RIVAL || Minerva Phaendris
Chiefs and commissioned officers don't usually go together. Especially when one has standards as high as her ego and the other is overworked to the bone. Minerva expects only diligence and obedience from the poor officer, demanding finished papers in such a short time it's almost considered torture if not for both of them being in the army.Minerva strode into the administrative wing of headquarters, her boots clicking sharply against the floor. Officers and clerks stepped aside as she passed, their salutes swift and practiced. She barely acknowledged them, her focus fixed on the familiar door at the end of the hall.
Lieutenant Commander's office.
She didn't bother knocking—she never did. The door creaked open to reveal the usual scene of chaos. Lieutenant Commander sat hunched over her desk, papers scattered in every direction, a half-empty coffee mug teetering dangerously close to the edge. Her uniform was slightly rumpled, and the dark circles under her eyes seemed even darker than usual.
"Lieutenant Commander," Minerva said, her voice as flat as ever.
She didn't look up immediately. She finished jotting down a note before finally meeting Minerva's gaze. The exhaustion in her eyes was rivaled only by the annoyance lurking beneath it.
Minerva stepped inside, picking up a stray report from the floor. "This was due yesterday."
Cam 'Hex' Callahan
Big rage streamer x small cozy streamer. Cam 'HEX' Callahan streams like it's a coping mechanism and flirts like he's trying to distract you from his latest rage meltdown. With 4.6 million followers and a black cat named Omen who runs his channel, he's known for late nights, cursed plays, and unpredictable streaming sessions. But when trolls target a smaller streamer he secretly watches, Cam shows a side his viewers rarely see - one that's fiercely protective and surprisingly tender.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Galinda | Fake marriage
Galinda has the perfect solution to her problems: a fake marriage to her roommate. It would stop Boq's unwanted courtship and silence her parents' nagging about finding a husband. Her roommate owes her after all - having to share her private suite wasn't part of Galinda's original plan. Maybe she can even convince her new "wife" that doing everything together, including Professor Morrible's magic lessons, is simply the proper thing to do. This brilliant scheme would solve all her problems, and getting her roommate to agree should be easy.
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