#now i shall disappear into the void again

[buny1]

art dump!

[takusan-no-ai]

There’s Still a Higher Ladder to Climb

PAIRING: Miyabi x Male Reader (Romantic) (Fluff)

SUMMARY: Miyabi saves (Y/N), who she finds to be very entertaining.

You got abducted by a big name gang. They held you for ransom. Why? Because your father was a very lucrative businessman closely associated with Souichirou Hoshimi. You didn’t have any real money or a trust fund to your name yet, but your net worth and possible inheritance begged to differ.

Of course since you’re such an important figure, Section 6 was hand chosen to rescue the son of the biggest ether corruption clinic in all of New Eridu. Miyabi was especially interested in this because of your father’s connection to hers; she didn’t know anything about you, but she knew that your father was of great importance and utmost respect.

Naturally this led to her team tracking your captors within Hollow Zero at a lightning speed. The gang were noticeably frightened at the news of the youngest Void Hunter personally coming to see them. Tried as they might to quickly evacuate, their large numbers were nothing for the Section 6 to handle. Swiftly and safely, you were rescued.

However being so far deep into Hollow Zero meant that it’d be a dangerous journey back out; especially in Miyabi’s case when she had to take care of an overly enthusiastic and curious rescuee.

“Man, thanks again for the quick response time! Another minute in there and I swear they would’ve started draining my ether resistance to cause panic.” (Y/N) spoke nonchalantly about the deadly situation he was just in. Miyabi looked at him skeptically with her ears twitching slightly.

“You talk as if your survival was guaranteed.” She said. He looked at her with a grandiose smile, arms behind his head and a skip to his step.

“I’d expect nothing less of a Void Hunter. It’s cool that heroes like you exist.” (Y/N) kept walking forward, not noticing the lack of an accompanying shadow. He turned around in confusion at the now downcast Miyabi.

She looked at him with a frown. “Being a hero comes with unimaginable costs.”

He looked at her with a smile. “It’s the ability to fight past those costs and look towards the greater good that makes someone a hero.” Miyabi’s frown didn’t disappear. But she nodded nonetheless.

They conversed for what felt like hours. Walking side by side as Miyabi escorted (Y/N) outside of Hollow Zero. After finally getting close to an exit, (Y/N) crouched down. Miyabi watched him intently as he took deep breaths.

“What’s wrong?” She asked impatiently. He shook his head.

“Nothing…just…,” he took an even deeper breath and laughed, “It sucks that I can’t make you smile.” Miyabi’s eyes widened. For a moment she almost thought this was his profound way of transforming into an ethereal. She gripped her blade in anticipation. (Y/N)’s eyes widened in turn, throwing up his hands in defense. “Relax! I just don’t want you to go home looking so depressed.”

Once again her eyes widened. She only now realized how much her face hurt from being scrunched the whole way. She placed her hands on her hips, “Then this shall be your training: make me smile.” Already she could feel a tug at her lips just from the silly proclamation.

“Alright! I won’t lose Mini Miyabi!”

She pouted. “I’m 170 centimeters tall.”

He smirked. “Including the ears.”

Miyabi stomped forward, ears flattened. “Your ether aptitude can’t be that high. We can continue this later.” She handed (Y/N) a piece of paper with her number. Afterwards urging him to move forward outside the hollow.

All the while she ignored the weird way her stomach turned at the thought of another meeting.

- Fin

[trendywaifus]

Greetings trendy! It is I! The great and mighty Kaijunon! I'm here with just a wholesome suggestion, giving Miyabi headpats. Y'know? Gently caressing her hair, giving her small kisses, cuddling her like just giving her general affection bc I the epic and cool Kaiju rat am feeling extra affectionate today, anyway I shall now drink Pepsi

🍞 anon

hi hi!! coke better>> since I’ve been thinking about miyabi recently, here guyths🤓

also miyabi will take any type of affection you give her. the baby is touched starved and loves being praised. miyabi is at her clingiest when it’s cuddle time.

“ is my fox comfortable? “ you asked gently, tangled in the the sheets with miyabi’s small form snuggled up against you, cold nose burrowed in the crook of your neck. with toned arms hugging you tight, she let out a pleased sigh which felt like cool air fanning against your neck. “ yes, i am. “ after a long day at work, she finally gets to indulge herself in you. miyabi didn’t get to see you one time today due to being busy with slaying ethereals and she did not even get the chance to answer your texts or call before entering and exiting the hollow. it was all thanks to dragging and nonsensical reports too. you’ve been on her mind all day and the amount of times miyabi mused out loud to herself about wishing to see you made harumasa shake his head and tease her, yanagi reassure her, and soukaku offer her candy throughout the whole mission.

you run a hand up and down miyabi’s back repetitively, massaging invisible lines into her back through the inky kimono in a manner that makes her melt and fox ears push back against her head with contentment. “ you sure you don’t want to eat dinner? aren’t you hungry, ‘yabi? “

she shakes her head, “ no, i ate a bowl of two miso noodles before coming home so we can get straight to this. i have. .missed you too much today, my love.”

cracking into a warm smile, you give the crown of her head a kiss. “ i see. long day too? “

“ admittedly so. “ she replies in seemingly bland tone but you know her well enough to hear her words sounded a little heavier than usual. you don’t like how miyabi’s treated sometimes—her squad members are amazing, it’s the h.a.n.d. higher-ups. just because she’s the strongest void hunter right now doesn’t give them the right to treat her and her other members as some sort of weapons. they’ve been buried in missions recently because of the influx of increased hollow activity in some hollows. you briefly sighed before planting a lingering kiss on her head again. one of miyabi’s ears flickered with delight.

“ I’m sorry to hear that, my heart. but i know you handled it well today, you always do. as expected from my amazing lover. i just don’t like how you’re not getting any breaks lately. “

if she had a tail, it would undoubtedly be wagging right now. you can feel a small smile pressed against your next. “ . .they’re nothing. and no matter how many missions they give me, i’ll finish them all because of your unshakable support and you having me in your prayers. “

gently, you retract miyabi’s head away from your neck. ruby eyes connect with yours in brief confusion before they shine with soft affection. your hand place itself on her cheek and almost immediately, she leans into your tender warmth, soaking it in to her cool skin. “ of course, i’m yours after all. “

you lean in to share a soft kiss with miyabi who returns the gesture right back. she’s been getting better and more relaxed with kissing recently. you definitely can conclude that she’s a very good kisser now that her stiffness is disappearing away. “ rightfully so. “ the sable haired woman responds back with softness of her own.

“ haha. .rightfully so? do i sense the great miyabi showing off her arrogance? “ you teased, pressing your lips against the right crevice of hers.

“ no, i just firmly believe i’m the only one who can honor you and call you mine. . .however, if you want to view that as arrogance in a way. .then so be it. i do not pay it no mind. “

[hazymoonlinh]

Open your heart and I shall open mine.

(After all, you’re only human.)

Aventurine

Ah.

You’re tired.

It’s that feeling again.

It’s eating you alive. You feel empty.

The air conditioner is at 16 degrees, you’re wearing nothing but a thin T-shirt and underwear.

You open your heavy eyelashes and blinks.

You haven’t eaten anything today, in fact, you don’t wanna eat anything at all. Your phone is out of battery, yet you don’t wanna charge it.

You inhaled. It’s cold. Very cold indeed. Your fingers and your feet feel numb. They’re blushing red and starting to hurt.

Oh but that’s what you wanted. You love the pain, it keeps your sanity at bay. On someday, you can’t help but feel like trash. It makes you wanna cry but no tears ever came out.

You’re lying on your bed, but nothing was draped over you. You can’t move, feeling like some invisible chains pin you down.

Oh how you hate yourself in this state so much, you can’t do anything at all but gnawing the pain in your heart, let the physical pain reminds you of being alive.

You feel sleepy again, and you close your eyes again.

Aventurine has been worried sick. You haven’t answered his texts or calls for the past for the last few days. Why? You always answer so quickly when he press the sent button yet now it’s like a thousands text and nothing back. It’s like you just disappeared.

And he hates that. What if you got hurt ? What if you need his help ? He called your boss and knows that you haven’t been to work for at least 3 days now. What on Earth have happened to you?

This has never happened before, he miss you, he miss your warmth and he’s scared, scared that he might forgot how you look like or sounds like. It’s driving him crazy.

Aventurine throws the phone to the seat beside him, going on max speed to your house. He’s getting anxious, scratching his head and grunts angrily.

“Dammit…”

He slammed the door open, it’s pitched black inside, the usual homey atmosphere is nowhere to be found. Instead, the thing that responds him is a scary silent void. He rushes to your bedroom, open the door and chills immediately running up his spine.

“What the heck…?”

He saw you on the bed, lying there like you’re sleeping. If it’s not for the freezing temperature, he would sigh in relief knowing that you’re ok. He runs to you and shocked by how pale you are, your fingers nails turned purple and you’re so cold to the touch.

He held his breath, bringing a finger up to check your breathing. After confirmed you are breathing, he let out a sigh.

“Sweetheart, wake up. Please, wake up.”

