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▶ EVENT.016

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The labor exchange program has come to an end. The skyway — called the DraCometae (the Comet for short) — to the Kingdom of Lyestellus is now open, allowing for an easy, scenic travel to the Drasomnis mountains. From Lunatia, one can ride a train to the snowy mountain’s base and ascend in a lift to reach the dragon kingdom.

As a result of the labor exchange program, the people of Lyestellus and Lunatia have grown closer. The people of Lunatia can expect to see more and more dragons populating the skies and hanging about the city, settling down and selling their wares.

Several days later, serene draconian songs fill the evening air as the dragons serenade their mates. On screens and devices everywhere, the King of Lystellus addresses the people of Lunatia with a straight face:

King Shiryn Lyei Drastellus XIII

Greetings, Lunatia. First of all, I would like to applaud the completion of the DraCometae Skyway and thank the Prismals and Moonblessed who made this possible. Never in my life did I think I would live to see the day our people could stand side by side with Lunatians.

That said, I would like to inform the public regarding our kind’s activity as of late. I do deeply apologize for the noise. However, please don’t be alarmed. My people are in the midst of their mating season, hence the prevalence of our dragon songs. It is how our kind expresses their readiness for a mate.

To explain to the Moonblessed: though many species require both a male and female to reproduce, dragons may reproduce regardless of physical sex. That is not to say we do not have our own mating groups. When dragons reach their maturity, you can say we develop secondary traits and designate ourselves as such: Astella, Bystella, Ostella. Hopefully, they won’t cause you much trouble.

▶ Bill & Ted’s Eggcellent Adventure
06/25 - 06/30 | top

As the songs increase in vocalization, the resonance may become harder to ignore, especially to those with exalted Sanguis traits who will be more sensitive and affected by the sounds.

A spot behind your ears gradually pulses with a strange glow regardless of whether you are a Sanguis, Cordis, or Iris, displaying one among three runes associated with the three kinds of Lystellan dragons. This rune causes the Moonblessed to exhibit urges and mating behaviors typically associated with their corresponding Lystellan dragon group.

A Astella (α): Like Astella dragons, affected Moonblessed will be on the search for a compatible Ostella Moonblessed to mate with. To attract their mate, their typical behaviors include possessively marking their mate by biting or building makeshift nests with their mate’s favorite things, and they may even develop strong voyeuristic tendencies when it comes to spotting an Ostella they desire. They will also become territorial, aggressive, and sometimes even violent against other people in an effort to lay claim to their Ostella Moonblessed and their mating habitat.

They can communicate telepathically with Ostella Moonblessed they have mated with, able to see and read all their thoughts, and will feel a deep bond with them. This bond does not come with a filter. They will also share emotions and sensations with their mates. If you feel angry, so will they. If you’re getting stabbed in an alley, chances are they feel that too!

Bystella (β) : Like Bystella dragons, affected Moonblessed will only become mildly responsive to the songs. They will feel compelled to be more affectionate than usual with other Moonblessed, regardless of what marks they have. Some Bystella Moonblessed may develop exhibitionist tendencies, wearing revealing clothing or elaborate costumes or harboring the urge to pleasure themselves repeatedly for others to watch.

If the Bystella Moonblessed successfully kiss or hug a Moonblessed, they can swap powers or talents. For example: if a Bystella Moonblessed who is proficient in fire magic kisses a singer, said Bystella will become good at singing at the expense of their magical abilities. In the same vein, the singer they kissed will lose their singing talent but gain the ability to create fireballs. What better way to bond with someone than to spend a day in their shoes? The Moonblessed can only get their original powers or talents back by kissing or hugging again or until the effects subside at the end of the month.

Ostella (Ω): Like Ostella dragons, affected Moonblessed will desire a mate — or at least someone who will give them validation. Ostella Moonblessed will gradually go into a feverish heat and release pheromones to attract such a partner. They will also sing melodies or genres unlike what they are used to, or speak in a register that can only attract and affect Astella Moonblessed, making them just as aroused or attention-starved as themselves. The longer they go without relief, the more lethargic, aroused, or clingy they will be until they are unable to suppress their primal instincts. They will only calm down once they have moonlaced with at least one Astella Moonblessed.

They can communicate telepathically with Astella Moonblessed they have mated with. For more details, please refer to the Astella section.

If you are looking for information on dragon mating, you are welcome to consult your local library or bookstore or look up fanciful nature documentaries online. Look out for questionable search results containing porn links or fake information! All effects will wear off naturally at the end of the month.

Moonblessed will also begin to find dragon eggs cropping up all over Lyestellus and Lunatia in the most peculiar places as a result of all the mass breeding. Some might be hilariously mixed in a bird’s nest. Others might find your apartment the perfect place to call home. Their shells glow vividly as they emit strange sounds that attract even more dragons to Lunatia. These dragons soon crowd the city, many of them gathering in public areas like parks, intersections, and train stations. They will be very hostile if anyone approaches the eggs, breathing fire if not delivering a few warning bites. Expect heavy traffic and large dragons sleeping on their rooftops or on your bed until their eggs hatch.

▶ This is My Hole, It Was Made for Me
06/30 | top

A sudden earthquake shocks the entire city, causing even skyscrapers to sway violently. Prismals rush to warn everyone to seek refuge under desks or in doorways as the earthquake increases in intensity. It knocks the power out, but it’s not just your building that’s lost its light. An eclipse seems to have formed in the sky, but upon raising your head, you see it is not the moon that blocks the sun. It is a giant, majestic dragon whose presence signals all dragons to lift their heads in reverence and start singing.

The giant dragon’s ballad creates a magical resonance in all Prismals and Moonblessed, telling them to call her name: Lyestella, the mother of all dragons. Lyestella has been sleeping underground since the Calamity. She is a peaceful and benevolent dragon who has now awakened to the sudden surge of Chroma from all the mating and moonlacing by Moonblessed and dragons alike. As she is newly awakened, her memories are still hazy. She will need some time to recover. For now, she is led to the nearby forests so she can rest.

As a result of Lyestella’s awakening, you can now explore the large dragon-shaped crater near the foot of Drasomnis. The crater has several ancient carvings along its stone outcroppings that are magically animated when Chroma is produced in front of them.

B A small act of moonlacing, such as a kiss or holding hands, will show the legend of Lyestella’s battle against the wrathful beast, Basti, and her sorrowful defeat. Another stone relief features the lion-faced beast of pride, Majestas, embracing his satyr lover, Lunae. When Chroma is released in front of them, the relief moves to show the two of them making love and creating small winged griffin-like beasts that begin attacking an old city en masse. There will also be statues that will crumble and fall as a result of the moving carvings, so watch out!

All interested Moonblessed are welcome to aid in excavating the city area below called Neuhr Ellysti. Tasks include collecting pottery shards or digging ancient bones of dragons and Prismals, old jewelry, and weapons. Most of which are broken beyond use and have no magical properties left. They are pretty though, and hold significant historical value for the dragons and Prismals alike. You may submit these artifacts to Lyestellus Kingdom’s museums for a generous Demichroma reward, an all-expenses-paid overnight stay at one of Lyestellus’ most luxurious hotels (featuring a romantic evening buffet), and a cute dragon plushie to gift your loved one.

If you venture deep enough into the old city, you will encounter screaming banshees and specters of the dead, eternally trapped in their final moments. Attempting to communicate with them will only result in more of their agonized screams — screams which may scramble with your hearing or may interfere with your ability to understand the common Prismal tongue. This will leave you only able to speak and understand your native language. The effects will last up to an entire day.

▶ NOTES

LYESTELLA ▶ As stated on the log, she is currently resting. Until she is in better health, she cannot be conversed with.

RUNES ▶ ICly, the type of rune that will appear on your character is random. OOCly, the rune your character will receive is up to you. Please note that these runes will not necessarily correspond with a Moonblessed’s Moonblessing! (i.e. Sanguis may end up as an Ostella, Iris may end up as Astella, etc.) Even outside of the moon cycles, there is a chance those affected by runes can have their corresponding moonblessings active during the entire event.

TELEPATHY AND MIND READING ▶ Like any other prompt, characters can opt out of this entirely if they would rather just play with mating behaviors. Please make sure everyone has consented before using these themes.

SMUT ▶ Though the main themes of the event are related to mating, you do NOT have to play out any smut if participating. Similar to optional smut themes in moonblessing traits, you may also adapt the runes to your comfort and enjoyment. For example, courting a mate may entail singing bad romance songs at them or sending them gifts instead of possessively marking them. Territorial fights may not necessarily be bloody, and instead may consist of board games or rock-paper-scissors.

MATING ▶ All characters are still sterile and will not actually be able to reproduce at all. However, if you wish to lay blank eggs that crack open to reveal beautiful Chroma flowers or a Chroma tree inside or play with the idea of pregnancy, by all means. Should your character become pregnant, they will lay a soft, round egg patterned with a floral or glassy-looking shell once it’s released on June 30th. Experiment your hearts out. This is a judgment-free zone. Yes, you may keep the flowers or trees to raise together with your partners.

▶ REMINDERS

WHAT IS THIS? ▶ Players may use the prompts in this post to make their own posts and logs for the event in the communities. This post will serve as an event directory. No RPing will take place on this post. Players may place their starters in their top-level comments and link to their posts for others to tag them there.

