the silly🫶

hes lit the scrunkly ever bro😭

i got e1 clara…. my child u are very dear to me HOWEVER u are NOT bronya

make that an e2

AFTER THE STORM.

scaramouche has learned his lesson a long time ago — a god does not forgive that easily. especially, when that god is also your mother.

raiden ei’s words shoot to kill when arguing. her verbal fights are the exact same as her physical ones; quick, sharp, straight to the point. able to spot her opponent’s weakness in mere seconds. hurtful. precise. aiming to kill.

more often than not, the one standing on the opposite side was her son. she had no mercy for him — son or not, whoever stood against her had to bear the wrath of her lightning.

(she was always a strict mother, after all.)

their fights are always so cruel. bringing up the past, bringing up the insecurities. recalling regrets and past mistakes, shooting insults at one another as if it were a contest. a competition. something that had to be won at any cost.

what seemed to somehow be even worse though that the fight itself was the aftermath. the silence that would follow. the eyes of his mother boring into his.

AFTER THE STORM.

scaramouche has learned his lesson a long time ago — a god does not forgive that easily. especially, when that god is also your mother.

raiden ei’s words shoot to kill when arguing. her verbal fights are the exact same as her physical ones; quick, sharp, straight to the point. able to spot her opponent’s weakness in mere seconds. hurtful. precise. aiming to kill.

more often than not, the one standing on the opposite side was her son. she had no mercy for him — son or not, whoever stood against her had to bear the wrath of her lightning.

(she was always a strict mother, after all.)

their fights are always so cruel. bringing up the past, bringing up the insecurities. recalling regrets and past mistakes, shooting insults at one another as if it were a contest. a competition. something that had to be won at any cost.

what seemed to somehow be even worse though that the fight itself was the aftermath. the silence that would follow. the eyes of his mother boring into his.

AFTER THE STORM.

scaramouche has learned his lesson a long time ago — a god does not forgive that easily. especially, when that god is also your mother.

raiden ei’s words shoot to kill when arguing. her verbal fights are the exact same as her physical ones; quick, sharp, straight to the point. able to spot her opponent’s weakness in mere seconds. hurtful. precise. aiming to kill.

more often than not, the one standing on the opposite side was her son. she had no mercy for him — son or not, whoever stood against her had to bear the wrath of her lightning.

(she was always a strict mother, after all.)

their fights are always so cruel. bringing up the past, bringing up the insecurities. recalling regrets and past mistakes, shooting insults at one another as if it were a contest. a competition. something that had to be won at any cost.

what seemed to somehow be even worse though that the fight itself was the aftermath. the silence that would follow. the eyes of his mother boring into his.

AFTER THE STORM.

scaramouche has learned his lesson a long time ago — a god does not forgive that easily. especially, when that god is also your mother.

raiden ei’s words shoot to kill when arguing. her verbal fights are the exact same as her physical ones; quick, sharp, straight to the point. able to spot her opponent’s weakness in mere seconds. hurtful. precise. aiming to kill.

more often than not, the one standing on the opposite side was her son. she had no mercy for him — son or not, whoever stood against her had to bear the wrath of her lightning.

(she was always a strict mother, after all.)

their fights are always so cruel. bringing up the past, bringing up the insecurities. recalling regrets and past mistakes, shooting insults at one another as if it were a contest. a competition. something that had to be won at any cost.

what seemed to somehow be even worse though that the fight itself was the aftermath. the silence that would follow. the eyes of his mother boring into his.

AFTER THE STORM.

scaramouche has learned his lesson a long time ago — a god does not forgive that easily. especially, when that god is also your mother.

raiden ei’s words shoot to kill when arguing. her verbal fights are the exact same as her physical ones; quick, sharp, straight to the point. able to spot her opponent’s weakness in mere seconds. heutful. precise. aiming to kill.

more often than not, the one standing on the opposite side was her son. she had no mercy for him — son or not, whoever stood against her had to bear the wrath of her lightning.

