#before transforming specifically. he body tackles and then he transforms

[paperconsumption]

everyone keeps comparing shoma to showa era riders but if minami kotaro was in this position he would not even think to use the gochizos you would find my guy biking around day and night just kinda hoping he runs into stomach inc + body tackling every granute he sees

[badgalsasuke]

Hi,I have one question, many fans say that Sasuke liked Sakura since childhood, and give examples that he blushed in childhood,he blushed in front of her only twice, during the acquaintance and the bell exam when she bugged him, but he literally called her annoying on the same day,it turns out she annoyed him and did you like it at the same time? I realized these moments that he was still an innocent boy and all this confused him,because he blushed later in front of Kakashi and Naruto , but after the land of Waves he became more collected and rarely blushed

Hey anon!

Your ask is a bit over the place but I'll try to answer the best of what I could understand lol

The first instance you mention of Sasuke blushing is while Sakura introduces herself to the team.

Another SNS blog has already pointed this out but I don't remember which one exactly otherwise I'd just link their post so I'll explain it again. What Kishimoto did here is very interesting; when Sakura is talking about her big crush on Sasuke we don't see Sasuke at all, it's only after Sakura says she doesn't like Naruto and Naruto makes one of his stupid faces we get to see Sasuke blushing.

You gotta remember every manga panel exists in context and you have to take into account what comes before and after. So let's jump to ch. 27 on Naruto & Sasuke's battle against Haku.

These are Sasuke's most precious memories that make his body move on its own to protect Naruto, pretty romantic stuff. I've circled three specific moments here.

The one in the middle is from ch. 3, if you recall Naruto had transformed into Sasuke so he could ask Sakura what she thought of him whereas the real Sasuke was tied in a room. But then Naruto got diarrhea, ran to the bathroom and in the meantime Sasuke managed to liberate himself, tell Sakura she's annoying after she made fun of Naruto and then went on to look for Naruto.

When Sasuke eventually found him, Naruto once again made one of his stupid faces. Sasuke is fond of this moment.

The circle on the right is from ch. 10 after Sasuke saves Naruto from those evil ninja twins and decides to tease Naruto calling him scaredy cat (this translation says big chicken but same thing). How does Naruto respond? by making yet again another of his stupid faces.

The final circle is from ch. 19 when Naruto and Sasuke are trying to learn how to manage their chakras. Naruto is trying to focus but Sasuke calls his name, distracting him and making him fall resoundingly lmao

How does Naruto react? you guessed, with another one of his stupid faces. This moment is another precious memory for Sasuke.

So, the first time we see Sasuke blushing is not because of Sakura talking about her feelings for him, it's because of Naruto's stupid faces that he's very fond of. Sasuke is consistently endeared by Naruto's clumsy behaviour throughout the manga, ofc he blushed when Naruto reacted so exaggeratedly after Sakura said she did not like him. Awww.

The second time you mention is Sasuke blushing after Sakura hugs him when he wakes her up after she fainted. SS shippers tend to omit manga panels that come before or after a "SS moment" to make their point, but here's how the whole interaction went

Sasuke tried to steal the bells from Kakashi but Kakashi instead buries him underground and then Sakura finds him. I've seen some people say that when Sakura finds sasuke, he's blushing out of embarrasment for being found in such humilliating position or that those are just scratches on his face. But anyway, once Sakura wakes up, she tackles Sasuke and hugs him tight, Sasuke tells her to back off, notice he never returns the hug or touches her. So it could be that those are the same scratches that Sasuke had when he was underground (they appear and dissappear across panels, Kishimoto isn't consistent) or it could be he was indeed blushing.

However, if Sasuke is indeed blushing, I do not consider this to be an indication that Sasuke has a hidden crush on Sakura. As we see right away, Sasuke goes back to being hostile towards Sakura when she's giving him the chance to do the mission of retrieving the bells together. If he was secretly in love with her, don't you think he would try to spend time with her to get close to her??? and she gives him the chance multiple times and every time he rejects her...

Let's take for example when they're training their chakras to climb some trees. Sakura is the first to achieve the goal, but Sasuke ignores her and she acknowledges this herself

Instead, Sasuke asks Naruto for tips on how to channel his chakra properly after he saw Naruto ask Sakura. Mind you, Sasuke could've asked Sakura himself, he's aware how much she loves him and how she's always dying to train with him, but instead he went straight to Naruto

SS shippers think this is another proof of Sasuke being secretly in love with Sakura because "he's blushing while asking about Sakura" LMFAO

Baby, Sasuke wants to train with Naruto and he's dumbfounded when Naruto *rejects him*. Also Naruto stupid faces after Sasuke asked him for tips on how to climb trees lmao (mind you, Naruto could not yet climb trees).

But the point here is that Sasuke wants to spend time with Naruto and we're constantly shown that.

Like when Naruto spent all night training by himself that Sasuke asks about him and then goes looking for him to check up on him.

That same day he spent the entire night training with Naruto and even let Naruto put his arms around him in the way he didn't let Sakura.

This moment from ch. 22 is also part of Sasuke's precious memories. AND THIS is how you behave when you have a crush on someone but want to act nonchalant about it. Ask in the most casual innocent way possible if you can hang out with them. Go check on them without telling people where you're going. Spend all night training together. Let them put their arms around you and act casually about it. Tease them to make them act clumsily because you're endeared by that.

Sasuke doesn’t act like this with Sakura because he doesn’t have a secret crush on her, he’s just being mean and rude to her.

What's even funnier is that in ch. 11 we see Sasuke blush for no reason other than he's walking right next to Naruto, this moment would too, become a precious memory for Sasuke. Right after this Naruto would go on to almost kill a rabbit and make even more stupid faces when he realizes his mistake.

Remember how in ch. 698 Sasuke says he's been looking at Naruto since they were little kids and the more he looked at him, the more Naruto would weigh on his mind and how Sasuke would feel warm and fuzzy? Connect that to ch. 1 and Sasuke's first appearance in the manga: him looking at Naruto during class.

Sasuke has always had a crush on Naruto and Kishimoto wrote it that way from the very beginning because that's what he always intended. This is also for the sns shippers that wonder "when did Kishimoto decided to make Sasuke and Naruto's bond romantic/gay?"

So, yeah, Sasuke blushes kinda often when he's a genin but for different reasons. Make no mistake, Sasuke did care for Sakura for a time, he considered Sakura a comrade and he did care for her and Kakashi because they were his teammates. It's only after he wakes up from his coma caused by Itachi when he returns and beats up Sasuke, that Sasuke no longer cares about Sakura or the team 7 thing because he has to focus in his vengeance, he only keeps on caring about Naruto (against his will) because Naruto had already permeated into his heart, as Orochimaru would state

The whole "Sasuke was secretly in love with Sakura and the couple times he blushed in front of her proves it" is just grasping at straws and cherry picking panels. You know, ignoring the forest because you're focused on a couple trees.

As another blog stated once: Naruto isn't a story of Narusasu vs. Sasusaku. It's the love story between Naruto and Sasuke and Sakura also happens to be there.

EDIT: I just want to add that some SS shippers might mention that during the war arc Kakashi remembers the moment Team 7 members were introducing themselves and he remembers Sasuke blushing exactly when Sakura was talking about her feelings for him (basically the moment we don't see Sasuke because he's covered by dialogue circles). I discuss that argument here on why Kakashi is an unreliable source/narrator and you should not feel cornered by that SS argument.

[solidaritygaming-fanblog]

NEEED MORE from the liml jimmy and esmp joel au omgomgggg

heeheheheheh alright here u go... also im calling this au officially Tick of the Hourglass (until I find a better name). So welcome to the world baby tothau

LIML! JIMMY AND ESMP! JOEL:

I don't have much for them sadly. I think L!Jimmy is the happiest out of all the main cast, specifically because he buckles down and stays optimistic. He does have a couple moments where he breaks down, but he's able to recover. I can't decide wether or not for him to remember his final death, and to what degree (memories getting hazy and unrelaiable the closer to his death, clear up until the moment of impact, remembering tripping or going up there and nothing else). E!Joel is in a weird position- here's someone who looks like one of his friends, walks, talks, acts exactly like him- but isn't this worlds version of him. He is trying to find out how to get L!Jimmy back to his home, but at the same time want's him to stay. E!Jimmy lowkey hates him, and has been missing for a while (two weeks when L!Jimmy appears). This version of Jimmy is nice to him (like his version used to be) and loves his empire, and he feels guilty. He purposefully hinders himself from making progress on finding L!Jimmy a way home just so they can be together longer. He hides the existance of Tumble Town and the whole toy joke from L!Jimmy, and acitverly threatens anyone who trys to bring it up.

Ultimately, L!Jimmy finds one of the old dolls, and remarks on it looking like him. There's a bit of confrontation before Joel breaks down and tells him everything about E!Jimmy- the toy stuff, Tumble Town, how he's been missing. L!Jimmy is shocked, but after getting over, he immediately begins instructing E!Joel on how to repair their relationship once E!Jimmy is found/returns. Maybe E!Joel even takes L!Jimmy on a trip to Tumble Town (with copious amounts of disguising of course, the two Jimmy's look nearly identical which helps nothing) so he can understand E!Jimmy more.

ESMP! JIMMY AND LIML! JOEL:

Oh god. I can't even communicate the thoughts I have about them with words. Okay lets try

Both of them are extremely secretive about their pasts. All E!Jimmy knows is that L!Joel looks incredibly different (different eye color and streak color, different styles, different height) and that something happened to his Jimmy. Something maybe bad (doesn't know all the details) that made him burst out sobbing and tackle E!Jimmy into a hug when they first recovered from being tossed into the Twixt (what i'm calling the vanilla world they got marooned). And all L!Joel knows about E!Jimmy is that hes jumpy and very obivously traumatized. He doesn't like taking of his jacket (hiding any seams or articulated limbs) and has mentioned (a few times) someone or someones who made his life a living hell.

Eventually, after going on a rampage when E!Jimmy dies in front of him, E!Jimmy tells L!Joel that he want's to help him but can't if he doesn't know what happened. So L!Joel tells him all about Limited Life. Like everything. Even seeing L!Jimmy die and going crazy. E!Jimmy is shocked, but glad L!Joel told him, and actually avoids a few behavoirs after this (IE STANDING NEAR LARGE DROPS. JOEL'S HEAD NEARLY EXPLODED A FEW TIMES FROM STRESS)

It takes a couple days, but E!Jimmy (while checking some of L!Joel's wounds) finally tells him about Empires. He's really vague at first, just an overview like "oh, yeah, i got bullied and my body was literally transformed against my will", but L!Joel gets him cornered (idk in which way. physical or metaphoricaly) and makes him say everything. And boy does he say EVERYTHING. He breaks down sobbing (because no ones shown this level of caring for him in a bit) and tells him all about the toy stuff and his relationship with E!Joel. How he just wanted to be close to him and hoped that if he took the jokes, it would make them friends, but instead E!Joel just kept hurting him, and he couldn't ever fight back.

Long story short L!Joel gives multiple run downs to E!Jimmy on how to stand his ground and clearly draw his boundires. They're each others rock, each others constant only thing. It's incredibly adorable.

Woah that took me nearly an hour! I'm going to go make ramen and dumplings (its 1:30 am in my time zone rn). I hope this is enough lmao

[weirdthinkingdragon]

Yandere Werewolf Idea

yandere male werewolf x gn reader

Thinking of a werewolf who specifically becomes yandere for someone who doesn't use colognes, perfumes, or even essential oils.

Warnings: a bit of self negativity, forced relationship (but that comes with most yandere stuff, let's be honest)

I know the idea of werewolves noses being more sensitive to smells even in their human form. That also makes me think how I'm super sensitive to those three types of things and don't wear them because even the lightest bit on friends next to me makes my eyes water and sting severely, and don't wear makeup from sensory issues of AuDHD.

Anyway, back to my thought. A man who is secretly a werewolf who is incredibly attractive to most of the public.

of course, every date or so he's been on they get all dressed up and make themselves smell good to impress, right? not for him. Every time he has to try his hardest not to recoil at the stench of whatever they put on. He can barely even hold down a few bites of his meal with them.

Every time it leads up with him asking them the reason about the smell and if they'd ever possibly put it on less often. He always gets answers of they like how it makes them smell, so probably not. and that's the last he really tries to date them.

that is until he finds a rather intoxicating smell that doesn't overpower him in a bad way. A more natural scent! He just has to meet you!

It leads to him befriending some of your friends to get more on you and finally meet you once he knows you won't get away. he wont let such a precious thing go.

Whenever you two start hanging out as really close friends, he has to hold back everything in himself to not shove his face in your neck and stay there as long as possible. Something snapped in him, and he absolutely refuses anyone else. Even other werewolves he's tried to date, but him and them just never felt what was needed to know it's meant to be.

the only problem is you refuse to date him. You've seen the way others glare at you whenever one of his arms are behind you or he grabs your hand, interlocking fingers. or even how close he likes to sit with you over anyone else. You think he can do better than you. You barely put effort into your looks most of the time after all. An ex friend even said standing next to him you look like a troll. They're still missing from several months ago.

He's not ignorant of the glares either, making him glare back at them. A feral and threatening glare that would make even the most hardened warrior shiver from.

He finally snaps though when people start trying to ask you out, and you agree to them but not him???