QUESTIONS? Questions related to this event goes to this thread in the plotting post.

HAS MY QUESTION ALREADY BEEN ANSWERED? ▶ Please read the log and previously asked questions carefully before asking any questions.

DO I HAVE TO PARTICIPATE? ▶ As always, all content is optional. You do not have to be affected by any of the prompts if you wish to opt out.

CAN I DO X? ▶ As long as you follow the game's rules, basic lore, and are mindful of people’s comfort levels, go wild!

WARNINGS/PLAYER PERMISSION ▶ Please ask for player permission before bringing up potentially sensitive subjects or triggers. Likewise, please make use of warnings and appropriate cuts.

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[A, Tiger: Lunatia, somewhere between the academy and home]
[It's not Cordis, so there shouldn't have been any problem with Outer going out to teach. And there wasn't an issue with the class itself, but...

On the way home, he feels an ache he can't explain. It grows, and grows, so much so that Tiger takes over to spare Outer the discomfort. But even he can't stay steady forever.

His legs are wobbly and he's bracing himself against a wall when you find him. It hurts his pride to say this, but...]

Please... I need you.

[B, Outer: your nest, NSFW]
[Outer's relatively easy to impress with a nest - just stick a ton of books there, and maybe some tiger plushes, and he'll be happy. Unfortunately, he's demanding in other ways.

Which is why while napping in your nest together after [handwaved] taking him once, you might be woken up by Atsushi's mouth on yours. That is, if it isn't on another part of your body.

Hi, you can sleep after you've fucked him again.]

[C, Outer: Lunatia]
[After Outer - and several others - return from their exhibition with their impaired language abilities, you can find Atsushi holding a sign.]

TRANSLATION SERVICES Need to talk to someone who you no longer have a language in common with? I'm fluent in Japanese, Chinese, and English, and speak basic French, German, Latin, and Greek. I can translate for you. Will accept handshakes in payment.

[The sign is written in Japanese, and then repeated in Chinese, English, French, German, Latin, and Greek. It's a big sign.]

[D: wildcard]
[i don't run your life hit me]

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1 | Courtship | Astella and Bystella Only
[The music instantly caught Ranpo's attention, and before he knew it, he was more or less completely wrapped up in the strange feelings and desires brought on by his new Ostella mark. He's aware enough to realize that the dragon's mating season is apparently rubbing off on them, which means he figures these strange feelings are out of a desire to find a "mate". He'll be making an effort to seek out his actual partners first, but should someone catch his eye, he stops and stands around their vicinity, singing a song softly to himself as if to subtly entice them over without approaching them directly.]

[But what is he singing? It could be a number of things. But it hardly matters when the one hearing it is an Astella, because it'll be enticing either way. But how will they entice him in turn? If they already know him, they're sure to know exactly what kind of nest he might like. If not? Well, it wouldn't hurt to ask.]

2 | Telepathic Bootycall | Previously Mated Astella Only
[Ranpo didn't mean to call out like this, but telepathy is hard to control. It's also hard to control exactly how long he has to wait between moonlacing with Astella moonblessed. After going just to a touch too long without touch, he finds himself feeling so frustrated and exhausted that he just sits down right where he is on the sidewalk and whines to nobody in particular.]

[I don't wanna walk anymore... someone carry me.]

[The message will be sent loud and clear to anyone he's moonlaced with this week who happens to be an Astella. Will they come find him? He's very needy at the moment, and perhaps just a big delirious from it all. If he's made to wait too long, they might even start feeling some of the discomfort themselves -- a desperate sort of neediness that's borderline painful.]

3 | Nestmates | Ostella and Bystella Only
--hey, fancy meeting you here!

[But who brought them here? Good question. But it seems like both of them have been gathered up by the same Astella, and are now cuddled up together in a nest of blankets and other more personalized things. For his part, Ranpo seems to have found a stash of candy. He's purring away, tail wagging behind him as he hums to himself -- he's having a good time.]

They said they were stepping out for a bit... wanna play until they get back?

4 | Lost in Translation | English/Japanese speakers only
[After a frightful encounter deep in the ruins, naturally Ranpo and whoever he was with decided to run out of there. Ranpo's had enough experiences with ghosts in this world to know they are, in fact, very real, and he'd rather not have to deal with them right now. But upon coming out, he notices something... strange.]

For Native English Speakers
...er, what was that? [He tilts his head to the side. He can understand English to some extent, but why are they suddenly speaking it? Is he going to have to try and speak back? That's not going to go well. His accent is thick, and his grammar and vocabulary fairly limited in terms of what he can reproduce.]

For Minimal Japanese Speakers
I don't know what happened, but I can't understand a word you're saying. You probably can't understand me either right now, huh? Do you speak Japanese? Because that's what I'm speaking! [And he's speaking it very very quickly?? How much of that did they actually catch? Looks like they'll have to get creative with what little vocabulary they know if they want to communicate.]

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[Astella- A]

[Something's wrong, as a strange tattoo softly glows at his neck beneath his ear: It was like the full moons again as those horns grew from his head, and those wings fought to rip through his shirt to finally rend it to tatters. But the time to care about anything else was soundly gone.

The time had come to... to sing. As he cast a suspicious gaze, trekked through Lunatia with a challenge in his eyes, all he wanted to do were three things: Stomp everyone else, sing for his mate and build what will only be the finest nest. Only good, strong, interesting nests would be filled with eggs. It was just a fact.

His wings opened as he spied a passerby. There... that person was going to be a problem. He didn't know how or why, only that they needed a message sent their way. Uh oh.

What do you do? Hide? Fight? Negotiate?]

Hey! Where the hell do you think you're goin'!?

[Astella- B]

[He wasn't sure what brought him to a certain level of satisfaction, but here he was, simply 'okay' with everyone else and focused entirely on the very next part of his mission: He needed to build a damn good nest, one sturdy for the eggs and one that would make this lucky Ostella pretty damn happy.

If your home or business had any form of small machine parts, handheld devices or any fine tea, you may find this guy climbing into a window without a care, determined to collect his prize.

If you needed it, you wouldn't have left it sittin' around, right? Yeah, exactly. Your loss.]

[Lyestella Awakens]

[The earthquake was a little too intense, even for someone who came from a country that had its fair share of them. When the power went out, Kanji was shocked into momentary nerves. What the fuck was going on, and why was everything dark out, too?

Kanji pushed open the apartment door, looking out into the hall. So much for using the network- powerloss seemed to kill those too. But... but he heard a singing. Where'd he hear it before?

His feet carried him before he could stop himself, down the stairs and toward the foyer, the front doors. Something in his mind urged him: Go outside. Go outside and see. See, and sing... speak her name...!]

Lyestella...

[Wildcard]

[Open to many other scenarios. Just hit me up at

MechaPony or RainbowDonut#5538 on discord.]

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[Option A: Ostella Blessed]

[While she was grateful they could Kingdom of Lystellus again, she had been hoping it would be without any additional issues. However, it was the end of the month and there was just a pattern of trouble that came with it. Mating season for the dragons was all well and good, but it just had to affect them too.]

[Perhaps it was time to look deeper into Moonblessed; maybe even investigate them as the root of the other beings present especially if they were going to be constantly affected by their changes too.]

[The Ω rune emblazoned on her skin would not be visible from behind her hair - transformed or not - but her outward behavior was apparent. That annoyingly familiar need that came often with her cycle now hampered her so long as she heard dragon's singing. Worse, she was listening to the melodies, trying to discern and even pick one, but she couldn't. It was making her skin itch. She needed to be somewhere, next to somebody... anybody that could help until she could figure things out.]

[Option B: Eggcellent Adventure (Closed to CR)]

[It shouldn't be possible - not here and not now.]

[Anyone who may be looking for Naoto or attempting to contact her would have difficulty.]

[Holed up at her nest, there would be reason in due time.]

[However, she might respond to individuals she knows...]

[Option C: Into the Breach/Exploring Neuhr Ellysti]

[Having witnessed Lystellus awaken, the hole she'd left behind caught her attention. Too bad this excavation needed to be underground, but she digressed and decided to go in. Plenty to see and more to uncover what with a little Chroma or moonlacing.]

[However, catching sight of specters would have her leaving, but not before being cursed to only speak Japanese. Oh well... she'd figure something out.]

[This wouldn't be permanent, right?]

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▶ A [when you're acting your age] 25th-28th

[Even being affected by one of the runes hasn't entirely changed Ferran's mind about the noisy mating displays, whether the music is serene or not. He can hear some of them even within the walls of a library, where he's trying to do research—on a number of things, not just dragon mating behaviors.]

Couldn't they have done this back home instead of here?

[He's back to accidentally injuring himself because of the unexpected fangs, too, so thanks for that, dragons. He's not entirely fond of the pointed ears or white, shining feathers around his shoulders and shoulder blades, either. That said, it's more comfortable to have them on display with a halter top than to try and shove them under his usual short sleeve shirts, and that's definitely the only reason why he's wearing one, and not the influence of anything B-shaped. Definitely.]

▶ B [you keep your distance] 26th-29th

[He's also not too happy about the dragons invading Lunatia when they also happen to breathe fire at people who approach. He's definitely suffering from some anxiety while they're acting all territorial in completely unplanned places, to say the least. He can't even take his usual path to the academy without having to plan out five different routes.

