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anfie-in-the-box · 2 years ago

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I honestly don't know how it happened. I was just writing for a while and then it's just finished??? What's even going on?.. But whatever, please enjoy!

Also, please be careful, there's some self-deprecation here because Nightmare. Yeah.

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Chapter 3

Nightmare lets Killer eat in peace, fleeing back to his room the moment he announces the need to go to the castle. It's such a risk — he just knows there'll be an ambush. The main gang left him easily, no strings attached, no words needed, but the others… Some will riot. Make him pay for how he's used them. And he'd deserve it — but he can't die, not when his brother needs him so.

So, yes, he's stalling. Nightmare admits it.

But Killer eats quickly — eager for a mission? Maybe, but maybe not. Nightmare doesn't even understand why Killer stays, what made him choose Nightmare instead of freedom. It'd have been different if Killer hadn't known what to do with this freedom; but he has Colour, who'd readily, happily help. And yet…

There's a knock on the door. It's tempting to answer "Who's there?", let himself get distracted, fool around while he can; only Dream needs his big brother now more than ever, and Nightmare can't let him down. Can't let him die under the curse he somehow survived.

He opens the door. Killer stands there, a playful smile on his face, his broken soul a target once again. Nightmare feels him bottling up his feelings, making the guardian of negativity stronger.

"I'm ready to go, boss," Killer says, waiting for orders.

Why?

Once again, Nightmare doesn't ask. He thinks he couldn't bear the answer.

"Let's go, then. Open a portal near the castle, not inside." It's honestly a miracle Nightmare's voice doesn't tremble. He's used to pretending, that's what he's done to survive under the corruption's influence for centuries, but now it's suddenly hard. Now he doesn't have an excuse to be something he isn't. Now he's by himself.

Killer tears space and time with his knife, giving way like a loyal servant he is.

But why?

Why?

Why?..

Nightmare doesn't ask. He steps through the portal. Several sources of hostile negativity hit him — he was right. Someone is waiting for him. There'll be a fight. And he's weakened still. Would Killer be enough to protect them both and win?

"We're not alone," Nightmare warns him while he closes the portal. The negativity swirls around them, feeding Nightmare's soul. The castle is dark and menacing, and so very familiar.

Killer smiles savagely, "Let them come. I'll play, and I'll win."

Nightmare would like to have his confidence. The servants of his corrupted self are dangerous, and most have nothing to lose. Now that he can't protect himself, now that his crown has fallen with his curse…

They proceed quietly, cautiously. It's eerily silent, not a whistle of wind, not an echo of voice. Everything's dead, or seems to be; Nightmare knows better. It's not the realm of the dead, where Reaper would rule; it's the graveyard of hopes and dreams and all good and light, where Nightmare used to thrive with his gang of desperate rejects. Cross is not the only one to find a second chance and betray him, but there are few happy endings for those who end up by Nightmare's side.

They are ambushed in the main hall, predictably. Killer pushes Nightmare aside, yells to him not to get cornered, and rushes to fight. Nightmare watches raptly, ready to run, although he's not sure where to. Enemies could be anywhere.

But suddenly, Killer's not alone in his struggle against a crowd. With disbelief, Nightmare recognises Murder and Horror, who join the battle without a word, the same as they left him when the curse had fallen. It gets easier then — what Error used to call the Murder Time Trio is used to fighting together, smooth and clean team work. Horror chops heads with his axe without a sign of mercy — Nightmare still remembers how he refused to harm monsters and only dealt with humans at first, but then Nightmare made him hate monsters who, unlike his dearest brother, have enough food and magic in their worlds. Yet he still only uses magic on humans; his bones are more physical than others', so they deal less damage to those who don't have actual flesh. Murder fires blasters and summons sharpest bones, turning to dust several enemies at a time. He never uses weapons beside his own magic and especially hates knives — and Killer, who uses those. Nightmare knows all about his former subordinates, their fighting styles and their insecurities the same. He's hurt them so much, and here they are, saving him.

It ends.

Enemies flee. Those who stay alive, that is. That's not many.

Just like that.

Nightmare can't get his eyes off of them, mesmerised. They're so good.

"Killer," Murder says, not unkindly.

"Murder," Killer returns with the same neutral tone. Those two were never friendly, not with their backstories, not with their attitudes. Not with the way Nightmare fueled their animosity. It pours right into his soul, making him stronger.

"Nightmare," Horror notices, and then everyone stares at the one who used to be their king.

"Are you okay, boss?" Killer asks, taking a step closer. Nightmare nods, and then, without a pause, bows.

"Horror. Murder. Thank you for your help. You didn't have to."

Why did they stay? Did they also hope that Nightmare would return?

Murder huffs, shaking off the dust, and Horror responds with his deep, guttural voice, "We really didn't."

Nightmare can't help asking, "Why are you here?"

This time, Murder answers, "There's nowhere else for us to go." Horror nods, "It's not home, but it's somewhere to be." Murder adds, "Horror visits his brother as usual, but that's it."

And isn't that right? They have nothing but this miserable place. Nightmare made sure of it.

The thought makes him ache. They didn't deserve this hell. Nobody deserves something like that. Not even Nightmare himself.

"Why did you help, then?" somehow, Nightmare finds it in himself to continue.

He's still bowing deeply.

"Because it's something, and you were the one who gave it to us," Horror answers easily. His single blood-red eye-light shines in the dim light of the hall.

Nightmare chokes on words, helpless against such brutal honesty. Is it really that easy? Might that be why Killer stayed, as well? He doesn't know.

He isn't ready to know.

He doesn't want them here, as grateful as he is for their help. Killer wouldn't have done it alone. There were too many of them, waiting for their revenge.

"Why don't you both go to Farmtale?" Nightmare asks, weakly. It's cruel to himself to continue, but it's cruel to them to let it end here, and Nightmare knows what he'd choose. He doesn't deserve mercy. "I know Horror befriended their Sans. Anything's better than here."

"Not anything," Murder grumbles, crossing his hands on his chest. He must mean his AU, Nightmare thinks. Long gone, a courtesy of Error, but never forgotten.

"It's an idea though," Horror admits. "I'll ask."

Please do, Nightmare thinks, desperately. I want this wrecked place empty and forgotten.

"Why'd you still call him boss?" Murder asks Killer, and Nightmare really tries not to squirm. It's a question he'd also like to know the answer to, so he listens attentively.

"Because boss is boss," Killer shrugs. "What's so difficult about that?"

Murder huffs again, turns around and disappears without a word. Horror smiles uncomfortably widely and teleports, too. Nightmare blinks at the empty space they leave behind.

"Let's just go to the library," he sighs heavily. "I don't sense any more hostility in the entire AU, so that must be it."

They go.

Nightmare knows his library quite well, but even he can't contain centuries of knowledge in his head. So he searches, ordering Killer to stand guard, just in case. There aren't many books on Multiverse even in his vast collection, so it must be quick. He feels he won't be able to find anything here, but maybe, just maybe… merely a hint, it's all he needs…

Nightmare won't admit he doesn't know what he's doing. He has to know; he can't let his brother down once again. He already left him for centuries and almost killed him countless times. Enough betrayal. He'll do anything to redeem himself, even if he doesn't know how to be anything but evil — he was just a kid when corruption took over, after all. But he'll try. For his brother.

There are even less books on Multiverse than Nightmare expected, some of them more like diaries by outcodes he either killed or turned to his side. But it's exactly what he wanted — perhaps there is an outcode who can help, who knows more.

While skimming through the books, Nightmare lets himself relax a little — his broken body aches less here, where negativity's so thick the air is dark and heavy. It brings relief, though undeserved, but he really needs it to focus.

It feels like an eternity passed when he finally finds something. In hindsight, it's rather obvious — only he doesn't know how to get there.

Or perhaps he does.

"Killer!"

He teleports by Nightmare's left side so he sees him approach.

"Did you find something, boss?" he asks, curiously.

"I think I did," Nightmare responds, gently caressing the page he stopped on. Killer seems to stare right at his fingers, although without eye-lights there's no proof, it's merely a feeling. It does something strange to Nightmare's soul, Killer's attention.

"So what's the plan?" Killer sounds eager, tossing his knife from one hand to another.

Nightmare sighs, "We need Error. He's the only one I know who knows where to find the people we need."

Killer stops tossing his knife. "Do we still have any of his strings left? I don't know how to find him otherwise."

"Me neither," Nightmare admits. "And no, I don't think I have. They were hidden in the goop, but now…"

"Does Dream have them, then?"

"I don't know. We can't wait until the meeting anyway, I want answers before that."

"Would he even help us?" Killer says aloud exactly what Nightmare fears. He shuts the book and goes to put everything he took back in its place, just to delay the moment he has to answer. Only suffocating negativity of this world helps him keep breathing.

"I don't know," he finally admits. "But between you and me, I'm sure we can think of something. Error can be… unreasonable, but I'll find a way."

"We will," Killer corrects. "You're not alone, boss."

It's sickening how warm Nightmare feels all over. He doesn't deserve such loyalty.

But he has to move forward.

"Let me focus. I'll find the source of negativity in the Anti-Void, and if we're lucky, it will be Error."

Killer nods and turns to stand guard once again.

Why does he do it?

Nightmare can't make himself ask, as painful as it is not to know. He closes his left eye — his right doesn't work, it doesn't see and it doesn't close, forever wide open, — and enters the meditative state. It's easier than he expected, to be completely honest. There are so many thoughts buzzing in his head, yet they all disappear in a moment when he concentrates.

At first he only feels this world. There are several souls here, wallowing in negativity, not Horror and Murder alone. They're just not hostile, but they stay. Maybe Nightmare should try to talk to them, send them away — he really, truly wants this place empty and forgotten. Maybe later, when he's not as vulnerable. He'll need to come back here for his books, after all.

Then, he feels surrounding AUs, and then — just because he's in a place with highest level of negativity, he's not as strong without the corruption — he feels the Multiverse as a whole. It's suddenly overwhelming, although it shouldn't be surprising — he's gotten weaker indeed. Nightmare's knees would buckle and give if he weren't sitting. And then, finally, with significant effort, he feels the Anti-Void, certainly not the whole thing but some parts. That's enough. It has to be.

It's hard to pinpoint particular sources of negativity, but Nightmare knows Error and doesn't really know other residents of the Anti-Void, so it's comparatively easy to find exactly what he looks for. Error's always dissatisfied with something, even watching Undernovela and eating his favourite chocolate, surrounded by his precious dolls, or destroying yet another AU. The Multiverse won't cease existing no matter how hard Error tries, and it leaves him mad — in both senses of the word, angry and crazy. Nightmare knows Error, although he's not a normal subordinate, more like an ally with conflicting interests — he wants AUs gone while Nightmare wants them suffering but alive. There's no emotions in the dead. That's Reaper's territory.

So Nightmare finds Error and, hesitantly, opens a portal. Anti-Void is fickle, unstable, they might as well end up in a completely different part than where Error is. Only errors and other residents of the Anti-Void can navigate it well.

This time, Killer steps through first, ready to protect. Nightmare follows.

The portal closes, leaving them with endless, maddening whiteness.

They need to find Error quickly. It'll take time to negotiate, and Anti-Void is never patient with its visitors.

Killer turns around, grinning at Nightmare, then readies his knife and moves forward. Nightmare goes right after his… whatever Killer is now.

He'll deal with that later.

For now, he trusts Killer watch their surroundings and tilts his head back to see if there are any blue strings in the "ceiling".

He thinks he sees something. They go faster.

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Credits

Undertale © Toby Fox

Dreamtale © jokublog

Killer!Sans © rahafwabas

Murder!Sans © ask-dusttale

Horror!Sans © horrortalecomic

Dark Cream © zu-is-here

X-tra Dark Cream © me (anfie / anfie-in-the-box)

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Read Russian version on ficbook or fanficus

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Notes

I don't know how I feel about the fight scene. I kind of skipped it because I've never written any (and because Nightmare doesn't participate in the fight), but is it okay? Feel free to tell me your thoughts on that and everything else, anything at all!

Hope you enjoyed, and take care 🌻

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darkspellmaster · 10 months ago

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Have we been overlooking the Key to Snake's survival

Spoilers for Recent Chapters of Kuroshitsuji.

So for those who have been reading, I hope this makes sense as I think it's an important factor in this arc. While I know everyone is wondering what is going to happen to Snake, I've noticed that there isn't much discussion about a few players that usually show up when someone dies and the rules the manga has for telegraphing a death.

(I should note that this tends to pertain to important characters usually, and not one offs like Mina and her husband, as I don't recall seeing a Grim Reaper in that arc at all.

During the first arc of Black Butler we met Grelle, who was hanging out with Madam Red. As noted, she was dressed as a normal human butler rather than her usual amazing self.

It wasn't long after that we got her true reveal and Aunt Anne wasn't with us.

We then get the Reapers showing up, namely William, in the circus arc early on as Specs (If I recall correctly).