He follows them late at night and rips them to shreds. Literally. they're so torn up it's impossible to recognize them. It's then he also decides to show you who he truly is.

He easily enters your house from a key you gave him, still covered in blood. It's past midnight.

You immediately smell the copper and manage to sit up where you were, worried for a second that he was injured. But there were no visible wounds that would show that much blood.

You didn't even get a chance to move before he lunged and tackled you down faster than a fox with a rabbit. A drop of still-wet blood falls down onto your forehead as you look into predatory eyes a way you've never seen before. Fear enveloping your whole body that you're about to be killed next. His ragged breathing being the only thing in the silence.

You close your eyes to brace for it, but nothing happens. A large hand cups the side of your face. The wet, sticky texture of the clotting blood touching you as well.

He lets out an inhuman growl. "I tried to do this the right way. To have you be mine. For us to be happy together. I need you to be with me. I'm not giving you a choice." His hand grows to have sharp claws on it, but he doesn't fully transform. He doesn't need to. The inhuman growls rumbling in his chest were all you needed to know.

"You know what I am, and I want you. Only you. I'll rip who ever tries to get between us ever again to shreds. Just like I did them. And don't even think of trying to run. I'll easily find you no matter how far you get. And who would believe you a werewolf exists? heh."

He leans down and gives a surprisingly gentle kiss on your lips, sealing your fate.

[most-tragic-character-tournament]

So I'm afraid starscream will lose so here's some starscream propaganda.

(Spoilers for transformers IDW, shattered glass, earthspark, prime, and animated, etc)

First of all, before the war he was a scientist with his best friend Skyfire. They go on an expedition and Skyfire straight up gets lost in earths orbit and frozen. Starscream cannot find him and is forced to stop looking, essentially abandoning skyfire for millions of years.

During the war he joins megatron as a promising aerial expert. Now, as you can see he is now abused and tormented by megatron through nearly all the continuities. In the comics he loses his mom, but he finds her! She tries to take his body to do homicide, so he leaves her too.

At some point in the comics megatron and starscream swap bodies, while starscream is the ruler of Cybertron. So since he enjoys starscreams pain he sets his world ablaze and basically sets Cybertron into ruins.

In his time as the ruler of Cybertron, starscream is depressed, and basically lots of bots hate him. Windblade comes along, yadda yadda, he finds out his true form (he was cold forged, his spark was set into a pre built body which gives him body dysmorphia ) and after the whole ordeal he confesses his past crimes and resigns, going to jail.

Shattered glass, where everything good is bad and vice versa. Starscream is shunned by the rest of the bots for being with the decepticon cause and is stuck between staying with his friend skyfire or joining the decepticons. He chooses the latter. Later in the war rhe decepticon troops have dwindled and all are fending for themselves. Starscream looks for megatron, with success. They catch up and starscream convinced him to keep fighting. It is revealed that he has coding that can connect to a titan he dug up with skyfire years ago. He is captured by autobots and goldbug (bumblebee) rips out his spark (with the codes) right in front of skyfire. They fight over his still beating spark and skyfire gets it back! So now he keeps it around him while he travels or whatever he's doing now. (This summary is kinda unclear bc I read SG a while ago and don't remember it, but I summed up the tragedies pretty well)

Now into the series'. Transformers prime, he experiences torture physical, mental, and emotional under megatrons command. He is repeatedly beaten and is forced to beg for mercy. He gets his arm blasted off, makes clones whose pain he feels and they eventually die painfully. He starves a lot so there's that.

Transformers animated, he's a devious bastard but megatrons still tough as him, just not in the transformers prime way. He dies and becomes immortal, experiencing death many more times. And then his immortality gets taken away so he's dead for good.

Transformers Earthspark. Megatron is now an autobot working with ghost, and had abandoned all the decepticons, including starscream. Starscream is captured by ghost and is subjected to Primus-knows-what kinds of torture and experiments. He escaped but still remembers all the trauma megatron has caused him. Megatron is clearly not gonna apologize, made clear when he is eager to send starscream back to prison and full body tackles him. At which point starscream is freaking out, fearing for his life with all his previous trauma triggering emotions inside of him. After the whole ordeal is resolved, the terrans (earth born transformers) are the only ones who understand him (specifically hashtag) and he leaves, stating he will never feel safety around megatron.

Alright this is all I know, but let me assure you there is a lot more than this and I have barely scratched the surface of starscream's tragedy. Hopefully other people can add.

NOMINATE STARSCREAM AS TUMBLRS #1 TRAGIC CHARACTER!!!

[Propaganda]

[teecupangel]

Hello, I'm here to drop a silly fic idea on you and run:

Are you familiar with the concept of Fruits Basket?

Okay now consider....what if Minerva went about her breeding program in *the most ridiculous possible way*

and anyone born with a certain percentage of Isu DNA turns into an animal when they embrace anyone who *doesn't* have sufficient Isu DNA.

ie the whole Auditore family has enough that Ezio is fine giving family affection

but the first time he chases a pretty girl and she surprises him from around the corner with a tackle-hug

suddenly he's looking up at her from a furry little body and she's running away screaming

child Ezio clumsily slinking his way back to the palazzo on four legs, looking up at his mother with mournful eyes

her scooping him up, "Oh my darling boy, I am so sorry you found out this way."

I read the manga when I was young and watched the earlier anime but I haven’t gotten to watching the new one. also. Wait. Come back. Don't just throw me Fruit Basket and leave. Do you not remember how angsty Fruit Basket can get???

Okay, so, in Fruit Basket, the animals were based on the Chinese Zodiac and there was the whole ‘continuously being reborn for an endless banquet’ curse thing going on but it seemed we’re not going for that vibe? Perhaps, it’s more like the ones with enough Isu DNA can turn into one of the animals in the Chinese Zodiac and it’s really just a roll of the dice (specifically a 12D).

I kinda like the idea of Ezio transforming into the least threatening of his siblings though. Like Federico gets to be an ox, Claudia gets to be a tiger and maybe Petruccio is like a horse or a snake then there’s Ezio being a fluffy sheep. XD

Also, Altaïr would make being the mouse to his stealthily advantage but I kinda wanna make him a white rabbit or a rooster?

Although, we can make it easier for us on what kind of animal they would transform to by actually using their Chinese Zodiac sign:

Altaïr: 1165 - Green Wood Monkey (1165 is the year of the Rooster but Altaïr’s birthday is on January 21, which is before the Chinese New Year, so technically he’s part of the 1164 Year as far as the Chinese Zodiac is concerned)

Ezio: 1459 - Yellow Earth Rabbit

Ratonhnhaké:ton: 1756 - Red Fire Rat

(Calculations from this site)

Then we get to Desmond.

If we take his birth year into consideration (1987), he would be a Red Fire Rabbit BUT may I suggest two alternatives instead?

Desmond does not transform at all and everyone assume that means he’s normal (which is a disappointment for Bill because being able to turn into an animal has become an honorable ‘achievement’ in the eyes of the Assassins and Templars) but this is inaccurate. It’s not that he can’t transform, it’s that he doesn’t have to because his curse isn’t the curse of one of the Zodiac animals but the curse of God. And his curse is the need for a connection with someone who can turn into an animal (which must be given to him freely), binding the two of them regardless of the distance of space and time between them.

He transforms into the cat, the animal ostracized and has only been rumored to have appeared once or twice in history. The cat is always locked up because they are seen as unnatural and is one of the main reason why Desmond ran away.

Or a combination of the two where Desmond’s curse is that of the Cat but the main idea is the Cat is the ‘first’ form of the God curse and, only by creating a connection with another animal (willingly) regardless of the distance in time and space could the cat evolve to being God.

[melishade]

📕?

This ask game

Does me writing and not completing it technically count in this situation?

So back on ff.net, my very first fanfic was a DBZxTeen Titans (2004) crossover. Basically the summary of that was that Trunks had a malfunction in the time machine after the Cell Saga and ended up in Jump City in a different timeline. Because I was in middle school and was a fairly novice writer (also I didn't get a lot of comments on it) I deleted it and decided to not pursue it.

I did still think about it though in the past and what I would do to pursue that story now if I had the energy to do so:

-I would have had Trunks land a few episodes before Trigon's arrival. So before Raven has to fulfill that prophecy to bring her father out and cause ruin and destruction across the known universe. This would allow Trunks to build actual connections with the Titans and care about their own future.

-His introduction to the Titans is stopping one of the villains in Jump City that's on a Rampage. Plasmus, specifically. He senses a human body using ki and practically tackles him out of there. The Titans are grateful and decide to treat him to some food.

-He would be reluctant to reveal that he's from the future and that time travel exists when he does start interacting with the titans. Because even when he intentionally altered the past to save his future, it did nothing to alter his timeline, and the past that he went too exceedingly differentiated from the norm. He could've made their timeline better or worse if he said something but he kept it to himself.

-Of course he does eventually get found out. Trunks has no where to go and he's trying to get back home, but Starfire and Beast Boy want to offer their gratitude and get the others to agree. Of course, the last time a super-powered human came into their home had no where to go, she turned into Slade's apprentice. So there is some digging that is done. Robin initially thinks that Trunks is some sort of Kryptonian Hybrid with his abilities. He even kept a spare Kryptonite shard from Batman and had it in front of Trunks, but Trunks just picked it up and gave it back to Robin. They still ask him questions through small talk and meals, but Trunks is still selective about what he's choosing to share to prevent the timeline from breaking. Cyborg can't find any actual records on him, and Raven senses that his aura is completely different from everyone else. Like it doesn't belong in their world.

-This all kind of comes to a head during the whole Mother-Mae-Eye situation. I think it was Episode 45 of the show. Basically what happens is that Trunks kills her off the bat once he realizes what's happening, which does not go over well with the other Titans, especially Robin, who was raised on the no kill rule. There's an argument between all six of them, Trunks gets a tad bit emotional, and let's it slip that everyone he knows and loves from the future is dead because the threat he faces wasn't killed. This takes them all aback, and their demanding answers. Trunks is now forced to explain that he's from the future. He went back in time to warn his mother and her allies of the threat that was going to come. He went back to help them deal with it, and tried to go back to his timeline to take care of the Androids then. He even shows them his time machine, which Cyborg and Beast Boy can't help but gush at. Trunks still hides how strong he is and the Super Saiyan Transformation.

-There is still some heavy tension between Robin and Trunks because of their clashing ideologies. Robin is still holding steadfast to Batman's philosophy of "if we kill them, we're no better than them". But Trunks retorts that type of thinking is a privilege. One that only applies if a society is still in place, but the Androids destroy homes, lives, dreams. He lost almost everyone he cared about, and his mom put her blood, sweat, and tears into giving them a fighting chance to protect their home. And Robin can see through Trunks' eyes that this is so much different than what he even speculated. He lets it go, hell, he's sure he really can't stop Trunks, but he asks that if he stays with them, that he follows their rules. No killing. Arresting only.

-Now in regards to dynamics between Trunks and the Titans. There is tension between Robin and Trunks due to ideology. However, everyone else is not that bad. While Trunks does keep SS a secret, he does tell them that he's half alien and that his father is a Saiyan. Starfire's stunned because she's heard about the Saiyans before. They're quite similar to Tamarans in nature, but they're not as advanced as they are. Because Starfire is one of the strongest out of the team and can keep up with Trunks, the two of them spend a lot of time sparring together, allowing Starfire to get really strong. Cyborg can't help but ask Trunks about technology in the future as he's helping repair the time machine so Trunks can get back home. Trunks gives what he can because he's not the expert. His mom is. Beast Boy...well Beast Boy is honestly a nice change of pace for Trunks. The shape-shifter always tries to include him into stuff and makes him feel as welcome as possible. He helps get the conversation rolling and introduces him to movies and games from his time. As for Raven, the two don't talk initially, but Raven ends up asking how he's able to control his own powers with little difficultly. There's still a difference in how they control the energy in their bodies: Trunks using Ki and Raven using Chakra and Magic. But they swap ideas and start meditating together from time to time. Raven has asked to look into his mind in order to find a possibly memory of him looking at his mother's schematics so that Cyborg can fix the time machine. Trunks does agree, but Raven ends up seeing more glimpses of the future and just how horrible Trunks' life has been. She doesn't ask again for a while just to cope. She does tell Robin to go easier on him as a result though.

-However for Trunks, being here in Jump City is the most relaxed and happy that he's been. The future's in peril and every time he visited the past it was always to prevent a terrible future. He never had the time to enjoy the beauty the world had to offer. He's never had this level of safety and security before. On top of that, he's never had friends around his age. He never had friends...ever! It felt nice. And it was nice to be normal for once.

-Until Raven started acting weird one day. She was trying to make breakfast for the team, trying to be uncharacteristically nice, trying to not make rude comments, hell even forcing a smile. He also noticed that her ki felt off. And then he saw her collapse, and the red markings on her arm, and her crying. The Titans explain that before he arrived about Raven's birthday and an ancient prophecy that would bring her demonic father, Trigon, to their world and cause the end of it as they knew it. Trunks is devastated and he and the other titans install precautions to protect Raven, but Trunks senses demonic ki from outside the tower. He and the other titans are met with Slade and his army of lava ghouls. Now normally, Slade would think this was going to be a walk in the park. He sees Trunks, but doesn't think too much of him. But Trunks, without a word, blasts the entire army, excluding Slade to dust.

