#sleep well daimon…………

[katabay]

Daimon is one of those characters that feels so tailor made to what really gets the gears of my brain going. I’m obsessed with him. anyway. technically, this is jacket sharing? uhhhh. set during some indeterminate time where there’s a brief respite from The Horrors

[the-mortuary-witch]

SATANISM INFO

WHAT IS THEISTIC SATANISM?

Theistic Satanism, otherwise known as traditional Satanism, is a religion where we worship one or more supernatural beings. Our major deity, Lord Satan, is often viewed as a father/brotherly figure. Although, some theistic Satanists actually believe in a version of the Egyptian God “set”.

Regardless of which one you believe in, none of them resemble the Christian Satan (we do not worship the biblical Satan). They both share the qualities of the symbolic Satan, which are sexuality, pleasure, strength, and rebellion against Western mores. Satan as an entity can be found all throughout Paganism as several different Gods.

The same role, the same realm, etc. He also traces back all the way to the Egyptians. The term “Satan” originated in Judaism as a title for those who were opposers and accusers, many people held that role, not just one. The role can also be seen throughout different Pagan Gods as well. Many demons hold the role of a Satan, there is not just one. They are not all abrahamic and certainly are not evil.

Theistic Satanists follow a more Pagan lifestyle, as it is considered a Pagan religion. Therefore, the Satan we follow also has Pagan aspects. Not biblical whatsoever. Worshipping the biblical Satan and believing he is not evil is actually Diabolism, not Theistic Satanism.

Theistic Satanists never have and never will worship the biblical Satan.

Don’t listen to anyone who says we do and that there is “only one” Satan. They’re very uneducated.

WHAT IS ATHEISTIC SATANISM?

Atheistic Satanism, otherwise known as LaVeyan Satanism, is an atheistic branch of Satanism made in 1966, where you do not believe in a supernatural being, rather they view Satan as a symbol. There is no God nor Satan, the only “God” is the Satanist themself.

Atheistic Satanism is a religion that questions authority, stands up for the truth and fights for justice.

Atheistic Satanism also takes part in magic and rituals of self-empowerment and therapy (not everyone does, but many do). As defined by LaVey, Satanism is celebration of the self. It encourages people to seek their own truths, indulge in desire without fear of sociable taboos and perfect the self.

UNDERWORLD GODS:

• Cerberus: Hound of Hades, guarded the gates of the Underworld and prevented the escape of the shapes of the dead.

• Charon: ferryman of the dead.

• Cronus: King of the Titanes, and the hod of time.

• Erinyes: three goddesses of vengeance and retribution.

• Hades: King of the Underworld and god of the dead.

• Hecate: hoddess of magic, witchcraft, the night, moon, ghosts, and necromancy.

• Hermes: the guide of the dead who led souls down to the Underworld.

• Hypnos: god (or Daimon) of sleep.

• Moirai: three goddesses of fate.

• Nyx: the goddess of the night.

• Persephone: Queen of the Underworld and goddess and spring growth.

• Thanatos: god (or Daimon) of non-violent death.

FAQ:

HOW CAN I ASK A DEITY RESPECTFULLY THAT I WOULD LIKE TO WORK WITH THEM?

To ask a deity respectfully that you would like to work with them, you could say something like this:

"Dear (deity's name),

I have heard great things about you and feel a connection to your energy.

I am seeking guidance and knowledge, and I was wondering if you would be willing to work with me?

If you are interested, please let me know what I need to do to establish a connection with you.

Thank you for considering my request,

(Your name)."

After you have written the note, you can either keep it as a record of the prayer or dispose of it in a way that demonstrates respect and gratitude. If you decide to keep it, you can place it in a special box or file to keep as a reminder of your connection with the deity. For disposal, you could burn the note as an offering to the deity, to represent sending the message with your intention and energy. Or, you could bury the note in the ground, as a way of returning it to the earth and giving thanks for the energy and guidance you received.

IS THERE A TIME LIMIT TO LEAVING OFFERINGS OUT FOR DEITITES?

There is no specific time limit for leaving offerings out for deities. You can leave offerings for as long as you feel that they are needed or wanted, and then take them away when you feel the connection has been made or when you feel it has run its course. It's important to be respectful of the deities and to approach offerings with the intention of connecting with them rather than simply "paying tribute." As long as you're mindful and respectful of the deities and their energies, you can leave offerings for as long or as short a time as you wish.

DO I NEED TO ASK EACH DEITY IF THEY WOULD LIKE TO WORK WITH ME BEFORE PRAYING TO THEM?

It's not necessary to ask each deity if they want to work with you before praying to them. However, it can be a good idea to do so out of respect and as a way of establishing a connection with them. Each deity has their own personality and energy, and different deities may be more or less willing to work with you based on your compatibility and their own interests. By asking first, you're showing consideration and respect for the deity you're wanting to work with, and they may be more likely to respond positively to your request.

CAN I USE ONE ALTAR FOR PRAYING TO MORE THAN ONE DEITY?

Yes, you can absolutely use one altar for praying to more than one deity. Each deity has their own energy, but using one altar is a convenient way to streamline the process. By having one altar, you can create a space for all your deity work, saving time and effort on setup and cleanup. Additionally, you might find that the synergy of multiple deities on one altar provides an even greater connection between you and the deities you're working with.

CAN I PRAY TO MORE THAN ONE DEITY IN A DAY?

You can absolutely pray to more than one deity in a day. Each deity has their own energies, so it can be beneficial to invoke different deities at different times for different purposes. For example, you might pray to Lucifer in the morning to gain strength and confidence, and then pray to Lilith in the evening to gain insight and inspiration. There's no right or wrong way to work with different deities, so feel free to experiment and find what works best for you.

DO I ALWAYS NEED TO GIVE OFFERINGS TO DEITIES I WORK WITH?

No, you do not always need to give offerings to the deities you work with. It's a matter of personal preference and the individual relationship you have with the deity. Some people give offerings to establish a connection and build a relationship of respect and reciprocation. Others may have a different arrangement with deities that may not involve offerings, such as exchanging energy or favors. Ultimately, it is up to you and the deity to determine what arrangement works best for both of you.

DO I HAVE TO USE A HAND SIGN WHEN PRAYING?

Some people feel that using a hand sign or gesture when praying to a deity can help you to better connect with their energy and express your intentions. However, it's not a requirement. The important thing is to make sure that you are being sincere and genuine in your prayers. The deity you are speaking to won't require any specific gestures from you, so focus on communicating your true feelings and desires.

CAN I USE THE SAME OFFERING BOWL FOR OFFERING STUFF TO MANY DIFFERENT DEITIES?

Yes, you can absolutely use the same offering bowl to make offerings to multiple deities. This is quite common and can be a respectful way of showing gratitude to multiple deities or expressing your devotion to a variety of energies and forces.


When making offerings to multiple deities, it's important to keep in mind the differences in their energies and preferences. You should make sure to choose items that are appropriate and relatable to each of the deities you are offering to. You can experiment and see what combination of offerings seems to suit the different energies you are working with best.

WHAT DO I DO AFTER OFFERING A PHYSICAL OBJECT TO A DEITY THAT I CAN’T BURN, EAT, OR DRINK?

After offering a physical object to a deity that you can't burn, eat, or drink, you can keep the offering as a sign of devotion and appreciation. You could display the object on an altar or shrine dedicated to the deity, or place it in a special spot in your home as a reminder of your connection with them. The important thing is to show respect and gratitude for the deity's presence and influence in your life.

It's up to you whether or not you would like to cleanse the object after offering it. Some people believe that offering items to deities can create a spiritual connection or attachment between the deity and the object, and that a cleansing can help to reset the energy and clear out any negative energies that may be lingering. If you feel drawn to cleansing the object, it can be a good way to ensure that it is a pure and clean vessel for the energy of your deity.

WHAT CAN I USE TO CARVE A DEITY’S SIGIL OR RUNES INTO THEIR CANDLES?

• A sharp, pointy object such as a knife or pin.

• Sewing needle.

• Wood-burning pen or tool.

• A marker or felt tip pen.

• The edge of a metal object (e.g. a pen or paperclip).

• Paintbrush: to apply acrylic or oil paint for more elaborate designs.

• Small tool: You can also use a small chisel or carving tool to carve the shape of the sigil or rune into the candle.

WHAT CAN I USE TO CLEANSE AN OBJECT?

• Moonlight: exposure to moonlight can be a powerful way to cleanse an object of negative energy.

• Natural cleaning agents: you can use natural cleaning agents such as salt water or herbal infusions to cleanse an object.

• Smoke: burning incense or white sage is a common way to clear negative energies and cleanse objects.

• Sound: you could also use sound such as bells, chimes, or chanting to help remove any unwanted attachments to the object.

• Energy clearing: some people utilize reiki or other forms of energy clearing to remove negative energies from an object.

• Burning herbs or sage (or other cleansing materials): is a common and straightforward way to cleanse and purify an object.

• Sound cleansing: playing certain tones, mantras, or frequencies to cleanse is a simple and effective method.

• Water cleansing: spraying water or soaking an object in purified water is a simple and effective way to cleanse and purify it.

• Crystals: using crystal energy and/or placing crystals on or around an object is a unique and effective way to cleanse and purify it.

HOW CAN I TELL IF SOMETHING IS A SIGN FROM A DEITY OR IF IT’S JUST A COINCIDENCE?

• A physical sensation or feeling: when you pray or meditate and experience a physical sensation or feeling that feels distinct or out of the ordinary, it could be a sign from a deity, especially if the feeling is unexpected or unaccounted for.

• An unexpected event or occurrence: sometimes, something unexpected or out of the ordinary can be a sign from a deity.

• Change in energy or vibe: if you notice a noticeable shift in the atmosphere or energy of the space, it could be a sign from a deity, as energies can be very strongly felt and can often be very distinctive.

• Sudden synchronicity or coincidence: when you notice something that feels too uncanny or too specific to be just a coincidence, it could be sign from a deity, as they often communicate through synchronicities and meaningful coincidences.

• Unexpected thought or feeling: when you experience an unexpected thought or feeling that feels out of place or unusually strong, it could be a sign from a deity.

HOW TO RESPECTFULLY DISPOSE OF A BURNED OUT CANDLE THAT WAS USED FOR A DEITY?

When you have burned out a candle that you used for a deity, you can dispose of it in multiple ways, depending on your personal beliefs and practices. You can either bury it in the ground, recycle it and dispose of it as a normal candle, or discard it in a ritualized manner. It's important to take into account the candle's symbolism and your relationship with the deity you used it for. This will help you decide on what disposal method is right for you and your practice. Ultimately, it is up to you to decide how to dispose of the candle properly and honor the deity.

CAN I LIGHT ALL MY DEITIES CANDLES AT ONCE?

Yes, you can light all of your deities candles at once. It is appropriate to honour each deity in their own way, and lighting candles is a common way to dedicate offerings and prayers to your deities. You can either light each candle individually, with a specific prayer or dedication to each deity, or you can light all of the candles together with a single prayer or dedication for all of the deities collectively. The choice is up to you and how the candles resonate with you and the deities that you seek to connect with.

