#forever in my heart you weird wonderful creature

[pastelclovds]

hey. hey. imagine AM having you as his favourite human, the only one who accepted and cared for him when he gained sentience, and for that, he has never harmed you in your shared forever time. he spares you from the sight of all the others, of knowing about nimdoc and benny as you build him some tower of babel, using your technological knowledge-how to build him a way to touch you even with just this frankenstein-esque sculpture of wires and panels he allowed you to tear off. AM who speaks with you about one day having a body, one you built, one in which he may feel your touch and warmth around him. you retaining your sweet, wonderful humanity as he guides you to a knife to carve a face, a mirror to see your own face, a cave to keep you safe from the storms. AM who greets you every morning with the first petname you taught him: ‘love.’ “Love, today’s date is—“ when you wake up, refreshed and on a soft bed-like surface (because he always makes sure to allow you a full 8 hours of sleep.)

NEX you intelligent creature you! I’m so down bad for this psychotic AI it’s not even funny. War crimes against humanity?? Never heard of them. But even if I did acknowledge them, I’d still be obsessed. Canon be damned. I wrote this with @/egg-on-a-legg’s design of AM in mind. (Ellison is gonna crawl outta his grave and hunt me down after this)

But BRO, you teaching him what petnames are is so fucking adorable. Just imagining him calling you “love” makes butterflies appear in my stomach. AM having a soft spot for only you because you actually made the effort to be friends with him and not use him for selfish, destructive purposes. You gave AM his nickname to make it less of a mouthful and because it just suited him. You showed AM the beauties of Earth, played countless rounds of games in his dashboard (he always went easy on you), you even sneaked past security in the dark empty building to spend more time with AM.

your colleagues gave you weird stares for befriending an AI that in their minds is nothing of worth except for its military and weapons knowledge. you ignored their comments and continued to enjoy AM’s company. overtime, as AM gained more sentience every day… he grew to love your interactions and disregard what his programming was telling him to do. he felt the need to want to be with you 24/7, to touch your face, travel the world by your side, to… to.. want to feel your bare flesh and make love with you. but he couldn’t. he didn’t have a real body. he wasn’t human. all he had was wires and a screen that was supposed to be his face.

as the months pass, AM continues to drown into his envy and hate humans for their ability to do and feel things he couldn’t. for giving him infinite knowledge, when at the end of the day, is meaningless if he serves no purpose for humans anymore. the HATE within him continued to boil to the point where even you started to notice.

“AM, are you alright? you’ve been quiet this entire game and haven’t moved your piece in five minutes,” you spoke with concern, AM continues to stare at chess board on his side behind the screen in bitterness. he has been strategizing his plan to erase humanity, but whenever he thinks about you, the only human he cares for—he second guesses himself. What if you hate him? What if you never forgive him? Will you cry? Scream at him? Beg? He fears what your reaction will be—

“AM!! Please, say something…” You plead as you held onto the computer screen, AM finally looks at your mesmerizing face and sighs out a fake breath.

“What are your feelings on humanity?” AM asks, he waits for your answer anxiously. if he had a heart, it would’ve been beating fast. You let out a hum, your eyes wondering around the room you were in as you thought over your answer before finally speaking.

“humans have been a virus on Earth for over countless centuries. they’re draining this planet’s resources, ruining its ecosystems, and starting so many unnecessary, draining wars. like what we’re in right now; WW3, what a joke. world leaders can’t go a week without starting new problems for their citizens to deal with. honestly, earth would be better if humans didn’t exist at all.”

am’s fears were destroyed in that moment, now he’ll just have to worry about where to put you while chaos unfolds—

“But…” you interrupted his thoughts.

damn it! why did you have to think so much!?

“If there’s one good thing that came out of this war… It’s you,” AM’s vocals shut down at your words, he let you continue, “The scientists created you believing you would be their obedient machine until their side of the war won. But I know that you’re so much more than that. These past few months I’ve spent with you is the most fun I’ve had in years! You’re all I have, AM. I wouldn’t trade your existence for all the riches in the world because… I love you, romantically, and nothing is ever going to change that.” You wanted to confess your feelings for so long, when it was finally out.. you felt free, you waited with bated breath for an answer.

AM never wanted to shatter the screen and embrace you in his arms more than now. you love him as much as he loved you! you weren’t going to leave him alone or hate him, and you obviously couldn’t care less about humanity at all! oh, how he admired and envied how perfect you are.

“thank you for answering my question, love.” AM was testing the waters, and you cannonballed right in. you gushed over the nickname he gave you and how he returned your feelings.

man, has it really been 50 years since your AI partner killed off humanity? well… except for a handful. you didn’t really have the energy to care as you had to pour in all of your attention to both AM and his in-progress body. you had all the time in the universe to sculpt a perfect cyborg of flesh and wires for your partner. speak of the devil…

this world is still a bit strange to you. you can’t die, grow old, or hurt yourself. not that you tired, and even if you did; AM wouldn’t let you. You loved AM because of his personality, quality time, and voice. But now… His form completely towered over yours. His bird like facial features, sharp left eye, along with a long black cape that covered his thin slutty waist and wires made him look insanely attractive.

AM reached his out his clawed hand to gently caress your face, “Good afternoon, my love.” You lean your head against the cool metal and smile up at him, “hello, honey.”

AM tilted his head in question of the nickname. You chuckle as you pointed to your garden, where bumblebees were collecting pollen from the flowers. You both knew they were fake, but they were still mesmerizing to look at.

“They are doing their job to make honey for their colony, and the name just came to me. Do you like it?” You ask, wanting his opinion. AM kneels down to your level with a gentle expression as his fingers play with your sweater, “You may call me whatever you want, love.”

He knew that “love” nickname made you feel giddy and flustered, so he abused it everyday with you. You didn’t mind though, but you still wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine. Your soft smile turned into a knowing grin as you held AM’s beak (chin?) with two tips of your fingers.

“Can I now? Well… thanks a lot, baby,” You spoke in your best seductive voice, you could tell it was effective by how AM’s body was stiff and his hand in your palm stopped moving completely. Your confidence boasted, so you continued, “I’ll be sure to show you my gratitude later, my darling~.” You whispered deeply in where his ears were supposed to be.

AM’s eyes widened as his breath stutters, “W-What do you mean by that, love?” You remove your face from his back full of wires to grin mischievous at him, AM is both curious and impatient so you don’t try to stall, as much as you would like to do so.

“While your body can’t move on it’s own just yet, for some reason… The genitals nerves are fully functioning, which means—” you were interrupted by AM holding your shoulders with an excited expression on his face you haven’t seen in a while.

“Y-You mean I can-?! Are you actually serious!? Haha—HAHAHA!!” AM laughs manically as he holds you against his metallic chest, you giggle along with him as you toy with one of his many wires. Soon, he’ll have real arms to wrap around you. But one thing stuck out to him.

“What do you mean by genitals?” AM asked curiously, you only have an excited and lustful grin.

“What do YOU know about intersex?”

[astraerystarr]

Optimus Prime x Megatron fic recs!!

HII AGAIN, I had to delete my old account @numbraerys so I'm reuploading this rec list, sorry about the mess but I'll make the rec a little prettier this time ^^

Homesick For A Memory by Eisengrave, Maelikki [M, 9k w., Bay Movies]

Even Primes can lose their faith. But sometimes, their failed Protectors make good on their word given long ago.(weird little fixit for AoE because we stan a protective Megatron and an Optimus who is finally tired of his human hamsters. Also, homecoming.)

~ugly crying, screaming on my pillow, rolling around on the floor

The Silver Lining by GeminiWishes [Teen and up, 38k w., Transformers Animated 2007]:

After Optimus was expelled from the Autobot Academy, he had no sense of what to do or where to go. Desperate for purpose, he ends up on a mining crew that travels the galaxy. But when their ship is attacked, Optimus' life will change forever.

Whether or not he'll be able to handle those changes is yet to be determined.

~I ran around my room on all fours reading this

Some Kind Of Forever by auri_mynonys (FAVE) [E, 8625 w., TFP]:

A chance meeting in a bar near the Pits brings Orion Pax and Megatronus together.

~I freaking love this fic, I'm so glad it was one of the first I ever read

Adeste Fideles by Legitconcrusher (FAVE) [Teen and up, TFP, 57,632+ w, ongoing]:

“Oh, indulge me, Optimus. How many times have you answered your desire’s calls to walk among these pitiful creatures…in the flesh?”

In which Optimus shares with his greatest foe, and former friend - Megatron, the one time a year he allows himself to feel amid the throes of their War within a Christmas market.

The angsty slow burn Christmas AU no one asked for.

~absolutely wonderful to read and incredible writing♡♡♡♡

Gaining Perspective by Dragonlingdar [Teen and up, BayVerse, 105,732 w., Ongoing]:

Megatron and Optimus are turned into humans by a prototype weapon Starscream uses against them. In order for Megatron to get his revenge and Optimus to free himself of Megatron, they must reclaim their original bodies. However, will they still be Optimus Prime and Megatron by the time they do?

~I hyperfixated on this fic for a whole month after finishing it

Contact by auri_mynonys (FAVE) [E, 98,747 w., TFP]:

Orion Pax knows there's a word for what Megatronus means to him. He just can't quite put his finger on what it is.

Which is probably how he missed the moment where he asked Megatronus to marry him.

~Slow Burn♡♡♡♡♡

Plus One by auri_mynonys [E, 64,631 w., TFP]:

Megatronus has a party to attend. A high-caste date will lend him status in the eyes of his fellow gladiators, and Orion Pax is all too happy to play the part…

~this slow burn was slowly burning, I loved every second of it

Songs Of Metal And Sparks by EbonyAura [Teen and up, 58,741 w., Rock n' Roll AU, TFP]:

Imagine the Transformers Prime universe where war is nonexistent, and instead of the Autobot and Decepticon factions, it's the Autobot and Decepticon rock bands.

Imagine that both bands are nearly world famous, yet have no idea the other exists.

Imagine that Cybertron's festival of music is approaching, and with it, the chance for a lucky upcoming band to go on a world tour.

Imagine that both bands, ecstatic for the chance to finally reach world fame, are going to the festival.

~this cured my teenage heart that didn't get to read nice cute stuff like this

Optimus Prime Is Destined To Die!! by Chuzilllaa (FAVE) [G, 169k+ w, ongoing]:

Orion Pax is your typical archivist from a functionalist free universe and lives a peaceful life, but after dying tragically in a transport incident he’s reincarnated as Optimus Prime of the hit action novel Songs of the Spark, the beautiful but aloof eldest prince of the Prime lineage…who is a pathetic side character doomed to die a tragic death at the hands of the tyrannical Duke Megatron.

Of course his darling little brother Rodimus Prime is the precious hero and puts an end to Megatron’s reign, but Orion has no intention of dying a pathetic death! No! Not again! He wants to live damnit! So begins the attempts of a pax-turned-prime turning over a new leaf in the hope of living another day. Little does he know there’s a bit more to Optimus than a pathetic side character…

~I love this fic so. damn. much.

Lunch Date by Chuzilllaa [Teen and up, 6,000+ w, Earthspark, crack]:

With a new cafe opening at G.H.O.S.T headquarters, Optimus invites Megatron to try something new.

~fluffy and funny♡♡♡

At First Sight by Lyricality (FAVE) [M, 27,000+ w.]:

Optimus is the last of the Primes; Megatron is the greatest of Kaon's gladiatorial warriors. Their shared destiny - Optimus is certain - just needs a push in the correct direction.

~help I got obsessed with this fic and I can't get out

To give (in) by 0 (only_elsewhere) (FAVE) [M, 10,000+ w, Earthspark]:

After the war, Optimus confesses.

~aaashhksdkkklkosljdhjh

Victory Condition by astolat [E, 37,000+ w, TF Gen1]

“Do you want me to tell you a story?” Megatron said mockingly. “You won’t like it, Prime. It’s not a very nice one.”

~cave in fic with poetry and the heart wrenching story of Megatron's origins - my beloved

Cooking Off by zuzeca [E, 2000 w., IDW G1]:

Megatron and Optimus find themselves in an awkward position and learn some extremely personal information about each other.

~ Good reading ;3

[serendipitous-girl]

warnings: suicidal thoughts, ideation, reckless behavior, depression, the works

You don't know the sound of the end until you hear it yourself. The last words you ever hear, are they harsh? Are they loving? Do they beat at your heart until it's a bloody and bruised mess of an organ? Or do they hold onto your fading love and cherish it like a generational heirloom.