Slade: Oh shit.

Titans: Oh shit.

-Slade tries to summon more of Trigons army but Trunks is dealing with them too without going SS. And Trunks is ready to just erase Slade because it's either him or the whole world, but Raven uses her strength to knockout him out and everyone else out while also providing that protection from Trigon's wrath. So when they wake up, Trunks senses Raven's ki, picks up Cyborg and Robin like they're grapes and books it to her location with Starfire and Beast Boy struggling to keep up. But it's too late. Just as Trunks drops Cyborg and Robin and decimates the army present at the altar but it's too late. Raven opens the portal destroying herself, and Trigon comes through and destroys the world, save for the Titans and Trunks. And when they wake up to a ruined world, Trunks just screams out in despair because it happened again. Another future, another world, was destroyed.

-And then Slade makes himself known to the Titans again, and Trunks immediately tackles him and is ready to kill him. And Slade has no control over this situation and none of his powers, so he quickly blurts out that he knows where Raven is which gets Trunks to stop and the Titans to listen. Slade explains where she might be and that they need to find her soon and that they need to split up and distract Trigon. Titans are in protest, but Slade immediately says Trunks can be the distraction, stating that he knows hidden power when he sees it. Slade tells the Titans that Trunks has been lying about how strong he was, and Trunks just really hates this guy. But Trunks knows that Slade isn't lying. He's teaming up with the Titans out of pride and selfishness, just like Vegeta did. Trunks confesses and says that if he really wanted to, he could've destroyed the planet that they were on with a simple ki blast. He'll fight Trigon while the others go get Raven. Starfire decides to stay with Trunks and help. He can't do this alone and the two of them have been training together for months. They can do this together. Cyborg and Beast Boy go with Robin and Slade to get Raven.

-Now in any other situation, Trigon would have unleashed clones on Starfire and Trunks the moment they attacked in unison and hit him so hard that it knocked him backwards and destroyed the tower. But Trunks isn't playing around and activates Super Saiyan, and Trigon is excited. Because he's heard the legend of the Super Saiyan but he never thought he would see it in person, and through an abomination like Trunks (Since he's a hybrid and what not). And Trigon personally gets off his throne to fight Starfire and Trunks. Note that Trigon is significantly stronger in this version of the story.

-So the remaining titans get Raven, Slade gets his body back, and they all come back to Starfire and Trunks fighting for their lives against Trigon. And despite how well the two aliens are tag teaming together, Starfire gets knocked out of the sky hard and Trunks is heavily injured. But they still get up and continue to fight, and the Titans and Slade provide help. And little Raven is stunned at how their all fighting and hurting Trigon. All the Titans and Slade are defeated, but Trunks is still standing. Trigon praises his ferocity and battle prowess, but knows that he's a man out of time, trying to change fate and constantly failing. Trigon even says that Trunks was always destined to fail and suffer for his failure. But Trunks refutes it. He doesn't care if it's destiny. prophecy, or fate. As long as he was still alive, he was going to fight and defy fate. Trunks flies into the air and charges his attack while Trigon charges his own. Trunks screams 'Final Flash' and fires while Trigon fires from his eyes. Two are going at it with a beam struggle and everyone is watching from below. Raven sees her father struggle against Trunks, and Trigon is even forced to use his hands and fire energy in order to hold back Trunks attack, but Trunks is still pushing on. But he's starting to lose, Raven needs to help! Raven uses her power to age back up to her teens and flies up to Trunks. She holds his shoulder and lends her energy and fires her own beam of energy at Trigon to aid in the struggle. The rest of the titans are attacking from behind to distract Trigon.

-Now because Raven is technically a demigod, since Trigon is the literal devil, lending her energy helps Trunks awaken god ki. Doesn't go full SSG but he does look like this:

Raven screams out 'Azarath Metrion Zinthos', and with her and Trunks' combined might, they vanquish Trigon and bring the world back. However, Trunks is still heavily injured and has to get medical attention.

-But after all that, Cyborg does manage to fix the time machine, and Trunks is finally able to go back home. He says his tearful goodbyes to the Titans, saying they were really the best friends he could have. Beast Boy makes sure that they all get a group photo together and give a copy for Trunks to take and to remember them by. As Trunks leaves, Cyborg can't help but ask Robin why he didn't give Trunks the communicator. They could have really used someone like him if they had a crisis like Trigon again. Robin says that Trunks has been through enough, and if anyone deserves to live a normal life, it's him. The Titans do hope that they can somehow see him again.

-And as Trunks returns home, he sees his mom, and she's elated to have him back. He had so much to say to her. About the Androids, the past, Cell, the Titans. But after everything he's been through, only one question burned in his mind:

"Hey mom, did you ever meet dad?"

Trunks ends up telling her everything, kills the Androids, and keeps the picture he took with the Titans framed.

Also Slade is super fucking happy that Trunks left! He's never been that relieved before!

...So yeah, that's what I have for this unpublished story. Glad I got it out of my systems. I don't know if someone did decide to do it when I scrapped it but oh well.

[infoglitch]

Branded Dogma

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Lupin floated in the void. He sighed softly as he looked around the endless nothingness. How long has it been? How long was it since he saw Albinin? Then again, how long has he been in this void? He can't remember anything, he only remembered his name and his brother.

He didn't remember any specific memories, nothing of their childhood. Not even of their parents. All lupin knew was a simple fact.

He had a brother, and he needed to see him. As lupin sat in thought he heard it again. That rumble and shaking of the nothingness around him. He looked around trying to see where the beast was but he soon saw it. It's long gray body, hundreds of legs, purple horns and claws, and yellow eyes. Before him stood the beast. Burrial Omni.

However when lupin took a step back he felt something begin to pull him towards the dragon. He kept trying to back away but he only got closer before the dragon brought its head down to his eye level.

“Hello. Brother. You will do nicely” the monster muttered before Lupin's sight was consumed by purple and black fire, as he released a guttural scream.

Ryuga descended down the stairs, his heart racing as he felt his hand being clutched by Emilia, who walked beside him while they descended down. Behind them Emilia's friends followed as Tate manifested a white fire that illuminated their path.

Ryuga couldn't tell why his heart was racing. Whether it was because he was nearing his goal, the air of the area he was walking into, or Emilia's tender grip on his hand.

His mind began to focus on the last of the three, of all the times he's made contact with the Dragmati priestess, why was this different? Then again, was it different? Every time the two have interacted he felt this warmth, something that came from his very core all the way throughout his being.

Before he could focus any longer Emilia and him stopped moving as they saw that below, right where the staircase ended was glowing city. Filled with what seemed like people who were both human and..

“Draknians?” Ryuga muttered as he watched. He felt his mind racing as something felt like it clicked in his mind. He didn't know why but now for some reason the stones carving made sense. He released his grip on Emilia's hand as he began to run down the stairwell. Emilia quickly ran after him, with her friends right behind her.

Once they reached the bottom Ryuga looked around, his eyes widening as he felt as if he was supposed to be here, like this was home. When Emilia and the other 3 caught up they too shared his look of wonder and amazement. But before anything could occur Ryuga sensed something before pushing Emilia out of the way as a dagger flew right past her, cutting through a piece of her hair. And quickly the 5 of them were surrounded by what looked like people in lamellar armor surrounded them. But their armor was dark blue as they had masks on the helmets that showed faces of fearsome dragons.

Roze was the first to activate her sigil, as white flames enveloped her. Tates sigil manifests a pair of white gauntlets as Alexander manifests his helmet. With Emilia manifesting her great sword. Ryuga was the last to activate his sigil as he transformed into his dragon form.

Their assailants stared at them before one made their move. Leaping Emilia, it's sigil humming before manifesting a pair of claws. Meanwhile another bolted towards Ryuga as it took out a chain. Before Ryuga and Emilia could make their counter another had tackled Roze and Emilia before manifesting a binding around them.

Alexander and Tate soon were taken out in a similar amount of seconds as Ryuga leaped into the air managing to dodge the ones who tried to capture him, he released a growl before soaring towards one, capturing them in his claws before soaring in the air. He glared at the assailant as his sigil began humming.

“Nohoak! Lamelstih muhels grooak!” The assailant shouted as Ryuga understood what he was saying, but all he did was snarl before he and the assailant were consumed in light. Emilia looked on mortified as unlike all of Ryuga's other transformations, it looked less like a dragon, and more like a beast from the bits Burrial, the underworld of the dragmati faith.

Ryugas new form had deep blue scales with cracks running along its body, revealing a red light, almost as if they were veins. The dragon stood on its hind legs, His horns were spiraling forward, his wings and front legs became arms with red claws. In each arm manifested a variety of swords. His mouth twisted into a monstrous snarl as his eyes burned with red hot hate.

“Ryuga?” Emilia said horrified before the monster released a bellowing roar. The beast glared at the assailants before growling at them. He began walking towards them, flames surrounding him as their foes took a step back.

“Ira arcmuh Nohiraheiiralamunrsin. Tiheiels siniranoh druarcgrooakmoh” Ryuga spoke as Emilia for some reason understood what Ryuga called himself.. Nihilus. The name seemed to cause the assailants to shiver in fear. But before any battle could begin a chanting was heard.

“Sword of splitting souls” a voice rang out as what seemed like a girl in armor stylized after a dragon appeared wielding a sword, she slashed through Ryuga but instead of there being blood, a burst of light erupted as soon Ryuga lay unconscious. Back to normal.

Emilia releases a sigh of relief. Only to feel something class against her head as the world started spinning. Before her world went black.

Ryuga stirred awake, his head throbbing. He sat up before trying to move his arms only to notice, his arms were bound by white chains.

“Right.. they had manifestation users as well” Ryuga said to himself before looking around. He noticed he wasn't in a cell but instead.. he was in a bedroom. A small bedroom but still a bedroom. He looked to see he was sitting on a bed, it was soft, almost like the finest silk weaved from Arachdrakes. Before he could focus on anything else he heard the door open, he turned to look, but his eyes widened as he saw her.

“You.” He said as he glared at the half Draknian half human woman standing in the door frame. She seemed to sigh as she wore a blue and white Hanfu, she walked towards him and grabbed his chin before inspecting him.

“So. You must be Ryuga.” She said plainly as he stared at her. Despite his current predicament his mind was somewhere else.

“Where are my friends? I came in with 4 other people. Why am I alone?” He questioned, the woman simply sighed before stepping back and letting go.

“Your friends are fine. But they nor you should be concerned for the others. You have an interrogation to deal with.. the blonde one is already being delivered to the sovereign.” she answered as Ryuga felt something in him begin to stir.

Emilia found herself forced onto her knees as she looked at three figures in lamellar armor, made of stonefish scales, despite how colorful their armor was, she could tell because of how large the scales were. About the size of a Draknians palm when in dragon form.

She looked at the main figure, his armor was dark blue and had red lightning bolts painted across his armor. His helmet had dragon Horns coming from the side that swirled straight up.

Beside him sat his sword, an ornate Dao, with its blade being forged of metal and to Emilia's shock, Draknian scales. The sword seemed to hum as it pulsed softly.

“Priestess of the dragmati. Why have you and your ilk come to my mountain?” The man she eyed spoke. His voice deep yet oddly, there was no menace to it. As if he was a teacher and not someone who had his men force Emilia on her knees.

Emilias mind began to race, she knew about this.. she heard about something living under the Lóng hún jiàn mountain range. Ancient warriors who were both Draknian and human- wait.

“You're the Dāopiàn biānjiè! You’re real?!” She blurted out as the man seemed to chuckle. He stood up as he took off his helmet. Revealing his white hair and coal black scales. His eyes were a blazing.. scarlet. Emilia got a better look at him as she felt her mind race. Outside of his scarlet eyes his face almost looked one to one with Emilias but his was more full.

“I do believe we are. Unless we're all illusions like the one we set up when your scouts arrived.” The man spoke before Emilia saw him make a motion with his hand. Then she saw it, creature emerging from the shadows. It looked like some kind of wolf and dragon hybrid. With its crimson scales opening to reveal a man of fur on the beast's neck, but upon its head sat a spiraling horn that was bathed in a rainbow of color.

“Lóng gǒu. My friend, I require your aid. Divine the wrong from the right.” The man said as the beast sauntered towards Emilia. It soon stood before her as it lowered its head. The beast pointed its horn at Emilia, she suddenly felt something rise up from her stomach as she was bathed in yellow light. She opened her mouth to speak only for a white orb to flow its way out of her throat and mouth.

The orb floated towards Lóng gǒu before the beast lifted it head. It stared at it as Emilia tried to speak but nothing came out.

Lóng gǒu stared at it before the light that enveloped Emilia vanished, with the orb flying back into her mouth, with her releasing a gasp once it entered.

The man simply stared at her before smiling. “Lóng gǒu. You may rest, friend. I have a feeling we only need to look at her soul before deciding if she and her friends can stay.” He said before kneeling down and offering her his hand.

“I am Sovereign Lán sè yàobān. You may call me Sovereign Lán” he added. Emilia looked at his hand before hesitantly taking it. The two shook hands before Emilia felt a splitting headache. But as she clutched her head she heard Ryuga roar.