[mauveastrum]

Classics student’s guide to romanticising november

While I personally love november, I understand why some people can’t really always appreciate it; especially where I live, it gets real gray around this time, when autumn still lingers and Christmas and winter are quite not here yet. A liminal space. Here are some little tips, habits, things from wellness to whatever that I like to enjoy in november when I’m not cooped up in the library battling with the attic verb system. :)

Coffee to wake you up in the morning, maybe another one at lunch if your short nights sleep is still lingering; different teas throughout the day to keep you warm from the inside as the weather gets chillier each passing day

a bowl of (warm) porridge with your favorite toppings in the morning, either prepared at home or ordered at a cafe with your friend

Dark red nails, preferably long, preferably with small metallic accents (I prefer gold and bronze, silver works very well too)

Seasonal fruits and vegetables; pomegranates! Persephone’s journey to Hades has once again taken place.

Adding a little bit of darkness to your eyes, it’s your pick whether that’s with kayal, smudged eyeliner, eyeshadow or just a gracious layer of mascara; but remember to not rub your eyes when you stayed too late at the library translating Catullus’ latin poetry! Alternatively, just rock those dark underyes baby

November is the month of poets, artists, thinkers, lovers and wanderers, you know what they say. Write, draw, think, love, wander! I keep a diary where I try to write everyday. Try to find small pleasures in the mundane and write them down. Beauty is omnipresent. I also have been trying to sketch more when I don’t have the energy nor the time to complete complex illustrations and paintings. Small but meaningful.

Pretty candles, scented or unscented, perhaps each one lit as an honoring to a god, goddess, daimon or your lares; in the colder months I like to light a candle in honor of Vesta/Hestia and ask her to keep my apartment warm

Preparing for winter by slowly switching to more thicker and moisturizing skin- and haircare products. Do this as you run out of one product, don’t give in to overconsumption, be mindful with what you buy and what you put on your skin and hair

Remember to move your body. Whether this is walking, running, stretching, strength-training, pilates… the options are endless and the choice is yours! Even little movement can help you fight that seasonal depression.

Big scarves, long jackets, leather gloves. Gives you an aura of mystery and keeps you protected from the weather

These are just some of my favorite things at this time. If you read through all of this I’d really love to hear if you have your own sacred little rituals around this time of the year. Thank you for being here, remember to be kind to yourself and others, and speak up for those whose voices are being silenced. Go make your novembers mythical🖤

Valete,

Mauve

[floridecuts]

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 10

Yay, it's my favorite time of the week again! I'm always looking forward to read your reactions in the tag comments! They keep me motivated! A big thank you again for all people who have commented so far on this project!! <3

I actually didn't know what to draw for this part's "chapter art" so, have a Mashita with a frog on his shoulder! xD We're about halfway through the comic now and slowly making our way to the finale. (It's gonna be a long finale). So this part is again a bit more explanatory in nature before it will get more serious again.

This part also contains one of my favorite little moments of this comic - Daimon insinsting on taking care of Mashita's scratches, and not taking "no" for an answer! I really enjoyed drawing that part. ^w^ We learn more about Yashiki's powers, or theories about his powers from Yasuoka. I've always wondered why Yashiki thinks so lowly about his own spiritual powers. I've discussed this with a friend and the idea came to mind that he might have been belittled by his family, seen as a "disappointment" because his powers seem so much weaker than others. Consequently he'd think little of what he can do. But I like to think that there's actually some undiscovered powers still sleeping inside him. He might have unconsciously suppressed them because of that treatment and constant stress of expectations from his family.

Yasuoka gives Yashiki an O-mamori. It might become important later. And then there's a guilt ridden Shou. I'm not sure if it fits to his character but I thought be might feel guilty because he initially wanted to accompany Yashiki, because he knew it could be dangerous alone, but didn't after Yashiki's reassurance. Since he sees Mashita a little like his older brother it made sense to me that he would open up to him about his feelings, indirectly asking for advise. I admit Mashita's last words on the last page are heavily inspired by Fullmetal Alchemist (the scene of Edward's last talk to Rose before they part ways, in case anybody knows it). Well, I hope you liked it!!

Thanks for taking a look! :)

[shunin-gumis]

Designs of Happiness - Track A26

L4mps Main Story Translation

Title: Twin Mayors of Ward 15

Characters: Toi, Ryui, Nagi, Daniel, Netaro

Summary: Toi is finally reunited with his brother Ryui. The protagonist invites Ryui to act as a Ward Mayor but Ryui refuses. However, when Toi extends the same request…?

Thank you aca @/463ce6, myun @/myuntachis Niri @/Niri_riri and jes @/arcanecrayonn for helping me with proofing!

Location: Hakodate Hotel Room

Toi: …Mm…

Momiji: Oh, Toi-kun! Are you okay? 

Toi: Oh, Chief… and everyone else too… 

Ryui: …… 

Toi: Ani-sama!?

Ryui: …Hey there, sleeping beauty. 

Toi: Oh… 

Toi: Ani-sama…Ani-sama!!

Toi: Please, don’t go anywhere! Don’t leave me alone again, please…!

Toi: I can’t do anything if you’re not with me! A world without you is not a world I want…! 

Toi: Because you’re everything to me… 

Ryui: …Dammit.

*Ryui hugs Toi*

Toi: Ah… 

Ryui: I won’t leave you ever again, so don’t cry… I’m sorry, I made you go through a hard time, huh?

Toi: Hehe…it’s okay now… We’re finally together, and you gave me a hug…

Toi: Ani-sama… You’re as warm as always… 

Ryui: …You too. 

Momiji: (...I’m so glad they got to reunite.)

Toi: By the way, what was I… 

Nagi: You fainted back at Daimon Yokocho.

Daniel: There was a bunch of stuff goin’ on back there, like earthquakes and people getting ill… Well, none of it was as serious as yours though. 

Netaro: An angel had descended! 

Yodaka: It seems like all of us ended up a little too inebriated. 

Momiji: Toi-kun, do you remember going to Daimon Yokocho? 

Toi: No… 

Daniel: Weren’t we pretending that never happened? 

Momiji: You’re right, we should leave it alone. Looks like he’s back to normal anyways. 

Yodaka: Now, Ryui. As we’d explained earlier, we’d been searching for you all this time. What is your next course of action? 

Ryui: …… 

Momiji: Why not come back with us to HAMA?

Daniel: No idea why you left in the first place, but there’s nothin’ to lose going back for now, right? 

Netaro: We lose money since the traveling costs increase. 

Daniel: Don’t be a bummer.

Nagi: Did you do what you came here to do? 

Ryui: …tch.

Nagi: That’s okay. Just forget about it and be a Ward Mayor with us. 

Ryui: Don’t put it so lightly, asshole..!

Toi: I want you to be a Ward Mayor too! 

Ryui: Alright. 

Momiji: Really!? That was fast! 

Ryui: What? You think I’d ever refuse Toi? 

Ryui: (As I am now, I can’t get into Aomori… I’ll definitely come back later. For now, I’ll head back to shitty HAMA, for Toi…)

Toi: And, and! I want you to live with us at the HAMA House!

Ryui: Okay. 

Toi: We’ll plan events with them… 

Ryui: Got it.

Toi: And have Ghizli-viewing parties!

Ryui: Okay.

Daniel: He sure is sweet on his brother.

Nagi: I see. 

Toi: Ani-sama, don’t leave me without saying anything, okay?

Ryui: You got it.

Nagi: Please be the Night Team’s leader.

Ryui: Ha? The fuck you think you’re doing? I’ll kill you.

*Ryui puts Nagi in a headlock*

Nagi: No, wait– Can’t breathe…. 

Momiji: (He’s harsh on anyone who’s not Toi…) 

Netaro: Discrimination due to love! 

Daniel: C’mon, let him go. You’ll choke him out for real otherwise.

Ryui: Shut it. He needs this.

Toi: Ani-sama, are you listening to me…?

Ryui: Of course I am.

Yodaka: I suppose all’s well that ends well.

Momiji: You’re right!

Momiji: (There was a lot of strange stuff that happened, like the earthquake, and the breaking glass, but…)

Momiji: We’ve finally assembled the Night Team! 

L4mps A Side is complete! Good job for making it here, and thank you for reading!

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[orginllazyblog]

Making head canons for my fav afk arena family: Gavus, Eugene, Lucilla, and Liberta

Why? Bc we need more content

Some of the headcanons are inspired by ao3 fics

Psst! Lilith, you can make so much money with this

They went to a different place to rebuild their home instead of going back to their old house in the dark forest in case the other celestials & hypogeans tried to separate them again. They were thinking of moving to the oak inn, but there were some celestials/hypogeans living there, so that plan was scratched.

During the mid-winter festival, the couples game, Eugene used this as an opportunity to confess to Gavus but failed to tell afterwards

For their new house, the twins wanted to do the work while their dads took the time to catch up. In the end, the four of them work together and completed their new house

The twins question their dads, which one was the oldest one. Gavus told them that they were "born" on the same day, while Eugen suggested the twins should do rock-paper-scissor.

Their new house seems small, but when you enter, it's a lot bigger than you expect. The location is unknown.

Eugene is the dad who does the crafting. One of Eugene's crafts for furniture was Gavus couch, the twins bed, a walk-in closet, and lastly, the kitchen table. The rest was bought

Liberta picked a hobby of baking, and Lucilla picked up sports

When it comes to going out as a family, either they tag along with others (Thane and Baden) or stay at home. Gavus and Eugene did teach the twins of self-defense in case they're in big danger.

If there was modern technology like ours, the family would do game night. Such as Let's Dance, Mario Party, Mario Kart, and other competitive games. Gavus and Eugene would have one of those couple fights.

"Pigeonhead! You threw another blue shell at me!"

"And I'll do it again."

"Liberta, let's team up. I got the banna peals ready.

"I got my red shells ready too!"

Back when the twins were children, Gavus and Eugene would take turns to sing them a lullaby. Gavus was surprised by how well Eugene could sing well and almost flustered, which Eugene caught him. 🤨📸

"My my~ Was that a blush I see, Gavus~"

"One word out of your mouth, then you're sleeping on the floor."

How Gavus and Eugene started having feelings for each other was different. Gavus fully started trusting Eugene more even if he's a hypogean. With Eugene, he was touch starve (given the video clip on YouTube), so he misses Gavus warm affection.

That one time when the twins got themselves in big trouble: Liberta and Lucilla began to question if Gavus and Eugene may be more than just friends. So they sneak out to find Estrilla, knowing she might have the answers. And when they got back home, they saw one of the lights on.

"Do you think we're in trouble?"

"I did leave a note saying we will be back."

When they tried to sneak into the house, they saw Gavus in the living room with the lamp on while the living room was dark.

"And where have you two been in this late hour?"

"Um... we went with Daddy Eugene at the grocery store."