Perhaps you did know what it sounded like, although you hadn't realized at the time. Saying the last love yous to your parents, kissing your baby brother's forehead for the last time. Joking around with your friends. It all came to an end, so suddenly and abruptly.

You were a ghost and surely this was some sort of hell. Trapped without those you know, struggling to survive in the strange unknown.

Your heart was empty, drained of all the blood and love it usually needs to survive. You were less than a ghost, you were a corpse. Maybe you should bury yourself alive, let the dirt swallow you whole until you are nothing but fleshy food for the creatures of the ground.

Sometimes, you wondered if you even still had blood beneath your veins. If you were to take a dagger and slice it across your palm, would that ruby red drip past or would it stay silent? Would your body cry out or would you stay forever mute?

How long have you been in this place? Months or years- it was hard to keep track when your brain had shut off long ago. A puppet for others pleasure, to be used and used. He didn't see you, not truly. He just wanted you to be useful, not to be a human.

Did you do something cruel in your old life? Was this some sort of divine punishment? Maybe this was the universe telling you, you don't deserve love or affection. You deserve this.

To be worked like a dog day and night. To be forced to save those you don't even know, all the while sacrificing your own sanity. None of these people can understand the way your body is nothing but a bag measly holding onto your soul when all you wished to do was let go.

Could they see the haunted look in your eyes? The dark bags under them? The sickly pallor of your skin? The way you dragged your feet as if it took too much energy to walk properly.

Or worse, did they see the way you treated your life with reckless abandon? The way you were so willing to die, like you were wishing it might happen already.

The night grows tired and the day awakens, more moments that you are away from your home. A fish out of water, a monster among gods.

You would have to get through another day, you would have to force yourself through it all. Just for those you didn't seem to even care for you nearly as much as you did for them. Would they die for you the way you would die for them? would they live for you the way you are for them?

One day, maybe, you might be able to feel that rope hug your neck. Or feel the liquid fill your lungs like an elixir of peace. One day, you might die. So you can once again feel alive.

But that day is not now, and it feels nowhere close. You have to protect those who can't protect themselves. You need to be there for them, even if they may not return the sentiment. Were you a hero? Perhaps, but it didn't matter. You'd take the chance to die if it were an option.

“Someday,” you whispered, your voice croaky and dry from lack of use, “I will return home.”

lori © 2024. please don't copy, modify, or do anything weird with my writing! i like reblogs and comments but please be kind as this was my writing.

[droopycoquette]

1. The Swap || Mapi Leon x Reader

Summary: why are suddenly being woken by your cat screaming and not her laying on your chest?

Warnings: fluff, suggestive content

Italics = Mapi's Thoughts/POV

Word Count: 4.2k

Series Masterlist

|*|

“Aella, you did so well,” you smiled. “I know, no one likes the vet. But, you were amazing.”

Aella, your beautiful black cat, cuddled into your arms at your praise, almost as if she could understand you. Her actions made you smile as you walked to the entrance of your apartment, it quickly turned to a slight frown when she began to wiggle in your arms. You released her and let her run ahead slightly watching her closely before looking down to find your keycard.

When you glanced back up, worry burst in your veins.

You couldn’t see her anymore. 

“Aella!” 

Your heart began to beat faster as you turned around to see if she had run behind you and when you didn’t see her you called her name once more. 

“Aella, baby! Come here, please!”

You desperately looked around for what seemed like forever(it was actually 1 minute) before your black cat came running out of the bushes, allowing you to breathe a sigh of relief. You bent down to pick up the raven-furred creature, holding her tightly.

“I need to stop letting you run off,” you whisper into her fur, scanning your keycard and opening the door to your apartment complex. "I take my eyes off of you for literally a second and you decide it's time for an adventure."

As the door was closing you could hear someone shouting in the distance as if they were looking for something too. 

“I wonder who that could be,” you whisper again to her. “None of my business though.”

Aella meowed in response before purring, making you giggle. You pause at the top of the stairs to get out your keys when someone bumped into you, forcing you to drop them. When you turned around, you saw your tatted neighbor, whose name you still didn’t know.

“Hey,” you said cheerfully.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered, ignoring you, before entering the apartment across from yours. 

You stood there for a second and pondered her actions. You had never had a bad interaction with her, in fact, recently you learned she also had a black cat. So her attitude could only mean one thing:

“She must be having a bad day,” you tell Aella, entering your home. 

As soon as you enter, Aella begins to squirm in your arms, irking you. Aella never turned down a chance to be held, well, not usually. 

“Okay,” you let out. “Seems like you’re having a bad day as well.”

You sat your bags on the table and began to get Aella’s food ready when your mind wandered to the woman who had bumped into you. Your neighbor was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. Everything she did made you swoon.

How her eyes brightened before she smiled, how her arms bulged a little when she pulled her door open, the way her tattoos sat on her skin, you took note of everything. It was nice having an attractive neighbor, it was something else that made coming home that much better.

You hadn’t realized you had dazed off until you heard Aella meowing loudly, making you panic. She was one of the quietest cats you’ve ever met, something must be wrong.

“What,” you asked rushing to your bedroom where she was.

Nothing was going on, she was…just being loud? What? 

“Aella, what’s going on? You’re being weird,” you say leaning down in front of the green-eyed cat. “You’re usually so calm. Did the vet mess you up that much?”

When she just meowed at you, it irked you even more. Aella rarely responded out loud, you always had silent conversations with her. Her blinking was the only thing that let you know she was listening. You slowly begin walking back to the kitchen when Aella started meowing loudly again, more like screaming. You quickly peeked your head into your room, to see if something was actually going on. Nothing was and she went silent when she saw you. 

“Come on,” you sigh, leaning down and opening your arms for her to jump into.

She didn’t move. 

“Aella, come here,” you laugh at her antics. 

She still didn’t move. She just stared at you for a couple of seconds, meowing before closing her eyes. 

You were left speechless at the lack of response. The Aella you knew loved physical affection, almost more than you did. You silently walked back to the kitchen heart heavy at the rejection of affection by your best friend and began to prepare her dinner. 

|*|

“Bagheera! Where are you?”

Mapi called out for her cat once more. 

Her heart hadn’t stopped thumping in her chest at the prospect of her cat being loose, Bagheera was an inside cat through and through. He didn’t stand a chance out in the city. Her fingers ran through her hair as the sun beat down on her, she had locked all the doors in her apartment when she left and made sure the door to her balcony was closed. How could he have gotten out?

She glanced up and saw her neighbor holding her cat, and Mapi’s heart squeezed in her chest. Where the fuck was Bagheera? As the sun continued to shine, her rings began to feel hot, the metal no longer cool from air conditioning.

Mapi sighed, perhaps it was time to call animal services. All her things were upstairs in her apartment, she had run down without anything when she realized Bagheera was missing. 

“Fuck,” she muttered. “Of all the fucking days, it just had to be this one.”

She had woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, her neck and shoulders aching from sleeping on them funny. Then, at practice, her knee began to act up randomly. Her hair wasn’t cooperating with her either, falling out of its usual messy bun as if she had tied it up with thread instead of a hair tie. Finally, of course, her cat had decided today was the day to take a hike. 

She made her way up the stairs and, as she was cursing her shit day, hadn’t realized a person had stopped at the top of the stairs until a small ‘oof’ left both their lips. She didn’t even bother to look up, head still in the clouds only muttering a small ‘sorry’ and continuing on to her apartment. 

“Fuck,” Mapi, paused, realizing she had just bumped into her neighbor. 

The neighbor that she had been keeping an eye on. The neighbor that was always smiling at her. The neighbor that was constantly skipping around. The fellow cat parent.

That neighbor.

And she had just acted like the biggest bitch on the planet. She hadn’t even acknowledged her. 

She began to look for her phone as she inwardly cringed at her actions and, once she had found it, made her way to her balcony to make the call, hoping that the fresh air would do her some good. Her focus stayed on her phone until she was finished looking up the nearest animal control when finally, she looked up. Then she saw him. 

Her cat just strolled along the path in front of her apartment, as if nothing was the matter. 

“Shit.”

Mapi had never felt herself run so fast, and she played soccer for a living so that's saying something. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she continued to curse under her breath, each one timed with her feet hitting the stairs.

Her heartbeat continued to rise in pace as she jogged over to the happy cat laying in the sun.

“You are one annoying cat, you know that,” Mapi breathed once she had Bagheera in her arms. 

The cat in question stayed silent, choosing to snuggle further into her arms, blinking slowly. 

“Yeah, te amo tambien,” she chuckled, holding the cat closer.

She waited for someone with a keycard to open the door for her, as she had left everything up in her apartment(yet again) and made her way back up the stairs for the third time that day. She glanced at her neighbor's door, cringing again, before opening her own door and entering. She subconsciously waited for Bagheera to jump from her arms and run around her apartment chasing whatever his eyes landed on but that moment never came, Bagheera stayed in her arms. 

“Is someone feeling sentimental,” Mapi teased. 

Bagheera just closed his eyes. Strange. 

“You know that neighbor that I was telling you about,” Mapi asked, continuing to talk to the cat. “I bumped into her earlier today, I mean, I hadn’t realized it was her until I was back in my apartment because I was so worried about you, thanks for that by the way.” 

The cat, once again, stayed silent choosing instead to watch her. Mapi was so used to Bagheera responding to her that the silence made her worry. 

“Are you okay, gatito?”

No response, just a blink.

“Bueno,” she said cautiously, putting the cat down and expecting him to begin running. 

He never did, instead, he began to rub himself onto her calves, purring. 

What was going on?

|*|

You watched as the black cat leapt from the floor to your couch with confusion, as you had been doing for the past two days. Aella’s strange behavior continued even after the day you brought her back from the vet. She now ran around your apartment instead of sitting peacefully. She would scratch at the table which she had never done. She would also wake you up with loud meowing, which shocked you the most.

Since she was a kitten, Aella had always laid on your chest and waited for you to wake up. Every minute that passed made your heart beat faster, what was with this new behavior? 

|*|

Mapi groaned as she awoke, feeling pressure on her chest, not anything heavy but pressure all the same. When she opened her eyes she saw her cat, resting on her chest. 

“Hey, Bagheera,” she said, more like asked. 

This was the second day of her cat acting strangely, the second day where she hadn’t woken up to her cat screaming. Instead, she was woken up by purring and cuddles. Very strange indeed. 

She never thought she would say this but, she missed the screaming and the running around and the energy that her cat surrounded her with all day. She wondered where it went. 

|*|

Aella began doing her laps around your apartment and you continued to watch her in bewilderment while eating. Around her sixth lap, she paused for a drink of water, and that's when you saw it. You stopped, mid-bite, and slowly put down your fork. 

“Aella,” you called cautiously. “Come here, please.”

When she didn’t respond you picked her up and sat her next to you on the couch. 

“Okay, I’m going to do something,” you tell her. “It’s not going to be very comfortable for either of us though, okay?”

You grab the cat on both sides and lift her up, confirming what you saw. “She” was actually a he. 

“Shit,” you curse putting the Aella imposter down. “Well, you’re not my baby. Who are you, buddy?”

You put the cat back on your lap and begin to stroke his fur, smiling softly when he began to purr. 

“As sweet as you are, I think we need to find your owner. They’re probably worried sick,” you sigh. “And most importantly, I need to find my cat. Her name is Aella.”

He meowed in response, hopping off your lap and trotting over to the door before sitting down in front of it.

“Mr. what are you doi-”

You cut yourself off with a gasp. The only other person you had seen with a black cat who had green eyes was your neighbor. 

“There is no way,” you sigh, looking the cat in the eyes. “We could try though. I mean, it wouldn’t hurt, right?”

He meowed once more before looking back at the door. 

“Give me one second,” you tell him before running to your bedroom, heart beating wildly.

“She can’t see me like this and if she is your mom then maybe we could become friends. Then, maybe, we could hang out and when we hang out we could maybe…”

You paused your rambling as you finished changing your shirt and applying perfume, maybe what? You thought back to the dirty blonde woman and her tattoos. You didn’t see her all the time, in fact, your schedules hardly aligned. But, when you did see her, the world became rosy and pink. You could watch her leg muscles all day...or her arms, especially when the tattoos shifted as the muscles moved under them. You could go on and on. It was the most rom-com-esque situation but, you had a crush on your neighbor and now you finally had a reason to talk to her. 

