A lover of good stories, art and handsome, fictional characters. (I blame them for my high standards in men). Will marry Aesop Sharp from Hogwarts Legacy ❤️.
Aesop has always believed that a life of a Hogwarts professor is filled with monotony and uneventful days. However, the longer he stayed at the castle, the more he realizes it is not the case.
And he is thoroughly unprepared for the slew of chaos and mishaps that will follow him during his days as the Hogwarts' Potions Professor.
These are the stand-alone, episodic stories that are generally full of ridiculous shenanigans. May contain Professor!OC X Sharp relationship (but I don't know yet since I barely even scratched the surface of these prompts lol). But mostly, just slice-of-life stuff.
Will update this masterlist once I post the chapters. Just click on the hyperlinked text to read it!
Thank you again to @ynyseira for this wonderful event! XD.
Through an accounting error of truly imperial proportions the Administratum has frozen every legion’s budget and each primarch is informed that until the matter is resolved they must somehow raise funds themselves.
The Emperor calls it an opportunity to demonstrate initiative, Malcador calls it extremely funny.
Lion El’Jonson
The Lion refuses to explain his finances to anyone. He announces an exclusive survival experience on Caliban where wealthy nobles may pay an obscene entrance fee for the honour of hunting alongside the Dark Angels. They are given ceremonial weapons, expensive cloaks and absolutely no useful information about what lives in the forest.
The Lion disappears into the trees without warning, half the guests are lost within an hour and the survivors return three days later, traumatised, missing shoes and convinced they have experienced a profound spiritual awakening. They charges extra for extraction and the Dark Angels raise enough money to fund three campaigns, though nobody is entirely certain how many guests came back.
Fulgrim
He immediately understands that the legion possesses the most valuable commodity in the galaxy: himself. He commissions a series of tasteful signed portraits in increasingly elaborate armour. There are standard prints, metallic prints, scented prints, holographic prints and one extremely expensive edition where Fulgrim has personally applied a single brushstroke. Collectors begin fighting over serial numbers.
The Emperor’s Children also release calendars, commemorative coins, perfume, statuettes and a lavish book titled The Art of Fulgrim: Volume One of Twelve. The Legion’s finances recover overnight.
Perturabo
He refuses to participate in what he calls performative financial humiliation and spends four months constructing the most efficient interplanetary shipping route ever devised. It reduces journey times by 40%, avoids warp instability, includes fortified rest stations and can withstand a direct orbital bombardment… then he installs toll gates.
Everybody must pay and nobody can avoid the route because Perturabo has strategically dismantled every inferior alternative. Within six months the Iron Warriors control a significant percentage of regional trade. Guilliman is furious because the toll system violates seventeen logistical agreements. Perturabo sends him an invoice for reviewing the complaint.
Jaghatai Khan
He looks at the legion’s bikes, at the endless Imperial shipping delays and sees an opportunity. The White Scars launch a premium courier service promising same system delivery within hours. The service becomes wildly popular because it is the only Imperial delivery network that doesn’t lose parcels for seventy years.
Customers can pay extra for express pursuit where the courier delivers while being actively chased by local authorities. Jaghatai personally delivers one small birthday package because he happens to be going that way.
Russ
Russ announces that anyone who can outdrink a Space Wolf wins a chest of Fenrisian treasure. Entry fees are enormous, thousands arrive but nobody wins. They raise further money by selling tickets to watch challengers attempt it.
Bjorn points out that the cost of repairing the hall after each evening is almost equal to their profits so Russ responds by moving the event outdoors. A noble demands a refund after discovering that the treasure is mostly carved bones, wolf pelts and a drinking horn the legion insists once belonged to a king. The king in question is Russ himself.
Dorn
Everyone laughs when Dorn proposes a bake sale and stops laughing when they see the operation. The Imperial Fists construct a fortified bakery complex with twelve production lines, regulated ingredient storage, defensive queues and exact portion control. Every cake is structurally flawless, every biscuit has identical dimensions and the gingerbread houses can survive artillery fire. Dorn personally inspects the icing for integrity.
The sale becomes the largest in Imperial history serving billions across multiple worlds. Unfortunately the food is almost aggressively plain. Fulgrim secretly adds decorations to several batches, Dorn notices immediately but allows it because sales increase by 23%.