“Emilia!” His shout rang in her ear as she looked to see him running towards him. She couldn't tell why but she felt a smile crawl up her face as she soon ran towards him. The two soon embraced as they both laughed.

“You're ok! Thank the gods you're ok.” Emilia said happily as Ryuga just held her tight. But then Emilia felt a striking pain hit her as she pushed Ryuga off her as she clutched her head.

The voice of Ryuga was drowned out by a ringing. Before she felt her sigil grow hot as she looked at her left hand. The sigil began to change as it became four interlocking circles each one intersecting in the middle as there was a capital Y in the center.

Emilia's headache faded as she stared at her sigil. Before she heard a voice. “Albinin, Albinin please hear me, something is wrong, something is here with me, whatever you do, do not open-” the voice was cut out as she looked at Ryuga. The look on his face was all she needed to see.

That was the voice in his dreams. And whoever it was, they were in trouble. Now Emilia knew what was drawing Ryuga here. Whoever that voice was, they were what was calling for Ryuga.

But how can she hear him? And why did her sigil change.. it didn't make any sense.

(End of branded Dogma Chapter 1)

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Henri Poincaré

Although Henri Poincaré (1854-1912) died before the outbreak of the First World War, he founded subjects of intense interest to present-day mathematicians. Poincaré was a pioneer in hyperbolic geometry, which in the 1970's and 1980's became important in the study of 3-manifolds. He originated many of the central concepts of algebraic topology, a subject which only came to full flower in the mid-twentieth century. He invented qualitative methods for the study of solutions of differential equations, and applied them to the motions of the planets. His work in this area prefigured another subject of much current interest, dynamical systems and chaos. In addition he did work of considerable importance in mathematical physics, and could be considered a co-discoverer (with Einstein and Lorenz) of the special theory of relativity.

Poincaré formulated an important problem that motivated a great deal of work in twentieth-century topology. The Poincaré conjecture asserts that every simply connected closed 3-manifold is homeomorphic to the 3-sphere. The conjecture was later generalized to higher dimensions: the generalized Poincaré conjecture asserts that any n-dimensional manifold homotopy equivalent to the n-sphere is homeomorphic to it. Ironically the higher-dimensional versions proved easier to tackle. Stephen Smale proved the generalized Poincaré conjecture for n ≥ 5 in 1961, and Michael Freedman disposed of the case n = 4 in 1982. But the original case n = 3 remained open until the twenty-first century, when Grigori Perelman implemented a program of Richard Hamilton to prove the conjecture in a series of papers that appeared in 2002-3. (His papers were never submitted to a formal journal, but the proof was verified to the satisfaction of the mathematical community in 2006.)

Poincaré was born in 1854 in Nancy, France. As a a child he had poor muscular coordination and suffered a bout of diphtheria. He soon showed a gift for written composition. In 1873-76 he attended the École Polytéchnique in Paris, where he won top honors in mathematics. He continued his studies at the École National Supérieure des Mines as a student of Hermite, and received a doctorate from the University of Paris in 1879 after writing a thesis (under the supervision of Darboux) on differential equations. His first appointment was at the University of Caen, but in 1881 he joined the University of Paris, where he spent the rest of his career. He wrote prolifically (though not as prolifically as Euler or Erdös), publishing almost 500 papers.

Poincaré made his reputation in the theory of automorphic functions, which are functions invariant under linear fractional transformations. He recognized the relationship of this problem to non-Euclidean (or more specifically hyperbolic) geometry. Later he made the first major use of geometric (or "qualitative") methods in the investigation of solutions of differential equations when he tackled the n-body problem. The problem, which was the subject of an international competition sponsored by King Oscar II of Sweden, was to determine the stability of the Solar System (assuming Newton's law of gravitation). Poincaré's essay won the prize in 1889, even though he only partially solved the problem; what Poincaré found was that (to use modern terminology) mathematical chaos was lurking in Newton's equations for three or more bodies. Poincaré summarized the results of his investigation in his three-volume work Les Méthodes nouvelles de la mécanique céleste, published from 1892-99.

Poincaré's use of qualitative methods led him into the study of "analysis situs", or what is now called topology. Beginning in 1892, he began a systematic development of this subject. He originated many of the key concepts of algebraic topology, including the fundamental group and the basic ideas of homology theory, in a series of papers that culminated with his statement in 1904 of the Poincaré conjecture.homemath biosLast modified:05/18/2024 12:48:25

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End of all things [2] | Chat Noir x witch!reader

Fandom: MIraculous Ladybug (Adrien Agreste/ Chat Noir)

Request:”Hello good evening, could you please do where a witch!Reader who always tries to comfort Chat/Adrian when he is feeling down. Cuz you know in season 4 I noticed he’s getting sadder and sadder. The reader doesn’t like to get involved in all these weird happenings and just lay low. Whenever Chat/Adrian comes to the reader’s house they always make him feel at home. That's when things go off, at the final battle where Hawkmoth got the Miraculouses and the heroes thought they would lose. (Y/n) just landed in front of them looking so done with Hawkmoth.Hawkmoth thinks that (y/n) was just a weakling, but he was wrong. (Y/n) is far stronger than Hawkmoth even he will use the all Miraculouses he’ll still lose.”

Genre: Angst

Warnings: canon typical violence

A/N: It is incredibly late right now, I hope this piece makes sense and that you like it! It was a cool request, but complicated for sure :))

Part 1

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You could have sworn that time stopped altogether at that moment. Somehow, even though the disappointment of having lost and the worry you felt for your best friend, you found a little power to look at Hawkmoth. You expected him to be joyful, restless! You expected him to have already put on both the miraculouses and yet, they were resting in his palm. His eyes weren’t even on them.

“Adrien?” he looked at the broken boy on the ground

“We’re not over yet!” he yelled, running towards Hawkmoth as fast as he could, but it didn’t matter how much will to fight he had anymore! Adrien’s body was going numb. It was giving up on him. And Hawkmoth was gaining more power and energy with every second that went by. The villain grabbed the boy by the shoulder, immobilizing him to his chest, the same way you had done with Marinette

“You are weak and powerless without your ring, boy. Stop it at once!”

“No!” the desperation in his voice made your heart crumble

You felt Marinette stir in your hold. You knew she must have been awake and watching by now, but you didn’t let go. You had been unable to protect Chat from losing his powers, from wasting his energy by squirming in the arms of the enemy. You’ll be damned if you let anything happen to Ladybug now! Because even if this was the end, even if they’d never get their powers back, Marinette and Adrien will always be Ladybug and Chat Noir. 

Tears fell from your face as you watched your friend kick and scream in fear and frustration. His hair was sticking to his forehead with beads of sweat

You weren’t sure what you could read within Hawkmoth’s facial expression, but you could tell it wasn’t the confidence from a minute ago. Neither the focus. You could still do something! Under your breath, you began to mutter a chant. You had never tried this specific spell before, but there was nothing left to lose. It was supposed to attract an object of your choosing, to you. Focusing on the image of the miraculouses, held captive in Hawkmoth’s iron grip, you prayed it’d work.

“I don’t want to have to kill you Adrien!” finally, the boy managed to escape and take a few steps back

“What do you care? Just a moment ago you would have done anything it took to get rid of me and Marinette!” 

Hawkmoth turned around to face you almost instantly, noticing the movement of your lips. 

“Stop that!”

You saw his fist tighten and shake slightly. His fear was all the motivation you needed! Your chants grew louder and louder, more confident and powerful. Hawkmoth placed both his hands around the jewelry in an attempt to prevent it from reaching you. Finally, there was a chance you could still win this!

And then there was a hand on your mouth.

And a kick on the inside of your knee.

You fell to the ground in pain, as the person behind you pushed you harder against the concrete. Right then, was the first time you heard Marinette say anything that day. 

“Rena?” her voice broken with despair

“I've never akumatized a hero before” you heard Hawkmoth’s taunting laugh “Can you imagine the possibilities Y/N?”

Tears were brimming in your eyes. Rena was forcing you to the ground with all her force. You heard Adrien call out your name, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. You had to find a way out of this but exhaustion was catching up to you quickly. You weren’t used to fights! You weren’t used to such powerful spells within such a short period of time!

With all the strength in your body, you focused again on an imaginary spot, in the middle of it all. You closed your eyes and imagined the ball of energy growing bigger and bigger, somewhere between you and Hawkmoth. Winds picked up speed around you. You opened your eyes slightly, and all you could see was Marinette’s horrified look, but you didn’t care. Not anymore. As long as you were still conscious, the fight would go on. The ball of energy went off again, creating the same bomb effect as in the beginning of the fight. Rena flew off of you, allowing you to move just in time to see Hawkmoth fly into a tree, and drop not only the black cat and ladybug miraculouses, but the butterfly one as well.

It seemed like the magic brooch had come undone from the impact. All 3 jewels fell to the ground and Hawkmoth was swallowed by a purple light. As the detransformation came to an end, all that was left was an unconscious Gabriel Agreste

“Dad?” Adrien’s voice felt like a punch in the heart. You couldn’t tell if he was angry or sad. His eyes turned almost red and he took off running after his father, but you were faster and caught up to him before he could reach Gabriel. You tackled him to the ground to prevent him from waking up the villain and possibly causing more chaos.

“Wait, Adrien, we need the miraculouses!”

“No, what I need is to talk to my DAD!”

“Adrien please!” you could barely manage to keep him from squirming underneath you

“Of course” Marinette replied slowly before holding out her hand. You let go of Adrien, but he didn’t get up. He just placed his right hand on top of Marinette’s, as she carefully slipped the ring on his finger, back where it belonged. 

You heard rapid footsteps come your way and saw Marinette run towards the miraculouses, picking all of them in her hand and hugging them to her chest.You couldn’t even imagine the relief she must have felt! She looked like finally, everything in the world was right again. It gave you hope! Adrien visibly relaxed as he watched her too.

“Can I have Plagg back?” he sobbed

Plagg flew out, looking sacred and in distress, but he tried to smile for his boy.

“I’m sorry Plagg.'' the kwami didn’t say anything, choosing instead to nuzzle himself in the crook of Adrien’s neck, in a hug. The boy placed his hand on top of him and began to sob quietly. Your heart sank at the sight and you couldn’t help but let yourself fall on top of Adrien again and wrapping him in another hug. You could hear every beat of his heart and every sorrowful tear rolling down his cheeks. The noise was so loud, you almost didn’t hear Marinette transform back into her heroine self.

You opened your eyes to see her tying up Gabriel, alongside Rena. She gave you a nod, letting you know they got it from here.

“Adrien?” Gabriel whispered slowly. It seemed like he had finally woken up. The boy beneath you slowly raised his head to meet the glance of his dad. Immediately, he pushed you off in order to run to him

“Father. It’s ok! It’s gonna be ok! It’s a misunderstanding, isn’t it?” Adrien ran to him, hopefulness in his voice like he didn’t know he was merely kidding himself

“I did it for a good cause Adrien…”

“No...you didn’t” he insisted

“One day you’ll understand”

Adrien stepped away from the weak body of his father, suddenly horrified at the realisation that Hawkmoth was, indeed, no one other than his own dad. He turned around to see you and Plagg still on the ground where he left you. Tears were quickly making their way back into his eyes as he rushed to you, throwing himself into your open arms. Ladybug picked Gabriel up, and dragged him away, with Rena right on her tail.

Adrien’s cries were muffled by your hair, but his words were still audible, at least to you

“He was my father! All this time”

“I failed everyone”

“No you didn’t Adrien”

“You didn’t know”

“I let myself be vulnerable and gave him the opportunity to take away my miraculous! I could have lost Plagg forever! I let Ladybug down! She lost her earrings and got akumatized and I couldn’t do anything about it!”

“Stop Adrien. It’s ok. It’s all gonna be ok” you tightened your grip around his body “eventually…”

[gale-gentlepenguin]

ML Fic: Soulmate Survey Part 37

Shout out to @asongeverlasting for beta reading for me and making sure I actually got this out.

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Simularé looked out over the city from the top of the school.  Using her replicated powers, she took the form of Volpina so they'd be able to alter the illusion quickly should something pop out and accidentally reveal the true form of the school. Thankfully the sentimonster didn’t need to do much in order to maintain the illusion; Paris was a surprisingly quiet city.

As far as they could tell, no one in the city outside of the school had any idea what was going on. And that worked out perfectly for them.

“So, this is where Lila has you stationed,” a voice called out, resulting in the faux fox turning around. The figure behind them was a woman clad in dark blue, with blue skin and a feathery fan. She looked confident and the sentimonster instinctively felt that this individual was very much aware of what it was.

Mayura had quickly deduced it was the sentimonster as it was in Lila’s previous akuma form, Volpina. With Lila now Masquerade, it was unlikely she would choose to take such a form. She would likely want to stay in her new form to show it off.

“Do not be alarmed, Simularé, it is your creator. Mayura,” Mayura spoke again.

The shapeshifter leveled a sharp glare at the woman. What made her so certain of that?

“How do I know that is true?” Simularé questioned.

