#past akumas

[vector-to-the-heavens]

i had thought something looked ever so slightly off about that shot of akumura laying on the ground and brushed it off as the new animation style but on closer inspection

her eyes are purple here!! not her usual dark pink!

[biggesthomuradefender]

the way so many ppl believe that homura is truly an “evil devil” and that madoka was “just fine” being a god, when the ENTIRE point of madoka magica is that humans, especially human emotion and morality, is much more complicated than black and white, is just… wow. it’s really wow.

[blueberry-bubbles130]

Unworldly Compulsion and Consumption au. Fanfic snippet two.

(CW: Description of dead bodies. Slight blood and gore. Brief mentions of disease and nuclear war/radiation sickness)

They often say silence is deafening.

There are other phrases that relate to the concept of silence, of course. “Silence is golden” “speak of the devil” and many more to count. Though most of those expressions are, or at least can be interpreted as neutral, maybe jovial even.

This however, couldn’t be further from jovial.

In this moment the silence was deafening.

And every single second of it was horrifying.

She was speaking. More of an incoherent rambling in fact. But still she could hear her own words as clear as the sky outside.

“M-Mama…..P-Papa. Please…Please, say something. Y-You’re….why, why won’t you say anything?”

But of course her question fell on deaf ears. And no one else was around to answer. Not that the answer to her question would make any of this better, if someone had been around to answer it. For the answer to why Chloe’s parents weren’t answering was obvious.

Andre Bourgeois and Audrey Bourgeois were dead.

Dead. Lifeless. Whatever you want to call it. Their corpses sat slumped against the wall of her fathers office at City Hall. The sun that shone through the windows above them, gave Chloe a horribly detailed view of it all.

The sun touched the top of her fathers grey hair, making it look lighter than it already was. To Chloe it seemed impossible that sort of thing could happen. She could barely remember a time when her father hadn’t had all grey hair. Combined with how the light made the top of her mothers hair seem golden. It made it look like they had little halo’s above them. Yet the light didn’t stop them from looking any less pale. Pale sickly skin, with sunken dark eyes just made things worse. Thank god that their eyes were closed. That might’ve broken Chloe even more. They just looked disheveled. Her fathers shirt was stained with a sticky red fluid from the hole in his chest. A small trail of blood running from his mouth. Red marks around her mothers neck, her head resting on her fathers shoulder loosely.

it’s more than cruel for a child to have their parents ripped away from them by the cold hands of death. But this?

Maybe only the devil himself could have dreamt this up. Well Hawkmoth could now. Maybe Hawkmoth was worse than the devil.

Nevermind that though.

“Wh-Why? C-Can one of you just…just please……..

Chloe stopped speaking and looked down to the floor. A small pool of tears had formed on the glossy wood. Yet more tears still kept running down her cheeks.

Her hand reached out shakily towards them. If she managed to shake them a little, then maybe, just maybe they would wake up. They would wake up and it would all be okay. Hell! She’d throw all caution to the wind. She didn’t care if they found out about what she was now. She did not care. As long as they woke up and she could bury herself in her parents warm grasp. Just like she was a little girl. Then everything would be okay.

Everything would be okay.

She gave the sleeve of her fathers suit a tug. Gentle at first. Then a little more rough. Until she was practically shaking it. When it was no use, she moved to her mother. She grasped Audrey’s hand in hers. Both hands were equally cold. But to Chloe her mothers hand felt far colder than her own. The fact that her mother didn’t refrain and try to gently pry Chloe’s hand away was enough to know the truth.

Neither of them were going to wake up anytime soon.

Everything was not okay.

So she did what any child would do.

She cried. She cried harder than she had ever done before in her life. Sniffling turned to tears. Tears turned to crying. Crying turned to sobbing. And then the sobbing became a deep guttural shriek. Her unholy cry rang through the air. Right out into the streets. A truly unholy shriek. The type of cry that if it was heard, would stick with a person for years to come. One that no other person was around to hear.

This was wrong.

It was wrong.

So very very wrong.

Now the thought might have been in the back of her mind. Brewing since she was what-ten maybe?

the assumption that she may outlive both of her parents was there. Nearly no child really thinks about death on a deeper level though. She never thought about it in depth before. And this was no way to confirm that assumption. A child shouldn’t have the reality of the world come crashing down

in the most horrific way in a mere moment. Though that's just how it worked sometimes. Like now.