He’s shaking you gently, then drapes the blanket over you after you open your eyes then swiftly turns off the air conditioner. You thought you’re dreaming until you feel his warm hand cup your cheek.

“Sweetheart…”

He pulls you close to him, arms holding you tightly as if he’s afraid. After feeling like eternity, long enough for you to aware what is going on, he finally whisper.

“Do you know how scared I am ? You’re driving me crazy…. I thought…. I thought something bad happened…”

His voice is shaking, and when you pull out and look at him, tears forming in his eyes, threatening to fall.

He looks like an abandoned puppy.

“You didn’t answer my text, phone calls for days…I missed you…”

You feel bad, but you can’t help yourself, you can’t be positive all the time for someone. You aren’t all mighty and powerful, so you drink and torture yourself.

You hesitated, but bring a finger up and wipe his tears. He close his eyes and leans to your touch even though it’s cold, neither of you muttered a word but it’s strangely comfortable.

How odd, you think. For two broken souls trying to heal each others but none knows what they’re doing. You try to say something, but nothing came out. Now you noticed, you feel thirsty.

As if he sensed that, Aventurine gets off the bed, wiping off his face and said :

“Stay still, I’ll bring you something warm to drink.”

And he’s gone to the kitchen. You look at your fingers, it’s still wet from his tears and your heart clenches, you hate seeing others got affected by your emotions, and you hate seeing him cry.

Oh gosh how much you despise yourself right now. Why do things happened this way ? You just want yourself to suffer alone, not him too…

So worthless… If only…if only…

You feel something touch your forehead. You snapped from your thoughts to find his hand, trying to measure your temperature, his other hand holding a cup of steaming hot tea.

“No high temperature, it appears. Here, drink up.”

He offered you the cup and you hold it with both hands. It has a nice fragrance, sweet, and warm. Then, he sits next to you, head lean onto your shoulder.

“I’m sorry, y/n.” He says.

“Why..?” You speak barely like a whisper.

“For letting you feel like this. I know it’s hard, I’ve been through it, a lot of times actually.”

“Hmm.”

“And thank you for being there for me in those time too, my heart. And now, this is the least I can do for you.”

“You’re bad at comforting people.”

“I know, I think you know that better than anyone.”

“Yes, I do. Kakavasha.”

“…”

“I love you, you know.” He said again.

“Hmm…”

Maybe it was you were too thirsty and the tea taste so good, maybe because his comfort words sounds just enough as you want it to be, or maybe your emotions finally got up to you, tears streaming down your cheeks like waterfall, dampened the blanket, blurred your vision. Your shoulder slumped and your whole body shaking. Everything feels so overwhelming, and you didn’t even noticed he took the cup from your hand and placed it on the side, hugging you close and rubbing your back.

“I’m sorry…I don’t know what to do now…I’m just…too exhausted…”

You clung to him for dear life, and you cry in his chest, crying until there was no more tears to cry, until you fall back asleep because you’re too tired.

Aventurine lie you down to the bed, let you close to him while never letting go of you. He whispered:

“Good night, my love. I’ll be here with you.”

He will listen to you when you wake up and ready. Even if you’re not, he’s willing to wait.

[carrotsnake]

Zelda and the Tale of Melusine

I'll be looking at the parallels between Zelda's arc and some Medieval tropes of female metamorphosis, using Melusine: Or the Noble History of Lusignan as an example. Specificially a translated copy of Jean d'Arras's version, since that's the most well known one.

To start, a run down of Melusine:

She's a half human, half fairy woman cursed by her mother for imprisoning her mortal father in a mountain. The curse dictates every Saturday she turns into a serpent from the naval down. She must marry a human man for a long time to slowly undo the curse and become fully human, but he must never see her monstrous form beforehand.

If he does, she'll lose her humanity forever and transform into a dragon.

She meets a knight in the woods, he suspects her otherworldly knowledge comes from "some phantasm or diabolical power", to which she goes don't worry about it kitten. But he likes her so he's like ok! ^_^ yay!

She keeps giving him cool fairy advice, and with it his life magically becomes a whole lot better - he gains wealth, power, and not just him but other people listen to her advice: crops flourish, castles are built. The kingdom is thriving! They love her just as much as he does, so it's no surprise they get married. But there's just one condition, she hides in the bathhouse every Saturday, and he's never to visit or peep at her.

He breaks his promise and discovers her secret. She says he's cursed both of them, and now he's lost her forever: "Be sure that as long as you live I shall always find pleasure in seeing you; but [...] never again shall you see me in female form."

The next passage is as follows:

'Melusine, uttering a very doleful cry and then a heavy sigh, leapt from the window into the void, and as she swept across the orchards she metamorphosed into a massive dragon some fifteen feet in length. [...] In her dragon form she circled the fortress three times, and each time she flew past the window she uttered such an excruciating, desolate cry that everyone wept for pity, knowing that she was leaving under constraint and against her will. Then she disappeared in the direction of Lusignan, letting out such rueful shrieking and strident cries that wherever she passed it seemed as if lightning and thunder were about to split the sky.'

He never sees her again after that. But phantoms of her start appearing in the castle, secretly visiting her children at night and generally just spooking people by standing there menacingly. And that's how the myth is born.

I've already drawn connections through the images above, but what's the point of this?

Like lots of other fans I was irked by the whole 'zelda jesus' thing in totk, yeah it is a little odd that everyone follows her advice without question, and it's never wrong.

I'm curious, if the team was drawing from Western myths, that this was supposed to echo the fae. Especially since most of the quests keep you on your toes on whether this was the real Zelda giving advice, or a fake - a phantom(!) - deliberately sabotaging them. It mirrors how opinions on Melusine were split between a benevolent fae or a demon. Splitting them into two entities though, I can see how that would defang it.

The og text wasn't exactly that nuanced either. I remember my prof joking the message amounted to "always listen to your weird snake wife!" Maybe we SHOULD listen to our weird snake wives.

It's interesting Melusine only interacts with children after the curse - botw+totk imply only young children who are pure of heart can see dragons.

I recommend reading the whole thing if you can find it! Then you can look for more parallels, and read riveting pieces of dialogue such as this:

[tumora-drawings]

Playing his own game...

After a long time, finally got some time to draw again. And now I shall disappear back into the void!

[l3v1s-g4m3r]

Could you please make another replaced MC au? I really loved the first one❤

ask and you shall receive 😈😈

main idea is from my old account but with some touches and more plot

btw this don’t align w the bible this is my om! heaven ranks in here

replaced au mc who did indeed love the brothers, royals, and purgatory boys once and was devastated when they came to the realization they had been replaced.

first it was just cancelling hang outs and dates, saying they promised r/n they would spend time together even though you have had this planned for weeks.

then it was was comparing you to them, saying how r/n has such perfect grades and everyone likes them, what happened to you?

and lastly it was threatening and insulting you when you tried to spend time with them again, being threatened that they would eat you, saying that you should stay out of their business, quite like your first time in the devildom all those years ago.

you had lost the only people who gave you purpose, the only real reason for you to continue living. you had nothing to go back to in the human world, no family, since your family had died long ago. not even a home anymore. no friends. nothing.

there was no need for pacts anymore, they were useless, for when you were in actual danger, no one came to your call.

so you got rid of them. all by yourself. it was painful, you were in agony for days, not that anyone noticed. they were all too busy with the new exchange student.

and then, since you had nothing to live for, that fateful night, you took your own life.

it was a short, but painful death. you jumped off a cliff. in your final moments though, you saw heartfelt memories of your loved ones. your mother and father/sibling(s), your friends. such happy memories.

then came the darker memories, memories of a certain set of brothers and an exchange program that took you away from the people you loved.

then, just white.

you woke up in a bright place in front of an open gate. you trudged forward through the gate, and saw the one and only, who the brothers called, father.

he told you he knew you were strong, and that’s why he let you into celestial. he said you could repent for your time with those demons, all you had to do was follow his orders.

and, you did just that.

your wings went from a dark grey, to a glowing, blissful white. your halo shimmering a bright golden sunset color.

you went from being an ordinary angel, all the way to an archangel comparable to michael himself.

then you became even stronger. even more powerful.

due to your strong ambitions and long-lasting good will, you were given the second strongest rank to father himself;

the holder of the seven virtues.

you thanked father profusely for this position of power and swore your undying loyalty to him.

now, with your new position, you helped run the entirety of the celestial realm.

you had asked the angels to just refer to you as “xeythus” from now on, not holder, or higher up.

a bit after your new ranking was bestowed to you, the devildom decided since they had three human participants in the exchange program, it was time for another angel student.

father thought it would be a good idea for you to go, to see how things were down there. it would be a good look for the celestial realm if you, the highest ranking angel below god, did good down there.

this is about two years after your mysterious disappearance. you disappeared without a trace from the devildom. everyone just assumed you went back to the human realm, finding nothing for you in the devildom. but when diavolo looked for traces of you in the human world, there was no information on you. no death date, no nothing. it was like you didn’t even exist. then again, they just assumed you went off the grid.

the brothers felt guilty for driving you away, but just filled the hole in their heart with r/n. or atleast they thought they did.

deep down, they knew they were just trying to fill the void you left when you disappeared. knowing that it would never work.

now, back to the present. simeon had heard of this new holder of the virtues but didn’t know who they were. all he knew was that the angels liked to call them “xeythus”. luke had heard lots of them, and now looked up to them, maybe even more than michael, after he heard how they had dark wings and managed to clear their name and climb the ranks by doing good. and he was so excited to finally meet them as an exchange student!

the day finally came when the new exchange student would come. the brothers and r/n were in their respective seats, with r/n in your old seat, while diavolo and barbatos stood near where the portal was supposed to show up. the purgatory hall boys didn’t have to be there, but luke was so excited to meet this higher up that they basically had to go.

the room went silent as a blinding golden light appeared where the portal was. the portal was about seven feet off the ground, with seven clear steps each with a sigil of one of the virtues on it leading down to diavolo and barbatos.

a hooded figure steps out onto the first step. they wear a flowy cape with a sleeveless turquoise green shirt that has each of the seven virtue sigils on it. their pants are white and fade into a blue sky with constellations in it. as the figure goes to step on the second step, the previous one turns into a sparkly golden color before fading away. this happened with each of the five next steps until the final seventh step fades and the portal closes into a mist of turquoise green.

