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|| indie semi-selective fon master ion (seventh) || written by anais ||

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Transparent Ion and Mieu! Feel free to use.

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“I can promise you that Vand -” Tear stopped herself from slipping up completely, mentally slapping herself. If she was about to call Van by his given name, then surely it was time for her to also head to sleep. Though it slightly bugged her how the Fon Master had come to her to tell her his worries, and yet she went off a tangent on herself. But at least she was able to wind him back to sleep. “Van, he hasn’t really ever sorted his priorities well. In relation to him being neutral, I feel it’s more because he isn’t against a certain side - he’s against all of them.”

Her head shook, and a gentle smile showed. “Please, don’t worry about it. The reason you came here was to set yourself for sleeping, wasn’t it?”

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“Mmhm...” A gentle affirmative hum rang from Ion’s lips as he found himself relaxing into Tear’s shoulder like a rag doll gone entirely limp. He was beyond exhausted, and trying to make himself go back to his room of his own volition felt entirely impossible when he was sure he would just fall over onto the floor and curl up on the cold hardwood, probably dropping off to sleep there. Also, that required going through the dark, abyssal hallway again... He didn’t want to inconvenience Tear, but she was a comforting support, even being the stoic she could be.

“...Yes, that was it. Sleeping...” He reaffirmed, half a mumble. “...Could I stay here for the night... if you’d let me...?”

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✄ {i'm sorry about forever sending memes}

✄ For mine to accidentally break a glass and get yours cut.

“Ahhh-! Anise, are you- I’m sorry- here, let me get a cloth or something-”

It was a tiny cut, literally barely the length of a needle, and Ion was panicking. Just a little bit. Enough to send him frantically around his bedroom searching for where he had placed his handkerchief, while stepping concentric circles around the glass shattered everywhere.

He hoped that goblet wasn’t expensive.

[ It’s okaaaaay. XD I’m always open to random memes lol ]

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“You’re really gonna fuss over little ol’ me no matter what I do, aren’t you?” Anise sighed, but with a slight smirk over her expression. But this had to show how kind the Fon Master’s nature really was. But maybe he cared too much for others and less about himself. “I don’t really mind… But if you decide to cast the arte, make sure you’re sitting down or something. I don’t want to have to run to the healer’s station because you’ve worn yourself out. Especially with all this glass around.”

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“Yes, Anise, I am,” he chuckled, placing the shards on his desk before going back to his guardian and sitting beside her, placing his fingers to the small cut. He had never much minded helping, to be honest - it just sort of came naturally to him. Anise, on the other hand, would likely throw a fit before she did any real assistant labor - unless it involved him, of course. With a little bit of concentration, he’d cast the arte in no time at all. “Just hold still... There. I think it worked.”

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bump of chicken - karma

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“I want the H” {probably shouldn't but doing the thinggg}

6. From behind hug

“Surpriiiiiise!” Ion jumped on Anise with the likeness of a cat, hugging her tight around her middle. She was always walking ahead of him in the cathedral’s hallways, and the conversation had lulled a little, so, why not?

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“Well… I guess I can’t stay mad at’cha,” she gave in, giggling a little to herself. Her head rested against his for a moment. “Y’know, I would have surprise tackle hugged you back. But I have a feeling that Grand Maestro Trithiem will walk down the corridor any second now…”

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“Probably. And I don’t want to get him started yelling for being out of my room, all reckless...” He pulled back, tugging on her arm with glee. “I’ll race ya. Whoever gets there last has to... to... uh, copy down the entire dictionary! Every word!”

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[ IT’S ALMOST MIDNIGHT AND I JUST WENT THROUGH LIKE TEN BOXES OF SPARKLER FIREWORKS. LET’S WRITE REPLIES. :D ]

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[ Okay, so I am officially hecka distracted with 4th of July friends-and-family party business, so I’m gonna log off. Don’t know if I’ll be back to reply later tonight - you guys know how long parties can go XD Peace out, for now!

(Also I think I may start doing a drafts/starter count thing. it seems helpful. XD)

Drafts count: 5 ( seleniasongstress - 1, misstearica -1, missanisetatlin - 3) Starter count: 0 ]

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if by my life or my death i can protect you

                              i will

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☭ + umineko

For The Sake Of Crossovers, Send Me ☭ + A Fandom And I Will Describe My Character In That Verse 

Ion began as Ion Ushiromiya, half-sister to Maria Ushiromiya due to one of Rosa’s previous affairs before the relationship with Maria’s father. He is quiet and gentle with his half-sister, and while he won’t say it to his mother’s face, he believes Beatrice is real as well. Doesn’t survive the first game (i.e. missing at the tenth twilight) but appears in the second in the meta-world as a warlock, revived by Beatrice, the Golden Witch.

A young wise beyond his years - that is Ion, who holds the title Warlock of Mercy. His is able to restore health to a person at near-death but once death is certain it is out of his realm of power. While being subordinate to all of the witches in the known Meta-World, he has a certain alliance with the witch form of Maria and shares power over her furniture, Sakutaro, with her. Through most games he is very passive, merely commenting on the action and rarely using any Truths in battles of logic. The only witch he has dared stand up to is EVA-Beatrice, which of course, failed horribly in an entanglement of Red Truth.

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(─‿‿─) ((XD I couldn't help thinking of earlier, with them as little bros))

“Synccccc. This is my side of the bed.”

