From this point forward, the lemons of this story will be posted in Sinful's Drabbles, that way those who want to read it can, and those who don't want to don't have to. Sorry for those who do enjoy the lemons, but I feel that this is a fair compromise.


Aspico Sinil, known online as OmniPale, sighed contently as she logged out of her group chat with LS and BF. she had at least one more chat she wanted to make before this game that they would all be playing, and figured she would get something to eat first.

Aspico got up from her chair and looked over her hive. As an olive green blooded troll, she had been naturally drawn to the idea of building her hive into something pre-existing, and had her lusus help her make her home out of a large rocky hill. Said lusus kept her nest at the top of the hive while Aspico went about her business within it.

Aspico stretched out her limbs and walked across the room to check herself in the mirror. Her medium length hair was smooth as always. She wasn't sure how precisely it did that without her trying to, which annoyed other females, troll and human alike, to no end.

In effort to avoid this, she retrieved a comb from her memory moud-having to first find the two cards matching the idem, and fixed her hair to look more like the tangled scruffy locks that her lusus had. She always liked the look.

Aspico also took the time to clean her horns. They were thin and pointed back, and she was always paranoid about things getting stuck on them where she couldn't see. Content that they were clean., she went to retrieve food for herself, and to check on her lusus.

She poked her head out of the small hatch built in the top of the hive, seeing her semi-humanoid, feathery lusus sitting in her large nest atop the hive, content as always. She'd gathered fish to eat from somewhere, and was currently munching away.

Elegant as Aspico often thought her lusus was, this smelled less than pleasant, and so she retreated back inside, grabbed a loaf of bread she'd bought from the human kingdom, and returned to her grubtop desk.

She enjoyed taking pieces of the fluffy white grain food as she chatted and gamed, never really liking having to spend time specifically on eating when there were other things she could do with the time.

She gave a cursory examination to the notepad she had by her desk. On it was a small list of the names of her friends and semi-friends and their relations to each other, past, present, and potential future.

She was remarkable at keeping track of it all, or at least her friends told her so, she had a hard time believing she was any better at it than any of the others would be if they just set a little time and memory space aside for it.

As usual, the only relationship marked to be currently in progress was the black relationship between Furlok and Brendon. She'd been extremely excited to hear about this, and was glad to know she'd had a small hand in getting them together. All the other potential relationships were a bit nebulous, fluctuating here and there.

By her count, there were fifteen potential end results based on everyone's current status, and that was just taking into account the ones that were most likely. Going over this brought Aspico fond memories of the day she'd first bought her book on the quadrants, and known rather instantly what her life's passion was.

Well, what one of them was, she had three in total, the other being fencing, hence her rapier-kind strife specibus, and exploring. Her hive was close enough to the edge of the kingdom that she'd been able to explore the carapace, human, and consort kingdoms, spending as much time in each as she could whenever she could.

There was just something about immersing herself in the unfamiliar culture that was co cathartic, almost moreso that the cataloging of potential romantic relations between her friends; almost.

She blushed a deep olive green a the section of the paper that had months ago been torn from the pad and ripped to pieces in one of her few fits of anger, replaced now with a sticky note. It had been the section on her own status, and the note simply gave her screen name: OmniPale.

The others all seemed to view her as capable of calming down any argument and easing any worries, basically allowing her to act as a non-physical pale lover to all of her friends.

She was content with this, as it allowed her to focus on the current and future status of the others instead of dwelling on the past… mistakes she'd made in certain quadrants she wished not to speak of.

Putting these potentially ruinous thoughts out of her mind, she logged back on and entered the chat just as two of her patient-friends, she meant, were logging on for their own scheduled time as well.

[PowerhousepartyAnimal had joined the chat]

[SpeakerofInterest has joined the chat]

[OmniPale has joined the chat]

OP: I'm glad to see you were both willing to log in to talK, Not everyone iS, Even when they really do need helP,

SI: Ye h, s0rry bout n0t being here f0r the l st ch t, I w s just busy with my lusus, didn't me n t0 bl0w y0u 0ff :(

PA: And I always make time for you, even when I'm super busy with my other friends, so don't even worry about it ^^

OP: Good to heaR, Now let's begiN,


Arvis Fiscan sighed in disappointment with himself as he typed to OP and SI about the great times he'd been having with his other secondary friend circle, or perhaps he was telling them about the tertiary group of friends, he'd lost track frankly.