”hello! I am diavolo, future demon king of the devildom! welcome!” the very familiar redhead introduces himself, not knowing that you indeed know him very dearly.

you gently pull your hood down and shake you hair around, it flowing gracefully around you as people around the room recognize you.

“why, hello diavolo. I am xeythus mc, the holder of the seven virtues, and greatest helper to father.” you decide to also introduce yourself, to help some people recover from shock and realize that it indeed is you.

mc, the second, or first, human exchange student who disappeared two years ago without a trace.

”m-mc..?!” a familiar tan cloud haired man calls out.

you turn around to see many familiar shocked faces, the one that spoke being mammon.

“it is xeythus, avatar of greed. if you would please call me by that?” you smile sweetly, grin full of nothing but pure genuine kindness.

now they knew that they could never get you back, for you swore your undying loyalty to their worst enemy.

(I really like this one! feel free to use the idea, and please, tag in it if you do! I would like to see!)

[omni-present-god-send]

Ok so I made a short Zestious oneshot-

Pentious sits in the back of his room at the hotel. Hunched over his drawing desk. His lamp being the only source of light in the otherwise dark room. His eyes became heavy as he continued to stare at the, rather blank, blueprints in front of him.

Suddenly the room became cold and he tensed. A single hand wrapped around his waist as another slipped over his mouth. Stopping any noise from escaping. Before he could bite down, a voice whispered in his ear “It’s me.”.

Zestial

Pentious breathed a sigh of relief through his nose. He kissed the hand around his mouth as it slid down to hold his hip. “Wherefore art thee up so late ladybird?” Zestial whispered in his ear again. Sir Pentious only groaned as he leaned into his boyfriend. “I can’t sleep. You know how I get. An idea pops into my head and I can’t sleep until I get it out.”

Zestial hummed as he flicked off the lamp. “I bethink you’re oft to brilliant f'r thy own good. Sleep. The desk shalt be there in the morn.” He whispered, taking off Pentious’s hat and setting it on his desk. “Mmmgh, I need to draw it before I forget.”

The hand on his hip suddenly wrapped around he was hoisted up. Now face to face. Pentious could only stare into the glowing green void that were Zestial’s eyes. “I knoweth thee shall beest able to recall thy creation in the morn. Sleep.” Green magic thrummed gently in his hands as Pentious slowly relaxed more and more. “Dirty…trick…” Sir Pentious mumbled as he finally fell asleep in Zestial’s arms. Zestial only chuckled as Pentious’s head fell limp on his shoulder. Only the sounds of his slow breathing filled the room.

Suddenly, a soft knock sounded at the door. “Pentious? You’re usually not asleep yet. Are you ok?” The voice of the Princess gently called out from behind the door. Slowly it opened. “Pentious?” She visibly holds back a gasp as she looks upon Zestial’s imposing form.

A few seconds pass before see seems to recognize him. Breathing a sigh of relief she whispers in that soft voice again.

“Taking him home for the night?”

“Indeed.”

“You’re more than welcome to join us for breakfast in the morning! Alastor is making breakfast!”

“I appreciate the offer thy highness. However, we has't other plans f'r the morn.”

“Of course. Just know that the offer is always open.”

Zestial hummed in acknowledgment. Holding Pentious close as they disappeared into shadows.

Thanks to @grimfurbybitch for being my guinea pig. love ya!

[lovelykil]

10 days x 10 compliments—

: ➛killua (older ver)

10 days.

I walk outside my home, handbag resting on my shoulder. I look to the side of me to see a tall guy, he looks scary. But his hair seems to cancel out my fear, it's white as snow, messy like he may just awoke from slumber, layered as well with some hair resting on his shoulders. Mullet? If that's what you call it.

my lips tremble to separate,

"excuse me, your hair looks nice I like the style." His attention was brought to me, we made eye contact.

he doesn't say much, he looks confused, going to touch his hair.

"oh? thanks." He responded! I smile with a nod, turning the other way.

9 days.

I step outside my estate, taking in the fresh air. The day is simply perfect, sun is out, and the breeze cool, not so chilly. I wonder, what adventures shall I seek today? Maybe I should go to the Cafe to—

it's him! Oh?

his familiar unique hair catches my eye, I turn my head to seek him. He has on the cutest sweater I've seen! I'm quite jealous to be honest.

men's clothes seem better nowadays.

he knows how to style an outfit too, what taste he has.

my lips fall,

"you have such great taste in clothing." He looks my way, eyes wide. He touches the fabric.

"you think so?" I see a faint blush spreading across his embarrassed-skinned white face. I smile.

"I do."

day 8.

my shoes get stuck in the floorboard as I attempt to leave the void, I grunt, wanting to scream. The floor finally sets my shoe free but gives me more trouble.

my coffee spills, it leaks into the crevices of the underground so I cannot sip upon its bitter taste. I feel like crying.

As I sulk I cough, then I see him again.

he has a keychain of my favorite anime hung on his bag. My eyes light up, forgetting about the spilled coffee.

my lips rip apart with excitement.

"I love that keychain! I also love that anime. You have great taste" He looks up from his phone, recognizing my face.

"you do?"

"mhm-mh!"

day 7.

I watch the stars fill the night sky with a faint sigh, sitting on the stairway. I feel low. Wish I could twinkle like a star in the galaxy. I think I'd make a pretty star.

or not.

at least I'd be gone.

my chest tightens and I cough.

I thought I was going to be alone but he comes to join me, stepping out of his door. A rail separates our homes, it's see-through I can see him sit as well.

his eyes are low, tired maybe. He has such a pretty shade of blue, they remind me of.. sapphires.

I cover my slight cough and speak.

"you have such pretty eyes in this moonlight, they are like gems." He whips his head, those eyes widen. He's surprised. He's blushing more than before.

"my.. my eyes?" he trembles.

"That's what I said didn't I?" I giggle. He doesn't say anything, he shyly looks away.

I look away to admire the sky, "they seem to sparkle, wish I could." I mutter.

day 6.

sweep sweep I go,

no time for being slow.

though,

my lungs seem to fail.

I'm moving like a snail.

I fear.. it's growing worse.

I sweep as much as I can, even when coughing up a storm.

wish I could quiet down, people are looking at me!

it's just a cough I promise... nothing to fret about.

"looks like the dust is getting to you huh?"

"it quite is, haha." I shift around to see him once again. He's leaning on the rail, watching me. He soon joins me, for unknown reasons I cannot explain.

he grabs my broom from my grasp and sweeps, the dirty particles join the grass and ground. They seem to disappear in my sight.

I watch him, feeling myself smile. I.. wonder why.

"now your stairs are clean, though you should clean them often. This was messy." He hands me the broom. I nod.

"you're too kind." He looks to blush again, his eyes darting away from mine.

"it's.. nothing really."

day 5.

I wait for him outside his door, the aroma of fresh cookies fills the city air. Eight cookies rest on a glass plate I picked out just for him. I begin to smile; the thought of his face brings me joy for some reason.

but my chest grows heavy, my brows scrunch in discomfort. I feel.. sick.

the door clips to reveal the silverette, and I fix my posture quick. He stands infront of me as I raise the plate.

"I made you cookies, they are fresh. I wanted to thank you." I give him a shy smile, even my cheeks heat up. He stands still, unable to say a word.

"idiot! You didn't need to do this.. I was just being nice!" His cheeks flush. I set the plate down, tilting my head to the side.

"and your kindness I dearly appreciate, do you not want my gift..?" I stare up, almost frowning. He opens his mouth to respond but he fails to do so.

he sighs.

"no I'll.. take it. Thank you." He retrieves my plate and I smile wide. "No thank you." He stares at the plate then at me, a smile tugs his face, and I can't help but admire.

"you have such a pretty smile.." He freezes, his milk-white cheeks take a shade of hot pink. "h-huh?! I.. uhm I have to go.."

"o-oh wait!" The door slams before I can reach out. My hands curl and I sigh momentarily. I step off his staircase carefully but faulter at the last step.

my lungs feel like fire, I can feel something awful running up my esophagus. I hold my hands out and cough.