(she was always a strict mother, after all.)

their fights are always so cruel. bringing up the past, bringing up the insecurities. recalling regrets and past mistakes, shooting insults at one another as if it were a contest. a competition. something that had to be won at any cost.

what seemed to somehow be even worse though that the fight itself was the aftermath. the silence that would follow. the eyes of his mother boring into his.

raiden ei does not apologize. she is a god, after all — a god is never wrong. on the other hand, he had almost become one. something that could’ve been but never was. something that sometimes haunts him in his dreams. something that he still sees when he looks into his mother’s face. and so he puts his hands together, his eyes looking at her in a silent prayer and

he

begs.

“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.”

the words seem to spill out of him like feom a broken glass. he can’t stop them, can’t stop the desperate sound of his voice, can’t stop the feeling of needing for her to at least look at him.

“i didn’t mean to— i didn’t mean to say that, you know it, you know i didn’t mean to!”

she extends her hand and caresses his face. he leans into her touch and for a second, all that she has done wrong seems like an illusion, a cruel trick of his mind. but in the end, she takes her hand back and her eyes become distant again.

she is a mother and

he is a son.

sadly,

she is a god before she is a mother.

sadly,

he is her son before he is anything else.

scaramouche has learned his lesson a long time ago — a god does not forgive that easily. especially, when that god is also your mother.

and still, like a fool, he awaits for her to tell him that he deserves to be forgiven.

HOW TO GET A S/O — A GUIDE BY YOURS TRULY.

“i hereby declare that i am opening s/o applications! i can offer a poem, a brownie and my unconditional love. if you’re interested, please fill out this form!”

“this is so dumb,” your best friend xiao mutters under his nose. “i’m not even talking about the fact that you came up with the whole significant other form thing or the fact that it actually worked,” he looks with an indescribable look in his eyes at your phone, “i can’t believe you used google forms to make it. really? google forms?”

“what else was i supposed to use, genius,” you retort while opening the submitted applications. “i’m more impressed that i actually got so many answers. i think my brownie has bewitched them, their body and soul,” you say jokingly while stretching.

xiao looks at you with a blank face and you only shrug. he looks like he’s mere seconds from a breakdown. you wonder why.

“well, i’ve gotta say this is perfect! valentine’s day just around the corner, y’know? would be nice to have a partner even if they would break up with me like two days later. i can’t keep pestering you to be my valentine every single year.” he simply sighs and rubs his eyes. he seems annoyed. you’re not sure why though but you know he’s not annoyed at you. he never is.

“alright, enough talking, let’s get to it! time to see whose application was the best!” you declare enthusiastically and start scrolling.

NAME: KAMISATO AYATO

TELL ME SOMETHING ABOUT YOURSELF: i’m not particularly sure what contents should be placed here.

TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PERFECT DATE: a meeting in the park sounds quite nice. obviously, it would depend on the weather. however, if it would be nice, strolling and talking while walking between trees and flower seems quite lovely. i’ve always wanted to try it.

TELL ME THE REASON FOR YOUR APPLICATION: you seem like a very nice and competent person. we’ve worked on a couple projects before and even if we wouldn’t end up dating, i would still appreciate becoming friends.

TELL ME A FUN FACT: oh my, i’m really bad this. i’m sorry. could i perhaps ask you a question though? do you know if i perhaps did anything to offend your friend? he’s been glaring at me since the time we first teamed up for a project.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

[…do you think thoma and ayaka put him up to it?] [that is quite possible.]

[aish, that’s too bad. do you think he’d still like to meet up though? i’d like to get closer to him.]

[what? why on earth would you like to do that?]

[why not? it could be fun. also, addressing his concern, do you have anything against him?]

[…no, not in particular.]

[alright, if you say so…]

NAME: ALBEDO

TELL ME SOMETHING ABOUT YOURSELF: oh come on, we’ve known each other for so long. i’m sure you already know it but but when i was a child i accidentally dyed my hair black — my mother was terrified. on the other hand, i was quite thrilled. maybe i should do it again.

TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PERFECT DATE: a study date? perhaps. i’m sorry, this probably sounds quite boring. in my defense, i am quite a boring person. i’m open to anything though.

