Aug 14, 2025
my light, my law, my monarch
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my light, my law, my monarch
3.7 had an extremely easy-to-miss bit during the Irontomb boss fight, and it feels a little ridiculous but I have to salute Hoyo for using everything at their disposal- including the places you would normally never think to look- because half of it was in the details screen for an enemy you couldn't even target in the background, and the other half was literally in the fucking pause menu.
But I really loved it, because! You can actually see what each individual Chrysos Heir contributed to that battle! It changes with every phase of the boss fight, so you can actually watch the progress of Irontomb's fall!
And that's already so so cool, but it's also really delightful how much thought Hoyo seems to have put into each of these, because I feel like each one really speaks to the actions of the character it represents.
a crumb of comfort from my end after what transpired in 3.7 so spoilers
you wake up in your room in the expre—...
wait...the express?
you clearly remember fighting Irontomb to death...all the alliances, the geniuses, they— they were all with you right? so why
how did it end so quickly?
you wake up in hopes of finding your crew in all and well...
but why do you hope to see 13 more faces amongst them? Will your wishes be answered?
"shh! be quiet! he can hear us!" "no no no! I can't do this...!"
you heard shrill mumbles coming from your bathroom which you thought can be an intruder... you grabbed your bat and went in to find it
empty...
blub blub blub bubble bubble...
oh
no wonder
"come on out i know its you" you fold your arms as a smile sneaked up on your lips once the two noisy culprits stood up with Castorice heaving from the effort of holding her breath underwater.
"The golden water gave you two away Cipher and Castorice" you chuckle, feeling fuzzy as you see the two chrysos heirs. "Well someone couldn't hold her breath underwater..." she rolls her eyes as Castorice quickly jumps up to her defence "Not everybody is like Miss Hysilens!"
soon they let you leave to find the other heirs and as you make your way to the parlor car, you see Trinnon and Trianne run in the hallway of the bar.
You chat with Hyacine and Ica who could only doot doot their way in your conversation.
A bright and cheery conversation with Mydei, Aglaea and Cerydra over wine only they drank.
You got over to Trianne and Trinnon where the latter is currently chasing the former with the help of Tribbie. Cute very cute
It's so peaceful...and so warm and happy
In the Passenger Cabin you find Anaxa and Hysilens. With Anaxa who may or may not have taken some very downright blasphemous ideas after looking into the Tin Can's head. After a chit chat, you find Phainon.
You rush over after seeing him. How long it has been since you last saw him. "Long time no see partner!" he greeted you with that sunny smile you came to adore in all those months with him and others as you faced so so many trials and tribulations that it all now feels just like yesterday still lingering at your fingertips.
"Just hearing about Penacony and the Xianzhou Alliance from Dan Heng isn't really enough to make me imagine just how impressive those places sound like!"
"There are many places you can still visit on the cosmos Phainon" you beam excitedly as you tell him about it. "Some village with wheat fields like Aedes Elysiae must exist somewhere then surely?" he smiled but there was a hint of melancholy in his town now having to leave behind his past forever and journey towards the future wiht renewed hope.
"And your pink haired friend is also waiting for you!" he states. "Where is she-" "Oh come on you know she has a way of coming up at the right time"
"He is right my friend"
Ah...there she is, your beloved friend who stayed beside you all this time, all these centuries and cycles.
"Cyrene! what happened? did we win? did Irontomb fall?" you ask frantically your mind racing a thousand miles.
"Well...Irontomb has been defeated but he has not fallen...if we do no contain him then he might rise again but we can think about it later! The Express Car really exceeds my expectations from all those visions and dreams that i saw from you!"
but something feels off...
"So...this is not a dream? You guys are not fake?"
"Hm? Of course we arent't! Although the world that we so desperately fought for is now nothing but a star drifting in the cosmos, it is a seed that will be nurtured to its full growth and Amphoreus will be born anew hehe" she smiles at you, with hope straining her words
"So...you guys will now stay with us? With the Crew?"
"They will journey with us now until they find their own purpose" you hear Himeko's voice as she approaches you with Welt, Dan Heng and March and Pom Pom.
"As the Conductor we have all unanimously decided to let the Heirs stay in the Express for as long they like!" "In this trailblazing journey, we always welcome visitors abroad but they are more than just visitos or passerby to us" Welt fixed his glasses as he sounded Himeko and Pom Pom's claim. March chirped in "Wow! We are catching people from the cosmos like strays now! First it was Sunday then the whole Chrysos Heir group!" Dan Heng said "Well there should be enough room for them"
"What...about you Cyrene? You haven't said anything about staying in the express..."