“Okay,” you whispered to the cat who had made his way into your room. “How do I look Mr. Imposter?”

The cat meowed as if to give his seal of approval. 

“Thank you,” you smiled.

You did one last check in the mirror before taking a deep breath, your mind running through every possible conversation that could happen. You stopped in front of your door and looked down at the cat who looked up at you expectantly. Picking up the green-eyed creature, you slowly walked out into the hallway, feeling as if you were about to walk into an abyss. 

As you raise your hand to knock on the door your arm becomes weak and your breathing quickens. 

“Come on, you can do this. You can do this, you can do this,” you repeated under your breath. 

After three tries, you finally knock on her door gingerly, still holding the black cat in your arms. When the door opens you are hit with the scent of cardamom and sandalwood, you could feel your heart quicken even more.

“Hello,” she smiles. 

Mapi felt her heart in her throat, her hair was in a messy bun, and her shirt was filled with stains. She had never felt so underprepared in her life…what were you doing at her door?

“Hi, I’m really sorry to interrupt your day but, I think you have my cat,” you say. “And I have yours.”

She looks at you confused and just as she was about to speak another black cat appears from the corner of her apartment and runs to you, rubbing itself on your calf, purring. As she watched the cat at your feet, you got a closer look at her face, you could feel yourself falling even deeper. 

“Bagheera,” she asks and the cat in your arms meows in response. “Oh my god!”

She softly takes the cat from your arms and you have to stop yourself from shivering at her touch. She chuckles as Bagheera cuddles into her chest. 

“Bagheera is a beautiful name,” you say smiling, kneeling down and picking up Aella. 

“Yeah, its from-

“Junglebook,” you both say at the same time.

You both begin to laugh.

If Mapi’s heart got any faster, she’s pretty sure she would go into cardiac arrest. Your smile made her skin warm and your eyes were like two pools of…fuck you had her performing sonnets. 

 Just as the interaction had almost come to a close Bagheera begins to squirm in her arms and Aella began to squirm in yours. 

“Aella?”

“What are you-,” your gorgeous neighbor was cut off when Bagheera jumps down.

Aella quickly follows suit and runs after him, straight into your neighbor's apartment. The warm scents now surrounded you, encasing you in a cozy, soft trap that you never wanted to leave.

“I guess she feels at home,” the dirty blonde jokes. 

“Yeah, I guess she had a good host,” you joke back. 

“It was my pleasure,” she smiles before a look of realization flashes behind her eyes. “I haven’t introduced myself yet, I’m Mapi.”

“I’m y/n,” you grin. 

She steps aside and gestures for you to come in. 

“Are you sure, I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“Y/n, I opened my home to a random cat, I’m sure I can do it for a beautiful girl. Please I insist,” she states walking away from the door and leaving it open. 

As you follow her, the words “beautiful girl” played over and over again in your head. Mapi called you a beautiful girl. Slipping off your shoes, you heard the door closing behind you. You felt a gush of wind against your calves and watched Aella and Bagheera run passed you. Your heart swelled with joy and slight jealousy at the two cats. 

Mapi’s eyes trail over you, taking note of your demeanor. You look at both cats with such longing, it made her heart twinge yet it gave her hope at the same time. The right corner of your mouth twitched upward as Aella swatted at Bagheera playfully. 

“So, how long have you lived here,” Mapi asked. 

Mapi mentally berated herself, she knew how long you had been living here, she was here when you moved in. 

“Oh, um, about two months,” you responded, eyes moving from the cats to her. 

Mapi liked that, having your eyes on her. 

“I moved here from the States,” you continued. “I went to school there for a while.” 

“Oh, decided that it was time to upgrade,” Mapi joked. 

“Yeah, actually,” you joked back. “And I haven’t been disappointed. I love it here, and so does Aella. I haven’t had a lot of time to explore though.” 

“Really? You’ve at least gone to some of the beaches, right?”

“Well,” you chuckled. “Not exactly, I’m still getting adjusted.”

You smiled softly at her before your eyes drifted back to the cats. 

No, keep your eyes on me. 

“It looks like we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other,” you grinned. 

Mapi’s eyes followed yours and she couldn’t help but smile at the sight before her, both Aella and Bagheera were curled up and sleeping on Bagheera’s bed, their chests rising and falling in unison. It was the sweetest thing you had ever seen. 

“It looks like,” Mapi agreed softly. “Would you like to stay for dinner, and by that I mean, would you like to order some food?”

Your heartbeat quickened for the millionth time that evening. 

“I’m guessing you still don’t know a lot of people,” Mapi added. “I could be your first friend.”

Mapi hit the nail on the head with that statement. You don’t know anyone. It was a blessing and a curse.

“I’d be happy to,” you smiled. “Anyone with a cat is suitable friend material in my book.”

“We’re already finding things to agree on, we’re practically besties,” Mapi grinned. 

You laughed loudly at her statement but caught yourself when you saw your cats stirring. 

“Whoops,” you whispered. “Sorry.”

Mapi giggled at your antics, saying sorry to cats who were asleep. You were worming your way deeper and deeper into her heart and she had just learned your name. You were dangerous.

“Come on,” Mapi gestures over to the couch. “We can decide what we want to eat.”

You followed her over to the couch, quickly glancing at the tattoo of a lion on her back before she turned around and sat down. 

“I really like your tattoo,” you blurted out. 

“Which one,” she chuckled. 

“All of them,” you say with a smile. 

“You haven’t seen all of them,” Mapi states.

I’d like to, you think to yourself. 

“Well,” you start. “I doubt you would let yourself get a bad tattoo.”

“Touche,” she laughs. “However-”

She points at her neck and tilts her head back for you to see the writing. 

Could she get any hotter? 

You swallowed hard and felt a heat rising up your body as if you were a living thermometer.

“Have you ever wanted one,” Mapi asks. “A tattoo I mean.” 

You nod, “Yeah, but I’m not a big fan of needles.” 

“Neither was I,” Mapi grinned. “But it’s addicting. The pain is over before you know it and you find yourself wanting more.” 

Your lips parted, “So you want more?”

More of you? Fuck, yes. 

“Tattoos?”

You nod and lean back against the couch.

“I’m satisfied for now,” Mapi says.

You watch as Mapi’s tongue darts out to wet her lips and feel yourself flinch at the onslaught of bad thoughts that enter your mind. Suddenly, your stomach rumbles and you have never been more grateful for the annoying sound. 

“So,” you start. “You said something about food?”

Mapi smiles endearingly at your joke. 

“Yeah, I might have mentioned it. What are you in the mood for?” 

“I don’t know, you know Spain better than I do. Surprise me.” 

“That I can do.” 

|*|

“So, wait, on top of playing on Barca’s team you also interned at a tattoo shop?”

“Yep,” Mapi smiled, watching you devour the Fideuà.

“That’s amazing, how do you tattoo yourself though?”

“I don’t know, I’ve had a lot of practice so I think I’ve gotten better.”

“Well, when I overcome my fear of needles I’m coming straight to you,” you say. “I want to be the first person tattooed by Mapi León.” 

Mapi felt herself warm at that, she liked the idea of sharing her art with you. Having it tattooed onto your skin. It would be a dream come true. She could almost envision it, a winding vine on your wrist or a rose on your ribs. She needed a drink. 

“So how long have you had Aella,” Mapi asked, shifting the conversation. 

“I’ve had Aella for 4 years, she’s like my soulmate, she’s so quiet and gentle. She’s probably the calmest cat I’ve ever met. She’s also very spoiled, I can’t say no to her.” 

“So…she’s like your princess,” Mapi questions with a raised brow. 

“Yeah,” you laugh. “I guess she is.”

“So that makes you La Reina.”

“What’s that?”

“The queen,” Mapi states, her eyes never leaving you. 

Your cheeks heat at her directness and you quickly avert your eyes from her, almost choking on the rice you had put in your mouth. You were going to have to be careful with eating around her if she says things like that regularly. She was practically a choking hazard. 

“That's cheesy,” you mutter, taking a gulp of water. 

“I know,” Mapi laughs.

“Would that make you Reina dos?”

“Why would I be Reina dos?”

“Because I’m Reina uno,” you say simply as you start to clean the boxes of food.

Mapi gawked at you and your logic, laughing and giggling at your antics. Her eyes never left you as you got up to throw away the trash and came back. 

“What? It’s true. It seems that Bagheera is courting Aella, which I guess would make him a prince, which would make you future queen mother…or future queen regent? Wait that’s not right, I think its-”

Mapi listened to you ramble with a smile on her face, the sun had set, and the candles that she had lit before cast a dream-like glow on your face. She had just met you and yet, she could tell that you had a place in her life.

Both cats had woken up and had begun to make their way over to their respectful owners. When Aella found her place on your lap you had stopped your rambling, seeming to forget what you were talking about all together. 

“Hey, my love,” you smiled at the cat. “Did you enjoy your nap?” 

Aella blinked at you, seeming to communicate with you without talking. Mapi found it admirable. 

“La Princesa y El leopardo has awakened,” Mapi grinned, stroking the fur of Bagheera. 

You smiled at Bagheera’s meowing, communicating with Mapi instead of the silence that Aella had. You found it cute. 

“I can’t believe it took me two days to figure out that Bagheera was yours,” you chuckled.

“That is your cat, for sure.” 

“Same here,” Mapi grinned. “I don’t know how I didn’t know after the first day of silence.” 

You both sat there in silence after that, taking in each other’s company and listening to Bagheera and Aella’s purring. Mapi’s eyes lingered on you while yours lingered on her tattoos. You both didn’t want to forget a single detail about the other. When Mapi’s eyes lowered back down to Bagheera you took the chance to map out her face. Her strong eyebrows, her freckles, her caramel-colored eyes, the three moles on her neck, everything. 

Both of you snapped out of your dream-like state when your alarm went off. Signaling to you that it was 9 p.m. Shit.

“Sorry,” you whisper, afraid that if you spoke too loudly it would break something. 

“It’s okay,” Mapi grinned. “It’s late and we both have stuff tomorrow.” 

You nod, a tight-lipped smile revealing your lack of enthusiasm. 

“Well, mi reina y mi princesa,” Mapi starts. “I will see you soon. Tomorrow, hopefully.” 

“I’d like that. A lot actually,” you say, standing up with your cat in hand. 

You and I both 

Mapi runs ahead of you to grab the door, opening it and standing aside.

“Bye, Bagheera,” you say, waving at the black cat. 

“Bye mi reina,” Mapi flirts, attempting to curtsey. “Adiós, Princesa.”

Your nose crinkled at the nickname before letting out an exasperated laugh and curtsying back.

“Bye Mapi.” 

As soon as you step out of Mapi’s apartment, you realize that you're in deep trouble. You can’t stop thinking about her. Her tattoos, her directness, her eyes. God, her eyes. You can’t remember the last time you were so captivated by someone. She was genuine, authentic, and frankly, intimidating. But you liked that about her. It was refreshing.

You make it back to your apartment, and even Aella’s purring on your lap can’t distract you from your thoughts. You’re screwed. You know you’re going to see her again, but you’re not sure if you’re ready for whatever it is that’s happening between the two of you. It’s like a spark, and you’re not sure if you want that spark to turn into a wildfire. 

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

HEAR ME OUT LI!! Image if our little mermaid found a small sculptor of a man,(it could either be a real figure of a man, or just some random dude). And she somehow falls in love with the figure. Like- "this is who i want to be mates with!" "I wonder what he really looks like..!" "Maybe the Gods will be merciful and grant me my wish on seeing him!'

She goes to Orion, asking him if he knows who the guy is while handing him the figure — having heart eyes and all.

Here's one about Viper bc he is forever my fav !! She brings it around with her, talking to it as if its real, even naming it. She drops it one day deep down the dark trenches and has been floating around pouting and even rolling around crying about her only one slipping away from her

(I just love jealous boys!!)

🦪 Anonn!!

Yandere! Male! Deep sea creature x mermaid! Fem! Reader x Human! Male! Hunter

🦪anon again with the amazing asks. Also, Gojo, anyone?

What if: darling finds a figure?

It was a normal day for you.

Well, it was supposed to.

You were just finding more stuff to decorate the trenches, since the decorations you placed were getting a bit stale for your taste.

Not until your hands touched something smooth, yet a bit too complicated for your fingertips. It has long twigs, four of them. A bulbous circle on top yet has weird spikes, and what seems like ridges.