William hangs around as a hint that death will be coming since he practically tells Sebastian this. Thus we see him reviewing Joker's records at the top of the burning mansion. Signaling that he's collecting the other members as well at some point or did so already. (Since Reapers can be just about anywhere.)

During the Murder arc, we don't have any reaper (sans the former one in the form of Undertaker at the end) and since we know Sebastian is a demon, we can safely assume that the normal mortal way of killing him is out. So no reapers, no deaths for important or known characters.

In the Campania arc (Luxury Liner arc) Ronald runs up and we get him saying hello with his outfit given we're shown his eyes and his suit.

So, again, we know for sure that someone is going to die, or at least there's going to be deaths happening. We also get Grelle back, and Will at the end, it's important to note that the trio do play a big role in giving us lore in this case along with collecting the souls of the dead, more importantly one of the bigger players in the arc, Ryan Stoker. (As with Baron Kelvin, both men have ties to Ciel through their connections. Stoker via Undertaker, and Kelvin to his past within their circles.)

In the Public School arc (Weston) we don't have a reaper at all, (other than Undertaker) and, once again, no death of players occur (as with Mina, and the Banker, the Queen's nephew is a lesser character). So we see the pattern continuing.

Emerald witch sees William and Grelle in Germany with our two German Reapers (Ruger and Sasha), and we have the deaths of several important villains.

Following this we have the Blue Cult, and yet again, no Reaper to be found in the music hall aspect of the Arc. But Grelle and Othello show up following this portion of the arc, and what does Grelle say to Sebastian and Ciel when they meet after finding the dead nobles. She'll see them again soon.

Not long after, Agni dies.

There is no Reaper during the time Ciel is on the run and by Lau's, and there is none during Mei-Rin and Ran-Mao's arc. It's only when we get to Baldroy's arc that we get Ronald once again.

And that leaves us with a twist that Sebastian saves Baldroy's life, along with Lau giving him his blood to save him. Ronald and will then confine Layla/Al, and we're left to wonder what this means in regard to the other arcs.

What have we learned so far, that nearly every time a Reaper shows up some form of death happens. That when a death may occur for an important character a Reaper will show up. So far this has not been broken, save Baldroy's story.

Most are thinking, we'll she's going to twist it. Snake will die because even though we don't see a reaper, that's a really bad cut, and we're getting a flashback.

However I propose that Snake has more of a part to play in this story. He mentions that he and the snakes are from an unknown, far away place. We also have hints of him being in an orphanage. We know from Finny that there were children being experimented upon, and part of the whole arc seems to be showing how similar Snake and Finny are. So I don't believe he's going to die, and I suspect the reason why is due to how influenced this is by Promised Neverland.

In the story there is a character known as Sister Krone, who helps the children out, but for selfish reasons.

In the end, while she does somewhat help the children, she pretty much betrays them for her own safety, though it does her little good in the end.

However, I want to present a character that I think is a call back to Sister Krone, and she has no name as of yet for some reason.

Our Maid on the Right Lower corner has no name, yet is shown to be someone who plays a part in things. She's always around so we see her a lot even though, unlike Susan or (was it Jamie?) the other younger maid, she has no name. Why is that? Why be so prominent yet not have a name? It's an odd thing, and normally a character like her would have some name at this point, why is hers being kept secret it seems.

She's also been shown to be the most nervous about everything. Even in her first appearance she's being shown to be quiet and later when Doll insists, she has a more worried look about things.

She's the one that dropped the plate, and thus again given prominence above the other characters, and, to be blunt, she's one of the few POC characters shown in this place, and I think the only maid here.

What's got my suspicions up is that People keep saying "There's no Ada to save Snake" and yet, we see three maids go down to the lab. Three of them, meaning that all three know how that stuff works.

Susan, the one in the front, Jamie (the girl with the curly hair) and our last unknown maid, who, unlike the other two -who are all business, is looking upset, nervous, and other unknown emotions. She's clearly not a fan of this, and doesn't like this at all, as shown in their entry in Chapter 203.

Come Chapter 204 we get these two exchanges with her.

She questions things, and note her stance. While the other two are, again, all business like, she looks honestly unhappy and uneasy.

Body language reads as:

Upturned brows = can indicate anxiety or worry.

Down turned eyes = indicate feeling uncertain or Guilty.

Hands in the folded position = can indicate being less confident, unsure, insecure, and nervous.

All together it shows that this maid is questioning her role in this, and, as we see with her questions, her slight hesitation, it's clear that she's not sure about what they're doing, and, more than likely, feeling guilty over it.

We see the same reaction from her again when the other maid gives her the dress Ginny was wearing when she was fledged. So it becomes blatantly obvious that we're supposed to pay attention to this woman who is feeling guilty.

We don't see her leaving but we have to assume that she did due to the fact that she's not there during the confrontation.

Which brings us to the big point of who they're hearing.

The kids and Finny are running away from the sounds, but, more than likely the one that's going to run into them is going to be this maid.

So why do I think it's likely going to be this maid that the kids and Finny are hearing.

We Don't see her leaving, but we know she was there with Susan and the other dead maid.

We can assume since she went down with them that she knew about the tunnel and what was going on with Doll, since Susan mentioned bringing out the Radiance in front of her.

Since neither women came back, she's the most likely to go down to see what is going on.

Given that she knows what they are doing she knows how to work the machines, and would have to know how to help. It's also clear from earlier that she was close enough to Susan to go with her down to the area where they kept the children.

Which brings us back to the situation in promised Neverland. In the story Kone gave information to the children, but as I said, betrayed them. If Yana-sensei is using the idea, given all the implications with the story there's something there, from the early arc (Jailbreak I think?) of PN, then it's possible that, unlike the original story, this maid will actually help Snake and the kids.

Given her reactions and her expressions, she's harboring guilt. Finny wanted to stay and help but had to leave. More than likely it's not beyond belief that this maid will run into them on their way out, and, probably use Finnian's blood, or one of the kids blood to save Snake.

Now why would she do that over taking the kids away?

Simplest answer, Finny asks her too and her desire to save a life, over taking one, would probably lead her to do the right thing in this case.

Why Finny's blood?

According to Celtic Legends Finnian, the mythic character, was given the gift of healing from the salmon of Knowledge. When he gathered water into his hands, and one drank from this the person will be healed.

We know that Finny is an experiment, and, given that the scientist shot his siblings/fellow experiments in the head rather than the chest or other body parts to kill them, indicated that the experiments healed. We also see this in the fight with Jumbo that Finny survives Jumbo's hit, and it's good by the next day.

So my theory is that the maid will meet the kids, give aid to Snake, and then likely take the kids away.

To be honest, The one I think has the death mark on him is either Tanaka, or Real Ciel again. Yana did state that Ciel will not make it to his 14th birthday. But O!Ciel is NOT Ciel, and never was. So the Ciel she's probably talking about is R!Ciel.

I know this isn't perfect, but it seems the most likely over Snake being turned into a Bizarre Doll, or outright dying.

The other option is that there are some snakes that can heal their own wounds, or he could shed his skin and heal himself that way.

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theoceantot · 6 months ago

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Sombra As A Caregiver

*I love sombra so much

*I can see Sombra as a very playful cg. Playing videos games and having pillow fights

*Loves kids regressors and is the best at taking care of them

*But baby regressors hold a special place in her heart

*Just the way you reach your arms up wanting to be picked up, whining when she goes too far away, and falling asleep on her

*When you two play games she'll give you aim bot so you can beat everyone in the lobby.

*How you ask if shes proud of you for winning is just so precious to her

*The. boops.

*You love getting a little boop on the nose you especially love it in baby space

*You giggle and sometimes you'll reach for her finger

*That makes the other members dislike you at first

*The first interaction they had with you is when you walked out of Sombras area. I think she gets a small living space area with all the necessities

*You were regressed really young shuffling across the floor in your purple pajamas and slippers. There were tears in your eyes since you couldn't find your caregiver anywhere

*I don't know if you guys knew this but Reaper has a son

*Reaper didn't want to approach you afraid that his mask would scare you so Widow hesitantly approached and asked what was wrong.

*Being so young in a headspace you couldn't hardly speak but they picked out the word "Mama"

*Widow held your hand with Reaper walking closely behind

*Midway there you stopped walking yawning and rubbing your eyes. You put your arms up wanting Reaper to carry you.

*With a loud sigh Reaper rests you on his hip and you lay your head on his shoulder

*"Don't even think about falling asleep" He grumbles

*Will blow off missions without hesitation to care for you

*1 minute later you're out like a light.

*They open up Doomfists office to see him talking to Sombra about a new mission. Sombra sees you and tries taking you from Reaper but you have a tight grip on his cloak and you start whining when she tries taking you.

*Sombra is barely holding back laughs, Doom is smiling and shaking his head, and Widow ALMOST smiles.

*It took 10 minutes for you to release the cloak much to Reapers dismay

*Reaper secretly follows you two to your nursery and watcher Sombra lay down in your crib with you and hold you close also falling asleep

*He thought maybe you weren't so bad after all

(Drabble over)

*When Sombra does has to have someone watch you its Reaper since you love him and think he's so cool looking.

*If Reaper isn't available it's Sigma

*Last resort is Mauga and Moira. She was scared Mauga was gonna hurt you not that he ever would ofc. Sombra is scared Moira will do some weird experiments on you.

*Moira has a fascination with littles but she's kind to you and has offered to look after you.

*When you have tantrums Sombra knows exactly what to do to make you stop. She threatens to tell Reaper.

*THAT alone makes you stop almost instantly but in the rare chances it doesn't she gets Reaper in your nursery and he just stands there.

*It makes you stop immediately and look down in shame. He just looks to Sombra and nods then leaves.

*Gives you an iPad thats kid friendly

*Has a tracker on you to make sure you're safe

*One time she got you a outfit that looked like Reapers and styled your hair in your favorite style and gave you a black paci

*When you showed him he smiled under his mask

*Will go through the overwatch members search history and laugh at it with you

*Calls you pequeno, bebe, mi Vida,

*isn't very strict

*You have to be with her, reaper, sigma, or widow while walking around the talon base

*Has every streaming service for you because she hacked all of it

*Loves getting you stuffed bears

*Pequeno jr is what you call the first teddy she got you

*If anyone is mean to you or says anything bad about your regression she'll expose all their secrets ruining their lives

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merakiui · 1 year ago

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Here is one for you!

⚡️Lightning - Have you ever spontaneously added something to your story that you wouldn't have added normally? If so, what made you do it?

And a surprise addition! Are there any WIP you have unfinished that you aren't sure you will even come back to? If so, why?

(ask game)

⚡️Lightning - Have you ever spontaneously added something to your story that you wouldn't have added normally? If so, what made you do it?

I have! When I first started writing DRU last summer, I wasn't sure how to begin the story. Riddle and Cater weren't planned to be in the fic, as it was mainly a story focused on the trio and the reader. In the early version of the story, Idia was intended to play a role in the plot. I had very basic ideas in mind, but none of them were satisfying enough.

In the midst of my agonizing over where to start, I found an unfinished wip titled "Mimicry," in which you're stalked while you work at an old-fashioned diner with Riddle and Cater. The very first diner scene you read in DRU is actually taken from that wip! I was reading it again and I liked the aesthetic of The Devil's Delight so much that I thought to add it into DRU along with Riddle and Cater. I'm very happy I did because from there the story took such a lively shape!

As for the surprise question, there are quite a few unfinished twst wips I have that I'm not sure if I'll ever return to. There aren't any reasons for why they're unfinished. Although maybe it's because I'm not sure if anyone would find these plots interesting. >_< I'll list some of them below.

the devil and his halo -> it was a story in which you escape an abusive relationship only to meet Jade, and he offers you stay with him in the meantime. He's so creepy and you think he's living a double life of some sort, and after a week you think anywhere would be better than here. But Jade won't let you leave.

npc syndrome -> a story in which Idia traps you in a virtual world and you have to find a way out within a certain timeframe otherwise you'll be his forever.

grim reaping -> less of a yandere story and more of a romantic comedy, in which Grim Reaper Idia is summoning for his favorite character in a game just as you appear before him without warning and meaning. Sadly, he loses his 50/50 in the game and now he's stuck with you, a recently deceased mortal who is begging for a second chance at life. Idia tells you that second chances aren't freely given; they're earned. In order to do that, you have to accumulate enough soul points to be worthy of reincarnation. This is done by doing good deeds to ease the weight of the burdens from your previous life on your soul, which have followed you into the afterlife and have made it impossible for you to settle. Idia hates to be bothered with work and wants nothing more than to be rid of you, so he agrees to take you under his wing and help you get the amount of points needed so you can have your second chance...and so he can return to being a gamer.

monops's reflection -> I wrote half of it and stopped because I hit a writing block for that story. Looking back, I realize the concept of "Jade wanting what Floyd has" is similar to The Most Dangerous Game and so I don't think that story will ever be posted because it follows a similar concept. ^^;;;

moray pit -> this was somewhat of an obscure horror concept I had in which a small pool appears in a shallow cove one day. It looks shallow from the surface, but it goes rather deep and is a tight space that the average human can't quite venture in without getting stuck. People in your small town have started referring to it as a wishing well because if you bring an offering to the pool and drop it in it's said that what you desire most will appear. However, you must never stick your hands into the pool and try to pull up what dwells within. The last person who did that was dragged in and never seen again. But that's just a myth meant to scare people away. Or so you think until the area is roped off and put under investigation after too many souls have disappeared. Foolishly, you accept the dare from a few of your friends and stick your hand into the tiny pool, disobeying all the posted warnings. Some say your fingers will grasp seaweed, others claim the smooth weathering of gold coins. Maybe you'll feel skeletal fingers reaching for yours or a smooth tentacle curling around your wrist in greeting. In your case, you put your hand down there, feel a face that is not quite human, and for a moment all is calm. Until your finger is bitten clean off. :) that should have driven you away for good, but oddly enough you can't ignore the alluring tug the moray pit has on you.