Right where Lucilla said that, another lamp light on, which Eugene was folding his arms while being upside down

"Oh?~ But I just went to pick up grocery in the morning, didn't I?"

I'll probably make a small fic here bc of the last headcanon I can see this happening.

Also, does anyone remember that Lilith did afk arena animations. Could Lilith do animations for this new family? They did it with the forsaken family: Shemira, Niru, and Daimon

[aliciavance4228]

Remember when the line "You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain." was quite popular on the Internet?

While dying cannot be applied in this case unless it'a metaphorically, I consider this quote to fit Cronus quite perfectly. He went from being one of Ouranos' children who was thrown into Tartarus along with his sibling, freed them and then castrated his father (which seems like a typical hero scenario) to becoming both an asshole to the Cyclops and Hecatoncheires, an abuser to his own wife -Ovid writes in Fasti that: "Rhea often complained of much pregnancy and no motherhood, and mourned her fertility."- and a true villain to his kids. Nowdays he is considered one of the best examples of what it means to become your own antithesis, due to the fact that he ended up being just as bad, if not then even worse than his father.

However, while dude clearly didn't deserve the Parent of the Year award, it should be also emphasized the fact that he ruled during what was called the Golden Age of humanity, and it's heavily implied the fact that mortals had it better back then:

Hesiod, Works and Days 109 ff (trans. Evelyn-White) (Greek epic C8th or C7th B.C.) : "First of all the deathless gods who dwell on Olympos (Olympus) made a Golden Race of mortal men who lived in the time of Kronos (Cronus) when he was reigning in heaven. And they lived like gods without sorrow of heart, remote and free from toil and grief: miserable age rested not on them; but with legs and arms never failing they made merry with feasting beyond the reach of all evils. When they died, it was as though they were overcome with sleep, and they had all good things; for the fruitful earth unforced bare them fruit abundantly and without stint. They dwelt in ease and peace upon their lands with many good things, rich in flocks and loved by the blessed gods. But after earth had covered this generation--they are called Pure Spirits (daimones hagnoi) dwelling on the earth (epikhthonioi), and are kindly, delivering from harm, and guardians of mortal men; for they roam everywhere over the earth, clothed in mist and keep watch on judgements and cruel deeds, givers of wealth [i.e. agricultural bounty]; for this royal right also they received."

I particularly like this passage written by Plato, since you can observe a sense of justice, morality and leadership skills that help us humanize Cronus, rather than portray him as a cartoonish villain:

Plato, Laws 713a (trans. Bury) :

Long ages before even cities existed . . . there existed in the time of Kronos, it is said, a most prosperous government and settlement . . . Well, then, tradition tells us how blissful was the life of men in that age, furnished with everything in abundance, and of spontaneous growth. And the cause thereof is said to have been this : Kronos (Cronus) was aware of the fact that no human being is capable of having irresponsible control of all human affairs without becoming filled with pride and injustice; so, pondering this fact, he then appointed as kings and rulers for our cities, not men, but beings of a race that was nobler and more divine, namely, Daimones (Spirits). He acted just as we now do in the case of sheep and herds of tame animals: we do not set oxen as rulers over oxen, or goats over goats, but we, who are of a nobler race, ourselves rule over them. In like manner the god, in his love for humanity, set over us at that time the nobler race of Daimones who, with much comfort to themselves and much to us, took charge of us and furnished peace and modesty and orderliness and justice without stint, and thus made the tribes of men free from feud and happy. And even today this tale has a truth to tell, namely, that wherever a State has a mortal, and no god, for ruler, there the people have no rest from ills and toils; and it deems that we ought by every means to imitate the life of the age of Kronos, as tradition paints it." [Cf. The Daimones of Hesiod's Works and Days above.]

I also wanted to mention the fact that (at least according to Hesiod) Cronus eventually ended up becoming the Ruler of Elysium, but I decided not to develop this idea too much, nor give the fragment for it. Not because I consider it to be insignificant or because I'm lazy, but purely because I cannot help but think of the other Kronides' reaction when their youngest brother, the one who rescued them, not only that freed the exact same man who ate them and made them suffer throughout all those years, but also allowed him to be king to some extent.

It's kinda dissapointing that we never get see this side of him presented more often, along with the fact that he's probably one of the most demonized, villainized and caricaturized deities in the Media, to the point where he is a generic Big Bad type of guy.

Cronus has a lot of potential as a character due to his evolution, depth, complexity. The fact that many people don't see that in him is quite deplorable, especially considering that the Titanomachy is a relatively common subject among Greek Mythology Enthusiasts, and an ecranisation of it would be welcomed by everyone.

[redwinewhiteroses]

Get to know me!

So I wanted to make a post about some random facts about me 😙🕊️

Nickname : Alexa

Zodiac sign : ♊

Age : 21 and a half lol😄 (I was born in 2003)

Pronouns : she/her

Favorite colors : Shades of blue, teal, lilac, turquoise, pastel blues and greens🪻🩵🍃

MBTI : INTP (But I used to be an INFP for the longest time. I just think I have both INFP & INTP traits🫠 I have a special love for INFPs🥹🩷You guys are the best!😇)

I used to have an obsession with the 16 personalities a few years ago😆😂 I'm over it now.

Favorite food : I absolutely love salads and vegetable soup😅 (Call me boring but I love fresh vegetables🥗🥬 and fruits🥭🍉) It's a different kind of joy😊

Favorite music : I listen to many genres of music. I honestly appreciate and love music a little too much. I love rock music and bands. I also love country music🍀🤠 I also listen to worship music😗🥳 Some of my favorite songs are,

Power of love - Gabrielle Aplin, All of me - John Legend, Iris - Goo goo dolls, Under your scars - Godsmack, Those eyes - New West, Fire on fire - Sam Smith, A little braver - New Empire, Eyes off you - Prettymuch, Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood, Mirrors - Justin Timberlake, Astronomy - Conan Gray, Riptide - Vance Joy, Folklore and Evermore albums by Taylor Swift, Back to December - Taylor Swift, Reflections - The Neighbourhood, Sleep on the floor - The Lumineers, Idol Eyes - Common Saints, Die with a smile - Bruno Mars and Lady Gaga, Safe and Sound -Taylor Swift, Something about December - Christina Perri, Delicate - Taylor Swift, Out of the woods - Taylor Swift, Running with the wolves - Aurora, Slip away -Ruelle, 2U -Justin Bieber, I love you 3000 - Stephanie Poetri, Daddy issues - The Neighbourhood, Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince - Taylor Swift, BTBT - B.I, Him & I - Halsey, Minefields - Faouzia & John Legend, You don't know - Katelyn Tarver, Chance with you - Mehro, Monsters - Katie Sky, Come thru - Jeremy Zucker, I'm yours - Jason Mraz, In return - Breakbot, Royals - Lorde, Something in the Orange - Zach Bryan, Sailor song - Gigi Perez, Other side - Emorie, немерено - лампабикт, Dark paradise - Lana del ray

( I'll probably keep on adding and updating this list so I don't forget my favourite songs 🙃🤧 and you guys can discover new music too🙈🤗 )

Favorite movies : Pirates of the Carribean, Ghosted, Purple Hearts, My Fault, Grand Budapest Hotel (I can't think or remember all the movies I've watched😭)

Favorite kdramas : Hit the top, Empress Ki, Love in the moonlight, Reborn Rich, Business Proposal 🩷

Favorite series : Prodigal son, Doctor-X: Surgeon Michiko Daimon, Legend of the Seeker, Avatar the last Airbender (I have a list of series I wanna watch, but I'm too good at being bored to watch those🫠 I wanna watch Peaky Blinders and GOT)

I absolutely LOVE sitcoms😭 Is there anyone else??? Some of my favs,

Young Sheldon, 2 Broke Girls, Friends, Mike and Molly, Two and a half men (Haven't completed watching all the episodes in any of these🫣😭but loved them)

I love cooking and baking shows too🧁🍲

Favorite crystal : Aquamarine 💎🌊💧🫧

Pet peeve : Emotionally unintelligent people🥲😶‍🌫🙅‍♀️

Hobbies : I love reading books. I first got into reading when I was in my early teens. I read Harry Potter⚡and next thing I know reading books became such a fun thing to do. I love fiction, fantasy, romantasy and self-help books. I love ACOTAR, it's well written imo and it got me out of a terrible reading slump. And I love poetry. It's so romantic and speaks to my soul❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹

I absolutely love cats🐱🐾️ with my whole heart. If you don't like cats, we can't be friends😑

I've struggled with depression for a couple years during the lowest phase of my life. It's so much better now🌞🌈️ It gets better, it always does🩷

I loved fantasizing about stuff when I was a kid. I was a huge daydreamer and very imaginative. I blame my 12th house stellium for that. 😄

I love cooking🥳 and sharing with others. It's a love language❤

I love learning about different cultures and foreign languages. I'm a very curious person. I just know a thousand random things and I'm very scatterbrained lol🤭😁

I'm an introvert now but wasn't always one.

I haven't watched a single horror movie in my entire life🫣 I've only seen glimpses when my sister watched them and I was traumatized by them if you can't tell🥲I hate horror/thriller so much. I've never attempted to watch them.

I looove video games🎮 Mostly farming🐄🐷 and world building games. I love Stardew Valley🐓🐔️, Aground, Kingdom Rush🏰⚔️, Sims♦🏠👨‍👩‍👧 and many more.

I'm the youngest in my family so I got to be a little kid for a very long time. I think because of that I'm very young at heart and can't take my life seriously most of the time😆

I love miniature things🧸🎀🎁 Soo cute!🥰 I absolutely enjoy making miniature furniture.

I'm a very non-judgemental person. I'm very tolerant of differences in people. I find joy in celebrating and accepting the little things that make us unique🤍

I love being hopeful and optimistic about everything🐣

This was an unnecessarily long post😅 but if you read till the end you have my whole heart 🥹💝

I hope you share fun/interesting facts about yourself in the comments. I'd love to hear from yall🥰

Hugs and kisses 🩷

[bri3000-kimiyosh]

The Teens New Life Of Hope

My Danganronpa UDG OC Hikari Naegi -> ( ヒカリ ) ( 苗偽 ) as a teen, she is the younger sister of Makoto Naegi in a different universe.

Along side are the new reformed Warriors of hope. Nagisa Shingetsu, Kotoko Utsugi, Masaru Daimon, And Jataro Kemuri.

Years later after the events of Udg Hikari Naegi the warriors try to start a new life without crime or killing. while also still healing from the horrors of their childhood and the awful acts of murders they cause in Towa city.

Author note- I will also show art posts of what happen before this new era, I know im going out of order here before my fanfic is done but its gone take me a long time to finish it and i just cant hold on to my art and story ideas for too long( also IRL stuff as well).

I will do character bios for them, I just need to write them out when I eventually have the time.

Nagisa / For those who love his cowlicks he will still have them but when he sleeps or goes swimming. in my headcanon he would gel them down to look more serious.Though i am looking a good english voices claim for him as a teen, if anyone has good recommendations possible voice claim(s) that could work i would love to read them in the comments.