Someone could easily spot him staring down a dragon guarding their "nest" (read: road) from a good fifteen to twenty feet away. He's not going near there, but also why can't it go nest somewhere else. His eyes, already red thanks to the off-moon blessing, glow a little as he attempts to use his persuasion magic.]

Just let me through, that's all I want!

[Nothing seems to give, though. Figures.]

▶ C [have you no ambition?] 30th

[Ferran was already a bit of a history buff even before getting the chance to explore ruins, so obviously he's checking out the crater and the city underneath. He's holding his phone, taking pictures and video of almost everything he comes across.

He holds out his hand to anyone nearby after hearing about moonlacing's effect on the magical carvings.]

Here. I'll record it.

▶ D [with one foot in the past] 30th

[Deeper into the ancient city, he's wearing gloves and carefully retrieving artifacts and bones by placing them in plastic bags, or whatever the local equivalent is. Or at least he is until he bites his lip again with vampire bat fangs with an ouch and has to keep himself from bleeding on the priceless historical things. He has to hold the back of his forearm to his mouth, thanks to his gloves being so dirty from the excavation.

Ferran motions to someone nearby and points at the rusted blade he's standing over.]

Could you get that for me?

▶ E [used to breathe in clean air] 30th-1st

[He takes his all-expenses-paid vacation to Lyestellus pretty shortly after putting in the work, feeling that he deserves the luxury for a little bit after all the ruckus, among other things. He did come alone, though—which means he feels a little lonely in such an extravagant place. Any moonblessed around who seems even a little open to conversation will get a wave from him, whether in the hotel lobbies, near the buffet, or on the way to a room.]

Did you help out with the ruins, too?

▶ [wildcard]

[OOC: Open to power-swapping: Ferran has minor hypnosis/charm and item duplication powers! Let me know here or at

lumieresdedragon if you'd like to do anything else! You can check out my permissions and other info here.]

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i. network | video | open

( of course it's when she finally deigns to return to her room is she unable to actually make use of it.

she's met with eyes of warm shimmering gold and a gaze so terribly intense that despite meeting it head on, she relents and allows for the dragon that's made a mess out of her room and nested within it to stay. it's not like she was making much use out of it anyway, the dragon had probably assumed it's been abandoned which.. isn't untrue. plus, she spots a glow within its curled form, protectively shielding it away from her gaze and she has a few guesses on what it could possibly be.

either way, it seems she's not welcome in her own room -- time to find another, then.

with a sigh, the redhead opens up her device while leaning at her doorway and points the camera at the dragon that's ripped her bed and articles of clothing to shreds to make a nest out of. it seems proud of itself and part of her is too amused to really be angry, and a soft chuckle could be heard for a beat then the feed swaps over to her with that same 'what can you do' kind of smile. )

I was hoping my first appearance on this network would be a little more.. proper. First impressions and such are so important, after all. But as you likely saw, I got myself a new roommate who isn't all that keen on sharing. Imagine my surprise.

( her gaze flicks over to the dragon, and a huff off screen can be heard -- which causes her to scrunch her nose just a little. the air's a little too hot for comfort. )

Might I borrow someone's bath for now? It's all I really came back here for, anyway. Though I suppose now I'm going to need to swing by some shops to replace some parts of my wardrobe as well. As far as temporary lodging goes I'm sure I can figure something out. Any suggestions or recommendations for inns, clothing shops and such would be greatly appreciated, however.

( she's not so bold as to just ask to crash at someone's place, but she'd at least think about it if offered! saves chroma, anyway. plus? it's sure to lead to something interesting, what with the whole mating season bit happening and all. lenore doesn't seem all that bothered just yet, given that her bystella nature means that songs are less potent on the likes of her, but who knows! she's likely to get touchy and affectionate, and she's not particularly shy either even without the exhibitionist traits that come with the new mark.

so be careful inviting her into your home, if you decide to! if not: like she says, she's happy to chat about options and what the local businesses has to offer! )

ii. ashes to ashes. | open

( or perhaps she'd heard of the luxurious hotel arrangements given to those who give their time searching for artifacts, along with some other interesting little trinkets and runes and now she's among the riffraff of people scurrying around the site. the redhead hardly thinks she has the kind of expertise to be excavating this sort of thing carefully without damaging it further, but she figured it was worth looking around anyway to see what she can find. maybe she'll find something pretty to liberate for herself? who knows!

but.. doesn't it look like it's all about to fall apart?

the sound of gravel shifting and rock crumbling catches her attention, an unfortunate side effect of having heightened senses, and she peers about the area to see where it's coming from and --

she moves far faster than she was able to get the warning out, superhuman even, if they so happen to see her but not the very statue that was about to make paste out of them, and grabs whatever she could to yank them out of harms way with likely a little too much strength.

when the dust settles, she waves a hand in front of her face to clear as much as she can of it with a slight grimace, but quickly correcting herself to properly face the person she might've accidentally manhandled a little? sorry about that. if they so happen to wind up falling into her instead of catching their footing before getting to that point, she doesn't seem all that bothered by it and would even help support them in standing. even if not, she frets all the same. )

Are you quite alright? Are you hurt?

wildcard.

( hit me with an idea! either pm me or add me on ztxt and we can chat! i'll probably have some closed prompts if requested as well if the two prompts above don't work for what we had planned! or i can tag out. whichever! )

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i. the dragon

[ the song of the dragons is beautiful beyond compare. it reminds her of the radios, of the devil's voice pouring out like smoke and honey. it reminds her of jupiter and neptune and saturn, of touch and feel and laughter and tears. maybe that's what brings the feathers to her skin, warmth and light suffusing everything until all that's left is a noodle of eyes and soft down and jittery excitement.

she soars in short bursts, leaping from rooftops and powering through the sky before landing and resting and repeating the process. the whole time, she sings along with the melodies of the dragons, harmonizing in a high tenor that carries a sort of magic within it. it's beautiful. it's majestic. in her own way, she is beautiful and majestic.

except for the part where she's as bad at multitasking as she's always been. focusing on singing and proper airflow is difficult when you're flying, and this time it seems to have ended with a twenty-foot-long dragon crashlanding in front of you - provided you were lucky enough to avoid the initial screaming impact. ]

I'M SORRY?? OH MY GOD I AM SO SORRY.

ii. the devil

[ the form only lasts a day, and then she is back to the body she calls her own. at least, mostly. the faint glow behind her ears betrays her new status, even more than the light trail of pheromones her wings scatter in her wake. for the most part, she tries to handle the day normally; she heads to work, she goes shopping, she even texts a few people the same as ever. it's only the high lilt to her voice that gives away that something's up, the way she dresses just a little nicer than usual and throws her hips into her motion just a little more obviously, the way she flutters her eyes when she sees someone that registers on some level as correct for her.

and in the evening, and the night that follows, everything sort of crashes together at once. what follows are several of the most absolutely disastrous hours imaginable. she just completely faints off her feet in a convenience store. she leaves trails of texts, dozens in a row without stopping or even really making sense past a certain point. she stops people at random on the street and asks absentmindedly if they'd like to check out the club a level down, it's really great, she's only been there once but it just feels comfortable, you know?

she's probably not going to remember most of this in a few days. if she's lucky. but until then, she might as well have fun, right? ]

iii. the chosen; for serge

[ it's barely day two of this whole mess, and venus is a walking disaster zone.

she's had the presence of mind to shower and wear something nice, at least - a black dress cutting off above the knee, something that reminds her of window shopping with saturn way back in duplicity. it's about all she's had the presence of mind to do, really. shoes and socks were kicked aside indoors and forgotten. her makeup isn't trashed, but her eyeliner's absolutely seen better days. and to top it all off, someone's hit their heat hard. ostella's pheromones are declaring her presence to anyone under abstella's moon, and she has absolutely no desire to hide them. or any part of her, her wings or her eyes or her voice. why should she? who will love her if she hides away? who will look at her? who will see her?

god, she hopes someone sees her. anyone. please.

she sings sweetly in the middle of a plaza, a high tenor stretching for notes just a tiny bit too far. and when she finally catches someone looking at her - looking at her, not past her or a brief acknowledgment but a prolonged eye contact that sends thrills down her spine - she smiles, wide and relieved, and continues to sing.

the devil is lonely. the world has pushed her aside, and she misses them. she misses you.

please, look at her. ]

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▶Astella

[Restless was a really understated way of putting it.

Abel had heard the dragons singing, had seen the broadcast explaining what was happening- had even spent time pouring over what information he could find on the network to understand better what was going on, what he could do to lessen the foreign instincts that seemed to be taking over. Logically knowing about the situation did little to stop him from listening to said instincts however, and it wasn't long before he ventured out into the city, following whatever whim sounded good in the moment.

People watching, however mundane considering, seemed to attract most of his attention, whether out of simple curiosity at their behavior and their own desires indulged or a need to ensure they weren't going to bother anyone he'd begun to consider his.

Iris managed to bleed through along with this new nonsense though, helping to temper what could be more severe behavior, and he doesn't particularly feel the need to fight or be overly confrontational- but he will be idly watching what others are up to around him, offering to help choose items for purchase or to outright buy them for others in shops or restaurants in an attempt to care for them, earn a little favor. The soft glow of the Astella symbol drawn on his skin isn't really visible but he's definitely on the hunt for something.

