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vallikesgivinghugs · 1 year ago

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Trigun but make it Steven Universe (kinda?)

Pinned this cause I kept freakin' losing it lmao this is for me X3

Right so I've been thinking about Trigun too damn much, honestly new obsession (thanks AuDHD). But anywhoosies, I was thinking about Trigun and saw a picture of Steven Universe and my brain went place so here's a gaggle of thoughts about what if Trigun was set in the Steven universe setting but also not really because it's still trigun somehow.

Also I have watched Stampede and the 98 version of the anime (+badlans rumble). I have not read the manga, yet. So like don't come for me, I like the new looks in Trigun Stampede.

all the thoughts under read more. It's a lot and it's mostly rambly so please be warned.

Okay so plants are gems. Established in my brain that they are gems. But the plants themselves, since they don't have a 'soul' persay like independents, don't have a corporeal form/humanoid body like the independents. Living in big clusters of living thought that are linked to each other through a telepathic connection through the 'earth'. The independents aren't 'rooted' so they have to be very close by or touch the clusters to actually communicate with the plants. Also only diamonds are considered plants/independents. Independents have this ethereal look to them that distinguish them from ragular gems despite looking much more humanoid than the plants. Every other gem person is simply called a gem. They are a lot less powerful and a lot more humanoid in looks and nature, some even have normal 'human' skin tones.

In this au, the serum people like Livio and Wolfwood are either half-gems who's mothers were forced to birth them or they were created in a lab using shattered/dead gems and attaching them to human children/babies. Even less childhood for them in that second option, maybe i'll decide by the time I get to explaining the character concepts.

Also i'm going be be free as fuck with the rules of off-colour gems and fusions and stuff because i do what I want. Headcannon that all independents are off-colours.

(I wish my art skills were better I'd be drawing a bunch of refs for this, maybe later)

Okay so onto the character ideas. The character appearances are based of Trigun Stamped in my brain but feel free to imagine them however yeah? Not much about the characters themselves more about what i imagine them to look like y'know?

Vash: An off-colour yellow diamond (blue eyes, also when he comes in contact with the plants his marking glow blue too instead of yellow), his diamond form has the spiky broom hair. His gem is on his belly (a la rose quartz/pink diamond). After getting hurt by Nai, his gem cracked making on of his arms unusable, he disguises himself as a yellow topaz which has the floppy spiky hair, compared to a regular yellow topaz however his skin colour is still a tad too yellow to look normal. He wears his shades to hide his eye colour specifically. Also the coat was a gift from Luida and Brad who in this Au, are humans took in the runaway gem after he crash landed on earth.

Nai/Millions Knives: An off colour white diamond (teal/green eyes, also when he comes in contact with the plants his marking glow teall/green too instead of white). Similarly to Vash, his skin is slightly to pale and just white to look natural compared to regular white gem people. He rarely interacts/interacted with people other than Vash, Rem and the plants so it doesn't come up often but when he does interact with other gems like Legato he makes his eyes/hair/head glow (a la white diamond) so you can't really tell he's an off-colour. His gem is situated on his chest, and before you say but Nai should have his gem on his head, when was this man ever logical. Mans is an emotional wreck obsessed with his brother (blue/yellow diamond coded if you ask me). Goes after Vash to earth with Legato, his most loyal subject, and meets Conrad a human scientist who is the reason why Tesla is dead and gone (still) and to make ammends with Nai offers his sciency services to help find Vash.

Tesla: A yellow off-colour diamond (same as Vash, cause y'know they look basically the same), was sent to earth to observe and report information to the plants, long before Vash and Nai were even born. She was either lured or captured by scientist who experiemented on her until she was shattered. The reports stopped and neither Nai or Vash were told about her until they both landed on earth and came to learn of it in their own time. Her gem placement is unknown but I'd like to think it was on her forehead because diamond trifecta having the big three gem placements my beloved.

Rem: A black pearl assigned to care for Vash and Nai, by the plants, after what had happened to Tesla. Her gem was either situated on her nape, the back of her neck, or on her throat. Can't decide. I just know that Nai was the one who shattered her and Vash tried to intervene and that's how he got hurt. Two in one trauma for poor Vash.

Legato: Legato, I just knew I had to make this man a full gem. A lapis that was treated as a no good thing because he looked off-colour until he was saved by a brilliant and 'perfect' white diamond (oh honey). Mans is a Lapis Lazuli that had a gold deposit crossing where he was incubating that not only granted his stronger telekinectic powers but also made him look off-colour because he retained some of that gold in his eyes and on his body. I dunno if I want him to be an off-colour or just a really rare variant of Lapis Lazuli. His gem is situated in the palm of his magic hand he has in the animes. Legato is humanoid looking, moreso than Nai but because he is a blue gem his skin looks like he constantly has a bad case of frostbite and his hair is slightly too blue and perfect to look like it's a dye job.

Wolfwood: A half-gem, half-human. I think what I want to happen here is that his mother, a gem, fled to earth, fell in love with a human, became pregnant, gave her life force to her child and dad decided to put Nico up to a local orphanage where Conrad found him later one when Nai/Vash came/crashed into earth and experimented on Nico (similar to what happened in Trigun Stampede and all that). Nico's mother was an black opal, her gem became his gem, it's situated right above his heart.* He looks overall human but his hair is unaturally glossy/shiny with that opaline shine.

Livio: Similar shtick to Nico but I like to imagine that he did exactly have a dad, his mother fell for a human the human left and she ended up leaving Livio (giving up her life force in the process) at the same orphanage where Nico was. His mother was a yellow topaz (oh shit look at that, Vash being a constant reminder of Livio to Nico in his disguise, you love to see it.) and His gem is located over his eye (you know the one with the mask, the fancy one)* He looks mostly human but his remaining eye matches his gem eye in colour.

Also, humans don't really know what gems are, most humans aren't even aware gems are a thing. Most gems look like strange humans but some of them are luckier than other when it comes to looking human. Their gem colour determines the general base colour of their whole self, Nico's mother looked like a very dark skinned woman with dark glossy hair being a black gem. While Livio's mother looked a little more golden than the average person but still fairly normal being a yellow gem person. Gem people like Legato who have blue, purple or green, colours are usually not as seen in the human skin except for the veins have a harder time blending in with humans. However, even if a gem manages to blend in, it's the gems that give them away. Livio's mother wore her hair in a way that hid her eyes from humans while Nico's always wore clothes that hid her gem.

Miss Melanie didn't quite understand what the boy's were but she made it work. She dressed nico in clothes that would keep his gem hidden and when Livio arrived at her doorstep she fashioned him a small eyepatch to hide his eye. She decided to protect them as best she could despite knowing their were different from the regular child.

*So I put his gem over his heart because yeah it fits but man I was tempted to put it on his nose because it's funny (still might honestly X3) or heck even put in on top of his hand, the one that holds the punisher for the trauma of it all and have Livio also have his gem on top of his hand but on the opposite one. But then I decided against that because Legato has his gem on his hand and even though it'd be a fun 'all gungho guns have their gems on their hands/near their hands' thing I didn't vibe with it as hard.

If Nai and Vash were to fuse it would be a disaster of limbs despite being both diamonds. They're core values and ideals different too much (see malachite from SU). So many eyes, arms and legs a real monster. They'd make like a pale yellow diamond together though.

Nico and Livio fusing would make like a miriam jasper. I think they'd kinda become a almost erfect fusion. Like maybe gain a singular eye or something.

Nico and Vash would probably make a good fusion too, maybe have an extra pair of arms or eyes because they view/react to the world differently but over time they'd kinda lose that extra pair of something because they understand each other too damn well. They'd me like a chocolate diamond or like amber.

And finally if Legato and Nai were to fuse they'd make a moonstone or like an aquamarine. Legato is so damn devoted I think they wouldn't even have an extra anything tbh Xc

Milly, Meryl and Roberto are humans in this Au!

All the gungho guns are half-gems except for Legato cause he's special. I didn't think too much about them yet so like most of them I don't have ideas for but uh, here's some.

Elendira (we're giving her, her trimax form because of course we are, what a queen), would probably be some type of red gem because crimson nail. A garnet or perhaps a ruby maybe?

EG the mine, probably like a green gem (98 anime him had green hair but also green just fits). Maybe not an emerald but like a peridot? or maybe malachite.

Midvalley is definitly a purple gem, it's just his vibe, that suit of his is the 98 anime with the pink and the purplish brown is just *chef's kiss*. Amethyst or Sugilite possibly.

Zazie the beast, dolomite with cinnabar. White gem with red desposits. The stampede white/red hair look has me in it's goddamn clutches okay.

And then finally Dominique the cyclops, i like her she's nifty. A red garnet, a dark one. It looks black like her eyes and hair in the shadow but then in the light it's a bright blood red like her demon eye.

Maybe i'll figure a gem for the others later, we'll see.

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bambi-lesbian-posts · 2 years ago

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I just saw your ask in my ask box, tumblr didn't notify or anything so I didn't see it until now 😭 but here are some questions for you, as promised!

6, 12, 19, 29, 32, and 38

Oh good! I'm glad you got it! I'll try not to stall too much and give you my answers, haha

6. Why did you do that?

Hmm. Good question.. I guess I'll explain why I sent the asks? Or rather, why I was trying so hard to get this game going with everyone who reblogged, and as many mutuals as possible lol. I guess the long and short of it is that I like learning about people, and talking about myself in turn. I also feel like I don't get much interaction, or connection, with people on here as much as I'd like, so I thought I'd actually fight to make that change. It's been a very lovely experience so far, so expect to see me in your inbox again sometime

12. What kind of day is it?

Today is.. a slow, lazy kind of day. It's also a very tired, kind of sad day. I'm not really sure why, maybe it's the weather.

19. Imagine we're at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

Yes, absolutely. In fact, there's a good chance that I'd be begging you to let me paint your nails. It was, and is, one of my favorite passtimes with my sisters and close friends. I spent a lot of time in my youth practicing fancy designs, and watching tutorials. I even learned how to do acrylics, for my older sister. They're definitely not perfect, but they're good enough for her to show off, and me to be proud of. I would LOVE to paint your nails at a sleepover

29. How do you like your shower water?

Hmm. Definitely very warm, with a good amount of pressure. More like a heavy rain, rather than a pressure washer, if that makes sense. But I'm pale and have sensitive nerves in my back so I can't go too hot, either, so it's just enough to make steam really.

32. Do you have a favorite towel?

Yes, definitely. It's an old towel, so it's not the prettiest thing, but it's extra big and just fluffy enough. Its big and teal-colored, but its got a bleach spot or two since its been around for forever. The others don't compare at all

38. A soap bar that smells good?

I actually don't use soap bars, I tend to use shower gel and things of that kind! But I'll try to explain how my favorite one smells. It's called Bourbon, for starters, and its very warm and woody-smelling. Think of sandalwood candles, but maybe a bit.. more heated? It's also a bit cinnamon-y? But not quite. Which probably contributes to that warmth. Actually, as I'm typing this, I think ill get up to go read the description on the bottle.... So, it says White Pepper, Dark Amber, and Kentucky Oak. So yes, very warm and woody and a bit.. dark and spicy as well, I suppose. I love it dearly

#sorry if i sound a bit. wordy.#something about the late hours of the night makes me feel some type of way #like im writing a narrative #anyway.. thanks for the ask!!#ill definitely be dropping into your inbox again with another ask game. or some idle conversation #whos to say for sure #punkrockcheshirecat #bambi lesbian asks #ask game

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piscesparker · 4 years ago

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Betraying the bond

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Part 1

"Rise and shine, your highness!" My maid, Amber, chirped as she drew the curtains open letting the sunlight come in. I groaned and rolled to the other side, shielding my eyes from the bright light and bringing the quilt closer to my chest. I had hoped that since my classes were canceled I might have some more hours to rest but that clearly was not happening. "I hope you're excited for today." She continued. In all honesty I had no intention whatsoever to be part of welcoming the royal family for Redmont, I just wished I could stay up in my room without anyone to disturb me or tell me what lessons I have to attend every hour or so.