#chit chat #rendy-a

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messydiabolical · 3 months ago

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Mass Effect Qs: 1, 5, 16, 30, 36, 37, 45, 67, 76, 79, 95, 101

Thanks for the ask, you mean business! *cracks knuckles* okay let's do this (link to all the questions) 1) How did you get into Mass Effect? 2013: Spouse gifts me a copy of me1 on steam. I, according to steam, played 61 minutes and decided it wasn't for me and uninstalled it 😅 2021: I watch Jessie Gender do a letsplay and enjoy it a lot. I buy Legendary in a sale deal. I am hooked. 2013 me apparently wasn't ready lol (I've always struggled with non 1st person perspective games, it's probably what put me off).

5) Preferred alignment Overall paragon, though I do think some of the paragon responses are too washy/hand wavy when it comes to say, the council. I go with the in between option a lot in general dialogue. 16) MAKO: Die in a fire or best thing ever? I have to be in the mood for it, and when I am, I enjoy the MAKO a lot. Just vibing along. It helps that I play with mods. N7 MAKO for more speed, MAKO squadmate banter for more vibes, and charted worlds for easier map navigation. But even first playthrough vanilla, I liked the MAKO. I find thorough exploration satisfying.

rest of answers under cut as there are so many and this is getting long!

30) Favourite DLC mission? Mission is a toss up between Lair of the Shadow Broker (Feron my beloved) and Leviathan (probably the most fun overall gameplay wise, I like the detective aspect and the lab apartment is cool). Fave DLC is Thane's alternative outfit though. DLC of all time, all hail Thane's cool dad glasses.

36) Funniest moment in the game? Grunt falling past the Heurta lab window, Feron's sassy little "I'll try not to go anywhere" while strapped into the chair (the ultimate commited to the bit sarcasm king) and the sexually awakened salarian's email after recruiting Thane (funny and wholesome. You go you horny funky little guy, you and me both).

37) Creepiest moment in the games? The T-GES Mineral works employees on Mahavid in the Leviathan DLC telling you to leave, you don't belong here etc. Especially on first playthrough when you can't be sure if they might turn on you violently or not, and will you have to fight these poor brainwashed civilians? In a similar vein, the Reaper IFF mission with the vids showing the workers sharing memories and their growing confusion.

45) Best Villian in the series? The leviathan

67) Who would you cosplay if you could (no holds barred)? The biotic God would be fun

76) What are you hoping from ME4? That they take their time, are well invested and the staff treated respectfully so that they can produce something with love and care *crying thumbs up* I just hope they don't rush through some money grabbing shit show. Storywise the skies the limit, there's a whole universe to explore, have fun with it, do something new, respect the old, and heck if you can throw in more drell that'd be neat.

95) Do you mod your games? Heavily. My MAKO answer probably shows that lol. Herobrine24's modlist is a great base for modding I'm always checking it.

101) If you could meet Shepard, what would you say? Can I offer you an egg in these trying times? In seriousness I would just want to offer them some food and a nap.

#ask game #md answers

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these-detestable-hands · 10 months ago

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okay pie i need you to be a hater with me for a sec. what do you not like about tgaa im fascinated by that

OOO BOY

I'll be very brief about everything

3d: the models and animation do not have anywhere near as much emotion as og trilogy (compare literally any PW killer breakdown to Ashley Graydon)

Investigation phase: less stuff to examine and half of investigation is just Sholmes being a silly goober which I do like but I missed silly stuff like ladder/stepladder or just extra dialog.

Characters: the writing feels very shallow in some places. PW prosecutors are amazing because they're all freaks who are obsessed with Phoenix but Van Zieks doesn't even come close to that. He's described as being scary and we're supposed to be scared of the reaper thing but he's shockingly cooperative in court and his hatred of Ryunosuke is racism, and even that is mild compared to how Franziska would whip him and call him foolish like 5 times in a single sentence. You're not scared of someone if you're just told to be, we need to be shown it as well, or at least have us learn about him more than a minute pre trial to build up his reputation as terrifying.

Ryunosuke and Susato also just feel a bit flat to me. They're kinda just stoic without the small extra details that make Phoenix and Maya's dynamic so good. Again, part of what really makes PW so good is the extra stuff when examining. It also gave you more of an insight into how Phoenix and Maya interact with each other but you lose that a bit in tgaa.

Iris is just a chid prodigy, never been a huge fan of those. Franziska was fine because she just did one thing and her being an obnoxious child prodigy all mostly happened off screen, plus there were consequences (eg, she now acts really weird). Meanwhile, Iris has a degree, is an inventor and an accomplished writer on top of also doing lots of house chores.

I think having Iris be a child prodigy is fine, but they need to let her fail, be wrong and be obnoxious so she isn't just a Mary Sue.

Final case: oh my GOSH the final case was so boring. The defendant being Gina is fine because Gina is good and I liked the twist of Sholmes getting shot so it's limited how much he can help you, but. Ough.

Again going back to PW, everything is so personal. Turnabout goodbyes is all about Edgeworth and his problems. Phoenix is so passionate to defend him because of their past and the finale of having MVK turn out to be the killer is so perfect because it's so personal to the Mcs.

But then in gaa1-5, Gina is the defendant because she was at the wrong place at the wrong time. Sure, she was there out of love for Iris, but the murder of Windibank was an entirely parallel event that had nothing to do with us. The defendant could've just as easily have been a random new character and the story wouldn't change much because Ryunosuke is passionate about defending everyone. I also don't like the peephole twist.

Ashley Graydon also is just not a good killer to end a game with. MVK and Engarde (including 3-5 in this comparison isn't fair bc 3-5 is the finale of the trilogy) are absolutely amazingly written villains. I don't have to go into detail why MVK is amazing you get it. Engarde plays dumb the entire time before the reveal that he's a bitch!!

But Graydon! You know from the first scene he's in that he's an evil bitch and not even in a fun way, he's just very plain and boring for a final villain.

Uh tldr: good premise and some parts are good (jury, soundtrack, character designs, gaa1-4) but it feels like a first draft

#Asks #Chaotic-good-mom-friend #Tgaa hot takes #Crab dni

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familylightfox · 2 years ago

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Adding Salt: Not Accepting

@diffxrentwxrlds asked:

1, 2, and 11

Anonymous asked:

@chaosworthy asked:

Something that you find unforgivable? & What are some things you are tired of seeing in the RPing community?

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So, to be on the safe side, I'm going to put this under a readmore. If you plan to see my opinions on this, you do so at your own risk and you can take them with a grain of salt since they are literally just my opinions on how I see things. I don't speak for anyone else but myself.

1 What’s the worst role playing experience you’ve had?

I would probably say that it probably would have to be the people who will completely ignore part of my character's story or a description to instead push their headcanons on me. One person tried to push on me that Harmony HAD to be trans. I told them to shove it.

2 What would cause you to leave a fandom?

Honestly, since I've been around since the beginning and watched it at the best and worst times... I'm not going anywhere. At least in the Sonic community. I'm also in the furry fandom but that's also a place they can pry from my cold dead hands.

11 Have you ever received anon hate?

All the time. Most of the time I just report, block, and move on but there's occasions where what they send gets under my skin. Like being a transphobic prick.

19 What’s the worst thing that has happened to you in the rping community (Within an ooc situation)?

That would probably be when I had a giant target painted on my ass by some of the more popular blogs at the time and how many death threats and asks telling me to KMS. Still get those types of ask, but I handle them the way I mentioned above. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon unless the reaper himself comes knocking on my door.

17 Something that you find unforgivable?

In the RPC? The whole guilty by association bull shit. While I can understand that some people can be horrible, you shouldn't be labeled a paraiah just because you're friends with them.

4 What are some things you are tired of seeing in the RPing community?

This obsession with graphics over writing. Or making everything about an aesthetic. With everyone focusing on just making everything look pretty, they lose focus on actually having fun with writing characters and they won't even look at a blog unless it's got some deep fried icon where I can tell if that's an eyeball or a nipple.

I get. You guys want to look pretty because mainstream media has taught us that flashy things get attention, but maybe try to let your writing do the talking for you. You'd be surprised how many of us would rather see how you write over how aesthetically pleasing your blog is.

#ask the mun: dusk answers #ooc #negative tw #suicide mention tw #anon hate mention tw #ask to tag

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david-watts · 13 days ago

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Some asks from the ask game!

1- What’s your favorite color?

3- If you could live anywhere and cost wasn’t an issue, where would you live?

8- Do you have any piercings or tattoos?

10- What song would you play at your funeral?

25- What question would you ask the devil?

my favourite colour is purple. hold on let me find a swatch image for a more specific shade (copic v17 'amethyst')

3. somewhere in the northern hemisphere is all I can say for sure. I honestly believe that I am not designed to be anywhere permanently and I would roam about a lot from any sort of home base given the opportunity and funds. it'd also probably be a very large city because despite how overwhelming cities are to me and how much existential dread I have been known to get when going around especially suburbia I NEED the sound of it. the time I had to sleep in the library of my aunt's and cousins' place with the noise of a major road in the background and how the traffic never seemed to stop... that was relaxing. I think I figured that out when I was twelve and had my first real major paranoia episode. y'know? as despicable as I think england can be I think I'd say london because why the hell not. if money wasn't an issue as the question says I'd be able to go to all sorts of heritage railways from there

8. I have neither piercings nor tattoos! I'll admit the idea of a tattoo is not something I'm opposed to but I genuinely can't think of anything I would want on my body permanently to the degree of going out and getting a tattoo. y'know?

10. haven't given too much thought to this, surprisingly enough. I've in the past made a playlist of songs I'd have play in a biopic about me, which honestly it's been five years things haven't gone to plan and I should remake it. that's a tangent. obvious choice though it may be don't fear the reaper would play at some point because that song did kinda give me a transcendental experience when I first properly listened to it and it appears on my 'joey's in a dream' playlist for a reason! dream/joey by the pretty things. which you may notice is where the title of the last mentioned playlist is from. certainly would have to appear somewhere too because it's become part of me now. there's a few others that I'd love to be in there. hello goodbye by the beatles. I can't reach you by the who (though perhaps without the charles atlas ad at the start!). strength of strings by gene clark. telstar by the tornadoes. you know, the songs that I'm probably listening to late at night when I don't feel so good

25. I'd be remiss if I didn't mention the time when I couldn't sleep because it was the first really hot night of the 'year' even though it was late october. I couldn't sleep because it was too hot and my joints were in absolute agony and all I wanted to do was go to sleep and I honestly don't even know if this was a dream or a vision but I imagined I walked to the back door, which was open but the screen door was shut and locked and on the other side of it was the devil. it looked like a man with a goat skull for a head but it wasn't just the skull it had skin over it all gaunt so it looked skull-like but wasn't a proper skull. had smoke rising from all around it that reeked of sulphur. and it was like I was viewing footage that had been taken at night with how it was poorly lit and in black-and-white. and I begged to be able to fall asleep. I then walked back to bed and this is where if it was a dream it blended seemlessly back into waking because I was back to lying on my bed in the position that I'd started in. that was a hell of a tangent but I'd ask the devil which version of hell is true. because there's a lot of different versions of them and if I'm about to damn myself to one for eternity I'd like to know what I'm in for

thanks for asking!!! 💙

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emeraldprince01 · 2 years ago

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Who are you?

⚡Name: Ahsid/Ash (I just think the name's cool and I'm fine with either. I go by these names in almost all the other platforms too.

⚡Pronouns: She/her

⚡Age: 20 (I'm not a minor, so don't come at me when i write/post spicy content)

⚡Country: India

⚡Likes: Sports, Animals (I even like bugs and the like after reading Jungle Juice), Biology, Anime+Manhwas

⚡Dislikes: Pompous people who can only boast, Irresponsible people and people who can't take care of their own mess, Mean people. I think I iust don't like people in general.

⚡Genres: Action, Thriller, Scifi, Fantasy, basically open to all except romance. I mean I'm not emotionally incompetent, but I don't like the generic romance.