Konrad Curze
Curze doesn’t understand why everyone is disturbed by his haunted house fundraiser. He has simply created an immersive educational experience demonstrating the consequences of criminal behaviour. Visitors enter expecting fake blood, actors and cheap scares but end up receiving a 4 hours long personalised psychological nightmare based on their secret guilt.
Attendance is enormous because people keep daring each other to go inside. The legion also sells souvenir photographs taken at the precise moment each guest realises the screams aren’t coming from hidden speakers. The Night Lords make a fortune. The fundraiser is shut down after several planetary governors confess to crimes nobody previously knew they had committed.
Sanguinius
Sanguinius merely announces that he will attend a fundraising gala and every noble within five sectors immediately purchases a ticket. He performs one dance, gives a heartfelt speech about unity and auctions a feather that fell naturally from his wing. The bidding causes a minor diplomatic incident.
Several people donate entire moons. The Blood Angels also sell paintings, jewellery, illuminated manuscripts and small handcrafted angel ornaments made by legionaries who are deeply embarrassed to be enjoying themselves.
Ferrus Manus
Ferrus considers merchandise beneath him until he discovers what civilian mechanics charge. The Iron Hands open repair stations offering vehicle maintenance, industrial reconstruction, weapon refurbishment and emergency augmentation repair. The work is excellent despite the customer service being terrifying.
A man brings in a broken agricultural engine and receives it back capable of towing a Titan. Ferrus begins selling durable tools under the brand name Manus Industrial, they become famous for never breaking.
Angron
He rejects every fundraising idea until someone suggests that people might pay the World Eaters to destroy things, suddenly he becomes interested. The Legion offers rapid demolition services for obsolete fortresses, condemned hive districts, enemy monuments and structures described vaguely as in the way. Business is excellent.
Customers are required to evacuate the area and sign a document acknowledging that precision is a flexible concept. Angron especially enjoys demolishing statues of tyrants. When a mining colony can’t afford the payment he personally destroys their overseer’s palace for free.
Roboute Guilliman
Guilliman creates a twelve stage financial recovery programme involving taxation reform, supply chain optimisation, public bonds, trade incentives, infrastructure investment and transparent accounting. It works perfectly but nobody finds it entertaining.
He publishes a practical guide titled Legionary Fiscal Stability in Times of Administrative Disruption. It sells three copies, one is sold to Dorn, Malcador and the last to Perturabo who writes furious notes in every margin. Guilliman eventually raises most of the funds by licensing Ultramar’s logistics systems to other Imperial institutions.
Mortarion
He initially declares that the Death Guard will survive without funds since they can reuse equipment, endure hardship and march without supplies. His Legion respectfully explains that ammunition still costs money so Mortarion reluctantly begins offering pest eradication services.
Toxic vermin? Fungal infestation? Mutant insects? Contaminated sewers? The Death Guard eliminates everything, often including the building. Customers are impressed by the permanent results. Mortarion refuses to advertise but word spreads after an entire agriworld is cleared of parasites in one afternoon. They also sell hardy medicinal herbs from Barbarus.
Magnus the Red
He charges tuition for lectures on history, philosophy, mathematics, astronomy, linguistics, psychic theory and subjects he invents halfway through explaining them. The courses are genuinely extraordinary, the reading list is six thousand books long and students receive additional assignments through dreams. Ahriman runs the administrative office and hasn't slept in months.
Magnus also offers personalized fortune readings to wealthy patrons but becomes annoyed when they ask shallow questions about romance and inheritance.
Horus
He convinces everyone else that funding the Luna Wolves is their own brilliant idea. Merchant dynasties offer sponsorships, planetary rulers donate resources, military manufacturers provide equipment in exchange for endorsements.
He hosts exclusive dinners where wealthy guests pay for the privilege of hearing him remember their names. By the end of the month the legion has more funds than before the budget freeze. Guilliman suspects corruption but can’t prove anything. Horus invites him to discuss it over dinner and he nearly agrees.
Lorgar
Lorgar declares that giving isn’t payment but an expression of spiritual devotion and pilgrims begin donating voluntarily. The Word Bearers produce commemorative candles, devotional scrolls, medallions, blessed bookmarks, miniature icons, premium seating at sermons and limited edition relic containers.
Erebus proposes a subscription tier and Lorgar initially objects until he sees the projected revenue. The most expensive package includes a personalised theological letter from Lorgar and priority access to new revelations.
Vulkan
The legion organises a huge public festival with food, games, crafts, smithing demonstrations, music and activities for children. Vulkan forges prizes himself and the Salamanders run cooking stalls, repair household tools for free and teach civilians basic safety skills.