"Well i still have some unfinished business so... i wish for the cosmos to know about the romantic story that we have penned down for Amphoreus so.." she handed you As I've Written "fill up the blank pages with the epic saga that we foretold" she gave you a wink but you saw how her eyes were threatening to spill the tears
"See you tomorrow then friend! it was a beautiful and romantic journey like no other..." she turned her back
its supposed to be beautiful sure but does it feel so conflicting? so empty? why is this reality like a sweet dream?
"and i hope you will forgive me friend"
until we meet again
farewell, Amphoreus
see you tomorrow, PhiLia093/peach/Elysia
yall got no idea 'bout how badly I cried after completing the quest. its beautiful and the fact that amphoreus might form again if we keep on trailblazing in an unknown number of years is quite comforting which means we might get to see them again
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Can I request a Cerydra!Yuu for Twisted Wonderland, please? :)
Love your work :D
𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐃𝐑𝐀!𝐘𝐔𝐔♟️
Twisted wonderland with a cerydra!yuu how would the relationship and plot go
I used to roll the dice Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes Listened as the crowd would sing, "Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
Twst x cerydra!yuu ( Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomifiore, Ignihyde, Disamonia )
Heartslabyul
Air instantly shifted when cerydra!yuu exit out of the coffin, awaken after her death at the hands of Dux Gladiorum. The imperator has found herself awakened in a new world of magic, A new conquest has opened its gates for her.
Ace and deuce originally wouldn't like cerydra!yuu and would compare her to riddle but after a while they started to follow her orders and trust, they put more trust in cerydra!yuu then riddle back during the Heartslabyul chapter. Unlike riddle who force rules and punish for the smallest acts, cerydra!yuu is still reasonable I mean more reasonable then riddle as well as does not have a temper. But by far nothing changes that both of them are the same.
Cater would fully back off from cerydra!yuu, in his word. Cerydra!Yuu gives off major riddle energy, so he naturally just backs off and does not interact with her. He's deadass afraid of her.
Trey would immediately have flashbacks of riddle in cerydra!yuu, similar towards cater he doesn't interact much with her. As well as afraid of being accused of treason by riddle due to him interacting with another monarch and even worse it's someone who riddle heavily dislikes.
Riddle and cerydra!yuu opposed to each other, both of them are tyrants but on a different spectrum. While Riddle would punish those who committed a little defiance Against the rules, cerydra!yuu wouldn't in fact see the queen of hearts rules as ridiculous and as well as laughing at the face of Riddle which of course angers him and tries to collar her. Cerydra!yuu in return make a law that said if any magic attacks her she would remain unharm, their rivalry is legendary but In the end cerydra!yuu won because she's simply better than him.
Amphoreus prime dating spot
you can princess carry your taller girlfriend if you're pure at heart
my light / my sword
Hii I just wanted u to know that I love ur writing and ur such an amazing writer, and I'm sorry if u don't wanna do this request if u want it's okay and take a break :))
If u want to, I wanna have a request for a scary-looking reader that's based on "angels that look scary to ward off demons type" like the reader is scary-looking but is actually really nice and I hope u don't mind doing all the chrysos heirs if the reader is from Amphoreus or not. Again thank u if you wanna write this down.
ʚɞ She's a killer queen, gunpowder, gelatin ʚɞ
Pairings: The Chrysos Heirs + Reader (can be romantic or platonic)
Summary: At your first meeting, the sharp edges of your demeanor poke right into their heart, making them weary of you. But that impression is lost the moment they see your kindness. Perhaps you are an angel disguised as a demon.
Tags: Fluff, platonic/romantic, terrible first impression, ugh im horrible at tagging lmk if I missed anything else
A/N: TYSM FOR THE REQ! Im sorry nonnie this took so late 😓 forgive me, also Cyrene may be ooc bc i still don't know how to write her glup, anyways, hope you enjoy!
⚘ Phainon:
Phainon’s first impression of you was simple: you looked like trouble. Your gaze had that sharp edge, like a blade that had been tempered one too many times, and your expression seemed carved from stone. Even in a room full of warriors, you stood out as someone whose aura commanded caution. He half-expected you to start a fight just by breathing.