Not that he minded the attention from his elder brother. Sync had somehow snaked his arms around his middle, waking Ion and causing him to pout unhappily. This was the first good night’s sleep he’d gotten in what, a good couple of days? Sync couldn’t be that desperate for attention, when the sun was barely up…

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While Ion was gone, Sync peeled away his shirt as best he could from the injuries. There were few things that didn’t ache - the back of his head and his shoulders especially - but all his immediate attention was on the ‘scratches’. Eventually he gave up and yanked his shirt off, letting it land next to him with a soft plop.

His heavy breathing faded into shallower pants that hurt less but made him feel dizzier. He only looked up when he heard his brother returning, towels clutched in his arms and bottle of gel extract held so tight he thought he heard the glass cracking. The room was still teetering uncomfortably so he closed his eyes and listened to his brother’s voice.

“Just do it,” Sync snapped, but it wasn’t out of anger towards his brother. The pain was starting to get to the point of more than hurting, and hesitating was only going to make it worse.

The brush of the towel brought him into hyperawareness and he nearly cried out loudly at the brush of gel to his arm. He squeezed Ion’s hand - when had Ion grabbed it? - and strangled noises emerged from between clenched teeth. Somewhere in the back of his mind he hoped he wasn’t hurting Ion but at the moment it was all that was keeping him conscious.

The touch to his chest did make him scream. He quickly pressed his own hand over Ion’s to keep it in place and to stop his hand from ripping into his own leg. He held on, feeling the seeping of the gel as it bonded to his blood and flooded the wounds, little by little. The pain didn’t fade but his shoulders relaxed just marginally - at least this way they wouldn’t have to deal with anything else.

“No… hospitals,” he hissed, eyes barely slits of green. “For either of-of us.” He let his head roll back and continued to hold tightly to Ion’s hand, a few tears slipping down his cheeks as he kept back other sounds.

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Stop crying, Ion. Stop it!

Despite all mental cajoling, he couldn’t make his own tears cease, the salty wet droplets rolling down his cheeks that were already red with fear. It was Sync’s scream that did it - that horrible, ear-splitting scream that he almost never heard, but when he did, he knew Sync was letting down all his guards and letting himself submit to pain. Something his brother almost never did.

“O-Okay. We’ll just sit here, that’s okay, j-just... breathe,” he stammered, swallowing hard against the growing lump in his throat. The other’s hand was clammy against his, both in the air and at his chest. Or was it his hand that was perspiring, a cold sweat running down the back of his forearm. Ion was so worried he could barely think.  He was sure the scream had woken their parents, at worst... “No hospitals. I promise.”

He took the towel away from Sync’s chest, looking between his arm and that spot - the wounds seemed to be healing and clotting, at least, but Ion figured they wound need a bit more time to dry before he wrapped them up. It looked odd - sickly green salve mixed with sticky crimson blood, mending together the broken skin at the speed of a snail. His stomach curled, and that was the end of thinking about that. His queasiness would only make things worse.

Shifting his hand a little with his brother’s, he looked back at the face that near-mirrored his - what he could see of it, anyway. “Do you want some water? J-Just hold the towel, right here...” He slipped both of his hands away, going to the sink on the trailing off of his sentence, staring at the chrome finish of the drain. What if he had messed up? What if Sync...?

Tears fell again, and he turned on the sink handle to drown out the sound of his own regretful sobs.

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update;

[ LOOKIT I MADE AN ACTUAL ABOUT PAGE FOR MYSELF!! (At the sacrifice of having a home return button, but, oh well. XD) ]

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For The Sake Of Crossovers, Send Me ☭ + A Fandom And I Will Describe My Character In That Verse

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Notice: This blog is multi-ship friendly.

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All ships are AU from each other.

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“ -- I heard there was some sort of celebration today... too bad it’s much too hot to go outside...”

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"You're so cute when you blush." {I felt we needed the fluff to recover from the other thread xD}

“I- I- I… I am not! Anise!!”

That stupid monster had gotten him mighty flustered; but the tomato red his face had turned from the scare had could have actually been from the embarassment of Anise’s statement.

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“For someone who seemed pretty shocked at the thought, you’re pretty eager, aren’t you, Mr Fon Master?“

The Fon Master Guardian grinned, grabbing at Tokunaga and concentrating for a mere second at raising her fonon frequency to enlarge him. “Well, I’m the one who came up with the idea, so I’ll be the best friend ever by letting you have a head start!”

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“Okay…!” Ion gripped his staff, furrowing his brow in concentration. Tokunaga itself made Ion a bit wary - I mean, he was ginormous, and he could barely see Anise behind the huge doll - but who knew? Maybe play-fighting against something as simple as that stitched-together giant would make landing attacks easier.

“Here goes!”

Closing his eyes, he concentrated on opening a few of his fon slots, specifically those bent toward light and water. It added a sort of heat to the air that made Ion tremble all over with goosebumps, but whether that was due to the atmosphere or just nervousness about casting the arte, he wasn’t sure. Placidly, he placed a palm to the ground and he felt the familiar pillars of light rise around him, congregating into single stormy pillar before long, like a sort natural attraction. Oh yes, he’d read that - like fonons attract like -

“Unyielding storm of angels, arise with the power of Yulia’s commandments! Holy Tempest!”

He felt the raging storm rush away from him, toward Anise - and the dizziness struck. He shut his eyes harder against it, fighting it, even as the world grew darker around the edges of his vision.

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misstearica replied to your post:

[ me toward Ion-muse: COOPERATE WITH ME YOU...

cinnAMON FON MASTER IM SO

It’s a combination of the ‘actual cinnamon roll’ meme and Fon Master, you can thank child-of-lanvaldear for that one XD

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