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I'm broke but I just can't help but donate to these Luxiem boys.. I really love how they say my name. 😭

I think you should be honest and tell them that you reseted your computer, I'm pretty sure they'll understand. It would be quite unreasonable for them to get angry if they did.

Hmm, it's more like them being disappointed than them getting mad. I've had thought about just saying the truth and I'm not a fan of lying myself, but I do hate it more if I let people down.. But what can I do? This is life and I have to face the unknown up ahead sooner or later and there'll be disappointments to be had. T_T

Okay, I'm preparing myself.. Man,, I'm so not ready.

Gahh! But literally for two dinners, they kept talking about my progress.. I manage to deter it away from me since I obviously didn't have my computer with me to show anything. Okay. I'm still gonna do it.

Also, are you perhaps a writer? I rarely see people- even adults- who text like me with commas, periods, etc. I do it out of habit and to stay sharp in my writing.

I'm so happy you're back! I really love your writing and I look forward to reading it again!! please stay healthy <3

Thank you~! I'm grateful for your support, anon. I'm happy to be back to doing what I love and happy to know that you're waiting in anticipation for them-- that there is someone who enjoys reading them as much as I love writing them. ^^

║Venti║Not A God

Requested from Wattpad

Angst.

Word count: 400+

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How many years has it been since he last had someone to hold? That was an answer he no longer knows as it has been many moons since you left as he sits on the hand of the statue of the Anemo Archon, staring at the buildings below slowly flickering their lights out.

At the dead of night, his mind wanders to the time you two were together-- when you were still alive and in his arms. Both of you were happy, but there was a feeling of already missing you that carries on each day in him. Now, that feeling changed from being afraid to loneliness. He was afraid of the day you'll pass, but now is feeling lonely now that that day has truly come to past.

He misses the way you call him with a smile and your embrace, shivering at the feeling of the cold and lonely wind. O how he wishes he gave you immortality. He had brought that topic up over and over again, but you were too stubborn and rejected. "I am no god. I don't have a right to immortality." You once said, not a hint of irritation at the many times he suggested.

You did have the right to immortality as a vision user, but you didn't feel the same way as him since you were just a mortal. He wished he was selfish then and made you immortal, even if it did make you upset.

Well, not like immortality would work in your case anyway.

Killed in battle, that's what happened, and since gods could also be killed, there was no way you would've been alive anyway. Fate will thread its needle and strings to its finishing stitch, even if does take time. That, he knew after years of living.

"(Y/N), stay with me! I, I'll make you immortal and maybe that'll--" You stopped him, shaking your head. Smiling weakly, you brought your cold hands onto his cheeks, wiping the never-ending tears that trickled down. "That won't heal me.." you croaked.

"I am no god.. I have no right.. To immortality.." Those were your last words before you finally allowed your heavy eyelids to drop. Your smile was still on your face, showing how much you are at peace.

Body lumped beside the big tree, your spirit ascended to Celestia while he hugged your lifeless corpse as if it was his last hope. It was, but that last hope left him the same way as the friends he made before.

"Please.. Don't leave me."

║Razor║What is Love?

Requested from Wattpad.

Gender-neutral

Fluff.

Word count: 1.4k

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This feeling in his chest.. It was suffocating him, but not in the bad way that people would think. At first, he really did thought that he was dying. His heart would always do this to him everytime he gets even a glimpse of you. It was common knowledge of what he might be feeling, but for someone like him, it was foreign and new. Did he like it? No, not really.

His beating heart feels like it wants to burst out of his chest, wanting to shout out at you something- anything that would calm his heart! But, he doesn't know what.

"Razor!"

That voice. That voice he was so familiar with yet gets jumpy when he hears it.. He turns around, feeling that suffocating feeling in his chest starting up again.

In the midst of grass he was at, the way you ran up to him with a smile on your face and basking in the sunlight, creating a soft glow around you.. All that to Razor was something he'd never forget for years to come. "(Y/N).." he calls out your name softly, mesmerized at the sight of you.

Your smile just got wider when you reached his side and sat down. "Good morning, how are you?" you ask, sitting down on the grass beside him. His face was immediately dusted with pink when you were in his sight but flared up when you sat beside him.

He gulps back a lump in his throat as he takes in all parts of your face- your bright eyes that was full of life, those long eyelashes that makes the eyes stand out, those lips- oh how he wishes to do something with those lips of yours.

When he stayed silent, not saying anything to you, you look at with a quizzical face. "Hey, Razor, are you okay?" You noticed that he's been out of it lately so today was no exception to your worrying observation. You stretched an arm out and lightly place it on his shoulders, getting the boy spooked at the sudden warmth. "Oh, uh, yes.." he answers.

"If you're not feeling well, you should rest at home. We can always hang out when you're feeling better," you said and stood up. The silver-haired boy looks up at your smiling face before looking away. "Yeah, I think that would be a good idea.." he agrees. You took him home, making sure he doesn't suddenly collapse on the way, before going home.

Razor laid on his bed, face burying into his pillow. His heart started to calm down but he still thinks that he should tell his parents, just in case it might be a medical thing that he's not aware of.