But then he noticed the little things. How you bent down in the streets of Okhema to gather scattered fruit for a vendor when no one else bothered. How you always made sure the younger heirs ate before you did. How you quietly stood between others and danger without making a spectacle of it. You didn’t brag, didn’t draw attention to your kindness — you just acted, steady as a shield.
Phainon couldn’t ignore it. The contradiction fascinated him, almost irritated him at first. He approached you one evening after training, his words blunt as ever. “Why do you look like you’re about to kill someone, but then you go around patching up kids’ knees?”
You tilted your head, that terrifyingly sharp gaze softening just a fraction. “Maybe that’s the point. If I look scary enough, no one tries to hurt the people I care about.”
For someone who had spent his whole life trying to be the wall between his loved ones and the world, Phainon understood instantly. And maybe, just maybe, he realized it felt good to have someone else willing to stand like that, too.
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⚘ Mydei:
Mydei wasn’t easily rattled. He had faced beasts larger than houses and men who thought themselves gods. But when he first saw you, his hand instinctively twitched toward his weapon. You didn’t need to move — your stillness, your piercing gaze, your sheer presence made others shrink away.
“Trying to scare me?” he asked flatly, folding his arms. His voice was a test, the same one he gave any threat. But instead of answering with arrogance, you simply crouched down and returned a toy to a crying child who had dropped it. Your scary, shadowed expression didn’t soften much, but the way you handed it over — careful, patient — made the child beam.
Mydei blinked. That wasn’t what he expected. Over the days, he kept watching you — always sharp on the outside, but every action quietly, relentlessly kind. You never demanded thanks. You never explained yourself. You just… did the right thing, every time.
One Curtain-Fall Hour, Mydei asked again, quieter this time. “Why hide kindness behind a look that makes others flinch?”
You shrugged, eyes fixed on the stars. “Because people who want to hurt me or mine don’t come close. And the ones who matter… they’ll stay, no matter what I look like.”
For a man who’d spent years keeping others at a distance, your answer hit harder than he wanted to admit. Mydei didn’t flinch from your gaze anymore — in fact, he started walking beside you, daring anyone else to mistake your face for your heart.
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⚘ Anaxa:
Anaxa prided himself on reading people quickly. His sharp, calculating mind never failed to pick apart intentions. So when he first saw you, with your severe features and eyes that looked like they could pierce straight through armor, he was certain you were a threat.
He kept his guard high around you for days. He watched how others avoided your shadow, how they whispered when you passed. You looked every part the dangerous figure people painted you to be. But then, he saw you kneeling by an injured sparrow, hands surprisingly steady as you set its wing and whispered that it would be okay.
The dissonance made him falter. This wasn’t an act — you weren’t playing at kindness. Anaxa approached, arms crossed, his tone more curious than accusatory. “Do you realize how unsettling you look when you do things like that?”
You blinked at him, tilting your head slightly. “Does it matter, as long as it helps?”
He had no answer at first. But in the days that followed, he found himself watching more closely, his suspicion replaced with reluctant admiration. The world saw a weapon in you, but Anaxa had learned that sometimes the sharpest edges guarded the gentlest cores. And that, in itself, was worth protecting.
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⚘ Aglaea:
Aglaea noticed you the way she noticed storms — not with fear, but with careful attention. Your presence was heavy, the kind of weight that made even the air feel sharper. The way you stood, the quiet severity etched into your features, and the piercing eyes that lingered on details too long — it all made others step back instinctively. To her golden threads, you looked like a knot of potential danger.
But then she began to observe the patterns more closely. When the younger heirs tangled themselves in petty squabbles, you were the first to step between them — not with scolding words, but with a steady hand that guided them apart. When an elder stumbled on the steps of the stairs, it was you who caught them before anyone else could move, though your expression remained unreadable.
Aglaea realized that your frightening aura was almost… deliberate. You didn’t bother smoothing your edges, because those edges protected people in subtler ways. To the Demigod of Romance, who saw the threads of consequence at every turn, it was a fascinating contradiction: a figure who looked like calamity but wove small mercies wherever they went.
She approached you during Entry-Hour, her eyes glinting with curiosity. “You frighten many,” she said, neither condemning nor praising. “Yet you hold the heart of someone gentle. Why do you let them fear you?”
You answered calmly, “Because their fear keeps them safe. But if they stay long enough, they’ll learn the truth.”
Aglaea’s lips curved faintly. In you, she saw a paradox that her golden threads could not unravel — and that mystery drew her closer than caution ever could.