⚡Secret Wish: Would like to climb trees and play the guitar cause it's cool. Also, wants to be isekaied to anywhere

⚡Relationship Status: 100+ boyfriends, 4 husbands, 2 of which I've had kids with. And if that doesn't signify that I'm single af, I don't know what will.

⚡Any traumas: Just the regular 'I can't trust anyone bec I've been disappointed before' and 'I don't have any friends bec they're all either jealous/hate me in general' and 'Been a victim of bullying'. (This might look like I'm making fun and all, but that isn't my intention. I genuinely sympathize with people going through this, but I just feel I can cope better if I take it with humour).

⚡Ambition: Immunologist/CEO of a drug company so I can subsidize drug prices, and fund gene editing techs. I aim to make Pokémons, Digimons and the like a reality. (Please don't laugh at me.)

⚡Other Links To Explore: I'm on Quotev (https://www.quotev.com/Ash52513 now defunct though I make an appearance sometimes), Wattpad (completely abandoned with shitload of trauma), Ao3 (can't find my profile anymore)

⚡One Mythical Animal I Wished Was Real: Dragons

⚡ Favourite Trope: Hardcore enemies×Lovers, Soft for only one person×Sweetheart, FighterNo1×FighterNo2 with a measure of mutual pining for extra flavour

⚡ Favourite Season: Monsoon, especially when it's raining hard with the thunder and lightning

⚡ Fears: My imagination, Fire, On some days talking to people, Strong winds

⚡ Current Crush (as of Jan, 2023): Jake Kim, Jay Hong and Zack Lee from Lookism, Siu Siwoon from The Build Up, Taehun from Viral Hit, Okurikara, Ichigo, Mutsukonami and Izuminokami from Touken Ranbu, Jaehyon Shin from The Tax Reaper

⚡ Music I like: Neffex, TheFatRat, Citizen Soldier, All the anime OSTs to ever exist (My Spotify Wrapped shows my fav genres to be Otacore, Alternate Rock and the like. Here's my Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/user/0s6t7nn4g33zryn4w0s8cslsj?si=TTRIiJcUSPKwLSC0337r_A ,cause I've started a recent project where I add lesser known songs from manhwas and animes)

⚡ Languages I know: English, Hindi, Bengali, German, Japanese (in the process of learning)

⚡ Any Complexes: Super super strong brother's complex (I'm a single child without cousins, so you can guess my loneliness), Hero's Complex (would have got into a lot more fights if I wasn't stopped/held back by society's standards)

Anyways, that's all I have. Do let me know what you like/agree with.

Ace it up!

#writeblr intro #writer things #anime requests #introduction to me #intro post

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ancha-aus · 17 days ago

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omg but that sounds so funny?

It makes it sound like it is a job. Ah yes i need to get this to Ancha before she clocks out from Lore-duties. *scribbling lore as i speak don't mind me*

It is just such an Killer idea and i lvoe that for him. He is going to play two truths and a lie with the king his new boss! :D okay but also. When Ccino walks in to help? Killer is probably a bit annoyed. because that just isn't fair. ccino is probably a horrible liar. this is about good liars :/

and then ccino is able to just stare him down and lie with such a straight deadpan face that killer is honestly excited to figure it out himself.

(also ccino is really fucking good at spotting lies?! holy shit where did the king find this guy and hrie him?! why just for like house sitting and not as advisor what the hell?)

it becomes fun! and nightmare 100% joins in. He needs to be able to lie with a straight face. yes nightmare. even if you dislike the idea of lying. it is needed sometimes. now. lets practise.

A little helmet for the man who will fight in the war and win the war for nightmare's affection!

cross leaning to the side: aren't they already dating? killer: just let him have his moment.

nightmar enad dust meanwhile are just chilling and riding. nightmare shares a bit of his anxieties of error turning 16. what if he decides to move out after all? why would error still want to stay if he gets money and realises he can go anywhere? what is keeping him from going to life with geno and reaper after all?

dust helps him calm down.

Ccino would ahve so much anxieties about having children. He already raise two! and error a tiny bit. he was at least an actual babysitter for him. but this is terrifying. He wants a child with killer. he really does.

but he is just terrified. of everything.

Ccino probably tries to talk with killer about it normally but eventually he just breaks down and stays in killer's arms and hold. there is just so much trauma he didn't have time to process and then he got busy and things got better so why think about trauma and the past? it is gone now. it is fine.

killer jsut holding his mate. letting him let it all out. so much trauma build up that NEEDS to be released. and killer is here for him. reassuring him that they are a team and they have a group that will help them. no one is going to take them from their little baby (the fact ccino is scared his baby will be left alone. that what happened to him will happened to the baby. he isn't even afraid of the fact he would die. just that his baby would ahve no one.)

but i agree. ccino is composed because he doens't let himself be anything BUT composed. he ahs to be composed and controlled. first because otherwise it wasn't perfect and nim would kill him. then because he had to do his work. then failing would mean that nightmare or dream would not be cared for. and it just... it was never the time for him to not be composed and ccino just got used to it after a while. but his wounds never healed. and the fear is so real and still so there. the stress of it all just build on top of it.

Killer already really sees how much damage it did to ccino. Ccino never shows weakness even if the knights know his story by now. but ccino never showed anything but composure and acceptance of his past. They thought that ccino had processed it all.

turns out? nope... ccino.... ccino really is just a very good liar. even to himself.

yes!! Love that :D the boys face is so important and the masks mean so much! it is beauitful story telling <3

Dust had a beautiful and loving family. and that is why he left. he knew he couldn't be trusted anymore. not with their safety. and he refused to harm his family even further.

Yes! Phantom never got over his brother leaving (he isn't stupid. he knows dust pulled away after he injured him. and then he was gone. phantom just wnat shis brother back) each rain drop would give him hope. phantom would rush outside and search through the rainfall. looking for his older brother. because the rain is back! Dust brings the rain! please... please be back.

Phantom had to deal with disappointment so often.

so to feel a very light drizzle? on a very sunny day? his hope instantly returns and when he turns around... there he is.

nightmare can see how happy dust is. nightmare feeling like such an intruder and just. he can't help it. he is just akid again. a kid who lost so much in his life. he just can't lose one of his brothers. so he introduces himself with a claim. that is one of HIS brothers...

and they welcome him. they are so nice to him and are so hapyp for dust that he managed to trust himself again. and he let himself love someone!

STOP! STOP! 'how did you two meet?' 'He broke me out of prison' 'Dust!! I DID NOT!'

that is the FUNNIEST take Dust could have taken. but it is the perfect ice breakers. and dust tells the whole story. what he did. where he went. what he accomplished. The family listens to the whole story. and they all look shocked but accept it all. AND THE INVITATION to the castle!! I love that!

(stop!! error would be the most JEALOUS little menace. euh. who are you? You are dust's little brother? funny. because he is already nightmare's and my brother :/ you sure you don't ahve the wrong skeleton on your mind?

the kngihts are also VERY excited to meet them. Dsut realises this was a mistake.)

Dust hates his soul because it is unnatural and weird and clearly broken. and i love that he disliked killer's soul first as well because of his own situation. but dust does move to defend him. No matter what. and that says enough.

and geno finds it beatiful! IT is gorgeous! geno just wants to stare at it in awe and please let him hold it? geno promise to be careful and gentle and-

reaper seperates the two because both look in a mood and the moods do NOT allign. thought reaper agress with geno. it is very beautiful. but dust isn't ready to hear that.

I love everything about the fresh meeting. just all of it.

espeically because error finally gets the closure he needed with fresh. and it turned out fresh loved him so much. and that the parasite that he accidentally aquired thought of error as food.

(the fact dust managed to get the thing the heel and behave is so funny. someone is going to make the joke that the parasite must be at least PARTYL horse then)

and i love that error learns way to make him able to touch tohers (he is going to hold nightmare's hand and ksis him one of these days it is HIS GOAL)

i love all these sillies <3

New Age AU (Error's Wacky Wild Plan)

Hi guys. So. Crazy Story. The crisis that stopped me from working on my banner art actually catapulted me into writing this drabble finally! (Also the wonderful @ancha-aus was also a life-saver and helped me hammer out a few plot points for this installment <3)

Currently my only context for this drabble is that Error is tiny, and ran away from home because Geno moved to Reaper's kingdom to make money to send back home, and Fresh spent too long away on his trip. Error was expelled from his magic academy and came home to an empty house, so he left! Now he's been on the road for about a month? Nightmare has been ruling for about 6-ish years now, almost 7.

(Hello @mutzelputz and @papiliovolens hi guys!!!)

The town was bustling.

Error had been through a lot of towns since he’d left. Big ones, small ones, ones he was convinced weren’t even towns at all, just a few barns in a general closeness to one another who decided they needed to call themselves something besides the outskirts. Those people had been particularly hostile to his passing through.

And, lately, they’d been really weird. People staring at him when he’d walk on the streets, or pass by shops. When they saw he had money from a different kingdom (he didn’t even realize he’d left his own, but he figured it meant he was on the right path) they’d squeeze their faces like they bit a lemon and hastily take his coin. Like it was cursed, or something. They were lucky it wasn’t cursed, honestly. He could probably figure out how to do that.

This town, though, was filled so full with people that he imagined they couldn’t look at him weird if they wanted to.

People were riding horses, chatting in the streets, all sorts of stalls and merchants were peddling goods, and he was almost positive he could hear music lifting down the street over the general drone. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d run into a place so busy. He’d always been told to stick to the side, out of the way, out of danger.

He didn’t have to listen to that anymore. Though, he did skirt the crowds. The mass of people seemed all too willing to bump shoulders or elbows with each other in the early morning sun, and the last thing he wanted was to have his magic act up in a crowd. He’d done well so far.

Every booth, every merchant, every passerby seemed jubilant, ebbing and flowing. It was like some sort of party.

That was, until, Error spotted it.

A big building, something that Error recognized only vaguely.

It was an amphitheatre.

Geno had taken him to see one once. Or, at least, the ruin of one. It hadn’t been too far from their home, and it was pretty abandoned and lonely. Plants had crawled up its walls, stones had fallen off in chunks, animals seemed to have deemed its high windows a perfect spot to build nests. It had been breathtaking, and ancient.

This one? Seemed perfectly in-use.

The walls were all in-tact, stones, an easy to look at grey, smooth and covered in little intricate carvings. Spells, he had to imagine, in some language he didn’t know. Curtains hung over the huge arched entrances, and heavy gates seemed to be lifted, the spikes at the base loomed over the heads of every passerby.

He couldn’t help but marvel. Was this a restoration, or maybe it was new. Some sort of imitation. Regardless, he found that his feet carried him to one of the entrances, which stood largely empty aside from some folks who looked strikingly like guards.

Two of them stood, long spears in-hand. They both stood stock still as Error approached, and didn’t move a muscle as he passed them. They were strange, definitely different. Not at all the town guard he was familiar with.

The inside of the theatre was even more impressive. Rows and rows of stands seemed to line up either side. Huge tapestry hung from the high arches past those seats, and down the runways of the bleachers, all a bright teal and dark navy blue. They seemed fancy, and much newer than the curtains which had hung in the entrance.

Beyond the walkway where he stood, was a set of stairs which led down a level or so, before it leveled out into an open space. Sandy, and very flat. It seemed like there were people there, too. A much smaller crowd, but still a crowd nonetheless.

Error was almost amazed he’d not been stopped by someone yet. Whatever was going on seemed important, and so far in his experience, people did not like him sticking his nose into important business.

With that in mind, he decided he’d stick to the entryway for now. He leaned his bag up against the wall and watched from a position where the sun still shadowed his form. He was often grateful for his miscolored bones. It made hiding in the dark a whole lot easier.

It took a bit for him to really process what he was watching in the morning light.

There were four people sat on a sort of raised box toward the front of a stage. A huge stage, raised up off the sand with wood slats. They had a long-table before them, and quills and ink jars in-hand. Well, three were sitting. One was standing. But the point is, they were all watching the stage very attentively.

On-stage there was… basically nothing. Only a simple backdrop Error had to imagine was there at all times, because it looked like it was coated in sand, even from the distance where he stood.

A person would enter the stage, the people sat on the box would speak to them, and then there was a flare of magic. Another. Another. And then they were dismissed.

It wasn’t until he really bothered to think about what magic was being cast that he realized those were extremely simple spells being used. Levitate, Create Water, Mimicry. Or Flame, Gust, Light. All just three easy spells, and then they were off-stage. That was taught magic. It gave him memories of his entrance exam to his school. He’d been way overqualified to get in, Geno taught him after all…

But, no, this didn’t feel the same. There were plenty of people who seemed to stumble at spells they didn’t recognize, or who couldn’t muster a simple breeze. Then others who were very old and obviously skilled. Obviously they found the three spells to be child’s play. Like Error would. This was no entrance exam, so what-

“Hey, pipsqueak, what are you doing there in the dark?” A voice startled him, and it took all of his willpower to avoid jumping away from its origin.

Error twisted rapidly, just in time to avoid the thrust of an elbow in his direction.