▶out and about and vying for a little attention? he'll be having a p amused time just watching people passing by and fairly easily drawn into indulging other people's whims too
▶get a free meal and a little footsie. or grab ass. or just some conversation and company. doesn't all have to be nasty.
▶mostly out to purchase items to gift others, but he'll approach pretty much anyone that happens to be around too, recommending meals or treats to try, offering his opinion on whatever they're looking at to buy. being a sugar daddy. treat yourself 😌]

▶Excavation

[Abel liked to think he was at least a little adventurous- had to be, in a way, to leave his life behind to go out into space. But normally he tried to stay out of the seemingly regular stream of conflict that occurred in the city, still not overly confident in his ability to be of much use with his level of physical training in comparison to the feats many of the other moonblessed were capable of.

Which mostly meant that after deciding to join the exploration of the dragon shaped crater he really only vaguely recognized the images etched in stone from the news reports that had been broadcast when relevant, stories shared from others.

His communication device is out now, too, searching back through older posts, recording the moving scenes. He's mostly unbothered by physical touch at this point, willing to take a hand or move in closer to generate the chroma necessary to activate the carvings. Probably watched someone else figure out that moonlacing affected things here too and will bring it up as an option to try- or ask him, and he'll oblige.

Not paying a lot of attention though, checking back through any video recorded instead of being concerned with the sound of shifting statues. Push his nerdy dumb ass out of the way.

He won't willingly go too far while exploring the old city and helping to find half buried artifacts- hearing agonized screams was a pretty obvious indication to turn around and gtfo, not forge ahead. But if you're checking things out with him and decide to keep exploring he might follow, if only to try and persuade you to turn back around. Far enough and he'll only speak English, but please can the gtfo happen now.]

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[A. FUCK THIS SHIT]

[Iris heat is bad enough. Robotnik should know, he's dealt with it a couple of times and has been miserable the whole damn time. This? This is a million times worse. It's deeper, it's harsher, and it catches him completely off-guard.

It hits at such an inconvenient time, too, while he's out and about and not safe in his apartment with his in-process machines. But not even a genius could predict that something like this would be happening outside of the lunar cycle. It's completely illogical, pointless (as if the lunar cycle has a point!) and absolutely unnecessary. Not only that, but his skin has taken on its now-familiar translucent glow, and he knows whatever this is has triggered his moonblessing again.

Ridiculous.

Now his quest for more materials to work on things is put on hold as he finds himself content to grab on to the nearest person... and then immediately pull away in disgust like he's touched something horrible, and the drone following him around seems to have no idea what to do about it.]

That was completely unintentional.

[B. WHYYYYYY]

[Now he's just being clingy. It started out bad and just got progressively worse and while he's trying to get back to his apartment, it's taking way too long.

There are so many people around! He's zooming in on Astellas, though, voice in an almost seductive (for any given value of seductive) tone he's never used before.]

C'moooooooon, let's just get it over with, [he whines.] You have things to do, I have things to do...

[Miserable.]

[C. HOW ABOUT AN ARCHAEOLOGICAL DIG]

[Okay, all of that stupid shit is over, right? Going to look for bones and whatever the hell else sounds like a way better time than what he's been dealing with (and the lingering effects). He's up for some easy no-moonlacing-required money for robot parts after that harrowing experience.

He holds up a mystery bone triumphantly and tries not to think about everything else. The drone that follows him around scans it, and he nods.]

About time there was some good news, huh? [he says, patting the drone gently.]

[D. WILDCARD]

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i. thirsting

[The Ω rune that appeared behind Yusuke's ear was accompanied by a few inconvenient changes. Though he was familiar with Cordis's sway over him and the often endless appetite for moonlacing it brought, this new sensation, the feverish heat, was becoming too much. He'd tried to ignore it at first and continue his usual routine of artistic pursuit, exploring the mountain kingdom for fresh sources of inspiration, sometimes pausing to admire dragons as they pass overhead and sing.

Still, his aesthetic pursuits are soon abandoned as he becomes increasingly agitated, even feverish, and he's overcome by the urge to seek someone out. Whether they're a stranger or not, Prismal or Moonblessed, he'll approach and ask abruptly--]

I'm feeling exceedingly strange. Could you moonlace with me for a moment?

[Perhaps if he holds hands with someone, it will pass. Little does he realise how his plea might affect Astella Moonblessed the most, or the pheromones following wherever he goes.]

ii. nesting

[Over the following days, Yusuke has been provided with a nest full of both all the snacks he could possibly want, and beautiful things to capture his attention, from trinkets, to colourful rocks, to interesting flowers able to flourish in the harsh mountain climate. He inspects each in turn, and while not all of them might measure up to his exacting standards in beauty, the fact they've been gifted by his mates is more than enough for him.

Should anyone intrude on the nest while one of his Astellas is away, he'll survey them with an appraising look.]

Do you have something for my collection? [He might humour them if so... Emphasis on "might".] Or are you merely here to look?

iii. excavating

[Yusuke is by no means an archaeologist, but he's well aware of the role art plays in preserving history. And so he is utterly fascinated by the reliefs found in the ruins, peering closely at the carvings as though to try and figure out the tools and techniques the artist might have used in creating them.]

Come, look at this. I believe these depict the events of the Calamity.

[He puts a hand on the shoulder of the person next to him to draw their attention, brief but lingering enough that he swore he just saw a part of the relief move. He steps back, startled.]

Oh--!

iv. wildcard

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A. ASL home [For Luffy & Ace]
[ Sabo's not sure exactly where the sudden, burning urge to make sure the bed he and Ace share is the absolute pinnacle of comfort and coziness, but it's quite clear to him that it is absolutely unworthy of Ace's use in its present state. That has got to be fixed.

Spare blankets get nabbed first, and then he goes for the couch in the living room. Lots of padding on that thing, right? And it's not like anyone sleeps on the couch, so really, better they go for the perfect nest for Ace.

It's very unfortunate, then, that he's not the only Astella-aligned resident of this apartment, and not the only one with a claim to the couch cushions. Faceoff! ]

B. The hunt for nesting materials
[ Okay, so Sabo only got SOME of the couch cushions. It means he needs to go find more materials for building that perfect nest. Time to hit the shops!

Though, it seems likely he won't be the only Astella Moonblessed out looking for nesting materials to woo their mates. And Sabo's never been the most civilized sort of person, despite the impressions his wardrobe tends to give off. So the first home goods shop he finds, he's going to start grabbing madly for anything that looks good, true Black Friday style. Including yanking things out from other people's gaze if he thinks he might lose out on them. ]

Whoops, coming through! [ Yoink! You weren't about to pick up that nicely packaged blanket in warm fiery colors, were you? ]

C. At the crater
[ Sabo's never really been one for archaeology, but seeing the carvings come to life as people moonlace in front of them is fascinating. This is way better than trying to learn history out of books or dry lectures! But, of course, it wouldn't be complete without the ones that are just acting out porn for the interested audience. His face goes scarlet at that one, and he pulls the brim of his hat down to hide his eyes -- less to shield himself from the view, and more to hide the way blushing makes his scar stand out. He's just going to go look at these other carvings, okay?

But keeping the hat low and scurrying away from the display means he's not really looking where he's going. Are you? ]

Oof! [ Apparently not. ] Hey-! Uh, that's probably my bad. Sorry!

D. Neuhr Ellysti

[ He's never been one to shy away from hard work, so Sabo joins in trying to excavate the city with a will. It's something to do other than look at carvings getting it on. Especially when he hears about the rewards! Sure, he built a nice nest, but really taking care of a mate requires so much more than that. A luxurious stay at a hotel -- and a hotel with a buffet, no less? (That's a dangerous word for anyone to throw around where members of the ASL trio are concerned, walking black holes of appetite that they are.) No, he's got to get his hands on that.

If you're working at the excavation as well, you'll see Sabo there, plunging into the matter with tremendous enthusiasm, digging up as many artifacts as he can carry until he's staggering and sorting through them at a rapid pace, flinging aside anything that doesn't seem worth it to carry back for the reward. He's got a massive collection going, and not going to stop til he drops.

He just tossed aside that piece of rubbish -- did it land in the pile of things you're gathering up? Or possibly bounce off your head? Whoops, sorry not sorry. He's on a mission. ]

E. Language difficulties

[ He's going deeper and deeper into the old city, trying to get farther than the more casual artifact-seekers. Now it's the few and the brave, wandering through this ancient, dusty, place. And then the screaming starts.

Sabo is exactly the sort of dude to run toward the scary noises, not away from them. And he charges in, at first trying to save the spectral figures who are clearly suffering. But... well, they're ghosts, dude. Trying to save them gets nothing, and trying to talk to them gets him screamed at til his ears are ringing.

It takes him longer than it really should to fully get that he's just upsetting the spirits and it's really not possible to help them, and by that time... well.

If anyone tries to speak to him, he stares in blank incomprehension. ]

Hey, what are you babbling on about? Speak normally!

[ The language he speaks sounds vaguely like Japanese, for those who know it, but it is not mutually comprehensible to any form of Japanese anyone will know. ]

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Network testing. Screenname: L-B-
[ Sometime before the King of Lystellus makes his announcement, an odd text post is made to Prismagram. ]

Hello. As someone who is currently adjusting to this world's technology, i saw it fit to test the mass communications program on my device. Please respond if you received this message.

