#SETI@Home

[duplexide]

[cyle]

electricity was a flat amount included in my rent when mining was easy, so i was mining 24/7 for months, bitcoin and dogecoin. i cashed out when the first big spike happened, made some nice pocket money. if i had held onto it, i’d be a millionaire right now, easily.

and i had a second wallet i started afterwards that i lost, and had several whole bitcoin in it. shucks.

I actually had the opportunity to get involved in the whole Bitcoin thing right at the very beginning, when it was still possible to mine non-trivial amounts of Bitcoin on a shitty desktop PC, but I decided it looked like a scam (and installed SETI@home instead – yes, cast your barbs at will!), and I've always kind of wondered whether any of those early adopters really ended up getting rich when the value of Bitcoin suddenly skyrocketed a few years later, or whether rampant fraud and the impracticality of actually cashing out Bitcoin for real money have always been sufficiently present that that was never a possibility.

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

so the story goes, i was about to whack gatekeeper bc buddy i love u but ur not my mans and i was gonna get big mad

but then mans came home

...but he had terrible ivs

so i pulled again! thinking why not what if i actually get him again!

and in that moment i learned he still loves me.

[retrocompmx]

Un día como hoy (20 de noviembre) en la tecnología

El 20 de noviembre de 1984, fue fundado el SETI, proyecto inicial que busca la existencia de vida extraterrestre, uno de los cuales usa la computación distribuida, usando ordenadores de voluntarios para usarlos como un mainframe para puntualizar, analizar y descifrar las señales captadas por radio telescopios #retrocomputingmx #steiathome

[tylrgalpins]

Film meme: [1/5] action/adventure » THE MUMMY (1999)

Thebes, City of the Living, crown jewel of Pharaoh Seti the First. Home of Imhotep, Pharaoh's high priest, keeper of the dead. Birthplace of Anck Su Namun, Pharaoh's mistress. No other man was allowed to touch her. But for their love, they were willing to risk life itself.

[romancegifs]

Thebes. City of the Living. Crown jewel of Pharaoh Seti the First. Home of Imhotep, Pharaoh's high priest, keeper of the dead. Birthplace of Anck-su-namun, Pharaoh's mistress. No other man was allowed to touch her. But for their love, they were willing to risk life itself.

THE MUMMY dir. Stephen Sommers

[marlinspirkhall]

Humans sending out signal after signal, message after message, space probes, emails, photos, light shows, intergalactic fireworks, all in the hope that they're not alone: Please reply, please reply, please reply, ple–

Aliens, screeching across the universe in a brand new FTL ship: CAN YOU SHUT UP? WE GOT YOUR FIRST ONE THOUSAND MESSAGES, DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND HOW BIG SPACE IS?

Humans: oh my goooooosh, hi

Humans: Did you invent faster than light travel just for us? 🥺

Aliens: NO!!!

SETI: Radio message received.

Radio message: We are receiving you. We have decided to answer you in your own language, and–

SETI: New radio message received.

Aliens: Oh no.

Radio message: We have received your previous messages pertaining to life on Earth, and have included our own data packet about life on Big Tree in return. We named our planet before we learned it was only 30% arboreal. Thank you for the golden disc, it was extremely tasty. Haha. Just kidding.

SETI: Data packet downloaded. Decrypting...

SETI: New radio message received.

Radio message: As previously stated, we are receiving your messages and your gifts. We took a photo of our planet with our own photo-capture device, as we were unhappy with the one you provided.

SETI: Data packet update: Warning: Several terrabytes of information may be corrupted.

SETI: New radio message received.

Radio message: This is the Generation Ship Tree Hollow. My designation is Captain Root-Skygazer. Our people have instructed us to fly ahead and communicate with you when we reached the thirty-year marker, as these messages are likely to reach you faster. They request that you stop broadcasting messages with the subject line: 'Oh, how woeful it is to be alone in an uncaring universe (and other similar poems)' because it frightens the children and makes our scientists deeply existential. I, personally, am partial to episodes of M star A star S star H. It has been of great interest to learn historical facts about the longest Earth conflict of your common era. I miss my home, and I am saddened that I will never see yours. This ship has a self-sustaining ecosystem of plants native to our planet, and a crew manifest of one hundred and fifty-seven. The replacement generation currently numbers one hundred and seventeen.

Radio message: Hey, Ball Of Dirt, it's Big Tree again. Lose our number, would you? There must be some other semi-evolved space aemoba you can bother. (Several words untranslateable)

Aliens: Yeah, so your answering machine is going to be like that for a while–

Humans: What was that part about a Generation Ship?

Aliens: We were hoping you could tell us that, actually. We lost contact with them after the 200 year marker.

Radio message: This is the generation ship Tree Hollow. My designation is Captain Cradleroot. Captain Root-Skygazer was my grandfather. Inspired by the speeches of your contemporary leader, Ronald Reagan, I decided to restructure the existing system here which allowed crewmembers to eat as they required. Under this new system, we award tokens to whom we feel has done the most valuable work, and they can redistribute those to the hungry if they wish. But they do not. However, I believe that [...]

Humans:

Aliens:

Humans:

Aliens: This is all your fault, by the way.

[perdvivly]

Something I’ve never seen done in fiction because I think it would probably make for a rather anticlimactic and boring narrative overall is like… So imagine we receive an alien transmission on one of the SETI satellites or whatever and at first we assume it’s a message or whatever because of course we do. But eventually we realise that no, the aliens have no idea we’re here, they’re just using radio technology for communications on their planet much the way we do on ours. And maybe we want to send a message but they’re however many hundreds or thousands of light years away that it doesn’t really matter to anything immediate if we do or not because nobody alive will live to hear an answer if there even is one, and nobody can go there because it’s too far away. So we’re just left with whatever we pick up from them. And this is mostly TV traffic. So we have these aliens that we know are out there but that we can’t get to or even meaningfully talk with, but we can watch thousands of years of the TV they broadcast as it arrives on earth and try to understand them that way. And at first this is of course super interesting. At the very minimum humanity has a brand new language isolate to translate that we’ve got a really good chance of succeeding in translating because it’s mired in tonnes and tonnes of context. But as time goes on, say another hundred years later it gets sort of old. We know some alien languages, you’ll never meet an alien but you can do a Duolingo course on them perhaps. And maybe this gets commercialised and you just get as a TV station on your home TV “the alien channel” where you just watch whatever sitcoms they were showing on their planet hundreds or thousands of years ago. It gets mundane and goes nowhere.

