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Valentine 💝 day

Who cares and who doesn't?

I made mini petit fours and a lavender sparkling ✨️ soda,

Galentines was fun!

Hello! Thank you for sending in an ask! I hope you had a fantastic Valentine’s Day! Lavender sparkling soda and petit fours sound delicious! I’ve never tried petit fours but I googled them and they look SO GOOD! This was fun to write so thanks again for sending in this ask!

Apollo

Valentine’s Day is Apollo’s absolute favorite holiday, and not because of the chocolates or the romantic atmosphere—but because it gives him the perfect excuse to smother you with affection all day long! From the moment he wakes up, he’s already planning how to make every second as love-filled as possible. Expect to be greeted with an excited hug, his arms wrapped tightly around you as he nuzzles into your neck, whining about how he doesn’t want to let go.

He insists on going out for a date—something fun and exciting, just like him. Whether it’s a carnival, an arcade, or even a spontaneous road trip, he wants to see you laugh, hold your hand, and steal quick kisses whenever he gets the chance. He buys you heart-shaped treats, grinning as he feeds you bites, and absolutely dotes on you like you're the most precious thing in the world.

But Apollo’s favorite part of the day comes in the evening when he finally gets you all to himself. He drags you into his bed, wrapping himself around you like a human blanket, humming happily. His warmth is almost overwhelming, but there’s no escape—he won’t let you go, not even for a second. He peppers your face with kisses, murmuring sweet words about how much he loves you, how lucky he is to have you, and how he wishes every day could be just like this.

Soren

Soren isn’t particularly sentimental about Valentine’s Day, but there is one thing he absolutely adores about it—the perfect excuse to dress you up exactly how he wants. The moment he gets you alone, he’s already dragging you to his room, eyes sparkling with excitement as he rummages through his collection of clothes, carefully picking out the perfect outfit just for you.

“You have to look cute today,” he insists, his tone leaving no room for argument. “No, not just cute—perfect.”

He takes his time, fussing over every little detail, making sure everything is just right. He adjusts the fabric, smooths out wrinkles, humming softly as he works. The way his fingers brush against your skin is gentle, almost reverent, as if he’s handling something far too precious for this world.

Once he’s finished, he steps back, eyes gleaming with admiration. “Ahh, see? So adorable.” He claps his hands together, absolutely beaming. But just as you think you’re finally free, his arms snake around your waist, pulling you close. “Too cute. I don’t think I want to share you with anyone today.”

Soren has no intention of letting anyone else see you like this. No, this is for his eyes only. If anyone else were to see how stunning you looked, he might just get jealous—and that simply won’t do. So instead of going out, he keeps you all to himself, snuggling you on his bed, running his fingers over the fabric of the outfit he chose, and admiring his handiwork with a satisfied smirk.

“Valentine’s is nice, I guess,” he muses, resting his chin on your shoulder. “But dressing you up and keeping you all to myself? That’s the best part.”

Lynx

Lynx scoffs at the mere mention of Valentine’s Day, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms as if the whole thing is beneath him. “Ugh, what a ridiculous holiday,” he huffs, acting as though the idea of romance and affection makes him sick. “All these fools running around, giving each other chocolates and flowers—it’s pathetic.”

But despite his dramatic complaints, there’s a certain expectation lingering in his gaze, a flicker of anticipation he refuses to acknowledge. Because while he claims to despise the holiday, there’s one thing he absolutely loves about it—being spoiled.

Lynx would never admit it outright, but he fully expects you to treat him like royalty. You have to bring him chocolates—the expensive kind, of course. And flowers? They better be fresh, arranged beautifully, and presented to him with proper adoration. He lounges back, pretending to be uninterested as you offer your gifts, but the way his fingers curl around the chocolates and the slight smirk tugging at his lips give him away.

“Hmph. Took you long enough,” he mutters, as if you’ve merely fulfilled an obligation. But the moment you start showering him with attention, that’s when he truly comes alive. He thrives off your praise, basking in every compliment as if it’s his divine right. He expects you to dote on him, stroke his hair, and remind him just how wonderful he is. And if you don’t? Oh, he’ll make sure you regret it.