The villainess took a moment to examine the sentimonster. Mayura had to admit that this sentimonster was her finest work to date. The amount of emotion harnessed from Lila to create it made it far more unique, much less of a mindless creature than her previous creations. Amoks were created much like akuma were, locking on to intense emotions before sending off. But unlike akuma, amok can be shaped and tailored with enough focus. Simularé was a special case, as it was made from the conclave of emotions that Lila was experiencing during her breakdown. It had been quite difficult to focus on one specific feeling but Mayura had pushed through. Simularé was sculpted to be Lila’s ideal ally, but it was also so much more than a simple asset. This Amok embodied Lila’s core personality. Her cleverness, her cunning, her mistrust of others, her playfulness, her pride and so much more. To put it simply, this Sentimonster was Lila’s spirit given a new form.

“Trust me Simularé, you would be best not to ask that,” Mayura warned.

The sentimonster felt as if it was being talked down to and clearly did not approve of anyone talking to them in such a tone, save for its master. It charged at the peacock villainess, ready to make contact, But, before it could get close, Mayura stuck out her hand and pinched her fingers together, causing the sentimonster to feel as if some force was pulling its essence out. The pain it felt was indescribable! It felt as if its very being was being ripped out. Mayura was in range to sense the Amok and could easily remove it without difficulty, much like Hawkmoth could with an akuma. Though Mayura had a feeling that letting the Sentimonster know that keeping her out of range of the item was the key to its survival would not be wise. It was best in this moment to display power.

“Stop! Please!” Simularé begged. “I … I believe you! I will do whatever you ask, just please stop the pain!”

The villainess smiled, it seemed there was even more to this Sentimonster than Mayura had anticipated. It had a powerful sense of self preservation, something controlled sentimonsters didn’t seem to have. She took note of that.

“Good. Now, you are going to explain to me your master’s end goal and where Ladybug and Chat Noir are in the building.”

Simularé felt the grip that Mayura had on its essence and held back its burning resentment towards the blue bird villainess. She would behave. For now.

“Okay… I will tell you everything.”

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“Duck!” Ladyice called out as she had Ice Noir lower their bodies to avoid oncoming ice projectiles.

“Surprising that she's only attacking us with ice. She's Stormy weather. You'd think she would be attacking with more, maybe some rain or like a vol....” Ice Noir commented.

“Don't talk about that! Do not give her any ideas!”

The two had skated out of the room and made their way through the now icy hallway while Stormy Weather gave chase.

“I was just saying it seems weird how...mediocre her attacks are.

“It’s like we saw before, the akuma servants are like robots, they can’t react quickly so changing up her powers is likely just as much of a problem. She's probably not as dangerous as we initially thought.”

“So maybe we should face this problem head on now that we aren’t cornered?”

Ice Noir changed direction and began skating towards the umbrella-wielding akuma.

Stormy Weather noticed the approaching cat and raised her umbrella, creating a mighty gale to blow him back and ending him flying past Ladyice to the end of the hallway.

“She can use her other powers… can confirm,” Ice noir commented as he got off the wall, still dazed.

Ladyice skated up to the dazed cat and helped stabilize him. Despite seeming like a wasted effort, the cat’s brash antics actually inspired Ladyice with a way to take her out.

“I just figured out how we can stop her, think you can give her one last charge for me?”

“Why Bugaboo, asking me to rush headfirst into danger? How heartless.” He feigned hurt.

Ladybug rolled her eyes.

“Silly Kitty. Just be ready to hang in there when she blasts you with wind. Don’t get blown back this time.”

“Got it.”

Ice Noir quickly skated across the ice as he drew his weapon. He was ready for her this time.

“Hey breezy weezy! The weather today was supposed to be sunny with a 20% chance of raining Cats and Dogs!” Ice Noir called out, clearly happy with his lame joke.

Stormy Weather saw the cat approaching once again and prepared to send another wind blast at him.

But the cat was prepared this time around and extended his staff to anchor himself to the walls on either side.

“Nice try!” Ice Noir snarked. “But a small little puff of wind won't blow me back again.”

The storm akuma decided instead of creating just another wind blast, she was going to step it up with a cyclone attack! A powerful tornado tunnel would surely blast the cat down for good.

“We were wrong! She can amp up the power too!” Ice Noir exclaimed as he held onto his staff with all his might while his body was being blown back by the massive winds. “This was not well thought out!”

He focused on digging his claws into his staff and doing his best to remain in the wind tunnel. The powerful winds blew into his face and he could see Stormy Weather slowly approaching.

“I don’t think I can hold on much longer, Ladyice!”

He felt his grip slipping. Any second now, he was going to get blown back.

“Don’t worry, Kitty. I got this.”

Stormy Weather didn’t get a chance to react when she felt something tackle her full force and rush her into the wall on the opposite end of the hallway.

The wind died down and Ice Noir was able to land on his skates. He released his grip on his staff and fixed his windblown hair to resemble its original state before quickly skating down the hall to help his partner.

“Nice job, Ladyice.”

The red-clad heroine stood up from her grapple with the storm akuma.

“Actually…”

Ice Noir looked up to see that his partner had shifted power ups. Her skates and ice skater aesthetic were replaced with a suit that had red spacesuit-like plating, a jetpack with retractable wings with red and light blue colors that matches her helmet.

She had changed into her space form, Cosmobug.

“Space power up! Because you can fly through the wind! Genius!”

Cosmobug smiled.

“Well, Stormy Weather is dazed but probably not for long.”

The two heroes noticed her about to grab her umbrella, but Chat Noir’s cat-like reflexes helped him snatch it first.

“Oh no you don’t!”

Ice Noir broke the umbrella over his knee.

“I don’t think she will be as mobile without her powers.”

Stormy Weather tried to stand but slipped on the icy floor she had created.

“Let’s just make our way to the boss,” Cosmobug said. She used the jet on her back to swoop up Ice Noir and fly slowly down the icy hall.

“Just like you to sweep me off my feet. But don’t think I will be a smitten kitten like usual.”

“Oh? Is that so?” The bug heroine raised an eyebrow. “It’s hard to imagine that you haven’t been dreaming about this scenario.”

“It helps that you aren’t riding a horse with the wind blowing in your hair,” Chat Noir joked back, catching Ladybug’s teasing.

Cosmobug quickly moved them to a part of the hall where there was no ice. Both undid their potion transformations, reverting back to their usual hero forms.

“Not keeping the jetpack?” Chat Noir asked. “It is really cool.”

“The room halls are pretty limited, and there's not much mobility, otherwise I might have,” Ladybug confessed.

The two heroes took a moment to catch their breaths and figure out their surroundings.

“We should thank Stormy Weather.”

The cat looked at his partner skeptically, remembering how a few minutes ago, the wind had nearly sent him flying through a brick wall.

“What makes you say that?”

“Lila probably had Stormy Weather out and about to flush out other people in the school and make sure the area was difficult to traverse. She likely sent out a bunch of other akuma to do the same, which means her forces are scattered and we have a better shot of dealing with her with fewer obstacles.”

Chat Noir nodded. He would not have deduced such a thing from one encounter with a weather akuma.

“Good to know, so the plan is to locate her and save the day.”

“No need to figure out where she is, I already have a good idea where she should be.”

Chat Noir noticed Ladybug had already started moving. He quickly followed behind, though he didn’t need an explanation this time. He already knew where Ladybug was heading — to his homeroom class, but he couldn’t say that without revealing what he knew.

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‘This was a ridiculous decision.’

That was the thought running through Chloé’s mind as she ran for her life from a large group of Reflekta clones.

The two or three she had run into early were easy to avoid, but now it seemed like a horde of those tacky clones. And all of the ice that surrounded certain hallways made it impossible to traverse. She was limited in her running space and she was running out. But what made it all worse was that now those Reflekta copies had adjusted to running.

“HOW CAN YOU RUN IN THOSE HEELS!?” Chloé screamed as she ran down the hall.

She just had to try and be a hero. Why was she even doing this? The assistant probably got turned into one of those gross clones or got masked like those other students. She could have just sat back and just waited for Ladybug and Chat noir to find her or let them handle it.

“You can’t run forever” The crowd of clones sang in Rather impressive and creepy harmony.

Chloé took a turn down the hall and went into the door of the nearest room.

She closed the door and locked it before smelling the musty wet air.

“What the… EWW!” She spat in disgust as she realized she had locked herself in a janitor’s closet.

“Why did it have to be in such a gross smelly room?” she moaned.

Unfortunately, her comments caught the attention of the crowd chasing her.

She heard banging on the door.

“You can’t hide, we will find.”

Chloe put her back to the door to keep them out and felt herself slide down it in despair.

Was this how it was going to end? Getting turned into one of those fashion nightmares after hiding out in such a rank smelling closet? She didn’t even save… wait. She did save someone. She saved that old man. It hadn't been glamorous, but she did manage to save at least one person.

“I guess I did do something good after all. May not have been exceptional… but it was something.” Chloé smiled for a brief moment.

She took a moment to look at the positives, Ladybug and Chat Noir would likely come in and save the day, plus there were those other two heroes. Perhaps that would be enough. But she had to admit, finding solace in that was getting harder to do when the smell of the closet was destroying her nostrils. Just then, she remembered she had some nice perfume in her bag that she could spray to alleviate the smell.

“Well, at least I won’t smell awful when they capture me.”

She put her hand in her bag and felt around for her perfume. As she searched, she felt an unfamiliar object in her designer handbag. She pulled it out.

“What is this?”

She noticed a note on top of it. It was a bit dark to read so she pulled out her phone and turned on her flashlight.

“Return to Ladybug after mission?”

Chloé’s eyes went wide. Could this be what she thought it was? How was it possible? She didn’t have time to question it.

She opened the box and out came a floating bee creature, who Chloé recognized right away. It was real.

“Pollen!” Chloé exclaimed with cheer.

“It has been a while, my queen.” the bee kwami said.

Chloé would have loved to revel in this moment more but she knew that door was going to burst open any minute. She needed to be the bee heroine.

“As much as I would love to talk more, we need to hurry. We have some akuma clones that need bashing.”

“Right away, my queen!”

Chloe put the bee miraculous in her hair.

“Pollen, Buzz on!”

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“It is a good thing there are so many copies,” Ryuuko stated as she leaped over a few Reflekta copies.

Viperion swerved and dodged the replicas of his sister’s akumatized form while avoiding getting caught in the bubbles that froze them and floated them up in the air.

Deadzone had been doing a lot of friendly fire thanks to its single minded obsession.

“After this, I really hope I never have to see my sister take this form again,” Viperion commented.

“Right, Adrien mentioned that you were Juleka’s brother. Older brother, right?”

“Older twin brother. But yes.”

“Really? You seem older.”

“I am a grade ahead of her, but we are the same age,” he explained.

“Could have sworn you were at least a year or two older.”

“A lot of people think the same thing. Even my mom forgets, sometimes. Rose, my sister’s girlfriend, says I radiate ‘big brother energy’ or something.”

“You learn something new.”

“What about you? Any siblings?”

“Sadly no. I was an only child.”

“Too bad, I think you would have made a great older sister,” Viperion encouraged

“A snake charmer, are we?”

“Well I am the snake, and I am not charming myself, so I think the more correct term would be dragon charmer.”

“Change that to fun killer because you killed my fun right there.”

Before Viperion could retort, they had made their way down to the end of the hall and noticed that it was frozen off.

“Dead end,” they say at the same time.

“No, Deadzone.”

The two turn to see the deadly akuma amalgamation pointing its blaster at them.

The two heroes looked at the deadly akuma.

“Any ideas?” Ryuuko questioned.

“Just one.”

Viperion moved his hand to his bracelet.

“Second chance!” Viperion activated his power.

“Now we have some options.” Viperion explained.

The akuma fired a bubble blast at Ryuuko, and she was frozen.

“Second chance!”

Things reset to how they were a few seconds before. Viperion grabbed Ryuuko and pulled her out of the way of the oncoming bubble blast.

“Thanks. For a minute there, I thought that thing had me.”

“It did, but I used my power to stop that. we still have to get out of here.”

“Look out!”

Ryuuko got hit with another bubble as they got up, protecting him from an attack.

“This might take a few attempts…”

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Hawkmoth paced inside his lair.

Mayura was out there, his son was out there… and things were not going the way he planned. Masquerade seems to be building a base for herself and was more concerned with that than getting the miraculous. Adrien is MIA, and Mayura isn’t responding.

“I might need to step in. But there is a lot of risk in this. Far too many variables that I can't account for”

Hawkmoth never liked leaving his lair. It had too many risks to it. After Heroes' Day, he had nearly been exposed. And after that fiasco in Shanghai he didn’t want to risk getting taken out by his own akuma. He had already taken plenty of risks that had blown up in his face. Would this be another one of those times he would need to risk his miraculous?

“But it could also be just what is needed to beat Ladybug and Chat Noir once and for all.”

With an akuma this powerful, the two would likely have to use their special powers multiple times. If he can just locate them and wait for them to do so, he could potentially gain the advantage. Maybe Mayura was on to something with her actions.

Hawkmoth walked to the window.

“There will be a right time. I just need to wait for it.”

He felt an itch in the back of his neck. He wasn’t sure what it was but he could tell one thing, something big was going to go down, and he needed to figure out the right call soon or it could cost him dearly.

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“…And that’s her plan.” Simularé finished. “As for Ladybug and Chat Noir… I am unsure. I lost track of them before I was given a new assignment. But they are in the building and they have not tried to leave.”

Mayura smiled at the information. While it was quite unfortunate that she didn’t have the exact location of the two heroes, it was good to know that they were still in the building, and Lila’s plan was certainly something interesting.