Dragons out, tits out.

[ Then the dragon songs came.

It's a little annoying, he will admit, but since he is curious and he's not sure how to search for things yet he figures he may as well start exploring the city.

There's just one problem. His clothes. More specifically, his complete lack of a shirt.

See, he looked in the mirror before he went out and thought to himself, "Why, with these beautiful Lichtenberg figures on my body, there's no sense in covering up!" It's clearly a delusion brought on by the Bystella orientation, but then again he never liked that horrid shirt the prison forced him to wear. So off it goes, as with his hairtie and gloves which were tucked away in his tool belt in case he needed them. The metal shackle locked around his neck... He couldn't remove that, not by himself, but thanks to the advent of Chromawear he was able to change it into something more fitting of a man hellbent on showing off his unique scars.

And so off into public he goes, thoroughly enjoying all the stares he was getting. About ten minutes after he leaves the apartment complex, he finds himself standing in the middle of the sidewalk with a new dilemma on his mind. ]

... Wait, why did I come out here again?

Closed to Eli Clark- 404, ability not found.
[ Eventually, Luca managed to find his way back to the apartment he ended up sharing with two other men he knew from the manor- Mr. Victor Grantz, and that seer with the owl whose name Luca forgot. He isn't exactly sure how he came to live here, but he didn't mind the company of familiar faces. Especially while he was still a Bystella moonblessed. Having someone there to hug was very good considering his affectionate urges, and that seer did seem like someone who wouldn't mind...

But that's not as important as fixing the wall console he dismantled, now is it? The machine's partly assembled on the table at the moment, so Luca decided to continue working on it while he's here.

He's been sitting at the table for an hour, and nothing was making sense.

The initial confusion quickly turned to frustration and swiftly shifted into despair. Why was nothing making sense?! He knew how to properly assemble an electrical device, so why can't he remember what any of these parts do or how they fit together?! He desperately tried to focus, to recall even the basic fundamentals of his work, but all he got were vivid scenarios related to everything but his work.

The seer will find poor Luca slumped over the table, sobbing into his crossed arms. The worst case scenario must have come to pass. ]

Exploring the dungeon.
[ It turns out that Bystella moonblessed swap abilities after hugging, and thankfully Luca was able to get his technical expertise back upon hugging the seer again.

That's a useful thing to know, along with the realization that the seer really is somehow able to see into the future. After all, that large dragon did burst out of the ground and prompt the other dragons to start singing her name... Whatever it was. What was her name? Lydia? Lysander?

Whatever. He was more curious about the crater Lavender left behind, so he's tagging along with the exploration party. However, Luca still refuses to wear a proper shirt and even if he wasn't under any supernatural effects he still makes for a chatty traveling companion. ]

I must say, there is a lot to this world that I'll have to get used to. Energy being used for currency, technology that barely needs electrical outlets, fantastic beasts and spells... I find the whole experience exciting. Don't you?

Wildcard.
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A.BILL & TED’S EGGCELLENT ADVENTURE

[If anyone drops by the house at the end of June - and anyone can, really, because Moran is still keeping to his open door policy - they might find it in more of a disarray than usual.

Most of the couches and beds have been stripped of their blankets and cushions and those have been piled in several parts of the house to form comfortable nesting spaces. And if you meet Moran himself, well...

Other Astella are likely to be welcomed politely, but watched closely and growled out if they approach certain spaces.

If Bystella come to get a cuddle, congratulations, you have now gained the ability to see random bisions of the future for a day. The power will activate without your input, if and when it wants to, and you get no say in what it shows you. The only thing you can be certain of s that every vision is 100% accurate. Moran has said many times this power is more a curse than a blessing. By the time you're done with it, you'll probably understand why.

If other Ostella than Xunxian come in, they mind find themselves unceremoniously stuffed into one of the many blankets and pillow nests and doted upon. The biggest one in Moran's room is just for Xunxian though, and no one is allowed near that one.]

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A - Dark in the city, night is a wire [Courtship]
[At first, the change in his instincts was relatively subtle-- inasmuch as a big, glowing rune on the backsides of his ears and an in inscrutable exhortation to assemble every towel, throw, bedsheet, and cushion in his apartment into one massive, soft nesting arrangement could be considered 'subtle.' But those same urges just as soon built up into a festering and almost resentful case of cabin fever... and there was no way he'd find any relief stewing in the center of a pillowy gyre.

Go figure. Right as he'd finally started to get the Cordis moon's strange urges and desire for company under control, the world found a brand new way to mess with his head. Ugh, he needed some fresh air. Maybe a walk would clear his thoughts a little bit. He was out of Cherry POP! soda, anyway. He didn't even bother closing the door as he left-- this entire floor was his, anyway.

To that end, the first few minutes were a stomping patrol of the hallways outside his apartment, almost wishing he would find someone there-- someone he could fend off, or carry off to that stupid mess of cushions in the middle of his apartment, or something--! And it wasn't long at all before that vigil eventually brought him out the front door and into the streets, as far as the vending machines and corner store. But regardless of who it was he ran into or where, the result would be the same:]

--YOU!! Didja think I wouldn't notice you comin' my way?!

[Even he wasn't sure if it was coming out as a threat or an invitation...]

B - I saw it, officer, It looked prehistoric [Dragons]
[Dragons again. The last time they'd shown up, he was content to play along, to simply witness the incredible beasts in action; but now, with the memories of a broken world burning and screaming in the back of his mind, the sight of a massive, mighty dragon blotting out the sky was something he could not abide. It focused his efforts in ways glowing runes and rising moons never could-- and only moments later, he was back out and about, at the controls of his DAHAK Mk. III, electric gunblade in hand and a... pillowcase...? in the other.

Doggone it, he was really hoping and he and Finn weren't right about their prior adventures following them here. But there was no dragonfire razing the whole of Lunatia to the ground, so... that was a start, at least. But it'd take a lot more than that to put his mind at ease. To that end, he set off on clanking mechanical feet and made a beeline for the Red and Green Mechanical Shop, mulling over those recipes for special bullets he'd learned back in Vaikuntha--]

--Oh, are you KIDDIN' ME?!

[...Only to find the entrance angrily barred by a large, green dragon, slinging itself over the facade of the garage, who had apparently already helped itself to some spare parts in making its nest atop his business. A standoff and staredown immediately ensued-- Obviously, Red wasn't in the mood to risk having his and Pidge's precious handiwork burned down in some sort of dog-on-dragon conflict; but, on the other hand...]

Get off my shop, you big green scaly jerk!!

[...he wasn't going to take it lying down. Or quietly. Maybe he needed a better plan before things turned ugly...]

C - Archaeologists, they like bones [Excavation]
[So the dragons were the good guys this time around, apparently. In light of that, all that stuff from before was... only a little bit embarrassing, all things considered. But if they were offering him big heaps of Demichroma and a free luxury hotel visit to do a little digging, then, heck, all was forgiven. Those bones-- and, more importantly, those bounties-- were as good as his.

Though having to sift through piles of worthless rubble and fire-cracked rock in order to get to the juicy valuables was a little annoying. Luck really wasn't on his side today, was it? They wouldn't even let him use his mecha for it-- 'It's too bulky for decliate work!', they said-- and it wasn't like he had super strength or anything like that. And so the prospect of adventure and treasure quickly became his least favorite kind of work: Methodical, careful, and slow.

It really didn't help that he wasn't even finding cool artifacts. Just old, broken-down urns and tapestries and junk. He wasn't coming out of that crater until he'd found an ancient enchanted sword or a necklace with gemstones the size of his fists, at least. Wasn't this kind of work supposed to be more interesting than this...?

D - Wild Card
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✦ The Crystal Beach
[Whenever he's around someone, no matter if he knows them or not, there's this strange urge to grab their hand or stand closer. He doesn't like it and it's not like him at all, so he decides there's only one solution to this problem - staying away from people for the time being. Hopefully, this will pass just like everything else.

And so, the boy can be found in a quiet part of the beach, as far as possible from any places visited by people. He's wearing a pair of swim shorts and an unzipped hoodie, but if you ask, he'll swear it's only because he wanted to swim in the water. It's definitely nothing else! All he has to show is just a faded scar on his stomach anyway (a sad reminder of that one time he almost got stabbed to death. Again.) Nobody would ever suspect that this boy is able to lift something heavier than a fork.

For now he's just lying on the sand, eyes closed. What if he sleeps through this entire thing? That doesn't sound like a bad idea.]

✦ The library
[Libraries are nice and quiet places, where you can get lost in the world of books. It's probably a better place for Ruca than the beach and he's very quick to wonder around, eyes sparkling as he's looking for a book to dive into.

No worries, he is dressed normally, even though he replaced all the usual layers of his clothing for a short sleeved shirt. It's nice and comfortable! He'll keep telling himself that it's the only reason he's wearing it.

He is also still trying his best to stay away from people, but with books around? He's forgetting about it pretty easily. So he may bump into you or maybe he's reaching for the same book as you?]

✦ Neuhr Ellysti excavation
[Ruca joins the excavation with some dose of optimistic excitement. He's not really interested in the reward, even though in his situation it would be nice. But exploration! Learning the history of the city! This is what matters to him the most.