There was a monster there. Three, actually. Two lizards, both bright green and tropical, and one who looked more like a dragon. The green one closer to him must have spoken, because he laughed at Error’s flinch.

“Why are you bothering me?” Error shot back haughtily.

The lizard seemed to grin at the response.

“Oh, so we’ve got a feisty little small fry here? Thinks he’s scoping out the competition?” The dragonish one hissed, voice deep.

The other green one tittered a giggle, “So cute! I can’t believe the King really decided to let just anyone try out for Royal Mage.”

Oh…

The lizard before him seemed to take this silence as a weakness, and reached out quicker than Error could react. A flick to the middle of his forehead.

Error winced and pulled away, back and into the arena. He grit his teeth and clutched his skull, where at the same moment the lizard jumped back and shook their hand in the air a bit. His magic had reacted poorly again, and while it was better than it used to be, it still stung like 5 wasps touching down and stinging the same point all at once.

“Little freak.” Was all the monster hissed, before he fled. His two friends moving on behind him in confusion. Approaching the line to the stage.

Error stood there in the sun for a moment, rubbing at his forehead until the pain was more of a numb static.

If anything, he appreciated the little run-in with those wanna-bes. Now he knew exactly what this was, and why it had felt so familiar to him.

The Mage Trials.

Geno had to go through them, and he’s been very thorough about his every single detail while doing it. Even though he was the best mage Error had ever known, he’d still stressed and wrote page after page of plans and spells and had placed them into a folder that felt thicker than an encyclopedia. Geno had always been the only one of them who bothered studying. Fresh couldn’t go to school anymore, and Error… Well, Error didn’t need to.

Thinking about it, Geno had been very quiet about it, but Error had looked into his folder a few times. Just out of curiosity. It’d been split into three rounds, something Geno had said was standardized. The first was a test of someone’s basic magic skills, the second were more complex spells which the mage has practice in, and the third, the one that had given Geno the most grief, was the personal spell round. In the last one, there were no restrictions to what someone could do, so long as they had done the work themselves, and that it mostly used magic.

If he was right, and he usually was, then this was the first round. Eliminating those with nothing but a hope and a prayer in their pocket before they got embarrassed before the one looking for the Mage in the first place. In this case, whoever this kingdom’s king even was.

In just a few moments, Error had decided.

This was how he’d prove himself.

The line was already starting to get longer, and he didn’t want to be here until nightfall in a queue. He dusted off his scarf, his shoes, his bag, and set off into the bright sun to secure his place in this contest. No prep. No warning. Just with his raw skill and what he’d learned so far. Nothing could possibly go wrong.

Finally.

Error felt like it had been hours in the warm sun before he was finally up next.

He’d been watching, of course. Watching as the people before him were passed or failed. It was just as he’d expected, and he couldn’t help but be a bit giddy as the two green lizard who’d bothered him earlier both failed. Though their dragonish friend had passed, it was still enough of a victory for him.

Along with that, he noticed that the three people sat were all in robes of nobles. Something the wealthy and lofty would think to wear in a blazing hot arena all day. The one standing, though, was wearing all black. A hood was over his head, but Error thought he might be some sort of cat-monster. Very stone faced, very still. The only time Error had seen him move was seemingly to veto whatever choice the other three were making. He thought it was interesting.

That didn’t matter, though.

Based on what he’d seen, these people wouldn’t have any qualms with his magic. He was much better than half the people who’d already been passed, and knew he could keep him calm up on the stage. It’d be just like his entrance exam.

He watched as the monster who’d gone before him, a skeleton who was twice his height and twice as animal-ish, bowed gratefully to the people on the boxes, the evaluators, and exited. She’d passed fairly easily, Error thought. Though, her focus seemed elsewhere based on how shaky the hold on her last flame had been.

“Next!”

The call was shrill, and Error had heard it over a hundred times already today, but this time it bounced in his ears as he lifted himself up the steps and strode onstage.

If he’d thought about it, he would’ve tried to find a place to stache his bag, but it was too late for that, and frankly he didn’t trust it not to get stolen once it was out of his sight. Not with how busy the city seemed.

When he was stood in the center of the stage, he looked out across the way to the evaluators. They seemed closer up here than they did when he was on the ground. Interesting.

“First spell,” The person on the far left called, though Error could tell now that it was a voice projection spell. So they didn’t strain their vocal chords, “ Levitate.”

That was simple. One of the first spells he’d been taught as a kid.

His eyes skimmed briefly, there had been a few props on stage that he only noticed once he was closer that were meant to be used with this sort of spell, but Error wasn’t for that. Instead, he muttered the words under his breath, outstretched a hand, and felt his magic reach out around him. Beyond the stage.

There… There was a barrier of some sorts, pushing back against his magic, between himself and the evaluators. He furrowed his brow and urged his magic forward. He didn’t have to break through it. He just. Had to- His magic felt like it was looping and wriggling like a worm through the dirt, but when it broke through on the other end, it felt so much more clear. He could feel a potent magic there, something raw and wet, like the air before a storm.

That didn’t matter, though. None of it did, because he was on a mission. His magic finally found its target, the stacks of ink bottles which the middle evaluator had just before their parchment. The magic latched on, and Error finally allowed himself a grin as he tugged his hand upwards. They floated calmly into the air, three of them, and did a quick spinning motion, before settling back down just where he’d found them.

He didn’t catch the looks on the threes faces, but he had to imagine they were priceless. He was more focused on letting the spell dissipate and preparing for the next.

It took a moment, before, “Second Spell,” They said, “Create Water.”

Another easy one.

Error held his hand out again, though this time his palm faced the sky rather than the ground. At the mutter of his words, he could feel the water manifesting. Tiny droplets leaking from his fingers and into the air above his open palm, where he let it gather into a nice, easy sphere.

It hovered, and for this one he could see the nods from the three evaluators. The fourth, the cat monster, didn’t move an inch. A good sign.

Error, after a breath, moved the orb of water and simply set it on the stage floor. If he had to release it, he didn’t exactly want to get his clothes wet. That orb tended to shoot outwards when he released it, and the water would go everywhere.

“Third spell,” They must’ve been contented with his simply setting down the water, for they continued, “Flame.”

Ah, one of his favorites. He was never very good at it, of course, but it was certainly very fun. If nothing else it’d be a taste of his raw power.

He rolled up his hanging sleeves, quickly using strands of string to wrap them in place, before he picked back up the water orb in one hand. With the other, he faced his palm toward the side of it, and spoke the words for the flame spell.

The heat gathered in his wrist, and all at once shot out of his palm, like a cannon blast. The heat was intense, and Error laughed quietly to himself in pure elation as the fire did exactly what he was hoping. All at once, his glasses fogged, and a burst of steam blew past his face, off to the exiting side of the stage. He’d evaporated his orb, no longer needing to risk someone seeing him fumble with it and soak himself.

He let the fire die after a few second, and quickly grabbed the hem of his scarf to wipe down his glasses from the fog left behind on their surface.

The moment the red rims were back on the bridge of his nose, the voice spoke up again.

“Name?”

Error cleared his throat, before calling back his name in response. Just the first one, the last one didn’t matter anymore.

There was another few breaths of quiet, before,

“Age?”

Error hadn’t heard them ask anyone else for their age, but he figured they’d noticed. How strong and talented he was at such a young age.

He puffed up his chest when he announced, “Twelve!” to the arena.

There were a few muffled murmurs from the line, but Error was too busy grinning across the way at the evaluators as they seemed to talk amongst themselves.

He was ready to hear the word that would mark him to continue. The next part was tomorrow, after this round was concluded and the king arrived. He’d heard about it in the line while he was waiting.

One of the evaluators lifted their gaze back to him. Opened their mouth.

“Disqualified.”

That.

Huh?

Error must’ve visibly glitched at the response, because one of the evaluators seemed to flinch. Ever so slightly.

“How come?!” Error called back, reservations immediately fleeing his mind.

How could they disqualify him? He hadn’t heard them do that to literally anyone else so far today.

The evaluator on the far right spoke up, “Too young. Now please move off the-”

Error might’ve let his mouth speak before his mind, if he hadn’t seen the way the mysterious cat monster seemed to slink forward. A simple tap to the evaluator’s side and they stopped mid-sentence, attention drawing to the person.

He waited with balled fists. Hoping, against it all, that this person was using his mighty veto powers to get him his passing review.

“The Knight wishes to speak to you further.” They said, when the person, the Knight, took a step back. “Exit the stage.”

Mm.

This was his chance. This was his moment. He was being allowed to move on, he was sure of it. It had to be.

He practically scrambled off the stage and down the steps, and found that the Knight had closed the distance very quickly. He gestured silently for Error to follow him off to the side of the arena, seemingly outside of the voice spell’s range, as the noise of magic and calling for the next viewer seemed all muffled and contained.

Something Error noticed about the guy, now that he was right beside him walking along, was also that he wasn’t a cat monster. No, he had some sort of mask shaped like a cat. Black spots painted on black fur, with piercing white eyelights hidden in the darkness cast by his black hood. A cloth mask covered the lower half of his face, so Error would’ve had no idea what kind of monster he was, if he hadn’t left his hands uncovered. They were grey and grimy, but they were most certainly bones.

The other thing he noticed, was the magic. That damp, airy magic was no-doubt from this guy. It practically enveloped the both of them until they were stood in the shade of the wall separating bleachers from arena floor.

“You said you’re twelve?” He finally asked, shifting on his feet to look at Error.

The last thing he noticed, which only happened once he was able to look past the aura, was that. Well. He was a bit taller than this guy. Not by much, but there was certainly something stark about having to look a bit downwards to meet his eyelights.

“Yes, I am.” He claimed proudly, still convinced this was to be his ride to the top.

The knight seemed to skim him with his eyes. Surely taking in Error’s clothes, his bag, his glasses, the weird bones. Though, it didn’t feel pervasive.

“Impressively strong for a kid,” He praised loosely, “And probably talented in spells if the nerds were any indication.”

His voice was quiet and raspy, but Error had no problem listening to it. This strong and very cool guy who was called a ‘knight’ was praising him. This was much better than getting yelled at by his professors. Much.

“Does that mean I passed?” He asked impatiently.

He needed this. He needed this.

The guy’s eyelights lingered on his face a bit, and it was then that Error finally noticed how virtually unreadable this guy was. Impossibly quiet, posture unmoving, all facial features shrouded in shadow and covered by masks?

“I’m not sure what kingdom you’re from, but you’ve got to understand that the folks up there didn’t say no because you’re bad. They said no because the king made a new decree. “No soul under the age of 16 shall be put to work under the crown.” They’ve gotta take it seriously, just like everyone else has to follow the new rules about their own shops and businesses.” He said evenly, eyelights never leaving Error’s face. “You’re a couple years too early is all.”

It felt like he’d been shoved into a ditch, and he could already feel his right hand starting to tremble with the beginnings of a glitch. He was furious! How could they possibly say no to him because of some stupid rule about his age?

“No!” He exclaimed, trying to bite back the distortion on his voice, “I’m not going to just walk away. If I could just move on to the next round, they’d see I’m different! I’m not some weak little baby!”

He clenched his fists, driving his jittering one forcefully into his pocket.

The knight didn’t even flinch at his declaration.

“They’ve already seen that.” He said easily. “Listen to me. Error, right?”

Error hesitantly nodded.

“Error, ‘m sure that if my Lord saw you in action, he too would agree that you are very strong and resourceful.” The knight said, and Error hated that it sounded earnest. “But, he set that law into place for very good reason. If by any means those folks back there were to let you through, to pass you, and you made it before the king next round? They’d have committed treason, and I’d have their souls on the end of my bone in three seconds flat.”

His voice was hard and serious, and Error held strong as a loud crack echoed out beside the knight. A bone raised from the ground, sharp and jagged on the end, absolutely radiating magic.

“Do you really want their blood on your conscience, just so that you get sent away by the King anyways?” The knight offered.

Error hunched his shoulders a bit, and he felt his static worsen as he let his eyes linger on the bone. Yes. He muttered inside his head. He wanted to scream it at the man before him. Tell him that this was his one golden chance to prove himself.

But to who? He would ask, and Error wouldn’t be able to say it. It’d be a wasted sentiment and wasted time and wasted lives just for his temper tantrum.

“...No.” He bit out meekly.

He stood there, feeling a familiar shame creep up his spine. The knight made no move to leave, though he did let his bone disappear. The ground looked untouched from where it had split out of. Just more sand. Sand that was getting into Error’s bones. That he’d have to clean out later. Swinging in his hammock, lonely and moping.

“Heh,” The chuckle was almost inaudible, and Error was almost ready to let his distress turn back into rage, but, “Better kid than I was.” The Knight mused into the open air.

He seemed to shift his stance again, and Error took a half step back.

“You’ve got your life ahead of you, kid. Don’t let this keep you down. Take the road less traveled by or whatever.” He said then, waving a hand loosely before him.

Error stared at him, trying to even his breath, before he had an idea.