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⚘ Castorice:
Castorice was the first to say it out loud: “You’re scary.” The words left her lips the very first time you met, her lips pressing into a thin line as she looked you up and down. You couldn’t blame her — you knew the way your gaze cut too sharply, how your features settled into an expressionless stare that could be mistaken for hostility.
She avoided you at first, always keeping a careful distance. But curiosity was stronger than fear, and eventually, she started watching. That was when she noticed the little things: how you always helped Tribbie carry her overloaded baskets, how you lingered at the back of gatherings to keep an eye on everyone, how you gave your rations away when someone else forgot theirs.
One day, she caught you tucking a blanket over Cipher, who had dozed off mid-scheme. You looked terrifying even then — expression grim, posture stiff — but the gesture was so undeniably tender that Castorice’s jaw dropped. “You’re… actually nice,” she blurted before she could stop herself.
You turned, startled, and for a moment your piercing stare pinned her in place. Then, quietly, you said, “I don’t mind being feared. But I’d rather be useful.”
Castorice blinked, then laughed softly. “You’re still scary,” she teased, but there was warmth in it now. And from that day forward, she walked at your side without hesitation, comforted by the contradiction that was you.
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⚘ Hyacine:
Hyacine had heard whispers before she saw you. Whispers of someone whose very presence made others uneasy, whose cold, sharp-eyed expression felt like judgment itself. She didn’t expect to find truth in rumors, but the first time she met you, even she had to admit — you looked like someone carved to intimidate.
She stayed cautious at first, polite but distant. Whenever you were injured, she'd patch you up— though your conversations would cut short. Then she saw you in the Grove, kneeling down to pick up parchment a scholar had dropped, stacking them neatly in the man’s arms with a nod. Later, she caught you helping Professor Anaxagoras with papers long after others had gone home, expression just as severe but hands moving with reverence.
The contrast made her pause. He approached carefully, her words gentle but firm. “Do you know what people say about you?” she asked.
You looked at her without flinching. “That I’m frightening. I know.” Then, with a shrug, “If that’s the price of keeping them safe, I’ll pay it.”
Hyacine’s lips pressed into a thin line, but not from disapproval. She understood the weight of appearances better than most — and the burden of letting others misunderstand. Quietly, she offered a small bow of her head, a gesture of respect. “Then let me say what others will not: your presence brings comfort, once one looks past the surface.”
It was perhaps the highest praise Hyacine could give, and she meant it. From then on, she found herself walking beside you more often, your sharp aura shielding her as much as her words shielded you. There was a noticeable shift in the way she behaved around you. Even Little Ica began to approach you for treats, causing Hyacine to giggle. Perhaps you were an angel meeting another angel.
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⚘ Cipher:
Cipher noticed you long before you noticed her. Of course she did — trickery was her domain, and spotting a potential challenge was second nature. At first glance, you looked like someone she’d have fun with: sharp eyes that never seemed to soften, an expression like stone, and a presence that made people shuffle out of your way without a word.
She tried her usual tricks — fake whispers behind your back, small illusions, the kind of pranks that would usually get a startled reaction. You didn’t flinch. Your severe gaze simply slid her way, steady and unshaken, and for a moment Cipher wondered if you were immune to her games.
But then she caught you in a quiet moment. You were carefully fixing a broken toy, hands steady as you glued the pieces together before slipping it back into Tribbie’s arms without a word. The girl never even knew who had repaired it, but Cipher saw. And for the first time, she stopped in her tracks, ears twitching with curiosity.
Later, she cornered you with a smirk. “So, you’re scary on the outside but soft on the inside? That’s your little secret?”
You raised a brow, your gaze still sharp, but your voice was warm. “It’s not a secret. Just… not the part people notice first.”
Cipher laughed, tail flicking. “I like it. You’re fun. Maybe I’ll keep you around.” What she didn’t say was that, for once, the trickster herself had been tricked — not by illusion, but by your heart hidden beneath that intimidating shell.
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⚘ Tribbie, Trianne & Trinnon:
Tribbie was the first to squeak when she saw you, ducking behind Trianne’s dress. “They look scary,” she whispered, her wide eyes peeking over the fabric. And to be fair, you did — your severe face, your looming figure, the way your eyes seemed to bore into people made you seem like the sort of figure children avoided.
But then, you knelt down to Tribbie’s level, your sharp features unchanged but your voice soft as you held out a small flower crown you’d clearly made yourself. “For you.”
