like this post so that in case i do re-do everything and delete old posts and unfollow blogs i can come back through and easily refollow you when the process is finished !! ♥

also a reminder that i can be found @/bakagamine on twitter or @ninomiyarui here on tumblr ♪

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so hello !!! i dont know what everyone here has been up to since cm decidedly closed down & idk what yall have done with your characters at all!! but i thought i’d like to mention that i’m trash and i’m revamping chaucer’s blog to a modern day idol type oc !!

i’m still wondering if i want to delete everything and start fresh or just revamp the blog itself and leave all my posts/pages from cm and start a new section dedicated to the idolish stuff. i do want to keep in contact with all of y’all because that’d be really swell, this community has been so chill and really fun so !!

i guess for now if you want to unfollow b/c idols arent your thing go ahead!! but also anyone who still wants to be able to interact in the future should like this post so that in case i do re-do everything and delete old posts and unfollow blogs i can come back through and easily refollow you when the process is finished !! ♥

also a reminder that i can be found @/bakagamine on twitter or @ninomiyarui here on tumblr ♪

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　　　Ｗｈａｔ’ｓ　ｔｈｉｓ？ Is that the feeling of someone returning ..?

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　　　Watch it buddy, he’s not too much shorter than Robin’s stubby self! Chaucer supposed he’d be taller if he hadn’t been on hormone suppressants anyhow, not that he remembered his parents being particularly tall either.

Anyway, he’s not too sure where he’s going. Even though he’s been up this neck of the woods a few times, Chaucer can’t reasonably be expected to remember where everything is, right? So, he sort of comes to a stop just off to the side of the road, before looking at Robin expectantly.

Robin smiled and nodded then grabbed his bag and threw it over his shoulder. He followed Chaucers lead off to wherever they were going. Chaucer had always been kind to Robin so he always felt at ease whenever Chaucer was around. Not to mention Chaucer was one of the few people from his home planet that was actually shorter than he was.

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　　　He wasn’t sure just when their legs became tangled beneath the blankets, but Chaucer couldn’t complain. Orion was so cute like this, grin plastered across his face, laughter bubbling past his lips... Until Orion was asleep, though, Chaucer couldn’t rest. He needed the way the other’s soft breath could lull him to sleep, and with how fidgety the knight had become, he wondered if they’d get any sleep at all tonight. The cleric could feel his chest tighten with emotion-- positive emotion --and it only continued to tighten until he laughed back at Orion, light and airy, as the other pressed soft kisses to his nose.

　Taken aback a bit at the knight’s confession, nevertheless ecstatic to hear those words come from him... Chaucer’s ears flicked and he fought his tail from slapping excitedly against the mattress, and he nibbled his lips nervously.

　　　❝　Doesn’t everyone?” He teased back, eyes closed... Chaucer wasn’t sure he could reasonably tease Orion while staring at his face. Instead, he brushed their noses together again, testing the waters, fingers running along the other’s chest until he could cup Orion’s face in his hands. It’s the only thing he can think of to convey that there really isn’t anywhere else he’d be right now, please notice that. He loves you too.

♞-; Snuggling under the covers, Orion can’t stop smiling as he looks at Chaucer, with his disheveled hair and pajamas. He scoots closer to the other until their noses just barely brush against each other, and he lets out a small giggle. He feels Chaucer’s breathing against his face, it’s warm, and he can’t help but wonder how did he get so lucky?

♞-; Moving forward, he kisses the healer’s nose before going back to his previous position on the bed, giggling like a school girl. “I love you, Chaucer.” His words are true, but to what depth did he mean them? He didn’t know, for his consciousness urged him to sleep, but he refused, wanting to stay up with the other for as long as possible.

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Send ‘*’ to kiss my muse full on the lips.

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　　　In his time here, Chaucer had very well seen a handful of atrocities that left him shaken, or filled with the desire to do what was in his power to help bring good to the people around him. For someone who lacked too much physical prowess, it was only fair that he overflowed with other means of assistance, and Chaucer found himself seeking to heal people daily; regardless of status or location, unless he was busied with a job, his free time was spent wandering until he came across someone in need of support.

　Therefore, when he came upon a small group of people directing some less than positive words towards a particular individual, Chaucer couldn’t stop himself before he’d trotted over, breaking through the insults and commanding distance between the threatening group and the individual on the receiving end of their negativity.