[jcollinswrites]

oh my god chapter fourrr

ZAIAAAA NOO

anyways the poly with zaia and ahmose is so funny and sweet omg. I love all the interactions with characters and that choice for how you can feel about killing the mercenaries! and poor ahmose my deaaar. also I’m so so curious about what the other people were doing with the crystal and just all the things that might happen in the future. your story plot is so well crafted and your characters are great to interact with! I also noticed thief MC noting that there were so many cats in the pyramid area. is it because cats used to eat the discarded organs before the embalming process for sarcophagi? just a small curious thought.

anyways I’d just like to thank you for writing this! Honestly the chapter was longer than I thought it would be, especially since it hasn’t been that long since the last update and you’re writing for like FOUR separate MC routes with different routes on TOP of that for the different RO/Sesi routes, once we enter the pyramid. basically major applause for that again!

Thank you so much!! 💕 I’m glad you liked chapter four — Zaia is having a sweet vacation in the land of confusing nightmares, but they will be back sometime in the next couple decades for sure (jk).

Your cat theory is quite funny, and it might have some merit, actually.

Most of the important organs in the embalming process were handled carefully and preserved in canopic jars. The stomach, intestines, lungs, and liver all went into canopic jars that were protected by the four sons of Horus. The heart was often embalmed separately and placed back in the body.

Fun fact, Seti I's heart was found placed on the right, and his mummy also showed signs that he was an athletic, strong man who died in his late 30's - early 40's, so historians theorize that he may have died of heart failure, and the reason they put his heart back in the right side of the chest instead of the left, was to make it work better in the afterlife.

Another fun fact, Narmer's character was partially inspired by him :)

The brain was one of the organs that was discarded though because they didn't know its purpose. They didn't think it had anything to do with consciousness — they associated the soul with the heart — so the brain was usually thrown out. It's quite possible that cats and dogs went to scavenge for them, but cats were also kept as sacred animals in most temples, necropolises, and even in homes, because they were associated with the gods.

[fanfictionstuff]

Amaimon and the Exorcist (13)

A couple people have mentioned they love Seti and he's one of their favorite OCs recently and asked if I could write Seti x reader so might get around to that.

Amaimon saying 'yes sir' at one point (not to reader) is a joke @popinavarro mentioned I should add. I work as an ESL teacher in china and for some reason my students have started saying 'yes sir' to their English teachers. (all women)

warnings: undressed characters at one point but no smut.

Recap: 

“Okay, horny idiots. You need to prepare.” Seti jumps onto the bed beside you, causing your face to flush with embarrassment; you had completely forgotten about him. “Get off of her," he snaps at Amaimon. “She needs to eat something and rest before tonight."

“Why? It’s a weak demon," Amaimon questions, still not moving from his position over you.

“What do you mean?” 

“It’s a Kormos demon. They’re weak.” 

Seti takes a seat, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Kormos? Does that mean it can be exorcised by the end of the night?"

“Yeah.”

“Amaimon, can you make yourself look slightly more human-like?” Seti questions, eyes narrowed. 

The demon king straightens, still seated on your hips. “Why?"  

Seti begins to speak slowly as if addressing an idiot. "If you eliminate the demon, _______ can return home tonight.” 

Amaimon gazes down at you. “I’ll ask Big Brother; stay here.” He effortlessly hops off the bed and slips on his shirt before retrieving a key from his pocket. 

“Get up and find something to eat,” the little fox demands as soon as the door closes behind Amaimon. “Where am I supposed to find something to eat?” you ask, sitting up and crossing your legs comfortably in the middle of the bed. Seti sits across from you, staring blankly for a few moments before responding. “You’re an adult, ______. Get up, put on your shoes, and step out of the hotel room.” 

“But Amaimon said-“ 

“And? The idiot can find you easily; he knows your scent.” 

“Oh.” 

“______, get up! It’s absurd to wait here just because that fool said to. You need to have dinner. The King of Earth doesn’t require food like you do. Let’s go!”

You raise an eyebrow at Seti’s orders. “You know, I’d wait if you asked me to…”

“Ow, stop! I’ve been bitten enough today!” you hiss, pulling your leg even closer to you. The fox had bitten your ankle. 

“I really don’t want to hear about how often that creep bites you.” 

“It’s not like that! He was biting me as a hamster.”  

“Again, I really don’t want to hear it.” 

The little fox ushers you out the door. You hope that if Amaimon decides to track you down, he will do so without causing a disturbance. Sighing, you leave the hotel and start searching for the nearest restaurant so you can quickly find something to eat. 

A few shops down from the inn, you stumble upon a cozy ramen shop, filled with the inviting aroma of simmering broth and the sound of soft chatter. You step inside, anticipating a quick and satisfying meal. As you settle at the bar, you glance down at the fox lounging comfortably beneath the bar. "Do you want anything?" you whisper to him. "Grilled chicken," he replies with a lazy flick of his tail. You nod discreetly before summoning the shop owner over to place your order.

The bowl of ramen is just sat in front of you when someone approaches from behind and wraps their arms around your shoulders. “Do I look human now?” you glance down at the arms encircling you; his claws now appear as nails, trimmed and clear. “Your hands at least look human.” He releases his grip, allowing you to turn and get a better look at his new appearance. 

“Oh wow.” 

Amaimon’s wearing a soft green forest-colored t-shirt paired with rich burgundy pants that mirror his usual style. Despite only subtle changes in his appearance, he feels strikingly different now, as if a part of him has shifted. “Do you prefer me as a human?” he asks calmly. “No, I miss the ears,” you admit, a hint of longing in your tone, as you pull him down into the seat beside you. Just then, the staff arrives to take his order. “How did you change your appearance?” you question, your fingers tracing the smooth line of his ear, searching for the familiar contours that used to be there.

“Big Brother gave this to me.” He holds up his right hand to show off a plain silver band on his left ring finger. “You look like you’re wearing a wedding ring.” You laugh.

Amaimon brings his hand to his face. “Really?” 

“Yeah, it’s even on the finger where you wear a wedding band.” You shake your head at the absurdity of it as you drop a piece of chicken to Seti.

“So, you need one?” There’s a puff of smoke, and a ring materializes in his right palm. “Give me your hand ______.”

“No.”

Seti scoffs while looking up at both of you. “What are you two idiots doing?” 