So he may be found examining some old pieces of jewellery or pottery that he's found or trying to reach a different part of the ruins, because he's sure he saw something interesting in the distance. He's doing his best to be very careful and not rush into anything, but while he's not looking for trouble, trouble always will find him.

He will also try to help anyone who looks like they're in trouble. And he is carrying his hug broadsword on his back. He knows a thing or two about exploring dungeons!

At some point he may get spooked by the banshees, though. He doesn't know any earth languages. He only knows the one used in his world, which sounds vaguely like Latin, Italian or maybe Esperanto. Help!]

✦ Wildcard
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(A) Hiring??? (pre-event)

[To keep sane, Lucy quickly made herself a to-do list. It was rigid and boring; the perfect antidote to panic. She insisted upon writing on paper as she wandered the neon lit city, marking potential jobs on her colourful stationary.]

Perhaps a cafe job would be enough? [She stands outside a cafe, debating the merits of submitting an application. It isn't as if she can claim to be any good at brewing coffee. She let the Manager do that at her workplace back home. He and his wife were so kind to hire her, even when she barely had any skills to offer...

The sentimental thought of them puts Lucy in a bad mood. So she swings around to the nearest person and points rudely;]

You. You know anywhere that's hiring around here? Spill. I don't have all day.

(B) Local Tsundere Evicted by Dragons (event)

[When she opened the door to her apartment, Lucy was met by a protective roar and a wall of flames. Luckily for Lucy, her ability is an escape ability; She vanishes from the hallway and away from the flames. Then reappears outside of the apartment, as if she had teleported. She is briefly bewildered by what just happened.]

Was that... a dragon in my apartment? [Lucy asks the air. Then, with a stomp, she pivots towards the buildings' entrance.] That's not allowed! Where the hell am I supposed to stay?

Damn dragon! If I can just get it to Anne's Room, then I can teach it a lesson! [May a voice of reason speak up before Lucy tries to fight a dragon?]

(C) Can't run anymore

[She wanted to ignore it. Ever since Lucy caught on to why she felt this way, she had done everything she could think of to ignore it. Job hunting, cleaning her apartment (until it became a nest,) shopping, and, of course, hiding in Anne's Room. But her secret space drains chroma. Before long, Lucy has exhausted herself both mentally, physically, and of any chroma. Dazed, all she can think of is finding someone to touch her. She's even caught herself imagining what a moonlaced kiss might feel like.

She's also very tired. Sitting on a bench and watching the dragons fly overhead, Lucy can no longer fight her ostella cravings. Occasionally, as she sees someone pass by, she will hum desperately for attention.]

Hey. Come over here. [Lucy holds out her hand. Too tired for tsundere antics.] Help me.

(D) High Expectations Ruined (Neuhr Ellysti)

[Lucy's motivations come from three angles; The dragon plush prize, the promise of a roof over her head, and excavating ruins sounds really exciting??? She's not even bothering to filter her excitement, her expectations too high to be tamed. Lucy has a skip to her step and an ostella's hum as she looks around. Still needy and desperate for attention, she will approach astellas for company; strangers and friends alike!
(D-A) The legend of Lyestella’s battle
[Perhaps it seems out of character, given her fancy dress and outer appearance, but Lucy finds the stone carvings to be absolutely fascinating. She likes to view them as she would art or poetry; Imagining her own romantic spin on what's given to her. With an unfiltered smile, rare for Lucy, she turns to her new companion.]

What do you think it means, hm? What's the story behind that? [She points at the carving,] It must be an important tale if someone put it in stone~! Maybe a love story.

(D-B) Digging for TREASURE!
[She's on her hands and knees, working hard for that hotel room. With her room taken over by dragons, Lucy kind of needs it. But while digging for treasure seemed like a romantic adventure in storybooks, it is backbreaking work in reality. Lucy wonders if it's fortunate that her hands are already scarred and hardened by years of manual labor.

Eventually she unearths something: Something that looks like a piece of white bone. Her expression lights up and she grins widely.]

There! Hotel room, here I come! [Her excitement is tempered when she senses someone behind her.

Without turning to check who it is, Lucy growls a warning;] This is my artifact. Get your own.

(E) Wildcard!

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i. let’s all go to dragon land

[ serge doesn’t know the first thing about excavating, but it seems an interesting prospect, and he’s not one to turn down adventure when it’s presented to him so neatly. he’s spent a little bit down in neuhr ellysti already, and he’s managed to get himself covered in dirt—but he looks immensely pleased, with his sleeves and pant legs rolled up, and one large glove for the heavier work of moving rocks.

for a boy who looks so slender, he seems unusually comfortable with hard labor. wiping some sweat off his brow, he grins brightly. ]

Have you found anything yet? I’m not having much luck, but it is surprisingly fun…

ii. l’amour will teach you what to say

[ guess who ventured a little too close to the screams of the damned and is now stuck with the languages he knows? of course, the one he defaults to when speaking without thinking is french, in the form of a desperate— ]

Parlez-vous Français?

[ —but if that doesn’t work, he’s going to go through latin and german in increasingly lesser fluency. ]

Scīsne latīnē? Ah… Sprechen Sie Deutsch?

iii. oh my god, they were roommates (closed to perne)

[ since being offered a stay in a hotel, serge had the feeling that now was as good a time as any to take them up on the offer. he’s feeling very much like he needs to stay away from people for a night, and also, he’s a simple boy who misses luxury food very much, and a buffet is quite hard to resist.

he’s anticipating a relaxing evening alone instead of his usual pathetic evening alone, so imagine his shock in finding that his room is already occupied. as he will observe consciously later, the bed is so big and plush it’s almost obscene, and the room itself is more like the first floor of the battour estate. it is large, lavish, and seems to come equipped with its very own perne. ]

M—Mademoiselle Perne!

[ does he have the wrong room? but no, his key let him in. then, this… ]

iv. a little brooding (closed to abbacchio)

[ serge can’t explain it. he wants to be able to explain it, but the pulse behind his ear—that embarrassing little α that he initially mistook for a fancy ‘a’—doesn’t offer him any answers. all he knows about himself is that he’s feeling unusually possessive, a somewhat different feeling from jealousy, and he feels the need to assert himself in the space of the people he cares about.

which is step one of this plan he’s helpless to follow. step two is buying an excessive amount of magazines with beautiful, almost-naked women on the covers and in the pages and arranging those along with some clean and empty glass bottles, which probably once held alcohol, into a strange makeshift nest. in serge’s mind, there’s only one person it could possibly be for. ]

Abbacchio!

[ no ‘monsieur’ today. he is no longer baby, he wants power!!

wherever abbacchio is, though, eventually he’s going to be spoken to by a serge who may or may not have been trailing him until the time felt right. ]

Will you come with me?

v. wildcard!

( is there something else, or something specific you’d like to do with serge? surprise me, or otherwise, my plotting comment for all three boys is here. additionally, i personally do not speak any of the languages in prompt ii, and their use there is mostly just for aesthetic flair. if you tag into it, let’s use english and have mercy on meeee… )

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▶ [A] Lyestella

[ There's not much to say. One moment, Finn's curiously wondering what's making the world so dark, the next he's seeing Bahamut reborn in the sky. He's frozen, mind racing, unsure what to do, until he realizes... that's not Bahamut.

The fear is still pretty plain to see, no matter how many good vibes she tries to give off. Lyestella...

His eyes follow her arc to the horizon before his feet start following as well. ]

▶ [B] Stone Reliefs

[ It didn't take long at all for Finn to get to Drasomnis after Lyestella's big entrance. There were zero precautions taken before he slid down into the crater and began examining the ancient artwork. The depiction of Majestas makes him grit his teeth a little, but all of this looks terrible familiar, like an ancient temple.

He wonders if Eidolons are really here, if Lyestella or Majestas are one of them, but he shakes the idea from his head. Hopefully, that's not the case. Maybe. Probably. He hasn't heard of Summoners here, and he's looked after hearing about Basti.

He generally avoids the Majestas carvings and drifts to those of Lyestella and Basti (who... does not resemble Bahamut), wondering if she really is on their side and what, if any, memory of the incident she may have...

And if Chroma woke her up, what else is it reawakening? ]

▶ [C] Neuhr Ellysti

[ He practically jumped at volunteering to excavate the city. Though Finn hasn't been exactly forthcoming on his own information, he's still looking for signs of the Calamity he's familiar with, not to mention temples, Eidolons, signs of Summoners, anything connecting all of this. While he isn't entirely convinced that this isn't what he knows, Finn's still worried about it...

He's been at this digging thing for hours, taking risks on getting into tight places or traversing across precarious ledges. Someone has to do it, he reasons. Might as well be himself. So long as a certain someone doesn't know he's thinking that, it'll be fine. Sure.

In the end, that's not what gets him. It's exhaustion. Finn's collected a small pile of stuff, all of it potentially important to the history of this city, all of it junk for the things he's searching for. Finn sits and leans back against an ancient pillar, surrounded by his pottery shards, weapons, jewelry, trinkets, bones- Its the jewelry that fascinates him most, still curious about the idea of crystals. Only one necklace seems to have a rock similar to what he's seen before, but it could be anything.

Probably worth a lot of credits, he figures.

With a sigh, he tosses it to the ground and leans back, staring at the ceiling and considering his next move. ]

▶ [D] The Banshees

Listen to me! It's over! I need your help!

