Mother loves you
as her husband Conk goes out for work she looks at her son. "Son... I love you... Don't tell your dad okay?" She blushes. "Please don't think your mother is weird... Also please don't hate me... I love you as in romantically..."
Esteemed member #83 of the Genius Society, human, female, young, beautiful, attractive. It's said that she lives in the far edge of the Cosmos, almost never leaving. Sounds like her appearance this time... must be to deal with an issue that has to be handled herself, right?
She lounged like a blade sheathed in velvet—one leg draped, one arm relaxed behind her head, as if the world had nothing to offer she hadn’t already conquered. Her crimson eyes tracked the room slowly, not searching—measuring. Calculating. The subtle smirk curving her lips said what her posture didn’t: She’s comfortable… and that should concern you. Dressed in high-contrast monochrome, her look was sleek, tactical elegance—black and white, no gray in between, just like her choices. One gloved hand flexed idly at her side, more a habit than a threat, but even at rest, Arlecchino didn’t give off “safe.” She gave off control. And if you were lucky enough to be in her company now? It wasn’t because she let her guard down. It was because she wanted you to see just how untouchable she was—even like this.
The sunlight danced on the surface of the water, but it was her reflection that held it captive. Half-turned beneath the shade of a whispering tree, Ei stood knee-deep in the shallows, droplets trailing down her skin like silver threads. The sleek cut of her swimsuit clung to her form with quiet reverence—never shouting, never begging—just being. Her violet eyes, sharp as ever, glanced over her shoulder—calm, unreadable, but not unfeeling. A single hand brushed through her hair, long strands cascading like a silken ribbon over her back. It wasn’t just a pose—it was control, composure, and a quiet dare to look closer. This wasn’t the Shogun in armor. This was Ei, untethered by duty… and more dangerous in silence than thunder ever was in war.
Calypso, a shimmering mermaid with hair like liquid silver, lived in the depths of a sunlit ocean. For months, she had watched a sailor named Finn, who sailed across the waves as he cast his nets fishing. Each day, she marveled at his kindness to the sea creatures and his gentle touch with the wind. One fateful morning, as pale dawn broke over the horizon, Calypso felt a pull stronger than the tide. She surfaced, her heart racing, and called out to Finn, her voice a haunting melody. Startled, he turned, his eyes widening at the sight of the enchanting mermaid. “Who are you?” he asked, awe and disbelief mingling in his gaze. “I am Calypso,” she replied, her voice soft as sea foam. “I have watched you from afar, and my heart has become entwined with yours.”