The fundraiser is supposed to last one day but it continues for a week because nobody wants to leave. Vulkan spends so much money ensuring everyone is fed that the Legion initially makes almost no profit until people begin donating out of sheer affection.
Corvus
Corvus refuses public appearances but quietly publishes a small collection of poetry under a pseudonym and it becomes an enormous success. Readers describe it as haunting and profoundly moving. Corax denies writing it and the Raven Guard deny knowing who wrote it.
Every poem contains increasingly obvious references to ravens, liberation and a very specific tower on Deliverance. Collectors pay huge sums for signed copies and Corax signs them only with a tiny black feather symbol. He also runs an anonymous crowdfunding campaign for community liberation initiatives, the campaign exceeds its goal by 800%.
Alpharius and Omegon
The Alpha Legion launches a charity lottery, a private security company, a rival private security company, a campaign exposing corruption in the first company, a fund dedicated to investigating the campaign, a merchandise shop selling I Am Alpharius shirts, a second merchandise shop claiming the first is fraudulent and a reward for information about who owns either shop.
The Legion’s budget is restored but Imperial auditors can’t determine whether the Alpha Legion raised funds, stole them, invested them or somehow convinced the Administratum that the budget was never frozen.
Through an accounting error of truly imperial proportions the Administratum has frozen every legion’s budget and each primarch is informed that until the matter is resolved they must somehow raise funds themselves.
The Emperor calls it an opportunity to demonstrate initiative, Malcador calls it extremely funny.
Lion El’Jonson
The Lion refuses to explain his finances to anyone. He announces an exclusive survival experience on Caliban where wealthy nobles may pay an obscene entrance fee for the honour of hunting alongside the Dark Angels. They are given ceremonial weapons, expensive cloaks and absolutely no useful information about what lives in the forest.
The Lion disappears into the trees without warning, half the guests are lost within an hour and the survivors return three days later, traumatised, missing shoes and convinced they have experienced a profound spiritual awakening. They charges extra for extraction and the Dark Angels raise enough money to fund three campaigns, though nobody is entirely certain how many guests came back.
Fulgrim
He immediately understands that the legion possesses the most valuable commodity in the galaxy: himself. He commissions a series of tasteful signed portraits in increasingly elaborate armour. There are standard prints, metallic prints, scented prints, holographic prints and one extremely expensive edition where Fulgrim has personally applied a single brushstroke. Collectors begin fighting over serial numbers.
The Emperor’s Children also release calendars, commemorative coins, perfume, statuettes and a lavish book titled The Art of Fulgrim: Volume One of Twelve. The Legion’s finances recover overnight.
Perturabo
He refuses to participate in what he calls performative financial humiliation and spends four months constructing the most efficient interplanetary shipping route ever devised. It reduces journey times by 40%, avoids warp instability, includes fortified rest stations and can withstand a direct orbital bombardment… then he installs toll gates.
Everybody must pay and nobody can avoid the route because Perturabo has strategically dismantled every inferior alternative. Within six months the Iron Warriors control a significant percentage of regional trade. Guilliman is furious because the toll system violates seventeen logistical agreements. Perturabo sends him an invoice for reviewing the complaint.
Jaghatai Khan
He looks at the legion’s bikes, at the endless Imperial shipping delays and sees an opportunity. The White Scars launch a premium courier service promising same system delivery within hours. The service becomes wildly popular because it is the only Imperial delivery network that doesn’t lose parcels for seventy years.
Customers can pay extra for express pursuit where the courier delivers while being actively chased by local authorities. Jaghatai personally delivers one small birthday package because he happens to be going that way.
Russ
Russ announces that anyone who can outdrink a Space Wolf wins a chest of Fenrisian treasure. Entry fees are enormous, thousands arrive but nobody wins. They raise further money by selling tickets to watch challengers attempt it.
Bjorn points out that the cost of repairing the hall after each evening is almost equal to their profits so Russ responds by moving the event outdoors. A noble demands a refund after discovering that the treasure is mostly carved bones, wolf pelts and a drinking horn the legion insists once belonged to a king. The king in question is Russ himself.
Dorn
Everyone laughs when Dorn proposes a bake sale and stops laughing when they see the operation. The Imperial Fists construct a fortified bakery complex with twelve production lines, regulated ingredient storage, defensive queues and exact portion control. Every cake is structurally flawless, every biscuit has identical dimensions and the gingerbread houses can survive artillery fire. Dorn personally inspects the icing for integrity.