“I want _____ to put this ring on."  

“I’m not putting that ring on."  

"Why not?"  

“We’re not married."  

“So? We will be getting married soon."

Seti groans at the stupidity.

You sigh. “You don’t wear a wedding ring before marriage.” 

On the opposite side of the restaurant, an elderly man bursts into laughter, seemingly having watched the two of you the whole time. “You need to get an engagement ring first, kiddo," he says, chuckling as he enjoys a drink.

"Engagement ring?” Amaimon responds, turning his attention to the old man.

“Yup! It’s a ring with a diamond in the center. You ask her to marry you and give her the engagement ring, and then everyone will know she has a fiancé.”  

“Oh.” The demon king refocuses his attention on you. “Is that true?” 

“Yeah—wait, where are you going? You haven’t eaten.”  

“To buy a ring. Bye.”

“No!” You quickly grab him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Amaimon, sit down and eat.” You pull him back into his chair. “Give me the ring.” You sigh, leaning in slightly while taking the simple band from him and slipping it onto your finger.

“That’s the wrong finger.” 

“Amaimon, please.” 

Seti interjects, “Women wear it on that finger.” He easily lies, and the demon king readily accepts this after scrutinizing you for a moment.  

When Amaimon shifts his focus to the bowl of noodles, Seti gives you a disapproving look.

Amaimon believed that exploring the town with you was far more exciting than spending hours watching you sleep, which ultimately caused you to miss your nap. Instead, the two of you strolled through the town, with Amaimon buying a variety of random items that had no real purpose, all thanks to Mephisto’s credit card. At one point, you even had to pull him away from a jewelry store.

Seti steps in front of you, blocking your path to the gathering place where the other exorcists are congregating. He narrows his eyes, his brow furrowing with concern. "King of Earth," he says, his voice steady yet urgent, "do you know how to assist those blinded by the demon?”

“Yes.” 

“Will you help them?”

Amaimon tilts his head curiously. “Why should I help them?” 

“Because your girlfriend wants you to.” 

“You mean my queen.” Amaimon turns his attention to you. “Do you want me to help them?” 

“Yes.” 

“Why? Why do you care about random people?”

Seti speaks up for you. “Because she’s an exorcist idiot, that’s what they do. They protect people; she wants to exorcise demons and protect humans.”

“I can help you get rid of the Kormos demon, but why should I help the people who are blinded?” His tone isn’t sarcastic; he’s genuinely curious. He doesn’t know these people, and neither do you, so why should it matter?

You look at him cautiously for a moment, then gently cup his face in your hands and pull him into a kiss. When you pull away, a cute blush spreads across his cheeks. “Please.”

“Okay.”

Seti rolls his eyes, fighting the urge to say anything that might lead the king to reconsider. As annoying as Amaimon can be, it’s amusing to see him melt so easily in your hands. Seti can’t help but wonder if you truly understand just how much power you have over the king.

With Amaimon agreeing to help those blinded by the demon, the three of you quickly head to the meeting spot. Hanako spots you right away and grins widely. “_____! Hi.” Her attention shifts to Amaimon. “Oh, who’s your friend?”

“This is uh…” 

“Ambrosius.” Amaimon answers for you. 

“Are you an exorcist?” 

“No.” 

Hanako gazes at you, confusion evident in her expression. In that moment, Seti steps in, providing clarity. “He specializes in demon studies and was once trained as an exorcist. However, he was more interested in understanding demons rather than exorcising them.” Your eyes widen with admiration for Seti's quick thinking, and you can't help but wonder if he came up with this explanation on the spot.

Seti swiftly picks up on your curiosity and hops onto your shoulder. "Idiot, you’ve not even considered what to say to your parents when they meet him, have you?”

“Oh, when did you think of that?” 

The fox remains silent, leaping off your shoulder and turning away. 

Hanako smiles at Amaimon. “It’s wonderful to meet you! I’m Hanako. So, how do you two know each other?”  

“He’s my boyfriend,” you reply quickly, but Hanako continues to stare at you for an unsettlingly long moment. You don’t notice the heat rising to your cheeks until Amaimon pokes your cheek with his dull nail. Startled, you swat his hand away. “What are you doing?”  

Amaimon disregards your question, opting instead to inspect his hands. Normally, when he pokes you, there’s a slight indention, but now, he runs his thumbs over his newly transformed human nails, which are smooth and unblemished. Even as a hamster, he had claws—that he enjoyed watching press against your skin. “I don’t like this,” he comments, still inspecting his lack of claws.  

“Don’t like what?” you frown, taking his hands to inspect them yourself. “They look normal.”

“That’s the problem _______.” Seti sighs. “Stop talking, you have a job.” 

A few minutes later, the team leader strides in, her distrust of Amaimon strikingly evident. She quickly asks for his name and rank."Ambrosius Faust? I’ve never heard of you," she states, her eyes narrowing in scrutiny. However, Amaimon meets her gaze with unwavering blankness. "Okay," he replies, unruffled by her suspicion. “Faust, isn’t that the name Sir Pheles uses?” she presses for more information. "Yes," he responds with a shrug. “Why do you have his name?

Seti speaks up. “Does it even matter? There are far more pressing concerns than Ambrosius Faust. Mephisto sent him here because of his expertise; he can help you eliminate the demon with ease.” He gives the leader a look of judgment. “You should really concentrate on your responsibilities.”

Hanako’s eyes widen in disbelief while the leader’s narrow in anger; you awkwardly glance to the side. Seti clearly doesn’t care who you are; he’d probably even call out the Paladin. “Seti—”

“What?"

“Nothing.”

The team leader takes a deep breath and nods, setting aside her pride, and motions for the group to enter a nearby tent that the exorcists have prepared. Once inside, she spreads a map on the round table.

“Here’s the plan…” 

As she explains, you see Amaimon staring at the map, tilting his head like a bird watching a worm. 

“Is that… where we are going?” His pointed finger lands over an area of the map marked 'Red Zone'. 

The leader stammers, "Y-yes..." caught off guard by the sudden interruption. Silence fills the room briefly. Clearing her throat, she continues, "Anyway..." 

You should focus on the leader and her words, but Amaimon appears disinterested, shifting his gaze to your left hand. He had been observing the women adorned with wedding bands until now. Silently, he removes the ring from your finger and places it where it belongs. The leader notices Amaimon's distraction and addresses him sharply, "Mr. Faust, are you listening?”