[ They all need their help...

Finn's familiar with the concept of ghosts, so much so that this wasn't as heart-stopping as much as it was just shocking. The worst thing about it is the number of dead here. If their wailing is anything to go by, they all seemed to die in similar ways, all at once.

His theory is that it was the Calamity, that it buried this city, but he wants further answers. It can't be easy to relay your final moments to a stranger, and Finn would never attempt to ask someone that question if he wasn't concerned that he and everyone else on this planet could experience a similar fate. With the lack of written history, any of their stories could be extremely useful.

But they don't seem to hear him, still too caught up in the realization that they're dead... After figuring this out, he's tried to soothe them, maybe help them move on, but he might as well not even be there. There's nothing he can do, yet he stays with them until he almost can't hear their cries at all.

Reluctantly, he leaves, hoping to come back to them later once he's better equipped and his hearing has been fixed. If it can be fixed, he thinks wryly to himself. His lips twist once he's pretty far away from them, the caverns twisting in a way they... aren't. He's dizzy, too. Fantastic. With his ears ringing, he can't hear much of anything.

Finn shakes his head and leans against a wall, willing himself to not be sick and continue on. He's not done here yet. ]

Great.

▶ [E] Wildcard!

[ ooc: Feel free to catch him at any point during the prompts or at any other time during the event. I'm open to doing stuff with the mating things, too, though I couldn't think of prompts for that lol. If you'd like me to write up a different starter for us, hmu at

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A. ▶ {I know your scent; you belong to me.}

He has no business with nor desire to be around anyone who associates with dragons. He is hesitant about drawing his sword - he is fresh from battle and less than eager to begin another - and so he decides to take the peaceful route. His legs work, after all, and he can leave these dragons and dragon-kin behind.

Yet his Elven swiftness is not enough to save him. He detects a faint glow - and a strange sensation behind his ear - and then his thoughts are...greatly simplified. He knows what he seeks and why and nothing will stand in his way. Lips thinning into a stern line, he closes his eyes and inhales deeply. The musk of a mate in heat should be easy for him to detect and, ah yes, there...

There it is. His eyes open again and he moves in the proper direction, color high on his cheeks. It is not widely known on Arda that Elves go through a period of heat themselves - usually a time that lasts several hundred years - and what he feels now isn't unlike how he felt then. If he were more like Elrond, he might question the source of these instincts, however Thranduil is a wild creature and this is a nice distraction from his pain.

B. ▶ {I seek jewels of starlight.}

The ruins draw him, though again he is loathe to be near anything a dragon touched. He walks among the rubble, his keen sight searching for things that glitter and shine. He has been told that there could be jewelry in this place and he has no qualms about adding to his collection - or turning over his finds to the museum if they fail to please him.

Bending down on one knee, he brushes away the dirt from a bracelet and lifts it into the light. There was a strange power connected to the object, but it has long since diminished.

Good. At least he won't have to worry about nasty repercussions.

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00. PROLOGUE

[As excited as Konoha is for the idea of a new way to get to the kingdom of Lyestellus that didn't involve flying (if jinba were meant to fly they would have been born with wings!), hoping this will mean that in the future her husband can enjoy the sort of nature he was accustomed to, that she could get a head start on her decision to become a woman of the mountains...

Of course, things weren't that easy. Wary, she watches from the Tsurugi Farmstead as the dragons congregate in Lunatia, as they take flight for more... amorous pursuits, their calls echoing through the city. When she starts to feel the telltale signs of heat outside of Iris and the triple moon period, she thinks it was just be a natural one, her species' breeding seasons continuing from spring nearly into autumn and something she grew used to handling and mostly ignoring years ago...

But it's. Not that.

And to think, the growing levels of pheromones in the air, dragons mating in the sky, and strange songs filling the air isn't the craziest thing about to occur in Lunatia...]

01. TEXT TO FARMSTEAD EMPLOYEES & FREQUENT CUSTOMERS

greetings to all! honored farm help, customer, and friend

many dragon 🐉 in LUNATIA now. much singing. much strange occurrence and body feel change. i hear this happens in many place in city.

with apology, TSURUGI FARMSTEAD will no visit GREATMOON GROVES market as usual, and there be no need to visit for this week 's work.

we still pay some wage for this day later. if you is of good health and no strange effect, can offer delivery job request to be met.

most important, please be safe and take care of you 's body.

- KONOHA 🌳🍃

[ooc: anyone is free to consider their character a frequent enough fresh produce customer to have received this text! Any CR wanting to action thread can assume a text conversation occurred beforehand if you like.]

02. Ω MISHAPS

[There's a sign hanging on the name post that marks the path to Tsurugi Farmstead from the main road through the agricultural section of the Greatmoon Groves, a sign that reads: CLOSED in moon time. Look, it was close enough to that sort of reason that they thought it would do the job.

But as the thrum of dragon song grows stronger and the glowing runes on Moonblessed skin multiply... There's a tempting scent, a musky mix of somewhat equine pheromones with a tinge of heat left on a tree here, a rock there, an imprint of hooves that beckons certain affected persons or those with a keen sense of smell, leading...

To Konoha, still attempting to throw herself into her work but finding herself mincing her way through the fields, her gait clipped by a growing arousal with a strength beyond her usual biological range that she can't explain outside of Iris. But even in Iris, she could at least sate herself in the bedroom, in her husband's arms... Now, though.

She tries to sweat the want out. Fails, and finds herself forced to stop for a moment in order to try and refocus, leaning against a tree to keep herself in the shade as she uses a thin towel to wipe sweat from her dark skin, trying to ignore the strange beat of her hearts, the flutter in her breath. Not quite noticing, she begins to rub her rump back up against the tree trunk in some sort of subconscious attempt to soothe the ache in her body, swaying back and forth in pursuit of just enough friction.]

[ooc: Konoha will be trying very hard to control herself, so if you want more than just a bit of PDA before she runs off, please check in at her plotting comment or message to iron out some details first thx]

03. THE CONSEQUENCES OF MATING

[When Konoha had first arrived in Lunatia, it had been a struggle to listen during the orientation. They'd been on a moon. Everything had been strange, overwhelming, terrifying... and the part about Moonblessed sterility had, like many details, gone in one ear and out the other.

It's why she had spent the first few months after her husband's arrival in the city checking her body in the mirror each day, eager and anxious to see signs of growth, to feel a tenderness or a lack of seasonal heats that would let her know the child she desired so badly had begun to take root. ... She knew better now, had heard the explanations from Moonblessed doctors, from Lunar Scientia. She'd had to accept the painful reality that the children she desired wouldn't be born as long as she remained in Lunatia.

Until she woke to the signs she'd been longing to see. Of course she's suspicious, of course she has doubts, but- It feels right. (She wants it so badly that she convinces herself that it feels right.) Even if it seems to progress unnaturally, she just prays for a healthy child, for a son or daughter she's already decided to name after the father-in-law she never had the fortune to meet, for a baby that would seem so small and precious cradled in her husband's arms. But until the birth-]

A) [She lays in the sun on the veranda of the farmhouse, cushions placed here and there to soften the wooden floors for her rounded belly, her forelegs hanging off the edge and swinging slowly back and forth as she daydreams, tail flicking out intermittently to ward off little insects, occasionally shifting positions to avoid discomfort... until her stomachs rumble and her eyes blink back open, hands moving to her upper stomach and folding over it with a purse of lips and furrow of brow.]

Ah... I really want akebi...

[Why weren't they in season right now??? And why in the world was she craving such a specific taste in the first place?]

B) [It took a bit of convincing to get Gonta to stop hovering and fussing over her in order to let her do just a bit by herself, but Konoha wanted to make sure she could. Once she got back to her world, she'd be living in the mountains, after all, surviving wasn't as comfortable or easy as it was in Lunatia, she wouldn't have the luxury of being able to not work and spend all her time resting. Besides, it's just one errand in the nearby city!

On the way back to the farmstead, though, feeling heavy and cumbersome in a way she hadn't been able to mentally prepare for, she begins to feel a growing pressure that turns slightly painful in the bottom of her back left hoof. Pulling off the main thoroughfare so as not to block others, she twists at the waist to lift her hoof... and almost topples over. Oh, that's right. Different distribution of weight now. Okay, she grabs a nearby fence for balance and tries again... only to find that her pregnant belly largely blocks her view of her own back legs.

That's fine! She can just kick it out, it must be a stone! ... Don't mind the pregnant centaur on the side of the road awkwardly kicking at a fence post. Nothing to see here.]

[ooc: please specify whether you'd like this encounter to be during the period when she thinks it might be a real pregnancy, or if you'd prefer it to be once she is informed of it's eggy nature.]

04. ROOSTING DRAGONS [PUBLIC ON THE NETWORK]

greetings to all

i know many is having problem now, so i is sorry to disturb but

does a method exist to move dragon? 🐉 mother is making home in large tree on farm, causing some problem with next farm persons and visitor...

if you have advice i would be appreciative! thank you!

05. WILDCARD

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Sometimes you gotta crack a few eggs to make an explosion

[Katsuki has had it with this shit.