"Yeah, a bit." I said, removing the covers off me and slipping out of my comfortable bed.

"I really can't believe that soon the war might come to an end." Amber really was the kind of person that would talk your ears off but I, on the other hand loved listening and talking about everything that does not pertain to me running a country in the future. "And I am so excited for this new chapter in your life!" She exclaimed as I rubbed my eye, finally waking up.

"So how is he?" Her eyes glistened with hope.

"How is who?"

"Your future husband! Who else?"

My future what?

"Amber what are you talking about?" I chuckled nervously, she brought me my breakfast tray along with a newspaper sitting beside my plate of buttered toast and chamomile tea. I look at her excited face skeptically as it took the news paper and saw a collage photo of me and prince Harrison and read the headline which couldn't be missed.

The Kingdoms of Northollow and Redmont will not only be uniting in land, but also will be uniting in the form of marriage for Princess Y/n and Prince Harrison.

My eyes widened with shock. Marriage? How could dad keep this away from me? He knew how much I despised the thought of being married early and yet went on to give my hand in marriage without even asking me? Leaving my breakfast, I stormed to dad's office. At this moment I did not care that I was running around the castle bare foot and in my nightgown, I had to talk to him before he ruins my life. I was too furious to think of knocking, barging in, I slammed the paper on his desk, "Were you going to tell me you were getting me married or did I have to wait till I gave birth to your first grand child?"

He looked at me and then around the room, trying to tell me that he had visitors. "Please excuse us." He said. "Well?" I asked impatiently, hands on my hips.

"Honey I had no choice." His eyes softened, I sat down and sighed, taking in everything. "I did it for the kingdom, and I know I should have asked you but I know you would have said no."

"Of course I would!" I raised my voice and cut him off, banging my fist on the desk.

"Y/n, I know you're upset," I scoffed, upset would be an understatement, "but this is soon going to be your life, you will have to make decisions that you won't favor but it will be in the betterment of your people." He explained. It was true, the role of being a leader is always sacrificing yourself for others; I couldn't argue, as much as I wanted to I couldn't. I knew what dad was saying was right, I've been training for this. Maybe it was the suddenness that enraged me this early in the morning. Most kids get surprise gifts whereas I get surprise a marriage to someone I don't even know.

"Okay," I took a deep breath, "I will agree only on one condition." His eyes lightened up. "Since I don't know him that well, I wish to take my time to get to know him, if he is not a snob then and only then might I agree to this arrangement." Dad took some time to think about it but he agreed.

"Okay, well now I'm going to get dressed now." You gave a tight lipped smile.

"Good, because I don't want to him to see you in your night gown this early on." Dad winked.

"Dad!" I whined and went back to my room to continue my day with dread.

As I entered my room again I saw Amber cleaning up my room, she whipped her head and her eyes met my disappointed ones, "Is everything alright your highness?"

"Well yes and no." She furrowed her brows and turned her attention to me. "Apparently your king was going to get me married, without actually telling me." She let out a soft 'oh', "But don't worry, I handled it." I winked her way plopping on my bed and taking a bite of my toast. "What would you like to wear to day your highness?" Amber brought out two gowns in front of me; a silky navy blue a-line gown and a teal blue knee-length dress. "The teal blue one please."

After getting dressed, Amber helped me with my hair, putting it in a neat bun as the pins poked in my skull and light make up, nothing too heavy. Looking at the clock I saw that I had some time before the guests could arrive so I decided to take a walk with Spencer and try to clear my mind. Walking past the horses in the stable, a particular white one caught my eye and made me grin, opening the door I smile and ruffle his well-kept hair and pulling him out before putting on the reins.

Spencer wasn't only my pet he was also my friend, the only one whom I could talk my heart to and I felt like he actually heard me, it felt nice. "You know Spence, I don't think I'll ever be able to like him. What if he's a snob or worse," I paused and shuddered, "hates horses." He cried, as if he was saying that I wouldn't allow it; I smiled, "You're right, I am overthinking it."

After a refreshing walk with Spencer I entered to the hustling and bustling of servants in the castle. "Oh, there you are!" Mom called out.

"Hey mom."

"I heard what happened." She held my hand and gave a small squeeze reassuring me.

"Did you know?" She stayed silent for longer than I expected and then nodded; I sighed.

"Did everyone beside me know that I was getting married?"

"I really am sorry, the circumstances were such, we couldn't help it." She gave an apologetic smile, and went back to her work of making sure everything was ready for the royal family's arrival. The royal family of Redmont was very special because they were more progressed than us since it was already being ruled by their queen, her majesty Phil. I always admired her integrity and will power to actually rule a kingdom and being beloved by her people; I was more excited to meet her than her son.

My family and I stood at the doors of the castle as the fanfare blew signalling their arrival. The red and gold carriage came to a stop and her majesty made the most grand yet modest entrance, followed by her youngest, Princess Charlotte and then stepped out my nightmare. He wore a white ruffle shirt with a royal blue jacket which had a few army medals pinned to the left with ridiculously tight pants. Why was I looking at his pants? As the walked up the stairs his blonde hair bounced with every step and then his piercing ocean blue eyes met mine as he gave me a smug smile which I already despised.

"Welcome to our humble abode your majesty!" Dad greeted, giving a respected bow which she reciprocated.

"The pleasure is all ours, thank you." She smiled.

"Your majesty." A deep voice caught my attention, Harrison and put forward his hand asking me to do the same. Unwillingly I slipped my hand in his as he placed a soft kiss on my knuckles, eyes meeting once again. "Y/n, would you mind showing Princess Charlotte and Prince Harrison their rooms?" Mom asked and I nodded, "After me your highness." I flashed a small smile.

"How was your journey?" I asked Charlotte, trying to make small talk, climbing up the stairs.

"It would have been better if I wasn't accompanied by my brother dear." She rolled her eyes and looked over her shoulder to the boy following us.

"Trust me siblings are annoying." I scoffed.

"Uh, ladies?" Harrison cleared his throat, "I'm right here." We ignored him and continued to laugh. I lead Charlotte to her room first, "This is your room your highness," I said opening the doors and letting her enter, "and you will have your maid here in case you need anything at all, please do not hesitate."

"Thank you," she smiled, "but please call me Lottie, highness seems to formal, now that we are going to be in-laws soon." She teased as I sent a nervous smile her way. I turned around to show Harrison his room when I crashed into his strong chest, he placed his firm hand on my hips to save me from falling, "Falling so soon for me?" He smirked. "You wish." I cleared my throat and balanced myself. We walked in silence to his room, "Well, this is your room." I licked my lips, "Your butler will be here if you need anything at all."

"Well I did want something." He called out before I left, "Where is your room?"

Excuse me? "Its down the hall, third door," I said hesitantly, "why may I ask?"

"Well my butler can't give me everything I want, I'll see you at dinner." He winked at me and closed the door, leaving me in the hallway absolutely baffled. What did he mean by that? I knew something was wrong about him.

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amane-by-together · 4 years ago

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Blue Hour || Amane Yugi pt. 1/5

(Amane Yugi x Fem!Reader)

genre: romance, drama, and a bit of fantasy

summary: amane was assigned to send letters to [name] from another school for a quarterly pen pal project in their class.

"You and I found in the sky in 5:53"

Amane grabbed a white pen from his black cylindrical pencil case and wrote some finishing touches for his letter on a black sheet of paper. He doodled some stars and constellations around the paper before folding it carefully then placing it inside a navy blue envelope.

He added some photographs of stars and moon stickers inside the galaxy themed parcel that he designed a day ago. Amane smiled proudly to himself after tying the twine around the parcel, he also slides in some post cards inside the twine.

“You sure are taking this pen pal project seriously, Yugi.” Yamabuki looked over to his dark haired friend with his phone on hand. “I barely even put effort on mine.”

“Look at Yashiro's though,” Amane pointed at the cream haired girl with teal tips sitting in front of him. She was putting a lot of designs for her pen pal letter so that her assigned sender would think that she's a creative person that matches their own aesthetic. “Hey, Yashiro-san, who do you think will be your pen pal?”

“I hope my pen pal is a boy,” Yashiro sighed dreamily as Amane deadpanned at her being a simp for hot and tall guys. He used to like her back then until he realized that he wasn't good enough for her. “And while we're sending letters, we'll fall in love—”

“Okay that's enough delusions, Yashiro.” Amane raised his hand up to prevent her from speaking more of her fantasies. “I've heard enough of them.”

“What did you put in your letter?” Yashiro asked.

“Pretty much about myself, I added some stickers and post cards, just incase my future pen pal would like them.” Amane explained while counting his fingers. “Hopefully they would because I made a lot of effort in it.” he said while scratching his cheek.

“I heard that our letters will be sent to another school and students from our grade will be our pen pals.” Akane explained as he went towards Yamabuki. “If Ao-chan gets a pen pal that is a guy, then I guess I have to eliminate the offender—”

“Whoah chill, Aoi.” Yamabuki glanced up to the red head whose expression quickly changed with a scary one. “What's with the bat though—?”

“Sometimes your obsession scares me.” Amane raised a perfect brow at Akane while resting his cheek to the heel of his palm.

“You're the one to talk.” Akane slightly glared at the smaller male. “At least I have a love life.”

“Fair enough.” Amane grumbled under his breath, looking away from the distasteful Akane. “Wait, you two are dating—?”

Amane was interrupted by their homeroom teacher entering the class. “Good morning class, did you have your letters ready?” Sensei asked as he scratched his chin. “To those who didn't know yet, your letters will be delievered to another school. Expect a letter from your new pen pal on the next day or two.”

The dark haired boy feels his eyes slowly drooping, it's always like this, getting sleepy in the middle of class. The cause? Stargazing.

Amane, ever since he was a little boy, he loved the moon and stars. He would open his window at night and look into his telescope to admire the star studded sky. Looks like he stayed up a little too long before dawn, you can't really blame him, who wouldn't like stargazing.

His eyes can't take it anymore, he needed to snooze off, just for a moment to rest. Amane folded his arms on top of his desk and puts his head down to take a nap.

“The other world at 5:53 is beautiful.”

In a dusk turning into dark, there stood a glowing carousel, spinning in a clockwise motion that seemed like it was twisting forever. Amane wandered around the place, wondering why he standing in front of a lonely ride.

He felt his ears ring and the ground slightly shaking. Amane closed his eyes as he felt the wind blowing against him, then everything stopped.

Amane fluttered his eyes open and saw a girl wearing a different school uniform than theirs. She was around Yashiro's height, he estimated, but nonetheless he never seen this girl before.

In a blink of an eye, she disappeared.

Amane raised his head up immediately from the sleep and panted heavily. Beads of sweat came rolling down from his forehead, his chest rises and then it lowers for a second, and he couldn't breathe properly after that. ‘What was that?’ he thought, drawing his hand near his chest to calm his breathing. ‘Who was that?’

He was sure as hell that he was confused, having a dream about a glowing carousel and a girl wearing a school uniform, whom he had never seen before, whatever that dream was about, he felt goosebumps on his skin. Amane fixed himself, he probably looked like he ran in a marathon and never got to drink water after that.

“Amane-kun, why do you keep sleeping in class?” Yashiro asked with a stern tone like she was a mother scolding her son for doing something wrong. “You shouldn’t sleep in classes anymore, okay?” she added while handing him her notebook which contains the notes that she took during the lesson.