“No.” 

“Listen!” 

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m a woman!” 

“Okay?” 

You cover his mouth and quickly think of an excuse, saying, “He saw it on a TV show. Please excuse him.”  

“Anyway, this is pointless. I can just get rid of the kormos now,” Amaimon states, tugging your hand away from his mouth. Instead of letting go, he weaves his fingers through yours.

The leader glares intensely at him. “Do you really think you can just waltz in here and manage this alone? It has harmed multiple people and has only grown more powerful because of it. Two people have already lost their lives, and—”

“So, the problem is, you’re weak," Amaimon says with a shrug. “I can handle it myself.” He pulls a lollipop from his pocket and starts to leave the tent. “You can't handle this alone! Exorcists work in teams during situations like this!” the leader calls after him, but Amaimon dismisses her with a wave. "I’m not an exorcist.” 

As Amaimon steps out of the tent, she spins around to face you, her eyes wide. “He’s going to get himself killed! You have to stop him.” You fidget awkwardly. “I’m sure he’ll be fine….” 

Moments later, a call crackled through the leader's walkie-talkie: “The kormos has appeared! It’s near a civilian!” 

You glance down at Seti fairly certain the civilian is Amaimon.

“I’ll be right there.” Before stepping out of the tent, she turns to you and Hanako. “Quickly, let’s go before anyone else gets hurt.”  

The scenario could have gone smoothly. The demon would have left at Amaimon’s command, provided everyone allowed him to handle it. However, that didn't happen. Before Amaimon had a chance to approach the demon, the exorcists burst on the scene, shouting for him to fall back and cautioning him about the impending danger. Although Amaimon could still issue commands to the demon, your appearance diverted its focus. Before the demon even registered Amaimon, it was pulled towards you instead.

“Beautiful eyes, I want them.”

You stop in your tracks; the demon isn’t as horrifying as you imagined. It appears more ghostly than monstrous—there's no clear shape, yet its presence is unmistakable. You glance at the blue-eyed girl beside you, “Hanako, I think it wants your eyes.”

You slowly take a few steps away from Hanako, but the demon trails your movements, insisting, "Give me your eyes.” 

“Seti.” The fox suddenly expands and leaps in front of you, ready to protect you. “______, step back,” he commands without glancing your way. Just as Seti and the other exorcists position themselves, another demon pounces on the first one from behind. Blood splatters as it screams in agony while the demon on top keeps its brutal attack going. Your eyes widen, Behemoth! Amaimon’s familiar ravages through the demon while Amaimon stands behind to watch, covered in the kormos’ blood.

Amaimon appears to be a mixture of amusement and slight annoyance. His golden eyes shine with excitement as they observe the brutal scene unfolding before him. While he seems to find the situation highly entertaining, there's an edge in his gaze when he watches his familiar, who is handling all the work. This isn't how Amaimon envisioned things; he would prefer to jump into the fight. But this demon is considerably weaker than others, offering less entertainment than he would like.  

You watch in shock as Amaimon stands before you, his face blank, with Behemoth already called back. Blood trickles down his arms and stains his shirt. Seti jumps onto your shoulder. “That’s what you’re in love with—a demon,” he says, his voice soft but heavy with meaning. Amaimon lifts a hand to wipe the blood from his cheek.

The leader snaps out of her stupor, shouting orders to those nearby. She instructs everyone to start cleaning up and preparing reports, then shifts her focus to Amaimon. “Get yourself cleaned up. Is the hobgoblin your familiar, Faust? I’ll need to include it in the report.”

“Yes.” 

“_______, take him to get cleaned up.”

As you step forward, you cautiously grasp Amaimon’s upper arm where there’s no blood. "Right," you say. “Let’s head back to my room. You can shower and change into some clean clothes.”

As you enter the inn, the staff is absent from the front desk. Seizing the moment, you quickly pull Amaimon down the hall to your room and shove him inside. “Amaimon, take off your clothes and put them in this bag," you command, retrieving a trash bag provided by the inn. You notice him starting to lift his shirt. “What are you doing?! Don’t undress here—head to the bathroom!" You don’t want blood to cover the room. You follow him to the bathroom, quickly collecting his discarded clothes as he removes them.

As you gather your clothes and prepare to leave, your exit is suddenly obstructed by Amaimon, who steps in front of the door. He stands before you, completely naked, his blank stare locked onto you as he tilts his head inquisitively. “Where are you going?” You force yourself to maintain eye contact, trying to suppress the warmth rising in your cheeks. “Amaimon, I need to get rid of these and get you some more clothes.” You raise the bag full of blood-stained garments. Amaimon closes the bathroom door, keeping you both in the confined space, and you step back as far as the space allows. 

Besides the obvious fact that he’s undressed, there’s still blood all over his body. You don’t want to be covered in blood too. Amaimon, indifferent to the blood, snatches the key he left on the sink to unlock the door to another bedroom. "This is my bedroom,” he says, stepping around you to reach the shower. “Leave the clothes by the door. Belial will come get them.” 

“Who?” 

“The butler.”

“Oh.” 

Amaimon steps into the shower, prompting you to quickly enter his bedroom. The first thing you notice is the scattered candy wrappers and shelves of manga on the walls. It’s a typical bedroom, seemingly unused. You tie off the bag and turn to his wardrobe to grab a set of clean clothes. Your brows raise in surprise as you open it. While the variety of clothing isn’t shocking, the abundance of green and burgundy outfits stands out. You can’t help but picture Mephisto having a similar wardrobe, likely filled with white and pink suits. 

Instead of getting him the button-up shirt and pants, you find a simple black t-shirt and comfortable pants for him to sleep in. You’re unsure if the mission is officially over; it might extend for another day or two. Plus, you’ve already paid for one night at the inn.

“I’m hanging your clothes on the rack beside the towel,” you call out to him, only able to see a blurry outline through the steam on the glass. “I’ll be waiting for you in the room.” 

About two minutes later, Amaimon steps out of the bathroom, clad only in shorts with a towel draped around his neck. As he approaches, you can see droplets of water cascading down his chest, and your cheeks begin to flush with warmth. 

Seti jumps off the bed. “No. No. _____, open the door to the town,”  Seti orders, wanting to return to True Cross campus town, far away from you and Amaimon.