Lynx isn’t the type to throw a tantrum, but he will sulk—dramatically. He’ll sigh loudly, shoot you irritated glares, and mutter under his breath about how *someone* clearly doesn’t appreciate him. If you still don’t catch on, he might even take more drastic measures, refusing to speak to you entirely, acting as if you’ve committed the ultimate betrayal.

But the moment you cave, giving him the attention he craves, his mood shifts instantly. He smirks, flicking his hair back as he leans into your touch. “Well, I suppose I could forgive you,” he muses, acting as though he’s doing you a favor. “Just don’t make me wait so long next time.”

Lynx may pretend to hate Valentine’s Day, but deep down, he loves every second of being treated like the king he believes himself to be.

Kaine

Kaine doesn’t really see the point of Valentine’s Day. To him, it’s just another day—no different from any other. He doesn’t care for the chocolates, the flowers, or the grand romantic gestures that seem to make everyone else so flustered. If the day passes without mention, he won’t bat an eye.

But what does amuse him? You.

The way your eyes light up at the sight of heart-shaped decorations, the way you talk about your plans, the way you go out of your way to make the day special—it’s entertaining, really. He watches with a lazy smirk, arms crossed as he listens to you ramble about how much you love the holiday. He might even tease you about it.

“What’s so great about it, huh?” he drawls, tilting his head. “You don’t need a holiday to be sweet on me, you know.”

He doesn’t get it, not really. But he finds it amusing how much you do. And if making you happy means playing along, well… maybe he’ll humor you.

He won’t go out of his way to plan anything, but if you invite him out, he won’t say no. He’ll sit back, watching as you get all excited over the little things—whether it’s a cute dessert, a romantic atmosphere, or simply holding his hand in a way that seems to mean more today than it did yesterday.

And if you try to give him a gift? He’ll raise an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “You really went through all this trouble for me?” But then, after a pause, he’ll flash you a knowing grin and lean in just a little too close. “I guess I’ll have to pay you back somehow, huh?”

Kaine may not care for Valentine’s Day itself, but seeing you happy? That’s something he can enjoy. Even if he doesn’t quite understand why it all matters so much to you, he likes the way you light up because of it. And maybe—just maybe—that’s enough to make the day worthwhile.

Nox

Nox doesn’t quite understand the importance of Valentine’s Day. To him, love and affection shouldn’t be confined to a single day—if you truly care about someone, shouldn’t you show them every day? The idea of reserving grand gestures for one specific date feels unnecessary. If he wants to protect you, to care for you, to make sure you have everything you need, he does it instinctively, without waiting for a holiday to remind him.

But despite his indifference, he isn’t one to deny you anything. If Valentine’s Day is something you want to celebrate, then he’ll indulge you without hesitation. He watches as you eagerly plan for the day, his head tilted slightly in quiet contemplation, trying to understand why it means so much to you. Even if he doesn’t share your enthusiasm, he won’t argue—if it makes you happy, that’s all that matters.

And when you tell him what you want? Consider it done. Flowers, chocolates, gifts—whatever you so much as glance at, he ensures it’s in your hands before you can even ask. Nox isn’t one for words, so he lets his actions speak for him. If a grand gesture is what you expect on this day, then he will deliver, though he sees no difference between today and any other.

However, don’t expect Nox to change his behavior drastically—he won’t suddenly become overly affectionate or shower you with poetic words of love. Instead, he remains as he always is, steadfast and unwavering, simply giving without expecting anything in return. But if you take the time to give him something, if you reach out and try to make him feel special, he won’t quite know how to respond. He’ll hold the gift carefully, staring at it for a long moment before nodding in quiet acknowledgment.

Later, when the day is over and you’ve long since fallen asleep, you might find a small note slipped under your door, written in his careful, deliberate script.

"If this day matters to you, then I will celebrate it. But my love is not for a single day—it is yours always."