Yashiro, as one of Amane's friends, was concerned for the boy. She was worried about him, but that doesn't mean the cream haired girl has feelings for the choppy haired guy. Like she said, she isn’t his type. “I’ll try not to sleep in class...” Amane receives the notebook from his female friend.

“If you sleep again, I won’t lend you my notes anymore.”

“Okay okay, I won’t sleep next time.” Amane assures her in a sweat dropped expression. “But I make no promises though---”

Yashiro snorted. “By the way---” Amane was interrupted by the school bell beckoning them to go eat their lunch. He sighed, he always gets cut off whenever he says something interesting. The teenage boy slumped his shoulders before going to the rooftop to eat his food.

All alone by himself like he usually does.

Amane was puzzled by the dream he had while he was napping during class. A carousel and a girl he had never seen before, perhaps that it was a lost memory of his or he had actually seen this girl but he doesn't remember her.

He'll figure that out on his own.

The next day felt like any other day. Amane groaned loudly, waking up from his slumber (surprisingly he actually slept) and not wanting to get up from the comfortable bed that he was laying down. He buried his face on one of the pillows. ‘I don't want to wake up, I swear to god.’

“Amane, Amane—”

“What?!” Amane shot his head up and shouted fiercely at his younger twin, Tsukasa who was standing on the door with a towel wrapped around his hips.

“Wake up, we have classes!” Tsukasa reminded him. Amane sighed and slammed his face against the pillow, he felt himself close his eyes to sleep again, until Tsukasa grabbed his face and forcefully removed his brother's face from the pillow. “WAKE UP!”

“I'm up, I'm up!” Amane removed Tsukasa's hands from his face and glared at him. “Jeez, you don't have to scream on my face.” he added while getting off the bed towards the bathroom.

Amane looked into the mirror with half lidded eyes while brushing his teeth, his dark choppy hair was disheveled with few strands of hair slightly sticking out, and his long sleeved shirt that two buttons were unbuttoned where a bit of his chest is showing.

After taking a bath, Amane wrapped a towel around his torso while drying his hair with another towel. He grabbed his uniform that was hanging on the wall and wore it in a speed.

Amane notices that Tsukasa left early which is unusual since he usually leaves early leaving his brother behind. He smiled to himself before heading on to school.

When he arrived, he saw that his classmates are crowded over to his very own desk. Amane pushed his way towards them. “What's going on?” he asked.

“Letters from the other school got recently delivered.” Yashiro answered. “Your pen pal letter is here, and I must say they're very creative.”

Amane felt intrigued all of a sudden, he went to his desk to see the pen pal letter for himself and when he did, his jaw dropped.

A navy blue parcel with constellations around the paper. It was tied by a twine and dried flowers. A smile ghosted upon Amane's lips, the pen pal knew his aesthetics and his love for stars.

He gently grabbed the parcel from his desk and examined it. To Amane's surprise, he saw a tag clipped from the twine, he reads.

[name] [surname].

The name of his new pen pal.

Amane unwrapped the parcel, there's an envelope that was sealed with wax. 'Fancy' he thought to himself as he slightly sticks out his bottom lip. Other than that, there are polaroids and moon stickers, but there is one thing that caught his eye.

A thin book.

Amane picked up the book, it was an astronomy journal that [name] made for him. 'This person must have made a lot of effort, I admire that.'

Amane opened the envelope first, inside was a neatly folded letter, he carefully unfolded it using his fingers.

Hi Amane Yugi-san,

I'm [name] [surname], your pen pal for this quarter! Well I made an astronomy journal since I saw your letter talking about yourself, hope you like it though ヾ(〃^∇^)ﾉ

After reading the letter, a smile broke down from Amane’s visuals. His pen pal is revealed to be a girl who is a first year highschool student, like him, studying from Sanaol Academy, which is far from Kamome.

Time flew by like a shooting star in a dark blue sky, Amane went home feeling giddy to write his response to [name]. When he got to his room he immediately grabbed a lot of art materials to work on the letter.

Hello [name]-san,

Thanks for the journal, I love the contents inside of it. Anyways, I hope we'll meet someday and talk about the stars together! I have a playlist where you can listen while stargazing hehe~

Amane smiled to himself, resting his cheek to the heel of his palm while writing his letter to [name]. Maybe this pen pal project isn't going to be bad after all.

Meanwhile in [name]'s side, she was sitting on her swivel chair with a cheeky smile on her face while reading Amane's letter. The strands of her hair are falling to her hair, admiring his words.

“[name], dinner's ready!”

“Coming!” [name] grinned before going downstairs to eat dinner with her family.

“The door of my dreams unreal, you from my memories become real”

@closetweebsmh @closetwaffle

#amane yugi #amane yugi x reader #fluff #hanako x reader #jibaku shounen hanako kun #anime #tbhk #yugi amane x reader #yugi amane #amane #blue hour

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bluezey · 4 years ago

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How Pixar and Soul handled the Great Beyond and the Great Before

There's a bunch of things I may start giving my two cents about in regards to Soul, and I thought I'd start with how they handled the Great Beyond and the Great Before.

Let's start with the Great Before first.

First, I love the look of these ethereal characters, they're so abstract, yet ironically simple, and the animation of them is all around impressive. The deepest thing is how these characters move to show they may exist in between the physical and spiritual world, which is so paper thin therefore they are paper thin. But they also simplify them that they all call themselves Jerry, with exception of Terry, which I think was to both single her out as an important character to the plot, and as part of the character in general, as I think Terry named herself that to be different, and the Jerrys just went with it. I also like how these characters are so ethereal but generic that they can easily slip into anyone's spiritual or religious constructs. Like I can see them being the thin holding patterns between worlds like the movie suggests, but I can also see them as being what angels would look like without going for the usual angel aesthetic.

I also like the world itself. While simpler than Headquarters in Inside Out, it looks amazingly pleasing to visit. And the simplification works as life starts out simple. The complicated parts are the personalities themselves and finding that spark, but they simplify how assigning them works as simple as the Jerrys running the Great Before like a business. Like the emotions in Inside Out, this is their day to day job, and they even have conversations about it like coworkers. They even have instructional videos and mention rebranding like a business, but I also think the rebranding was a cheeky way to tell the audience that the Great Before, and pretty much Soul itself, is Pixar's visual interpretation of how this all works.

As for the souls themselves, I do like the design. They're simple, ethereal, look like they're made of energy, but also look soft. I also like the colors, they seem to have all the colors of the spectrum, but mainly the color teal, which I don't know why but I can see that being a soul color. I also like how the preborn souls are so simplified that they're generic, and so innocent they're basically babies, mainly cause when they're born they are babies. The only preborn soul that doesn't act like a baby is 22, but not only is it so she'll stand out as an important character, but it also kinda makes sense that's she's around so long that she's matured before she's even born. Makes me wonder how mature she would have been as a baby, or if she's going to be simplified again until her simplified body matures.

I'm also going to give an honorable mention to the lost souls. Both frightening and threatening, I do also like how it simplifies the complicated construct of falling into a rut and falling into a depression. In fact, how they show depression in a lost soul is not only really dark, but really accurate. I can see why some reviews of this film warned people who suffer from depression about that scene. And unlike most PG kid films today, I think Soul earned it's PG rating for how dark and intense they played that scene, it really reminds you of the dark moments in 80s kids films, ironically the ones that got to keep their G rating.

The only part I can't explain is why the zone is inside a literal box that even titled "just a box."

Now to the Great Beyond. This is going to be a little shorter cause the Great Beyond wasn't that looked into in the movie, but that's the point. We see the ascension into Great Beyond, and it's a great depiction of how it would look. I also love how it's awe inspiring and breathtaking, while also undefined, not generic, just undefined. But that's why that works, for the same reason why we don't see the other side of the Great Beyond. It's so each and every audience member can easily grasp onto the concept, while also painting it into something that's personal to them. Like, for example, I see this giant void of white light and not only see it as the white light we see when we die, but I can easily see heaven being on the other side. But easily others can see their depiction of heaven, maybe another department where Jerrys are reincarnating some or all the souls, or just the souls ceasing to exist when they hit the white light.

Honorable mention to this moment. First off, cats go to heaven. Second, great exclamation point to top off such a chaotic scene in the film. Third, it's just like Pixar to kill off a character. Okay, the cats still alive later, but that's clearly it's soul ascending, so I'm counting it. Pixar killed a cat, I think.

#pixar soul

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jjmaybanksblog · 4 years ago

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Lost Sweater- Kiara Carrera

Kiara x female reader

Summary: Alternative Universe where when one person loses something, their soulmate receives it.

Word count: 2,028

Warnings: None

B/N: Brother/ boy name

Y/N: Your name

Y/A: Your age

Soulmate. A simple word that brings many thoughts to the brain. Someone who you're supposed to spend the rest of your life with, happily. Someone who will treat you in ways you could only dream of. Many people believe in them, others don't. You grew up a non-believer never understanding why God would make something so amazing, such a difficult task for people. Your friends all around you had begun receiving their lost items, all of them meeting their soulmates, meanwhile you remained confused and alone.

You were a non-believer until one day your missing sweater wound up on your bed with a note attached to it.

"You must have misplaced this, I was confused when I was sleeping and the cotton fell on my face, fun fact I almost suffocated. Anyways, hi. This must belong to my soulmate, damn that's crazy. In my entire life I never believed in this shit, my parents telling me about how they met because my dad found and returned a necklace that meant a lot to my mom. I always thought it was bullshit until recently. Here's your sweater back, I 'lost it' throwing it out my window. I hope to hear from you soon.

Your soulmate"

You read the letter over and over as the thoughts finally sunk in. Maybe you wouldn't be alone after all. Gently biting your bottom lip, you suddenly felt a rush of adrenaline run through your body. You ran out of the room and into your brother's room.

He was sitting down at his desk when you barged in. He turned around towards you, only to be nearly tackled in a hug. "Who are you and what have you done with my sister. You barely hug me." B/N asked as he saw the letter in your hand. "Ohhh shit. You got your soulmate." He mumbled, putting the pieces together.

"I'm not gonna end up alone!" You smiled. Your brother knew of your fear. You had talked to him before, explaining your thought process about this all. You were afraid you would die alone, not knowing what it would be like to love and be loved. You knew it was irrational, but growing up you never pictured someone falling in love with you. You took it to heart so you just shut every romantic aspect out of your life.

Your brother congratulated you before you ran back into your room, writing on a lined piece of paper.

"Dear soulmate,

Wow. Just writing those two words felt foreign. Sorry about my sweater almost killing you, I'm just a clumsy person that loses things a lot, but I'm glad you're okay. I also was a non-believer. I always saw the people around me finding their soulmates and being happy, meanwhile I was in the corner watching all my friends find the one. For the longest time I was convinced that maybe I just wasn't meant to have one, but knowing you're out there makes me feel... safe. Attached to this note is a picture of me, I figured maybe if you're curious enough you would want to know what I look like. My name is Y/N I'm Y/A years old and I can't wait to find out who my soulmate is. Xx

Y/N

You took an image of yourself and stapled it to the back of the letter. Opening your window that led to her backyard, you grabbed a scrunchie and wrapped it around the note. You carelessly threw the note and picture out of the window and watched it effortlessly fly away in the night sky. You fell onto your bed, staring happily at your bedroom ceiling.

Slowly drifting off to sleep, your eyes snapped open when you heard a soft popping sound echoed by your desk. Rubbing your eyes, you stood up and walked over. Another letter was displayed on the wood, you smiled softly as you sat down. Your eyes scanned the letter as you read it out loud.