　　　❝　You should be ashamed to be gangin’ up on some stranger, don’t you have anything more productive to be doing?” His chest puffed up a bit, but it seemed that the few that had amassed weren’t really prepared for confrontation. When they’d dispersed with a few mutters and a final handful of insults, the cleric huffed, turning to the other individual behind him. He hoped he hadn’t stepped on someone’s pride as he did, quickly making eye contact and rubbing the back of his head.

“Ah-- I hope they didn’t cause you too much trouble, sorry... Y’kinda seemed irritated so I... couldn’t really stop myself before I jumped in.”

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     Maon sits carefully on her shoulders, nuzzling her head as she walks. Seun’s eyes stay towards the ground. Lucae was only a stop on her journey. She was not to speak to anyone, associate with anyone, or buy anything. Seun hated Lucae but it was easier to get a ride from Lucae to get to Apollion than anythign else.

    It didn’t help that people had threatened her as she arrived. She didn’t fear anyone, nor did anyone have the power to do anything. However, she was willing to admit she wanted someone to test her temper. She was stressed and in need of some relief.

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　　　Chaucer hummed, his tail flicking freely and curiously underneath the fabric. He brushed the dress down here and there, the soft cotton nice to feel beneath his fingertips. Well, he couldn’t say there wasn’t a breeze, but he felt pretty good. The cleric swivelled in place a bit as the stranger inspected him, before shrugging a bit. “I think I’ll have to buy a dress for myself later on, huh?” He commented.

“I never thought a dress’d be so...” He struggled for the word, refreshing? Free? He pondered a bit before finishing his statement. “Relaxing, I guess! Ah-- my name is Chaucer, now that all that mess is out of the way... It’s nice to meet you!”

  With wide-eyed interest, Zuriel watched him nimbly strip and pull on the powdery blue dress. She clapped eagerly once he finished with a twirl, seeming to have forgotten why she had even brought the dress.

  “Ehe, I just grabbed the first clean one I saw, but it looks perfect on you! It even suits your eyes~” Kind of like a curious puppy, she paced around him in wonder. Never had she seen a boy don a dress before, and now she was unsure she hadn’t - this one looked just as good as her in the dress, if not better.

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To Live On by Min Jeong Seo

“The stalks these flowers are already dried up but their blossoms are preserved and kept fresh by the medical infusion bags. The life-span of every living creature is limited.The infusion bags stand for the progress in medicine and the prolongation of human life.They somehow carry an ambivalent message as they refer to both death and life an the same time. Both states are immanent here. To preserve the beauty of the flowers artifically with the help of the infusion bags points out man’s inclination to repress the fact having to die and to postpone death.”

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　　　The way the other slurred his name sleepily, adding such a sibilant sound to the latter syllables; Chaucer exhaled heavily out of his nose. He grunted at Orion loudly, squirming in his grip, which was surprisingly strong; not that Chaucer really had any bulk on the other boy, but he’d never really thought of himself as weak, per say.

　“You sleep like a rock, even when you just woke someone else up ‘n kicked him outta his own bed.” He muttered into Orion’s chest, not as if he had any other choice.

　　　Initially, he’d brought his hands up ready to claw his way free, but instead the cleric found himself resting them on Orion’s side. “Ya gotta get up though, it’s gotta be noon-ish by now, right?” Not that Chaucer should be anyone to chastise; had he not been so abruptly pushed from the bed he’d still be snoozing the day away. Drinking did that to him-- made him sleepy, made him clingy. He figured that was what it was, as he allowed Orion to continue clinging to him.

“Mm... Well. Should I make breakfast? Hey, don't fall back asleep!”

♞-; He was already half conscious, the grumbling in his stomach urging him to wake up, to feast upon something, but the mistress called ‘sleeping’ urged Orion to instead, stay with her. Lobster… Oh, he hadn’t had lobster in so long–his salary wouldn’t allow it. You’d think a First Knight would make more, but you’d be wrong… Oh, so wrong.

♞-; When he feels something grab him and, in turn, slam him on the ground though, the wind gets knocked out of him–an ‘oof’ escaping his lips as he opens half-lidded violet eyes. Yawning, he rubs his eyes to get a good look at the perpetrator. Oh, it was just Chaucer. He remembered them going out for a drink, and as he looked at his surroundings, he realized the two were at the cleric’s home, though that was about as much information as he knew.

♞-; Stretching, he yawns a bit before using Chaucer as a human body pillow, hugging him in his arms as he nestles his head atop the other’s silky hair. “Mmn… Morning Chaucster…”

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