The sale becomes the largest in Imperial history serving billions across multiple worlds. Unfortunately the food is almost aggressively plain. Fulgrim secretly adds decorations to several batches, Dorn notices immediately but allows it because sales increase by 23%.
Konrad Curze
Curze doesn’t understand why everyone is disturbed by his haunted house fundraiser. He has simply created an immersive educational experience demonstrating the consequences of criminal behaviour. Visitors enter expecting fake blood, actors and cheap scares but end up receiving a 4 hours long personalised psychological nightmare based on their secret guilt.
Attendance is enormous because people keep daring each other to go inside. The legion also sells souvenir photographs taken at the precise moment each guest realises the screams aren’t coming from hidden speakers. The Night Lords make a fortune. The fundraiser is shut down after several planetary governors confess to crimes nobody previously knew they had committed.
Sanguinius
Sanguinius merely announces that he will attend a fundraising gala and every noble within five sectors immediately purchases a ticket. He performs one dance, gives a heartfelt speech about unity and auctions a feather that fell naturally from his wing. The bidding causes a minor diplomatic incident.
Several people donate entire moons. The Blood Angels also sell paintings, jewellery, illuminated manuscripts and small handcrafted angel ornaments made by legionaries who are deeply embarrassed to be enjoying themselves.
Ferrus Manus
Ferrus considers merchandise beneath him until he discovers what civilian mechanics charge. The Iron Hands open repair stations offering vehicle maintenance, industrial reconstruction, weapon refurbishment and emergency augmentation repair. The work is excellent despite the customer service being terrifying.
A man brings in a broken agricultural engine and receives it back capable of towing a Titan. Ferrus begins selling durable tools under the brand name Manus Industrial, they become famous for never breaking.
Angron
He rejects every fundraising idea until someone suggests that people might pay the World Eaters to destroy things, suddenly he becomes interested. The Legion offers rapid demolition services for obsolete fortresses, condemned hive districts, enemy monuments and structures described vaguely as in the way. Business is excellent.
Customers are required to evacuate the area and sign a document acknowledging that precision is a flexible concept. Angron especially enjoys demolishing statues of tyrants. When a mining colony can’t afford the payment he personally destroys their overseer’s palace for free.
Roboute Guilliman
Guilliman creates a twelve stage financial recovery programme involving taxation reform, supply chain optimisation, public bonds, trade incentives, infrastructure investment and transparent accounting. It works perfectly but nobody finds it entertaining.
He publishes a practical guide titled Legionary Fiscal Stability in Times of Administrative Disruption. It sells three copies, one is sold to Dorn, Malcador and the last to Perturabo who writes furious notes in every margin. Guilliman eventually raises most of the funds by licensing Ultramar’s logistics systems to other Imperial institutions.
Mortarion
He initially declares that the Death Guard will survive without funds since they can reuse equipment, endure hardship and march without supplies. His Legion respectfully explains that ammunition still costs money so Mortarion reluctantly begins offering pest eradication services.
Toxic vermin? Fungal infestation? Mutant insects? Contaminated sewers? The Death Guard eliminates everything, often including the building. Customers are impressed by the permanent results. Mortarion refuses to advertise but word spreads after an entire agriworld is cleared of parasites in one afternoon. They also sell hardy medicinal herbs from Barbarus.
Magnus the Red
He charges tuition for lectures on history, philosophy, mathematics, astronomy, linguistics, psychic theory and subjects he invents halfway through explaining them. The courses are genuinely extraordinary, the reading list is six thousand books long and students receive additional assignments through dreams. Ahriman runs the administrative office and hasn't slept in months.
Magnus also offers personalized fortune readings to wealthy patrons but becomes annoyed when they ask shallow questions about romance and inheritance.
Horus
He convinces everyone else that funding the Luna Wolves is their own brilliant idea. Merchant dynasties offer sponsorships, planetary rulers donate resources, military manufacturers provide equipment in exchange for endorsements.
He hosts exclusive dinners where wealthy guests pay for the privilege of hearing him remember their names. By the end of the month the legion has more funds than before the budget freeze. Guilliman suspects corruption but can’t prove anything. Horus invites him to discuss it over dinner and he nearly agrees.
Lorgar
Lorgar declares that giving isn’t payment but an expression of spiritual devotion and pilgrims begin donating voluntarily. The Word Bearers produce commemorative candles, devotional scrolls, medallions, blessed bookmarks, miniature icons, premium seating at sermons and limited edition relic containers.