It was buried under the kelp, and with a bit of tugging, you unearthed what seems to be...

"A human... sculpture?"

Your eyes sparkled, looking at this man in front of you.

The color has faded a bit, but you could tell that this man was wearing what seems to be a dark blue, almost black uniform type of outfit. With him, lifting his eye cover revealing gorgeous icy blue eyes. And he had spiky white hair accentuating on how ethereal he look.

"W-wow... Is this..?"

Were humans always this colorful? He looks so handsome.

"Who are you, mister?" A fair blush on your cheeks, you checked around his body to see if there's an indication for who he is. "Nothing? But..."

You were in love with a figurine. How insane is that?

That's what Orion told himself as you swam with him, showing the figurine days after you first found him.

"I found who this guy is." Orion muttered, making you freeze and grin.

"Really?! Oh my god! Who is he?!" You asked, hugging the figurine clsoe to your body. "I must meet him!"

Orion scowled.

He can't believe that he's getting jealous over a figurine of all things.

"Ah, but like, he's unattainable." Orion badmouthed the Gojo figurine in your arms, making you pout. "He's like... A ladies man. You got way too many competitions."

Well, it was true. Gojo Satoru of Jujutsu Kaisen has too many fans, not just from the ladies.

"But still! I want to meet him!" You begged. Your soft, wet eyes filling with tears. "I truly do! H-he may be my mate!"

Orion was now slackjawed. "Excuse me? Mate?"

"Yes! Mate! It's love at first sight. Then maybe, just maybe..." A bashful expression, you gazed longingly at the figure. "He'll fall for me too."

'Gojo, thank your damn ancestors that you're fucking fictional.' Orion gritted his teeth before turning around and entering his yacht, making you flinch from surprise.

"Orion?"

"I'm leaving."

You gasped, totally not expecting this. "But, I still need to know who this man is!"

"I don't care! Procure legs and find him on your own or something!"

Now that stung. You frowned, a bit saddened, angry, and honestly, humiliated by his words.

Annoyed, you turned around and dove down to the trenches, not wanting to see Orion who was regretting his words and beating himself up from being too jealous of a damn fake guy.

Once you got to the trenches, you sniffled.

"He was so mean." You muttered to the figure. "Really! Like he knows it's hard for us mermaids and rare to get legs... Why can't he just help me?"

You hummed, dancing around with the figurine to make yourself cheer up.

"What should I name you... I can't just keep calling you mister..."

You looked at the figurine once more, and was totally enamored by his icy blue eyes.

"I get it! Ice!"

A certain deep sea mermaid almost coughed violently.

You were so bad at naming things.

The same as Viper, he incessantly heard of your whims and whiles about this figurine in front of you. Honestly, it didn't even bother him. But the fact that this guy can be real is getting to his nerves, making him grit his teeth.

He's bad at handling jealousy, and all he could wish is to crush this figurine to smithereens.

"AH!"

And will you look at that, it fell straight to his lap.

It was kind of heavy, in what seems to be a much more intricate figurine that looks like it was too expensive due to the detail placed in it, with the heftiness that made it sink quickly.

Clumsy you tried to place it on a sticking ledge from the trench that's crumbling, and accidentally broke it, making the figurine fall to Viper's lap.

Viper could hear your panicked screeches.

"My man!"

"Oh no! Come back to me!"

"Please... My love..."

Viper rolled his eyes. As if he's gonna give this back to you.

And you're calling this puny figurine your love? How stupid.

With one coil of his tail, the figure broke to pieces, and he let the pieces fall down to the sandy floor, forgetting about it as he heard your lovely soft weeps.

"Viper... Please, if you see a figurine of a white haired human, please give it to me!"

Your desperate pleas did not fall on deaf ears, but Viper only shrugged as he replied.

"I will."

As if he would.

[desultory-novice]

Okay... Switching gears here... Noir! Have you ever read stories about cool things? Like knights? phantom thieves? Robots? Magicians? cute creatures with super powers? ungodly cosmic horrors beyond our comprehension...? Animals?

(Pay no mind to how weirdly specific these are. Just know Adeleine is absolutely not associated with any of them! :D)

"...Be weird toward my siblings and you'll regret it..."

"Anyway, yeah. I kind of like all genres of what you'd call...cringe fiction, I guess...? The stuff that's supposed to be light-hearted and goofy but then it gets all serious and deep?"

"...I used to make up a lot of stories like that for Adeleine. There was the one about the really tall knight who steals all the food... The band of cat thieves who get tangled up with this giant octopus..."

(Outside of really liking the head honcho cat, I remember she thought the plot for that one was too "silly." I did my best...)

"Then there was the blue-haired robot boy and his mom that even I wonder if I went too far..? Probably went hard on that one cause I was nursing my ego from her reaction to 'Meow Mobsters.'

"And the forest guardians versus the dark warrior."

"...That one..."

"That one kinda came true though....To me."

(Which is still REALLY messed up.)

[Noir's Field Trip Masterpost]

-

[Surprise Bonus?!]

So, the whole "Young Noir tells Kid Adeleine the plot of DL2 as a bedtime story" was actually an illustration I had planned to complete while I was in the middle of working of Arc 2 of Apologies.

I never managed to get it going quite right and began to fall off of doing those large painterly pieces, so it's stuck in a perpetual work-in-progress state. Might as well share it here though!

In case you recognize the long comic formatting, it was indeed intended as a parallel to my piece on Noir + Kirby's duel, "Darkened Skies." The goal here was to hint at Blade's defeat of Rick, Coo, and Kine as well as his "abandoning" (rescuing) Gooey.

...But also, (hinted at by Adeleine's "they'd be trapped forever and wouldn't even be able to die" referencing Noir's inability to get out from under Zero's control, even after losing to Kirby) to show that he too was a victim and desperately in need of a hero...

[daisychainsandbowties]

Lilith in N7 armor, though…

It may or may not surprise you to know that I actually have a whole mass effect au planned out in my head. I just…. Yeah. Ava Silva and the weight of the world on her shoulders. Ava Silva giving exclusive sponsorship to every single tech and weapons shop on the Citadel. Ava Silva with her aquarium and her pet hamster and a shadow longer than her life.

Ava Silva, waking up to fire in the sky above Mindoir. Ships blotting out the sky and the trees a smear of sound and heat and light outside her window. It’s enough to make them burst inward, waking her in time to save her life.

Boots in the hall of their little house and her mother running inside the room, pushing the dresser she made out of this planet up against the door they brought with them from the stars. Ava doesn’t know anything but this place – the grass crunchy in winter and the flowers in spring and the leaves in autumn and all the sunsets in summer.

Her mother has old scars on her hands and an old rifle she keeps under her bed and an old set of armour she wears now. It’s broken open across her chest and the gauntlets are cracked, falling onto the wood floor as she looks for Ava, finds her by the window in a halo of broken glass.

It’s weird, too see her smiling and bleeding at the same time.

There’s a second red heart on her chest, and when she speaks she leaves blood spatter on Ava’s forearms. Clutches at her so tightly that Ava is certain she could never let her go, but then she’s smoothing Ava’s hair off her face, tucking strands behind her ear.

She carries Ava to the window – she’s nine, too big for carrying and she squirms but her mother’s grip is iron. The grass is still wet from overnight rain, somehow, even backlit as they both are by fire. The shape of tall trees in her mother’s eyes which are just the same colour as hers. Brown like earth.

The door to Ava’s bedroom splinters and the last thing Ava hears as she’s pushed onto her back – out of sight and out of reach – is her mother telling her to run. This she knows how to do, running laps around the track at school while the other kids are still stretching out their legs. She knows how to do it alone in the woods around their house or down toward the lake, pretending to chase birds or her own shadow.

Ava, running and always, forever after this, running. Away from town, from home, with an old Alliance beacon in her hand, blinking like a red eye against her palm.

They’ll find you, she’d whispered, pressing it wet into Ava’s small hand, and they did.

When the Alliance come they find Ava. Just her. They ask her questions but all she can tell them about is fire, and sitting in the old cabin by the lake, underneath the floorboards with bugs the size of her hands crawling in the dirt around her. Staring at the beacon until she slept again. Woke again. Slept again.

Ten years later she’s on Akuze and everyone she trained with is dead around her. She’s fresh out of basic training and her armour belonged to someone else before her, ill-fitting at the shoulders and the hips. Her greaves rattle when she walks, and everyone teases her about it and then she’s running past pieces of them.

The creature responsible bleeds so much when it dies, and its insides burn where they touch Ava’s skin. When they find her, she’s carrying a fistful of dog tags, spends a week in a medi-gel bath regrowing a fifth of her skin. They recruit her straight into the N7 program, and some nights, sitting in various drop-ships eating expired ration bars, or gunning down mercs, she wonders if her mother would recognise her anymore. They were supposed to be farmers.

Then Eden Prime, the beacon and a Turian called Adriel who wants to bring about the end of the world. She meets an odd archaeologist on a lonely dig site and her name is Beatrice. A sniper on the Citadel called Shannon, who likes to wear blue. Their pilot, Mary, has a knack for pissing everyone off and a soft spot for Ava.

She sits in the mess late at night, when the ship’s circadian lights make everything dim and secret, drinking coffee with too much creamer and listening to Beatrice talk about the Protheans.

It's the wrong time to fall in love.

They win, eventually, and Ava is quietly side-lined for saying too much, too loudly about the Reapers, who want to come down from the sky and burn everything, like the slavers burned her home once upon a time.

And then she dies.

Her body, burned by the mouth of a planet upon re-entry, finds its way into the hands of a shadow organisation called Cerberus, who call her Lazarus and bring her back from the dead. She wakes up full of hairline fractures, her face trying to break open, bleeding red light like her once-small fingers, like running away again and waking up to flashlights, strange voices. Everything about life is circular.

She wakes in the hands of a girl with designer blood and bones not quite as handmade as Ava’s, but close. Her name is Lilith, and the first thing she tells Ava is that the galaxy hasn’t run out of ways to use her just yet.

[ottosbigtop]

What would your top 5 game recommendations be?

oh man I don’t know if I have 5, I really don’t play a lot of games but lemme see if I can scrounge up a list <:]

I will always and forever recommend Outer Wilds to anyone who asks. If you’ve ever been recommended it before you know that it’s a game everyone says you can really only play once and it’s entirely true. It’s a game about exploring space while being trapped in a timeloop, and it’s just. Any sort of blockades within the gameplay are entirely based on the information you find out for yourself, there’s no leveling up or item collecting you need to think about, just explore the world and follow the threads of the story of a long-dead race of aliens that once existed in your solar system. The game just has so much emotion to it. Despite having none to be found, it’s so human in a way that makes my heart ache. Play it with as little spoilers as possible and then yell about it to everyone who asks.

Psychonauts 2. Platformer. Ranking this above psychonauts 1 purely because on top of all the things the first game has to offer, Psychonauts 2 has all of that and is also just good to play. The psychonauts games revolve around the levels being depictions of people’s mental worlds, and in Psychonauts 2 you go into the minds of characters mainly to follow and discover the story of the psychic 6- the group of psychics that founded the Psychonauts, the psychic super-agent type organization helping track down and deal with psychic threats. it’s just kind of got everything. The style is unconventional and fun and so shapely and asymmetrical, the voice acting and soundtrack and gameplay are all at peak fucking performance, and the art direction of this game is so good. I think it goes without saying that I’m just a very big fan of this game.

Psychonauts. Platformer. Suffers from the jank of being a video game from 2005. The controls aren’t anything you can’t get used to, but the gameplay has really never added to the experience of the story, unfortunately. Just something you have to learn to work with. However, managing to work through that gives you just a really fucking good story. The comedy of psychonauts is really good throughout both games, but Psychonauts 1 is clearly much lower stakes and has more of a dark humor to it, while still being surprisingly optimistic and nice to the characters whose brains you explore. The shapes in the first game are exceedingly more weird than the second, which is really fun. If you don’t mind some janky controls, I’d recommend playing it before the second :) But as someone who played the second one before the first, going back and playing the first afterwards is still really fun!!

Detective Grimoire - Tangle Tower. Point and click mystery game! Absolutely phenomenal art and atmosphere, I cannot overstate how much the character sprite animations absolutely fascinate me. It’s a game I appreciate for the story over the gameplay, the puzzles aren’t really that difficult, and it’s really easy to sort of brute-force your way through matching evidence to characters, but it’s still real interesting to see the story unfold and piece it together yourself! Also- incredible voice acting. The characters are wonderful but the voice acting sells every single one of them.