TELL ME THE REASON FOR YOUR APPLICATION: we’ve been lab partners since the beginning of high school, haven’t we? i’d like to think we get along quite well PLUS i don’t have a valentine this year either and if i’ll have to listen to my mother’s nagging again i will lose it. if you want to, i can give you extra chemistry lessons — an agreement with mutual benefit, if i can put it that way.

TELL ME A FUN FACT: did you know ajax screamed when he saw that you put out the forms? i’m not particularly sure why but i felt as if my eardrums were about to explode. even my noise canceling headphones didn’t work.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

[can’t believe he’d try to use me again to get rid of his mother’s talking his ear off.]

[if it annoys you, i can take care of it.]

[your definition of taking care of something is quite doubtful, if i’m being honest. and no, you don’t have to. i love helping him anyways. he’s a good friend and he explains chemistry perfectly.]

[i could also give you some extra lessons from it.]

[xiao, you are literally failing the subject.]

[and?]

NAME: AJAX AKA CHILDE

TELL ME SOMETHING ABOUT YOURSELF: i’m good at sports, obviously. i’m also fantastic at learning. i’m also handsome. generally speaking, i’m perfect (and taken).

TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PERFECT DATE: simply spending time with my lovely boyfriend (if he’d hear me call him that he’d slap me in the face).

TELL ME AND THE REASON FOR YOUR APPLICATION: i’m trying to help my friend but i’m not sure if he won’t murder me in exchange if he does please put forget-me-nots at my grave i beg!!

TELL ME A FUN FACT: i once put a lightbulb in my mouth because i didn't believe it when they said you won’t be able to get it out. had to go to the hospital and shit — oh and by the way did you know there is someone close to you that HAS A CRUSH ON YOU PLEASE OPEN YOUR EYES I CAN’T KEEP ON ENDURING IT ANYMORE

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

[a crush? on me, out of all people?]

[why are you so surprised?]

[why would i be not? it’s not like i’m popular or anything. considering you, who has been my friend for the longest time never developed one, how could a completely random person do it?]

[…who knows.]

NAME: KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

TELL ME SOMETHING ABOUT YOURSELF: i think you know everything you should already, considering you’ve seen most of my poetry.

TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PERFECT DATE: finding a place the both of us have never been to before and exploring it together. making memories with a person you like is always pleasant.

TELL ME THE REASON FOR YOUR APPLICATION: i just want to get closer to you. and who knows where it will lead us.

TELL ME A FUN FACT: did you know they opened a new café just around the corner? perhaps that could be our destination.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

[kazuha is as sweet as ever. straight to the point too.]

[…too straight to the point.]

[did you say something?]

[no?]

[oh.]

[well, you do remember you’re supposed to visit the café with me though, right? we’re supposed to do it tomorrow.]

[of course i do.]

NAME: ANONYMOUS

TELL ME SOMETHING ABOUT YOURSELF: what would be the point of me submitting myself as anonymous if i’d describe myself in great detail here

TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PERFECT DATE: same one as yours

TELL ME REASON FOR YOUR APPLICATION: i’ve liked you since that one time where you reached out my hand to me in kindergarten and asked if we could become friends. i’ve kept on liking you when you went through your first breakup. i’ve kept on liking you when we were spending valentine’s day together every single year. i’ve always liked you. i still do. and i don’t think i’ll stop

TELL ME A FUN FACT: would you believe me if i told you that out of all the possible people ajax was the one that made me do this. i’ve threatened him that if this fails i’ll tell scara that he’s had a crush on him since sixth grade

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

[xiao?]

[…yes?]

[is this you?]

[…]

[silent as ever, huh.]

[what if it is me?]

[because if it is, i like you too. i’ve liked you for a very long time now.]

[…yes, it is me.]

[oh, thank the stars. i can’t believe i had to do this whole thing to see if my feelings were one-sided.]

[huh? what did you say?]

[…nothing! so, how would you like to spend our first valentine’s day together as an official couple?]

[official?]

[what, you don’t want it?]

[…]

[wait, xiao, did you just blush?]

[…we can visit that café.]

[whatever you want, my dear boyfriend.]

[…stop talking.]

[you blushed again!]

[whatever you want, my dear boyfriend.]

[…stop talking.]