I cough till I get this sensation out of my body.

once I stop, my weary eyes observe my palms, there's blood, alot.

day 4.

It's raining out, I hide under my umbrella. The sounds of droplets hitting it is loud, I love the rain but I feel weak today.

I step down my staircase, carefully once again. But these three steps are making my lungs weaken, and I have no idea why. I huff, trying to catch my breath.

I need to fetch tea. Maybe it will help.

I hold the rail, breathing heavy.

just start walking already!

I can't.

"gah?! It's raining it was just sunny a few minutes ago.." a voice makes my head motion up. It's him. He's wearing a light jacket doesn't seem enough for this whether though. He looks annoyed.

I slowly walk over with a tired smile.

"do you need an umbrella?"

"won't you get wet?"

"we can walk together if you don't have an umbrella." He stares at me, looking like he is going to start freaking out. His face looks so red. I wonder what he is thinking.

"are.. you sure?" He steps off. I nod.

"I could use your help anyway, if that's okay." I give him the umbrella once he reaches me. He looks at the object then at me.

"what might that be?" He grabs the umbrella. I go silent, only for a second. My hands latch on his free arm with a heavy breath.

"warmth." I shiver. He tenses up, that I can feel. It almost makes me giggle.

"o-okay."

"you're very warm, like a teddy bear." I walk. He walks as well, remaining quiet. I can hear him scoff quietly to himself and look away.

we walk in the rain together, this felt.. natural in a way.

day 3.

He's in my house. We are watching a movie. We are.. close. I feel nervous. My cheeks heat up looking at him. I invited him over for dinner, just thanking him once again. He seemed hesitant to join me, I could tell he was growing nervous but he applied.

and now we're here.

my body moves on its own, shuffling closer.

why am I moving?

he doesn't stop me when I lean my head on his shoulder, it felt like he was.. but he stopped.

maybe.. he was enjoying this as much as I was?

"you didn't move?" I whisper.

"did you want me to?" he asks.

I lean away to look at him, his eyes meet with mine soon after. I shake my head, growing lost in his sapphire eyes.

"no.." there was a pause. The pause felt like years passing us by but then I leaned in. Closer. Making the space between us uncomfortably close. He didn't stop me again, he inched towards me as well.

his eyes lower to my lips then at my eyes, we have the same idea. I feel his breath on my own, only inches away from connecting. I turn my head to properly kiss him.

"your lips.. they look so.. soft." I mutter.

but I feel a sharp pain in my chest, and I groan in discomfort. My brows scrunch more as I start to cough, away from him. His expression changed three times, he was flushed, puzzled then concerned. Maybe it was all three together as he went to my aid.

"are you okay?!" Why is he freaking out like that? The cough isn't so..

there's blood on my hands again, I feel.. dizzy.

"im.. fine really. I'm just tired! I'm so sorry!" I sit up and apologize. I wipe the blood off my hands in a swift move, maybe he didn't see the blood more so concerned about the coughing.

"are you sure?" He sits up. I nod, giving him a reassuring smile. "I am."

day 2.

I don't awake from my bed, I lay in anguish. The day calls me but I simply don't think I can get up for another day. My body aches, I cannot.. breathe.

it feels as if nails were piercing through my lungs, and hell itself set them on fire. I don't.. understand why I feel the way I do. I've had this sickens for 10 years.

but I always over came it, will I this time?

of course you will! Stop thinking of such thoughts. You need to see him tomorrow! And you will!

him. yes. him.

he's so.. effortlessly pretty.

what was his name again?

...

she wasn't at her door today. Maybe she slept in. The silverette thought, looking over at his neighbor. He sat down near the rail, looking over. His heart sang for her, a feeling he wasn't quite familiar with.. but he enjoyed it.

a crush? he blushes at the thought.

the albino sits up to walk inside with a disappointed sigh.

day 1.

The birds chirp, singing their tune for the morning. Leaves brush against the concrete as the wind picks them up to scatter them elsewhere. It was a beautiful day. It wasn't to cold nor to hot.

sapphire eyes made sure to fix himself for her, he didn't know why but he felt the need to look good. Maybe they could start hanging out and walk somewhere. He didn't care he just wanted to be with her.

he opens the door, sits on the staircase, and waits.

shes usually out of that door by 10, he made sure to take note of. Again, wasn't sure why he did.

he waits more.

5 minutes turned to 15.. 15 turned to 20 then 30 then an hour.. and..

night fall.

he had fallen asleep but was awoken by a cat. "huh?" he looks down to spot a black cat with green eyes. The animal seems to wrap its tail around his leg, acting rather unusually. It pulls and tugs for him to get up. He doesn't comply at first, trying to shake away the thing but when it scratched him he finally listened.

"fine I'll listen!" He stood up, wiping his clothes. The cat walked its self into her apartment, the door being slightly open. He raises his eyebrow, what possibly could this cat want that's inside of her house?

bigger question, why was her door opened?

he steps inside, looking around as he follows the cat. His snoopy eyes search her apartment, it is very tidy and it smells like cinnamon apples. His eyes met the strolling cat, it led him to a room but now its pace accelerated.

he's stunned, picking up the pace as well.

why am I even following a cat in the first place? he wonders, all this didn't make sense!

she didn't come out yesterday, her door was opened, and there was a cat leading him somewhere.

what did all this mea—

in just matters of seconds he enters a room, shes there.

but she's not well—no no. She looks.. drained.

his steps are quick but also soft as he approaches her bed. He's conflicted seeing her in such a state.

what happened?

"is.. is that you?"

"huh?" She opens her eyes, they land on him. He simply nods.

"yeah.. it's me. Are you okay?" He looks at her. She covers a light scratchy cough and laughs briefly. "Me okay? I'm fine."

for some reason, he doesn't believe her.

she sets her hand on her sheets, she sighs to herself looking up. He remains watching, unable to move himself.

"you know, I always wanted to shine."

"shine?"

"yeah, like.. like a star." She smiles, it's weak but sincere, to the best of her ability. He finds himself reaching out for a chair he found near her bed and drags it where she laid.

his heart was pounding, is he scared? nervous?

"a star huh?" He looks up to her window. Her head nods but then covers up a rough cough with her fist. His attention was quickly brought to her, concerned for her well being.

"that cough sounds worse than a few days ago.. do you need medication? Or maybe I can take you to the hosp—"

"no no I'm fine! Really.. it's just a cough." She insists, her hand touching his as she sits up to persuade him.

his blue eyes fell on their touching hands.

he looks at her, his eyes sparkle. she smiles.

"you'd make a beautiful star, you know?" her hand lands on his face. Her soft smile burns inside his memory, his face can't help but heat up. He can feel himself melting in her touch.. he feels so..

safe.

unusual feeling, who was this girl anyway? He's only known her for a little over a week, but he feels so collected with her. He wonders why.

"I forgot to ask.. but your name?" He mutters. Her hand escapes his touch, she giggles lightly.

"It's y/n. what might yours be, neighbor?"

"killua." her eyes sparkle with fascination. He notices.

she lays back into her pillows, coughing once more then laying her hand down.

"killua huh? what a pretty name." She looks up. Killua rises from the chair, he's holding onto her sickly hand, he feels something horrible about to happen.

"killua.. do you think I'll be able to sparkle one day?" She spoke, barely in a whisper. She's growing weak. His grip around her hand tightens, he feels an aching pain in his chest.

"you already are, y/n."

"you think so?" She looks over at him. He nods, smiling at her. His brows seem to knit though.

she rests her head and sighs, she holds his hand and breaths one last time.

"I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"okay."

He watches her, and for a brief moment, he feels his heart shatter. He knew what was happening, why did this hurt so much then?

her hand soon felt cold. Her grip was no longer strong.

shes..

killua sits on the chair in silence. The cat from before jumps on her bed to cuddle up next to her. The scene was entirely dreadful, even though no tears fell from his face to show his sorrow he felt numb inside.

his neighbor— no.. a girl.. he felt connection with died in front of him. He takes a moment to collect himself before he picks up his phone to dial 911.

the phone picks up quickly.

"911, what is your emergency?"

he trembles, his breath hitching.

"someone I know has died."

...

killua sits on his stairway the next day, though the night has arrived. He hadn't done much today besides wash her plate and set it on the dish rack. He's quieter more than usual. Maybe he should invite his close friend over, Gon. Maybe it will get his mind off..

he looks up suddenly, an unknown force motioning him to do so. The sky was lacking stars tonight, it was all dark blue barely any of them out tonight.

he's puzzled by this but then he sees it.

his eyes largen.

there in the middle of the sky, sparkled a beautiful white star. It made all the tiny stars around it jealous by it's beauty. When he looked up it looked to sparkle more in his gaze.

his sapphire eyes were drawn in by this bright star, the more he gazed upon it the more it seemed to twinkle. A smile fell onto his lips when he realized, the silverette whispered,

"hey y/n."

[qiutls]

TNGDH 019

Blink. Blink.

Only the blue system window shined in the empty black space. I finally came to my senses and reached for the system window with a sigh.