Jataro / While he wears his mask at school and in public he doesn't mind taking it off in his room or being alone his friends. Voice claims for him are Armin Arlert from Attack on Titan and Japanese claim is Izuku Midoriya from My Hero Academia.

Masaru / Was aiming for giving him the teen protag Shonenjump look( like naruto or something lol) Though I am looking a good english voices claim for him as a teen, if anyone has good recommendations possible voice claim(s) that could work i would love to read them in the comments.

Kotoko / For her trying go with a mix of girly/punk/lolita Fashion, I think her current voice actress can still be her claim, but if anyone has good recommendations possible voice claim(s) that could work i would love to read them in the comments.

Art based on my fanfic Danganronpa Ultra Despair Girls AU Hikari Naegi

Link to my Fangan Fanfic of Hikari's prequel here https://archiveofourown.org/works/30681287/chapters/75704858

I made the clothing, Edits to Kotoko For her Alternate Universe look. I made body edits to make the teen bodies

Nagisa, Masaru, Jataro kid models were made by another koikatsu maker called Despair Sauce

Kotoko teen Body Before edits were made by another koikatsu maker called Vergalsama

Despair Sauce - www.pixiv.net/en/users/6794683…

Vergalsama vergilsama922.tumblr.com/

This art was made with Koikatsu Sunshine

The mod scenes borrowed from the Koikatsu discord and pixiv scene sharing pages, credit goes to the original creators

WARNING! its a nsfw Japanese sim game but I use the studio maker and character creation to make non lewd/ sfw art and post art on public platforms that's rated E for everyone.

[ivory-lamps]

A26: The Other 15th Ward Mayor

Characters: Toi, Ryui, Nagi, Daniel & Yodaka Location: Hakodate Summary: Toi finally reunites with Ryui. The protagonist invites Ryui to be a ward mayor, but he declines. But when Toi asks him… Proofreader: Shay

Toi: …… Mmm…

Momiji / Kaede: Ah, Toi-kun! Are you okay?

Toi: Oh, Manager-san… Everyone and…

Ryui: …………

Toi: Ani-sama!?

Ryui: …… Yo, Sleeping Beauty.

Toi: Ah…

Ani-sama… Ani-samaaaa!

Please, don’t go anywhere else ever again! Don’t leave me behind… please…!

I can’t do anything if you’re not with me, Ani-sama! If you don’t exist in this world, then this isn’t my world at all…!

Ani-sama… you’re my everything, you know…?

Ryui: …Dammit.

*Ryui hugs Toi*

Toi: Ah…!

Ryui: I’m not going anywhere, so… stop crying. I’m sorry for putting you through all that.

Toi: …No. It’s okay. Because I got to see you and… you’re hugging me so tightly.

…Ani-sama, you’re the same as before. Always so warm…

Ryui: …Yeah. You, too.

Momiji / Kaede: (...Thank goodness. They finally reunited with each other…)

Toi: By the way…

Nagi: You collapsed at Daimon Yokocho.

Daniel: There was an earthquake at the restaurant and people started feeling unwell – lotsa stuff happened. Well, you were probably the one who had it the worst, though.

Netaro: An angel descended upon us!

Yodaka: It looks like all of us had a bit too much to drink.

Momiji / Kaede: Toi-kun, do you remember going to Daimon Yokocho?

*Toi shakes his head*

Toi: No.

Daniel (whispering): He probably wants to pretend that stuff never happened, right?

Momiji / Kaede (whispering): Yeah, let’s ignore it. It looks like he’s returned to his usual self, too.

Yodaka: So, Ryui. As we had briefly mentioned before, we’ve been looking for you. What do you intend on doing after this?

Ryui: ……….

Momiji / Kaede: Would you like to come back to HAMA with us?

Daniel: I dunno why you left HAMA, but I don’t think you’ll have anything to lose by going back for now, ya know?

Netaro: He’ll lose money since he’ll need to spend it on transportation.

Daniel: Don’t make things worse.

Nagi: Were you able to do what you wanted to do here?

Ryui: …Tch.

Nagi: I see. Well, why don’t you forget about that and be ward mayors with us?

Ryui: What the hell!? How could you be so imprudent…!?

Toi: I want you to be a ward mayor, too!

Ryui: Okay.

Momiji / Kaede: Are you sure!? You made up your mind so quickly…!

Ryui: Huh? Did you think I’d say no to the things Toi asks me to do?

(The current me can’t go to Aomori. I’ll definitely get revenge. I’ll go back to that crappy HAMA until the day I can. It’s all for Toi’s sake…)

Toi: Oh, and I want you to live in HAMA House with me!

Ryui: Okay.

Toi: We’ll be hosting events with these people and…

Ryui: Okay.

Toi: And we’ll have Studio Grizzly movie nights!

Ryui: Okay.

Daniel: Toi really has Ryui wrapped around his little finger, huh.

Nagi: I see.

Toi: Ani-sama, don’t disappear without saying a word ever again, okay?

Ryui: Okay.

Nagi: Be the leader for the Night Group, okay?

Ryui: Huh? What did ya say? I’mma kill you.

Nagi: …I–I can’t breathe.

Momiji / Kaede: (He’s only nice to Toi…)

Netaro: So this is what it means to discriminate based on love!

Daniel: Hey, you’re gonna end up suffocating him if you don’t let go.

Ryui: Shut up. This guy deserves it.

Toi: Ani-sama, are you listening to me…?

Ryui: I am.

Yodaka: Well, that’s one case closed, I suppose.

Momiji / Kaede: Yeah!

(Lots of strange things happened, like an earthquake and glass shattering out of nowhere, but…)

All the members of the Night Group are finally together…!

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[masarutalk]

Needle Phobia-Danganronpa: UDG fanfic

It’s been a few years since me and the other WoH were all adopted by our respective ‘new’ parents. However, that did close to nothing to damage our close bond—monaca excluded, seeing as she is…in outer space. Whatever. Doesn’t matter. What does matter is the fact that I’m at Masaru’s house, terrified, watching as he gets his god forsaken self piercing kit out. He got this stupid thing for Christmas (curse his mother) and has managed to pierce his ears, nose, eyebrow, Kotoko’s ears, and Jataro’s tongue. It was only a matter of time before he accomplished enough whining that I’d agree to letting him pierce my bridge.

“Okay!” He claps his gloved hands together cheerfully. “You ready Nagisa-Chan?!”

“No, not really.”

“Sure you are.”

He grabs his needle to set it on his bed. The sight of it is making me a little queasy. He cleans the top of my nose, and sprays some weird spray on it.

The moment he grabs the needle I feel my breath hitch.

“Ok, ready? You can totally hold my hand if you need to, since I’m the hero and all.”

I shake my head, and feel myself instinctively hold out my wrist for him.

“Huh?” He tilts his head like a confused puppy.

“Oh—Uhm..nothing. Sorry.” I awkwardly pull my hand back.

I take a deep breath and tense up as he puts the needle to my skin. I feel my hands begin to shake and sweat. What’s wrong with me? Why am I being such a baby?

“S-stop.” I choke out.

“Hm?” He smiles innocently. “I hurt ya or somethin’?”

“No..just…uh..”

I decide it’ll be better to just get it over with.

“Go ahead.”

“You sure?”

“Yes just—do it, goddamn!” I raise my voice a bit on accident. I hate seeing Masaru flinch because of me.

“I—alright!” He smiles again. Putting the needle back up to my nose. He holds my hand anyways.

“Ok ready? 3…2…1!”

He quickly sticks the needle through my skin and back out. The feeling of the needle going through me is awful. It reminds me of…so much. It makes me aware of how tired I am, how stressed out I am, how much I need to succeed, how much I have to lose, how much I’m *not allowed* to take a break, or rest, or—

“Nagisa-Chan?”

I snap my head back up.

“Masaru-Chan?”

“Nag? You ok?”

“Y-yeah….m’ fine..”

“Can I put the jewelry in?”

“Go ahead.”

This part may just be worse. Masaru clearly doesn’t know what he’s doing. So he’s just digging around in the wound. Like how father and mother would dig around searching for a vein.

“Masaru.” I whisper. Too quiet for the clear intense focus he has right now. Fuck his brain.

“Masaru.” I speak a little louder.

“Daimon!” I raise my voice, again, making him flinch.

“Sorry! What is it?” He squeaks out.

“I—I can’t—stop…please—“

“I got it.” He gets the jewelry in right after.

“Thanks…but…never again.”

“You look cool!”

“….alright.” I feel a familiar ache in my head, as well as a familiar need to sleep.

“You look like you’re about to pass out.” Masaru deadpans.

“I’m not! I’m not, I promise! I’ll work harder, *please*, I’m…I can’t..”

Masaru looks conflicted. “You…you don’t have to worry about that stuff anymore. They’re dead. And even if they weren’t—I-I’d protect you! As your hero!”

“But I’m tired. I’m not supposed to be..”

“If you’re tired go to sleep.”

“I can’t.”

“Sure you can!” Masaru pushes my head on the pillow of his bed.

“Masa—please, I can’t..”

He starts to hum a old lullaby we heard in preschool. I eventually give up and let myself pass out.

[saltandburnheathens]

"When the skin is thin, the heart shows through"

One & Two

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester. Pre-season 1 into season 1.

Summary:

Dean Winchester was a troubled kid no matter what they tried. He was hellbent on destroying himself but never quite teetering off the edge. Eventually, they find an answer they weren't expecting. But one they were far more equipped to deal with than run-of-the-mill bipolar.

But can they save Dean from The Algea before it's too late?

Warnings: BIG sads. Angst. Eventually drug use, alcohol abuse, graphic descriptions of suicide attempt(s) and mutilation of the self.

Notes: A re-write of a fic I wrote over two decades ago when I was twelve years old.

ALGEA were the personified spirits (daimones) of pain and suffering--body and mind--, grief, sorrow and distress. They were the bringers of weeping and tears

︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶

From the moment Sam Winchester was born, Dean had been right by his side. He held onto the vague memory of their father leading him up to the glass and looking in at the abundance of newborns, a smile forming on his face as he saw the squirming body of his brother all wrapped in blue. 

Dean had been the model big brother from day one. He’d held his hands as he was wrapped tightly to their mother’s breast, lay on the floor next to him as he grabbed for toys, and insisted on holding him for a bottle or two. He’d been ready to play and share and read to him. Ready to save him. 

And, oh God, had he saved him.

He’d saved him from the burning wreck of their family home. From the bullies in the schoolyard. From the monsters lurking beyond motel room doors. Hell, he’d saved him from their father on more than one occasion.

But while he may have saved Sammy, he couldn’t save their Mother and the guilt burned at his heart. It grew and festered and was only ever allowed out in the form of a sleepless night or a new line on his skin. According to his father, big boys didn’t cry. Not even for their dead mothers and tragic beginnings. 

Eventually, it became apparent that he couldn’t save their father either. The man had practically enlisted them on a vendetta that took no prisoners. They were destined to travel the country with no home to call their own and wearing hammy-downs from thrift shops. The only men Dean had in his life were jaded or downtrodden hunters, and the only women appeared later in the form of well-endowed bar staff or high school crushes. 