He'd promised himself he'd stop doing that, both because it did little but waste time and and make them feel bad that they weren't apart of the other groups as well; which Arvis knew they couldn't be for a very particular reason.

that being that the tertiary friend group, the secondary friend group, and any friend group other than this one online, didn't actually exist. Even the only online only really consisted of OP, BF, SI, and CD on occasion.

Everyone else was either an friend of a his online friends who he got to chat with occasionally, or imaginary friends he spoke to do not go stir crazy alone in his house, but couldn't help pretending were real for por the sake of his few online friends not thinking he was a sad, lonely, weirdo; which he suspected they already knew and were simply humoring him.

OP at least had to know, she always knew things, which was part of the reason for his- no, he refused to think about it, he would not think about it. He had promised himself he wouldn't think about it. She was the 'OmniPale' for a reason, having thoughts about actually being her moirail, her exclusive palerom, was practically sacrilege.

Still, it was a more likely outcome than the red crush he held, which he stubbornly refused to talk about the entire time he was in the chat, which kind of went directly against the point of the chat, as did his claiming another friend was calling him away from the computer to hang out, but he did so anyway.

He slumped in his chair, grumbling to himself. He supposed there was nothing for curing self loathing like taking one's stress out on things that didn't deserve it. He had no real physical strength, nor even any strife cards in his specibus for battle, so he had to settle for the boxing video game he kept in his maze modus.

He was pretty decent at connecting the lines between the goal and the desired item through the maze to retrieve them, and only decent at the boxing video game itself. He'd told himself several times that he would buy himself a strife card and start getting strong any day now, but he was pretty sure that that happening was as fake as the friends he was imagining were cheering him on as he played.

He sighed, hoping the game that DT was insisting they all play would at least be fun, and not take place over some kind of face to face computer feed. He wasn't altogether sure he would be at all capable of handling that.


Jeff Iterus grumbled in annoyance when he realized what time it was. He'd gone for a walk in the consort kingdom, which was just around the corner from his house, and completely lost track of everything.

He'd shown off some batting skills to the consorts, and tried to let them use his bat-kind that he kept on him, but the process for allowing someone to borrow a strife specibus was too fucking arduous for him to handle and maintain his sanity.

It was only through reminder from a special friend, the one who'd given him the game in the first place, that Jeff had known it was time he went back home and told his friends what was happening.

Well, he liked to think they were his friends anyway, but he hardly spoke to one and the other had never directly said if they were or ot. Oh well, he supposed it wasn't that important, at least not currently.

He returned home to the cluttered heap of a house he lived in, he alone knowing how to navigate the organized chaos and make it to his bed, where a quick game of pong on his gamer modus let him retrieve his laptop and send a message out to the two team leaders.

[Decatective has joined the chat]

[FamiliaSyndicator has joined the chat]

[ExpertofExperts has joined the chat]

DT: Alright, I've got the info. You can probably guess, but you two are the team leaders. Brendon, you're the hero team leader. Patior, you're the villain team leader.

EE: *nd wh*t is i+ exac+ly +ha+ m*kes me * vill*in?

DT: Nothing, that's just how it ended up, don't ask me I didn't pick, but you two do both get to pick who's on your teams, and it's first come first serve on that one.

FS: sweetness.

EE: I+'s f*irly obious +h*t your firs+ pick is your kismesis, so I'll m*ke my firs+ pick now *s well *nd choose MW. She's r*ther cunning for * low blood, *t le*st from wh*t I've been told.

FS: She's all yours man, but good luck trying to tell her you're the one in charge, heh.

[FamiliaSyndicator has left the chat]

EE: Hmph, she'll do *s ins+ruc+ed.

[Expertof Experts has left the chat]

DT: This.. this is not going to go well..