Chloe just didn’t know what to do.

In her mind it was like an akuma attack had never even happened. Instead it was like a genuine world ending event that couldn’t be reversed; Not in any way. The streets were flooded with infected corpses. Pus and mucus leaking out from noses and mouths. That damned song, beckoning her down the death-filled path to city hall. The only remaining adults in Paris she cared for, that she expected to find alive, in fact dead. And having died by the akumas hand, rather than the disease he had spread. It had shattered whatever was left of her world.

Her parents were powerful. She knew that. That was really all she knew about them. Her father had power in politics, her mother had power in fashion. People listened to their word. Yet, this only proved one thing.

Her parents weren’t impervious monoliths of power.

They were not going to hold power forever. Power does not last. One day her parents just were not going to be around. Not there to talk to. Not there to help her. Not there to protect her.

And her mind just wouldn’t stop thinking. Horrific revelation after revelation, leaving her questioning every single aspect of her life.

So…so if this were to really happen. Say a disease did come along and wipe everyone out. Would she be alone? She hadn’t been affected by this at all; probably to do with the whole dying thing. That would mean she’d be alone though. She’d be all alone with no other human to talk to. Her enemies? Gone. Her friends? Gone. Her family? Gone. Would it be the same if it was nuclear war? Or would that leave some survivors? But what about the radiation sickness? That would be even worse seeing people wither away in the bout of sickness.

Her mind was a rapidly growing mess and she didn’t know what to do.

Something.

She needed to do something. She thought about what she could do. Not that she knew much about what happened to dead bodies after, well death.

“Respect…..you…you give the dead respect…unless they were bad……Yeah..That’s…..how it works.” She thought.

Besides in Chloe’s mind, She couldn’t-she did not want to leave her parents slumped against the wall. She could put her father back in his chair at his desk. But then there’d be no room for her mother and she didn’t want to separate them.

She pushed herself up weakly. Hands trembling, tears still trickling down her cheeks. Her head turned to the doorway, before her head immediately snapped back to her parents. She had to make sure they were still there. She was hoping they’d be alive when she looked back. That this was all just a horrific nightmare. But they weren’t.

She looked to the other side of the desk, seeing the other two chairs there. She could drag them over and put them into the chairs.

“Y..Yeah…...”

She staggered over to the chairs, her breath still heaving from the crying. Her hands locked onto the arm of the chair. A loud scratching sound rang through the building as she dragged the chair to the other side of the desk. Drag marks ruining the polished wood. She did the same with the other chair, pushing them both beside her fathers chair. Wiping her eyes, she allowed herself a breath and looked out of the window. Except her eyes were drawn to something else.

Another body slumped onto the chair. The chair that her father would typically sit in.

“Oh…….” she whispered.

In all honesty she’d forgotten about him.

He looked completely normal now. No longer the akuma powerful enough to infect nearly the entirety of Paris and watch it die. Save for the holes all over his chest. Who would’ve guessed that a regular person could murder an akuma? Well Chloe was no longer a regular human. But the point still stood. The only thing that didn’t change was the damage. You can kill the akuma, but the miraculous heroes must reverse the damage. And Chloe didn’t have that power. So all she could do was reach forward, grab him by his collar, and throw him as hard as she could onto the floor. She had to get that disgusting usurper out of her father’s chair. She dragged his corpse to the doorway and left him there.

Then it seemed time slowed down again as she walked to her parents. Who still were just sat there, slumped against the wall.

Her parents.

Oh god….this hurt. Why her? Why now? She sniffed as tears began to run down her face again. This just wasn’t fair. She was only a child. Still she continued.

Pale small hands that trembled reached out to her mother. Her hands delicately held Audrey, as Chloe pulled her towards the chair. As she pushed her mother onto one of the chairs, her head flopped a little and Chloe stopped.

“No…No…please! Don’t do that!”

She slowly repositioned her mother so she would look…..comfortable? That wasn’t the right word, but the only one in her mind. The process was much the same for her father. Slowly pulling him to the chair and pushing him onto it. Some blood dripped onto her hands from the hole in his chest. And Chloe found holding him rather odd. He was more…..thin? More bony? Yeah…..More bony than she thought.