Erebus proposes a subscription tier and Lorgar initially objects until he sees the projected revenue. The most expensive package includes a personalised theological letter from Lorgar and priority access to new revelations.
Vulkan
The legion organises a huge public festival with food, games, crafts, smithing demonstrations, music and activities for children. Vulkan forges prizes himself and the Salamanders run cooking stalls, repair household tools for free and teach civilians basic safety skills.
The fundraiser is supposed to last one day but it continues for a week because nobody wants to leave. Vulkan spends so much money ensuring everyone is fed that the Legion initially makes almost no profit until people begin donating out of sheer affection.
Corvus
Corvus refuses public appearances but quietly publishes a small collection of poetry under a pseudonym and it becomes an enormous success. Readers describe it as haunting and profoundly moving. Corax denies writing it and the Raven Guard deny knowing who wrote it.
Every poem contains increasingly obvious references to ravens, liberation and a very specific tower on Deliverance. Collectors pay huge sums for signed copies and Corax signs them only with a tiny black feather symbol. He also runs an anonymous crowdfunding campaign for community liberation initiatives, the campaign exceeds its goal by 800%.
Alpharius and Omegon
The Alpha Legion launches a charity lottery, a private security company, a rival private security company, a campaign exposing corruption in the first company, a fund dedicated to investigating the campaign, a merchandise shop selling I Am Alpharius shirts, a second merchandise shop claiming the first is fraudulent and a reward for information about who owns either shop.
The Legion’s budget is restored but Imperial auditors can’t determine whether the Alpha Legion raised funds, stole them, invested them or somehow convinced the Administratum that the budget was never frozen.
Sure I guess Dappled Forest is pretty. But with how biomes are generated, sometimes it is annoying to find these new biomes in survival without an Elytra. And no, I refuse to spend my very limited play hours walking around in hopes to find a Pale garden, mangrove swamp, or a cherry grove. That's why I am not as excited to see another biome that it will take me hours to find in my survival world.
But the other three? Oh yeah. I will definitely have some use in wool slabs and stairs. I just wish concrete also has these variations but oh well. One step at a time.
Straw bed is a godsend especially when exploring or farming. Never have I to worry about resetting my spawn just to skip the day. And also, it gives more functionality to the hay bale, which is a plus.
But the main event is the cushion. I know the feeling of adding chairs (aka stairs and banners and trapdoors) without being able to sit on them. So I am glad Mojang finally found a way to get that to happen while also allowing it to be functional on other ways. I am looking forward to the release of this drop because man. I am going to replace my water elevators with this one.
A primarch [unnamed, take your pick] has a difficult conversation with his most treasured person.
[May expand upon this, it depends on how I feel after finishing what I'm currently working on]
He knows what he must do, though he's not sure he has the heart to do it. Which means he must do it.
"Hey, there you are" Your voice comes from behind him. "What are you doing?"
He turns his gaze from the far horizon, and finds you hovering in the doorway to your home, looking up at him with a softness only you had ever showed him.
"Leaving."
You blink, your head tilting to the side.
"What?" Your voice is still light, filled with confusion. The weight of his answer has not yet settled upon you.
He looks away, knowing that if he did not, he would falter.
"I am leaving. And I do not expect I will return."
Silence. He can imagine how your expression must shift as his words etch into your memory. How it's twisting in further confusion, then realization and heartbreak.
"I don't...understand. Have I- have I done something wrong?"
He cements himself further into his spot, forcing himself with every bit of willpower he has to not turn and face you. To not throw himself at your feet and beg you forget he ever said anything. To not stay.
"No," He will not, however, let you believe that you are the one in the wrong. "No, you have done nothing more than be everything I wanted. Everything I needed. You- your crime is your perfection, nothing more."
You make a soft broken confused noise. He continues speaking.
"It is...my own fault. When I first came to this place, I had not thought myself capable of this kind of attachment. But then you fell into my hands and suddenly I ached for more than what I was given. More than what I deserved."
He takes a breath. It's shaky. Weak.
"This is not the life I was made for. Your peace and comfort are not meant for someone like me. I was created for war. To be bathed in darkness and blood for the sake of the Imperium and all it's people. To consume and conquer planets at the behest of my father The Emperor, and to guard what we have already taken. If I stay here, with you, I..."