When the sun started to set, his parents came home from their work with a smile and a sing song voice as they call for their only child. "Razor, mommy and daddy are home," his mother say and the both made their way to his room. Upon seeing their son looking sad, their hearts ached.

"Razor? What's wrong, baby?" His mother quickly rushes and sat on the side of his bed, rubbing his back. It took a while but soon, Razor sat up on his bed, crossing his legs while looking down. "Is something wrong with me?" were the words he whispers. It broke his parents heart but more importantly, made them worry.

"No, nothing is wrong with you, sweetie," his mother reassures. "Can you tell me what happened to make you think like this?" She puts a comforting arm around him and bring him close.

He was silent, thinking of how he should explain it to his parents. Then, "It's.. My heart.." he finally says, a hand clutchs his shirt of where his heart is at. "Everytime.. When (Y/N) shows up.. I.. My heart.." He couldn't go on. He simply doesn't know how to say it. But, those words were enough for his parents to look at each other with a smile and laughed.

"Aw, my sweet baby boy." His mother rested her face on top of his head. "If you're wondering, no, you're not dying my sweet baby," his mother says. An immediate relief washes over Razor, but that still didn't answer why he was feeling like he was being suffocated.

"Then, why.. My heart?" He looks at his parents. "It's called 'love', my boy," his father chuckles. "But, it's a different kind of love- not the love you receive from us." Razor was beyond confused upon hearing his dad's words.

"Tell me, boy, you love us, right?" his father asks, which to that, Razor nods immediately with no hesitation. "And what about (Y/N)? Would you like it if you see them with someone else?" Razor thought about it and just imagining you hanging out with someone else made him sad and shook his head in response. "Those are the two. One, the loving care of a family or friend, but doesn't go on from beyond that. The second, is the one you're feeling- the kind of intimate love. An example, me and your mother."

Razor kind of understood it better and accepted the beating of his heart whenever he sees you. But, another question arises. How to make you stay with him rather than be with someone else? "Um, so.. How does.. Razor make (Y/N).. With me?" he asks.

"Well, my boy, there are many ways you can express your feelings towards them," his father says. "I, for one, confessed to your mother confidently under the large tree of Windrise. I can still remember it to this day." His father looked like he was off to somewhere else with a smile on his head as he rested his hands on his hips.

"What do you mean? If I remember correctly, you were a stuttering mess!" his mother points out. "I remembered that I had to pull you in to make the confession quicker!" The two were now happily arguing of how the confession went as Razor was left on his own thoughts. Confession? All he had was to say what he feels and hope you'd reciprocate his feelings? The thought of him made him cower.

His father noticed that Razor was being silent, knowing full well of what he was thinking. "Boy, if you don't tell them how you feel, sooner or later, someone else will replace that special spot in their heart," he said in a stern tone. Those words made Razor's heart break as the thought of you being with someone other than him all happy flashes through his mind.

Razor was full of determination with a flare that sparked up within his eyes that his father could see and smiles to. Tomorrow, he thought, was going to be the day he tells you how he feels and that's exactly what he does.

The next day, Razor had knocked on your house's door and waited for someone to open it. Lucky for him, you were the one to receive it, already up and ready for the day. "Razor? Um, good morning," you greet, surprised that he was at your door since you thought it would be good for him to rest. "Are you feeling better--" He doesn't let you finish your sentence as he grabs your wrist and drags you outside and to the field where you two always hang out.

"Um, Razor, are you okay? What's wrong?" you ask, staring at the back of the boy. Then, "Do you remember the first time we met?" he asks, catching you off guard. "Huh? Yeah, it's in this field.." you answered. "You were sleeping and I kind of trip over you since I didn't see you."

"This field.. Brings happy memories to Razor.." he said. You were confused to what he was getting at but didn't say anything and let him continue. "I.."

Razor let's go of your hand and turns around with a serious look on his face with a light pink dusting his cheeks. Razor had never looked so serious and that alone, made your heart raced. "Razor.. Likes.. (Y/N).." he finally says, his eyes never once wavering as to see your reaction.

The breeze suddenly became a lighter wind, blowing both of your hairs. The feelings for him were the same as his and it made you smile that both you and he felt the same. "I like you too, Razor."

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Ahh..!! I'm always behind on things with Twisted but now that I've caught up with the event..

Please!! I'm sobbing. She's such a cute old lady. 😭❤️ So sweet.

Do people go on Tumblr specifically for the NSFW oneshots? 🤔 If so, then I should write more of them.

I am just now speed-running through book 6 (Ignihyde) of Twisted (yeah, I am lazy and slow to read through it). BUT I AM NOW STUCK BECAUSE THEY KEEP KILLING ME. LET ME USE MY CARDS!!

There isn't one waking second where I don't think about Lilia and how he makes my heart beat in a way it never did before. He is too dangerous for my heart, especially when he's in his adult form--

CAN WE TALK ABOUT LILIA IN THAT NEW ANIMATION?? 😭 But with Leona and Vil, the three of them look like kings who knows who runs the stage-- do you see how confident they strutted in and stare at us? 😫 The low angle is so dominating too.