Y/N,

Wow. Just wow. I can't even think of words to form right now. You're absolutely breathtaking. I'm not gonna lie I wasn't expecting a girl, but God, do I feel blessed knowing that you're my soulmate. Your letter and picture were actually soaking wet. But it smelled like salt water, so I'm guessing you live possibly on a coast. I live in the Outer Banks in North Carolina. When I got your letters it just smelled like home. I wanna go traveling, to you, out of the country, just explore new things. I totally understand how you felt about feeling like you're not gonna find a soulmate. I've watched more than half of my high school senior class find their soulmates during the year. Meanwhile I was acting like everything was completely fine and I wasn't distraught. I should be asleep right now, but I'm dying to talk to you. Get to know you. Later on if you'd like, I would love to call you. To hear your voice and your laugh. I think you should get some rest as well. I have no clue what time it is where you are but I want my love to be well rested. Goodnight Xx

Kiara Carrera

You flipped the paper around to see a beautiful mixed girl with carmel colored skin. Her hair was curly and beautiful, flowing from wind. Your eyes were drawn to her smile, you could tell she was laughing and you wished to be able to hear her laugh.

For days on end you and Kiara had been 'losing things' with letters attached to them. Tonight was the night where Kiara was going to call you. Both of you were on the edge of their seats, your hearts beating rapidly. Kiara's hands shook as she dialed your number, pausing between each number.

After what felt like forever, the phone began to ring. You audibly gasped at the sound of a bell ringing. You hesitantly picked up your cell phone that was placed on the bedside dresser. "H-hello?" You spoke into the phone. Kiara broke out in a grin, "Y/F/N, Y/L/N." Your name rolled off her tongue, goosebumps rising on your arms and back of your neck.

"Kiara Carrera" you spoke back, Kiara internally squeaking at the soft, velvety voice that spoke her name. "My god your voice.. okay I totally don't mean to sound weird but it's just so calming and relaxing. God okay wow hi, I never thought I'd see the day where I'd be on the phone with my soulmate." Kiara spoke as she nervously chewed her bottom lip.

"Honestly, me too. Growing up I always... ugh I don't mean to sound like I was sympathy or attention, I always grew up insecure and pictured myself as someone who could never be loved. And everyday I always saw or heard about people finding their soulmates in different ways. It went on for years and everyday I lost hope, but now I'm here talking to you and I feel nauseous, but in a good nervous way. Does that make sense?" You asked, rapidly shaking your leg.

"No I totally get it, I feel really hot right now mostly because I don't know what to say to you. Like my whole life I've planned on things to say but now that I'm talking to you I have no clue what to say or how to say it."

Kiara threw herself on her bed, her smile never leaving her face as she closed her eyes, listening to your soothing voice. "So, tell me about Kiara, what it's like to live in the Outer Banks?"

4 months later

After months of planning, you had managed to save up enough money for a plane ticket to OBX. You were currently walking off the plane and into the terminal, your heart beating a mile a minute. You stood to the side as you were about to text Kiara, asking where she was.

That was until you locked eyes with the girl you'd recognize from the pictures. Kiara's heart felt like it was about to leap out of her chest as your eyes met. You held your suitcase tightly as you made a run towards your girl.

You released your items mid run as you opened your arms out. With one swift motion Kiara picked you up in her arms, holding you close to her. Your legs wrapped around her waist as you held each other tightly. "You're real." Kiara mumbled into your neck as she held back tears.

You pulled away from the hug, your legs still around her torso. Her fingers brushed their way through your hair, subconsciously leaning into her touch. Kiara pecked your cheek as she placed you down onto your feet. Your hands intertwined as you guys walked to her car, your thumb rubbing over her knuckles.

They spent the car ride debating on which Beyonce song was truly the best. Kiara blasted the music as loud as she could take as she sped down roads to her house.

She drove past the beach, your eyes not leaving the beautiful view in front of you. Your head was turned to the window as colors of the sand and the ocean blurred by. "You want to go?" Kie asked you as she saw you admiring the waves.

You were left speechless, only able to nod your head.

As soon as they got to Kiara's house, her family was waiting at the door to be introduced. You felt an overwhelming amount of support from her family, none of them giving you attitude or being rude. No one was being homophobic, they were so welcoming towards you which made this day even better.

"Let's go get changed. Bathrooms down the hall and to the left." You dragged your suitcase behind you as you entered the bathroom. You quickly changed into a teal bikini, both pieces of fabric covering you properly, throwing on an oversized shirt for comfort. Kiara grabbed 2 towels and waited for you at this point her face ache from smiling but she couldn't stop.

You walked back out, giving your girl a thumbs up. Joining Kie in the car, she set off to the beach which was only 5 minutes away. It was currently 7:42 p.m. and the sun was beginning to set. The sky was painted in a mixture of purples and pinks, splashes of orange thrown into it as well. You laid down the two towels and sat down on one of them, patting the space next to you.

Kie sat down, instinctively wrapping her arm around you. You rested your head on her shoulder, sitting there in a comfortable silence. You were still in awe at the sight, the waves rising and then quickly falling onto the sand. This was everything compared to the beaches in New Jersey. The birds that flew above, diving down at any food they could find. The sounds of the waves crashing relaxed you to another level.

"I can't believe you get to see this everyday." You whispered. "You could get to see it everyday too. Well, one day. Well only if you want of course." Kiara nervously stumbled on her words, not knowing how to recover from that. "I'd love that." You simply said, looking at her. The sunlight reflected perfectly off her skin, giving her a sort of Golden look.

"Kiara?" You questioned, your eyes falling to her lips. "Hmm?" "Can I kiss you?" Kiara was taken back at your question, but immediately answered by moving in toward her. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against yours. You made the final move and pushed slightly so you two were finally kissing. Both of you melted into each other's touch as you smiled into the kiss. You two shared a passionate kiss for a few seconds before pulling away, your noses gently touching. You pressed a kiss to her nose as she shyly bit her bottom lip.

You rested your head back on her shoulder, staring back into the sunset. "I'm really glad I lost that sweater." You admitted.

"I am too."

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alphaofdarkness · 4 years ago

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not me here for the oc ask ! can't wait to answer the ones you asked me, tomorrow i have my exam and then i shall live again haha ! but now i'll ask you 1, 2, 17, 18, 19, 20 and 31 — i know, it is a lot ( you don't have to do them all 💕) , but i really want to know something more about your wonderful babies and Dany ofc ! I missed her sm during this semi-hiatus 🤧💕💕💕 hope you're doing fine, sending you lots of love 💞💕💘

@carmenio Edgy!! 🥺 so happy to hear from you! ✨ I love these kinds of asks, especially on my many, many OC babies! I hope these answers are good and interesting to thee! I’ll present more info on Dany to some way, some how cause I love her 😭💖

I have gone and included the other questions you asked as well! 🤗 Let’s dive in! 😳

1. Gone and Answered Here ! UwU

2. Do you have a personal favorite among your OCs?

Personal favorite is often shown in the one I draw the most lol, which for a long time was Danielle LWW, but just because she was also my wolfsona at the time. After I made my own personal one I think I went onto Sam for a good while, also eventually going to Dany from Bsd!

So a tie between two beautiful girls, Sam is definitely my favorite LWW Oc, she is just precious and the one I hold the most and most always feel terrible and bad when I put her through it TM.

Also Dany is my self insert, U//w//U, she has definitely allowed me to slowly self love and allow me to appreciate myself, especially the parts of me I didn’t think to much about or consider so appealing, I think? She has definitely been changing gradually into more of myself since I first came up with her almost 2 years ago! Watch me slowly knock her down to my height of 4′9″, let her have her 3 inches for another year maybe lol.

My dearest Atsushi agrees lol ✨🐯

17. Any OC OTPs?

👀 lol yesss~ so many and so many crack ships too, which I'll answer next 😂

I’ll just go on and list them off, plenty more of them but~:

DanyJay

SoraYama

LidiaTom

AlikLucy

IsabelleKayla

AlexanderIsabelle

DarkwolfmonJatomon

JatamonRaiwolfmon

EarthamonHounmon

HumaamonWolverimon

And lastly TakaSam is the one I have definitely drawn and thought of the most! They are the top OTP and just best trope of Childhood Friends to Lovers trope, also filling in that trope of Oblivious to both of them but everyone else 🙄. While SoraYama may have been the OG Couple in my story, my love and warmth for TakaSam is unmatched TwT.

It is wild cause I always draw anguish between them as could-have-been-lovers-had-it-not-been-for-death, but recently been drawing them purely happy and content. Total sweethearts, the love everyone wants, excluding possibility of being old friends or not!

18. Any OC crackships?

L o l, I never seem to focus on the main couples because of this specific thing.

I’ll again just go off in list an maybe add a trope or something to get an idea of them:

DanyYama: Rivals, Constantly arguing, and can be petty as heck, but oh the potential and just possibility of opening up after the traumaTM 👀 also the couple that is always in your face about being in a relationship.

DanySora: Sparing partners, the sass and stubbornness, BiPan solidarity 👀

DanyLidia: Pure, wholesome, best friends and so much hugging and lifting from the tol to smol, the nature love vibes

SamJay: Wholesome, soft, healing together from traumaTM, protectiveness, also their Digimon were lovers and married in their previous life, what does that make us? 😳

SamDany: Mostly sibling-like relationship, but damn they have that Sun and Moon tropes?! How can you not possibly ship them!

SamLula: Shy and Confident, Bisexual/Lesbian solidarity 💕✨

JaySora: Opposite of the DanyYama tropes, why are our partners constantly arguing, can they please stop, pure and soft together.

DanyTaka: Digimon Au specifically, Oh you and I are the voice of the revolution? We are rallying up the troops together? Oh boi my Digimon feels love for yours, am I falling for you or are we falling together? Depression buddies but also each others hope and spirit boost ;;w;;

Any of the Warriors with the Sins: A whole lo t of mess, and just not healthy ... but I can already seen fandom people sayin g otherwise~

LustWrath: Spicy, no strings attached kind of deal.

WrathEnvy: ...Oof um, not healthy, kind of manipulative, we are devils there is nothing but toxic vibes.

PrideWrath: Rulers, King and Queen vibes, Yeah we are toxic for each other, f*** off.

19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why)

Definitely Darkwolfmon! I am sure I explained in the first question why, but again I consider her to be that other half of me, the part of me I never discovered or the parts that essentially fill in the gaps within me. She is my precious partner Digimon and has honestly come a long, long way since I first created her. I believe sometime in 2009-2010, so almost 11-12 years since. She was the first ever OC of mine and is one I hold closest too in my heart.

For the longest time, even too now, I have always wanted her to just manifest at my side. Go on this journey of life together. While she might not be physically here like my child-self would want, she is still in my stories, my imagination, my inspirational drive. I think that is definitely more than enough, I don't know where or who I would be without having created her. I probably wouldn’t have a whole tale of OC’s and stories to tell if it wasn't for her.

I am more than grateful and thankful that I am who I am because of this lovely Oc of mine. I can only hope to have her at my side for the rest of my days!

20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)?

Most, if not all, my OC’s can sing! Their voices and tones vary, to which I cannot give a straight answer on how I headcanon most of their voices right now ^^; I will say that Danielle has a British accent to her voice as well as Spanish speak, and Sora has a Russian accent to her voice, so may be just lightly deep, but not to much.

I will definitely go with my Bsd Oc/Self Insert Danielle Mika Mason, however! Because I have gone and done a thing on how she would speak in her Japanese and English Dub! Other than me also being her voice, her Japanese VA would be Yui Ishikawa, same VA of the queen herself, Mikasa 💕 English VA would be Barrett Wilbert Weed, with an English accent, good Veronica from the Heathers! You can have a listen to her here in this post!