Another breath. Another mental reminder to remain firm. That this was the best decision to be made for both of you.
"I would abandon everything. I would bring about the wrath of my father and brothers and I would lose you and everything we have built together in ways I cannot bring myself to imagine."
He swallows, and finally dares to turn- wishing immediately that he hadn't. The sight of your tears makes him ill.
"I am leaving because that is the safest option for you. If I could, I would stay here at your side for the end of time itself. I would help you build your garden and carry your groceries and sleep in peace with your warmth next to me. But I cannot. And I cannot bring you with me."
He looks away again, unable to take another painful second of your sadness.
"This is...this is my final goodbye to you."
He should move now. Should begin walking away, leaving you behind for good. He would not come back to you after this- he would not allow it. Because if he did, he knew that he would never want to part from you in any way again.
But he doesn't. He stands there, frozen, like a fool, and just listens to your sniffles and soft sobs from behind him. He lets you shuffle closer to him, flinching when he feels the weight of you as you try to wrap around him.
"Please," You whimper. "Please don't go."
"I must-" His voice breaks in a way it never truly has, his own tears forming, but not falling. He would not cry in front of you- not if he could help it. He swallows, then clears his throat, and tries again. "I must."
You sob his name, and something inside him breaks irreparably. He will never forget that sound.
"I have a duty- one that if I do not return to soon, will eventually come knocking and I- I cannot bear the thought of what happens then. I love you, more than I will ever be able to say. I will carry the memory of you with me until my final breath, and there will be no other that will ever fill the hole you will leave in my heart."
His face burns with traitorous tears.
"Release me. Life a life better than this- with someone more deserving of you. And please- do not forgive me."
That moment when you stumbled on an enclosed, wide open area, then you hear the choir singing in Latin, and a health bar starts growing at the bottom of the screen.
(SpyXFamily ch 137 spoilers)
Seriously, Endo cooks better when he takes a break after every arc. This chapter is definitely worth the wait.
It's funny that the moment people are wondering whatever happened to Fiona and Donovan, Endo be like "surprise motherfucker". With Anya also getting into the symposium, I am wondering if we can finally get a hint on what Donovan is really up to.
And I am also glad this has been finally addressed. There's no way Twilight's stomach can survive after that encounter with the SSS.
Lol and that hairline fracture in the hand.... is that because Yor held his hand in the previous chapter?
With Twilight out of commission, I am excited to see how this arc turns out. Who knows what kind of banger will be seeing next.
I love how action and character development plot this arc is despite it being a silly house party arc.
With all the silly spy shenanigans, it's easy to forget that Twilight, Yor, and Yuri are products of a war that caused trauma on them, and by now they're slowly learning to let go of the "crutches" they had to get through life.
(Well, except Twilight who is still in denial phase).
And at this point Chloe is the most well adjusted person in this crew (and I'm glad she's here)
I love how the TV Station drama did an impact on Yuri. With him now admitting that he doesn't hate Loid, I wonder how Endo will deliver the payload revelation.
But of course the cherry on top is this:
Endo is stirring the TwiYor pot. (I can see that shoujo filter on Loid loool)
(Guilliman's most defining trait is not his MS Excel brain. For me it's his ability to show up and do what's needed to be done even when everything turns to shit)
🦅 RAVENCLAW
Magnus the Red, Jaghatai Khan, Lorgar Aurelian, Angron, Konrad Curze
(Interesting group tbh. I placed Angron here because he can be quite perceptive when he is not influenced by the Nails. Dunno if I should put him in Gryffindor instead but there's too many primarchs there. I placed Jaghatai here because he is a FREEEE BIIIRRD!)
🐍 SLYTHERIN
Horus, Perturabo, Alpharius / Omegon
(Ok so Horus and Alpharius are self explanatory. I placed Perturabo here because he is one ambitious bastard. His creations and thinking is always in the service to his ambition to be recognized.)
I know we all love some TwiYor, but the most hilarious thing for me in chapter 135 is the fact that WISE Agents got hunted because of the SSS Director's petty ass. 🤣
Handler should get a man in the SSS whose sole mission is to keep the Director happy lol.
Twilight when Yor is around: Yor is an important asset to the mission. I have to keep her away from compromising situations so my cover won't be blown. Also, she is a good leverage to get me out of this mess. I just have to strategize carefully.
Twilight when Yor is not around: Yes, I love her.
Man, this guy's insides will fully disintegrate when he finally realizes what he is finally feeling
