Ms. Roach Coach is here to provide!
just gonna copy-paste my old description-
might contain some lemon-y drawings!
please do not shove this on anyone's faces especially the Cc's
I am not shipping them in real life, I ship their personas that they s...
Being a holy being can get tiring, controling and creating peace or chaos in different dimensions can get tiring...... and boring.
Wilbur, the holy image of Sunlight and control, had grown out of his little phase of putting 100 people in different dire situations. He decided that he will no longer stay cooped up in his cloud palace and travel into the unknown, where no mere human could.
Walking in the abyss, the only light ruminating anywhere was him, his aura and his cloud puffs, he notices a twinkle in his peripheral vision, he turns and sees a tiny complicated constellation of what the humans call a "Roach".
This "Roach" spins around the holy being excitedly, like it hasn't seen anything other than darkness in the abyss.
"Hello there." Wilbur greets.
The tiny constellation signs for him to follow it somewhere.
Is this it?
Is this the unknown that he was looking for? That new found excitement?
"Lead the way then." _______________________
"UGHHHH we've been walking for FOREVER, tiny star. Where are we even going."
The constellation turns around and stays still, as if showing its disappointed towards the shining being.
"Alright alright, sorry- but are we near our destination?"
The "Roach" nodded, then randomly speeds off, catching Wilbur off guard.
"WAIT!! where- little one, I'm sorry! I won't press further! Please slow down!" The being begged as he runs after the tiny group of stars.
After what felt like hours of running, the "Roach" phased through... A wall? There's walls in the abyss?
Wilbur hesitantly walks through. _______________
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"Who are you?"
Wilbur jumps at the response. It wasn't a statue? There's no possible way there was other beings like him to exist, more so, why was this person enchanting to him?
"Roach, who the fuck did you lead here?? This MY home!" The blue being yelled at the constellation.
"Don't blame the tiny one, sweetheart. You should be thankful for them. May I ask, do you make the stars?"
"..yes, now who are you??"
"Oh! So sorry, how rude. I'm Wilbur, the god of sunlight and control. Or uh, that's what the humans call me heh.."
"You were the one messing with the humans? Your work is hilarious."
"Excuse me?"
"Jschlatt. The humans don't call me anything but they made something of my work. They call it the Zodiac constellations. Some of the humans go crazy gaga over them so I guess you can call me a big deal.
"That was you?? I loved those. I practically memorized every single one of them. They're gorgeous, but not as much as you."
"What."
"I'm sure I've overstayed my welcome here but could I please stay? It's been so boring in my own little palace and some company would be nice."
"..sure, but don't touch my stars." _______________