Dany is meek when it comes to her singing, she will often be caught humming and softly singing something, but quickly tends to stop around others. She is often back and forth with how she sounds and often shuts down when she hears someone she considers better than her. She just needs some encouragement and a gentle push from someone she really cares about. When she does feel the push and genuineness from someone she will sing her heart out. But of course prefers to sing for only that one special person~ can ya guess~ 🐯

31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really).

Oh boi! I literally have moodboards to add to this! I pick Samantha, or Sam!

She would totes have a Tumblr blog, and Instagram! You always look forward to see what she post and just feel an instant calmness and warmth when you see it! She is always tagging her things appropriately, a soft and warm spring like layout that is shades of yellows, golds, orange, white; an occasional blue and teal as well! She would reblog anything of her aesthetic, golds, yellows, dance and ballet related things (may even post videos or poses of herself in practice and dance related things), cafe shops, sweets and desserts, warm night lights, cats, lots and lots of cats and felines of all shapes and sizes! Her best friend/boyfriend, Takaru always cameos in her stories and posts 💖

She would also reblog or spread awareness of any issues happening in the world, marking them and making her own voice heard as well. In spur moments, you may see her not tag things, but will likely go back to name things accordingly. She would also reblog anything of Bi Pride too!

28. Your most dangerous OC?

Hmmm,,, my most dangerous Oc, I am taking the notion that they are just plain dangerous and likely of evil intent in their actions. Because plenty of my Oc’s on their own are dangerous in their own right, such as the Legendary Wolf Warriors, who have a great power at their paws. They can be destructive in their actions if they lose control or use it for the wrong intentions, which they wouldn't do of their free will.

I will say Danielle and Sam are the strongest of the seven, because of their powers of Darkness and Light, respectively. Their souls created the others, so the other Warrior’s power does not match theirs. They can definitely be lethal together if used for the wrong reasons or if they are under the control of a Human or Deadly Sin.

Which leads me to say that the most dangerous of my OC’s with the worst intentions and evil thought processes that makes them dangerous is likely the Deadly Soul Sin Pride, or Mikka Penelope King/Pride as her solid name goes.

She is definitely the most sinister of the seven sins, even worse than Wrath, who you may figure would be the worst. She has a calculating mind and is very precise in her actions and ways of manipulation. She has a poison within her veins that is just as deadly, capable of blinding others or even killing without remorse or care. While she may be a ghost like entity in my stories, a person/digimon holder in my Digimon College Au, she has enough power to influence people to fall under pride and vanity in the most dangerous level possible, heck even possess them if she wishes. That makes her stronger, as well as the other sins. Does not matter if she is dead or fades away for a while, her influence remains and if it does, than she can exist for a long as she desires.

48. OC who is a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure

Lol I saw cinnamon roll and instantly had a list of ocs ready, honestly any child OC I have is instantly a cinnamon roll and to good and put for this world, please treat them all kindly!

Current top Oc’s that come to mind are Haruko Mason-Nakajima, along with their nameless sister/pup! They are the sweetest babies ever and love them so much. Too good and pure, especially nameless pup with her love for tigers; she wants to grow up and be like her sibling and papa 🥺🥰 You can see the post on them here!

Next up is my precious flamey boi named Alik Azure Mizuhara! A next gen. LWW, son of Sora and Yamato! A little sightless boi with the softest heart and warmest empathy for others. Very much like his mother in likeness and pure curiosity of the world’s secrets and tales. His father worries for him a lot, but gradually learns to trust in his ability to guide himself. Don’t worry too much about him, he is very smart and knows how to care and guide himself!

Thank you so much for the time and questions you asked me Edgy! I had so much fun with these and gave me a chance to gush about my dearest OC’s! I do hope you find them of interest! 🤗🥺🥰

May your day be beautiful and amazing!! 🥰✨💖

#alpha's art #alpha howls #oc ask questions!#long post #the legendary wolf warriors #bungou stray dogs #bsd oc #danielle mika mason #carmenio #edgy is passing by... ✨

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danganronpa-killing-justice · 4 years ago

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The Teacher of a Society

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When Mrs. Nomondai's message had reached the other students, almost all of them started to get out of their seats to begin their first assignment. To be honest, I'm not too sure if I can talk to the other students yet. They all look busy with themselves anyways..heh.

Ok, I'm just lying to myself. I'm not ready to talk to any of them yet. My nerves are to high. Maybe I can just start with the teacher? I do need to properly thank her after all.

With that revelation, I got out of my seat and headed to were my teacher was located behind her desk. She was still holding Sumami in her arms, kinda like a child with their favorite stuffed animal.

When she noticed that someone was by her desk, she quickly looked up and smiled in my direction. By the look on her face, I don't think she was expecting people to come talk to her so soon already.

"Oh! Hi there Nikonomu! Did you wanna talk about something or did you want to see Sumami?" She said while getting out of her chair.

"Oh, I actually wanted to talk to you if that's ok? And maybe after I can talk to Sumami too if that's ok as well." I really hope I'm not interrupting her time, but she did say it was ok to talk to her.

When she heard my remark, she smiled softly while she put down Sumami gently on the ground. "Of course Nikonomu! Ask away! I can't promise I'll answer all of them though. Any questions about my social security number and my life savings will be shut down immediately."

"What? No! I don't want to know about that stuff..." I don't even know my own social security number. Why would I want to know hers? "I kinda just wanted to ask some simple questions and stuff.."

My teacher started snickering at my discomfort, almost as if she knew that I would get uncomfortable. "That ok Nikonomu. I'm just messing with ya, mostly. What is it that you really wanted to know?"

Oh shoot. Now I don't remember what I was going to say. I need to think of something quick so this conversation can get somewhere. Oh wait! I know. "Um.. just a simple question but, how do you know my name? My teachers at my old school didn't even know it."

Mrs. Nomondai's face kinda looked angry for a second, but it was quickly hidden with a knowing smile. "It is kinda simple actually! I just looked you guys up in the school files. I wanted to get an idea about you all before I actually get to know you all, you know what I'm saying?"

My head nodded along to what she was saying. "Yeah, I think do." That's actually really thoughtful to actually want to get to know your students. Hopefully the other teachers had the same idea.

Hm. Now to ask another question. Now that I think about it, did she even reveal her Ultimate to us yet? Was she just really forgetful or was it something that she was ashamed of. Like how it was for me..

"D-Do you mind telling me what your Ultimate is? It's ok if you are uncomfortable telling me it though, since you didn't tell us at the beginning of class.

My teacher just stood there for a minute before violently smacking her hand to her forehead. It took me back for a second but it seemed as if nobody else noticed her abrupt action.

"I knew I was forgetting something damn it!" She grumbled at herself for cursing before she slipped into a more contained demeanor. "I mean uh- let me rephrase that."

Getting into a more confident pose, Mrs Nomondai struck out her hand in order for me to shake it.

"I know you already know my name, but let's start out this year with a more proper introduction! My name is Nototsū Nomondai! And I am the Ultimate Pain Resistor!"

Ultimate Pain Resistor? That kinda explains her more rough looking appearance. Her entire body looked like it was covered face to toe with scars and burns. Self inflicted maybe? I will wait to ask about that, too personal.

Moving on from her skin, she had pale teal hair that was in four different braids that connected to the buns in her hair. One of the braids, the biggest braid, held most of her hair in place while the other three were on the sides of her head and one was on top. Although she was a bit older, she certainly didn't look like it, just a bit weathered I guess-

"Uh kid, you gonna shake my hand or what?"

"Oh yeah! Sorry!" I quickly shook her hand in embarrassment. I should've probably done that in the first place before zoning out too much.

"So, um, you can't feel any pain at all?"

My teacher shook her head. "Nope! Nothing at all. You can stab me, burn me, slap me, and I still wouldn't feel nothing! I'm good at being a human shield essentially."

"Oh w-ow..." That's really disturbing, maybe I can find a more lighter topic to talk about.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a black wedding band glitter on her finger. Marriage sounds like a good topic to talk about. "Not to sound intrusive, but uh, who are you married too?" I had said.

The mood of my teacher had immediately skyrocketed in a pure untamable expression. In just one glance you could tell that she adored her significant other.

"You're not being intrusive at all Nikonomu! I love talking about my wife!" She started to reach for her pocket in a speed that I would've never thought was humanly possible. In her grasp was a purple wallet that you could tell she held dear. When she had opened it, the folds had undone themselves to reveal several photos of herself and her family.

Before talking any further, she sucked in a large breath as if she was preparing to talk for an hour or even more. She continued by pointing eagerly at the first photo. "This is Kura! She is the one I'm married too. We have been together for about fifteen years!"

She then pointed to a lower picture of two teenagers giving the finger at the camera. Actually, in further inspection, one of the kids put up their pointer finger instead. They looked like they even struggled to do that as well.

"That is Tokadora and that is Kiseki! They are my two daughters and they are both 14 year old." When she was done showing off her family, she carefully put back her wallet in her pocket. Her actions kinda reminded me of the dads I have seen on tv when they gloated about their kids to others.

"So.. does your wife also work here also well?" I said in response. She nodded her head before speaking directly.

"She works in the School's Detective Agency and is one of the Child Care Teacher's. She likes to care for people so it kinda fits." She said while answering my question.

More stuff I didn't know about..? "Wait, this school has its own detective agency?"

She nodded once again. "Yes it does! The school has other sections to it as well, but those will all be explained at the entrance ceremony we will be having soon." When she had said that, she checked her watch to see what time it was. "We still have time before that happens, so I wouldn't worry about rushing to talk to your other classmates."

Oh shoot. She figured me out. "H-How did you know I was stalling.." When I had said that, she looked at me with a face that almost told me that she didn't think I was serious.

She let out a sigh before continuing. "Kid, nobody talks to their teacher directly after they say that you can freely talk to others. Students don't normally like to talk to their teachers in a friendly conversation you know? It's most likely to only know what their homework is or what is happening next in the day."

Wow. She was blunt. "I'm sorry.. I'm just nervous about taking to the other students. I'm not used to this kinda environment.. It's too new to me I guess."

Seeing my mood damper, she put a supportive hand on my shoulder. "Hey hey, I'm just playing with ya a bit. It's ok that you're talking to me first. If you are using me to help make yourself less nervous, then I have done my job right! Which is unusual for me I guess but hey, I gotta start somewhere right!"

Even though she is a bit blunt, and probably foaled mouthed, she does do a good job at comforting people. "R-Right! I guess I'm just not to good at taking jokes as what they are."

After I had said that. She took her hand off of my head to cross her arms. "It's ok if you don't realize that some words are intended as jokes, but is important that you say something if they do affect you! I wouldn't want to hurt your feelings. You are my student after all!"

When had she finished talking, she put her hand onto of my head to ruffle my hair. To be honest, it felt nice considering nobody has done that to me before until today. "Yeah, I try to say something if that happens.." If I'm being even more honest with myself, I probably wouldn't say anything. I'm not the type to speak out for myself.

She probably realized what I said was a lie, but she didn't comment on it. "Good! Like I said, I wouldn't want to offend ya on accident."

Taking her eyes off me, she drew her attention to her phone sitting on her desk. "Well, it's probably time I'd cut this conversation short. After you mentioned my wife, I thought that I probably should go check on her. Right now she is babysitting all of the kids because the Child Care is under construction."

"And by all of the the kids, you mean just your own right..?" I asked.

Her face had lost all of her color when I had said that. "By all of the kids, I mean ALL of the staff kids."

"O-Oh...." Jesus, that sounds almost impossible. No, correction, it probably is. Poor Mrs. Kura. I hope that she still has her head after this.