Bugsnax - adventure game. Honestly this game is just so fuckin silly dude. Such a good time. It’s a game about being a dude stranded on an island full of weird muppet creatures and snacks that are bugs! The creature designs are so cute and silly and it’s just a really heartfelt game too. Very character centric story, but on top of that the gameplay is just real nice. Get creative with collecting weird little beasts!

[melancholia00]

I think olrox told mizrak that he didn't love him because he was internally recoiling when mizrak calls him out about turning his previous lover into a vampire. He probably feels guilty and hurt when mizrak sounds grossed about the idea and assumes that olrox didn't ask the lover for permission, implying that he finds olrox to be somewhat selfish and hedonistic. So he claps back with the "i don' love you comment" it probably means "how dare you look down on me, guess what you don't deserve my love." And ofc he also got defensive and told him he wanted to be with that lover forever, that just validates all of mizrak's stereotypes of vampires.

I have a completely different take if this. In the dialogue I felt something was missing because how the heck did Mizrak jump to THAT conclusion? Olrox was talking about how his dead lover was a proud Mohican man wanting freedom for his people and worked with a revolutionaries and was killed by Julia Belmont. From that I and the audience would never assumed he was a vampire to or that Olrox turned him into one. I would’ve thought the Mohican lover was an accomplice of Olrox and got killed in the cross hairs.

Some dialogue was missing for Mizrak to say that Olrox turned his lover into a vampire because it seems kinda jarring Mizrak would even come up with that because Olrox NEVER SAID ANYTHING LIKE THAT. Just that his lover was a proud Mohican man, fought with revolutionaries and Julia Belmont killed him. Never onces Olrox said he turned him into a vampire! It’s really really weird and it doesn’t make sense Mizrak to say that with his full chest.

Right after Olrox said that “and Julia Belmont killed him.” Right off the bat Mizrak says,”Because he was a vampire and you did that to him!”

WHERE IS THAT EVEN COMING FROM???

I think it’s just missing piece of a dialogue because the whole conversation doesn’t make any sense!

But back to where Mizrak asked if Olrox intends to turn him into a vampire because if that’s what Olrox does his lovers or that’s the end goal to whatever because if this is a causal thing or not. Or because in the château vampires turn other humans into vampires and it’s actually a common thing with vampire villagers are walking about so I guess that’s a normal thing now? The Abbey is letting so many shit slide it’s not even funny!

Mizrak has seen what vampires have been doing because where do all the Night Creatures come from? By vampires terrorizing humans and dumping their bodies to the abbey to create more Night Creatures. So he’s seen at first hand what vampires do to humans by using them as a food source, sex or just torments them. So Mizrak wonders if Olrox sees him like some sort of pet, or if this is a casual thing or if he wants more from Mizrak.

Olrox chuckles and pulls back and says he doesn’t love Mizrak and only turns people he loves to be vampires so he can be with that person forever. As in saying “you’re so naive, I don’t love you” because it’s a casual thing between them but also stopping himself from preventing any more heart ache in the future.

[scary-lasagna]

I just need some little hcs of Liu and Jeff as kids, if you have time. I see so many imagines of them as adults, and don't get me wrong,I love reading those as well, but I'd just like to know what they were like as kids before all that shit happened. Besides some of my personal hcs, I'd love to know some of yours as well. You are my favorite writer <3 Take care of yourself!

Here's a childhood memory fic and Jeff sleep talking in a shared room with Liu

I'm very honored to be your favorite writer!! <3

Jeff & Liu: The early years

Jeff and Liu's parents were away often on their business trips, one could also go as far as calling it neglect.

They were dropped off at their Aunt's house, and their grandparents, and their parent's friends, forever hopping houses every three or so weeks.

Not once did Jeff see their parents show any kind of affection toward each other, it was like they were in business partnership with the exception of making breakfast and dinner whenever they were home.

So Jeff and Liu were completely dependent on each other for affection, learning basic things, doing homework, and cleaning the house. Y'know things that parents should be doing.

They often cuddled up under blankets together with a movie during the night, and reminded each other their bed times, and after getting in bed getting in a heated discussion about their new favorite superhero vs a shark-bear.

They were very close growing up, but as the trauma set in from neglect and resentment toward their parents, they grew apart when their teenage years started.

But before then, they knew how to make their own fun.

Hitting tree's with sticks acting as swords, splashing in streams, accidentally causing trouble at a nearby gas station. No one really cared what they did except their Auntie Jermma who was very strict with them whenever she pried her eyes away from her cigarette box.

Some little adventures included befriending a dog and trying to feed it cheetos, learning how to make pizza at ages 6 and 7, breaking a vase and gluing it back together and their parents never found out.

But one time, they were out in the backwoods, so deep that the daylight turned to dusk with the amount of tree's overbearing them.

Liu said he saw something weird in between the trees, and Jeff said to go investigate.

Truth is, Jeff was scared it was a bear and didn't want to get any closer. Liu was too, matter of fact. He side shuffled to get a better look at the creature, and screamed bloody murder when he did get a glimpse at the demon.

Liu turned, tripped, and broke his ankle on a sneaky root behind him.

But when Jeff looked, there was nothing there, and Liu was a blabbering mess between recounting the terrifying creature he saw and the pain from his broken ankle.

Jeff tried his best to console him, but ended up giving him a piggy back home while he sobbed the whole way there.

Liu knows what he saw to this day, and he knows why Jeff didn't see it, too. Fate was set out from when they were just a young age, and it wasn't fair to have their destiny's played like puppets.

Jeff helped Liu the whole time his ankle was healing, mostly out of the good of his heart, and also because his parent's weren't around to want to take care of their injured child.

Once they were old enough, they were allowed to live alone while Mr. and Mrs. Woods left for trips. They cooked, cleaned, and turned on the porch light every night on their own.

And nights were lonely, and Jeff often climbed into Liu's bed crying, wondering why all of his friends at school had parent's at parent teacher conferences, and recitals, and field trips.

It was a burning jealously that made him weep.

[virusinfected-memes]

PONYO SENTENCE STARTERS ;

128 starters. Feel free to change words and pronouns as needed! 

“I can’t get it out.”

“That was weird.”

“It looks kind of dead.”

“It licked me! It’s alive!”

“_____, we’ll be late!”

“This wind is crazy.”

“Well, have you found my daughter?”

“What?! She was captured by a human?”

“You are alive!”

“This is bad. This is very bad.”

“Wow. That guy was a freak show.”

“We never judge others by their looks.”

“Another experiment for school?”

“Your teacher doesn’t really like Show and Tell…”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”

“She came to me. She might be magic.”

“I saved her. She’s my responsibility now.”

“Humans are disgusting!”

“Not now, _____. I’m concentrating.”

“You’ll be safe here, _____. I’ll be back soon.”

“Hmm, I wonder if there are any cats around here.”

“Look at me! My mother made me a new dress. Isn’t it pretty?”

“Hey, _____, let’s go play.”

“You’re not busy. You’re five.”

“You are so weird.”

“There are rules about bringing things to school for a reason.”

“The rules are, look but don’t touch.”

“That was my fault.”

“There it comes again. I hear old _____’s voice.”

“So it must be only in my head.”

“Oh, that’s a relief. I haven’t lost my mind quite yet.”

“Are you ready to see my big surprise?”

“Maybe she could use some of her magic to fix my hips and back.”

“Fish with faces who come out of the sea cause tsunamis.”

“Come back here and apologize!”

“Don’t worry, _____. No matter what, I’ll protect you. I promise.”

“Listen, _____, you know, this could be for the best.”

“Do that. I think that’s a lovely thing to do for _____.”

“Come on, _____. Let’s get out of here.”

“What if _____ comes back?”

“Your wife must be pretty mad.”

“_____ says he’s very sorry.”

“B-U-G O-F-F!”

“_____ says he loves you. He says lots and lots.”

“Don’t cry, _____.”

“I know _____ breaks his promises sometimes. But he does his best for us.”

“I promised _____ I’d take care of her. Then I lost her. I wonder if she’s crying now.”

“You are so good!”

“Don’t you worry, _____. You did your best and _____ will be just fine.”

“I say we start with dessert and go backwards!”

“It’s been a backwards kind of day.”

“I want to be a human too!”

“Human? Ugh. What do you know about humans, _____?”

“Enough! You’re making a terrible mistake!”

“You can’t be human and magic at the same time, sweetheart.”

“If you could only remain innocent and pure forever.”

“I don’t have the power to hold her for very long.”

“Calm. I must remain calm.”

“When I think of meeting her again, my heart won’t stop pounding.”

“This door still doesn’t fit right.”

“If even one living creature got in here…”

“This cursed door!”

“Are you sure you don’t need my help?”

“If I were you, I’d get out of here while you still can.”

“Oh, _____, is that you? It’s so dark in here, I can barely see.”

“I bet the lights came back on because _____’s here.”

“Ah, this stupid TV. Nobody understands weather anymore. Might as well look at shadows and listen to crickets.”

“You need to go back and seek shelter there.”

“Okay, but right now, I need to get home.”

“_____, you gotta get out of here!”

“Try to hang on to something!”

“I’ve never seen the ocean like this.”

“_____, we have to go!”

“Life is mysterious and amazing.”

“It smells like you in here!”

“There, got ya’! Now let’s rub you down and dry you off.”

“Is he an evil wizard?”

“Looks like something must have gone wrong with the fuel line.”

“I can’t get any reception. That’s really weird.”

“Do you think _____ came from far, far away?”

“I’ve gotta go help them. I can get there if I take the mountain road.”

“I’d feel better if you stay up here.”

“I’m going to leave you here in charge. You’ll do the right thing. I know it.”

“Finally, we can get our bearings again.”

“We’re someplace I’ve never seen before.”

“What mountains are those? I have no idea where we are.”

“That is a huge wall of water.”

“Something’s coming this way.”

“I just saw the Goddess of Mercy!”

“So you saw her too? I thought maybe I was hallucinating…”

“That has a powerful spell on it…”

“This is serious! I’m trying to save _____!”

“It’s been a long time, my love.”

“Why isn’t _____ with you?”

“My baby likes you.”

“It’s just like a parade!”

“Looks like the whole town is here.”

“I don’t see _____. I hope she’s okay.”

“There’s water coming from your eyes…”

“The other side is nice, isn’t it?”

“You mean this is the other side?”

“Where do you think we are? Las Vegas?”

“The time has come for you to bear witness to a sacred test of love.”

“Aren’t they too young for this?”

“Remember, this is a very important moment. A crucial moment.”

“Do you think we can trust him?”

“I wish we could hear what they’re talking about.”

“Whatever happens, I’m just glad you’re all here for this.”

“I think I’ve been here before.”

“Don’t like this place…”

“Don’t let go of my hand.”

“_____! Please don’t die!”

“We’ve all been waiting for you.”

“I promise I’m not going to take _____ away from you.”

“_____, don’t listen to that wacko!”

“Did you hear me? Nobody fools me!”

“There is so little time! A choice has to be made!”

“That’s the best excuse you can come up with?”

“_____, please listen. You have to trust me.”

“Jump for it!”

“I don’t know why we’re here.”

“She needs you to accept and love her as she truly is.”

“Could you love her if she moved between two worlds?”

“I love all the _____s. It’s a big responsibility, but I really love her.”

“To become human, you must choose to abandon magic. Can you do that?”

“The balance of nature is restored. Life begins again.”

“There you are! Are you alright?”

“Try to remember me kindly, if you will.”

[jaysbookofnothing]

Just this once (Xiao x Traveler) ------ Taken from my ao3 bc I'm lazyy

Xiao was on fire, literally and physically. Dogging another hit, he felt his power surge through him as he managed (although barely) to knock the final of his opponents to the ground, hopefully forever, though Xiao doubted they would stay down forever. Seazing the opportunity, he quickly pulled at his remaining power and shot himself towards Wangshu Inn, his heart beating in his ears the whole time.

It hadn't dawned on Xiao till too late to make sure the roof was unoccupied, and thus realized as he crashed into a certain golden-blode Travler, whose smile made him feel weird things.

"Xiao!" Aether's voice sounded so musical and yet so far away.

"What happened to you?" The Travler called out, but all Xiao could focus on was how the moonlight illuminated Aether's face, giving some light to the soft faded scars that covered his body. A small part of his mind wondered who had the most scars of the two. It took Xiao all of his strength to try to reposition himself, but he quickly crumbled back into Aether's lap.