“The other two rounds will be here, right?” He asked, voice still harshly stuttering and screeching. The Knight seemed unbothered.

“Yeah. Planning on sticking around to watch?” The knight questioned, though it felt more like a warning.

Error nodded in agreement without hesitation. “If these geezers can get the job, I need to see what kind of tricks they have up their sleeves.” He agreed.

That earned another little chuckle, before the knight looked back to the stage.

Up in the center was a new mage, a human who seemed to be making a pretty wild wind that was whipping the sand around, bothering the people in line behind him. Error heard the knight make a scoffing noise, before turning back towards the stage.

“Go hang around somewhere else for a while, why don’t you? I have to go make sure those nerds don’t pass that guy.”

Error didn’t even get to say a farewell before the Knight was off.

It seemed like every stride he teleported a bit further, building speed until he stopped cleanly up on the pedestal. Just in time for the sandstorm to die down.

Error didn’t want to walk away from this, he didn’t, but staying would only waste his time. It only took a few more seconds, to watch the knight nudge the evaluator and hear the muffled call of ‘fail’ ring out across the arena before he was turning tail and moving out of the sandy paradise, back into the bustle of the living city.

It was impossible to miss it. The sounds of celebration as the monarch entered the town.

Error could see the royal carriage from his perch, an old temple tower that had at some point lost its bell. It seemed untouched, birds nests and cobwebs, so he’d set up a hammock and a little makeshift shelter inside using his strings just before night fell.

He’d snatched some food from the town as dusk was setting in, and he’d been comfortably whittling away the dark hours, working hard on his plan.

With the King officially in town, that meant the second round would be starting up shortly, taking the numbers of who would be in the third round down by hundreds. He hoped the king was stingy about it. He hoped that dragonish monster would stumble on his spell and turn someone into a frog.

The thought humored him, and he cackled quietly to himself from his makeshift room.

The sun was high again, and he was only a part of the way through. His spells required a lot of his magic to be woven into them, and while it was much much faster than what he’d heard was the usual, it was still difficult to make.

Weaving the blue strings from his sockets, to his fingers, around his fingertips, and into the shapes he needed. It was monotonous, and boring by all accounts, but with every strand there was a new flow of power. A new pump of adrenaline into Error’s soul as he recognized his creation becoming more potent. Intent, intent, intent, every loop and knot was filled to the brim with it. His frustration sat at the core. Much more volatile and destructive than his usual intent, but it would serve him well if he wanted this plan to go well. Around it was his determination. The strings woven in with a sense of stubbornness which refused to let go, like a snake swallowing its prey whole. This would compress the first layer into a proper state. Let it coil and coil and coil until it burst. It’d be big, and loud, and send out that message he so desperately needed to be heard by the king.

Skipping the second round would probably hurt him in the long run, but… That knight had said he’d have to kill those people if he showed his face in round two. So, he’d just appear in round three instead, and make up for missing the second one. A final act, of sorts.

He’d have to be at this all day to make the time crunch. The orb was hardly as big as his palm, not nearly big enough. Though, he had wasted time making the shelter and finding food. He’d just have to skip a couple meals to make up for it. He didn’t really need to eat that much anyways, he’d known that for years. He just tried to make an effort when he smelled something tasty.

He knew he could manage.

It was late in the night when Error finally started on the outer layers. Those which would be filled with his patience, so that the potent insides would not be sensed as he moved with it among the many magic users.

The town had begun to line the streets with torches and party as the stars arrived. No doubt celebrating those who would be at the third and final round tomorrow. The ones who would be competing to become the new Royal Mage.

To Error? Every single moment down there was dedicated to him. They just didn’t know it yet.

The morning came, and Error only had a few more layers.

By the time the sun was almost in the center of the sky above, he had finished it, and carefully tucked it into his backpack. He unraveled the strings and carefully wrapped them, shaping them, changing them into a thin net with long ends. This was shoved into his jacket sleeve, the ends clutched tight in his hand.

It took him hardly any time at all to get to the arena, and he was early.

Good.

He settled himself up in the stands, as close to the stage as he could get. Many people seemed to be staying outside the arena, sticking to the streets, but there was still enough of a crowd in the bleachers that Error had to be careful as he worked his way along the edges. He needed to be closer. Closer…

There.

He stood at the railing behind the stage.

From here, he could see the line to the left, and he could see the people who had finished lingering on the other side. None of them spoke to each other, only standing about, icily, waiting for the rest to finish so they’d know which of them was chosen, and who was not. Error had to imagine that these folks were just as lame and boring as the seniors from his old academy. No fun at all.

He waited, so, so patiently, for the next few people. The last few.

Though he couldn’t see the spells themselves, he could certainly feel the pressure coming off of them. The control that they’d need to balance it. How much it might’ve drained their energy to do it just once. He was attuned to that sort of thing, he had to be.

His assessment was that all of these last few folks weren’t bad, but they were no match for Error’s raw talent.

Each spell cast seemed to tick away at Error’s patience, until it finally happened. The last mage went on-stage. It seemed there had been 15 of them.

He’d have to make 16, then.

It felt like a blur as he jumped the rails and let his strings carry him across the open space, much to the shock of the few who had been watching the competitors from around him. The blue lines snatched at the wooden supports of the stage, and he swung right over top, landing a bit messily in the center of the stage.

He didn’t have time to look at everything. All he knew was the crowd was much larger than last time, that there was a shout of ‘Hey!’’ from somewhere to his left, and that the box across from the stage now held only three people. Monsters. One Error recognized, the knight in shadows who’d spoken to him. The other two he didn’t know, but he had to assume the one in the middle, tall and imposing, and dark, with an eyelight the same colors as the tapestries, was the King he was looking to impress. That was all he needed to know.

“M’lord, my name is Error!” He called out across the sand, and in one motion he shrugged the bag off his shoulders and used his strings to tug the orb out of its canvas body. “I want to prove that I’m more capable than any of the adults who just went before me! I could be your mage!” He would be the mage.

The orb sat cradled in Error’s hand for only the briefest moment, before it was inside the little net he’d made. He swung it in circles. Again. Again. Again.

He had to be fast. He had to do this quick.

Error spent one last moment, extending his reach through his strings, muttering words and igniting an intangible spark.

For a brief moment, he watched as the King seemed to ease forward. A hand now raised, seemingly calling off his knights, who had been almost in motion.

He released the orb directly upwards, momentum carrying it up.

Up.

Into the blue sky. Practically into the sun.

Error watched it rise above him.

Only.

“Shit.”

His calculations must’ve been off. He must’ve added a layer too many, or maybe he released it a swing too soon. But he could tell that it wouldn’t clear the top of the arena.

Maybe if he had a few more seconds he could’ve used strings to boost it. He could’ve sent a magic gust to lift it further.

Not the case.

He watched as the orb detonated, just like it was supposed to.

The wave moved horizontally through the air, and swept across the air above the arena so quickly that it sucked the sand from the top layer and threw it against the tall walls. Error’s footing slipped, and he stumbled to his knees on the stage as the wind whipped and tugged the heavy curtains into the air current as well.

It was an almost invisible force, Error had to imagine anyone without a solid grasp of magic would entirely miss it as it spread out.

He winced as it finally reached the edges of the arena, where he had just barely managed to fall short of clearing.

As the magic passed over the stone and mortar, he saw as it fell. Not in chunks, but crumbled like dust into fine particles. The upper half of every arch at the top of the grand amphitheatre, turned pitch black, then wasted away.

He hadn’t meant for it to come in contact with anything. It wasn’t supposed to do anything but harmlessly wave over everyone’s heads. As a show of his strength. That was all.

Error could only think back to when this had happened before. When he’d accidentally exploded Geno’s favorite mug while metering the strength of his strings. When he’d broken the wheel of a carriage passing through the woods with a wayward slingshot blast. When he’d broken all ten of the large windows in the lecture hall of the academy when he failed to complete a spell the way it was written. When he’d done it too well.

As he rose to his feet, he half expected the nagging voice of his older brother to be there, chastising him for not being more careful, before taking him home and making him dinner.

It wasn’t that, though.

He watched out across the sand. The king had his head tilted only slightly, looking up at Error’s lofty mistake. At the clean cut where stone now met unbothered air. His knight, the one in all black, was leaned ever so slightly towards him. They must’ve been speaking. Or, at least, the knight was.

About Error, he had no doubt.

He stayed in place, watching, swaying a bit with the residual force of his own spell lingering in his fingertips. Every instinct which told him to run and to hide were smothered and stamped out by the ligering fact that he had nowhere to go. Without his brothers, there was no one to help him. He knew it.

Even in front of this crowd. These mages. This King and his knights. He couldn’t bring himself to move offstage. Some part of him, deep down, childishly wanted the King to announce that he was impressed. To parade him offstage and let him experience what Geno had. Let him know why Geno left.

The King’s single eyelight swam back over to look at Error in the silence.

Error felt like the world had stopped.

It hadn’t.

There was a clattering of armor and rustling of fabric, suddenly loud in his ears, and he had no time to react as everything came rushing in all at once.

Hands. Heavy, gloved hands. Two sets, two hands each wrapped one of his upper arms, and immediately lifted him off the ground. Into the air.

Pain flooded into his bones from his soul, like twin lightning strikes, trying to singe the bone and the magic in its core. The pressure wasn’t much, his mind knew that, but his body usually didn’t listen to him. He tried desperately to hold it in. The rampant part of his magic that had been hurting him since he could remember. That made it hard to touch anyone. To shake hands. To hug his brothers.

“Let go!” He pleaded, though he wasn’t sure if his voice made any sense. Fresh always told him they couldn’t tell what he was saying when his voice got too bad.

More pain. He kicked his legs at the open air, and tried to muster control over his strings, just for a moment, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t focus.

And all at once it stopped.

Error’s feet were on the ground again, though that promptly became his knees again as he swayed and wavered in the sudden aftermath of his active magic dying down. Receding back into his soul. Because it didn’t need to ‘protect’ him anymore.

He spotted then, as his vision returned to something aside from the gloves or the sky, that the King was no longer in his throne. In fact, there was a heavy, encompassing, magical weight behind him now. Somewhere very, very close-by.

He took a deep breath, grounding himself.

“We are taking a recess.” Announced a booming voice. Very nearby. It was deep, and felt almost the same as the projection spell from two days prior. Then, more quietly, “You will leave the boy to me. Go ensure no one was injured, then manage the crowd. I’ll make my choice tomorrow at sunrise.”

The second bit felt quieter, an edge to the tone that Error didn’t quite like. Considering he must be the boy in question.

It was a moment, a few muddled ‘Yes, my king’ s, before Error found a pair of boots stepping before him. His head swam as he looked upwards.

The King, he figured that had to be him, was dark. Very dark. Like a living, dripping, shadow. Magic seemed to be all he was made of, an aura radiating from him. Dripping off his back into long slimy worms, twitching as they sat near the ground. He wore a fancy cape, too. One with huge gold clasps on his shoulders, one was shaped like the moon.

Error looked to his face last. In hindsight, something that could’ve been very, very bad. He was met with a dripping face. Skeletal. The place where his right socket should’ve sat was covered in that dark substance. The other hollow, with that bright cyan orb staring right back at him.

“Can you stand?” His voice came easily, and Error braced himself.

Could he?

He had to, he didn’t want to be touched again.

Error took another breath, and managed to rise silently to his feet.

“Good,” the King said once he was standing, “Follow me.”

It was an order he didn’t dare refuse.

Error found himself in an odd position.

He’d been given time to sit and recover from his magic’s outlash, and now he was sat in a room beneath the bleachers of the arena alongside the King and that knight he’d met before. The other one was guarding the door, he thought.

It’d been silent for a while, and it was almost expected when the silence was finally broken.

“You said your name is Error, correct?” The King asked, and Error gave a nod of yes. He forced himself to meet the King’s gaze.

“Dust says that you’re only 12, and our people disqualified you in the first round. Is that right?”

Error nodded again.

“And Dust even explained to you why you were disqualified?”

Another nod. It seemed he’d at least made an impression on the knight. Dust.

The King tilted his head ever so slightly to the side, eyelight holding Error’s tightly.

“Then, I’ll ask, what brought you to think this was a good choice? To try and become Royal Mage above any cost it might bring?” The king asked, and Error was surprised to find it was a shockingly gentle tone. “Your home, your family, your life. You are so young, why put it all on the line like this?”

Oh.

It was almost funny. Was this whole thing because the king was some sort of charitycase? So disillusioned by his perfect life that he couldn’t even think of the hardships any random kid could go through? He almost grinned at that, barely keeping his mouth from twitching in a mix of frustration and humor.

“I wanted to prove myself,” He muttered, “And besides, becoming the Royal Mage would be great.”

He waited, waited for the King to inhale, to say something, before,

“I’m an orphan.” He spat, finally. “Family abandoned me, house is left behind, expelled from school. I don’t want to keep wandering.”