This conversation kinda has been everywhere. It makes me think that I'm forgetting something..

Oh wait! I think I remember. "Mrs. Nomondai! Before you go talk, I forgot to tell you thank you for helping me out earlier. I was kinda getting suffocated by the others..."

"No problem Nikonomu. I'm going to try talk to Kura now, but if you need anything else, please don't hesitate to get me!" She paused to look at her phone for a second.

"I can tell that you're still hesitant to go to the other students, so why don't you go talk to Sumami like you originally said? I'm not too sure if I can get a hold of Makoto in time for the ceremony, so it's probably best for you to get to know what Helpami's are, and you can get to know each other so you're not too scared of them anymore." She said while finishing her thoughts.

That doesn't sound like a terrible idea. "Ok then! Thank you for your time again. I hope you can get a hold of your wife as well."

"Me too.." And with that, she had officially ended our conversation. I guess it is time to talk to Sumami. Hopefully after him I can finally talk to the others as well....

#danganronpa #danganronpa: killing justice #dr #dr oc #danganronpa oc #fanganronpa #oc #nototsū #nototsū nomondai #undesu nikonomu #undesu #prologue

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scandalsavagefanfic · 5 years ago

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Is there any chance of you continuing the jason shagged the JL fic but with the titans or batfamily finding out? Like maybe Jason heads to the manor straight after and can't stop laughing (B is still talking cough *yelling* cough at his coworkers) and all the other bats are there for breakfast and Dick just innocently asks what ls so funny. Jason answer ls cause he assumes a. They know and b. It isn't a big deal. Que drama!

Oh sure. Why not 😉

PART 1

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PART 2

The zeta alert sounds throughout the building. Everyone looks at each other. Everyone who is supposed to be in Titans Tower is, and then some.

Almost as one they rise and rush to the tubes.

Dick doesn't know what he's expecting really but he's prepared for pretty much anything.

Except, apparently, for Jason, bent at the waist, supporting himself with one hand on the control console and the other clutching his belly. Tears stream out of his eyes and Dick has already taken a step towards him to check for injuries when he realizes the younger man is just laughing.

Well not just laughing. Jason is wheezing, trying to catch his breath. The Titans and... Tim's team, whatever they're going by now, all exchange confused and cautious glances.

"Jason?" Dick asks, taking another step forward. "Is everything alright?"

The younger vigilante looks up like he's only just realized he has a rather large audience. He straightens, wiping tears from his eyes and trying to catch his breath.

"Yeah," Jason practically gasps. "I'm fine. Bruce just made up for all his past bullshit in one fell swoop is all."

Christ, Dick doesn't like the sound of that at all. He trades a worried look with Tim who asks, "What happened?"

"He came from the Watchtower," Kon interjects and Dick really doesn't like the way sheer amusement plays across Jason's face when he focuses on the clone. "And it's been locked out now."

Jason starts laughing again and collapses back into a chair that Dick is certain he didn't know was there.

"Jason, what's going on?"

The urgency in Tim's voice mirrors the anxiety building in Dick's chest. What was Jason doing on the Watchtower? Why's it locked down?

What on earth is so fucking funny?

"Sorry," Jason says through another bought of giggles. "Ok. It's just, Bruce must not want any of you interrupting their fight."

Everyone perks up at that and glances around the room. Usually fights between the members of the Justice League are a big deal. Like someone is brainwashed or mind controlled or something kind of big deal.

"He's definitely trying to kill them," Jason tacks on to the end of his comments with another uncontrollable chuckle.

"Jesus, Jay, are you serious?" Dick hisses as Tim slips into the seat between Jason and Kon and starts trying to find a way past the lockout. "What are you laughing about then?"

Finally catching his breath, Jason waves Tim off. "It's not like that. It's just..."

Jason pauses and looks around, noticing for the first time just how many people are looking at him. His teal eyes catch on Wally and Bart, Donna and Cassie, Garth, Conner again, and finally land on Kyle.

Then Jason flushes pink and seems to lose a little of his nerve.

Dick isn't--can't--let him off the hook that easily. "It's just what, Jay?"

Jason chews on his tongue for a moment. "M-maybe we can talk a little more privately?" He mutters it so softly he must know the reaction he's going to get but thought it worth a partial try anyway.

"Not a chance," Kyle snaps down at him. "We all have mentors (or friends anyway) up there and we need to make sure you didn't do anything to them."

Something about the way Kyle phrased that amused Jason for a split second. A blink-and-you'll-miss it flicker of something in his eye before he gulps and straightens a little in his seat.

He keeps his attention on Dick, pretending no one else is in the room. Which certainly does not bode well.

"You remember a couple weeks ago I told you B found out about, uh..." Jason suddenly seems intensely focused on his boots but he continues, speaking even quieter, "about me and Slade. And Talia?"

Dick freezes. And so does the rest of the room. Tim's head snaps their direction. Slade's name draws the Titans' attentions. Talia's catches Tim's.

It's not very likely Jason told Tim exactly what he's talking about. They're all probably thinking this is mask related business. Dick doesn't image Jason can hide the truth from everyone and still adequately explain.

"Yeah..." he hedges, unsure and uncomfortable with where this looks like it's going.

"Well... he may have also found out about this, um, understanding I have with Luthor--"

"Jesus christ, Jason--" Dick hisses.

"And he may have tried to get the Justice League to stage an intervention," Jason continues, looking back up at Dick's face. He's red as a tomato but there's something... amused lingering in his expression despite the embarrassment. "He may have, uh, misjudged how interested they'd be in intervening."

It takes a whole long minute for Dick to realize what he's saying; for the implication to sink in. It's just too outrageous of thing to think of. Jason hooking up with villains for perks was a shock but... villains both seem like exactly Jason's style of rebellion and the types to take advantage of the offer. But the Justice League?

Dick just sits there blinking at him, jaw slightly agape, for several moments.

Finally everything kicks into gear.

"You're sleeping with the Justice League too?!" Dick all but shouts at him.

It was reactionary and he regrets it immediately. Jason flinches at the sudden outburst but Tim falls out of the chair completely while the others crowd closer with shocked gasps and proclamations.

"Who?" Donna asks, sounding more curious than anything.

"Which Leaguers?" Kyle demands simultaneously sounding a lot more jealous than he probably intends to.

Dick tosses Rayner a scowl as Jason's eyes flicker up to the young Green Lantern briefly before darting back down to his lap looking mortified.

"Well, I promised Flash a date before B kicked me out, so... all of them, I guess," Jason mumbles.

The room lapses into stunned silence as Dick sinks into a chair and flops back against it. He can't hardly believe it. His little brother is...

Is...

"So..." Conner hums in a way that sounds amused, "you've fucked both my dads?"

Jason can't keep the little smirk off his face as he nods.

His little brother is fucking Superman. Dick's mind reels from overexertion.

"Who... who's the best?" Kyle asks, all previous venom in his tone evaporated.

Jason turns a truly brilliant, irresistible smile up at the Green Lantern and it's suddenly easy to see how heroes and villains alike get sucked into Jason's sphere.

"Diana," he answers without hesitation.

There's a brief pause as everyone digests that information.

Then Donna smirks. "I knew it."

#jason todd #Jason/Justice League #jason/various villains #Kyle and Jason have some major UST #Diana fucks #blurb #throneoffirebreathingbitchqueen

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Obey Me! - The Forest of Voices - Chapter 1 (Satan/Reader)

chapter 2

(this one ended up being 2 chapters because i wanted to keep writing more kissy-kissy stuff once i finished haha...)

A simple game of chess brought you closer to the Avatar of Wrath than you expected, and you've seen a special side of him you can't get enough of.

As luck would have it, he invites you to go camping with him to a mysterious forest that supposedly speaks to its visitors and tells them the things they need to hear.

And they decide to call out to you.

Chapter 1

You sat quietly in your room, scrolling through your D.D.D while you waited for Satan to show up for your weekly chess match.

It had started as a kind of training for you after Lucifer had commanded you to play chess against him, and while you came off as confident enough in being a competent player, the truth was that you knew absolutely nothing about chess. You had resigned yourself to learning the rules alone, but Satan, perceptive as he was, quickly noticed that you had been playing chess on your D.D.D between classes.

Well, playing poorly, you remembered Satan adding with a laugh.

So Satan had taken it upon himself to teach you how to play so that you might have some chance of at least holding your own against the Avatar of Pride.

Lucifer had beaten you when you finally played together, but you had not been curb-stomped like your initial expectations.

You decided to keep practicing with Satan, however. Something very curious had occurred to you in the days leading up to your chess match with Lucifer. You saw something very intriguing in Satan's eyes every time you played with him.

His teal eyes sparkled like an ethereal ocean as he played chess with you. It was unlike any expression you had seen on him up-close. Playing regularly with him gave you a front-row seat to a myriad of expressions that danced across Satan's face. He was so often calm and collected around the others, that seeing him that way was mystifying and... charming.

Those quiet moments alone with the Avatar of Wrath were becoming very special to you. It was easy to see that Satan's passions bubbled just below his stoic mask.

You often talked of other things besides chess, letting Satan chatter eagerly about the latest episode of his television series or the current book he was reading. It warmed your heart to see Satan let his walls come down the minute he walked into your room. You knew he was under a lot of unnecessary pressure to live up to Lucifer, and if he could just relax a little while he was around you and show you those sparkling eyes, that was reward enough.

Three precise knocks came at your bedroom door. That was indicative of Satan, his measured actions in almost everything he did.

You let him in, watching him quickly enter with his chess set tucked underneath his arm.

“Sorry if I’m a little late, I lost track of time with my book,” Satan apologized stoically.

You smiled, knowing that he would soften up once the chessboard was set.

You both played quietly the first few turns, but Satan’s eyes were already shining. You tried smiling to yourself as an excitement flashed across his face while he moved one of his pieces. It was likely he was going to try playing you into a corner now.

“What’s so funny?” Satan said curiously, leaning on his elbows on the table and tilting his head to the side.

You blushed, not wanting to admit that despite getting set up into what might be a loss this match, watching Satan smile was victory enough for you.

“Ah...nothing,” you chuckled awkwardly. “Just recognizing genius when I see it.” You looked up into Satan’s ocean eyes, seeing him laugh in response.

“I’m no genius,” Satan replied, shaking his head. “I’ve just been playing chess for a long time.”

You made a move on the chessboard in response, looking back up at him after finishing.

“But thank you all the same,” he added devilishly, quickly countering your move and taking your piece.

The two of you continued, Satan eventually conquering the board.

“Checkmate,” he said with a big smile.

“Checkmate,” you replied with a sigh. You were a little sad about losing, but once you looked up at Satan and saw those sparkling eyes of his, only made more radiant by his smile, you felt your heart soar. “Ready to go again?” You asked, gathering up the pieces.

Satan shook his head, resting his chin in his hand.

“I actually wanted to ask you about something,” he said excitedly.

You nodded in response, gently standing the pieces up next to the board.

“Simeon and Solomon invited me to go camping with them next weekend,” Satan said, picking up a knight piece and fiddling it around in his fingers. He paused before saying anything else, looking away for a moment.

“Do you want me to go with you?” You asked with a smirk. These chess games had done more than improve your playing skills. Satan had become a bit easier to read now.

Your addition to his statement made him blush slightly, a gentle pink covering his cheeks now. His deft handling of the piece in his hand faltered for just a moment, but he regained his composure and smiled.

“If you wouldn’t mind,” he said quietly.

“Why me though?” You couldn’t help but ask. It seemed like among an angel, a sorcerer, and a demon, you would be a weak link in the forests of the Devildom.