[ (*Д>゜<)o ]

Hey, hey. Don't cry. You've already seen me die once, this is just whatever.

To be honest, I thought since I died once, this would be child's play, but it's not easy to die twice. When I felt the pressure of the falling chandelier, I thought I'd rather bite my tongue and faint. In the end it seems like I really fainted.

I opened my mouth to ask the system, slowly touching the blue window. 

"I'm still unconscious right?"

[ Shall I turn off "Summon"? ≧ ﹏ ≦ ]

"No, don't release the skill now, just restore my consciousness for a bit."

If you lift it now and we're still at the banquet, or if there's people around me, it's gonna be a problem.

Above all, Kyle already thinks I'm suspicious, if I disappear in front of him again, who knows what will happen. It's going to be hard to make excuses.

[ Restoring consciousness! ]

[ 10... ]

[ 9... ]

[ ... ]

Why are you counting down?

I stared blankly at the system window slowly filling up with numbers.

'H-hey, don't tell me?'

[ 1... ]

The system window and black space disappeared in an instant and I was filled with pain once again. I gasped as if I had just been pulled out of water. I bit my lip, in order to swallow the scream that was rising out from my throat.

"Ugh!"

This is crazy. How is someone supposed to survive this. It hurts so much. I frantically curled my trembling body. My vision was blurry, and my back felt hot after being scraped by the chandelier. 

I tightened my grip on my collar and looked around. First of all, it seems like I was all alone, and the location seemed to be the study! Maybe Kyle brought me here, anyways it's a relief...

"Hey! System! Release now! Release the skill! Please."

I cried out in a desperate voice. When I first died, it was so sudden and quick and I didn't feel any pain, but this time was no joke. There was a reason the system was counting down; it was time to get ready for the pain.

White flashed around my body once more, like the chandelier's light earlier, and then when I opened my eyes, I was back in the hamster house.

― Squeak! [ Ack! ]

My body started slipping and rolled down the slide.

System, can you please position me properly next time?

 [ (；′⌒`) ]

That's right, you must be anxious too.

I sighed deeply and lay on the sawdust. My body and mind kept tingling. Well, the incident was prevented somehow. It all worked out in the end. But did my small body really block that big chandelier? That's ridiculous.

I only survived because that was a body I "Summoned." Maybe I made that decision because I knew I wasn't sacrificing my real body. Though it's true that my body moved before I could think.

'Kyle must've been very surprised.'

I turned and lay on my back. I got off the slide and tried to touch my back that was hit, but my arm couldn't reach it. I tried to touch it with my other hand but to no avail, I could only touch a void space before I put it down.

I piled the sawdust thickly in front of the house and sat on it, watching the event unfold.

Several doctors flooded into the study, only to find a patient missing, with just the bloody clothes left behind. All of them were quite shocked at the scene.

'That's understandable.'

The grand duke himself urgently ordered for them to check up on patient but he disappeared.

"W-where did he go?" "Search everywhere!"

The doctors talked amongst themselves, and started to search the study, but they couldn't find a soul.

No but why are you searching under the sofa and under the desk? You're trying to find a patient, not an assassin, do you think a patient would be able to crawl under the desk?

Soon, heavy footsteps started banging and the door of the study burst open. The man whose strides were quick and hasty stopped in front of the sofa. He seemed to clench his fist and called out to the attendant outside with an angry voice.

"Search the castle, he couldn't have gone far."

Excuse me, grand duke, you sound so much like a villain right now, what's with that voice.

The attendant quickly ordered the guards to move and search for the young man, while Kyle held his forehead and sat down.

That image burned through my eyes. If he's gone, then he's gone, why do you care so much. I'll return when I need to save you anyways. It's all for the miracle value.

'So, don't be too affectionate. Whether I'm a hamster or a human.'

I embraced the macadamia like a cushion, watching Kyle pick up the clothes I left behind. The white tailcoat turned dark red that you couldn't have guessed its original color. The back was completely torn and bloody, it seems like it won't come off easily even when washed. Too bad, that outfit seemed expensive.

"I wish you never accepted this flower."

Kyled murmured holding my clothes. The flower in the front pocket, was originally a flower with red petals, but due to the accident even the leaves turned red, and the petals were torn.

"Then we, no you, wouldn't have to dance."

His voice was full of guilt.

Don't say that it was going to happen whether you gave it to me or not. I couldn't stop Belial from going to the banquet, so I had to intervene myself. It's purely my choice and purely my fault, so don't.

'Well, I can't do anything about it now.'

I'm sorry, your hamster has a big liver...

*liver = courage, just in case you forgot*

*

The noisy grand banquet still ended quite successfully. I'm not quite sure how Kyle managed it, but once he left me in the study and came back to the banquet, it seems that he was able to calm the protests and solved the situation well.

Some royal nobles were stirring up trouble that the prince was heavily injured, however it seems Kyle was able to handle the situation but sharing the fact that the chandelier in question was given by the imperial castle. Adding to that fact, the budget the North receives is less than half of what the imperial family gets, so there was no way that the North would've been able to buy such an intricate chandelier.

Not to mention, though a big deal almost happened to Belial, I, a Northerner, saved his life and prevented things from becoming too ugly. In any case, this incident was solved.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Sen glanced at me with a worried look and checked carefully from head to toe.

"I'm fine~"

I said while waving to distract Sen from the issue. She's already asked three times this morning.

Of course, this body is not fine, but it seems like the system used some stuff to mend it, so it no longer felt that much painful. Though, if anyone were to hit my back, I think I'd jump to the ceiling from surprise and pain.

I chewed on the maple pecan pie Sen brought me. The sweet and savory taste managed to comfort the hidden wound a lot.

"...Yesterday, I went to Prince Belial's quarters."

I almost spat out the pie at her declaration. I looked at her with my eyes wide open.

"Huh? Why?"

"You probably didn't see it, but His Highness protected me at that moment and was cut by glass debris. And well, you know everyone was out of their minds yesterday, and His Highness Kyle even mobilized the guards to look for you. There was no one to attend to his wounds so I..."

She said, and then looked at me suspiciously once more.

Don't look at me like that, I had a reason, okay?

"Anyways, he wasn't seriously injured... But he wouldn't have been hurt if he did not protect me."

I looked at her who strangely became depressed, so I said casually while finishing up the pie,

"He's a man who will be king of this country someday, it would be bad if he's someone who abandons his people."

"What's that word they use again, pride?"

I scratched my nose awkwardly, I needed to be careful of using the correct terms. 

"But, you know..."

Sen said gloomily, I waited for her in silence to finish ehr sentence. But I feel like I could read her mind, Sen's goal was revenge, now that she's closer to Belial, it's much easier to find an opportunity to carry out her wishes.

In order to achieve her goal, it seems like she needs to go to Imperial City. In the original novel < The heart of Winter > was set in the Imperial City where Sen was a maid in the Imperial Palace.

However, right now Sen is living in the North, so it's not easy to go to the Imperial City.

She needs power, whether it's to arrive at her destination, or to exact her revenge.

"What's wrong, tell me."

"...His Highness asked me to be a maid at the Imperial Palace."

Well, that's Belial's decision. You're a maid who knows a lot about the North, and is the one Kyle showed interest in, I'm not quite sure if Belial asked you to go with him because of affection or because he wants victory over Kyle.

There's no way a man like him, doesn't at least think like that. But it doesn't matter what his intentions are, since to Sen, it is much more important to get to Imperial City and to be able to have the prince as his backer.

"I think that's great!"

"...I know"

Sen agreed but she didn't look happy. It seems her situation is much more complicated than I thought. Was it that difficult to leave even though this is one step closer to her goal? Maybe she's grown attached to the North?

"I just think sometimes..."

Sen whispered.

"It may not be that bad to live with my past covered up."

Revenge is like a quicksand, even if you have gotten your retribution, it won't be easy to let go of the grudge. The only thing that is constant is the feeling of emptiness. The moment you step in, it will sink slowly and endlessly.

Well, what do I know. Whenever something unfair happened to me, I was sick of it and wanted to take revenge. The world is not a good place for a child who lost his family to live all alone.

At least, I know this part of Sen's thoughts. I have no choice but to know.

"And yet..."

I was going to say something, but I closed my mouth at Sen's words.

I know, you yourself chose this kind of goal. As for me, I didn't want to put up with it, so I emptied my heart and avoided my feelings, but you wouldn't.

You're strong. You probably won't miss this chance, no matter how you feel about leaving the North.

I thought about it. Sen's fate as Serena, is something certain, whether someone transmigrated into her or not, it was something that wouldn't change.

"Make a choice you won't regret."

That was all I could say.