Eventually she’d finished it and sat down on the chair between her parents, in front of the desk. Her head tilted down as she stared at the smeared blood on her hands. Little drops of saltwater tears falling onto them. Her chest heaving for breath from the crying and movement. She couldn’t bear to look at the blood much longer, and leant back to rest her head against the softness of the chair.

Only then was it that her mind broke as another thought clawed its way to the front of her mind.

The chair.

The very chair that she was sat on was in between both of her parents. The chairs that her parents were sitting in were from the other side of the desk. Chloe was sat in the chair her father sat in for work. That meant Chloe was sat in the mayor of Paris’ chair.

Her mind had already abruptly realised power didn’t last. He had killed her parents, taking their power away. But she had killed him, taking his power away.

So where did that leave her in the grand old game of power?

Did this mean she was more powerful than her own parents? That was another horrifying thought. Her parents held power. They were supposed to protect her with that power. But right now they couldn’t. So as time moved forward, she’d become more powerful than them. Just like right now. One day, that could come at any moment, she would be more powerful than her own parents. And she just didn’t want that power anymore, if this is what it was like.

Unable to bear such thoughts anymore, Chloe let out a final guttural unholy shriek. And began to to cry once again.

When there were no tears left to cry, Chloe leant against the chair. Her hands grasped both of her parents and she squeezed them tight. Her voice was soft and quiet as she spoke. Not that either of her parents would hear her.

“I love you.”

At some point her eyes closed as sleep consumed her. All the while the sun began to set, bathing the room in a golden light.

It was true what they say.

Silence is deafening.

[poupeesdecirque]

Doodle batch, I miss having time to just randomly doodle here and there.

[dolichomorph]

manifesting a new bee!chloe in season 6 🕯️🙏🕯️

[signatureartsblug]

Signa's Mizu Mizu No Mi + Helio's Hoshi Hoshi No Mi

[just-sp-in-inginthevoid]

君が僕らを悪魔と呼んだ頃, volume covers

part 2

[artzychic27]

I got a little inspired by @weaverofink’s post from a while back along with some people with asks about Monarch being a fashion critic/designer

[kawaiichibiart]

Okay but seriously

WHY THE FUCK COULD LITERALLY ANYONE ACCESS LADYBUG'S GODDAMN YOYO?!?!

Like, come on. Why the hell were Felix and Gabriel easily able to open (Felix) and access what was inside (Gabriel)??

You'd think each respective miraculous user would be the only one to access their weapons fully. But nooooooo. You can access them completely.

I can accept someone else being able to use Ladybug's yoyo for actual weaponry or as a way to get around (like a grappling hook).

But the fact that apparently anyone, or at least anyone who's ever wielded a miraculous, can just open it and take whatever's inside?? They don't need to be the one wearing the ladybug miraculous...

I wouldn't be surprised if it at some point someone else was able to purify an akumas and cast the miraculous cure, simply because they used Ladybug's yoyo. I mean if the bad guys could open her yoyo and dig through it, who's to say another good guy can't be the one to cleanse everything (this is obviously an exaggeration brought to you by my complete irritation, but my point stands).

[giggly-squiggily]

Here’s a random question for you on this Monday afternoon - which character(s) do you think can sing really well? Whether through natural talent or tons of practice? 🤔

Hope you’re having a good beginning of the week! 😊❤️

Hehe, yes! A question for Monday afternoon- totally didn't forget to answer this until Saturday, nope! Not at all...👀🤣

Nah but seriously- I've gotcha friend! :D This is a fabulous question AHH!

Right off the bat- RIGHT OFF THE BAT: Chuuya. He's got an amazing voice and a wide range of musical taste, so if you're lucky and catch him in the act, you'll be treated to a mini performance! Dazai will sometimes sit by and listen in, just out of sight so Chuuya doesn't stop. He might not know many of the songs he's singing, but my god does he love it!

Also: Zenitsu! I've said this before, but the electric blonde has a really good singing voice! Just like his skills with the Shamisen and Koto- his hearing allows him to make sure he's pitch perfect. Also; he's just got a really nice voice, you know? When he's not screaming and freaking out; it's incredibly soothing to hear!

Joe from Sk8? He loves to sing while cooking! He mainly sings in Italian for the vibes (and to wow the pants off the kids- they didn't know he could sing- let alone in a different language!). He also knows those incredibly romantic love songs he saves especially for Cherry when they're alone; it's one of the few things that'll fluster him and Joe is living for it!