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I was floating in my imagination, so don't mind if I ask?

So I'm just curious. Imagine some kind of fight between MC and Lis, and unexpectedly, MC starts to mocking them and says the most harsh words.

Like "So what? Do you think I care? No. And nobody cares. Especially about you. Like, who cares about you? Not me for sure. Why are you looking at me like that? Go cry about it, I don't know. I hope I will not see you again. You're pathetic 😂"

I know it's too brat but it's just me and my curiosity, haha 😭

Especially I'm curious about Apollo. Would he still be delusional?

Hello! Thanks for sending in an ask! This is a harsh one 😔 poor love interests WHY WOULD YOU HURT THEM LIKE THIS?! 😭 but you ask you shall receive!

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Apollo:

Apollo’s delusional tendencies make his love overwhelming and suffocating. At first, he’d deny any possibility of rejection, insisting you’re simply testing his devotion. His voice would tremble, his big eyes pooling with tears as he pleads, “You’d never say that! You love me—just like I love you. Right?”

But when reality begins to seep in, his composure cracks. He’s a mess of sobs, desperation taking over as he clings to you, muttering incoherent apologies and frantic reassurances. “What’s wrong with me? No, no—what’s wrong with you?” The words would slip out before he immediately recoils, guilt twisting his expression. “Wait—no! I didn’t mean that! I’d never—” He’d collapse into a crying fit, wrapping himself around you like a lifeline, making it nearly impossible to escape.

If you push too hard, trying to break free or outright rejecting him, Apollo’s fox demon side takes over. His body contorts grotesquely, limbs elongating into something unnatural. His once-boyish charm shifts into the unsettling elegance of his fox form—his long, snarling muzzle and glowing eyes towering over you. His voice, distorted and haunting, cuts through the air: “You’re supposed to be mine... forever.”

His desperation spirals into obsession, his logic unraveling into a chilling solution. In his twisted mind, the only way to truly keep you is to become one with you. “I can’t live without you... so I won’t. I’ll keep you with me forever,” he’d whisper, his claws trembling as he pulls you close—his fixation leading to the horrifying culmination of consuming you, ensuring you’ll never leave him again.

Soren:

Soren’s reaction to rejection is a dangerous game of manipulation and cruelty, cloaked in sweetness and charm. At first, he plays the part of the heartbroken lover, tears streaming down his face as he pulls you into his web. “You don’t want to be with me anymore? Why?” His voice is trembling, soft, almost childlike, as he gazes at you with wide, watery eyes. “Was it something I did? Tell me, and I’ll fix it. I’ll change—anything for you!”

But his act is just that—an act. If you show resistance, his sorrow twists into frustration, then cold rage. His puppy dog eyes narrow, and his tone turns venomous. “You’re so fucking annoying, you know that? I’ve given you everything. If it wasn’t for your pretty face, you’d be nothing to me!” His words cut deep, but in his mind, they’re justified—you’re his, and he’s entitled to you.

Soren’s obsession with beauty fuels his delusions. “We’re perfect together—the two most beautiful things in the world. You can’t just throw that away! I deserve someone like you. No, you’re mine.” If pleading and insults don’t work, he escalates to punishment. He thrives on control, and he’ll stop at nothing to make you understand that leaving him isn’t an option.

Soren is calculated in his cruelty, careful not to mar your face. “Don’t worry,” he coos with a sinister smile, his hand gripping your wrist tightly. “I won’t ruin that pretty little face of yours. But there are so many other ways to make you regret this.”

If you care for anyone—or anything—Soren will exploit it. He delights in breaking you emotionally, taking sadistic pleasure in your pain. Have a favorite pet? He’ll make you watch as he brutally tortures it, his eyes glinting with sick satisfaction. No attachments? Then he’ll turn his attention to you. “Let’s see how much you can handle,” he’d whisper, his tone dripping with malice as he inflicts pain, knowing he can heal you after, only to do it again.