“We ain’t got time for tears, boy.” John had warned on more than one occasion when he’d caught Dean crying himself to sleep, “Your mother wouldn’t want that.” 

And Dean believed him because he’d been four when she died. He had no idea what the woman would have wanted, only that she would have comforted him and held him tight like the baby that he’d been. Sometimes he still felt like that baby. Small and afraid and begging for his mother's love.

---- * ----

When Dean turned ten he was convinced that his silent prayers had been answered. Mary started appearing to him late at night when Sammy was asleep and John was on a hunt or passed out on the latest pull-out couch. She smelled like burnt flesh and vanilla spice, and at first glance, she was herself again, with her voice like music whispering words of comfort. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and let himself sob because deep down he knew that she didn’t care. She wouldn’t berate him for weeping or call him ‘a girl’ for showing emotion. 

But it wasn’t long until her visits became marred. Her words grew into insults ground out through clenched teeth and cracked lips. Dean lay still, wide-eyed and chest heaving as he struggled not to scream. It was the skin melting off her bones and the smell of burning flesh that became his undoing. Just as she wailed, her voice guttural and piercing, he allowed himself to scream. 

Their father jumped awake and appeared at the foot of the bed with a gun pointed in Dean’s direction. Sammy, once curled in against his side, had pulled a pillow into his arms and buried his face in it. When John realised that it was just his eldest son, shaking and babbling nonsense about Mary’s ghost, he pocketed the gun in the back of his pyjama pants and sat heavily on the bed. 

“It was just a nightmare.” 

“I swear to God it wasn’t. It was Mom. She was here.”

“Your mom was -” John hesitated, looking towards Sam, “cremated, Dean. Ghosts can’t get through if nothing’s holding them here. Understand? No body means no spirit.” 

“But -” 

John shushed him, a strong hand coming to grip Dean’s small shoulder. 

“Your Mom’s ghost ain’t here, boy. It can never be here.”

Dean bit his bottom lip, his throat burning with grief and eyes brimming with tears. Beside him, Sam lowered his defences and shuffled towards his side. A tiny arm came to wrap around Dean’s middle and he melted into it just as the levee broke. 

“Come on now,” John whispered, his voice low and coated in something akin to emotion; A rarity for the older Winchester. He rubbed at Dean’s arm like a man who wasn’t quite sure how to provide comfort, even to his own sons, “You’ve seen much worse things than a silly little nightmare. Remember those vamps in Dayton last month?” 

Dean nodded, his head resting on Sam’s. 

“They were some gnarly bastards. But you took the little one out without a second thought. Like a warrior. A nightmare ain’t got nothing on you.” 

And that’s how the conversation ended. John waited another thirty minutes before going back to the musty pull-out and leaving his two sons to late-night television. Sam curled up against Dean’s chest and went right back to sleep as if nothing had happened, while he lay awake, watching every minute tick by slowly and almost painfully. 

No matter where they went, Mary followed. She hovered over Dean’s shoulder, appeared by the corner of his bed and met him in doorways. Her body was in various stages of burns; sometimes nothing, and other times black and charred to the bone, skin hanging off and eyeballs popped by the heat. The smell lingered in his nostrils and the back of his throat for hours after her spirit disappeared.But despite the horror of the imagery and the stench of death, it was the feelings of grief and torment that buried him. They coiled around his chest and squeezed tighter and tighter until, sometimes, the only way to loosen them was a firm knock to the head, or a blade wedged into his skin.

[kamyru]

Voltage Inc characters and what makes their hearts beat faster (Headcanons)

Jin Namba: When MC presses her entire body on him while they lay on the bed. It makes Jin want to hug her as tight as possible and melt in this position.

Hideki Ishigami: When MC rambles at him. Hideki has never been someone's confidant. So, knowing that MC is comfortable enough in his presence not to care what she is talking about makes him blush.

Hyogo Kaga: When MC smiles. That's it. It's enough to conquer Kaga's heart with a genuine smile that shows MC's affection for him and happiness.

Shusuke Soma: When MC tries to scare him by appearing out of nowhere. It has never worked, but seeing her so motivated and happy to do it makes Soma want to get better and better at noticing her so that she can do it forever.

Takaomi Tsugaru: When MC changes clothes in his presence. It has nothing to do with sex. But the intimacy and comfort it shows give Tsugaru more reasons to live.

Seiji Goto: When MC sends him random photos of herself. Sometimes, they don't have enough time to spend together, and getting photos from her makes him feel closer.

Ayumu Shinonome: When MC answers questions about him without even noticing. They have spent so much time getting to know each other that it's only natural that she knows Ayumu so well. Yet, her attentiveness always surprises him in the best way.

Toru Kurosawa: When MC runs towards him to hug or jump in his arms. Seeing her so excited makes Toru even more excitable than he already is.

Yukihisa Maki: When MC listens to his ramblings about topics he is interested in. Even Shun sometimes gets bored of Yuki's mushrooms, so when MC listens, remembers, and asks questions about his inner child is the happiest.

Shunichiro Tachibana: When MC plays with her engagement ring. He wants to be a safe place for her and seeing that she thinks of him like that is simply happiness.

Jun Araki: When MC waits for him at the office so they can go home together. Jun always tells her to go home and rest, but it doesn't always work, and truth be said, it makes Jun happier than he is ready to admit. He has never thought that having someone to wait for you feels so good.

Toshiaki Kijima: When MC tries her best to be silent and not bother him while he sleeps. She wants to stop him from overworking himself, and he is ready to do it to spend more moments like this with her.

Toma Kiriya: When MC asks him for help at work. He knows she is good at her job and can figure most things alone, but he also appreciates that she trusts him enough to show him her less-than-perfect sides.

Natsume Asaoka: When MC lets herself look like a slob in front of him. Natsume thinks MC is the most beautiful when she sleeps with her mouth open, doesn't brush her hair, or wears old house clothes.

Ukyo Senkawa: When MC claps her hands in the happiness of winning a game against him but stops for a second to check that he is alright. She can't hide her empathy and love for him even in the moments that are about her, and she knows that he has to protect her at all costs.

Kunihiro Kasai: When MC asks him to check her messages or notifications while she is busy with something else. Growing up in a family where infidelity was normal gave Kunihiro some trust issues. But knowing that MC is comfortable enough with him to let him enter her private space reassures him.

Daimon Togo: When MC tells him about things that have happened while he was away. He has never been too interested in gossip, but it is simply too cute to know that MC thinks that he wants to be up-to-date with some details.

Kuranosuke Kiba: When MC accidentally does something domestic at work, like calling him by his first name or brushing her fingers in his hair. It makes him question the possibility of keeping his personal and professional lives apart.

Eiji Takao: When MC looks at how he cooks. She doesn't give him any advice or comments on anything, but from time to time, she hugs him from behind. So, Eiji is ready to take on cooking duties for the rest of his life if it means seeing her like this forever.

Shu Hasunuma: When MC is so excited to tell him something and tries to combine it with what else she is doing. Like when she thinks of a joke so funny that she is trying to say it while still brushing her teeth. Shu has never felt more loved and cared about than in that moments.

Sui Claude Saigu: When MC looks directly into his eyes, waiting for explanations of his behavior. She is not pressing him. She just tries to understand him better and show that she cares. And it makes Claude appreciate her even more.

Mikoto Amamitsu: When MC sends or reads him quotes from books she likes. Reading is a hobby they share, and seeing such a personal part of her makes him feel even closer.

Ryoga Buto: When MC works out with him. They are on different levels, and both know it. However, trying as hard as possible together makes it easier and more enjoyable.

Ikki Tatsumi: When MC stays in the same room with him while they both work on their things. Knowing that she appreciates his presence near him makes him more loved and cared about than he has ever felt before.

Toshiki Kasumi: When MC thanks him for his hard work. Being called "The Angel of Death" for so long, Kasumi has forgotten how it feels to be appreciated. And when MC does it, he is always on the verge of crying for happiness.

Munechika Takado: When MC intertwines her fingers with his. She is so tiny, and he wants to protect him from everything this cruel world can come up with.

Sentaro Kyogoku: When MC finds a new medical textbook and brings it home to study with Sentaro. Her excited voice and pleading eyes will never not make his heart flutter.

Taro Akuchi: When MC puts his palms on her face to make him "see" how she looks. Taro knows every millimeter of her features. Yet he can't get enough of it.

Suzumu Mado: When MC asks him to open the jars for her. Suzumu isn't very confident in his body and strength, and knowing that MC sees him as someone stronger motivates him.

[karlachgale95]

Hearts of the Multiverse-Chapter Five: Alastor's Game

“Kaolinite,” Professor Tomoe began. “You’ve wasted many of my daimons, and you haven’t managed to capture a pure heart of any significance. How many more times do you plan to fail me?”

              “Professor, I’m afraid you’ll have to be patient. But I have many plans for the people of this world.”

              “I do hope so.”

              Kaolinite walked away, but she was silently fuming. She had so many targets she wanted to check, but there was always someone else in the way. There had to be a way to get her targets alone so she could steal their hearts. She needed more power. More monsters. More something!

              And then, her phone rang.

              Expecting it to be another tirade from the professor, she hesitantly picked up the phone. “Hello?”

              “Hello,” a chilly, crisp, American accent spoke on the other end. “Might I be speaking to the lady Kaolinite?”

              “Who is this?” Kaolinite demanded.

              “Relax, I’m on your side,” the man assured her. “Actually, I’m quite interested in your, shall we say, method of energy conversion? Souls are pretty powerful.”

              “I’m listening,” Kaolinite said, somewhat impatiently.

              “What if I told you I had a league of my own? A league formed from the unrightfully jilted members of their societies interested in getting revenge? I bet we could provide you some information that would make hunting and cornering targets easier.”

              It was almost too coincidental having someone who knew the wannabe heroes’ strengths and weaknesses, someone who could tell her how to finally achieve what she wanted.

              “What’s in it for you?” she asked.

              “Other than revenge? We’d like a piece of your new world. We know a little of your plans. We want in.”

              “Oh?” she said, somewhat surprised. “Of course, I’ll need to check in with—,”

              “Yes, check in with your professor. We encourage you to do so. But as an olive branch, we’ve developed a monster to aid your daimon today using some DNA of creatures in my region. One of my loyalists will deliver the sapling to your front door. It operates just as one of your monsters—it provides more of a psychic attack and keeps others out of the way.”

              “Th-thank you. This is incredibly generous if all you’re saying is true.”

              The voice on the other end chuckled. “Consider it a start to a beautiful friendship.”

              …

              An ominous wind ripped and tore at his face. His mask had been split open—the left half hung uselessly down off his chin. All around the shattered pavements and building were bodies—some being people he knew. For instance, he could see some of the shrine members: broken, beaten, possibly worse on the broken pieces of building and what used to be roads. His body felt weak—weaker than ever before.