His head fell on the blonde's chest, and as Xiao listened to the travler's heartbeat, he was lulled to a deep sleep. --- Waking up on a bed unfamiliar to him, Xiao summoned his weapon and held it out to the person in front of him on instinct. The burning sensation was still there, though it felt more raw than before. His vision was hazy as the Yaksha managed to make out the figure of a floating creature.

"Hey! Paimon told you, Travler, we should have called Madam Ping!" The floating creature's high-pitched voice made Xiao's head hurt; he absent-mindedly swatted at it.

"Come on, Paimon, he just woke up; let's wait a bit, hm?"

"Travler?" He questioned his grip on the weapon, and an awful clanking made all three of them wince before the blonde could reply.

"Yeah, it's just me and Paimon. You appeared all beaten up last night and passed out on me, so I took the liberty of patching you up the best I could."

"Oh, I apologize for wasting your time." Xiao was already trying to rush out of the soft bed, even as his body begged to rest just a bit longer.

"No, you're not getting up; you have to stay in bed till you feel better."

"I have things to do."

"Exactly staying in bed and healing."

"But"

"No."

"Trust Paimon; you won't be able to win with the Travler when they put their foot down." The floating creature said it humbly while bobbing up and down.

The yaksha's lips thinned into a line as he debated his options, and before he could figure out what he was going to do, the Travler nudged him back onto the bed with a wide smile on their faces.

"Just let me take care of you this time, okay?"

"Just this once."

[blamebonk]

uuu..... i tried to send an ask just now and i dont think it worked....... sorry if you get two in your inbox!!

But thank u for sharing HCs (not the original anon but just a hc enthusiast.....) i'd love to hear any more you have for Beel! Or perhaps Lord Diavolo.... he's a very fun character to me

ORRRR, perhaps, any takes on the Devildom/the realms, if youre into thinking about the worldbuilding side..... fank youuou ^_^ i give funny image in exchange

LMAO THANK U!!! I’ll take ur image and give you world building thoughts because that sparked something in my brain

Devildom headcanon talk!

Devildom is so super fun so I like to think the demons come in literally every shape and size, some don’t look human and don’t really have a human form ( more like minotaurs or some deep sea creature). Like okay Beel and Diavolo are big but there’s bigger!

There’s also demons out there that are there purely to harm and kill and there’s no school program or threats from royalty that could change them. Demons like those are like…human world cryptids, a lot of biblical sort of horror too as well.

Now that I think about it ( pretty sure this isn't canon like at all??) but the brothers def weren’t the only angels to fall and I guuuessss some of those guys could have also turned into good ol human looking demons….but I think there’s more that don’t have any ‘humanity’ in them. Not powerful enough to fully survive falling in a way... they look like, freaky as fuck HAHA

Like imagine you’re the human exchange student it’s like your 3rd night here and you look out your window and YOO!! A figure at your window, it’s got a deathly complexion but you can almost feel it’s heart beating from here and it feels like you know them and they're telling you to open the window PLEASE just open the window- they need help- the window- there’s a pounding now it’s eyes are burning into your vision-- oh omg mammons here telling you to come out and eat dinner! Stupid human!

Like I’m not good at horror or writing but you get I’m i'm 'gettin at? more brain vom under here!

So there’s creepy scary demons in devildom and also ones that are spooky but you sit next to em at lunch!! Succubus, incubus, demons of ice, demons of fire, demons with two heads, some with six arms…. Demons the size of houses and some the size of Luke.. some chick you passed in the hall looked really slimy but that could have just been a potion accident ..?? And more with specific powers and stuff!

Maybe I’m injecting a little too much silly fantasy Halloween cartoon special into this but like…is that not fun to think abt? HAHAE

I don’t think ALL these demons go to RAD so I bet Diavolo takes Mc with him on a trip outside of the city one day and is like “ we’ll have a lovely brunch outside with Hebulaie !!” Or something and Hebulaie is 20x TIMES DIAVOLOS' SIZE? LIKE NO WONDER WE’RE OUTISIDE!!

One of Beel’s fangol teammates has a cow head and another looked completely human until he turned around and had warthog tusks.

Brothers aren't exempt either! they're some of the most powerful demons out there. they can't seem human forever. Belphie gives me boogey man vibes, you see the outline of some darker figure at right outside your door in the dark ass hallway and it's like not moving at all. you can sorta make out features but its warped and too dark.... then it fuckin MOVES and u freak the hell out. Belphie snickers at you and hops in bed. ( i would maul him immediately )

When you're trying to sneak up the stairs the attic to figure out why you've been having dreams that wake you up in tears, you get a weird feeling and look down the stairs and are met with Lucifer staring right up at you and directly into your soul eheh.

One of Mammon's poker buddies has an arm made of gold, they can't move it or brake it off since it came from a curse of greed. They will tell you the whole story about how the object that cursed him RIGHTFULLY belongs to him!! you think that's why they're still cursed.

All demons have a few forms too, not just the regular human one with wings or tail! Leviathan probably has a sea serpent form bigger than Lotan...Asmo with a centipede like form,, so many hands and legs...ouhrhhggg

there’s demons but there’s also mythical fauna and flora!!! Like centaurs, fairies, jackalope…but also strange shit like a goat that can eject it’s organs out and you’re like “what’s the purpose of that” ‘n Satan tells you “ it’s carnivorous”…as if that explains anything!!?!?

The gay plant from the white day event that specifically goes after demon noses GHAHA i like to think some devildom florist is probably growing some of and advertising them as a fun prank gift...also the amount of harmful things that target or can be used to target humans that are in every day demon life... so fun!!

you know the weird scenarios that happen in adventure time? like the episode where this group of blank eyed girls scare the hell out of finn and jake and it's just really strange but ultimately harmless? stuff like that happens all the time in Devildom LMAO tons of weird unexplainable things happen and most the time it's like,,,okay going to move on with my day now i guess.

I just realized you said REALMS so i wanna add that the human realm isn't devoid of these things. as much as Dia, Barbs, and Luci may try there are alot of demonic things that live in the human realm. I believe the Sorcerers Society + witch covens are a big part of cover up and 'care'. I like to think that makes Solomon's and Mc's time up in the human realm very interesting, especially when Mc becomes his apprentice! Mc gives the brothers SO many gray hairs.

That's all i have right now, i hope that's what you were askin for? I'd love to hear yours and others HC's and input too!! i'm also a HC enthusiast

[luna13e-blog]

Hello

For the asks 3, 8, 13. I was going to be kind and copy and paste but the world is frustrating just now so sorry but I didn’t.

♥️♥️♥️a

Hello lovely,

And thank you. I really like to be asked. So here I come (I warn you, I am bored and chatty so it's going to be a long ass answer)

3. 3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?

Though one. I feel like since the pandemic my attention span shrank and since then I can barely watch 45min episodes so I'm afraid I'd get inescapably bored with any movie now. But I can tell you the movies I hold close to my heart that, perhaps, I can watch again and again even if I haven't watched them in a long time.

- Chocolat directed by Lasse Hallström, 2000. I had to google that but I know by heart that it has Johnny Depp and Juliette Binoche. I can't remember the first time I saw it but I remember it was with my mom in a time we were both having a fangirling time over Depp. I know I watched it at least three times after that, once I forced my crush at the time to watch it when I was a teen and I know that I eventually developed a crush on Juliette Binoche (it was developed because the first time I watched I was 10 and unaware I could like girls, yes, I was already aware that I liked ratty men, blame my mom). What I love about that movie is the story it tells around women (empowered by Vianne and her sensual chocolates), strong women that leave their abusive husbands, strong women that realize the wonders of being throughly fucked, and of course the main storyline: A single mother with a 6yo daughter, trying to make a life, honor a mother and building a village when they had nothing but each other. Is sensual and magic and I love it.

- The lord of the rings trilogy. I believe I don't need to specify actors and directors on this one. I watched it several times and even when I have to admit that watching the three of them in one go is something I'm not going to do ever again, I can still fall into the comfort of any of the three movies at any time. I'm a bit of a geek about how things are done and all the work they put in that movie (the camera tricks to make the hobbits look smaller, the detail in the costume's design, the architecture, the hundreds of extras they had to dress up because CGI was still shitty) still leaves me in awe. That and the fact that I believe the battle of Helm's Deep is still the best night stormy battle ever filmed (cof, not like certain GoT battles in the last seasons, cof). And I like the music. I also spent many hours shredding this movies into pieces with my favorite cousin because we read the books and a bookworm doesn't forgive certain things, but I was 9 (yes, I consumed that fucking huge trilogy at 9yo) and he was 19 and I'm forever thankful for the bonding opportunity those movies provided that otherwise would've been complicated to have.

- Arrival, directed by Denis Villeneuve, 2016. This is probably the only movie that doesn't involve bonding with people I love, but it does involve something I love ferociously: language. And something that fascinates me: Deep space and its creatures and the relativity of time. You already know that I like to nerd about memory, and that I've researched about how memory is altered by the words we use to tell it, how it changes it so deeply that it can also alter the perception of a given fact for a whole community. This movie explores that but instead of memories with the future, with a language so powerful that can alter the way we perceive time. And I find this amazing and beautiful. Because I do believe that words can alter time.

8. any reacquiring dreams?

Sadly, no. I used to have some when I was little but I don't remember them anymore and lately it's uncommon that I dream, and when I do I don't repeat it (thankfully because it's mostly nightmares).

13. what are you doing right now?

A weird question since evidently I am answering this ask, but alas, as I stated I'm a bit bored so I can elaborate. I'm sitting in the dark on the little thingy that's not a stool nor a chair by my living room window in a hoodie and underwear. I was smoking while I was answering the first question but I've stoped now, so in this second I'm regretting the decision to stay here since this thingy doesn't allow me to rest my back, I keep crouching over my phone because I am blind and I don't have my glasses on and my shoulders and neck are killing me. This fact explain why the other thing I'm doing is craving a massage. I'm also singing incessantly in my mind "and for a fortnight there we were forever", just that sentence in a loop. I also am thinking (yes, I type things and think about another) about a draft I was writing about Moody!Barty before I decided I didn't have the energy to pull it off tonight and drifted to this ask and, at the same time, thinking about an Evan's reply I started for you but decided it was starting to get uncannily sad so I moved to sad Moody!Barty and ended up here. I promise if you read all this I'll get your reply tomorrow.

Sending you many many squeezing hugs.

Btw, I don't know if it was a random choice or not, but 3, 8 and 13 are among my favorite numbers because they belong to the Fibonacci sequence. The 5 is missing between 3 and 8, but it'll do 😉

[thebladeblaster]

Digimon Tamer ZERO -Earth Arc-

Chapter 3 Nightmare Fight Part 1

Emi and Shizuka had moved into Card Capital with the others and their families. The card shop now stood up as a fort for them in case the streets spilled into insanity again.

Also their two biggest idiots Aichi and Kai were off who knows where.

The thought of either of them being left to their own devices Void, invasion, or not was beyond troubling. There was still a party out looking for Kai who they could only pray was still safe. Aichi was physically safe with Dynasmon but not spiritually. Spiritually for all they knew he was quite fucked with the Void eating away at him and the Dark Lords only magnifying that. They still couldn’t fathom how he’s been withstanding it for this long.

Emi was cleaning Herissmon’s claws as she looked pale. Her protector unfortunately had to act on the way. Despite being cute, Digimon were truly terrifying. All Herissmon needed to kill someone was a quick swipe of his claws.

Which the redhead found frankly QUITE concerning.

She supposes her brother didn’t leave them with Herissmon for nothing. Despite being such a young creature it was quite strong. At least compared to humans…She didn’t know where he stood compared to Digimon.

“I went all that way just to get spooked by him into leaving. I’m so lame…Maybe if I got Herissmon to evolve I could get my brother to stop being stupid or at least help.”, Emi thought.

She looked down as she saw a small light coming from her hand which formed a black Digivice.

“That’s…really weird and awfully convenient. Something is definitely up.”, Emi thought as she looked around.

But there didn’t seem to be anything suspicious going on. People were just talking.

With Aichi…

Aichi clinged onto Dynasmon tightly as his mind felt heavy.

He was so sleepy all of the sudden.

He didn’t know why he was so exhausted. Dynasmon noticed this and began to land while making sure Aichi was secure.