“Indeed, that is quite a clever plan. Ensuring everyone in the school couldn’t escape was pretty smart. You likely had a few escapes anyway, with how clumsy some of the akuma were. You are fortunate that neither one was Ladybug or Chat Noir. Still, though, it isn’t your master’s fault for that. They are basically mindless puppets. But then again, it seems that there might be zero escapes since there seems to be no new reports on the subject of a school takeover.”

Simularé let the peacock villainess muse, analyzing her movements as if trying to figure out any advantage it could handle.

“So, the next step now that all communications are cut is to send out a message that Ladybug and Chat Noir have already been defeated, so as to cause massive despair in order to create even more minions. Sounds a bit derivative, don’t you think?” Mayura mused.

Simularé said nothing. It held its tongue. Deep down, it knew that starting any dispute with this peacock was not wise. Especially given that crazy power she had over their being.

“Still, it is quite a plan. And with all those extra akuma recruited and Ladybug and Chat noir cut off from their guardian, they wouldn’t be able to get any sort of back up. They wouldn’t be able to put up much of a fight before all of Paris is under Masquerade’s thumb. I approve of the plan.”

“I am glad you do,” Simularé stated with a forced smile.

Their conversation was cut short when an akuma appeared. Seeing one it did not recognize, the artist akuma prepared to fight. But thankfully the shapeshifting sentimonster stepped in.

“Stand down Evillustrator, this one is not our enemy,” Simularé ordered.

Evillustrator eased and walked over.

“Masquerade has ordered that we start reinforcing the building. She wants this place to be like a fortress,” he parroted.

Mayura looked at the artist.

A fortress? Yes, Simularé mentioned that Masquerade wanted to reinforce the school so that she could ensure Ladybug and ChatNoir would have less chance of escape.

Simularé nodded at the akuma servant.

“Alright, so she wants us to drop the illusion, then?”

“She wants the place to be like a fortress.”

“Go ahead and start,” Simularé motioned. She figured that her master likely didn’t care about the illusion much as she was prepared for stage two. But she would maintain it for a bit.

The akuma moved to the end of the roof and begins working to reinforce the walls

Mayura began moving to the door of the roof to get back down into the school.

“Tell your boss I will be heading to her, and she best be welcoming,” Mayura ordered.

“As you command,” Simularé replied, hiding a large amount of anger and resentment towards the blue bird.

As soon as the blue peacock is out of sight.

Simularé contacts its master.

“Simularé, what is going on? Did Evilustrator reach you?”

“Yes. He is working to make this place a fortress. You want me to maintain the illusion, right?”

“I am about to go public shortly. After I make the announcement. Drop the illusion and make sure this place is a full-on fortress. After that is done, report back to me.

“Yes master. By the way, I had an idea.”

“Oh?”

Simularé smiled sinisterly. She was going to show Peacock why she was sorely mistaken.

“I will report the details to you shortly.”

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“Everything is set up,” Robostus noted.

“Excellent. Let’s do it now.”

The Reflekta camera crew was all set, and Gamer had set it up so the moment they went live, every screen in Paris would show Masquerade.

Masquerade got off her call with Simularé. Something seemed a bit off with her sentimonster but she was intrigued that she had a plan.

“We are live in 5….4…3….2…” the gamer stated before pressing the go live button.

Masquerade smiled.

“Good afternoon, citizens of Paris. You may not know who I am, but don’t worry! You will be very familiar with me very soon. I am Masquerade, and I have decided to make Paris my personal kingdom.”

She paused to let that sink in.

“Now you are likely very alarmed by this declaration and that is normal. It will only be a matter of time before I spread my influence to everyone in Paris.”

She paused to let her words hang in the air before continuing.

“Do not be afraid, I am no monster. I plan on being a fair leader. All I ask is for your undying admiration and absolute loyalty. After that, you are free to live your lives as you normally would. Do not resist and you will have no problems. However, if you do… well, I can’t guarantee your safety.”

Masquerade took a calm breath before finishing.

“This last message goes out to the heroes of Paris, Ladybug and Chat Noir. I know you are here, I know you believe you will stop me, and I know you have allies here. But you will fall to me. Your days of superheroing have come to an end, your miraculous will be taken from you, and I will expose you as the failures you are,” Masquerade finished with venom.

She ended the transmission.

“Now make sure that it is being looped,” she ordered.

“Already is,” Gamer confirmed. “And panic is starting to rise.”

Masquerade smiled. Her plan was already working.

It may have seemed like a simple ego boost, but that speech of hers was a crucial part of her plan. Her charm bracelet could hyper focus on anyone that was akumatized in the past and have their biggest insecurities exposed. But that one by one process took far too long, if the hope of the entire populace of Paris was already demoralized. Then all she needed to do was send out her masks and let them take hold. And all she needed to do was go out there and send the masks.

She could already feel massive amounts of negative emotion from outside of the school. As soon as she headed out of the school, she could easily go and get more akuma soldiers. She could feel her bracelet trembling with all the potential additions.

She was prepared to leave, activating one of the charms to give her black angel wings, but something she remembered caused her to stop.

“Simularé I am moving to phase two of my plan. Get down here.”

It only took a few seconds for the sentimonster to jump from the roof and knock on the window.

One for the Reflekta copies opened the large window to let in what appeared to be Dark Cupid, before it shifted into the phantasm form that was its base.

“Right on cue. So, what is this plan you wanted to suggest?” Masquerade inquired. “And be sure it is not a waste of my time.”

“What if I told you I could get you a Miraculous?”

The sentimonster could feel that Masquerade was very pleased with that idea.

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37 attempts.

It took thirty-seven resets before Viperion figured out what they needed to do.

“Ryuuko, follow my directions exactly,” Viperion instructed. “I know how to win.”

He quickly pulled her towards him to make sure she dodged the first bubble.

The akuma was surprised by the avoidance.

Viperion smiled.

“Your next line is, ‘How did you know I was going to blast at her?'” Viperion stated confidently.

“How did you know I was going to blast at her?” Deadzone parroted in shock before realizing they had said exactly what Viperion had said they would say.

The dragon heroine looked at the determined expression of the snake. She could see experience and certainty in his posture. All her years of fencing taught Kagami the art of reading body language, and the hero in front of her was someone that exuded an aura of confidence. She knew she could trust him.

“Alright, Sassy Snake, I will let you take the reins.” Ryuuko responded.

“Jump to the left in 2 seconds and start running.”

Ryuuko followed the instructions and sure enough avoided yet another bubble attack from Deadzone.

“Head to their left and bounce off the locker at the end.”

Ryuuko dashed past the akuma and jumped as Viperion instructed, perfectly avoiding the barrage of blasts sent her way. Viperion had perfectly mirrored her motion as he explained the next steps.

“Now somersault twice and draw your sword.”

Ryuuko somersaulted as Viperion leaped over her and the dragon turned to draw her sword, now on the other side of the hall.

“Now as soon as it fires a bubble at you, activate your wind! No matter what! I believe in you Ryuuko.”

The last words seemed a bit strange to the fencer. What did he mean by that?

“Will you shut up!?” Deadzone shouted before sending a bubble at Viperion.

“For my final glimpse into the future, you will say, ‘Not so tough now are ya?'”

The bubble contacted Viperion.

“Viperion!” Ryuuko cried out.

The bubble enveloped the snake and floated to the ceiling, taking his frozen form along with it.

“No…” Ryuuko muttered. She looked down in sorrow.

I failed to protect him. He ended up protecting me. He had been backing me up to make sure I wouldn’t do anything reckless.

Ryuuko felt her mind flashback to a few days ago which now seemed almost like it happened a year ago. They had made such a good team back then and now… they get a chance to be heroes again and she couldn’t cover him like he did her.

“Ha, not so tough now are ya?” Deadzone stated with confidence.

Ryuuko’s ears perked up at the statement. That was the line Viperion predicted they would say. That means… Viperion knew this would happen! Which meant his previous statement was to show he planned this. She knew what to do.

Deadzone turned its attention to Ryuuko.

“Don’t worry, you will join him shortly.”

Deadzone fired another bubble right at her, but this time Ryuuko wasn’t moving. She was at the perfect distance to do what she needed to do.

Ryuuko smiled.

“Wind dragon!”

The dragon-themed heroine turned into a cloud and blew the bubble right back at the akuma.

“What!”

The bubble encapsulated the akuma, causing it to freeze in place and then float to the ceiling.

Ryuuko returned to her original form and smiled, seeing how they had finally incapacitated the akuma.

“We did it, Viperion. We took them down. I'm sorry it cost you so much… I won't let you down!”

She raised her blade, upon realizing that her partner was indeed trapped in a bubble.

“Wait a minute…”

Ryuuko walked underneath Viperion’s bubble. She wasn’t entirely sure if this would work, since akuma magic was weird and often unpredictable, but it would make a lot of sense if it did.

“It is a bubble, so this should work right?” Ryuuko questioned as she used the tip of her sword to touch the bubble. She pushed it forward a bit causing the bubble to pop.

Her partner dropped to the floor.

“Ugh… my head.”

“You’re okay!”

Ryuuko hugged her friend, but then realized her sudden action and quickly jumped back up. A bit flustered, she could swear Marinette was rubbing off on her.

“I am glad you are alright, friend. You had me concerned — slightly,” Ryuuko corrected herself.

Viperion was surprised by the quick motions but managed to steady himself.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course. But make it quick, we will need to get a move on.”

“Okay… Who am I?”

Ryuuko froze at the question. She could see the confusion on his face. He was completely serious.

“Oh… that is not good at all.”

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Masquerade is on phase two of her plan and Simularé is starting to make waves.

Who will get to the akuma first, Mayura or our heroes.

What will happen to Viperion now that his memory is gone?

Will Queen bee be the right choice?

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↝ SEE HERE: A complete set of headcanons that are specific to my portrayal of the lizard and lizard-related parts of Curt. Please read these first before assuming anything about my version of the lizard, as parts of it are taken from various canon and mixed with headcanons. ↝ CONTENT WARNINGS: Many mentions of reptiles, loss of limbs, unethical science, and other related things.

The timeline is as follows:

Curt begins researching the idea of cross-species genetics ( prior to events of Spider-Man 1 )

His first experiment is conducted on a number of lizards ( just before events of Spider-Man 2 )

His first successful experiment is conducted and he begins developing it for human use ( during the events of Spider-Man 2 and 3 )

He injects himself with the serum and becomes the lizard ( after the events of Spider-Man 3 )

Without any sort of help, Curt attempts to use cross-species genetics in the hopes of regrowing his lost arm. 

Does this all in his lab at Columbia University, without anybody else’s knowledge.

Curt specializes in physics and herpetology, two areas of study that make him disastrously unqualified to tackle something as difficult as cross-species genetics, and even more so to apply that to humans, especially himself.

The serum that Curt creates as a result does work- sporadically, though. It takes a long time for Curt’s arm to regrow, and it doesn’t come without complications.

It takes anywhere between two months to a full year for Curt’s arm to regrow, but it’s incredibly sensitive to all touch and is still difficult to move as Curt needs to adjust to the different nerves. The bones within it will be incredibly fragile as well and it can be easy to break this new arm if one isn’t careful enough.

The arm itself can detach if Curt himself feels threatened enough- he doesn’t do it on purpose and it scares him more than anybody else. In this case, he can still regrow a new one, but the entire situation will be incredibly traumatizing for anybody involved as he can feel it as it’s happening, even more so with its sensitivity.

When the arm pops off, it tends to be a “clean” break. There’s usually little to no bleeding, and the section that breaks has an almost satisfyingly clean cross-section. It’ll twitch for a good half a minute after it’s been detached but it is otherwise a perfectly good replica of an arm.

On occasion, the regrown arm may have lizard features even without transforming into the lizard. This is typically the formation of scales, claws, or other lizard features. On rare occasions, he may have a very small tail / tail stump, especially if said tail had fallen off whilst in lizard form.

If Curt were to lose other limbs after the use of the serum, it would regrow the same way as his already missing arm. It would be equally as useless. 

Whilst incredibly similar to DID, Curt does not have DID. Instead, the lizard as a separate entity within his mind was formed when the cross-species serum overtook portions of his brain. It would be more accurate to say that it’s infected part of Curt’s mind.

The lizard itself is not aware that it’s part of / within Curt. Whenever it’s taking over, it shows symptoms of amnesia and doesn’t associate itself with Curt at all. Despite this, Curt knows of its presence and can sometimes see what it’s doing when it’s taken over his body. However, he is mostly incapable of taking over the lizard.

He can try extremely hard- it’ll take its toll on him and he’ll be exhausted every time but never let it be said that Curt just lets it ‘happen’.

Curt’s body does change when the lizard takes over, primarily seen as Curt taking on a very lizard-like form that’s best described as a mix between a green iguana and a common house gecko, the two lizards that Curt primarily took genes from when creating the serum.

The more often he transforms into the lizard, the more remaining features of it appear on his body post-lizard-mode. For most interactions- unless otherwise specified- Curt will have scales on the back of his hand and be able to smell things with his tongue. 

Curt will also have periods of time prior and after being in the lizard’s form where he’s cold-blooded; his body will have issues regulating its temperature and he will tend to seek out warmer areas. This period of time can range anywhere between minutes to hours, though tends to be about an hour and a half on average.