              He tried to pull himself up, but he couldn’t. Dust swirled in the echoing breeze that whooshed and nipped at his body.

              “C’mon, get up,” he urged himself.

              But it wasn’t any use. He couldn’t even move his right arm—probably broken. The ground trembled and groaned as something pushed its way through the ground. Miles tried to block the dirt from his face, to peer up long enough to see a giant shadow in the sky. The wormholes it created looked all too familiar…just like…

              …

              “Miles!”

              He felt a warm hand on his shoulder. “Luz?”

              He could see her nod in the dark. Everyone else must’ve been asleep. “You okay? Kind of sounded like you were having a nightmare.”

              “I was,” Miles admitted. “I’m so stressed I’m tired, but I’m too stressed to sleep.”

              “I’ve been there before.”

              Miles stood up and shook his head. “Well, I’m probably not going back to sleep anytime soon. I think I’ll take a walk.”

              “With all the monsters out there?”

              “I’m not scared of them, Luz. I mean, they’ve been pretty easy to beat so far.”

              “Don’t jinx it.”

              Miles laughed. “We’re already pretty jinxed. I don’t see how one walk could hurt. ‘Sides, if I need help, I’ll call you, okay?”

              Miles stepped out of the temple and shuffled down the steep, stone steps. That’s when his senses perked up. Something was out there; but it didn’t seem…normal. He glanced around, looking to the trees first. Nothing there.

              “Hello?” he called out. No way anyone would answer back, especially no one friendly.

              “Do you work at this temple?”

              A giant. This dude was a giant. He had to be! He stood way taller than Miles did. Probably 6’ 5” at least! He had blond hair that ran down to his shoulders, wore a strange yellow coat and pants, and a myriad of belts. He was pale, like a vampire.

              “N-nah,” Miles answered. “I’m just a guest here. Why? Something you need? I can try to give you an answer.”

              “I’m glad someone from another world has some manners,” the man said, flipping his wrist. “I thought someone I knew might be staying here…but, it could be in both our best interests if I remain out of his life.”

              This man…his eyes…they looked a lot like…

              “You know,” Miles found himself saying. “Giorno never said anything about his family or friends. Are you related to him?”

              The man nodded. “Yes.”

              “So, are you two not on good terms or something?”

              “There are no terms,” the man said. “He never knew me. And I only found out about him recently. Too recently.”

              He shook his head. “I’ll keep an eye out for him. But, for now, I think it’s best to leave his life undisturbed. Perhaps when the time is right, I’ll come by again.”

              The man started to walk away. He didn’t look much older than Giorno, but Miles had a gut instinct about who he was. Maybe it was a longing to see his own dad?

              “Hey!” He called out. The man turned, raising an eyebrow. “You know, I’d give anything to find my dad right now. I can’t tell you what’s going on inside Giorno’s head, but, I don’t know, don’t give up?”

              The man paused. “You’ve probably had your father your entire life. If I had known I had an offspring…well…I always used to swear I would do better by them than the filth I grew up with. It seems I failed, unintentionally. They forced me to watch how he was raised. I suppose it was to infuriate me, to show me what was taken from me. And I suppose it worked. I am standing here, deliberating.”

              Miles rubbed his arm and shook his head. “That sounds rough…who are ‘they?’”

              “Nothing I cannot destroy. If they choose to attack my son, I will rip out their throats.”

              Extreme.

              “He’s alright here,” Miles said. “We’re friends. I wouldn’t let him get hurt.”

              Or at least, that’s what he assumed. They talked more to each other. Giorno didn’t really talk to anyone else at the shrine, anyways. Maybe Luz, Josuke, and Hunter on a good day. Sometimes Katara would talk to him, but he didn’t seem to trust her, yet. Maybe he never would, given Sokka and Zuko didn’t seem to trust him at all.

              “Hmm. That is wise. From what I’ve heard, he’s a formidable ally.”

              “All I really care about is that we have good conversations and keep each other’s secrets,” Miles admitted.

              He didn’t know why he said that. Was he being emotional? Something about talking to a father-figure was sending him over the edge right now. He really missed his dad.

              “Ah. A fair exchange,” he said. “How did you find out his?”

              “He told me to level the playing field. He already knew mine.”

              “And that is?”

              “I can’t tell anyone. I can’t mess it up. It’s life and death.”

              “Maybe I can help…since you are protecting my progeny.”

              This guy spoke like he was from a way different time.

              “I need to save my dad,” Miles said. “And there are people who are trying to stop me.”

              “Why ever would they do that?” the man asked.

              “Because…” he shouldn’t be spilling his guts to this guy. But he looked so…sympathetic? There was a sort of weirdly, comforting energy about this guy. “It would mess up the timeline.”

              The man scoffed. “Is that all? That’s trivial and an easy hurdle to overcome.”

              “Maybe in your universe,” Miles mumbled.

              The man grinned, almost like a demon. He shook his head. “Not just in my universe, Mr.—?”

              “Morales. Miles Morales.”

              “Morales, eh?” the man glanced around. “I’ll make you a deal. You keep protecting my son, and I will help you with your mission. Perhaps, you’ll find, an even better world than when you left it when you get home.”

              “No offense, but how?”

              “You’re young. You’ve yet to explore all known possibilities of the multiverse. I have. I have a solution. A plan. I need my son for it to work. Keep him healthy and safe, and the three of us will gain everything we desire. I, DIO, swear it.”

              This guy was cryptic, for sure. And his wording was too vague. But if he could deliver what he was saying he could, it could be a solution. Still, it was good to have multiple solutions.

              “I’ll keep Giorno safe, but that’s because we’re friends. I need time to think about what you’re saying.”

              The man tilted his head and grinned. “Of course. Take all the time you need. In the meantime, I’ll be watching from afar. I suppose one day, I will meet my son. Today is not that day. I expect you’ll keep our discussion a secret.”

              It wasn’t a question, but Miles found himself nodding anyways.

              “Good. Take care, Mr. Morales.”

              The man sauntered off to some unknown location, leaving Miles questioning if he’d ever been standing in front of him in the first place. And when he left, it was kind of like a trance was broken. Maybe that guy was a vampire. Miles shook his head; he was already dealing with one vampire-like asshole. Two was too much.

              …

              Walking through a park at night didn’t seem like a good idea, but Miles needed to get a breath of fresh air. His head felt all foggy from the dream and the visit from the mysterious man. Giorno never mentioned anything about his homelife. He never talked about himself too much to anyone. He more so just listened. It was nice, but Miles couldn’t say he knew too much about Giorno. And what about Kakyoin’s warning? He, Zuko, and Sokka didn’t trust Giorno. Was it really wise for Miles to trust him—look where blind trust had got him so far!

              To figure things out, he’d need all the variables. And right now, he didn’t have that. Maybe trying to get to know Giorno better would be good. Could be that man was lying and Giorno’s life was perfectly normal—given how he acted—probably not. But he still needed to be sure. Also, he didn’t know too much about Zuko or Sokka either. Getting to know them might benefit him. Their judgement might be severely flawed, given what type of people they might be.

              The air whipped around, almost tearing at his jacket. It was weirdly cold tonight for an almost-summer night. Not even his own footsteps kept him company. It was one of those nights that reminded him that he was, in fact, alone. The park was devoid of people, so empty park benches. Miles sat down and shut his eyes. He was, after all, very tired. Still, sleeping in an empty park didn’t seem ideal. He just needed to shut his eyes for a minute.

              “Did you hear that?” a harsh voice whispered.

              Miles cracked an eye open. The voice had come from an empty stall covered in cute banners and images of Pokémon he didn’t recognize. Something about malasadas. He shut his eyes—he might overhear something.

              “It’s a guy. Kind of looks our age,” another responded. “He fell asleep. We should probably wake him up and head home. There’s too many monsters out here to leave him to chance.”

              “I’m not leaving,” the first insisted. “Not until we find that lead.”

              “I know the gravity of the situation, but wearing ourselves thin isn’t going to save anyone,” a girl spoke up. “Besides, Seto, you like you’re gonna pass out at any given moment.”

              “I’m fine, Maheswaran,” the first voice huffed. “And it’s Mr. Kaiba.”

              “Whatever you say, Seto. Don’t forget I saved your butt from those monsters.”

              “This isn’t helping!” the second voice hissed. “Connie’s right. We need to get some rest. It’s almost 3 AM.”

              It was almost three? How in the hell had he stayed out so late?

              Miles shot up, and he heard someone gasp. And then a shushing.

              “Hey, you really should check to make sure you don’t have eavesdroppers next time,” Miles warned. “Not that I really care about your conversation but—,”

              A boy with jet-black, spiked-up hair, and mask stepped out from behind the stall. He reminded Miles of Mamoru’s counterpart, a little. Except he wore a gaudy get-up of red, green, and yellow.

              “Who are you?” the boy asked.

              The temptation to say ‘your mama’ was almost too overwhelming.

              Miles shook his head, “Relax. I’m not a monster.”

              “Of course he isn’t,” the girl who was with them said. She had shoulder-length brunette hair and bright eyes. She wore a simple polo shirt and shorts with sneakers. The most interesting thing to note about her was the sword tucked in a pink sheath strapped to her. “Sorry. The boys are paranoid.”

              “It pays to be paranoid,” the harsh voice from before spoke up. This last dude had probably the wackiest appearance. He had this weird white coat with collars raised, almost like knives. And he was decked out all in black: black shirt, black boots, black sneakers. Would’ve been great stealth if not for the coat. “Who are you? Why were you listening in on a private conversation?”

              “My name is—,”

              Miles didn’t get to finish that sentence. He sensed something. Something bad. Miles pushed collar-boy out of the way and caught a green monster with a long tongue that leapt out of a tree to grab him. He downed it with one jolt of electricity and threw it far away from them. It struggled to get up while Miles sighed.

              “My name is Miles Morales. You’re welcome.”

              The monster launched itself through the air again, before Miles could catch it again, the black-haired boy threw some sort of bat-shaped boomerang that hit and exploded upon contact with the monster. Then, the girl stepped in and drew out a pink sword from her sheath and cut the monster in half, reducing it to its original form: a cheap plastic frog toy.

              “Nice reflexes,” Miles said.

              “You’re not so bad yourself,” the black-haired boy said with a small smirk.

              “Powers or practice?” the girl asked. “Wait—sorry—is that rude of me to ask?”

              Miles shook his head. “No. And it’s kind of a mix?”

              “It’s cool, in any case,” the girl said.

              “So, who are you guys?” Miles asked.

              “I’m Connie Maheswaran,” the girl said.

              “I’m Robin,” the black-haired boy said with a curt nod. “Ya know, I used to know a kid who could do roughly what you did. Went by Static Shock. Can you use gravitational levitation?”

              “Uh no. Haven’t gotten to that yet,” Miles said with a half-hearted laugh. He looked at the last guy.

              The other boy remained silent.

              “And I’m guessing you’re Seto?” Miles asked.

              “Mr. Kaiba,” he snapped. Shortly after, he sighed. “It’s not important. I need to find—!”