Gordon can sing opera. No I will not elaborate.

...okay fine akljrekarjkejkrj I think he mainly picked it up cause he tends to mumble so much? Opera requires you to really bring it, so he figured if he learned to do so, he'd have an easier time speaking a bit louder. The results?...He still mumbles TwT' But now there's the added effect of him singing opera while in the bath and everyone assuming the Bull's base is haunted kjarjkekjrakjejk (I love Gordon so much akrjajerje)

Yor is a good singer- she sang lullabies to Yuri all the time when they were kids and things were difficult; and she sings them to Anya whenever she's having a bad dream and needs comfort. Loid sometimes will listen in whenever she sings to Anya cause it reminds him of his mom doing the same thing years ago.

Finally, cause it's me and I wanna yell about Blue Lock- I think Nagi is a surprisingly good singer? He's one of those people who have tons of hidden talents, you know? Maybe one day he hears Chigiri singing something under his breath (credit to you friend for the hc that Chigiri can sing :3) and joins in cause he recognizes the tune- it's likely from an anime they both watched at some point. Now the redhead's all: ??? Cause he didn't know Nagi could sing and Nagi's all "Why'd you stop?" cause he was starting to get into it kjarjkekjrjkaejrk

There's so many more, but I'd end up writing a whole novel of characters I think could sing if I didn't stop here ajejrarjajkrjk

Honorable mentions go to:

Akutagawa (BSD): He plays the piano as well!; Mikasa (AOT): She doesn't sing all that much, but if she did it'd be the prettiest sound ever!; Mitsuya (Tokyo Revengers): The man has pipes! If you catch him in the Home Etc. room after school working on the Toman Jackets, you'll find out he's got one heck of a singing voice!; Finral (Black Clover): Him and Vanessa can sing- sometimes they do little duets!

Thanks for asking!

[tuxxydo]

fighting games have a part of ur game where i can see the BACK of the character model pls

[ellcrys]

oh man guys i found my og dgm liveblog tag lmaoo

guess i can compare my reactions from 10 years ago to my current rewatch reactions lololol

[biggesthomuradefender]

the fact that homura resents herself for her own (perceived) selfishness and coldheartedness is so sad to me.

[aro-aizawa]

simpleman is such a dumb episode but i have a soft spot for it anyways

[literaphobe]

i know ladybug only asked joan of arc but what i wouldn’t have given to see her KEEP asking every single past holder. just going through all of them like HEYYYYYYY did you ever share any romantic tension with the holder of the black cat miraculous. have you ever needed to kiss them to save them from the effects of an akuma. ever found out your greatest deepest desire was to spend the rest of your life with them in holy matrimony. every time someone asks her why any of this is relevant or goes ‘no wtf…?’ she rolls her eyes and selects the next holder to talk to. some holders get forced to witness her 64 slide powerpoint presentation on why dating chat noir is such a good perfect awesome idea actually <- accompanied with 217 pictures of him looking soooo cute and rawrrrrr, sourced from her own camera roll and anything good she found on the internet

[stripclub-elysium]

Back in the ancient days, there was a being called Akuma, a massive demonic entity having claimed many women in it's life until the demon was finally slain. But Akuma's terror let a scar behind that could only be healed by forgetting his existance and erasing every single information about him.

And now the demon was stalking Zelda, his eyes fixed on his first of many women to enslave

Open RP Starter: Out of Time

Zelda prided herself on knowing things. Study and knowledge were gifts she adored and cherished, and when faced with an obstacle to overcome, she was always quick to turn and research it out to find the answer to her problem. So it didn’t come easy for her to admit that she had no idea how she’d ended up where she was, or even the faintest thought of how she’d get back.

She did, thankfully, know enough that she recognized the land around her as Hyrule—or, at least, the land that would one day become Hyrule, but the scars and landmarks that told of the wars and cataclysms the people had faced in its founding were nowhere to be seen. This was Hyrule in its ancient past—a dangerous time, where monsters ran amok, and death was always right around the corner. Which meant, before anything else, Zelda needed to find a safe shelter, and soon!

Because, unbeknownst to her, she already had company following her on her way…

[Non-Con RP~ Monstrous and Evil muses preferred]