While Curt initially is focused on “curing” himself of the lizard- and tries to, with no avail- he eventually resolves to making peace with it and co-inhabiting the body with it in a way that allows him to live his daily life normally whilst allowing the lizard to live.

The lizard will share common goals with Curt and care about most of the same people, but will still find difficulties understanding more complex concepts regardless.

After making peace with Curt, the lizard will occasionally be co-conscious with Curt or vice-versa, allowing both of them to influence the other’s actions to a degree. However, this doesn’t mean either of them have complete or even partial control of the other. 

Because of this, Curt’s behavior may take after certain lizard behaviors. He will be somewhat partial to eating bugs, be acutely more aware of potential ‘predators’ in the wild, and have a stronger sense of ‘self defense’... by lizard standards.

The lizard can’t read Curt’s mind but it has some idea of “feeling” him. Despite this, it thinks those feelings come from itself and not from Curt.

This is coupled with the fact that the lizard is not particularly intelligent; it predominantly is made up of the ‘empty’ parts of Curtis, is mostly illiterate, and has poor critical thinking skills. It also means that, when not a lizard, Curt will be far more emotional, attentive to detail, and restless.

Additionally, Curt may also experience issues with his fine motor function when reverting back for certain periods of time due to the lizard serum having taken portions of his brain.

While the lizard can communicate to Curt in their shared subconscious after they’ve made peace, Curt finds difficulty responding back in words and tends to reply in thought concepts or feelings. This makes non-verbal communication incredibly difficult. 

[albino-whumpee]

Demon Angel AU: Hunger

Just me rambling about possible next chapters turn into an outline for one I´m gonna share to motivate myself to actually write it sometime.

CW// Body dysphoria, cannibalism, explicit descriptions of butchering a human, gore, demon/angel whump, chronic pain, transfiguration, failed murder attempt, non human whumpees/whumpers, muzzles and mentions of suicide. 

Thinking about Demon Angel AU again. Specifically about Sann turning into a demon because of the corrosion in the demon´s realm, and exploring the changes his body went through. 

The loss of his wings is the one that hurts the most, even if he still has the upper ones, he´s used to using all six so he can´t fly as much as he used to or make the turns in the air he was so fond of. The new tail helps with that but it takes a while to learn how to properly use it to maneuver around. The horns make him have constant headaches or so he thinks until he opens his mouth and finds his canines have turned into fangs. Fangs that rasp against his mouth and ache all the time. 

He´s pretty much in pain all the time. He thinks understanding where the pain comes from helps ease it but when a growing ache begins to spread into his limbs and dries his throat, alarm bells go off in his head. 

It´s not actual pain, but he definitely aches for something. Headaches getting worse and worse doesn´t help his already bad mood, so after a particularly bad day, he flies off back to the surface. 

Albus goes after him of course, but Sann doesn´t want to be found and hides and lurks around as the ache grows prominently until finally, he spots humans close by. 

A caravan who doesn´t have any other option but to cross the demon´s valley, he assumes. 

At that point, instinct is driving him. A blind reaction to pain he doesn´t understand how to ease, but his new body does. That´s how he feels himself dropping cold over the caravan, tackling a human off their horse into the ground with enough strength to shatter their bones but still live and then, dig his fangs into their neck. 

The human is in so much pain, but they manage to put their arm up to shield their neck and even when they hit Sann and pull on his horns to push him away, his jaw is locked. The human takes out a sword then and Sann escapes its swing by a few centimeters. Feathers ruffling and sticking out to his sides as the human paddles away making a trail of blood.

The whiff of it alone, is enough to make him launge forward towards his prey and he would have killed them in one bite if the human didn´t scream for mercy from the gods. 

He comes back to his senses and notices he munched up part of the human´s flesh as he spits it on the ground and paddles back and away from the human as fear and shame floods him.

He doesn´t have too long before the rest of the caravan arrives and tries to capture him. He shoots up and hears rocks flying by his head as he quickly goes to hide to the forest. Where Albus is waiting for him at the top of trees to bring him down in a mess of ropes and feathers.

After a moment of panic and of bitterness, Albus puts him down and frees him. With the condition to wear a muzzle and follow him. Sann is outraged, but Albus knows hunger and he´s not stable enough to allow him to go like that. 

“I´ll be gentle” he promises, before Sann huffs and then lets Albus work the leather around his face. He can´t open his mouth much, but he can speak some. So he doesn´t lose the chance to ask where he is taking him. 

Albus begins to explain he didn´t know the transformation would go that far. But even though he can´t even begin to imagine what going through that is like, he tells him a secret. Sometimes, when he is hungry but doesn´t have the energy to hunt, he goes to a few places that for some reason, the humans seek to end their lives. 

It´s easy food and spares him the trouble of killing them. It´s not something that happens all the time, so it´s not good to rely on it as a food source, but he believes showing Sann he can eat without outright taking human´s lifes can help in the future. 

Sann is quiet as they reach one of the places Albus suggests and his heart crushes at the sight of a fresh corpse laid over the rocks. He takes a few steps back before Albus catches his wrist. 

He can postpone it as much as he wants, but the hunger will only get worse. Even if he tries to eat animals and fruits like before, it won´t be enough. There will be a moment hunger will take all rationality and he will attack anything that moves if he doesn´t eat properly.

Albus offers to do it for him this time, but warns him that at some point, he will have to do it himself. 

Sann´s conflict is visible as he lowers his head and whispers “I never wanted to become a demon”

“I know” Albus squeezes his hand before he lets go and kneel, pulling out the knife he carved from his horns, all those months ago, and begins to butcher it. “I know...” 

Sann´s unable to look but finds himself salivating at the smell. Instinct overtakes him when Albus extends a tiny piece of it and he grips on his arm so hard, it makes him whimper and then blush at the way he licks his fingers clean. 

He shakes the feeling away when Sann´s fangs grace him and the acid of his blood makes Sann snap back. Albus is quick to cover his wound and tries to go back to chopping up the meat, but Sann stops him and carefully takes his own knife out before kneeling next to him, ready to start even if his limbs shake and the only things stopping him from outright eat are Albus himself and the muzzle on his face. 

A few hours later, they´re back on their hiding spot, meat drying up with salt next to the window as Sann thinks about Albus´ blood still having a reaction on him. Would it take time until he became a full demon? Or would he stay forever in the middle? If it was not the case, did that mean he could revert it, somehow?

The storm brewing on the horizon made him sigh. 

He wouldn´t be able to practice his flight that night either. So he goes to sleep in his cocoon of feathers in resignation. Unknown to him, Albus watches the storm in complete silence, affliction forming like the big gray clouds in the sky as the same questions Sann had formulate on his head.

He knew that if he marched into the woods, through a path illuminated with green fire, it would take him to someone who could give him the answers. For a price.

[bigskydreaming]

what are your opinions on we are robin?

Massively complicated by the fact that DC's writers don't have an ACAB bone in their collective bodies.

Dunno how new to my blog you are and thus how familiar or not you are with my ACAB stance for Dick and my personal tendency to never acknowledge or interact with the specific idea of Dick as a cop...like there's more than enough material for me to work with without ever having to delve into that and I fundamentally believe being a cop is counter to everything I see as Dick's core premise and makes no sense given the specific origins and continuities I view as most 'him' -

But I WOULD have a lot of thoughts about how Dick would feel about this massive city-wide movement that he had no hand in creating and how he would inevitably feel personally responsible for every life to put on a facscimile of his family's costume AND the things they did in those costumes (such as the kid who was manipulated into killing someone while in that guise, per the Court of Owls' agenda).....

AND I would have a ton of thoughts about the fact that it was Alfred who secretly engineered this movement and how he of all people should know how Dick might feel about that, and thus how Dick WOULD feel about that information, but complicated and coupled with the fact that Alfred most certainly was motivated in part by his grief for Dick and seeing this as a kind of legacy, a way to honor his grandson, and able to justify to himself any transgressions towards Dick's feelings here with the idea that Dick wasn't alive TO be hurt by his actions here....

BUT the reason I avoid engaging with We Are Robin content beyond acknowledging it as Duke's origin story in the background of Duke content I write....

Is I absolutely can not - or more to the point - WILL NOT - attempt to justify Dick's decision to get all the kids arrested and locked up for their own safety while he went after the Court alone.

To be clear - I absolutely am of the opinion that Dick was and always will be right and justified in not wanting to see anyone get hurt in the colors and image of his family's legacy. That this has absolutely NOTHING to do with his impression of any such individual's competency, nor is it about trying to restrict their agency. That its wholly a PERSONAL thing for him, its a private instinct that is entirely reasonable and allowable, for him to have a kneejerk need to keep more people from dying or suffering in that specific mantle that he never intended to BE a legacy beyond just himself.

I headcanon that after Jason himself, nobody hated the memorial in the cave more than Dick, because the last image he had of his family was them lying dead on the ground of the circus ring, just broken bodies colored from high above in the classic Grayson colors and covered in blood. That THAT specifically is the image Dick so often saw in his nightmares in his early years in the Manor, that is the SPECIFIC visual Bruce so often comforted him about upon waking....and that it was a massive slap in the face and an indication of Bruce's most unfortunate tunnel-vision tendencies in his own grief, that it never even OCCURRED to Bruce that in memorializing Jason in the specific way he did, he was also subjecting Dick to a constant, ever present visual reminder of one of Dick's personal most traumatic images....the sight and idea of his family, now not just his parents but also his brother....reduced to just broken, bloody costumes he'd never get to see as anything but that again.

Not to mention then captioning this memorial with "a good soldier" and thus in the process of disrespecting Jason's true bond with Bruce, simply because Bruce couldn't handle that at the time and was trying to literally DISTANCE himself from that view of his loss, the loss of a son, of family....Bruce simultaneously disrespected Dick's legacy of his family and everything he'd created Robin to be, and envisioned Jason-as-Robin to be from the moment Dick gave Jason his own old costume and embraced him as the new Robin and by extension, HIS family as much as Bruce's.....like, no matter what Bruce intended for HIMSELF and his feelings about Jason's death with that caption, he literally reduced Dick's tribute to his parents and expression of brotherhood to his brother to.....nothing more than the uniform of a child soldier, a subordinate of the Batman in HIS personal crusade. Something that Jason never actually was, and Dick CERTAINLY had never created - or gave Jason his blessing as - Robin to be.

So on that front, I have no problem with Dick WANTING to keep all the Robins, every child who called themselves one, safe - and to take on the Court of Owls alone, by himself, because like it or not, that will ALWAYS be personal for him. That is about HIS family in a way that it will never be about the family, the heritage, of anyone else, even his adopted siblings. The Court were after HIM, specifically, and always were and always would be. I don't see anything hypocritical about Dick's desire to keep kids out of that fight when he himself would have never been okay with Bruce benching him as Robin in some random fight....because this fight is deeply personal for Dick in a way that's not transferable, and to be honest, I see his desire to keep anyone else from dying as a Robin, in a fight against the Court ESPECIALLY....I see it as an inherently selfish want of Dick's. 

A selfishness that I think he's entirely justified in having. Its not about anyone but him. Its about HIM not having to deal with the burden of any more deaths in his family's colors, his family's name, when he in all likelihood originally created Robin in that particular guise because he figured he'd likely die as Robin at some point, and thus he'd never have to see anyone die in the image of his family's costume and colors ever again because the only person left TO die in them, at the time, was he himself.....thus kinda ensuring for Dick that when he did die, he'd go out just as his parents did, which in his youth at least was likely a weirdly kinda comforting idea for him.

So on the one hand, Dick's desire to keep the kids out of harm's way was ultimately a selfish - but justifiably so - desire to not see anyone else dead or injured in a literal WAR of CHILDREN being fought in his personal family colors and image....especially when 99% of them had literally no idea what the colors they were fighting in signified and meant for the mantle's original creator.

BUT.

BUT BUT BUT BUT BUT.

Where this all falls apart for me, and why I don't just go with this take and instead just kinda sidestep around the whole story itself and don't engage with it....

Is there's absolutely no way to 'fix' the story as is.....without coming up with an entirely different middle climax, in which Dick finds some way to sideline the kids without getting them all arrested.

Cuz see, what I'm NOT gonna ever do, is try and argue from an in story perspective, that Dick would ever be stupid enough, or try to justify, getting kids - many of them marginalized, and people of color specifically - arrested in the name of keeping them SAFE.

That's just stupid to the nth degree, and unilaterally the fault of DC's writers being oblivious to the real-world realities of police brutality and the interactions and dynamic people of color have with the actual police.

It was DC's fuck-up there, but I - especially as a white writer and fan - am not going to try and fix or transform that fuck up short of entirely rewriting the whole second half of We Are Robin's plot, which to be honest, I don't see as likely to ever be a priority for me as there's so much other content in Dick's narratives I'd rather get to first. Its just way too far down the list, the premise itself doesn't interest or engage me enough to make me WANT to invest in that particular story heavily enough to create a whole other direction for it, that navigates around the issue I have with it here.

So again, I mostly just....don't engage with it. Because I can't see Dick's stance on the issue of his family's legacy ever being other than what I always see it as, and thus see it as here, but I'm definitely never going to find it appropriate to write Dick trying to justify his decision to ENGINEER the police arresting all these kids for their PROTECTION....to a black character like Duke in specific.