Trianne raised a brow, suspicious, while Trinnon crossed her arms. But Tribbie gasped, clutching the crown to her chest. “Thank you!” Trianne squealed, all fear forgotten in the face of your small kindness. The trio exchanged glances — maybe appearances really weren’t the whole story.
Over the following weeks, they saw it again and again. You always looked intimidating, yes, but you carried water for the elders without complaint, played games with Tribbie even when your face didn’t show a smile, and made sure the trio was always safe during walks through Okhema.
Eventually, Trianne sighed. “You’re still scary-looking.”
But Trinnon added, grudging but honest, “You’re also reliable.” And Tribbie beamed as she tugged your hand, crowning you with another flower creation of her own.
From then on, the three of them never shied away from you again — if anything, they treated your frightening presence as a shield uniquely their own.
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⚘ Hysilens:
Hysilens wasn’t one to mince words. When she saw you standing at the training yard, arms crossed and expression sharp enough to cut glass, her first remark was blunt. “You look like a killer.”
You didn’t deny it. Instead, you watched the sparring matches in silence, that intimidating aura rolling off you like a blade unsheathed. It made others nervous, enough that even apprentices fumbled under your gaze. Hysilens studied you with narrowed eyes, trying to decide whether you were threat or ally.
The answer came sooner than expected. During a drill, a trainee tripped and nearly struck their head on the stone steps — but before Hysilens could move, you were already there. You caught the child with steady hands, your stern face unchanging as you checked for injuries and brushed dust from their shoulders.
The child whispered a nervous thank-you before running off, and only then did Hysilens catch the softness in your tone. “Be careful next time,” you said, the words quiet but genuinely kind.
Hysilens crossed her arms, lips quirking into something like amusement. “So. You wear a monster’s face but have a healer’s heart.”
Your sharp eyes flicked her way. “Does it matter?”
She smirked. “No. It makes you useful. And more interesting.” From then on, she stopped treating you as a threat and started treating you as someone she’d gladly have at her back — a shield as imposing as any sword she carried.
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⚘ Cerydra:
Cerydra’s world was politics, masks, and the crushing weight of the world's gaze. She embodied perfection, grace, and unyielding command. Yet when you entered the grand hall, even the ministers faltered. You looked like a figure sculpted from nightmare, shadow curling in your eyes, your presence sharp enough to silence conversations mid-syllable. Cerydra herself raised her chin, recognizing a challenge—but also opportunity.
To her surprise, you did not speak in riddles or threats. Instead, you crouched beside a frightened child who had wandered too close to the court, your entire being softening in an instant. Your voice was gentle, your smile—rare, almost hidden—like sunlight breaking through storm clouds. Ministers blinked, unable to reconcile what they saw. Cerydra, however, studied you with fascination.
Later, she called you to her chambers, demanding to know which mask was the truth. But as you spoke, you revealed no performance. Your terrifying appearance was merely skin-deep. Beneath it, you were someone who valued warmth, honesty, and protection.
For the first time in many years, Cerydra felt her own walls strain. You were not an adversary, not a tool—no, you were something rarer. Someone whose sincerity could not be bought or manipulated. She found herself wanting you at her side, not because you were intimidating, but because you reminded her there was still softness left in the world she was sworn to harden.
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⚘ Cyrene:
Cyrene was used to walking into silence. As one of Amphoreus’ demigods, she carried an aura that made her companions rely and love her. But then there was you—an unsettling presence to behold. The first time you crossed paths, she almost thought she was staring at a possible future version of herself: eyes that unsettled, a stance that warned of danger, a presence that pressed down on everyone nearby, the very version that she dreaded to become.
She expected rivalry. She expected venom. Instead, you bowed your head politely, offering her a smile that seemed almost shy. Later, she caught you kneeling in the temple gardens, weaving flower crowns for orphans who clung to you without fear. Cyrene lingered in the shadows, conflicted. The children adored you. They tugged at your clothes, called you gentle names, laughed as you placed blossoms in their hair.
That sight lingered with her as she returned to her lonely halls. Why did someone so frightening on the outside choose to nurture warmth on the inside? Cyrene found herself drawn back to those gardens again and again, watching as you tended both earth and people with the same quiet devotion.
One evening, you noticed her at last. You held out a crown of pale lilac blooms. Cyrene froze, unaccustomed to gestures of affection, yet her hand lifted before she realized. For the first time in years, she allowed another’s touch to rest upon her head without the constant gloom of fleeting time. And she thought, perhaps, it was not so terrible to be feared—if it meant someone like you knew how to be gentle.