              “Your program?” a familiar voice teased.

              The red witch was sitting on one of the branches of the trees above. She glanced to Miles, “Ah. Hello interloper.”

              “You know her?” Robin asked.

              “Yeah. She attacked the shrine I’m staying at,” Miles explained.

              “And you keep interrupting my business,” the red witch countered. “But not anymore. However, I will offer you, Mr. Kaiba, a chance of clemency, if you come with me peacefully, of course.”

              “No way,” Connie said, raising her sword. “We won’t let you just take him.”

              “Why do you even want him, anyway?” Miles asked. He turned to Seto. “No offense.”

              “Oh, it’s not for the sake of his pure heart. I highly doubt a CEO would have one of those,” the red witch said with a laugh. “No. We have something he needs to finish.”

              “So, you’re the thief,” Seto said.

              “Oh, I’m not alone,” she said. “You could still be right that Gideon Graves is involved…or maybe he isn’t. I’m not one to give away my allies. However, I am one for making demands. You come with me now, or you’ll come with me, begging for your own death.”

              With that, Miles heard a ‘click,’ and instantly he felt a very familiar, very uncomfortable sensation. The very sense of being pulled apart due to not being in his own universe. He heard three different choked gasps and tried to focus. The red witch had some sort of device in her hand. Kind of looked like a glowing screwdriver. The top was a bright yellow, almost like a flashlight, but Miles was sure that was the source of the distortion. It had to be—she held it out in front of her triumphantly.

              “You’re all from different universes, so I’m told. And this proves it. This device is meant to disrupt whoever has set this whole interdimensional possibility in motion. The others can perish, of course,” the red witch explained. She grabbed Seto’s face, even as he was phasing out. “You’re coming with us, whether you want to or not.”

              Seto glared at her. “I’d rather die.”

              “I can arrange for that—after you help us.”

              Miles stood up. He wasn’t going to let this happen. He stumbled toward the witch, and with one strong push and electric jolt, shoved her away from the apparent CEO.

              “You alright?” Miles asked. Truth be told, doing what he’d just done had drained him significantly.

              Seto sort of stared at him. “Peachy. We need to get whatever that thing is away from her.”

              “Ah-hah!” a voice, distorted, and like an old radio host, spoke up. “Perhaps I can assist with that.”

              Black tendrils shot out of the ground where the red witch stood, grabbing the screwdriver from her hands. It snapped so easily and broke the four out of their painful retching and displacement.

              “I’d suggest you leave, dear,” the voice spoke. “You’re certainly not ready to fight someone like me. Perhaps, in a different life, we would have been friends. However, today, you’ve made a powerful enemy—attacking such assets—what a bold and stupid move. Why the slime you must work for must be very proud.”

              “Who in the hell are you?”

              Miles looked up, as he was going in and out of consciousness to see a man dressed in a striped, red coat, red suit, and dark red pants. Only something was weird about his head…he…kind of looked like a deer. But was that the exhaustion talking?

              “I’m merely someone with a key interest in these…curators of power and progress throughout so many lives and experiences. For me to properly assess and assist with their situation, I’m afraid you’ll have to leave.”

              “And who’s going to make me?” the witch snarled.

              “Why, me of course,” the man said, almost indignant and astonished that she’d even ask. “After all, you’re out of options. And if you try to attack me…well…”

              His face darkened, static echoed around the area, despite there not being any sort of radio. Everything started to feel darker and heavier, almost making it hard to breathe.

              “It WoN’T Go WeLlf fOr YoU,” his voice came in distorted wavelengths.

              “F-fine. There’s always another day,” the red witch pouted. “I will get what I want!”

              “And I doubt it!” the radio host said, his voice picking up its cheeriness again.

              Miles could make out a flash of petals as he heard the witch vanish in a ‘swoosh!’ And then he heard footsteps near his head, as he collapsed.

              “Mr. Morales!” the radio host spoke. “Now I really do believe we’ll get along charmingly! You’re a rule-breaker, I’m a rule-breaker. You’d break down entire universes just to save one person, and I’d do it…for the fun of it! I’m quite sure we’ll be seeing more of each other on this crazy adventure we’ve been put onto, hmm?”

              “You get away from him, radio demon!”

              “MUDA!”

              The radio host dodged something. Miles couldn’t see it—whatever it was. He saw Giorno, though. How’d he get here? Why was he here? Should he be glad?

              “The terms of the deal were you wouldn’t include anyone in my circle,” Giorno said.

              “Yes, but Mr. Morales isn’t in your original circle, is he?” the demon mused. “Also, it’s good to see you again, too, Mr. Giovanna. How have you been? You look far better than when we first met. And honestly, you should be thanking me. After all, I’m the one who made that possible!”

              “I’m weaker because of you!”

              “But I didn’t take your soul. Just a little power, that’s all. You’re fine without it. I’m the one who needs it, really.”

              “Why?” Giorno questioned.

              “Ah-ah! Our deal DOES state that we’re not to discuss that particular matter. Though…you were half-dead on the pavement when we made the deal. I’m surprised you remember any of it.”

              It was quiet for a moment before Giorno spoke up again. “Leave him alone. That’s your only warning.”

              “While I can’t say I appreciate the attitude, I do have to appreciate that someone like ourselves seems to have made a budding friendship with someone.”

              “I’m not like you.”

              “Really?” the demon asked, condescendingly. “If you say so.”

              The demon straightened out his suit and dusted himself off. “Well, I simply must be going. I’ve got other, more pressing, matters to attend to. Best of luck to you all.”

              He turned on his heel. “You’ll need it.”

              “Giorno,” Miles mumbled, his voice quiet. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could stay awake or if anyone else was.

              Giorno looked at him—a sort of shame and sadness in his eyes he’d seen in the mirror before. “I’m sorry. Luz told me you were out for a walk. Then I sensed he was around somewhere. I guess it’s part of the deal. I…couldn’t tell anyone about the constraints. There’s no escape from it, no backdoor. I think I’m stuck where I am for now. I need Golden Experience’s full abilities back. If I can’t get them back…everyone could be in danger. I’m such a fool for taking that deal. Why did I do this?”

              “I’m going to help you,” Miles said. “I’ll help you get out of that deal. I promise.”

              “Miles…thank you.”

              Miles almost passed out, but he heard someone yell, “Hey! What do you think you’re doing? Get away from him!”

              “Pav?” Miles managed to ask.

              Then he passed out.

              …

              Phoenix had found something. While Edgeworth, Bucciarati, Abbachio, N, and Maya had researched the intended purpose of Kaiba’s technology. It was a little bit of a gray area, but a necessary evil to determine why the technology had been stolen. Apparently, it had been an idea that allowed multiversal and temporal travel. He had intended to essentially create time-travel.

              “The power of time shouldn’t be left in the hands of a sixteen-year-old,” Bruno said. “No human should.”

              “And yet it seems he was very close to hacking it,” Edgeworth said. “There was a separate component left off the original plans, thank you for letting us know, Leone.”

              “I’ve never met lawyers who actually want the truth before,” Abbachio said with a sort of scoff. “But here we are: time travel, honest lawyers, and children who can literally bend the earth to their will.”

              “And metal!” Toph added.

              She and Wally were standing together. Wally looked a bit more ashamed while Toph seemed more confident and at ease.

              “You’re not supposed to be in here,” Phoenix said. “Wasn’t Eda supposed to be watching you guys today?”

              “Oh, she is, I just thought I could help here. I told you, I’m great at shaking the truth out of people: sometimes literally!”

              “In that case,” Maya spoke up. “Did you find out anything?”

              She received many weary looks. “What? It’s not like you guys have any leads as to who could’ve stolen time-machine technology.”

              “Besides,” N added in quickly. “A lot of the times there are problems in my world, it’s usually solved by kids. I was seventeen when I met…a friend who helped save the world.”

              “At least two of you have common sense,” Toph shrugged. “Look, if you want answers, you need to listen, not look.”

              “What do you mean?” Bruno asked.

              “Hop told us about this weird CEO,” Wally began. “His name was Chairman Rose. He was famous for having a whole company that made complex technology.”

              “I’ve heard of him,” N agreed. “He almost destroyed all of Galar to accomplish his vision of being a legend. I’m not surprised if he’s behind it. He was all about the innovation of technology.”

              “Plus,” Toph interjected. “That kid he fought was his protégé or something. It could have been an inside job. I mean, what’s a better way to get your company up and running again than to steal someone else’s work?”

              “So, then the real problem would be within the very same place it began,” Phoenix surmised.

              “I don’t think that’s it,” Abbachio spoke up. “Look, the kid might be a little shi—,”

              Edgeworth cut him off, “Language! There are children present!”

              “Honest and prudish about language. The day unravels more mysteries.” Abbachio shrugged. “Like I was saying: he was honest about that Rose guy the very first time we met him. He even told us he thought Rose might be behind the dimensional stuff. Something about ripping apart the world for wishing stars or something like that. Seems like he was using the kid in the process. Kaiba took a special interest in his sob story, too. If what I’ve overheard from the brother is right, well, then there’s reasons for that.”

              “So, then we ask him if he can help us,” Toph suggested.

              “After he and Hop’s battle?” Wally asked. “I don’t know if that’s such a great idea.”

              “There’s not a lot of others around here, now is there?” Toph asked. “Besides, we can go and talk to him. I’m sure we’ll be able to convince him to work with us.”

              “But you’ve gotta be careful how you frame it,” Maya pointed out. “Maybe if we have like a heart-to-heart or something?”

              “Or tell him what’s at stake,” Bruno said. “It could be that this technology could make our situation worse. I don’t believe any of us here are from this particular world—especially not him. If we give him our reasoning, that perhaps anyone from a different world could be in great trouble, he may be a bit more willing to help. The reasoning behind all of us being here…still concerns me.”

              “But we need to be careful,” Edgeworth interjected. His face darkened a little. “If the person he trusted the most discarded or used him as surmised, he could have developed a deep root of distrust of any authoritative figure. We can’t just go barging in asking him questions about this ‘Chairman Rose.’”

              He had a good point and the experience to know what a manipulative parental figure acted like.

              “Edgeworth is right,” Phoenix said. “If we’re going to launch an investigation, we should probably do it tactfully.”

              “Well, if it’s about authority figures,” Toph began. “Then WE should probably be the ones to talk to this Bede kid.”

              “I think he’s the same age as you,” N mumbled.

              “And? I’m still right.”

              “Maybe Toph has a point,” Wally said. “As long as Hop doesn’t get too hot-headed, we might even be able to be friends with Bede.”

              “I’m really not sure about the practicality of having children involved in an investigation,” Edgeworth frowned. “Not to mention the legal and moral implications.”

              “But they’re just making friends, Mr. Edgeworth!” Maya argued. “Besides, we’ll be asking most of the questions. We’re just trying to understand the situation better, right?”

              It might be a good idea in theory, but the morality was definitely off. Still, Pearls had helped them in the past. It could be worth a try…so long as they didn’t get involved in anything dangerous. As long as it was just talking, right?