To Soren, your suffering is proof of his control and a twisted declaration of love. He doesn’t want to lose you—not because he can’t live without you, but because he refuses to let go of something he considers his, something that matches his vision of perfection.

Xenos:

Xenos handles rejection with a calm, almost unnerving delight, as if your hatred fuels his obsession rather than deterring it. His reaction is void of tears or shouting—just a soft, unsettling smile that barely masks his excitement. “Do you want to hit me? Will that make you feel better?” he asks, tilting his head with an eager glint in his eyes. He means it. He wants you to hit him, to pour all your anger and frustration into him, knowing it only solidifies the bond he feels with you.

He thrives on the attention, no matter how twisted it is. “Go on,” he’d whisper, stepping closer, his voice dripping with amusement. “Show me how much you hate me. I don’t mind—it’s still attention, isn’t it?”

But any attempts to leave him would be met with silent, calculating measures. Xenos wouldn’t scream or lash out; instead, he’d quietly ensure that leaving was no longer an option. One moment, you’d think you’re free, but the next, you’d find yourself locked in a dark, barren room. No windows, no distractions—just you and him.

Xenos doesn’t need food or rest, and his patience is endless. He’ll bring you meals and watch as you eat, sitting across from you with that same pleased smile. He won’t leave the room for long, if at all. “I don’t need much,” he’d say, his voice casual yet laced with obsession. “Just you. That’s all I’ve ever needed.”

Your anger, your insults, even your silence don’t faze him. If anything, they amuse him. The more you fight, the more he revels in the attention. But if you try to ignore him, he’ll pout, leaning in closer with a teasing smile. “Are you done already? I thought you had more fight in you,” he’d muse, though he’s confident in one thing—you’ll break before he does.

Xenos has waited in the shadows for you for far too long to let go now. He’s a master of patience, and the longer you resist, the more satisfaction he’ll feel when you finally give in. In his mind, you don’t need to love him. You just need to be with him, and as far as he’s concerned, he’s already won.

Lynx:

Lynx would absolutely hate having his authority questioned. The very idea of you being bold enough to challenge him would leave him flustered and annoyed, though he’d do everything in his power to maintain his arrogant facade. “How *dare* you say that to me,” he’d snap, his tone sharp and biting. His usual confidence would waver just slightly, his cheeks tinged with the faintest hint of a blush—not from embarrassment, of course, but from sheer indignation. At least, that’s what he’d tell himself.

Despite his outrage, Lynx wouldn’t lay a hand on you. His harsh words and superior attitude are a mask for his insecurities, and physical violence doesn’t suit his carefully curated image. Instead, he’d resort to cutting insults and haughty dismissals, desperate to reassert his dominance in the situation. “You’re lucky I even put up with you,” he’d sneer, crossing his arms as he looks down his nose at you. “No one else would. I should’ve expected this kind of behavior from someone like you.”

Still, your boldness would secretly throw him off balance. Deep down, Lynx craves control, and your defiance would feel like a direct threat to his carefully maintained world. He’d become more demanding, more insistent that you recognize his superiority. “You should be grateful to even *be* with me,” he’d add, though his words might sound more like he’s trying to convince himself than you.

Lynx’s inability to deal with genuine emotional vulnerability would make him retreat into his usual tsundere behavior. He’d hurl insults and bark orders, but his actions would betray him—stealing glances to ensure you’re still near, subtly softening his tone when he thinks you’re upset. For all his bluster and arrogance, Lynx’s bark is far worse than his bite, and he’s desperate to maintain the illusion of control without ever risking his true feelings being exposed.

Kaine:

Kaine wouldn’t bother with tears or pleading if you dared to defy him. No, his response would be immediate and cruel, his sadism shining through without hesitation. A sharp, amused laugh would echo through the air as he tilts his head, his golden eyes glinting with malice. “Oh, you silly little mouse,” he’d mock, his voice low and smooth, dripping with condescension. “Thinking you can take on something so much bigger than you. How adorable.”