The typical Cordis traits, the sandy fennec ears, tail and canines, combined with an insatiable appetite and jumpiness, are annoying but can be ignored. But no. He just had to need attention on top of everything. The Ostella rune glows on his chest, near his heart, but it's nothing a black graphic t-shirt won't cover. It's the internal shit that comes with it that's the problem- the urge to sing, the constant warmth in his face that only gets more unbearable when anyone with eyes looks at him with the slightest positive emotion.

Maybe worst of all is he doesn't want to fight. He wants attention. He wants someone specific, but he craves praise, the kind he's hated for so long, or affectionate head-pets, anything to quiet the longing in his chest and noise in his head and stop him from singing these shitty verses. Katsuki doesn't sing.

So he tears his eyes away from the dragons overhead, his usual desire to kill them weakened. Dragons are supposed to be cool. What the fuck.]

Am I dying...?

Eggscavation at Neuhr Ellysti

[At some point, Katsuki bought a pair of noise-blocking headphones just because he had enough of everything. They also do a decent job of blocking out his explosions, which is why he doesn't even blink as he blasts an area of the site with one of his explosions, throwing earth in the air and a now broken weapon. Oops.]

Language Barriers

[At some point, Katsuki removed his headphones, which turns out to be a bad idea, because now he's stuck only understand Japanese and a moderate amount of English. Mostly, he chooses to speak in Japanese, as he is doing now.]

Fuck this shit. You know a necromancer?

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Bystella A;

[ He didn’t think much of the mark that showed up behind his ear. Sousuke figured it was just another weird thing about being in Lunatia that people didn’t think to mention. The… singing from the dragons was nice, at least. Sousuke found himself spending more time outside now, just so he could listen to the songs as the dragons keep doing… whatever it is they’re doing. It served as a nice distraction. There was a lot to process since arriving here, so he appreciated the time to just turn his brain off for a second.

But maybe he shouldn’t wander around too much while he’s doing that. He’s looking up around at his surroundings and sees unfamiliar buildings. Sousuke frowns slightly before sighing in frustration. ]

--Where am I?

Bystella B;

[ Sousuke is doing better around remembering that Prismaps is a thing that exists. He just needs to tell himself that it’s fine, he’s not getting lost because he sucks at remembering where he’s been; he’s getting lost because he’s new. (If certain friends of his were here, he’d tell them to shut up right about now.)

But at least with Prismaps, at least he feels comfortable going for runs. He needs to keep in shape somehow, and running is one of the best ways to do so. Normally, when he goes out running, Sousuke wears long sleeve shirts and pants, but something’s telling him to do something a little different. It’s no good to keep covering up, he needs to… show off. It’s not strange, he’s spent most of his time in middle school and high school shirtless and wet, this shouldn’t be any different.

Right now Sousuke’s dressed in a loose tank top, putting on prominent display his arm and shoulder muscles (and a healed surgery scar along his right shoulder) and the shortest pair of shorts he could find. He’s taking a quick break right now, catching his breath and lifting up the hem of his tank top to wipe away at the sweat on his brow.

Right now might be a good chance to talk to him. ]

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A. Ostella beginnings

[Ren doesn't really mind the dragons all that much anymore. In fact, he's used to them by now. There's even a dragon using his apartment as a nest. Which sends him to be outside most of the time. He doesn't want to bother a protective mother.

Even without the dragon Ren would have been more than likely going outside in search of a mate. He was an Ostella and he needed a mate. He didn't quite understand the urge himself, but he was moving based on instinct, looking for any Astella that might be around.

He is open to anyone coming towards him and will smile at any potential mate with his most charming smile and give them a wink. It's almost as if he's saying "notice me, I'm here", really.]

B. Heat

[Ren's outside when his heat starts building up. His pheromones are going wild and he definitely feels needy. He wanders around the streets of Lunatia, softly singing to attract any attention of an Astella that could help him out.

It's a weird song. Perhaps something he could take inspiration, perhaps not. Either way, he can't help but singing more and more loudly, calling out to anyone. He needs someone. Needs them right now. To satisfy him and help this awful sensation to end. Someone to take care of him.

Funny, he always thought he'd be the one taking care of someone, but how the turntables.]

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A. Ostella (1)

[The dragons aren't unusual to Souji, Yosuke switches between puppy, wolf and a dragon all the time after all. It's their quantity that's a bit surprising. He didn't pay attention to it until the changes hit him and boy do they resemble Iris. No, a bit different, more... potent? He's never had an urge before to go out and find someone to be with. He's felt restless, yes, but nothing he couldn't control.

Now he's literally walking down the sandy beach, humming gently to himself, bare feet sinking into the sand and hands in his pockets. Looking for something... someone? And when he spots them, his eyes soften and Souji confidently strides over.]

It's as if you've been waiting for me.

B. Ostella (2)

[Handling this new type of heat has been difficult for Souji, as he had little to no control over it, compared to Iris days. He had been taking a stroll through the park when he spotted something glittery in the bushes of a potted plant.

Dragon. Very bright and and small dragon!?

He stands up and looks around, searching where the mom dragon is when he hears a roar behind him. Yup, that's a signal to run. He dashes forward and grabs the first person he runs into by their hand, turning them away from the place he's coming from.]

No time to explain, run!

C. Ostella- Eggs; closed for Yosuke

[What should've been a usual morning turned out to be a very slow working Souji, staring at the bowl of fruit in the kitchen that doesn't have fruit.

It has eggs. Dragon eggs. But right now they are eggs and he's confused.]

Babe, [he calls out, scratching his stomach and rubbing his eyes,] Why did you replace fruit with eggs?

D. Wildcard

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A Prologue

[Serene as they are the draconian songs begin to permeate the mind like a siren’s call. Some feel maddeningly familiar if he dares think about them too closely. In the end it's all too much for rationality and composure.

Yet he feels a calm he hasn’t felt ever since he arrived months back. Arguably, it’s a calm he’s never felt before. The raised mark hidden behind his ear becomes gradually recognizable as a (α) or so it feels when Poe explores the edges of it with a curious touch. This latest development might've been more alarming but it's hardly the only change to Poe’s physical appearance today.

This is not just a phantasm his mind has created from recent stress and there have been some warnings that those affected by the draconic runes could be affected by their moon blessings outside the corresponding moon phase. With such inky black irises and far more limbs that he remembers having Poe doesn’t look quite so human anymore. The edges of his complexion are stained a purplish hue.]

A. The sweet embrace of – Open to previous CR but all -stellas

[Oh, what is he doing? At least the bundles of soft linens look inviting. But it’s far too empty. There’s really only one solution to that. The Astella brain says to be picky with mates. The Kraken doesn’t.]

[It doesn’t matter because once he finds what he’s been looking for. He regards them with a willful tilt of the head and Cheshire sharp grin.]

Hello. [A low and sonorous chuckle.] Where do you think you’re going? You can’t leave now.

[The trouble may be in convincing the writer to let go when several tentacles have already firmly attached themselves to the various limbs of the person in front of him.]

B. In Ruins

[With that out of his system… It’s nice to have distractions. Poe throws himself into the exploration efforts in Neuhr Ellysti.]

[If the rumors are true there are plenty of woeful spirits in the depths of the ruins and that in itself is just as interesting as the various historical objects. But it’s not the thought of ghouls that has Poe jumping so humorously when he hears movement a few feet away. Although he very nearly fumbles the shard of pottery he has in hand. Spirits wouldn’t make so much noise. So, unsurprising as always, it’s the anxiety of another human showing up that warrants the reaction.]

…Hello? Is there someone over there? [An uncomfortable pause. At least he’s uncomfortable.] There isn’t much to find in this spot anymore. But a little further in…

C. This is Fine

[This is a nice bar here at this luxurious Lystellus hotel. It’s a nice place to sit, take a moment to reflect, and place his face firmly in his hands. It may appear that Poe has fallen asleep sitting upright on the barstool but then he groans low in gentle despair.]

[Don’t worry about it- he’s fine probably. But his tab sure isn’t.]

D. Wildcard
[Plotting post! Kraken is only making a first time cameo in the first prompt. Obviously that one is what warrants the NSFW. all other prompts are gen o7]

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Nakajima Atsushi | Bungou to Alchemist

Ranpo Edogawa | Bungo Sungo Dungo | Cordis

Kanji Tatsumi | Persona 4 Golden | Exalted Sanguis

Naoto Shirogane | P4G | Iris

Ferran Gallagher | OC | Iris/Bystella

lenore / castlevania / cordis/bystella

venus | we know the devil | sanguis/ostella

Abel ☆ Starfighter

Dr. Robotnik | Sonic the Hedgehog (2020) | Iris/Ostella

Yusuke Kitagawa | Persona 5 | Cordis/Ostella

Sabo | One Piece

Luca Balsa | Identity V | Iris/Bystella

Beitang Moran | | Oh! My Emperor || OTA

Red Savarin | Solatorobo: Red the Hunter | Cordis/Astella

Ruca Milda | Tales of Innocence

Lucy Montgomery | Bungo Stray Dogs | Sanguis

no subject

Finn | Star Wars | Iris

King Thranduil | Tolkien Series

konoha | jinba

Katsuki Bakugou | My Hero Academia | OTA

Sousuke Yamazaki | Free! | Sanguis | Bystella

Ren Jinguji | Uta no Prince-sama | Ostella

Souji Seta | P4 | Ostella

Edgar Allan Poe | Bungo Stray Dogs | Iris/Astella