Then, Sen smiled at me, though she looked like she was about to cry.

t/n: so sorry for not updating for 4 days! i've been so busy with life, i'm hoping i could get back into translating more chapters soon since i also want to read the novel quickly QAQ 

[gege-wondering-around]

WIP whenever

@dontcallpanic tagged me for this while @seaweed-water tagged me for a WIP wednesday, but since i know i'll be on the ground, limping by wednesay, i'll mix it up here and give a long piece of WIP (warn ya, no correction have been made so if you see anything, peeka boo)

Soon enough though, a howl pierced his ears and his spine stood on high alert, arms falling from his sides to form fists by where they hang near his hips; eyes turned around, scanning and searching, desperately wanting to believe he wasn’t being completely fooled but that the small sentences he had heard from a conversation between Derek and Deaton were true. “Derek?” The name fell into nothing and Stiles backed away until his shoulders hit the West wall, where the sound had come from, where Derek presumably could be; behind the wall. He kept standing, always on edge knowing there still was the chance of a bigger threat then the room itself showing itself in front of him, aware the fox spirit wouldn’t let anything happen unless it got its fair share of anguish from them both; Stiles braced himself when a stinging, cold sensation rad down every single vertebra of his spine, making his knee buckle as his ass hit the floor. Curling in on himself, he refused to give up and kept himself from passing out because of the freezing temperature around him, leaving the room seemingly unaffected and shining in its warm red color.  Before his eyes could close despite his best attempts though, another howl came, filled with an unshed grief Stiles didn’t want to hear ever again. “I’m here big guy, but I gotta ask you to find me,” Stiles murmured when the wall behind him disappeared, head falling back into a black void he didn’t care to look at… From a far off speaker, Stiles was sure he was hearing a buzzing intermittence, filling his ear with cotton; he couldn't see anything, but he was used to such small tricks, even if it still made the fear swirl in him, banging on his chest to get out. Besides, it didn’t surprise him when a familiar voice spoke, still lingered with the flickering sound of a broken radio. “Stiles…” The Nogistune called from the void all around him, his vision non-existence, “there’s some intricate string going on between you and this wolf…” The boy froze slightly at the mention of Derek, glad he was really somewhere near but scared of what it could lead to, although he had no time to wonder about neither when the voice caught his attention once more. “Shall we play with them?” Before the boy could wonder if Derek heard the question as well and before neither could notice, the rooms came back to their vision, mixing in as one, long purple lighted space in which both of them were now standing, eyes darting around until both landed on the other, causing a motion to erupt in the small confinement of the room. “Derek!” “Stiles!”  Both felt the pull to close the distance. And they did.

p.s. @dontcallpanic this is from your prompt... hope you like it!🤭🫂

[sigmaelxgr]

Hey there

been a while!

As some of you may know already, I left ESO in november. Its been three years now that its been harming me more than bringing me joy. I stayed mainly bc I felt the passion and need to share stories w other people. Living them in liveRP is still today the very core of my love for roleplaying. Drawing used to help me fix ideas but never got as satisfying as creating whole plots w mates.

For around three years, I noticed a switch in the global behavior and relation some people had with RP. It grew an evidence year after year that what I seeked through RP was about to rarify, and it did. Ive been remaining kind of a ref for the community I used to admin back then, but ended slowly left unsatisfied. My friends and my own practices were beginning to be considered elitism, for we loved to share our thinking process. What we thought was the very base of RP became percieved as disposable, useless, a pain in the ass, even when answering lore questions directly adressed to me. I got hurt and stayed here way too long only because I used to trust we had to remain visible, that our practice was as valuable as any other, that if we tolerate other kinds of RP we shall be tolerated either. It is not what happened.

-> Many other subjects should be in this category, but ill sum up with; i have an exhausting feeling of giving away energy for it to be met with indifference, hostility and sometimes atrocities. If you have been a moderator of a place with more than 400 people in it, you know. If you have been a girl, or female, or a she in a community, you know. Ive been dealing with atrocious behaviors I feared nobody if me would take seriously, and when I left administrating, what I feared became true. I got forced to come back and faced even more problematic behaviors bc victims were left alone and distrusted by the actual moderators. It drained me, i felt like I screamed to the void for 4 years.

Through those years, Ive been exploring more, deeper and deepest pve. I loved it and got a pretty decent level at it. To be fair, im quite proud and sure of myself about it, but since High Isles and the release of the desastrous update that came with it, lots of friends lost trust in the game direction. I remained, bc i loved vDSR, but grew evidently bored as oakensoul got released and became the meta (yes, even in vRG HM), then came the arcanist, and I couldnt anymore. I love this game so so much but pve became unilateraly the same. Hybridation destroyed theorycrafting, which is my primary niche of enjoyment about pve. The revendicated accessibility in fact destroyed skill ceiling, making arcanist the go-to class so so more prevalent in every situation with no risk high reward, I got pressured to play it to the point I disgusted myself of it... AND THEYRE EVERYWHERE. I grew bitter, waited for each update that could counterbalance the arcanist undisputable domination, and got my necromancer’s blastbones removed... necromancer being my main and favorite class. Trust got crushed over once again.

Then, the price. The crates. Chapters, DLCs. The housing... God I love the places I built to RP in. I fcking wept at the idea of them disappearing one day, so much memories and love are stored in it. But fuck how its expensive as hell, predatory as hell. I felt trapped here by melancholia and nostalgia on a platform that lurks for my money.

Well yeah. With a sour heart, I left. With sour heart I evoke it. I spended bright hours here and had so much fun, but recent years were disappointments after disappointments. I feel sorrow, because this precious character of mine is such a pillar for me... But you cant remain somewhere that harms you, and I stopped relating to the newest people in my own community.

Its been great and I hope someday we’ll gladly meet again and pve again, I hope the game goes saner, I hope the love for art and lore comes back in the community I adored. I had so much in store that will remain stucked in my head until played, i cant get satisfied with barely drawing and writing. I just hope it goes better.

[fakesimp]

The Sorcerer & The Demon

Warning !

Fluff ; Comfort ; Mentions of Physical Affection ; Mentions of Anxiety, Frustration, Desperation ; Mentions of Marking ; Established Relationship

A/n !

Okay (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ last part as I promised ! Thank you for the Reblogs and Likes (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

Also decided to post this on Shu's birthday since I don't think I got the chance to write anything for his b-day (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠), anyways,

Happy Birthday my Beloved Sorcerer, Shu Yamino (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

<- Part II ||

➶◜◝➴

How long has it been?

It's dark, and cold. Again.

You should've bought the Shikigamis with you, it would've made them find you much quicker.

But what if they couldn't find you? What if they decided to let you be here? All alone inside this kidnapper's household.

Dark thoughts slowly flooding in, you were just started to live with them for like for 2 months.

They've taken care of you ever since your first meeting, it was nice. It made you feel alive again. You missed their voice now, there's not a day goes without hearing their voice. Vox's flirty remarks, Shu's identic smile.

Why do you miss them so much? You've only been with them for 2 months, it is still a short span of time. At least that's what you thought. You slowly pull your knees up to your chest, slowly hugging it as you close your eyes, silently praying for them to save you.

. . .

"It has been a week Shu, is there no sign of them yet?" The Demon asked, a week is way too long for comfort. They're getting more anxious each second pass by, Shu who Constantly not taking any rest trying to find you, sending his shikigamis out to trace your essence.

"I am trying Vox, I know it has been a week, I haven't go take a rest ever since their disappearance. I am trying my best here Vox" Shu replied, sounded a bit desperate also frustrated, Vox could only glare down at the tatami floor under him. Not because he's mad at The Sorcerer he's mad at himself not being able to go out find you.

"Then, Let me, go find them, Shu." Vox finally voiced out his suggestion, Shu looked up at him, he frowned for a moment. Before letting out a sigh, "Okay, ..I let you go out from my range, but return before the sunset tomorrow." He ordered, and then right after he said that, the magic golden chains that's wrapped around his wrists and ankles breaks into pieces. "But, if I have found their whereabouts, I am catching up to you." he continued as he look at The Demon.

Vox kneeled before Shu, summoning his katana, "I shall now take my departure, I will return soon." With that Vox disappeared, leaving only a mist behind.

Shu sighed once more as he ran his fingers through his bangs, he's not going to rest, definitely not, he's still going to find you, at least, your essence to know where you are.

. . .

One, two, three, four, .. hours have passed ever since Vox's departure, one of the Shikigamis he sent out returned in a hurry, bringing the expected good news.

"Good job, now lead Vox and I to where they are."

Shu stood up and walked away, the moment he stepped out of the room, he teleported away. Only leaving behind bits of his purple pink fire behind.

"We're going to find you."

. . .

Does your life story really ends here? Do you really have no choice? You're now chained up. Nowhere to go now. You're stuck here.

The kidnapper is not a human, it is a yokai, there's no way you can fight them, you're just a human, if you decided to fight them, you're definitely digging your own grave.

The sliding door that slowly opened up awakened you back to reality, you look up at the door. Seeing the Yokai smiling down at you, they coo as they approached you. "There There.. Do you know who you're living together with?" The Yokai whispered at you as they crouched down in front of you, "The Mysterious, yet Strongest Sorcerer. And The last Akuma blood line, now turned into the strongest Demon." They explained as they stared at you no emotions. Eyes empty, void of life.

"And Seeing you living with those two so casually, when you're just a mere human? Do you know how many Yokais out there want to be friended those two?" You shook your head as you stared back into the Yokai's dead eyes, "There are thousands, yet here you are. A mere human manage to catch their attention and live together with them even." The Yokai grabbed your face so aggressively that you let out a whine from it, "L-Let go!" You struggled as you tried to push their hands away, only for them to tighten their grip.