His amusement at your defiance would only fuel his twisted excitement. Kaine thrives on control, on the thrill of breaking someone piece by piece. He’d stalk toward you like a predator, each step deliberate, each word laced with venom. “Did you really think you could get away from me?” he’d say, his tone light, almost playful, though the menace lurking beneath would send chills down your spine. “You’re mine, little one. And I take what’s mine.”

Kaine wouldn’t hesitate to make you pay for your disobedience. His methods are cruel and calculated, designed to strip away your strength and replace it with fear. He’d enjoy every flinch, every scream, every tear that escapes you, his sadistic grin widening as he watches you crumble. “Oh, don’t cry now,” he’d taunt, his voice mockingly sweet. “You wanted my attention, didn’t you? Well, now you have it. Every. Last. Bit.”

Unlike Soren, Kaine wouldn’t bother healing your wounds or showing any semblance of care. Your suffering is part of the game, a reminder of his dominance. “What’s the matter? Can’t handle a little pain?” he’d chuckle darkly, crouching down to meet your tear-filled gaze. “Poor thing. Maybe next time you’ll think twice before biting off more than you can chew.”

If you dared to defy him again, Kaine would only escalate. He thrives on fear, and the more you resist, the more he enjoys breaking you down. “You’re a fighter, aren’t you?” he’d muse, tilting your chin up with a cruel smirk. “Good. I like it when they struggle—it makes it so much more satisfying when they finally break.”

For Kaine, your rebellion is nothing more than an opportunity to assert his control, to remind you exactly who you belong to. And he’d make sure you never forget it. “Go on,” he’d whisper, his voice soft and menacing as he leans in close. “Run, fight, scream—it doesn’t matter. You’ll always end up right back here. Right where you belong. With me.”

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Mc has horrible period cramps. Who's stepping up to be a personal nurse for them?

Hello! Thank you for sending in an ask! Sorry it took me so long to get around to this one College has been keeping me really busy 🥲

The first to step up for MC would undoubtedly be Nox. Out of everyone, his quiet yet unwavering sense of care and attentiveness sets him apart. It wouldn’t matter how well MC tried to hide their discomfort—Nox would notice. He always noticed. The slight furrow in their brow, the faint tension in their shoulders, or even the way their smile didn’t quite reach their eyes. Nox would instinctively know exactly what to do. The moment he sensed MC was in pain, he’d gently guide them to bed, his hands steady yet careful, ensuring they had no choice but to rest. His expression was calm and composed, but there was no mistaking the quiet determination in his eyes.

“You’re staying here,” he’d murmur softly, his voice low but firm. “I’ll handle everything else.”

From that moment on, Nox wouldn’t leave their side for long. He’d make sure they were tucked in comfortably, the blankets arranged just right, before slipping away briefly to gather supplies. Within minutes, he’d return with a heating pad to soothe their cramps, its warmth a gentle reprieve from their discomfort. He’d offer them water, tea, or anything they needed, and when they mentioned cravings, Nox would bring back every snack they could possibly want—always the exact ones they had in mind, as though he’d anticipated it all along.

If they looked even slightly restless, he wouldn’t hesitate to find ways to entertain them. Pulling a chair closer to the bed, he’d sit with his favorite book in hand. “This one,” he’d say quietly, holding it up as if it were precious. Without waiting for a response, he’d start reading, his deep, soothing voice weaving through the words like a gentle melody. His choice of stories—his favorites—were filled with tales of courage and quiet strength, perhaps unintentionally mirroring the very qualities he embodied.

And if MC started to drift off to sleep, lulled by the comfort he provided, Nox would simply remain there, his gaze fixed on them with a quiet protectiveness. To Nox, nothing else mattered more than making sure MC felt safe, cared for, and loved, even if he couldn’t say it aloud. He’d be content to spend the entire day tending to their every need, ensuring they never once felt alone in their pain.