You suddenly snap out of your trance. “Huh? Oh, uh, okay.” You hurriedly search around, trying to remember where you put the key that will lead Seti to his destination. After a quick moment, you find the key and promptly open the door for Seti. The fox gives you a judgmental look before stepping outside.

As the door clicks shut, Amaimon is immediately behind you, his warm chest pushing against your back as his arms encircle you. You can feel his claws lightly grazing your arm, and his damp hair brushes against your face. Water trickles from his hair onto your neck and shoulders, a clear sign that he hasn't tried to dry off.

“Amaimon,” you say, trying to squirm free for a moment, he finally allows you to turn and face him, his arms dropping to your waist. 

“Your hair is wet,” you comment, lifting the towel draped over his shoulders to blot his hair, soaking up much of the water.

As your gaze shifts from his hair to his face, a smile inevitably spreads across your lips. He returns your look with a blank expression, seemingly unfazed, yet an endearing blush colors his cheeks. "I hope you're not this easily flustered with others," you remark playfully. Amaimon subtly shakes his head. "Only with you," he confesses calmly, his fingers brushing against his flushed cheek.

“Are you sure?”

“Do you want me to test it? I’m not going to; I don’t want to.” 

You wrap your arm around his shoulders gently, inviting him in for a soft, warm kiss. After a moment, you take in the sight of his flushed face before gently pulling down the towel to cover his features. “I brought a shirt; go put it on.”

“I’m not going to do that either.” 

His sudden refusal takes you by surprise, your eyes widening. Amaimon's golden gaze meets yours with determined defiance as he raises an eyebrow almost challengingly.

You attempt to protest, but you stop when his fingers methodically trace the edge of your clothing. “It’s time for bed, ______.” His cool fingertips begin to peel away your layers with careful attention. “You have on too many clothes for us to sleep." 

He slides the heavy exorcist jacket off your shoulders; perhaps he should just make it disappear. Today, the demon seems particularly drawn to you—what if he hadn’t been here? You really need to distance yourself from this job; it's unnecessary. You don’t need the money; he can take care of you, and once the other demons see you as his queen, they won't dare touch you.

Amaimon leans in close, his lips softly brushing against yours. He gently nibbles your lower lip before slipping his tongue inside your mouth. He deepens the kiss, walking you backward until you gently bump against the bed. The demon king pauses the kiss briefly to take off your shirt and pants before pushing you onto the bed and resuming the kiss. His lips glide from yours down to your throat, gently nibbling the unblemished skin, a strong desire to leave marks building within him. He lifts his head to look into your eyes. "Can I bite you?" His question catches you off guard. “Isn’t that what you were doing?"

“No. I mean, I want to bite you.” He stresses the word, eager to sink his fangs into your throat. Your flawless skin and captivating scent are impossible to resist. "Please?”

You stare in disbelief, shaking your head. "What are you, a vampire?" His strange request to bite you catches you off guard.

"No..." 

“Will it hurt?" 

"Probably..."

“So why would I let you bite me?” you sigh 

He stares at you blankly for a moment before pouting.

You watch him pout for a moment, then roll your eyes. “You’re lucky you’re cute," you mutter. Any irritation you felt melts away as his eyes light up.

He leans down, softly brushing a stray hair behind your ear as he gently presses his lips to yours, igniting a spark of warmth. His fingers trail lightly down your arm, sending tingles across your skin, before shifting his focus to the tender area where your neck meets your shoulder on the right side. He presses his lips against the spot that’s caught his interest before running his tongue along it. “Maybe hold onto me?” Amaimon offers, his breath warm against your skin, recalling that humans can be rather sensitive.

Your fingers weave through his hair, the cool, damp strands slipping between your fingers. “Go ahead,” you murmur softly, locking your gaze with his piercing golden eyes. He responds with a hum, almost like a purr, and his lips find their way back to the tender spot on your neck. The moment he finally bites into your subtly fragrant skin, a surprising spike of pain jolts through you, making you flinch instinctively.

Amaimon quickly pulls away, concern flickering in his amber eyes as he notices your clenched jaw and the tight grip of your hand in his hair. "Too much?" he asks cautiously, an almost regretful look crossing his face.

You tighten your grip on his hair before relaxing. “No, it was more shocking.” Hearing that you’re okay, he lowers his head again, dragging his tongue along your skin and collecting the blood. “Are you sure you’re not a vampire?” you ask him as he gently sucks on your throat to draw out more blood. “I’m the King of Earth.” He nibbles at the spot again, this time with less force. 

As he pulls away and gazes down at you, you gently push a strand of hair from his eyes. “You’re so cute; I love you.” He narrows his brows. “I’m not cute. I’m the King of Earth."  

“The cute King of Earth.”

He gazes at you with a blank expression for a moment before inquiring, “Is that the reason you love me? Because you find me attractive?”

“No.” 

"Then why do you love me?” It doesn’t matter whether you love him or not, because you belong to him regardless. Still, he can’t help but feel curious about this emotion; it doesn’t make sense to him.

“Oh.” Your eyes widen at his question, and you gently push him away before sitting up. “Can you grab me a shirt? Pajamas?” You nod toward your bag. When he hands you a large white shirt, you take it and stare at him. “Could you turn around?”

“Why?” 

“So, I can take off my bra.” 

“I’ve seen you naked.” 

With a sigh, you frown and turn away from him, quickly unclipping your bra and slipping on the shirt. Amaimon promptly climbs into bed beside you, pulling you down with him and turning your head to face him. “So, why do you love me? If it’s not because you find me attractive, then what is it?”

“I do find you attractive, but that’s not the only reason. I feel drawn to you; I love your unique sense of style and your quirky traits, the way you carry yourself. I like your interests, and even if you dislike it, you tend to go into things with an open mind. You’re not afraid of Seti, and you show an interest in me.” You turn away from his gaze to look up at the ceiling instead. “I miss you when you’re not here. I don’t know much about love; I’ve never really experienced it before.” You shrug, recalling a thought that crossed your mind the first time you confessed to yourself and him that you loved him. “Maybe I don’t really love you; maybe it’s just an intense crush.” 

You miss how his eyes darken just for a moment, a flicker of something unspoken passing through them. He blinks, and that intense expression disappears before you turn back to face him. “I told you to love me.” He complains. “You don’t listen.” 

You can’t help but laugh. “Yeah, yeah, I love you.”

“Please.” 

You raise a brow. “Please what?” 

“Love only me.”