“Well...I just thought of you when he asked if I wanted to invite anyone else," Satan explained rather bashfully. "Also, do you remember that I’ve been reading about the different mysteries in the Devildom?” He added quickly, not giving you time to think about his previous statement.

“Sure,” you replied, nodding. He had been particularly engrossed in anything he could find about those stories. It was a bit shocking to you that a place like the Devildom, inhabited by demons and devils, would still have unexplained mysteries like the human realm.

“Simeon and Solomon picked one of the campgrounds close to the epicenter of one of those mysteries.” Satan set the knight piece down on the table and had a bit of a wild look in his eyes. “They say that the forest over there can speak.”

“The forest can speak?” You asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, the accounts say that the forest offers you answers or tells you things about yourself that no one else would know.”

“That sounds terrifying…” your stomach dropped as you thought of camping near a haunted forest.

“I guess so, but really only weak-willed demons get tricked by those voices, and no one’s ever been seriously harmed. They’ve just gotten a bit lost for a while,” Satan replied, trying to sound as comforting as possible. “It’s nothing to worry about. Plus,” he continued, the blush on his cheeks growing deeper. “I’ll be there with you. I’m no weak-willed demon, you know.”

You looked back at Satan, unprepared for what you would see.

The sparkling in his eyes was somehow more brilliant than ever. You weren’t sure if it was the blush on his cheeks or the shy smile he wore, but those teal-and-light green eyes were lit brighter than you had ever seen. You felt your reservations melt away the longer you looked at him. He was so excited about this camping trip, and you didn’t want to be arrogant, but a part of you figured that maybe he was so excited to go with you .

The two of you had gotten very close, you couldn’t deny that. And Satan was utterly handsome--his surprisingly broad shoulders, his wavy blond hair, his youthful, yet serious face. The more you thought about it, the more you wanted to spend a few nights together with him. And admittedly, camping in a mysterious forest only added to the excitement.

“Okay. I’m in,” you said, a laugh escaping through your growing smile.

“Excellent!” Satan exclaimed, jumping to his feet. You watched him in shock, this being the first time you’d ever seen him move so quickly. His cheeks flushed crimson as he looked back at you, realizing how he had reacted. He coughed, smoothing out his sweater and once again trying to compose himself.

“E-excellent,” he repeated, stammering. “I...I will text you when I find out when we’re leaving.”

You struggled to hide your smile at this new, incredible expression Satan had just shown you. It only served to strengthen your ever-growing affection for this surprisingly precious man.

“Perfect,” you replied, seeing Satan’s mouth crack into a small smile.

***

The weekend of the camping trip had finally arrived. Satan had eagerly given you updates and a countdown to the trip, and his eyes sparkled every time you saw him. However, it was not lost on you that he made sure to give you updates in secret. He had even sent you an update in code once. He had mentioned that he wanted to keep it a secret from the others since so many people would ‘disturb the mystery of the forest,’ but also made it quite clear that he was excited to spend time alone with you. You wondered if the more excited he got, the more transparent he became?

You tried your best to keep your ego from inflating, considering the idea that Satan was excited to be with you on a camping trip, but every night your thoughts always turned to the way he had been smiling at you lately and the lengths he went to making sure that only the people involved knew about the trip. That voice in your head kept whispering those arrogant thoughts--that Satan only wanted you. And every time, you shook your head, hoping to disperse the thoughts like confetti.

To be honest though, you got excited every time you saw his blond head bouncing toward you. He was stoic as ever in class, but you still got glimpses of that sparkle you loved when his gaze met yours. Sometimes it shocked you that he wanted to take you, of all people, on a camping trip with him. He was popular and well-liked among the others at RAD. The fact that he spent so much time with you at all was becoming something of a proud point for you.

It was early in the day when you were adding the final touches to your packed gear, making sure you weren’t forgetting anything. You heard Satan’s three knocks at the door and you bounded over, happily opening it to see him in his happy, blond glory. His excitement was palpable as he adjusted his backpack.

“Are you ready?” He whispered eagerly. The excitement he had been hiding in public was now leaking out, his whole face lit up similar to the way it had when he had first asked you to come camping.

You nodded quietly, smiling, and grabbed your bag. You quietly shut your door, careful not to disturb the others.

You wouldn’t admit it out loud, but you were grateful that none of the other six boys had discovered your trip and invited themselves. You were looking forward to your alone time with Satan.

Once the door was shut, you were surprised when Satan took your hand in his and briskly led you out of the House of Lamentation. His hand was warm and soft, and you felt yourself blush as you tried to follow as gracefully as possible. As you left the gates of the House, you saw Solomon and Simeon waiting for you.

“Excellent,” Solomon said with a large grin. “We’re ready, then.”

You expected Satan to release your hand once you left the House, but he kept your hand in his. You weren’t sure if you should pull your hand away from his, but you couldn’t deny that you liked the feeling of his strong hand around yours. Solomon acted as if everything was business as usual, but you felt yourself wither slightly under Simeon’s gaze. You were positive that you saw his eyes dart to your’s and Satan’s hands...but the way Satan held your hand in his...you became positive that there was no way you could bring yourself to pull away.

Simeon mentioned that the four of you would be bussing to the campsite, and that the bus was only a short walk away.

To your disappointment, Satan did release your hand after you began your walk to the bus stop, but he stayed glued to your side, listing off theories as to why voices came from the forest you would be camping by. His excitement was on full display now, and it was contagious. You watched him lovingly while he explained things, nodding every time he looked at you.

His enthusiasm stayed high as everyone got on the bus, but yours turned a different shade as Satan settled close into the seat next to you. Feeling the warmth of his arm against yours filled your stomach with butterflies.

“The trip up there will be about an hour or two,” Solomon chimed, turning to look at you and Satan from the seats in front of you. “So settle in for a bit.” A flash of something mischievous ran across his face before he turned back around to talk to Simeon.

“Do you want to read with me?” Satan asked quietly, turning his head toward you and smiling gently. He held up a book in his hands that read ‘Tales of the Speaking Forest.’ You did all you could to keep the butterflies in your stomach from rattling your voice too much as you responded.

“I’ll try, but...I don’t think I’m nearly as fast a reader as you,” you said, biting your lip and swallowing more butterflies.

“Well, maybe I can read out loud, then,” he offered warmly.

His soft offer almost floored you. Satan did not ever strike you as the type to read out loud, your thoughts being that he would much prefer quickly processing the information in his own head to wasting time vocalizing the words on the page. But as you looked at him in his shining eyes, you knew he was being sincere. The butterflies raged hard against your other organs now.

“That sounds nice,” you said with a wide smile.

“I figured I could maybe dramatize some of these stories,” he added sheepishly.

You laughed softly as you felt the urge to lean in a little closer to Satan and settle in, like Solomon had suggested.

Satan started off by reading a tale about a demon who had been lured further into the forest by the voice of their lover, beckoning them to come see a fantastic sight. They followed, but was also a skilled camper and was able to find their way back to their campsite before too long after realizing that their lover was still asleep in their tent.

You began to doze however, once he started reading about another demon who was lured into the forest with a promise of wealth. Satan wondered out loud if that happened to be Mammon and let out a low laugh.

Satan’s voice was full, yet gentle as he read. The way he handled the words in his mouth made you think that he might have been a professional actor in a previous era, now long-gone. The warmth of his tone was slowly lulling you to sleep, and before you knew it, you drowsily found yourself leaning your head against his shoulder and closing your eyes. He continued to read, not even pausing as you involuntarily snuggled closer to him, but a part of you felt like you could see him smile before you fell asleep.

It only felt like a short moment before the bus came to a stop. You groggily opened your eyes, seeing Satan’s book open in his hands. You suddenly realized that you had fallen asleep on his shoulder and clumsily sat up, feeling rather embarrassed.

“Was it a good nap?” Satan asked with a quiet laugh. “I don’t think I make a great pillow.”

“Sorry, I...you just...your voice was so calming, it put me to sleep,” you managed to stammer, your cheeks burning.

Satan laughed again and shut his book, slipping it back into his backpack. “Maybe I might have a future as a radio host or something, then.”

“All right, we’re here,” Simeon called out in front of you.

You nodded and grabbed your bag, hoping to distract yourself from your embarrassment. You watched as Satan stood up and stretched, his hands almost reaching the top of the bus. It hadn’t occurred to you just how tall Satan actually was until now, and a breathy chuckle escaped your mouth.

Satan looked right at you as you chuckled and smiled mischievously before beckoning you with a tilt of his head to leave the bus seat.

“Let’s see if we can’t solve this mystery,” he said confidently. He grabbed his bag and stepped forward, smiling at you all the while.

You followed with a smile, stepping off the bus. Satan offered you his hand as you descended the final step, and you weren’t sure, but it felt like he gave your hand an additional squeeze before letting go.

There was still a bit more walking to do before the campsite was reached, but nothing of note happened while you walked. You simply took the time to let your mind wander, which led you repeatedly back to thoughts of Satan and the smiling, sparkling eyes he seemed to be reserving for you. You quickly blamed your short, groggy shoulder nap on your wayward thoughts and tried letting out silent sighs to release your pining. You tried focusing on the luminescent plants and algae that dotted the trees and peering up at the twilight sky of the Devildom above you, catching bits of light that mimicked stars through the forest canopy.

“You haven’t really seen this part of the Devildom before, have you?” Satan asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. To your shock, he held a hand out toward you. “Don’t meander too much here,” he added with a smile. “We need to stay together.”

You tentatively took Satan’s hand and he gently pulled you closer to his side.

“Have you heard any voices yet?” Satan’s tone was curious as he glanced at the trees around you. His smile was a shade mischievous.

“They said that not everyone hears them, right?” You countered with a mischievous smile of your own.

“That’s true,” he replied with a small chuckle. “But we’ve only been here a few minutes. We’ve got plenty of time to see if they want to talk.”

Satan’s last statement struck you as rather odd--you weren’t sure if it was the way he worded it or the way his tone shifted curiously. However, you didn’t have the courage to try and have him elaborate any further. All you could do was wonder if maybe he actually wanted to hear what the forest had to say to him.

You let out another silent sigh and merely clutched Satan’s hand a little tighter as you continued to walk, now in pensive silence. The few glances you stole at his face revealed that his sparkling eyes were currently replaced with a focused, somewhat dark stare.

Your feet were beginning to hurt by the time you finally reached your designated campground, so you sighed as you saw Solomon and Simeon begin to set their things down. Satan held your hand the entire time, but it felt a bit empty to you due to his distracted gaze. A bit of life returned to his eyes, however, once he set his things down and started unpacking a tent.

The four of you started to chatter as you set up the campsite with tents and a fire in the middle.

“I’d been meaning to ask, but why didn’t Luke come?” Satan asked, sitting down on a rock near the fire.

Simeon could only chuckle before responding.

“He got spooked by the legend of the ‘Voices,’” he said, still chuckling and shaking his head. “I doubt he’ll be leaving our room while I’m gone.”

“But that’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” Solomon asked in response, looking at Satan.

“Well, you know I enjoy a good mystery,” the Avatar of Wrath answered, shrugging his shoulders and giving what you recognized as his mask’s smile. “And it’s always nice to get some quiet time away from my brothers, right?” Satan continued, looking at you.

You smiled politely and shrugged your shoulders. “They can be loud.”

Satan’s mask was completely up right now. Was it Solomon and Simeon that caused it? Or was it something else? You couldn’t think about why for very long before Simeon asked you to come help with cooking lunch.

***

The first day of camping in the Devildom was pleasant enough, though Satan’s sudden, yet imperceptible emotional shift worried you. You tried all you could to make his eyes sparkle like they did when he was around you, but nothing really kept his attention for long.