It was basically the truth. This was his big break. His one last chance before he became a hated little vagabond. Maybe even a criminal. Maybe he’d have to go on the run for the rest of his life, live as a nomad. Join a caravan. Those people got stopped a lot though, kingdoms didn’t like them. He’d probably explode some city’s bakery by mistake and get put in jail for-

“Wait!” Error suddenly exclaimed, breaking free of his thoughts, “Am I in trouble? Am I going to jail??” He asked then.

His worries slammed to a grinding halt and he stared wide-eyed at the two before him. Geno had always told him not to go making his big stuff near town, because if the guard caught him he wouldn’t be able to bail him out. He’d end up in jail. Of course, it’d never happened back then because he was always fast enough. Always smart enough to get out of dodge when he broke something or made poor decisions. Here? Here he hadn’t run when he had the chance.

The King stared at him, his one eyelight nearly mirroring Error’s in surprise at the question.

“I mean,” he started, “You’re young. If I wont let you work for me, I wouldn’t dare put you in prison either.” The King stated, “Though, you did do quite a bit of damage to the theatre.”

Error watched him break eye contact finally and look over his shoulder to the Knight stood there. He’d been silently watching Error too.

When he had no insight, The king seemed to heave a sigh, and the shadowy extra limbs which draped around him twitched.

“You’re sure you have no family? No home?” the King asked him again, and Error nodded.

The king muttered something under his breath, and shot the Knight another look. The knight shrugged.

“I… Will not employ you. Though, I do see talent in you, Error.” the King said carefully, a bit slower in his words than he had been up until now. Almost… unsure. “I will, however, extend to you the title so that you may conduct…” He waved a hand before himself, as though searching for a word, “ You may conduct independent research. If you accept, of course.”

“You would be free to resend your acceptance at any moment, no strings attached, and may take any work you complete along with you, and any pay you receive would be given to you after your 16th birthday, if you stay that long.” He added, “I’ll have to rewrite the contract, but-”

“I accept!”

Error couldn’t help himself. He was so excited he could puke. The last thing he’d expected was to pull this off. This shitshow of a scheme actually got him the job? He could scream. He could jump up and down for joy. He didn’t, he sat eagerly and tense in his seat instead, but he could’ve.

The King seemed to hesitate, for a few breaths, before relaxing. He stood, and offered a hand out slowly to Error.

Error stood too, grinning. He could manage this one. He could do it.

It was brief, but he grasped the King’s hand and shook it firmly.

“Dust, will you help Error locate his belongings, and escort him to wherever he is staying tonight? I’ll send Cross to swap with you a bit later. We’ll reconvene in the morning just before sunrise.”

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jacscorner · 3 years ago

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RWBY Maids RPG: Ruby Rose

So I like Maid RPG, and I still have a sot spot for RWBY, so I figured I'd make posts about building RWBY Characters into Maid RPG for fun.

And, naturally, we're gonna start with the star of RWBY...Ruby Rose.

Ruby Rose is the main heroine of the series named after her-sort of. Inspired by her dead mother, this silver-eyed scythe-sniper dreams of becoming a Huntswoman and boy did that dream come true and then some.

Honestly, HOW there isn't an official Maid RPG X RWBY crossover is beyond me...

I'll break down my reasoning for everything, but if you'd rather skip to the end for the general build, just Ctrl+F "TL;DR" or "Ecru" for the build stats.

Alright, first, let's go to the allocation of stats. If you're rolling yourself, I'm assuming you'll just roll up your numbers and plug them in as appropriate. In game, you'll role 2d6 and divide by 3. So here's the priority list of Ruby's stats.

Will: Ruby is nothing if not an optimist.

Affection: Ruby loves everyone. She's got a shit list, but it's incredibly short.

Athletics: She's a little girl carrying a big-ass scythe. Ruby lifts.

Luck: Ruby's pretty lucky throughout the series, but we need other stats more.

Skill: Ruby seems like the type of gremlin who'd eat cookies every day if she could and would have a bed covered in crumbs. Ironically, being good at being an actual maid is not required in this game and Ruby probably would do a lousy job.

Cunning: Now, this isn't to say that Ruby is smart, but manipulating people and deceiving others isn't her strong suit.

Now for Ruby's Maid-Type. In-game, you take 2 different types for your maid, or 1 type twice. Ruby would probably be a Lolita/Heroine-Type Maid.

Lolita doesn't mean 'loli' in this instance (though it can if you want, I won't stop you). Lolita means childish, innocent, sweet. Ruby, even when the show darkens in tone, keeps this kind of air to her. Lolita-Types get +1 Luck, -1 Athletics.

Heroine is pretty straight forward. In context, Heroine-Types earnest hardworkers, doing their very best. How is that not Ruby? Heroine-Types get +1 Will, -1 Luck

Next is the fun flavor stuff; Special Qualities. You can take anywhere between 2 to 5. 2 is recommended, but I'd play 3 for my own personal games. Either or, here's the Top 5 you should take for your Ruby Maid.

Overactive Imagination: Ruby is very energetic and imaginative. She had a big hand in that food fight in Volume 2...

Accessory - Pet: Zwei would be perfect for a small, animal companion to follow Ruby around.

Symbol - Cross: She does have crosses on her character design, but I think it's more for a goth aesthetic than her being a woman of any faith...

Relationship - Sibling: I mean, we're gonna get to Yang eventually. Maybe. Hopefully.

Monster - Shinigami/Secret Job - Assassin: Yeah, these two are both just for fun. Shinigami, aka a Grim Reaper, is just to play up the Scythe aesthetic. And Assassin is, again, just for fun. Maid RPG isn't a very combat focused game, but it makes for some fun character flavoring.

The next important thing are your Stress Explosion and Maid Roots. In Maid RPG, you don't lose HP, you gain Stress. When your Stress overcomes your Spirit (basically your HP), you go into a Stress Explosion. Maid Roots are self-explanatory; it's how you became a maid.

For Ruby's Stress Explotion, we'll say her Stress Explosion is Binge; nothing but cookies and sweets until you lose enough Stress to get out of it.

For Roots, we'll take "Admirer of Maids?"; I guess for the sake of this game, we'll say Ruby was inspired to be a maid. Summer Rose DLC when? :P

Next, because this is RWBY, we need to give her a weapon. Again, these are mostly for flavoring, but it can add a bit of fun RP. Naturally, Ruby isn't Ruby without Crescent Rose, but since "Fused Weapons" aren't really a thing here, I think there's two fun ways to go about it.

1. Take a Scythe. Plain and simple. Again, this is Maid RPG, not D&D.

2. Take 'Rifle' and flavor it as a 'Sniper Rifle'. Remember, Crescent Rose is 1/2 Scythe, 1/2 Sniper Rifle, so playing Ruby is a cute little sniper girl is totally in character.

Finally, your Maid Power. This is a special power your character gets based on their highest Stat. If our biggest stat is 'Will' as mentioned before, then we'll take "Hard Work": giving you a +3 bonus to the end result (not the attribute or die roll) of Skill rolls. Which sounds perfect, really; she's determined to be a Maid and she'll be the best she can! If you roll poorly and your stats are 9 or below, you should also take "Persistence": reducing any amount of stress you take by 1.

If SOMEHOW Will isn't your highest stat, then it should probably be Affection or Athletics.

For Affection, you should pick "Power of Friendship", taking 1d6 Stress to remove 2d6 for someone else. Be a true friend and take the L for a buddy.

Athletics, you should pick "Super Evasion", taking 1d6 Stress to completely avoid an attack. Play up Ruby's speed!

TL;DR (Art above by Ecru)

Maid Type; Lolita/Heroine

Maid Color; Red (or Black) Uniform Silver Eyes Black/Red Hair

Attributes;

Athletics: 1

Affection: 3

Skill: 2

Cunning: 2

Luck: 2

Will: 5

Favor (Affection x 2): 6

Spirit (Will x 10): 50

Special Qualities; Overactive Imagination Accessory - Pet (Dog, Zwei) Monster - Shinigami

Maid Weapon: Scythe

Maid Roots: Admirer of Maids

Stress Explosion: Binge

Maid Power: Hard Work

(Art above by Iesupa) And that is Ruby Rose as a Maid! Sadly, there's no "Cape" option in this game, but you can just give Ruby her famous cloak or just homebrew it as a quality, with a "Uniform - Cape" or something. I don't think anyone will bat an eye at something so harmless.

#Maid RPG #RWBY #RWBY Maid #Ruby Rose #JAC Games

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whetstonefires · 3 years ago

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I DON'T WANT TO BE TYPICAL so hmmm. han?

How I feel about this character

I...love Han, slightly against my will but also, like. He's a fun guy.

I think he got new backstory in his own movie that no one cares about except Donald Glover played Lando??? But I'm always going to be here for the Han who burned his Imperial pilot career (that can't have been super easy to achieve as an orphan) to save a seven-foot-tall minority dude who was getting abused by the government.

The fact that Chewie stuck with him afterward--like, there's the formal debt thing? But I've always felt like there was very much also the part where Chewbacca looked at this baby pilot who'd just thrown away the entire edifice of his own survival in a hostile galaxy for his sake, and felt that on a personal level there was no way he could let the natural consequences of that decision catch up. That he could not live with himself if he did that any more than Han could have lived with not saving him.

I have so many feelings about that! That Han is both the kind of person who is actually worth caring about and believing in even though he doesn't think so, and someone who when we meet him has been living most of his adult life with the heavy constant consequence of what it cost him to make the heroic choice just once.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Uh...just Leia, really? If I don't have a problem with a canon ship I don't tend to mess with it. He can have history with Lando, that's sometimes charming, but I think I like it a little better if he doesn't so I probably can't say I ship that.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Uh......based on my rant above, gotta be Chewie actually. I like his friendships with Luke and Lando a lot but the one with Chewie has been pivotal to his whole life so constantly for so long and it is incredibly neglected, both officially and on the fan side. Has it been seriously explored anywhere outside the hated Christmas special.

...to what extent is Chewie's general neglect a result of Christmas Special Radiation rather than the fact that the character doesn't speak English or look human? Not a lot I think, but maybe a bit.

My unpopular opinion about this character

I have no sense of what the popular opinions about Han are. Han takes are so all over the map.

I think Han can probably cook. Like it's not fancy and it's not even pretty, but it's safe and as wholesome as you get when fresh veggies aren't cheap, and it tastes decent. He probably experiments in the kitchen a lot but in the same unscientific way he mods his ship.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Uh well you see I'm kind of detached from What Happened In Canon after the OT at this point but I think a cool direction to go with Han is he keeps trying things.

Because, see, Han doesn't know how to be chill. Han has been in survival mode almost his whole life, but for much of it he's been pretty good at being constantly one step ahead of the reaper, you know? He's always in danger but he's rarely helpless and his whole thing is the hustle to maintain that margin, he's got to move move move.

But Han is not going to be useful or happy in a political context. He can't contribute meaningfully to most of Leia's Republic-constructing work post-trilogy, and he's not under any direct personal survival crunch anymore. So like, I feel like he'd go through phases--he'd involve himself in the military/security end of things because hey he has rank and he's not bad at it, and it works well with his stimulus-seeking high baseline arousal and it's important.

But as things stabilized, which I insist they would in my canon, security work would get more boring and routine and the interesting bits would get less compatible with spending time with Leia, and he'd increasingly be choosing between 'desk work' and 'being told what to do,' so he'd pull out of that.

And this would put him into a cycle of not finding personal fulfillment in whatever he was focusing on, because he's used to having a sense that even his objectively stupid and banal activities are Very Important because his life was routinely on the line and in comparison a more normal routine feels Pointless.

Eventually I think he'd be a pretty heavily involved parent, but before that and after the kids were old enough not to need full-time attention, Han would go through these intense phases trying balance access to the domesticity he does actually want and his needs to not 'be bored' or 'feel useless.'

Honestly there are similarities to what Anakin would go through if he'd left the Order to be Padme's husband after the war, because they do have some significant points of commonality, but Han is a very different, much more stable person with a lot better-developed sense of agency so there would be a lot of 'storming off at a high point of personal frustration to take random cargo jobs in the Falcon for three months and then having to call Leia about the huge drug-smuggling operation that he stumbled ass-first into' but probably no actual breakdowns.

#star wars #ask meme #misskirby #ask #han solo

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rainbowgazes-archive · 3 years ago

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I wanna start making music but I have no idea where to even start. I've never fully learned an instrument before or used like any kind of audio software really. Do you have any tips for getting started??

Here are some tips and hopefully I don't get too long winded with this lol

Playing an instrument is not necessary to make music, though I would highly recommend learning how to play one as it can usually be a great reference point if you're ever working with other instruments. For instance, I started out playing guitar, and was able to translate that skill to bass and to a lesser extent keyboard. Sweetwater is a good site that has listings for some pretty cheap starter instruments. Reverb is another that sells used stuff.

If you get an instrument, make sure you buy something cheap. Not because you shouldn't expect yourself to keep going with it, but because sinking a bunch of money into something is just going to put extra pressure on you to learn it, and the last thing you need when learning to make music is pressure.