[twocupsofsugar]

The Dram

A slight redesign of one of an older design, in color this time. These are the Dram, a mammal-like sophonts from an very earth like planet. On the left is a female and the right a male. They're the closets your going to get to a "humanoid" alien in the known galaxy.

Some bits on Biology

I call them mammal like but their not like placental mammals, they're really more akin to marsupials and monotremes in that young are hatched very underdeveloped and are nurtured in a pouch. While not depicted accurately here male dram are considerably larger than their female counterparts, and are around 2x times their size on average. They're feathers are display features which are used to express mood, and in mate selection. Oh and they're also venomous, they've got two fangs in their mandibles which in ancient times they'd use on their prey. They're aren't exactly immune to their own venom, but they are resistant to it.

The average global temperature on the dram home-world is considerably cooler than earth is while they are capable of regulating their own body temperature they do terribly in temps greater than 80 degrees fahrenheit, and often find room temp uncomfortable. When working in environments of other sophonts they tend to wear refrigerated chill suits.

Some bits on Culture

Dram family structures are similar to lions, so polygamy is the norm and their societies tend to be matriarchal. Their home-world is currently in its glacial maximum stage of their ice age so the northern hemisphere is largely covered in permanent ice sheets. Due to over industrialization by nations in the south their planet is unfortunately dealing with gradual global warming. The effects of which were much more intense and immediate due to their planets larger axial tilt than that of earth, so as you can imagine they're dealing with a lot of issues as a result. They were contacted by aliens , ~20 years ago and interacting with the wider galaxy has only added to their list of political and socio-economic problems.

In terms of tech, they're a little more advanced in some aspects and behind in others but they've got a comparable tech level to 21th century humans. (so us right now!) And they've already made crewed missions to other neighboring planets in their star system.

I really like the idea of the sort of role reversal, where instead of humans getting contacted by aliens its the other way around. Like I can imagine the dram equivalent of SETI discovering human ship or message and all the shenanigans that would cause. Would be a cool story i think.

[wolfwillowisp]

Strange Answers to Sensible Questions

And Other Conversations with an Alien Lifeform

On July 16, 2007, the alien being inhabiting the form of an F-22 Raptor sent out the first message since its arrival to the Groom Lake United States Air Force testing facility. The message was an encrypted radio signal that consisted of the following words:

“YOU MAY NOW ASK”

After a moment of deliberation, the first question asked to the being was: “What is your name?” The following is a transcript of the resulting conversation.

[Begin Transcript]

6:15[Alien Lifeform]: YOU MAY NOW ASK

6:17[NASA SETI]: What is your name?

6:17[Alien Lifeform]: ULCHTAR IT MEANS TO THROW ONES OWN HEAD BACK TO THE NIGHT SKY AND YELL

6:17[Alien Lifeform]: LOUDLY

6:18[Alien Lifeform]: YOU MAY CALL ME STARSCREAM

(Note: from henceforth the ‘Alien Lifeform’ will be referred to with the name it requested to be used for it, Starscream.)

6:20[NASA SETI]: Thank you for answering our question Starscream. We believe we have already received this information, but can you tell us where you came from?

6:20[Starscream]: YES I CAN

6:21[Starscream]: I AM FROM THE PLANET CYBERTRON

6:20[NASA SETI]: Can you tell us, in astronomical units, how far Cybertron is from Earth?

(Note: attached to this message was an image file visually showing the scale of a variety of human measurements in comparison to the size of an F-22 Raptor)

6:20[Starscream]: CLASSIFIED INFORMATION.

6:21[NASA SETI]: Classified by whom?

6:21[Starscream]: CLASSIFIED INFORMATION

6:25[Starscream]:NEVERMIND NOT AS CLASSIFIED AS I THOUGHT HEAD COMMUNICATIONS OFFICER DETERMINES CLASSIFIED STATUS OF OUTGOING INFORMATION

6:26[NASA SETI]: Can you get us in contact with your communications officer?

6:27[Starscream]: HES NOT MY COMMUNICATIONS OFFICER HES THE COMMUNICATIONS OFFICER HE DOES NOT HOLD COMMAND OVER ME

6:27[Starscream]: ALSO YEAH ONE MOMENT

6:32[Starscream]: SORRY NO DICE DO YOU HAVE ANY MORE QUESTIONS

6:34[NASA SETI]: How long have you been able to speak and understand the English language, and how many earth languages can you speak?

6:35[Starscream]: LONG ENOUGH AND NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS I AM NO LONGER TAKING QUESTIONS GOODBYE

[End Transcript]

This conversation was considered revolutionary by NASA but it was chastised by the CIA for not probing for more information of the alien’s homeworld or the identity of the communications officer. On August 2, 2007, Starscream covertly contacted a member of the United States Armed Forces on staff at the Groom Lake facility by interfering with their mobile phone. It sent the man, Agent Stanley Burns, the following message:

“HI HELLO IT IS I STARSCREAM CAN YOU DO ME A FAVOR I NEED YOU TO BRING ME 50 POUNDS OF PURE ALUMINUM AND ALSO A BURGER KING BURGER PLEASE”

Agent Burns then left the compound, and was later found in Las Vegas, in the parking lot of a Burger King restaurant with fifty pounds of aluminum sheet metal slabs in the back of his vehicle, purchased from a nearby Home Depot. When questioned, Agent Burns simply replied: “The man wanted his Burger! Who was I to deny him?” Agent Burns, as well as his vehicle, fifty pounds of aluminum sheet metal and one ‘Whopper’ ordered off of the Burger King menu were escorted back to Groom Lake. The items purchased by Agent Burns were then given to Starscream, and had disappeared by the following morning. When questioned, Starscream had only one response.

“WHAT A GUY ISNT ALLOWED TO GET HUNGRY ONCE IN A WHILE? I CANT HAVE A LIRTLE SNACK?”

On August 15, 2007, at 15:10, Lockheed-Martin engineer Alex Witwicky contacted Starscream using a personal ham radio, asking it quote: “Hey uh- A friend of mine over here wanted to know, uh, are you a dude alien or a lady alien?”

Starscream’s response, given on the same radio frequency, was as follows: “Your people’s preconceptions of sex and gender are alien to my own, for I, Starscream am a genderless being with no one clear sex, but if it makes you feel better I can be a ‘dude alien’. If you want me to be.” This radio transmission was the first recorded instance of Starscream’s voice, and was described by Mr. Witwicky and his coworkers as “screechy”, “effeminate”, and “kinda really loud actually”.