Eventually, it was nighttime and everyone was settling down to sleep. You and Satan were sharing a tent, but Satan encouraged you to go ahead and go to bed before him--that he was going to stay up for a while longer and read by the fire.

You acquiesced and crawled into the tent and into your sleeping bag. It was not particularly comfortable, but your weary body quickly welcomed sleep as you snuggled deeper.

You awoke to a loud whisper in your ear. The words were mostly unintelligible until you were sitting up in your sleeping bag.

“Come outside,” Satan’s voice called from outside the tent. You glanced to the side, remembering the tale he had read earlier on the bus, but Satan’s sleeping bag was empty. “I think I’m hearing the voice, but I don’t want to be alone.”

You grunted as you slipped out of your bag and out of the tent.

There was no one outside, the fire now reduced to one or two small smoldering embers. You looked around the campsite, trying to find Satan’s blond hair hopefully reflecting the light from the plants or sky.

“Satan,” you called out quietly. “Did you call me?”

There was no response, and you nervously rubbed your arms. You glanced around again, stepping further away from the tent. You stopped as your foot hit something on the ground. You knelt down, picking up a book. You squinted, trying to discern the title on the cover.

It was Satan’s book.

You let out a sigh before calling out for Satan again, this time a little louder.

“Over here,” Satan’s voice finally responded. “I need you.”

You sharply exhaled, knowing that you shouldn’t follow the voice. You shook your head, clutching the book to your chest.

“No, really, I need help,” he called out, louder. “I think I’ve twisted my ankle…”

“Let me get Solomon and Simeon, then,” you replied loudly.

“That’s fine, I don’t think I’m going anywhere now.”

You nodded and walked over to the other tent, calling out for your campmates. Solomon quickly poked his head out and you explained your situation. Solomon nodded and called Simeon to come out as well.

As you convened with the sorcerer and angel, you could still hear Satan calling you. Suddenly, Solomon and Simeon perked their heads up, looking in different directions.

“His voice is coming from this way,” you pointed in the direction opposite of your tent.

Solomon and Simeon looked at each other nervously before looking back at you.

“I hear him coming from this way,” Simeon replied, pointing behind his tent.

“And I hear his voice that way,” Solomon added, pointing behind your tent. “And he’s nowhere to be found around here…”

The three of you looked at each other with fear now.

“We don’t really have a choice but to look, do we?” Solomon said, gritting his teeth.

“Let’s search carefully,” Simeon murmured. “If we get too far from the campsite without finding him, we turn back, okay?”

You nodded at him and Solomon. You went back to your tent to grab a flashlight out of your bag and returned to your original position, facing the direction of Satan’s voice.

“Good luck,” Solomon said with a sigh.

And with that, you carefully walked off toward Satan’s voice, still clutching his book against your chest with one hand and your flashlight in your other hand.

He gently continued calling for you, assuring you that you were getting close. With every step you took, his voice got louder. You were beginning to feel more confident that you had heard his voice and were only a few steps away from seeing his teal-and-light green eyes again.

However, with the last step you took, you suddenly stepped into thin air, tumbling down a hill. You did not roll for very long, stopping on your back, looking up at the forest canopy above you.

And Satan’s voice was gone.

You slowly sat up, making sure that nothing was broken, but found that your flashlight had stayed up at the top of the hill. You grumbled a curse on your hands, being clumsy enough to drop the flashlight but somehow stay gripping Satan’s book. As you tried standing, a sharp pain shot through your foot and leg. You winced and let out a moan, lowering yourself as carefully as possible back to the ground.

Your leg wasn’t broken, thankfully, but now your ankle appeared to be twisted and your knee throbbed with every heartbeat. As it stood, you appeared to be virtually immobile.

A racing panic quickly set into your veins. You called out in a loud voice, hoping that someone might hear you, but remembered the fact that you were in the ‘Forest of Voices.’ You couldn’t deny the fact that you might not be found, any other passers-by thinking you were just another teasing voice in the trees.

You anxiously began to scoot yourself across the forest floor, trying to find any kind of landmark or a way back up the hill-cliff you had just tumbled from. You tried again to stand, but the pain kept you glued in place, despite resting on your good leg.

Tears began gathering in your eyes from pain and fear.

“You just wanted the Avatar of Wrath...didn’t you?” A new voice rang in your ears.

You looked around, shocked by the sudden voice.

“You just want him to want you.”

An ache began building in your stomach, full of anger and fear. First the voices trick you, and now they’re mocking you?

“Please stop,” you say sternly, trying to bite back your tears.

“Why? Now that you’re here, we only tell the truth you are too scared to say yourself.”

You closed your eyes in frustration and sighed sharply.

“Well now he’ll never get the chance because I’m going to die here, thanks to you,” you replied bitterly.

The voice was silent, leaving you with your building sadness for a moment.

“Can you not call for him?” It asked gently.

“I already did…” you grumbled. “And because of you, no one will believe me.”

“Call for him.”

“I did,” you replied through clenched teeth.

“Call for him,” it said again.

You remained silent, hoping the voice would stop offering its hateful solution.

“Call for him--”

“I already DID!” You shrieked, the effort making your leg throb.

The voice fell silent again, and for a second, you sensed a feeling of exasperation from around you.

“You have a bond with him, don’t you?” The voice said calmly, its tone almost parental.

You looked up, realization streaking through your mind like a lightning bolt.

Your pact with Satan.

You let out a sigh, feeling ashamed.

“You’re right,” you murmured. “Thank you.”

“We only speak the truth this far into the forest. If you call for him, he will come,” the voice offered once again before totally falling silent.

You let out a large sigh and looked upward.

“Avatar of Wrath...Satan...please come find me,” you called out. “I...I want you. I need you.”

There was no response from the forest, and you closed your eyes. You weren’t sure that the voices were telling the truth like they insisted, but at the very least, trying to use your pact was better than nothing.

Opening your eyes, you sat back down on the ground, finding a tree to lean against. You tiredly leaned your head back against the tree and closed your eyes again. You began to leaf through Satan’s book, silently counting the pages to occupy your frightened mind.

“He will come,” a small voice whispered.

You bit your lip as more small voices whispered the same thing in your ears.

It seemed like an eternity as you waited, calling out for Satan again every 50 pages you counted.

Eventually, you heard a crunching coming from further in the forest and you flinched, your first thought thinking that a wild animal had come to eat you.

You then heard Satan call out your name.

You gasped.

“Satan…! I need you!” You called out frantically, activating your pact again.

It was only a moment before you saw Satan’s halo of blond hair appearing from behind the trees. You could hear him gasp and run toward you. He held a flashlight in his hand and shined it on you, trying to determine your injuries.

“It really was you…” his voice was relieved. “For a moment I thought the forest was just telling me what I wanted to hear again.”

You let out a relieved sigh when Satan suddenly lunged forward and hugged you tightly. Tears began spilling down your cheeks as you felt his warmth against your body.

“Satan...I need you,” you gurgled, clutching the back of his jacket. “I was so scared that no one would ever find me…”

“I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. I need you too,” Satan whispered, holding you even tighter. “I shouldn’t have left you alone in the tent…I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” you croaked.

“I just...I had another reason for coming here.” He let out a shuddering exhale before releasing you from his hug. “But I think...I think I can explain it on the way back to camp. Solomon and Simeon should be waiting there for us. Simeon can get your leg patched up.”

Satan gingerly adjusted himself, slipping his arms under your legs and back. You winced slightly as you adjusted your swollen leg to rest more comfortably against his arm. Swiftly and smoothly, Satan lifted you in a bridal carry.

“I’m not too heavy, am I?” You asked quietly.

“I’m no Beelzebub when it comes to lifting weights, but lifting you is easy, don’t worry.” Satan smiled at you and you saw the sparkle in his eyes again.

“We’ll have to go the long way, I think,” he said with a sigh. “Unless you don’t mind me jumping around everywhere?”

Your leg ached at the thought of flying through the air in Satan’s arms, but you also wanted him to explain why he wanted to come to this forest.

“Well...you wanted to explain something to me, right?” You replied, resting your head against his chest. His chest was surprisingly firm and you gently lifted your free hand to clutch his sweater, your other hand still holding his book tight. A warmth began to flood your chest as you picked up on Satan’s heartbeat.

“That’s right, I did say that, didn’t I?” He said with a chuckle. “The long way it is, then.”

Satan set off with you in his arms for a few steps before taking a deep breath.

“So the reason why I came here...I’ve been...feeling some strong emotions lately.” He took another deep breath, glancing at you. Even in the dim Devildom light, you could see his cheeks starting to flush.

“Ever since we started playing chess together...maybe even before that, I realized how much I love spending time with you. It pretty much became the only thing I wanted to do after a while.” You felt him rub his thumb against your torso where he held you. “It was like torture just waiting for our weekly chess matches. And I...started noticing the way you looked at me.”

You felt your own cheeks and ears burn hot. Of course he would have noticed.

“But I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it or not. But regardless, I still got to spend a lot of time with you, and I thought I would be satisfied with that.” Satan paused, letting out yet another deep breath. His heart was now racing against your ear.

“...But it wasn’t enough,” you added quietly. You looked up at him and saw him looking back at you with a gentle gaze and sad smile.

“No, it wasn’t.”

The two of you were silent as Satan continued walking through brush and over logs.

“Being who I am, and how I was born...I needed to know if what I was feeling for you was real. And then Solomon mentioned going to this forest to camp...I was planning on coming here myself sometime, but I just wasn’t sure if I would be able to come up with a good enough excuse to come alone,” Satan continued in a low voice. “And I somehow managed to invite you along...the only thought I had on my mind was that I wanted to spend time alone with you, no chess, no brothers, no other distractions.”

“When did the voices start speaking to you?” You asked softly.

“Practically the moment I stepped off the bus,” Satan replied with a laugh.

“What did they say?” Your voice shook.

Satan was quiet as he gave you a mysterious smile. He stopped walking for a moment and adjusted the way he held you in his arms.

“They kept calling me deeper into the forest, which is why I didn’t come to bed. I decided to go follow the voices. But once I got there…” he trailed off, looking away from you, then back after a second. “They said that I wanted you. Needed you. More than anything else.”

You felt his grip on you tighten ever-so-slightly.

“Me, the demon born from Lucifer’s anger, felt love for you more strongly than anything else.” He chuckled. “Can you believe it?”

Satan’s face was close enough that you could see that familiar sparkle in his eyes.

“He needs you,” the forest whispered. “You need him.”

You laughed quietly, closing your eyes and smiling.

“What…? What’s funny?” Satan’s voice was confused.

You shook your head and laughed a little louder.

“No, it’s just...the forest spoke to me again,” you replied.

“Oh? What did it say?”

“That I love you more strongly than anything else, too,” you said, gently placing your hand on Satan’s cheek. He leaned his face into your hand and moved his lips to touch your palm, gently kissing it.

The warmth in your chest spread to the rest of your body as he looked back at you with heavy-lidded eyes. You sat yourself upward just a bit more and pulled his face close to yours. After a moment of staring, your lips gently met and remained in a kiss for a while.

You savored the gentle, minty taste on his lips before pulling away only slightly. Your noses touched, and Satan’s eyes looked like a galaxy, shimmering with love. You kissed again, this time more deeply and passionately, feeling him swirl his tongue around yours and brushing long against your lips.

You released again, the two of you out of breath. You stared deep into each others’ eyes before Satan pressed his forehead against yours.

“I could do this all night, you know…” his voice was warm and husky. “But we should get you back to camp so Simeon can fix your leg.”

You smiled and nodded, letting out a breathy laugh.

“After that, then,” you replied, looking into his sparkling eyes once again.

“After that, then,” he replied breathlessly.

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