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More art from the wonderful artist Aiko! 🥰🥰

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Hello! 👋 I commissioned Aiko (linked their TikTok at the bottom) to make these two lovely pieces of Lynx and Xenos and one of Kaine is in the making! I’m obsessed with how they turned out and how cute they are! I can’t stop looking at them! 🥰

Click here to see Aikos TikTok

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I’m excited to announce that Lynx’s Halloween costume is done and my artist absolutely knocked it out of the park again 😭 ITS SO GOOD! The detail is phenomenal! I hope you all like it just as much as I do!

If you would like to commission her check the bottom of my introduction post for her link!

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MasterList

Welcome to the MASTERLIST!

Art:

Halloween Lynx Finished Piece

Asks:

can we ask questions to your character?

how would the Love interests express their love to the MC?

Mc has a service animal or guard animal

mc had a terrible ex

what baked treat would the yanderes want if they had a choice of fruit?

what would Mc first kiss after a date with each yandere look like?

What are some fun facts from all of them?

what do the yanderes love about mc, like unique quirks or what they see?

Mc gifted them a crocheted top or scarf, who would wear them all the time?

Reactions to being bit

Reactions to being bit pt.2

The boys reaction to finding out the mc in dating someone

if Mc has a prosthetic limb

Elaboration on Nox's curse

Interactive Halloween Special(Currently Writing):

Prologue

Character Pages:

Apollo

Soren

Lynx

Xenos

Nox

Kaine

Character Ship Sheets:

Apollo

Soren

Lynx

Xenos

Nox

Kaine

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Prologue

Halloween morning greets you with a buzz of excitement that only grows as you go through your routine, savoring the anticipation of the day’s festivities. Usually, the house is alive with the energy of the six boys you share it with, filled with playful antics, laughter, and their endless chatter—especially on a day like today. You can already picture them getting into the Halloween spirit, planning costumes, sharing ghost stories, and finding ways to add a little fright to your day.

But as you reach the bottom of the stairs, an odd stillness hangs in the air. You pause, surprised by the unusual quiet. There’s no clatter of breakfast dishes, no muffled conversation drifting from the other rooms. The living room stands vacant, the kitchen empty. An uneasy feeling prickles at the back of your mind as you move further into the foyer, the silence pressing down on you like a weight. 

That’s when you see it.

In the middle of the foyer sits an unfamiliar door—completely unhinged, unattached to any wall, simply standing upright as though someone had placed it there on a whim. Its worn, wooden frame is carved with intricate patterns, faded and weathered with age. The doorknob, a cold, tarnished brass, gleams faintly in the dim morning light. You circle around it, half-expecting to see some hidden mechanism holding it in place, but there’s nothing—it’s just a door, standing alone in the center of the room.

A chill runs down your spine as you contemplate its presence, and some instinct in you whispers to stay away, warning that this door is wrong, dangerous, something not meant to be touched. But even as the thought crosses your mind, a strange pull washes over you, nudging you closer, drawing you in. It’s almost as if the door is beckoning you, inviting you forward, its silent allure impossible to resist. You step closer, curiosity overtaking caution, your hand reaching out as if of its own accord, fingertips grazing the cool brass of the doorknob.

Part of you knows you should leave it alone—that no ordinary door would be worth risking so much for—but the urge to open it is overwhelming, a strange compulsion that drowns out any sense of danger. With one last glance around the room, you take a deep breath, grasp the handle fully, and feel an odd thrill spark in your chest as you begin to turn the knob.

The moment the door creaks open, it’s as if some invisible force has been lying in wait, ready to strike. In an instant, a powerful gust rips the door wide, and before you can so much as gasp, you’re yanked forward, drawn into the darkness beyond as if a black hole has opened up on the other side. The force is relentless, pulling you deeper and deeper as a whirlwind of icy air spins around you, making you feel weightless, untethered. The speed of your descent builds with each second, and your stomach churns, twisting in knots as any sense of direction vanishes, leaving you adrift in the boundless black.

