|| i decided to change my timeline from latest to whatever the old one was. I have many regrets.

Before any of them could attack, Libra's staff found themselves striking each of them on the head. While he wouldn't admit, he had some skill in battle-- enough to take care of rabble this quickly. And each of them fell to the ground, unconscious. "Are you hurt, Ricken?"

Knowing how scary it must have been, Libra hugged Ricken bag. Gentle patting followed. "It's fine. It must have been quite a scare."

|| i would like to get to writing with Libra again!

In silence, he lets Ricken go on without any signs of rejection.

Yawn-- it's a rather rare sight to see Libra simply do /that/ simple thing-- he's been kept awake by different chores.

Robin please put your knives away. Sheathed or not, children might find it!

"Word has reached me about parentless Morgans. If you wish to be adopted, please let me know."

"Good morning! I still have yet to adopt any Morgans."

Someone give Libra a child— any way you can.

"Frederick, may I have a small word?"

"It seems some people are under the impression that priests and priestesses of the Church of Naga are required to vow celibacy. That is false."

Libra is meticulously sewing something alone. "Hmm...I wonder if it will cover the princess."

He is quite happy with the new Morgan.

Libra is slowly sharpening his axe. In case A certain someone Doesn't agree

Dad keeps shouting stuff like "The World" and "Now it's your turn, Jotaro"???? Should I go check on him?

My Morgan is so precious,,,,

"Lissa needs to learn how to control herself-- it often gets her into trouble..."

"Oh hello. Are you crying?"