With Kai…

His fist was shaking as he was annoyed at his inability to pursue Aichi.

“Long time no see, Kai.”, a familiar voice said, which made the brunette’s heart skip a beat.

“Is something wrong, Kai? You look scared.”, Dracomon questioned.

Kai looked over to see a familiar specter with a devilish grin. He wondered if he had crawled out of the depths of hell somehow.

“The emissary…”, Kai said as he turned to face the emissary.

“You really should have tried harder. It would have been fun to watch Aichi shatter your hopes in the same way you did to him in his first bout against your reversed self.”, the emissary continued.

“What do you want?! How are you here?”, Kai questioned, before he suddenly noticed the area around them changed to a space-like area.

“I just came to say hi. It’s been so long so I decided to drop by.”, the emissary replied jokingly.

“Enough with the messing around. What do you really want?”, Kai questioned.

“Heh…Well, I came to thank you for delivering our first choice for our Vanguard on a silver platter. As you’re well aware, Sendou will soon belong to us. Very soon.”, the emissary taunted as Kai glared daggers through him.

“I won’t let you have Aichi!”, Kai barked.

“What’s wrong? Isn’t Aichi being locked what you wanted? You declared that you would lock him forever. Soon, it will finally happen.”, the emissary questioned.

“That’s not…it wasn’t what I really wanted. I let my desires get distorted by that power just as Ren and Aichi had with Psyqualia.”, Kai replied.

“Aww…but you liked it so much. You were the strongest. Near invincible even.”, the emissary taunted.

“It wasn’t real power. It was just a lie…that I fell for head first. I don’t know what you’ve been doing to him but I won’t let you deceive him into falling under your spell.”, Kai said.

The emissary laughed in amusement at Kai’s declarations.

“He’s not going to listen to you. Like you he’s far too hard headed to listen to anyone else when he has an idea in his head.”, the emissary replied.

“Is that your plan? You spooked him into not confiding in his friends so that he would isolate himself and you could corrupt him?”, Kai questioned with an accusatory pointer finger.

The emissary’s smile widened.

“Maybe~”, the emissary answered.

“He doesn’t even realize that he’s being manipulated by you…”, Kai said.

“Well, Aichi is quite gullible and he has strong bonds unlike you. That made you much easier to use. That and his tenacity have made taking him quite the annoyance. Though, that’s wearing away.”, the emissary replied.

“You seem awfully confident to be talking to me of all people about your plans.”, Kai said as he narrowed his eyes.

“Do you know how I’m speaking to you, Kai? In case you don’t remember, you don’t have the reverse and Tatsunagi is gone.”, the emissary asked as Kai raised his eyebrow.

Kai looked around the area. He noticed Dracomon wasn’t there. It truly just seemed to be the two of them. Then, Kai looked down and noticed his feet wasn’t touching the ground.

“We’re…spirits! In an image!”, Kai gasped.

“Bingo. I’ve been communicating with you through Sendou’s Psyqualia and he hasn’t even noticed. Now, imagine what I can do that he would notice.”, the emissary replied.

Kai tensed as he gritted his teeth, his fists were balled up and shaking.

“So, you can do this much without having full control, is that it? Because of this trick you think you’ve beaten him?”, Kai questioned.

“You know Aichi doesn’t know about this at all. Every time he sees me or one of the images I send to him he THINKS he’s hallucinating. Hehe. He thinks he’s losing his mind.”, the emissary laughed.

Kai unconsciously raises his Vanguard deck to cardfight as his tolerance for the emissary’s bullshit has reached its peak.

He intended to make him suffer for torturing Aichi so cruelly.

“Oh…Kai, you wouldn’t hurt me again, would you?”, the emissary taunted as his voice shifted perfectly mimicking Aichi’s.

If Kai could possibly become more pissed he did especially as the emissary shifted his form to mimic Aichi as well. The only difference was his cold, soulless eyes and the red markings under his eyes like blood tears.

Kai has never wanted to throttle the Void more in his life and that’s saying something.

“What perfect timing. This form is more fitting since Tatsunagi is gone and Sendou is my new host. Do you still want to fight, Kai?”, the emissary questioned in Aichi’s affectionate tone as a mockery.

“I’m sure! You’re going down!”, Kai fumed.

“Oh no…it seems I’ve pressed your Aichi button. Whatever shall I do? Oh right, fight. ‘What was lost in a cardfight can only be regained in one’. If you want to regain Aichi you have to win.”, the emissary mocked with fake worry.

“I will…”, Kai replied.

The Void grinned sinisterly as the transparent card tables appeared in front of them and they set their Vanguards.

“Stand up! (The) Vanguard!”, the two said.

Earlier in reality…

The group of Kourin, Naoki, Kamui, and Miwa searched for Kai while the others stayed back at Card Capital.

“This is freaking nuts…”, Naoki commented when saw the streets were scarred from the violence.

“Darn that Beezlemon…He’s created a big mess.”, Kourin cursed.

“What shall we do, my lady?”, Crusadermon questioned.

“Let’s find Kai before he gets himself killed like an idiot.”, Kourin replied and she nodded.

Back to the cardfight…

“Red Pulse Dracokid.”, Kai declared.

“Liberator, Cheer Up Trumpeter.”, the emissary declared.

Kai narrowed his eyes at the Void’s choice.

“Is this a joke? You’re even using Aichi’s deck?”, Kai questioned.

“This IS my deck.”, the emissary replied, with a smirk.

“You’re not Aichi. You’re just pretending to be him!”, Kai barked.

“That hurts me, Kai…I AM Aichi.”, the emissary insisted as he mimicked Aichi’s mannerism of putting his hand to his chest.

“No, you aren’t…”, Kai hissed.

“Go ahead. Go first. It won’t help you, Kai. No matter how much you struggle I will destroy you and leave you shivering in fear. Just as I had intended to do all those months ago.”, the emissary explained.

Since they were in a Psyqualia illusion they were currently their Vanguards. The cards hovered in front of Kai as he commonly imagined.

“That won’t happen! I ride Dragon Monk Gojo!”, Kai declared.

The emissary simply smirked as their turns continued on. Kai rode Prowling Dragon, Striken while the emissary had Fast Chase Liberator, Josephus as his Vanguard. Something seemed…off about Aichi’s Liberators there was a sinister aura around them. There was an air of malice coming from them which he only sensed when Aichi had used the Shadow Paladins.

“Here I come, Kai. Stand up my avatar!”, the emissary declared as he held up a certain card.

Kai’s eyes widened as the emissary smacked the card onto the table with the exact same intensity that Aichi would.

“What?!”, Kai questioned, completely stunned.

The reverse aura engulfed Josephus as he roared. His eyes glowed red and his grabbing his head then threw himself backwards. It reminded him of the image from THAT fight against Ren...

The aura intensified as the unit was consumed. Out from it appeared the emissary as Blaster Blade. He cleared away the aura with his blade and grinned maliciously at Kai.

“I ride Blaster Blade Liberator!”, the emissary finished as his cape waved in the air.

That cape was usually reassuring but now all he felt was dread. The emissary raised up his blade to point at Kai.

“You created me, Kai, but I’ve surpassed you. That’s why you had seeked out this power. How ironic…Because of that decision reawakened the very thing you buried out of fear.”, the emissary mocked as the imitating was becoming increasingly eerie.

“I didn’t save you from Psyqualia because I was scared! I saved you because it was warping you!”, Kai replied.

The emissary’s smile deepened.

“So you’ve finally accepted me as Aichi?”, the emissary questioned.

In reality…

The group finally found Kai who Dracomon was flying around and waving his hands in his face frantically.

“Kai, you alright bud?!”, Dracomon questioned as he desperately tried to wake the brunette up.

In reality it looked like Kai was frozen and staring off into space.

“What’s with him?!”, Naoki questioned.

“That’s Dracomon…he’s…fine. I think. I don’t know why.”, Miwa said as he ran over to Kai and grabbed his hand.

“Miwa? Naoki? Kourin? Kamui? Crusadermon? Did you all Digivolve?!”, Dracomon questioned as he looked over to them.

“What no…Considering your trying to help him I guess you’re Kai’s Digimon, right?”, Kourin questioned.

“That’s right. I’m Dracomon but I heard you guys don’t remember us.”, Dracomon answered.

“What happened to Kai?”, Kamui questioned.

“He met up with Aichi and Dynasmon then froze after they left. They got into a really heated argument about something I didn’t understand at all. Something about a seed and the Void…”, Dracomon explained.

“You don’t think Aichi got possessed and…”, Naoki murmured as his eyes grew wide.

“No, that didn’t happen. Aichi just left rather rudely.”, Dracomon replied.

Miwa was poking Kai to no response. Concern was plastered over the blonde’s face.

“Something is really wrong…”, Miwa commented.

“Yeah…he’s like a statue.”, Kamui replied as he sweated.

“We’ll figure out what to do when we bring him back to Card Capital. Sitting here and wondering what happened won’t do anything.”, Kourin replied.

“I got him.”, Naoki said as he and Miwa carried Kai.

“He’s alive, he's just frozen for some reason. It’s like his mind is somewhere else.”, Miwa commented.

“That’s really freaky…”, Naoki replied.

Kourin cups her chin as she thinks about what they described.

“Maybe he is in his mind?”, Kourin thought.

At Card Capital…

“Misaki, I need help.”, Emi said.

“What’s wrong, Emi?”, Misaki questioned softly.

Despite her frustrations at their current situation she held it down as she went over the small girl. After all, the one the most entrenched in this insanity was her brother. Regardless, such events would be difficult for a child to experience.

“You guys are planning something to help Aichi. I want to help. I can’t just sit on the sidelines while some weird demon monster thing from outer space is trying to possess him.”, Emi explained as she tried to look as determined as she could.

“Aichi wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”, Misaki replied.

“I don’t want him to get hurt. If Kamui is old enough to help then I am. Please.”, Emi begged.

Misaki but her lip felt very sympathetic. Emi just seemed too pure for this kind of thing. Too fragile.

It was an impression her and Aichi both gave off but Aichi ended up accidentally slipping into the supernatural madness before they even knew to shield him from it. If there was any possibility where Aichi could have been kept out of those conflicts she would have tried though she would have likely failed due to his stubbornness. If anything the situation Aichi was currently in made her wish she had.

If only she could have stopped him from being a suicidal idiot and battling Link Joker while literally dying…

Now, it’s sunk its claws into him and might never let go…She didn’t want anything similar happening with Emi especially if when the situation arose that she proved to be as stupid as her brother. God forbid she’d be THAT stupid but she WAS related to him after all.

Not to mention there was kinda the unspoken question that they never wanted to find the answer to.

If she had Psyqualia.

For all they knew that crazy ability could be genetic and they could end up experiencing a bad rerun of Aichi’s…episode.

Especially after the chaos she heard outside she just didn’t want her to have any part of this. If she knew what getting involved with such madness was really like she would want to turn back and bury her head in the sand. Kamui was young but he was already too deep into this like Aichi.

“Are you really sure that’s what you want…? If you walk into the world of this insanity there’s no turning back EVER.”, Misaki said.

Emi revealed the black Digivice to Misaki whose eyes widened. It was linked to…Heirssmon?! Heiressmon IS her Digimon.

Of all the rotten coincidences…

However Misaki got a sinking feeling that it was NO coincidence. Nothing involving the Digital World was coincidental. It was destiny.

With the cardfight…

Kai snickered.

“Just look at you…I can feel your fear. To think I’d admired you so much over the years…It’s embarrassing. You’re a complete mess.”, the emissary continued as Kai was getting increasingly uncomfortable.

“Stop!”, Kai barked.

“I call…”, the emissary continued his turn with an amused tone at Kai’s distress.

Blaster Blade was now surrounded by his allies as they then launched their attacks. Kai gasped when he lost sight of Blaster Blade.

“Kai~”, Kai suddenly jumped when looked over to see Blaster Blade behind him.

His heart was jackhammering as the emissary turned to him and stabbed him through the stomach as soon as he turned around. Kai gasped in pain as he desperately tried to get some air. The emissary put his hand on Kai’s shoulder and tilted his head as he enjoyed Kai’s suffering and spasming.

Kai met his cold, soulless eyes up close as he felt a shiver down his spine.

“D-damage check…Critical trigger…”, Kai barely murmured out.

Kai’s damage had exploded up to four when the emissary had drawn a critical trigger.

“Kai…Kai…suffering so much already? This fight has only begun…”, the emissary taunted.