Just when you think you might be falling forever, everything stops. Your feet find solid ground beneath you, and you blink, stunned, into the light of a new, unexpected scene. You’re seated in a classroom, the kind with wooden desks and chalk-dusted blackboards, but nothing feels quite real. Students are scattered all around, filling the rows of desks, each face unfamiliar, their eyes either downcast or flicking curiously in your direction.

As you survey the room, the unsettling reality begins to sink in. Your classmates aren’t all… human. Among the rows of desks, some students appear normal enough at first glance—until you notice small, jarring details that make your stomach clench. A boy two rows down has iridescent scales glistening along his arms. Another has a pair of horns peeking out from beneath her hair, curving elegantly like those of a ram. One girl’s skin is a pale, ghostly blue, with faint, shimmering markings that pulse softly as if with a heartbeat of their own. Shadows seem to cling to a figure near the window, their form flickering slightly, as though they aren’t entirely solid. 

Each time you look, something new catches your eye, adding to the surreal quality of the scene. A set of sharp, glinting fangs here, an extra set of eyes there—tiny details that blend into the ordinary at a distance but are unmistakable up close. Your own breath quickens as you start to wonder if anyone else notices just how out of place you are.

At the front of the room, the teacher, a tall figure with an elongated face and piercing, luminescent eyes, continues lecturing as if this were the most normal class in the world. They wear a long, flowing coat adorned with symbols and geometric patterns that seem to shimmer and shift as they move. Their voice is calm, almost soothing, as they explain concepts you’ve never heard of, terms that sound both familiar and entirely foreign.

"Now, as we all know, channeling the ætheric energies requires precise concentration," they say, their gaze sweeping the room. "If your alignment wavers even slightly, you risk opening rifts that will destabilize the space around you. Just last week, we had an unfortunate incident during practical application. Mr. Thorn managed to summon a fully-formed spatial anomaly in the north hall."

Several students chuckle or shake their heads, clearly familiar with the mishap. You, on the other hand, feel a shiver run down your spine. This is nothing like the lessons you remember from back home. Concepts like “ætheric energy” and “spatial anomalies” sound like they belong in a book of dark fairy tales, not in a classroom.

Mission- Avoid suspicion and gain information about the new environment.

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Quick Question

For the Halloween special I was wondering if people wanted it to be interactive? I've seen this thing done on tumblr where people can vote for reactions or things to do for the next part and I was wondering if people would be interested in that? It would be pretty long but I think it would be fun! Or I could just start an interactive fic in general that Isn't Halloween-themed? I'll post a poll below!

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Lynx Costume Sketch version!

Hello! I’m so excited to announce that Lynx’s costume is the first one to be commissioned!

Here is the sketch once again done by the wonderful artist RitaAiriss! She is linked in my introduction post if you would like to commission her! SHE ABSOLUTELY KNOCKED IT OUT OF THE PARK! I love it so much!

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As you all can see the votes for the Halloween Costumes are in! Below are the final listings of the costumes for each character!

Xenos- Angel

Nox- Dragon

Lynx- devil/demon

Soren- Merman

Apollo- Kitsune

Kaine- Naga

Thank you everyone for voting and I’m so excited to get my artist started on working on these looks! I’ll post the sketches and the colored versions separately because I’m impatient and can’t wait for you all to see them!

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can we see the second part of the boys' reaction to a bite? Please 🥺

Hello! Thank you for sending in an ask! I've been waiting for someone to ask for a part two AND ITS FINALLY HERE!

Nox:

You were nestled against Nox in the living room, your head resting comfortably on his chest as he flipped through the pages of a worn book, its spine creased and cover slightly faded. The steady rise and fall of his breathing lulled you into a sense of warmth and ease. Nox’s gaze was glued to the book, his intense focus making it clear he was lost in its world. It was hard to tell just how many books he’d read by now—he seemed to fly through each one, devouring story after story with his silent, thoughtful focus.

Absentmindedly, your fingers traced soft, invisible patterns along his bicep, following the contours of his toned arm. You watched the muscles shift under his skin as he turned another page, and suddenly, a mischievous idea sparked in your mind. Smiling to yourself, you leaned down and gently nipped at his bicep, your teeth pressing just enough to get his attention.