If you can't afford an instrument you can still make music with a digital audio workstation, commonly referred to as DAW. Ableton is one of the biggest ones out there. it's very user friendly, has lots of documentation and plenty of tutorials on youtube. Reaper is rather barebones DAW and has a somewhat steep learning curve but it's got a really long trial and a really cheap license and it's highly modular. It also has tons of tutorials and documentation. Couple others I can think of are FL Studio, Cubase. You'll want to look around and see what looks appealing to use.

If you do end up learning an instrument, there are plenty of places online and on youtube that can give you scales and whatnot to practice.

You're probably gonna start out making stuff that sounds kinda wonky. It will sound really off and it'll take a while to pick up on why. You need to be comfortable with this because literally everyone goes through this.

Don't compare your progress of learning and making stuff with other people. Music is not a race nor a competition.

The last tip I have might be kind of a ramble, but I've been teaching myself to play and write music for the past 16 years and the most important thing anyone should know when they start learning music is that there is no wrong way to learn.

A lot of people start out learning chords/scales, and things about theory, but I always hated the idea of learning that way. The way I kept myself going was to really hone in on what kind of music I liked the most, and how can I imitate it. And I don't mean perfectly imitate either, I mean at least just match the notes I'm playing/writing to the notes of the music I like the most.

When I first picked up a guitar I was obsessed with Green Day, so what I started doing to learn guitar was match the notes on my guitar to whatever I heard in the song. For the first 3-4 months I only played on one string, just sliding one finger up and down. And most of the time I'd just be playing the bass line or something, but through that I eventually figured out what a bar chord is, what it sounds like, how to do it, and just kept moving up from there. Not only was I learning, I was also kept entertained by getting to listen to my favorite music.

Years later, I still do that (on more than one string and finger now) and I'm able to play and write for multiple instruments. And that's not me trying to flex, that's just saying that you can start literally anywhere doing anything. Don't worry about efficiency, don't worry about being perfect, don't worry about getting something out there for everyone to hear as soon as possible. It's cliche as fuck but really, you just gotta enjoy yourself with it. Hope this helps <3

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caxsthetic · 4 years ago

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DEMON'S PRAYER — Kita Shinsuke x Reader — Angels&Demons!AU

Episode 1: Last Task

Type: TV Series (Multiple Chapters)

Cast: Kita Shinsuke, Suna Rintarou, Oikawa Tooru, Akaashi Keiji

Storyline: You were just another soul to be bound, another task that he needed to complete. That was what inside his head when the king gave him the mission. Yet now as you hummed giddily in the kitchen, with his shirt engulfed your figure — he started to feel unsure.

Genre: Fantasy, Drama, Mature

Darkness. It was the only thing that predominated in this bottomless pit called hell. The freezing temperature biting the skin without mercy, sending shivers down the spine for those who just arrived. There was no intense fire that burned, such a contrast to how humans portrayed this realm.

Everything that unfolded here was just melancholy. Poor soul dragged forcefully by the reaper, some of them wailing — begging to be released. But some of them just had their head hanging low, accepting the twisted fate that they got themself into.

He could only snicker, at how those humans acted as if they didn't just kill their own kind, acting like bullying and stealing someone's virginity was not a sin. They never thought about any consequences that might come at the afterlife. Or maybe, they just never foreseen what waited for them after their heart stops beating.

His brown orbs glowed in the dark, amused as he looked down to where the reaper twins just got back from earth. Both of them always had some entertaining soul to drag. Usually, they even made fun of the once human, spitting some snide comment about wasting their life.

It was no surprise that one of the twins wished to be born as a human. From the longing look inside his greyish orbs, or how he seemed so harsh over all of the ungrateful sinners — the silver-haired reaper didn't enjoy the chance of life that was given for him.

Kita could not really see the reason why one of the twins seemed to seek a mundane life. Either demon or reaper, they were born as something more. They were gifted, all above humans that were just a tiny goldfish compared to them.

Ah, it was rude for him to call humankind like that. But it was the truth, at least from his point of view. Demons, just like angels — were both creatures created by the supreme. Both had artifice that was a lot higher than humankind.

Angels and demons stay in their own realm to do their jobs, worshipping the supreme deity. Or as for the demons, they were lurking under the shadows, doing all the impossible jobs to take care of all the sinners in this universe.

Kita never cared much about how everyone said the supreme just playing favourites by keeping the angels in heaven, and demons in hell. It was not like he did all the tasks for the omnipresent anyway. As long as he knew he could do anything if he had the king's trust, being good in front of the supreme was at the bottom of his list.

Propping his chin with a hand, his legs dangled at the edge of the palace's rooftop. He just got back from a task a few hours ago. Once again, of course, ended up in success. If his counting was right, he only just needed to finish one more assignment from the king.

Just one more before he could be granted the power to bend the rules as much as he liked, to go anywhere as freely without anything tying him down. Just one more, before hell being told to bow for him.

He really couldn't wait to be the king's right-hand man for all eternity.

"Kita-sama~" He gritted his teeth when his eardrum caught the familiar sing-song voice that belonged to his junior. "Don't ignore me like that, Kita-sama. I know you can hear me." It grew closer and closer to his side, wanting his attention so bad.

He didn't have to turn his face around to recognise who it was. The wind that suddenly occurred due to the flap of wings, causing his straight hair to dishevelled a little.

"What is it now, Suna?"

Suna Rintarou, another demon that clung to him ever since birth. All of the other demons always made fun of him, saying he was too pretty, too delicate to be called a demon. Even with the higher-ups, they were all used to calling him an imposter — an angel in disguise.

But when Kita became the only one who stood for him, guiding his path to be a real demon, all the whispers stopped. Suna was a lot more destructive, sadistic, having no mercy to any soul. His pretty face was just a facade, because behind it all, was a demon who never hesitated to decapitate sinners.

Sometimes, even to some innocent creatures.

"Satan's called." The younger demon stated mindlessly. "Saying about giving you one last order or something, Kita-sama."

Kita released a sigh with how careless his companion acted just now. Manners, something that the dark-haired demon always lacked off. Just because they were creatures which didn't really sound like they would care for such courtesy, they really had the utmost respect toward each other.

"You did not just call the king with his real name." His finger went up to his temple, trying to massage the headache that wanted to come. "How many times do I need to tell you that we address Satan as the king?"

Suna could sense the irritation that dripped on each word being spoken, even though the intonation was flat and filled with no emotion. Yet he knew the superior demon long enough to recognise the stern expression that showed disapproval.

"Sorry." It was such a short apology, but with how he landed his feet and closed his wings, Kita knew that the younger demon really meant it. Even though Suna could be so scary at the point everyone didn't dare to be within one-metre range with him, he always had such a different personality when it came to the brown-eyed demon.

“Just remember it next time.” And no matter how many times the younglings made mistakes, Kita always put a blind eye to it. “Where is the king? Throne room?” He stood up, dusting his clothes delicately even though there was nothing that stained the fabric.

“No, Sa— I mean, the king is in the garden right now.”

Kita raised his eyebrows in confusion. Everytime a demon was given a task, the king would be there in the throne room, wearing his almighty crown made of fire. And for three hundred years, he never thought that the king would even invite him to come to the garden — the place where it was exclusive only for the higher-ups.

“Alright.” Suna smirked when he heard the answer, always so straightforward. “I see that smirk, Suna.” But it changed into a flabbergasted one in an instant.

“Sorry. You just always amused me, Kita-sama.” Brown orbs pierced into his soul, as if telling him to continue his words. “The king just called for you, in his garden that all of us lowlife demons never see with our eyes. Yet you didn’t look afraid or nervous at all.”

“Well, when you said it like that.” Kita chuckled lowly from the honest words, flailing his black wings as he was ready to take off. He pondered a little, never thought much about it before since he only focused on his goal. “We all already met the king anyway, right?” His feet stride to the edge of the roof, turning his face towards the younger demon. “So why should I?”

And without even waiting to see Suna’s response, he let his body fall into the open air graciously. His eyes fluttered close, focusing on how the wind grazed his wings. He remembered everything, the different intensity for each metre he already dived in. It felt heavier every time he got lower and lower. Just a little more, a few more seconds.

His colossal black wings spread to the side in an instant as he turned his body to face the ground, smirking as he felt proud with himself. Just like any other day, he could reach the ground even faster with this method. A dangerous one actually, a unique talent of him that there was no other demon willing to try. Ticking another list for the king to like him even more.

Every demon was busy with their own job and tasks. They had to assign all the sinners with the right punishment, making sure that each of them understood well that hell existed and created for them to reflect. All the cried out, all the weeping soul and painful scream — it was just another sight that was common to happen.

He soared through every level of hell, down into the coldest place where he could even see a puff of air slipped from his mouth when he breathed out. It was mysterious as to why the king had his palace right on top of the mountain, but decided to have the lowest level for his oh-so-called garden.

Kita slowed down as he saw the blue fire that burns on the looming gate of the garden. He was hesitant to land, knowing exactly what kind of feelings that he would get by making contact with the lowest ground. But the king demanded his presence, and it was not proper for him to keep his wings spread in front of the devil itself.

He hissed a little when his bare feet touched the black soil. Every time he took one step forward, a trail of blue hue could be visible from where he stood before. It was fire, right underneath the ground was the scorching blue fire that the temperature was controlled by the king.

Finally standing in front of the gate, he looked down to his palm that had a burning scar from where he was still a little demon. It still haunted him sometimes, the searing sensation when his skin made contact with the blue fire. But he needed to believe the king, wishing that the gate temperature was lowered for him.

His hand pushed the gate so easily, and he couldn’t help but smirk in awe as the fire engulfed his finger. It was as if he touched nothing, as if the fire was just a mist. He was still in starstruck when he walked past the gate, following the trail of blue hue that led him deeper into the garden.

This was the first time he landed in this level with a real purpose. Back then when he was just a naive demon, curious about what lay within the deepest level of hell, he just knew that he despised fire — kinda tragic for a demon wasn’t it? But that was exactly what he felt after he burned his feet and palm, one that he felt the second he landed here around two hundred years ago.

Though right now as his orbs caught all the glimmer on the leaves vein, he forgot about the nightmare that once occurred in his life. There were no other colours in this place except black and blue. Even the plants, it had the exact structure like what he usually found on earth, but it was more extraterrestrial than those green seedlings.

Yet it still captivated him as he walked through the forest-like area; tall trees filled his vision, and with all the blue lines around its veins, making him think that each plant was so much alive. Another living creature, trapped as they could do nothing but grow.

“Fascinating, isn’t it?”

His eyes widened when the familiar smooth voice rang right on his ear. The way his body jerked slightly, resulting in a chuckle to boom through the entire space he was in right now. “Don’t be so uptight now, Shinsuke. You know I will never do my favourite demon no harm.”

Arose in between the gigantic trees, red eyes pierced into his soul. With a sight of the king, he immediately got down on his knees, lowering his gaze to the ground to show respect. Just like any meeting that they had beforehand though, he would get a chuckle from the king, indicating to him that it was enough, that he didn’t have to bow down.

Kita stood up gracefully, standing still on the same spot as he waited for any kind of information about the next assignment that he needed to fulfil. The king circled around the fountain that was installed in the middle of the space. Instead of water cascading down the black surface, it was fire. Overflowing from the top and down to the lowest pond.

“You must know why I call you here, right? That younglings having quite a big mouth, I know he would have no filter when it came to you.” It must be Suna. He thought. After all, there was no other young demon that was dared enough to talk to him.

“Yes, my lord.”

“Then come here, Shinsuke. Take a look at the pond.”

He didn’t hesitate for a second, eager to gather as much information as he needed to. The once blue fire that filled the pond twirled into something else, a vision revealed in front of his eyes. There was a glimmer of earth, tall buildings and people passing by. From just seconds looking through the pond, he already knew where he should go next.

Now he just needed to know who. Which poor soul that he needed to bring to hell? What kind of sin that he needed to make sure the next human did?

Laugh, that was the first thing that he focused on. She looked so warm that it was even sickening for him, how could a human smile and laugh so freely to everyone who greeted her after all. He squinted his eyes, wanting to see her even closer. The way she gazed at everyone was nothing that he could see as a sinner.

There was no evil inside her, she just kept giving and giving. Not even one taking anything from the others. He parted his lips, wanting to ask what was exactly his task would be. But before he could emit a word, the vision fast forward to her slamming an apartment door.

Not even a second after that, she slid down into the floor, burying her head as she sobbed uncontrollably. He was frantic by now, deep down he just wanted to ask what happened to her, why she looked so fragile. Most importantly, why did she have to be dragged into hell?

She’s not even a sinner, she was just someone who needs help. He needed an answer, he had to know now why someone who was already broken, became his last mission? What kind of turmoil that the king wanted to see? Kita couldn’t look away from the pond, eyebrows furrowed as his mind wandered.

And as if the king knew what he was thinking right now, four words whispered to his ear — echoing inside his head as the next assignment.

“Make her kill herself.”

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