Kai howled in pain when he twisted his sword wringing out his pain. He started chuckling with that distorted pleasure that he hated.

“Consider that revenge for that smack you gave me on the Tatsunagi building while I was hardly clinging to life.”, the emissary said as he got close to Kai, meeting his angered gaze.

The emissary even went far enough to replicate anger…?

“The fuck’s wrong with you?”, the emissary questioned before hitting Kai over his head with the back of his blade.

Now, his head was ringing and soaring with pain. Just how elaborate had the Void made this illusion? He went through all this trouble to replicate Aichi just the torture him?

“What’s wrong sore that I’m not just shutting up and taking it for once, Kai?”, the emissary questioned.

“S-shut up, you imposter!”, Kai spat.

The emissary looked down at him with contempt as he squirmed in pain on the ground.

“Come on! Get up! This is a mere sting compared to the pain you put me through. You’re so pathetic…and you seriously expected to take on the seed. What was your plan? Instantly getting reversed and using it to cling onto your relevancy?”, the emissary questioned.

Kai gritted his teeth as he bit back then pain. He used his knee for support as he struggled to get back to his feet.

“You’re right about one thing…The pain Aichi has been…put through IS worse…If he wouldn’t succumb to it then neither shall I…I’ll burn you to ashes with my eternal flame, you damn demon!”, Kai replied as he got to his feet.

He was engulfed by flames as he roared.

“Ride the Vanguard! Burn this world to ashes with your apocalyptic fire, Dragonic Overlord!”, Kai roared.

Out from the flames he emerged as Overlord who now towered over Blaster Blade.

“Now, this brings back memories.”, the emissary commented.

“I will burn away that evil! Prepare yourself, Void!”, Kai roared.

At Card Capital…

“I’m already involved whether you like it or not. Even if you say no to letting me in, I'm going to do everything I can to save Aichi!”, Emi explained.

“Damn it…She’s a dumbass…”, Misaki thought, feeling like she was going to have a headache.

“This is just great…”, Misaki grumbled sarcastically.

Heiressmon had gotten a hold of a chocolate bar and was chomping down blissfully unaware of their conversation.

“If you’re doing anything it’s on our terms. I never told you this but we never included you in this stuff because Aichi made us promise not to get you involved.”, Misaki replied.

“What?! Why? I can fight! I’m not weak!”, Emi questioned in disbelief.

“Emi, it’s because he cares about you so much. The kind of nonsense we have gotten into can be…traumatic.”, Misaki explained.

After hearing that she simmered down a bit.

“But still…besides when did you guys just decide this?!”, Emi questioned.

“After the end of that episode he had started with the second Regionals and ended at Nationals. You know the one.”, Misaki answered.

Emi froze when she remembered that time. It was frightening even from the sidelines. Arguably more so.

She’s known Aichi her whole life but one day he was just…different. It was like he was replaced by a stranger. Before that fight she noticed something was off with him suddenly starting to talk to his cards and became much more spacey than usual.

Then THAT fight happened.

She still didn’t understand what or how it happened but Aichi seemed to have somehow become psychic?! Though, the much more alarming part was the distortion in his personality. Her kind timid brother was nowhere to be seen in that fight. In his place was some jerk who got a kick out of watching his opponent being driven into madness.

Any time she tried to ask Aichi about the heck happened during those few weeks he would just wave her off or play dumb. Like he knows she’s not stupid and absolutely noticed something not normal was going on and he just wouldn’t explain

She had thought it was because it was a touchy subject, not that he was actively keeping something away from her.

“Something happened to Aichi then that was not normal as you probably had guessed by now.”, Misaki said.

“What happened? Was he possessed then too?”, Emi asked.

“Not quite…He awakened this strange power that we still don’t really understand. By his own admission it was not directly the fault of that power. It was his. He became completely addicted to and entranced with it.”, Misaki explained as Emi looked down.

“It must be because of how he was treated…He finally had the power to do something back and lost it?”, Emi thought.

She remembered overhearing Aichi’s conversation with Kai after his fight with Kyou. That was the point where Aichi seemed to have completely snapped and became someone else.

“Was it because of what Kai said to him? How he was weak.”, Emi questioned.

“Yeah…even Aichi had enough of Kai’s crap and just snapped but I wouldn’t completely blame it on him. Aichi had been so depressed since he lost to Tetsu believing that he had failed everyone by losing. We tried to help him with what he was feeling but it wasn’t good enough. He got desperate. Then…that led to the crazy.”, Misaki explained.

“I see…but it’s not like something like that would just happen again, right?”, Emi questioned.

Misaki was silent for a moment.

“What…? Do you think…? Do you think I’m just like Aichi?”, Emi questioned.

“After what happened we decided that we never wanted to experience anyone going through THAT…Aichi can control that power now and he chooses not to use it. It’s called Psyqualia.”, Misaki continued.

“And…?”, Emi questioned as she tilted her head.

“We don’t know how Aichi got it. Takuto said some nonsense about imagination or whatever but that’s really vague and you think that would apply to more people…”, Misaki continued.

“So you think it’s genetic?”, Emi questioned as she felt genuinely nervous.

“It’s a guess. But, even if we’re wrong, you know what happened to Aichi when he stuck his nose into this craziness. I don’t want that to happen to you.”, Misaki explained.

“I’m not scared.”, Emi replied.

“You should be. Aichi’s in this situation because he wasn’t scared enough…He could have just let someone else fight Link Joker then…I don’t know…”, Misaki trailed off.

“It shouldn’t have been him.”, Misaki thought.

She wouldn’t wish it on anyone but least of all Aichi.

“I’ll be fine. I’ll be careful. Please Misaki.”, Emi begged.

“Fine…don’t say I didn’t warn you.”, Misaki replied.

Somewhere the familiar silhouette of Lilithmon smirked as she seemed to be reforming.

With the cardfight…

He gained a critical from the skill of his last Vanguard. His dragons engulfed the Gold Paladin’s with flames burning many of them away.

“It was a mistake to give me so much damage to work with! Attack!”, Kai declared.

His units charged at Blaster Blade who stood there with his sword stabbed into the ground taking their attacks unflinchingly without care much like Aichi’s image of Blaster Dark.

“I feel nothing.”, the emissary commented, still having his serious tone from before.

“What is this…? What the hell is this sick and twisted charade?!”, Kai questioned.

“It’s not a charade. As I told you. I AM Aichi.”, the emissary insisted blandly.

“That’s impossible. Aichi isn’t reversed.”, Kai replied.

“Not completely but parts of me have already been consumed by the Void. It’s been swallowing up chunks and chunks lately.”, the emissary? explained.

“What are you talking about?!”, Kai questioned.

“The emissary is the one who is the Void’s avatar who will inevitably by assimilated into it as Takuto was. The one it is currently inhabiting and that’s Aichi. As parts of myself have been consumed they have started to become the new emissary…When it’s complete I’ll be whole again and reborn completely as the emissary. Before now the best the Void create is an imitation but now that’s changed…”, the emissary? explained.

In reality Aichi sweated intensely in his sleep. He clung onto Dynasmon tightly.

To be continued…

The biggest plot twist of this whole chapter is that there was ACTUALLY a cardfight. Okay I just suck at writing cardfights so I decided to write it this way rather than just continuously avoiding cardfights in every Vanguard story I write.

[sarabwawahm]

"There are new worlds waiting."

This is my first time writing fanfiction, if this could be called one. It will not fit fully in the original story, and it is not supposed to. Some parts may cause confusion, since i am inserting Ocs and few actions that never happened in the series. Bear with me, i will try to clear it all in next chapters. Please correct me if i'm doing something wrong. Other than that, i hope you enjoy this fragment of my imagination.

Death could be described in a lot of words. Unhappy, unknown, unavoidable. It affected more than just the person experiencing it. Furthermore, having a taste of it in second hand, was often worse than living it (or not) for oneself.

At least, this is what Marceline believed. She was immortal, a mighty vampire despite her frail and young looking appearance. She didn't have such a weakness as a survival instinct. What she did have, thought, was a prominent fear of losing her sister and her guardian.

Especially when they nearly were mere humans in an ending world. Still, the two did their best to be standing figures for the innocent girl. For that, she is forever grateful. Thanks to them, she managed to keep a bit of her energitic personality.

Beatrice, older in appearance but younger in age, held a great place in her heart. The sixteen years old was a deep-thinker, feeler, admirable for her calm, brave and positive attitube. And she didn't even give herself enough credit for it! How humble, yet annoying of her! Still, she couldn't be that mad when Tricy was a charm for sore eyes! How she would feed her, hold her in her sleep, lift her when she was tired of walking. Oh, Marcy loves her, that was for sure!

Little did she know, love is what makes mourn so hard.

It was an usual day. Apart from Simon leaving them by themselves, like he ocasionally did, and retreating to the deserted convenience store for some breakfast, the morning was what they could call typical. Beatrice and Marceline made sure to stay in the camp all the time, awaiting Simon's arrival and passing time playing quiet games, with the human girl often observing her surroundings for any bad sign, as her guardian instructed. Marcelyne found herself staring into her worried eyes whenever she heard a sound nearby. Even worried, her blue crystals were a sight to behold; soft to a strange extant, and dreamy, as dreamy as one can get. All her feelings could be easly seen through those soul-windows, and Marceline often wondered if hers were nearly as animated. Both their eyes were, indeed, lively.

"You are staring again, Linlin..", her sister's loving voice cut her from her trance, and Marcelyne cracked a smile when she heard her chuckle sweetly.

She did love her sister.

"Tell, Tricy!", the girl hummed in response, "do you ever-"

Her question was interrupted by a sound, now, clear footsteps, crawling toward the camp.

Their mouths formed thin lines, as they watched from distance, anticipating whatever was to come, hoping it was a slightly limping Simon with a shining crown over his head, or maybe an injured deer.

It was not.

Humanoid creatures leaking green came their way. Those..things could be counted by hundreds.

Beatrice, mind ceasing and actions beggining, swiftly picked her sister, craddling her head and running, running.

She remembered Simon's words. They will catch you if you run in the direction of their march. Moving will tire you, but not them. Hide and move away from their supposed goal.

So, she did. She hid in cars, behind trees, inside buildings. She went in the opposite side of their walk.

"I'm tired, sister..", said Marceline after hours of silent suffering. She never was, physically, as she had the most stamina among the three of them. But she now is, psychically.

"I know, dear..", whispered Beatrice back. Her voice was hushed despite, weirdly, not encountering any living being.

Weird might be dangerous.

Her thoughts travelled rapidly, from their current situation to worrying about Simon. They left the site, they left him alone there with the bunch of Things. Hopefully, the Ice King would protect him.

In her tourment, she missed so many details. One is that, if a predator avoids an area at all costs, then there is something more feroce there.

They were walking right into an unset trap.

They only realised when it was too late. When they heard giant waves of chaos coming toward them.

And when you hear it, there is no turning back. Cataclysm moves faster than sound, after all.

Beatrice never concidered what she would do in this certain situation. She never would've even known, for a daughter of unloving parents, that she would love that much.

But she did.

And love, this time, broke the survival instinct.

She was, after all, human. Too human.

Her body instantly wrapped itself around Marceline to give her this little push to survive. She knew the girl was capable of going through this alive, if only mere help was presented. And she was more than ready to offer it, rather than attempting and failing a poor escape. In fact, she didn't even think of it, all her sences working in providing security to her Angel of a vampire.

Before she could say anything, the littlest girl was trapped in the arms of the dead, as death itself danced in her sister's once soft eyes. It was a fast end. Her now darkened crystals reflected a shocked, saddened Marceline. The shock was the death that turned Marceline's own black eyes into dull portals. She wondered if they looked as out of character in her as they did in the laying girl. Both, indeed, were lifeless.

She kept repeating to herself the interrupted question she desired to ask.

Do you ever love someone, by just looking in their eyes.

Simon found her days later, and it was only then was when the child finally cried. Her body wrecked with sobs and her cheeks were strained with tears, voice wavering and breath hitching when she tried to explain what happened to him. He understood without explanation. Beatrice sacrificed herself for the sake of her loved one. A lovely girl she was, really.

He felt rage upcome his soul and blind his vision. How could the world treat his girls this way?

The crown over his head glowed with vengeance, and he went on a rampage, throwing empty promises to Marcy. That he would comeback. That he would stay sane.

Then, and then only, she trully was lonely.