Because its not. But again, this wasn't Dick's decision at the end of the day, because he's a fictional character who can only make the decisions he's written making. And thus it was the decision of writers who wrote these characters in situations that contained analogues to real world issues without keeping centered an awareness of how those issues intersect with people of different identities, particularly people of color and black people in specific.

So its not a decision that made me like, dislike Dick, because its one that I don't think he should have ever been written making, but its not a decision I care to justify in universe.

And that's about all I think I ever intend to - or even could - expand on that subject, I'm pretty sure. *Shrugs*

Oh wait, no, I lied!

Quick thought for white fans in particular....because I HAVE seen this subject tackled at least once or twice in fiction, from an ACAB standpoint that had Duke reaming out Dick for his decision here, for the same reasons I'm outlining above.....

This isn't an attempt to gatekeep or police anybody as like, I'm not actually ever trying to do that, I'd have to know every fic writer's personal identity and marginalizations TO do that, and I'm not pretending to know that or asking to, like, its just not on the menu for me so please don't get me wrong, this is purely aimed at a plea for white writers in particular to exercise personal accountability and good, sincere judgment in this regard:

No matter your personal feelings about Dick Grayson, the subject of Robin, or any of this in general, PLEASE keep in mind before utilizing Duke as a mouthpiece for giving Dick shit for this in the name of smearing the latter's character or making him look bad, like.....

Dick is of Romani descent. In the New 52 continuity as well as pre-Flashpoint. That's been made explicitly clear, and as such......there is no substitute in our current real world zeitgeist for the interactions the police have with black people, but please keep in mind that Romani people have a very, VERY long history of being subject to police brutality and persecution in a wide range of countries. Its a big part of why so many people are so uncomfortable with cop!Dick in the first place, and as such, it makes treating him as this naive, privileged white guy when having the realities of police brutality explained to him by another character, like.....not look exactly like you might intend there, because the reality is he's not SUPPOSED to be that character, but too few people at DC, and ESPECIALLY the people writing the We Are Robin stories, like, completely fail to ever extend the idea of Dick being Romani to any kind of examination of what kinds of lived experiences, perspective or perceptions this results in him having specifically.

And that's a failure on DC's part, but you don't need to go making it your failure as well, so for those of us who are white like, this really is something that should be kept centered before we decide to engage with story elements like the above one from We Are Robin, and like, if we do, then HOW we go about that specifically.

[eveningstar1516]

Rise of the Demon King ~ Chapter 12

Rise of the Demon King

Fic: Multi Chapter Paring: MC x Everyone (Mostly Lucifer) Type: Angst with a Happy Ending Total Word Count: 26,758 TW: Major Character Death, Reader gets stabbed with a sword through their chest so..., Abusive Parents, Past Child Abuse, Demon Hunters, Loss of Control Summary: You’ve done it. You’ve finally done it. You’ve managed to anger the demon king. Now you hold your head high as he hands down your sentence. AO3 Portal: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27065362 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A/N: I gotta Discord server guys! It's primarily Obey Me but other fandoms are welcome as well. It's kinda baby and dead so me and the other members are looking to revive it and we'd love for you to come join us. A roleplay area is included :) https://discord.gg/F3YEmDZCPS Please remember to read and accept the rules once you join for access to all the channels. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Previously:

I faced the edge, ready to jump when I realized I had forgotten something. Turning around, I looked God straight in the eyes and threw the strongest right hook I had ever thrown in my life before jumping backwards, tucking in my wings and closing my eyes. A content sigh leaving my lips as I let the darkness engulf me whole.

I’m coming guys. Wait up for me ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CHAPTER 12 - Welcome Home (2132 words)

I woke up sometime mid-fall. The initial shock caused me to blackout. Now that I was falling, all I could hear was the wind around me and the sound of someone's pained gasps and screams. Somewhere in the back of my mind I registered that the screaming was my own. My hands flew to my head and my wings wrapped around me. My wings felt like they were melting off. When I managed to open my eyes, I watched as the once pure white wings slowly fade to black. The center of each feather shining with a deep blue. My clothes started transforming at around midway. The last thing I registered was a swirl of magic surrounding me before I blacked out once again from the pain.

I woke up in a small crater. The first thing I noticed was the white hot pain all around my body, specifically my back. Using what little strength I had, I pushed myself up into a sitting position and cocooned myself in my 4 wings. Wait 4! Painfully, I stretched my wings out and noticed that my top pair had burnt off. Looking down, I noticed that my attire didn’t change much either. I stayed in my celestial garb, but all the white now turned black. The gold accents became a midnight blue. A black cape hung off my shoulders with a blue inner lining. I reached towards my head to feel for my horns but was shocked to find nothing there.

Despite feeling numb all over, I tried standing up to take in my surroundings but I just collapsed right back down. Instead, I took to crawling. I appeared to be in a garden of sorts. I found my way over to a fountain, and peered into the water taking in my reflection. I looked like I had just left a battlefield, but what surprised me the most, was the small black halo over my head. Lucifer told me that when they fell, their halo’s shattered and horns grew in their place, but my halo was still there. It was a small ring of black fire instead of light. I tentatively reached up to feel it, noting that it was cool to the touch and whatever I did, didn't disturb it.

I looked around the garden, something was strangely familiar about it but I couldn't place my finger on it. All of a sudden, I heard shouting and hurried footsteps. I turned around to see what looked to be a squad of guards rushing towards me. Before my fogged mind could register what was happening, 2 of them tackled me to the ground and secured my wrists and wings behind my back. One of the guards hands brushed over my halo and I could feel a disturbance in the fire before he screamed. His hand had been severely burned. The guard whom I assumed to be the leader of the group barked out orders to bring me to the throne room. My mind having finally caught up to the situation realized why the garden and uniforms looked familiar. I was in the Palace Garden! I felt the guards grab my shoulders and pull me off the ground as I got dragged off; my whole body still aching all over.

I knew I couldn’t take the guards in my current condition so I stayed silent and looked around as I was being led to the throne room. The hallways all looked as familiar and welcoming as they had when I first arrived in the Devildom as a human. There were a few notable differences such as the added portraits. Eventually, we stopped in front of the throne room and I could feel my heart hammering in my chest. One of the guards opened the door as 2 of them grabbed my shoulders and pushed me onto my knees in front of the king. Hissing at the pain, I kept my head bowed for a second before looking up.

Raising my head, I saw Diavolo sitting on the throne. His demon form had some subtle changes. He wore a little less accessories but the most notable change was the crown adorning his head. The once prince, now king, looked as majestic and regal as he always had been. His once carefree demeanour, now replaced with a presence that demanded respect. He looked like he was born to lead. Before anyone could say anything, I locked eyes with Diavolo and smiled. “Long time no see my Lord, or perhaps, my King would be more appropriate.” I saw the recognition of my voice flash in Diavolo’s eyes, a momentary expression of disbelief flickered across his face before he ordered the guards to release me. “But my Liege-” “Need I repeat myself? I ordered you to release them. You’re all dismissed.” The guards now scared of any repercussions that would arise, quickly released me, bowed their apologies and left. Carefully I stood up, rubbing my wrists before Diavolo came up and captured me in a bone crushing hug. I hissed in pain. “Ah! Hehe, I missed you too Dia.” Diavolo squeezed a little tighter, tears starting to pool into his eyes. “Uh, Dia. I still hurt from the fall and I kind of need to breathe. Please?” Diavolo released me with an apologetic look. Gently holding my chin, he looked into my eyes. I smiled back. “You’re here. You’re really here. I’ve missed you so much. We’ve missed you so much.” Diavolo leaned down as I embraced him. Whisper-crying onto my shoulder. “I know. I did too.” Patting his back I let him stay there for a little. “There there big guy. Where’s my happy go lucky prince hmm?” At this, Diavolo let out a laugh. Composing himself he stood up and flashed me his signature smile. De-powering, he pointed to his chest. “Still here, but not the prince anymore.” “That’s right. You’re a King now! I hope this means less pranks and spontaneous schemes are going to be pulled on the brothers?” “I wouldn’t say less, but definitely less frequent.” Barbatos walked into the throne room and dropped the papers he was carrying. A hand went to cover his mouth as he stood in shock. I made my way over to him and gave him a hug. “Hey Barb. I’m back.” Barbatos hesitated for a second. The time demon was still in shock from my appearance before he returned the hug. He held me tightly against him while being mindful of my injuries. “Your wings.” Releasing the hug I looked at them. “I know. It hurts, but it’s more of a phantom pain. I lost the top set.” “You look just like Lucifer did before he fell.” Diavolo remarked, reaching for my halo. I stepped just beyond his reach. “I wouldn't do that. One of the guards touched me and badly burned his hand.” “This is interesting. Why did the brothers lose theirs but yours only changed?” Barbatos thought aloud. “I don’t know. I wish I did but I don’t. Speaking of Lucifer and the brothers, where is he?” “Ah, I thought you’d ask that. He’s here in the palace working. I do warn you though, he hasn’t been the same since you left.” “Let me guess, he buried himself in work and reverted back to his old self from before we met?” “Well yes, but 10x worse.” “Can I see him?” “Of course! Follow me” Waving bye to Barbatos. I followed Diavolo out of the throne room. It was now that the rest of the pain from the fall wanted to hit. As soon as we left the throne room, I almost collapsed and had to lean against the wall for support. My back was killing me and my legs were numb. Diavolo saw me and caught me halfway. “Y/N! Are you sure you’re alright?” “No, no I don’t think so, but I did expect this to happen.” “Do you want me to call a physician?” “No, I’ll be fine with some rest. I just want to see him.” “Alright. You can lean on me.” “Thank you.” Walking around the halls with Diavolo, we caught up on some stuff going on in the Devildom. I promised to tell him about my time in the Celestial Realm after I’ve gotten some rest. Sometime later, we stopped in front of an office in the east wing. Diavolo knocked on the door. “Lucifer. You have someone who wants to see you.” Diavolo opened the door as I

stood behind him. I heard Lucifer sigh. “I would love to my Lord, but I’m afraid these need to get done before I am available to see anyone.” Seeing the opportunity, I chose to seize it. Stepping around Diavolo, I saw Lucifer still looking down at the documents on his desk as I announced myself. “Aww, so does that mean you don’t want to see me?” Lucifer dropped his pen, his head shooting up to look at me. His face, a mix between shock and hope. I made my way over to his desk as he stood up and walked around to meet me halfway. He stopped in front of me looking very conflicted. Slowly, his hand made its way up to cup my face. “Y/N?” I would have missed that whisper if I wasn’t paying attention. I put my hand over his and turned my head giving him a small kiss against his palm before closing my eyes and leaning into him. “Yes. I missed you.” Lucifer lost his composure and pulled me protectively against his chest, my head resting just above his heart. His head resting on top of my own. “Lucifer, their halo-!” His hold was tight, but comforting, holding on as if, if he were to loosen just a bit, I would disappear. I looked up to see my halo had dissipated, making room for Lucifer. I pulled away from him. “How? How did you not get burned?” Lucifer looked at me and Diavolo, confused. Then he saw the black ring of fire atop my head. “How did you retain your halo?” “I don’t know. But when other demons touched it, they got severely burned, but you're just fine.” Diavolo crossed his arms, thinking. “Maybe it doesn’t affect higher ranked demons?” “No, it still does. I felt the heat when I got close to you Y/N.” “Maybe it’s because Lucifer was once an angel?” “Perhaps. I can still sense some grace within you. You didn’t lose all of it when you fell like the rest of us.” “Neither did you Lucifer.” “What?” “You still retained a small portion of your celestial power and grace. Perhaps, the halo won’t harm demons or angels with grace within them. It will do its job and repel true demons.” “In that case, I should probably stay away from Satan, huh?” “I don’t know. Satan was born from Lucifer so he might have some trace of grace within him. I wouldn’t test it, but I would be cautious. Take the day Lucifer. Take care of them.” “Thank you Diavolo.” With that, Lucifer shifted into his demon form. Wings encompassing the both of us. “We will catch up later Y/N. Get some rest.” “Thank you Diavolo. Nice to see you again.” Lucifer muttered a spell teleporting us to his room.

Now in the privacy of his own room, his walls fell down. Lucifer held me tight. His head bowed down, resting on the crook of my neck. “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.” The tears flowed freely as he cried on my shoulder. I maneuvered us towards the bed as sat down as Lucifer kneeled to match my height. I put my arms around his back, fingers running through his hair. “It’s not your fault Lucifer. Please don’t blame yourself. I’m alright, and I’m here with you. Please don’t be sorry.” Lucifer lifted his head from my shoulder, taking me in properly for the first time. His hand made its way to my wings, softly stroking the blackened feathers. His fingers traced the base of my wings on my back when he noticed the scarring. “Your top pair.” “I know. It’s alright. I’m still numb there so I can’t feel it.” “You look perfect in my clothes. They were made for you.” “No Lucifer, they were made for you. I just borrowed them.” Chuckling, he leaned forward and leaned his forehead against mine. “Welcome home”

I spent that night cuddled close to Lucifer. After I bathed, he tended to my injuries and wrapped my upper back where my top set of wings once were. We layed in bed together, Lucifer holding me protectively against him as we fell asleep to the sound of our heartbeats, beating in sync.