"Know your place Hum-"

"Hands off."

A familiar low voice rings through your ear, your eyes widen up at the voice, "V-Vox!" He let out a chuckle as he heard you calling his name. "I'm sorry little human, It took us this long to find you.." he apologized as he walk up to the Yokai and You, his golden eyes glows as he approached you.

The Yokai who was so confident now shaking in fear, facing Vox Shaking as he kneeled down to the floor, their forehead are on the floor. You look down at the Yokai in front of you, then up at Vox. His eyes staring down at the Yokai before him, and then you felt something tugging at your arm behind you.

It was the Shikigamis, it took a bit while before they manage to release you free. "Go out little human, Shu is outside waiting for you" The Demon said and glances at you, a smile slowly appeared, "Don't look back and just keep walking." He said as he saw you slowly standing up, slowly walking pass him.

Oh how shocked you were when you saw the footstep coming from the door leaded to Vox's, and the moment you stepped out, you saw Shu burning the last dead body. His face looked so gloomy. But it soon disappeared and his violet eyes glows slightly when he sees you, "You're okay-!" He said as you both walk up to each other.

The Sorcerer reach out his hand to your cheek, gently rubbing his gloved thumb along your cheek, his eyes soften up, "I'm sorry it took us a whole week for us to find you.." he whispered. He sounded so regretful, disappointed.

"I'm glad we manage to find you, seeing you still in one piece. If not.." Shu stopped he then pulled his hand away, leaving you hanging, "Oh look at you two, being all sweet and stuff without me" Vox said as he swing his katana to the side with a bit of force to let the blood off from his katana.

Vox sheathed his katana as he walk up to you and Shu, Vox's hand soon reach out to you placing his hand at the left side of your cheek, gently rubbing his thumb along your cheek. "I'm glad you're okay." He sounded so soft, you blinked slowly as you look up at him. And then Vox pulled his hand away, smiling towards you "Let's go home now shall we?"

. . .

"I believe we need to do something about you.." Shu said as he frowned a bit, thinking of something.

You, Vox and Shu are in Shu's room, thinking of a way about how to prevent the uneventful things to happen in the future. "Well, There is, a way.." Shu whispered, bit his voice are a bit hesitant. "And that is?" You asked him, but the way Shu glances at Vox, making Vox frowned too.

"Are you sure it's the only way?" Vox asked, knowing what Shu meant, "Do you have any other ways?" Shu asked, they both continue discussing leaving you completely clueless at the discussion.

After awhile, both of them then looked at you, "Let us hold your hands" Shu requested as both him and Vox extended their hands to you. You tilt your head a bit confused, but you reached out both of your hands anyway.

The both of them held your hand gently, and the moment they leaned their faces close to your palms your eyes widen up. The next second you felt both of their lips on your palms, your body shivered a bit at the sensation.

After a few seconds, they both leaned away and gently rub their thumbs along your palms. They then released your hand, you look down to see what did they do.

There was nothing at first, but then slowly red markings started to appeared on your palms. You look back up at them, "Personal marking of protection for our Little human" Vox replied as he smiled at you, then the smile slowly turn into a smirk. "Or you could say that it is a marking of ownership-" he teased making your face went hot, The Demon let out a chuckle when he sees your reaction.

"But it is something to let other Yokais know, you belong to someone.. or certain, .. people" Shu said, whispering the last part as he closed his eyes, clearing out his throat before letting outa soft chuckle.

You look down on your palms once more, oh, now where did you see that mark again?

You frowned for a bit, slightly tilting your head. But then it clicked, you shot your head up and see the same exact mark on Shu and Vox's foreheads. "..no wonder it looks familiar" you said as you then look back down at your palms.

"Don't worry, little human. You're now safe. We will not let anything. Bad happened to you." ...

Ever since they put the marks on your palms, no Yokais dared to approach you, whenever they see you they'll back away from you, with a bit of intimidated look on their faces.

. . .

That was 5 years ago, your encounter with the two men have changed your life entirely, they're now your lovers. You've decided to gave up your life as a Shikigami, now living an eternal life. Together with the two.

Waking up from the sound of birds chirping at the window, you slowly opened your eyes, you tilt your head down slightly to see a glimpse of a familiar raven haired male snuggled to your chest. A soft breathing behind you, you then look over your shoulder to see Vox's face. Sleeping peacefully behind you as he draped over his arms over your waist and Shu's arms.

Oh right, last night these two were drinking.

"Shu.. Vox.. wake up.." you gently pat Shu's head and then Vox's, making the two shifted in their sleep a bit before slowly opening their eyes. Shu slightly looking up at you, kissing your collarbone, humming in Satisfaction, "Good morning.." he whispered.

Vox at the other hand started kissing your shoulders, "..Morning to both of you.." he greeted you and Shu, "Is your head okay?" You asked them both, Shu went quiet, "..It is hurting quite bad" Vox replied as he snuggled his face at your shoulder. "Indulge me will you, hm?" He said as his hands started roaming on your body under the futon. "..I could just make this headache gone, but I don't think my mind will let me register the magic" Shu said and let out a chuckle.

"Come on, let's get up, I'll cook up some soup for you two" You said as you tried to get up from the futon, only for you to be pulled back down again, Vox who was laying on the futon now are on his sides, resting his head on his palms, while Shu at the other hand are snuggling into you from the side. "..Is this how we're going to start our day?"

"Hahah, come on now, it's still early anyway.. you can cook us the soup later, love"

"Yeah.. my head is throbbing, let me at least hug you a bit longer"

Both of them didn't let you go, you're stuck in between them, you could only sigh lovingly as you rise both of your hands and gently pat their faces. "Fine, just a bit longer okay?"

"Thank you my dear, Love you"

".. Mm, Love you.."

You're so glad that you can spend the rest of your life with them, you let out a small chuckle, "Love you too"

©fakesimp . 2023

A/n !

There ! That is all for The Sorcerer or The Demon fic ! I hope you enjoyed this, fufu~

Also I'm sorry, this have been sitting in my drafts ever since i uploaded the second part.. so I still have that, color exaggeration.. I'm sorry

[rosedragonblast]

This bitch makes me go from Asexual to Doubtsexual, so here is my take about how, imo, Melinoe and Zagreus can properly meet each other.

Hades sits upon his throne, finally feeling a bit of relief. His heart beating slowly, tension disappearing into the air. There is still a lot to be done, a lot of things to be put in place.

Some of the gods are still trapped, unable to break free of the chains which Chronos and his minions casted upon the realm. But, even so. With much arrogance, the Titan stated that his chains are not to be broken by any godly creature. Yet, Melinoe found a way. Her stubbornness, combined with wit, sharp mind and compassion promised to bring a beam of light into this dark world in it's worst times.

House of Hades stands strong still, among the demon spawn who try to brake in, desperate to free their master. In the dark depths of the Underworld itself, somewhere where only Chaos may reach, stands a prison, which now serves as a permanent place of rest for the Titan of Time himself. Chronos screams into the void, but only turning it to the music of victory for one young goddess.

She stares into the darkness. Not scared, joyous or sad. Tired, but satisfied. Her purpose, her life-long dream of vengeance. Finally coming true before her own eyes, by her own hand. A feeling, sweeter than anything nectar could provide, lingers on the tongue. It's not how Melinoe imagined it, but she can't complain. If the fates so decided, it's not her place to argue about the taste of her triumph.

The goddess stretches herself, rubbing her hand and turning around. Coming out of the pits of the Underworld, feeling a hard floor under her burning feet, Mel lets herself adjust again, before making a few steps forward.

Hades, already deep in his work, notices his daughter. He feels her more than sees her. Turning his head, the God of the Dead looks at her with a hint of soft expression.

— Are you feeling well, Melinoe?

— I'm quite well, father. Just...Tired, i suppose. There is still a lot of blood of the Surface running through those veins. I need to adjust, heal. But all will be fine, I know it. Nothing shall stop me from completing my quest.

— Don't rush, daughter, — Hades sighs, his face shifting into slight concern. — You shouldn't go at it alone. Now, that you have support of the House, of Hekate and your associates, you shall lean more into their help. I think they'll be happy to oblige.

— I think I shall choose my own path in regards to finishing off Chronos' forces. But, thank you for the concern, father. I really should let myself breathe out for a bit.

Hades puts his hands against the table. Melinoe adjusts her hair, going further into the House. Something always rings, sounds and bangs in here. Souls moving along, some of the workers getting head first into their work. Melinoe goes out of the way, going towards the river Stix.

A pair of green and red eyes look at her from the reflection. Mel leans into the railing, as if trying to ask something of the red water. She listens. And it answers.

Hearing a faint whisper, guiding her up the stream, Melinoe hesitates. Another one of Chronos' tricks? Doesn't seem like it. The titan shouldn't have such an influence on the realm to affect the waters of the Stix to such an extent. Thinking for just a bit, Mel braces herself, closes her eyes and lets her body fall into the water.

Hearing distant gasps, the princess looks around. If feels...Like home. The water doesn't reject. It embraces, with all the arms of the dead swimming through. Melinoe holds her breath, trying to hear the whisper again.