On December 12, 2007, Starscream was contacted by the Ohio State University Radio Observatory, asking him on the nature of the infamous “wow!” signal, speculating that it may have been Cybertronian in origin. This was Starscream’s response:

“I DONT KNOW. THATS SCARY. IVE NEVER HEARD OF THAT”

On February 17, 2008, Starscream contacted the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration with a request for data. The following transmissions are documented below.

[Begin Transcript]

7:24[Starscream]: HI HELLO IT IS STARSCREAM I HAVE A QUESTION IS THIS THE NATIONAL OCEANIC AND ATMOSPHERIC ADMINISTRATION BECAUSE I HAVE A QUESTION FOR THEM.

7:25[NOAA]: Yes, we’re receiving you Starscream, what is it?

7:25[Starscream]: DO YOU HAVE SATELLITE AND GEOGRAPHIC MAP DATA FOR THIS PLANET’S NORTH POLE AND ARCTIC CIRCLE AND CAN YOU SEND I AM LOOKING FOR SOMETHING

(Note: after receiving the request, NOAA contacted the CIA, the USGS, and the recently formed Department of Extraterrestrial Communications in order to assess possible security risks in sending the necessary information to Starscream. This lasted until 02/20/08 at 13:04, whereupon then president George W. Bush ordered NOAA to send the files to Starscream, noting, “We want a good relationship with these ETs, we want them to be our allies.”)

13:05[Starscream]: THANK YOU VERY MUCH

[End transcript]

This then ushered in an elongated radio silence from Starscream, who only ever replied once to a radio message from a United States Air Force officer with a simple: “I’m busy. Leave me alone.”

On May 27, 2008, Starscream finally broke his radio silence and sent a single message to NOAA. “Thank you. I didn’t find what I was looking for. You did everything you could.”

[adelidae]

i FINALLY got around to drawing my beloved d&d ocs :]

JUSTICE GOLDENLIGHT (she/her) is a 19yo tiefling assassin rogue who hails from a sect of contract killers led by her father, patience. after a job gone awry, she's now in the company of people outside the sect for an extended time for the first time in her life.

JULIEN ANAIVE (she/her) aka jules is a 20yo elven war cleric who stole a holy artifact from her place of worship while running away from home and is now on the run from the high priestess who raised her (and REALLY wants her prized investment back...even if it's against her will)

SETI THE BRIGHT (she/her) aka "rainier" is a butch orc paladin of the crown in her 60s who has been falsely accused of murdering her emperor. now in exile, she is on a quest to prove her innocence by finding the true killer so she can reunite with her beloved wife, one of the nation's princesses.

ISAAC ASTOR (he/him?) is a half-elf arcane trickster rogue in his late 20s with a smart mouth and a penchant for dying. yet somehow he can't stay dead. after a botched experiment with forbidden magics, something just won't let him die. and that something wants things from him...

[angara-mfrp]

Wow, has it actually been another year already? Apparently so! And as such, we are now bringing you yet another ADZ Wrapped! For those of you who have been here since last year, you know the drill. For those of you who haven't, well...it's exactly what it sounds like!

This post is so long this year compared to last year that we need a readmore. Under the cut we go!

Our biggest change was probably the addition of three new mods: Vega (Mod Budgie), Laur (Mod Quoll), and Nox (Mod Magpie)! The need for new personnel just speaks to the success and growth of the group, and we thank you all for our chance to grow. And haven't they just done a fantastic job?

Next, raw data! Including the mod team, we are now up to 108 muns and a whopping 253 muses! That is far bigger than we ever could have imagined. Our largest Direction was Center, with 73 muses! Just behind it was North with 58, South with 46, West with 39, and then East with 36! To put things in perspective, our biggest Direction last year had 30 muses, and our smallest had only 6. Of course, Direction size doesn't necessarily indicate popularity. South Advocate Mikaves Bell, written by Owl, has been actively pursued by at least three different guys this year! North Advocate Vera Graves also seems to have some admirers lurking about, though the only one to have actively made a move is Randy Orlando, written by Sety! Poor guy, you tried so hard...

Our member base has also made a lot of progress in their Wave resistance! While we do have quite a few new arrivals, with 111 muses at Rank 0, we have 58 muses at Rank 1, 43 muses at Rank 2, 16 muses at Rank 3, 11 muses at Rank 4, and 14 muses at Rank 5! We'd also like to shout those who have managed to hit Rank 5 just this year: Arcade with Alcryst, Sami with Dan Heng, Katie with Hesperia Doshin, Lizard with Julian Zenith, Hansie with Kris Dreemurr, Lemon with Agent Eight, Crea with Nathrae Amatista, Soren with Neuvillette, and Mocha with Yusei Null! (I, Addison, also managed to hit Rank 5 with Musiea and Ronan Muir but y'all know I work from home. My ass does NOT need celebrating.)

While the majority of muses (200, to be exact) are 18 years or older, we did have quite a few young muses this year! 37 of our current muses are 17 years old or younger. And though they are small in number, the kids and teens have made quite an impact on the community! We've also seen a lot of Path development. Idealist continues to be the largest at 46, while Passive, Intellectual, and Opportunist all tied for the next place at 19 muses. Cynic is just behind them at 18 muses, then Contrarian at 14 muses. We have just one Dissenter, and that is Primrose Ossler, written by Oz! Currently, the Tormentor count is at 0...phew!

As far as things within the server, ADZ grew so much that we needed to add 3 more permanent IC channels, with 3 corresponding OOC channels! We've had a total of 479 drabbles and threads submitted! There have been 149 IC deaths, much to Vera's dismay. The fastest death was N, written by Edel, whose robot body just couldn't handle being in the lake! While humor is subjective, the mods found that Heavy Weapons Guy, written by Fish, had the funniest death. He was mistaken for a prop during the talent contest and killed by Spy, which led to an IC reenactment of the ever iconic "Heavy is dead" video! The golden pan incident was also suggested. We were also very chatty, with around 330,000 IC messages being sent this year!