              “It might not be a bad idea,” Phoenix conceded. “But all you’re allowed to do is talk to this kid. Nothing more.”

              “A bit boring, but okay.”

              “In the meantime,” Edgeworth cut in. “What are we going to do?”

              “I’m going to go investigate more about this Rose character,” Phoenix said. “Could be that he’s hiding in plain sight.”

              “Not alone you’re not, Nick,” Maya spoke up.

              Investigating this corporation could be dangerous. Sure, he could survive swallowing a glass bottle with trace remnants of poison, getting electrocuted, trying to dodge Franziska’s whip attacks in court, not so successfully dodging Godot’s coffee throws, getting hit over the head and experiencing blunt force-trauma and amnesia, and falling through a burning bridge (only to name a few things he’d survived so far), but given that there were now monsters thrown into the mix of things, Phoenix would prefer it if no one else went investigating with him. He was a magnet for that sort of thing, and if anyone got hurt, he’d never forgive himself.

              “You’re a fool if you think you’re going alone,” Edgeworth said. “It’s like you told me, both our reputations are on the line here, no?”

              “And we’ve got a lot at stake, too,” Bruno said.

              “Yeah,” Abbachio agreed. “I’d like to get back home and have a nice glass of Prosecco.”

              “I think we all want to get back home,” Wally said. “I miss traveling around Hoenn. It was good for my lungs. It’s a bit too…industrial here. No offense! I really appreciate having a place to stay, and—”

              “It’s okay, Wally, we understand,” Maya said with a small laugh.

              “Th-thank you, Miss Fey,” he said with a small smile.

              “Ew, never Miss Fey. Just call me Maya.”

              “G-got it!”

              “Home is important,” N mumbled.

              “And I’ve got a bet I’ve won against a boomerang kid about there being lots of worlds out there.”

              “Then it’s settled,” Maya said, clapping her hands together. “You’re stuck with us, Nick!”

              Despite her self-confidence and assurance, Phoenix still wasn’t sure if this was a good idea or not. Then again, he’d never known Maya or Mia to back down. And Edgeworth was probably going to follow along just to make sure nothing else went wrong…no other reason, unfortunately. Abbachio and Bruno seemed good with sticking together, maybe for a reason, Toph and Wally seemed confident (less so on Wally’s part) on the idea of befriending Bede, and N was…too aloof to really read.

              But at least, unlike most times, there was a plan.

              Now how did that song go about life and making plans?

              …

              “Seto didn’t come home,” Mokuba said, he hugged his arms.

              Bede shifted uncomfortably in his shoes. This oversentimental display of affection made him feel somewhat queasy. Familial love was confusing, to say the least. But it also stung like a Beedrill. While Bede would never call himself envious, Mokuba was lucky to have any sort of family. Even if Bede went back home, there wasn’t much there for him. Even if he just had his brother, he had someone. Bede’s family had given him up a long time ago. And Chairman Rose and Miss Oleana…if he ever saw them again, he’d make sure he got his revenge!

              “We can go looking for him,” Silver spoke up. “It’s 8 now. If we go now, we should be able to do a formidable exposition. I’m sure with our Pokémon, we can find a lead. And should anything give us trouble, we’re not weak. We’ll destroy any other monster or enemy we come across.”

              Silver was about their age. It was rumored he was the kid of the crime boss Giovanni of Team Rocket. That’s why that bumbling detective had asked him if he knew about who was spawning those monsters the other day. Due to the current open case the eldest Kaiba brother was dealing with, he had unceremoniously kicked the detective out of the building to avoid any further drama.

              Bede and Silver had very similar temperaments, and he couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or not yet. At least he wasn’t annoying like the Champion’s brother.

              Damn that annoying brat! Coming here and acting so much better than him! And that lackadaisical almost-champion he’d been with failed to take anything seriously. How had they won? What was he still missing?

              “Hold it,” a girl’s voice spoke up.

              Two girls stood in the doorway. One was Penny. She was from Paldea. She was only a little older than them by four years. Nothing that gave her any sort of authority. However, it was Gwen Stacy, the other girl who Seto had left in charge of babysitting for now that might present a problem.

              “We need to find Seto,” Mokuba insisted. “He could be in trouble.”

              “Hmm,” Gwen posed thoughtfully. “Not sure he’d want you guys going out there. Why don’t you let me and Penny handle it?”

              “No, we can handle ourselves, thank you very much,” Bede said.

              “Okay then, let me put it like this. You’re not going out there. Penny is going to stick with you guys to make sure you don’t.”

              “You do realize I helped topple an evil corporation, right?” Silver asked. “I think finding one person is within my capabilities. It’s a little insulting to imply otherwise.”

              “You three remind me of Atticus,” Penny said with a small laugh. She turned to Gwen. “I don’t think you’re convincing them otherwise.”

              “Look, they might have the means to defend themselves, but Mokuba doesn’t,” Gwen argued. “No offense, kid. I just don’t want anyone getting hurt. Not when I can prevent it.”

              “Let us come with you, and we can make sure of it,” Bede insisted.

              Gwen exhaled through her nose and paused. “Fine. But if it gets too heated out there, you’re taking a Corviknight back here.”

              “Deal.”

              “Deal!”

AN: Dio versus Alastor, who is more manipulative? Only time will tell. God versus Radio Demon. Haha.

[despair-to-future-arcs]

But how are we gonna do the channelling? Ui died content so her spirit most likely would have passed on so we have nothing to channel into Komaru.

Your right, from the sounds of it - she seem pretty happy that she was going to die? How would we connect with her...?

Maybe we have to say a certain word?

...Maybe her spirit is still connected to this world? Like a last regret type of thing?

Wait you think so?

Maybe it could be it!

Yeah I mean... given how much she seems to despise this Kota guy, I could imagine that while she is content she'll move on; she might not be happy knowing that he's still alive and not suffering any consequences for what he's done.

Because if what he did what I think he did, then I would want to stick around until the bastard is gone.

That could work, hey Jataro - can you tell us what your mom liked the most?

Oh what she like? I... think it be her couch? She usually would fall asleep there when finish work or is tired before going to bed.

Okay the couch, alright... that be easy.

*Komaru walks around and lies down on the coach* Okay, I'm ready...

Very well, Ui Kemuri... if you are still here; can you please speak with us and help us? We are trying to solve a case and about your connection with Kota Hashimoto - the man that hurt you and is likely Jataro's father.

Ju-Just get it over with...

I'm... sensing something, I think she is-.

...?! *suddenly a spirit takes over Komaru and then...*

Who...Who is there? I heard that bastards name, what do you neeeed?!

O-Oh dear, she's angry!

Jataro... seems that son of mine is here too and his mask is gone... I guess he remove it, well at least I don't need to see his face anymore and I sense others are here too.

Yes, sorry for disrupting your sleeping - Ui, we are here to investigate and need some help with a few things, if you can help us that be great.

Help? Ah... I guess your here for what happen to me, correct? Very well, I'll tell you all I know...

I think she seems a lot more willing to help which I guess that makes sense...

Yeah and not as angry either unlike Mr. Daimon, thankfully.

[hyperazraphael]

Mistress 9 is one of the reasons why I feel season 3 has some strongly... Lovecraftian vibes?

Wait wait! Hear me out!

Who is she? We don't know. WHAT is she? Some sort of... interdimensional alien entity that feeds on human souls? They're never exactly explained so we don't know precisely what they are. This is what she looks like now, sexy big titty goth girlfriend, but what does she actually look like?

This fuckin' thing. And we don't even know if that's her actual form or if it's some sort of in-between form between what she really looks like and what form she took while possessing Hotaru. Oh yeah, what does she do? Possesses a damn child, keeping her alive after her body has perished long enough for her to get cyborged, living secretly in her mind while using her as a vessel. She then takes nearly complete control over her body before literally SHREDDING IT APART to escape.

She also makes this face which will live on in my nightmares FOREVER -

What does she want? To summon her master Pharoah 90 from the Tau Star System. Who the FUCK is Pharoah 90? Well he's... Um...

This thing? Yeah IDK either. Is Pharaoh 90 that... Swirly eyeball thing? Or is he... goo? Is he a planet? Or does human consciousness... simply not have a way to perceive his true form? 🤔

We know that these two and the rest of their race, the Daimons, are inhabitants of the dying Tau Nebula. This is personal conjecture but since I was a wee lad I have always held the firm opinion that the Tau Star System is not just another literal star system out in space as we know it but another dimension altogether. The Tau Nebula is never described using the traditional wording we use for distance and space. It is always "through a door" or something similar.

The Daimons possess humans, animals, and even objects, turning them into either humanoid creatures -

or horrifying monstrosities that can drive even the sanest man into the darkest depths of insanity -

Yes it's still Sailor Moon we're talking about here. We are not getting through a conversation about Season 3 without at least mentioned the horror that is sexy elephant vacuum woman. What do you want from me?

So, the Daimons who use a strange combination of super-advanced technology and occult magic have insidiously crept into our world and are twisting the fabric of space and time itself to create an Omega Zone to bring forth their completely inhuman master that has a very indescribable form, a form that is more of an "entity" than a creature in the way we would know it. This is so it can devour and merge with our entire planet. They twist and corrupt the minds of humans and they disguise themselves as part of us, building a cult of the brightest of the bright to devour their souls and inhabit their bodies.

Mistress 9 herself is very similar in motivation to Nyarlathotep from the Lovecraft mythos. She desires to bring her master, creator, father from his world into ours. This will likely either destroy our world entirely, or leave it a planet of death and madness. She changes form multiple times to do this, preying on the weak and using what other people want her to be. She manipulates the purest of heart and the most insane of evil geniuses and she is only stopped because the body that she possessed when crossing into our world just accidentally also happened to have THE GODDESS OF DEATH sleeping in it like the ABSOLUTE 👏 QUEEN 👏 SHE 👏 IS. 🪐

And ultimately, we know that Pharaoh 90 is a piece of Chaos, the faceless "ultimate evil" of the Sailor Moon universe, the source of all evil and destruction in existence which we never see in anything but the visages of its horrifying avatars, a monstrous energy entity that emerged from an actual sunspot, a human man born with nothing but evil in his soul and the dark powers to back it up whose malice and cruelty allowed his dead spirit to possess an ENTIRE planet, Pharaoh 90, and the queen of the "dark side" of the moon from the nightmares on the other side of the mirror.

Does that entire plotline not SCREAM Cosmic Horror? Now, I in no way think Naoko Takeuchi was perusing Lovecraft on the weekend but (and this might come as a terrible shocker to some people) Lovecraft is not the only writer capable of conceiving the concepts that make cosmic horror so intense and fascinating to the human experience. Maybe she did get some inspiration from him, maybe she didn't. I don't know her personally and I don't think she's ever commented on it. But either way, she created some incredibly unique villains that capture all of the staples of Lovecraft's mythos better than he ever did.

This has been my essay on why Sailor Moon is actually a Cosmic Horror anime and nobody has the balls to admit it. 🍸🧐