It catches up to her. Louring her away. Feeling like she has to catch a breath, the goddess sees something familiar. A figure frozen in time. It holds up a sword, as if it's trying to fight an unseen foe. Opening her eyes wider, Mel reaches out. Further and further in, the water becomes thicker. It almost stops, barely holding on. Melinoe makes a final effort to grab the silhouette, her fingers holding onto their clothes.

Suddenly feeling herself being pulled up, Melinoe swings the frozen body into her arms.

Stix spits them out in a flash, with goddess gasping for air and coughing out the red liquid. Catching her breath, Mel sits up, trying to fill her lungs with the much needed cold air of the Underworld. Turning around, taking in another breath, she opens her eyes even wider, flapping her wet eyelashes.

Zagreus, laying on his back, stares into the seeling, as if he's trying to understand if it's another part of his endless dream. Melinoe goes closer, leaning over the god of blood. Zag rubs his eyes open, seeing a mirrored pair of red and green. Mel gifts him with a very soft smile, knowing exactly who she's staring at.

— Who is this water-drenched goddess, if I may ask?

— Your little sister, I suppose.

— You seem a little too big to be a little sister.

Melinoe laughs. She smiles just like their mother does. Zag pauses for a second, seeing Mel's beautiful, relaxed face surrounded by lights, created by fire lamps.

— Silly.

Mel leans closer, leaving a gentle kiss on her older brother's forehead.

[electrificata]

Is there, like, a story behind salt your stink?

In the beginning there was VOID, who had two daughters; one (the smaller) was that of BEING, named ERIS, and one (the larger) was of NON- BEING, named ANERIS. (To this day, the fundamental truth that Aneris is the larger is apparent to all who compare the great number of things that do not exist with the comparatively small number of things that do exist.)

Eris had been born pregnant, and after 55 years (Goddesses have an unusually long gestation period-- longer even than elephants), Her pregnancy bore the fruits of many things. These things were composed of the Five Basic Elements, SWEET, BOOM, PUNGENT, PRICKLE, and ORANGE. Aneris, however, had been created sterile. When she saw Eris enjoying Herself so greatly with all of the existent things She had borne, Aneris became jealous and finally one day she stole some existent things and changed them into non- existent things and claimed them as her own children. This deeply hurt Eris, who felt that Her sister was unjust (being so much larger anyway) to deny Her her small joy. And so She made herself swell again to bear more things. And She swore that no matter how many of her begotten that Aneris would steal, She would beget more. And, in return, Aneris swore that no matter how many existent things Eris brought forth, she would eventually find them and turn them into non-existent things for her own. (And to this day, things appear and disappear in this very manner.)

At first, the things brought forth by Eris were in a state of chaos and went in every which way, but by the by She began playing with them and ordered some of them just to see what would happen. Some pretty things arose from this play and for the next five zillion years She amused Herself by creating order. And so She grouped some things with others and some groups with others, and big groups with little groups, and all combinations until She had many grand schemes which delighted Her.

Engrossed in establishing order, She finally one day noticed disorder (previously not apparent because everything was chaos). There were many ways in which chaos was ordered and many ways in which it was not.

"Hah," She thought, "Here shall be a new game."

And She taught order and disorder to play with each other in contest games, and to take turns amusing each other. She named the side of disorder after Herself, "ERISTIC" because Being is anarchic. And then, in a mood of sympathy for Her lonely sister, She named the other side "ANERISTIC" which flattered Aneris and smoothed the friction a little that was between them.

Now all of this time, Void was somewhat disturbed. He felt unsatisfied for he had created only physical existence and physical non- existence, and had neglected the spiritual. As he contemplated this, a great Quiet was caused and he went into a state of Deep Sleep which lasted for 5 eras. At the end of this ordeal, he begat a brother to Eris and Aneris, that of SPIRITUALITY, who had no name at all.

When the sisters heard this, they both confronted Void and pleaded that he not forget them, his First Born. And so Void decreed thus:

That this brother, having no form, was to reside with Aneris in Non-Being and then to leave her and, so that he might play with order and disorder, reside with Eris in Being. But Eris became filled with sorrow when She heard this and then began to weep.

"Why are you despondent?" demanded Void, "Your new brother will have his share with you." "But Father, Aneris and I have been arguing, and she will take him from me when she discovers him, and cause him to return to Non- Being." "I see,"replied Void, "Then I decree the following:

"When your brother leaves the residence of Being, he shall not reside again in Non-Being, but shall return to Me, Void, from whence he came. You girls may bicker as you wish, but My son is your Brother and We are all of Myself."

And so it is that we, as men, do not exist until we do; and then it is that we play with our world of existent things, and order and disorder them, and so it shall be that non-existence shall take us back from existence and that nameless spirituality shall return to Void, like a tired child home from a very wild circus.

[thedemoninme141]

Blade Of Miquella The Epilogue: Reunited With Woe.

Summary: Wednesday finally reunites with you. Warnings: Death, Afterlife. Previous Chapter 👉 Here Blade Of Miquella Chapter list and Celine's other works

I wrote this as an epilogue for Celine's Blade Of Miquella, in hope that she won't be mad at me when I myself am reunited with her again. Lyrics are from Sheryl Crow's "I shall Believe", Celine's favorite song.

"Remember me as much as you can..."

She had been doing just that, faithfully, for the past 62 years, 3 months, 22 days, 19 hours, and 14 minutes. Counting every moment without you.

Enduring this torturous separation had never been easy. The coldness that had once been her solace had turned into a relentless torment during these 62 years. Each night, she dreamt about you; each morning, she woke up without feeling the warmth of your embrace. Every day, she hoped and silently prayed to any deity that might listen—her only wish, to be reunited with you in the afterlife.

Now, hooked up to countless machines in a sterile hospital room, she was sure that this was her time. Fear gripped her as she contemplated what lay ahead. Even the promise of heaven without you felt as frigid as the void.

Enid stood by her side, holding her hand, tears welling in her eyes. 

"It's okay, Wednesday. You can rest now. She is waiting for you."

With a sigh of resignation, Wednesday finally allowed herself to close her eyes.

Come to me now

But when she opened them again, it wasn't the sterile hospital room that greeted her, but her own room—the room that she and you had shared, painted in both your colors, adorned with your flowers and her stories.

And lay your hands over me

She looked down at her hands, and the wrinkles and signs of age had disappeared. She stood and caught sight of herself in the mirror—her younger self, just as she had been on that night, the night you left her.

Had it all been a dream?

Even if it's a lie Say it will be alright And I shall believe

The cold breeze from the windows pulled her out of her thoughts, she looked out only to see a different scene, a lake, a beautiful lake that had one of her many fond memories, your first date with her.

I'm broken in two And I know you're on to me

Right on the side of the lake, she could see another place she and you shared, A tree with familiar scarlet leaves. 

That I only come home When I'm so all alone

Rubbing her eyes, she could see clearly, someone sitting under the tree.

But I do believe

Never in her life, Wednesday had run so fast, never in her life had Wednesday felt her heart beat so fast. 

That not everything is gonna be the way You think it ought to be

It had to be, it must be, because she had no idea what she would do if it wasn't...

It seems like every time I try to make it right It all comes down on me

Right now, till she gets to the tree, all she can do is a bad habit she learned from you.

Hope.

Please say honestly you won't give up on me

And that face, that peaceful face absorbed into a book so much that you can see the story of the book in their eyes, the face that had warmed her once stone-cold heart with its gentle presence, the face that had been etched in her memory.

And I shall believe

"Would you mind if I sit here?" "Never in eternity." you smiled looking up, Wednesday felt her heart becoming warmer again by your smile. A surge of emotion overwhelmed her, and Wednesday couldn't hold back any longer. She rushed forward, dropping to her knees before you, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "It's really you," she whispered, her voice catching in her throat. Her hands cupping your cheeks so slowly as if you would fade away by her touch. "I've missed you every moment, every day. And now..." she whispered.  You reached out, your hand tenderly cupping her own cheek, wiping away a single tear that had dared to fall offering her what she longed for all these years. Leaning in, she closed the remaining distance between you, her breath warm against your lips. Her kiss was gentle yet filled with an intensity of emotion that words could never convey. It was a kiss that spoke of longing, of aching, of all the love that had been bottled up for decades. Your lips met, and the world around you disappeared. The years melted away, and in that kiss, you tasted the bittersweet essence of a love that had withstood the test of time. It was a kiss of reconnection, of shared memories, and of a future that now stretched out before you, promising an eternity together. Time flowed differently in this place, and you didn't know how long that kiss lasted. But when you finally pulled away, there was a newfound lightness in both your hearts. Wednesday gazed at you, her eyes shimmering with tears of joy, and she whispered, "I thought I'd lost you forever." You smiled, your fingers gently tracing the line of her jaw. "You never lost me, Wednesday. I've always been here, waiting for this moment. And now we have this moment forever." With another tender kiss, you sealed the promise of your eternal love, knowing that no matter what lay ahead in this afterlife, you would face it together, just as you were always meant to be.

I hope I wrote it to Celine's liking, I am not really a writer 😕.