This year has led to a lot of progress with lore and events. While Yden and its Cache were technically revealed in very late 2023, people didn't start going to Yden until this year! We also ventured out to Oure, a Cache in need of desperate help, which has now put power back into the hands of its people. We've had one exploration quest this year, to the Cursed Ruins outside of Yden, which revealed some secrets of the past and the debut of the mysterious "lifeblood of the planet"! Spooky...we also had our second ever mini event, where some of the Advocates went to a banquet with the "president" of Oure to learn more about why someone sent out a message asking for help. We did have three festival events this year, First Dawn on Yden's beach, Festival of Fortune in Oure, and then the return of Seven Nights of Fright, which took place across the three locations! However, we did have quite a chonky two-parter of a lore event with Casino Morale! Everyone worked to spy and gather intel in the first part, while in the second, everyone worked together to fight off an evil woman turned tentacle monster and protect those who were affected by her rampaging. We also introduced member-run events as a means of keeping people busy and giving the mods time to make lore and festival events as great as they could possibly be. The first was EVO Outbreak, run by Birb! The second was Dreamers, run by Lizard! The third, which is ongoing, is Seeming (Un)Seelie, run by Kira, Xeno, and Chii! We're glad we decided to give you all a chance to let your creativity really shine, and we can't wait to see what you do in the future! We also had SYNC errors galore, with the most entertaining ones being either the "affected users are dumb and friendly" error, or the "affected users are now tiny" error. Of course, we aren't sitting idly by either, and we very much plan to introduce more fun events and harrowing events this year.

We've also had plenty of funny moments brought about from events and user shenanigans overall! Alfred, written by Vega, dug two holes this year. One was for the sand sculpture contest, but another was just for enrichment. Many people fell into that hole! The emu race was also a lot of fun, with emus proving just how dumb they are in the most spectacular way. Nobody was as forgiving and appreciative of her incredibly stupid emu, Adderall, as Lumera, written by Arcade, but Jiaoqiu, written by Ike, rode to victory in the second race atop an emu named after his most hated ingredient! Cephalon Ordis, written by Laur, was dragged behind his emu in his trash can drone. He hated it, but everyone else loved it!

Humor, written by Wren, attempted to start a fight with a kangaroo...how did that go, again? Genuinely cannot remember if he won or if he got his shit rocked. Vash the Stampede, written by Stan, didn't have a great time with the emu costume contest, as his participating emu decided to wake up and choose violence despite his nice costume. Hermes, written by Twin, was a true innovator in the same contest! He used his god powers to turn into an emu, but he got caught, and he and Elise Liedl, written by Soleil, were disqualified. Of course, nobody suffered quite like Cecil, written by Max, during the maze race. When 56 relic frogs get loose in the maze, you cannot dawdle! Poor Cecil had to face all of that goo in a truly harrowing scene that was, unfortunately, televised.

This year also brought about our biggest drop day ever (maybe aside from when we opened), as well as expansions to all of the residential areas within the Angara Cache! We also revamped the quest and mutation systems to make them even better. So much has been done that listing it all here would make this post needlessly long!

Our point in doing this is to look back on our progress, what we've learned, how we've grown, and how much fun we've all had. Even if you weren't shouted out directly, please know that we appreciate you being here and we value your membership and your place within our not-so-little-anymore group. We're thankful for all of the adventures we've had with you this year, and we hope to have many more with you in CY1025!

And, just in case you haven't been directly shouted out? Here are some highlights from our legendary moments channel.

[ash-and-books]

Rating:4/5

Book Blurb:

Galaxy Quest meets Roswell in this quirky sci-fi rom-com from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Ann Aguirre.

He's stranded. He's desperate. He's not looking for love.

Alien Tamzir Jaarn, a.k.a. Seeker, is paying the price for risking an illicit holiday on an interdicted planet. His ride off-world never showed, and he's been stranded on Earth for nearly a year. His gear is breaking down, food is becoming a problem, and if his camouflage unit fritzes, he'll wind up in a government lab.

But he's met some cool humans online, and they've invited him to the biggest space-themed convention around. Why not make memories with them while he figures out how to get home?

Space Con or bust!

She's nerdy. She's flirty. She's ready for romance.

Jennette Hammond is an endearing weirdo, voted most likely to bang an alien in high school. Her house is full of gray man collectibles, adorable tentacle monsters, and yes, in college, she volunteered for a SETI-type program. Not that she's ever had any close encounters of the sexy, alien kind. Heck, she's never even been able to convince anyone to attend Space Con.

But that's about to change. Finally, she has online friends who have agreed to go, and it will be a romp to remember—and she'll finally put a face to the name of her longtime crush, Seeker.

When alien meets adorkable, they're destined for an out-of-this-world affair…

Review:

This Space Con just got a whole lot hotter because the last thing alien loving SETI-Program girl Jennette ever thought would happen to her would be that her online best friend/crush is an actual alien and that he just might be in love with her too. Tamzier Jaarn aka Seeker is an alien who got stuck on Earth and has been stranded for nearly a year, his only comfort is the online group of humans he's befriended. Seeker hasn't told anyone who he really is but he finds himself dawn to Jenn. Jenn loves aliens and space, she even is part of an online group of friends who talk about aliens... and she just happens to have a crush on Seeker. So when the group agrees to meet iRL at Space Con Jenn can't wait to meet her online crush! Yet the closer they become Seeker is realizing that he'll have to reveal the truth... and ask himself if given the chance would he leave Earth or has he finally found a reason to stay by choice. This was a really fun Bi x Aro rep with a dash of paranormal quirky rom com. It was sweet, it was fun, the characters were all delightful. I had a fun time reading this and think it makes a great read for anyone looking for a fun cute time!

Release Date: June 17, 2025

Publication/Blog: Ash and Books (ash-and-books.tumblr.com)

*Thanks Netgalley and SOURCEBOOKS Casablanca | Sourcebooks Casablanca for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

[lunanight2012]

Im working on Chapter 10 of Maybe in Another Life. We'll be finding out what the Vinsmokes (besides Sanji) are going to do, Zoro tries to flirt, Sanji is overflooded with emotions, and more!

But seriously. Ive been getting this story True Luna: Regected By My Fated Mate story for most of this week. Its a wolf type story. They have an alpha king blah blah blah. All i can think about is Sanji being a rogue having escaped from his home kingdom and ending up in Zoro’s kingdom where Zoro rules and they find out theyre fated but Zoro is planning on taking someone (idk tashigi or hiyori or even someone else female, for the sake of what ive seen) to be his chosen mate so he rejects sanji....

The True Luna seties is 6 books and i am dying to read them now. Like i obviously need book 1 first but yea. Kinda gives me abo vibs, (probs cuz the Beta is the protector of the Alpha & Luna.)