For a moment, Nox froze, his entire body going still as if processing the unexpected sensation. His fingers paused on the page, and he turned slowly to look at you, a mixture of surprise and confusion in his deep, dark eyes. He met your gaze with a slightly puzzled expression, his lips parted as if he was about to ask you something but hesitated, clearly trying to make sense of what you’d just done.

After a moment, his eyebrows arched, and a faint, bemused smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Nox tilted his head, regarding you with a curious softness, as if both questioning and intrigued by your little bite. "Was that… intentional?" he asked, his voice low and almost teasing, though he couldn’t hide the faint flush creeping up his neck.

You grinned, shrugging innocently. "Maybe," you murmured, leaning up slightly to meet his gaze, which seemed to have softened even more as he studied your face. His usual stoic expression faded, replaced by something warmer, something that hinted at a deep, unspoken affection.

Without a word, Nox set his book down, carefully marking his place before his hand moved to gently cradle your face, his thumb brushing softly over your cheek. He seemed to contemplate something, his gaze tracing over you with a tenderness he rarely allowed himself to show. His silence spoke volumes, and in that quiet, shared moment, you could feel just how much your small action had affected him.

Nox’s other hand trailed down, fingers finding yours as he held your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your knuckles, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver through you. "I suppose," he murmured, a gentle smile playing at his lips, "I’ll have to remember that you like to bite."

Kaine:

Kaine was sprawled out on the couch, his head tilted back, soft breaths rising and falling in a rhythm that suggested he was deeply asleep. You paused in the doorway, watching the peaceful expression on his face—an expression rarely seen when he was awake, and an idea sparked in your mind. Grinning to yourself, you tiptoed closer, leaning down until your face was right by his. Then, with a playful glint in your eyes, you leaned in and nipped his cheek gently.

Instantly, Kaine’s eyes snapped open, their usual sharpness back in a flash. Before you could react, his hand shot out, grabbing you firmly by the arm. In one swift motion, he had you pinned against the couch, his body hovering inches above yours as his fingers tightened around your wrist. He smirked, eyes gleaming with mischief as he took in your surprise.

"Well, well," he drawled, his voice low and dripping with amusement, "someone's feeling bold today." His thumb brushed lightly over your wrist as his gaze roamed over you, taking in every detail of your expression. Leaning down, he brought his face closer to yours, his nose brushing against your cheek, his breath warm and teasing against your skin.

"My turn," he murmured, the words practically a purr as he tilted his head, letting his lips ghost over your jawline. Without any more warning, he playfully bit down just beneath your ear, making you shiver from the sudden sensation. His chuckle was dark and smooth as he pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his grin broadening at the way you tensed under his touch.

"You really thought you could sneak up on me?" Kaine teased, his fingers moving to trace down the side of your neck, lingering over your pulse. "What a mistake." His lips moved from your jaw to your collarbone, biting again, harder this time, until a sharp gasp escaped your lips. He leaned back, admiring his work, a smug smile lighting up his face.

"Now," he whispered, his voice softer but no less intense, "are we going to keep playing, or have you finally learned who’s really in control here?"

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I'm a little confused about Nox's curse, since I understood that he can't speak but in the question about how each of the boys would react to an MC asking them to sign his prosthesis, he speaks in a low voice. Could you correct me and share some information about Nox? He's one of my favorites actually.👉🏻👈🏻❤️

Hello! Thank you for sending in an ask! I'm so glad you like Nox he is such a sweetheart in his own way!

I just realized Nox's curse can be kind of confusing, so I'll elaborate on it. His curse is a part of his backstory. I don't want to give it all away, but basically, his curse limits his speech since he's all-knowing. The curse limits his speech towards warning the MC about the future and talking about any information that would mess with peoples choices. It also will limit sharing the dangers of the house and telling some things about himself. But he can speak. Does that make more sense? Let me know if it doesn't!

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Tbh I was kind of stumped with his costumes so....